#that’s the short answer after the very long answer pfffft

[undermattsun]

miki did you get your back blown out by a skaterat?

no i’m saving myself for marriage amen praise god etc etc

[lustbile]

What Are The Odds?

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Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: semi public (restroom) penetrative. some grabbing and groping @ the beginning.

Note: if you’ve never played what are the odds here’s a very brief explanation. Person A wants something from person B. Person A asks what are the odds, person B says a number, for example 25. Both person A and B say a number between one and the given number and if they both say the same number person A wins. I know some people do extra rules sometimes including numbers divisible by 2 or something idk but i don’t care. 💜

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“Jungwoo, get your hand out of my pants.”

It was a harsh command, your words coming out quiet but sharp as you spoke through your teeth. Your less than forceful grip wraps around his wrist, and your foggy mind weakens the way you push at his wandering hands.

“You’re not wearing any pants,” he counters, far too serious for your liking and his greedy fingers desperately trying to dig deeper into your underwear shamelessly.

“Oh so a skirt gives you permission to be a pervert,” you swat at his hands again, huffing and pinching his skin as you turn every direction in search of your friends coming back, “they’re going to be back literally any second so can you please behave?”

—

—

“You’re no fun,” he finally obliges, his tone completely joking as he accepts defeat but not before pinching the skin of your belly in retaliation, “if they walk over and my hand is in your underwear, I think that’s their fault for being friends with us.”

Exactly on the queue of your hand connecting with his shoulder in an annoyed wack, you see your friends returning to the food court table you two sit at, completely oblivious smiles on their faces as they balance trays of food.

——

“What are the odds?”

“Hrm?” a small sound of confusion slipping out from around the mouth full of food you’re struggling to chew.

It was a small lull in conversation and everyone started to trickle into their own side conversations that had prompted Jungwoo to lean over and breath hotly against your ear with the sudden and confusing question. He had an issue with bringing you into the middle of a conversation that he had started only in his head, luckily for him you had a tendency to find it a bit charming, but at the moment your mind was occupied on willing yourself not to choke.

“What are the odds,” he speaks slower this time, as if a change in pace adds any context in the slightest. You finally look more at him, and notice that he’s all twitchy where he sits, his hands wringing together as he seems anxious and giddy for something to happen, “that you follow me to the bathroom right now.”

“For what?” you ask with a faux ignorance, only partially hoping it’s not for the reason you’re thinking.

“What do you mean for what?” he asks a bit louder than he probably intended, pulling the attention of one of your friends momentarily, but an eye roll and a shake of the head from you perfectly portrays ‘don’t worry, Jungwoo is just being Jungwoo.’

“You know exactly for what,” he speaks in a tone that makes you feel like you’re being scolded, but after a rough swallow, you can only smile at his dramatics, “so what are the odds?”

You huff quietly, dropping your fork clattering onto your plate to add dramatics, your bottom lip becoming your own personal chew toy as you glance around the relatively empty food court and preoccupied friends.

“Fifteen,” you finally respond after a moment of him doing nothing but glaring at you in anticipation. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to follow him and cause some chaos, but you feared saying ten would look too eager, and twenty just left more of a chance of it not happening than you wanted. Yes, you wanted to leave it to fate, but there’s nothing wrong with manipulating fate just a little.

“Fifteen,” he confirms with a grin, his legs wiggling beneath the table as he turns to face you more, his shoulders slouching and his eyes widening as he waits for your completely undivided attention to lay on him before counting down.

“Three, two, one....”

“Eleven.”

It’s in their air, same word, same number, but two different voices speak it. With a sinking heart, but warming belly, you throw your head back with a sigh when you realize he’s won.

“Excuse is up to you, since you’re such shit at what are the odds,” he taunts, only one dial of annoying away from calling you a nerd and taking your lunch money, “but you better be in the single person bathroom in ten minutes or you’re in trouble.”

He stands, giving some unnecessarily detailed explanation about where he was going before tripping over his feet towards the bathroom he’s been eyeing since the idea popped into his brain. You can only sink down into your seat and glance at the time on your phone as you wait for the perfect moment.

——

It was exactly eleven minutes after Jungwoo had disappeared that you decided to stand yourself, hoping he actually found a way to follow through on his earlier threat.

You mutter something about drinking too much water this morning, and a promise to check on Jungwoo if he still wasn’t out when you were done in hopes to mask what you’re really getting up to do. The chorus of acknowledging grumbles and a few playful ‘have fun’s seemed to be reassuring enough, and with a tug at the hem of your skirt, you're scurrying towards the bathroom you saw your boyfriend disappear into not long ago.

You stand at the door for a moment, pushing it another minute past your time limit partially to make the boy on the other side of the door squirm, but also to wrap your mind around what you’ve let him convince you to do.

It’s when you hear him quietly hiss in pain from messing with something he probably shouldn’t be touching at all, that you let out an airy laugh through your nose and lean against the locked door.

You knock gently at the door, whispering a taunting ‘guess who?’ in between taps, and before you could step back, he swings the door open, and you’re stumbling in.

“I said ten minutes,” he wastes no time scolding you for your poor listening skills, his hands grabbing for your waist and pushing your chest against the wall, “ten minutes is a perfectly reasonable time to come up with an excuse and follow your boyfriend to the bathroom to fuck isn’t it? So what could have possibly taken you so long?”

“Well, Jungwoo,” you start, fully prepared to pull something incredibly stupid out of thin air to use as an excuse, but when he presses his hips against your ass and you feel just how excited he had gotten just from his wandering hands earlier, you begin to stutter over your words, “m-maybe I just umm lost track of time?”

“Lost track of time?” he asks in a sarcastic and even borderline bitchy tone, “definitely doesn’t have anything to do with a little threat I made without even thinking earlier would it? Pfffft no how could it?”

You can’t even bite back, deliver the same level of idiotic sass that had attracted you two to each other in the first place. Not with your face pressing against the cold wall and his hands moving faster than you can process down towards your thighs.

He lets out quiet grunts of appreciation when he starts to push your skirt up and around your hips, a big evil smile crawling across his face when he sees that he had guessed perfectly correct, and you were in fact wearing his favorite pair of panties. (He swears he could pick them out from millions of pairs just from the way the elastic bites into his wrist.)

You’re pressed tighter against the wall, your panting breaths almost syncing with his own when he starts to roughly grind his denim clad crotch against you. His lack of snarky comments from the ways you’ve started to whine tells you you’ve lost him, and your thighs start to shake and tremble as you squeeze them together tightly, trying to relieve the pain from your sudden neediness and impatience.

“Jungwoo come on,” you whine, swinging your arm aimlessly behind you to swat at him, “we don’t have all day, they were already getting weird about how long you were taking before I left.”

“Fuck okay,” he says with hesitation before pulling away enough to shove your underwear down to pool around your ankles while muttering to himself.

You begin debating in your head whether or not you should touch yourself, before answering yes, you absolutely should, when you hear him struggling with his belt.

The first minuscule touch of your middle and ring finger touching your clit makes you gasp and press your forehead against the wall, the circling motions falling just short compared to the way he knows how to touch you and you can only huff in frustration from the stupidity of your own hand not knowing exactly what to do.

It’s the sound of his jeans falling around his knees and a small clicking of a cap that pulls you from your inner grumbling, but it’s the cold shock of the jelly on his fingers pushing between your thighs that makes you jerk your hand away from your body to mirror the other laying flat by your head.

“Why do you have lube?” you ask in shock and even a bit of arousal from how much curveball he could be, but you’d never admit the second part willingly to his face.

“I think the better question is why don’t you?” he asks with an air of arrogance as he pulls his fingers away and begins to audibly coat himself in the substance, “looks like im the prepared one between us for once.”

“Yeah prepared for something you weren’t even sure was going to happen.”

“Yeah but you’re letting it happen aren’t you? Loser,” regardless of the name that he throws at you, he seems to have lost his patience with the back and forth you two have started. So with the last last syllable still slipping between his teeth, the hand he doesn’t have wrapped around himself grabs you around the waist and he’s shoving himself almost completely inside you.

You don’t have time to muffle the surprised moan that falls from your tongue, instead all you can do is pray no one was close enough to the bathrooms to hear it as he starts to rock his hips against yours.

“Can’t judge me for the lube now can you?” it was rhetorical, but even if it wasn’t you would have been able to answer him. With the second thrust into you, he had already been able to seat himself fully into you, the size of him still shocking you to this day and you can only clench and squirm against him.

His hands are clumsy as the trace around your body. His non dominant hand struggles to push under the hem of your shirt to grasp at your chest, while his other dips below the skirt he was so thrilled you had chosen to wear in search of the space between your thighs.

His breath is hot and quick pants when he leans his chest against your back and pushes his face into the crook of your neck. You almost feel like you’re suffocating from how much he begins to surround you and you really for the life of you cannot think of a worse placed to pass out in than a food court bathroom with your boyfriend fucking your brains out.

It’s when his own fingers dig into your clit and his warm tongue drags up the side of your neck, so you remember the existence of your own hands. You shove one up your now stretched out top to tangle tightly with the one he has kneading your chest, while the other slams tightly against your mouth to muffle the moans and squeaks that now beat against it.

“I wanna make you come so fucking hard,” he grunts in your ear with every ounce of honestly he can pull from his chest, his hips showing you exactly how truthful he is with the way they thrust roughly against you, pushing and pulling you apart in a way that makes you feel like he’s trying to take you apart at the seams, “wanted that since I saw you put on that cute little skirt on this morning. You just live to taunt me don’t you?”

You can’t answer, too afraid that taking your hand even the slightest amount away from your mouth will expose to the whole food court exactly what’s happening behind the closed door. Instead all you do is push back against him, trying hopelessly to match his thrusts and getting a sharp bite to the soft skin of your neck in retaliation.

“Better come quick before they think we got lost in here,” he says too coolly, his ability to not sound like he’s on a brink of orgasm when you know for a fact he is almost driving you up the wall. But unfortunately, his words and the fact that you're just as much, if not closer to your finish than him, has you melting back into his chest.

Even when your thighs begin to tremble, and you accidentally step back onto his foot, his fingers don’t stutter in the slightest. The arm pushing against your chest keeps you from squirming away from him, and even with your thighs trying to push him out, he keeps his fast and unrelenting pace on your hypersensitive clit.

You’re pushing up on your toes, his one foot still getting crushed under your weight, and your neck inhumanly arching to lean your head against his shoulder as you start to come. You can hear the faint growling noise you make from behind your hand, but your mind is too busy blanking out to control anything that comes from your mouth.

You feel your eyes watering as his fingers keep moving against you to carry you through your orgasm, his own finally creeping up and making him shove himself fully inside you as he starts to come.

The feeling of him spilling inside you creates borderline unbearable waves of aftershocks to wash across you, and you can feel your body fluttering around him as you try to ruin his brain just as much as he did your own. It’s almost like a small competition sparks between you to fight against your own pleasure just to simply torture the other, but eventually once your both sporting lines of sweat on your hairlines and aching shoulders and back do you silently call it a truce.

The small room suddenly feels too hot for either of you to be anywhere close to it, but you’d rather scream than let him take his hands away from your body. You’re more than glad to shove his fingers away from your buzzing clit, but you still keep it wrapped tightly in your fist the way you do to his other.

When he pulls out you feel a disappointing emptiness but an even more embarrassing rush of fear of the evidence of his orgasm leaking onto the floor, so all you can do is whine and squeeze your thighs back together again while you and him both catch your breaths.

“Come on,” he whispers, and that and the way his hands smooth over your burning skin is almost sweet, until he swats at your ass harshly before he starts to pull his jeans back onto his hips.

“Didn’t feel like I was in much trouble,” you loudly sigh in both faux disappointment but also to help even your breathing, “guess you’re all bark and no bite puppy boy.”

He glares to the best of his ability, but his still animated brows and pouting lips makes him look hilariously cute, “you think you’re getting punished in the bathroom? Absolutely not, I’m a man of class and respect.”

“Man of respect? You just fucked me in a public toilet after a game of what are the odds.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he lies, weirdly focused on redoing his belt and avoiding your eyes, “anyways we should probably go, they probably already think the chicken I got was bad or something.”

“You go,” you push him aside gentle before you begin a awkward trip towards the toilet in the corner, “I’m going to get rid of the mess you made and pee all you’re gross boy germs out so you go and please try to come up with an excuse that won’t make us both look like freaks okay?”

“On it captain,” he salutes to you before ducking out in a way that makes you question if you really truly let him just put his dick inside you, but with a growing need to pee you push it aside to waddle with haste.

It’s not until you shuffling back to the table in what you assumed was a discreet walk of shame do you realize he’s done the opposite of what you asked, as when you finally reach within hearing range to the table you’re immediately met with jeers and taunts about you and your boyfriend being insatiable freaks. But at least Jungwoo has the decency to look a little ashamed and maybe even a dash of apologetic.

[reynie-muldoons]

'The Dance of the Celestial Orb' liveblog!

for real this time lmfao

book and show spoilers below

I'm ✨nervous✨ please let our children be okay

0:10 this Sticky arc hurts me so kuch

1:35 this music is BUMPIN

2:22 I just wanna know how she got under there without the dude seeing her

2:47 "all systems go" for the Improvement.... yikes 😬😬😬

2:55 she didn't wait even 5 seconds after they left, the door was still closing when she popped up 😂 can you imagine if one of them doubled back right at that moment

3:18 they look like the dudes from that veggietales movie, I think it was Esther- the island of perpetual tickling?? Anyone??? 😂😂😂

4:00 Kate vented.......

4:51 "not a rat" yeah no shit

5:07 if not for the suspense, I would be jamming out lmaooo

6:10 Mr. Benedict is looking at the shoreline, is he about to watch Kate dive in???? Because I mean that's where she's gotta be going

6:20 "memory challenges"? Is Rhonda talking about Milligan's amnesia, or has short term memory been affected as well??

6:29 .....thank you for answering so efficiently 😂

6:42 "I buy it. I completely.... buy it." RHONDA THAT'S NOT HELPFUL AHSKSHDJKD

6:56 can you imagine seeing your friend go down in a sub then hours later seeing the sub float up in fucking PIECES

7:06 KATE! KATE! KATE! KATE!

7:06 please let it be reunion time

7:25 oh hello that's a drop

7:38 *to the tune of Bezos I* come on Katie u can do it pave the way put ur back into it

7:51 she craves that mineral

8:06 Sticky, my child

8:20 oh my gosh they went out and LOOKED FOR HER I care them 😭😭😭

8:23 SHE KNEW HIS DREAM SHE KNEW HIS DREAM TELEPATH TELEPATH TELEPATH

8:34 STICKY STOPPPP

8:40 "jumping to conclusions is a failure of character" wow that really is something Curtain would say

8:52 angry Reynie. He is in rare form

8:54 "and you helped put her there!" OOOOOOOH I SCREAMED

9:03 "I shouldn't have yelled" okay but you kinda should have Sticky needs a wake up call

9:06 "dont apologize. I like this side of you." IS THIS THE START OF REYNIE AND CONSTANCE HAVING THE BEST SIBLING RELATIONSHIP

9:22 "if you really cared about me, you'd want me to be happy instead of standing there telling me who I am" oh Sticky my dude I am NOT digging the manipulation

9:36 Reynie pulling out the BFF card!!! Also Reynie digging in his feet because he knows he's right!!!! That's great setup for his arc as a strategist later

9:48 "I'm telling you, Kate's fine." Narrator: Kate was not, in fact, fine.

10:03 "they'll notice." Sticky has made one (1) good point.

10:11 oh dear god are they fingerprinting this bitch

10:19 all this equipment, has no one walked up to the cliff and looked down???

10:23 HAHAHAHA WAIT THEY ACTUALLY HAVEN'T

10:27 "we've been out here all night" that means Kate has been clinging to a cliff by her fingers and toes ALL NIGHT????

11:04 babe I know it's been a long night but maybe wait a second for them to actually leave before you climb back up

11:15 BUCKET NO

11:22 she has to go get it. There's no way someone wouldn't find that shit, it's in plain view

11:37 "WAS"???? WHY ARE WE SAYING WAS????? NO PAST TENSE HERE MILLIGAN'S FINE

11:43 "I only wish we could've known him better" NOOOPE NONONO WE'RE NOT DOING THIS

11:47 Rhonda back at it as the voice of reason!!!!!

11:59 "I have never met a more competent swimmer" throwback to "the baaAAAYYYY"

12:10 MR. BENEDICT'S FACE HAHAHAHA HOLD ON LET ME TAKE A PICTURE IM DYING

12:11 NUMBER TWO, NOT HELPING

12:14 RHONDA'S FACE HAHENDJDKDN

12:33 "we will go rescue him" because of COURSE he would

12:36 Rhonda is his best wingwoman omfg she's so consistent

12:54 MISS PERUMAL??????

12:56 MISS PERUMAL!!!!!!

13:00 SHE KNOWS HE'S RIGHT GAKSHDBDHEKSNND

13:09 "how hard can it be? It's an island!" PFFFFT

13:16 oh SQ baby boy please get out of there

13:25 "I certainly have my own suspicions" he said, looking at SQ why are you looking at SQ like that

13:31 SQ GET OUT OF THERE PLEASE IS2G

13:36 here we fuckin go

13:43 the captions have the f in forest capitalized like it's this special place

13:43 new hc that the Forest is a magical place like pixie hollow

13:57 TWO THINGS: 1. YES stand up for yourself baby!!!! 2. Shepard Quaid? Interesting! I don't think we ever got SQ's full name in the books, I hope TLS made that decision!

14:08 your "father hat"??? Oh my gosh shut the fuck up right there don't even continue

14:16 oh yeah real fuckin cute put on your "steward of this institution hat" and call that a good reason to be a shit person

14:43 "No." GOOD FOR HIMMMM GOOD JOB SQ

15:03 Kate's struggling right by the shore where a certain someone would be returning after a very hard swim, it would be a great time for a meeting wouldn't you think

15:09 KATE THE GREAT

15:11 "THE TRAPESE GODDESS" I WILL REFER TO HER AS NOTHING ELSE

15:26 sorry but that green screen of her falling was kinda funny

15:28 soooooo is someone, a very certain someone, gonna catch her...??????

15:36 YEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH

15:43 IS THIS IT????@?@?!?

15:46 awww poor baby girl you can tell how tired she is

15:46 just putting this out there- they look so good in frame together

15:46 the actor who plays Milligan is fucking huge in stature so I wasn't sure how that would go but it looks so good

16:00 THE WAY HE'S LOOKING AT HER WITH HIS HAND ON HER SHOULDER I CANT DO THISSSSS

16:20 "keep going." 😭😭😭😭😭

16:23 "you dont understand." Ohhhh I think he does

16:25 "I think I do." What did I tell you, he's got your back babygirl

16:45 I'm so glad she's talking this out, and with Milligan of all people

17:01 it makes so much sense for Kate to feel alone in that situation, and when Kate feels anything less than positive she goes and does something, whatever that something is.

17:05 "So.. I...." "fell off a cliff and nearly died." Thanks for putting things into perspective Milligan

17:05 Milligan is such a good dad stop

17:19 "most of the way" is an understatement LMFAO

17:29 I'm so glad we know the intimate details of Milligan's illustrious swimming abilities 😂 out of all the new things wfrom the show that one wasnt on my radar

17:52 leave it to Milligan to come up with an escape plan off of an island with no water vessel with four kids in tow

18:08 THEYRE SO CUTE 😭😭😭😭

18:08 lowkey I'm super surprised they didnt take this opportunity to have Milligan's arduous swim force his memories out and have the father daughter bonding time they deserve. I hope they give that moment ample time to flesh out.

18:13 BUCKET!!!

18:13 wait that shot is so artsy hold up lmfao

18:13 this looks like someone's photography final hahahaha

18:26 THE TENDER MUSIC STOPPPP 😭😭😭

18:41 Sticky is still on that jumping to conclusions bs he got from Curtain

18:44 WETHERALL'S WIDGET 😭

19:31 "Kate... she's in danger..." NO SHIT SHERLOCK

19:36 "and it's all because of me." Not just because of you but love to see you taking responsibility

19:52 once again I am asking WHY ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT THIS IN THE OPEN

20:26 "Kate. She has changed." "Not really. She's always been who she is." "Her clothes. She changed clothes." PFFFT HAHHAHA they really took a moment of self-reflection and made it so much better

20:55 AYYYYY KATE'S DEPENDENCY ARC CONTINUESSSSS

21:35 yikes yikes yikes

22:16 I love that Mr. Benedict got closure in telling Miss Perumal that her words stuck with him

22:40 the way she just knows Reynie took the position of leader 😭😭

22:54 SHE WROTE HIM A LETTERRR

23:02 "Would it be possible to get this to him?" Ma'am what part of undercover spy don't you get

23:54 it's still really weird that we are now in a position where Reynie is the one who is not trusted and Sticky is the one in Curtain's favor

24:13 and here we see Curtain's thinly veiled anger issues shining through

24:21 "the little things matter. Every minor detail, it all matters!" CALLBACK TO MR. BENEDICT TELLING THE CHILDREN THAT THEY ALL MATTER

24:55 "I can tell with complete accuracy when a person is lying." first of all, no. second of all, I cannot wait for him to talk to Constance.

26:33 why is Mr. Benedict graphically explaining the children's potential trauma so funny to me

26:40 "you're catastrophizing." "Yes. I am. Quite severely. Thank you." WHY IS THIS FUNNY

26:58 MADGE!!!!

27:16 she's so prettyyyyy

27:33 GOOD JOB MADGE!!!!!

27:36 wait did she just take the LETTER??? she's delivering the LETTER?????

28:05 WHAT DOES "OKAY FINE" MEAN??? REYNIE??????

28:22 it's sad because it's true 🥺

28:24 "I miss my teacher from the orphanage" the best lies are the ones rooted in truth 🥺🥺🥺

28:48 roll credits

29:16 Reynie honey Orion's Belt isn't on the ceiling

29:29 the way he was so confident that he had it right 😑 Curtain Stop Being a Pretentious Fuck challenge

29:52 our babygirl is so smartttt

29:55 did Milligan plant his prints 😳 oh no OH NO

29:57 MARTINA???? WHATSUEJHDKD

29:57 is this the replacement for when they pin cheating on her????

30:03 THE KEY CARD!!!!

30:11 MADGEEEE

30:21 "one attacked me as a small child" honey you are a small child

30:24 "it did not win," she said, smiling menacingly

30:40 "so we dance again" WHY DID THE MUSIC REV UP WHEN SHE SAID THAT HAHAHAHA

31:01 ✨woodworking is a passion✨

31:58 "was it functional?" "Well I guess that depends on how you define functionality" RHONDA'S FACE IN THE BACKGROUND HAHAHAHA

32:10 OH HEY MARTINA

32:17 wait 🥺

32:22 that has to be SQ :)

32:28 hi sweet boy

32:34 please tell me they did that shot of the sandwich because Madge is about to take it

32:39 LMFAOOOOO

32:44 hi good girl!!! Enjoy your snackies

32:50 oh god oh no the LETTER

33:25 oh wow we're doing this NOW??

33:52 and here we see another example of Curtain's thinly veiled anger issues bubbling to the surface

34:10 hey what if you uhhh weren't such an asshole

34:33 that man's voice is buttery

34:52 REYNIE'S TRYING TO TELL SQ????

35:02 and they're talking about this right in front of the office door, WHY??

35:24 AND THEY'RE TALKING ABOUT THIS RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE OFFICE DOOR, WHY????

35:55 he's letting him go 🥺🥺🥺🥺

36:14 why does that look like a body bag

36:17 oh my gosh it definitely is a body bag, hey Martina

36:25 yep, that's about what I expected

36:36 "whoever did this to me, they're gonna pay" oh girl do I have some bad news for you

37:12 ahhhh, so Martina is the burnt out gifted kid who keeps going out of spite and sheer force of will

37:12 everything makes much more sense now

37:30 ohhhhh my gosh feelings time

37:44 "I think it's awesome." "Yeah. I know you do." THE SHIPPERS ARE THRIVING

37:54 THEY REALLY WANT TO MAKE THIS AS PAINFUL AS POSSIBLE HUH

38:10 "it's the least I can do" that's an understatement 😬

38:14 AAWWWWW SHKSHSLSBDK

38:20 "I don't know what I'd do without you, Wetherall" STOPPPPP

38:30 HEY BUD UH MAYBE CLOSE YOUR DOOR???

38:38 he's been writing letters to her every night and now he finally gets one back 😭😭

39:34 so Miss Perumal wrote this letter with the intention of it being sent to him, right- why did she write it like that?? 😂

39:34 they've gone to such lengths to communicate in code but the letter kind of undermines that- it was written in such a way that an onlooker would know Reynie was a spy but wouldn't know what he was doing or why. No wonder SQ was pissed

39:41 KATE!!

40:10 BREAKING NEWS: local bastard man treats everyone like shit

40:15 ohhhhh SQ bud please be careful

40:30 "always have time for my son," he said in a clipped voice that implied that he does not have time for his son

40:35 ohhh he's getting RIGHT INTO IT HUH

40:41 you mean to tell me he's never asked about Mr. Curtain's work?? Ever???? Somehow that doesn't seem right to me

40:57 hey uh what if you didn't talk down to SQ at every opportunity

41:02 "would you care to reconsider that answer, son?" "No." DIG THOSE HEELS IN SQ!!!!

41:22 I'm really not digging that Curtain is using the guise of openly expressing his feelings to communicate his anger and his unasked question. Not cool bitch head

41:33 the fact that he didn't answer SQ's spoken question kind of also answers his unspoken question

41:45 "I knew there was something off about that girl. But espionage?" "How do you so convincingly fake a tetherball obsession?" I love that this entire conversation could be about Martina or Kate interchangeably

42:34 WELL THAT'S NOT GOOD

42:36 IF IT WAS THAT EASY TO FIND WITH BINOCULARS HOW HAD THEY NOT BEEN SPOTTED UP UNTIL THIS POINT?!!?#? HOW????

43:05 Kate advocating for Martina with the Society 🥺🥺 the interaction I didn't know I needed

43:58 "I definitely don't like to leave anything unfinished." "That's true, I've seen you eat." PFFFFT

44:05 YESS YOU GO STICKY USE YOUR ACCESS FOR PRIME INTEL

44:19 "well, you can't succeed without me, so..." baby girl you have no idea how right you are

44:28 please let that be Milligan PLEASE LET THAT BE MILLIGAN

44:32 YEAAAAAHHHHH

44:35 I simply adore him

44:45 "would you mind helping me down, please? I'm stuck." Your honor I would die for this man

44:54 oh shit, Martina's tryna sleuth it out herself.. this can't end well

45:04 is she about to find Kate's marbles or something?? Callback to the book?

45:26 the absolute MURDER in her eyes

45:31 FUCKIN YIKES

45:41 "the clothes of someone who had given up" ASEJDGEIDNDLFK

45:47 well that's not good

46:00 WELL THAT'S NOT GOOD

46:04 PLEASE let them be on their way already, please

46:14 THEY MADE A BLIMP????

46:17 Goodyear is QUAKING

46:35 why the fuck is Number Two in red, that's upsetting on principle

THEYRE JUST ENDING IT THERE???? goddamnit!!!!

How surreal is it that next week is the finale?? Idk if I'm ready for that????

[thatnamelessbutler]

(OoC: So, what's the AU thing about?)

((ooc: Okay so basically I got an idea form a song completely unrelated to the fandom and long story short, Bi n Bu are no longer able to escape from the Egg except through a very specific method, and then Karl comes back along and bippity boppity your body is now our property!

So, yeah. Body-swap AU except Karl kinda dies because to get the swap to work everyone's body had to die. Karl's gets healed afterwards through magical time shenanigans-

So Billiam and Rune(Bu's new name in this AU) wake up in the library, in our current DSMP present, in the weird body of this weird guy who's apparently a weird color-shapeshifter.(yeah, i'm going with the cryptid creature Karl for this one because. it's cool as heck and I never see this anywhere)

a little while after they wake up in the present, karl wakes up after being dormant because he literally died and it's like "HEY WAIT WHAT THE HECK YOU STOLE MY BODY" and everyone else goes "shit shit shit shit"

p.s if you're wondering where hubert is he's dead. the egg killed nearly everyone except billiam and butler because bi is its main caretaker and bu will never leave his side

(more under the cut please there's so much and i actually love this au so much)

Now I'm not a system but I imagine these four(yes, four; Billiam, Rune, Piam(Billiam's Piglin side), and Tune(Bu's Other) operate kind of like one. They have an innerworld and everything, they aren't just all constantly crammed into the front. That would get confusing, stressful and difficult to manage overall. Bu's usually the one fronting because no one else wants to; Billiam doesn't wanna do it because he doesn't wanna mingle with the "poor", Tune doesn't wanna do it because it always gets tripped up with literally everything about the body, it's not even dangerous enough to protect now, and Piam doesn't wanna do it because he's kind of scared of the Overworld someone that doesn't know how to be a Human Person

Oh yeah and I've also talked about all this and more with my bestie so here's a copy-paste of that conversation-

I think an encounter with Sapnap and/or Quackity would go terribly too, until they sit down and explain things as best they can wait no actually "So basically, we killed your fiancée so we could inhabit his body and escape from a really bad situation. sorry" Acid Sapanap would go feral and I can't even begin to conceive what extremely destructive thoughts Quackoty would start having Me MHM Sapnap probably pulls a sword on them and they automatically reach for their own before remembering "Oh shit, we don't have it. OH SHIT-" and then they just gotta r u n Butler's trying desperately to teleport but without a pearl, eeeeeh that's not gonna do anything buddy I'm not sure if Karl has armor in his inventory or not but either way they wouldn't have the time or coordination to equip it Acid they just immediately die it'd be so funny Me "NOT AGAIN, WE JUST GOT FREE- death" Now lets hope either Karl has some extra canon lives, or those lives Billiam bought carry over Acid PFFFFT, BILLIAM'S LIVES GET CARRIED WITH THEM AND IT'S JUST revives ok listen we don't gotta dies revives please let's just dies revives why do you do t dies revives this is just gonna last forever isn't it? dies rev- Me wheeze YEAH "GET OUT OF KARL'S BODY!" "We can't!! It's already been done!! dies" "WHY WON'T YOU DIE!!?" "We are!!??" ohhh, bonus angst points if every time they die, Butler goes a little more dormant- Butler was only meant to have one life, he never got any Totems and his soul cannot take this in the way Billiam's can After about 15 deaths, Billiam gets Sapnap to stop for about five seconds, and in those five seconds he realizes that he can no longer hear or feel Butler Acid oh god Me If he manages to get far enough away and find someplace to hide(perhaps the library again), he dips into the headspace and finds Butler just gone. He looks around for a while and finds them far away from where they were, collapsed on the ground, flickering slightly, and entirely unresponsive. And no matter how much he tries, they just won't wake up, and their Ender half has disappeared completely. He can't do anything except wait for them. Acid fjsjdj oh my god imagine Billiam just goes feral after that he's like "what did you do to m y B u t l e r" and just jumps on Sapnap with his bare hands Me Oh absolutely, he will Murder Sapnap without a second thought and he doesn't care how many deaths he has to go through to do it even though dying more will make it take longer for butler to wake up, and then afterwards he'll be pacing around random areas stress-stimming intensely and waiting for his child to wake up Acid yeap Me Somehow he finds his way to Kinoko Kingdom and is like "oh, this looks like a good place for a walk" and then spends the entire time not actually looking at anything and drowned in anxiety

AND THEN THESE WERE LAST NIGHT'S THOUGHTS, SOMEHOW LATER ON THEY END UP AT SAPNAP'S PLACE CAUSE THEY TECHNICALLY DON'T HAVE A PLACE TO STAY Unless you count the library but I don't think that would be very comfortable-

Anyway, Rune was fronting when they fell asleep and then their chronic nightmares came back. Sapnap wakes up(or was he ever really sleeping?) to some almost animalistic gasping in the other room and runs in to find Karl Karl's body curled on the bed, barely humanoid and random flashes of color spiking over him in waves and clawlike hands digging into his head

So he tries to wake him up, and when he does Bu's first reaction is to scramble away in pure terror because he's not fully out of the nightmare yet, there are even tears running down his face that just get absorbed back into the mass of color. Sapnap tries to calm him down, and eventually succeeds enough to ask him what the hell happened, and who's fronting once he remembers that that is a thing-

Thing is, Bu's gone nonverbal, but hey at least Karl was some sort of shapeshifter so they can just shift blobs of color into the air to answer Sapnap's questions

He very quickly learns only to ask yes/no ones because he can't read Galactic which is the only thing Bu can respond in, but that whole night ends on a pretty good note :3

Acid IS KARL IN THE SYSTEM CANON? HE'D BE THE MAIN FRONTER IF IT IS I THINK Me After that nightmare Rune finds himself trusting Sapnap a little more but also not as able to front, he's just so tired of it. No one else wants to front, he always has to stay there and he never gets a break. At least before, Tune had control during the night and he got to rest some. Now his sleep schedule is just as abhorred as before and no one else even comes near the front. He tries as long as he can, for everyone else's sake, but after weeks of fronting alone he just can't anymore. So he finally leaves the front and just collapses face-first into idk a patch of grass in the innerworld or something, and he's so exhausted of being a person that he can't even think straight, He doesn't want consolation, he doesn't want promises, he doesn't even want cuddles he just wants someone else to take over for a bit. Me OOH MAYBE He wakes up and wanders around the innerworld figuring out what the heck is going on and wondering why he can't see the outside anymore and oh god is he dead, are they all dead maybe they're all dead and none of them know it, and then Rune comes out of front and practically begs to not have to be a person anymore, he tells Karl "please i just want a break, just go out there or get someone else to go out there for a while please" and, well, Karl takes a chance and goes out to front and holy shit is this the real world, holy shit are those his fiancées, holy s h i t Acid THAT'S THE BESR OUTCOME ACTUALLY Me YESSSSSSSSS MASQUERADE SYSTEM + KARL THE MAN HIMSELF JACOBS Acid YESSS Me Karl and Rune are now host and co-host, because. no one else wants to front Acid Karl tricking Billiam into fronting.mp4 Me GSHDFGBSGDHFBSF Rune and Karl lock him into front and Rune proceeds to lean against the nearest flat surface, slide down and then dissociate for the next couple/several hours Karl makes sure no one disturbs him, even if Tune and Piam are Very Worried about their exhausted Human hybrid Acid them taking care of Rune (affectionate)

Acid OK WAIT I WAS THINKING AND IN SYSTEMS PEOPLE USUALLY MANIFEST SO I WAS THINKING HOW THAT'D WORK IN THE MASQUERADE SYS AND I REALIZED THAT EVERYONE IN THERE IS TECHNICALLY DEAD IN A WAY WHAT IF THAT'S THIS AU'S LIMBO? ONE DAY WILBUR POPS UP AND COMMITS MULTIPLE CRIMES AGAINST HUMANITY Me HOLY SHIT OH SHIT EVERYONE THAT PERMA-DIES JUST ENDS UP AS AN ALTER IN KARL'S WEIRD COLOR-SHAPESHIFTING BODY XDDD You can always tell who's fronting by the colors, as long as you actually know them enough to know their colors- Acid Wilbur: hello Quackity, I am BAC- Karl: oh my GOD Wilbur shut the FUCK UP we understand it you're gay now please get out of front I have a date in 10 minutes Acid OOOOO YES Me Like Rune is purple/pink(mainly pink) gray-red/dark purple/orange/green eyes(right/right/left/left, respectively), and then he has some other colors sifting through, like a dark indigo-blue and a yellow the color of Endstone Tune is all of that but some of it is darker(the pinks/purples and Endstone color), some of it's the same(the eyes, except they have a light pink shine over them) and some of it is inverted. Clouds will waft around the body when it's fronting and whenever you look through the clouds you'll see the colors inverted Billiam is solidly pale pink except for his eyes(maroon) and his hands and feet(gold, with veins streaking out and tapering off at about the elbow) Piam is a slightly redder pink, with spots of a Netherrack color here and there, and his gold is more orangey, like there's fire reflecting off of it karl is just. karl. Of course he's got the signature swirls in bright violent and teal but other than that he's just a smorgasbord of color, usually bright and neon. When he's near/thinking about Sapnap and/or Quackity, little hearts start popping off him

[ji-yaaan]

°•°•°•°𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞°•°•°•°

A Silver x Reader Oneshot ^v^

Note: for the sake of third person it's a fem!reader, and I'm really sorry about that cuz I made this in like... Idk 2-3 am... So my brain is not functioning properly (꒦ິ⍸꒦ິ) sorry bout that guis, but feel free to replace the pronouns and gender thingy ( ´༎ຶㅂ༎ຶ`)

Mistakes were made under the cut!

A midsummer night with the twinkling stars that adorned the vast night skies. There lies a boy with silver hair under the cool shade of the big oak tree. After a long day of school, exhausted from the activities done, the boy leaned over the tree, relaxing at the comfortable ambiance in the middle of the dark forests illuminated by the stars and moonlight. Drowsy from exhaustion the boy nodded off to sleep as the crickets sing the songs of the night. What a sight to see.... The girl thought to herself.

In a sleepless humid night with the stuffy and dusty air suffocating the halls of the ramshackle dorm, a late night stroll in the forest for a breather seems like a good way to pass time and boredom. She ventures out in the dark forest as the moon watches over her up above.

As she strolls in the forest savoring the cool night's breeze. Adrenaline rushed through her veins as she saw a man lying down under the oak tree in the middle of the vast forest. How odd... She thinks to herself. In the dark woods of twisted wonderland, lies a young man deep in slumber, completely out in the open from unknown dangers lurking around. But who was she to judge? There she was venturing out in the forest in God knows what time...The girl stood frozen in her spot as she peered over the young man.

There sat a boy with soft and fluffy silver hair flowing from the cool breeze. With long silver lashes adorning his porcelain face, his chest rising and falling, evident of his state in deep slumber. The girl crouched down mesmerized with the silver haired beauty's stunning visuals.

"Hmmm......? Pfffft!" The girl found herself chucking upon noticing the man frowning in his sleep, his eyebrows knitted together, wrinkling his forehead. What in the world could he be dreaming for him to frown even in his sleep? She asks to herself...

Dazed and confused, the girl subconsciously poked the man's forehead Ahhhhh! I've done it! flustered and shocked from her dumb actions, she tries to get up and leave from embarrassment, only to be interrupted with a big hand that tightly gripped her frail wrists.

The man has awokened from his slumber. "What are you doing?" Exclaims the young man as he furrows his eyebrows while glaring at the girl. The grip tightening at the young maiden's wrist, she said "Wait! Wait! Time out! Time out!". The boy furrowed his eyebrows yet again while he slightly loosens his grip. "Ehehe.... You see.... How do I explain it......" The girl reasoned as the young boy started to tightly grip his hands at her wrist yet again. "Uhmmm! You see I was just having a midnight stroll to take a breather! The ramshackle dorms are pretty iffy and stuffy, so I wanted to get fresh air! But then I saw you sleeping here in the oak tree where I usually go! And then.... Uhm... Oh! And uhm..... I saw you're frowning in your sleep?! so I think I subconciously poked you without me noticing?! I mean who even sleeps in the middle of nowhere frowing right?hehe-....... I mean! I'm so sorryyyy! Please let go of me!!!" The girl started blabbing in panic in front of the boy. "Is that so?......." The boy replied letting go of her wrist.

Thus the akward silence began. The night was silent as the moon shone above the both of them, with crickets singing, as the cool night breeze flew past the two. The night was finally settling in. The ambiance was calming and relaxing. It was the type of akward that is comfortable in it's own way.

"Uhmm..... Have a hard time sleeping too? The night was really stuffy...... I had a really hard time sleeping....." The girl said breaking the ice.

"Is that so?....." The silver haired boy replied. What's with his answers?? I swear if he answers iS thAt sO again I'm disowning grimm.

"Uhm.... My name is (y/n)! A first year from the ramshackle dorms!" she said. "I see you're the first year who made quite the ruckus at the ceremony." He calmly said. "Well.....yeah, there’s that...." (y/n) relpied embarrased and dissapointed.

"Silver" the man said. Hmmm? Silver? The girl thinks to herself. "My name is Silver.... a second year from the Diasomnia dorms." The boy continued whilst sighing."Well.....nice to meet you Silver!" The girl giggles as she beamed a smile to the boy before her.

Little did they knew that this nightly rendezvous marks the start of ever occuring meetings. Encounter after encounter, a morning greeting whilst gazes meet, a warm smile paints their faces. Both of them truly grew fonder and closer with each other as time passed by.

Late night rendezvous became a habit of the two, telling each other tidbits of themselves as they enthusiastically share how their day went with each other, with smiles and laughter that echoed in the forest.

But this innocent friendship between the two of you was soon to be short lived... As silver finally understood what he felt about you. As shocking as it was for him, he felt happy in your precence, but the moment he realized his true inner feelings, he felt his stomach churn from the joy, love, and fear he felt for (y/n). It felt as if all his emotions were stirred up inside him giving him butterflies.

The next following days were a blur. It felt as if viewing a cheesy romance movie with rose tinted glasses. With every smile, every laugh, even the little mannerisms (y/n) did, it never failed to make his heart flutter. Silver felt complete in her precence...

They say humans are naturally greedy creatures....... Silver wanted more he wanted to indulge himself in (y/n)'s light more...... So he did his best to convey his emotions to you.

As much as she'd hate to admit it, the mellow touches silver gives sends butterflies in her stomach. She noticed little bits of the feelings silver conveyed, but she refused to believe the little voice inside her that says maybe, just maybe, silver actually had feelings for you. She was in a state of a blind denial. But she truly appreciated and loved all the small gestures Silver did, she really did found herself a friend she loved.

their innocent friendly relationship could only last for long. The more time passed by, the more sexual tension aroused between the two. With playful fights turning uncomfortable, when they laugh at each other as their gazes suddenly meet.... It was very hard not to notice the tension, leaving both very flustered and bashful with each other. The little nightly tryst the two had felt like a stroll in the clouds. Living life wearing rose tinted glasses was sure a luxury one could have.

A refreshing gush of wind flew past the luscious silver locks of the boy, with his periwinkle orbs fixated unto the book he was holding, a deep sigh escaped his lips as he flips through the pages spaced out, not focusing on the contents at all, as hundreds of thoughts linger on his mind, preoccupying him from reading his book. A thought crossed his mind, no..... This thought was plastered all over his mind when did it go wrong? The cloudy skies above was peaceful, how he wished to have his mind be as peaceful as the clouds above. The boy then put down his book, and succumbs to the drowsiness he's suffering from, due to restless nights of tossing and turning.

As he's nodding off to sleep yet again, the little birds chirp in joy singing the songs of the forest. Along with the songs of the birds, there was a familiar voice who hummed a familiar tune of a melody one has heard before. Yet again, there she stood in front of Silver drowsing off to dreamland. "Hmmmm! Is this deja vu?" (Y/n) sat beside her friend as she put silver's head on her lap. "If you keep sleeping like that, your neck would hurt later you know?"

Time passed by quick with thunders rumbling in the distance, grey clouds enveloped the whole skies threatening for it to pour any moment. Silver then awoke to the sounds that disturbed his peaceful nap. Ah! I've overslept.... what time is it now? but before he could even pull himself together, he was shocked to see himself lying on your lap whilst you slept like a child leaning on the big oak tree.

The lonely nights slowly became brighter and colorful. Without even realizing it, the two started to look forward to the late night meetings under the twinkling stars, basking under the moonlight. These secret little meetings felt like joy to Silver, he felt like time stops whenever he's with (y/n). Mhmmm.... I may have found myself a friend i cherish deeply, huh? Silver thinks to himself smiling whilst looking at (y/n) grinning widely.

He felt his heart melt right then and there...

Was he dreaming, is this a dream? "Wait no, the sky might come pouring down any moment now....." Silver woke up the girl lost in dreamland how cute.....

"AH! I ACCIDENTALLY SLEPT! I was about to wake you up but I bombed it!.... Wait is it going to rain? Oh God....." Cold Raindrops started pouring from the grey skies as the two ran across the forest to seek shelter in the Diasomnia dorms.

The both of you drenched, like little children who had fun playing in the rain, the both of you start laughing at yourselves. Malleus entered the room shocked to see the two of you drenched."Ah! MalMal-Senpai~!" called out (y/n)."Hmm~?.....I see you still call me that nickname huh?" Malleus smiled softly as he offered a dry towel for (y/n).

Silver watched as (y/n)'s face lit up just from simple exchanges from his young master. Ah I see now, this is when everything went wrong huh?..... He thought to himself.

One sleepless night with the humid breeze flowing through the windows, as dusty air covered the rooms of the ramshackle dormitory, (y/n) goes with the usual late night stroll to the forest to find her buddy, Silver. She wanted to talk lots to him about her long day with the troubles that the trio has cooked up yet again. She was so excited just by thinking about it, but she was left dissapointed when she did not find her friend waiting at the usual spot. Silver is probably busy she thought. Ready to go back to the dorms, she stayed a bit longer to linger in the cool night's breeze.

Whilst enjoying the calm ambiance,she felt a presence with her, and to her shock, there was a mysterious man with horns that stood behind her, he seemed oddly familiar to her.... As their eyes locked, the only thing that (y/n) felt was her heart racing out from her chest, a feeling like someone squeezing your heart out making it hard to breathe. "How pretty....." She slipped. "AH I'M SORRY MY THOUGHTS SLIPPED!" (Y/n) admitted to her crimes embarrased.

The man with horns furrowed his eyebrows, but soon after, he chuckled at the young girl's foolish actions. "Hmmmm...really now?... how interesting you are little girl...." The man with horns replied.

(Y/n) was flustered and mesmerised by the man that stood before her. He made her breathless. With the beautiful raven hair that flew past the wind, and the chartreuse eyes that shone in the dark like sparkling emeralds. His porcelain ghostly white skin that almost look transparent......how beautiful.....

"Uhhhmm.... Hello... My name is (y/n)!" Did that sound akward?? She thought. "You're one of the first years that stirred up trouble in the ceremony right?" Says the man with horns.

"Well....ehehe.....yeah, that happend...." She peeked at the man again, only to be caught with his sharp glowing eyes. How embarassing..... "Oh! uhm so you are???" Truth be told, in reality, she already knew the man in front of him, the infamous man who supervises the Diasomnia dorms, the young master of your friend Silver, The Malleus Draconia himself. But it is still courtesy when you introduce yourself to others, they should return the introduction as well. (Y/n) stared at the man anticipating a reply. "Don't you already my name though?" He said. "But it's still respectful to introduce yourself, when someone introduced themselves to you!" (Y/n) whined like a little child, still looking expectant with eyes that shone innocently right back at the dark fae that stood before her. Malleus stared at the small girl, then smirked at her cute behaviour she kept showing. How odd..... how can someone like her not be afraid in my presence?how can she act honestly in front of me? How refreshing.... he thinks to himself. "Hmmm? But you already know my name? What is there for me to introduce?" The man said slightly smirking anticipating the girl's reaction. "Hmmm....is that so?" She replied dissapointed like a puppy with it's ears down. The man smirked again with (y/n)'s honest actions. She wears her heart on her sleeve.....how cute....

"then how about this? Call me whatever you want...." Even Malleus was confused with what he was saying, but he wants to see what her reaction will be, she piqued his interest..... She baffled the fae that stood before her.

"Reeaally??!! You cant take that back!!!" She grinned happily and exitedly as her eyes shone in pure delight. The fae smiles to himself finding the little girl quite odd, I mean, He's Malleus Draconia a poweful man, one of the greatest mages in the world. Yet he's perplex with a young girl approaching him without care in the world, not caring on who he is it warmed his heart to find someone this honest to approach him without being terrified.

"Hmmmm, now what can I call you?......" The girl questions to herself deep in her thoughts as the fae stared at her face, interested eager for the answer she'll come up with. "Pfffft!! I got it!" She says as she peered at the fae's glowing eyes. "Can I call you Malmal?" Her gaze unwavering stared at the man in front of her as she stops herself from breaking down in laughter. "Pfft! Ahahaha!" Malleus was baffled with the nickname (y/n) came up with as he bursts in laughter.... how interesting this girl is.... To have the audacity and bravery to call him that nickname, its starting to appear her bravery is just plain foolishness, but he did not hate it at all.

Silver knew deep inside that (y/n) is slowly falling for his young master. With each encounter with malleus, (y/n)'s eyes lits up like diamonds as she greets malleus with the nickname she came up with.... "Oh! MalMal? Goodmorning! hehe". Silver can't even deny the jealousy that prickled his heart as he saw the person he cherished and loved dearly, falling in another man's arms, worse, she seven fell for the young master that silver truly respected with all his heart. What can he do? He's just your friend, he's just a guard to his young master.....

He felt like his world came down crushing on him, why must this happen? , It felt like a thousand stab wounds pierced his heart... Indulging himself in the light (y/n) gave him was enough for him...... He wanted to do his best to protect your smile and laughter..... That's what he's best at doing..... Right?? He loves (y/n) so much that seeing her happy was enough for him.

Slowly, the nightly rendezvous turned into (y/n) telling silver love songs about Malleus... Even if it hurts, silver sat there listening to (y/n)'s every word, he felt happy to see (y/n) smile ear to ear as she tell about malleus. She never smiled like that before... silver thinks to himself. It left a distinct bittersweet taste in his mouth.

The peace was soon interrupted after muffled sobs rang in the woods, only to see a girl with stains of tears evident in her cheeks and glossy eyes as salty tears trickled in the corners of her eyes.

Meeting after meeting, a tryst under the moonlight as a sweet delightful feeling bloomed in (y/n)'s heart. She fell smitten for the fae with each passing second.

"Silver, what do I do?" She asked the silver haired boy choking on her words. Silver felt his heart drop as (y/n) fell in his arms choking on her sobs. Silver was speechless and was in a state of panic as he tries to console the girl by patting her back, tracing intricate patterns in attempts to calm (y/n) down....

A sunny day as bright clear skies lit the world of twisted wonderland, a chilly breeze flew past the silver haired boy as he woke up from slumber. The birds are chirping melliflous melodies. The once lush leaves that now turned orangefell from the trees as a single leaf stuck unto the boy's hair.

"Hic, he knows...... Malleus knows...... he asked me if I liked him, and I think he doesn't like it.... hic...... He hates me now right?" Reddish eyes gazed at silver as he felt his heart shattering into millions of pieces. "Uhmm..... Don't worry.... No one hates you... You know I like you" he replied with a gentle smile, as he rubbed (y/n)'s back calming her down. "You don't have to say that to make me feel better..... It's fine.... Maybe i'll just make these feelings dissaper? That'll do the trick right? It's better than malleus hating me..." As much as silver wanted to say yes, he wanted to hold (y/n)'s hand, he wanted to kiss her.... He wanted (y/n) to be his..... Seeing (y/n) in pain broke him. "You should just tell him how you feel..." A pained smile painted silver's face...."so can you please cheer up now?" He asked (y/n)..... "You're right...... I should be brave and face my problems...... Thank you silver...... You're the best!" Simple kind words that conveyed innocent feelings felt like a thousand stab wounds...... How stupid have I grown from being with you?...... I guess it's true that love can make someone the most stupid person in the world.....

Springtime is finally over..... Now it's time to stop wearing the rose tinted glasses and continue to live on the life of dull colors..... But that's fine..... The bright hues of the autumn leaves still colored the world of it's dull grey colors.....

"Silver! There you are!" a girl happily called out as she ran in silver's direction. "Sleeping in the middle of the day?.... Haaah...... I can't blame you... Oh! That reminds me! Later this evening, I'll be borrowing malleus hehe~ so you and sebek shouldn't fuss over him later m'kay?~" (y/n) grinned happily smiling ear to ear. "Glad to know you're back to being your usual loud self again...." Silver smiled at the girl. "HEY! LOUD?! Whats that about!" She replied as the both of their laughter echoed in the forest.

On one sleepless night, as silver sat under the oak tree savoring the fresh air of the night. He felt solitude in the peace and quiet surrounding him.

A cold wind blew the autumn leaves as Silver ventured in the woods in a chilly night to pass time of boredom. He leaned in the oak tree that once was green and lush, now with its leaves slowly falling in the ground. Staring at the big oak tree where everything started, his lips curved up to form a weak smile It's time to let her go now huh?. He looks up at the dark skies as tiny shards of light twinkled in the nothingness, he smiled to himself again for the last time, as he goes back to his dorm. But to his surprise he heard faint giggling in the distance as two couple held hands basking under the serene glow of the moonlight on a midnight tryst.

For a brief moment, the girl caught Silver's gaze as a soft mellow smile forms on her face only to be broken when the fae started talking and the girl got her focus back on her lover. His heart throbbed even with just a stare.... When did i become this stupid? but soon enough, a pained smile graced his face, accepting his circumstances, accepting his defeat.

"I lost..... Yet I still care for you.... Now when I look into your eyes, all I see is a stranger who knows all my secrets...... I guess... A soulmate who wasn't meant to be?......now it's finally time to say goodbye..." The autumn leaves flew as the chilly breeze blew past the young boy with silver hair........

• The End •

Y'all if you thought this was fluff.... I'm sorry.... I'm so much very sorry for that..... Pls stone me gently.... ( ´༎ຶㅂ༎ຶ`)

The story became Silver x Reader x Malleus real quick huh? 👁️👄👁️

Also i keep writing fics based on songs i play the song that inspired me here is called: "A soulmate who wasn't meant to be" by Jessica benko ^~^ 

Solstice: either of the two times in the year, the summer solstice and the winter solstice, when the sun reaches its highest or lowest point in the sky at noon, marked by the longest and shortest days.

Edit: WHY THE FRICK IS TUMBLR MESSING THIS UP! I HAVE TO EDIT THIS FOR LIKE.... 5 TIMES NOW! TUMBLR WTF!

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Secretly

Mino/Song Minho Scenario

Request: Hi!! I hope it’s okay with me requesting this as it’s based on a fanfic I’m writing and just want to see how it would play out and that requests are still open. Could I request a Mino headcanon or Winner headcanon with Mino secretly dating Jiyong’s older sister (just by a year) who’s also a Kpop idol, actress and fashion designer? Thank you.

you know what? the request made me inspired, I’m gonna make this a short story with my own interpretation instead! let’s see how it goes! :D  (note: I made the sister as the reader instead of an OC)

Never once had you regretted starting a career as an actress. While you knew you also had a passion in fashion designing, and even went to college for it, acting was just another level. Experiencing a whole different life through acting, controlling your own emotions, it was a challenge and a fun experience in one package. 

So instead of pursuing the career in fashion world, you decided to audition as an actress. It did not take you a long time to make your debut, because as much as you wanted to deny it, the power your little brother, Kwon Jiyong, has, was a huge impact. But, it was still your very own hardworking self that made you a rising star that you were known as.

After your latest drama hit, you were suddenly in much demand for reality shows, that your entertainment literally had to refuse a few of the offers. One of the show they accepted in particular, was to make you show off singing skills, just because again, you were related to G-Dragon. Hearing this, you hoped so badly that your brother would refuse the offer, with him being all busy, but much to your dismay, he accepted.

It wasn’t like you didn’t like your own brother, he was a very kind and caring person towards you in your whole life, but him in a recording studio? that was a whole different person. You had heard stories from his band members how strict and perfectionist he could be while recording. Once, Daesung had to repeat a part in their song fifteen times, before he decided it was the right one to put into the song. The horror in Daesung’s face when he told the story was still lingering in your head.

Jiyong being the extra guy he was, he decided it would be great to add a surprise element to the song, with a surprise feature from another YG artist. At that time, he was thinking of another male rapper. And also at that time, Mino from Winner was available.

That brought you to the current situation. You standing up in front of the mic, for what you could recall, almost an hour in time, and your brother on the other side of the room, frowning. 

“Could you maybe, sing it again but this time, lower your voice a little bit?”

You wanted so badly to protest and start a fight with your sibling, but your eyes went to the man sitting next to him. Song Minho, you didn't know the guy that well. Heck, the only conversation you had had with him prior, was when you accidentally met him at an award show. Both of you only shook hands and said names, that was all. You couldn’t embarrass yourself in front of him by lashing out at your brother. Even though you were so hungry because your stupid self forgot to eat breakfast...

“You know I’m not a singer, right?” You tried to complain in a calm voice.

“I know, that’s why we have to have a good pre-recorded for you when we are on stage later.” 

Sigh. That clearly did not work. What did you even expect? For the almighty G-Dragon to go easy on you just because you were his sister??? Pfffft.

“You~ the breath of fresh air, the—” 

“Stop, stop.” Jiyong shook his head and began to instruct you the tone that he wanted. “The breath of fresh! You need to take the ‘fresh’ part to—”

“Ji,” You called, sounding a little bit like pleading.

“Hmm?” 

*GROWL*

“Did you forget to eat breakfast again?”

If the ground could swallow people, you would be begging it to consume you whole. The sound of your stomach rumbling, in full speakers, while someone you barely know was also present inside the room. Your first initial move was to look at Mino’s reaction. He was looking away, but you could see his cheeks lifted, you know he had at least a grin on his face. He was clearly trying his best not to burst out laughing. Great, just great!

“Let’s just continue this tomorrow, I have to meet up with some management from Nike in a bit anyway.” GD said. “Minho-ssi, can you help me a little bit with the auto tune on verse one?”

“Ah, if you’d let me...” Mino replied, in an unsure tone. “Would that be okay?”

“Yeah, I trust you, I know what you can do.” Jiyong smirked. “And Y/N, make sure to eat, I don’t want you to get sick.” He said as he packed his stuff.

“Sure...” You said, still standing up frozen in front of the booth door. “Can I eat with you?” 

“No, cause I’m gonna go right away, the place is quite far... Just eat downstairs, they serve good food, you know?” He smiled at you. “Bye!”

“Bye...” You sighed.

As Jiyong left, you were left feeling terribly awkward. Should you just leave? Should you say something? Was the sound of your empty stomach that bad? UGHHH!!!

When your eyes met, Mino immediately smiled at you, his eyes almost closed, he looked so cute. Wait, what?

“Y/N-ssi, have you tried eating in our cafeteria before?” He asked politely. 

“Uh, actually I haven't...” 

“If you don’t mind, I’m also a little bit hungry.” He smiled. “Do you want to eat together?”

“O-Of course!” You smiled awkwardly. 

Here you thought you were great at controlling your emotions with your whole acting experience, one smile from Song Minho, now you were stuttering.

And that was how it began. A smile, a friendship, then feelings that blossomed through the way. 

The show went amazingly well. It helped you with more exposure to your public, which of course meant, more offers, and in return, Jiyong and Mino got some royalties. Even though you had to stand through your brother’s perfectionism for quite some time, you also got to spend your lunch time afterwards with Mino, secretly. 

That wasn’t the only thing that you both ended up doing secretly behind your brother’s back. You exchanged numbers and began texting with each other. You began to frequently visit YG, bringing your brother food and stuff, in camouflage to secretly meet someone. 

After almost a year of doing many things secretly, both of you then began dating, yet again, secretly. Not only because both of you being in eyes of public and all, but there was one thing a little less if not same, scarier than public’s opinion... your brother.

There actually was not really a concrete reason for both of you to fear him acknowledging the relationship. Jiyong had never once scold you for dating despite of you being a public figure, nor had he once said that he disliked Mino. But the thought of him knowing that you, his older sister, dating his colleague who is younger than him, was just a little bit overwhelming. 

Mino on the other hand was scared as Jiyong was someone he looked up to and respect. He didn’t want him to think that some younger and incompetent dude was messing around with his sister. He was afraid that if Jiyong were to ask him what could he offer to his sister, he could not answer. Compared to the well known G-Dragon, Mino felt like a grain of dust.

**

Both of you were happily cuddling on your couch, watching a movie together. You were comfortably resting your head on Mino’s shoulder, while his fingers played with your hair softly. It was a very chill and relaxing time for both of you, before the sound of your phone ringing suddenly came interrupting.

“It’s my brother, he’s outside...” You said, eyes widened in shock.

“WHAT?!” Mino jerked up. “Should I hide???”

“In my bedroom, quick!” 

You opened your front door, hoping Jiyong wouldn’t notice the nervousness in your voice. “Ji! Why didn’t you tell me first before coming?”

“What? I’m always like this what do you mean?” He lifted one of his eyebrows, looking at you. “Oh, you were watching Mulan?” He asked as walked and saw your TV.

“Y-Yeah!”

“Is it good?” He said as he sat down on the sofa, taking one of the popcorn on the table. 

“Nah, it was shit!” You laughed. “It doesn’t matter though, I don’t mind watching bad movies as long as I have good company...” You widened your eyes as you realized what you had said.

“You had company?”

“No! I mean, I always say that to you! Unlucky me, just when I decided to watch alone the movie turns out to be awful, huh?” You laughed nervously. 

“Hmm.” Your brother crossed his legs, he seemed unsure with your answer.

“Why are you here anyway? My break time is very precious, you know? I’d love to spend it wisely.” 

“Oh, yeah that.” Jiyong put his index finger up as he remembered something and opened his backpack. “You remembered my friend who is a model? The guy we met two weeks ago?”

“Ahn Seojun?”

“Yeah, him.” He said as he took out a box of chocolate with a black ribbon on top of it. “He was overseas and he recalled you saying that you like this chocolate.”

“Uh... Tell him I said thanks, I guess?” You said, eyeing your brother weirdly. “That was nice of him, in fact, way too nice?”

“Maybe he likes you.” Jiyong casually shrugs.

“Yeah... he’s nice and all, but I’m not interested.” You chuckled.

“You are single anyway, why not?” 

“Uh, I’m still not interested...”

“Or are you not?” Jiyong looked at you sternly. 

“What?”

“Come to think of it, you used to talk about so many crushes to me... Ugh, you even used to have a crush on TOP hyung!” He laughed.

“Well, maybe I grew up! Besides, crushes are just crushes, I never had any deep feelings towards them! Unless you think I could develop feelings towards Chris Evans???” 

“You must be in love now...” He broke into an evil grin. “Come on, who’s the guy?”

“Okay, you’re not making any sense here, if that’s all, then you should go home. I want to continue spend my break without my brother pestering about my love life.”

“Alright, alright! Geez! No need to get so defensive...” He rolled his eyes. “So, you sure you are single?”

You cleared you throat. “Uh uh.”

“Then, if Seojun asked for your number, should I give it?”

“What?! I thought we are over this???”

“Yah, Mino-ssi!!! Come on out!” Jiyong suddenly yelled out with a huge grin still plastered on his face.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!”

“If you don’t show yourself now, I’m going to tell the producers to postpone your solo album!” He said, almost singing. He definitely was enjoying this way too much. 

A few seconds later, you heard your bedroom door opening and closing very quickly. Mino stood in front of your bedroom for a while before walking up towards both of you. His eyes was looking down to his feet the entire time.

“There you go!” Jiyong clapped. “So, tell me again, my beautiful sister, you sure you are single?”

“Ji, if you’re going to scold us, then please scold me as I—”

“Whoa! Who said I’m gonna what?! I’m just mad you never told me!”

“Wait, so you’re okay with this?” You said, pointing back and forth to both yourself and your boyfriend. 

“Of course I am! Who am I to tell you what to do anyway?” He folded his arms. “Besides, this guy...”

“Y-Ye?” Mino jerked his head up, almost like he was in military. 

“He’s a good guy, as far as I know.” He smiled and patted Mino’s shoulder. “Calm down, your solo album is safe!”

“Ah... yeah, thank you very much, hyung-nim...” Mino bowed.

“Yah, yah, put your head up! Geez, you do know you’re dating my older sister. right? Technically, you’re in higher position than me now.” He laughed. 

“I promise I’ll never hurt her!” Mino suddenly said out loud. 

“Shut up...” You nudged your boyfriend, blushing.

“Alright, I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone now.” Jiyong said, looking very amused. “Next time, if you’re planning on hiding your boyfriend, make sure his brand new released adidas shoes ain’t in your shoe rack first.”

“Dammit!” You cursed.

“Oh come on, I’ve known since you started visiting me so frequently in YG! This is just a lucky coincidence.” He said as he grabbed his bag and walked towards the front door. “I’ll see both of ya later!”

“Go away! Stop interrupting me!” You stuck your tongue out playfully. 

“Yeah, yeah.” He laughed. “Mino-ssi,” Jiyong stopped and nodded at him before finally closing the door behind.

Mino nodded back, but you could tell he was really nervous as little beads of sweat was visible under his bangs.

“Phew!” You shouted as you threw yourself on the couch. “That went well, huh?”

“Y-Yeah...” Mino said, sitting down next to you.

“See? You have nothing to worry about!” You took his left hand, still laying down beside him.

“Still, who am I compared to your brother?”

“Mino,” You said as you repositioned yourself to rest your head on his lap. “I don’t care about neither your money or fame, you’re you. You’re the best person I’ve ever met in my entire life, and you dare ask who you are?”

“Okay, that was cheesy, I totally wasn’t prepared for that...” The guy laughed but his cheeks were reddened. 

“Shut up! Said the guy who was practically yelling to my brother, saying he’d never hurt me, like he was in Japanese drama or something.” You giggled.

“Hey, missy, how about you shut up before I kiss you.” Mino grinned, now face only inches away from you.

“In that case, I would never shut my mouth then...” You smiled as you close the gap in between.

yayyy!!! I hope I did the author justice by this! :D sorry I didn’t make the reader as an idol as well, I feel like her not being an idol helped the plot nicely hehe 😅

the author that requested this is @genuinestyles​ btw! check em out! 💖

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Late Night Confessions...With Father Jimin (Chapter Two)

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝘼 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙚𝙛 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙣 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙘𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙘𝙝 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙥 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙘𝙝. 𝙈𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚, 𝘼 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙣𝙪𝙣 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙤𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙘𝙝 𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡. 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝙚𝙭𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩����𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙛𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩?

𝒢𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒: Romance, Smut, Forbidden Relationship

𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔(𝓈): Vanilla Sex, Mentions of BDSM, Manipulation, Priest! Jimin, Nun! Reader, Rich! Hoseok

𝒲𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈: 4k+

𝒫𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔: Jimin x Reader

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“So have any of you committed a grievous sin before you became a nun?” Sister Anne asks, making all of you shudder.

“Once I stole a cookie from a cookie jar after my mummy told me it was time for bed.” Sister Levy confesses.

“Once I stole my best friend’s boyfriend.” Sister Jen answers.

“Oh, that’s bad.” Sister Anne laughs, lying on her back.

“What about you, Sister Rosemary?” They look to you, and you muster up the courage to tell them the truth.

“I slept with my step brother,”

 Your comment makes all of them turn pale white, and their eyes widen as they look at you with newfound horror. “That was a joke! Did you think I would really do that?!” You all laugh it off, but a detail you forgot to mention was that it was very real, and you indeed had intercourse with your step brother. It was a hot summer’s day, you were both attracted to each other, he said you looked hot in booty shorts, and the next thing you know you’re sprawled out on the couch, letting him have you like a meal. He was hot, until you found out he was also sleeping with a lot of your friends. And then you ended it. It lasted for about two years, since you were 15 until 17. And now, you’re trying to escape it again; afraid of what he might do in case his father gave him permission to punish you however he sees fit.

Evening rolls around and it has become a routine for you and the Bishop to stay behind for extra prayer before bidding goodnight and retiring to bed. Slowly, you’ve both began speaking to each other, a couple words turning into sentences, and now he even helps you turn off the lights and takes care of other things before bed. You learned that he grew up in a small town and became a priest after his calling at 15, and then at age 20, he became the Bishop, proving everyone wrong. You’ve also began noticing other things, like the way his hair looks in the dim lighting of the candles, or the way his eyes sparkle when he talks about his family, or even the way his voice streams from his throat like a pretty melody, just an excellent tonality for a priest.

“C-can I confess?” You ask, earning a weird look from him.

“Sure. Let’s go to the booth.” He takes his seat, as you scoot in close, your nose almost touching the wooden cell. You’re so close, you can hear him breathing on the other side. Your knees have gotten used to the peu, so it doesn’t hurt as much as it did the first day.

“It must have been three years ago, when I made a terrible choice. I couldn’t help it, he looked too good. His jeans clung to his hips, his open shirt revealing his abs, I just couldn’t help but spread my legs for him. Oh forgive me father for I have sinned, I actually am a lecherer who had sex with her brother. Step brother.” Your confession makes him go silent, for a good minute and a half. Jimin had never heard of such a thing, as step-family or not, it’s taboo. 

“Were you pressured?” He asks, finally breaking the silence.

“No. I was in the heat of the moment, and after a couple more exchanges, we ended up doing it…” He had never heard of a nun who lost her virginity. Now he knows Sister Rosemary isn’t just an ordinary nun. And you willingly told him.

“Since you’re confessing to me, I feel it be best that I confess to you,” Your eyes widen as he looks at you through the tiny wooden holes, a smile forming on his face. “I accidentally killed the bishop, and took his place. My name isn’t Father Francis, it’s Jimin.” Finally, someone who understands.

“My step father is the leader of a mafia group. My brother is his heir, and I ran away because they were so bad...they killed my first boyfriend, Jay,” You explain, making Jimin frown. “So I’m in hiding now. Pretty crazy, huh?” You look at the clock, 11:00 exactly.

“It’s been a month since you got here, right?” You nod, biting your lips and looking at your feet. “It’s been the same for me. Father Yoongi won’t let me do anything.” Jimin sighs, and you get to your feet. 

“Shall I go to bed then?” You ask, the initial awkwardness wearing off.

“No. You stay right there.” Jimin runs off for a second, and leaves you waiting. “Close your eyes!” He shouts to you. 

“Happy one month of being here.” In front of you is a cake, decorated in pretty colors and some fondant flowers as well.

“Thank you, Jimin. I don’t know what to say-”

“Nothing. You don’t have to say anything.” He simply lights a candle. “Now make a wish.”

“But it isn’t my birthday!” You laugh, and he simply rubs his fingers through your veil.

“Even so, you deserve it. I feel bad for you, it sounds like you don’t deserve any of the shit you went through,” You close your eyes and blow out the candle, as Jimin takes a knife and cuts a slice for you. “It’s days like these I don’t feel like doing anything it all.” And you don’t have to. You want to say. He accidentally killed the Bishop, but one death is nothing compared to the thousands your step father had killed.

“Jimin...thank you so much.” You hold his hand and squeeze tightly, tight enough for him to look at you with that blank stare.

“I didn’t do anything, though.”

“You’ve done so much.” You find yourself leaning in, and just as the clock strikes 11:20, your lips are connected.

“You should go to bed now.” He wipes a piece of cake off your lips and puts it into his own mouth, savoring it before leaving the room, flustered by your actions. It was the first time in a long time that any woman had looked his way, and the first time his heart reacted the way it did. What were you doing to him? A simple nun, well not so simple since you told him the truth. A girl was making him go crazy.

“You look like you’re in a good mood.” Father Yoongi smiles as Jimin comes prancing into the room.

“Who? Me? Pfffft, I’m just feeling the holy spirit today.” The older man just rolls his eyes at Jimin.

“Whatever you say.” The priest already suspects him though, because one day while he was making a nighttime food run, he saw the lights were still on in the chapel, long after prayer was over. There, he saw you speaking in a hushed voice to the Bishop. What were you two up to? He had no idea, but he was going to find out.

The next day, Jimin calls you to the garden after prayer. He wasn’t going to let Yoongi catch you and stop your end of the night heart-to-hearts.

“Can I make another confession?” You ask him.

“Sure, why not now?” Jimin has nothing better do except talk to you for a sense of home and comfort.

“I actually wanted to sleep with my brother. Even back in the beginning, when I met that bastard, I wanted to actually fuck the shit out of him. He was just too damn attractive.”

“Wow, how brave of you to admit it.” Jimin didn’t mean that in a sarcastic sense, as he felt empathy for the girl. She was just a hormonal teenager at the time, and he noticed how she had matured into quite the young woman. You had luscious lips, large breasts, and an overall curvy body. You’re fit, but not too skinny, a natural beauty. Perhaps if you met at a different time, Jimin would have saved you from your horrible family earlier. He wanted you to be happy, seeing the pain in your eyes.

“I feel so stupid, he just played with me.” You start letting your emotions pour out in the form of tears.

“Don’t cry, at least you realized how crazy he is.”

“He was bad for me...but he made me feel so good,” Your words astonish Jimin, and a sudden urge to pin you down and have his way with you clouded his thoughts. He wanted to be with you, emotionally, mentally, physically. You simply sigh and turn your head to see Jimin deep in thought. “Something on your mind?” He shakes his head.

“Just...you look so beautiful under the moonlight. Can I kiss you?” You lean in, and he accepts that as his answer. “So soft…” You think out loud as Jimin lightly moans under you, his hands moving down your habit (yes that is the name of the tunic type clothes that nuns wear), and his fingers pull the fabric taut. You gasp, allowing him to roughly grab you, the dress hiking up your thigh.

“Shit, Father Yoongi’s light.” Jimin pants heavily, sitting up as you crawl on top of him.

“He won’t notice if we keep quiet.” You smirk at him, an idea formulated in your mind. “Or we can continue this later...in my room.” You never liked having sex outside, since once Hoseok thought it was a good idea to do it in the backyard when your parents were home. You still have nightmares from that.

“Sounds like a plan. You use the backdoor from the kitchen, I’ll go in through the chapel. He’ll never know you were here,” You nod, rushing out the way he told you. Jimin simply strolls to the door and greets Yoongi, who was momentarily startled by the unexpected movement in the corner. “I wasn’t feeling sleepy, so I took a walk through the gardens.”

“This late at night?” Yoongi questions him but there is no evidence to prove him wrong so he has no choice but to let him go.

“Now I’m really tired, so if you’ll excuse me…” Jimin makes his way towards you, and you open the door for him so he can sneak into your room unseen.

“I didn’t think you’d get here so quickly.” You lick your lips, temptatious thoughts filling your mind as Jimin stood before you, now disrobing and revealing his much more attractive parts.

“We better hurry. If someone catches us, we’re both finished.” You weren’t a fan of quickies, since Hoseok came in 12 seconds every time, but you could tell it was different with Jimin. Hopefully you aren’t repeating the same mistake.

“Relax. Father Yoongi isn’t gonna burst into your room, is he?” You ask. Jimin sighs.

“Hopefully, he doesn’t. But he has a bad habit of being unpredictable, since his hobby is sleeping, it’s easy to tell when he’ll wake up.”

“I’m not taking any chances. Fuck me already.” He pushes you onto the bed, kissing you vigorously and climbing over you. You whine into his mouth, panting as he pinches your ass, smirking at your reaction. He looks for more ways to make you cum without even taking your clothes off. The look in his eyes is enough to make any girl drenched, but the way his lips melt against yours is different. A good different.

“A girl like you is nothing close to a nun. Look at you, so wet already.” He pulls down your panties, digging his fingers into your pussy. Your walls tighten around him immediately, making your moans a bit higher-pitched. “Be quiet, unless you wanna get caught.” You nod, closing your mouth and breathing erratically through your nose. After fingering you for awhile, sensing your climax, he decides to remove the rest of your clothes and get to the good part. You lick your lips as he removes his shirt, and then unbuckles his Levi’s jeans. There’s no way a priest could look this good. You reminded yourself that he wasn’t a priest, and you aren’t a nun. But this could make for some really hot roleplay.

“J-Jimin!” You scream as his lips are suddenly on your clit.

“That’s it,” He pulls out a handkerchief. Before you can ask what he will do with it, he stuffs it into your mouth. It tastes like clean laundry, but you have your doubts. “If you can’t keep quiet, I’ll just have to make you be silent.” Your eyes fly open when you feel the pressure at your ass. He rubs his dick between your cheeks, and you can do nothing, powerless and submissive to his actions. The worst part is, you don’t want him to stop. This was your problem with Hoseok. You shudder at the memories, moaning for him to stop. 

“Y/N?” Jimin stops teasing you, removing the makeshift gag from your mouth.

“Sorry, I was just getting flashbacks.” You close your eyes. “Please...can we take this one slowly?” You plead, hoping he wouldn’t be overly aggressive like Hoseok.

“Of course we can, baby.” You begin kissing each other again, except this time feels more heartfelt. Slowly, you both sink into the bed and Jimin lowers his kisses to your inner thighs. You moan as he leaves hickies, softly. He smiles, no longer afraid of getting caught. You start chasing after your climax, bucking your hips and begging him to make you cum as his tongue dove deeper between your folds.

“You’re doing so well, baby. Cum if you need to, cum on my tongue, babe.” With his permission, the white fluids leak out from your body, and you gasp at the force of the orgasm. You had literally never cum so hard in your life before.

“Jimin,” You don’t care if he just ate you out. You simply kiss him, expressing all of the adoration you have for him at the moment.

“Y/N. Fuck.” You smirk, switching positions when you feel his penis harden. A good thick veiny cock with about 8 inches. Perfect. Every inch of him is perfect.

“Let me ride you.” He nods, helping you adjust yourself on his dick. After you’re ready, you start moving, bucking your hips forward as his cock slips into you.

“Fuck! You’re so big.” You whisper, trying not to let the moans grow too loud.

“Look at you, so full. I can feel how tight you are, baby. Such a sinful girl, aren’t you?” He hums, as you press soft kisses to his pillow like lips. “Fuck, so good...fuck fuck fuck!” His words make your own walls clench around him excitement, sucking in his heated sex expertly.

“Jimin, please!” You rock into his body, as his hands stay put on the sides of your ass cheeks, guiding you to your orgasm.

“Yes, god, right there.” He closes his eyes, more exhausted than anything.

“Please, father, let me cum.” His eyes are darkened with lust. Under the dim lighting of the room, you can see him looking at you with dark, passionate eyes. The innocence which once possessed him is gone, replaced by a man with much more need and power..

“Only if you can hold out longer, I’m almost there, Sister.” After a couple more thrusts, you both reach the much-needed climax, your bodies covered in sweat and cum. “Such a bad nun, but such a good girl.” He kisses me again, before pulling off the condom and discarding it.

“Thanks. I needed that.” You smile, closing your eyes and drifting off. You do briefly awaken throughout the night, as Jimin retreats to his chambers.

The next morning is rough, as your body recovers from the much-needed exercise. You didn’t realize how much you missed sex until Jimin was 9 inches deep inside you, rutting his hips against yours in a sinful manner. It had been awhile since a man showed you how well his hips could move, excluding your asshole of a stepbrother. You manage to make through most of the day despite the soreness, but only one nun suspects you, or rather catches on.

“Who was it?” Sister Jen has a basket of bread looped around her arms, and she rests her other hand on her stomach.

“What?” You try to resume your business, sweeping the floors as thoroughly as possible.

“I’m a nun, not a child. I know these things, and also,” She trots in front of you, trying to be as secretive as possible. “You’ve been standing in the same place for five minutes.” You curse to yourself for being so careless.

“What do you think you know?” You’re curious to see if the nun is as bad as she makes herself out to be.

“You’re smiling a lot more today, and you have a slight limp in every step. Darling, there’s no reason for you to be happy if you’re on your cycle.” You sigh in relief, relieved to know she hasn’t got a clue as to what you and the Bishop did in the previous night.

“I’ll have you know that I actually have a lot of friends who are naturally in a good mood during their period.” You retort, playing along with her. Sister Jen snickers before running off to the kitchen, presumably to get more food. As you make your way further down the hall, you reach the preparation room, which is like a kitchen but it’s used for storing divine gifts. Normally, only the priests and nuns in a mass go into the room to retrieve items in case they are running low on any. You didn’t have a mass to attend today, as the church was closed down due to a financial situation. Apparently the head priests are going to make a deal with a rich businessman and keep the church up and running. That’s why everyone has been going crazy with the cleaning duties today.

You just hope the rich businessman might be a normal guy, a CEO looking for profits, or anyone who doesn’t want this place to fall into the wrong hands. You’ve grown to love it here, as all of the priests are young and new and learning everyday, the nuns treat you like family, and you met Jimin. You also know that Yoongi is a wise person despite being younger than most of the head priests in the area, and he wouldn’t allow it to happen. You pray that he negotiates with a good man, someone who loves church and God and all things good. You wish you were born into a normal family, as being the stepdaughter of a mafia leader has only gotten you into trouble thus far. His son treats you like a sex toy, his friends see you as a trophy. He is dead to you, and you hope that one day he becomes a better person. You realized it too late, though, and look where that’s gotten you, hiding amongst nuns pretending to be one and lying to everyone in the vicinity. You despise it, but you have to survive. You finally have a chance at a fresh start, as soon as the cops catch him, and send him to jail. In that case, you’d inherit all his money, since Hoseok would be caught as well.

It was never about the money in the first place, when you teamed up with the cops and decided to start working with them. You’d had enough of your evil stepfamily and all of the horrors that followed, even complaining to the policemen about it. You whined about Hoseok but they couldn’t arrest him, since you had no evidence, as your body was clean of any scratches or bruises. Then after you went home, your stepfather had revealed to you that he planted a mole at the police station and you were to go to Belgium with Hoseok as punishment and stay under his care. You were only 17, so you couldn’t live alone. Especially in a foreign country. So you ran to the police station and the officers offered you the easiest solution: go into hiding and don’t go out until the perpetrator has been caught.

That’s how you ended up in the Abbey, and how you eventually came to the church, since your father’s men almost found you and you had to relocate. Things should be calmer here, but there’s always something in the back of your mind that tells you that you’re not safe and they already know where you are, and that’s on your paranoia. You know there’s nothing to be afraid of, since you have Father Yoongi and the Reverend Mother on your side.

They are always monitoring things, always updating you. Sometimes, Father Yoongi even tells you how things are going back at the Abbey, and how the nuns miss you. Virtually, this is supposed to be the safest place in the world. That is, until a cold clammy hand makes its way to your mouth and you’re struggling as the person pulls you into the empty preparation room.

You bite him, and then you hear a familiar voice. “Ah, what was that for? It’s just me.” You turn around, recognizing those juicy lips in the dark lighting of the room.

“Oh my gosh, I am so sorry, I thought you were a mole. My stepdad is infamous for sending people out to drag me back to him.” Jimin notices how your breathing has gotten heavier, and how fear lingers in your voice. You bite your lip as he stares into your soul, seeing you as you are.

“I won’t let anyone take you away!” His voice gets a bit louder, startling you as you hear a door slamming outside.

“Go, Jimin. I think the rich guy is here,” He nods, but instead of turning around like you anticipated, he lifts you up and presses a sweet, warm kiss on your lips. Before he gets the chance to slip his tongue in, you rip yourself out of the embrace, breaking the kiss with haste. “We can continue this later.” You stare after him in awe, as he exits the room, waiting for his footsteps to disappear before sneaking out of the room to the dining room, where all of the nuns and priests are gathered to eat.

You catch a glimpse of Jimin’s hair, as he disappears into the chapel with Father Yoongi and a couple of men in suits. You assumed two of the three other men were his bodyguards, as rich people have many attempts on their lives nowadays. But something about the figure sends chills down your spine, when you catch the way his lips turn upright on his mouth, the curve, you know that curve.

“Excuse me.” You make your way to the bathroom, haunted by the replaying memories of Hoseok, as he used you for his pleasure. The same Hoseok who was seemingly nice when you first met, but later became a womanizer who would fuck anyone with a pair of tits and a pussy. He became a menace, someone you couldn’t stand to look at as he took your innocence and turned you into something disgusting. You couldn’t even look at a mirror for months because you were so disgusted. It took a lot of courage for you to look at him directly in the eyes again, but his sweet persona combined with his beastly sexual habits made for a fucking heaven in bed. That’s what you hated, the fact that you liked it, you liked the rough sex. You actually hadn’t been vanilla with anyone in over a year, as Hoseok had exposed you to BDSM and you stayed within that bubble. It was Jimin who broke down your walls yesterday and gave you amazing vanilla sex. You just wish you weren’t ruined. Maybe it would’ve been more enjoyable if Jimin was your first time.

“Y/N~” His voice sends shivers down your spine as you dry your hands, the memory slowly coming to life again as you dwell on the thoughts of him. “Come give your brother a hug,” You’re at a loss for words when it repeats, and instead of disappearing, the sound bounces around the bathroom. “I missed you, didn’t you miss me too?” You’re frozen, as he makes his way into the bathroom, and your suspicions are confirmed. It was Hoseok, who Yoongi was thinking about splitting the cash with. Filthy, dirty, Insectuous Jung Hoseok, who was your older brother. Step brother.

“No. You’re not real.” He grabs your hair, yanking it for proof. Okay, that hurt.

“Yes I am.” His voice comes out all sing-songy, as he looks at you with amused eyes. You hate how pleasing he is to your eyes, and how his voice sends shivers down your spine, and how your pussy throbs with excitement as he licks his lower lip.

“Please don’t tell dad. I don’t want to live with you, just leave me alone.” You close your eyes, sobbing silently and praying for him to go away so you wouldn’t be tempted anymore.

“Actually, I’m not working with dad. I’m here because the cops sent me, I’m gonna help you detain him.” Your eyes widen as you look at him through the mirror, looking for any signs of a lie. But he does look sad, genuinely.

“What?! But h-how? Didn’t you want to make me your sex slave in Belgium? Use me however you see fit?” He sighs, clutching the bridge of his nose with two fingers. You see lines on his forehead, and how he looks...remorseful.

“No, not really. I didn’t realize how badly I was treating you, until a girl down in London did the same thing to me. She used me for sex, and money, and I was so blindly in love with her that I didn’t realize-” He sighs again, and you catch his lips trembling as you look at him, facing forward to examine his flawless fatures again. This version of Hoseok was one you’d never encountered before. So vulnerable, so needy...exactly the type of guy you needed back when your parents married each other. “The point is, I didn’t come here to take you back. Dad has no idea, and I want to try to be a good person. So can you please forgive me?” You clutch the tap in front of you, resting on the entire sink as Hoseok waits for an answer.

“Maybe not fully, but right now, I’m pretty happy. There’s a priest here who isn’t a priest, and I slept with him yesterday, but I wasn’t fully satisfied...since he was all vanilla.” You can’t believe yourself for doing this, but since the opportunity presented itself, why not seize it by the horns?

“Oh, so you’ll forgive me better if I do a favor for ya?” You nod slightly, cocking your head to the side as Hoseok’s eyes have mischief in them. You recognize it from when you were just clueless teenagers, how experience shaped it all. 

“Not now, but maybe later. Are you staying overnight?” You ask, as he presses a couple buttons on his phone.

“Wasn’t planning on it, but it looks like I don’t have a choice now. Until next time, sister.” He tilts your chin upwards before smashing his lips against yours in a passionate manner, all of the pent up lust and frustration released within a matter of seconds. He picks you up and sets you down on the sink, so that your legs are wrapped around his hips and his arms are wrapped around your lower back for support. After kissing for a minute or so, he breaks the kiss, panting heavily and resting his forehead against yours.

“I missed you, and I’m sorry for being a jerk.” You hum in agreement, feeling light from all of the information. It was a bit overwhelming, the jerk brother that took your virginity is now trying to be a good guy and kissing you like he loved you. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he’s in love with you, but Hoseok is the same as he always was, and he only realized his mistakes from the past, trying to make things more bearable for you.

The rest of the day goes by pretty slowly, as you anticipate an exciting night with your brother and your boyfriend/friend/Bishop. You haven’t talked to Jimin about it, but you have a feeling that he’ll be open to it. You grab his hand and guide him to Hoseok’s room.

“What’s…?” You smirk, making your way next to your stepbrother and patting the bed beside you.

“Jimin, meet Hoseok.” A smile plays on your lips as Jimin looks between the two of you in disbelief.

[deunan403]

Oh my gosh your ‘the name is English’ fanfic is so good. Any advice on getting like. The distinct voices of each of the characters? I’m just dabbling in homestuck fiction and I think I got Dave and rose and jade. But John and the alpha kids are hard

(Edited: I kept thinking about the mistakes I made in this explanation so I’ve finally gone back and fixed them pfffft, Also like... I think I might’ve misconstrued the kind of answer anon was going for, in which case, only the very end end of this long ass response is useful. Welp.)

SO FIRST OFF, I am insanely flattered anyone is asking my advice on how to write Homestuck characters because these are some of the most difficult characters I’ve ever written. Thank you so much! These kids each have an insane amount of dimension to them and I completely understand why they come off a bit intimidating to write correctly. I don’t even think I do that good of a job, lmao. Anywho, I’mma go ahead and apologize in advance because I got a little carried away with my advice. When I get to explaining things I like to over-explain and hope you just pick out what ends up bein actually useful to you. There is... a lot of shit under this cut, so be warned.

Hello! Welcome to this wordy as fuck space under the cut. (Edit: It won’t format correctly so ALL this bullshit under the cut. Thanks tumblr. SMD plz). Unfortunately I can't describe the way they talk without deconstructing a little bit on how I view each of their personalities because a part of me insists it's better to provide context and examples, so again, I'm sorry for these unnecessarily long ramblings. Skip to about the center of each paragraph if you want to focus on speech pattern-specific things, eheheheh.

John's pretty difficult for me too because his vernacular slate isn't as colorful as everyone else's, but this is kind of what I've come to understand about him: His general reaction to everything is a mixture of chipper and blasé--going with the flow. He kind of became the “straight man” in HS to combat the way everyone else was reacting to the wild shit that eventually went down. At face value, the way he talks makes him come off as a simple dude -- what you see is what you get, which isn't necessarily true. He's honest about his feelings but at the same time it seems like he has difficulty processing and understanding them, which makes them come through much milder than what you'd expect for the situation. It's probably why he absorbed his dad's death very slowly and got hit hard when it finally processed that he was gone for good. But not many things get all the way through his initial blaséness which actually makes him kind of callous in that he can give oddly indifferent responses to things others would consider a big deal, such as when Terezi died in front of him. He looked at her corpse and was just like "Eugh. She's so weird." Like damn dude, that’s cold. Ain’t like she bled to death or nothing. Anyway, some speech pattern specific things I keep in mind when I write him: He doesn't use a lot of big words, sticking to casual, simple responses, most of them positive or enthusiastic sounding. He sometimes uses old man speech and idioms, like Jake but toned down by like 85%. He's a bit slow on the uptake, points out the obvious, and says things that he thinks are clever but he's either completely missing the mark or being lame in general, not to say he can't sometimes be particularly sassy/savage, especially when it comes to his immediate friends because he knows them and can see through their bullshit better than he can with other people he doesn't know that well. In the chat client, he likes to divide combined words like "what ever" and "time line". If you're being canon compliant, he adopted some chat quirks from Vriska after they dated, such as multiplying punctuations by 8 for emphasis!!!!!!!! (edit: Ignore this last part. I think I may be thinking of a dead john, lmao.)

Jane's also a little difficult but easier than John since speech-wise, she's more of a balance between him and Jake + if they were super skeptical about everything and cared about being smart. She's actually kind of a wild card to me, because sometimes she has probably some of the most realistic reactions to the more ridiculous things in HS, but has grown used to equally ludicrous happenings such as the assassination attempts on her life in her intro. She also tends to wear her heart on her sleeve, and has quite the temper. She tries to override her more emotional responses with good southern manners because she's polite, god dammit! When her short fuse isn't ignited, her bottomless passion fuels her cheerfulness as well as her fearlessness. She's also pretty inquisitive, about the world around her as well as towards her friends, asking them questions to understand what they may be dealing with better. She tries really hard to be reasonable about things but struggles with letting other things that may be in play ruffle her well-kept feathers. Speech pattern-wise, she vacillates between speaking like a normal teen and a grandma, to a way lesser extent than Jake. Initially, she tries to keep it prim and proper--sophisticated like a southern suburban housewife with an interesting hint of embellished self-narrative like she's the protagonist of a Noir comic (like here), but when real shit starts to go down, she gets quite a bit more casual (like when they're on their quest slabs here). That is to say, I wouldn't say her normal way of talking is something that doesn't come naturally to her because it totally does, but she loses most of the laciness because short and to the point is better, which is the case for any of the kids with more flavorful quirks. She tends to steamroll over other people when she gets passionate about a topic, but when that's not happening, she's actually super accommodating, to the point of viciously ignoring her own feelings so she can be a voice of reason. In the chat client, she uses toothy emojis like :B.

Roxy, on the other hand, comes pretty easily for me because she's really similar to one of my closest friends and speaks much the same way we do when we're chill. We're also from the south, where much of the youth talk like Roxy does, lmao. Roxy is probably the most accommodating of any of the kids, readily bending over backwards to cater to her friends' needs and letting her own needs take a backseat, which probably leads to a lot of resentment she keeps buried. But she's still the chillest one, taking just about everything in stride before and after her alcoholism. She tends to get sad before she ever gets angry. And if she does get angry, it's usually only frustration at others for being difficult. Communication-wise, she's the most shorthanded--thinking and living in chat-speak. She's all about living her best life and taking care of her family so things are fun and peaceful. She wants to be super sure of herself (like Dirk) because she wants to be reliable. When talking, she likes to use a bunch of metaphors (again, like Dirk), and she tends to casually throw in a lot of puns too, such as when she tells Jake that they're still "humanated" when he asks if he's alienated her too. The nature of her responses is typically pretty flippant, even when things are serious. It's probably obvious that getting comfortable with general Ebonics will help a lot when writing her. In chat client, I try to remember these things: typos only happen when she's drunk--when typing her drunk, I avoid actively trying to give her slurred speech. Instead, I kind of let my fingers type a little more haphazardly and leave the typos I made that sound like mistakes she would make. She only tries to correct a small portion of her typos, more frequently the closer she is to sobriety. When she IS sober, her shorthand isn't consistent. One sentence she'll write "u" and the next, she'll write "you". Same thing with "2" and "to" or "4" and "for", etc. She'll cut out unnecessary letters in words, use typical chat abbrevs, and only use singular letters in place of a whole word, like "y" for "yes". Also uses smileys and other signs like <3. She's super fun for me to write because she comes away with a general feeling of "lmao" if that makes any sense.

Jake I'm always worried I'm doing wrong but he seems to be the one people love my characterization of the most so far, lmao. So I guess I must be doing something right. The thing about Jake is he wants to be the "likeable character". He takes what people want in a guy and molds that into this garbled persona. So when he talks to others, even his friends, he tries to be super agreeable, positive and supportive, regardless of the subject matter; he’s always talking these people up to make them feel good about themselves so that they enjoy conversing with him. But the reality is that he's extremely (but not necessarily intentionally) self-centered. He also aggressively ignores anything negative or forcefully turns it into something positive even when it doesn't make sense. He only tends to express frustration when others (Dirk) are being difficult; I don't remember if he ever actually gets angry in the comic?? He also likes to express surprise/amazement at things (a lot more than the other kids do at least), at the beginning of his responses, even when someone says something that's particularly obvious. The thing that gets me about Jake is that his superficial shell is so impenetrable, I don't think that issue was ever really fully addressed, much less fixed in HS, which leaves a lot of questions about his character & several different but valid interpretations of him by the audience. He may very well actually just be an oblivious idiot who's suffered brain damage one too many times (there's not too many pieces of supporting evidence to negate this) but I personally like to think Jake is far more complicated than that. I mean, look at how many convos he's grabbed the helm of and steered into a completely different direction just so he doesn't have to deal with something. His speech is probably the one I have to look up references for the most because he uses a fuckton of idioms you'd only hear one’s well-meaning but probably unintentionally racist poppop use, and a weird mixture of western/country and british vocab + bro speech he probably adopted while talking to Dirk. This is one list I find super useful when trying to find words to use (bless this person), but I still have to google a bunch of goofy phrases and words to be sure I'm not exhausting my material. One thing I know I do wrong when it comes to Jake's speech is use modern British slang such as "bloody" and "bloke", which is something he absolutely never does but I use them anyways because... idfc, I guess, idk. lol, I acknowledge it so it's fine.

Dirk is probably the one that comes easiest to me because he and I behave and talk pretty similarly. Either that, or I just like to think that and I'm just projecting while writing him completely wrong, lmao. Either way, Dirk hides behind the fact that he's super chill and levelheaded when really he's a nervous paranoid wreck. He's always thinking and overthinking about everything and he never gives himself a god damn break. He calculates every response he gives so it comes off exactly the way he wants it to, so when it doesn't because he's caught off guard, you get to see these little snippets of this dude freaking out underneath. He's a neurotic control freak that makes sure the flow of conversation stays on a set course he wants it to or else he gets either uncomfortable or pissed off. He skirts around anything that might get personal to him and dismisses any focus that sheds light on his own emotions UNLESS he feels, again, that he can control that flow of conversation. Or he's already emotionally compromised. Either way, he avoids conditions that might catch him actually being vulnerable because he's just too fuckin' proud. He likes to make a lot of comparisons, using extended metaphors and milking the fuck out of them if he can get away with it because the more he talks, the more he feels in control. He likes to smoothly play along with people he finds are being ridiculous, like Jake and Caliborn, or even just because he knows they'll know he's just playing along like Roxy. That's a key thing for me actually--how much he likes to fuck with people and how inelegantly he takes it in those rare cases someone successfully fucks with him. His speech seems to be a balance between Rose and Dave, a chill bro with access to the biggest vocabulary ever. I encourage aiming towards sounding like a pretentious asshole when writing Dirk because that's what he is all the time sometimes. He likes to Dirk-splain because more often than not he knows exactly what he's talking about, but he also doesn't realize his Dirk-splaining is something no one needed or asked for. Even though he's acknowledged and now resents the ludicrous size of his own ego, he still struggles with not stroking it at every opportunity. He’s a super capable, reliable guy and he knows it, but the reality is that much of what he plans for doesn’t work out. It’s only when he and his friends are really in the shit and he doesn’t have time to think that instinct takes over and he ends up doing some hella amazing things (Unite: Synchronization). That’s why his whole thought process of being better off alone is dangerous--he’s capable because he has people he loves relying on him. (I went off on a tangent unrelated to speech here. I’m sorry. I got a lot of feelings about Dirk and his selfishness vs. his selflessness, lol)

With all that, these are some general notes I try to abide by:

The ramblers of the kids are Dirk, Dave, and Jake, the former two especially when they're anxious. Dave's definitely the worst in that regard. The Striders both act like they wanna come off as men of few words and both fail miserably; it seems like being forced to live in verbal silence for a good portion of their lives gave both of these social wrecks a stigma against any gaps in conversation. Jake on the other hand rambles because he's self-important, not unlike Dirk. It's almost like he's not sure how else to contribute to the conversation if it's not about movies or himself.

For me, it actually helps that I think Dirk and Jake may both be on the spectrum. (I'm sorry if the following offends anyone who is on the spectrum, but this is just my general experience talking to people with those conditions). It certainly explains why their joint communication is so shit and why they either both give long-winded explanations that no one really asks for, or extract themselves from conversations they don't have a good foothold in, the latter being way more common for Jake (I hint a little at all this in my fic, moreso for Jake via Dirk's observations). They both want to be heard but may have difficulty being good listeners because their heads are already filled to the brim with things that have been cycling since before the other person has started talking.

On a final note, I find it pretty important to note the changes in each character's demeanor and way of talking after certain things happen. A glaring example is the Alpha Kids' behaviors after the batshit candy juju episode they all had. When Jake's broken out of his glorified, overwhelmingly positive fake self-image, he's actually very self-critical. However, his self-centeredness is hard to break out of, so when he broods on all the flaws he'd ignored in favor of being the guy everyone likes, he directed all of his nervous energy into finding reassurance from Roxy. (This self-deprecation could've also been born from his constant need to be agreeable, so since he thought everyone considered him to be a piece of shit, he felt the need to agree that was the case. Depends on how you read it.) Roxy had a shorter fuse and was a bit more snappy and resistant to dealing with Jake's ridiculousness. Jane remained calm and acknowledged she can be a bit too stubborn and self-righteous. Dirk finally took a step back from the details and absorbed the big picture of his problematic expectations toward his friends and himself. It’s just something to keep in mind if you fear you’re getting kind of OOC with their personalities. It’s natural for people to behave different based on changes in their mood, so don’t be afraid to experiment.

All that being said (I lied about that final note), I go back and reference the comic a lot when I’m unsure whether I’m representing a character accurately. It’s a good habit to double-check yourself. If you’re unsure how you’re writing a response but wanna move on, write it the best you can and then come back to it later and revise after reading a few conversations that include that character.

Most importantly of all: the thesaurus is your fucking best friend of all time. Fuck everyone else. The thesaurus is your god damn hero. I find “define:”ing words on google actually super helpful when trying to find synonyms that work better for me.

But that’s it! I hope you found at least a few things helpful in that word splurge of fumbling analyses. And thanks a bunch for reading my fic! It’s not super popular so it’s reassuring to know there are people out there who really enjoy it. Keeps me trying to update regularly at the very least.

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OTP Question Meme

I was tagged by @bimollymauks​ a little while ago, tysm Kit!!

Posting this on my oc blog, since I still feel goofy talking about them even though I love them so very much.

I have these vampires on the brain. I took out a few questions that didn’t work well for them. Here we go!

DISAGREEMENTS.

Who is more likely to raise their voice?

Both of them, but never shouting or yelling. Just a little louder to emphasize their point.

Who threatens to leave but never actually does?

Neither. That’s a huge thing to say and neither would ever do that.

Who actually keeps their word and leaves?

Neither.

Who trashes the house?

Neither would do that.

Do either of them get physical?

NO!!

How often do they argue/disagree?

They butted heads a little on anarch stuff back when they first met, but now they pretty much agree on most things. If they argue now, it tends to be about one of them being reckless (usually Audrey).

Who is the first to apologize?

Could be either. They don’t like to stay mad at each other for long.

FAMILY.

Do they plan on having children/or have children?

They can’t have kids, can’t even adopt being what they are and the life they live. This makes Audrey sad sometimes, since she had wanted them at some point in her life before her embrace. 

If so, how many children do they want/have?

Audrey would have wanted like three.

AFFECTION.

Who likes to cuddle?

Audrey openly loves to cuddle, and though he may not ever admit it, so does Nines.

Who struggles to keep their hands to themself?

Audrey slightly more so because she’s a pretty handsy person and always loves to be close but Nines often finds himself having to keep from reaching out to her. They settle for more subtle touches. They tried to keep their relationship on the down low in public for a while unless around close friends who already knew (it got out anyway). But when alone? They don’t hold back.

How long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable?

Audrey would stay like that forever if she could, and he certainly wouldn’t complain, but of course, they have a lot to do.

What is their favorite non-sexual activity?

Taking walks around downtown, fighting something together, just hanging out alone or going to a lookout over the city.

Where is their favorite place to cuddle?

The couch in their apartment.

SLEEPING.

I’m gonna break with the vt/m canon regarding how vampires sleep/torpor, because I can! :))))

Who snores?

Seeing as how they don’t need to breathe, I don’t think they would snore?

Do they share a bed or sleep separately?

They share a bed after Audrey finally convinces him to move into her apartment with her.

If they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart?

They usually are cozied up in some fashion. It took him a little while to get used to it, because he’s slept alone for so long, but now he loves having someone that close. Someone he trusts that much.

What do they wear to bed?

Audrey wears a tank top and shorts, sometimes a cute matching pj set or a big oversized t shirt and her underwear. He wears pj shorts or boxers and no shirt or a tank top

Can sleeping pills be found by the bedside?

No, they wouldn’t work or need them anyway.

Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side?

Both, it just depends on the night.

Who wakes up with bed hair?

These vampires can move in their sleep/torpor in my canon, so they both do. Audrey thinks his ruffled-up bed hair is so cute.

Who wakes up first?

Almost always Nines, because he’s been a vampire far longer and is just more acclimated to the whole vampire sleep thing. Audrey was a late-sleeper as a human, too.

Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other?

Sadly, no breakfast in bed for them.

What is their favorite sleeping position?

Audrey likes to lay her head on his chest, and he will wrap an arm around her. Otherwise, cuddled up on their sides.

Do they set an alarm each night?

They don’t technically need them.

Who has nightmares?

Both, Audrey more frequently.

Can a television be found in their bedroom?

Yes, though they rarely use it. They’d rather sit in the living room for that, and Nines doesn’t watch much tv anyway.

Who has ridiculous dreams?

Audrey, which she loves regaling others with.

Who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed?

Nines, through he swears its unintentional.

Who makes the bed?

They both make their side of the bed. They have to do it as soon as they wake up or it would never be done. As a consequence, many days it stays unmade.

What time is bed time?

Dawn, as soon as that sun starts to rise its lights out for vamps.

Any routines/rituals before bed?

Just the usual, showers, putting on pjs, curling up together and sometimes talking a little.

Who’s the grumpiest when they wake up?

Audrey. It takes her a little while to adjust to being awake.

WORK.

Who is the busiest?

Probably Nines, since he has a lot to take care of. But Audrey keeps very busy, too, with her own responsibilities.

Who rakes in the highest income?

I guess Audrey, since she owns half of Confession and Nines doesn’t actually have a paying job. I know he has the Last Round as a haven, but I don’t know if he actually owns it. ?

Are any of them unemployed?

Technically Nines, and pretty much Audrey, too. They dedicate most of their time to the anarchs. How these anarchs raise any money for necessary expenses without some kind of stable income I don’t know. At least the Camarilla+Ventrue have that sorted out!

Who takes the most sick days?

They don’t have to worry about getting sick, but Audrey likes to take some time off from her anarch duties for “fun days.”

What are their jobs?

Nines is the leader of the LA anarchs. Audrey is a prominent member of the anarchs, and also co-owns a club downtown, Confession.

Who sucks up to their boss?

Neither, since they don’t really have a boss. Technically Nines is the boss, but he already doesn’t like people to think of him that way, so he wouldn’t like for others to try and suck up to him.

Who is more likely to turn up late to work?

Audrey, but only around 10 mins late at most. She’s always on time for meetings and the like, but a trip into the warrens or something less appealing? Perhaps she will be running a little behind.

Who stresses the most?

Audrey, but only ever after the fact. Some of her impulsive antics do stress him out, though.

Do they enjoy or despise their careers/occupations?

They both are very dedicated to LA, and wouldn’t imagine doing anything else.

Are they financially stable?

I would guess so. Audrey should make enough with the club to pay her rent, but I wonder if the Camarilla owned the apartment building and had paid for her apartment? If so, now that they are gone, who owns it? I have no idea pfffft

HOME.

Domestic vampires!!!! WW is too cowardly to give us domestic vamps, but I’m not babey!

Who does the washing?

Audrey, since Nines probably doesn’t even know how to work a washing machine.

Who takes out the trash?

He would do this as a trade off.

Who does the ironing?

Either of them, if they needed to iron something, they would just do it. Though Audrey hates ironing.

Who does the cooking?

Neither, since they can’t eat. But Audrey handles making sure they have a supply of blood bags as needed.

Who is more likely to burn the house down just trying?

Back when she was human, Audrey was terrible at cooking.

Who is messier?

Nines. He’d be more likely to leave something sitting out because he “needs it later.”

Who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor?

Miraculously, they both usually manage not to do this.

Who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere?

Audrey would be the one to lose her keys, and they’d probably be right in front of her.

Who answers the telephone?

They only have cellphones, but if they had a home phone neither would answer it lol. Audrey is more likely to answer her cellphone, but only if she knows who it is.

Who mows the lawn?

They live in an apartment, so no lawn to mow!

Who does the vacuuming?

Now that’s a funny picture. They both would put it off until it absolutely couldn’t wait any longer. Then Audrey would suggest they flip a coin or something similar for it.

Who does the groceries?

Audrey would shop for necessities on her own most of the time, but would drag him along at every available opportunity. She likes doing human things, and all the better if she’s doing them with him :(

Who takes the longest to shower?

Audrey. 

Who spends the most time in the bathroom?

Audrey, for sure. Always gotta make sure she looks cute even if she’s about to go into the sewers :/

MISCELLANEOUS.

Is money a problem?

They certainly aren’t rolling in it, but I think they’d have enough for what they needed. And they are both happy with that.

How many cars do they own?

He has his motorcycle, Audrey has some sort of transportation eventually, since she gets tired of taking a cab. Maybe a small car, but she only uses it for longer distances.

What’s their song?

Currently its Hanging by a Moment by Lifehouse

Do they live in the city or in the country?

They live in downtown Los Angeles.

Do they own their home or do they rent?

They rent (?) that apartment, I assume. Boy, now this is going to bother me not knowing ajsklsks

(me trying to figure out these vampires’ finances is like that meme of charlie from iasi/p at this point)

Do they enjoy their surroundings?

As much as someone can enjoy living in LA. But really they do love it, for all its faults. LA is home.

What do they do when they’re away from each other?

For Nines, whatever anarch business he needs to attend to. For Audrey, her own anarch duties, shopping, and checking in on other anarchs like Isaac.

Where did they first meet?

Technically the night in the Nocturne Theatre downtown when Audrey was supposed to be executed alongside her sire. First time face to face was after Nines saved her from the Sabbat.

Who spends the most money when out shopping?

Audrey.

Who’s more likely to flash their assets?

Audrey, but its usually something like a new sword or something silly like a cat shirt or a mood ring. Nines isn’t the type show off anything, but he wouldn’t mind if someone happened to admire his motorcycle.

Who finds it amusing when the other trips over?

Both are pretty stable on their feet, but neither would find it funny per say. It would just be like, “you alright?”

Who’s terrified of bugs?

Audrey is not a fan, but doesn’t like killing them. Nines tries to point out to her that you know, she’s a vampire and its just a little bug, but she won’t have any part of it.

Who kills the spiders around the house?

Audrey convinces a slightly exasperated Nines to take spiders outside. 

Do they have any fears for their future?

Both of them have similar fears. Namely, that they will not be able to defend LA if someone tries to take it from the anarchs again. That’s always a very real fear. Also, they both fear losing each other, because they know that’s a possibility with the life they lead.

Their favorite place?

The (werewolf-free) overlook they go to for some peace and quiet, as well as the roof of the Last Round.

Who pays the bills?

Audrey would handle it.

Who’s the tallest?

Nines (I headcanon him at like 5′10 ish maybe???, Audrey is 5′5)

Who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other?

Audrey. She never gets any complaints.

Who wanders around in their underwear?

Both would.

Who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio?

Audrey.

What do they tease each other about?

Audrey definitely teases him about his age and his cool guy routine from when they first interacted. He teases her about her aim.

Who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times?

She doesn’t cringe, but does try and get him to change up his fashion sense. He still dresses like its 1949 for goodness’ sake. He doesn’t even question the sometimes wacky things she wears anymore. He’s just used to it by now.

Who crushed first?

Probably Audrey, but not for too much longer. They didn’t start crushing for real until after the events of the game.

Any alcohol or substance related problems?

No.

Who swears the most?

Nines. Audrey doesn't swear that much, but when she does, you know she means business.

if anyone read all of this rambling I am so sorry askskjajskal but you have all of my <3<3<3s forever 

[miyiee]

〆WHEN TEA SPILLS  ⑈ ☕

**            **(Job a cafe’)   Prologue: (Wholesome-story, this story took place in youth.)

      Written by Miyie 〴☕

** **(1/4)   <Also I would like to say, before I began, this was actually a real dream I had. Written in behalf of this sweet dream AHH!~>

Welcome,   Welcome  To our cafe’   ! “What would you like?” ** ** A cup of tea, Made with the finest  Honey and herbs You could ever imagine Dear reader,  I am very sorry,  but my hands are very tired :/ Please if you could do me a favor,  Add a pinch of brown sugar in my cup of tea And help me with my next request,  the next after that one too. Request for brown sugar Yes              /             No “HEY! I SAID BROWN SUGAR, WHY’D YOU GIVE ME WHITE SUGAR? ARE YOU BLIND?” Sorry about that- But- Thank you for helping though…  Now, may you now add three tree leaves in? Request: Three Leaves Yes              /             No Thank you…  wait- did you just say no?  “Do you wanna die?” “Try to be nicer to your customers, Misami.” “Alright, finee!” Now, I have one more final request  Please, add the ingredient ‘DNA’ into the drink before I go... Request: DNA  Yes              /             No Thank you for donating to our cafe.  Have a nice day..  A ring of bells follows as you walk out the door.

She was dreaming again. Standing in the middle of absolute darkness, not even a hint of light or colors to be seen in sight. It was a world without substance. A world of nothingness. No value. Then, she would awoke, realizing she was in a dream. A dream where time was stagnating and moving slowly, where the reality was blurred, vivid perhaps. Where everything seems endless and hopeful. There was nothing to do.. And so.. She waited…. And waited. And waited. And waited. And then…. The girl finally heard it.   It was the sound of someone laughing in the corner, along with a girl, fainted at first, but then it had started to become gradually louder and louder, approaching the box. Then, both the boy and the girl had already disappeared.  Please… make it stop….she pleaded. The rest of the day, continued in silence, this wasn’t anything new. During the restless and chatter-filled classroom, “Hey?! Did you hear?!”a student spoke. “IKR!”, another one answered. “HA! Gay!”, another one followed. “Boomer.”, then another. “Tch…”,she ignored all the commotion around her. And… during lectures, did as she was told, all she did was jot down notes she was able to hear. She didn’t speak with anyone. She didn’t speak a single word. She was completely quiet. No one approached her, thus helped her in need, therefore she felt she didn’t need to care for anyone else. This was nothing new.  “What a lonesome experience.” After class, she quietly heads outside. Then, she started to walk, again, picking up pace…. Hey, Hey!? Did you know? 10 minutes down from this street. With a single turn to your left, passed the 4th lamppost. She, her feet lead her down this familiar path that awaits her everyday, dragging her body, but- the place that she was heading to was a place most people would never necessarily notice at first glance. It was… what was.. A place that had calmed me.. A place where I was supposed to be able to breathe, It was.. A place where I could forget everything. No, it was just a cafe, a small cafe, nested in between a flower shop and apparently what was now an abandoned building, far up, above, in the mountains.  The quiet chime of the bell echoed faintly as I stepped inside. A gentle sounding piano piece that played from the speakers. The familiar aroma of cocoa that awaited walted throughout the warm atmosphere of the room.  Aside from him, there were only a few customers in the cafe, all of them, immersed in their own little bubble of silence. One was reading a book. The last one, calmingly taking sips of his tea. This cafe was always encased in a comforting stillness and young peace. This was what I’ve always loved about this place. It’s warm here, you know?  At the front desk, she asked for the same, usual. A tall glass of herbal tea, please!, she said. The cashier would always smile at her, the same caring smile that was her offerings everyday as she just took her order, walking away. Then, she would always take the same seat, by the window, alone, staring at the clock just above the wall, watching its arms move in a steady rhyme. Afterwards, she would take a book out from her bag, the same old one from the library, opening to where she has left off from. Little by little as the time passed by, with a quick glance back at the wall again what had told her that “2 hours had already passed”. Outside, the sky has now dimmed. The bells that started to distance as another customer entered and left. But- with the soft melody of the music still hummed quietly and faintly. Uneaten bits of the cake, left untouched. The remains of the warm tea had already turned cold. After a few more minutes of stalling around there, she turned to look at the window, yet again. “It was time to go,” the clock spoke to her.

One luminary clock against the sky, proclaimed that time was neither wrong nor right. I have looked down the saddest city lane. Out and back in rain.  I have outwalked the furthest city light. But- I have been one acquainted with the night.

Of course, she didn’t want to.  But- it can’t be helped.  From that cafe, she began to walk home, strolls tooks more time, this time, it took up to 20 minutes. That’s when she finally arrived at the foot of her apartment, from walking all those steps up, quietly opening her door, then she slipped inside. Not even bothering saying the words, “I’m home,”it was pointless, she didn’t need to... because after all, who would answer back? At, that night, she had slept, she had the same dream again. Whenever she woke up,  her head started to throb painfully. In the mornings, she went to class. In the afternoons, she stopped by the library. After classes, she goes to that cafe again. And, when night appeared, she walked home. Slepted. She woke up by the mornings, its universe she hated. It was the universe she once loved. Sighing, the only thing that greeted her was silence. The house was empty, just like how it had always been. She quickly made toast and took a milk carton from the fridge before changing into her uniform. It took her a few minutes before she found herself at the doorstep of her house. And with that, she left. Then, the cycle repeats all again. Months passed, just like this. It was a never ending loop, tiring. Then, she thought to herself, time will only tell. That, these people will never change. Nothing changed. Nothing will. 

“Well, would you like it too?”

“I..-I… I don’t know.” 

Then, one day… .it happened. On monday. Classes were over, done for the day. She headed to the cafe. She ordered the usual, she noticed a new face behind the cashier. 

She offered a mandatory smile, “Welcome to the cafe!”  

“Ah, How--Annoying.”, she thought.

[2/4]

Chapter 1:Crush ?

The next day….  And it’s still as busy as ever… 

You begin to sigh again…

Ding-Ding Ding! 

You heard the bell say….

When does this job ever pay more? You thought. 

Why do I have to keep up with such nosy customers?

Why can’t Misami just fill out for me instead?

“Oh well… I guess it can’t be helped.”

But… something seems a bit off today. Nobody was around, not even customers, usually it’s pretty busy here. well that’s what I thought..

I turned around… and there was suddenly someone standing there…

Smirking at me….

It only took me a quick second to analyze the person... 

There was a boy wearing a hat, a gakuran with gold buttons with a long white sleeved western shirt underneath the red hems, black shoes, red socks.  2 white hakujoudai, one with pink and another with blue markings. His left cheek had a white seal with the word ``seal”. A very short boy with choppy black hair with giant amber eyes glaring back at mines. 

“What-, wait- you’re real?” 

“OW, what was that for Miyie, you know we’ve been working here for years already together..is something wrong?”

“Uh- no nothing at all. Please, do me a favor and slap me.”

The boy’s smile grew wider… into a smirk …

“Oh, of course, I will...and I can...do more than that..”

It took me a while to process this.. By what he meant until I realized..

“Oh wait, I forgot you’re that one perverted spirit that lurks around in the girl’s bathroom!”

I hadn’t realized I said that out loud….until he started to sulk. 

“Goodbye.”, he said. 

“Pfffft, haha!” 

“NO WAIT, ITZ A JOKE, YES, JUST A JOKE! COME BACK, IT’S LONELY HERE:C. PLUS YOU’RE MY FAVORITE CHARACTER!” 

“Where’-”

“AH- ITS MIYIE!”, another person, identical to the first came charging at me like a bull. 

Confused, I asked, “Which world is this one?” 

 “She asked us to slap her :/ Miyie’s acting weird today.” 

...

I resumed reading my book, 

Until, I realized something, something oddly wrong 

‘Wait, where did they both go?’ 

Outside the cafe’ it was rainy. 

But I didn’t care, I ran, 

Far until my legs could not stop.

It was growing late, 

I was tired…. Too tired to stand even. 

That I didn’t even realize they were right in front of me 

“It’s alright.” , they both spoke.

As you were embraced into warm arms…

“Ah- how warm.”

“Shhh,  let’s just wait.”, he smiled at Amane.

pat* pat* pat* 

“Dere, dere, little black cat.”. 

‘Sleep… for as long as you like, as long as it’s 

In our arms :)”

5 seconds later-

“What the hell, Miyie?!?!  Were you dozing off again?” 

I heard my manager called me..

“Oh, it was just a dream after all,” I sighed.

Then you

 looked down, 

And saw Ichigo-mochi sitting on the table in front of you...

As your face grew into a wide smile.

“How did you know?”

you mumbled.

(NOTE: Ichigo-mochi is Miyie’s favorite food)

(Just the other day)

“Miyie-chan!”, Misami yelled across the room. 

“?” 

Misami ran over and hugged you as if she were still a child instead of being older than you.. 

“Ah- what has gotten you so happy all of a sudden?” :/

 “Hmmm?!, she smirked. 

“?”

“Oh- my, MeiMei you really don’t know?”

“Know what?!?!”

You were about to ask but Misami’s smirk really made you uncomfortable. 

“Well, who was that one anime crush you had?” 

“Pffft!, No one, of course, you know I’m not into aliens.” 

“Lies! I know you like Hanako-kun! You’ve been fantasizing about it all day long!”

“NO, I do not!” 

“You do!” 

“NO!”

“YES!”

“But he isn’t even real! I wish.”, I cried. 

“You better buy me strawberry, daifuku mochi after this!”

Chapter 2: Good Morning!

 “scoop 

a

cat 

up

from

the

ground.”

place it on a plate

and put it in your mouth

I don't know why,

but somehow that sign 

has made it there.

Hello, good morning!-

How are you today?⑇

“Hmm… you’re tired you say? Well, I donut care! Get to work right this instant!”

:( 

….Okay fin.”

Today, apparently, one of the machines broke and I was to fix them…

well, … I was assigned to…. :C

And that boy, Amane

There was one part to him though...as my assistant and as a person...

For the past few days, I've spent in class with him,

  I realize that Amane is incredibly intelligent.   At least, that's what I thought at first.

   In class, he could answer any question,  despite not paying attention.  

He's always in a daze.   

His strongest points are math and chemistry, and his weakest, apparently, 

is cleaning.  

 One afternoon,  I noticed him staring at the closet, at the back of the room for ten minutes straight, not moving. 

When I concluded he wouldn't move,  I asked him what was wrong. With a confused look on his face, 

 he responded with.

“..Which one of these is a broom?"   

He's...  He's an idiot.  

And not only that,  

he's a pain in the ass.  

 He is insensitive, as he always points out the flaws in others.

but… I owe him.

...

“Hey, Miyie! Look at my fish?!?”

“Where did you get that from?”

“I picked it from the trash can right outside!”, he exclaimed,

Even….. smiling, Like a dumb child, still.

“HA! Pfft.”

“What?”, he asked, confused and innocent.

Then.. it had struck me, that he had once said,

 he really wanted a fish, 

A real one.

:(, was what he responded.

“Hey, look... I’m sorry, we could always get another one for you.” I said, with a faint smile. 

Hmm….sigh

This really brings me back…

I remembered that one day

The week went by quick 

It was Friday and classes were over

By the time I was finished cleaning up,  

Amane had already disappeared.

It was surprising but, I only knew his first name

My gaze, still glued to his empty seat 

“Maybe I should ask?” 

“No, I shouldn’t.”

“Wait, should I?” 

NO!,It doesn’t matter, I shook my head..

With a sigh, I began to leave the classroom and headed the journey home.

People called on me in class, 

And I was often picked on before…

But now.. Nobody really bothers me anymore 

And although I hate to admit it, 

It’s because of Amane

 Almost as if he’s my aegis 

But, what can I say?,

One would be considered 

Idiotic if they weren’t afraid of him

I just finished clearing up 

11:55 pm , the clock read.

Well, it’s getting late, it’s about closing time now.. 

‘Goodbye, have a goodnight.”, my manager waved at me. 

I watched as she walked away…

Not even a few seconds later...

“Oh… great it’s raining outside :( “

I reached for my umbrella but I grabbed nothing, 

“.., wait, I forgot to bring my umbrella today!”

Once more, I sighed… 

Taking a seat at a near bench under the building, 

And waited, 

And waited. 

And waited, 

For time to pass until the rain cleared up...

Without realizing,  I drifted into sleep, Under the rain.

Only a few minutes have passed...

“PSssst!” 

“PsssSt!”

Suddenly I woke up. 

“Oh….?”

I didn’t understand why, 

But the boy just hugged me…

“Let’s just stay like this…..for now...”

I could feel my face starting to redden …. “Umm… uh-, I supposed it-’ll be fi-fine, 

fine then.”  I managed to speak those last few words...

“What do you want to do, wait?”

“Right, now….I don’t feel like doing anything.” 

“It sure is raining, huh?” 

“Yes, just like that time, many, many years ago, 

Remember?”

“Yeah, little cat.”

“Tch, Stop with that nickname, already.”

“But why, does this feel as if I had heard 

those words somewhere before?”

[3/4]

Chapter 3: Stranger A  student, my senior walked me home today-that very day… But no he did not take me home, He invited me, tricked me by excusing me into prepping for our project He really insisted, I couldn’t help it. Dropping me off at a local cafe’ shop. Instead, by the time, we have gotten there, He left there, with the words...instructing me   “Don’t ask any questions, wait, and sit in the seat nearest to the far end.” Without any questions, And I obey. A very wrong thing to say to an inpatient and curious person, My patience is starting to wear thin. I heard a single string of bell chime vibrated, When a short, matted blacked hair and big amber eyes in his first appearance, he wore an identical gakuran uniform and hat to Amane, purposefully matching his clothes. After this, his outfit changes to a Shosei-styled uniform. Wearing a white Western shirt with a black kimono, a grey hakama, black shoes, and red ankle-height socks. He wears a hat, similar but void of any emblem. No words, No hello, No sorry, Absolutely Nothing. Then, his lips curl into a wide smile. “Ah- I see, that student must have been your assistant, you knew you could never reach me, so you went this way of approach, interesting.?” My lips curved into a wide smile. A creepy one, returning it. But, he doesn’t seem like the type to mind. Instead, he kept grinning at me. “Good Evening, Mistress Mei.” “How did you know my name?”, I asked. He doesn’t reply to my questions, He simply just smiles. “Who are you and what do you want?” I paused…:.”.....is  it about Amane?” “Correct, you catch on quick, Miyie.” “I want to know why you had decided to talk to him.” “Because I happen to sit next to him?” “Why?” “Why would you care?” “Because you’re Miyie. I quiet girl, Dealing with everything alone, An unstable mind You’re someone who Prefers to be alone and not bothering And a person like Amane is certainly a person you’ll avoid, But you didn’t.” Uncomfortable... “Awe- how cute.”. He remarked. “Tch! This is really embarrassing ._.  So what do you want from me?” “Well, it is true, Amane is certainly strange. And, you’re right, I don’t like people. But it's not like I can ignore him. I try to but he just pops out of nowhere.” “I only ask you this because I care for him.” As he said those words, his eyes became so dull all of a sudden. 7:30 pm “Do be careful, little cat.” He spoked, in a serious tone. Again with that same nickname! “That boy can lead you to bad things.” I leave, And I don’t look back, to this day.

[4/4]

Chapter 4: Latte “You’re not as bad as they state you are.” Miyie sat there, staring down her cup of latte Watching it smoothly swirl as she stirred it. The two marshmallows refused to go with the flow, And eventually got dunked into the latte “Ah, Isn’t that how life is?” Once you’re not like the others, You cease to exist in their sight. “Ah- I remembered now, There was once a boy, Who changed his future, And said, “I’m not going anywhere.” I took a sip of the latte. While waiting... The bell chime rang “MOrning!”, I blamed. “Hello! Welcome!” “What would you like to order?” “....Latte PLEASE!” Finishing up, my last resort... Break Time! “Why, Why are you doing this to me?” She spoke to herself… “Ah- MIYIE!” “Oh-.”,  he gestured for me to be quiet... Jumped on me like a child .just as always I knew, I saw, from a distance, My manager, and she did not seem happy About us. “Ah--Aman- “ “NO, not Amane, look a bit closer.” Aware of this, he pulled me into a closet Both shut inside. Embarrassed, my head in the crook of his neck. Not willing to look up.. “I am just concerned why you would be hiding with me in a closet that’s all.” “Wow, Miyie, you’re so cruel, ah- how cold,” he pouted. “What are you-,” my words were muffled by his hands. “Aww, why are you with Amane and not me?” as he playfully hugs you, pouting. “That is because you are always with Sak-” “ Miyie, are you avoiding me?” he interupts, his gaze shifting over to you creepily. “Wh-What- N-No,” you hastily declined, but before you could prove your point,   “Well-” suddenly, you hear the door creak, revealing Amane outside of the closet. The person I tried to avoid.. “I finally found you, Miyie.” “Why are you stuck inside the closet with Tsukasa?”, as he gave you a menacing look. This time, both of them spoke at the same time, a huge grin coming from the both of them. “I can treat you much better ᔖ❤” …: As they dragged me out of the shop. “Where are we going?”, I asked. “Anywhere, come, I am going to take you to a place of a lifetime.." ... “Oh…, you ask for my name? Do you really want to know me that badly?”, he laughed. I paused, I nodded. “Amane, Amane ..Yugi.” This time, this time, we both spoke at the same time. “Nice to meet you! :3” “Hey…. let’s go somewhere, somewhere.. Far away.. From this place, alright?”

[Thanks for reading, n’ dropping by haha!] ^^ --Miyie

[livvywrites]

15 for 15

thank you @waterfallwritings!!! this is such a fun tag game :D (also have i mentioned yet that i adore lorelai???) 

since i’ve done this for alinora already i’m gonna do talitha this time!! 

rules: pick a character from your WIP and have them answer these 15 questions, then tag 15 people! 

1. What is your full name?

Talitha rolls her eyes. “Do I have to tell you? Can’t I just be Talitha Jade? I mean, I dropped the surname years ago!” She pauses, staring. When she realizes we won’t be moving on until she answers, she stomps her foot, and says, “Fine. Name’s Talitha Jade Lumina. Asshole.”

2. What does your name mean?

Talitha shrugs. “Dunno. Name meanings wasn’t really my specialty. Was named after my grandfather though. He invented the airship! Some people might say that’s a hell of a legacy to live up to, but honestly, there’s no one better.” She winks.

3. What are your nicknames/other names?

“Most people call me Tali. My best friend calls me Tali J. I’ve also been called ‘you fucking bitch’ and other lovely names.” She pauses. 

“Oh, and I’ve been calling myself the pirate queen! Mostly to piss off other pirates, because. Well. That’s fun. I’ve also been called the admiral of the resistance, which is kind of silly because I’m the only captain they have. People call me captain, too. I was an archmage for like, a week, ‘fore I gave that title up.” 

She taps her chin. “I went under the alias Bridget Fisher for a while, when I first ran away from home. And, I publish papers under a pseudonym but I’m contractually obligated not to tell you what it is.”

[The author/transcriber would like to interject here that she is under no such contract, unless she made one with herself. Which is entirely possible.]

4. What’s your gender?

“I’m a lady!” Talitha pauses, then snorts with laughter. “Well, okay, I’m definitely not a lady, but I am a girl. Female. Woman. Pick one.” 

5. What’s your sexuality?

“Pan, bi. Pick a label, honestly. I don’t care what they’re packin’, not packin’, or whatever. I can be attracted to any race or gender, so long as they’re, y’know, able to consent and shit.” Talitha shrugs. “I’ve been with lots of different kinds of people. Sexually. Not so much romantically. Don’t got time for that.”

6. Where are you from?

“Illuminara, city of light and learning, largest airship port in the east, and founding place of the College of Magus. Or the Magus College. That one’s a bit less of a mouthful.”

7. How old are you?

“Like, 29. I think. Pretty sure I’ll be hitting 30 soon. If I haven’t already. Damn. I really need to look at the calendar more...”

8. What is your magic form/what designation are you?

“I don’t know what that question means so I’m assuming it doesn’t apply to me.”

9. What does your human form look like?

“Short blonde hair. Like, really short. But a bit longer on the top so it kinda flops around a bit. Very cool looking, I know. Did it myself. With a knife. Because I felt like it. Then decided to keep it! 

“Um. Okay. I’m tallish. Not as tall as, like, an elf, but I’m pretty freakin’ tall. 5′6, I think? Maybe? Sounds right. Got kind of a boxy face. Y’know, square jaw, prominent cheekbones. Nose is crooked ‘cause I broke it once or twice. Maybe more, I don’t remember. Lots of bar fights, yeah?

“Tan, ‘cause I’m in the sun all the time. Got some freckles and moles too. Really should count those.” She pauses. “That’s a thing you do, right? Count ‘em? Whatever. I’m gonna do it. Anyway. Think that covers it, I guess?” 

10. What’s your aesthetic?

“Dark wood with moss growing on it. The ocean--calm, stormy, windy, and everything in between. Wind blowing through your hair. The stars. Old books. Maps upon maps upon maps. Compasses, sextants--which is a fun word to say, by the way--, pens and ink, handwritten pages. Spell runes and symbols, wards and glowing fingertips. Lighting streaking across the sky. Heavy boots and long coats, exposed midriffs and a bottle of alcohol.” 

11. Who’s your best friend?

“Lyr Inerra. He’s been my best friend since we were kids. Fancied myself in love with him once but, honestly, we’re just friends. He was the guy I lost my virginity to, though.

“Outside of Lyr my best friend would be either his twin sister, Ava, or my quartermaster, Larkin.” 

12. Would you ever get a piercing/tattoo?

“Yes. Have a couple tattoos already, actually. Got an anchor on my calf, above my ankle. A compass on my shoulder. Some cool runic symbols around my thigh. I wanna get a tattoo of my ship, but that’ll take forever, so I’m waiting.

“I want to get my nose pierced, but I do have several piercings in my ears.” 

13. When are you happiest?

“When I’m sailing the open sea. Particularly if the winds are strong, and blowing through my hair.”

14. What’s your biggest secret?

“You know, that’s not a question you just ask somebody. You know that, don’t you? I mean, come on, I’m the nosiest person I know and even I know better than to ask that question.”

[The author interjects that before the story started, Talitha had few secrets indeed. However, during the recovery of Weaver’s Bane, she developed a very big one...] 

15. Do you have a sidekick?

“Pfffft. Can I call Lyr my sidekick? Please? Where is he, I wanna tell him he’s my sidekick now...” Done with the questioning, Talitha wanders off, presumably to go irritate Lyr. 

tagging: @firesidefantasy; @quartzses; @waterfallwritings (because I wanna see one of ur other characters :D); @she-writes-love; @dogwrites (if you don’t want me to tag you in these things in the future pls let me know!!) 

[eldritchsurveys]

348.

How are you? >> Alive. You know how it goes. What would you say is your strongest felt emotion right now? >> At this moment? A kind of... restlessness. I don’t know how to word it since I generally don’t have to describe it, but it’s the feeling when my sensory environment is not ideal and I’m not at overload status but I just... I can’t focus on things very well and I feel disjointed and disconnected from things. It’s like feeling like the living embodiment of static, I guess. It’s not the absolute worst but it definitely puts the kibosh on doing anything more strenuous than, say, scrolling tumblr or watching dumb videos. ... Is this even an emotion? Whatever. Have you ever felt abandoned? >> Sure.  Do you think it’s stupid when girls act dumb to get attention? >> I think it’s silly when anyone acts dumb to get attention, but far be it from me to judge one’s methods unless they’re causing direct harm to me (which this wouldn’t). Where are you? >> In the... hmm. I’m not sure what to call this area of the house. The office? The parlour? An as-yet-undefined area of the Wayland house.

Have you ever wished on a shooting star? >> Nope. Did it come true? >> --- Are you talking to anyone at the moment? >> Nope. What’s been the worst part of this day? >> Just noise. But even so, today is a lot better on the sensory front than yesterday was. I’m actually glad I feel as stable as I do after yesterday, I thought I was going to feel worse. Do you have trust issues? >> I guess you could say that. Have you ever found an arrow head? >> No, I don’t remember that ever happening. Have you gave up any bad habits for someone? >> I don’t think so. Who is with you? >> Well, Sparrow and her parents and her sister and her nephew are all here, but they’re in different parts of the house. What can you not stop thinking about? >> Eh, my thoughts have been variable enough lately. I get stuck on certain things for a short while sometimes, but that’s just the way it goes. Is there anything you want or need right now? >> Nah. Do have faith in yourself? >> I have a varying sense of faith in myself from day to day, but I think at my core I have a pretty solid confidence in my ability to deal with shit, even if my emotional state at one time or another won’t let me access it. What about your goals? >> Do I have faith in my goals? I don’t really have any goals. Who last encouraged you to better yourself? >> Can Calah, as usual. Do you forgive easily? >> I don’t bother with forgiveness. I just let time and distance and self-support do the work of weakening the effects that people’s fuckshit has had on me, and then I do my best to let that fuckshit go. That’s all I need to do; this “forgiveness” business seems kind of extra and unnecessary. I know people do shit because of a variety of reasons, and I know my perception of shit is sometimes more negative than the other person’s, and blah blah blah. Whatever, man. I just want to focus on moving on. What has changed about you recently? >> How recent are we talking? Things about me change almost daily, man. Anything your excited about or looking forward to? >> I’m looking forward to just... regular stuff, like whatever shenanigans I get up to tomorrow, whatever my next outing is going to be, corn getting taller so I can make more Randall Flagg jokes...  Have you ever been called a slut or whore? >> Yeah. Are you honest when your friends ask you how they look? >> I don’t know how to answer that question. People generally just look like people to me, there’s no real opinion that I have about one outfit or one hairstyle over the other... I’m really the wrong person to ask. Ask Miranda Priestly, I’m sure she’d have a plethora of opinions on your outfit. What was the last thing that aggravated you? >> I was trying to finish my short conversation and the baby started crying, lmao. I know it’s not the baby’s fault etc etc but it’s just aggravating, I can’t help that either. In what part of your life so far, have you learnt the most about yourself? >> I guess the past 6 years or so. Are you more sad or happy right now? >> I’m not sad, so. Have you ever been in a fist fight? >> Yeah. Are you comfortable? >> Sure. Who do you miss? >> Irrelevant. Are things easier said than done? >> Well, sure, talking/typing is extremely easy. Acting on the things you say you believe in? Acting on what you claim to hold true values-wise/morals-wise? Getting up and doing something instead of ruminating or wishing or making endless to-do lists? Putting your fears aside and acting instead of letting your fears take charge? All of those things are incredibly difficult. And that’s not to say people who say and don’t do are all liars, or hypocrites, or whatever. Some are, of course. But really, Doing Shit is just fucking difficult and that should always be taken into account -- especially when we remember that sometimes Doing Shit is difficult for us too. What aggravates you most about people in general? >> I can’t think of anything and I really don’t feel like it anyway. Are your ears pierced? >> Yep. What did you last say out loud? >> I don’t remember. Who last left you completely distraught? >> Pfffft. What are you waiting on? >> Whatever is going on here to be done. I’m thinking laundry will be done soon but I don’t know if we’re staying for dinner or anything, so I guess I’m just waiting to find out. What’s on the t.v. at the moment? >> Sparrow is watching Ridiculousness in the living room. Do you like anything about being angry? >> Not really. It’s very overwhelming and I’m glad it’s an infrequent occurrence for me. Who did you last hug? >> Can Calah, probably. Did you have a summer job this year? >> No. What do you smell right now? >> Just House Smell(tm) or whatever. Nothing specific. Where do you wish you were? >> I’m fine here. I mean, being in my room always sounds best because it’s the one environment I have almost total control over, but honestly I can wait. The last thing you did before this? >> Aside from looking in the surveys tag for a survey, I was looking at my dashboard. Do you get surprises often? >> No. Name a crime you have committed? >> Shoplifting. Do you tell people when they get on your nerves? >> Not usually. I speak up when it’s, say, a person I live with and they’re doing something that I know I wouldn’t be able to deal with long-term. And even then, I try to frame it in a compromise-finding fashion. I don’t believe in just telling people what to do just because it’s best for me, but I also believe that I should speak up for myself, so that’s my middle ground. Do you have any regrets? >> No. Your in jail…who bails you out? >> I mean, I don’t know. Maybe Sparrow’s parents, lmao, but I would also assume that it would depend on what I was in there for (and how much the bail is, of course). Are you more artsy or sporty? >> I would lean more towards the artsy end of this binary. What emoticon smiley do you use the most? >> I use xD pretty frequently. Also ;D Are your feelings hurt easily? >> Not really, no. Even when my feelings are hurt, I get over it pretty quickly.  

[classicdaisycalico]

20 with sonic and blaze again with horse riding? Maybe blaze has a new equestrian riding outfit?

Angst/fluff Prompt List

Sonic was not prepared for any of this. There was Blaze, standing right before his eyes, in a brand new riding outfit.

It was absolutely fit for a princess, fitting her personal style almost perfectly, taking heavy inspiration from the outfit she usually wore when not partaking in sporting events. While the white gloves still remained the same, she now donned a dark purple jacket with a dark pink collar and silver buttons. In the place of pink and white heels were a pair of burgundy boots with silver buckles over a pair of white jodhpurs. Next to the cat, her Friesian steed Charlotte trotted proudly with her head held high.

In short, the princess was incredibly well put-together. Conversely, the blue hedgehog’s light blue jacket, navy pants, and red boots (complete with gold buckles) appeared painfully tacky in comparison. Even Sonic’s mustang, seemed uncharacteristically intimidated at the display.

Upon seeing Blaze and Charlotte greet them, all he could choke out was “Um...wow.”

She tilted her head to the side. “Wow...what?”

He cleared his throat, not wanting to trip over his words as they spilled out. “You look amazing tonight. I mean...wow. THAT is your riding outfit? That’s probably the most spectacular look I’ve ever seen.”

Her eyes widened at the compliment in surprise. “Oh...thank you,” she replied. “Amy helped me put this together before I got here.”

She looked up at Sonic’s horse. “I don’t believe you introduced me to...”

“Blue.” Sonic piped up sheepishly. “He’s a mustang. I know the name’s not very creative...but his show name kinda makes up for it!”

“And what is his show name?” she asked when she walked up to greet Blue.

“...Blue Storm.”

“I’m assuming this is because of his speed?” She stroked Blue’s nose, who snickered lightly when she did.

“...Yeah. He’s crazy fast. And he’s being real calm today. Maybe it’s because you’re here. You’ve always been real calm...he probably likes that.”

“Perhaps.”

She turned around and looked at Sonic. After a moment, she raised up a finger and lightly poked his shoulder, delivering a light smirk in his direction. “But I would say Charlotte is faster.”

His eyes narrowed in determination. “You really think so?”

“Is that not why we’re here, Sonic?” She raised an eyebrow. “You wanted to know which of our horses was faster, hence this race...that YOU suggested.”

She hopped up and mounted Princess Charlotte. “I’m ready whenever you are.”

He jumped onto Blue Storm in response. “Oh. It is ON.”

They trotted over to their places at the starting line, each with blinders equipped on their respective horses. “On my count?” Sonic inquired.

“On MY count.” Blaze said.

The blue hedgehog was incredibly taken aback by Blaze’s forwardness. What happened to the shy princess he first met so long ago? This was certainly a different side to her he wasn’t used to...

Not that he didn’t like it. It was an interesting side. Why didn’t she show it so often?

“Go!”

Blaze and Princess Charlotte took off in a flash, leaving Sonic and Blue Storm eating their dust all the way from their place at the starting line. “Come on, Stormy, you heard her! Let’s get moving!”

In an instant, Blue Storm bolted forward, as well, his gallop quickening in an attempt to catch up to Blaze and Princess Charlotte, who were already taking up the inner ring of the racetrack. The princess, who heard the footfalls behind her, made the mistake of glancing back behind her, briefly making her lose her focus, and before long, she faltered in rounding the first curve. Meanwhile, Sonic and Blue Storm were gaining traction and turned without any trouble.

Eventually, they rounded the curve and were well on their way into the next straightaway. He hadn’t kept track of how long he and Blaze had been racing so far, but he figured he was making some good time. Sonic wiped some sweat off his forehead. This race was really making him bring the heat.

That’s when it hit him. This wasn’t any ordinary heat...

Halfway through the straightaway, he felt Princess Charlotte sprint past him, leaving trails of flames in her wake with every gallop, courtesy of Blaze and her pyrokinesis. “Is that even legal?!” he squeaked in shock.

She laughed upon seeing the light leave his eyes. “Anything to win!”

The princess and her noble steed surged forward, ready to take on the last curve of the racetrack while taking advantage of Blue Storm slowing down. Not once looking back, they now approached the final straightaway, preparing their last push to the finish line.

This was it. Blaze was finally about to beat Sonic at his own speed game. Even the tailwind she felt behind her provided a good headway.

Unless that was Sonic’s revenge for her fire boost...

She felt the wind grow stronger behind her, enough to give her the answer she was looking for. The cat urged Princess Charlotte forward. “Almost there!”

With their last shred of energy, they pushed as hard as they could while trying to avoid giving Sonic and Blue Storm the lead, but it wasn’t much use. By the time they crossed the finish line, they were already neck and neck.

In a regular competition, there would have been cameras to catch the finish, and slowing down the footage would ultimately determine the winner. Unfortunately, there were no cameras running, which meant that the victory was too close to call.

Sonic was the first to slow down Blue and jump off. “So...” he grinned, shrugging his shoulders. “Who won?”

“I think...” Blaze pondered as she dismounted Charlotte. “that it was a tie.

“Pfffft.” The blue hedgehog shooed off the notion. “We all knew I had a major comeback in the end. Everybody knows you’ve gotta save your speed for the last push.”

“But you faltered on what should have been a strong start from the starting line,” she countered, walking up to Sonic. “And you let Blue get distracted. Speed is not always the first answer to competitions like these. Technique is equally as important to master, both for you and your horse.”

“Okay...so by that logic, you should work on those turns.”

“Yes, but at least I owned up to those mistakes.” She held out a hand to Sonic. “That was a good race. You really challenged me...and I admire that.”

He looked at it for a while, and then reached out to shake her hand. He had grown used to the idea of shaking hands as a goodbye ever since they first met. It was one of the things that never really changed since the beginning of their friendship, and he appreciated it a lot. It almost never made him want to let go of her hand.

“Sonic...are you all right?”

She was still holding on, the grip still firm. “Yeah,” he said, a hint of sadness in his voice. “I’m fine.”

“Good.” She let go of his hand and began running back toward Charlotte. “We should do this again some time1”

Hearing this definitely made up for the sudden cold where her warm hand used to be. “That’s...that’s a good idea!”

“Excellent.” She mounted her horse. “Thank you for this!”

And she rode off, leaving Sonic alone with Blue, a small smile on his face.

“You’re welcome.”

[reynie-muldoons]

'The Dance of the Celestial Orb' liveblog!

I have a pastry to munch on while I watch, let's get at it. Book and show spoilers below :)

EDIT: full liveblog has been recovered and posted, this is only partial!! Apologies, my original liveblog didnt save lol

I'm ✨nervous✨ please let our children be okay

0:10 this Sticky arc hurts me so kuch

1:35 this music is BUMPIN

2:22 I just wanna know how she got under there without the dude seeing her

2:47 "all systems go" for the Improvement 😬 yikes 😬😬😬

2:55 she didn't wait even 5 seconds after they left, the door was still closing when she popped up 😂 can you imagine if one of them doubled back right at that moment

3:18 they look like the dudes from that veggietales movie, I think it was Esther- the island of perpetual tickling?? Anyone??? 😂😂😂

4:00 Kate vented.......

4:51 "not a rat" yeah no shit

5:07 if not for the suspense, I would be jamming out lmaooo

6:10 Mr. Benedict is looking at the shoreline, is he about to watch Kate dive in???? Because I mean that's where she's gotta be going

6:20 "memory challenges"? Is Rhonda talking about Milligan's amnesia, or has short term memory been affected as well??

6:29 .....thank you for answering so efficiently 😂

6:42 "I buy it. I completely.... buy it." RHONDA THAT'S NOT HELPFUL AHSKSHDJKD

6:56 can you imagine seeing your friend go down in a sub then hours later seeing the sub float up in fucking PIECES

7:06 KATE! KATE! KATE! KATE!

7:06 please let it be reunion time

7:25 oh hello that's a drop

7:38 *to the tune of Bezos I* come on Katie u can do it pave the way put ur back into it

7:51 she craves that mineral

8:06 Sticky, my child

8:20 oh my gosh they went out and LOOKED FOR HER I care them 😭😭😭

8:23 SHE KNEW HIS DREAM SHE KNEW HIS DREAM TELEPATH TELEPATH TELEPATH

8:34 STICKY STOPPPP

8:40 "jumping to conclusions is a failure of character" wow that really is something Curtain would say

8:52 angry Reynie. He is in rare form

8:54 "and you helped put her there!" OOOOOOOH I SCREAMED

9:03 "I shouldn't have yelled" okay but you kinda should have Sticky needs a wake up call

9:06 "dont apologize. I like this side of you." IS THIS THE START OF REYNIE AND CONSTANCE HAVING THE BEST SIBLING RELATIONSHIP

9:22 "if you really scared about me, you'd want me to be happy instead of standing there telling me who I am" oh Sticky my dude I am NOT digging the manipulation

9:36 Reynie pulling out the BFF card!!! Also Reynie digging in his feet because he knows he's right!!!! That's great setup for his arc as a strategist later

9:48 "I'm telling you, Kate's fine." Narrator: Kate was not, in fact, fine.

10:03 "they'll notice." Sticky has made one (1) good point.

10:11 oh dear god are they fingerprinting this bitch

10:19 all this equipment, has no one walked up to the cliff and looked down???

10:23 HAHAHAHA WAIT THEY HAVEN'T

10:27 "we've been out here all night" that means Kate has been clinging to a cliff by her fingers and toes ALL NIGHT????

11:04 babe I know it's been a long night but maybe wait a second for them to actually leave before you climb back up

11:15 BUCKET NO

11:22 she has to go get it. There's no way someone wouldn't find that shit, it's in plain view

11:37 "WAS"???? WHY ARE WE SAYING WAS????? NO PAST TENSE HERE MILLIGAN'S FINE

11:43 "I only wish we could've known him better" NOOOP NONONO WE'RE NOT DOING THIS

11:47 Rhonda back at it as the voice of reason!!!!!

11:59 "I have never met a more competent swimmer" throwback to the baaAAAYYYY

12:10 MR. BENEDICT'S FACE HAHAHAHA HOLD ON LET ME TAKE A PICTURE OM DYING

12:11 NUMBER TWO, NOT HELPING

12:14 RHONDA'S FACE HAHENDJDKDN

12:33 "we will go rescue him" because of COURSE he would

12:36 Rhonda is his best wingwoman omfg she's so consistent

12:54 MISS PERUMAL??????

12:56 MISS PERUMAL!!!!!!

13:00 SHE KNOWS HE'S RIGHT GAKSHDBDHEKSNND

13:09 "how hard can it be? It's an island!" PFFFFT

13:16 oh SQ baby boy please get out of there

13:25 "I certainly have my own suspicions" he said, looking at SQ why are you looking at SQ like that

13:31 SQ GET OUT OF THERE PLEASE IS2G

13:36 here we fuckin go

13:43 the captions have the f in forest capitalized like it's this special place

13:43 new hc that the Forest is a magical place like pixie hollow

13:57 TWO THINGS: 1. YES stand up for yourself baby!!!! 2. Shepard Quaid? Interesting! I don't think we ever got SQ's full name in the books, I hope TLS made that decision!

14:08 your "father hat"??? Oh my gosh shut the fuck up right there don't even continue

14:16 oh yeah real fuckin cute put on your "steward of this institution hat" and call that a good reason to be a shit person

14:43 "No." GOOD FOR HIMMMM GOOD JOB SQ

15:03 Kate's struggling right by the shore where a certain someone would be returning after a very hard swim, it would be a great time for a meeting wouldn't you think

15:09 KATE THE GREAT

15:11 "THE TRAPESE GODDESS" I WILL REFER TO HER AS NOTHING ELSE

15:26 sorry but that green screen of her falling was kinda funny

15:28 soooooo is someone, a very certain someone, gonna catch her...??????

15:36 YEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH

15:43 IS THIS IT????@?@?!?

15:46 awww poor baby girl you can tell how tired she is

15:46 just putting this out there they look so good in frame together

15:46 the actor who plays Milligan is fucking huge in stature so I wasn't sure how that would go but it looks so good

16:00 THE WAY HE'S LOOKING AT HER WITH HIS HAND ON HER SHOULDER I CANT DO THISSSSS

16:20 "keep going." 😭😭😭😭😭

16:23 "you dont understand." Ohhhh I think he does

16:25 "I think I do." What did I tell you, he's got your back babygirl

16:45 I'm so glad she's talking this out, and with Milligan of all people

17:01 it makes so much sense for Kate to feel alone in that situation, and when Kate feels anything less than positive she goes and does something, whatever that something is.

17:05 "So.. I...." "fell off a cliff and nearly died." Thanks for putting things into perspective Milligan

17:05 Milligan is such a good dad stop

17:19 "most of the way" is an understatement LMFAO

17:29 I'm so glad we know the intimate details of Milligan's illustrious swimming abilities 😂 out of all the new things wfrom the show that one wasnt on my radar

WAIT WAIT HOLD UP DID THE REST OF MY LIVEBLOG NOT SAVE

How DARE

[dolltale]

Ryu talks

Here is some incredible meme fanart! XD

@kirango-rouge pfffft!!! Omg! Poor Sansy! Getting stolen like that! XD

Nooooo! Sans! Someone save him!! Please save my smol bean! Catch that mean bird! ｡･ﾟﾟ･o（ｉДｉ）o･ﾟﾟ･｡

Now I’m gonna have to watch out for birds too? not just doggos? ... ok XD

((I love this! It made me laugh so hard! Especially that tiny “help me” from Sans. And me screaming after the bird *wheezes* X’D))

@kirango-rouge let’s imagine this is my worst nightmare XD

Cause yeah there was a very very high possibility for it to happen since the photo shoot took more than 1h ^_^;;;

But omg! That angry gator! And Sans’ face!!! Hahahahahahaha! I LOVE IT! I’m oblivious but I have a feeling that wouldn’t last long X’D

Thank you so much for both of these!! I laughed so hard at both! They are brilliant! And the stuff of nightmares for me XD

@kirango-rouge thank you for this ask! I love talking about my doggos X3

Ok it’s a little long story but I’ll keep it short. When I was a kid my sis and I found the anime Cowboy Bebop and if you watched it you know that it has cutest smartest corgi called Ein in it :3

We fell in love instantly and it took us a bit to realise Ein is based on a real breed. When we did we immediately wanted to get one but corgies didn’t ever exist in my country and we had a dog at that time anyway. A few years passed and there was an Euro dog show held in my city. I wasn’t much interested but when I found out there would be 40 corgies attending I couldn’t miss it! XD

So we went and found a few breeders, two months later Luna was with us! We went all the way to the Checz Republic for her! And by November we got Gugi from Poland. We got them both cause we wanted to spread the corgi breed in my country. And we managed! There are more than 40 corgies living here now! it makes me just so happy X3

Aron is their son from the first litter. He stayed a little longer and we just couldn’t give him to anyone (≧◡≦)♥

Hope this answers your question! let me know if you wanna hear more :D

[rainofaugustsith]

Mandalorian Party

I can’t find the original post on Tumblr despite my best efforts. But I am reposting because this is on of my favorite shorts I’ve written about them. No smut, just Viri acting weird. Set during Chapter 14 of KOTFE when the Outlander is invited to a Mandalorian party.   *** “I don’t want to go to this,” Viri mutters, pacing through the bridge on the small Alliance starship. “I suppose it would be bad form to politely decline.” ”You need to gain as much respect from the Mandalorians as you can,” Theron says. “Backing out would be seen as rude.” The Alliance’s core team is on Darvannis, working with the Mandalorians, and they’ve been invited to a party. For the clans, ‘party’ implies a night of utter bacchanalia, and Viri is concerned. ”Some of them know you from Rishi, but Khomo Fett’s clan isn’t happy to see a Sith,” Lana says. “I’ve heard some of the chatter. Walking away from their ceremony wouldn’t help with that. Unfortunately I don’t think there’s a way out.” ”And I suppose if I’m there, they will compel me to drink.” Viri puts her hands on her hips. “Just have a glass of their liquor and call it a night,” Theron says. “I doubt they’ll be watching you more than that.” ”You don’t understand. I don’t drink. It doesn’t take very much to make me drunk. Mandalorian liquor was the stuff of legend back in the Empire. Two sips of it and I’ll be out.” “Damn, I wish I had access to the SIS medicine cabinet right now,” Theron remarks, pacing. ”Likewise. Sith Intelligence could have handled this,” Lana says. ”What are you talking about?” Viri asks. ”There was a medication that was used by our agents,” Theron explains. “It significantly increased their ability to process alcohol without getting drunk. Made it possible for our people to knock back a few and blend into the crowd while questioning a source or observing.” ”We had something similar in Sith Intelligence,” Lana says. “If only we had that on hand now.” ”So what do we do?” Viri says. ”Viri, don’t worry. You know I’ll watch over you,” Lana says. ”You’ll have to drink too.” ”I have a bit more tolerance than you do,” Lana replies with a smile. “Yes, I’ll drink, but it takes more than a few to do anything to me. I will still be able to monitor the situation.” ”I like that idea,” Theron says. “I can handle a lot myself. So I’ll keep an eye on you too, and ensure nothing untoward happens while you’re drunk. One of us will be with you at all times. We’ll walk you back to the ship as soon as we can.” “All right,” Viri says. “Let’s do this.” * The party is already in full swing when Lana, Theron and Viri peek their heads into the tent. ”Finally, our Sith friends grace us with their presence,” Khomo says. “We like to make an entrance,” Viri smiles grandly. ”I bet,” Khomo says, offering her a glass. “But that’s not how we earn respect here.” Viri knocks back the drink in one gulp. “How’s that?” The Mandalorians applaud, but Khomo shakes his head. “One drink? Pfffft.” ”Fill it up again, then,” Viri says, and holds out the empty glass. She chugs the second drink, and the third, and then dashes the glass against the floor. ”Not bad,” Khomo says. “You might not be so bad after all.” ”Here, I saved space for you,” Torian says quickly, escorting them to an empty space on one of the bunk beds. Lana and Viri jump up. “Thanks,” Viri says. “Anything else we need to do?” ”Just shout a lot,” Torian says wryly. ”Torian, show me around,” Theron asks. ”Good idea,” Torian replies. “Follow me.” Lana and Viri watch them disappear into the crowd. They perch on the edge of the bunk bed, watching the Mandalorian warriors around them fire their blasters and brawl. It’s an impressive display of power. “No scrapping with the outsiders or Torian,” Shae calls across the room. “They’re mission critical tomorrow. Break your own skulls.” “Killjoy,” Khomo grouses. Shae glances over at Lana and Viri. “You two good?” ”Fucking amazing,” Viri replies. ”Good to know. Enjoy the party.” Shae winds her way across the room. “How are you doing?” Lana mutters in Sith. She can feel intoxication spreading through Viri’s Force signature at an alarming rate. ”The room is spinning,” Viri answers honestly. “I’ve got you,” Lana tells her, squeezing her hand. “Just yell when everyone else does.” ”I can manage that,” Viri replies wearily, as the alcohol seeps through her veins.

* They yell. They cheer, They don’t have blasters so they shout especially loud when the guns go off. From their vantage point on the bunk bed, they’re doing a good job of appearing engaged with the celebration. Viri is drooping against Lana’s shoulder, totally drunk. Lana is weighing the possible ways to get Viri out of the room when a male Mandalorian approaches them. “Care for a dance?” the warrior slurs, holding out his hand to Lana. ”No,” Lana says. ”Why not?” the man says belligerently. ”Because I said no,” Lana replies. She calmly stares down the Mandalorian until he walks away. When he’s out of sight, Viri snorts with laughter behind her hand, and conspiratorially pulls Lana close to whisper in her ear. ”He didn’t know you like girls.” ”Amusing, indeed,” Lana snickers. No sooner are the words out of her mouth than a female warrior approaches them. ”Two delights. My, my. You’re too tall for me. But you – can I get you a drink, babe?” the woman says to Lana. ”No.” ”Your loss,” she sneers, and walks away. Viri giggles again and pulls Lana close. “Everyone cares for my Lana.” ”Your Lana only cares about you.” Lana whispers back. ”And the tree.” ”What tree?” Viri nods toward the wall. “The tree that’s talking to me.” “We need to get you out of here,” Lana groans to herself. Theron approaches, drink in hand. ”How’s she doing?” he mutters, looking around furtively. ”She just told me a tree was talking to her.” “She really wasn’t kidding,” Theron mutters. “Wow. Never thought the Empire’s Wrath would be a lightweight.” “Hello, nice man,” Viri slurs. “You’re funny when you’re drunk.” ”I’m always funny. Funny. Funnnnnny. I like that word.” Viri drapes her arms across Lana’s shoulders and leans in. “Dance with me.” Lana puts her hands on Viri’s hips and rests her forehead against Viri’s. “My brat. You want to dance, hmmm? Let’s.” If nothing else, it will keep her upright… Lama holds her close as they sway to the drumbeats slightly. She has to get out of here soon. This cover isn’t going to hold. ”Ready to go home?” Lana asks her, smiling. When Viri nods, she takes her hand, helps her down off the bed, and leads her to the exit. ”Leaving so soon?” Khomo Fett calls out. ”We have things to do,” Lana replies, smiling as lasciviously as she can. When the Mandalorians hoot and applaud, she leads Viri out of the tent. Theron is only a step behind them. He clandestinely puts a hand on Viri’s shoulder to keep her from staggering as they lead her back to the ship. * Viri starts taking off her clothes the minute the shuttle door closes. ”Whoa. I’m still here,” Theron says. “Keep that shirt on, please.” Viri turns and looks blearily at him. “Who are you? Why are you here? Where’s my tree?” ”Yeah. She’s out of it,” Theron says. “Do you need help with her?” ”No, we’ll be fine,” Lana says, hooking one arm around Viri’s waist to steady her. “I can see why she didn’t want to drink.” Theron reflects. “She’s really bad.” ”I do, too. This is terrible. But she did warn us,” Lana says, and escorts Viri to their cabin. * ”You’re not going to brush your teeth, are you?” Lana says wearily. Viri has been playing in the fresher sink for the past ten minutes, but hasn’t done much in the way of cleaning up. “Look. It’s water,” Viri says, studying the faucet intently. “We have a magic river!” ”You know what, I give up,” Lana says. She hooks her arm around Viri’s waist again and leads her back to the bedroom. Viri’s divested herself of all her clothing, and Lans decides it’s not worth the trouble to try to get her into pajamas. ”I need to wash up. Stay there,” Lana says, depositing Viri on the bed. She hands her belt to Viri. “Here. Look at the shiny.” ”Sweeeet,” Viri whispers, fascinated by the way the light plays off the metal. Lana washes up, changes and brushes her teeth as quickly as she can. When she returns to the cabin, Viri is draped over the side of the bed. ”I don’t feel so good.” “Do you need to vomit?” Lana says, looking toward the fresher again. ”No. I think it’s the jawas.” ”What jawas?” ”The one there,” Viri says, pointing to a corner of the room. “He’s poisoning me.” ”Viri, go to sleep,” Lana says, tucking her under the covers. ”You’re cute, Lana,” Viri says. She tries to kiss Lana, and Lana gently grabs her shoulders and pushes her back. ”Love,” Lana tells her. “You can’t consent right now. You don’t know what you’re doing. You’re drunk.” ”I thought you liked me!” Viri slurs. “I care deeply for you. Which is why we aren’t doing a thing right now.” Lana scoops Viri into her arms. “Let’s get some sleep.” ”Spoilsport,” Viri snaps belligerently, but Lana holds her gently, talking quietly to her, and it’s not long before she’s fast asleep. * Morning. Viri’s head is splitting and her stomach is queasy. When she wakes, it takes a moment to remember where she is. The bed is empty and Lana’s at the small table in the cabin, pouring caf. ”Good morning, lover. How are you feeling?” ”Like I’ve been trampled. What happened yesterday?” Viri rubs her head and rolls out of bed, wrapping a blanket around herself. She gratefully accepts some caf from Lana. ”I understand now why you don’t like drinking,” Lana observes. “Wow.” ”You’ll have to tell me about all the imaginary friends I had,” Viri says, taking a long sip of the caf. “Please tell me it was enough to earn the Mandalorians’ goodwill. Please tell me we won’t have to do this again.” Lana nods. “They were impressed. Mission accomplished.” “You kept me safe.” ”That was the most important mission,” Lana says, kissing her. “I’ve always got you.”