#the blog will be taking the same old route

[tlou-obsessed]

For anyone who might remember, this is tlouobsessed, I impulsively deleted my blog a few months ago. I used to make analysis posts on the last of us episodes and occasionally wrote a ficlet or two, I have truly missed it on here and need the comfort again, life has been...not so lovely and I desperately need the distractions . Anyways this is like a Hello Again.

[modelxis]

Do you have any mmzx oc?

I do, actually! you can check the mmzx oc in my search tag (i should make a separate tags for OCs and my arts on this blog)

tbh, i can't really say much💦

Not that i want to keep them as secret, more like my head is a messy place, even i forgot details from times to times Also like, i tend to re-use NPCs and give them roles...so...saying they are my OCs are... not correct😅

well, i can give you a quick run down about them here if you're interested in reading my messy writing

🛵Giro Express transporter

these two are the one so far that i'm fine with the designs (they are adopts from @/noeggets (go check them out, really cool artist) these aren't their real names, rather code-names that they used to hide their true identities, or precisely their old past 🛵Blue-hair girl is Mint, she focus on communicating with customers and all the paper works jobs, she good at hacking, has trouble with addiction which confuse a lot of people cuz' why a Reploid has that sort of problem, she actually exists since mmz era, and know Rouge, the operator of the Resistance. She was one of few people that works inside NA and help the Resistance by giving coordination to Rouge so Zero can have a safe transportation into certain areas. 🛵Purple hair girl is Campanula (the flower, Canterbury bells), a human (she is in mid 20s, just very short) , mainly works in storage, she is a skilled mechanic so she tend to helps with fixing the vehicles, mainly Aile because Aile tend to go into far more restricted-dangerous zones, sometimes the Guardian base would require her helps, despite her cheerfulness and outgoing attitude at first glance, she has troubles express her true thoughts and critics unless she feel comfortable around you.

(not final design) 🛵His name is Tomi, Yes, he count as an employees, he "disguise" himself as a motorcycle for delivering, mainly Aile use him. a mavericks gone "rouge" cuz' he got effected by the virus which was made by Campanula, it's not that he became more docile or kind, altho Campanula made sure he is incapable of attacking specifically her, he just...become more self-aware of his existence and decided that he prefer using his skill for st else other than be treated as a secondary mini-boss. He does genuinely like Campanula due to her carefulness when its come to machines, even to Mavericks like him. Other than her, Aile is another one that he also like because she impressed him with her riding skills (think of all the stunt from GTA video games) which lead to him admiring human tendency to seek danger as some sort of fun challenges. (he is one of the few OCs that i considered to be the oldest cuz' i had this concept for a long time ever since i played mmz)

(not final design, also thank you @/tyrantchimera for the sketch! Check their blog out, they are both cool artist and writer) 🛵Her name is Lake, she named it herself (or you can say OP is very uncreative when it comes to naming, lol) Another Mavericks gone "rouge", she became docile when failed to fully control Model L. she is one of few test subjects for Serpent to check how he can manipulate Ciel's biometals for his troops, Leviathan's subconscious "convinced" Lake to turn good which she success and Lake managed to escaped Serpent's controls but failed to take model L with her. She encountered Aile post-Ouroboros downfall, helping to pinpoint the leftover pieces of model Ws to ensure they stayed dead. (Aile didn't reveal Vent who was helping them finding the pieces, why tho? no idea currently, lol...) Then later on, she was saved by Aile and worked as some sort of submarine to transport packages and all sort of heavy stuffs across sea.

❌Others

(not the final design) This old Reploid guy is Leo (funny enough, he is "younger" than Mint) He was made around the same time as Prometheus and Pandora (he doesn't know them but aware of their reputation) but instead of staying youthful, he remain as old (simply for aesthetic choice, "old-looking people are cool") He is a skilled mechanic, also a trader for rare parts and "illegal" equipments for people who don't want Legion's eyes on them (especially with the news about Master Albert gone Mavericks, lots more people been looking into this type of service)

Well, these are the one that has designs I have a loooot more, but they are all from a long time ago, and i do wish i can find those old papers again but not like i will reuse the designs.

well, i hope some of these make sense if you managed to read it all.

[animalpetcel]

I love how Carnelian Blood made me re-fulfill my promise to return to the DL fandom (I left bc I had more passionate interest at the time and wasn't interested in Chaos Lineage but if it got new characters I told myself I'd return) and it's like stepping into a time capsule

things, for better or worse, have no changed

[jadevine]

Preindustrial travel, and long explanations on why different distances are like that

Update March 1, 2024: Hey there folks, here's yet another update! I reposted Part 2a (the "medieval warhorses" tangent) to my writing blog, and I went down MORE of the horse-knowledge rabbit hole! https://www.tumblr.com/jadevine/741423906984951808/my-post-got-cut-off-so-i-added-the-rest-of-it Update Jan 30, 2024: Hey folks, I've posted the updated version of this post on my blog, so I don't have to keep frantically telling everyone "hey, that's the old version of this post!" https://thebalangay.wordpress.com/2024/01/29/preindustrial-travel-times-part-1/

I should get the posts about army travel times and camp followers reformatted and posted to my blog around the end of the week, so I'll filter through my extremely tangled thread for them.

Part 2 - Preindustrial ARMY travel times: https://www.tumblr.com/jadevine/739342239113871360/now-for-a-key-aspect-that-many-people-often-ask

Part 2a - How realistic warhorses look and act, because the myth of "all knights were mounted on huge clunky draft horses" just refuses to die: https://www.tumblr.com/jadevine/732043691180605440/helpful-things-for-action-writers-to-remember

Part 3 - Additional note about camp followers being regular workers AND sex-workers: https://www.tumblr.com/jadevine/740604203134828544/reblogging-the-time-looped-version-of-my

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I saw a post on my main blog about how hiking groups need to keep pace with their slowest member, but many hikers mistakenly think that the point of hiking is "get from Point A to Point B as fast as possible" instead of "spending time outdoors in nature with friends," and then they complain that a new/less-experienced/sick/disabled hiker is spoiling their time-frame by constantly needing breaks, or huffing and puffing to catch up.

I run into a related question of "how long does it take to travel from Point A to Point B on horseback?" a lot, as a fantasy writer who wants to be SEMI-realistic; in the Western world at least, our post-industrial minds have largely forgotten what it's like to travel, both on our own feet and in groups.

People ask the new writer, "well, who in your cast is traveling? Is getting to Point B an emergency or not? What time of year is it?", and the newbies often get confused as to why they need so much information for "travel times." Maybe new writers see lists of "preindustrial travel times" like a primitive version of Google Maps, where all you need to do is plug in Point A and Point B.

But see, Google Maps DOES account for traveling delays, like different routes, constructions, accidents, and weather; you as the person will also need to figure in whether you're driving a car versus taking a bus/train, and so you'll need to figure out parking time or waiting time for the bus/train to actually GET THERE.

The difference between us and preindustrial travelers is that 1) we can outsource the calculations now, 2) we often travel for FUN instead of necessity.

The general rule of thumb for preindustrial times is that a healthy and prime-aged adult on foot, or a rider/horse pair of fit and prime-aged adults, can usually make 20-30 miles per day, in fair weather and on good terrain.

Why is this so specific? Because not everyone in preindustrial times was fit, not everyone was healthy, not everyone was between the ages of 20-35ish, and not everyone had nice clear skies and good terrain to travel on.

If you are too far below 18 years old or too far past 40, at best you will need either a slower pace or more frequent breaks to cover the same distance, and at worst you'll cut the travel distance in half to 10 or so miles. Too much walking is VERY BAD on too-young/old knees, and teenagers or very short adults may just have short legs even if they're fine with 8-10 hours of actual walking. Young children may get sick of walking and pitch a fit because THEY'RE TIREDDDDDDDDDD, and then you might need to stay put while they cry it out, or an adult may sigh and haul them over their shoulder (and therefore be weighed down by about 50lbs of Angry Child).

Heavy forests, wetlands and rocky hills/mountains are also going to be a much shorter "distance" per day. For forests or wetlands, you have to account for a lot of villagers going "who's gonna cut down acres of trees for one road? NOT ME," or "who's gonna drain acres of swamp for one road? NOT ME." Mountainous regions have their traveling time eaten by going UP, or finding a safer path that goes AROUND, so by the time you're done slogging through drier patches of wetlands or squeezing through trees, a deceptively short 10-15 miles in rough terrain might take you a whole day to walk instead of the usual half-day.

If you are traveling in freezing winters or during a rainstorm (and this inherently means you HAVE NO CHOICE, because nobody in preindustrial times would travel in bad weather if they could help it), you run the high risk of losing your way and then dying of exposure or slipping and breaking your neck, just a few miles out of the town/village.

Traveling in TOO-HOT weather is just as bad, because pushing yourself too hard and getting dehydrated at noon in the tropics will literally kill you. It's called heat-STROKE, not "heat-PARTY."

And now for the upper range of "traveling on horseback!"

Fully mounted groups can usually make 30-40 miles per day between Point A and Point B, but I find there are two unspoken requirements: "Point B must have enough food for all those people and horses," and "the mounted party DOESN'T need to keep pace with foot soldiers, camp followers, or supply wagons."

This means your mounted party would be traveling to 1) a rendezvous point like an ally's camp or a noble's castle, or 2) a town/city with plenty of inns. Maybe they're not literally going 30-40 miles in one trip, but they're scouting the area for 15-20 miles and then returning to their main group. Perhaps they'd be going to an allied village, but even a relatively small group of 10-20 warhorses will need 10-20 pounds of grain EACH and 20-30 pounds of hay EACH. 100-400 pounds of grain and 200-600 pounds of hay for the horses alone means that you need to stash supplies at the village beforehand, or the village needs to be a very large/prosperous one to have a guaranteed large surplus of food.

A dead sprint of 50-60 miles per day is possible for a preindustrial mounted pair, IF YOU REALLY, REALLY HAVE TO. Moreover, that is for ONE day. Many articles agree that 40 miles per day is already a hard ride, so 50-60 miles is REALLY pushing the envelope on horse and rider limits.

NOTE: While modern-day endurance rides routinely go for 50-100 miles in one day, remember that a preindustrial rider will not have the medical/logistical support that a modern endurance rider and their horse does.

If you say "they went fifty miles in a day" in most preindustrial times, the horse and rider's bodies will get wrecked. Either the person, their horse, or both, risk dying of exhaustion or getting disabled from the strain.

Whether you and your horse are fit enough to handle it and "only" have several days of defenselessness from severe pain/fatigue (and thus rely on family/friends to help you out), or you die as a heroic sacrifice, or you aren't QUITE fit enough and become disabled, or you get flat-out saved by magic or another rider who volunteers to go the other half, going past 40 miles in a day is a "Gondor Calls For Aid" level of emergency.

As a writer, I feel this kind of feat should be placed VERY carefully in a story: Either at the beginning to kick the plot off, at the climax to turn the tide, or at the end.

Preindustrial people were people--some treated their horses as tools/vehicles, and didn't care if they were killed or disabled by pushing them to their limits, but others very much cared for their horses. They needed to keep them in working condition for about 15-20 years, and they would not dream of doing this without a VERY good reason.

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UPDATE January 13: Several people have gotten curious and looked at maps, to find out how a lot of cities are indeed spread out at a nice distance of 20-30 miles apart! I love getting people interested in my hyperfixations, lol.

But remember that this is the space between CITIES AND TOWNS. There should never be a 20-mile stretch of empty wilderness between City A and Town B, unless your world explains why folks are able to build a city in the middle of nowhere, or if something has specifically gone wrong to wipe out its supporting villages!

Period pieces often portray a shining city rising from a sea of picturesque empty land, without a single grain field or cow pasture in sight, but that city would starve to death very quickly in preindustrial times.

Why? Because as Bret Devereaux mentions in his “Lonely Cities” article (https://acoup.blog/2019/07/12/collections-the-lonely-city-part-i-the-ideal-city/), preindustrial cities and towns must have nearby villages (and even smaller towns, if large and prosperous enough!) to grow their food for them.

The settlements around a city will usually be scattered a few miles apart from each other, usually clustered along the roads to the city gates. Those villages and towns at the halfway point between cities (say 10-15 miles) are going to be essential stops for older/sick folks, merchants with cargo, and large groups like noble’s retinues and army forces.

Preindustrial armies and large noble retinues usually can’t make it far past 10-12 miles per day, as denoted in my addition to this post. (https://www.tumblr.com/jadevine/739342239113871360/now-for-a-key-aspect-that-many-people-often-ask )

[katzebruh]

Yo, hey man!

Accident Swap, does Marinette even *care* about Lila in your AU, or is she just another nuisance she can brush off?

Does Lila try to say Ladynoir is evil because of all the destruction, or does she go Canon Route with "Ladybug/Ladynoir and me? We're best friends!"?

Hey!

Marinette does care about Lila but not in the same way, she doesn't want her lies hurting her friends. In my AU they don't believe the bad things she says about Mari cause like- they know her. But like people often are, they give her the benefit of the doubt, and Lila is smart, she realizes she can't just lie about anything, especially since the class does actually know celebrities. She plays the long con game, having to take a different more subtle approach, she blames Marinette for making it harder for her to get what she wants. Marinette tries to keep tabs on her but there's only so much she can do, especially with her responsibilities, so there are people who fall on Lila's side, but none of them are Marinette's friends. (Kagami would never believe this girl over Marinette. I'm sorry, but no)

Lila pretends she's close with Mr. Bug in this AU, she has seen how Lady Noire isn't publicly loved as much and jumps on that, this is what gets her more popularity, since Adrien is a sweet boy, he doesn't want to publicly humiliate Lila, especially since it might draw Hawkmoths attention to her. In this AU Alya of course is start struck with the idea of Lila knowing Mr. Bug, but isn't irrational enough to place that in her blog to make her a target. So it just remains in their group that Lila told, Adrien coming as Mr. Bug to prove her wrong might end up causing more problems in his head. She does start spreading rumours to gain more interest from their friend group, jumping on the narrative that Mr. Bug had told her he doesn't really like Lady Noire, the public isn't really aware how much she does because it's the miraculous ladybugs that fix everything, so he must be the one in charge. Lila also spreads rumours that she has actually talked with Lady Noire and just insults her character, lying about how she doesn't care about Paris and that she generally was really rude. Lila doesn't actually care about the heroes, but she realized it was an easy way to get attention and trust from the classmates as long as she was careful about it, people are easily swayed by gossip and fear. Alya was on her side up until she was Rena Rouge, quickly deleted all the old theories Lila helped her come up with from her blog after that. (She becomes Rena after Lila is introduced in my AU).

I hope that answered the questions! I got a bit sidetracked while typing this, on the phone it's hard to scroll up and down without it glitching akdnlaf

[punksocks]

Birthday Observations (Capricorn Placements)

*Just based on my observations, only take what resonates

(Today’s my birthday -woo- so I thought I’d put together some observations I’ve noticed about Capricorn placements)

-Capricorn in the big 6 (especially moon) are forced to grow up so fast. Usually, because they’re born to a family with some sort of immaturity in the adults. Because of this these placements usually have to reparent themselves at some point, and this can be why Capricorn placements tend to have more fun in their lives after 25-30

-Sometimes I feel like we forget that in old astrology Aquarius and Capricorn have the same ruler, Saturn. I believe this is why Capricorns can find themselves innovating or even find themselves being stand out loners

-Speaking of Saturn, Capricorn heavy people tend to have to break generational curses or they’ll end up victim to the same circumstances (but they can fall into the same patterns easily)

-Capricorns tend to have such a dry sense of humor because humor is how we cope with all the stress and madness. When things get more lighthearted (and when developed) Capricorns can be much less serious and heavy individuals

-Capricorn mercuries may struggle with expressing themselves in their youth, and even as they get older they may have a hard time opening up and sharing details about their thoughts.

-I think the constant theme with Capricorn placements is taking time and being very deliberate in their processes. Capricorn Asc tend to be a bit slow paced in how they act and react (not in a lacking way, just very deliberate). Capricorn suns grow into their identity and how to express it often after their early 20s, Capricorn moons need time an space to understand and process the emotions they’re feeling, Capricorn mercuries need time to respond and often carefully consider what they’ll say next, Capricorn venuses often don’t fully embrace their beauty until after their mid 20s and they tend to have better luck in love and relationships after this point as well, Capricorn marses tend to need time to achieve their goals, even when they move toward them with consistency, etc

-Underdeveloped Capricorn placements can be super competitive and try to out pace you in everything that you do better than them. (Capricorn suns will try to undermine your achievements and attention, Capricorn venus will try to make you feel ugly and try to throw shade on your style/friendships/romantic options, etc)

-Capricorns don’t enjoy inefficient behavior, they may complain about a process that doesn’t seem to be logical in all steps and may streamline the process if they can.

-The biggest lesson I’m trying to learn as a Capricorn is when to rest. There’s always more work that can be done and it’s hard to mentally step away without feeling guilty or unproductive.

-I always felt some kinda way about The Devil tarot card being for Capricorns— but I will say it is a sign that is commonly tempted to chase after means (like Capricorn venus dating someone for money). Capricorns love respect and security so they can sell out their soul for this if they’re not self aware.

-I just barely started reading Alice Sparkly Kat’s Post Colonial Astrology book, but there and on her blog she makes a great point that “Capricorns have never been corporate”. I have a theory that conformity can be a great detriment to Capricorn placements (even if just on a spiritual level). But Saturn repeated his father’s ruthless attitude around power and was cut down by his sons. Capricorns can find themselves succeeding down these conventional paths and then they end up suffering personally. Or, as was my experience, these conventional paths never quite open up to you and you face more and more challenges in this route and can never quite match their progress to their ambitions. Capricorns tend to benefit much more when they create their own path (I’ve found that this true for business as well as other areas of life).

[verystrxxwberry]

MCL; the routes with a writer!reader

♪¸¸.•*¨*•. ♪¸¸.•*¨*•. ♪¸¸.•*¨*•. ♪¸¸.•*¨*•. 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: SFW, routes x reader, fluff, not requested. ↝ 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: I had this idea posted on my old blog and I wanted to rewrite it with MCL routes. I hope you like it! Remember that writing should be an enjoyable process even though it takes patience and time to get a good result. Make sure to stay properly rested so your mind can avoid the writer’s block! (I’m going through it now lol, but currently fighting on ending with it)

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NATHANIEL

Impressed, very impressed. He knew since the beginning that you invested your time and effort in writing, and he loves the passion you show towards it. Nathaniel is the kind of person who notices when someone is doing their best in something they like, and he finds it admirable. That’s why he is one of your biggest supporters.

He might not be the most creative guy, yet he is very attentive and has a great memory. So when you’re rambling about any character, the plot of your book or some random ideas, he might remember them all and give you his honest opinion. No matter the genre you’re writing about, no matter if he’d normally be interested or not, he will be your beta reader.

Nathaniel likes the peaceful environment when you’re writing, the sound of you writing on your notebook or typing in your laptop. He might give you space so you can focus, or simply be around in the same room as he keeps himself busy with other stuff.

He will be very aware of the time you spend writing, checking on you now and then to know if you need a tea, if you’re feeling good and how is the novel going. Nathaniel knows that there’s a point in which your brain needs to rest, but he gives you the time to squeeze your brain to release all the ideas you’ve got so you can advance on your novel.

When he sees that you start sighing, he might approach and carefully wrap his arms around you from behind, “I think it’s time for a break,” he’d whisper. He knows that the answer you might give at first is a no, but he gives you that insistent glance that makes you say yes easily.

Nathaniel takes you on walks towards the park, the forest or simply the street so you can explain him what you’re stuck with. He’s fine with you sharing your novel worries or keeping them to yourself, but he won’t allow you to get demotivated by it.

As the beta reader he is, he is going to be honest with it, so prepare yourself for a whole essay (in case it is needed) of comments. They aren’t negative, most of the time it’s just him commenting how did he feel about that scene emotionally, but there are other comments to help you improve any dialogue or scene.

“Writing is something you must enjoy, something therapeutic. The moment you start to not enjoy it, let me know, and we’ll go to take a refreshing break,” he said as both of you cuddled in the couch, his thumb tracing small circles on your shoulder, aiming to support you through it.

CASTIEL

Gives you space. Castiel is aware of how lonely the work of a writer is, and even if he doesn’t want to leave you alone, he gives you the space you need to focus and write. He’d go practice with his guitar constantly or walk your dog so it doesn’t bark and break your focus or anything.

He naturally helps you to get inspiration, even if it’s not related to any project you might be working on. The many things he rants about always give you some random ideas for any other stories. He rants to you about everything so you can get any ideas to add to your book. Any gossip around him that can add spice to your book will be said immediately as soon as he gets home!  

Celebrating your achievements together. The moment you tell him that you ended a chapter, that you kept going or whatever, he is going to be so damn proud of you! Writing isn’t an easy work. It requires a lot of focus and constancy, which he feels very happy to see in the results of your efforts. So if you tell him you ended a chapter, there will be a special date for both of you that week.

He doesn’t have too much time to read your books during his normal days, but when he is on a plane towards any city for his tour, and he is bored, he is definitely going to read your stuff.  

He honestly hopes there is a character inspired by him.

Castiel doesn’t quite know what to do to help you through the writer’s block, but he will always encourage you to keep going. Don’t you ever think of giving up! You have talent, and he’s going to publish your books in case you do not do it on your own (like some authors…)

He pulls you into a cozy movie marathon so you can rest, unwind and probably get inspiration through that movie. 

Every night he makes sure that you are comfortable to get a good rest. And during those warm moments, right when you’re trapped in his embrace, receiving the most loving cuddles, he’d ask about your progress for the day. He’d place a kiss or two on your head, complimenting your brain for being capable of putting effort into writing. Even if that day you didn’t really advance with stuff, he thinks that the time invested in squeezing your brain to get any minimum idea is already enough to be proud of.

“It’s normal you can’t squeeze more out of your brain. Let it all come natural. Most of the time inspiration comes when you less expect it, even it might come as you start writing. But don’t give up, babe. Good things require time and lots of patience.” He's one to talk lol

LYSANDER

You like to write? Cool, he likes it too! He’s focused on poems, mainly romantic or sad. He has a few notebooks to write on, and they’re all filled of words and words and words, it’s actually impressive. So when he finds out you two share the same passion, you’ll start having writing dates! Dates where you both get on a cozy spot and quietly start writing on your projects.

Knows how frustrating it is to get writer's block. And everyone has their own methods to overcome it, yet he’ll help you as much as he can to find your method.

Warm baths are the typical moments where you both can relax and talk about everything, including your worries. So he’d massage your shoulders as you rant about how you’re stuck in a part of your plot, thinking about how to help. Lys needs time to formulate a good solution, so he might comfort you and make you relax as he keeps thinking of any idea to help you.

Records conversations about your stories to listen to them later as a podcast. If he gets any idea as he hears it, he will quickly write it down to tell you later or will directly message you.

He easily forgets about your characters’ names, so be patient with him…

He doesn’t like to set any alarms to take a break, so he is just natural about them. Whenever you feel tired or stuck, stop.

Writing is a lonely work, yes, but his presence makes you feel quietly supported. You both can keep going with your projects, sending some glances at each other now and then. He goes outside whenever he is taking a break, so he lets you know by kissing your head and mumbling it to you.

Lys likes to read your stuff whenever you’re besides him, one arm around your shoulders, pulling you into the crook of his neck, as the other hand holds the manuscript to read what your mind achieved to create.

He admires your talent and has no shame in expressing it.

“I feel very proud of having such a talented partner, you know? Not everyone is as creative and good at this as you are,” he’d press a kiss to your forehead, his typical warm, little smile appearing for you.

KENTIN

He is very sweet and patient with you! He knows you’re passionate about writing and will support you through it. Never give up! No matter how hard it is. It strokes his ego to tell others that his partner is a talented writer.

During your writing sessions, he brings you snacks. You need to get energy when you’re using your brain so much. He’d stay around when you write, in silence to not bother you. And he normally ends up falling asleep on your lap.

Whenever you’re writing in a cold environment he is definitely placing a blanket over your shoulders. Why? Because he is simply attentive with your needs and wants you to be as cozy as possible as you do the stuff you like.

You want him to read your chapter? HELL YESSS!! He is such a fangirl. He actively comments to you about every single thing that has caused him any emotion. If you’re there with him, you will see his face twist in disgust in front of any character he dislikes, or any gasp escaping when he finds the plot twist. Man, he is very cute. And if you aren’t there when he is reading, he will spam your chat with lots of comments.

If there is any character he dislikes, he’s gonna react personally to any action coming from them.

Kentin is a great help for you to create more content about your OCs as he will be very curious and put your characters into situations you’d never thought about. He makes the dumbest but most genuine interesting questions for you to develop your OCs’ traits even more.

He likes to send you pics that match your novels’ vibes. Whenever he is walking with his doggos and sees a flower that reminds him of a certain character, he’ll send a pic! Or whenever he sees something cool outside, he will quickly tell you because it could be a great way to inspirate you.

He will beg you to take breaks because no matter how much you are invested in writing, you need to take a break.

“Oh, come oon! Your body will be very grateful to rest and spend some time with your lovely boyfriend, won’t it?”

ARMIN

The biggest distraction for you, not only because he is such a loud gamer, but because he interrupts your peace by entering without a warning to your room to talk to you about the most random thing ever. You’ve grown some patience about it though. Armin doesn’t take it personally if he makes you irritated because he knows he should’ve respected your working times, and giggles, apologizes and leaves.

Armin doesn’t like to read unless it is a manga he knows he’s going to enjoy. He prefers to listen to you reading your manuscript to him, as the sound of your voice is beautiful for him. And also because he actually pays attention to your words most of the time. Whenever you are cuddling, ready to sleep, taking a bath together or whatever, he is more than willing to listen to you.

Lots of inner jokes about your characters and some moments of your novel. He loves your OCs just as much as you do, and randomly sends you Instagram Reels or tiktoks that reminds him of any of your OCs “lol, this is completely ____”

Suggests you the most dark ideas for your stories. They are very weird. In case you’re writing a dark novel, it might be good… because Armin has gotten the most twisted ideas about dark content due to playing horror games. But if not, be careful that he doesn't end up making you traumatized.

His informatics knowledge can help you in case you want to make your novel well known. He can help you with the advertising of it or the format of your document.

The best way for him to help you to unwind is offering you to play games with him :). 

He is genuinely good at helping you to overcome the writer’s block, because he’d do a brainstorm of activities you could do to rest your mind: Change your environment, try writing different stuff, try seeing any random prompts to write scenarios, write about any crazy thing that comes to your mind, take a nap… just do whatever to stop your brain from braining so much and rest!

“Ah… I admire your strength to think for so long. I could never. Do you want to play for a while though? Your mind might need some fun after so much torture,” he’d playfully suggest, being half joking and half true about his words.

RAYAN

Lowkey one of his goals: To have a writer partner. He can get to be one of the first ones to read such a masterpiece. He feels very special, and sort of doing something illegal, yet he has your whole permission to read.

Working date? Reading date? Talking about your work date? Yes. Yes to all of that.

He will buy you the most beautiful notebooks to write on! He’d randomly appear home with a bag and say “well, this is for you,” and gives you the most beautiful small notebook you’ve ever seen to write on.

Supports you to write subjects you’re not experienced with so you can educate yourself and know more about it. He can easily provide material to study if you need it :). 

Expect him to be strict about the use of your grammar… if you need to correct something, any structure, any word that you used wrongly, he’s telling you, so the quality of your book is much better.

Another one who takes advantage of the quiet and calm environment there is on the room to work on his stuff meanwhile. As you write, he makes himself busy with reading or correcting his students’ exams.

Sometimes you both would end up working on bed, as it might be very cozy to do it there. Both under the blanket, in silence, only being heard the typing of your laptop and your calm breaths.

He prefers to not interfere in your work and let you set your boundaries, since everyone works different. He’s always going to be there for you though, whenever you need a shoulder to cry on about being blocked in a spot of your plot.

He’s definitely going with you to the library so you can get some good books that are specifically made for writers! Those give some good advices about how to overcome writer’s block.

Goes with you to literary events so you can get inspiration and motivation from other authors, plus getting more contacts for the future. He will indeed help you with contacts and support the idea of you meeting with more writers to rant about your problems together. There could be better advices coming from someone that knows your situation and your feelings rather than someone who’s just seeing it from outside.

HYUN

Do u write? You really do??? He is very impressed and stares at all your books in awe. He’d wish to have such creativity! This only makes him feel more in love with you.

He brings you your favorite pastries and drinks from the café for your working sessions. And there’s always a note on them! “Have a nice writing session, my love! ^^” and a small doodle of him sending a kiss. 

Doesn’t want to bother you at all, so whenever you’re going to write, he tends to disappear to give you space. Sometimes he’ll ask for permission to share the same comfortable spot with you, promising to not make a single sound! He simply wants to be with you. And as he studies he’ll stare at you from behind, too bored to study.

He isn’t good at giving you any advice related to your writer’s block or any other problem related to your story :(. He might be your biggest fan though! And whenever he is taking a break on his work he’ll text you to get updates of your project. 

He genuinely loves to see how you spam him with your ideas. He always compliments your imagination for going through so many ideas. He is literally cheering you up no matter how bad the idea is (he believes that even the bad ideas are good because he could’ve never thought of that).

Doodles your characters for you when he is bored. He gets back home and happily approaches to you, like a little kid, “baby! Look what I did,” he says and shows you a small paper where one of your characters was.

He completely believes in your talent! And will constantly verbalize it to you. The moment you get your book published and you start receiving good comments, he will be the first one to read them (he constantly checks the page of reviews and reads out loud each positive comment), and damn… he’s much more excited than you to see those positive comments. He might see the 'negative' ones as things to improve, no need to get demotivated!

Whenever he is talking with a customer at the café, he’ll drop that his partner is a writer, just in case there is any luck of getting more readers in the future or an agent for an editorial!

PRIYA

She will gift you a handmade cup for your tea, coffee or simply water to use during your writing hours! It will have beautiful flowers around and an inspiring sentence for you to never give up. Priya knows how draining can be to be creative for so long, and it is ok to not have any ideas sometimes. 

She makes sure the environment you work in is comfortable for you. She lights your favorite candle, so the sweet scent of it can be beneficial for your focus.

Priya likes to study besides you, as it’s a way to spend time with you, share some snacks and focus in your stuff individually. She uses timers to set the time to work and the time to study. She actually helps you to set a routine for writing.

I believe she is genuinely interested in knowing anything from your characters and plot, reaching the extremes of making questions that aren’t answered in your book. She will most likely do a deep psychological analysis of your characters.

She is very patient with you, knowing how frustration could take the best of you from any block or any hard scene to write. Writing isn’t easy, and it is such a long process. The moment she sees you aren’t enjoying it, she practically forces you to stop and take a break, “darling, take a deep breath, yes? Writing takes time and patience. You’re already doing a good job by keeping constancy with this.”

Gladly your beta reader, gives you her honest thoughts about your manuscript with cute post-its, making it so visually cute and attractive to read. Even the comments to improve seem softer from the cuteness of the format. And she also does it this way, so her words do not affect you that much! She knows you worked hard on a scene, she simply suggests things to improve the experience and give more intensity to the scene.

Priya is very good at taking you out from the writer’s block as she’ll drag you to have a deep talk about it with her. She’ll ask things from another perspective, setting your characters in other scenarios to develop them and get an idea from those random scenarios. She’d suggest you to try freewriting for a few minutes, even if you can simply write your thoughts during that day, or any of your recent dreams. If you want to get more creative, she’ll help you to do a collage of pics that match the vibes of your story, or simply take a warm bath and a nice nap to relax. The lack of creativity comes from mental exhaustion. And you should definitely write without any pressure and enjoy the process!

✰; remember to reblog and like to support my content, I hope you enjoyed it!

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Daddy Cupid

Modern!Various One Piece Men X Reader

-When your father grows weary of your single life, he takes it upon himself to play matchmaker. With him knowing the entire city, he embarks on a mission to find you the perfect match.

Chapter 1: Cupid's Bow

Chapter 2: Cupid's Arrow

Chapter 3: Cupid's Aim

Shot At

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎 ᴍᴀʀᴄᴏ

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 ʙᴜɢɢʏ

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝙱𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 ꜱᴍᴏᴋᴇʀ

𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 1: 𝖯𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖾𝖾𝖾𝖾𝖾

Chapter 2: My love so sweet, My darling one

Chapter 3: Scary ass old men

Chapter 4: fuck fucK fuCK fUCK FUCKKKKK

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚄𝚗𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 ᴍɪʜᴀᴡᴋ

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝙽𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 ᴋᴜᴢᴀɴ

𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 1:

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝙼𝚊𝚗 ʟᴜᴄᴄɪ

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙿𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚘𝚢 ꜱʜᴀɴᴋꜱ

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚜𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 ᴅᴏꜰʟᴀᴍɪɴɢᴏ

𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 1: 𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋, 𝖨'𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗍

Chapter 2: I'm literally the best stop complaining

Chapter 3: You're being super weird rn

Chapter 4: He's like so obsessed idk wym

Chapter 5: You willingly wanted this to happen

Chapter 6: You're just so annoying and a menace

Chapter 7: Oh just shut up stupid heart

Chapter 8: Fuckin Asshole

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 ʀᴏꜱɪɴᴀɴᴛᴇ

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙴𝚡 𝙱𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 ᴄʀᴏᴄᴏᴅɪʟᴇ

𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 1:

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚐𝚎 ᴄʀᴀᴄᴋᴇʀ

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 ᴋᴀᴛᴀᴋᴜʀɪ

HI GUYS OMG SO LIKE THIS STORY DERIVED FROM MY "nightly fanfiction self inserts" I USUALLY SLEEP WRITING A FANFICTION IN MY HEAD AND LIKE THIS WAS ORIGINALLY A MARCOxREADER STORY BUT I WAS LIKE THIS AU IS TOO GOOD I MIGHT AS WELL MILK IT

I ADDED ALL THE CHARACTERS I CAN THINK OF IF YOU HAVE A REQUEST FOR A CHARACTER TO BE ADDED HERE YOU CAN SEND AN ASK OF DM ME ALONG WITH A TROPE OR NOT IF YOU CANT THINK AND PLEASE MAKE THE AGE REASONABLE 11 YEARS YOUNGER IS THE MAX AS FOR OLDER NO ONE OLDER THAN YOUR DAD

YES THEYRE ALL GONNA BE STORIES LIKE MARCO'S ROUTE IS GONNA HAVE CHAPTERS AND SO WOULD OTHERS THE LENGTH ISNT ALL GONNA BE SAME IT VARIES

IF YOU WANT THE TROPE WRITTEN FOR ANOTHER CHARACTER LIKE "Childhood friend Shanks" I CAN WRITE IT AS ANOTHER STORY THE SAME TROPE CAN'T BE WRITTEN HERE TWICE IF YOU SUGGEST A DIFFERENT TROPE FOR A CHARACTER LIKE "Can you change the trope for Katakuri" IF I HAVEN'T WRITTEN HIS PART YET I WILL OBLIGE SO LONG AS YOU PROVIDE WITH THE TROPE I HAVEN'T WRITTEN

I AM POSTING THIS NOW DESPITE NOT HAVING WRITTEN ANYTHING YET IN CASE YOU WANT TO CHANGE THE TROPES OR ADD CHARACTERS OR ANYTHING

Your age in the story is 30(same age as Doflamingo), your father is Rayleigh(67). I follow the canonical age gaps just like yk different age. Shanks and Buggy are 2 years younger(28) Luffy is 8 ykyk you can follow the age line here

I hope you'll enjoy this love you all!!!!

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The Plot Twist | 04

Written by @blog-name-idk and @eserethriddle

Summary: Once upon a time you would have jumped at the chance to live the idol girlfriend life. The cameras, the action, the whirlwind romance. But what was once a dream has now become your worst nightmare, and you fully intend to fight the universe as it repeatedly conspires to set you up with your seven perfectly good soulmates from Bangtan Sonyeondan.

In which we punt Y/N into all the fanfiction tropes and you do your feral best to subvert the love story.

Because nani the fuck, you are The Plot Twist.

Pairing: OT7 X Fem!Reader

Genre: Soulmate!AU, crack, humor, idol!AU, light angst, slow burn, romantic comedy, just a fun silly old time

Rating: 18+

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Chapter 4: "You like Pac-man, right?"

"How dare you!"

You’ve just finished entering the final character to G0d$l@yeR_69 when you look up from the post-game leaderboard screen.

"Pardon?" you ask in confusion, slightly alarmed by the speed in which a masked man is walking towards you and the Pac-man machine. Even with the mask, the exaggerated furrow marring the man’s forehead is more than enough for you to discern that he is less than pleased. You square your shoulders, in case you need to defend the precious apparatus. Well, that and protect Lee-ssi, but mostly the Pac-man game.

"You're G0d$l@yeR_69?" the man squawks, voice irate. He gives you a once over and bristles further. You can almost imagine his fluffy hair rising like the feathers of an offended bird, and he… kind of sounds like one, too. You struggle to stifle your snicker when he gestures broadly to your grown stature, incredulous even as he finally discerns to himself, “You’re not some pint-sized punk!”

“And yet here you are, humbled all the same.” you respond haughtily, dusting off the imaginary lint off your burgundy dress. “Based on your reaction, I take it you’re ‘Jin the PacMan God’?”

You pause.

Wait.

Jin?

In fact, this offended cockatoo of a man actually looks… familiar. Broad shoulders, nice eyebrows, and –

Your blood pressure skyrockets as you realize exactly who is yelling at you. Unfortunately, your temper rises faster than your self-preservation.

"I'm sorry, BTS Jin is the same stupid kid who calls himself 'Jin the PacMan God?'" you blurt before you can stop yourself. "What self-respecting adult wastes so much time on an arcade game?"

He raises an eyebrow at you with a pointed stare, and you shrug. You don't fit into that category. You certainly don't respect yourself.

"A grown woman calls herself G0d$l@yeR_69?" Kim Seokjin jabs in return, crossing his arms, now looking more sulky than angry.

"Well, it's accurate to lore," you retort with an uncaring flip of your hair, doing your best to look bored rather than reflect the panic beginning to clog your throat. His genuinely offended gasp would have made you laugh if you weren't currently running through the possible exit routes in your head.

And then Jin says, "Well, you must be cheating!"

The egregious accusation dispels all thoughts of escape from your head. Your pride and integrity as a gamer have been insulted, and you narrow your eyes at the self-proclaimed pro-gamer before you.

You’re fully prepared to defend your honor.

It's on.

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Jimin doesn't get it.

How could he be unlucky enough to get sidelined a second time in a row? He wasn't even late this time! But because there had been more men than women (a bit heteronormative for his tastes, but that's the current state of most official speed-dating events), he and a few others had to wait aside for a rotation. And then somehow, everyone had already decided to pair up before he even got to meet anyone!

Perhaps it's karma and he's being punished for telling his Jin-hyung that he sort of kind of definitely looked like a certain pink Moluccan bird species when he was all riled up and red-eared.

With a sigh, he leaves the building, shoulders slumped. He can't quite bring himself to call Jin yet, and so he decides to walk aimlessly for a while. Perhaps some fresh air will cheer him up.

It's a bustling street, and he nervously brings his mask up higher on his face lest he be recognized. No one seems to be paying attention however, and the people going about their daily lives remind him that despite his woes, life goes on.

An arcade catches his eye, and he shrugs to himself. A few rounds of killing zombies or racing fake cars will take his mind off things. It's a school day, so it's unlikely the place will be packed.

When he walks in, he hears a familiar screech, accompanied by the sound of a boot stomping on the ground.

"Yahhh! How did you do that?! That's not fair!"

What is Jin-hyung doing here? And what is he yelling about?

Curious, he follows the voice past the shopkeeper who looks torn between concern and amusement, to where Jin is ranting at someone obscured by his frame.

A p(r)etty sigh.

"I'm sorry this is so difficult for you to get through that coconut haircut of yours, but has it occurred to you that I'm just better?"

Huh, that voice is also familiar.

"That’s just prepos–"

"...Hyung?"

The voices cease as the two arguers turn to look at Jimin, and he feels his breath catch in his throat.

You look particularly lovely today, with a form-fitting burgundy dress that shows off much more soft-looking skin than the business or lounge attire you wear on the rare occasion he actually sees you.

And his Jin-hyung, next to you, all rose-colored cockatoo.

It's more than enough to set Jimin off-balance.

"Oh! Hi, LN-ssi!" he hurriedly squeaks, cursing his voice for cracking. What are all his voice lessons even for?

At least you can't tell his palms are suddenly sweating. Your eyebrows rise and Jimin realizes you never did tell him your name, that he just saw it on your mailbox and it stuck in his brain. Oh no, do you think he's a stalker now?

"You know this phony?" Jin cries, oblivious to the internal crisis his dongsaeng is currently experiencing.

Jimin's brows crinkle. Phony?

Your head whips to his hyung at his words, your eyes narrowing.

"I believe you saw proof with your own two eyes," you say icily, though your gaze has a fire that makes Jimin gulp. "Maybe you should get them checked? Sometimes they can fail with old age."

Jin's jaw drops, and as a constipated sound of outrage leaves him, you take the opportunity to brush past and march to the exit. Jimin, still confused, steps aside automatically to let you pass and you give him a reluctant nod.

"Jimin-ssi."

As you leave, Jin turns to Jimin to demand answers, but he barely hears it over the fluttering in his tummy.

It's the first time you've ever addressed him by name.

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The twelve-year-old boy opens his hand, revealing hard candy wrapped in shiny, yellow paper.

"You like Pac-man, right?" he asks, smiling brighter than the sun.

You accept his offering, sure your own face is radiant enough to power all of Gwangju. You can't say you have strong feelings for the buttery treat, but you do for the little boy who fills your days with laughter and sweet memories. You could spend forever playing with him at the park by your houses…

Except your parents get the brilliant idea of starting their own restaurant in Seoul. You are heartbroken when the decision to move is made, but you do your best to support their dreams, even if it comes at the expense of your only friend.

Out of sentimentality and denial, you save the shiny candy wrapper, holding it when you're sad, as if it's a talisman that can ward off the lonely ache in your chest. It's hard being the new kid in a big-city school, and though you present your mother's strong facade when your new classmates tease you about your satoori, it hurts. You have to be strong.

After one particularly bad day, you decide to drop into the local arcade, because all it will take is one smile from your appa to disintegrate your cracking veneer. You're a big girl, basically an adult at a whopping eleven years old! You're not a baby anymore, you just need some extra time to set yourself right.

You weave through the attractions, passing racing games and claw machines when something catches your eye. A familiar yellow character smiles at you from a game cabinet, and for a moment you feel like he is still there with you.

You walk up to the Pac-man arcade machine with newfound resolve and a sunny smile to match.

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“Sometimes I wanna drop by Gwangju,” Jung Hoseok begins, taking his seat at the dining table next to Taehyung, “But then I remember they already demolished the playplace from my childhood and think, huh, maybe not. Thing is, they sold really good tteok there.”

“Pan-fried tteok?” Taehyung leans back, remembering the taste of his own favorite rice cake flavors from Daegu. “My hometown had that, too.”

“Sometimes the cart owner-ahjussi would give us candy with our orders. I miss it a lot.”

Hobi's eyes take on a wistful look, and Taehyung pats his shoulder.

It must have been some really good candy.

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"Honey! I'm home!" you call, setting your briefcase on the floor as your husband rushes up to you wearing a cute apron that has nothing on his sweet face and sweeter smile.

"I just finished dinner," he says, greeting you with a kiss on the cheek that makes your chest fill with the glow of a million fireflies.

"What, mudcakes again?" you ask fondly. You thread your fingers with his, uncaring of the dirt on his palms, giggling at the pout on his face.

"You said they're your favorite!" he complains petulantly, though he doesn't pull away.

"They are," you agree, squeezing his hand in yours reassuringly. You beam at him, and his cheeks turn pink. "If it's something you made, it's my favorite."

You're suddenly tugged towards him and you squeak in surprise as wiry arms crush the air out of your lungs.

"You're my favorite," he mumbles into your hair, and it's the happiest you've felt in your entire nine years of existence.

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It's great to be back in Gwangju, away from all the insanity happening in Seoul. You can finally relax and live life rather than constantly look over your shoulder in the fear of running into another member of BTS.

Fuck you, fate! You're taking a break.

You knock on the old, familiar door, and it opens to reveal a kind, lightly lined face that breaks into a huge smile at the sight of you.

"Halmeoni!" you announce happily, stepping into your grandmother's arms and hugging her fiercely. She hugs you back just as hard, squeezing you with her deceptively spindly limbs as you melt into a hold that feels like childhood.

"We've been waiting!" she replies cheerfully before ushering you to the living room and calling your grandpa to come greet you. The house is the same as you remember, a comforting echo of days past.

"Oh! We ran into that boy you used to play with at the store earlier!" your grandma says just as you pick up your cup of tea. "The one you used to play house with!"

You laugh, thinking fondly of your childhood friend. Perhaps it wouldn't have been so bad if he had been your soulmate, rather than a group of the seven biggest idols in Korea. Or perhaps not – the things that are so simple to children don't always translate to adulthood, and those memories hold an untainted innocence that you wouldn't trade for the world.

You bring the cup of homebrewed tea to your lips, only to choke at your grandmother's next words.

"I invited him over for dinner!"

You stare at the twinkle in your suddenly menacing grandmother's eyes. In just one simple sentence, she has transformed from the kindly, loving fixture of your youth to yet another cruel, scheming matchmaker. Truly your mother’s maker. Leaving Seoul might have saved you from idol-related phenomena, but clearly not from your family's attempts at grand (and great-grand) children.

Instinct drives you to your feet and you grab your purse, tripping over the rug as you rush to the door.

"I have to go," you call over your shoulder, uncaring of the baffled expression on your grandma's face.

"But you just got here?" she says in distressed confusion, and your stomach fills with guilt at the sadness in her voice. "We haven't seen you in so long, dear."

You still, hand on the doorknob and so, so close to freedom and safety. Eventually, you sigh, shoulders slumping as the resolve trickles out of your body.

"Never mind, I'm going to take my stuff upstairs," you say in resignation, grabbing the carry-on still by the door and carting it to the guest room. The wallet feels extra heavy in your purse, and when you're safely within the confines of your room you sit on the bed and pull it out.

You reach behind the ID card in the plastic slot of your wallet and feel the soft, crinkly edges of a fond childhood memory.

You like Pac-man, right?

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Hoseok still remembers the smile on your face whenever he gave you the extra candy he would get with his tteok in the park. As well as the thinly hidden devastation on your face the last time he saw you, and you told him your family was leaving for Seoul.

Despite him being older, he had always admired your courage and tenacity, the way you would charge head-first at the things you wanted. Your unwavering support whenever he was feeling down or uncertain. During hard times as a trainee, he would sometimes picture your determined expression and feel an extra spark of energy.

He really isn't sure what to expect, or even if he's in his right mind, coming to dinner to see his long lost… friend? Play-spouse?

Would you even remember him?

The door opens, and Hoseok's heart jumps at the sight of you. The tentative smile on your face fades into an expression of utter shock, and he belatedly remembers exactly who he is.

"Wh–what the–I–" you stammer, looking just as mortified as Hoseok feels. In his ruminations of childhood, he had completely forgotten his present state of being and how it might impact new encounters. "Can I help you?"

"Y-Y/N?" he asks tentatively. To his bafflement, you flinch as if he had screamed at you.

"How do you know my name?" you ask, stepping back with your hand on the door. You look five seconds away from slamming it in his face, and despite his misgivings, Hoseok's heart sinks. For some reason this cold reception feels worse than if you were a saesang.

"I'm… I'm here for dinner?" he says tentatively, proffering the seonmul he brought. The expression on your face is so reluctant that for a moment he takes a whiff of the bag in case the pastries from the most expensive bakery in the area have somehow gone bad.

With a spark of panic, Hoseok wonders if he accidentally went to the wrong address. The house is familiar, and you look similar to the little girl he remembers, but perhaps he's just let his hopes affect his memories. Why else would you look so shaken, other than a strange man showing up out of nowhere?

"But you're… you're not–"

"Y/N, what's taking so long?"

Relief fills him momentarily as your grandmother comes behind you, though it's tempered by the way you haven't relaxed.

"But this is… this isn't…" you stammer, face pale as you look between Hoseok and your grandmother. It hits him that you probably don't remember his real name, as you had been too young to pronounce it correctly when you had first met.

"You used to call me Hoba," he says with a smile, realizing that this is why you must be so confused – you've recognized him as Jung Hoseok of BTS, and thus not your playmate from so many years ago. "It's nice to see you again."

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This cannot be happening.

Not only is the smiling boy from your fondest memories Jung Hoseok of BTS, but he just somehow had a break in his schedule the same weekend you're in Gwangju, and he ran into your grandmother at the supermarket? You left Seoul to get a break from these ridiculous situations and not to end up having dinner with one of your soulmates!

What kind of contrived, unimaginative bullshit is this?

"These are for you," Hoseok tells your grandmother with a formal bow, offering the pretty, pastel pastry box you had refused to accept earlier. She beams approvingly while you pinch yourself. Hard.

Through the pain in your arm, Jung Hoseok is still standing in your entryway, a sunny nightmare you can't wake up from. The old wrapper, once a magical talisman to ward off gloom, is lead weight in your pocket.

"Um," he begins awkwardly, looking bashful. It is not cute. He is not cute. "And this is for you."

He holds out a fuzzy yellow ball you immediately recognize, and you stare at it in shock. Your chest is doing something very funny, like tachycardic arrythmia. Yes. Hilarious.

Hoseok evidently takes your silence as disapproval, and wilts like a flower deprived of light. "Uh, sorry, you probably don't like Pacman anymore…"

"I do," you reply faintly, reaching forward to take his gift. Only to be polite. That's it. Certainly not because his dejection makes your insides roil with guilt. "Thank you."

"Of course," he replies, looking only marginally relieved by your lukewarm response. "Oh! You dropped something."

He dips low to grab something, and to your horror, your wallet is open –

"Wait, is this–"

"I JUST LIKE THE CANDY!" you blurt in a near scream, feeling your entire body light on fire. This would be humiliating in the best of situations, and Jung Hoseok discovering you kept the wrapper from an old candy he had given you, like a sentimental loser, is decidedly NOT the best of situations.

His resulting smile almost blasts you off your feet, and you wonder if overexposure to sunlight can lead to cardiac arrest.

“Y/N-ah,” Jung Hoseok says, tentatively, but with soft affection. It is more devastating than you could have ever imagined. “I missed you too. Have you been well?”

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[lemotmo]

Really going to need people to allow themselves to believe it's happening. Also the point about Oliver's fandom comment is really good. I didn't even think of that.

Q. I have a two part question that maybe goes together, haha. What are the odds Holy Mother of God has nothing to do with Eddie at all? Did you not think what Oliver said about fandom was maybe his way of saying he doesn't like it?

A. The odds of episode 11 not being centered on Eddie are slim to none. That is very likely the Eddie/Texas centric episode. The title screams Eddie. Catholic guilt, mother issues, Shannon. It's all there. If people really want something to worry about then I think the far more likely annoying outcome will be that Helena Diaz gets absolved of all her horribleness. This show seems to have a problem with redeeming people who are not worthy of redemption, especially parents. I'm hoping this one time they don't, and she gets what she truly deserves but if you just have to have something to fret about ,Helena being absolved of her sins is the thing that seems plausible.

Oliver's comments about fandom were not him saying he hates the fandom. It was a logical conclusion of everything he has witnessed and been forced to endure for the better part of a year. The Cameo nonsense with Lou was not normal behavior. Actors just don't do what he did. The separation of actor/show and fandom is necessary and we have all seen why this past year. We do not know these people. They are not the characters they play and too many people don't seem to understand that. Oliver has always been very forthcoming about how anxious he gets about all the online behavior anyway so this past year was probably very troubling for him. And for all we know the show also now has rules in place. If they are smart they have absolutely instituted some guidelines following Lou's abhorrent behavior. People genuinely need to understand how unprofessional and absolutely crazy what Lou did was. Oliver voicing the importance of separating the actors and the show from the fandom was a reasonable conclusion to this past year. It makes sense that Oliver would form that conclusion.

Thank you Nonny!

I think the Eddie-centric episode will either be 8x11 or 8x12. With the new title that has come out 'Holy Mother of God' I agree that it seems more likely that it'll be 8x11. Whether or not they'll take the same old route of redeeming people that shouldn't be redeemed? That remains to be seen. 🙄

I'm so excited to finally see some focus on Eddie though. 🤗

As for Oliver's comment about fandom? I just made my own post about that topic this morning. I'll link it here so anyone who is interested can read it.

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♫ we both like apple cider, pgw

fluff & light angst, 4.1k words ୨୧ first fic on this blog! feedback is appreciated!! ^_^ i've had awful writer's block for MONTHS so i hope i havent gotten too rusty,,,

wherein dancing is your favorite way to destress, until a certain gunwook park goes and spoils it all.

꒰ requested. gender neutral reader (no pronouns or gendered terms used), reader is a year older than gw, dancer reader, bff hanbin, one-sided enemies to friends to lovers, college au, misunderstandings, set in the us, does this count as forced proximity? light angst, fluff (it gets so cheesy idk what happened to me), drinking/underage drinking ꒱

Dancing had always been your favorite way to unwind. After a long day of classes, practice is like a treat; the mental toll of having to listen to your professors drone on all day, and procrastinating assignments until the night they’re due is easily unraveled by dancing until you can’t feel your limbs—it’s unmatched.

That’s why, despite it being Wednesday (the second worst day of the week), you walk out of your last class with a skip in your step, like nothing could ruin your day.

Nothing except a man named Hanbin, that is.

After changing, you enter the practice room, ready to forget your worries. But before you can begin, you see a paper stuck on the wall beside the door—Hanbin must’ve finally put together the choreo for the solo and duet performances for an upcoming recital for some event on campus (truthfully, you can't be bothered to remember all the details, that's Hanbin's job), and decided on who’d best fit the roles. You’re a little late, so it’s just you who curiously shuffles over to take a look.

Seeing your name under Duet makes you smile until you read your counterpart's name. Gunwook Park.

You find a spot to sink to the floor in the back of the room. Suddenly, you’ve changed your perspective on dancing; it’s the worst thing to happen to you. You regret ever discovering this useless passion of yours, who even needs passions in this economy?!

Hanbin would tell you otherwise, but you believe that you have pretty good ideas.

You’d tried to take an easier route and complain to Hanbin that you absolutely could not work with Gunwook for a duet. But he was adamant about not making any alterations at this point, at least not just because you don’t like Gunwook—what a traitor, what happened to friendship?

Since complaining about your unfair working conditions did fuck all, you came up with a wonderful solution. You get paired with the number one person on your shit list? Just don’t show up to rehearsals. Boom, problem solved. Though it’s easier said than done; you’re a creature of habit, and the disappointment of remembering you can’t destress with dance is depressing.

And, of course, avoiding both Hanbin and Gunwook is a chore.

It’s on day four that you consider, maybe Hanbin is right sometimes. You were only successful in avoiding everything except schoolwork because college kicks everyone’s ass, and finding free time starts to feel like finding a needle in a haystack. But, maybe ditching practice when you live with the leader of your dance team wasn’t your best idea. On Sundays, both you and Hanbin usually end up being home at the same time.

And like an idiot, you forget this detail and trudge out of your room at two in the afternoon (no, you certainly did not just wake up, thank you very much) to find something acceptable to eat.

As you’re rummaging through the pantry, you hear your name called in that tone. The one where Hanbin’s voice sounds mildly shrill and a bit patronizing, the one that lets you know you’re in trouble.

Yeah, not your brightest idea—it might take over the number two spot of your top three worst ideas, followed by trying to gaslight a random group of people into believing that Play-doh is edible after you’d had a drink too many at your first college party at number one. (To be fair, you did not expect a twenty-something-year-old man to have Play-Doh on hand and tell you to prove it. Yes, you tried. You vomited on the guy’s shoes.)

Rigidly, you slowly turn to face Hanbin, who has a terse smile on his face.

“...Yes?”

“I thought maybe you hadn’t shown up to rehearsals because you weren’t feeling well, but yesterday, Gunwook told me every time he spotted you on campus, you naruto-ran away.”

“Uh,” you fake cough into your elbow, “Must’ve been someone that looks like me? ‘Cause I have been feeling kind of under the we—”

You shriek and make a run for it when Hanbin stomps over with that creepy hamster puppet you’d given him as a gag gift last year in hand. Eventually, you get cornered and get a creepy hamster puppet thrown in your face. “You can’t just ditch practice because you have some petty one-sided rivalry—or whatever it is—with Gunwook. You’re risking embarrassing the whole team! What are you planning to do, just not learn the choreography?”

“You know it's not a rivalry...” You grumble.

“You’re being childish,” Hanbin sighs, “I’ve already told you that whatever your deal is with Gunwook is some misunderstanding, he’s a sweet guy.”

“Yeah, whatever.” You huff, probably not helping the childish accusation. You’re tired of hearing that about what a good guy Gunwook appears to be because you know what you heard.

Without another word, you stomp off to your room.

If you had any hopes of getting out of going to rehearsal again, they’re promptly stomped on by Hanbin waiting outside of your class when you trudge out.

“Really?” You groan, and walk over to your supposed friend, “You don’t need to escort me.”

“I think I do,” Hanbin crosses his arms, fixing you with a look, like he knows you better than yourself… okay, he does ninety percent of the time, but that doesn’t mean he can act like it. “I’m pretty sure I saw you ready to head in the wrong direction before you saw me.” He says before grabbing your arm and pulling you down the hall.

“I don’t even get what your deal is with Gunwook,” Hanbin finally says when you’re about halfway to the studio, “I know you said you heard him say something… unsavory, but that just doesn’t sound like him at all. I think you should talk to him, I’m sure it’s a misunderstanding.”

“I know what I heard, Bin…”

“I’m not saying you didn’t hear what you heard, but maybe there’s some missing context.”

You try to consider Hanbin’s words, even as you absentmindedly head into the changing rooms, and reluctantly shuffle into the practice room afterward, you truly do. 

But all the rational thinking and breathing techniques in the world cannot quell your ire when you see Gunwook. Calmly walking over and refraining from saying anything uncouth is a true test of mental strength—one that you are quite afraid of failing.

“Hey—” Gunwook rises from his spot in the corner of the practice room to greet you.

“Let’s get started.” You blurt out, aware of how cold and biting your dismissal comes off. To be fair, Hanbin didn’t tell you to be particularly nice, he just insisted you show up.

“Oh, right,” Gunwook’s expression wilts, but he clears his throat and plasters a polite smile on his face. “I’m sure Hanbin already let you know he wouldn’t be here to help us out today—he’s helping Natty with her solo. I’ve got the choreo down, so I should be able to guide you if needed.”

“I practiced at home.”  You did. A little bit, it wasn’t easy with the limited space in your cramped—ahem, homey apartment. But practicing a duet by yourself, then giving up after stubbing your toe on every fucking piece of furniture in your home, and practicing it with your duet partner are two different things.

“Oh, that’s good… um, I’ll start the music.”

Your name is followed by an exasperated sigh. With reluctance—because your phone’s home screen is just that interesting—you glance up from your phone, to see Gunwook eyeing you through the mirror. 

“Could we try to get through the routine? Maybe without you scratching me this time?” Gunwook gnaws at his bottom lip, sweat beading at his temple. He’s actually been hard at work, practicing while you sat in the corner of the room—essentially sentenced to a time-out after accidentally scratching Gunwook every time you tried to run through the routine with him. Accidentally.

You can’t help the frown that sets on your lips. Only to you, it seems, Gunwook Park is an enigma. When he first joined the team, he seemed nice, and he wasn’t much younger than you, you just never got the chance to properly talk to him. However, now you never want to speak to him, the fact that you have to work so closely with him is nauseating.

Tampering down all the ugly word vomit bubbling in your throat, you mentally repeat Hanbin’s words from yesterday to yourself, ‘You’re risking embarrassing the whole team’. Not only do you find most of your teammates to be more than bearable, but you also you can’t bomb a performance because you were too petty to practice the choreography, so, even though the thought of being so close to Gunwook—having to touch him makes you full body cringe, you suck it up.

“Sure.”

Begrudgingly, you get into position and wait for your cue. As the music starts up for what feels like the billionth time that evening, you miss the many nervous glances cast your way.

Succeedingly, you manage to not cause any more bodily harm, even when you have no choice but to get close enough to Gunwook to the point you cannot look anywhere but into his eyes. The urge to flee strikes, as unease among other odd emotions you will not address churn in your gut, but you deal with it (read: ignore it).

You manage to run through the routine once, then again, and again, and again, until your limbs feel like gelatin and you have no option but to sprawl out on the floor. It occurs to you how much you missed this feeling, you can barely believe you let your pettiness get in the way of it.

“Hey, can I ask you something?”

Turning your head to the side, there’s Gunwook, also sprawled out beside you. Huh, you don’t even have the negative energy within you to loathe his presence in the moment.

“You just did. But you can ask one more thing.”

A goofy grin splits Gunwook’s lips before he turns his head back to face the ceiling, expression shifting a little more seriously. “Did I… was there something that I like did? Or said to upset you?”

Oh. Right. So, you haven’t forgotten your distaste for Gunwook. You feel your good mood sour, as you scoff, and force yourself to finally sit up—your limbs are very much protesting, screaming at you, matter of fact, but fuck them. And fuck Gunwook Park. “Seriously?”

You glance over your shoulder, Gunwook, who sat up shortly after you, only blinks at you curiously, as though he hasn’t got a clue.

“You really don’t know? Do you just talk shit about everyone and that’s why you can’t seem to remember me?”

“What…?” Gunwook’s brows furrow, “What are you talking about?”

“I heard you." You push yourself up off the ground, fixing Gunwook with an exasperated look, "After our performance at orientation in August, you had a lot to say about my skill, and how ridiculous I looked.”

“I don't…?” You watch as the confusion and then the recognition passes over Gunwook’s features, “No, I—shit,” he hangs his head with a groan, which doesn’t serve to dissipate any of your arising confusion. “That wasn’t about you.”

“I heard you say my name, don’t bullshit me.”

“I—okay, I definitely said your name, but it seriously wasn’t about you. There was this, um, character in a film my roommate watched for some project; they were supposed to be a dancer, but they were godawful. I was talking about the character, and I didn’t even think about how they had the same name as you, or about how loudly I was talking about that.”

“Oh,” you say, rather intelligently. You consider the thought that he could be lying, but he looks at you with such earnestness, remorse practically pooling in his eyes, you can’t even entertain the thought for more than a moment.

“Yeah, oh. I’m sorry you thought I was talking about you…”

“No, I’m sorry,” you quietly sit back down, anger gone as quick as it arose, and flop back on the floor with a sigh. Having your entire view of Gunwook Park debunked in a mere minute was not on tonight’s bingo card.

“I should’ve—Hanbin kept telling me it was probably a misunderstanding and to confront you, but I just stewed in my misguided hatred. God, Hanbin’s going to be insufferable once I tell him he was right all along.”

Gunwook huffs a laugh, “I’m glad we sorted this out, finally. Um, I guess we should wrap up for tonight since it’s getting late. Can I walk you home?”

“Don’t you live on campus? You don’t have to walk me home if you just have to walk back here…”

“It’s fine!” Gunwook smiles, oddly enthusiastic. Weird, personally, you dread having to walk home after practice. “I want to, and I guess now we can get to know each other? Now that you don’t hate me.”

“Yeah… okay, I’ll grab my stuff.” You sit back up again, as much as you’d like to become one with the floor.

“Okay, cool.”

“Cool.” you can’t help but smile, seeing the wide grin on Gunwook’s face. You’re going to choose to believe the warmth in your cheeks is because you’re still cooling off from rehearsing.

The idea of rehearsing is a lot more palatable now that you don’t despise your duet partner. The actual rehearsals aren’t too bad either… they’re actually kind of enjoyable.

Hanbin was, in fact, very insufferable when you spilled everything that’d happened that day to him. He’d been waiting up for you, sitting on the armchair in your living room, and nearly gave you a heart attack when he flicked on the lamp beside him; like he was your mother and he’d caught you sneaking back in the house.

“Hey, how was class?” Gunwook has taken to waiting for you outside your classes on rehearsal days, you even say hi to each other when you see the other on campus, and maybe talk if you’re not busy.

“Don’t get me started…” you groan, “I have no idea what my professor was on about today, but I thought his jaw was going to unhinge before he finally stopped talking.”

Gunwook chuckles, and grabs your bag from you, cradling it to his chest. “I thought I told you I could carry my bag myself?”

“And I told you that you could try to take it back.” 

You did try, and you decided you do not like freakishly strong guys. “Whatever… what about you? How was your class?”

“Didn’t go today…” Gunwook trails off, glancing down at your linked arms. A habit after losing Hanbin in crowds one too many times. It feels nice with Gunwook, though. “Um, my roommate—” he clears his throat before he continues looking forward, revealing his red ears. Oh, that’s cute.

“He kept me up late ‘cause he needed help with his film project that he’s been procrastinating. I ended up waking up at like one-thirty…”

“Really? So, you just came straight here after waking up?” You tsk, choosing to look away from his pouted lips for your sake. “Did you even eat? Let’s stop by this café a few blocks away before we rehearse. It opened last month, Hanbin and I were supposed to check it out, but I think he forgot.”

You’re not blind, of course, Gunwook is, well, objectively attractive (subjectively as well, perchance). With much coaxing, you might’ve been able to admit it a week ago when you hated him. But, his attractiveness is far too illuminated when you’re a mere inches from his face; faced with his distractingly pretty brown eyes, and rosy cheeks. Oh God, he’s cute. He’s so fucking cute, and you are so fucking screwed.

Before you can say something so embarrassing you’d have to migrate to another country and assume another identity, you take the initiative to part from Gunwook, carefully backing away, and clearing your throat, “Should we take a break?”

Except that doesn’t even help, because when you sink to the floor to watch YouTube, Gunwook is beside you, smushed at your side to watch whatever you’re watching. You can’t even remember what video you tapped on, but apparently, you’re seven minutes into a video when Gunwook reaches over to pause it.

“Hey, um, one of my friends—his name’s Junhyeon, his frat, Zeta Rho Xi is having a party this weekend. He kinda roped me into going, and I was just wondering if you were free…? I would, um, it’d be cool if you could stop by.”

Parties haven’t been your thing for a long time; you tried to party freshman year, since people seemed to go on about the college parties. You just couldn’t get super into it, plus only things like the Play-Doh incident came from parties… and that’s why you’re not sure why you say, “Yeah, no, I should be free. I’ll check it out.”

You aren't even free, you have an essay you’ve written approximately two sentences for that happens to be due Monday. But the smile on Gunwook’s face makes agreeing feel like the right choice.

Immediately upon stepping inside, you remember why you hate parties. One, you lose Hanbin instantly. Two, trying to push through a bunch of sweaty, drunk people (who are surprisingly sturdy) is a pain in the ass. And three, it’s loud, you already feel like you need a drink. Or maybe three.

You manage to make it to a mostly empty kitchen, and at that point, you’ve lost any motivation to go search for Hanbin or even Gunwook. For the most part, you’ve given up caring about being ‘lame’, so, you’re perfectly content sitting in the kitchen on your phone at a party while sipping on possibly the worst quality beer you’ve tasted in your twenty years of life.

It’s maybe thirty minutes until you finally look up from your phone at the call of your name over the ear-damaging volume of music.

Hanbin stumbles into the kitchen, using Gunwook as support. You can make out your friend’s flushed cheeks, even in the dim lighting, you have no idea how he’s gotten drunk so fast. “There you are! I found Gunwookie, it looked like he was waitin’ around for you, ‘cause he was just in a corner lookin’ around… didn’t you guys exchange numbers?”

“I already told you I forgot to ask…” Gunwook mumbles.

“Oh,” Hanbin lets go of Gunwook to slide up beside you, “Hey, did you know that, um—” Gunwook rushes over to slap a hand over Hanbin’s mouth, are they both drunk? It’s more difficult to tell with Gunwook, his cheeks always look pink…

Hanbin removes Gunwook’s hand with a glare, “Don’t interrupt me,” he chides, as sternly as he can while drunk. “Anyway, ‘m so glad you two figured things out. I hope Gunwook tells you about his massive heart boner for you.”

Hanbin makes it probably ten times worse by continuing, “He’s—he’s had such a big crush on you since like, um, since like the millisecond he joined the team. But this whole time you thought he was mean to you, isn’t that silly?”

What isn’t silly is the look on Gunwook’s face, he looks positively mortified.

“...Okay, Bin, I think you’re ready to go home already,” you smile tersely, side-stepping the topic for now, maybe forever actually. “Gunwook, can you help me with him?” You ignore Hanbin’s slurred protests. It must take a moment for Gunwook to recoup before he’s at Hanbin’s other side, helping you pull the drunkard up.

You avoid looking in Gunwook’s direction, despite the fact you can feel him burning holes into the side of your head. Of course, there’s no avoiding the conversation—inevitably, you’re going to have to talk to Gunwook about what Hanbin said, but maybe you can get out of it tonight…?

It’s not that you’re particularly afraid… okay, well, you are, except it’s just unnecessary anxiety. Now you feel better about admitting to yourself that you’re interested in Gunwook. But what if Hanbin’s drunk rambling was just drunk rambling, and it was all nonsense? Well, Gunwook probably wouldn’t seem so nervous if that were the case, but maybe he’s nervous because he just doesn’t want you to be under the impression that he—

“Oh, hey, I’ve been looking everywhere for Hanbin…”

“Oh, Hao, hey.” you mentally thank Hao for unknowingly rescuing you from spiraling into your annoyingly irrational train of thought.

“Do you want me to take him off your hands? We were planning to ditch before he disappeared.”

Okay, time to put on your big person pants and be an adult. “Yeah, thanks.” Handing Hanbin off is pretty easy, the man completely unbothered that he’s thrown two of his protégés for a loop (he’ll probably feel a lot worse about it tomorrow, especially when he’s hungover). What’s less easy, is being left with Gunwook.

“Well, since Hanbin aired everything out…”

“Right, yeah. We should talk, maybe outside?”

Gunwook nods, leading the way to the back door, you follow closely behind him. As not to lose him in the clusters of people, and maybe just because you want to, you grab onto his arm.

Outside, your eardrums thank you for finally getting out of there, though your nervous heart is another story, rattling against your ribcage incessantly. Warily, you avoid looking at Gunwook, distancing yourself a good few feet away from him, “So…”

“I like you,” Gunwook blurts as if he won’t get another chance to say so, “like a lot. I initially joined the team ‘cause of you actually, I hadn’t even danced since middle school. But you were so—watching you on stage at orientation felt so… enchanting.”

Heat rushes to your cheeks at Gunwook’s flattery, and he only continues, “I thought you were perfect, so obviously I immediately signed up for the dance team, even though I wasn’t even sure if I was any good at it anymore, just so I could have an excuse to see you. Only for me to never gain the courage to even talk to you…” Staring at the wooden planks of the porch beneath your feet, you see Gunwook’s beaten-up Converse come into view, urging you to look up again.

“Gunwook, I—”

“It’s okay if you don’t feel anything like that for me, I just can’t let the what-ifs get in the way of me trying anymore.” Oh, how could you not feel something for him? Surely anyone could fall for him just by staring into his pretty brown eyes.

The weird feeling in your gut, which must be those butterflies people talk about, amplifies, you think you’d have to be a fool if you didn’t feel something for Gunwook Park. “I don’t… not feel something,” you hastily avert your gaze, “I guess I’m not entirely sure what it is, but I am interested in you. I, um, would be open to exploring that.”

“I understand—wait, you… really?”

You look up in time to see the overjoyed grin split Gunwook’s lips. It’s infectious, you can’t help but mirror his smile, laugh tumbling past your lips, “Yes, you dork. You better sweep me off my feet.”  You playfully shove at his shoulder.

“I will,” Gunwook grabs your wrist before you drop your arm, thumbing at the inside of it, “are you free tomorrow?”

“I…” You aren’t free, remember that pesky essay of yours? “Yeah, I am.” Oh, well, you suppose it can wait; likely until tomorrow night, when you finally open your laptop at eleven-thirty at night, when it happens to be due at midnight. You happen to work great under pressure!

“Perfect, can I pick you up at your place at two?”

“Sure, are you gonna remember to ask for my number this time, though?” You tease, making a ‘give me’ motion with your free hand.

Gunwook’s cheeks somehow get pinker, as he finally lets go of your wrist and retrieves his phone from his pocket, handing it over with the new contact screen open. Quickly, you type in your number and then your name, cheekily adding a heart beside it.

“Can I walk you home? Or, uh, if you wanted to go back to the party, that’s fine too…”

“Nah,” you’d rather do just about anything else than go back into that mess, you’ve had enough parties for the rest of your college life, “I’m pretty tired, and I have a super important date with a great guy tomorrow.”

With a coy smile to match Gunwook’s shy one, you cozy up to his side and link arms with him, “Let’s go?”

You’d still consider dancing to be a great way to unwind—still one of your favorites, it's just been demoted to second place.

Nothing ebbs away your stress like Gunwook popping into your room with your favorite food after you’ve been staring at your laptop screen for hours as if you were hoping your assignments would finish themselves. Or his hugs—always so warm, it’s like hugging an oversized stuffed bear. Or just… him.

Unrivaled after several years, dancing has finally met its match: Gunwook Park.

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TADC cast x supportive!reader (platonic)

except its hyper specific and applies to my oc specifically because i need a little pick me up today reader is like the circus members anchor as well as a generally serving as a support system and has been in the circus for a while. havent decided on how long but definitely getting close to kinger in terms of how long theyve been stuck. kind of gives off dad energy have not shared the oc here on this blog but i have shared them elsewhere, wont say where because im embarrassed </3 this was originally gonna be a ship chart dynamic but im too tired to draw everyone plus this feels more fun using 'you/your' pronouns for the reader even though its an oc so you guys can at least like, insert yourself REMINDER requests are closed, this is a personal request from myself. any requests sent now will not be answered even after they reopen. please respect that and understand that requests are closed

CAINE:

saved caine for last (yes i know hes the first one in the list hush i dont actually write these in order) i think you and him would have friendly back and forth banter. youve accepted your place in the digital circus long ago so you dont see much point in trying to interrogate him for information on a possible exit. and sure, i dont know if caine can abstract, but i think he enjoys the conversations between the two of you... that said, given how accepting you are with everything as well as having a "roll with it" outlook on the digital world, he probably uses you as plot stuff and props for IHA; be it as a false hostage or as a means to progress the adventure... definitely has a soft spot for you, i think... jax and bubble have a dark bet on when you will finally abstract/j

RAGATHA:

ah yes the optimistic duo, the hopeful pals, the sillies. you two are probably the main reason why everyone else is... mostly... fine, i mean i think having someone be so friendly and open cane make things a little easier for other people. as well as this you two mutually lean on each other for support and uplift one another when things get tough. i mention it in kingers part, but you too are also afraid of bugs but you would help ragatha clear her room of centipedes in a heartbeat, even going as far as to collect them with your bare hands.. so uh... take that as a testament to yalls friendship

JAX:

now im a little stumped on this one because i really dont think the "reader" would be buddy buddy with jax... or maybe they would be... hmm.. on one hand i can see them scolding him for pushing his pranks 'too far' (ex. the ragatha centipede thing, assuming he actually did it), but i can also see a "supportive figure and rebellious kid" dynamic. except jax isnt a kid but you are old enough be his dad, probably.. i think ill just leave that here since i dont have any other ideas

POMNI:

youve been here for a while, so i think naturally pomni would gravitate towards you in order for possible solutions and escape routes, perhaps she would approach kinger, too... but this isnt about kinger </3. fine line between outright shattering their hope but also instilling it, neither are great options... one can lead to despair and the other to obsession; both will lead to abstraction... but theres also the fact none of your past attempts at escape had been successful, nor did you ever find any leads. as for actual potential friendship i think you would take the same route as ragatha in the pilot; show her around and explain things to her in a fairly digestible way. as well as this you tend to gravitate towards her during her first IHA until she gets the hang of them; typically making sure she doesnt get lost or hurt, as well as giving her pointers that could help with the task at hand

KINGER:

writing kinger first, you guys are like the dads of the circus. you more so because you still have a decent hold of yourself. you were there when queener/queenie abstracted, and you were there for kinger during the still on going grieving process. as for actually friendship ideas, you two just sit and talk to one another. thats it, really. i could go on about all the things you two do together, and i probably would since kinger is my favorite and this post is literally about my oc... but i truly dont see these two getting up to anything insane outside of IHA. kinger needs someone to help him fill the silence, and you would be there. and vice versa, i think... bonus, you dont like bugs but you still grin and bare it while listening to kinger rattle on about his cool bug facts... i think that would be nice..

ZOOBLE:

optimistic dad who likes fishing and moody teen who bullies kids on roblox. thats literally the dynamic, except again, zooble is an adult and the reader has no kids... but hey its the same energy. tries to get zooble to engage with IHA but not in a pushy way but more in like... an inviting them to pair with them for comfort and security kind of way. sure you understand that they dont like them because theyre just so over everything but you want them to be included, especially since the IHA are meant to stimulate your minds and keep you guys grounded

GANGLE:

honestly i think you just adopt half of the cast at this point, the only people who arent your kids are ragatha caine and kinger... everyone else gets passed around in split custody/j now onto gangle, you probably try to give her peptalks to make her feel better as well as fixing her comedy mask anytime it breaks. as well as this i think you and her sit down and do arts n crafts together, perhaps even making new masks altogether... i like to think gangle hears a few... things about the others and knows things since shes so quiet and in the background so theres definitely some 'gossip' between the two of you... but not in a shit talking way, no i dont think either of you are like that, rather more so just talking about the others

BONUS STUFF:

you call gangle, zooble, jax, and pomni generic 'dad nicknames' so like. think sport, champ, bud, pal. stuff like that, with varying reactions... i think gangle wouldnt fight it and actually appreciates it. zooble scoffs and rolls their eyes, jax plays into it while loudly and obnoxiously calling you dad. (whenever you ask him to do something he loudly goes like "okay DAAAAAAD" before likely not doing the thing that was asked of him), pomni is just confused really since shes not all that used to it. huh. guess youre a dad of 4 now

you and ragatha tend to clean up after the others, leaving you two alone and you guys just. talk as you clean. probably do impressions of the others in a really comical and dramatic as well as exchanging stories

you and kinger hunt for new pillows to add to his fort. you try to coax him into stepping out of the tent and explore the grounds, so far you're unsuccessful

touching on the gossip thing from gangles part caine probably tries to ask you for some "juicy drama" about the others. who is having issues with her, whos crushing on who, stuff like that... i think caine would try to play matchmaker if there actually is someone who has a crush on someone else... this goes for the current cast as well as those who have come and gone from the digital circus (cough cough abstracted)

[teatreeoilll]

ViolinProdigy!Megumi has my heart. w/c - 600 (Reposted from my old blog which I don't have access to anymore (thanks Tumblr), if you liked it reblogs or likes would be appreciated to get me back on track since I've lost all my followers and half my work :(

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“You’re biting your nails again, Fushiguro.”

“What?” He takes a split second to register your words before letting the hand near his mouth dig back into his pocket, “Uh, sorry.”

“I like seeing you nervous,” you admit, barely audible beneath the wave of applause coming from the auditorium.

He sighs at the noise, placing a long finger near his ear, waiting for you to repeat yourself.

“I said ‘Good luck with your performance’!” You smile bashfully, nudging at the door where the stage manager waves frantically at Megumi.

He nods at the man, kneeling down to run gentle fingers on the clasps of the violin case to undo them, taking out the instrument before following the stage manager out of the waiting area.

Even though you have a seat reserved in one of the spaces prearranged for friends and family, you watch him through the crack of the stage door, listening to the other soloists groan as soon as Megumi swings his bow onto the strings.

"It's precise," a light-haired boy says, resting his arms on his own violin case, "but emotionless."

You feel your face grow red; the perfect sounds tickling your ears are nothing but pure feeling.

"Quiet, Naoya." An older man beside him chides, tugging at his thick English-style mustache. "If you listen, you might understand why your ass fits so well in the second place."

-

Megumi's quiet all the way to the train station. He finds a seat on a bench in a secluded corner, scooting to the side to make room for you.

"First place again, huh, Fushiguro?" You elbow him, trying to interrupt his pensive state.

He only utters a small Mh-hmm, watching another full train depart from the platform, clutching at the violin case resting on his leg.

"You should be happy, Megumi."

"It wasn't perfect," he mutters.

"It was perfect, you should have heard Nayoa's whines as soon as you started playing!" you beam, hoping it would improve his mood, but he just stares off into the space between the bench and the platform.

The train ride felt long, and his legs grew weary of standing pressed against a crowd of people - but despite living a far way from where your station was, Megumi stepped out together with you, like he always did, just to walk you home.

"Why did you say you liked seeing me nervous?" He finally utters when you cross the bridge exiting the station.

"I thought you didn't hear that," you mumble, trying to swallow to relieve the dryness forming in your throat, "I guess it just makes you look more, uh - human?"

"You're saying I don't look human?" He furrows his brows, coming to a halt behind you.

"I don't mean it like that," you turn to face him, watching his features under the yellow light of the street lamp, "You just look so rigid all the time that I -," you lift your arm to press two fingers to the bridge of his nose, smoothing out the wrinkles formed there by his expression, "I like to be reminded that you have feelings, too."

"I have feelings, y'know." He says, a blush creeping on his cheeks.

"I know, I just said you do!"

You walk the rest of the way home in silence, secretly scolding yourself for saying something so brazen. You smile at him when you reach your doorstep, delivering a quick 'See you tomorrow' before stepping inside.

Megumi takes the long route to his house, repeating the same phrase over and over; "I have feelings for you (Name)," he utters silently into the air, "Just tell her dumbass, it isn't that hard."

[sheriffmango]

hmm mango since ur getting so many anon asks about ships i must ask, do you have any paticular thoughts on klavier/emo

Klavier/Ema? Like Klavier X Ema? Like Klavema? Like Klema? I like that ship a lot actually. VERY MUCH. It means a LOT to me. One look at my blog and I think it'll grow apparent that I like Klema a lot. I just looked at my gallery and I have a total of 13 Klema illustrations (excluding nsfw and doodles) Klema is #1 in my tierlist of "ace attorney ships mango likes" and it's kind've because it follows a trope that I find myself liking a lot and its basically "God I hate this guy so much they are so annoying and obnoxious but they have nice boobs and i'm only human" . Before ace attorney my favorite ship was IttoSara from Genshin impact and it was basically the same fucking thing HOWEVER in ACE ATTORNEY. There was a difference. I AM KIN WITH EMA. If you are KIN WITH ONE OF THE CHARACTERS IN A SHIP. IT HITS DIFFERENT. IT REALLY DOES (also ace attorney characters are just way better written than genshin impact characters thus theres so much more to analyze there)

Klema as a ship is actually kinda ridiculous when you play Apollo Justice, Klavier and Ema only interact directly a couple of times in canon and whenever they're not talking to one another the closest thing is that they talk about one another so you only get fragments of their relationship and not even enough to develop a full picture. Why does Ema hate Klavier? Aside from Ema telling us "hes annoying. he's got all his fans and he's not even allat" we don't actually know any deeper reason as to why Ema hates Klavier so much. (Also she already doesn't like Klavier long before she finds out about Klavier's involvement in Phoenix's disbarment) How about Klavier? What does he feel about his subordinate? From what we've seen, he's just nonchalant over Ema's disdain for him, sometimes annoying about it..

A lot of people who like the ship just as much as I do like to look at the many gaps that canon leaves us and decide “Hey, this could make for some good tragedy!” and then cement the gaps with heart-wrenching angst. Although I really like those works (I like most things Klema to be honest) I personally have gone with what is possibly the most simple, most fun headcanon route for these two…………… I don't believe they were exes, I don't think anything happened between them. They are just two idiots who bicker like an old married couple. Ema hates Klavier for no deeper reason other than "He's annoying and sparkly and glimmerous and stupid and dumb" and also the fact that cruel fate has dictated that she now has to work UNDER this guy who thinks he’s the center of the world. And now Klavier, for the first time he’s met with a lady who’s not swayed by his charms, he’s grown accustomed to those sparkling eyes filled with awe of his very presence that Ema’s face that reads nothing but “I don’t like you.” shakes him to his very core. Once he realizes that it’s probably easier to make a friend out of someone who hates you rather than someone who sees you as nothing more than a famous object, he does what he does best — be annoying to those he likes.

I have this one particular headcanon, I couldn’t fit it in some appropriate place here so like here you go random ass headcanon: Klavier doesn’t like to go in investigations not because he’s a whiny bitch or whatever who doesn’t want to see dead bodies (though that's probably part of it) but primarily because he wants Ema to take over the investigations and let her forensic special interest take the reigns. (and also he’s aware that ema’s a detective and that she’s not really supposed to do forensic work so he makes it so where she’s the only person present in crime scenes so no one is there to judge her lol)

ANYWAY back to the regularly scheduled program. Klema after Turnabout Succession is where the ship soars. Klavier is in his most depressed state after the events of Turnabout Succession, although he’s freed himself from the chains of Kristoph’s manipulation… he’s lost someone who he thought was dearest to him. He’s the loneliest at this point, his brother is no more and so as his bandmate (I do not think Klavier has other friends other than Daryan i’m afraid), he’s lost everything. Ema’s probably shocked by the events of the trial too, mixed emotions come to mind but one sticks out the most; anger that Klavier has had a play in the disbarment of the man who saved her life but she quickly comes to her senses, what happened to him was not all that different from what happened to her and Lana… except well, circumstances were far crueler to Klavier. Now that they had common ground, Ema softened up to Klavier and they became real friends.

And then yaaday aada yaada they become lovers this is Klema after all

[pruneunfair]

Damn I used to hate Diana from For my derelict favorite and OMG so glad I find this blog

The work itself is really deceptive, it literally tricked me into thinking Diana is a terribly arrogant, self centered ungrateful bitch (I think this is why Media literacy should be encouraged, else you'll have Children thinking it's okay to force beliefs down someone's throat), I made a rant post on my own blog and to a old deactivated mutual's ask box before about LOTS OF Diana hate

Y'know I used to like Revenge fantasies cuz I didn't have much else to consume, but not that post about Diana writing in the narrative is so great!

Yeah I learn a lot I suppose, revenge fantasies are REAL cans of toxicity that not everyone is willing to deal with safely

Trust me, I once commented about Ariadne being a terrible bitch too much to Isabella and basically everyone not Cesare in the 1st timeline on one comment about Isabella and Cesare being this two times cheating couple and the replier just basically gives me a cutthroat reply where basically whether I reply or not, the results aren't different, practically the same, I'll be seen as the "idiot who takes the evil bitch's side", they literally give an explanation that's not even related to my comment and more about "How dare you think differently about our queen Ariadne??" That's when I know, I refuse to take part in such an argument cuz it's only futile and anger inducing. This is why Media literacy is important, what's the point of debate if the other party is gonna always treat you as guilty and try to bring you down at all cost for saying something different about their blorbo? That's exactly like encountering Hestia in real life isn't it now?

I've learnt taking the silent treatment route is better for me and my mind

I've been jokingly referring to Hestia as the average webtoon commenter isekaied and this only backs the reason why.

Admittedly, Isabella is much easier to hate then Diana but when she gets repeatedly defeated over and over as she slowly becomes a royal prostitute, you just feel pity knowing Ariande is climbing higher for doing more or less the same thing as her sisters, just smarter and not as stupid. Which an evil protagonist wouldn't be a bad thing on its own, Roxana and depths of malice do this well because they are self aware that Roxana and Verta are bad people wheras the narrative of im the queen in this life shoves the message that Ariande is only doing these things for the good of the future.

for me, when it comes to internet arguments, I go by the three reply rule. If I replied to them a total of three times and they still won't stop fighting, you stop interacting. No need to argue with any Hestias when you know you aren't crazy

[ask-the-parabalis-gang]

Hiii!!! I'm the mod of @the-demonic-people and I just want to say that your blog is so cool! I just wanna know, what's the plot of the blog and the story? I haven't properly checked the entire thing yet. Anyways, hope u have a nice day ^^

THANK YOU SO MUCH OH MY GOODNESS

I should probably write down the plot, all I’ve done was give cryptic hints at it because I’m stuck in the purgatory of wanting to infodump everything but not wanting to spoil anything.

TWs: Implied forced relationship, manipulation, death (lots of it), cults and religious imagery, mentions of parental and domestic abuse, phobias, mental and physical disorders

So buckle up, ladies, gentlemen, neithers, boths, and in-betweens, for I present:

The Plot (TM)

It’s Patchy Skelter’s 18th birthday!!! This is wonderful and amazing cuz she has an incredibly dangerous disorder that makes her unable to feel pain. She wasn’t supposed to live this long, but she did!! Yippee for her!!

Clay is her bestiewestie. They get bullied by Poly, who is a dick. However, it’s not about that right now. Patchy has a birthday. Their life is wonderful. They go to a cool little venue in a restaurant/bar and play music with their band. Patchy is there. All is well in the world.

Patchy’s two father figures are there too — Orgon and Cal. They used to be gay. But they currently are gay?? Wowzers they’re working things out probably!! Patchy ships them because we love old man yaoi (is it still considered old man yaoi if they’re in their 40s). People also ship Patchy and Pith, the singer in Clay’s band, because we also love lesbians here.

Clay third wheels both Orgon and Cal as well as Patchy and Pith. They are sad about this.

Woah why is Orgon looking at Clay and Pith in a sussy way. It’s like he knows something strange but that couldn’t be. Eh it’s probably nothing. He hasn’t exactly been the same since a traumatizing car accident that happened two years ago on December 22, 2004.

Woah this is being described in detail!! Is it a major plot point???? (yes)

The next day, Clay sees Poly beat up. Insert concern because Poly’s mum is a notorious douchebag. Poly beats Clay up for caring about him, as one does.

Clay, still worried about Poly because they’re a good person, follows him home. Poly does a bit of a shouty shouty and it’s somewhat angsty. Suddenly Clay gets stabbed. By a needle. With a sedative. Held by Orgon.

Poly, appropriately, is like ‘what in the fuck I hated them but I didn’t want this to happen???’ So they try to call Pith (who they formerly had a shitty relationship with). She doesn’t answer. They go to Patchy who accuses them of attacking Clay and Pith. For once Poly had done nothing, and he leaves sadly.

Meanwhile Clay wakes up in a basement. So does Pith!!!! This is frightening. Pith undergoes panic attack so Clay tries to comfort her. Wait why the fuck is their hand glowing. Could this be MAGIC???? It’s like they’re SIPHONING IT FROM PITH??? WHAT???? Orgon looks pleased with himself. What is he plotting oh my stars.

Meanwhile, Patchy’s stressed over this. She calls up her father figures because Pith’s not answering and she’s really worried. Cal acts relatively normal. Orgon does not. Patchy begins to suspect something but it couldn’t be!! It’s not like her father figures were bad, right????

SUDDENLY PITH PICKS UP. Thank god. She sounds really traumatized so Patchy invites her over. They bond over Patchy’s love of crafts and talk about Poly. It’s revealed that Poly has NPD and has severe issues which is why he acts the way he does. He also worsened Pith’s schizophrenia during their relationship and ended up making her not take her medication anymore.

Pith wants to stay over but hOLY SHIT THERE’S ONLY ONE BED. The two sleep in it. It’s wholesome as fuck. Until Pith gets a nightmare. During the comfort, she opens up to Patchy about the main route of her problems — The Event (TM).

The Event (TM) reveals that Pith used to be a ghost hunter who was fascinated by the paranormal. She was walking through the woods when she heard a strange crash. Then she continued forward and stumbled upon a CULT??? In the sleepy town of Parabalis???? More likely than you think :D

Guess when this Event (TM) took place!!! (Hint: it’s December 22, 2004, aka the same date Orgon had his car accident.) Patchy freaks out at the same-date thing. Shit’s going down.

Clay’s still trapped in Orgon’s basement, not doing so good. They’re contemplating the existence of magic and wonder what the fuck they have. And Pith has had to deal with it this whole time??? No wonder she’s traumatized

Suddenly they hear a conversation from upstairs!! Wait Orgon’s actually SPEAKING??? He sounds like he’s being forced to. Weird. Wait, is that other voice Cal, Patchy’s other father figure :0 They sound gay but not in a good way. A suspicious meeting that Orgon has to go to is mentioned and cults are also mentioned and Clay’s like WTF. This is news to them. Holy shit this is a lot to take in.

More not-so-good-or-consensual gayness happens and then Orgon returns and is visibly Not Well. Clay tries to talk to him about Cal and then Orgon threatens him and now Clay’s frightened!!! But so is Orgon. Huh.

Orgon leaves the weapon he threatened Clay with in a place where they can somehow get it because he’s traumatized and can’t think straight. Clay escapes and when Orgon returns they beat the ever loving shit out of Orgon cuz Orgon’s lowkey a weakling. They pin him down and suddenly there’s a light in his cold dead eyes. Wait that’s snow. What the fUCK-

So it’s revealed that the magic Clay took from Pith was the ability to see into others’ memories. Time to reveal Orgon’s trauma now with this ability!!!!

Clay sees Orgon’s terrible car wreck and watches him straight-up die in a horrific way. Trauma!! Suddenly, Orgon is no longer dead!!! He wakes up incredibly frightened in the middle of a cult, run by Cal. :0

Apparently Cal has magic too — the ability to tamper with life and death and reverse either of those things. Therefore he straight-up believes he’s Jesus Christ. Lots of religious symbolism happens. This delusional man tells Orgon that he owes him his life now, and the life of Patchy because without Orgon, Patchy would be dead.

Clay pulls back to reality and is like ‘holy shit so you’re not bad, you just wanna protect yourself and Patchy from Cal. damn you could have TOLD ME INSTEAD OF BEING CREEPY ABOUT IT’. Orgon’s shit at telling people valuable information, but now we know that Clay has the ability to yoink the powers of Cal to end his reign of terror once and for all.

Anyways Clay, Patchy, and Pith all reunite and talk about what happened. Patchy is skeptical about the existence of magic so Clay uses his spooky memory powers. She sees a really wholesome memory of herself and Orgon being daughter and father and she cries. Then they team up to save Orgon with the Power of Friendship!!!

They go to where the cult is. Cal arrives late and starts talking about ‘a Judas among us’ or something. Hehe among us. Anyways he reveals how he knows about Orgon’s little experiments with the magical children. This betrayal will lead to DEATH!!! Orgon, who had been forced to go, finally expresses fear for once. Ugh I love my sopping wet cat of a man so much SORRY ANYWAYS

The gang burst in like ‘NOOOOOO’. The other cult members flee and it’s symbolic cuz everyone abandoned Jesus too. Lots of religious imagery when Cal’s around. Anyways Cal whips out a fucking gun and threatens the gang. There’s a large kerfuffle but Cal gets the upper hand and is about to kill people when suddenly he’s like ‘wait where tf are my killing powers’. Clay has them!!! They kill Cal. Everything’s good.

WAIT NO IT’S NOT PATCHY GOT SHOT LMAO. Orgon displays even MORE emotion cuz she’s the only thing he’s living for. Patchy ends up fucking dying but now Clay has the powers of Cal, so they can bring her back. Everyone has trauma now. But they’re all alive so it’s not that bad.

Then the plot dissolves into details that make it possible for me to make several sequels. Those I don’t wanna reveal for 1. spoilers and 2. I don’t have sequel details laid out. But yeah everyone gets a happy ending!!!

Or do they :D