#and tagging the same characters I tag without once reblogging directly from me as if they were

[hermitadaymay]

WELCOME TO HERMIT-A-DAY MAY 2025!

Another year, another Hermit-a-Day May! I'm so thrilled to be able to bring this event to you all for the third year in a row.

THE RULES: 1. Any type of fanwork is welcome so long as it features, or is otherwise inspired by, the Hermit of the day. 2. Tag #hermitaday to have your fanwork reblogged, or submit it directly to the blog (Please note that while we recognize the value of fanworks involving more mature themes, and they can certainly count toward challenge completion if you're keeping track for yourself, content on this blog will be kept "PG-13" so that all may enjoy.). 3. Fanworks for one Hermit posted after the day rolls over to another Hermit's day (per the US Central time zone) will be reblogged in one big queue in June. 4. Traced or stolen work is NOT welcome. If we discover you have posted traced or stolen work, you will be given one chance to delete it and apologize, or you will be blacklisted from the blog. AI-generated/assisted pieces are similarly unwelcome and will not be featured on the blog. 5. We are not interested in seeing captions or tags in which you disparage your art/skills, and will not be reblogging posts where this happens. We're all improving all the time. Be kind to yourselves. 6. Technically not a rule, but we strongly recommend adding alt text or description to all images. Click here to learn more about writing alt text - it's pretty easy!

WHY SHOULD I PARTICIPATE? To show love to every Hermit, from the most to least subscribed, from those who have been on the server from day one to those who only joined this season! And because challenges are fun! And because we are once again out here for a good cause: we're running another fundraiser for Gamers Outreach, featuring art incentives by nine amazing artists. Learn more about our incentives in these posts:

MILESTONE REWARD POST

INDIVIDUAL REWARD POST

RAFFLE POST

WHO’S RUNNING THIS? Hi! My name is Luna! You can use ze/hir, she/her, he/him, or ro/ros/roseself pronouns for me. My main blog is @as-if-unreal. Helping me out this year is the incredible Mod Sky ( @skyspersonalhell ), who uses any pronouns!

BONUS DAY PROMPTS EXPLAINED UNDER THE CUT

FAVORITE "ALT" HERMIT - May 4th HoTGuY and Poultry-Man. Helsknight and Evil Xisuma. Renbob and - look, you get the idea. This server is full of theater kids ready to toss on an alternate skin and play into a brand new character at the drop of a hat. Who's your favorite?

OUTFIT SWAP - May 9th What would Doc look like in Cleo's Life Series leotard? How would Cub fare in Wels's armor? What laundry day mishap could lead Mumbo's suit to lose its sleeves like Skizz's? Only hilarity can come from this...

GROUPS AND COLLABS - May 14th This month is all about one Hermit a day... but what we really love is when they interact with each other. What does your favorite duo or group of Hermits get up to together?

FAVORITE BUILD - May 18th The Hermits have put thousands of hours into their builds, from cozy starter bases to the sprawling halls of Deepfrost Citadel, from idyllic natural landscapes to machines the size of mountains. Which builds have inspired you?

TFC - May 23rd While he may no longer be with us physically, TFC left behind him a legacy of quiet care and good humor, and Hermitcraft would not have been the same without him.

FRIENDS OF HERMITCRAFT - May 28th There are plenty of shows, podcasts, competitions, other servers, and more woven into the internet ecosystem around Hermitcraft, and plenty more people involved in them. Today is for celebrating all of those who, while they may not be Hermits themselves, exist and entertain in proximity to them.

[thelunarsystemwrites]

Hey, wanna talk about something real quick. (/Srs post)

Do you love fanart? Honestly, I'm sure you do! Just about everyone loves seeing fanart of their favourite characters! Honestly, I'm willing to bet you probably have some saved on your camara roll, huh? Hey, there's nothing wrong with that! But seriously.

Don't. Repost. Others. Art.

I'm bringing this up, because of tag games—Like, for example, "Reblog with the last fictional character in your Camara roll!"

Don't reblog with others art, unless you have permission! Or if the creator has directly said it's okay!

If you do this, and don't credit the original creator? That's reposting. Hell, if you do this without permission then that's reposting!

REPOSTS ARE BAD LIKE 90% OF THE TIME! The other 10% is reposting with PERMISSION.

I've had my art reposted once, and it sucks because while they have me credit—They never asked for permission. And when you repost another artists work, they don't get the attention on THEM, people focus on you, even if you claim you didn't make it! EVEN if you credit them, a lot of people won't check them out, you cant take that risk. (And saying 'Credit to OG artist!' Is NOT enough!)

So please, if you do any tag games/challages like this, and the last picture is fanart? USE A CANON PICTURE OF THE CHARACTER INSTEAD! If your last picture was fanart of Sans—Just use his sprite instead, please. Same for show/movie/other games, just use a screenshot of the ACTUAL character!

But what if it's my OC? If you made the art, it's okay to post, if YOU made the fanart of a character, it's okay to post. If it's an OC that ISN'T yours, then ask.

In short:

Don't repost art you didn't make without permission.

Don't repost OCs you didn't make without permission.

Using your own art is fine.

Always check to see if someone is okay having their art reposted w/o permission, and the RULES of it.

If it's an AU (like undertale) and the only official art is from the artist, don't repost if they don't allow it. Or find art that someone who made fanart thar IS okay being reposted/you have permission.

You don't owe anyone permission to use your art.

You're allowed to be upset if someone reposted your art.

But Lunar! It's just a silly game, I'm not going through all that effort to cred-

Then leave. I don't tolerate reposting, it isn't fun. It's real easy to just wait a bit, or use a different character that you have Canon art from. (Example, instead of using fanart of TMNT, use a screenshot from the show!)

Please—When playing games, they're supposed to be fun. And getting your art reposted isn't fun.

Sorry, this is like—My first actual rant on Tumblr that's not about my personal life.

[seeyouonsaturn]

I feel like I haven't sent asks in a while ??? yay new game! I mostly have you and Prowl in mind for this, but I always want to hear about The OCS™ if you'd like to chat about anyone 💖

What song(s) represent you and f/o?

What are the tropes/tags for you and f/o? (Think AO3 tags)

Who was the first to confess? You or f/o?

Between you and f/o, who talks more and who listens intently? 

It’s movie night! What are you and f/o watching?

Pick a Pokémon to represent you and your f/o :3

Who is the mischief maker? Are you both? Neither? Is one trying to dissuade the other? Encouraging?

How does f/o hug you?

ask game

Prowl on the mind 💜 I reblogged this ask game specifically for Prowl, if you want to hear about oc ships you gotta ask directly <3 otherwise. You get Prowl!

[🪻 2] What song(s) represent you and f/o?

You know me so well <3 witness my publically made selfship playlist! I don't even use spotify, I made this specifically for sharing purposes.

But also, I shall list my favorites once more! (Some of them. Or else I'd be listing the entire playlist).

Saturn – Sleeping at Last

Lose You Now - Lindsey Stirling, Mako

It's a Beautiful Life – Billy Raffoul

Born to be Yours - Kygo, Imagine Dragons

By Your Side (In My Mind) – Leony

[🪻 8] What are the tropes/tags for you and f/o? (Think AO3 tags)

I really, really do not read enough fic to be able to answer this. You tell me though!!

#major character death

[🪻 9] Who was the first to confess? You or f/o?

I don't remember that far back. I don't think either of us ever had to properly confess though. It just happened naturally, there wasn't any need for words. I really don't remember how it started though, I just remember that he was there.

But if one of us did have to confess, it must've been him, because there's no way baby me would have done that lmao.

[🪻 12] Between you and f/o, who talks more and who listens intently?

I do talk more, especially once I get really into something, and Prowl does of course happily listen to me. But we're both quiet people at our core, so a lot of our shared time is spent just enjoying comfortable silence together. Parallel play is a wonderful thing. It's usually us spending all day in silence, and then at night you suddenly get the endless, deep conversations that fundamentally change you as a person.

[🪻 18] It’s movie night! What are you and f/o watching?

Probably a nature documentary! I may love my cartoons, but they're not Prowl's thing so much, even though he's willing to entertain me and watch them together if I ask nicely. I certainly do make him watch my favorites just so he's aware of them. But looking at creatures is something we both enjoy, so that's the obvious go-to.

[🪻 24] Pick a Pokémon to represent you and your f/o :3

Okay hear me out,

same color scheme. (Take the red eyes from me I dare you). And it's called Ninjask [the ninja pokémon]. You can't fool me Prowl, I know that's you.

As for me – I know other cat Pokémon may feel more like my vibe (I'm sure nobody questions whether or not it's a cat one), but when I first got into Pokémon, I immediately felt drawn to Skitty and Delcatty, so I'm sticking with those. Ran out of images (yay mobile), but. Skitty. I'm Skitty.

[🪻 28] Who is the mischief maker? Are you both? Neither? Is one trying to dissuade the other? Encouraging?

answered here 💜

[🪻 32] How does f/o hug you?

Carefully, because it's not like he can squeeze. And we have to watch how exactly he holds me too, so I don't hurt myself on the kibble. So proper hugs are rather rare, and it's more likely that you'll find me on his shoulder hugging his helm or a hand instead.

What we do most of the time is me sitting on his lap, as I usually do, and him draping his arms around me and pulling me closer. Given the size difference, that's more comfortable than a hug, and he can continue his meditation without being disturbed too. I really am just his lap cat <3

[whereskymeetsea]

SAPPHIRE RP blog run by gio // follows as infernalpursuit 18+ & dash only ; non-mutuals & OCs friendly

rules under read more tags dump ;; rebloggable promo

this is a sideblog! I’ll follow back as infernalpursuit.

please fill out the interest checker even if we’re mutuals.

this blog is 18+ only, and any minor mun who try to follow will be blocked

i don’t roleplay with anons, personals, Pokèmon IRL blogs and OCs without an “about” page! You guys are free to send asks, but I won’t play with any of you.

i will also hardblock immediately anyone who knowingly reblogs or uses A.I. “art" 

obligatory mun=/= muse rule

i'm open for shipping and smut, since Sapphire here is post-game, and set many years after the events of ORAS - leaning on Alpha Sapphire's timeline; I won't ship nor play smut with any character who was an adult during the events of ORAS, tho. also remember she's sapphic :) sidenote: she's 24 now, and was 13 by ORAS times

I’m open for one-sided crushes on your muse’s side, but please contact me about it before engaging in one.

she has connections with Kyogre, is a Champion and (canonically) Rayquaza's chosen one. She's overpowered, and I'll play her as such -- and I expect people to understand. Of course this doesn't mean she'll automatically win, but I want any battle thread, be it fistfights or Pokèmon, to be plotted beforehand, all with the knowledge that I'll never make her hold back.

don’t force your muse on me. All his relationships, both positive and negative, are based on chemistry and growth.

I won’t interact with any blog that actively plays pokephilia. 

any kind of question is accepted, but if you start to annoy me with dumb nonsensical stuff or anything that doesn’t respect the rules will be deleted and blocked if you continue.

blog may end up being trigger-heavy. Everything will be tagged properly, but don’t hesitate to ask me to add some more trigger warnings if necessary; in return, I ask mutuals to please tag IRL suicide/suicidal thoughts, FNaF and spiders. I tag any triggers as #[trigger] tw! 

I’m always in for any kind of violent threads, both when it comes to Pokèmon battles and street brawls. I love rping something involving fights - but know that any hint of godmodding will result in me dropping the thread instantly.

don’t spam likes, especially if you’re a personal blog

if you want to rp just drop a starter or contact me for a plot. Remember that I'm selective and I have the rights to say no.

DO NOT reblog RPs, asks, headcanons or IC posts you’re not directly involved, unless we agreed for you to be part of it. i will hardblock you right away

I heavily encourage reblog karma. I’m obviously calmer when it comes to sentence starters, but please consider queueing it instead of reblogging right away without sending anything.

I tend to reblog the same prompts during the day once or twice. If I don’t get anything, chances are I will just delete it.

reblog stuff from source, no matter if they’re prompts, memes, musing or other people’s art. unless source isn’t available, I will promptly block any non-mutuals who reblog from me and eventually mutuals who keep doing it.

gio, 20+ y/o, italian, female

main blog is slightly-gay-pogohammer

[meisun657]

*Important!!* “What to Expect from This Blog”

Blog Background:

I originally created this blog to keep a directory of my various Meisun socials and profiles around the internet, but now that I am reblogging and posting more, this post was made to clarify what potential viewers can expect from this blog

I am an adult and will occasionally be posting things related to adulthood and adult themes

What I will be posting:

Check out my Tags Masterlist to see a breakdown of my tagging system

As I stated above, this blog was originally created to share my Meisun directory, so you can find my Meisun directory, which will be updated as needed, on this blog

On this blog, my reblogs and non-Meisun directory posts will relate to things that catch my interest that I don’t want to share on my other blogs such as cool meta analyzing a very specific character or theme in a manga I enjoy, beautiful fanart of characters and scenes I like, and random posts complaining about periods

All of my posts and reblogs, unless I have tagged them otherwise as NSFW (not-safe-for-work), will be non-graphic and/or SFW (safe-for-work) besides the occasional swearing

I will occasionally reblog and post things related to current events and politics as a left-leaning person, so if that makes you feel uncomfortable, you are welcome to block me

At the same time, please don't take my occasional reblogs/posts on current events/politics to be representative of everything I am doing or believe regarding a particular issue; of course, I'm not perfect and I have my blindspots, but I have a life outside of Tumblr and if I reblog/post something about a particular topic here, it does not mean that I am ignoring other issues or not doing other things to support particular movements in my life outside of Tumblr

I like talking about my identity, particularly as an adoptee, as such, you can expect some content on that topic; once again, if that makes you uncomfortable, I do not mind if you block me

Notes about NSFW tagging:

On this blog, I will tag posts NSFW if they describe or show sex, violence, gore, severe wounds, nudity, slurs, and pornography in extremely graphic detail

For me, non-graphic means that posts can still mention directly or indirectly any of the above as long as it is not shown/described in extreme detail, so I still encourage you to block me if you feel uncomfortable

Just because I tagged something NSFW does not mean I believe the original post to be bad; I am just protecting potential viewers who may be coming to my blog with histories and backgrounds I have no idea about

If you have questions, concerns, or suggestions regarding how I tag NSFW content, please DM me or send me an ask; I am happy to discuss and listen

What I would appreciate from viewers:

Please do not publicly associate this blog with my other blogs; I am purposely keeping them separate and will never be linking to any of them from here and none of those blogs will ever link to this blog, so if you do find my other blogs, please do not address this blog alongside any of my other blogs in the same post; you are, of course, welcome and encouraged to reblog, comment on, and like my posts/reblogs on this blog though if you choose to

If you’re confused about something I wrote, shared, or reblogged, I encourage you to DM me or send me an ask; I am always happy to clarify and listen to concerns made in good faith

This should go without saying, but you don’t have to agree with me; it’s okay to comment on and/or reblog my posts with counter-arguments, ignore a post I wrote/reblogged, or, as stated above, reach out to me for clarification because like everyone else in this world, I’m not perfect and I am always happy to learn from different perspectives

On that note, if you are arguing with me that people of certain races, ethnicities, gender identities, sexual/romantic orientations, religions, etc. don’t deserve to exist, be respected, or fight for their liberation or rights without any intention of listening to and learning from the perspectives of people from marginalized backgrounds, then I will not engage in dialogue with you; in other words, racism, xenophobia, sexism, anti-trans bigotry, ableism, classism, colorism, or any other form of bigotry will not be tolerated

Critical thinking is so important to me and I completely believe you do not need a college degree to take a few moments and think through context, emotions, evidence, etc. to make a strong argument and critique others’ (including mine!!)

Another thing that should go without saying is that you are welcome to block me if any of my posts make you uncomfortable; I don’t know your history and background and while I try to be sensitive in what I post and reblog, I know I’ll make mistakes without realizing it, so please do what you have to in order to protect yourself

[burketm]

CHARACTER QUIRKS & HABITS .

BOLD what applies. ITALICIZE what sometimes applies. STRIKE what doesn’t. REPOST & DON’T REBLOG.

likes  artificial  watermelon, sleeps  in  what  they  are  already  wearing, eats  their cereal  with  milk, listens  to  music  with  earbuds, hates  the  summer, can  recite passed  the  first  four  digits  of  pi, eats  frosting  out  of  the  jar, doodles  on  their notebooks, can  bake  cookies, has  a  garden farm, has  had  a  snowball  fight, eats pancakes  without  syrup, prefers  shorts  over  pants, can  name  more  than  ten superheroes, has  a  plan  for  the  zombie  apocalypse, uses  the  same  password  for everything, can’t  hold  their  breath  for  more  than  fifteen  seconds, watches anime, hasn’t  read  harry  potter, can  say  ‘  i  love  you  ‘  in  more  than  one  language, prefers  mechanical  pencils, thinks  space  is  cool, takes  personality  tests  more than  once  to  make  sure, can’t  tie  their  shoelaces, has  a  purse, likes salads, likes cool  colors  better  than  warm  colors, knows  how  to  braid  hair, reads biographies, can  ice  skate, knows  their  mbti, reads  astrology  charts, prefers  the  star  wars prequels  to  the  original  trilogy, plays  video  games, reads  the  newspaper, likes chocolate  ice  cream  best,  doesn’t  cuss, memorizes  song  lyrics, collects  coupons, has  a  preferred  order  at  Starbucks, likes  movie  theater  popcorn, has  seen  a play, listens  to  music  with  headphones, owns  a  hoodie, would  rather  own  cds than  online  copies, has  written  a  poem, can  shuffle  cards, subscribes  to  a magazine,  double  dips  when  eating, drinks  directly  out  of  the  milk  container, keeps  a  journal .

tagged by: @rachalcx ( indirectly hehe ) tagging: pls yeet this from me i beg u--

[eilaafterhours]

Make A Show of Us [Alhaitham | Kaveh]

Content: Smut, Dom/Sub Undertones, Voyeurism, Fingering, Squirting, Oral Sex, Cunniligius, Threesome, Couch Sex, Anal Sex, Praise Kink

Pronouns: None (AFAB)

Reblogs: Let me know that you enjoy my work and want to see more, so don’t forget to like and reblog (and comment in the tags. I love seeing people’s rambles in the tags)!

Remember:I’ll block you if I catch your ageless or under age (not 18+) ass in my activity :)

This work’s concepts, plot and original characters are my own which means I do not allow any sort of creative theft nor do I allow my work to be entered into any sort of A.I. bots. Thank you for respecting my space and boundaries.

“Fuck! Alhaitham please—!” 

Not only did he basically ambush you the moment you walked through the door,

but the pace he set was insanely fast. 

Up against the wall, across the room, against the kitchen counter

And now, despite the rough assault on your pussy 

You hadn’t come once. 

“Please what? Stop?” Without waiting for an answer, he pulled out and gently set you to the side before standing up and heading to the kitchen. 

“Are you fucking serious?” You groaned, rolling your eyes (although they lingered on his ass for a moment). “Fine then. I’ll—”

“You touch yourself, and you won’t come once tonight.” 

You grit your teeth, knowing just how true that statement was. 

He returned with two glasses of water in hand, presenting one to you. “Here.”  

“...thank you.” Your eyes fell close as the cold liquid soothed your strained throat. 

Once the cup was empty, he plucked it from your fingers. Then he placed them on the table

and moved the table…

You gave him a raised brow, questioning his actions. 

He gave no indication of answering, eyes flickering to something across the room before grabbed you by the arm to move you from one couch to the other. 

The one directly facing the door

that no longer had a table as a buffer between you and your open legs. 

“Alhaitham?!”

Still ever silent, he once again sheathed himself inside you. His head fell gently against your shoulder once the tip kissed your cervix. 

He was nearing his limit as well. But even so, he started to move. Slow and sensual. Pulling out enough, so only the tip was inside to hitting that same part of your cervix again. 

It felt good—really good, but it wasn’t enough. 

So maybe—

You flexed your muscles, constructing your walls around his cock. 

He stopped moving, head pressing deeper against your shoulder. “Fuck—Do it again, and I’ll stop for good.”

Well, there went that idea. 

Maybe you could—

You froze, eyes flicking toward the door. 

The handle was moving. 

Either someone was trying to break in (doubtful) or Kaveh was home (also doubtful, since Alhaitham constantly took his key). 

Regardless, you really didn’t want to be caught like this. 

You tried to get Althaitham to move. You really did, but his gaze was locked on the door, his grip on your hips tightened with every attempt. 

And just as the knob turned, he removed you from his cock (again), opening your legs up even wider. 

“Alhai—ah!” Your voice hitched as he shoved two fingers into your pleading cunt. 

“I’m home!” Kaveh announced as he opened the door. “You wouldn’t believe the kind of day I had. First—” His rant was cut short, eyes finally finding you. 

You could barely hear him over the pounding of your ears, nor see him through the tears that stick to your lashes. 

Alhaitham, however, had his molten gaze set directly on Kaveh. From the way his fingers flexed at his size, the furrow of his brow and the quickly pitching tent in his pants.

“Aren’t you going to shut the door? Or do you want someone to see this?” He smirked when you clenched around his fingers. “Oh? Would you like that?”

“I just want to—fuck—come!” You barely registered the door finally closing.

Alhaitham yanked his two fingers out just to shove in three, angling them so that they hit that spot.

“Fuck—!”

Your body arch away from his as that tight coil finally came undone. Wetting his hands, dick, both your thighs and the couch cushion below. 

“Looks like you’ve made quite the mess.” Once, he wasn’t fully anticipating. However,  “I’m sure Kaveh will clean it up.”

Kaveh was already moving toward you before Althaitham volunteered his mouth. Dropping on his knees in front of you, he spread your lower lips, just staring at the glistening mess. 

“Stunning.” It was the only thing he said before he latched onto your clit. 

Your breath hitched, “Kaveh…”

“He’s doing fine, but…” Alhaitham moved his head back, causing you both to whine. “Kaveh, strip. And you…” He nodded toward the other end of the couch. “Hands and knees.”

Your eyes widened at his demand, but you didn’t hesitate in repositioning your body (although you did linger for a moment to watch Kaveh undress). At first, you followed directions to a T, but then Alhaitham placed a hand on your back, pushing you lower until your face touched the cushion and your hips opened wider. 

You jolted at the sudden touch of Kaveh’s calloused hands against your thighs, diving with a long strip against the folds. 

The two of you were consumed in each other, completely ignoring the scribe, who was growing rapidly impatient. 

“Fuck it—” There was shifting then—

“Mmm—Ahhn!” Kaveh pulled off you, back arching as Alhaitham sudden entered him. “Alhaitham! You could have at least warned me before you—” 

“I’m tired of this game. On your back.” 

This time you didn’t hesitate, welcoming Kaveh with open legs. 

Finally, finally 

you would be filled, fucked like you deserved, come on cock then be treated to porcelain (which—you were already starting to ache).

Quickly the room was a chorus of moans and grunts, all of you chasing a high you were on the parapet of. 

Once Kaveh’s moans became more breathy (and he started clenching against Alhaitham dick), Alhaitham pulled him back roughly by his hair. 

“You come first, and I’ll make sure you’ll regret it.” He nipped at his neck, knowing that that was a sensitive area. “You’ll be good and listen.” 

Knowing that Alhaitham’s heavy-handed praise wasn’t enough, you lifted a hand up, gently guiding him down to your lips. 

“Of course he will. He’s a man of passion and perfection.” You smirked when his grip on your hips changed, maneuvering you in such a way that each hit touched that spot that had you touching stars. 

It didn’t take long for you to fall apart, surprisingly hooking your legs around his upper body, pulling him closer to you. Which allowed Alhaitham to reach the spot he’s been just barely grazing.

Moments later, Kaveh spilled into you, groaning against your chest. 

Then finally, Alhaitham, who pushed down roughly into Kaveh, sandwiching him between the two of you.

He took a moment to collect himself, pulling himself out, then pressed a kiss to Kaveh’s temple. “You did good.” 

Kaveh just rolled his eyes, doing the same as Alhaitham. Leaving you to shutter at the lost.

You sat up, making a face at the oozing sensation coming from your lower lips. “You came so much…were you lonely without us?” You smirked. 

The flushed blonde simply gave you the side eye, clearly annoyed at your question with a very obvious answer. 

“Okay, well that was nice and all, but things are starting to get sticky, and I’m getting even more cum on the couch.”

Kaveh grimaced. “We’re going to have to get rid of this couch. Which I wouldn’t mind, I’ve been thinking of changing a few things in here.” 

 “Don’t use this as an excuse to—” Alhaitham paused, then sighed. “Fuck.

“Cyno and Tighnari are coming over tomorrow.”

After writing the Sampo fic this immediately attacked me. It was a lot more lewd than this, but honestly I just wanted them to get to fucking.

Unfortunately, Kaveh's praise kink is not properly portrayed (nor is Alhaitham's BIG DICK).

But hey that ending tho

wink wonk

Also this is day late (feels like more lol) because I tricked myself into thinking I needed to make a new masterlist

Masterlist

[western-magical-girl-confessions]

✨Western Magical Girl Confessions January 2023 Update!✨

Hi everyone!^^ Happy New Year! 🎊

How are you all? What’s new? Still here? Lol Anyways, some of you may be wondering what’s going on with me? Maybe? Maybe not?lol Either way, I’m here to give you an update!

I’ve actually been sick with the flu for almost 3 weeks now! Has it been easy? HECK NO! 😆 So unfortunately, that’s a big chunk of the reason why I haven’t been motivated to make confessions. I’m starting to feel better, but I’m not planning on making any confessions until I’m 100% well! So once again, stay turned and thank you for being patient!

I’ve been just taking a break from this blog in general due to past events that have happened on it. Some due to my own ignorance and mistakes, some due to other factors, like anons. Either way, when I do eventually start making confessions again, I want to start off on a cleaner slate.

Just basically life stuff. Some stressful, some just average.

So after all of that is over and done with, I really want to make confessions again! I really miss doing them! Also, another thing I want to mention, throughout this hiatus in the past few months, I’ve been thinking about a lot of things. So I have a couple of things that I want to say and mention once more before I start up confessions again. I also want to say that this is going to be the last time that I’m going to repeat myself like this when I explain the bare bones of this blog, and to anyone who still doesn’t get it, I’ll just link the rules or link them back to this post.

Note: This stuff isn’t really meant to be aimed towards a particular group of people or certain fans, I’m just explaining this through my experiences and to make sure we are all on the same page here. My goal isn’t to “offend” anyone, it’s for my followers (and others who may pass this blog) to understand more clearly! So please don’t take what I say as offensive, please?

So, like I just said above, this is a confession blog about different western magical girl shows for different criticisms alike. It’s about people being able to express their feelings about different issues that they have with shows, it’s ships, it’s writing etc. I’m doing this blog for fun, for people to have a voice and to give people a chance to vent and to express their opinions without being directly attacked by certain people.

This blog is not JUST about a particular show. It’s about many western magical girl shows alike. So it’s not really fair to act passively aggressive towards the mod or the blog it’s self just because it allows a confession that said something negative about a show or ship that you like (or vice versa). Every opinion alike is allowed, even negative ones.

The mod’s thoughts and opinions on these shows, it’s ships, it’s characters etc. AREN’T a factor on this blog. This blog is about the mod submitting other people’s opinions and thoughts through cards. Their opinions and thoughts litterally have nothing to do with it, so please don’t act like it does to cause disclosure (or anything else of the sort).

If you have certain concerns about certain confessions on this blog, then you need to come to the mod about it so the situation will be taken care of to the best of it’s ability. If that particular problem is not solved in the way that you like it, then I’m sorry. The only other solution that I can recommend to you is to even ignore said problem, block the tags, or just block this blog in general. I personally can’t solve every single problem, especially since they come from different kinds of people, in which their opinions might contradict other’s opinions. If you truly aren’t satisfied with the way I run things, then it’s probably best if you just block and move on. I won’t get offended nor stop you. Sometimes, things just won’t work out 🤷🏾‍♀️

Like I’ve said above, this blog WILL be filled with different opinions and criticisms alike, even ones that you disagree with. If you can’t accept that, then just block this blog and move on. You’re allowed to reblog or comment on these confessions with your own opinions if you like as long as it’s aimed towards that confession in particular, not the blog it’s self. So if I feel like that your just trolling or what your saying is being indirectly vulgar towards this blog, then I’ll just block.

Again, anon hate will automatically be blocked, plain and simple. I don’t have the patience or tolerance anymore.

Again, like I’ve said many times before (and this will be the last time I’ll say this), Confessions are by DIFFERENT people, not the same person, so not ALL confessions are by the mod, nor are they by the same person. So don’t send hate that’s directed at the mod, since not all confessions are by them.

Look, I’m going to try to say this in the most non-belligerent way possible. I will try to take the necessary steps and make the necessary choices to make the blog enjoyable for everyone, not only me of course. However, sometimes those “steps” and “choices” might not be the same as what you want. If you don’t like that, that’s perfectly fine! However, being rude or gaslighting me about it isn’t going to change my mind. Even block the tags that are added to the confessions, or block this blog in general. Your opinions and feelings matter, but they aren’t the only ones that do.

Before submitting your thoughts & confessions, please read the rules.

If you have any further questions or concerns, please leave it in my ask box!

Now! With that out of the way! When I get back into making confessions, some will be unbanned and some will not!

The following confessions that will most likely be unbanned

Nex (Winx Club) confessions.

Positive Nabu (Winx Club) confessions.

All Chloe Bourgeois, Marinette Dupain Cheng, Zoe Lee, Sabrina Raincomprix (Miraculous Ladybug) confessions, regardless positive or negative. However, repetitive ones will most likely be submitted much later!

Anti Catra/Catradora confessions. However, ones that talk too negatively about its fans are still banned!

Negative Hordak (She Ra) confessions.

Negative Entrapta (She R) confessions.

The confessions that will still be banned or will be banned too

Confessions about Thomas Astruc (the creator of Miraculous Ladybug). You can still make criticisms about the writing or other issues, but avoid directly talking about him.

Confessions that talk directly about Chloe Bourgeois’s “redemption arc” (Miraculous Ladybug).

Nabu’s Death (Winx Club) Confessions.

Winx Club v.s. W.I.T.C.H confessions. You can still talk about both shows together, but NOT against each other.

Bloom, Sky and Diaspro (Winx Club) confessions, mostly ones like “Bloom/Sky are crappy people for what they did to Diaspro!”.

Anti Starlight Glimmer (My Little Pony) confessions. I just feel everyone and their grandmother knows how much of a “bad character” she is at this point, and has talked about it enough. I just don’t see the point anymore and just beating a dead horse.

“Bloom (Winx Club) is a Mary-Sue” confessions.

Confessions that claim characters as “Mary-Sues” or “Gary-Stus” in general. I just feel that the term has lost it’s meaning.

“I want the old Winx to come back!” confessions.

Things that could help!

Let me know if there’s any words, triggers, or tags that you would like for me to add to post so you can blacklist/block them.

Explaining your reasons for wanting a certain thing banned or not might help. I might understand or explain why this certain thing is valid/invalid.

The purpose of the blog IS for you to get things off your chest, but positive confessions are accepted too! I would love to hear some positivity about the shows, ships, characters etc. ^^

Please write *SPOILERS* in your confessions before writing it if you know that it’s a spoiler, especially if it’s Miraculous Ladybug and The Owl House. They’re the only active shows right now.

That’s all I really have to say. Sorry if this seems like I’m “making a mountain out of an anthill”, because I understand that this is just a side blog for fun, something that I don’t have to do lol However, I just want to be able to run my blog in peace, without any hurdles from people who refuse to understand. I’m just letting it be known that this is most likely the last time I’m going into detail like this.

So with this said, my little hiatus should be over soon, and I hope to do confessions again! Thank you for listening and if you have any thoughts or questions about any of this, feel free to leave it in my ask box!

Confessions at this time are closed until further notice, so please reframe from sending in confessions and headcanons! If you do so, it will be saved, but be released at a much later time!

Stay Magical!~

-WMGC Mod

[simpforroses]

1 Year Blog Anniversary

—Law’s hat addition on my persona recommended by another lovely artist/writer @starrybrujita 💖 (it actually suits the Lady of Heart anniversary dress I designed lol)

It’s surreal how it’s been a year! Thank you to all 163 of you for taking a look at my small art corner on here and leaving a follow, along with all the positive and substantial feedback for miscellaneous creations I make too ❤️ It makes me happy to see that I can inspire some emotion and make someone’s day through my works or surprises that I sometimes do on a whim, as I take pride and genuine time in everything I make, since most of what I create here is from scratch and from the heart, whether it be art, writing, graphics, ideation, etc. As some may notice, I’m not as active as I used to be last August-March due to work and other reasons, but it was an experience being on the content-creating & active side of things, after years of only using this platform as a passive viewer for hobbies and fandoms ☺️ Once again, I can’t believe I made it this long and I am grateful for your support! 🌹

‼️Important Notes (please read)‼️:

-> I’ll continue posting art here & try for a rebound, but will go back to square 1 with making art for its own sake, without tagging people on my main account’s artwork—for now—to see how this blog continues organically (unless someone asks for a taglist or to be tagged. If so, please feel free to let me know which characters/content-type 😊). At the beginning & when I was most active, I usually was the one taking the 1st step towards people, bending over backwards, and speaking up for others, even if it did not directly affect me or could be shown on the surface-level of this blog, because in my mind, taking initiative was, and is, the right thing to do, even if it meant being ignored, burned, or blacklisted…it’s been a ride with ups & downs, but now it’s time I take a step for me.

->After some positive surprises on here during this week, I chose to set refresh instead of going with my other consideration to leave, so this blog can re-gear into the direction that I wanted it to be when I 1st started: a place that is artistic, fun, & unapologetically me, that still remains honest in integrity, actions, confidence, and eloquence of expression. I’ve tried quietly fading out from here, but wind up being pulled back in, in some way, so I may as well come back with a new approach. There are many things I can and wanted say about what led to these reflections. But, I won’t. After all, this is a small space that likes to make humble personalized tokens of happinesses, with big ideas, a big knowledge cache, and a bookish girl who only has 2 hands & voice that speaks more than what is seen or heard. Plus I’m going for a refresh, so I only look forward to what I can create from now on. I named this blog a “Shop of Embroidered Hearts” for a reason, after all ❤️ Though, I’ll also start being more active on Instagram by the same usernames:

@/simpforroses for general main art | @/scalpelandrose for OC/self-ship | @/michelle.hong is my personal account for general interests, memes, and hobbies. —I feel that who I am as an individual does not suit or ‘fit’ into what the Tumblr fandom environment is or has evolved into. After months of half-resolutions & holding out, I want to test my options with both platforms to see what happens (the ‘/‘ are there so there aren’t any pings)

I will be opening a digital commissions option sometime soon, as I now have a good workflow & am more confident in my skills 🎨

Writings & focused OC/self-ship content will still be on my sideblog or on my Blogger site once I fully set that up (for more personal freedom of content when it comes to naughty graphics) 🌹

I’ll still be around in the background per usual when I can ❤️ Occasionally for a few inbox drops, reblogs, or writing events when invited.

Thank you -M. 🌹

[camaro-and-smokes]

One thing I've been thinking...

These are just my random thoughts, so feel free to disagree.

Lately I've seen a lot of posts in the fandom in increasing extent that's kinda sad imo. (I've been in this fandom for a short while, but in a lot bigger fandom for years, and in my experience, the negativity is always the same, the package just is different.)

People get really worked up by the Billy/Dacre antis on all platforms, and then they vent about it here, and make sometimes compelling and sometimes less compelling arguments in defence of both.

It's fine, ppl need to vent and hey, everyone is allowed to do what they want on their blog and if someone can't take it, unfollow, block, filter content, blah blah blah. Simple as that.

But I just always think how much those people allow the antis actually take their own headspace and then spew the negative energy from the antis directly to the positive fandom here on Tumblr.

I assume most of the negativity comes from Twatter and dickdock (I hate both and haven't used the first in years and the other one but once and logged off immediately – I know they're both very volatile spaces). I know antis are here too, but I assume it's way smaller issue here than in those two. (Quick check on the anti billy hargrove tag tells me that most of those here are teens and young adults who are yet to grow up, so not worth even a thought)

I come on Tumblr to get away from real world. To forget all the negativity of other ppl and just in general get away from everything that's happening in real world. I try to follow blogs that post positive stuff and engage only with content that's positive or compelling in any way.

So when I see those posts, sometimes even with screenshots from the anti's, it always makes me feel sad – but not for me.

It's always for the op as in hey, you're here where the Billy/Dacre fandom is absolutely bonkers in a GOOD way, cherishing and loving a character that never got any of that in the show itself, and loving the actor who plays the character unabashedly. And you're as the op here because of that too.

So I just wonder why do you take all that negativity be it from here or from somewhere else or here and bring it into our positive space and stain it with it? And in addition other ppl then engage with it – even if it's to just agree with the op. That's like preaching to the choir – why do it?

This is a place where you could happily enjoy the character without that much of a fear of getting bs of it. Or at least that's my experience. I haven't gotten any bs as long as I've been here. But of course this blog is very small.

So correct me if I'm wrong.

Now, I do run one big sideblog with 10k followers in a big fandom and my main has 1,5k followers too. So I know hate and how it feels when you're getting it in any form, in reblogs or anonymously on asks. It's SHIT.

But what I've learned from those two is, that as long as the hate and the antis are being addressed, neither will go away. There will always be antis and idiots who send anonymous hate.

It's called the internet.

And not to forget: social media platforms in general have been proven to boost negative content, because it keeps users on the platforms longer, meaning more income to the platforms. I repeat:

Never forget that negativity is partly designed into social media platforms.

What can be done to all of this is to choose not to engage with the negativity, and just let it be. Even if the negative views get you totally worked up and feel like you need to educate whoever.

Trust me, they won't learn anything, and you'll just spend hours on trying to do that.

This image sums my thoughts pretty much:

I guarantee that you will feel a lot better when you just

start scrolling past all the negative stuff on all platforms,

don't engage with the negativity,

don't go into the anti-Billy tags

just delete the shitty anonymous asks, and

don't spend time on writing a response here on Tumblr, where the people the responses are directed to (= antis) aren't.

And pls pls delete your accounts on any platforms that give you only shitty feels. You're not going to miss ANYTHING.

Not spending any time on the antis gives you more headspace and time to spend positively on our favourite rat boy. It makes your experience so much more better, and also the overall atmosphere of the fandom more positive for everyone everywhere.

Like I said, just random thoughts. Feel free to disagree with me.

[randomfandomimagine]

Hello, I came across your Tumblr accounts recently. I wanted to ask you for a prompt on God of War, Kratos x mute reader (with Atreus and Mimir). Reader is manhandled by people because of his disability (with sentence 51: “Don’t be afraid, I’ll protect you”) Thank you, and I really like what you do. I find very few articles with Kratos x reader. It feels good to find some :)

Thank you so much! I was hoping I’d get more God of War requests, I’m enjoying playing the game so much and I absolutely adore the characters 😊 I changed the prompt a little bit to fit Kratos’ speech 😋 Hope you like it, sweetie!

Kratos x Mute Gender Neutral Reader 

You squirmed and winced as that beast of a man swung you around, taking you with him to wherever he wanted. All your choices felt poor at that moment, as you had chosen to travel with him not realizing how unkind his heart truly was. Although you thought it useless because of his brute strength, you still struggled to break free from his iron grip.

“Hey, stop it!” A voice suddenly said, causing the both of you to stop dead in your tracks. “Father, please do something!”

When you turned to them, you realized the person who had spoken was a little boy. However, towering next to him was a tall and burly man with a scowl tattoed on his expression. Like his strong build wasn’t enough to intimidate you, he also carried an axe and blades that stick out from behind his shoulders.

“You heard the boy” The man’s voice was even deeper than you had imagined. “Let go” 

Your traveling companion immediately obeyed. Relieved, your hand flew to massage your upper arm, there where the ghost of his fingers painfully reminded you of his poor treatment towards you. Before you could recover, that strange man pushed you out of the way as he moved on to your partner.

“Atreus” The man only said, and you felt the little boy protectively hold on to your arm.

“It’s okay” Assuming Atreus was his name, you glanced at him to see him dedicating you a comforting smile. “You’re safe now”

“Now, brother” A differente voice, one with a thick accent, spoke up. “Don’t go and kill him, will you?” 

You were astonished to realize the voice came from a severed head hanging from the big man’s belt. Quite a strange group they made, those three.

Claiming your attention, your traveling companion screamed and fled as soon as the strong man approached him. He didn’t give him time to do anything, although you were sure he would have attacked hadn’t he run away.

You got startled when the big man turned around and faced you once more. It hadn’t come to your attention before, but his skin was pale white except for the crimson stripe traveling all around his head and down his back.

“I’m Atreus” The little boy gently squeezed your arm, silently telling you not to be afraid. “And that’s my father Kratos”

“Aye, and my name is Mimir” The head introduced himself as well.

“What is your name?” Kratos asked you as he calmly saved the axe that he so freely had unsheathed without you realizing.

You frowned, expecting to be met with the same treatment you had encountered thus far. They wouldn’t be able to understand you if you tried to communicate, and if you agreed to go with them they would only take advantage of your kindness and your silence.

“Can you speak?” Atreus kindly asked you, to which you shook your head. “So... are you mute?” 

You heaved a sigh, knowing it was no use. In any case, you still tried to signal your thoughts. After traveling alone for a while, you came across that terrible man who only mistreated you. Even if they couldn’t understand you, your hands nimbly moved to explain that you didn’t really have anyone else to be with.

“Oh, sorry that you had to go through that” Atreus spoke up, signaling with his hands at the same time. “What’s your name?” 

In your awe, you didn’t realize you were supposed to reply. Instead, you gawked at the boy.

“Do you know sign language?” Kratos asked his son, just as surprised as you were.

“Yes, mother taught me” Atreus smiled proudly. “It was fun to learn” 

Blinking repeatedly, you got out of your daze. You waved your hands to reclaim the boy’s attention and spelled your name out. 

“Y/N” He nodded, repeating the letters with his hands. “Nice to meet you!”

“Will Y/N be coming with us then?” Mimir asked Kratos, who watched you in silence. For a moment you feared he would disregard you just as quickly as everyone else seemed to do. 

“Do not fear, Y/N” He said, continuing to walk. “I will protect you” 

“Great!” Atreus celebrated the addition to the group. “That way I can practice!”

Kratos didn’t say anything else, not even turning to any of you as he lead the way. You stared at his back, curious about that mysterious man. As you walked behind Kratos, Atreus interrupted your train of thought when he spoke up again.

“Father?” 

“Yes, boy”

“I’m really happy but... why did you help Y/N?” 

“We must use our power for good, it is our responsibility” 

“I guess that’s his way of saying... welcome to the family” 

Atreus did not only talk directly to you, he signaled as well. He was much slower than you were and sometimes had to pause and try to remember a certain sign, but you smiled as you kept the conversation going. No one had ever signaled back with you, and no one had defended you like they did. They were still strange, but you were more than happy to travel with them.

Tag list: @call-me-harley-quinn / @wonderlandfandomkingdom / @snowfire71 / @xionroxas / @spilled-almond-milk  / @fortheloveofbenyandtom / @x-joie-x / @mrshamada-dorian / @ikemencrossedmyth / @swanimagines // If you want to be added or taken off the tag list for these fandoms or characters, send me an ask!! // Feedback and reblogs are appreciated!

[elphiej]

Be My Light- Chapter 6: Truth and Lies

*Genre: Mafia, angst, slow burn, eventual smut (?)

*Warning: Mentions of violence, death, drugs 

Author’s Note: Hi Everyone! I won’t lie, this chapter was difficult. Not because of the subject but because of the world just seeming to want to test me. But I do hope you like it. We are about to learn some back history of the Mafia families as well as what is expected of our girl from here out. My editor wanted to kill me at the end of this. I hope you enjoy it! it is a bit long but after the wait, I hope it’s fine. How are the boys reading to you guys? Last chapter, we got to meet Hwasa. This time, we get to meet someone a bit less... intense. Once again, thank you to all those who had left me a comment or reblogged this. We have reached close to 1500 hits on AO3. THAT”S MIND BLOWING. Leave me a comment with what you liked. I love interacting with you guys. Love you all. Borahae!!

Tag list: @lolalalooo @bangtan-sonyeonddaeng @barbikatherine ​ @mrsfortune1306 @lovesick-heart0 @iamnamjoonsbxtch @deathkat657 @deeepvibes @sugamonster22 @weiinihao @hemmofluke @rainbow-zebra-unicorns @joyfullyobsessed @elvencantation @thefreddieman @whateveritis616 @crewzie-chan @wyomingphantom @killbillv1 @grovr  

                                          Chapter 6: Truth and Lies

Annyeonghaseyo! Bangtan Sonyeondan-imnida

                       You froze. Your suspicions had been confirmed, officially. And it was worse than you expected. These boys were a part of a gang. But not just any gang; they were the most notorious mafia group in all of Central. You couldn’t turn on the television or read a news article without their name coming up. Even your coworkers had mentioned them when discussing some of their patients. You had counted yourself among the lucky few who hadn’t been around any gang activity outside of the hospital. But now, you had placed yourself directly in front of the worst. No wonder Choi was so intent on killing Suga. Then it hit you; based on all you had seen, Choi must have been the head of another gang. Which meant that you ran into the middle of a mafia turf war. You couldn’t have done any worse, could you? The only saving grace you could cling to was that Choi had no way of knowing that it had been you that had called the police and hid Suga from him. Of course, you were the one who blocked him when he infiltrated the hospital. But you were just a nurse doing your job while the hospital was on lock down, doing what any other observant employee would do. Surely, that wouldn’t cause you any trouble, right? In one fell swoop, you had gone from a quiet background character to stuck in the spotlight that was focused on imminent danger. Why was life so unfair? Had you not suffered enough over the past year? Could these boys, who seemed so friendly and sweet, be as brutal and ruthless as the stories claimed?

           You guessed you really couldn’t judge a book by its cover.

           Your mind was buzzing with some much that you hadn’t noticed your breath starting to race or your hands shaking like they were in an earthquake. You only noticed when you felt someone’s hands take yours. RM looked concerned as he tried to assure you everything was fine. You really wanted to believe him. But your mind kept racing. Your professionalism was being put to the ultimate test and you were sure you were failing.

           A chuckle brought your attention from your anxiety-driven imagination back to the men before you. Jimin’s angelic façade had altered with the appearance of a mischievous smirk. “Judging by the look in those pretty eyes, you’ve heard of us,” he remarked as he tilted his head to the side, golden hair spilling across his sharp gaze.

           How is this the same person?

           You had learned that any professional in this line of work knew how to keep a mask of indifference when patients said something shocking. Though, you doubted any of your coworkers had been trapped in a room with seven men who could make you disappear in more ways than you cared to think about. You caught Suga’s eyes, narrowed in a judging way. As if to challenge your earlier statement to him. The logical part of your brain countered that that was when you thought he was just a general punk who ran into trouble. Not a member of a Mafia family.

           However, the combative part of you wanted to wipe that look off of his face.

           “I’d have to be living under a rock to have never heard of you!” Though, you mused, none of you fit how the news describes you. You continued to the group after a calming breath that RM prompted you to take, “But as I told him, when you enter the hospital, what you do on the outside doesn’t matter.”

           “And we appreciate that. We know this is unusual and scary,” RM assured you, “but you don’t need to worry. We are not going to do anything. No funny business. We are just family visiting our brother. Remember what I told you last night? This is a safe place. We’ll make sure that it stays that way. And the only thing relating to our ‘business’ is what we as a group have decided to tell you.”

           “As a group, huh?” Suga fixed RM with a cold stare that spoke volumes. Despite allowing RM to introduce who they really were earlier, he still had some feelings about the situation. “Can you give us a moment, Y/N? There is something we need to discuss, privately.”

           You perked up at his request. As much as your combative side wanted to win, the sensible one came surging back to take control. Despite how nice they were being, they were still dangerous. And you were at your limit for dangerous experiences. You needed to separate yourself. Technically, they had requested you be his nurse so they could talk to you. Since you had done that, you shouldn’t be needed, nor did you want to discuss what RM meant about repayment. And you could live with the unanswered questions if that meant you would be safe. You had to get to Henry. If he truly cared about you, he would not force you into anything if you felt unsafe.

           And Suga had given you an opportunity to escape, whether he meant to or not. And you would be stupid not to take it. You had to think about your safety now. And being in this room with seven incredibly handsome men who claimed to owe you a life debt may not be the safest course.

           “Of course,” you answered, trying to keep your voice even and professional, “that may be best. I feel like you have a lot to talk through. I’ll just step out. Maybe I could make you guys some tea. That should keep me busy so you can talk freely without some stranger hanging around.”

           “I don’t think you’re strange,” V commented, flashing you a big, boxy grin as he looked you up and down.

           RM was still locked with Suga’s gaze. “Thank you, Y/N. That would be nice. We won’t take long.”

           “Oh please, take as long as you need,” you said as you moved towards the door.

           Because I need enough time to run and hide.

           “I’ll go with you, Y/N,” J-Hope said, hopping up from the couch and crossing over to you before you could protest. He pulled the door open for you.

           Well, there went that plan.

           “They don’t need me in here for this,” he continued. “Besides, what kind of gentleman would I be if I allowed you to do all that work after all this?”

           You clenched your jaw and nodded, trying your best to keep your professional mask from slipping and showing your disappointment and fear, and led him from the room.

           Once the door was shut again, you went to start down the hall towards the small kitchenette. You only took one step before you felt him grab hold of your arm, halting you. You turned and saw the smile had disappeared, replaced with something more serious. He pulled you back towards him. What was he doing? Was this why he really went with you, so he could scare you into submission?

           “Please don’t hurt me,” you found yourself pleading before your brain could process what was happening. “I’m not a fighter but I can bite…”

           You found yourself crashing into his slim chest and his arms wrapping around you in a tight hug, his chin resting on your shoulder. He leaned, heavily, against you. You hadn’t expected that at all. And you found your cheeks growing hot in embarrassment from what you had said. Though, he seemed to ignore it.

           “Thank you,” he said, voice full of emotion and relief.

           You found yourself relaxing and patting his back in acceptance. For a moment, he wasn’t J-Hope of Bangtan. He was just a normal person who was thanking you in a simple but effective way. His embrace was full of so much unspoken gratitude that it was comforting. And you let him hold on for as long as he needed to. You’d be lying if you said it wasn’t nice.

           “I’m sorry,” J-Hope said when he let go and stood up straight, “I’m just really thankful for what you did. When Taehyung called us and told us Choi was at the meeting, I got worried. He’s always had it out for Suga-hyung. And I got jumped by him last month, so I knew what he was capable of. So when Jimin and Taehyung came back with an unconscious Jungkook and no Suga, I feared the worst. Hyung would put himself in the way to save the babies, you see. We just felt so helpless and lost. If I hadn’t been tasked with keeping the two soulmates from having a double panic attack, I would have gone after that bastard, no matter what it meant for me. Suga-hyung is my best friend, my brother, and I would never want anything to hurt him. And when you answered his phone, it was such a relief. I don’t think there’s any way to repay you.”

           You reached out and put a comforting hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay. I didn’t do this to be repaid. I’m just happy that I could help.”

           J-Hope pressed his palms against his eyes, trying to keep his emotions from further spilling out. “Sorry, it’s been a rough couple of days. I’ve been so focused on keeping the babies from freaking out that I couldn’t process my own emotions.”

           “It’s fine, really. I see a lot of emotions here so don’t worry about that. It shows how much you care. I’m really sorry about what I said before. I really didn’t mean it.”

           His smile returned as he chuckled softly. “It’s okay, I get it. Being in a gang, it’s a given to have people think the worst. That’s why we only tell people we trust. Just don’t bite me though. I’m not into that. Unless I’m the one doing the biting.” He winked at you, before bursting into a fit of laughter at the shocked look on your face. “I’m kidding! Just trying to lighten the mood.”

           Before your face could get any redder, you hurried down into the kitchenette and started making the tea. J-Hope was quite helpful as he listed off the other’s preferences. Apparently, Suga liked his strong, Jimin and RM loved sugar in theirs, and Jungkook would prefer the juice he saw in the fridge to tea.  You would like to say that you and Amber were as close as could be, but you couldn’t list off her perfect cup of tea the way J-Hope could for six people. They must be closer than you thought. As you set up the cups on a tray, he started telling you a story about when RM had tried to make tea for a sick Jin and left the kettle on for so long that all the water had evaporated and burned a hole in the bottom. With that, you understood why Suga had RM in his phone as ‘God of Destruction’. As he talked, you found yourself relaxing more and more. Which you thought was odd, since the knowledge that they were still a mafia family was still fresh in your mind. There was something about J-Hope that just made it seem unimportant. Maybe that’s where the name ‘Sunshine’ came from.

           Once all the teas were finished, you left the kitchenette and made your way back towards the room with the tray in your hands. J-Hope had tried to take it from you, but you insisted. Though, he did swipe his cup of tea and the bottle of juice before you could stop him. When you stood in front of the door, glad he was there to open it for you, he held up his hand to halt you. The smile had slipped from his face again and he was all seriousness again. He must be worried about what may still be happening in the room. He dropped the bottle into his large pocket, motioned you to stay quiet, and opened the door just enough to not be noticed. The room still felt tense and you could hear them still locked in conversation. Clearly, J-Hope didn’t deem it as private as Suga had and motioned you closer to watch with him.

           “Hyung,” RM pleaded, “I promise that Jin-Hyung and I talked about this all night. And we both believe that it’s the best course of action. Please, try to be understanding.”

           “Why tell her at all? We’ve never felt the need to open up before.”

           “There’s never been a civilian before. Normally, it’s someone who wants to work with us or someone who owes us that are so willing to jump into the line of fire.”

           “I just don’t see the point in telling her anything. Wouldn’t that be safer?”

           “She risked her life to help you. Surely answering some of her questions is a simple start.”

           “Oh, in that case,” Suga said, sarcastically, “by that logic, we should include the doctor who patched me up.”

           “Hyung, I already have something for him. But this is not the same thing.”

           “Then just pay her off like you did when Moonbyul and the others helped Hobi.”

           “And how much is your life worth?!” You saw J-Hope flinch as Jin raised his voice. “You know for a fact that, unlike Hoseok, he was not going to let you leave that building alive. You almost died, you jackass. That girl ran in with no other motive than to help you. And according to Joon, she stood up to Choi when he snuck in under a disguise to finish you, all to protect you before she even knew what you were. She put herself, albeit unknowingly, in the direct line of fire. Unlike when Moonbyul and Shownu stepped in, she gained nothing nor expected it. The very least we can do is to make sure she has the information to help herself if anything comes from her decision.”

           “He’s right,” RM agreed. “Believe me, I wouldn’t have brought it up if I didn’t think it was necessary. You didn’t see how Choi had her pinned when I got here last night. And yet she still protected you, when others would have believed him. We don’t need to talk about everything. We’ll just give her the basics and go from there. I’ll handle it. Just trust me.”

           “Hyung,” Jimin piped up, eyes pleading with his elder, “she did what we couldn’t. She got to you and protected you. I think it’s a good idea. Based on her reaction, she had no idea about us until then. Even if she did, she didn’t let anything happen to you. I don’t feel like she’s going to do anything. Our name carries enough of a threat to dissuade her from saying anything if that’s what you’re worried about. We can handle that if it comes to that. But it’s different than before. Please, hyung.”

           “That should do it,” J-Hope whispered to you. “No one can say ‘no’ to Jimin. It’s like a siren song. Especially when he gives you the eyes. Even if hyung is stubborn, he will cave for Jimin.”

           You could believe that; even you could feel the pull of Jimin’s voice imploring Suga to do anything he wanted. It must be nice to have that power to make someone do something with just a bat of an eye or the sweetness of that angelic voice. And as expected, Suga sighed and rolled his eyes, making Jimin smile. “Fine,” he grumbled, “I’m out numbered anyways. I just hope this doesn’t turn out to bite you”

           “It can’t be any worse than running into the middle of a gang war to save your ungrateful self,” V lovingly joked, earning him a sharp glare from the so-called ungrateful one.

           “Moving on,” Suga muttered, shifting the conversation and his attention towards the shadow who remained on the couch. His eyes were locked on the floor, and he was hunched over. He looked miserable. “Jungkook, what’s going on with you? I don’t get a ‘hello’ after all this?”

           The room seemed to hold their breath for the response. J-Hope was hyper focused on the youngest, which gave you the impression that this was not normal shyness, that it bordered on abnormal. The shadow hugged his arms tighter around his body, knees bouncing, teeth gnawing at his bottom lip. He was stuck between wanting to speak and wanting to just vanish into his depression. Jin went to go scold the younger for his attitude, but RM held him back. It wasn’t something the eldest needed to interfere with. It was something Suga needed to do. And he was going to figure it out.

           “Listen, I guess you’re upset with me,” Suga continued. “Are you angry that we didn’t finish the mission? Or that I didn’t follow the escape plan? Or could it be that you’re pissed we let Choi get away? Whatever it is that has you acting like the world is over, I apologize.”

           “It’s not that,” he said in a whisper that you had to strain to hear.

           “Then is it because I scared you? It’s not like I planned for that. But I’m sorry. So, please, don’t hate me anymore.”

           Jungkook’s eyes narrowed in confusion. “How could you say that? It’s not you, hyung. I could never hate you.”

           “Then, tell me what it is so I can fix it.”

           “It’s me. I’m the problem,” he admitted, his shoulders sagging from the weight of his own guilt and shame. “If it hadn’t been for me, you wouldn’t be here. If I had been more observant, you wouldn’t have had to jump in front of a bullet for me. When we were running out to the car, we were supposed to stick together. You were already hurt, and I left your side. Jimin-hyung and Taehyung stayed together, took care of each other, and were able to get out safely. But I left you in there. Look what Choi did before she stepped in. I should have done my job and protected you, not some civilian. But I didn’t and you almost died. What good am I? Hyung, I’m so sorry. I’m sorry.”

           He thinks Suga getting hurt is his fault? Seriously, are they really this dangerous gang if they feel guilt this strongly? Choi didn’t seem to care about anything, you wondered.

           “So, that’s what this is all about,” J-Hope muttered. “When he woke up after Jimin and Tae brought him home, all he wanted to know was what happened to Suga-hyung. Barely conscious, and that’s all he was concerned about. But once Namjoon came back after talking with you, he told us about his injuries. And Jungkook went all quiet. This morning, it took us literally dragging him from his room to see him. I thought he was just in pain but he’s never let that stop him from being with the others. Even downstairs, Namjoon had to lead him up. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have set foot in this room.”

           You remember going through all the messages last night after RM had left. The one labeled, ‘My Favorite’ had asked you for an update and how ‘no one will tell me anything’. After that, that contact name didn’t send any other message as the others had. You concluded that it must have been Jungkook. And once he got his answers, that’s when his guilt started.

           Suga shifted to sit up straighter and reached his good arm out for Jungkook. The youngest stared at the gesture with large, shining eyes. He didn’t look as if he was planning on moving, but Suga was not to be ignored. Slowly, Jungkook stood and moved within arm reach, eyes still down casted like he was preparing for some kind of reprimand. But Suga grabbed the fabric of Jungkook’s hoodie and pulled the youngest into an awkward hug. He held on tight.

           “Don’t talk like that, Jungkook. Knowing the outcome, I wouldn’t change anything. I made you run ahead. I would do anything to make sure he couldn’t get to you, even if it means getting beat up. One of those bastards told me they cornered you in the stairwell. I was worried they would finally get to you. I couldn’t live with that guilt if you didn’t get out. I’m so glad you’re okay. So, don’t keep blaming yourself for this. As long as you are alright, that’s all that matters.”

           It took a moment for his words to sink in, but then, the tension seemed to drop from Jungkook’s body as he clung to his hyung. The feeling in the room changed as the others relaxed. J-Hope’s smile broke out across his face as he watched the scene. And now, you were even more confused about this so-called Mafia. They were closer than most families you saw walking in, they held guilt for their actions, they felt so genuine. Perhaps it wasn’t right to think all stereotypes were true.

           J-Hope, finally, pushed the door open and bounded into the room. “Aww, so cute. I should have brought a camera!”

           Jungkook’s ears glowed a deep red color as he stood up straight and Suga rolled his eyes at his companion. J-Hope flung himself around the youngest and smothered him back down onto the couch, fussing over him and teasing. You followed him into the room and started to pass out the drinks. You had swiped some mild painkillers from the nurse’s station and handed them to Jungkook.  He, shyly, accepted them from you with a soft ‘thank you’ that only made J-Hope laugh even more as he passed him the bottle of juice from his pocket.

           “Alright, enough with the cute stuff,” RM said, gesturing for you to have a seat. “Shall we get down to business? Where shall we begin?”

           “I suppose wherever you feel is best.”

           “Sure. Just let me say what I can assume is obvious; what we talk about in here, stays in here.” You nodded. “Okay, let me ask you a question. Do you know anything about the Great War?” You shook your head. “Almost sixty years ago, there were no Mafia families, no feuding, no wars. The whole country was pretty peaceful if you can believe it. The country was governed by one family with three sons; they became known as the Big Three when the trouble started. The family’s hope was that the sons would work together to keep the country and its citizens in perfect balance. Clearly, that didn’t happen. Each son wanted total control. But they weren’t going to get it just by asking nicely. In hopes to deter the inevitable, they were given a section of the country to manage. You can probably guess how that turned out. The Big Three wanted more and more, so in order to seize, you need an army to prove you were stronger. And that is how the first Mafias were created.”

           “So, it started because of egos?”

           “Isn’t that what all wars start over,” he asked, flashing you a nonchalant smile. “Anyways, the Big Three were stuck in this never-ending loop of skirmishes that all had the same outcome. They all determined that they needed more bodies. But they could only look after so many. So, whomever was deemed the most loyal General got to create their own gang under the big boss. Think like a tree branch that has a bunch of little one splintering off of it.”

           “Is that where you guys come in?”

           “Not necessarily. See, the Big Three didn’t care how they recruited their army. So it wasn’t long before the whole population was either dragged away to be forced into service, threatened with violence, or shot dead. The balance that was desired was destroyed and the country was going down. The Great War did nothing but cause so much pain with no sign of ending. Until some people with enough determination tried to push against the chaos. Civilians and those who ran from the secures joined their own gangs to protect themselves. Eventually, more and more opposed the Big Three, until even some of their own trusted men turned on them. Two of the brothers stepped down and dissolved their empire. But the last was too power hungry.  He became unhinged and implemented more and more devilish methods to break his new recruits as the years when on. What ended his reign was an assassination executed by his youngest and most trusted General, known as Ji.”

           You couldn’t help but notice the distain that crossed everyone’s face at the name.

           “So,” Jin interrupted, “after years and years of pain and death, the Big Three were defeated. But the new problem was that the country had become so used to the Mafia regime, that it couldn’t just fall back into how it was prior to the Big Three’s uprising. The city went into chaos, Mafia families against the unaffiliated gangs against civilians. Ji’s group decided to take on the responsibilities of trying to bring everyone together. In an effort, they gathered the heads of the largest or most powerful families and set down borders and rules to help enforce the safety and bring peace. Like Hallowed Ground, for instance, that way no innocent lives would get hurt.”

           “Then, history decided to repeat itself,” RM continued. “Ji was tired of no one respecting him, despite what he had accomplish or was trying to do. Slowly, he became as ruthless as his maker. No one wanted a second coming of the dark ages, so many of the independent Mafia families started fighting back to protect their territories. Our group started coming together ten years ago and were a main target of Ji and his Royals due to our past dealings. And we, also, made their job as difficult as we could. Soon, we were the head of the Uprising against him. And after a devastating blow against them eight years ago, we led the other families to push the Royals down. After three years, our uprising succeeded, and the Generals all scattered. Ji never left the battle ground.”

           You nodded, letting all of it sink in. “Ok, got it. I mean, I could have guessed they were bad news from the way he cornered me. Makes sense psychos would come from psychos. But why would you willingly walk into somewhere with those guys after fighting them for so long?”

           “Here’s where we get to fill in some gaps about what happened from when the guys left out hideout until now. See, over the last few months, henchmen of the Royals, known as Suits, have been acting up. A week ago, we caught some kid they scared into spying on us to find the location of our hideout. Sadly, the kid was no good against Suga-hyungs surveillance system. After their defeat, the Royals have been hurting for bodies, so they requested a tradeoff: the kid for money. Normally, we would have done the trade on Hallowed Ground. But they insisted their men needed the security of their own turf. Jimin and Taehyung have told us their side. Take it from when you guys split up.”

           “We were trying to get to the back stairwell,” Jungkook continued, his voice stronger than the last time he spoke to you, but his eyes were elsewhere. “I was trying to make way through all the chaos, but one of Choi’s Suits got in my way. He had me so distracted, I never saw Choi aiming at me. Next thing I knew, Hyung had shoved me out of the way and got shot in the shoulder. I was able to get us out and I figured it was best to follow Jimin-hyung and Tahyungie-hyung down through the floors. The Suits were everywhere. I was able to hide us in one of the shops on the second floor trying to figure the best way out. But they were swarming. I wanted to try and lead them away and double back for Suga-hyung, but he pushed me to go. He said he would meet me at the car. So, I started to head towards the fire stairs, but they caught up with me. They blocked me from all sides. The only way out was to bust out the window and jump, and just keep running. I think I lost them after weaving around in the alley ways. I remember making it to the meeting point before everything went dark.”

           “He got a severely sprained ankle from the landing,” Jin listed off, “as well some bruised ribs and deep cuts from the glass. All of them have cuts and bruises. But that is to be expected. Not to mention it could have been worse. Now, what exactly happened to you?”

           “After I made Jungkook leave,” Suga answered, “I tried to just make my way to the exit. I set off a couple traps to distract them. But someone grabbed me from behind. They must have beat me up pretty bad; everything then is still fuzzy. But I remember hearing a gunshot, so I assume that’s when he shot me in the side. And there was a flashing light. But that’s all I remember about until I, somehow, made it to the ground floor. I was bleeding so bad that I kept slipping. I could hear someone behind me, but I kept going. That’s when I noticed her crouching with a crowbar. She actually beat one of the Suits that found us so bad that I’m not sure if he got up again before the police arrived.”

           It was hard not to notice Jimin and Jungkook looking you up and down, trying to imagine you swinging a weapon around to take down a highly trained gang member. “He said some things that really affected me. I’ve never done that before.”

           “We’ll try not to get on your bad side,” Taehyung said with a giggle. “What were you doing there anyway?”

           “I was on my way to the bus stop. I had an early shift and don’t have any other mode of transportation. I knew it wasn’t the best part of town, but it was all I could afford. I have to take the early bus because of how far it is from the hospital. I had just made it when I saw a car speeding away and heard the gun shots. I knew it was stupid. Even when I was in there, hearing all the chaos, I was trying to run away. But when I saw how hurt he was, my protective side took over. I hid us behind a counter when that monster came stalking. And when the cops came swarming in, I kept pressure on the wounds until they got him here for Dr. Na to take over.”

           “What about when Choi came here? How did you stop him? He’s so slimy, he normally gets away with his lies,” J-Hope asked. RM nodded in agreement, wanting to know the answer as well.

           “Oh, he showed me a fake police badge. I think my dad had taught me to see the difference. Speaking of, should I be expecting the real police anytime soon? I’d prefer to be prepared so I don’t forget to omit all this.”

            “Knowing RM,” Suga grumbled with a roll of his eyes, “he made a few calls and pulled some strings. Don’t worry about it.”

           “What do you mean ‘think’ your father taught you,” RM asked over Suga’s comment.

           You let out a sigh, shrugging your shoulders as you contemplated how much to tell them about such a sad part of your past. But since they had shared so much with you, you figured it was fair. “I was involved in a car accident two years ago with my dad. I was the only survivor.”

           Jungkook looked at you with large, sympathetic eyes. “We’re sorry to hear that.”

           You waved him down. “Thanks, but it’s ok. I don’t really have a lot of memories from before. I do get some flashes here and there. But when he showed it to me, I just… knew. I was hoping he’d just go away after I sounded off some legal stuff that any police would understand. I’m really happy you came along when you did.”

           “It was no problem,” RM said. “Though we may have to keep an eye on you just in case.”

           “Oh,” you shook your head, trying to be polite, “that’s not necessary. I’m sure he’ll forget about me. I’m pretty forgettable.”

           “Not from where we’re sitting, you’re not,” Jin commented. “Besides, ensuring you’re safe is the least we can do. We are indebted to you, after all.”

           “No, really, you don’t need to do that. There is really no need to be indebted to me. I just did my job.”

           “Oh, come now,” V said, leaning further into the couch with his arms stretching behind his head, eyes dancing between playfulness and pure seduction. “Surely there is something you want. You know who we are, and what we are capable of. Money is no option. And it would be a pleasure.”

           “I’m fine really.” You could feel your heart racing as his eyes burned through you. “I mean, unless you have some magic way to get my memories back,” you laughed. You noticed them pass a look between each other, and Jimin looked unhappy about it. “Honestly, though, it’s not necessary.”

           “At least, let us take you home tonight. Just to make sure everything is alright,” RM implored. You gave him a nod, though you weren’t really sure how comfortable you were with a gang knowing where you lived, even after all the close conversation and little gestures that you wished changed your mind. “Excellent. Now, is there anything else you’d like to know? Otherwise, I think we need to meet this Doctor Na and hear what he has to say.”

           “Yes,” Jin said, crossing to Suga to examine the bindings. “I’d love to know what his limitations are, so I know how far to push this one’s punishment. Seriously, you are so lucky you got shot in this shoulder and not the one with your mark. It would have been much harder to fix.”

           “Mark?”

           RM rolled up the sleeve of his jacket to show a dark, lined tattoo on the inside of his wrist. It was two trapezoids that looked like a door opening. “Each mafia family has their own insignia. Those a part of the main family always had it somewhere to show their devotion to the family. A lot of the new generations of gangs have opted for a more permanent, discreet way. So many people nowadays have tattoos, so it’s easy to walk around the public and not draw so much attention. We all have one in different places.”

           “Want to play doctor and find mine,” Jimin asked with a devilish wink. He couldn’t deny that he enjoyed the shade of pink that rushed into your cheeks, or the shy way you tried to look anywhere but at him.

           J-hope elbowed him in the side. “Spoiler alert: it’s on his ribs,” he said, earning him a whine from Jimin as he reverted from the devil back to the large eyed innocent, who was mad his hyung ruined his fun.

           You decided that was the que to go find Doctor Na. You weren’t sure how much longer you could take before one of them made you say something else embarrassing. You excused yourself and made your way back towards the nursed station to locate Henry. To your surprise, he was just stepping off the elevator. Seeing him after the long morning with the notorious gang was like a breath of fresh air. He was normal and safe. You gave him a brief run down, leaving out everything gang related as requested. He gave you a smile and assured you that everything was going to be fine. It was enough to relax you. While he went to check on his patient and talk to the rest, he told you that Jax was going to go over a new schedule with you and there was some paperwork that needed your attention. He promised once he was finished talking with the seven guys, he would find you to check up on you. He was being so considerate. This was what you needed to focus on, not the dangerous, handsome strangers, no matter how nice they seemed.

           Jax had informed you about the change to your schedule; until further notice, you were under contract of Mr. Kim, which one you were not sure, and would be overseeing the care of Suga until they determined your service were no longer needed. You would help with rehabilitation, as well. You would start in the morning and be allowed to leave in the evenings. After he was released, you were to do some inhouse care until Mr. Kim terminated your services. Your pay was being taken care of by Mr. Kim, and it was far more than you were currently receiving. Jax had pulled some strings to get some more help so you wouldn’t need to worry. When you tried to request that you could return to your regular shift and have someone else help the Kim’s, Jax looked at you like you were insane for turning down the amount of money they were offering. Without explaining the real reasons you didn’t want to accept, you just sounded foolish. You wish you could talk to Amber. You felt like you had no other option. Jax had you sign a bunch of different papers, from release forms to nondisclosure agreements. It took a while to read through all of them.

           Once all had been signed and reviewed, you felt so overwhelmed. Half the day was gone, even though it felt like it should be much later after all that. You hoped Henry was finished talking and whatever checkup he needed to do. Maybe he could help you. Or maybe you should take him up on his offer to get you some antianxiety medication in place of your old since he was still looking. Either way, you found yourself heading back up. You needed to do what Henry had tried to tell you before; just try to look for a positive. You tried to focus on your dinner date. It would truly be your first major step forward. Perhaps you could look at that as your reward for putting up with the good-looking mafia. You wondered what he wanted to talk to you about. Was Amber right and he liked you way more than you had actually anticipated? Or were you just getting your hopes up? No. No more self-doubt. There had been enough of that with your ex. Good or bad, this was better than Daniel.

           When you stepped out from the elevator, you walked over to the nurses’ station and filled out some chart information. You had just started when you heard a door open. You leaned over and peered through the glass of the doors that lead to the hall of rooms. Henry had left the room, with RM behind him. Both were having a quiet conversation, but you couldn’t hear anything. He must be whispering to not disturb the other patients. You noticed RM look around before leaning closer to Henry, face serious and lips moving fast. Whatever he was saying seemed to be important. Then, the Mafia leader reached into the pocket of his jacket, and you could see him withdraw something. He dangled it in front of the doctor’s face. It was a small plastic bag filled with a white powder. You watched Henry’s eyes go wide before he loudly exclaimed, ‘is that euphor…’, before RM forced his hand over the doctor’s mouth, looking around wildly. RM was dealing U4-1A? Was he the one spreading it among the city? It was a gang drug. And if they were paying your new salary, their money had to come from somewhere. Your distrust and caution came surging back in. This just proved they couldn’t be what they seemed to be. You waited for Henry to push him away or tell him off. Only, to your horror, to watch him open the bag and examine the powder between his fingers. He lifted his fingers and smelled them, only to look at RM in disbelief.

           If you didn’t know any better, Henry looked happy. He shook the Mafia leader’s hand! He put the bag of drugs in his pocket! Henry was using U4-1A? No way! How could he after all he had witnessed? From where you were, you could make out that Henry had asked if there was any more and RM answering that he would have more soon, as long as he does his job. You felt like the rug just was pulled from under you. Henry, this paragon of perfection, was accepting illegal drugs from a Mafia boss. You weren’t sure who you were angrier at; the members of Bangtan for luring you into liking them when they were the ones behind the number of U4-1A cases that filled the ward, Henry for accepting it with a smile like he wasn’t the one trying to help those cases, or yourself for believing that either party was something to trust after all you had been through? You weren’t going to be able to look at Henry the same way after this. You felt conflicted; You should tell the director and have Henry dealt with. However, Henry was one of the few doctors making progress in the surge of cases. If Henry was removed from the hospital, other doctors wouldn’t be able to take on his load. It would do more harm then good to report him. You had terrible luck. And after this discovery, you were questioning your luck with men, as well.

           “Oh, Y/N.” Henry’s voice broke through your internal struggle as he pushed through the security doors. You noticed him wipe his hands on his coat, as well as the lumpy outline of the baggy in his pocket. That intensified your rage. Then it hit you; if you couldn’t rat him out without hurting others, you could remove yourself from his focus. “How long have you been back?”

           “Long enough,” you answered, curtly, busying yourself with the paperwork so you didn’t have to look at him.

           “I hope it wasn’t too long. I know it can be boring out here.” His sincerity made your heart hurt. “I’ve finished with our patient for now. I know it’s only been a day, but he seems to be healing just well. Mr. Kim has requested some privacy for a bit so they can spend time with their companion. He doesn’t require his next round of medications for a couple of hours, so they said that would be enough. Which means, you will have some free time. You’re welcome to monitor the floor and assist any of the other private nurses, or just hang around. Or, if you like, I get a break in another thirty minutes, and we could get lunch?”  

           “I have paperwork. Besides, I am not hungry.”

           “Oh, okay, that’s fair.” You tried to ignore the disappointment in his voice. He shook it off. “You really are a dedicated worker. Especially, with the circumstances. Everything is overwhelming. I suppose Jax went over the new schedule they set up for you, right? It’s not too bad. You come in at 7:00 am, hang around with the patient, then go home after his evening medications are administered around 8:00 pm. It’s long but it’s consistent. It seems like some of them are going to be hanging around, so you will have someone to conversate with since it seems like our patient isn’t so talkative. But if any of them give you any trouble, you let me know and I will not hesitate to take care of them.”

           “Thank you, Dr. Na. But I can handle them.”

           That seemed to grab his attention more than your cold behavior. He looked at you with such confusion as he closed the gap between you. “Hey, is something wrong? Did something happen? You can talk to me.”

           You refused to look at him as he tried to catch your gaze, knowing the hurt in his eyes would break you. “Nothing’s wrong, Dr. Na. We are at work, so we should just behave a such, don’t you think?”

           “I guess. But, please, talk to me? I’m sorry about all this weirdness. I tried to get you out of this but they didn’t give me a choice. Look, I promise I will make it up to you. I’ll take you to the best restaurant in town on Friday, and you can have whatever you want. I’ll make sure to treat you extra special after all of this. Anything to get that smile back on your pretty face.”

           You stepped away from him. “I don’t think that’s such a good idea. I will not be able to go with you. Now, if you excuse me,” you tried to move behind the desk, ending the conversation, when he reached out and grasped hold of your hand.

           “Wait, what happened? Please, Y/N, tell me what I have done wrong so I can fix it.”

           You whirled around, eyes flaring with rage. Why couldn’t he just take the hint. “Gee, maybe accepting drugs from a criminal was a wrong step. Did he help you find ‘euphoria’?”

           His eyes went wide as the color drained from his face. “You saw that? I can explain. Please, it’s not what it looks like?”

           “Oh, so it doesn’t look like the head doctor in charge of trying to save the addicts, that are out of their mind with this sex drug, doesn’t have a bag of white powder that was given to him to by a member of a crime syndicate? Because that is exactly what it looks like. No, you don’t get to try and talk your way out of this. I can’t believe you would do this. I really liked you. You were one of the few people who were there for me. How long have you been doing this? Always or after how many patients did you have to see before you got curious? Actually, never mind, I don’t want to know. I may have metaphorically shot myself in the foot and am, now, stuck helping these guys. But you literally have lost all respect for me when you took that and asked for more! Don’t try to talk your way out of this. You know all I’d have to do is scream and someone will come, and everyone will know about you. So, I will tell you how it’s going to happen. I will work with you, professionally. And nothing more; no little conversations outside of patient updates and absolutely interaction outside of that. I will say nothing about this, and you will leave me alone.”

           You didn’t give him time to process before you dropped your finished papers on the desk and leaving through the elevator. Your whole body was shaking from the rage. In the past day and a half, you had lost yourself in emotions you didn’t realize you could have. Emotions you wished you could have unloaded onto your ex after what you had gone through. You needed to get some air and calm down. You wiped some stray tears from the corners of your eyes. It was so hard to see someone you had all but idolized, someone you had been so close to, someone you had could see getting romantically involved with fall so hard. Perhaps this was how it was with Daniel; you couldn’t remember what had drawn you two together in the first place, only that he was there for you. Maybe you weren’t supposed to have a relationship. Your anger was starting to calm into a smoldering emotion in the pit of your stomach as a wave of depression washed over you. You were trapped in a deal you couldn’t remove yourself from, in more possible danger you couldn’t even begin to fathom, and the one positive you thought you have turned out to be rotten. You wanted to see Amber. Perhaps she could talk you out of talking a walk off a short edge.

           The elevator opened on your old floor, still bustling with people as it always had. Since Mr. Kim and his lackeys had requested privacy, who knows what they were really up to, you had time to do whatever. You wanted to see if Amber still had a break around this time and go have a nice talk somewhere. Or you could go hide in the locker rooms and cry out all your frustrations. Thankfully, you caught a glimpse of her messy hair at the desk. You were so distraught that you barely noticed anyone else as you raced over, dropped in the chair next to her, and wrapped your arms around her like a koala.

           “My baby returns to me,” she cheered, hugging you back with all her might. “Girl, you need to dish. What the Pineapple is going on? Jax just redid my whole schedule and won’t tell me anything. I cornered Henry earlier asking about the mysterious Agust Doe since he has disappeared from our computers along with you, but he isn’t talking. Now, I hear that you are not on the shift board and that you’re doing some private care for some V.I.P upstairs. What is going on?”

           “So much is going on. I had to sign a bunch of NDAs and pretty much signed my life away. And I feel like I’m trapped and could really use a hug,” you whined into her shoulder. “I really wish I could tell you everything. What I can say is that the guy I saved has six powerful friends who are paying me more than I make in three years to take care of their friend. But they are so intimidating, and I can’t stay in a room with them for more than a minuet without feeling like I’m going to die. And now I’m concerned that someone’s going to find me and make me pay for just trying to be a decent person. So long story short, I’m not having fun.”

           “Oh, you poor thing,” Amber cooed, letting you whine as much as you needed. “So what you are saying is, I’m going to need to supply you with a bunch of cheap wine to get you to tell me about all the NDA stuff, huh?” You nudged her with your knee, knowing she was kidding but never putting it past her if she really wanted to know. Amber had her ways. “Hey,” she continued, trying to lighten the mood, “just think about that hot date you have with the most perfectly handsome man in the hospital on Friday. That will make all this bad go away.”

           You made a noise before moving away from Amber, the look on your face all telling.

           “What happened,” she asked, all worried that she was about to have hunt someone down, “what did he do? Did he say something bad? Do I have to hide a body?”

           “No,” you moaned, shrugging your shoulders to make it seem less than it was. “Let’s just say I found out something that really changed my mind about dating right now.”

           “What, does he have some freaky fetish?” You set her with a look that made her laugh. “Okay, I’m sorry. No jokes. But I am sorry about that. You seemed so interested. But don’t worry. There are better people out there. We can start friendly and work our way there. And speaking of friendly, you remember Chris, right?”

           Your head shot up. You were so lost in your own misery that you didn’t even realize that Amber had been talking to someone when you walked up to the desk. In front of you, with a polite smile and messy brown hair, was Amber’s friend Chris, Chris with the cute accent. You sunk further into your chair. You had met Christopher Bang once before, briefly, not long enough for him to get a good impression from you. Surely, he had an interesting take on you after all this. Amber had talked about him a few times since you had moved to Central; it hadn’t been the first time she had mentioned him while trying to get you to start dating again.

           “Hey, how you going? Sorry you are having a bad day. From what Amber told me, you’ve had a wicked time, yeah?” Yeah, you mused, his accent is kinda cute.

           “Chris came around to say hi to a friend of his. But no one told him that she got released yesterday. So, we’ve been talking about work and plans to hang out this weekend. Oh, and the new tattoo he wants to add to his sleeve.”

           Oh boy, you rolled your eyes, thinking back to the talk you had with Bangtan, everyone who has a tattoo I’m going to think is part of a gang. Like either of these two would ever do something like that.

           “It’s too bad I missed Sana,” Chris sighed. “I went to the trouble of making all of her favorite foods to cheer her up. It would be a shame to have it go to waste,” he dropped the full bag he carried onto the desk. Your eyes went wide at the delicious smell that radiated from it. Amber pretty much attacked the bag. “Not sure if the hungry one mentioned it, but I work at a restaurant in the inner city with some of my mates. It’s kind of like halfway house for runaways. Our motto is ‘we make stray kids stay’, help give back to the community. Give them a job, a purpose, an avenue for creativity. We do pretty well for ourselves. Maybe when you guys are not too busy, she can bring you by so you can see us at work.”

           You tried to ignore Amber’s coy, pointed look. Seriously, what was with her trying to set you up with her friends? “So thoughtful,” she cheered, “I’m sure your friend won’t mind you sharing this lovely food with the nurses who worked so hard to keep her comfortable. Come on, we’ll show you to the quiet spot where we like to eat and chat. Though, you can’t smoke in here Channie,” she chided with his nickname as she pushed you and Chris along the halls. “I know how you are when you’re relaxing but it is too cold out there to allow your habit.”

           “Oh, no worries. You haven’t heard. I started the patch a few weeks ago.” He rolled up his sleeve to show off the plastic patch stuck to his arm. You remembered Amber mentioning that he had started smoking at a young age because of the intense stress he had been under. And how she had gone all big sister on him in attempts to get him to stop. “Felix and Han have been bugging me about quitting for so long, so I started using the ones you gave me for my birthday this year. One of my regulars thinks he’s got a new brand that is supposed to make you a whole new person.”

           “As long as I don’t have to smell like an ashtray after seeing you anymore, I’m happy,” Amber laughed. “And your future will thank me later. But now, let’s eat.”

              Having lunch with Chris and Amber was definitely a good distraction from all the things swirling in your head. You listened as they chatted about whatever they did in their spare time, just letting their conversation wash over you. By the end of it, after Chris had said goodbye, Amber turned her mothering towards you. She tried to get more out of you about what happened with Henry but you couldn’t bring yourself to talk about it. If Amber knew about the U4-1A, after all she had told you the other day, you would have to bail her out of jail after she jumped Henry. Or worse, she’d figure out that it had something to do with private patient and get herself on their hit list. You brushed her off as best as you could. What you really needed was just to curl up in bed and try and forget everything. Amber became quite insistent about you not going back to your apartment after all the activity down there, pulling on her old rant about just living in her loft. But when you mentioned how your clients were going to drive you home, she all but demanded you have them drop you at her place for safety. And truth be told, it wasn’t the worst idea. Especially since they were being so adamant about not letting you go alone.

           Problem was that you were not willing to get into their car now that you knew they were not just a mafia family, but drug dealers as well. No matter what they said, you wanted nothing to do with them outside of the hospital. When you entered the room to administer the evening rounds of medications, Bangtan had made themselves at home. In your absence, they had brought different pajamas for Suga to wear, a black zip-up hoodie was placed on his shoulders, a different blanket was draped over him, a laptop was resting on the side table, and he had a container of homemade food next to him. Did they just have everything waiting in the car? Jin was fussing at him to eat, all but force feeding him. Jimin and Taehyung were playing music on the laptop, while Jungkook seemed to be engrossed in some mobile game. Ignoring their profession, they had made the cold hospital room seem inviting. RM and J-Hope were talking quietly in the corner of the room. However, you did hear them say that whoever they had watching the building hadn’t seen anything outside to worry about.

           You wore your mask of polite professionalism as they chatted with you while you finished checking up on your patient. He was still as quiet and cold as he was earlier. When no one seemed to have any questions, J-Hope hopped up and declared himself your designated driver for the evening. You tried, again, to tell them how it wasn’t necessary, insisting that if he took you home that the others would be stuck there.

           RM was quick with a response, as if he was sure you would bring that up. “One of us is always going to stay here with Suga-hyung, just in case. Jimin’s going to camp out here tonight. We drove over in two cars this morning. And if we really needed it, one of our men could drive us home. Really, Y/N, it’s okay. Let us do this for you.”

           And that is how you found yourself marching down the hall, bag slung over your shoulder, with J-Hope humming happily next to you. No matter how much happiness he radiated, he couldn’t put you at ease as he had earlier. You didn’t want to be alone in a car with them or have them in your apartment. Sure, you could have him take you to Amber’s, but you didn’t want him to have her on his radar should anything happen. Technically, you could walk to Amber’s. The one downside was that it had turned freezing cold as the sun went down. And, thanks to your private patient, you no longer had a jacket to protect you. As you stepped on to the lobby floor, your long-sleeved undershirt was barely keeping you warm. But you would rather suffer a bit in the cold then put yourself and your friend in anymore danger.

           Then, it hit you.

           “Hey,” you said, coming to a stop, “I forgot my jacket in the locker room. I need to go get it.”

           “Want me to come with you?”

           “No, it’s okay. I’ll be right back. Just wait here,” you gave him a smile before sprinting off back into the depth of the hospital’s halls. Only you weren’t heading to the locker room for a jacket that didn’t exist. You were sneaking out the back ER doors to avoid all the problems. By time he would realize you were gone, you would be half way to the subway that would take you to Amber’s building. By the time you arrived in the morning, you would figure out some excuse to your disappearance and why you were not going to be in a car with them. But for now, it was in your best mental interest to just avoid and escape.

           Slipping out amongst the parked ambulances was easy. Nothing was out of place. You waved at the EMTs sipping their coffees as they said ‘good night’. You wished you had one just to warm your hands. It was colder now than when you had left your apartment. You pulled your arms tight around you as the wind bit against your skin. Just add this to the list of smart things you’ve done recently. You ducked behind a covered alcove of the hospital and sent a quick text to Amber, letting her know you were walking to her loft. You didn’t need to read her reply to know she was yelling at you again for making dumb decisions. It would be fine; once you got to the front side of the building, you’d be able to blend into the crowd so no one would see you, then it was a ten minuet walk to the station, then two stops to Ambers building. You could walk it in your sleep.

           But as you walked past the darkened dumpsters in a not so populated side of the hospital, something grabbed ahold of your hair and yanked you back against a solid body. You couldn’t even let out a scream of surprise before a gloved hand came up clenched your jaw shut.

           “Thought I smelled something pretty. Let’s finish that conversation, little girl.”

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#5

WIP Wednesday!

Also from the beginning of Void Chapter 8:

Jin and Jimin are in the kitchen. Your palms get a bit sweaty as you contemplate whether or not they heard anything from your sleep pod. Your lingering arousal has you flashing back to your various elicit moments with both men. Fantasies about Jin eating you out against the dining room table while Jimin masturbates run through your head. Get it together. You grab some cereal and coffee and sit down at the table next to Jin.

There’s a few moments of silence as Jin chews his food. Then he nudges you with his elbow. “So Jungkook got a pretty early start, huh?”

Jimin gasps. “You can’t just say that!”

“What?” Jin laughs. “Isn’t everything supposed to be out in the open now?”

You nod, though feel less at ease about the whole thing that Jin seems too. “Like the bonobos.”

“Fucking bonobos…” Jimin mutters under his breath, standing up and getting a second cup of coffee.

“Seems more awkward to not talk about it.” Jin continues. “We all know he was in there. Why pretend otherwise?”

“Seems rather un-gentlemanly though…” Jimin says, looking down at his tablet.

All three of your tablets buzz at the same moment. It’s a shipwide message from the commander.

A reminder to all crew members that any activities of a personal nature are to be conducted in the privacy of the sleep pods. They are not appropriate for the public areas of the ship, which are monitored and recorded.”

The choice to put this in a written communication rather than an in-person conversation is surprisingly passive agressive for Namjoon.

Jimin looks directly at you. “What did you do?”

“Why do you assume it was me?”

“She took all her clothes off in the kitchen!” Jin laughs.

“Excuse you! I covered the camera! You’re the one who ran me ass-first into our commanding officer!”

190 notes • Posted 2021-08-04 18:47:30 GMT

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Void Drabble #2

So I found this scene in my notebook but have nowhere to put it because it isn't the OC's POV and it isn't long enough for a bonus chapter. So here... this scene falls time-wise in the middle of chapter 8.

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Jimin hasn't known or cared what day of the week it was for over two years. But today... today is Thursday.

He pulls down two mugs for coffee, one for him and one for her. But hesitates with the coffee carafe in hand. Was bringing her coffee too boyfriendy? Jimin has never been in a casual-monkey-sex-to-save-the-mission-but-not-have-feelings relationship before, if one can even call it a relationship. But she likes coffee, he knows she likes coffee. It's never a bad thing to do something nice, right?

What is his plan anyways? Hey, here's some coffee, wanna bone? Hey here's some coffee, could we cuddle and read the news together on the floor of the sleep pod? Hey, here's some coffee, let's consult our daily schedules and find a mutually agreeable time for some non-romantic fornicating?

"Are you going to pour that or just stare at it?" Yoongi has arrived while Jimin was spiraling and is tapping his foot behind him, waiting for access to the caffeine.

"Oh, uh, yeah, here." Jimin hands over the coffee without filling either mug. Yoongi looks puzzled for a second, glances at the two empty mugs in front of Jimin, but then grabs his own mug, fills it, and settles into a seat at the table with his tablet.

Jimin is left holding the coffee carafe again and puzzling about how best to approach his girlfriend/colleague-he-has-sex-with-once-a-week.

"So today is Thursday," Yoongi says without looking up.

"Yup," Jimin replies. "Which makes tomorrow Friday." I'm going to fuck her today. You're going to fuck her tomorrow. And we're both just supposed to be cool with that.

"Yup," Yoongi says.

Is Yoongi going to fuck her tomorrow? Has he already? How was he just sitting there drinking his coffee and not worrying about any of this.

Jimin puts down the coffee again and spins around to face Yoongi. "This is weird, right?"

"Yup." Yoongi nods, then shrugs. "But it's been weird for a while."

Jimin laughs, finally deciding to just pour the damn coffee. "I suppose so." He adds a scoop of powered milk and a scoop of sugar to his own coffee, but hesitates before adding anything to hers, remembering the way she grimaced the last time he made her coffee.

Jimin turns back around to face his rival again. "Do you know how our botanist prefers her coffee?"

Yoongi clears his throat. "One scoop of milk, no sugar."

No sugar? Jimin frowns as he stirs the milk into her mug. He had assumed he had made it too bitter, not too sweet. What does he actually know about her at all? "I suppose you know how she prefers a lot of things," Jimin says.

Yoongi tries to keep his expression neutral, but Jimin catches just the briefest smirk flit across his face. "Yup," he replies.

Jimin hums to himself in thought as he gathers up the coffees and goes to find his date/bonobo for the day.

272 notes • Posted 2021-08-29 01:07:33 GMT

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WIP Wednesday!

From the opening of Void Chapter 8:

It’s the middle of the night when something brushes against your cheek. You twist away, rolling over in your sleeping bag. The sounds of a summer night back home and running water fill your ears, just enough to drown out the mechanical noises of the ship.. Again, something gentle brushes your cheek, running down the side of your face and caressing across along your jawbone. You scrunch up your face in annoyance and hear a soft chuckle.

It’s a hand stroking your face, more insistent now. A finger traces slowly around your ear, then glides down your cheek and across your lip. It makes your lip tickle and when you lick your lips to soothe them, your tongue brushes across the rough pad of a large thumb.

You open your eyes to find the youngest crew member standing over you in the darkness.

“Jungkook?” you mumble, rubbing your eyes. “What is it?” He’s dressed in his sleep clothes, a plain white t-shirt and pajama pants slung low on his hips. He smiles as he cups your jaw and tilts your face up to look at him.

“It’s Tuesday,” he whispers. You open your mouth to object about the ungodly hour, but he takes the opportunity to pop his thumb right between your lips.

275 notes • Posted 2021-07-28 14:18:12 GMT

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540 notes • Posted 2021-06-20 10:49:42 GMT

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Void - Part 7.5 - Jungkook Interlude (M)

title banner by @rude–jude♡

Genre: Sci-fi with a little angst and a LOT of smut

Pairing: BTS x Reader (yup - all seven)

Summary: You are the only female crew member on a 12 year space mission with seven handsome men. The sexual tension is real, y’all.

Word Count: 3.7k

Part 7.5 / ?

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Warnings: explicit sexual content, poorly negotiated kink, switch!Jungkook (but mostly sub!Jungkook), some slut shaming that goes both ways, slightly dubious consent in the very beginning because she is asleep

Author's Note: So this was originally intended to be the opening scene of Chapter 8, but then it got longer and smuttier than I was expecting, so I thought it would work better as a short stand-alone update. But be warned that it is significantly shorter than my typical Void chapters and Jungkook is the only member we see. I hope you enjoy it!

Crickets chirp and a soft breeze rustles through the grass when something brushes against your cheek. You twist away, rolling over in your sleeping bag. The sounds of a summer night back home fill your ears, just enough to drown out the mechanical noises of the ship. Again, something touches your cheek, running down the side of your face and caressing along your jawbone. You scrunch up your face in annoyance and hear a soft chuckle.

It’s a hand caressing your face, more insistent now. A finger traces around your ear, then glides down your cheek and across your lip. Your lips tickle and when you lick them, your tongue brushes across the rough pad of a large thumb.

You open your eyes to find your youngest crew member floating in front of you in the darkness, illuminated by a sliver of light from the hall, his dark hair fanning out slightly in the zero-g.

“Jungkook?” you mumble, rubbing your eyes. “What is it?” He’s dressed in his sleep clothes: a plain white t-shirt with grey sweatpants slung low on his hips. He smiles as he cups your jaw and tilts your face up to look at him.

“It’s Tuesday,” he whispers. You open your mouth to object about the ungodly hour, but he takes the opportunity to pop his thumb right between your lips. You suck on it automatically, too tired to entirely process what is happening right now.

He chuckles again, pulling himself closer to you. Saliva pools in your mouth as you taste his skin. His body heat is warm enough to reach you even through your sleeping bag. He leans in and places a soft kiss right below your ear, sending shivers up and down your spine. “That’s it,” he whispers in your ear. A surge of arousal courses through you as he pulls himself flush against you.

You gasp as he pulls his thumb from between your lips and drags a wet line over your jaw and down your neck. His hand is warm. “What time is it?” you ask.

He stares at your lower lip, pulling it down just slightly with his thumb. “Almost six,” he answers. Then he kisses you.

Jungkook kisses you like he’s trying to breathe you in, like all the air was sucked from his lungs and you are his oxygen. It’s intoxicating, makes you feel light-headed. He inhales you so deeply, he steals your breath from you.

With the gravity off, your feet float in the air. But Jungkook’s own gravitational field seems to be bringing him closer and closer to you. His whole body presses along you as he wraps you in his arms.

The sleep pod is still dark. All you hear is his deep breathing and then, the unzipping of your sleeping bag. With one arm wrapped around your waist, Jungkook’s other hand begins sneaking its way into the open zipper. His fingers brush across your bare stomach.

“Where is your shirt?” he teases. In the haze of sleep and drunk off his kisses, you can’t remember. Where is your shirt? Where are your pants? Jungkook’s fingers reach your bare thigh. “No pants either…” He laughs softly.

“Oh shit.” Your stomach lurches as you realize where you left your shirt. “Wait.” You break away from Jungkook to catch your breath. “My shirt…”

“You remember now?” Jungkook laughs, pulling a small white bundle out of the pocket of his pants. “You left it hanging over the kitchen camera.”

Your ears burn as you snatch your shirt from his hands. “Sorry,” you mutter.

“Quite a scandalous thing to do, leaving your clothing strewn all over the ship.” Jungkook licks his lips. “Sends quite the message to everyone.”

Your heart skips a beat. The throbbing sensation that rushes through you is a confusing mix of guilt, arousal, and embarrassment all at once. “I didn’t…”

“Didn’t what?” Jungkook asks, pulling himself closer again, arms wrapping around your waist. “Didn’t ask me to fuck you?”

No… you definitely did that.

His hands are back inside your sleeping bag. “Didn’t strip your clothes off and spread your legs right in front of my ramen?”

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Monster Hunter Ch. 1

Pairing: Will Ransome x Female Reader

Words: 1,516

Summary: The year was 1893 in Aldwinter Essex and William Ransome, vicar, has been battling with his towns people and the myth of monsters. Especially, after strange things keep happening in town, most recently an earthquake and even children and locals reporting the sighting of a blackwater beast. Although Will, himself doesn't believe in monsters he's been struggling to convince the town people otherwise. The problem further escalates when men of the town all begin having similar dreams and describe the same woman appearing in them. After each person has these dreams, they seem to be weaker either physically or mentally and, in most cases, have been found dead. The dreams also only started occurring after a new spinster named Y/N moved in on the outskirts of town. With all the increasing rumors, Will is forced to step in and begin to decipher what's happening especially whether he believes these things are real.  

Warnings: yes there is smut in the first piece, but it’s just with Will’s wife. Fingering and P in the V

Tiny Tag List: @venusofthehardsells @spooky1980

Notes: This story first of all wouldn’t be happening without @venusofthehardsells she was the on who first introduced me to these Tom Hiddleston photos. Which in thus created a thirst and need for a fic. But the fic is now a series! I also have not actually read The Essex Serpent and have no idea how the show is going to go, so this is my OWN interpretation and telling of his character. Please enjoy, like, reblog, and leave lots of comments!

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Will's P.O.V

I had spent another long grueling day arguing with the members of my communion about whether the myths and monsters circulating our small town were real. The rumors began last summer and only thus worsened. I'm at my wits end with it all, and just need a way to qualm what the town is currently feeling. As I worked my way back into my office, I couldn't help but think that the new spinster, Y/N, on the outskirts of town had to have something to do with this all. Considering she had moved in around last summer when the blackwater beast stories first presented themselves. But now that she, herself, was appearing in men's dreams, and then a lot of those men found dead. It was suspicious and she surely has something to do with it all, maybe if not monsters and myths than some type of black magic or witchery.  

By the time I made it back to my office I couldn't help but pull out my hidden bottle of gin and pour myself a drink before I sat down. I manage to swallow the drink all in one swig and end up pouring myself another. Sitting down at my desk with the bottle, I press my fingers to my temples and hunch over the desk. Pondering what's been happening to my small town and why everything's suddenly topsy-turvy. I also can't help but think about how this is going to further affect the towns faith in God, especially thier view him. While my thoughts are still swirling, I throw back my second drink and decide to pour another.  

As if I have a chance to relax though, there's an overflowing pile of paperwork on my desk I still need to sort out. As well as a stack of mail that's been neglected for far too long. That's when I decide it's time to down my third drink and start sorting through the paperwork and at least categorizing it. By the time I finish organizing I have a stack of marriage certificates, christenings, new memberships, and even a decent amount of death certificates. The mail will have to wait until the morning I haven't been home all week; I keep falling asleep in my office or waking up somewhere in the pews. But I know my wife is beginning to worry and I should probably make my way home before I get stuck here.  

I pour myself one final drink for the road, throw it back and begin to push myself to my feet. I tuck the gin back in its hiding place within the bookshelf and begin to shut down the building while heading out. Specifically, blowing out all the candles, turning off oil lamps and locking the doors. Even in a buzzed stupor those are things I never forget.  

I stumble down the steps of the church and make it to the cobblestone street heading towards home. Even though there aren't many streetlamps providing light, there's a clear sky and a full moon making everything gleam and glisten in the dark. As I continue my march home, I pass one of the local pubs and see none other than Y/N, herself outside it. Conversing with John Smith, one of the older blacksmiths. It seems to be a deep intimate moment, that I interrupt by holding my gaze towards them too long. Catching their attention and weird glares back. I tip my head to them and continue walking, hoping I haven't soured their mood.  

By the time I make it home, I can see all the oil lamps are off and two candles going, one in my bedroom meaning the Mrs.'s is up reading or waiting for me. And one in the kitchen, she must have put leftovers out for me. How many times has that this happened this week? I don't want to disturb anybody, so I enter the house through the rear door that leads directly into the kitchen. There's a plate of cold food on the table for me, that I scarf down ravenously. With how little I've been home; I really haven't been eating either. Once I'm done, I rinse off the dishes, setting them aside to be washed in the morning and blow out the candle.  

I slowly make my way upstairs and begin to plot ways to get myself out of this argument with my wife. Maybe because the kids were still sleeping, she'd put off the spat and wait till she sent them off too school or her parents. Either way I wasn't prepared to walk in and find her sitting naked in the candlelight. It's almost like she knew I'd finally make my way home tonight. That or she's been truly waiting each night like this for my return home. Either way I didn't deserve a woman as good as her.  

Her sultry voice broke my shocked stupor, "I was beginning to wonder when I'd ever see you again."

I run my hands through my hair, a nervous habit, and work up a response, "you know, I can't rest easy until I convince everyone that this blackwater serpent isn't real. And now I have reports of Y/N appearing in men's dreams and a lot of those men begin found dead within a couple days or weeks shortly thereafter."

I must have been running my mouth because by the time I look to my wife again she is already up from the bed and stripping me of my clothing.  

"I understand that this is a huge deal honey, but you can't keep burning the candle at both ends and pushing yourself like this," she states while finishing pulling the reaming clothes from my body. "Come, join me in bed maybe if I provide my wifely duties, I can help break you out of this stump." Which is followed by her hands caressing my chest and moving up towards my neck, face and into my hair. Where she pulls my gaze to hers to get a clear look in my eyes. I know she can see how tired and stressed out I am.  

I let her pull me into bed, she makes it so I land on top of her, and I can't help but agree that now would be a good time to have sex. It also means she isn't mad or at least she's trying to amend things this way instead. I begin to kiss her and settle myself in between her legs where my member begins to harden against her. Our kissing becomes passionate, and I feel her entrance slicken. I slide my fingers along her slit and begin to spread her wetness around causing mewls to spill from her mouth into mine. Once she's decently wet, I slip a finger and then two into her, working them at a steady pace. While I move my lips to her chest and tell her she must quiet herself or else she'll wake the children in a hushed mummer.  

After I feel her cum around my finger, I work that same hand over my member, making sure to get it nice and wet. Then I line myself up with her entrance and push in slowly, while putting my hand over her mouth.  

"You just can't help yourself tonight my dear," I mumble into her ear while giving her a chance to adjust to my member in her. She bites my hand, a clear sign I need to get a move on, and I begin to push myself in and out of her tight channel. The pace isn't slow for long though and I begin pounding into her. Her whines spilling out but muffled behind my hand.  

"I know your close again, cum with me yeah?" She nods and with that I drop my hips lower changing the angle. Which immediately triggers her orgasm, causing her tight channel to milk me and pushing me into my orgasm. I pump my seed into her and then roll of to the side. Pulling her tightly into my arms I drift off into sleep thinking about Y/N, John Smith, and the rumors circulating our small town.  

[captainkirbypunch]

My love has left tumblr once again.

As many of you may know, the account under the name MDZADR, has left tumblr. They felt unsafe in their fandom, and as such have deleted their tumblr and AO3 account due to the bad memories linked to them.

As a part of their departure, they have asked me to post something in their name, as follows.

If you want more details about how I came to this realization, continue to read. If not, here is your summary:

TL;DR: For the safety and health of this fandom, I wanted to spread the word that Mooping-10 is filled with people who absolutely cannot be trusted, creating a very hazardous environment for the zadr community, and MelodyoftheVoid is connected to all of those people, living a double life amongst those of us that don’t “ship zadr correctly.” She has plenty of friends her inner circle knows nothing about, and nobody on either side knows who she really is. 

Full story below.

I’m sorry I didn’t say goodbye. Nobody did anything to me today, but this just wasn’t worth it.

My AO3 and tumblr are both gone. I didn’t say goodbye because I didn’t want to look like an attention seeker.

Here’s the thing. I wasn’t going to name drop, but you guys need to know the truth. I’m instructing my boyfriend (hi y’all) to turn asks off for his own safety after this because this is going to be a nightmare, but... allow me to tell you the full story. I’ll try to break up the text so it’s less difficult to read, but this is important. I’m sorry to air discourse so publicly, but please... I need you to listen to me.

I’ll start from the beginning, without being vague anymore about who “she” is. I request that you please read the whole thing and not skip parts of it. The whole story matters.

I finally returned to the fandom about two months or so ago. As I’ve mentioned, I don’t do well in my thoughts while left alone too long, so I posted saying I would stop messaging people I knew because I didn’t want to bother them. There were only two people I was talking to at the time, but one of them is famous so I didn’t want to message her directly saying that. Doing so would have put her in a position of feeling obligated to say “you’re not bothering me” rather than just simply being able to sigh with relief from no longer being contacted. 

But the first person to contact me was the famous person, and she asked if I was okay, and told me she liked talking to me.

God, I actually cried.

But, that’s just her. Melodyofthevoid is the type of person to talk to people in the fandom, totally unaware of her demigod status. She comments on stories, interacts on posts, messages first... a pillar of kindness, so it seemed.

But let the story continue.

Over time, we were talking more often. 

Mostly sending memes (cause everyone I knew, myself included, aren’t exactly great at holding conversations. No shade. Memes are a love language). I was still in the hero worship stage of our relationship, so my view of her was that that was perfect.

Now, let me bridge a connection with a new story idea I got around December 28th or so, and my thinking she was perfect.

I had recently finished watching Madoka and questioned “If I had magical powers, what would they be?” It then turned into its own story idea, basing creators’ powers around the strengths and weaknesses in creations. I actually realized “oh fuck. My stuff is incoherent. My friends’ works aren’t too different...”

Thus spawned the name “Incoherent” for the project.

What does that have to do with this? Well, here’s the thing that really fucked everything up quickly. 

This was not on purpose, because originally the project (which I had told nobody of yet at the time) was all about improving your works, making platonic friends, dressing our personas in cute outfits, and writing fun magic.

While listening to music and thinking of the story one day, my brain accidentally shipped my persona with hers, and I couldn’t unsee it. And I’m lousy at keeping my own secrets (other’s are different) so she found out on probably day one or two about my weird crush because of an ask meme of all things. 

She didn’t try to put me off any, which was another problem for future things to come, and so I decided that since Incoherent was finally making me feel alive again and feeling the euphoric feelings of love wouldn’t hurt anything (I figured they’d mellow out on their own eventually because that’s how infatuation works) since they helped fuel my inspiration, and then we would just continue from friends to better friends one day and this part of our lives would be over.

Besides, the forbidden is attractive somehow, and makes stories more entertaining. She’s aro/ace, so I had no chance anyway. Someone safe to crush on, in her own way.

This isn’t a story of a love betrayal however. There was no such thing. But it’s important to the story because Incoherent is where my mistakes were made, and hers brought to light.

By this time, I had a handful of people I was talking to, and I created a discord server for the project. Only my boyfriend (hi!) and I were in it at the time. I was not-so-subtly asking my friends what they’d look like if they were a magical person, what their names would be... I thought I would have had to lure Melody in to make her want to join us, but I managed to get her in very easily. Everyone was happy and excited! It was a no obligation, no time limit thing for us to enjoy, a little sandbox to play around in. 

Sure there were plans to make it bigger and I was working on art to the best of my ability, but it was gonna be a fun thing mostly. No pressure on anyone.

And how things started becoming a problem was that the rest of us posted publicly about the project and interacted with each other’s posts relating to the story, but she had started to interact publicly less and less with our things, and everyone noticed it.

It wasn’t because we were greedy and wanted the popular girl to reblog our things. It’s because we had a feeling she was ashamed of being seen publicly with us. The reason we were worried before then and started making that connection was because I mentioned I was going to ask another user if they were interested in joining Incoherent. Melody was the only one that seemed uncomfortable, and I messaged her asking about it. We agreed I wouldn’t invite that person but I knew things were off about it.

That person is like me. How long until Melody didn’t want to talk to me anymore? A few days ago, the other shoe finally dropped. A member of our little group and I were talking and (let’s call them Friend for simplicity. They asked to not be name dropped here) Friend was worried they had made Melody upset by tagging her in a meme picture they drew of her persona, and the two had agreed that Friend remove the tag. This spawned an anxiety-filled conversation where Friend and I expressed our concerns about Melody not interacting with the project, or us.

So since I wanted reassurance that that wasn’t the case, I messaged Melody with my concerns. I told her I had the feeling she was ashamed of being seen in public with us because of her friends, and she didn’t refute me. She simply told me to go get some rest. I messaged back with “I’m right.”

I deleted Discord off my phone for hours and nearly deleted my Tumblr, AO3, and the server after my boyfriend helped pass messages between us. Melody confessed that was the case because her friends expressed discomfort with my works, and she was playing both sides.

Her words, not mine.

Melody told me she would be withdrawing from the Incoherent project because it wasn’t fair to us if her heart wasn’t in it.

She didn’t stand up on my behalf when they said things about me. Her friends are the type who talk behind creators’ backs for shipping zadr “incorrectly.” Worse than antis because they actually participate in the “pro-shipping” side of the fandom. I broke that day and messaged her at 3 am.

We finally spoke at 3pm. We both missed each other. I tried to understand more. I wanted it to be more like a conversation rather than an interrogation. It was only one-sided however, and she never opened up further. And I made some mistakes and poor choices of words, and we ended up parting ways permanently right there. 

I nearly deleted everything, but much like a coma patient attached to many machines on a hospital bed, my blog was kept alive a little longer by people sending kind words in droves. I was briefly fuelled by spite, wishing to watch the world burn by making everyone on the "correct" side of the fandom upset by posting the worst, most vile content this fandom has ever seen.

I was also welcomed with open arms by a very kind server with fellow degenerates, all of them screaming and crying and partying when they managed to get me in their server. It was so heartwarming...

But as I spoke to others about my situation, I realized something. A disturbing pattern.

People telling me horror stories about how Mooping-10 was cult-like. How the people running it were antis. I was even told once that they have a secondary server where they go to have their talks and do their work, likely the place where the real bashing is held.

The server itself has rules against such behavior, but I suppose it's different when they do it.

One person (and this is the most unnerving part for me, personally) told me Melody actually set off alarm bells in their head without having even done anything yet, and the most disturbing part of the story was that one of the moderators was afraid and upset because they got Covid, and received basically no moral support at all. Only getting told "spoiler that. Sorry you got Covid".

I was horrified. That server has 100 people in it. How many of them are the same? They act like popular kids in school who picked up an unpopular main character and then bash others, and the main character joined in because they don't want to be left behind by their new "friends".

To put it short, back to my point:

TL;DR: I simply only wanted to spread the word that: Mooping-10 is filled with people who absolutely cannot be trusted, creating a very hazardous environment for the zadr community, and Melodyofthevoid is connected to all of those people, living a double life amongst those of us that don't "ship zadr correctly". She has plenty of friends her inner circle knows nothing about, and nobody on either side knows who she really is.

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#5

Bloodlines

Summary: When an explosion traps them in the same doomed escape pod, Obi-Wan, Anakin, and Dooku are stranded together on Tatooine. The goal is simple: cooperate long enough to survive, and not a second longer. But a shared past has a way of connecting the people we think we know—and bloodlines run deep.

[or: your classic family road trip across a desert planet, except your grandpa is, you know, a Sith Lord. And now he's sort of starting to bond with your dad. And that might be an issue.]; 9 chapters, updated Sundays

“It bothers you, doesn’t it?” Anakin said. “You’re distracted. On Geonosis. On Florrum. Even now.”

“What bothers me?”

“Him.” The ship lifted off the ground, and Anakin used the moment of turbulence to decide how to phrase his next words. “He’s bound to you, in some weird way. Like you said—even if you never learned from Dooku directly, he’s played some role in the person you are now,” he said. “I mean, he’s your grandmaster.”

“He was my grandmaster,” Obi-Wan correctly, with a bit more sharpness than Anakin expected to hear. “And, in any case, I never met him before he left the Order. He’s a Sith Lord—and as long as I’ve known him, he’s always been a Sith Lord. There’s nothing lost. Nothing to mourn.”

“So then why do you get so unbalanced?”

There was a long moment of nothing—nothing but the hum of the ship and the swirl of clouds as they lifted from the atmosphere—during which Anakin wondered if Obi-Wan would answer at all. Wondered if he’d pushed just a little too hard.

But then he exhaled, rubbing a hand down his face.

“Imagine…imagine you fighting Qui-Gon.”

“That’s not the same,” Anakin said. Then, stating the obvious, added, “Qui-Gon wasn’t a literal Sith Lord. And besides. I knew him.”

“Did you?”

Anakin opened his mouth to insist that of course he did. Qui-Gon was a good man—a leader, wise and bold, who freed slaves and fought evil and protected the weak and weary. But then he found his mind trailing to back to when he was young—to the few times Obi-Wan had actually managed to speak of his old Master. The memories he’d alluded to, ones that didn’t seem at all like the Qui-Gon he remembered. There had been something about children on a war-torn planet—the name of which Anakin couldn’t remember now—whom Qui-Gon had argued weren’t theirs to save. Something about another Padawan, before Obi-Wan. Something about loss. As the fragments came back to him, Anakin suddenly wondered how much he didn’t know.

Still, he shook his head. “I knew enough.”

“Yes, that is usually the way of things. With those who’ve raised us, we know enough. But we will never know everything,” he said. “Twelve years with Qui-Gon taught me a great many things. But I never did learn who he really was—at his core.”

His fingers drummed against his knee, and Anakin could practically hear the rhythm. Anakin didn’t speak, hoping his silence would keep Obi-Wan talking—an old negotiation trick his Master had taught him long ago—and, as expected, it worked.

“Once, after he died, I found his old journals. I was cleaning out his room,” he said. “Most of the writing was illegible anyhow. But I suppose…reading tidbits of his life before me was a reminder that, well…there was a before. And there would be an after. Well, there would have been.” He cleared his throat, eyes cast down. “That’s the thing about those who’ve raised us—they live so much life without you, while you’ve never lived a day without them.”

“Until you have to.”

“Yes,” Obi-Wan replied, his voice much softer now. “Until you have to.”

Silence engulfed them as the ship broke atmosphere. Anakin leaned forward and oriented the ship, dragging them against the pull of gravity, until he could send them into hyperspace. As the stars turned to streaks, Obi-Wan leaned back and closed his eyes. And in the passing moments, they both tried to forget about it—about Dooku and lineages and people who leave.

And they did.

Until the next time.

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367 notes • Posted 2021-02-14 23:17:20 GMT

#4

okay i’m obsessed with obi-wan being tired/exhausted/maybe not feeling 100% and he gets much more touch-needy than usual- he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it but he brushes his hand over cody’s arm when he passes, his shoulder leans a little more into anakin when they sit waiting for battle, he would MELT if anyone caressed his cheek (of course he doesn’t think that would ever happen) etc etc etc etc

It was a few days after the second battle of Geonosis that Cody started to notice it.

He hadn't been there when the transport went down at Point Rain—hadn't even seen Obi-Wan until he was collapsed against a storage crate, covered in grime and blood and Geonosian dust—but he knew it had been bad. Kix had begrudgingly discharged him from medbay the night before. But they'd both seen the pallor in face and unsteady way he stood, and Kix had shot Cody a look and mouthed the words:

"Keep an eye on him."

And Cody did. Well, even more than usual, that is.

So he was watching now, as the holograms of the Jedi Council flickered out and Obi-Wan exhaled shakily. The meeting had gone long, and he'd been growing more and more pale—looking much like the holos that surrounded them. Cody's eyes narrowed.

"Sit," General Skywalker said, quickly pulling up a chair. "That was a long time for you to stand."

"I'm fine," Obi-Wan replied. But he sank into the chair anyway, folding forward with his elbows on his knees.

Skywalker sat down beside him.

And when Obi-Wan's head started to bob sideways before landing lightly against Anakin's shoulder, Cody pretended not to notice.

—

But the next time, he couldn't pretend.

They were doing paperwork while the ship hurdled through hyperspace. General Skywalker had insisted on meeting in Obi-Wan's quarters instead of the conference room—that way he could "rest and keep comfortable," as per Kix's orders—so Cody and Obi-Wan now shared the couch, while Skywalker spread out his work on the floor.

It was just the two of them now—Skywalker had gone off to train with Commander Tano, leaving them in comfortable silence. Every once in a while Cody felt his eyes slide sideways, watching Obi-Wan scroll and type into his datapad, occasionally pausing to rub his eyes.

He looked down to their empty mugs on the coffee table. "More tea?"

Obi-Wan blinked, as if disoriented. "No, I—I think I'll just get some water. Do you want any?"

"I'll get it," Cody said, moving to stand.

"No, let me."

He stood. But as he did so—

Cody froze.

Obi-Wan had squeezed his wrist.

He supposed that wasn't too out of the ordinary—he'd seen Obi-Wan casually reach for General Skywalker's shoulder plenty of times. But he also knew that Obi-Wan wasn't one to do much of anything casually. Only when he really wasn't himself—

Obi-Wan was returning before Cody could finish the thought, passing him a glass of water with unsteady hands. When he sank down to the couch again, though, this time he was closer. His shoulder pressed lightly against Cody's. He could feel the warmth against his arm.

Cody forced himself to stare at the datapad.

But beside him, Obi-Wan didn't bother lifting his own. He was staring into the glass of water, looking dazed, his eyes dull and empty.

Cody moved his elbow just so, bumping Obi-Wan's lightly. Obi-Wan almost seemed to lean into the touch. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Obi-Wan said, blinking quickly. As if to shake himself back to the here and now. "I'm sorry. I just—haven't been sleeping well."

Cody exhaled. "Since Geonosis?"

Obi-Wan hesitated before he nodded. "The pain...well, it flares at night."

Cody knew better than to say anything. If he suggested medbay, Obi-Wan would just wave him away and this brief moment of honesty would be gone. So instead he just nodded. Looked down at his knees. Pretending his wasn't watching Obi-Wan out of the corner of his eye.

Sometimes he thought he had his General memorized—from his voice to his mannerisms to the way his eyes changed depending who he was looking at (not that Cody was looking into his eyes, but...well—)

And so he noticed. He noticed when Obi-Wan's posture began to droop, and his eyelids started to flutter more slowly each time he blinked, until they were nearly closed.

Cody turned as Obi-Wan started to sway sideways. And then, before he could stop himself or even knew what he was doing, Cody's hand went gently to Obi-Wan's cheek.

He was just trying to catch him—stop him from falling and startling awake in panic. But when Obi-Wan's eyes fluttered lightly open, he didn't startle. He didn't pull away.

He leaned into the hand on his cheek and moved closer.

When Cody trusted himself to speak, he swallowed. "You should try to sleep."

Obi-Wan shook his head. "I shouldn't. Not now. I'll mess with my sleep cycle, you know how it is in hyperspace—"

But he was still letting Cody's thumb rub against the hair behind his ear, tucking a few graying strands back where they belonged. "Maybe," Cody said, unable to stop himself from smiling. "But it looks like you're about to do it anyway."

And no sooner had he spoken, Obi-Wan's eyes were closing again. His weight fell fully against Cody, and his breathing grew deep and rhythmic, and his hands fell limply at his sides.

Cody huffed a quiet laugh. And though he supposed he could move away—let Obi-Wan have the full couch to himself, as he probably should have—he didn't.

And when Anakin would find them later—Cody's arm resting on Obi-Wan's shoulders, quietly dozing away—he pretended not to notice.

503 notes • Posted 2021-07-16 00:53:23 GMT

#3

a padawan’s dictionary

753 notes • Posted 2021-02-01 22:46:39 GMT

#2

I'm cracking up at this picture from the sw visual encyclopedia like...the way he's smiling!! the awkward pose!! was this jedi picture day at school? did obi-wan iron his robes that morning and remind him not to get droid grease on them before the photo, did he remind him to comb his hair and smile nicely?

also just....if that were a thing, and every jedi youngling gets their picture taken and added to the archives...just imagine Anakin's delight when he finds old pictures of baby obi-wan and how he'll use that as blackmail for as long as he lives

958 notes • Posted 2021-11-29 03:35:53 GMT

#1

you ever think about the fact that mustafar is all the way across the galaxy from coruscant? and so when obi-wan stowed away on padme’s ship to get to anakin, he had to sit there in that storage compartment the entire time, for hours. maybe even days. just thinking about that security recording, about what he had to do, about what went wrong between ‘goodbye, old friend’ and goodbye forever.

at least it was good practice for the rest of his life on tatooine.

1070 notes • Posted 2021-03-13 00:44:30 GMT

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