#how he hides because to be seen and noticed is to become a target

[kopykunoichi]

Refresher for the people still confused about this...

In a galaxy far, far away, EVERYONE has midi-chlorians in their blood. The Force resides in all living things. It binds the whole galaxy together. Midi-chlorians are what allow beings to commune with the Force. The more midi-chlorians you have, the more potential you have to RESPOND TO and WIELD the Force. But notice that Asajj couches her statement with the line that those with a higher m-count were "believed" to be more capable of wielding the Force. There's a correlation, but it's not necessarily the only factor (see Sabine Wren).

This is the moment where the clones literally become stand-ins for the fans.

"What? If you can use the Force, you're a Jedi!"

No. If you can use the Force, you can use the Force. To use it as a Jedi uses it, you have to train as a Jedi. To use it as a Sith uses it, you have to train as a Sith. To use it like a Nightsister, you have to train as a Nightsister. Or you can get some rudimentary instruction and decide how you want to use it.

Jango Fett didn't have a high m-count, so his clones didn't either. But Omega and the rest of the Batch were special cases. As Cut said, the Kaminoans create with a purpose. Their deviations were intentional. Hunters abilities have always suggested he had a higher m-count than the others. But Omega's ability to perceive things before they happen (her bad feelings are nearly always spot on) and her affinity with animals have always been hints that her m-count is a little higher.

(Will update with screen grabs when I get them)

At the end of the episode, Omega asks Ventress if she has a high m-count.

Ventress: *looking at her nails* From what I've seen...no.

Omega: Then why is the Empire after me?

Ventress: Believe it or not, I don't know everything. But seeing as how a high m-count would make you a target, consider yourself lucky.

Omega: But I'm already a target.

Wrecker: Don't worry about it, kid. We'll figure it out. C'mon, let's get some chow.

Omega: *sigh* Thanks for trying.

Once they're out of earshot...

Crosshair: You're lying.

Ventress: About which part?

Hunter: You tell us.

Ventress: If Omega did have that potential, she'd have to be trained. Which would mean leaving you behind.

Hunter: That's not happening.

Ventress: What you want is irrelevant. The fact is, the Empire is after her, and they won't stop. If I were you, I'd leave this place. You're not as safe as you think you are. Our business is done.

Crosshair: I still can't figure out which side you're on.

Ventress: My own.

Okay, so Ventress is clearly not telling the truth about the m-count, which we know, because we've already seen Omega's charts. I really don't understand why people keep taking Ventress at her word here. We know better, and so do Crosshair and Hunter. My guess is that she's trying to protect Omega because she knows firsthand what it's like to be taken from your family and trained as a young girl.

We know that when Omega was at Tantiss, she was receiving transfusions of blood with midi-chlorians the same as all the other clones (harvested from the dead Jedi they're undoubtedly holding in the vault). They were taking her blood samples, but Nala Se kept throwing them away because she knew Omega would retain the higher midi-chlorian levels and she didn't want Hemlock to know that. The Emperor needs a clone that will maintain a high m-count so he can eventually get himself a new body. We know he does get that body, but not for decades - presumably because a) he never gets Omega, and b) the Batch is gonna take the fight to them at Tantiss and blow up their entire supply of midi-chlorian donors. Think about it - they're still working on Project Necromancer in The Mandalorian (24 years after The Bad Batch), but their resources are severely limited. The Empire has been all but wiped out, the Emperor is hiding out on Exegol, Dr. Pershing is clearly no Hemlock since he keeps killing his test subjects, and Grogu seems to be the only m-count donor they can get their hands on. The Emperor's cloned body is also deteriorating rapidly in TRoS, which suggests that even 25 years after The Mandalorian, he STILL hasn't figured out the right formula for cloning himself (which is good news for Grogu and Omega).

Which brings us back to the question, "Is Omega Force sensitive?"

The answer is, "yes", she is sensitive to the Force due to her elevated m-count. We've seen this all along. Hunter most likely is, too, and maybe some of the other Bad Batchers, to varying degrees. Tech could riot race, which takes incredible reflexes. Hemlock said that Crosshair didn't have a high m-count, and we don't know where Wrecker's abilities stem from. Omega can't wield the Force because she is untrained, but the potential is there. A person's aptitude to wield the Force seems to be strongly correlated to their m-count, but we've seen others with low aptitude eventually open the door to the Force with years of training and a decent dose of impending doom (we see this clearly with Sabine in Ahsoka, but it was also a topic in Legends).

Omega being Force sensitive doesn't mean that she has to leave her brothers. She can choose to pursue her training or not. She'd also have to find someone willing to train her. I'm not convinced Ventress is looking to take on any apprentices at the moment, but she could possibly connect Omega to Quinlan Voss (imagine the trouble those two would get up to).

But I don't think Omega will choose that path. One, it would just make her a bigger target. Two, I don't see her prioritizing power over family. She's a clone, and clones are ALL about family. They're Mando coded, not Jedi coded. Screw the space Buddhist lifestyle - clones parade their attachments around like trophies. Omega goes around collecting attachments like most kids collect rocks..."Hello, stranger trying to kill me, let's be besties."

[tiyoin]

Does Rook ever just "watch" twisted anxiety reader ?? I feel like he just enjoys the reactions that comes out of the reader.

the moment rook noticed reader slow down during PE was when he got a new target🤭

(rook is gonna get introduced very soon!)

it was enviable becoming rook's next watch target. silly reader! did you really think you'd be safe from people's watchful eyes in the sanctuary of ramshackle? your room?

non non non!

ofc rook loves to watch yuu. he finds them as beautiful as a stem of grass. how they go whichever way the wind takes them with gusto and elegance. how no matter how violently the wind whips them around they'll always be surrounded, always be supported by their fellow blades of grass. winter may be hard, like the obstacles they face! they may get stepped on, trampled and abused. but they'll always stand tall no matter what the cruelness of winter throttles at them. and when the spring rolls around, there's more blades of grass this time. they all get stronger and stronger, forever nonyielding to any adversities.

as much as they were a fortress, they were also a home. insects and bugs alike call grassy plains home. what may seem like meters to us could be miles for them. the grass are smaller trees, rook would joke in French whenever he got the chance.

overbold after overbold, rook was more surprised than the last at their perseverance, just like that of a single blade of grass.

and yet, you were something else entirely.

you were a donkey.

non non non!! that is something you should be ashamed of!

donkeys are de toute beauté creatures! (rook is actually more offended than you were when you got upset he compared you to a donkey)

listen dear y/n! donkeys are peaceful creatures that do not need your narrow mindedness around them. they're doing their best and that's more than anyone else can do.

would you rather be friends with a show horse or a donkey?

if you say show horse rook can see why. they're beautiful, elegant, majestic creatures compared to the latter. they're the models of the mammal species.

and yet, show horses are vain, egoistical divas who are known to kick and prank their trainers. quite literally bite the hand that feeds them.

yes you feel good being around it, but when push comes to shove, they care more about their manes than yours.

donkeys, to others, may be less physically appealing than the mighty knights stead, and yet by live stock handlers are much more beloved.

donkeys, albeit enthused creatures, are sensitive, kind, are known to make incredibly strong bonds. they're loyal creatures, once befriending a donkey you have a friend for life. where you walk they walk, when you cry they cry.

donkey's do not have manes so they do not care for them.

donkeys are very social animals, it is strongly advised of rhyme to not be solo as they become incredibly distressed and depressed when not in the company of their loved ones.

and dear reader, he must call you a donkey because have you SEEN your-

*rook is thrown in horny jail*

but rook is definitely one to appreciate the hidden gems of the world. and with his (and vil's) help he could make you shine! hiding uncut gems is an addictive feeling, but being able to shape and mend those rocks into crystals- that's what rook loves.

he wants everyone else to see the beauty that is you the beauty that you keep locked away in a hidden tower inside your heart. thick vines and unkept underbrush scatter along the walls of stone, titanium, and glass guard your tower.

rook will do what he must to get that box inside the tower, under the bed. he will do whatever it takes to open that box and show the world it's contents.

so why don't you join him for lunch? dear y/n.

and if the world turns it away he'll happily nuzzle it. as you always say: more for me!

uh, but to answer the question: yes. rook does watch twisted anxiety reader. it's apart of his schedule. he especially loves their unpredictability.

you have a class today, will you make it? or will you skip it again? if you skip it, then that's okay!

there's a few times where you've made him pause to think. but there were other times you were so painfully predictable. so painfully predictable that he felt perverted when he guessed the time you were gonna go to the library. only to see you walk in through the heavy oak doors not a second too late nor early.

and oh my god he loves watching reader's reactions. this mf would keep a track sheet 😭

would you continue playing the role of l'agneau, or would you let your fangs peek through your wooly disguise in hopes that the others wouldn't realize.

rook (and admittedly a few others) want to put you under a microscope.

poor reader would never leave ramshackle again if they found out! it works out for rook that the reader thinks they're unremarkable, it really does. cause it keeps them 'grounded' and in their own little buule! so he doesn't have to worry about any outside forces or them thinking a little too hard about their shadow.

[remember-the-fanfics]

You Got Wings!

In which the wings won the poll so now Genz!Overlord!Reader with wings

• You have wings! Bird wings! Any color

• You can make them disappear when you want but you'll only do that if it inconvenients you or people around you like in a meeting.

• You had to find a book on how to take of birds to figure out how to take care of them

• Learning how to fly was a struggle before you were an Overlord because everyone thought you were an easy target when you fell from the sky.

• You finally got the hang of it after becoming an Overlord, now flying anywhere.

• Your wings will reflect your emotions,

• Happy? They are up and fluffier. You usually run around who or what making you happy for a minute.

• Sad? They are lowerer, you have to make sure the don't drag and catch on something sometimes.

• Anger? Flared out, ruffled. Makes you look bigger than you are.

• Have only offered flights to your close friends, most like to stay on the ground.

• Charlie is the only one who will aways go for a flight, reminds her of her dad.

• You only flown with Vaggie once, while still inside the hotel.

• She thanked you and said hights just weren't for her.

• You noticed she had a sad look in her eyes.

• No one let's you fly with Niffty anymore.

"I thought I left a note."

"You were gone for 3 days!"

• They'll never know what the two of you did and why you were gone for so long

• Alastor doesn't like being touch so he wouldn't let you have flights with him.

• But will watch you fly from the balcony while drinking his tea

• Will ask you about the weather when you come back

• Has tried to get you to eat bird seed

• Angel Dust is just to tall and lanky to hold while flying.

• You tried, about broke one of you wings.

"Sorry!"

" 'is fine but help me up, yeah?"

• Husk will never fly with you, always to busy being the bartender.

• You give him sad puppy eyes everytime he says no.

• Sir Pentious doesn't trust you enough not to drop him

• It's not your fault he's just so slippery

• But let's you carry the Egg Boys

• Banned from trying to carry all of them at once

• When Charlie wants to put up a banner or something up high, it's usually you with Razzle and Dazzle.

• When you get to busy, forgetting to take care of your wings

• Which makes it a hassle when you're not busy.

• Husk has helped you before when you are just completely struggling with it

"Stay still!"

"I'm trying!"

• You get really upset if you accidentally hit someone with you wings

• Getting a sad face instantly, apologising quickly.

• Everyone at the hotel forgives you quickly

• You hides your wings for the next few days so it wouldn't happen again

• Charlie quickly tells you that your wings are fine. That you don't mean to hit anyone when you do.

• Then Angel Dust sqared you that they popped out ruffled and ready to fly

"See you didn't hit me then when you had a reason to so stop hiddin' them."

• You've ended up napping in front of a window multiple times because the sun feels so nice on your wings

• Plus along with the sun, you don't even need a cover to nap with, your wings can do it.

• After fighting some dumbass sinners trying to harass your people, which they injured one of your wings.

• Needing to go to the only other person you knew with wings for help but you can't just be seen as an injured Overlord walking where others could try to fight you more.

• So you call Charlie, the only one you knew that had a car in hell.

• After the awkward conversation of telling you were injured, her panicking, telling her not to panic, and then hearing her tell Razzle and Dazzle to get the car and that she'll be right over.

• Half the hotel decided to come as well

• Charlie, Vaggie, and Husk, along with Razzle and Dazzle.

• They will get you in the car as quickly and comfortable as possible, trying not to get you more hurt.

• Husk will quickly try and bandage your wing the best he can while Vaggie and Charlie ask the who, what, why, and hoe.

• Charlie had to hold Vaggie back from finding the ones who injured you and hurting them more than you already had.

• Telling Vaggie that they were already taken care off then having to clarify that you didn't kill them.

"See I'm fine!"

"You really aren't."

"...I'm better than I was 5 minutes ago."

• The next week while being at the hotel everyone hovered over you, making sure you didn't try and overwork yourself.

• Which you would have tried if Charlie hadn't locked you out of your room/office.

• Husk would check on your wing and make sure it heals correctly.

• After it's healed, you had to get use to fly again.

[loveisanimaginarydagger3000]

Enemies With Benefits (3)

Wanda Maximoff X Reader 18+

Summary: Enemies. That was what you were. She was an Avenger, you were a criminal. You should hate her, she should hate you. So why do you love the feeling of her skin pressed against yours? Moans spilling from her lips? The taste of her on your tongue?

Casual, rough sex. That was all it was supposed to be but soon feelings start to get involved. Would something so scandalous be able to last?

Warnings/Tags: Angst, Sexual Tension, Flirting, Hydra, Violence, Implied/Referenced Torture

General Masterlist | Enemies with Benefits Masterlist

Chapter 3- Surprise

As soon as you entered the grand hall, your eyes scanned around the room to search for your target. On the USB there was a file regarding an ex hydra scientist who not only performed on innocent people, which resulted in them dying, but he also abused many of his subjects, especially the young girls he managed to get a hold of.

Men and women in elegant outfits, showing off their wealth littered the room yet you paid no notice to the few looks sent your way from them, the lust in some of their eyes as you walked past in your suit. All black was always the way to go, it was the best colour to hide the blood stains after you had your way with a target.

You made your way to the bar, ordering yourself a drink before a woman sat next to you, her body closer than necessary to grab your attention.

“And to what do I owe the pleasure, Miss Romanoff?” you say, not turning away from your drink as the redhead receives her own drink and takes a small sip.

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn't pin you to this table and handcuff you?” she says with a little bite in her words.

“Hmm let me think,” you murmur, pretending to be deep in thought for a moment earning a glare from your side. You roll your eyes at her serious state and mumble how boring she is before answering, “Because I’m your favourite bad guy? Oh wait no, because you’d know I’d enjoy it too much,” you turn to her with a wink, her palm colliding with your cheek making a few people look over before losing interest. You rub the spot she just slapped, her expression stoic as you stare at her in disbelief, “You’re not one of my favourite Avengers anymore, that was just rude.”

“Cut the bullshit,” her tone dangerous, “This isn't a game Y/n. Why are you here?”

“The same reason you are,” you turn back to your drink, your eyes looking around the room as you take a small sip.

“And that is?” You let out a sigh at her words, annoyed you now have to deal with the Avengers meddling in your plans.

“Look, let’s ‘cut the bullshit’, we both want the Hydra prick, so why don’t we just make this easier for everyone?” she raises her eyebrow at you, waiting for you to continue, “Let me take care of him and you can all have tonight off, maybe you could go and learn to have fun somewhere.” She shakes her head at you, a breathless laugh escaping her.

“I don't think that’s going to happen,” you turn to her as she speaks, looking behind her to see if the man has entered yet.

“Why not? Is it because you don’t want to be a fun person?” She can see your smirk as you raise the glass to your mouth and holds back from slapping the smug and annoying look on your face.

“Because your methods of ‘taking care of them’ are inappropriate and illegal,” she’s read all the files on you and even seen you in the flesh as you punish whatever guilty soul you could catch.

“It’s not inappropriate, it’s what they deserve,” your voice loses the teasing tone, becoming more cold and angered. “Do you really think I’m just going to let you take them, stick them in a cell for the rest of their lives that protects them from the people that want them dead? I thought you were smarter than this Romanoff.” She sighs at you, but you're too focussed on seeing the man walk in, a smile plastered on his face as he greets the surrounding people. “Lovely speaking to you Miss Romanoff but I must say goodbye now,” you say with a sarcastic tone, your hand grabbing hers and raising it to your mouth to place a kiss on, her pulling away her hand at the dramatic gesture.

“If you carry on like this, you’ll end up in one of those cells,” she warns but you're already gliding through crowds of people to find the scientist.

“Fancy seeing you here,” a familiar voice calls out, her arm interlocking with yours, holding you back.

“Not now my little witch,” you say, keeping your voice calm as you stare ahead, the man talking to a woman and standing a little too close to her and, judging by the expression on her face, it wasn’t welcomed, “I have to work.”

“All work and no play?” she echoes your words from a few nights ago, her hand cupping your jaw and making you look at her.

“Yes, I’m a very busy woman at the moment so, if you’ll excuse me, I have a job to do.” You slip out of her grasp but she moves forwards and pulls you back, your anger rising now as you can’t let another one get a life of safety in an Avenger’s cell.

“I can’t let you do that,” she says, an indecipherable emotion in her voice. “Come on, let’s have some fun,” she purrs in an attempt to distract you. Your attention from the man falters for a split second, moving to gaze at her lips for a brief moment before returning to where the man was. You swear under your breath at the fact he’s gone, along with the woman, and turn back to the witch.

“This will be your only warning,” your voice low as you whisper at the shell of her ear, “ Stay out of my way.”

“Or what?” she challenges you, a low chuckle immediately leaving you.

“You should have kept your mouth shut,” you mutter, “Enjoy the surprise I will send you later.” With that said, you pull away harshly and leave to find the man, pushing a person into Wanda who then spills her drink on her dress, the other woman starting a scene with the witch making it impossible for her to follow you.

***

Wanda’s leg bounces as the other Avengers bicker between themselves, arguing about how they failed to bring in the scientist as well as how they lost them to you. Her fingers twirled the rings on her fingers, her thoughts out of control while the rest continued to speak. Her entire body froze when her phone vibrated in her pocket, a video and text being sent to her phone.

Unknown: I hope you enjoy your surprise :) See you soon my little witch Press play to watch video

Swiftly, she leaves the room, no one noticing her absence as they were too focussed on the argument, and heads towards hers room. Her fingers shakily pressed the play button, the phone taking a moment to load the video up.

“Hello my little witch” your voice can be heard over the groans of pain in the background. “I promised you a surprise, I hope you enjoy it,” the camera moves as you walk across the room, supposedly in an abandoned building. Soon, the man from earlier appears on screen, blood dripping down the side of his face, his white shirt unbuttoned showing the deep slashes across his chest. His head sluggishly raised to meet the camera, tears streaming down his face while a cloth was tied around his mouth to muffle the noises that left him. “Oh come on, smile for the camera,” you taunt the man, clearly unable to do so with the gag.

“Help,” the man screams behind the gag, but you only laugh in response.

“Stop with the pathetic pleads,” you groan in annoyance, moving closer to him. The bruising on his face is clearer on the phone as you move till the camera is practically in his face. “Now let’s say goodbye to witchy.” He glares at you but you're too busy trying to hold the camera still, not letting it shake with your laughter.

“Fuck you,” he manages out quite clear and you just tsk at him.

“Sorry for my rude guest,” the camera moves till it’s on your face, his blood staining your neck and collar bones. “Goodbye my little witch,” you say, a charming smile on your face as the video ends.

As soon as the video ends, she’s leaving the room, heading for the exit of the compound to find you. It doesn’t take long for her to reach your apartment, her fist pounding on the door. When you don’t answer, she tries the handle to find the door unlocked. She strides into your apartment, seeing your jacket laid across a chair along with your shoes near the door that shows you’re here.

“Y/N,” she grits out, walking through your apartment till she hears the water of the shower running. She wastes no time in heading towards the bathroom, her magic almost pulling the door off its hinges as it flies open. You turn around in the shower, smirking over your shoulder as you see her through the glass panel. The water around you is red, the dried blood on your body slowly washing off.

“It’s rude to walk in on people showering unless you plan on joining them,” you murmur, continuing your shower as if she wasn't there.

“Out. Now,” she seethes out, eyes glowing red while her fingers twitch with her magic.

“ Or what?” your sneer back, turning around in the shower, the blood now clean from your toned body.

“There is no fucking or what. Out.” Her voice sends a shiver down your spine and you turn off the water, stepping out of the shower and not bothering to wrap a towel around yourself as the water drips down your body.

“Why did you do it?” her voice wavers with anger and sadness, almost disappointment, as she looks at you. “We were going to put him in a cell to rot in for the rest of his life,” her finger jabs into your chest, pushing you back slightly before she uses her magic to wrap a towel around you so she can push you against the wall. A groan leaves your lip at the force of her shove, the wall colliding with your back painfully.

“I gave him what he deserved,” you grit out, “Do you even know what he did?”

“He still didn’t deserve to die,” she argues and you scoff at her. “He should have suffered in prison for years, not been killed.”

“You’re telling me that a man who used people, children however he wanted, didn’t deserve what I did to him.”

“You should have handled it differently,” she sighs out irritated, walking away from you and sitting on the edge of your bed. You pull on a robe and follow after her, leaning against your drawers as she stares at you.

“I didn’t kill him,” you whisper after a few moments of silence, hope glinting in her eyes.

“Where is he-”

“That doesn’t mean he isn’t already dead,” your hands run through your hair before massaging your temples. Why were you telling her this? “I sent his location to a few people who wanted him dead, he was still alive when I left him.”

“Where?” you stare at the hopeful look in her eyes, noticing how much it contrasts from her lust-filled ones, how it’s somehow even more alluring. You give in, writing down the address which she quickly types into her phone, most likely in a message to a fellow Avenger as you move to change. “Thank you,” she whispers, making you turn around to look at her. You hate how it made you feel warm inside when she said those two little words and clenched your jaw in anger at yourself. What were you doing?

“Unless you want me to fuck you, get out,” your voice is emotionless while you move to grab the bottle of whiskey from one of the drawers.

“Y/n..” her face contorts to confusion at your sudden shift in mood, a frown now on her face.

“Yes or no?”

“Y/n-” she tries again but you cut her off, walking close till you're towering over her.

“It's a simple answer, if you say yes, I’ll pin you to that bed and have you screaming my name,” her breath hitches at your words, “if you say no, you can get out and go be the hero you so desperately want to be.”

Wanda’s entire body freezes at what you just said, a new wave of anger washing over her. She scoffs as she pushes you away, “At least I’m trying to be a hero unlike you.” You glare at her while the green in her eyes turn red again. “Y/n and her fucked up ways of trying to save the world,” she practically mocks before walking away. “Talk to me when you’ve learnt how to stop being a dick,” she shouts before the front door slams shut.

[dreamescapeswriting]

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SEOKJIN:

"I'll be right back, I stink," You groaned as you quickly kissed your boyfriend on the lips and headed into the shower he had just left. The two of you were staying at his place for the week because you were closer to your job when you stayed here. You'd just finished a double shift and you were ready to shower and forget everything that had happened whilst you were working. It had been too long a day and you were ready to sleep beside your boyfriend without a care in the world.

"Babe, your phone!" Jin called out as you just got into the shower, he sighed and looked down at your phone as it continued to buzz on the nightstand. As it continued to buzz he noticed that the number was withheld and his stomach began to churn, had someone found you already? The two of you had only been dating for a couple of months but it wouldn't be completely unheard of for rival groups to find you and target you all because of Jin. Instead of worrying about who it might have been he just answered the phone, if it wasn't a rival he could simple relay a message that you were in the shower. 

"Hello?" He called out as he answered the phone, holding it to his ear as he peeked through the bathroom door at you while you showered. He hated how tired you looked lately and he was going to do anything to make sure you relaxed tonight with him. 

"Hello, this is an automated message. Please call us back on 0800 001066  in regards to your inquiry about selling your eggs or becoming an egg donor. Thank you." The line was clicked and Jin stood still, staring down at the phone as he tried to think of any reason you would be donating your eggs anywhere. 

"Hey, I forgot my-" You stopped talking midsentence when you saw Jin,

"What's wrong with you? You look like you've seen a ghost." You giggled nervously while looking at him. You were nervous when you saw Jin holding your phone, your stomach sank at the sight of it. You'd been waiting for a phone call about selling your eggs all week long and judging by the look on Jin's face he had just answered the call for you.

"Jin..."

"Why are you selling your eggs?" He asked bluntly while staring over at you, you bit down on your lip as you tried to think of a way to explain this to him. Jin never had money troubles, he was dirty stinking rich which meant he wasn't going to understand your need for this. No one you had spoken to about this understood so why was he going to be any different.

"I needed the money," You admitted while slowly sitting on the edge of the bed, gripping the towel around your chest as you tried to avoid looking at Jin. You never wanted to admit to anyone that you were struggling when it came to finances which were why you took on so many hours at work and even contemplated getting a second job. 

"So you're selling your eggs?"

"Look, I don't expect you to get it. Okay? But you don't need to get so judgy about it! I need the money and it's the only option I have before I get kicked out of my shitty apartment," You rambled quickly before sighing and rushing toward the bathroom so that you could hide in peace only Jin wasn't going to let you. If you were struggling he wanted you to come to him, he was your boyfriend and he was always going to care for you. 

"Hey, Hey, no." He sighed taking your wrist in his and bringing you crashing against his chest. He looked down at you and shook his head, there was no way on this earth he was ever going to judge you for something that was out of your control. 

"I wasn't judging, I just wanted to know. Why didn't you tell me you were struggling. I would have helped." He smiled a little as he brushed his hand over your cheek, feeling a flutter in his chest as you snuggled closer to his touch.

"I don't need help. I don't want you to give me money." You admitted while looking up at him, the last thing you wanted was for someone to give you money. You weren't some charity case, you were an adult who needed to make her own way in life.

"I wouldn't give you money...I would give you a job or ask you to move in with me so you don't have to worry about rent." He explained while smiling down at you, the smile hadn't moved since he thought about the idea. Moving in together would be an amazing step in your relationship and he would be able to protect you a lot more if you were closer to him.

"What?"

"We're dating, we're going to move in together at some point...Why not do it early?" You stared up at him a little shocked. He was right, the two of you were going to end up dating but was it too soon? What if he eventually got sick of you and decided that he didn't want to be with you anymore? There was no way you weren't going to help him pay for the things inside of his giant mansion either...Though you were pretty sure the only thing your salary would cover would be the electricity bill once a month.

"But I still need to pay toward the rent," There was no way on the planet you were going to move in and not pay for something, it would be wrong...At least to you, it would be,

"Why? You know what I do for a living right? You don't have to pay me anything, hell, you don't even have to work." You sighed at him and tapped his chest softly. You did know what he did but it didn't mean it would make things easier for you to do. You'd feel rude for just living rent-free with him.

"Jin." You warned,

"I'm serious. You can live here rent-free, if you want a job you can keep it but I don't want you to worry about bills or rent," He smiled proudly of himself before you let out a small sigh.

"I'll move in but I'm paying for something. Maybe the monthly food shopping?"

"If it'll make you feel better," He said before kissing you all over your face, slowly walking you back toward the bathroom, pushing you into the shower as he stripped out of his towel to join you.

YOONGI:

Items were falling down around you as you stared up at the balcony of your apartment. All of your clothes were hanging over the bars as well as on the floor beside you as your arsehole landlord threw you out. He didn't even have the dignity to let you pack your things up, instead, he was throwing everything out onto the streets three floors below while you begged him not to. 

"You're such an arsehole!" You screamed as you watched him pour your underwear down onto the floor while laughing hysterically with the men he had up there with him. They'd ripped you out of your apartment that morning when you woke up, you were just thankful Yoongi hadn't been around for any of this. Not only was it embarrassing but you were 99% sure he would have killed them if he caught them laying one finger on you or even looking at you in a way he didn't like.

"I gave you three months! It's not my fault you're broke!" Your landlord boomed before your laptop was sent crashing to the floor, snapping in front of you as you began to cry. All of your life work was on that thing and not to mention it was a work laptop that you were now going to have to cover with your salary. Yoongi had heard the commotion as he pulled up in the parking lot and he couldn't believe what he was seeing right now the fact that you were crying made his blood boil.

"Hey, what's going on?" He questioned, walking closer to the scene when he noticed that everything that was being thrown onto the ground was something you owned. Included the painting he had gotten you for your birthday a few months ago, it was smashed onto the floor.

"Yoongi!" You yelled out before something was thrown down making you flinch. You rushed toward him, trying to turn him away from the scene and push him in the direction of his car but it wasn't going to work. Not when he'd already seen what was going on.

"J-Just go home. This is nothing. Just some couple fighting," You lied as you tried to hide the fact that you were sobbing hysterically in the street but Yoongi had already seen you.

"Yn, don't lie to me. I can see it's your stuff, what's going on?" He ran his hand over your cheek, wiping away the tears that started to fall harder as you realised he was going to find out sooner or later.

"Y-yoongi...Please, Please if you love me don't get me to explain anything-" He pulled you out of the way as your TV was sent hurtling to the floor and smashing into pieces. Yoongi was beyond pissed that someone was trashing your apartment and that they had nearly hit you with their lame attempts at kicking you out.

"Dirty fucking slut! Should have whored yourself out to make a bit of extra money!" Yoonig narrowed his eyes to get a better look at the man that had just hurled an insult at you and he smiled smugly to himself. 

"Wait here," He told you calmly, kissing your forehead before trying to walk away from you, 

"What? Yoongi...No," You begged, reaching for his arms to try and stop him from doing something he would regret. Though you were more than sure the men in your apartment would be the ones to regret it since Yoongi was who he was in this world.

"No, you're right. Come with me." He smirked taking your hand in his and beginning to walk with you through the building and up to your apartment door. 

"Wait right here," He said while standing you just out of sight before he stepped through the door of your now trashed apartment. He could hardly believe that someone would do something like this. Even when he threw someone out of apartments he owned he would never do something like this to them, no matter how far behind on rent they were.

"What are you doing in here?" Yoongi asked calmly while looking at the men, all three of them stopped and stared over at him. Their faces lost all colour as they noticed that the owner of the building was standing close to them. He'd bought this place quickly after he began dating you because he knew how shitty the neighbourhood was and he wanted to be sure you would have a safe spot to live.

"Boss?" The landlord asked with a giant smile on his face. He seemed to be pretty happy to see Yoongi standing there which meant he had no idea the two of you were dating.

"Hmm. What are you doing?" He questioned while looking at the landlord, the other two men looking at Yoongi anxiously suddenly feeling like they were being scolded by a teacher.

"Some little whore was behind on her rent, we were showing her the way we deal with it," The same smug expression was on the landlord's face and Yoongi looked back at him. You hadn't mentioned being behind on rent to Yoongi lately, if he'd known he would have helped but right now that wasn't the point.

"Oh?"

"Yeah. No one fucks with Mr Min and gets away with it." One of the other men laughed loudly and Yoongi stepped further into the room and nodded his head, running his hand along his jaw. There was no coming back from this for them and he was just sorry your things were broken.

"So you're trashing her items?"

"Yes sir," He said sounding so happy with himself so Yoongi smirked and began to push him toward the balcony door and pushed him roughly against the edge of the railing. The landlord cried out, terrified of what Yoongi was going to do to him.

"There's just one little thing that you're forgetting though," He said as he shook the man making him whimper, even more, a wet patch beginning to grow on his pants as he pissed himself from the fear he was being caused. 

"What...W-What?"

"Babe!" He called out before you walked into the apartment, looking at Yoongi as you tried not to look at anything else. You weren't sure you could trust yourself not to cry if you saw the state of everything inside of your home.

"Babe?" The landlord's voice shook as he stared over at you automatically realising his mistake, 

"But she never mentioned the two of you were dating, she never said she was seeing someone if I'd have known she was seeing you boss I never would-"

"I don't want to hear it. I want you to say sorry to my little angel," Yoongi said as he got his gun out from his pocket and held it against the man's temple. It didn't scare you one little bit to see Yoongi acting like this in front of you, you'd seen it a million times and right now was no different either.

"I-I'm s-sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" The landlord wept as Yoongi let him move away from the railing, dropping to his knees in front of you as you keep your eyes on Yoongi not wanting to look at the other man.

"Now tell her you're going to clean everything up and replace it,"

"I'll c-clean everything! I-I'll buy you everything new and you can have the apartment," Yoongi kicked him onto the floor and walked over to you as he put his gun away. Wrapping his arm around you be made sure you were okay before smiling at you,

"She doesn't need this place back, she'll be with me, right?" You smiled back at him and nodded your head.

"Right," You nodded in agreement before he kissed you softly in front of everyone. 

HOSEOK:

All week long Hoseok had been trying to get in contact with you but every time he tried to reach you it was somehow disconnected or told him that the user was no longer in service. For a while, he thought you'd blocked him from contacting you but you'd just shown up at his door carrying take-out food. It was a complete surprise to see you when he thought you were just going to disappear from the face of the planet. 

"I got food from work, I figured we could eat together." You said with a smile walking into the house as though you didn't have another care in the world. Hobi smiled a little, relieved that you weren't ignoring him but upset that you were still hiding something, 

"I've been trying to call you all week," He stated while following you into the kitchen. It didn't go unnoticed that your whole body tensed up at the mention of him trying to call you.

"Oh...I must have let my phone die," You lied, trying to keep your voice from shaking as you plated him something to eat. You were behind on your phone bill but it was nothing that wouldn't be fixed at the end of the month...You just had to make it until then even if it meant living off leftovers from work and trying to scrape by on extra hours for a while. Maybe you could convince your boss to give you extra shifts if you were lucky or maybe get approved for another job in the city. Only without a phone, you weren't going to be able to know if you got it or not so you were basically fucked.

"Yeah, that's what I thought too but it's not like you to let it die and then not charge it all week." He let out a laugh as he tried to make it seem as though he was making casual conversation. It was clear that there was something going on with you and he wanted you to feel comfortable coming to him to talk about it. The two of you had been dating for six months now and he never wanted you to feel as though you couldn't go to him with something. 

"Usually you're glued to that thing," He mentioned while staring at you, you said nothing for a while as you just stared down at the plate in front of you. Your heart racing against your chest as you realised by the tone of his voice that he knew it hadn't simply died like you said it had.

"Hobi..." You trailed off slowly, you hoped he was just going to drop the whole thing and pretend as though none of this was happening but it was unlikely. Hoseok was like a dog with a bone when it came to things like this and he was going to get the answers he wanted out of you.

"Tell me the truth Yn. What's going on with you? You're busier than usual, your phone is out...Do I need to be worried?" He hated the thought of you being in any kind of trouble - financially or otherwise and he would do anything to help you out. Hell, just last week he bought a restaurant because you told him that they served your favourite meal there and he wanted you to be able to have it whenever you wanted.

"What do you mean? There's nothing, I just let my phone die I'll sort it at some point," You rambled before Hoseok sighed and moved closer to you. His hand slowly took your body into his and he moved you around to face him, you were never a good liar and whenever you stared at him you couldn't lie. That was why he had done this, he wanted you to look him in the face so he could see what it was that was going on with you.

"I mean that this isn't like you. Your phone is disconnected, it is clearly dead when I keep getting told the user isn't in service," He knew that it wasn't dead and you felt your bottom lip wobble a little. If he knew you were struggling would he end things with you? The only reason you hadn't told him about any of this was that you didn't want him to think less of you for any of it.

"Hobi." You whimpered a little, your voice cracking as he stared down at you in the eyes. 

"Are you struggling? Yes or no," The longer you stared back into his eyes the more you realised it was going to be impossible to get out of this so you nodded your head. Letting the tears fall down your cheeks as he suddenly brought you into a tight hug and kissed the top of your head.

"I'll fix things," He told you simply, it wasn't a question it was a statement and you knew you weren't going to have a choice in the matter.

"You don't have to," You whispered a little, trying to make it seem as though you weren't expecting him to do any of this for you. 

"I know. I just want to," He admitted before taking you over to the kitchen table and sitting you down on one of the chairs. It was his turn to look after you after all of the times you'd helped care for him by patching him up after a fight.

NAMJOON:

"Will you just check in the bedroom for me? I'm sure I left it somewhere around here," You mumbled to Namjoon as you looked under the sofa once again for the ball your dog was looking for. The three of you were going to go for a walk in the park - under the careful watch of Namjoon's men of course. Over the last few months, you'd grown used to four strange men keeping a close eye on you at all hours of the day. Even when you weren't with Namjoon there were always two of them keeping a close eye on you so that they were able to protect you. You weren't an idiot, you knew who Namjoon was and what he did for a living but none of it bothered you. He was still the man you had fallen in love with. 

"You sure? Maybe he took it out into the garden," Namjoon offered before heading in the direction of the bedroom. Laughing to himself when he could hear you speaking to your pet dog as though he was going to answer you as a human would. 

"Where is it, boy? Where's your ball huh?" Namjoon loved the fact that you treated the pup like a baby it was one of the many things he loved about you. Once he was in the room he stared around at the floor and began to hunt around for the bright red ball that your dog adored. It didn't matter if you gave him another one he wouldn't play with it, he wouldn't even touch it. All he cared about was his pretty red ball.

"If I was a dog where would I hide my ball?" Namjoon mumbled before looking under the bed, stretching his arm down underneath and patting it around before he finally touched something.

"Got you," He laughed before it rolled further away from him making him mumble a curse word and reach for the box it had drifted behind. Saving time Namjoon pulled out the box with the ball and frowned when he saw pieces of paper sticking out of the plastic box and spilling out. It wasn't like Namjoon to snoop around in your private things but all of this felt odd to him. 

"What the hell..." He whispered as he saw that most of the letters were about bills being late or that your rent was on its final warnings. You'd never mentioned anything like this to Nmajoon before and he wondered if any of them were before you started dating but it wasn't. Most of the letters were from last month and there was even an eviction notice on top of the pile that was dated last week.

"Did you find it? Because we can't find it in the garden," You sounded out-breath as you rushed into the bedroom only to stop and see what Namjoon had in his hands. 

"You're going through my things?" You mumbled snatching the box away from him and throwing it onto the desk behind you as you shook your head at him. This was the last thing you had ever imagined happening.

"No. I was looking for the ball when I found them. What is all of this?"

"My private things, you shouldn't have been going through!" You yelled but Namjoon wasn't going to let you pick a fight over this, sure it was wrong of him to look at it all but it was also wrong for you to be hiding all of this.

"When were you going to tell me you were getting evicted?" He questioned as you moved away from him, staring down at the pile of letters that were now all over your desk. You'd never been good at telling people your problems and you weren't going to tell your boyfriend that you had been struggling.

"I wasn't because I'm not going to be." You lied when you knew damn well you were one week away from being thrown out onto your arse without being given a chance to get any of your things from the apartment.

"Oh yeah? How do you expect to pay your rent?" Namjoon asked sarcastically as he stared down at you. He knew you worked but it was a weak-paying job since it was mainly supposed to be an internship at a company he owned. The only reason you were getting a little cash from it was that you were dating the boss.

"I've got a job, I can manage." Namjoon sighed hearing you mumble under your breath and he turned your head up to look at him.

"Your job barely scrapes enough to pay for your food. Yn, why didn't you tell me about this?"

"I didn't want you to think I was weak because of it, I thought I could manage." You managed to say right before the tears began to spill down your face and you cried right in front of him. Letting go of all the stress you'd had ever since receiving the first eviction notice from your landlord.

"I would never think of you as weak...I would want to help though. At least let me pay your rent for a while...Fuck that, move in with me." He mumbled as you frowned, staring up at him.

"Move in?"

"Sure...You and your big dog...There's more than enough space for you and you don't have to worry about bills...Okay? You can focus on working at your internship," The idea sounded more than perfect to you but you would only feel guilty if he did all of this for you. 

"Don't. There's nothing you can say that will make me take no for an answer...U-Unless you don't want to move in." It was the first time you'd ever heard Namjoon stutter and you smiled a little, 

"No. I want to, but I can't just not pay for bills-"

"Shh, it's just until you finish your internship," He lied before bringing you into a loving kiss so that you weren't able to say another thing about it.

JIMIN:

Jimin frowned when he saw you standing inside the pawn shop he wouldn't have believed it if he hadn't seen it for himself. He'd gotten a call from the owner about twenty minutes ago saying that he might need to come down so he did. He hadn't been expecting to find you sitting in the pawnshop trying to get the man to take some of the jewellery you were holding in your hands.

"Please, can you just tell me how much it would be?" You begged as you stared at the blad man behind the counter. You wouldn't be here if you weren't completely desperate enough but the man didn't seem to care all he cared about was showing your face to Jimin. As soon as you bought the pieces into the store the man that owned the store knew that they were something he had once sold to Jimin and he wasn't going to let you get away from stealing from him. Not to mention he wasn't going to get into trouble for buying from someone who had stolen from Jimin.

"How do I know you haven't stolen this from some poor lady in street," The man mumbled as you stared back at him, how could he think like that? Not everyone was a monster. All you wanted to do was sell the jewellery to get your rent paid on time and you could buy them back at the end of the month when you got paid.

"Why would I do that? I just need the money for my rent and then I'll come and buy them back. They're all my pieces and I can promise you I'll be back. It's not a big deal." You explained, not noticing your boyfriend walking closer to you. As Jimin got a closer look at the pieces in your hand he realised that it was all gifts that he had gotten for you over the last three months of your relationship. He didn't know what hurt more, the fact that you were selling them or that you weren't coming to him when you were struggling with something. 

The two of you were supposed to tell one another everything that was going on in your relationship, he hated the idea of you wanting to hide this from him.

"Mr Park! Thank you so much for coming, I believe she might have stolen these from you." The bald man said making you flinch when you turned around to see your boyfriend looking at you. Standing inside of a pawn shop wasn't something you were exactly proud of right now and you felt as though you were going to be sick the longer you watched Jimin.

"Jimin," You whispered a little shocked to see him there but Jimin looked away from you and down at the pieces you had placed on the counter. It was a necklace Jimin had gotten you for your birthday, along with some bracelets and he sighed a little.

"She didn't steal them," Jimin said without looking at you. He simply picked up the necklace and put it around your neck, looking down at the rest as he then placed the bracelet onto your wrists without another word.

"Sir?" The man asked while looking slightly confused at what was going on in front of him. You stared down at the cabinet starting to feel your body heat up in embarrassment as you realised you'd been caught out.

"She's my girlfriend, who didn't think to come to me when she was struggling," Jimin spoke to the man who appeared to suddenly get nervous at the mention of you being Jimin's girlfriend and you bit down on your lip. Was he going to hate you for trying to sell things? You were going to get them back you just needed some time to get the money together.

"Jimin I was going to get them back, I just needed the rent money." You whispered as he began to lead you out of the store and in the direction of his car. He still said nothing as he helped you into the back seat and followed after you, telling his driver to go.

"Jimin...I'm sorry," You whispered while staring at the side of his head, the fact that he wasn't looking at you made your heart break into a million pieces. You couldn't believe you'd managed to fuck up the one good thing that you had in your life right now.

"I'll do anything to make it up to you, please...P-Please, don't be mad at me, I was going to get it all back." Your voice was strained before Jimin finally stared at you and shook his head.

"I'm not mad at you for selling it, or trying to." He admitted as he relaxed against the seats, bringing you to rest with him as he put your head on his shoulder. The action made your heart melt as he began to rub your back softly, 

"I'm upset because you didn't come to me. I thought we told each other everything?" He whispered as you let out a shaky breath,

"We do I just- I didn't think to come to you with this...Admitting that I struggle isn't something I do," You whispered before he pressed his lips to your forehead and smiled weakly. He admired you for that, he was the same way but he wanted you to be able to come to him no matter what.

"Next time you're struggling we're going to get through it together...Because that's what couples do. Okay?" He questioned while looking down into your eyes, you smiled up at him and nodded your head.

"Okay, Jimin...I promise," You whispered before kissing him softly.

TAEHYUNG:

"So where is this girlfriend of yours I keep hearing about?" Taehyung's grandfather asked as he sat across from his grandson at a restaurant. It was a new place that they had decided to visit today and Taehyung was pretty happy with it so far. All of the staff seemed to be friendly enough and they all understood who he was and knew not to bother him.

"She's out with some of her friends, I guess it saved her from having to meet you." Taehyung teased as he began to look down at the menu not noticing that you were inside the restaurant. For the last ten minutes, you had been pleading with your manager to let you swap tables with someone else all to avoid having to explain this to Taehyung when you got home later. The truth was he didn't know you worked here and you would have loved it to stay that way if you were given a choice.

"Hello, I'll be your waitress for the evening. Can I get you sorted on some drinks?" You questioned while staring down at the tiny notebook in your hands, clutching it so tight you were a little surprised it hadn't ripped apart under your touch.

"We'll take two red wines and can you make sure everyone inside the restaurant is treated to something from us," Taehyung's grandfather said as he looked at you, you smiled warmly at him and nodded your head. It was the first time meeting his family members and you weren't surprised to see they were just as kind as Taehyung was. 

"Taehyung, what would you like?" His grandfather asked as you slowly turned your gaze to look at your boyfriend who was staring at you silently trying to figure out who you were. When you first approached he figured that you were some look-alike. After all, everyone in the world had someone that looked like them and he had just been lucky to meet yours. But as soon as he heard you speak his eyes looked like they were practically about to bounce out of his head as he realised that it was you standing there and not some crazy look-alike. You gave him a silent look not to cause a scene right here and he sighed staring down at the menu making a mental note to wait behind for you after his grandfather had left.

"I'll take tteokbokki and some kimchi stew." He mumbled as you nodded your head repeating it back to them before heading toward the kitchen and feeling as though you were ready for the earth to swallow you whole.

[X] 

"You told me you worked at a department store," Taehyung said as you were cleaning up the tables inside the restaurant, doing your best to try and not cry about all of this. As soon as it was closing time Taehyung sent everyone except for you home and told them that he would take care of locking everything up with you. It was time for the truth to come out and you knew you weren't going to be able to hide it anymore.

"I do. But I also work here and at a soup kitchen on the weekends." You admitted while spraying down the tables and wiping them clean, moving on to the next one as Taehyung followed close behind you. It wasn't the fact that you worked here that was bothering him, it was the idea that you had lied to him about being shopping today.

"So why did you tell me you went shopping?" You stopped what you were doing and turned to look at him. This wasn't exactly something you wanted to tell the whole world about doing especially not him. Taehyung was in the mafia, he didn't need to worry about whether or not he had a stable income but you did. You had bills to pay and a mouth to feed and that was all you cared about right now.

"Because I didn't want to tell my boyfriend that I couldn't meet his famous grandfather before I'm working one out of three jobs to be able to live." He sighed a little and rubbed the bridge of his nose, you moved away from him to go and clean some more but he stopped you. Bringing you into a close embrace as he shook his head,

"What are you struggling with most?" He questioned as you stared at him in silence, you didn't want to answer that right now but you knew he wasn't going to drop it. 

"My rent, it's the only thing I struggle with. I'm going to move out as soon as I can." You explained your idea of moving into a small apartment but the whole thing seemed to get lost with Taehyung as he frowned at you.

"How about instead of a smaller place you move into a bigger one?"

"How could I do that when I struggle with my one-bed apartment?" You frowned, clearly not understanding what Taehyung was hinting at and it made him smile a little.

"By moving in with me," You let out a small gasp. It was something the two of you had spoken about before but never taken the subject seriously since you only ever talked about it in passing.

"Tae..."

"I'm serious. Move in with me and we can either spilt the bills or you pay for one thing." He told you while shrugging his shoulders. He'd been desperate to ask you to move in for months and now was the perfect opportunity to do so.

"You sure?" You quizzed before nodded and kissed you deeply, 

"If you do, does that mean you'll quit two out of three jobs? Because...and don't tell anyone, but I miss falling asleep beside you every night," He admitted as you giggled at him, agreeing to as you kissed him over and over again.

JUNGKOOK: 

In all of the months that you and Jungkook had been together he'd never once been to your apartment and he often wondered why. At first, he figured it was because of your roommates that you claimed to have, he figured that you didn't want them to see him and get scared but now he knew that was wrong. Unless he'd gotten the address wrong but it couldn't have been, he'd hired someone to find you and this was the place they claimed you were at. Only the whole building looked as though it was about one gust of wind away from falling down around him and he wasn't sure anyone lived inside of it. 

"Hey, get back here." He heard you call out while giggling, he frowned beginning to walk closer to the building when he saw a small light of some sort coming from one of the rooms. 

"Babe?" He called out while moving closer to it, stopping when he saw that inside of the room was a whole bedroom set up. A suitcase was by the door, a camping light was left on and a sleeping bag was in the middle of the floor. It looked like you'd been staying here a while and you had. You'd been living here since before you met Jungkook but you'd been saving up to get your own place. It was just hard when every single apartment you went to look at wanted a three months upfront as well as a down payment to secret the place. You would never be able to afford it if you didn't work your ass off - quite literally. There were times when you wouldn't see Jungkook for a month or two just because of how much you were working. It worried him sometimes when he would hear you doing double shifts twice in a row, there were so many times he'd wanted you to slow down and now he could see why you hadn't.

"Jungkook?" Your voice cracked as you turned to look up at the door to see your boyfriend standing there looking completely shocked to see you sitting in such a mess. He thought it might have been some kind of sick joke when he first pulled up here. You'd told him so many stories of your roommates but now he could see all of it was a lie.

"What's going on?" He questioned, walking further into the room and sitting beside you on the sleeping bag. You stared over at the cat you had just been chasing and bit down on your lip deciding it was time to lie your ass off.

"I was...I-I come here to feed some of the stray cats." You mumbled but you knew he knew it was a lie since most of the things inside of the room gave it away that you were in fact living here.

"Try again,"

"I come here to look after cats, I don't know what else you want me to say." Your voice cracked as you tried not to cry in front of him. How were you supposed to admit to Jeon Jungkook - leader of the mafia world in Seoul lived in a shitty abandoned building.

"I want you to tell me the truth," He pushed the can of beans away that you'd been eating from and stared directly at you but you didn't dare to look at him. You just stared at the floor trying not to cry,

"Jungkook. J-Just leave, please...I don't want to do this," You begged as you took in a deep breath. Once he knew the truth he was just going to leave you, you knew that for a fact. Only, you couldn't have been more wrong.

"I had you followed her and I want answers. Why did you lie to me about roommates? Why did you lie about where you live?" He tried to hold you but you scrambled away from him and shook your head, begging for him not to make you do this.

"Don't make me say it." You begged over and over again but he got up and stood in front of you, carefully taking your hands in his and making you look at him,

"You're living here aren't you?" The look on his face made your heart sink, he was looking at you as though he thought you were disgusting and it was enough to make your skin crawl.

"Only...Only for a while, just until I get back on my feet and I can get my own place. I-I'm close to getting the money together! I am! I am! I just need to work a few more shifts and I can do it!" It sounded like you were trying to convince yourself more than you were trying to convince him but Jungkook didn't care about that. He didn't care that you were trying to get the money he cared that you were living somewhere that could kill you or give you a disease. 

"Yn." He whispered as you shook your head, repeating over and over again that you were going to get everything sorted and that you just needed some more time.

"Yn...Stop." He said sternly before staring down at you, 

"Get your things and lets go," He ordered you,

"Go? Go where?"

"Home. You're coming to stay with me and I don't want to hear anything about not wanting to. You don't have a choice, I'm not letting you stay somewhere you could get sick or murdered." He mumbled while helping you collect everything that was yours inside of the room.

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[idyllic-ghost]

it’s ME ya girl. I have a request!! nr. 12 (Academic Rivals) & 13 (are you still avoiding me?).

IDEA: so obv because it is me, it’s gotta be smutty right (but you can totally be free about how smutty you want it to be!!) 🤩 and basically academic rivals chan and yn who were at the same party a week ago or smth and during truth or dare yn was asked if she had ever fantasised about chan (or anything else that like tells she has been thinking about him in a sexy way 🤭) and he finally catches her in the library and BAMM… smutty time.

sending you love and hugs and congrats again on 2k!!! ILY 🫶🏻

a/n: waaaa thank you so much ! i love this request !

title: fantasies

pairing: college!dino x college!reader

warnings: public sexual acts, oral (m receiving), use of degrading names

word count: 1.4k

Requests are closed

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The hallway suddenly felt empty as you saw Chan at the end of it. A beat up Nirvana shirt hanging loosely around him, although it somehow accentuated his shoulders. For a week, you had managed to avoid him. Actually, you had done everything in your power to avoid him. Which had been a living nightmare, considering that most of your classes were together - something you had done with intent, as a way to fuel your rivalry. It wasn't petty or even just for fun, it genuinely helped you motivate yourselves to do better.

However, your rivalry had made you grow closer - somewhat becoming friends, in a strange way. It was the kind of friendship where if you happened to be at the same party you'd talk in larger groups. During these parties, your friends would make frequent jokes about the two of you having a sexual tension between you. Which is how you ended up in the situation you did.

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"Alright!" Your friend put down the now empty bottle in front of the circle of people. "Let's play truth or dare!"

Some groaned, some cheered, and some where too drunk to understand what was happening. Your friend, who was the one who finished the bottle laying in front of you, flicked their wrist and spun the flash around. The liquid wasn't fully gone, and a few drops landed on the ground and the people sitting closest. The head of the bottle pointed to you, and everyone let out an "ooo".

"Truth," you said, gaining a few boo's from the circle.

"I have the perfect question for you!" they slurred out, "Chan's here, right?"

You tensed up at the sound of his name, you eyes immediately locked eyes with him. He tore his gaze away from you to look up at your friend.

"There he is! Okay, okay..." They calmed down their laughter, "Y/N, have you ever had any fantasies of your nemesis..? We've all seen how you look at each other!"

Your friend was very right. However, they also knew about the sex dream you once had of your rival. With this obviously targeted comment, you got flustered. Too drunk to come up with a lie, you told the truth. A meek "yes" escaped passed your lips, but you didn't say another word about it.

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Chan was approaching you, fast, and you bolted into the library - thinking that you can hide between the shelves and the people there. Luck was not on your side because there was not a soul in the library - you couldn't even find a librarian. So when Chan calls out your name, it echoes loudly in the empty library.

"Why are you running from me?" he asked.

There was only a bookshelf separating you now, and you looked at him through an open space where books should have been placed.

"I'm not running," you lie.

"Don't lie to me, Y/N," he said, almost reassuringly.

He went to walk around the shelf, making you stumble back. Chan noticed your nervous movements and stopped trying to walk around the shelf.

"Are you serious?" he laughed.

"I'm very serious, Chan, leave me alone," you pleaded. "It's too weird!"

"What's weird?"

"Last week, when I-" You groaned and finally walked around the shelf yourself. "Listen, if you're here to gloat then I won't have it."

"I'm not." Chan raised his hands up in defense and approached you. "I just haven't seen you around much. I was wondering if everything was okay."

"No, everything's not okay!" you exclaimed, "I've embarrassed myself in front of you, and I know you won't ever let me live it down!"

He stared at you, and you couldn't make out what he was feeling. The tension was thick enough that you could cut it with a knife. As if it wasn't bad enough, Chan's slow steps had accumulated into standing right in front of you. He grabbed your wrist, as if he was already afraid that you'd run away.

"I know I've put you through a lot of hell sometimes," he admitted in a unusually soft tone, "But I wouldn't kick you when you're down, Y/N."

"Wouldn't you?" you scoffed.

"No." He swallowed thickly. "Not when I've had those thoughts too..."

Chan's words made a shiver run down your spine. He pulled you in closer by your wrist. You stumbled and put your hand against his chest to steady yourself. When you looked into his eyes you saw nothing but pure need and adoration - he wanted you. Bringing your hand up to his cheek, you used it to bring his face closer to yours.

"Would you like to try some of those fantasies out?" you murmured, lips inching closer to his.

"Right here?"

"Right here." You bumped your nose against his, "I need you to take me right here."

His lips finally smashed against yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck, trying to push yourself impossibly close against him. One of his hands snaked around your waist, while the other leaned against the bookshelf. The two of you moved, possibly knocking down some books, and managed to get to a table. At first he pushed you against the surface of the table, but before he could prop you up you took the lead and turned both of you around. Breaking the kiss, you began kneeling - clawing down his chest as you did.

"I want your cock in my mouth, now." You looked up at him as you fumbled with his pants. "You've got no idea how much I've drooled at the sight of it through your pants."

"I think I've got some idea." He chuckled and helped you pull his pants down.

You dismissed his comment, and went to place kisses over his fabric covered cock. He was already hard, which only made teasing him more fun.

"Does it excite you that someone could walk in at any moment, Chan?" you asked and smiled when you felt his cock twitch under your palm.

You took his cock out of his underwear, admiring the size as it bounced up against his stomach. Taking it in your hand, you pumped him a few times. You pressed a kiss to the reddened tip of his cock, watching him squirm as you did. Chan ran his fingers through your hair, gripping it slightly.

"I thought you wanted to be a good little whore and suck my cock," he said. "Isn't this what you dreamt of, baby?"

Before you could reply, he shoved your mouth onto his cock. You gagged around it, and it sent a jolt down to your cunt. Chan's grip loosened, and you started bobbing your head up and down his shaft. Muffled moans and soft groans escaped Chan's lips. When you looked up at him, you saw him looking down with lust filling his eyes.

"That's right, baby, look at me." He grinned. "You're a good slut, aren't you? Maybe I should've done this to you earlier- maybe that'd shut you up for once. Is that right, Y/N? Does it take some good cock for you to keep your mouth shut?"

You moaned around him, continuing your movements. The need to please him filled your body, and you couldn't help but moan when he praised your efforts. Feeling him get closer to climax only made you more eager. Your mouth pulled off of him with a pop, your hand kept doing the job your mouth was doing before.

"Cum in my mouth," you rasped out, "Please?"

Chan didn't respond, instead he grabbed your hair again and pushed you back onto his cock. You let him hold you in place as he fucked your mouth, drool dribbling down your chin. You were lucky that no one was in the library to hear the sounds of your mouth being used - slurping as you hollowed your cheeks around him. Tears started stinging in your eyes, as you looked up to see his eyes shut tight and eyebrows knitted together. Chan's mouth hung open, not even trying to stop any noises that might come out. Your nails dug into his thighs. A string of swears left Chan's lips as he came down your throat.

"So good to me, Y/N," he moaned, "Was it that hard to just do as I say for once?"

"I'm bruising my knees for you and you can't even say thank you?" you joked and stood back up.

After pulling his pants back up, you felt his hands sneak around your waist. He was sporting a big, lovesick grin - still high on endorphins. Your hands cupped his face.

"You owe me an orgasm," you whispered.

"Sure, are you free now?" He pulled you in closer.

"Get me to the nearest bathroom and I'll consider letting you fuck me." You smiled.

[the-heart-of-a-monster]

I’M BACK MUAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAAA COWER IN FEAR FOR I HAVE RETURNED ONCE MORE TO ONCE AGAIN SPEW THE OBVIOUS

Translation: I’m back and I’m making it everyone’s problem

So yes, I saw the new pages, and as it turns out I was right about Sonic! As suspected, he’s hiding how he really feels about his new bodily features, and I think he’ll continue to do so for the rest of the comic. The finale for this series is right around the corner, and this issue is gonna have a lot of Eggman fighting, so based on what we already know… Yeah. Unless Sonic’s development is intended to be kinda rushed or last-minute, I don’t think he’s going to stop faking his optimism. It also has to be remembered that Sonic doesn’t always have to fake said optimism because he is at heart a hero and a snarky little gremlin. During the earlier days of the comic, Sonic was seen being elated at the prospect of Shadow willingly keeping a secret for him. Bro danced and sang all the way home just because someone was being nice to him. But even still, he’ll most likely continue faking his true emotions at least until the very end of the comic when things go back to normal for him. Because at the end of the day, Sonic is a happy little guy who just does what’s best for him and his friends, and that is that.

About the secret base, I honestly find it so funny and so realistic that the Chaotix have to basically beg for new cases in order to pay for their home and the secret base. It’s like families who thought they’d have enough for two homes but then a year or two goes by and they’re like “Oh crap, we’re broke.” It makes so much sense and it’s so funny to me! Meanwhile the others just appreciate the fact that they have a secret base and not the fact that they pay for both homes. 🤣

Chaotix: 🥲 Yeah yeah we’re fine we’re not broke we’re totally alright 👍🥲

OH AND HERE IS SOMETHING I JUST THOUGHT OF. There is of course a reason why the Chaotix have a secret base, and I wondered for a second why they would need it in the first place. They’re detectives, journalists, problem-solvers. In their field of work, it doesn’t take too much effort to become targets of the government. So, in case they got noticed by either GUN or some other important people, they have a back-up place where they could continue their work in secret. I think they specifically anticipated GUN, because they make a point to mention them in their explanation in the newest page. Probably not something SuperEm thought too hard on, but uh. I did. So… Guess I did their job for them???? idk I thought it would be cool to flex my worldbuilding skillz

Now I wanna talk about Rouge here. She, along with Amy, know far more than they let on and I’m wondering if that will have a part to play in Sonic’s story moving forward. In the newest page, we see him standing awkwardly and trying to grasp the fact that his friends knew about him for a while! He figured Tails might have taken the hint a while ago because he knows Tails better than anyone, but Amy?? That’s a different story. The two haven’t properly interacted in a while, almost 2 years (Or maybe 1 year I’m terrible at this) in our time and a week or two in their time. Amy and Rouge have been investigating Dark Gaia and Sonic’s new form for probably a month or so, meaning that they’ve known for a long, long time! I think Knuckles and the Chaotix were the only ones left in the dark the longest. So if Sonic were to find out about this, how would he react?? I’m thinking it wouldn’t be too different to his reaction about Tails and everyone else knowing, but him and Amy have had a rocky relationship status over the years, so it could also be different. I doubt we’ll get to see anything since it doesn’t make much of a difference to the blue blur at this point in the comic, but if we do I’m excited to see how he’ll react!

Now I’m going back to Sonic for a bit because I noticed something intriguing about him in the newest page. In the first panel, we see him standing awkwardly with his hands tied behind his back, fidgeting with his fingers impatiently. Then we see him immediately walk over to Shadow, who’s waiting for him outside. When he opens the curtain, we see him squint upwards towards the sky, a warm light seeping onto his face and his whole stature seeming softer. (For lack of a better word) Thematically, this sequence of movement/expressions is used to indicate a character’s growth, or to just show that they are willing to become better. I mean, that’s my takeaway from that. I’m not a theatre/film professional. All I do is stare at animations and talk about each frame as if I know stuff. But for me that’s the kind of vibe I’m getting from this page, that Sonic is learning or growing, and that he’s willing to step out into the light and be fine with who he is. Earlier on in the comic, he would’ve requested for Shadow to come inside or for him to not be seen by others, but now that he’s been through quite a lot and after being appreciated by the small snowy village, he feels much better about himself and is thus willing to just. Walk outside for a bit and talk to someone. Sonic is learning how to be around people again, learning to trust others with his secrets, and I love that for him.

Again this most likely is not SuperEm’s intention and I highly doubt those were the actual the thematically correct rules, so if anyone is reading this and is a film/comic geek, please Please PLEASE correct me via a reblog or a comment. I need some correction desperately please. I don’t wanna spew incorrect information.

Now, I would go ahead and talk about Shadow because he clearly has a lot going on in his brain, but OH MY GOD THIS THING IS HUGE. PROBABLY THE BIGGEST ASK IVE EVER WRITTEN HERE ON THIS FINE WEBSITE CALLED TUMBLR. So please do yourself a favor and give your eyes a break because holy crap I did not skip any corners for this one. Your pupils will thank you later, I promise. Go read a real book or go outside or something, please.

Anywhizzle, thank you so so so much for reading this whole thing, and have a good day/night!

(Also SuperEmeralds, just know that I adore your outdoor backgrounds so so much and they are not being overlooked. Your background skills are amazing and I’m so hype for what you have in store for the next few pages)

i think it is interesting how split the opinions are on sonic having learned nothing throughout the story and sonic finally having accepted his flaw and adapting. the mirror snap has divided the thoam theory community like no other askfjhasjkfhajk

who says they're paying for that run down place though? trust me i think super hard about literally everything, im sometimes embarrased abt it bc literally no one ever points most of my little details out but it makes me happy to connect dots so i just keep doing it

though sonic already reacted in a way, he knows everyone knew. granted the explaination happened off screen because quite frankly i didnt want the same conversation to happen twice back to back with the end of issue 8 and the beginning of issue 9, its better to just fill in the blanks yourself with everything.

the way i wrote sonic's emotions after waking up hopefully convey everything going through his mind well. there's a whole lot more pages to this so rest assured it's not over! your interpretation definitely makes sense! though i'd def disagree with the idea that in an earlier state of the comic sonic would've called for shadow to come inside? if his secret came out earlier in the comic he would still have reacted similarly and learned his lesson equally. the difference with the way it is in the comic is that he learned more about himself, and shadow, by dragging out the resolution to his (non)problem

thanks btw i love drawing environments and ur gonna get a good view of some really cool stuff soon ^_^

btw i have a name.. u can call me talaka, it's a little awkward to be called by my @ lol

[jayalaw]

Fanfic: If Death Note Happened in Discworld And Vimes Went Up Against Kira

@forthegothicheroine, thank you for this idea!

Let's be real, Terry wouldn't have pitted someone like Kira against Samuel Vimes because Kira and Death Note came out in the 2000s. We also don't have that many stories with supernatural killers that go after the guilty.   

But let's suppose what the Discworld novel would be...

Death finds himself working overtime. He gets annoyed when seeing random criminal getting offed, because it is more than usual. There are the usual plagues and wars and holiday depressions, but this doesn't fit the pattern. He knows that no plague causes just a heart attack. The hourglasses are rattling in his realm. It is a disturbance. 

Meanwhile the Thieves Guild and Assassins Guild send representatives to the Watch. They're here under truce. Someone has been killing off their licensed thieves and killers. The Assassins don't have proof, but only the "criminals" of the city have been targeted, the ones with licenses. Somehow the unlicensed ones and those that can hide in the Seam get away with their crimes. It is something political.

Vimes asks the obvious question: why not go to Vetinari? He handles the politics in the city. Because Vetinari would say it is a police matter. Someone is violating the law by committing murder, and refusing to answer for it. They can't figure out how, and know it's not the wizards at Unseen University doing experiments because it's not their style. Wizards are chaotic and frivolous. This is too orderly, too...cold. 

The guilds are scared. The heads wouldn't admit it, but Carrot, who is sitting in on the meeting, can sense it. He and Vimes note twitchy fingers that would rather be penciling in burglary dates or shooting targets. The guild heads are not scared of death itself, but that someone wants them all dead, and they don't know the reason. There has to be a reason. 

Vimes considers everyone in the Watch, and who may be best for the task force that he promises will investigate these deaths. He knows that magic exists; heck, they have a zombie on the Watch. Death also has had many near-Vimes experiences with the commander. Something is going on. If this is someone killing criminals, without letting them stand trial or respecting the laws that he fought to respect, it is someone that has no Inner Watchman. Vimes knows how easy it is to slip into justifying killing of the innocent. He has to uphold the Guarding Dark. 

Reg Shoe becomes head of the task force. Vimes reasons that if the killer decides to go for the cops, they can't kill someone who is already dead. Reg is an intimidating face, someone who has long refused to die. When the Times show up for a quote, Vimes uncharacteristically tells them that he will be leading the task force to investigate these killings. It's not a lie; he is the leader of the Watch, and he is in charge of Reg Shoe. Vimes also orders that Igor is put on the Task Force. 

Light Yagami in this world would be from another town, one where he has seen the dark side of broken justice systems. His father is the commander, who has maintained a consistent order. While Light wants to join his father on the side of the law, he does have a penchant for magic. So he attends Unseen University, on a scholarship that he earned with his studies. Classmates notice that he fills his dormitory with apples, more than a person can eat. He has a single, so no roommate can wonder why he's not sharing his cider experiments. 

Ankh-Morpork is Light's testing grounds. In this version, he is smart enough to not kill that many criminals on his home turf. Sure there were a few. After all, he didn't know if he was forfeiting his immortal soul. But now he knows that no one can trace the campaign back to him, ever. Plus, the common thieves and vandals are barely older than him. It doesn't feel sporting to go after petty theft when that person may still turn their life around. 

Susan is teaching at finishing school. She also reads the Times during her breaks. The newspaper has taken to reporting on arrests and society figures. She notices the large amounts of death reported. Susan's lip curls as she reads about heart attack after heart attack. Her grandfather will not be pleased. Sure enough, the raven and Death of Rats knock at the door. Death has Binky at the moment, so no horse rides for Susan this time. 

She is very vexed by this. The more that Susan uses her powers, the less human she becomes. But she senses a malice to these murders. 

Albert and Susan reconvene in Death's realm. With Death working overtime, he's barely had time to visit. Susan notices some haphazard cat beds. Albert explains that Death has been building stuff again, and thinking about pulling kittens out of time, so they will stay young and loved. Susan makes a mental note to visit more often, so that Grandfather is less lonely. 

What could be causing the theories? An instrument of a shinigami, Albert believes. Shinigami, or death "gods" as Albert explains, are only a concept. Some cultures do worship the dead, and they believe in gods to make them less scared of it. In the case of shinigami, they are meant to represent the fears that some people have of death, that it's a terrifying thing. If a wizard believes in a shinigami, then they come to life. And they may be able to work together, if a shinigami gives a wizard his tools. That would be quite a dangerous bargain. 

Susan remembers when someone stole Death's sword and tried stabbing her through the stomach. She shivers. Grandfather would never give such a powerful weapon to a mortal. There's no telling what they would do with it. Even when she borrowed Binky or used the sword, she was always very careful. 

Albert tells Susan that Death needs her in Ankh-Morpork. He needs human eyes on the ground, to find the shinigami and his tools. Susan protests that she has a job, and kids to watch. It's not like the world is ending. Albert indicates the rattling hourglasses. Maybe the world isn't ending, but it will suffer some cracks in reality. Susan returns to her job, pondering. She hopes that Grandfather is okay.  

This isn't a world of modern technology. Light has no access to television news or radio that would tell him who is a killer and who isn't. His father had been experimenting with adding photographs to arrest warrants. Photography is such a remarkable technology, one that allows you to see faces, even from a great distance away. And with newspapers, you can attach names to faces. 

In Ankh-Morpork, Ryuk tells Light about the shinigami eyes. He can find anyone's name and face. All he has to do is give up half his years on the Disc. Light smirks and says that he isn't giving up half his life when he plans to be ruling this Disc, with rules that will make life better for the commoners and enforce proper justice rather than compromises. Besides, he doesn't have to know who everyone is, just who is in jail or accused. The Thieves Guild has an open record, with names, and the Times likes to keep photos of them. He also knows that wizards are good at scrying and seer work. Light manages to make a crystal ball that allows him to watch over the city. He may not have names yet, but he does have faces. One name and face led to him getting the ledgers of the thieves in the Guild, as well as the assassins. It's a waiting game, in-between his studies and new job. Plus, Ryuk's love for apples keeps him on a leash. He has promised to kill Light last, when the game is over. Light has to keep entertaining him, but also knows when to withhold apples.  

The Times in the meantime is reporting on the murders, or as they're calling it, the "Hearts Epidemic". William De Worde is also seeking student correspondents from Unseen University. When Light Yagami volunteers, and shows interest in learning photography, it seems like a miracle. Light is charming, diligent and hardworking. His columns about the Unseen University happenings please all parties by hinting at the experiments going on, and discussing student life. The young journalist also knows his football. He reports accurate sports and stats. 

William gets wind of the Watch's theory that this is some supernatural killer. He asks for ideas from the newsroom about what moniker to give this killer, for an image that strikes both fear and fascination. Light keeps quiet, as the other journalists toss around ideas. They mention the killer may be a human, dwarf, elf, or even an Igor. Every Igor and Igorina worth their salt has experience working with the dead. Gaspode comes in with information; because Light cannot believe that a dog can talk despite having a shinigami next to him in the room, Gaspode senses all is not right. 

When Moida is chosen, from the Seam pronunciation of "Murder," Light very much wants to wince. He would have chosen something far more grandiose. But he is the new columnist, and it's better for no one to notice him. He also knows that the Watch has been asked to look for this series of killings, and investigate. 

Light has no plans to kill Samuel Vimes. The man is a father, with a loving wife and a young toddler. Plus, both father and son are named Sam Vimes, according to the society papers. He doesn't want to kill the child by accident when writing the name in the notebook. Light has some standards.

Ryuk pouts; Light is no fun. Light stands fast, however. Children are off-limits. and he has other ways to entertain the shinigami. 

Vimes is not pleased that this killer has been given a name or profile. He had just mentioned it was a task force. The Times always exaggerates, because they want people to buy stories. Still, it could be worse, and Moida gives the illusion that the killer may be from the Seam. Vimes considers if a poor person would be killing this many thieves and assassins; he dismisses the thought because the thieves leave the poor people alone, and no assassins go after those in the Seam. Still, it's a red fish, like in the books Young Sam has gotten into recently. Red fishes always point the reader in the wrong direction. 

Carrot sometimes checks in on Death as a witness. This time, he brings some material for the cat tree, scratchy material that will entertain furballs no matter how it's mangled. No one asks questions when he approaches the hospital's terminal wing with a carpet that has seen better days. Death may have mentioned his latest creative project the last time that Carrot talked with Death about another case, about the murder of a witch in the Seam. Carrot had remembered to bring Death's favorite blend of tea that time. Death is technically not supposed to offer this testimony. But he likes tea, and he is perturbed by this many deaths by heart attack. 

The game is on, to find this killer. Susan reads the news, and patrols the cities at night when she isn't teaching her kids, watching for thieves that suddenly drop dead. Light wishes to find out who in the Watch is investigating, and takes whatever information that William can squirrel out of Vimes. Vimes insists that he is the one in charge, and doesn't want a wizard near the station when William asks if the Unseen University is going to provide their input on the case. Deputizing the Librarian was a one-time necessity. 

Reg and Igor find the pattern: all of the criminals who were killed were on record. They were on the ledgers, and the assassin and thief in charge of each ledger are also dead. They didn't die of heart attacks, though; the assassin in question had slipped in a rain puddle and broke his neck. The thief had tried a burglary and got trapped by a suffocating chimney. 

The coppers consider this. It doesn't add up; assassins are trained to be careful. No thief employed by the guild would get caught in a broken chimney. Whoever is doing these killings is smart, and dangerous. They also aren't limited to heart attacks. 

It has to be magic. And there are few witches in Ankh-Morpork, with none having a body count. Their suspect is at Unseen University. Most likely a student from this year, because the killings only started with the term. 

Now we can't go into every particular shenanigan that Terry would write here. Or this fic would never end. But a game of cat-and-mouse would start, as Carrot also makes inquiries at the university, and he is willing to talk to the press when needed. Moida alas cannot infiltrate the task force, even if he asked his dad for help. Sam Vimes does not believe in connections to get on the force, unless he has absolutely no choice. This time he has a choice. Light has to rely on his scrying since Ryuk refuses to help. Apple bribes and blackmail do not push Ryuk that far. 

It comes out that Moida can't kill more than a few members of the watch; Carrot has a dwarf name and a human name, and Moida only knows his human name. Plus, Carrot and his family often misspell their last name. All of those spellings -- and none-- are correct. There are only so many variations that Moida can try to write. If only he knew that Discworld narrative causality protected Carrot. The same goes for Reg Shoe and Igor-- Reg's heart has long since stopped a while ago. And trying to kill an Igor, when they are all named Igor? Good luck with that. The Death Note has no effect on any of tPlan Bhree men.

Moida goes for Plan B: the werewolf. Everyone is certain it is that watchman Nobby Nobbs. Werewolves are easy to manipulate with the power of scent and suggestion. So he writes Nobby Nobbs's name in the notebook, imagining a great beast that will do his bidding. If all goes well, the werewolf will get the names of the folk on the task force who are mortal with only one name, and all the information that the Watch has on Moida. Then the beast will rampage through the city, and has to get shot. 

Moida is smart, but he got the wrong person. And the Death Note cannot make impossible deaths happen.

When Nobby collapses on patrol, Susan notices because she is also patrolling. She realizes that there is magic, and manipulates time to try and save Nobby's heart. It doesn't work, and Grandfather appears. It's time for Nobby Nobbs's reaping.  

"It's not fair!" Susan bursts out. "He was just...walking! Doing his duty!" Why would the murderer go after him?"

 "That's what I want to know," Nobby Nobbs says, scratching his head. "Not saying I have a strong heart, but it's supposed to be stronger stuff than this." 

Susan sees the magic trail on the body. It's faint, but it leads her to Gaspode. Gaspode tells the strange lady that if she has a good meal for him, he will be a good boy and tell her what he has noticed. She asked what he thinks of children's biscuits. He loves them, especially warmed by the fire. 

The Watch is morose without Nobby Nobs; coppers expected to die saving people, or putting out fires. Vimes arranges a pension for Nobbs's girlfriend, and his family. Reg makes sure to tend the man's funeral. Now it's personal; Moida went after one of them. 

There is also one unfortunate side effect of getting rid of the Thieves Guild: burglary increases, almost as it to spite Light's idea of justice. Less trained assassins who were unable to train with the guild are trying their hands at botched killing. The Watch has to work hard to protect the innocent, and to ensure Vimes has time to spend with young Sam. Ryuk can't help but rub it in that Light's campaign for a world with more order and less crime has only caused more chaos, that he is spreading fear that he cannot control. Light insists that it's part of his plan. It's not like Ryuk has noticed anyone following him, like when Ryuk spotted the dog Gaspode begging Light for treats. Light did feed the dog but told him to clear off; he had studies. 

Gaspode is a dog of his word; he leads Susan to where the magic scent trail ends, at an Unseen University's dormitory. The biscuit crumbs on his snout, he confides that he smells the same magic at the Times. Confused, Susan thinks that no journalist at the times is skilled in magic and the vampire there likes photography more. Gaspode mentions that a wizard student joined the staff, before he goes to play with some drunken students that are delighted on seeing a "puppy". 

Ryuk spots Susan first. She realizes what he is, but cannot see his weapon, and they are both invisible. He presses a finger to his lips, indicating Light studying at his desk. Susan considers, for Nobby Nobbs. She can sense the magic rushing out of him, the ones that is making the hourglasses rattle. Susan swears she can see the bolts dancing through the air, past the windows. More deaths, more criminals dying by heart attack. 

Bingo; Susan has found their killer, and his shinigami. But she doesn't know the weapon or how to confiscate it. Even if this boy left for classes, he could take the weapon with him, no matter how she searched his dormitory. Ryuk could easily rat her out; she knows that look of mischief. He has been letting all this chaos happen, with no remorse. Grandfather was never that careless. 

Susan sighs. She will have to miss classes again tomorrow. Albert will know about shinigami weapons, in Death's realm. 

Of course, Susan is not the only informant who has spotted these issues; Gaspode has not returned to the Times yet. He reports his findings to Angua, while asking if she's still going to marry Carrot. Angua shoos him away but considers. 

Angua and Vimes debate: they have the word of one informant, and no murder weapon or motive. From what Vimes can see in university transcripts and the Times, Light is a bright young man. He seems genuinely concerned with the welfare of others. They could try arresting him, but the proof is not strong enough. If they are wrong, the Watch will have betrayed its code. 

Vimes decides on his riskiest plan: invite Light to the Watch house and properly interview him for being a copper on the Task Force as he wished. Identify him for any tells, and see if Angua can smell the magic on him, or the Moida murder trails. It could be really dangerous, having a killer right in that space. 

Sybil fortunately has a more sensible option: meet with Light for tea in a public place. She can watch Young Sam, and her husband won't be risking the Watch's lives. The Patrician has a particular teahouse where he likes to go with Mr. Fusspot. They love dogs there.

Light is so surprised that Vimes has changed his mind, and considers the Watch is onto him. It was bad luck that the Death Note didn't work on the werewolf. He has a pocket-watch where he keeps pages of the Death Note. Ryuk may snigger that he's willing to kill a child, but Light has other plans. 

Angua is the perfect watchdog for Vimes, lying down for a seeming nap under the table. She notes the pocketwatch doesn't match those of typical wizards, and her ears do not hear any ticking. Perhaps that is the weapon. Light clutches it. 

Susan is also there; Gaspode had come to inform her, in exchange for biscuits, where the boy would be the next day. She needed to know, after she and Albert concocted a plan. 

The chaos emerges when Vimes asks Light what his father thinks of Moida. Soichiro Yagami, according to Light, believes that Moida is a spoiled teenager, affluent who does not care about other people. He has been disgusted by the sheer amount of death. Light knows that this lie will hold because it is based in truth. He also has plans for an alibi: more deaths during this outing, spread out into the Seam. Only a few names from scrying, but they would be enough. 

Vimes admits that the loss of Nobby Nobbs has been hard. Moida went after a good man, and for seemingly no reason. Light seethes internally, thinking how a good man was against his campaign for true justice. But he asks what Vimes thinks of Moida.

The Commander doesn't have to wait; he chooses his words. He says that he has seen good men die for the wrong reasons, and bad men live to an old age. But when you have the power to kill someone that cannot fight back, and you slaughter them anyway, you are evil. No inner watchman can save you.

Angua does not bite, even in werewolf form. But when Light under the table slips paper out of the pocketwatch, she doesn't have to think, just grab it with her teeth and pull. She hears laughter and witnesses the shinigami, as well as the stern woman who appears in the tea shop screaming "Albert, NOW!" 

Somehow, they all end up in Death's realm. Death is there, looking at the hourglasses. Albert has finished the summoning ritual, the reverse of the one that he used to summon Death. 

"THIS IS UNFORTUNATE," Death says, looking at Light. "YOU HAVE BEEN CAUSING ME A LOT OF TROUBLE."

Ryuk cackles and Light glares back. 

"I'm doing you a favor," he says. "I'm making a world based on justice." 

Angua has the pocketwatch in her teeth, the proof. She doesn't dare change back. The shinigami is eyeing her with fascination. She can now smell him. 

"A world where criminals fear an early death is not justice; it creates a reign of terror," Susan says. "You had the power of someone's life in your hands, and chose to take it, over and over again. Like a child frying ants with a piece of glass." 

"Your father would be disappointed in you," Vimes remarks, thinking of Young Sam. He will have to do all he can to ensure his son never becomes a killer. Sam is still in his poo phase, so that had to be a good sign. 

Light of course has another trump card: his other notebook pages, that he has hidden on his person. He attempts to write in them, for Sam Vimes. He knows that name, and he will finally kill this man. What does it matter if he kills the child with the father? Soichiro would understand, this need for a new world. His father would want one that dominates justice. 

This time he doesn't make it that far; Susan whacks him with the haphazard cat tree that had ladders floating in the middle. The scratchy carpet leaves marks on Light's face.

"I WORKED VERY HARD ON THAT TREE," Death declares. 

"I can tell," Susan panted. "It still is holding up when knocking down a killer." 

Light has carpet fibers stuck in his cheeks. He cannot believe that he got taken down by a cat tree. Susan confiscates the rest of the notebook pages. She observes them, the names written, and figures it out. 

"Even if you had written something down, it wouldn't have worked," Susan says. "You can't die in Death's realm. That's why Albert and I brought him here." 

"We need those, Miss Death," Vimes says. "It's evidence." 

"I'm not Death," Susan says. "He is."

"Then what are you?"

"I'm family. But you should touch these pages."

When Vimes does, he sees the shinigami. He blinks and stares at Ryuk, who waves. 

"The shinigami," Albert says.

"A GOD OF DEATH THAT IS FEARED," Death explains. 

There is probably going to be some argument about who has jurisdiction over Moida and Ryuk, and Death calling out Ryuk for abusing his powers. He says that death is meant to be a part of life, and manipulating those events out of boredom is very beyond the pale. Ryuk says that he is no different from other shinigami, and that he has never had to pay consequences for his behavior. Death reminds Ryuk that shinigami, unlike other manifestations of death, can also cease to exist if they break rules about how to save humans. And he has Ryuk's hourglass in his hand. 

Vimes insists that the death god and Light need to be booked. They have proof that he killed the guild members and those that held their ledgers. Death retorts that they are too dangerous to go back to the Disc. Light has tasted the power of a god. And they have not just violated mortal laws but also established rules of their world. Light may try to grab an extra scythe or hold hourglasses hostage to save himself, but Susan and Albert take care of him. 

Somehow it ends with Light and Ryuk being trapped in their hourglasses, and Vimes reluctantly makes Death a deputized member of the Watch, since Death can be everywhere, while acknowledging that Light will face justice outside of Ankh-Morpork's jurisdiction. They have a larger pocket space so it's not inhumane, but they are prisons. Ryuk can no longer have his fun and is dealing with boredom, while Light has time to think about the consequences of his actions. The Unseen University accepts his involuntary withdrawal, because expulsions are rare and embarrassing for all parties involved. Vimes can think about if he wants to break the news to Soichiro, from one copper to another.

Vetinari isn't surprised by all this. There is always an upstart that thinks they can rule better than him. The Assassins and Thieves Guild start to rebuild, though it is going to be a while before all the burglaries and botched assassinations die down. And as Susan put it in Death's realm, Light may claim that he is a god, but he is a boy, like boys who fry ants and wasps with glass. She meets many children like him in her governess and schooling days. 

Everyone is still mourning Nobby Nobbs. He was a good copper. Angua visits his grave, apologizing for making him a target. Reg tends the grave. 

So Light would get his ass kicked on the Disc, while causing lasting consequences. But he doesn't die, as he feared. He and Ryuk face something much worse: an eternity of boredom, while knowing someone is watching them.

[beautifulpersonpeach]

Can I ask you some questions

1. What does karmy generally think about I army ? From what we see I army especially I jkkrs always see karmy as this ultimate power which can confirm something related to boy or jkk etc

2. Is there heavy homophobia in SK like I see Jkk bloggers always warning about which will affect safety of Jkk. I'm confused as when I see street interviews many Koreans seems open minded about it.

3. Is it true that Karmy indeed knows 'tea' lol. I always see bloggers here saying they are hiding it for jkk and boys safety and only share it in their cirlces. But I'm confused, there are antis in SK too and even ex fans can turn antis. Even recently we saw some I- jkkrs turning against JK because he was pushed by company. If one of them really has tea won't it be shared online and harm them which makes me think Karny also knows infos like I army except maybe they'll be seeing boys often.

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Speaking for myself here.

1 - Every type of fan you have in i-ARMY, you have in k-ARMY, it's just that in k-ARMY it's the more intense version. The antis are more persistent, hateful and vicious, the cosplayers are more devious, the shippers more certain, the chartmys more obsessed and calculating, the solo stans more unhinged and vile, the mantis more extreme, even the OT7s are more intense in how hard they go for every member, more than anything I've seen on the i-ARMY side. But I do think the general perception Korean fans have of international fans (in general not just k-ARMY), is that many international k-pop stans are very easy to manipulate and rile up. Manipulation happens on the Korean side too but with foreigners it's way easier. And I don't think this disadvantage to international fans is just down to language barriers. Cultural nuances between Korea and most Western countries is what drives the bigger role, in my opinion. You simply cannot afford to be thin-skinned and simple-minded as a Korean person in regular society, and in the k-pop industry this is the bare minimum requirement to succeed as an idol for a reason. I mean, have you sat down to think about the sort of brutal honesty, cynicism, and vanity that's rampant in a culture, for plastic surgery to be so common it becomes banal?

Anyway, to answer your first question, k-ARMYs see international ARMYs as somewhat easy to manipulate, but at the same time very volatile and entitled. Sometimes. That first point though means you and I are not the only people who've noticed some people gobble up anything so long as it's in Korean, and that bias can be abused.

That said though, in the jikook community at least far as I know, many k-jokers are legit ARMYs who don't want to endanger the boys by spreading reckless information. Sometimes there are cosplayers and sasaengs mixed in, who do have ulterior motives / misleading information, but the community so far has been able to keep bad actors to the minimum. Overall though, what I really think is that if you actually respect the guys, the ultimate authority/power to confirm something related to them is the boys themselves. Their own actions and words should be clear enough, and your mind capable enough of arriving at a reasoned opinion all on your own. You can test that opinion against new information such as, a Korean person who claims they are more knowledgeable on the topic - because as I've said, Korean is very nuance-dependent and cultural insight is integral to always getting the full picture. Think about what the new information means for your opinion, and move forward with the opinion that makes the most sense to you at the end. Brownie points if you can engage in fandom with people with differing viewpoints, somewhat respectfully.

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2 - Yes, there's heavy homophobia. And yes the younger generation is more accepting of it but that doesn't ultimately matter because of how Korea works. In my perception of it at least. The hate you get being queer in Korea, never starts directly. They target your friends first. Then your family. Your dad getting a snide comment at work here, your mom getting disinvited from the women's neighborhood meet-up there, your brother getting weird looks... And then there's the state restrictions: gay/queer couples cannot adopt and there are no protections under the constitution. So yes, technically people are out and people can come out and live relatively normal lives, but the path is extremely complicated. For someone like an idol, I'd imagine even more so.

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3 - I won't waste a lot of time on this since I already said quite a bit in point 1. The one thing I'll say is if there's one thing you need to note about this industry, it's this: k-pop is so insanely competitive, people are so ridiculously wicked and psychotic that anybody who has dirt on you won't hesitate to use it at the first opportune moment. (You in this case being an idol/group.) Like, any 'tea' that's worthwhile gets spilled before long given the churn rate in the industry. And this is true to a large extent for companies too. For example, I don't think BigHit/HYBE is all that different from other k-pop agencies in this industry, but I do think they are in many ways better because if they were just as bad or worse than other agencies, we would've seen the paperwork by now. We would've seen the lawsuits, the weeping idols, the 'disgruntled staff' blinds (SM is notorious for being so good at this one), we would've seen that mess by now. Because many people don't hesitate to walk, especially in the case of abuse. Also, there is a very real limit to what even Korean people can know if they're outside the team's inner circle. Usually what counts as 'tea' is sightings and schedules, which if not illegal isn't damning in the least. But there are other kinds of 'tea' that's clearly malicious, but oftentimes that sort of hit is contracted. For example, things like the targeted attack Jimin faced regarding his missed insurance payments, myself and a few friends believe that was 'contracted hate'. Something that's unfortunately not uncommon in the industry.

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K-ARMYs / k-jikookers are very similar in behaviour to i-jikookers, just more intense, usually / in my experience (including myself). So weigh their words/actions accordingly.

[kayann9]

How to turn the tide.

I'm not even sure if I remember how to post? I literally have written nothing for 4 years and so I don't think it's great. I just thought, why not? Some bad language so rated M for safety; 893 words.

Takes place after the Elminster visit and is a little moment between my Tav (Serena) and Karlach; she is not dealing with the news very well. Gale doesn't feature but it is Gale X Tav (f).

I do not own BG3 or Gale of Waterdeep - even if I wish I did.

Serena flung the axe at wood, growling as it landed to the left of her target.

It was the tenth throw. The tree wasn’t going to last much longer whether she hit the mark or not.

“Fucking Gods.” She hissed, pulling the metal from the tree.

As Gale’s brown eyes filled with resignation and acceptance flooded her mind, he released the golden hatchet again and let it splinter the dry wood.

She was exhausted. She was so very exhausted: her muscles ached, her throat was sore but mainly, and most sadly, her mind was tired. The frustration of living in a World ruled by Gods and Monsters, of the good suffering at the hands of the powerful, was eating at her. This evening had been the final straw.

Serena sunk into the grass and pulled her knees to her chest.

She couldn’t do this – whatever this had turned into. What had started as a minor expedition to get back home and get a tiny invader out of her brain, had turned into a divine mission from a variety of notable sources, one that she kept being told had to take precedent above all else.

This was the life she’d left behind – the selfless life of righting wrongs – that had now crept back up onto her.

“Godsdammit.” Her dagger slammed into the dirt as if she were trying to pierce the soul of the ground itself.

Serena heard Karlach before she saw her; she heard the heavy boots and the gentle grunt of the metal in her chest. Another victim of the machine.

“How you holding up soldier?”

Serena let out a humourless laugh. “Collecting firewood. I’m fine.” Somewhere along the line she’d become a terrible liar, she couldn’t even convince herself anymore. She played with a dried splinter between her fingers before holding it up.

“I’m not sure that will keep a fire going for very long. I mean, that tree has taken quite the pummelling. It’s almost as if you’re pretending it is a certain Goddess’…”

Serena stood up gathering another blade in her hand, letting it fly through the air with a whistle.

“That tree is a lot of things to me right now….. Mainly firewood.” Serena braced her shoulders trying to release the knot of tension that sat between the bones given to her from the dirt floor and the stress of the day. When she heard Karlach’s sigh, she knew she wasn’t fooling anyone. “Fine. I’m sick of it. I’m sick of these supposedly all powerful beings waltzing through our lives like unprompted lightning bolts, ignoring the destruction they cause, expecting our utter devotion just because they deem us somewhat noticeable.”

The Rosymorn Trail had been somewhat breath taking to Serena on her arrival through the Mountain Pass, a part of Faerûn that she had not seen before. No longer was she impressed with the vast and dramatic scenery; the vivid sunset bathing the valley in fire, all awe and wonder had been sapped from her body the moment she’d heard the words: use yourself as the catalyst that will burn it from this world.

“Sorry, I’m ranting.” Serena leaned against a tree and forced her gaze to the vast expanse of mountains.

Karlach’s intimidating size and stature hid a softer nature. The kind of nature that had made her follow her friend when she was trying her best to hide all the upset she clearly felt. She’d known she’d had to follow the moment Serena had declared she was going to find some food despite their camp being full of wine, cheese and meat and then found her stabbing a half- dead oak tree as if it were stray ghast.

“You’re not ranting…. Well, maybe ranting a little. But I get it. You’re upset. It was a shit thing to hear and it’s even shittier that he’s actually contemplating it.”

And there it was. The reason this had gotten to her so much. It hadn’t been that Mystra had dared to make such an obscene suggestion. Gods and their ilk were known, at least in her world, for making such grand demands of their devotees. By the Hells, it might not have even been the worst ‘sacrifice’ she’d even heard of on her travels. The thing that truly tore at her heart was the fact he’d accepted it. He’d said with such sad certainty there wasn’t another way.  

Tears pricked the back of her eyes, but she soon forced them away. Even in front of Karlach.

“It’s just not fair.” She was aware she sounded like a child who’d not been allowed out to play after dinner but there was no other phrase that she could pick. It wasn’t. It wasn’t fair that his punishment was to willingly end his life. It wasn’t fair that he felt it was apt. It wasn’t fair that she now cared enough about Gale for it to hurt when he’d accepted it.

With another surge of anger, she threw the great axe at the tree again.

This time it splintered.

It creaked and groaned under the ferocity of the blade.

“There. Firewood.” She shrugged and grabbed the larger splints.

“Be a moon unto yourself, mate.” Karlach smiled as she grabbed the rest of the wood and hoped the elder wizard's more enigmatic words would bring her friend at least some comfort.

[random-yandere-fandom]

I really loved Yandere Meliodas headcanons, you could do with Yandere Zeldris, I would like to see how he would be with other races too.

Thank you and sure! Seeing as you are referring to an old post that I refuse to read (I am in a state were I ignore the existence of all old writings as they make me cringe, but thank you for still liking that!), this is loosely based on that idea.

If Zeldris’ darling was a...

fellow demon, things would be the easiest. As members of the same clan there is not nearly as much of an issue with him being with you compared to the others. Even if you are low ranking, Zeldris will make up some excuse to justify your relationship. Seeing as he is not the first heir to the demon king and he himself would be easier to control with you by his side, there is not much opposition from his father. Even if you are powerful though, this guy has no qualms about forcing you into being his. Sure, at first he tries really hard to woo you in the demon way. You can even consider him cute, he kinda reminds you of a puppy with how excited he looks whenever you accept his presents or how dejected if not. 

For a certain amount of time that is all he tries. Starting conversations, giving gifts, getting interested in your hobbies, ordering you away from the front lines, following you around, threatening those around you... over time he becomes more and more desperate. After he has made his intentions clear you have become a target, he would never forgive himself if you were to get hurt because of him. That being said, the longer this goes on, the more frustrated he becomes. He does his best to not let you notice, however, the way he grits his teeth or snaps at you before apologizing, the way he shields you with his body whenever others are around or how he grips your hand just a bit too tightly, should be enough to tell you that you better start liking him back, or at the very least, pretend to. 

Once the two of you are together you might as well be engaged, everyone knows who you are or at the very least whose partner you are. You are offered better treatment, sure, but you are also suddenly watched the entire time, even if Zeldris isn’t with you he will know what you have been up to due to various demons paying closer attention to you than what you were used to. 

goddess, there will be a lot of difficulty, for the both of you. Zeldris isn’t even sure how he fell for you, all he knows is that he can’t stop thinking about you, his attempts to hide his blush whenever that happens luckily succeeding. There is a lot of conflict here, the two of you are on opposing sides and he doesn’t know if he also caught your interest. The next few days he will often reappear on the very battlefield the two of you first met on, once he is there he will feel guilty and helpless, he doesn’t know you much and yet here he is, hoping to meet you again despite you being his enemy. 

Caught up with his own feelings he will not notice what Meliodas is up to until the day comes where his older brother leaves the clan for Elizabeth, promptly following and catching up to him. Up to this point he had only ever seen glimpses of you, the way you carried yourself and protected those around you with such fierce loyalty making him drawn to you even more. The times he got to exchange words with you were few and far between and not really all too friendly, yet it was enough to make him even more addicted to your presence. When the blonde questions him, clearly ready to fight, all he says is that he wants to meet someone again, the look in Zeldris’ eyes all to familiar to Meliodas and the brothers make their way to the Goddess clan. Once there he will receive many curious and even more threatening looks and despite Elizabeth doing what she can to stand up for him, his time will not be made any easier. However, that doesn’t matter as he can finally approach you, giddyness hidden under a stoic facade as he makes his way over to you, mentally preparing himself for what he hopes is the start of a good relationship that he can build on.

As soon as the two of you are together, Zeldris can’t help but admire your wings. The feathers are so incredibly soft and he picks up the habit of cleaning them for you, enjoying the intimacy that comes with it. Also, please wrap them around him when you hug him and only then, don’t do that to anyone else. As your significant other he is the only one that you should get so close to.

human, I think we all know that the biggest problem would be your mortality. It doesn’t matter when he fell for you, but the moment he does he is hit with the realization that you age way too quickly. You are frail and mortal in his perspective and he fears from everyone elses’, too. There is really no other way but to cling to you, bringing you with him while he searches through all kinds of books and questions various people on how to extent your life. There are more methods than he can count, luckily, however, not all of them are desirable. Some of the described side effects give him nightmares which he tries to hide from you, not wanting you to see how desperate he is getting.

The fountain of youth will be his best option (as long as it still exists) and he surely isn’t above steeling some drops for you. He does not wish to become mortal enemies with the fairies, undeniably dragging you into that chaos, too, and he is well aware that immortality is more of a curse than anything. As such, not even half a cup is what he aims for, making your life long enough so that you may spend it with him and he may spend his with you. Whether you want to or not, he will find a way to get the liquid down your throat, attentively making sure there aren’t any unknown side effects that could hurt you in any way.

When that is finally out of the way you can’t believe how relaxed Zeldris suddenly is, with his biggest worry out of the way he will cling to you even more so than before, excited to spend time with you. It is likely that you will be overwhelmed and while he tries to be understanding, there is only so much he can do before he wants to be around you again at least.

fairy, there would be much for him to learn. He doesn’t know much about other races except for the goddess and vampire clan. All his knowledge is war related, abilities, weaknesses and all that stuff is barely any good ground to start a conversation on. So even if you were open to talk to him, he doesn’t know what. The first few times you two accidently (at least at first) meet, the exchange is somewhat dry. There are not many topics he can bring to the table and he is afraid to say something that might offend you, ultimately turning silent before bidding goodbye. 

From then on he will start studying fairy customs and behaviors, learning different songs and dances and special ways they make their clothes all in hopes that he can impress you with his expertise. He even succeeds from time to time, he happily thinks back to the time you hesitantly sung one of the songs he was curious about to him (after much convincing from his side), your flustered smile when he complimented you stuck on his mind. If others notice his odd interest there is not much they can do, from the outside it only looks as if he is reading some books and surely it’s a coincidence that the fairies seemed to be able to flee more easily when Zeldris was involved in the fight. It must also be by chance that the person that has been bothering you disappeared only for their mangled corpse to appear a few days later, some low rank demon seeming to have had their fun torturing them. There are never enough clues that clearly point towards the demon, nearly no one can get suspicious of him like that.

While he never really cared about who would be hurt when he fought, now he takes extra care to avoid any animals that might get in the way. As a fairy you have a close connection with nature and while you understand that some things just are unavoidable, you are unwelcome of his habit to destroy the whole place and heavily scold him for it, your anger even scaring him a bit.

giant, he would be unsure on how to approach you at first. Your first meeting was a not so friendly one and though neither of you were injured, there was not much conversation either. Actually, it wasn’t until the third time he encountered you that he actually took an interest in you. Beforehand, the two of you had only fought, but that time you hadn’t noticed him yet. You were simply doing your own thing, which wasn’t much as you were currently patrolling the border, but there was such a tranquility around you, despite your size and the proximity to demon territory small wildlife, which you could crush without a thought, gathered around you, seeming content in your presence as you gently tried to steer them away.

Zeldris never had a problem with asserting dominance over others no matter how tall they were, one glare enough to frighten even the tallest and proudest giant. He does not want to scare you though and as he is pondering that thought he doesn’t notice as the animals run away as you outright throw a whole boulder at him, getting into a defensive position as you glower at the demon that managed to avoid your attack. Once again the two of you will be fighting, but unlike before Zeldris will try to start a conversation in the middle of the battle, annoying you more than intriguing you. Taking into account the times you have met before there really isn’t much surprise to that, however you come to find the demon trying to talk to you more and more, always appearing whenever you were within reach. Sooner or later the two of you will have a proper conversation, he is sure of it.

Once you are together, please let him rest on your shoulder or your hands. Zeldris really likes the thought of you carrying him and he is astonished how comfortable it is to rest on you with him falling asleep almost immediately. To him it also shows how much he trusts you and you know that even if you tried, you couldn’t really harm him even when he looks so defenseless.

vampire, there are various downsides and upsides. For one, your clan is considered even lower than servants and Zeldris is ashamed to admit that he once shared that viewpoint. As such, his interest in you is sure to be looked down upon. On the bright side, it could have been worse. At least you were on the same page, allies, however fragile that status may be. Therefore, there had been many opportunities to meet you and since your territory was within the demons’ boundaries it was not all to difficult to visit you from time to time outside of political meetings. 

There is somewhat a common ground for the both of you and Zeldris couldn’t be gladder for that. Members of other clans are often scared by the mere sight of him, but at least you are somewhat used to it and are more likely to upon up to him. Still, he makes use of the power imbalance. While he will not let any other demon catch him with you, he doesn’t mind as much when other vampires catch a glimpse of the both of you. He is sure that the vampires would jump at the opportunity to use your connection with him, which means that they will push you into his direction. He does make sure that they wouldn’t harm you though, using some spells he looked up for this specific reason to protect you and alarm him should you be in danger. 

Zeldris is very much ready to let you drink his blood. Not only does it make you stronger and allows you to heal faster, which calms his mind quite a bit, he does not like the thought of you doing that to anyone else. Imagining you getting close to someone else for that and especially biting them is surely one of the images he would rather push out of his mind before he gets too bothered by it.

[percepeony]

Been giving few of my ocs some attention

Also because I chose this oc of mine in my drawing class as a character design ref sheet and facial expression assignment last week

Introducing one of the fucked up ocs I have 😌

Most of my ocs are fucked up anyway lmaoo

Name: Eike (he doesn’t have a last name because he doesn’t want to)

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Species: Half human, half parasite

Nationality: Half German, half Filipino

Likes: Chaos and danger

Dislikes: Time/watches/clocks and people

Rival: Fumihiko Morikawa (his former boss, unwillingly)

Skills: Intelligence

Ability: Parasite & immortality

Weakness: Blood types A and AB

Occupation: Detective

Alignment: Chaotic neutral (tho he tends to switch sides whenever he feels like it)

MORE INFOS‼️

Eike is a two people in one body type of character (I don’t know how to call it lol)

Emir - the black haired

Elijah - the pink haired

The stitches that mended his splitted face is only down on his neck with an ‘X’ mark in which is slightly covered with his grey sweater

He’s a pretty complex character because at first you would’ve guessed he’s just a serial killer like any other villain characters but the second you’d catch on, he’ll act like an innocent prick

Overall, he likes causing chaos between two opposing sides and sometimes prefers being a spectator

Q&As (more questions can be added):

1. How do you address Eike if he’s made up of two people? Do we call him a ‘he’ or a ‘they’?

Answer: His pronouns are he/him since Elijah is mostly the one in control as Eike (he also picked up that name to hide his identity) also because Emir’s half decapitated face is unconscious in Elijah’s control so he won’t be able to control everything for the time being unless Elijah wakes him up and lets him have control but atp Emir’s looking like he’s gonna be ‘dead’ for awhile.

2. Who is the parasite and how does it work?

Answer: Elijah, to be more specific, that’s his ability. He can control someone’s body by merging his blood with someone else’s. As long as that person he’s targeting has the same blood type as him, which is O, or else he’ll be dead in an instant. Mixing his blood with a different blood type is like feeling drenched up acid to him.

3. If Eike’s occupation is being a detective, wouldn’t his co-workers be suspicious of his conditions to his face?

Answer: His face is usually covered up with his hair and he only uncovers it when he’s alone so don’t worry 👌

4. How did he managed to get a certified occupation with the way he looks??

Answer: In the beginning, they picked him up in the alleyway beside a garbage bin during an investigation. At first he was gonna be placed in an orphanage as a joke until he told them his age and “dream” which was to become a detective. They doubted him at first based from the way he presents himself until during another investigation (someone had to keep watch on him so they suggested on bringing him on work lol) and was surprised on how well-observant he was throughout. So there, he was immediately hired and he's still wearing that outfit despite being told to wear something formal.

5. How did you come up with a character like Eike?

Answer: After listing my ocs, I noticed that I never had a neutral character before so there, I started coming up with a few concepts. He was supposed to have elf ears but that small detail is scratched from my sheet because it’s useless. It took me half an hour to think about it because I wanted this character to have a chaotic appearance and personality but still complex. I decided that the mix of black and pink would suit him. I thought of black and white at first but nah, I don’t think I’ve seen any characters with the mix of black and pink that much before so I chose those color palettes.

6. If he dislikes any items involving time, why does he have a pocket watch?

Answer: He’s wearing it around his neck as a spiteful way towards Fumihiko for treating him like shit for 3 years so he stole it from him (and a very useful thing at that because the pocket watch he’s holding onto right now is someone else’s life so if he ever breaks it, that someone will die, though, he doesn’t know it yet)

7. What are the backstories of Elijah’s and Emir’s?

Answer: You’ll know it soon once I fully make an mv of it 😉

INSPIRED CHARACTERS:

B. E. N./Behavioral Event Network

Dabi

INSPIRED SONGS:

Two Face by Jake Daniels

Brain & Heart by Melanie Martinez

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[snapeaddict]

Dearest friend

It was late, but not as late as it was when she usually looked up from her desk to notice how many hours had passed since she had started grading papers. The clock had not even struck half-past ten, she gave it a perplexed look, trying to understand why she felt as if she had just been pulled out of her routine despite sitting alone and undisturbed in the silence of her living room. Perhaps it was the silence itself; she had always graded her papers in the staff room on Saturday nights, and students, ghosts and paintings formed a familiar, soothing jabber she was used to hearing there. There was nothing like that in her tower, which she used to enjoy very much; but now, alone with the ticking of her clock, she found herself longing for that never-ending chatter. It was why she had deserted the staff room. Now, no matter the hour, no matter how many children were roaming the corridors, all was always terribly silent, and that silence was only ever broken by the consistent ringing of the bell and military-like footsteps. This sounded nothing like Hogwarts; she felt alienated. It was like looking at a beloved, familiar face and seeing nothing but foreign traits, being unable to understand why and how the muscles of that face moved, to decipher any kind of feeling behind the once friendly eyes – to see nothing at all. 

No need for metaphors. Severus carried out the task very well: he personified that silence with formidable charisma.

She looked down at her papers again. She had been grading them inattentively, with the kind of automatic skills that years of practice and a recurring lesson within the curriculum could afford a teacher – thank Merlin for small mercies. However, the paragraph she was now reading, written in shaky handwriting by a first-year student who clearly had not used many quills in the past, was absolutely mind-boggling. She could not quite pinpoint what had been going on in that boy’s brain, most likely he hadn’t had the time to proofread his essay, but that spelling mistake was unfortunate, especially in that context, and it was only because he was a first-year that she was ready to believe it was an innocent error. 

So she understood. That was why everything had felt so out of place all of a sudden: this right here was funny, and a part of her must have felt like laughing, but that too felt foreign, so here she was, wondering what was wrong. And it was as simple as that. Something was triggering a long-forgotten instinct, that of laughing, and she could not entirely process it, because she usually shared the funny student mistakes with someone. And they laughed about it together, in the staff room, on Saturday nights.

She felt that the stream of her thoughts was about to continue. She feared what reason would tell her; she precipitately took out her wand, duplicated the essay, put it aside, sat down again, went on to the next paper. At the end of the school year, there was a good chunk of assignments on that pile – all hilarious or terrible mistakes, answers and witty remarks from her students. That pile of papers only existed for those moments of timeless nostalgia she desperately needed to indulge in, and she kept on adding to it, arranging it in a neat stack, hiding it in one of her drawers. She could never open it without feeling the simultaneous burn of shame, guilt, anger, and past friendship.

-

There was a thin line between demonstrations of power and vulnerability. If you gave the impression that you were never around, if people started thinking perhaps all power had been relegated to your right hands, then you and the entire fragile ecosystem you were the centre of would be targeted by reinvigorated rebels; if, on the contrary, you were seen too often, you would become just as much of a target, and risk exposure. Severus was not meant to lead – in fact, his whole life had been spent creating a persona that could fake an innate sense of authority with simple but masterly use of demeanour and voice. Suddenly all that careful work fell into pieces, and he was thrown into a new system of hierarchy on whose preservation countless lives, and the outcome of the war, depended. There would be no use in trying to depict the mental state of the newly appointed headmaster; the dichotomy between inner and outer selves was such that doing so would certainly spark a literary debate on the theme of vraisemblance. Severus thus proceeded as he usually did in times of crisis, shutting down all emotions, putting on a familiar mask of indifference, scheduling his appearances in the corridors and Great Hall with care and repressed anxiety. His face became accustomed to the tension; it grew around his facial muscles as quickly as warm water freezes in the cold of winter.

Strangely, it was not the moments of intense pressure and unspeakable horrors that had, more than once, endangered his carefully crafted composure. It was, in fact, his rounds in the corridors: he sometimes crossed paths with unfortunate students who, because he was especially skilled at moving quietly, never heard him coming. There were a few seconds during which they kept on talking – even in situations of crisis, teenagers can be insouciant, if only to cope with reality. Thus Severus found himself interrupting many a conversation which were not of the highest intellectual standard. Many times he felt the shadow of an ironic smile on his lips, the taste of a sarcastic remark on his tongue: these were always followed by a vertiginous sense of estrangement from everything that surrounded him. By this time the students had spotted him and deserted the place, or they were waiting, terror-stricken, wondering what would come next. There Severus would have to compose himself, and the effort drained him in a way he could never fully explain. Often, when the students had left, he felt the urge to look over his shoulder, ready to mock the conversation he had overhead once more; then he was very still; and, finally, painfully, he kept on walking.

So he kept a list. It was cathartic, and he enjoyed the puzzled look on Albus’ painted face when he responded to him that this was a ‘private matter’. Very neatly, in the manner of the Domesday book, which is to say in a very organized fashion, he wrote down the silliest bits of conversations and remarks from students, sometimes adding comments in the margin such as ‘typical’, ‘6 years of education wasted. Glad I am not the one having to meet them for their orientation session’ or the occasional ‘colourful. To keep on hand in case of a meeting with the minister.’ In contrast to every other aspect of his life, from material matters to the most existential ones, he did not plan what to do with this parchment; he filled it carefree; it sat in one of his desk’s drawers that May evening.

It only left its place to be covered in remorseful tears, but the pile of essays in Minerva’s drawer remained desperately still.

[gretchensinister]

Some words for your perusal: persnickety, magnate, and greet

Persnickety

The skeksis have become persnickety about their clothing. They tolerate no change of material or style, and when some change is unavoidable—

(the skerum-whelks that made that shade of purple have not been seen for dozens of trine, traveller-nujip no longer blanket the suns with their subtly shining wings, there are no more gelfling who know how to make that particular style of lace, there are no more gelfling who know how to make looms that can produce that style of weaving, there are no more gelfling who can spin thread that fine, there are no more gelfling to herd nyvo, there are no more gelfling)

—they become peevish. They whine. They complain. When complaints change nothing, they grow irritable.

Eventually, of course, they rage.

SkekEkt finds himself the obvious target. Of necessity he seeks places to hide in the mazes of his storerooms, always on the edge of being buried under bale after bale of half-ruined cloth. He wanders a kaleidoscope of fabric that he knew brought him delight and wonder when it was first placed before him, but now all he can see is that none of it is right, none of it will do.

In his maze, alone, SkekEkt’s own rage ebbs away without his notice. He thinks, there is still so much here, enough for another thousand trine of new designs, as fresh and beautiful as anything I have ever made. He thinks, when did I stop being able to entice them with new perfection? He thinks, I could make us a new style that would be easier on our joints to take on and off, layers to be warmer in the winter and cooler in the summer so we could enjoy the balconies again.

But the view from the balconies isn’t good anymore, and SkekEkt’s rage returns. It must be rage, of course, because otherwise it would be fear. His claws strike out at the fabric around him even though somewhere deep he knows tearing cloth is like spilling essence. He hates that unspoken knowing, hates that it makes him want to stop, hates how it feels like—like someone else’s thought.

Slash and rip at masterwork brocades, at embroidery that looks like painting at two paces, at furs of a size and plushness that will never be seen again. It’s better to be able to do this, it’s always been better, what did—anyone else—ever have, anyway? Crude, barely-combed, rough-spun nenil, in nothing but plain and ragged squares because using a scissors or needle was too much violence to bear and dyes and patterns too decadent—

SkekEkt stops now, pulling his hands into his cuffs. If he sees them now he will remember every pinprick on his fingertips, see the thin line on his thumb, and be unable to deny the distinct spatter of a chemical burn on one hand. Little accidents, from someone careful, that all show how many lies he’s grasping at.

He stands, frozen, hands that once held shuttle and needle and hook and scissors and so much more hidden away under fabric that can no longer be made. He almost wishes something, but the words refuse to form in his mind.

It’s too late, now.

He keeps his hands hidden and seeks the exit to the maze. He will do no more for the others. He will do no more for himself. He will direct the podlings, and that is all.

What ease. What power. What luxury.

But it still isn’t exactly right, is it? It still won’t do.

SkekEkt shakes his head and curls his hands so tight that stillness is their only option.

[egg-emperor]

feel free to ignore this if it's too weird or overly fluffy; but do you have any tickling headcanons for eggman? like how would he would act as the one instigating, or how he would react to someone trying to do it to him?

i apologize if this ask is strange or uncomfy. hope you're having a good day either way, your blog is great 💖

Thank you, I appreciate the consideration. Fortunately this is one of the cute type of concepts that I do enjoy! 😊💜

When Eggman is the one instigating the tickling, I imagine it would be when he gets into one of his cheeky and playful moods. He'll be grinning slyly while creeping up behind his unsuspecting victims, or if they turn around and notice him, he'll struggle to hide his smile and it will look like he's trying to hold back laughter and when it gives away that he's up to something but they still don't know exactly what, he'll reveal it by immediately striking hehe

He'll often pounce and pin down his victim and his large hands will easily target all their sensitive areas and have full freedom to run them all over their body when he keeps them held down with his soft heavy tummy alone, or has them straddled with his legs too. When they instinctively kick and squirm when he reaches for certain spots, he'll pull them back in place and say "I'm gonna getcha" and playfully growls like he's a big tickle monster bear XD

He likes it when they're trapped and at his mercy, it's another way that he can have power over someone but in a more lighthearted funny silly way, which he desires just as much as the serious and threatening ways for some simple fun in life, especially when he's feeling playful. He has that youthful cheekiness to him that's cute to see but his usual desire for dominance and control shows in it at the same time with his enjoyment and pride and the smirk on his face.

He also enjoys when they're reduced into a weakened giggly mess and he can say he's won over them despite their attempts to resist and that they have submitted to him, which he's proud of because it's exactly along the lines for the rules of the Eggman Empire and he'll like to roleplay that in a silly way during it too hehe. And his big fluffy stache and soft lips can also tickle, so he may nuzzle into and nip at and press kisses against their most sensitive areas too 🥰

As for the flip side, Eggman will swear down that he isn't ticklish himself and he has the strength to fight off those who try, so people often don't get to test that and see if it's true. But if he's targeted when he doesn't expect it and doesn't have the chance to react or resist in time, then he'll struggle to hold back his amusement as he squirms involuntarily when they reach the right spots, then he snorts and laughter starts to escape him.

He'll quickly be embarrassed and blush hard when it reveals the secret he's pretty shy about because he doesn't want everyone to know his weaknesses of any kind! His most sensitive and ticklish areas are certain spots on the sides of his tummy when running hands along in a rubbing motion, his rarely exposed underarms, and his famously large feet with the wide span of his soft soles, as seen when he finally frees them for swimming lol

He'll giggle cutely and get louder while betting for them to stop but the big smile on his face the whole time says he enjoys it. And the biggest secret is that raspberries blown on the softest part of his tummy in the middle are his ultimate weakness and limit, he completely loses control and is at their mercy if they find it. And when it's really intense and overwhelming then he can't hold back and bursts into his full blown adorable "hoho" laughter!

Then he becomes much too weak to fight back despite his strength, he tries to squirm and kick his legs but it's futile, he can't put all his strength into it as he's weakened and reduced into smiles, giggles and tears as he's overwhelmed by the sensation. Everyone else will hear too for miles but he can't hold back anymore and while keeps trying to tell them to stop between his giggling fit, he might finally accidentally blurt out that he actually loves it instead!

Overall he will enjoy it a lot despite how he's also a little flustered to be seen in such a vulnerable and weakened state before them. And after that he'll beg for them to not tell anyone about how ticklish he secretly is for his reputation's sake as he doesn't want them to know that he has such a cute weakness and adorable reaction like that. It's a very precious and intimate secret to keep about the fierce diabolical future emperor of the world! XD 💖

Hope you like it and that you're having a good day too! I am, it was a beautiful day and I enjoyed it outside. And I'm really happy you enjoy my blog, thank you so much 💕

[viviski]

Rise of the tmnt has some of the best characterization that I've ever seen. I have some plot related criticism (which becomes unimportant given the target audience of the show, you know children don't notice plot holes lmao) but I can analyze the characters much more than any big shot Marvel or Disney movie I've seen.

So here we go (remember this is my own free interpretation and analysis, I am well aware that I might get things wrong):

Each of them are smart in some ways but dumb in others:

Donnie: academically smart, technology genius, very hard working, determined, passionate but has a hard time understanding emotions (which doesn't necessarily prevent him from being considerate though)

Raph: common sense smart, responsible, experienced ("Do not eat THE POISON!"), but he's bad at strategizing (his plans are kinda bad lmao) and he can't keep his cool under pressure sometimes

Mikey: emotions and feelings smart (heck, even Dr. Delicate Touch gets the job done when he wants to take care of a situation) but completely lacks common sense (this may be due to him being younger than the others though)

Leo: he's plain smart. He's really good at strategizing, tricking people, he knows the right thing to say to people at the right time, he can keep his cool under pressure, BUT he's lazy and inconsiderate at times. Also very academically dumb (like come on who doesn't know what "nigh" means lol)

I could make an allignmennt chart out of this. And a circle:

Leo can do what Raph can't (strategy), Raph can do what Mikey can't (common sense), Mikey can do what Donnie can't (empathy) and Donnie can do what Leo can't (working hard).

[One note about Leo and Donnie: it's so on point that Leo is lazy because achieving things come very easy and natural for him, thanks to his social skills and quick thinking, while Donnie has to work hard by making machines (I mean for him it's actually easy and fun but it's still a lot of work) and using creativity to invent new things that can help him through everyday life. Both of these ways of living are effective though very different. In their case, one can't do the other. Now it's not like Leo and the others never work hard, but Donnie is on an exceptional level so that's more of his thing, just like everyone else is on an exceptional level on their own thing.]

And that's why they're 1) the perfect team because they complete each other 2) the perfect cast of characters because every viewer (mostly teens of course) can relate to at least one of them (if not all of them)

There's also some parallels and things in common with all the characters too (they are brothers after all) even if it's for completely different reasons:

Donnie and Leo both have high self esteem (most of the time), which sometimes develops into arrogance and self centered behavior, but mostly because they're actually hiding insecurity

Mikey and Raph are both very considerate of others and are always concerned about everyone (even though Raph is like that because of his morals, he feels like it's his "duty", while Mikey is just a spread love kinda guy lmao) and naive

Both Raph and Donnie are well aware of their responsibilities (Raph saved Leo and Donnie shielded Mikey in the film)

Mikey and Leo are both good at socializing

Leo and Raph are both leaders (Raph more as a caretaker while Leo more as a guide) who occasionally don't trust their fellow team members and take burdens all on their own (just look at the entire plot of the movie lol)

Mikey and Donnie are very different, I can't remember anything they have in common at the moment but maybe that's just me

Lastly, it's so great and well written how everyone changes across the show:

Raph learns to trust his brothers more and to not take burdens all on his own (the season two finale was all about that)

Leo learns to be more trustworthy, less arrogant, and more responsible as he does things prepared to face the consequences in the end (mainly in the movie, in the show he doesn't have a lot of character development)

Donnie learns to accept and be open minded about others even if he can't fully understand them (he realizes that he can't "fix" his siblings, but he actually needs them for who they are) and he also learns that others do the same for him (that time April told him something like "we don't like you because of your tech, we like you because of you" had me sobbing)

Mikey becomes generally more competent, mainly in fighting? Cause he can throw entire cruise ships and buildings? I can't really think of more deeper character development, he's the nicest loving ray of sunshine ever even though he can be harsh if necessary, he's a pretty balanced guy that's all. But maybe I missed something I dunno

I can really do some high school literature homework level analysis lmao this show is amazing