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parcai · 1 year
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talking abt the movies that r coming out + he's talking abt the flash...did not pass the vibe check
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beardisable · 11 months
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been rewatching the teasers for new context
"learn the history. find kill the founder" we didnt really learn much history in generation 1. this is... a call to action for US, for the next parts. to keep watching and figure out the lore. so in the end we can know enough to kill the founder....? SURELY HAHA
(the inaguration has its separate post here)
i dont think Connecting... has much? Its the tape we see in the ending with the showfall chime in the video, now we have confirmation the person recording and showfall are working together(prob the same corp anyways)
now Connected... (copied text from a comment lmao)
"Look into infinity" "One of many" "One of millions" you are not the first or the last to be chosen, you will join a cast
"You are now worthy" you have been chosen to join :)
"One to another One to yours One to another" not really sure about these? maybe "from one to another role"? feel free to rb/reply with ideas
The posters! it seems like we DO have contact with someone from actually the outside? who does know whats going on and tries to warn us? or is it another ploy by showfall/the founder to entice us into the mystery...
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we see a figure block the screen for a moment, i find the white square instead of ranboos black box square Very interesting. i dont think its the founder bc it feels way too obvious to give out this easily? but i do think the white box might mean like. this person has been completely brainwashed and under control...
and then the message is taped over by ranboos missing posters, which we know now were made BY showfall media. 2 posters are torn, to show WATCH from the below poster. as it is the only message they agree with. keep watching!
Announcement this is the same guy that flashed by in the previous video
"all around THIS world" is pretty suspicious as i saw someone point out... are there other worlds?
This seperate person(?) is trying to contact us during this
"where is this signal going?" hmm... perhaps the outsider isnt even completely sure what they are doing? just trying to do SOMETHING to stop this, to stop us from watching and enabling the continuing of this
"Found them!" is interesting... its not in red so ill assume its by showfall? maybe sneeg and charlie have tried to escape before, but gotten caught again?
"is this working? i dont have much time. i dont know whats happening." AH so yes they are trying to do Something but not really sure what/how
"i dont know what you are" INTERESTING. this makes me wonder still if the outsider actually is free of showfalls influence, can they even understand we are the audience, or is it about something else...
"it already found him" i wonder if... ok maybe nonsense theory but maybe this video and its interruptions were made after the first stream was done..? the red text outsider got some access as Hetch/H "messed" with the systems, but had to cut it short when they got ranboo after all in the end?
"it got everyone, everyone but me. i have to save them, i have to stop this" OR or... the outsider is another person who managed to escape the... "draft"
also the announcer guys head keeps swiveling and goes featureless in the end like haha nice generation loss the social experiments episode 3 ending reference
The Hero ok so the obvious being the censor bar.. it was the black box all along, he was always doomed like that... i do wonder though if the switch between the pixel and irl is meant to show like... the blinking between control and concious decisions and stuff that we see a lot of with the mask
i cant figure out anything that can be recontextualized in the 2 trailers rn. maybe puzzler saying "your final game begins now" since its the second episode but... also he dies in the end of ep 3 so it was his final run of the show? (but also i dont think theyre dead so lmao idk)
i do find the lack of trailer 3 very interesting too... lulling us into a false sense of security that this 3rd one isnt a show and is real?
ok im. brain empty. if yall have comments on this let em rip id love to talk about this(once my cells regenerate)
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chil2de · 3 years
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Imagine Atsumu being the most cockiest and arrogant asshole whilst in bed with his s/o
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call my name - miya atsumu x reader [nsfw]
alright this has been in my drafts for over a month now its about time i gave our favourite king the love he deserves and uh,,, what can i say except that this is not pg atsumu LMAO mayb ill write a fluff piece for him idk, characters are aged up as per usual, enjoy!
warnings: alright its atsumu were you expecting anything different than like literally every warning on planet earth
just joking ily, fr tho: degradation/dumbification + choking + name calling + unprotected sex + themes of dominance
also me literally realising that if you sit on atsumu’s lap the elevation of his thighs and the fact that hes prob not sitting up properly to begin with would mean that you would be taller than him so, have fun with that image
“hmmm? what’s wrong? ya dumb lil cunt can’t take my cock anymore?” atsumu cooed, sneering as he glared up at you.
you could only pant out incoherent babble and broken moans which spilled out from in between your lips. your jaw fell slack, tongue rolling out like a forgotten thermometer as his thick cock stretched you out inch by inch- expanding and constricting. you could feel his dick pulse inside you as you gradually lowered yourself, swallowing his cock centimetre by centimetre
atsumu groaned out at the way your pussy lips clamped down on him like a vice, gripping his length as you slowly slid up and down. a shudder wracked his spine and he let out a dissatisfied groan, tilting his head back. his calloused palms smoothed over the expanse of your back, fingertips digging into you with such strength that it formed bruises.
“sit on my cock properly. ” he huffed, spitting out from his clenched pearly teeth. you only cried out in response, shaking your head fervently as your thighs began to burn.
atsumu let out an amused snort, his left hand curled around your throat with an iron grip. you felt stars prick your vision.
“sit the fuck down. you’ll do as i say. weren’t ya so cute and adamant about riding me but now you're crying like a little bitch? hmm? want a lil pacifier to go with that nasty face of yours? look at you, pretty baby. all fucked out cause of my dick.”
“‘tt-suum-uuu- ‘s too- mmfh- bigg~” you whined out, clawing at his shoulder blades to leave scratch marks. a low moan erupted from the depths of his chest that sent arousal coursing through your veins like wildfire.
shit, you’d be lying if you said his deep voice didn’t make you throb around him.
you hated the smug smirk that flashed on his features when he realised the way you twitched.
“oh you kinky bitch, you love it when i moan, don’t you?” he grinned, readjusting underneath you. you felt the anxiety sweep over you, there was no way in hell he would fit himself inside of you..
“y-yes-“
“yes what? call my name, sweetheart.”
“y-yes tsumu-“
“that’s more like it” he purred, wrapping his arms around you as he brought your chest flush against his bare one. you felt his perspiration slick and stick against you
atsumu bent his knees up, watching your face distort in arousal and shock as he forced his cock inside. you yelped out, crying and squirming when you felt full to the brim.
“shhhh-hhh, pretty baby. you’ll be okay, you’ll be fine.”
“it’s ah-mmf! t-too, big-“
“you’ll be fine” he cooed with a condescending tone, smirking as you writhed on top of him.
atsumu moaned out, his actions sinister and laced with venom as he leaned into you.
he licked the shell of your ear, his voice octaves deeper as he practically purred. you felt his cock throb.
“sit up, i’ll make your pretty lil cunt seethe. you’ll see the fucking stars.”
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Neeeemo dear! Im back again!🌻😳🥺 //dances in❤❤🌻😳🥺 rip your poor lil askbox hehehehe! //is still trying to figure out asks for other fandoms butttttt! Ill try my best hehee😳❤
❤🍁 after all zeta has husbands across the board 😳🥺☺ hehehe so here is another for death note! Hehehe i honestly love the anime so much (i think i must have watched it more than 4 times already) 🥺🥺❤🌈😳 naturally L is bae
😏 hehehe so nemo darling could i pretty please with caramel ontop request a lil something with L hehe here is some cute prompts i found😳😳😳
 "Can I sleep in here? I don't like the storm."
"Scared of a little thunder?"
☺🍁🍁Hehehe its been raining so much here lately 😳🥺 and while i love the thunder and lighting it does get a lil scary when it hits a tree in your yard and fries all the electronics 😂😂😂😂😂😂 pfffft anyways im rambling aren't i? Night nemo darling! Sweet dreams and lets face this Monday together/ /sweats🥺🥺 good luck with your meeting with your supervisor! U can do this ❤❤❤❤❤😳☺
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Four times. Damn. I think I only watched DN twice or so, Zeta is so dedicated for her hububs 。◕‿◕。
Cover up in lots of blankets and and stay low to the ground!!! ᕙ (° ~ ° ~) I would offer help, but you probs would be targeted before I'm. (;;;・_・)
At least you bought a powerbank now.
Fandom: Death Note
Character: L Lawliet 
Prompt: A: “Can I sleep in here? I don’t like the storm.” B: “Scared of a little thunder?”
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The room flickered and darkened at an unsteady pace, followed shortly by the loud boom of what was the clap of the heavens. Sometimes the silhouette of the mountains surrounding you could be seen, other times it was only the lightning that remained long enough in the sky to be seen. A flash and then gone, followed by a bang in short, the seconds too fast, the next one too soon. The clouds had gathered and grown too heavy to pass the mountain tops.
"Can I sleep here?" you had asked the man, hands wringing and unwringing as you clutched your blanket over your head. The next came and the haunting presence of the detective stood for once straight, his dark eyes looking down at you with that familiar slouch. But even that sight was quickly taken from you as darkness prevailed again, only to be followed by another flash that made his white shirt seem even starker in the unlit room.
L had remained silent for a while, his feet scratching the back of his leg, the sound of nail scraping over jeans audible in the otherwise quiet room. You were under observation and distance was meant to be maintained. It would breach several policies to allow you to sleep in his room. Naturally, that would have been his answer, but the way you flinched each time the room lit up and the way your fingers moved, counting the time between light and sound, L knew better than to leave you alone now.
Besides, he was already 99.9% sure of his theory and correctness. There truly was no need to continue the observations for longer than they had.
"Scared of a little thunder?" the man spoke, his thought process now filed away and so was the decision-making. You could never tell how much went on in his mind in the time that had lapsed, but L was used to that. Few could. Fewer knew him by his true name, most just calling him by the identity he had adopted for the time, or the single letter by which he was known.
Another one flashed through the sky and here L's expression revealed itself to be blank, you weren't sure what was more haunting. The howling of the wind through the apartment high in the sky, or his never ending observing expression.
"I don't like the storm," you admitted sheepishly feeling rather silly now that you had pronounced it out loud. Storms were such silly things, like everything was to the brilliant man in front of you.
If L truly thought so was a little beyond you as the male made no indication to show or express such, instead shoving his hands in his pockets as he shrugged.
"Come in." And he stepped to the side, revealing his room to you which was sparsely decorated and dimly lit by a single laptop. For the rest the room lacked all the rest, not even a bed was present, or a chair as the man crouched down on the floor and continued his work in these deplorable conditions with a storm raging on.
"Don't you sleep?" you asked, reluctantly sitting next to him as the man pointed at the discarded blankets in the corner.
"I need little of it," he clarified, knowing that to you he crossed as strange, but strange was his trademark and strange was what marked his genius, he didn't need anything else.
The storm raged on and the thunder rolled and followed, but by now you had been too distracted by the strangeness of this man and his calm determination to continue his work.
"Can I sit next to you?" you asked, and L stopped typing for a second as he looked up at you, dark eyes apathetic towards what you had to say before something resembling sympathy showed through and he threw you a reassuring smile, the kind he always showed when you offered him a sweet.
"I wouldn't have let you in if I minded," he tells you and he is true in his words as he even allows you to lean against him, his body surprisingly sturdy as it was lean and his strange seating position even more steady than you had expected it to be.
"Feel free to fall asleep. I don't expect myself to get up for at least the next eight hours," the man informed you, and you were rather baffled at those words, eyes blinking from that bright screen to him as the detective turned his face to you, his features suddenly a lot closer than you ever had the pleasure of getting to know before.
"I might even just fall asleep sitting like this," he tells you and you aren't sure if it is in jest or if he is actually serious, but it horrifies you all the same.
"Your poor back," you exclaim and the male only smiles at that, having grown rather used to comments on his posture and the worry that followed. Few understood how it was part of his genius, after all, but it was a good distraction from the storm raging outside.  
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jackals-ships · 2 years
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and if i fall baby will you catch me
im probs gonna edit this later for ao3 posting so that way it's 3rd person pov but i have to inflict Lucifer and jackal on you <3
contains: jackal 2nd person pov "im in love why am I in love god damn it" a brief reminder he canonically has whips with my legitimate "i thought it was a JOKE???" reaction a couple spots that might be able to be read as suggestive? canon typical pre relationship Lucifer being a bit of a dick
There are times, more often than not truly, when your brain is a hive filled to the brim with buzzing bees. In the early days of your stay at the Devildom it led to sleepless nights, restless wanderings and digging your fingers into your skin to feel something as a distraction. You didn't tell any of the brothers of course, both because you didn't want to be annoying and because you…well. You didn't know them very well.
(even your own loved ones had to pull the information that you were upset or ill out of you kicking and screaming, you would simply die before telling practical strangers willingly.)
Unfortunately that didn't stop Lucifer from sticking his nose where he didn't need to.
The first few times you heard the familiar click of his heels you had darted back to your room, well accustomed to quietly closing doors and not being heard, as you didn't want to sit through an inevitable lecture. "It's imperative that you rest, Lord Diavolo is counting on you to excel bluh bluh I'm a suck up to my probably boyfriend and have the world's biggest stick up my ass bluh."
Tragically you didn't take into account that he had many years of dealing with wayward brothers so of course he managed to corner you when you least expected it. You had barely turned a corner before you were swiftly, but shockingly gently, tugged back and pinned against the wall.
(you were just touch starved enough that you didn't immediately lash out, instead having to tamp down a full body shiver because oh hello.)
He was wearing that look that you had only seen a few times but had already hated with a special kind of passion. The one that said you were getting on his nerves because he expected better. God he was fucking irritating. So when he spoke, when he asked, demanded, to know what you were doing with your incessant wanderings you barely managed to not snap at him.
But you were honest with him, not entirely on purpose. It was like the tiredness just made the words slip out without your say so. And you got to watch as his expression turned from one of annoyance to concern. It was…actually a little nice.
When he moved back you slapped down the sudden spike of disappointment, there was no reason for the feeling, he was an annoying bastard with the world's biggest raging superiority complex. And he was just, more likely than not, going to tell you to stop being a baby.
(and it would hurt, it would hurt and ache and you would keep poking it like the space where a tooth once was. but you would be unable to stop turning his scorn over in your head again and again despite your insisting that you didn't care about his opinions of you.)
So it more than a little caught you off guard when he asked if you would like help relaxing. At your tensing he laughed, a flash of sharp fangs catching your attention before he smirked down at you. No. Not like that, my but you have a filthy mind. (you were filled suddenly with conflicting desires to kiss him and strangle him with his own stupid dumb tie.)
Apparently his form of relaxation was inviting you to his room and offering you tea.
You, in all honesty, weren't much of a tea drinker. You were a picky eater and even pickier with your drinks but you were starting to get desperate. There were at that point very few things you wouldn't try to calm the buzzing in your head so you could focus for more than a little or at least fucking sleep properly for one night.
The surprises continued because he had tea that you liked, it made you suspicious for barely a few moments before you internally decided fuck it. If he wanted to poke around in your life that was his personal problem when he saw the downright bizarre skeletons in your closet.
So the two of you drank, and talked, and sniped at each other because he was still at his core a superiority complex riddled ass, but it was…nice. It did calm some of the buzzing, enough that you could rest.
And somehow it turned into a thing between the two of you.
You'd wander the halls, tell yourself that you just needed to clear your head, and then end up in his room, the time that you spent wandering slowly shrinking until you ended up at his door almost immediately upon leaving yours. Oftentimes he'd be doing paperwork while you talked, sometimes he'd be in the middle of some light cleaning. (you pouted a little when he said that no you couldn't touch the swords you'd get fingerprints on them.)
(you missed the way he had smiled at it, one that was unusually soft. and it had taken all of his will power to not take your face in his hands and. and.)
(the time he decided that light cleaning would involve the upkeep of his whips which you still can't believe he actually keeps? you thought he was fucking with you?? you most certainly did not have a heart attack. but you were close to combusting from the way your cheeks filled with heat. thankfully he was smart enough to not comment or you're reasonably sure you'd have killed one of the two of you.)
Over time the two of you grew closer, you weren't sure if you'd call it friendship exactly as the two of you butted heads still so very often. But it was….it was nice.
Nicer still the occasions when his exterior thawed further and he was properly sweet to you.
Like the time he offered to give you a massage.
Your shoulder had been acting a fool as it was wont to do, it made moving it difficult both as you didn't want to have to listen-feel the click of your bones, and just because it fucking hurt. The surrounding muscles hurt as well, having gone tense to compensate for the damage.
Or that's what you assume anyways.
You hadn't had a chance to have a doctor look at it before being unceremoniously scruffed and dropped into literal hell. All you knew was that your muscles would hurt a lot more when your shoulder acted up more and that was on top of already carrying tension in them.
Evidently you had made a face or rolled your shoulder one too many times because Lucifer gave you an odd look before inquiring what the matter was. So you spilled your guts, again without entirely meaning too, and he frowned at you. There's nothing for it then, he had said before standing, I'll just have to massage them for you.
A heartbeat, If you would allow me that is.
And well. Well, it did sound nice even if you turned into a deer in the headlight at Lucifer asking for permission before touching you. (you'd lost track of the times he would just. grab you. a hand on your shoulder to pull you back, a crushing grip on your wrist as he hissed a warning to not do the stupid thing you were thinking of. once even grabbing you by the chin, to make you look at him while he lectured you.)
(that one still haunted you and made you flush every time you thought of it. the proximity, the look of irritation, the grip that was just short of bruising. god. god.)
So. It couldn't hurt right? A moment's hesitation and you gave your consent then immediately forgot how to breathe.
Because Lucifer took his gloves off.
You'd been there for quite a few months by that point and could not recall seeing him without them for a single moment. He had to take them off at some point you knew on a conscious level but seeing it… Suddenly you were a little Victorian man who'd just seen your lovers bare forearms for the first time and you swooned internally.
(you wanted to take those hands in yours, explore every line, every freckle and blemish and little scar and have him explain every single one to you. you wanted to memorize him so completely, until you knew him as well if not better than yourself.)
His hands were warm on your shoulders, you could feel it through the thin fabric of your shirt, and they were firm. It had been some time since you had received a proper massage and god but you forgot how good it could feel. Damn near immediately you were melting into your chair, head tipping slightly forwards as all of the tension bled out of you.
You rarely made noises of pain or pleasure, a byproduct of being autistic you're reasonably sure, but this was enough to make you let out a soft sigh. It made him still for barely a fraction of a second before resuming.
(he had not yet heard you make noises and it caught him off guard. he wanted to see what other sounds he could pull from you, until he could play you as effortlessly as his piano.)
You're not entirely sure when it happened but at some point unconsciousness claimed you, one moment you were in one of his chairs and the next. The next you were waking up in his bed.
There was no Morning Star to greet you and it sent an odd spike of pain in your chest. But the bed, as you stretched and touched the comforters near you, was still rather warm.
Which meant that not only did you fall asleep and were taken to his bed, he slept in it next to you.
(specifically he had not slept, but he did lie next to you and tried very hard to resist the temptation to run his fingers through your hair.)
(But well. Demons were not immune to temptation.)
(your hair was so terribly soft.)
—-
You fell for him.
You think, you think it might have been inevitable.
You don't know when, you can't pinpoint the time that you realized he made your heart ache so desperately and you wanted to bury your face into his chest. Wanted to make him tell you he loved you, adored you as much as you adored him, that you were good enough to get his attention. That you deserved his affection. (that you weren't as horrible and annoying as you feared you were. or that he loved you in spite of it perhaps.)
It manifested first in the desire just to be close to him, your hands reaching for him without conscious thought. A hand in his at the store, grabbing onto the edge of his coat when you were nervous, kicking your feet up to rest them in his lap which he obliged with only briefly raised eyebrows.
You realized how deep you were when you were struck with the deep desire to shove your head into his chest, breathe in the smell of him, turn your head to bite at the long lines of his throat. (the possessive desire to mark him as yours, to lay claim with lips and teeth and proclaim he's yours yours yours and you don't know how but god you weren't letting go.)
It all culminates when finally, finally he extends a hand to make a pact with you. You had initially been lying when asked why you were making pacts with the brothers, I want to impress Lucifer, but now. Now you realize how true that ended up being anyways.
(he does that to people doesn't he. he makes you want to impress him, makes you want to do anything to have him look at you and praise you. anything to pat the top of your head and tell you you've done a good job. you understand now.)
So now you're here, with Lucifer extending a hand and, "If you make a pact with me you won't be lumping me in with the rest of my brothers. I won't belong to you. You'll belong to me." He says that last part with a foxes grin, with a I've won. I made you break hanging thick in the air.
Your mouth runs away before you can choke the words back down, "I already belong to you," and then you grasp his hand, pulling him towards you and it.
Gods above and below it burns.
The others marks were a sharp burst of pain, gone and there in a flash so quick you could barely register it. But this? This stabbed into the core of you, burned like a white hot brand as you gritted your teeth with a barely smothered whine.
It wasn't until the ache had receded enough that you felt like somewhat of a person that you registered the look on his face. It was…distant. Far off and confused almost. Not the kind of face you'd ever seen him wear.
The two of you were still holding hands, yours shaking slightly with the lingering aftershocks, and his firm as it always has been. When you moved to pull it away he tightened his grip and looked at you with a sudden fever hot intensity. "..You mean that don't you."
You can't find the courage to muster your words, instead giving him a short stiff nod that has his expression slowly morph into..wonder? Joy? And he laughs, a brief burst of it that turns into the kind of full body laugh that leaves you shaking all over. "You…I thought."
You don't think you've ever seen the Morning Star at a loss for words like he is now, simply looking at you with that same soft amazement. "...I thought you hated me."
"....I did. I. Lucifer. You were a fucking asshole." He opens his mouth, presumably to chasten you for your language but you cut him off. "Quiet." You've used the other marks enough that the order comes easy to you, but he jolts like he's been shot, a sudden blush spreading across his angelic face. (you file that away for future poking. you've always enjoyed a good light hearted interrogation.)
"...Lucifer. You were an asshole. You, you literally threatened to kill me? You almost did? Who just does that?" You had thought yourself over the whole incident but a note of hurt creeps into your voice that has him softening, looking at you with..guilt perhaps. But not quite, not fully. "It. And you were so…god you were just so much. You just, you just kept acting like I was gonna fall in love with you and."
You laugh at that, your free hand rubbing at your face. "I did, didn't I? I fell for you anyways huh. You…you." A shake of your head, laughter still bubbling in your chest. "....Kiss me?" You say it so soft he almost misses it, but when it registers he practically lunges for you.
He closes the already small gap, letting go of your hand to first his in the hair at the back of your neck, the other snaking to your waist to pull you in. And you, you cling to him. You cling to him with a desperation like if you soften your grip he'll let go. He'll realize you're not worthy of his time or attention.
But he doesn't.
He just kisses you. Kisses you with all the desperation of a starved man, of someone who had their desires just out of reach for so very long that it drove them mad. His claws dig into your skin through his gloves and your clothes intermittently, as if only half registering that he needs to be careful with you, terribly fragile human that you are.
The two of you are flushed when you finally part, panting softly in the silence, as if if you're too loud the dream will be shattered. (that's what this must be, a dream. because you can't be really standing here. with Lucifer's hands on your body and the two of you sharing kiss bruised lips.)
(but you are.)
(because you fell for him. because falling for him was ecstasy. because falling for him was inevitable. because there was never a scenario in which you could not fall.)
(and he would catch you.)
(there is not a world in which he would let you fall by yourself.)
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platonicavengers · 4 years
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Within Seconds
pairing: avengers x reader; mainly platonic!steve x reader with a lil of platonic!thor x reader
word count: 507
warnings: sadness, maybe swearing?? idk, infinity war spoilers (that shouldnt matter it’s been out for two years but ya never know ig)
author’s note: i think this is gonna be my first piece on here depending on if/when i post the other one but yeah!! this is prob gonna b pretty short, i just wanted to write something rlly badly lol. so here’s this sad lil thing, hope u guys enjoy, love u all sm mwah !! also i tried to keep this gender neutral, i don’t think i added anything that would make it seem masculine or feminine but pls let me know if i did and ill fix it asap!!
my masterlist | read it on ao3 | read it on wattpad
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It all happened so quickly.
You had just been picking yourself up from the ground, trying to regain your strength as you watched Thor attempt to take on Thanos. It was clear that the god wasn’t going to be able to take on the Mad Titan.
Just as you were about to spring up from your spot, you watched with horrified eyes as Thanos snapped his fingers, a flash of white appearing before your eyes, but it dulled almost as quickly as it appeared.
You could only faintly hear Thor as he shouted at the perpetrator, but your attention was quickly brought back to the two when Thanos opened a portal, falling through and disappearing from sight.
“Thor,” you saw Steve approach, panting, “where did he go?”
The god didn’t respond, his eyes wide as he searched all around him.
“Thor?” The super soldier urged, “where the hell is he?”
“He’s gone,” you croaked, “snapped his fingers, then next thing I knew, he was gone. Disappeared, no clue where he went.”
Steve opened his mouth to respond, but was cut off by a small, “Steve?”
You looked behind him to see Bucky, someone you had grown well-acquainted with during the short time you knew him, begin to crumble into dust and fade away, the gun in his hand falling to the ground with a loud ‘wham’.
Your eyes pricked up with tears, “Steve? Steve, what’s happening?”
He looked to you, face falling, “I-I don’t know, Y/N, but it’s gonna be alright.”
You weakly nodded, wincing as you felt a sharp pain in your stomach. You quickly pressed your hand against it, eyes squeezing shut as the discomfort grew larger.
“Y/N, are you alright?” Thor breathed out, quickly running to your side.
“Something feels wrong, I-I don’t know what’s going on,” you cried, a few tears beginning to slide down your cheeks. You licked the salty liquid off your lips, trying not to focus on the pain that was slowly spreading throughout your entire body.
Looking down at your hand, your breathing stopped for a moment as you noticed it beginning to fade away. You shrieked, shaking your head rapidly.
“Oh, God, no, Y/N,” Steve moaned, sitting in front of you. He grabbed your other hand, the one that was still all flesh.
“Steve, it hurts,” you whimpered, not being able to take your eyes off your disappearing limb.
Steve grabbed your face in his hands gently, moving it so you faced him, “Hey, look at me, Y/N, you’re gonna be alright, sweetheart.”
“No!” You cried out, sobbing, “Steve, I don’t want to die! Please, I wanna stay here! I can’t go, I don’t wanna, please!”
Steve let out a few tears of his own as he listening to your sobs, knowing there was nothing he could do to stop it. So he just held onto you as tight as he could, refusing to let go until your physical form was nothing but dust.
So when that was the case, and he finally pulled away, he couldn’t help but let out a sob at what he had lost. What they had all lost.
They would avenge you.
They would avenge everyone.
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jason stop dying
ooooook i just watched ditf. it was PRETTY GOOD.... i only wish there was MOOORE! watching this REALLY brought me back to 2011 times to see it and i think they did a good job with most of the character design and animations insofar as matching it to the original. (maybe i’m totally wrong but i thought it looked good for the most part... also i just really love these character designs in particular). obviously the budget is not what it would be on a feature, so there are a LOT of places where animation gets recycled and many still frames. some parts are basically a slideshow lol. but i only sort of came to that realization awhile after watching, so i think they did a fairly good job of masking this... ymmv
so let’s get into it!!! 
SPOILERS a-head! do not read until you’ve watched it because i’ll spoil everything
now obviously the thing to be aware of if you are not is the fact that this adaptation is not a panel-by-panel adaptation of the original death in the family comic. all references to jason’s mother (save one mention of her dying of illness) are completely removed, they go to bosnia instead of africa, and the circumstances around jason leaving are also heavily altered to fit the new narrative. this adaptation does slot perfectly into the universe established by the under the red hood animated movie from 2011 though, without which one would be pretty confused when watching this. it’s kind of a mystery as to why they didn’t just package this with utrh and release the entire thing as a collectors edition. instead they package it with like 4 or 5 unrelated dc showcase shorts which makes absolutely 0 sense but go off i guess. anyway
i liked that they took the time to adapt the scene from the original ditf where bruce is talking to alfred about jason! (i do not like that alfred didn’t get any lines. bad choice). tbh i can’t understand why they bothered showing us alfred, barbara and dick if they weren’t gonna give them any lines..... like come on........??
HOW INTENSE BRUCE LOOKS WHEN HE FINDS JASON IN SARAJEVO and just. grabs him lol. hes smad :)
ok so one two skip a few and we get to the first branch. instead of calling 1-900 we now get to choose whether jason lives or dies. there are 7 possible endings i think i got em all so let’s see what we got here.
“Hush” Route - Robin cheats death
hgrgdggr. i definitely think this is one of the more interesting endings, if not the most interesting one. this is also the only ending in which both bruce and jason survive the bombing. bruce is still too late, but this time jason barely clings to life and survives. as a hurt/comfort fan i was 100% on this shit from the word go but then jason? runs away from home lmao lmao i thought that was SO funny because 1) hes super messed up, how is he able to just literally run out the house that is SO funny to me and 2) implying that bruce would ever not be keeping an eye on him after that is just, lmao. it’s so zany. i call this the “hush” route because of the bandages but there are no other references to hush so ok. that’s fair. so anyway jason is now angsty for loosely explained reasons but the most fun part is yet to come.
when talia showed up, i really thought / was terrified for a second that they were gonna bring up certain “events” regarding damian’s parentage / who damian’s father is but then she mentioned bruce and i was like OH THANK GOD WE CAN STILL GO TO HEAVEN. i am so so grateful to the writers for NOT going there. cuz it was damn close ok. im not sure what the implication of this route is in terms of talia, jason and damian being a family unit but i want to believe talia sees jason as a son and damian’s brother (which is how she refers to him, damian’s brother) and not... yknow. i mean. jason raising a baby is kind of like a baby raising a baby...
no actually the reality of this scene is really dfuckin interesting like. they actually go with the “birth of the demon” (forget if it was birth of the demon or bride of the demon. one of those.) explanation for damian and that is something i’ve NEVER seen adapted so whoever wrote this can have a cookie and i kNOW this is something a certain someone will appreciate :)
not only that but the implications? are interesting? so talia’s claim is she miscarried so bruce won’t have to “choose” between damian and jason and idk if she’s supposed to be all on the-up-and-up in this universe but. i’m sitting here like GIRL YOU DON’T GOTTA DO THIS HE HAS A PRIVATE JET HAVEN’T YOU HEARD OF SHARED CUSTODY and BETTER YET HE HAS A MANSION JUST GO ON MAURY AND GET THIS SORTED OUT RIGHT NOWwwww
i’m also LAUGHING at the implications of jason thinking theres anywhere on earth that he’s going to go and hide damian’s existence from bruce. because you already know he’s just going to be tearing the planet apart looking for jason so this is actually hilarious. imagine he finds jason in one piece and also a baby. his baby. he’d be like (@ talia) “OMG WHY WOULD YOU THINK I WOULDN’T WANT THEM BOTH u are tearing me apart talia......” BUT THEN HE WOULD BE SO FREAKING HAPPY BECAUSE HE HAS TWO ALIVE SONS AND HE THOUGHT THEY WERE BOTH DEAD / (lost to crime)!!!
please lord imagine all of jason’s angst probably just originating from the fact that he has a brain injury that hasn’t fully healed and the trauma of going through all those surgeries probably gave him a lot of fear / paranoia about bruce and associating him with the joker because his neural pathways are all messed up but after he leaves he starts slowly healing back and regaining some of his lost sanity and thats when he realizes he misses bruce so much... but hes also raising his child... and every day it gets more difficult for him not to just take damian and bring him home and i ;v;
anyway i thought this route, while it had a few inconsistencies in it, was really freaking interesting and it gave me feels and plot bunnies and is probably the one i want to write about the MOST despite the fact that baby damian looks like a character from one of those web flash games in this lol
“True” End - Jason Dies
now if you select that jason dies the route basically defaults to the canon of under the red hood and the fact that utrh does not come packaged with this movie is a rather mystifying choice to me as i don’t think this adaptation would stand on its own very well. like you need quite a bit of background to really get anything out of watching this on its own, which is probably why it’s classified as a “short” and not as its own movie.
instead of showing all of utrh, it seems they took the opportunity to give a ~30 minute recap of utrh with basically entirely reused animation but they allow bruce to sort of. give his dvd commentary over it.
the biggest feeling i have on this is that it’s sad that they had to waste 30 minutes like this that could’ve been used to do something new and much more interesting, but honestly i’m not mad. it seems kind of obvious that this choice was probably made for budget and/or runtime reasons because a short does not get the same budget set aside as a full length feature film does. so they basically took the option of recycling 30 minutes of animation from the movie and dubbing new audio over it.
in evangelion they ran out of budget and that’s why the last two episodes consist of nothing more than still pencil drawings and frames while the characters engage in philosophical debates concerning the nature of reality and human connection. and i really enjoyed that. and for the same reasons, i also really enjoyed this.
i enjoyed seeing the clark kent of this universe. i enjoyed that he was basically out on a date with bruce. i enjoyed that bruce was willing to open up for once and tell clark all of what happened with jason. but what really makes this segment shine bright are bruce greenwood’s line reads. there are SO MANY good line reads in here. and i LOVED how many times he said the word “son”. very wholesome. the way he describes how he felt during the final fight with jason? probs my favorite FUCKING part.
and then him and clark joking together about contingency plans and then they’re going to work together to find jason and i ;_; this is probably the closest thing to a “good” ending but as a continuation of utrh i thought it worked really well. i really want to believe that bruce and clark did find jason in this route and that there was some closure in the end even though we didn’t get to see it.
including clark in this was DEFINITELY the right move as well, considering that he played a rather large role in the original ditf so it’s a welcome nod.
The rest of the branches exist under a separate option where Bruce makes it in time to save Jason from the warehouse... but Bruce dies......... :O
let me tell you bout it... bruce’s fucking DEATH SCENE i don’t know WHAT my man bruce greenwood is on, but the freaking LINE READS in this dialogue had me making INHUMAN NOISES. LIKE NOT ONLY WAS THE DIALOGUE GOOD, NOT ONLY DID HE SAY “I LOVE YOU, SON”, but this man is just an amazing actor. not just voice actor, but actor. he really really really really gave it the most i don’t know how else to say it....... it was very very well done and punched me sideways in the heart and i haven’t recovered and i’m not going to recover. and
ok so once we get past that.... scene.... u have to choose whether you’re going to catch the joker or kill the joker. bruce asks jason to promise not to kill the joker but technically jason doesn’t promise so........
Let’s start by choosing to kill the Joker. Jason attends Bruce’s funeral and various members of the Justice League show up to talk with him and just generally hang out. He has Alfred, Dick and Barbara as his support system, but Jason has some other plans.
This leads to a scene in a cafe where Jason meets with a man who... something something Killing Joke, flashlight, more Barbara being used as a plot device when she deserves better, Jason kills the Joker with a butter knife.
Once you do this you can choose to surrender to the police, or retaliate and escape.
Jailbird Ending
basically if you surrender to the police jason ends up in prison where he can actually attack even more criminals so.... ya
If you retaliate and escape instead you go to the Red Robin route where Jason becomes a vigilante who kills people much like the Red Hood and you get a further choice in a fight with Two Face where you can control how Harvey’s coin lands. 
Tim Ending!
If you choose the coin to land clean face up, the thing rewards you by having Tim show up and I forgot what happened (wasn’t really paying attention lol) because i was so focused on TIM!
Prolly they felt sorry for him what with Jason stealing what is essentially his outfit (ok I know it was Jason’s first, but Tim made it cool) so they let a little baby tim have an appearance :) he’s very smol
I guess in this ending Jason gets reintegrated with the family somehow and Tim becomes “Bat-kid” which is hilarious to me but you know what it’s cute. CUTE.
The one ending where the coin lands scarred side up
i honestly forget what happens if you choose to have the coin land scarred side up but let me just say this is a FUCKED route to take, not only have you had jason survive and bruce die, you’ve now chosen to kill the joker against bruce’s dying wish, you’ve chosen to attack the police, and at the end of that you really are gonna choose harvey’s coin to be scarred face up???? choosing this made me feel like a DICK because here i am supporting jason’s whole fall to madness and villainy thing the way it wants me to and now he’s gonna die HERE? i hate it here.
interestingly enough he doesn’t actually die in this route. he ends up at home with barbara and dick while dealing with the fact that he killed the joker but the route ends with jason saying “i promise” so i guess this is supposed to be kinda sad. im so confused lol ok
So that is all the options if you choose to kill the joker, I believe. You can also make the choice to just catch him instead of killing him but amazingly enough, those routes are even more FUCKED up. 
If you do this option Jason goes home, mourns Bruce with Dick, Barbara and Alfred, and becomes Red Hood BUT with a twist, he’s entirely on a bloodless operation in line with Bruce’s wishes. OR.... IS HE?
Things then follow the events of UTRH until the scene on the bridge with the van and the guys. Jason finally confronts Joker, who reveals the truth. 
Apparently in this route Jason has actually been killing and decapitating his victims just like in the original movie, but he’s repressed it so as to not even realize to himself that he’s doing it.
that is FUCKED. also. i wanna cry because jason doing all of that stuff but not even realizing it ;------; jason blocking it out, because he wanted to honor bruce’s wishes for him not to kill anyone ;______; but he’s doing it anyway ;_____; he’s actually hearing voices telling him to kill ;____; like it’s a very cheap twist in a sense and also really quite cruel but.... damn, son.
There is a branch here where you can choose to spare or kill the Joker at this point (UNDERTALE???) but from what I can tell it seems to be totally meaningless what choice you pick because you end up at the exact same point either way, I think there’s a small variation in what happens after you make the choice but after that they just coalesce back together into the following two endings. Which seems incredibly cheap to me, I mean making a choice like that should alter Jason’s path completely but, it doesn’t! So... ooook....
Either way Jason ends up on the Wayne building and Talia shows up with a re-animated Bruce from the pit. Here’s another fun blast from the 2011 past with more gratuitous Grant Morrison dreck, remember that shit? Well, they’re gonna jam it down your throat here, too.
The reanimated Bruce is the Zur En Arrh Bruce and he’s already dead so this is all meaningless but basically Jason fights him and you get to choose whether everybody lives or dies.
Zur En Arrh - Everyone Lives!
if you pick this, jason actually gets the re-animated bruce back to the batcave and they lock him up down there because he’s still pit-mad and the prognosis is not great. but i’m not sure what they expected, he is the zur-en-arrh guy so I don’t think he’s getting better. 
Zur En Arrh - Everyone Dies!
pretty much there’s an explosion and all three of them die and that’s it
I think that should be all the possible endings there are.
By the way the different ways in which black mask dies in this was actually a fairly clever running gag lollll. let that mf burn we don’t need no water.
overall there are a couple of things i would have done to SIGNIFICANTLY improve this adaptation beyond some of the obvious ones.
- the fact that all of the branching options are branched exclusively under the “jason lives and bruce dies” branch is a huge wasted opportunity. imo this is the most egregious problem with this, i was really looking for a more balanced tree / explanation of different things. i am probably super biased though being a fic writer and used to fic, we’re the ones making huge ass trees every day lol.
- the fact that there is no “good” ending here is something i kind of expected but given the context of this is lackluster. i sort of get it though because granted, the original ditf ends in an unresolved manner but it’s distinctly unsatisfying here. i secretly wanted an ending where bruce, like, figures out about the different endings and hacks reality to try to find a good ending where jason lives and everything is fine lmao. like a bat mite ending.
- i was disappointed in a sense that the narrative given in here is so basically simplistic? maybe i’ve been spoiled by games like 999 and undertale where shit gets messy and that’s not what this is supposed to be but when i play something with multiple endings in this day and age, at least play with the concept a little bit and connect some of the branches together narratively. use different devices. i was also hoping some of the choices would be a little bit meatier like you could choose to “forgive bruce” or something cool like that lol. but it looks like the majority of choices have to do with who lives or dies. and i felt like they couldve been a bit more creative with that ya know? being able to control harvey’s coin was a GREAT example of having some more fun with this.
- it is a huge missed opportunity not to have a “secret ending” on something like this. like where. the fuck. is my secret ending for completing everything. come on. and in a similar vein there should’ve been at least something in terms of bruce and jason interacting in a “true ending”. even if very brief. the closest thing to an ending this has is the “jason died” route and then the ending where he’s talking to clark which i feel like was a REALLY nice good optimistic ending as far as this goes, but it comes off as kind of disappointing i guess
there were SO many interesting nuggets locked into this thing though. i can’t deny it bugs me how many wasted opportunities there were with how they chose to structure things but i guess it’s the best you can do with limited runtime. i thought it was really well done though, makes an interesting companion piece to the original utrh, and is definitely something that i will be re-watching again soon!! overall i give it a 7/10 and some parts an 8/10+!
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Variety show
Summary: You and Jeongin, by some happy (or not?) coincidence, ended up on the same variety show, but could you both keep your relationship a secret with prying questions?
Requested: yes
Pairing: Jeongin x Reader
Genre: angst, fluff, idol AU
Word count: 3.5k words
Warnings: written at 11pm, so probs sometimes weird sounding and im too tired to check
A/N: 1) don’t even ask me abt the group name idek what i was thinking. 2) DAmn sON i didn’t mean to make it this long. 3) fun fact: at first this was gonna be a comedic bulletpoint story, then i changed it to a feeble emotional roller coaster (i really do mean feeble af). 4) i hope you like it <33
MASTERLIST
“Please welcome our wonderful guests, Five Times Brighter!!!”, called the MC, followed by the cheers from the audience. One by one your group members and yourself filed out onto the small stage to greet the crowd. You were quickly ushered into a seat, where you could witness the sheer amount of people who had come to watch, obscured slightly by the blinding glare of the stage lights.
You felt your throat tighten. This better work out, you thought, feeling ill at ease by knowing there must have been at least ten cameras pointed at you and your comrades. What would we do if anyone found out? You shook your head violently with a pout. Stop it. Nothing’s gonna happen. You’re overreacting...
You were jolted out of your thoughts by the voice of the MC as he raised his voice again. “And now please welcome the rookie legends themselves! The great award winners, Stray Kids!!!” The room erupted into screams of fans as the nine handsome boys jogged out from backstage.
Your stomach did an uncomfortable somersault. Don’t make eye contact! If you do, someone will definitely notice!! Then you’re finished!!! You mentally slapped yourself and took a deep breath. You then realized that you’d placed your index and middle finger against your throat, an uncanny imitation of Felix taking his pulse as he became nervous. You’d somehow picked up the habit from the cute Aussie boy as you hung out with him at the same time as Jeongin. With a gulp, you slammed your hand back onto your lap and stared unemotionally at the boys as they sat on the other couch across from you from the MC’s center chair.
When everyone had sat down, the room went annoyingly quiet. You swallowed back anger as you waited for the MC to ask something and distract you. Finally:
“First, I’d like to ask both groups if they could tell us what inspired certain songs in their album”. Some applause followed as you forced your muscles to relax. “Should we ask FTB first?” The crowd cheered.
Your smile started becoming a little more genuine. Nothing bad, just a mindless answer to your average question. The ‘What inspired you to write X’ question was always a default for some reason. But at least it was eas-
“Y/n!” The blood drained from your face at your name. Oh... oh no... “A little birdie told me”, the MC said cheekily, “that you wrote one of the most successful songs on the album. ‘Winged love’, wasn’t it?”
You started to loath the MC, or whoever had decided that that specific question would be a good one. It’s true, you had written and composed the song, but your inspiration was exactly what you wanted to avoid, as your mind flashed to moment you got the idea for the lyrics.
~~~~~~~~~
“Try to pick your feet up a bit more here”, you said, poking Jeongin’s leg as he posed awkwardly in front of the practice room mirror. He groaned in retaliation, muscles trembling from exhaustion.
“I can’t do it”, he whined. “It’s useless. Just go on without me and practice on your own. You’ll do so much better without me dragging you down”.
You scoffed without any amusement. “Like Hell I will. I’m staying right here until you can get this. I said I’d help, so I’m helping”. He gave you a pitiful look, and you smiled softly. “Let’s take a break, then. I’ve got biscuits!”
“I don’t usually eat at this hour”, Jeongin said hesitantly.
“You don’t usually practice at this hour”, you answered matter-of-factually. You didn’t wait for an answer and dragged your boyfriend down to the floor, rolling to your side and grabbing a huge packet full of snacks and tearing it open mercilessly. You offered one to the boy in front of you, who conceded with a sigh. “Cheers!” You knocked your biscuit against his, making a couple of crumbs fall to the ground, and shoved the entire thing into your mouth. Jeongin stared at you until you made a face, cookie still lodged between your cheeks, making him burst into laughter. You fought not to spit your snack out as you sniggered with him.
“How do you do that”, he asked.
“Mmmfmm ru wha”, you said, still trying to down your food.
“Always find a way to make me feel so much better, no matter how battered I feel”, he said, mesmerized. You stared at him uselessly, so he continued. “When I’ve been at my worst, or when I’ve felt like giving up, you’ve been there to pick me up. You’re like my pair of wings”. You stayed quiet, scared to knock him out of his reverie. He smiled faintly. “At this point, I could jump off a mountain, trusting you to catch me if you said you would. And I always feel safe with you. No matter what scares me, I feel better when you’re next to me, as if you’ve become a hypothetical shield. And I want to be the same, I want to always be there for you, whenever you’re feeling down, I want to be the first person you think of going to”. He suddenly curled his fingers and squeezed his eyes shut. “That was so cringey I’m sorry”.
You giggled softly and wrapped your arms around him, resting your head on his shoulder. “It’s a little cliche, I admit. But it’s the best kind of cliche. Because I feel the same way”. You lifted your head kissed his cheek. “I’ll always be right here. And I’ll always trust you to be there too”.
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Your eyes came back into focus, as your mind started racing, scrounging for a decent story that could convince the public that it had nothing to do with the very boy who was sitting only five feet from you.
“Uh-uhhh”, your mind became completely blank. “My... One of my old friends”. You cleared your throat. “Whenever she was upset, I would want to do anything to make her feel better. And I did do some pretty stupid things”. You smiled sheepishly at the pitch black half of the room where the fans giggled in reaction to your stutter. Your confidence grew as you continued: “The lyrics represent what I wanted to be to her. I wanted her to feel as if she could trust me with anything at all. As if I could always pick her up if she felt low”. You finished and prayed that it was enough.
The MC nodded, thoughtful. “So she never said the things in the lyrics out loud?”
You shook your head. “She wasn’t the most extroverted person”, you answered. “But I hope that that’s how she felt”. At that, everyone seemed satisfied and applauded. You bobbed your head, looking back at your clenched fists in your lap. I’ve gotta be more careful. One slip-up and I’m in deep-
“How about our favorite maknae”, the MC laughed, turning to SKZ. Your pulse went sky-high again.
-shit.
Jeongin let his eyes go wide, and pointed at himself. “Na?” He asked in an innocent voice. Despite your nerves going crazy, you managed to chuckled along with everyone else at the cute act.
The MC wasn’t an exception, though he quickly regained his posture. “Yes, I believe it was you who wrote the song ‘Midnight Walk’, am I correct?”
The boy nodded with a bright smile. “That’s right! And the first ever song where I wrote one hundred percent of the lyrics!!” He glowed with pride, and a secret burst of happiness for him shot through you. You could still remember when he’d told you about his accomplished goal.
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You swung your hand, latched onto Jeongin’s, back and forth as you both strolled down an empty trail that ran along the Han River. “So?”, you prompted.
He looked back at you. “What?” He was playing innocent. Of course he was. You giggled and started swinging your connected hands even more, feeling blood rush through your slightly chilled fingers. Without speaking, you both started skipping forward, bumping each other and giggling like children. You loved that. That you could both move in sync without having to communicate. This continued until you pulled him to a stop.
“Okay, now actually tell me. What did you wanna say earlier. You looked as if you were about to explode with excitement”.
Jeongin grinned happily. “I...” he spoke excruciatingly slowly. “...have written.... my own song! And it’s gonna be on the next album!!!!!” At this, he picked you up and spun you around, until you felt too dizzy to stand on your own.
You laughed with him, and leaned on him. “Jeonginie, that’s amazing! I’m so proud of you”. You kept clinging onto him. “What’s it called?”
“I haven’t decided yet”, he confessed. He was quiet for a moment. “Do you think I could name it after a fun memory with you? Without being too obvious, that is”.
You nodded. “Yeah, I think you could get away with it”.
And so he grinned broadly. “Okay, then. How about I call it midnight walk, after tonight?”
“Why tonight of all things? We’re just walking”, you asked incredulously.
“Because the simplest memories with you are the best”, he answered, squealing a bit at the overly sweet phrase.
You laughed. “Alright then. Are you allowed to spoil a few lyrics for me?”
“Of course”, said Jeongin, hoisting you up so that he was half carrying you. “It’s my song after all”. His voice went up a notch with happiness. “A few lines feel a bit random, without context; but just remember that I thought of you while writing them”. You hugged his arm until you thought you might be cutting his circulation. As you both kept walking, you slowly regained your balance and he listed a few lines from his oeuvre. That was the best walk at 1:30am you’d ever had.
~~~~~~~~~
Jeongin was still beaming at the MC, who began fanning himself dramatically. “His smile is so blinding”, he called, and there came calls of agreement from the audience. “But you still haven’t answered”. The room went silent again. “What inspired you to write the lyrics of ‘Midnight Walk’?”
Jeongin gave another dazzling smile. “It was a lot of different things; it took months of me scribbling down random ideas to be able to form something logical”.
The MC nodded again. “Of course, the lyrics do vary a lot. But I think we’re more interested in the more romantic sounding ones in the song”. The crowd ooh-ed, as if confirming the statement.
Your boyfriend grinned once more. “Well, those specific lines are dedicated to someone very special in my life”.
NO! You had to bite your tongue to stop yourself from yelling aloud. He knew about the warnings, as well as you.
~~~~~~~~~
“Both Stray Kids and Five Times Brighter Will be on a variety show on the second weekend of the month”, stated one of your managers, standing next to JYP himself. Everyone nodded together as the schedule was recited in its entirety. It was all standard, except for the fact that the two groups had never been on a same show.
As the schedule came to its end, both groups dispersed to continue practice, but JYP called Jeongin and yourself aside. “I’d like to specify something”, he said in a tone that let you know that nothing good was coming. “When you’re both on that variety show in the middle of the month, I don’t even want you two to make eye contact. We don’t want anyone knowing about your relationship. I’m warning you now, keep it under wraps, and there won’t be any problems”.
You and Jeongin nodded, eyes round. As JYP finally walked away, you turned to your boyfriend. “Why the Hell does he want us to stay a secret?”, you failed terribly at keeping the anger out of your voice. “You’re allowed to be dating by now, so am I. No one needs to know that we started going out before my ban was up. So what’s his problem?”
Jeongin pulled you against him. “I don’t know, but let’s just do as he said. I don’t wanna think about what could happen if something goes wrong”. You eventually agreed, still grudging.
“It’s still unfair that we have to hide when we’re so happy”.
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The memory raged in your mind, nearly as loud as the screams of shock that wracked the studio at Jeongin’s words. Everyone stared at him with wide eyes, as he smiled calmly. Jeongin, what are you going??!!!!
“They’re dedicated to someone special in my life”. He had to raise his voice to make himself heard. “Whom I’ve not met yet”. There was a collective gasp at the strange turn in his statement. “One day, I want to be able to say those things to the love of my life, on a walk at one in the morning”.
Everyone aah-ed in understanding, and you let out a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding. You weren’t sure if you wanted to smack him or kiss him, but at least no one suspected anything anymore. And he’d very secretly hinted at the walk when he shared the lyrics with you, in the dead of night. Your heart swelled with warmth and love for the boy.
“Look at y/n, they’re blushing!”, yelled the MC. You were so shocked that you yelled out as everyone shouted teasingly. The MC started laughing. “Are you thinking of anyone in particular, y/n? Anyone you’d like to take a midnight walk with?” Electricity filled the air.
None of your damn business, you thought hotly. But of course it was. Your entire life was not yours to control, but the public’s. You made a face as if you’d swallowed a particularly sour lemon, which incidentally seemed to be a pretty good answer for the public.
“Apparently, y/n isn’t at all interested in a relationship”, chuckled the MC. He quickly continued with a bunch of other standard questions, and you imagined the different ways you could smack him and still get away with it. Maybe I should throw a bucket of water at him, then he wouldn’t be so obnoxiously happy, you thought, in your own world.
You werre making eye-contact with Jeongin, and realized with a start that you’d been staring at him this entire time. You checked that no one had remarked, but the cameras were strained on Changbin as he complained about being woken up too harshly by Woojin, to the amusement of most. You quickly stole another look at your boyfriend but, almost too subtle to notice, he shook his head, looking a bit panicky. You immediately understood and glanced elsewhere, trying to act interested in some tangled cables by a stage light.
When the questions had dragged on long enough to make your feet go numb, it was finally time for a game before the show came to an end. You stood up gratefully, hobbling a bit to get to stage right. You craned your neck to see what game you were meant to play against Stray Kids, and with a crashing wave of horror, you realized that Pocky Stick packets were sitting on the tiny stool near the stage wings. You saw from the corner of your eye that Jeongin was looking as displeased about the idea as you, even though everyone else seemed almost thrilled.
This is nuts, you kept repeating to yourself. Either I’ll have to play with one of SKZ, WHO KNOW JEONGIN AND I ARE DATING, or I play against Jeongin and people realize that we seem too comfortable. It’s a lose lose situation oh shit oh shit oh sh-
“How about the desert-fox-maknae and y/n, who seems so keen to avoid a little kiss!”, yelled the MC, who was tantalizingly close enough for you to punch. You faced Jeongin, who had become unusually pale, and you fought back your own panic as you were passed a Pocky Stick.
Your stomach churned as you both stared at each other, sweat beading at the hairline. Someone gave your shoulder a push --you didn’t know who, and you couldn’t force yourself to care-- and you bit into you end of the stick. Jeongin bit the other end and cheers rose in the crowd, deafening you and making your eyes water.
You weren’t sure how long you both kept staring at each other, but in the seconds --it could’ve been hours-- that Jeongin’s eyes bore into yours, something seemed to click in his mind, and he clenched his jaw with determination. You nibbled a bit of the Pocky Stick and noise in the room went up. Slowly the gap between your lips became smaller and smaller until you were close enough for you to hear his heartbeat, or maybe it was yours, pounding in your ears.
You squeezed your eyes shut, your senses completely abandoning you. We must be less than a centimeter apart! And then you felt a firm hand clasp your wrist. Before you could understand what was happening, Jeongin’s lips smacked against yours. But not by accident. This was with decision, the Pocky Stick forgotten. From habit, you kissed him back, your ears ringing. As you pulled away, you realized it had been him who had grabbed your wrist, and he’d put a the other hand on your waist to pull you closer. The ringing in your ears was from the screams that came from the audience.
Panic rose up in you again as what had happened sank in. We kissed... on live TV!! Your heart was in your throat. What’s going to happen to us? Jeongin said something that never made it to your ears, but looked something like ‘trust me’. He turned to everyone watching, now in a confused frenzy at what they’d witnessed. “Y/n and I are dating”, he stated simply, which was followed by an enormous uproar. He continued in a yell. “We weren’t meant to say anything, but I think it’s unfair that we have to keep our happiness a secret, just for the satisfaction of the public. So now you know!!!” His last words were drowned out by more screams of shock and confusion as you were both pulled off and away from stage.
You had become light-headed, everything becoming an incoherent blur as your receded into your own chaotic thoughts. What’s gonna happen what will JYP do to us will we be kicked out of the company oh god what if I become the reason for Jeongin leaving Stray Kids I couldn’t live with myself--
In your daze, you were pushed into a small waiting room. “Wait here”, said a gruff voice. I’m going to pass out! The world is tilting to the left! And now the right... Left.... Right.... You leaned against a wall and looked at Jeongin, who stared back at you, expressionless. After a few seconds, you started violently trembling.
“What are we going to do”, you breathed, more to yourself than to your boyfriend. “They’ll hate us, they’ll kick us out of the company! Why did you do that?” You had no anger in your voice as you stared at Jeongin, just helplessness. He walked over and wrapped his arms around you tightly but with a little tremor.
“I don’t know”, he confessed, and you sniffled slightly. “But I thought of what you’d said when we were told to stay quiet. We shouldn’t have to hide, especially because we’re so happy. I think if JYP wants to kick us out, let him”.
“No, no, Jeongin!” You let out a panicked sob. “What about the other boys? You can’t leave them, not just for me! What ever happens, you can’t leave Stray Kids!”
You both stood there, holding onto each other tightly, for a long time. After what felt like hours, you both sat down on the shiny floor of the tiny room, still not letting go of each other’s hands. You had calmed down now, and just sat quietly. Suddenly, Jeongin sat up and grabbed his phone. “What are you doing”, you asked, your voice slurred and muffled from exhaustion.
“The show was a live broadcast wasn’t it”, asked Jeongin. “And because it’s the evening, most of the world will have been awake. Which means...” He tapped the Twitter icon and the app came to life. He immediately went to the Trending page, and with a gasp, you saw #JeonginAndY/nDating on the second most popular tag.
“Oh my God”, you breathed. You didn’t think the effect would be so big. Before you could stop him, Jeongin tapped on the tag. You yelped and looked away, not wanting to see any of the awful comments people had made.
“Y/n...” Jeongin’s voice was laced with shock.
“I know, I know, you don’t have to tell me it’s bad”, you say in despair.
“It’s... Everyone’s congratulating us!” Your eyes snapped open, and you swung your head around to glare at the bright screen. Thousands upon thousands of tweets had the trending hashtag, with people voicing their wishes of happiness for you as a couple, in English, Korean, you saw Spanish and french and Japanese. Message after message flashed by as Jeongin scrolled downwards. He started laughing; softly at first, then loudly, like a child how had received a special gift for Christmas. “They’re happy for us! Y/n they’re happy for us!!” He hugged you tightly as you laughed with him, more out of relief and exhaustion than anything else.
After a few more minutes, spent with you both bent over the phone and reading all the happy tweets, one of the staff came in to let you know that JYP was on his way to talk. “He didn’t sound as angry as we expected though, if that makes you feel a little better”, he said sympathetically. You thanked him as he wished you both luck and closed the door. And you turned back to Jeongin.
“You know... I don’t want to jinx it but... maybe this wasn’t as bad as I thought”, you said apprehensively.
The boy hugged you tightly. “Well, no matter what happens, we’ll always be there for each other. Right?”
You smiled, thinking of ‘Midnight Walk’ and ‘Winged Love’. “Right”. You felt warm, think about the lyrics you’d both written, saying you’d never leave the love of your life.
Because it was true.
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im sorry idek what the ending is anymore but eh this was the third draft soooo...
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reedumbers · 4 years
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⌠ EVAN RODERICK, 23, CISMALE, HE/HIM ⌡ 
welcome to gallagher academy, REED SUMMERS! originally hailing from BOSTON, MA, they were exposed to too much during the protest, and the academy is now in charge of their safe care. when i see them walking around in the halls, i usually see a flash of ( heavy knit sweaters, eyes struggling to remain open behind glasses as he studies, closing himself off to any kind of deeper connection, using daddy’s credit card for unnecessary sh*t to try and make up for his loneliness  ). when it’s the (taurus)’s birthday on 4/21/1996, on the bad nights they request their PRIME RIB from the school’s chefs. looks like they’re safe in witness protection.
 ⌿ rachael, 22, she/her, est ⍀
@gallagherintro​
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hello hello hello it ya girl rach !!! back at it w my third charrie, reed dumb summers!! similar to esme, i wrote up most of his backstory while i was bored at work one day eheh. imma great employee. he’s still a wip so pls be patient w me as i try to figure him out!! originally, when i wanted to bring in a dude, i wanted them to be like a pure evil char. but....i’m so lame. i can’t do that i gotta have some kinda sob story / pure wholesome side to him. reed is just an angsty boi who has a lot of feelings and doesn’t know how to express them correctly (wow me @ me) enjoyyyyyyy and as always, msg me here or on discord ( moremusings#4063 ) if you’d like to plot xoxo
tw: death, alcoholism, car crash, drunk driving, mental illnesses (ptsd, anxiety, depression)
the basics
name: reed summers
age: 23 years old
gender: cismale (he/him)
languages: english & french
sexuality: closet bisexual
uni: senior at georgetown; studying law with a minor in history
taurus, born 4-21-1996 in boston, ma
family: mom - deceased dad - president of harvard university
about
the first thing u need to know about reed would prob be that his broodyness and lack of emotion regulation (#whaddupDBT) is due to his mother passing away when he was young
his mom died from a drunk driving car crash. and she was the one who had been drinking. this happened when he was 9, and he was in the backseat. reed blames himself bc it was around nine o’clock on a friday and, per his mother’s request, he had finished his homework early. (she had bribed him with ice cream) the accident happened on the way to dairy queen.
reed’s father tried to make up for her death by coddling his son and giving him everything he asked for and more
(think a lowkey version of chuck bass’ extravagant lifestyle)
his dad is president of harvard, as stated above, and wanted reed to go there, too, and make something of himself. he wanted reed to study medicine and become a doctor, but this was not the route that reed wanted to take
wanting space from his dad and boston - where his memories of his mom were (he has ptsd) - reed decided to go to georgetown. he picked law bc he thought it’d be nice to make a lot of money lol
he shut himself off after his mom died; it was easier to avoid feeling at all than to feel everything all at once. and when his emotions started to get the best of himself, reed took after his mother and tried to numb them with alcohol. in some way, he wanted to feel closer to her and understand why she liked drinking so much. sometimes he felt like she had loved alcohol more than him.
he has ptsd from the car crash and also gets panic attacks. any depressive episodes that he has stems from that, and they consist of reed feeling completely numb, which weirdly is a relief for him. it can get scary, though, when there are days or sometimes weeks that go by when he doesn’t smile or laugh. 
the amnesty protest incident
reed was talked into going by his friend emma, who promised to be his wingwoman at a party that weekend only if he came along
so he did. he watched from the sidelines, for the most part, which is why he wasn’t injured when the bombs went off. his friend died, and reed buried the grief from losing her down deep inside him, as he had done so expertly with his mother’s passing.
he didn’t quite know what to make of gallagher; he thought it was a weird school, but it was a change of scenery, and reed was always grateful for that when something major in his life happened.
some happy things / fun facts !!
reed is minoring in history bc (shhhh) he’d like to be a high school history teacher one day
he can be suuuuuper charming
he barely has to study; he’s just naturally smart and catches onto things fast.
he’s a pro ping-pong player lol
reed likes to cook; his favorite thing to make is homemade baked mac & cheese
he’s a rly good friend - super loyal
if he was a dog, he’d prob be a german shepherd
wanted connections !!
friends
ride or die // bad influence
good influence
rivals
fwb
slow burn romance
crushes (whether requited or not; can be him having a crush or your charrie)
flirtationship
hateship
georgetown buds
hook ups
frenemies
and moreeeee!
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mirohed · 5 years
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kim seunghun | love me, love me not
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pairing: kim seunghun + gender neutral reader
wc: 3.7k
genre: hanahaki au + angst 
synopsis: daffodils represent unrequited love. is that why you keep coughing them up?
warnings: implications of suggestive content, descriptions of illness (and mention of surgery), mention of alcohol
playlist: love me, love me not.
a/n: happy birthday to me!! im glad i finally got to finish and post this (its,,, been in my wips since at least february LMAO) !! they prob wont read this but i wanted to thank my irls for dealing w me and my kpop bullshit (esp bc none of them stan ygtb 😔)
It's getting worse.
Your knuckles turn white, gripping the porcelain of the toilet. Tears and blood alike fall into the bowl, disturbing the gentle peace of the water. You pound at your chest, the action causing you to hack up yellow daffodil petals stained suspicious red. It's a monotonous process at this point. Pound. Cough. Pound. Cough. Repeat until the damned coughing stops.
It takes ten minutes before you return to normal. Or at least as normal as you can get. You got lucky this time.
You watch the petals spiral downward into the gaping hole in the toilet and get flushed away.
Being with Seunghun wasn't always accompanied by a tightness in your chest and petals tickling your throat.
june 19, 2005; 2:52 PM.
"I wanna grow up," you had grumbled, your hands squeezed around the chains of the swingset. You and Seunghun had been riding your bikes for the first time since getting the training wheels off. You had sped down a hill ("First one down’s a rotten egg!") and lost control, falling off and scraping your knee on the pavement. He rushed you to your parents' house, supporting your weight with an arm around your waist. The two of you had settled for playing on the swingset in your backyard instead.
"Me too," he said. "I think." He'd been rocking forward and backward on the swing, eyes focused on the blades of grass underfoot.
"You think?"
"I don't know." You stayed silent, trying to gain as much height as possible with your uninjured leg. "I don't wanna grow up and stop being friends." That got you to stop right in your tracks, your leg planted on the ground.
"What?" You sent an incredulous look his way. "Why would we stop being friends?"
He had let go of the swing, his hands finding his lap. "Some of the older kids stopped being friends when they grew up," he mumbled. "I don't wanna stop being friends, but neither did they..."
You got off the swing, limping over to him and wrapping Seunghun in the biggest hug your six-year-old arms could muster.
"We're gonna be best friends forever. Don't forget that."
"Best friends forever." If he wrapped his arms tighter around you then, you didn’t pick up on it.
[09:54 PM] huniebee🐝: i had fun today :^))
[09:54 PM] huniebee🐝: i wanna adopt a puppy!!
[09:55 PM] huniebee🐝: will you promise to help me take care of it
You brighten as the messages come in, your phone's vibrations distracting you from the way your throat clogs.
[09:56 PM] you: ofc
[09:56 PM] you: well be the best puppy parents the worlds ever seen
[09:57 PM] huniebee🐝: wait i need to send the pics from the pet shelter
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You save each picture, cooing over the puppies you got to meet. This time, you only get a precious few minutes of relative clarity before things get too distracting to ignore. You return to the bathroom with a resigned sigh that devolves into a fit of coughs.
You cough and retch and cough some more. By the time you're done, there are less petals and more blood in the toilet bowl. Your chest still feels full of something you can't quite spit out.
Then you hack up something new: a bloody stem with wet flowers still attached.
There's nothing left to do but cry, your whole body wracked with pain both physical and emotional.
august 29, 2011; 3:15 PM.
"Today was fun," you said, making yourself right at home on Seunghun's bed. Your new backpack hadn't lasted more than a couple minutes in his house before getting neglected on his carpet. Your best friend hummed in acknowledgement, already sitting at his desk with his workbook out. "I'm glad we got to meet some new people," you continued, "but that Hyunsuk guy? Seems like a major pain in the ass."
"Give him a chance."
"I know, I know. I will. But still," you huffed, “it was his first day too. No need to act like a know-it-all."
"I know. But it's the first day. Maybe he'll even himself out with time."
The conversation ended there, and you spent some time staring at his ceiling fan, the blades going round and round in a big, beautiful blur. Before long, you had grown bored, looking over at him only to see his pencil flying across the paper.
"Hey. Let's go to the mall and get pretzels." Seunghun spun around to face you, a foot stopping his chair from going too far.
"Sure," he gave a placid smile. "Do your work first."
You groaned as loudly as you could, sounding much like a petulant child straight out of elementary school. (Which was more or less the truth, but you thought you were better than that.) After a few minutes of uninterrupted whining and failing to get Seunghun to break, you spoke up. "Why do I need to do my work? You're Mr. Hardworking, Mr. Teacher's Pet."
"We're in middle school now," he had said, and you remember thinking you were in for a long lecture, "and pretty soon, we're gonna have to go to high school and take entrance exams and decide which university we want to go to and..." He averted his gaze, put down his pen. "We need to start growing up."
"We're still young," you reasoned, sitting up and letting your legs dangle off the side of his bed. "If anything, this is our time to experience things and, you know, make mistakes before we become adults!"
He was silent for a few long, agonizing moments, long enough to make you think you'd won. The pretzels were within reach; all you had to do was ask for them.
"I call a compromise."
Shit. Compromises were common in your friendship. Seunghun was always a little too good at stopping you from making stupid decisions. The worst part was that you could never argue with them. "We go to the mall to get pretzels—my treat—if, and only if, you do your work. We don't go until we're both finished. Deal?"
You opened your mouth, determined to pick the proposal apart, but his reasoning was (unpleasant, yet) bulletproof. Instead, you reached for your backpack with a heavy sigh. "First of all, fuck you. Second of all," you said, tugging your own workbook out, "you're impossible."
"I know. Do your work."
"Fine."
The math problems had been difficult, definitely harder than you were used to, but doable. If anything, the greasy mall pretzels that were way too salty to be healthy made it all worth it.
Seunghun gets understandably very worried when you text him from the hospital, but he comes to see you nonetheless. In his arms is a bouquet of daffodils.
"They symbolize friendship," he says, setting it down on the table next to you. You stare at the pristine yellow petals and flatten your lips in a tight smile. How ironic, you think, that he doesn't know they also symbolize unrequited love.
"The doctors wouldn't tell me why you're here. Classified information, they said." That much is true; nor much is known about the disease outside of shitty romance movies with unrealistically happy endings. Seunghun always believed in them. You never did.
You don't think your story's gonna have a happy ending.
You didn't want him to know anyway, lest he worry. (And you don't want to think about what would happen to your friendship if he found out he was the cause of it all.) "You don't have to tell me," he begins, sitting himself down on one of those rigid hospital chairs, "I just wanna know if it's bad. Like, well...you know.” He lowers his voice to a whisper. “Terminal."
"Like if I'm gonna die?"
"Yeah," he rubs the nape of his neck, a bit abashed, "more or less."
"I don't know. Sure hope not," you chuckle. That brings on a coughing fit, and Seunghun looks on, brows knit together. He moves close to offer what little comfort he can, but you hold your hand up to stop him; having him near will only make things worse.
Petals threaten to spill out of your mouth, and panic bubbles in your chest when he asks if you're okay. Your doctor, bless her, chooses that moment to enter. She shooes him out "to speak to you in private." Seunghun, to his credit, obliges and flashes you a smile and a thumbs-up as he goes. You try to mirror his expression (and hope your smile isn't more of a grimace).
The door closes behind him with a soft click. "Friend of yours?" the doctor asks.
You spit the blood-stained petals into your hand, your doctor graciously looking the other way as you toss them into the trash. "You could say that."
october 4, 2013; 5:11 PM.
You tugged at your clothing, feeling more than a little uncomfortable as you waited for your best friend to show up. The DJ, a former student, was already hard at work inside the gym. You heard the bass-boosted beginning of the Cupid Shuffle and shot a frantic text to Seunghun.
[05:11 PM] you: holy shit theyre playing the cupid shuffle can you PLEASE hurry up
[05:12 PM] you: idc if this is our first homecoming you better get your ass over here
[05:12 PM] huniebee🐝: give me like two minutes!!
[05:12 PM] you: THE SONGS GONNA BE OVER IN 2 MIN
"Are you waiting for Seunghun?" Hyunsuk had asked, tie already loosened. You two had gotten close—not as close as you and Seunghun, of course—this year as a result of having classes together. You wondered why you ever hated him.
"Yeah. He won't be too late, thank God, but I'm pissed we're missing the Cupid Shuffle. What about you? I remember you bragging all week about 'flexing your dance skills in front of the ladies.' Or are you all talk, as usual?"
"You know, it's almost like you don't want me to wait with you."
You had laughed, knocking your shoulder into his. The chatter kept up for a minute or two before he made his leave. ("Well, it's time for me to flex my dance muscles in front of the seniors," he chuckled, giving you a salute as he walked off.)
"I'm here! God, I can't believe I missed the Cupid Shuffle," Seunghun said, head hung low. You began to feel a little self-conscious; you were feeling out of place in your semi-formal outfit, yet he looked right at home in his dress shirt.
Chasing those thoughts away, you grinned. "You're here now, aren't you? Come on." You took his hand and dragged him into the gym.
You don't talk to Seunghun or to Hyunsuk after that. You're not sure if you should tell Hyunsuk about the whole situation when he texts you. Seunghun must have told him something was up, of course, and he's insightful enough, sensitive enough (when he wants to be), but you worry. You're afraid he'll open his big mouth. Instead, you send a few messages to your best friend.
[04:29 AM] you: hey
[04:29 AM] you: i just wanted to say in advance that im sorry
[04:29 AM] you: im so so sorry for everything ive done and for what im about to do
There's one last message in the text box, daring you to send it. "I'm sorry I love you," you whisper instead, deleting the message before you do something you’ll regret. To seal the deal, you tap through a few menus until you reach his contact. The picture you've assigned to him is one you took; he's about to take a big bite of cotton candy bigger than his head.
With a heavy heart (though you hope it’s just the weight of the daffodils in your chest), you block his contact. It's better this way. It has to be.
Your doctor said you could get rid of the thick, thorned vines with a vicegrip around your heart and lungs, could pluck the flowers that threaten to spill out at the mere thought of your best friend.
The biggest side effect of it all, she told you, was that you'd forget all about Kim Seunghun. So you steel yourself.
The last thing you think about before they insert the thin needle of anesthesia in your veins is Seunghun's smile, and how you'll never see it in person again.
And how even if you did, you wouldn't remember it as the grin from the boy you love.
october 4, 2013; 9:16 PM.
The frenetic strobe lighting in the gym slowed to a stop, having been replaced with a spotlight making lazy rounds through the gym.
You knew that marked the beginning of a slow song, and dragged Seunghun off the floor in search of some punch. He seemed to have different plans, tugging you back on the floor and pulling you flush against him.
"Where are you going?" he had asked. "You're the one who wanted to dance the night away." His hands found your waist, yours instinctively folding behind his neck. You had wanted to say something about how that claim was void now; he was the one that made you miss the Cupid Shuffle, but the words get extinguished when you look at him.
It was just like that time you practiced in fifth grade, but you swore there was something different about tonight and the way you swayed. You thought back to your practice session in fifth grade, how you had stepped on each other's feet, how you spent the whole time laughing. (For the record, it wasn't for any lack of balance; you started it, laughing as he cried out before he stomped on your toe.)
There was no laughing during the song. Everything was vibrant and deafening and there all at once. But at the same time, it was like everything had been stripped away. Everything but you and Seunghun.
Things changed after that. You were left with a dizzying, free-fall sort of feeling that picked up with each glance at your best friend. Almost every butterfly in the world was taking current residency in your stomach, making you feel light as your body moved to the music. Before long, there was something lodged at the back of your throat, nudging its way forward.
"I'm gonna go to the bathroom real quick," you said, a particularly heavy cough bringing the mysterious lump to your mouth.
Running your tongue along the smooth texture of the lump (okay, so not phlegm), you spat the offending object into the sink: a single yellow petal, coated in saliva.
You blinked.
Blinked again.
"Oh, what the fuck," you muttered, unlocking your phone. One quick Google search later—why the fuck am i coughing up flowers—you found an answer.
Flora mortem. You were loath to believe WebMD, of all things, but you found yourself tapping the link regardless. There was another term for the rare disease: Hanahaki.
Revising your search query was a mistake. The first result was the "hanahaki" tag on Tumblr, which showed nothing but models with tears in their eyes and bloodied flowers in their mouths. Yikes.
You made your way back to the party after that, but lingering in the back of your mind was the cause of the disease: a severe case of unrequited love.
There is only one definite cure for Hanahaki Disease: having the object of the afflicted's affections return their feelings.
You almost manage to purge the petal and the stupid WebMD page from your mind for the rest of the night.
Almost.
You wake up hours later. It's a little disorienting, sure, to come to with little memory of what landed you in the hospital. You peek under the oversized hospital gown to see bandages over your chest, get tempted to rip the IV drip from your arm. The doctor comes in right before you make a move on the needle. She tells you all about how the flowers in your lungs are gone for good.
"You're saved. But the final test," she says, pulling a phone from her pocket, "is this. Do you recognize the people in this picture?"
You recognize yourself next to a boy you don't know. His hand's around your waist, pulling you close. You wear matching grins. Given the way you're both dressed, you suspect the picture's from your freshman year's homecoming dance. Weird. Memory's kinda fuzzy from that night.
"Yeah. Myself. I don't know the other guy. Am I supposed to?"
"No. You're not. Congratulations," she smiles, placing a hand on your shoulder. "You're cured."
You look through all the old messages and pictures when you have some time to yourself. You reach out for the memory, the feeling of knowing Kim Seunghun. You get nothing, and while your brain knows something's wrong, you're more concerned about being able to breathe easy.
You move to a new city, far, far away from the place you grew up in. You finish your last year of high school, get a job, start college. You make new memories with new people. You forget all about Kim Seunghun.
It gets easy to forget that you weren't born with the ugly faded red scars that run up and down your chest. It's your only remaining tie to the man you loved so much you almost let yourself wither away. You think it's a good thing you cut him off; why stick around, why force yourself to suffer, for someone who doesn't love you back? Why be with someone if it physically hurts to stay by their side?
But sometimes you wonder. What happened? What happened to him after his best friend walked out of his life for good with no explanation?
Those days are never good. You distract yourself then, often with the familiar kick of alcohol burning in the back of your throat. You've never been much of a drinker, but you figure it's never too late to start.
Sometimes, the distraction comes from being in the arms of another.
(One of your favorite distractions, a young man named Byounggon, had run his fingers along the angry lines one night, jotting them down in his map of your body.
"Do you regret it?" he asked then, eyes half-lidded with drowsiness. You cupped his cheek, ran a thumb along the planes of his face.
"I wouldn't be here if I regretted it, now would I?" He let the corners of his mouth turn up just so, pressing his lips to yours.
You don't talk to him much nowadays, your interactions reduced to likes on Instagram, views on Snapchat. He's moved to a bigger city. "More opportunities," he said. You keep up with his dream of being a musician, always. There was a time when you were his number one supporter, after all.)
"Will that be all?" the cashier asks, jotting your order on the plastic cup. When you nod, he asks for your name. He jots that down too.
But then his eyes widen and he looks at you with renewed interest. "I'm sorry?"
"Is there a problem?" you asks, peering at your name (spelled correctly) on the cup. His eyes search for an answer within yours, some sort of explanation you can't seem to give. He averts his gaze, shakes his head, places your cup in the queue of orders.
"I'm sorry," he says. "Just thought you were someone I knew. Have a nice day." You parrot the phrase, catching a glimpse of the young man's name tag.
Seunghun, it reads in cheerful yellow. There's a doodle of a puppy in the top right corner. You think it's rather cute.
Two weeks later, you meet Seunghun again. This time, you're out for a morning jog. The crisp autumn air greets you as your feet meet the pavement and let out a satisfactory crunch under the burnt orange leaves on the sidewalk.
You both get stopped at the crosswalk, waiting for the light to change. While you catch your breath, you don't miss the way he flinches, as though he didn't expect you to show up. He schools his expression into something friendly within no time, and you wonder if you imagined the whole thing.
"The weather's nice, isn't it?"
"It is," you pant. "On your way to work?" He raises a hand to tug at the strap of his backpack with a small smile.
"Yeah. You should come by, give us business," he grins. "On mornings like this, I recommend the hazelnut latte." You hum in agreement, not yet recovered enough to converse. "Tell you what, you come and get one when I'm working, I'll make sure it's on the house."
"Really? Maybe I'll swing by." The light changes, and you leave Seunghun behind, waving goodbye as you do.
You come in later that day, ordering a hazelnut latte as promised. Seunghun's manning the register, same as two weeks ago, and when he takes everything down, he smiles. You miss it as you pay, but there's something extra on your cup.
As you take a sip of the (delicious; his coworker Yedam must be some sort of brewing prodigy) latte, you catch a glimpse of the extra writing.
Along the side of the cup is his phone number.
[10:58 PM] seunghun!: more than anything i want to adopt a puppy
[10:59 PM] seunghun!: or rather another one
[10:59 PM] seunghun!: i named this one after an old friend
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The picture of Seunghun and his dog brings a smile to your face. You've been spending more time with him recently, whether it be going on coffee runs ("Are you sure you're not just using me for my employee discount?") or complaining about life as a broke college student ("My card got declined trying to buy a bag of chips last night...").
It's nice. Spending time with him is...nice.
It's more than a simple distraction, somebody to hold close on nights your decisions try to haunt you. It’s friendship, something to hold onto when you lose your way in the dense forest of your mind and to cherish when you manage to make it to a clearing and bask in the sunshine.
You've caught a cold recently (probably from that bastard Seo Changbin in your communications class). Seunghun's given you some homemade tea, swearing on its usefulness. It certainly tastes good, the sweet honey chased by tangy lemon. Unfortunately, the tea isn't able to stop the persistent cough you've been plagued with.
Feeling phlegm start to come up, you turn the bathroom lights on, hacking it up and spitting into the sink.
Huh. That's weird.
There's no phlegm.
The only thing in the sink is a single golden petal, coated in saliva.
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ancanosaur · 5 years
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Subscorp shorts: a Cryomancer with the flu and his caring ninja boyfriend.
I woke up this morning thinking about this bc i think about these dumb old men that love eachother a lot. So dont mind me. It's really gay just puttin that out there. I also haven't written an actual fic in like,,,awhile so thia will prob be rough.
Based off a headcanon i have about a type of flu that only effects those with Cryomancer blood. Basically it makes their body heat go up and they cant cool themselves off and they can only start to get better if they cool down.
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A flash of orange flames light up the snow around Hanzo as he looks up to the grey shape of the Lin Kuei. A spring of joy and cheeky excitment fluttered in his chest like caged butterflies, something you wouldnt be able to tell from his outside demeanor as he made his way up the aged stone steps. Hanzo felt like a teenager coming to see his love after being forced apart for sometime, though it has only been a week since he last saw his lover.
It was almost nostalgic in a way, reminding him of the days he would return home from battle. Something that was a life time ago now. "Open up!" One the guards called out as Hanzo aproached the heavy metal gate, watching it slowly arise. The two guards that stood at the entrance placed their fists to their chests and gave him a short yet respectful bow. "Welcome master Hasashi." The one on the left spoke. Hanzo returned the bow as the other spoke. "Grandmaster is in his study at the moment." Hanzo nodded and thanked the guards and the gate keeper as he entered the temple's court yard.
Hanzo began question why Kuai would retire to his study so early. Usually he was overseeing the younger Students training around this time. "Left kick!" He heard a female voice shout followed by the many shouts of adolescent voices. Hanzo looked over to see the snowy haired Frost leading the training of a group of 12 to maybe 14 year olds.
'Perhaps his paperwork needed his full attention at this time.' He thought to himself as he and Frost made breif eye contact and suddle nods. Frost still did not favor the leader of the ninja clan, but her attitude has been adjusted after many long talks with Kuai. She was just naturally hot headed and quick to make judgments, ironic for someone who's Cryomantic blood ran thicker that Kuai's himself.
Hanzo made his way through the large temple, being greeted by many Lin Kuei of various ages and status among the clan until he was at Kuai's door, giving a gentle knock. "Enter." He heard his voice say, though he sounded off...
Hanzo opened the sliding door with ease and met Kuai's bright blue gaze, only his eyes were stained with the signs of sleepless nights and aching pains. "Your timing is something you should work on, Hanzo." The Cryomancer said weakly as he sat back in his chair.
His cheeks were a bit flushed and sweat dotted his brow. "Kuai?" Hanzo questioned as he closed the door behind him. His deep brown eyes were orbs of worry and questions began to flood the mind just behind them.
"I believe i have...cuaght something." The younger man said, making an attempt to wipe the brow from his forehead with a cloth. "You are sick?" Hanzo made his way over to the gandmaster, standing next to his chair where he was placed at his desk. The older placed his hand to the other's cheek. He was warm, even by Hanzo's standards he was warm. "Mercy, Kuai you are burning up." His brows frowned with worry as he moved his hand up to his forehead to his other, scarred cheek. "It has been sometime since i have fallen ill." He let out a gentle chuckle. "I believe i was still a boy, the last i came down with something."
"Kuai, you need to rest. Using your energy will only keep you sicker longer." Hanzo pulled his chair from his desk, coaxing him to stand up so he may help him into bed. "There is no way i am talking you out of caring for me, is there?" Kuai looked up at hanzo, giving him that smirk he loves so much. "I am not above knocking you over the head, Kuai Liang." Hanzo said as he took his hands, helping the taller man to his feet. Even his hands were warm and his knees were weak as he stood. "But yes, i do plan to care for you." He gave his nose a small kiss, knowing his cant catch whater it is that Kuai has.
Hanzo helped Kuai undress once they made it into his quarters, helping him into some thin sleeping pants. "Your balance is off." Hanzo noted out loud as he help his love into bed, not pulling the covers over him knowing he would just kick them off. "No need to critique me, dear." Kuai gave a half smile as he rested his head on his pillow. Hanzo couldnt help but smile back and shake his head. "I am saying you most likely have caught the flu." The older ninja kissed his forehead. "Would you like me to stay?" Hanzo asked in a soft tone. "Please. Seven days without seeing you is too long..." Kuai was halfway dozing off now. So there was no point in Hanzo laying down the fact that they've gone weeka on end without seeing each other. He was greatly flattered though.
Hanzo awoke in the middle of the night at the sound of huffing and tired sighs. He sat up to look to the other side of the bed, finding it emty, opening the flood gates of worry. But it wasnt long until he found Kuai just beside the bed, laying on the brick pattern floor, sweat dripping down from his face down to his chest as he let out deep huffing sighs.
"Kuai?" Hanzo crawled out of bed and onto the floor with him. "Kuai? What is it? What's wrong?" A flame of panic began to light in the older man's chest at the sight of his love spread out on the floor, dripping in sweat. "The floor is cold..." kuai said, eyes still closed, voice rough. Alright, now Hanzo was worried and this couldnt be just a simple case of the flu.
"Kuai," Hanzo stroked his short hair. "I think we should bring the healers in." Hanzo said softly. "No,...just ice." Hanzo thought he misheard him for a moment. "Tell what you need Kuai, anything." Hanzo whispered. "Ice... I need the cold." Kuai finally spoke up.
An idea clicked in Hanzo's head, if it will work or not has yet to be seen, but he'd be damned if he wasnt going to try. "Come now, let us get you outside."
Hanzo helped Kuai to the silding door that lead to the guardens of the temple, both of the only in their sleeping pants as they made their way out under the shine of the moon and the beautiful stars that scattered the sky. Thier leaving tracks in the snow covered gaurden as Hanzo knealed down, gently laying Kuai down in the thick layer of snow, a sigh a relief escaped Kuai's lips as he sank into the ice with that familiar sound of snow packing together.
Hanzo couldnt but enjoy the smile that spread across Kuai's face as he curled his strong arms up, collecting and hugging the snow like a soft feathery pillow under his head. The Shirai Ryu sat on his knees with his boyfriend, collecting the snow and sprinkling it over Kuai's chest and abs, hearing him let out another sigh of relief. "Better?" Hanzo asked, the smile on his lips unable to break at the sight of the grandmaster snuggling up in the freshly fallen snow. "Much better." He hummed, the sweat on his brow slowly fading. "There is a reason it is called a blanket of snow." The Lin Kuei muttered as Hanzo piled more hand fulls of the icey substance onto him, choosing to halfway ignore him.
"You worried me there for a moment." Kuai opened his blue hues to look at Hanzo, pulling him to lay with him in the snow. "I hope you can forgive him." He smiled at him, his voice still hoarse with sickness. Hanzo was going to protest laying with him, but soon gave in to the thought. "You may make it up to me." Hanzo raised a dark brow at the snow covered Cryomamcer, his long jet black hair now dotted with snow flakes as he lie with him. It made Kuai smile as he placed a now chilled hand to Hanzo's warm face. "May i?" Hanzo let out a scoff as he avoided his gave only for a moment, always charmed by Kuai's manners. "Always." He answered and soon their lips met as they both lay in the glittery snow.
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“u-uh- hello there m-miss- uh- please do pardon for the late response to this ask we’re uh- currently having prob-” he yelps as he ducks, seeing a few glass shards flying around “o-oh d-dear golly......”MEANWHILEthroughout the remainer of the fight, both of the demons were fighting nonstop, damaging eachother rapidly, despite having half it’s skull cracked the ‘fusion’ was handling the much more taller and powerful demon, prowler snarls as he tail smacks the ‘fusion’ away, glaring as he roars a bit, running up, roaring, before yowling as he was bashed on the head with the three tails, stumbling as inky blood oozes off of him, turning around with a glare, before snarling and bitch-smacking it, watching the ‘fusion’ crashing through a couple of trees, he didint care if everyone in the town was starting to wake up in alarm to this, he needed to release his rage, glaring as he roars, the silts glowing as he rushes forward, roaring as he clamps his jaws around the monster, shaking him around like a ragdoll, before slamming it down, growling with a hiss as he roars at the ‘fusion’’s face, as the creature snarled, and jabbed it’s claws through prowler, as the unholy demon roars out in pain.red plague like markings engulfed and spiked out of him, roaring even more when he was smacked by the other hand, more red plague markings erupting, before it speared him, snarling as inky blood sprouts out of his entire body, before being blasted by the creature’s ray, crashing and falling to the ground, twitching with a hiss, the creature watching with a scoff and a grin “YOUR ILLNESS IS MAKING YOU WEAKER PARTNER~ MAYBE YOU SHOULD THINK ABOUT LETTING ME HELP YOU AGAIN! INSTEAD OF USING ALL YOUR RAGE AND ENERGY ON ME!~” the ‘spirit’ said, the tails swaying slightly with a little smirk as prowler twitched, laying there with a groan, glaring weakly as the creature huffs softly, before turning around to limp off “SINCE YOUR IN NO STATE TO KEEP ON FIGHTING I’LL JUST LET YOU STAY THERE AND DIE~” it said, the plague markings burning prowler as the unholy demon snarled, and glared, forcing himself to get up, as his spines flashed slowly, glowing from the tip of the tail, all the way to the top of his head, snarling as blood dripped from his eyes, releasing a loud roar towards faded as the spirit turns around, and it’s sockets widen as prowler unleashes his unholy ray at full force
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the creature snarls as it was blasted upon impace, before being blasted a few more times, despite even trying to take more parts of prowler away to heal itself, the unholy demon kept on firing and firing, roaring loudly in rage as faded was started to lose control upon this form, as with one final blast the beam pierces through faded
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the creature emits the most loudest roar ever as it cried out in pain and agony, blood sprouting out of it’s mouth and body as it cracks, before being blasted away towards a row of trees, crashing into a small mountain as it explodes upon impact, crashing onto the ground as it laid there, twitching and burning rapidly, trying to keep itself stable as it groans in pain, trying to get up, before roaring out as it felt a wounded as hell and pissed off prowler clamping it’s jaws around it’s shoulder, and dragging it backwards, before prying the jaws open, as faded’s sockets widen, screeching a bit as it claws rapidly, trying to break free “NO! NO! STOP! STOP PLEASE! I-” he was cut off as prowler unleashes one more ray, right into the creature’s mouth, as it roars out loudly in pain, as another explosion ran out, covering the two in the blast radius as a large burst of energy was released.
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praphit · 5 years
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GLASS FOR YOUR ASS!
Glass for your ass!
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I know, people. That was unnecessary and childish, and I'm almost halfway sorry, but it IS fun to say.
Say it with me GLASS FOR YOUR ASS! One more time, let's shout it together - GLASS FOR YOUR ASS! Yes!
I'm thinking of starting a business with that name. Idk what would actually be sold, cuz... I can't imagine that anyone would want glass literally sticking in their butt. Though... who knows what the young people are into today?? Maybe I'll sell custom glass chairs instead. Can you imagine that commercial?? "Come on down to John Praphit's Glass For Your Ass today for a free fitting." 
But, no, people! This post is not about my new biz venture, but a new M. Night movie! "Glass"
He has taken some of his old twists, and brought them together in this new movie!
Twist number one: Bruce Willis - An old geezer
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Come on, young ladies - follow the creepy old dude in the poncho.
The twist here is that this particular geezer is super strong. He also has the power to touch people to find out their motives (good for catching bad guys). I guess another twist would be the fact that he has been walking through the city groping people for decades and no one has reported him. He is "metoo" proof!
M. Night has a chance here for a cop show idea. He could sell this idea to Fox or someone (seems like they'd do this): A cop who always gets his man or woman, BUT he has to grope several people to do so. He doesn't enjoy it, he's simply utilizing his God-given talent. The show could be called "The Groper" or maybe not... maybe "The Geez". Yeah, that's better, I think.
 The next resurrected twist on M. Night's list is Mr. Glass!
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He's lookin good isn't he? It's crucial to look sharp when you're also crazy and evil.
Sam L has the power of super intelligence, and cool hair.
The twist, unfortunately, is that he is also super-breakable. He could pass gas and break a rib. They should have put that in the movie. Sam L giving a speech, then *fart* "Aaaaah! Shit! My rib! Anyway, back to my master plan."
It's just another day. The last resurrected twist is James McAvoy - aka The Horde
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We can just call him "Mental Illness Man". He has D.I.D (multiple personalities)
Allow me to step on my soapbox for just one moment: I've said this before, and will continue to say it - Can someone please create a character who happens to have a mental illness, but is not defined by that illness or driven to evil by it?! PLEASE!
Ex. Let's say Dr. Susie has an extreme case of OCD. One could write her as having this illness leads her to become a serial killer. If you're messy, you've gotta go! OR - one could write her as managing her OCD, and giving others with OCD hope... now you could still have her kill people if you want, but not because of OCD. See what I mean??
Anyway... By these three twist combined, we have "Glass"!
Sarah Paulson is also in this movie.
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She looks like a poltergeist in this pic. Maybe she is... ANOTHER TWIST!
I love her, btw. She is good in everything. She plays a doctor who is trying to treat these three; believing that they are suffering from delusions.
The movie does a good job of selling that all of this might be bullshit. The characters are doubting themselves. Their families are doubting them. Even I was doubting them. I started to get mad. When did "Unbreakable" (Bruce Willis' movie) come out? 2000?
If all of this is leading up to lies, that would mean that M. Night has been lying to us for almost 2 decades. That's worthy of an ass whupin if you ask me. There's another twist for you. Me tracking down M.Night to slap him around for his lies.
But, this is pretty much the movie. It's a Blumhouse production, meaning that not a whole lot of money went into this flick. Most of the scenes are shot in the clinic that those three end up in. This is a story of doubt, possible lies, Mr. Glass plotting something, and an eventual twist that you know is coming. This is all fine if this is the movie that you believe you were sold.
From watching the trailer, I thought we'd get a flick with Mr. Glass breaking them out of a very temporary sitch in the clinic, him convincing The Horde to join him, and Bruce Willis fighting for justice! - maybe even get a good love scene with Sarah Paulson.
Oh, I wish that they had promised Bruce that love scene, cuz maybe he would have tried in this movie. He's pretty much sleep-walking through this film. This is the face he's making throughout the whole picture
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- the face of exhaustion and contractual obligation.
The movie comes down to Mr. Glass scheming (which is actually cool), breaks for James McAvoy to be his schtick (and it does feel gimmicky. Less like a man with an illness and more like a one man show), and plot twists that don't make much sense. There is a message of believing in yourself depsite how the world tries to suppress you. I think this message is cool, and is planted well through the film. The prob is that nothing else is planted well through this movie. Yet, I still reccomend it... I couldn't tell you why... maybe that's another twist.
It does a good job of creating anticipation, it just doesn't deliver. Like a first date that's driven by anticipation and excitement. You keep thinking it's going to be something that it never turns into - anticipation, excitement, anticipation, excitement... and then you go home confused. BUT, you don't exactly regret going on the date... i guess... idk... that damned M.Night has got me so twisted around that I'm not making any sense.
Regardless, I give this movie an entertaining D+
I still have some things to get off my chest (that'll also explain the low grade), but I can't do this without spoiling anything, so here's your chance to get away.
Surrriously
Surrrrriously
Ok (you've been warned):
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1) Bruce Willis gets caught, but how?
His son is working with him (same actor who played his son all of those years ago btw). His son is his eyes. Where were those eyes when it counted? If I were Bruce, I'd ground the son. Idc how old he is now. In your 20's or even your 30's, STILL GROUNDED! - until daddy gets out of prison. And even then, there'd be a spanking.
2) Why aren't the mass murderers (Mr. Glass and The Horde) better secured?!
And that whole flashing light in the face of The Horde whenever he jumps into a dangerous personality, to change him into a less menacing one? Really?? Assuming I go with that, why couldn't he have simply closed his eyes?
3) The dumbass girl, who was The Horde's victim, whom he took hostage and was going to kill in his movie "Split" - she visits The Horde in lockup - TWICE! Towards the end of the film she puts her life at risk even more for him... WHY?!?!
4) Never trust Sarah Paulson! In most of her roles in movies or shows, she's never what she seems. This wasn't a bad thing, I'm simply voicing my mistrust.
5) The question is asked "If we DO have these powers? and it's not all delusions -  Why aren't there more of us?"
Yeah... WHY?! Good question! M. Night twisted himself on that one!
6) Lastly, his master plan to show the world video evidence of these feats done:
In 2019, would we even care for that long? Not much of a master plan.
Man, Jesus could return, with us having video evidence, and He could rapture tons of people. In two weeks we'd forget all about it.
Person A: "Hey, remember when Bob was raptured two weeks ago?"
Person B: "Who? Oh yeah, Bob. Right."
Person A: "It's crazy about Satan running around melting people's faces off isn't?"
Person B: "Is he still doing that? It hasn't been trending. Have you seen this cat video?"
We are the worst!
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kaimiiru-creations · 6 years
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Title: Bird Yellow ch3
Ch1: https://kaimiiru-creations.tumblr.com/post/174267595648/title-bird-yellow-ch1-ch2-in-progress-premise
Ch2: https://kaimiiru-creations.tumblr.com/post/174344527703/title-bird-yellow-ch2-ch1
Next chapter: not done yet
Premise: Arthur’s low opinion of humanity conflicts with bird club’s viewpoint.
Characters: Eishi, Arthur, Takayama, Umino, Rei, Kamoda, Marilyn, Naoyuki, Adam
Time taken: about three days
A/N: I had a vague idea about where this was going, but these characters haven’t failed to surprise me yet!
Code:
“Blah” Normal
“Blah” Normal Tweet/ Silentwing
“Blah” Loud Tweet/ Silentwing
“>Blah<” Death Tweet/ Bellwether
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“Hey, why are we calling each other by our colors?” Arthur spoke up. He was drifting around, trying to find a good spot in the Bird Club’s natural v-shaped formation.
“That’s our codenames. Our human and bird club lives are different!” Kamoda replied.
“Oh! Oh yeah, who’s this ‘advisor’ you were talking about earlier today, Red?” Arthur asked.
“He’s a human.” Takayama said.
“Huh?!”
Detailed as ever, Takayama. Eishi thought dully. He felt his phone ring and answered it.
“Hi, Eishi. Are you all in the air?” Naoyuki asked.
“Yeah, I’m looking for your signal now, old man.” Eishi said. He felt Arthur fly up next to him, listening in no doubt with a frown on his face. Eishi ignored him, searching the ground for a flashing light.
“Over there!” Kamoda dived to speed up below Eishi and pointed.
“Confirmed signal. Beginning descent.” Eishi tucked his wings in and dived down to a house in a speedy fashion. Unused to their formation, Arthur fell behind and was the last to land on a large porch. Naoyuki was there, turning off his flashlight and waving them inside a dark room.
“Where is this? Is it safe?” Eishi pressed, keeping his mask on.
“We’ll talk inside.” Naoyuki said. Eishi nodded and followed him closely into the house, the others squeezing in behind him with their wings wrapped around them. “Ok, you can turn on the light now.”
The light flashed on, revealing Marilyn and a man in a room filled with costumes, masks, and hats.
“Iiiit’s Marilyn’s room!” Marilyn announced.
“Wahh, that scarf is so cute!” Umino squealed, pointing to the fox scarf that the man was wearing.
“Huh? Who is that?” Eishi asked, staring at the man.
“Is that a Russian?” Kamoda whispered.
“It’s Mr. Smith.” Rei replied.
“Wait,” Marilyn stared at Arthur, who stared at them as if they were oddly shaped aliens, “Are you…”
“The american birdman!” Mr. Smith said, blinking wide-eyed as he took off his hat, “You’re alive?!”
“HEY NAOYUKI?! WHY DID YOU BRING HIM HERE?! Are you trying to se-” Eishi panicked as the information of a ‘stranger’ being here sunk in.
Naoyuki wrestled Eishi to keep his hand over his mouth,“Shhh! Calm down! The neighbors can still hear you!”
“Can someone please translate for me???” Arthur cried.
“Kamoda, do you mind doing it? Gotta concentrate.” Rei asked.
“No prob!” Kamoda translated for Arthur. Arthur, quite suddenly, gave Mr. Smith an intense glare. He shouted something in english, fast enough that none of the bird club understood, but when they heard ‘Eden’ all eyes were fixed on Mr. Smith. Mr. Smith smiled as if resigned. Naoyuki stood in between Arthur and Mr. Smith, sensing Arthur was about to become violent.
“Please, let us explain.” Naoyuki pleaded with a panicked look on his face. Umino was the one who tugged Arthur back.
“Let me handle this, Phoenix.” Eishi said, and although Arthur let out a angry huff he stayed back.
“This is your case officer from Eden.” Naoyuki began. Eishi felt a bristling distaste, bordering on hatred, rise up in him.
“Helllooo, I’m Adam Fox, a former employee of Eden.” Mr. Smith, erm, Adam said.
“Johnathan Smith is an alias, then.” Rei said coldly. Johnath- ADAM tilted his head as if considering that.
“Johnathan is what my friends call me. My real name is Adam.” Adam replied with a smile.
“Adam... I’ve heard that name before. They’re clones.” Arthur spoke, crossing his arms, “I’ve seen them in the farms. They don’t live very long.”
“Phoenix informed me that you’re a clone that doesn’t have long to live.” Eishi spoke out loud.
“And he’s right.” Adam confirmed, “That spares that explanation.”
“Are you the one who shot Kamoda?” Eishi coldly asked.
“I ordered it.” Adam confirmed again without missing a beat. And Eishi felt his power creeping up, about ready to consume the danger in front of him.
“He shot Green?!” Arthur growled after Kamoda uneasily translated. Eishi could suddenly feel Arthur’s aura goading his forward so they could-
“Wait. No violence.” Naoyuki said hurriedly, putting an arm in front of Eishi. Eishi glared at him as he inwardly wrestled with his last few shreds of common sense, “In a way, he’s your ally. He knows Eden’s inner workings… Let’s talk first.” He said cautiously.
“I thought you said he was our enemy.” Eishi said such in a forced calm that nearly had the man pull away from him. The moment he snapped, so would the rest of the Bird Club, especially with Arthur practically boiling behind him.
“Please!” Naoyuki pleaded with him, definitely terrified now.
“Sorry,” Adam said, “I know a lot has happened, but I’m not as strong as you guys. It would be a problem if you beat me up until I could no longer move.” He met Eishi’s gaze, “I can receive… your ill wishes.”
“Die.” Eishi hissed.
“Soon…” Adam said.
There was a moment of tense silence, before Eishi stepped forward and sat at the table.
The meeting continued relatively smoothly after that. Everyone was encouraged to borrow some costumes; Rei immediately put on a crown and an egyptian looking necklace, Kamoda put on a panda hat, and Umino had a tribal-looking cat mask on. Arthur put on a ridiculous-looking santa hat that had a cone-shaped spring with a cotton ball at the end that jingled whenever he moved his head. Takayama didn’t seem interested; in fact he was looking at the window now of all times. Eishi did not have time to mess around or question Takayama’s ways, he was assessing Adam and coming up with questions.
Adam explained that Arthur was set up by a group called Eve III, who wanted to destroy the world using the birdmen. He also urged the bird club to not give up on humanity.
“She said her name was ‘Sky’.” Arthur said. He wasn’t looking at them, and he was somewhat curled into a ball again, “So she just wanted to use us… I wanted to free her, too…”
“Are you using your tweets again?” Naoyuki asked all of a sudden.
“It’s the only way we can communicate with Phoenix.” Eishi replied. He supposed he did pause a lot to not only think, but also listen to the others... Umino cautiously patted Arthur’s knee, who gave her a small, forced smile and curled into himself a bit more.
“Well, if he says anything you think we should hear, please tell us.” Adam said. Eishi nodded, and Adam continued on to detail a plan of cooperation for their next blackout and answer the questions that followed it.
The meeting was then concluded. Everyone filed out and took off quickly from the veranda of the house.
It was a few minutes before Arthur burst.
“Why in the world do we have to care about humans, anyway?” He suddenly declared, “If they left us alone that would be great! We-”
Umino suddenly dived bombed him with a flying kick.
“Ow?!” Arthur yelped, but quickly caught his balance in the air.
“Not everyone doesn’t care about humans!” Umino shouted, “We all have families and friends that are humans!” She flew away from him right next to Rei.
“What in the world did she just say?”
“She said that you don’t speak for us.” Eishi said, perhaps with more bite than he wanted.
“Learn your place, newbie!” Kamoda chimed in.
“Kamoda, that’s unnecessary.”
Both Arthur and Kamoda hung their heads and sulked. Rei covered his mouth and tried not to laugh.
“... Hey Eishi, he’s carrying a hat.” Rei remarked. Arthur flinched as if he were caught.
“...” Am I watching a little kid? Eishi wondered, and spoke, “Guys, go ahead to the sky tower. Arthur, come with me, we’re returning the hat.” The others acknowledged this and Eishi and Arthur split off to circle back in the other direction.
“You guys found it funny when I was wearing it!” Arthur protested, fluttering to Eishi side with crossed arms.
“Do I really have to educate you on why stealing is bad?” Eishi asked in exasperation, “I’ve seen videos of your flock raiding grocery stores and stalls for food. Has your thievery extended to material objects as well?”
“But...”
“Listen, if something belongs to someone else then you shouldn’t take it without permission. This is a basic rule in order to have a functional society.”
“They’re humans, Eishi.” Arthur’s tone suddenly changed for the worse, and Eishi wondered if he had chosen the wrong words, “You don’t understand yet because you still have families… but they’re not worth fighting for. They’ll recover from what we take just fine.”
Eishi wanted to argue back immediately, but stayed silent to choose his words carefully. Losing his cool here would not do either of them any good...
“In fact, why do we need to be around them? If we can get away, find a place to settle, make our own food, we can be free and none of them will touch us again.” Arthur continued. Eishi saw the house in the distance, but circled back to settle on top of the nearest skyscraper. Arthur followed, his talons skidding against the concrete rooftop for a few feet.
“Let’s make our own kingdom, and with enough Seraph we could make a sanctuary where no one can get hurt.” Arthur straightened up, gained confidence the more Eishi listened to him. The  ridiculous bouncy and jingling hat in Arthur’s hands did not ease Eishi’s silently growing unease as they folded their wings, “It might take some time, but we could figure it out. It can start here… we could make it together.” Arthur approached him, within arm’s reach, “All you have to do is throw away this silly game of playing human.”
The way he’s ushering me away from humanity… It’s reminds me of Takayama... but that guy’s better at hiding it. Ah. Eishi made an educated guess; this guy has been a seraph for a while, hasn’t he?
“When were you turned, Phoenix?” He asked. Arthur didn’t seem to be prepared for the question and blinked dumbly, “Four years ago?” Eishi guessed.
“Oh, no. Eden took me when I was real young. I was turned when I was five.”
This guy... was a Seraph even longer than Takayama was. Was this viewpoint what awaited all of the bird club?
“The majority of us were turned months ago.” Eishi said, crossing his arms.
Arthur recoiled, “What?! Almost all of you awakened, what…. What in the world happened?!”
“Eden happened.” Eishi said, looking out the glimmering city below, “But we’re still going about our daily lives from when we were human... If Eden left us alone, we’d continue to blend in with humanity until we were dead. I don’t think that’s a bad life… maybe if we were the only birdmen, it would be possible...” He trailed off, looking to Arthur, “But we’re not… the bird club has to move carefully. As Adam said, we have be careful not to act out too much.”
“But that’s... not freedom.”
“It’s good to have restrictions.” Eishi smiled humorlessly, “From my experience humans are terrible when they’re unrestrained.” He gave Arthur a pointed look.
“What are you looking at me like that for?! Is it because of the stealing again?!” Arthur huffed, “Besides, we’re not human! We’re so much better than that now!”
“Better, less, what we can be, what does it matter?” Eishi said bitterly, “Humans at the moment still think you’re a pest, a thief, a terror coming in to take something precious. We need to be held to their standards for us to peacefully coexist.”
“We don’t have to coexist!” Arthur’s voice was almost hysteric now, as sudden anger burned in his eyes, “As I said before, we can make our own kingdom! If we combine our powers, I’m sure we could call out to everyone and gather them-”
Arthur stopped abruptly. Eishi was still shocked at Arthur’s tone, bordering on a death tweet, a fear that Arthur would make him do something he didn’t want creeping almost venomously into him, would he have to-
“It is not time yet, Arthur.” Takayama landed between them suddenly- coming in without warning like he usually did.
“You told me that before…” Arthur said softly, and stood still as Takayama reached out and grabbed his hand. Takayama’s feathers were flared, and he had a sharp look in his red eyes.
“Hey, hey, hey!” Eishi spoke up, suddenly feeling nervous for a different reason, “What in the world are you two talking about?”
They were silent, no doubt communicating in that weird way. More secrets… Eishi thought uneasily, but as his anger slowly simmered down in the silence he tried to hope that Takayama and Arthur weren’t going to do anything harmful. Telling them to stop, to not keep anything from him regardless of what it was… would really restrict their freedom, and he didn’t want to tie the people around him down.
Takayama let go of Arthur, leapt off the skyscraper, and flew off. Arthur took a step forward as if to follow him but stopped, looking at Eishi.
“Maybe we can… agree to disagree?” He said, in an apologetic tone.
“That’s not enough, Phoenix... But it’s a start.” Eishi said. Arthur nodded and went to take off, “Where are you going?”
“I wanted to ask Takayama something-”
“Not before you return the hat and apologize.” Eishi said, taking Arthur’s arm and dragging him off the skyscraper with him. Arthur fell into formation behind him without protest for once. Eishi took out his phone from his wing mass-case and texted Naoyuki that they were coming back to return a hat.
“Oh, you can keep it if you want!” Marilyn later said with a grin and a wave of her hand as Eishi bowed in apology and held a confused Arthur’s head down too.
“Marilyn said you can keep it.” Eishi said.
“See? She didn’t need it anyway!”
“I want you to thank her.”
“She doesn’t understand english, does she?”
Eishi let go of Arthur, “Repeat after me.” He spoke the words for ‘thank you, Miss Marilyn’ slowly. Adam, who was still lingering in the room and writing, paused to watch with an interested gaze.
“Th...ank you, Miss Marilyn.” Arthur said in a heavy american accent.
“You’re welcome, Arthur!” Marilyn squealed with joy.
“Am I going to have to learn Japanese...?”
“Yes.” Eishi spoke out loud to Arthur.
“Uh, was that a greeting?”
“No, it was a confirmation.”
Arthur groaned as Eishi made his farewells to the rest of the advisors of the bird club and took off, expecting Arthur to follow.
“Why do I have to learn Japanese? Do I have to talk to humans? I thought you wanted me hidden…”
“Don’t you want to know what people are saying without having us translate?” Eishi asked.
“No, I don’t mind at all.”
“What if we’re not around?”
“Eh?” Arthur’s voice took on an almost scared tone, “But seraph stay together...”
“We’ll have leave you alone somewhere for a while while the rest of us go to school. If a human talks to you, you should know basic Japanese or else you’ll look incredibly suspicious.”
“Oh… I guess I have to learn, then.” Arthur grumbled. As silence sank between them, Eishi looked ahead to the sky terrace and came to a conclusion.
“Come on… let’s take a detour, Yellow.” He said carefully.
“Alright!” Arthur said curiously. He really did seem to like that nickname, “Wait, what about the others? Won’t they be wondering where we are?”
“They can wait.” Eishi said, closing his eyes to read the wind for a moment before flapping his wings to climb into the air. He couldn’t let Arthur see the others in this state… if Arthur kept bad-mouthing and demeaning humans the way he was doing… Umino especially would get really mad and Eishi didn’t want everyone to, in the worst case scenario, turn against or reject Arthur.
Eishi flew up until he could feel the clouds brush at his face, and formed his helmet as he broke through the first barrier and the air became more thin. Arthur flew up besides him, also wearing his helmet.
“Have you ever flown higher than this?” Eishi asked, gliding over the dips and hills of the cloud beneath him. He didn’t mind cloudy nights as much anymore… the clouds gave him more obstacles to cross, and up here the stars glimmered more than he could ever see on the ground.
“Oh, no, I never got the chance. If my group flew higher than this, some people would fall behind.” Arthur replied, diving in and out of a cloud like a spinning dolphin with wings.
“Wanna try it?”
“What if we fly into space?”
“We could try landing on the moon, then.”
“... That’s ridiculous!” Arthur laughed, and some of the tension between them loosened. Eishi took a deep breath in and darted upward. Arthur pulled ahead at a great speed- faster than Eishi had even seen Takayama go.
A few minutes of rapid ascension before-
“This is tough work.” Eishi said, panting even through his special mask. It was harder to breathe, and he felt thirsty and freezing cold. He couldn’t reach Arthur anymore, who was struggling and falling and rising like he was fighting the cosmos itself.
“Come on, Black! We can do this!” Arthur was suddenly reaching down to him, his furious flapping not generating as much as wind as it should.
“I’m gonna faint if we go on.” Eishi said, taking his hand anyway.
Arthur pulled them both up to Eishi’s horror and excitement, “Wow… I can really see our breaths up here! Is that ice on your wing?!”
“If we both faint and die from fall damage, I’m going to kill you.” Eishi said, practically hyperventilating at this point. Ugh, he was going to get a chest cramp from this…
“How can you kill me if we’re both dead?”
“I’m done.” Eishi’s wings drooped, his weight dragging them both down. Arthur wheezed with airless laughter before dropping him and folding his wings to freefall besides him.
“What a view!” Arthur cried out as the air whistled around them. Eishi took a breath of the icy-cold air rushing in and regained enough focus to look around, his heartbeat thrumming through him. He could see the curvature of the Earth from this height, and far beyond the city he lived in. The lights were beautiful, and for a moment he wondered if there were any distinction from the stars in the sky and the city’s lights below. It was absolutely beautiful, but...
“I am… not ever doing this again.” He said, rubbing his arms even as he fell. He was shivering, both from adrenaline and the cold. Luckily the air got a bit warmer as they skydived since it was close to summer… if it were winter Eishi was sure he’d get hypothermia.
“Agreed… I want to set something on fire and take a nap there.” Arthur said.
“You live up to your name, Phoenix.”
“I do?”
“Are you a pyromaniac, too?”
“What?! No way! I’m just cold right now!”
“Right now… Oh, I can’t believe I’ve made you a pyromaniac…”
“Blaaaack!!!”
Eishi snapped his wings back into form and swerved at the last second to dive through a gap in the clouds. Arthur dived right through them.
“AAAAAH, THAT’S COLD!” He yelled while Eishi grinned, “You did that on purpose, didn’t you!” Eishi shrugged nonchalantly. “I’ll get you back for this!”
“That’s what all the villains in television say before they’re taken to jail.”
“I doubt they said it telepathically! Well, maybe a few in a marvel comic books I didn’t read yet… Wait, I’m going to jail???”
“Hmmm…” Eishi hummed both inwardly and out loud as he set his sights on the sky tower, “Maybe cops and robbers would be a fun game for the bird club.”
“You guys play games?”
“We’re a club for a reason.”
“That sounds like fun! I want to join!”
“Of course you get to join, Yellow, you’re already an official member.”
“Ah… yes, of course!” Arthur beamed.
The silence that passed was much better than the previous one. Eishi was a bit guilty that he and Arthur basically ditched the others who were no doubt waiting for them, but it turned out well enough in the end.
“You know… I really wish my flock could have met you guys.” Arthur said, settling into a glide besides him.
“Even if we’re posing as humans?”
“No, cause’ I think we’d all be really good friends… Canary and Rei would get along so well, I think.. Fly and Kamoda are so similar… And Robin always did need help opening up to others, she’s such a shy girl, maybe Umino could have helped her...” Arthur spoke their names and others Eishi did not recognize. But as he went on and on, his voice seemed more and more choked with emotion.
“... What happened to them, Phoenix?” Eishi asked softly, tilting his wings to drift away from the sky tower again.
“I don’t mind it if the others see me cry, so can we head back to them?” Arthur said softly, “I don’t like being apart…”
“Okay.” Eishi replied, putting their course back on track. He worried about Arthur, and wondered if he’d really be okay being by himself even if it was just for a school day tomorrow… Something, just felt off about how quickly Arthur was opening up to him. Was it because they were both bellwethers? Was it because he couldn’t go back to his flock-?
“... My group... was shot down, I think.” Arthur whispered, barely loud enough to hear.
“... You think?”
“I… can’t remember clearly. Can I try showing you?” Arthur flinched, “Wait, no, I’m sorry, it’s-”
“Hey! Heyyy! What took you guys so long?” Kamoda suddenly called. In the distance the others were jumping off the sky tower and flying towards them.
“We took some detours.” Eishi replied.
“No fair, Eishi, taking the new guy for yourself!” Rei chided, “Umino wanted to kick him around some more!”
“Eh?!” Arthur cried. Umino darted ahead to meet them.
“Prepare yourself for ditching us on your first day, Yellow!” She shouted, coming at them way too fast, “You, too, Black!”
“Me too?!” Eishi shouted, and successfully dived under Umino’s swiping arms heading in his direction only to get his helmeted head kicked. He was sent spinning right into Kamoda, who caught him by his wings.
“Black successfully captured!” He said proudly. Eishi didn’t bother struggling-he knew Kamoda was far stronger than him and resistance would only feed his huge ego.
“That was sneaky, Blue.” Eishi said approvingly, looking up to see Arthur was faring.
“Haha, is this one of the games?” Arthur and Umino were doing figure 8’s at such high speeds that Eishi’s eyes were spinning, “You can’t catch me, Blue!” His wings thrummed powerfully as he spun up at a rate that left Umino let out a groan of frustration. His helmet melted back into his armor as he flashed them a cheeky grin.
Eishi sighed, “Umino, both Takayama and Kamoda couldn’t catch him until he gave himself up. Your efforts are probably meaningless-”
“Silence, prisoner!” Rei cried out, “We can all catch him if we work together, yeah?”
“Yeah!” Umino and Kamoda chorused, although Umino was doing all the work. Takayama seemed content to watch, perched on a skyscraper crane below.
Eishi was glad they were getting along, but felt as if he had unfinished business with Arthur. However, seeing him and the others so happy now… there was no way he wanted to ruin this by talking about the destruction of Arthur’s flock. It would have to wait until later…
I should prepare myself for that memory-sharing thing, too… Eishi thought, unconsciously holding his hands to his chest. He didn’t like it, it felt beyond way too personal, but if Arthur knew of a threat that could harm the bird club, or a way to get him back to what remained of his flock if there were any left, he’d put up with it...
“Hey, Black, you wanna make your punishment less severe by helping us catch him?” Kamoda asked.
“You’ll let me go?” Eishi asked.
“Yeah.” Kamoda let got of him, and Eishi suddenly dived and darted away out of sight, “Hey! Eishi! You said you’d help!”
“I never agreed to anything, just asked if you’d let me go.” Eishi replied matter-of-factly, swooping up before the city lights could reveal him too much and tucking in his wings to go through a gap between the pipes behind a billboard to slow Kamoda down before finding a blessed updraft of air that made him shoot up into the air.
“Reiii, Eishi’s getting awayyy!” Kamoda lamented.
“It’s your fault, you were supposed to watch him! You’re getting punished too!” Rei declared.
“You’re not doing anything, Rei! I’m gonna punish YOU!” Umino cried, tackling Rei who screamed. 
“Attacking the president! You’re getting punished too, usurper!” Rei shouted as he struggled fruitlessly. Eishi snickered from above, only to sense someone coming too late- he was grabbed! And considering those yellow markings on those arms-
“I caught Black! Does that mean my punishment is less severe?” Arthur called.
“Yes!” Kamoda cheered.
“Traitorous pickpocket, I should have known…” Eishi grumbled. Arthur laughed as he dragged Eishi down to the others.
“What even is the punishment?” Umino asked while she held a limp Rei in a headlock.
“... Catch Takayama.” Eishi said. It would both be challenging and maybe drag Takayama out of the weird funk he was in.
“Oooo! That’s a great idea!” Umino cheered, “Let’s get im’! … Hey, Rei, are you okay?”
“I’m dead.” Rei muttered.
“Cool!” Umino said, dropping him. Rei yelped but regained his balance quickly and elegantly as if he had never made a sound, coughing as if to clear his throat.
Takayama, the definition of elusive, didn’t move as everyone glanced to one another before diving down to him in unison…
He’s baiting us! Eishi thought, but besides a few shocked blinks Takayama didn’t do much as everyone grabbed onto him in a weird winged pile. There was a shocked silence.
“... Was I supposed to fly away?” Takayama asked, completely pinned down. Umino burst out laughing, which got everyone else going at how ridiculous this all was. Takayama gave a smile.
“Of course you were!”
“Get off me, Kamoda, you’re heavy!” Rei whined.
“Ok-owowowOW EISHI WATCH THE CLAWS-” Kamoda said.
“Whoops.” Eishi snickered.
“Why you little-”
“Can you please not fight when you’re lying on top of me!” Arthur cried.
“Think of how poor Takayama feels!” Umino said, her face red as she realized that she was stuck, too.
“I’m fine.” Takayama said as he turned towards her, making Umino scream and kick and soon everyone was struggling to get out of this pile. They dispersed in a few moments and hung onto various parts of the crane, panting and giggling like idiots.
“We should go back to the sky tower before anyone sees us.” Eishi said, and with everyone’s agreement the successfully bonded Bird Club fluttered back to base.
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You did an intro to got7 a while ago could you maybe do one for A.C.E.??? They seem like a good group but I'm clueless atm so it would be v helpful!!!
lololol i did an intro to mark from got7 but not got7 as a whole, but yes ofc i will i love my talented bois and i love rambling about them heRE WE G O
an introduction to a.c.e, for dummies (jk ily choice is a great fandom pls join us)
also this is gonna get rlly long so im gonna put it under a cut
A.C.E is a 5-member boygroup under beat interactive!! which is a p small company atm so my boys dont exactly have the high quality living and practice areas and food that they deserve :(( THEYLL GET THERE THO IM SURE OF IT THEYRE LEGENDS
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here’s their youtube channel with aaaaall sorts of goodies
i started stanning a.c.e predebut, bc they had a lot of content for a group that hadn’t debuted yet, and it was enough to snatch my attention real quick so you should check that shit out, they did a shitton of AMAZING covers and to get their name out there more, street buskings its a lot but i swear its worth your time theyre so talented!!
also they have matching tracksuits what more could you ask for tbh (as you can see from that vid, they’re literally so fucking extra)
a few of my favs are
this rlly long busking video w girl group songs and just a bit of everything tbh,
THIS amazing remix/cover of kard’s don’t recall by the rap line + this one cute girl,
only THE most iconic playing w fire cover, band version, (I WILL NEVER STOP SCREAMING ABOUT THAT VIDEO HONESTLY I COULD MAKE A POST ON THAT COVER ALONE ISTG) 
their flashlight cover that is enough to make a grown man cry omfuckigngOD it makes me feel things hjskskkh
that ONE TAKE dance cover they did of 3 of taeyangs songs, all focusing on a different member of the dance line
im gonna stop here before i link every damn cover they made
okay so now that thats covered (bad-um-tss) time for…DEBUT
THIs beauty right here is their debut song cactus, which has this really deep meaning to it. bc they came from a small company so they have to work extra hard to even be able to debut let alone be successful and they’re like a cactus bc cacti grow in the desert where there’s very little water but they still manage to stand strong even through the hardest of weather an environment conditions and eventually sprout beautiful flowers,, buuuuuut its also a meme for obvious reasons.
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tbh debut era choice culture was just listening to cactus on repeat for days bc it was their only song at the time skjslaas not much has changed tbh LMAO but yes theyre a very edm loving group so their DANCE SKILLS ARE ON POINT SERIOUSLY IVE SEEN FEW GROUPS AS AMAZING AT DANCING AS ACE WOWOW
oh yeah did i mention that their fandom name is choice and that choice are literally the softest fandom my multifandom ass has e v e r been in?? theres literally no cringy or toxic side of the fandom its just so soft and welcoming and pure and everyone is so nice and sweet and friendly and just??? wow i love choice a lot hjkskjsshkhk choice are also SUPER talented too stan talent stan choice
speaking of cringe ace is that group that just like skipped the entire “rlly cringy boygroup debut phase” completely like no weird debut haircuts or outfits or weird lyrics about girls, well actually thats all kinda objective but like they made those outfits work ok and im a cactus isnt that weird of a lyric if you know the deep meaning behind it
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aS yOu CaN sEe, cactus era was the era of the tHIGHS and the hot pants. it was literally so iconic it blew up and with great reason too, have you seen those thighs?? AND THEY KNOW IT TOO they even mentioned they chose the hot pants as their style concept and took better care of their legs than their faces. true kings. heres a video of a.c.e talking about the whole hot pants thing and just their legs in general its some quality shit. and heres a video where they decide to show off just how great their thighs are bc they like to kill choices like that, this video is important and iconic bc its where the wowson ship began and also when they declared who the king of thighs were amongst the kings of thighs. definitely a necessary watch for new choice imo. donghun lowkey grinds on the floor at 4:04, you’ve been warned. honestly that video just gets progressively gayer lmao i love it
also for us international choice they made an ENGLISH cover of cactus CAN YOU BELIEVE IT I LOVE THEM SM they didnt have to but they did and oml stan a group who stans you back this hard their english aint that great but theyre trying and i appreciate it so much theyre so amazing look
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five months later they dropped their second single, callin’, and b o y was this a stressful comeback, beat had us FOOLEd,, i genuinely thought it was gonna be a flowerboy soft concept yknow with like some sweet lowkey ballad or soft pop song, but nOOooOOOooo, MORE HARDSTYLE EDM not that im complaining callin is a bop but i was TRICKED
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LOOK AT THIS SHIT ITS ALL AESTHETIC AND THE CLIP OF THE SONG WAS ALL SOFT I WAS REALLY EXPECTING SMTH SOFT im sorry im still salty that beat tricked me but ITS FINE bc callin is a HELLA BOP like i honestly didnt expect them to top cactus so quickly bc like cactus was hella but they DID and its amazing and heres the link be blessed (warning, these gifs above make it look like a soft vid but there are LOTS of flashing colours and lights and its really intense on the eyes if youre not comfortable with that dont watch, just listen)
they also supplied multiple dance pracs you can find on their channel for callin bc ace feeds us well, although callin had a reaaaally short promotion period bc right after they got thrown onto survival shows for more publicity, but hey, its working!! choice is growing bigger every day and im so proud
donghun, wow and jason all went on yg’s show mixnine, and jun and chan went on the idol rebooting show, the unit. both teams are doing EXTREMELY well on their respective shows!! but ill talk more about that in their individual member profiles bc they havent been put on the same team for anything yet rip
edit: mixnine finished and donghun and jason made the cut for the final group, sehyoon didn’t :(( so dongson will be promoting with the mixnine group for a lil bit!! also chan made it to the unit debut group but jun didnt. im hoping for a sehyjun subunit pls
that was long af but now im gonna dive into the members individually!! so its probs gonna get twice as long sorrynotsorry i warned you
Jun (Park Junhee)
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jun is the so-called fiery leader of ace (also lead dancer and lead vocal) but is honestly just a giant dork and a sweetheart. hes the type of guy who you scream at for being dumb and call him an idiot but thats your weird way of expressing your undying love for him?? ask literally any jun stan, they’ll say they hate him. hate him for being so PERFECT like a fucking DISNEY PRINCE he’s the designated prince of the group you know theres always that one member and hes just so LOVEABLE and stupid and skjdakhkjs he fuckign dropped his cake on his birthday when do your faves ever. dad of the group, probably lost the maknaes in the shopping mall about 3 times already. talks a lot, hates aegyo, his members might be planning on sacrificing him to satan? he does on idol class with chan every…i think its wednesday and fans vote who gets punishments n stuff and jun loses every damn time i think hes losing his faith in choice lmao. #saveleaderjun
he’s kinda married to donghun, they’re the parents of ace but donghun might try murder him in his sleep idk man, but now hes on the unit with chan and theyre all cute and you can literally ship everyone with everyone in this group
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he has HELLA charisma on stage tho oh my gOd also he has one of the most unique singing voices ive ever heard so its really easy to single out, his face also is the first i learned to tell apart?? he has rlly high cheekbones and a wide but thin smile.
this is actually an ot5 video not just jun but jun’s reaction was by far the most iconic so i have to put it in his section, get you a fave who can FLY lmaooo
it would be CRIMINAL if i didnt solo out jun’s ringa linga cover, thE MOST ICONIC JUN COVER EVER HJFKDSJKFDSJK if i ever stop talking about this assume im dead bc IVE NEVER GOTTEN OVER IT jun in a leather jacket looking all rude and staring at the camera like that im WEAK, SO WEAK, AAAAAAAAHHHH
[ahem] MOVING ON
Donghun (Lee Donghun)
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donghun, sometimes romanised as donghoon and often referred to by choice as hun or hoon, is the oldest member of the group and another total sweetheart, honestly ace is just a group of sweethearts, he cares for his members so damn much and is super soft?? but ALSO A s Av Age he’s on mixnine with sehyoon and jason and he SHOT DOWN YG, once again I C O N I C, yg was at a loss for words, heres more receipts of him being savage, i love my sassy boyfriend. BUT HES ALSO A SWEET NOODLE HJKSHJKS oH and did you know that before he joined a.c.e he had no experience in dancing whatsoever and in a year and a half, he caught up with the other four members that have been dancing since they were kids?? I STAN TALENT YALL you’d literally never be able to guess that bc all of them are like on an equal dance level its insane
also he used to have braces during cactus era and it was the softest shit
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[cOUGHS] so like did someone say disrespect,,, bc he can do that too,,,,, aAAAAAAAH the duality of this man istg
he’s the main vocalist and has vO C AL S OF AN A N GEL, he has so much soul and emotion in his voice, and has adlibs for days oh my god, he also has the MOST BEAUTIFUL FALSETTO i’ve ever heard, fight me, actually come at me. his voice works REALLY well with chan so they pair him up with him for quite a handful of covers like the all of me one i linked (one of my favs omfg it makes me emo) cause like, his soulful voice plus chan’s higher, sweet voice just sounds so great together i love our main vocals wow.
sPEAKING OF WOW,
Wow (Kim Sehyoon)
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his stage name is wow, but its hard to take seriously so the fandom just calls him sehyoon lmfao. it used to be seyoon but when he went on mixnine, he revealed sehyoon was the official romanization so here we are lmao. even if your bias isn’t sehyoon…it’s sehyoon. he’s just that guy ya feel me?? anyways sehyoon is a relatively quiet and reserved guy, but his members really pull out the dork in him, i love it so much?? he doesn’t talk much but when he does all of a.c.e directs their full attention to him to listen, its really sweet, hes pretty awkward with people but you can tell he just feels so safe and comfortable with ace it honestly warms my heart. he’s the main rapper and main dancer, but!! our multitalented man is also a vocalist. yes, you heard, me, the main rapper can sing, and really well at that. (if you scroll up back to the flashlight and dont recall covers, you can see more of his voice.)
gets the least lines, but not by much. although hearing his singing voice in their actual songs has happened like with 2 lines?? so idk man im just waiting for their ballad song that theyre apparently doing for their third song, god im so ready. i love his voice a lot, damn.
he’s also like reeeeeeeeeally gay for jason…the entire fandom ships it and they even ship it themselves. wowson, the otp of ace, they honestly just cant keep their hands off eachother??? i know a friend who struggled to tell apart jun and jason so she just looked at who sehyoon was standing next to and instantly knew it was jason. THEYRE SO CLINGY. i love my squishy boyfriends. 
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OHHH BOY…i really could’ve used an even more disrespectful gif than this but that would ruin the surprise of watching it in the actual video!! as you can see, sehyoon is the K I N G of disrespect on stage, that shy lil fluffle bean you see offstage?? GONE. DISAPPEARED. VANISHED. this is why his stage name is wow, sehyoon disappears and you just go wow. choice has dubbed him king of bodyrolls with great reason, he makes every concept into a sexy concept, he just has that intimidatingly sexy aura to him, its incredible. 
now…are you ready….i bet youre not…who am i kidding NOBODY was ready for this shit. on mixnine, sehyoon was picked as leader for one of their stages (i think he was leader for ringa linga too??) and got to choreograph the routine. if you think its already rude 10 seconds in, its all over for you bitches when the lighting goes yellow. i feel the need to repeat, our boy CHOREOGRAPHED THIS. IT WAS ALL HIS IDEA. EVERY. SINGLE. PART. this is the same kid who everyone on the show knew as the shy, quiet, handsome boy. but then. 
but then he did this.
Jason (Kim Byeongkwan)
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jason is his stage name that he chose for himself but his real name is byeongkwan, its another case of an idol having a stage name and nobody calling them by it?? i mean most new choice call him jason and i personally switch between the two but most choice seem to call him byeongkwan or bk if theyre extra lazy lmao. memers call him byonk sometimes.
jason is the weird child of the group and we all love him…he’s the second lil ball of sunshine and part ½ of the maknae line. he’s often found clinging to sehyoon or literally any of the members bc he’s an affectionate son who loves cuddles okay?? p r o t e c t   h i m.
he’s also the lead everything. yeah thats really not fair but jason is op ok?? singing, rapping, dancing, visual, like sehyoon he’s the full package, i can hardly call them the rap line they’re just the op line t b h. triple threats.
on their official twt jason likes to confirm wowson a lot, its p great lololol he’s the biggest wowson shipper of all time. want more wowson? i gotchu, here’s one of my absolute fav moments. (ft. junchan/chun)
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he has some HELLA CHARISMA on stage like boy can u pls chill. they also love doing his eye makeup with that red makeup and it looks rlly good bc bk has such pretty eagle eyes and its his Look™ and that along with his onstage persona is a DEADLY COMBINATION HDSJKSKSLKJS 
i’m just gonna keep this short; even if your bias isnt byeongkwan, your bias is byeongkwan. he has that affect on everybody. number one bias wrecker out of the fandom t b h apart from sehyoon (he cant be my bias wrecker if he is my bias so im safe :^J)
Chan (Kang Yuchan)
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INTRODUCING OUR CHANSHINE, MAIN VOCAL OF ACE, CUTIE MAKNAE CHAN!!!! he always introduces himself as a.c.e’s main vocal cutie maknae chan, its his iconic line and it suits him so well like LOOK AT HIM ISNT HE JUST A FUCKING RAY OF SUNSHINE WHAT A PURE CHILD I MUST PROTECC he’s literally the happy virus y’all AND ACE KNOWS IT TOO heres this one time where donghun even said that looking at chan cheers him up. certified sunshines only, everyone. also watch that whole video its long but its worth your time.
anyways our boy is a main vocal and as mentioned in donghun’s part they harmonize!!! so!! well!! i mean tbh all of ace can harmonize with eachother its the most beautfiul thing but these two are main vocal for a reason okay. if you didn’t already watch it in donghun’s part listen to THIS and have your ears be blessed i cry everytime oh my god skdfhd ALSO THIS IS SUPER IMPORTANT ITS LIKE ONE OF MY FAVOURITE VIDEOS ON THE INTERNET i want to cry i lvoe chans voice so much i love chan i love kang yuchan og hmylhdg sodf i was gonna say i swear im sehyoon biased but im not istg ace is bias wrecking me 24/7 its been the hardest group to pick a bias in ever im not kidding i cant even
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also known as kang RUDE, chan was all innocent sunshine and daisies until out of the blue he decided to give the disrespect king sehyoon a run for his fucking money. NOBODY FUCKING SAW IT COMING WE ALL THOUGHT HE WAS SO PURE AND THEN HE SUDDENLY STARTED FLASHING HIS ABS EVERYWHERE AND GRINDING ON THE FLOOR AND DOING THAT AND WE JUST CANT HANDLE IT i dont know a kang yuchan please save me oh my lord
okay this already has an ungodly amount of links and honestly i could go on, but this should be a good enough kickstart for you!!
stan talent stan a.c.e everyone. welcome to the choice family. its literally the softest and sweetest fandom out there. we welcome you with open arms and lots of cacti!!!
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Ep. 4: “Trying To Cover Ur Murderous Tracks” - Jones
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JENNET 
nash isnt on my tribe but i cant help but feel bad for them :((( the last two days that we were together as old calumma i actually started to connect with them. they will be missed 💔
(a little later)
why am i obsessed with ethan ? *insert meme of that tiktoker just standing there*
(after building a bamboo bed)
super nervous for immunity, if we end up losing i think i might try to push for pennino bc he pissed me off the other night saying he wouldnt be available for the comp and literally SITTING THERE watching us do the comp... i really like sam and ethan (tbh more than i like lindsay and jabari) but thats only bc of how much we communicate with each other idk i do know lindsay wants to push for pennino too bc she was annoyed it too so maybe let her do all the pushing and if it backfires, just push for her to go😳
JESSICA
No song 4 today Last round we voted out Nash. That was not my ideal choice (I wanted Nicole to go) but Pete was paranoid Nicole may have an idol, that Nicole/Mikey/Nash were secretly working together, or just that something might go down. He also trusts Nicole for reasons unknown. I didn't love leaving Mikey in the dark (I think that really only helped Pete, not me) but I was nervous that if I pushed Nicole too hard as the vote, Pete would vote Mikey and then that was really the worst case scenario. If we lose this round, I am voting Nicole no question. She asked me what happened after the vote + if we could talk which I thought was great! I sent her an explanation that basically said I didn't trust Nash because they did not talk to me, I was worried OG Calumma was still a thing, and I didn't trust Nicole because she didn't start talking to me until after we lost + she left me on read a lot. And what does she do right after I sent that? Leave me on read again! I was excited to work with her when we first swapped but I don't see that happening at all now. The nice thing is because Pete lied to her, Mikey and Nicole voted each other, AND Lovelis was already initially down to vote Nicole, I'm hoping if we lose the vote is really easy. I also don't think Nicole has the idol because.... ...I found it! Okay, no I didn't. I did find a ruby though. I think that in each quadrant of the adventure, there is a gem and the four gemstones combined will make an idol. I already have 1, I have a good idea of where it could be in the north, and most importantly I am pretty sure Nicole has no advantages. I think if she had an idol, she might have played it last round, but my guess is that there is only one idol in the game and no one has it yet. However right now I'm not sharing this information with anyone. I hope that if we lose, Pete votes for Mikey out of paranoia (and that Nicole does as well) which means moving forward, Mikey really only has me and that's an alliance I can keep long term. I do also think that we are potentially swapping after this OR we will do a double tribal after this and swap then. I do not want us to lose twice because that's when things get tricky but if we do, I think I will be set up well enough that no one is coming for me.
PETE 
so my og Brookesia alliance of jessica and lovelis (plus me) they want to vote out Nicole but i reeeeaaally don’t wanna do that. Nicole and I had this talk of moving on from our past so if I just vote her out first chance I get that’d just be a huge dick move. They for some reason believe Mikey which I honestly don’t, I think he may be a little weasel. Nash doesn’t talk to me at all, so i’m hoping maybe I can shift the vote onto Nash by scaring them with the thought of Nicole having and idol
(after dropping his rice into the sand)
AAAAAAAAHHHHHH IDIDIT I DID IT IDIDIT literally i have THE biggest fucking knot in my stomach i was SO fUcking NERVOUS this is so fuckignw crazy i cant skdjdbxsjkdb i’ve NEVER been in control of a vote before like everything i told someone to do they did like i’m not gonna get all like egotistical and all that but like sjkdsxkdbsjjdjxjdkdb ive never been in this position before it’s wild i’m usually like the mikey. like i’m just there, hoping people include me but kinda just scraping by until they decide it’s my turn to leave and NOW!!!! I JUST BLINDSIDED SOMEBODYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH
JENNET
trying really hard to do this comp and my arthritis is making my hands spasm :(( powering thru and hopefully we dont go to tribal. if we do im afraid that im going to be voted out :((
JABARI
So i scored for the tribe which is great but then we tie and there is tower of hanoi. Lets just say ill never play that game again but I swear im not giving up no sir....they said they wouldnt boot me because of it but ima make sure of it.
JENNET 
in love with ethan hes the best person in the world
(after staring at Ethan)
really sucks going to tribal council and i know i let my team down so now im trying to find a way- SOME WAY to remind them that old calumma wanted to go after pennino next and to hopefully keep ethan out of the fire. sam approached me about an alliance with him and ethan and tbf idc what anybody calls me or what they think but im honestly closer to the too of them than to anybody on the tribe- closer to ethan than i was to jake even😳
LINDSAY
https://drive.google.com/file/d/12YzvXBooOu3lndrE99YopPOcO4VEAYYB/view?usp=drivesdk lmk if this works also fun fact i just tried to open the camera on the computer im borrowing and the computer bluescreened lol i hate it here
SAM
https://youtu.be/M4E00bmBj0A
PETE
The way this game is going Id say that I’m probably closest with Jessica just because we’ve been talking since the start, she’s really nice & enthusiastic, and we’ve agreed so far on the things that need to happen so we share a lot of information with each other. Lovelis is a little bit of a wild card because he never really talks that much so I’m going to try to bond with him more so that he doesn’t feel like just another number.
LOVELIS
Who knew we’d pull out a win with flash games! Maybe we need to stop shitting on then and start praying for more of them to pop up here LMAO. So glad I can just have this day to speak to people a bit more and just relax a little - I feel like me Jess and Pete are in a comfortable position within this tribe so I’m praying for no more funny business with another premerge swap but I’m tryna stay on my toes!
ETHAN
Ok so tribal time: I am in a minority position right now and it is looking sketchy. I feel like I am going because of how Jabari and Jennet have not talked to me at all today and instead have ghosted me. I have something, but not sure if I want to play it. Do I trust people, or do I just full send and blow it up? Time shall tell
JESSICA 
Yay we won immunity! I love getting my Dolphin Olympics redemption arc, it's been 6 years in the making.
PENNINO
Now, it's 4 hours before the first tribal as Furcifer, and I think that us from OG Calumma will go and do a Pagong to Ethan and Sam. Since Ethan was a beast in  the comps, and we want to keep tribal lines, that puts Sam up for the chopping block. As for Nash leaving, no surprise. Honestly, I feel pretty safe and now i'm just waiting for another swap.
MADISON
I don't know how I've survived four rounds but here we are. I think I've legit gotten the lowest score in the past 2 challenges but everyone else is a beast so I get to stay safe for another round. The downside to being safe so long is that there isn't really a lot of gameplay happening over on Planet Brookesia and some of us might be a little bit too comfy so that when swap time comes or we lose the next challenge, it'll be scramble city to figure something out.
JAKE
https://youtu.be/Hz-Ix0ZeQ7E y'all when I tell you i'm manic just thinking about crazy fringe theories related to this game lmaoooooo
JONES
ok bet lets get strategic:tm: i feel like a lot of my confessionals are rlly like ,, , , ,me just talking ab "wow i rlly like this person, not this person so and so and whatnot" and i haven't rlly gotten to bare bones like ,, what i'm thinking ab game wise ? for starters - i think i'm in a rlly good spot surprisingly? LIKE don't get me wrong its fking dangerous being in a 4-2 but i think i'm set up super super well? i'm officially working with all of Daisy, Sammy, Shane, and Jake, and am in an alliance w everyone of those people besides Sammy. but sammy has vouched saying that he does want to work w me and has my back and i don't have like,, any reason to doubt that rn ? unfortunately the only way to rlly like ,, ,, have everyone prove their trust to me is by going to tribal aldksfjasdlfj but i dont rlly see a reason for them to like ,, , lie to me ? esp when we haven't gone to tribal? i don't see the point in marinating someone this isn't among us and ur trying to cover ur murderous tracks,,, but ya ? i'm in a good spot. i think based on my alliances and allies and whatnot, and i've stated this already so this isn't rlly a surprise, but madison would probs be the target if we'd have to go to tribal. and Jake has stated to me too that he hasn't rlly talked to madison that much either so it doesn't seem like an uncommon thought process. after the challenge tiebreaker yesterday , the newly formed ALLEANCHE! kind of came together as the 4 most active people on the tribe so it SEEMS like it would be madison AND sammy getting targetted and , ,, , sammy going for me isn't rlly cash money bc if sammy DOES have my back then that's me losing one of MY allies,, but i don't think we're going to enough tribals before another swap for that to actually be a thing ? so hopefully if we do go to tribal it'd be madison and not sammy, but i think i, if not i then maybe jake LOL, can make a good case for madison to go over sammy. speaking of jake i have a rlly bad gut feeling that i'm gonna have to think ab cutting him soon - or at least before merge. i've kinda been letting him take the reigns since preswap to make him kind of look like a leader ish ? so i'm rlly hoping that like ,, , hypothetically speaking. lets say i'm AGAIN put on another tribe w jake (bc lbr we're swapping again),, and lets say hypothetically they wanna split up the supposed "duo" of myself and jake,,, whos the smarter person to take out - the leader whos kinda been calling the shots and making the alliances since round 1, or the person whos proven themself to be reliable and to keep their team safe and be able to go to bat for their team ? idk IDK that's just me but i definitely think like ,, in terms of a building threat level i think jake is definitely the easier target asldkfjasd which is UNFORTUNATE like i LOVE JAKE but i feel like if it comes to me and jake and jake is putting me in DANGER then , ,, well,, :( i gotta do what i gotta DO i'm pawned as old reliable for a reason :katenails: but ya uhm,,, shane/daisy/jake/i were talking on call after the tiebreaker ab what could happen and we all basically agreed theres no way in hell that there ISN'T another swap on the horizon or at least like,, a twist or something. u can't just swap at 18 on a 20 person cast and just expect us to sit like lil ducks on sunday brunch, if anything we're probs gonna swap at like ,, , , , 15? OR hosts are cracked and swap us NEXT ROUND bc they're sadistic. but ya there's def another swap it rlly just depends on when and whos there to experience it - i.e whether or not i'm gonna have security from my allies or not ya feel? i feel. also there's definitely probs like ,, , ,a double tribal. or smth. or like, smth crazy and dumb and stupid that i don't have the brain capacity to rlly comprehend. but ya hope i win this was a good strategy talk #fruciferandcallumathrowchallenge
NICOLE
Hello!!! Nash went home and I'm sad so I am PROTESTING confessionals! You won't know anything that is happening with me! Nothing! (Just kidding nothing happened this round, everyone ignored me and then we won immunity so they had no need to)
SHANE
https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1TxoVh69i2GPA-agNAfyW0G-Bu07weXyZ?usp=sharing
SAMMY
so I had to write a paper and I'm rushing to get this in...blinks...whats new anyways I have been so off in like the idol hunting and I have felt so detached from this game since I have only been to tribal once? but I think the people in danger would be like Madison or Jake? they have both been brought up to me by daisy...and in all seriousness I would be fine with that? I honestly really am only prioritizing Jones and Daisy in this tribe. I feel fine with my position in this game and I even got a point from the flash games. Luckily Daisy won for us in the tiebreaker and we were able to barely escape tribal. I really do hope I can continue to avoid tribal so that I can get as far into this to make it to the more individual stage of this game.
DAISY
https://youtu.be/3kCYnxDIdQY
TRIBAL COUNCIL
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