#i thought i'd be a bit scared to tell people but i just find mr knight so delightful and the series of events so natural and comfortable

[bluewhitehues]

Hug | Kim Mingyu

Summary: You secretly like your bestfriend chan,he has no idea and sets you up on a blind date with his friend and hyung Mingyu.

Genre: Angst? (Little bit), comfort, strangers to lovers, fluff

Pairing : Idol Kim Mingyu × (f) reader

Warning: mentions of anxiety

Part 8

After the cake cutting ceremony, you decide to leave the party because you've been exhausted for a while now.

You ask Mingyu if he wants to stay there longer but he says he'll be with you, if you needed rest he'll take you home 'Now I can take care of you officially' he had said with a big smile,making you blush for the 100th time today.

"I still can't believe it" Mingyu says while driving.

"Can't believe what?" You ask confused.

He glances at you with a soft smile, "Everything that we talked today. I mean I could see the progress between us but I never thought I'd ask you to be my girlfriend so suddenly, so soon."

"I didn't rush, you did I ?" You ask nervously because you were the one who kinda went 'what are we now.'

He takes your hand in his, immediately saying "Nooo, I told you I've been waiting for this, I wouldn't have instantly asked you to be my girlfriend if I didn't want that" he smiles at you softly.

You blush, your hand in the warmth of his hand, it feels so incredible, you don't think you'll get over it anytime soon.

"Yeah now I get it why you said you couldn't believe it, me your girlfriend and out of all the people 'I' I have a boyfriend now like wow my friends will have hard time believing it."

He chuckles at you..asking, "why? You didn't date much?"

"Well more like I haven't dated at all, I didn't find anyone upto my taste .. everywhere I went I found shitty men only." You say honestly, tho you have a doubt about what would he feel about this information.

His eyes are a little wide because he is surprised to say the least. so he exclaims,"Waittt! Does that mean I'm like your first boyfriend?"

"Uh yeah is that a bad thing, like does it bother you?" You ask a little embarrassed now, cause you see at the age of twenty-three ofcourse people would have had atleast one boyfriend but it's not really your fault you've had your reasons.

"Hey noo.. not at all and why are you looking there look at me, it's nothing to be embarrassed about." He says squeezing your hand, "I was just surprised because you're one amazing and beautiful woman so I didn't even think about that , all this time I never thought you could have been single...but also you deserve the best anyway and I'll try my best to be that for you."..."Besides I feel so honoured to hear that...that you found me worthy to be your boyfriend..do you know how special I feel right now." He asks smiling so big with a glint in his eyes.

You look at him chuckling, "Well Mr. Kim Mingyu ..I'm excited to be with you in our new journey.. I can't wait to see how it'll all turn out, tho I'm a bit scared but it's you so I'll take the risk and you're talking about you being worthy of me? here I don't know if I'm worthy of you ..you're a great person mingyu and I feel honoured as well to have you as my boyfriend." You say with a little smile, guiding his hand to your lips,placing a little kiss on it.

"Oh my god you flirttt stoppp...again I could've caused an accident."  You laugh loudly at him. He scoffs, "you act like this and then wonder why'd I find it hard to believe that you've never been in a relationship." You laugh at him, "well I might not have had any experience in this but what I can I say I'm a natural." You say flipping your hair.

"Yeah with all the flirting you've been doing with me ..trust me when I say I can tell" he says nodding at you.

You laugh again saying, "yeah and today we've officially started it,so you're in for a ride." You say purposely teasing him.

"Well bring it on then..I'll gladly return the favour." He says now pulling your hand to his face to put a lingering kiss at it. Then glancing back at you with a little smirk on his face.

You shake your head at him,but that blush on your cheeks hasn't been hidden from him.

A few minutes passed by,he notices you yawning back to back ..."sleepy? " He asks.

"Umm tired and my headache keeps increasing" you answered looking at him with sleepy eyes.

"Do you have meds ? Or I could grab it rn." He says stroking your hand.

"I think I have them ..don't worry." You say smiling softly at him.

He stops the car in front of your apartment and looks at you with a pout on his face.

You chuckle at him asking "what happened?"

" I don't want to let you go." He says turning to face you. Your hand still in his.

"Me neither...but we have to ..so we can meet again tomorrow." You say tilting your head, smiling softly at him.

"That's true." He says with a hint of excitement in his eyes ..now he can meet you without the excuses of meals and all, anytime he wants.

He gets out of the car to open the door for you.

And as soon as you step out and close the door, he's pulling you in a hug.

"Don't forget to eat the medicine, sleep well and text me if you need anything." He murmurs with his eyes closed.

You smile saying, "ok I'll ...now go or I'm gonna fall asleep right here." He's so warm, so yours..You just want to fall asleep in his arms,forgetting every ounce of worry you have.. but you'll supress that urge for sometime later.

"Ok for now I'll let you go ..you need to rest, take the meds ok?" He says pulling back from the hug.

"Yes... good night." You say pinching his cheek.

He smiles at you, placing his palm on your cheek,stroking your cheekbone with his thumb then pulls your face near to place a quick kiss on your temple.

"Good night" he says waving at you, you wave back smiling, again blushing for the 200th time.

He pulls his mask up, waits for you to go up and then leaves for his apartment.

Next morning you wake up to good morning texts from Mingyu, you've never been a morning person but the way you're smiling right now woahh.. you're even blushing, hiding your face in pillow, kicking your feet in the blanket ...oh you are so gone.

You look at those texts again and again before finally replying him.

Mingyu: Good morning to my beautiful Girlfriend 🙈❤️

Mingyu: also is your headache better now?

You: Hey my handsome boyfriend good morning to you too🙈❤️

You: Yes I'm perfectly fine now dw

Then you go to get ready for your day.

When you're about to leave for work someone knocks at your door... The delivery guy hands you over a beautiful beautiful bouquet of flowers.

You open the card which says, 'Flowers for my pretty angel... Happy first day of our relationship. Can't wait to make your days beautiful just like these flowers.

~Your boyfriend<3'

And you're hiding your face in your hands all over again. One thing you know is, Kim Mingyu is going to be dangerous for your heart. Cause you don't think anyone else has ever made it beat so damn fast.

You smell the flowers and admire them with a smile on your face. Taking a picture of it and sending it to your lovely boyfriend.

You: Got the flowers, thank you they're lovely🥰 ...must say you're quite the charmer.

Then you get a call from him immediately.

"Heyy..you liked the flowers?" He asks.

" I did ..they're beautiful..also pretty angel huh? Is that a new pet name for me ?" You ask him teasingly as if you haven't been blushing at that since you have read it.

" Yeah you're my pretty angel... And you're gonna get plenty of more pet names, one is not enough for you." You can hear the smile in his voice when he says that.

" Hmm I like that.." you say with your own smile.

"By the way Can we eat dinner together?" He asks.

You whine saying,"I don't think I'm gonna go outside for few more days, I don't have the energy I'm sorry,but we can do something else?"

" It's totally ok I was actually kind of hoping we can eat at home it's more comfortable that way, so I can pick you up after work to mine or I can go to your apartment ?" He asks

" Oh yes that's a great idea...you come to mine this time, I'll go to yours some other day..is that ok?" You ask cause you really need to be at home, you barely have energy to go to work.

"Totally ok with me.. can't wait to see you."

"Me too."

Then you both talk a little more before going to your respective work.

You've been texting throughout the day and he had said he's bringing take out for you both, he also asked about your favourite food or something you'd like to eat.

Now you're back from work, took a shower and changed into comfortable clothes. Come on cause the whole idea was to be comfortable, to be at home and spend time with each other just like that. So you had told him you're not gonna be getting ready or putting make up and all.

Soon he's there and you open the door for him, your heart beating fast with the excitement to meet him finally, and as soon as you open the door, there's him your boyfriend smiling from ear to ear.

You're giggling at him,both saying hii to each other.

"Hii, please come inside." You say with a motion of your hand.

"Uh I missed youuu." He says whining while putting the food on the table.

"I missed you toooo" you whine back, opening your arms for a hug. He comes quickly to envelope you in his arms, sighing into the hug,he says "This feels amazing I think I'll crave for your hugs daily now."

You hum saying," it's like you stole my words cause I feel the exact same... You're so warm." you say snuggling into his chest more. He chuckles at that, making you feel the soothing vibrations of his laugh.

You pull back and he says,"Look I removed my make up as well." And you notice he's also in his casual clothes.

"oh really..I see no difference you're just as handsome." You say honestly.

"Now you stole my words cause you too ..just as pretty, I don't care about the make up." He says,removing a strand of hair from your face.

"Well great thing we can do more domestic dates like this." You say grinning up at him.

"Oh is this a date now? We're not having just a friendly meal?" He's teasing you now.

You push him back chuckling, " shut upp. You're my boyfriend now it can't be just a friendly meal."

"You mean...you're gonna do unfriendly things to me from now on ..is that why you called me here..oh my god." He says dramatically getting two steps away from you.

You whine at him, "Please will you stop now first of all the smell of the food has been distracting me and I'm starving." You nearly pout at him.

He coos at you saying,"Okayyy let's go we will eat now you're gonna love the food."

You're eating, feeding each other, taking cute pictures of each other with food on your faces.

He keeps feeding you until you're about to burst.

You've no idea how but you've got your comfort person now. He just has to be there, giggling ,whining, laughing or making you laugh and you're already warm. His hugs are the best but his existence is a HUG itself for you.

Part 9

A/N: The updates are likely to get late because there's no inspiration to write sometimes :)

Hope you like this update. Have fun💎❤️

[shannankle]

The Sign Episode 7 Thoughts

Showing abs is apparently necessary for good art (taking notes)

Okay but are they talking about having him paint him, make love, or kill him and make him a part of the art (they keep showing the art tools like torture tools)

That love scene was really beautiful, love the way it makes the art very visceral. The way it's framed reminds me a bit of Hannibal and the way bodies there are framed as art.

Ah so we are intentionally blurring the lines here between love making, art, and potential murder--cause the scene of him washing off the paint is pulled straight from a crime thriller. I like the contrast between the red paint and the blue lighting.

Interesting bathroom, the shot is really pretty, but logistically how do you shower without getting everything wet. The mirror is really interesting though. Practically it's a good way to make sure he gets all the paint off. But it also highlights how alone he is here, with only his own reflection to keep him company.

Yai why are you trying to stop Tharn from saving someone?

These guys are so bad at working, meanwhile Yai is telling Tharn not to get distracted from the job they're already all not doing

Oh I like the way the actor plays Mr. Montree. A lot of actors would overplay the sinister aspect to make sure the audience really gets it, but instead of any tension in his voice or body language, he comes across quite genuine and warm in his responses. We can still pick up the tension if we observe the captain and read between the lines of what he's saying. Nice!

Tharn, darling, maybe don't tip the guy off! I'm glad Yai told him that was stupid

Ah hello again Nat's abs!

Interesting that most of the guests are in black, white, or beige, but Mr. Montree is in blue and Phaya's grandma is in red. Of course those are the colors used in the painting and earlier with Art. It makes sense that Mr. Montree would stand out, but I'm curious why Phaya's grandma in particular. Will she become more important? Is she related to Mr. Montree in some way?

I'd love to know more about the artists and art they used for this episode. There's some really gorgeous pieces

Oh no a broken statue I'm getting Shadow flashbacks

Wait why would they detain Art? It was clearly an accident

Dr. Chachacha stepping up to say Art is his patient, what is this Hannibal? Dr. Chalecter over here! It's got to be an influence right? Cause I was getting similar vibes in the opening scenes too

I wonder if hysteria as a term has the same connotations as it does in Western psychiatry. Like is it still a term that's used medically? Or is it clearly outdated? If it's the later, why doesn't that raise any eyebrows? Either way it fits with his sinister role in the story and the way he riles Phaya up to cause problems and make it seem like Phaya is dangerous or hysterical. Say Art is hysterical and off his meds and you can discredit him. How much of that is Dr. Chalecter using some sort of power on people is hard to say.

Huh, even after that back and forth, I'm not quite sure what the show's perspective is here on mental illness. They aren't necessarily pushing back on the idea that it can make you dangerous, even if there's some nuance added. Though Dr. Chalecter did get in a funny burn telling Phaya: you're not mentally ill, your personality just sucks.

Okay I get that Phaya is acting like an idiot because he's scared, but my patience is a little thin. It's just not a dynamic I enjoy. I'm kind of hoping it really is Dr. Chalecter's doing.

Oooof Dr. Chalecter is over here distinguishing "normal" people vs mentally ill people. Rich and ableist! Despite the copganda the show is at least giving us evil psychiatrists.

No don't bring the charismatic psychiatrist into your police investigation! It's like the captain hasn't even seen Hannibal!

Did Kao's body get put into the art and that's why they can't find him?

Okay I guess I'm glad it wasn't portrayed as him killing out of madness or mental illness, that's a relief.

Tharn's visions are getting super convenient and helpful now. I like the touch of focusing on the clock in the flashback

Imagine being the poor cab driver. You pick up a guy with a bleeding neck and instead of going to the hospital he asks you to drop him somewhere sketchy

Why would you sit in the car to get evidence? Wouldn't that disrupt things?

These two have no chill, why are they bickering in front of everyone's salad. Also not sure why we needed a montage of the meeting.

Kitty Kitty Kitty Kitty!!!

Oh Phaya's little meow to deflect, adorable!

Huh the grandma's comments about not understanding people's motivations and everyone losing their minds are troubling. Feels in line with what the episode seems to be bringing up around mental illness. Even with Tharn's response, I'm not really sure what the show is trying to say about the topic. Kind of similar to last week's take on justice.

Kitty makes the perfect transition shot!

Interesting how the final scenes between Phaya and Tharn here mirror Art and Kao but with very different endings. Both begin in spaces where Art and Phaya make and display their art. Tharn and Kao are invited into these intimate spaces. But the couple's follow opposite trajectories--one betraying that intimacy (Kao) and the other (Thar) deciding to take a leap of faith and trust in it.

Art and Kao make love in a scene that may have just been a fantasy, but, real or not, the scene has a dream-like aesthetic that is edging into nightmare. We then learn they fought and separated.

In contrast, Phaya and Tharn talk, resonate with each other emotionally and come together. They then make love. Like, Art and Kao's love scene, there's a fantastic quality, but this one stays out of nightmare territory.

The mirrors are particularly notable. We end with mirror's capturing Phaya and Tharn together, intimate. While we began with Art in his bathroom, the mirrors highlighting how alone he is.

A final thought: It has been 4 weeks since Sand has graced our screens, now we must wait at least a week more and that is a true crime!

[edgelordatlantic]

I have an idea, what if the Reader was basically renting a room in Everglot's home because Victoria's parents need the money. To cover up this her parents tell people that the reader is a distant relative, so for reasons and to do the whole "keep their bloodline pure" thing they marry reader to Victor. The Reader isn't stoked about this but she has probably seen Victor around town before and knows he isn't a bad guy. Reader grew up in the middle class, not in property but not super rich. The Reader is basically a witch and people pay them for all sorts of things. From potions, to charms, and handmade candles. They do this anonymously because the Everglot's don't what their reputation ruined. Victor has probably heard of the town witch before, how you can get all sorts of mystic and magical stuff from them. I think Victor would bit afraid of them but also intrigued by this figure that everyone has heard of but no one knows. P.s the Reader has a close platonic relationship with Victoria and will often get her gifts and stuff like they, they don't like her parents though.

Victor Van Dort with a witch bride

I CAN TRY

i hve a feeling this isnt what you meant 🙁

might not be the best sorry 😞

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+ YEAH LIKE YOU SAID HE'D DEFINITELY BE A BIT STAND OFFISH AT FIRST

+ like he was already nervous about getting married so finding out shes a witch didnt help

+ trust me he's trying his best not to judge but like i mean ... i dunno if i'd wanna be caught with a witch during that era either 😨😨

+ he never tried to get out of the marriage tho

+ no one showed up to the wedding besides victoria and and Mr and Mrs Van Dort ☠️☠️

+ THE NIGHT OF WAS STILL KINDA AWKWARD LMAO THEY KINDA JUST LAID IN BED TOGETHER LIKE ...... " ha ha .. okay ......"

+ he stayed sorta quiet the first couple of days spending most his time on his artworks and studying the butterflies around town but it was him playing the piano that rly brought you two together

+ he'd been by himself , playing v slowly sorta just trying to pass time but then you noticed and snuck up behind him staying quiet

+ " you play ?" is what you'll ask AND HE'LL LIKE PISS HIS PANTS HE'LL GET SO SCARED

+ he like clears his throat and fixes his posture " ye .. yes .." his eyes would hesitate to look up at you but once they did they immediately lit up and softened and he stayed like that for a little

+ was it a spell ? maybe 🤭🤭 BUT HE'D ALREADY THOUGHT YOU WERE BEAUTIFUL YOU WRE JUST ENHANCING IT

+ he liked scooted over so you could sit next to him and he played a little for you with a tiny blush on his cheeks the whole time , he even taught you some !!

+ over the next couple weeks he became more comfortable of your presence and started enjoying you more and more

+ your magic was also helpful he loves when you help him with tiny little things with it , makes him feel special and cared for

+ also as much as he definitely has his victorian struggling artist aesthetic HE LOVES YOUR STYLE AND DECOR it's something so new and unique to him he loves the spaces you've decorated around the house and how you dress and just everything !!

+ needless to say you being a witch doesnt effect how hard he falls for you , you did it alll by yourself no magic or anything he just loves everything about you

+ NO MATTER WHAT !!!!

[ya-boi-haru]

Rewatching Treasure Planet for the 1000 time so here are my brain brrr thoughts/ things i noticed...

• During the opening scene where Jim is freely Solar Surfing the area, the music that plays over it comes back again in different tones: when they take off from the spaceport, when escaping the supernova and when Jim saves them from the planets destruction and that's pretty poetic

• I was thinking "why are they the only humans" but then why is anyone one species. I dont think you see 2 of the same species around. It also makes sence since they own/work at an Inn and the movie takes place on other alien planets

• Amelia from the start clearly states she doesn't like the crew Delbert hired, yet she doesn't push for him to hire a new crew or anything. She maybe be the captain and a really good one, but in a way (despite what Delbert says) she does know who she's working for

• Amelia and Arrows' whole dynamic. "I said something rather good before coffee" (- Amliea) they're besties

• Doplers bulky suit runs on 3 AA type batteries 😂

• When Silver said to Jim "I have two new friends I'd like you to meet" before he revealed it was a joke to do chores, Jim looked genuinely interested in new people to meet. He's finally on a spacing adventure that is based on his favourite legend since childhood and he gets back to doing more things he was doing at the Benbow, so I think his disappointment is some what valid

• Silvers crew either severely sucked up and faked their resumes and/or took out any competition to get that job, which is why they got the job and not a better crew

• Jim built his first Solar Sufer when he was 8 and probably did it as a way to be closer to his dad (I think he was still around at that age)

• In the flashback of his dad leaving, Jim woke up startled and worried. It then cuts to his dad already walking away then his mother crying at the table, so they probably had a massive fight as he was leaving which woke Jim up. They probably fought a bit before hand as well

• Morph turned into a wrench to help Silver, so Morph can hold the weight/strength of things he shapeshifts into

• Its been pointed out that Jim's cloths are a symbolism of his development. He starts with a black shirt and jacket then a tan shirt and black jacket and by the end its just the tan shirt.

He gets the tan shirt and black jacket when they start the voyage, but loses the jacket part way through the "I'm still here" sequence. He wears it again after Arrows death then loses it again when Silvers true intentions are revealed to him.

• Jim and Silver did fasten their lifelines after being told to - during the supernova - but they had to undo them to get the sail at the front of the ship. So if Jim hadn't caught Silver when he fell, even his lifeline would t have helped him

• When bracing themselves for the last Migella in the Supernova, Silver holds Jim and the pole, looking down to make sure he's ok

• At the start of the movie Jim uses a Purp to sus out Silver, and its the same Purp barrel Jim is hiding in when he overhears what Silver says to the crew

- Jim using the purps to try and hint that he's onto Silver vs Scroop using the purp to emphasise that Silvers gone soft

• Treasure Planet was using drabooln currency before tiktok deemed it cool

• The parallels in Arrows and Scroops deaths.

Bonus cause:

Scroop: Do say hello to Mr Arrow

Jim: Tell him yourself!

• When trying to find the gate, the crew threaten to kill Jim but Silver looks worried. When he says "I suggest you get the gizmo going again and fast!" It was more a warning, cause he looks scared for Jim when they prepare to attack him...

• B.E.Ns eyes going from green to blue I think is a little clever bit of symbolism. They started green which was the colour of Treasure Planet (map, portal etc) and then when he got his memory circut back and could help them get out, they changed to blue

• Morph, Morphs into things around him, which is why he copies what people say, he's Morphing/copies their words

• When Silver is saying goodbye to Jim he smiles up at him, showing his non cyborg side

Hope you enjoyed, feel free to tell me your thoughts on this movie, that I feel normal about

[brbabcseu]

journal #1: secrets & stars

Something I wasn't sure I was ready to happen yet just happened and it was... great?? OK, let me get into it.

I told my dad once that I store my memories in a Russian doll. They just make the most sense that way—one wrapped in another wrapped in another. Maybe it’s the ADHD, maybe it’s the creative house we’ve cultivated, but I can’t help but feel the connection everything has to, well, everything. I told him I think of constellations and pinpoint the starts as the glue of my wandering thoughts.

Storytime! Back when I was 10 we were at the crafts store and I saw these.

And obviously I needed them. I have this friend, Sam (she's more like my sis tho honestly, don't tell her I said that it'll go to her head!!) and she had ones like these in purple. I asked my dad if I could buy them to make my room cool and he was like "Whaaat isn't your room already cool enough? With your posters, your sick guitar? Beanbag chairs?" And it's like c'mon dad, those aren't decorations those are just things. I said as much but he already knew he was getting them for me lol, and all for "the low price of free-99". Lame-o.

So we strung the lights up in my room-- dad had to break out the step ladder to crisscross them on the ceiling for maximum effect, but it was very worth it. When he turned off the light, everything was in this golden glow, and I just remember feeling a little awestruck. "It's like we brought the stars outside, inside!" We both laid on the ground to stargaze for a bit, which is a tooth rotting memory.

I took them down the next day, though. Or started to before dad caught me and was like ??? dude what. So here's the thing, I don't always know what's right in a social situation, I don't always know "what's cool", and so I stupidly bragged about my new stars to the guys at school. What was I thinking? One of em, Ethan (asshole) said having string lights as a guy was... hm. Idk if I'm allowed to say this here but it rhymes with 'baggy'. Yeah. My dad was completely shocked when I told him. Maybe I'm crazy, but he also looked almost... guilty? No clue why that was, or why I noted that, but he just seemed really deep in thought in a way I didn't expect him to be. But that's my dad-- he's an unexpected guy.

For a straight dude, I'd say he gave me a pretty good talk abt it. "Sometimes boys like other boys. And that’s chill. Shouldn't be a big deal. But some people can be mean. Really, really mean." He said one of the mean things they do is call people that word when they think they’re gay. Little 10 year old me was confused. Wtf's that got to do with lights? That's not how I said it because, again, child lmao but ykwim. He said it doesn't. Jerks just wanna pick on others for being different. And what he said next really really stuck with me. “He shouldn’t make you feel like you’re not the boy you know you are just because you want to put the stars on your ceiling. His loss. Only insecure people treat people that way.”

We deemed Ethan "not Mr. Rogers approved" and he helped me restring those lights again, they've been up on my ceiling ever since :)

Jesus I rambled way too long and I was supposed to talk about what recently happened!! Like I said, constellations, Russian dolls. Everything connects.

So, I wasn't sure I was bi till like a year ago. I've always noticed it but maybe was scared of it being true. It's 2026, things have really changed, but tiny towns can still be tiny towns, and I didn't wanna find out if things would change. Especially with dad. Which like, why? Y'kno?? I shouldn't have had any fears about it at this point but sometimes this changes the game for some parents and I didn't wanna lose him. OUGH I'm getting emotional just thinking about it, pull it together AJ!!

I just so happened to remember everything about the stars when out w the old man at the diner. It's our fave hangout. Honestly the only hangout in this tiny ass town. My 8th grade dance is coming up soon and he thinks this is Disney Channel and that I'm gonna ask someone hahaha. C'mon man, no one asks anyone out, it's gonna be like every middle school dance we've had so far and we're all just gonna stand around each other awkwardly XP w/e. He's asking abt the girls, which girl am I gonna ask, blah blah. I just KNOW he does this to be annoying on purpose. It kind of struck a nerve though since it's about this... stuff. But this was my window. Dude, I was so fucking nervous for no reason HAHAHA. I was like yeah, there's some girls I would ask if ppl actually asked... but maybe there's also some boys too. I asked him if that was okay. I know, dumb. 'Hey, do I have permission to be bi?' Nahh. He didn't say anything bc I kept blabbing. "I don't want to hide anything from you, I know I don't have to, please say something" etc etc. Finally he put his hands over mine and like, stared into my soul and just said, "Okay." And I was like, "Okay." My god it was such a fucking relief. He even got a big laugh outta me, talking about my taste in boys, if it's any better than my taste in girls. Um, rude!

So yeah, he let me know this doesn't change a thing. I could've criiieeed, I swear (hey maybe I did a little, shush). But it's done! It's out there! No more secrets!! My friends all already know too, they were the first to, and were happy to hear about dad's reaction. If others find out now, I'd like to think I won't gaf. Everyone I care abt already knows and supports me. As I'm writing this, I'm looking up at the stars on my ceiling. I feel they have new things to show me. I'm hopeful for that, at least. <3

[thedawntreaders]

I'd like to think there is a pen pal system for anyone who so wishes to participate in Narnia. It's true that for many, adventure comes in the form of riding into a mysterious forest or sailing off in uncharted seas. However, at its core, adventure is about journeying into the unknown. And really anyone can do that with just parchment, quill, and ink. So that's exactly what Queen Susan the Gentle sets off to do.

You see, despite being in the good company of her siblings, Mr. Tumnus, and the Beavers, Susan often feels isolated and bored within the castle walls. There's a bit of guilt added to these emotions too, because boredom is a byproduct of safety, and Susan truly does not intend to wish for anything more eventful after the war with the White Witch. It's just, there is something so irritating about the formalities that separate her from her people. She knows they mean well, but she wishes she had the friendly charm that graces Lucy or the open wit and jestlike nature that Edmund is starting to sport. And Peter... well, she wonders momentarily if this is something akin to what he feels as High King. How odd, to have so much power in the palm of your hand, yet lack the power to make a simple friend, based on status alone.

Well, that's why she finds hope in this system; for the first time in a long while, she might just be able to make a friend, a genuine one that would see past her role as Queen. If it works out, she'll tell Peter. God knows he could use a friend of his own, not the pompous excuses that butter him up for their own interests. She hadn't expected it to work so seamlessly.

Her partner conversed with her as if she were an old friend to begin with. The envelopes were bursting with pages upon pages of narratives; in fact, the seal was almost threatening to tear. If Susan didn't read the letters, she would think her pen pal was lonely and in desperate need of someone to talk to. Fortunately, that isn't the case.

Rather Susan's partner in writing was a merchant at the core of her city's activities, a centaur always coming and going with things to sell. She's quite the talker to anyone who will hear her and in her letters she claims that she can hook the attention of any child at the market. Susan can see why. There's eagerness in the centaur's words, a vibrancy that makes the pages come alive with scenes of the town she lives in. It's intriguing. She considers telling her to become an author; considers being her patron. Over the course of time, Susan loves her pen pal so much that it scares her. She wishes she could write with as much detail, wishes that they could meet to talk more, but her identity would be given away, and she'll lose her friend. So the letters will have to do. At some point, they begin to send each other small gifts. The centaur starts the tradition during the winter for Christmas season, but Susan continues it. It never quite stops. At some point, Susan becomes careless, excitedly gifting quite remarkable trinkets because it's what her friend, best friend, deserves, objects that the centaur knows she can sell a great deal for, but never does because something tells her she shouldn't. At some point, in the late, late night, it dawns upon the centaur what the crest on the crimson seal signifies and she drops the envelope. It can't be.

It is.

When asked about her identity, Susan spawns a grand total of forty three drafts for a letter she never thought she would have to write. She's built so much trust with this friend of hers, and she doesn't want to lose it.

"Dearest friend of mine, there's so many things I wish to say but I don't have the talent to find the right words like you do. All I can say is that what you assume is true. But please, I beg you, treat me no differently from those you would cherish close to you."

Susan anxiously waits for a response and cries when she doesn't receive her letter at its usual two weeks. She's absolutely positive that she ruined it. Her siblings are alarmed at the sudden loss of her composure lately, never having seen their sister so withdrawn and morose. Edmund is the first among them to figure out what the root of the problem is; once he does, Lucy and Peter struggle greatly to stop him from sending out a search party to track the one who broke his sister's heart. He eventually backs off, but he'd be damned if he didn't find a way to make things right again. In the meantime, Lucy and Peter try to snap the Gentle out of it, but nothing really works.

On Thursday on the fourth week after Susan sent that letter, one of the staff alerts the three monarchs (Susan hasn't come out of her room in so long) that a citizen requests an audience with them. Specifically with Susan if possible. Peter raises an eyebrow. He meets the gaze of the other two. Under normal circumstances they wouldn't so easily entertain a request, but anything potentially concerning Susan is an exception.

"Bring them in."

The centaur is out of breath, but she looks around.

"Your Highnesses," she huffs out, bowing, "Forgive me, but where is-"

"Susan?" Edmund interrupts with a quirked lip. There's something alight in his eyes, the centaur discerns, something along a simmering anger or blazing mischief. She's a good reader at people, which is how she could recognize the letter coming from Susan out of all the four monarchs, but when it came to the Just King she couldn't tell which of the two emotions presented itself more. Then again, she could barely look him in the eye to begin with, so maybe that had something to do with it. If it weren't for his ranking, the centaur would have squinted in suspicion. She knows better than to risk her head for that.

"I couldn't send the last letter as the mail deliverer's wife had a baby and I knew Her Majesty would think something was wrong and I came all the way over here to assure her I haven't thought ill of her or our friendship."

Lucy and Edmund look at each other. The centaur reads the look in their eyes as distrust.

"I'm the one she sends letters to, I promise. Here! I even have some of them as evidence. Just please, let me talk to her. I fear I must have put her in a sour mood, judging by her absence."

She shows them the letters, and sure enough it's Susan's handwriting, a calligraphy that's known across the land to be impossible to forge. Edmund steps off his throne, and so does Lucy.

"We'll take you to her," Lucy says with a smile.

If the castle corridors rang with the teasing words, "We found your girlfriend Su!" and the Gentle became the Rapid with how she came out running to greet her best friend with open arms, well, that's between the four of them, isn't it?

[waterloggedsoliloquy]

2 & 9 for opal!

2. What's something about your OC that people wouldn't expect just from looking at them?

He knows what he's doing. Not all of it can be chalked up to dumb boy who doesn't know better.

9. Do you have a specific lyric or quote which you associate with your OC?

I like this question. Here is his playlist! And attached favorite lyrics like the 8tracks days. I can't say who he's referring to in every song, but maybe you might have some ideas?

Well, I'm just a kid of ill repute / But the skin I wear's my only suit / And you, you're just a substitute / For the one that I hold dear

2. The blocking characters are plotting new disloyalty / But sensing their irrelevance, they're frowning and displeased / The car chased through the mini-mall, amaryllis on the hood

3. All these things I've tried, boy, be cute, be dumb, be wise, be young

4. I'M SCARED! THAT I! WON'T E! VER CHANGE! I THINK! ABOUT! HER E! VERY DAY! I CAN'T! LET GO! I CAN'T! GO ON! I'M NOT! OKAY! AT ALL!

5. Hey there Mr. Blue! We're so pleased to be with you!

6. 'Cuz my heart is my keep! / And yo-u-u-u-u-u are threatening me!

7. The ache of a decade / the cure is overdue / for this brand-new kind of blue

8. You told me I'm hard to live with, but you said it out of spite! / I may put you through some suffering but I'll never prove you right! / It's a chapter that you're stuck on, but you'd rather read alone / I'm an uninspiring ending, but the best you've ever known!

9. Once I was the King of Spain / now I eat humble pie / A palatial palace, that was my home / now I eat humble pie

10. All My Friends Are Falling In Love / I know that if I was to set you free / You'd let them take you away from me

11. The sleeping beauty of the wasteland / Carry the milk or pierce the body with swords / machine guns, flowers, and peacock feathers

12. You got a reaction / You got a reaction, didn't you? / You took a white orchid / You took a white orchid turned it blue

13. 'Cuz what if I become my mother's / sole reputation? / and with no hesitation / i just burn all night

14. You are an unfit rival / By spirits taught to sing / But a tune so twisted now / Like all that's sweet's gone sour

15. I hug myself hard / How come there's peacocks in the front yard?

16. One girl's not so loud, like a convert she believes / She's always been looking for wires / But now she knows none are required / It's magic

17. I can see now you've stepped into the light / You've got those bright kind of eyes that I like / I kinda lie and I can't find a way through / I've obscured my own view / Well I'd do anything to make you mine

18. I just want to know what your feathers are made out of / Is it bruises or roses or cradles or coffins? (It's all those!) / Which peacock is beast? Which peacock is priest? / If your friends are all cripple, all wither, all wilt / I know, I know, I know

19. My name should be trouble / my name should be woe! / 'cuz trouble heartache / is all that I know! / Lonely lonely blue boy / is my name!

20. Don't occupy my throne, give me the crown I own / Lived like you told me how, look at me now

21. Swear to shake it up, if you swear to listen / Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention / I aim to be your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives

22. [no lyrics]

23. Misjudged your limits / Pushed you too far / Took you for granted / I thought that you needed me more, more, more

24. Poor little rich boy, all the couples have gone / You wish that they hadn't, you don't wanna be alone / But they wanna kiss and they got homes of their own

25. What she asked of me at the end of the day/ Caligula would have blushed!

26. [no lyrics]

27. Today I am / A small blue thing / Like a marble / Or an eye / With my knees against my mouth

28. Will you come a little closer now and tell me I'm a / Scrawny mother fucker with a cool hairstyle?

29. Hello again / Not much has changed / I'm still the same / Just a bit older / Where have you been? / How do you like it? / I'm still the same / Just a bit bolder

[its-your-girl-geekerella]

My Issues With the New Matilda (Spoilers Ahead)

Before I start, I have a disclaimer: I haven't seen the original musical, but I did see the first regular movie from 1996. However, I had listened to some of the songs prior to seeing the musical. Anyway, onward!

First of all, I liked this musical. A bit disappointed, yes, but still, I liked it. Oftentimes, I feel that creators of redone musicals or movies tend to miss the point of the original.

Matilda is supposed to be a story about a girl who finds that she doesn't have to put up with everyone's unfairness in the world, so she does things as her own form of rebellion. She helps kids in her class, as well as helps her teacher get back what was rightfully hers. In this musical movie, however, she's already basically found herself, she's a genius, and the only "moment of exploration" she goes through is when she finds out she has telekinesis, which isn't an internal thing at all.

Literally, within the first ten minutes of the movie, she's rebelling against her parents.

Matilda doesn't really learn any lessons, which I find weird. Matilda says, "if people do mean things to you, you can just do mean things back," to which Mrs Phelps calls after her, "two wrongs don't make a right, Matilda!" (Matilda then responds, “Unless they do. In which case you've just made a right out of two wrongs," which I think is the best line in anything ever, but that's beside the point.) Later, Matilda is about to do something (I really don't remember), and Mrs Phelps' words come back to her. However, nothing bad actually ends up happening, and Matilda doesn't have to face the consequences of her actions. So what was the point of Mrs Phelps' warning?

Another thing I want to talk about is Matilda's relationship with her parents. The entire time, Matilda is struggling with them (mostly her father), with them telling her that she's a dirty little rascal and never appreciating her, even from the day she was born, because she wasn't a boy and she liked books.

In the end, she has a moment with them that felt extremely weird. Her father actually calls her "his daughter," which is a redeeming moment for him because he kept calling her a boy the entire movie. She asks, "Did you just call me your daughter?" I definitely thought one of two things was going to happen: either 1, Matilda was going to reject him and say something like, "I am NOT your daughter! You have disrespected me for years and..." etc. OR 2, Matilda was going to forgive him in a wonderful father-daughter redemption arc.

But neither of those things happened. Instead, Matilda just stands there while arrangements are made for her to live with Miss Honey. THEN--here comes another father-daughter missed opportunity-- Matilda helps his hat finally come off his head, and he says thank you. And then...

No, actually, that's it. Nothing else happens. He leaves and that's that. Like, WHAT?! There was so much they could have done with this scene! So much opportunity! Even if Matilda were still to live with Miss Honey, they still could've had a cute little moment with her father. It just wasn't redeeming enough for me.

Lastly, I'd like to speak on these "revolting children".

The entire time, Miss Trunchbull is talking about how "Children Are Maggots", and how evil they are. Obviously, this is incorrect, as children are disobedient at times, but not necessarily EVIL. However, I find it extremely sad that the entire time, Miss Honey tries to convince her otherwise, only for Miss Trunchbull to be proven correct. As soon as Miss Trunchbull is scared off, the children sing a whole song about how they're revolting and trashing the school.

You spend a good portion of the movie trying to get rid of this woman, just to prove her right anyway???

Anyway, the songs were bops. I know everyone loves Revolting Children, but personally, I loved Quiet and My House. My other two favorites were When I Grow Up and Naughty. The School Song was really clever. The choreo was banging as well.

Overall, the movie is really good. Despite the weird relationship and character arcs, I really enjoyed it and have seen it twice.

[delicatebluebirdruins]

the Devil is in the Details

in inventory: email From: Mia Winters Sent: July 18, 2017 11:04PM Tuesday To: Ethan Winters Dulvey, Louisiana. Baker farm. Come get me.

simple to the point almost as if the sender was worried to much might alert Ethan to some thing. I know the common thoughts is Mia did actually send this but my main thought is when? as she is in the cell has been since late 2015 and the doors are locked

Jacks diary: rec room. for timelines sake these are Oct 2014

October 2 Reports say a storm's coming. I had a lot of trouble cleaning up after the last one a few years back. I guess it's time to reinforce the windows and shore up the roof. Maybe I'll get Lucas to help.

October 9 The water has finally receded. The house is alright, but the old house was badly damaged. Lucas is making a fuss about a huge ship that's washed up in the bayou. If that's true, I better report it to the parish. I'll go check it out tomorrow.

Travis memo: drawer in safe room

Dear Courtney,Those bastards are looking for me, but maybe this gives you a chance to escape.To escape, you have to find the reliefs shaped like dog heads. I saw one of the heads in the dissection room underground. Get it. It's the key out of here. Something's wrong with me. It must have been that shit they made me eat. If I'm gonna die, I'd at least like to go out fighting.I'm gonna get a hold of that shotgun I saw in the rec room and make them regret what they did to me. You need to get out of here. I love you, Courtney. Love, Travis

a guy doing his best to help his love get away (this is the guy who Jack mentions in the memo we also find in the rec room who caused the stronger shotgun to be broken)

how to unlock the door in the morgue

Lucas,I caught the guy who keeps trying to escape. I've locked him up in the leftmost incinerator so he can't get away again. Take him out when he's ready.You know how to open the door, don't you? Just remember: 3 a's and a handprint. Do what you want with his girl.

this is Travis this is what happens to him. My main problem is what happened to Courtney? the least thing is her turning into Molded but it takes a time

Mrs Baker: locked room attached to the rec room

How have you been feeling recently? It's been a long time since you came in for your last check-up. I'm writing to tell you that I've finished examining your X-rays. Those dark areas in your cranium are fungus-like structures that seem to be related to mold. The hallucinations and noises you said you've been hearing may be related to these growths. If your symptoms are due to a fungal parasite, it must be removed before it's too late. I don't mean to scare you, but I am seriously concerned for your health.Please come to the hospital as soon as you read this letter. As your doctor, I strongly recommend you undergo further tests.Crawford Lang,Dulvey General Hospital

But I find that fungus like structures bit interesting I can't remember who thought about it playing RE4R and what Ramon was doing but this is for them.

Zoe's notes: trailer

My body's feeling weirder and weirder. Soon I'll become like mom and dad. It's all her fault. Should I run? No, I can't. I'm dead if she finds out. That woman she was with, Mia, She knows something. If I had the serum I could cure myself. I have to find out more.

I wonder when this was written. I think its around the time Mia got locked up (because having a talk with someone violent can be a bit difficult) and I wonder if this was the cataylist for them trying to help people (I doubt it was Zoe doing it on her own. She still had to learn how to combine the d series arm and head to get the basic serum)

Margurites warning Old House bird door

Zoe, You tried to sneak up to the second floor again, didn't you?! Did you think I wouldn't notice?!?! Even after what happened to Eveline, you just keep talking about some strange medicine. And what are you planning to do with my altar? You better keep those sticky fingers off of it! Nobody touches my sacred altar! You think your father and I are idiots?! You spoiled pathetic child….I wish youd NevEr been born. UnforGIVably pathetic yet always lookingDOWN on uS aNd trying to Leave our HOME! After EVERYthing WE'VE done for YOU… PatheticPATHETICpathetic pathetic…If you EVER even touch my altar I'll slice off your chest and serve it up as potroast…

first the idea of Zoe trying to reach through to her parents but Evies control was too much for them

second these were written at two different times. the first half being Margurite being more like herself and the other half that just sounds angry? It seems more like Evie would say that to be honest

Margurites Diary

October 11 My ears have been ringing all day and I haven't been able to sleep since the child showed up. It's like Zoe says: There's something strange about the child, and the woman she brought with her.

-Evie has been at the Baker house for a little under a day (she arrived on the Oct 10th) so Margurites sleep schedule must be very regular for her to notice it being messed up.

-Its a interesting choice of words talking about how strange Evie and Mia are and who brought what (maybe Margurite was dreaming the ship wreck and how it got destroyed)

October 15 I'm seeing things, hearing things, can't stop feeling nauseious. I went to see the doctor in town and he gave me an X-ray. What's happening to me?

October 23 The child gave me a present.

October- I put the present in the secret room right at the back of the second floor, where nobody will find it. That arm is a sign of the child's trust. That arm will lead us to happiness1 And anyone who corrupts that happiness... I won't allow them to live.

1ahem cult cult cult cult. all jokes aside considering what we know of Miranda and the word choice in daughters

corruption meaning: to make someone or something become dishonest or immoral

Jim's letter: Wrecked ship bunk room 1st Deck (where the fuse is)

Dear Janet, Hey, how's it going? I guess half a year or so will have passed by the time you get this letter. Life is so boring here. Day after day, just the same old sea. Although there is one thing that's different.This time we have some passengers sailing with us, which hardly ever happens.It's a couple with a young girl. I think they're distant relatives of the captain. Imagine, traveling on a tanker instead of a passenger ship. They must be hard up! I tried talking to the little girl earlier and her dad shot me this nasty look. What's he so worried about? Now that I think of it, the captian said he didn't even have any relatives… Maybe I'm overthinking this. I miss you. Love, Jim

a little hint of time to how long the Annabelle was expected to be at sea (mentioned in my Mia and Alan post)

poor Jim I wonder how he died. I wonder how Janet is doing as she like every other person waiting for news on the crew was feeling. I wonder if anyone else was suspicious about Mia, Alan and Evie.

Giovannis Will Bunk room 1st deck

It's too late for us, but at least I can let the world know what happened here. I was on night shift yesterday, so I was taking a nap in the bunk room around noon. I was half asleep and I heard a kid, a little girl, laughing. Or was that all in my head? I woke up at 19:30: there was some sort of ruckus in the passageway. Drew, one of the engineers, came in and said there was something going on down below, maybe a riot. He looked pale in the face. He told me he was going down to check it out, but he never came back. It must have been around 19:50 when I heard the scream. I went to the laundry room to check and saw Clark being eaten by some sort of black-ish monster. The monster turned and started coming towards me, huge, shark-like teeth snapping in its jaw. I just screamed like a little girl and ran for it. Now I'm huddled up in the bunk room, shaking as I write this. There's a whole host of those creatures lurking in the passageways now. I can still hear screams now and then, but there's no way I'm going out there now. And that's it: I've written everything I know. Giovanni Finetti

depending on how you play the wrecked ship you can find before you play the tape. Giovanni was infected at some point because he heard Evie laughing

Orders 2nd floor safe room

Special Operations Division Director Alan Droney and Caretaker Mia Winters: Recent reports suggest that if Eveline remains at her current location, she is at a high risk of being stolen by opposing organizations. Your orders, therefore, are to transfer Eveline to our Central American branch for safe keeping until further notice. During transfer, be sure to adhere to the following protocols: Act as parental guardians for Eveline at all times to avoid suspicion. Manage Eveline's vitals via the Genome Codex provided. If the mission is compromised beyond reconciliation, dispose of Eveline

not to keep harping on the things but Alan is Mia's boss and Mia was low on the food chain not only is this an example of dehumanising Evie its also kinda dehumaninsing Mia because from indeed the description of a caretaker is: A Caretaker, or Janitor or a Site Manager, takes care of the security and maintenance of community buildings. Their duties include cleaning, performing simple repairs and maintenance tasks and performing security checks for the buildings in their care.

we don't know who the threat was (partially BSAA but the others? who knows)

avoid suspicion my ass I say this because there were better ways to deal with this sending someone who actually knew kids. Not acting weird when seen by other people on the ship Alan.

another moment of dehuminisation of Evie and they skip straight to "beyond reconciliation" which again makes me doubt they wanted Evie to get to where she was going

Email log salt mines

Sent: Friday, January 16, 2015 12:42 AM Thanks to you guys it's been about a week since my head's been clear and back to normal. And she STILL thinks she's got me! You guys really need to work on fixing that. Not only does she look like a little kid, but she's about as stupid as one, too. Mom and dad are still totally under though. I was wondering. Is the whole "family" obsession something you guys programmed into her? It's kinda fucked up.

so the Bakers were gradually taken over begining from 10th Oct 2014 so this is three? months later. How were the Connections searching for them or did he find a way to contact them from using the boxes containing the d series arm and head?

Sent: Friday, November 4, 2015 2:10 AM That bitch Mia is still somewhere in between Evie-La-La Land and reality. She gets pretty violent, so I locked her up in a cell. I thought maybe Eveline would get mad since Mia's her favorite and all, but she doesn't seem to care. She actually goes and visits her sometimes. She thinks Mia's her mommy. Like I said, your "bioweapon" is fucked up.

so a little longer between Jan and November. I wonder what act of violence was the catalyst for Mia being locked up for 2/3 years. I wonder what Evie was thinking "doesn't seem to care" because of her upbringing I would say it just seemed normal to her? I wonder if it was during these visits they learn of Ethan's existence?

Sent: Friday, September 1, 2016 1:10 AM Eveline's family obsession is getting out of hand. She's making everyone kidnap more and more assholes off the street to add to her freak show of a family. Maybe she's getting tired of Mia not coming around, but it's a pain in the ass for me because I gotta clean up the mess whenever someone new comes along. By the way, Evie's looking sick or something. Her skin is getting all wrinkly and she's getting grey hairs. Is that supposed to happen? It's almost like she's getting old all of a sudden.

Mia still holding strong against Evie's desires despite being in the cell. I wonder what was going through Evie's head when she wanted more people to join the family

Infection Report

This report details the symptoms that appear when the bacterium* that grows inside the E-Series infects a human. Be sure to read this document throughly before dealing with E-Series weaponized assets. Hereafter referred to as "mold". Initial Infection. The mold ingests nutrients from the subject's body to propagate itself, and slowly takes over cells within the body. As a side effect of this, the infected subject gains remarkable regenerative abilities. During experiments, we removed arms and legs from test subjects and found that they were able to coapt the amputated limbs in a matter of minutes. Mid-stage Infection: Once the mold reaches the brain, the subject's thoughts become "in tune" with those of the E-Series asset. If this state continues, the host will lose all sense of ego. Complete Infection: After every cell in the body has been taken over by the mold, the subject begins to lose their human form. Physical mutations differ from case to case, but all result in him or her acquiring incredible physical strength. Containing a subject at this stage would be extremely difficult.

Zombie Ant Fungus (information from Britannica) Once the fungal mass inside an infected ant reaches a critical size (usually about 16–24 days following infection), the ant is induced to leave its nest at different times than its regular foraging habits, and it fails to walk along established ant trails. Infected ants are generally unresponsive to external stimuli, including other ants... Carpenter ants in areas with zombie-ant fungus have evolved a number of adaptations to limit their exposure to the parasite. Carpenter ants in infested areas tend to be more arboreal than those without the fungus threat, suggesting that they avoid the forest floor to limit exposure to the spores. They also practice social grooming and can remove spores from each other’s bodies before infection can occur. The ants have also been observed to carry infected members of the colony away from the nest and from their usual ant trails on the forest floor to reduce the spread of spores to high traffic areas, and they are known to actively avoid the graveyards of infected dead.

nothing more needs to be said does it?

Report One (much of this is redacted) salt mine still you can read the full thing here. but i'm focusing on the bits that stood out to me.

This project was instigated in 2000 as one of several concepts for the company's NEXBAS (next-generation experimental battlefield superiority) initiative, working with technical assistance from H.C.F., to develop a bioweapon for neutralizing combatants en masse with minimal direct contact. NEXBAS was later folded, and all its assets diverted to this project. What makes this project markedly different from conventional weapons is its ability to turn enemy combatants into allies; converting hostile elements into willing servants... The resultant organisms were referred to as "candidate specimens" and graded based on usability, from the impratical and faulty Series A through D, to the perfected E-Series. A common appearance was selected for the bioweapons; that of a roughly ten-year-old girl, to ensure ease of blending in with urban/refugee populations... Eveline's control is exerted in a series of discrete stages, the first of which is hallucination. Almost immediately after infection, the subject begins to see images of Eveline (though she is not in fact there) and hear her voice (which is inaudible to anyone else). Auditions with infected subjects throughout the stages of infection reveal that at first, the phantom Eveline appears to be a normal young girl, sometimes desiring companionship or assistance. As time progresses, she begins making more and more extreme demands, including self-mutilation and attacks on other people. The psychological shock this induces helps to break down the mind's natural barriers to Eveline's brainwashing effect, and by the time mental control is achieved, the mutamycete infection has progressed throughout the body's cells...

1 H.C.F. is Wesker he was in charge of it for a time and it and he was behind the events of code veronica

2 this was Evie's sales pitch. Essentially Evie being dropped into a combat zone she would be able to stop the fighting (the regenerative factor was just a bonus)

3 from the way this is worded the other mutamycete experiments had different looks, but for the way they were going to use them a 10 year old child is best.

4 what happened to Ethan is he heard her first and heard her after getting the arm

5 we see all this happen with Jack when he stabbed himself and attacks Margurite and Zoe

Report 2

... The researchers have been calling these super-organisms the "Molded"; made of mold, and also molded as in "shaped". The name has a certain elegance to it. For the treatment of accidental infections, performing □□□□□ on samples of Eveline's body tissue produces a unique fungicidal serum. 1 Administering the serum to an infected subject will cause the mycelia to calcify, but if the subject's cells are already largely invaded, the serum will be fatal. 2 Since the treatment window is so small, the serum's primary use is therefore disposal of infected subjected, rather than a cure. In exploring the serum's potential, we found that subjecting it to □□□□□ would enhance its effects to extreme potency, becoming a compound we now call E-Necrotoxin, which □□□□□□□□□□□□□ in even tiny amounts. 3 What's been interesting to observe in Eveline's behavior is her obsession with the concept of family. In experiments, we found multiple occasions that infected subjects were compelled to act as her "mother" or "father", treating her as if she were really their daughter.Why did she settle upon family as the theme for her mental control? This is just speculation, but it could be that she instinctively understands that a family unit is better suited to blending into social groups than a lone girl. On the other hand…well, a sentimental sort might suggest she's making up for a perceived lack of "love" in her quarantined upbringing. A parent's love.

1 see this in the boathouse

2 say it with me the serum that Zoe was putting a lot of hope on is basic and wouldn't have worked either way (I didn't think of this at the time but this is why Alan didn't suggest getting the serum prepared for him when he was still alive)

3 I would say its both due to her own wants and what she can infer from around. And this also part of why Village is a little stupid at parts because of the picture we see with Miranda and Evie wearing what she was when getting on the boat so either Miranda didn't have much direct contact with the clone of her daughter or she did and for the sake of brevity the author of the report didn't mention her. I say its the latter. Miranda and the Connections at large are the worst either way.

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Thing I am bad at: Saying no to people

Thing I am weak to: Adorable kittens

Completely unrelated to the above two facts, and asking for a friend- how many cats is too many cats for a single apartment sized living space?

12 notes - Posted November 26, 2022

#4

Mr. Swales will forever and always in my head be the best art teacher I ever had, which led to some confusion at the posts coming across my dash….until I remembered dracula existed XD

18 notes - Posted August 2, 2022

#3

A fic I probably won't write

Throwing this out into the world in the vauge chance someone else will run with it- figure that's better than it sitting with all the other bits of fics in a bits and pieces doc until I completely forgot about it. This is just what I happened to get down before the muse ran out, feel free to take it where you will! If someone does happen to write something though, I'd love a heads up so I can read it :)

Leverage/Sandman x-over - nooooo, why brain???

Leverage stealing something from Burgess estate- family of past cult member heirloom??? Something.

Uber sketchy this place

“Nate?[Guys?]  We have a problem”  “What is it Eliot?”  “They aren’t keeping a vault in the basement, it’s a guy”

Or parker finding Dream?

Yep, we are stealing him now

Parker and Dream head tilting at each other

Break him out, bundle him up

Dream too weak to return to the dreaming

Held back from first rush of power so as not to hurt leverage?

Idk, he is stuck now. cause fic.

Uuuuhhh, what do we do with him now?

Dream tells them Robert Gadling and then becomes mr unconscious

Hardison looking for this dude, like- what’s with all the aliases every so many years, hid his trail as much as possible

Finds a rare photo- Uh guys!?  Either this dude’s genes are REALLY strong, or….

Some of them go to pub to find him

Eliot is seeing this guy and like- that’s distinctive this, that’s distinctive that, wtf

Hob is suspicious of random americans who are calling him a name he hasn’t used in years

Reunion!

Angry Hob is angry- what did you do!  What? No! We rescued him! (Angry Hob is possibly plotting vengeance, Burgess should be scared)

Dream gets wrapped in all the blankets

Immortality reveal

Leverage going after ruby???

54 notes - Posted October 24, 2022

#2

So I've been maybe designing a (tv) Sandman stained glass window and doing screenshots/cleaning them up for references.

Just love this one so much

57 notes - Posted September 6, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Hopes and Dreams

It had taken a few drinks to get them to this point, but Hob rarely got a chance to be open about his longer than expected history and eventually the talk came around to his centennial meetings.  And what had happened at the last one in 1889.

“Wait a moment, let me get this straight- some powerful entity makes you immortal, meets back up with you century after century, and then on your sixth date you tell him he is lonely and say you are just friends?  Geesh, no wonder the guy stormed off.”

“What- no- it wasn’t like that!”  Hob sputtered as his drink came down hard on the table.

“Uh huh, sure- and in the 1500s you didn’t shove your wife and kid in his face only to get upset when he then went off with someone else?”

“...”

His friend just raised his eyebrow at him and went back to sipping his beer while thoughts chased themselves across the immortal’s face.  When put like that…..

“Honestly I’m just impressed whatever he was just stormed off and you didn’t end up cursed or something.  Powerful enough to give immortality without a noticeable drawback?  Definitely powerful enough that breakups tend to spawn legends.”

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Who is Hob drinking with? No clue, but someone who is supernatural or at least involved in the supernatural. Honestly was kinda thinking of making it be John Constantine and having it be a relative of Johanna, but decided to leave it up to the imagination- feel free to insert your favorite character/crossover.

Had this conversation stuck in my head, but it isn't going to fit into Silver Linings so figured I'd just post it on its own. AO3

96 notes - Posted September 14, 2022

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[asexual-hugger]

*Allison allows Adrian to lead her over to where her parents are standing. Allison’s mom sips wine, and her dad watches the dancers on the floor, looking troubled. Allison reaches out and touches her mom’s shoulder*

Allison: Mom? Dad?

Mom: Allison! Hi, sweetheart.

Allison: I'd like to officially introduce you to someone. Mom, Dad, this is Adrian Raines, my husband. Adrian, my mom and dad, Jim and Martha McQueen.

Adrian Raines: (extending his hand) How do you do? I've been excited to meet both of you.

Mom: (shakes his hand) Hello, Adrian. Welcome to the family. I've heard many things about the man my daughter was seeing, and I can tell you make her happy.

Adrian Raines: I'm very glad to hear it, Mrs. McQueen. Your daughter has changed my life for the better.

Mom: Please, call me Martha. I think it's safe to say we're past formalities now. You're my son-in-law. You may even call me Mom if you prefer.

Adrian Raines: I appreciate that...Martha. Mom. Thank you.

Mom: Jim, what are you doing? Why don't you say hello to your new son-in-law?

Dad: Hm.

Adrian Raines: Mr. McQueen. I have to say: your daughter is someone special. I was married once, many years ago, and I didn't think it would ever happen again, until Allison. You should be honored that you raised such a beautiful, compassionate daughter. Thank you for bringing her into the world and leading her into my life.

Allison: Oh, Adrian...

Dad: So you're the infamous Adrian Raines, huh? Allison has spoken about you quite a bit, that's true. Tell me, Adrian. Do you love my daughter?

Adrian Raines: Excuse me?

Allison: Dad!

Mom: Jim...!

Dad: It's a simple question, Martha. After witnessing the events earlier and finding my daughter surrounded by a group of ladies in her dressing room with blood and carnage everywhere, I'm starting to second-guess her choices. You and your friends claim to have Allison’s best interests at heart, that you’re ‘protecting’ her, but from what I've experienced this evening, it seems you don't love her as much as you say you do. How do you figure this, too? (He grips Allison’s right arm and holds it out, where Adrian’s brand is visibly seen etched into her skin) You’re giving her tattoos! Do you know what this probably looked like at the ceremony?

Allison: Dad! Stop! (She pulls her arm away) It's a brand, not a tattoo! And it's not what you think.

Dad: Not what I think? A tattoo is a tattoo. These ‘friends’ you made out here, Allison? They're bad news. I could already sense it when we got the invitation to your wedding. What kind of ceremony starts at sundown and is held in some Gothic-style castle? And then that roommate of yours, Lily, says something about vampires during her toast. What have you been up to with these people?

Mom: Jim, it's her wedding night! Listen to her! And what is this about blood and carnage? Allison, did someone hurt you?

Allison: No, Mom. I'm fine. I had my bridesmaids with me. The only people that got hurt were the assassins that attacked us.

Mom: Oh, dear...oh, dear, oh, dear...when I saw it in my mind, I prayed that it wasn't true...I hoped...

Allison: Mom, what do you mean? Did you have a vision about this?

Mom: It's nothing. I merely thought...wait. You know? About the visions? How?

Allison: Because I have them, too. I'm a Bloodkeeper, just like you, Mom. I got my power from you. All those times you isolated yourself, closed yourself off and told me to give you space, you were protecting me from your visions. You didn't want to scare me.

Mom: My God. And I wondered why you were able to see the same things I did at times, almost as if we were sharing a memory...oh, honey. I am so sorry I never told you the truth. I didn't think you'd understand. You were so young, and...

Dad: Ahem. You still didn't answer my question, Mr. Raines. Do you love my daughter? Be honest. From my experience just at this wedding, it seems to me that hanging around with you and those bridesmaids of hers is putting her at risk. I thought she had moved to New York to get a job as your assistant, and suddenly she’s facing off against assassins and marrying her boss in a castle at night? How many other near-death experiences has she had since then, hm?

Adrian Raines: I can assure you, sir, your daughter has been perfectly safe. I understand your concern, and to answer your question, I do love her. Truly, deeply and honestly. I never would've said those vows if I didn't. She is my world, and I would shatter into a million pieces if anything happened to her. It would destroy me.

Dad: Hm. That's what all those would-be ‘protectors’ always say as an excuse to cover their butts.

Allison: Ugh! I can't do this right now, Dad! Can you just NOT??? (Her raised voice attracts some of the closest guests, and then Gaius’s voice booms out)

Gaius Augustine: All right, wedding guests, let’s have a moment to go back to our seats and enjoy the fantastic cake that our bride and groom worked so hard to pick out for you. After that, if all the single ladies will get in the middle of the floor, Allison will toss her lovely bouquet!

*Everyone hypes up at the mention of cake, cheers and whoops going around*

Lula Jacobs: Cake! Cake! Cake!

Kano Yoshimasa: Cake! Cake! Cake!

Lily Spencer: Cake! Cake! Cake! (Kamilah shoots her a look) What? Their excitement’s contagious.

*A catering staffer wheels in a cart carrying a large three-tier cake in the center. Yellow flowers and green leaves border the edges of the white-iced layers, and at the very top is a glittering plastic cake topper that says ALLISON & ADRIAN: BLOODBOUND. On the table next to it is a big knife*

Crowd: Cut the cake! Cut the cake!

Allison: Should we give them a show?

Adrian Raines: I'm game if you are. Let's do this.

*Amid the cheers and shouts of excitement, Allison takes up the knife and Adrian places his hand over hers. Very gently, they cut a small slice into the bottom tier, their hands moving as one, and a perfect piece of the vanilla-creme cake appears. Allison places it on one of the small plates stacked up on the cart and tears off a portion from the middle of the slice*

Allison: (What should I do with this? Should I feed the cake to Adrian, or smear the cake in Adrian’s face?)

*She holds up the morsel at her husband*

Allison: Here, open up. (Adrian opens his mouth, and she delicately feeds the cake to him)

Adrian Raines: Mmm. Just the flavor I imagined. Ready? (He tears off a small piece of the slice and holds it up to her, and she allows him to feed it to her) Good, right?

Allison: Fantastic. The catering team did not disappoint with any of the food selections. Okay, everyone, your turn! Adrian and I will be coming around and serving you all the cake ourselves!

Crowd: Wooooooooo!

Lula Jacobs: Caaaaaaaaaake!

*Allison and Adrian take turns slicing the cake and moving around the tables at lightning speed, placing a slice at everyone’s spot. When she hands Gaius his, she whispers to him*

Allison: Thanks for that save back there, Gaius. I don't know what I would've done otherwise.

Gauis Augustine: It was nothing. I figured you needed a rescue with how upset you looked. Do your parents not approve of your romantic match?

Allison: My mom seems fine with it. It's my dad that has suspicions.

Gaius Augustine: Well, just know this. Between you and me, I think you made a great choice.

*The guests’ reaction to the cake is very similar to the dinner. There are murmurs of pleasure all around the room, and everyone seems to be savoring each bite. Allison’s eyes shift over to her parents, watching them carefully*

Mom: This cake is spectacular! The perfect dessert to a perfect dinner! Allison really pulled out all the stops for us.

Dad: I agree. Despite the situation, this has been a wonderful celebration overall. At least the food has been top-tier.

Mom: Well, I'm glad you're enjoying at least SOMETHING at this wedding, Jim. This is the happiest night of Allison’s life, and you didn't seem to accept her new husband!

Dad: It's not that I don't accept him, he just takes some getting used to. Did you see how fast he and Allison served us this cake? I'd never seen Allison move that fast, ever. Something’s up. I have a feeling that this Adrian guy put her under the influence of something, and hearing all this talk about vampires and vampire hunters, I think I know exactly what's going on.

Mom: You really want to do this now?

Dad: Yes. I'm not sure if you've noticed anything weird tonight, Martha, but I believe that our baby girl is no longer human. I saw the photographer taking their picture during the dance session, and they both had red eyes and fangs. Adrian turned my daughter into a vampire.

Mom: That’s an awfully bold assumption. What makes you think it was Adrian? We're literally surrounded by vampires, it seems. Maybe your eyes are playing tricks on you. Even if Allison is a vampire, she's still our baby.

Allison: (Wow! Go, Mom!)

Dad: I know what I saw, and I think you do, too. No human moves at that speed, nor do they have red eyes and fangs. She’s a VAMPIRE, Martha. That was no trick of the light. Why else would this whole wedding be at night if she weren't?

Allison: I think I've heard enough. (She places her plate down on the cart, her cake barely touched, and starts to leave the ballroom)

Adrian Raines: Allison? Where are you going?

*Allison doesn't answer. Her face flushes. She bows her head as she hurries out into the hall. Some guests notice with surprise, but she doesn't pay attention to them. She needs to get out of here. She thrusts open the doors of the manor and steps out into the cool night air*

[themarcspector-a]

wip wednesday

tagged by: @blissfulalchemist (thanks! ❣)

tagging: @gothamrains / @amoonknight and anyone else who wants to do it. i didn't tag many people cause i'm sleepy today and i couldn't think of who to tag, but if you want to do it, i'd love to see whatever you want to share <3

basically, last week i started writing this because the idea was eating up my brain. this is just a small excerpt of a longer piece that i'm gonna try to finish soon. but it's for my random fic drabbles set in the d.aredevil universe. The thing is like it’s a mix of it’s media. but I love Maggie. My oc cloud is going to see her because matt's gone missing and i wanted them to talk cause I liked the idea. cloud is not catho.lic and maggie respects that. knows who she was adopted by. but cloud did spend a few years in her orphanage before being adopted. so yes!

“Sister Maggie Grace,” Claudia greeted upon entering the building, a little girl beside her tugging Maggie's clothes. It reminded Claudia of the scared little girl she had been once upon a time, as she stood there and waited for Maggie's response.

Maggie looked at her in thought, eyebrows furrowing inward, before she said with a sigh, and an eventual frown,  “Claudina Rosano?” 

“I actually go by Claudia now, or Cloud. I dropped the 'n' a while back. Mrs Blake, my adoptive mother, didn't like how the 'n' sounded. So she changed it,” Claudia expressed, watching as the nun knelt down to whisper to the little girl she was with. The little girl nodded her head and then ran off, bidding Maggie goodnight, before Maggie turned to her and gestured for her to follow her. 

“It’s nice to see you, but if you’re seeking faith advice, I’m inclined to remind you that there’s a synagogue a few blocks from here that’ll be open in the morning, and I also have the numbers of a few others of your respected faith who would be glad to speak to you now, if you are having a conflict of faith or troubles,” Maggie expressed, making Cloud smile just a bit and then purse her lips.

Because, though she was having a crisis of faith and going through a lot of trouble, it wasn’t because of the reason that Maggie assumed. The crisis was because her life had turned into a mess and she could barely handle it on her own. However, she was perfectly fine in her religious faith. The reason she was there had to do with something else.

“Actually, I’m here to speak to you -- about Matthew. Your Matthew.” Cloud looked away from her, and then Maggie cleared her throat. 

“You always used to do that as a child - look away when something was too much, or when you were caught in a lie.” Maggie gave Cloud a knowing look when Cloud looked back at her, and then Maggie began to walk and Cloud began to follow.

She didn’t reply to Maggie’s statement because she felt caught, even though she wasn’t lying. Things did feel like too much as of late. Maybe a little too much. And though she was no longer an orphan, technically, she felt a little suffocated here.

They stopped in kitchens, where Maggie served Cloud some decaf coffee that Cloud added a bunch of cream and sugar to once she sat down at the small square, rinky dink table in the center. “He’s gone. I can’t find him, and I was going to tell him something important,” Cloud expressed to Maggie, watching as the nun drank her coffee black and listened to her speak. 

“You do know that he serves this city, don’t you - in the way that is...questionable?” Maggie asked, curiously, obviously knowing Cloud knew or she wouldn’t say. "He could be perfectly fine for all you know."

“I know, but I don’t think this is of his own doing. I think…he’s in trouble. Serious trouble. And well, Sister, it may very well be because of my own personal choices…” Cloud took a gulp of her coffee after that and was surprised that it didn’t taste too bad and Sister Maggie gave her a stern look as she did, clearly unimpressed with her right now. Which, as they say, the more things change, the more they stay same. Because, even though Cloud had changed a lot since being an orphan here - religion, name, hair color - Maggie still knew how to read her more than most people did. And it was clear, clearer than anything, that Maggie knew she really fucked up somehow.

[thebirdandhersong]

Mr. Knight (My Beloved) in March and April:

still holds out his arm for me when we walk together and makes a point to open All the doors (shaking!)

still holds my hands when they're cold, which is often (crying!!)

is still the Most Handsome Ever and takes my breath away constantly. He wasn't doing anything except for smiling and talking to people yesterday and I found him completely and dazzlingly riveting to behold (crying MORE!!!)

on a particularly chilly night took off his coat and gave it to me because he noticed I was shivering (the man was wearing a short-sleeved shirt underneath and shivered himself all the way home, and though I tried to give him back his jacket, he insisted on my wearing it) (THROWING UP!!!!)

TOLD ME THAT HE LOVED ME (SHAKING CRYING THROWING UP AND ALL THE OTHER THINGS)

saw that I was really tired and made me dinner one night (and point blank refused to let me do anything that evening) with utmost care

saw that I was really tired another night and made me tea :')

does things like show me posts he thinks are funny, tell me about his extended family, and tell me things he's worried about.... which makes me so grateful that he wants to share these everyday things with me!!

is an incredibly talented musician who likes to fiddle around with seven or so instruments (on top of having an excellent voice). I LOVE listening to him play guitar so much

he is just SO happy to see people he loves that he Absolutely Must hug them when he sees them. Which is the cutest

was planning a birthday gift for Briar four or so weeks ahead of time and called in to check if she already owned the book :')

is (and I am not embarrassed to admit this lol) the most handsome (in my opinion) when (in descending order) he is: 1) serving God (as musician, crucifer, etc.), 2) laughing so hard you can see his eyes crinkling and his dimples showing up, 3) holding small children and playing with them, 4) being very focused when he's playing musical instruments, 5) listening very intently to someone talking

he prays before we eat (every single time) and always asks God to guide our relationship and to help us grow and to bless our conversation :')))

it has not been all sunshine and rainbows (and there are a few things we are still working through) but the conclusion is: boys HOWDY it's been almost four months but I can't believe half the time that I'm dating this man and that I can call him my(my????) boyfriend. He is so very precious to me. I miss him terribly whenever he's not around

[giorno-plays-piano]

Vicious

Part VII

Pairing: Steve x reader, Bucky x reader, Thor x reader, Loki x reader, Peter x reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, stalking, possessiveness, theft, mention of blackmail, all characters are adults.

Words: 1864.

Summary: Transferring to Stark Academy that has only allowed to take in female students last semester, you realize you are just one of three young women among hundreds of students. Your things are constantly being stolen, and soon you begin fearing for your safety.

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part V

Part VI

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You wanted to slap yourself. What the hell was wrong with you today? Why did you tell Peter that?!

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean...” Completely baffled with you behavior, you were deeply ashamed, unable to look the guy in the eyes and wanting nothing but fall into the earth.

“Ah, I got it. It’s Steve, isn’t it?” All of a sudden, Peter let out an irritated sigh, rolling his eyes skywards and rubbing his neck. “Of course, who else would say such nonsense. Blackmail, really? Funny he didn’t call me a stalker or anything.”

“Listen, I didn’t mean it, I’m really-”

“It’s ok.” He closed the locker, slamming its door loudly and making you jump. “It’s not your fault. If I heard that from somebody, I’d be scared too.”

He spent a couple of seconds staring into the wall until he rubbed his neck again tiredly and huffed. It took him less than a minute to regain his composure, and you heard him murmuring, “What a freak.”

He didn't return to the corridor, heading to the sports hall for his PE class, instead moving to the bench in the locker room and motioning you to sit. Feeling terribly awkward, you hoped he wasn't going to do anything out of anger, even though he had every right to be upset at your stupid behavior.

"About what he said," Peter took a deep breath, "it's nothing like that. I don't dig up some nasty stuff in the web to blackmail people. I've never done it. The reason why Mr. I-am-better-than-you said that is because I've made him take me into his little bodyguard group when I heard him talking to Loki. You're nice, and I wanted to help. Of course, Steve started acting like I was some creep, so he refused, and I had to remind him that, technically, he had to report your issue to the administration, not play a hero. I said that if I go and tell the whole story to the dean, Steve's gonna be in trouble because he knew who thieves were and didn't report them."

It was a loud off your mind. Goodness. Rogers called this a blackmail? Really? Just because Peter pushed Steve into taking him into their group?

You were less and less sure Rogers was sane. You definitely had to be careful around him.

"I can't believe he called it a blackmail." You admitted quietly, and the guy sent you a tired smile. "Peter, I'm so, so sorry. It was so stupid of me."

"Nah, don't worry. I'd freak out too if I didn't know the whole story."

You knew your apologies weren't enough, but you hoped Peter didn't take it to heart - if you can take such an accusation easily, that is. Shit, shit, shit, why did you believe everything these guys were saying? You didn't even know them in the first place! Why on Earth did you go asking them their opinions on others if all of them were biased, and every guy could twist the truth the way he liked? You shouldn't have let their words affect you that much.

"Whatever. At least now you know what Rogers is like." Peter sent you a grim smile and got up, picking his bright yellow sackpack from the floor. "Shit, I gotta go if I don't wanna be late. Let's meet in a library later, alright?"

"O-of course." You hurriedly stood up and left the lockers room after him, turning to the library: your Lit class was cancelled, so you decided to go study right away. At this time, the library was usually full, and you felt safe there.

Your thoughts were all about the guys again even when you were staring at your laptop, trying to focus on Excel numbers. Why did you feel like the atmosphere between them was so dense? If they were at such terms with each other, why did they group together to help you? What, because all of them loved you so much? It was ridiculous. There was something else to it, and you didn't know. You had a feeling no one was going to tell you the truth until you figured it all out by yourself.

Weird. It was all so weird. Steve's plan, their behavior, the relationships between them, and your nagging feeling they all were hiding something. Was it them who were actually following you?

The thought scared you to the point you started shivering. Oh shit.

"Hi there," the guy appeared behind your back so suddenly you almost jumped, looking at him wide-eyed, "sorry, did I startle you?"

"H-hi Jake! No, it's ok, I was just... studying." Both of you were talking in hushed voices, knowing the librarian would kick you out immediately if she heard some noise. "How are you?"

"I'm great, how're you?" You could hear concern in his voice: he was one of Thor's friends you met yesterday, and although you spoke briefly, Thor definitely told him more about you. "You look a bit worried."

"Oh, it's Math, I didn't really understand the topic, and we're having an exam on Monday... guess I'll be studying the whole weekend." You gave him your best smile to reassure you were totally ok, and the guy relaxed a little, smiling at you, too.

"I'm sure you'll pass. Thor said you're very smart."

What, he said that to all of them? Was he simply boasting about his girlfriend to his friends or was there something more to it?

"You're too kind. Thank you."

His smile grew wider, and he landed on the next seat to yours, resting his hands on the table. Apparently, there was something he wanted to talk to you about, and you grew uneasy.

"Listen, about these incidents... Thor told us all about it, so if you see any freaks following you around, you can message any of us, and we'll come right away." Looking at his serious expression, his bushy brows furrowed, you hoped he eas being sincere with you: you had enough with people you could no longer trust. "And also... that kid, if he's giving you troubles or anything, just let me know, and I'll tell him to keep his hands to himself"

Oh, he was talking about Peter, wasn't he? He had probably seen that silly photo. Wow, you though, Peter was totally right about Instagram: it was the best news source in the academy.

Thanking him for his concern, you laughed a little, convincing him there was nothing serious except for the theft and promising to tell him if anything weird would be going on. While it should have made you feel safer, in fact, you only grew more frustrated with this situation. You wanted to forget about these freaks and just spend you day like any normal student would, but everywhere you went people were staring at you as if you had a horn; one boyfriend or the other was always close to protect you from some unknown danger, and although you believed they tried to help, you hated the feeling they were hiding something from you. Why did you have to be going through all this? Wasn't it really better to drop off school, spend a year working and then apply to a better place?

Thinking of the faces your parents would make once you returned home, you realized it wasn't. This school with all those creeps wasn't worse than home that never felt like a safe place you wanted to come back to. Besides, all money you saved up until now were only good for buying food and things like that: you'd never afford to rent a decent place unless you found a well-paid job. It meant staying with your parents, and it wouldn't be much better than here, just different. If you wanted to drop off, you had to find a good place to stay.

Well, you could at least try, right?

When Peter met you in the library, the two of you no longer talked about anything important, simply studying together to prepare for the exams next week. It didn't feel off: from time to time you met his gaze, and the both of you smiled. You were thankful he didn’t talk about Steve or other guys or that weirdo in the lockers room.

Once you returned home, you went straight to bed, completely exhausted. Luckily, you did much more than yesterday, so you could rest now, but then you thought of Thor kissing you and bit down the pillow, angry at yourself. Why did you keep thinking of him right now?

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When you woke up the next morning, you felt like something was off: your body ached, your throat hurt, and your headache was only making it worse. Dammit, you caught a cold, probably. And that’s when it was finally the day to meet Steve, the guy you thought was a mastermind behind all these manipulations that were making you sick to the core. 

Anyway, it’s not like a mere cold would prevent you from doing everything you had planned. You left your bed and went to the bathroom, moving the dresser before again. 

Honestly, it felt terrible. It was definitely because of that flimsy dress you wore to school yesterday when the weather was becoming chilly. Argh. Watching your puffy eyes and swollen nose, you sneezed. Today you had to apply way more makeup to look decently.

Steve showed up earlier than either Thor or Peter: you had to skip your breakfast, hoping to buy something cheap in the cafeteria.

“Good morning.” He said with his everyday polite expression that soon shifted into a concerned one. “Are you alright?”

What, was it that bad? You did your absolute best to apply enough makeup and do your hair. Did you still look so sick?

“Good morning. Yes, I’m ok, just feeling a little sleepy.” You yawned on purpose, covering your mouth with your hand, and Steve’s face softened.

“Did you study all night?”

“Yep, exams are driving me a little crazy.”

“I understand. I also stayed late last night.”

Of course, the student council president studying all days long to be number one student in the academy. If you didn’t know of his twisted nature, you’d think he was the most typical nerd.

You spent most of the time either in silence or talking about studies, the academy, and everything related to it. Steve acted like a gentleman and a scholar, albeit a little too demonstratively. Walking with you as if he were a king of the place, he constantly replied to greetings of others, waved to his acquaintances and smiled. You felt so off you wanted to find Loki and walk with him: unlike Steve, he was considered unpleasant by the prevailing majority of students.

“Are you sure you’re going to be alright?” America golden boy asked you for the last time, and you forced yourself to smile.

“Of course. Thanks for coming, see you later, Steve.”

As he finally left you in peace, you almost fell down into your chair, your fever only getting worse despite the fact you took some painkillers. It was going to be a long day.

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Whacky Gotham, Goofy New York, and Chaotic Paris

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7)

Chapter 3: Kindred Spirits Always Find A Way To Assemble

•—–—–†–—–—•

Time: 5:30am

location: Louvre

Ladybug, Abeille, Bunnyx, Trickster, and Chat Noir are fighting an akuma, not anything major, just Mr. Pigeon and his pigeons trying to melt the Louvre with deadly acidic bird dropings, so yeah, nothing major. Just another early bird gets the akuma kinda day...

"Looks like the early bird is trying to melt the Louvre, what say you M'lady, shall we make this swift and- *Loud sneeze* Let me now *sneeze* when I'm *sneeze* needed" - Chat Noir

"For to long our kind has been oppressed, they feed us miserable seeds, when we beg for bread, we shall show them no mercy, as our justice shall be swift!" picks up two pigeons, holds them by their legs and aims the rear cannons "Surrender your Miraculous and your justice shall be swift and painless!!" with an evil villain laugh at the end bla bla bla.

" Anyone else getting Pigeon (French) Revolution vibes? No? just me? Cause I swear he said seeds instead of cake."

"Not the time Bunnyx." - Abeille

"Oh it so Is The Time." - Bunnyx

"Off with Mr. Pigeon Antoinette's Akumatized object!" - Chat Noir from a distance.

"Viva La Revolution!!!" - Trickster

"Dear Kwami, how did it come to a frickin Pigeon Revolution?!" - Ladybug

As the last line is said, Mr. Pigeon fires the -ehem- cannons at the heroes, only for them to be an illusion. In the confusion Bunnyx pops out of her burrow and wacks Mr. Pigeon on the head, effectively knocking him out.

"The Pigeon Revolution is over, we have taken back our home, and shall continue to defend it from the creepy Man of MOTH!!!!" - Bunnyx

and with that Bunnyx brakes the Akumatized object, and Ladybug purifies the akuma.

"Ok, I will admit that last speach was funny, now lets hurry back before hells bells go off." - Ladybug

•~—~—~—~—~—~—~•

" Bla bla bla, nothing important, bla bla bla bla, yada yada yada bla yada." - Mrs. Bustier

"'Viva La Revolution', that was perfect." - Whispering Alix

"It just came to me, but Chats 'Off with Mr. Pigeon Antoinette's Akumatized object' line and your 'Man of Moth' speech were really well timed !" -whispering Peter

"well of course, I'm always punctual with any time sensitive joke/pun." -whispering Alix

"Will you to zip it! we can't have these simpletons finding anything out!" -whispering Chloé

"Please, they all share a broken defective regect of a brain cell, I doubt they could ever put two and two together." -whispering Alix

"Hey, do you think we should start a protest in our classroom?" -whispering Peter

"... Viva.La.Revolution!" - whispering Chloé with a mischievous grin

"No." - Maria

•~—~—~—~ Later when Mrs. Bustier is out of class ~—~—~—~•

"I just don't know what to do." - Lie-la

" You think she finally realized how horrible that hair style is?" - Alix

"After visiting Gotham a few months ago I met Damian Wayne, you might've heard about him, he's just so amazing, kind-hearted, and brave. We had a wonderful time, but then he asked me out! And I don't want to hurt Parkers feelings, I care for both of them!" - Lie-la

"Man, she must be extremely full of it to keep pulling that sh-t out of her @ss every hour or so." - Alix

"Wow Peter, didn't know your cared for Ms. Rossi like that" - Chloé said in a sarcastic tone.

" I'd rather strap her to a supersonic rocket heading for a black hole, and I'm pretty sure this Damian Wayne would do the same... he probably has the money for it actually." - Peter

" Enough plotting, we still need to get enough money, if we want that summer trip, we've already crossed off: Baking sales, becoming a mime, jobs are out unless they're fine with you leaving right after joining, and we can't just ask for donations." - Maria

" I can use my MDC mon-" - Maria

"Oh hell no you won't! You worked your butt off to get that money, you said it yourself! That money is for when you apply to college! I refuse to let you waste your money on our ignoramus classmates!" - Chloé

Thankfully by now everyone was out of the classroom.

" Oh Kwami she's serious, she never uses her big words!" - Adrien

" Then what do you suggest Chloé?" - Maria

" I'll ask daddy to pay!" - Chloé

" I can also ask my father, he'll probably do it if Mr. Bourgeois puts in a donation." - Adrien

" But- " - Maria

" No! The decision is final all in agreement say aye!" - Chloé

"Aye!" - Everyone

"You've watched to many movies Chloé, fine, but please don't drastically overdo it." - Maria

" When have I ever drastically overdone something? Name one time." - Chloé

"Well, there was the time you over did it, by not sleeping for almost three weeks." - Maria

" and after that you got so fed up with one akuma that you kicked him with the force of a thousand suns down unda, you may have scared him for life after that honestly. " - Adrien

" Oh! or the time you went overboard with Peters B-day, and the cake landed on his face! - Alix

"Well in her defense, the cake was great, but it was kinda a mouthful." -Peter

"... I said name one time. (ー_ー)" - Chloé

•~—~—~—~—~—~—~•

Sooo, after all that happened Mr. Bourgeois, Fallowed by Gabriel Agreste, gave a very generous donation, so that solves that problem.And since I'm sure you don't want to see (More Lies) boring stuff, lets skip to two days before the trip begins.

〜(꒪꒳꒪)〜time skip " You're welcome, I'm here all eternity." - Bunnyx〜(꒪꒳꒪)〜

•—–· At Chloés Hotel ·–—•

"Ok are we sure we have everything?" - Maria

" Yes now can we please watch something already, we've triple, and even quadruple checked everything, we're good." - Alix

" I have to go out and inform Tempête and Vipère, before anything else, be back soon." - Maria then heads out calling upon the other heroes.

" So what do you need?" - Vipère

" Do you have a top secret mission for us?" - Tempête

" For the summer Abeille, Bunnyx, Trickster, and Chat Noir will be unavailable, unless they are truly needed, I however will be able to travel back and forth via portals for fights. Paris will be in your care while we aren't here." - Ladybug

"It is our honor, we shall defend Paris with our lives." - Tempête

" Agreed, enjoy your summer." - Vipère

"Thank you, stay safe."  and with that Maria headed back to the hotel prepared to watch movies, only to be bombarded with questions as soon as she got back.

" HOLD UP! You know MAGIC?!" - Alix

" When were you going to tell us?!" - Chloé

"So cool, how does it work?" - Peter

" Can you teach us?!" - Adrien

" Spots-Off, yes I know magic, I swear I've told you before. Do you want a demonstration?" - Maria

They all shook their heads excitedly.

" Ok well, I'm able to Heal myself if I get hurt, but I don't wish to hurt myself just for that, I can also increase my Luck with magic, as well as Communicate/ Manipulate plants, and see peoples Souls, thanks to Tikki. I learned Protection magic thanks to Wayzz, and Illusion magic thank  to Trixx. I'm also learning Teleportation from Kaalki, which I've almost completed, and Mutitude from Mullo, which still needs work." - Maria

" If you can really talk to plants, what did we do earlier while you where out, hmmmmm?" - Alix

Maria then walks over to the roses near the couch and whispers to them, after a moment she turns back to her friends, and calmly says "Traitors."

" What do you mean?" - Peter

" You continued watching Star Wars: Clone Wars Without me!" - Maria

" Ok we believe you, but does this mean we can also use magic?" - Adrien

"Hmmm, let me see" as she says this her eyes start to glow an almost ethereal icy blue.

" Why are you eyes glowing?" - Chloé

"Looking at you souls... ok" she then claps her hands and her eyes go back to normal "Adrien, you can use slight Destruction magic on objects, if you use it on a person it would just cause them extreme pain, you can also cast Bad Luck on someone, so I guess thats good, and you can also learn slight Jubilation magic. Peter you can learn Illusion, and Protection magic. Chloé you can Learn Subjection, and Multiplication magic. And Alix, you can learn Evolution, Intuition, and Teleportation magic." As Maria finished, she saw the star struck looks in their eyes at the thought of learning magic became obtainable for them.

"Teach us!" they all bowed only to get a laugh from Maria in response.

"You would have to ask the Kwamis that, I only know what I know thanks to them." - Maria

And for most of the night they all started practicing magic. And when they woke up, they continued to practice, they had fun and were really enjoying it.

Then came the day Maria and her friends were to head for Gotham, and it was hectic, but everyone made it in one piece after an 8 hour flight, which at this point Maria was glad she sent all of her important luggage ahead of time, because somehow her luggage with only her toiletries and pyjamas was stolen, so all she had now was her back pack on her and the Miracle box in a Pocket dimension (thanks to the training from Fluff and Kaalki)

Lila was annoyed, when Maria didn't even care that she lost her bag with all her stuff (jokes on you she sent that one to the hotel 2 days ago HA!) they ended up checking into the hotel, everyone was with someone, Peter was with Adrien, Chloé was with Alix, and Maria... just had the Kwamis, yup that's right, apparently Lila has a condition that prevents her from being in any room below a quality vip room, so now she was upgrade and without a roommate, good for Lila, and Lucky for Maira, because now she doesn't have to worry about someone noticing her climbing out the window to go free-running across rooftops as Multimouce.

Around 7:30 pm. everyone heads out for lunch... and they leave Maria behind.

"Of course this happens." and with that she asked the receptionist for the directions to where her class went, afterwards she went out and proceeded to get lost, after trying to retrace her steps, she just got lost quicker, and her phone was at 20% what luck.

After walking for a little bit, she had decided to take a break, and as she leaned up against a wall, she closed her eyes.

'Maybe if I search for the receptionists Soul I can find my way back.' as she was doing this, she saw souls of all colors walking by, she even noticed a dark emerald green soul, and a dark blue soul across the street on a rooftop... and then she felt her hair stand on end, a few feet to her right was a bloody rust looking soul, she could tell it was a male, late 20s, average build, and 5'11, he was targeting her. As she opened her eyes  she did a quick scan of her seroundings, noticing an alley, she started to walk again. Sensing the slight increase in speed from the man now behind her, as he got closer, she made a sharp left into the alley, she made it a few feet in before the man started laughing and walking closer, she saw the disgusting look in his eyes, and the outline of a gun in his front left pocket.

"Come on now girlie,  I just wanna talk."

" I am good thankz." she made sure to add an accent to make him feel like he had an upper hand, which seemed to work, if his sickening smile was anything to go off of.

He stepped closer and Maria (the little genius she was) decided to act nervous, which only lowered the guys gaurd even more, once he reached to grab her in a quick motion she proceeded to do this.

She held the guy in a lock until he fell unconscious. As she stood up, she noticed a hand reaching for her, she then grabbed the hand and flipped the figure over her shoulder hard, hearing a yelp from the man as she did so.

When she realized who she had flipped over, her face turned bright red

"Mon dieu, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you are you ok Monsieur Nightwing?!"

"Yeah I'm fine and don't apologize, reflexes like that are key to survival here in Gotham, isn't that right Robin.... Robin?"

When Nightwing didn't get any sound from Robin he looked over to see the boy a blushing mess, then Robin snaped out of it, cuffing the mugger, and turning his attention to the girl.

" Ehem. Mam it's dangerous to be out here at this time alone, please allow us to take you wherever you need to go." - Robin

"Oh thank you um, do you know where Wayne Hotel is? I was supposed to go with my class to dinner, but they... “forgot” me, I decided to try and meet up with them, but I failed horribly." - Maria

"Wait they just left you? and in Gothan of all cities?! What kind of teacher does that?!" - Nightwing

" An instegator." - Maria said under her breath in French, she didn't notice the slight shock on both their faces from what she said.

"Anyway lets get you to your hotel before it gets any later." - Nightwing

"Thank you again." - Maria

She arrived safely, thanks to Nightwing and Robin, she thanked them one more time and went inside, when she got to her room she found her friends pacing back and forth in the room, Chloé and Peter looking like they would soon become two people on a mission to find her, but thankfully she was back, she of course had to answer alot of questions, but that was no big deal. After answering all their questions, everyone went to their rooms, and fell asleep, they had a big day tomorrow afterall... ... and then Marias' Akuma alert went off, ok so it took about thirty minutes to defeated the akuma 2 more before she could cure anything and another 5 minutes before she could head back to her room, and it was now 2am, but she could still wake up early right? hehe (・–・;) right?

No, the answer was no she couldn't, well technically she was up on time for when the bus "should" have started getting ready to leave, BUT turns out Lila SOMEHOW, managed to get everyone on board without even thinking of her an hour early! Maria asked for directions once again, and the receptionist had a worried and apologetic look on her face, Maria thanked her again, and headed out, this time however, she made it without getting lost and without getting mugged, Yay! She even had enough time to get a coffe (Tim special was a wierd name but oh well it did the job pretty well) from a shop near by (double yay!) before entering the WE building.

" You have to start the tour! we've been here for an hour and thirty minutes already!" - Ms. Bustier

"Like I said before, I will not start the tour until your student gets back, and if they don't get back, then we better hope nothing happened to them, or else it's your fault for your negligence." - Tour guide

"Sorry I'm late, the bus left earlier than what we scheduled, why didn't you inform me about the change?" - Maira

"Lila said you were the one who made the changes and that you were just trying to get attention, I am VERY disappointed in you Maria, now apologize to your class for delaying the tour!" - Ms Bustier

"I think you mean “I'm sorry we left you behind in a city where murder happens to young kids on a daily basis” now you apologize to Your student that is Your responsibility." - Tour Guide with a glare that could kill a thousand armys

Ms. Bustier proceeded to apologise to half the class's disbelief.

"Alright then, now that thats all taken care of, Hello and welcome to Wayne Enterprise, where we focus on making Gotham and the world a better place. I'm Dick Grayson, and I'll be you tour guide for today."

As the tour went on Maria stood at the front with her friends, she took notes of everything that was said, and she ignored whatever nonsense Lila was spouting, somthing about saving or dating Damian Wayne, she didn't really care.

When the lunch break came, she sat with her friends until she needed a long overdo refill on her coffee, she walked over to the coffee machine and started figuring what combination will keep her brain working for the rest of the day.

"Press button 3 followed by 5, 6, 8, 1, 2, 4, 9, and 7, that is the ultimate coffee mixture, if your mortal self is up for the challenge." - Sleep deprived guy

"I accepte." she presses the buttons in the exact order and then " Wait none of the cups are big enough."

"Here, secrect cup, from beyond the mortal realm." - Sleep deprived guy

" Thanks" she grapped the very large cup, and filled it with coffee till it was almost to the rim, she put the lid on and instantly took a big sip from the scolding hot coffee (she can heal, her tongue's fiiiiiiine)

"... Not bad, taste similar to the Tim Special I had earlier, but maybe a bit stronger." - Maria

" Kindred Spirit, let us be friends, you have drank the sacred coffee and are now immortal, congrats." - Sleep deprived guy

"It was not easy, but I have come this far, and I shall go the distance with nothing but coffee in my veins." Maria said in a serious tone as they shook hands "I am Maria, keeper of all nighters, and who might you be, my kindred spirit."

"I am Tim, the keeper of sacred coffee and all that is unholy."

"It was an honor to meet you Sacred Tim, may the coffee gods guide you in your journey, sadly we must part ways, for the lunch break is over, farewell..." and with that Maria left to rejoin the group.

"Dear god where the hell did you get that much coffee?!" - Chloé

"Kindred Spirits always find a way to assemble." - Maria

"Huh, so there is someone out there who is also a sleep deprived child." - Alix

The tour continued, and Maria noticed their tour guide kept looking at her with growing concern as she slowly made her way through the lovely coffee, she finished the cup within 1 hour and 30 minutes, and most of the staff kept looking at her as she now held the empty unholy cup, that was said to put people (that weren't chosen by the coffee gods) into caffeine induced commas, but she was fine, if anything she was more awake than yesterday and today combined. So yeah Today had a rocky start, but I'd say things are only just beginning.

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〜(꒪꒳꒪)〜 Bonus Art 〜(꒪꒳꒪)〜

This is what it looks like from Marias' normal vision, to her Soul Vision (~‾▿‾)~

Chapter 3 completed, hope you're all having a wonderful day, and staying positive BUG-OUT 🐞💮🐞

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Love Me A Little Less: Chapter 1 - Frankenstein

LOVE ME A LITTLE LESS CHAPTER MASTERLIST

Member: (3rd person pov) arranged marriage au with Lee Juyeon

Genre: angsty wangsty

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“We buried you.”

The feast before Kim Jang Won is absolutely stunning. Lemon meringue tarts, strawberry smoothies (with actual strawberry bits in them), pancakes and freshly buttered croissants, a gorgeous transparent glass pot with the golden shade of chamomile tea and a beautiful tray of puffs and eclairs.

It would be even more stunning if it wasn’t her view every morning though.

“Hey, um, don’t we have like alternating menus or something for breakfast? I feel like I’m eating the same thing every morning now, it’s kinda getting tacky.”

“Miss Kim, I hope you know you’re the one who decides what the menu is. You chose this set like a week ago and you told us not to change it for the next two weeks.”

Jang Won sneers at her butler, arguably the only person on the property to has the guts to talk to her in a way that could get her fired.

“You’re lucky I can trust you.”

Ro Il Jung purses his lips into a thin white line, scratching his cheek with one of those knuckly, wrinkly-skin-covered fingers of his. “You seem to forget that I wanted to retire last year, Miss Kim.”

Jang Won huffs childishly, sticking her tongue out, now a gentle, thick shade of smoothie on her tongue. “I’ll let you retire when I find someone else I can trust, Mr Ro. It’s just too bad I don’t have anybody in mind right now.”

Mr Ro shakes his head like a parent disapproving of his child, but a house guard pulling the heavy doors of the entrance over accompanied by some urgent yelling tears his attention away from the owner of the mansion. 

Jang Won looks up from her butter and croissant, at Mr Ro, who excuses himself before heading for the entrance hall. 

“Sir,” He begins before he can even note the visitor. “If you could--”

“Mr Ro!”

Jang Won hears her butler’s words fade to a complete silent, only listening to their visitor talk. But it’s strange, because it’s a familiar voice...

Mr Ro cannot believe the sight before his eyes.

“I can’t believe you’re still working here. It’s so great to see you again!” Then the visitor pulls Mr Ro into a hug, harshly patting the space between his shoulder blades. 

The lady of the house cannot take it anymore, not when she can’t eavesdrop on the conversation occurring in her own halls. So she gets up from the table, heels clacking against the marble floor as she heads into the entrance hall.

“Alright now, who’s got the guts to stop me in the middle of my French breakfast this morning?”

Mr Ro turns in silent shock, eyes wide and glaring while Jang Won processes the face of the visitor. 

The man hadn’t looked like he aged a day since he was--

“I’m sorry,” Jang Won scoffs, waving her beautifully done manicured fingernails in the air. “If this is some impractical joke, please do tell because my brain is just about to explode from the sight right now. Y’know,” She gestures to her head and mimics the sound of a bomb. 

“Jang Won...” The visitor strides towards her, arms wide. But she raises a palm and shifts backwards, a cautious half-smile mixed with a frown plastered to her flawless skin. 

“Not another step, nuh-uh,” Waving a finger before his nose, she shakes her head. “There is no way in Hell you can be standing here.”

“Oh, but I am, love,” Once a warm voice that sang her to sleep, Jang Won cannot decide if the tears in her eyes are welling from relief or fear. “I’m home.”

“No... no!” She slaps away his outstretched hands. “We... we buried you...”

“And I can only imagine what you’re feeling right now, my child, but... we have more important things to worry about.”

Mr Ro’s face is contorted with a mess of confusion and anxiety and he watches the first tears fall down Jang Won’s cheeks. 

“What...? ‘More important’-- No, how is anything more important than you... standing here?” The last word comes out like a final breath, at a volume just enough for him to hear. 

“I came bearing news, Jang Won. I-- Well...” He rubs the back of his head, eyes tilted down to his feet. “Because I’ve return to the board of administration now... part of the company now comes back to... me--”

What?

“And... you cannot inherit any part of the company unless you are married to someone from a family from the same administration board.”

Jang Won’s tears solidify into fumes of anger as the thought runs through her neurons. The middle aged man begins to panic when he can read the rage in her eyes, her fists now clenched and the markings of her rings probably embedded into the flesh of her palm. Her knuckles begin to turn white as does his face, ever so slightly.

“Now, now, love. I know what you’re thinking and we can sit down and have a chat about this--”

“‘Sit down and have a chat’?” Jang Won scoffs miserably, lower jaw hanging agape. “Why don’t we sit down and let me ask you whiCH SCIENTIST MADE YOU FRANKENSTEIN?!”

The hallways of the mansion echo the shouts, the sound waves bouncing back and forth between the marble walls mostly adorn with gorgeous, one-in-a-million paintings. 

“That’s not important now, hun. I just need you to understand that without this marriage, you will lose the house and everything you own from HERA & ARTEMIS.”

“I built HERA & ARTEMIS after you were fucking bURIED! Who are you to tell me that you will inherit it ownership and I can’t just because I’m not married?!”

“These were instructions from The Board, Jang Won. I had absolutely no say over this--”

“BULLSHIT! If you have the power to take ownership of HERA & ARTEMIS just because you climbed out of your own grave, why don’t you have the power to help m-- Oh, oh...” Jang Won frowns in disdain, disgust welling her lungs and her gut. 

“What?” His eyes widen and shoulders shrug.

“You came back just to tell me this... because you want HERA & ARTEMIS for yourself.”

“What-- No--”

"You... low-life... scumbag!" The sharp shatter of the glass cabinet behind him echoes through the entrance hall of the mansion. One of the palm-sized statues sitting on the table in the middle of the circular hall lands amongst the billion pieces of glass on the marble floor.

"You give me my freedom and now you tell me I have to get married?!" The final word is literally pushed through her teeth when she cannot clench her jaws even harder. The tremors vibrating up her fist and into her arm and then her entire body makes her look like a volcano ready to erupt, so if these people haven't gotten enough, they have yet to see what's in store.

"Just who the HELL do you think you are?!" Grabbing another one of those tiny statues, Jang Won throws it into the other glass door of the cabinet.

"Jang Won, will you calm down?!"

"Don't you DARE tell me to calm down! You waltz back into this house after GOD knows how long- Hell, we BURIED you!"

"There was a mistake of the body identification and frankly, I expected a warmer welcome from you!"

"HA! A ‘warmer welcome’?! What do you want me to do? Set the entire house on fire? Do you want me to? Because I will!" The man has his brows furrowed back, palms out stretched to her. The mansion staff have all gathered a safe distance around the two of them, Mr Ro and some of those closer to Jang Won trying their best to get to her and calm her nerves but there is just absolutely no way she isn’t going to hurl a brick at her father.

"I can't BELIEVE you're standing there as if you own this place," The muscles around Jang Won’s nose twitches as the frown sinks deeper into her forehead. "I want you to hear this mighty well and crystal clear. You may have been the one who gave me life, but you will never EVER be my dad.”

The huffs that are billowing out Jang Won’s nostrils are starting to hurt.

"There is not a single cent you're stepping on - or touching, for that matter - that belongs to you. The only reason why I haven't fucking put a bullet through your right eye is because I'd go to jail and every thing I've worked for would be thrown out the window.”

“Now, now, love, we can sit down and be civilized about this—”

“Fuck you,” The anger surges through her, and she picks up one more palm-sized statue from the blue resin table. The heavy bronze weight leaves her fingers, and before it can hit the slightly aged man, someone reaches out and catches it instead.

“What the HELL are you doing?!” The scream echoes through the hall of the mansion. Younghoon sighs heavily, hand retreating back to his side as he hands the statue to one of the house staff.

“You have no right to get involved in this—”

“Jang Won, let’s go,” Younghoon strides across the space and grabs her arm, back-facing his father and trying to pull her in the opposite direction. “We can talk about this in your office.”

“How are you thinking straight?! We BURIED him! We watched his coffin get lowered into—”

“I know! I was there!” His eyes flutter shut in frustration, shoulders raising as he sucks in a deep breath, flaring his nostrils. “There’s no point destroying your own property over this. We can carry out some investigations, figure out what really happened, then we’ll work from there.”

The grip on her arm tightens when her instincts try to writhe away from him, but obviously, he doesn’t relent.

“Don’t do it. It’s not worth your time, or mine.”

He stares down at Jang Won, but it doesn’t scare her, not when she has a ghost standing right in the middle of some shattered mess. Not one cut on him.

Younghoon grimly shuts the door as Jang Won stomps over to her office desk and rests her palms flat against the Agar Wood surface. With a sharp, swift feat, she swipes nearly all the documents off the furniture. But when she misses the empty glass (that would usually be filled with some kind of alcohol or soda), she doesn't hesitate to pick it off the desk and propel it into the marble by the television mounted to the wall.

The shatter startles Younghoon as he whips around, eyes darting frantically between her and the mess she’s made.

"Jang Won!"

"Should I be concerned you don't seem one bit bothered that a dead man is standing in our living room - MY living room?"

"That dead man is our father."

"No, that dead man WAS our father before he ditched us! How are you not- UGH!"

Frustrated, furious and absolutely exasperate, she plops down into one of the two sofas sitting in the middle of the office, feet almost tempted to kick the frosted glass table in the middle but she holds herself back. Younghoon manages to get a few house staff into the room, who hurriedly help clear the glass and return the documents to the table. Fingers pressed into her temples, Jang Won could only imagine the gratification she could receive have if she had the chance to ram her first into someone's face.

Younghoon waits for the staff to leave, then stands by the sofa opposite her, one hand on his hip and the other running through his hair. The late morning sun reflects off his soft, dark brown locks when he absent-mindedly rubs the back of his head and he proceeds to unbutton his blazer to allow him a seat. The leather squeaks under his weight before he leans his elbows on his knees, knuckles resting under his lips and chin.

"Please tell me you're actually thinking and not just trying to look pretty. You're in my house now, not some studio photoshoot."

"I'm thinking about where to put a whole person for you."

"Don't bother, he's moved half his things into the first guestroom. He's probably holding a conductor's wand right now and asking the staff to help him with the second half."

"Have you called the funeral services?"

"And say what? 'Hey sir, have you... perhaps mis-screwed a coffin about 2 years back and now we might have a problem of a zombie'?"

"I'm just saying someone might've paid someone to replace the bodies!" Younghoon frowns, eyes stuck to the rug under his feet. "We don't know how it happened but someone MUST know, right?"

"I think your best bet is the asshole living down the hall now."

"He's not gonna budge, we both know that."

"Well, Sherlock Holmes, thanks for pointing out the obvious."

"I'm just trying to help. You need to stop your nonsensical whining and use your brain like how you used it to get all this money."

Jang Won picks up a pillow and hurls it into Younghoon. “You’re lucky you still stick around, else I’d have the both of you screwed over.”

Younghoon catches the pillow, holding it to his side. “The day I stop looking out for you is the day I die, alright? So you can be rest assured I’ll--”

“Miss Kim!” Mr Ro’s voice calls out from outside the office. 

“What is it, Mr Ro?” Younghoon turns and returns the call, head tilted towards the door. It croaks open, and Mr Ro’s eyes are tired, wary as he sticks his head in.

“Your father just left and... and I think you should see the news.” Mr Ro pushes past the heavy door and reaches for the remote sitting on the frosted glass. The television screen mounted above the fire place flickers on, and there it was, her father’s face.

“The Board has just confirmed the ownership of HERA & ARTEMIS will thus forth be returned to Kim Jo-Pil, father of Kim Jang Won, the current owner. Investigations as to Kim Jo-Pil’s supposed death two years ago are still ongoing.”

“I’m gonna kill him.”

“You can’t.”

“Watch me.”

“We’ll be-- Wha-- The Board’s just come in with some new information! Kim JO-Pil has announced a marriage between Kim Jang Won, current owner of HERA & ARTEMIS and Lee Juyeon, the next-in-line to becoming the next Director of Apple, South Korea.”

Younghoon’s eyeballs are about to bludgeon out of his eye sockets. “Jang Won... I know what you’re thinking... But don’t--”

“I’M GONNA FUCKING KILL HIM!”