#cuz WOW what a convenient time and place for a battle

[thefoodwiththedood]

Here's an innocent TMI ask! Hes, why did you cut your hair, and Cerate, how'd you get that scar on your eye?

It’s TMI Tuesday! Ask my muse anything you want and they’ll have to answer honestly.

Hes: “That probably is the most innocent one we’ve gotten, isn’t it?”

Cerate: “I think so! Anyway, yeah, it’s funny you should ask, because we have sort of the same answer for both.”

Hes: “The short version of it? Empire.”

Cerate: “Pffbt, yeah, I think that sums up all our problems. The longer version is that, a couple years back, there was this Inquisitor tracking us down. The same Inquisitor that, uh…killed my mom, in fact. Guess she wanted me too, huh?”

Hes: “We sure put that bitch in her place, though, didn’t we?”

Cerate: “Well yeah, but I think that’s just ‘cause we got lucky—I’m getting to that, though,”

(The rest of the story’s under the cut, it got a little long as I was writing it)

Cerate: “So basically, the Inquisitor chased us halfway across the galaxy and back,”

Hes: “And not ‘cause she was ordered to, might I add, this cunt just wanted to finish the job that bad—I’m pretty sure the Emperor even had the Inquisitorius disbanded by this point, so she was probably just goin’ rogue.”

Cerate: “That’d explain why she was alone, I guess. Anyway, yeah, eventually we just got tired of running, and we decided to just stop and try to kill her—or slow her down, at least.”

Hes: “No easy feat, keep in mind—did we mention she was a Gen’dai? As in, a virtually-unkillable, gross-sack-of-immortal-muscles-and-shit Gen’dai?”

Cerate: “Not just virtually unkillable—had we not been at the right place at the right time, she’d probably still be hunting us. Again, though, I’ll get to that. So yeah, we decided we’d choose Alderaan as a place to fight—no reason why, really, it was just the closest planet to us. We parked our ship in the forest, she parked hers across from ours, and for a while she just stood there, staring us down all creepy-like,”

Hes: “Bit needlessly dramatic, if you ask me, but what else can you expect from a Sith,”

Cerate: “I know, right? So finally, I walked out with my sabers drawn, while Hes stood back by the ship in case I needed backup—and that’s where the fight began.”

Hes: “No joke, kid, I’m still surprised how well you held your own there—you weren’t even breakin’ a sweat!”

Cerate: “I know! I’m glad I at least looked convincing, ‘cause I was legit scared half to death. So yeah, for a little bit it was just me fighting her, but eventually I did kinda slip up. She knocked one of my sabers out of my hand, and while I was trying to grab it she got a quick slash in on my face—hence, of course, the scar,”

Hes: “I almost had a heart attack right then, not gonna lie,”

Cerate: “Imagine how I felt! So yeah, I’m on the ground, one hand on my face, and this giant Gen’dai is standing over me about to deliver a killing blow. So what do I do? I pull my other saber towards me with the Force, it ignites mid-air, and BAM, clean cut right through her waist!”

Hes: “And that’s where I jumped in—while she was re-forming, I helped Cer up and pulled out my own sabers, then we double-teamed that bitch,”

Cerate: “Oh, c’mon, don’t say it like that—yeah, so me and Hes fought together to cut her up some more, and all she could manage to do before she was totally diced was go for Hes’ neck.”

Hes: “But ya guessed it, all she got was my hair. I grew that shit for YEARS, and what does she do? Shears that shit off in an instant. All I could smell was burnt hair for days after, it was the worst,”

Cerate: “I think the alternative would’ve been the worst. So yeah, once she was in pieces, we used the Force to throw them every which way, and we made a bee-line back to our ship.

Hes: “Then we blew her ship up, flew off, and we were in the clear!”

Cerate: “Well, as in the clear as we could’ve been then. We both knew she’d be back—like you said, Gen’dai are virtually unkillable. So we agreed to just bide our time, get stronger, and the next time, whenever it came, we would be ready. That would’ve been ‘The End’, but...”

Hes: “KABOOM! We look back behind us and, guess what? Alderaan’s gone. Just blown up. Vaporized. Literally the whole planet, just gone in an instant.”

Cerate: “Needless to say, we were...shocked. All those people dead, all of them innocent...and what’s worse, just before we jumped to hyperspace, we saw the Empire’s Death Star in the wake of it all.”

Hes: “It’s just...how could they...to a whole planet of their own? I’m just glad that bastard Tarkin got what was coming to him, eventually,”

Cerate: “It was an emotional ride back to Devaron, to say the least. If it wasn’t for the Alliance, they might’ve come to us next,”

Hes: “We’re still not joining them, though. I’ll die fighting for Devaron before I become one of Mothma’s lackeys,”

Cerate: “I know, I know, I’m just giving credit where it’s due—point is, that Inquisitor’s probably gone for good now, the Death Star’s destroyed, and Hes and I are all good,”

Hes: “If a little pissed still—I really liked my hair like that,”

Cerate: “Hey, c’mon, your hair still looks good! At least now you can wear a helmet again,”

Hes: “Yeah, true—and hey, that scar looks badass too, not gonna lie,”

Cerate: “Aw, thanks! Guess it’s nice to get something out of that fight,”

Hes: “Besides some well-earned revenge, you mean,”

Cerate: “Now now, revenge isn’t the Jedi way, is it?”

Hes: “Ha! We’re way too cool to be Jedi, you know that—oh, shit, we went off on a tangent there, didn’t we?”

Cerate: “We sure did! Anyway, yeah, thanks for the ask!”

[probably-haven]

Hello!

So I’m the anon who asked for more Archon War Venti headcanons and I just loved it! I really like reading your headcanons cuz some of them are similar to mine but mostly are headcanons that I didn’t think of so it really is nice to read and see your thoughts about Venti!

I feel like as if I’m asking too much but could you keep doing these types of headcanons? Like it doesn’t have to be Archon War headcanons but like some headcanons about Venti’s relationship with the Ragnvindrs and Gunnhildrs. Because the first Gunnhildr was the first one who prayed to Barbatos and the first Ragnvindr was his friend who left but came back and I really wanna hear your thoughts on that!

And I’ve decided to get off anon cuz you just replied to my texts and I wasn’t expecting that so I’ve got a short confidence boost that I am completely taking advantage of! And thanks for the advice! or uhh comment? observation? I’m not entirely sure but thank you for that! I’ve heard that be said to me a few times and I have been trying to be more, uhh, assertive so thanks for that!

rfouierjkhfkecs i actually came across information on Gunnhildr and the "Red-haired warrior" yesterday when i was doing more research into the rebellion against Decarabian and I was like "wow this would be really fucking fun to research and theorize on, but its too specific/niche to include unprompted no matter how much i want to" but bestie you prompted, and im literally so happy right now because I didn't think I'd ever really get the chance to post about them!

also lmao yeah, i tend to try and reply to as much as I can, since it's a good feeling when someone does and all. but yeah, no problem! I’m glad you felt confident enough to reveal XD. 

This may be structured a bit more like analysis/theory/just citing canon things at first before it gets into a more headcanony format.

ehe i have so much free reign on this it's lovely

More Archon War Era Venti: one two three

spoilers for Venti's backstory and Diluc's(kinda, i think, just in case)

first things first, laying down some canon background because before yesterday i hadn't heard of either of them outside of that one cutscene.

the very reason Decarabian had his storm wall up in the first place was because at the time Andrius had declared war on him- and his tower, and the city of Mondstadt by extent, were basically constantly under attack by Andrius's blizzards, which since he was still alive back then, were a lot bigger and covered basically what seems to be the whole of Mondstadt outside the barrier.

This meant that people had two options. Live in the city under Decarabian's oppression, or live outside the barrier, and brave the blizzards of a warring god... which was not a good idea

but the Gunnhildr clan(not yet called that) tried- and they almost died because of it. In the midst of a blizzard, the clan chief's daughter, named Gunnhildr(which the clan would be named after later) sent out a prayer that was heard by a wandering wind spirit. And the faith of that prayer gave the spirit enough power to create a small shelter to protect them.

When her father past, she became the new leader and also a priestess. She would later lead the clan to fight Decarabian alongside four others. And basically the Gunnhildr Clan ended up as like sworn protectors of Mondstadt

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as for the red-haired warrior, who is basically assumed to be the earliest known ancestor of the Ragnvindir clan(im gonna refer to as Ragnvindir for convenience sake, even though "Ragnvindir" is technically a different character from Vanessa's era)theres not much information on him, but heres what i have from the various wiki's

- he was a wanderer

- one of the first to use the sign of windblume to find other rebels(so he's intelligent)

- actively propped up the nameless bard so he could watch as the tower was destroyed

there's this little tidbit too from the Windblume Ode bow's description that im probably gonna talk about a considerable amount too: "Atop the ruins of the ancient tower, amidst the cheers, songs, and tears of those who had newly won their freedom. A red-haired warrior turned his back on the newborn god, hidden like a single raindrop in a tidal wave of humanity. He was first among those who passed the secret sign of Windblume, the one who wove threads of dawn throughout the long night. His name has since been lost to time, but his deeds are still remembered in song." followed later by "The fate of this clan will likely never change: they shall ever live in the darkness and bring forth the flame of dawn."

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Now I'm going to start with the Ragnvindir(geez, why's it spelled like that tho)

My idea of his character is basically formed by a mix of Ragnvindir stereotypes and just generally analyzing text.

So what do we know about Ragnvindir's for sure? they are shady motherfuckers- or at least they rarely operate in the spotlight. also damn, these guys are more cursed than anemo vision wielders- like the only one who didn't canonically lose someone close to them was Crepus, but considering that Diluc doesn't exactly have a mom..... he probably did

so what do we know? - he was close with the nameless bard - he was intelligent - he likely operated primarily from the shadows "ever living in the darkness" - he was a wanderer - he abandoned Venti during the celebration - but his deeds were still remembered in song, so Venti and him were likely still close

now the question of the century: how will i choose to interpret "turned his back on the newborn god"? And honestly, I'm- not sure- at first i assumed he abandoned him completely- but Venti did still make sure to carry on his memory- which could just be Venti being Venti, but for the sake of sanity, this is how I'm interpreting it.

A lot of things happened to the Ragnvindir that day. He lost a friend, saw another become a god to replace the one they had conquered, and he saw his goal, his reason for being in Mondstadt, come to fruition. "see the world through my eyes" the bard had said, and the Ragnvindir had been a wanderer even before. Sure, the people had won freedom, and that was to be celebrated, but he's intelligent to recognize that people would likely see him as one of the key figures in leading the rebellion. And for him this was a solemn time, and ending to a chapter, and not being one to operate in the spotlight, the last thing he'd want is to be swept up in festivities and attention at a time like this.

It also likely didn't help that he's probably smart enough to understand the idea of "power corrupts," and seeing the wind sprite just readily accept the mantle of Archon was likely not the most comforting thing to happen in the given situation after all. But Decarabian was gone, and Andrius had ceased his blizzards, so without a word, he slipped into the crowd and left, a wanderer once more.

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now back to Gunnhildr

she was the first to receive an anemo vision from Barbatos, no I do not take criticism on this "the power bestowed on her by Barbatos" like please, they basically said it.

It also mentions that she crowned Venti with laurels(symbol of vistory) after the battle- the book Biography of Gunnhildr additionally says "the Gunnhildr Clan will continue honoring the legacy of its ancestors and its duty to the Anemo Archon: to protect Mondstadt, the land and all who inhabit it, forever."

I really like this because it conveniently ties into my past headcanon about Venti granting visions to the people of Mondstadt and having them be the ones to erect wind barriers and defend the city in his absence.

So in the Archon War I like to imagine that the Gunnhildr clan had a lot of people who were actually granted visions and were basically in charge of protecting it from those who would attempt to ambush them.

Mondstadt essentially became known for this- the fact that the mortals within it were strong enough to fend off the force of a god without support from their own.

but regardless, Gunnhildr, as she had before, served as a priestess to Barbatos, the closest thing that Mondstadt had to a ruler, and yet she only took charge of prayer and protection.... i hate to just- equate them to their descendants- but to an extent- her role was kind of like a merge between Jean and Barbara- Except with a whole lot less structure.... i really dont want their characters to just be carbon copies of the descendants but- c'mon, the comparison was right there.

anyways besties- back to Venti so i can tie them in

The Archon War was one of the worst times for Venti in his entire life thus far. And the time immediately after Decarbian's fall, while Gunnhildr and the Ragnvindir were still alive, was the key period of time in which things could have gone very differently.

Venti is the god of freedom. That's a reoccurring theme and I think I've made that abundantly clear. But during this time, Venti was anything but free.

I've mentioned before how he would stay far from the city of Mondstadt so the shockwave of his death wouldn't reach him, should he fall.... well- Venti is new to a lot of things- godhood- humanity- war- freedom- and at this point he was trying hard to figure out how to be Mondstadt's god without becoming Decarabian, and while still being able to survive, and make sure they survived, and see the world for his friend, and carry on his friends legacy.

And this is a lot of stuff for what was once a carefree elemental being, and there were certain things that had to be done for this to happen. He couldn't just stay in Mondstadt, or he would grow weak and his people would be vulnerable to attack, but he couldn't abandon it, because despite being able to fend for themselves, there's always hat just in case. He couldn't stay in any one place outside of Mondstadt for very long or he'd be found and killed. He knew in order for Mondstadt to survive he would have to take an active role in the war, strengthen himself so he could defend Mondstadt, and thats exactly what he did.

He started by going after the less powerful gods, ones he had a chance at beating with the power he got from the Gunnhildr clan and the rest of Mond, and by wiping them out, he would grow stronger, so he kept it up- working his way up the metaphorical ladder.

but he couldn't let anyone near him either, because he knew just what would happen if he was attacked then. Were it not for Gunnhildr's prayer, the early years of the Archon War would have been without contest the loneliest time of his life, and there would be nothing he could do about it, bound by survival and his attachment to the legacy of his friend, constantly fearing for his life and going against his very nature as the god of freedom. Frankly thrust into that circumstance that early on, and having to face it alone, it's likely that Venti would have caved under the pressure and dropped his attachment to either his survival, or to his friends legacy... or just something entirely worse(isolation messes with brains) so I'm attributing the fact that he didn't do that to Gunnhildr's companionship, speaking to him and guiding him through it as he had guided her through the blizzard some time ago.

I also like to think that she's responsible for founding at least a number of the different celebrations that still happen in Mondstadt even now.

Ugh supportive warrior priestess- we stan

anyway meanwhile! we got the Ragnvindir

He hears about Venti taking part in the Archon war during his wanderings and returns to Mondstadt to check in, wary of what he might find.

Venti, who hadn't seen him since the rebellion, is elated to say the least and they do a bit of catching up because they need it

and then the conversation turns more serious, and the Ragnvindir brings up a third thing that Venti needs to hold onto- his humanity.

See, in the early years, just desperate to get a foothold on the world, Venti's first number of targets were just indiscriminately going after those he knew to be weaker than him, and the Ragnvindir points this out, saying that while it's not necessarily bad, if he keeps doing it, it won't be long until he causes his and, by extent, Mondstadt's legacy to be tainted by a reputation for slaughter, no better than any of the other bloodthirsty gods that frequented the war's fields. "Think of what the bard would do, we were both close enough to do that much"

And Venti becomes yet more caged, but recognizes that he's right, and this is another turning point, that in the coming years would keep Venti from losing himself.

also- Gunnhildr, Venti having told her about the Ragnvindir's concerns that he now shared, probably organized some kind of event (not unlike the right of part, but also, yes unlike it) that was deliberately intended and designs to serve as an excuse that Venti could chose to take to visit Mondstadt, something she know he desperately wanted to do, but wouldn't allow himself for fear of putting them in danger. But if she made it an official celebration, then it would give Venti the opportunity to visit his people again, under the guise of it being a responsibility, not having to deal with the moral implications of doing so at a time when he was already dealing with enough of those already.

Also on his travels, the Ragnvindir probably started and spread a number of rumors that could end up working in Venti's favor, not that anyone ever knew it was him of course.

basically Gunnhildr protected the people of Mondstadt and did all she could to keep everyone in as high spirits as possible, Venti included.

And as for the Ragnvindir, he took a more realistic approach, traveling and getting venti followers in far places, spreading false information about him, and just overall making sure that Venti didn't do things he'd regret.

And when they died, Venti would carry their legacy with him as well, not losing his humanity to the tide of war as he very nearly had(though he still often came close), and trying to spreading high spirits where ever he could without fail.

[frankincenseisnotamonster]

The Swerve

EXPECT IT!

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DEETS:  

Today is the day we change directions. 

                                   Let things in society change

                               and let things change for yourself.

                   If you don’t like where you are going then change it

                     If you don’t like what you are finding rearrange it.

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I continue to change, as I walk or swerve down a different street. This is a big theme in society right now, and thank goodness its been a long time coming, and I find myself repeating that a lot lately. The personal mirroring the collective in my life as we go through hopefully, what is dark night of the soul to come out the other side better for it. A lot of healing needs to happen, and racism amongst other things won’t be healed over night. I won’t learn guitar over night or heal all my patterns of self-betrayal and self-sabotage by tomorrow, but we are all working on it right?

Looking back for me has been helpful in moving forward, to me this is akin to as a community how now there is more energy to look at the truth of history, not just want was convenient to see or was seen what might be most conducive to a capitalist society. 

I recently went back to look at my Xanga, does anyone remember Xanga? It was an online blogging platform before Facebook, before Myspace even, wow different worlds. In my teenage years on Xanga I was just as angsty as I am now, listening to emo bands like MCR, Juliana Theory, Taking Back Sunday, amongst others, (which is probably a small reason why I want to make music today!). Additionally I saw not only my desire to resolution to conflict but also the heavy level of internalized sexism I was holding onto. 

It took me until my late twenties too see how the patriarchy is bad for everyone, and that being stereotypically pretty while it affords you many luxuries, its not all its cracked up to be. Letting go of a lot of old narratives and coming back to yourself frees up so much space to fight the system and we need everyone we can get right now, so to me personal liberation is important internal work that allows us to do the resistance work in right relationship to ourselves and others. 

During this time I of course have to mention the astrology of this moment, we are experiencing eclipse season and a ton of retrogrades, meaning its an even better time to review, look back as we look forward, etc. Eclipse season is also intense and I imagine it has been for everyone with all that is taking place. The eclipse season has really humbled me in a way. Snakes, mortality, addiction and collective suffering have brought me to my knees this year.

In yoga there is a concept that everyone we encounter are our teachers. All my rivals are my teachers, my friends are my teachers, difficult moments are my teachers, and the guitar battles are and have been a big education for me not only in guitar, but in every aspect of my life and how I relate to others especially.

My last guitar battle opponent is literally my teacher, or who taught me guitar for the most part, now the student must face the master. Going up against my teacher who is at a whole different skill level than me is terrifying but  I always like those odds!

All of these battles have been great practice and I am grateful for the learning. Learning helps me smash the patriarchy which is always the main goal. As I learn and look back at my own writing I can see more and more how these three guitar battles, in ways I didn’t expect, and in hard ways are supporting growth in becoming the person I want to be. 

Playing guitar for me is also being this lady I have wanted to be for a long time.  A lady who I wished could have been around before. In the future as I envision battles to come I see myself finally being able to tell the truth and not out of uncontrolled anger, but from this deep sense of my self, from the victory of the truth. I really believe the truth is out there, that the truth will set you free. Even with a sea of troubles I am trying to see things not as obstacles I can’t overcome, but as opportunities to do something new. I chose to do these guitar battles not only to confront these three dude, but also to confront myself and how I handle my anger. I hope the benefits of this practice spill over into all areas of my life, because running from problems like running from titans is just no fun.

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My music and guitar battle journey is about my own healing and I want to share that journey, while also recognizing it is a privilege to focus on my feelings and art rather than survival. I feel like there is a lot we can all contribute to revolution, and this is one of the things I know I want to offer amongst other things. 

Right now to me it is so important to be in community, examine the ways we are in it and how we can improve for ourselves and others. I’m learning that as we continue the radicalize, and I’m learning that in my guitar battles too. At one of the protests I saw Angela Davis, which was ah-mazing, such an inspiring activist, and her words, always relevant feel so empowering on my personal journey and on a macro level too. 

“You have to act as if it were possible to radically transform the world. And you have to do it all the time.” ― Angela Davis

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UPDATES

I’ve been going to protests, and researching and just doing the work for the marathon. One thing I feel really good about on a personal level is that the guitar battle are all preparation for sharing more, taking more risks, and being more focused on community. 

Additionally I want to be well rested for the revolution cuz its about to be a long one and theres a lot to do am I right!

may the goddesses always be by your side. 

[bangchanniescakepops]

Mark Lee Fluff - Still BBFs? Pt2

You couldn’t have been any more excited to go on a plane, not only because you were going to see a former friend, but you were still going to Korea because you were a trainee. You had been ecstatic after being told the news of you getting into SM entertainment, and you couldn’t wait for all the glory of being in an SM kpop group. You had so much to improve on, the list goes as follows -

Singing. You were decent, in English, but your korean really disabled your ability, and it would take lots of training to become even and okay korean singer

Dancing. You had trained in dancing with Mark after all, so you were hella good, but your face and visuals were a mess while dancing, and you didn’t know how you would change that. Also, you were too awkward to do body rolls, despite Mark nervously showing you how to so them mipultiple times, it just didn’t catch on.

Rapping. Again, rapping in your schools talent quest at the tender age of 11 with Mark Lee definetly helped your ability grow, but you’d always been a mumble rapper

Visuals. You didn’t know how you would change visuals, but for your point of view, you were uglier than a nurse shark. Mark had always told you how pretty you were, but a best friend can’t say anything BUT that to you

Korean. Ahhh, your Korean was shit, just like your face. You needed to get lessons. Although you used to speak it in your house, only short and simple phrases would be used. You were not fluent, not calm while speaking it, and VERY awkward and obvious when you got it wrong

Okay, to the plane we go!

A long flight awaited you, as told by the flight attendant, but were as ready as you ever could be to go to Korea. You’d paid a lot for this flight, and you hoped you could enjoy it.

Headphones on, phone in pocket, pillow on lap, you were ready to go. You lifted your pillow, putting on the window sil

(Lucky you were on the window side, and had no one next to you, you were also close to the bathroom, so that was convenient.) You gazed out of the window, looking at the runway while your music was blaring, calmly at least. You longed for your home, but the trip hadn’t even started yet, so home sickness was definitely a thing you’d have to battle.

“Headphones off, please listen to this important safety check, this could save your life”

Dammit, the drop had almost hit. You paused the song and took off your headphones before the flight attendant had to specifically ask you to do what they say.

It was as usual, where the exit was, where the bathroom was, where your airbag and gas masks were held. And it went on for what seemed like forever, ten minutes probably, and all you could think about was how scared you were for going to be a trainee. SM had a bad wrap, and you had no idea how they were gonna treat you. Right or wrong, you would get through your traineeship, and make it into a group, all the while being supported by nct, your parents, and your friends back home in Canada. When the announcements finished, you clicked your seatbelt, lifted on your headphones, and started your song. You gladly took the brochure with the food in it from the flight attendant, immediately skipping through it, trying on find any korean food.

“I’m just trying to accustom myself to the cuisine”

You whispered, trying to convince yourself this was a good idea

“Kimchi!”

You whispered

“Excuse me..”

You asked, hoping to get a flight attendants attention

“Yes, would you like anything from the menu?”

She asked, I could get she was tired and fed up with asking people the same question for years

“Yes please, I would like the kimchi”

You said gratefully, trying to sound nice

“Yes, would you like any sides or a drink with that?”

She said with utter confidence, I could tell that she had said that thousands of times

“Yes please, I would love a sprite”

I said with much enthusiasm

“Is that all”

She said, with confidence again in her voice

“Yes thank you. How has your day been?”

I asked trying to make someone’s day

“Alright”

She answered

“The same as usual, ask people what they want, see if they would like anything else. Listening to the safety announcement. I’ve done it all, and I can’t wait to quit this job”

She said with enthusiasm. She still seemed sad, bored, and tired of working on a plane

“It definetly does sound boring, and I do hope you can find a job which suits your needs”

I said, trying to lighten her somber mood

“Thank you, why are you coming to Korea?”

She said

“Oh, long story short, I made it into SM Entertainments global audition. I’m going to fulfill my dream of being a trainee of a kpop company, and I can’t wait to start training!”

You said with happiness, finally, you had told someone about why you were moving to Korea

“Oh wow, that is lucky”

She said, kind of happy

“I hope you do well in the training program, I’ve heard about how tiresome and stressful it is. I do also hope you make it into a group”

She said, finishing

“Thank you. I do hope the best for you too”

I said, smiling

She sighed

“I really must go, it was nice talking to you...”

She spoke, uncertain to what your name was

“Y/n is my name”

You said, answering her unspoken question

“Nice speaking to you Y/n”

She said, happy, it seemed

“It was lovely speaking to you too, Robin”

You said grinning, reading the little white and black badge with say near the collar of her white and red uniform

She waved, off to go get my order, I presumed. I hoped. You spent the next twenty minutes chilling by the window, looking at the land below you vanishing, eventually, your food arrived, and you gladly ate it, annoyed that your hadn’t had any lunch before catching an Uber to the airport. The rest of the flight was kinda of enjoyable, you were very nervous, and very sad, but you got through it without any tears, but you did sleep, breifly. You fell asleep to the sound of a song you’d loved of the last years, and you hadn’t hear it for a couple of long months. When you woke up, it was time to hop off the plane. It was time for you to step into a new chapter of your life, you didn’t know if you were ready, but you were trying your best

Ready or not, here I go

Part 3 coming soon

A/n -

Sorry for the sloppy writing, i have stayed up pretty late, and it is the night of Boxing Day 2019 when I’m writing this. I live Down Under, aka Aussie land, Aka land of the evil sun, aka the hottest place ever, aka land of fires, aka

*Australia*

P.S. Requests are open for any story, but my tumblr notifs r off cuz my sister uses my iPad a lot and she’ll question my sanity when she sees i have tumblr.

Love y’all

Have a Merry Christmas, (a yeri christmas really, stream psycho, also stream obsession)

Happy new year 🥳 too

💜🔥💜