#glad false won though!!!

[brainrot-has-overtaken-me]

FALSE WON!! Demise is over and The Queen of Hearts, Heads, and Body Parts is our winner!!

The best thing about Beef, Iskall, and Ren staking out Bdubs for the kill is just them screaming at how bad/incompetent Bdubs is at the game

[mothwingwritings]

WOW!!! I LOVED "The Innocent Act Of Dredging Up The Past", IT WAS VERY GOOD!

I wonder how Y/N reacted when she found out she was pregnant and how Fox allowed herself to keep the baby because he doesn't seem like someone who likes sharing attention.

Thank you so much darling!!! I am so glad you asked me this because I have been thinking about Ren as a father nonstop since that request. My brain has been full of many thoughts and opinions and I am happy to have an outlet for sharing lol. That being said, forgive my blathering. ^^;

(18+ and warnings for noncon, pregancy/baby birthing talk, incredibly unhealthy relationships, abuse, and being kidnapped/held against your will.)

Being impregnated by Ren would be absolutely dreadful for you, causing you to spiral into a pit of fear and despair the moment you miss a period or begin to feel queasy in the morning. With the signs starting to show, your brain comes to the instant conclusion that you are with child-his child, and it frightens you like nothing else before. At first you try and convince yourself nothing is wrong, that you are probably just late due to stress, and your upset stomach can be any number of things, it doesn’t necessarily mean you are pregnant. Any of your symptoms can be explained away by something else, so in an effort to try and maintain your sanity your brain churns out explanation after explanation, no matter how nonsensical they may be, in hopes of calming your rampant nerves by coming to some other resolution. A stream of constant lies and false reassurances play on repeat in your brain, forcing the thought that you may actually be a mother to the farthest reaches of your mind.

But the longer you wait and the more you dwell on it, the more you are faced with the inevitable. He never wears protection, you haven’t had access to birth control, and despite your warnings of it being a delicate time of month for you, his base instincts always won out in the end. There was nothing else this could be.

Faced with the reality of the situation, you were now tasked with the burden of sharing the news with Ren. You didn’t want to tell him, terrified of what his response would be, worried that he would somehow blame this all on you and hurt you because of it, quite possibly worse than he ever has before. But an even more horrifying concern than that is if the news actually pleases him. What if he wants to keep the baby? What if you were forced to carry this pregnancy to term while trapped in this grim environment, left to raise another human that shares half their dna with a man who has done nothing but cause you irrevocable damage?

No matter what the outcome, none of them are favorable.

But you didn’t have a choice, and you knew it was better to break it to Ren sooner rather than later, lest this whole nightmare become irreversible. In the event he saw things your way, you wanted this thing out of your body as soon as possible (though you loathed to consider what strings Ren would pull to achieve this, and what backwater procedure would be done to do so).

At first Ren brushes it off, not truly believing your concern. He’s had sex with you countless times without protection and just now you get pregnant? Seems suspicious, so he concludes you’re either overreacting or trying to get a rise out of him, potentially both, and that in and of itself riles him up. Are you telling him this as some kind of ploy? Are you using a false pregnancy as a means to get him to ease up on you a bit or as an attempt at escape? After all you had gone through together, after all the love he has lavished upon you by sharing his home, his life, his heart, with you… Would you really tell a lie like this?

He struggles with that possibility. Despite his inclination to feel otherwise, he has a hard time believing you would use a pregnancy scare for your own selfish benefit. You have always been a good girl, his good girl, and deep inside he knows this is not something that is within your nature to do, even if he does have some major doubts.

So, though he doesn’t truly believe your claims, he buys the pregnancy test more as a means to shut you up and prove a point than because he actually believes you. Needless to say, he ends up biting his tongue over that one.

When hit with the truth, his emotions are mixed. On one hand, he wants nothing to do with children or child rearing. He didn’t have to do much of a self-assessment to recognize he would be a shit father, and he never particularly wanted to be a father to begin with. His own upbringing wasn’t the best, he himself never really having a father figure that was worth a damn to guide him or show him any love or support. He had no parenting manual to go off of, and was sure that a culmination of having no positive family experience and maturing into the warped individual he had become led to no other conclusion than NOT being cut out for fatherhood in the slightest.

More than that however, the thought of sharing you, even with a life he helped create, really REALLY pissed him off. Thinking of all the nights you would be spending tending to the baby when you could instead be wrapped up in his arms, or all the attention and affection you will be giving some inept kid that could instead be going towards him, truly gets under his skin. He doesn’t WANT to share you. You’re HIS. And while a baby isn’t going to change that, he doesn’t want the needless competition to begin with.

But on the other hand, having a baby does have its appeal. It would be nice to bring a life into this world that loves him from the get-go, completely relying on him while being totally oblivious to all that has happened in the past. That sort of pure, blind love is hard to come by in this world, and the fact that he could obtain it so easily from a life he created with you, a human that has your blood running through its veins, is EXTREMELY appealing. And on top of that, you are sure to love the child whether its conception was wanted/planned or not. If you loved a child that was half his for the remainder of your life, would that not bind you to him for just as long? Though he didn’t doubt your loyalty (or his ability to keep you tied to him with no hope of escape), it would be a nice assurance to have in the rare event things did not end up going his way.

Once that thought enters his head, it’s over. No further thinking or future planning is required-he is going to be a father, and YOU are the beautiful mama! Congratulations! (Does he get off to you being pregnant? Did this pregnancy make Ren Hana realize he has a breeding kink??? Sources say yes and that’s your problem to deal with now. :))

♡

Holding his newborn for the first time, he has never been so nervous. Tears flood his eyes as he watches the small bundle squirming in his arms, his heart aching as they stare up at him with wide, pure, inquisitive eyes. He was no stranger to ending lives, but creating them? This was something entirely new, as exhilarating as it was scary. His smile grew as he stared at her small face, pleased that she looked so much like you. He could only hope that her personality would mirror yours as well.

♡

As time passes and the baby grows, you find out quick that Ren has a very ‘hands off’ way of parenting, which is to say he relies on you to do most of the work. And honestly, he feels that is fair. He’s the breadwinner who works hard to provide for you and the newborn, which leaves all other parental duties in your capable hands. You are left to be the child’s main caregiver, their guiding force to lead them through life, their teacher, confidante, and friend. It’s a daunting task, all residing solely on your shoulders.

Ren won’t readily admit it, but he much prefers it that way. All the abuse that he has suffered through from an early age, every heinous act of violence that has been carried out by his own hands (your wounds, included), all of it has turned him into something unrecognizable, something grotesque. Even if he wanted to have more of a presence in his child’s life, he knows he doesn’t deserve it. If he had too much sway in the kids development there’s a good chance they will grow up to be like him in some way or another, which would be a waste of all the love and hard work that you had put into raising them into being an upstanding person. Ren had made peace with who he had become, but that didn’t mean he wanted to keep a cycle that someone like Strade had begun going either.

So, the baby more or less becomes your soul responsibility, and god is that a burden for you. It’s bad enough that you have such little support from Ren to begin with, but the fact that this is YOUR first time being a parent as well makes it all so much worse. You have no idea what the hell you are doing, and with Ren making sure to keep you as isolated as possible you had no one else to turn to for help, either. It was just you and this brand new life with no one else to rely on, if you fucked up in even the smallest way it could be devastating to the baby. If your daughter got truly hurt, sick, or worse in your care, you didn’t know how you would live with the repercussions, let alone handle Ren’s reaction.

If your life with Ren hadn’t already made you a strung out, nervous, irritable wreck, being a mother certainly would. As she continues to grow, Ren refuses to discipline the child at all, not wanting in any way to appear like a ‘bad guy’ to your daughter. Given the circumstances, part of you is thankful for that (you honestly don’t know what you would do if he turned his ire towards her), but it also just makes things more difficult with you. You are already beyond stressed about trying to raise a child in this type of environment, having no united front and constantly butting heads makes raising her that much harder, especially when any kind of rule you attempt to establish can so easily be overridden by her father who has no remorse over the frustration this causes, nor care as to how his flippancy may affect your child’s development in the long run.

It’s also not lost on you that being the sole disciplinarian also paints you in a less than favorable manner in your child’s eyes, something you are sure Ren has thought about as well. Being the ‘strict’ parent means your child will be more likely to hide things from you, or seek out her father instead of you for support, approval, and advice. Given whom Ren was as a person, this thought didn’t sit particularly well with you.

All you can really hope and pray for is that somehow despite the lack of social interaction and outside influence she will grow up to be a decent human. Even maturing under the delusion that her father is a noble man, even if in some instances you have to make yourself the villain, as long as it helps her out in  the long run you’ll do everything you can to insure your daughter lives the best life she possibly can, whether her father helps you or not.

I think the REAL problems will begin when the child gets older. When she truly comes into herself and forms her own opinions, develops her own personality, and starts to forge her own way of life… It’s gonna be messy. :/ Your child’s autonomy is definitely going to be a point of contention for Ren in the future, and he won’t be so pleased if/when she catches on to his true nature and begins to rebel or straight up reject him. God forbid she tries and join forces with you or attempt to become your savior. It’s going to take a lot of cunning on her end to make it out unscathed.

Also, I kind of touched on it previously, but Ren would be incredibly horny the whole pregnancy. Not that he isn’t already incessantly slavering over you, something about seeing you round and full just makes him snap. Which is scary in its own right, Ren isn’t the most gentle of lovers to begin with and has a tendency to lose himself more often than naught, hurting you in the process. It’s a constant struggle to satiate him while protecting yourself and the unborn baby, best of luck to you! :D

(And he’ll definitely breastfeed from you. He’s gotta make sure you are producing enough for the baby, ya know? :))

[badgersprite]

Lyra Valkyria is one of the best wrestlers in all of WWE. No cap, real graps. Every time she wrestles she changes things up to tell the story of the match. She'll do things you've never seen her do before because it's right for the match and do it all seamlessly.

The story here with her and Becky was great. Lyra set out to prove exactly what she told Becky in her promo - that she is a better wrestler than Becky. There was so much spite and a desire to humiliate Becky in a lot of the moves she chose, including stealing some of Becky's moves. And Lyra proved herself right. The story of this match was that Lyra is indeed the better wrestler.

Becky resorted to cheating in every way possible she could think of but all of her efforts to cheat failed (in large part due to Ref Jess catching her multiple times), and Lyra won anyway. This led to the spiteful beatdown after the match. Becky couldn't beat Lyra so she'll destroy her, injure her, force her to vacate the belt, end her career. This sets the stage for a rematch where Lyra is at a huge disadvantage because, even though we know she'd beat Becky at full strength, she has to wrestle her with essentially only one arm.

But yeah, 11/10 match for me between two of my faves - one of my GOATs and a new upcoming fave in Lyra. I was losing my mind at some of those false finishes. Glad it got so much time. The crowd was super into the match and making noise the whole time. A star making performance from Lyra but this feud is not done.

[d3f1eurs]

࿐ྂ𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧*ੈ✩‧₊˚

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐏𝐨𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 outgrew you and now you’re left with nothing but memories, irritating interactions, and false promises.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠; 𝐏𝐨𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐱 𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐜𝐰; slight angst

The first time it started was in your junior year of high school. Satoru had finally transferred from his prestigious private school to regular old public school. He had finally convinced his very strict parents to let him go to that school. Why? Because he wanted to be closer to you- even though you couldn’t tell now.

You and Gojo Satoru had grown up together. You two were always attached at the hip despite coming from completely different families. He was well off and would never have to work a day in his life while your parents were almost drowning in bills and you’d probably be the same when you got older. His parents were outgoing and extremely extroverted while yours were more reserved and introverted. He had a big family and always had people at his house while your family is small and you barely talked to most of them. Despite things being so different between the two of you he welcomed you and his family did too. They adored you and so did Satoru. He spent most of his time taking you places and spoiling you. He showered you with gifts and even though you rejected them at first because of how pricey they were you eventually relented and accepted them after his annoying begging. Plus you secretly liked the gifts and attention he gave you but you’d never tell him that since he was already arrogant enough.

Satoru did anything and everything to make you do nothing but smile and laugh even if it meant embarrassing himself a little. Like that one time when you were little and you were crying about your spilled ice cream and he had smeared ice cream all over his face. Or the other time in your freshman year in high school when you had found out your parents were divorcing and he made corny jokes all day until you cracked a smile. And the last time was in the beginning of junior high when you thought you two were growing apart and he spent loads of money at a carnival that had just opened up where he had won you many stuffed animals that looked similar to the ones you had at home but of course you gladly accepted them because who would reject plushies?

You laid on your bed playing with the ears of your new bunny plushie that Satoru had won for you a few weeks ago. It was the afternoon and he still hadn’t called or texted so you decided to call him first (for the first time in a long time) to remind him of the ‘date’ you two had in a few hours that he had planned yesterday to make up for missing so much time with you. The phone rang once. Then twice. Then a third time. It was odd because Satoru always picked up on the first ring whenever you did call but you brushed it off thinking he might be busy. After a few rings just as you were about to hang up he had finally picked up and with a hushed voice he let out a simple ‘Hello’ in a dry, annoyed tone. You didn’t miss the hint of annoyance in his tone and it kind of hurt. Satoru would never talk to you like that even when he was in a bad mood but even though you felt a little disturbed by it you brushed it off. “Hey! Just wanted to remind you of our little ‘date’ tonight since I thought you might’ve forgotten.” You said a little too happily hoping he wouldn’t tease you for how excited you sounded to hang out with him. He let out a little sigh as if he had really forgotten. It almost made you glad that you had called because God knows what would happen if you didn’t. “Sorry y/n, I’m gonna be busy later. Let’s reschedule. I’ll even get you that new game you’ve been talking about.” It barely sounded like he was sorry. It was a very rushed apology and you could tell why when you heard a girl voice in the background saying his name like it was the best name in the world.

Thats when you realized that you should’ve known that he was going to cancel just like all the times before he took you on that ‘date’ to the carnival. It wasn’t a real date anyway so you didn’t have any right to be mad because even after you innocently held hands, shared a first kiss together, and even shared a night together you will still just ‘friends’ but you couldn’t help it. Before you could stop yourself in a very bitter and annoyed tone came out an “are you serious?” You really didn’t intend to say that. It really just slipped out but after months of him dodging you it was bound to get frustrating and something was bound to come out “You said that we’d spend the day together. No distractions. You can’t just buy stuff for me all the time and think it’ll make up for it.” You let out a scoff and it sounded like he let out a ‘tch’ before he sighed which only made you angrier. “You’re overreacting. It’s not like we’re dating or anything. It’s just a hangout. We can do it later.” Your heart ached as you heard his words and it only added salt to your already deep wound. “Fine.”

Prt. 1 ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬; I wanted to make this a two or three part thing since I’m still coming up with things. I’ll write more dialogue next part!! Please request things so that I can have more ideas on what to write and so I can see what you guys like 🫶

[2demondogs]

It's a Gas | Hosea/Dutch & Arthur

Tags: Young VanDerMatthews and Arthur, father-son bonding and father-father bickering, drabble. Words: 932 A/N: From Kinktober SFW list, tying a tie except not really but IDGAF bc it did blossom from that prompt and I'm 2 fics behind rn.

It's both surprising and not that they've skirted the issue of getting Arthur a suit for this long.

There aren't many occasions where either of them need one, to Dutch's dismay and Hosea's moderate relief. If he'd known how exhausting getting the boy fitted for one would be, he would've planned on accompanying Dutch to the dinner instead.

Now, he's busy picking at the horse hairs that cling to the seams of his only pair of untorn slacks instead of smacking his hand hard into the gut of the oaf sitting next to him in the fitting room. They've already argued about whether Arthur should get a suit to grow into or not, which Hosea's more reasonable but less well-fitted answer of yes won.

My son and I, Dutch told the railroad owner. There's little choice given by the crow's feet at Hosea's eyes and the clear lack of relation between them. If there were, he would've corralled them all back out the door at the price of the thing, let alone the keen feeling of being a wet rag that eventually comes over him while accompanying these two fools on any trip.

Maybe it's only his imagination, but he thinks that Arthur is growing to look more like Dutch every day. In the cheeks and nose, at least, though Arthur's were granted to him by starvation and a fist fight respectively. On days where he doesn't care to give into affectionate fantasies, he tells himself it's just their dark hair.

Dutch says they have the same eyes; Hosea believes he's trying to force him into a matriarchal role. He won't think about how softly his man says it, nor how softly he feels about the menial truth in it.

Despite the clear sour expression on Arthur's face as the tailor took his measurements and made idle chatter with Hosea and Dutch — completely ignoring the boy, which he seemed to loathe even more than the conversation the man had first struck with him about nonexistent girlfriends and wives — he feels something he cannot name. It is warm and unfamiliar, a little hard to swallow when it climbs in his throat from the boughs of his chest.

Pride, or something even kinder.

Hosea has lorded the fact Arthur looks to him more often over Dutch's head since they began dragging the kid around, those years ago— and here he looks at him now, because the tailor has asked him if they've got a special occasion. Panic is brief on his face.

"Nothing special," Hosea lies easily. "A dinner for Yale alumni. He's old enough to start networking. Right, son?"

Arthur just nods. The tailor looks quite pleased to present his work to such a crowd. Dutch smiles knowingly, because this is one of the oldest backstories they've concocted.

"Yale? Which of you gentlemen?" The tailor asks, clearly glad for polite conversation that isn't about the weather or the scrappy teenager that looks like he wants to bite him.

Good Lord, Hosea realizes. He will need to talk to Arthur about not making that nasty of a face in view of the public.

"Both," he answers. "1865."

"'76," Dutch adds.

Another, impressed nod precedes banal talk of office locations, business relations, and notable gossip — cue the I can't say much due to client confidentiality, but you may have heard of... and then one of the many other false tales they've cooked up over a campfire while half asleep. The tailor now believes that they are their own lawyers, for their own crimes; he is not the first person they've fooled with in this way, but Hosea does take a particular enjoyment out of this fellow's overzealous reactions to gruesome details like a one-hundred dollar paycheck and a severed hand.

Oh, how easy it is to make a life when you've only got to live the most exciting half of it.

The atmosphere begins to change once questions are asked about the suit. Predictably enough, it is never anything besides the heart of a matter that hurts when it comes to cooperating with a man like Dutch.

Mother's eyes, please God, mother's tongue, too, Hosea thinks, and he is sorely misguided in hoping Arthur would make things any easier, given his age.

"He'll be sweltering," Hosea insists when wool is suggested for the fabric, and Dutch scoffs, waves a hand at where Arthur is stood on the tailor's podium awkwardly and without direction.

"When have you ever been comfortable and presentable?" He asks, as if he's got a real hail Mary.

"Quite often." Hosea glares at him, earns one right back. "Linen or cotton, man. Please."

"Linen is too cheap looking," Dutch stabs. Hosea's suits are usually linen, because his blood runs too hot for comfort beneath woolen layers. "Cotton it is."

"Blue cotton?"

"Jesus, no," Dutch says. "Are you insane? Dark grey is much more refined than blue."

"Why does the colors even matter?" Arthur pipes in.

"Say 'why do' not 'why does'," Hosea corrects, barely even realizing he's doing it. He rubs the bridge of his nose with his fingers. "You two are like herding cats."

"Maybe he's just wondering," Dutch says, because apparently nothing can go without a rebuttal now.

Arthur disagrees immediately. "No, I think this is stupid. I don't care what color this thing is."

"Arthur, watch your mouth," he sighs.

"Sorry," Arthur says. "I think it's ridiculous. Is that better?"

The two older men share a look. Christ, is he genuinely asking? Hosea's eyes ask, and Dutch's answer: He looks like he's genuinely asking.

Blissfully, the tailor remains silent.

[teddybearsandspaceships]

Favorite parts of Scar´s 24.5.2025 stream:

Vod on youtube, titled "Mumbo Lore Stream," but for some reason around 1.5 hours were cut, idk what exactly. This is just what I remember, so definitely missing a lot, and out of order.

Scar putting on his abs skin in preparation for mob wrangling, Cub telling chat that he´s been looking forward to that all week, and Scar hiding his face in embarrassment and admitting to it

Scar was so worried every time there was a danger of losing the Breeze – so glad he finally managed to get it where he wanted!

At one point someone asked if Scar was aware of the a2z event going on and Scar didn´t seem to be, but he did confirm he´s read HGCZ

Scar once again confirms his favorite Life series was Third Life, and when someone asks which of his Minecraft series to start with he recommends that one (or a Hermitcraft series.)

Scar wants a cabincore team-up with Etho in a Life series. [Yes please.]

Right when Scar was looking for a way to procrastinate because he didn´t want to deal with the charged creeper, Mumbo contacted him, perfect timing

Scar still hasn´t seen the Minecraft movie. He asks about Jared Hess calling Mumbo a tall glass of water, Mumbo starts explaining it´s an idiom, Scar immediately indignantly interrupts that Mumbo is not an idiot. When explained, he agrees that Mumbo is a handsome man. Mumbo says Jared Hess is a tall glass of water too. Gem says every time she meets Mumbo recently he´s obsessing over a new man.

Scar asks Mumbo about rockclimbing (and heroically manages not to laugh while Mumbo is explaining about nuts and cracks) (Also sometimes, e.g. when talking about rock-climbing, Mumbo´s cubito actually stands still, probably because he´s IRL gesturing but it´s funny.)

Mumbo used to play Call of Duty (he mentions he was a big fan of Joel´s montages.) Scar immediately says they should play CoD together, and mentions Pearl wanted to play too. Mumbo has clear assumptions about Pearl´s type of trash-talking. [In her Q&A video today False said she played too so she could join too, the more the merrier /someone who has no idea how CoD works.]

Scar: “I just realized I don´t have any clothes on.” Mumbo: “I´ve been loving it.”

Scar shows off the zoo, including the entrance. He mentions asking Impulse to do the redstone, Mumbo is indignant that Scar doesn´t ask him when he´s right there. Scar didn´t want to put pressure on him, Mumbo says he´ll do it for four more minutes of talking about rock-climbing.

[Reminds me of how in Scar´s previous Hermitcraft stream he thought out loud that he needs a clever approach and wonders how Tango or Grian would do it, and Grian later shows up and says he won´t forget that Scar mentioned Tango first. ^^]

Mumbo repeatedly apologizes for talking about rock-climbing and cameras so much, and Scar keeps reassuring him that he finds it very interesting, and that chat loves the change from Disney & Star Wars talk.

Cub and Gem join the hangout at one point. Scar finds out now that Mumbo was a double agent in the season 6 civil war. He has listened to Hermitgang a lot, but thought Mumbo was just confused. In Scar´s defense, he was sick for quite a while and when he came back Cub immediately told him they were weapons dealers and the final battle started soon after.

Scar forgot if Mumbo ever managed to get a kill in the Life series (as a zombie doesn´t really count), but tries to recruit Mumbo to the cabincore team-up anyway and wants to get him a win. He also forgot about Mumbo´s pink tower, even though he confidently pronounced “it´s thick” when he saw it.

Grian made Mumbo´s girlfriend steal an apple from the pre-movie-premiere dinner, and she´s refusing to give it to him. Mumbo is outraged that unlike e.g. Gem he didn´t get a replica Minecraft sword. He did however get sent a second apple!

Asked which famous people he´s met, Cub reveals he´s met both Obama and Bill Clinton.

[halovx-x]

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Second part of the story! Also pls tell me if there’s any mistakes cuz it’s my first time writing long fics ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡(to me their long)

[Warning(s): reader gets compared to a god (does that count as a warning?), violence (only a little)

To your surprise the student council president wasn’t there today because of a cold and as you were walking to your dorm after the day had ended, you had gotten a text from him asking for you to come to his house with medicine.

So here you were walking from the convince store with a bag of medicine, the walk was peaceful, none of the other student council members were there and the sun was setting leaving a beautiful golden glow everywhere.

As you were walking past a stairway that lead to the train station you had heard, grunting. You turn your head to the direction of the sound and there you see three guys one was knocked out on the floor and the other two were throwing punches at each other. 

What had caught your though was one of the guys, he was this cliché otome game’s “bad boy” true to his character description in game he had obvious dyed red hair, you could tell from his black haired roots in his spiky hair. You had never gotten the chance to befriend him because of the other four in the student council, as you were about to turn around to continue the journey to the council president’s  dorm -you didn’t had to worry about him losing, he had always won fights in the game- you had both made eye contact.

 ➳————————˖ ࣪⭑ 𓆩♡𓆪⭑ ࣪ ˖————————♡

It was on the first day of college when he had saw her, although she had brown hair that covered her eyes, he had thought she was beautiful.

She was kind and thoughtful she cared for him when he knows no one else would, not even his family cared too much to know about what he was doing far away at college, but a part of him was glad because he knew that if they did care he wouldn’t have met her.

Despite what people said about him he wasn’t dumb he knew the gazes she and that other man had given each other but why would he still chase her if he knew? Maybe because he didn’t want to lose the person who saw him differently, or maybe he was holding on to some false hope that she would love him one day too.

But..

Who would’ve thought he had completely forgotten about her for because of simple eye contact, someone who he had heard about but never really gotten the chance to see for himself. Whatever the cause was he was glad he was able to forget her for them.

They were angel in his eyes on top of that stair case the golden light outlining their form as they gaze at each other’s eyes was something he wished he hadn’t felt with her…no they aren’t her, they were someone new, someone beautiful and handsome at the same time

They were-

A sharp feeling of pain broke him out of his trance..oh yeah they were fight with someone -what were they fighting about again?- he had laid a punch on there jaw and had knocked them out.

He looked back hoping to see them but they were gone only the golden light that had showed their form was left, was this how people felt when they say, they had met a god?

A god…He liked that, the corner of his lips lifted up, he thought it matched them. They were a god, his god.

[4/5 characters unlocked!]

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@alexiris

[nevertheless-moving]

Headcanons for Ladrian children!

Maxillium (waxillium. Who let you flip the first letter of your name upside down. Why.): grows up to be something of a 'gentleman miscreant.' Even at the time, Steris and Wax knew that hiring a pickpocketing tutor for their noble firstborn son was a bad idea, but Max had pleaded that Uncle Wayne had promised him lessons when he grew up. And...well...Wayne would have, no matter how much they tried to stop him...anyway. Sentimentality won the day. Mistakes were made.

Despite his deliberate and consistent flouting of propriety, he's still almost universally well liked. Genuinely charismatic. Doesn't put his foot in his mouth. Smart without being considered mean or dull.

His parents have no idea where he gets it from.

People think he must be a soother but his actual allomantic power is generally considered useless. I'm leaning towards gold auger for true self confidence brought about by super powered self reflection. A+ use of C- skill.

Adrenalin junkie. Likes fast cars. Very fast cars. Only one of the kids who remembers Uncle Wayne, though they all get stories.

...

Tindwyl: somehow oldest, middle, and youngest child syndrome. Wax and Steris reign things in a bit after they realize they've inadvertently been raising their firstborn to become a highly effective career criminal. I'm not saying they're bad parents, they really do care, listen, and adjust. But they're imperfect people and the clash of personalities is the hardest on her.

Hmm twinborn, but still insecure about it, so it's gotta be one of the less flashy combos. Bronze or cadmium compounding, making her very good at either not sleeping, or surviving indefinitely at the bottom of the ocean awaiting rescue after her boat sinks, neither of which is immediately useful ... i mean the sleep thing is pretty cool but might cause some internal issues..

Similar to her parents in the more neurotic ways. Her father's eye twitch, her mother's anxiety. But not much inclination towards the more heroic arts, something her parents love, glad they raise one child unlikely to die in a fire, but she feels ashamed of. No fascination with danger, except in the deeply abstract. She tends to fixate on novels, not disaster planning or solving murders.

Gets motion sick :/ When Wax tries to take her for 'rides' she's giggling until she suddenly pukes without warning, and then she's crying. Wax feels guilty forever about this, but she insists on trying again every so often throughout her childhood.

Oh! Heavily involved in the allomancer jak fan community, first as a joke, but eventually she gets into it despite herself. She delights in discussing his stories around the dinner table and watching her father grit his teeth. I mean, comparing them with her father's own tales - which claims are really less likely, once you break things down, piece by piece -

...

Third child: I don't know their gender! I don't even know their name! But I do know that they're going to be the first natural born mistborn in over three hundred years, and it's going to cause soooo much chaos.

Lotsa religious nuts following to school. Lotta kidnapping attempts. They catch dad yelling at death, no wait, false alarm, hes just yelling at death to pass a message to God, because he doesn't want to talk to God directly. Cool, cool. Something about wanting a promise that that 'they wouldn't be made a sword'

They seem to most consistently run into ladrian luck - things explode around them, they say the exact wrong thing to the exact wrong person. If there's a murderer loose, they end up in the same tree house, if there's a lion escaped from the zoo, it steals their lunch. Assigned protagonist by the narrative, despite the adults in her life genuine and consistent efforts to intervene.

Mixed feelings about it.

Generally Max bails them out of the social faux pas, but, much to tindwyls annoyance, when worst comes to worst they can fall back on the 'mistborn aura' growing 'mysteriously grave' and then jump out an airship window. Mildly jealous of Tindwyl because when she gets lost in the city she doesn't accidentally discover a cult, or get adopted by a circus troupe, or , anyway. If they also get a ferrochemical power people are going to lose. their. shit.

Snaps (I believe snapping is gentler in era 2, but still) way too young during their first kidnapping attempt, possibly same time as/ before older siblings. All kidnapped together?

Please Imagine Max age 12, breaking Tindwyl, age 9, and Misty age 6 out of their cells (of course he pickpocketed the keys from the guards). They all down a full spectrum vial, which of course they all carry in a secret aluminum lined pocket for LITERALLY this EXACT traumatic event because their mother is Steris. Max gets nothing (would gold even be in the vial?), tindwyl is a seeker or cadmium burner.

Cue ridiculously OP six year old bendalloying past the guards, pewter punching their way out... Max takes more than a few hits for them when they accidentally iron pull some loose nails at themselves... it's not pretty, but they do escape and the media goes absolutely bananas.

Please, please imagine tiny child carrying two medium sized childs, and jumping out a window. They're very carefully arranged, Tindwyl clinging to Max's shoulder, Max on Misty's, feeling absolutely ridiculous. Misty breaks the window - Max yelling steel push directions as they just need to get to the next building - Tindwyl yelling, ok they're all yelling now as Misty loses balance -

Ooh Wait if Tindwyl can cadmium create slow time then she burns that as they're falling, so it's extra terrifying from all their perspective, but to other people's view they're just hanging there, dropping very, very slowly. Either way-oh thank the Survivor, Dad's here now, catching them.

Some of this is caught on evanotype. Like I said - absolute media storm.

...

Fourth child: An accident and everybody knows it. The other three are mortified to discover that their parents are still having sex. Steris is mostly bemused that the one (1) time she said 'it'll probably be fine' instead of immediately drinking moon tea after the sheepskin broke, she gets pregnant. Wax is concerned for her health, but after a scare or two, it all goes fairly smoothly.

A good 15, 20 years younger than the rest and maybe a little isolated because of it, doesn't feel like she has the same sibling relationship the other three do, though they all adore her and compete relentlessly for 'best big sibling.'

Cool twinborn combo??? Like pewter allo and gold ferro for super healing. Or zinc super speed, because that's honestly excellent by itself.

Or no powers, because angst and also being underestimated and getting really competent at tech or whatnot. Possibly allomantic status is less important as time passes, and she actually doesnt really have as much issue with it as people assume she will. Infiltrates and takes down some shady hemalurgic group due to the misperception.

Only one of the children to go into law, but ends up more secret agent/spy genre then western/action hero.

Regardless, while Max is effortlessly charming, she's effortlessly cool. The middle children, and possibly parents, are amazed and maybe slightly jealous, though dad insists he used to be cool, honest-

[acideathr]

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silver: heh, deuce and epel seem well.

silver: when i see everyone's bright faces, it makes me truly glad we got rid of the firelotuses.

sebek: saving the world a few times is but a trivial task for the great malleus!

sebek: the rest of us pale tremendously in comparison to his greatness...

sebek: but i'm still honored to have played some small role in his success.

sebek: i feel as though i've grown from this, and that makes me quite proud.

silver: yes, i can report all this to father with my head held high.

sebek: agreed. i must inform lilia that i won our flower—slaying competition.

silver: sebek... it's wrong to lie.

sebek: WHAT?! i'm not lying! i slew more than you did!

silver: no, i won. you saw my mountain of wilted flowers.

sebek: those just had more petals! i had the most stems!

silver: i wouldn't feel right reporting false information to father. i'd love to let you win this, but...

sebek: LET ME?! how dare you talk like you're better than me!

jamil: so much yelling... please don't start a scene at another school. they'll think we were raised in a barn.

ruggie: you guys were weeding until dawn and you still have the energy to bicker? where can i get some of THAT stamina?

silver: jamil. ruggie. good morning.

ruggie: good morning… or evening, i suppose.

silver: are you two all right? you must've had a hard time battling the firelotuses.

sebek: yes, i admit i was surprised when you both volunteered to step up before we did.

sebek: but your brave words were deeply reassuring to me. thank you, i'm most grateful.

sebek: i'm sure dispatching all those firelotuses was no mean feat for two humans like yourselves.

jamil: yes, acting as bait wasn't easy by any stretch with just the two of us.

jamil: but we had to do it for all of you. it didn't matter what happened to us, as long as we could draw them away.

jamil: isn't that right, ruggie?

ruggie: oh yeah, for sure! that's us — the guys who put it all on the line for their peers!

sebek: such dedication! you're deserving of my respect!

silver: you showed incredible courage. i should learn from your examples.

jamil: by all means, do.

ruggie: sheesh...

ruggie: given what these guys just said, and with riddle's group looking all happy, there's no way we can tell any of 'em the truth.

ruggie: we managed to run all night by usin' a buncha noble bell college students.

jamil: and that's why i could only pull off that plan with you.

ruggie: shyeheehee. wow, jamil, you must really trust me!

ruggie: y'know, i see you in a whole different light now.

ruggie: i always thought you were the long—suffering type, but boy, you know how to get a job done. sure helped me out.

jamil: heh. it's scary getting a compliment from you, ruggie. there's bound to be a catch.

ruggie: right back atcha, jamil. i can't take any compliment from you at face value. shyeheehee.

silver: jamil. ruggie.

jamil: hm? what is it?

jamil: why are you and sebek marching toward us like that?

sebek: silver and i were just discussing something... we shall heave you both into the air in honor of your exploits!

ruggie & jamil: WHAT?!

ruggie: can we not?! i don't get anything out of that!

silver: lilia always says an aerial toss is the best way to honor bravery.

sebek: we shall abide by his teachings and reward you both properly.

jamil: that sounds really embarrassing. i don't want to be the center of attention!

ruggie: you know, you guys are the ones who supported the group 'til the very end.

ruggie: we should be celebrating you instead!

silver: really? thank you for the offer. i'll take you up on that later. but first, you two can—

???: MYA—HAAAH!

grim: if you wanna toss someone in the air, i'm right here!

silver: grim and yuu! i'm glad you're both okay.

grim: 'course we are. i did so much work, yuu didn't even get a chance to do nothin'.

sebek: hmph, a bold claim. but one that may lack credence.

sebek: are you certain yuu didn't have to constantly bail you out of trouble?

grim: what?! i'll have you know i was protectin' both my hench—human and trein!

grim: ain't that right, yuu?

yuu: i dunno about THAT...

grim: hey! don't get all cheeky just 'cuz you helped a little!

jamil: say, i don't see professor trein. where is he?

silver: did something happen to him...?

???: trein is still resting in bed.

⭑♪⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 ⭑♪⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁

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[dibidibifiction]

Give Me A Hug: Chapter 4

Pairing: Taemin x Female Reader Word count: 1.4k

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction made for the personal entertainment of readers. The writer does not ever intend to offend her readers nor does she aim to spread false information about anyone so as to pay any disrespect to the real-life persons on whom the characters are based. She also does not claim ownership of any of the images that are being used.

chapter 3

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TAEMIN

I sit and stare at Taeseon Hyung sleeping in his hospital bed. I didn’t think we’d be back here again. He had been well for almost two years. Now the doctor has informed me that fluid has once again taken over his lungs. My brother never deserved this. He still has a full life ahead of him. 

It was hard for me to get along with him when we were kids. He’s the perfect son. He got straight A’s, won awards, at the top of all his classes. I sat in the audience cheering for him while I felt all this jealousy growing up. Despite that, I didn’t want to like him. That’s why I rebelled a lot when I got freedom during my university days with Kibum and Minho. When I failed two major courses senior year, Taeseon was there to help me out. He paid for both classes and supported me until I graduated. 

Tears form and fall from my eyes. As I wipe my face with my palm, I head outside the room. Y is sitting in the waiting area. She’s waited for hours even though she doesn’t know what’s going on. I check the time and it reveals that it’s almost midnight. 

“Y,” I call her out in a low voice so she doesn’t startle.

“Oh, hey. Is everything all right?” she asks.

“Uh…”

Before I can respond I hear running footsteps coming toward us. It’s Minho. I texted him earlier that I was in the hospital because of my brother. “Taemin, I came as soon as I read your message.”

“He’s resting now,” I inform him.

He nods, out of breath.

“Hyung,” I hesitate. “Could you do me a favor and take Y home? I was supposed to drive her but-”

“Sure,” he agrees at once without question.

“No,” Y intervenes. “It’s okay. I’ll just take a cab home.”

“Are you sure?” I feel a little guilty for making her wait and not being able to drive her home.

“Yes, really, I’m fine,” she gives me a tiny smile, assuring me that there’s nothing to feel bad about. “You should stay here with him,” she turns to Minho.

“At least let me call for a taxi for you,” I insist.

She nods. “Okay.”

I look at Minho to tell him to take over for a few minutes.

“Of course. Go,” he says, not needing me to say another word.

Y and I walk down the street just outside the hospital. Nobody has talked for a while. Despite the silence, I don’t feel uncomfortable at all. Somehow, I feel safe when I’m with her. I feel comforted by just her presence.

“Look, if you need anything, please don’t hesitate to call me,” she stops and breaks the silence. She takes her phone from her pocket, unlocks it, and hands it over to me.

I take it without saying a word. I feel gratitude toward Y. It’s not every day you find someone you just met who would care enough to go with you to the hospital and wait hours for you. I dial my number on her phone and my phone vibrates in my pocket. “Here.” I hand it back to her.

“Thanks for a fun night,” she says.

“I’m sorry it didn’t end well. I promise it will be different next time.”

“Please. There’s nothing to apologize for. I’m just glad there’s a next time.”

I smile at her, glad that she’s here for me. Too bad she has to go home.

The taxi I called for appears on the road. I extend my arm to let the driver know that we were the ones who called for him. He shifts to our side of the street.

I pull the handle to open the door for Y. “Please take her home safely,” I say to the driver respectfully. 

She hops in and closes the door gently beside her.

I can see her waving at me through the glass window. I wave back as the car starts to drive away. I watch it disappear from sight. I miss her already.

Y

When I get home, I walk straight to the kitchen to get some water and sit on a stool under the counter. I haven’t drunk anything besides my cocktail at the bar. I’m parched. 

Before I get there, I instantly see Jonghyun standing in front of the refrigerator pouring a pitcher of cold water into an empty glass. He looks like he’s been sleeping and woke up to get hydrated.

“I’m home,” I announce my arrival.

“Hey, how was your night?” he asks before yawning.

“It was great,” I say while pouring another glass of water for myself. “Until we had to go to the hospital.”

“What happened?”

“Taemin’s brother. Something’s wrong with him.” I drink my water.

“Oh, I remember he had pulmonary edema years ago. I came to visit that one time,” Jonghyun tells me.

Turns out it’s a relapse. I didn’t want to ask Taemin before because I didn’t want to seem nosy and annoying while they were going through heavy stuff. Plus, we just met. It’s natural to not discuss burdensome problems on the first day. Just like I haven’t told him why I’m getting a divorce.

Jonghyun sets down his glass and puts the pitcher back in the fridge. “I’m going back to bed,” he says as he throws his arms up to stretch his body. He then heads to his bedroom. “Turn off the lights before you go in.”

“Wait,” I stop him. “What’s your schedule for tomorrow?”

“Hmm, I’m going to the gym in the morning. I will be going to work at 1 p.m.” 

“Great. I’ll drive you. We should get lunch before.” I’m glad I’m back to doing this with him. Instead of sitting around at home doing nothing. I know I could paint, but that’s all I did when I was living with my husband. That’s all he could allow me to do for myself.

The next morning, I’m thinking I shouldn’t wear heels after what happened with Taemin yesterday. I don’t want to ruin somebody else’s shirt. So I’m wearing a pair of white sneakers and matching them with a white collared shirt, a black sweater, and light blue mom jeans. Casual and comfortable. 

When I get out of my bedroom, I hear the front door shut as Jonghyun dashes in with his gym bag. 

“I’ll just take a shower and get dressed then we’ll leave.”

“Okay,” I say to him.

I head to his bedroom and gather all the stuff he needs for today. His notebooks, contracts, and extra clothes. While I’m stuffing things in my bag, I hear his phone’s ringtone blast from his gym bag. Upon checking it, I see Nam Euisoo’s name pop up. “Hello?” I answer.

“Hello, who’s this? Where’s Jonghyun?” Nam Euisoo is Jonghyun’s main manager who’s in charge of bigger responsibilities than me. I’m just here to get beverages, bring stuff, and run errands for them.

“Euisoo, it’s Y.”

“Y! Have you been well?” It’s good to hear he’s enthusiastic to know that I’m back.

“Don’t worry about Jonghyun. I’ll drive him around from now on. He’s just taking a shower.”

“Oh, thank God. Okay, I’ll see you at the office,” he says before hanging up. Looks like he’s been busy.

I figured I should stay as Jonghyun’s assistant for now while my divorce is being finalized. Besides, I like doing it and maybe I could go back into styling eventually. 

Jonghyun comes out of the bathroom wearing his robe. I tell him about my conversation with Euisoo as I step out of his bedroom to let him get ready.

As I wait for him, I check my phone and see a message from Taemin.

Thanks for being there for me last night.

I smile at my phone. I wonder if I should ask how it’s going. 

Don’t mention it. How’s your brother?

He will be discharged in a few days and carry on the treatment at home.

It must be difficult for him to see his brother fight an illness. I admire that he’s being there for him. After a minute, my phone dings. He sent another message.

We should go out again sometime if you want.

My heart flutters the second I read it. Normally, after a recent divorce, you wouldn’t want to be with anyone else for a while. Lucky for me, a nice guy like Taemin has taken an interest in me. It’s not like it’s an official date. It’s just a casual gathering between two new friends. 

I’d love to.

chapter 5 (coming soon)

[musicismymoirail]

Since I've back on my Infamous kick, I decided to sit down and try to actually figure out Fel's look. I really wanted him to have full silver hair, but it wasn't working for me so black sides for a nice contrast? I like it a lot more, and it still fits his 'very much in love and inspired by moon thanks' vibes, lol.

I also feel a touch bad for him because boy is majorly dysphoric when people can see his freckles and natural hair color, but that's gonna be hard to hide while on a tour bus and in front of cameras constantly. I don't think anyone outside of the band has seen either, not even Orion.

And since I did this for X.O., have some silly headcanons.

• Band is Goodbye Blue Monday. It fit him better than X.O. and I'm glad~ They're more.... indie with folky and minor punky vibes? I always imagine it's a bit like The Decemberists or meWithoutYou's It's All Crazy! It's All False! It's All a Dream! It's Alright album?? Like, this song is super Fel! c:

• Fel claims he was a remarkably stupid child, and his main story to back this up is when he was super young, he was terrified of darkness. He thought the moon was too, since it disappeared a lot so he'd sing to it to try to make it feel less scared. Fel's origin story for his singing and song-writing is just his weird compassion and love of the moon.

• Kid went to college but dropped out pretty early into his sophomore due to his crumbling mental health and realizing how much of it was simply trying to please his folks. I imagine this Didn't Go Over Well with them (especially Mom) and it's partly Fel has no love left for them. He may be a bit of a Stepford Smiler, but even he has his limits, thanks! 💖😤💖

• He went to Harvard too, so Mom might've been doubly upset he dropped out. He had planned on eventually going to Law School, but the Band and Seven won out (and he is happier for that, despite ...everything.) That being said, I always feel like his undergrad was in comparative religious studies or something. It just feels very Fel??

• The band's big hit is based for the old fable, the Moon and Her Mother. It became a bit of anthem of shitty relationships (parents) and gaslighting. There's a healthy debate among fans if it's about Seven (and if so, if Seven's the moon or the mother), Fel himself, Fel's own parents, or if there's any true-to-life to it at all since it is based off a fable. Mainly, Fel just hated the fable and wanted to write something for the Moon …and more parental feelings slipped in then Fel realized at the time, lol. Moon's Momma is harsh and Fel didn't realize how harsh at the time. :')

• While he's good at putting on a face and playing up his flirtious and carefree personality, Fel himself is a painfully sweet and anxious soul. Growing up was a lonely experience. His family moved a lot, though always in the Boston and South Shore area, and Fel found himself more often than not bullied by his peers. Weird, stupid, freckles, shy, take your pick. Kids found a lot of flaws to constantly pick and make fun of.

• Fel does have an (obvious) crush on Orion. Orion is a very attractive and smart and dedicated and witty. And more importantly, Orion is safe. Orion tolerates him kindly, but it's nothing more than that. It helps his heart after Seven. I think when he realizes that attraction isn't as one-sided as he thinks, Fel will have an absolute freak out. "Why would you even like me?! Don't you have better taste?"

• Kid's self-image is pooooooooooor.

• Fel enjoys cooking too! There's only so many tv dinners and take-out you can eat, but Fel grew tired of them both about he was 13. He's an exceptionally good cook and baker, and loving cooking for his friends. He makes them all special meals or treats for their birthdays every year and I can't wait for him to cook for Orion for the first time. c:<!!

• Also, Fel definitely has a Thick Boston accent when he talks. He's not embarrassed by it though sometimes he hangs his head when he hits the Boston especially hard.

• Kid also digs Clefairy despite his gothy punk aesthetic, much like X.O. digs Gengar despite her opulent pink aesthetic, lol. ^^;;;

[chiaragottinger]

Impressionism

Marcel Hirscher is one of the greatest skiers ever. He won eight consecutive World Cup titles, something nobody has ever done before, 3 Olympic medals (2 gold), 11 World Championship medals (7 gold), and much more. Many of my childhood memories with my family were made of us sitting together on the couch and cheering on the Austrian skiers.

When I saw the assignment I instantly knew which moment to pick. I am a huge sports fan and can think of many different moments I will never forget. Yet this one specific moment is with no doubt my number one. It was the FIS Alpine World Ski Championships 2013. The events were hosted in Austria not too far away from my house. Skiing is part of Austria's culture. We live and breathe it. Having successful skiers is important to us and we always put a lot of pressure on them. My favorite moment happened during the last event of the world championships - the men's slalom. Marcel Hirscher was in the lead after the first run and the last one to race the second run. He was still a young racer. The majority of his success would come later on. At the bottom of the mountain, thousands of fans were waiting for him to win gold. Millions were watching from home. The pressure was on and he had to beat one of his biggest rivals at this time Felix Neureuther who was also a good friend of him. I remember watching his final run. You could feel the tension and excitement, but also the pressure on him. He was always faster than Neureuther during his run but only one false movement and everything could be over. When he crossed the finish line and we saw that he won, everybody went crazy. He did it! It was visible how much pressure was on him. All the weight was lifted off his shoulders and he got to celebrate with all of Austria.

I also attached the video of his final run. Even though the broadcasters speak German I hope it is noticeable how much all of that meant to him but also Austria's ski fans. Watching the video makes me emotional and gives me goosebumps even though it happened 12 years ago. This moment just had such a big meaning and I am so glad that I got to experience it.

[dcccivcr]

{Dylan Wang, 26, male, he/him} We are so glad to see you safe, IMPERIAL BODYGUARD JI XINYUAN of JAPAN CHINA! It’s dangerous out in the world these days, but I hear that you are DETERMINED and CHARISMATIC enough to handle it. Just don’t let your PERSONAL DESIRES bring you down! Stay on your guard, because with your secret being at risk for exposure, you wouldn’t want everyone to find out YOU HAVE BEEN LIVING UNDER A FALSE IDENTITY FOR YEARS {rawr, 28, GMT+1, she/her, no triggers} + princess kai-ming's bodyguard wc

NAME: Ji Xinyuan "GIVEN NAME": Fei BIRTH NAME: Maeda Toshihisa AGE: 26 GENDER / PRONOUNS: Male, he/him ORIENTATION: Bisexual

INSPIRATIONS: Essek Thelyss (Critical Role), Hubert von Vestra (FE3H), Akechi Gorou (Persona 5), Jin Guangyao & Nice Huaisang (The Untamed), Ignis Scientia (FFXV), the Scorpion Clan (Legend of the Five Rings)

• • •

FAMILY: None MARITAL STATUS: Single POLITICAL AFFILIATION: Loyal to the Japanese royal family LANGUAGES: Japanese (native), Chinese (bilingual), Tagalog (fluent), English (passable), Spanish (passable). Fakes an accent when speaking anything other than Chinese.

THE LIE

Xinyuan speaks of his history with such solemnity, pride and honesty that he has won the hearts of many in the imperial court. The only child of a very patriotic landowner down in his luck who dreamed of seeing his only son earn a position in court, and spent most of his rapidly decreasing resources educating the child. He taught Xinyuan literature, languages, martial skills such as archery, and horsemanship. Yet his wayward son, blinded by his natural talents and the brazenness of his youth, rejected his father's teachings and efforts and left his home with dreams of becoming a renowned poet. Though he produced some works of decent quality, it wasn't long until word reached him that both his parents had fallen ill and died.

Ji Xinyuan believed this misfortune to be a divine punishment for his ungrateful, rebellious behavior, and turned all of his efforts back to the path that had been chosen for him. At the age of 19, he famously prostrated himself outside the imperial palace and begged for "a chance to atone for his sins and fulfill his late father's wish". His talents, strong sense of honor and social graces caught the attention of his superiors and recently earned him a privileged role as one of the bodyguards accompanying the imperial family.

THE TRUTH

Toshihisa was born to Chinese ambassadors and presumed dead in the fire that killed his parents. He cannot remember whether that was the name he was given at birth or not, and he can only speculate whether the event was or wasn't an accident, but he doesn't trouble himself with conjectures. For as long as he can remember, he has had a purpose, and unlike his false persona he accepted the role with great pride.

He received the best education and was raised in privilege. When the time came, he traveled to China, where he had his tale fabricated and his ascension orchestrated. He aims to become the imperial family's most trusted soldier and confidant... and hopes his blade skills will never be required.

THE STORY

After the Reckoning, and the exile of princess Kai-ming, his previous charge, he became the Emperor's bodyguard. He has earned Angelo's trust, when the truth is Xinyuan profoundly despises the man. During the current conflict, he sends word of China's moves to Japan through informants, while simultaneously assisting princess Giuliana in their goal to dethrone their brother.

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Todd didn’t want to go at first. Neil had to convince him multiple times until he accepted. He was scared to be third-wheeling you and Neil even though he was the one in a relationship. You and Neil were best friends for a long time now, you were even the first one who knew about his blond lover. And ever since it’s been months since they started to date, you never had a real occasion to spend time with him. You were more outgoing than he was and he was worried about being erased while hanging out with you.

But Neil wasn’t going to let this slide and he almost forced him to come. So when you saw a blonde head walking next to Neil, your smile widened, glad he was able to convince Todd. “Hi,” you greeted as you shook his hand and he offered you a shy smile as an answer. Neil was looking at him with heart eyes the entire time as if he was the most precious thing on Earth.

“Where should we go?” Neil asked you, holding Todd’s hand firmly.

“The arcade? There’s this new game I want to try.”

Neil and Todd were spending the holiday in your town which Neil is used to visiting during summer and took advantage of it to see you. You decided to show Todd the city, making him discover the streets containing all your childhood memories.

You lead the boys to the arcade and immediately rushed to the said game. “Todd, wanna try?” you asked him. Politely, he shook his head.

“C’mon, Todd” Neil encouraged him. The shy boy accepted, slowly taking place in front of the arcade machine. He held the joysticks between his fingers and started to play, both you and Neil watching him carefully. Todd won the first game and Neil kissed him on the cheek as a reward. 

“Your turn,” Todd smiled. Neil took his boyfriend's place and started to play “You suck,” he said playfully.

“Hey!” Neil said, falsely offended. He heard you laugh and pushed you to the machine “Stop making fun of me! Play and we’ll see!” he chuckled. You continued Neil’s game and managed to save his score and won.

You offered him a scornful smile “You’re just bad at it!” you grinned and shared a proud look with Todd. Neil rolled his eyes before walking to another arcade machine and starting to play. He failed, Todd and you let out a chuckle. He tried and failed again. “Um… You know what? I’ll let both of you play.” You and Todd must have spent at least an hour playing before Neil asked you to find something else to do.

You decided you would grab something to eat and then you would show Todd one of your favourite spots with Neil. You headed to the local ice cream shop, they didn’t taste so good but the shopkeepers were so adorable you and Neil had to see them whenever you could.

Ice creams in hand, the three of you walked to an abandoned railway you and Neil liked to hang out to a lot. Only a few people knew about it and it was mostly empty and was the perfect place to create an imaginary world with your best friend when you were kids.

Sat on a moss-covered rock next to the road, you watched around you, remembering all the afternoons you spent there with Neil, imagining you were pirates one day and knights another.

“You remember when you fell into this bush and came back home crying because it was full of stinging nettles?” you asked with a laugh, thinking about his red face and loud cries. You were worried back then but now you could only find it funny.

Todd let out a laugh “Did he really?”

“Oh, yeah,” you chuckled.

“Hey!” Neil yelped “I was like ten years old!”

“It doesn’t make it any less funny, Neil!” You shared a look with Todd and both of you exploded into a fist of laughter as you observed Neil’s pout.

You spent the rest of the afternoon with Neil and Todd. The latter came out of his shell more and more throughout the time and you got to see the way Todd and Neil acted and you were never more sure they were made for each other.

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hello skjfng i know this was a few days ago but there was new years and then ??? what is a poetic line 😭 (actually this was quite hard overall halp)

for this ask game

these are all from a/b fic (y'know the one where anthony and benedict get together because they don't know they're brothers (yet) because anthony went missing as a child and they only met as adults at oxford)

(sorry we don't share a fanfic-writing fandom 😭)

...okay so it turns out i'm sharing much more than one line... for CONTEXT (idk who would be interested in these excerpts though but... welp. sorry)

🌹 Share your most poetic line.

(ch3)

Anthony just grows close and then closer, entrenched in Benedict’s every day, any day, more than welcome in Benedict’s life. And slowly but surely, Anthony’s notes and books start to make their way into Benedict’s room, then his clothes, his boots, the little that he owns. All of it migrating, mingling together with Benedict’s own things, rearranging the space, remaking it. Until one day, quite without Benedict knowing how, but knowing only that he is more glad than he can put into words—Anthony quite simply, quietly, naturally, moves into his room.

💔 Share your most heartbreaking line.

context: this is the bridgerton house tour benedict gives anthony (ch9)

It’s now or never, he thinks as he leads him over to the one remaining door he hasn’t pointed out yet; he leans against it with a little flourish and with far more confidence than he feels. “This is my old room—or well, not quite my old room. When I’m alone and staying at Bridgerton House for the night, I still sleep in here.” Then he lopsidedly, suggestively smiles. “Would you, er, like to come in?”

Against all his expectations, Anthony half steps back, tension suddenly writ across his face. “Ah… to just… look around, perhaps?”

“Amongst other things?” Benedict swallows, now somewhere between nervous and coy. 

He does not know what he was expecting, exactly. But it’s not Anthony blankly staring at him, taking breath after breath, shorter and shallower until he’s wound up tight. 

��But you do not have to,” Benedict says quickly, letting go of him, berating himself; still brushing against his forearm, soothing, “You do not have to come in. I understand. I only…” he flushes humiliatingly hot, “perhaps foolishly hoped that you would… Well.”

“Hoped that I would… what?” Anthony asks, a little choked and hushed.

“Well, I know that the staff do not wake until half past four at the earliest,” Benedict shrugs, far too falsely casual. “So if you would return to the guest room before that… then no one would know about us.”

☺️ Share a happy line.

(ch7)

Daybreak colours the horizon when they’re already on the road the next day; the last of the tension in Anthony only leaves him as they keep riding away from Oxford. With every mile they cover he sheds a bit more of his harried look, the years that have piled onto him, aged him, the stress that for a while he had lived and breathed. Hooves churn up the ground; he urges his horse into a trot and a canter and then a gallop and a race; “The first one to that big tree wins,” he suddenly shouts over his shoulder, and Benedict can barely hear him with how fast he’s already going, his entire self thrown into it like he’s running away and is finally free—

“What??” he shouts after him, and Anthony’s laughter echoes back eventually, bright and full on the breeze. 

The tree in question turns out to be at the top of the next hill; Benedict rides hard in his dust and steadily catches up and wonders if he would’ve let him win, had he been prepared to race. But right now it’s a moot point; Anthony reaches the tree just ahead of him and wheels his horse around, grinning and breathing hard in exertion, leaning forward to pat his horse’s neck. 

“I won,” he says somewhere between matter-of-fact and smug once he falls into step with him, his horse snorting and tossing its head, apparently as spirited as its rider. “I won, did you see that?”

“Funnily enough, I did,” Benedict says dryly.

Anthony’s eyes narrow for a second. “You didn’t just let me win, did you?” “And miss my chance to have you not gloat at me?” Benedict hums at him, affronted and affectionate, and Anthony beams even wider, nudging his horse even closer. He reaches out his gloved hand to him and Benedict takes it, clasps it tightly, watching Anthony smile and tilt his head up, turn his face towards the sun.

🎬 Share the last line you’ve written.

(well, the last line i've KEPT anyway. i'm giving more than one line for context (because out of context it's a bit 👀 ... 😂))

(ch18)

“I have to go to London,” he says. 

In a way, it is a relief; it is certainly one way to not ruin what they have further. Maybe it will reset itself by the time he gets back. 

…But all the same he would not say no to Anthony asking to come with him again.

He looks up in the silence. Anthony has turned around in his chair, quill in hand. Candlelight wavers over the half dozen books he has open, the clean, unmarked page of his notebook—except for one heavy blot of ink in the top left corner, visible even to Benedict across the room. 

“All right,” Anthony says.

He does not ask to come. And so, as if by mutual understanding, Benedict does not ask him to come, either.

📝 Share the first line of your project.

Benedict meets the love of his life one ordinary autumn evening in an Oxford pub.

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