#do i even have to explain why i dropped everything to capture this moment

[bloodsbane]

Kitchen Nightmares, S5 E1

#kitchen nightmares #kn lb #do i even have to explain why i dropped everything to capture this moment #you don't understand her smile makes me fucking insane #slowly unfurling like when the fucking grinch he realized he was gonna steal christmas #the staff on kn ARE NEVER FUCKING AROUND #especially when their bosses are shitty like. oh my god #it's the best part of this show hands down lol #love when the staff get tired of being nice #also im so glad i got that EXACT last frame it really really encapsulates the energy

[thedensworld]

Sweet Macaroons | C.Sc

Pairing: Gangster!Seungcheol x Baker!Reader

Genre: fluff, established relationship

Words Count: ±600

Summary: Seungcheol was far from pleased when a food critic posted a negative review that started to impact your sales. He couldn't stand to see you upset.

In the midst of a picturesque five months, Seungcheol, with an air of exclusivity, tenderly asked you to be his girlfriend. Everything seemed to move in slow motion around you, as if the universe itself was savoring the moment. His crew, astounded, couldn't fathom that a humble bakery owner just down the block from their bar had captured their boss's heart. He had transformed into something they never imagined: a unabashedly cheesy boy. Even Jeonghan, Seungcheol's right-hand man, remained baffled by the depth of his friend's infatuation with you. He couldn't quite grasp what had caused Seungcheol to fall so hard until he witnessed how Seungcheol would gladly stop the world at your command.

As an example of Seungcheol's devotion, he had gone as far as hiring a bodyguard to watch over you and ensure your safety. Seungcheol, ever mysterious about his business, would simply say, "I do business in Seoul and Busan," which, in its own way, was true. He owned nearly a hundred bars and nightclubs, not to mention his own association—a realm of details you didn't need to delve into.

Your bodyguard, Jun, who currently disguised as a barista in your bakery, would dutifully relay every detail to Seungcheol. This included mundane activities like your trips to the grocery store, visits from friends at the bakery, or even encounters with rude customers. Despite being in the know about your daily affairs through Jun, Seungcheol cherished hearing you recount your day, especially when it involved a customer that cussed on you. He'd teasingly inquire, "Should I track him down and make him pay?" A promise he would have swiftly fulfilled if you had not said, "No, you don't have to. I'll give him a piece mind when I'm a billionaire."

At times, Seungcheol really wants to say, "Marry me, and you can cuss him back in an instant." He was acutely aware of the influence he held.

However, he received an extremely irritating message from Jun, stating that a popular food critic had left a scathing review on their social media, claiming to have found a fly and cockroach legs in your sweets. This review had a detrimental impact on your sales and the overall image of the bakery, as people began leaving unpleasant comments on your social media platforms.

"Jeonghan, do you know this person?" Seungcheol inquired, displaying a video of the food critic.

Jeonghan confirmed, "Yeah, they're a very influential food critic."

Seungcheol nodded thoughtfully and hummed, "Do you know how to contact them?" he pressed further.

"I think we just need to get in touch with their management. They'll provide you with the pricing for their content," Jeonghan explained, prompting another question from Seungcheol.

"Then we can have them review our food however we want?" Jeonghan nodded, "Why? Are you thinking about having them promote our new foodbar?" he inquired.

Seungcheol shook his head, simultaneously signaling to Jeonghan that he wanted to be dropped off at your bakery.

Jun had informed Seungcheol that you had closed the bakery early today due to the lack of customers following the internet sensation. When Seungcheol arrived, only Jun was present in the bakery. He mentioned that you had gone to the convenience store for a few minutes. As Seungcheol patiently waited at one of the tables, you returned with a plastic bag in hand. Lost in your thoughts, you didn't immediately notice him. Instead, you went straight to Jun, telling him he could go home. Jun subtly gestured towards Seungcheol, indicating that he was waiting for you.

"Hi..." Your voice, though soft as always, carries a subtle shade of sadness. Seungcheol swears he can hear it, a touch of blue in your tone.

He smiles, approaching you and subtly signaling for Jun to leave the shop.

"Are you okay? I saw it online," Seungcheol asks gently once Jun has vanished from view.

You smile back at him, but tears well up in your eyes, trickling down your cheeks. You turn away, hiding your face from him as you wipe away the tears. Seungcheol's heart aches at the sight, a feeling he's never experienced before, like someone's squeezing his heart, causing a deep ache.

"Hey, it's okay," he murmurs softly, turning you to face him and pulling you into an embrace. He can feel the tightness in his chest intensify when he hears you sob.

This is the first time he's seen you cry in the five months you've been dating. He swears he'd never want to be the cause of your tears, let alone someone else.

"It's okay, baby. Bad things happen sometimes. It's not your fault," he reassures you as you try to explain how diligently you maintain your bakery's hygiene and ensure the freshness of ingredients. There's no way the accusations the food critic made could be true.

Seungcheol noticed the contents of the plastic bag you had been holding earlier: cleaning soap and equipment. His heart breaks once again, this time tinged with anger.

"Let's go home and rest, okay? I'll hire someone to clean the shop. I don't want to see you laboring with a heavy heart like this," he insists.

Seungcheol calls Jeonghan and swiftly arranges for his people to clean your shop. He drives you home, ensuring you have a proper dinner before settling down for some much-needed rest. Once you're peacefully asleep, he quietly slips away, reaching out to Jun and Jeonghan.

"Get them for me before midnight. Alive," he instructs.

Seungcheol doesn't concern himself with the specifics of how they carried out his request. But when his people successfully bring them to his office, he finally confronts the face that caused his girl to cry.

"What's your name?" Seungcheol asks, rising from his seat and approaching them.

"Who put you up to this?" Seungcheol presents their damning post about your bakery to their face. Poor soul, Seungcheol thinks. This food critic probably never imagined they'd be dragged in by a gangster and subjected to an interrogation like this.

Once Seungcheol acquires the name, he signals his people to reveal the extent of their capabilities. Images of their family and significant other are displayed, and they immediately plead for an apology, expressing regret for their actions.

"You should've thought about that before you posted that garbage," Seungcheol states, fixing them with a steely gaze.

"Upload a clarification video about your previous review. Go to that bakery tomorrow and apologize to the owner. Post both of those things before lunch if you want to spare them," Seungcheol directs, referring to the individuals in the photos as he delivers his unwavering ultimatum.

*

"It was a very wrong act of me to accept the offer to give a bad review to another bakery. I deeply apologize to the owner and my followers for doing such a wrong thing."

Seungcheol smiled at you as you showed him the video from the same account that had claimed they found a cockroach leg on your macaroon.

"See! I knew that my bakery and kitchen have passed the hygiene standards," you said, placing your phone down. There was a visible pout on your face, prompting Seungcheol to let out a chuckle.

"You're too cute," Seungcheol teased, pinching your cheek. He was relieved to see no trace of tears like the previous night.

You gently pulled his hand from your cheek as you stood up to restock the macaroon stall, which was nearly empty. Seungcheol couldn't help but smile as he watched you, his girl, his love, engrossed in the work you adored.

"Before you go, want a macaroon and your favorite latte?" you offered. He swore he would nod to anything you said.

"Here! I've packed some for your staff as well," you added, handing him boxes filled with sweets and a bundle of coffees for Seungcheol and Jeonghan.

He wouldn't let anyone steal your smile, even if he had to stop the world.

#densworld🌼 #seventeen imagines #seventeen fanfic #seventeen angst #scoups x reader #scoups fluff #scoups imagine #scoups imagines #scoups smut #seungcheol imagines #seungcheol fluff #seungcheol x reader #choi seungcheol

[roosterr]

guardian angel ✹ ch 3

note: this chapter gave me so many problems :') i have a love hate relationship with it. but anyway i hope yall enjoy :D

pairing: nikolai x gn!reader

word count: 2.2k

your callsign is 'kilo 0-9', no use of y/n, no description of reader

summary: you're gone and the gang is scrambling to get you back. nikolai has someone to sink his teeth into, and he's prepared to get his hands dirty if it means getting you back

warnings: nik's pov, canon-typical violence, a bit of light torture, english speakers attempt at russian, nik being a bit of a dick

ao3

[two] || [four]

nikolai must be losing his mind.

"you lost the sergeant?"

he has to be, he refused to believe that you were actually gone. alex's words were still ringing in his ears, the stabbing pain in his heart when he heard through the radio fresh in his memory.

you promised you'd come back to him.

he curses – the higher powers, alex, even himself for letting this happen. he drags an incredibly stressed hand through his hair, thoughts running a mile a minute thinking about where you could be, what could be happening to you. it's been a long time, longer than he can remember, since he's had someone to care about; the two of you may not have known each other for that long, but being faced with the prospect of you not coming back, he feels a genuine twinge of fear in his chest.

"i tried to follow, but the gps signal went cold and i couldn't pick it back up," alex explains with his head in his hands from where he sits at the table. "i should've intervened, i should've done something."

"it's a little late for that, no?" nikolai seethes, shooting daggers into the back of alex's head from behind his sunglasses.

"i know," he's clearly wracked by the guilt, but nik can't find the means to care, the miserable tone of alex's voice only serving to aggravate him further, "i fucked up, i'm sorry."

nikolai tuts, stepping closer to where he sits. "why are you apologising to me? 0-9 is the one missing, not me." his voice drips with venom as he drops a hand onto alex's shoulder, roughly twisting him so they can glare at each other head on.

"enough!" farah’s voice breaks them apart, as she enters the room and comes to stand across the table from them, "arguing will not fix this. we don't have time to fight amongst ourselves." she fixes them both with a stony expression, but her uneasiness bleeds through the cracks.

"i'm sorry, farah." alex sighs, and despite not being able to see his face anymore, nik can tell he’s giving her a look comparable to a kicked puppy.

she shakes her head. "i had hoped 0-9 would have more sense than this," she says. her words ignite a new wave of red hot anger within nik, and he’s about to lay into her until she continues, "but that being said, i don't believe they would put themselves at risk like this for no reason."

nik pauses, his expression relaxing. "you think something else is going on?"

"i do." farah nods, crossing her arms over her chest with a serious look on her face.

"so, what's our move, commander?" alex stands up from his seat, making his way around the table to stand next to her.

"malika has the man you captured – the original buyer – in the interrogation room." she says, looking between the two of them, "we may be able to get something out of him."

"i can make him talk." nik growls, already stalking towards the door. as far as he's concerned, it's not a matter of if they can get him to talk, but when.

farah grabs his arm as he brushes past her, "nikolai–"

"i will not take no for an answer this time, commander." his had a dangerous tone, and his face a dark expression under his aviators when he looks at her.

he and the commander hold their stares for a tense moment, neither willing to back down. farah sighs, "...very well. but please, try not to kill him."

"of course." he replies, though it's not entirely true, he has no intention of killing him until he's sure they've gotten everything they can out of him.

"nikolai," farah holds him still as he moves to walk away, as if sensing unease. "we will find them." she tells him, a determined sound to her voice. nikolai huffs, a small lopsided smile pulling at his lips.

"i will not rest until we do."

✹✹✹

the heavy lock clicks as malika turns the key, pushing the door open and watching nik from the corner of her eye as he passes her. the room is bare apart from a table, covered by a cloth, and a single chair in the centre, where their prisoner sits with his hands and feet tied securely to the wooden frame. his head hangs, and nik can clearly see his body shaking with a pathetic kind of fear.

at the clunk of the door shutting and locking again, the prisoner raises his head, his expression hardening as he looks up at nikolai – an attempt to seem tougher than he is, which is, honestly, easier to read than a wide open book. for a moment or two, he simply leans back against the wall with his arms crossed, fixing the prisoner with a glare so cold it could freeze him.

"your name?" nik finally breaks the silence, causing the prisoner to startle with they way his voice cuts through the air. he flinches slightly and tries to disguise it by shifting in his seat, the wooden chair creaking under his weight.

"i– i'm not telling you anything." he stutters, the quake in his shoulders still very much apparent.

nik hums with a disarming thoughtfulness. he was scared, that much was obvious – no matter how desperately he tried to hide it – so perhaps it would be easier to break him than he'd thought.

"it's not you i'm interested in, you're simply collateral damage." he says, pushing off the wall and stepping closer to the chair. he leans back as nik approaches, as far as his restraints would allow.

the prisoner pauses to think, seemingly having some sort of internal battle before responding. "...sergei."

"sergei," nik gives him a smile that doesn't come close to meeting his eyes, "tell me about the man you were meeting with."

"you– you're going to kill me, right?" sergei looks up at him, his expression more apprehensive than before. nik still has the false, almost mocking, smile on his face as he stares back down at his prisoner.

"if you tell me what i want to know, i will reward you with letting you keep your life."

"...you'll just kill me anyway." sergei mutters, avoiding nik's intense gaze.

"die now, or die later." nik leans down, unfolding his arms and leaning one on the armrest of the chair, invading sergei's personal space to make him squirm. "your choice."

"e– even if you let me go, there's no way baranov will let me live after–" sergei freezes, clamping his jaw shut with a distressed look on his face, and nik smiles. though tempting, he resists the urge to laugh at the obvious panic emanating from him.

"ah, now we're getting somewhere, sergei." he says, leaning back again with an amused expression. "so tell me, this baranov, where would he be now?"

sergei sputters for a moment, "i'm not– i– i won't talk." he finally hisses, the mirth in his voice no match for the desperation in his eyes.

"дружище, you already have. you think this will help you? would your comrades protect you the same way?" nik leans in closer again, a sneer on his lips, "ребёнок, i apologise."

"…what?"

"i apologise," nik repeats, the faux sympathy absent from his voice and replaced by a seething venom. "i let you think you have a choice."

without warning, he pulls back his arm and delivers a fierce and satisfying slap to sergei's face. his head whips to the side, drawing a pained grunt from him as he reels from the blow.

"fu–uck you." he spits, rolling his neck grimacing at the feeling of blood falling down his face from the fresh cut on his cheek. "you'll never find them or your soldier."

"is that so?" nik scoffs, dry and clipped as his patience wears thin. he stands back up straight, looking down his nose at sergei with a disdainful glare. "then it's also true that your little friends will never find you – though i doubt they would even look."

"...fuck you."

"they allowed you to be captured so easily – it's like i said earlier, you are simply collateral damage."

"shut the hell up!" sergei yells, lurching forward in his restraints and baring his teeth, "your moron fucking foreigner is probably missing their head by now! i bet they died wondering why you didn't save them."

the mention of you has nik seeing red, his blood practically boiling under his skin as he watches sergei insult you. it was a rookie mistake to let him get under his skin like this, but he would be damned before he let someone disrespect your name – especially in front of him.

nik lifts his boot to sergei's chest, effectively shutting him up for the moment, and with all the anger building inside him he shoves his body backwards, toppling the chair over and sergei along with it. his head makes a sickening thud when he hits the stone floor, the choked whine that leaves his throat the only indicator that he was still conscious.

nikolai smiles again, a little more genuinely this time, and steps around to stand at his side. he crouches, watching the dazed look in sergei's eyes melt into fear, and plants his boot firmly on his sternum.

"i will give you one. last. chance." nik growls, leaning more and more pressure onto his chest with every word, "tell me where my sergeant is, or i will make you beg for death."

"g– go f–uck yourself…" sergei coughs out, pulling his lips into a faint, defiant smirk.

"then we'll do this the hard way." nik sneers.

he stands, making sure to put the most weight on the foot pinning sergei, and makes his way over to the table in the corner. lifting the cloth covering it, he glances at the various tools and weapons laying in front of him. he considers all the ways he could make his prisoner bleed, slowly claw the answers he needs out of him and make him pay for how he spoke about you.

after some deliberation, nik settles on a rusty pair of long-nose pliers, replacing the cloth over the table as he turns back around to where sergei still lays helpless on the floor.

a moment passes, serving to make him even more uneasy in the silence, before nik stalks back to the middle of the room. he leans over the chair, his furious gaze piercing through sergei, and pulls it up by the armrests.

sergei's head drops forward, and he lets out another pained groan, but nik ignores his discomfort and roughly yanks his head up with a hand on his jaw. he squeezes tightly, and as sergei opens his mouth to whine again, he clamps the pliers firmly around one of his teeth.

sergei's eyes fly open at the sensation, feebly trying to shake his head in nikolai's grip. "wai– no, no no– i'll talk, i'll talk!" he sputters around the pliers, struggling in his restraints as he attempts to lean away from nik.

"then speak." he gives the pliers a sharp tug, stopping sergei's writhing and drawing another pathetic whimper from him.

"the– the meeting– it was a setup," he begins. nik lets go of his tooth and moves his hand to his throat, pulling back slightly and gesturing for him to continue. "they screwed us over – a while ago, back in russia – so baranov set the meeting up as a trap…"

a cold sense of dread settles over nik; the same feeling that had pierced his heart when alex first broke the news of your disappearance. there had been a spark of hope when farah had allowed him to question sergei, but that had been quickly snuffed out by what he'd pried out of sergei.

the hand around his neck subconsciously tightens as he processes sergei's confession. not only had they known who you were from the very beginning, but the intel you'd gathered and going undercover to catch them out – it had all been a part of their plan.

sergei lets out a choked cough, "i– i just work for him– i was just following orders, i swear!" he gasps, desperately trying to draw in a breath through nikolai's iron grip.

with a sharp click of his tongue, he releases sergei's throat, wiping his bloody hand on his shirt and giving his head a shove for good measure as he turns away. sergei's pleas and begging are white noise to nik as he throws the pliers on the table and knocks on the door for malika to let him out.

he'd have time to take his anger out later; for now though, his focus is solely on finding you and, most importantly, bringing you safely home to him.

#nikolai x reader #nikolai cod x reader #nikolai call of duty #nikolai cod #call of duty #cod mw19 #mw2 x reader #cod x reader #141 x reader #cod nikolai #nikolai mw19 #nikolai my beloved #roosterr writes

[writerspoon]

Games we play

Micah Yujin x GN! Reader

Micah may have pushed this joke a little too far, but he can always get you to forgive him.

CW: the use of Daddy as a joke, swearing

Words Count: 754

It was so easy to be annoyed with Micah sometimes, everything he did could be borderline infuriating. That wasn't the problem, however. The problem was staying mad at him.

"Oh come on Angel, you can't stay mad at me~" The man in question had been trailing you around the house, trying his best to gain back your favor. Well this time it wouldn't work, because this time he had gone too far.

You held your tongue, walking into the kitchen, to try to get him off your tail. The teo of you had been playing this sort of game for at least 10 minutes, and both of you were too stubborn to stop. Walking through almost every room in the house just to turn around and leave, to hopefully get him to stop following, had gotten you nowhere.

"I'm not going to stop following you. So don't expect it!" Micah said, his classic smirk gracing his lips as he trailed after you. You weren't the only one who knew how to play this game.

Groaning, you turned to face him. His face lit up with a smile for a second he smirked again, oh he knew he was starting to get his way now.

"You just don't know when to quit, do you? It's bad enough you changed all of my screen backgrounds to pictures of yourself, but did you really have to rename your contact to 'Daddy' Micah?? And then you called me while I was with my dad!" That had been one awkward moment of silence between you and your dad, how were you supposed to explain that. You wouldn't really have been mad at him for just the contact, but you knew he knew what he was doing when he called you.

Micah stood there quietly for a moment, lips puckered in thought, "Ok.. maybe that was too far," He admitted with genuine sympathy in his voice, before he cracked a grin again, "But hey, at least you can call me daddy when we're around him-" He started laughing as you started as you gently started hitting him, not intended any damage.

"Micah. You. Dumbass. Why. Do. I. Even. Love. You." You accentuated each word with a hit to his chest, a small smile growing as you did so. Even as annoying as he could be, you couldn't help but love him.

"Aw, Angel, you love me? That's so cute." He had a mischievous look on his face as he inched closer to you, step by step, closing the gap between you. You looked up at him as he got even closer, and flushed as he placed two fingers under your chin.

"It's a good thing I love you too." He almost purred, leaning his face down to yours and capturing your lips in a soft and sweet kiss. There was nothing needy about his kisses half the time, it probably was one of the only things he took his time in. And there really was no better feeling in the world as your lips meshed together. Your kisses felt like a perfect melody, just the right amount of passion, but as gentle as could be. They were your one biggest weakness when it came to being mad at him.

You reciprocated the kiss quickly, eyes fluttering closed, before you felt it end. He really thought that it would be that easy to get away now?

"Do you forgive me now Angel?"

Oh no, he wasn't getting forgiveness that easily, "You wish." Egging him on, trying to play the cards to your advantage.

Of course, he was always two steps ahead. His fingers dropped away from their spot on your chin and he shrugged, like he was giving up.

"Well I was going to give you another kiss when you forgave me, but I guess I'll just go give Skrunkly one instead. Unless you want to change your mind Angel?" Damn him for knowing how to push all the right buttons. As he moved to turn away, you grabbed his sleeve and grumbled out a quick 'okay'.

"What was that Angel? I didn't quite hear you." He teased, turning his head back towards you.

"Okay- I forgive you. Now kiss me again you idiot." You admitted quickly, before moving to cup his cheeks and pulling him into another, slightly more needy, kiss. His cheeks flushed red and his body went slack, not really expecting this initiative, but hey, he wasn't complaining.

Maybe his shenanigans did have a good side to them.

#micah yujin #micah x reader #error143 #visual novel #micah #micah yujin x reader #error143 fanfic #fanfic #x reader

[dracowars]

Could you do a din djarin x former inquisitor reader? Maybe he finds out when they are saving Grogu from Moff Gideon in season two. I think Din, Bo-Katan, etc reactions would be so interesting!

forgive me | din djarin

pairing: din x formerinquisitor!reader

word count: 2,6k

summary: where din finds out about y/n's past

a/n: this was incredibly fun to write, i love the inquisitor lore so much!! thank you so much for requesting, i hope you enjoy <3 please don't forget to give feedback and reblog, it means the world to me ♡♡♡

warnings: angst, cursing, violence, mentions of torture, mentions of death

universe: star wars

"I asked you a question", Din says through gritted teeth, clearly not impressed by the warloard as he points his blaster directy at the man laying on the ground in front of him. After you have successfully taken over Moff Gideon's light cruiser with your newly found team, you were finally met with that inkling of hope that was lost for so long. You were sure that, this time, you won. Except you didn't.

"Call back your darktroopers or I won't hesitate to pull the trigger!", you shout at Gideon, almost pitying his slumped figure on the cold surface. The once great Moff Gideon, holder of the darksaber, military leader in charge of the remnents of the Galactic Empire, huddled on the floor, right to your feet. You would almost believe he is scared, almost, if it were not for the slight twitch pulling at the corner of his mouth. Because despite of him being defenseless, vulnerable and alone, he somehow still managed to pull one last ace up his sleeve and take you by surprise. The surprise that is currently waiting to charge through the blast doors, the last layer of protection that saves you from your fate.

"Everyone in this room will be dead but me. And the child", Gideon says with a sparkle in his eyes, trying to find a comfortable position with his hands cuffed.

"I will ask you. One. Last. Time. What do you need Grogu for?", Din interjects, ignoring his threat as he keeps his blaster pointed at him. Even though you can't see his face through his helmet, it is clear that this time he expects an honest answer or he will definitely not hold back. He has grown too fond of Grogu to not get to know why Gideon wants to capture him so badly or what he did to the small child.

And while Din waits for him to think of an answer that won't have him blast his head off, Gideon's eyes lock with yours and it is in that moment that you feel a shift, seeing a change in his face that you can't quite interpret. The answer he gives is not what you expected at all.

"Maybe you should ask your friend here, not me."

Immediately, you take a wavering step back, lowering your blaster while Din slowly turns to look in your direction, his whole posture screaming at you to explain what tiny piece of information Moff Gideon just dropped your way. "What?"

Bo-Katan, Koska and Fennec, all aiming their own blasters at the door, shift their attention to you now as well, ignoring the loud noises created by the darktroopers trying to come through. You can only stare at Gideon, however, and if he wasn't your only way to get out of here alive, you would have put an end to this already. The knowing grin on his face frightens you because it tells you he knows everything. About what you did, about your past, and, above all, about the darkness hovering over it.

"What does he mean by that, Y/N?", Din wants to know, a twist audible in his voice as well now. He does not trust you right now and if you were in his spot, you wouldn't trust yourself either. You have been on this journey together for a long time already, your only interest being the safety of the child, and yet you managed to keep your biggest secret hidden from him. There are things he doesn't need to and simply shouldn't know about you.

"Y/N is very well acquainted with what I did. I would even go as far as to say that we were once considered allies", Gideon answers for you as you can't come up with any rational explanation, too occupied by what is going on in your mind.

"That's not true! Don't- Don't listen to him. I was never on your side, Gideon", you immediately interrupt as you comprehend his accusation, turning to Din who does not know what or whom to believe anymore. His partner, who lied to him since day one, or his enemy, who just revealed the secret that has been haunting you since forever.

"Tell them the truth then, Twelfth Sister."

As soon as the words leave Gideon's mouth, Bo-Katan suddenly points one of her blasters directly at you, no hesitation in her movement at all. However, you can't even concentrate on the deadly weapon aimed at you as you feel like the ground beneath your feet opens up, causing you to fall into the deep depths full of sorrow, darkness and pain that you ran away from for so long. And the fact that Grogu, sitting at one of the consoles next to you, coos at all of this, does not make it any better.

Silence fills the room as everyone slowly but surely comprehends the meaning behind Moff Gideon's words. What he called you, Twelfth Sister, is a title you have not been addressed by in a long, long time and you desperately wish it stayed that way.

"Shut up! Shut up, shut up, shut up!", you scream at Gideon, your heart beating so fast it hurts. With trembling hands and legs you take a step closer to him, wanting him to not say another word ever again but as soon as you move from your spot, you are faced with another blaster barrel.

However this time it is Din who points his weapon right at you, stopping you dead in your tracks as you feel like you can't get enough air to breathe. The realization has hit him after all.

"N-No! Please, you need to listen to me! I-"

"You are an Inquisitor?", Din asks, not a single hint in his voice as to how he feels, how disappointed he has to be in you. On the one hand, you want him to scream at you, shout at you for keeping this from him, but on the other hand you want him to be able to forgive you, even though you know that what you did is inexcusable.

Since you have no clue how to put everything you want to say in words at once, you only manage to nod, lowering your head as you feel ashamed of yourself. You are waiting for the shot to hit you and when it doesn't, you look up at Din who has not moved.

"Why?", is all he says, staring at you through his helmet. You swear you feel your heart breaking at how he pronounces this one seemingly harmless word.

"I- I don't know. I didn't want all of this to happen. The one second I fight alongside an army of clones, the next I kill all of them and mourn over my dead master", you explain, the memories tormenting you. "They took me. They took me and tortured me until there was nothing left of who I was or what I fought for. They broke me."

You spit out the last part, feeling the anger spark inside of you. Closing your eyes, you feel the panic chase off the anger as you can physically feel the pain they sent you through once more. You sink to your knees, supporting yourself with your hands on the ground, tears in your eyes. They will always have control over you.

"Inquisitors chased down and killed all of the remaining Jedi. You abducted force-sensitive children!", Bo-Katan reminds you of your all-too-real deeds and you can't help but feel bile rise up your throat, making you cough.

"I did.. bad things and each time, it killed me a little more. But when they wanted me to kidnap a child, I didn't. It was then that I noticed it wasn't my way", you say quietly, trying to stand up for yourself about the only thing you did right and that you can be proud of. Because you disobeyed. Because you turned your back on them. Because you left.

"I can't believe you", Din mutters, his voice sounding coarse.

"I promise you it's not who I am anymore!", you try to convince him, all of them actually, but you know it is to no use. Which does not mean you won't try to change their view because, at last, you were a victim too. "Why do you think I am here? Because I made it my task, my purpose, to protect these children! I don't want anyone to experience what I had to. I even killed one of my so-called sisters! I turned against them."

Breathing heavily, you need a few seconds to cope with your emotional outburst, letting your words sink into their heads while you are trying to hold back the tears that threaten to spill. But you don't let them because you have shown weakness too many times before. After all, the dark side was only able to overpower you back then because it caught you at your weakest moment, using it to its advantage, turning your despair into pure hatred.

"Please, you have to believe me", you breathe out, your voice breaking in the end as you stare at Din and Din only. You don't care what the others think, you don't care if they will ever forgive you as long as Din does. You get lost in the darkness of his visor as you keep staring at him intently, waiting for any kind of reaction but he just won't budge.

Because you can only see him in this moment what you do notice, however, is how Moff Gideon pulls a blaster out of nowhere, points it at Din and fires a shot without hesitation. Suddenly, you feel transported back to that one fateful day when you lost everything. When your clones, your friends, turned against you. When you lost the only person you ever really cared for.

All intent on not letting fate repeat itself, you reach for the Force and feel the familiar tingle in your fingertips. Within seconds, you stop the deadly projectile mid-air. And even though it takes all your effort and concentration, you still somehow manage to use the Force to push Din out of the line of fire, causing him to slitter his feet across the floor.

It feels like time is slowing down as you slowly walk towards Gideon and, as soon as he fires another shot at you, you parry it with the Darksaber in your hand. Shock and terror are written all over his face before you finally reach him, kick the blaster out of his hands and put the deadly blade to his throat.

"I will not let you hurt the people I love", you spit out, looking directly into his panic-filled eyes. Apparently he did not expect you to still be this powerful after all these years of not using the Force at all and, although you have to admit that you could have blocked thousands of those shots back then when it took all of your strength to defend one now, you felt good. The Force, the light side, came back to you as if it was never gone. Considering that you were still a child yourself when Order 66 happened, never completing your Jedi training, your powers have grown exponentially.

"You don't deserve to be kept alive-"

"Y/N-", Din wants to interrupt, but you continue anyway.

"But I have changed. I am no Inquisitor, I am a Jedi", you say, feeling relief as the final truth leaves your mouth, making it finally seem real. "You will face trial and you will be locked away for life so you will never be able to hurt anyone again."

"You forget that you are still on my ship, with my troopers waiting to kill all-"

"And you will kindly call them back and shut them down right now or..", you threaten, looking at the Darksaber that is terribly close to his throat. You don't show that it actually lays extremely heavy in your hands, not only because it is a unique weapon, but also because it is not yours. Your own lightsaber is buried on Felucia, where no one will ever find it.

Gideon huffs in annoyance but considering that you are only millimeters away from slicing the Darksaber through his throat, he finally gives in and follows your command. The sound of the dangerous killing machines switching off outside the blast doors echoes throughout the bridge and as soon as you are certain that all of them are down, you knock Gideon out with the butt of the lightsaber hilt, sending him to the floor unconsciously.

As soon as he hits the ground, your legs give in underneath you and you slump in, letting the blade dissolve before tossing the weapon as far away from you as you possibly can. Tears stream down your face as all the burden you carried around all those years finally falls off you, allowing you to breathe once more. You know they are all watching you as you feel all their eyes on you but no one dares to say a single word.

That is, until Grogu peeps out from where he was hiding, slowly waddling towards you while cooing. You can't help but smile at him and you feel incredibly grateful that at least one of them has not lost faith in you.

"Grogu", Din calls out strictly as he wants to come even closer to you.

"It's fine. I would never hurt him", you promise and don't even dare to look in his direction, concentrating to look at Grogu's big doe eyes only. That is why you don't see how Din silently gives the others commands and they start shuffling behind you, opening the doors to the disabled droids in order to destroy them one by one.

Din's shadow hovers over you as you wrap your arms around your own waist, not looking at him, too scared of what he might say. One of Grogu's small hands touches your knee as he keeps cooing at you and you can sense that he feels sorry for you. He knows the pain of being seperated from the family you once considered your home.

Hearing a rustling, you hold your breath as Din squats down in front of you, taking Grogu in his arms as if to protect him. If this is the last time you see him, you tell yourself, you at least want to look at him one more time and so you do.

And you feel like you can't breathe when you see him holding out his hand to you, wanting to save you.

"I'm sorry", he whispers through his helmet and you can hear the sorrow in his voice now, strong and clear.

"No, I have to be the one apologizing. I betrayed you and I don't know how you could ever trust me again", you disregard his words and shake your head, feeling so incredibly ashamed of yourself for what you did. Lowering your head and hiding your face in your hands, you can't stop the tears from falling as all those memories come back to you, laughing directly in your face.

But when you suddenly get pulled forward and feel warm hands around you, you open your eyes only to find yourself in Din's - and also Grogu's - arms. He presses you against him, his hand on the back of your head as if we will never let you go.

"It's not your fault, none of it", Din speaks to you, sounding so sure about what he says that it makes your heart beat faster. "You saved us, Y/N."

"I don't deserve your kindness. How can you forgive me? After everything I have done?", you ask, pushing yourself an arm's length away from him so your face is only inches away from his.

"I already forgave you", he concludes, resting his forehead against yours. "But I think it's time that you finally forgive yourself."

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[brineffxiv]

My new old friends and I continue our adventures through Elpis.

We're about to be eaten by a shark with legs when Venat drops out of goddamn nowhere and knocks the thing out. So fast I didn't even manage to capture the moment.

Hell of an entrance. I can certainly say I didn't expect to meet her like this.

Venat is apparently a former member of the Convocation who has eschewed the majority opinion and elected to remain and continue her work after retiring.

*Gaaaaaaassp!!*

Former Azem!? OMG.

Venat knows Hythlodaeus and Emet-Selch of course, and they all have a little exchanging of pleasantries, discuss the current Azem (Me! It's Past Me! AAA!), and generally make smalltalk. When suddenly Venat turns to me, and asks...

DANGER! DANGER! THE CAT IS OUT OF THE CLOSET BAG!

Fuuuuuu-

The question is met with shocked reactions from my two travelling companions. Venat explains how she reached this conclusion: She senses her own magic upon me - a traveler's ward, designed to prevent the corruption of aether - and knowing she has never met me she surmises that she must have woven the enchantment at some point in the future.

I confirm her suspicions.

Emet-Selch is taking this very seriously. He is not going to like what I have to tell him.

Venat offers her accommodations here in Elpis as a place we can go where I can tell them all my story. Venat seems to me a very lovely person. She's difficult to dislike, even if I may have some grievances with her future self.

At Poieten Oikos, Venat prepares us some tea, and the group settle in to hear my tale.

I really appreciate how this was done. The time it took for me to explain everything, and the shots of the characters shown throughout as they reacted to what I was presumably telling them. The way the mood progressed from curiosity and hope to solemn horror as each of my new friends were confronted with their fates and the future of the star.

(It made sense to me that Venat was shown specifically contrasted with her future as Hydaelyn, and Emet-Selch with the fate of the convocation as a whole, but it was especially interesting to me that Hythlodaeus was confronted with - and presumably effected the most by - Emet-Selch and his phantom Amaurot. Not his own future as a shade sacrificed to Zodiark, but that of his friend and the burden he would bear. Curious, and food for thought... bad shipper brain! Not time for that!)

I speak for a long time; until the tea has long grown cold. None of them take what I've told them particularly well, and all express doubts. Venat seems the one most inclined to credit my story as being true.

I am extremely pleased to see that she has several of the same critiques of her future self's actions as I do! Perhaps we will get along better than I expected!

Emet-Selch is not taking this well at all. Honestly, I don't blame him. He plays the role of villain in this tale, and not only is he fated to labor in grief and isolation for thousands of lifetimes, he is ultimately doomed to fail. He alone among the Convocation must carry the burdens of sanity, memory, and responsibility.

In defence of your future self; I do not think you abandoned your brethren or your duty. I think assisting me was simply a backup plan in the event that I killed you. As to why you would do something so seemingly illogical as to invite me to Amaurot in the depths of the Tempest? I think, despite it all, you desperately wanted the person you still saw as your old friend to understand you. What you were doing and why. Deep down you didn't want to kill me, but rather, you wanted me to agree with you, to convert to your side of things. As impossible as that eventuality might seem, you still had hope that we could see eye-to-eye. The friend who disagreed so strongly with your chosen course that he left the Convocation might yet return. Your people - those sundered and those imprisoned with Zodiark - might be made whole and restored to life. All could be as it was, and the world could be restored to the version you loved, when you were happy and whole.

So you invited me to Amaurot. A final attempt to force me to see what we'd lost. It wasn't about winning, or the most logical course of action; it was about a desperate hope to reclaim even the tiniest sliver of what you lost. A friendship, a connection. Pain and loneliness and grief and love were your motivations.

Emet-Selch speaks and plans logically, and rationalizes his actions in the moment. But in truth he is ruled by his emotions: he feels too strongly and too keenly. He loved so much that loss turned him into a monster.

Anyway, back to the preset, Emet-Selch storms out the door with Hythlodaeus running and calling after him.

Venat and I are left alone.

I am concerned, but Venat assures me that if Emet-Selch is truly the man Azem has led her to believe he is, we will see him again.

Fortunately, Venat seems inclined to help me. I tell her of what I've learned of Dynamis, and of Hermes' experiments with it regarding Meteion. We set about questioning the nearby researchers regarding Hermes and his activities.

Our inquiries are mostly unproductive until we chance upon a researcher whose partner once saw Hermes, late one night, sending multiple Meteia skyward. We decide to speak to the researcher personally to hear this story in full. We ascend to the skyway, and, while waiting to hear from the researcher herself, Venat and I get to talking.

Venat wants to know what the world in the future is like. She asks me to tell her about my adventures - the smaller details, as opposed to the world ending ones.

In turn, Venat tells me of her own history; she has been a scholar, one who sought to learn and discover the mysteries of the world. Through her work she feels perpetually in awe of the miracles of creation. She is the Ur adventurer; the desire to travel and learn and experience runs strong in her. And she loves fiercely all that she has come to know.

Her people are her meaning and her purpose, and they are why she cannot bring herself to return to the star. Not so long as she feels they still need her. She speculates that her future self as Hydaelyn is still waiting for a time when She can let go, confident that we can guide our own way.

Oh. That is a hell of a question.

And one I'm not given time to answer before the woman we are waiting for appears. But here...

I think it's obvious I love this game. I adore it. It's fantastic. I'm already planning to play it through again once I've finished.

But what of Rhesh'a? How does he feel?

I imagine he's still somewhat in shock. He hasn't had a moment to rest and breathe in a very long time. He's very good at compartmentalizing, bucking down and dealing with stress in emergency situations. But, now, he's approaching the end of his rope emotionally, and he's going to have a hellish reckoning to face when he finally has a chance to come to terms with all he's been through. I do not think his journey can be described in such simple terms as "good" or "bad". Worthwhile? This is his life. All he is, all he has and loves has come to him through this journey.

I will have to think on this more.

The researcher arrives! She regales us with the tale of the Meteia, shooting skywards like stars from a little isle not too far off. This must be what Hermes was talking about when he told me of Meteion's sisters, off exploring distant stars.

When the researcher had asked Hermes about his secret project, he'd told her that he needed to do more tests before answering any questions.

I am strongly suspecting that this project of Hermes' with the Meteia is related to the root cause of the Final Days, and it seems Venat agrees with me. We are going to go to the little isle to investigate some more, but I cannot yet fly in Elpis so we need some way to get me there...

Argos is less than amenable to me riding on him this time. Venat's solution is for me to fight her, and prove to Argos that I am worthy. She does not go easy on me.

Ouch.

Venat kicked my ass. This fight was not easy with a broken hand, I tell you. That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it.

Yay! Argos likes me now!

Again.

...

Oh.

Oh no.

This dog. This fucking dog, man.

I'm sorry Argos, I'm sure you're the goodest of boys, it's just that you've suddenly become a symbol of everything about to go wrong for me. I tried. I tried so damn hard to ignore it, to put it aside, but my brain can't stop assembling the pieces of the puzzle. And the picture it's creating is upsetting.

Back up a bit. I've been keeping my eye out, and I'm certain I have yet to meet anyone who could be Elidibus. But this dog. Just made me think of something. Elidibus knew to send me into the past because he remembered meeting me here. Re-framed another way; the future I come from already exists as a result of me visiting the past. It's a closed time loop. In order for me to have travelled into the past, I must always have done so. The act of me travelling into the past itself does not create a change in the timeline because that act is a pre-condition to the existence of my own future.

All very well and good, but this dog.

This dog.

This dog knew me in the future.

Argos here had to learn to respect me before he would let me ride him. In the future I come from, my past, he liked me right away. The Watcher even remarked that it was strange for him to behave that way towards me.

But I'm the WoL: I'm used to being exceptional. Why would it be strange that the otherwise unapproachable dog liked me? I am Hydaelyn's specialest little boy, after all.

But here!

He doesn't! He fucking doesn't! I am NOT the exception to the rule!

Which can only mean, that when I encountered Argos on the moon, he was remembering me having earned his respect in the past.

Right now.

I always fought Venat in the past in order to earn Argos' respect. That's why he let me ride him.

Somehow. Incredibly. Horrifyingly. After all I have done. I have not managed to change the future. The timeline has not split. Despite Emet-Selch, Hythlodaeus, and Venat all knowing exactly what is coming... and the former two at least (if not all three) explicitly not knowing that in my future... this time still leads to mine.

While I'm having my little freak out crisis, Venat and I arrive on the little island with the pretty pink tree.

Venat informs me that there are two ways to view an event in the past with my abilities. The first is what I've always experienced with the Echo, the second is utilizing the ambient aether for the same purpose. While I still can't control the ability voluntarily, Venat will help me.

I am granted a vision of Hermes and Meteion, having just sent the other Meteia off on their journeys to other stars. Their missions are to seek other intelligent lifeforms on other stars, and inquire of them their conceptions of life and what they live for. In finding these answers Hermes hopes to bring enlightenment to the peoples of this star, and improve the quality of life for all beings, not just man.

Hermes promises to hold a celebration for Meteion upon her return, and gift her a beautiful flower. I wonder if this is why she wanted to in turn gift Hermes a flower?

Returning to myself, Venat and I agree that it does not seem likely that Hermes would cause the Final Days on purpose. But we cannot rule out an accidental cause, or an oversight. In light of this, Venat suggests we fill Hermes in on my story, and seek his expertise in the field of Dynamis on this matter.

That it would not. If there is anything that can be done to prevent Hermes from becoming the Fandaniel of my time, then I would do it.

#ffxiv liveblog #rhesh'a tag #emet-selch #hythlodaeus #venat #hydaelyn #hermes #meteion #argos #baseless speculation #thoughts on lore #slowly rising panic #horrors and terrors

[twinleafteaa]

🔅⚔️The Smile of a thousand suns⚔️🔅

Zolu fanfic (Zoro x Luffy) ⚔️👒

🍚 🌟Chapter 4: You are so much🌟🍚

A couple of hours has passed - it seems as though he was in need of a good sleep, especially with all that had happened. The raven haired boy’s eyes fluttered open gently.

“Zoro.” He muttered softly as he tried to push himself up off the floor.

“You know…for telling me you never want to see me again- you sure do love saying my name.” Zoro commented. He was sat, leaning against the back wall of his cell. His voice was solid and his demeanour was a stable one - something Luffy envied.

Heavy rain could be heard from outside and the two could feel the ship rock as waves began to hit the sides of the boat. They were in the midst of the storm.

“Are we on our way to the marine headquarters yet? This place is really uncomfortable.” Luffy yawned

“We’ve been sailing for about three hours now - it looks like we’ve hit the storm.” Zoro informed. Luffy tried to get to his feet - but with the ship rocking and his hands being cuffed he couldn’t keep his balance. His attempt to stand failed, causing Luffy to slide down the back wall for support and sitting with his knees to his chest.

“Three hours? Is that it? I’m so bored of this place!” Luffy groaned

“Well you didn’t have to follow me.”

“I-I wasn’t following you!”

Luffy let out a sigh before resting his arms on his knees and pressing his crimson cheek against his forearm.

He had been backed into a corner and zoro knew it.

“Why did you come after me?” Zoro asked. Sounding a lot softer.

“Because I…I didn’t wanna see you get hurt.” Luffy mumbled into his arm.

“I won’t get get hurt - you and I both know that.” Zoro replied bluntly. Luffy let out a sharp breath, his expression was one of fear.

“I-I…” Luffy stammered.

“That stuff you said back on the sunny - about being nothing…it’s not true.” Zoro said softly.

“I-I know it’s- it’s just hard to feel like it when I was so much…” tears began to form in the captains eyes.

“You are so much.” Zoro said, looking over to his capitan with a small smile.

Hearing those words from the person he needed to - even for a small moment, brought back the euphoria.

“I-I didn’t want you to go. I wanted you to stay.” Luffy admitted. He couldn’t hold back the tears, in response he scrunched up his face to try hold them back. Zoro didn’t say anything in response, he just let Luffy talk.

“I thought you were the reason I lost gear five - I-I mean you were but not it’s not your fault! It’s mine.” Luffy tried explain but it seemed he had gotten tongue tied. Tears began to fall down Luffy’s cheeks.

What had he gotten them into.

Captured by the marines so easily, now powerless and separated from the rest of the crew.

Luffy’s expression turned to one of anger. He said nothing as he pushed himself off the floor. His aura was one of tragedy. Zoro could feel luffy’s sadness but this anger? He couldn’t quite understand where it had come from.

Suddenly a loud bang was heard. It rung though the cells.

“I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!” Luffy screamed, slamming the sea prism bars again the cage. His face was washed with red and streams of tears rolling down his face. “MARINES LIKE YOU DONT DESERVE TO SEE ME CRY!” Luffy broke down, continue to slam his entire body against the bars.

“Only took three hours for you to go insane in that cell?” One of the marines joked.

It was like a punch in the stomach- Luffy was overcome with humiliation and embarrassment. His breaths were heavy and his hair was a mess.

“You…” Luffy growled to himself, gritting his teeth and clenching his fist tightly.

“Luffy.” Zoro said, cutting the silence.

That voice.

Everything dropped.

Just like before.

Slowly, Luffy let his hands fall open. Held them up and looked and what he’d done.

He had pierced his skin with his nails and the small amount of blood had been smeared across the palm of his hands.

It was so familiar to-

“Luffy look at me.” Zoro ordered, knowing exactly what was wrong.

“It looks just like-“ luffy said, his voice sounding so empty. His hands where shaking.

Zoro reached though the bars into Luffys cell and grabbed his arm before pulling him close.

“Listen to me okay.” Zoro comforted. “Just focus on me.”

“You will be okay.” Zoro nodded as he held Luffys hands. “I’ve got you. I’ve got you every step of the way.”

“I-I didn’t want you to go I-“ luffy began.

“You’re not well right now.”

“I…I’m not.”

“You will get through this - I know you.”

“That doesn’t excuse what I did.”

“it doesn’t…But I know that isn’t who you want to be.”

“It’s not.”

“I know it’s not.”

Zoro’s hands where warm. His expression was soft - something that was awfully rare. His eyes looked down at Luffy’s hands.

“I didn’t mean to.” Luffy frowned sadly. He was expecting zoro to be angry, it was something he always warned Luffy of doing. “Are you angry?”

“No.” Zoro hummed to himself, as he looked at the small wounds on Luffy’s palm.

“You’re not?” Luffy tilted his head to one side.

“Those will be the only injuries you’ll get through all this - I promise.” Zoro nodded. His confidence infected Luffy - reassuring him that no matter what he had said or done what was most important was that they got away from the marines safely.

Without warning, the door to the prison quarters swung open. A marine soldier walked in holding a bowl of freshly cooked rice with grilled vegetables. It looked bland but the two hadn’t eaten for a while now so they wouldn’t dare turn it down. Luffys gaze stalked the marines as he walked past his cell. The marine stopped outside of zoro’s cell before offering it to him through the bars.

“WHAT!? How come he gets food and I don’t!?” Luffy huffed before pulling away from zoro.

“Your friend here turned himself in with out any annoyance - you on the other hand cause us grief anytime you’re near us.” The marine growled. Zoro took the food but he was looking rather annoyed that Luffy wasn’t being treated the same. The marine left quickly, leaving the two prisoners and the two guards.

“This isn’t fair.” Luffy moaned as he slumped down against the wall once again.

“Heh- jealous your Friend gets his last meal?” One of the guards jabbed.

“Last meal my ass.” Luffy bit back. “The food looks like trash anyway - where’s the color? The variety? What if I’m allergic and die? Then my bounty would be docked for nothing!”

“I wouldn’t worry about it - you’re not getting any food.” The marine commented.

“Allergic? The only thing you’re allergic too is brain cells.” Zoro added.

“WATCH IT!” Luffy yelled.

Luffy watched, tortured by the sight of food.

“Can you stop staring at me while I eat.” Zoro said - shoveling a spoonful of rice into his mouth. “Here.” He offered, he held the bowl out onto Luffys cell. Zoro had eaten exactly half.

“I would take it…but I can’t exactly.” Luffy smiled awkwardly, highlighting his cuffs. Zoro rolled his eyes and Luffy pushed himself up off the floor.

“Am I really going to have to feed it to you?” Zoro groaned.

“Unless you want your captain to starve!” Luffy exclaimed.

“Stop being dramatic - you won’t starve.”

“If you don’t feed me I will!”

Zoro let out a sigh before he and Luffy faced each other, the a wall of sea prism bars separating them. The green haired swordsman scooped up the rice into the spoon and then went on to feed luffy through the prison bars.

“I think this is more embarrassing than watching you cry.” One of the marine guards cringed

“Shut up! I need food so I can kick your asses!” Luffy snapped back.

“Stop talking.” Zoro lectured.

“Sorry.” Luffy said with a mouthful of rice

After eating, the two relaxed together for a few hours. Luffy was inspecting his restraints, he put his feet to them trying to push them off but it didn’t work. While zoro looked on the verge of sleeping.

“Don’t fall asleep on me! Im so bored!” Luffy complained.

“Eh? What’s that got to do with me?” Zoro replied, is eyes flicking over to a very frustrated looking Luffy.

“I don’t know - throw that bowl at the marines face - he’s pissing me off.” Luffy pouted.

“Is that an order?” Zoro asked.

“No - it’s a suggestion.”

“I’m not going to throw anything at the marines .”

“Why not?” Luffy groaned. “It’ll be entertaining.”

“They’ll shoot us and you keep forgetting that sea stone negates your powers.” Zoro reminded.

“O-Oh yeah…” luffy blushed - it was easy to forget we was on the edge of being powerless.

Moments passed and evening arrived. The two had nothing better to do so they passed the time with sleeping. Luffy was on the floor curled up in a ball, shivering as the remnants of the storm breeze haunted the hallways of the ship. Zoro, on the other hand, hadn’t moved from his position of sitting against the back wall, his eyes darted over to Luffy making sure his captain was okay…well okay as he could be before falling asleep himself.

#monkey d. luffy #onepiece fan fiction #one piece zolu #zolu fanfic #zolu #fanfiction #one piece luffy #zoro x luffy #ronoroa zoro #one piece zoro #zoro x luff #straw hat luffy #luffy #zoro

[thesoftboiledegg]

"Night Family" was a solid episode. The previews made me think it would be some creepy horror or existentialist episode (with everyone wearing matching pajamas, I thought it might end up being a simulation), and I was pleasantly surprised that it wasn't the case. The "zombie" family that surprises Rick when he's sleeping was more funny than scary.

Anyway, I love how Rick caved at the beginning just because Summer sighed and looked annoyed. This and "Bethic Twinstinct" have made it clear that Rick can't say no to his girls.

Also, damn--this has really been Rick's season so far. I suspected that because the trailer and a lot of the still images focused on him. I'm not complaining, but Morty hasn't had much to do. Even "Mort: A Rick Well Lived" was kind of iffy because it wasn't really "him." How many lines did Morty even have in this episode?

Rick and Morty had a couple of cute bonding moments, though. I totally thought the podcast scene would be from "Full Meta Jackrick." What IS that episode about?

Summer saying "I'm sorry, Rick, but your opinion means very little to me" was a brilliant callback to Rick's infamous season one line that dudebros have repeated a million times. It's basically the canon version of "I'm not arguing, I'm explaining why I'm right." (He never says that?? Stop putting it on T-shirts!) Five seasons later, Summer's throwing it right back at him.

This season has had a lot of good callbacks to previous episodes, especially Mortynight Run, which is actually one of my favorites. They're fresh and relevant to the plot instead of nostalgia-based, like "Haha, remember Mr. Meeseeks? Here he is!" Say what you will about Rick and Morty, but this show understands that memes have an expiration date.

As far as the jokes go, I'll reiterate what I've said in another post and say that season six just...isn't funny to me. This episode had some funny jokes, like Rick angrily squirting ketchup all over everyone's plates, but it also had obvious jokes that have been done a million times.

Like--ha ha, the police car plunges into a "gasoline factory" that doesn't exist in real life and just makes the situation worse. Rick would rather fuck everything up than clear his plate before putting it in the sink--yeah, I saw that coming.

I did think that Jerry writing letters to himself was cute. I wasn't a Jerry fan before seasons five and six. He's still not my favorite character, but since he's starting to drop the whole "dopey dad" routine (tbh, I think it was an act because he stood up for himself when he really wanted to), his "cute" moments seem genuine because he's not pretending to be the innocent, downtrodden husband as much.

I also loved the scene where Rick greets the device when he walks past the table in the morning. This show is great at capturing human moments like that, better than a lot of "realistic" dramas.

But yeah, overall--it's not going to go down as one of my all-time favorites, but "Night Family" is decent. It's interesting to see how the writers handle the no-portal gun challenge that they've set up for themselves. This episode has a lot of great Rick moments and focused on him more than I thought it would, plus some cool visuals and animation tricks, like Rick jumping from the police car roof in slow motion. Summer was hilariously badass. Don't fuck with Summer.

#rick and morty #rick sanchez #jerry smith #summer smith #morty smith #night family #review

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Missed You Too, Princess (Aimes Drabble)

Summary: You and the rest of the team were captured and detained by the Agency to lure Dominic Toretto out.

Notes: GIF is not mine, all mistakes are my own, suggestive themes

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You winced when your tongue unconsciously prods the cut on your inner cheek from getting decked in your face a few moments ago.

“Where the hell are we?” Roman asks, looking around at the fairly large detaining room with a couch and two vending machines in the corner.

“No idea,” Letty says with a sigh, spinning a chair around so she could sit. “Anybody got a quarter for the vending machine?” Han asks.

“Really, man? That’s what’s on your mind right now?” Roman questions, earning a glare from Han. “What, I eat when I get nervous,” Han explains.

Sounds like someone you know.

The detaining room looked familiar the more you looked around. They brought you in with a sack over your head so you couldn’t read any signage indicating where you were.

But things felt familiar, you couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

“Everything alright, Y/N?” Natasha asks, causing the group to look at you. “Yeah,” you answered after a pause.

“I’m fine,” you felt a compulsion to stare at the double sided glass. You could feel someone stare at you and it was unsettling.

It put you on the defensive. “You don’t seem fine.” Letty observes your clenched fists.

You relaxed your hands, not even realizing they were clenched. “What’s wrong?” Natasha questions.

“Nothing. Just want to know why we’re here.” You spared a glance at the window before taking a seat next to Letty.

Just as your ass touched the seat, the door squeaks open. A mass of a man emerges through the door along with three armed guards.

You recognized the man in a matter of seconds, a wide smile etched on his features when his gaze fell to you.

“Fuck me,” you dropped your head in disappointment. “I missed you too, princess.”

“I missed you too, princess.” “Princess? He know you or something?” Roman asks, standing in front of you protectively.

“Or something,” you answered. Aimes didn’t like that one bit.

But something he didn’t like even more was the blood spilling from your lip.

“I’ll be okay, Rome.” You tapped his shoulder as you stood from the chair. “Why are we here, Aimes?” You asked, crossing the room until you were standing in front of him.

His gaze softened when they meet your eyes but soon hardened when he looked at your lip again.

“Leverage against Dom. A trade. Him for you all. I’m sure he will won’t hesitate, but we took extra precautions and arranged for his son to be-“

“You son of a bitch,” Letty jumps from her chair and takes a step towards Aimes until the guards aimed their guns at her.

“Relax, as I said, it’s just a precaution. He’s watching SpongeBob and eating Fruit Loops as we speak. We just want Dominic to cooperate,” Aimes explains.

“Then why take all of us?” Han asks. “Because he would have contacted you to do something irrational like storm the Agency to get his son back. It’s clear that the team is a force to be reckoned with when you’re all together, especially you.” He state, his gaze falling back on you.

He devoured your frame with his eyes and you felt a warm pulse rush through you. He looks.. really good.

Navy blue button up, black slacks and a tactical harness hugging the swells of his biceps. You always said that navy blue was his color.

Jesus, Y/N. It’s been a year. Relax.

“Hey,” Rome warns when Aimes lifts his hand to touch you. Aimes ignores him and separates your lips with his thumb. You groaned at the sensitivity of your skin from his calloused hand.

“Who’s responsible for this?” He asks, turning around to face the guards.

“I thought I was clear that she was to be unharmed.” He adds when he’s met with silence.

He must have gotten a touch up recently because goddamn he looks good.

One of the guards finally spoke up, “We understand, sir. However it was difficult for us to follow through with her hitting the hell out of us.”

“So you’re weak? That’s what I’m hearing? What kind of man beats on a woman half their size?”

Aimes nears the guard, his arms relaxed by his side and his jaw flexing in annoyance.

“With all due respect, sir. She’s-“ Aimes hits the man in the face with his own gun before ripping it out of his hands.

He drop kicks him into the table and the man lands on the floor with a loud groan.

“Take his ass outside,” Aimes commands and the remaining two guards do as instructed, murmuring yes sir.

“I didn’t ask you to do that,” “You didn’t need to,” your eyes snapped to his and he takes a step closer to you.

Truth was, you loved when he was protective of you. It was your guilty pleasure to say the least. To have a beast of a man willing to do anything for you.

His ringed hand came up to bring your necklace out from under your shirt.

He let out a breath when he took the ring attached to your necklace into his hand, smoothing his finger over the gold material.

“Dom will be here soon. Then you’ll be free to go.” Aimee explains to the group before turning to leave.

“Bullshit,” you called, crossing your arms. You were all accomplices to an assortment of crimes. There was no way he was going to let any of you go when he has you in custody.

Aimes stops his stride and turns back around to face you. “Always one step ahead. That’s my girl.” With that, he leaves the room and whispers something to the guards outside of the door.

“Anybody care to tell me what the fuck just happened?” Rome asks. “Yeah, who was that guy? Your ex boyfriend?” Natasha asks.

“He better not be. That man is insane!” Rome explains. “Well I hate to tell you this, but,” you start, taking the ring into your hand.

“He’s my husband,”

#fast x #aimes x reader #alan richardson #black!reader

[nerdyenby]

DRS2 reactions (spoilers)

Ep 1

Ras at the shadow dojo???????? Who woulda thunk

New intro?!?!!!?!! Idk why I wasn’t expecting that, actually

The public including Pix with the missing ninja my beloved

Gosh, big Riyu will take some getting used to

Wait… is that a curious george reference??

I don’t know if I’ve heard someone outright say something isn’t good for their friend’s mental health in a cartoon before, it’s really refreshing

Casual Frohicky and Sora/Arin interactions my beloved <3

Omg Kai explaining Shang to Zane is such season one vibes

Lloyd having open and honest conversations with his students about both his and their wellbeing is so important to me

Ok, hear me out: au where baby Wu didn’t age back at an enhanced rate and gets lost at somepoint and Arin is teenage Wu

Dang it, Cinder’s kinda funny

Ep 2

I legit started happy stimming so hard at that opening shot, I’m really invested in Euphrasia’s story already and nothing’s even happened yet lol

Percival out here making the gen z solarpunk dream a reality!!!!

Lloyd calling it what it is — a panic attack — soothes something in me

Sora did really bad graffiti of cats when she was young, that’s adorable and kinda tells you everything you need to know about her

MY GIRL!!!!!!!

Euphrasia using a cane!!!! Hell yeah mobility aids!!!! (Even though it’ll probably be gone in two episodes lol)

I kid you not, I was 100% expecting Suetonius to say “resurrect… the Great Devourer” lmao

I love that the gang is (mostly) all together, but it’s a bit too many characters for a conversation, I get why they like to split them into groups

Nya grounding Lloyd :(( /pos

Kai boasting about a fight that he won a decade ago when Cinder probably doesn’t even know Ash is endlessly amusing to me

Ras is so dramatic I can’t really take him seriously

Damn, they’re letting characters get hurt, it’s kinda refreshing but it’s scary

Ep 3

Wait I didn’t see Euphrasia get captured :((

WHAT THE HELL?!???? /vpos

Strength, motion, energy, and life?!??!!??

AYOOOOOO?!?!????

Kai comforting Wyldfyre <333

We know this takes place after the mech shorts, so why hasn’t anyone mentioned Cole? He was also seen in public, so why did that conspiracy guy say he’s still missing?

Why do they keep leaving Zane behind?? He’s in his housewife era fr

Kai making sure Wyldfyre’s taken care of :((

This show is so unserious, I love it

I wasn’t feeling people calling Kai Wyldfyre’s dad after season one but…

No… Sora took Arin’s thing from him… she didn’t mean to, but he feels like he’s not special anymore :(

I’m going to pretend that was a believable amount of parts to make a mech that big

Kai getting moments with Arin and Sora my beloved

Kai’s “hey kid, nice of you to drop by” is giving the same energy as when Lloyd and Arin first met during the merge

THE WALLS ARE MOVING, REPEAT: THE WALLS ARE MOVING

These nightmare sequences are going so hard

Nya being the first one to realize it isn’t real when her nightmare is reality, I’m screaming

Riyu comforting Wyldfyre <333

Nya best sister award when

Ep 4

My boys!!!!!

THE found family of all time

IF ANYTHING HAPPENS TO MY CHILDREN I WILL RIOT

Seeing Kai and Nya fight so smoothly together is so special after how much they and Lloyd were tripping over each other when they first reunited

Basketball?!??!!??!!!

Autistic Arin real and true

I love Bonzle so much

Geo is such a lil bastard actually /pos, makes more sense why he and Cole are a thing, knowing Cole’s taste in men

COLE!!!!!!

Cole will never stop being overpowered, it seems, he deserves it tbh

Censorship pog /hj

“Not funny, Wyldfyre” “Not joking, Sora” the sheer cousin vibes in this interaction are too much to handle

Lloyd PLEASE just mention being 1/4 dragon, it will almost certainly get Egalt on board, I am begging

Glacier reunion!!!!!!!

Ep 5

I wanted a more emotional reunion, but they’ve probably seen each other off screen (or I’m just forgetting a scene from the shorts)

Zane, why are you still carrying that doll like it’s your child??

Bonzle my beloved, she’s says that so deadpan I don’t actually have any questions

Wyldfyre my beloved

I would die for Bonzle

Cole and Geo holding hands 😭😭😭😭😭

Is Egalt the motion source dragon?? Probably not tbh but I’d believe it

Man’s spitting facts, flatearthers are going to lose their shit

“Little fire man” IM DYING OH MY GOD

Wait when does this take place? My first instinct is while the ninja were in the Never Realm but idk if we’ll actually find out

“Friends can become like family?” “Definitely” IM SOBBING ON THE FLOOR

Letting Arin be angry is so important

Cole shutting down Bonzle’s suicidal thoughts without hesitation “no, you are loved and needed. We will find a way to protect you” <333

The physical affection in DR is so dear to me

Human sacrifices???? In MY lego show?????

Ep 6

Wyldfyre struggling with her body’s limits is really relatable as a young disabled person

FOREHEAD TOUCH :((

Plot twist: where the other ninja are right now is Mysterium and they have that tua meme of two cars passing each other moment

Damn, that exchange hit hard as a former gifted kid. Sometimes having someone believe in you hurts. You’re not just letting yourself down, but them, too

Nya just fucking bodyslamming Kai, Egalt didn’t know what he was getting into pitting the world’s most competitive siblings against each other

“The Finders are like my family” *looks at Zane* “My other family” screaming, crying, sobbing on the floor

Oh no

Wait yeah, why are they thirsty if Zane can just make ice for them to chew on? At least Cole and Jiro, idk if Bonzle needs water

The nonbinary pirate!!!

Cole CANNOT escape the performing arts fr fr

Ep 7

Bonzle is giving transgender

That is the most Jay and Cole thing I’ve ever heard it, it’s so in character it almost feels out of character

Arin and Sora going through the exact same thing and trying and failing to not take it out on each other :( it’s ok tho, the real ones are the ones you can be snippy with and love regardless

Wyldfyre referring to the ninja as “Kai’s friends” honey, they’re your friends too, I promise

Anyone who calls Wyldfyre dumb can fuck off, she’s so perceptive and intelligent and is really good at connecting others when she truly wants to

Bonzle’s mom <33333

Bonzle’s smile when her mom compliments her name <3333

Who you calling stolen equipment bitch?????

Lil Kai and Nya!!!!!!

Nya’s so proud of him!!!!! I could cry

Kai being the first to achieve it because fire is an element under motion’s domain methinks

Oh you bigoted son of a bitch

Zane why are you considering it????? Honey

What the fuck did you do to Jiro??!?!!!

JAY?!?!!???

Ep 8

NOOOO 😭😭😭

There’s literally a nindroid agent right there????

The og musical cue playing when Jay comes back <3

Jay on his Euphrasia arc, this is highkey breaking my heart though

I’m counting this as a fakeout death and you can’t stop me

Are you kidding me???!!!? How many times is Jay going to be one room away from the ninja

Lloyd SHUT UP /aff

“And cursed!!” She says cheerfully, this lady is an icon

The subtitles keep calling Cole Kai, what is this, season one??

Ep 9

Aww, baby Ras (trying desperately to not care about him)

Oh ok, he’s making my job easier

Poor Wyldfyre :(

I love this trio so much, their banter is so good

Lloyd honey, fighting it is making it worse

Nya holding him through his panic attack :((

I was expecting Cole to deny that it was him, the earth is going through it

The disco toaster!!!!!

Heck yeah Riyu!!!

I love them so much it’s not even funny

“What’s your elemental power, imperviousness to sarcasm?” She just called him autistic in 13 languages (I’m autistic, dw guys)

“First time driving?” “Believe it or not, no” Bonzle and Arin my beloved

I’m a touch disappointed Wyldfyre’s perfectly fine now as someone with chronic pain, but I’m glad it was handled as well as it was and it’s a really important lesson for younger audiences that pushing your body while it’s in pain only makes it worse

The silent exchange of Cole suggesting Zane takes the parrot potion is endlessly funny but also sad considering it’s probably the closest well get to talking about the Falcon

Cole turning into a puppy who cheered?!???

“At least you’re adorable” “I’m always adorable” get a room /aff

Tournament of elements flashbacks

The workplace gossip omg, Cinder really out here beefing with a 16 year old

Don’t you even fucking dare

MY BABIESSSSSS

Ep 10

Arin mistaking Lloyd and Nya for his parents hurts :(

Oh no… I mean, it was obviously coming but it’s still very bad

WYLDFYRE POPPING OFF!!!!! THIS GIRL NEEDED HER ENRICHMENT

Let Euphrasia do stuff 2024

Wyldfyre jumping in front of Kai and protecting him

The basketball practice coming in handy lol

The fight cinematography in DR is fucking superb

KAI D: (he’ll be fine, I believe)

Nya!!!!!

BONZLE MVP!!!!

I was prepared for Rontu and Egalt to stay dead, the breath I let out when the stone cracked was unparalleled

Are we legit not getting Kai back????

Cole and Lloyd hug!!!!!

RAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH

Oh no… that lie is going to hurt when it comes out

Kai and Bonzle!!!!

Not like Master Wu says, like Lloyd says ;-; /pos

#ninjago #ninjago dragons rising #dragons rising spoilers #caps #cw caps

[brrrkdslek]

QUADRILATERAL LOVE!

✦ 028 — MUTHER DID WHUT⁉️🫠

you turn your attention from your phone to the tv. you watched as your members smiled and bowed before leaving the stage, feeling your stomach churn at the sight of them being on stage performing while you couldn't.

the mcs announced the next group, which was ateez. your worries and doubts came rushing into your brain. when would you be able to go back on stage? will you even have the chance to go back?

you bit your lip in frustration as you turn your attention back to the tv, smiling to yourself when you see them onstage. you sway side to side as bouncy starts to play. you listen to the music and their singing while watching them perform.

as seonghwa's part came on, you bounced excitedly on the sofa. you always loved his part, you loved the rap, the beats and oh lord his vocals. it gets you every time. suddenly, your phone rang beside you. you looked at the unknown number on your phone, swallowing nervously you picked up the phone.

"hello?" "is this l/n y/n?" you bit your lip anxiously, "ah, yes. who is this?" "i'm a nurse calling from bucheon hospital. i assume your mother is l/n minji, correct?" you mumbled a small yes before she continued, "we found her in her apartment this morning passed out. we conducted some tests and would appreciated if you could come over-"

you dropped your phone. what? wait- what did she say? you glanced back at the tv as seonghwa shot a finger heart towards the camera, smiling sweetly. normally you would've captured a picture and giggled to yourself.

suddenly your legs started moving on its own. you scrambled into your shared bedroom with chaewon as you got dressed, as if on autopilot.

you dashed out of the dorms in a hurry with tears prickling your eyes. you ran to the nearest bus station. the timing was perfect as a bus arrived immediately. you bit your lip, peeling off your dead skin under your mask.

you sniffled and wiped your face as you looked out the window. there was really no reason for you to go nor cry for her, since she practically ruined your life. your eyelids felt heavy as you leaned against the window and drifted to sleep.

you sprinted towards the hospital when you arrived, taking you one hour and fifteen minutes. the nurse quickly walked you down the hallways leading to your mom's hospital room as she explained her situation.

"i don't know if you know but ms. l/n is an alcoholic, smoker and drug addict. as you know, these addictions take quite the toll on a woman her age. and―" your eyes widen and you feel your heart drop. you don't know why, you suddenly felt scared, terrified even.

she sighed and stopped in front of her room. she rubbed your shoulder as she continued, "―she only has one to two months left to live... we tried everything- her body's just too damaged for anything, i'm sorry."

you looked down for a moment before nodding your head, "i'll leave you be now." you walked in as she closed the door behind you. you stare at your sleeping mother's body and cringed physically.

she looked so different from the last time you had seen her, which was over five years ago. you sat on the chair at her bedside and held her cold and boney hand in yours.

you tear up as you look at the tubes in her nose and the iv which was stabbed into her wrist. she looked, absolutely terrible... for some reason you felt bad, as if it was your fault.

you rubbed her hand, trying to squeeze in some warmth. she slowly opened her eyes as you stayed quiet, waiting for something. her eyes soften for a split second when she saw you, only to tear her hand away from yours as she adjusts the bed to sit up.

you sighed and stood up, "what are you doing here?" you rolled your eyes as that was the first thing she said to you after almost five fucking years. you walked towards the large window and looked out of it.

you stared at a woman with a small child in the garden, you couldn't hear it but you knew they were laughing. the elder began chasing the small child around as they played, you always wanted to play with your mother too.

even before your brother was born, she was never the affectionate type. she never showed that she cared and only ever yelled at you when you made mistakes. it hurt you physically and emotionally.

but what hurt the most was when she'd beat you after your dad left. apparently when he found out your mother was pregnant again, he decided to leave her. typical bastard. you never minded until your brother was born.

you were actually surprised when you found that he was healthy when he was born. of course, your mother still beat you despite having his around. not that you expected anything different. "did you know?"

she knew well what you meant and only glared at you for a second before nodding. "what? why would you- i..." you were flabbergasted. she knew she was dying and still drank her ass off? what? you didn't understand. no, you couldn't understand.

she turned away at your burning gaze, "it doesn't matter if i tell you now, does it?" your brows furrowed as you clenched your fists. "what, what do you mean?" "you never told me when you ran away either, so why should i?"

you scoffed, "how can you be so petty when your life is literally on the line?" she turned to you, offended. "me? i'm being petty? what about you―" she stood up and walked towards you.

jabbing her finger into your chest as she glared at you, "―who abandoned her family and kidnapped her brother, huh? how about that?" you felt your face grow hotter by the minute.

you slapped her hand away, how could she say that? "you're seriously using that? actually, tell me. why did we even need to run away in the first place?"

you crossed your arms and leaned against the window as she sat on the chair. "hmm, i don't know. maybe because you abused us and refused to take him to a hospital when he needed to?" your brows knit together as you watched her.

"you know why i couldn't bring him to a hospital, y/n. don't bring that into this." "money was not the problem, you were the problem! you refused to take care of him because of that bastard!" her eyes widen as hot tears rolled down your face.

"i was so worried! i watched him cough blood for the next two weeks, because you don't do anything other than fucking beat us up!" you kicked the chair as it crashed on the ground.

"do you even- are you even glad that we're doing well?" "i am." "no you're not. you fucking liar." you grabbed your purse before leaving the hospital.

you were flustered at what you did back there. you snapped at her and walked out. she was the one who always walked out on you ever since you became a self-functional child, but you had never walked out before.

she always forgot to pick you up after kindergarten and missed most of your graduations, so you never expected her to be around anyways.

as you neared your station, you pull out your phone to find swarms of messages from all your colleagues. you were really tired and decided to drop by at boomi's hospital before heading back.

you sent a short message to manager park to reassure him your safe and sound before switching off your phone. you really didn't want to hear another notification pop up as of now.

it was around 7pm when you arrived at the hospital. you entered his room seeing the boy curled up in his blankets and stuffie, snoring quietly.

you giggled at the sight before sitting next to him, stroking his head. he suddenly cracked an eye open, startling you. "baby- oh, did i wake you?" "mmh, no..." he rubbed his eyes before sitting up.

"i missed you..." he mumbled and crawled on your lap, getting comfortable. "i missed you too bub, get back to bed, okay?" you put him back to bed as you readied yourself to leave.

just then, he reached a hand out to tug on your sleeve, "can you stay tonight? i really missed you, noona..." he shot you the cutest puppy eyes, immediately stabbing an arrow through your heart.

you got comfortable beside him as you put him to bed. humming soft tunes and melodies before drifting off yourself.

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#ateez smau #hongjoong x reader #jongho x reader #san x reader #seonghwa x reader #mingi x reader #wooyoung x reader #yeosang x reader #yunho x reader #ateez fanfic #ateez x reader #ateez

[wordstro]

[6] post apocalypse + ex!san au + "is that a threat?"

part 5 | masterlist | part 7

a/n: 4k words, no warnings this chapter, just cussing and build up lol

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"yeosang?" your voice hitches around his name. despite the disappointment, the familiarity of his voice gives you hope - something you're sure san would have berated you for if he was on the other end anyway.

"yes," yeosang sounds impatient, high strung. he says, "you didn't answer my question."

you wonder, for a moment, if he knows. you wonder if he'll care to help. he doesn't owe you anything anymore. that's the kind of world you're in. still, the hope is there. it sits with the thought in your head that he answered. yeosang still answered.

you explain how you were captured, gaze flitting to the dark entrance of the room. just in case. you don't give him all the details, just how you woke up to hongjoong and he'd brought you to the sanctuary. you're sure yeosang, of all people, knows what this place is like more than anyone. even you. you don't need to explain it to him.

there's silence on the other end of the walkie talkie, before the static fills the room and yeosang says, voice crackly, quiet, "where are you right now?"

"a jail cell. the whole place is a repurposed jail, though i'm sure you know that."

"fuck," yeosang curses, "they must have moved locations."

you blink, "what?"

"it used to be a gated apartment community."

"oh, well i didn't see where exactly we were. just a forest. a lot of it. when...during tonight's..."

"shipment?" yeosang finishes for you. his voice is strained.

"yeah, i saw it then." your fingers curl around the thin blanket on your lap, "the trees are tall."

another long pause, before yeosang finally speaks, "i'm sorry, y/n."

"why are you sorry?" you scoff into the walkie, leaning your head against the cold stone wall of the jail cell as you stare at where you remembered the entrance to the room was. "you didn't know this would happen."

yeosang doesn't say anything this time either. for a moment, all is silent, and the only sound in the room is your staggered breathing and the distant laughter beyond the walls of your jail cell. yeosang couldn't have possibly known this would happen. right?

yeosang says, "we're gonna get you out of there."

you sit up at that, shaking your head, nearly dropping the walkie talkie in your haste to press the button. "no! wooyoung mentioned you used to be here. you can't come back here. not after what i've seen and what wooyoung said about this place. not for a stranger like me."

"wooyoung is just annoyingly overprotective," yeosang says, scoffing, "he doesn't know shit. besides i still owe you for saving mingi's life."

"you already repaid that debt."

"a couple pieces of bread and a single night's sleep is not equivalent to saving mingi's life."

"i know," you sigh at his annoyed tone, "i just...you don't owe me anymore. i don't want anything from you."

"i do owe you." yeosang says, tone adamant and clear. there's no talking him out of it. he continues, before you can click the button to speak, "can you describe the jail to me? they must have given you a tour."

you don't comment on his knowledge, or the fact that at least seonghwa and hongjoong appear consistent in their creepy methods. you just say, "fine, yeah."

you tell him everything you remember of the layout of the sanctuary. you curl up against the corner of the bed, against the wall, and speak in hushed tones. afterwards, he says nothing about the information you've given him. yeosang just says, "check in with me every night, okay? in the meantime, i'm going to get the other's input on how to do this."

you think of san. wooyoung's comments about why they helped you when they did. somehow you don't think wooyoung will be too keen on helping to get you out. not when it'd put yeosang and mingi back in harm's way. "you really think they'll help?"

"i'm charming as fuck, y/n," yeosang says, "they'll help."

you still doubt it, but you smile into the walkie talkie as you say, "thank you."

"don't thank me." yeosang says, "anyways, i'll hang up now. just remember one thing. some people there don't agree with seonghwa and hongjoong. find them. it'll make things easier."

you were surprised at him mentioning seonghwa and hongjoong when you never really mentioned them by name, but yeosang used to be in the same position as you. of course he'd know them.

he seemed so sure of dissenters. you'd seen the crowd at the shipment. no one seemed opposed to it. you frown, "like who?"

a long pause. your stomach curls a bit at the pause.

"anyone you can." yeosang finally says, "just be careful."

"okay. bye."

he doesn't respond and take that as your queue to turn off the radio, tucking it away. you wonder, for a moment, if he was thinking of anyone in particular. that would make sense wouldn't it? but then again, if yeosang and mingi got out, why wouldn't he bring anyone else he cared about with him? yeosang did not seem the type to leave anyone behind. that much was evident from the circumstances you met him in. he would have died rather than leave mingi there.

you sleep that night with just a little bit less fear in you, naïve as that may be in the kind of place you're trapped in.

~.~.~.~.~

"rise and shine!"

you jolt awake to the sound of metal clanging against metal. you scowl at hongjoong. he pockets the knife he used to bang against the jail cell bars (wooyoung's knife, of course) and he grips the bars, leaning in. he grins, wide and sharp and not even a night away from him has lessened the impact of his crazed smile.

"what the hell?"

"you have work to do, sweetheart," hongjoong says, pushing himself back from the cell. he digs out the keys and the jail cell door creaks open.

you remain seated at the furthest corner of the tiny bed, watching him, "like?"

hongjoong crosses his arms over his chest, "making up for all the rules you broke yesterday. you're new, so seonghwa is allowing you some...relief, but you doesn't mean you're getting away with it?"

"what rules?" you sit up at that.

"lying to me. interrupting seonghwa. speaking in the library." hongjoong taps his chin, "wasting food. that's a big one. personally i think you deserve at least a finger chopped off for that one."

you blink, "how am i supposed to know what the rules are if you didn't bother telling me?"

hongjoong shrugs, says, "how am i supposed to give you punishments until you talk then?"

that makes you pause. the honesty of it all is ironic. he doesn't even sugarcoat it.

"is that what you and seonghwa are planning then? to force me to speak?"

"my methods don't require force, y/n. i'm good at getting people to talk all on their own. though that's only if you're on your best behavior. i don't recommend acting out."

you stare at him, "is that a threat?"

hongjoong smiles quite sweetly, "absolutely. glad we're on the same page."

then hongjoong flashes his sharp teeth, taps the bars of the jail cell, the clanging echoing between you both, and he says, "now let's hurry. breakfast will be served soon and you wouldn't want to miss it. get dressed. i'll be outside."

~.~.~.~.~

"are you kidding me?"

you stare at the outhouses, manned only with a flimsy mop, a water bucket with barely any soap, and a pair of elbow length latex gloves. you'd attended breakfast and ate everything off your plate, wary of hongjoong's presence. breakfast is where the members of the sanctuary are given their daily tasks. since you're being punishments for bad behavior, you've been given the shitty tasks. literally.

breakfast, aside from the threat, had given you a chance to scope out the other people in the sanctuary. you couldn't see how any of these people would go against seonghwa or hongjoong. they bowed to him as he passed and greeted him warmly. when seonghwa arrived with the daily task assignments, they looked at him with such reverence it reminded you of the night before and you nearly threw up your breakfast. the dining hall was set up like an array of picnic tables beneath a large roof. you think this used to be the prison yard. now it looked like a picnic spot in the parks, from back before. you'd spotted the man from last night, jongho, near the fruits. he was nodding as someone spoke to him, but his eyes kept flitting across the room. he'd met your gaze, briefly, and he'd smiled kindly. it was strange, but not unwelcome. no one else really smiled at you here. they all eyed you in indifference, a strange thing to encounter after months and months of no human interaction. still you'd looked away from jongho when he smiled.

hongjoong directed you to your tasks, and now here you are. you mutter, "i'd rather clean up blood in your torture chamber."

"of course you would." hongjoong says, his gaze narrowing. then he wrinkles his nose, waves a hand in dismissal, and leaves you to clean the outhouses while trying to keep from suffocating.

~.~.~.~.~

days, maybe weeks, passed of you trying to keep from breaking any rules. you'd half expected hongjoong to make up rules to break just so he could punish you, but he found his amusement in other ways. like clanging wooyoung's knife against the jail cell doors every night and cackling as he woke you to walk you to breakfast or to do an early morning task. every night he sat beside you at the shipments and told you exactly what the person did to get the injuries they had, why they were being "shipped". every night. without fail.

every night, you'd sit in your little jail cell bed - you hadn't bothered asking for an actual room, since hongjoong had it out for you - and you'd check in with yeosang. the exchange was only a couple sentences long. you couldn't fault yeosang for wanting to hang up so quickly, but you also hated how much you relied on those check-ins for a modicum of sanity. you'd tried speaking to the other people there, but all they did was sing praises for hongjoong and seonghwa. they scared you. what scared you most was that every night, after the shipment and hongjoong's taunting, seonghwa would tell stories to the crowd, especially to the handful of children, and you'd sit there sometimes, and you'd understand why they listened to him.

seonghwa was sweet to the children, to everyone really, and his voice was gentle. he was kind, at least on the surface. and, you found yourself falling into the lull of security his very presence brought. whenever that happened, it made you angry. at seonghwa and the sanctuary, and more importantly at yourself for falling for his charms and the image he created, even just a little bit.

one night, you were walking back along the beaten footpath, the stars shining bright. you still did not dare to look at the sky. you wondered often how the sanctuary managed to keep the fog and those things in the sky away. there really was no explanation provided other than seonghwa's benevolence. you'd tripped and someone grabbed your arm and you'd looked up and it was seonghwa. you'd snatched your arm back, and he gave you a sweet smile.

you'd said, "that story was nice. i liked the movie too. what was it called again?"

"whatever do you mean?"

"that was definitely the plot to the lady and the tramp."

you expected seonghwa to glare at you. he only let out a small laugh and shrugged. "they don't know that. that's all that matters."

"do you do that often?"

"what?"

"not tell them the truth," you'd stared at him, ignoring the voice in your head telling you to stop trying to antagonize seonghwa, "it's funny because you'd think the man who takes people's tongues for lying wouldn't dare lie himself."

seonghwa stopped walking, and you came to a halt too. everyone else was long gone, and the silent darkness made every hair on your body stand on end in anticipation of an attack. no matter how long you did this, that instinct would remain, you think.

"how will the truth help?" seonghwa eyed you then with a hint of mirth - the first time you've seen an ounce of true negativity on his face. "that is what i ask myself before i lie. i don't do it to protect myself or my interests. i do it because i want to keep my people safe, mentally, emotionally, and physically. if a white lie will keep them from worrying then so be it."

"i'm sure the threat of dismemberment helps with that too, huh?"

"a society can't progress without a justice system in place. i know you believe it harsh, but it exists for a reason. if i didn't keep everyone in line, do you know what would happen?" seonghwa crossed his arms, watching your expectantly.

you shook your head.

he said, "chaos. death. the fog. it's happened once before, so I had to make security tighter and the rules more strict."

"it happened before?"

seonghwa looked at you strangely then, as if he thought you should know the answer to your own question. his eyes flickered over your expression for a long moment before he shook his head.

"in a world of chaos and uncertainty," seonghwa pressed a hand to your shoulder. you'd shrugged it off, and he smiled, "strict rules keep the peace. it gives structure. people need structure. you'll never understand, and i will tolerate that. for now."

then he walked on ahead of you, and you had this churning feeling in your stomach, and this awful urge to run. one thing you learned staying here was that you actually missed wandering ghost towns and cities and losing track of time. here you felt trapped. you were trapped. like a caged bird surrounded by vultures who all knew things you did not.

that same night, after you'd checked in with yeosang, you asked the question you'd been wondering about since he answered.

"why do you have the walkie talkie?"

you didn't think he'd answer. it was silent long enough that you figured he wouldn't.

"what do you mean?" yeosang's voice was quiet, even with the radio static going through it.

"the only walkie talkie this can connect to is it's pair," you explained. you paused, before you added, "that's why i thought san picked up."

you took your finger off the talk button, and waited.

yeosang did not answer.

~.~.~.~.~

you had to do the dishes, and fill the water jugs with water from the well at the back of the sanctuary. you'd think whoever the designed the place would put the wells and the kitchens closer together. you struggle with the pails. filling the water jugs was a task that took all day. your only breaks would be meal breaks and then you'd have to wash the dishes after and get more water for the water you've lost to the dishes.

you set the two buckets in your hands down, wiping at the sweat in your eyes.

you were contemplating just collapsing right then and letting hongjoong chop your head off or whatever. it was hot, and your shirt was sticking to your back, and you wanted to curl up and cry, especially ever since yeosang stopped checking in with you since you asked the question. a part of you whispered that you should tell them where you got the knife from. it's the least you could do if yeosang decided to throw you to the wolves with no way out.

you sit there, sprawled on the dry grass, and just as you're catching your breath and trying to keep your emotions at bay, a shadow blocks the sun from your covered eyes. you jolt, scrambling to sit up.

it isn't hongjoong or seonghwa, and you slump back at the realization.

instead, it's the man from the punishment warehouse. jongho. you manage to finally get a good look at him. his short dark hair, stocky build, and sweet smile. he only grins down at you.

you blink. he gestures at the buckets, motions at himself, and bends at the knees, pretending to pick it up.

"you want to help?" you ask.

he nods, grinning so wide, his gums show.

"okay," you say, unable to help your own grin. "if you want."

he nods vigorously.

he reaches a hand out to you first, and you let him help you up. he then reaches for both buckets and easily hauls them up on his shoulders. you gape at him, "where were you four hours ago?"

he grins, raising a brow. over the course of the rest of the day, you learn that although jongho cannot speak, he is a very expressive person. he's sweet, and probably the most normal person here. you can't imagine what kind of monster would carve out the tongue of someone like this.

after dinner, you take a seat beside jongho instead of sitting alone. jongho grins, all gums and smiling eyes. you look around, a habit you've taken on to pinpoint where hongjoong was before you did anything. hongjoong stares back at you, brows furrowed into a glare. maybe he didn't like that you had a friend. hongjoong was certainly petty enough.

you wanted to spend that night's shipment sitting with jongho, keen on avoiding hongjoong's company. however, jongho pulled out a little notebook and wrote that he had to work. you did not want to acknowledge exactly what kind of work he was doing. instead you'd nodded and waved him goodbye, suppressing a shudder. despite your liking to jongho, he still did something that scared you. even if it was an assigned task, it still reminded you of where you were and your status in this place. once jongho left, hongjoong slid into the seat next to you, his expression livid.

he says, "you really don't want to tell me where you got the knife from?"

"i don't know where i got it from," you say, keeping your eyes on seonghwa as he strides with the utmost grace to the front.

hongjoong say, "i see. all right then."

his tone is sinister, the kind of tone that makes a chill run down your spine. you watch him slip away, into the warehouse door, and your skin crawls.

~.~.~.~.~

"y/n."

it's yeosang. after days of no contact. you want to cry. you'd truly thought he'd ditched you in this place.

"sorry, something...happened. but we have a plan set, and we're going to get you out of there soon."

"are you going to tell me the plan?"

"no, not yet. you can't know until it's underway."

"are you kidding me?" you snap, fingers curling into fists at your lap, "i've been sitting here in the dark for weeks, yeosang. i deserve to know something."

"you can't fucking know the plan."

"then answer the fucking question i asked you before you disappeared for days. give me some kind of answer for something."

maybe you're taking out your frustrations on cryptic comments and threats on yeosang, maybe you're just in a bad mood. but the frustration bubbles over and you have to force yourself to keep your voice down, fingernails digging into the palm of your hand.

"the walkie?"

"yes."

"oh, san gave it to me a long time ago. i needed a radio at the time." yeosang says is so simply. you deflate at his tone and response. at the way you're acting over something so trivial. so childish. you feel awful.

you drag a hand over your face, "sorry, it's been hard in here. i hate not knowing what's going on."

"you'll know soon enough, okay, y/n?" yeosang sighs, "just not yet. so leave it for now."

you roll your eyes, "fine."

"good night."

this time you do not respond.

~.~.~.~.~

"i'm going to fucking kill him."

jongho glances at you, eyes widening at your words. you are elbow deep in dirty laundry suds, your hair sticking to your face, the midday sun beating down on your back, and sweat dripping down your safe. jongho waves at you in bewilderment.

but your gaze is on the man restrained next to hongjoong. hongjoong is giving a tour of the sanctuary to the restrained man. at least, you think, hongjoong is consistent.

"under way my ass. are you fucking kidding me?," you hiss, when he comes closer and your suspicions are confimed.

it's choi san.

the man in the restraints is none other than choi fucking san. no wonder yeosang wanted to keep the plan from you. why the hell was san here? why would he have agreed to a plan in the first place? was he accidentally captured?

hongjoong brings him closer, sweeping a hand over you and jongho. san meets your eyes first, tilting his head. you bite back a scowl.

hongjoong smacks his hand against san's back, laughing, and says, "say hello to your new job and coworkers for the next month for that nasty kick you got in. hope you enjoy it."

choi san struggles against his restraints, a purpling bruise growing on his cheek that you cannot look away from, his dark hair in his eyes. as hongjoong yanks him forward. somehow, he still has the audacity to scowl at you. your fingers curl into fists and you stare after him, questions running through your mind.

all you can think of right then is: what the hell kind of plan is this?

#ateez scenarios #ateez angst #san angst #san #ateez

[hoenn-hakase]

what was the TPP moment that gave you the most writing fuel? one that still rly sticks in ur head. (feel free to ramble)

Gosh, that's both super hard and super easy to answer! Twitch Plays Pokemon has had SOOOO many memorable moments that immediately come to mind that have captured my imagination or turned into a major part of my lore, there's just too many to name. However, there's a lot of moments that mean so much to me but I haven't written anything (or at least not published it) about those moments. I think I have fics either plotted out in my head or partially written for just about every single Randomized Run we've done because rattling the formula always brings out some of the coolest concepts and creativity within the community. Like I have an entire backstory and character arc for Lorekeeper James from Randomized Alpha Sapphire, which a lot of people fell in love with this random Bug Catcher suddenly getting boss music. Or when Trevor in Randomized Y turned out to be the Flare Admin we had to fight at the Poke Ball Factory, but then we had a crash and my heart just breaks thinking about the scene afterward where we went "back in time" to before all the kids met up at the park. And now Trevor, Calem, and Venus all awkwardly trying to pretend nothing happened while staring each other down with the utmost scrutiny as each wonders if the other two is aware of what happened. But don't worry, all this causes him to have a bit of a breakdown and soul searching before turning against Team Flare to go rescue Abomasnow. Or even as recently as Randomized Violet+ and how I've been a bit obsessed with Terra and her misadventures for the last few months and her showing up again as the host for Super Gauntlet Ruby is not helping that. Heck, Randomized Platinum was probably the biggest world building run for my lore it's one of the three establishment fics I've had partially started that I feel needs to be either written or fully explained to point to why the Haji TPP Verse is the way it is! And hhhnnngggg.... so much more...

Of course there's also a difference between the lore to come out of things (which I've written for after being inspired by other authors or artists in the community) and the onscreen moments that seemed to change everything. And while I have a lot of runs I love, a few I can point to as "THIS still hits hard" are things like my very first fanfic I posted to the TPP subreddit was in the aftermath of Leech King's death. I remember being at work, plotting out an entire series that would follow Abe and the others trying to get to the bottom of who had her murdered and why, having Alakazam and Venomoth that joined around the same time being hired detectives, and ICU coming into her own as the heir to the throne and whatnot, but it didn't get very far and even looking back was pretty bad writing. I did eventually get around to writing the post game like I wanted with my Much Ado About Blue series so that's definitely continued to be a wealth of writing fuel. Heck, when I started my Connections series, the inspiration was from Faba kicking our ass eight ways to Sunday in Waning Moon and the feeling there was probably a personal connection there. But I literally only planned for like seven chapters if even that because I didn't expect myself to start novelizing the run as a way to lead up to that moment. Originally the plan was to skip between certain cutscenes to establish lore on Quips. (My doc is still simply labeled "Hau" even though the story has grown since then.) But for moments? I mostly do angst and dramas anyway, but one piece I'm rather proud of and STILL upset about is my short for the ending of Pyrite. Ugh, the bitterness and how everyone and their dog had an opinion on the ending of that run and poor Eeyup getting dropped after we finished instead of getting some kind of proper send off or victory lap. Or on the note of Evan and Azure, this spur of the moment piece that's kind of hinted at. I love when I'm archiving runs and something comes up like a Glitch or crash, or something so unexpected I just INSTANTLY get the idea and need to write a short for it.

But I must say when I read this question, the first thing that came to mind was my novel for Blazed Glazed. Holy crap, this Run changed a lot of things for me. For one, being an original ROM hack means there's an entire world that has been a fountain of writing fuel for me I intend to get back to eventually. Who are these original characters? What is their story? How does Tunod work? How does it connect to other games it made a guest appearance in? Team Fusion showed up in RW2 meaning there's a whole history there with these guys. I made special edits of the Team leaders. It's kind of insane because I had written stuff for other runs before, obviously, but this was like all consuming on my brain. And you know what started it off? ...I started watching the VODs because it seemed like there wasn't much talk about it for me to know what was happening. We got our starter, met with THE INVENTOR, met Blake (our NPC partner for the long haul) and suddenly there was a Glitch. I was already intrigued by the opening, but when the Inventor was supposed to follow and instead became frozen and uninteractable, my mind started running. I paused my viewing and started writing. It's by far the longest series I've written and what made it so fascinating in a way was writing as I watched meant there are several points I didn't know where the story was going. So I may plan on something, but then it didn't turn out that way so how do I rework the script to account for the unexpected character appearances? Freezes? Glitches? How about a random detour to find specific teammates? And don't get me wrong, like most games, the actual plot can seem vague or even silly in the writing sometimes, but then that makes it fun to try to flesh out what the deeper reasoning could be for why something is happening? And then tying it into the larger TPP universe has just been... ahh~ <3

Anyway, this has gotten really long but I hope that answers your question. I'm sorry this kind of turned into one big shameless plug. Dang I've written a lot, but I love this fandom so much. I can't even ;w;

#twitch plays pokemon #haji babble #questions #This was such an interesting dive through memory lane for me #thank you

[lgcminki]

minki schedules a private interview with seo youngjae.

it's been a long time.

a part of minki thinks he's making a mistake, scheduling a private interview when there are many things that he should be considering and rethinking this moment. is the stage truly meant for him, can he achieve it alone now? he doesn't know, he can't even begin to find the answers to this question so late into the game—but there's no way out. sure, he can just take a pause to figure it out, but that feels fundamentally wrong too. so many thoughts to sort out and not enough energy.

maybe that's why he's here. maybe that's why he wants to try this out. he can't end it himself, this dream of his that he had been chasing for all of his life—maybe he needs legacy to end it for him. it's dramatic; almost as if this is his last chance. it could be, depending on how this will go.

but he wants to try—to make one last attempt. he wants to see if he can make it on his own, without the haunting images of his old friend plaguing his mind.

so he braces himself for the first question.

"why are you interested in being in NEWKIDS NEWDREAMS?"

minki knows the answer to this all too well, has been pondering over it before he took his seat. "i think it's about time. like a... this is it moment," he explains. "ah, i suppose that's a little too vague, sorry about that. who wouldn't be interested in joining a group and debuting, finally?" that's the truth, or at least half of it. "it's been a while since i've been in legacy, so i'd be lying if i said it's not because i want to leave the back stage and actually be a part of the stage. it's just about whether i will shine or not." more than ever, minki feels it now. if he gets dropped here, he'll have to think of what he truly wants to do in the future. "i want to get out there, and see how the stage looks from the other side. i want to know if i can make it too." [100]

"considering the current confirmed members, what can you add to the formation ON AND OFF stage if you are picked?"

"hm, i guess my answer would be passion." that sounds kind of corny now that he has said it, but it's the first thing that came to mind. "even after everything, i can't stop this... weird yearning i have for performing. on stage, i'd give it my all—even if i'm sweating buckets and running out of breath." he knows he has gone through many late nights to improve himself. "i believe i have the capabilities to keep eyes on me—as long as i keep up the energy, of course. there's a balance to that too. to stand out, but because i'm in a group, not stand out so much that it becomes jarring." he takes a pause, thinking for a moment. "when it comes to off stage... this probably gets said often, but i am a hardworker. i think the coaches know how i was off-tune when i got to legacy. after lots of training—and asking friends to help out—i finally got a stable footing on my voice. i can sing well now, i believe. then again, it's up for you to judge." [143]

"which skill do you want to be known for and why?"

"skills... i'd like to be known for my performance skills. more than singing, more than dancing." there's a brief shift in expression when he mentions dancing, but it disappears as soon as it appears. "of course, those skills amplify my performances. but i'd like to be known for being able to capture the audience—i want to know that i'm able to make them feel through my performances. from the way i move, or from the way i sing. i want to move people, whether to tears or to laughter. back then—well, until recently, i try to do that with my dance. after i learned to cultivate my vocal skills better, i'd like to be able to use both to my advantage." [103]

"what kind of concept are you good at and what kind are you bad at?"

this question made minki wonder what legacy had in mind for this new group too. "i suppose i'd like high energy concepts compared to relaxed ones. i tend to go overboard when it comes to performing, sometimes it might come off as a little extra if i were put in a more fresh and lax concept. so to that question, a group with slower vibes wouldn't suit me. although doing ballads would be fun and challenging, i'd definitely do better with something more upbeat with high tension. i'd try everything if i could, but realistically i know that's not possible." [85]

"what kind of group would you ideally want to be part of and why?"

"like i mentioned before, i'd love to be a part of a group with high performance." that has always stayed the same. "more so than songs that are released, it's important to be able to keep up with the hype of a new album with equally hyped-up performances. i also think it'd be beneficial to be in a group that makes people go—wow, they're a lot better live! or something like that. it'd be nice if i could lend some creativity into the process too, for example creating choreographies in the future. one step at a time though." [92]

the interview ends sooner than expected, but it also feels as if it had been going on forever. either way, it's over—all minki can do now is wait for the results. and then he'll decide what to do from then on.

#lgc:castingcall016 #( solos. ) #/ woooo #not as good as i hoped #but i'm throwing it out there anyway

[granjagranja2]

My oc btd interlude "you replaced Ren's scars" (part 1)

She was pissed. This little fucker. She had killed Strade. Was it so that he was thanking her for freeing them? When Ren had captured her she had done everything she had ordered, and he still wasn't okay with it. She wanted to kill her, she was sure of it. She looked at him, angrily, beneath her, tied to the post, pleading and crying. "I-I'm sorry." This set her off. She kicked him in the face. Strong. What fake and insipid words. Everyone told him afterwards, always afterwards. "do not lie !" he shouted in his face - Ren started whining again to which M/C scolded him "Ren stop crying. Now" - But he didn't listen to him and cried even louder - M/C snorted angrily "ok. Good" - so he pressed the button. She gave him a good shake, the red collar light still working fine. This calmed him down, so to speak. He learned quickly. Mmmmm. What could he do now? In the toolbox there were many things, Axes, nail guns, saws, knives....wait a minute. She recognized that knife. He used it often. She took it and showed it to Ren. At the mere sight of her, she tried to pull back as much as possible, her claws scraping on the floor. M/C smiled cruelly. She grabbed his chin. The round face, the big eyes, the tender lines.... no. He had helped her, he had given her support on several occasions but he didn't have to think about it. He wasn't really sorry. He began to fiddle with the blade "this knife....it's personal, right?" -he muttered a scared "yes" accompanied by a nod of his head-"you have many ugly scars...."-he pointed the tip of the weapon towards the freezer "it was him, right?". At his astonished expression she explained "yes, I went out while you were gone. And I saw him". He knelt down and began cutting it, tracing the scars. He begged her not to do it, but she felt too intoxicated-"isn't that what you wanted? Didn't you want to replicate all of this?"-. That feeling of power... it was too good. He felt right. She just wanted someone to love her, a little kindness. And this was the result. She never wanted to do all this. .... She stopped. She had just started, but.... .... She never wanted to....she just wanted a little happiness in her life. She saw Ren's suffering. Ninth. She wasn't like him. She wasn't like Strade. Not.... why?. What had he done wrong? What had she done wrong in her life to deserve this? He had flashbacks of the only one who had given him any kindness in her life. Ren. He put his head in his hands. He started sobbing "I can't....I can do this". He dropped the knife. "I don't want to hate something I loved." After a few moments Ren poked his head shyly but M/C didn't want to know what he wanted to say or do. He took the remote control and held the button until he saw him pass out. At that point he took off his collar. Then he ran upstairs. She felt like a monster. Passing through the rooms, he wondered if she was really that different from Strade. From Ren. She just wanted love!. All that mess...he wanted to escape. But he didn't make it. At the entrance, she slid down to the floor, against the door, and hugged her knees to her chest, her head down. She didn't know how long he had been like this. But suddenly something heavy surrounded her. Ren. "Don't go. Don't leave me. I'll do anything." At first M/C thought it was an attack, but instead she was hugging her, holding her tightly. He tried to free himself, but he remained clinging to her as he continued to beg her. Suddenly he let go of her, but only to pull down her pants, including her underwear. She asked him what she was doing, but he stopped when he began licking her pussy passionately. M/C groaned. Damnation. She began to pant. She grabbed his ears. When she moaned she asked him if he liked her, but Ren just murmured "they're sensitive" and resumed sucking. M/C Came. Ren raised his head, cheeks blushing, "Did I do well ?" She was still too entranced to respond, so he began to lean towards her, taking off her white tank top and underwear.

#my personal art #fox #boyfriend to death 2 #boyfriend to death #btd #btd 2 #btd ren #ren #ren hana #oc #m/c #M/C #my oc #my writing #write #writing #wattpad #wattpad writer #the price of flesh #tpof fox #tpof ren #tpof #fresh blood #boyfriendtodeath fresh blood #boyfriendtodeath 2 fresh blood #you replaced Ren's scars #you replaced ren scar #o/c #you replaced ren scars

[freeaustinbutler]

AUSTIN IS STILL TRAPPED

EXPLAINING HOW AUSTIN IS TRAPPED IN THIS PR RELATIONSHIP!

A lot of you have asked why I have been silent, and to be honest, it’s because I have made my point! I still stand by it, and I forever will regardless what the future holds. Mollie continues to run her mouth because she has something to prove. I don’t :) My points are backed up by facts, and she’s a child behind a keyboard who’s an overly excited Talyor Swift fan who has no ability to think freely or control her emotions. So with that, I just laugh. We all know the Austin Butler news accounts and other leading fan accounts are PAID or partnered in some way with Austins Publicist, and therefore orchestrate most of the lies.

They have tried to silence our side of the fence and they just can’t do it! So I’ll get right into it!

Is Austin still trapped? YES!

Austin is a young man seemingly shackled by the expectations of a PR-driven romance, struggling to find his own voice amidst the clam of orchestrated appearances.

In the carefully curated world of celebrity relationships, Austin appears to constantly wear a mask whenever he is in her presence. The genuine smiles and unguarded moments that one would EXPECT from a couple “in love” were noticeably absent, replaced by a veneer of forced body language. Everything form the dog walks, to the yoga outings and smoothie runs. It was as if he had become a skilled actor, seamlessly slipping into a role that he had no emotional investment in. Kaia’s team know this. This fake relationship is an illusion of romance created for public consumption, yet devoid of the natural intimacy that defines genuine partnerships.

ALL of you should have had your alarm bells ringing when noticing that despite the constant media attention and staged appearances, a striking observation emerged - a glaring absence of candid photographs capturing their togetherness. In an era where every moment can be instantly shared with the world, the lack of organic snapshots was and IS a telling sign. The only evidence of their union seemed to come from chance encounters with fans, where his tightly controlled expressions betrayed the facade of affection he was expected to uphold.

In recent weeks I have seen a HUGE drop in social media engagement when it comes to Austin and Kaia content. Less and less people are liking and sharing anything that involves the two. More and more and more of you are being switched on and are realising the truth for what it is! Trapped in the web of a PR relationship, Austins silent protests through body language seems to underscore the powerful reminder that no amount of orchestrated appearances could suppress one's innate desire for genuine connection and personal autonomy. Something he’s been used to with past girlfriends. Genuine connections.

In an era where authenticity and transparency are highly valued, such calculated actions only serve to erode trust and credibility. The public is not naive.

Genuine connections and meaningful relationships are built on honesty and mutual respect, not on a carefully constructed facade fueled by a PR agenda. It's disappointing to see a talented individual like Austin succumb to the pressure of perpetuating a charade, diminishing his credibility and overshadowing his true talents. This orchestrated spectacle not only insults the intelligence of his fans but also belittles the profound emotions that real relationships actually entail.

The true fans can discern genuine connections from fabricated crap! In the ever-watchful eye of the public, Austin’s body language speaks volumes, painting a vivid portrait of his true feelings. That he’s uncomfortable and poses on command.

Even in group settings, his reluctance to engage with her is evident. He gravitates toward conversations with others, his body angled away, a subconscious effort to create distance. The lack of synchrony between Austin and kaias movements and gestures only emphasises the stark contrast between the constructed narrative and his unspoken truth.

WAHT HAPPENED IN PARIS!?

Austin REFUSED to attend the 2023 Cannes festival with her. He didn’t want the BS attached to his name. Plain and simple. This made Kaia mad. Austin also RFUSED to show up to kaia’s fashion show that she OPENED in Europe despite Austin still being in Europe at the time. When walking out of buildings with her he kept his head down, barely helping her into a car, and distanced himself any opportunity he got.

A peculiarly hilarious moment emerged when a photograph with another blonde woman was taken with Austin and kaia. He positioned himself in such a way that his “girlfriend’s” face was obscured, seemingly a conscious act that did not go unnoticed. She moved Austin’s hand aside, a subtle yet poignant assertion of her presence, and a reflection of her desire to not be sidelined in a moment meant to capture their unity. He will just simply use ANY opportunity to not be seen with her even when DIRECTLY beside her!

EVERYTHING from Austin swaying in his chair, refusing to touch Kaia, and only looking in her direction when she makes a HUGE unnecessary upward hand gesture, fans are simply clicking on!

WHAT WAS THE STAGED VICTORIA BECKHAM STUNT?

can you all not see that was for some type of promotional event? There’s no way it’s a coincidence that they are ALL wearing white T shirts. Go rewatch the video. They are barely touching the tree they are “holding up” as they can barely reach it. The recent revelation that her parents paid Victoria Beckham to post about her fabricated interactions with her alleged boyfriend is a disheartening example of the lengths some will go to manipulate public perception. It's a stark reminder of the disingenuous nature that can plague the world of celebrity endorsements and social media influence. The idea that an individual's image and personal life can be so blatantly manufactured for the sake of garnering attention and generating a false sense of relevance is both concerning and disappointing.

WHY IS KAIA NEVER WITH AUSTINS FAMILY?

Austins family must be allergic to kaia! (Or strongly dislike her) In the realm of social media, where likes and interactions often serve as digital affirmations of connection, his absence of engagement with anything related to his alleged girlfriend speaks volumes. We must also mention she never interacts with his sister by liking any of her things and refuse to like the DUNE 2 trailer. The deliberate omission of even a digital nod in her direction hints at a conscious choice to maintain distance, casting a shadow of doubt over the authenticity of their supposed relationship.

The enigma deepens further when glimpses into their interactions with his family come into focus. SHE tis never spotted with them. EVER. The absence of joint outings, with all of Austins family coupled with the habit of leaving in separate cars, paints a picture of a relationship that may not be as cohesive as it outwardly appears. Your friendly reminder that Ashely Butler has never not once said a single nice thing about her, nor hinted that she likes her.

It’s plain and simple. This relationship is not genuine. It’s PR. Always has been, always will be!

Have a great week!

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