#the distracting d3 one

[aurore-parle-de-ses-idees]

@sweetearthandnorthernsky tagged me for a wip game :D

Rules: you will be given a word. Then you share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that starts with each letter of your word.

my word was: CREATE so! here we are :D

C - Cellen was heavy in his hand. It felt like doom… and like waiting. Maybe they had some time yet. The Minister stepped forward himself to snatch it from Dante’s hand.

R - “Redemption?” you say softly. Dain does not answer, moving to check the way ahead, and you find an anger simmering in your chest. It is not redemption if they did nothing to earn punishment, and not in all your travels have you seen a transgression great enough to justify five centuries of indiscriminate anguish. Worth saving… and ah, you and Aether always were alike in this sort of thought, weren't you?

E - Elrohir frowns. “What mountain creature? I saw no living creature but us.” Elladan and Sileär trade looks.

A - A sigh. “Just a dream,” Lyndon mutters. “It’s nothing.” Kormac casts his eyes heavenward. For the love of…

T - They aren't static things, even if they might not properly be called souls, the personae given form. Even the remnants, fractured though some are, are more than just memory impressed upon the world.

E - Even if the other branches were not so eager to follow- and he doubts that Reni, for one, would, though Bak might- he could take the exorcists and leave.

and for tags, if you'd like to have a go at it: @kemendin @sarunohadaki @isi7140 @rlainarin and your word is: VOYAGE

[shierajones]

Rise of Red

So I’m watching this movie and doing Simone Biles levels of mental gymnastics to make this all connect to the original story and have the plot holes fill in. Here are my attempts at cohension from the beginning:

SPOILERS!!!!

It’s been 30 years since Auradon was founded.

The math isn’t mathing but sure, let’s say after D3, everyone went on adventures, Ben and Mal got married and they all took time to mature and grow in their roles. As the years have passed, they recognize what a terrible job Beast did as a leader and they want to increase trade and foreign relations with other countries.

Uma says that Ben and Mal put her in charge of everything while they (along with Evie and Jay) are making alliances with other countries.

Of course! Because Beast sucks as a leader so they don’t trust him to take back over even if only temporarily. Gil and Harry (and most of the pirates we’ve seen) are missing from Uma’s crew, because she asked them to help Ben and Mal on their journey. Hook is serving as Captain in Uma’s absence and Jay and Gil have grown very close since traveling Auradon together through the years so it makes sense.

Chad is Cinderella and Charming’s son, but Chloe will one day be queen of Cinderellasburg.

Cinderella and Charming had fertility issues at first and Chad is adopted. Chloe is their miracle baby and, though younger, is the true-born heir to the throne. They love and support Chad in all things and have pampered him his whole life. Given the struggles they had to conceive, they don’t regret showering Chad with love but they recognize he’s a bit spoiled and not fit to be king one day.

The future shows Red and the Queen of Hearts ruling on the throne together. I guess we’re assuming since she’s black and red it means she’s evil.

We never actually see that this future is prevented. The ultimate endgame may still be the same, that Red rules with her mother. I’m going to say, this future was not prevented, just that the Queen of Hearts turn to evil was delayed.

In the past, many of the heroes and villains that we know are in high school together.

Many but not all. This is just a blip in their histories and the stories to come in the future are still canon. We don’t actually see any of the villain/hero pairs (Maleficent & Aurora) (Hook & Peter Pan) (Hades & Hercules) so outside of two couples being established (Jasmine and Aladdin in love and Ella and Charming flirtation/mutual pining) there’s nothing that makes some of the stories automatically false. I’d say some of the events in high school just blacken their hearts more and turn them into real villains.

Bridget and Ella’s personalities seem to be switched (with a more evil skew on Bridget’s end as an adult). This one is long.

Ella was Bridget’s only friend and because she was grounded, she wasn’t supposed to be able to make it to the Castlecoming. She cancels on Bridget and leaves her alone. However, Fairy Godmother is also friends with Ella and has been practicing her magic more and is now in possession of a powerful spellbook (more on that later). She wants a way to help her and is finally successful casting an enchantment that gets Cinderella to the dance for a short time. When her curfew hits, the spell will be reversed and send her home. When she gets to the dance, instead of finding Bridget, she gets caught up in Charming and after the song playing changes to So This is Love, they share their first dance. The two are so engrossed in each other and discovering their feelings are mutual that she doesn’t notice anyone or anything else. However, Bridget sees her and is excited at first until she realizes Ella isn’t seeking her out. She’s stuck on Charming. The song playing when Ella walked in is Shuffle of Love and Bridget is trying to focus but makes a mistake. She turns again to Ella to see if she’ll jump in and help but she’s still too distracted by Charming. Left heartbroken she moves and just watches them on the dance floor while staying isolated on the sidelines. She tries to ignore her feelings because she should be happy for Ella but she can’t stop crying a little. She should’ve been there for her. Isn’t that what friends are for? Then, Uliana comes to talk to her and seemingly comfort her. For a second, she thinks she’s coming around to be her friend. She doesn’t think twice when she offers her a cupcake. Suddenly she’s transformed to a monster and everyone around her starts laughing. Ella and Charming’s attention is finally broken from each other and they turn to see what’s going on. Upon seeing this monster, they laugh too thinking it’s just a prank—with no idea who the monster is. But Bridget’s last shred of hope is broken seeing her only friend laugh at her pain after ignoring her the whole night. When Ella finally realizes who it is, she tries to run after her and loses her shoe. She almost catches her to comfort her but then is whisked away by Fay’s spell and finds herself back at, sitting in the barn. Ella, still grounded is left feeling a mixture of joy, love, pain and regret from the events of the night. She can’t contact Bridget or see her until school starts again on Monday. By Monday it’s too late. Bridget, having spent the weekend with no one to talk to or comfort her decides Love Ain’t It and takes on a new mantra for her life. She looks into the Looking Glass and sees her evil future with her daughter. Fine, if that’s what she becomes, why try? At school, Ella tries to apologize and beg for forgiveness but it’s too late. She tries to tell her how her kindness made her strong, how she’s always respected that about her and loves her like a sister but it’s not enough. She tries to show her with her actions. She takes on the persona Bridget always had because it was good, it was kind, it was true strength. She doesn’t want to suffer for one mistake and doesn’t want Bridget to allow that night to define her, but again, it’s too late. Bridget already knows how this story ends and it’s not with love and friendship. She decides to let the fear and power be her friend and becomes the worst bully they’ve ever seen.

Uliana and her crew were troublemakers so would never have been able to open the spellbook and prank Bridget.

Before Red and Chloe showed up, Uliana and her crew were going to lure someone else in to get the book. Fay! They manipulated her with fear and hope—the promise that she could use the Sorcerer’s book when they were done to perfect her magic. So she did it, just like her daughter tried to take the wand in D1.

Merlin just lets Red and Chloe into school, partners them with their mothers “coincidentally” and sees the open window after the break in but doesn’t try to find out who else was able to escape.

He’s aware that Red and Chloe are time travelers and knows there’s a reason to change the timeline as they have. He knows what’s to come with Beast banning magic and shipping off the villains. He wants to change that story too and these girls are the catalysts. This change in history is going to open the doors for magic to be welcomed back to Auradon in the future as they return and have to fix what they’ve changed.

[callalillywrites]

In Need of a Distraction

Written for @flufftober's Fluff Bingo. D3 - Missing the Other (tweaked to Missing Someone).

Frank Adler Masterlist | Fluff Bingo Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Pairing: Frank Adler x F!Reader

Word Count: 1808

Summary: You knew Frank wouldn't handle having Mary gone for a week, so you prepared a little surprise to help him cope. It might just help you, too.

Warnings: cranky Frank; death mentioned (reader's family members; brief grief; missing Mary (both Frank and Reader); fluff

A/N: Welcome to my first official Frank Adler fic. I'm definitely looking forward to writing more for this cranky boy.

I do not give permission to have my works copied, translated, reposted, or fed into an AI machine.

*****

Frank checked his watch for the tenth time before sliding towards the front window.

You had to hide your smile behind the cards in your hands.

The two of you had been playing cards for the past couple of hours. Though, playing might be a bit of a stretch as Mary had taken off for her girl troop's all-week trip shortly after you started. Frank, for his part, had managed to keep himself fairly present for the next thirty or so minutes. After that though, things started to dip, his attention span waning with every passing minute.

A sigh escaped him while his mouth slid into a deeper frown.

Oh, he was really getting cranky, you couldn't help noting.

"You know she'll be okay," you said softly, hoping to distract him.

He nodded, but he didn't stop checking his watch or watching the window.

Standing abruptly, he began pacing the length of the living room. His cards remained face down on the table, his mind clearly forgetting the game you'd been playing.

"She has spent the night away from you several times over the years. What's a few more days tacked on?"

Mary's weekend routine had been something you learned quite early on in your acquaintance with the Adler duo. Friday nights saw Mary under Roberta's care so Frank could have one night to himself and enjoy his bachelor status. That soon grew to two nights when you took over Saturday nights as your friendship with one cranky Frank grew.

Those Saturday nights had proved fun and quite eye-opening. Super smart and typical attitude to boot sure, Mary was a real sweetheart and knew you cared about her and Frank. You never made a secret about how much you cared about them, especially Mary. The young girl was just too sweet not to fall in love with her.

Frank proved the harder of the two to get to know, but you'd been slowly and steadily knocking down his walls. It'd taken a lot for him to trust you with Mary, but you've never let him down once he did. You also made sure he knew he could lean on you when he needed another person in his corner. That time really came when his mother entered the picture and tried to take Mary from him.

It was a time that still got you hot under the collar if you thought about it too long.

In the end, Frank was able to keep custody of Mary. It was something you knew he didn't take for granted, not with how close he'd come to losing her. She was his entire world since the day he became her de facto guardian. You had no doubts she'd remain his whole world forever. If all you could claim was a small piece of it, then so be it. You were content.

"She's never been so far for so long," he grumbled, his words almost too soft for you to catch. He continued to pace for another minute or so before dropping back into his chair. His cards remained on the table in front of him, forgotten entirely. His hand came up and scrubbed down his face. A moment later, he's pushed himself out of his chair to pace some more.

No way were the two of you finishing your game.

You let out a groan as you picked up his hand and noted how bad it was compared to yours. A lost win if ever there was one. With the hand you had, you'd already been banking on him owing you a great favor. It hurt to see that gone by the wayside at that point.

Win some, lose some, you guessed.

At least, you still had a little trick up your sleeve.

"Oh, no, hey, we were still playing," Frank said, catching you putting up the cards in the drawer of a side table near your chair. "I wasn't…"

You shook your head. "It's fine. Besides, something told me you'd need a distraction. Wanna take a drive with me? I wanna show you something."

The way Frank hesitated, you feared he'd decline your offer, putting your surprise off another day.

Thankfully, you'd learned a trick from Mary and put that trick to good use.

"No, not you, too," Frank groused, his head dropping to his chest. When he blew out a breath, you knew you'd won as he muttered, "Fine, fine, I'll go with you, but put that pout away. I hate it."

Yet, the look he gave you when he finally glanced up again told you he didn't mind the pout so much.

Grinning, you took his hand and practically dragged out of the house and into his old, beatup truck. You tossed him the keys which you'd snatched on the way out and merely raised a brow when he continued to sit and stare at you.

"Anyone ever tell you how pushy you are?" he asked, his hand reaching up with the keys and eventually turning the ignition.

The truck came to life while you flashed him your best grin, saying, "Yeah, I think I've heard that once or twice. You gotta problem with me being pushy?"

"Nah, there are worse traits out there," he said, flashing you one of his smirks before backing out of the drive. "Which way?"

Over the next several minutes, you guided him through the darkening streets until he pulled into the marina where he used to work. A few more turns later, he parked the truck outside the workshop, his gaze turning to you, questioning.

"Come on. It's not much further."

You unbuckled and shot him a sly grin, slipping out of the truck. When he joined you at the front of his truck, you grabbed his arm and tugged him around the corner and down one of the aisles of the marina. Excitement buzzed through your veins at the surprise you knew was waiting your arrival. It arrived just that morning and in better shape than you could've hoped for after so many years locked away, gathering dust.

Seeing the old boat docked in its new slip, you allowed yourself a soft squeal.

That certainly caught Frank's attention. His attention, which had been focused on you, shifted to the boat close to where you stopped.

"Ta-da," you exclaimed, letting go his arm and throwing both of yours to encompass the boat itself.

His gaze swept over the boat, noting every flaw and detail that needed work. His jaw ticked as he swallowed back the first thing that came to his mind.

You knew this because his gaze trailed over to you and he cringed. If anyone else had brought him this boat, you could well imagine his initial reaction. After all, you'd been privy to it a few times over. But no, this was you, and you were his friend. Even if the urge was there, he'd learned to play nicer with his small group of friends.

"It's a boat," he finally said, going with the obvious.

That was enough to pull a chuckle from you. "Of course, it's a boat, silly."

"Not in the best shape," he added, cautiously.

You nodded.

"I know. It was my dad's. When he died, my uncle promised to take care of it, but he kinda lost interest in them after losing my dad. It's been sitting in storage since." You had to swallow as memories worked themselves to the surface, but you shook them to the side. Meeting Frank's sympathetic gaze, you managed to tilt your lips into some semblance of a smile. "In its prime, my dad would take me out every weekend. We'd fish or simply cruise the lake, spending some hours together. It was a wonderful time. Some of my favorite memories happened on those weekends."

Frank didn't say anything, but he moved closer. One hand skimmed over the port-side gunnel, checking its condition. The other ran down the hull and noted a few concerns based on the way his brows scrunched together.

You simply watched him at work.

While it'd been a couple years since he'd worked on boats full time, you knew he still helped out occasionally at the marina. Usually, he did for some extra cash to help pad the account he'd started for Mary and her future. Sometimes, he'd splurge with the money he made, taking you and Mary out to eat at one of the nicer restaurants in town.

After a few minutes, he carefully hopped over the hull and into the heart of your dad's boat. He checked over everything bow to stern, noting every detail that'd need attention. His hands and gaze missed nothing. A lot of time was spent near the stern with him crouched down to take in the dual engines and their conditions.

When he finally came back to you, he didn't beat around the bush as he said, "It's a lot of work, but it's salvageable. Not gonna be cheap though, but I can try and find some deals. She'll be a beautiful addition to this place once she's fixed up though."

"Money's not an issue," you said, bouncing on your feet, "but does that mean you'll do it?"

Frank's gaze swept over the boat before he nodded, a small grin peeking through. "Yeah, I'll do it, but you're going to help me."

"Wouldn't have it any other way. Figured this would be a good way to pass the empty hours this week. Maybe it'll help us miss Mary a little less. If we get far enough, we can take it out with her next weekend. Possibly? See how it runs? I think it deserves to make some new memories, don't you?"

His grin widened a bit. "Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Before you could make out his intent, Frank had you wrapped in his arms and lifted you off your feet. His bearded cheek tickled yours while his lips found yours and pressed a quick but promising kiss against them. The first time he'd ever done that in your years of friendship.

When he pulled back, his grin was so wide it had to hurt as he murmured, "You're very hard not to love, know that?"

"Am I?" you asked though your own grin grew to match his. "You're not so hard to love, either. I mean, you have Mary as your biggest selling point, but you're not so bad yourself."

"You really love her, don't you?"

You nodded. "Yeah, and her uncle, too. In case he was wondering."

"He was," Frank said, pressing another kiss to your lips.

And another and another until you were practically dizzy for him.

Thoughts of Mary and missing her slipped from your minds. They were sure to come back sooner or later, but you two were happy to have these new developments to stave off those thoughts.

[angelsleepinggurl]

𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙤 𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙪𝙞𝙩𝙚.

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↻ ◁ || ▷ ↺ Die For You - The Weeknd ('70s James Bond Style Cover) starring Tatum Langley

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. Dawn and Twilight. The unstoppable duo. But what dit he past lovers do when they’re stuck in a spy predicament?

wc . around 1,529

tags . agent twilight. loid forger. twilight x reader. loid forger x reader. angsty. mentions of d3@th. mentions of su1c1d3. mission. reader is a spy. forbidden love. reader is called dawn.

The clock creeps towards midnight and the both of you, Twilight and Dawn, take careful steps down the dark alleyway. The moonlight casts ever-moving shadows that dance underneath the stars on the rocky pavement. The air seems to be thick with the pressing tension of the mission, urgent to capture the targets. With guns positioned in front, the both of you continue walking along the path, staying close to the walls. Another explosion goes off, this time closer to your location, frightened you jump slightly.

Twilight, ever the silent professional, gestures ahead, eyes narrowing at the sight of two guards patrolling the perimeter of the target building. You nod, understanding the unspoken command. It's time to split up. You take the left flank, pressing yourself against the cool, rough surface of the wall. Your breaths come shallow and controlled, each one a conscious effort to remain undetected.

The earpiece buzzes softly, and Twilight's voice, calm and composed, fills your ear. "Two guards at the east entrance. I'll distract. You infiltrate."

"Copy that," you whisper back, fingers tightening around the grip of your silenced pistol. Adrenaline surges through your veins, sharpening your senses. You wait for the signal, watching as Twilight steps into the light, drawing the guards' attention with a well-placed diversion.

With the guards distracted, you slip through the shadows, each movement precise and deliberate. You reach the door, a rusty, heavy thing that creaks ominously as you push it open just enough to slide through. You move quickly, your footsteps barely a whisper on the worn linoleum floor.

A quick glance at the blueprint in your mind guides you down the narrow hallway. The target room is just ahead, a secure vault containing the intel you and Twilight have risked everything to obtain. You pause at the corner, listening for any signs of life. The faint hum of machinery and the distant murmur of voices reach your ears, but nothing immediate.

"Twilight, I'm in," you murmur into the comms, your voice steady despite the pounding of your heart.

"Good. Stay alert," comes the response, a note of concern slipping through Twilight's usually stoic demeanor.

Suddenly, Twilight's voice cuts through the silence, a note of urgency you've never heard before. "They're setting explosives. We don't have much time."

Your heart skips a beat. The mission has taken a deadly turn. You push forward, entering the central hall to find Twilight crouched by a device, his face illuminated by the harsh glow of the timer counting down.

From yoiur building you see him inthe distance, far into the opposing building,a t the top of the tower. Without thinking you rush out of the building, desparate to save your love. Twilght.

The two of you have had your forbidden share of each other, in past when the two of you were new and naive and let your feelings cross your job. As a spy, feelings are not a part of the contract. You got caught by your superior fraternising on the mission, causing the target to go free, and causing great calamity. The two of you got separated for years, on different missions across the world as a price of your selfishness. Through all the time you’ve spent apart, you’ve never had a night, where the image of him doesn’t appear. He seems to be the focus of your life and you can’t seem to rid him. The n came the day they announced you’d be sent back, working in the same division, and every second counting down to that flight back had your skin itching in anticipation, anticipation to see your Twilight. If he reciprocated those feelings were unbeknownst to you, after all, years have passed, new people have been met, expertise and professionalism have increased and one lesson has been learnt between the two of you. Now Twilight seems like a man of lacking a heart and the ability to empathise, almost as if the two of you never happened, like it was some big slip-up, messing up his career. You didn’t care. Sure it was detrimentally crushing when the truth was learnt and faced, but you’re professional. These silly feelings will die away and you can carry on with your life.

The sound of your shoes on the fire escape near him causes him to lift his head.

"Dawn they've rigged the place," he says, looking up at you, his eyes betraying a flicker of fear.

“I know.” you respond, though Twilight not quite catching on to the reason why your face is still, he doesn’t process.

"We can disarm it, but it’s too risky. They’ll escape. The only way to ensure they’re captured is-” you kneel next to him sielntly, keeping your eyes on the grate the both of you are supported on, suspend in the air, beneath the the ticking ball of death.

“Twilight.” you start, looking up at him, the only glimmer in your eyes is that of the moon reflecting from it, and the only twinkle is from the tears pricking them. “I can’t let you live this life knwoing I haven’t died telling you this.” you begin. “I love you. Since the day I met you, the day I laid my eyes on you, I’ve loved you unconditionally ever since. No matter how many oceans they spearated us I still hedl you dear to my heart. This isn’t professional and you may not even reciprocate but I still lvoe oyu endlessly, and I know emotions shouldn’t come in the way of the mission but I’m willing to stay behind as you go the gates and lock the guards.” you say, tears running down your face in a consistent stream, your voice not quivering thought.

The air seems to thicken as you swallow thickly awaitign his response, awaiting the bomb to explode, awaiting the failure of this doomed mission.

“I love you.” he states bluntly at first, but when you look up at him you see his face melt with fear, relief and regret all at once. In an instant, his demeanour has cracked. “I haven’t gone a night without thinking about us, what if we never got split up, where would be be now. My heart has been yearning for you the second I woke up to you gone and it’s never been reassured since.” he places his hand in yours, which rests atop the pattern of the metal grate. It is magnetic, its attraction, the way the both of you pull together from your core, lips fitting together like a lock and key. The kiss is sweet and sharp, sweet with a solid resolution, a kiss shared between the fact both of you share a mutual love. But the sharp, acidity of your kiss is mingled with your tears, the both of your rue and regret, the both of your longing for more time.

Time.

Pulling away, you take a shaky exhale, the both fo you locking eyes, finding comfrot in the midst of of the chaos.

“Dawn,I can’t die without asking you, to be mine again? If you wish.” he asks, his blond locks are disarranged and beautifully fall on his face.

“Wait-”

“Listen there’s just no other way.” he explains, stroking the hair beside your face to consolidate you as the tears reinvite theirselves again.

“Not here has to be. There-there has to be. I-”

He shakes his head sorrowfully, a small smile on his lips. “There is no other way.”

“But it doens’t end like this. It doesn’t end like this in my dreams. in my dreams we-we get married and live in a beautiful white house, with a dog and kids and-and-.” you’re breaking down again, in his arms as you place your head on his chest as he cradles you. You sobbing profusely, scared to lose the only connection you’ve ever made, taking the moment shared together for granted, not truly appreciating the importance of them. Failing to comprehend the ephemerality of human life. Though you calm down, you don’t have any other choice and the man seems set on his decisions, no matter how much they twist your heart.

“Well then, Dawn, do you take me Agent Twlight, to be your lawfully wedded husband?” he asks you as you seprate and slowly, slowly, you nod, pressing your lips into a tight line.

“I do.” you mutter, deppenign the phsycial connection from your cheek to his hand that caresses it.

“And will you, Dawn, all me to take you as my lawfully wedded wife?”

“You can.”

The two of you share another haste, kiss, almost as if, if the both of you don’t hold each other any higher then the other will slip away into the air, only to be remembered as a memory. The both of you pull away, resting your foreheads together.

“I love you, Dawn.” he whispers, keeping it a precious fondness between the both of you.

“I love you too, Twilight.” you respond.

Without another second to waste, he urges you to enter the tower, throguht the widnow beside you. Biting back your sobs, you forcefuly smile at him. Watching as he rertuns the warm smile, before falling back into the exploding flames beneath.

Love so bittersweet.

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this was very impulsive. i know yall don't really dig up angst the same way yall do smut. (horndogs) but i had to write this anyway.

[hannahhook7744]

Auradon Kid Moodboards (Part 1);

Allison 'Ally' Ludovica Collodi-Rossi-Liddell.

The fifteen year old (by d3) daughter of Alice Liddell and Pinocchio Collodi-Rossi.

Student at Auradon Prep.

She is a member of the Auradonnas and wants to be a detective when she grows up. It's possible she might inherit her mother's shop 'Mad For Tea' when she's older if one of her siblings don't.

She is a kind, impulsive, mysterious, curious girl who sometimes has a nasty habit of jumping to conclusions. Something she is trying to work on so she can be a better detective.

She's single, may have a situationship with Jordan, and has a pet cat named 'Dino'.

She can also talk to cats and cat-like beings.

Pino 'Pin' Giuseppe Collodi-Rossi-Liddell.

The thirteen almost fourteen year old (by d3) bio son of Alice Liddell and Pinocchio Collodi-Rossi.

He is a first year student in d1 that Mal likes to mess with.

He is a nerdy, geeky, smart, anxious, gossipy prankster who doesn't always think things through when getting up to mischief with his step cousin, Tulip. He's also a bit of a smartass and he is terrified of fire, termites, dolls, and puppets.

He ends up dating Julieanna Foulfellow sometime after d3 and he has a pet cat named 'Felicity'.

He doesn't have any powers but he is handy with a slingshot.

Tiger Poeny Rossí.

The eighteen year old (by d3) daughter of Tiger Lily and Romeo Lucignolo Wickley 'Lampwick' Rossi.

Student at Neverland Academy.

She is an athletic, laid back, respectful, somewhat competitive, animal loving hippie of a flower child who occasionally partakes in protests.

She's dating Bobby Hood and has a pet donkey named 'Carrot.'

She doesn't have any powers but she is handy with a slingshot.

Robert 'Bobby' Archer Hood of Locksley.

The eighteen year old (by d3) son of Maid Marian and Robin of Locksley.

Student at Sherwood Forest College/Sherwood Forest University.

Former Sports Commentator at Sherwood High and Archery MVP at Sherwood Forest University.

He is sarcastic, laid back, somewhat competitive, curious, hyperactive, protective, easily distractible, snarky, responsible, and fun loving.

He's dating Tiger Poeny Rossí.

He's a werefox.

Sophie Melinda Mousedale.

The eighteen year old (by d3) daughter of actors Minerva Mousel and Michael Mousedale (aka Minnie and Mickey Mouse).

Former Student and Early Graduate of Auradon Prep.

Apprentice/Intern of Yen Sid.

She is a mousey, antsy, homesick, skeptical, sassy, hardworking, slightly hesitant and cautious, intelligent, and secretly a hopeless cat loving romantic who gets stage fright easily.

She used to have a crush on Gil but is now over it and dating Tanner Baker (Taran and Claire Baker's son). She has four cats named Orcus, Rhea, Titan, and Proserpina.

She knows a little magic and is hoping to learn more before her internship is over.

[thew3ndig0lover]

Sea Trio headcanons

Mine and @snapdrxgon-ivy headcanons for Harry, Uma, and Gil from descendants

In collaboration with @snapdrxgon-ivy

These hc contain triggering topics such as:

ED, Abuse, Child abuse/neglect, alcohol, and unhealthy coping mechanisms

Harry's Parents: Killian Hook & Morgie Le Fay.

Killian is abusive

Harry walks weird because he *cough his dad cough* broke his leg as a kid.

He needs a cane but refuses to use one because it makes him a bigger target for verbal or physical harassment.

He definitely has leg pain because of it. If Uma & Gil notice it getting really bad they force him to sit down. They often have to hold him down/sit on him (they take turns)

Gil can and will pick up Harry and make him sit if he has too. Uma can tooIt's a combination of them being really strong and Harry being light

Harry can *actually* hiss due to the Morgie Ppl outside of the trio don't know until after D3 because a human hissing honestly is more laughable than it is intimidating so Harry kept it quiet until he felt safe.

The first person he hissed at was Jay when Jay snuck up on him,

For a while as kids Carlos thought he was part cat. And he was related to Scar or something.

For years Carlos tried putting shittily made fake cat ears on Harry's head to prove himself right but kept getting caught by one of the trio. Harry bit Carlos once because of itAfter he bit Carlos, Killian found out...Harry didn't bite people again after that...

Harry has little fangs, one of which is chips because he'll chew on things while stressed

Warning for following triggering topics: ED, child abuse, unhealthy coping mechanisms (Violence)

One of the main reasons Harry is so light is because he simply can't stomach most foods. Hook would disappear in his haze of misery for days at a time and Harry, feeling like he needed to be the man of the house, would always give his sisters his food if they ran out before Hook got back. Most of the time he can only eat if he's being fed + distracted, and smaller portions which really worries Uma and Gil.

Harry used to get his energy and anger out by attacking random people on the Isle (always of similar age, he's not a monster) but as he got weaker due to the previous information he started losing fights and now chooses to break things as his coping mechanism

He goes non-verbal for days at a time after Hook insults him or hits him because he's subconsciously terrified of being hurt again, Gil and Uma know that when Harry won't talk that Hook's home again.

Logically he knows his sisters suffered as much as he did but they've moved on much better than he has and sometimes he feels like he was just broken from the start which is why he can't get better like they can. Very "Feels like we had matching wounds but mine's still black and blue and yours are perfectly fine" vibes

Simultaneously, if his sisters ever showed a symptom of their trauma, Harry will blame himself for it by not redirecting Hook's anger onto himself even more and for leaving the house for days at a time just like Hook did.

Warning for following triggering topics: Child abuse

Uma is an absolute PERFECTIONIST in most things, if they aren't she typically comes off as aggressive but it's really severe anxiety because she doesn't want to mess up. Her mother planted the idea in her head that if she messes up, no one will want her, which is also a reason she'll blame her screw ups on other people.

Ursula would switch between severe threats to love bombing within seconds and it's lead Uma to not really know how to trust people. Some of these interactions ranged from "I should've thrown you to the sharks before you became such a problem for me" to "Mommy could've never asked for a more perfect daughter, she just wants you to be your best self"

Loud noises are her worst enemy. Depending on the frequency or type of noise, she'll cover her ears and bury her face in Gil or Harry's chest if they're nearby, but she can't be touched during it or she'll lash out. No one knows why.

Uma claims that she learned to swim but really the correct term would probably be tortured into swimming. Ursula hated that Uma was land-favouring as a child and would drag her underwater "until she learned to love it". Uma never found that love, but she finds a twisted comfort in knowing how to swim now.

Warning for the following triggering topics: Child abuse/neglect

Gil isn't actually really dumb, he's uneducated. Whereas the others on the Isle were able to get some scraps of knowledge, Gil was typically shoved into a room with nothing to stimulate him and had zero care taken into his education. Uma tried tutoring him when she was younger but Gil had already taken to disassociating and nothing stuck sadly so he convinced her to give up.

Despite being a villain kid, Gil admires the heroes in the stories he was told and was desperate for someone to be the Belle to his and his friend's Beast and save them all from the Isle

Gaston didn't lose his looks when going to the Isle and would frequently have a new woman warming his bed, the distraction lead to him leaving Gil alone more frequently and most of the women weren't really the kind of people who'd take pity on a child, smacking or kicking Gil if he ever got in their way, which lead to him taking on this stupid puppy personality. Because if he was already established as a moron, could anyone blame him for being one?

Gil has scars and permanent injuries littering his body from accidents as a child, since he had no parental supervision. There were many times he had a concussion that he had to power through and force himself to stay up at night because of. It also doesn't help that it was easy for him to sneak away for lord knows how long when he was younger and get hurt from outside factors

[staybabblingbaby]

Felix Tinder AU (First Date Part) A2 D3

[Caution: These are not full fics, or even full parts of fics for some, these are part of my writing progress archive!]

Concept: You match with what you think is a Stray Kids fan account on Tinder. You get along great with the account's owner, and think it's probably your most successful match to-date. Little do you know who's actually behind the screen...

Word Count: 1,580

Notes: So this will probably be the actual beginning. Maybe. Some version of it, anyways. idk, the formatting for this one is a bit... And I still have to figure out how to make fake Tinder stuff without photoshop. I do not own adobe products. This may actually end up being the first writing part in a hybrid SMAU, so it might not be the first part at all. We'll see. I didn't read this one back for any editing notes bc This entire fic is fighting me rn and I don't wanna look at it lol

Warnings: None as far as I'm aware

Leave me comments or questions or anything! Love hearing from folks <3

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You nervously tap on your steering wheel, anxious gaze glued to the side door you were parallel parked directly in front of. You felt sketchy as hell, but this was the manager-approved pick-up method apparently. Or at least leader-approved. You weren’t really clear on the details.

You were still sort of processing that this was your life, actually. Details were a bit secondary to the big picture here, you thought.

At last, the door creaks open and the blond head you’d been waiting for pops out. After a brief cautious sweep of his gaze, his eyes lock on your car. You roll the window down to offer him an awkward smile and a little wave.

Then, with a bright smile that made your heart do stupid little summersaults, Yongbok Felix Lee is sliding into your beat-up little jeep. You’re shamefully distracted by his (very) pretty face for a solid 10 seconds before you roll up the window and start moving to a proper parking spot.

You may be dazed by his presence, but by all things good in this world you were not carting off a (sort-of) stranger without talking to them first.

“Hi!” He’s the first to break the momentary silence, sunny grin on full, blinding, blast in your passenger seat. Your brain stalls a second time as your (again) realize that Stray Kids’ Felix is in your car. Like right now. Currently.

“Wazzup?” You greet back with a cheeky little smirk. You feel a bit bad for Felix. Making light of things was your one and only coping mechanism. You hoped he hadn’t been expecting a serious candle-lit dinner from you.

Well. Candles, maybe. Depends on how late the two of you ended up staying out.

Luckily Felix seems delighted by your overly-casual demeanor, bumping your arm with gentle playfulness. It almost feels like you’re two close friends meeting up after a long time instead of (sort-of) near-strangers.

You know that if he spends enough time with you the shell of confidence you’re currently wearing will become transparent, but hopefully the façade would carry you through tonight.

“We’re just moving so we can talk without being in the way before we head out.” You explain, pulling into a shaded parking spot in the corner of the lot. You’ve pulled hopefully far enough away to not attract attention from the doors, but also not far enough to be creepy.

Felix nods, tilting his head curiously at you. “Sure, what are we talking about?”

You put the car in park and laugh a bit at his cuteness. “Just expectations and whatnot,” You say, unbuckling so you can turn and face him properly.

“Before all that, though, are you a hugger?” You hold your arms open a bit, not enough to actually touch him, and making sure you’re not leaning forward, letting him take the reigns of contact.

You worry you may be being a bit too forward, but you were trying for normality with all of this, and you really did open most interactions with hugs when you could. You were touchy like that.

Fears once again unfounded, Felix grins widely and quickly reels you in for as tight a hug as the two of you can manage whilst still seated. He reels you in so quickly, if fact, that your arms become trapped between the two of you and you struggle for a moment to wiggle them free and wrap them firmly around his waist.

As you settle in, you rock the two of you to-and-fro, and Felix lets out a content little sigh that has you melting into the embrace.

You sort of feel like giggling madly and tearing up at the same time. You feel a bit like you need to vomit, as well, but you hold all three urges back. It’s just that Felix holds you so warmly and delicately, you feel a bit like you might shatter before the night even begins.

You reluctantly pull back before you cross the bounds of appropriateness for a first meeting, skootching around so you can bring your legs up into your seat in a weird pretzel and start the conversation properly.

You want to coo at Felix as he imitates you and gets himself comfy as well. You’re down bad for this man already, unfortunately. IT’s best that you don’t let on quite how badly if you can help it. You don’t know if you can.

“So!” You start with a clap, “First of all, allow me to welcome you to our humble city.” You do an awkward showman’s bow, gesturing as grandly as you’re able when you’ve crumpled yourself into the world’s cringiest ball.

You’re so damn lucky that Felix seems so charmed by you so far. You’re begging with everything you can that your innate silliness will guide you through tis interaction without you panicking too hard.

“I’ve been here for several days now, first of all,” Felix starts, eyes twinkling with amusement and mischief. You play right into his hands, squawking with offense and playfully swatting at him.

You both dissolve into giggles as he tries to catch your hands to keep them from hitting him, and you loudly begin to complain, “Oh well, I’m sorry someone was too busy playing two fabulous shows to come see little ol’ me before now!”

“Oh, come on now, you wouldn’t let me get you seats, you deserve this ribbing!” He retorts back, finally catching your hands and putting a stop to your flailing. He pauses then, and you can practically see the gears in his head turning.

“Wait.” He tugs you forward by your hands, staring you down with an expression of delighted disbelief. “Fabulous show? Were you there?”

You quickly turn your head to hide the mirthful smirk on your face, replying only with a drawn out “Maaaaaybe.”

Felix gasps loudly, letting go of your hands only to lightly slap your knee, “Why didn’t you tell me? I could have gotten you backstage or something!”

You wave your hands in front of you, both warding off Felix’s playful attacks nd waiving off his words.

“No, no!” You deny him, continuing on to confess, “I actually had the tickets before we even started talking, I got them right as they went on sale.” You pause and duck you head a bit to hide your blush, “Besides, our first real meeting should be our first date, right? That’s how this works.”

To your slight mortification, you can very easily tell that Felix is trying his hardest not to coo at you, so you quickly rush to move on before he can interrogate you further.

“But we’re getting off track!” You exclaim, pointing at him in gentle threat. He holds up his hands in surrender, but you can tell by the smirk on his face that he wouldn’t let it go that easily. Still, he lets you move the conversation forward for now.

“So, I’m a bit paranoid,” You suddenly confess. Felix’s brow creases with concern, but you continue before he can get any weird ideas into his head, “I just wanna make sure we’re on the same page before we actually go anywhere.”

Felix makes a noise of understanding and gestures for you to continue.

“So I just want to make sure we’re both expecting this to be a romantic date and not, like, a platonic one.” You explain. Felix tilts his head a bit in confusion but nods along.

“Yeah, we’re on the same page there.” He agrees. His gentle smile feels a bit like he’s humoring you, but you plough on regardless.

“And I know we’ve already talked about this, but I don’t put out on first dates. I’m not into hookups, so even if you’re leaving tomorrow I’m expecting this to be the first of many or the first and last date.”

Felix seems to be cottoning onto the intended severity of the conversation, despite its relatively light tone. He nods along, seeming pleased about something. You pause to let him interject, but he just gestures you to continue.

You hesitate a moment, but then finish with, “That’s all, really, I just want both of us to be happy with things at the end of tonight.”

Felix smiles so fondly at you that you think you’ll combust, so you quickly reach across him to open your glove box to pull out a couple of papers, to Felix’s utter bafflement.

“Moving on!” You exclaim, pretending that your ears aren’t burning with the force of your blush, “I also have these!”

You present to Felix a paper with an address and your vehicle details as well as a map with a certain area circled.

“Ok, so, keeping as much a secret as I can,” You begin to babble as Felix examines the papers with confusion painted over his delicate features.

“But I was thinking about what we could do that didn’t involve being in public much and wasn’t expensive or anything, and I came up with a plan. A friend of mine owns some forested land with some nice hiking trails, so I thought we’d start there, but it’s a bit rural and I know it’s weird, so I brought both the lot address and coordinates and my car details so you can tell your people exactly where you’ll be and if phone service dies or anything no one freaks out and-”

You cut yourself off, realizing that you’d probably said way more than you needed to

[littlemisspoets-blog]

Cut, Swallow, Burn

TW: mentions of su!c!d3, cvtt!ng, and drug$/sm0k3ing Traveler: "Why do you do it?" Finder: "To feel something Traveler: "To feel what?" Finder: "That rush" Traveler: "Rush?" Finder: "See when you get this bad, when you're this low, it's like a drug' Traveler: "A drug eh?" Finder: "Yeah, after a while, the pain subsides. Like you swallowed the hard pill or the burning in your throat is calms" Traveler: "Then what?' Finder: "Pain is replaced with pleasure. The rush momentarily lifts you from that low till you're flying, too high up to remember your thoughts or see that endless void in your stomach. You finally feel something. Your pathetic little heart finally fills, though it's with poison, you don't care, Traveler: "But-" Finder: "But, what goes up must come down. It's not a soft landing, though. You crash. Your head slams into reality, and you remember why it  did it in the first place."   Traveler: "Oh....   Finder: "Oh indeed. Oh shit, you see it again, the  endless pit, that void in your stomach. The  one you wish you could jump into, folding  into yourself until you cease to exist.   Traveler: "Is that when you feel like k!lling yourself?"   Finder: "Yeah, I guess, the reminder of all the  thoughts you were hoping to ignore. You  think Maybe if I died, I wouldn't feel like  this anymore. But, you know you can't bring  yourself to do it"   Traveler: "Do you feel better then"   Finder: "You don't feel anything, you feel numb. So,  you do it again make another cut, down  another pill, or take another hit."   Traveler: "When do you stop?"   Finder: "When there's bloOd dripping down your  thighs, when you're out of pills, when all  you have is ashes. But don't worry, you'll cvt  again, you'll get more pills, you'll get another  cig, because if you don't, you'll be left alone  with your thoughts and nothing to distract  you. That could k!ll you faster than any  b3aner, overdose, or lung cancer." 

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Summary:

¤ A vampire that supposedly everyone thinks they do not exist, clearly exist in her world. Pretend is a key to survive, though no vampire hunter. The world is obviously not open-minded either. A human that has nothing with the vampire, came across with each other one day at school, but the contact surely isn't good at all. By right, no one can even understand what happened.

"Stare at me deep down." As the vampire was then forcefully clicked with the human.

"Invite me in." As the human wants to get in the vampire's life. ¤

Pure Nape of Hers masterlist

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Su!c!de and sunghoon's d3@th, bad ending

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The moon was nearly full tonight, its pale light casting long shadows over the quiet streets. You tried to steady your breathing, the cool air brushing your skin, but your heart felt heavier with each step. Sunghoon walked beside you, his hand intertwined with yours, a soft smile on his lips. He looked peaceful, unaware of the storm brewing inside you. Tonight was supposed to be perfect, a moment shared under the moonlight—just the two of you. But midnight was looming, and with it, the end of everything you’ve known.

You forced a smile, glancing at him as you strolled through the park, the soft rustle of leaves filling the silence. "You’ve always loved the night, haven’t you?" you said, trying to keep your voice light, pretending that this was just another date, not the last. But the truth clung to you like a weight you couldn’t shake. Tonight, you were going to end the curse. The knife hidden in your bag felt like it was burning a hole through you—Sunghoon couldn’t know. Not yet.

His friends… Jungwon, Heeseung, Jay, Jake, Sunoo, Niki, even Nako—they had all agreed to help you, understanding the burden you carried. It was their idea to lend their powers, to keep Sunghoon distracted. And to make sure you didn’t lose your nerve when the time came.

As you walked past the flower shop, memories of the past few weeks flooded back. The flower headband Sunghoon had made for you, the quiet moments when it felt like the world was just the two of you… Now, it felt cruel. You blinked back tears, fighting to keep yourself together.

“You okay?” Sunghoon asked, his voice breaking through your thoughts.

You nodded quickly, squeezing his hand. “Yeah, just… thinking about how much I’m going to miss this.” You laughed, but it was shaky, like glass on the edge of shattering.

He didn’t press further, which you were thankful for. You weren’t sure how long you could hold onto this mask, pretending that tonight wasn’t filled with dread. Each moment that passed was like a ticking clock, counting down to midnight.

You stopped at the fountain, one you had visited before during one of your dates. The water shimmered under the moonlight, reflecting your faces, and you couldn’t help but stare at his. How could he be so calm? How could you go through with this, knowing what it meant? You swallowed the lump in your throat, trying to push down the guilt and the overwhelming sadness threatening to consume you.

“You’ve been a little off tonight,” he finally said, turning to face you. “Something bothering you?”

You opened your mouth, but the words stuck. You wanted to tell him everything—that this was the last night, that you were going to free him from this curse, even if it meant losing him. But instead, you just shook your head, forcing another smile. “No, it’s nothing. I’m just... soaking it all in.”

The truth was, you wanted to hold onto this moment, to memorize every detail of his face, the sound of his voice, the way he looked at you with that gentle, unknowing expression. But the closer you got to midnight, the more your hands trembled, and the harder it became to keep up the façade.

By the time you reached the hill overlooking the city, you felt like you were on the verge of breaking. Sunghoon wrapped his arms around you from behind, his chin resting on your shoulder, as you both looked out at the glittering lights. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

You bit your lip, your voice barely a whisper. “Yeah… it really is.”

In the distance, you saw a faint flash—Heeseung and Sunoo were in place. They were signaling that it was almost time. Your heart pounded in your chest, and you could feel the weight of the dual blade knife against your side.

Tears welled up in your eyes as memories of the last three weeks flashed through your mind—the joy, the laughter, the quiet moments where you thought you had forever. But forever wasn’t yours to have. Not unless you went through with this.

You gripped the handle of the knife, your hands shaking as you tried to gather the courage. Sunghoon’s soft breath against your neck was the only thing grounding you, but it also made this moment unbearable.

“I love you,” he whispered, and it was like a dagger to your heart.

You choked on a sob, the tears spilling over. “I love you too… so much.”

You turned to face Sunghoon, your trembling hand slipping from his gasp. The weight of the knife pressed against your side, a reminder of what you had to do, what you had agreed to. But the moment your eyes met his, the facade crumbled. Tears, hot and uncontrollable, spilled doen your cheedk before you could stop them. The pain you'd kept locked inside finally broke free, and for the first time tonight, you couldn't pretend.

Sunghoon's expression shifted from confusion to concern. He stepped closer, his voice gentle yet urgent. "What's wrong? Why are you crying?"

You shook your head, biting your lip as you tried to hold back a sob. You couldn't answer him. Now now. You squeezed your eyes shut, forcing yourself to block out his voice, his face, the memories that threatened to drown you. Your hand moved to the dual-blade knife at your wrist, gripping it so tightly it hurt. The metal felt cold, so at odds with the fire in your chest. You had to do it. You had to end this for him. For both of you.

With trembling hands, you raised the knife, aiming blinding in his direction, your eyes shut to shield yourself from the reality of what you were about to do. You tried to thrust it forward, but before the blade could reach him, Sunghoon's cold, firm grip stopped you. His reflexes—vampire—fast—halted your movement in an instant.

His eyes were no longer the soft brown you'd grown so used to. There were blood red, glowing sith a mixture of confusion and fear. "What are you doing?" His voice was sharper now, demanding answers. His grip tightened around your wrist, his mind pushing against yours, trying to break down your defence. You could feel the pull of his power, seeping into your thoughts, trying to control you.

Before you could respond, Jungeon blurred into view, crashing into Sunghoon with blinding speed, breaking his hold on you. The force of the impact knocked Sunghoon back, and he stumbled, his red eyes flickering in disbelief.

"Stay out of this, Jungwon!" Sunghoon snarled, but Jungwon's speed made him an unstoppable force, darking between you and Sunghoon, not giving him a chance to focus on you.

Sunghoon's arage flared, but just as he started to reach out for you again, Ni-ki stepped in, the shadows around him twisting and writhimg like living creatures, swirling into a thick darkness that blocked Sunghoon's veil, but Ni-ki held it firm, his face set in grim determination.

Jay appeared next, his strength overwhelming as he grabbed Sumghoon, pinning him to the ground. "We don't want to hurt you, Sunghoon," Jay grunted, his muscles straining as Sunghoon thrashed against him. "But we can't let you stop this."

Heeseung's red eyes locked ont Sunghoon's, and though no words passed between them, you knew Heeseung was speaking to him telepathically, tryjng to calm him down, to explain why this had to happen. But the more Sungnoon struggled, the more desperate the situation became. His eyes flated again, wile, full of pain and betrayal. He was fighting to break gree, not understanding why his own friends were doing this.

Jake stood at your wide, his gaze fixed onto Sunghoon, but his power of fire remained dormant—he couldn't risk unleashing it here, not with the trees arounf you. Sunoo, who had been silent the entire timd, stood beside him, his eyes filled with sorror, knowing the future but unable to change it. The weight of what was about to happen rested on his shoulders as well.

The scene before you was unbearable. All of them—his brothers—fighting him, holding him down, their red eyes glowing like embers in the night, except for Jake and Sunoo, who could only watch. You could feel the weight of their voices pressing down on you, each one telling you yo do it. To stab his heart, to end it.

Your heart shattered into pieaces. This wasn't how it was supposed to ne. You were supposed to be together, to have more time. But there was no more time. His brothers were all holding onto him, their strength combined just to keep him from stopping you. Each of their faces etched with pain, with grief.

"He needs this," Jungwon urged through gritted teeth, still moving at impossible speed to keep Sunghoon disoriented. "You have to do it!"

Tears streamed down your facr as you stared at the scene—five of them fighting the one persom you loved more than anything in this world. And Sunghoon's red eyes... there were no longer filled with anger. Now, they were filled with heartbreak. He understood. He knew, but it was too late to change things.

"Please...," Sunghoon choked, his voice breaking as his struggles weakened. "Don't..."

Your hands shook uncontrollably as you raised the blade again, this time aiming for his heart. You cpuld barely see through the tears. "I'm sorry," you whispered, your voice trembling, knowing that once you did this, it would be over. For him. For you.

"He'll be free," Ni-ki's voice called out, though it sounded distant, lime it was coming from a million miles away.

But what did freedom matter if it meant losing him?

"Do it!" Jay shouted, his grip slipping as Sunghoon thrashed once more, his eyes desperate now, pleading with you.

As you raised the blade, trembling in your grip, you heard it—his voice, soft yet filled with agony. "I don't want to see you die first... please..."

His words cut deeper than any blade ever could. The breath hitched in your throat, and for a moment, time stopped. He knew. He knew everything—why you were doing this, why his friends were holding him down, why you had to stab hi.. the realization in his voice broke something inside you.

Tears continued to stream down your cheeks as you opened your eyes, meeting his gaxe, his red irises filled with sorrow. It was unbearable. You hated this. You hated that after all yhe plans, after knowing this momeny was coming, you were still hesitating. Why couldn't it be different? Why couldn't you and Sumghoon last longer? Why did it all have to come down to a curse from a past life, something neither of you could control?

He stood up, his movements slow and deliberate despite the forces trying to hold him back. His friends loomed at you, silently begging from you to finish it, but you couldn't. Not yet. Not when he was standing right in front of you, growing closer, his hand reaching out to brush your tear—streaked cheek. His touch was gentle, filled with all the love you had shared int eh short time you'd had together.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, your voice breaking, barely able yo get your words out. You hated yourself for saying it, for feeling it, for what you were about to do.

His eyes softedned, and you could see the acceptance in them. He knew what had to happen, just as much as you did. His lips parted as it to say something, but you couldn't bear to hear it. Before he could speak, you took a deep breath, closing your eyes to block out the sight of him, moving closer to his face within inches. "I love you," and you close the gap to kiss him, plunged the blade forward—into his heart and yours at the same time.

The sharp pain hit your like a wave, searing through your chest, but the emotional pain was far worst. Your body crumbled first, collapsing to the ground as your legs gave out beneath you. You lay there, gasping from breath, your vision blurred by the tears that wouldn't stop. Through the face, you saw him—Sunghoon—still standing, his face twisted in pain as he clutched his chest. Blood stained his clothes, but his eyes never left yours.

He staggered, trying to stay upright, but his strength was fading fazt. His knees buckled, and he fell to the ground beside you, hiz hand reaching out, desperate to touch you. "Yuki..." he called your name, but his voice was faint, strainged. Your heard it, though, as faint as it was.

With what little strength you had left, you turned your head, your eyes locking with his one last time. He was reaching fot you, his fingers inches away from yours, but you couldn't move. Everything felt distant, the world fading into a blur of cold and darkness.

His lips moved again, but you couldn't make out the words. Your vision was going black, your body numb, but you could still feel the unbearable weight of his gaze. You wanted to reach back, to touch him, to tell him that it would be okay, but your strength was gone.

The last thing you saw was his hand, trembling, trying to close the distance between you. His red eyes were filled with so much pain, so much regret, as he watched you slip away. And as your own eyes fluttered shut, you could still hear his voice, calling out your name one last time.

I wished Sunghoon and his friends would live whatever they want, no matter human or vampire.

Then, everything went silent.

"You didn't hear my love to you..."

"I love you too..."

I wished Yuki can stay with me forever.

You were gone. And so was he and his friends.

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Taglist:

@seunghancore @sol3chu @melancholy-z @stvrrylove

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[digi-tama-in-your-pocket]

I was so distracted by the shit bag administration's tariffs effect on Nintendo Switch 2 that I didn't stop to think about the effect they're going to have on virtual pets...

This might be it for the hobby in the USA....

Japanyouwant has officially stopped shipping to us.

I expect ZeninTCG to be next.

I will not be surprised if my preorder for the Godzilla V-pet and the D3 color get cancelled. Probably even the Monster Hunter one too since I was a late pre-order.

And this of course means there's no way Premiumbandai will ship to us either and retail is absolutely out of the question.

Even GigaPets say made in china on them.

We are absolutely screwed unless something changes fast.

I already hated this administration for countless reasons. But I think it's about to put an end to nearly every hobby I have.

I'm happy I was able to build up the collection that I have now, but it's painful to know this is probably where it ends, again, unless something drastic happens, but I'm not optimistic.

[justafewberries]

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One of my favorite no-dialogue scenes in Haymitch's Return is this one from District 3 in Chapter 11:

I look down. My face burns like I’ve spoken out loud.  I don’t meet another pair of eyes until the clapping starts at the end of my victory speech.  I look up for just one second. A banner above my head snaps in the wind: NO CAPITOL, NO PEACE . I can’t hear the clapping over the noise. A new, perfectly ironed flag of Panem hangs stiffly behind me. In front of me, a boy with no shoes. A medal finds its way around my neck.  I drink, and I end up back on the train.

In District 4, the banner is more violent:

The knots at the corners hold fast against the salty wind. It flaps wildly, trying to break free from the ropes. The noise confuses me. I try reading, again and again, until they take the paper away.

It is flapping so violently it confuses Haymitch. He cannot focus on his cards that he has read at least 7 other times by this point in the Victory Tour.

He had just seen the vastness of the ocean. He had never been to the ocean before, and seeing it made him feel sick. He had been staring at the stars, but they stared back. The sky always has something, be it clouds or stars. The ocean did not. In fact, the only thing he saw on the ocean was the navy, where they shot guns from the ship:

Earlier, they dragged me out to the sea. I stood in my shined shoes at the edge where the water bites the shore. The sea went on forever. No edge. No end. Just water and wind and the bitter stink of fish. Nothing like home. Nothing like the lake. It made me sick. It was too vast. I could not see the end. The waves lapped at my feet like a dog that remembered me. It would have been easy to drown here. A choice to make, a few steps out a little too far, just don’t stop walking.  They cut the tour short when I threw up in the sand. The grains shone in my eyes like shards of glass, speckled with plastic and cigarettes. The sand slid under my weight like it didn’t want me. Snow and ice back home will knock you over. Sand just gives up on you. I walked back inland before anyone proposed it. [...] When they hand me a plaque, I stuff the cards in my pocket and carry it with both hands. It’s a large, brassy rectangle emblazoned with a ship and an anchor. They showed me the long steel barrels of the guns earlier. They pointed them at nothing, just the churning blue ocean, and set them off. I ducked. They laughed. I didn’t. 

He's finally putting it into perspective just how large Panem is. He's nauseous. It's a mountain that he assumed was a mole hill. He sees how everyone is suffering under the Capitol, but how could he possibly mobilize that many people? An ocean so vast?

The stage is the same as the others. Same rusted lights, same thick crowd, same script just with different names. I barely look at the crowd any more. There are people everywhere. More frowns than smiles. Eyes have not been easy on me for months. I killed some of their friends, some of their sons and daughters. I find no forgiveness in their eyes. I ask for none. 

So when he reaches D3, the Banner is snapping, but not as violently. it's less distracting. He sees the kid without shoes, but he has the leash of a metal around his neck. He's reigned in.

In front of me, a boy with no shoes. A medal finds its way around my neck.  I drink, and I end up back on the train.

[aurore-parle-de-ses-idees]

oh right that's why im still at the end of a1 huh

[thisbelongsto-nohbodys]

Sasha: Marcy, do you think Anne would ever try to kill us?

Marcy: Where did that come from?

Sasha: Earlier today, it occurred to me that there's a chance that Anne could die before us.

Marcy: What does that have to do with Anne wanting to kill us?

Sasha: What if she doesn't want to wait for us in the afterlife? She's going to be a goddess, so she could make anything happen to us.

Marcy:[sarcastically] Well, I guess you and I will just have to die before she does.

That’s an aspect of their relationship that I try and avoid since I’m not great at writing angst. Plus the idea of who dies first etc is a heartbreaking idea, even worse for the Trio. It’s already bad when it’s a couple, one dies and the remaining one feels like a large part of their life is missing, imagine that but twice. Whomever dies first, the other two will have that missing part feeling and then the last survivor has to go through that heartbreak again when the second dies. And then the second while they know they’re dying is heartbroken because they know they’re leaving the last one to suffer without the support of the other two.

Tho’ Sasha shouldn’t worry, D3 would be distracting Anne with showing her her new duties before bouncing out. So she’d have no time to kill her wives

[bucket-barnes]

Frostbite

This came from my “Isle Christmas traditions” writing prompt, I had several different little details in there and this is one I wanted to flesh out. It’s lost revenge/ Harry centric and based in the year long gap between D2 and D3 when Uma wasn’t on the Isle

CW: alcohol and vague descriptions of frostbite

The isle was always cold in the winter, below freezing temperatures and heavy snow were common, especially by the docks. The pirates would often sing and drink to distract themselves from the icicles forming in their hair and the chill in their bones

During Uma’s…absence the past few months, Harry had become the de facto captain of the Lost Revenge, keeping the crew in line, fixing the ship (Uma would love coming back to the ship in perfect condition!) sure, he missed her…a lot, but having the role of Captain was a dream come true for Harry, finally he was “Captain Hook” (though by last name rather than a tragic accident involving his hands)

It was a cold winter morning, Harry had gone onto the ship early to make sure no rats had gnawed on the ropes or chewed through the wood. The winter breeze was cutting through his leather coat, stinging his skin, Harry didn’t mind, he had work to do. Harry continued inspecting the wood and the ropes, all were clear and he moved on to directing the rest of Um- his crew…Uma’s not here

The morning went on and the breeze became stronger, the cold started making Harry’s fingers sting, but he could just hold onto his hook, he’ll be fine, a little cold never hurt anyone… his fingers felt kinda numb but…it’s probably fine

Gil went with Harry to make the daily rounds for extortion, he couldn’t help but notice Harry was pulling at his hands a lot and that they were looking a little red, whenever he asked if he was alright Harry would just brush him off and say he was fine and if he pushed any further Harry would knock him upside the head. As they went through their rounds, Gil kept looking at Harry’s hands, sure Gil isn’t the sharpest tool in the shed but he knew hands weren’t supposed to look like that, it seemed even some of their “clients” knew that too, their eyes shifting between Harry’s hook and his free hand… red, turning purple

The day went on and, despite Gil’s slight worrying, Harry continued his work, though by now his fingers were fully numb and turning blue. Other crew members started to notice the state of their captain’s hands

“Uh…Cap’n?”

Jonas trailed off when he saw the small blisters forming on Harry’s hands, Harry didn’t answer

“Cap’n?”

Jonas tried again, still no answer

“Harry!”

Jonas yelled, which seemed to catch Harry’s attention

“Your hands…”

Jonas nodded to his captain’s hands, cold and stiff from pain, his fingertips a light blue

“They’re fine. Get back to work”

Harry glared at Jonas and then went below deck…coming back with a bottle of rum that he quickly took a large swig from.

The day continued and the sun went down, as did Harry’s general awareness. The pain in his hands had become so much that he took to the pirate’s tradition of drinking until you can’t feel, some of the crew had joined him, if for no other reason than to keep an eye on him. As the pirates drank, some started singing, Gil being one of them. The singing was by no means on key or in any sort of tune, but rum makes anything sound good. As he sang, Gil’s gaze once again turned to Harry’s hands. Blue, blistered, freezing cold

“Harry?”

Gill wearily asked as his singing died off, Harry looked over at his friend, his eyes glazed over with a drunken haze. Gil, not wanting to anger his friend and captain, nodded down to his hands

“The…their fine”

Harry insisted, his words slurring and shaking from the cold

“No…their not”

Gil shook his head, Harry glared at him and took another swig of rum, his face flinched from the pain of gripping the bottle, the bottle slipped from his hand and dropped onto the floor, shattering on impact. The rest of the crew turned their heads to look at the pool of alcohol forming on the deck

“Captain?”

Bonny spoke up cautiously

“Don’t call me that, Uma is our captain, only she gets that title”

Harry raised his voice, it was slurred and angry

“Well Uma isn’t here! Therefore, you are our Cap’n!”

Jonas retorted, matching Harry’s tone, equally drunk. Gil, the only slightly sober one in the moment, quickly tried to diffuse the argument

“Harry, we’re just worried about you”

He tried to explain, but Harry wasn’t in a mood to listen

“Uma is still your Captain and she will be addressed as your Captain!”

Harry drunkenly yelled, he tried to take a step toward Jonas, but he slipped on the puddle of rum, falling backward, his head hitting the floor of the ship’s deck…and he was out like a light

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I couldn’t think of a decent ending so let’s make this fun- reblog this and write your own ending! I promise you I will look at all of them because I like validation!

[fromtheboundlesssea]

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I hope it's ok to ask multiple

😂 What’s the funniest comment someone has left on a fic of yours?

There are three funny comments that come to mind.

The comments where people say they have binged a fic and I can tell they are sleep deprived.

I once had a comment say they had to stop reading a chapter because they were at work and getting horny.

When people complain about canon when things are clearly an au.

🗑 What is one fic idea that you loved at first but then scrapped?

Nothing really comes to mind. I usually start over rather than scrap. Sometimes I get distracted, but I wouldn’t say I scrap.

✏️ What is your fave fic from another writer?

Ohhhhhhh. This is a hard one! 😭

The Firesteel stories by @reginarubie

Little Swan Lost by by @d3-iseefire

Monster Dressed in Yellow by @misunderstoodwords

Hero of the Story by Kimmy_writes

The Debt of Time by ShayaLonnie

There are so many!

[staybabblingbaby]

SKZ x Coordi (Intro Part) a1 d3

[Caution: These are not full fics, or even full parts of fics for some, these are part of my writing progress archive!]

Concept: Reader is a successful makeup artist with a notorious and prolific career and no self awareness. Reader joins JYP as a part of Stray Kids' team and encounters their hazing ritual for new coordis: flirting.

Word Count: 1,178 Notes: This spawned because of my conviction that I could never get my makeup done by a professional bc I would fall in love. Getting your makeup done by someone else just feels very intimate to me (ik its not, ok, I'm just touch starved T^T). It's sort of lending itself to long one-shot style formatting, but for tumblr purposes I'm posting it in parts. Also, I think I accidentally avoided pronouns for Reader? Not sure how but I didn't see any when I was reviewing this part. Will update as I post (idk how to add emojis, just imagine a thumbs up here pls TT^TT). Needs to be edited for clarity. Warnings: None that I know of? Reader has weird self esteem but it's not bad?

Masterlist Link :D | Next Part Link <3

You're fairly sure, by the time your sunbae finishes showing you around and giving you the low-down on your new duties, that you'd gotten this job over other make-up artists because you were the safe choice. You suppose it's not an awful thing to be thought of as safe and professional. You can’t help feeling stung anyways.

You'd come to this conclusion after your sunbae, while showing you a few of the dressing rooms in the company building you'd be working in, casually drops, "oh, yeah, if you end up having relations with one of the idols, just make sure the media and management don't find out. No one else will rat you out." mid-tour.

You'd had to stop and give your sunbae the most confused and alarmed look you could manage, and when she'd seen she'd immediately laughed and made the face back at you. That made you crack, and the two of you ended up giggling together for a minute. Once you'd calmed down, she elaborated.

"It's a bit of an open secret that the unattached idols will sleep with a willing coordi every now and then," she explained "As long as management doesn't find out, and the media is entirely clueless, it's pretty much useless to try and stop it." You’d nodded along, fascinated by how similar celebrities were around the world. Sure, the cultures surrounding them were different, but there was almost always a similar sort of system when you were contracted long-term somewhere.

"Staff are pretty safe options for them, at least here at JYP.” Your sunbae had continued, “They vet our staff and stylists really well." You’d nodded again. The background check had been intensive and you’d had to sign a lot of release forms about it. It was one of the things you’d liked most about this opportunity, actually.

"Your group in particular have probably fucked at least 2 dozen coordis between them." You’d choked on air and turned to her incredulously again. What was with her and dropping bombs like this on you? It was your first day! She’d just laughed and rolled her eyes at you. "Why are you so scandalized? There's 8 of them." She reasoned, "That's, like, 3 flings a piece. Not that many." You’d conceded her point with a tilt of your head. You're sure the actual numbers aren't so even, but she had made an excellent point regardless.

"I guess that makes sense," You’d mused, "I mean, they're grown men, right? Their hands must get awful tired." That startled a laugh out of your sunbae and you’d grinned at her before you continued. "But, sunbaenim, you won't have to worry about that from me." You’d stated confidently. She’d shot you a questioning look, so you’d continued, “They’re both my clients and my coworkers under my contract. Two types of people I categorically refuse to sleep with.”

She’d laughed again, simply saying “That’s probably for the best.” and moving on with your tour. You’d let yourself be distracted by memorizing everything she was telling you and promptly forgot all about your scandalous conversation.

Despite moving on, a seed of doubt had been planted in you. You couldn’t help but think back to one of the odder questions you’d been asked when you were interviewing for this position. As an independent make-up artist you’d had to negotiate everything yourself, and at the time you’d assumed it to simply be part of their vetting process.

“What are your views on workplace relationships?” They’d asked. At the time you’d simply said you strived for friendship with both your clients and coworkers, but that you preferred professionalism over all else. Which was true, obviously, but after that conversation with your sunbae you couldn’t help but add a new context to the question.

That doubtful seed sprouted at the end of your tour, when your sunbae gave you another warning.

“Don’t mind the boys, by the way,” She’d said out of nowhere. “They’re playful, all of them, but they’ll respect a boundary to the death the moment you set it.” Once again you’d had to look at her, hopelessly confused, and you’d become pretty sure at that point that she just liked getting a reaction out of you because she snorted a laugh at whatever face you’d made and explained herself.

“I mean that they can be pretty loud and playful with both each other and staff. That includes being flirty and touchy.” she said, “I think it comes with the territory of being an idol. All that fanservice must do something to them.” She laughed, and you’d smiled along, still somewhat confused of the warning.

She must have noticed, because she elaborated further, “It can be flustering for new stylists.” She explained, and you finally started to understand, “A lot of the time it’s the first time a new stylist has been so close to an idol, you know? You have to prepare for it, like, mentally.” She made a weird gesture toward her head and you’d giggled at her antics but shook your head.

“I’ve seen so many beautiful people at this point in my life that I'm pretty sure I'm immune.” you’d declared with a chuckle. You weren’t lying either, you’d seen so many examples of so many different culture’s beauty standards you could probably write a book on it.

You’d sort of made it your career’s goal to learn as many different styles and skin and face types as you possibly could. You’d done pretty well by that goal so far, doing everything from tiny private boudoir shoots to high profile fashion shows, just about anywhere you could get to, from Cairo in Egypt, to Hollywood in California, to tiny barely-named towns all over Europe.

“Idols are different!” Your sunbae insisted, “There are hot people everywhere, but idols are built different. They’re manufactured to be desirable.”

“So are models,” you’d dismissed with a wave, “Honestly, sunbaenim, I’ll be fine. If anything, it’s the idols you should worry for.” you’d given her a saucy wink and she’d howled with laughter and clapped in delight. You’d giggled right along with her, and when you’d both calmed again, you continued. “No, but really, I’ve been told I can be quite intense when I’m focused, so maybe you should be warning the group instead.”

She’d waved you off, saying “It’ll do them some good to be humbled by someone they have no chance with.” with a devious giggle. And that had been that. The click of a conclusion sliding into place in your mind had sounded and you’d become certain that you’d been the safest of the candidates who’d applied.

It hurt, just a bit, because you’re used to being selected for your experience and ability to mimic and blend styles, not for your personal beliefs. You stave off the hurt by reminding yourself that reputation matters in this industry. If they hired you because you value your professionalism, then you’d show them exactly how professional you could be! You’d wrapped up your tour with mixed feelings and lots of determination.