#i am thinking a lot about xero again. no one is surprised

[thehappiestgolucky]

Someone in the tags of my last Xero post (you know who you are) talked about the similarities between a doodle and Hollow so naturally I couldn’t stop thinking about Xero and Hollow.

I love the idea that Xero was a loved and respected knight. The idea he saw Hollow as a child and knew, knew, this was a child. And Hollow so, so young, feeling guilt about even letting this knight show kindness and love to them - when they were meant to be hollow (oh but they couldn’t be)

Do you think they felt guilty? When they overheard Xero raise his voice at the King, quickly hushed, because he dared suggest Hollow was a child? When they started seeing this knight less and less, scared that their father was furious at him? When suddenly this knight was executed, for betraying the king? Was it their fault? Should they have never allowed him to be himself, ran to avoid indulging in the tiny moments of someone looking at them as a person? Did they even know Xero was falling to the infection? Would that make it feel worse?

They were both victims of an infection, bound by gods with their own desires. No one wins in a gods game.

[leo-interactive-fiction]

Something else I haven't seen before. What would the MC's parent from each background think of the ROs? Who would they approve of and who wouldn't they? I guess in the case of orphan MC, what would E's parents think? Since they kinda maybe vaguely adopted orphan MC?

Hmm, interesting! Since I did the opposite, I should have seen this one coming haha

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Storm's comments:

E: "Rose has had that expectation for some time. This is preferable to the alternative. I know you will be in good hands. Rose raised them well."

R: Your father doesn't mince his words, a clear disdain evident, "Valleford. See that you don't take after your father, or there will be less than pleasantries next time we meet."

L: "Scio. I assume your father...?" Storm's lips pull in a small frown as L gives a small nod of confirmation, "I understand if you cannot forgive me. Your father is a significant asset to the Hospian war effort. If I find him, I will kill him."

V: "You've seen enough at your age," Storm says quietly, looking into the hollow glint in V's eyes, "I'm sorry. Those were battles that should have ended with my generation, not yours."

P: Storm's brow furrows as he makes a cordial greeting, "I assume your father is well? He does not speak of his second child often, but you seem more spirited than the other. That will make the greater difference when it matters."

M: Storm's brow furrows as he makes a cordial greeting, though there's little sentimentality in his voice, "I assume your father is well? He expresses confidence in your upbringing, but I can't say I share the sentiment. You lack something fundamental. Something to drive you to achieve more than what's expected of you."

Ra: Storm's eyes lock onto Raven with a harsh intensity, "Your eyes are filled with blood and you conceal weapons. Tell me your intentions or I will kill you right now."

S: "I admit I am unfamiliar with Orden. The conflict never reached that country, but I understand there are many hardships there already," Storm says, looking the brightly grinning student up and down before his lips pull back in small contentment, "You come out better than most. You have impressive strength."

F: Storm holds a frown as he takes in the vivid green hair, "Many allowed Frenza to claim their distance due to their significant contribution to Triaina's independence, but it doesn't absolve you of everything," he says in warning, "Don't step over the boundaries you've been afforded, or the military will have no choice but to respond."

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Scurra's dialogue:

E: Scurra makes a grimace as he recognizes E, "Damnit, you've gone and done it now," he grumbles as he pulls out his wallet and hands a fold of bills to E, "Give that to your mom, will you? She's worse than a debt collector with bets..."

R: "Valleford! There's a name I haven't heard in a while. I knew they had a black sheep in the family, but I guess they couldn't take away the infamous good looks," Scurra chuckles, his eyes lightening reminiscently, "They've put me in a good bit of trouble on more than one occasion. I guess I should consider it a family curse now that MC is involved with you."

L: "Oh, I know those eyes," Scurra says wistfully, "Coming to find the world is a bigger place than you imagined, aren't you? It's even more expansive than that, too. I had that same look when I traveled overseas. I hope MC is being a good guide for you," he looks to you, and gives a knowing wink.

V: Scurra gives a meandering hum as he looks at V, "I've been all around, but I've only seen natural hair color like that a handful of times. They all had your same stare, too." He closes his eyes thoughtfully, "None as young as you though. I hope you're the last I have to see with those eyes. They're a bad omen."

P: "A fiery one, aren't you! Has no one ever told you not to say bad words in public?" Scurra laughs, "You should stop while you can. You're so transparent with your feelings that I almost mistook you for a window, so there's no point to pulling a tough act."

M: A small, genuine smile rises on Scurra's lips as he inspects M, "How interesting. You're so similar to your twin, but you're definitely the better actor. As I think about it, you remind me of MC's mother in many ways..."

Ra: "What are you doing here?" Scurra frowns, staring harshly at Raven. A silence passes and eventually he looks away, messaging his jaw, "Oops, guess I was mistaken. You looked a little like someone I know."

S: "You've got Orden written all over you, don't you?" Scurra says cheerily, "It's been a while since I've visited, but I have to say it gave me the most enjoyment. You all certainly know how to keep it lively."

F: "Your family has always been so hauty!" Scurra covers his mouth to suppress a chuckle, "But I think it would be a mistake to talk down to everyone you meet. I happen to be on great terms with your mother. If I took the opportunity, you two would have been siblings!"

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Xero's insight:

E: He smiles warmly to E, "It's good to see you again. I'm afraid there was little I could do for you: your mother has already found out about your relationship. I expect she'll make it as embarrassing for you as possible, if I know her well. I hope you're mentally prepared."

R: Xero studies R with a faint curiosity, "I'm afraid your father and I are on less than speaking terms due to some...past difficulties, but I understand you are more than simply your father's child. You may be villianized for your differing viewpoint, but aren't we all? I don't find it is so bad," Xero gives R a knowing small."

L: Xero's eyes widen upon seeing L, then falls into a soft smile, "To think history would repeat so aptly. To see you two now reminds me of my own school days," Xero closes his eyes and releases a light sigh, the smile still present, "I pray you'll also find the same happiness I did, and that it lasts longer."

V: Xero's grip tightens on an file in his hands as he sees V, his voice meticulous, "You are...Wolfe, correct? I'll admit the what I've heard and read of you is...less than appealing, but," he casts his gaze between you and the ex-Jagd member, a faint smile growing on his lips as V steps cautiously between you. "You seem to have a strong sense of duty. I hope you will be a good pillar for MC."

P: He looks disaprovingly, "In my field, words are paired with intention. To speak is to lay bare your thoughts. Why would you neglect your intent by forcing a negative connotation where it doesn't belong?"

M: He seems slightly more on edge than with P, "I don't believe I should offer my approval to someone unwilling to determine a focus. It's a testament to your negligence."

Ra: Xero crosses their arms, his face skeptical,"Marriage? Your lack of detailed forethought and hyperfixation gives me the impression of an unhealthy mind. As it stands now, I will refuse to give you my blessing."

S: "I'm afraid I'm ignorant to everything Orden related," Xero says sheepishly, "I am happy to learn all that I can, though. Perhaps you would like to bring your family at some point? I would be happy to host them here." Xero smiles warmly, clearly unknowing of the chaotic rabblerousing he's invited into his home.

F: "Ah, the royal line," Xero says in recognition of F, "Your own mother was a classmate of mine as well. To think one of her children would grow so closely with mine. Please give her my regards, would you? She has always kept herself closer than others, so I was happy when she took an interest in my friend. He's a lucky man."

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Mr. Razor's thoughts (if he was alive)

E: He bows his head gratefully, "Thank you for taking care of MC all this time. Your selflessness has saved me a lot of worry, and I doubt I'll have any more leaving them in your hands."

R: Razor's eyes bore a hole through R, "To defy your father was a considerable risk. And not knowing what the academy had planned for you, you still allowed yourself to be incarcerated for an indeterminate amount of time," Razor taps his fingers to his chin, a smile spreading over his lips, "I enjoy those that stick to their principles, but what say we work on your jailbreaking?"

L: "Your father's quite an important man. He's lucky I was never contracted to kill him," Razor says matter-of-factly. A chilling air of silence deafens the room until Razor holds up his palms, "Just kidding. I've never killed anyone. They all died mysteriously."

V: "How's Jagd doing?" Razor narrows his eyes keenly on V, "I'm surprised they were able to bounce back after what I did to them. I guess they filled the empty spaces with whoever was able...or moldable."

P: Razor smiles sadly, "It must be difficult to be given another person's expectations and do well with them. You're like a fish trying to climb a tree. But I enjoy how far up you've climbed despite that. Would you like a reward? I know, how about...your father's weakness?"

M: Razor seems disinterested, "You're not worth the words, Crater. You're nothing more than what your father made you to be: a simple shadow to live vicariously through."

Ra: Razor's eyes have an approving glint, "The one that slipped through the cracks. How very odd. MC's mother was quite odd too. It's an endearing quality, isn't it? Yes, I think you'll make a perfect companion for MC. You've already been looking over them all this time, haven't you?"

S: "Earnestness is one of the first qualities people tend to throw away when faced with hardship. It is impressive to see how you've progressed through your poverty and discrimination so aptly. Perhaps you have a hope that things will get better?" Razor's mouth spreads in a wicked smile, "I do enjoy seeing how people struggle for such a small glimmer of light. I think I'll offer my aid."

F: "Ah, it's always cute to see people play at royalty," Razor smiles at F's exasperated face, "Why do you seem so angry? Do you actually believe your position has meaning? I'll assure you it doesn't," Razor casts a darkening stare towards the royal, "To me, you're no harder to kill than a beggar on the street. The power you attempt to flaunt means nothing, because in the end it does nothing to elevate you beyond a simple street urchin."

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End

Thank ya for the ask!

[evangelene]

Soft Bias Tag

I was tagged ages ago by the ever lovely @wooyujinseol​

who is your bias?—  Uh, Taehyung & Seokjin, Lucas, Daehyun, Changbin, Dami, Jiwoo, Donghun, S. Coups, Jisoo, Jinhwan, Elkie, All of Day6, Hyerin, Yuqi, Xiumin, Mark, Sunny, Yesung, Lime, Inseong (SF9), Inseong (KNK), Jimin, Jessi, I.M., Yanan, Kyla, Wendy, Ken, Sammy, Xero, Yezi....like which one? When you’re too multifandom for your own good

*goes to a random generator to help decide*

I.M.

what made you notice them?— My dumbass didn’t notice him for a bit actually. I kept getting him confused with Kihyun (purely based on looks) and I was like. DAMNIT SAM YOU NEED TO GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER. And so I watched Monsta X Right Now and pulled it together and I realized that I.M. was my bias when he held a seashell with his foot.

We don’t ask questions as to how my bias comes about, okay? Okay.

what’s your favourite thing about them?—  Honestly, the fact that he appeals to my sense of humor is perfection enough for me. But the fact that he is a genuinely kind person who just tries to unashamedly be himself makes me love him so much more. Also, I’m just so happy to see how far they’ve come since the survival show--I know it took a lot for him to be accepted and it’s so nice to see how integral he is to the group and how integral they are to him. IDK I’m just so soft for this boy.

who would initiate skinship more?— Lol, probably him for the first time. However, the moment I realize that it is okay for me to be mushy gushy huggy on someone, good fuckin luck getting rid of me. Then it would be be me, 100%.  

who would hog blankets more?— Me. See, my poor partner says that I’m a blanket hog but he doesn’t actually try to take them away from me. The problem is, when I sleep--I’m out, I won’t wake up for shit--and I have a tendency to roll so when I do that I roll the blanket up with me like a burrito. Alls you gotta do is rip it from me and we’re good--I won’t even wake up.

who would be more clingy?— Me. Like I said, the moment you show me that it’s okay to cling to you the more I’m going to do it.

who would say ‘i love you’ first?— him. Fucking tried to say it first once and then I just spiraled into a depression after I was rejected. Hell to the no would I be doing that again.

who would be more easily flustered?— Me. I get flustered when someone compliments me or shows any interest in me. I’m always pointing to myself like me? Really? Why? Are you blind?

what cuddling position would you two have?— I’d probably be his backpack, honestly. Which in normal cases is called big spooning but I like to thank Olivia from Smosh for awakening me to the idea of calling it jetpacking.

which color remind you of them and why? — A tan, earthy pink. You know, basically like a “nude” (it’s not nude for anyone why the fuck is one shade suddenly nude?) but like that color. Yes. I feel like it’s warm and comforting and it’s a color I’m always gravitated to and surprised by and IDK man I just think it fits him nicely.

what season would you like to spend with them? — He screams summer to me, mostly because I feel like we would both adventure and you’d just find us doing stupid shit wherever. In winter it would be too cold and we’d never go out and the inbetween seasons are vibrant enough to me for Changkyun.

which one of you would make bad puns and how would the other react? —He’d be the one making puns because rarely do I make puns, I just make dumb comments in the corner or under my breath. I would probably react to him the same way I do to my dad, with a frozen look of digust on my face whether he’s done talking or not.

who would bake cookies and who would steal the batter?— I would bake cookies and he would steal the batter--any other bias and it would probably be the other way around but he is a bit more mischievous than me so I feel it would be him.

who would want to adopt 50 dogs and cats? — Me. Hands down. This honestly doesn’t matter which bias it will always be me. However, I don’t think Changkyun would stop me and we would just have a house full of fluffies.

which one of you would nearly burn down the kitchen trying to microwave a poptart and who would come to the rescue?— Him, I’m not that much of a nightmare when it comes to cooking. Like I can do it if I try. Therefore it would probably be me coming to the rescue. *flashbacks to when one of my best friends burnt a cheese pizza to a black disc and then tried to convince me she could still eat it because it smelled like teriyaki*

who likes to lean over trail railings and who pulls them back?— Him. Funny fact about me, heights aren’t always scary, but I am deathly afraid of any railing that is not chest height. And it is literally because I am afraid that I will fall because I am so klutzy and I can see myself just spilling over the edge.

what would watching a horror film with them be like?— Him clinging onto me for dear life while I laugh maniacally at murder.

who would be the cheesy flirt and who would be the smooth flirt?— I think we’d both be cheesy. Changkyun is a ball of cheese and I’m as smooth as apple crisp.

who is more competitive?— Depends on what, but it’d most likely be him. I can be competitive, it just depends on what mood I’m in and what it’s over. However, if I am competitive, he won’t win. Period.

who would have to be given constant reminders (reminders to eat. don’t forget your keys, etc)?— Me. My poor partner still has to text me to remind me to eat and drink because I literally will forget to eat for like three days.

who sends memes and who sends cute “i miss you” texts at 3am?— He’ll send me “I miss you” texts and I’ll respond with memes.

Lol, let me know if you guys want to see this with any of my other millions of bias’.

I tag @agustdomain​ @g-d0818​ @queenjunghoseok​ and whoever else wants to do this! <3 <3 You dun have to though

[besotacito]

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Group: ToppDogg / XENO-T

Pairing: broken!XeSol (Xero/Hansol/Minsung)

Rating: PG-13

Genre: Angst, AU, romance

Trigger warnings: non-explicit mention of depression/suicide attempts.

Word count: 2,133

Note: This is the first time I make an attempt at writing a fanfic in English. I originally wrote it in Spanish so most of it is actually just translated, but there are some parts I edited and adapted so it’d sound a bit better? in English, I guess. Please do notify me of inconsistencies or grammar mistakes. 

As for the fanfic itself, please note that it is only fiction even if it mirrors some things that happened in reality. I hope it doesn’t offend anyone in any way. I wrote this because I’m an emo lil shit who needed to make herself suffer with a made-up angsty scenario that helps her assimilate that she’s never getting more XeSol moments ever again, probably. So that’s it. I can’t promise you’ll enjoy reading it because I cried writing it, so.

Yeah so how are you these days?

I’m still the same, can’t sleep

Your short hair looked so pretty

But I didn’t press like

‘Cause it just seems a bit ridiculous

His fingers scroll down his white smartphone screen. His room is pitch dark and he has been looking at his phone like this for a while, which is not good at all for his eyes. Or his heart. His mind is going back to a million memories of past years and his heart starts clenching little by little. Judging from his Instagram profile, in the end he followed his alternative path, the ‘B plan’ that he remembers having heard about back in their trainee days.

“I think I’ll just be a choreographer if this idol thing doesn’t work out,” he had said jokingly, although he looked like, deep inside, he meant it.

“Don’t say that. We’ll make it work. We’ll do fine, you’ll see. The name ‘ToppDogg’ by itself already feels successful,” he replied back, ruffling the other boy’s hair.

He was not surprised at all by the quality of his choreographies. Hansol- no, Minsung, Jiho reminded himself, was gifted when it came to dancing and not only that, but he was also an innate performer who knew how to combine both dancing and aesthetic features in a unique artistic way. Even so, he had to reckon the boy had improved a hell of a lot. His dancing style was very far from that of the boy who practiced dancing with him in the academy over 7 years ago.

He accidentally clicked on one of his most recent pictures, but he didn’t press the back button. He stared at it. His face looked radiant in spite of not having a smile on it. He looked fine—stable, calm, perhaps even happy. Jiho hoped it was like that. He hoped that he was at least as happy as he had always wanted and deserved. At least it was noticeable that was not the same sad Hansol- no, Minsung, that he had seen for the last time. It was a relief. He wasn’t the same person. He didn’t even look like the one in the old memories of Jiho, if he took a moment to carefully analyse the pictures. Truth be told, Jiho felt like he didn’t know who that boy in the pictures was. They had lived together for many years and shared countless experiences, but he didn’t know that person. Minsung? Jiho had no idea who that was; where he came from. He could barely remember Hansol and he wasn’t sure Hansol remembered him.

The last time they met… Jiho would’ve never imagined it would be the last time and that everything would go downhill from there. Hansol- no, Minsung, dammit, sent him a text on KakaoTalk asking to hang out in a café, just to get some distraction. Back then, it had been long since they had had a schedule as ToppDogg. The promotions for their last album had finished months ago and they weren’t working on new songs or performances or anything of the sort. Everyone were kind of worried about how things were going. Everyone, but especially Hansol. Minsung.

“Hey, sorry I’m kind of l-”

Jiho remembers coming up to the boy to greet him, but as soon as he came a little bit closer he could see the tears streaming desperately down his face. He couldn’t even finish his sentence before he had wrapped his arms around the other’s small frame. Hansol was trembling. Minsung. No, back then he was Hansol.

“Aren’t you tired?” Hansol asked out of the blue after being quiet for some minutes, just barely sipping on his coffee while trying to calm himself down and stop sobbing.

“Mm? Tired… of what? I’d say I’ve had lots of time to get some rest,” he replied jokingly, pretending he didn’t know what Hansol meant.

“That’s the problem, you see. I’m tired of this. Of trying again and again and failing. I’m tired of everything.”

“Hey, don’t think like that. We gotta stay positive. Maybe things aren’t going the way we’d like them to, but we still have our fans and our company—”

“Don’t be silly, Jiho,” he cut him off. “Do you think our fans are gonna wait forever? That they’ll stay by a failed group? Our company’s trying hard for any other artist that’s not us.”

“Hansol,” he called out, covering the boy’s hand with his own on the table, “we knew it wouldn’t be easy, but we can’t lose hope. I trust us and what we can achieve together.”

Hansol looked like he was actually contemplating what Jiho had said, but replied:

“Your optimism is stupid, Jiho.” And retreated his hand to take a hold of his coffee.

After that, they fell silent for a long time. Jiho fidgeted with his fingers over the table. This conversation was making him feel uneasy and awkward; he didn’t know what to say. But more than anything, he was worried about Hansol.

“Has it gotten worse, lately? Have you been feeling worse?” he asked softly, only for Hansol to hear.

“…I just wanna escape from this hell,” he muttered back, not looking at his eyes.

Jiho didn’t know what to say, as per usual, so he chose to stay quiet. Neither of them said anything else for some minutes. Jiho couldn’t even look at Hansol in the face because he felt horrible for not being able of offering more comfort than his stupid optimism. That’s why he flinched a little when he felt Hansol’s hand back on his, caressing his fingers. Jiho didn’t stop him, because he liked the sensation. Because he missed him. Because deep inside, Jiho knew he had committed a mistake that he would always regret, even if he had done it thinking it was the best option for them back then.

“Hansol-”

“I’m gonna miss you.”

Their voices overlapped.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m leaving to China for a few months. To study dancing.”

“What?”

Jiho retreated his hand and straightened up in his seat, almost in shock.

“But… what about the group? Does the company know about this? Did they approve of this?”

There was this look in Hansol’s eyes while he mustered up the courage to finally say:

“…Jiho, I’m leaving ToppDogg.”

In that moment, it felt as if a bucket of cold water had been thrown over him. He couldn’t react. It took him a few moments to grasp what was happening. Leaving to China to study dancing? Leaving the group? Had he lost his mind?

“Do you realise you’re sabotaging the group and being selfish?” was the first thing he managed to say, not really thinking about what he was saying.

“Excuse me? I am sabotaging the group?” Hansol raised his tone a bit. “May I remind you, it was Hyunho and Dongsung who left us first. Hyosang and Taeyang left us too.”

Jiho bit his lip. He knew Hansol was right, but right now his heart was in pain from just imagining Hansol leaving the group and going to another country for who knows how long.

“There is nothing we can do about this anymore, don’t you realise that? What do you want me to stay here for? To see how life passes me by and nothing gets better no matter how hard I try?”

“…You could stay with me.”

Everything became quiet for a few moments that seemed to last for way longer while both of them stared into each other’s eyes. Jiho could see the tears welling up in Hansol’s eyes while he bit his lips and shook his head.

“Please, don’t do this to me…” he muttered in a thin voice.

“If you leave the group, then I will too. We can start all over, together. No fearing and no hiding this time, we won’t have to-”

“Jiho, don’t,” Hansol cut him off softly, getting a bit closer and holding his hands on the table. “That’s not what you want. Besides, it was you who took the decision years ago. There’s no going back now.”

Hansol’s voice sounded so gentle and composed in spite of the tears in his eyes that it was hard to believe what he was saying was hurting Jiho as if a million knives were stabbing his body.

“Why’d you ask me to come, then? If it was going to be like this, you could’ve as well just texted me goodbye.”

You shouldn’t have given me hopes that I was still in time of holding onto you, is what he wanted to say. But didn’t.

“I just wanted to see you for one last time…”

Back then, Jiho couldn’t control the burst of emotions he felt. His sadness mingled with the anger he felt towards himself for having been an idiot and also with the frustration of being so helpless—Hansol was slipping right through his fingers and out of his life, and he couldn’t do anything to stop him.

“That’s it, then. You can leave now. Leave and don’t think of coming back. I hope you know you’re being an asshole.”

He raised his voice more than he should have. His word choice was more aggressive than it should have. Unlike his usually composed self, this time he finally burst. His emotions burst in the worse way possible. They ended up yelling ugly things at each other; hard feelings that had been building up inside them for a long time. Jiho smashed his fist on the table before leaving behind an upset and sobbing Hansol. He shouldn’t have done that. He still feels ashamed of his shitty and immature reaction and regrets everything he did and said that day. Hansol didn’t deserve that.

Somehow, he reached the end of his Instagram pictures. They weren’t many. He remembered the boy had a habit of deleting them. He also noticed he kept only a few pictures of his last days in China and seeing him in those pictures makes his heart clench in fear again. In fear of knowing that he was close to losing him for real, forever. Those had been the worst days Jiho has even been through in his whole life and he hopes he won’t have to ever go through something like that again. At least the latest pictures make him feel a bit more reassured, for it seems that old Hansol he knew doesn’t torment Minsung like he used to do. He looks cared for and surrounded by people. Jiho can only hope for him to never be lonely and for all of those people to be with Minsung when he cannot.

A few pictures above the last ones from China is one from their debut. That one was uploaded when his departure from the group was made official. Jiho didn’t come out of his room for a whole week. In the picture, Hansol thanks everyone. Jiho clenches his fist. He should’ve thanked him the last time he saw him. He should’ve thanked him for helping him make it into ToppDogg. He should’ve thanked him for all of the good moments they shared together. He should’ve thanked him for loving him in spite of the big asshole Jiho could be at times and which he was until their last meeting. He should’ve thanked him for existing—he should’ve wished him success. Had he done that, who knows; maybe Hansol wouldn’t have been on the edge of an abyss. Had he done that, maybe he would find his username when he types it into the list of people Minsung follows.

Jiho decides to call it a night, but then he sees there is a picture of Hyosang on Minsung’s account and he clicks it almost immediately. Oh, he wished him a happy birthday. To the one who abandoned them—but didn’t break his heart or curse him out for trying to pursue his dreams—; he wished a happy birthday to him. Then he finally clicks the ‘back’ button, which closes Instagram and, instead and unknowingly, shows him the time and date: 5:24 a.m., February 3rd.

As he tries to fall asleep, he fails to fight back the tears that wet his pillow while he cannot brush off the memories of Hansol coming into his room with a big smile on his face and holding a big cake with tons of colourful candles on his hands just when the clock struck twelve o’clock. He won’t see that Hansol anymore. If he could turn back time and take seriously the three wishes Hansol insisted for him to make year after year before blowing out the candles, he would use one to wish ToppDogg to be successful and two to wish for Hansol to never leave his side.

[umi-tama]

October 1st 2011

My baby is rich! This morning his band manager showed up and brought him his first salary:

1,000,000 gp! O.O *gasp* I wonder, if this will increase, when he starts to get awards and stuff...

Oh, and Noda and his band finally had a couple of gigs again today :)

Their first gig (where they performed something classical again) was practically sold out. It didn't change anything about their chart ranking or number of fans, though. Neither did the second show.

The third show made them go up to 2nd rank. An hour later they were 1st ^___________^

Here are my boys rocking out:

Noda is always flirting with the folks in the first row, making them squeak, scream, and sometimes even faint with his broad smile and adorable winking *snicker* He's all too well aware of how charming he is... 4 yr, 30 lb hungry ❤❤❤O happy ❤❤❤❤ stress: 01 tone: 999 rhythm: 999 original: 999 genre: Classical Music star ranking: 1st tama fans: 501,611,861

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Kitty grew up today! 

But unfortunately, I had to start all over after taking the picture above. Because right before little Kitty was supposed to go to bed tonight, I checked on her, and... apparently squeezed the shell/battery case a bit too tight, because suddenly the screen went blank and I had to reset :/ So have a newly born kitten again now, which I'll just name Kitty II. and also treat like a girl. Whatever *sigh* Here are her stats when she went to sleep: 0yr, 1 lb hungry ❤❤❤ happy ❤❤❤ discipline ❤❤

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Look who says Hi!

I tried out binary's very awesome Tama-Go gotchi points cheat code and now little Till has about as much money as Noda - who's a freaking rockstar, after all - had this morning *hehe* We immediatly spent a couple gp to redecorate Till's appartement. He got a nice big couch now... of which I forgot to take a picture ^^' Btw, I noticed, that there's also a game option behind the door icon. I wonder if I simply didn't see it yesterday or if it maybe only got unlocked, when Till evolved into a toddler o_o Anyways, I'm very glad I am not forced to play coin catch anymore to fill up his happy hearts. Shoot the Bug is way more fun (even though I feel kinda bad for the poor bugs ^^'). Aside from that, not much happened today. We went to the park and he met an adorable Memetchi, with whom he built a sand castle, and got to seesaw with a nice little Lovelitchi. He's only just a toddler, but apparently the ladies already love him ;P Here are his stats at the end of the day: 1 yr, 10 lb hungry ❤❤❤❤O happy ❤❤❤❤❤ train [▪▪▪▪▪▪▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫] friendship ❤❤❤❤❤❤ gotchi points: 999610 EDIT: Oooh, a couple minutes after going to bed, my little one evolved into Kilalatchi :3 What a handsome young man he is now <3

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October 2nd 2011

I think today was the first time ever since Noda was born, that his hungry hearts completely emptied out. Took me a bit by surprise, to be honest (because my other two tamas, which I ignored, too, still had at least one heart left), but might've been, because his stress level went up. Maybe the hearts empty faster, the higher it gets o_o

He got another million gp salary. Oh, and his star ranking went down to 4th again overnight :/ I guess you only get awards, when you're already #1 when going on stage, not when becoming #1 after a show, huh?

Curious about this theory, I messed around with the time a bit, so the guys (who are performing as a jazz combo these days) have their concerts a bit earlier today.

After the first show, their star ranking went up to 2nd.

The second show made them #1.

The third show was followed by fireworks and the Tamagotchi King himself showing up, presenting my boys their first award 🥇

Ha! So that's how it works then.

Good to know ^^

To celebrate my baby's success, we purchased an UFO. That totally beats the shiney cars and big houses most rockstars own, don't you think? ;P

Anyways, at an Aftershow Party later tonight, Xero's band manager introduced Noda-chan to a sweet little Memetchi. It was practically love at first sight. They disappeared somewhere, only to come back blushing and giggling quite a while later... with a wriggling little egg o_o I mean, I heard fame does that to people - making them rush relationships and all - but I never expected Noda to be one of those cases, too.

Well, I took him, his new girlfriend and their egg home, and it didn't took long for their kid to hatch.

Noda is now proud daddy of a little baby girl :)

Those three look just too happy and adorable to be mad at them, don't they?

(Btw, I tried to make the family play with Noda's toy rocket, but they refused. Does Noda feel too "mature" to play anymore, now that he got a kid? o_O' Or is it, because his stress doesn't raise from practicing anymore anyways?)

Here are his stats when he went to sleep:

5 yr, 31 lb hungry ❤❤❤❤ happy ❤❤❤❤ stress: 00 tone: 999 rhythm: 999 original: 999 genre: Classical Music star ranking: 4th tama fans: 457,947,934

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Kitty did nothing but being a typical kitten today. She kept on sneaking around, lying down wherever she considered the floor soft and warm enough, and demanding attention every once in a while.

And later today she finally evolved again into the same form she had yesterday, before I had to reset her ^^

I still haven't figured out how to know what she wants, everytime the attention icon flashes. It happened all to often already, that I thought she was just calling out out of boredom, because all hearts were filled, but then, after I scolded her, a pile of poop appears on screen or she was asking for milk or I needed to play with her. *sigh* But I don't plan on giving up yet. Not until she's completely grown up and I figured out the best strategy to care for her ^^V

Here are her stats when going to bed:

1 yr, 3 lb hungry ❤❤❤ happy ❤❤❤ discipline ❤❤❤

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With Till, nothing all too interesting happened during the day, except that I managed to take a pic of him in his adorable teenage form ^^

BUT!

Shortly after going to bed, he evolved again, into Kuromametchi! Omg, I always wanted this character, but I never expected to get him on my first generation already! <3 He's just so cool and adorable, I don't even... awww!

Unfortunately he immediatly went back to sleep, but I'm sure I can take a couple of pics tomorrow! :D

His stats at the end of the day:

2 yr, 30 lb hungry ❤❤❤❤❤ happy ❤❤❤❤❤ train [▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▫▫▫▫▫] friendship ❤❤❤❤❤❤ gotchi points: 1,004,320

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October 3rd 2011

If I Noda was already low-maintenance before, he now managed to get on the verge of being boring o_o' Like, grating on my nerves every once in a while, with practicing loudly (I stopped praising him, I just go to his stats, so he'll stop), but the rest of the time doing absolutely nothing. Just bouncing on the screen, next to his beloved family, being all happy and stuff. We managed to get the Classical Music Award today, though. And buy a lot of yummy yummy food from his latest salary, so his daughter doesn't have to worry about that, when her parents leave her :) Here are his stats when he went to sleep: 6 yr, 35 lb hungry ❤❤❤❤ happy ❤❤❤❤ stress: 00 tone: 999 rhythm: 999 original: 999 genre: Classical Music star ranking: 1st tama fans: 156,994,273 (random number is random) 

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Remember how I announced to not give up in my post yesterday? The screen went blank again, when the keychain tapped the battery case. I give up 😩

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Since Till is an adult now, he, too, is very low maintenance (except for the occational poop, since I didn't potty-train him, and once in a while for calling out to me for the sheer sake of attention). But he's also very very adorable. I always liked Kuromametchi, ever since I saw him for the first time :3 Here are a couple of pics of him in his newly decorated home/bathroom and the park:

And here his stats at the end of the day: 3 yr, 32 lb hungry ❤❤❤❤❤ happy ❤❤❤❤❤ train [▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▫▫▫▫▫] friendship ❤❤❤❤❤❤ gotchi points: 953,450

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(EXO scenario trapped with their crush in an elevator?) I love this scenario! Could you do this with Topp Dogg's B-Joo, A-Tom & Xero? ♡ tyvm

B-Joo: So so so so so so shy! Our crazy 6d B-joo is no longer 6d in this situation. The poor thing would be the polar opposite of his usual portrayal of outgoing and loud fluffiness. Except for the occasional chuckles and “aigoo, how long is this going to take to work again?” this poor puppy would remain silent throughout the time that the elevator is stuck because he’d be so damn shy!

Topp Dogg were going to perform at a convention when the incident happened. B-Joo had been the last member to try and get on an elevator when it became too crowded, “it’s ok guys I’ll just catch the next one” he’d say as the people in the crowded elevator closed the door and headed up to the floor where the event was taking place. he’d press the button to summon the next elevator and patiently but awkwardly wait as the numbers showed which floor the elevator was on and which floors it’d stop at as it came down, “oh crap, I forgot what floor it’s on hahaha!” he’d look in his pockets for his phone when he realized that he and Xero had been messing around and taking each others stuff until xero kept everything while they’d been on the car ride from the hotel they were staying at so he was completely helpless and couldn’t contact anyone to help him. 

When the elevator finally arrived he was the first one to enter but he didn’t press any buttons since he’d forgotten which floor he needed to get to. he was beginning to think he was screwed when there was no one else to get on until the elevator doors started to close before someone came rushing in at the last moment, “Oh thank god!” he’d sigh in relief. “Which floor do you need?” the person asked who had entered the elevator, “Oh, uh, the floor for the convention.” The stranger would press the button and the elevator doors would close  before the stranger turned around and B-Joo got a proper look at their face- once he did his shy persona took over, “oh crap” he’d say under his breath, it was his major crush. 

Just as the elevator reached the 6th floor, B-Joo and his crush felt a heavy jerk before the power went out for a few seconds before turning back on. He’d watch as his crush would press the buttons to each floor. “Wh…what’s going on?” he’d ask “oh, the elevator isn’t working!” they reply “it’s not moving and none of the buttons are working.” Cue the 36 minutes B-Joo would be trapped in the elevator with the person of his dreams- if only he wasn’t so bashful now. As mentioned before, B-Joo would hardly say a word and it’d become so terribly awkward in the elevator as time passed on. B-Joo would steal glances at you with major heart eyes and an increasingly red face but that would be the only interaction with you that he’d make otherwise he’d just stay in his corner admiring your beauty but hoping that the elevator would begin working again sometime soon because it’s too awkward in here - even for someone like him.  

Lo and behold, after 36 painstaking minutes the elevator would ding and the lights on the buttons would come back on. “Oh thank god!” he sigh, once again in relief. His crush would press the button for the floor they needed before stepping back a bit as the elevator jerked into motion once again. After the elevator reached the 17th floor the door would open, “uh, thanks for being stuck with me in the elevator” he’d say as the his crush began to walk out at the same floor “Oh, uh, haha ok. You’re welcome” they’d laugh. “I’ll uh, see you later sometime maybe?” “oh, yeah sure. I’ll be watching you perform” “Oh cool, I’ll look for you in the crowd” “ok.” His crush would walk away with a blush deep on their cheeks while he’d begin walking in the opposite direction to catch up with his band before it’s time to perform, “you were such an idiot” he’d scold himself “that was your chance!”

Xero: He’s the most chill with the situation tbvh. He’d know that this could be a good chance to get to know his crush and although he might be a little jittery about talking to them at first he’d face it and speak up anyway. he’d start the conversation slow and wouldn’t speed it up for a while, he’d just want to get to know his crush a bit and depending on how long they’re stuck in there with each other and how well their conversation goes, he may ask for their phone number afterwards, before they disappear. 

The payment contract for the dorms had run out without HUNUS realizing it before it was too late so they were moved to a new dorms. Each of the members were actually pretty happy with their new accommodations because the apartment was bigger so they had more room for all of their stuff. Another bonus to the new dorm was that the staff were relatively nice and lots of tourist could be seen walking by down on the streets below since there were plenty of tourist shops and restaurants near by. That is how Xero spotted you and became nearly infatuated with your beauty. He and the other TD boys had been eating at one of the restaurants just across the street from the dorms when you came in asking for a cup of tea while looking at the dinner menu. As Xero focused his attention on you all of the other members would notice and make a huge deal out of it, which would piss him off, because now you knew and both of you were embarrassed, him more so because he’d been caught and exposed to you. “Yah, thanks A**holes, so mature of you! Thank you very much!”

A few days later, Xero ran into you again when the both of you just so happened to be at the same shopping center as each other. Xero hadn’t known until he was catching the elevator doors to let you on, unbeknownst to him, before heading up to the third floor of the building. The elevator doors closed and began moving up at an irritatingly slow pace before you both felt a little jolt, the electricity went out, then the emergency lights came on. “Well this is all fine and dandy” he huffed in annoyance. He would then turn to you and ask you if you were ok before realizing that you’re the person who caught his eyes back in the restaurant a few days ago. As you were telling him that you were ok, he’d avoid his gaze and hope that you didn’t recognize him. 

A silence would fall between you before his guts tore at him to talk to you so he’d kindly, bashfully ask what your name was. “I’m y/n” you reply, “and, you’re Xero from Topp Dogg right?””Yeah, yeah I am!” He’d be surprised that you knew who TD was but he’d keep himself from getting too excited, he’d pass of the reply with a stoic expression “it’s nice to meet you y/n” “it’s nice to meet you to Xero.” Again there’d be a momentary silence before he’d speak up again, “well uh, this is quite the wonderful elevator ride we’re taking isn’t it? Quite joyous, a bit too fast for my taste but hey who am I to complain right?” This would get you to chuckle a bit which would relieve some tension that had been in the air. 

A few more minutes with a pleasant conversation between the both of you went by before a ding was heard and the elevator jolted back into it’s dinosaur-ic ascend to the third floor. “Jesus! Even a snail could’ve beaten us to the third flood at this pace.” Another chuckle would sound throughout the elevator “patience is a virtue Xero” “yeah, ha, the only virtue I have is treating people with respect.” Soon the elevator dings, notifying you that it had reach your destinations, “well it was nice meeting you y/n” he’d wave as you both exited the elevator “it was nice meeting you to.” “Hey, maybe, if you don’t mind, maybe we could get some coffee or something a talk a bit longer?” “yeah sure, I’d enjoy that.” Xero would be happy, both because he had talked to you and because you didn’t seem to remember him from a few days before. “What a score!”

A-Tom: FLIRT ALERT! FLIRT ALERT! FLIRT ALERT! Like holy shit, flirtation up the ass! Hot damn, holy heavens, that elevator would be on fire from his flirtation attack! His crush would have no chance of getting out of that elevator without him having their phone number and a cute nickname already picked out for them sort of flirt flirt alert!

A-Tom was on vacation when he spotted you at the hotel he was staying at. From the first moment he saw you he’d have heart eyes up the yin yang for you. He didn’t know who you were but he was sure as hell going to find out before he’d leave because you’d stolen his heart without even having to look at him or approach him- surely a person like that was worth getting to know.

For days he’d spot you around town or in the hotel at different locations but just as he’d begin to approach you you’d walk away, magically seeming to disappear around invisible corners or into elevators before he could get to you or even utter a single word. It’s not that he was shy, oh no, it’s just that your beauty would captivate him each time that he’d have no option but to just stand and stare for a few long moments every time he laid eyes on you before it’d be too late and you’d be gone. It’d be so irritating for him knowing that you’re so close yet still so far and each day his determination to not be captivated by you for too long would grow so that he could approach you because who knows how long you’d be at the hotel before you left and he’d never have the chance again?

It was the fifth day that he spotted you, he was on the elevator to head up to his room when he heard footsteps hurrying to get to the elevator before it closed. Surprise surprise, you’d enter the elevator before the doors even began to close and you’d press the button to the floor that your room is on. As the doors closed and the elevator ascended at a rather slow pace than usual, he’d once again be caught up in a trance over your beauty, luckily he had until you’d reach the 26th floor before he’d miss his chance to talk to you again. Floor 20, floor 21, floor 22…………………. Just as the elevator was making it’s way to the 23rd floor it malfunctioned, jerked heavily, started descending at a snails pace then stopped completely before it reached the 22nd floor. Luckily the elevator was a made of heavy windows that faced some nice scenery of other skyscrapers, malls, and even some hills in the distance so neither of you had to worry about the lights going off and being caught in complete darkness. “well, isn’t this just perfect!” he’d think to himself, “just what I need to have the chance to talk to them.”

“Well, isn’t this inconvenient” he’d speak up, clearly only intending that for you because he’d actually be happy the elevator malfunctioned. You’d look at him and agree “yeah, hopefully you don’t have some important business meeting to get to, judging from your outfit, otherwise you’ll be late depending on how long it takes for the elevator to start working.” “Oh, no actually I was dressing up to impress someone “oh really, well that person will be lucky, you look good in that””yeah, you sure are.” Him comment would clearly catch you by surprise but he wouldn’t be ashamed of it “excuse me?” you’d ask “I said that you’re lucky sweetheart. The only time I’d dress up like this without having a performance is for you sweet-cheeks. So, what’s your name? I’m Kim Sang gyun but everyone calls me A-Tom.””Oh, um I’m y/n” you say flustered “ah, a pretty name for a pretty face, how perfect. So y/n, you in a relationship with someone?” “No” “oh, what a shame. It’s sad people don’t notice how lucky they are to be around such a beautiful person like you. Ya know if I was your boyfriend I’d treat you like royalty.” 

……………as mentioned before, he’d be such an unashamed flirt and he’d definitely have your phone number by the time the elevator started working again. “Thanks for the phone number y/n, I’ll make sure to give you a call real soon.”

~Savie