#but that probably because of the switch. its 3 pm so...

[panvnsleake]

i think im...kind of getting it? -🥤

[trickgenderr]

married life w logan?

— Married to Logan Howlett !

(i hope u actually meant logen howlett o-o)

pairing: logen howlett x gn!reader

theme: headcanons !

cw: bad writing, some nsfw content, creampie, pain kink, i think thats all...

This MIGHT be out of character (probably is) because it has been a while since I've watched the x-men movies or watched anything remotely close to it (last thing was wolverine and deadpool and that was while i was half passed out on a plane) so this might be kinda bad </3 also didn't know which logan to use, so this is open for whatever logan you want i guess.

english is not my first language!! :3

husband!logan, who moves with you into a cabbin, somewhere in the woods where you two would be all alone. the man likes his privacy. and even if he loves his friends, he probably doesn't wanna stay at the x-men mansion with you.

husband!logan, who isn't that affectionate in public, maybe too scared he might lose you as well, but is all over you when you are home alone. just touching and kissing, mostly acts of service tho.

husband!logan, who loves making small gifts. sometimes he buys you flowers, or maybe clothes or just makes you breakfast. maybe he also starts working with wood, and little wooden statues are just placed around all over your house.

husband!logan, who is your personal heater. he wraps his whole body around you (if that's physical possible) whenever you mention you are cold.

husband!logan, who loves picking out outfits for you. half an hour or maybe even an hour of your mornings are wasted with you giving logan a fashion show and he decides what you wear for the day. (he probably gets hard lol).

husband!logan, who is a little possessive. he rubs himself against you, like a cat or dog, to scent you. he tells you it's his animal instinct. but you think it's cute.

husband!logan, who loves manhandling you when thinks get heated but also enjoys getting bended in half. this man is a switch!

husband!logan with a breeding kink. just moaning into your ear how much he wants to fill you up, grinding his hips against yours as he shoots his load into you. he also probably begs to get creampied when you bend him over the next surface, babbling and whining as you pound into him. he see's stars when he feels you painting his walls white.

husband!logan, who carries a picture with you everywhere. just sitting in his pocket whenever he does everyday normal things. and you definitely have a picture of him, too, always carrying each other around when you are apart.

husband!logan, who loves eating meals with you. he actually likes being somewhat domestic, maybe even cooking together and then giggling and feeding each other at the table like some lovesick teenagers.

husband!logan, who loves being scratched. he is always afraid to hurt you with his claws but he himself is a whore for pain. slap him, scratch him, spank him, and he is putty in your hands.

husband!logan, who gives you the cheesiest nicknames known to mankind. of course, also the basics like "darlin'" or "sweetheart". but also things like "sweat pea" or "snookums" in some sing-sang voice whenever he's looking for you around the house.

its like 11 pm, and i drank too much bubble tea. This is all my brain could fart out,,, im sorry 💔

[homestuckreplay]

In Another Timeline, I Found A Good Title For This Post

(page 1196-1219; timeline theories)

The pacing of this intermission is kind of unbelievable – double digit pages for the past five days in a row. With that, all four members of the Midnight Crew have been introduced, so I’ve put together this quick table showing some of the patterns we’ve seen so far. About 75% of the time I spent making this was researching hat styles.

Page 1211 was the moment I really bought into this intermission. Up til now it’s been fun, but I have been missing the beta kids. But ‘You're gonna jump to a timeline where he's dead’ has really grabbed me, because this is new – as far as we know, Acts 1-3 took place in a single timeline, where loops are closed and everything’s stable. Now, the possibilities are anything. Calling it now that we’ll learn in Act 4 that a critical earlier event actually happened in a different timeline to everything else.

Also the two of spades turning into Slick’s licorice scottie dogs between panels is a really good bit. It ALMOST makes up for the ‘jack king off’ joke on page 1197, which is probably the worst joke in Homestuck so far.

This page is another highlight! Slick literally did build this town, and it looks totally different from the green-tinged complex architecture of now. I guess this is the flaw in Die’s powers – he can travel to a timeline where somebody is dead, but he can’t choose which one. He’s equally likely to get a timeline where Slick died today as one where Slick died before ever building the town. And maybe more importantly… this page looks kind of like a color switched version of page 248, another wasteland with a city in the distance (although this new one has other planets circling overhead).

So, most likely, Spades Slick and Jack Noir are versions of the same character from different timelines, and that’s why they’re not aware of each other. In the HS timeline, the character becomes a prominent agent of the dark kingdom, while in the MC timeline, he becomes an underground criminal/architect/construction worker on a planet that probably isn’t Earth, and might not even be in the Incipisphere. A city planner would fit right in with WV, PM and AR’s civic infrastructure theme. So the question is, what determines if a NPC leaves the game and returns to the outside universe? And does this mean Jack Noir could also leave, go to Earth, and be the future character who starts off in Dave’s location and flies to join the other three?

It does seem significant that on what’s apparently an alien planet, there is so much human paraphernalia. As well as the Crosbytop and Foxworthy photo, Deuce has a Stretch Armstrong doll. Surely this planet has its own celebrities to draw from. Alchemy still seems likely – Dave definitely has the components in this house to alchemize this doll. And there is a strong suggestion that appearification and sendification could work between planets or into/out of the Incipisphere – page 733 gives a good look at the screen on WV’s appearifier, which could be adjusted to the Incipisphere with the right key. That key isn’t Slick’s spade key, but someone has it. Maybe Snowman or Lord English or Diamonds Droog (who seems a fair bit more competent than Slick). And obviously we know there’s lots of Skaian technology on Earth, but it’s now possible there could be items from this other alien planet, too. Say, rocket boards.

And as a final red string theory (‘Red Strings’ title of DD’s magazine??), Boxcars hypothesizes that ‘you've got to alter the flow of time itself’ to open the Felt’s safe (p.1218). This is a story where one specific time of day has been really important, and has come up over and over again, and now there’s a whole mansion and group of previously unknown characters whose whole deal is controlling and changing time – among other things, these people can decide when it is 4:13 and when it isn’t. Clock faces are the same on this planet as they are on Earth, and the current time is 12:13pm – also the time on Jade’s island at the start of Act 3, for what it’s worth – and Boxcars’ plan to blow up this very important clock feels significant when we know that some places are outside the flow of time of the universe, AND there’s multiple timelines here, which could potentially converge if time is otherwise stopped.

I’m out here getting my head all tangled over this timeline stuff, but the Midnight Crew are not at all. Droog, especially, has this ‘just another day at the office’ familiarity with time travel. He and his crew don’t engage in it at all, but they know what’s up, and it’s no different to knowing what type of disguise or getaway car a rival gang uses. What a fucking idiot, they’ve totally given themself away with this ‘punching me from the future’ move yet again. This moment on page 1203 looks like a stable loop, even if nothing else is – Deuce has arrived after being radioed for backup, and Droog’s trail leads up the stairs, where we know he went after being punched.

Droog and Deuce are both great characters. Droog is like the second in command who’s actually way more competent than the leader. He has clear parallels with Dad Egbert, sort of Dad’s dark mirror, with the same attention to suits and to backup versions of his clothes. Dad also has multiple backup hats, although some are in different styles (p.72), multiple backup pipes, and lots of identical shoes and ties (p.948). We haven’t actually seen a DD analog on the ominous planet – only SS (p.953) and HB (p.957) – so either Dad is going to meet this DD analog, befriend him and be sheltered by him now that he’s escaped prison, OR (more compelling), he’s going to disguise himself as an ominous citizen and BECOME the DD analog in the HS timeline.

As for CD, I just think he’s neat. I love that he’s wearing two hats and one of them is a bomb.

[bainlover]

intro... again.

call me leonard ( or leo )

he / it + neos ( thee / thou / thine ; that / that's ; bro/bro's ).

audhd + spoonie. slightly brain damaged. mentally ill. rabies pride.

transmasculine + intersex. i don't have a gender — i'm a biological organism. not a woman or a man or anything else.

masculine or neutral terminology only, unless i give you explicit consent otherwise. this comes with trust.

i'm 18*, tumblr. any media i post is obviously art.

favorite times are one am to six pm. ( think real hard about this one )

proud paraphile and freak of nature.

formerly bainfucker and bainslut

i love making friends and talking to those who are like-minded, but i am not interested in romantic relationships. i have had horrible relationships experiences in the past, thus eliminating my desire to date online or do long distance.

more below the cut. read it, for fuck's sake. i didn't make it all pretty for you not to look.

so.... what's the point of this blog?

your guess is as good as mine, princess. i'll probably ramble a shit ton about my interests in all form of the word, post fantasies, and maybe the occasional piece of media.

who can interact & byf

i don't really have a dni becides... y'know... bigots. just know — nazis, racists, transphobes, homophobes. this isn't a safe space for hate. (cishet men are on thin ice. people with detrans kinks are also on even thinner ice).

know that i am a friendly person. please don't be intimidated by me. i'm a loser irl!!however... opening with lines like this will get you blocked and posted to the hall of shame.

all about me.

so — you know i'm leonard. i'm disabled and not of sound mind. and a big fat queer ( bisexual fits i guess ; queer feels better though ) a big bad paraphile. what else am i? lets see!! some talking points below.

intrests

music, cats, doctor who, garfield, my singing monsters, roleplaying, writing, reading, fanfics, takin' over the asylum, jjba, spongebob, broadchurch, tf2, gravity falls, cosplay, little misfortune, fran bow, nudibranches, cooking, museums, flamingo / albert, kandi making, dan vs, leather, good omens, dexter, learning about history in general, being a good person.

paraphillias!

please note — if applicable, anything that is also an autopara, i will highlight it in orange because yay!

aam, alvinolagnia, autonecrophillia, biastophillia, bromidrophilia, cannibalism, capnolagnia, cheirophilia, crurophilia, dacrophilia, exhibitionism & vouyerism, fictophilia, frotteurism, heliophilia, hematolagnia, hierophilia, hoplophilia, klismaphilia, objectum, odaxelagnia, omaroshi, pictophilia, piquerism, pyrophillia, robophilia, sadomasochism, sitophilia, somnophilia, troilism, urolagnia, vampirism, zoo ++ probs more

im not the best at identifying stuff, so some things may be misinterpreted, and my personal contact stance with a lot of this shit varies. i dont care what others do, as long as it's consentual.

anonnies <3

I LOOOOVE MY ANONS!!! MWAHMWAHMWAHMWAH!! ( btw — if you need to vent and don't want a response? just do it in my inbox. let me know to delete it. want advice? ask away! just for the love of god, clarify what you want. )

i'll add them as they come.

🖤, 🦊

tags

#leonard yaps — texposts

#leonard answers yer asks — self explanatory.

#leonards pictures — pictures of moi 🫶

#leonards hall of shame — where i post people who fucking suck ass at functioning in conversations.

misc. info!

i have telegram and telegaurd. do not ask me about discord or snapchat. i do have session, but i HATE it, so i use it the least.

i am a yumeshipper + proship + darkshipper. don't like, don't read. dd;dne, y'know?

i will often say slurs i can reclaim. ( tranny, faggot, & dyke. those sorts of things. )

uhhh i like dr. pepper. its yummy :3

versatile switch! i can be your mean older brother or pathetic little guy. maybe your dumb dog or a lapcat. maybe you just want someone to dryhump and wrestle and punch. i'm that! hi!!!

YOU ARE NOT ENTITLED TO MY ATTENTION. I POST FOR ME, AND ME ONLY. I BLOCK LIBERALLY.

i tend to be pretty patient, but god... if you ever text me something like this, you will be clowned on and blocked.

i am firm in my boundaries. very firm.

i am slightly prideful when it comes to my intellect.

est timezone!

and because i bemuse myself so much.... bdsm test results.

as a reward for readin' allat, have some music <3

want to know more? ask!

[theallianceofcelestials]

meow /ᐠ. .ᐟ\ฅ

time for the weekly Yapp, even though I'm very, very late 😞😞😞

ANYWAYS. start the yapping you two :> (also I'm preetttyyyy sure its like midnight for you guys so.. my bad?..)

Hi Sigma Anon! It's alright to be late, better late than never, or something!

And indeed it was around 23:15 for us, when I got the email notification about your ask, but it's quite alright! We'll just either answer it in the morning/early day, or the afternoon/evening :D

So, what I'm gonna talk about is yet another AU (it's a new one, so I probably won't be that long!)

Introducing: Bakery AU (I should NOT be talking about this AU, when I'm hungry, but oh well)

So, instead of our dear Sun and Moon having to run a Daycare, they have to run the Superstar Bakery at the Plex!

Children and their parents are frequenting the Bakery due to the wonderous scents emitting from beyond the colourful, inviting doors. Inside the bakery there's tables and booths to sit and enjoy your baked goods and drinks, or you could take them with you to enjoy while going to different attractions (which costs more, since Fazbear wants to encourage people to sit around there and buy more food). The entire interior design is sky themed, fluffy soft clouds painted on lovely blue walls, or decals on windows, little rainbows, and a drawing of a brihtly grinning Sun greets customers from opening at 6 AM to 3 PM, from where the lights switch with black lights (or just dim I guess), the fluffy clouds revealing glowing stars, the blue sky turns dark like the night sky, colourful nebulas take the raibows' place, and a mischievously grinning Moon replaces Sun

Sun and Moon themselves start out similar to our canon boys, in the same body, and due to the circumstances, not really liking eachother, until Fazber decides that they want two employees for the price of one. Before they could separate them, Moon decides to do it himself, because he doesn't trust the humans not to mess something up, and he doesn't really have time to carefully cut his homicide code in hals, so he just shaves the parts of Sun the code is attached to, and takes the whole thing with himself to his new body. Sun's code repairs itself without any issue, he just feels a little out of it for a couple days/weeks until he's back in tip-top shape.

Moon however still has his anger issues due to the homicide code, but he does try to let his anger out in healthier ways, than yelling/threatening those around him. Beating the dough surprisingly help with pushing his anger down.

However, as we know with canon, suppressing, pushing down the homicide code leads to it festering until it develops into Killcode, and that's exactly what happens. However this Killcode is a bit less murderous due to assimilating what teeny tiny, miniscule pieces of Sun got shaven off to take the whole code. He's still murderous, angry and volatile, just slightly less so (I'm taking this from another Killcode character from another story Moongleam and I have, just changing it up a bit).

So yeah, bakery trio :D Every other celestial character is a pastry, like for example a strawberry red velvet cake named Bloodmoon, a Nutella+blueberry combo pancake called Lunar ect. Still have to decide who is what. Eclipse has to be something chocolatey as an homage/reference to SEA. Probably lava cake with a mix or orange sauce and chocolate as filling.

And of course they'd wear cutesy pastel outfits (probably also pastry themed). Can you imagine KC, giant nightmarish KC in a cutesy pastel chocolate chip cookie themed apron? Or overall, I haven't decided yet, but either sounds cute. They'd obviously be dressed as the pastries themed after them, of course.

Okay, second part of YAPP session: height headcanons (and some bonus silliness)

So we know from canon that KC is 20 feet tall, or 6 meters tall. He's the size of a very large tyrannosaurus rex (some estimates say t. rex can be a height between 4.8 to 5.6 meters, while others say it could grow between 4.5 to 6 meters)! He can look a t. rex in the eye! How cool is that?! :D He can look a tyrant lizard king in the eye and laugh. Ride it into battle if he's not too heavy.

In early canon Sun and Moon have been over 9 feet tall (later in a QnA they said they're around 7, but Moongleam and I have decided to ignore that). So they're like, 3 meters tall (but Sunray that's closer to 10 feet- Hushh). The same height as a carnotaurus! Carnotaurus is ann amazing dinosaur and deserves more recognition, and they can look one in the eye!! Same with KC that they could probably ride one too! Imagine Moon's manic laughter as he zooms past on a hecking carnotaurus! Sun is crying.

Earth is like 13-15 feet tall (in her original body at least. by the way, wasn't that body taller than her newer ones? she felt taller. maybe it was the hair. Earth original body my beloved) so like 4-4.5 meters tall, so she's the size of an allosaurus, one of the coolest large predators of the Late Jurassic,, and one of the most abundant ones aswell! A pack of allosaurus to protect her from Sven and Karens alike, what a queen!

I like dinosaurs :3 and I like mixing them with current fixation

Anyway, onto a more heated (for me at least) topic: the TSAMS Wiki. Before I start, I'd like to thank anyone who was part of creating the Wiki, it is a lot of work, and those people are amazing for making it, so thank you and I tip my hat to you.

However, one of the biggest things that irks me about it is the Moon page. Specifically when he got factory reset and Nexus came to be. Instead of creating a whole new page for him from the beginning of his existance (and treating him like his own separate person) everything just went to Moon's page. His quotes, events that happened to him (like Ruin's appearance), facts about him, all went to Moon's page and are still there! Nexus only got a page of his own after becoming Nexus, and the only thing about him there is after he became who we know him now.

Why couldn't he get his own page from the beginning??! Scratch that, why couldn't he, Bloodmoon2.0 and Eclipse3/4.0 get their own page? They're not the same people! Bloodmoon2.0 (or Harvest as I and Moongleam refer to them ( imentioned it in an older post of mine)) is not the same as Bloodmoon, they only have parts of their memories, the ones Ruin could find from the channel, same with Eclipse3/4.0 (or Blackout as we like to call him). Heck, he even talked about not being the same individual as the one who tormented the celestial family!

They all should've gotten their own Wiki pages the moment they appeared, since they're not the same people 😡(the angry emoticon is meant in a silly way, please no one get mad D:)

I'm not bothering with the colours because Sunray dearie took so long I'll probably just hit the bed after like one more thing, but just know it's me, Moongleam

So I'll just honestly say currently I have no idea what to talk about, so I'll just say good night! Good day to you tho! I had some idea about what I wanted to write but I forgot lol. Sunray's just a silly being apologising for their grandpa writing. And also I'm dying this week so my back hurts and everything is awful and send help please. I need it.

Tho I guess I can metnion how surprised I am over the Discord Server thingy, especially because I've never made a Discord Server that wasn't for like 3 people including me. I have no idea what I'm doing, nor why people really want it, tho I ain't complainin. Just know I'm unprepared for that.

Now you can talk our ear right off Sugarcube, though I'll probably only read in the morning. I need my beauty sleep in my age, so time to head off to sleep in double pants in the vampire position because if my lower back is exposed to any temperature that's below 100C° then I'm dying

[morn-yvri-winters]

So ive decided to restart my Pikmin playthrough in favor of moving it to my Desktop rather than have it on my laptop.

So, i will be playing Pikmin 1 on GameCube via legitament means, why not choose the Wii Version? Well, mainly because im unsure as to how to properly connect the Wii Remote to the PC and do all the things necessary, but also because i'd rather not exert myself in trying to figure all that out tbh. But i do know that Pikmin's Wii version has some QoL improvements such as being able to switch color pikmin on the move. I also do understand the Switch version is cheaper but... iunno.

However, besides all that, back to the main topic at hand, i have a battle strategy as to how to approach the game now.

Day 1

Obtain enough Red Pikmin that are obtainable, then complete the tutorial.

Day 2

Go to The Forest's Navel and get the Yellow Pikmin, but also amass enough Red Pikmin using the red pellets and smallest bulborbs nearby the Red Onion.

Once having reached a sufficent amount, fight the biggest bulborbs but also open the passage to the Yellow Onion.

Fight the final big Bulborb then approach Yellow Onion to obtain my first Yellow Pikmin.

Then amass enough yellow Pikmin to pick up the defeated Bulborbs to feed to the Onion to amass a sufficent amount of Yellow Pikmin.

Day 3

Resume exploration at Forest of Hope.

Perform demolitions with the Yellow Pikmins and obtain the Extraordinary Bolt (to gain access to Forest's Navel for Blue Pikmin) & Radar (for being able to see Treasure on the Map).

Day 2 might mesh into Day 3 depending upon how Day 2 goes considering its 13:30 per day.

And hopefully by Day 4, i will be able to get Blue Pikmin at the Forest Navel, which will open access to the rest of the areas in Forest of Hope.

Day 4

Be at Forest's Navel and do all the things i can do with Blue Pikmin's, although mainly probably just amassing Blues.

Day 5

Return to Forest of Hope to obtain the rest of the items that are there now using the Blue Pikmin.

Granted, i dont spend Day 5 in Forest's Navel again if there are things that are interesting there (like ship parts). Or if I had lost a bunch of Blue Pikmin and i wanted to replenish my troops.

Summary

It may be a bit messy, i might lose a few Pikmin, honestly i might mess up horribly, but what i do know is that there are only 3 Pikmin Types to obtain, and once i have access to all of them, im pretty much open to explore and collect the ship components i need. I also have 5 to 6 hours to complete the game because its a very short game but with lots of replayability. I want to get all the ship parts and aid the Pikmin in surviving.

Something else i want to do is save the second ship part thats at the Impact Site for last, if thats an option.

I know there are:

2 Ship Parts at Impact Site (First is obtained for the Tutorial)

8 Ship Parts at The Forest of Hope (Some are locked off and can only be accessed with Blue Pikmin, but Extraordinary Bolt & Radar, mainly Extraordinary Bolt, as it grants me access to Forest Navel which then lets me obtain Blue Pikmin)

9 Ship Parts at The Forest's Navel (from what i recall seeing on Day 6 there, was a lot of those Flamethrower Creatures, whifh means ill most likely need Red Pikmin with me as i do reconnaissance and then some mushroom creature, which i think is very bad news for my Pikmin if i am not careful).

So if anything, that means there is 17 Ship Parts to collect in total for the first two exploration areas. Which likely means I'll probably be spending quite some time there before i go anywhere else.

Anyway, i now conclude this blog with this.

I dont know where i got this, i think it was from the pikmin subreddit. Regardless, i found it very silly, and i just love animation intended for humanoid models applied to models that are not of the humanoid shape.

ADDENDUM (updated at 12:06 PM 9/5/2024)

If i am unsuccessful with Day 2 in obtaining enough Yellow Pikmin and i go into Day 3 with not enough Y. Pikmin, i will most likely instead perform a B-Line for the Extraordinary Bolt instead and save the Radar for later if i have enough time to do so. As Bulborb's are weak in the back, i will need to be "stealthy" in my approach and hope i do not lose all too much pikmin on Day 2 nor spend too much running back and forth to amass more Pikmin/replenish Pikmin lost in battle.

I think the only "time wasters" that are to be concerned about are losing Pikmin while tackling Bulborbs & the Walls that you have to break down with sheer numbers and the bomb walls, which sometimes just take a lot of bombs to bust down which is sorta annoying.

[ratralsis]

Sorry I still haven't written anything that I promised a couple of weeks ago. I'm still working on the ol' novel, and the thousands of words I spent writing about Tina after her death might count for something. I dunno.

If I can manage to get my sleep schedule back to something resembling its previous normal soon, and get a little further ahead of schedule on my progress on the novel, I'll try to write what I hoped to write earlier for this blog.

Tina used to be pretty demanding that I go to bed before 10 PM. I actually had a decent handle on it for a while. I'm gradually getting my bedtime slightly earlier again now, but after she died, I was definitely up pretty late for a few days because I wasn't looking forward to going to bed without her. Which I realize is absurd, but it's still the truth.

If you missed the earlier posts on the subject, Tina was my cat. She wasn't, like, a human lady I lived with who dragged me to bed every night and slept next to me. She was a small cat who demanded I go to bed every night and then came and went several times throughout the night but almost always was there when I first fell asleep. Now she's not, because she's dead, and I let the vet who came to my house to euthanize her take her away for cremation and to scatter her ashes. I do still have Max, but he has never been good at sleeping next to me at night and, at fourteen years old, I don't think he's likely to learn now. He might, though! He's also never been the only cat in the house before. He and I are both still getting used to that.

I spent the last few months playing Xenoblade Chronicles 3 on my Switch off and on. Much like I did with Pokemon Legends: Arceus, I finished the game and then figured out a way to grind for resources without actually needing to play the game, which inflated my playtime by over 100 hours, but I still put over 200 into the game. That includes all the DLC. I liked the gameplay, though I honestly never really connected with the characters that much. I don't have a specific reason why not. I just didn't like them or care about them nearly as much as I did even in Xenoblade Chronicles 2. But the game itself was fun, and I really did enjoy the postgame Archsage Challenges and learning how to build party compositions that could tackle the hardest challenges. It took me a lot of tries to finish the 140th stage of the Gauntlet on Hard mode, but I did it, and then I did it again, and then I bought everything I wanted from the store where you use the currency you earn in those challenges and I realized I was done playing the game.

Since I did back it all the way back in 2020, I've decided to try playing Eiyuden Chronicle. I started it yesterday. So far, I don't like it much, but I said the same about Xenoblade Chronicles 3 when I first started it, too. But Eiyuden Chronicle has two big things working against it: I hate the way it looks, and it has really bad performance issues on Switch. Neither is a surprise.

I've always, always, always hated the way it looks when 2D sprites are in a 3D environment. That was true from Xenogears back on PS1 up to Octopath Traveler. I just think it looks jarring and bad. The camera moves slightly and the background moves and the character sprites can't and it just looks dumb to me. I can't get past it. I'm not at all looking forward to the HD-2D remake of Dragon Quest III (and possibly the first two games, as well), but I'll probably get it, because I love Dragon Quest III enough to have played nearly every version of it already, even the untranslated Japanese Super Famicom version. My Japanese is probably at the level of a 9-year-old native speaker, but believe me when I tell you that that's good enough to play Dragon Quest III, because I did it.

It's also good enough to tell you that the localization for Eiyuden Chronicle takes some pretty serious liberties in its translation of the Japanese dialogue into English, but I honestly don't mind that part. I think it goes a good job of turning the subtext from the Japanese dialogue that would be understood from context and tone and turns it into text that an English reader can understand, which is the most important thing. Anybody who complains about the localization would be better off spending that energy studying Japanese themselves.

Anyway, I got sidetracked. Point is, I'm still around. I'm feeling better than I was a week ago. I'm still writing, just not here, and I'm holding down my job and doing everything I need to do and playing video games on the side and so on.

[fountainpenguin]

"I should not be left to my own devices; they come with prices and vices; I end up in crisis (tale as old as time)..."

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New Factor It In chapter today!

Chapter 3 - “Base”

Read on FFN || Read on AO3

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Rex (AKA Kid Math) is no longer mind controlled, thanks to WordGirl... but since he needs a moment to himself, he retreats to his super secret spaceship hideout. Meanwhile, Sally Botsford chats with Exposition Guy and his wife, who are taking in a new foster kid...

(First 1,000 words under the cut)

Base

.:: January 3rd - Saturday - 1:54 pm ::.

"Analyze yourself at your worst to understand yourself at your best."

(Ancient Hexagon proverb)

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Psst! Look for the words intimidated and integrated

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SHOOOOOM!

He streaks above the city in a blur of blue. The absence of the Narrator is bitter and haunting. Rex tries not to let it weigh on him. He should treasure these moments. They let him work through his thoughts in private without that infuriating busybody prodding at him with an invisible finger.

Hot chocolate sounds scrumptious in this weather, but the food trucks will have to wait. This mind control belt is going straight to his spaceship hideout before it does any more harm. Rex struggles through the blinding snowflakes as best as he can, wiping melting slush from his eyelashes. Is he over the suburbs yet? The wind lashes him towards the rooftops. He can't see far ahead, and not only because he left the smashed remains of his glasses in that crater. He's too fast. Too cold. Ick. He wraps his hands around his shoulders, decreasing the wind resistance against his body for optimal flight. It's freezing. They didn't have anything like this back on Hexagon, you know. This weather is just all-around awful. Why does WordGirl stay on a planet with such a strong tilt to its axis?

Well… He knows the answer to that question, actually. Her family live here. Her Earth family, anyway. As he veers through the snowflakes, trying not to crash into any buildings, Rex grits his teeth. Family. What a nuisance. Sure, it's easy for WordGirl - Becky - to suggest he settle with an Earth couple. She doesn't remember her parents at all, so switching them out for new ones probably never hurt her.

But the LAST two people he wants to cram into his life are a false mom and false dad. Those titles are acid on his tongue. Becky can build her perilous house of cards, but personally? Rex would rather not create a secret identity around a lie of "having Earth parents" whom he "loves."

So what if he hasn't lived with his mom since he was in his 30s? And so what if his dad hasn't set foot off Lexicon in a century? That doesn't mean they're not his parents. And it doesn't mean it's okay to just replace them with random strangers he's not sure he'll ever care about.

And it's not fair for Becky to make me do that.

But she did.

He can still remember the day, just over two weeks ago now, when WordGirl broke the news about the foster system. They were in the forest, surrounded by the evergreens he'd already grown familiar with. His scooter craft had been damaged in a small fall when it ran out of fuel, just a few days after arriving here on Earth. Rex had crawled underneath it with a couple of good wrenches, scowling hopelessly at the mess of wires and wishing for a pair of pliers instead. Then WordGirl swooped in with her usual hot and fiery swishing noise and he'd jerked up, bashing his forehead on the underside of the scout vessel. Ow. He nicked his forehead on serrated metal. Two seconds later, it flickered with an icy chill and sealed over again.

"Well, good news, Rex! I've found you a warm, safe place to stay for the winter while your spaceship heater's busted. Once the snow melts in spring, Bob and I can take a look at it with you and try to fix it up."

She wore her favorite green sweater, like a fluffy carrot top that concealed a discouraging harvest below. She'd been all smiles as he crawled out from under the scooter, and Huggy had squealed his agreement. You know… It really had sounded like good news at first. She got excited for him. Let's break this down. A temporary family who could check up on him every now and then? Help him get food, use the post office, and get around the city? Great! It would be a nice change of scenery to stretch his legs. He could use a few nights away from his spaceship.

The journey from Hexagon had been a long one. It took him two years. He hadn't technically crashed his ship when he landed on this planet, but he had clipped a few trees on his way down. Then he bashed the starboard side against a giant boulder and broke a few things. You know, maybe that was considered crashing… but he still had his fingers crossed that he could get it up again in no time. He just… needed to wait for spring, so he could stand working outside for long hours without all this icy wind.

The snow hadn't been this bad back then. Just two inches deep (inches are an Earth unit of measurement, equivalent to 2.72 rokurans). The blood raced in his veins, but he'd thought that would be the end of it. Then WordGirl had mentioned foster care. An agent she knew. Some ideas she had. And he'd just… stood there, staring at her silently with the wrench drooping from his hand.

Foster care. With Earth families and other Earthling kids.

"Oh…" What else was he supposed to say? He fidgeted with the wrench and (very slowly) leaned back against the hood of his scooter craft. "Thanks, WordGirl. I appreciate you looking out for me, but I really don't need a babysitter. I'm 51 and I almost graduated top of my class from the Hexagonian Children's Learning Facility. I already picked up some picture books on forest foraging from the library. I know how to start fires and put them out again safely. I'm perfectly fine with being independent while I'm here on Earth."

WordGirl had hesitated then, and he'd remembered a split-second later that on this planet, he wasn't considered 51. Right. He could recognize his age inherently, even across the universe. His Hexagonian blood wouldn't let him forget it. He'd done the math. One year on Hexagon translated to 61.078 Earth days.

But here, the people viewed him as only 8 years old. Rex was pretty sure he'd "turn 9" on this planet sometime this upcoming summer - he'd be close to 53.56209 years on Hexagon if his calculations were accurate - though he wasn't yet confident with the names of the Earth months.

He hadn't relayed any of this to WordGirl yet in case he got the words wrong. January, June, July… March, May… The names danced on a blurry stage like ballerinas encased in ice. Okay, yeah- side note: It still boggled his mind that so many people on this planet could read written words as easily as Lexiconians did. In fact, this whole planet was full of readers.

He still wanted to wait for the right moment to bring up the date. He had time.

[Cnt'd on FFN / AO3 - Links at top]

[tiotigito]

Lore Dump - first album (Part One)

I felt like projecting the thought process behind some of my work, so I created tumblr just so I can write it all out. I've been asked why I chose to do music in Portuguese instead of english as portuguese isn't my first language and I've only been in this country for 7 years, but in all truth, it's because I just don't hear enough about the Portuguese hyperpop scene, and it would be nice to... well... have that around.

Someone I used to know once said "the portuguese music market sucks" so I said "bet" and either made it better or worse and I can't tell yet.

I get a lot of people giving my music different comparisons to other artists, and I think its so funny and enjoyable to hear what they're reminded of while listening to my music, especially because they usually never hit the mark on what any of my inspirations for my music were irl, so I wanted to give a little list of my inspirations, behind the scenes, and interpolations of each song.

1 - "DESTRESSA"

I wanted to start off my discog with something that would really portray the albums theme of exploring ego, with a heavily distorted jersey beat and outlandishly confrontational lyrics. The word "destressa" was probably made up by me because I just tried to look it up in Priberam and it doesn't seem to exist in the portuguese language. But I initially intended the word "destressa" to mean de-stress, since this is a song that expends a LOT of energy.

     Interpolations: the first two or three lines of the lyrical flow of "PMS" by VZE and Ayesha Erotica (unreleased)

2 - "RÂNCIDO"

This one, truly, is likely the only one that had no inspirations. The beat was produced and the lyrics written in a night. It was late and I was in another country for a funeral, so I was generally deprived of much peace and was up late. Then I accidentally made the most 2009 club sounding-ass europop beat, and I was like, oh okay. Then I distorted it. Then I was like "this beat is disgusting... lets make it about having sex with someone you hate".

     Interpolations: The horn sample is half a second from one of my other songs, "ADVENTURA", at around 4:29. The fact that no listener has noticed that yet is such a fun little secret for me. "ADVENTURA" is a satirical homoerotic love ballad in dedication to André Ventura, a right-wing politician in Portugal that often rallies against trans and immigrant rights, both communities I am a part of. In that sense, râncido carries a part of that theme of attraction to someone you shouldn't, but to a much sexier extent.

3 - "MAXILAR DE CÃO"

The story behind this one is truthfully dedicated to three different people. Don't worry, it wasn't just one person who said and did all of this towards me, it was evenly spread among three individuals. Possibly one of the most ego-driven, rude, pretentious songs of the album.

 Interpolations: The general production style of Mietze Conte, an Australian artist I personally admire from the electro-dance scene, and how they lay down their kicks and 808's.

4 - "JULGAMENTO"

My strength in this song was definitely my belting voice echoing in the background. The beat switch was an improvised endeavour because I was thinking about the continuity of the album and realized there wasn't much of a stylistic transition between this one and the song right after. In the final verse, I'm warning about the judgement of a "Fazeiro faço" (alter ego), saying he's "dois tracks down", meaning he's "two tracks away". In the album, the song "FAZEIRO FAÇO" is, infact, two songs down.

     Interpolations: The cymbal patterns are based on a sound I heard once in a distant memory when I was like 7 and hearing the runway music of one of the barbie movies. The leads' chord progression was pure luck. I can't lie, I didn't know how to produce. But anyways.

5 - "DESPEITO"

Another one of the most ego-driven, rude, and pretentious songs of the album.

     Interpolations: The chord progression of the overdriven bass guitar is following that of the 808's in Gunna's "collage", the vocal inflections of the "não vais tirar o que é meu" chorus mimes those from Flo Millia "FLO MILLI", and the flow of the third verse follows the same rythm as that in "Alien Superstar" by Beyoncé.

[rennyji]

wants-needs-toGetStarted

UPDATED June 3, 2024, 7:20 PM

My brain seems dull, my vision seems dull, & I’m hearing something about brain waves. 4 whatever reason, somethings dulling my brain & waves. It’s making me feel tired along w/meds. There’s also not letting me say a prayer 4 self,&that too in privacy, w/making me trip on words.

- I have zero incentive 2say anything about “this.” Every point I wanted 2make, every nice ending I wanted2give, has been given. I need money & making it would be better use of my time. I wrote yesterday and the orchestrators worsened my situation.-

- if it was about mind reading/mind control/brain wave spreading w/o being invasive, then this was failure. Had I never broken 4th wall like this, while talking 2family/doctors, this would not evolve in any way. & orchestrators R of mentality 2instill problems 2force me 2speak.-

- I can’t type because fingers feel like wobbly hot dogs that aren’t in full control. I feel flat, dull in mind/vision, and after speaking on alpha/beta waves, I feel like sludge weighing/pressing in my Brain. Like something decided to try harder in a different direction.-

- while everyone else is experiencing an augment in various shapes or forms or being able to multitask, I’m left worse than when all this started. And I was pretty well off in mind/body before this happened.-

-In orchestrators ampingUpTheirBeta waves/frontal cortexes, urNotJust increasing urFocus/willPower 2meet a deadline. Im feeling like sociopaths R in myHead. Its probably b/c, rather than individuallyIncreasing attributes, ur amplifying whole frontalRegion, like a cocaine addict.-

- guy U placed in my head, apparently whatever brain mapped 2 me, means, shows enjoyment in my plight. These R uncomfortable situations w/a lot of fear factors.-

-4majorityOfTime,brainFeelsLike vegetableInEverySense.WeighsLight likeCarrot. Dull/dead likeCarrot.Need circulation/Need waves,I think? Random arguments onInterferencesHeard,butIf lotsOfPeopleDrainingHead,need supplement-al waves 2supportAllPeople. OnNormalDay,mayNotNeedAsMuch.-

- 2 big gripes. When off meds, can function with 5 hrs sleep or even get by with less (can push thru). But meds place limits on health. Need more sleep for some magical reason and face ravenous hungers.Hard 2 push thru. Need some workaround 4 that if ur not going2let me sleep In.-

- next Big gripe. All I can really do is watch tv. The dark vision, is a constant reminder and annoyance in situation. Color seems prominent, but it’s like looking thru tinted or black sunglasses.-

- On a normal day, I think, 4-5 white lights in room would be very bright. Not experiencing its brightness. Now it’s like when eye doctor puts lens in eye and asks better here or better there. Need a better lens.-

- I’m pretty indecisive w/these things, but a complaint that comes to mind is fog, like eye foggers composing an entire lens of their own. Now I’m getting a taste of the brightness of my lights.-

- In saying more, ur personalities & interests aside, b/c im indecisive, I’d screw thisUp w/more input. Whatever wouldB natural, post-LASIK with hydrated eyes, would be best.I have 20/22 vision. So if I need “supplements” of sorts w/waves & due2increased load2MyHead,appreciated.-

- @ some point in this, Ive been told I’m going 2B harvested 4myLifeForce 2strengthen American military&political leaders.I’ve also been told I’m going to lose consciousness&haveAnother person running w/my body. Uncomfortable/plausible ideas & reasons4me 2 take meds/stay Silent.-

- if I could say 1 more gripe that reminds me this is happening: when I took Vyvanse/ Lexapro & did yoga, breathing/circulation/& control of hands/feet/torso=strong. I had good grip of hands/feet, could plant them firmly.-

- W/o drugs= clumsy, &w/ mind control, horrified Ive no control typing on phone & thought blocked & confused w/ which keyboard to switch b/w number/letter/punctuation keyboards.-

- I want better motor control, thick veins like my dad and brother, strong circulation, East Asian but thick straight hair like the Malu/Parsi actor in head to replace my Indian wavy hair, I want hair period, I want to not have to use eye drops after LASIK,-

- & as a sign of good faith, I want red lines in my eyes 2 go away/the blemishes randomly caused, 2 disappear(my wounds/blemishes Rnot healing 4someReason),-

-I’d like a body that never retains fat (a genetic predisposition4 that), whatever causes lack of firmness in my lips 2stop happening, seasonal allergies gone like runny congested crusted nose & throat clearing sputum gone, perfect lungs and breathing capacity,-

- I want the drive to do things, motivation/interest for what I set my focus on, focus, will power, and a healthy amount of calm. All subtle things that shouldn’t be hard.-

- I need a job for money, to keep me busy, or I need some source of income for gettting out of house to eat at least or maybe watch a movie, or for snacks while I watch streaming apps.-

- I need money to repay my loan, and if I could ask for what’s not a need, I want a pair of Apple visions and a new desk and bed furniture, so I have walking space in my room and for an LA Fitness and Peloton membership.-

- If I can’t get a job, despite 2 degrees, or a masters degree, I need mindset 2 watch reruns in quiet, W/o this guy talking 2 me. -

- I’d like to be able to use the bathroom in the morning and I’d like to be able to cozy to sleep at night, in the way I nod off to sleep during the day, where I have, comfortably. Every Night, in contrast, I’m in mental pain after meds, in moments b4 falling asleep.-

- These things would make what remains of the phenomena bearable.

-&that day: my moms bday, where she’s narrating everything she’s doing, or bum @ clinic who eats obnoxiously, Regarding both situations, if U could remove remote viewer using my voice of reason,incrediblyHelpful. Otherwise,remindMe inSuchSituations, 2ignore&stay quiet or 2move.

Eyes/vision needs a “lens up” like when eye doctor asks better here or better there. -

- 1 more request on eyes:Undo LASIK, or negatives of LASIK like lack of corneal thickness, lack of sun protection, or dry eyes, or halos/starbursts. @ least “this much” w/ eyes as I remember it in last 10 min, when some1 decided 2screw w/eyes again, & madeItBetter4BriefInstant.

- when I was on Lexapro & Vyvanse, when I look at a piece of paper or try 2 read a text book, my eyes read in manner of processing/digesting each individual word on the paper, one word at a time, one line- left to right- at a time. I want that, as I’m struggling w/it right now.-

- I would explore the whole gamut of ADD symptoms. An EX. of ADD symptom: When I don’t want to do something, be it submitting/scanning a form or getting out of bed in the morning, I’d visualize it or think about it to get ignition going & engine going “to carry out the action.”

- there’s also a sensation of sedation being slapped onto or into the crown of my head and into my brain. It periodically creeps up during meds and mostly when I’m trying to sleep at night. If that pain could be removed, appreciated…

-next thing: little nuances take away from my focus. Part of reason I want new bedroom furniture is b/c I want space, while auditory voices might’ve said something about claustrophobia. open space of kitchen eating area make annoying phone calls easy.Another ADD personality symptom.-

- I want 2B able plan something @ will/do things at will, whether it be going to bed, going 2bathroom, starting a project, workingOut, or just working. when I set my mind to something, it should be done. I shouldB able 2functionInAnyEnvironment, however hot/cold/spacious/cramped.

- next thing I notice or am reminded of, the octave of my voice keeps changing. It’s like the firmness to my lip. There is an inconsistency. My voice as I remember it before meds and mind reading was deeper. I feel I’m made to sound passive, with excessive pleases and thank u’s.

- when I walk, I want each movement to count, now it seems like I’m flailing in the wind, or I’m stomping like an angry kid. At this point, something is just f*ing with me, as ur warping natural things…but, as guidance, explore gamut of ADD personalities and flaws…

- voice needs 2B deeper, like when I used 2 do Church readings, moves from walking 2 button pushes shouldB w/ confidence/precision, posture shouldB back straight/chest up/no swagger,-

- this turning off of signal to face and brain to make me immobile unthinking vegetable has to stop. I clearly need my brain waves.

- in school, my classmates would play games on their laptops while the teachers taught classes. While my classmates went about their business, “just by being in the room,” they were able to digest what they teacher said though they were playing games. I want that.-

- I want eidetic memory/photographic memory, but for immediate purposes, I want strong “working memory.” I’m hearing, for the most part, what’s on the news. But I cannot think back to two sentences prior of what I heard.-

- I may get a gist of what’s said on the news, but as child, before mind reading/mind control, I could recite back a book I read with excruciating detail. When I’d read, I’d see a movie in my head.-

- When I studied in high school, I used rote learning, and at years end, I could recite my whole notebook back. On Vyvanse, I could visualize and multiply three digit numbers by three digit numbers. I want that back and enhanced.

- & an observation worth noting, when I drink coffee, nothing happens. Ive heard of people pulling a night shift after 1 good cup of coffee. Now something worse happens,I feel sleepy after a cup of coffee. I thought mayB my adrenals/ glands R drained-But,probably situation/life.-

-On meds, any form of stimulation, any “tentacle reaching” of the “beta-wave induced-projected-frontal-cortex” of the remote viewer, makes me feel sleepy. Then combine it with lack of sleep and meds, more unpleasantness.

- fly away eyes/fly away words or reading; not sure what the term is. But when I try to skim a piece of text on paper, my eyes aren’t scanning 1 word at a time & 1 line at a time. If it were the latter, & it should be, everything should digest 1 word at a time, 1 line at a time.-

- and when whatever decides to speak, it’d be nice if it was enlightening material like what exactly are, eye foggers/foggy things, that some people see?! What’s their purpose? Is it an ailment?

All race/ethnicity hasAdvantages. BlackPeople seem 2have EZier affinity2 muscles/noFlyawayFacialHair. WhitePeopleSeem2B tall/slender/fast metabolism. Asians haveGoodFlexibility. CertainEyeColors haveBetterSunProtection. Itd B nice2 haveBlendOfPositives

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- orchestrators cause so much noise in my head even after ECT (4NoReason), after antipsychotics, after dual antidepressants, after benzos…-

-theres no conveyer belt of thoughts in a factory line up. I don’t understand how U don’t see big picture. It’s probably from ur beta wave/focus mind from projecting ur frontal cortex 2 steer my whole brain. Ur interference inHead isCausingLackOf processingOfSenses/info;dangers.-

-Ive learned in yoga, that U do things 2relax &focus. It’s always marijuana or alcohol/cocaine, or legal Lexapro (antidepressant)/Vyvanse amphetamine stimulant) combo.-

-So while U go, full on, w/beta waves (just assuming) w/all my alpha wave sources & innately calm self, I’m not processing what I see/hear.-

-If u go too much alpha wave, then not enough focus/processing. Need the combo, I’m guessing as I’m not a scientist. Need some alpha and some beta waves.-

- And I think there’s a third wave: gamma waves. Don’t know what that does. Maybe there’s more. But that’s what I remember from school. There are thoughts, & when I wrote about gamma waves I had a memory or remembered gamma waves. You can’t say everything, it’s bad health.

- there are expressions: “avoid irritation” and “keep calm and carry on” … ur not keeping calm if ur constantly yammering in the head…see next tweet for a Buddhist monk story someone told me in high school:-

- this is the Buddhist Monk story… learn to let things go rather than letting it ravage your mind…

https://x.com/RennyJi/status/1781524720266985805

tweets before midnight on Friday Apr 19, 2024, that I'm putting right side up, in Tumblr blog post below (NOTE: everything else from today and last several days/weeks):

https://x.com/RennyJi/status/1781526370541047950

[millionaire-library]

I remember in college going to the cheap Mexican fast food joint. The kind that gives you a basket of fries good for 3 people but priced as the lowest possible cost for this amount of potato. It's also covered with a handful of cheese and bits of fried meat, spilled aimlessly over the top of the piles of fries. Yes, I went there. I was in that world. and sometimes I even pretended to like this kind of food. I was there with two gals, two acquaintances. I didn't know them for very long, but that day, that week, I chose to be there. It was probably 11 pm, and somehow there were plenty of customers there. The two gals kept commenting, even moaning over the food, "it's soooo good".

I looked down at the basket of greasy, over fried, roughly chopped and unevenly cooked potato slices, covered in cheap meat and cheese. I didn't look good to me. I ate some. It didn't taste good. The cheese tasted like something produced in a factory, and the everything else tasted like deep fried oil. I really didn’t see what here was worth moaning about. I could see that it was cost efficient to eat here because it was cheap, but the primary flavor of this food was fried. That was the main flavor of this dish: fried.

And later I invited one of them to a wine bar. The experience was the opposite, with our roles reversed. Only where I tried to blend in, neither complaining nor commenting, being covert in my disappointment, she overtly commented on her disappointment. She was out of place and she knew it. To go with our wine, I ordered a cheese board, complete with three cheeses, quince paste, olives, truffle pate, crackers. She looked down and asked if this is it. She expected there to be more cheese on the board, she expected a large portion. Nothing on the board appealed to her besides the most basic tasting cheese of the three. The truffle pate disgusted her. (That was the most expensive item on the board.)

It made me realize how different cultures can be. Socioeconomic status comes with its own subculture. She appreciated the fried and salty flavor of the fries, I appreciated the pungent and delicate flavors of aged cheeses, the zest of the olive, the umami flavor of the truffle pate. I liked the texture, the composition, I liked that nothing was fried. But these qualities that my tongue is trained to notice and appreciate, her tongue was not.

I wonder how many can cross over worlds successfully. Some can, but many cannot. People continue to like the flavors they were raised on. It's the reason why so many people struggle to try foods abroad, octopus sushi, pungent tofu, quail egg, escargot, arctic caviar (though ironically, those of us who spent our childhoods traveling are raised on foreign food.) Like this, many people who acquire wealth in adulthood continue to enjoy the food they enjoyed as children. If they grew up eating burgers and fries, they continue to eat them even when wealthy. Maybe they go for high end burgers and fries, but they rarely switch to truffle pate.

It’s really not just about the wealth you have, it’s about the culture you were raised in, the education you received, the taste you have developed and continue to develop. You can’t buy culture. Culture is something that is learned.

[tteokdoroki]

*ੈ🌩️‧₊˚— skeletons + sae itoshi.

૮˶ᵕ ༝ᵕ˶ა synopsis — sae doesn’t realise how much being away from home affects him, until he hears your voice again.

⭑ warnings — please read + mdni ! characters aged up to 20s, angst, hurt no comfort, long-distance, established relationship, mentions of mental health, pro player!sae, fem!reader - not beta read !

⭑ words — 2K.

⭑ notes — hi beautiful babies!! this is the first of a few fics i have queued for my week away. i wrote this a while ago and it’s based off of skeletons by keshi !! hope you like <3 - m.list ✩

in all honesty, sae itoshi doesn’t expect you to pick up. it’s way too late for you, just breaching the early house of the next morning in japan. there’s a seven hour difference between madrid and tokyo, sae knows because he’s looked it up a million times before anticipating a call or text from you. and right now, you’re probably sleeping, you’re supposed to have been sleeping.

but alas, your phone rings and you pick up on the third— voice groggy over the comforting crackle of static on the line. “h…hello?”  

for a moment, the older itoshi brother listens to you and your natural ambience. he notes your deep breathing, still recovering from the depths of sleep, and the slight whines you let out with your yawns as you stretch your stiff muscles. maybe it’s weird, but sae misses all of your sounds, he misses waking up next to them— curling his arm around your waist on nights you’d snuck over to his childhood home just to see him. 

“is anyone there?”

snapping out of it, sae clears his throat— fixing his voice as it sits hoarse in its base before he speaks. “it’s me, love.” 

“sae!” shifting from the sheets tells sae that you’re more awake now— alerted by the symphony of his voice over the shitty landline. “shouldn’t you be asleep by now?”

“could say the same for you, it’s four am over there.” he knows that he’s wrong, you’re seven hours ahead and it’s only ten pm for him — meaning it’ll be closer to five am where you are and sae itoshi is never wrong. he was born with impressive gut instinct and a quick mind but this time he’s wrong on purpose. he makes a mistake because he wants to stall for time, keep you talking a little longer and hear your voice for a few minutes more…because maybe that’ll keep the demons away.

keep his head floating above the water he seems to have fallen in. 

sae is drowning in his dreams, and if he reaches out he can’t touch them— to him, the greatest of all time…they’re unattainable.

“five actually, and my alarm is meant to go off soon. i thought you were it and then i saw your contact…” you manage to say through a yawn, rubbing your eye’s unbeknownst to your boyfriend since he’s halfway across the globe. if he could see, if he was there—he’d probably call you cute, wipe your eyes for you and force you back down to sleep. but he’s not here and he can’t see because there’s a distance between you that can only be fixed by grainy face times on your cells.

“i wanted to call.” the midfielder clarifies, cutting you off sharply but his words coat the inside of his mouth like cotton, as if they’re hard to say — melting over the line like rice paper on his tongue. 

“okay,” breathing slow, you hug your knees to your chest and let your silence tangle with the crackling static. “you don’t usually call first.” 

“i needed to hear your voice.” 

“i’m here. i miss you. do you want to switch to facetime?” sae has half a mind to tell you no. if you switch now, you’d worry— you’d see how hollow he’s become, how sleep deprivation eats at the pink tinge to his flesh and clings to the undersides of his dulling aquamarine eyes. you might think that he’s dying and perhaps he is. the pro player feels like he is. every day is harder, his bones feel heavier and his muscles weaker — he needs medicine. he needs you. 

you’re the only drug sae would ever inject into his veins— your smile, your laugh, your heart. they make him better, make him feel alive. so he relents, “gimme a sec, i’ll call you.” he grunts and taps the button to video-call, waiting for you to pick up again.

“there you are, handsome. tell me about your day.” blue light from the early  morning filters over your skin— the footage of the FaceTime call is grainy, probably because it’s still a little bit dark outside for you but you’re beautiful. to sae you’ve always been beautiful. 

the elder itoshi brother makes a small effort to smile at your compliment, the expression blooming on his cheeks which you mirror, happy to see him — he misses you too. “i don’t wanna talk about it. you do the talking. i just want to listen to you.” 

“alright well… i worked today— yesterday. sorry! timezones,” you miss the way sae winces at the mention of your time difference, the invisible divide between you both, as you settle back into your bed to admire him. “my shift sort of sucked, you know how it goes.” your boyfriend listens to you intently, makes faces at the complaints you make about customers, clients and coworkers alike. 

sometimes, the midfielder doesn’t understand you how you devote your life’s work, your beauty and intelligence to an industry that chews you up, spits you out like dirt and drives you to the edge of falling to pieces. sae doesn’t doubt you, he knows that you’re talented and wishes you saw the same value in yourself that he did. 

you deserve better. so much better.

perhaps he’s the same as you, working for someone else until he breaks and he’s better than everyone else— all in the name of becoming the best in the world.

“you hate your job. quit. i earn enough money to take care of you.” 

“and you hate yours. but you won’t come home where i can take care of you.” 

sae rolls his eyes at your quip because of how easy it is for you to read him despite the way he hides his emotions behind a clay mask. he’s always been like that, but he feels the need to tuck away the uglier parts from him even more of late— even if you’ve seen it all before. the late nights where he’s feeling sad and goes to bed, sae wakes up feeling even worse. especially without you but even now with your face on a screen, beaming at him the same way you have all your life— he doesn’t feel any better.

you’re meant to be his solace. 

quickly changing the subject, sae nods his head as if to push you in a different conversational direction. “tell me about what you did after work.” 

you hesitate, peering into his ocean eyes for a split second. “i went to see rin at blue lock. he’s…he’s doing really well, you know. you should come see him sometime. you’d be proud of how far he’s come since we were little.” 

it’s not that he doesn’t care about his younger brother, but the relationship between rin and sae itoshi is probably long past any attempts at repair. you’ve been stuck in the middle for as long as you’ve known them— pulling them close despite the boys repelling each other like polar magnets. 

you were the glue when they were kids, keeping the three of you together and to this day you still tried to manage the gap between the two brothers, despite their disputes. their differences.“can we please not talk about that half-ass piece of—“ you glare over the phone from across the globe and sae silences himself, pursing his lips to avoid scrutiny from the love of his life. you.

“you know, you never told me what happened when you first came home from Spain.” you blurt after a moment's quiet. “but i think i’ve always sorta known.”

“yeah?” the magenta haired midfielder challenges, brushing a hand over his tired face.

“yeah…” nodding subtly, you shift and roll onto your side— a solemn expression dancing across your features. “you changed. you hurt him, sae, real bad. rin changed too.” you say hoarsely, as if the words you’ve uttered burn at the insides of your throat like bitter liquor. “you’ve not shown that same fate to me, you know better than to lash out at me. but you’re different. you don’t smile anymore. not with your eyes like you used to — i miss that.” i miss you. is what you really want to say. not just physically, but emotionally. you want your boyfriend back, not the empty shell of skin and bones you have now.  

even sae picks up on the hidden meaning behind your words— he doesn’t smile at you like he used to.

for once the eldest itoshi decides to be honest with you. he thinks to tell you how stressed out he is, how he’s scared his plan for this soccer thing might not even work out. he decides to be honest  in words that he knows best and not all the details because he doesn’t want you to break over him. 

“talk to me, itoshi.” you cut through his thoughts like a knife through butter.

“i’m afraid of myself, and i hate it.” 

“then come home, sae.” it’s a nice offer, a tempting bribe. to be home with you when sae knows that would be the closest thing to giving up. he knew you wouldn’t get it. you wouldn’t understand how much soccer meant to him but you can’t be blamed for that. the thing you love most in the world isn’t your career— it’s him. “come home and be with me.” 

your wish would be as selfish as his — you don’t want him to give up soccer for you and he doesn’t want to leave soccer to feel better with you like he knows he would. 

“i need to make it to the end of the season — i have to.” 

“sae, you’re tired. you look like a ghost.” 

“i don’t even know if i’m going to make it.” he snaps, desperate and pleading with you not to make this more difficult than it already is. “but if i don’t try. then all of this will be for nothing. my goals have changed, but i worked hard for this and i will get what i want.” he spits out as if there’s acid on his tongue, burning through the little solace of love you’ve tried to wrap him up in. sae runs a hand through his silken locks, sighing as he briefly looks away from your crumpled face on the screen. “so stop asking me to come home for you because i won’t. it’s not worth it. you’re not worth it.”

you gasp, tears flooding your eyes. you know he doesn’t mean it, or maybe he does — it’s been difficult to read sae recently, he’s slipping from your grasp like sand between your fingers and you just have to let him. another beat of silence echoes between you both — but neither of you make the effort to speak. sae doesn’t correct himself and you don’t force your hand to make him apologise.

you care enough for him not to make him fight— to make sae choose his own battles. you’d never ask him to pick soccer over you, because you know what his answer would be regardless… but that doesn’t mean it hurts you any less to watch him destroy himself for it and to lose the boy you grew up loving to a sport you may never understand.

though, that doesn’t stop you from lashing out and bearing  your own fangs either — if he was going to throw salt in your wounds, you could do that too.

“i have to go, itoshi. get some rest, you look like shit, but you that’s what you want, right? it’s worth it to you.”  

you hang up before he can say a word and sae can’t bring himself to message and apologise. because he knows that you’re right, you’re telling him to pick soccer because he can’t make that choice for himself. 

sae itoshi is a pro player now. he’s gotten what he’s always wanted — he’s achieving his dreams as the corpse of the man he once was. the one who loved you proper.

but that doesn’t matter anymore, whatever his team wants out of him they get. 

since his skeleton’s out for the taking. 

[sinnerforexo]

Punishment ( Stepdad-Do Kyungsoo and Reader Y/n)

warnings: Aged kyungsoo,age gap 20 years probably,Dom kyungsoo, subreader, mention of sex toys, mention of cheating, orgasm denial, uses of vibrator,blindfold,handcuff, BDSM theme based.

Don’t read it,if the above mentioned topic triggers you

MINORS ARE STRICTLY NOT ALLOW

AUTHOR’s NOTE:This is my 1st time writing a smut on Tumblr I am not completely used to the system but I am trying my best. Please text me how you the fanfic. This is just the begging i am going to write more . I love you EXOLs.

“Y/n today your report card is coming out? make sure to show me when I come back home your mom is not home so daddy has to check if his little angel is studying well down or not.

You gulped down “o o-kay daddy” you shuttered. Your stepdad Do kyungsoo whom your mom dated for 3 years and got married last year. You are very happy for your mom’s happiness because after a lot of struggles she gets to get married to the love of his life. But when you met your stepdad you started developing a little crush on him. At 1st you thought this a little thing because you were single and sexually frustrated, but gradually your thought grew much more than your expectation. This made you feel guilty because you can't just love or sexualize the one to whom your mom loves the most and he is also your stepdad who is probably 20 years older than you,but at thr end age don’t matter 6:00 PM You come back from college you are super petrified. You failed in maths and scored the worst marks in physics. You knew you didn't do well in your 1st seminar exam, but you never thought you were going to fail. You are scared of the thought of when your mom will find out the report card she will beat the crap out of you and will send you to hostel. Instantly you thought of your stepdad what will happen when he will find it, what if he will think you are dumb and will never talk to you. These thoughts are revolving around your brain, suddenly the door opened which made you distracted from your thoughts. Hey Angel you are back? How was the day? you stepdad asked with a sunshine smile. Y-Yes I just came back now. The thought of showing him your result made you super scared. Today your result came out writing? Show me. he asked y-yes you can’t help your shuttering anymore. you handed him your report. You were quivering in fear and tears are on the brim of your eyes. Why are you so scared Angel its not like I am going to kill you? he said in a deep voice. He opened your report card and started going through it. “So you failed in Maths and barely passed in Physics. What the hell you do in college MOVING AROUND THE CAMPUS AND ASKING  BOYS TO GET YOU DICKED IN YOUR DESPERATE PUSSY while your professor is teaching in class” he snapped make you scared the shit out of you. “Answer me you little bitch what the hell you do in the class when your professor is teaching. Whoring around the campus to get you dicked” he yelled at me. N-No I mumble. Tears started streaming down from my eyes. “I think I should teach you a lesson which will help you to focus more on class not on dicks” he said with a deep voice.”You are very nervous you have no idea what he is going to do with you and your mom is out of town. A smirk formed on his lips making him 100 times sexier than he is. He pulled you out snapping you from your thoughts and dragged you downstairs. His grip on your wrist got stronger and stronger as started struggling. You remembered when you came to his home for the 1st time after your mom’s 2nd marriage, both your mom and kyunsoo denied you from going downstairs. Suddenly kyungsoo pushed you inside a dark room and fall down with a loud thud. It seemed like a basement. Kyungsoo switch on the light, the room turned dimly red but clear enough to see what's inside. You gasped when you see there are different types of vibrators, floggers, chokers, gags, buttplug dildos, and many other sex toys which names you even don’t know. “Shocked aren’t you” You simply nod your head unable to form words. The ambiance of the room is cool and kyungsoo’s presence is not helping at all he makes you feel hotter. Seeing all those sex kinds of stuff is making your pussy tingle in desperation. He lifts you and walks across the room. He threw you on a bed, it very soft and lined with covers.” Now strip everything” he said sternly. Without thinking for a second you start stripping cuz you know you are completely desperate for him. For the moment you completely forgot how he degraded you. Kyungsoo smirk as you strip off completely, completely naked in front of him. He walks away from the bed making you whimper in desperation. You heard him opening something. You see he opened the cupboard on the side of the bed. He brought a red box out. Your vision got blocked as he was standing in front of it. He came to you blindfolding your eye making you shudder. “ w-what are you doing?”You asked softly. “I am just teaching you a lesson which will help you to focus better. Baby” he said with a low voice. He took a hand above your head and cuffed it on the hoverboard. Now you are lying on your back, hands are cuffed and blindfolded, it made you completely vulnerable. You are completely at his mercy now, all you can hear in the darkness is your heavy breathing. You can feel him moving below you, he hovers above your legs slapping your inner thigh to move it away from each other. He saw your pussy completely drenched. He slowly both his face closer and licked your slit, you maned softly. It made you wetter and aroused. He smirked like a devil seeing your response. “Babe I know you are completely desperate for me, I know this from the day when you came to this house, I have heard you moan my name almost every night. I have also heard you saying my name while you are showering. I know I am the reason for which you are so distracted from your studies. As a good daddy I should take my responsibility for distracting you” he whispered in a low voice near your ear. His words made us completely red, your pussy clenched around nothing. You heard a buzzing sound coming near you.” Fuck” you moaned loudly when you feel the vibrator on your pussy. It is probably at the highest setting. The stimulation of the vibrator makes you feel like you are floating in heaven. After a few minutes, a knot is formed in your stomach. “D-Daddy I g-gonna cum” your mind was a complete mess, you could barely form any words. Kyungsoo immediately took away the vibrator, you whimpered at the sudden loss of stimulation. “ Daddy why did you do that” you are on the verge of crying due to frustration “Daddy p-please give it back I wanna cum” “Shut up you filthy whore, so desperate. Don't you know who is in control, you will do what I will make you do understand, you little dumb fuck? “Y-yes daddy I am showwy” tears streaming on your face making your bind fold completely soaked. He flipped you over, made your ass up. You heard him unbuckling his belt. He spits on his dick and stroked it a few times and thrust it into you. You are completely dumbstruck at how big he is. Kyungsoo thrust you vigorously, he choked you with a tight grip around your neck, letting you barely breathe. Soon you started clenching over him. He knew you are going to cum he suddenly removed his cock from it. You whined whimpered desperately at the sudden loss inside your pussy. “Daddy please this is too harsh, please daddy let me cum, I promise to be a good girl and study hard” you pleaded with him on your knees. He uncuffed your hands and took the blindfold off you. “ I know I'm harsh baby but this is your punishment. Your mom got delayed for a week so, I convinced your professor took retake your maths exam after 5 days. If you pass I may give you another good fuck babe.” He said laying beside you. You still whined. “Daddy you didn't cum can I help you,” you said snuggling on his chest. “You don't have to worry about that babe, for now, focus on your exam if you want to have,” he said pulling closer to him. “Daddy can I ask you a question” “hmm” “what does this mean. today whatever we did what does it. Do you like me ?” you said it playing with your fingers “Baby I do love you ever since then I met you. If you are worried about your there is no need to worry she is already cheating me behind my back. Now baby sleep tomorrow my friend is coming here to teach you for your maths exam” he said softly, playing with your hair. “I love you, daddy” He smiled “I love you too baby”

[kunikame]

a short fic about blasting songs in miyukis room (which later becomes the cafeteria) with the seidou boys written for my linked playlist bc i felt i needed to write this. hope you enjoy <3

i only wrote the things i imagined! feel free to imagine any other scenarios for other characters with the songs! if you do, let me know in the comments! id be happy to read them <3

warnings: i betaread this while listening to enstars songs. fem pronouns. lowercase. probably nothing more but lmk :)

ㅡ！tags: @toges-wife / fill form/pm/ask/comment to be added! (if you’re in bold i can’t tag you)

after the boys secured a spot at nationals you figured it called for a celebration or something, so you grabbed kuramochi and eijun - who in turn grabbed furuya and haruichi - and raided miyukis room. he really didn't want to let you guys in, koushuu disagreed aswell, but too bad because majority wins. kuramochi set up the speaker and the playlist you now and the previous 3rd years threw together started playing.

the others were of course alarmed by this because, loud upbeat music? from miyuki and koushuus' room? seto takuma has never run so fast in his life. everyone sprinted over in worry, only to see the blame lay on you - which made way more sense.

they also wanted to join the celebration but the room was too small to hold all of you, so eijun proposed the - for once - brilliant idea to move to the cafeteria, which you did, after a moment of stunned silence. the previous 3rd years who were still hanging out there with some of the 2nd and 1st years also joined the party, as they should.

the song that started through shuffle was where them girls at. thanks to it you found out the kominato twins listen to nicki minaj - as they should. you and the pink haired twins along with seto, kawakami and yui were screaming the nicki songs at the top of your lungs.

the guys really got into cruisin for a bruisin, it was their favorite song from when you all watched teen beach movie together! the whole reason you added it to the playlist. surprisingly, shirasu and aso took the spotlight for this one!

jalebi baby and shut up and dance were entirely yours and kuramochis songs. he asked you to dance with him for both, how could you refuse? neither of you would be caught alive admitting to be flustered with the other so close to you, though. You could swear you saw ryousuke recording and snickering, but it might've just been your imagination.

big time rush didn't even a need a voting, everyone knew who the big 4 were for that one. koushuu (unwillingly), miyuki (unwillingly but he got really into it), eijun (willingly, got too into it) and furuya (he had fun?). it was a precious sight. you all had a great laugh over their perfomance, but it was great. their voices meshed together unexpectedly well.

the greatest show started playing exactly when coach kataoka came to check what the commotion was. miyuki and yuuki, as the captains, took the lyrics for this one. they switched each line, and it worked really well. all the background vocals were done by the rest of you. it was a sight to see. you all working together. almost like during matches. rei placed a camera in the cafeteria to record and commemorate the whole thing. her and kataoka chose to stay with you, while ochiai decided he'd rather not. thank heavens.

after the boys had their moments, you figured it was the girls time to shine, and the playlist seemed to agree with you. the moment you heard the intro to girlfriend you ran to get whatever you could use as a microphone and got ready to sing your heart out, fellow manager and close friend takako joined you soon after. the guys clapped after your perfomance, enjoying it to the fullest just as you enjoyed theirs.

this is what you adored about the seido baseball club. you were like family. a huge family with its ups and downs that always came back together. everyone supported everyone, but there was still friendly competition.

die young. "i hear you heart beat to the beat of the drums" *everyone bangs a fist on the nearest surface* "oh what a shame that you came here with someone-"

dj got us fallin' in love. jun shone with this one. his voice cracked while screaming "CAUSE BABY TONIIIIiiiiGHT". continued like nothing happened. professional

of course, some songs passed without any screaming as you get tired and so do your vocal cords, but the music never stopped. volume lowers and people sit down to drink and talk a bit, then when another screamable song comes up the volume goes back to max and it's like you never stopped. you were peacefully laughing with seto when kuramochi called out to you, pushing the volume higher on the speaker. immediately recognizing the intro you grabbed your bottle and it's like you were waiting for this moment your entire life, except everyone else was confused. ryousuke didn't remember this song being in the playlist.

"once upon a time, a few mistakes ago-"

ryousuke walked up to kuramochi after you got into your singing. "dude, what's this about?" kuramochi while never once breaking his fond gaze off you simply shrugged, "reminds her of her past crush on narumiya- or was it sanada? i dunno, some guy she met through us.. always played this song when she realized who the guy was, so she added it here i guess." ryousuke just hummed in understanding then moved his gaze over to you, surprised to see you now standing on a table with the guys around you sweatdropping but cheering you on nonetheless.

when memories by conan gray came on, someone moved to lower the volume only to stop at the death glare they received from you and miyuki kazuya himself. For someone who was so against this, he sure got mad over that song, huh. It became a heartfelt duet, but noone understood why a duet with you 2. It was a secret.

"so there's no good reason in make-believing that we could ever exist again. I can't be your friend, can't be your lover, can't be reason we hold back eachother from falling in love, with somebody other than me."

after that, the night continued in this spirit. everyone was enjoying themselves, everyone got a chance to sing their song be it alone or with someone, even coach and rei! as the playlist was slowly running out of songs to play, the one song you put on 'hide in playlist' begged to be played. you, of course, granted it's wish, as it was a song you left for last on purpose. you called out to your co-organizer, kuramochi, who looked at you and based off your sparkling eyes instantly knew. a loud "hey!" came out of his throat, and the idle chatters volume slowly went down.

"everyone, if you would please look over here," you said waiting for them to switch their gazes over to you, "yeah, thank you. so, uh, first of all congratulations on todays win! i never for a second thought we wouldn't make nationals. i knew if anyone, you guys would do it. with the 3rd years there to support you, with the field players and us in the dugout, with coach kataoka, the pitchers, all of you. i knew you'd make it, and i'm so endlessly proud of you! of your hard work, will to fight, endurance.. i can't wait to see how far you - we - can go. let's aim for the top. now, if you would all please rise for the 2010-2014 seido baseball club anthem!"

coach kataoka and rei nodded along with your speech, as they felt the same way - proud of how far the boys have come - and though confused, stood up along with everyone else. most people stood in silence and slight confusion, looking toward kuramochi for answers, only to be left disappointed when the man wouldn't give any. he simply continued staring at you with a very warm and fond look in his eye.

the nights - avicii

Once upon a younger year

When all our shadows disappeared

The animals inside came out to play

Went face to face with all our fears

Learned our lessons through the tears

Made memories we knew would never fade

everyone instantly recognized the intro, smiles and grins lighting up their faces. the joyous screaming resumed, only this time it was everyone, not just a couple people. You ran over to kuramochi and miyuki, grabbing each hand, motioning to them to keep the chain going. soon, everyone was holding hands and jumping around together, screaming at the top of their lungs.

One day, my father, he told me

"Son, don't let it slip away"

He took me in his arms, I heard him say

"When you get older

Your wild heart will live for younger days

Think of me if ever you're afraid"

He said, "One day, you'll leave this world behind

So live a life you will remember"

My father told me when I was just a child

"These are the nights that never die"

My father told me

each time a "Hey" was yelled in the song, it was also yelled by the group (jun was having the time of his life). eijun encouraged everyone to jump along for emphasis, an idea many supported.

though miyuki and koushuu were originally against this, you think this might be the first time you've seen kazuya genuinely happy, and koushuu coming out of his shell. your party was probably heard all the way to the other dorm buildings but you didn't care. that was a problem for tomorrow, for now you decided you'll just live in the moment.

[inkwell-intermission]

//caps, silliness

I saved the reblog in the drafts for now bc I got insecure about my tags and decided to leave them for later anyway I think I'll now send an ask too

I love your ref and your headcanons so much

YOUR SCOFF HAS A BAD KNEE AND USES A CANE. MY SCOUT HAS BAD KNEES AND USES A CANE (bc I've got bad knees and use a cane and SS is my blorbo).

Your Scoff. My Scout. CANE FIGHT. Deadeye and Innovator are facepalming x4 combo in the background. Demo is asking Brawler if there's a fourth cane user around because he wants to canefight too. Scout probably loses, not because Scoff has shadow magic but because Scoff's got one bad knee and Scout's got both.

3. Am I taking it correctly that in your mobswitch TS are "still" Prospitians and MC are still Dersites? Yay!!!!!!!!!! (If I'm being mistaken please don't think I'm fuck I can't pick a good word let's say judging for now you for it)

Thank you!!!!!

That would be great and accurate, Delinquent might simply try to remove a cane-shaped object from the ground and use that instead, making the fight much higher stakes if one is bludgeoned with half a lamppost lmaoo. Scoff walks with and without his cane often but usually carries it as an accessory when he isn't, it would be better for his overall health if he used it all the time, but he obviously can't walk on it when he's currently hitting people with it, and sometimes goes without for appearances sake or convenience- he's very worried about appearances and sometimes worries he'll be seen as weaker for walking with the cane, but the concern is kinda misplaced considering he can just like. beat someone to death with it if they don't take him seriously. But hes so anxious about it that even that logic doesn't help

Yes!!!! I think some people make them switch planets, which seems.... weird to me. Lik it feels kind of unnecessary and arbitrary to me, and I think it's a lot more interesting to figure out how slight changes of events would have drastically changed their personal trajectories than to just. Make a change like that. I also personally think its a bit flattening, like Prospitan good guys and Dersite bad guys. That's just not the case, definitely if you consider WV, AR, and PM, who are all of similar alignment and come from different planets. I also just like exploring how Prospit isn't all that great after all- for example, I don't think they take prisoners of war- it's usually interrogations followed by executions. Which makes sense to me from a gameplay standpoint- If your comrade as a player is captured by the enemy, it would feel unfair if they just killed them immediately- you should get a chance to rescue them. But the bad guys don't need to be afforded such a luxury- you get the information out of the spies you catch, and then get rid of them. It may seem to players that this means prison, but behind the scenes I think Prospitans can be fairly ruthless as a war force, because they're so serious about helping the players and ensuring the frog's creation, while i think Derse kind of knows the field of play is unequal, and has a slightly looser strictness in terms of allowing silly bullshit all the way up the chain. They play the villains, and definitely know it, so they have a bit of fun with it. Prospitans play to *win*, which is one reason why they'd take horrorterrors so seriously as a risk that cannot be allowed to propagate on their planet, y'know? I really like exploring Derse and Prospit in general, mobswitch is a fun way to do that, my Innovator and Scoff especially have some stuff from there that haunts them. tldr i think the Prospit/Derse switch is arbitrary and misplaced, maybe theres a way to do it well but its just not my style to make decisions like that for no substantial reason this response is a little long and im sorry for that but i really appreciate the chance to talk more about these guys! I made another post with more fun facts about Scoff here also in case you wanted to peep the horror, i super appreciate your ask and hope this isnt too long to read

[chocominnie]

Desperado — 09 (M) | JJK

Pairing: Badboy!Jungkook X Reader

Summary : A messy situationship at it’s finest. You don’t even know whats headed your way, just even engaging in the slightest within him. See, he has an assignment to complete. A mission granted by his father thats do or die. You just so happen to be a major pawn in that assignment. He didn’t mean to take an interest in you. Surely it was an accident right? Only except. you hold much value in this game that he’ll do anything to complete it. Oblivious is what you are. Poor thing. Poor.. Poor thing.

Genre: Mature/ Mafia!Jungkook

Trailer: xxxxx  preview 01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08

Word Count : 7.3k

Warnings : This honestly isn’t for the light hearted and the weak…High angst, usage of drugs, drug mentions, mental illness, switch!jungkook, Brat reader, possible stockholm syndrom, kidnapping, assault, death of side characters, murder, weapons, usage of weapons, masturbation, physical violence, blood, alcohol, weed, unprotected and protected sex, spanking, honestly its a lot of aruging…

Copyright: please do NOT repost, translate, or modify my works in any way, shape or form, on any platform. If found doing so , it is considered as plagiarism and appropriate LEGAL action will be taken

TW : Suicide, Body Hanging for display.

Her hair moves so flawlessly and the her breasts spill over the mini triangle bra with each sensual move she makes. The way her waist and body whines against the pole could leave absolutely anyone in a trance.The rhythm of the music blasts in the air and she’s directly on beat to it, not missing anything through the song playing. 

The led lights are dimmed low enough in a red color, but enough for everyone to see. Shes uncaring at the men in the room sizing her up in her designer high waisted thong that hugs her hips very well, showing off her round, plump ass. That was what she wanted, the attention all on her while they throw hundred dollar bills for her. 

“ Who knew someone could get down and dirty like that.”

To no suprise, Jimin, the ladies man but heartbreaker for sure, enters the private room and closing the door beind him. He throws a stack of money towards her, as he was the seemingly late one to the meet-up. 

“ Jungkook is late, he’s never late. What’s taking him so long?” A grumpy Namjoon says, looking down at his apple-watch. It’s half past 10 pm and usually he’s the first one here.

“ He’s probably sucking up to yn-”

The girl turns her head sharply towards the boys, overhearing what they said. She furrows her eyebrows at them, “ Why would he be doing that..”

Taehyung lets out a small groan. “ Because Mr. Lover boy has gotten himself a crush. The worst part is, she’s his target for this mission.”

“ Shut the fuck up. I don’t have a crush on her, i’m just doing my job.” A semi-loud voice roars through the doors. Everyone stops to look at the sudden intruder and to relief it’s him, Jungkook. 

Of course he has to lie about that. He knew for sure he caught himself up with you and the feelings were strong. Though the big bad mafia boy catching feelings for his target is highly uncommon, and Jungkook doesn’t know the consequences.

“ Jungkook..” The girl says, frowning at him with her hand on her hips. He takes a seat on the couch and tilts his head at her to go on. She rolls her eyes and shakes her head at the young boy. “ You fell for her.. so what about us?”

It isn’t hard to say that he doesn’t have any more feelings left for the girl. She and him both knew what they agreed upon. The pair had history together, sexual to be exact. Romance was hardly there if he were to be honest. She’d began actually working for Won-Shik, under this club they’re in now which is owned by him, a year ago. Jungkook had entered the club once when he was considered a minor, but that was to pass a message along to the girl from his father. He was told to go straight in and straight out. Of course, he did the exact opposite. Sat around looking at all the half naked women that night as the music blared loud. 

It wasn’t until his phone rang and it was Casper telling him to hurry up and come back to the car, is when he finally decided to get up and look for the girl. When he did find her, it was over with for him. The girl was, and still is, stunning. One of the many foreign girls in the club but she’s the one that stood out of all. She wore nothing but a small outfit as she danced on the pole. Her beauty mesmorized Jungkook that night as he watched her dance in awe. Soon enough she came to him showing her her dimply smile and perfect teeth.

He was stunned alright. She knew he looked to be too young for the club so she asked him his age. He told her, and thats when she nearly called security on him until he told her who he was and affiliated with. The message was passed along accordingly to her, she got the memo. Jungkook though, kept coming back to that club and always going to where she was, following her around the club like a lost puppy. She enjoyed his time, as all she did was sit and talk with him and that turned out to not be enough for him. He wanted her, and she insisted that he was too young for her. 

So Jungkook did what any other person would do when feeling rejected, he started to present himself like a true man and mafia boy. The gym was his favorite place after that and he buffed up very well. That jawline of his got sharper and his personality gained more confidence and dominant by the time he turned nineteen. He of course kept going at her, shooting his shot anytime he could and yet kept getting denied. It wasn’t until his nineteenth birthday is when he begged her telling her how bad he wanted her, and that lap dance he kept suggesting months before. Since it was his birthday and he was legal, she gave him what he wanted but that still wasn’t enough for him. He wanted her underneath him bad. The slight age gap between them didn’t phase Jungkook at all. What he wants, is what he gets. 

And he did.

And kept getting it, and getting it, and getting it since then. 

“ Relax baby, I’ll still be coming around you know that.” His voice is smooth, smirking at her.  He wasn’t going to be coming around as much, but he knew that would disappoint her. 

She purses her lips and begins walking towards him and sits directly on his lap, straddling him. Jungkook can’t push her off the way he wants to because it would confirm the crush rumors from the boys about you. So he lets her sit there, uncomfortable as hell for him. 

Namjoon clears his throat to get the rest of the group attention. It’s nearly 11 pm and Crystal has been blowing up his phone ever since he stepped foot in the club. He told her beforehand about the meeting, but she wanted him at her apartment by at least 1 am. 

“ We all know you love yn, but remember who you are Jungkook.” Namjoon says, glaring at the boy who returns the glare back at him. “ Fuck you. Like I said, im just doing my job.”

“ If you were doing your job Jungkook, there’s no way in the hell that it should take you this long. “ Jin retaliates. He knows hes right.

By this time, Jimin had finished preparing seven perfectly rolled blunts filled with the most finest imported weed. He places them onto the tray, taking his own and then passing the tray to Yoongi. Each of the boys take their own until it reaches down to Jungkook who takes his and puts the tray back onto the table. 

“ Enough about her. I was summoned to go over the details for the next seven days. “ Jungkook groans, sparking his blunt and inhaling. He passes it Melanie, who takes it to inhale as well. 

A malicious smile comes upon Yoongi’s face as he exhales the smoke into the already fogged up air. One thing he loves to talk about is torture. One of bangtan’s best walking torture device to be known.

“ Tonight we are starting.. I say you let me go first.” Yoongi pauses, taking a long inhale of his blunt. “ I’m coming for their trade transaction place. Arson, let me burn the bitch down and then fuck around with their father.”

It’s a good idea. Sending a message after burning it down straight to it’s opponent. Fire is Yoongi’s thing, and that’s his signature marking in the Bangtan Boys. The father of the shooter was one of their dealers, until the shooter’s father fucked up by taking money out of bangtan’s cut little by little. The boys knew about it, they waited for the perfect time back then to take action. Of course, giving them a mission to complete.. or so he thought. The mission was a false one. Created by Jungkook to catch him off guard. Jungkook used some of the mafia men on Won-Shik’s side to set up a trade off of drugs, decieving the shooter’s father by thinking they were just setting up a regular mafia trade from another gang. The trade was complete, but their protection was no more. Needless to say, the men didn’t even make it back to their cars. It was a bloodshed war between Jungkook’s assigned men and their men. The point was to send a memo that the Bangtan Boys were coming for them, and coming hard. 

Everynight for two weeks unimaginable signs were sent to their family. Ranging all the way from several gunshot bullets going through their home, to severed heads of previous betrayers of the bangtan boys, sitting right on their porch. By now, all the other gangs in Korea knew not to have any business with them. 

“ Day 2 I want it. I’m going for the mother. That scamming bitch and her precious flower shop? I’m shooting it up. Whoever lives, lives. Whoever dies, dies.” Jimin shrugs, smirking as he leans back in his spot.

“ Day 3, for me I’m sending another message. One of their men is gonna die in my god damn hands. I’ll be sure to take a selfie and send it to the father. The body will lay hanging on that pretty little oak tree in their yard.” Taehyung says. The boys are roar with shock that he’s said that. Normally he doesn’t like touching a dead body, so it’s a change for him.

The boys continue listing off the days and assigned tasks for the rest of the night into the wee early morning. Namjoon left after his, of course going straight to his girls apartment. They don’t judge him, seeing as though the boy really is in love and knows when and how to handle it. He definately doesn’t mix business and his love life together, unlike his other hyung.  Soon enough the banter and socializing ends and it’s time for Yoongi first. 

Night 1

It doesn’t take long for Yoongi to find the place. The empty steets of Seoul have soon faded into just dirt roads with the city left behind. The humming of his porsche echos through the night time air. Yoongi takes one final turn, making sure to pull into the place slowly like a true hunter keeping it’s eye on its prey. It’s not a full house tonight, even better. 

Taking the jug of gasoline out his car, he carries it with ease up to the empty warehouse. The wildlife outside don’t make a noise. As if they know who’s approaching and just shut right up. Forty degrees fahrenheit outside and lastnight’s snowfall piled all around.The darkness outside is haunting, anything could pop out at any second to kill the man. That doesn’t scare him at all. Darkness is always what he crave. Inside and out. 

“ Sir.. do you want us to go in with you?” 

Yoongi stops dead in his tracks. He’d almost forgotten about the back-up men Jungkook ordered for him. It’s not like he needed them anyways, but since Jungkook can’t be there with Yoongi, that was the next best choice. 

Rolling his eyes without turning around,“ No. Wait in your cars. I’ll handle it on my own.”

Just like that. The boys are off like lightening. Yoongi takes one final step towards the two double doors, and begins to pour the gasoline at it’s starting point. Usually, he’d go from the inside out, but seeing as though he wanted them to scurry out fearing for their lives, this is the next option as well. Soon enough, the enire jug is empty and he’s now poured all of it around the outside of the warehouse. Leaves crunch with every step he makes back to the starting point. Part of him hopes they can’t hear him from the outside. It’ll ruin the plans. 

The lighter in his pocket feels so smoothe against his palms as he reaches for it. It’s one of his signature ones with his initials on it. An andrenaline rush runs through his veins as flicks the ignition with his thumb. The flame all bright and orange as he stands there infront of the building. It’s going to be a damn good night.

Without hesitating, Yoongi runs his fingers through his hair and throws the lighter right onto the gasoline puddles. The way the whole ring of fire lights up infront of his eyes makes him laugh hysterically while watching the whole building go into flames. The loud crackling sounds of the now decomposing warehouse jumps him back into reality. 

He heads right towards the big tree next to the right of the warehouse, leaning on it with one foot up against it with his hands crossed. That sinister smile doesn’t leave his face. He enjoys the view of the men from the inside running out as fast as they can. Some falling in the ring of fire in the process. The fire is no match for any human as they try to stop drop and roll. Ha, as if that would work with a 15 foot fire consuming the warehouse. The dead bodies pile up on their own, just burning in the fire over their simple mistakes of falling and thinking they would survive the fire.

Until the golden egg comes out. He’s furious as runs out perfectly, as if he’s been through this, without managing to catch on fire. Yoongi chuckles, leaning off the tree. “ Kang Dong-Woo.”

Usually Yoongi would use the honorfics to people who were much older than him. In this case though, he doesn’t deserve honorifics. 

“ Min Yoongi.” He says, harshness laced within his voice. Dongwoo frowns when nearing the man. He knows what Yoongi is capable of, and that’s what sets his fight for flight into action.

“ Let’s get straight to it. Your daughter is after our leader. She seems to be doing the dirty work for you yeah? Did you not train her enough? Of course you know she wont be able to live after this right?”

Dongwoo laughs right into Yoongi’s face as if he was joking. It angers Yoongi, so he grabs Dongwoo by the shirt and drags the man over to the fire where he kicks the back of his legs to where he’s kneeling inches away from it. 

“ I don’t think this is a laughing matter, Dongwoo.” He growls, tightening his grip around Dongwoo’s arms that are behind his back. “ You want to die?”

“ She’s gonna fuck you all over.” He growls.” You may think she’s not capable of finishing off you guys one by one, but she is. I raised and trained her since a kid. She’s stronger with more energy than me. She’ll kill you all when you least expect it.”

Yoongi rolls his eyes at him.” The dumb bitch can’t even shoot right. Going for someone else knowing Jungkook would save them is an ameteur move. Should’ve went straight for his damn head.”

“ I’ll make sure she’ll bring you guys hell Min Yoongi. All of you. Tell that shit to Jungkook and his daddy for me alright?” He mocks, laughing again at the boy to taunt him.

Yoongi doesn’t care for it. He’s had enough of this foolish talk. With one swift move he kicks the man’s back making him fall down to the left side, away from the fire. He’s lost it. He’s totally lost it at this point and there is no going back. Kick after kick after kick, he doesn’t stop. No. Not until the Dongwoo is sure to cough up blood. The crimson liquid poors from his mouth as he lays there. No remorse is felt.

Besides, the bastard bitch needed to get the message. Consider it message recieved. 

Night 2

The flower shop is full, but not full to its entirety. There's tons of different bouquets and arrangements set around the pretty shop, from what he can see from the outside. It’s almost closing time, an hour left. Jimin’s fingertips grip on the steering wheel, anxious but patient to make his move. He’s running off of pure adrenaline and 2 cans of monster that are crushed and sitting in the passenger seat. Waiting isn’t his forte and he’d honestly like to get this show on the road now.

The moon is out and shining bright tonight. A sigh escapes his lips when he glances again at the shop. The only reason he’s not done it yet is due to the fact that there is a child and his mother inside. Rule number 2 of Bangtan, injure no child. The price to pay if you were to break the rule? Simply it would cost you your own damn life.

As if time would of went any slower for the boy, the child and his mother finally made their transaction and made it out of the store, heading across the street to continue their journey of shopping. It’s go time.

He knew to come prepared with his bulletproof vest and full face ski mask, long Sleeve black shirt to cover all the markings he has and also the two tattoos on each of his arms. He knew that the little lady wouldn’t be so dumb to not carry, or at-least have someone inside that would be her undercover security. Considering who her husband is, there’s no way she won’t be protected.

Oh how innocent the people look to not know what’s coming next. Jimin loads his Glock 19 with golden bullets that have Bangtan Boys initials and symbols on it just before pulling his mask down and getting out the car. He makes sure to signal his back-up men to create a distraction so he could make his entrance. Sure enough, a loud boom in the near distance of what sounds like some type of construction falling, echos loudly. It turns heads from all around to look where the sound came from, making it easy for Jimin to slide into the flower-shop.

Not a sound made by him. He draws his gun and pulls the safety off the trigger, then cocks it. Eyes are all on him as his eyes shift around the room looking for his target. There she is, eyes wide in the middle of a transaction for two middle aged couple. His eyes set into hers, lowly smiling and pointing it at her. The way everyone frantically screams and cries out doesn’t phase Jimin, no. It just encourages him even more as he starts firing shots mid air, shooting any and every person in sight for the hell of it. Bodies drop to the ground, and the bloodbath begins.

Jimin doesn’t hesitate to step over everybody, eyes still set on his target. The middle aged couple’s shrieks were cut short by their bodies dropping to the ground with three shots each to their hearts.

“ Park J-” He cuts her crying off with a finger to his lips, daring her to say his name in public. She gets the memo. “ I wouldn’t if I were you.”

The barrel is pressed against her temple as she trembles with fear. He cocks his head to the side, smiling at her when he taps the gun against her head harshly, repeatedly. “ You know why I’m here.”

“ You kill me and she will murder you all.”

Jimin chuckles, “ That’s what you guys think. We don’t have time for your gimmicks. It was you guys who stole money from us. Why did you think you’d still be protected from the law from us? Getting your daughter to go for the leader first is dumb, like the rest of you.”

“ We almost went to prison for you guys, remember that? We needed that cut money from you guys to pay off our legal fees. Thats why we stole. We completed your dirty work while trying to pay off the fees, its the least you guys could of did as a reward.”

“ That’s not how it would’ve worked. You fucked up. All of you.”

With two shots to the leg, she falls into Jimins arms. He rolls his eyes and throws his body off of him and onto the floor. It’s going to be a headache trying to explain to the dry cleaners why there is blood stains on his designer ripped jeans.

Night 3

It was too easy, way too easy. It took nothing to lure that man right into Taehyung’s trap. Nothing but a simple few slick comments made to him for him to get a riled up at the wrong person. Taehyung had spotted the man prior heading into the park with a small duffle bag. He assumed it was for a night trade off for some other person who had delivered drugs for him. Nontheless, it was merely too easy to pose as the alleged person who completed the mission. 

A rookie. That guy must’ve been a rookie. 

When the money was handed off to Taehyung, he tossed it to the side and struck the man down. The two did fight on the concrete floor for a bit but the man was no match for Taehyung’s quick moves. Taehyung’s pocket knife dances around the man’s throat as his body is pinned to the ground. 

“ Rookie mistake not verifying if I’m the real one.” He chuckles, pressing the blade against the mans neck. The man pleads for his life but it’s no use. Message must be sent, that it’s no way you’ll fuck around with Bangtan and escape.

“ You know, I would’ve trained you more than Dongwoo. Letting the weakest link go run an errand? Ha. Your boss set you up for that one.” 

Although the man is merely innocent, it doesn’t stop Taehyung from slicing into the man’s neck. A blood curdling scream comes out, but soon hushed over as his will of breathing and screaming is cut. It’s music to Tae’s ears. 

The body is transfered per request of Taehyung to his back-up men. It’s not like him to touch a bloody dead body. So they take him into the back of their car and follow Taehyung to the residential house of the shooter. Nothing more than 10 minutes away. 

The lights are cut off in the neighborhood. Not a sound made other than the two cars coming down the street. Everyone seems to be at peace and quiet in their homes. Sleeping to say the least. Upon arrival, Taehyung parks his car right infront of the house. The back-up men drag the bloody body out the car and onto their lawn, placing it right under the oak tree. 

Taehyung takes the rope be brought along with him, and begins to tie multiple knots around a sturdy branch from the tree. When done, he wraps some of the rope around the dead boy’s neck, tying it into a slipknot and hoists him up high into the air. 

The body dangles from the tree like a flag waving in the sky proud and high. He signals for the boys that the assignment is done and that they’re free to leave. Taehyung though, he just sits back in admiration of his work. It’s been a while sinice he felt this way. So he stands there soaking it all in. 

Message recieved. 

Since it’s been three entire days of hell, Jungkook knew his day will be approaching faster than ever. If only it could get here faster though. Truth is, Won-Shik isn’t too happy about Jungkook’s plan still not being complete. At this point, the father is going against him any chance he gets to just get this over with. 

Luckily, tonight he’d be able to meet with his father again with some good news. It hasn’t been brought to his attention yet about your father being in Taiwan. With the technology of Won-Shik’s men, your father could be brought here within 12 hours tops. 

“ Father.” Jungkook says, entering his office doors. The boy fixes his leather jacket upon entering and places his hands back into his pockets. “ I have news.”

Won-Shik is one to not play around with. Interupting his office time is a big, big deal. One is to not enter without it being urgency. That rule still applies to the heir of the company. “ It better be damn good because your plan isn’t getting anywhere Jeon Jungkook.”

Won-Shik takes his glasses off and sets them to the side on his desk. Its full of papers and photos of himself and Jungkook when he was a child. His favorite one right in the middle, where Jungkook had just ate some cherry flavored ice cream and his lips were all red as he smiled for the camera showing his two front teeth. It reminded him of when Jungkook was easier to manage rather as to now where he’s a damn menace.

“ Taiwan. Her father is in Taiwan. I don’t think it’s Taipei though.. he’s hiding so a city wouldn’t be ideal. I say search the mountains first, then the city.”

Bringing this proposal to the table meant that Jungkook wanted to atleast gain his father’s trust back. Hell, he wanted all this to be over with by now because you were driving him crazy to the point where he’s beginning to actually forget who the hell he was and why he was assigned this mission. The plan was not to fall, but to complete. He’d be lying if he wasn’t knee deep in love with you right now. It all comes down to him protecting you from his father at this point. 

“ So your little plan is suddenly working huh.. still doesn’t mean she gets to run free Jungkook.” He says, smirking at the boy to challange him. Jungkook knew that. Once it’s proven that your father is the snitch, all of the family dies.

You’re innocent. Too innocent to know that or to be even tangled in that mafia mess of his. Part of him wishes he never met you and never had been assigned this mission. Then everything would be so damn different and emotions wouldn’t be caught up in this. From the moment he met you, he knew it would be hard. You have always held a special part in his heart. Only because you acted just like his mother. Sweet, but sassy and it hurt him a lot on how you remind him of her. You even word your words just like her, even when upset. Everything about you, is just like her. 

It was hard to not get attached to wanting to get to know you more. Somehow he thought that if he got to know you, he’d somehow fill that hole inside him of his mother’s disappearance. As if you were going to be his new replica as you would be the one to put a band-aid on that hole to patch it up. 

Here you are, not knowing you could die any moment and it will all be thanks to Jeon Jungkook, who couldn’t save you fast enough. 

“ I know. But she’s innocent. She doesn’t even know her dad worked with us. I swear she doesn’t.”  Jungkook bites his lip in hopes that there could be someway to save you by the hands of your father.

 “ I dont care!” He roars, jumping out his seat. Jungkook flinches, backing up a bit from the sudden outburst. “ You know not to mix business and pleasure. You reap what you sew. You get to pay the consequences.”

Jungkook knew that though. 

“ Father-”

“ Nothing more. I’ll have my team start the search right now. You on the other hand, get you god-damn shit together Jungkook. You’re the heir, not a damn lover-boy. Got it?”

It is no use of arguing with him. Jungkook looks down at the ground and nods his head yes just before Won-Shik dismisses him. It’s going to hurt. Seeing you dead. He hopes for a miracle can happen, that your father will not be the snitch. That you and him could live happily ever after. There will no be any happily ever after about this situation though. One will die. Just a matter of who it will be. 

The vibrating sensation in his pocket snaps him out of his trance. An incoming call from Namjoon. It’s alarming since today is Namjoon’s day of hell, and only one thing could be happening right now if he’s calling for Jungkook. 

There’s been a mistake.

“ What is it Namjoon.” 

“ She fucking outsmarted me. The bitch caught on to where my location would be for the next kill. I don’t know where the fuck she is Jungkook.. this is bad.”

Jungkook sighs heavily, closing his eyes while letting out strings of curses come from his mouth. Shit couldn’t get possibly worse than this right now. Namjoon said he’d wanted to go straight for the killer and bust her up a bit. Give her some words and a branding on her. He had wanted to do it with a knife, carving the initals of Bangtan Boys into her upper hip. Namjoon had zero problem tracking her next location down, as he had been keeping an eye on her all day. To him, it seemed as if she would be heading to an orchestra shop in the city. Every step she took, Namjoon took it too. 

Until she rounded the corner to go inside the shop and she wasn’t there. There wasn’t any outlet. The shop was on a dead end street surrounded by other shops that they both had passed. There was no way she didn’t go back, he would of saw it. He saw her go into the store, so she had to be there right?

Wrong. You see she knew all this time that Namjoon was followering her while in disguise. The orchestra shop where she led him to, she knew the owner. They were good friends. She had spoken to him asking if that she could use his upstairs office to read over some of the newest edition of music pieces for her to practice. He obliged, and she made up there in time before Namjoon came inside.

Up there, she’d be lying if she wasn’t scared to death. All this week the boys had definately given her hell. Each day with zero remorse. It was taking a toll on her for sure. Taking up this assignment by herself wasn’t something easy but she wanted to prove to him that she can be just like him. That she wanted to work with him too to take down Bangtan for decieving them and leaving them in the dust. 

She can’t do it. The boys are to expierenced for her. It’s a bad mistake that she cannot come back from. You see, she thought it would be easy to befriend you and become close to you after you’d laid eyes upon Jungkook your first day here. She knew you’d soon fall for him, like any other girl did, and that would be her easy acess to him from you. It was all planned beforehand. To be quiet and observe you and your moves with him. In her mind, Jungkook needed to die first. The boys can’t function all that well without him, so that would be the weak spot to take advantage of if he would’ve died when she knew he’d take the bullet for you. She coudn’t shoot him first, it’d be too straightforward and blunt. 

It was going all well. Deep in the inside she was jealous of you as well. Sungmin had been her crush for years, they even almost dated. Until you came along and he left her in the dust for you. Sungmin is everything she wanted in a boy, but you took that away from her. Her chances to date him ruined by you. It hurt everyday to see him head over heels in love with you, when that was just her at one point before you came along. Not only that, but she seen the way you play with Sungmin’s emotions. It made her upset that you do that. Sungmin’s love is a drug, whether it be friendship love or romantic, nobody can get enough of it. 

All this stressed her out to her max. Her family being hurt because of her, her mom unable to walk for the next few weeks is all because of her. Only cause she cannot complete this task she brought onto herself. As if being in danger because of Won-Shik and Bangtan wasn’t enough beforehand, she just made things worse all in all. There is no way out of this for her and her family. So it’s time to just accept it and say goodbye to it all and start a new life. 

“ I’ll find her. You wait at the base and I’ll report back to you guys after I find her. When I do, you will come and finish your damn task Namjoon. Do you hear me?” Jungkook’s beyond pissed at this point. If it wasn’t for him, the boys would be lost as fuck without him.

He shoots Casper a text, letting him know that he is to follow him closely as he searches for her. To his luck, Casper was already outside his apartment building in his car. Not long after he pops those contacts in and changes his outfit again, he’s cruising the streets of Seoul in his midnight purple lamborghini. 

The pain in his shoulder throbs with each turn he has to make with the wheel of his car. A little pain medicine would of helped beforehand, but rushing to get this shit over with was more important. This bitch definately has it coming. It’s been taking Jungkook these past few days to not just up and kill her. No that would just be too easy. Torture and marinating her to lose her shit at the last minute is something so satisfying to him. 

The streets of Seoul soon end behind him and the Mappo Bridge comes into view. It had been an a whole hour searching around the areas of where she could’ve been, including where she was last seen. No sights of her at all. She’s good at this for sure. Text messages are sent back and forth between the boys and Jungkook. They’re all on edge, tired, and frustrated at this chasing game that they’re all playing.

He’d almost missed it. The body walking alongside the side-walk of the bridge with their head hanging low and hoodie on. It’s the hoodie of his school, but most importantly it has their class graduation year on it. It has to be her. Jungkook flashes his hazard lights on, letting Casper know to pull over with him. 

It’s now or never.

After sending the text to Namjoon, he’s out the car and jogging towards the suspect. Height, body type, and shoes match the alleged identity. It seems she’s too into something to notice the extra footsteps behind her. He can’t do anything to her though, it’s not his night. 

“ Kang Minlee.”

She stops dead in her tracks as if a ghost had called her name. Frozen, she stands there contemplating on running or staying. If she runs, she’s dead. If she stays, shes dead. 

“ You think..” He pauses, grabbing her arm and turning her around to face him. Her face is red from crying and her glasses all fogged up from underneath her mask. For a split second, Jungkook does feel regret. 

Killing a classmate of his wasn’t something he’d ideally let happen. But it’s far too late to not have her killed off. “ You think that running away is the best option?”

Minlee trembles underneath his grip, “ I made a mistake. Please just let me go. Let me and my family go and we’ll leave you alone forever.” She breaks down into tears, placing her hand over his in attempt to let her go. 

It didn’t hurt Jungkook to see her like this. All in all it just feels weird to him. Weird to have one of his classmates begging for her life to be spared from the gruesome events to come. 

“ You know I can’t do that.” It honestly can’t be an option at this point. It’d be better to just continue out her days of hell with her family. “ You came for me, that means you die.”

Finally she jerks her arm back from his still in tears as she starts to back away slowly. Jungkook knew that she wouldn’t run. Not in this case. Letting her cry it out was the best way, hell it’s the only way because Namjoon would be here any minute to brand her. It would mean she belonged to Bangtan after that, and she’d have to keep quiet as they planned out her death.

Her sudden movement from the ground to climbing up the railing of the bridge alarms Jungkook. She cries louder when Jungkook comes closer to getting her down so he stops. Suicide? Right now? What happened to being all big and bold? It confuses Jungkook as to why she would take her own life right now. Either way she’d still end up dead and unhappy if Bangtan would kill her or she’d kill herself. 

“ Jungkook!” She semi-yells, pointing to the direction behind him as another guy approaches them. Just in time, the sound of Namjoon’s car can be heard from afar. He’s getting close.

The guy she’s pointed to is Casper, who’s also alarmed at the fact that she’s close to the edge right now. Jungkook holds his hand up at Casper for him to stop right there and shakes his head, meaning that it’s too risky for Casper to step in right now. Casper nods and Jungkooks turns back to the scene. 

“ Don’t you think that I’ve suffered enough? Everyday you guys give me hell. My mom can’t walk because of you guys, and my dad has health issues. You left us in the dust when we needed your support the most! I was almost put up for adoption a year ago because of you!” She sobs, wiping her never ending tears with her hoodie sleeves. 

Jungkook doesn’t know what to say, or do. It’s not like him to have sympathy over a rival. It’s just not in him at this very moment. 

Minlee continues on, “ Yn? She took what’s mine. My Sungmin. She plays with his heart and it hurts him a lot. I wouldn’t have did that. But no, he’s head over heels in love with him. I got left in the dust when she came along and it looks like everyone loves her, including you Jungkook. My friendgroup does anything and everything she wants because she’s just oh so little miss perfect. That was supposed to be me!”

There it is. The jealousy. Jungkook would have never known it. It’s all news and shock to him. Sungmin and Minlee? Didn’t seem like a match to begin with. 

Her dramatic meltdown continues on, but Jungkook allows it. Namjoon will be here any minute to sneakily get her down. Where is he and why the hell is he taking so long?

As if on cue, Namjoon pulls up to the scene and immediately gets out his car running towards the girl. Jungkook waves his hands for him to stop, eyes wide with a finger to his lips. The last thing he wanted was for the girl to jump. A death from their school? Surely was to be put on him and his boys. 

Namjoon stops infront of Jungkook’s car, confused as to what’s going on. Jungkook mouthes to him the words suicide attempt. That’s when Namjoon gets it and decides to let him handle getting her down. 

“ Yeah it was meant to be you. But I plan to take Yn away anyways. Then you and Sungmin could come together again.” Jungkook’s convincing isn’t convincing enough, she doesn’t buy it at all.

“ If I get down I’m going to die. There is no escaping that within the next few days i’d be dead in your hands. I made a mistake and there is no going back. Spare my parents. Let them live. I’m the one that started this. I’ll be the one to finish it.”

The girl lifts one foot off the railing and leans backwards. Jungkook’s breath hitches along with Namjoons. No. It wasn’t supposed to end like this. 

“ Kang Minlee!” They both scream, running towards her. It’s too late though. Her body falls gracefully down as all three of them watch over the railing. She looks peaceful, a smile on her face while her body is sprawled out in the air.

Inches before she hits the water, the three of the boys look away with only the sound of dense water splashing to fill their ears. Namjoon sighs, putting his hands against his head. Jungkook stands there in complete shock. Casper, well Casper just shakes his head knowing the two boys weren’t prepared for that.

“ We fucked up Jungkook.”

“ I fucking know that Namjoon.” His voice cracks. It isn’t like Jungkook to cry. No not at all. Especially for a target like that. At the end of the day she was human and she did what any daughter would do for her family.

 She was also your friend.

You hadn’t heard about her death yet the next day. It’s a normal saturday morning for you. This time you’d decided to go to the cafe with your laptop and write your essay for your Psychology class. The cafe is nice, it’s cat themed and has some pretty kittens running around the outside of the kitchen and customer service area. 

As soon as you order and sit down with your Caramel frappe you spot a white kitten laying near you on the floor. A smile comes upon your face when it comes to you when you call for it. They don’t have these in Canada. Cat Cafes. The kitten lets out his purrs when you rub his back as he lays across your lap. The nametag says Mochi, a cute name for a cute kitten. 

Minutes seem to pass by without your knowledge. You’d been too into typing to hear the news on the tv being broadcasted live. It wasn’t until you heard suicide of a teenage student on Mappo Bridge. That got your attention.

You listen carefully as the news reporter goes into detail of how the body was found. It had gotten caught on a rock as the stream moved it around. A mother had found it with her kid as they walked across the bridge that early morning to look at beautiful water. It saddens you to know someone took their life. Maybe if that person had access to getting help, they’d live to see many more days. 

When they announce the name and show a school picture of the student, the look on your face drops. 

Minlee. It’s Minlee on the screen. Its all too much for you right now. Your stomach twists and turns along with your hands that begin fidgeting. She seemed so healthy and happy these past few days when you saw her. It didn’t add up. It wasn’t going to ever add up to you that you had just lost one of your new friends.

Packing your things up in a hurry, your phone begins to go off with a bunch of text messages at a time. You know it could be the groupchat. What you wanted to the most right now, is to go home to cry and calm down. You shove everything in your backpack and place the kitten back on the floor nicely before taking off towards the door. You bump into somebody on the way out, causing them to drop a picture in their hand. The two of you both reach to pick it up, but they pick it up first before you.

“ I’m sorr-”

You’ve seen her before. Long curled hair, big dimple on her left cheek, and bangs. 

There’s no fucking way.