#how to survive not being able to speak or express anything g e n d e r related online or irl for fear of being Literally Shot to Death by

[yther]

Two (or was it 3?) years ago I spent "christmas" and the next week in the same pair of clothes on a bed with no sheet or blanket and I used a trash bag when I was too cold. I weighed 20lbs less but I had muscle still. I wish I knew then what I knew now. I would go back to absolute hopelessness and scarcity if I could save myself from the people I'd meet or the person I was with.

But mostly, I regret that I gave up, I thought I had nothing more to lose when in reality I had my whole life, still. I had my life. I had a FUCKTON more health, even though I clearly took it for granted. And as much as I feel like I did back then, that I have nothing at all to lose, I have learned It can always get worse! AlWAYS!

Suicide is not reliable, brain damage sucks. So... Shit really really sucks this year and I promised myself that I wouldn't endure another, but I should break that promise..? I should find a way to survive. But I am so tired and hurt and angry. So confused.

I miss humanity. I miss... so much and I'll never understand what has been done to me or taken from me (at least to the full extent). I need to find my way back to some community, somewhere somehow. I need to fight this vicious isolation and recover from the harassment and violation. I need to "fight" - I'm not sure what that means anymore. I need to survive, and that itself is a fight I'm losing.

I don't see any path forward, but I know there is one..? I also know I have been terrorized and traumatized for so long I can barely speak coherently irl. I didn't sleep or eat and terror as an energy source has a hell of a price. I don't trust myself to think. Really think and make important decisions. I desperately need that ability but I'm only getting more exhausted and malnourished and broken and afraid..

Survival is resistance but <forever blinking cursor>

[whump-mania]

I Will Survive

Something a little different from what I usually write! This is a songfic inspired by “I Will Survive” by Gloria Gaynor. I made some new characters for this one, not sure if I’ll ever use them anywhere else. Enjoy! (This is a long one)

TW: domestic abuse, implied noncon attempt, dubcon, nonconsensual kissing/touching, cursing, gaslighting, use of slurs (sl*t)

~

The crowd was silent. All eyes on him. A bright, burning spotlight shining down on him. Everyone was waiting in quiet anticipation for the first note. Tyler steadied his breathing and focused on the sheet music in front of him. His fingers rested lightly on the keys of first chord of the song. A breath. A glance into the crowd. Alex was there, smiling at him. A surge of confidence flowed through Tyler as he turned back to the piano. 

He struck the first chord, which sent him into a flurry of notes arpeggiating up to the end of the intro. A nod to his bandmates sent him into the first verse of the song.

“At first I was afraid, I was petrified...Kept thinking I could never live without you by my side...”

~

“N-No, I’m sorry, I-I didn’t mean it, I love y-”

“Shut the FUCK up, Tyler!” Eric was filled with rage. He had just pushed his boyfriend down onto the ground of the kitchen, Tyler’s now broken phone on the hard tile next to him.

It was all started by a text. A text that Tyler sent to his new friend, Alex. A bartender at the bar they performed at with their jazz band. He had been so kind to Tyler, coming up to him after the performance and telling him he had never heard someone play the piano as well as him. Eric was putting his trumpet away when he noticed the two talking, and he kept a wary eye on the bartender since then.

Tyler was just saying hello. He was just asking him if he wanted to meet up for coffee. As friends. That's when Eric found the texts messages and lost it, accusing Tyler of cheating on him.

“You’re fucking him, aren’t you?” Eric accused. “You think I’m not good enough for you, huh?!” 

Tyler shook his head rapidly. “No! No, please, I was just being friendly, I-”

“I don’t think I can be with you if you’re gonna be a slut,” Eric spat. “Have fun with your new boytoy.” Eric turned and left Tyler on the floor, taking his own things and heading for the door. 

“Wait! E-Eric, please!” Tyler scrambled off the floor and grabbed Eric’s arm. “I’ll do anything, please, d-don’t leave me...I love you...” 

Eric glared at him, not even needing to think about his next move. Everything was going according to plan. “Would you block him? Would you never speak to him again?” His voice dropped to a lower, vulnerable tone. 

Tyler nodded immediately. “Yes, yes, I promise, I won't even think about him, just please don’t leave...I-I’m sorry...” Tyler fell to his knees and sobbed. 

Eric grabbed Tyler’s broken phone from the floor, handing it to the sobbing form on the tile. Tyler took it instantly and deleted Alex’s contact with shaking hands. Eric smiled and embraced him.

“Good boy...I love you so much, Ty.” He stroked his boyfriend’s hair, calming his sobs. “Shh, I’m here.” Tyler melted, falling in love all over again.

~

Tyler’s eyes shut closed as he sang the next lyric.

“But then I spent so many nights thinking how you did me wrong, and I grew strong...and I learned how to get along...”

~

“He’s using you, you know.” Alex frowned at the man in front of him. 

Tyler and Alex were at the bar. Alex was working and Tyler had just finished his set. This was the only time they could see each other without Eric knowing: Eric was sick at home with the flu, and couldn’t perform in the gig. Tyler sipped his drink nervously.

“Maybe he is. Maybe he doesn’t even love me.” He took a shaky breath. “But I think I still love him, you know? And he’s my lead trumpet, and the band can’t survive without him...I-I can’t just...leave.”

Alex became more upset, but held it in so he wouldn’t upset Tyler. “I know it’s hard to leave a relationship like that.” He reached over and held his hand. “But I’m here to help you. I can stay with you the whole time, so he can’t hurt you.”

Tyler looked into Alex’s eyes. He couldn’t help but be reassured by the concerned, caring look in those brown eyes. A look he barely saw from Eric anymore, a look he had to work for. Tyler furrowed his eyebrows and nodded.

“Okay.”

~

“...And so you're back!”

Tyler tapped his foot, feeling a new rush of confidence as the rest of his band struck up and the lights shone on all of them.

“From outer space...I just walked in to find you here with that sad look upon your face. I should have changed that stupid lock, I should have made you leave your key, if I'd known for just one second you'd be back to bother me...”

He pounded the keys of the piano, not even needing to look at the sheet music. He knew exactly what he was supposed to say.

“Go on now, go! Walk out the door! Just turn around now, 'cause you're not welcome anymore...Weren't you the one who tried to hurt me with goodbye? You think I'd crumble? You think I'd lay down and die?”

~

“Welcome home, Ty.”

Tyler stood, dumbfounded, in the entrance to his house. Standing there, in his own home, was Eric. Someone he thought he had finally gotten rid of. Tyler closed the door behind him. 

“W...What are you doing here? How did you-”

Eric smirked and held up the house key, the one he forgot to take from him before he told him to leave.

“I couldn’t just leave you here all alone with him. I had to come take you back...after all, he did take you from me.” Eric stepped forward.

Tyler’s eyes widened and he backed himself against the door. “W-We broke up! We had a talk, you...you agreed and everything!” Tyler’s eyes threatened to shed tears. “I thought everything was okay!”

Eric laughed. “Wow, Ty, I knew he made you a slut but I didn’t know he made you a dumbass, too!” He strode forward and pressed Tyler against the door. Tyler tried to struggle away.

“No! N-No, you can’t call me that anymore, I don’t belong to anyone!” He tried to worm his way out of Eric’s grasp, but he was locked in place.

“God, he really brainwashed you, didn't he?” Eric frowned and stroked Tyler’s hair. “You can't really believe that bullshit.” He grinned and leaned in to kiss him.

“No! Stop it, g-get away from me!” Tyler wasn’t strong enough to escape the kiss. It was aggressive, and passionate, and it brought him back. Back to the fear, to the shame, to never being good enough. Eric’s hand slithering down to his waistband sent Tyler into panic mode, screaming and pushing Eric away with all his might.

Eric snapped out of his trance of lust and glowered at Tyler. His mood changed entirely as he snarled and rushed toward Tyler, ready to fight. He lunged at him and Tyler was able to dodge him, using the opportunity to push Eric to the ground. 

Tyler took the opportunity to run to the kitchen, grabbing a rolling pin and holding it at Eric, panting.

“Get. Out.” His hands were shaking as he looked at Eric with all the rage that had been built up over his months of recovery. Eric stared in bewilderment at Tyler before stumbling up and running out the door. 

Tyler dropped to his knees. He didn’t know it would be so easy. It was almost too easy...but that didn’t matter. He was gone.

~

“Oh no, not I, I will survive! Oh, as long as I know how to love, I know I'll stay alive...I've got all my life to live, and I've got all my love to give, and I'll survive... I will survive...hey, hey!”

Tyler belted and stood up from the piano seat, feeling stronger than he ever had before. Alex was in the crowd, beaming at how much he had grown. He cheered as Tyler continued.

“It took all the strength I had not to fall apart...kept trying hard to mend the pieces of my broken heart. And I spent oh-so many nights just feeling sorry for myself, I used to cry...but now I hold my head up high!”

~

“Tyler, stop! Don’t say things like that!”

“But it’s true! I-I’m disgusting, I need to go back to him, I’m being unfair...”

Tyler was sitting on his own couch, Alex by his side. He had just broken up with Eric yesterday and it was the hardest thing he had ever done. It was only possible with Alex by his side, and to his surprise, Eric left with barely any argument. 

Now, however, he regretted it all. Everything Eric said to him in the past was coming back to him, grabbing him and dragging him back to Eric’s arms. And Alex was doing his best to keep him at bay.

“Tyler, you don't owe him anything. You did the right thing, he was horrible to you, please understand that.” He looked at Tyler in the eyes, pleading. “You are not disgusting. You’re brave, and you’re beautiful, and he never deserved you.”

Tyler shook his head. “No, y-you’re lying, I’m a slut, I’m using you, I-I’m a dirty cheater, I need to go back...”

“Tyler. Look at me.” Tyler shuddered and looked at him with bloodshot eyes. Alex sighed. “I don’t want to force you into anything. But I will say this. I’ve seen the way he treats you, and it isn’t okay. You are the bravest person I know for leaving him, and I know you can recover. I...I love you, Tyler. I have for a while and I hate seeing you upset. So...I wanna see you happy.”  Alex teared up as well, quickly wiping his eyes.

Tyler stared in shock, not knowing what to say. So he didn’t say anything. He leaned forward and kissed Alex, most likely soaking his face with his tears. Alex embraced him and kissed him back. This was a start, but they still had a long way to go.

~

“And you see me, somebody new, I'm not that chained-up little person still in love with you...”

~

“Uh...Eric, I dunno how safe I feel doing this...” Tyler tugged at the restraints that kept him tied to Eric’s headboard. Eric gave him a dangerous look.

“Tyler, you promised me. You’re really gonna do this to me on my birthday?” Eric raised an eyebrow, securing the knots.

“N-No, I-”

“You’re really gonna be that selfish? After all the things I’ve done for you? Remember all the stuff I gave you for your birthday? Does that mean nothing to you?” Eric feigned a hurt expression.

“Eric, no, I...” Tyler swallowed. “I’m okay. We can do this, I’m sorry for upsetting you.” Tyler smiled at him, but it was forced. He really, really didn’t want to do this, but he was afraid that it would be even worse if he kept complaining. He felt trapped, he felt chained up and restrained: in a literal and figurative sense. 

Eric smiled down at him, giving Tyler that approving, loving gaze he so yearned for. “Thank you, Ty. I love you.”

“I love you too.” The response was automatic. It was the only thing keeping him going.

~

“And so you felt like dropping in and just expect me to be free...”

Tyler smiled and looked to Alex in the crowd.

“Well, now I'm saving all my lovin' for someone who's loving me!”

Alex laughed, blushing and clapping along with the song as Tyler went through the chorus once again. 

“Go on now, go! Walk out the door! Just turn around now, 'cause you're not welcome anymore...Weren't you the one who tried to hurt me with goodbye? You think I'd crumble? You think I'd lay down and die? Oh no, not I, I will survive! Oh, as long as I know how to love, I know I'll stay alive...I've got all my life to live, and I've got all my love to give, and I'll survive... I will survive...I will survive!”

The crowd cheered loudly. Alex stood up, tears in his eyes. He was filled with pride watching Tyler, his boyfriend (that still felt good to say), performing on stage like this. 

Tyler’s fingers danced across the piano as he ended the song, the crowd erupting in applause when the song was over. Tyler rushed offstage and into the crowd to embrace Alex. 

He was brave. He was beautiful. And Eric never, never deserved him. 

He will survive.

[crazygalore]

MICHAEL CORLEONE ( THE GODFATHER TRILOGY ) NSFW ALPHABET

Disclaimer: My portrayal of Michael Corleone is almost exclusively movie-based. I have read the book and respect it for what it represents, but I have a preference for movie Michael, since I first watched the film, and only read the book years later. That being said, I will selectively borrow elements from the novel here and there, if and when I see fit.

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

After having lost all hope of ever finding love again after having suffered through countless tragedies and betrayals, it is safe to assume that Michael treats you right in all aspects of your life together. So, after sex, he will draw you a hot bath and gently help you wash up and dry off afterwards. Then, he will tenderly tuck you into bed, bring you any snacks and beverages you may be craving, and afterwards he will lay down next to you and hold you against him until you fall asleep with your head on his chest.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He’s survived all of these years by keeping his eyes open and his mind clear, so he is quite fond of his keen and sharp gaze. He’s a bit of a sapiosexual, so while he thinks you are the sexiest and most attractive person in this world, it was your mind and your spirit that made him fall in love with you in the beginning. So, to this very day, having a stimulating conversation with you amps up his libido like nothing else.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He’s a traditionalist at heart, so he prefers finishing deep inside of you, although he will mark you with his seed if that was something you enjoyed. You would have to ask him to do it, though.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He loves seeing you wear his clothes - especially his shirts - because he thinks of it as a reinforcement of his claim on you. Although he is not one of those overly jealous or extremely possessive partners, the sight of you enveloped in his garments always manages to reassure him that you are his and his alone, to love and cherish until the day he dies. 

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Surprisingly, Michael has only slept with three women in the past - namely a former girlfriend and his two former wives. But although his experience is relatively limited, he’s been doing it long enough to know exactly how to drive his partner insane with desire and pleasure.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Usually it’s either missionary or doggy style, depending on the mood. On one hand, he likes being able to hold you in his arms and look into your eyes as he pounds into you - but on the other hand, the sight of your pretty ass and his girth disappearing inside of you drives him absolutely bonkers. Once in a while, however, when he is particularly exhausted, Michael will just sit back and relax as you ride him to completion. 

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Normally, he is very passionate and serious in bed, because making love to you is one of the few times when he can show you his more vulnerable and romantic side. That being said, realistically speaking sex is a very accident-prone activity in general, and some mishaps are funnier than others - and he is comfortable enough around you to crack an apologetic smile when that happens. 

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

With a military background and his current position as a don, Michael is a very clean and tidy person, and he keeps himself well groomed and trimmed down there. It is not his habit to shave completely, however, unless you expressed your preference for it.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Michael is a man hardened by the lifestyle he had no choice but embrace. He has learned to guard his heart, smother his conscience and use his reason to make educated and oftentimes ruthless decisions for the sake of his family’s safety and prosperity. But you are his sanctuary, and in your arms he feels loved, chrished and nurtured - and he feels the need to reciprocate your gestures of affection and show you his vulnerable and romantic side. So sex with Michael is always an intimate, passionate and intense experience.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He doesn’t do it that often - if at all. When it happens, it’s always in the shower, and he sees it as nothing more but instant gratification for his body’s biological functions - nothing more. It only ever happens if you two happen to be away from each other, for example during his solo business trips.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

A food kink, because nothing gets him going quite like licking whipped cream and frosting off your gorgeous body. Light bondage and domination - but nothing too extreme, as his intention is simply to bring you pleasure and not to demean you. Edging, orgasm denial and mild spanking, but nothing more hardcore than that. As previously stated, he loves seeing you wearing his shirts, and he has fucked you countless times while you were still garbed in them. Also a mild and barely there breeding kink.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

He’s a very private individual, so only in the comfort and safety of your home, usually in your bedroom or your shared bathroom. If he is 100% sure nobody will accidentally walk in on you too, he will definitely fuck you on the kitchen counter, and put that food kink of his to good use.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

As a sapiosexual ( a person who finds intelligence to be a sexually attractive quality in others ), having a long and stimulating debate with you is an instant turn-on. Other than that, you are gorgeous and you are all his, and your very presence fills him with desire. So, as long as the two of you are alone, without the risk of being interrupted, he’s game. But if you’re ever not feeling like it, he won’t pressure you into having sex with him, nor will he act grumpy because of it. You are his beloved, and he respect and adores you at all times.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He will never harm or demean you in any way. So anything too extreme and damaging is out of the question, no matter how much you might beg him to change his mind.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

The sight of you, kneeling before him, with your pretty lips wrapped around his girth is heaven for Michael. There are things that you can do with your wicked tongue that drive him completely crazy with need, and he oftentimes finds himself thrusting against your talented mouth. That being said, he reciprocates the gesture every single time, and he is very skilled at it. With a flick of his tongue in the right spot, and a well placed suckle, he can bring you to completion in no time - and he usually isn’t satisfied unless he’s given you several earth-shattering orgasms using only his mouth and deft fingers.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Depending on the mood, Michael can be slow and sensual, or fast and rough - but it is always a passionate exchange fuelled by your love and perpetual desire for one another. Sex with Michael is much more than a mere carnal act, but rather a complete fusion of your bodies and souls into one.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He’s a busy man with a tight schedule, so once in a while you two simply have to make do with a quick hard fuck.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He’s game for experimenting within reason. As long as none of you ends up being hurt or humiliated, he’s willing to give it a try.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Depending on how tired or well-rested he is, it spans from quickies to extended lovemaking sessions that last all night long. He rarely cums before you do, and usually that happens if you teased him too much beforehand. Even then, he will either recover and fuck you until reach orgasm as well, or he will use his mouth and fingers on you until you are satisfied. 

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He’s not opposed to toys, but he’s an old school kinda guy, so you would pretty much have to talk him into incorporating them into your guys’ sex life. Be warned, though, he will most probably use them to edge you until you are practically crying for release.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

It depends on his mood, really. Sometimes he likes to give you exactly what you want, when you want it - and sometimes he can be a complete and utter tease, to the point he drives it drives you completely nuts.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s relatively quiet, with a couple of low grunts and moans sprinkled in-between laboured breaths. However, he usually cums with a long groan he usually muffles against your neck or shoulder.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice) X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Well, you know what they say: Tiny man, huge “ego “. And Michael is the perect embodiment of this phrase. The boy is hung and he knows how to it to bring you maximum satisfaction, 100% guaranteed, no returns. 

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive is not actually that high, but he very rarely refuses you if you initiate it. Once you get him going, however, he is relentless.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Usually he stays up a little longer to admire your slumbering form, as it has a calming effect on him. He will eventually fall asleep with you in his arms, once that brilliant and busy mind of his runs out of fuel.

[my-creative-hell]

Reality (Game au)

“Grave! So happy you could join us, it wouldn’t be the same without you!” Scarlet’s sprite smiles joyfully as the sound of her high pitch beeps fill the room, substituting for a voice.

“Really? T-Thanks!” Blushing slightly, Grave’s voice falls quiet as her response is typed into the game for her.

“Of course! Everything’s more interesting when you’re around.” Scarlet responds quickly, her words programmed as she smiles again.

“I-I’m glad you think so!” Grave looks away from the screen as she glows happily, her heart thrumming inside her chest.

“I know so! You’ve protected us so much, how can we ever repay you?” Scarlet enquires, Grave watching as her answer fills the screen.

“I d-dunno! You don’t really have to if you don’t wanna…” Grave explains, shrugging as she smiles happily, enjoying the conversation.

“But you’ve helped my people so much, and princess Rose’s people as well. There isn’t anything you would like in return?” Scarlet pushes gently, making Grave look down nervously as she thinks over her answer.

“Wanna… hold hands… c-cause… yeah.” Grave stammers out, feeling too nervous to form a proper sentence as the game responds automatically.

“That’s the least I can do for you, so of course!” Scarlet grins brightly as her automated response comes through

“Really?” Grave questions, containing herself from glowing brightly a she looks at the screen in surprise.

“Absolutely! You’ve helped us all so much.” Scarlet explains, her sprite nodding in confirmation as she speaks.

“Thank you!” Grave exclaims, giggling as she squeaks happily, glowing brightly in joy as Scarlet smiles.

“You are very welcome!” She continues, the screen around her distorting slightly as the game continues, looking glitched and wrong. Feeling confused, Grave reaches out a hand, gently touching the glitched part of the screen, making Scarlet’s sprite jump in response.

“Are you alright?” Scarlet questions, an unusual response that makes Grave more confused as she pulls her hand away, examining it quickly.

“Yeah, I’m fine… you okay?” She returns the question, watching Scarlet’s sprite frown in response, an expression Grave hasn’t seen before in the game.

“Of course I am, why would I not be?” Scarlet questions, her automated response seeming off, unlike any of the programmed responses Grave had ever heard.

Feeling concern bubble inside of her, Grave frowns as her glow turns sour, feeling worried as Scarlet’s sprite seems to look around as the glitches on the screen glow before the screen flashes white.

Frowning more, Grave glows brightly as the computer begins to make strange noises, the screen flashing as Grave curls herself into a ball, feeling upset and worried.

The computer whirs as a strange sensation comes over Grave, feeling as if she’s being pulled out of her reality as she shakes, her mind buzzing painfully.

The whirring stops as Grave comes to a halt, calm splashing noises coming from behind her as she opens her eyes slightly, able to see sand surrounding her as she looks around, feeling confused.

As she looks around, Grave notices a siren sitting on a rock nearby her, her tail splashing through the water calmly as Grave’s shaking lessens.

“H-Hi…” Grave starts quietly, feeling calmer as the siren turns to look at her, smiling gently.

“Hey, Grave right?” She questions, her familiar appearance clicking in Grave’s brain as she nods in response.

“Yeah! S-Siryn?” She returns the question, smiling as she begins to feel much better about her situation as Siryn nods.

“That’s the name. Didn’t expect you to get brought into all this.” She confides calmly, watching Grave with a keen expression.

“I-Its fine tho… kinda better than home.” Grave explains, giggling softly as she glows in response.

“Well you’re in here now, in what’s supposed to be a game, strange huh?” Siryn laments, smiling as she turns to face Grave properly.

“Yeah… not the weirdest thing I’ve seen though.” Grave explains, playing with her fingers as she shrugs, a soft giggle escaping her.

“Any idea why you’re in here with us?” Siryn questions, laughing quietly at Grave’s response as she watches her.

“Um… g-glitches… yeah.” Grave explains, thinking her words through as she glows in confusion, making Siryn hum quietly.

“That might be it, wonder if that’s got anything to do with that stupid plot…” She ponders absentmindedly.

“It might! Who knows?” Grave questions, laying down on her back as she levitates from the ground slightly.

“You’re a lot calmer about someone cursing the princesses than I thought you’d be.” Siryn comments, frowning gently as she watches Grave.

“I’m sorry?” Grave questions, watching Siryn with concern as she frowns more, sliding off of her rock to rest in the shallow end of the water, still watching Grave.

“Its all any NPC wants to talk about. Not long after the game bugged someone broke into the castle and managed to corner both Scarlet and Rose. Definitely an evil presence, and I heard they were using magic to curse them.” Siryn explains carefully, watching as Grave lights up in panic, hiding her hands in an effort to prevent herself from biting them.

“Wow, you really didn’t know. Well if its any consolation, it shouldn’t be a fatal curse, so they should be alright. You wanna go to them?” Siryn questions, swimming closer to Grave.

Nodding, Grave shakes as Siryn shifts into her human form, offering her a gentle hand, pulling Grave up as she accepts it.

Siryn pats her gently as she walks, leading her to the castle as Grave squeezes her hand, feeling slightly better as Siryn returns the touch, the castle looming in the distance as they walk.

Grave manages to smile as they get closer, glowing in concern, though she calms down as Siryn gets to the castle, patting Grave’s shoulder as they stand outside it.

Hesitating for a moment, Grave clips herself through the doors as Siryn follows behind her, the castle around them seemingly empty.

“Upstairs maybe?” Siryn offers, Grave feeling fear twist inside of her stomach for Scarlet and Rose.

“Y-Yeah…” She agrees nevertheless, Siryn following as she walks up the stairs, leading her to Scarlet’s room silently.

Shaking, Grave opens the door to Scarlet’s room, able to see both her and Rose being pushed against the wall by something she’d never seen before, its body glitched, like it didn’t belong in the game.

Grave’s brain twinges in pain as it screams in panic, making her glow brightly in worry as Scarlet notices her, wincing as the glitched figure pushes her further into the wall.

Grave tries to use her abilities as her brain struggles to focus, the creature turning to look at her as it holds Scarlet and Rose up.

“S t r a n g e  c r e a t u r e.” It comments, its voice distorted and off as Grave panics more, biting into her fingers harshly, drawing blood as it smiles at her, letting go of Rose and Scarlet slightly to look at her.

Grave’s fingers spit blood as she clamps her teeth down against each other, the glitches creature beginning to approach her.

A wall of distortion comes from Grave as the buzzing noise coming from her starts to hurt her ears, the creature flinching at the pin as it hisses at her, backing away.

Another wall of distorted pain comes from Grave as she starts to feel physical and mental pain, the glitched creature vanishing as Siryn rushes forward.

Grave’s breath comes in hard, shallow gasps as her body feels as though its burning, Siryn quickly moving to catch Rose and Scarlet as they collapse, carefully moving them to the bed.

Curling herself into a tight ball, Grave panics as her body burns up, making her sweat as Siryn kneels in front of her.

“Its okay, everything’s okay now.” Siryn’s calming voice cuts through Grave’s thoughts as she gently holds her in her arms, making Grave squeak in surprise and slight fear, her glow dimming slightly.

“It’s done, it’s all over. You’re safe.” Siryn continues, shushing Grave softly as she rubs gentle circles into her back, Grave’s buzzing quieting slightly as she calms, glowing less.

“They’re gone, and its over.” Siryn reassures, gently pressing their foreheads together as Grave beeps softly, hiding in Siryn as she calms more, feeling better.

Humming softly, Siryn wraps Grave in a gentle hug, her glow close to gon as she stops shaking, a soft beep coming from her as Siryn leans out of the hug, flashing her a gentle smile.

Grave squeaks quietly, a small smile coming to her face as she calms down, though Siryn frowns at her still bleeding fingers, ripping some fabric off of her shirt to bandage her fingers tightly.

“T-Thanks…” Grave glows happily as she keeps her voice quiet, Siryn nodding kindly.

“Of course, can’t have you in trouble as well.” She explains, her voice calm and gentle as she speaks.

Grave smiles as she sits, feeling comfortable as she pokes Siryn’s nose, earning a smile of her won as Siryn stands, offering her a hand up.

“Warm…” Grave mumbles quietly, accepting Siryn’s hand to stand up, feeling steady on her feet now.

“I figured out what the curse is.” Siryn explains as she pulls Grave up, gently patting her shoulder.

“What is it?” Grave questions, looking at Siryn intensely, feeling happiness, excitement and concern swirling inside of her.

“It looks like that… think glitched their coding, meaning that they cant survive in this world any longer, but they might be able to outside of it.” Siryn explains, a frown wrinkling her features.

“Oh…” Grave frowns, glowing softly as she fiddles with her hands, thinking as Siryn looks over to Scarlet and Rose, unconscious on the bed.

“They should be fine in another reality, but I don’t know where they would go.” Siryn explains, thinking through their options.

“U-Um… they could go to my house maybe?” Grave offers, tapping her feet against the floor as she speaks.

“You’d be willing to take care of them?” Siryn questions, watching Grave keenly, her expression sharp.

“Of course I would!!!” Grave confirms, smiling as she buzzes quietly, making Siryn nod, believing her.

“Okay, it should be fairly easy to reopen your world, so I can do that while you get them.” Siryn explains, sounding calm.

Wiggling happily, Grave carefully picks up the two princesses, carrying them gently as Siryn’s skin glows softly, the room around Grave shifting to her normal bedroom as she watches.

“That’s cool!” Grave exclaims, glowing as she looks around her room, Siryn smiling happily.

“Thanks. They should wake up as their bodies turn fully human, just make sure they get time to adjust.” Siryn advises.

“Babeys.” Grave comments quietly as she lies Scarlet and Rose down on her large bed, smiling gently as Siryn grins, glitching out of her room silently.

A small frown appears on Grave’s face, though it vanishes quickly as she sits down on the floor, glowing softly as she watches the two princesses. As she does, Scarlet coughs as her body shifts, unused to the action of breathing.

Glowing brighter, Grave watches with concern as Scarlet curls in on herself, whining quietly. Thinking for a moment, Grave climbs on the bed to gently hold Scarlet.

Scarlet relaxes slightly almost instantly, hiding in Grave slightly for warmth and comfort as she adjusts. Her face flushing slightly, Grave buzzes softly as Scarlet stirs slightly, humming quietly.

Poking Scarlet’s nose gently, Grave smiles as she scrunches her face in response, her eyes fluttering open in confusion as Grave hides in her, squeaking softly.

Jumping, Scarlet sits up slightly, panic evident on her face as she struggles to process what’s happening, Grave instantly letting her go and shuffling away to give her some space, feeling worried for her.

Shaking in panic and confusion, Scarlet coughs as her lungs start to adjust, Grave tapping her gently in an effort to get her attention and help calm her down.

Coughing dying down a small bit, Scarlet holds onto Grave’s hand as she calms slightly, Grave carefully petting her hair as Scarlet stops coughing, leaning into the soothing touch.

Grave smiles as she see’s Scarlet adjust, buzzing softly as Rose shifts on the bed, feeling excited as she watches her open her eyes, looking groggy and confused, but not panicked.

Beeping quietly, Grave hides in Scarlet as Rose sits up, rubbing her eyes as she looks around, making Grave giggle as Scarlet leans into her, glowing lightly.

“Where…?” Rose begins, no longer talking in sound, a kind sounding voice tumbling out of her mouth as she pushes herself to sit up properly.

“M-My house…” Grave explains, squeaking at the sound of Rose’s voice as she watches her, a gentle smile on her face.

“Grave? How? …What?” Rose questions, feeling confused on the situation as she watches Grave, quickly adjusting.

“Bad guy did a thing, so now you gotta be here so you’ll be safe.” Grave explains quietly, heart thumping in her chest.

“We’re… real?” Rose presses, feeling surprised as she looks at herself and Scarlet, taking it in.

“Y-Yeah!” Grave explains, smiling brightly as Rose seems happy, shifting on the bed carefully.

“Wow, dresses kind of suck now I can feel it.” Rose jokes, listening to the coarse fabric of her dress scratch against the bed.

“Oh! I-I can give you a hoodie if you’d like? They’re very comfy.” Grave offers, glowing softly as Rose nods, Scarlet feeling cold as she hides in her.

Taking off her hoodie, Grave hands it to Rose gently, watching her put it on as she glows brighter, warming up for Scarlet, who hides in her more for the heat.

“Babeys…” Grave squeaks softly as she wiggles, Rose cracking a smile as she moves over to them carefully.

“Why are you helping us? We’re only game characters.” Rose questions, watching Grave curiously.

“Because!” Grave explains, gently poking Rose’s nose as she blushes silently, Scarlet hugging Grave gently.

“Do you wanna cuddle?” Grave offers, thinking as she looks at Rose, watching her face go red as she nods silently.

Gently, Grave pulls Rose in for a hug as Rose blushes red, Scarlet curling up comfortably.

Looking away as she blushes, Grave wiggles gently, feeling Scarlet burrow into her, letting out a quiet yawn.

Squeaking, Grave glows as Scarlet gets sleepier, all three of them being pulled down by Rose to lay gently in the bed. Grave blushes as she closes her eyes, her glow going down as her heart thumps wildly.

“…Do you like us?” The quiet voice of Scarlet rings out as Rose giggles softly, sounding sleepy and muffled.

“O-Of course I do… how could I not?” Grave questions, hiding her flushed face as she speaks, her voice quiet.

“We weren’t real until now.” Scarlet answers, her voice sad as she shrugs gently, watching Grave.

“I-I liked you before you were real.” Grave explains, giggling quietly as she presses her forehead to Scarlet’s gently.

“We both like you too…” Scarlet sniffles quietly as she accepts the comforting touch, feeling better.

“You do?” Grave questions, looking at Scarlet as both her and Rose nod in reply, blushing.

“B-…” Grave frowns softly. “But why?” She questions, trying to come with her own answer as Rose pets Scarlet’s hair reassuringly.

“A lot of players would be mean… though we could only respond in programmed ways, we could see what you typed. You were always so nice, you treated us like we were human.” Scarlet explains quietly, hiding her flushed face from view.

“Aaaaa!” Grave screams quietly, hiding her face as she blushes, making Rose smile as she hugs them both gently. “I’ve been a t t a c k e d.” Grave squeaks, hiding herself more as Rose giggles, Scarlet feeling warm as she holds her.

“Can I, um…” Grave gets quiet as she speaks, looking at Rose nervously. “Can I kiss you?” She questions, Scarlet shifting as Rose blushes furiously, nodding in confirmation nevertheless.

Gently, Grave presses a kiss to Rose’s lips, feeling happy as she gets kissed back, Scarlet shifting to hug Grave more for comfort.

Squeaking, Grave hides in Rose as Scarlet whines at her indignantly, wanting some attention of her own.

Giggling, Grave holds Scarlet in her arms gently, giving her a soft kiss on her forehead as she cuddles her, making Scarlet laugh as she curls into Grave for comfort.

Glowing softly, Grave closes her eyes as Scarlet falls asleep besides her, feeling sleepy herself as she snuggles closer. Rose closes her eyes silently, falling asleep herself as Grave gets sleepier, gently stroking her hair as she hugs them, feeling sleepier each second, joining them slowly.

 Sunlight shines through the curtains as Grave stirs in the morning, keeping her eyes closed as she relishes in the calm aura in the room, too comfortable to think about moving.

Scarlet’s head rests against her chest gently, using Grave as a pillow as she curls around her, Rose hugging the both of them gently in her sleep, making Grave smile as she opens her eyes to look, not wanting to wake either of them up.

Scrunching her nose, Scarlet hides her face in Grave, making her squeak quietly as she glows, finding it very cute as Rose shifts, hugging her more. Squeaking again, Grave hides to keep herself quiet as her heart pounds loudly in her chest.

Shifting on her chest slightly, Scarlet lets out a small noise, making Grave frown slightly, though she doesn’t move just yet, not wanting to wake her up. Frowning softly, Scarlet clings onto Grave gently in her sleep.

Glowing dimly, Grave feels slightly worried as she shifts to hold Scarlet in her arms, listening to her hum softly as she stirs from sleep slightly at the touch.

Grave stops frowning slightly, though concern still swirls in her mind as Scarlet opens her eyes slightly, uncurling from her ball like posture.

Smiling at her gently, Grave pokes Scarlet’s nose gently, still feeling concern as Scarlet scrunches her nose, giving Grave a sleepy smile.

“Morning, beautiful.” Grave giggles quietly as she speaks, watching Scarlet’s face light up in a blush.

“…Morning.” She responds quietly, hiding her face from view as Grave glows softly.

“You good?” Grave questions, feeling worried for Scarlet still as she peeks from her hiding spot, nodding gently.

“Saw something, is that normal?” Scarlet questions, Grave feeling confusion and worry swirl inside of her.

“What did you see?” She asks softly, watching Scarlet with a soft expression as she waits for an answer.

“Um… I saw the thing that cursed us I think?” Scarlet explains, thinking through her answer as Grave frowns.

“Ah, you had a nightmare…” She explains, pressing her forehead against Scarlet’s gently. “Its normal, but not fun.” She continues.

“But at least I’m here, so I’m okay.” Scarlet smiles gently as she accepts the gentle touch.

“That’s true… I’m glad you’re okay.” Grave comments, glowing as she kisses Scarlet softly.

“I’m okay.” Scarlet confirms, squeaking at the affection quietly as she snuggles into Grave.

“Good!!!” Grave exclaims quietly, smiling as she holds Scarlet gently, wiggling as she giggles, Rose beginning to stir now.

Glowing softly, Grave looks at Rose, poking her nose gently as she opens her eyes, stretching in the bed.

“Good morning!” Grave exclaims quietly, smiling a Rose wiggles in the bed, returning the smile warmly.

“Morning.” She responds, voice calm as she gives Grave a gentle kiss, waking up slowly.

“Did you sleep okay?” Grave questions, blushing as she returns the kiss. Rose nods in response, gently petting both Grave’s and Scarlet’s hair.

Glowing softly, Grave closes her eyes at the soft touch, making Rose giggle as she litters both her and Scarlet with kisses.

Squeaking, Grave kisses Rose’s neck gently, watching her face go bright red as she hides from view in Grave.

“Cute!!!” Grave exclaims, laughing as she hugs Rose, making her squeal as she hides from view more. “Aw, I wanna see your cute face!” Grave protests, faking a frown as Rose whines.

“Pleaaaase?” Grave questions, attempting to sound sad as she glows softly, Rose sighing as she peeks at her. “Thank you!” Grave smiles, kissing her again as Rose blushes, hugging Grave.

“Babey!!!” Grave smiles, rubbing Rose’s head gently as she giggles, sticking her tongue out at Grave in response. “That just makes you look even m o r e babey!!!” Grave explains, Rose huffing as she pokes her nose gently.

Squeaking, Grave pokes Rose’s nose in return, making Rose giggle as she scrunches her nose at the sensation.

“Guess what?” Grave holds Rose’s face in her hands gently, smiling as Rose watches her curiously.

“What?” Rose questions, her voice perplexed as Scarlet watches them, intrigued and entertained by their antics.

“I love you!” Grave exclaims, kissing Rose gently in response, making Rose blush as she returns the kiss.

“We love you!” She counters, pulling Scarlet into the hug gently, making her giggle happily as the three of them start their lives in the real world together.

[babykpopsweets]

Barely Surviving

Requested: Good you do an angst/fluff imagine for Kim Junkyu from YGTB , where his S/O and him aren't on speaking terms and it's eating him alive?? It's okay if you can't/ don't want to ❤.

A/N: I love Junkyu and I’ll try my best with this. This unedited because I’m trying to be as fast as possible with these requests. The next story is San from Ateez f l u f f, which I am done mostly just need to finish the ending. Then finally, the exo pt. 2 reaction and maybe nct bet reaction. OkAy let’s get into it wOo!

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It had been two days since you and Junkyu last spoke. That’s how you expected it to be, if you were being honest. The last time you conversed with each other, Junkyu visibly expressed his jealously when you hung out with one of the other YG male trainees. At first, you thought he was playing and started laughing slightly. Your reaction made Junkyu even more angry because he knew you weren’t taking him seriously. 

At some point, it came to your realization that he wasn’t. He was actually mad at you. Junkyu getting extremely jealous was nothing new, to say the least. You’d just let him express his anger and release it this time. Hearing all his words about how the relationship wouldn’t last because of these situations tore you apart. An idea emerged in your mind, not one you wanted to act upon but rather one that needed to happen. You broke up with him. Simply stated, you told him that clearly you both needed some time to yourselves. Some time to rethink what you wanted. Some time to figure out who you both really were. Some time to just take a breath and relax. 

The sound of it terrified you as this could be the last time you two talk to each other. Of course, in the heat of the moment, Junkyu quickly agreed. Originally, it hurt how fast he answered you and how sure he was about it. But, you realized everything that was happening at that moment was for one reason or another. You hated the fact this could be the end of you two because you loved him and it would be a struggle to forget him. 

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After practice, Junkyu’s members began noticing his change in demeanor. Usually, Junkyu would crack jokes and talk energetically to them after practice. Today was different, completely different. Junkyu sat on the cold floor of the practice room as the members laughed with each other. He just stared blankly at the ceiling, clearing in deep thought about something they don’t know of.

“Junkyu, you okay?” Yedam asked as he sat next to him on the ground. 

“yeah, I guess so. I just think I messed up.” Junkyu let out a heavy sigh as his thoughts trailed off once again. 

“Well, what did you do? I’m sure you can fix it.” Hyunsuk claimed as he took another sip of his water.

“Y/N and I broke up...” Junkyu’s voice was so low it was almost inaudible. 

Everyone in the room gasped. You and Junkyu had been dating for as long as they can remember. Of course, that’s an exaggeration but they always though you two were going to love each other forever. The sudden break up shocked them to say the least. 

“Seriously?! What happened?” Hyunsuk joined Yedam on the ground next tp Junkyu. 

“It’s my fault. I made it seem like I didn’t trust Y/N when I got jealous. We got into a fight because of it. Then she suggested we “take a break” to get some fresh air and I agreed. I A G R E E D! Even though I didn’t want to and we haven’t spoke for two days.” 

“Ah, so that’s why you haven’t been eating well these past two days?” Hyunsuk questions and the other members added on.

“And why you locked yourself in the room?”

“And why you cried out of nowhere yesterday?”

“And ignored us when we asked about Y/N”

“And refused to watch anything even slightly romantic?”

“Okay! I get. Yes, this is the reason why I’ve been acting “weird” lately. And it’s eating me up alive to say the least.” Junkyu sat up from his laying position and looked at the concerned looks around the room. 

“Then why are you with us right now?” Yedam questioned slightly laughing at the older boy.

“What do you mean?” 

“G O T O Y / N, D U M B D U M B.” Jeongwoo shouted.

It finally hit Junkyu then. He loves you too too much to have you leave him like that. He needs you in his life because you are the one for him; he must learn to be able to trust you if believes that to be true. Immediately, he said goodbye and ran out the practice room, leaving the boys smiling rooting for their favorite koala. 

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You looked through your phone. Reminiscing the old memories you and Junkyu shared. The good ones, the fun ones, the weird ones, and even the bad ones. It may not seem reasonable to some but to you, the bad ones brought you two closer together. That you must thank them for. The last bad one didn’t do that at all and you were well aware of that. 

Maybe it was for the best? You’d think to yourself and bad thoughts followed one after the other about your unfortunate situation. 

Suddenly, you heard a loud knock on the door. The sound of it terrified you, especially because it was 10pm and no sane person would come around at this time. You stared at the door in fear, arguing with your conscious on whether or not you should open it. 

“Y/N, it’s me. Junkyu. I know you’re probably still mad at me and I understand. Just please let me in.” 

Your heart began racing at the mere thought of that of him. Slowly, you walked to the door and opened it. The moment your eyes met his, you felt the rest of the world just go away. You were about to tell him something, but he pulled you into his arms before you could say a word. 

“Y/N, I love you so much. I don’t want a break. I don’t want to break up. I don’t want to leave you. I don’t want you to feel as if I don’t trust you. I don’t want-” 

“Okay Junkyu! I get it. I’m glad you finally came around. I’m sorry if I put you through any pain.”

“So, does this mean you’re mine again?”

“Junkyu there is no again...”

“oh...”

“There’s no again because I was always yours, even on a break. My heart always yearned for you.”

“HEY, you scared me. And that’s my job. Y’know to say cheesy things to express love. sToP cOpYiNg Me.”

“Alright alright. Junkyu, I love you so much you don’t understand.”

“I do understand because I love you more.”

[auraphantom]

The darkstache fic that somehow contains more Bing than darkstache

So i finished my first fan fic ever today! Here is the summary:

Ao3 link

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Whovianofmidgard: If there is ice cream, there is dark! conclusion: ice cream = Dark Auraphantom: I accept!

Aka the darkstache fic that somehow ended with Bing more in the focus than darkstache.

Ps: Sorry Bing

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Dark has called together an unexpected emergency meeting. Nothing about that sounded good. All the egos who gathered around the table waited with immense tension what the meaning of this meeting would be, the silence almost deafening, or maybe it was just the constant high pitch sound emanating from Dark's being. The only ones unfazed by the atmosphere were the Host, with his soft drone of narrations, and Wilford. Let's face it, good ol' bubblegum boy over here wouldn't pick up on a cold tense air even if it slapped him in the face... good for him though. Dark himself slowly looked about at the faces present, a mask of collected authority shown prominently on his expression only to occasionally crack away from his shell with an unmistakable simmering rage hiding behind of it all. After what felt like an excruciating few seconds he smoothed out his suit jacket in preparation to address the others and even before he said a word one of the Jims flinched at the motion, the poor soul already jumpy in anticipation of the worst. 

"Let's get straight to the point shall we? It has come to my attention that there has been some… tampering with our fundings." He said, his tone dangerously cool. "Would anyone care to explain?" The entity stood and placed his hands on the conference table, leaning on them, his figure somehow growing more imposing. "Now!" The others with a more sensitive heart cowered a bit at that last growl of order. However it didn't have the desired effect since everyone remained silent. With a scowl Dark pushed back up from the table to standing straight and willed himself to tone down his aggressive approach. Fear and intimidation as useful they can be is not always the way. He needs them on his side, to open up willingly. A calmer procedure is in order. "Google. What is the exact loss we've suffered?" He turned towards the android, starting to pace with slow, calculated steps. The red and blue colors of his aura slightly flickered at the word 'suffer'. "Calculating." Google pulled up a holographic screen in search. "The total of loss is 352 000$. ...Something doesn't add up..." "Oh poop, who even cares!" Wilford burst out, the message of him being clearly bored by all the official work jargon apparent in his attempt at balancing a pen on his finger. When it just fell on the table with a dull clang the pink ego just leaned in with his full body in the direction of Dark in an exaggerated show of giving his attention to him. "The number of the money is so boring. I betcha the answer of where that money ran off to is more exciting, don't ya think?" Dark spared a glance at Wilford which was less irritated than any look he would give to anyone else, and mulled over his old friend's words. "Agreed." With a deep sigh Dark sat back in his chair, pinching the bridge of his nose, mumbling. "What even happened with that much money..." Bing raised his hand, meekly, like a middle schooler. It took several moments for Dark and to the others to notice and a few more till everyone’s gaze was on him finally. A deep silence fell on the room as everybody waited for him to start speaking. It was rare from Bing to take part in a meeting due to his low popularity and Google being able to do everything that he ever could and more. But an emergency meeting is an emergency meeting and no ego was an exception from that. Still... Due to the rarity of an event like this, once in Bing's existence he had everyone's attention. Except for Google. But Google can multitask fairly well, there is four of him after all. "I might know what happened to the funds..." That got Google's attention too and now he was glaring at him. "What. Do. You. Know?"  Yikes. Dark's shell violently cracked, painting the room in hues of red and blue for split a second. Every ego in the room except Wilford seemed to flinch at that and scooted their chairs just a bit farther away from both Bing and Dark. Nobody likes to be near the splash zone. "Someone might have wanted to buy a cool motorbike-" Bing stated shyly. "- and someone might have made a few mis-clicks and..." "B i n g." "TheEgoIncMightBeTheProudOwnerOf-200 472-NewVespas" Finished Bing as fast as he could then promptly tried to slide down his chair and hide under the table, but he did not dare to disappear fully so his head poked out. A distant whistle could be heard, surprisingly from camera Jim and a really soft "Hot dam!" From mini Bing, who was put on a nearby shelf otherwise he wouldn't have seen anything. Dark's jaw slightly dropped. Any other time such a feat would have been considered impressive by all the egos, even by Wilford who was infamous of achieving it on several occasions, but this time it distressed all of them greatly. Google's face however turned from his scowl to confusion, he turned his head away for a second, mouth moving silently as he was running some calculations. "Wait... That still doesn't add up... " He looked back to the table with a serious face of concern. "That would have cost approximately 801 888 000.2$, way more than 352 000$!” While he was talking Dark's ringing slowly started to rise in volume, but Google continued. "That cost goes way beyond all of the Ego Inc's fundings, with a bill like that it would mean we are either bankrupt or in debt! And there is a monthly limit for how much each of us can spend at once, how did you even got around that?!" "Well-" Before Bing could even finish whatever he was trying to say, that would have probably made his situation worse anyway, an audible crack echoed through the whole meeting room, making everyone flinch. Meanwhile the ringing Dark emitted got  significantly louder, almost enough to hurt someone's ears. Everybody turned towards the head of the table, where it seemed Dark had stood up without them noticing. His shell was cracking violently every second and his aura more or less swallowed his end of the room. He seemed to shake slightly while clawing the table a bit and staring at nothing. "Dark, darling." Leaning a bit more in, Willford tried to speak up and draw Dark's attention towards him. It proved to be unsuccessful. With slightly wide eyes, he turned his attention towards Bing yet again and spoke. "   B i n g.   D i d   y o u   i n d e b t e d   u s?   " "B-bingo..." Whatever come over the android to make this joke has clearly done it now. A quiet "Ah, Bully!" could be heard from Wilford before the long table broke in half under Dark's power, that now has quickly eaten more and more of the room.

Panic overcame everyone as all hell broke loose. The Jims, in their frightened state, leapt over from their side over the broken table, knocking that piece over with them as they scurried towards the only exit, but they didn't get too far before they fell over one-another. Bim in his surprise only managed to kick his office chair away from Dark, then after a few meters he tumbled to the ground near the wall. Dr. Iplier grabbed The Host's arm and tried to drag him away but they fell over and tried to crawl away instead. Silver and Ed tried to run and hide behind the knocked over half of the broken table. Even Google was on his feet quick but only got to the corner of the room where he started analysing his chances of survival. "-And Wilford was nowhere to be seen." Narrated the Host quietly beside Dr. Iplier who was also looking for a way out now. Dark slowly, oh so slowly, started taking steps towards Bing's direction, his aura completely off the handle, ringing numbing out any other sound that could ever be heard, the colors bleeding to grey and static towards the center, near impossible now to see Dark's figure if it weren't for the spazzing red and blue outlines of his, the only two colors that could be seen now. 'This is it.' Thought Bing probably as the demon was making is way to him. 'This is how i die.' He would have felt like he was looking death right in the eyes, if only he wouldn't have notice some pale yellow and cotton candy pink moving in his periferia. That is sure as hell an attention grabber in an almost completely black and grey room. Somehow Wilford - obnoxious, loud, ostentatious, some would say; annoying, overexcitable, trigger happy, overly cheery, unpredictable menace, lunatic - Warfstache, somehow managed to sneak past Dark and get behind him, and he was holding a bucket of chocolate ice cream in one hand and a spoon in the other? 'What?...' And if it weren't already weird enough, it got weirder. He lunged at Dark. To describe the noise, that came out of Dark's mouth upon impact, as a scream would be really underselling the sound that cracked the windows, and almost made everybody's eardrum burst and bleed.

His form visibly bent in an attempt to hold up Wilford’s sudden weight on him, an audible, sickening crack followed that visibly made Dr. Iplier vince next to the Host. In blind anger and probably confusion Dark tried to throw off his assailant, flailing and failing in it.

Wilford held on heroically, with one arm threw over Dark’s front holding the bucket of ice cream and the other opening it and scooping a spoonful of the dark chocolate wonder. “Sorry Darkling!” he said as he with one leg, looped around Dark’s waist and with the others foot, stepped into Dark’s lower back, which seemed to cause pain for him, as he opened his mouth again to scream. He then stuffed the scooped ice cream into his mouth, shutting him up before he could scream again. The air was still for a moment. Nobody dared to move as they watched Wilford cling to Dark’s back and now slowly letting go of the spoon. They stayed like that for a few second then Dark’s shoulder visibly slacked. Dropping his arms, his aura went significantly calmer than before.

He tilted his head back forward, seamingly staring blankly into nothing, then without a word he turned on his heel and left the meeting room, spoon still hanging out of his mouth and Wilford hanging off of him like a backpack.

The others could only stare at the door for a while not knowing how to take in what they just saw when Bim spoke up in a shaken voice. “ Maybe you should bail while you can.”

Bing could only nod at that dumfoldedly before he took off running. ------------------- The obnoxious android only dared to come back to the Ego building after three days. He was hiding out at Chase Brody's place, fearing that if he had stayed, Dark would have come and murder him when he was least expecting it. He would have stayed there longer if he could, but after the day it was apparent he will need his charger, which he left back home in his hurry to escape, and that drove him back. After entering the building he tried to sneak back to his room. In his way he managed to avoid stumbling into any of the other egos. Soon he reached the living quarters and the door to his room. He felt like Fortuna had smiled upon him until he opened his door. What he saw was... Well nothing! His room was almost completely barren except for the thrash can, which started to move! Mini Bing's head popped out from the empty trash can and turned towards Bing and shouted "I CALL DIBS!" then fall back into it. Bing just stood in the doorstep, feeling his jaw slowly drop in confusion and disbelief when a hand suddenly clasped on his shoulder, startling him out of his stupor. "Bing!" Shouted a very excited Wilford Warfstache. "Oh bully! It's good to see you back!" He seemed genuinely happy to see him. "And here we thought you would never come back!" "Incorrect." Injected Google, who just turned the corner and walked towards them. "Bing left without his charger and unless he finally realised himself, and wanted to rid the world free of himself, he would have come back for it." "Oh yeah! About that, here!" Wilford dug into one of his pockets and pulled out Bing's charger, handing it to him. "I had to save it in the last moment before Dark threw it away." Bing looked down to his charger, still processing the information he was just bombarded with, he slowly reached for it, taking it from Wilford. "Attaboy!" The pink man said as he clasped his shoulder once more before walking away then poofing away to god know where from the corridor. That left only him and Google- "Hmp." Aaand with that Google left the corridor too, leaving only Bing alone to contemplate on his lifestyle choices and its costs. "At least he could have left my skateboard."

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~A spoon full of ice cream, will make the demon calm down! The demon calm down.~

[ask-svt-hearteu]

“to all admins (who are so beautiful it is sO UNFAIR) : it’s me!!! sofia ahaha and im sending this a lil early because i wont be home for christmas (:p) and i’d like to thank all of you because i can’t send over gifts due to the ocean. damned water. somewhere in december, i think on the 14th??? i will have known this blog for 5 months ! which isn’t that long but im looking forward to spending many more weeks and months on this wonderful blog. all the admins are so, so friendly, nice, amazing, interesting, beautiful, etc etc. thank you for talking to me ! thank you for being here for me during the tough times! thank you for your advice, thank you for your jokes, your rants, your posts, your everything. this blog has given me as much joy as seventeen does. really! i’m so happy i stumbled upon this blessing of a blog when i was still a baby carat and needed more knowledge. 

but please, you guys, get enough rest okay? i heard that someone (like joshua’s wife cough) doesnt get enough sleep and i swear im flying over. all of you are humans and you need rest. you all are in school and you need rest from school (which can be a pain lets be honest) and a break from writing. remember, we, as your readers and fans, care more about your health than how fast you answer our asks. we want you all to be happy and we wish we could give you back the happiness youve given us with this blog. i hope that in 2018, the blog will earn many,many more followers, the admins will make many more friends, and get more supporters (ok but i still dont understand why and how people send hate to the admins?? like fuck you man, these people work so hard arghhh don’t send them hate just because you’re pathetic and lonely and deprived of love and all the good things in life. Legit everytime I see a post about a hater i want to throw a pan at the shithole who hated on these amazing creatures. @jun @minghao @hoshi @scoups jom let’s go beat up the haters im bringing my frying pan and my sunat knife y’ALL BETTER WATCH OUT LATER KENA I SUNAT YOU) drink water, not alcohol : okay sO YOU’RE TELLING ME THAT A HUMAN IS ALLOWED TO BE A TALENTED WRITER, PRETTY ENOUGH TO BE A MODEL AND BE A SINGER ????? JESS IDC WHAT YOU SAY YOU ARE G O R G E O U S YOU’RE SO QR3UBFD-BGQIF and you’re so talented and friendly and n i c e. You’RE SO HARDWORKING AS WELL YOU’RE IN YOUR LAST YEAR OF HIGH SCHOOL AND STILL WRITE ON THIS BLOG AS OFTEN AS YOU CAN (it really touched me when i told you me and my best friend were fighting and you sent me tons of dino pics and tagged me in pictures of him. that really cheered me up , thank you :D) i think you’re the first admin i started to talking to hahahaha and even though im really annoying you still talked to me? like ?? i heard that you’re in your last year of high school and i wish you the best of luck !!! do only what you want to do. Don’t stress about choosing the right college/uni or the right course, just do what you want to. Please take your time with the blog, college tends to stress writers out and whenever you feel stressed rEST PLEASE. pls make many many new friends in college and have a better diet than ramen 24/7 which doesnt sound too bad but that’s a lot of sodium. i hope everything goes well for you but remember if anything goes wrong or u just wanna talk im here! love youuu bb. 10:10 : ok sERI. WE REALLY NEED TO FIND TIME TO TALK because whenever i text you you’re in class and whenever you text me im about to sleep (damn these timezones) sighh. it’s okay if i ever have kids, i’ll sell them and buy a plane ticket to meet you. okay when i first started talking to you i was really impressed because you’re really..tough? like i really people with thick skin and people who don’t give a shit about what other say and tbh i’m trying to be more like that. people like that are so cool !! and ur so pretty and cool sighh im so jealous (you have vv nice lips dONT TAKE THIS THE WRONG WAY I JUST THINK THEY’RE VV PRETTY oR dO I) also you’re really smart ! like you’ve gotten full marks for a test like woah hoshi is so lucky. i hope you remain thick skinned and brush the haters away, but it’s okay to feel bad once in a while, you’re only being human. but you can talk to me any time you feel down or u just wanna talk or rant or vent. i hope you don’t stress about school, please take a break if you have to (i dont want you to go away i want you to get the rest you deserve)anyways i love you ! my name is soonyoung, call me soon : APA KHABAR MY MALAYSIAN FREN ahaha im soooo happy i met you on tumblr. *ur the aesthetic queen* . i hope that we meet in person soon or one day because we live in the same country and won’t it be cool to see each other? we should have a photoshoot together. speaking of photoshoot im very happy to have a model sensei to teach me how to pose. also ur one hell of a sweetheart. you always share fandom things with me and i tend to fangirl in the middle of tesco or class because of you. hmm if seventeen ever come back to malaysia we should meet at their concert, given both of us are going. i’d really love to know more about you lmao you’re so interesting and you’re really patient with me!!! which is reallly nice. okay bb let’s find a date when both of us are free and leggo have some fun. i hope you don’t ever have to feel sad. well actually i think sadness is vital to humans so maybe anger. i hope you’ll continue to be very peaceful and freak out w carats and kpop fans across the glose and i hope that one day you’ll see naega hosh up close and p e r so nal. ilysm bb xxx my i geddit because wo ai ni so ur my love heh : hello my wife /name twin ish / dancer girl / jun’s / blessing to thie world. oh my god we need to talk moreeeee. ur so funny and we’re so alike (like we both swear like pigs) but we’re different because you’re so good at dancing! heck, whenever i dance i blind people from a 5 kilometre radius. all the other admins say you could dance my i with jun and i am sHOOK BECAUSE ho l ee s h i et also do you know what i would give to see you dance with jun? i’d give up all my memes. yeah, that’s right. my knowledge of all memes and vines and fre sh a vacado. apart from your dancing skills, you’re very, very pretty. i can’t believe you think you’re ugly , sweet jisoos, you’re have… the beauty of all the sunsets in the world. you’re actually really nice (stop protesting) because you’ve listened to me rant about all the damn drama in my life and you gave me advice. and you’ve never lost your patience with me. jeez i love youuuu !!! you’ve laughed with me and sent me dino pics to make my heart explode and you were there when i did something really stupid on kakaotalk. sighhh good times amirite? well we can still talk on tumblr. i hope you continue being yourself, the amazing person you are. xx love you to bits. seventeenteenteen : i survived. you havent killed me yet. i have stuck to dino faithfully. well actually, my first bias for like, a week, was memesol but then dinosaur found his way into my heart. i know y’all are busy and it may be hard but please rest. please don’t read mean comments, please love yourselves, please eat well. please do anything that would make you happy. each and every one of you are so, so important to me and i hope all of you are healthy. the8 please rest, i hope you get better soon. scoups, i hope that fever is gone. dino, i hope you find someone that makes you really really happy and i hope you wake up with a smile on your face each day and i hope people will stop prying into your personal life because you deserve to find someone you love and you deserve to be able to love that person without hate. i hope all of you don;t feel pressured to keep away from relationships because of selfish “fans” and i hope all of you will be happy. @josh @hoshi @jun you guys, please take care of your aegis. @josh wish ur gf luck for college, @hoshi stop killing these girls w ur visuals and @jun im waiting for u and sophia’s dance duet. i love all of you with all my heart <3333 thank you for a wonderful 5 months, i hope many more will come. love, sofia xx add on : i wrote this note before jonghyun killed himself and i’d just like to say this to everyone. the admins and the readers ; please ask for help. you are not alone. people are here for you. mental illness is not and will never be a light topic. suicide is never the answer. i know it’s hard but you need to stay, because we need you. i need you. it doesnt matter if we are close friends or complete strangers : you are so important. you are strong and brave and kind and smart and beautiful and you can get through this. you have people willing to listen. if somehow the whole world refuses to listen, im here. there are people around you who care deeply about you and please, stay. if any of you feel sad about the recent tragedy, take a break from tumblr, okay? i love all of you and please, stay safe. — sofiafabulousphan”

Admin Jess: Sofia, bb T^T I honestly can’t express how much your words mean to me. I love you so so much thank you for everything. I honestly won’t deny, it’s hard. I think it will always be difficult to a certain degree to run this blog. Not that I don’t love every second of it believe me, I just (LMAO LEAVE IT TO ME TO START TEARING UP IN THE MIDDLE OF TYPING THIS) I’ve never wanted to do something I wanted to just because I can.  I don’t run this blog expecting anything in return. I do it because I genuinely love, love the happiness it brings other people, because I love seventeen and I love doing it all. If I didn’t love it with all my heart I don’t think I would have held up this long. You’re right, it’s my last year of high school. My hardest year because I decided to take a multitude of difficult classes. I have cried tears over so many classes (I’m crying writing this response omfg PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER JESS), I have had plenty of mental breakdowns, a lot of crying whenever someone simply asks me if I’m ok or suggests I get more sleep. I have been an emotional wreck all year. It is my fault though, I did decide to take challenging courses this school year, but one can only run on four hours of sleep everyday for so long and not be emotional I guess. AND I WAS TERRIFIED. I was so scared that in the course of this year, through all the difficult hours of studying and finishing homework at 2/3am in the morning before having to wake up at 6am and walk to school by 7am, that I wouldn’t have the time or effort to do just the one thing I wanted to do the most in the world. I only had one real hobby I loved doing and it was running this blog (again hella emotional and dramatic sorry it’s like one am here when I’m writing this). So I forgo sleep to get everything done. It’s not healthy but in my mind, if I gave up on this blog for one day, that one day might turn into two days, which would turn into a month, and then I’d never be able to do anything ever again just because I kept pushing it off, treating it as if it didn’t mean the world to me when it so very dearly does. OK I’M RAMBLING ABOUT MYSELF NO ONE CARES JESS AHEM,,, My point is, I sacrificed sleep for school and this blog not because I was forced to, but because if I slept, this feeling of guilt when I woke up in the morning, a feeling of “ahh I could have done more, I could have been better” would permeate my mind for who knows how long. I didn’t want to disappoint anyone. I hate disappointing people. So to hear you say this blog and all the stuff we do on it makes you happy? It makes me think maybe I’m not such a big disappointment after all, and maybe if I keep working hard, I can continue making more people happier, and that’s all I really want. True, with college approaching, I can’t make any guarantees. I anticipate not being able to do anything at all, and that idea is scary too and makes me want to work even harder now while I still can. I will definitely try to get more rest though??? I mean no one likes a sleep-deprived me at 3am lmao, I may seem nice but at 3am I’m bawling my eyes out over homework and cursing at my posters and pictures of Seventeen and school and textbooks in like three different languages (it’s not pretty lol). So yes rest? Idk what that is... but I’ll try??? fjnvksjn? I think I recall when you first sent in an ask, I’m not too sure but honestly the blog is about as old as you’ve been here so thank you for being one of our first supporters (did you have a book with a flower icon hmm trying to recall)! The hate I think will always be a thing I’m sure, I just don’t know how to deal with it T-T I am very naturally a sensitive human bean, what can I say... LMAO I’M NOT GORGEOUS THOUGH it’s called filters, lighting, angles, and makeup. The only reason I look anywhere near decent is because I use a combination of those things to hide all my flaws LMAO. As for singing, I’m not super? I can sing a pitch correctly I suppose? I can sing a chromatic scale? Idk if that qualifies as good singing (I can definitely sing svt songs in broken Korean shamelessly no matter where I go though). I’m really not that good, but I’m not awful like a dying seal or smth. I don’t even think I’m a talented writer, I just try my best I guess. I do sincerely try my hardest. YOU’RE NOT ANNOYING AT ALL I 117% would listen to you rant or scream about anything and I’m just super grateful you don’t think I’m annoying lsnfdnvd. OF COURSE I THINK YOU AND CHAN ARE THE CUTEST (or you and Jongdae pick your poison;) and of course I sent all those Channie pics omfg, I’m always here if you need it^~^ Thank you for all your kind words love (AND IMMA PRETEND YOU DIDN’T CALL ME JOSHUA’S WIFE BC MY HEART CAN’T TAKE IT KDFJNVKSBBDIBI I’LL CALL YOU CHAN’S WIFE ISTG I WILL) make sure to take care of yourself and you’re always welcome to come talk to me bb :)

Admin Meagan:  aaaHHHHHHH, really appreciate you Sofia ✨😩 Gosh, can't believe you wrote us sub a long essay AHAHAHAH. Also, SUNAT KAU AHAHAHAHAHAHAH (Non-Malaysians  wouldn't understand lmao) But yeeeee, thank you so so much baby for taking the time to send this ask in <3 It's been amazing knowing you and gosh you are such a sweetheart! Also, Chinese New Year is soon, let's go out together ;)) Cafe hopping at SS15 maybe? Hehe. I want my postcard AHAHA and to spend time with you of course!! <3 You are such a bright individual and Chan loves you hella lots. Thank you for always sending us such encouraging messages and for being a good pal really. But for reals, you mean a lot to me and gosh I can't wait to meet you. Also I not model material lah AHAHAH, only a certain days ;) but yess!! A photoshoot would be amazing haha, I can try to teach you some tips lmao. And yes, thank you for caring about our mental health. January hasn't been the best month for me, honestly it's been horrible but stuff like this really warms up my heart yah know. So yes, really really appreciate you man. Keep being so spunky and loveable. Take care, stay safe and I hope we get to meet each other soon ❤️

Admin Seri: SERIously SERIously, you have no idea how much this warmed my heart. ahh i so wish we could find a better time to talk, i’ll work on that :’) i’m not very good at expressing my feeling through words! and for that mianhae mianhae. in fact, that’s one very VERY COOL thing about you!!! expression your feelings isn’t the easiest and hey, use those feelings to brush for those haters. as you know love, other people’s opinions don’t effect me BUT THERE’S NOTHING WRONG with being affected! just know, those people are irrelivant, and once you realize they can’t do a single fucking thing to you unless you let them, it gets a bit better <3 but GIRL i remember you from the VERY being!!! i can’t believe you stuck around this long , you’ve seen all the changes, how much we’ve grown, it’s seriously amazing. becoming an admin (sure as hell didn’t know it back then) was definitely my HIGHLIGHT of twenty seventeen. there’s not a day that goes by where i regret it, not at all, even when our inbox is loaded or when i have writers block. and you being here along that journey warms my heart so so much! i’m not kidding sometimes i find myself in the middle of the night looking through all the comments or reblogs and GOSH i just see every single sweet sweet message you leave. AND OH MY GOD I’M ALREADY FOR SURE GONNA VISIT AJVBELJNGR IM ALREADY PLANNING TO ONE DAY TO SEE MEAGAN SO LIKE DUHHHH WE COULD MEET UP!!! just augh i’m super super grateful for you message jinja jinja ily~~~ <333 !!! {p.s. i totally wrote bodyguard reader! Chan thinking of you, ngl}

Admin Soph: As much as I love you and as much as you’re my ai. DONT GIVE UP YOUR MEMES FOR ME WTAF. MAN I LOVE YA BUT MEMES ARE IMPORTANT XD. And you might only be disappointed after watching me dance with Jun. Ah I wish we could talk more too :””) We get along so well and Im fucking positive were soulmates just looking at how similar we are XD. Ah im not really good at things like this. Im really speechless because damn boi I love ya and you took the time to write all this for us :””). Youre an angel sent from the heavens. AND ME PRETTY??? NUUUUUUUU.Just like what Jess said, filters and lighting exists. Im only cute tho (char). But youre more prettier than me love. Both inside and outside. You're as beautiful as the northern lights. And like the northern lights, you light up my dark days :””). We dont talk much but we always check up on each other man. Goddamn I love ya. I hope we can make more stupid but fun memories together ^^. And I will literally hug the shit outta you when we meet. Also can we like talk about how much we appreciate ya? You’re always in our inbox sending adorable and heartwarming asks to both Svt and us. I remember telling you that your asks about the admins literally brightens our day. How you're little “I hope the admins stay safe” means so much to us. I really hope you only experience happiness for the rest of your life. You’re a person I really appreciate and love. AS MUCH AS I LOVE JUN. HELL YEAH I SAID IT. hAHHAH Dont be afraid to come to me if you have any problem. I will always be here to talk to you and help you love ^^. Please take care of yourself too. DonT FUCKING SKIP MEALS. GET A LOT OF SLEEP OR IM GETTING CHAN AND JONGDAE. Ah im sorry if I didnt say a lot. I want to say a lot but I literally dont know what to say :””). I WILL MESSAGE YOU A LONG AS MESSAGE ON YOUR BDAY OR SOMETHING. I HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY TO YOU GADBSVF ASNMK. For now, I love you and take care of yourself. You are loved by a lot and I hope your life gets filled with happiness and joy. Im also always here if you ever need to talk ^^

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N A M E: Dahlia Quill A G E: 30 P L A C E   O F   O R I G I N: New Orelans, Lousiana G R O U P: None F C: Megan Fox

❝ It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye. ❞

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The surname Quill had always been looked at like a big privilege by the socialites in Los Angeles, California. From generation to generation, the Quill’s had carried on a legacy and no one were prouder of it than the Quill’s themselves. They were intelligent, charming and ruthless to anyone who dared to stand in their way. So when Katherine Quill gave birth to a daughter, the expectations were not altered. Together with her cousins she would one day take over her father’s business to ensure that the future would look much like the past. But Dahlia Quill was a different breed from birth. Only the sky was the limit for the youngling and they could have anything they ever wanted, but no shining diamonds nor expensive clothes could heal the gauging hole growing inside of their chest. The constant struggle for attention and affection by their parents had taken a toll on young Dahlia. It didn’t matter that they made sure Dahlia was kept busy. Whether it was piano, ballet or French lessons, Dahlia was thoroughly affected being raised by a nanny. No matter how hard they tried, Dahlia refused to understand that their parents didn’t actually want to deal with them. That was until they turned thirteen and after years of having constantly fought their broken promises and malicious comments, Dahlia finally begun to see things for what they really were.

Dahlia decided that if their parents didn’t love them when they behaved and did what they were told, well then their parents could try to love the complete opposite. It was their final fight and they were intent on making it worth their while. It was the most cliché thing they could think of doing but they did it anyway. It started with mixing with the wrong crowd at school, skipping class and slowly dropping their grades from top to bottom. Something that caught their parent’s attention because a Quill always graduated at the top of their class. Dahlia’s parents hired a tutor and that was that. It definitely wasn’t good enough for Dahlia. They wanted and needed more attention, they needed a glimpse of hope that could get rid of the big unexplainable knot of emotions that they couldn’t handle. Soon enough, Dahlia’s nights were filled with alcohol and the occasional drug as well as boys who tasted like ashtrays. They skipped school altogether and never made it home until late afternoons, not that there was anyone but the staff at home to greet them, but it still made an impact. It made a statement that no child of a Quill had ever dared to make. And they tried their very best to conform after their rebel “daughter”. Edward and Katherine tried to reform her through punishments but they were quickly waved aside by Dahlia. Now when they knew how to get their attention, they weren’t about to give it up. No, they continued to party and skipping class to their own delight. It was freedom and it tasted good. But shortly after their fourteenth birthday the final verdict came and she was sent off to live with their grandmother in New Orleans, LA.

The countryside proved to be good to Dahlia, who adapted to the small life fairly quickly. It was there, with the comfort of their stable grandmother and people who didn’t judge them by their family’s money that they could finally breathe and figure out what they wanted to do with their life. Because of their new found freedom, Dahlia was finally allowed to explore more about herself. Dahlia had discovered their means with sexuality and gender identity when she realized she felt comfortable in both menswear and womenswear. At first they assumed it was because of their sense of style but Dahlia soon realized, it was much more than that. Dahlia thought they would be able to speak openly about her questions with their grandmother because of her free-spirted nature. Unfortunately, Dahlia came to the realization that their grandmother was just as conservative as their mother and father. Dahlia later discovered that writing became the only thing she was good at and the only thing that would allow them to escape. Her watching eyes always taking in every quirk and flaw from the people they came in contact with and with all the information stored in their mind, they wrote. And when Dahlia was done, they wrote some more. It was by then Dahlia knew that only writing filled that gaping hole inside of them and Dahlia wanted to travel the world, to find people they could turn into characters, and most importantly express their gender identity through their stories. But when she turned eighteen, their parents came to collect.  Katherine and Edward thought that Dahlia had been reformed by their grandmother and was now ready to follow in their footsteps. With a wish to apply to a well-respected university and get the best education money could buy, Dahlia couldn’t feel more out of place. Although parts of them still wanted to please her parents in poor attempts to get some sort of affection, Dahlia refused and ran as fast as they could.

Dahlia started their new life out by travelling the south, working low paid shifts as a bartender in each city while finding people they could use and abuse. Because it wasn’t enough to learn people’s secrets and dreams. They wanted their flaws and fears. To sum it up, Dahlia wanted it all. After all, they were their parent’s child. And even though they tried to fight it in every way possible, it always seemed to seep into their life somehow. To numb themselves of that fear they grew dependent on alcohol. It wasn’t hard to come by, especially not at work. Each night Dahlia would get too intoxicated and then wake up in a stranger’s bed, satisfied that they had managed to survive another night. And when Dahlia wasn’t busy trying to learn more about customers or serve alcohol, they wrote. It was the only thing that kept them sane. Four years of running from Dahlia’s old life and feelings – whenever they tried to surface – should’ve taken a toll on Dahlia but all it did was drain their bank account. Without any money, Dahlia was left puzzled of what to do with herself and their life. They knew she wanted to write and that there was no way they’d go back to their parents and reform until what Mr. and Mrs. Quill wanted them to become. So with a worn-out map in a small coffee shop, they closed her eyes and pressed their finger somewhere. Anything would do as long as it meant that they could dive into a journey, one of those great journey’s written about in the books they’d find themselves escaping into. And when their finger chose New Orleans, though the town was familiar, they felt like it could be a new start, a chance for them to finally stop running and face their fears.

What they didn’t expect in to find in New Orleans was love. And on top of it, an unwanted pregnancy with twins. It all happened so fast yet Dahlia somehow seemed to manage. Even if they had never wanted to fall in love or even have children, they quickly adapted to the new things in life. The pregnancy proved helpful to their alcohol problem, even if it was a struggle at first and although she was opposed to it at first, they slowly got over it. Though the fairytale didn’t last for long because seven months into their pregnancy, they was left to deal with the twins alone. Dahlia decided that there was no way they could raise twins on their own and that as soon as they had given birth, they would give them up for adoption; to someone who would actually appreciate the miracle of life. But fate had decided differently. First came a beautiful healthy baby boy, followed by a small baby girl who took her first and last breath on Dahlia’s chest. The loss of Dahlia’s daughter changed her mind completely. There was no way she could give up her boy all on his own. The plan had been giving them away together, so they would never be alone. So instead Dahlia kept their son — that was almost four years ago.

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Raising a child while establishing her career as a novelist wasn’t an easy task for Dahlia to overcome. She found herself in obstacles that caused her to regret the decisions she made but never did she once reflect these thoughts onto her son In fact, from a very young age Dahlia required that her only son should be raised with modest values. Unlike herself who had a silver spoon practically glued to her mouth.  Dahlia valued independence greatly and since she was robbed of her own it was required that she reflected the means to succeed onto her  son. With time it became easier, especially after her first book had been published. The Crimson Diaries had swept the young adult audience by storm and truly allowed Dahlia to make a splash in the book industry. The story of star-crossed lovers in the zombie apocalypse was an out of this world genre and she would have never expected for the stories setting to soon reflect the real world.

When Dahlia heard about the virus she was unsure on how to comprehend the logistics of it. To her knowledge, the virus seemed to be a thing out fiction or a conspiracy theory to scare the people again. She was one of the many who refused to believe the claims against it and did virtually nothing to protect herself from it, why would she? Dahlia never gave the virus the benefit of the chance and she felt she was smart enough to assume that it would never affect her or her family. It didn’t, for a long time — it seemed that her quaint home in New Orleans was shielded from the chaos that took over the world. Even if the proof was there on her television screen she refused to believe it until it came knocking on her door one day, literally. The scenario she was presented was like something that was ripped out of her own novel series. The cute boy next door, frantic that someone had just bit him. Dahlia couldn’t refuse him. Even if her gut had told her too but later she learned that maybe she should’ve trusted her gut all along.

She didn’t end up killing the guy who had transformed into a total flesh eating monster but locking him in her coat closet instead. Quickly she gathered her things as well has her darling son and headed out of NOLA in hopes of finding safety somewhere. The road she found herself on often led to nowhere, or it lead to somewhere and quickly became disappointed for where it was headed. The city she learned to love and engulfed into itself and it became the very thing she hope it wouldn’t — taken over by the dead. By now, Dahlia could admit that the zombie apocalypse was very real and if her intentions were to keep herself and her son alive she was damned sure she would do anything to keep it that way. It was a long, nearly tumultuous process — but she spent a good amount of her life growing up in the countryside. Using a gun and learning how to survive on  just what nature had to offer didn’t pose as an impossible obstacle. Of course it wasn’t easy, especially with a son who was beginning to realize how different his life was about to become. Dahlia always tried to make it normal but she always fell short.

Her road trip had eventually landed herself in Cheyenne, Wyoming where she did find some stability. Even if it wasn’t the most ideal it was better than packing up every night and finding a new burrow to hide in. Even if she felt blessed to find serenity in Cheyenne she had that gut feeling once more and this time she listened to it. Her son now at the ripe age of twelve was expressing his curiosity to the numerous survivor camps that sprouted all around Cheyenne. Some had strength in numbers while others did not. Dahlia was able to admit that it was desirable to join a camp but then again, she’s the type of woman who doesn’t trust her own shadow. Her son, however, was set on changing his mother’s mind and give it a chance to rely on a strangers kindness. Dahlia didn’t budge so quickly which was the ultimate reason why their relationship became to deteriorate.

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Dahlia’s son had disobeyed his mother’s request and settled to take initiative and join a camp. However, the camp he had joined was never one on Dahlia’s radar and she assumed it wasn’t one anyone else’s radar either. Given that she was familiar with camps located in more rural areas like the capitol or the school, she was hoping her son belonged to one of them. She was disappointed to discover that her son had managed to join a group, she could only assume was rouge. Ultimately, Dahlia lost all contact with her only son. She didn’t stop looking even after he ran away in the middle of the night. The rain was heavy and she felt her feet sink into the mud or her legs being clawed at by numerous zombies. She couldn’t stomach the fact that she allowed her son to get away from her grasp especially in a time like this one. She imagined what her mother would think of her in this moment. What any mother would think of her in this moment.

Rage filled up inside her gut and it what was left of humanity was forced to suffer from it. She trusted no one, isolated herself and discontinued whatever deals she had created with non-shady camps. She trained rigorously forcing herself to adapt to a new lifestyle where she forced herself to live like a warrior. Not only was she set on finding her son but destroying the people who manipulated him into joining in the first place. Her intentions are bitter, evil even but she still carries a kind heart. Ultimately, Dahlia is the same quirky woman as she was before the zombie invasion but ever since the disappearance of her son, she’s changed dramatically and is motivated to bring her son back home.