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yoonjinkooked · 5 years

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Daddy Day Care | Chapter 1

pairing; jungkook/female OC genre; fluff, romcom, smutty in the future, Dad!Jungkook rating; explicit (IN FUTURE CHAPTERS ONLY, not yet) words; total so far (4752)

— synopsis; Jeongguk is your average 25-year-old - job, work, friends - everything regular. Except, he has a 5 year old daughter. And he’s single. Until a “princess” waltzes into his life.

warnings for this chapter: You will want to have Jungkook’s children. Eunmi is adorkable. SlutJin. Banter. Cursing. Oh and I borrowed two Mamamoo members for this story too.

CHAPTER 1

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“Your hair looks weird, dad.”

I open my eyes, only to find Eunmi just a few inches away from me, eyes glued to the top of my head. Her cheeks are puffy, telling me she woke up minutes ago. Of course she did – she can’t sit still for minutes. I look behind her, at the clock and sigh, confirming my suspicions.

“It’s 6:30AM Eunmi. Why?” I grunt.

“I was bored,” she shrugs. “Your hair really looks weird, dad. Can we have bacon for breakfast?”

“Breakfast can wait a little bit,” I reach for her and snuggle her on top of me. “Now you’re gonna cuddle with dad for a while.”

“You just want to sleep more, not cuddle,” she laughs at me.

“No,” I laugh, squishing her closer to my chest. “But I always want to cuddle with my little girl.”

“No, you just want to sleep.”

“You’re five, you shouldn’t be this smart.”

“That’s your and mom’s fault,” I can feel her shrugging her tiny shoulders. “Are we going to see Uncle Jin today? Will he come over?”

“I’m pretty sure Uncle Jin is busy today honey, it’s a Sunday,” I sigh, knowing damn well that Jin is most definitely recovering from the night before. Almost six years ago, around the time when I found out that Eunmi was on her way into my world, I have accepted that Jin and I have changed our roles completely.

I’m the younger brother – I should be the one partying and fucking random girls while Jin should be the one who’s spending his nights looking up Youtube tutorials on how to make different kinds of braids, because he was working like an idiot all day to be able to pay for pre-school.

“Uncle Jin is never busy enough for me,” Eunmi concludes and honestly, she isn’t wrong. At this point in Jin’s life, Eunmi might just be the only other female apart from our mom that Jin actually cares for. Much like every adult in her near vicinity, she has him wrapped around her tiny pinky.

“You’re really not gonna let me sleep, are you?” I ask, ruffling her hair a little bit.

“Nope,” she announces. “I love you.”

“I love you too honey,” I laugh, already accepting that I’m really going to have to get up at 6:30. “So what is it that you wanna eat? Bacon? And what else?”

“Just bacon is good.”

She resembles me too much.

With a grunt, I get up and let her drag me to the kitchen. It took her less time to eat the bacon than it took me to prepare it. I smile as I focus on the cup in my hands, watching her run over to the living room and plant herself in front of the TV.

Cartoons and coffee can save any dad’s life. I get to have my caffeine medicine while Eunmi’s eyes are glued to the screen, watching a cartoon she’s probably already seen 10 times before.

I remember I used to be like that too. It didn’t matter how many times I’ve watched it – I would always laugh at the same scenes, same jokes. I don’t think that’s a trait special to me and her – I’m pretty sure every other five year old acts the same. But I only have one attached by the hip, thank god.

Cartoon time also is a good time for parent conversations – the kid is too focused on an animated cat to listen to grown up stuff. Which is exactly why my phone rang at the perfect moment.

“Morning,” I answer the call, pausing to drink my coffee. “Everything okay?”

“Yep,” she answers, and I can her she’s running around, doing something around her house. “Did you pick Eunmi up from the birthday party?”

“No, I left her there,” I deadpan. “See, I knew I was missing something but like always, sleep was simply more important.”

“Not funny, jackass,” she still laughs. “Did Jinyoung’s mom bug you again?”

“Why did I even tell you about that?” I sigh, regretting it again, for the hundredth time. More often than not, I say things without thinking and again, more often than not, I end up regretting it greatly.

“Because you were too scared to pick Eunmi up from a play date and you asked me to do it,” she laughs at me. “But seriously, if that woman keeps bugging you, you need to do something about it.”

“I sent in Namjoon to pick her up along with Jiyoo while I waited outside,” I admit.

“How very grown up and mature of you Jungkook.”

“I’d like to see you if Jinyoung’s dad offered to-“

“Okay, okay, enough,” she laughs. “Did she have fun?”

“I spent 30 minutes trying to get the face paint off of her face, you tell me,” I sigh, remembering that I have to wash half of the bathroom today before it remains colored.

“Yep, I know enough. I was going to ask you something. Can you take care of her for the next for days straight? I’ll be in Taiwan until Wednesday, my boss called me last night, he needs a translator and the bastard is too cheap to pay for one, so he just assumes I’d volunteer to do it. If you can’t do it, I’ll drop her off at mom and dad’s.”

“No, it’s okay,” I tell her, mentally going over my plans for this week. “I don’t have anything other than work this week so it’s okay.”

“Are you sure?” she checks.

“Yuki, she’s my kid too,” I laugh. “Not a plant that’s a nuisance to water.”

“I know but we planned it differently and I don’t want to be unfair,” she sighs.

“Yuki, don’t worry about it, okay?” I interrupt her, not wanting her to feel bad about this. “We have joint custody for a reason. It’s not the first time we’ve changed plans. If I couldn’t do it, I’d tell you.”

“Thanks,” she sighs in relief. “It’s just so annoying. I’m still trying to find a better company.”

“I know you are,” I mumble. “But don’t worry about it. We could co-parent for five years without any major issues. So just relax, do your trip and you can pick her up when you come back.”

“Can I talk to her? What’s she’s doing?”

“Well, I’m not sure – Tom and Jerry might be more interesting than you are, but I’ll check,” I can hear her cursing me. “Eunmi, come on, Mom wants to talk to you.”

Of course, she runs and drops the cartoon instantly. I laugh at her as she starts talking about everything that she wants us to do while Mom is away on a business trip. It might be bitter-sweet for Yuki to listen to, since she’ll be stuck in business meetings for four whole days, but what can she do?

As long as Eunmi doesn’t suffer, I’m okay with everything. She wasn’t even a year old when Yuki and I called it quits, so she can’t remember – if she can’t remember, she can’t miss it. Despite that, both Yuki and I have been bending over backwards to try and compensate for the fact that she’s growing up with separated parents.

That’s what I admire about Yuki. Our love died a very long time ago, but not once did she let it stop her from being a good mom and just a decent human being. If I was the only one being like that, I don’t even want to imagine how that would feel like.

There are horrible parents left and right. Dads that don’t care about their kids, don’t pay alimony, don’t spend enough time with them. Moms that don’t let dads see their kids, moms more focused on themselves and not their kid. I’ve seen a lot of that from the nuts parents I sometimes have to socialize with – the only normal group are Namjoon and Yoongi hyung and their wives. And while Yuki and I are not exactly the ideal example, we’re doing a damn good job.

Both of us managed to graduate while having a baby and not being together. Both of us have decent jobs. Both of us can put differences aside and work together for our little girl.

Would it be easier if we were together? Surely. But love died. We weren’t for each other and we were absolutely not ready for being parents. But we managed. Somehow, we managed. Maybe our relationship was the price we paid for that but hell, I’d pay it again.

As long as Eunmi doesn’t suffer in any way, I’m good.

“And then we’re going to watch ‘Frozen’,” Eunmi rolls her eyes. “Yes, again. Okay. Okay. I love you too mom. Here’s dad,” she gives me the phone back, not pausing for a second before running off to the TV.

“All good?” I ask Yuki.

“Yeah, I’m just gonna miss her,” she sighs.

“It’s four days, not four years. You’ll live.”

“You cried the first time I took her with me after a weekend with you,” Yuki points out.

“We do not talk about that,” I remind her.

“You’re a pain in the ass but you’re one hell of a dad,” she chuckles. “Take care of her, call me if you need anything and don’t forget to give her vitamins. Two in-“

“In the morning,” I laugh. “Again, I’m her father, not her babysitter. Relax, deep breaths and have a safe trip. You can call whenever, facetime her.”

“Thanks Kook, I’ll call you guys tonight.”

“Talk to you then,” I end the call, finishing the rest of my coffee in one gulp. “Come on Eunmi, we need to get you dressed,” I announce.

“Where are we going?” her tiny little face lights up. No wonder, the kid is a firecracker. A type of kid that likes pirates more than princesses, but still asks to watch Frozen. A kid that will try to climb a tree but then run to me in tears if she scrapes her knee. She loves an adventure but often regrets it.

“We’re going to wake Uncle Jin up,” I laugh when I see how big her smile became. She loves Uncle Jin just as much as she loves me, if not more. “He might be hungover, but Uncle duties are calling him.”

“Okay,” she grabs my hand and I take her to her room, to find some clothes for today. “Dad?”

“Hmm?”

“What does hungover mean?”

Shit.

...

I check once again, leaning over to look at her sleepy face. Sure enough, her lips are parted as she snuggles into the pillow that’s almost as big as her.

Slowly, I close the door, careful not to rouse her awake – if she doesn’t get her afternoon nap, Eunmi gets cranky. Uber cranky. Super, mega, ultra uber cranky. She’s a true angel for 95% of the time but the 5%? Good lord have mercy on my soul.

So yeah, she needs to nap and we need to be quiet.

“She’s out,” I tell Seokjin in a low voice as I join him back in the living room, laughing when I see him looking as if he’s going to fall asleep at any given second. He is one step away from turning into that Tom&Jerry gif where the cat is putting toothpicks between his eyelids to keep his eyes open. “Your night was rougher than usual, I see?”

“Yes indeed,” he grunts as he sinks deeper down the couch. “I had to do my strut of shame halfway from across the town.”

“Why didn’t you just sleep over?” I ask as I make a place for myself on the armchair, also known as the most uncomfortable armchair in the history of mankind. Jin has a thing for fancy, modern furniture, which means that every surface in his apartment is sharp and black, including said armchair.

“Because I’ve found out a bit too late that she has a boyfriend.”

“Ouch.”

“Not really,” he shrugs. “She’s the one who cheated, not me. I didn’t know. I just didn’t want to stick around and get my ass kicked because she’s a cheater.”

“How long do you think you’ll be able to keep up with this, huh?” I ask, out of pure curiosity. I have no right to judge him but I have the right to try to understand. “You’re 28 and you can’t settle down.”

“Why should I?” he asks, and honestly, his question is as good as mine.

“I’m just wondering how you’re not tired of that?” I shrug. “I mean, your life is always the same. It’s been the same for years. Random girls every weekend. I get that it can be fun every now and then but all the time? Don’t you just get tired of it?”

“I do get tired. And when I get tired, I don’t go out,” he shrugs his shoulders, closing his eyes and sighing as he makes himself more comfortable on the couch. “Settling down isn’t always ideal. Look at you.”

“What’s wrong with me?” I ask and judging by the snort Jin lets out, a lot of things are wrong with me. “Say what you want to say about my life but Eunmi is the best possible thing that could have happened to me.”

“I never said anything about Eunmi,” Jin sits up suddenly, glaring at me. “That little girl is the best thing that happened to me and she’s only my niece. Plus she’s way cooler than you are.”

“She’s five,” I roll my eyes. “And if you didn’t refer to her, what did you refer to?”

“Settling down didn’t really work out for you, did it?” he lets a chuckle. “You have the sweetest kid on the entire planet and you’re a good dad – but what about you? You had Yuki and you wanted to settle down, now you’ve been single for 4 years. Your amazing dad skills have absolutely nothing to do with your inability to get your dick wet.”

“Okay, you’re exaggerating,” I deadpan. “I did go on a few dates and I did have sex with-“

“It was two years ago!” he yells at me and I shush him, not wanting him to wake Eunmi up. He rolls his eyes but when he continues talking, his voice is lowered. “It was two years ago Kookie. I get it, I really do. Eunmi has been your priority since day one, as she should be. But you’re 25 years old Jungkook. 25. You should have a life. I get that co-parenting with an ex isn’t easy and I know you have better things to do most of the time, but when will you ever think about yourself? What are you gonna do, be alone until Eunmi goes to college?”

“If that’s what happens, I’m okay with it,” I confirm it, causing Jin to shake his head in what appears to be disappointment. “It’s just not happening Jin. It’s not happening. I don’t have time to go and meet people. I work and I get home and I’m tired and I do have hobbies. And whenever I have a day off, I am with my daughter because no matter what happens, she comes first. There’s no time to go out and date and be a regular 25-year-old because regular 25-year-olds don’t have daycare to pay for and a college fund to save for and tea parties to have on weekends with stuffed and fuzzy rabbits!”

“It’s that way because you want it to be that way.”

“No, it’s that way because it happened that way,” I tell him. “None of this was planned. We never planned on having Eunmi but when we got her, god, I was the happiest man alive. I never planned of doing this whole co-parenting shit – but it happened. I didn’t think I’d ever break it off with Yuki, especially not after we had a kid but it happened. It’s the way it is and I’m fine with it because no matter what I do in life, Eunmi will always be the best thing that ever happened to me.”

“I’m not saying that she isn’t,” Jin rolls his eyes. “I’m saying that every now and then, you need to remind yourself that you’re not just a dad, but also a guy. A regular guy.”

“I don’t have time to be a regular guy!”

“Then make it!” Jin all but yells at me again, earning another glare. “This Friday. Yuki will be back from the trip, she’ll want to be with Eunmi, you don’t work weekends. You have no excuse. This weekend, you and I are going out, you’re going to get laid and come Saturday morning, back to being a Dad you go.”

“Hyung-“

“Don’t hyung me,” Jin glares at me. “Or yes, hyung me. I’m you’re hyung and you will listen. You will go out and have fun and find a random girl and remember that you’re more than just a dad.”

I know that he has a point, I truly do. Just that when I say I don’t have time, I really don’t have time. Not the time, nor the energy and not even the opportunity to meet someone.

But he has me now. Eunmi will be with Yuki this weekend and I have no good excuse up my sleeve.

“Fine.”

…

“But dad!”

I laugh at her whining – she even went the extra length and stomped her little foot on the ground.

We’re having a cranky morning, that’s for sure – when I did her hair, I thought she might just bite my hand off. She was sulky during the drive and now she doesn’t want to go to go into the kindergarten.

“Don’t but me,” I warn her, feeling fatherly pride when she doesn’t react in any way – I have zero authority in me so it’s nice to see that at least my five year old is buying it. “You have to go to kindergarten, sweetie. And I have to go to work. You know I’d much rather spend time with you but kindergarten is non-negotiable.”

“What does non-negotble mean?”

I do my best to hide my smile at her mispronunciation, not wanting to hurt her feelings. “It means you do what I say.”

“But dad!”

“But Eunmi!” I whine, laughing when her frown turns into a scolding one. “We’ll do something super fun when we get home. I promise. Now run along.”

“You’re very mean today but I still love you,” she announces before turning around and running into the building.

“I love you too!” I yell after her. I’m mean. Wow. I suppose I’d better get used to it, I’m pretty sure she’s going to hate me when she gets to her teens. The joy of parenthood no one warns you about.

“She isn’t feeling you today, is she?” I turn around, startled for a second, only to realize it’s Hyejin, waving at her daughter as she follows Eunmi into the school.

“Nope, she isn’t,” I laugh. “I honestly don’t know how you and Namjoon plan to handle two,” I chuckle, remembering how both of them told me that they’re planning on at least two.

“Ah, step by step my sweet, summer child,” she laughs as she gets on her tiptoes to ruffle my hair. “Leave your Saturday free, you’re coming over to our place. We’re celebrating me getting older yet again.”

“I still have to see if Eunmi will be with Yuki all weekend or if-“

“Bring her too,” Hyejin laughs. “The kids can have a sleepover while the few of us drink, eat and complain about anything and everything.”

“You sure? I have a lot to complain about.”

“We all do, my sweet summer child,” she does it again, ruffles my hair as if I’m an actual kid. Well, compared to her I just might be. They’re only a few years older than I am but she and Namjoon have their life under complete control. Control that I can only hope to have one day.

“Fine,” I agree, knowing that this outing won’t be as wild as whatever Jin has planned. “What should I bring you? Any special birthday wishes?”

“Nothing, anything,” she shrugs and walks away, before stopping suddenly after just two steps. “Just don’t get me anything with my age written on it. We’re not talking about that.”

“Deal,” I laugh and wave at her as I get into my car.

I brace myself for the work day ahead. I brace myself for the afternoon of watching Frozen or something I have already seen 20 times before. I brace myself for Friday, despite knowing absolutely nothing can prepare me for Jin’s antics. And now I even have to brace myself for Saturday, when I’m expected to socialize with grown adults and act like I belong there.

I don’t. I might have a job, I might have a kid and yeah, my age is there but nope.

I just have no idea what I’m doing. I’m stuck in the permanent state of ‘winging it’.

What a life.

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call-me-nerdy · 5 years

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Felix doesn't have "Vacations"

Felinette November Day 4; Vacation

It's late, sorry.

So I had a vague idea of what to do, but it went off the rails real quick. I'm not proud of the ending, but I'll live.

I couldn't finish this yesterday because of well, school. So I'll probably do a double update one of these days to catch up on schedule.

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Felix Agreste is endearing.

Semestral break crept up on Felix like a fox stalking an unsuspecting prey; slow and steady before pouncing on him with a hectic onslaught of extracurricular activities on his schedule.

Felix would say he was merely inconvenienced by the numerous 'hobbies' his mother had requested him to partake in, but that didn't mean he wasn't overwhelmed by her overeager plans.

The timetable was light in his hands, though it honestly seemed to weigh him down with every task that was printed on the pristine, white paper. Felix scanned the letters in disdain, a faint throbbing started to grow at the back of his head.

A modeling gig on Monday, followed by a violin recital on Tuesday. Wednesday entails a whole day rehearsal with the local Chamber Orchestra, and we are set to perform on Friday at night. I have to assist with the fencing classes on Thursday, and another modeling event on Friday afternoon before the performance. Add my daily study sessions and the projects I have to finish into the mix, and I'm positive that this is impossible to achieve.

Felix bit back a groan. He knew how awfully ambitious his mother could get, but even he had to admit that this was edging on to overkill at this point. The thought of Monday alone l was enough to drown his mind with poisonous dread– draining Felix of the motivation that he tried desperately to keep. It didn't help that these kinds of events were already preplanned appointments, locking Felix out of any opportunity to just *ditch* them in favor of laying on his bed with an absurd amount of sweets. Felix pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering words of frustration under his breath.

"Grumpy today, aren't we. What's on your mind?" The familiar voice rang clear, the scent of freshly baked bread tickled his nose. Felix looked up to meet cheeky, bluebell eyes staring back. Marinette smiled at him, a tray of freshly baked croissants in her hands.

Felix inhaled the aroma, savoring the phantom taste of croissants on his tongue. He sighed, reaching out for a croissant. "Keen-eyed as ever, Dupain-Cheng." Felix quickly retracted his arm when Marinette slapped it away.

"Not until you tell me why you're grumbling over there." She set the tray on the table, and with a swift movement, plopped down on the seat in front of Felix.

"My mother gave me my schedule for the week today. And because it's semestral break, she took extra care to make my vacation, and I quote, productive." Felix emphasized his point with air quotes, handing the paper to Marinette. "And as much as it is a nuisance, her overeager involvement in my extracurricular activities is barely an uncommon occurence."

Marinette winced, "Wow. This is overkill. Is this even a vacation anymore?"

"It's an eyesore." Felix grumbled, taking a croissant from the tray. The pastry broke easily in his mouth. Flaky and crisp, it melted into raw happiness on his tongue.

Marinette giggled, "Well, best of luck to you. I bet you can't even survive 'til next week without me." she challenged.

Felix clicked his tongue, "Oh, please. I may have a hectic schedule, but it's still a vacation from seeing you tripping on air every five minutes." he rolled his eyes, taking another bite of his croissant.

Marinette stuck out her tongue, "Maybe so. But admit it, you can't live without me for a whole week." she said as she took a croissant for herself

"Keep on dreaming, Dupain-Cheng. I can survive very well without your cheeky comments." Felix scoffed, only to recieve Marinette's smug smirk in return.

"We'll see, Agreste." She giggled, "We'll see."

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Marinette didn't like liars. In fact, she openly despised them.

Perhaps her hatred for untruths stemmed from her strong sense of justice; a trait that, although it was already prominent in her life before Ladybug, was carefully nurtured and encouraged by Tikki to the point that it was nearly a fault. Marinette wouldn't have it any other way.

Yes, she may lie on a semi-regular basis, but it was only always when she needed to get away to transform into Paris' superhero, Ladybug. Marinette hated lying almost as she hated liars themselves. And so when she came to the conclusion that she loved teasing Felix Agreste, who was she to deny the truth? Denying it would've made her as bad as Lila Rossi, and Marinette absolutely refused to be likened to that witch.

She couldn't help herself. Felix was the stereotypical 'Ice King' at surface level: cold, reserved, and refused to show any weakness at all costs. So seeing his pale cheeks rapidly color a shade of pink, and him trying so desperately and failing to fight the flush everytime that she jested and poked fun at his little quirks, – It was not only hilarious, but outright endearing.

Felix Agreste is endearing.

Last week was no different.

Felix arrived earlier than usual at the bakery. Hell, she had only woken up about thirty minutes prior to her Papa announcing that a friend was asking for her downstairs. Marinette scrambled to make herself presentable, and went downstairs rather chaotically with a few fresh bruises on her ankles. Armed with a tray of freshly baked croissants, she scurried to their usual table only to see Felix looking awfully grumpy in his seat — well, grumpier than he usually was. Marinette may be a sometimes most of the time, tripping over her feet and bumping into random objects. But make no mistake, that despite all her shortcomings, she was observant. Observant enough to notice the frustration that shaped Felix's frown and his troubled countenance as he bit down on his lip. She had noticed his narrowed eyes, scrunched up nose and the way his fists tightly clenched the paper he glared at so furiously.

And so she greeted him heartily, hiding her concern when she asked why he looked so glum.

Apparently, his mother had filled his whole week with events. A photoshoot here, a rehearsal there, it all seemed so taxing. Felix had claimed that his mother was merely 'overeager', and that he had survived such schedules multiple times in his past. Marinette would've voiced her opinion of his mother expecting too much from him, but she ultimately decided to bite back her assumptions until after she had actually met Ms. Agreste. Instead, she did the best she could to lift his spirits with a few innocent jokes.

When he left, she made sure to give him a bag full of sweet pastries to lighten his mood. She knew how that boy loved sugar.

She continued to send some pastries to him everyday, with little cheeky notes sneakily attached to the inside of the paper bags. Macarons, pain au chocolats, croissants, cookies and even straight up chocolate arrived to his doorstep every morning. Yes, every morning. Marinette had forced herself to wake up every Seven AM just to make the poor boy some sweets. Tikki teased her about it for hours.

Maman and Papa are rubbing off on her.

Nevertheless, she just wished that Felix wouldn't get hospitalized over exhaustion. Actually, Marinette prayed that he would be alive on their next Sunday Afternoon meetup.

Which was today.

Felix entered the bakery with a subtle skip in his step, gray eyes frantically scanning the whole room in search of something.

Of someone.

When Felix finally met her gaze, Marinette could've sworn that *relief* flickered in his eyes.

The boy walked hastily to their table, sitting across Marinette,

"A bit enthusiastic today, are you?Welcome back." Marinette handed him a cup of hot chocolate.

He took the cup, and nodded. Now that was strange, Marinette thought. She was so used to him having witty comebacks for her every bite. Why was Felix acting so bashful?

"Thank you for the pastries." He finally said, his voice was slow and uncertain.

"You're welcome! It's no problem at all!"

"..."

He was silent again.

"Hey, Fé. Is something wrong?" Marinette asked him gently. Her worry grew every second that Felix maintained his averted gaze.

She frowned. Did he have a fever? If he did, then he shouldn't have come here! Marinette reached over the table to put her hand on Felix's forehead.

Felix drew back in surprise, pink started to appear on the skin of his neck up to his cheeks.

"Do you have a fever, Fé?

Felix forced a scoff, "I... am perfectly fine, Dupain-Cheng."

She deadpanned, "It doesn't look like it."

"W-well, I am." Did Felix just stutter?

"Then why weren't you answering me?" Marinette frowned. Felix being unsure of himself was strange.

A guilty look flashed on Felix's expression, "... My apologies, Marinette. I was simply... panicked because of our previous conversation."

Marinette's eyes widened, "Oh my God."

"Yes, I– what?"

"You actually used my name!" She squealed, a grin stretching across her lips.

"I..." He trailed off, the pink on his skin grew a few shades darker.

Marinette gaped. Felix Agreste; Resident Salt King, honor student, overachiever, sharp-tongued, cool and collected Felix Agreste, was right in front of her with no witty comeback, as red as a tomato, avoiding her eyes and pouting? In what world?!

Then it hit her.

Felix was pouting.

She cackled. Uncontrollably cackled.

Oh my gosh, that's adorable.

"Pfft, Ahaha! Y-you should see your f-face!" Marinette wheezed, clutching her stomach in laughter.

Felix sat in front of her, his face was all red.

She gasped for breath, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Marinette wiped a tear. She cleared her throat, "Why were you worried?"

Felix took a deep breath, "Through a number of contemplations, as well as evidence of a few peculiar moments in the week, I have deducted that you were correct in your prediction." Felix sped through his sentence.

"Uhm, what?" Marinette could barely understand his overly convoluted words; he was more verbose than usual, an air of uncharacteristic awkwardness surrounded him.

"AllthroughouttheweekIfeltthattherewasalwayssomethinglackinginmyeverydaylifeIhadnoonetotalktoandgivemewittyremarksandthiscausedmetobescoldedsomanytimesbecauseIkeptspacingoutand—" Marinette's eyes widened.

"Felix, slow down!"

"Idon'tknowwhatI'mfeelingbecauseI'vebeverreallyhadarelationshipwithanyoneaboveacquaintancesandIdon'tevenknowifyouconsidermeafriendand–"

Marinette stood up and pinched his cheek.

"Felix! Calm. Down!" She cried. Felix snapped out of his wordy breakdown.

"Apologies." Felix cleared his throat.

He was worried about a previous conversation they had? She was correct in her predictions? What in the world–

Oh. Marinette thought back on their last meetup.

Ohhh.

"Wait. Are you saying that you missed me?" Marinette couldn't stop the glee that bubbled frantically in her chest.

Felix looked at his hands, "I... If that is the term, t-then I suppose so."

Marinette almost squealed.

"Oh my Kw- that was adorable." She gushed, pinching Felix's cheeks once more.

"Hmmpf–" His face glowed scarlet at this point, Felix his flustered expression behind cupped hands.

Felix Agreste is endearing, and Marinette couldn't understand why anyone would think otherwise.

#Felinette #Felix Agreste #Marinette Dupain-Cheng #ml #Miraculous Ladybug #No Creepy Adrien Clone #Felinette Month #Felinette November #Day 4 #Prompt #Vacation #Fluff #So much fluff

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Have a very dry sense of humor and that would probably be a good selling point for you 4. He's big and intimidating, so when you're in "MUST PROTECT" mode he could help you defend your loved ones the way you'd probably try to defend his 5. You're a nerd and he desperately needs to catch up in pop culture = win win situation :). Now, about me: I'm not very tall (about 5'3") and I'm a brunette. Personality wise I'm known to be quite intelligent, ambitious, determined, caring and fussy over (2/ )

Friend's health, both physical and mental. I also try to be helpful whenever I can and I'm a very sarcastic and sassy human being. People often come to me when they need something analysed critically and meticulously, I'm very clinical when giving advice to my friends. I can also be proud, arrogant, petty, stubborn and too scared of change (specifically big or sudden changes). My dream is to one day become a lawyer and use the system to better people's life any way I can, if I made onePerson's life better I could probably die happy. I'm not the best at anything physical, which is why I don't really do much sport and I have been considered both shy and abrasive (somehow), so you can guess I'm not a social butterfly either. My hobbies include reading, watching and overanalyzing films and series and learning about random things just for the sake of it (particularly History). My MBTI is ISTJ, my enneagram is 6w5 (613 tritype), my Hogwarts house is Ravenclaw and my Ilvermorny house is Wampus (as I said, I can be a bit of a warrior as long as nothing physical is involved). Also, I think I forgot to mention that I'm a straight female, so sorry about that 😅. Thanks a lot in advance for doing this, you're really great!!! 💙💙💙

I legit have NEVER met an enneagram 6, so hey! That’s really cool!

Ship: FINN FINN FINN FINN. I feel it sooo strongly.

Brotp: Rey

Allegiance: Resistance

Force user?: Yes. You even sound like you’d be a Jedi based on your description. Intelligent, ambitious, meticulous, sacrificial & unselfish sounds like some pretty fantastic traits for a Jedi.

Headcanons:

As a force-sensitive individual, you were very quickly “drafted” into the very beginnings of the Resistance. They sought you out and begged you to join them and you did not take a lot of convincing given your ideas on justice and aiding others. It was the right thing to do. Despite your age being generally “too old” for Jedi training by the time you joined, Leia took you under her wing and taught you everything she could to help you harness your force sensitivity and use it to its fullest potential.

Finn admired you from the moment he knew you. Your sense of what’s right and what you stand for and, yet, never being afraid to admit your faults was something he admired deeply-- and related to. He, after all, was fresh out of leaving the First Order because of his empathy and sense of right and wrong. He also found you to be a total badass with your force sensitivity... And he might’ve found you to be just maybe a tiny bit beautiful...

Your first impression of Finn was a mixed one. I mean, he was a STORMTROOPER and now he’s just here? You were very wary of him at first, keeping a very close eye on him for anything suspicious. Sure, if his whole story was really accurate then it was very noble of him. But you weren’t quick to buy it. No one was going to have a CHANCE at harming your found family.

But then came the Invasion of Takodana. You were on the ground, the electrostaff of the Stormtrooper above you coming dangerously close to you as it clashed against your lightsaber. You were feeling weaker and weaker, your arms about to give out from the pressure coming from above. But then the pressure went away as you saw a lightsaber come through the trooper’s armor. It was Finn. He was rolled off to the side and a hand was lowered down to you. You took it gratefully, starting to regret your distrust of him. And, not having seen a lot of other Jedi in your life, it was really kinda nice to watch someone wield a lightsaber. It was kind of attractive honestly... He was kind of attractive, you thought. You apologized for your suspicion towards him as soon as you were both free from danger and that you respected his sacrifices for what was right and his courage and boy oh boy did his heart eyes just grow by that much more. You were fast friends after that and there were bets being made around base on how long it would take for you two to get together.

#star wars ship #nonny #thanks for giving me social interaction

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BENJAMIN ‘BENJI’ LEVI CLARINGTON is an EIGHTEEN year old FRESHMAN who lived in QUEBEC, CND before coming to attend Joie University. HE is majoring in DANCE WITH A FOCUS IN BALLET and is minoring in EDUCATION. Some believe he looks like TOM HOLLAND, but Benji just doesn’t see it. Benji is currently a TAKEN character.

STUDENT CENSUS RESPONSE:

What made you want to attend Joie University? “Two big reasons! First off, I really wanted to go to school in America. As much as I love Canada, I really don’t feel like the dancing programs we have there really compare to the programs that you can find in the States. Secondly, I wanted to go to the same school as my big brother Hunt. He’s, like, basically my biggest role model, so what easier way to make him proud than to go to the same school as him? (Also, I kinda just missed him being around everyday.)”

What are at least 3 positive or neutral and at least 3 negative traits that you believe you possess? ”Okay. So positively, I feel like I’m really empathetic. Like, I see and understand what others are feeling. I also think I’m fairly conscientious when it comes to most things. Learning physical forms like Krav Maga and ballet… you seriously to disciplined, and I feel like a lot of that comes from being bound to your conscience–which then rolls back into the way you treat people. My third positive trait is also neutral and kinda negative, depending on the situation: I’m a loyal dude. Like, to a fault. And while it’s nice at time, it also sometimes puts me in situations I’d rather not be. And, in the worst cases, it blows up in my face. For negative, I have one really big one: I’m short-tempered. Not always, but there are definitely times where I just… break. Hard. And it’s seemingly random and, honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if some people see it as kinda scary. I can’t really explain it… maybe I get it from my mom’s side. Another thing (one that I think is positive, honestly, although others don’t agree) is that I’m brazen. Like, I say what I mean, I wear what I feel… I’m an open book, as much as I can be, and although that’s great, it’s also just… not, y’know? My other negative trait is that I’m immature a lot of the time. I’m not denying it, but I’m also just kinda questioning why that’s negative? I mean, who wants to drink black coffee and read newspapers all day? I’m 18 and I look like I’m 15, sorry not sorry that I wanna get tipsy and dance to Rihanna in my bedroom all day.”

Which of your traits do you value most? “My loyalty. It gets me in trouble, but y’know what? That’s okay. If I feel something is worth part of me, I’ll give all of me. And I think that’s admirable.”

How can that trait benefit the University (or its student body) as a whole? “I mean, I think I kinda already explained that! Loyalty means sticking together. Because, y’know, teamwork makes the dream work–all that jazz.”

What do you hope to gain from your experience at JU? “A badass dance education, an even closer relationship with Hunt, a bunch of new friends, a soulmate, a new boyfriend, someone who’ll help me pick out clothes for a whole new wardrobe, a big break for my dream career, a pet dog once I’m able to live in Sylvester Apartments… I mean, basically I want JU to be the beginning of the rest of my life.”

What is a quote or song lyric that describes you? “'They tell us from the time we’re young, to hide the things that we don’t like about ourselves, inside ourselves. I know I’m not the only one, who spent so long attempting to be someone else. Well I’m over it. I don’t care if the world knows what my secrets are.’” ~Secrets by Mary Lambert.”

ADDITIONAL HEADCANONS:

Although identifying as wholly cis-male, Benji has never had trouble using his clothing to express himself. Sometimes, he can be found wearing a straight-forward outfit of a hoodie and a pair of jeans. Other times, he’s seen wearing a skirt and his newest pair of Converse chucks. It just depends.

Benji is actually a product of Benji and Hunter’s father having an affair. Benji’s mother actually tried to keep her pregnancy a secret, but once this all came to light, in true Clarington fashion, their father sued Ms. Adelman, using the best lawyers money could buy, and gained full custody of Benji. Ms. Adelman was allowed very strict visitation rights for the first few years of Benji’s life, but not much after that. As a result, Benji has never seen Ms. Adelman as an actual mom and the two don’t stay in touch.

However, Benji decided at a young age that he was going to practice his biological mother’s religion of Judaism. Although he is by no means a strict orthodox, there are still a number of Jewish traditions that Ben makes a point to practice–such as avoiding pork, attending services every Friday, and never being seen without his kippah. He also attended Hebrew School when he was younger and, thanks to the Claringtons being well off, he was able to pay for tutors that taught him both Hebrew and Yiddish. As far as values go, Benji’s relationship with YHWH is one of the most (if not the most) important things to him.

Unlike Hunter, since Benji was a result of infidelity and Mr. Clarington felt a little guilty about suing Benj’s mom for full custody–she was an expensive escort, and Mr. Clarington knew Benji would have a much better life with him–he did give Benji some liberties growing up. As long as Benji did Krav Maga and kept up with his studies, he was allowed other things he wanted (expensive ballet classes, tutors to learn Hebrew and Yiddish, any video game console he wanted, etc.).

Since the age of 7, Benji has been practicing ballet and other dance styles and his main career goal is to be a dancer/gymnastics performer of Cirque du Soleil. Once he retires, he wants to buy and run a dance studio of his own.

Benji is a polyglot–he is fluent in English, Hebrew, Yiddish, and Canadian French

#taken #male #biography #clarington

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quilloftheclouds · 5 years

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11/11/11 (... x7???)

You guys really love this tag game, huh? XD Tagged by @madammuffins, @bigmoodword, @shadeshadow234, @writeouswriter, @bookenders, @kaisha-writes, and @penzag.

Rules: Answer 11 (77 in this case??) questions, tag 11 people, write 11 new questions.

Taggin’ taggin’ @scottishhellhound @i-rove-rock-n-roll @capricious-writes @writerlyclaire @bookenders @kidsarentallwrite @inexorableblob @vieliwrites @abalonetea @runningonrain @candy687

Oof. It’s my own fault for letting these gather dust for so long. QUICKFIRE QUESTION ROUND. (And super duper long post below the cut.)

Okay first up I’m gonna post up my 11 questions for tagged people to complete up here so y’all don’t have to scroll all the way through my nonsense:

1. Put yourself in your wip(s). Are you dead? Why or why not? 2. What is your favourite kind of scene to write? 3. What genre is your favourite to write in? 4. What genre do you want to/wish you could write in? 5. Which of your ocs outfits would you consider wearing yourself? 6. What’s the worst thing you’ve done to your ocs (out of context if spoilers)? 7. What’s the nicest thing you’ve done to your ocs? 8. Does your writing style have any characteristic traits? What are they? 9. What are three things you think you’re good at in writing? (NO SKIPPING OF THIS QUESTION ALLOWED) 10. Do you listen to music/white noise while writing? What kind? 11. Come up with joke titles for your wips. What are they?

And now let’s get started!

Do you title your chapters, why/why not? Do they pertain to what happens in the chapter or are they random? I do! I may actually post them all up at some point, I had a lot of fun coming up with them, and I find them clever? A lot of them are puns, it’s great. All except the first and last chapter are titled with one word, related to the ocean or ships, alluding and symbolizing something that happens in that chapter. I made it a sort of word search, too, since every chapter title appears somewhere important in that chapter! As for why? I think it adds to the reading experience, especially with the way I employ them!

Do your main characters seem to have common traits or characteristics? Uhhhh, uh? Huh. Lemme see. I tried to be pretty creative and use a lot of variance in my characters, but sometimes they just... end up that way, whether I want them to or not. Dione and Phoenix are both tall? Both Phoenix and Colin can be pretty friendly and have the same sort of attitude towards certain things. Other than that, I’m not sure!

Why do you think this is? Honestly, it’s likely more coincidence than anything. Also because Phoenix and Colin both work on a ship’s crew, and they have to work well with other people because of that.

Do you borrow real life people or parts of real life people to insert into your novels? Why/why not? Yes. From me especially. Probably subconsciously from other people. It happens! But also, relatability. Accuracy.

Do you stick to a word count in your novels/chapters? Why? Used to, don’t now. It can really add to the tension if a chapter is very short. It can hold the reader in suspense if it’s very long!

What do you want your book to say to those who read it? What do you think your book says about you? Uh. I mean. I’m a simple writer who just likes sharing my worlds with the world, yunno? Maybe when I get further into writing it, I’ll realize what. (But I hope it shows I’m an interesting person that cares about representation and sharing exciting stories??? Mebe?)

If your WIP gets published and goes far would you sign over your rights for a movie adaptation, even if it means it gets butchered like the Eragon (or similar) series did? Ohhh gosh. Yeah no. I’d wait until I was sure it wouldn’t be. I’m not in this for the money or fame, I’m here for the enjoyment of it and the helping others through sharing stories with people they can relate to. Especially those that don’t have much to relate to already.

What is your favorite kind of character chemistry to write? Sexual tension, anger, resentment, jealousy? What about it do you like so much? I really like softness. Someone trying to cheer someone up, nice caring-ness and encouragement through humour and inside jokes. Gives me warm feelings. Oh. That sounds a lot like Colin.

Which settings are your favorites? Chill cafe, Gorey battle field? Why? I like natureeee. A lot. IRL and in writing. I especially enjoy fascinating, eccentric and magical seeming places even if they’re not magical! Think the Giant’s Causeway in Ireland, or the Ice Caves of Baffin Island. That sort of thing.

What element represents your main character and why? HAH SPOILERS. Elements play a major part of OSS, my friend. How about I just put the elements, and you decide who’s who. Earth, Fire, Storm, Forest.

If you could pick an AU for your WIP (alternate universe) for a fan work, what au would you choose and why would you choose it? AKJHKDJSH I’VE ALREADY PLANNED OUT MY OWN AUs, MY FRIEND. My fave at the moment is magical modern spies. Because a lot of my characters are immortal and I love to imagine what they would be like in modern times! ...Oh wait, that’s not what au means. -u-

1. Who was your first OC? Of One Siren’s Soul’s cast, Celestine! Overall, that I can remember... a German scientist/mechanical engineer named Suin Omera. Ah, so many memories. 2. What was the first story you ever wrote? That I can remember... a little short story for school about a girl who lost her dad and discovered he had been secretly living in the arctic for a long time so she goes to try and find him? I don’t remember much about it. ^^’ 3. What book (or other piece of media) has most inspired you? AH. Most??? Literally the unpublished books of my two closest friends. @waterfallwritings, I’m looking at you. >u> 4. How do you fight writer’s block? Badly. 5. What is your favorite genre to write in and why? Fantasy and sci-fi! Or a mix. You can find a more full answer here. 6. How would you describe your writing style? Uhhhh, I have a very action-y writing style? Unless the sort of mood requires, I don’t tend to use a lot of description and I more often focus on action and dialogue and character thoughts/narrative. It’s fitting to what I write, I suppose, because it’s an action packed pirate adventure, with a lot of focus on character. 7. In general, do you think you’d get along with your protagonists? Phoenix and Colin are nice. Dione maybe after a long while, since we both like literature and plants. Celestine... no one ever gets along with Celestine. 8. What do you love most about your WIPs? Oh. I uh. Wow. I only have one right now, but I like characters and their interactions and their thoughts on each other. But mostly I just love how far I’ve come already. That the wip even exists. ^^’ 9. What is your favorite character trope? Ah. Not good with tropes... I reblogged something on this a while ago, but that scene where someone spends forever taking out a comically massive amount of weapons from unexpected places on their person? That’s fun. 10. What is your least favorite character trope? Mmmm hmm. Hm. Mostly ones that discriminate or are based on negative stereotypes. Some of them can be done well, but not... many. 11. What’s an upcoming scene you’re excited to write? Someone’s gettin’ STABBED.

What was your first character like? See in an earlier question ^^^

What’s your most recent character like? Oh, this is neat. Who’s my most recent character? Uhhhh, um. I think it’s actually... I don’t have a name for them yet, but it’s a young siren that appears in book two that helps our main cast on their adventure!

Out of all of your characters, who’s the least human in appearance? Hehe. HEH. Oohhhh, this would definitely be Light. You don’t know who that is yet.

Who’s your worst character, and what would you do upon meeting them? Worst? The Scientist. Punch to the face.

If you could meet any of your characters, who would you choose? Uh. It’d be really cool to meet Forest! You don’t know who that is yet, either. ^^

Two of your characters from different WIPs meet! How do they get along? I don’t currently have another wip, but from my prospective wip at the moment, meeting... Celestine. Surprisingly it wouldn’t be the worst, because both would just start nerding out about each other’s technology.

Which out of your OCs just wants to live life out peacefully? George is so done with this trash.

Which one of your OCs is most definitely not living their life out peacefully? I want to say George again for the jokes, but the worst off at the moment is probably Dione. Sorry, Dione!

Is there any songs that make you think specifically of any of your characters? Ohhhh yeah. I’ll likely be making a full post for that at some point, and that’s also on each characters part of the wip page, but to save time, have this.

Which one of your OCs actually had a pretty good childhood? Dione had a relatively normal childhood, for the pretty-near equivalent of a princess. That is, of course, until she turned 24.

Who would have a fistfight with god out of spite? This actually happens. This ACTUALLY HAPPENS IN MY WIP. It’s Celestine.

1. What’s the weirdest thing you were ever inspired by for one of your WIPs?

Hmmmm, I mean tardigrades are pretty weird, right? Also awesome. They’re one of the most resilient known animals, able to survive both some of the highest AND the lowest temperatures known to have ever been survived by an organism? Awesome.

2. Do any of your OCs have famous face claims? If so, who are they?

Colin’s face claim is Booboo Stewart! He’s pretty famous?

3. What’s your favourite season and why?

Autumn. Pretty colours, perfect temperatures with a small jacket/sweater, and you get to experience the whole range of seasons from early Fall to late!

4. Do you have any superstitions?

Despite being a very logically, scientifically minded person... I am a Maritimer, and superstitions are huge. Never ever say before you go fishing that you’re definitely going to catch something. You’ll be skunked.

5. Rural, suburbs, city, in which do you live and which do you most often write about?

I guess I most write about rural, since... wait, what does the open ocean count as?? Anyways, I live in the suburbs.

6. What’s your favourite book series?

I dunno ‘bout favourites, but I like The Edge Chronicles by Paul Stewart and Chris Riddell.

7. Is there a book/series that ever left you intensely disappointed? (Or one that left you pleasantly surprised?)

Uh... I mean, The Hunger Games was actually really good, but I was disappointed by the public’s focus on the love triangle?

8. What’s one of the weirdest/funniest out of context lines from your WIPs?

“Don’t tell me the boatswain has got ‘imself into the rum store again.”

9. A movie/show that made you cry? (Unless you’re dead inside)

AHHAH I AM DEAD INSIDE AND TRULY A FICTIONAL SOCIOPATH. But, I think Simon Birch is one I can recall getting misty eyed from.

10. What movies or books or shows do you think are criminally underrated?

Uuhhhhhh Treasure Planet is one? I’m not good at this one. OH. You wanna know some shows I loved way too much from my childhood? Hot Wheels: Battle Force Five, and Storm Hawks. I was a terrible nerd.

11. Which fictional character would you like to steal borrow from any world for a crossover with your own WIP?

Ehheee, honestly, I could work with anything, pretty much. But the magic system colliding with the Avatar from The Last Airbender? Ehehehe, that would be hilarious.

Do you own and fun socks? What are they? My best friend love fun socks, and for my birthday she got me some: I have two pairs, a black pair with colourful gardening tools on them, and one with little labelled garden herbs on them. They’re adorable and I love them. ^u^

How many notebooks do you have? What do they look like? How full are they? HAH. SO MANY. Most are sketchbooks, but out of notebooks, I have... three? One’s for schoolwork, one’s full of old writing, and one is for OSS notes.

Grab the book nearest you. Turn to page 70 (or 16 if it’s a tiny book). What is the 8th line on that page? How do you feel about it? Brown Girl in the Ring by Nalo Hopkinson: I haven’t actually had the opportunity to start reading it yet, but here: “She’d never seen him at work, never experienced him as the type of person who could tend to another’s needs.” Considering I have no idea what’s going on... I have no idea?

Have you read any short stories? What’s your favorite? I’m not much of a short story reader, but there was a really cool one from a sci-fi compilation (that I can’t remember the name of). It was about time travelling and how it had already been invented, but because no one could ever go back in time, they could only go forward, no one had realized. It was kind of sad, now that I think of it, since the MCs ended up trying to travel back to their time when warned against it and they end up alone in the far future. Whoops.

Have you ever tried knitting? Do you still knit? What about other crafty things? What do you make? I tried it when I was back at home, but at the moment I don’t have the materials! As for crafts, I’m trying to get into bookbinding, card making... other sort of paper crafts. ^^

Of the books in your living space right now, which has the coolest cover? I’m sad now because I basically have no physical books here... aw. Um, The Cloud Collector’s Handbook by Gavin Pretor-Pinney is really pretty. Pastels and colourful skies and clouds are my favourite~

Do you know any camp songs? What did you used to sing in school, or at recess? Oh stars. I’m a Cub Scout Leader, my friend. OF COURSE I know camp songs. What did I used to sing in school? What’s the one with the “That’s the way, uh huh, uh huh/I like it, uh huh, uh huh” with the special clapping? That one. What’s that?

What’s your favorite fairy tale? How would you twist it? Well technically OSS includes some twists from The Little Mermaid, so does that count?

Are there any cool local events where you live? Ah, well daily we have the highest tides in the world. That’s pretty cool, huh?

What’s your favorite sea creature? Sea snakes. They’re deadly and pretty.

Do you like turtles? Why? Yes! YES! Turtles are adorable. Don’t put your finger near a Snapping Turtle’s mouth though.

1. If you could meet one author for lunch, who would it be?

Ooh, I’m bad about this. Say time travelling is an option: Roald Dahl. That would be amazing.

2. What are your thoughts on visual stories? (apps like Choices: Stories You Play, Episode, etc.)

Ah, I don’t really have much experience with them at all, so I can’t really say anything!

3. What was the first book to make you cry?

Have I ever cried at a book? Uhhhh... I may not have. Whoops.

4. Do you ever base your characters on people you know?

I mean, subconsciously probably? But I don’t typically think about other people when creating characters.

5. Name the worst book you’ve ever read, and tell me why it was bad.

Iiiii did not like Divergent. Sorry, that’s just a personal opinion. I guess it was too... dependent on a system that didn’t really make sense to me? I dunno, mate.

6. Do you have a trademark writing ‘quirk’?

I like short sentences in action-y scenes. Maybe that? I also really like using way too many em dashes and double line breaks to emphasize something.

7. Do you have any (un)helpful pets? (I couldn’t resist asking this one. Also, if the answer is yes, please send me photos.)

I don’t have any pets! I have planties though. Cute lil’ succulents.

8. What advice would you give to a person who is new to writing?

There are going to be times when you’re not happy with your writing! But any writing is helpful, because no matter what you write, you’re improving your skills to be better the next time. Plus, a first draft can be edited later! You can’t edit what’s not there~

9. Tell me your ideal writing environment.

My family partly owns a lake cabin out in the woods which we go to every summer. It’s so peaceful to sit in the hammock chair on the porch and write to the gentle lapping waves on the beach, the birdsong, and the swish of the tree branches around me. On a day with a perfect not-too-hot warm temperature, it’s very nice.

10. Sad endings: realistic, or unnecessary?

It depends how it’s executed! I prefer bittersweet ending to sad ones, since those tend to give me the most effective emotions. Certainly I tend to seek out happier endings instead, though!

11. You’ve decided to write under a pseudonym. What is it?

Ooh. Oohhhh, well. I’m actually thinking of changing my name legally. So that’s a thing. For a pseudonym, I think I would love to go with... hm. Gale Silver. Because I love puns and that hits on two major nature aspects I’m a nerd for.

what’s your favorite movie from your childhood? has this movie had an impact on your writing at all? have any movies had an impact on your writing? Hands down How To Train Your Dragon. I am a nerd who loves dragons and the music and scenery is gorgeous. Also just... so many of its themes snuck into my wip and I didn’t even realize until just recently. Whoops.

do you struggle to write for any ocs? why? are any of your ocs really easy to write for? Io is a little hard for me to write sometimes just because she’s so darn cold. Just. Apathetic towards everything, and super formal, yet at the same time very curt and to the point. I’m used to writing either a “formal” through super flowery language or a “cold” through Celestine’s mean snark, not just... Io.

do you have any big milestones coming up for your wip? (or blog? or work? or whatever?) I’M LESS THAN 2,000 WORDS AWAY FROM 50,000 IN MY FIRST DRAFT. YEAH MATE

what are your favorite writing resources for face claims, picking first names/surnames, etc? (feel free to just pick one resource to share but you’re welcome to share as many as you’d like!) Oh! I’m still pretty new to finding face claims and what not, but naming wise Wikipedia can cover all your bases sometimes. As I’m writing a historical fantasy, to find names that fit the time period, I’ll sometimes use this site.

if your ocs had a name for their group of friends, what would it be? (for example, most of y’all have noticed by now that the friend group for b’tzelem elohim is nicknamed “shalomies”) Okay but I still have such a love for that name. XD I call my group simply The Crew! Since, you know. They’re in a pirate crew by the end of the book. (My creativity knows no bounds.)

on a similar note, would they have a groupchat? (if your world doesn’t have technology, pretend it does!) Modern times, yeah prolly. Dione and Celestine would just have it muted except for emergencies, and Phoenix and Colin would just constantly be sharing memes and terrible puns.

how many languages can you speak, if any? how many can your characters speak, if any? I speak English and (Acadian) French! Trying to learn ASL at the moment. As for my characters? Hoo, boy. Without spoilers, Celestine is multilingual with four languages, Colin is almost trilingual, Dione is trilingual, and Phoenix... I think Phoenix can only speak English. Yeah that may seem like overkill, but in context it makes sense. ^^’

how much time do you spend planning/researching before starting your wip? Fun story about that! For one of my first serious wips, Soul Tied, I first came up with the ideas perhaps... six years ago? And I have yet to write a single thing. ^^’ For OSS, the story took maybe a month to completely plan out and outline, though I still do a lot of research and planning ahead as I write the first draft, too!

do you have a preferred area to write? (ie your bedroom, the coffee shop, the library, your kitchen, etc.) My desk in my bedroom!

what’s your favorite writing snack or drink? Ohh, I don’t eat while I write ‘cause I’m actually incapable of focusing on something while I eat, but I normally really like having apple spice tea or some other kind of herbal tea!

lastly, what should you be doing right now instead of this tag game? (ps: stop procrastinating even though, as i type this, i’m currently procrastinating) HAH. STUDYING FOR MY CHEMISTRY MIDTERM. IT’S FINE. NO.

Well that was long!

#oof #this is why you shouldn't procrastinate so much Quill #will i ever learn my lesson?#no #it was fun tho #oss #one siren's soul #tag game #writeblr #11 questions #11 questions tag game

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Our Second Chance (Ch.5)

↳Story Header © @softjeon (do not steal this header!)

➳ Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Female OC x Kim Namjoon

➳ Genre(s): Modern!AU, Royalty!AU, Modern Royal Family!AU , Enemies turned Lovers, Friendship, Humor, Romance, & Angst

➳ Words: 6.1K

➳ Summary: Have you ever gotten that familiar feeling when you first see someone? That strange connection between yourselves even though you have no clue where that came from. Yeah…that was the sensation that Sumin felt on a daily basis ever since she has come face-to-face with the one and only Kim Seokjin. Despite being named after their ancestors, two people who were madly in love with each other, these two cannot stand to be in each other’s presence. However, that must change or else history will repeat itself. Sounds like an adventure, right?

※ Previously: ch.1 | ch.2 | ch.3 | ch.4

※ Next time: ch.6 | ch.7 | coming soon!

Chapter 5 – I Thought Balls Were Supposed to be Drama Free?

Previously

“Well, actually, he didn’t stand me up…” Sumin chimed in. Though, her voice sounded hesitant.

Sowon raised her brow and asked her to clarify while Jungkook secretly felt relieved that his close friend didn’t fuck things up with Sumin; thus, eliminating his chances with Sowon.

“What I mean is that he didn’t stand me up. Instead, he just suddenly stood up, paid for our meal, and ran out of the restaurant. Now, I have to find a plan B since my father texted me earlier reminding me of that damn deadline… So, you up for marrying me?” Sumin explained, suggesting that she and Sowon marry because right now she was running out of options.

“Yes, I will gladly marry you baby! Who needs men?!” Sowon exclaimed as she hugged Sumin, rubbing her cheek against the side of Sumin’s head.

Jungkook eyed the happy “couple” as he mentally cursed at Seokjin.

“Thanks a lot dude…thanks a fucking lot…”

He then fished out his phone and quickly texted someone.

[To RM 09:03 PM: Okay, I’m on your team…Seokjin majorly fucked things up with Sumin…]

A cooling breeze swept past the ivory laced curtains as it made its way towards a certain someone’s room. A room where an upset princess remained hidden, practically locked away from the world. Ever since her recent date with Sir Seokjin, Sumin spent her days, pondering what went wrong, as she had yet to comprehend Seokjin’s mind. More importantly, she had yet to find a reasonable explanation as to what may had spooked him. Was it her mannerisms that night? Perhaps, was it her new bold appearance that she allowed her dearest friends to bestow upon her?

Honestly, if she could, she would march right up to his office and demand answers. Sadly, something prevented her from doing so. It was if this supernatural force blocked her every move and confined her to the for walls of her room.

Then, as if that wasn’t a huge sign, she had lost the journal that her ancestor had kept from the day she had received the beautifully leathered empty book up until her final moments before her timely death. Sumin frantically searched high and low for the book, but always came up emptied handed.

Maybe she didn’t deserve to know how her ancestor won the heart of Seokjin’s ancestor. Maybe she as punishment for her offspring Queen Sumin I cursed her family, preventing anyone from finding their true love since she was denied hers.

Too many unanswered questions…and so little time…

Sumin now only had a few months left before her deadline was up and would be forced to marry her best friend. Her heart screamed at her to do something—anything. While, her mind, simply told her to just call off her little act of rebellion and marry Namjoon.

At this point, she might as well marry her best friend since Seokjin practically ran for the hills and she hadn’t heard a peep from him since that night.

Maybe…just maybe…marrying Namjoon wouldn’t be so terrible…

Yet…what about Seokjin?

What…about…Seokjin…?

Staring blankly at the ceiling, Sumin sighed for the millionth time; only the sound of her beating heart entered her ears. She became one with her thoughts, allowing everything and anything to consume her mind.

Well, those thoughts were allowed until the sound of repeated, loud knocking echoed throughout her room, surpassing the soft classical music that poured out of her Bluetooth speakers.

A faint groan escaped her lips as she forced herself up and shouted a quick, “enter”, hoping that whoever intruder was would leave her in peace.

Unfortunately—it wasn’t just any intruder—it was Queen Sowon.

“Okay…why are you this vampiric princess? Huh, Sumin?” asked Sowon as she flipped on the switches, shedding light in Sumin’s dark “dungeon”.

Sumin rolled her eyes as she scooted off her bed.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of having you in my room?” She asked with an overly sweet tone.

Sowon’s brow perked up, feeling kind of caught off guard that Sumin’s acting a tad snippy.

“Ooh…! The princess is showing a bit of an attitude…,” She pushed herself off the wall she leaned her shoulder against and walked over to the grumpy princess, “I am secretly digging it.” She stated, clicking her tongue and winking at Sumin. Her favorite go-to flirting action.

Sumin grimaced as she shied away from the confident queen, however, Sowon was quicker. She wrapped a warm arm around Sumin’s shoulders and pulled her closer, forcing the poor princess into a snuggle session.

“Now, talk to your fairy Godmother and tell me what’s wrong. Maybe Jae Hwa and I can help you out?” Sowon suggested, smiling softly.

Sumin sighed as she eyed her lap sadly. She firmly believed that no one could help her…

“I don’t think you can…” Sumin muttered, shrugging off Sowon’s caring touch. She then stood up and walked over to the window, eyeing the courtyard as the castle workers continued to prepare for tonight’s ball.

A look of worry glazed over her eyes as Sowon did not like the fact that this feeling of defeat radiated off Sumin… A feeling that she personally had not seen since the day she had heard the news of being crowned queen…

Sowon bit the inside of her cheek as a few members of her kingdom’s government continued to spew random bullshit, hoping it would compel to take up the throne. However, that was something she didn’t want…or at least…not yet.

She mustered the fakest polite smile she could before interrupting the fine gentlemen, bidding them a “fond” farewell with her half-filled wine glass.

The wonderful music from the lively orchestra filled the ballroom as important guests chattered and mingled with one another. A known tactic when it came to establishing important relationships amongst kingdoms.

A heavy, long sigh exited the soon-to-be queen’s plump lips as she raised her wine glass, hoping to take a sip of the sweet wine; sadly, there wasn’t a drop left. Sowon pursed her lips as she politely pushed through the crowds of people.

“Damn…who would’ve thought that an engagement party would be this…,” Her thought trailed as she observed the bright, luminescent ballroom, “Stimulating…” She finished as she resumed her adventure towards the bar…or was until she felt a petite body collide into hers.

Sowon felt a few droplets on her bare arm and immediately wiped it off. She then lifted her head to meet the person who bumped into her and as soon as her eyes gazed forward, she noticed that there wasn’t anyone in front of her…or so she thought…

“Oh my goodness! I am incredibly sorry!” shouted a soft voice.

Sowon glanced down and saw the person bowing deeply in front of her. She stifled her laughter as she found the person quite adorable. Normally, she would be pissed but seeing how she had alcohol in her bloodstream, and the fact that she recognized the poor girl as Princess Sumin II, she brushed it off.

What? It wasn’t her fault that the princess was being quite the cutie right now.

“Ah…don’t sweat it,” Sowon paused, gesturing that most of the princess’ drink spilled onto the floor, “Besides, at least your stunning ballgown remains unstained.” She commented, smiling warmly at her.

The young lady blushed slightly, keeping her eyes focused on the ground.

Sowon’s brow raised as she mentally took note of how shy the princess was. A trait that she would have to fix.

“Anyway, I’m Sowon.” She introduced herself, holding out her hand for the princess to take.

The princess’ eyes grew wide; her doe-like stare ever so visible. She quickly introduced herself as Sumin and nervously shook Sowon’s hand.

“I know who you are.” Sowon said with a mischievous smirk.

Sumin mentally groaned, wanting to crawl in a hole and die.

“Look, whatever you had read about me in those stupid tabloids, they are not true.” She firmly stated, tired of people judging her for things she “supposedly” did.

Sowon was caught off guard with Sumin’s sudden bite in her words.

“Interesting…maybe if I work my magic correctly, I can give this introverted princess a little bit of a backbone.” Sowon thought as an interesting plan began to formulate in her mind.

“You know… I think you and I are going to get along swimmingly.” She declared as she wrapped a friendly warm around Sumin’s naked shoulders.

Sumin froze from the sudden sign of affection. The only person she was used to was Namjoon, who recently became her fiancé, and even then, she rarely liked his random acts of affection.

Don’t get her wrong though. It’s not like she doesn’t like being shown that someone cares for her, it’s just that she doesn’t like too much attention drawn to her.

“…okay…but can you please let go of me? People are beginning to stare.” Sumin requested, feeling her face grow hot as she noticed many partygoers glance their way.

Sowon, on the other hand, could care less about the unwanted attention. If anything, she fed off it. It fueled her confident tank. It helped her take on the world, and with this newly formed friendship with Sumin, she felt that for once…it’d be okay.

“You know…since you asked that…,” Sowon paused, “I’m going to hug you even more!” She happily declared, earning more unwanted gossip and stares from random people as she tightened her hold on the adorable princess.

Sumin groaned, trying her hardest to pry off the stubborn woman.

“Great…”

A soft chuckle exited her lips as Sowon recalled that memory fondly. She could honestly remember how the sweet wine smelled so vividly. Who would’ve thought that two opposites became such close friends?

“Sumin…I know that look, and I could’ve sworn that I didn’t raise you to be this timid princess.” Sowon stated, giving the defeated princess a look. A look that said, “Where’s my bad ass princess that waved off unwanted negativity and said, ‘next’?”

Sumin sighed, hugging her body as she knew that Sowon had a point. She always had a point.

“First of all, you didn’t raise me at all. Second of all, you know I hate it when you make a point.” Sumin said before letting out a long sigh. She then peeked from out of her ivory laced curtain; her gaze masked the hurt that hid beneath her neutral exterior.

She watched every single florist make sure that every display was perfect. She heard her father bark orders, advising each worker that tonight was going to be incredibly special, so they better bring their game faces.

Feeling disgusted, she roughly closed the curtain and turned away from the window. Sumin walked over to her vanity mirror and sat down. Sowon frowned after observing the look of complete and utter dread on Sumin’s face.

Okay, she had to do something and fast. She pulled out her phone from her back pocket and opened the messaging app. She scrolled through her contact list until she found the person she’d been looking for.

[To My Favorite Flower 07:38 PM: S.O.S! Our princess is waving the white flag! We need to do something!]

Not even a few minutes later, Sowon received a message from Jae Hwa:

[From My Favorite Flower 07:39 PM: Really? It’s that serious…? Remind me to ask Taehyung for that prick’s number so I can find him and stab him with one of my paint brushes…]

Sowon chuckled at Jae Hwa’s message as she thought up the perfect reply:

[To My Favorite Flower 07:41 PM: I’ll help you ;) but in all seriousness…get your cute ass over here ASAP! We need to pull out everything and anything to lift her spirits up!]

[From My Favorite Flower 07:44 PM: Yes, your majesty! LOL]

[To My Favorite Flower 07:45 PM: …you are lucky that you’re my dear friend…]

After sending that last response, Sowon shoved her phone back in her back pocket of her jeans and walked over to Sumin, who remained still in front of her mirror.

“Don’t worry, my soft princess…help is coming…” Sowon thought as she rested her chin on top of Sumin’s head.

Meanwhile, with a certain Lord, the sounds of the fire cackling entered his ears. The guilty lord gazed at his fireplace, swirling his brandy as he pondered every move he could take to talk to Sumin. It had been months since he had run out on her; a mistake that he had come to regret every single moment of his life since then. He could barely focus on his kingdom duties because of how much the princess preoccupied it. The sucky thing about that was that even his office workers noticed how distraught their boss had become. It pained them to see this look of complete guilt glued onto Seokjin’s face, but they knew that there was nothing that could be done. When it came to Princess Sumin, they knew it was best to not bring her up around him…

Now, to this day, Seokjin could not understand why he had dashed out without an explanation. What possessed him to ruin everything that he had worked hard for? He knew of Sumin’s insecurities—her walls that she spent years building up because of the idiotic things that were written and said about her. Just when he was about to knock down the last wall, he fucked up majorly and was now back to square one with her. They were back to being polite acquaintances…

When he asked Taehyung and Jimin for any probable explanation, Taehyung proposed that he had left because he didn’t want history to repeat itself.

The moment Taehyung said that, it just clicked. Seokjin’s ancestor failed to marry the love of his life—Sumin’s ancestor. Knowing that instilled fear within Seokjin’s heart. What if he too would fail at obtaining the love of his life?

Too many variables came into play, but at the end of the day, his happiness should and would always be his utmost priority.

It truly hurt his heart that he would have to stab Namjoon in the back but deep down…Seokjin knew that the brainy prince would do the same. Shit…he’s already doing it.

The morning after the tragic date, Seokjin manned up and called Sumin, hoping to apologize and beg for a second chance.

Sadly, it wasn’t Sumin’s melodious voice that answered her phone but Namjoon’s instead. Deciding to ignore that tiny fact, Seokjin demanded that Namjoon hand over the phone to Sumin that way he could explain himself…

“Please…let me talk to her…” pleaded Seokjin.

Namjoon scoffed, no longer caring that Seokjin made Sumin happy. He trusted the pretty boy with Sumin’s happiness—her heart—and he threw it away the moment he stood up from his seat and ran out. Nope. He’s not going to make that mistake again. It was at that moment that Namjoon realized that he would no longer remain on the sidelines, ensuring Sumin’s happiness. Now, he would be the one to make her happy. He would be the one to guard her heart and protect her wellbeing. Him. Not Seokjin.

“I’m sorry, but Sumin said she doesn’t ever want to speak to you again. Please respect her wishes…” Namjoon said before hanging up.

Seokjin stared at his phone, completely baffled. His mouth parted a bit as he tried to wrap his mind around what Namjoon said. Did Sumin hate him that much?

No…

She couldn’t hate him…especially not after confessing that he made her feel something…

Seokjin downed the remaining sips of his brandy before standing up. No. He wasn’t going to have things end like this. While he used to fear having history repeat itself, Seokjin now used that feeling to fuel his desire. His undying need to have Sumin by his side—to have her unconditional love.

He placed his glass down and looked at his watch. Sumin’s kingdom always hosted an all Hallows Eve ball, and that’s where he needed to be.

“I’m coming Princess Sumin, and this time, I’m ready to fight for you.” He thought as he exited his office and made his way towards his room.

Back with Sumin, the blank princess sat still, uncaring about the fact that Sowon and Jae Hwa were in a lively discussion about what type of look she should go for.

Jae Hwa opted for a pastel color schemed while Sowon suggested that Sumin should go for dark colors.

“Okay, why don’t we let Sumin decide which color scheme she wants?” Jae Hwa suggested, smiling smugly knowing that Sumin hated bold colors since it attracted unwanted attention.

Sowon rolled her eyes, grabbed both ball gowns, and walked over to the princess, who currently sat prim and proper on the edge of her bed.

“Alright, please end our debate and pick which dress you would want to wear for the masquerade ball?” asked Sowon, glancing at both dresses with pursed lips. Huh…the more she stared at the light dust pink colored dress, the more she saw Sumin in it. Shoot, she could see her as this fairy princess. Then, a lightbulb went off in her brilliant mind.

Out of nowhere, Jae Hwa saw Sowon carelessly toss the black with blood red lace dress to the side. She raised her brow and asked why she had done that.

Sowon grinned widely as if she was the Cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland and explained that she had come up with the perfect theme for their dear princess.

Jae Hwa smirked, happy knowing that she’d have the chance to test out her transformation skills.

“I’m all ears…”

Haunted and eerie sounds echoed throughout the courtyard. On every other pillar sat a Jack O Lantern, while the castle guards wore their usual uniform but had fake blood painted on their jackets, and they each wore a black mask that covered only their eyes.

Sumin’s parents adored Halloween because it was the only time they were allowed to pretend to be something other than King and Queen.

It was honestly refreshing…

Now, waiting at the top of the grand staircase, Sumin stood there, frozen, like a statue, as she awaited her turn to descend down the stairs. She closed her eyes briefly as she tried her hardest to calm her sporadic breathing. Her ancestor’s ring would move a smidge because how hard her heart beats against her chest.

“Hey…you’re going to be alright.” Sumin heard Sowon say softly as she placed warm touch on her bare shoulder.

Sumin glanced up and flashed a short smile, hoping that her smile alone would make Sowon stop worrying about her.

“I know… I just hate knowing that there are a sea of people looking at me, expecting me so much, and I am failing them. I mean, right now, there are talks of me stalling my wedding with Namjoon because I have fallen in love with another man…,” Sumin paused, peering out to the crowd of eager guests, hating how easy it was for them to hide their judgmental eyes with those stupid masks, “And they are right about me…I have fallen in love with Sir Seokjin, and it hurts knowing that it is one-sided.” She finished with a somber tone.

“Okay, you stop this right now! No more of this defeated outlook!” Sowon finally snapped at Sumin, fed up with her defeatist attitude, “You are Princess Sumin II. You always fought back to defend your name. You knew what was right and what was wrong. Never once, in my entire time of knowing, have I ever seen you become this negative person. A person who believed that she was too blame for some stupid man running out on her at dinner. A person who felt guilty only because she wore the ring that triggered that sad little man. No! No more!” Sowon finished her rant, earning words of encouragement from Jae Hwa.

Sumin stared at her friend in awe with her mouth slightly agape. Sowon was right. Jae Hwa was right. How could she had been so blind? It was not her fault that she always wore her ancestor’s ring around her neck nor was it her fault that Seokjin felt overwhelmed and left her behind.

Nope. Nada.

No more would she throw herself this pity party. She would wear a prideful smile and hold her head up high. After all, she bowed her head even more, then her crown would fall.

A princess couldn’t have that.

“You’re right, Sowon,” She then turned towards Jae Hwa, “The both of you,” She pulled them into the biggest hug ever, “You both are right. Thank you so much.” She said with a genuine smile.

Sowon chuckled softly as she and Jae Hwa both muttered a quick “thank you” before the trio pulled away.

“Now ladies, shall we?” Jae Hwa said as she covered her eyes with her white and black laced mask.

Both Sumin and Sowon copied her action and now, the three of them wait for their names to be announced…

Minutes go by as each name on the special guest list was announced. Little by little each person descended down the red-carpet staircase. Before she knew it, it was time for her and her friends to graciously walk down the steps with their chosen partner in tow.

“Presenting, her royal majesty, Queen Sowon!” shouted the royal crier as every potential suitor, fanboys Sowon called them, abruptly turned their gaze towards the desirable queen.

Sowon sighed as she pinched the bridge of her nose, “Again?” She then turned towards Sumin and mouthed an apology as she didn’t realize that among her fan club were men from a royal background. Though…she had an inkling…

Unknown to the queen, Jungkook, who was currently jumping to get gain a better view of his future wife, tried to come with the perfect plan to push through the sea of hormonal men and earn Sowon’s favor.

Question was…how?

Wait…

That was it!

Without a second thought, he pushed through the crowd, uncaring if he had been rude towards his fellow royal members, but this was Sowon. His queen.

Out of the corner of her eye, Sowon noticed a familiar face as he continued to force himself through the sea of people. Her heart skipped a beat. Her cheeks became stained with this pinkish hue. It truly surprised her to see Jungkook make this tremendous effort just to get to her before any other suitor does.

Maybe…just maybe…she should give him a shot.

Like Sumin once told her,

“Everyone deserves a chance at finding love…”

The sound of someone clearing his throat pulled the queen out of her thoughts. Sowon looked down and saw Jungkook bowing deeply in front of her as he held out his hand for her to take. A tradition for any potential suitor that wanted to let the other competition know that they could stop trying.

“Your majesty, it would be an honor if you allow me to be your companion for the rest of the evening.” Jungkook announced; his voice dripped with such confidence.

A bright smile formed on Sowon’s face as she gently placed her palm on top of his.

The moment their hands touched, this unexplainable electricity shot through both their arms. Their hearts sped up as they gazed into each other’s eyes, becoming lost in their own little world.

“I would be delighted to have you as my companion for the rest of the evening.” Sowon said with such poise that it caused her fan boys to swoon and fall deeper in love with her.

Both Sumin and Jae Hwa watched their friend leave with her arm wrapped around Jungkook’s arm. The two of them stood there in awe as they had never seen Sowon act so…proper…

Soon, it was Jae Hwa’s turn to walk down to the party with her chosen suitor, and just as Taehyung walked up to her, offering his hand, Sumin latched onto Jae Hwa’s wrist and pleaded,

“Please…don’t let me go down there alone.”

Jae Hwa smiled apologetically, fully aware for the soft princess’ hatred for unwanted attention, and if she was allowed to, Jae Hwa would offer the princess to walk down with her and Taehyung. Alas, stupid royal traditions got in the way…

“You can do it…!” The lady mouthed as she stepped down the stairs with Taehyung happily by her side.

Sumin’s breathing became uneven once again. Eager suitors awaited their turn; their nerves went into frenzy. Every single one of them hoped that the princess would accept their offer—especially Prince Namjoon and Lord Seokjin.

A sense of rivalry filled the air as they glanced at each other here and there. Their fingers trembled against the fabric of the pocket their hands currently hid inside.

“Presenting, her royal highness, Princess Sumin II!” The royal crier announced, causing every guest to instantly snap their eyes onto the poor princess.

Sumin’s face instantly became hot as her eyes widened. Her fingers shook while her heart pounded roughly against her chest. Little by little, the oxygen left her lungs as everyone continued to gaze at the anxious princess.

Honestly, Sumin wanted to pick up her dress and run back to her room, locking herself away from the world.

“Excuse me princess…” the nervous princess heard a couple voices say simultaneously.

Sumin peeked up and became shocked. There, in front of her, stood Namjoon and Seokjin. Both holding out their hand towards her.

A sheepish smile graced her lips as Sumin chuckled nervously. If the unwanted attention was bad enough, but fate had to throw two men—both who vied for her attention—into the mix. Great…just freaking great…

“Sweetheart, please accept one of their hands and descend down the steps. The ball is waiting for their princess to lighten up the room.” She heard her father shout from the bottom of the stairs, smiling brightly.

Sumin muttered a few profanities underneath her breath. Both Seokjin and Namjoon found her quite adorable as they continued to wait patiently for her answer, ignoring their little rivalry. At least they had that in common…

They want Sumin to be comfortable and remain carefree.

“Well, father, I rather walk by myself if that is quite alright.” Sumin declared, however, as she took her first step, she nearly tripped if it weren’t for both Namjoon and Seokjin being quick on their toes and catching the clumsy princess.

“You were saying, Minnie?” Namjoon teased, grinning.

Sumin glared at her “doting” fiancé as he helped her stand up.

“Just shut up and escort me downstairs. I want to get this night over with.” She said as she interlaced her arm around both Seokjin’s and Namjoon’s.

She walked through the sea of guests, ignoring the judgmental glances and hushed whispers made by the partygoers, especially her parents. Her father became displeased that his daughter was not walking by Namjoon’s side only. Instead, she looked like this harlot stringing these two men along.

That was one image he did not want painted on her daughter…

Now, with her two men by her said, the trio entered the Halloween decorated crystal ballroom. Instead of the chandeliers illuminating the humongous, spacious room, ten candelabras fulfilled their duties. The lowly dimmed room added the eerie atmosphere as smog covered the dancefloor. Victorian music invaded people’s ears as everyone continued to converse and stay in character. A few people drank “blood” from their chalices while others indulged in the sinful desserts that the royal baker had to offer. Then, the rest of the guests danced. The way they moved seemed as if they were in trance. It was truly hypnotic…

“May I fetch you a drink, princess?” both Namjoon and Seokjin offered, pulling Sumin out of her trance.

Sumin’s eyes focused on Namjoon then switched over to Seokjin. A short groan slowly left her lips and ultimately decided…

“How about this? I go and fetch my own drink and the two of you just hang around. I’ll come find you when I am done.” She suggested before turning away and leaving the two jealous boys alone. “Seriously…what else could wrong?” She bitterly thought.

Just as she’s about to take another step, she heard the sounds of someone tapping against their glass followed by her father clearing his throat.

Wow. Fate must’ve hated—loathed—her tonight.

“As you some of you well know, it is an old tradition in my kingdom that we celebrate All Hallows Eve!” The king began, making eye contact with each and every guest from the various of royal families that attended the ball, “But tonight! We celebrate yet another wondrous occasion! Tonight, we celebrate my daughter’s, Princess Sumin, and Prince Namjoon’s upcoming nuptials!” He finished as the guests applauded and cheered.

Sumin, however, did not share the same sentiments. Her jaw nearly dropped to the floor. The air in her lungs suddenly vanished. Poof. Gone. What on Earth possessed her father to make such an announcement. If she remembered their deal correctly, she still had a few months left before she gave up her right—her entitlement—to finding true love on her own.

Okay. She needed to talk to someone immediately. Sumin scanned the ballroom, praying that she’d find either Jae Hwa or Sowon. With luck, she had found Jae Hwa but chose not to bother her. Since she was a mere lady and not a princess, she had to work extra hard to charm not only Prince Taehyung, but his family as well. Alrighty then. Jae Hwa was a flat out “don’t bother her”. Okay. Where’s Sowon?

Then, as if they planned it, Sowon suddenly appeared by her side and began dragging her away from the crowd.

“You. Me. We need to talk.” Sowon whispered roughly, searching for the perfect hiding spot. Suddenly, a lightbulb went off her head as she stared at the vacant, rather spacious underneath, table.

Sumin noticed this interesting, almost borderline mischievous, gleam in Sowon’s eye and swiftly knew that she was not going to like what would come next.

The carefree queen gently pushed Sumin, helping her crawl underneath the table, before joining her as well.

“Now. I thought you said your father granted your request and gave you seven months to find a new suitor?” asked Sowon, completely confused with the situation.

Sumin faked a smile, “I thought so too! Now, he did a complete 180 and is telling these people that I am marrying Namjoon on the day when the winter solstice takes place.” She whispered roughly, glaring at her dad as he continues to talk but this time with Namjoon by his side. “He promised to give me time and now, it sounds like I’m ready to head towards the alter! Honestly, it looks like I am not only lying to my people but Seokjin as well.” Sumin added, taking a deep breath.

Sowon frowned and simply nodded, while she put her brilliant mind to work. She’s going to help her soft princess out. Now, the question was how? How would she be able to convince Sumin’s father to give his precious jewel more time?

“Wait…jewel…” She mumbled to herself as she glanced down at her rather voluptuous body. That was it! Time to use what God gave her!

“You know what! I’m just going to give up and then stay underneath this table forever!” Sowon tuned back in to Sumin’s ranted, finding it quite amusing that Sumin reverted back to her surrendering ways.

However, Sowon wasn’t going to have any of it.

“Oh…well…you can do that, and I’ll bring you cheeseburgers once in a while,” She stated, patting Sumin on the head like a pet, “Anyways, let me casually talk to your father okay? Trust me, I will make him shut up for a bit!” She added, winking flirtatiously at the princess.

A look of disgust swiftly appeared on the princess’ face as Sumin eyed Sowon strangely.

“That sounds like you want to make out with my dad, who I might add is MARRIED to my mom!” Sumin pointed out.

Sowon shrugged, “Hmm maybe…I mean he’s kind of cute for an old man.”

“SOWON!” Sumin shouted, well sort of, as she felt the urge to vomit.

“I’m joking. I’m joking,” Sowon tried to calm the grossed-out princess, “Alright. Let me just hypnotize him with my words, then I will install confusion within his mind. That way, he won’t know who to chose for you. Namjoon or Seokjin.” She finished, relaying her idea that only took her only a few minutes to conjure up.

Then, just as Sumin’s about to respond, the girls notice someone taking a seat, right in front of Sowon and if that wasn’t enough, they hear Sumin’s father chatting it up with Namjoon by his side.

Sumin growled out of frustration.

“What now? Hasn’t my father done enough already? I don’t want Namjoon to get his hopes up…” She stated softly yet harshly.

Sowon hummed in response as she tapped her chin lightly.

“Ah! I got it! Don’t worry baby, I’ll get rid of dear old daddy dearest.” She claimed as she proceeded to crawl out from underneath table.

Before Sumin could stop her, Sowon placed her hands on the unknown person’s thighs, using them as leverage to help her out from under the table.

“Oh, hey Jungkook.” She said casually with an alluring smile. She slowly stood up. Her breasts completely in Jungkook’s face, causing the poor boy to fumble his drink and spilling it all over Namjoon’s lap.

The older gentleman gawked, thinking that his friend switched sides even though, in reality, that was not the case.

“I am so sorry man!” Jungkook quickly apologized while Sowon fixed her disheveled hair and wiped away the smudged lipstick stain from the corner of her lips.

Many bystanders eyed them with either pure disgust or strangely because they had the audacity to perform such a lewd act in public.

Using the distraction to her advantage, Sumin quietly crawled out from underneath the table, only to come face-to-face with a familiar pair of shoes.

“Having fun there, princess?” asked the person with a teasing tone of voice.

Sumin forced a smile as she grabbed hold of the person’s hand and hoisted herself up, dusting off any dirt.

“Oh, I am having the time of my life Seokjin.” She answered sarcastically.

Seokjin caught wind of her tone, causing his smirk to become even wider.

“Ooh… Is the princess being a bit snarky this evening?” He teased some more.

Sumin rolled her eyes, no longer entertaining Seokjin with her words. After all, he did run out on her and left her confused and alone for a month.

Seokjin, on the other hand, wasn’t giving up that easily. This was his first time talking to her without Namjoon preventing him from doing so.

“Look, can we please talk? I want to explain my actions from last month. I swear to you that me being a complete ass had nothing to do with you.” He pleaded; his tone soft.

Just as Sumin opened her mouth, she saw her father enter the ballroom, smiling and laughing as if he had the time of his life with Sowon.

Oh…

My…

God…

Sowon had better not slept with her dad…

“Everyone, may I have your attention once more!” The king shouted, gaining everyone’s attention, “It is time for the traditional dance and while yes, it is customary for the princess to dance with her fiancé, it has come to my attention that my ancestors had originally planned for the princess to dance with whomever she deemed worthy of heart, so I would like to continue that custom tonight! So, Sumin, my precious daughter, who would you like to dance with?” Her father asked, finishing his speech.

Every single person, especially the eligible bachelors, looked to the princess, eagerly waiting for the person she would choose.

A faint and long groan left her lips as Sumin began to feel the nerves that always accompanied the unwanted attention.

Now, to add insult to injury, she had to choose between Namjoon and Seokjin. Great.

“Sweetheart, who would you like to dance with?” asked her father once more, deep down knowing that she’d choose Namjoon.

She looked to the right, meeting Namjoon’s pleading eyes. They practically screamed at her to pick him. Pick the better guy. Pick the one who had always been there for her. Pick the person who’s always ready and willing to catch her.

Then, there was Seokjin, who too had this look that begged for her to pick him. Even though, he had screwed up royally with her, he wanted a second chance. He’s not ready to say goodbye to her. Not now. Not ever. He’s ready to be whatever Sumin wanted him to be. She just needed to say yes…

“I…um…choose…”

A/N: And here comes the unwanted cliffhanger! So, who do you think Sumin is going to pick? Let me know with your comments! Also, this might be the last chapter I will release for a bit since school is about to enter the third week, and my workload is increasing! Fun, huh? I got to continue working on my group project, type up some summaries, brainstorm a future story that I'm currently working on, and so much more! Sounds like fun, huh?

And, if you are wondering Sowon is based off @softjeon & Jae Hwa is based off @sin-taehyung! These ladies have been nothing but nice to me, with Jey creating these amazing story headers (except for this chapter’s since why ask her to make a specific one when she already has one made with Namjoon and Seokjin looking like that) and with Jasmin creating these breathtaking headers for me and just being this overall sweetie!

Okay, enough with my sappy appreciation words :) Maybe I will do that for readers who leave amazing comments on my story ^^ I think I will starting next update!

Don’t forget to leave a like/reblog/comment/ask in my inbox! I love hearing your thoughts! :)

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foxfyrez · 3 years

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Chapter 2: Motorcity

It had been a few days after Silent's first meeting with the Duke. He provided her the rundown of how Motorcity worked and showed her what to do. Now she was with the Duke as his constant bodyguard.

Though it was a little boring just standing there beside him as he made deals. She at least got to experience what Motorcity was like.

She loved looking at the vast difference in how everyone lived down here. It was far different from where she grew up. Well considering everything is underground of course it's different. She liked how everything looked. Though she has no interest in cars, she thought it was pretty neat seeing the cool modifications they made.

Currently, she was in one of the Duke's long limos (she never understood why all his cars were so long). Her face pressed up against the window, acting like a dog when she rolled down the window and stuck her head outside. She would stick her tongue out if she could, but her mask was in the way.

"Hey stop acting like a dog. Put your head back in the car."

Silent pouted, retreating inside of the limo and rolled the window back up. "I'm just over-excited about Motorcity ok? It's not what I'm used to, and I want to explore it." She stared dreamily up at the ceiling over Motorcity. "How does the day and night cycle work down here?"

The Duke would consider her asking this stuff to be cute, but he knows she can ask too many questions. He's already heard her talk his ear off about how Motorcity works and stuff. He may be the Duke of Detroit, but he didn't have all the answers. "I've never thought about it, but maybe one day you'll find someone who can answer that.”

Silent remained energized in her seat as she tapped her fingers on her knee to keep her occupied. She felt her mask slipping off a bit so she readjusted it.

The Duke never understood why she kept that mask on. It wasn't anywhere near Halloween, and there wasn't any festival going on that he knew about. So why? "Hey Sil, why do you have that mask on? You never wore it when we met."

Silent stopped fidgeting with her mask and looked at the Duke. "Because I don't want people to recognize my face since I'm working for you now. Besides, I don't like it when people see my eyes."

Now that interested the Duke greatly. "Your eyes?" He didn't see anything wrong with her eyes the first time they met. Well, to be honest, he couldn't see her clearly because of the hound's blood on her face that day. "What's wrong with them? They mutated or something?"

Silent shook her head, "No, it's just my eye color isn't normal. There's a myth where I'm from that states that people with golden eyes are considered monsters. Which is true, but that's for a different reason entirely." She played with the strap on her seat belt.

"Golden eyes? Well in this day and age, people get contacts and implants with all sorts of colors so I'm sure it's not that bad." The Duke waved it off. "Let me see."

Silent bit her lip and complied with him because she now worked for him. She slipped it off to the side of her head and looked at the Duke. Her golden eyes looked unnatural and a little scary. Just as she had said, there was an unspeakable and inhuman darkness that lurked within her eyes. Something dark and foul that sent shivers down the Duke's spine.

The Duke visibly winced, leaning over to slide the mask back on her face. "I see what you mean. So let's just keep that back on until you're alone ok?"

"Told you."

"Need to be sad though. Your eyes can be useful in scaring off unwanted guests." He noticed that her attitude changed.

"I'm not sad." She murmured. She looked back out the window once more to stare at the artificial sky of Motorcity.

"It'll take a while to get to Rayon's place so rest up until then."

Silent proceeded to put in her earphones and tune everything out around her until it was time to go. She told the Duke to nudge her until they arrived, and then she pressed play.

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"Everything seems to be in check, ain't that right Rayon?" The Duke held out his hand for the man in front of him. He had a clever grin on his face.

The other man sighed, "It seems so. Aight, it's a deal. You better not back out." He replied, shaking his hand.

The Duke pulled his hand back to place it on where his heart would be, "Oh, you wound me! I would never even dream of it! I treat all my deals with honor!" He chuckled, looking around to notice his bodyguard wasn't there. "Oh.."

Both him and Rayon were standing in the middle of the Skylark's hotel lobby. It was a nice place that people usually came to get away from the hectic life of Motorcity.

Rayon raised an eyebrow, "Looking for something?"

The Duke sighed, "She wasn't supposed to be roaming around." He put two of his fingers in this mouth and let out a sharp whistle. The sound echoed throughout the lobby.

Suddenly someone was standing right beside of the Duke. All dressed in a dark grey cloak with a white fox mask on their face. They looked up at the Duke then to Rayon, reaching for something concealed in their cloak.

Rayon stepped back a little, slightly fearing for his own safety. He honestly didn't think that the Duke would double-cross him that fast, but he could be wrong.

"Silent, he's not a threat. He's my client. Don't kill him." The Duke tapped her on the shoulder.

Rayon felt at ease when the mystery person backed off so he stepped forward again. "So you have a new bodyguard?" He eyes her for a moment. "She's kinda small."

"She's very fast though as you've already seen, and she's ferocious. You should have seen her taking out those Houndbots!" The Duke rested his hand on the girl's shoulder.

Rayon looked at the girl again and extended his hand out to shake her hand. "Name's Rayon. I'm the leader of the Skylarks. This hotel is my base of operations. Welcome."

Silent shook his hand, nodding. "My name is Silent. Until further notice, I'm the Duke's bodyguard." She simply stated, retracting her hand and placing it underneath her cloak.

"She's polite. That's a rare trait down here. Is she from Deluxe?"

"I don't know where's she from. All I know is that she says she's from out of town." The Duke shrugged. "I'm letting her experience Motorcity by being my bodyguard."

"Out of town huh?" Rayon glanced down at her. "Well I would love to talk more, but I have other plans to attend to. See ya." He began to walk off. "Wouldn't mind talking to you again, Silent."

The Duke laughed, "Seems like he's taking a liking to ya, Sil." He leaned back, gazing at Silent through his shades.

Silent shrugged, "I don't know if that's a good or bad thing."

"Only time will tell! Hyah! Let's get back to the car, I've still got things to do." The Duke started walking back to his car with Silent behind him.

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Now Silent was on standby while the Duke was making small talk to random minor gangs. It was honestly boring. A few times some punks tried to hit on her, and she just knocked them back with her scythe.

Silent kicked her legs back and forth while sitting on top of the Duke's limo while he talked. She was starting to get sleepy. Normally she could stay up most nights but being out in the city all day tuckered her out. She didn't even notice a kid poking her with a stick from the side until it jostled her mask.

"Stop it! You'll make her mad!"

"Not my fault she's creeping me out! Why's she wearing a mask?"

"Why's she sitting on the Duke's car?"

Small children voices echoed in Silent's mind as she snapped her head to the side to look at the children who were talking about her.

The children, ages varying between 7 to 12, looked at her in fear. One girl with red hair trapped in a braid with a lovely floral printed dress. A tall boy with black hair and wide blue eyes dressed in a brown T-shirt with tattered jeans. The last boy is a short boy with brown hair with thin glasses on dressed in a turtleneck red sweater and khakis.

Silent jumped off the roof of the limo and stalked towards the kids. Slowly approaching them, she knelt before them. "Do you need something?"

"No!" The little girl cried, clutching her stuffed dog close to her.

"Why are you wearing a mask? It's not Halloween!" The taller boy inquired. He was the one with the stick.

"Dude your brother wears a mask too." The shorter boy looked at him.

"He wears it because he's in a gang!"

"Maybe she's in a gang then."

"But why is she sitting on the Duke's car then? He would never allow any gang member to sit on his car!"

The two boys bickered back and forth for a while before turning their eyes on Silent. "Who are you?"

Silent smiled underneath her mask, "I wear this because I got hurt in a bad accident when I was young. It helps me." She somewhat lied. She did get hurt, but it's not on her face. "And I'm the Duke's bodyguard. I think it's ok for me to sit on his car."

The two boys began to ask more questions to her enjoyment. The little girl reached out to touch the mask, eyes glowing in wonder when the mask began to emit light.

Silent chuckled. "Wanna see something cool?" She asked them, glancing back at the Duke to see he was still busy.

"Sure!" The kids cheered.

Silent held out her hand, and a ball of light appeared in her palm. The light began to shift around before exploding into a lot of butterflies and flying around the children. She stood up happily as the kids reached out to catch the butterflies.

"This is so cool!"

"It's very pretty!"

"I wanna do magic too!"

Silent felt a tap on her shoulder to see the Duke. She turned around. "Yes?"

"If your magic show is done, let's hit the road. It's time to go home." He glanced at the butterflies before turning away and entering his limo.

Silent turned to leave when one of the kids pulled on her cloak. "Yes?" She looked down at the small girl with pretty red hair.

"Will you be back?" She pouted, jutting out her bottom lip to maximize the sadness. The other two kids were still playing with the butterflies.

Silent bent down to pat her head softly. "I don't really know, but I'll try my best. Seeya kids." And she went inside of the Duke's limo as they drove off back to the mansion.

"You're just full of surprises aren't ya."

#in case Wattpad eats my book #dreaming of motorcity #fryez writes

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theinsanecrayonbox · 7 years

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Hare Raiser/Kale Patch Kids review

ok DVR had this recorded so I’m saying its aired. Have my backlogged first viewing reaction review of the episode when i watched it like 9 months ago

Hare Raiser:

Part of me is partially hoping this is a Hellraiser parody, but I know that’s highly unlikely…

Also I know spelling different but named after a character. People are gonna get so confused…

Oh wow Kevin isn’t just a one-off character?? He’s going to be a regular?? Oh wow. That’s sort of awesome. (Note: this is Kevin’s second apperance in the show by production ordering)

The whole excuse note bit was actually great. From the “Please excuse [them] from certain death”, to the “I wrote it in disappearing ink even though I’m a pencil”. I just, I don’t know, I really liked it. It’s a little long winded for a joke, but it’s cute.

Is it just me, or does the rabbit look like a Gigglepie? I hope it’s a Gigglepie. Tell me it’s really a Gigglepie.

Shikadance family???

“You’d sell your freedom for mac n’cheese?” haha that was also a great line/gag, and it wasn’t as long a setup. These writers are really getting the hang of this now I think

Ah Chloe, friend to all creatures, liberator of the downtrodden. You also have unleashed the beast unto the unsuspecting masses…yet again. Wow, this is such a good parallel to the monster attack that landed you in Dimmsdale to begin with, isn’t it.

Ok, making the conflict that Cosmo changed the wands into carrots and then the rabbit eats them…that feels a bit shoehorned…rabbit monster though is awesome. I am going to now headcanon that Gigglepies turn into those beasts…or half their species look like that (the females; the males are the adorable annoying things lol)

Cosmo playing the background music-yeah ok. “Let’s check these conveniently placed security monitors” lol yes, make fun of yourself more

Awww, it’s all Kevin’s fault. Poor Kevin. But poor life choices is a Crocker family trait. Loved the “Lights Out” panel though

Whoawhoawhoa wait!!! “Estranged half-sister”, you ACTUALLY explained how Crocker and Kevin are related???? That is AWESOME! But this begs so many more questions!! Since the Crocker looks are from Dolores, does that mean she had another child?? And when?? Must’ve been after Denzel lost his fairies, which means sister is at least 10 years younger than Denzel…UNLESS she’s older than him. Why are they estranged? Did her father take her away? Was she given up for adoption? Dolores was a teen beauty queen, having a child young is plausible…Did Denzel have a stepfather for a while, if she’s younger than him; is that why he had no problems accepting Vic as his stepfather, because he’s gone through his mom remarrying before? Or is this revelation that he has a sister brand new because she’s older and wasn’t in contact all this time? And why/how does Kevin have the Crocker name then? Did his mom not use her dad’s/her adoptive family’s name? Is she unmarried like her mom? There are so many more questions!!!

Yay the return of the theme song as a ringtone

“If this was a horror movie…which it’s sort of become…” lol yes, I love this

Booger jokes…kay…..well it’s better than toilet humor

Wow Waxelplax’s office sure has changed…it’s now the vault from the Conjuring

The rabbit uses the internet. Uhhu.

Chloe has an aunt!!!

Haha Scooby moment where the badguy helps you barricade the door. Classic.

“Your hippie food put us all in danger!” lol that is a great line

HAHA! I guessed female right!!! Babies are random, but ok, we can roll with it; did ingest magic, so could’ve poofed them up anyways

“Well the world just got a little weirder” yup, pretty much the understatement of the year there

And we get to see the Shikadance. Neats! *makes notes of designs for Superverse*

So over all, not a Hellraiser parody (pretty much knew that), and not a Gigglepie (boo), and the whole reason for the problem was blehish, but over all, actually an enjoyable episode I say! Kevin returned and was a little more explained, and there were plenty of good jokes, so good job guys! Onto the next one!!

The Kale Patch Caper:

Oh this is exciting! Chloe is such an 80s/90s kid. First she loved the Care Bears parody, now the Cabbage Patch Kids??? Please bring back “Pretty Pony”, make fun of “gritty reboots” with it, by making the new on be like Fallout (and also shout out to the fandom that did that lol). I mean, you had a Transformers parody already. Make fun of the dark gritty reboots with pastel ponys!! (and include Francis at least in the background!!)

Ok real episode plot time…

Ok so the Kale Patch Kids are a blending of Cabbage Patch Kids, Veggie Tales, and Beanie Babies I guess…still 90s nostalgia honestly

Compost Kids = Garbage Pail Kids. That’s not even trying honestly, but do I care? NOPE!! ^^

Chloe is actually a computer nerd with “connections” online. Huh…I actually called hacker!Chloe right. NEAT!!

Also thrift store/second hand collectable shop!! Hunting for the rare missing collection piece. Al the 80s/90s memorabilia. When did Chloe become me???

Crocker running the shop….meh. dad suddenly collecting these and causing the plot problem…meh. Pointless parts, but we’ll still roll with it for now…I guess using like say, Remy as the one who bought it before Chloe could, with eth reasoning being “I don’t want your girlfriend to be happy Turner, because then you’d be happy, so I got it and I’m going to kill it, muwahahaha” to which they both go “s/he’s not my boy/girlfriend!” would’ve been a bit more convoluted. I just want a moment where Chloe says to Timmy “wow you have a lot of enemies for a 10 year old” after she’s had to face like, a bunch of them

“You didn’t tell me your Dad collected [these]” “I was ashamed” more like he didn’t until the plot said he had to…

Legal Jorgen, haha. And hey I was just thinking the other day about magic and copyright laws, neats that canon said something about it Rules wise.

Wow must be a super slow news day if Chet is covering the pretend marriage of stuffed animals…Timmy’s flowergirl design is cute though ^^;

Heehee yes Chloe, turn to the dark side. Silent Avenger is a cool codename. But again “over the top with the spygear” was a Tootie trait…Chloe really is the new Tootie…:(

“I may have done bad but I’m not gonna admit that!” lol oh Chloe, you are too cute. But of course you’re going to have a subconscious guilt trip

You’re still wearing it because it’s cute ^^ and hey purple!

Badgirl!Chloe has an eyepatch??!! Chloe with an eyepatch??!! Man, I called that too. What are the odds??? I wish Francis was part of this “wrong crowd” of hers though…haha the super villain costume is great; why couldn’t this have aired BEFORE I designed her Negaverse counterpart…also why no eyepatch on this super villain?? Was it all cosmetic??

I sorta wish Dad had picked up the blueberry instead of the banana there…because red and “sort of a player” could be Knockout, who is also Daran, and it would’ve been a funny thin reference…

And Jorgen appears again for a third time. Meh, I’ll let pointless Jorgen slide since we haven’t seen him in a very long time.

Also watching the credits, I find it odd that Chloe isn’t in any of the pictures, but Sparky is…

But this episode was great. So much nostalgia, so much Chloe development. Limited/no magic, all dealing with real problems in (slightly) real ways. Very good!

As a whole episode, both parts work very well together. Neither is overtly strong or weak. I enjoyed both quite a bit. Highly recommend if you want some nice, clean, and easy Chloe characterization.

#fairly oddparents #fairly odd parents #fop #kp talks fop #review

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aletterat24 · 6 years

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A few statements of many

Was I loved?

Months ago, I read a book titled, "Girls Like Us," and it regarded the topic of sex trafficking. I had somewhat heard about the topic before, but didn't quite know much about it. I learned more, but what stood out to me the most from the very beginning of the book was constant theme of lack of familial love in the girls' lives. In order for such conditions to come about, often there was a lack of true love in the lives of the girls. Believe it or not, it was the first time that I had been more directly struck with the reality of the fact that many people come from loveless families. It presented a very stark reality, one that I rarely ever thought about.

I believe I've grown up being naive. I also have a natural tendency to see others through forgiving eyes that are inclined to assume positively of others' characters. That is often what good people do, people who know that they, themselves, are pure on the inside. We judge others like we judge ourselves. After all, aren't others like us?

I believe that it is human nature for humans to view others like they view themselves, until eventually stirred in some way to not do so. Consequently, good people may be more apt to assume well of others, with not so good or no good people assuming likewise, being therefore more guarded and less easily trustful than their better-hearted counterparts. The trait of assuming well of others is one that has been a large part of my personality since childhood. I sometimes assumed others were nicer than they were until shown otherwise, and much went unnoticed by me. Despite my being sensitive, I also let a lot of things that were mean-mannered roll of my back.

So again, was I loved?

I asked this question because currently, I don't have anyone in my life. I've always been introverted, but very kind to others. I believe that my introverted nature is something that should have been known about and understood by family. I once told my mother that I didn't feel like anyone from our family really reached out to me, and she said that it's my fault. I don't speak to them, so why would they speak to me? If I had a family member as myself and who was receptive to communication, then it would be no issue to reach out here and there, her shyness aside. It's not a difficult thing to do. I can imagine myself as the older aunt or cousin, and I would love to pour into my family. I've always had a big heart. I love showing love to others and always have desired to contribute to the lives of others.

Sometimes, my family members have told me that they have loved me, and I'm very appreciative to those who have done so enough times (and with enough sincerity) for me to know that they do mean it, at least at the end of the day. I recognize these things and take these things to heart. Certain cousins come to mind, of which I also recognize their own personalities and how they show love. We don't have to speak often or really at all. For them, I would say that things are okay. Things are as okay as they were able to be in these circumstances. However, with others, I don't believe that some things are okay. I question their love and have reason to do so.

When I read the book mentioned earlier, I remember thinking this thought: that my family overall have underestimated the lack of love in the world and the lack of familial love in the world. They underestimate the fact that many people truly go unloved in their families. I think an underestimation has occurred. Otherwise, I believe that some things would have been very different and would be very different today in some of what has happened to me and also in their responses.

Assuming underestimation vs. simple lack of care is just that: an assumption. There I go again in assuming better of situations that may truly be as bad as they seem to be in regards to others' lack of care and actual lack of love. It's a sad thing to contemplate. I wouldn't wish it upon anyone. I'd rather know for certain the answer. Am I loved? Am I not loved? It's better to know the answer to that particular question. It makes life and life's decisions easier. It prevents some things caused by the lack of knowledge and confusion thereof.

I really cannot pretend, at this point in time, to not know the answer. I do. If others knew the true reality of lack of familiar love or at least true familial love, then they would too know the answer. With some of what I've gone through in mind, that makes me really uncomfortable. Lack of love in my life has been too on display, manipulated and used. It's too personal of a thing to have been on display, but moreover, shown by strangers as being on display, as being known by them, as being a thing taken advantage of.

You don't show, "I know that you're not loved" to someone's face through evil actions taking advantage of the lack of love. That's something that you don't act like you know. You have enough decency to not throw it in someone's face through the things you do, by how you take advantage of them and the lack of love. Where I live, my environment and city (long story short) some people are really indecent. In the world, there are many indecent people.

In the end, some of the statements of many regarding what I've gone through have been, "I know you're not loved. I know you weren't cherished. I know you weren't considered beautiful or valuable. I know this. I know that - and I'm taking advantage of it. We're taking advantage of it." I've gone through some things that suggest lack of love and that speak these statements aloud silently.

Aside from everything I've gone through and all of the other ways I feel, this alone could really break my spirit. I've gone through some things too wrong to have gone through at all. I go through some things that should not be happening. These are the statements of many.

Have you ever had random people look you in your face, speaking volumes of words unsaid regarding things they should not know at all, let alone show you to your face? I have. It's happened too often and without any care at all, also often shown with attitudes that suggest that others can seem angry with me for simply existing, with attitudes that leave me questioning "Is there a problem?" It's as though I could not have been black, female, alive, here and in this body. Here and in this place. In this body. Now. At all.

Somewhere better for me

In 1 week exactly, I celebrate a birthday-and a pretty big one, I may add. It's supposed to be like...a really big deal. Who am I going to celebrate with?

Throughout grade school, I attended catholic schools, transferring to a catholic high school/junior high in 7th grade. I literally would make no friends. With a high gpa and knowing that I had a lot to offer in many ways, did it bother me? It honestly didn't. I grew to also become comfortable, for the most part, so when certain people (who actually called themselves having my best interest in mind) tried to show me that the school overall was quite racist, I didn't really take a lot of heed. I didn't see a lot of that, but it is to be assumed that a lot of racism surrounded me. It's not that I didn't care about racism, I was just naive and also had not dealt with many things directly. I was accustomed to the school environment and similar environments. As long as I did what I was there to do and had it all to show at the end of the day on my transcript, people didn't phase me. However, I do also believe that it was known well enough, at least amongst my own class, that I was quiet and introverted, perhaps sensitive and fragile also. So, I didn't deal with a lot directly or to my face. I was also a kind person. I don't think that could be denied, so there wasn't much reason to be particularly mean to my face. Now granted, some people were; but for whatever reasons, I was able to ignore.

Eventually early in my junior year, I'd transfer. I didn't make friends at the new school, a large public school. However, I've always remained a nice person. I also dealt with culture shock. Bullying (and some of that happened) was so much more open and in your face here, particularly amongst some of the black populations. It was my first time dealing with that and it kind of traumatized me. I didn't really know how to handle it. Ultimately, I didn't fret much over not having friends in high school because I knew that there was life thereafter. There was more life to live. My aunt and mom once said that in order to have friends, I had to show myself as friendly, saying so as though my lack of friends had to do with me. I don't believe that anyone had a reason to not think I was friendly. I think that a lot of people already had their own friends. I think I didn't quite fit anywhere and didn't know where to begin. I think many didn't care about my friendship (which is huge factor). I think a lot of others weren't necessarily nice at either school, at least not to me. It simply is the reality of the situation.

College would not go as planned at all or anywhere near how it could have gone for me, and I'd go through some really serious things. There also was not much opportunity for friendship.

In the end, I would be left isolated and alone.

I remember at my high school graduation, a kid who I had never spoken to before but who had apparently been mean regarding me with his friends, after realizing that I wasn't what he assumed, said "This is Texas," looking at me in a way that showed that a former, negative opinion or assumption regarding me was changing based on now having actually spoken to me and hinting truly at the fact that the indirect (in his case) bullying that had taken place was a result of racism, despite the fact that I believe that a lot of it occurred amongst black people, a lot of whom he was friends with -- the populars. He was a popular. I saw myself as just the quiet girl who didn't know anyone. Some things did not fit at all regarding me and my experience. It made me regret having done a short stint on the dance team my senior year with choreo that was often not for me (and I got injured before actually doing the dance that I liked). Even though I had taken classes for three years in school and wasn't a total novice or anything, I had nerves, was unaccustomed to/not comfortable with certain styles, and it just overall wasn't the place to do it. I say this because it also got me more attention than desired, but I never would have assumed that would happen being only 1 girl of about 50. It didn't make sense. Regardless, even though some the guy's friends who were mean were black (and much was realized this day and other days), he still made the "This is Texas" comment, only after hearing my voice, hearing me talk and so forth. What did he (or rather, they) assume about me and why? Regardless, his hinting and telling demeanor showed something that I don't think his black friends understood as well as I did--or maybe they just did not care.

People say that colorism amongst blacks, not just racism from whites, is worse in the south. Is it true? I'm afraid of what all surrounds me that I simply had not been aware of. It changes perspective regarding much and would have already done so years ago. --

Sometimes when I talk, strangers ask me, "Are you from California." "You're from the city. New York?"

It used to surprise me when I first began getting asked that. I get California the most. I don't know why. Ultimately, I simply suppose I sound "Northern," not stereotypically "Southern" (and thank goodness, right? I mean...)

Regardless, no, I'm not from such places or the likes of them. I do wish, though.

I like it when people assume I'm from somewhere else and ask me if I'm from somewhere that I've never been before, somewhere very different and somewhere I'd rather be. Somewhere better for me.

I'm not from Dallas or Houston, and I feel like when people think of Texas, particularly black populations in Texas, they think of those places. There's a big church in Dallas that makes it seem like there's so many black people in Dallas (as there'd have to be in order to fill up the church). However, whenever I've been, it's as though that's really not true, actually. It's the opposite. I got curious and looked up what other people could think and came across a really interesting article that stated that many young, black professionals don't feel at home there or like it presents much opportunity for experiencing things related to black culture or meeting black people, things like that. It was mentioned that some black people go to the grocery store and feel like they never see any other black people there. I believe that is how I would feel, but clearly some things witnessed or experienced depend on the area. Regardless, it stated that many young, black professionals from there often desire to move to places like Atlanta, both for more job opportunities, particularly amongst black people, and for personal enrichment and fulfillment. I really don't like when people assume otherwise regarding places they have never been to; but, I know that with Texas, many people do so ignorantly. It never had to matter, but assumptions such as that did end up mattering in my life. That is because opportunity would be assumed where opportunity was not as present, in several different ways, as assumed.

With that being said, there is more opportunity in Dallas than where I live. I live about an hour and a half away from Dallas (4 hours from Houston). I don't drive on the freeway and also don't have my own car, so I flat out don't go to Dallas, but they do have dance studios, museums and so forth. There's even a black museum and a black dance studio. I'll never go, but Dallas does have more to offer in terms of fulfillment, busying oneself, getting involved in more artistic things and so forth. I'd love to be able to take adult dance classes of different varieties at some of the different studios (There's about 3-4 studios I'd want to take classes from), but it's too far of a drive. I'm simply not from there. That's not where I live, and it's far. All in all, I feel opportunity of different sorts lie elsewhere, far from me, maybe in several different adjacent cities, but not this one. I'd have to venture farther than what's comfortable to venture. So, opportunity also to meet others is limited. However, others aside, opportunity just for personal fulfillment is limited. I want to take acting classes, visit museums, see lots of culture. I can't. It's something that many people from many cities could not understand.

My aloneness a complicated mix of several factors and then some -- all out of my control. I feel as though I owe it to myself to speak.

I thought that some circumstances would be very different at this point in time, but instead...

Simply, instead.

I sighed and didn't know what else to say.

I will simply say that this birthday, I'll shed tears. I'm very saddened. I feel many emotions such as disappointment, hurt. Mostly disappointment. I feel let down, by no one in particular, but just overall.

This is an aspect of my story. There's so many words waiting to be said, having been said. Words that I may never say There's too many words.

There's been so many aspects of my story. The story is too long. Its words are endless now, but when I can, sometimes I attempt to speak in fragments and portions.

I currently don't know what else to say.

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The Saga of Lake City Quiet Pills, part four- the activity of /r/lcqp

Since this particular sub has now been made private, I'll be working with my archives starting from this page https://archive.is/tRmMQ

Gamejack or legit?

Sub created Tue Apr 7 17:18:38 2015 UTC by /u/lcqp_announcer, who bafflingly enough was fairly active in the few days before starting the sub, having joined on April 3rd... despite then posting only a few times in r/lcqp before vanishing with the rest of them. If they were trying to look like a normal user, you'd think they'd pick a different username... The sub is marked NSFW for some reason. I expect this stops it from showing up in search engines or being cached by Google, or the like. Fortunately archive.is can still grab it.

THREADS

Tue Apr 7 17:25:08 2015 UTC- RALLY VINCENT RALLY VINCENT RALLY VINCENT - 5097 1934 https://www.reddit.com/r/lcqp/comments/31rq0u/rally_vincent_rally_vincent_rally_vincent_5097/ "announcer" posts a PGP message. Dustoff (same day 17:30:54), lcqp (a separate user from the announcer; reply to dustoff 17:41:47 edited at 21:35:40), sam and phelan arrive. There's a deleted post (reply to lcqp, 17:52:09), to which announcer replies with another PGP message (18:35:09). Last post on the 10th. lcqp refers to dustoff as "Kimmy". sam's posting history seems to still have the deleted reply, which is Vietnamese for (according to Uncle Google) "Ah, beautiful girl, no Oscar!". Can't be sure this is *the* deleted post though. Sam makes sure to mention his alternate name of "Than", which he's referred to by in other posts. - The comment thread has posts fairly closely clustered together (5-10 minutes between replies) except for the last one, with lcqp's post edited hours later.

Fri Apr 10 18:12:29 2015 UTC- we roll! https://www.reddit.com/r/lcqp/comments/325985/we_roll/ announcer announces a new contact system will be put into place in "a week or two", which is about how long the sub was active as a messageboard, followed by another PGP message. AyoDende comments, a full 9 days later, ie after the next post effectively closing the sub. I think you may have missed out, buddy. - This is the one that baffles me most, honestly- why is Ayo so late? If lcqp is legit (regarding this sub, regardless of the legitimacy of the LCQP story at large), why would a soldier or ex-soldier do something dumb like reply to an outdated thread in a retired communications sub? Wouldn't he at least use the more recent thread, at least acknowledge he's late? If lcqp is a put-on this can be handwaved as essentially a plothole, but why would this be in the "script"? If AyoDende isn't a part of the "show" (regardless of the legitimacy of anything else), this could be explained as some bandwagon-jumping gamejacker kid being an idiot, but he uses military jargon previously used by phelan as though he knows what he's talking about. ... Then again, given the gafes required for the original LCQP incident to have happened, maybe these people really are just a little bit dumb.

Fri Apr 17 10:49:50 2015 UTC- STAND IN THE DOOR https://www.reddit.com/r/lcqp/comments/32ws89/stand_in_the_door/ Another PGP from announcer. Dustoff confirms the "new server will be ready on Monday". This is indeed the last time the sub is used for its apparent intended purpose.

Thu Jun 4 11:27:15 2015 UTC- Oscar Sayer, 1945-2015 - "de oppresso liber" https://www.reddit.com/r/lcqp/comments/38i71i/oscar_sayer_19452015_de_oppresso_liber/ announcer posts, reporting "Shade"'s death. Dustoff replies about 5 minutes after the thread is posted. This post is stickied. Title is the motto of the United States Army Special Forces, effectively translating to "from oppression to liberation".

Tue Jun 9 17:14:29 2015 UTC- Shhhhh.... Use the new server.... https://www.reddit.com/r/lcqp/comments/396nmv/shhhhh_use_the_new_server/ Posted by lcqp, seemingly in response to the Oscar Sayer post. (Could be AyoDende's fault, but it's a bit late for that.)

Through some posters' pages, we find one more relevant thread: Wed Jun 3 15:52:59 2015 UTC- i__hah's death thread. https://www.reddit.com/r/self/comments/38dtyt/well_so_long_everyone_thanks_for_being_here_i/ Outside of /r/lcqp, a rather sobering thread where a person who is apparently "Shade" announces their own impending death by (presumably) colon cancer. This is the user's last post, preceded by about 15 minutes by one about "soothing gels" and "gratuitous nudity". Well, that's one way to go out. I'm not to sure about the logic behind this one. Apparently his doctor miscalculated i__hah's remaining lifespan by three months the first time, but he was now sure of his time of death down to the hour, possibly minute. Unless he was commiting suicide (sanctioned or otherwise), I'm not sure how this is supposed to be possible...

THE CHARACTERS

Some of the users of r/lcqp were quite active outside of the sub, while others only posted a few times. Sex and porn subreddits seem to be quite popular among these people...

lcqp_announcer- Posts mainly in generic subs like AskReddit, eli5, showerthoughts, as well as some odder ones like HotAsianMilfs (unsurprising), weddingplanning and identifythisfont. A lot of the Askreddit threads seem to be about sex. Another favorite sub is progresspics, where he semi-aggressively hunts for opportunities to drop a bit of backstory (lost 100+ pounds in 7 months due to illness and surgery). There's also this gem https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/31m4ah/if_you_could_have_one_statistic_displayed_above/cq2uqx6/?context=3 Also included is a bit of random pointless white-knighting...

dustoff_avenger-joined 2015-04-07T17:29:50+00:00, first posted 2015-04-07T17:30:54+00:00 in the RALLY VINCENT thread. Possibly the most active r/lcqp user, she (gender mentioned in post history) started posting with the creation of lcqp and continued to post for a while after Shade's death, with her last post on Mon Jun 29 16:15:50 2015 UTC. Once again her post history includes a lot of sex-related subs and threads, as well as TwoX (a cringy sub where random men praise women for getting an abortion like you'd praise your 10 year old for going to the corner store on his own for the first time, apparently...). She also seems to be openly lesbian or bi. Also common are politics- and military-related posts and posts about her job, which is apparently some form of military pilot.

This post mentions post history I'm not sure I saw in her actually current... post history: https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/38owbz/tgif_redditors_who_have_the_day_off_how_are_you/cs0kfzz/?context=3 Like RoP there may be posts still on threads that aren't on their profiles, self-note to google search these usernames too Also this. https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/396m5a/assuming_that_reddit_is_used_for_secret/

Also mentioned is sex with Jerro, a post on KotakuinAction, jerbs, more pointless whiteknighting...

She's referred to as "Kimmy" by lcqp.

As of June 3 2017, she's returned as curator of r/lcqp-out-of-africa.

lcqp- joined Apr 4 21:01:28 2015 UTC, first post Apr 4 21:15:56 2015 UTC, last post is the "new server" thread on Jun 9 17:14:29 2015 UTC with the last post before that being Apr 18 13:09:17 2015 UTC. Last post before that is his one post in r/lcqp at 2015-04-07T17:41:47+00:00, edited same day T21:35:40+00:00. Once again there's plenty of military posts and sex posts, with a bit of whiteknighting, though unlike the others he seems to have quite a... problematic sense of humor. Also Death Note and Sailor Moon. Apparently he's old. One of his more recent posts before vanishing describes his "former employer"'s death, clearly referring to RoP.

i__i__i__i__i__hah- TwoX post, check, sex posts (with a particular focus on pegging), check, military posts, check... Whiteknighting, check... I think this might just be a common trait among military types, who tend to lean conservative and also be concerned with protecting "civilians", but having it pop up in the post history of every single person in this sub makes them look closer to a group of sockpuppets. Aside from being almost disgustingly cringy. Jesus While we're talking about circlejerks, bitching about religion also seems to be a common trait with this group... Anyway, i__hah was apparently deployed overseas in 1976 prior to meeting their wife, is old, etc. They have the longest post history of any /lcqp user, as you'd expect from their earlier registration date... amusingly, further back in their history (around April 1st?) they claim they usually abandon accounts after hitting 1000 karma to shake off trolls. The account has posts going up to two months after that and sits at over 3000 karma. I'm half-tempted to say the death post was simply a way to end the persona and abandon the account, as is theorized with Milo, but the other users' reactions to it seem sincere.

I_am_flat_sam: Joined Wed Apr 8 11:31:18 2015 UTC. Has less than a page of posts, first being the Vietnamese reply made Wed Apr 8 11:37:07 2015 UTC to RALLY VINCENT... which doesn't show up on the thread.

Next post is the one that actually shows up on RALLY VINCENT, posted Wed Apr 8 11:52:33 2015 UTC.

The user returns in June to post in i__hah's death thread (the Vietnamese text here apparently just translates to "goodbye, my friend", and then posts a handful of times in r/balisong (a type of butterfly knife), r/xray (sub for shopping picturs of attractive women so their nipples show through their clothes... yep), and r/DCcomics, over the course of a week. Last post Thu Jun 11 11:45:13 2015 UTC.

phelan_md: Joined Fri Apr 10 16:51:51 2015 UTC with only one post, to the RALLY VINCENT thread on Fri Apr 10 16:53:49 2015 UTC.

I've got this box of band-aids and tampons. You guys interested?

Doc, +1PA, +4MT

My best quess is they're medical support, ie a "doc"(tor). Tampons are sometimes used to plug up a bullet wound or a bloody nose in a pinch.

AyoDende: Joined Sun Apr 19 02:48:49 2015 UTC, posted once, Sun Apr 19 02:57:00 2015 UTC to we roll thread:

Halvidarx2 +6 +2MT (2 Poor English laddies who feel upon bad times. Both class 1 plus trauma)

Similar jargon used to the "doc" character phelan_md while talking about injuries. The grammar seems rather worse than md's, however, though of course it's difficult to tell from only one post each.

#lake city quiet pills #lcqp #series #freaky shit

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theisbifamilyisbi · 7 years

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TIFI Chapter 1.7 Coup de Legacy

I think that’s a fitting title.

In this chapter, I go on a roller coaster.

This is an ominous beginning. And don’t be fooled, the household is so big it can’t handle a thumbnail.

Reeses cares more about the kids than their own parents.

Reeses: “If I kill this child, would I be the next in line for heir?”

Lollipop: “Try me bitch.”

For whatever reason, Twix is always geting in trouble and I never actually see her do anything. Although there was a trap in the bathroom for like two chapters that no one has hit yet (These gross peons don’t wash their hands after they use the toilet!) that I think she put there.

Twix: “Watcher, why do I have to stand in the GROSS TOILET AREA?”

Yes, I am making the watcher from Sims Medieval their god.

Someone left their smol animal in the snow and it might be dying. I’m not sure.

Pocky: “If it’s a dog can I has it?”

Pocky has the dog lover trait and I don’t know if my game can handle the size of this household and pets at the same time.

Someone used the toy chest Issy wished for! Wow. I think that’s Twix?

ISSY FOR THE LOVE OF-

Abraham is questioning his life choices. Most notably: the one where he married the baby factory.

Issy wanted a party, so I did a party. This was actually a lot of fun.

I DIDN’T INVITE YOU GET LOST.

Beau: “THE VOICES, THEY SPEAK! I LISTEN NOT TO THEIR CRIES”

MOCHI.

Don’t be fooled, Reeses peed himself at the same exact time as Mochi. -10 for me.

Reeses: “Who is this Reeses fellow who peed himself? I know no such candy man.”

This is the fun part where everyone gets presents, and Twix gets about ten because she just kept grabbing.

Screenshots to prove it.

Twix received three of the bee things, three toy ovens, three or four bears, and potentially a few more things I forgot about. Reeses got the video game, Mochi the easel, and I think Pocky got the fishbowl.

Pretty fairy girl is pretty. I hope she makes nice kids to outgrow the ugly townies. Like Connor there. Connor married Tori Kimura in this chapter, somewhere, since Fiona McOld died and Iqbal Aldied.

I don’t know how I feel about this.

Lollipop: “Strange human, release me.”

Also, I think that’s the Langerak boy crushing on KitKat.

Connor tell your son to STOP.

You know, Claire’s daughter hasn’t had much luck with her face these last few games I’ve played. Claire died this chapter. Actually, a lot of old people died.

I wonder if the graves slow my game?

WHERE ARE YOU TAKING MY HEIR.

Yeah, that better be as far as you go.

Even in the winter, people still enjoy the sandbox. That’s the Langerak kid who likes KitKat.

Right, Snickers still exists by the way. This is him. He aged up. I forgot about him.

Snickers: “If not for my good trait, I may have snapped and killed everyone here.”

o-O

This is the kid of the guy who Issy tried to flirt with when Abraham was playing hard to stalk get. I think he also liked one of the girls. Dunno.

Look, here’s Twix getting in trouble again! I don’t know why.

Snickers: *Snickering* “You’re in the way of the garbage.”

Twix: “Don’t you forget. I’m mean-spirited. I will make you c r y.”

I realized KitKat was missing. Here she is, on a random lawn doing homework.

Here is a kid who looks like he might break his neck. I don’t know whose kid this is. Sorry.

Abraham might burn down the house.

Abraham did not burn the house down. However he has like a level 6 or 7 logic skill and is still level 2 in the medical career. Abraham pls.

Also, that bush. That is the murder bush.

I don’t care about the points I’ll lose: SOMEONE DIE.

Ah, our first victim.

Snickers: “This seems like an unsafe bush that I should not touch, as I am a precious u n k i l l a b l e child.”

KitKat got caught by the police for being out after curfew. Whoops.

KitKat: “I swear, wasn’t my fault officer.”

KitKat is grounded, among other upset moodlets. This means you can pretty much assume she’s entirely red for the rest of the chapter.

I mean, that’s okay, it’s just not what you’re supposed to wear.

Considering the fact KitKat has the natural cook trait and not Pocky, Pocky really likes cooking whereas KitKat has never touched the stove.

All I’m saying is Reeses likes the kids more than anyone else. Skittles likes them when they’re in the other room, but Reeses takes care of them and stuff.

Speaking of Skittles, I have no idea where she goes. She doesn’t do anything interesting which is why there are so few pictures of her.

Issy: “WAFFLES!”

I had to remind you she was here. And that she’s pregnant. Again.

Were trying for a good portrait picture this time. Preferably brighter than the other one.

Mochi was also painting at the easel she got for snowflake day. Pocky looked like they were about to fight as she walked past.

Also I thought this was a good shot to show off Mochi’s face. She has Abraham’s nose.

Twix is in trouble yet again. Haha.

Clearly the best place to bond.

Mochi has finished her first painting!

Prom overload coming.

Mochi actually looks so good in her formal attire.

Pocky looking freeesh.

I mean, okay. I expected like, KitKat or Pocky. But that works.

Helmut, is an incredibly average dude. But he’s sweet. He’s called her daily looking to chat.

It’s kinda weird brother and sister are prom king and queen but I guess they don’t look too related.

Pocky didn’t really have much of a good night.

EXCEPT FOR THIS. HAHAHA I APPROVE.

That’s the first time I’ve seen this message for prom, but WHAT THE HELL THAT’S SO MEAN.

Mochi found a dude, which is cool.

There was honestly so much more. SO MUCH MORE. But I figured it’s kind of boring to see the same messages so.

Look at dem crowns.

I am determined to get a decent painting of her.

And then she went into labor. Snickers is concerned.

Skittles does not care.

Skittles: “Mother, you have had so many of us you should no longer feel pain.”

You would think Abraham would be kind of used to his wife having children by now.

Issy: “Glow my child, shine!”

Sugar Daddy Isbi is actually very pretty when she grows up and I’m not sure what traits she has. I’ll remember them for the next update.

So, KitKat was off on a date while Issy was giving birth.

That’s the Langerak kid I think. They talked for like seconds.

He left and went into the spa. KitKat didn’t seem to mind though.

KitKat: “I don’t do blondes.”

FUCK THESE LAMPS. THEY RUIN MY SHOTS.

Twix: “Isn’t that picture older than I am?”

SHE FINISHED IT TOO. WOOO.

Lollipop: “I don’t trust you to hold me, old man.”

Abraham: *Traumatized for life*

Sometime later, I forgot Twix existed and she aged up.

I don’t remember what trait she got either, since she’s not important and my game is closed and takes twenty minutes to open. Like Twix is so unimportant I always forget her name, I forgot to put her in my family memo where I keep track of traits and etc, and I keep think she’s Mochi.

The llama mascot is back. Abraham and he are ready to brawl.

Issy: “Chicken legs, Daddy.”

Daddy: *Does not realize her nickname yet*

These two blocked the door for awhile.

Why is your artistic ability regressing!?

Skittles: “Mom I swear if you even THINK of having another baby-”

Snickers: “This house is already trash!”

KitKat: “Ooh, another date? Wait, what do you mean you’re not the blonde guy.”

Issy: “Waffles!” (:

KitKat: “Weren’t you into my sister?”

Rudolph: *sweating* “I’m tired okay.”

This child is not ready for what is going to be coming.

Tanning at night, that makes sense. What, are you paling instead?

Well, this was to be expected.

KitKat: “If I date you can we not?”

Issy: “WHY WERE YOU TANNING AT NIGHT?”

KitKat: “MOM STAHP!”

Rekt.

Mother daughter bonding. Exactly what I want to see!

And no fucking lamp in the way

Shit. I get points off for this, because this is just sad. How do you get a toddler to pass out like this.

I’m not sure where these ramen noodles came from. How do you even get ramen in this game?

I updated the graveyard. It’s getting pretty full.

Well damn, Mochi survived.

I thought this was a nice shot, even if he’s out breaking curfew.

Did I mention Issy decided she wanted another baby?

Other than this being a good movie, that’s me right now.

Hooray! Lollipop’s birthday! She got the Perfectionist trait. I don’t know why I don’t have a screenshot of her.

Oh. I know why.

Twix isn’t that ugly from the side like this.

Pocky: “It’s my birthday bitch and I’m going to fuck everything up.”

Yeah.

She fucked it up.

Issy: “MY DAUGHTER IS LIKE ME!”

Well fuck, you rolled the insane trait.

Pocky: “What the fuck mom wasn’t talking to herself all these years!?”

Pocky: “I can feel it coming. The stupidity. The insanity.”

Please stop.

Pocky: “You can’t make me, Voice.”

Pls. Pls no.

On that abrupt note, bye Reeses.

Bye KitKat.

Onwards to PURPLE BABIES.

Well this is awkward, Issy is literally still pregnant and I now need her to auto finish the Abraham portrait.

Scoreboard:

Births: (9) +45 100K Simoleons: (1) +40 Honor Roll: (2) + 10

Bladder Fail: (5) -25 Passing Out: (2) -10

Total: 65

I went down :(

Previous: 1.6 Bc Heir Vote No Longer Matters

Next: Pocky’s first chapter as heir!

#1.7 #chapter 1.7 #TIFI #TIFI Isbi #isbi #isbi challenge #ts3 #sims 3 #legacy challenge #sims 3 legacy

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