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Fëanorian Quenya

Hey friends! Do you like elves? Do you like the Silmarillion? Do you like Fëanor and co? And most of all, do you like spending hours thinking about minor details pertaining to made-up languages??? If so, boy do I have a treat for you! Let’s delve into the weird world of Fëanorian Quenya and explore some history and mechanics of why they talk Like That.

I’ve seen a lot of posts joking about the Fëanorian lisp, which is about as funny as a joke about a speech impediment can be. 👍 It’s important to understand, though, that this IS a joke. No, they didn’t really speak with a lisp. Yes, they did pronounce some S sounds as TH. That’s the critical disclaimer here: SOME. It’s not a blanket pronunciation. There’s a lot of background research that goes into determining which words would be pronounced with S and which would be TH, and that’s what we’re going to look at.

So if this is something you’ve come across in fandom and you’re not totally sure on the details, or if you ARE sure and just want some more in-depth info, read on.

The stuff probably everybody knows already

For anyone who’s been hanging around the Fëanorian corner of the Silm fandom for more than three minutes, there’s about a 100% chance you’ve heard of Fëanor’s penchant for retaining an archaic TH pronunciation after the majority of the Noldor went ahead and started pronouncing this sound as S instead. You may also know that this sound is represented by the letter thorn (Þ) in HoME, but since thorn doesn’t exist in modern English orthography and it’s a pain to keep typing the ALT code, I’m sticking to TH here. Anyway, all this was due to the fact that Fëanor was a huge mama’s boy, and his mom Míriel Therindë (later called Serindë, which made Fëanor want to punch walls and possibly also fellow elves) was an outlier who retained the TH after it fell out of use. Her son Fëanor, in turn, kept this up to honor her. Now, whether or not he would have bothered if this sound hadn’t literally been a critical part of her name is debatable, but that debate is outside the scope of this essay.

Fëanor continued to use the TH pronunciation until his death, and required his sons to use it as well. Finwë, however, switched over to S after the death of Míriel and before his marriage to Indis. Fëanor, reasonable and level-headed as he was, took this as a personal insult and decided that anybody who rejected TH likewise rejected him. So presumably, his loyal followers would have obeyed his totally reasonable demands not to give in to the seductive S-shift.

Why tho

Why did the Noldor decide to alter their pronunciation from TH to S? Great question. Nobody really knows. For the hell of it? IDK. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ But the important thing to understand is that elves, and especially Noldor, were really committed to making sure their language sounds cool. This is why it changed so much and so comparatively quickly for an immortal population: they were actively invested in changing it. They liked inventing new words and exploring new sounds and messing around with grammar.

So at some point some influential Noldo might have been like, hey y’all, let’s stop saying TH and say S instead! And everyone (except Míriel I guess, who was known for her elegant manner of speech and didn’t want to muck that up by changing pronunciation of a whole letter) was like, whoa, capital idea my good egg. And they went with it. Previous ideas along these lines included ‘hey y’all, let’s stop saying KH and say H instead’ and ‘hey y’all, let’s stop saying Z and say R instead’, and those went over swimmingly. Nobody could have foreseen the problem this TH to S business would cause.

Now here’s a fun fact. There was another change to Noldorin pronunciation that happened AFTER Fëanor’s birth, that he himself was involved in. This one was all about bilabial to labiodental F. And those sure are some words, so if you don’t know what I’m talking about (I don’t blame you), BILABIAL is a more whispery sound that happens when you say F using only air passing through your pursed lips, and LABIODENTAL is when you say F with your top teeth touching your bottom lip. Going forward I’m going to use PH to represent the bilabial sound, and F for the labiodental.

So F got on the radar of the Noldor via the Teleri, who used this sound in their language. And ol’ Fëanor figured it would be awesome to incorporate it into Quenya because he thought the PH sounded too close to HW, and the two were getting confused by lazy speakers. Why did he care? Because of his dad’s name and his own, of course. If people started to get lazy in their pronunciation, we’d end up with Hwinwë and Hwëanáro, which would be terrible and stupid and unacceptable. He accused the Vanyar of leaning down that road, and he wanted to stop that kind of shift before it happened to the Noldor. How to do that? Why, by instigating a different shift from traditional Noldorin PH to Telerin F!

“Hey y’all, let’s stop saying PH and say F instead!”

“Whoa, capital idea my good egg.”

Moral of the story: Fëanor is only concerned with Quenya pronunciation insofar as it affects his own name and the names of family members he likes. He does not care whether it’s staying the same or moving to a new sound so long as it personally makes him feel good and his name sound cool. Therefore the true way to piss him off would be to call him Curuhwinwë Hwëanáro, son of Serindë.

Okay so here’s how it works

Now that history is out of the way, let’s get back to how TH was used by the Fëanorians. As I mentioned earlier, TH wasn’t a blanket pronunciation. It all depended on the original form of the word, and whether the root had a TH or an S. And some very similar-sounding words come from different roots, so this can get tricky. A great resource that’ll give you this information is Eldamo: Quenya words where the S was originally TH are marked out with the Þ (thorn) symbol in the wordlist.

Some examples:

Súlë (spirit, breath) comes from the root THŪ, which means it would be pronounced with a TH. Silma (white crystal) comes from the root SIL, so it and related words like Silmaril would be pronounced with an S. No Fëanorian would say Thilmaril. Isil (moon), however, is a similar-sounding word that comes from a different root: THIL. Olos (mass of flowers) comes from the word LOTH, but: Olos (dream) comes from the root LOS. Fëanorian pronunciation would immediately differentiate between these two words.

While Fëanorians may have retained the distinct pronunciation of TH vs S, other Noldor can still differentiate between original S and S-that-used-to-be-TH in their writing. There are specific tengwar to use depending on the word’s original form. Silmë (the one that looks like a 6) is used for original S, while súlë (or thúlë, the one that looks like an h) is used for original TH.

Which other elves used this sound in their speech?

Fandom has really latched on to this TH as a Fëanorian thing, but it wasn’t that exclusively. The TH sound was actually ubiquitous in other elven languages, and in Valinor, only the Noldor dropped it. It was still used in Telerin and in Vanyarin Quendya. The Vanyar retained the TH not because of anything to do with Míriel, but just because they were a little more conservative and their language didn’t pick up on all the changes that the Noldor made. They also noped out of the Z to R shift the Noldor initiated, opting to keep the Z around.

When Indis married Finwë, she stopped using the normal Vanyarin TH and switched over to S as a gesture of loyalty to him and his people. Finarfin, however, out of love for the Vanyar and Teleri, switched BACK to TH. I like to think about how much it would have annoyed Fëanor that his snot-nosed kid brother was speaking correctly, but for the wrong reason. Go down one more generation, and Galadriel very specifically did not use TH. But this time it was absolutely a choice made as a glaring middle finger to Fëanor.

What this means for your fanfic or whatever

The big takeaway here: you can’t just have Fëanorians replace every S with TH and call it a day.

If you’re inventing names for your Fëanorian OCs or coming up with phrases for them to say, it’s important to look into the history of all Quenya S-words you end up using to determine if they should be S or TH. If Fëanor got mad about somebody saying Serindë instead of Therindë, he’d get equally mad about somebody saying Thilmaril instead of Silmaril and assume they were mocking him. Remember: this is a dude with no chill. (On the other hand, if you WANT somebody to be mocking Fëanor, Galadriel would 100% do this because she has an equally negligible amount of chill.)

It’s also important to note that the TH isn’t a true shibboleth, since pretty much all elves EXCEPT the non-Fëanorian Noldor use it. And even the S-preferring Noldor would still be able to pronounce the TH. Those who went into exile would go on to use it commonly in Sindarin, and those who remained in Valinor would still encounter it among the Vanyar and Teleri. So if you’re writing a scene where somebody has to pronounce a TH word to prove their loyalty… yeah, everyone can pass this test. And in the opposite direction, you can’t use TH to prove somebody’s an evil Fëanorian, either. They might just be Vanyarin or something. Or, like. Really Old.

Would the sons (and followers) of Fëanor keep using TH after his death? Oh hell yeah. This is an entire family unfamiliar with the concept of not dying on hills. They will keep using it unto the ending of the world. Actually, with Sindarin becoming the common language of Middle-earth from the First Age, probably not a lot of change happened in exilic Quenya. It became a lore language: a piece of living history. It would have been preserved as it was when the original speakers left Valinor.

(And then, thousands of years later, Galadriel finally returns home to Tirion like, Long have mine eyes awaited this most blissful of sights, and ne’er hath my sprit soared with such grace, for I am returned! And all the Amanyar Noldor stare at her like, whatchu bangin on bout, eh? Because they had nothing better to do in the peace of Valinor than push Quenya to brave and frankly questionable new horizons.)

Anyway, there you go: a somewhat brief history of Fëanorian Quenya. I hope you found this informative and useful, or at the very least not boring. Obvs this is super condensed and, uh, not particularly scholarly, but I promise I know what I’m talking about. I have a university degree! (Not in anything even remotely related to what’s written above, but I hardly see how that’s relevant. It’s still a DEGREE.)

Questions? Need clarification or want more info? My asks are always open!

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thatonerandomfan4 · 3 years

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Rockwell’s History [READ WARNINGS]

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Fandom: Madness Combat

Characters: Dr. Crackpot, Dr. Hofnarr, Dr. Jebediah Christoff, Phobos, Hank, Sanford, Deimos, 2BDamned, Jebus, Tricky, Rockwell (My OC), Rockwell’s Parents

Warnings: Violence, Blood, Death, Gore, Attacking, Detailed Gore Scenes, Cursing, Transphobia, Crying, Injuries, Very Sensitive Topics, Angst, Heavy Angst, Long Story

Summary: Talking About Rockwell’s Backstory And How He Became Part Of The Madcom Group.

Word Count: 2,681

Notes: Rockwell Is Trans. His Original Name Was Roxannie (Pronounced As Roxanne) Roxannie Will Be In The First Half Of The Fic Until She Makes The Transition.

If You Feel Very Uncomfortable/Dislike The Topics That Are Going To Be In This Fic, Please Leave The Fic Now So You Don’t Have To Experience It And Triggers You.

Also, If You Dislike Fics That Involves Peoples Made Up Characters (OCs), Then You Are Welcome To Leave The Fic.

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Roxannie Woke Up To Her Alarm Clock And Quickly Got Dressed, Heading Downstairs To Get Breakfast. Her Mother Greeted Her With A “Good Morning” And A Warm Smile. Roxannie Sat At The Table, Greeting Her Father. She Took One Bite Of Her Cereal Until The Table Was Knocked Over. With A Frightened Look, She Looked At Her Father And Screamed. His Head Was Chopped Clean Off With His Chest Wide Open, Revealing That His Internal Organs Were Tampered With. She Was About To Cry Until She Heard Her Mother Scream.

Instead Of Staying At The Table, She Ran To The Room Her Mother Was In. As Soon As Roxannie Stepped Foot In The Living Room, She Was Met With A Horrifying Sight.Her Mother Was Brutally Cut In Half With Her Face Missing From Her Head. The Top Half Of Her Body Hung From The Ceiling By A Sword Which Impaled Her. The Bottom Half Of Her Body Was On The Floor, In A Pile With Her Internal Organs. Annie Almost Gagged At The Sight, Until She Saw The Man Who Had Caused Her Parent’s Deaths. A Tall Dark Figure With Red Eyes Approached Her With A Hammer. It Grabbed Her Firmly By The Neck And Bashed Her Head Twice, Revealing Her Brain.

It Left Her On The Ground Struggling To Stay Alive, Leaving Only A Tablet Behind. Rox Used It To Contact For Help, But Could Barely Stay Conscious Due To Her Brain Being Exposed. Luckily, There Was A Fast Response. The Mysterious Person Was Immediately Able To Track Her Location And Tell Her To Stay Where She Is. She Agreed And Just Laid In Front Of The Tablet, Trying Not To Lose Consciousness. About 45 Minutes Had Passed So Far, And She Was Starting To Feel Her Eyelids Get Heavy.

A Man Rushed In And Immediately Injected Her With Some Type Of Medicine. She Immediately Struggled To Stand Up, Before Being Forced To Sit Down. Her Head Was Bandaged Properly Before She Was Helped Up. She Didn’t Even Get A Chance To Thank The Strange Man Because He Immediately Rushed Her Out Of The House And Into His Vehicle. The Whole Car Ride Was Quiet Except For Roxannie’s Cries, Mourning The Death Of Her Parents.

She Couldn’t Even Form Sentences Or Explain To The Man That Saved Her What Happened Because Of How Upset She Was. He Felt Bad For Her, Trying To Give Her Anything She Could Keep Her Mind Busy With Until They Got To The Place. She Didn’t Really Want Anything Though, Other Than To Let Out What She Was Experiencing Now. Once They Arrived To Their Destination, She Was Immediately Brought Into A Lab Where A Bunch Of Scientists Were Working. The Man Led Her Into A Room Where A Small Chubby Man Chatted With A Tall, Stern Looking Guy.

Dr. ??: “Hofnarr, Christoff. I Uh….Got The Child.”

The Two Men Looked Over And Immediately Rushed To Roxannie. They Hugged Her And Did Their Best To Comfort Her In Any Way Possible In That Moment.

Dr. Christoff: “Thank You, Crackpot. We’ll Let You Know If We Need Anything Else.”

Crackpot Nodded And Left The Room, Leaving The 3 Alone As Christoff Shut The Door. Hofnarr Tried To Calm Her Down And Talk With Her. It Was Very Hard To Understand The Girl Through Her Crying And Incoherent Words, Even For Him. Hofnarr Just Held Her Close And Consulted Her, Doing His Best To Calm Her Down. Christoff Sat Down Next To The Two And Offered Rox With A Glass Of Water. She Took The Water And Drank Half Of The Glass, Keeping The Drink In Her Hand While The Two Older Men Did Their Best To Help Her Relax.

Once She Was Calm Enough, They Finally Got Her To Explain What Had Happened. She Told Them Every Detail From This Morning, Keeping It Short And Sweet At The End. Hofnarr And Christoff Frowned, Hugging And Comforting Her Again. It Was Very Hard For Someone To Go Through All That Trauma, Especially For Someone At Her Age. Hell, The Kid Was Only 14. She Barely Knew How To Even React Or See Something Like That. She Needed A Lot Of Therapy To Get Past That Traumatic Event.

Hofnarr: “Hey Christoff. Do You Think Phobos Will Let Us Keep Her Here With Us?”

Christoff: “Maybe, With A Lot Of Bribing.”

Roxannie: “F-Forgive Me For I-Interrputing Your C-Conversation...But Wh-Who’s Ph-Phobos?”

Hofnarr: “Oh! Don’t Worry, You Aren’t Interrupting Anything. And Phobos Is Our Boss. We Need All Permission From Him To Do Anything Around Here.”

Christoff: “Kinda Sucky, But We’re Even Lucky If He’s In A Good Enough Mood To Pay Us.”

They Chat For A Bit Before Heading To Phobos’ Office, Staying Together The Whole Trip. Once They Reached Their Destination, They All Greeted Phobos Before Saying Anything About Roxannie. Phobos Obviously Had To Ask First And The Two Scientists Explained The Whole Situation. Phobos Took A Minute To Think Before Accepting Their Request To Allow Her To Stay. Ending It With “I Don’t Care How, But As Long As She’s Not A Big Distraction To You Two And Works With What She Can.” Of Course They All Had To Agree To That.

They All Headed Out The Door And Back To The Breakroom. Hofnarr Figured She Was Still Hungry And Offered To Make Her A Snack And A Drink. Christoff Just Offered Her To Stay With Them So She Has A Place To Sleep And Stay Instead Of The Lab. Rox Agreed To Both And Walked With The Two Men. On The Way Back To The Lab, Hofnarr Was Smiling, Gently Gripping Onto Rox’s Hand. Christoff Took Notice Of This And Chuckled. He Watched His Husband For A While. It Was Only Now When He Asked About His Sudden Cheery Mood.

Christoff: “What’s Got You All Giddy, Hoffy?”

Hofnarr: “We Have A Child Of Our Own Christoff! Aren’t You Excited To Be A Parent?”

Christoff Just Smiled As Hofnarr Went On About The Wonders Of Raising A Child Of Their Own. He Goes On Fantasies About Vacation, Family Outings, Family Dinners And Other Things. Roxannie Gripped Her New Parent’s Hands Gently, Smiling Softly. She Was Going To Start A New Family And These Were Her New Parents. She Didn’t Mind That, She Loved Supporting People Who Were In Relationships With The Same Gender.

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A Few Years Later…

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Hofnarr: “Rox, You Ready?”

Roxannie: “Yeah I’m Coming!”

She Placed Her Bandana On And Adjusted It To Be Over Her Bandages, Flattening Out Her Lab Coat. She Turned The Light Off In The Bathroom And Headed Downstairs To The Door, Greeting Her Two Dads As They Hugged Her. They Headed Towards The Lab While Hofnarr Was Going On About How Lucky They Were To Be A Family. Christoff Occasionally Threw In A Few Things, Chuckling At Hofnarr’s Responses.

Once They Got To The Labs, Everything Seemed Normal Except For A Few Stressed Out Scientists. The Shaking Scientists Greeted The 3 And Gave Them Information To Keep Safe. Hofnarr Took Roxannie With Him As He Usually Does For The Morning. Christoff Set Out To His Office, Looking Around At The Messed Up Experiments. He Scoffed At The Thought Of Phobos Actually Trying To Be Successful With This….Project. Christoff And Hofnarr Agreed That This Whole “Project Nexus” Thingy Would Not Be On For Long. Someone Would Definitely Stop Him, Even If It Had To Be One Of Them.

Not Even A Minute Later, Hofnarr Had A Worried Look On His Face As The Sound Of Gunshots Could Be Heard From The Other Lab. Rox Stayed Close To Hofnarr Just In Case Anything Happened. They Kept Hearing Gunshots From The Other Lab, Not Knowing What On Earth Was Going Down. Hofnarr Was Upset, What Was Happening To His Husband? Was He Ok? Was He Hurt? He Held Onto Rox As He Tried Not To Cry About The Thoughts That Were Running Through His Mind.

Hofnarr: “I Hope Christoff Is Ok. I Don’t Want To Lose Him Like We Almost Lost You.”

Roxannie: “I-I’m Sure He’ll Be Ok, Dad. And Hey, If I’m Still Here, He’ll Still Be Here.” *She Hugged Him Close. Hofnarr Gave Her A Soft Yet Sad Smile.*

Hofnarr: “I Sure Hope So.”

They Waited About 30 Minutes To Half An Hour Until Someone Entered The Room. As The Two Turned Around, Hofnarr Rushed To Hug The Man. It Was Christoff, And Thankfully He Wasn’t Injured That Badly As He Though. Christoff Went Over To Rox And Hugged Her, Handing Her A Gun As He Also Gave Hofnarr A Gun. He Wanted To Keep His Family Safe While This Whole Messed Up Thing Was Happening.

Hofnarr: “You’ve Made Quite A Mess Christoff.”

Christoff: “They’ve Gone Too Far. If We Don’t Stop This Now...”

A Few Agents Entered The Room, And Christoff Killed Them With The Help Of His Husband And Daughter. Hofnarr Sweated And Gulped, Keeping Roxannie Close To Him.

Hofnarr: “I See We Have No Other Choice…”

They Murdered The Agents Who Kept Coming And Headed Out. Hofnarr Unlocked All The Control Panels As The Continued Through The Lab, Killing Any Agents, Zombies Or Any Failed Experiments. It Took A While Until They Got The Whole Place Cleared But They Were Able To Do It Without Much Harm Going To Them. They Got To The Last Room With The Control Panel And Hofnarr Started Getting Worried. He Looked At Christoff While They Got Rid Of The Last Few Agents With Rox Guarding The Door.

Hofnarr: “Ya Know Phobos Will Finish Us For This.”

Christoff Looked At Hofnarr After Shooting The Last Agent, Ending The Life Of The Betrayer.

Christoff: “Phobos Better Watch His Back..”

Hofnarr Unlocked The Last Control Panel And Looked Around The Room. He Started Heading Out After Christoff And Roxannie, Staying Close To Them While They Walked. Eventually Hofnarr Took The Lead Of The Group To Make Sure That The Other Two Were Safe. He Opened The Door Outside For Them Both, And Closed It After They Were Far Ahead Of Hofnarr. He Followed Them And Took The Lead After A Few Minutes. He Then Looked At Christoff As They Approached Phobos’ Tower.

Hofnarr: “Everything Depends On You Now.” *He Used His Key Card To Unlock The Door And Let Christoff In, Keeping Roxannie Back* “Good Luck, Old Friend..”

They Watched Christoff Walk Into The Tower, And Headed Back To The Lab. Hofnarr Kept His Daughter Close To Him, Trying To Keep Her From Breaking Down Like How She Was When They First Met. They Knew Christoff Was Only Doing This For Their Own Good, And To Stop This Whole Thing From Ruining Nevada Even More. They Walked Into The Lab And Immediately Went To The Breakroom, Setting Their Weapons Down By The Table When They Got There.

They Got Some Food And Drinks While They Chatted, Sitting Down So They Wouldn’t Fall If One Was Upset Or Panicked. They Chatted About Christoff And How….Cold He Looked When He Walked Into Hofnarr’s Lab. Rox Was Scared By His Look, As It Was Her First Time Seeing Him Like That. Hofnarr Had Already Known This Look So He Was Pretty Used To It.

They Kept The Conversation Going By Talking About Other Stuff Like Work, Family Life, Dinners, And Especially That One Dinner Night. That Was The First Time Rox Had Seen Hofnarr Angry, And Not A Playful Or Slightly Irritated Angry. It Wasn’t His Fault They Were Banned From That Restaurant Though. The Boy Walked Up To Rox And Went “Tsk. You Wanna Be Trans? That’s Gross. You’re A Girl And You Will Always Be A Girl.” Hofnarr Was Just Defending His Daughter...By Attacking The Boy With A Chair.

They Were At The Lab For About An Hour To An Hour And A Half Just Chatting And Wandering Around. After A Bit, They Headed Outside And Met Up With Christoff Again.The Only Difference About Him Was That He Was Wearing The Key Fragment On His Head. Jeb Greeted The Two And Lead Them Back Inside The Lab. This Was Going To Be A Strange Experience For All Of Them.

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A Few More Long Years Later…

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Sanford And Deimos Turn The Corner, Shooting The Agents That Tried Approaching Them. The Two Headed Into The Room And Killed All The Agents In Sight. Then They Saw Her….Roxannie On The Floor Unconscious. They Both Inspected Her Body And Picked Her Up, Keeping Her With Them. They Finished With Their Mission And Brought Her Back To Base. The Brought Her To Hank And 2B Where They Inspected Her Body.

After She Woke Up, She Made A Request To The Doctor. She Wanted To Be A Man. The Doctor Hesitated Before Agreeing, Putting Her Under Anesthesia. He Waited A Few Minutes Before Finally Getting To Work. He Wrapped Him Up And Successfully Did Both Top And Bottom Surgery. Doc Finished With Replacing The Bandage On His Head, Cleaning The Wound Before Putting Anything On There.

After That, Doc Gave Rockwell Medicine To Help With The Pain. He Helped Rocky Walk And Get Used To Using The Bathroom. After That, Doc Gave Rockwell Some Clothes To Wear: A White Shirt With Ripped Sleeves, A Black Vest. A Belt To Go Over His Chest, Black Pants And Another Belt To Keep Them Up, Black Boots, Goggles With One Side Red And The Other Black And A Gas Mask. He Also Put His Hair Into A PonyTail.

Rockwell Put Everything On And Headed Outside, Ordered By Hank, To Fight The Clown. Rocky Took A Look At The Clown And…….Wait….That Lab Coat Looks So Familiar…..Was It..No It Couldn’t Be….HOFNARR?! But..He Looked Way Different Than Before.

Tricky: “WHO ARE YOU?! NEVERMIND THAT- CLOWN KILLS YOU!!”

Rockwell: “No Wait-!”

Tricky Whacked Rocky Pretty Hard In The Face, His Gas Mask Had To Be Removed. After Rockwell Removed His Goggles, Tricky Gasped And Dropped His Stop Sign..He Looked Like He Wanted To Cry.

Tricky: “Ro-Roxannie…?”

Rockwell, Holding His Jaw In Place: “It’th Rockwell Now, D-Dad.”

Tricky Immediately Hugged His Child, Healing His Jaw And Forming A Metal Plate Over The Injury. Rockwell Hugged Tricky Back, Both Squeezing The Shit Out Of Each Other. Tricky Kept His Son Close, Until They Heard Footsteps Approach From Behind Rockwell. It Was Jeb….Well...Christoff But He Didn’t Look That Different.

Jebus: “Tricky, What Are You Doing?! He’s On Hank’s Side!” *He Took Out His Binary Sword, And Swung It Up*

Tricky Backed Away And Ran To Jeb, Trying To Stop Him.

Tricky: “JEB NO HURT HIM!! GUY IS-”

It Was Too Late. Jeb Swung And Cut Rockwell Almost In Half.

Tricky: “Roxannie-”

Jeb Looked Frightened. Oh God, What Had He Done? He Removed His Sword And Watched Rockwell’s Limp Body Fall To The Ground. The Savior Broke Out In Tears. He Just Murdered His Own Child, Or He Thought He Did. He Was Relieved When He Heard Rockwell. He Was Still Alive! How? That Didn’t Matter, He Was Just Happy His Son Was Alive Still.

Jeb Rushed Over To Rockwell And Healed Him, Summoning Bandages And Wrapping Him Up. He Was Still Crying From What He Had Done. Tricky Joined Them Both, Starting A Group Hug With All Of Them As They Reunited. Sanford, Deimos, Hank And 2B Rushed Out As Tricky Helped Rockwell Up And Jeb Healed Him Again.

Sanford: “Oh Cool, So I Guess We Can Call A Truce.”

Deimos And 2B Agreed, Hank Didn’t. Wimbleton Didn’t Like The Idea Of Living With His Enemies, Especially If They Act Nice And Turn On Them In The End. Hank Disagreed And Left To Blow Off Some Steam, It Was Gonna Take A Long While To Convince Him. Sanford And Deimos Ended Up Adopting Rockwell While Tricky And Jeb Readopted Him. Rockwell Now Lives With The Crew, With Having 4 Parents Who Support And Care About Him, 2B Who Takes Care Of His Wounds And Trans Stuff, And Hank...

#madness combat #madness combat fanfic #madness combat oc #mc fanfic #mc oc #too lazy to tag the characters #Violence Blood Death And Gore #Attacking Detailed Gore Scenes Cursing Transphobia And Crying #Crying Injuries Very Sensitive Topics Angst Heavy Angst AndLong Story #angst #tw angst #long post #fanfic #my fanfic

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cracknoir · 3 years

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lyrics idk why

jimmy:

fry like bacon, hang like lace

Not showing any signs of life. Try to look alive when they’re dropping like flies.

There’s gonna be a lot of slow singing, flower bringing, if my burglar alarm starts ringing, what you think all the guns is for?

Sometimes it’s like someone took a knife baby, edgy and dull, cut a six inch valley through the middle of my soul. At night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet, freight train running in the middle of my head. You can’t cool my desires. (obvious piss boi reference)

Fuck you and the horse you rode in on. Down on my luck, but I never really had none.

zoe:

tell me it’s alright, to stay by your side when the devil’s on your mind.

As we danced, by the moonlight, can’t you see, you’re my delight.

I guess I want you more than I thought I did, now that I know part of you’s not part of this.

You drove me wild, drove me insane, drank the whole bottle and forgot my name.

Molly:

have you ever asked your bitch for other bitches?

I wish you could be with me right now. It’s so nice, it must be illegal, so take it easy, I’ll tell you why.

when we thought we might be losing our minds, we saw the signs

she thinks all her jokes are corny, convict movies make her horny, she likes ketchup on her scrambled eggs, swears like a sailor when she shaves her legs.

also this song is very molly but all the lyrics are about a bloke. please choose literally any of these lyrics, take those pronouns, switch ‘em about, you got a molly mood

jack:

Always in the bad books, it’s not how it looks

And then he handed me a bag of green, the biggest bag I've ever seen, and I rolled my first funky cigarette, and since that day I seldom have declined

i was a male stripper in a gogo bar

Headcanons

jimmy doesn’t watch a lot of movies. doesn’t tend to enjoy gunfire/loud noises while relaxing. He does watch a lot of TV tho, but none of it really sinks in.

jimmy can pilot small aircrafts. Nothing official and only what Isaac (his Colombian contact) taught him. He also has an official helicopters license though, and can also drive a speedboat. I know this feels like i’m just saying “MY OC can do EVERYTHING” but tbf i haven’t noted anywhere that he does any of these things well. In fact, his general driving is pretty terrible, he’s just one of those “sure i’ll give this a shot and pretend i’m an expert” kinda guys

Not really a headcanon but I’m working on a fic thing were jimmy gets hunted by a hippie in the woods.

Jack and Frankie argue a lot over absolutely fuck all. i used to write that jack and frankie were like BROTHERS IN ARMS and jack was basically frankies dosser, but now i think that WAS the relationship and now jack’s sort of seen through frankies bullshit

also again not really a headcanon but a lot of the time lately i’ve been writing threads were jimmy’s done something but i’m kinda vague about what he did, i’m usually imagining he’s killed someone in a really fuckin horrific way like with a chainsaw or his hands or something, this month i’ve been saying Give Jimmy A Firemans Axe but this sort of feeds into the headcanon that every so often jimmy does something and needs a couple days before he’s fighting fit again. usually

dmitri used to run a deli, the only reason he really ended up involved with the mob is because he spoke english

speaking of, jimmy beheaded dmitri’s brother. before this jimmy was just a lil problem that dmitri barely devoted any time to.

little jake ate too much mcdonalds and now doesn’t really enjoy mcdonalds.

also: little jake can’t cook but comes up with a lot of weird and tasty concoctions, like a burger with lil pizzas instead of a bun and stuff

it doesn’t look like molly has any knuckles on her left hand due to a break that didn’t heal properly.

this doesn’t happen often post Zoe’s death but jimmy used to take the whole gang on vacation regularly

jack has a flatmate who he’s never met and is just never there. every so often you can hear someone in the kitchen. money’s left on the table every month. the guy signs his cheques as “spider”. this seems like it should be in the meme headcanons of this post but no. i have decided this one is real.

meme headcanons that aren’t actually true bc logically they can’t be but still

jimmy’s ph level is the same as battery acid

rasputin has been to space, that’s why it’s empty.

animal control IS aware of jack so you can stop calling

jimmy vc: you can’t kill me i have plot armor

jack practices being a ghost

jimmy vs shark?

jimmy vs great white shark?

jimmy vs sharknado?

#do i have a headcanon tag yet??#this is entirely too long but whatever #and also a total mess

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💀, 💍, ☄️, 🍵, 🧠, 🕰, 👽 + olivia and rosalind!

my heart beats for u airika, you the real one!!!

there’s some uhh… dark shit underneath but it’s expected one of my ocs comes from a st*ph*n k*ng universe so………………….. i’m sorry.. if it’s a lot :|

OLIVIA

💀 Has your OC ever lost anyone to death? Multiple people? People close to them? How does the loss make them feel?

She lost her parents at the age of six; her dad left her mom for another woman after he revealed he didn’t want anything to do with either of them, he wasn’t ready to be a father. but then her mom invited him over, under the false pretense that she signed the divorce papers. she ended killing him then tried to kill olivia. thinking olivia was dead, she killed herself. olivia doesn’t remember her father all that much so she didn’t feel anything for him when she found out he was dead. after learning her own mom tried to kill her, it left her feeling off, like maybe she wasn’t wanted by anyone. she forgave her mother for it, but she doesn’t like to think about her. then after finally being adopted by her fifth family the Palmers, she felt content, like they were supposed to be her actual parents. After her foster father died, she fell into a depression but also clung to her foster mother more often. Then when she died, she felt empty and alone, but she learns to cope and move on.

💍 Does your OC have a specific item that is priceless to them but may (or may not) be completely worthless to someone else? Is there a story behind this item or is it just because they like it so much?

First off, she wasn’t involved in the ritual at the end, BUT she did have a token that the others found and felt that it was important to her, which was her walkman. It was something her foster mother gave to her and she used it a lot that most of her cassette tapes got ruined and she’d have to make more mixtapes that she’d ruin within a week. The walkman was used to drown out her thoughts when she wasn’t with the losers since they kept her mind distracted more often than not.

☄️ Does your OC believe in fate and destiny or do they think it’s a load of garbage? Would they ever get this fortune told? What would a fortune-teller tell them about their future?

No, she’s realistic (which, lmfao) but she does like to toy around with the idea sometimes. She doesn’t make fun of anyone who believes in it wholeheartedly, but it’s not for her. If she did get her fortune read, she’d be like “Uh-huh, okay,” and be dismissive.

🍵 Are there any rumours about your OC hanging around? Nasty ones or just good humoured? Got any gossip to share about them?

Not really a rumor – or it was for about a week – that Olivia was Richie’s long lost sibling. Everyone in the group joked that they both looked like twins, down to them having black hair, blue eyes, pale as shit, even down to having freckles across their noses. Everyone believed them. Then word got out that Olivia came from a foster family and got made fun for it, getting comments like “Your parents didn’t even want you” type of stuff that Olivia had already learned to deflect and ignore.

🧠 Talk about your OCs mental health! Do they have any specific triggers or ways to practice self care? What are some things that are more difficult for them to do because of their mental health?

Olivia has depression which took her a while to realize and it takes Bev (for the most part) to be the one to pull her out of it. It can be crippling at times, to the point where she can’t bring herself to pick up the phone when she’s being called or answer the door. It was difficult in the beginning to open up about it, like she was ashamed about it until she finally goes to therapy and learns to not let her depression run her life.

🕰️ Has there been an event that happened in your OCs past that affects their future or one that they think about still? Is this a bad event or a good one? What are a few of their childhood memories they can recall?

The event with her mother certainly affected her outlook on certain aspects of her life and it’s something Pennywise uses against her, feeding on that trauma she experienced. When she moves out of Derry, she has vague memories/dreams about the whole experience, but she knows there’s something there that tugs at the back of her mind, stopping itself before she uncovers it, either because she can’t or won’t.

👽 Describe your OC as if they were an urban legend or myth!

ROSALIND

💀 Has your OC ever lost anyone to death? Multiple people? People close to them? How does the loss make them feel?

She has lost a lot of people. First her sister, who ran away, then her parents got murdered. Then after joining Dutch’s gang and we all know how that turns out. But it was Hosea’s death that impacted her the most, mostly due to the fact that he was her father figure that she came to rely on after losing her own father. It made her act irrational, leaving the gang for a short while to hunt down Agent Milton, but ultimately failed, getting captured in the process.

There’s plenty! From a blue bandana mask that Arthur gifted her, to a journal Hosea gave her, then a flower that John handed to her once that she’s kept pressed in that journal.

☄️ Does your OC believe in fate and destiny or do they think it’s a load of garbage? Would they ever get this fortune told? What would a fortune-teller tell them about their future?

She’s not very big on all of that, she’s more like “you make your own destiny” type of person. But she does like having her fortune told, just for curiosity’s sake. One fortune I thought of, would tell her about her fate with John, warning her about him taking revenge on someone that’ll change their future.

🍵 Are there any rumours about your OC hanging around? Nasty ones or just good humoured? Got any gossip to share about them?

It’s mostly rumors about her causing havoc in Strawberry, Valentine, and even Saint Denis when she’s out traveling and getting into trouble. Rosalind has a hard time keeping a low profile. The gossip that’s around the camp is the thing between her and John which both vehemently deny, but Hosea and Arthur have caught both of them sneaking into the other’s camp. They never say a thing.

🧠 Talk about your OCs mental health! Do they have any specific triggers or ways to practice self care? What are some things that are more difficult for them to do because of their mental health?

When she’s feeling upset, she tends to go out alone, to go out riding. Rosalind doesn’t like for others to worry about her, instead she’ll deflect about her problems and wave them off like they’re no big deal. It tends to build up until she explodes on someone, mainly John, but they work through it as John gets her to open up.

Her sister running away left a bad taste in her mouth, growing up. Rosalind resented her for the longest time for how it affected her family. Then there was Hosea dying, which again, made her brain shut down. She wasn’t there when Arthur died, but she didn’t feel sad, more relieved than anything because at she knew he was at peace and she thought he deserved that more than anyone.

👽 Describe your OC as if they were an urban legend or myth!

No one expects her coming. One move and you were dead. Luckily for you, she only hunted down the bad ones. No one ever dared speak her name.

#chuckhansen #suicide mention cw #tw suicide mention #oc: olivia #oc: rosalind #oc talk #asks #long post #in case the read more doesn't work

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jksmoongf · 5 years

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Kissing Fire [pt. 4]

Pairing: Jungkook x reader x girlfriend (oc) Genre: cheater!AU, angst, smut (maybe a tiny bit of fluff) Wordcount: 7.6k Warning: smut, lies, heartbreak and more lies (it’s gonna be one angsty mess) Summary: It always feels like there is only one person in the world to love. And then you find somebody else.

a/n: I don’t condone cheating on your s.o., so please don’t read if you have a problem with this! (also I’m not saying this is something Jungkook would actually do!) *a/n: this chapter is so messy, sorry and long (bc @jaxonah kept throwing ideas my way that I couldn’t pass up on! ILY SAMMY💋) and thank you @cutesycoupsy for proofreading and moral support! ILY 💕 Warning Chap. 4: smut (mentions..kinda??), more jealous!jk, lots of crying & angst, (maybe a different kind of cheating if you squint lol)

She was lying on her back staring at the ceiling, tightly clutching her phone over her chest to stop her hands from shaking. She had yet to reply to Ha-na’s text; still repeating it in her head over and over, analyzing those four words until they had lost all meaning. ‘I know your secret.’

Jungkook rolled over on his side, propping himself up on his elbow. “Maybe she’s talking about something else?” “And what could that be, Jungkook?” She hissed and crooked an eyebrow at him. “You know damn well that she is talking about you and me!” “Y/n, she can’t possibly know about us. No one knows.”

“Maybe she saw us.” She trailed off, trying to remember every little detail about the little time they had spent together the past couple of days. She knew that every time she even dared to let her gaze linger on him for too long, it was a risk she took of getting caught. “We are so screwed.” She whined and hid her face in her hands. “Maybe you should wait with going into full-on panic mode until we know for sure…”

“Are you serious? You are my only secret! How can you be so calm?” He shrugged and let himself fall back into the soft pillows. “I just think it’d be much better if we tried to get some sleep and see what she has to say before we freak out.”

She looked at him, his eyes were closed as he let out a sigh through his slightly parted lips. It wasn’t the right time to admire his features but she couldn’t help herself; he was everything she ever wanted. From his big brown eyes to his cute nose and those lips that felt so right against hers.

“Are you not worried that she will tell Yina what we’re doing?” Her words struck a nerve and he sat up almost immediately; his doe eyes wide open in shock. He had almost forgotten about her; their little bubble momentarily erasing the reality from his memory. “Shit, you’re right.” Jungkook got up, pacing up and down in front of the bed. “If Ha-na tells her it will be worse than me telling her or breaking up with her first.” Hastily he pulled the duvet from the bed, recklessly throwing the pillows on the floor looking for his phone. “What are you doing?” “I just wanna see if she told Yina…” He reached for his phone on the mattress and pressed the home button but there was no text from her. “Thank goodness, I don’t think Ha-na has told her yet.” He sat down, one leg dangling off the bed.

“Do you think she will tell Tae?” Jungkook tilted his head a little, chewing on his bottom lip. His hand automatically wandering to his cheek to pick at the peach fuzz. “I think so, they tell each other everything and if Tae knows he will probably tell Jimin…” He looked at her, her eyes looked unusually wet as if she was about to cry. “If she tells Taehyung he will be so mad at me.” She sniffled and rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand. Knowing her best friend, it was not even a matter of guessing how he would react if he were to find out about her and Jungkook. Taehyung would be disappointed; never able to look at her in the same way again. “No, he won’t, he loves you! But he will be mad at me and very disappointed and I think the others will be as well.” Lowering his gaze, he let his hand slowly wander over the mattress to place it on hers. It was a pathetic attempt at comforting her but he knew that she would burst into tears if he hugged her now and he couldn’t stand to see her cry.

“I still don’t get how she found out! We have been so careful to not get caught.” That was a lie and they both knew it. There had been moments where they had found themselves lulled into a false sense of security. Sneaking off to seemingly empty corridors or an empty dance studio just to hold hands and make out. “We’re so stupid, we should have been extra careful.” “We were, baby.” He tried to reassure her. He looked down on their hands, both wearing the black leather bracelets with the coordinates from their first ‘official date’. “No, we weren’t. We thought we were but somehow we messed this all up and I’ll never be allowed to see you again.”

“Hey…” He crawled over to her, wrapping his arms around her waist. “No one is going to stop me from being with you, okay? Not even the other members and even if I have to wrestle against all of them, which I will do because I love you and you know I’d win.” He pressed a chaste kiss on her shoulder, the corners of his mouth pulling up into a smile when he heard her chuckle. “You’re so silly.” She ruffled his hair, making it look messier than it already did. “I doubt you could win against Namjoon or Jin.” “I’ll wrestle Yoongi hyung first and go from there.”

She rolled her eyes, leaning back against his chest. “I hate this…” “What do you mean?” He asked, the warmth of her body against his made him feel drowsy again; needing to rest his cheek against her shoulder blade for support. “Just that…the one night we can spend together something like this has to happen. I just wanted to be with you and not have to worry about our future together.” “It’s going to be okay.” He nestled his face into the soft curve of her nape. “What are you going to reply?” “I should just act coy and pretend as if I don’t know what she’s talking about, right?” Jungkook nodded. “Mhmm, don’t beg for forgiveness right away. You can still do that when the time comes.” He closed his eyes and listened to her fingers tapping on the screen of her phone. “Now we wait.” She sighed. “She better not be torturing us on purpose.” “Sounds like something Ha-na would do.” He mumbled, pulling her with him so he could lie down. His arms were tightly wrapped around her, their fingers intertwined before he felt himself drifting off to sleep, not knowing that she wasn’t going to find sleep any time soon.

“So Hyungsik does like y/n?” Ha-na asked as she walked out of her bathroom while letting her hair down after washing her face. Taehyung, already in his pajamas, was sitting on her bed applying his moisturizer thoroughly. “Yeah, he said it was cute and very charming how shy she was and he said that if she felt the same he would like to see her again.” With a big grin on her face, she gestured her boyfriend to scoot over so she could get in bed. “That’s great news but what about y/n? Did she say something?” “When we were in the kitchen she said, she just needed time to warm up to him because he’s famous and it made her feel a little awkward.” He plugged his phone in and pulled the duvet up to his chin. “I know she thinks he is handsome, she has mentioned it before.” “I kind of thought she wasn’t into him but that explains a lot. Do you know what that means, baby?” Tae shook his head, eyeing his girlfriend with a curious look on his face. “We can set up a second date. Maybe it’ll be easier for her to loosen up if they are alone.” “Will you survive not seeing their cute interactions though?” He laughed, gently nudging her. “If you make either one of them tell you everything that happened in great detail then yes, I’ll be fine.” She snuggled into his arm while Tae was flipping through the channels on the tv. “Do you think they’ll fall in love?” She mumbled, feeling her eyelids getting heavy. “It would be amazing; I’d love to see them both happy.” “Awwwh you’re the sweetest.” She pressed a quick kiss on his cheek before grabbing her phone to text y/n when her boyfriend made a disgruntled noise. “There’s absolutely nothing on the tv tonight.” He sighed. “Really? I can think of something interesting.” “You mean Netflix?” He pressed the menu button on the remote. “Even better.” She giggled and started peppering kisses along his jawline, while her hand started unbuttoning his shirt. Taehyung contently hummed as her fingers softly drew little circles on his chest.

Jungkook woke up from the beeping sound of a phone close to his ear but it wasn’t his text tone. With gentle force, he pried the phone from her hands while she was still asleep. A soft smile spread on his face as he looked at her; messy hair and her mouth slightly agape. Carefully he pushed a strand of hair from her face; counting his blessings. This was a sight he could get used to, wishing that one day he would wake up next to her every day. The display lit up again; it was past 10 am and there finally was a text from Ha-na.

“Baby, hey…” He mumbled, his fingers gently caressing her cheek. Lazily her eyes fluttered open. “Good morning, sleepyhead.” She was just too cute, eliciting a giggle from him.

She hummed and pulled his face closer to hers, pressing her lips onto his for a brief second. “When did you fall asleep?” He questioned, worry laced in his voice. She looked exhausted, barely able to keep her eyes open. “It was around 8 last time I checked my ph-…” She sat up, digging through the pillows to find her phone until she realized that Jungkook was holding it. “Did she reply?” She asked, not giving him time to answer before snatching it from his hands. [Ha-na - 10:07am] Sorry I fell asleep 😅

[Ha-na - 10:08am] You’re in love with your hubby Hyungsik 😌🤭

“Is she for real?” She cried out in disbelief and threw her phone on the bed. Jungkook, who had been reading the texts over her shoulder, had a triumphant grin on his face. “What’s with that face?” “Oh nothing, I’d just like to point out that I was right and we had nothing to worry about.” “Wipe that smug grin off your face.” Playfully she hit his shoulder. “Now that everything’s okay…” He pushed her down into the pillows, planting kisses on her neck, his hand wandering up and down her thigh, feeling the traces of goosebumps it left behind on her skin. “We can do something a little more fun.” Slowly his fingertips brushed over the lace fabric of her panties “Hold on…” There was a new text and his eyes widened when he saw what it said.

[Ha-na - 10:32am] So, Hyungsik wants to go on a second date tomorrow. Tae told me you have the day off, so we said yes for you. I’ll give you the details later. Love you ❣️❣️❣️

“Absolutely not! No!” Jungkook sat up groaning dramatically, taking the phone from her. “You’re not going on another date. You have to tell her that you’re not interested.” She lowered her gaze. “I know, but I don’t want to disappoint Tae. I think, he would really like it if I went.” “Seriously? But I don’t want you to go. Just tell them you don’t like that guy. They’ll have to accept it.”

Nervously she was kneading the duvet cover between her fingers. Jungkook was right, she wasn’t into Hyungsik but it wasn’t easy to explain why she felt the need to go on said date. Maybe it was just to soothe her guilty conscience for falling in love with Jungkook. On some level it was easier for him, he didn’t have to pretend to be single. Yes, he had to lie to be alone with her but no one was trying to set him up with someone else.

“Oh, so you do like him?” His hand was shaking when he pushed his hair from his forehead. “No, I don’t… not like that at least.” She sat up on her knees, looking in her lover’s eyes. “I love you, you know that.” Loosely she wrapped her arms around his neck, wanting to kiss him but he pulled away, trying hard to keep some distance between them. He knew he would give in if she got too close to him, the slope of her breasts already posing as a threat. “Then don’t go on that date.” “I think, I’ll have to but I’ll make sure, he doesn’t want to see me again.” Jungkook scrunched up his nose in contempt. He didn’t like this compromise one bit, it was already making him feel nauseous to know that she was going on a second date. What if Hyungsik really fell for her, just like it had happened to him and then he would have to compete against him. “Fine, whatever.” He muttered, puffing up his cheeks. *

Nervously Jungkook was pacing around his room; no editing, practicing piano or even video games could distract him from the fear that was gnawing at his heart and soul.

It had almost been an hour since he had last heard from y/n while she was waiting for Hyungsik to pick her up from her brother’s apartment where she was staying until she got her own place. And although she had promised to text him as much as she could to keep him in the loop, she didn’t. She was probably busy eating all the food at some expensive restaurant to make sure she at least got something out of the date. Or worse she was actually enjoying her time with him.

Jungkook’s blood started to boil when he pictured her acting cute and laughing at his lame jokes. He couldn’t stand the thought of that guy stealing his girl, yet he was confined to the apartment and had to endure this suffering until she got home. He had made a pact with himself to not act on an impulse, but the wish grew stronger to go after her and to make sure she wasn’t falling out of love with him. It was confusing to him why he felt jealousy taking over him when it came to her; with Yina, it had never been like that even when he knew she was out with coworkers for a drink.

Casually he walked into the kitchen, where Ha-na was preparing some snacks. “Hey, Kook.” She said while putting the fruits she had washed on a kitchen towel before placing some chocolate in a small bowl on a plate. “So I have a question, where exactly is that date?” He asked, leaning against the kitchen counter, picking up a grape to plop it into his mouth. “They’re at dinner. Don’t bother them.” She said, shooting him a stern look while arranging grapes and cut up peaches on the plate. “Oh, so I’m not allowed to ask?” He raised his eyebrows, fully aware that his plan to be as casual as possible about his idea just failed. “Honestly, I don’t know why you even care?” “I don’t care…” He shrugged. “But I wanted to take Yina out on a date soon and I’m in need of a nice restaurant, you know? I mean, if it is good enough for Hyungsik then it is good enough for me.” Judging by the look on her face he knew that she wasn’t fully convinced and something was telling him that it seemed a little off for him inquiring about the date but he was also confident that she did not know about him and y/n so he had to keep trying. “Oh come on, it’s just a simple question.” Ha-na turned to look him in the eyes, he tried to remain the innocent look on his face but her voice was cold and firm when she addressed the topic again. “Let them be, Kookie! Don’t bother them!” She left him standing there as she walked out of the kitchen. He puckered up his lips and let out a frustrated grunt. He only had one other option left and he knew that Taehyung would break as soon as he pouted.

“Hyuuuuung.” Jungkook whined as he opened the door to find Tae in front of his computer. Immediately his older brother put his headset down. “What’s wrong?” “Ha-na won’t tell me where Hyungsik has taken y/n…” Taehyung let out a low chuckle, got up from his chair and ruffled the younger boys’ hair. “He took her to Yang Good in Gangnam, if I remember correctly. Why?” “I just wanted to know because I need a place for a date but your girlfriend wouldn’t have it.” He pushed out his bottom lip even more and he could see him practically melt; being the youngest definitely had its perks - all of his hyungs would drop everything for him if he just asked. “You’re so cute.” “And you’re the best.” He shot him a satisfied grin. “You’re the only one I can always count on.” Jungkook would have gagged from buttering up Taehyung so much if he wasn’t in desperate need of some information and Tae was his only source. “What date?” “I wanted to take Yina out but Ha-na thought I was going to bother y/n and Prince Charming.” “Oh, don’t listen to her, she just really wants them to be together.” “And you don’t?” Jungkook was now awfully intrigued. If Tae didn’t approve of them, all he would have to do was let y/n know and Hyungsik would be out of the picture. “I mean, it would be nice if y/n had a boyfriend. She hasn’t dated in a while and I just want to see her happy, you know? And maybe Hyungsik can make her happy; she really deserves a boyfriend who is good to her.”

The urge to tell his older brother that he was the one making his best friend happy already started to flare up in his stomach. Jungkook just wanted to tell somebody about his feelings for her and how much he adored her but then he reminded himself that Taehyung wouldn’t approve of them being together either. Surely, y/n would doubt their relationship if Tae was against it. “Hm, yeah.” His answer was quite lame but it was a safe one, making sure he didn’t spill his heart out. “Anyway, thanks for telling me, hyung! I think I’m gonna hit the gym now.” He patted Tae’s shoulder and turned to leave. He had to get to Gangnam sooner rather than later before the two of them left the restaurant and it would be much harder to find them wandering the streets.

“Didn’t you go this morning?” But before Jungkook could answer, Jimin called his name. “Jungkook-ah, you have a visitor.” When he walked down the hall, he could already smell the all too familiar sweet scent of Yina’s perfume. Once upon a time, not too long ago he used to love how she always smelled like a candy store, now it just made him feel sick to his stomach. “Kookie.” Yina squealed and hugged him over excitedly. “I missed you.” “Yeah, me too.” Over her shoulder, he made eye contact with Jimin whose brows were furrowed but his lips curled up in amusement. Jungkook shrugged and detangled her arms from around his neck. “What are you doing here?” “I just wanted to see you.” His eyes wandered over her body and he could tell that she had spent extra time on her appearance. While they were walking to his room, she kept babbling on about something that happened at her work today but he wasn’t listening. A feeling of aggravation mixed with frustration was consuming him; he really hated how she got into the habit of just showing up unannounced these days and yet again ruining everything he had planned; pushing aside the fact that it might be for the best if he didn’t spy on y/n. *

“We can split the bill. You don’t have to pay for me.” She said, trying to fish the small white paper from Hyungsik’s hands. “This is a date and I’m a gentleman.” He handed the waitress his credit card and when he turned his attention back to her, he flashed her one of his signature smiles that made everyone and their mother weak in the knees. “Fine, but dessert is my treat.” “We’ll see about that. Maybe I’m just faster than you at handing people my card.” She put her hands on her hips and puffed up her cheeks. “I’ll find a way even if I stuff the money in your pocket when you aren’t looking.” “I’d like to see you try.” He winked at her with a cheeky grin before thanking the waitress as she handed him his card back.

Arms linked they were walking around Gangnam, talking about everything and nothing; both eating the ice cream that she paid for. The big city truly looked different at night or maybe she could just accredit it to the company. She caught herself looking up at his side profile a lot when he was talking, wondering if this was what relationships and dates should be like. Not hiding away in rooms with locked doors so no one would find out. She loved Jungkook so much it hurt sometimes but a part of her was enjoying being out with Hyungsik, openly walking around without a care of who they might run into. He was very sweet and if it wasn’t for the boy that had already won her heart, she would have fallen for him instantly.

He was very funny, smart and unbelievably kind; it wasn’t that Jungkook wasn’t those things but this was different. Whenever she was talking, Hyungsik looked at her with this unidentifiable look in his eyes and even though it made her want to break eye contact with him, she couldn’t. He was very intriguing and willing to let her be part of his world, but she already had a home in Jungkook’s and that was where she belonged. How on earth was she going to make him realize that she wasn’t the right girl for him when he had been nothing but nice to her? It felt wrong to make up a lie and there was no way she could turn this evening into a disaster.

Although, it was a casual Wednesday night people were out enjoying drinks at the end of a long workday. The two of them were sitting on a bench, just watching people pass by. “I really had fun tonight.” He said making her turn her head so she could look at him, admiring the perfect slope of his nose and how his lips curled into a smile. “To be honest after the other night, I wasn’t sure if you liked me at all.” But she stopped him with a wave of her hand. “No, no it’s not that. I’m always a little shy when I first meet someone and it didn’t help that I had only seen you on tv before.” He laughed and gently patted her head. “You’re so cute that’s what I liked about you. You know, you were a little awkward but in a really endearing way.” “Are you trying to compliment me?” “Yeah, I was just trying my hardest to not state the obvious things.” “Like? Now, I’m curious.” “Hmmm like that you have a really cute laugh…” Hyungsik paused, turning his body so he was facing her; his shoulders looked so broad in his winter coat and his eyes had that gaze in them that made her heart beat faster. “You can hold conversations really well and your eyes do this weird sparkly thing when you talk about something you love and your lips…” His voice got quieter with every word, the last being nothing more than a whisper. He leaned in, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from her face as her eyes fluttered shut when his soft lips met hers.

For a second, she let herself fall into the trap of his sweet lips before Jungkook’s face appeared in her mind’s eye. Abruptly pulling away from him, she could feel her eyes starting to tear up. “I’m sorry, I can’t.” She whispered, covering her mouth with her hands. “Don’t be, I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable.” Hyungsik bowed his head a little; regretting that he had made a move too quickly. “No, no! You did nothing wrong. I-I just can’t…I-I have…” Her lips were trembling; she had done exactly what she promised herself wouldn’t happen and if Jungkook found out he would be so upset that she went behind his back while he was worried sick at home. “Is there someone else?”

Her eyes shot up to look at the man in front of her; a guilty look on his face. She didn’t want him to feel bad, he didn’t know. Slowly she nodded her head. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have agreed to the second date…” “Why did you?” “Because no one knows about the guy I’m seeing. We’re keeping it a secret for now and I didn’t want to disappoint Taehyung because he seemed so excited. I feel really bad for leading you on and I’m just so sorry.” “Don’t worry about me, I can handle getting rejected by a cute girl.” He seemed to choose his next words very carefully. “I could feel that your heart wasn’t in the right place.” Neither of them said another word until Hyungsik cleared his throat. “Do you want me to give you a ride home?” “Can you drop me off at Tae’s? I need to talk to him.” “Of course.” He patted his knees and got up. “Well then, let’s go.” He held his hand out for her to grab and pulled her up to her feet.

On the car ride back to the dorms, she kept her head low while the radio played the new catchy pop songs that had just been released. The feeling of guilt was making her stomach churn, the last thing she wanted to do was hurt Jungkook but she wouldn’t be able to live with herself if she didn’t tell him that she kissed Hyungsik. It would cause so much drama if he found out later down the road. Hyungsik stopped the car and turned the engine off. “What are we going to tell Taehyung?” “I think that we just don’t have anything in common and that there’s no chemistry?” The words rolled off her tongue easily because it was the complete opposite of what she had with Jungkook - it was like he was her missing puzzle piece. “Yeah, that’s good. Tae and Ha-na will have to accept that.” She fiddled with the strap of her purse, wrapping it around her fingers before letting it fall in her lap. “Thank you, I did have a good time…” “Me too, maybe we could go out again as friends?” He offered with a smile, trying to ease the pained expression on her face. “I’d like that.” She leaned over the middle console and kissed his cheek, only to see him smile and his cheeks were tinted with a rosy hue when she pulled back. “I really hope the man you’re with deserves you.” “Thank you.” She smiled, as she got out of the car. Jungkook absolutely deserved her, that was the only thing she was sure of.

She quickly made her way up to the apartment; and although she had to tell him about the kiss, she felt relieved that she would finally be able to hold his hand and just be with him tonight, desperately needing the safety of his embrace. In the entrance, she quickly took her shoes and coat off and walked to his room. No one was in the living room; the only sign of life in the apartment came from Jimin and Hobi’s room who were listening to music and laughing loudly.

Without knocking she opened the door to Jungkook’s room, only to stop in her tracks when she saw him lying on the bed, Yina on top of him bouncing up and down in a steady rhythm. His hands were tightly gripping her hips, guiding her. With his eyes shut tightly, as the all too familiar whiny moans fell from his mouth. Yina had thrown her head back while resting her hands on his chest for support.

The sinking feeling in her stomach made her want to throw up; she never wanted to see this. It was like her worst nightmare came to life right in front of her. It was like witnessing a gruesome car accident that she didn’t want to see but nonetheless, she couldn’t peel her eyes off.

“Y/n? WHAT THE HELL? GET OUT.” Yina yelled, stopping her movements only to pull the duvet in front of her for protection. “I-I-I’m sorry.” She stammered, as her eyes rested on Jungkook unable to look away; the expression of absolute bliss had been replaced by panic and shock. “I said, GET OUT. Oh my god.” She wanted to turn around and leave but her legs weren’t moving. He had promised her that she would never have to see this or any kind of skin-ship. What made it worse and almost broke her heart into a million pieces was that he seemed to enjoy her riding him. A pillow crashed against the wall, only missing her head by an inch, snapping her back into reality.

She pulled the door shut behind her and waves of hurt came crashing down, threatening to drown her. Without thinking she ran to Taehyung’s room. She stood in the doorway, her hand shaking as she held on to the door-handle, fearing she’d break down if she let go.

“What happened?” Taehyung quickly jumped to his feet, rushing over to his best friend. Hands resting on her shoulders, he just looked at her. “Is everything okay?” She just shook her head, trying her hardest to hold it together but when his strong arms pulled her into a hug, she burst into tears. “Was it a bad date? Did something happen? Y/n! Talk to me!” She held onto his shirt tightly, muffling the sobs as she could feel her heart breaking in two. Somehow Taehyung managed to maneuver both of them to his bed; wishing she would just tell him what happened that made her cry. “Did the date not go well? Hey, tell me what happened please.” His hands were rubbing reassuring circles on her back, but she refused to say anything. He wasn’t good at comforting people when they were crying, usually, he was at the receiving end and others were holding him.

As he looked up, he saw Ha-na standing in the door. “What’s going on?” She mouthed but he shrugged, feeling her fingers dig even deeper into his silky pajama shirt when she let out a choked sob that he felt in his bones. Ha-na slowly walked backward and closed the door. “Did Hyungsik say something to you or hurt you?” She shook her head. “Then what happened? You have to talk to me please.”

It wasn’t like she didn’t want to tell Taehyung why it felt like her heart had been ripped out of her chest but she couldn’t. Every time she tried opening her mouth, all she could do was sob even harder than before; choking on the words that were getting caught in her throat.

Tae reached for his phone on the nightstand, if she wasn’t going to give him any answers then he had to find out for himself. It hurt to see her like this and he was clueless about how he could possibly ease her pain.

[TaeTae - 9:32pm] Hyung I was wondering if something happened with you and y/n? She’s really upset

[Hyungsik - 9:34pm] No, nothing happened. She was fine when I dropped her off. But Tae, she told me she is seeing someone else. Maybe it has to do with that guy.

Tae’s phone slid from his hand onto the mattress not able to grasp what he had just read. She had a boyfriend and didn’t tell him - her best friend since kindergarten. He felt tears prodding at the corners of his eyes; did she not trust him enough to confide in him? Was he a terrible best friend for not noticing that she was in love? Softly he rested his chin on her head, deciding that once she had calmed down he needed to talk to her about this, to make sure she knew he cared about her.

What did that guy do to her that caused her to break down like this? He had never seen her so vulnerable and so hurt; she was always so strong - or was that just how he always thought of her? She was quick-witted, good at thinking on her feet; she had a big heart but wouldn’t let anyone boss her around. When other kids had been mean to him, she always stood up for him, taking his side. In elementary school, she even hit that boy who had made fun of his odd haircut after his grandma had to cut chunks out of it to get the gum out he had stuck in it. Maybe he had put her on this high pedestal ever since they were kids; like she was this untouchable force of nature that nobody could hurt or mess with but as he was holding her, an odd sense of sadness spread in his chest. Did she not trust him enough to show him how she felt? Did he ever really knew how she was feeling on the inside when she only shared good things that happened to him? Only once he had seen her cry before when they were older; it had been the night before he left to go become a trainee in Seoul, asking him to not forget about his silly best friend back home when he was famous but even then she had smiled through the tears.

Taehyung knew that she must really be in love with that guy if he held so much power over her that she completely broke down in tears in front of him. He tightened his embrace around her; wanting to make sure she knew that he wasn’t going anywhere; that he was still here for her no matter what even if she couldn’t tell him the truth.

Ha-na walked into the living room, where she found Hoseok and Jimin sitting on opposite ends of the sofa watching tv. “Weren’t you going to bed? You said goodnight like 30 minutes ago.” The younger one said looking at the clock on the wall. “I was but y/n got back from her date and now Tae is with her because she’s crying.” She explained and plopped down on the couch in between them. Hoseok sat up immediately. “She’s crying?” “Yeah, like full-on sobbing.” She shrugged. “Was the date that bad? Maybe he didn’t treat her well?” “Uhm Hobi, do I have to remind you that Hyungsik is literally perfect? I doubt that he had anything to do with it, he would never ever treat her badly. But I really would like to know what happened…” She trailed off, her index finger tapping on her chin. “And she came back here right after the date?” “I think so, he picked her up at around 7, so I don’t think she went anywhere else.” “It must be really bad if she’s so upset. Poor y/n.” Ha-na nodded, trying to think of something that could have caused this breakdown but she came up short. She was 100 percent sure that it wasn’t Hyungsik’s fault; so who hurt her?

The door to Jungkook’s room opened and Yina walked out followed by him. “Tell her to knock in the future! It was so embarrassing how she was just standing there staring at me.” “And what happened with you two? It’s really like a tv drama tonight.” Jimin pulled himself up into a sitting position to make more room for the others. “Y/n walked in on us while we were…” Yina’s cheeks flushed as she made a strange gesture with her hand. “I walked in on you too once…” Hoseok turned to Ha-na. “Maybe that’s why she’s crying? I wanted to cry when I saw them doing the nasty. Truly a horrible sight.” “Ha-ha very funny, Hoseok.” Yina shot him a glare that could kill. “Y/n is crying? But she wasn’t crying when she walked in on us. Is she okay?” Jungkook sounded worried, nervously picking at his cheek. “She wasn’t crying? Interesting, so maybe…” Ha-na’s detective senses were tingling but he interrupted her again. “Where is she? Did she leave?” “She’s with Tae, he’s trying to calm her down.” She could tell by the look on his face that he was torn between something, she just couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was. Ever since she had noticed that they had been awfully close the past weeks, she started picking up on the little things, like them looking at each other for too long or how they’d often disappear for a while but that couldn’t possibly be it. “Maybe she got bad news from home?” Hoseok suggested, but she knew that this wasn’t it either. She would have told Taehyung if something had happened in her family; after all, they were kind of like his family too. *

She was lying on Tae’s bed, legs pulled up against her chest, emptily staring at the white pillow. The tears had stopped spilling a while ago but her heart still felt like it was being squeezed too tight. Every once in awhile a solitary tear ran down her cheek, staining the pillow. Tae was lying across from her, his hand above her head gently playing with her hair. “Can you please tell me what’s wrong? I’ve never seen you like that.” His voice was soft, laced with worry and hurt.

She was so tired; her head felt like it was about to explode from crying but she couldn’t lie to her best friend anymore. It was exhausting to make up stories so she decided to stay silent; not saying anything was better than having to lie again and again. “I know it was nothing that Hyungsik did but he told me you said you were seeing someone, is that true? Did that guy hurt your feelings?” Her lips began to tremble again; the pictures of Jungkook and Yina playing in her mind over and over again like a broken record that wouldn’t stop torturing her. “Hey, no please don’t cry.” Tae scooted over and wrapped his arm around her. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. Ssshhh, everything’s okay.”

Nothing seemed okay anymore, her world was crumbling right in front of her eyes. What they had been doing wasn’t right but seeing him with her was like someone knocked the air out of her lungs. It was a cruel trick from the universe; making her experience the same heartbreak Yina would have to endure eventually. It was possible that she had brought this on herself; it was karma giving her a rude awakening. She had no right to cry when she was sleeping with someone else’s boyfriend but nevertheless, it hurt to see him balls deep inside another girl; seeing his face contorted in utter bliss like she thought only she had the privilege of witnessing.

They stayed like this for a while; the clean scent of his lotion calming her down mixed with his soothing strokes down her back. Her eyes felt heavy; she didn’t want to think anymore but every time she closed her eyes she saw Jungkook and it left behind a stinging feeling in her heart. “Don’t you want to check your phone?” Tae whispered after they both had been ignoring the repeated buzzing in her pocket. With a shaking hand she pulled it out; three missed calls from Jungkook and a text.

[Kookie - 10:49pm] Meet me outside by the trees. Please.

She sat up, reading his text over and over. There was nothing he could say or do that would make this okay or hurt any less but a small part of her wanted to see him. “Who is it?” “My brother. He wants me to come home.” Another white lie wouldn’t hurt her best friend when she was already lying about everything else. “I’ll call you a taxi or I’ll ask Jin hyung to drive you.” “No, it’s okay.” She got up, straightening out her clothes. “Thank you for everything.” “That’s what friends are for, right?” He followed her to the door, where she put on her shoes and coat. “I guess.” Trying her best to smile; not wanting him to worry about her any more than he already did.

Jungkook was nervously hopping from one foot to the other. The cold air was slowly seeping through his hoodie, making him shiver. Luckily Yina couldn’t stay and right after she had gotten into a taxi; he had to try fixing things with y/n. She wouldn’t answer his calls, nor did she respond to his text. For how long was he supposed to wait if she showed up? If he was honest he would wait for hours in the cold if that meant he could talk to her. He stood hidden underneath a few trees off to the side of their building in the gated community. “Please come.” He desperately pleaded, looking at his message on the screen.

The sound of heels on the pavement made him look up, and there she was; arms tightly wrapped around her waist. “Hey.” It felt like his throat was closing up as she stood in front of him. Her eyes were swollen from crying and her breaths were shaky and shallow. The darkness made it hard for him to see her face clearly but the little sniffles gave her away, she was crying again. Jungkook wanted to punch himself for making her even shed one tear because of him. Earlier when he had heard that she was crying he had felt terrible but now that he was experiencing it in person, it was way worse than he had imagined it would be. He wanted so badly to wrap his arms around her and just hold her until she stopped crying.

“I’m so sorry you had to see it.” He closed the distance between them but as soon as he got closer she took a step back. “I never wanted you to see it. She just came over and I felt like I owed it to her since I’ve been so cold with her. I’m so sorry baby, I really am but you know I still have to do things with her…but that doesn’t mean I don’t love you.” He reached out, wanting to wipe the tears from her face but she pushed his hand away. “Please don’t touch me.” She croaked in between sobs. “I can’t even look at you right now.” “Don’t say that.” Feeling the tears well up in his eyes; he quickly blinked them away - he wasn’t allowed to cry, not when he was the one responsible for her tears. “Did you do it because I went out with Hyungsik again?” “No, of course not. Please, I told you I had no choice.” He took a deep breath, hoping his body would relax under the pressure that was weighing on his mind. “I was keeping my eyes closed the whole time thinking of you…I don’t think I would’ve been able to get it up if I didn’t think of you. ” She looked at him, searching for any indication that he was lying in his eyes but he was telling the truth; he owed her that much. Under different circumstances, he knew she would have laughed at him for telling her that. “Can I please hold you?” Jungkook tried a second time, hoping she wouldn’t reject him again. After waiting a few seconds, giving her time to answer he slowly moved in closer. “Please, please, please…” He whisper-begged her, but she just stood still and when he wrapped his arms around her, he allowed himself to breathe. It was like coming up for fresh air as she nestled her face against his chest and the familiar smell of lilies filled his lungs. One of his hands rested on her head, his fingers softly rubbing her scalp. “I’m so sorry I hurt you, baby.” Leaning his cheek against her forehead, he closed his eyes. Feeling her fingers dig into his hoodie and clutching it tightly between her fingers made his heart hurt; almost like the empty feeling in his stomach when he missed a step. “Can you please break up with her soon? Because I can’t take it any longer.” He sharply sucked in a breath through gritted teeth. Jungkook wasn’t ready to take that step, no matter how many times he would practice what he was going to say to Yina on that dreadful day. Softly he pressed his lips to her forehead, hoping he would somehow find the courage to grant her wish. “I will, I promise.”

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emily-cheshire · 5 years

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hii snowylacie here! sorry that this comes so late but i saw you reblogged the ph questions post and i wanted to send some in too!! i hope i don't send sutff you already answered... 1, 2, 3, 5, 9, 13, 18, 19, 20, 26, 27, 28, 29, 44 (-v-), 48!!!

You just brightened me up so much. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

1: How long have you been in the fandom?

Well, since 5 years in the Hungarian one and two years in the international (?) one. In the Hungarian one, well, it has grown into a family. We had *counts* Six members, me, @reo-bae (our Leo) @seshihira (The Hero Oz) @ultimate-hopeless (Our Alice) and two more, Elliot and Alyss. The Alyss betrayed us and told me to go and kill myself, and destroyed my small group, even if I also made bazinga big fuckin mistakes, she claimed she is the victim of all of us, ect. She is no longer Anything in my eyes. (sorrythisbecamelongehhehehehreallysorry)

2: Favorite character?

Break.

3: Favorite Baskerville?

You don’t know how much I hated Lottie, because the conflict between her and Break. And then I realized how much she is actually a very sweet lady. Funny story, I realized if there were other conditions, I think she would be friends with Break and Sharon, because she does resemble them in some ways.

5: Favorite Chain?

Duldum, Cheshire and Mad Hatter. Duldum is theprettiest, Ches has the sweetest personality and story, Mad Hatter is the most badass. But Albus was also something I longed for. I wanted a knight.

9: Favorite Vessalius?

Oscar. I want him to live with his wife and child pls.

13: How did I join the fandom?

I pulled P.H. up everywhere and so the mentoined Elliot found me, thanks to a Rufus Barma quote. (Knowledge is power and you have to know how to treat it. -or something like this.)

18: Do I hate or like Jack?

Heck no. He is complex and I do think he could have ended up being good. I don’t agree with what he did, but I can accept that he was destroyed mentally.

19: Lacie?

Well, she might be pretty but she is a straight unliked character. I hate people acting as victims.

20: Opinion on the Baskervilles?

They are family.

26: Alice or Alyss?

By appaerence it is Alyss. She inspired my first oc, Elie Cheshire. By persona it is definitelly Alice. I find her very diverse.

27: Gil or Vince?

Gil by persona and Vince by appaerence and funside. I like Vince’s creepy actings. (heh, kids don’t like me.)

28: Echo or Noise?

Both. I just want them to be happy.

29: Least favorite character?

Isla Yura. I wanna set him on fire, and stomp on him.

44: Character I ship myself with?

No one. This is a question I mostly try to avoid. I rather ship the characters vithin the series, in everyway, and find out who do I resemble, than making and Oc or anything with myself. I rather make a character with resemblence (not fully, I hate copying) to the character I like the most.

48: Most attractive character?

Break, by females I would say Lottie.

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3wisellamas · 5 years

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Character Creation Tag

Tagged by @the-golden-ghost

I...don't talk a lot about my OCs on here. ^^; But, for the purposes of this thing, think I'll rant about Kelly, since I just think she's neat. If you don't know her (and you probably don't), uh...think big blob alien.

1) What was the first element of your character that you remember considering?

To be honest, she kind of came out of me trying to think about how her species would really work, or especially how they'd interact with the humans that had taken over their planet, back when the plot happened after a SUCCESSFUL human invasion. Since I was still figuring out the characters in general I didn't have any aliens yet, it was actually mostly about the robots, so I just...made her up, to have a way of exploring that stuff.

2) Did you design them with any other characters from their universe in mind?

Admittedly, not really. She was just...some rando, a test character that I figured I would end up plugging into a tiny part of the story eventually, after finally coming up with it. Her having any real development or even being a major character wasn't a consideration for a while!

Heck, she still clashes with the non-gel characters a lot, kind of on purpose, to show how alien she is -- or, rather, how alien THEY are compared to her!

3) How did you chose their name?

Uh...picked it at random? ^^; Okay, I actually did have a thought process. I came up with her full name, Alkeli, first -- a little play on the word "Alkaline", since she's made of an extremely basic/low-ph material. Kelly was just a cute nickname for her that stuck.

4) In developing their backstory, what elements of their world played the most influential part?

Hoo boy, here we go. Like I said, she was originally a VERY inconsequential character that I was just using for playing with concepts, but then I changed the plot to deal with the consequences of a FAILED human invasion of the aliens' planet rather than a successful one. So, since the aliens were still top dog and actively trying to wipe out the few humans left, the human characters needed some leverage in order to survive. I reworked Kelly as a character with connections to both worlds -- she's an alien, but was raised by the humans. And I thought it'd be especially funny for her to technically be considered one of the main humans' "twin" sister as a part of that (I get a lot of joke mileage out of reactions to that little fact.)

5/6/7) Is there any significance behind their hair color/eye color/height?

Well, she doesn't have hair, so that's a problem. She also doesn't actually have eyes, though she does have fake ones as part of her translator device -- them being blue really isn't too significant, other than her dad just picking it because it's his favorite color. :P

Her height actually is kinda significant, though! Most gel who interact with humans do so via translator devices, which give them a "face" and shape them to look a tiny bit more humanoid as part of it, but they usually still stay kinda blobby and close to the ground. Instead, Kelly is super tol and intentionally tries to look more human-ish with hers, to show that she literally considers herself more human than gel.

8) What do you relate to within their character/story?

Let's see here. Zero social skills, doesn't relate to really anyone at all, and is often a jerk to others without realizing it? Check. Forced by her parents into their own future plans, with her own dreams pretty much disregarded? Check. Low-key wants to be an artist even though she has exactly zero talent? Check. Total weeb loser who mostly just hides in her room playing video games all day? Triple check.

9) Are they based off you in any way?

She might actually be the closest character in the whole thing to a self-insert. ^^; Which is saying something...

10) Did you know what your character’s sexuality would be at the time of their creation?

Nope. I still don't even know. Her species doesn't actually...reproduce, like at all (that's even a major plot point, since Kelly's birth and existence is VERY unusual!), but that's as far as I went in thinking about it. Like to think of her as ace/aro nowadays though.

11) What have you found is the most difficult art form in creating your character?

She's actually pretty easy to draw in my usual 2D cartoony style, but...I honestly have NO idea how she'd work in 3D space at all, so if I ever tried to render her in any 3D medium it wouldn't go well. ^^; And neither does anything more realistic either -- did I mention she's literally a mass of semitransparent goop? Trust me, I've tried. It doesn't work.

12) How far past canon events that take place in their world have you extended their story?

I typically have my characters' ENTIRE lives planned out. So...yeah. All of it. Not elaborating though, because spoil.

13) If you had to narrow it down to 2 things you MUST keep in mind while working with this OC, what would they be?

1. Even if she's pretty much a human culturally, she is NOT one physically. She works very differently from the other non-gel characters; she can only see in certain circumstances, for instance, and her other senses all work differently too, including ones humans don't actually have. Her physical capabilities are also very different, too, which I gotta keep in mind for the various shenanigans the cast get into -- if everyone has to jump off a thing she can't follow them, but if they need anything underwater they'd be stupid not to go right to her!

2. Her manner of speaking is also VERY different from the humans and robots, because like all gel she doesn't have a mouth and all her speech has to be translated -- can't slip up and accidentally have her use a contraction! (until the plot twist that she's totally faking it for reasons and CAN speak like everyone else, hehe...)

14) What is something about your OC that makes you laugh?

She's definitely one of the snarkier characters, always taking shots at my more ridiculous characters and plot points. ^^ Plus, take away her mask and she's...literally just a big angry blob of jello. That sleeps in a tiny fishtank. There's just something inherently funny about that.

15) What is something about your OC that makes you cry?

Just...a lot of her backstory, and how it shapes her attitude as an adult. I put a LOT of the shit I've been through into her, good and bad, and sometimes it's...a bit much for me admittedly.

16) Is there some element you regret adding to your OC or their story?

She can be TOO standoffish and aloof, REALLY taking after her father, and her character development goes along some pretty dark routes. It fits her, and is totally appropriate for her role in the story, but...unlike her dad, she isn't always a lovable asshole, and writing those scenes is NOT fun or easy, when she ends up making mistakes and hurting my other OCs and especially her family because of it.

17) What is the most recent thing that you’ve discovered about your OC?

Um... oO Not 100% sure what this means. The newest thing I added to them? Probably that she'd totally make a kickass spy if she actually went for it. She's definitely got the stealth and detective skills!

18) Favorite OC fact?

She considers herself a white hat hacker. Well, as long as she's hacking the people she cares about -- to her enemies, she can wreak a surprising amount of havoc, and is the main source of info on the villains' plots from all the data she steals from them early on in the story (and continues to be, as she starts decrypting it throughout...)

Tagging: Nah. If you wanna steal and gush about an OC, go for it.

#may...not keep this up long sorry #i'm not too comfortable gushing too much ^^;#even about this wip #emwrites

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agentomato · 3 years

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Oh do you have any Cold War Era headcanons about Philippines? I don't really see a lot of portrayals of the PH during that time

This will be a pretty quick rundown and summary since the Cold War was a pretty vast period, and I’ll be using my OC for this, but if anyone wants to pick up/expand upon some ideas for their own headcanons on canon PH that’ll be great too!

During the forties she finally got the independence she was longing for after so long-- of course this came after a pretty destructive Second World War, and there were some caveats regarding her independence vis-à-vis her relationship with America (gotta love how he kept hovering around to put it lightly I mean), it was still pretty overwhelming to see her flag finally waving on its own for the first time.

She was definitely involved during the Korean War, sending over about 7,500 soldiers to aid the UN forces at the time in her first overseas was as an independent nation; South Korea still honors her valor and fighting spirit at the time (the Fighting Filipinos, as one of the battalions was called)... even when she doesn’t always remember it herself.

Magsaysay was a president she fondly remembers and to this day still considers him her favorite; his sudden death was a heartbreaking blow for her.

By the later sixties her patience with America had worn thin, and the growing domestic economic turmoil and social unrest she experienced culminated into what is remembered today as the First Quarter Storm. A lot of this anger was especially towards the failings of the Marcos administration at the time, and a lot of her sympathies were towards the university students protesting and demonstrating.

Martial Law is... a heavy topic that warrants its own discussion especially with the legacies that persist today (and someday I WILL talk about it because boy), and I won’t get into everything here, but I will say that it was one of the most paranoia-fueling and trauma-inducing periods of her post-independence history. Emphasizing this for a lot of reasons.

On a slightly lighter note (literally the ‘bright spot’ of Martial Law lmao), she was definitely big on the whole genre that was Manila Sound! Hotdog and APO Hiking Society, and VST’s discography is still one of her favorite things to dance along with to this day.

Ninoy Aquino’s death was a shocking blow for her, yet the combination of anger and grief surrounding his assassination combined with years of violence during Martial Law and the 1986 election results led her to joining the crowds of people marching and protesting across EDSA. When Marcos and his family finally fled to Hawaii, it was like a breath of fresh air and a chance to start right again, and the promise of better things to come seemed to shine so brightly at the time.

The legacy of Corazon Aquino is rather mixed for her; she was a self-proclaimed housewife who was propelled into the political limelight with the death of her husband, and her role as both the first female president and a transitional president after a near decade-long dictatorship meant she carried a lot of responsibilities on her hand. It wasn’t an administration that lived up to its promises of protecting human rights (to put it lightly), which led to some of her disillusionment in turn.

Anyway there’s... A LOT I didn’t get to talk about but this is already pretty long so gdfgfgf

#aph philippines #hws philippines #anonymous #asks #hetalia OC

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ooey-and-gooey · 6 years

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Here is Ran’s bio!

Name: Ran Minamoto

Gender: female

Age: depends on what point in the story, usually 16 in RP

Ssxuality: Bisexual

Occupation: student

Height: 5'4

“Hair” color: cool purple

Eye color: inverted black eyes with yellow pupils

Narionality: Japanese

School: UA

Hero Stuff- Hero/Villain Name: Ran (undecided)

Costume:(none yet)

Quirk: Goo

Weapons: a whip

Personality- Personality: Ran is a very passionate person, the kind of passionate that only pages and pages of essays and debates could help with. She has strong ideals of being a hero and sticks by them closely. She is observant and quick thinking. She knows what she can handle and is the type of person so try almost anything once. The girl is friendly to everyone except those who have- in her eyes - skewed morals/ideals. Ran gives off a very chill vibe most of the time except when it comes to her academics and career, as well as her ideals, any other time she will go with the flow. She’s an extrovert and acts very cool though when she is alone, can be very obsessive. Ran is very very paranoid. She spends most of her time researching things about her parents and such and barely get much sleep. Her calm and collected facade is brought on with people surrounding her - That is when she is the most relaxed. If it were not for her baggage, Ran would probably act this way always. She is easy going and a risk taker around people, but a mess when not.

Likes: pro heroes, social media, winning debates, writing, being listened to, talking, supporting her friends, passionate people, people on journeys, cats, researching, breakthroughs

Dislikes: her parents, people who follow the ideals of stain, stains ideals, villains, people with weak ideals, people easily swayed or persuaded, the crowd mentality

Interests: writing, reading, presenting speeches, sparring Fears: Society changing for the worst, being vulnerable, failure

Goals: - Ran would very much like to confront her parents and try to argue with them -She would like to be the one to capture her parents -She wants to be an influencer, weather that means being a big role model as a hero or trying to become a teacher, she’s all for it - Ran wants to make sure she is known. She makes it a point to make good first impressions so that she is never forgotten thus her ideals are never forgotten.

Family- Parents: Haruhi and Kazuhiko

Siblings: none Relationships-

Friends: Maki Aiko, Maki Harumi, Hitoshi Shinsou

Crush: hmmm

Enemies: her parentsahaha ~~~Quirk~~~ Quirk name: slime Description: 80% of her body is made of the goo like texture you see. She has basic organs and can function like a normal human being however most of her fat, muscle, and other parts are made of the substance. She can transfer her mass but is limited to a simple human body shape. The only removable part of her body is her hair, which she can rip parts of and stick places.

Strengths: most projectiles will not affect her, mostly just getting stuck in her. She can change her appearance. She is a quick thinker and knows what bite would be too much for her to chew. Has a high pain tolerance as some attacks (with blunt objects) can bounce off of her. She can become slippery?

Weaknesses: She lacks in one on one combat and full frontal attacks. She can get carried away with emotion in some cases which causes her wits to become faulty. She can be affected by projectile attacks if they go all the way through her. She does not do well in intense heat, can melt without being about to control it.

Costume description: she wears a tough material (usual hard to rip, water resistant and fire resistant fabric) as a leotard. Her shoes/ankles, bracelets, belt, and rubber band are actually hidden whips - each rectangular shape being a handle. (In her shoes’ case, the handles are built into the sole of the shoe). Her whips are gold in color. Her leotard extends in a drippy pattern to her legs. In the chest area of her leotard, there is a teardrop shaped keyhole though it is placed above her neck and is only there for decoration. (Its not there to show her breasts, That’s why it’s places a litter higher)

Character summary: Ran was raised by her parents for a short amount of time. Because they had seemed so busy with their “work” - some undescribed business they run- Ran was mostly watched after by her grandmother. The family lived in her grandmother’s house, all seeming to get along somewhat. Her parents raised her with a specific set of ideals, telling her to think for herself, to always question authority and question what the general public thought was right. Though she didn’t have much say, this was suspicious to Ran’s grandmother. Years of week long business trips and the occasional conflict between the parents and Ran’s grandmother flew by. This would lead to Ran being a sort of mature child, that tried to keep as in-the-know as possible whenever her parents were leaving and weren’t leaving - that way if she had needed them to be somewhere, she would or wouldn’t get her hopes up. Suspicion began to grow as the windows in which her parents were absent began to grow. This tense curiosity would breech it’s breaking point for Ran’s grandmother when an event was exposed on the news. Some sort of group, terrorizing the city and trying to spread their message- down with hero society. When the leaders of this group were identified, it was Ran’s house that was searched endlessly and the two were questioned. Of course both Ran and her grandmother had no idea what had happened, nor did they even know that both these people had the capability to do such an act. Though the event did not kill anyone, it did injure some with the use of firework-like bombs and some thick smoke that flooded the area. After this horrendous event, Ran’s grandmother was left to care for Ran. At this point, Ran had some vague idea of what was happening, though never asked her grandma about it- feeling she would receive no answer. Ran grew up very loving with her grandma. She was very close to the woman and acted as good as any kid could, though had always been mature for her age. Ran’s parents were on the run, though would most likely never return. As time went on, Ran became more and more interested in the ideas of justice and what it meant to be a hero. At first she was not fascinated by the glamor of heroes, their desire to help people, or the fame, but by the concepts behind it. She had become deeply interested in philosophies of what it meant to be a hero and though she had some mincsule problems about the hero industry, she decided what better way to change it for the better, than to become a hero herself. She also took interest in past crimes and organizations, wanting to be knowledgeable on all potential threats. This was when she had found out about her parents, leaders of some dangerous cult, once that had caused harm then vanished. This wasn’t the biggest effect on Ran, only taking her a couple months to get completely over. They had probably fled the country or something, and she wasn’t even particularly attached to them. With her interest in heroes now becoming a full on blossom, Ran found some interest in the genuine ideals of a hero- helping people and making people feel safe. And so, she had applied for U.A, general studies of course. Though she was excited to become a U.A. student, she hasn’t felt like she could transfer into the hero courses just yet. She hasn’t had much time to train and by entrance exams, the gooey girl wasn’t ready. After being accepted into the general studies, Ran worked extra extra hard to make sure she would be able to at least make an impression at the sports festival. In general studies, the girl found a friend in Hitoshi, who seemed to be one of the most, in her opinion, genuine people she’d ever known. The two hold a tight companionship. Around the time of her first getting in, Ran received a letter on her doorstep. This was one of the few letters that was ever addressed to her. Too early to be an entrance exam result, Ran was confused by its presence. Upon opening this mysterious note, she found it was sent from none other than her parents. A sort of “Good luck! :) We’re keeping an eye on you and Gramma!” Letter, which caused Ran to spiral into a paranoid state. Research and research and connecting the dots online led her to hints that the group might still be active. Rather than going to her grandma for help, Ran decided to take matters into her own hands. Apart from training, Ran protects her property as best she can, swearing that she will always take care of her grandmother and if her parents decide to somehow do harm to her, she’ll be ready for it. Though, the way that her grandma acted had made Ran feel she knew what was going on.

Fun fact #1: Ran must keep her PH from becoming too acidic. If she comes in contact with something too acidic, she may involuntarily melting. She may use this to her advantage though! Ran had a certain party trick where she will get everyone to gather around her. She demonstrates how her mouth looks, sticks out her tongue, takes a gulp of the freshest soda she can found, swirl it around in her mouth and swallow. She will then show everyone the damage it does on her mouth (mainly her tongue) which becomes a slimey and dripping mess. People usually react in disgust to this or think it’s really cool.

Also I’m always always always open to RP! I love OCs and I do literate RP so :^) RP also helps my characters develop more soo Thank you for reading!! Have an amazing day!!

#ran art #bnha oc #my hero academia oc #mha oc #original character #canon x oc #oc x canon #ran minamoto #ran's bio #important

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3one3 · 7 years

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The Sequel - 877

Nurse Schü

André Schürrle, Juan Mata, other Chelsea/BVB players, and random awesome OC’s (okay they’re less random now but they’re still pretty awesome)

original epic tale

all chapters of The Sequel

“Time to wake up, Prinzessin.”

“Nuh.”

“Just for a little.”

“Go way.”

“I need you to eat something. I know you don’t want to, but you’ll feel better.”

“No.”

“I made soup. I really made it. I boiled a chicken and everything. My mom FaceTimed. Just have a little?”

“No.”

“You have to get up anyway because we need to talk about the horse show. You need to decide whether or not to ship the horses tonight.”

Christina sneezed, wiped her nose with the disgusting tissue she’d been keeping inside her blanket, and turned over to bury her face in a cooler section of pillow. André rubbed her shoulder and looked on pityingly, wishing he could make her feel better. She was about 36 hours into some sort of flu, suffering from fever, runny and stuffy nose, cough, nausea, and vomiting. Technically the vomiting was on pause because she hadn’t eaten anything since the previous day. It was almost 5pm, and her husband and de facto nurse really wanted her to get some food in her system. He brought her toast in the morning and it was still there in the afternoon, along with the red Jell-O Espen made for her while he was at training. Luise told him to offer her some clear chicken broth with white rice, and Christina said many times throughout their relationship that store-bought chicken soup isn’t any good for sick people because it’s full of salt and mystery ingredients. When André and Lukas got sick, they got homemade soup. Luise knowingly suggested he could fudge her rule since she probably wasn’t going to have more than a couple spoonfuls anyway, but her son wanted to make it himself regardless. It at least made him feel useful. Nothing he did for his poorly wife seemed to make her feel any better. She just wanted to be left alone in bed with her stuffed zebra, her tissues, and her Murder She Wrote reruns. She hardly ever got sick that way, and it was extra hard on her. She was convinced getting sick was the universe’s way of punishing her for not only having but telling Juan, in detail, about her Marcos Alonso and Alvaro Morata threesome fantasy.

“Chris? Please sit up for just a minute?” The BVB man kept trying. He reached to touch her hair, and she surprised him by turning onto her back and actually opening her tired, dull eyes.

“I don’t feel good,” she croaked. Her throat was sore from the post-nasal drip and all the coughing, and it made her voice raspy.

“I know, pretty girl. Did you take the medicine?” André glanced at the nightstand, at the bottles and boxes of drugs meant to ease the symptoms rather than cure the illness. Her new doctor said there was nothing for the bug but prescribed a list of over-the-counter remedies for the cough, the runny nose, the stomach, and the general achiness. Christina nodded and clutched at her throat. It was killing her. She kept alternating between rubbing at it and touching her raw nose, as if either thing might relieve the pain. “Can you try some soup? It’s pretty good. Mama said I’d know if I did it right if it came out really clear, and it looks clear to me.” Her caregiver picked up the deep coffee mug of chicken broth and rice. His mom suggested the mug because Christina could eat from it without having to sit up much, it wouldn’t slosh out like from a wide bowl, and she could drink from it if that was easier. Christina looked at it but didn’t express any interest.

“Luke?” she asked hoarsely instead.

“I taught him how to do a Rabona. He’s practicing in the garden with Espen.”

“Is he-“

“He’s not getting sick. He’s fine.” André’s reassurance about their little boy reminded her that she wanted a fresh tissue. She held her icky one up out of the blanket, and André picked up the waste basket from the floor so that she could put it directly in there. He was trying to avoid getting sick too. “Want me to feed you?” he asked with a burgeoning grin. It was just a few days ago she was looking at those pictures of the old man feeding his wife ice cream in the car and asking me if I would feed her ice cream when she’s ancient. I think it’s going to be the other way around. I think she’s going to be taking care of me. I can handle spooning some soup for her now though, he laughed inside.

“Drink.”

“Have this instead, if you’re thirsty. You don’t have to have the rice. It’s just broth and rice. No vegetables. I hardly put any seasoning in.” Come on, eat something, he willed her. You can’t fight off a bug if your system is weak, and I bet now her stomach and her head hurt because she’s hungry. The freezing, pale rider shook her head. She wanted the severely watered down sports drink she’d barely sipped all day. There was no need for her to reiterate that she was deathly afraid any kind of nutrition would have her scrambling for her “barf bowl” again, and that swallowing anything was incredibly painful. He held the cup for her and moved the bendy straw so she could get to it without having to move much. “Tom says if you want to be able to compete on Saturday then your horses absolutely have to go down tonight so that he can do the jog thing with them in the morning. Do you think you’ll be well enough to ride Saturday? Probably not, right?”

Christina was supposed to compete in a German Masters event about 90 minutes away at the weekend. It was a bit of a last minute thing. The organizers decided to donate all the admission proceeds to a local family trying to survive a double cancer diagnosis. The husband and wife were a breeder and trainer combo, and found their colon and breast cancers just three months apart. They had three young children, and 16 horses, and were going to struggle mightily to keep their stable operating. The horse show sent invitations to all of Germany’s biggest stars, most of whom wouldn’t have had a reason to compete there. Christina signed up right away so that they could use her to help draw crowds, and she lobbied her friends to go too. A few said yes. Most were already committed to other events for the weekend. If it had been any other situation, André wouldn’t have even asked her about going. He would have just told Tom she was too sick, and not given her a choice. It broke his heart when she shook her head again to confirm that there was no way she could make it, because he knew it was breaking her heart too.

“The kids should still go,” she added in her sore throat whisper. “We’ll write a check.”

“Okay. I know you want to go, pretty girl, but you need to get better. Everyone will understand.” The player took the cup away when she released her straw, and he offered her a fresh tissue from the box on the nightstand. Christina accepted it and dragged it inside her cocoon like some kind of terrible beast hauling a proffered carcass into the cave in which it was chained. Then she tugged her comforter up to her ears and wriggled back to her left side. That meant “go away now”. “I’ll leave the soup in case you want some later. Maybe when you take the next doses of the medicine? I think one of them is supposed to be with food. Text if you need anything, okay, Prinzessin? You have your phone in there?” He saw the bun on her head move back and forth and took that as affirmation on all points.

I hope this doesn’t last long, André thought on his way downstairs. Mausi doesn’t understand why he can’t see her. He knows she’s here, but she’s not around and he can’t go visit. And her horses need to be ridden. And her tossing and turning all night to switch which side of her nose is stuffed kept me up most of the night too. I hate that she’s miserable. She has a pretty high threshold for discomfort and inconvenience so I know she really feels terrible. For her to go to the doctor for something other than her ankle is a big deal too. She didn’t even have one here until yesterday.

“Is she feeling any better?” Espen asked him when he stepped outside. She was sitting on the low step from the patio down to the grass, watching Lukas run around to kick his little football Rabona-style. Spencer and Lucky were chewing on sticks and supervising as well.

“No.”

“Did she try the soup?”

“No.”

“She can be so stubborn,” the nanny sighed with no small dose of resentment. She was in charge of looking after the rider while André was out.

“I don’t want to eat anything when I’m sick either,” he shrugged.

“I guess you wasted your time going to the market for the chicken and everything.”

“She’ll want it eventually. I don��t mind. She always makes it for me when I get bad colds, which is a lot. She even mixes fruit juices for me to balance the pH so it doesn’t upset my stomach.”

“Mhm.”

“Looking good, Mausi! Pass it over here.”

Lukas picked up his ball and ran to Daddy with it. He was at a stage where he understood enough of what adults said to him that they often forgot that he didn’t understand all of it. Sometimes he just thought he did, or he guessed. Sometimes André was confused by his confusion at first. He’d stare at him with a skeptical sort of frown on his face and wonder what he was thinking. His wife was better at deducing the tiny child’s train of thought. Mistaking “pass it over here” for “bring it over here” wasn’t a big mystery, though he was sure Lukas knew the difference. They were playing a lot of football together lately.

“Let’s do goals, Daddy,” the smaller Schü suggested. He handed over the football and then pointed at the small goal by his playhouse.

“Do you want to try doing the Rabona into the goal? You’d be a better player than me if you pulled that of in the match,” the bigger one chuckled. He dropped the ball in the grass to toe it along, and let Lukas take his hand to escort him toward the goal.

They took turns trying to cross their right legs behind the left to strike the tiny ball into the similarly small goal, and the younger player had some trouble. He kept trying to look at the ball. Usually he looked down to his left at it, but a few times he tried to look all the way behind himself from the right, and spun around, and made his dad laugh hysterically. He fell over a few times. The professional footballer eventually deduced that Lukas’ cap was part of the problem. It was a bit big on him and it fell forward into his eyes when he looked all the way down.

“Why don’t we take it off?” Dad suggested when Child grew frustrated.

“No more goals. I don’t want to do goals. It doesn’t go in!” Lukas whined. André squatted to address the hat situation and the discouragement too.

“You can’t just quit. Here.” He turned the red Ferrari cap around backwards so that the brim wouldn’t get in his way anymore, and he used his long reach to get the ball and roll it closer. “Mommy won’t let you wear Vettel’s hat if you quit. He doesn’t quit. That’s why she likes him. You know how she’s been yelling at the TV a lot lately when we watch the cars?”

“The fast cars! Rooooooooom, rooooooom, pew, pew, pew!” His son was into the somewhat tame sound of the current generation of Formula 1 engines.

“Vettel’s car keeps breaking and Mommy gets upset. She almost cried last week, remember? But Vettel keeps going. He even smiles. He just thinks about next time. So if you wear his hat, you have to smile and keep trying too. That’s why Mommy gave you the hat. You like the hat, yeah?” Lukas nodded and lifted his right foot to rest it on the ball. “Ready to try?” Again the little blonde nodded, and his encouraging chaperone set him up in front of the goal with the ball in the right place and demonstrated the technique for him again. Lukas did his best, and the ball slowly crawled toward the goal. André gave it a little help with his toe since it was lacking momentum. It was on target, so it still counts, he rationalized. Lukas was waiting to see if he was supposed to celebrate or not, so he turned around as soon as it went in and thus gave him permission to celebrate too. They jumped around together and did high-fives.

After that they practiced some more conventional shooting, which allowed the aspiring striker more physical power and thus enough oomph to get the ball into the net on his own, and from a little further out. Sometimes he enjoyed running to fetch the ball more than kicking it. Sometimes he ran to get it before it even finished rolling into the goal. He also enjoyed kicking it into the temporary mesh fence around the swimming pool, because it bounced back and he never knew where it would go or where he would have to run to retrieve it. Spencer and Lucky usually liked that game too, but they were more into their sticks on Thursday evening. André tried putting them in bed with Christina to keep her company, or at least extra warm, but they didn’t like her tossing and turning either and reappeared downstairs while he was making the soup. He thought maybe they were just feeling spiteful because she was gone for 6 days and then came back and more or less went straight to bed. The rider was already showing signs of what was to come when she left Barcelona. Juan even texted André to warn him that she was getting sick and already resisting taking anything or planning to see a doctor. He told him to make sure she went, or at least got a basket of drug store remedies for her nose and throat situations.

The sneezing and runny nose started on Monday. They thought it was just allergies, especially in light of their visit to the botanical garden. Then Christina didn’t feel well after dinner on Monday night. Her tummy felt “weird”. But she and Juan ate their way through the Boqueria during the day, mixing all different kinds of foods and all different courses, including a lot of dessert-like sweets and spicy meat. They had horchata later, and then a late night dinner. It would have been weird if she didn’t feel weird at bedtime. The nausea didn’t go away when she got up, and their further adventuring was tempered by the addition of chills and aches. The rider was feeling pretty miserable by the time she got to the airport to go home, which was where Juan made his third and final pitch for some decongestant and a fever reducer. Her chief objection was that cold and flu medications put her to sleep and she wanted to be awake and alive to do things with Lukas, André, and the horses, not be sick. The Spaniard pointed out that denying she was sick wouldn’t stop her from being sick. Both players knew her MO, and commiserated together over how difficult she could be about such things. By Wednesday morning Christina was ready to admit defeat and see a doctor. First she had to throw up several times.

“Time for dinner!” Espen called to the blonde ballers around 7. She gave André a grocery list when he went to get the soup ingredients. They were continuing to take advantage of Christina’s absence by enjoying fish for dinner. The nanny made the lady of the house’s sheet pan blackened cod recipe, with sweet potatoes and zucchini. Lukas was adopting his dad’s penchant for smothering everything in his mom’s garlic-lime guacamole, so Espen had to make that too. She was a better baker than she was a chef, but she could pretty capably follow Christina’s basic recipes. She always left a list of “suggestions” for meals when she went out of town, and usually stocked the refrigerator and pantry accordingly. Sometimes Espen just made whatever she felt like making though. She winged it on Thursday since she wasn’t even supposed to be there, and Christina was too ill on Wednesday to do the shopping as planned. André and Lukas didn’t really care. They both conned her into special request meals while Christina was in Spain. The baby got crunchy baked fish and chips one night. The footballer got thick cut pork chops fried with onion and apples, and a mountain of delicious, buttery mashed potatoes to go with it. There was no cauliflower in sight.

“Put the ball away and we’ll go wash our hands, mm?” he called after Lukas, who cut and run as soon as he heard the word “dinner”. The little Ferrari fan reluctantly stopped and turned around to get his football. His father tried very hard to honor and enforce Christina’s code of conduct when she wasn’t available to do it herself. Lukas definitely got away with more on his watch than hers, but it wasn’t a free for all. André never sought credit for that unless it came up as a joke or something. He just wanted to be consistent for the child, and make his wife’s life easier. He spent enough time around Marco, Zoe, and Noah to see how difficult Zoe’s life could be because Noah had totally different rules and expectations for his behavior on his dad’s watch. André was all about trying to make Christina’s life easier, or at least not making it harder. He checked on her once more while Lukas used the stepladder to wash his hands in the kitchen sink. She hadn’t tried the soup.

“I don’t want anything,” she repeated when he offered again to help her eat it. “Can you come back after you eat? Sit with me?” Her face was very red and she’d peeled her comforter down to about her waist for ventilation- evidence that she was going through the sweating part of freezing and sweating. Getting into bed with a sweaty flu victim really didn’t appeal to her husband. She’s either feeling a little better or feeling a lot worse if she wants company now though, he reckoned, taking in her sad, hopeful expression and otherwise pretty unfortunate state.

“Okay. I’m going to bring some fresh soup though and you have to try a little. And you can’t wipe your nose on me.” The BVB man wrinkled his nose in displeasure at the idea of being used as a tissue, which both his wife and his kid were known to do from time to time. It wasn’t so bad if it was just regular everyday snot that ended up on his arm or whatever. He didn’t want flu cooties. A quick flash of relief in Christina’s eyes reminded him that even the drawbacks to having to repay a partner for all the times she looked after you could actually be satisfying little perks.

“What about Mommy?” Lukas asked him a few minutes later, at the dining room table. The boys and the nanny each had a plate of food, and André told him he could start eating right away. He was used to waiting until whoever served his dinner said he could dig in, and used to that being whenever everyone was seated, though sometimes he was eating alone at the counter while Christina did other things around the kitchen. She usually tried to at least sit with him while he ate, even if she was having something else later, or going out after.

“She still doesn’t feel well,” Dad told him. “Do you want to make a card for her before bedtime? Oh, do you mind staying to do bedtime with him?” André pivoted to ask Espen. She was supposed to be off-duty after dinner. “Chris asked me to bring her some new soup and sit with her.”

“Suuuuuure,” the nanny replied with mock enthusiasm.

“Sorry. I want to take advantage while she’s willing to try to eat.”

“Yeah.”

“I like soup,” Lukas reminded everybody.

“Hopefully Mommy likes the soup and it makes her feel better. You can do a card for her. Wait, do you know about cards?”

“He’s made you birthday, Father’s Day, and Valentine’s cards.”

“Which cards?” he asked with what his dad deemed a really cute amount of confusion in his already adorable features.

“You give someone a card that says you hope they get better soon,” André explained while Lukas gave up working with his fork and picked up a cube of roasted sweet potato. “You can draw one for her. Draw like...a picture of her playing with you, or Mommy on her horses, or just Mommy smiling. Then she knows you love her and you want her to feel better.”

“I love Mom. She knows.” Lukas was very confident in this knowledge. His nanny told him to use the fork and stop talking with his mouth full, so he swallowed the potato and tried the fork again.

“How does she know?” André asked in the mean time. Does he even know what love is? He hears “I love you” like 90 times a day, but does he know what it means? I’ve heard Chris try to explain love to him since he was just a day old. I don’t think I had any idea what love is until I was like 20 though. I bet he has a really funny reason, like “Mommy knows I love her because I like bananas”.

“She does...” The tiny blonde did an exaggerated scowl to demonstrate what he was trying to say. “I say sorry and do a kiss. Mommy...” His next expression was a big smile, and he held his arms out like to welcome someone into a hug. “Love you, Mun-ken. Love you, Mommy.”

“He’s going to break all the hearts.” Espen shook her head ruefully while André grinned with pride and awe and congratulated his son on already knowing exactly how to handle women. What a genius! He’s already learned how to get out of trouble. You can mess up all you want as long as you say sorry and give good kisses.

“I draw animals for her. Mommy likes.”

“Okay. After dinner, draw some animals for her and I’ll show her. Then maybe tomorrow she can come down to play.”

“Okay, Daddy.”

“Stop talking with food in your mouth,” the nanny reminded again.

“Sorry!” Lukas continued chewing but kissed his hand and then flung it in her direction, clearly thinking this would absolve him of guilt. André laughed and almost choked on the fish.

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