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[bambiens]

LIKE A TATTOO .☘︎ ݁˖ – 00 PROLOGUE

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SYNOPSIS ⟢ after suffering a gruelling break-up, y/n vowed to start doing all the things her ex-boyfriend had never let her do before; partying, having fun, and making reckless decisions. during a usual night out, y/n spontaneously decides to try to get inked – which ultimately led her to meet lee heeseung, an independent tattoo artist. meeting heeseung was an embarrassing memory that y/n would like to forget (which she had forgotten by the next morning anyways considering she was completely hammered), however, after encountering each other again by chance – or luck if you call it that – heeseung decides he’s found the perfect canvas for his art; his next muse.

A WEEK AGO...

[word count: ~900, 3 screenshots] ignore timestamps!

it was safe to say that everyone had one, two, many drinks. after leaving the club, you had all been roaming the streets of nyc with no set destination – your glossy eyes made it hard to see all the fluorescent lights around you, and it wasn't helping that the intoxication was still settling in. all that filled the air was laughter of you and your friends – and the occasional whiff of underground sewage.

abruptly stopping her tracks, giselle suddenly gasped aloud, startling everyone – it wasn't until then that you, yunjin, and beomgyu noticed you were all parked in front of a tattoo shop.

giselle turns to face everyone, already grinning from ear-to-ear, "does anyone want to get a tattoo right now?"

"can we do that another time, i think i might throw up if we don't call a cab right now," beomgyu replied, waving his arms around flamboyantly in defiance.

deciding to ignore beomgyu, giselle rolls her eyes turning to look at you and yunjin, where the silence became almost deafening.

honestly, you wouldn't say you were opposed to the idea of spontaneously getting a tattoo at this moment, but what really turned you off was the idea of getting it alone. you thought to yourself that it wouldn't be much fun if it was only you experiencing getting a drunken tattoo – but then, you suddenly started to begin thinking otherwise.

your two feet began dragging themselves towards the entrance to the tattoo shop where you loudly blurted, "whatever, momma didn't raise no fuckin' pussy."

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upon entering the shop, the four of you guys tried to lock-in (in other words, seem sober). however, this strategy didn't help at all considering heeseung could already smell the liquor coming from you guys as soon as you all stepped in. plus, you're all still wearing club attire – it doesn't take much to put two and two together.

you clear your throat as heeseung walks towards the reception desk, "how's your night been?" he asks you with a grin on his face.

"good, good... you know same old, same old," you can hear giselle, yunjin, and beomgyu all giggling in the back.

"actually..." you begin batting your eyes at him, "i was wondering if you'd be a kind fella and be able to, um, give me a tattoo... right now?" at this point, you become aware of how off-putting you probably seem to this man.

while speaking, you were unaware that heeseung had been smirking at you the entire time.

"you know, i'd love to, but," his eyes dart to the clock then back to you, "one, we're about to close, two, you are very visibly drunk and therefore cannot give proper consent, and three, it's by appointment only."

looking back at it now, you don't really know why you kept going at it.

you pouted your lips, intertwining your hands together begging, "c'mon, please, no one has to know. it'll be our little secret."

to be honest, you put on quite a convincing act that it almost tempted him. but instead, heeseung squints his eyes at your words, biting his lip back from laughing.

before heeseung responds, he softens his voice – almost as if he's gentle parenting you, "listen, you're really drunk right now and i wouldn't be a very good artist if i tattooed you under the influence, wouldn't i?"

all you do is simply nod at his words.

"but..." he drags out, "how about this, if you somehow remember this encounter when you're all sobered up, i'll give you whatever tattoo you want, no appointment needed, free of charge, just walk in whenever."

somewhere in the middle of his tiny spiel you start smiling.

he starts to speak again, "just ask whoever's at this desk for 'heeseung.'"

you couldn't tell if this was his way of flirting with you, but you begin to play along, "and what if you're not here?"

"i'm here everyday baby, it's my shop," he replied playfully.

you smile at his words, already slowly walking back towards the door, "we'll see, goodnight heedong," heeseung doesn't bother to correct you since you're already hammered, he just lets out a small snicker.

when you turn on your heels to exit, you find that all your friends had left you. you pause for a second, confused as to where they went and how they left unnoticed by you. were you really that enamoured by some random tattoo guy that you couldn't even tell what was happening around you?

while stuck in thought, heeseung lets you know, "they're just outside. i think one of them is throwing up."

you slightly turn your body to look back at him where you give him a tight-lipped, "thanks," before finally making your way out the door.

heeseung watches you leave with a grin on his face, looking at your back profile up and down just before your tattoo catches his eye.

in bold, the words, "lucky you" are etched onto your lower back.

"huh, lucky..." he mutters, looking down at his own knuckles on the counter that read "luck" and "fate."

if you were to ask heeseung now why he did what he did that night, he probably couldn't even tell you why himself – and in all honesty, he was never expecting to see you ever again, he just wanted to entertain himself that night.

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author's note: heeseung watching yn leave his store (REAL)!!!! also chapter one out NEOW❤️‍🔥

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[hikarimiyanaga]

The Surprise

Sequel.

Uh. I forgot to say this was a Normal!AU in which they're all just kpop bands but with F!reader amongst them.

They're all humans.

Rumi and Jinu are just rivals.

And Mira and Zoey are going out.

You were at your house and scrolling through different job offers.

It's been a month since you quit.

When you quit being Huntr/X's assistant, you had enough savings to last you a decade of not working. If you didn't splurge or buy games.

But you did do those two things for like a whole week.

So that decade was halved and now here you are.

You sigh for the fifth time as you consider a manager gig.

"Fuck no. I don't want to see Rumi anymore." You say out loud but you know that it's an impossible thing to do. After all, she was a superstar. One for out of your house and you will somehow hear their newest single or one of their classics.

And it doesn't help that the trio somehow finds a new number everyday to call you.

You look through your house and sigh.

"Time to be productive." You clean your house that day while you wait for more job offers.

-

Rumi looks at everyone around the table and sigh.

"Still won't talk?" Zoey and Mira shake their heads.

"When she hears it's you, me or Mira, she immediately hangs up." Zoey says and Mira nods in agreement.

"Bobby?"

"She blocked me too! I was going to offer her a managerial job too."

"She probably doesn't want to. She probably wants to avoid Rumi as much as possible." Jinu says and Rumi scoffs at him.

"Shut up."

"I was just stating facts. If it was me trying to move on from someone who can't even tell the public that they love me? I would want to avoid them as much as possible." Everyone nods in agreement.

"You're not helping." Jinu holds his hands up.

"Just saying." Zoey gets a bright idea.

"Have YOU tried calling her?" Everyone looks at him.

"Hmm. I should give it a try."

-

You hear your phone ring and pick it up, hoping for another interview or job offer to come through.

"Hi. You've reached Y/N Y/LN. How can I-"

"You sound polite." The voice makes you freeze. It was familiar and not familiar.

"M-may I ask who this might be?" You sit on your couch.

"Jinu. I'm the leader of the Saja boys."

Ah. Rumi's new boyfriend. The one she told that you were just her assistant.

"Ah. Can I help you?" You can hear his chuckle.

"What a sudden change. You must hate me, right?"

"I don't hate you, Mr. Jinu. If this all you called for then-"

"It's not. Make sure to watch the Huntr/x's portion of interview later tonight. You'll find a surprise waiting for you."

"What?"

"I informed you. Oh. And one more thing. I absolutely have no interest in Rumi. She and I are purely work rivals."

"I-" He hangs up and you look at your phone.

"What the fuck?"

-

You were playing games on your console when you look at the clock.

The exact time those late night shows usually start.

"Fuck off. Stop thinking about her. Stop." You say to yourself but groan as you know your curiosity had already won.

"GOD! FUCK YOU, JINU!" You shout to your ceiling and save your game. You browse through the channels then stop as the screen shows Huntr/x appearing and sitting on the couch.

"Welcome back, everyone!" The host greets them warmly and the trio greets everyone.

"So. Your new single has been absolutely fire. Takedown has reached new records this week."

"It has truly been a blessing. Writing Takedown took so much out of us. We spent late nights buried in notebooks, lyrics and with our instruments." Zoey muses.

"I remember you always dragging Y/N to go on late night snack shopping."

"Right! Y/N! Most of your fans have noticed that your lovable assistant has been missing."

"What? The fuck????? ME???????" You question your life.

You????? PEOPLE NOTICE YOU?? HOW???

"Well, yeah. Y/N quit." Rumi says bluntly and everyone, the hose and audience gasp at the information.

"She did? Damn. That woman has always been a force of nature. Back when you guys first started, she always made sure you guys had more than enough screentime. I think if she could, she would the editor like a hawk." Everyone laughs at that, including the trio.

"Y/N has always been protective of us." Zoey says fondly.

"I'm telling you guys, she's really the true delinquent." Everyone chuckles at Mira's joke.

"She quit because of me. I was being insensitive. I was being secretive."

"Secretive? Of what?"

"My relationship with her." Everyone gasps and you freeze at her words. "Y/N and I are girlfriends. I never revealed it to the world because didn't want her to get hurt. For our fans to come after her." Rumi chuckles. "But to my surprise when she was just gone for a week, everyone looked for her." Rumi looks at the camera. "Thank you for caring about the girl that I love." Her words make your heart beat faster.

"So, is this you coming out? Are you saying that-"

"I'm bisexual. All three of us are." Mira and Zoey nod in agreement.

"And another announcement! Me and Mira have been dating for the past couple years!"

"That one was obvious, Zoey!"

"Yeah! Everyone knows!" Zoey shows a surprised at Mira who chuckles.

"Wait. They do?"

"Zoey, #MiraZoey always trend. Baby, you should really look at trend topics more." The endearment makes their fans squeal.

"I hope Y/N is watching this." Rumi looks at the camera then bows slightly. "I'm really sorry for making you wait. For saying you were only my assistant. But you're not. You're my partner in crime. My ride or die. You and your protective nature always shielded me and the girls. I have always loved you for that."

You turn off the TV quickly and you stare at the ceiling.

Why now?

Why do this when you left already?

"We both know why." The voice in your head says and you sob.

Because you were never enough.

Because you were just average.

Huntr/x and Saja Boys are gods. Idols.

What were you compared to them?

You cry to sleep that night.

-

You wake up to a loud knock on your door. You look around and see that it was just 6 am.

"Who the fuck knocks this early?"

"Y/N!" You scramble at the familiar voice. Why is your sister here at your house in the city??

You open the door and see Yuna.

"Finally. Pack your bags."

"What?"

"I'm dragging you back home. Pack for a week."

A/N:

Second part!

Third part is probably the last.

Probably.

Don't quote me.

Thanks for reading!

Donate if you can, because I'm still broke and PH economy is fucking annoying.

Ko-Fi is on my masterlist.

[womanofwords]

Darling Demon (Part 20)

Yandere!batfam x betrothed!neglected!male!reader x yandere!demon!spouse

TW: animal cruelty (from the animal).

You decided to take a break from Azrir and check in on your family. You'd been 'sleeping over' at 'Ally's' place for a while now, and it was about time you made your way to Wayne Manor. Mostly for Alfred.

"Y/N, if you come to any harm when you visit your family, I will never allow you to go back," Azrir said. You agreed.

"So, Y/N, when will Ally finally meet us?" Bruce asked. "I hope we haven't scared her away from you."

"You haven't," you assured.

"I'm more worried about scaring Y/N away from us," Dick said, messing up your hair. There was Dick's smothering affection on display.

"Grayson, unhand my brother," Damian ordered. "If your filthy fingers are not pried off of his body in five seconds, I will be forced to beurble hugh burbpfffffft." His thumb jammed itself into his mouth before he could finish his threat.

"Are you OK, Damian?" you asked, trying not to laugh. "Why are you sucking your thumb?"

"Because he's just a little boy, Y/N," Jason said. "And little boys have thumb-sucking habits."

"He looks like Prince John from Disney's Robin Hood," Stephanie snarked.

"He's missing a crown," Duke mused. "There you go." Duke's light powers illuminated a crown for Damian, and his siblings laughed it up even harder.

"Damian, does this happen every time you try to talk?" Alfred asked.

"Almost always," Damian grumbled. The thumb had decided to give him a break. "I can't get a word in edgeways to my idiot siblings."

"Have you tried not threatening them?" you asked.

"It's the only way they'll understand!" Damian insisted.

"Well, that won't go well for you," you said. "Please, Damian, try to be nice to people for once. Start with your siblings."

"OK," Damian said. He'd just had an incredible idea. If all he had to do was be nice to his siblings, then he should start with you.

Damian wrote like a maniac as he completed an apology letter for you. You were going to love this so, so much. This was going to go much better than the Brothers Grimm stories he'd tried to show you.

Alfred The Cat whined with the humiliation of it all as Damian draped him in frilly bows. "Stop whining," Damian scolded. "We have to show Y/N that we can be nice. I'm going to read him this apology note for everything I put him through and all you have to do is be cute. I would use Titus for this, since he's better trained, but he gives Y/N nightmares."

Damian took his apology note and Alfred The Cat and journeyed to your room. "Y/N, are you there?" he called. As he waited and rehearsed, Alfred The Cat fussed in his arms. You had better show up soon.

"Damian, where did you get the cat from?" you asked.

"This is Alfred The Cat, not to be confused with Alfred. We're both trying to be your friend," Damian said. Alfred The Cat meowed pitifully, limbs waving like a child that wanted to be carried by a specific person.

"Aww, he does look cute," you said, picking up the cat as if it was a baby.

That was the straw that broke the kitty's back.

Alfred was a tornado of claws and screeches, not sure whether to abandon everything and leave or to destroy the earth itself, starting with you. "Alfred The Cat, stop it right now!" Damian screamed. "You're hurting Y/N!"

Azrir plunged into the scene, grabbing you. "You. I should have eaten you when I first arrived," they growled, advancing on Damian.

"Baba!" Damian screamed. Bruce rushed over, finding Azrir looming over his two boys. He had a mace; where he'd gotten it from, you were never going to ask him.

"You will not harm my son," Bruce hissed. "I don't know why you won't leave him alone, but you can't be in his life. Y/N is dating a girl named Ally now."

"Leave Y/N alone!" Dick shrieked, completely unannounced and completely ridiculous.

Azrir pretended to be surprised. "Girl? What girl? Oh, you must mean me." Azrir shifted into the female form they took on when they first came to Wayne Manor. "Hi, is Y/N home?"

"You monster!" Dick screamed. He rushed towards them, escrima sticks bared and ready to fight. Azrir was in his ear in a blink of an eye.

"Grayson, if you fight me, I will take you to hell, lock you in a room, and force you to watch your little brother being corrupted by me for all eternity," Azrir hissed. It was low enough for only him to hear, but he backed off all the same.

"What do you want?" Bruce asked. Your siblings were gathering behind him, looking like little kids eavesdropping on a conversation they weren't supposed to be hearing.

"I allowed Y/N to see you on the condition that if he was hurt in any way, he would never come back." Azrir surveyed you, throwing Alfred The Cat at Damian. "He has been hurt under your watch."

"I'm sorry," Damian said. "I just wanted to show him my kitty." Alfred The Cat meowed, as if it was an apology.

"I stand by my choice. Y/N will never come back to the manor. Instead, he will live in the love nest I made for him, journeying to the human world when he wants to with me as his protector." Azrir looked closely at your face, clawed, but nothing permanent. "Y/N, nothing these filthy relatives have to offer will ever hurt you again."

"Azrir, can I at least see Alfred?" you asked. "He was so kind to me."

"Of course you can, Y/N," Azrir said. "Come along. I'll make sure those scratches don't scar."

You were whisked away by a very concerned demon, who spent a lot of time gently tending to your face. "It honestly just stings."

"You shouldn't be in any kind of pain," Azrir shushed. "Come here, my fragile little trophy. Let yourself be cared for."

You relaxed into the care session, letting the tenseness of your muscles loosen and leave you. You were going to be cared for in every possible way. Azrir would take care of you in every way possible.

You were really going to like living in hell if hell meant a big, mean demon took care of your every need and threatened to kill anything that moved wrong near you.

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[crownmemes]

Questioning Sentences, Vol. 46

(Questioning sentences from various sources to ask all kinds of muses. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"Do I look like I have company?"

"Are you sure you're not making a deal with the devil that your ass can't cash?"

"Sorry, since when did you start keeping a gun in the office?"

"Why are you still here when the both of us know that this is bad for you?"

"Can you provide any assurance that you'll follow through on this extravagant promise?"

"You just help yourself to people's ice cream, do you?"

"Can I borrow your imagination?"

"Do you ever hunt?"

"Are you just going to stare at me like I'm some kind of space alien?"

"Can you kill them all with one pistol?"

"Who is he to you that makes you want to risk everything for him?"

"You're a weird fucking guy, you know that?"

"Do you honestly think I care about you fucking someone else?"

"Are we entirely sure that this is my doing?"

"I know I was right. I'm always right. What was I right about?"

"How am I supposed to respect you if you don't respect me?"

"You've fantasised about killing me? Tell me, how would you do it?"

"Why can't you just ever be happy?"

"This doesn't seem to be bothering you. Why is that?"

"When did you get so wise?"

"What have I ever done to make you treat me so disrespectfully?"

"You made me chicken soup?"

"What are you smiling at?"

"What does all this have to do with me?"

"Did you think I was going to ask you out?"

"Is this really happening?"

"I thought you weren't going to become a man like your father?"

"I know it's not my place to ask, but what is going on?"

"You don't really believe that was a ghost, do you?"

"Who are you to tell me what to do?"

"Can you talk me through your thinking here?"

"You just can't stop trying to give me advice, can you?"

"So, your pain is greater than mine?"

"What are you doing? Who are you protecting with all these lies?"

"Did you kill him with your hands?"

"What did you think you would achieve with this?"

"If you open this door, you won't control what comes through. Are you ready for that?"

"Haven't you ever done something stupid for love?"

"You were shot! Why didn't you tell me you were shot?"

"Isn't not telling me the whole story the same damn thing as lying?"

"Do we kill our own?"

"Do you have any idea how crazy you are?"

"Do you want to know what I am?"

"Remember how we talked about picking your battles?"

"Am I supposed to be impressed?"

"We're all alone in the end, don't you think?"

[stephhhrps]

Since we're here with it. I just want to touch on the hashtags. The two of you have gathered everything else. For real life roleplays in particular, PLEASE stop making your women so male centered. I get it folks want romance, but the way y'all ask for friends and then don't even do text or threads with them. My muses are tired of it.

In real life, 90% of women are at home in the bed watching TV not in these men's faces so heavy or forgetting about friendships or their careers. Like got damn your muse can be an individual too and have a life outside of them. Quiet as it's kept, that's why the relationships don't last or you and your writing partner get bored with the plot quick. Then your muses come crawling back to the friends. Bitch my character made new friends.

I SHOULDN'T HAVE TO PLAY A MALE TO GET ACTIVITY. FRIENDS EXIST AND SO DO ACQUAINTANCES AND BUSINESS PARTNERS.

Urban rp community so played out. It really be grinding my gears how people move. I’m bout ready to keep a tight ship with my day 1s and lock everyone else out.

Can I talk my shit? Bc I been silent for too long.

[expectiations]

Thinking of how "left me like a book on a shelf" is from River's POV and therefore does not mean it is the entirety of the story much like how "the Doctor does not and has never loved me" was uttered from a River who was grieving.

Like the Doctor could have spent a long time putting the TARDIS in stationary orbit around the Library. The Doctor could have puttered about with the Library from years before it was shut down to ensure that everything would go smoothly while doing his best not to change a single thing. And on days when it is too hard, he just stares at the Library from his perch on the TARDIS door. Waiting, hoping, thinking. Trying to find a way out for her. For them.

And he does!

He finds a hundred ways to get her out of the data core. But...something always goes wrong. It's somehow never good enough. She's back, but she's not entirely there.

So he scratches it out, slaps himself, and tries again.

And again.

And again.

But his plans always fail.

But they don't. Not really. His plans could work. Could have worked. His beloved Sexy would help him. She'd always help him when it comes to her Water. But he was too scared. Too frightened of failure. Because one single mistake. One. Single. Mistake. And she's gone. He can never get her back. Forever.

So he runs. And runs. And runs. Until centuries has gone by and companion come and gone. Until he met a younger, more alive version of her. And then they had Darillium. And oh the joys of wonderful joys, what a night that was.

But things end. Even for him. They had to part ways again. Had to say goodbye. So he tries again. Picks up what his previous self had shelved. He tries. Oh how he tries.

But still. That fear exists. Is it worth it? Can he finally accomplish what he'd started a literal lifetime ago?

(He doesn't.)

Off on another lifetime with a new body. He's a...she now? Oh and shorter! Wow. That's new! I wonder what Ri–

On the rare moments she allows herself to succumb to sleep she goes to their his her study. She takes a moment to take everything in. It's unrecognizable now – the study that once was theirs filled with warmth and laughter and-

Every single space was taken. Covered by plans of plans of plans spanning...two...lifetimes now. Sexy still kept it just as it was the last time he she had been in there.

Their His Her favorite throw was still where it was – on their his her favorite corner of their his her favorite couch.

Nothing had changed but everything had changed.

She curled up and buried her face hoping it would still smell of her (It did. They never knew how it worked but somehow her smell still lingered anyway. They thought they were hallucinating at first but other people had been able to smell it too. Sometimes they forget but Sexy also lost her too).

She was a he again. The same face they had four lifetimes ago. The same face who was the first to keep the memory of their meeting.

But wh- what? Why? How? Is this it? Is this the body that finally brings her back home? A fitting act really. He put her in there and so he'll also put her out of there.

But... she wasn't there. Nothing was there. Nothing but chunks of debris and ashes and smelted...somethings.

When he blinked his eyes open (when had he closed them?), Donna's worried face greeted him. He blinked again and blinked. Nothing changed. Everything has changed. He had waited for far too long. He had made her wait for far. too. long. He feared of failing her but now he actually has failed her.

Everything was bland now. Was it just him or is everything a bit...on the side of grey? Donna looks at him like he might break. (He won't. He's a Time Lord. Time Lords don't break.) Even Sylvia had taken to treating him a bit more kindly.

He goes off alone with Sexy. His return to the Noble-Temple (Temple-Noble) household becomes fewer and further in between. One day he finds himself in Venice. Wonderful Venice. His Pond and her Roman (who wasn't yet a Roman) had gone here. There were vampires. And running and –

River?

No silly. River wasn't there.

He blinked. And blinked again. Made sure the sky was blue and the clouds still fluffy white. But was that his leather jacket that just whizzed by past him? Wait. Hold on. That was... Was that? Oh no. It wasn't. It couldn't be. Did they? No. They couldn't have.

But of course, apparently they did. Because that was actually his leather jacket wearing self that just passed by him again(?) tugging along his very-much-not-dead wife along running from... Hold on. Why are they running? What- Who's shooting at her?!

[galactic-rhea]

y'know yknow i'm like,,,i have been clear about my opinions on the sequels, but some people are just so disgustingly mean about it, like chiillll, geez- Disney is not even listening, you're only hurting the people that liked them and you aren't winning anything by doing so besides being blocked, I 'uppose lmao

I'm so grateful I wasn't here when those movies came out, I shudder at thinking about it lol

[foggyinphx]

Now that I've spent a little time licking my wounds in a corner, I'm gonna present two groups.

SPOILERS FOR SEASON 2!

Group A

-Multiple officers at Josie's bar

-White Tiger

-Luca

-Adam

-Dex's prison guard and doctor

-Many AVTF officers who faced Frank

-Commissioner Gallo

Group B

-Foggy Nelson

-Benjamin Poindexter

-Angela Del Toro

-Muse

-Cole North

Group A is everyone who died due to extreme injury to the head. Most by bullet, two by scissors, and one by rage squeezing.

Group B are people who seemingly suffered deadly injuries. One self-revived in front of our eyes, one was saved by medical intervention, and the other 3 are all appearing in season 2 (somehow someway). All of their heads are fully intact. Yet, only one of these is being presented by some fans as irreversible and incontravertible. Considering he's in group B... clearly they wanted to keep the option open.

[riddlesnap]

Arkham City was a terrible experience for everyone involved. Walled off from the rest of Gotham, it was basically a lawless warzone but Eddie not only did surprisingly well for himself despite his lack of intimidating stature, he amassed quite the number of followers consisting of both Blackgate and Arkham inmates who were actually pretty loyal to him for the most part. The reason for this? Edward's network around the city enabled him to find the most 'drops' from Gotham - supplies airlifted into Arkham City and parachuted down onto the ground. With such an extensive network at his hand, supplies of food, clean water and medicine were quickly located and squirrelled away before other gangs could get to them, leaving Edward with quite the bargaining card when other groups were more interested in killing each other over territory and settling old scores.

[twilight-deviant]

I've seen some people impatient for Fisk in his white suit again. (Probably? gonna happen in the next episode?) But I would like to point out a subtle wardrobe middle-ground to his "past self" of the original series.

Since Born Again started, Fisk has been wearing two-piece suits. (Something very apparent to me as I always admired his three-piece ensembles from Daredevil.) But then I noticed he had on vests again. This transition to his prior self even occurs midway through 1x06, specifically the scenes where he goes hard on Muse/vigilantes and then kills Adam.

Episodes 1 - 6.5 versus 6.5 - 7

The changeover happened literally from one back-to-back scene (bottom-left to top-right) to the next. (With him learning of Muse's most recent victims in between.) What's interesting is they're still dark three-piece suits like his S1 self, when he was convinced he was doing necessary evil for the greater good.

It's subtle, but it's a nice touch.

[iniziare]

Aventurine is joining the line-up. And I fully blame Lottie for multiple reasons, not just for reminding me that he plays perfectly into my old type of male muses (listen, I used to write them constantly, trust me), and is a little reminiscent of someone dear to me and someone I used to write (and miss writing). Vastly different character of course, but when you can tell some inspiration, I'm rather tickled. I'm also aching for specific dynamics, to be honest.

[deiscension]

Calamity Verse: kill my fortune.

(or: the one where the fate swap goes horribly wrong and Wind Master Qingxuan never comes to be)

Some centuries ago, a Middle Court official whiled the day away with laughter and wine. This Middle Court official spent most of their days in such a manner. Unlike their peers, they had no need to toil tirelessly in the gilded shadows of their respective Upper Court officials; they were the infamous Water Tyrant's beloved younger sibling, and they were afforded all the splendor of ascension without having to so much as lift their pinky finger. They did not pine for their own palace in the Upper Court. There was no burning desire to achieve godhood, nor to perform feats that would have storytellers and scholars alike immortalizing their name in legend. They were all too happy to remain the bellwether of the Middle Courts.

Perhaps it was this contentment with mediocrity that made the heavens spit them out like a bit of unpalatable gristle. How dare this lowly mortal originally destined for an end poorly met squander such a coveted opportunity!

As the Middle Court official lounged and drank, they heard disquiet break out among the people beneath them. Some bully or another had come along to cause trouble. With a wry smirk, they tipped their overflowing cup. Wine spilled atop the troublemaker's head and the heavens split open. A flash of light, and the agreeable early summer breeze began to wail. Their gaze lifted towards that rend in the sky, and they screamed in such a way nobody could tell the difference between the howling winds and their petrified cries.

Their wretched fate had found them at long last, and it came for them with teeth glistening in the lather of a starved beast. Never before had they run so fast in their entire life. But when had running ever worked? That terrible beast, The Reverend of Empty Words, was an opportunistic predator. Once they were out of breath and on the verge of collapse, it struck.

Some say it sucked the breath right out of their lungs right then and there. Others say it chased them day and night, always a few steps behind them, feeding off their unabating terror until they could physically no longer move. Nobody really knows how it happened. But they died crying for help, for mercy. A cry the heavens did not listen to. This is known for certain.

For most, that is where the story ends. Let this serve as a cautionary tale never to squander your fortune, no matter how great or small it may be.

For the Ghost King known as Ever-Dancing Turquoise Tempest, this is where the story begins.

In those final moments as a Middle Court official, they saw everything that should have been theirs. As they were torn to shreds by the Reverend, they vowed to never rest in peace until they captured fate and pried every good thing it had stolen from them and countless other unfortunate souls from its greedy jaws.

Or (tl;dr):

The fate swap doesn't work as intended and rebounds onto Qingxuan instead, leading the Reverend right back to them. In their final moments, the botched spell showed them glimpses of the fate they could have had as the Wind Master.

Not knowing the fate they saw play out was to be a stolen one, they cling to the desperate, ill-informed hope that there is still a chance they could have everything promised to them. That hope was what tied them to the world as a ghost flame. But as time passed and their naive perception of the world was challenged time and time again, their hope festered into hunger and hysteria. Their conviction was no longer a simplistic drive to rediscover the fate they believed rightfully theirs. They wanted to know what made fate so fickle, why it turned its back on them and not their brother, what it would mean to transcend it, to become strong enough to be kinder than fate. That is what ultimately led them to the Kiln.

Much fitting of their name, this Ghost King is a tempest of jealousy, mania, fragile ego, and sincerely heartfelt but ultimately misled, muddied good intentions. They're still as magnanimous and soft-hearted as ever, but these qualities are overwrought with overindulgence and fierce possessiveness. They're also capricious, vain, and deceptive-- though this deception ranges from playing harmless tricks to swindling others out of house and home. She has a tendency to find other mortals (and sometimes ghosts) with rotten fates and unfortunate lives and tries to coax them into letting her find their fortunes for them, or at least grant them favors that are beyond the heavens. She does have good enough intentions in doing this… but it typically ends in either disaster or untraceable disappearances.

Some fun facts:

They will introduce themself as Ruixuan. They keep the fact they are The Water Master's younger sibling under lock and key. Whether anybody has ever discovered their true name is anyone's best guess. Do they keep their identity a secret out of a filial desire to keep their older brother's name from being tarnished by their reputation? Or is there some other motivation for hiding who they are? (For clarity's sake, I will still refer to them as Qingxuan).

Though they have a strong affinity for the wind, they do not directly control the wind. Their spiritual power is rooted in breath (or in some cases, lack thereof). A single puff from their lips could cause a tempest, laughter capable of destroying harbors with a sudden typhoon. Not that they would do so just because. They're not that much of a brute. Oh, but they do have quite a temper. If you do anything to upset their good humors, you're likely to find yourself hurled halfway across the countryside before you've even blinked.

Appears in a variety of forms. Their preferred appearance is that of a young woman with clear eyes and rosy lips; not only do they feel as beautiful and at home in their own skin as they always wanted to feel in this form, it also helps with lowering guards and loosening tongues. Their second favorite form is more visibly androgynous with darker hair and taller stature. All other forms are taken only on a whim. As for their true form... nobody knows. Maybe even they've forgotten.

No set territory in the sense of how HC has Ghost City; their domain is more liminal. Those thin spaces between wilderness and civilization, water and shoreline, mountaintop and sky (or whatever establishment they've decided they'll spend the night drinking themselves under the table). In short, they linger where the wind lingers.

They delight in being a menace and goading others into reactions. The more explosive the better. Is it because they're a natural born attention seeker who sorely misses being an overly-attached younger sibling or because they want everything they can't have? Or are they just a brat? Who knows!

Their attitude towards Heavenly Officials is... complicated. There are rumors that the Lady Tempest purposefully targets Heavenly Officials when in her more treacherous moods, specifically those who have the largest spread of wealth and means to their names. Of course, there's no way to prove that.

As mentioned before, they're known to be a trickster among mortals and gods alike. The severity of her wily ways depends entirely on who you ask. To some she's 'a scheming skank who will swindle you out of your own fate for no other reason than she feels like it'. To others she's 'nothing more than a girl who likes to giggle at the way you jump when she blows cold air against the back of your neck'.

As of late, they have grown rather restless, and that is truly saying something given how active they already are. Their gaze has started to turn heavenward more often. If they could only return, then maybe they could finally understand why... maybe they could understand how to make it all work the way it should...

[byanyan]

thinking about byan having a teacher submit some of their work into an art show or contest of some sort. how they'd be surprised (they've never really thought all that highly of their work; there's a reason they don't typically share it with anyone and it has a lot to do with a lack of support and a fear of having their enthusiasm for art crushed) and some part of them might even be a little excited... but they don't expect anything to come from it. (they've never actually won anything in their life. they've never had any of their skills celebrated, only been torn down over what they lack.)

thinking about them actually winning and not believing their teacher when she tells them, how they're sure she's just fucking with them until she shows them proof, maybe even hands them their cash prize. how even then, some part of them thinks that she forged the announcement and went to all these lengths so they wouldn't be disappointed over losing — the only thing that makes them accept that they really did win is the fact that no one would ever care that much about their feelings.

just thinking about how excited they'd be, once the truth of the matter finally sinks in: they finally won something, and it was for their art, of all things! maybe they're actually not terrible at it, maybe they really do show some promise! maybe... maybe they really are good at this thing that means so much to them.

[yeonban]

There are plenty of scary things about Tobias but I fear the worst one by a mile is his unpredictability. Everything else you can prepare for to some degree, but in this case you don't even know you have something to prepare for, let alone what. It could be a random Tuesday and suddenly the friendly bubbly guy you've been hanging out with lately looks at you with intent to kill. A random Friday and a joke you've told him n times before which has made him laugh every time no longer receives a reaction. A random Sunday and after spending time with you for ages he just suddenly up and leaves, never to be seen again

[longagoitwastuesday]

I actually like the last chapter. I think the ideas are very good. I have my qualms on how some things were managed, as I always do, but I think shonen authors get tangled in the expectations of a shonen to the point it jeopardises their writing, often even when they're not lacking in skills

[apathetic-until-distracted]

"Ah... winter months on Earth.

They say this is the 'season' for depression. ..you guys only have one season for that shit? I'm depressed all the time."