#also it seems like maybe they want him in a love triangle or square with bode and rebecca but pls no

[cerealbishh]

"My dad was an inmate. And now he's captain of Three Rock. People can change."

"Wait, that guy's your dad?"

"Mhm."

"Oh, so you're a nugget too, huh?"

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Yandere Squid Game AU | Idia Shroud

Working for a secret organization that murdered its players on a massive scale wasn’t as horrifying as it sounds. Granted, it was truly mortifying but you get used to it. You don’t show your face, you don’t flinch, and you listen to the Frontman. If you keep quiet and stay in your lane it isn’t long before you start moving up the ladder. From triangle to circle to square–it was like any other job. Like in any typical occupation if your boss, finds favor in your physique or otherwise you naturally get promoted. Thus was your fate as you went from being a mere circle to becoming the masked servant in the VIP room where you subject yourself to the whims of the richest and most disgusting patrons.

Idia Shroud 

Not many had the privilege of seeing the identity of the Host but you weren’t a part of the many. He was a technical genius, an avid inventor, and the one who loved to switch between his position as the Host and Frontman: Idia Shroud.

Now that you knew the joyful tilde in the disguised voice was made with a toothy smile of a gamer with azure flame-like hair; it made a disturbing amount of sense. No longer could you differentiate the man from his madness when he demanded you call his name in private. 

When you first met him he gave an odd aura, speaking as though he was imitating someone or making fun of whoever he was talking to. It made for an interesting work environment, he would make oddly specific references as he commanded the squares who could only tilt their heads and agree. Usually, you’d practiced your stoicism keeping yourself as robotlike as possible. 

But one meme. 

One reference. 

That has you chuckling and answering the Frontman, who seemed to freeze behind his mask still turned in your direction. He continues on acting as if nothing happened and you worry that you may have embarrassed yourself in front of your boss. Only to be broken out of your routine by one of the squares who handed you folded clothes and gave you instructions to begin your job as a VIP waiter. 

So maybe he did like it?

“You’re the new waiter, right?”

You nodded. 

“Good. You like it, here?”

“...Yes.”

“Good.”

The interaction was so curt and quick that you missed the skip in his step. It doesn’t take long for you to realize whoever is behind the frontman’s mask is also the one pretending to dress up as whatever shape employee you need to interact with. At that point, it makes you tirelessly paranoid as you feel the possible pressure of your boss constantly watching you.

And while you think you might have hidden your fear behind your masks, guess who’s got heavy surveillance on your room? He sees the way you pace on your time off and the recordings of you whispering affirmations in the bathroom. He enjoys seeing your cute reactions when he scares you a bit or how you tilt your head when you're trying to guess if it's him. But he loves you more. And if his kitten is feeling skittish he’ll change your environment. 

“You. Come with me.”

You nod, sending a look to the other VIP waiters who express their worry with as little expression as possible. Following the Host whose appearances were so far and in between would mean instant death should you disappoint. But with as many things in your life, you expected who this was. 

“...Sir?”

The Host turns their head to you, stopping in his tracks. 

‘How dare you?’

You sighed harnessing your courage as you continued.

“I know who you are…you’re the one who's been behind the masks right?”

He stayed in place.

“The one who’s left those memes in my room. That was you, right?”

He turned fully around. Facing you with his arms behind his back.

“And if I am?”

You didn’t actually know. You just wanted to be sure. To throw away this facade of deception. You wanted the truth. 

“I would prefer it if you just told me it was you. Rather than pretending you were someone else.”

A bellied voice-modified laughter emanated from the Host. He grabbed his wrist, subtly clicking at a device on his arm. Before returning to cradle his stomach. 

“Awfully bold of you to approach your boss like this.”

Perhaps your relocation could wait.

[agere-fics]

Doctor Papa

dni: k!nk, anti-agere, agepl4y, or ddlg-esque blogs 🍄 this blog is a safe space for age regressors and age dreamers 🍄

pairing: caregiver!papa!bruce banner x regressor!little!reader

characters: uncle thor, bruce banner, reader, mentions of: steve, bucky, sam, and tony stark.

summary: you have to get MRIs done but you're nervous. thank goodness, papa knows how to cheer you up.

word count: 1,751

content warnings: MRIs, hospital gown, reader is written like they're a child's height, no mention of a particular chronic illness, please tell me if i'm missing anything

author's note: tadaa!! all done! this is the most i've written for a one shot! very proud of myself. also, this is inspired by me having to get MRIs done recently ajfhs

♡

Sometimes stuff we've done lots of times can still seem scary; which is annoying because who wants to feel anxious about the same exact thing over and over again?

You have to get these scans done by tomorrow. With every heart of your being, you wished that wasn't true but your previous scans were too old.

UGH!

Luckily, your papa had a trick up his sleeve.

He told you to stay here, in this gigantic, empty, white walled room. It was utterly boring, there were no paintings or statues or anything. Not even toys! Well, okay, you had your Mr. Rainy Day Bear but still... At least there were floor to ceiling windows- OH, and a skylight, too. Those were always nice.

While you waited for Bruce to come back, you watched what went on outside. There was Tony using his latest invention to attempt to lift Uncle Thor’s hammer. Tony still had no idea that it couldn't possibly work! How silly of him.

Bucky, Sam, and Steve stood in a far apart triangle. They were tossing around the Captain America shield like a Frisbee, guffawing, and yelling things that were joyously incomprehensible. It looked like lots of fun. Definitely more fun than MRIs. Maybe, they would let you join in later.

The double doors of the empty room swung open and papa’s humongous green form entered.

“Okayyy, love bug, I've grabbed all the cardboard pieces from recycling that weren't gross.” He grimaced thinking about the black, moldy gunk that spoiled some previously useful parts. He shrunk back down to Bruce Banner size after dumping the cardboard into a large pile. “We should have enough for our little art project.”

“Art project?” You looked at him expectantly. Your eyes were lit up with stars of joy this time, instead of meteor shower anxiety.

The idea was to make a cardboard MRI machine. Having an art project to focus on would comfort and reassure you about the process you would go through tomorrow. If he could make it fun, your anxiety wouldn't be so bad.

“I’ve seen the machine before, papa, I can make the bestest one yet!” You hopped on your toes, giddy with tight, flapping fists.

“I grabbed your sticker books and some paint, too-”

“OH YAY, THANK YOU PAPA, THIS IS SO EXCITING!!”

Mission accomplished. Anxiety gone, replaced with magical cure Art Project™. Bruce smirked to himself.

You laid down on a tall, square cardboard piece. Bruce traced your form with a sharpie as you giggled. Once you had the correct length, you both began cutting a rectangular piece and put that piece on a metal cart with wheels.

Then, you cut out half circle pieces and hot glued them all together until it made one large 4D sphere with a hole in the middle like a donut.

At one point, the glue burned you but Papa Bruce fixed it right up and stopped the booboo pain with a cure-all kiss.

Your cardboard MRI machine may look done to outsiders but it wasn't even close. It was missing the most important part of all: the stickers! There were heart stickers, stickers with dolphins, rainbow stickers, puppy stickers, stickers that had Mr. Hulk and Papa on them, too! There were even stickers of Stevey, Bucky, Iron Man, and Uncle Thor! Papa said for your birthday he'd make stickers with you on them, too.

You also painted squiggles, polka dots, lines, circles, triangles, kitty cats, and zig zags. All of them in your most favoritest color.

“There!” You stood proudly, hands on your hips. “Now, it's very, very pretty, papa.”

Papa gave you a minute and then asked, “Are you ready to practice?”

You blinked and sighed. Defeat warping your mood. “Yeah...”

Papa spun away, put a doctor's coat on, and then turned back, holding a clipboard. “Alright, are you the caregiver for Mr. Rainy Day Bear?”

“Yeah, papa.” You lightened up a little bit.

“Papa? No, I'm Doctor Doctor. Who's papa?”

“You're papaaa!” You pointed at him.

“Okay, okay I'm Doctor Papa.” He repeated, “Are you the caregiver of Mr. Rainy Day Bear?”

You tilted your chin up and did a faux British accent. “Why, yes, sir. He's feeling very, very bad and needs a scan.”

“Ah, yes, I see that on his chart, Caregiver.” He flipped through the scribbled pages on the clipboard. “Let's have. Mr. Bear lay down on the table with his head on the pillow.” Bruce gestured with his hand.

You laid your stuffie down on the pretend bed, placing Mr. Bear’s head gently on the pillow. You patted his hand for good measure.

Doctor Papa put ear plugs into the bear's ears and placed cushy pink headphones on him. The headphones had cat ears on them. Papa raised his voice a little, “Mr. Rainy Day Bear, what kind of music do you like to listen to?”

“Doctor Papa, Mr. Bear is nonverbal.” you said matter of factly. You raised your pointer finger to the sky. “I’ll answer for him. He likes The Wiggles, Papa- I mean Doctor Papa.”

“Alrighty then, The Wiggles album coming right up.” Bruce pulled out his phone, scrolling until he found the right music. “Wiggles rave?”

You nodded, then kissed the tippity top of Rainy Day’s head. “You'll be okay, Mr. Bear.”

Bruce began to push the cardboard bed into the donut sphere. You took a big, big deep breath in.

“BRRRR BEEEP AGHHHH RRRRR DNNNN-”

That breath was immediately released back into the atmosphere. “PAPAAA!” You clutched your chest, laughing so hard your legs felt weak.

Doctor Papa continued, “DRRRRR EEEEEE EHHHHHH MRRRRRR!”

You were rolling on the floor, tears leaving your eyes. How silly of your papa!

“BRRRRRrrrrrr….” Papa rolled the cardboard bed out of the donut. “How are you feeling Mr. Bear?”

“Papa, he can't hear you!”

Bruce laughed. “Oh, yeah, right.” He removed the headphones and then the earplugs. “How is the fantastic Mr. Bear?”

You lifted Mr. Bear’s paws and had him sign to Bruce, ‘I am okay.’

“Perfect! Let's take a look at your scans here…” Papa turned around and scribbled quickly on the paper. When he faced you again, he showed you the scan. It was a poorly constructed scribble of Mr. Rainy Day Bear with a big, biiiiiiiig, heart right in the middle. “I knew it, Lots-Of-Love-itis.”

You unburied the British accent. “Quite good, sir. Well done, Mr. Bear.” You placed a hulk sticker on his paw and hugged him tightly.

Papa kneeled down and asked, “Do you want to practice with you this time?”

You gave it a thought, looking this way and that. “Hmmm, will you make the funny noises again?”

“BEEEEP BRRR-”

“Not right now, Papa!” You shouted with a smile.

“Oh, during the practice?” He waited for you to finish rolling your eyes. “Yeah, I can do that.”

“Okay…” You breathed in, out, in, and out slowly. “Let's practice, Doctor Papa.”

♡

“Big day, lille venn.” Uncle Thor said as he helped tie the back of your hospital gown. He double knotted the strings behind your neck and then the ones by your hip. “There you are. All set.”

You frowned at that, looking at Thor with big, watery eyes. “Not all set.”

“It'll be okay.” His hands (placed on your shoulders) turned you to face him. “Remember your breathing?”

“Mhm.”

“Let's do it together.” He raised his left hand as you did the same. “Climb Yggdrasil, breathe in.”

You traced up your pointer finger.

“Let's sit at the very top, hold your breath.”

You paused at the tip of your finger.

“Slide down the Yggdrasil branches, breathe out.”

You traced down your pointer finger.

Uncle Thor had you repeat that four more times, until the tears dried and the anxiety flowed further away.

“Very good, great job. Let's go see Papa.” He held your hand as he walked you towards the scary room. Worse than the boring room from yesterday.

You turned the corner and there was Papa at the computer. “Hey there! The computer’s prepped and waiting for you, little one.”

You looked at Papa, then Uncle Thor, and then Papa again. “Okay… I'm ready.”

Papa led you to the metal bed. It was rectangular and thin. A sheet was laid out on it so you wouldn't get super cold. There was a thick pillow on the end that had your favorite kitty cat pillowcase on it, which made the corners of your lips turn upwards.

Papa pressed an arrow down bottom next to the donut sphere that brought the bed down to your level. He held your hand as you hopped on and then helped position you onto the center. He guided you through a big, deep breath so that your body was as comfortable on the table as can be instead of tense.

Next came pink headphones with cutesy kitty ears on them and plain boring ear plugs so that your hearing wasn't hurt from the loud noises. Papa already set up your favorite kind of music so when the headphones were placed on you, it was already playing. Bruce furrowed his brow in question, moving his thumb up and down. You replied with a thumbs up. You were ready.

Bruce handed you a panic button to hold just in case and laid a blanket over you to keep you warm. Papa kissed the top of your head and left the room.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath in and out.

BBRRRRRRR

‘It's okay. I'm okay.’

BEEEEEEPPP

‘Woohoo, I'm doing awesome!’

REEEEHHHHHH

‘This is boring, it's got to have been a bajillion minutes by now.’

After ten years (minutes), the machine stopped and Papa walked back into the room. He gave you a high five and bunches of praises that you only heard some of because of all the ear protectors. But you could tell by his facial expressions that he was so very proud of you.

He pressed the arrow down button again and the bed began moving to an easier height. You removed the headphones and earplugs yourself, you felt like such a big kid (in the best way)!

You stretched this way and that while making funny noises which made you abrupt into hearty giggles.

Bruce held your hand as you jumped down. Next thing you knew, he was hugging you tightly, picking you up, and spinning you around and around!

“I'm so very, very proud of you, bumble bee!”

You kissed his cheek. “Thank you, Papa!”

♡

[where-does-the-heart-lie]

Can we have a deeper analysis in Sabo's shape language study please? It's amazing how you make him give different vibes with just his hair and I like to understand how does that work.

Oh. I'm SO glad you asked.

(The Post In Question)

Okay so this isnt the first post ive made about shape language,

Here are the others:

ASL Shapes Strawhats Shapes

i'm just gonna copy and paste the definition i have for shape language from those posts here so i dont have to write it all again.

Shape language is defined as “a concept used in art and animation to communicate meaning based on shapes we are familiar with” (source). This concept uses circles, triangles, and squares to convey an idea of the “personality” of the design without using any words.

In designs, using circles and rounded edges in your silhouette and detailing gives the design a soft and squishy look. They tend to be harmless, approachable, or changeable.

Designs using squares gives the design a solid, sturdy, and strong look. They are supportive, reliable, and inflexible

Lastly, triangle designs are sharp and directional. They are dynamic, dangerous, and unpredictable.

That's base level but here's more in depth description of each design for ya:

this one is up first!

You may notice how in this design, his hair isnt in large clumps like the others are. His hair falls delicately and waves gently with little to no hard angles.

In this design, i was trying to convey the idea of "he wasnt born to fight, but he's molded himself into someone who will." I tried to depict that by making his hair all light and feathery, his facial features soft and rounded, but also showing how he's modified his body in a pointy and aggressive way.

I didn't want to only go hard edges with the piercings though because much like he's strayed from his mold of being delicate, he's also strayed from his mold of being a cruel noble. so some of his piercings are rings, AKA: Circles.

You may also notice the different in how I've drawn the collars of these guys. the collar of this Babo's black coat falls softly, and its' arc is rounded. The shoulders don't have any padding and it rounds at the corner.

This Man Is Round.

Next up is this Freak

This is supposed to be Triangle Him.

His hair is in larger, hard angled clumps. Indicating that he probably cut his hair himself. He did... greattt. I already headcannon him as someone who cuts his own hair, but i dont think this one ever gets any better at it.

The hard angles on his teeth, his scar, his jaw, his collar, that line i forgot to erase on the left, and his coat all give indication that this guy is Dangerous and you probably shouldnt mess with him.

I didn't have any real deeper meaning to this version, I just wanted to make him look as opposing as I could. this guy is "what you see is pretty much what you get."

Even though he doesn't have a lot of deeper meaning, I think this one is my favorite of the designs. I really love these colors on him and his hair was really fun to draw. I think I wanna draw him again at some point. I think this version of him would be very funny paired with Koala. I'm chuckling thinking about it:

Koala and her Armed and On Fire kindergartener

And lastly this guy

Sabo's base design is very rectangle coded. From his Hat, to his face shape, to his coat. So this version was very easy to make as I didn't actually need to change that much!

I think maybe I could've made his design a little more complex? But also I think there is a beauty in simplicity for this one. He looks straightforward, reliable, and kind. He seems like the kind of guy who gets his hands dirty, not because he likes doing it, but because he does what he must for the greater good.

I really love his hazel eyes, too. I think it brings a nice warmth to his design that is really nice.

Additional comments:

I love talking about this stuff. I love designing. I love art. I love drawing so much it's so fun

Everytime I get to sit down and make some funky doodles my brain feels like 🧠🤸🧘🧜🧚🙋‍♀️🙋‍♀️🧚💃💃💃💃💃💃

If you got this far thanks for reading :)

I usually have a description for my designs and my choices and stuff and I forgot to do one for this post, it makes me happy to see that it was missed :)

[mangowillow]

last to know | ch. 1: haunted dreams

pairing: jungkook x (f) reader / kim woosung x (f) reader

summary: you and jeongguk got together at 16 years old, married at 20, and divorced at 21. what was once love ever after turned into nothing but pain and unfulfilled dreams. you keep going despite the pain in your heart that never really went away, until one day, jungkook comes back— to seoul and in your life.

general story tags: divorce au, childhood friends, angst (who am i without it), hurt & eventual comfort, kind of a slow burn, OC is an adopted child in this fic, a lot of flashbacks later on because context is important; and the others that a lot of people seem to dislike: a love triangle and a LOT of miscommunication. look away if this isn't your thing. tags and warnings will be updated as we go along with each chapter!

warnings: nothing really; well, maybe except seokjin's intrusive thoughts about an axe k*ller— but it's tame, i promise! oh, and jeongguk gets slapped. be nice and let me know if i miss anything! there's a mini flashback in this chapter in all italics marked by a ♥!

word count: 3,900

author's note: i am very nervous about this first chapter because it's been A WHILE since i last wrote ~something~ so anyway! here you go, enjoy!

fic masterlist

New York, 2023

It was right when the DJ turned up the volume that Jeongguk felt the impact of a palm hitting him square in the jaw.

Jeongguk doesn’t know what stimuli to focus on: should it be the loud music blasting through the speakers or the sting of the slap that he probably deserved. It doesn’t take his brain too long to piece together what just happened 5 seconds ago. He knows what’s coming and he is also very much aware that he did see it coming sooner or later.

“Fuck you, Jeongguk,” Ae-cha grits through her teeth. Jeongguk swears she’s about to cry, tears threatening to spill amidst the blue glow of the lights above them. “We are dating, how can you say that—”

“We sleep together when it’s convenient for the both of us, Ae-cha.” Jeongguk downs the rest of his scotch, along with the remnants of his pride. “I never said anything about dating.”

“You are such a jerk!” Ae-cha turns a shade of red, tears in the corners of her eyes. It isn’t the first time Jeongguk has ever made a woman cry, but oddly enough, he doesn’t feel that hollow ache in his chest; the one he felt the first time he made that mistake. He should feel bad, he thinks, but then again, he also doesn’t.

Does that make him a bad person? 

“I didn’t listen to my friends when they said you were trouble. I wanted to prove them wrong—” Ae-cha starts, but Jeongguk cuts her off.

“Why? Why do you have to?”

Ae-cha’s eyes grow wide as she watches Jeongguk stare at his empty glass.

“You should have listened to your friends.” Jeongguk says, matter-of-fact. Ae-cha scoffs and Jeongguk knows now is the right time to probably shut up.

But he’s a jerk, just like Ae-cha says he was.

“I told you right from the beginning… we just use each other because we’re both lonely,” Jeongguk feels his throat turn dry, “I think somewhere along the way, you misread my actions.”

Ae-cha doesn’t move, doesn’t speak. She closes her eyes for a minute and Jeongguk looks at her, waiting for her rebuttal. Or maybe a second slap. Whichever comes first.

Ae-cha speaks in a voice so low, it’s perplexing how Jeongguk is still able to pick up her words— “Your problem is that you do not care about other people’s feelings, Jeongguk. You only care about your own.”

Jeongguk tightens his jaw; now he feels his heart aching.

“You hurt people. You ruin good things. You keep your heart under tight wraps and you do not let anyone in. If you keep that up, you will end up with no one.”

Jeongguk stares at Ae-cha, wanting to say something, but failing completely. Maybe this is what he gets for sleeping with a psychologist— a rude awakening.

Before he can say anything, Ae-cha turns on her heel and walks away. Jeongguk remains at the bar for a bit more until the song changes into a slower tempo. It feels like a chore walking back to the table where his best friend Yoongi was— like walking on lead. 

“That must’ve hurt—” Yoongi starts, fingers reaching out to the peanut bowl and putting some into his mouth. Jeongguk plops down on the chair with a sigh. “What a shitty night,” he quips.

Yoongi hums, “And whose fault is that?” 

Jeongguk looks at his best friend in annoyance. Yoongi chuckles, putting more peanuts into his mouth. “What’d she say?”

“That I’m a jerk who hurts people and ruins good things.”

“Is it true?”

“You tell me.”

“I don’t think I need to do that, kid.” Yoongi concludes, glancing at Jeongguk. He takes a swing out of his beer bottle before continuing, “You know damn well the answer to that.”

Jeongguk clicks his tongue and takes the beer from Yoongi. He takes a swig himself, letting their conversation die out by drowning it into the same old music he’s used to hearing almost every night. 

Jeongguk comes home to his apartment that night, tipsy and his heart in pieces. Walking into the living room, the corner of his eyes catch the stack of luggages already packed and loaded. He didn’t feel like sitting on the couch so he opts to sit on the floor, his fingers grazing the carpet absentmindedly. A beat later, he allows his heart to bleed once more— as he always seems to do every single night for the past few years. Leaning his head back against the edge of his couch, he cries himself to sleep, wishing, praying the ache in his chest—and the words you hurt people—would go away in the morning.

Seoul, 2023

Your eyes try to take in the art in front of you— The Artist’s Garden in Giverny, Claude Monet, 1900. Usually, many emotions overwhelm your system and you cannot help but discuss any painting with the next person willing to listen. 

And once upon a time, you were enthusiastic about your craft and love for the arts. It was almost always too easy, too often that you could come up with pieces to add to your gallery. But that hasn’t happened in over a year— maybe more than. 

In the stillness of the room you are in, you hear light footsteps coming closer to where you are. You keep your eyes trained on Monet’s painting until your brother Seokjin sits beside you.

For a while, you and Seokjin just sit beside each other— no words, only a quiet understanding that close siblings seem to share and empathize with. Seokjin’s parents adopted you when you were eleven; a year after you and your parents met a horrible car collision. You are five months older than Seokin, yet that fact doesn't deter him at all, and more often than not, he usually ends up acting like your older brother. When he first met you at the orphanage, he grew fond of you real quick— already asking his parents when he’d be allowed to play with you. He doesn’t mind that you were once part of the system, that you are his half-sister— not really. He never treated you any differently. He loves you with his whole heart and he will always protect you. 

This is why he also cannot stand stillness at times, especially when it involves you.

“Have you been waiting long?” Seokjin asks.

You have a habit of kicking your right foot into the air when you don’t really know how to respond right away. You take a sharp inhale before shaking your head. Seokjin follows your line of sight— you were still looking at the painting.

“Does it make you feel better? Looking at this, I mean…” 

Seokjin’s question makes you look at him instead, like you just realized he had been sitting there this whole time and you never knew. He meets your eyes, sees the sadness in them. He will always know no matter how hard you try to hide it.

“Happy birthday, ____”

You don’t respond. 

“Taehyung and the others are waiting down at the cafe. Do you still want to meet them?”

You nod once before giving Seokjin a smile, “Of course.”

Seokjin slides into the gap between the two of you and instinctively, you rest your head on his shoulder as he envelops you in a side hug. He rubs a hand up and down your arm before planting a light kiss on top of your head.

“I know it doesn’t get any easier, ____. But I just want you to know that I love you… We all love you.” 

With shaky breath and tears that threaten to spill from your eyes, you whisper, “I know.”

As Seokjin gets into the driver’s seat, you hand him an envelope. Seokjin has an inkling what it is, but he asks you anyway as he squints his eyes at you.

“What is that supposed to be?”

You push the envelope towards him a bit more, just humming, “It’s the last payment.”

Seokjin rolls his eyes as he presses the ignition. He doesn’t take the envelope, “Oh come on, Seokjin, just take it.”

“And for the nth time, you shouldn’t have to pay for something I willingly helped you out for. We’re siblings, for gods sake, ____.”

You lower your hands, setting the envelope on your lap. Eyes cast down you mumble, “I know that. I was able to sell a painting again after a long time and it felt good… But I already told you this before— I’d feel better if you just please take this.” 

Seokjin lets out a sigh— usually he makes that sound when he’s already defeated. 

“Please don’t tell me you’re giving me all the money you worked hard for,” Seokjin starts and you shake your head as soon as you heard the word all. “No, not at all, I— I had some saved up and the rest of it will be for rent.”

You look at Seokjin who still looks suspicious. You playfully roll your eyes and Seokjin sees you smile for the first time that night.

“I promise.”

Seokjin sets his eyes on the parking lot, placing his hands on the steering wheel, “Fine—” you squeal as soon as he gives in and you place the envelope in the glove compartment. “—but this is the last time, all right?”

“Yes sir, that’s the last of the payments,” you respond a tone higher than your usual. Seokjin chuckles as he sets the gear into reverse.

“Are you sure you don’t need any help moving some of your stuff?” Seokjin asks as you fasten your seatbelt.

“Not really, I think I can manage just fine.”

You expect Seokjin to be backing up the car right now, yet he remains unmoving. You chuckle.

“I’ll be fine, Seokjin. Movers will help me move some of the heavier stuff.”

“Listen, ____, I was beyond ecstatic when you told me you were moving out of… there. I just don’t understand why you need to move in somewhere else when you can just stay with me.”

“Seokjin—”

“And it’s not like you have any problems with money or anything, I mean, you are doing okay right?”

“I am,” you answer with a smirk.

“Yah, don’t give me that look, ____. I’m serious, I really don’t understand why you have to stay somewhere else.”

“I already told you. I don’t need a big apartment, I just need a place to sleep. And isn’t it weird if we live together— people are going to think we’re co-dependent.”

Seokjin opens his mouth to argue, but you cut him off, “And I know what you’re going to ask next. Why did I choose to move in an apartment on the other side of the city? And I already told you a dozen times— I need to learn how to be on my own for real this time. And it’s much cheaper compared to all the other apartments in the city center, I mean— have you seen Seoul?”

“Don’t get cheeky with me, woman. Sure yeah, valid, but have you met your neighbors?”

“What does that have to do with anything?” you ask confidently.

“Well, they could be an ax killer or something—”

“Or they could just be an ordinary person with a normal life, Seokjin.” You laugh at your brother’s catastrophic thoughts. You completely understand where he’s coming from— he just wants to protect you.

“That’s only hypothetical,” Seokjin snarks as he stops at a stoplight. You lay your hand on top of his on the console.

“I know you’re worried about me—”

“I am, you brat.”

“And I will forever be grateful… but I need to do this,” you reply calmly, almost like you were whispering. “I hope you understand.”

“I’m trying, ____. It’s not exactly easy to do that when you’re not giving me the grace to understand exactly why you need to do this… when you can just stay with me. The house is too big. And the cafe is right next door!”

“And we will get to that someday… but not right now, hm?” Seokjin sighs in defeat. “I will call you every single night if that will make you feel better.”

“Yah, those kinds of things have to come from the heart, not because you’re forced to do it just to appease me.”

“I’m not… I actually really want to talk to my little brother every day,” you tease as Seokjin scoffs.

“Fine, you have to call me every day, okay? Promise?”

You grin wide, “I promise.”

“And I am not your little brother, we’re only 5 months apart.”

“Doesn’t change the fact that I’m older than you.”

Seokjin grumbles under his breath but a smirk was on his lips, “And you’re always going to be my brat.”

The coffee shop you and Seokjin run together has been passed down by your parents. Ever since Seokjin could utter the word, “coffee,” everyone in the family knew he was destined to manage the coffee chains. Even though you were technically the older one, your parents were more lenient and allowed you to forge your own path. Seokjin understood that and he wouldn’t have it any other way despite your pleas to help him with all the major business work. It has been a few years since the original coffee shop in Seongsu-dong expanded into different branches across Seoul. When you flew back from New York, you immediately put up your own artist studio right beside the cafe. Seokjin even pitched in on the idea of a gallery where people can choose to paint while drinking their favorite latte. Four years later, people now come for the art displays and occasional indie music performances, at times poetry nights. 

Four years later, you were also making a name for yourself as an artist. Seokjin once told you you were a jack of all trades, master of everything because you were crafty with your hands— painting, dress-making, cooking. And you brush him off every single time.

Because if anything, one of your greatest weaknesses was believing whether or not you were good enough for anything or anyone.

Seokjin opens the door for you as you both enter the coffee shop. As soon as you come in, you are greeted by your long-time friends— Taehyung, Hoseok, and Jimin. You met Taehyung and Jimin in New York because you were all fine arts students. Hoseok came into the picture as Taehyung’s lover not long after the three of you came back home to Seoul. 

“There she is, our little star,” Taehyung greets you with his signature boxy smile. His arms are wide open, ready to engulf you in a tight embrace. Jimin and Hoseok follow suit, each with a kiss on the cheek.

“It’s about time you show your pretty face, ____. It’s been ages since we last saw you,” Jimin quips.

“But I text and call you guys almost every day,” you defend. Hoseok pushes a plate of strawberry cake towards you and adds, “It’s not the same as seeing you in the flesh, ____. You look amazing, as always.”

“Thank you, Hobi. That’s reassuring, considering the fact that I haven’t had a good night’s sleep in ages.”

“Too many commissions?” Jimin asks.

“More than that, the gallery show at Seojung Art is in six months, and I still haven’t started on my piece.”

“Do you already know what you’re going to create?” Taehyung asks as he takes a bite of his croissant.

“That’s the problem… inspiration isn’t coming. It’s a bother,” a frown now evident across your face. Jimin holds your hand.

“You know you’re really talented, right, ____? You’ll pull through.”

“Thanks, Jiminie,” you smile at him. 

“Maybe one of the customers’ paintings here could ignite a spark?” Taehyung starts. “I mean, sometimes the best kind of inspiration hits when you least expect it.”

“You’re right. I’ll sleep on it tonight… if I do get to sleep,” you chuckle, but they all know it’s more than that.

Seokjin comes back to the table with your hot mint tea— a drink that almost always helps you fall asleep.

“What’s with the dead atmosphere, guys? It’s been a while since we all got together like this and you’re all moping,” Seokjin jokes. He has always been the life of the party contrary to his very introverted nature.

“It really is a good night, isn’t it?” Taehyung replies as he eats up the last bit of his pastry. “Hoseok and I actually enjoyed the night breeze on the way here because it was just the right amount of chilly.”

“Always the romantic, this one,” Hoseok laughs.

Jimin carefully watches you as you sip your tea in silence. “Are you all settled to move in tomorrow, ____? Do you need help?” 

“I’ll be fine, Jimin. I don't have as much stuff to pack, anyway.”

“Oh yeah that’s right, tomorrow’s moving day. Are you excited?” Taehyung jumps a bit on his seat, suddenly interested in the conversation.

“Not really, I mean, it’s going to be pretty boring moving stuff around, don’t you think?”

“But it’s also the start of a new beginning.” Taehyung supplies.

You smile after taking a bite of the cake, “That is very true.”

Seokjin opens his mouth to talk, but then closes it. He changes his mind anyway, “Her neighbors don’t own axes or something, right Taehyung?”

Taehyung giggles, “I don’t know, hyung, It’s not like I went into every apartment on her floor.”

Seokjin turns pale and Taehyung laughs. Taehyung used to live on the same floor as the one you’re about to move into— before he moved in with Hoseok.

“Seokjin is so worried about the neightbors that he couldn’t stop ranting about it on the way here,” you chuckle. “But as I told him, I’ll be fine.” You placed emphasis on the word fine as you held Seokjin’s hand for reassurance under the table.

“Are you telling that to us or to yourself?” Seokjin starts. He has a way of being so upfront with you that there were moments when it became the cause of your fights and misunderstandings. Seokjin sometimes does not know when to stop, yet you know he always means well. You love and dislike him for it at the same time.

“Hyung…” Jimin readily interjects.

“It’s okay, Jimin…” you put your fork down and paused before looking at Seokjin. “I am telling all of you and myself… that I will be fine. I am honestly really thankful that you’re all here now to keep me company.”

You’ve been saying the word “fine” and “okay” a whole lot that night— you started to doubt if you really are or if Seokjin was right— that you’re just trying to convince yourself of it.

“Are you holding up okay, noona?” Hoseok asks, worried.

“Of course—” you take a sharp exhale before continuing, “It also means that time is helping me get past it. And I am okay with that.”

None of your friends respond. 

“We love you always, ____. You’ll always have us.” Taehyung said.

“Happy birthday, noona,” Jimin smiles. 

Your friends sing you their greetings as Hoseok brings out their surprise birthday cake and flowers. As you try not to cry at their gesture, you try to give them the most genuine smile you can muster. Yet in your heart, you know it’s not enough to convince them. Or yourself.

♥ “You do not get to tell me shit because I have done everything for you—”

“I didn’t ask for any of this, Jeongguk—”

“And yet you still came here with me. If you are really that resentful about moving here… about marrying me— then why did you stay? Why are you still here?”

“I never said I resented you.”

“Yeah? Well it feels like it. You make me feel like shit whenever I can’t help you! God I— you know what? I’m done. I can’t do this with you anymore.”

“W-what do you mean you can’t—”

“—I’m saying we should end this. I want a divorce.”

Yoongi gently shakes Jeongguk’s shoulder to wake him up. “We’re almost landing, Jeongguk-ah,” he whispers.

Jeongguk slightly jerks from his sleep. His body feels heavy, his brain foggy but at the same time trying to recover from the dream he just had.

“It’s the same dream again, isn’t it?” Yoongi asks, knuckles turning white as he holds on to the arm rests. Turbulence has always been a bitch— well, at least to Yoongi. Jeongguk doesn’t answer him; instead, he looks out the plane window, thinking the plane couldn’t land fast enough.

“You keep calling out for her, you know? When you dream, I mean. Did you know that?”

That gets Jeongguk’s attention. He bites down on his lip ring before shaking his head, “No. I didn’t know.”

From baggage claim until Jeongguk and Yoongi exit through arrivals, there has been nothing but silence. Yoongi notices how Jeongguk’s hands couldn’t keep still: he’d take them in and out of his pockets. As they walk to the car that awaits them, Yoongi asks once more— “Are you sure you’re going to be okay?

Jeongguk lets out a long breath before looking at his best friend: “I will be.”

“This is the last of the boxes, ma’am.” One of the movers holds a medium-sized box. “Where do you want me to put it?”

You get up from one of the boxes you were opening, “Oh, that’s okay, I’ll take it. Thank you.”

“I just need you to sign one more thing before we wrap up.”

“Of course,” you take the pen and sign on the dotted line.

“Have a good day,” The movers gave you a small bow before they went on their way. Looking around the room, you let out a sigh. The apartment is bigger than you initially thought but you are happy about that. There’s an extra room spacious enough to set up a painting studio. 

Your eyes land on the last box that was given to you by the mover. Inside it are memories that you don’t feel ready to touch just yet. Despite everything else scattered around your room, you pick up the box and shove it into the back corner of your closet. Maybe someday you’ll have the heart to open it again, but right now, it stays out of sight.

You were about to start opening one of the other boxes when a soft, melodic voice comes up behind you— “Hey baby.”

You turn around quickly, your heart and body naturally gravitating to the owner of the voice: Kim Woosung, your boyfriend.

“Hi,” you softly respond, heart happy upon seeing your boyfriend’s smile. He sets the take-out bags down to hug you. Woosung then gives you a long kiss on your forehead, mumbling, “I missed you.”

You don’t lift your eyes to meet his right away, but your hands reach out for his as he cradles your face. When you finally look at him, he gives you that warm smile you have always loved. With Woosung, there is peace, the kind that secures your heart. As he aligns his forehead with yours, you feel all your worries melt away. 

With Woosung, everything feels safe, so right.

“I’m sorry I’m late,” Woosung apologizes. You shake your head gently and wrap your arms around his neck.

“You’re just in time.”

[haesunflower]

the stars lied | royalty au with zhanghao and ricky

(written in the stars chapter 2)

✩ chapter 1 here, but can be read as standalone ✩ genre: romance, angst

pairing: reader x zhang hao, reader x ricky

about/tags: while you visit your sister, the queen, you're met with a familiar distraction – prince ricky. but king hao doesn't seem happy about it (3k words)

y/n is a princess, hao is a king, ricky is a prince, pining, childhood friends to lovers, love triangle (or maybe it's a square), infidelity, yujin is hao's son

Your sister is with-child for the second time the next time you see her. You’re sitting with her at the butterfly garden, and her first-born is playing near the pond. The young crown prince Yujin looks much like Hao, you think. 

You look at your sister, the queen, and can’t help but think that she was always meant to be that. Since she’s left Astoria, she’s become much tanner, she smells of flowers all the time, and her hair is much longer. She fashions them nowadays with tiny crystals, which glisten in the sunlight when she moves. You tell her it looks like the stars, and she says it’s the only way she can feel connected to home. 

Mariposa, unlike your country, is much warmer. While you haven’t had the chance to explore much, the palace gardens here put yours to shame as it blooms with about a hundred different kinds of flowers. The people that staff the palace are gentle, soft-spoken and remind you of the slight drizzle before a rainbow. You suddenly understand where Zhang Hao gets his disposition from. The king you mean, you suddenly understand where the king gets his disposition from. 

You haven’t seen him since that night. You didn’t even show up to the wedding – it would have complicated things. Instead, you sent your sister a letter and a gift, a small golden telescope. You wonder if your sister has ever suspected anything, if that’s the reason she invited you to stay at Mariposa for the entire Spring. 

“Let me tour you around the palace, sister. Come.” her entire court of ladies move when she does, and you follow suit. She ends the tour at what she thinks would be your favorite place, the royal library. 

The whole place is bright, and the ceiling is incredibly high. The library is two stories, and there is a large staircase that leads to the second floor. The books on the first floor look like they sparkle, with the sun hitting its hardbound spines. You walk in between the tall bookshelves, fingers ghosting over the expanse of the collection. Slowly, the faint sound of a violin enters your ears. 

“He likes to play in here sometimes, up on the second floor”. Your sister, who is beside you, gestures up at the staircase. You don’t want to look. “As expected, the king plays beautifully”, your sister whispers to you. 

“I fear that I’ll disturb his grace's time with you. I’ll retire to my room, sister.” She gently nods at you before making her way up the steps, with prince Yujin following suit. 

You walk to your quarters alone. 

—--⋆⋆☆⋆⋆—-

Your maid, Chaehyun, is busy brushing your hair when she tells you that the gown prepared for you to wear at the spring solstice ball has arrived. The dress is a breathtaking midnight blue, clad in diamonds, and much like your sister’s hair – reminds you of the Astoria night sky. 

A string quartet greets you enthusiastically, their music resonating throughout the ballroom as you enter. The walls are decorated in gold, with paintings of the Mariposa butterflies. The place is filled with Mariposa nobility, but you are also met with royals from other neighboring countries. A few gentlemen ask for your hand in a dance, and you agree. Though your body is moving, your mind is elsewhere. You feel that you are merely floating to the rhythm. 

Zhang Hao sees you first, breathtaking, he thinks. He is standing next to your sister on the platform where their thrones reside. He watches you politely accept dances from strangers, smiling and curtsying at each one. When you move, he thinks it’s like watching the constellations dance in the night sky. Entranced, he keeps his gaze on you.

The queen must have noticed, “my king, would you ask my sister for a dance? she looks like she needs saving.” Hao looks at her, a little bit in disbelief. But she nods firmly, letting him know that he can go. 

You’re at your 4th dance partner already, and the current one talks your ear off about Mariposa and Astoria politics. You’re about to respond with some generic agreement to his opinion, when you hear his voice. 

“Excuse me, prime minister. May I steal the Princess of Astoria for a dance?” his gloved hand is outstretched towards you. You don’t want to take it. Not when he’s looking at you like that, not when you’re unable to speak, and not when your sister is watching you from afar. “Of course, your grace”, the prime minister says as he places your hand on the king’s, and the decision is made for you. 

The music restarts, and a slower song begins to play. He takes your hand and places it on his right shoulder. While one hand holds yours tightly, the other rests on your waist. The butterflies are back, and it dances around your stomach. He’s trying to look at you, but your head is turned. 

“Princess y/n, are you ignoring the King?” his lips are in a smile, and his head is tilted. You appreciate the joking manner in which he speaks, and it gives you the courage to look him in the eye. When your eyes meet, his gaze softens. And since you don’t respond, he follows up with “I must say I was a little offended when you fled the library earlier today without so much of a greeting.” 

“I apologize, your grace. I did not want to disturb your time with my sister, nor your time with the violin.” He spins you around. “I don’t mind an audience, princess.” Again, you don’t know what to say.  So with eyes still locked on one another, you dance in silence, and as the song ends he tells you to make yourself at home here. You curtsy, and you leave the dance floor, running to the balcony.

—--⋆⋆☆⋆⋆—-

The moment your face hits the fresh air, you gasp. You’re breathing heavily, and you make your way towards the banister for support. Your dress feels too tight, too heavy, and you’re clawing at the bodice for release. Behind you, the ballroom is still ablaze with people, chatter, and music. In front of you, a lake full of swans. And beside you, a man dressed in black. 

“Y/N, are you quite alright?” he asks. You turn your attention to him, and you’re met with a healthy distraction from an impending panic attack. He’s much taller than you remember, with broader shoulders and longer hair. Under the night sky, the moonlight reflects on his platinum hair. “Prince Quanrui” you breathe out. 

“Princess Y/N”, he bows at you. “I was looking for you, you know. I was waiting for the chance to ask for a dance, and then that damn king cut the line.” You laugh, Quanrui has always been honest. 

As children, you saw each other yearly for diplomatic meetings of the nations Astoria and Solaria. Your kingdoms were on opposite ends of the map, and while yours is dominated by the moon, his is dominated by the sun. You’ve been to Solaria a few times, the land of people with golden hair. But most of these royal gatherings were hosted in Astoria. 

When you were children, you thought he didn’t talk much. He always sat gracefully, composed, and stoic. Your older brother, Hanbin, was often compared to him growing up as a fellow crown prince. It was only when all the prying eyes of adults left the room where Quanrui, or Ricky, as he liked to refer to himself, would reveal what kind of person he truly is. When it’s just the children in the room – you quickly learn that he says whatever is on his mind, is quite stubborn, and is always at the scene of conflict even if he doesn’t want to be. You remember a time where all the children were chasing each other under the dining hall tables and when the ceramics fell, Ricky took the blame. 

As you were the same age, you spent a lot of time together running around the castle, riding horses, and painting by the garden. You’d also force him to join a tea party or two, especially when your sister was off with extra lessons. He didn’t like doing it, but it gave him a chance to spend time with you. Ricky was the only person in the world who preferred your company over your sister’s. 

But by the time you were teenagers, Ricky started spending more time with Hanbin, sparring at the courtyard for some “healthy competition”. The two princes got along well, and both your parents fostered and encouraged that friendship to ensure the long-lasting alliance of your kingdoms. Every time he visits, he would make sure to ask you to go on a stroll with him at least once. 

The visits started becoming less and far between, after all, relations between Astoria and Solaria are solid than ever – there’s really not much to discuss during the diplomatic meetings anymore. 

On your 17th birthday, he sent over a portrait he painted of you, purely from memory. He apologized for being unable to visit that year as he didn’t have the time to take the long journey to you. In the letter he sent along with the portrait, he said he was busy preparing for the sun ceremony and invited you to come – but you didn’t go. Because Zhang Hao was in Astoria, preparing to marry your sister. 

In the present time, Quanrui stands beside you, “you should have waited, I would have gladly danced with you instead, Ricky.” He looks satisfied with your answer, and pleasantly surprised that formalities have been dropped. He doesn’t have the heart to tell you that he no longer goes by his childhood name Ricky. But the name sounds so sweet being uttered from your lips. So he lets it be. 

“Will you still be here tomorrow?” he asks. 

“Yes, until the end of the season.” 

“Good, I have someone I’d like you to meet.”

—--⋆⋆☆⋆⋆—-

It’s the next day, and you’re in your riding clothes. Ricky is at the grand stables, bringing out two horses, one golden like the sun and one white as snow. “Ricky, when you said you’d like me to meet someone, I didn’t think you’d mean a stallion.” 

He laughs, handing you the reins of the white horse. He gently strokes its hair when he says “this is Celeste, I bring her everywhere with me.” You look at him, making your eyes small and shooting him an accusatory look, “Celeste like, the constellation we made up as kids?” 

Ricky laughs “a funny coincidence, is it not?”. His ears are slightly red, and you are right not to believe him. Eyebrows furrowed in disbelief, you shake your head. 

You’re laughing when you ask “okay, and who is this handsome creature?” You're petting the golden stallion by its neck, waiting for Ricky to respond. Instead, he walks closer to you and asks “may I?”, you nod and he easily lifts you up by the waist to mount the horse. 

“You tell me y/n, he’s all yours.” 

He shoots you a wink and quickly mounts Celeste. He’s gotten a few feet ahead of you when he turns around to taunt you, “well princess y/n, are you coming?” You quickly start to move, catching up to them, with the newly gifted horse that you decide to name Citrine. 

On his own horse from afar, Zhang Hao watches you ride alongside Quanrui. 

—--⋆⋆☆⋆⋆—-

Spring goes by fast, and Quanrui has overextended his stay.

Solaria and Mariposa have a tense history, and their mutual ally Astoria is what prevents further political turmoil. So when Quanrui asks the king if he could buy a horse from him, he allows it. And when Quanrui asks if he, too, can stay until the end of Spring, Zhang Hao makes a retort comment about Solaria needing their crown prince back. The prince responds with “some things are worth more than a country” and upon hearing a response like that, he has no choice but to let him stay.  

King Zhang Hao isn’t blind. He sees that Quanrui is in love with Y/N. Since the spring solstice ball, you have never gotten a moment to yourself. Prince Quanrui is always glued to your side – especially as you stroll through the butterfly gardens, visit the palace museums, and ride the horses. Mealtimes have been hard for Hao, so much so that he has decided to dine alone in his room for the time being. He loses his appetite when he sees you and Prince Quanrui casually stealing glances at each other. 

After dinner, he often retires to the royal library in an attempt to distract himself, getting lost in the violin. The queen is starting to worry, when she points out he’s been playing sadder songs recently. He never knows what to tell her, so he doesn’t say anything. 

Today, as he is about to enter the second floor study, he hears voices. Inside, you’re teaching the young crown prince, Yujin, how to use a telescope. The windows are open, and you’re guiding Hao’s son so that he can see through the device. It’s the golden telescope you got your sister as a wedding gift. You don’t know that Hao has been the one using it as of late. 

“My my, isn’t it too late for the young prince to be awake?” The toddler beams in excitement and gestures to be brought to his father. You bring Yujin over to Hao, who gladly takes him from your arms and coos. “And what did princess y/n show you hmm?” He makes conversation with his child as if he has the ability to respond. King Hao then brings Yujin over to his nanny, who is waiting patiently by the door. “Bring the young prince to bed.” he commands. 

You are also about to excuse yourself when Hao stops you. “Stay” he says.  

You stop in your tracks, and turn around to face him. “Your grace, it’s getting late -” He is desperate to speak to you, evidently grasping at straws when he says “as King, I’m ordering you to stay.” 

Hao sighs loudly, and throws his head up, looking straight into the ceiling. “Sorry Y/N I just, I want the chance to speak with you.” He’s looking at you now, pleading with his eyes. The same eyes he used as he pleaded with you that night in Astoria. 

This time, you want to hear him out. This time, you don’t run away. “Okay, I’ll stay.” 

You sit yourself on the couch, opposite the window where you were standing. Hao follows suit and sits next to you. There’s a long silence before you hear the crickets in the distance. “Did you love me?” he asks. 

Love? You think. Well, he made your heart beat faster than anyone else could. He made you feel seen, he made you question your position in royalty, and he made you wonder what it would be like to be – normal. He almost made you betray your sister. So whatever powerful force that was, if we can even call it love, that is how you felt towards him. 

But all you can croak out is “you are married now Hao – ” Suddenly, you feel 17 again. You feel vulnerable, removing the walls you greatly put up. “– and to my sister, nonetheless.”

You’re scared that you’ll cry, so you look straight ahead at the window so the tears don’t fall. You know that you still haven’t actually answered his question. And he thinks you won’t be able to answer him at all, which is why he confesses ahead, “Y/N I am married, but I do not love her.”

This time, you look at him. Like you, he looks scared. His lips are quivering and he’s afraid he’ll break at any moment. With bravery, you place your hand on his cheek. You feel the tear that falls down and he closes his eyes, basking in your touch. “I’m sorry.” he whispers.

“For what?” you ask. 

“For not doing anything. For letting you go. For not seeing you the next morning. For -” he’s bawling at this point. And you could barely make out those last few words as he lets his tears take over. So you hug him, and his tears pool by your neck. Forget royal conduct, right now you are just a girl, holding your first love tightly. 

His arms wrap around your back, and he clings on to you tightly. How cruel, he thinks. The first time he is allowed to feel the warmth of your skin is also the last time he’ll be able to. Both your eyes are shut as you enjoy the company of being in each others’ arms. For you, healing. For him, mourning. 

When his breathing steadies, he explains himself. “It’s because I thought you might be right, Y/n, about what’s written in the stars for us. But now that I’m here holding you, I’m hoping the stars lied.” 

Your brows are furrowed, and he’s holding both your hands when he says “I so badly want the stars to be wrong.” He says it so quietly, you almost don’t catch it. Your foreheads are leaning against each other, when you whisper back “I’m sorry, too.” 

The soft cries have stopped, and it’s silent once again. The weight of your words slumps his shoulders, and he knows what the apology means. It means, I’m sorry, but it’s too late. I’m sorry that this isn’t in the cards for us. I’m sorry, but I do not love you anymore.  

“to answer your question, I think I did love you, Hao.” And for a split second, he is happy. 

“But I think you wouldn’t be able to love me freely either way, your duty is to your country. You are a selfless King, and even though only I will know your great sacrifice, it is admirable to the highest degree.” 

And Hao knows you are right. His one great love is Mariposa. Unlike other royal families, there is no other person that can rule, the line of succession ends with him as the only son of the late king. And now that he is King, the line shall continue with Yujin. It turns out, you’re right about the stars. Hao is destined to be a great leader, not your lover. 

So he nods, forced to accept his fate. With one last plea, “one kiss before I let you go?” 

You nod, and let him mold his lips to yours. His hands hold your jaw tightly, bringing you close to him. You feel a passion, longing, and a sadness to this kiss, and you relish in it. It’s a kiss that feels like it’s the end. 

Outside, the queen peeks through the keyhole of the door. Then decides to leave you be.

—--⋆⋆☆⋆⋆—-

A/N: this was so long, whew! what do you think will happen next? part three will be out next week, but let me know your reactions!

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Nga Yawne Lu Oer

Title: Nga Yawne Lu Oer

Genre: Fluff, Slow-Burn, Unrequited love, Love-Triangle/Square?, Angst, SFW, NSFW (like one chapter later on, MDI), Romance.

Status: Ongoing

Warnings: Depictions of battles, blood/weapons, NSFW (later on) and it’s NOT incest. (That will also be revealed, much later on) Also, all the characters are AGED-UP (Neteyam and Ao’nung are the eldest being 18 etc…..)

Parings: Neteyam X Reader, Lo’ak X Reader, Ao’nung X Reader

Summary: Y/N, the twin sister of Tsireya and eldest daughter of Ronal and Tonowari is faced with new challenges and obstacles as the Sully’s arrive to Awa'atlu. Y/N cant help but be amazed by the new Na’vi, who intrigue her as well as raise a sense of connection within them. What will she do when lives are in danger? When the RDA attack? Or more Importantly, when her heart is torn between the two brothers who steal her breathe away upon first contact?

Word count: 3.1k

Chapter Five: Breathing Exercises

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~Third Person's POV~

"I love her already!!" Tuk squeals in delight at the baby Iiu. She chirped happily leaning into the girls touches. Y/N giggles petting the baby as they decide on feeding her one more fish. It wasn't every day you'd meet a baby Iiu.

Neteyam stood a few feet away, his eyes trailing over to the duo. He caught himself staring at the H/C girl. He caught himself doing that lot actually. She had peaked his interest the moment he laid his eyes in her , for what reason he didn't quite understand.

Was is curiosity? Was he trying to be extra cautious? Was he worried she would turn out to be like the other Metkayina, who hated them. They're stares alone spoke volumes.

He knew his duty was to his family, protect them and keep him safe. Was he just feeling uncomfortable with how close she's gotten to his family? How easily she accepted them? She welcomed them with open arms, is that even normal?

His gaze remained on the girl who seemed to be having fun with his baby sister. He couldn't help but smile at the scene, Tuk seemed to have started to enjoy her time here. It was good that she hasn't caught the lingering unwelcomed glances from time to time from the villagers. Watching her smile is what made him want to get the hang of daily life here, maybe gain the respect of the villagers so they wouldn't feel like outsiders.

"Pretty cute, isn't she?" Tsireya pipes up from behind Neteyam. "Yes" Neteyam replies automatically, in a daze. As soon as he realizes what he had said and where Tsireya was looking at he clears his throat awkwardly.

"I-I uh, I j-just meant-" he begins to say, stuttering miserably. Tsireya laughs, covering her mouth. "Relax, I meant the Iiu" she says in a teasing tone. Neteyam feels his body relax, deciding to simply nod. Not trusting his voice. They were standing in the shallows waiting for the girls to finish feeding the Iiu.

"Tuk!" They hear someone call from the beach, Turning over the brothers tense up to see Neytiri waving at her youngest daughter.

It is at this moment they realize how late it has gotten. The sun seems to have started to set. 'How was it that late already? We've barley even started' Neteyam frowns.

"Come to me, my dear!" She calls out. Y/N nods towards Tuk, helping the girl towards shore. Lo'ak swims up to Neteyam and Tsireya, standing beside them. Watching his sister run in to their mothers arms. Y/N turns towards the rocks, she didn't seem to come towards them as the stood in the shallows.

"Are we going as well?" Lo'ak asks timidly, he didn't want to leave yet. He was beginning to get the hang of riding his Iiu, and for once he wanted to try harder on succeeding. Neteyam silently agreed with his baby brother, it felt too early to call it a day.

"Not yet, Y/N, Roxto and I wanted to try some breathing exercises. If you're not tired?" Tsireya asks as Kiri and Roxto joins them. Neteyam quickly shakes his head, "No! We'll definitely join!" He says looking towards shore.

He sees Y/N waving towards them, jumping up and down to get their attention. Kiri chuckles at her childish antics.

Once Y/N  has caught everyone's attention she points towards a  rocky part of the shore. A perfect place to sit and practice in her opinion.

Getting the memo Tsireya looks to the group gesturing them to follow, as they swim towards the rocks.

Once they reach the rocks and they climb up, only to see  Y/N already sitting down, crossed legged. She was humming a tune quietly to herself but stops when she hears them come up from behind her. Looking up she smirks at the group.

"Took you long enough, slowpokes"  she teases as Kiri takes a seat next to Y/N. Kiri couldn't explain it, but everything about Y/N made her feel at ease. She couldn't seem to stay away. It was a comfort she only found within her family and Spider. It felt so homey, comfortable, and she felt protected.

Y/N smiles softly at Kiri, acknowledging her presence. Neteyam's eyes wonder to the other spot next to Y/N, putting more effort into the climb, he  manages to snag the seat. Much to Lo'ak's dismay.

As Neteyam sits down beside her, Y/N turns to him.

"Hi" she says softly, her smile reaching her eyes. Neteyam couldn't help but stare, almost forgetting to respond.

"Hey"

Y/N looks around seeing Roxto sit beside Kiri, Lo'ak and Tsireya being the slowest amongst them. "How was the Iiu lessons? I heard you did great" Y/N asks leaning her head back to get a better view of Neteyam. He lets out a throaty chuckle. "It was great, they are magnificent creatures. I'll need more practice but I've learned a lot today. Thanks to your brother and sister" he explains,  making Y/N nod.

He didn't want to give Ao'nung any credit, but wanting to prove him wrong was what motivated him to succeed. "Tsireya is a great teacher, you'll be learning from the best! She teaches all of the young due to her patient nature. Ao'nung is also very good at teaching , a little rough around the edges but once he gets to know you,  he'll do his best to help you out" Y/N praises her siblings.

She was so proud of Tsireya, and happy that Ao'nung tried to make an effort today. So much improvement in one day,  tomorrow could be only be better! A part of her wished she could have been there to help, but she was glad in a different sense being she seemed to have bonded with Kiri in replacement of that.

Neteyam watches her eyes soften at the mention of her siblings. He could see how much she loved and cared for her family. It was the same feeling he felt towards his. This made his stomach flip in happiness. They seemed to share a lot of similarities.

"How about you? Are you a good teacher?" Neteyam asks unknowingly leaning in towards her. He desperately wanted her to be at the lesson today. But he was kind of thankful she wasn't there, he didn't want her to see the few times he did loose his footing and looked ridiculous.

When Y/N looks up she holds back a gasp at how close he has gotten to her. They were a mere inches away. She could feel his breath against her lips, and he could smell her lovely scent at this close proximity. It filled and dulled his senses. The scent seemed to put him in a trance like state, it was overwhelming.

"I still haven't learned anything about the finger-talk-" Neteyam mummers, getting lost in her eyes. Y/N laughs softly, maintaining the eye contact. "It's called Metkayinan sign language, and that I can definitely teach" she says.

She watches how he licks his lips slowly, his eyes taking in every part of her being. She felt hot all over, like his gaze alone was searing through her.  She even caught how his eyes glanced down to her lips, an action that was surprising but not unwelcome.

"I would like some lessons as well!" A voice pipes up, rather loudly. The sudden intrusion caused the two to jolt away from each other.

Y/n flushes bright purple, she was embarrassed to have forgotten about her audience. Neteyam clears his throat, his eyes catching those of Lo'ak's.

Everyone else had either a smirk or a small smile. Lo'ak was the only one slightly frowning, seeming agitated. "Don't fret, Y/N is the best at sign language. She'll teach everyone" Tsireya assures Lo’ak softly. Y/N nods, avoiding eye contact with Neteyam.

'What was that about?!?' The H/C  girl internally screams to her self as Tsireya begins the exercise.

Everyone turns to look at Tsireya as she focuses, looking at Roxto and Y/N for there aid in the lesson. "Firstly, Breathe in-" she says demonstrating a deep breath in. Roxto also follows suit, using his hands to show the deep breath he is taking in. The group collectively following.

"-breathe out" she instructs looking at everyone to see them breathe out. Y/N notices the boys breathing weavers a bit, she looks at Tsireya making her know who was struggling. Kiri already seems to have it down.

"Imagine flickering a flame" she says softly, "You must slow down your heartbeat" Y/N adds softly as they take another collective deep breath in, breathing out after holding for a few seconds. Noticing that Kiri was doing fine Y/N focuses on the boys, especially to the boy closest to her. Tsireya nods at her, indicating for Y/N to take care of Neteyam as she takes care of Lo'ak who was beside her.

Tsireya leans towards Lo'ak first, he seems startled when her hands touch his body. He feels nervous, his eyes glancing towards her. She smiles reassuringly "breathe in" she instructs, Lo'ak follows taking a deep breath in. Tsireya's hand slides down to his stomach "-breathe from down here, breath out slowly-" she instructs. Lo'ak does so, slightly mesmerized at how she looked up close.

'Both sisters are just so....beautiful. They must have great genes' he marvels staring at her. Hearing silent laughter around him, he looks up, seeing Roxto and Neteyam share a knowing look. He tries to keep his eyes from rolling in annoyance.

He then turns to Y/N. A childish grin adorned her features. She seemed to be suppressing in laughter as well much to his dismay. When their eyes meet she giggles softly making the younger boy's heart soar. She looked adorable, and sounded to sweet.

"Lo'ak-" Tsireya calls, grabbing the boys attention back to her, her hand on his chest. "-you're heartbeat is fast."  she says peering up at him. Feeling flustered by getting caught he mutters a quick "sorry". Tsireya nods in understanding, continuing.

"Try to focus" she states, making Lo'ak nod. He looks forward, ignoring how the laughter had increased due to this. He tries to focus on the water behind them, to calm down. "Breath in. And breath out, let your mind go clear" she says softly noticing his heart beat relax a bit.

Neteyam glances at Roxto as they share silent laughter. As soon as Y/N recovers she turns to Neteyam, gaining the males attention. His ears twitch nervously, his tail swishing from side to side.  "Now that you're done laughing at your brother, let's see if you've understood it?" She says with a chuckle.

Neteyam feels the pressure build noticing everyone looking his way. Even Tsireya and Lo'ak who have finished their lesson to observe him "Why don't you check on Kiri first?" He suggests, his voice hoarse. He was feeling more nervous with her this close to him. How was he supposed to focus?

Y/N shakes her head, her hair moves along with her movements. "Nope, Kiri is doing fine. She is doing great, better then you guys!" She praises, sending Kiri a wink. Kiri smiles back at the girl, then turns her gaze to Neteyam, sticking out her tongue mockingly.

Feeling a spark of competitiveness Neteyam let's out a sigh. "Fine" he grumbles looking forward. From the corner of his eye he can see Y/N lean closer to him. "Ok, take a deep breath in and focus on holding it" she whispers next to him. His ears twitch towards her direction.

Neteyam chooses to close his eyes. Not trusting himself to get distracted. He takes a deep breath in and lets it out. But even he realized his mistake, he realized the moment his breath hitched and wavered. When he felt a smaller, delicate warm hand touch his chest.

Snapping his eyes wide open he glances down to see Y/N's hand on his chest. She looks at him encouragingly, "Take a deep breath with me?" She asks, slightly tilting her head. Neteyam gulps, and nods back a reply.

Placing another hand on his stomach she takes in a deep breath with Neteyam. He looks at her watching how her chest moves along with her breaths, trying to copy it.

"Neteyam, your heartbeat of beating wildly" Y/N whispers worriedly.

Even through Y/N tried being quiet, everyone was able to hear it, as they were equally invested in the current training. Lo'ak scoffs at the scene, looking away. "Are you nervous?" Y/N adds sitting back down, her hands leaving his body.

A part of Neteyam wanted to snatch her hands back, hold them against his chest to feel her warmth. Another irrational part of him wanted to feel how it would be to touch her, her stomach as she took a deep breath in. Her skin looked so smooth and inviting. he cursed himself for having these kind of thoughts.

And the only rational part of his brain wished that he could get this over with, so he couldn't make a fool of himself.

"Neteyam?" Kiri calls, as he hasn't responded for a while. His eyes widening as he looks around, realizing he hasn't answered Y/N's question. "Y-yes. I'm kind of nervous" he says quietly.

The girls look at him sympathetic, waiting for him to continue. "It's just that, it's been a lot. And I'm worried I cannot learn everything I want to at the pace I would like it to be" he lies, well more like half-lies.

Yes this was a main concern for the male Na'vi. Everything they've tried to learn today was a just another reminder how much harder life will be like. How much harder it'll be to adjust to this new way of life, the way of water.

But that wasn't what had distracted him from his thoughts just now. He really didn't want to admit that having Y/N that close, touching him, teaching him. Was doing things to him he couldn't quite explain. Tsireya nods sadly, "I'm sorry, it's a lot to take in. We should take it easy so you'll be able to take in everything. There is no need to rush" she says looking at the Sully's smiling warmly.

They smile back, seeming relieved.

All of a sudden Y/N stands up, gasping loudly. "Y-Y/N???" Tsireya calls concerned. She felt a pang of fear watching her sisters face contort from worry to fear and anxiety. 'Could it be? A vision?' She wonders fearful. Where was Ao'nung when you needed him??!

Seeing the distress on her expression Neteyam is the first to stand, the others following. He gently grabs one of her shoulder, trying to get a better look at her face. "Y/N? Are you alright?!" He asks worriedly, he looks around seeing everyone equally worried.

He catches the look on Kiri's face. She looked horrified. As if this was something she had witnessed? She looked at her in a different way. Remembering to question her about it later,  Neteyam turns back to Y/N.

"T-Tsakarem" she whispers looking around.

"What??" Lo'ak asks confused. "I missed my Tsakarem training!!" She gasps in fear. Kiri let's out a breath she had been holding, Neteyam and Lo'ak feel their tense shoulders relax. Letting go of her shoulder, Neteyam chuckles. "You've missed your Tsahik training? That's what you're worried about?" Lo'ak asks slightly teasing to lighten up the mood.

Y/N looks at Lo'ak, her expression not changing. "You don't understand, mother will be furious!!" She whines slapping her forehead in anguish. Tsireya gulps in fear. "I-it can't be that bad. Are you sure mother was in charge of your training today?" Tsireya asks stepping forward towards her sister.

Y/N looks at her, letting out a sigh. "It wasn't a lesson today...it is; in her words 'a test day'....." Y/N explains sheepishly. Maybe she was freaking out over nothing? It was a simple test really, she had to show what she had learned to mother. That's all...right?

Tsireya accidentally lets out a gasp, making everyone turn to her. She too held a fearful expression. "Y/N-" she calls making her older sister look at her. "I'll pray to Ewya for you" she says apologetically.

"C'mon. It isn't going to be that bad, you're freaking her out!" Lo'ak cuts in seeing Tsireya shake her head. "You've seen mother, met her. Now imagine that, but towards her own kids. Who she has disciplined in ways unimaginable" Tsireya explains making Y/N groan.

"That's it, I'm gone" Y/N exclaims, getting ready to leave, she stops midway to turn towards the Sully's "Tsireya, wrap things up. And I'll see you guys soon-" she says hurriedly, lastly making eye contact with Neteyam. "-I'll let you know when we can start the sign lessons" she says before she scurries away in a panic.

"Hopefully Ronal is in a good mood?" Roxto offers trying to lighten up the tense atmosphere. Tsireya shakes her head, "I highly doubt it. She been in a sour mood since yesterday" she says softly. The Sully's frown, that basically meant she has been sour since their arrival.

Shaking her head, not to worry to much Tsireya turns to the Sully's. "Let's call it a day! It's getting late and soon we should be preparing for dinner. I'll come by tomorrow around the same time!" She informs.

As they all bid farewell, Neteyam looks back to where the girl had run off too. He still didn't get to thank her, and now he is worried that their presence would cause unintentional aggression from Ronal towards Y/N. he couldn't help but frown, he needed to hurry and learn everything fast. If Ronal accepted them, maybe that would make life that much easier.

________________________________ The timeline will be a bit different. It's going to follow the movie but at a slower pace, and with all the side stories it will also make it seem like the movie is being stretched our for the sake of this fan faction. So please bare with me!! Thank you. - Author

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[nettchan01]

What is an illustration essay plan footnotes?

For this essay, is better if I explain my own experiences of illustration after the books and reflections of my tutors. I had explored in my course that maybe it's too early to begin with my own subjects to make an essay, but I believe it is better to research my own course. It's better to understand, especially if I am interested in Studio Ghibli to know illustration, Mangas and animation differences and qualities of work. I had been began with art and design the books I had being learned illustrations don't counted as art but better to learn fine art and art and design or visual art because is an impacted as an illustrator career to begin but I have to be watch to not to compare with graphic  design if I compeer with illustration with graphic design it won't make senses because The graphic being specific as it seems don't using visuals but using similar tools like illustration. For Illustrations Has many alterations the child books and comics or Mangas. I wanted to being try booth of the subject just like Miyazaki did he has shared on his animation and Mangas child based and his countries' histories being opened up He also knows how to make me speechless or stunned with his art work and sound tracks expressions( I will be write about him on my next essay's just I need some connections with the subject I do and I have to know why I chosen this subject. 

I always liked Wine the Phoo because this was my childhood but long as I searched up the classic real classic part was ditched the Disney disappointments.  

If I could go back to my child hood I would be learn classic British illustrations because 

I explored Peter Rabbit, Paddington, Hungry Caterpillar and Wine the Phoo. In my country also has classic illustration I had grown up called pompom tails, folk tails in Hungary, Green Rabbit. 

I had being watched Grimm Fairy Japanese  versions in my country.  

I also fascinated of the little prince. 

For Mangas or animation I have a list: 

Vampire knight 

Mermaid melody  

Sailor Moon 

Kyou Koi Wa hajimemasithu 

Kaito Kamikaze Jeana 

Kami sama Hajime Ashita 

I would love to say I read Naruto , Death Note, Bleach or my hero academy or demon slayer but does mangas was sold out quickly and online manga I don't find or I find lazy of myself to search. 

Animation I watched Cartoon network, marvel, animax, Jetix and the Fox kids. 

Bakugan  

W.I.T.C.H 

Jin Jan Jo 

Oban Battle of star 

Star wars rebelled 

Star wars clown wars 

I also inspired by Pixar and Dreamwork  

Because pixar and dream works wont necessary using music or twisting out things it was realism based on it could be funny and sad at the same time concepted of life time and tinny cultural history dragged in. 

MY favorite Pixar movies: 

Up 

walle 

InsideOut 

Toys story 

Monster university 

Finding nemo/ Finding dory 

Red panda 

Incredibles 

Your friend rat/ratatouille 

Bao/short film 

Cars 1 

This animation from Pixar is the one it had being raised me up just like the Gibling studio and motivated me to learn illustration and novel writing.  this animation made me learn how to understand  emotions- colours some communications with parents with their Childrens. Puberty maybe obvious but this is the language I prefer to communicating with my novels and illustrations. Reach the Pixar's and dreamwork more read books or wiki pedia just like Miyazaki and Ghibling studios! 

Dreamworks 

Kung fu panda 

Shrek 

Puss boots 

Mega mind 

Shark tales 

Madagascar 

Madagascar Pingues 

Rise of the guards 

Trolls 

Boss baby 

How to train your dragons 

Croods 

Flushed away 

Monster vs aliens 

The Flushed away is my first movie and cinema in my life it meant something  new perspectives talking animals why?  the triangle cone faces and the tooths I cannot stop myself to think how often they chewing something. 

Nickelodeon: 

SpongeBob square pants 

Full house 

Danny phantom 

Teen mutant turtle 

Hej Arnould 

Rugrats 

Catdog 

Powerpuff 

Adventure time 

Jimmy neutron  

Avatar 

Fairy odd parents 

I really liked how British illustrators used watercolours, dry-point prints, and typography. 

[petruchio]

If you were to rewrite hoo. If you were to fix it. What would you do? I need to know. I think if you wrote it then it would be better and knowing what it could have been might fix something in me

oooh boy ok so i know ive written several of my hoo rewrite ideas on my blog before so ill link a few as i go. but here are my usual takes:

1) make leo the main character and make it a single pov series, which would effectively subvert many of the tropes we encounter in pjo while still providing a fresh twist on the series. (more on that here)

2) not include percy or annabeth because they don’t add anything and their character arcs are complete following pjo. maybe a few fun cameos, but their presence is as secondary characters at best. they just don’t need to be there. we love them. their story is over. (tangentially related post here)

3) explore the love square of jason/piper/reyna/leo as the main romantic core of the series. piper’s memories of jason at the wilderness school are actually of leo, reyna remembers jason but he doesn’t remember her, reyna and leo bond as being the outsiders to the piper/jason relationship, and this square becomes the center of the series. we conclude with piper and leo finding their way back to each other and we get the silena/beckendorph closure and parallel of our dreams. and we get jeyna because i like it. (nobody agrees with my hoo couple choices but i like them and think this would’ve made for a good story)

4) explore the triangle of frank/leo/hazel but NOT as a romantic triangle just as a friendship triangle. leo likes hazel as a contrast to the confusion of his relationship with piper and jason and reyna, hazel likes leo because he is related to sammy and thus makes her feel comfortable in this strange new world, hazel is also close to frank because they’re good friends and he understands her. but frank and leo are in conflict, as it is leo who has the power to kill frank (fire and stick) i think at the end frank should try to sacrifice himself and make leo burn his stick, but at the last minute hazel takes his place because she’s never felt comfortable in the modern world. and it’s tragic, but balance is restored. (more on that here)

5) if we’re going with the seven half bloods prophecy i guess we can include nico in the seven because people go apeshit for him. so the seven would be: piper jason leo reyna hazel frank nico. i personally think nico’s arc was also completed after pjo but i understand the impulse to include at least one character from the original series and he seems like the obvious choice. so he can come too i guess, i like his relationships with hazel and jason, he could provide a good mentor figure for leo (since he’s our pov character in my rewrite) because he’s also felt like an outsider at chb and yet he’s now more experienced as a half blood. (he’s a few years older, so they’re all around the same age)

6) everything else would get rewritten to just be… better. like the battles are better, the relationships are more fleshed out, etc etc. so i’m thinking the first book stays largely the same, introducing jason piper and leo and exploring them as a trio. but then we progressively meet more characters as the books go on. maybe in book 2, we meet up with nico and it’s the journey to camp jupiter. at the end we meet reyna frank and hazel much like we meet thalia at the end of sea of monsters. book 3… let’s say jason is missing (an annabeth parallel from ttc?) and so we have a leo/piper/reyna quest to retrieve him which would force that dynamic. book 4 we start on the quest to the doors of death, and this is when get deep into the hazel/frank/leo story and dig into that history, and this is where the story starts building and the stakes get higher. then in book 5 we reach the final battle, like i said frank wants to sacrifice himself, hazel takes his place, and everything falls apart and then comes back together. we end by leo making a change and transforming the world of the gods in some way further, as percy did at the end of tlo by requesting the gods claim their children. i’m not sure what the lesson of hoo should be… but there should be one lol (another answer that sums up my feelings here)

well. just some food for thought. i got way too excited by this and i wrote way too much but that’s just some ideas… courtesy of me who hasn’t read hoo a single time since it first came out. so my memory is rusty at best lol. buuuuuuuut i always wish hoo was actually good. so much potential…. so much wasted….

[uhyeahmaybenoidk]

Welcome to part 1 of ‘I’ve connected the two dots’ the Gilded Age edition. Basically, I decided to make this sort of post after each episode because I want to ramble about this show but I don’t know anyone who watches it too so I share my thoughts here instead. Fair notice to everyone: I most certainly suck at making predictions, I fully aware of it, later on I’ll be laughing at my own dumbness and you all are free to laugh at me too. Considering that I’m about to make some sort of conclusions after just one episode when we know next to nothing about the plot, it’s bound to end bad. That never stopped me though so let’s go.

I’m not sure whether I like Marian Brook as protagonist so far to be honest. She’s nice but a little bit bland. I got this feeling based on that scene with Agnes and Oscar that she’s supposed to have the wow factor but… nah? I just don’t see this sort of charisma in her. 

However, I absolutely adore Larry Russell. He’s this golden retriever kind of character. I just want to hug him and hurt everyone who hurts him. I’m curious how he’ll manage to work with his father because he doesn’t have this ruthlessness in him to conduct the business in the same way. I expect some sort of existenatial crisis to happen when Larry gets more familiar with the world outside of ‘greenhouse’ he was raised in.

Love triangle is coming, right? Or maybe even love square so to speak.

Marian and Larry make almost too much sense for me. IMO they would be ideal end game. It’s not important that she is technically poor because his family is so damn rich that money are not an issue for them. If they end up together, her family would have to accept his family into society. It would be sort of win-win situation. She gets financial security, he gets status. Also, both of them seem to be too naïve for their own good. They think they know life but they don’t know shit. So I expect it to be used against them and cause all sort of drama.

I slightly dislike Tom Raikes. Please don’t @ me. I have no objective reason. It’s just a gut feeling that he will cause the drama mentioned above.

Another source of drama can and will be Bertha Russell. Maaaan, that promise to make everyone who rejects her regret it one day will cause lots of tears. And I fear that it’s the innocent ones who will be crying the most.

Speaking of innocent. Gladys Russell must be protected at all cost and I have a feeling she’ll need that.

Agnes van Rhijn is a mood. I really don’t want to make any comparisons with Downtown Abbey and bring up Dowager Countess of Grantham so I’ll just say this: Julian Fellowes sure does know how to write sassy characters. I love Agnes and how everyone seems to be terrified of her. I also appreciate that even though she’s The Bitch™, she is nice to Peggy and recognises her cleverness and talent.

Ada Brook is weird. She creeps me out. That’s it. I said it. I’m not sure whether it was intended or the acting is to blame here.

As much as I like watching glitter, glitz and petty fights, I’m really curious about Peggy Scott plotline. I think that there’s a lot of potential.

Also, Peggy’s mom saying ‘I’m your mother, I’m allowed to give you money’ is such heartwarming moment. It reminded me of my mom who gives me food so I don’t need to cook and my granny who puts money in my pocket and whispers that it’s for me to buy candies every time I visit her. Mothers being mothers no matter what era you live in.

I’m F1 fan so I couldn’t help myself giggling every time George Russell was mentioned.

Screw Bertha’s maid. Me and my homies hate her.

Was that corset comment truly necessary?!

As usual the visuals are gorgeous. I just love love looove watching period dramas and this one is an eye candy. I’m not an expert on historical costumes and I’m sure there are screw ups here and there but overall I think it does the job. It looks great to me. Although, jewellery occasionally looks kinda cheap.

Ahh that’s it. I think that I said everything that I wanted to. I’d like to chat with others so pretty please share your thoughts about the show.

Have a nice day ☺️

[faulty-writes]

I want, no NEED more of that sweet, sweet Monoma vs. Iida love triangle goodness! Headcanons, a scenario, something to satisfy this unexpected craving!!

Let's see what I can do about this. I was going to write headcanons but I guess my brain couldn't comprehend how to do that so I guess you could call this...a little classroom scenario. I'm not sure but enjoy it nonetheless.

It came as little surprise that Tenya and Neito felt something towards you, but you never imagined it turning into a battle to win your affection. But then again, while Yuuei mainly focused on hero training. There were situations where students were put in competitive positions.

Of course, these moments could also take place outside the designated training areas. "What's the matter dear class A? Oh, don't tell me you're threatened by a possible blooming friendship between myself and the lovely Y/n?" Neito stated as he proceeded to lay his hand on the small of your back and took it upon himself to cradle your hand in his free one.

A rather embarrassing position, especially knowing that your classmates were glaring at the display. But somehow Neito's taunting always seemed to strike every last one of your classmate's nerves and considering that the blond did it on purpose, their reactions were understandable. But even so, the president of class A, Tenya Iida while disliking this taunting as much as the rest of his fellow classmates was at least formal about expressing it.

Though you were almost surprised by his slightly defensive nature and how his shoulders squared when he approached Neito. "Pardon, but I do not believe you are in the correct classroom," he stated just before he tilted his head and adjusted his glasses by pushing them back to their proper position on the bridge of his nose.

You were a little impressed at how composed Tenya was even when it was obvious he wasn't the happiest at the moment. When he lifted his head back up and looked into Neito's eyes, it only seemed to bring a smirk to the blond's face. "Oh?" he replied, seemingly not taking Tenya's words seriously.

"Please release Y/n and be on your way," Tenya stated as he reached over and placed his hand on your shoulder. You could tell there was an urgency associated with his touch and through the way his fingers seemed to curl and tremble slightly. As if holding your shoulder was the only thing he could do to prevent himself from growing violent or punching Neito.

You decided to remain quiet, despite your rapid heartbeat and heated cheeks. Anyone in your position would react the same way. Essentially having three hands on you while frustrated tension filled the air. But you wondered if somehow Tenya felt threatened by Neito or the fact that Neito was taking your attention and time away.

The thick tension continued to grow into something more awkward, but that could be due to the silence that accompanied it. You didn't dare move, but you did glance between the two boys. Each one locked into some type of staring contest with the other and your fellow classmates seemed just as confused as you were as to what would happen next.

"Heh," Neito seemed to break the silence first and finally released you. However, in doing so he seemed to push you away from him a little too carelessly which caused you to stumble back. Despite relief filling you for a brief moment before you found yourself crashing into someone else.

"Ah!" you couldn't help but exclaim in surprise. However, such a feeling quickly faded when you realized it was only Tenya. Unlike Neito, Tenya seemed to carry a sweeter scent to him. Somewhat like lavender and though it was relaxing, you couldn't help but feel that same heat rush back to your cheeks.

Seemed any close contact you made with either of the boys resulted in this reaction. "Do not release them in such a manner! They could have been harmed due to your careless action!" Tenya scolded as he proceeded to chop his hand through the air. But once more, Neito seemed unphased and a soft laugh escaped him.

"Oh? Perhaps you're merely jealous that dear Y/n seemed to fall submissive to my touch," he shot back and you heard a struggled noise come from Tenya. Although it was almost amusing to see his dropped jaw and overall horrified expression.

"I...d-do not speak in such a manner! I do not hold any vulgar intentions when it comes to the matter of Y/n!" Tenya exclaimed and whether it was his intention or not. You felt his grip tighten on you, pulling you even closer. The fabric of Yuuei's signature gray blazer pressed against your cheek and that lavender aroma grew stronger.

"Oh, my apologies," Neito began as he pressed his hand against his chest. "I didn't think the members of class A could sink any lower when it comes to the matter of courageous acts," he stated. Implying nothing more than that Tenya was simply too afraid to act on his hormones which yet again seemed to throw the otherwise mature student off.

"I..." Tenya was usually never at a loss for words but it seemed somehow, Neito could actually best him. Yet again another smirk appeared on the blond's face and he took a step forward. "Hey, why don't you beat it and leave the prez alone!?" Kyoka spoke in Tenya's defense which seemed to prompt Kaminari and Eijiro to speak as well.

"Yeah, what's your problem man!?" Kaminari exclaimed before Eijiro spoke. "Seriously man, you have some issues. Leave Iida and Y/n alone!" his words came out with a slight growl which was somewhat surprising given Eijiro's carefree nature. "Now, now," Neito stated as he raised his hands up, almost acting innocent.

"Is class A really threatening a member of class B? How terrifying," his words were coated in sarcasm. You blinked, wanting to speak up but also not able to take your eyes off Neito who approached you with his hand stretched out. "Hm?" for a moment you looked surprised, but it appeared as though Neito wanted you to take the offered hand.

Tenya didn't seem so sure it was a good idea but he didn't fight when you stepped away from him. "I think dear Y/n is the only one of you I can actually stand," Neito stated when you finally laid your hand in his. He then leaned over and brought your hand up to his mouth, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your knuckles which yet again seemed to upset Tenya.

But the fact Kaminari and Eijiro held him back went unnoticed by you. Though you did catch the way Neito's eyes glanced over your shoulder and how a satisfied expression sparkled in them. Then he lowered your hand and turned to walk away. "Goodbye class A," he said, once more using a mocking sort of tone before he looked at Tenya.

"Oh, and goodbye to you too...Iida," he said with a chuckle before finally exiting the room. You stood there slightly confused before your body was pulled back causing a gasp to escape involuntarily. This was followed by a grunt as you found yourself yet again pressed up against Tenya.

The only difference was this time he was grasping the wrist of the hand that Neito kissed. "Huh?" you blinked and tilted your head to look up at him. "...Iida?" your voice was soft before you watched him look down at you.

"Y/n," he stated, "May I escort you to the restroom?" he questioned and you could feel the way he slid his thumb along the pulsing veins of your wrist. "Huh?" you replied as you titled your own head in confusion. "What do you mean?" obviously you were confused by his request.

Especially because you didn't ask for him to escort you anywhere, let alone the bathroom. "I do believe it's best you wash your hand due to Monoma's contact with it," he replied and you couldn't help but look at Tenya with a now annoyed expression. However, his own expression didn't change.

Still, maybe the reason he wanted you to wash your hand was simply that he was jealous Neito had kissed it in the first place. You took a deep breath and let it out with a sigh. "If it makes you feel better Iida...you can walk me there," you replied, though you couldn't help but fear this small rivalry of affection would interfere with your everyday school life.

[teklarn]

𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓻𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓶𝔂 𝓫𝓸𝔂𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭 - 𝓴. 𝓫𝓪𝓴𝓾𝓰𝓸𝓾 (𝓹𝓽. 2)

 character(s): katsuki bakugou x gn!reader 

a/n: ok so i just started writing on tumblr and honestly in my opinion for my first time posting smth on this the first part did really well thank u for all the likes :) (told from second pov; e.g you, your) reblogs are greatly appreciated :))

summary: bakugou x gn!reader. they have feelings for one another but have no idea how to express them, however y/n has someone pining for their attention. 

genre: a lil bit angsty 

warnings: cursing, jealousy, mutual pining, slow burn romance, aged-up to third year, love triangle (square?), physical injuries, kirishima gets a little toxic, also shirtless bakugou (awooga), a crap ton of time skips bc i can’t write action scenes for shit, bakugou is a flirt (lowkey but yeah), mentions of blood 

word count: 2112

pt 1 , pt 3

- - - 

kirishima had broken the skin on his lower lip with how hard he was biting it. he stood in the bathroom, rinsing his mouth, ignoring the slight sting the water brought. 

y/n was currently being blasted by bakugou, and they were fighting back. 

jealousy panged in his chest. 

bakugou had never let him know about how he felt about you, however kirishima was sure he felt something for them. you and bakugou were both a jumble of prideful and longing stares towards each other from across every room. the tension was thick enough to slice through. and while kirishima would never make a move in fear of ruining the friendship between him and bakugou, as well as him and y/n, gosh it didn’t stop him from wanting to. 

he’d stood on the side, cheering you on to no end. the sports festival last year, the year before that, training exercises, he was always there. kirishima was always there. 

whenever you needed him, whenever you wanted his company. so what did bakugou have over him? sure, the blond was strong and had bigger goals than kirishima, but why should that matter? 

what did bakugou have? why would you want him more when he was never near you? never made an effort to see you to be there when you asked for help. 

it was popular belief that bakugou was a noisy idiot, but he was actually quite a quiet boy. he didn’t bother to raise his hand in class, however he always knew the answer. he spoke rarely and only made conversation with those he was close with if they were the ones to make the effort to converse with him first. 

jealousy, jealousy, jealousy. kirishima despised it. 

whenever did he begin wanting to beat bakugou at something? 

the cloud of guilt welling up in his chest was going to become unbearable, and soon everything he ever wanted to say was going to come up like word vomit at the worst possible time. 

- 

you swiped at your cheek, brushing off the crumbling dirt. your timing had been off, and their flip backwards had landed you in an awkward position. a vulnerable one. 

honestly, though, it wasn’t like it really mattered. bakugou was a bit transparent himself. he wore a smug look like a golden medal, and held back his power just enough to keep you on your feet. 

his cocky attitude was irritating and it drew you in like a moth drawn to a lamp. 

sweat was beading down your temple. the day was exceptionally hot, the sun beaming down on your back like a proud child. 

you and bakugou had been at it for a while. with anyone else, you would have quit by now. it’s not that you gave up easily. no, not ever. but fights could get boring, especially if you were just smashing away at them with your quirk and they were acting like they could take it. 

perhaps you were being cocky. 

this fight, though. this was interesting. not only because it was bakugou; also because you knew so little about him. 

it was likely he never shared anything important to anyone. he was quite introverted. 

it was interesting for another reason. 

it was hot, bakugou sweats a lot. gosh, he looked delicious without a shirt on. he had a built figure accompanied by strong arms and a broad chest. 

he’d filled out quite nicely the past few years. you hadn’t noticed until now how much he’d grown. 

“don’t get distracted.” 

your eyes snapped up from his chest to his eyes. bakugou became a blur, shooting himself off the ground and flipping once in the air before propelling himself back down. 

before you could do anything, bakugou had you pinned, one leg pinning yours, both his hands wrapped around your wrists. he’d ditched his gauntlets, leaving the metal assistants in the sweltering heat, claiming he wanted to give you an equal fight. 

he panted atop you, hands tightening. 

tokage didn’t bother to leave her dorm today, thank goodness. it had just been the three of you. you, bakugou, and kirishima. 

the red head had suspiciously vanished halfway through the fight, though.

bakugou’s crimson eyes bored into yours. neither of you blinked for a moment. perhaps just a small eternity each of you silently reveled in. 

his erratic breaths slowed, and so did yours, although you stayed the same. unmoving, faces neutral but eyes giving away long-held secrets. 

your ears flushed, and butterflies came rising up uncontrollably. you should have pushed him off. instead you gave him a wicked grin, which earned a look from him and you couldn’t tell if he was confused or annoyed. 

“your big ass forehead is blocking the bright-as-hell sun. stay like this,” you mocked, wrenching your wrists from his grasp and snaking your arms around his neck. 

his cheeks burned red. “w-what?” 

“you heard me.” 

he scoffed, tugging you off his neck and standing. “shut up, shitface. we aren’t even done yet.” he readied himself in a fighting stance once more. 

“i thought you said you wanted to stop when you won?” you brushed yourself off as you stood. 

“i know what i said. you probably weren’t even giving it your all.” 

“’course i was.” you cocked your head. “why wouldn’t i?” 

“you’re strong, damn idiot.” 

you feigned surprise, pressed a hand to your fluttering chest. “the bakugou, dynamight himself, complimenting a humble soul like me? oh, i really must be good, then.” 

“not as good as me.” his face dropped from a smile. bakugou never got enough training no matter how early or late he stayed up, or how many hours on the weekends were spent kicking a bag or sparring with friends. hard workers did all of the work there was a still wondered if they were doing enough. the number one spot wasn’t empty, but it was still reserved for dynamight. 

- 

y/n had collapsed on their bed. kirishima was itching to tell them how he felt, however he was stuck at the doorway. 

they weren’t even dressed for bed, nor were they showered. 

he settled with leaving his friend alone, and shut the door softly to find bakugou standing right behind him. 

kirishima jumped back, closing his eyes in relief. “bakugou. what the heck man?” 

“you’re creepy as shit.” 

“i- what? you were the one staring at me while i-” 

“while you peeped in on y/n?” 

“i wasn’t peeping. i walked them back after the fight and they just collapsed. you were off doing something else and you worked them too hard.” 

it wasn’t a shock that bakugou was still riled up from the duel. this boy had the energy of a mad man. 

when bakugou didn’t say anything, kirishima said once again, “you overworked them.” 

bakugou swat away the comment. “only because they’re not working hard enough.” 

kirishima raised an eyebrow. “they work hard. they’re perfectly fine.” 

“fine?” 

“they’re amazing.”

“i know that, shitty hair. you think i’m blind?” 

“everyone can make improvements at their own pace.” kirishima’s voice dropped. 

“you train with me.” 

“it’s an hour before curfew.” 

bakugou jut a thumb in the direction of the door. “so? maybe you need some more practice, too,” he joked. 

“you’re an ass, bakugou,” kirishima released a breathy chuckle. 

the two wandered off to one of the training grounds. it was open, a wide court where they’d both kicked someone else’s ass. 

the sun was just setting, a new cool breeze coming to fill the spot of the violent sun rays. 

it was routine to fight each other out of nowhere. kirishima was usually quite playful, spewing jokes once in a while and taunting his friend. 

this fight was different. his face was stone-cold. kirishima often took the defensive role, as his quirk didn’t allow him to project any direct attacks to bakugou.

it wasn’t like kirishima was angry at bakugou, but as soon as they started charging towards one another, he couldn’t hold back. his chest tightened, arms hardening and joints becoming strong and stiff. 

with one clean sweep of his arm, bakugou was backing away from kirishima, propelling himself to the edge of the arena with a small blast. he’d always been up for a challenge. kirishima was willing to give him one. 

his sudden competitive demeanor seemed to be egging on bakugou’s. the blond tongued the inside of his cheek, grunting as he shot forth, hair flying wildly. 

swiftly, kirishima dodged, just barely missing a blast. his torso wasn’t hardened, so if he’d dodged any later, his stomach would have been scorched. 

bakugou always took their fights seriously. he knew better than to underestimate the boy who had put together his very own rescue mission. 

kirishima’s opponent stumbled from the momentum. he took his chance and brought a hardened elbow down on bakugou’s back, hearing a satisfying crack. 

bakugou was crushed to the ground with the hit. his face smashed into the sandy ground. he coughed, turning over and spitting dirt to the side. 

it took a moment for him to register what he did, but kirishima was at bakugou’s side within seconds. the sun was nearly gone, a pale blue sky flickering with the first sights of stars. 

it was hard to make it out at first, but not impossible. kirishima saw the blood dripping and smeared just above bakugou’s lip. he groaned, cupping his face in both hands as he sat upright. 

“argh” bakugou gasped. “shit, kirishima. what the hell?” 

“i...i’m sorry dude, i didn’t mean to.” i wanted to, but i didn’t mean to. 

bakugou raised an eyebrow and let a smile seep through his pain. “you’re improving, though.” 

“are you alright?” kirishima traced the small cut on his lip from earlier with the tip of his tongue. 

“i’m fine, i’m fine.” bakugou swatted his hand away. he struggled to get up, refusing kirishima’s help. 

“we should head back before this gets any worse.” 

bakugou kept his large hands hovering under his chin to catch the dripping and occasional chunks of blood.  

although he wanted the duel to continue (it was finally interesting) bakugou wasn’t stubborn enough to keep going. so he nodded, once again denying kirishima’s efforts to help him out. 

- 

you were in the common area, fiddling with a rubik’s cube. it was just you, as everyone else was spending the night among each other. ashido had invited you to her dorm a while ago, but you’d denied, wanting to spend a few more giddy moments to yourself. 

the door rattled, and in came your two friends, one with furrowed brows and the other with blood drenching the front of his shirt. 

bakugou’s head was tilted up in an attempt to stop the blood from flowing down. his adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed the blood trailing down the back of his throat. 

“oh my gosh,” you gasped out, racing to the bathroom. you came back with sanitary wipes in one hand and tissue in the other. “what happened?” 

“we were training,” kirishima started, taking a few tissues from the box and handing them to his friend, “and i accidentally hit him too hard.” 

“you didn’t hit me that hard. you barely did any damage!” bakugou objected. you approached him, and through his fingers, bakugou peered down at you. 

you asked him with your eyes, and he gave you silent permission to pry his arms away from his face. “are you okay?” 

“i’m just dandy,” he scoffed. 

“dude, i’m really sorry—” 

“shut the hell up kirishima. i don’t want your pity. i swear this is the only time i’ll surrender to you, you asswipe.”

you didn’t laugh, not even a chuckle. “bakugou, you need to see recovery girl.” 

“what the hell? no way. all she’s gonna do is give me one of those shitty slobbery kisses and scold me for being careless.” 

“your nose is broken,” you said gently. 

“so? can’t you fix it?” 

you raised a questioning brow. “you want me to help you?” 

“can you or can you not?” 

“i can try to set it but you’re better off going to recovery girl instead of settling with―” 

“all i need is possible. i don’t want to deal with that old lady’s shit right now.” using the tissues kirishima had stuffed into his hand, he caught the remaining blood dripping down his nose. “let’s go.” 

you were more than unsure. he would end up with a crooked nose if you made any small mistake, but he didn’t think twice as he grabbed your shoulder and led you in the direction of your dorm. 

- 

kirishima wished he hadn’t broken bakugou’s nose. not because he felt bad, though. 

[silverhart-makes-art]

Here's my take on Vedis from 'The Rise of Flynn Rider'.

This was quite a challenge - coming up with something totally unique yet still feeling like the Brotherhood. I was tinkering with stuff even after I finished the coloring. I knew going in he had to be large, muscled, and blue eyed, with the Brotherhood tattoo on his bicep, as per the description in the book. After some experimenting I decided on giving him a beard, deep-set eyes, a pear shape, and to incorporate a lot of circles. I figure using circles would set him apart from the rest of the Brotherhood, which are a lot of squares, teardrop and triangle shapes.

For Dark Kingdom Vedis, I incorporated a lot of the Dark Kingdom style - fur, belts, leather, facial hair, dark hair worn long. I made him a longbowman, as I feel like a ranged warrior would round out the group nicely. And I just find the idea of a big, hulking guy forgoing sword and axe, to riddle his enemies with arrows quite amusing. For some reason I pictured him as a few years older than the Brotherhood we meet in the series. I really wanted to give Brotherhood Vedis a slightly shady look. Like maybe there's a reason we never saw him with the rest of the Brotherhood. I mean, would you trust a man who trains captive animals for a ring of criminals? He also just blabbed to the Baron about the moonstone, the thing that he swore to defend, even at the risk of being controlled by the Mind Trap. Gotta love the idea of a shady Vedis who betrays the Brotherhood, and runs off to join a circus. Unfortunately the final pose came out stiff, but I'm blaming that on my sore shoulder.

The Vedis Eugene meets in the book I designed to be more world weary. Still a bit shady, but the book describes his voice as deep, yet soft, so I leaned into that with the pose. He's discarded every scrap of his old life: cut his hair shorter, forgone the fur and leather. He sports a brand new scar which I'm sure has a great story behind it. I kept his attire simple - perhaps trying to avoid too much attention for some reason. He's a bit more grizzled, and with more of a slouch, and a bit more kindness around his eyes. I read into him being very regretful over the Dark Kingdom, but it seems to me the wound goes a bit deeper than losing one's home. It's pure speculation, but again ties into my idea that he did not leave the Dark Kingdom on good terms, and is sorry for it.

Just the idea of Vedis - a knight fallen from grace, who winds up joining the circus with a criminal ringmaster and his gang of thugs - I would pay money for that story! That's such a good concept for a character. And pairing him up with a couple of kids like Eugene and Lance - what an absolutely fun adventure that would've been! Where is my story of a grumpy knight-turned-circus-conman taking two orphan would-be thieves under his wing as they try to discover the secrets of his shady past? Like I want to see twenty chapters of Vedis loudly complaining about these two kids, and then at the very end when the Baron tries to kill the annoying pipsqueaks, Vedis takes a stand, and finally does the right thing in his life, and reveals that he has all this knightly training and can actually give the Baron a real run for his money while Eugene and Lance set up the Biggest Con of the Century (and also manage to save Vedis, and he won’t say it, but he’s secretly very proud). I'm sorry, Vedis. You deserve your own story, bud.

@pennumbra’s Vedis design is also amazing, and I kind of wish I could have borrowed some elements from it. The sketch for Brotherhood Vedis looks especially cool.

[chocolatte-and-despair]

Kinda curious about squid game, how about Quackity being a Square (Leader) and the harem being vips or tringles with you could please, love some powerful Quackity

Yandere Harem & Non-Yandere Quackity

* Quackity has always had a lot of power in life. He wasn't sure why he chose something like this. Maybe because money was always more important to him than morals. Morals didn't pay the bills. Money did. * While being a square, what he never expected was that he would come across things that would change his life forever. Or better said, he never thought that he would come across people that would change his life that drastically. * Foolish was a triangle. It was a mystery why he even came here in the first place. Friendly, cheerful and most importantly, he always wanted to talk to Quackity. * Even if Quackity threatened to kill him if he kept talking, Foolish never stopped. It annoyed Quackity, but also, it was quite a fascinating thing to see someone with so much life be someone this selfish too. * Philza was a VIP. A man that Quackity met. It was surprising to meet someone like Philza, especially when he seemed to ignore everyone else. Quackity wasn't sure how to feel. He was both honored and frightened by the affection the man was showing. * Philza wasn't sure why he felt like this towards the man, but the way Quackity carried himself was simply fascinating. Philza didn't care about the game anymore. All he cared about was Quackity right now. * Karl jacobs was another triangle. A very aggressive person towards Quackity. Karl was someone with a lot of morality. He was here to look after his lover, Sapnap, and for some reason, he hated Quackity. * Quackity could have reported this and gotten Karl killed, but he never did. The man should be grateful to him instead of showing such an ugly expression whenever Quackity came around. * Yet whenever Karl was around, the man never looked away. Quackity felt uncomfortable often times.

[icedflames]

Hi, I read the az pov and I understand why some people are shipping az and gwyn though I don’t like it and to me their interactions are platonic. I don’t really know the author but if she suddenly set aside all the hints for elriel because people hate elain and like gwyn better it would be so embarrassing for her. And the “azriel deserves better than boring elain” is a desperate thing to say. Idk maybe if the author to write a book about azriel getting over someone, it would be mor, not elain. Like, elain clearly has feeling for him too, something she does not have for lucien.

So, I definitely think SJM won’t just shove all the hints for Elain and Azriel under the table. We have four books of major build up. If she doesn’t even address it, honestly, that’s just lazy writing. Plus, she has perfectly set up the ship, the plot points, and themes to go with it:

Mating bond rejection 

Blood Duel

Intra-court Squabble

Choice vs. Fate

Light vs. Dark

Forbidden Romance

There’s probably more that I’m missing. 

You’re absolutely right that if SJM was going to write a book about Azriel getting over somebody, it would be Mor. But she deliberately chose to have Azriel slowly get over Mor in the span of 3 books to the point where Cassian notes that Azriel no longer longingly stares at her, that he no longer has to be a buffer between the two. I feel like she just wanted to hop into a single romance, rather than dragging out non-endgame ships. 

We had a love square between Mor, Azriel, Elain, and Lucien. SJM resolved Mor and Azriel in the background. SJM is showing us Elain and Lucien’s relationship is dead in the water. A love triangle, at least not a proper one, is not happening. 

And because I haven’t already done this... I’ll go into it.

I somewhat understand why some people may ship Gwyn and Azriel, but a closer reading of the bonus chapter are callbacks to the hints SJM dropped about Gwyn’s powers in ACOSF. I’ll go in order...

The young priestess smiled--and Azriel thought it might have been directed at his curious shadows.

&

Nesta couldn’t explain the way she sensed that there was something else mixed into her. Some secret beneath the pretty face. (ACOSF, Chp. 9)

So, it’s just curious to me that they both notice something is a little off about Gwyn. Not a strong parallel but it invokes the same thought - that something’s weird.

“How was the party?" Her breath curled in front of her mouth, and one of his shadows darted out to dance with it before twirling back to him. Like it heard some silent music. (Azriel Bonus POV)

&

She angled her head, hair shining like molten metal. "Do you sing?” (Azriel Bonus POV)

&

Gwyn’s hair seemed to glow brighter with her song, skin radiating a beckoning light. Drawing any listener in. (ACOSF, Chp. 14)

&

Something beckoned in Gwyn’s song, in a way the others’ hadn’t. (ACOSF, Chp. 52)

Clearly there’s something associated with Gwyn’s singing that causes her hair to glow. Azriel’s shadows heard silent music and darted out to dance with her breath. Not Gwyn. Gwyn’s breath. 

There’s also a point in ACOSF where Gwyn is singing quietly to herself and Nesta asks Gwyn about the Trove. Gwyn is clearly caught off guard and Nesta starts to imagine a threesome with Azriel and Cassian. It’s a really weird time to think about a threesome... And then Nesta snaps out of it. It’s oddly written and I suggest people take a look at Chapter 23 again. 

Azriel entered the warmth of the stairwell, and as he descended, he could have sworn a faint, beautiful singing followed him. Could have sworn his shadows sang in answer. (Azriel Bonus POV)

&

A crackling sort of energy buzzed around her, and Nesta’s power grumbled in answer. (ACOSF, Chp. 9)

This is pretty much the quote that tipped me off to Azriel’s bonus chapter hinting at Gwyn having powers. It’s a direct parallel. Both Nesta and Azriel’s powers respond to Gwyn’s power, answered her power. 

Instead, he found himself at the library beneath the House of Wind, standing before Clotho as the clock chimed seven in the evening. (Azriel Bonus POV)

&

A bell rang seven times somewhere nearby, echoing through the stones, through Nesta’s feet. Each peal was a summons, a call to focus. Everyone rose at the seventh peal. Nesta gazed at the sea of pale robes and blue stones as the entire room seemed to suck in a breath.

As that seventh bell finished pealing, music erupted. (ACOSF, Chp. 52)

The priestesses have evening services where they sing. Nesta notes that they start when the clock chimes seven. Azriel shows up to the library when the clock chimes seven. Isn’t it coincidental that Azriel shows up during the priestess evening services...when Gwyn is singing? 

Gwyn (either unintentionally or intentionally) had been utilizing her powers and that is likely the reason we have that odd part where Azriel found himself at the library, despite having the full intention to return the necklace, and why we see a lot of references to powers (glowing, singing, etc.). 

I don’t think this proves that Gwyn is suspicious or that she’s evil. Not at all. I think this just points out that she has some powers and her purpose was to highlight that. And before anybody comes at me, normal people don’t glow when they sing. 

[slytherweasley]

Hey I see you opened ur requests! Couple I request a Pansy fluff where she’s been hiding her feelings for forever until she’s forced to reveal them when draco starts flirting with y/n (in this case y/n is bi?) nothing too specific because I love ur writing so just do whatever feels right! If you end up writing this thank you!

Blind love (Pansy Parkinson x reader)

Warnings: none

Having a crush on Pansy Parkinson is hard enough but also being roommates and best friends with one of Hogwarts most desired Slytherin girls is worse. Anywhere she goes there are constant stares, you understand, she is beautiful. You can’t help but feel selfish, wanting her all to yourself.

You and Pansy have been best friends since first year, when you came out to her she did too, you’d had such a strong bond since then. But your crush had become painful, you needed to move on but you don’t know who to move on with.

You lay awake in bed staring into the darkness. “You awake Pansy?” “Yeah” she says sleepily “I need advice” “On what?” “I have had a crush on this person for a while and I need to move on, I don’t know how to or who to move on with.” Pansy slightly smiles to herself “Why search? They will come to you and when they do that’s how you know. Maybe a close friend” she suggests subtly. “Thanks” you mumble falling asleep “Anytime” she closes her eyes falling asleep.

You took Pansy’s advice and waited, there is a party happening this weekend so maybe something will happen there. You stood with Pansy at the party for most of the night until Draco decided to join you.

“Hey Y/n, you want a drink?” Draco asks approaching the two of you “Yes please” “Pansy, I think Blaise wants you” Pansy walks away leaving the two of you to get a drink. Draco is also a close friend, you became friends through Pansy.

“You look stunning tonight, all the guys are staring at you” “If that was true why isn’t anyone coming up to me” “I think they’re intimidated by your beauty.” As you and Draco were deep in conversation you realise Draco is the one to move on with. He’s clearly into you, flirting a lot maybe that’s what Pansy was talking about.

“Y/n, can I kiss you?” Draco tucks a piece of hair behind your ear and you nod. Your lips connect but you don’t feel anything, it wasn’t bad but it didn’t feel special.

Pansy was consumed with rage, she wanted that to be her not Draco.

You pull away looking around at the people staring at the two of you. “Do you want to go to my dorm?” He asks “Oh no thanks” “Are you sure? I’ll take care of you” “I think I’m just going to hang out here for a while.” “Come on, we don’t have to do anything” Draco had never been that pushy before, it was odd.

“She doesn’t want you, Malfoy” Pansy says, relief washes over you as Pansy stands up to him. “Fine, I’ll see you around Y/n” you nod slightly as he walks away.

“How much have you had to drink?” “Not much” “Then what made you want to kiss him?” “What you said the other night” “I didn’t mean Malfoy” “I understand that now. I’m just desperate to move on, it’s hurting me.” Pansy needed to make a move quickly, either Draco will take you or the person you have a crush on will.

You stayed by Pansy’s side with Blaise the whole night. When the party died down the two of you go to your dorm, you get ready for bed and close your eyes trying to fall asleep.

“Pansy, can I get in your bed?” You whisper “Come here” she whispers back. You get out of your bed walking to the one beside yours, she makes room for you and you get in. The way her arms wrap around you make you feel safe. You’re supposed to be getting over her but all you can do is gravitate towards her.

“You okay?” She whispers “Yeah just too many thoughts going through my head” she moves your hair off your neck and presses a small kiss between your jaw and neck. “Want to tell me about it?” “I don’t want to bore you with my stupid internal drama” “I want to hear about it, you’re my best friend. It’s my job.”

You take a deep breath in “Well I’ve had a crush for a year and I have fallen so hard and she doesn’t even want me so I have to move on. Problem is there’s no one I want beside her.” “A girl?” Pansy asks “Yeah” “Tell me, who is it?” “I can’t tell you” “Why not?” “Because I can’t” “Okay. Well is this girl at least into girls?” “Yes” “Well that’s your start.” Pansy tries to mentally go through the girls at Hogwarts who like girls too, surprisingly there was a lot more than she had initially thought.

“What’s so special about her?” “Everything” “Not one flaw?” “I can’t think of any” “Must be special” You fall asleep in her arms.

After a week of Draco trying to flirt with you and you being stuck on your crush, Pansy made a plan to tell you. She thought maybe you would change your mind if you knew how she felt about you.

“Hey can you meet me in our dorm after class today?” Pansy asks between classes in the hallway “Sure, I’ve got to stop by the library on my way there but I’ll be quick.”

You were so oblivious to what was happening, if you knew what she was going to ask you wouldn’t have stopped to go to the library. You walk into your dorm, Pansy has been anxiously waiting.

“Hey Pans” you say putting your school bag on your bed and sitting on the edge. “We need to talk” you look up from undoing your shoes “Oh, is it serious?” You ask “Yes” “Okay.”

You sit beside her and hold her hand ready to listen “So I know you’re going through a love triangle dilemma with your crush and Draco flirting with you, I know the last thing you want is another person to make it a square but I can’t risk not telling you before it’s too late.”

She takes a deep breath in and pauses “I’m in love with you, when I got to know you, it was the start of my crush.” You smile and press your lips to hers, you feel her kiss you back, her hands cup your cheeks. This kiss was what you needed, it felt passionate and special, it made your heart race.

You pull away “You don’t know how uncomplicated you just made things” “Really?” “Pans, you’re the girl I have a crush on” “Me?” “Yes” you chuckle “Thats such a relief because I don’t think I could leave you after that kiss.”

Pansy pulls you in for another kiss, today was the best day you’d ever experienced. Draco was a bit annoyed at learning you were together but everyone else seemed to be happy, not that you’d care, you were the happiest you’d been with Pansy.