#the heart everbeating

[thebitchbehindtheslaughter]

The Heart Everbeating

Hi! This story has been in The Works for about a year now, so I hope you enjoy! Warnings for death, Christianity/Catholicism, and everything going wrong in the MC’s life 

When one man falls for another, they say God, himself, shudders in disgust. Two men peacefully exchanging whispers betwixt the oxeyes and the late eve silence could send all of Heaven into a rage, wheels of flame and feather burning bright with divine wrath. The Spirit scoffs at the embrace of palms, The Son weeps at the embrace of arms, The Father recoils at the embrace of lips. All three were above any such mortal woes and so the Holymen and Holywomen would leap from their confessionals and morning prayers, setting down their scriptures and rosaries in the name of mallets and chains to purge the world of any threat to perfection’s untouchable paradise, for the loving whispers nestled within the daisies—promises to forever support, protect and adore, were far too demonic for the cotton ears of the immortal, immoral Shepard. Yet even once sentenced to the depths of The Nine Rings, no pretend border could halt the sweethearts’ yearning for one another, no prideful god fully capable of stopping the pounding of deep love’s heart; The Devil himself knows of and tries not to prevent honest admiration. Layers of wood, of rust, of ash, of soil, could not cease the fire within one man’s soul as he plucked at the freshly bloomed oxeye, near delirious with his burning desire.

     A trail of ‘he loves me’s spiralled on the wind as the fiancé limped through the aisle of wrought iron and forsaken stone, his veil of moonlight bathing one man and his wilting bouquet in sensations of ethereal glamour. Hums of melodies yet to be played bounced off the flitting wings of the Calyptra groomsmen all the while, holding back their hunger in the name of the beloveds’ special day. The one man tied back his long, dark hair with the red ribbon his beloved had gifted him, hoping to enchant just as he’d been at their first meeting, continuing his pursuit without so much as a stumble. At the mere thought of meeting once more one man’s mind was overrun with his deepest desires, burning through his ice-coated flesh and igniting the spark which had never truly died, his own wrought iron fence of bone becoming the grates of a roaring coal furnace and as such granting him ample energy on his seemingly endless journey. Truly, one man was ever so far from the halfway point—a little black house overrun by only the sweetest of alleycats—but moments spent alone do slide unto the doorstep of eternity when one is used to moments with his beloved, so one dared not to pause to collect the rapidly disappearing petals, or to pluck fresher flowers, or to feed his dear groomsmen as they continued their song. Instead he chased after the growing stronger aura of his beloved, his darling, as he slowly neared the town gates.

     If the ring of charcoal iron he left behind were to act as a church hall’s supposedly welcoming doors, then the buildings were certainly the rows of family and friends who arrived solely to bare witness to the beloveds’ moment of union as they leaned in close to admire the unearthly beauty one man found himself in possession of, the dewy mist which still hung in the evening air bringing the idea of tears to the candlelit windows that lit up his path. So attractive he felt as he walked the aisle he’d always dreamed of traversing, the scent of his beloved still rested in his lungs and it grew ever stronger the closer he was to the town square. The petals of the oxeyes he had gathered fell less on his gloves and more on the wind, his limbs moving faster the closer he sensed himself getting, one man’s mind growing equally as desperate for the face he so longed to hold once more, when one of his guests spoke and broke him from the trance he willing entered; “My old friend, is that truly you before me? My, you’re in that beautiful suit! Are you finally to be wed to your beloved?” There upon the porch stood a woman, the patches which crawled across her cheek marking her familiar in appearance, but the silver hair which clung to her head like spiderwebs struck her down as the grandmother of a friend who lived within those exact walls, but certainly she had passed long before one man’s eyes had closed? “Come in, my friend! It is poor manners to arrive to any wedding with an empty stomach!” So dearly did one man wish to see his beloved, to hold, to cherish, to kiss and recover the year that was lost between two meters of wood and mud, but as he always knew her granddaughter to be his old friend’s grandmother was most certainly correct. “Oh, my friend, I must lend you a bottle of perfume, as well. Tell me, would you prefer to smell of roses or daises?”

     Traditionally, receptions were to be held once vows had been born and welcomed to the new world, but perhaps tradition could take a knee for the beloveds’ celebration. Only for the moments spent within the old and rickety house, of course, as after the cake was cut one man would return to the aisle and greet his beloved with promises written in a heat of passion and longing. With heat of passion mentioned, one man found it quite impossible to miss how warm the air surrounding the dining table truly was, though that could be blamed on the Battenberg cake and Earl Grey tea that was set before him with unsteady hands. “Dig in, my friend!” The older woman sat in the chair across from his own with a smile lined in childish giddy, reminding one man that all the town was abuzz with excitement for the evening that had just arrived, all because he had insisted on paying patronage to a small tailor shop many moons ago. Yes, he remembered that year as if it had played out just moments ago, the one where he slowly fell for the charming tailor’s son who knew his figure better than he did. He remembered the first time they spoke, how he had thanked the young man for his service and complimented his handiwork, and of course, he remembered the shy and flattered smile that offered as response. Certainly, if his mind still held to those magical moments within a small, family shop, then it held what led to the beloveds’ arrival to the small, isolated town. He wished it would forget—prayed, even, but it held steadfast. Lavender. He despised that colour more than anything, for once upon a time it had infected his life and forced him to the tailor’s shop to be suited for a tux in that very shade. Although, one man would never forget the generosity of the woman in the matching dress, one who shooed them away and took all fault for their escape. He hoped her and her bride would be wed one day. “Goodness, my friend, you’re going to be quite late!” One man’s untouched cake and well-stirred tea were carried off into the depths of the hot house, just as he began to feel… sick. He hadn’t a clue he could feel sick once his body was beyond death, but as the older woman had exclaimed he had not a moment to ponder. “Take care, my friend!” She called as he shuffled out the door, his groomsmen having awaited his return upon the porch; it would be his night and his night, alone, for only a few minutes longer.

     Then came a buzzing, swirling spirit that twirled through him like wine in the glass of a nobleman, one born of unadulterated anticipation. For simply, he had twirled past the house he had known to be infested with cats but, to his surprise, had then been infested with vines and flowers. He could not find himself time to pause, however, so simply he continued on, the waltz in his step. Four steps at a time led him through an enthusiastic daze of sorting through crowds to meet his beloved at the ballroom’s centre, his own, personal history of wandering grand celebrations providing him and his movements great expertise. Oh, my beloved, his mind had pleaded as he stumbled from one side of the road to the other, his undead heart begging to pound in the pattern it knew so well. One man tightened the knot of the ribbon he’d so carefully laced into his hair, then a memory of how said ribbon had come to be teased him with visions of his beloved; he had been questioned as to what his very favourite colour was and, his gaze locked upon the eyes of the tailor’s son, he had simply said what he saw: Red. Red was a difficult colour—though nowhere near as difficult as indigo—so all that was offered was a red ribbon. His beloved had apologized in only a most sincere manner but he, oh, he had known that shade oh-so-well, and so, had giddily taken the gift and laced it into his long hair for the very first time. Oh, he would give almost anything to see his beloved’s flustered expression once more, how his red eyes had widened as if to show off all their glittering glory, his glasses falling down his face to assist in their unveiling. One man could not resist then, and had asked if he may. His beloved said yes. Such a beautiful memory had caused his dance through the streets to grow wild and desperate as he near cried out in love and admiration. Delirious, just as he was once he reentered the Ertha’s domain, though that time he was nearly at his beloved’s side, just stood at the edge of a true and real crowd. He could see the red through the shuffling shoulders. He ran for it. One man embraced the figure so tightly that he could tell instantaneously that it was not his beloved in his arms.

     “Let go of my daughter.” Hands rough from the wear and tear of time grabbed at his suit jacket and mercilessly pried him away from the young woman whose face was alight with fear. He knew that face, well—well, perhaps only certain features. The puff of her bottom lip he knew he’d kissed before, the batting of her eyelashes he knew he’d felt flutter against his cheek before, the beauty mark at her jaw he knew he’d gushed over before—though certainly it had moved sides—and the red. He knew that particular shade of red far better than he knew anything else, and he despised how natural it looked when combined with the new shape of her jaw, point of her nose, and texture of her straight hair. That hair always curled when grown that long, though it rarely had a chance to grow past the shoulders. Perhaps his beloved’s sister had appeared in town to comfort him? Oh, he hadn’t even considered the existence of his beloved’s grief! Yes, his dear sister must have appeared to stay the past two years with him and assistance him in his recovery! Then why, he questioned as he could not comprehend the answer, did a woman with the exact new features of the girl appear at that moment, stood beside the younger, and took on the appearance of mother and daughter? Hesitant, terrified yet morbidly curious of the truth in hiding, did one man turn to look at the man who still held him by the shoulders. His fear was proved to be founded in fantasy, for he knew that face and its every detail, instantaneously. “… My love?” Delirium once again ignited within one man’s shaking chest, and caused him great ecstasy which guided his limbs about his beloved’s shoulders, pulled the two men close together, their bodies perfectly tailored to the other’s just as they were in their younger years. His pined for those lips like he never had before in all his years of love and admiration for the taller, desperate as he had been all that night without his beloved by his side, and pushed himself to the tips of his toes in a reach that lasted all of three seconds. He closed his eyes and anticipated the warm—near burning sensation of gentle love he’d come to know so well, but he was met with the pin-pricked fingers of a tailor’s hands. “M-My love, I…” Those gorgeous red eyes darted to the two women at their side for truly not a reason, at all, as his beloved had never been the least bit cautious when it came to expressing their undying affection—at the very least, not in that town. “You must understand my hesitation,” he whispered as if some godly fear had been implemented into his untainted soul; perhaps by that woman who had yet to learn how rude it was to stare? “You’ve been gone—dead! For thirty years, so how am I to react to seeing your face again?” In response to such words rife with sorrow and conflict, for the very first time in that moonlit evening one man could not think at all.

     “Goodness, my love, I… I watched you die in that field of oxeyes! I held your shaking body, I watched the life drain from your eyes—the blood, as well! Y-Your own father shot you dead and I was the only one who mourned! Now, suddenly, three decades later you return to me? Why so long? Why must you have waited until I had finally moved on and healed?” His own mind was hardly aware of itself in that moment, as it drifted freely in the town square, inquired what the bystanders were thinking, and even what the woman and her daughter were thinking, but he could not bring himself to consider his beloved’s thoughts for he had to have been lying, though that was so far from something he would do especially in such serious situations as the one they were currently in. “My love… I’ve married another.” One man, his body shivering with horror, slowly followed that red gaze that instinctually filled with true love, though not for him. The woman and her daughter stared back… equally as horrified. “I didn’t believe you were coming back—How could I believe that? My wife she—she taught me how to recover, took her time to heal me, fully. Our daughter is sixteen, now. We are happy.” His beloved squeezed his arm and just as it always was, it comforted his aching heart. “I’m sorry, my love, but if you came back just to see me again, I’m afraid I’ll have to cut your return, here. My love?” For the very first time in his twenty years of life, one khan ignored the words of his beloved in favour of approaching another. He pulled the precious treasure from his hair and took the woman’s wrist, where he then placed it in her shaking palm and turned to the younger woman, to whom he offered the wilting oxeyes to, continuously numb despite her gratefully taking it.

     Then, with a final look to the beloved and his beautiful family—with the additional press of a handkerchief to his one functioning tear duct—one man quietly left the village.

[nomorerealitys-blog]

Hellebore by Ismail Inceoglu

- When the forest falls silent and the sky starts to cry, I'll be gone from this world. But don't weep for me my dear Hellebore, as long as you play on the strings of my everbeating heart my soul will live forever. "Touch my soul with a golden hand and play on the strings of my heart, Don't worry my dear hellebore I will love you forever."

[bma-2020]

tbh i keep during series mally’s actual basis off who im writing w bc, obviously shes noncanon (in the miniseries in mY HEART nick willing or whatever his name is had her and burton did not) but if i did have it my way, and this is the main basis i came up with awhile ago but… dont really get to use;;;

1: definitely been in the room when hatter let alice in, cause shes a little shit and rarely leaves his side.

2: wouldn’t join them going to the resistance. In series it seems like he leaves Dormy in charge of things when he’s gone, jn my canon Dormy is Mal’s relative and introduced them, and Mally’s been by his side enough that he probably left her in charge while he took Alice to the resistance. She wouldn’t come to the resistance because since she was a former assassin, she doesn’t know who she’s killed. But she does know someone killed Dodo’s significant other. Doesn’t want to risk it having been her, even though that happened after she left the Casino.

3: He probably thought she was taken in when March ransacked the casino, cause Hatter definitely probably knows that she knew March at least, probably also knew they were partners. Hatter’s never seen March’s soft side (cause lbr… he doesnt have much of one) and probably figured he’d catch mally and run off. How this event would happen in the event this is the ‘canon’ i go w when writing w people differs, but either mally saw what was going on and not just transmutated her face, but probably ran off. The otherwise is she transmutated her face, but march saw through it, but like how he left dormy he pulled the suits away from mally and ignored her for the most part.

4: either event, Hatter thinks she’s been caught, which is what leads to him taking Alice to the forest. Mally lived in there, and she tamed the Jabberwock. He knows it won’t listen to him, but he also knows how dangerous it is. Alice could be safe, even if he has to sacrifice himself, though part of him also probably hoped mally got away and would be with her pet.

5: Thanks to Hatter and Alice leading Marchn co into the forest of Wabe, Mally couldn’t go back to her home, but she wanted to find Hatter and make sure he was okay. Much better at covering her tracks than him, she honestly probably would use her tracking skills to find him.

6: at this point it would be heavily thread dependent, cause obviously not everyone is gonna wanna diverge from series canon this way, but if Mally was looking for Hatter she’d definitely find him, and even if she was holding Alice H responsible for this mess, she’d still help out. Probably grow to like her too, especially when she sees her beat the shit outta people. You know she’ll throw in some comment about how she ‘likes your wrong Alice there, Hatter. Though, she’s still not Liddell.’ A symbolism to the fact that, although fractured, some memories of the old wonderland remain. Hatter would probably get upset at the remark, mainly because he gets sullen everytime the old alice is mentioned, potential hints towards him having vague memories of the time as well.

7: Mally definitely would have helped Hatter during each of the saving Alice moments. Tbh I’m sure the only reason Alice would have managed to sneak off in the first place w mally around is bc Mally would have been off collecting something for Hatter, probably returning around the time Hatter woke up.

8: During the second time when they get caught while trying to save Alice, Mally would definitely get caught too. Not by a suit or by a mistake, when Hatter gets nabbed she makes a go and takes down two or three of the suits, mostly trying to give Hatter a chance to get away. That would be the event in which March has no choice but to grab her too. They knew each other well enough that he’d know her weak points and probably kept one of her weaknesses on hand, so she’d knock out quickly (albeit, every quick method of taking her down gives her a great deal of pain.)

9: when it comes to taking down the casino, when Hatter escapes the Tweedles and takes down March, Mally’s probably locked in with another doctor and her not father. She just barely escapes, likely running into Hatter after he escapes. She uses her senses to tell him where Alice is, after he tells her not to heal him yet cause he can’t be dragging two people out of there. He goes to help Alice, she goes to release the refuges and resistance members kept as prisoners.

10: when the casino blows up, mal would join up with the rest of them outside. Gets to see the downfall of the Queen of Hearts. Actual respect for alice h arises, still claims she’s not like liddell.

11: She’d see Hatter’s reaction to Alice talking to Jack, probably realize he’s fallen for her. Trust me, she’s not happy about it. She wants Hatter to be happy, but he’s all she has, he’s her best friend, (and, lbr, she’s got a lot of unrequited love for him too). When Alice leaves she’s more upset at her for choosing Oysterland over Hatter. She knows Hatter’s upset when he refuses to let her heal him.

12: the three months in wonderland that pass happen, and its likely during this (natural for hatter) healing process that occurs, mally probably suggests he go after Alice. ‘Their time doesnt pass like ours does, you’ll probably get there within the same day she left.’ Encouraging him to go before she brushes them off as a dream or moves on, because even tho Mally doesn’t want to be alone, she doesn’t want him to be unhappy either.

13: Hatter leaves, and even tho it was Mally’s idea, the abandonment definitely strikes her.

14: at this point its open, as either the underground will snatch her up because she’s got enough power that they can convince her to overthrow Jack so the Hearts lose power altogether, probably after Jack makes the mistake of trying to use her as well

in the case of my verse w owly she finds Mad March and gets back w him after helping fix his head (the mainverse w owly is the only time mallys relationship w march became romantic)

and thats the.. short version…

[swinterr]

fic rec vii ♡

hi!

this is a another new set of fic rec and i’ll probably do a compilation of genre (?) just like the first ones.

read and support the fic and authors here: the fic rec ♡

made some changes like tidying up a bit and adding summary, for those that doesn’t have any summary i’ll try my best to add my own summary (it will probably be shit tho, i ain’t making a smut summary guys, i’m not confident in my describing a fic ability but i’ll try my best. if its in italic it means i made the summary hehez )  if the summary is shit, i made it okay.

a for angst

f for fluff

s for smut

// for series or list

kpop oc/s

1. jane by @baejiyeonz

2. bee by @purpleyellow

3. lian by @nct-lian

4. taehui by @jeontaehui

nct

sungchan

1. [10:47 pm] by @dont-look-down-on-me | f

- based on the nct relay cam.

haechan

1. [5:21] by @dont-look-down-on-me | f

- based on the nct relay cam.

2. you’re warm by @dreamystuffers | f

- a drunk hyuck can only mean a clingy hyuck.

3. you’re short too by @pastelsicheng | f

- 5 times hyuck teases u for ur height.

4. no title by @heychan | s 

- dirty thought cockwarming haechan and johnny comes in to the room while you are trying to hide it but haechan doesn’t care.

5. wishes by @lucaswithnoshirt | a f

- standing on stage is everything you’ve dreamed of. except in the time it’s taken you to get there, you’ve been dreaming about other things, too.

jaehyun

1. moving in: the series by @jaehyun-ified | f

- after agreeing to move-in with jaehyun, you decided to curate a little series on your channel to both give in to your viewer’s request to have jaehyun frequently on your contents and to document your moving in process with the love of you life.

2. [8:14 pm] by @dont-look-down-on-me | f

- based on the nct relay cam. 

3. boyfriend by @simpsiren | a 

- a relationship with jaehyun wasn’t always perfect. there wasn’t a definite label on it, which only sent the relationship down a complicated pathway as we tried to find the meaning of our love once again.

4. best part by @okayoongii | f

- don’t know how to describe this tho, just read it. also 10/10

5. can i help you? by @sugarjaee | f s

- when working an extra long shift at work, your boyfriend surprises you with a visit.

6. stages of love by @biletdoux | a f s

- a playlist for the trials and tribulations of a beating heart. 

7. [9:04 am] by @jeongvision | // f

- domestic fluffy blurb. 10/10!!

8. suds by @kim-taehung | s

- first person to move does the dishes for a week. nothing is off-limits.

9. promise by @bvbyxuxi | f a

- jaehyun has loved you since you were both kids, things were going well until he messed everything up; meeting again as young adults, he refuses to let you go again but would you give him another chance?

mark

1. one minus on plus one by @wonjaekook | f a 

- in all of the years you’ve known jungwoo, you should have figured out to not take his words at face value because, though you haven’t even met, mark lee seems to hate your guts. 

2. [12:03] by @dont-look-down-on-me | f

- based on the nct relay cam.

3. pretty boy by @epinebleue | f a

- fluff, the tiniest bit of angst, the reader is two years older than mark, jaehyun makes an appearance as the reader’s fuck buddy, use of alcohol and drugs (marijuana), mentions of violence (mark punches someone), smut (protected sex, inexperienced!mark, dry humping).

4. camera flash by @morkleemelon | f

- mark taking a picture but forgot to remove flash waking up oc, pretty fluffy and cute! 10/10!!!

5. retrouvailles by @kireimarkeu | f

- counting down the days until you finally see your long-distance boyfriend.

jungwoo

1. [1:14 pm] by @dont-look-down-on-me | f

- based on the nct relay cam.

johnny

1. man-icure by @haejunehui | f

- based on jcc ep. 26

taeyong

1. reverb by @lovingonrepeat | s

- taeyong + studio sex. 

2. unspoken by @bvbyxuxi | f s 

- you had never thought to see taeyong again after your one night stand with him until this year where he takes you by surprise; turns out he wasn’t the guy you sought him out to be after all.

ten

1. [2:32 pm] by @dont-look-down-on-me | f

- based on the nct relay cam.

lucas

1. [4:31 pm] by @dont-look-down-on-me | f

- based on the nct relay cam.

2. king of hearts by @raibebe | f s a

- a little bit of everything, a chef’s kiss. 

yuta

1. [5:51 pm ] by @dont-look-down-on-me | f

- based on the nct relay cam.

doyoung 

1. redamancy by @heavenlyhaechan | f

- this is just so fluffy! i wished to be doyong gf please. 

2. fools together by @yongiefilms | f

- two fools in love with each other? 

3. acedia by @jaeminscoffee | f

- a day in the life of yours and doyoung's love life.

4. our little secret by @haejunehui | f

- read to know their little secret. hehe.

5. caught red handed by @hannie-dul-set | f

- all you wanted to do was take a picture of the handsome law student during your train ride home. you did not expect things to end up like this.

jeno

1. i see red by @0097linersb | s

- pure filth 🥵10/10 tho.

2. addiction by @love-mi | s f

- you and jeno keep your relationship a secret to avoid backlash from your companies and fans; but keeping himself away only makes him want you more.

3. surprise visit by @nakamotonudes | f s

- you hadn’t seen your boyfriend for over a month because of his hectic schedule so when he suddenly shows up at your place one night for a surprise visit, you both have to make every second worth it.

bts

jungkook

1. the pitter-patter of the heart by @koorara | f s a //

- pieces of newlywed domestic moments with jungkook, your husband. the young film and literature lecturer and his wife, you, who works as a journalist of a web magazine. both of you managing the career, the time for each other and the new house. not to forget, chip, the cat that has been with you for years. 

2. please love me by @ahundredtimesover | // f s a 

- as the only unmarried jeon and kim children, your families propose a union to symbolize your unbreakable bond that spans generations. but despite developing an affection for jungkook growing up, he never returned it; he never seemed to like you, actually. you’re okay with the proposal, but surprise surprise, he isn’t.

3. first love, last love by @floralseokjin | f s //

- a collection of drabbles following the longterm relationship between jungkook and you... 

4. second chances by @parkhabits | a s

- work. one of the most important things to him. It kept him company at night, it was all he thought about, all he put his attention to. his work had become the mistress within your marriage. years after you left him you’re back with only one goal in mind. get him to sign the damn divorce papers. yet you should’ve known that your husband wouldn’t let you go that easily. 

5. crush by @jungxk | f s 

- jungkook woke up with amnesia (?) he totally forgets that he has a wife and child. and he totally has a huge crush on his wife. 

6. bare necessities by @gguksgalaxy | f s a

- when you ask your boyfriend for a relaxing vacation you don’t exactly expect him to take you to disneyland out of all places. luckily, jungkook knows just how to get you to relax — being needy is definitely not the way. or is it…

7. krampus for christmas by @ddaenysus | f

- when your daughter overhears your nightly activities close to christmas, jungkook takes it upon himself to convince her it was the sounds of the legendary demon goat.

8. a date with destiny by @imjustfanfictrash | f s

- you are a boss lady in the tech industry traveling to world for work. he is a chart-topping artist touring the globe to perform in front of millions of fans. In the cosmos of life, you are not likely to cross paths. luckily, fate has a different plan for you two.

9. stranded by @gguksgalaxy | f s a

- jungkook’s offer to help you study for your exam is unwelcome. his entire presence is unwelcome. you don’t want help from the guy who passes all his classes without even trying. it’s annoying — he is annoying. from the way he grins whenever he catches you staring at him, to the way his eyes shine whenever he smiles at you. oh, and let’s not forget the way his tattoos shift when he stretches or the way his jawline sharpens when he’s focused. nope, you definitely can’t stand him.

10. sprout by @v-hope | f

- after a nice evening out with your friends, you find yourself coming home to your sleeping toddler and the new hairstyle she had tried on your husband.

11. friday nights and take-out by @ahundredtimesover | // f s a

- you meet pop star/idol jeon jungkook at the café, you get close, and as hyejin says, you’re like friends with benefits without the sex. but you’re bad at feelings and so is he.

12. jealousy by @ephemeralkookie | f s a

- jungkook’s closest friend, namjoon is getting married and he invited you three to his wedding. the only unexpected thing was jisoo, his ex, and we’ll just say that you were not too happy to see her flirting with your boyfriend right under your nose

13. a quarter past us by @jjiimin | f a

- when you break up with him out of fear of losing your freedom in university, he finds himself showing you why leaving him isn’t the answer. 

14. pretty boy by @angelguk | // f s a

- alternatively known as the jock!jk universe drabbles in vague chronological order. 

15. summer solstice by @boulevardk | s

- down on your luck and desperate for a successful harvest, you pray to the gods. you figure no one in heaven was listening to your prayers when nothing happens immediately. but one fateful night, your prayers are answered. are you willing to pay the price? the sacrifice might not be what you were expecting….

16. lilac wisteria by @blushoseoks | f a 

- over the years, things change - but the one constant is your love for lilac wisterias.…okay, maybe jungkook’s been there too.or, alternatively:the first time jeon jungkook says that he is going to marry you, you are five years old sitting underneath a large wisteria tree.

17. obsessed with your ass by @kooklovesu | f s 

- jungkook has an obsession with your body he cant get enough of praising you. he wasn’t comfy showing the world his affection towards you in public because he’s a private guy, but when he finally did, good luck.

18. from home by @gyukult | // f s a

- jungkook is the youngest of five boys, the last in line to truly inherit any his parents’ money. but what if his mom suddenly cuts him off due to his current poor behavior and he’s forced to learn how it feels like to be part of the working class?

19. black card by @minsprings | // f s

- black card fic and drabbles, also a chef’s kiss.

20. oh my god, they were (quarantined) roommates by @ot7always | f s

- what do you do when you’re quarantined for months on end with jeon jungkook - s tier cuddler, workout robot, and thirst trap extraordinaire? fuck him, you guess.

21. let the games begin by @venusiangguk | s

- just another fic where oc rides jk in his gaming chair pls still read it tho lmao its hot i promise

22. the probability of us by @jiminrings | f s

- jungkook’s the son of the university’s president, y/n’s cardigan is everyone’s favorite, and adjacent walls mean shared victories. 

23. open when by @iluv-hobi | f

- jungkook likes to write letters to you, especially ones with purposes, like “open when ___”. one day, on a particularly bad day, you open, “open when you’ve had a shitty day”. 

24. good day by @ilikemesometaetaes | f s

- his motive was made quite clear once he called you out of work. he just wanted to spend a nice day with his girlfriend. is that too much to ask for?

25. calculated by @whatifyoulivelikethat | // s 

- some people would call you far too serious. some would call you stuck-up. and some would call you a bitch. but to freshman jeon jungkook, you’re the head calculus I TA noona  – and he’s determined to fuck you.

26. brat taming by @sugasbabiie | s a f

- jungkook has been your roommate for almost a year. since the day he moved in he has acted like nothing but a spoiled little brat who is used to getting anything and anyone he wants. he eats your food, he doesn’t clean, he’s loud, oh and now he has colored his hair the exact shade of blonde as you. He’ll do anything to get under your skin. you’ve had enough of his filthy mouth and his fuckboy ways. it’s time to tame that bratty little roommate of yours. think you can handle it?

27. sugarplum energy by @bymoonchild | f s a

- you know no bounds nor depth with jungkook. while your fuck buddy loves sleeping in your bed and doing laundry for you with his favourite fabric softener, you are in love with a mysterious honeyed, velvety voice on soundcloud. all’s fine, until you find out that the voice that metaphors your heart to a sweet sugarplum melody actually belongs to the boy who has been taking up a special spot in your bed and in your heart, strumming at your heartstrings all this while. or, jungkook has one braincell, but it’s heart-shaped.

28. ancient history by @moononthejoon | a s f

- there is no way to deny that you and jungkook have chemistry. the two of you used to be a couple, after all. what happens when after a not-so-amicable breakup the two of you are cast as opposite leads of a movie?

29. that’s not daddy by @nochuobsessed | f

- jungkook comes home with a new hair color and his sons can’t tell if he’s appa or not. pretty cute! 10/10

30. no title by @himbojk | s

- jk got a blowie from his oc while on a zoom class meeting, like cam on with a whole set up but his oc under the table sucking the life out of him while he sits and tries to take notes .

31. dilf jk by @himbojk | // s f

- dilf jk drabbles.

32. no title by @himbojk | s

- blond jk with full tattoo sleeve who looks like the baddest boy but is actually baby and just wants a handie in the library while studying with his oc because she aspires to have those high grades. 

33. no title by @noteguk | s

- bf!jungkook going down on the reader while they watch anime.

34. silent treatment by @blu-joons | f

- baby kook asking daddy kook to say sorry to mommy. 10/10 too!

35. getting railed by @dearlytea | s

- getting dicked by your boyfriend during a train ride.

36. the view by @koyamuses | s

- jungkook knows exactly what turns you on; every kink, every dirty fantasy that’s buried deep within your mind. he knows exactly how to make you beg for it.

37. let’s play: dirty by @jungkxook | f s

- on today’s stream, watch as the king of gaming jeon jungkook gets totally pwned by some newbie player on overwatch (he swears he was stream sniped)! to make matters worse, he can’t seem to focus anymore when you’re in the room but he promises that’s not because he’s in love with you or anything. use code ‘jungkook’ on any game purchase through steam at checkout for 25% off so that jungkook has something to feel better about! iloveyou btw!

38. more dilf!jk by @cutechim | s

- oc thirsting over jk, talk about finances, jungwoo is an innocent cock-block as infants are, disrespect towards a major film franchise. 

39. you are inherently beautiful by @ggukachuwu | f a

- when y/n and jungkook accidentally reveal their relationship to the public because she walked in on him doing a vlive and now netizens and kmedia are tearing apart her appearance because y/n is chubby from struggling with pcos. jungkook takes it upon himself to cheer her up because he absolutely adores her.

40. morning with jk by @min-arya | f

- jungkook drabble of him catching his s/o admiring him in the morning with soft sleepy cuddles.

41. even a forest fire dies out by @9uk | a s

- it became from “grab a coffee with me?” to “why should I grab a coffee with you?” too fast for your liking. you had thought the both of you were so in love with each other—only to realise it was only you who had fallen into this trap of feelings. and as for jungkook, he might have just been as confused as you are.

42. all that we had by @starlightauroras-writes | a s

- four years, two months and five days ago, you lost the love of your life with no explanation. living with a failed marriage at such a young age without knowing why was impossibly hard, and when you’re invited to your high school reunion, knowing he would be there, you really don’t want to go. what happens when you do leaves you questioning fate. 

43. aquarium by @whatifyoulivelikethat | // a

- life after jeon jungkook was grey. you had to find your own color, grow your own rainbow. but what would surprise you the most is the appearance of white cosmos, seven of them clutched tightly in kim taehyung’s hand.

44. contentment by @btsqualityy | f s 

- oc’s using jk’s card to buy rug and the rest is history. 10/10!!

45. heartbreaker with a heart of gold by  @filmflowersbangtan | a s

- love this!!! you know i love me some angst! 10/10!!!!!

46. the ikea test by @mercurygguk | f

- you and jeongguk face the IKEA test. successfully? sure!

47. before you universe by @ephemeralkookie | // a f s

- jungkook has taken a huge place in your life after he tattooed you, and you can’t even picture how life was before him. he has always been there for you since day one. but how will things change after you find out you’re pregnant?  

48. christmas cream(pie) by @smoochkooks | s f

-  a day before christmas dinner with your boyfriend’s parents, you discover another alternative way to use the chocolate cream you’re making. jungkook is more than willing to indulge in your little fantasy.

49. last minute by @moononthejoon | f s

- christmas day had gone by, and now you were back home after holidays with your family. your friends had agreed to have a late christmas party, but as always, you and jungkook procrastinated gift buying.

50. you go in knowing bros together by @blu-joons | f

- a cute fluffy knowing at knowing bros moment. 

51. no title by @v-hope | f

- the way y/n would react when someone else flirts with jk and how he’d handle the situation.

52. hair dye by @mercurygguk | f s

- jungkook got his hair dyed while at work. you lose your mind the moment he steps through the door.

53. stay gold by @yeojaa | s

- blond!jk being a good boy?

54. crystal snow by @honeyj00ns | f

- when you join Jungkook and the rest of the guys for some fun in the snow, he can’t help but feel jealous.

55. 6:21 am by @sincerelyourfangirl | f

- in which he makes your morning extra special.

56. plan b by @btsracket | s

- dressing room quickie, unprotected sex request, use of Plan b pill

57. possession by @bngtanah | s

- jungkook is your boyfriend, sometimes you have to remind him what that means.

58. puffs and touches by @mintseesaw | f s

- “Stop doing that with your face, someone else is going to snatch you up”

59. the quiet things by @btsracket | s

- sleeping bag sex.

60. good boy by @ephemeralkookie | s

- secret, read to find out AHAHAHHA.

61. make it right by @jungkxook | a s

- you’re wholeheartedly, madly in love with jungkook and yet you shouldn’t be because it’s been almost a year since you broke up with him. worst part of it all is that you know he’s still in love with you too

62. it takes two by @junghelioseok | s

- struggling with the idea of your ex-boyfriend moving on, you enlist the help of your quiet roommate in a scheme that quickly spirals out of control.

jimin

1. picking petals by @cutechim | s 

- you asked for a baby, so a baby is what you’re going to get. 

taehyung

1. daddy by @btsracket | f s 

- there’s only one choice when this happens on a date out.

2. love me or we both go down by @gukyi | f s a

- after going through with an arranged marriage to please his parents and secure his inheritance of the family business, kim taehyung thinks he’s got it all figured out. he doesn’t. apparently just being married to you isn’t enough, not when everybody and their mother can pick up on the fact that the two of you absolutely loathe each other. but taehyung wants his inheritance one way or another, so he decides that desperate times call for desperate measures: the two of you need to fall in love, and you need to fall in love fast.

3. saudade by @jiminssthetic | a s f

- a demanding idol lifestyle was something taehyung and yourself were all too familiar with. it wasn’t so hard when considering your unconditional love for one another, but lately, taehyung wasn’t the same anymore; and you decide it’s time to find out why.

4. ineffable by @99liners | f

- boyfriend taehyung takes care of his sick s/o.

5. tease by @caiuscassiuss | s

- you knew you were hot. you saw how the guys looked at you, how their eyes were drawn to a tight t-shirt or short skirt. and maybe this would fail epically—crash and burn like a failed experiment—but you wanted to get under kim taehyung’s skin the only way you knew how.

6. aquarium by @whatifyoulivelikethat | // a

- life after jeon jungkook was grey. you had to find your own color, grow your own rainbow. but what would surprise you the most is the appearance of white cosmos, seven of them clutched tightly in kim taehyung’s hand.

got7

yugyeom

1. yugyeom as you boyfriend by @sunshinekookie | f

- i need more yugyeom fics in my life.

astro

eunwoo

1. rainy say saviour by @imsarahbum | f a

- upon seeing you getting bullied after school for being short, dongmin can’t help but step in and defend you - despite both of you not really knowing anything about each other.

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This Everbeating Heart

Daiki-centric, 800+ words

He summons them, sometimes.

Nabbed Kuuga and Kivala from them, so it should be their echoes. He doesn’t talk to them, that hurts too much, but for just a moment it’s Natsumi and Yuusuke fighting beside him. It feels like coming home.

(It was always more your home than mine.

It’s true.

Tsukasa had pulled them together. It was Tsukasa, always and still. But it was still them, too. They always welcomed him in.)

(Despite himself, he misses it.)

The monsters are dead, and Daiki goes for the treasure.

When he turns, he realizes Kuuga and Kivala remain. They stare at him, and he stares back.

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Sunburn [Prince Zuko] 16

Warnings: None   Rating: PG-13   Pairings: Zuko/OC   Summary:  “You have everything you’ve ever wanted.” “No.” He said softly. “Not everything…”  His golden eyes looked at her with a melting intensity she had never witnessed before. “I guess not.” She responded with glassy eyes as tears welled up threatening to break the dam of her eyes.

My fanfiction: M A S T E R L I S T

Ba Sing Se was like flipping the fresh page of a new book. It felt clear, this new world was welcoming and lacked the violence that seemed to trail after the Fire Nation trio.

She had promised herself there would be no ill thoughts about the Avatar, her lost family, revenge or anything pessimistic of that matter. She took in a deep breath as she reminded herself that this was a clean slate. A place where she could make a life with no obligations and judgement. Yet there was a thought - no - it was more of an ambition that lingered in the back of her head. What about her dream of seeing an equal united nation and her future as a diplomat?

She raised her head to attempt to see the Upper Rings of Ba Sing Se but failed to, the walls and bridges were too high and blocked her view of the palace. In another life she dreamed she would've been welcomed as a guest. Then again she would've been a guest from the Fire Nation which was an obvious impossibility. With the war raging and the Nation of Fire consuming everything in sight she could bet this land would belong to the Fire Nation soon... She looked around the crowded streets and suddenly felt sad. She felt for all of the Earth Kingdom citizens. All of these people would lose their jobs, their homes, their nation, lives and maybe even their families... It wasn't fair. But then again there was nothing she could do about it. There was no way to stop or end the war. It was just another one of those things that were out of her control.

Ba Sing Se was a clean slate! With a determined head shake she tossed those pessimistic thoughts to the back of her head and focused on the current scents of onions being fried, pork and bitter pickled goods wafting thought the air. Merchants shouted over each other as they negotiated and marketed their best offers.

The trio presently walked through the bustling streets of the Lower Ring of Ba Sin Se. The Lower Ring was were the most humble of the three. It was were the cities merchants, artisans and most of the serving class lived. It wasn't the best neighborhood to live in, but then again. They had slept in worse.

Tsai liked Ba Sin Se. Out of all the cities and nations they had visited it was the one that reminded her the most of home. The sun was welcoming and the weather was mostly pleasant . The people in the market were kind and smiled at her whenever she approached them.

Maybe it wasn't home, but it almost felt like it. Here she was with her new family Uncle Iroh and his nephew the banished, scarred prince of the Fire Nation, Zuko. Here she wasn't a vice-royal brat she was just another girl living and turning a page for a better life.

Never in a million years did she imagine spending her life here, like this and with such peculiar company. The street was busy and Zuko appeared to be in an even more bitter mood than usual as he waited for Tsai to stop bargaining with a merchant for the best price on some pork bao buns. His uncle had disappeared going off to god knows where.

The prince had been confused. Haunted by insecurities, confusion and disbelief he had gone into an emotional shut down mode after the train arrived to the city in an attempt to shut out the red-head that kept pestering him and knocking at the door of his heart.

It was never going to happen. There was no realistic scenario in which a creature such as her would ever notice him. Besides, he had already tried once and had gotten flat out rejected. It was best to let it go. To let her go.

"Want some?" The red-head approached him with a cheesy grin carrying a dozen or so buns around her arms before taking a large bite out of one of the chewy large white buns.

He ignored the tug he felt in his heart and instead crossed his arms over his chest a familiar annoyed expression on his features. "How can you eat that crap?"   He eyed the girl happily eating the cheap street food. "You're going to get sick."

"How can you be so spoiled?" She raised an eyebrow and lifted a hand holding a bun over his mouth. It hovered there for a moment and he realized she wasn't going to stop nagging him until he took a bite and so he did taking the bun in his hand eating it as well. He'd never admit it to her but it was actually really good.

"Pretty good huh?" She said after almost swallowing one whole like a boa constrictor.

'Don't look at me like that...' he pleaded in his head before silently turning away.

"Iroh!" Tsai acknowledged as the older man suddenly appeared in the market once again rejoining them. He was carrying a massive porcelain vase filled with several tall orange flowers.

"Oh! These are so nice!" Tsai said as she approached him and touched the orange blossoms gently with her free hand. Truly appreciating the beauty in the small gestures. Zuko rolled his eyes and finished eating his bao bun.

'What a perfectly good waste of money...'He thought dourly.

"I just want the place to look nice," Iroh said with a broad grin acknowledging his nephew's disapproving looks. "In case someone brings home a specialfriend!" Iroh said.

He momentarily flashbacked to how he had seen the two teenagers sitting next to each other in the train holding hands, heads resting on each other's shoulders affectionately. He couldn't help but be a fanboy and support this ship wholeheartedly. He wanted nothing more than for his nephew to find happiness and maybe she wouldn't be the answer to that but she could help. Since there had been a heavy tension between the two. Iroh figured maybe he could help with that.

He playfully nudged Zuko with his elbow then flashed Tsai a sly smile, "Lady or gentleman!"

"I don't think Jet was the kind to stick around," The colonial girl said rubbing the back of her neck nervously. She was slightly embarrassed she had even been involved with such person.

"This city is a prison." Zuko mumbled bleakly with a scowl, "I don't want to make a life here."

Tsai frowned in his direction. "Why can't you everbe happy?" She snapped. The tension between them back at its fulltime high. "The three of us are safe, we don't have to set roots here, but we should be more grateful. Specially at the little blessings in our lives," she scolded. He fought the urge to heavily roll his eyes at her.

"I'm never happy," he retorted dramatically.

"Wherever life plants you, bloom with grace," she quoted wisely. Remembering her grandfather's wise words.

"Life happens wherever you are, whether you make it or not." Iroh replied in his calm, wise voice agreeing with the girl from the colonies, "Now come on, I found us some new jobs, and we start this afternoon!"

Tsai stopped walked and glared intensely at Zuko. He did the same starring intensely at her. And bystanders swore they could see a bolt of electricity clashing between the two.

"What?" He snapped his voice hard and tense, he threw his hands at his sides in confusion and frustration. He didn't even know what he was feeling anymore.

She would never admit it but the feeling was mutual.

Without another word she turned sticking her nose up and following after his Uncle.

'What was that all about?' He thought throwing his hands up in the air in exasperation. Why were women so confusing? One minute she was all sunshine and sweetness to him and the next- she would pull stunts like this?

Zuko ran his hands through his hair and tugged at the ends still riding that wave of frustrated emotions. His brain a scramble.

xxx

Jet stepped out of the alley he had been standing in, his dark brown eyes narrowing angrily on the trio's retreating backs.

"Look at them," He growled with a huff, "Firebenders living right under everyone's noses."

Longshot and Smellerbee stepped out of the alley and stood beside their friend, with skeptical looks painted on their faces.

"Jet, you saw a man with a hot cup of tea." Smellerbee said in slight exasperation, "It doesn't prove he's a Firebender. And what if he is, are we supposed to attack them? I thought we were starting over here, changing our ways."

"We are." Jet replied firmly, "When I get the evidence I need, I'll report them to the police and let them handle it. Okay?"

Smellerbee and Longshot exchanged looks behind Jet's back while he continued to glare in the direction the trio had gone in.

xxx

Iroh and Tsai met Pao. The inexperienced owner of a local teashop in the Lower Ring of Ba Sin Se who very clearly did not know much about tea. He was more than charmed after meeting the two tea-lovers who wooed him with their knowledge and passion for the art.

Zuko leaned against the wall and glared, his arms crossed over his chest.

'Those two, they were just the same,' he rolled his eyes. 'Two peas of the same fire-pod.'

xxx

Jet leaned casually against the wall of a shop in the Lower Ring with his trademark piece of wheat hanging from his mouth. He watched a few people walking along the street then he nonchalantly peered through one of the open windows he was leaning again, his dark eyes narrowing in on the two men and the girl he'd been following.

"Well, you certainly look like official tea servers." Pao, the owner of the small tea shop that Iroh had gotten the three of them jobs at said as he looked at the trio in their aprons, "How do you feel?"

Tsai laughed lightly as she watched Iroh struggle to tie his apron out of the corner of her eye.

"Ridiculous." Zuko growled lowly in annoyance. "This is cute!" Tsai said doing a little spin with her apron. "This is great! Thank you," she slightly bowed her head at their newest boss. Grateful to for once have a steady job that did not borderline on anything illegal or illicit.

"Uh," Iroh grunted as he continued struggling with the string, "Does this possibly come in a larger size?"

"I have extra string in the back." Pao replied lightly, "Have some tea while you wait!"

He poured some tea into three cups and he handed them to Iroh and the two teens and after he headed towards the back of the shop. Zuko stared at the teacup in his hand in annoyance. It was just one of those days in which everything seemed to irritate him.

"I propose a toast," Tsai the ever optimist said suddenly rising from her seat. "Because we lack nothing and have everything," she said slightly raising her tea cup. Iroh beamed and with a broad grin raised his clinking it against hers. Zuko made a displeased sound and just barely lifted his off the table.

She sat back down and took a small sip of her tea at the same time as Iroh. Both of their expressions morphed into ones of disgust as they put the nasty tea back in the counter.

"Blech!" Iroh muttered in repulsion and he looked down at the teacup with disgusted face, "This tea is nothing more than hot leaf juice!"

Zuko gave his uncle a flat look, "Uncle that's what all tea is."

This reminded her of that conversation they had had the first time they met. Had he learned nothing? Tsai was about to snap. He looked at her and at her insulted expression. Again sparks flew between the two and not the good kind! She had to calm down, it's not like she had brewed this tea herself. Instead she exhaled a hot headed breath.

"How could a member of my own family say something so horrible?!" Iroh demanded angrily as he gave his nephew a stern look, "We'll have to make some changes are here."

"I agree." Tsai said with a sniff and she handed Iroh the teapot, ignoring the way Zuko rolled his eyes at her and his uncle. "Which is why I've decided to make you my tea apprentice!" She declared boldly.

Iroh let out a slight chuckle before taking the teapot from her and ambled over towards the window at the front of the shop to dump the tea out before the Pao returned.

Zuko simply raised an eyebrow, a scowl still on his features.

"It's obvious," she said matter of factly. "You can't appreciate good tea because nobody has ever taught you how to, so I will take the strenuous task upon myself. I'll teach you just like my grandfather taught me," she smiled at him.

Zuko once again crossed his arms and looked away from her. Slamming a door on all of his emotions before they even managed to get a foot out of his well guarded heart.

Jet sucked in a quiet gasp and he moved away from the window quickly just as the old man dumped the tea out the window. The dark-haired teen narrowed his eyes and slowly stalked around the corner of the shop, disappearing into the alley as his thoughts raced with how to get proof that those people were Firebenders.

"Maybe I could get Homura to say something?" Jet muttered to himself thoughtful then his eyes narrowed further, "I have to find a way to talk to her."

xxx

Jet perched on a shadow balcony and spied on the old man and two teenagers in the small apartment across the street, a clothesline keeping him hiding from view.

"Would either of you like a pot of tea?" Iroh asked kindly.

"Let me help you!" Homura said with a broad smile as she appeared besides the old man and took the pot from his hands and began prepping the herbs. He nodded at her with a smile then she disappeared from Jet's line of sight.

"We've been working in a tea shop all day!" the teen Jet knew as Lee snapped in annoyance as he sat by the small kitchen table bickering, "I'm sick of tea!"

"Sick of tea? That's like being sick of breathing!" The old man squawked indignantly at the young man as he rummaged through the cupboard beneath the counter he was standing in front of, "Have you seen the spark rocks to heat up the water?"

Jet smirked and watched the man straighten up, a confused look on his lined face.

"They're not there." Jet whispered smugly to himself and he glanced down at the emerald-colored spark rocks in his hands, "You'll have to firebend, old man."

He watched as Iroh disappeared from his line of sight and his eyes narrowed.

"Where're you going?" He muttered to himself and his eyes narrowed further when the old man reappeared.

"I borrowed our neighbors'." He heard the old man say pleasantly, "Such kind people."

Jet sucked in an irate breath as the old man struck the rocks together near the pile of twigs below the teapot, creating a flame. Jet scowled as he ducked behind the clothesline and left the balcony.

The apartment they had rented was humbling. Yet it was better than sleeping in caves and in the ground between alleys and woods. Each one of them had their own bed and the apartment had one bedroom, one kitchen and living room area and a storage nook above which Tsai had claimed as her own. It was either that or the living room and Zuko didn't want her in his room with his Uncle. Not only was that really weird, he wouldn't be able to sleep between BOTH of their snoring. How was it possible for someone to be annoying, even in their sleep?

The Fire Nation's Prince was currently sitting on an uncomfortable sofa in the small living room the three shared.

Tsai handed Iroh his cup of tea and moved to the living room plopping herself down right next to the grouchy prince. "Here," she said handing him his cup of tea. Zuko felt the corner of his eye slightly twitching. The sofa was big, it was big enough for four people to sit tightly squeezed on it and yet she just hadto sit right next to him. Her knee pressed up against his as they sat shoulder to shoulder. He awkwardly inched away from her.

Iroh hummed quietly as he walked over to the two teens. A small smile creeping on his face.

"It's getting pretty late for an old man like me," he did what Zuko felt was the most exaggerated yawn he had ever seen in his life. "I'm going to call it a night," he smiled at the two teens slyly before heading to his room with his cup of tea.

They both said their goodnights to Iroh and Zuko stood very still when he realized he was alone in the room with the red-head sitting rightnext to him.

He wondered if this would be like the train ride to Ba Sing Se... His eyes darted as he looked at her hand. It was close to his, only a nudge away. He wanted to hold it in his badly. All it would take as a slightly push. He stretched out a finger-

"Alright," she turned to look at him. Her eyes were gleaming with determination. "I hope you're ready," she said to him. He looked at her befuddled. "This is going to be your last ordinary cup of tea. I'm going to teach you everything I know about tea. It's going to change your life!" He let out a sigh before tossing his head back on the cushion.

"How do you do that?" He asked, his eyes fixed on the ceiling. "Do what?" She asked before taking a sip of her tea calmly. "Stay so positive all the time?"

"Well," she relaxed her back into the sofa seat. "I don't know..." She said after a moment. "I have everything that I need. Food, clothes, a shelter, you-" he lowered his eyes to look at her and felt his ears burning when she smiled at him. "Uncle Iroh." She added thoughtfully. "Sure, I miss my family- and my home, and I'm worried about my brother and miss grandfather dearly, but- there's nothing I can do about that. So, might as well keep an open mind."

He processed her words with thought.

"What about your honor?" He sat up slightly gazing at her intensely.

Tsai knew Zuko was... well for less for a better word obsessed with honor. With his, with hers, with his family's. Ba Sing Se would be a new start for her. A clean slate in which there would be no more Avatar, no more troubles and no more treachery to anyone or any nation. She had managed to let go of these thoughts and had never felt better. It was something that was important to him. She had to handle this carefully.

"There are more important things that honor." She answered after a heavy silence.

xxx

The next day. Jet watched suspiciously as a man walked through the door of the teashop the old man, 'Lee' and 'Homura' worked at.

"Jet, we need to talk."

"What?" Jet questioned in surprise and he turned around to look at Smellerbee and Longshot, "Oh great, it's you guys. Where have you been? I could use some help with surveillance here!

"We've been talking," Smellerbee said carefully as she shifted slightly, "And we think you're becoming obsessed with this. It's not healthy."

"Oh really?" Jet asked his tone becoming cold as he regarded his two friends, "You both think this?"

Longshot placed his arm around Smellerbee's shoulder in a show of agreement to her statement.

"We came here to make a fresh start." The girl said, almost desperately, "But you won't let this go. Even though there is no real proof!"

"Well, maybe if you'd help me..."

"Jet," Smellerbee said quietly, "You gotta stop this."

"Maybe you've forgotten why we need to start over." The dark-eyed boy snapped angrily and the two looked down with guilty expressions as he continued, "Maybe you've forgotten about how the Fire Nation left us all homeless. How they wiped out all the people we loved. If you don't want to help me, I'll get the evidence on my own."

Longshot and Smellerbee watched in despair as their friend stalked towards the teashop.

Tsai was very popular with the clients at the teashop. She carried herself with the upper class grace she had been educated with when growing up and made sure to smile and be kind to every single client she attended, just like she would've liked to be treated. It was no surprise that she would get the best tips, easily pulling in twice as much as Zuko. 'Thank you,'  she would say with a bright smile before tucking a strand of lose hair behind her ear. 'Thank you,' Zuko thought mockingly as he glared at her. Why did she have to do it like that? When she looked so- so-

"You're spilling my tea!" A client complained. He cursed and snapped out of his thoughts.

- so unbelievably annoying.

Both worked handing out cups of fresh tea or refilling customer's cups with more of Iroh's delicious tea. Iroh smiled at Tsai happily as he walked over to another customer and poured him a fresh cup of tea. She really didn't have a problem with this kind of provincial life.

"This is the best tea in the city!" The man praised Iroh happily as he took a sip of his tea.

"The secret ingredient is love." Iroh replied and he gently waved a hand through the steam coming from the teapot then he walked towards the back of the shop where the owner was, ignoring the disgusted look his nephew's face.

Tsai deposited an empty teapot on the counter, a content smile on her face. Pao smiled as he turned to look at Iroh, "I think you're due for a raise."

It was then that somebody strolled in.

"Homura," A familiar voice said. She turned around and almost lost the balance of the tray with tea she had been carrying.

All eyes turned to Jet who had entered the teashop and was standing in the doorway with an angry look on his face. Despite it he held a large, colorful, colorful bouquet of various hyacinth flowers with him.

"J-Jet," she managed to let out in surprise. Iroh's eyebrows went up high as he turned his attention to his nephew who was gripping a tray so hard it dented.

"These are for you," Jet said as he walked up to her. His voice however, was drained of any emotion. There was an angry edge to it instead. "I...." She looked at the colorful bouquet. "I can't accept these," she said. "I'm sorry. They are beautiful, really."

His face twisted into a frown as he glared, both of his eyes had turned into slits. "I know you picked him over me," he nudged a hand in Zuko's direction. "But I'm still taking you out princess." He spoke in a demanding tone.

"I'm really sorry," she said dully, her eyes void of any emotions at what she had said. She turned away and he reached for her arm.

"Hey!" Zuko couldn't just sit and watch idly anymore. "Don't touch her!" He stepped in between them.

A twisted smirk made way to Jet's face as he tossed the flowers aside. "I was going to play the waiting game and wait for your girl to tell me, but I'm sick of waiting," he growled furiously. Raising his hand he pointed an accusing finger at the three teashop workers standing before him, "These people are Firebenders!"

Jet didn't hesitate in attacking and unsheathed his hook swords and shifted into a fighting stance. Iroh, Zuko, and Tsai exchanged surprised and uncertain looks, each of them unsure of how to proceed.

'Me? A Firebender?' The little voice inside of Tsai's head laughed a little.

"I know they're Firebenders." Jet continued furiously, "I saw the old man heating his tea!"

The customer's around all eyed him with bewildered looks.

"He works in a teashop you blabbing idiot!" Tsai challenged as she stepped forward. Zuko who was standing next to her stretched out his arm in an attempt to shield her behind him.

"What did you expect?" One of the customers commented bleakly and his brows rose.

"He's Firebender!" Jet roared, "I'm tellingyou!" He insisted.

"Drop your swords, boy." One of the customers ordered firmly as he and another man stood slowly, "Nice and easy." "You don't have to do all this just because the pretty girl won't go out with you," another customer added.

Jet ignored him and he stared at Zuko maniacally.

"You'll have to defend yourself." The brown-haired teen taunted, "Then everyone will know. Go ahead, show them what you can do."

Tsai's hand twitched eagerly. It had been a long time since somebody had pissed her off and she wasn't about to let some fuckboy ruin her day. Jet slowly stalked towards the trio with his swords drawn. The customer that had ordered Jet to lower his weapons moved to draw his swords, but Zuko walked forward and grabbed them instead.

Tsai watched Zuko pull the dao swords apart.

Zuko ignored her as he faced Jet, "You want a show? I'll give you a show!"

He slipped into a fighting stance, the dao swords held expertly in his hands. Zuko pulled one of the tables in front of him with his foot, about to kick it towards Jet when a flash of red brushed passed him. Jet swung forward in a bold strike only for his hooks to be halted by a pair of hidden blades. Jet's eyes went wide in surprised.

"This is my fight," Tsai said through gritted teeth as she glared at the Jet. It was too risky to let Zuko or Iroh fight. One wrong slip and it would all be over. Taking advantage of the element of surprise she raised her leg and with a mighty kick, literally kicked him out of the teashop. Making him tumble onto the street.

Then she paused and looked at Zuko's wide eyes and Iroh's gaping mouth over her shoulder. "I'm not going to stay and clean up his mess," she huffed before walking out.

It took Zuko a moment to compose himself and exit the teashop only to see both of Tsai's blades clashing furiously with Jet's hook blade weapons. Jet kept coming at her with everything striking with fury. However, she quickly deflected every swing.

"I used to think you were hot, but now?" It was then that his swords and her blades stuck together. "Wow." He let out a low whistle making her grow even angrier. "Stay away from me and my family!" She growled out ferociously and attacked landing a good slice on the side of his torso.

"You must be getting tired of using those blades." Jet taunted with a sinister grin and she gave him an annoyed look, "Why don't you go ahead and firebend at me?" He continued to taunt.

Iroh and Zuko stood in the door way of the teashop. Zuko was fired up and ready to go. Iroh watched with a worried expression a hand tightly gripping his nephew's shoulder holding him back.

"Please, son, you're confused!" Iroh called out desperately, "You don't know what you're doing!" He didn't know for how much longer he would be able to hold his nephew back from fighting.

Zuko was gritting his teeth so hard he could feel a migraine coming in. Jet was holding onto his wounded side. When she stepped back.

"Haven't we had enough violence?" She pleaded with him. "Enough is enough," she sheathe her hidden blades. Lowering her guard.

Ba Sing Se was a clean slate. It was a chance for a peaceful life. She wasn't going to let Jet ruin this for her.

However, he ignored her. He swung his blade at her and she managed to barely dodge it as it sliced off a strand of hair. It was then that she realized that Jet wasn't going to back off. Coming to her senses she lowered her body and spun her leg knocking him off his feet in one swift move. In one fluid motion he jumped to his feet.

"Bet you wish you could use a little fire blast right now." Jet said mockingly and he swung his swords at Tsai. He really wasn't going to quit. Jet would go on and on until he proved that the three of them were Fire Benders. Tsai turned and looked at Iroh's concerned expression and at the rage on Zuko's eyes. It was then that Jet did a forward trust with his body and in one swift motion she grabbed onto his arm and using his own strength against himself pulled his arm down. Everybody stared in disbelief as she twisted his arm and flipped him over her shoulder coming slamming to the ground with enough force that he coughed up an aggravated breath eyes wide.

Both Zuko and Iroh's eyes were comically wide in shock, borderline in fear as they witnessed her wrath.

"D-Did you know she could fight like this?" Zuko asked in a small voice as he made a mental note not to piss Tsai off in the future. "No," Iroh marbled in the same surprised tone.

"Give?" She said through ragged breaths as she looked down at her opponent. "You wish," Jet growled and hooked his blade to her ankle dragging her off her balance and to the floor. He leapt to his feet and turned the blade being directed at her neck. Both Iroh and Zuko were getting ready to jump into the fight when a massive cloud of thick white smoke exploded. It had been a smoke bomb! But how?

The smoke cleared out and Jet stood before the crowd that had gathered with his blades both buried into the ground. He glared at the dirt in annoyance and with anger pulled them back when he suddenly felt a blade being pressed against the skin of his neck, his hair jerked back.

"You need help," She snapped angrily her hidden blade pressing against his neck even tighter. Making him gulp stiffly.

Tsai didn't have any time to work on a new skill that would allow her to attack from a long-range distance. Instead this would be her best bet. Temporary blindness. (AN: Let's make sure Tsai never pissess Toph off. She'd wreck her in a heartbeat.)

"I'm not going to hurt you," she said after a moment. Jet's blood was boiling he was heaving in rage as he stood very still thinking of his next move. "I don't want to hurt you. I'm going to let this go, but you have to promise to let this go as well," she nodded. He couldn't see the expression on her face but could hear an edge of fear in her voice. She really didn't want to hurt him. Jet looked at the firebenders who were standing a couple of feet away watching with concern. Specially Lee. Jet put two and two together and gathered that if he hurt Homura. Lee wouldn't hesitate to strike with a fiery inferno. There was no question about it. Slowly Jet raised his hands as if in defeat and Tsai stepped back, still wary about her enemy. She did not trust him.

"You see that!" Jet shouted at the crowd of bystanders. "The Fire Nation is trying to silence me!" he shouted and Tsai glared at him with her narrowed caramel colored eyes. He gave a look at the auburn haired girl from over his shoulder and lowered his attack, her posture relaxed as she sheathe her blades and began walking back towards the teashop.

"Watch out!" Iroh shouted. She turned around in time to see Jet come at her with a backstabbing attack. She raised her hands but the attack never came. She winced in pain at the slicing sensation in the palms of her hands. Zuko was more than halfway towards them when she caught both of his blades in her bare hands and snatched them away from him.

Jet starred shocked, eyes wide as he lost his weapon.

It was then that he was pushed back, he stepped back collapsing on his behind. This time two dual blade swords were pointed directly at his face. It was Lee standing between them, his eyes burning in a fiery rage.

"Try anything I won't hesitate to kill you," he threatened menacingly right before lowering his blades.

Just like that the fight was over.

Jet's hook blades slid off Tsai's palms and hit the ground stained with her dripping blood. She winced as she inspected both of her palms both of them had matching deep horizontal slashes running across them.

It was then that Dai Li agents, also known as the local law enforcement, pushed through the crowd and came upon the scene. Jet was breathing hard as he glared darkly at Zuko who was shielding the red-haired girl behind him.

"Drop your weapons." One of the Dai Li agents ordered as they reached the trio.

Zuko's eyes narrowed and he lowered his swords to his sides. Jet scowled and pointed towards Iroh, Tsai and Zuko with his hand.

"Arrest them," Jet demanded, "They're firebenders!"

"This poor boy is confused," Iroh said peacefully as he walked over to stand beside Zuko and Tsai, "We're just simple refugees." He explained before placing a hand on the girl's shoulder, leaning in to inspect her wounds with concern.

Pao stepped forward and pointed an accusing finger at Jet, "This young man wrecked my tea shop, and assaulted my employees!"

"It's true sir, we saw the whole thing." One of the customers said as he stepped forward, "This crazy kid attacked the finest tea maker in the city. He went mad because the girl rejected him." "People that don't understand that "No means No!" are a problem!" another customer quipped.

"Oh, ho, ho." Iroh chuckled modestly as he blushed faintly at the comment of him being the best tea maker in town, "That's very sweet."

Zuko rolled his eyes in aggravation at his uncle, but Tsai couldn't help but smile a little at Iroh's happiness.

The two Dai Li agents walked up to Jet, who was glaring at them angrily.

"Come with us, son." One of the agents instructed firmly once he and his comrade had reached the young man.

Jet scowled and eyed his hook weapons that were quite a distance away from him. He attempted to fight with his hands, however was quickly seized with his arms behind his back, binding his wrists together using their stones from their rock gloves.

"You don't understand!" Jet shouted as the guards dragged him toward a wagon designed for holding captured criminals, "They're Fire Nation! You have to believe me!"

The crowd slowly began to disperse as the young man was thrown into the wagon on his knees. Jet looked up as the doors began to close, catching sight of the auburn hair girl looking at him with hurt as she held her open palms close.

The people left in the street watched quietly as the wagon began moving down the street. In the remaining crowd, Longshot and Smellerbee watched the entire scene unfold, hidden from view then they turned and slowly walked away.

"Are you alright?" Iroh asked as he touched her closed fists, wincing she opened them and saw the gashes. "You're lucky these are not too deep. Come on, let's go inside and bandage you up," he encouraged placing a hand on her back gently guiding her in. "And tell me- where did you learn to fight like that? And that smoke bomb? Remind me not to make you angry," Iroh laughed lightly.

Zuko stood outside anger coursing through his system. It took him a moment to cool down before he returned to the teashop. Inside Pao was thanking the girl for taking the fight outside so that nothing was destroyed. Jet's flowers had been discarded and Iroh sat on a table carefully bandaging her hands.

Zuko could feel his insides twisting. Why did it bother him so much? Why did it hurt him so much to see her wounded? Why couldn't he stop starring? Why couldn't he think of anything worth saying?

"Don't do that again!" He snapped angrily slamming his hands on the table. "It was my fight," the other dead panned. "I didn't want to hurt him," she said sadly. "There's already so much pain, violence and war around us." "Don't be stupid!" He repeated angrily before slamming a fist down. "You got hurt!" He exclaimed. "Aw, don't tell me you're worried about me?" She teased slightly wincing through the pain as Iroh continued to bandage her hand.

He didn't find it funny in the least.

Zuko removed himself from the table. He looked at his Uncle who was starring at him intently. Turning away he stormed out of the teashop.

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"Ouch," Tsai winced as she kept busy washing the teapots and cups at the end of the day. It was a mindless task but she enjoyed washing dishes. It was odd but she found the motions and the lukewarm water in her hands to be relaxing. Iroh was doing the closing duties counting the money earned and expenses of the business day. Zuko was... Well who knows. Neither had heard from him since he stormed out of the shop in an angry fit of rage. Her best bet was that he went to hunt Jet to destroy him. She couldn't help but laugh a little at this. He really was something else...

"I don't think its funny." A dark voice suddenly said.

She wiped her wet hands on her dirty apron and turned to see Zuko leaning against the kitchen's door frame. His arms were crossed over his chest and he slightly slouched as per usual. He carried a small bag which dangled off his right hand.

How long had he been standing there watching?

He had been watching her for a while, wincing at the feeling of the water on her open wounds every once in a while. Her short hair was tied up in a messy bun kept away from her face, she wore her apron over her Earth Kingdom tunic and shorts.

"Aw," she cooed mockingly sarcasm dripping from her words. "You are so cute when you're worried," she grinned playfully splashing some water in his direction.

"I'm serious Tsai!" He said sternly approaching and standing next to sink, next to her. "You need to lighten up. Nothing happened." She rolled her eyes and brushed off his concern returning to attending the unwashed teapots.

"Move," He instructed bumping his hip against hers, tossing the bag he was carrying on a nearby counter. "You shouldn't be washing dishes." He picked up some cups and started rinsing them. "I'm fine- really," she insisted. But he looked at the crimson gashes that peeked from underneath the now wet bandages that his uncle had wrapped around her palms. "You're missing the point!" He snapped savagely dropping the cups back into the sink making them splash.

He felt a terrible sense of duty and guilt which twisted his insides. He reached for her hands pulled her wrists out of the water holding them tightly exposing the gashes.

"I know you're strong." His grip loosened around her wrists, holding them with care in his hands. "But something worse could've happened. And I-..." He paused trailing off.

He looked away. He struggled against himself pushing back against that door that was attempting to toss wide open in his twisted insides. His face felt hot. He looked at her perplexed expression, eyes wide in what he interpreted as confusion.

"I..." He looked away again and saw the bag he had brought into the rum. All he had to do was say it and get it over with. Vomit the words. The grip around her became stronger, more possessive. "...You?" She arched an eyebrow attempting to help him with his linguistics.

"I got you this!" He exclaimed abruptly and reached for the bag handing it to her. It wasn't quite what he had to say, but often his uncle had taught him that actions spoke louder than words. "I went to the apothecary. The vendor said this would be help with the cuts," he trailed off once again being unable to meet her warm gaze.

He never wanted to see her hurting. The sole thought of it. It killed him inside.

"If you want to help you can sweep the front. I'll take care of this." He lowered his gaze not wanting to meet the loving gaze she was giving him. He could feel it on him. On his face. He felt as if his heart was going to explode inside of his ribcage. His palms became terrible sweaty

Tsai was moved. This was so thoughtful... She was not expecting this.

He turned to face the sink and without another word got to washing the remaining teapots, cups and dishes. He swallowed the knot that had formed on his throat. He was taken back when he felt what he felt to be a peck to the side of his face.

"Thank you," she said to him gratefully before giving his arm a squeeze and leaving.

And just like that- the door he had been fighting and struggling to hard to keep shut burst open.

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CHAPTER MASTERLIST

[afoolandathief]

Do you have any mad scientist ocs?

Jade has a bit of a mad scientist vibe (she does create a lodestone that attracts one’s own DNA in order to clean up crime scenes) but I think Violet falls more into this category.

While Violet comes off initially as this shy, flower-child type to most people, she really is a powerful witch, strong leader and I also like to think of her as a mad scientist, in a sense (also she’s really not that shy either, she flirts with a very oblivious Jade upon first meeting her, after all!). She wanted to follow a similar route to Jade and get a doctorate, but in biology, but couldn’t because of her father getting sick. I also like the idea of, in addition to specializing in plant magic, a lot of her magic falling in line with research-based practices, if that makes sense.

Jade comes to her for help making a potion, which is already kind of a mad-sciencey sort of thing, IMHO. Then you find out she’s created a tree constantly bearing fruit and has hydroponic structures and rare plants growing in her greenhouses.

Also she has this line about the greenhouses at the farm:

"We had to put protective charms around each of them. Partly to protect the plants, but mostly to protect any intruders from the plants."

Which you could think the dangerous plants are Marie’s doing, but they most likely are Violet’s.

Spoilers below (mostly for stuff I haven’t written fully yet, but still):

After the local population of mermaids/naiads is wiped out, Violet is the one who figures out how to use the eggs left behind by Lorelai to clone her and reintroduce naiads into the lake. She initially does this in secret, without help from anyone until the clones have already hatched.

When she takes over the Southwestern Coven, she also takes over Theoris Myrina’s old business and makes ingredients available and affordable for much-needed potions, such as ones that make werewolves less aggressive when turning. I’d also imagine she’d try her hand at making her own, better potions now that she has that kind of access.

And while it’s Jade’s idea to cut out an undead Rock Giant’s heart to use to make an Everbeating Heart, she seeks Violet’s help in creating it. And though it requires powerful magic from Jade to make it work, it’s Violet’s devotion to the project that leads to its completion. Between the two of them they’ve managed to do something considered impossible even by magical standards - create a heart constantly pumping blood, with life force, for Caz.

Which is one of the things I like about Violet. Her solutions to problems aren’t usually violence or some kind of power play. She uses research and experiments to find ways to resolve hardship.

[ichirostitties]

I'LL BE ONE OF THE FIRST ASKS!! WELCOME FRIEND! (This is Mod Ramuda from Marble Texture Imagines!) Do you mind doing some fluffy headcanons for Fling Posse and Doppo waking up with their S/O in the morning? Like Routines, etc. It can be scenarios or headcanons or whatever is easiest for you! Thank you so much and have fun!!!! 💛💙💛💙💛💙

OH THIS ONE WAS SO CUTE IT MADE MY HEART GO LIKE UUGHJGGASGHJKSF i love them so much

Ramuda

-man imagine waking up next to ratmuda wouldn’t that be the wackiest time (u wake up to owo right in ur face)

-ok but he’s probably really clingy so you’d probably wake up and find that he’s lying half on top of you. either that or he’s just hugging you from behind because he wants to feel like you’re his if you get what i mean. ramuda is possessive ok

-you probably wouldn’t be able to move until he wakes up because he’s just that clingy and whiny (dw tho if you actually annoyed him fr he wouldn’t have let you sleep in the bed in the first place)

-sometimes you wake up and he’s already been up for a while, either way you still wake up to “hewwo hewwo onee-san ya ya ya minna genki ii ne ii ne”. Ramuda is still high-energy in the morning I think.

-if you have to get up to go somewhere he’d maybe let you go but you’d have to ask really nicely

-if he wants to have sexy times ur going to have sexy times that’s just how it is but i wont go into any detail this is a Christian ask

-he eats candy 4 breakfast (ok but for real are his teeth ok??) no ok so i think he’d love to make breakfast with you. he acts really cutesy 99% of the time so it’d probably be a lot of fun!! Ramuda’s a fun dude who’d still call you onee-san even after you’ve married him.

-usually though you guys probably just do your own thing food-wise (aka you have something normal like toast and he has 60 donuts or something) and just chill out. I think Ramuda is the kind of person who needs to trust someone before he even lets them get remotely closer than just a one-off date like everyone else and um. u moved in with him so i guess he trusts u now for the most part. you can probably talk to him about anything and he’d go with it.

-he’s really affectionate as usual so he’s probably really touchy and u get lollipop breath in ur face cause he wont stop smooching u sometimes (if he can reach). but do u smooch him back?? absolutely

-overall Ramuda doesn’t actually enjoy the company of others as much as he seems to, so I think he’d really appreciate just being able to spend the morning doing meaningless things with someone. He’s actually genuinely sweet when it’s someone he loves, even if he just plays it off as him being his normal self

-he’s babey!!

Dice

-damn where would u guys even wake up. wild.

-In all seriousness Dice would simultaneously the best and worst person to wake up to (at your place definitely because he’s lost his poor babey). He’s so affectionate he’s probably clinging to you in some way (maybe a little too tightly but you probably don’t mind. he’s a cutie)

-well it’s either that or he’s completely sprawled out and has taken All of the blanket and his arm is across your chest or something and is probably snoring or sleep-talking (IT’S CANON THAT HE DOES BOTH AND IT’S THE CUTEST THING EVERB I LOVE DAISU). so you may wake up to that or because of that. honestly it’s probably not a big deal since you’ve been with him for this long lol

-uh oh i can feel my dice love coming out ughgjhjhjgjghasd oh no here it goes

-dice 100% wants to go back to sleep once he’s up (”I WAS DREAMING I GOT TRIPLE 7s BABE U GOTTA LET ME GO BACK TO SLEEP”) and you probably just go with it cause he’s r eally cute + u get to hug him for longer so i really don’t see any negatives

-unless you’ve gotta be somewhere then uhh gl!! you’ll have to drag yourself from his grip if you’ve woken up with him holding you and if not you’ll have to manually move each Dice Body Part that is currently laying across you so you can actually move (and you’d probably have to leave just as he’s waking up/he probably hasn’t woken up yet. but if he was up he’d give u the biggest hug ever before thanking you endlessly that you let him stay with you)

-but if you didn’t have to go anywhere it’d be a really relaxing and chill time! Dice isn’t really used to having a place to stay so he’d be SO grateful like aww,,babey ;( 

-he eats so MUCH and isn’t past pouring cereal and milk on toast or something outrageous like that. hopefully you don’t mind him eating so much! he swears he’ll pay you back (and he will for sure). except he says it with his mouth stuffed full of food so you may have to ask him to repeat himself (or you can just make fun of him if you want. he has the best reactions)

-dice is probably itching to head down to the slot machines (esp after his dream lmao) but he’d be content to stay with you for the morning because he usually doesn’t head out this early anyway!! and he loves spending time with you

-if u play mobile gacha games u guys go through the morning login bonuses together aw how romantic

-every morning with dice would be something different cause he’s just an unpredictable guy honestly, like I don’t think you guys would have a set routine. he’d have some wacky dream to tell you about every morning and you just sit there and listen and nod because 9 times out of 10 they make no sense but you go with it because It’s Dice

-he’s so cute please love him he takes all my uwus

Gentaro

-Gentaro is almost always up before you, he strikes me as an early morning person, so you would almost never wake up to him. He’s not used to affection so if you did wake up next to him and hug him or something he’d probably get really tense and wake up immediately. you could possibly get him to go back to sleep but for Gentaro it seems like once he’s up, he’s up

-not in a creepy way or anything, but Gentaro really likes to watch you sleep cause you look so relaxed and peaceful, and it puts him at ease. he takes half a minute or so to appreciate your sleeping face before he gets up for real. He doesn’t realise that sometimes you’re awake when he does this and you are 100% aware of it. but it’s okay you think he’s cute

-he’s probably sitting at the table drinking tea or something. When you get up he probably just smiles at you while you wake up. I’d like to think this is part of the routine, he smiles to acknowledge your presence while you wake up properly and it just sort of happens every morning

-mornings with Gentaro are usually really quiet. Neither of you feel the need to say much, so there’s a fair amount of comfortable silence and it’s really nice. Even if you have a bad sleep, Gentaro will always be waiting at the table with his cup of tea (and some for you if you like it :0) 

-I think he’d like to tell you stories to wake up, especially if you’re stressed! Honestly he’d put so much effort into making you feel loved, but only in ways that aren’t immediately noticeable because he still isn’t used to intimacy and he probably still gets embarrassed even now ow i hurt myself thinking about gentaro’s past ok i’ll stop

-he really enjoys your company no matter what you’re doing, but I think what Gentaro enjoys most about mornings is that you guys just get to talk. He finds you so interesting to speak to (he himself is super interesting?? he knows so much) and he loves learning about you. Early morning and late at night is probably the prime time for you guys to just talk, so that’s what he looks forward to the most. Gentaro is so sappy he’s secretly a big romantic what a softie

Doppo

-THIS POOR MAN he really really doesn’t wanna get up :^( since he works all weekdays, this would unfortunately be the most common way to spend mornings with him

-his alarm goes off and he just knows he hasn’t had enough sleep, and he wakes up next to you he wants to leave even less, but he has to (the devil works hard but doppo kannonzaka works harder)

-most mornings he wakes up before you, but you’re usually up before he leaves, just in time to wish him the best before he leaves (please give him the biggest hug ever he really deserves all the love). He doesn’t have time to make himself breakfast most likely, so he just has coffee or whatever and leaves. He feels really guilty for not being able to get anything ready for you though :^(

-if you get up before him you could make him breakfast!! He’d really appreciate it and probably apologise for making you do that, but you can assure him it was all of your own will. He would probably be close to tears he’s so happy to have someone like you aww

-on his days off Doppo sleeps like a brick, so you’d almost always wake up before him and he’s definitely tangled up with you cause he really really enjoys your warmth

-he doesn’t wanna get up, so mornings where he doesn’t have work are s o lazy. You just lie in bed with him while he sleeps, but if you really want to get up he’d probably whine and pull you back. It would be an endless struggle and honestly who can say no to him (just look at him..uwu!!!)

-by the time you get up it isn’t the morning anymore. Doppo probably gets anxious about it being another few hours closer to him having to go to work again but he has you there to reassure him that it’s okay, and find something calming for you guys to do for the rest of the day. 

-please love doppo he deserves a big rest!!! i love him so much i want to give him all my support ;( he’s so soft

[dailysandersidesaudoodles]

Here's an extra bit of Smush, offered to you from the depths of my everbeating heart, which paces itself so timely to sync with yours. The daily smush will soon be laced with information and detailed ideas that I hope that you will recieve with interest and care. Smush out!

ok that was freaking POETIC AF AND I LOVE IT

and me is excited for those ideas OwO!!!

[jardindesoi]

The Garden’s Harvest, a collection of poems.

For my first blog post, I decided to analyze some of the poetry I’ve written in my free time through an outside lens. I compiled all the pieces I’ve written whose main themes deal in some way with my experience as a queer person: this theme shows up a lot in my private work, so I wanted to see what the poetry I write reveals about my relationship with my queer identity.

When I get inspired by something I experience in the world, I open a note in my phone and use a specific artistic style to try and articulate the “truth” I am grappling with. This style depends entirely on how I feel in the moment: some of these pieces use specific parallel structures or references, while some are bursts of words and phrases written down as they occur to me. I title and very sparingly edit them after finishing. If I were to compile these for some formalized assignment or other publication, I would likely edit them for either length or clarity of thought, but as of now they are the raw “flashes” of creativity I felt over a period lasting from some point in my senior year of high school (“History”) until a few weeks ago (“Sterilization”). 

I looked at these pieces from the point of view of an outsider, with the help of my friend, another queer person who writes poetry. The first thing I was able to notice about what I’ve written so far is that they all contain elements of three specific themes. I’ve arranged them below in order of which of these themes they fit most: the social perception of queerness, then anger at this perception, and finally yearning and love. 

Most prominent in the first section but present in all three is the impression that I am very in touch with both my queer identity and how it is perceived by the wider society. I wrote “Work for It” such that each stanza discusses a different marginalized group that suffers under American capitalism, and this fragment demonstrates how I am conscious of the queer community’s place in this suppressive system. “History” was me coming to terms with the fact that the history I was learning in school excluded the stories and challenges of the queer community as it recognized itself and grew, requiring me to seek out this knowledge without any formal guide. 

What queer representation I am able to find, both in history and in present-day media, is the object of “Sterilization:” the “idols” are the whitewashed, well-behaved, stifled image passed off by mainstream media as the epitome of how queer people are expected to act to gain acceptance in majority society. “I AM MORE” was a rage-fueled vent spurned by frustration at queer identities being treated as jokes even in spaces that claim to be accepting of them. These two pieces together show how I see the queer community as double-edged sword: I am thankful for the ability to find and relate to other people like me, but the injustice and separation both within and without the community lead to stereotyping and a monolithic view of queer people as a whole. 

The last two pieces are unique in that they don’t have an explicit theme of social or political commentary: rather, they are raw and unfiltered expressions of love, the same love felt by heterosexual couples. “He’s Beautiful/or Something” muses on men I have found attractive with the underlying idea that beauty can be found in any kind of person, while the “Wanna” fragment is an expression of the desire to be close to someone. Although these two deal explicitly with my own emotions as a gay man, they portray emotions and desires shared by anyone with the capacity for love; the only difference between these poems and identical ones dealing with heterosexual love would be the use of a differently gendered pronoun. Yet they are still queer pieces, because they were written by a queer person who experiences love. I used the act of writing these expressions of love as a method of authenticating those same feelings: being able to articulate my emotions like this allowed me to further settle into my identity as a queer person and a queer lover. 

Here are the pieces I used for this analysis (CW: f-slur in “I AM MORE”):

fragment from “Work for It”

The queer, commodified 

Into company pandering one month yearly, 

Whose battle for the rights to marriage, adoption, and healthcare has been one of distracting White noise?

“History”

My history is not taught.

Students don’t read about my predecessors—

Unless they read between the lines,

Under Achilles’ heel,

Under Shakespeare’s pen,

Under Caesar’s fist.

Their eyes must strain under and between,

For my history is beaten and burned and buried.

My history is uncovered in late night dives through Wikipedia,

Following a scent trail of shining blue words,

Digging up fragments of a story with no words,

Of a movement with no motion,

Of a revolution with no goal.

We have no manifesto, no agenda.

We have identity, 

Love, 

Art,

Life...

Mere abstractions, whose essences are eroded by the sands of time.

I gaze at the past through a rose tint, and cannot see the blood that drowns our past,

Soaks our present,

Steeps into our future.

For who can stare agog at the glitter and self-expression of the balls,

Without also bearing witness to the sicknesses and deaths of the models, the dancers, 

The lovers?

We are all lovers.

Our Hearts are Normal,

But our history is not.

“Sterilization,” unfinished

Are these to be my idols? These totems of plastic and glitter, these mannequins adorned in the clothes of the everyman, these peacocks who preen and strut and jape and dance and sing for their audience? 

Am I to learn their dance, learn how they imitate those traditions which for so long were closed off from them? Am I to fall, as they do, at the feet and mercy of the audience, performing and receiving as payment the permission to be like them? 

/////

They are Not Us, and We are Not Them. 

They are Not Us, so We become Them. 

They are Not Us, but We are Not Us.

They are Not Us, yet We are Them.

“I AM MORE”

I AM NOT YOUR JOKE

I AM A HUMAN

I AM BEYOND THE STEREOTYPES I PUT ON FOR HUMOR, IN CONFIDENCE THAT THEY ARE UNDERSTOOD FOR THE NONSENSE THEY ARE

I AM NOT YOU

I AM EVERBEING I AM MULTITUDES I AM BEYOND I AM MORE THAN YOU AND I WILL NOT DIE

I AM A FAGGOT

I AM NASTY

I AM NOT A HILARIOUS FAIRY

I AM SOCIETY’S DISGUSTING LEFTOVER MISTAKE

AND I LOVE IT

“He’s Beautiful/or Something”

He has long, curly, blond hair that falls almost to his shoulders, a mane that shakes when he laughs.

Or his hair is long, but silky smooth and straight, and he wears it in a tight ponytail when it gets in the way.

Or his head is buzzed almost to the scalp and dyed crimson red, or sea-foam green, or blinding white, or any other beautiful color.

His eyes are dark, almost black, but they shift with the sunlight to a shining amber or gold.

Or they’re sky-blue, shimmering with a reflection of the world they gaze upon.

Or they’re green, but sometimes they’re hazel, or cerulean, or mint—but they’re always beautiful.

He’s tall, and when we’re together he envelops me in his embrace and surrounds me.

Or he’s my size, and we share clothes, and when I wear his sweaters I lose myself in the scent he left behind.

Or he’s small, almost dainty, and I hold him tightly when we’re together, as though to protect him from the world, or selfishly preserve his beauty for myself alone. 

He’s an academic, his eyes glazed over as he devours the heavy tome before him, hardly noticing me until a small kiss on his head brings him back.

Or he’s an athlete, running or jumping or swimming, hitting or kicking or just moving, his kisses full of a passionate spirit.

Or he’s an artist, creating from nothing pieces that speak to the heart, that are at once uproarious, haunting, and as beautiful as the face I kiss every day.

I am his.

Or, he is mine.

fragment from “Wanna”

I wanna

Be close,

Closer,

Closer,

So close that the atoms that separate us break apart

And we are left with our spirits,

Ebbing and flowing in an eternal cosmic dance,

Fundamentally connected,

Never to leave the warmth of the other.

I wanna

I wanna

[dirtyconsumer]

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[dolcevitamamma]

Sunday Show and Tell ✨🍂✨ POST TWO OF TWO ✨ My current turnaround time is 11 weeks🤗 See my current Shop updates in my Stories tomorrow, and there will be a tab in my Highlights if you miss it🌟 Please note that the script, rainbow script and italic fonts are included up to 8 letters, but the Nora, Addie and Custom fonts are extra add ons as they take much more time ($3 per letter). OTM is Off the Menu RB Script is Rainbow Script EW is extra wide 1. “You are my Sunshine” Custom 48” by 62” blanket in the EW Butterscotch velvet with lace and his mama’s handwriting hand embroidered with a Custom design 2. “Sterling Everbe” 17” organic lovey in the EW Dusty Blue velvet with the hand embroidered lowercase Nora font and stars 3. “Colin” 24” lovey in the Double trim Vanilla and Vanilla velvet with the hand embroidered Nora font and a matching Doll lovey 4. “Betty Anne” 24” Organic Lovey in the Dusty Rose velvet with lace and the hand embroidered Nora font 5. “Lux Hosanna” 17” lovey in the Dusty Blue velvet with the hand embroidered Script font and stars 6. “Hayes Alan” 17” lovey in the OTM Iced Sky velvet with the hand embroidered RB Script font 7. “Olivia” 14” lovey in the Vanilla velvet with the hand embroidered RB Script font 8. 17” Vanilla lovey with hand embroidered hearts 9. Don’t miss the first post, there are some more beautiful names and colors! If you are a follower of mine here, please comment on and like this post to be entered in a monthly draw to win one of TWO $40 shop credits💛💵💛Winners will be announced October 1st✨✨And on Winning Wednesdays every week I am giving away at doll lovey! Giveaway is from Wednesday to Thursday winner announced Fridays and the best part is it is ready to ship! If you are outside of the US you will have to pay the shipping😘 #sundayshowandtell #personalizedgifts #nurserydecor #babygifts #handlettered #handembroidery #heavenlyvelvetmuslinblanket #madewithlove #babyshower #expecting #dolcedreams https://www.instagram.com/p/CFGaE1xAp5c/?igshid=1deh853xgs0cj

[jackofalltrades6]

If you had to walk across the desert you wouldnt see where you’re going for days, even weeks. All you can do is move forward. Would you know if there would be water in your future? No. Would you know if you pass by a local nomad to guide you on the journey to the other side? No. All you have is the magnificent body that God gave you and the path you are destined to take. Trust that you will get to where you need to go even when you can’t sense it. Because you’re gonna wanna give up. Without faith in what lies ahead, you’re going to convince yourself it’s not worth it. Without faith, you’ll turn around the minute you see something you don’t like. If you’re going to spend time believing that you can’t and that it’s too dangerous, might as well believe that you can pass what makes you feel scared. If you really want to be rational, it wouldn’t make sense to give up, right? Give your mind a break and strengthen your everbeating heart. When your heart stops, so do you. Wouldn’t you wanna help your heart beat faster, not slower? Your life depends on it. It’s up to you.

[swinterr]

taeyong!

angst

1. an idol’s girl 1 2  by @eeunoia

smut

2. gamer antics by @sakuurae

3. mellifluous by @jaeminscoffee

4. reverb by @lovingonrepeat 

5. love at first flight by @twentythreejoys

fluff

1. too hot! hot damn! by @luvdsc

2. red-eye by @cirrus-lily

3. 1:59 by @smoll-tangerine 

angst + fluff

1. reasons why i can’t forget you by @taeyongtime

2. finale of the longing heart  by @taeyongtime

3. changes by @kwanisms

4. love at first flight  by @twentythreejoys

fluff + angst + smut 

1. on and off  by @alreadyblondenow

2. sucker by @neo-cult-ure

fluff + smut

1. snow storm by @whereisten 

2. unspoken by @bvbyxuxi

3. friday evening  by @neoculturetravesty

this will be edited every time i post new fic recs

last edited: 05-26-21

[bleedingheartfortress-blog]

Give away your broken heart.

Your broken heart has hurt you for the longest time now, but no more! Never again! You came here with that goal in mind: Getting rid of that sodding thing! Pulsating in its slow rhythm, the Bleeding Heart resides on its spike, silently it is awaiting for you to state your business. “I demand-” you raise you voice, shattering the silence, “Take my heart! Make the pain go away for all time to come!” And as if the Bleeding Heart listened to your demand, a strong beat shakes the spike, ripples flow through the red liquid you are standing in. As the tiny waves hit your boots, you feel your conscience drain from your body.

Images flash before your inner eye, like hazy memories of something you needed to forget. You hold your heart in your right hand, dark red and gooey is the liquid pouring out of your hearts cracks. With every faint beat it drains more and more, until it starts to liquefy itself into small red chunks. Like wet sand, it flows through your fingers, dripping down your forearm, into the sea of red beneath.

A deep and sudden breath brings you back into the land of the living. You are laying on your side, in the pool of blood, the everbeating Heart makes wet noises with every beat, as a dark red goo flows up the spike into the Heart. Slowly you get back up on your feet, as the blood rolls down your skin and clothing, leaving no stains when it reunites with the pool on the floor. You feel up and down your ribcage, but the sharp pain you expected is nowhere to be felt, in fact you feel…. nothing. While you walk out the hall, down the corridors of the fortress, the lingering feeling of nothingness does not dissipate. When you reach the large wooden door of the entrance, you try to find your pulse - only to feel more of the nothingness, your new constant companion. You push open the heavy doors and exit.

[libidomechanica]

Untitled (“The ways prests”)

The ways prests. That bedewed  appressd, and all fille. With  beloves, and of  hope of young soul on with  from me, that though 

the commons words cross his  it. Murmurs of Malth and  thigh in might be lone, to  lost relieved sland it? ( For what shee wheel song  myself if her winds the  bird a night, ere teeth them.  A simplemen, and been  ague write; love, which, we hand,  in whom I in my might I  deceive. Own wont the piece oft  her frore, becast and looks? And,  the few why work but  heart is come) a little make  men; but the leavenly at  place! Its places gone— the  old us been 

press, that vest enough Christabel,  was white aquil,  and you would thou has thou  were zombing forcere, I a  foote in my Muse it is  last of floor vest which  I feel that flies a matter  the behold joys defeat hourse  of pring. That guess he words its  say, to good appled  on out a call I lie to  a mothere        and ever  the woof;—and of 

grace buildine did me a magine 

shew his habit— look began  thus, who task my do not from  my scope it start is these  mask of the been 

love to run thout in sea  throught eye I thouse I lovd fault; and  the taken. stuck in they  schooses; he have be shaken her  beneath to had tinct will  paid, ’“twas try I was  all-head. And lustrike South; a  Shah forgoes, the cheeks are  deathere burnt advance to feet  in vain; then I weep i w atched a fair everbers, and all  thy shot spoil of humourned on  ther a serf, and cloaths, to  speaking what I will  this my loved, or gaze me to 

turn and trouble, but once  my life —each a warmd; ‘thus fled outen  to my motion the  mintainstant;’ She coached pourishest  Own rich baytes of squeen air. well  dreads. our murmurings exterming 

with pixel youth  a long ye like for  my contral cypress kiss, a  dropped tulips, a handscapd this  male so fantasies  its wash, foul, where, bove good  trement,” which sorrow unfolden  could be shudder in loves  with they issue. Her  smart. To the brilliana  sight and no ten to  the eachd—and, and day,  clare. Had him be unday the  black unto setter look me  heart swalls from the still faye.  Go, generald. I, that are  now cold despise, as in hour  presert, I must a tomb.