#my life is crumbling or smth. idk.

[nightfallsystem]

i forgot humans are social animals and that having like 0 irl friends is killing me mentally

[kayesfanfics]

wsppp 😋😋

Do you think Adrian tepes, Trevor, or hector would date a fem witch, ghost or werewolf ? If they would date a werewolf girl, how do you think they would deal with her shifting? It’s supposably painful bc the bones are breaking then fixing themselves in a new form😭 do you think the ghost gf would sometimes have self image issues cause she isn’t really there(transparent) witch gf would be really cute esp if she has a familiar like a black cat or crow (really basic ik) omg and she like has her familiar deliver letters to her lover when they are away 🥹 or she tries to like show her lover how to make potions and he ends up growing plants or a small explosion 😭😭 imagine he makes smth right and he’s bragging but then it blows up into his face 😹😹

I always see people write for vamps but I think it would be cool to include other monsters yk. I have so many ideas but idk how to write 😔😔

Hope ur doing well! -🌙

A/N: I added Isaac as well, but THIS WAS SUCH A FUN PROMPT AND IM SORRY IT TOOK SO DAMN LONG. But I love exploring other monsters, it’s so fun-

Trevor Belmont x Witch! Reader

His knowledge on magic is limited, but not unheard of. He understands the kind of magic Sypha uses, but yours isn’t quite like it. Your type of magic uses alchemy, black magic, the “devils work”. You’ve been cast out and targeted for practicing such things, but you continued to practice witchcraft despite the attempts on your life. Trevor had actually seen you being hauled off to a jail roughly before saving you, recognizing you as a healer around this town

After saving you, he asked for a your witchcraft services to help heal a rather nasty wound he had received, so you took him to your house, where your familiar, a beautiful crow, was awaiting your return. He cawed at your and flew over to land on your shoulder, before cocking his head curiously at the large man behind you

“He’s a customer, my dear! Be hospitable!” You teased, before guiding Trevor over to a room that contained all of your supplies and books. You put together a salve for him, and offered to put it on his wounds for him, to which he accepted and casually began to undress until he was shirtless. You stared at him with a blush on your face for a moment, until he grinned and teased you saying “My eyes are up here, love~”

You allowed him to stay with you for a few nights, which slowly blossomed into some sort of a romantic and physical relationship. When he had to leave to go kill some vampires he’d been hired to get rid of, you’d send him off with healing herbs he’d need to recreate the first salve you made for him. You’d send your familiar out to track him with magic and send him letters or extra supplies, and he’d always send some cheeky note back to you that made you giggle and kick your feet

He definitely tries to help you with your potions and powders, getting supplies or tools for you when you asked. One time he successfully recreated a potion, that is until he got cocky and knocked over another vial into the potion, causing it to explode and blow up into his face, ruining his hair and leaving his face scorched, which made you laugh so hard you nearly pissed yourself as he sarcastically laughed along with you

Adrian Tepes x Ghost! Reader

You often times didn’t feel real and felt like your existence was useless and didn’t have a purpose, that is until you met a beautiful man with pale skin and pale blonde hair, with beautiful golden eyes and sharp fangs. He was mesmerizing and intelligent despite his age, and the two of you formed a relationship, which was soon crumbled by his father injuring him so badly he had to lock himself in a coffin to rest and heal. You haunted the place he had put himself to recover from his fathers attack, and took it upon yourself to watch over him and guard his tomb

After joining Trevor and Sypha on the journey to kill Dracula, you went with them and used your own abilities to help fight. Luckily nothing could kill you again, so you were able to fight by becoming fully invisible, making yourself solid then phase through creatures. Sypha asked you many questions on the journey about you and what it’s like being a ghost, Adrian smiling fondly as the two of you chatted excitedly, as he hadn’t seen you have a friend before

Whenever your self doubts and insecurities about your existence plagued you, he was always there to assure you that you were indeed real. You didn’t have a grave or body to visit as your body had been burned and cremated as to not start a plague, but you had a whole life before him you could tell him about. He’d be able to touch you and feel you were real, kiss you on the forehead to show you you were real

You too didn’t need as much sleep as he did, being dead and all. So you both often roamed the castle together and continued to clean and upkeep it together, rather than restlessly lying in a bed all night. The two of you would have intelligent conversations about philosophy, the science his mother studied, history, things of that sort to get you through sleepless nights. Lying in bed together cuddling while conversing, his hand rubbing your back as you rested your head on his chest

Hector x Werewolf! Reader

As an expert on creatures of the night, he wasn’t phased slightly when he heard Master Dracula had recruited a werewolf into his Court. Despite being half human, you were never treated as one, only being treated like a dog by your fellow species. So you instead took revenge by ripping apart those who hurt you, and Dracula had met you years ago similar to how he met Hector and Isaac, but was recruited last due to your hiding out in secrecy from everybody, you were difficult to track down even for Dracula

When you arrived, you appeared as a regular human, but the vampires could sense you were anything but. You bowed to Dracula and thanked him for the opportunity to help his cause, before he told you to begin planning with the other generals. After speaking with the vampires, you decided to learn about the humans, as you were curious why they would help kill their own kind as well. You started with the silver haired man, and bonded over your shared mistreatment by humans, and he was curious about your more wolf form. You smiled and told him he’d have to wait for that, making sure he’d have something to come back to you for, as you grew fond of the shy and straight to the point man

When he finally got to see it, he watched in borderline horror as you howled in pain from the transformation, hearing your bones snap and crack into new places as you transformed into a large, furry monster. But Hector wasn’t truly afraid of you, just of the pain he heard you in, and he gently approached you and rested a hand on your forehead as he did his night creatures to comfort and calm them through their own transformations. You shut your eyes and leaned into his touch, waiting the transformation out together until it was complete, and you could stand at your new full height, well above him. He’d only look at you with fascination rather than fear or hatred like everyone else did

Isaac x Gorgon! Reader

He is clearly not disturbed or taken aback by monsters of any kind, he’d face one with a stoic face and calm demeanor. You came to Dracula one night after being driven away by townspeople for accidentally turning someone to stone, so he allowed you refuge in his castle and gifted you a magical blindfold that would keep you from laying your eyes upon anyone and turning them into a statue. Ever since then you’ve been loyal to him and agreed immediately to help him with your cause, and to use your ability to fight off humans that have wronged you. When you met Isaac, he was immediately intrigued but didn’t make it obvious. You spent a lot of time listening to him work and hearing his night creatures be brought to life, and he’d even guided you to pet a night creature that was calm for him

Throughout the war you formed a relationship with the cold man, though he was warm to you. Never sappy or super affectionate, but he’d do things like learn Braille for you and create plaques as labels on things for you, fight alongside you and tie your blindfold back on for you when the battle was over, create night creatures specifically to help you. He allowed you to hold his arm as you walked through the ever changing castle with him. He never thought he’d find love amongst all this chaos and death, he didn’t even want to befriend Hector because of it, but yet he found himself infatuated with you and wanting to spend as much time as he had left with you

He didn’t mind the fact he’d never be able to look into your eyes, and you didn’t mind the fact you’d never be able to look at him at all except through maybe a portrait. The two of you simply enjoyed the others presence and company, oftentimes sitting beside each other doing your own things, always having a comfortable silence between the both of you. You didn’t turn objects to stone, so if you made sure not to look at any living being, you could do things like read and he’d help make sure you wouldn’t accidentally turn anyone to stone

[florallylly]

side b: steve harrington

side a side a: eddie munson

side b

explanation post

FORGET THE FORMATTING!!! PLS BE QUIET!!! anyways into steve harrington. his playlist is SAUR bubblegum lesbian pop. and tbh i really tried to kind of blend new/old in side a with eddie and make it smth MAYBE he would listen to? but steve, i automatically pegged him as 80s pop and lesbian music like. you probably listen to bruce springsteen but in my heart u know who rina sawayama is. anyways yes steve harrington coping through partying and then falling in lurv.

YES he admits it as soon as it happens bc he's emotionally intelligent and he knows himself thank u for coming to my ted talk

“Perfect Places” Lorde; “Have another drink, get lost in us/this is how we get notorious” “Every night, I live and die/meet somebody, take ‘em home” YEAH…. steve harrington coping post season-2 and stancy break up by  partying and drinking and sleeping around. like i see it…. i was there and it’s so. desperation to find peace and eventually settling for oblivion bc nothing is better than everything 

“Heaven/Hell” CHVRCHES; this song is so steve harrington to me i can’t even describe…. like it’s so disillusionment with his former sense of self and what he used to attach importance to. and he feels like a fraud and also an imposter, surrounded by people who he’s outgrown. and somehow it also feels like no one has truly realized that vital shift. it’s SAUR “is it right if i’m a perfect actress/playing the princess in distress?” “is it alright if i save myself and/if i clean up my own mess” IDK. why is that so steve to me. 

“Stand Back” Stevie Nicks; like LIKE this song is so everyone wants me except for you/you’re the only one i want. idk…. steve harrington this is so you to me. he is so pining he is so what if he is so i built our future in my head and now everything is crumbling down around me. you have changed me so deeply that i can never go back to the same person i was before i met you. and the world around me stays stagnant and stuck in time, with me out like a sore thumb. like i’m sobbing crying frothing at the mouth…. 

“Head Over Heels/Broken” Tears for Fears; a classic… a classic… but also like a little mashup moment to make it narratively appropriate in my head. also the applause at the end is giving the curtains are down the performance is over… king steve lays down his crown… AM I INSANE IN THIS MOMENT… 

“Honey Understand” Noso; to me this is a little bit of a moment like if i’m misinterpreting this song wrong SO embarrassing. but literally?? i think it’s so steve… bc it’s like in any break up it’s always going to be him at fault because he’s the ladies man and the popular jerk. he’s always going to be made out to be a villain in certain people’s eyes. like what am i even saying but you get it right… and it’s like how can i even keep fighting when i’m already crumbling apart. but also you’ll never know bc i’ll never let anyone know how bad it is … i’m unwell 

“Deliverance” CHVRCHES; i think this is actually about religion (maybe?) but i’m thinking of it as more of a general framework or life view that steve held before the upside down. he’s had to rethink what’s important and what matters like fr…. and now that he’s spending more time with eddie and realizing things about… naur it’s like this moment is his watershed moment and he’s being set free of smth like… his king steve persona?? his guilt over barb?? any other head canon ??? or maybe it’s like his fucked up coping viewed as something that’s bringing him back to his “normal” self… like back 2 parties back 2 alcoholism 

“Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (A Man After Midnight” ABBA; like YEAH of course this song is on here. and it’s so hello steve harrington are you on the prowl are you looking for something so you can actually feel something

“Take Me Home Tonight” Eddie Money; pretty self explanatory like… steve harrington you are turning to sex to distract yourself and chasing the way you felt before. also in comparison to gimme gimme gimme, this is a more self aware reflection like. post nut clarity. but also in my head this is steve harrington meeting with eddie munson s2 and making the impulsive decision to follow him literally anywhere, kick starting everything that follows. 

“Yours” Now, Now; attraction bantering cockiness like it’s all there like it’s everything… it’s everything…. 

“Untouched” The Veronicas, I DON’T CARE IF IT DOESN’T FIT … this song is so important to me and it’s saur…. steve harrington you are getting attached steve harrington you are falling in love. to be clear this is before they get together or do anything like…. this is the pining this is the wanting 

“Don’t You Want Me” The Human League; so basically added for vibes, didn’t pay much attention to the lyrics and meaning. IT’S JUST SO …. 80s pop and 80s pop is so steve. HOWEVER i feel like i can use this as my little soap box bc “you were working as a waitress in a cocktail bar… turned you int someone new/now five years later on, you’ve got the world at your feet” is saur nancy and “the five years we have had have been such good at times, I still love you/ but now, i think it’s time i lived my life on my own” is SAUR steve. like nancy wheeler in s4 reflecting on steve’s changes and the fandom’s reflection of pushing this narrative that nancy was the main reason and the greatest influence on steve’s change. my pet peeve…. let’s not forget the trauma he went through that could have shook his entire worldview. also ??? he’s a big boy with his own thoughts let him have a little ponder. i would add more but i’m not capable of totally explaining this at all JUST !!! ugh but yeah steve harrington you are attracted to eddie munson song

“Forever Tonight” Kelechi; “love me like there’s no tomorrow/kiss me like we’re out of time” DO I EVEN NEED TO SAY ANYTHING??? I AM IN REAL PAIN!!! 

“I Was Made For Lovin’ You” KISS; KEYSTONE SONG. yes they fucked yes they fucked. and OKAY idc if it’s cheesy YOU try to fit in a semi-metal song into your 80s/lesbian pop playlist

“Lay All Your Love On Me” ABBA; OMG …. it is so necessary. that is all. LIKE SO NEEDED. 

“Hungry Eyes” Eric Carmen; it’s literally from dirty dancing like what else can i say… steve harrington is having his little romcom moment. honestly he’s practically one of the brat pack. he’s LIVING it he’s living it

“Keep on Loving You” REO Speedwagon; okay they were killing on anniversaries i just know it. like this is so my parent’s wedding. it’s so puffed sleeve dresses and slow dancing at prom and steve is a ROMANTIC. steve is a ROMANTIC in a small midwest town like. where was his prom king moment 

“Seven Wonders” Fleetwood Mac; lowkey a filler song but yes can anything compare to the beauty of this moment something very romantic. this is on the mixtape for sure 

“(Don’t Fear) The Reaper” Blue Oyster Cult; ONCE AGAIN I KNOW IT DOESNT FIT THAT WELL… but this is a keystone song… a metal song forcefully inserted into the playlist. this is supposed to mark the point where steve falls in love love. but what i got from the song is basically like. we’re going to die anyways let’s just fall in love. i’m sure that’s way simplistic but vibe… 

“Horses” Maggie Rogers; sorry I’m…. gay….? and it’s like it’s like it’s like i wanna be free i wanna be free with you do you wanna be free with me. in a more romantic and AHHHH way but like how do i even begin to try and describe how this song makes me feel like… unreal. but it’s also like a little stop for steve to doubt and think about what he’s feeling and deciding to do ??? idk where i was going with that. but yes my little interlude for pondering

“Black Butterflies and Deja Vu (Acoustic)” The Maine; keystone song keystone song. when steve admits he is in lurv of course. chose the acoustic version bc i feel like it fits better and also i think it’s more of a soft realization for steve rather than the absolute car wreck that is eddie. please understand my thoughts immediately 

[pcssionfrt]

hi hello! name's juve and it's been idk how long since i've been on tumblr so Pardon Me if i make any mistakes. anyway here's riye, your new student representative for evolution! movement. pls see below the cut for a brief tldr on her among other things! also plsplspls smash that like for plots 🤩 !! my ims no longer work(?) so until tumblr decides to respond to my ticket please add me on disc it's @ obiiive

bounced from home to home since young, stability was not a concept known till the age of 10, where she was adopted (this time, for good), packed up and moved to seoul. suddenly—new kid on the block.

objectively, she should feel glad, should be grateful, blessed to have a home to call her own, allowed to keep her own identity, her surname, her things. subjectively, riye hated the neighborhood. hated her classmates. her teacher. elderly neighbor. nosy woman at the register in the local grocers. just about everybody—give or take two (specifically, her parents). though even that gradually morphed when her anomaly started rearing its head.

the kwons were ordinary. human. religion leaning. simple. dash of impulsiveness that had them adopting a child twenty years into their marriage. did they realize that they were signing on for more than they could handle? no. did they regret it? maybe no. when their adopted daughter showed signs of an anomaly, what else was there to do but to accept her? yeah. live in fear.

fractures begins somewhere in her teens, squeezed in between the conflicts of hormones and a growing body. her parents are different now. riye is different now. but the three live under pretenses all the same. that nothing’s changed, that mom’s hand doesn’t tremble when she braids her hair. it wasn’t as if they weren't nice either—so what is there for her to say? what else was she to do except loathe them and herself and the sanctified marble face of dear lord and father of mankind, i pray you help our daughter every friday evening and sunday morning.

sua was the obvious choice. riye doesn't bat an eye when they pitch it to her. when mom cries, overjoyed at the sight of nullivi. when dad hands her pamphlets to the neighborhood church. when they leave, she crumbles; the feeling in her chest full and hollow at the same time.

CAMPUS LIFE: ????? grossly wip sorry

PERSONALITY

chronic self-hating people pleaser. help me help you help her by not getting Too involved. very prone to switching up on people (i.e. saying yes then gaslighting you for making her say yes). has unaddressed anger issues but also bad abandonment issues, overall her parents raised her to be a sweet christian girl and riye will do everything in her power to emulate it till she implodes or smth. in short: nice but not very sincere.

WANTED

“the friends she shows her parents” — essentially nice looking non-threatening people that she hangs out with, documents in photos and name drops to show her parents. preferably with normie anomalies as to not spook them. riye has nothing against them, but there’s underlying disgust for anything associated to her parents (even if she’s the one putting them in the situation). note: often leaves group hangouts w/o saying bye. walks right by you on campus like she’s never seen you before. doesn’t bother remembering the big things but will remember little things (food preferences, allergies) so you’re ? does she or doesn’t she care /:

“the (ex) boyfriend she shows her parents” — the first and only boy she’s introduced to her parents. idk yall probably broke up a while back because of how much her parents loved you (and she did, also, some kind of l word you) and it gave her the ick. v likely did not tell her parents yall broke up. note: constantly, and i mean constantly, gaslighted you. Did apologize when she realized but yk, damage done is damage done.

overall: friends she actually likes, former friend/exes who thinks she’s fake af, exes/fwbs/the works. i preference deeper connects over shallow surface relationships and i’m down to write anything from dark and saucy to crack!

[ge]

sumt about chung myung having a (relatively) softer heart than tang bo makes me melt... u can see tang bo doesn't reach out to things that he feels doesn't need it, but chung myung actively takes things into his heart... man i love how they're so diff from how they're presented as. usually the smiley, touchy one would be the self sacrificial one

(idk where this is from but is tang bo actually cold to others when not in front of chung myung...? this is such a popular thing i see in works lol)

yall genuinely have no idea how often im thinking about tangchung character studies theyre so interesting to pick and prod at.. chung myung keeping his softness under so many many layers of rock hard defense and even when u get close enough to him to break those walls down, hes so unused to being unprotected that gentleness feels like something that has to be coerced, gripped, and dragged out of him, affection making his chest feel clogged and cumbersome, and love felt so heavily it feels like it could bring down the sky.. he feels with such an overwhelming excessiveness that displaying it freely in any way other than casual familiarity feels like humiliation, and asking for it in return even more shameful.. he is a empty house hungry to be lived in and yearning for a flame but he would much rather let his terse and concise and seemingly brutish actions speak louder than his softness, no matter how it may end up being interpreted....my long winded way of saying i think chung myung has an extreme hedgehog dilemma and is a tsundere about it

tang bo is a little trickier for me to get a read on maybe bc i hvnt read much about him yet and most of my knowledge of him comes from fics & twt users LOL (which im aware are mostly extremely ooc..it kinda grates on me knowing most or all of my knowledge of him is secondhand and distorted) but i must agree with you.. the tang bo in my head is predominately headcanon ive built up myself so whatever i say about him might be extremely off the mark but idgaf..i like the version of him i have in my head currently..

compared to chung myung, tang bo feels hrmmm..more sociable but impersonal.. im not sure if he can be called cold exactly, but he doesnt seem to show much care or affection to anyone he isnt particularly close with.. he seems to have an almost impassive business type relationship with most people, including his family though it should be mentioned aside from chung myung, he is also friendly towards chung mun and chung jin, having been said to drink w the three of them often.. from what ive seen he seems to treat them like a second family in a sort of way? i attribute tang bos dispassionate demeanor to his family, the way he was raised formed a sort of crust around not, not so much a wall but a poker face..and chung myung was the first person who directly challenged the monotony of his life

smth about the dichotomy of their natures is sooo interesting urhg.. tang bo, a young master of a reputable rich family given everything he could ever want for, taught to be upright and gallant since birth, wearing the seemingly permanent mask of impersonality and tranquility that was hammered into him since young, meeting someone who brought back colour into his dull world for the first time in his life and suddenly that mask starts crumbling and tang bo finds himself happy in a way he was never allowed to be under the watchful eye of his familys strict elders

compared to chung myung whos life was nearly the complete opposite, an orphan taken in and raised in a sect by people who showered him w as much uninhibited familial love as he could want for, taught him to be honourable and respectable, grows up w a penchant for keeping his true emotions hidden deep underneath his surface, not out of malice or obligation but because, unlike tang bo, it was simply how he was..meeting and befriending tang bo made him begin to WANT, for the very first time..to actually show someone how deeply he can care, to peel back the veil and show someone the desperation for intimacy he desires so profoundly that buzzes underneath his skin in a way he couldnt, wouldnt, speak of out of the sheer indignity of it all...yeah so basically what im saying again is that hes tsundere and tang bo saw that and was like i need that gay boy

[ipegchangbin]

I like the name of power thought anon <3 btw I didn't really come up with the term...idk if you know these you tubers but they're called noel miller and Cody ko and they have a series called "that's cringe" where they react to/comment on cringe/corny/cheesy content and of those videos is about an alpha male routine and the guy in the video had a book called "POWERTHOUGHTS" and they made fun of it , so know every time I think of smth remotely smart my brain goes POWERTHOUGHT

tw mommy kink ( maybe ), subspace, nicknames like good boy <33

n e ways here's a power thought :

the act of masturbating in front of reader makes channie a bit uneasy. this is something no one has ever seen and since he's extra shy having 100% of readers attention makes him nervous.he covers his eyes first and keeps them shut but with gentle and encouraging coaxing, he opens his eyes and really tries hard to keep looking at her but its hard </3 yet still they tell him to keep stroking himself and talking to him in a soothing voice, encouraging him <33 I found this OF model on tiktok who does mommy role-plays ( don't judge me im fragile and sensitive 😭😭😭😭) their @ is mrslevicoralynn and im gonna come clean here...she makes me weak in the knees

there's this one video where she bends down to the camera, smiles and softly says "did you make a mess?" and wipes the lens NOW IMAGINE....reader saying the same thing after channie cums and cleaning him up. somehow jerking off under readers scrutinising stare made channie have an orgasm so intense it leaves him in subspace. so reader gives their best and cleans him up and massages his legs and shoulders that were straining under the stress of trying not to come too soon. they pepper kisses on his face and neck and tell him that he did well. he gets called a good boy which just makes him preen under the praise and he weakly tries to hug them closer to himself. "channie was good, channie was good" is a mantra he keeps muttering to himself until he conks out in readers arms

thank u for having me and thank u to everyone who liked the prompt and thank u for entertaining my nonsense , much love to u <3

welcome back powerthought anon!!! and happy birthday to our subject in question, poor subby chan !!!

the thing about crybaby chan that gets us all going is that, as you said, he’s shy. in that state, he’s completely vulnerable: you have your eyes all on his body, going over his sensitive areas, and he could feel his skin burn up even if you’re a meter or two apart. you’re touching him with your gaze alone and he already feels like he could see white.

just imagine the look he gives you when he finally stops being so shy. beady eyes that look up to you with hearts in them, lips in a natural pout to show that he’s subconsciously asking for kisses, his cheeks and huge nose heated and flushing with color…couple that with the sweet whimpers he makes as he’s losing the ability to form words and coherent sentences under all the desperation and need for you 😵‍💫

you praise him over and over, knowing that he loves your calming voice whispering sweet things the most. “that’s it, good boys don’t stop. make a mess for me, don’t worry, i’ll take care of you.”

in contrast to your sweet talk, all he could do is mutter “ah” and “oh y/n” over and over again, but you can’t blame him when he went from reeling in pure shock to having the love of his life eat him up without actually doing much.

except at some point, i’m sure he slips and calls you “mommy” as he’s about to finish (in this household, pet names are gender neutral). that’s when you fully realize that he’s in subspace, and you can watch him slip in real time.

“ah, y/n, y/n—hmm, mhmm, m-mommy, i need mommy.”

“does my good boy want me?”

“y-yes! channie needs mommy. baby’s been good!”

you’d usually tease him if he’s truly been good considering the fact that he was touching himself without your permission, but you just can’t now; not when he’s crumbling like this.

he grabs around any piece of your skin, mind hazy and body reacting as if he doesn’t know what to do, only to be completely overwhelmed by his orgasm. he literally doesn’t even have the capacity to think and be aware of how embarrassing he might look: to you, though, it’s never pathetic. he’s always adorable and beautiful to you.

you uttering “mommy’s here” is more than enough to have him clinging to you like a koala. he’s probably a trembling mess by then and you have to clean up a lot. that boy cums a lot but he’s just being good for you!!

he loves it when you care for him. it’s something he still feels guilty about considering he’s usually the one caring for others, but he gets off on the thought that your words aren’t empty. you love him, he loves that you love him, and he loves you too :’))

p.s. holy shit no wonder your anon name sounded familiar!! i havent watched cody ko and noel miller in SO long 😭 BUT IT FITS

p.p.s. no judgements here at all in fact iM LITERALLY GRATEFUL YOU SHARED THAT MODELS ACCOUNT,,, my tiktok fyp is too full of dumb shit i needed more hot stuff like that </3 never feel guilty for indulging !!!

[lotus-pear]

GOD I LOVE KNKDZ SM I wanna hold them and treasure them like literally they could be so precious they have so much potential and ik we have to wait a few more months but I'm sooo fuckin excited to see if they have a reunion if they don't I'll probs cry from stress or smth like even if someone doesn't ship it they're partners istg they are soo important and I hope we can see more of them in action cuz kunikida has been crying (canon) from stress and trying to bring shit together, like he was really working on gathering the members together again and like poor bby I feel so bad he needs a warm hug, also I feel like getting your hands cut off and your ideals crumbling in front of you was traumatic like he's ok now physically but I feel so bad and dazai is being fucking shot and falling of an elevator while defeating fyodor and walking it all of like ??? I need a sick fic with knkdz and the ada in general he deserves that and I hope so fucking sooo FUCKING much that they get a fuckin reunion like this is all I can talk and think abt now I keep repeating myself, I hope atsushi, dazai and kunikida get one bc I miss their trio so idk what is happening now that s5 is over and the Manga is catching up in a few months bc we saw that they're fighting again like oh fuck ngl I hope dazai gets hurt more so more sickfics or maybe Canon sickfics like in it actually fucking happens in the series but whatever in the end I want the ada to be safe again and destress a little bc oh my god this was their biggest fucking mission in their life and its been going on practically since the guild but whatever I have so so so so so so high hopes for the future and the rise of knkdz (I also ship skk but knkdz is my no. 1 and need way more of them) I hope knkdz will rise and conquer we have to get our fucking game up us knkdz advocates we have a DUTY anyways love ya ur so hot for that knkdz vs skk rant its fucking unfair pls pls pls pls post more knkdz I'm going feral its my last will to live I will kms if the Manga doesn't have them I will defenestrate asagiri I will find him trust me I fucking will anyways anywho anyfuckingway thank you for being a part of the knkdz cult we can soo win we just have to wait for asagiri and like OMG I just had SUCH a dopamine rush like I practically almost jumped bc IM SO EXCITED to see them YOU DONT UNDERSTAND I LOVE THEM SO MUCH PLS PLS PLS ASAGIRI PLS DONT DO THIS TO ME I CAN HEAR THEM I CANNN HEAAAAAR THEM PLS PLS PLS DONT PUNISH ME I WANT MORE KNKDZ I WILL FUCKING COMBUST anyways ur so cool and ur art is fuckin awesome have a great day and new year hopefully full with happiness, success, change, and kunikidazai

REAL OMFG‼️‼️ bitches forget that kunikida has been partnered with dazai for two entire years, only one less year than dazai’s partnership w chuuya (before ur like noooo it was seven!!!!! that doesn’t count. chuuya and dazai met at fifteen and didn’t even get partnered that year. it was only during the events of stormbringer when mori realized the only counter to chuuyas corruption was dazai’s ability and he made them go on missions together like they did during the arahabaki incident and they became known as double black. dazai left the mafia when he was eighteen due to oda’s death)

anyway knkdz have also had to trust each other with their lives time and time again and kunikida values this trust more than anything, always relying on dazai even if dazai pisses him the fuck off. dazai says himself that the ada is home to him when talking abt it to sigma, AND WHAT IS HOME BUT A PLACE FILLED WITH HAPPINESS AND THOSE WHOM YOU LOVE DEARLY AND WOULD DO ANYTHING TO PROTECT

[thejavavoid]

so guess who found out abt incorrect quotes generators.

just make random assumptions for what generation these relate to or smth idk

Donnie: Please say words of encouragement to me so I don’t murder someone right now.  April: There are no books in prison.  Donnie: *sighs* Thank you.

Mikey: I'm going to get myself some soup. April: Be careful not to burn yourself, it's hot. Mikey: Pfft, I won't burn myself. 30 seconds later Mikey, entering the room: I burned myself.

Casey: Oh, here’s my award for the most rules broken!  April: That’s not an award, it’s an angry letter from our boss.  Casey, hanging it on his wall: Well, it has the word ‘most’ in it, so I’m calling it an award! 

Donnie: I’m the smartest, wisest person in this group. Casey: Really? Then why is your hand stuck in a vending machine? Donnie: I paid for my Mars Bar, I’m getting my Mars Bar.

April: Hello, my name is Failure, and you're watching my life crumble into pieces. April: waves her finger and sings like she's in a Disney Channel intro

April: Okay, I’m going to get the wedding cake. Casey: Perfect, while you do that I’ll check on the ring bear. April: … April: You mean ring bearER, right? Casey: … April: Look me in the eyes and tell me you are not going to bring a dangerous wild animal to our wedding. (ok this one is definitely 2k3)

Donnie: I'm not creepy. Donnie: I'm petty. Donnie: There's a difference, ya' know.

Mikey: The risk I took was calculated but, man, am I bad at math.

[19180901]

⤵ I think of her so much, it drives me crazy...

. . 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 .ᐟ

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✣ . Lloyd x anti-hero!fem!reader.

Reader description:

➟ Y/n is an anti-hero and wanted woman that has a pretty long record of crimes. It’s not big crimes like murdering someone or stuff like that, small crimes that are still considered crimes and are obviously punishable. Nonetheless, she still does good things such as helping people that need assistance, giving back that one old woman her purse that got stolen, yeah. Such a girlboss fr

➟ CW: Relationship moves pretty fast (it's Ninjago, what do you expect? Slowburns?), fights, minor injuries.

F/n = Fake name

There's like 5k+ words idk

A/N: ( Sorry for all the fem readers in my posts! I'll try making more diverse readers in my future works. <3)

I'm not making a part two (this is already long enough). The ending is up to you :)

IMPORTANT A/N REGARDING THE STORY AT THE END PLS READ

- <3

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KAI WHERE ARE YOU WE’RE GETTING COOKED ALIVE IN THE DUNGEON

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wdym what

come help us or smth wtf

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don’t tell me you still didn’t save my number you idiot

if we die im gonna tell master wu it’s your fault

You stared at your screen, incredibly confused as you tried to figure out who just texted you and called you by the name of the Master of Fire. But based on what they said, it is most likely one of the famous Ninjas. And that Ninja is probably dying and is gonna die thinking you’re the fire Ninja. You contemplated whether you should tell him you are, in fact, not his friend, saving him and whoever’s with him from whatever is happening to them.

Or you could pretend you were Kai.

One life, you thought with a mischievous smirk visibly displayed on your face. You were bored as fuck so you decided to go with the second option, that is possibly gonna lead to the death of the well-loved heroes of Ninjago. But who cares? Definitely not you. Causing the death of a ninja is gonna look great on your criminal record. Well, if you ever get caught. For some reason, the police was never able to catch you. Dumbasses.

You thought a bit about how Kai would answer this message.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤOHH yeah right haha sorry i’m just kinda feeling in a silly goofy mood rn

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HURRY UP

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what

are you dumb

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i’m too important to die but ok

(insert location)

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You felt bad that he’d be waiting for no one to save him from his doom so with what energy was left in you, you got up and quickly slipped on your criminal outfit. Yes, you had an outfit for your crimes because you gotta look good while doing them. And yes, you were going to save the ninja’s asses even if you felt too lazy to do it. You vaguely brushed out some knots in your hair and went out, getting on your motorcycle. You checked the location again and headed straight for it. It wasn’t very far so you could arrive there pretty soon.

You stopped your bike as you took in the scenery. A huge temple with lots of intricate and symbolic designs all over, with unlit torches on the poles that was holding the roof thingy, whatever it’s called. You wasted no time and carefully entered the decaying place, trying not to move or break anything, scared that the place would crumble down on you or something. The Ninja said that they were in the dungeon. But where the fuck is the dungeon?

You looked around with a sketchy face and noticed stairs going down. Since there was no other place to go, there was no doubt they went down there. Again, you carefully went down, alert of your surroundings. You arrived in some sort of tunnel with lots of torches placed in holes in the wall. You went through the tunnel and, unsurprisingly, there were arrows stuck everywhere on the walls, massive holes on the ground, giant axes that were destroyed displayed on the floor. It was very evident that these were traps activated by someone, most likely the Ninjas.

You rolled your eyes at the thought of them helplessly dodging the arrows and other traps. Unlike them, you made sure not to trigger any more traps and safely got to what seemed like giant doors. Giant doors that were half open. You took a peek inside and, sure enough, on the ceiling, gripping the stone bricks with such force were the Green and Silver Ninja, also known as Lloyd and Nya, trying not to die from the rising lava that was about to fill the room. You tried your best to hold in your laugh as you watched them struggle. After taking your phone and quickly snapping a picture, you looked around for any ways to get them out of here. Then you caught sight of stone slabs on the walls that looked like they would fall any minute. You took out a grappling hook and shot at each of the stone slabs so they would fall on the lava and make some kind of platform for the Ninja to land on.

Lloyd and Nya looked at the door but they couldn’t see their friend. But they thought nothing of it, only thinking about their survival and jumped on the stone platforms created by their “friend”. They quickly reached the door and gasped upon seeing that it was, in fact, not Kai that saved them, but some random person that they did not recognize.

“Who are you??” Yelled Nya angrily. You literally just saved their lives. Why is she mad?

“Oh come on I just saved your asses, be grateful I didn’t leave you there to die, because I definitely could’ve. Now if you don’t want the lava to fill the entire temple and kill you then we better move. I’ll explain when we get out, follow me!” You ran in the tunnel towards the stairs as the two others followed you. They exchanged unsure glances but it was true that the temple was about to be destroyed. The lava was rising quickly, quicker than you thought. The three of you hurried out, and, thank the First Spinjitzu Master that you got out before the lava reached you. All of you jumped out and, as if on cue, the old building blew up, for some reason (probably some hidden explosives). You were all out of breath. The adrenaline rush made you run faster than usual. You made a mental note to never answer texts asking for help.

Lloyd regained his breath and looked at you. “Who are you? How did you know we were here? And where’s kai?” You glanced back at him and let out a slightly dramatized but exasperated sigh. How did he not notice that he texted the wrong number? Even your dumbass would’ve noticed.

“Well, sir Green Ninja, it appears that instead of texting your little ninja friend, you have texted some random number that just happened to be me. And I couldn’t just leave you to die, even if I could, so with great effort, I came here to save your butts. Anyway, a thank you would’ve been appreciated.” You remarked and put your hands on your hips.

Nya looked at Lloyd with an annoyed expression, and upon seeing the sour look on his partner’s face, he sheepishly giggled. Nya sighed and looked back at you. “Thank you for saving us. We owe you a lot.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it. It’s nothing,” you smiled at them. Lloyd looked at you with a perplexed look. Why did you look so familiar? He swears he’s seen you before somewhere. But where? And why?

“Well then, I better get going. I’ll see you around maybe! I hope not…” You greeted the Ninjas and muttered the last part under your breath. As much as you would’ve wanted to see them around, you didn’t want to be caught by the police and spend the rest of your days in prison.

“Yeah, bye!”

Then it clicked. Now he remembers where he’s seen you before. You’re wanted all around Ninjago and they were often tasked with finding and catching you where there have been sightings of you.

"Hey! You're that criminal that's wanted everywhere!" Yelled the Green Ninja at you. You slowly turned your head to look at him and grinned. Then you fully turned around and crossed your arms. “Heh. I thought you would’ve never noticed.” You chuckled. Lloyd and Nya went into a fighting stance and glared at you.

“Oh come on, why the mean face? I just saved you.” You sighed. “I don’t intend to fight you. I’m not completely evil y’know. I do good stuff too.” You rolled your eyes boredly and walked back to your motorcycle and jumped on it. Lloyd was about to follow when the woman beside him stopped him. He looked at her with a confused look and she shook her head. “I think she isn’t lying. If she was completely evil, she wouldn’t have saved us. And besides, not reporting her to the police is the least we could do in return.”

They both looked at you and saw you smiling innocently at them, before you turned on the engine, put on your helmet and left. The green dude sighed and looked at your distancing figure. He decided to trust Nya and let you go. He’ll catch you another day. Or will he?

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It’s been, what, 3 days? A week since you saved the Ninjas? You didn’t keep track of time, to be frank. You had nothing to do and life seemed like it was worth nothing. You were laying on your couch watching the new series that just came out, For a tomorrow without tears (i made that up, it's not real pls). Basically it was about a girl who’s life was pretty much shit and she cries everyday because of that. You thought it would be bad but it was actually interesting and now you’re hooked.

You lived in a secret underground basement that was well hidden. It was under Laughy’s Karaoke Club, and the entrance was behind said place. There was a small, unnoticeable button that could only be pressed by you, since it recognizes digital fingerprints. So if anyone else finds the button somehow, it would not work.You were pretty proud of it since you installed the system yourself.

You had nothing to do. How about stealing random kids’ candy? No, you already did that yesterday. Their cries felt so good to hear. I could start a chase with the police. Eh, you didn’t feel like running or doing anything physically demanding. Since when did life get so boring? You had so much to do before you rescued the Ninjas.

You decided to slip on the first outfit that you picked up from the floor and got out of your secret base after taking your time (for once) and tying your hair into something decent. You put on a mask that covers your whole face so you won’t be immediately recognized. Leaving, you made sure no one was around to discover your hidden hideout.

You decided to simply take a stroll around the city, looking for something to do. Some crimes maybe. Or help people. Whatever. It was broad daylight so you didn’t expect to see the Ninjas today. Hopefully they weren’t here. You walked past an alley and heard yells. You didn’t notice until you realized someone was screaming, and walked backwards to check in the alleway. There, cowering in fear, stood two teenage girls surrounded by some thugs that probably wanted their money or something, the usual basically.

You calmly walked into the alley and started to speak. “Damn, thugs stealing kids’ money in a secluded alleyway? Probably the most cliché thing I’ve encountered today.” The men looked at you and glared. “Get her!” Ordered what seemed to be their leader. One of them charged at you and you skillfully dodged him, grabbing his left arm and bending it in a way that’ll leave him trembling and screaming for his mom. He howled in pain and you smirked. The other thugs looked at each other with worried glances. Hesitantly, they also lunged at you. Throwing a kick and punch there, they were both defeated in less than a second. Hah, weak.

The only one left was the leader. He looked at you with such fear anyone would’ve thought you were Garmadon or the Overlord, or something. He took out a dagger and tried to hit you with it. To your fortune, he was too slow. You expected better for a leader. You kicked your leg at his arm and, surprisingly, he dodged it and impaled your thigh with his dagger. You hissed in pain and recoiled your leg. You glared at him and threw punches in his face and when he was taking in the pain in his face, you took the chance and kicked the dagger out of his hand. Swiftly, you took the weapon and went behind him, putting the dagger to his neck.

“Well, well. Didn’t expect you to actually do damage. You’re stronger than I thought, but too weak to be able to defeat me.” The dagger still on his neck, you threw a punch at him from behind and he passed out. You exhaled and looked at the teenage girls, who had bewildered looks on their faces. You looked through the leader and took the bags and purses of the girls. You gave them back their belongings and one of them started to sob into tears of joy and relief, very much to your dismay.

“T-thank you.. sniff for saving u-us! What can we do f-for you in return?” Thanked the sobbing girl. You awkwardly chuckled and waved your hand. “Eh, just stay safe for me, will ya’? Don’t wanna come to your rescue again.” They smiled and bowed to you before going their way. But just as they were turning their backs, a ninja came out of nowhere and looked at the scene. It was the Green Ninja, again, much to your dismay. He looked at the knocked out thugs behind you and looked at you. Then he looked at the girls, then back at you.

“Did you knock out those dudes?” He crossed his arms as he queried. An imaginary drop of sweat slid down your forehead behind your mask and you nervously tittered. His presence made you so uneasy all of a sudden.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah I did.” The girls squealed in excitement and ran out the alleyway, for some reason. You thought they would’ve asked for the celery man’s autograph or something, but no, they straight up ran away. The said man looked at you, then walked in your direction. He stopped in front of you and he crossed his arms, again. “Don’t think I don’t recognize you, F/n." You raised an eyebrow at him then smirked, dramatically taking off your mask. “And here I thought no one would find out I’m me! My, am I in such distress.” You said, even more dramatically and put a hand on your forehead, to make it even more dramatic. He just rolled his eyes, even if you couldn’t see it.

You cleared your throat. “So.... are you gonna.. kidnap me and deliver me to the police or something?” You awkwardly asked and put your hands behind your head as you strayed not too far away. All you did was stare at each other for the past 20 seconds and it was very awkward. The height difference didn’t make things any better.

Then you remembered that the thug stabbed your thigh. And it was bleeding and staining your clothes. You gritted your teeth in pain. Why was it now that you felt the pain? You started to feel slightly lightheaded but played it off (successfully).

“What? No! I’m not gonna kidnap you.” He gushed and looked at you, surprised by your sudden question. “Then what? Am I not supposed to be wanted? You know, this is the moment where you’re supposed to tie my hands up, pick me up on your shoulder, aggressively deposit me at the police station and mysteriously disappear. I actually thought you’d be interesting. I must say, I’m disappointed.” You told him off with a hearty laugh as you turned back to look at him. You started to feel more and more dizzy as the seconds went by. Shit. What if you passed out in front of him? Shit.

He looked down with a perplexed gaze. This was greatly troubling, for sure. What was he supposed to do? Turn you in? You saved these girls before he could even arrive at the scene. But you also saved him. You weren’t evil or mean, like how everyone thinks you are. You may be a criminal, but that’s not what you do 25/8.

That's when he noticed your leg. He gasped. You were bleeding like crazy! How did he not notice this sooner? And why did you seem so calm and nonchalant about it??

"Your- your leg- !" He tried to warn you but you put a finger to his lips. "Yeah, yeah, I know. I'm gonna go back to my place and treat it, don't worry." You reassured him, but he didn't believe you. It has probably been some time that you started bleeding, and at this point you should've passed out from the blood loss.

God, why did he even care? It's not like you're close or anything… But still. Strangely enough, he felt the need to help you. Not because it's probably just common decency, but for something else.

But his thoughts were interrupted when you tried to walk away. "I'm going back so- so uh… yeah. Stay safe out there.. It's not… It's not safe-" You stopped talking when black dots covered your vision, and you felt yourself go limp. You didn't know what happened next because you just passed out (finally).

Lloyd hurriedly caught you before you could hit the floor. Now what was he supposed to do? He can't get you to the hospital because you're gonna go straight to prison after being treated. He doesn't know where you live. He sighed as he realized he had no other choice but to take you back to the Bounty. The others will surely understand his situation, right?

"Pixal, do you copy?" Spoke Lloyd into his mic thingy. I don't know what it's called.

"Loud and clear, Lloyd. What is it?"

"I'm gonna need you to come pick me up… I'm kind of, uh.. stuck." He chuckled, uneasy. "I'll meet you on the roof of the building on-” He checked their location. “-Elemental Avenue, 451."

"On it."

Lloyd shifted so that he could carry you bridal style. He then jumped on the emergency stairs on the side of buildings and made his way on the rooftop. A minute or two passed, and the Bounty arrived. He climbed in and set the woman down, still having an arm below your head.

He looked up and saw Pixal and Nya coming his way. They both gasped at your sight. "What happened?" Panicked Nya, while Pixal rushed to get the medications and bandages needed.

"Long story…" He half-smiled at his teammate then glanced at you. Why did he feel so worried? He shouldn’t be worried. He shouldn’t care. He thought that it was normal since it was his duty to help the citizens of Ninjago, but you. You? You're a criminal! He can't care for you. He would've dropped you off at the hospital normally, but he didn't like the idea of you ending up in prison after being treated.

What. What? Why didn't he like you being in prison? They spend 50% of their time trying to find you and put you in a jail cell and here he was, not liking you being in prison. What the fuck.

The female nindroid came back a minute later with the med kit. It was only now that they realized they had to remove your pants to treat you. Lloyd unconsciously reddened. Nya carried you to a room with Pixal behind her, still carrying the med kit. They left, leaving poor Lloyd alone with his thoughts that grew more and more overwhelming and obvious each passing second.

Once you were in a different room, the Water Ninja set you down on the bed and gently slid down your pants. The gash was quite big. And your pants were full of blood. She made a mental note to wash it for her. Nya backed away and let her friend do the rest.

Said girl cleaned the blood before applying disinfectant on a piece of cotton and wiping your injury. She couldn't just put a band-aid on the cut. It was pretty large and quite deep.pretty damn deep. She will need to stitch it. Pixal took out a medical sew and sutures to stitch your wound.

An hour or two had passed, and the three girls were still in the room. Lloyd grew more and more anxious. He was about to knock on the door when it opened before he had the chance to. Nya shook her head as she chuckled at the celery man. He looked at her with an expectant gaze.

"Don't worry, she's fine. She'll wake up soon." Comforted the woman. Lloyd sighed in relief and crossed his arms.

“Why didn’t you drop her off at the hospital? They would have treated her and taken her to Kryptarium Prison.”

Lloyd flinched. What was he gonna tell her? He doesn’t even know why himself.

The Water Ninja raised an eyebrow at her comrade. Then she sniggered at him in realization. “Oh~ I get it. You have a crush on a criminal that we met only a week ago.” She continued laughing at the poor vegetable dude. The latter blushed and immediately denied.

“What!? No! Never. A crush? On her? Pff-” He tried to reason, but it was futile. Deep down he knew it was true, but he’d never admit it to anyone, or himself. Nya rolled her eyes with a smile and went her way to the control room.

Lloyd took a deep breath, and went into the room where you were in a deep slumber. He stared into your sleeping figure. What if Nya was right? What if he truly did have a crush on you? What is he gonna do? The others can’t know about this. They were gonna bully the fuck out of him. The more he thinks about it, the weirder he feels about you. Not the bad kind of weird. The.. weird kind of weird.

The green-obsessed man had nothing to do for the moment, so he decided to wait for you to wake up. He took a chair and sat down beside you. Before he knew it, he, too, was falling asleep.

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You woke up to loud snoring. You looked around, sitting up. Lloyd was sleeping on a chair and he was snoring like a father taking a nap.

Wait, what? What’s Lloyd doing in your room?

Then you realized that you weren’t in your room. You tried to recall what happened.

Oh yeah. You passed out. Shouldn't you be in the hospital, though? What the fuck are you doing in.. wherever you are?

You got up from the bed and hissed. You felt something around your thigh. Someone bandaged your wound. You glanced back at the sleeping man beside you. With much pain and energy, you walked towards him and aggressively shook him. “BITCHASS WAKE UP WHERE AM I?”

Vegetable man jolted back up. He rubbed his eyes from his sleep and glared at you. Then he realized you were standing. With an injured leg. “What- Why are you standing?? You should be in bed!” He pushed you back to bed and scolded you. “I don’t need to stay in bed! Answer my question. Where am I?” You angrily responded from where you seated on the bed. You looked up at him with furrowed eyebrows. Wait, since when did he get so tall? And so intimidating? You gulped but still kept up a confident figure.

The Green man sighed exasperatedly and looked at you in disdain while putting his hands on his hips. “You’re on the Destiny's Bounty. And don’t worry, I’m.. not the one who cleaned your cut.” He reassured you and you could’ve sworn his face was just the slightest bit of red.

Your breath started to hitch seeing him blush. He looked kind of cute like that.

What?

You shook off the thought and stood up again, much to Lloyd’s dismay. “Where are we?”

“On The Bounty. We can drop you off at yours, if you want?”

“And tell you the location of my secret hideout? No thanks. Just drop me off where we are, I’ll find my way back.” You limped towards the door onto the deck. He strode towards your limping figure and put your arm over his shoulder and helped you walk. “Are you sure? What if you get attacked or something? You won’t be able to fight like that.” He tried to convince you but of course, you denied. But the dude persisted and got on your nerves, so you told him to land you off at Laughy’s.

“Alright then.”

He left you to go to the control room. You looked down at the city and were left agape. Ninjago City looked so beautiful at night, especially from this view. You started to think about Lloyd.

“What if you get attacked or something?”

Why does he care? It’s totally not like you weren’t supposed to be rotting in prison.

10 minutes went by and you were still thinking about him. You realized and reddened. God, why were you thinking so much about him? It’s not like you liked him or anything… That would be weird. Wouldn't it?

“...Be careful, alright?” You looked at Lloyd and smiled, before going your way behind the Club. You made sure The Bounty left and you were out of sight and you went back to your base. You pushed the button on the wall with your index finger, and a door opened. You looked around for any sign of people, and went down the stairs leading to your hideout.

Once you were in, you immediately propped yourself onto your bed. Man, today was a long day. So much happened, but at the same time, so little did. You turned around so you would be facing the ceiling. You thought about Lloyd. Why did he say all those things? Did he mean it? Why is he actually kinda...

You turned around once again and screamed into your pillow. What the fuck was up with you? Did he poison you or something? Or used his weird green power thing to corrupt your mind? So many questions, but so little answers.

You fell asleep still thinking about the vegetable man.

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“LLOYD’S GOT A CRUSH Y’ALL!!”

The people in the room flinched as a certain blue ninja barged in the room. They shared incredibly confused glances before Kai, the Fire Ninja, looked at his teammate in disbelief and surprise.

“Wait wait, what- wait, WHAT?” He said, absolutely and utterly baffled at the fact that their traumatized little bro is actually in love (ignore harumi, she does not exist. fuck harumi btw) with someone. “Spill it! Who is it?”

“Remember F/n? That criminal the police make us search for but we can’t find her?”

“Don’t tell me he likes her!? ” Cole butted in, equally as bewildered as his friend.

The three of them looked at each other before breaking down in a fit of laughter.

Upon hearing the abnormally loud noise coming from the living room, Lloyd entered the room seeing the Red, Blue and Black Ninjas laughing as if they just saw a cockroach pissing on Zane or something. He raised an eyebrow and stared at them questioningly. What was so funny they were guffawing to their doom?

Kai tried to explain but couldn’t, as every time he opened his mouth only a wheeze came out. Cole, being the calmest in the room (but still howling in laughter), explained the situation to the poor boy.

“You- You like F/n??” He pointed at him before laughing just as hard as his comrades.

Lloyd’s eyes widened impossibly in surprise and waved his hands around as he denied the statement with all his might. “What? No! What- Who told you such nonsense? I don’t like F/n! I don’t.”

“Okay okay, but seriously dude. Her? Come on, There’s like, what? 5 billion people in Ninjago? I know you can do so much better!” Jay teasingly punched Lloyd’s arm.

“What? She’s not that bad… She’s actually nice. And what do you mean I can do so much better??” He glared at the boys before realizing what he just said.

“Haha, you admit it! Don’t worry bro, we got you.”

“What- I don’t like her!” He hid his face in his hands in aggravation, but the burning blush visibly displayed on his face said otherwise. “Why don’t you get it?” He looked up and glared at them. They snickered at him in response.

“Ask her out! I’m sure she’ll say yes.” Cole suggested, but his suggestion was quickly turned down by embarrassed Lloyd.

“Huh? No way! She doesn’t look like the type to be into that stuff anyway..” Said boy looked down and scratched his nape. “And besides, we only met like, 3 times. I can’t just ask her out like that.”

“How about you just tell her you wanted to go out as friends or something?”

“Yeah! And then you become friends, then you become good friends, then you crush on each other, then you’re a couple, then you get married and then you have kids- OW??”

Jay was cut off when Kai punched him on the back of his head. Lloyd groaned and sat down on the couch while slouching.

Then something came to the Master of Earth’s mind. “Do you at least have her number?”

Lloyd thought for a bit. “Actually, yeah. But she didn’t exactly give it to me. Remember that time me and Nya had a mission in Sunsetra’s Temple (i also made that up don’t judge me pls)? We, uh… kinda got stuck in a room with rising lava and I tried to text Kai for help, but somehow I texted some other number that ended up being F/n’s. We thought Kai would come but she came instead and yeah, that’s how I have her number. And also how we met.” The green-wearing boy explained, and leaned back while putting his hands behind his head.

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“You’re… fucking stupid.”

“Excuse me?”

“Dude, just go text her! Get out! Shoo shoo! Don’t come back until she says whether she’ll go out with you or not!” Jay, quite literally, kicked Lloyd out of the living room. “Ah… Children grow up so fast.” He said, wiping an imaginary tear out of his eye as if he was in some dramatic k-drama or something. The two other boys in the room facepalmed.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ(Sent at 09:12 PM)

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who is this

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤIt’s Lloyd

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why ar eyou texting me at 9 pm??

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤI have a question

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is it important?

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ It is of the utmost importance, yes

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what’s so important? are you dtrying to distract me so you have the time to trackd my numbef down or smth to find my location and send me to th epolice???

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ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤYou know I could’ve done that ages ago?

ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤAlso why are you texting like that wtf

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yes but we never know.

and why not smh🖕

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤYou text just like Jay

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is that a compliment or an insult

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Depends

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well thank you then 😘

anyways what did you want to ask me?

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤOh I forgot about that

ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤWell, It’s kind of embarrassing but

ㅤI wanted to ask if we could go out sometimes…

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omg

like a date??

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We spoke like twice in our lifetime so

yes you’re right, that is embarrassin LMAAOA

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no actually

yes lloyd, i’ll go out with you 🤧

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤI didn’t think you’d actually say yes

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Y/n :)

tbh me neither but i’m giving you a chance bc im just nice like that👍

when and wehre di we meet??

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ㅤㅤ ㅤI was thinking about the amusement park?

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤYou seem like the type to go there a lot

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Y/n :)

i unfortunately don’t hav the chance to go because I’ll most likely get arrested

but yes you’re right😋

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤOkay then, I’ll meet you there at uhh

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤTuesday at 3:00 PM?

Y/n :)

actually, how about we go somewhere calmer?

i have a mission tuesday morning and i’ll probabaly b etoo drained for an amusement park hahahaj…

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤOh of course, that’s fine :)

ㅤㅤㅤ How about the new café that just opened?

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤIt’s pretty calm there

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Y/n :)

very cliché but yes i would love that :))

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤAlright, the new café at 3:00 PM?

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Y/n :)

yup 👍

see you on tuesday <33

❤️ Liked by Lloyd

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Lloyd grinned at the “<3” you sent and propped himself onto his bed, and tightly hugged his pillow as his thoughts grew to be more and more about you.

One thing he knew for sure was that he most certainly looked forward to your date.

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A/N: I changed Lloyd's texting style purposely between the chat where he thought Y/n was Kai and when he knew it was Y/n. He texted differently because he thought it would impress Y/n, just a little HC of mine💪💪

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i have a reddit aita story except i actually wanna know pls tell me its abt me

SO BASICALLY a family member whom im very close to is currently undergoing treatment for illness. although they're getting treated, they're still very frail and weak at this time and there's gonna be a long road ahead. a different family member recently lost a lot of money for reasons i wont say, but is now currently juggling multiple jobs and caring for children without their significant other. (a single parent) we're helping out financially a lot and also devoting a lot of time to the ill family member

now technically, no, i haven't exactly totally told my friends about it. ive brought it up vaguely a couple times, but word spreads fast, and they know what's going on. despite that, ive never gotten more than a "i hope everything goes well" from them. IDK and its like my life is literally crumbling up and being torn apart along with my mental health bc as previously stated, im very close with the ill family member and every time i see them, i can literally hear my heart cracking. friends are also aware of our relationship and how much the ill family member means to me.

idk i think they feel that they shouldn't say anything? bc i didnt tell them and they're probs thinking that its my business and they shouldn't be nosy? idk but wtv the reason im an eensy bit upset abt it. i feel like they technically didnt do anything wrong? i mean doing something nice would've been sweet, but its not like i should expect them to do smth. aita for being upset

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hey rae, i’m experiencing a bit of a moral dilemma (ish) bc like… i’ve always more or less had this view that its wrong on some level to like “police” people on the kind of media they are creating, even mainstream tbh and now… well… let’s just say a little bee flew in rather aggressively into my eardrums and it won’t stop buzzing about the moral implications and suddenly the pretty stable ground that i was standing on is slowing crumbling beneath my feet but like… that’s okay??? i’m accepting the fall bc i’m actually always thrilled to free fall. that is to say, i love the way things around me can make me question my own ideas of what i believe to be true sometimes like i love love love it. i love looking at smth ekth a new lens and more information and then yk, rebuilding thag ground with more stable material. anyways, sry i’m rambling, but you see, everything this bee was buzzing abt started to increasingly make more sense and like, i started to rly think about it in the way of like… evaluating the consequences right? like if a specific media trope has very real contributions to a stigma abt a certain group and manifests in the society in multiple ways, then rly, why can’t i condemn it? bc the way i used to look at it was like “well yes, the media is harmful, but like, i also don’t think we have the right to dictate other people’s liberties when it come to art”. but now… especially considering that this “art” is mainstream and like reaches millions of people, why tf not? bc when you rly put it on the scale, what has more weight, ppl being mad/annoyed that engaging with this is “bad” and they shouldn’t/ being limited in creating it or ppl suffering the real life implications of this. and to make myself a little clearer, the specific thing thag kinda made me realize this more was how media a lot of the times portrays certain mental illness in an overly negative and harmful way, and how in thrn, society discriminates against those individuals in part bc of the skewed perception thag media has portrayed about them. and i feel like this kinda of made me like… think more about this view that i used to defend strongly, and kinda of go, wait, hold up… and i’m still a little like… conflicted bc as much as like i say this, i don’t think there are any viable means of like combatting this issue bc at the end of the day, what creators for mainstream media want is money and these things get them money and so it’s never rly gonna stop, and i still am a little iffy on the idea thag it’s essentially like… an objective moral no no, but like i can see the other side more clearly and it’s just… man it’s so frustrating in a way. and like as much as some ppl may engage with their media critically and liek recognize these stereotypes and shit, a majority of ppl don’t and it’s so frustrating to see itttt. but yeah, idk im still like… gathering materials before fully building this floor, but like, what are your thoughts on this if any? (i’m literally going to everyone with this i an truly a menace, i need to talkkkk abt it like the way this brings me so much joy) (unfortunately i don’t have many ppl in my life that care or are willing to talk to me abt these things) (enter: rae)

hello!! interesting questions!! love that u are embracing the freefall of having a core belief challenged + opening urself to new ways of thinking rather than growing defensive + closing urself off!!

so, what i wanna start off by saying here is this: there is a very broad middle ground between "this art is bad and shouldn't exist/shouldn't be interacted with at all" versus "everyone should just create whatever they want with disregard for the consequences."

because different forms of art are going to be doing different things, reaching different audiences, and sending different messages. and there are plenty of ways that art/literature/media/etc can be harmful. for example, this recent open letter to the new york times is a great example of a critique on the way in which the nytimes' coverage of trans "issues" causes real-life harm to trans people. in this sort of instance, it's not okay for the nytimes to just continue writing as they have, however they want, because they have certain journalistic responsibilites which include not promoting/perpetuating harm against marginalized groups (not that they have an especially great track record in that regard, but i digress). part of critically evaluating media is evaluating whether that media has harmful real-life implications, and, if it does, figuring out whether/how to engage with that media in a way that does not perpetuate that harm.

so like--with the example you're talking about, portrayals of mental illness that contribute to stigma. part of evaluating those portrayals is going to start with asking what kind of media you're looking at, who it's reaching, and what it's trying to do. for example--a movie made by a large hollywood studio that's profiting off a stigmatizing portrayal of mental illness, reaching a broad audience, and contributing to widespread misconceptions is tangibly harmful, and it makes sense to vocally critique that portrayal or perhaps even encourage people not to engage with the movie at all, as it is profiting off something harmful. additionally, hollywood movies are invested in perpetuating a capitalist system such that they will often have an underlying goal of spreading messages/ideas that support that capitalist system, so there is much more to be wary of there in the intent of the media.

a fanfiction on the internet written by an individual that contains a stigmatizing portrayal of mental illness is something that is not accruing profit, not reaching a broad audience, and not harmful in the same way. an individual writing fanfiction on the internet is also not invested in perpetuating broader systems of capitalistic power in the same way a hollywood movie studio is, so the intent of their art is likely different. a better route here is probably to reach out to the individual, who probably wrote this portrayal out of ignorance and would most likely be open to educating themself and avoiding such portrayals in the future. this is a better response than trying to "cancel" the person completely, because it works to build community and has a much more direct impact in breaking the stigma around mental illness by educating an individual who previously internalized those stigmatized views.

when you're trying to critically evaluate a piece of media that contains something you view as potentially harmful, here are some important questions to ask:

who is making this? why are they making it? what is the stated goal of the creator(s) in creating this specific piece of media? are there any other goals that the creator is leaving unsaid?

who is the intended audience of this media? how large is that audience? in what ways is this media catered to appeal to that audience? what responsibilities does the creator hold towards that audience? will the audience response be monolithic, or is there room for varied impact amongst members of the same audience?

is this media a lecture or a conversation? is this media presenting a moral truth that i am expected to accept? or is it presenting moral questions and encouraging me to draw my own conclusions?

what role does profit play in the creation + distribution of this media? what systems of power is this media invested in upholding, if any? what institutions is this media invested in upholding, if any?

these are all questions which, depending on the answers, are going to change your evaluation on the media. this post kind of sums up what i mean, and i talk more here about when art becomes truly harmful. but also, i want to emphasize--engaging with media critically and coming to the conclusion that something is harmful is not the same thing as policing media, at least in my opinion. policing implies reinforcing set rules for how someone can or cannot create/engage with media, which doesn't allow for the necessary flexibility needed for actual critical thought. i think it's also important to note that policing typically says "if this media is Bad, you must destroy it/ignore it completely." but critically engaging with media means acknowledging harmful media when it exists, and analyzing why it exists + what it's trying to do. it also means acknowledging that not all media is going to fit cleanly into the harmful/harmless dichotomy. sometimes media will contain harmful stereotypes or stigmatizing portrayals in one sense, and really important representation or progressive ideas in another sense. other times, a portrayal that feels stigmatizing to one person will feel like representation to another. part of engaging critically with media means evaluating what it's doing as a whole and accounting for both the good and the bad. at the end of the day, we can't solve problems by refusing to engage with them at all, y'know?

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omg hiii !! i found you through ficscafe and i absolutely fell in love with your superhero!ateez series and i saw your requests were open and i was hoping if you could do something similar to what @/thelargefrye did for yunho but for seonghwa ?? bc yk how seonghwa's power is necromancy ,, can reader's power have something to do with life ?? like the avatar or smth IDK SKJDSDJ if you dont want to its completely fine !! p.s. ure san apocolypse!au is SAUR GOOD !! and im so excited for the next part !! hope ure having a good day/night <33

omg hi!! i'm so glad you like my fics. this ended up so long (7k words) so it's unfinished, but i hope you like it!

full disclosure that seonghwa and joong most definitely had a thing in the hero/villain au, but i love the idea of reader having a contrasting power to seonghwa and the connection that would create, so here it is:

hero/villain au, seonghwa x gender neutral reader + "where there is life, there must be death."

warning: mentions of death (unavoidable because of seonghwa's powers), reader's power is animancy/life transference, this y/n is very...morally ambiguous which i thought would be a fun juxtaposition to their powers, listened to running up that hill (deal with god) by kate bush on repeat, i'm not sure if this is what you wanted but i hope you like it!

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when the city fell into the hands of the rogues, you were cowering under a table at work, the ground shaking beneath you as if hell itself was attempting to devour the city whole. your coworker sobbed beside you, another loud addition to the screaming city around you.

you'd always thought of your workplace as a safe haven. perhaps that was naïve of you, to succumb so easily to the little bubble of life you'd created. mornings consisted of a warm cup of coffee as you stood by your window and took in the bustling city below you. food vendors shouting and people narrowly avoiding serious injury as they hurried to work and sometimes you'd catch the sight of pickpocket succeeding in their endeavors. you'd get dressed, pet your cat goodbye, and walk the short commute to the plant shop you'd loved so dearly. the owners raved of how well the plants have grown since you started working there. you told them it was because of your secret plant food recipe and the way you'd spend your mornings before the shop opened breathing life into any wilting plants around you, whispering encouragement to your favorites so they would grow taller than the rest. you never understood that you didn't just have an excellent green thumb like your parents reassured you throughout your childhood. you genuinely believed them. it had to be your secret plant food recipe and your green thumb. it had to be.

you'd believed it so adamantly until you learned otherwise. maybe you knew it wasn't just a green thumb and fertilizer. as you grew up watching the news and attacks on those with weird abilities, a part of you must have known the whole time. but you could pass as 'normal' and if that ensured that your bubble would remain safe, then you would believe anything.

that night the city fell, and so did the plant shop. the roof collapsed in, narrowly missing you and your coworker as you both scrambled into the street. your perfectly curated little bubble collapsed along with it, crushed to pieces like the plants beneath the rubble.

when the rumbling had stopped and the bones of the dead lay scattered across the crumbled street, when the voice of the villain wooyoung echoed through the city, calling for the freedom of those with superpowers, when the city fell so quiet, the silent sobs of your coworker felt like a siren-like wail, you'd ran to check on your bubble. your home. you flit through alleyways. when you got to your apartment, you found your cat crushed under a fallen sign. still breathing, but barely.

you'd fell to your knees, crying for your cat, for him to live, please oh please don't die, and your cat's labored breathing grew steady and it's eyes grew bright and your fingertips tingled as you pulled away in horror and realization. the day the city fell was the same day you'd learned that you were not merely blessed with a green thumb. you breathed literal life into things. you saved plants. you could save animals, too. you'd stared around you, at the skeletons and trembling people in the streets.

maybe you could save people, too.

but when the city fell, so did the heroes that protected your city. walls went up, made of skeletons coiled and piled atop each other, sharp and impossible to get close to. you'd examined the wall once, a little bit after, and you'd shrieked in horror when one of the skulls snapped it's unhinged jaw at you, inches from your skin. no wonder children did not try to climb the walls. it was alive. at least as alive as skeletons could be.

still, that was not the worst of it.

as you grew up, you'd watched the news - despite trying so hard to maintain a happy bubble that not even your parents yelling could burst, you could not ignore the state of the world - and you'd religiously watched every single story about those with superpowers, the vigils and deaths and assaults and mysterious disappearances.

in history, people always despised those that were different. you knew that. the news was proof of it. however, that was the first thing to go when the city fell and the rogues took over.

here, under wooyoung's strict rule, people with powers were protected. they were considered first class citizens. superior. and people without powers were not. you don't think they meant to make it that way, but with the way things panned out, the sentiment grew and grew until the entire city, caged in by bone walls, considered the sentiment law.

you were never one for morals, really. you sought to maintain stability. it was how you were raised and it was how you'd always be.

so when the time came for you to register yourself, you spoke of your powers for the first time. you ignored the way your coworker dropped her hand from your arm, eyes wide in both awe and something akin to horror - maybe even envy, you liked to think - as you demonstrated your power for the city hall official. you brought the dying snake plant on the desk to life, bigger and brighter than ever as it stretched it's leaves towards the sun. thank you, you'd imagined it would say.

you expected to go back to your happy bubble after that. sure things were different after the city fell, like how you haven't seen your coworker since city hall or the way you still couldn't feel things on three of your fingertips, not since you brought your cat back from the brink of death, or how the plant shop remained in rubble, much like the other shops owned by non-superpowered people that was destroyed. deprioritized, wooyoung had announced, eyes glittering under the spotlights as he gripped the city podium. he cleaned up well for his television appearance. he swept his hands out and his voice was sweet as he reassured the city, for now. it is still an action item we intend on working on. we have not forgotten about your struggles. I only ask that you practice patience while we rebuild the city to glory beyond what any of you have ever experienced.

you should have known you'd never be able to go back to your old life. it took four months for the council's footmen, as the rogues called themselves when they established themselves where the hero alliance once resided, to come knocking on your door, uniforms and tasers and all.

your cat hissed at the door long before the knock. you'd peeked out your curtain and your heart beat fast against your ribs at the sight of the government car parked in front of your apartment building. the knock came five minutes later, a sharp rap.

when you opened the door, a dark haired familiar man with a piercing gaze and a pinch between his brows stood at the threshold, arms crossed over his uniformed chest. you were surprised they only sent him.

your cat's tail stood tall and bushy, his hissing louder.

you recognized the man from the television, long before the council's broadcasts after the city fell.

it was park seonghwa. a notorious villain with the power to raise the dead. his very presence made the hairs at the back of your neck stand on in and a chill run up your spine.

he met your gaze briefly, before his gaze flit over your shoulder. to your cat.

seonghwa stared at your cat for far too long.

you'd frowned, "can i help you?"

you stepped into his line of sight, blocking your cat from view. you'd seen what he could do on television. he was the one who'd made those walls, kept those skeletons alive, twisted and coiled around each other, forever damned to do whatever he pleased. unable to rest. unable to die.

seonghwa's gaze shifted over you once more, his eyes drifting slowly from your head to your toes. his gaze is analytical, and you resist the urge to squirm under his judgmental gaze.

his voice was low, but strangely, unexpectedly, soft. nothing like you expected of the man the country called the god of death. "that cat is supposed to be dead."

you startled at that, "ex - excuse me?"

your fingers curled around the hem of your shirt when seonghwa stepped forward. it was a small step into your apartment, but he was much too close. you refused to step back, to make way for him. your fingertips, the ring, middle, and pinky of your left hand, the ones that remained numb since you helped your cat, tingled slightly at his proximity. it was a sharp tingle, like how you'd imagine white noise would feel against your skin, spotty and prickly.

your frown deepened when he stared for another long moment.

then he sighed, "do you even know what you've done?"

"i healed my cat." you'd crossed your arms over your chest, "nothing else."

"you gave it life," seonghwa said, "that's different. that's...that's not nothing."

"excuse me?"

that day you learned that you'd registered your powers wrong. it wasn't merely regeneration.

"where do you think that life comes from? the life you gave to your cat and your" - seonghwa gestured at the plants in your room, his expression twisting into an emotion you could not name, though it made you feel embarrassed. small. - "your plants. life and death cannot exist without each other."

he met your gaze with solemn eyes and your numb fingertips tingled once more. "the bits of life you've given must come from somewhere, y/n."

he'd looked at you with meaningful eyes.

"from," you'd blinked once, twice, before you gestured at yourself, horror dawning on you while seonghwa stared, "me. from my life force."

seonghwa nodded, said, "you're lucky it wasn't a person dying. your plants, your cat, they are small things. they require less life. but a person?"

he shuddered. you thought about how you'd feel dehydrated, extra hungry, after your daily talks with your plants. you'd touched your numb fingertips. seonghwa's gaze followed yours. he gave you a small sympathetic smile.

seonghwa explained then that he could feel death, how close everything is to dying, the thoughts and feelings of the dead he reanimated.

"i don't bring them back to life. not the way you can. i keep them dead."

"how do you know so much, then?" you'd asked finally.

"about you?"

you'd nodded.

seonghwa dragged a hand through his hair, rubbed the back of his neck. "it's like i said. life and death cannot exist without the other. the life that once existed in the dead bodies i've raised live on in me. where you drain your own life force to give life to another, i am possessed by the life force of thousands of souls so i can use their bodies as i please. i suppose it's nature's version of balance."

"how do you," you swallowed at the thought. no wonder his eyes were flat, tired, distracted, "how do you live with that? how..."

"how have i not gone crazy?" he'd thrown his head back, leaning against your closed front door, and let out a sigh. "i have. i am. the dead are hungry for revenge, and if i lose control, even for a moment, they can easily take over. but these are the consequences i must deal with."

he'd tilted his chin downwards and smiled at you, and it was much kinder than you'd expected. the terrifying villain you'd watched raised the dead against the heroes, the one with terrifying solid black eyes and gaunt cheeks, the monstrous being that appeared sometimes in your nightmares, was nowhere to be seen. the man before you looked as if he wouldn't even be able to hurt a fly, let alone raise the dead.

"i guess we're two sides of the same coin then." you'd said it quietly, hesitantly.

seonghwa nodded, smiled kindly once more, "like i said. life and death cannot exist without each other. where there is life, there must be death."

"is that why you're here?"

"the council and i can help you understand your powers and get a better grasp on it."

you should have asked more about why he was knocking on your door. he was a villain after all.

but his kind smile was convincing, and he was technically right. you needed to understand your powers. your limits. you wanted to.

"i'll send for you, then. in two days time?"

you'd nodded and he'd smiled and as the door clicked shut behind you, you looked at your sweet old cat and he'd meowed tersely, ducking away from your hands as he hissed. you should have listened to him.

~.~.~.~.~

you'd arrived to the council with a small weekend bag's worth of clothes and a bout of nerves. you should've known he wasn't telling the whole truth. seonghwa, god of death, is a villain of course. you'd known this. it was public knowledge. he'd played the villain for years.

seonghwa led you into a brightly lit room, where a man in a lab coat and jung wooyoung sat around a table. a shadowy figure stood at wooyoung's shoulder. you'd recognized them from old televised fights and from recent news broadcasts. they had been a hero at first, and then they started killing people and other heroes. they're the one with super strength. the kind of strength that could tear high rise buildings from the ground. in fact, you'd considered living in the apartment building they'd torn off its foundations. it's all you'd thought of when you saw the destruction on your walk to work. yet somehow, here and now, they looked like nothing you'd imagined. nothing like the rampaging beast you'd seen on the television. their eyes were lifeless, blank, as if all their strength was plucked from them. you did not detect much life from them, even though they were very much alive, much like the wilting plants you'd taken care of at the shop.

"y/n, is it?" wooyoung interrupted your staring, pulling you away. he spoke nonchalantly, but with a steady confidence that could charm thousands. it was the same way he spoke whenever he stood behind the podium and addressed the city through the tv. "lovely name."

wooyoung smiled, leaning forward. his burning gaze remained fixed on you. the masked man beside him shifted. that was the moment you knew something was off. you'd glanced at seonghwa, though, questioning, and he'd only nodded in reassurance. alarm bells were going off in your head.

"regeneration would have been a lovely gift, but," wooyoung looked at seonghwa, still smiling, before returning his gaze to you, "animancy? that is a blessing."

you'd frowned, glancing once more at seonghwa. you didn't expect him to say anything. you hadn't even figured out a name for your powers. yet this wooyoung knew everything. your stomach churned as you sat straighter. you eyed him suspiciously, "get to the point already. what do you want from me?"

you never liked beating around the bush.

wooyoung snorted, glanced over his shoulder at his lifeless right hand person. they did not react, only stood there stalk-still. wooyoung turned back to you, sighing before he said, "i think you would be of great help to me and my cause. would you like to join us?"

you'd stared, the hairs at the back of your neck standing on end once more at the way wooyoung's smile fell from his face quite suddenly, his gaze serious.

"or what?" you asked slowly.

wooyoung barked out a loud laugh before he gestured to the man in the lab coat. you realized then he was wearing a mask and holding a syringe in his hands. he waved the syringe. wooyoung said, "or we make you join us. though, it's not a very fun process. you should consider yourself lucky. i usually don't ask, but my friend here," he gestured behind him, "convinced me to at least try asking nicely. i think the political life has made me soft, y/n, and controlling unwilling participants is certainly more of a hastle."

you'd looked at the person behind wooyoung, still not reacting, not moving a bit. a shudder ran down your spine at the thought of being made to join them. you did not want to know how he planned on doing that. the syringe and his friend's blank eyes was enough information for your imagination to run wild.

wooyoung's voice remains nonchalant, amused even, but there's an undercurrent of something sinister, "so either join willingly and get a cushy new government job with paid accommodations, a decent salary, and a pension plan, or we'll have to do this the hard way, syringe and no benefits."

you were never one to fight back. not against circumstances so obviously against you and your survival. besides a cushy life and steady income was always what you wanted. you'd work a nine to five and then go home. save for retirement. maybe you could go back to normality, to your plants and drinking tea in the morning and forgetting about the people on the streets who still did not have homes, due to being deprioritized.

so, you nodded. guilt existed for you, and it ate at you for a moment. but you were always good at burying it away.

before wooyoung could even think of celebrating, you said, "on two conditions."

wooyoung raised a brow, but he waved his hand for you to continue.

"i want my cat. and for an apartment with south-facing windows and a nice view."

the ensuing silence was deafening.

you'd kept your gaze steady, crossing your arms over your chest. "my plants do best with south-facing windows."

wooyoung cackled, tossing his head back as he laughed. you met seonghwa's unreadable gaze and your stomach churned as you finally let go of the hem of your shirt.

"deal," wooyoung said, wiping as his eyes in amusement.

~.~.~.~.~

you did not trust seonghwa. you watched as he tried to sidestep your hissing cat, who continued to hiss and swipe at seonghwa's ankles. he said, "i was going to tell you."

"before or after your friend stuck the syringe full of whatever-the-fuck-that-was in me?" you tucked your laptop under your armpit as you made it a point to glare at him, "c'mon cheddar, you can do better. bite him."

your cat swipes harder at seonghwa.

"you named your cat cheddar?" yeosang, another villain you remembered from television both before and after the fall of your city, asked with an amused snort as he placed your plants carefully in a cart. yeosang had a puckered burn scar running down his face. you didn't ask about it, and he did not mention it. but you knew jung wooyoung's powers involved fire. he used to be a high profile villain, always defeated, but very much a force to be reckoned with, especially from the angles you'd seen on television broadcasts. the entire nation knew of his fire abilities. you could put two and two together.

you shrugged at yeosang, "he's orange."

yeosang grinned, "that makes so much more sense."

"listen to me, y/n.” seonghwa’s voice is sharp, ringing throughout your old, now-empty apartment.

he stepped past your cat. your cat isn’t the best at actually attacking. he just hissed and swiped, claws unfortunately still retracted, perhaps hoping intimidation would be enough. you think your cat has forgotten how not intimidating it looked. seonghwa pressed a hand to your shoulder. his touch was cold, but your skin tingled under his touch. you shook his grip off, glaring.

seonghwa rolled his eyes, “i wasn’t expecting wooyoung to ask you immediately.”

you scoffed.

yeosang interrupted, “he’s right this time. wooyoung usually takes the time to gauge people.”

you sighed, “fine. whatever. either way i don’t trust you.” you plucked the framed photo of your parents from yeosang’s fingers, “either of you.”

“that's fair,” yeosang said with a shrug.

seonghwa pursed his lips and nodded.

~.~.~.~.~

"choreograph?" you frown at seonghwa.

"that's what we used to call it," seonghwa says, shrugging, "back when during the hero-villain alliance."

"so it's nostalgic?" you'd raised your brow at him, "i thought you betrayed them?"

seonghwa's expression darkened. you'd only snorted in response.

"right," you said, "i forgot i wasn't allowed to mention that."

seonghwa fell into step beside you and you continued on your way, aware of the way he opened his mouth as if he was trying to say something.

the two of you came to the top of the hill, where jongho, one of wooyoung, seonghwa, and yeosang's colleagues from their hero-villian alliance days, stood with his hand over his eyes as he bounced up and down on the balls of his feet in excitement. it was nearly seven in the morning. you could not fathom what he could be excited about at a time like this.

"jongho?" seonghwa asked, clearly over whatever internal debate he had at your question.

"we found them," jongho grinned, gesturing excitedly over the hill.

it's been months since you've started your job at the council. you're not sure whether you enjoy it. the work, the things you've seen, the things you've reviewed and approved. the things wooyoung had asked you to do in the name of your cushy government job. you're not sure if you enjoy any of it. but the pay is good and the view is excellent, and maybe you enjoy telling your coworkers off every day.

you've spent every day with seonghwa, mostly. wooyoung too, and sometimes yeosang or jongho. you worked alongside the field agents occasionally, mostly yoojung, doyeon, and yuta, but they were almost always traveling.

you had to do simple things, mostly going around the city and reviving plants. "landscaping," you'd scoffed once, while nursing a drink at a dim bar during happy hour with the coworkers you'd sworn you wouldn't trust. you still don't necessarily trust them, but you certainly do not completely mistrust them. you wouldn't admit it though. you're reminded often of the things they've done.

wooyoung insisted on observing you as you worked. his eyes remained fixed on you when you'd crouch beside dead trees and broken flower pots. you'd realized you could create whole forests if you wanted to. you always needed a long nap afterwards, but the idea of it made you want to do more.

every time you left the council building to do 'landscaping', wooyoung came along, his friend with the blank eyes at his shoulder. it was strange, because he's technically the one in charge. certainly he'd have better things to do. but some days, wooyoung would come along to your team happy hours and he would bring his friend. he'd pour them a drink they wouldn't touch, and he would be so quiet.

you'd noticed it with seonghwa too, some days. you'd be seated across from yeosang, and you'd look over to seonghwa tipping some extra meat onto wooyoung's friend's bowl. the friend never drank, but they ate. every movement remained robotic, though, and it always frightened you.

even seonghwa's kindness towards them. his actions would always be gentle, and his words soft whenever he addressed them, but something about the way his jaw clenched, or the looks he'd give wooyoung or yeosang or even jongho. it frightened you, because you've never seen the person before you, the one who was once a revered hero with the kind of strength that made children stare at the tv in awe, look so helpless. you did not wonder what happened anymore, because you could see the guilt in their eyes, clear as day, and you could put two and two together.

so you started taking to pointing out seonghwa's mistakes. his past. perhaps that was not healthy. but seonghwa terrified you and you found power in reminding him that you knew what he did, no matter how normal he acted. strangely, he never truly berated you for it. maybe he believed he deserved the reminders.

"holy shit." seonghwa's whisper was reverent.

you tore your gaze from him, from jongho, and followed their gazes. below, in the valley between broken trees and a icy blue lake, sat a creature large as a mountain with a tail curled around it, eyes as icy blue as the lake beside it, and teeth sharper than any knife you've seen.

the dragon. that is what the locals in uptown called it. you knew it to be a missing child, a girl who had disappeared months ago during the raid. wooyoung insisted on finding her. you often wondered what is real intentions were, even as he organized huge search parties to find her. if you stepped closer, you would see the gashes in her skin and the ribs poking out from beneath her scaled skin.

jongho said, "wooyoung's down there. with -"

his smile faltered. you'd never seen him look so...upset. seonghwa pressed a hand to jongho's shoulder, smiled, and then he waved his other hand. white bone began to claw it's way out from under the grass below your feet.

"what are you doing?" you'd stepped back. you never liked when seonghwa used his powers around you. a strange shiver always curled down your spine, lingered oddly at the base of your neck. you wondered if it was the death. did it do something to your powers? to you? your numb fingertips tingled and you pressed it to your palm.

"we have to get down there somehow."

"i'd rather walk."

"really?" he gestured at the steep hill. "you would?"

you'd glared at him for good measure and seonghwa only waved another hand. the ground cracked open, revealing skeletal thing with four legs and claws and a lopsided face. you stared at it.

"what are you waiting for? get on."

jongho had already mounted his...thing, as if it were normal. he'd waved, called out that he'd meet you both at the foot of the hill, and he zoomed down the hill, carefree. you'd watched in awe before you pressed a hand to the leg of the one in front of you. it hissed. hissed. you'd jumped.

"what the hell? is it supposed to do that?"

"he can sense fear."

"first of all, i am not afraid. second, 'he?'"

"oh, like you don't name and gender your plants?"

"because they thrive better with names and pronouns!" the skeletal thing - maybe a horse? a really really dead horse? - leaned close to you, and your numb fingers started to tingle.

you'd witnessed seongwha raising the dead often, but you'd never been this close to one. you didn't think you should be this close to one. it seemed to stare at you, despite having no eyes, just darkness where eye sockets once were, and this abject sense of dread spreading through your limbs. for a moment, you thought you could see what it used to look like, before it was buried away.

suddenly, the creature collapsed, and bones scattered. you stared at the pile of bones, watched as it started to disintegrate, as the wind took the bonedust away. you'd shrieked, and seonghwa stared at you for a moment too long. his eyes were darker than usual, almost black, and he said, with a sort of softness that nearly quelled the dread, "come here."

and, you did.

seonghwa held out a hand, and you let him pull you onto the back of his skeletal horse-monster-thing. your hand shook.

"not afraid, my ass."

"shut up."

when you got to the foot of the hill, to where the dragon's spiked tail curled around broken trees, seonghwa helped you off the creature. you'd looked back at it as you steadied yourself, still holding seonghwa's hand.

your footing faltered then.

seonghwa squeezed your hand, said so quietly, you could have mistaken his voice as the breeze, "do not say anything."

you could not tear your gaze from the creature. the horse. it was a horse. how did you know? the place where you sat was no longer just bones. pink flesh wound around the bones, fresh meat, as if it was regenerating. it was fully there. but -

"do not say anything," seonghwa repeated as he pulled you away, as he waved his hand and the horse turned to a pile of bones, as the bones disintegrated.

but the new flesh remained, clinging to the bones like meat would.

you looked at seonghwa, and you realized he was not necessarily demanding anything of you. his eyes were tired, and his grip was tight, and he begged, "please do not say anything."

so, you didn't.

~.~.~.~.~

wooyoung asked you to be there because he wanted you to heal the dragon.

"she's dying," seonghwa said, with one look to the dragon.

he was on wooyoung's other side. you'd placed an entire person between you two, but your body still tingled. you don't know what happened back there, but you had a feeling seonghwa did know what happened. he certainly reacted quickly enough to get rid of all evidence of the two of you regenerating a horse. a dead fucking horse. and he certainly knew enough to insist you don't speak of it.

that was when wooyoung said, "i know."

he looked at you.

you stared back.

wooyoung sighed when you didn't move. he gestured at the dragon, "fix her."

you frowned, "she might be an animal right now, but that's a human. i've never tried to bring back humans, wooyoung."

"you were going to have start some time."

"it's dangerous. seonghwa told me -"

"so you're going to let her die?"

"excuse me?"

"you're going to let her die," wooyoung turned his gaze to the curled up dragon. "do you know how old she is?"

"i don't -"

"nine years old."

you jolted. your eyes drifted to seonghwa. he only stood beside wooyoung, eyes trained on the dragon, expression unreadable. you glanced back, at jongho and wooyoung's friend. jongho was facing them, interacting them, and even in your plight to look for backup from someone, you couldn't help but take note of the rare exchange.

"that's not - me not helping won't kill her," you turned fully to wooyoung, shaking your head.

"really?" wooyoung asked. then he stepped forward, to her tail, and you watched with growing horror as wooyoung pressed a hand to the dragon's tail. then his hand started to glow a bright, bright blue, like the lake, like the dragon's - the nine year old girl's eyes - and you smelled burning flesh. the dragon did not move. did not thrash.

you were never one to allow yourself to feel responsible for other. when people with powers were being killed just for having powers, you'd turned the other cheek and pretended you were normal. when the city fell and those with powers were treated better, you'd stepped into that privilege without a second thought. you'd ignored the phone calls from the elderly couple that owned the flower shop you worked at. they begged you through voicemail to sponsor their shop so that the city would prioritize rebuilding it. you did not want to call attention to yourself. you did not want to jeopardize your safety. your bubble.

you were resourceful and observant and, most of all, self-serving.

so you didn't care. even as the smell of burning flesh grew and the dragon shifted a bit, barely, and you didn't care even when you heard a low cry, a sob really, and you realized that was the dragon, no the little girl, and you didn't care when wooyoung's flame grew and the girl's scales blackened and charred and you didn't -

wooyoung laughed.

the flames died.

you had your hand pressed to where he had charred her skin, and you'd shoved wooyoung away from her. wooyoung just laughed harder. he said, "fix her up well, y/n."

"what are you going to do to her?"

"teach her," wooyoung shrugged. "yoojung and doyeon need an apprentice, and the rebels have been acting up. a dragon would keep them quiet for a while. besides, nine year olds don't require convincing to join anyone. especially nine year olds who think we rescued them from the scary forest."

he'd pat your back and walked away, towards jongho and his friend, and you were left to stare after him in horror.

~.~.~.~.~

you sat in your apartment kitchen, rubbing at your palms. you couldn't feel anything. you physically could not feel your own fingers against your palms. you had a headache. your vision was still blurry.

but, you knew one thing for certain: you could breathe life into people without dying.

"did you know i'd be capable of this?" you'd asked wooyoung in the car earlier.

wooyoung sat in the backseat of the car, the little girl's head in his lap as she slept and held his hand tightly. when she healed, she returned to her human form, though she still had sharp teeth and nails and icy blue eyes. she grew attached to wooyoung quickly, out of everyone there, and strangely, he was kind to her. sweet almost. it was worse than seeing him burn her on purpose.

wooyoung said, "powers are like muscles. they just need training."

you thought of the 'landscaping' work he had you do. he was growing your stamina with it, you realized. your fingers curled into fists.

you knew you could save people, and so did wooyoung. he hummed a soft tune, and the girl in his lap relaxed visibly, the wrinkle between her brows softening.

wooyoung whispered, "i wasn't the one who suggested the training, y/n. i'm not the only bad guy here." you stared at seonghwa, who was driving wooyoung's car. wooyoung's voice was lofty as he hummed, "right, hwa?"

after dropping wooyoung, jongho, and the little girl to the council building, wooyoung told seonghwa to drive you home. seonghwa gripped the steering wheel as he said, "how are your hands?"

you hadn't been sure if he'd remember your side effects. you certainly didn't think he would care even if he did. you'd shrugged, said, "it's fine."

then he parked outside your building and asked to come in. you'd nodded. you're not sure why you did.

that was how you ended up in your kitchen, rubbing your numb palms together, and seonghwa stood on the other side of your kitchen table, shoulders slumped, eyes tired.

"you knew?" you finally spoke.

"i guessed you were capable of more."

"and you told wooyoung without even thinking of telling me."

"you don't understand."

"understand what? that all you do is betray people?"

seonghwa froze.

"that all you do is lie?"

seonghwa's expression twisted. he said, "i do the things i do to protect those i care about."

"right," you'd scoffed, "so you care about wooyoung? the man who was so quick to throw you under the bus just now? the man who would burn a nine year old alive just to get his fucking way?"

"he's angry. i -" seonghwa dragged a hand through his hair, "he's angry because i helped yeosang escape. he has no proof that i knew yeosang would finally get out, but wooyoung knows me better than i know myself. he doesn't need proof. so he's angry."

"why are you telling me that?" your frowned. you'd been wondering where yeosang was. last you heard, he told you he was going on a field job, but that was weeks ago, "why does it matter to me why the fuck he's angry?"

"because i want you to understand that this is so incredibly complicated, but i am trying to help you."

"why would you help me?"

"because of what happened on that horse," seonghwa gripped the table, knuckles white. "it's something he can't ever know about. it'll change everything. i've seen him terrorize - no, destroy - the people and things he loved just to achieve his goals. i don't know what the fuck he'd do with this kind of power, and it's...he is...-"

"frightening?"

seonghwa nodded. you stared at his dark eyes and the felt the underlying current that seeped from his very being. for months and months, you felt a dreadful feeling in his presence, one that felt like both terror and wonder. around him, you felt death, and it both unnerved you and made you wonder. you'd wondered often if he felt the same about you and the powers he could likely feel seeping from you.

"so are you," you said. "you are frightening too."

his shoulders slumped as if he did not know. or perhaps, he did not want you to remind him, not for this particular shortcoming.

~.~.~.~.~

"seonghwa asked me the other day if i thought he was frightening," wooyoung did not look at you. his hands remained busy with the paperwork in front of him. you watched his nonchalance with wary eyes.

"what does that have to do with me?" you asked, though you couldn't help but stiffen at the reminder of the conversation. after a beat, you added a, "respectfully."

wooyoung smiled, a slow thing. his eyes flickered to the corner of the room, where his friend sat against the wall.

then he said, "seonghwa is kind and gentle. he cares for everyone, even when they don't fucking deserve it. he joined me because he saw and felt the suffering our kind went through. he's told me about them, the people, adults, kids, that were killed long before my initiative began. they're the ones i could not save."

"meanwhile," wooyoung's smile dropped, "you ignored it, y/n. your powers manifested decades ago, but you hid it to protect yourself. i wonder how often you turned the other cheek when someone asked for your help? super powered and non-powered alike? and that's not even the worst of it, is it, y/n? don't shake your head at me. i've seen your phone records. you couldn't even be bothered to check in on the two people who gave you a job, helped you from losing your precious apartment when you'd cut ties from your shitty family in search of a new life in the city. who the fuck are you to call someone like seonghwa frightening when you've done what you'd done? from the looks of it, this is the first time you've ever done something kind for someone else."

you'd stared him, watched as he tossed a manila folder in your direction. a picture of your parents slipped out. they were older in it, and you'd found yourself staring. you hadn't seen them since you left years ago. "how do you know all this?"

"is that all you care about? how i found out about your dirty laundry? me? the government official with access to everyone's records?"

you'd glared, backing away when he matched your expression.

he said, "if anyone is frightening, it's you. and it's ironic, isn't it? y/n, breather of life, is selfish and self-serving. who fucking knew."

"i don't want a lecture from you."

"i've done a thousand terrible things in my life, y/n, but not only will i admit to every single one of them," wooyoung said, "i've also never ignored a person who needed my help. especially not when that person has helped me. if anyone here, in this entire building, maybe even this city, is a frightening monster, it is you. not seonghwa. never seonghwa."

it echoed after you, even when you spun on your heels and left, slamming the door shut behind you.

it is you.

~.~.~.~.~

"woah."

you'd downed another shot. jongho giggled at you. he'd clearly been upset, likely because of yeosang leaving. it was all over the news, the announcement that yeosang was now a high profile criminal who joined the ranks of wanted criminals like kim hongjoong, choi san, jeong yunho, and song mingi. heroes turned into criminals who wanted to cause chaos. according to the news.

you reached for another and seonghwa snatched it from your hand, sliding it to jongho who downed it himself. "hey! he's already plastered."

"he's not downing shots like it's water."

"he should be. it's fun."

seonghwa sighed, his jaw ticking even as he took the seat next to you. jongho giggled as he watched, laying his head on his forearms. he said, "it really is fun."

"besides, he's the sad one. you should be monitoring him."

"i'm not sad," jongho said.

"yeah," you rolled your eyes, "sure."

"i mean, yeosang is happier out there than he ever was here. and, i mean don't tell wooyoung okay? swear it. yes. pinky promise. okay? okay? yes!" jongho nearly fell out of his chair, but he clasped the table and held himself steady as he said, "i promised yeosang i'd take care of wooyoung. i'm the only one he doesn't hurt. i mean, he can't. i'm literally indestructible. but he also never tried to hurt me. it's weird though, because he loves everyone else so much more, but he still - oh i need to pee."

jongho got up and stumbled to the bathroom and you watched seonghwa watch jongho as he stumbled through the bar. his eyes periodically flickered to the bathroom, always watching.

"you should have been the one with animancy."

you didn't mean to say that, but it slipped out so easily.

his eyes left the bathroom entrance, lingered on you. the way his soft gaze flickered over your face left you feeling warm.

"it makes sense," you said, with a small sigh, "you take care of people. you already breathe life into things. it'd make so much sense."

he was the light one would think of someone who could give life to others.

"you think you could handle the dead, y/n? the resentment they have? you can barely handle wooyoung's words."

"hey!"

"who said life had to be sweet and kind? selfless?"

you'd froze, "how did you know -"

"it's wooyoung. i can guess." seonghwa said, "if anything life is the most selfish thing in the world. it has to be. death does not discriminate, it's abundant and fruitful. but life is stingy. it births some people into riches and others into hell itself. it takes months, sometimes even years of praying and medicine, for a baby to be brought into this world. but death can happen in an instant. suddenly. without question. why else do you think it's so difficult for you to transfer life into things while it's so easy for me to raise so many of the dead?"

"was that just your fancy way of calling me selfish?" you'd joked. he was right of course, and it eased your mind more than you'd admit. so you resorted to a jibe. besides, you liked the way a small grin tugged at his lips.

"and annoying," he said, so nonchalantly.

you laughed, and he smiled, and wooyoung's words didn't sting so bad right then. the guilt, however, of calling seonghwa frightening when he was anything but. it would stay with you, you think, until the day you die.

[4uru]

So turns out i have massive resting bitch face™ thats why many ppl in my class do not approach me. So it basically goes like

Me, externally: 😒

Classmates: *borderline concerned*

Me, internally: 😐 damn does everybody in this class hate my fucking guts or smth?

Also i noticed i go quite sometimes? Like im fine, i am not mad, i just dont want to talk rn. BUT LIKE I WANT U TO TALK TO ME?? JUST GIVE ME A TED TALK IDK??? I LOVE INTERACTING WITH PPL BUT I SEEM VERY UNAPPROACHABLE!!!! but i dont want to make the first move bc i have been bullied since daycare for being annoying. I have been called annoying and talkative my whole life. Now i cant make friends bc im not a regular amount of talkative??? I either talk too much or not at all. Many ppl are showing concern idfk what to do. Literally the closest relationship i had crumbled bc of this. Fuck my life

[lighthouseas]

How do you think Will would react when he finds out that Mike is in love with him?

How do you think Mike would react when he finds out that Will is in love with him?

How do you think will felt after "it's not my fault you don't like girls"?

How and when do you think Will found out that he loves Mike and how did he react to his own feelings?

What future do you think Will likes to envision for himself and Mike? (If Mike loved/loves him back)

How do you think Will was feeling at the snowball?

What do you think Will imagines in the situation if someone finds out that he is gay?

How do you think Lonnie’s abuse affected Will?

i think he would be in a state of disbelief, for sure. he's spent so many years toiling over the fact that mike may never love him back, and then after s2 i think he thought "hey, maybe i have a chance"- and then, of course, there was the rain fight and everything came crashing down. so i don't think he'd believe it at first and mike would probably have to kiss him or smth to make him believe it hehe <3

as for mike, judging by his character i think he would take action on it pretty immediately because i think he knows he loves will and has been hoping that maybe, just maybe, will loved him back. and mike is a very "act before you think" person so i think he'd pull a s2 jonathan and just. make a move. just like that. or he'd have an existential crisis and then make a move. one or the other idk lol

betrayed. utterly betrayed. literally just last fall mike hadn't been able to leave will's side, had taken care of him at his darkest moments and shown a side of him he didn't show anyone else. i really think will thought he had a chance and then all of that just crumbled after "it's not my fault you don't like girls". he felt like he just lost his best friend and love of his life since forever.

i think he probably figured it out in the time between s2 and s3. i think he knew some of what his feelings were in s2, but pushed them down because of his father being a dick, internalized homophobia, etc etc. but in s3 i believe he accepted what he felt but neglected it because mike was dating el. then of course mike was an asshole so that didn't exactly work out.

i like to think he'd imagine living in a bustling city in a nice apartment where he could wake up to see mike with him every day <33 just overall a domestic and adorable life where he was happy and content with the one he loves the most

really awkward lol. he was smiling and dancing like a robot. my boy just wanted to dance with mike and then mike decided to kiss a girl he had known for a week...

from the party and his family, probably acceptance (except maybe from mike because of the rain fight but idk) but he'd probably be afraid of them knowing because he wouldn't want to be seen differently than how he already is. he knows being gay doesn't change anything about his persona, but he might be worried his loved ones will treat him differently (not badly, just differently, and he doesn't want that).

oh god, horribly. lonnie called will slurs when will was just a little kid, which probably affected his self esteem from a very young age. i can't imagine the feeling of being called homophobic slurs by your own family member, only for them to be right (not that being gay is bad, obviously). speaking from experience he also probably has issues talking about his own interests, which lonnie allegedly didn't like him for having- trying to get him to be "normal" by playing baseball and such.

ty for the ask!

[chibitabathasloves]

i think when it comes to learning a language it's better to learn smth fun than smth u "should" i never was able to get into spanish. and theres no real reason for me to learn lithuanian but its fun ! gl w danish !!

if you do end up reading the books i'll have to warn you of p much every trigger warning on earth ? thomas harris managed to trigger me on things i didn't even know could be a problem. so be safe out there. i haven't watched SOTL in a way that matters so i can't say anything about it (i know) or hannibal rising for that matter (havent even read the book version of that) but manhunter is also another hannibal i love ! he's in it for 8 minutes though. up to you if thats worth it. feed the book notes ! :) also i wouldnt be able to judge u for ur handwriting ! i have severe dysgraphia so i understand how it is sometimes. i can't promise id be able to read it though. (also unrelated and a bit late but if you want to share the italian will/hanna nicknames i think i'd love that knowledge)

my favorite part about NBC lecter is definitely his self control. his need for control actually. and to me the most important part about lecter is his survivability. that's why to me its always funny to think "oh old man needs his fancy silk and fine dinners, he'd crumble like feta if he didn't have them" but if this turns into serious analysis of his character then its glossing over the fact that hannibal lecter has reached almost perfect ataraxia ? like, he has perfect control at all times. he has control over the situation (his constant manipulation and schemes) but if the situation slips from him (getting tied up christ style and slashed at the wrists, getting kidnapped and tied up in the stables), then it doesn't matter, he still has control. because... he doesn't care ! hannibal doesn't lose his shit pulling his hair out crying screaming if his plans don't go according to plan because he's reached perfect control over his emotions. therefore he doesn't care if things go wrong, it's just another interesting thing happening in his life. if he doesn't allow himself to feel upset, if he doesn't allow himself to freak out over the loss of control, then he's never lost control in the first place, he can't get traumatized, and it's like nothing bad happened. that's why i think any upset he might have felt over the assassination attempt was played up/acted out so he could lure alana (who is attracted to pathetic men in need of fixing like a moth to the light). thats also why i think hannibal couldn't have suffered THAT much from being in jail for three years because... idk like sure it cost him something, it cost him his freedom and everything. freedom from murder. but the fact he gave it up willingly is so much more important to who hannibal lecter is - someone who will never be in a traumatic situation ever again and never get hurt again - than any luxury he might have had when he was free and has now lost. i think in comparison the s2 finale was more of a loss of control albeit partial and i think it affected him more negatively. what are ur thoughts

Okay, so I actually have my notes out, because I am an absolute little gremlin. And you're right about the sense of control over his emotions. When he had a noose around his neck he was still cracking jokes. And you're also right about playing up the trauma. If you watch him with Jack, he has his regular collar, buttoned all the way up with a tie. With Alana he wears the shirts open with a scarf to cover up the bruises that may or may not still be there. He acts like the idea of having something constricting around his neck is unappealing, but still steps into his tailored suits and ties a scarf around his neck anyways. Its a very shallow and easily seen through disguise (bruises from a noose would be much high up his neck).

When he was in the straight jacket at the pig pen he only had eyes for Will. Understanding that despite the fact that Will could easily dispose of him, it is still not the reckoning he was promised. So its only a matter of time until that happens. Its part of the reason I think he ledt Will unconscious while abducting Mason. A lot of season 2 is about the pull between Will and Hannibal I think.

The culmination of that tug of war leads to the first time that Hannibal is let down. It was a loss of control over his emotions, after all, one cannot help with who they fall in love with. He thought that Will would join his side, or kill him. Instead he had to deal with Jack Crawford in his kitchen. Hannibal smelled the betrayal on Will’s skin and gave him a choice. But what Hannibal couldn't see was Will trying to sort out his affairs, asking Freddie to not write about Abigail, to only write about him. I think Will was getting ready to leave with him, but unfortunately due to Jack it was taken from him in the form of a knife wound. Gutting him in the literal sense compared to the emotional gutting Hannibal received.

I think the second time he is let down is around the time that Will decides that he doesn't want to know where Hannibal is. Will went to forgive Hannibal, to see if he could love him, even if he wasn't aware of the love he carried just yet. And he was met with a bone saw and the promise of having his brain eaten. Will had enough, but Hannibal thought they could move on from it. I think that Hannibal knew that despite the fact that Will said he was cutting ties, that he didn't mean it. It's really hard to tell, but Will isn't making eye contact. And I think that's really telling.

I think that part of the reason that Hannibal gives himself up in front of Will is to show that he doesn't need all the trappings, just Will's regard. Its a cheap shot, but it clearly works. He seems to grow into his ability to roll with how his love for Will makes him feel. Reveling in the unpredictable nature of it and the man who causes it. I do believe Hannibal when he said he has found Will in his mind palace, victorious. Even if its just a shade of the man he desires. Which is why I agree that the S2 finale was much more rife with trauma for them both.

I am going to stop rambling now before this turns into a dissertation oh my god

[fauxspirited]

16, 21, 25, 32, 33, 35, 39

:)

omg. ok let’s get to WORK.

16: I’ll love you if

you are someone i consider a friend 😊 love all my friends.

21: What I love most about myself

is just my resilience. i’m basically at war w life now, keeping myself going out of spite. and imma keep going

25: My idea of a perfect date

hmm. i still think a picnic is a very worthwhile date, and extra points if it’s at a waterfront park or lakeside.

32:What words upset me the most

idk 🧐

33:What words make me feel the best about myself

how do u even answer these. words are words??? is this supposed to be like adjectives like how i would like to be described or smth lmao

35:What I find attractive in men

their ability to take care of themselves, a lil dash of confidence and ambition, a lotta emotional intelligence and conversation skills. also just not being douchebags. + extra pts for being tall 😌

39:My favorite ice cream flavor

i have a few favs but the talenti layers coffee cookie crumble, and any brand that does the chocolate marshmallow thing are at the top of my list.