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tsarisfanfiction · 7 months

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Shocking

Fandom: Daughter of the Deep Rating: Teen Genre: Hurt/Comfort/Friendship Characters: Gemini Twain, Nelinha da Silva Harding-Pencroft made sure their Leyden guns were quick and painless. Land Institute, not so much. Whumptober day 4, shock. I had a lot of fun writing this. Still getting used to the characters for this fandom, but enjoying figuring them out, one fic at a time.

Land Institute didn’t give up.

They'd known, when they let Caleb South and the others leave on the Varuna, that it wouldn't be the last time LI came after them, but they hadn't had a choice. The other option had been to kill them all, and as Ana had said, Harding-Pencroft was better than that.

They were, and Gem hadn't been fond of the idea of killing them all, either, so he was glad that when faced with the choice, Ana had chosen to let them go instead.

That didn’t make the relentless pursuit any more enjoyable, though.

With the destruction of the Aronnax, LI had lost any ability to match the Nautilus in the seas. For all that she was old, and her back-up engine was run on coal of all things, she was also an absolute marvel of engineering that had the Cephalopods still in complete awe even months after first boarding her. Gem, Ana, and the rest of them were well aware that LI still had the plans for the Aronnax, and that one day LI would build a new version that likely wouldn’t succumb to Romeo so easily, but until the other submarine appeared, they were safe in the water.

On land, not so much.

The Nautilus could do many, many things that completely boggled Gem’s understanding of technology and had yet to be explained by their resident Cephalopods, but she could not magic supplies out of nowhere. Lincoln Base made up for most of the deficit, but sometimes, they had to make a run to occupied land in order to retrieve a few extra necessities that Nemo hadn’t developed alternatives for, likely because he’d never felt a need for them in his lifetime.

Land trips, when they happened, were always meticulously planned. Gem took point on the logistics, and always made sure most of the party were fully-armed Sharks, just in case LI made an appearance, but sometimes there were things on the shopping list that Sharks wouldn’t be able to identify.

Or more specifically, that Nelinha and her fellow Cephalopods didn’t trust them to identify.

Gem didn’t know if he and Nelinha would ever be friends. He had a lot of respect for the Brazilian girl, and a lot of remorse for his part in tarring her with the Scholarship Kid brush back at HP, and if she was open to the idea of friendship, he would gladly take it. So far, however, their relationship was one of mutual understanding – both of them had claim to Ana as a friend (although Gem knew, understood and accepted that the Indian girl would always pick Nelinha first, if she ever had to make a choice), and had reached a point of compromise that occasionally bordered on camaraderie.

He enjoyed their banter, when Nelinha wasn’t buried in the inner workings of the Nautilus, and he hoped that she did, too.

While essential, this particular supply trip didn’t need a huge party. There were only a few, select items on the shopping list, none of which Gem could identify, but all considered of vital and immediate importance by the Cephalopods, who had quickly persuaded Ana and their resident adult supervision (barring Luca, who had been one of said persuading Cephalopods) that the trip was worth the potential exposure to Land Institute. After much debate, and a few near-arguments before Ana stepped in, it had been decided that just Gem and Nelinha would be enough. Nelinha, for identification and acquisition of the parts, and Gem as the necessary gunslinging Shark on protection duty just in case.

There had been no sign of Land Institute in the area – Lee-Ann and the rest of the Dolphins, including their captain, had been thorough in their recon.

Gem dearly wanted to know where the Land Institute had been hiding, and how they’d evaded the Dolphins’ searching.

He and Nelinha were cornered, not far from the dock were the Nautilus waited, but with no clear passage back. In their way, weapons no doubt trained on the exact point they would be forced to emerge through, Gem had counted four people wearing the hostile emblem of LI.

Behind him, clutching her precious purchases with one hand while the other held her Leyden gun at the ready, Nelinha was muttering in Portuguese. Gem didn’t speak the language, but he suspected he didn’t want to know what she was saying.

He assessed his own arsenal, rather more extensive than Nelinha’s single Leyden gun, but not quite as much as he would’ve liked – even wearing the recognised Shark insignia, there were only so many weapons he could visibly carry in public before people started getting twitchy. He was limited to his SIG Sauers and their comforting weights on his hips, a single bandolier of flash-bang grenades hidden under a coat, and a Leyden gun. Nothing fatal – the SIG Sauers were loaded with rubber bullets as always – but enough to give Land Institute students a headache.

Unfortunately, they knew where he and Nelinha had been forced to shelter, and in order to get a lock on a target, Gem would have to step out and make a target of himself, first.

He fingered a flash-bang grenade, lifting it clear of the bandolier but keeping the pin firmly in place as he showed it to Nelinha. Cover your ears, he mouthed, also miming plugging his ears with his free hand. She knew what they did – there wasn’t a single piece of Nemo tech that she hadn’t given at least a cursory inspection of over the past few months – but Gem refused to take any chances.

He had to get her safely back to the Nautilus. Failure was not an option.

Her eyes focused on the grenade and she frowned, but obeyed, holstering her gun so that she had her hands free to plug her ears. It wouldn’t be perfect, but it would have to be enough. Gem slipped wax into his own ears, giving them a moment to settle, before tugging out the pin with his teeth and lobbing it out towards where the LI were waiting.

The grenade sailed around the corner and he saw the edge of the flash a second later. The ground beneath his feet vibrated, suggesting the bang part of flash-bang had activated as it was supposed to, and he ran out of their small area of shelter, firing at the LI students.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Four rubber bullets, four dropped students. They wouldn’t be out for long, but it would be long enough to get back to the Nautilus.

Gem turned back and gestured for Nelinha to emerge, giving her sharp signals to stay low and move quickly, in case any of them had a particularly thick skull and wouldn’t stay down for long. She obeyed, and Gem had a brief moment to be thankful for the fact that their relationship had improved to the point where she would listen to him without complaint when they were in a combat situation. He scanned the downed LI students – none of them familiar, and from their ages likely freshmen – for signs of life as they started to move out cautiously, but none of them appeared to be unusually thick-skulled and showed no signs of stirring.

Neither he nor Nelinha needed any encouragement to be swift as they broke away from cover, though. Gem still had the wax in his ears, but there was no opportunity to take them out, and as long as all four hostiles stayed down-

Something stabbed him in the shoulder.

He flinched, almost dropping his gun, and spun around to see where his attacker w-

Agony.

Gem had been on the receiving end of a Leyden gun before. Dr Hewett’s demonstration had been all too brief in his memory, but he still recalled the feeling of his nerves tingling until they set on fire, before darkness had extinguished the flames and he’d woken up a few minutes later feeling absolutely fine.

HP’s Leyden guns were set to incapacitate with the least amount of pain.

LI had no such principles.

Gem felt rather than heard the scream that tore itself from his throat, muffled and tinny through the earplugs but vicious against his vocal cords. Stars exploded in his vision, linking themselves together with flashes of lightning static. The charge jetted all through his body, sending his muscles into uncontrollable spasms, and he faintly felt his knees crash into the ground, rapidly followed by his shoulders and then his head. His pistols slipped from his fingers as his body instinctively curled in on itself, desperately trying to get the pain to stop, but it wasn’t working, wasn’t easing, and the screams still echoed hollowly in his ears.

Then it stopped.

The lightshow behind closed eyelids faded away to nothing, and the hoarse screaming died shortly afterwards. His muscles still spasmed, but the lightning arcing through them had gone.

Suddenly, the darkness seemed very inviting as it lured him closer, a promise of oblivion and respite from the pain that still danced along all of his nerves.

A hand landed on his shoulder and he heard a whimper. Fingers pried at his ears and he tried to recoil away, but his body wasn’t responding. The world made a strange pop as the wax in his ears was plucked out.

“Spidey!”

Nelinha called him that more often than not, and Gem still hadn’t worked out if it was malicious or more banter. He knew most of the Spider-Man references muttered behind his back before LI had blown up their school had been the former.

“Gem, can you hear me?” Hands shook his shoulders roughly and he gasped as it made fresh little arcs of electricity run through his body. “Gem!”

She sounded worried. Gem took in a deep breath.

“I hear you,” he gasped, choking a little at the pain talking provoked.

“Good,” she replied, and the hands shifted until they were grabbing him by the lapels of his coat. “We need to get out of here before more show up. Can you stand?”

Gem’s legs were still twitching as the leftover electricity juddered through them and he doubted they’d take his weight without complaint. He also knew Nelinha was right and they needed to move.

Hauling himself to his feet was difficult; without Nelinha gripping onto him and all but dragging him upright, he wouldn’t have managed it. As it was, he was still a juddering, gasping mess of pain when she finally got him to his feet, one arm draped liberally across her shoulders.

Walking was even harder, his feet not wanting to even consider placing one in front of the other, but despite being shorter than him by a not inconsiderable margin, Nelinha was used to hard physical work lugging around heavy pieces of machinery, and to Gem’s relief it translated to being able to drag him along like a semi-sentient sack of potatoes.

“Sorry,” he rasped, as his feet tangled together and almost sent them both sprawling out onto the ground.

“Don’t be,” she replied shortly, staggering but keeping her balance and yanking Gem forwards some more. “This is Land Institute’s fault, and if you weren’t with me, I would never have got out of there.” He felt her muscles heave as she pulled his arm further around her shoulders, and dimly noticed that she had her Leyden gun unholstered again.

The lack of continuing hostile fire suddenly made a certain amount of sense.

Gem’s muscles did not recover from their near-constant spasms on the awkward trip back to the Nautilus’ dock, although his vision slowly faded back into focus, if with the addition of white sprites darting across the world.

They didn’t recover as Nelinha all but dragged him back on board their submarine, either, to the concerned chorus of their classmates, and Gem couldn’t protest the stretcher he was bundled onto, especially as his nerves took that moment to almost fully reignite and give an agonising encore of the original attack.

“What happened?” he heard Franklin demand of Nelinha, echoed by Ana across the tannoy system. The Cephalopod, perhaps predictably, launched into an explanation of how the Leyden-harpoon Gem hadn’t even seen before it hit him appeared to work, complete with estimates on voltage and other hair-raising numbers that made Gem feel lucky to still be alive, let alone conscious.

Semi-conscious, if he was being accurate.

The Orca prefect was clearly not impressed at LI’s new and increasingly aggressive weaponry, and Gem had to agree.

He was pretty sure that at some point between being loaded onto the stretcher and arriving in the Nautilus’ infirmary, he passed out. His eyes only drifted shut for what felt like a moment, but when they re-opened his muscles felt sore, as though they’d had a solid workout that had gone on far too long, but no longer spasmed uncontrollably, and there was a comforting haze of painkillers lurking at the edge of his awareness – accompanied by the blissful lack of pain.

More bizarre than the seemingly-sudden shift from pain to anaesthetic was the girl sat by his bed. Despite the similar colouring, it wasn’t the girl that Gem might have thought would drop by, Ana taking her role of captain seriously when it came to her crew – and also a good enough friend to worry about Gem.

Nelinha was tinkering with something in her hands, because no true Cephalopod sat still and did nothing when there was technology to play with, and the Nautilus would never run dry of interesting technology to play with, but that didn’t make her presence there, at Gem’s bedside, any more understandable.

“Nelinha?” he asked, pushing himself up on his elbows. His shoulder complained loudly, and a glance showed neat white bandaging around it. She jumped.

“Spidey!” She made a few more twists with the unidentifiable mass of metal and solder in her hands. “You know you’re not supposed to get hit with the pointy things with highly electric currents, yes?”

Gem winced at the reminder. “It wasn’t my intention,” he defended himself weakly. The girl huffed.

“I don’t care,” she said. “Don’t do it again.” Somehow, she got a piece of wire to materialise out of the little project in her hands, and looped it around itself. Gem still couldn’t tell what it was, or what it was supposed to turn into once the Cephalopod was done with it. Nelinha eyed her project critically before standing up. “That body armour isn’t going to build itself,” she commented, and Gem wondered what body armour? but he didn’t get a chance to ask before the girl was walking away, little gadget in hand, as though she’d simply been waiting for him to wake up before returning to her main project.

Nelinha waiting for him to wake up? That didn’t seem right, but Gem didn’t have another explanation, and a small flicker of hope made itself known, although he was careful not to let it run too rampant, in case he was wrong.

But maybe one day they could be friends, after all.

#whumptober2023 #no.4 #shock #daughter of the deep #fic #daughter of the deep fanfiction #gemini twain #nelinha da silva #tsari writes fanfiction

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the-golden-ghost · 1 month

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What, if any, were the formative books of your childhood? (once you were old enough to be reading independently ie not picture books, but before high school)

My book of Illustrated Fairy Tales that pretty much included any public domain kid's work at the time (it also had stuff like Peter Pan and the Velveteen Rabbit which aren't really fairy tales). I think I still have it but I'm not 100% sure of the publisher

My abridged 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea copy. Read when I was 7, LOVED that thing. Reading as an adult is extremely funny though. Aronnax buddy why so many exclamation points. Why does Nemo have a gun etc.

A Series Of Unfortunate Events: Yeah Bay Bee but no seriously it was good and shaped my childhood and my writing

Warrior cats: Another formative series but this one was NOT good. Entertaining though? Absolutely. Do I have Opinions on it still? Hell yes

Calvin and Hobbes collections (i.e. There's Treasure Everywhere, Yukon Ho, Something Under the Bed Is Drooling, Attack of the Deranged Mutant Killer Monster Snow Goons et al. I don't think I had EVERY one but I did have a lot of them and they were masterful)

The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane: Filed under Kid's Books That Went Really Fucking Hard (emotionally) For No Good Reason (but we're happy they did)

Bailey School Kids: Books about kids and their teachers are like. folklore monsters and they just have to put up with that. Kinda Scooby-Doo but it was fun and got me started on cryptids as a young'un. Source of a Mandela Effect for me cause I remember one of the covers scaring the everloving shit out of me but when I look for it now it's not remotely how I remember.

Goosebumps: I liked children's horror a lot when I was young and Goosebumps was THE series for it.

The Underneath: Another one of the Emotionally Fucked Up But Dear God Did it Hit extraction, highkey recommended

#I can probably think of more but this is good for now #I read a LOT as a kid!

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baenxietydad · 6 months

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Swynrpwrimo Task #16 - Character #Inspo

Find five existing fictional characters who remind you of your character (or who inspired your character) and write a little bit about how that character relates to your own.

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Eight characters that inspired or reflect Marlin

Woo Gwang-ho (Extraordinary Attorney Woo) / Chidi Anagonye (The Good Place) / Joel Hammond (Santa Clarita Diet) / Dorothy Zbornak (Golden Girls) / Lorelai Gilmore (Gilmore Girls) / Appa (Kim's Convenience) / Aziraphale (Good Omens) / Baek Isak (Pachinko)

Woo Gwang-ho - The way they love!! Their children!! And he's a single dad! Gwang-ho's daughter is also disabled (autistic) like Nemo is (his wing) and he will not abide his daughter being treated poorly because of it and I love that for Gwang-ho and Marlin both. And the way they both gave up things important to them for their childrens' sake. Gwang-ho, his career as a lawyer. Marlin, his home country.

Chidi Anagonye - Look at that ball of existential dread and tell me that ain't Marlincore. I rest my case.

Joel Hammond - Joel is SO Marlin! The one-liners are simply /*chef's kiss*/ and it's the way he literally would and does do murder for his wife lmao. Your man would never.

Dorothy Zbornak - This is more inner Marlin than outer Marlin, but god Marlin really is...such a bitch <3 respectfully to mother Dorothy, patron saint of queen bitches <3

Lorelai Gilmore - Lorelai/Rory is such Marlin/Nemo energy! They're best friends<3 They love each other SO much and are super close, they sometimes just be hanging out like besties especially now that Nemo's twenty.

Appa - So, this is more so Appa's relationship with Janet in the show than the whole character. But his relationship with his daughter Janet is very Marlin and Nemo! The character as a whole does have Marlin vibes but especially that character relationship!

Aziraphale - This one is a little more you need to squint. But! Ahem, allow me. Aziraphale is bad at being an angel despite that simply being what he is. Marlin is often regarded as being "bad" at being a fairy, with his slightly individualistic tendencies. At the same time he's inherently "bad" at the human world because he's a Hollow-raised fairy. He's a little bit of a bastard, not enough to make him a terrible person, and a lot of it is internal or only comes out when talking shit to people he's close to but he honestly IS a little more mean-spirited than a fairy is expected to be.

Baek Isak - Y'all need to read this book and watch the Apple TV show! It's so good!!! Isak is such Marlincore. For Isak and Marlin both, enabling their wives and children to have a chance at a good life is the most important thing; neither man is ever motivated by the desire for his own success or his own happiness. Marlin cares a little bit about enjoying himself -- primarily with friendships and his hobbies, but it's still secondary to Nemo's needs and wants.

#swynrpwrimo #swynrpwrimomak

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philip-seville-archive · 3 years

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15, 16, 19, 20

What’s your proudest moment/accomplishment in BDRP?

answered but have another! i originated the labors like pitched the whole insane thing bc i am a chaotic neutral and i wanted to get my way quite frankly! but i am proud of its legacy and that its become something that other people do and want to do. i remember when i pitched it i was like ‘and no one will be crazy enough to do it so its not like u will ever have to worry about it again.’ im glad i was wrong lmfao. labor stuff is so fun.

What thread that’s not your own do you remember watching closely?

i was reading a recent eilonwy/lachlann actually bc it took place in hatter’s and so i was like well what if there are things here i could Overhear xP and i just LOVED their relationship of course. they are so sweet !!

Write some love for three Muns of your choice!

this is kind of stressful but i’ll do some newer people ok

Z, seriously!! I’m so happy you’ve returned and brought such lovely characters to us. Our Nemo/Ian is still one of my favourite threads, and I really like the relationship that Pipian has too. You play Ian so thoughtfully and have amazing ideas. I also felt like personally so happy when u picked up Edward since that was one of my favourite skeletons i had written in the past year. You once again have AMAZED me with ur interpretation of it-- the book that gains a page, the narrator’s voice...literally chef kiss buddy.

Jean!!!!! you are such a delightful presence! you really made an impact with Lachlann and it shows. I love how you embraced the spill...really helps me feel less self-conscious or insecure with it sometimes ehe. and also again, our threads have been full of surprises. i like writing with partners who i cant predict and who also can’t predict me if that makes sense...we just kind of Ride The Vibe of the para. I never would have thought lachlann/jun would go where it went and i hope they get another para soon!

Emma, you sent this to me so!! You already know but we mourned ur absence for years. I’m glad u came back and decided to stick around and am constantly inspired by how inventive you are with plotting and with twitter lol. you’ve even started that amazing new friends day (!!) thing which is so cute and just shows what a natural community builder you are. Happy that we have Henleigh, a doomed and twisted ship, but genuinely do wanna say ashleigh has more affection than she lets show. also phinnip ahahahahha look when i send you 20k of the phinnip au please roll with it lkfajldk

Write some love for three Muses of your choice!

these r gonna be more ridiculous here we go

pip....... my shiny lavender scented glade plug-in. stop hijacking my brain we get it you’re awesome! keep doing exactly what ur doing, don’t change, get more embarrassing, be meaner actually!!! maybe ur the inner mean girl i never was and this is performative art! whatever it is, you’re right im wrong shut up!

nemo.......................................................i conclude. jk i just sdkjflkdal very happy u r getting off-dash help rn lmao. ur honestly my favourite trope out there, aka the good bean. to contrast wht i just said about pip, being a good kind person is way harder than being mean, its complicated and interesting to read about in my opinion. i love how hard u try.

jun! my favorite thing about u is how i can write something i just Disagree With Completely. I’m like oh ho ho, this boy is WRONG! i also like how u (secretly) know its wrong too but u wont admit it, you’d rather die. also getting really emotional these days about how you are probably on the grayro scale but how different your grayro-ness is from john darling or mel or andrina or olaf and how that helps me understand different types of aromanticism beyond my own. :) lets keep learning about each other buddy! this got serious??? my bad!

#meme #evil--endeavor

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camels-pen · 3 months

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(inspired by this post)

"Here."

Usopp stared at the hat in Sanji's hand. He patted his head, surprised to find it bare. His memories were fuzzy after meeting that kappa kid, but he hadn't even realized he'd lost it.

Sanji shook the hat. "Well? Aren't you going to take it?"

Usopp looked up from the hat. Sanji had his face turned away.

Usopp deflated. "You're still mad at me?"

Sanji dropped his arm and the hat crumpled in his hand. "What were you thinking, running off on your own?"

"Like I said to Nami, it was an accident—the backpack wouldn't come off and sent me flying! And besides I came back—"

"Not that!"

Usopp's brows furrowed. "Then what—?"

"When I was cooking, what possessed you to fuck off on your own?"

Usopp scowled. Seriously? "Oh no," Usopp said, sarcasm dripping from his voice. "You had one less cheerleader to fawn over you in your manly cooking competition. The horror." He reached for his hat. "I'll just take this and go—"

Sanji swiftly pulled it out of his reach. Usopp tried for it again and again, but Sanji kept dodging him. His grip on the hat was getting noticeably tighter.

"Sanji, quit it! Just give me my hat and you can go back to avoiding me—"

"I don't want to avoid you!" Sanji dodged another grab. "You just keep pissing me the hell off whenever I look at you!"

"How is that my fault?!" Usopp said, taking another unsuccessful swipe. "I thought we all talked this out already! And Nami's not mad anymore, so what's your problem?!"

"You wanna know what my problem is?!" Sanji grabbed a fistful of Usopp's collar and yanked him forward. "You disappeared!"

Usopp's eyes widened. Sanji had practically snarled at him, but the look on his face didn't match up: there were terrible bags under his eye. Dried blood on bitten lips.

Tears threatening to fall any moment.

Sanji deflated, his grip on Usopp's shirt loosening. "You disappeared and... and I couldn't find you."

"Damn, I really worried you, didn't I?"

"Of course you did, dumbass!" Sanji swept his arms wide. "What was I supposed to do when I saw that shitty kappa wearing your hat while you were nowhere to be found?! Shit, at one point I thought you were—" Sanji cut himself off.

"Sanji?"

Sanji brought the hat up to rest on his chest, taking a deep breath. "It doesn't matter. You're here now. You're fine." Usopp didn't know whether he was saying that for Usopp's sake or his own. "Just forget I said anything and take your hat."

He could. He certainly could. But…

The way Sanji's shoulders slumped. The way Usopp's hat was still clutched close to his chest. The way he looked awful despite them having left that island behind a few days ago.

He couldn't just leave Sanji like that.

Usopp rolled a few ideas around in his head before clearing his throat. In a posh accent he said, "Well then, good sir, I am terribly grateful to you for finding one of the most prized hats in my collection."

Sanji pursed his lips. "Usopp, just take the damn hat."

"All in due time, of course! However, oh dear,"—Usopp put his hands to his cheeks with an exaggerated gasp—"I've found myself without my beautiful attendants to aid me in adorning such a magnificent piece atop my head."

"Usopp—"

"It's truly a shame that such a thing will be collecting dust until I'm able to reunite with them again." Usopp pretended to cry into a blue handkerchief. "Oh, whatever shall I do—"

"When did you—?!" Sanji frantically patted his pockets.

Usopp grinned. "I'm well traveled you see. I've even learned a few things from a thief of legend who just so happens to be a friend of mine."

Sanji huffed. "Nami-san's generousity, huh?"

"Oh, woe is me," Usopp put the back of his hand to his forehead. "Wherever shall I find a beautiful and dependable and radiant attendant on such short notice?"

Sanji huffed. "Alright already, I got it. You don't have to lay it on so thick."

Usopp's grin widened and he bent his head as Sanji's careful fingers started to gather up his hair. Usopp closed his eyes as he felt little touches all along his hairline. He sighed at one particular feeling of a thumb rubbing circles into the skin behind his ear. Usopp gave a content sigh and Sanji chuckled.

His hat was fitted on his head and all too soon. Sanji’s touches lingered before pulling away.

Usopp grinned up at Sanji. "Thank you, my good sir."

Sanji rolled his eyes, but responded in his own version of a posh accent and a short bow. "Of course, my dear nobleman."

They kept themselves together for a few seconds more before Usopp burst into laughter and Sanji followed suit.

Usopp couldn't apologize—couldn't promise Sanji it would never happen again. He was bound to go exploring on his own from time to time, after all. But, he could lighten the mood like this, help Sanji relax and understand that the danger had passed. That they were alive and at home on Merry's back.

That everything was fine. At least for the moment.

#one piece #baron omatsuri and the secret island #sanuso #sanji #usopp #nemo the writing ho #usopp after this: Soooo. now that you're not mad at me anymore. would you mind petting my head again?#are they together? are they not yet? fuck if i know #the only thing im certain of is they are both so very queer for each other #man. man. i love them a lot #also. in my head baron omatsuri ends right before water 7 starts #do with that as you will

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iseulmm · 5 years

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hello!! i’m kit ( i also write for @sungmm ) & i finally caved and brought my second character!! introducing to u all my oversized toddler won iseul: a 1st year at yosul that’s in baek ho even though he’s literally the softest boy in the world. i’ll provide more information about him under the cut, but please feel free to add me at kit #9499 to plot for either of my characters or just like this post and i’ll come to you instead! ♡

won baby!!! his older sibs are @mmchangmin and @mmjiyi who are definitely a 100 more times cooler than him b/c they have blonde hair but he’s Boring and just kept his hair black 😔👊 he’s extremely sorta insecure abt the fact that both of his sibs are happy extroverts and he’s just... Not. very shy!!! hates talking to strangers even though his parents force him to!!! if u didn’t know him well you would think he’s aloof n mean but rly he’s just a babie who can’t even talk to girls

not the smartest but is v determined to do well in school and tries hard in everything that he does!! the type of person to ask questions after class ( but only b/c he’s scared of appearing dumb in front of his peers!! ) and spends way 2 much time in the library. ( also place #1 where he hides from his bullies lol )

he’s involved in some extracurriculars such as:

prefect :~) iseul’s a stickler for rules!!! don’t ask him to bend them for u b/c he won’t!! lowkey played himself tho since he just gets picked on more... haha... plz do not tell either of his sibs this :// he’s a dummy that won’t stand up for himself but will for other ppl in need?? otherwise ₕₑ ⱼᵤₛₜ ₜₐₗₖₛ ₗᵢₖₑ ₜₕᵢₛ and suffers silently

quidditch editor for the yosul ilbo! he’s not even that into quidditch but he basically learned all that he knows from jiyi so he gotta be useful with that knowledge somewhere!! catch him @ all the games... doesn’t play since he’s not really competitive but he is a natural at flying ( he learned from the BEST after all !!! )

part of the magical creatures club!! can’t take the class yet so he’s in the next best thing :”) ever since he was little he’s thought about being a magizoologist or even a dragonologist but tbh he’ll probably be forced into the family business once he becomes old enough so it’s just a pipe dream of his. he has a pink pygmy puff that is constantly rolling away from him and getting lost!!

doesn’t have that much house pride tbh?? he doesn’t think he’s v similar to his housemates at all or that he even belongs in baek ho so he’s very :((( about it b/c what if the gat made a mistake?? he’s rly worried since all the wons atm are in ju jak so a v Troubled boy,,,

anyways classic plots i would Die for:

childhood friends!!! someone who has stuck w/ him thru the yrs not for the ~ won fame ~ but b/c yknow they geniunely like hanging out w iseul... alternatively a best friend PLZ!! he has like two friends and u have the spot closest to his heart

a hyung/noona to dote on him and he’s always like “stop it ur embarrassing me” but the truth is that he’s a baby that needs to be babied

or u used to babysit him and he’s MORTIFIED... pls do not tell anyone about the time he cried ten times watching finding nemo it would ruin his cold reputation

he’s too young to be in love but u have a crush on one of his sibs and u want him to wingman and he’s just like. haha what

ur convinced he’ll be gr8 at quidditch so u keep pestering him abt it... leave him Alone

idk i don’t have that many ideas mostly b/c i prefer to hash out dynamics in dms!!! hmu plz :(

lov u

#& ooc.#mm:intro #mm:plotcall #( ty shu for enabling me

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ilovemesomekillianjones · 5 years

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All Aboard - A Holiday Epilogue

Merry (Way Late) Christmas @xhookswenchx ! Please accept this humble offering from me, Mrs. Secret Santa, although not so secret now. I hope you enjoy this fluffy and smutty follow up to All Aboard.

For those of you who don’t know, the original story was based on this post by @xhookswenchx and therefore, the story was only possible because of her. What better way to help me continue to say thanks for the inspiration than to dedicate this holiday epilogue to her.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 ao3 ffnet Rated M 4.8K

I love writing this version of Emma and Killian simply because they are gone for each other and need each other like all the time. They started off hot and heavy, and even though they aren’t on a train this time, they are still at it. Thank you again to @hookedonapirate for beta reading and feedback!

Epilogue

Several Years Later…

Emma wanted nothing more than to take a nap, but she needed to be ready to volunteer in thirty minutes. This year they were going to the local orphanage to help serve a family style dinner, give out presents, and spend time with the children. Maybe she’d have time to nap afterward.

It had been a busy day already, what with waking up early (on a day off from patrolling Storybrooke as David’s second in command) to brave the throngs of last minute holiday shoppers for the gifts she and Killian had waited until the last minute to procure for tonight’s Dirty Santa gift exchange.

They were attending a holiday party thrown by Mary Margaret’s and Elsa’s co-worker Ruby Hunter and her husband Graham, who was also one of David’s deputies. Killian and Emma were going to pass on the party, but when they found out the Nolans, the other Jones family, as well as new friends from the shipping business, Will and Belle Scarlet, and David’s other deputy, Robin Locksley and his wife, Regina were all attending, they didn’t want to be the only Christmas Scrooges, so they’d decided to go.

Looking into the vanity mirror, Emma finished her makeup with a layer of color to her lips. Rubbing them together and popping them open, she smiled at the decadent holiday color Killian had picked out while they’d been out shopping earlier.

“Ah!” Emma yelled when Killian snuck up behind her and tickled her waist before wrapping his arms around her and resting his chin on her shoulder.

Killian nuzzled his nose between her hair and her neck and inhaled deeply. “You smell divine,” he told her, then proceeded to plant a line of kisses along her neck and down her shoulder.

“Stop it, we’re going to be late.” She shivered just a bit when she felt his cock pressing into her backside. She really could go for a good fuck right now.

“I don’t care if we’re bloody late, I want my wife,” Killian growled into her ear. “I couldn’t have you this morning because we had to wake up and shop, now we have to volunteer, then we have a party. What if you’re too drunk after?” He smirked at her as he cocked an eyebrow, knowing she would remember the incident he was referencing.

“I promise there’ll be no tears shed over not getting to suck your cock, because I don’t plan on being drunk.”

“What if I’m too drunk?” He kissed up her neck and attempted to reach her mouth.

“Killian, I just put on my lipstick,” she half whined and half sighed. She really did want him; maybe they had a little time?

“Aye, Candy Cane Red, I love that shade on you, darling, but I think it’d look even more magnificent on my cock. Don’t you?”

Emma’s eyes focused on her husband of four years and four days - they’d gotten engaged over their first summer together and married on December 20th, the one year anniversary of meeting at the King Street Train Station in Seattle, Washington - he’d been absolutely insatiable this holiday season. A vice-like yearning came over her as she turned in his arms. “I don’t know, perhaps we should find out?” she suggested, brushing the hair from his forehead.

“Ho! Ho! Ho! Merry Christmas!” a loud voice boomed from the front of their home. Emma and Killian had stayed in the little seaside cottage Liam had set up for his brother’s arrival five years ago. It was perfect for the two of them.

“Shhhhh, maybe they’ll go away if we’re very quiet,” Killian whispered. He smiled as Emma rolled her eyes at him.

“We’re not going away, you two!” Liam shouted. “Stop making out, it’s time to go you concupiscent adolescents.”

Emma’s eyes went wide and she burst into giggles. “I never thought I’d hear the word concupiscent from another living soul.”

“It’s the highbred vernacular ingrained in us dashing Brits, darling.”

“Oh, shut up,” Emma snorted. “Highbred my ass, two seconds ago you wanted to know what Candy Cane Red lipstick would look like on your cock.”

“Gentleman on the streets, rapscallion in the sheets?”

Emma’s eyes sparkled with love for her ridiculous husband. She pecked his lips through her smile. “Whatever you say.” She patted his chest placatingly before walking out to greet Liam and Elsa.

Walking to the front of the house Emma greeted her sister-in-law and brother-in-law with a hug. “He’s not very happy with you,” she told Liam.

“He never is.”

“Good afternoon, sister,” Killian said pulling Elsa into a hug. He narrowed his eyes as he acknowledged his brother, “Liam, you cockblocking sod, haven’t you heard of knocking?”

“Aye, but we’re family, there’s no need to knock among family.”

“That’s it, Swan, we’re changing the locks. Whose idea was it for him to have a key, anyhow?”

“Yours,” they all answered in unison. “So we can feed Nemo when you two travel,” Liam added.

Killian and Emma loved to drive along the coast finding secluded destinations to escape to, and just have each other. They were also the proud owners of a formerly stray black kitten, who needed to be cared for when they were gone. Killian had decided to call him Nemo after the Latin term meaning nobody. He’s nobody, from nowhere, Killian had told her when she’d gotten home from work one day, and he and the kitten were curled up on the couch.

Killian muttered under his breath about pisspoor timing as he and Emma bundled up in their winter gear. This winter was proving to be one of the bitterest on record, with temperature breaking lows and high winds to boot. Walking out the door and loading into Liam’s car, the four headed to meet David and Mary Margaret for their Christmas Eve tradition of volunteering.

⛄️ ❄️ ⛄️

The afternoon had been amazing, getting to help out on such a special day. The group had stayed later than they’d realized, talking with the children and playing games. Emma’s heart felt full as she remembered how wonderful Killian had been with the little ones, making them laugh hysterically at his antics.

“We will see you at nine, you better not bail!” Elsa said when they pulled into the driveway to drop off Killian and Emma back at home.

“We might,” Killian threatened.

“We won’t,” Emma corrected, running her hand up and down his arm.

The door hadn’t even shut when Killian was pulling Emma into his embrace. He kissed her hugnrily. “I have waited so patiently…”

“Oh, yes, just like a good boy. You must be on the nice list?” Emma rubbed her hands up and down his chest, kneading it ardently.

“Aye.”

“And what is it you want this year?”

“All I want is my wife,” he purred while kneading and squeezing her ass much like she was his chest.

“I think that can be arranged.” Emma dove back in to continue their kiss when an irritating siren-like sound began blaring from Killian’s cell phone.

“Shit,” Killian cursed, separating from Emma and scrubbing a hand down his face.

“What is it?”

“The alarm was tripped down at the warehouse.”

“Do you have to go?”

“Aye, love. Leroy and Anton have the next two days off for the holiday. I took today to cover if anything happened, and Liam has tomorrow.”

“I could go with you?”

“No need, I’ll be twenty minutes tops, it’s probably just a bird or small animal of some type that tripped the system.” Killian leaned in to peck her lips and bit down on her lower one, “I will see you shortly.”

“Hurry back,” she said breathily, wholly affected by the promise of sin in his words.

Sixteen minutes later…

“Did you get started without me?” Killian asked as he walked down the hall to their room. He couldn’t help but smile at the sight that greeted him. There was his lovely wife, snuggled into the blankets of their bed, and the low vibrating he’d mistaken for one of their toys was actually her snoring as she slept soundly. He decided to let her get the rest she’d been craving.

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“Come on love, time to rise and shine.”

Emma whined as her husband shook her shoulder. She was so comfy, and just five more minutes, that’s all she wanted.

“We’ll be late for the party if you don’t get up soon.”

Bolting upright and gave her husband a pout. “How long have I been asleep?”

“A couple hours.” He rubbed his arm up and down her shoulder and leaned in to peck her lips.

“I’m so sorry, babe!”

He smiled at her sincerity. “No need to apologize, Swan. I can wait.”

Emma threw the blankets back to reveal her naked form. “I really was intending to, I just decided to lay down to wait for you… and I guess I knocked out before you got back.”

Killian let out a frustrated moan, “Darling, you are killing me.” He stroked his hand over the contour of her bare hip.

“Why didn’t you wake me up sooner?”

“You’ve been exhausted all day and it wouldn’t have been very gentlemanly of me to selfishly wake you, just for a roll in the sheets.”

“It’s not selfish if we both get something,” she purred.

Killian smacked her ass lightly. “Mmm, indeed, I guess I didn’t look at it that way. Too late now, we’ll be even more late if we don’t get ready. As it is, Dave is already texting me to find out what time we will be there.”

Emma rolled her eyes at her brother and Mary Margaret, and their penchants for punctuality. “Fine.”

They were ready in record time. Emma wore a strapless, red dress with black jewelry and accessories, including a shawl and stiletto heels, while Killian wore a black button up shirt and black slacks, and a red vest to match Emma’s dress.

After touching up her makeup and curling her hair quickly, they grabbed their Dirty Santa gifts and headed out the door.

The party was actually a huge undertaking. At least half of Storybrooke inhabited the beautifully decorated home, every surface was covered with food, gifts, or alcohol. After eating and mingling Ruby announced that it was time for the Dirty Santa game. There were gifts that ranged from classic, to practical, to sexual, to humorous, to downright weird, and the group shared many laughs as presents were picked and stolen, and guests cheered or pouted.

Once the massive gift exchange was over, an area of the great room emerged as a dance floor, and the kitchen became the place for beer pong and shots. Emma was feeling a little suffocated as she sat in a corner conversing with her closest girlfriends. The music was blaring, she’d eaten just a little too much, and the house had become overly warm as people danced and partied. The windows were now open, and hopefully the chilled winter air would permeate the room soon. She excused herself to the restroom to take a breather. Grabbing a bottle of cold water she headed upstairs to Ruby’s private bathroom so she could rest and clear her head.

She sat on the extravagant gold chaise lounge that adorned the far wall of Ruby’s mansion sized restroom. She wondered if she’d be able to get away with a bath, then chuckled at herself. She was 33 years old, it wasn’t even midnight and she was ready to be at home. Home in bed with a certain rapscallion, she thought, and suddenly her stomach was churning with a different sensation. A raw need for her husband.

E: Meet me upstairs. Last room on the left. Now.

K: You want my candy cane?

E: my 👄 on your candy cane

K: 💨

Emma laughed at her phone as she pictured Killian sprinting toward the stairs knocking over anything and anyone in his way. She’d just finished applying a fresh layer of lipstick when the door burst open behind her. “Lock the door,” she commanded in a low voice as she stalked toward him.

Killian complied then turned around and roughly pulled her against his body. “My cock might actually break, it’s so fucking hard.”

His words were a dirty caress and she bit down on her lip to keep from moaning. “I can feel that, babe,” she whispered as she rubbed against him. Emma dropped down to her knees, intent on showing Killian exactly what his cock would look like with Candy Cane Red lipstick painting it. She masterfully unfastened his pants, pulled down his fly and freed him. “I told you I wouldn’t be too drunk,” she smirked before clutching his ass in her hands and sucking his length into her hot mouth.

Normally he’d insist on lady’s first, but Killian was so ready he couldn’t bring himself to halt her ministrations. He grabbed a fist full of her hair on each side of her head and grasped tightly. “Yes, Swan, suck my cock. I’ve been half hard all evening just thinking about your delectable mouth.” He marveled at the way he slid in and out of her pretty lips, and she had indeed painted his cock that delicious shade of Candy Cane Red.

Emma moaned along his shaft as she looked up at him to appreciate his beauty. He was an absolute wreck, hair falling just above his hooded eyes from the way she was working him, cheeks flushed a deep red, the line of his jaw flexing as he gritted and clenched his teeth. He whimpered as his peak crept up on him faster than he wanted, and Emma’s clit sparked with want. “I need you, Killian.”

“Fuck,” he panted as she withdrew her mouth. Dragging her up from her knees, he stole her breath with a desperate kiss. He tore the top of her dress down, exposing her breasts, and hiked the tight skirt up over her ass, all while ravaging her mouth. Killian slapped his palm against her ass cheek and squeezed it with one hand while weaving the fingers of his other hand tightly into the hair at the base of her skull.

Emma moaned when he bit down on her lip. Maybe she should keep him waiting more often; she liked the desperate need in his touch tonight. She slipped her own hands into his pants which loosely hung unfastened on his hips and kneaded his ass. “Someone’s feeling a little vigorous tonight,” she said breathily as she broke the kiss for much needed air.

“Did I hurt you love?” He released the firm hold he’d had on her hair and guided her to sit on the chaise. His ardor immediately cooled, and his concern genuine, he knelt in front of her and smoothed his hands up and down her thighs lovingly.

Emma just laughed. “No Killian, you didn’t hurt me. In fact,” she leaned in, and placed her mouth at his ear, “I like it.” Emma leaned back and bit her lip, waiting on his reaction; even after all this time she could still feel a little bashful with him.

Killian’s cock jumped as her warm breath caressed his ear. He waggled his eyebrows at her and smoothed his tongue along his bottom lip. “I do love when you tell me secrets, darling.”

Emma giggled at the way his eyebrows danced as he lewdly licked his lips. Biting her nail she asked quietly, “Want to hear another secret?”

Her bit of shyness and the pink on her cheeks was quite arousing for Killian. Pinpricks of sensation broke out across his skin as he watched her bite on her nail and try to act innocent. “Aye,” he replied with a lust fueled timbre.

Emma wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him senseless before trailing her mouth along his jaw and back up to his very sensitive ear, so she could whisper to him. “My panties are all wet.”

“Fucking Hell,” Killian gasped. He could have guessed at that, but hearing her say those words had his cock aching to be buried.

Emma spread her legs wide, grasped one of his hands and pressed it against the thin material of her panties. “See, you make me so wet, Killian” she purred.

He growled at how she uttered his name, and how easily his fingers slid over the soaked silk as he rubbed her clit through the material. “Goddamn love, how long have you been like this?”

She shrugged her shoulders as a small smile pulled at the corner of her mouth.

“Tell me,” he coaxed as he continued to circle her sensitive flesh.

“Just since you came up here.”

“All this,” he emphasized by cupping her sex, “just since I got up here.”

“What can I say? I enjoy blowing you.”

“That arouses you?”

“Does it not arouse you to… go down on me?” Emma asked, unsure if she wanted to know the answer.

“Gods above, I love pleasuring you with my mouth, Swan.”

“Then why would you think it was different for me? Have I ever done anything to make you think I don’t enjoy it?”

“I suppose not. I guess most women just make it sound as though it’s a chore.” Bending down he latched onto a breast - one of Emma’s favorite erogenous zones. Over the years he’d committed to memory the erotic noises she made when he teased and laved her nipples.

Emma laced her fingers into his hair, holding him to her breast, loving the way he feasted on her pebbled flesh. “Well, I guess I’m not most women, because I love sucking your cock. Making you come down my throat as you call out my name and your cock spasms against my lips, fuck,” she panted as she ground her core against where his hand still rubbed her.

Killian swallowed hard as she waxed poetic on giving him head. Grasping his straining cock and stroking languidly for just a second of relief, he beseeched his wife, “Emma, I need you, love.”

Scooting up the long chair, Emma removed her panties before laying back and letting her legs dangle over each side of the chair so she was spread wide for Killian. “Then have me.”

He sprung to action, stripping off his clothes and then engulfing her body with his. Laying claim to her mouth, he nestled his cock between her folds and glided back and forth. The warmth that coated him as he teased her clit with the head of his cock was almost enough to have him coming, but he found some semblance of control as he worked her closer to the edge.

Placing a hand on Killian’s chest, Emma pushed him back a little, she situated her legs against his shoulders, then reached down between their bodies and lined him up.

The heat of her core beckoned him the instant his tip nudged her entrance. Wrapping a hand around each of her ankles he sunk into her depths, moaning at the sensation of finally being enveloped. He had to fight to keep upright, the feeling so overwhelming he wanted to slouch against her and just rut to a quick completion. Breathing in deeply, he focused on only Emma and bringing her pleasure.

“Oh, yeah,” she sighed when he finally slid into her and began thrusting in and out. The sound of skin meeting skin as he plunged into her wetness echoed through the powder room. Emma’s legs were being stretched, burning deliciously as they rested on his shoulders and he leaned into her seeking the deepest of thrusts.

Killian looked into her eyes, deep green and blown wide, willing her to fall apart so he could let go. Her mouth hung open and small puffs of air escaped in time with his movements. Her cheeks were bright pink with the exertion and her hands played with her breasts, she was gorgeous all the time, but he loved watching her draw to the edge as they connected on this level. When he felt like he actually might explode, finally he heard his his angel’s voice, breathy with gratification.

“Oh fuck,” she breathed out on a long moan. “So good, Killian, so good.”

Her fresh wave of arousal rushed over him warmly and her walls pulsed around his cock, evoking his climax. His stomach tightened and every muscle in his body went rigid as he spilled his release deep into her.

Body weak with pleasure, Emma threw her forearm over her face as she smiled into her arm, euphoria stealing over her. “God, I’ve needed this all day, so fucking good babe.” She let her legs slide from Killian’s shoulders so she was laying spread wide.

“Allow me to clean you darling?” He cocked that hyper eyebrow of his and delved between her thighs.

Emma tightened her arm over her face, particularly her mouth as she whimpered when his warm hot tongue met her sensitive flesh.

“Knock, knock,” came a loud voice, followed by a few raps of knuckles against the door.

Emma and Killian both jumped a mile high, apparently forgetting they weren’t in the privacy of their own home. “Shit!” Emma cursed.

“Eh, just a minute, Ruby. I’ll be finished shortly,” Killian called. “To be continued,” he whispered to his wife, giving one final swipe of his tongue through her folds.

“No rush, no rush. As long as she’s finished, Jones, it’s not proper to leave a lady wanting. Emma, if he leaves you high and dry, you let me know.”

“How about I let Graham know?” Killian shot back, wondering what the deputy would think about his wife propositioning Emma.

Emma smacked his chest as they righted themselves on the chaise. “You know she loves fucking with you more when you give her the reaction she wants.”

“Oh, he’ll be so happy you asked, Killian!” Ruby laughed through the door.

Before he could clarify what he meant, Emma leaned forward and kissed him. “Let her have her fun,” she told Killian so only he could hear. “Don’t worry Rubes, Killian knows how to give it to me just how I like it.”

“Ooooh, hot damn!” Ruby laughed. “You two just make sure to clean up any mess, then get your asses downstairs. David is wondering where his sister is, and Liam is trying to bet him that you’re up here doing exactly what you’re doing.”

Killian rolled his eyes. He and Liam didn’t have a sister, so it was impossible for Liam to know what kind of hornet’s nest he was stirring. They got ready in short order and headed down the stairs hand in hand, if they thought they didn’t look thoroughly fucked, they were mistaken.

Most everyone was still carrying on and partying. David however was glaring daggers between Liam and Killian.

“Bloody hell.”

“Come on, David will get over it.” Emma pulled Killian forward with a serene grin on her face.

Mary Margaret was attempting to reason with her husband as they greeted the group at the bottom of the stairs. “She’s an adult, David.”

David’s expression lightened infinitesimally. “They could’ve waited till they got home.”

“We are right here,” Emma cut in, feeling a bit feisty.

“You could have waited till you got home,” David directed at her.

“I didn’t want to,” Emma sassed. “Sometimes needs must be met,” David’s face contorted into that of a man hearing too much information, “and we were already interrupted by one brother this morning, and a fucking alarm system this afternoon. So forgive me if I needed a little instant gratification.”

“Little?” Killian questioned. David definitely shot him the evil eye.

“A lot,” Emma smirked, leaning in to kiss him. “Huge gratification,” she added, playing it up for her brother’s reaction.

Elsa, Liam, Graham, and Ruby burst into laughter at the look on David’s face, while David himself shuddered and looked to his wife for support.

“Hey, you asked for it the moment you tried to lecture a married adult about sex,” Mary Margaret chuckled.

“Someone get me a shot!” David called out as he walked away from the bunch. They continued cracking up even after he’d gone in search of alcohol.

“You are going to be in trouble tonight,” Emma told Mary Margaret.

“Nothing a little physical activity won’t alleviate,” her sister-in-law replied, waggling her eyebrows.

The party got smaller and smaller until it was just the close knit group of them visiting. Emma tried, but failed to stifle a yawn as everyone chit chatted.

“Tired again, sleepyhead?” Killian whispered.

“I guess you wore me out,” she giggled quietly. “Take me home?”

⛄️ ❄️ ⛄️

Emma tickled Killian’s belly, his most ticklish spot, as he slept, eliciting a grunt of dissatisfaction from him, and then quickly turned over and pretended to sleep.

Last night had been a blast. After saying Merry Christmas and good night to everyone the evening before, they’d driven home, showered - where they got down and dirty one more time before getting clean - and then hit the sack. Emma was asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

She felt as though she must have caught up on sleep as she was wide awake this morning. That and she was crazy excited to give Killian his Christmas present. She huffed out a sigh as she heard her husband’s breathing even out again. Rolling over, she gently tickled him again, but this time he captured her wrist before she could pretend to sleep again.

“Is someone excited for Christmas morning?” he asked in his gravelly morning voice. Her joyous laughter was answer enough. “One day our children will be tickling us awake bright and early Christmas morning and I don’t want to hear any complaining from you, love.”

Emma’s smile was brilliant and her eyes a little glassy as she pictured it. “Come on!” She pulled Killian by the hand, almost dragging him out of their bed. She threw on her big fluffy robe and practically skipped to the basin to brush her teeth.

“How much coffee have you had?” He rose from bed and stretched before throwing on his flannel pajamas - she had the temperature set to arctic chill again. Joining her to brush his teeth, he watched as his wife exuberantly went through her morning routine. “Let’s remedy that, I’ll start the coffee, you turn up the furnace.”

No sooner had Killian filled the coffee pot than Emma was at his back, arms wrapped around his midsection. “Heater is on. Presents!”

“Don’t you want coffee?”

“Later,” she whined pulling on him.

Killian turned in her arms and was smitten by the joy on her face and the excitement dancing in her eyes. He wasn’t sure what she had in store for him, but his curiosity was now officially piqued. He kissed her gently. “All right, coffee later. Presents now.”

“You first!” Emma demanded. Pushing him onto the sofa, she handed him an envelope and practically bounced on her toes as she waited for him to open it. Her hands were clasped together and she was biting her lip in anticipation.

He considered drawing it out to get a rise out of his wife, but her excitement must’ve been contagious because he decided to skip teasing her in favor of finding out what was in the envelope. He opened the flap, careful not to rip any of the contents, and pulled out the card. Killian read the front cover aloud:

“The best gifts don’t come under a tree…” He opened the card and finished reading, “You, me, and Baby Jones will make three,” before he even noticed the grainy black and white image framed on the other side.

Emma watched as her husband studied the ultrasound photo and different emotions crossed his beautiful face. His eyes had gone from normal, to bugged out - is it happening too fast for him? she worried - to glassy - are those happy tears or sad tears? she panicked - to crinkled at the corners as a brilliant smile took over his face.

A sigh of relief flew from her mouth as she witnessed her husband having the same reaction she had when she’d taken her first pregnancy test two weeks ago. They hadn’t necessarily been trying, but they’d decided to forego preventative measures a couple months ago.

“We’re going to be parents,” he murmured. His fingers traced over the image of their baby as realizations dawned on him. He couldn’t remember the last time she’d had a cup of coffee, between that and the baby, no wonder she’d been so tired lately. And this was why she knew she wouldn’t be drunk last night, and why she’d egged her brother on feistily. He stood up and pulled her tightly to his chest, hugging her as if she might disappear. “Emma,” he whispered as he became utterly overwhelmed with emotion.

And then Emma was crying as her husband was brought to tears by the announcement of their baby. Grabbing one of his hands, Emma placed it over her belly, and covered it with hers. “We love you, Killian.”

He kissed his wife soundly. “And I love you.” Kneeling down, Killian whispered, “And you as well, little love,” before placing a kiss to her belly.

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voyages-extraordinaires · 5 years

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C:R ~VE~ Epilogue

Dearest Grandfather,

I promised you a longer letter, and unfortunately I will not be able to do so yet. You see, I’m writing to you from…

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“The Cannon Club?!”

Barbicane’s eyes go wide as he looks at the letter in his hands.

“Yes,” replies the Count. “Nicholas found them in America, in the city of Baltimore.”

“An assembly of like-minded individuals pursuing the sciences of rockets, fireworks, and projectiles!” Barbicane reads aloud. “Cardia, it’s just like the Old Man--! When I came up with that name, I had no idea it was an actual thing! I mean, of course I had no idea, I was just a kid... Old Man...”

She beams at him, and he barely takes a breath before he continues scanning the letter.

“You’re not going to believe this, everyone—they want to sponsor the moon trip! They—they want us to come to America, to put our heads together and research! I…”

Tears are welling up in his eyes, and Nemo jumps up to give him a pat on the back.

“Everyone, I… with this, I won’t need Queen Victoria’s patronage anymore. We’re really… we’re really going full steam ahead! My angel and I really will be walking on the moon!!”

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We’re in the state of Maryland, on the east coast of the United States of America. The Cannon Club is just as loud and bombastic as Barbicane (with quite a few members leaning towards Nemo’s loudness).

It’s the four of us again: Barbicane, Cardia, Nemo, and myself. We plan on staying in Baltimore for a month or two to research the Gravity Alleviator with the scientists of the Cannon Club.

They have already determined the ideal location for the cannon launch when the time comes: the state of Florida. I don’t know that much about it, but given its proximity to South America perhaps I can convince Nemo to accompany me on a trip to the Amazon River once we see Barbicane and Cardia safely back on Earth.

Before we left Steel London, Cardia made the Lupin Gang promise to reunite upon our return. It will be so chaotic when that happens, you would love it.

Finis returned to Wales, he was saying something about a gargantuan fork. I didn’t catch all of it.

Aouda and Philomena Fogg are still in Steel London, much to Nemo’s delight. Sometimes I think Aouda might be even more excited about the wedding than I am. Fogg is… herself. We’re all holding our breaths in anticipation of her latest adventure against time.

Cyrene Smith returned to Lincoln Island. She’s working hard on rooting out Aleister’s influence, though she says it looks like he pulled out most of said roots himself. He must have lost interest. More importantly, it looks like she really is collaborating with a scientist who wants to go to the center of the Earth! … I’m wishing her luck with that one. I suppose it isn’t any more ambitious than shooting a cannon to the moon.

Hatteras seems to be settling into the sanitarium well. I visit him often and, though he never says it, he seems to enjoy my company. He tells me that he’s taken up stargazing lately. He’s at his happiest when he sees the same stars he saw at the North Pole.

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“Daaaaaaarliiiing!” Nemo leans against the doorway. “Have you written about our wedding yeeeet?”

“Ah, not yet…”

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We will be back in London before the start of summer. Nemo’s already declared that, and I can’t believe I’m even writing this, we will be wed at the infamous Black Gathering! I can’t say that I agree with his idea, but there’s a part of me that can’t help but think that it might be fun.

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“Oh-ho! I told you, ‘The lady doth protest too much, methinks’! Ohhh… it will be woooonderful to take to the skies again, my lovely bride at my side as I decimate all who would dare rise against meeeee…!”

“Nemo! It’s rude to read over others’ shoulders!”

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I think I’ve been around Nemo too long.

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I glance up at Nemo, and he looks back at me with a smile before blowing me a kiss.

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Before that happens, I want to return to Paris so that I can introduce you to him. Maybe you can convince him that a wedding among pirates and mafiosos would be a bad idea.

No, I’m certain that you’ll love him. The both of you have artistic souls, even if the mediums differ.

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“I look foooooorward to it,” says Nemo. He sits down next to me and leans contentedly on my shoulder, letting out a happy sigh.

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I’m afraid I need to cut this letter off now. Nemo is pestering me for attention.

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“And you say that I’m mean,” Nemo mutters, even as he leans over and gives my neck a teasing kiss.

“You’re denying it?” I try to look serious, but I can’t stop myself from laughing as his lips tickle my skin.

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Say hello to Conseil and Ned Land for me, and tell Conseil to hurry up and accept Ned’s sailing offer. Exploring Canada sounds like a wonderful opportunity for discovery!

I will write to you soon.

Your loving granddaughter,

Pauline

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As soon as I fold the paper closed, I have to fend off Nemo’s affections using my pen as though it were a sword. He calmly plucks it from my hands and gives me a playful kiss on the lips.

“Don’t tell me you left the research meeting early just for a few kisses?” I put a finger to his lips.

“Mn... who says I’m stooooooopping at a few kisses?” He puckers his lips and gives my fingers a kiss before pushing forward so he’s closer to me.

“That’s not the Nemo I know,” I say, even as he makes me lean back against the seat cushion. “He knows I’m here whenever he wants closeness, right...?”

I rub my nose against his.

“So he wouldn’t leave fun research for just this.”

Nemo pulls back with a grin, giving a shrug of his shoulders. “You really haaaaaaaave been around me too long. Fiiiiiine, fiiiiiiine!”

He stands up straight and hands me a parcel. “This just came in. It’s really heavy! Heavy packages are the beeeeest!”

Nemo claps his hands excitedly before his lips are drawn into a frown. “Howeeeever, it looks like it was sent by that Apooostle... so I doubt there are any fun machine parts in there...”

“Machine parts would likely be addressed to you or Barbicane, anyhow,” I say. I straighten out my glasses before opening the parcel. I’m immediately greeted with the scent of antique paper and binding, and I look down at the neat envelope resting on top of nicely-wrapped paper.

“An engagement gift from Saint Germain and Saint Nicholas...” I read aloud. “Something for you to always believe in.”

I look down at the gift and tilt my head.

“Who’s Saint Nicholas...?” Nemo tilts his head as well, knocking it against mine.

“I don’t know,” I say. “The only Saint Nicholas I know is...”

Nemo sighs deeply. “Now I know where Impey got that ridiculous Santa Claus fantasy from, at least.”

“It’s a bit out of season,” I say as I begin to unwrap the present. “It’s barely even May!”

But my punctuation is forced out of my mouth in a gasp when I see the familiar book underneath the paper.

“Timaeus, Critias, and More Dialogues by Plato...” Nemo reads. “My, my, what a lofty book for a little girl to reeeeead!”

“... It’s the same edition and everything,” my voice is tight. “The very same edition as my grandfather’s. I, I know everything about this book. I...”

I open it up and begin to thumb through the pages.

“I know exactly where-- look! I can still open it up to the exact page!” I look over at Nemo, who’s resting his cheek on his hand and smiling at me.

“You look reeeeally cute right now...” he says. “Keep on going. I want to see all of it.”

I blush sheepishly and shake my head before looking back down at the volume and beginning to read:

“In front of the mouth which you call 'the Pillars of Heracles,' there lay an island...”

I squint at the margin.

There, in fine ink, was written something that made my fingers begin to tremble.

“Hm?” Nemo looks from my expression to my trembling hand, then to my finger as I shakily lift it and point to the writing.

“N-Nemo, they’re... they look like... are they?”

Nemo adjusts his goggles and looks at the writing. “They do appear to be coordinates, love.”

I clutch the book in both of my hands and stand up, running over to one of the Cannon Club’s many bookshelves and scouring it for an atlas.

My fingers are shaking so badly that I can barely hold onto the book of dialogues, let alone pull out the tome of maps I eventually find. I breathe a sigh of relief when Nemo saunters next to me and pulls it down, laying it out on a table.

Even though Nemo is the biggest skeptic I know, even he swallows in anticipation as he quickly pinpoints the coordinates listed in the book.

My vision blurs as I look at the map, and I quickly step back so my tears don’t stain the paper.

“It is... it really is... beyond the Pillars!” I try to wipe my eyes, but find it difficult while holding the large book in my arms. “I... wi-with everything we know about the Count, I feel like... maybe I can really believe...”

Nemo lets out a deep sigh before walking over to me and wiping my cheeks with his thumb.

I shake my head, smiling. “You can laugh if you want. I mean, the idea of this being real is... is...”

But Nemo pulls me to his chest, resting his chin on my head and gently petting my hair.

“You’re excited, aaaaren’t you?”

I nod, my tears breaking into laughter. “They might be, they really might be... the coordinates... it might be the lost city of...” A hiccup interrupts my words.

“After we see Impey Barbicane and my sister go to the moon, what shall we do then?” He pulls back and tilts my chin up, pushing his goggles onto his forehead so we can look at each other clearly.

“... Come with me, disciple of natural science.”

Though his voice is calmer, those words make memories come filtering through my haze of excitement.

Back to when bars first separated us, our very first meeting.

“Nemo...”

“Nothing is impossible for meeee!” he continues his quotation. I will create a ship dedicated to discovery!”

He bends down and kisses my forehead.

“Even if there’s nothing, even if there’s everything... any expedition in the name of science is a nooooble one! Let me take you on another journey of a thoooousand lifetimes, my daaaarling!”

It’s been almost a year, but I remember my reply clearly, and repeat it:

“I don’t want to go on this voyage with anyone but you, Nemo.”

“Pinky proooomise?”

I shake my head, biting my lip to stop my laughter.

“Not this time.”

I stand on my tiptoes and press my lips to his, and he reciprocates, threading his fingers through my hair and holding me tight.

It’s a promise.

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doryuniversum · 5 years

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Tumblr is like an Island. Beautiful, intriguing and fun to explore. However, over time, you become Tom Hanks and eventually find a sphere-like object. You name it Wilson, and he’s your best friend.

Greetings to all!

First and foremost, I’d like to thank you for coming and taking the time to look over my own personal tumblr blog (that is, if you’re coming from The Seven Wands Chronicles page). If you happen to stumble upon this blog, then I welcome you as equally as everyone else with open arms!

I have started many blogs in the past, and it would be a lie if I said that I haven’t been a member long -- because I have been. Needless to say, I was never the committed type, so I would create blogs, post once and then disappear for about several months to a few years on end. I do like blogging, it gives me this sense of relief. Relief of stress, worry, anxiety, sadness, bursts of excitement, happiness -- mostly just stress, though.

Oh, crap!

I nearly forgot, excuse me and apologies [insert praying hands emoji here]. I go by the name Dory. My real name is confidential as I like to keep my personal life and my online life separate in terms of Hobbies and such. A lot of people ask me where I got the nickname “Dory” from. Well, the character, Dory in the popular movies, Finding Nemo, and Finding Dory has what she calls, “Remembory Loss.” Yes, you read correctly, that isn’t a typo. Dory called it, “Remembory Loss.” With that being said, I am a very forgetful person. You could tell me your most deepest, darkest secret and then 5 seconds later, I would have forgotten what you told me. I’m not very good with remembering birthday’s, appointments, due dates for college assignments and such, but I’m working on it. Hence, my nickname, Dory. It isn’t essentially to be proud of, considering it might be a bad thing towards my health, but, it’s always been that way.

What I do on tumblr is merely for fun, not for profit, not to sell, nada. I just simply want to have fun. I make intense, over-the-top fanfics, sometimes I’ll edit things here and there or just simply post things like this. I still don’t know how to use Tumblr - even though I’ve been here for quite a while - so I probably look/sound/type like a noob.

To get some things out of the way, cleared up and disclaimed, I AM NOT a PERFECT or TOP NOTCH writer. English is my native language and my grammar may not be the best (if you read my posts or anything from The Seven Wands Chronicles, then you’d probably notice it if you’re the grammar police). I wasn’t very good at writing when I was in high school and always felt like it was a chore to do. Which is kind of weird, considering I love, love, love reading books and fanfics. I was exceptional in reading classes, but never in writing classes, so that’s just -- strange to know and think about. Nothing wrong with it, many people can be good in one area but not the other.

Another thing about me that -- probably doesn’t come off as a suprise these days -- is that I’m an absolute fan of KOREAN POP. And before you all bombard me with who I stan or who is my bias or who my favorite groups are, let me just through this out there. My favorite group is BTS. Yes, I know, I probably got an eyeroll, a groan, a “really?”, or something that is in the concept of annoyance. I know, I’M SORRY. I love them a lot and it’s hard to fall out of love with them. They are all equally talented, funny, super smart, super intelligent and just brighten up my day. I love other groups as well, like, EXO, Got7, B.A.P, Super Junior, Jo Kwon, NCT (I’m new to them, I’m still learning!), 4Minute, 2NE1, G-idle, BewhY, Jay Park, Okasian, Dean, Big Bang, Jessi Ho, TVXQ, Ikon, Winner, and there are a lot more, I swear. Also, before I get sacked, I know some of the groups have disbanded (SADLY), but I still love their music very much.

I don’t know if I mentioned this, but I am a college student, currently majoring in Psychology. I plan to be a school psychologist for younger children who need guidance if they are in a situation that calls for it. I was inspired to choose this career by my first niece who was raised in a household that was not very healthy for her physically, mentally and emotionally. She’s alright, very safe and sound, a bright ball of sunshine, INTELLIGENT and super hilarious. Before she was born, I had no idea what I wanted to be career wise and was stuck in this 2 year procrastination until she was born so I thank her every day for coming into existence (cough-cough, I thank her parents too).

I feel like I’ve gone over everything mainly that I wanted to tell you all. I hope you enjoyed(?) this as much as I wrote it. If you want to learn more about me, feel free to click the “About Dory” tab!

I’ll post again soon!

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guard029 · 3 years

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#𝙶𝚄𝙰𝚁𝙳0𝟸𝟿 : selective , private , somewhat canon divergent hwang jun-ho of squid game (2021). penned by nemo (he/xe). this blog is low-activity and iconless. please read rules and very basic bio + verses listed below.

other blogs : 2cute (oc mumu). leadsinger (single muse oc).

RULES.

basic dnfi applies. please be warned that this blog will cover disturbing themes.

[shrug emoji] i won’t write with minors because i’m 20, nor will i write with characters that are minors. duplicates r ok! i doubt that i’ll have exclusives but i might have mains? idk it’s been a hot minute since i’ve rp’d canon characters pls bear with me.

i prefer to start interactions from memes, so please send them to me! i’ll do the same <3

he’s trans bc i’m trans don’t bother bringing ur transphobia here

i’ll add more if i have to lol

REALLY ROUGH BIO/STATS.

29 years old, trans man, he/him, bisexual

private investigator, not a cop.

didn’t die! but his left shoulder doesn’t work like it used to. sucks to suck.

phone did connected to icloud before he died, but it fell when he fell so only the notes he took were able to be transferred to his icloud, not the videos.

his memory? fuzzy as hell. hit his head pretty badly during his fall & he ended up washing up on a shore & was found and taken care of. went back home & tried very hard to figure out what happened & is still trying to piece things together. having a hard time believing what his notes say himself but... it’s better than nothing.

wants to find inho again, but this time with the intent of shutting down the game.

VERSES.

default: post-game

one: pre-game

two: during the game (would prefer to plot for this one pls)

three: alt universe where the game simply doesn’t exist and inho disappeared somehow and he’s just trying to find him.

#dni

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affectionforbangtan · 6 years

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[TIME] j-hope of K-Pop Sensation BTS Has His Own Story to Tell on New Solo Mixtape

Allow j-hope to introduce himself — and to welcome us to Hope World, the K-pop superstar’s debut solo mixtape. J-hope, 24, born Jung Ho-seok, is one of seven members of BTS, one of the most popular boy bands in the world. But the release of his independent project doesn’t spell any kind of end of the BTS reign. In fact, he is the third member of the group to put out an individual mixtape, giving their army of global fans a taste of his own artistic vision — without fracturing the boy band unity.

“The team always comes first, so I focused on our projects as BTS and tried to make time in the hotel room, on the airplane, and whenever I could find a few minutes,” he says of the two-year-long process of developing Hope World, which he considers “my calling card to the world.”

Best known in BTS for his rapping and his background as a former competitive street dancer, the young star was discovered by BigHit Entertainment’s founder and CEO Bang Si-hyuk thanks to his sharp moves. On Hope World, he gets to flex his own voice, crafting a set of songs that fans of rap and pop can enjoy even if they don’t speak a word of Korean. The mixtape opens with an adventure inspired by Jules-Verne, then delves into his personal reflections on fame and success, anthems for positivity and party tracks, all layered over a mix of instantly catchy trap, dance and tropical beats. Here, j-hope shares exclusively with TIME the stories behind this collection of solo tracks, whose messages — despite the language difference — certainly don’t get lost in translation.

TIME: Why did you want to release a mixtape? What sets this apart from BTS music?

j-hope: My fantasy had always been making a music video and performing with music that I had created. I also wanted to put my own story to music and share it with the world. [BTS members] RM and SUGA releasing their own mixtapes was the motivation for my own project. I have been and continue to be deeply influenced by them, from the day we began to where we are today, and I always thought it was awesome that they were telling their own personal stories and making music in their own styles. I started dancing first, but felt I could also tell my story through my music.

There are elements of trap, EDM, Caribbean beats and futuristic funk-soul mixed together across the mixtape. But most of all, you’re clearly leaning in to all forms of rap. What artists and sounds inspired you most?

I actually don’t preoccupy myself with “I’m going to do this kind of rap in this kind of genre” kind of thinking when I work. I went with and got my beats from what appealed to me, what drew me in and what felt good. The way I work is very on-the-spot flow, and I write the rap and the music as I feel them coming. I drew inspiration for this mixtape from artists like KYLE and Aminé. I also have to mention the heavy influence of Joey Bada$$. These are all artists I highly respect, and I’d love to do projects with them in the future.

The first song, “Hope World,” opens up with a water splash sound, and the lyrics mention being under the sea. What’s the journey you’re taking?

I remember being captivated by Jules Verne’s Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea when I read it as a kid. I think I took myself back to that place for new inspiration and brought back a part of it as the motive to start writing Hope World. It’s an introduction to people who are brand new to [me] with me as Captain Nemo showing you around just as the submarine in the book cruised around the world’s oceans. I know this might sound really corny, but I invite you to pretend to be Professor Aronnax as you listen to this song and take a journey through my world [laughs].

What does it mean to be a “Piece of Peace,” which is the title of one of the songs?

I thought it would be hugely meaningful for me if I can become, like my namesake, hope for someone in the world — not even some grandiose peace but just a small shard of it. I first started out by thinking, “It’d be fantastic to become a part of someone’s personal peace through my music,” and while working on the beats thought about the kind of message I can send out to my own generation living with their worries and burdens. I wanted to talk about peace even though I knew that it was a weighty topic, and I tagged on “pt. 1” to the title because I want to keep talking about it.

The voices of the other BTS members appear on “Airplane.” Did they contribute in other ways?

It was so special. I felt that group vocals for “Airplane” coming from all the BTS members who’ve been together through this journey would create an even more heartfelt song. I first asked our member and my friend RM to do the hook for the song. He agreed and worked really hard to make the recording, but we kept talking and came to the agreement that building the hook with just my voice and ending the song on it would create a deeper emotional impact. I could see it too, so unfortunately our leader’s voice had to stay behind in the editing room. I want to take this chance to thank once again [RM] and all the members. I have the gang vocals and RM’s rap on my phone, and I can’t wait for a chance to put it up on social media and share it with everyone!

Also on “Airplane,” near the end you brush off the haters: “Don’t give a damn, I’m just happy / I made it.” Do you feel that you’ve “made” it as an artist now?

I think “making it,” as you say, means different things to different people. I was sitting in an airplane when I was writing these verses, a first-class seat no less, and it dawned on me that I was in the airplane, in the seat and living the glorious life I’d only dreamed about when I was young, and had somehow gotten used to now. But then and now, I’m still the same person, the same j-hope. My thoughts on life haven’t changed very much. But my world has gone through incredible changes. I think it was that experience of being with my fans around the world and stepping back on Korean soil that it hit me, “Man, I think I’ve made it…” For me, the joy that I have right now and the amazing love I’m getting is how I define my success.

“Base Line” is an intense rap track that sees you flexing over record-scratch sounds. What does this song mean to you? What is your “base line”?

To be honest, I didn’t expect a lot from this track. I was thinking in terms of an interlude between songs, and I think I was as relaxed as I could be writing this song, but then I heard the mix master track and it floored me. It might not be all that to anyone else [laughs]. I just wanted to give a story about how I started, the “baseline” of my life. People don’t really know how I got into music. These days, the baseline that’s behind my life is my deep gratitude for my life and my work. You can see that too in the lyrics. Everything I am comes from this deep gratitude I have.

“Daydream” seems like a particularly personal song — but it’s also a fun beat to dance along with. What story does it tell?

People know me, and I know I’m a person in the public’s eye. I wanted to show that behind this public figure is an ordinary guy named Jung Ho-seok. I wanted to use this as an outlet to talk about the desires and wishes that every person in the world has but that I have to hold down and cover up because of having chosen this line of work. Daydreaming is, of course, dreaming while wide awake about things generally outside our reach. But even if these dreams might never become reality, lining these dreams up in my head still gave me comfort. I thought expressing this topic in the wrong way might make it way too heavy, so I wanted to put it to something bouncy and fun.

You’re now the third BTS member to put out a mixtape after RM and SUGA. Who’s going to be next?

First, it’s such an honor to have the opportunity to make this mixtape. All of our members are interested in creative work and have the deepest passion for music, so I wouldn’t be surprised if we see a mixtape from anyone. Right now, we’re all focused on the new BTS album. We’re always working on and creating new things, and I hope you can continue to show us your love and stay with us in our exciting journey.

cr. RAISA BRUNER | TIME

#bangtan #bts #jhope #jhope network #raplinenetwork #bts interview #time magazine #hope world #mixtape

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sleepinglightt · 6 years

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EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THOSE 150 QUESTIONS

1. Who was the last person you held hands with?My most recent ex

2. Are you outgoing or shy?I’d say I’m pretty outgoing

3. Who are you looking forward to seeing?Mainly my dad, 2 more weeks!! I’m super excited

4. Are you easy to get along with?I think so? I talk a lot so I probably get annoying but then again there’s always a conversation so 🤷🏻‍♀️

5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you?I think so

6. What kind of people are you attracted to?People with positive energies, cute smiles, and nice hearts

7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now?Who knows man, I’m pretty emotionally damaged though. I have a lot of baggage.

8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind?My dad, I miss him.

9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?Nope.

10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?Faith

11. What does the most recent text that you sent say?“It just really grinds my gears”

12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?-down 4 u by blackbear-gorgeous by mansionz-surprise party by hoodie allen -ivy by frank ocean-dead roses by blackbear (I love blackbear ok I’m sorry his voice just makes me happy and I can relate with the whole people screwing you over aesthetic)

13. Do you like it when people play with your hair?Uhhh yes

14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?I believe in miracles, but I don’t believe in luck bc I think everything happens for a reason

15. What good thing happened this summer?Pride, I learned a lot about myself, and I got to be in a cool show with some cool people

16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?No comment next question pls

17. Do you think there is life on other planets?I think there’s gotta be, the universe is just too big dude.

18. Do you still talk to your first crush?No, but funny story I literally only thought he was cool bc we bonded over Chris brown and Halloween town and i was in like 1st grade. Honestly my first REAL crush on a girl who was my best friend and I thought she was an angel tbh

19. Do you like bubble baths?Yup, but I have to at least wash off my body before I take a bath bc I don’t like soaking in my own dirt ya feel

20. Do you like your neighbors?I don’t really know them, one of them is this kinda cool old guy though. He picks up twigs and leaves every morning, pretty dope dude if you ask me.

21. What are you bad habits?I get attached to easily, but I also distance myself a lot when people get to close bc I have trust issues. Like whenever anyone gets too close I freak out bc I don’t know how to handle emotions and I always try to break up with them before they hurt me.

22. Where would you like to travel?I wanna go to the red wood forest in Cali and I’d like to go somewhere where there’s a black sand beach bc I think those are pretty cool.

23. Do you have trust issues?I have major trust issues wdym

24. Favorite part of your daily routine?Sleeping

25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?The fact it doesn’t work properly is kind of a bummer and it pisses me off. Look wise, I’m not too fond of my nose tbh. It’s kinda big and triangular and I used to think I looked like phineas.

26. What do you do when you wake up?On school days I normally try to wait a minute so I can see how much feeling I have in my legs before I stand up. Sometimes I fall over or whatever but it’s cool. On week ends and days I have doctors appointments I sleep in and then I lay in bed for like 30 mins to an hour and do stuff on my phone.

27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker?I don’t really care tbh

28. Who are you most comfortable around?My closest friends

29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up?Yeah

30. Do you ever want to get married?Yup

31. If your hair long enough for a pony tail?My hair is long enough for like 3 ponytails

32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with?Ellen page and missy peregrym

33. Spell your name with your chin.Wo fMy name is Alex, but I tried

34. Do you play sports? What sports?I used to play softball and I was in love with it, but then I quit for theatre and music.

35. Would you rather live without TV or music?Tv

36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them?I normally tell people, but sometimes I don’t

37. What do you say during awkward silences?I normally make a stupid joke

38. Describe your dream girl/guy?Uhhhhh next question plS

39. What are your favorite stores to shop in?target and thrift stores. Especially value villages, I always find cool stuff at value village.

40. What do you want to do after high school?I’m gonna go to college, I recently have been considering doing pre med and then going to medical school but who knows 🤷🏻‍♀️

41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?I think some people do, and I think some people have to prove that they deserve a second chance, but then there are people that don’t deserve even a first chance let alone a second chance.

42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean?I’m either thinking or I’m trying to keep my mouth shut so I don’t say something mean

43. Do you smile at strangers?I always smile when I make eye contact

44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?Space my dude

45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning?Sometimes I don’t get out of bed tbh, like today I didn’t get out of bed except to go to the bathroom and to take a shower. Most of the time it’s just bc of school

46. What are you paranoid about?Everything

47. Have you ever been high?Nope

48. Have you ever been drunk?Nope

49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?Not that I know of

50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore?It’s rainbow tie dye

51. Ever wished you were someone else?Sometimes, but most of the time I’m happy in my own body

52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself?I wish I could learn to trust people better and let them in. I tend to isolate myself a lot, even from the people in my house because I’ve been hurt so much that it’s hard to trust people tbh

53. Favourite makeup brand?I really love Anastasia Beverly Hills but I also love tarte and kat von d 🤷🏻‍♀️

54. Favourite store?Target

55. Favourite blog?I have a couple, @thequeerexpoditionist @sapphic-sage @brianniscute and all of the lesbian blogs

56. Favourite colour?Yellow

57. Favourite food? Noodles

58. Last thing you ate?A ho ho bc I’m a ho ho

59. First thing you ate this morning?I had pancakes

60. Ever won a competition? For what?I won some tournaments in softball, does that count?

61. Been suspended/expelled? For what?Nope I’m a good noodle

62. Been arrested? For what?Never

63. Ever been in love? Yeah

64. Tell us the story of your first kiss?It was in a church parking lot and I bumped teeth with the guy and it was awkward, shortly after I broke up with him for my first girlfriend oops

65. Are you hungry right now?Not really

66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends?I don’t really have a lot of tumblr friends tbh

67. Facebook or Twitter?Twitter bc I love the tea

68. Twitter or Tumblr?Tumblr

69. Are you watching tv right now?Nope

70. Names of your bestfriends? Briann, faith, and Elizabeth

71. Craving something? What?I’m craving a cuddle buddy bc it’s cold and I just wanna lay on someone’s chest

72. What colour are your towels?They’re multi colored

72. How many pillows do you sleep with?Okay so I’m weird and I have like 5 pillows on my bed but when I go to sleep I don’t use any of them

73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?Yeah don’t judge me

74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have?Probably like 10-15 but a lot of them are in my closet (just like me)

75. Favourite animal?I really love dogs, they make me happy. I also really love cats though. I LOVE ALL ANIMALS HONESTLY

76. What colour is your underwear?It’s blue

77. Chocolate or Vanilla?Swirl ;) just kidding I like vanilla

78. Favourite ice cream flavour?Vanilla with strawberries in it

79. What colour shirt are you wearing?It’s grey and it has dogs on it

80. What colour pants?I’m wearing black shorts

81. Favourite tv show?The x files, but I’ve recently been watching the good doctor and it’s really good!

82. Favourite movie?Dead poets society orrrr perks of being a wallflower

83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2?Mean girls what kind of question is that

84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street?I’ve never seen all of 21 jumpstreet so I guess mean girls

85. Favourite character from Mean Girls?Gretchen, I can relate to her anger

86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo?Either the starfish, the puffer fish, or the little squid girl

87. First person you talked to today?Faith

88. Last person you talked to today?So far it’s been Faith

89. Name a person you hate?I don’t talk about him

90. Name a person you love?Briann!

91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?Not really?

92. In a fight with someone?I don’t think so

93. How many sweatpants do you have?Like 1 pair no joke

94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have?Too many

95. Last movie you watched?THE NEW SAW MOVIE OMG

96. Favourite actress?Ellen page bc I have a crush on her

97. Favourite actor?Zachary Quinto bc I love him and he was great in Star Trek plus heS GAY

98. Do you tan a lot?I don’t tan, ever.

99. Have any pets?I have a dog named gizmo but he doesn’t love me as much as I love him :((

100. How are you feeling?Like crap, same as usual

101. Do you type fast?On my phone? Yes. On my laptop? No.

102. Do you regret anything from your past?I regret a lot of things, but ya gotta learn one way or another 🤷🏻‍♀️

103. Can you spell well?I think so

104. Do you miss anyone from your past?I guess so

105. Ever been to a bonfire party?Yup

106. Ever broken someone’s heart?Unfortunately I think so

107. Have you ever been on a horse?Yeah

108. What should you be doing?I should be writing an essay

109. Is something irritating you right now?Not really

110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?Yeah

111. Do you have trust issues?Um yeah I already answered this oneeeee

112. Who was the last person you cried in front of?I don’t even remember I try not to cry in front of people

113. What was your childhood nickname?I used to get called Grace in softball bc I always tripped over my own feet and I’d constantly get hurt lmao

114. Have you ever been out of your province/state?Yup thank god

115. Do you play the Wii?I haven’t played the wii in forever but I bet I’d still kick ass in wii tennis

116. Are you listening to music right now?Nope

117. Do you like chicken noodle soup?I love chicken noodle soup bc I love noodles

118. Do you like Chinese food?Yes yes yes

119. Favourite book?Right now it’s probably diary of an oxygen thief, but looking for Alaska is still my all time fav

120. Are you afraid of the dark?Kinda I get The Spooks™

121. Are you mean?Sometimes I can be really mean, most of the time it isn’t intentional and I feel bad but sometimes it’s well deserved

122. Is cheating ever okay?Nope

123. Can you keep white shoes clean?Probably not, I don’t own a pair of white shoes though

124. Do you believe in love at first sight?Nah

125. Do you believe in true love?Yeah

126. Are you currently bored?Not really

127. What makes you happy?Coffee, genuine hugs, dogs, hiking, the way the sun feels on a chilly day, good grades, sleeping, ya know the usual stuff

128. Would you change your name?I used to hate my name, but now I think it’s pretty cool

129. What your zodiac sign?I’m a Gemini with a rising Scorpio

130. Do you like subway?Not really

131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?Next question

132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?Faith

133. Favourite lyrics right now?“And you give good head, make daddy real proud of you” bc the way blackbear says it is really cool and I wish someone would give me good head and call me daddy

134. Can you count to one million?Probably not lmao

135. Dumbest lie you ever told?I’ve told a lot of dumb lies I think it’s a pretty human thing to do

136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?I have to sleep with them open and I hate it bc I get really paranoid

137. How tall are you?I’m 5’6

138. Curly or Straight hair?I have straight hair but I think curly hair is really pretty

139. Brunette or Blonde?I have a thing for brunettes

140. Summer or Winter?Winter

141. Night or Day?I feel inclined to say night, but I like doing things during the day so idk

142. Favourite month?Used to be December but someone had to fuck it up for me so idk

143. Are you a vegetarian?No, I’m trying to be though

144. Dark, milk or white chocolate?All chocolate, I don’t discriminate against chocolate

145. Tea or Coffee?Coffee, but I really love sweet iced tea

146. Was today a good day?Not really

147. Mars or Snickers?Snickers

148. What’s your favourite quote?“We’re all homos” - michael Scott

149. Do you believe in ghosts?Kinda yeah

150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page? “But thanks to AA I had signed a new lease of life and I was determined to use it” -diary of an oxygen thief

#asks

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