#maybe in a sweeter life that bubble wouldn’t need to be broken

[kitamars]

downtime

#sorry guys the hospital yuri brainworms took me over again #it’s just. such a good time #almost makes you forget the impending horrors #maybe in a sweeter life that bubble wouldn’t need to be broken #it could just be all that there is #but for now they could still have this #and as much as that kills me what could be more wonderful than that? #fuck. i hate them #i didn’t ask for these emotions TAKE THEM BACK #you know what to say #partners (affectionately derogatory) #vash #vash the stampede #wolfwood #nicholas d. wolfwood #vash x wolfwood #vashwood #trigun #trigun maximum #ok bye

[river-bottom-nightmare]

"you were missed, you know.” the voice is light, balancing on the edge of airy like a coin on its rim, in a way only careful practice yielded. so jason whirls around, faster than he normally would in a neatly-pressed suit and loose dress shoes. 

there’s a woman, close cropped red hair swinging into her face and pulling at the corners of her mouth until her expression is as severe as her form. there’s a scar on her jaw and, oh, the memory tumbles into his head as if pushed. kate kane, proof that vigilantism is genetic, once tugged jason into into her side and pulled him away from a particularly leering investor at function. the bite of her nails on his skin was a thousand times sweeter than the man’s smile.

she smirks. “hi.”

“haven’t seen you in a while,” jason responds, attempting casual and instead tripping, falling into his crime lord persona, since he doesn’t know how else to interact with people when he’s jason peter todd-wayne. 

“not since you died,” kate remarks and damn, right for the gullet. “you’ve grown up.”

jason shrugs, suddenly feeling thirteen years old again, suddenly feeling all of four feet, eight inches in the face of her candidness. “time’s funny like that.”

she eyes him carefully, trying to fish for the truth in what she believes is a lie wrapped in a careful quip. jason doesn’t blame her: he’s cultivated quite a reputation for himself. but he stripped the sarcasm from his words before he spoke them, and their rawness is shrouded in the bubbling champagne and crystal chandelier around them, but it’s no less present for anyone who knows how to peel the veil back.

“you were missed,” she repeats, satisfied with his answer. “not sure anyone’s told you that since you’ve come back. your family’s a stubborn bunch. i just wanted to make sure.”

“make sure i knew i was missed?” jason clarifies, feeling a little foolish, because dick wouldn’t beg to save his life but there were a few times that his words came close to pleas, and tim had made it clear how much he’d upheld the pedestal he’d put jason on, and alfred had actually told him that to his face. 

but this was the first time he found himself truly believing those familiar words. he hadn’t known kate, not at all. and yet, she nodded, clapped him on the shoulder once, twice, then left, completely unaware of the pit of resentment she’d carved out of jason’s stomach and thrown on the ground until jason felt like he’d slip on it if he moved, if he breathed.

she didn’t look back, but jason’s eyes didn’t stop following her until she was out of sight.

*

"you were missed, you know.” jason doesn’t startle, his training is etched into every scar decorating his skin, and there are times that he grips and holds onto those scars like a lifeline. he’s far too practiced to flinch, but he’d be lying to himself if his heart didn’t skip a beat.

he forgave himself in the next second, though. cassandra cain could make men much more experienced than him recoil. she appeared soundlessly, and folded down beside him with a grace that jason hadn’t seen anywhere outside his family. the amount of space she left between them, the relaxed posture that left visible tension cording through her arms like pulling steel taffy, the tilt to her body that made jason automatically want to open his mouth and let his tumultuous thoughts come out as an oil spill: right now, cass had dick grayson’s brushtrokes all over her.

“dick put you up to this?” 

cass shook her head, then bit her lip in a considering movement. jason wondered if he’d practiced, because bruce had long since broken that dangerous habit out of his children. 

“i am still working on comfort. assurance,”  she said, rifling through the words like flash cards, picking the most accurate ones. “i thought i’d practice.”

“oh? and why exactly do you think i need comfort.”

“i overheard your argument,” she admitted, “with bruce.”

“i didn’t think anyone was there.”

“i didn’t mean to,” she said. “sorry. but i heard what you said.”

jason scoffed. “prove me wrong. one step forward, two steps back with that dense motherfucker.”

“sign of protection,” cass said. “not distrust.”

out of everyone to say that to him, cass was probably the least likely. jason had thought she, of all people, would be on his side after he found the microchip in his helmet. she, of all people, would value independence after being owned for so long.

“by the time he found you, you were dead. and he missed you more than anything. he will never let that happen again.”

“oh yeah? privacy mean nothing to him? i know he’s crazy about this stuff but come on. there’s a limit.”

“you are not relying on him because of this.” cass stood up, stretching her back, though jason was sure she really didn’t have to. “he is relying on you. let him.”

*

“you were missed, you know.” 

“what, speaking from personal experience? i ain’t you, west.” jason could feel the gentle thrum of electricity behind him, making his hair stand on edge. two steps backward, and he’d be pulled into that void, that black hole of energy, that swirling vortex of pure power condensed into something human-shaped.

except he wouldn’t. it was just wally. just dick’s best friend joining him outside on the balcony. jason didn’t know how dick and tim could stand to be around speedsters willingly, for fun.

“i mean, sort of,” wally shrugged. “but me and you had very different experiences.”

“yeah, west, i’m not sure who else has been stuck in the fucking speedforce.”

wally snorted, an if only you knew hidden in plain sight. jason decided he really didn’t want to know. “i mean there’s that,” the speedster concedes, “but also, everyone forgot i existed. that didn’t happen with you.”

“you sure about that?” 

“hey,” wally eyed him, his eyes suddenly sharp. “don’t start that shit. i was erased from the memories of everyone i loved. you did nothing but stay in the memories of your family.”

“now i know we’re talking about two different things.”

“jason,” wally sighed, and the sheer exasperation pouring off him made jason want curl his fingers, bring them up for a swing, taste the bite of pain that would prick at his knuckles, nevermind the fact that wally would dodge anyway. “don’t do that.”

he turned to face the speedster, arms crossed deliberately over his chest. “where the hell do you get off acting like dick?”

“you’re more like dick than you realize,” wally said, “and i spent half my childhood dealing with his moods. actually, i still do.”

“do you have a point?” jason snapped, starting to get irritated. he wasn’t sure why. he’d spent his entire life one one end of a scale, dick grayson on the other. he’d always tipped his end down. this was the first time someone was telling him the scale was even.

“just because your family didn’t mourn the way you wanted them to,” wally said, “doesn’t mean they didn’t mourn you.”

“fuck you.”

“they loved you. and they missed you,” wally continues, steamrolling right over jason in a way most speedsters were prone to do. “there’s no minimum requirement for loss. no ‘if you didn’t do this, then you didn’t grieve me.’ that’s not even a situation, ever.”

“so that makes everything bruce did okay?” jason sputtered

“not at all. god knows i disagree with bruce on more things than i tolerate. but this is one thing you can’t fault him on.”

it wasn’t that easy, though. jason wanted to scream it at wally’s face, it wasn’t that easy. it wasn’t about whether bruce loved him enough,,,,except maybe it was. jason wanted bruce to have loved him enough to make a difference in gotham. jason wanted bruce to have missed him enough to change things, because change meant that bruce had been so hurt by his death that he refused to let it happen to anyone else again.

bruce had made a vow after his parents died. the fifteen year old inside jason was begging bruce why he hadn’t been afforded the same devotion. jason was his son.

“just something to think about,” wally said, then stepped backward, making to go inside where dick was calling him. “you were afforded the luxury of coming back with a place left empty in your family for you. you didn’t have to make it, like i did.”

“being dead, then coming back wrong isn’t a fucking luxury,” jason snarled.

with a shrug, wally turned, a little faster than the average human, lightning sparking at his heels as he left jason alone on the balcony. “depends on your definition of wrong.”

jason get therapy. please. also happy deathday

honestly i couldn’t decide whose side of the argument i was on, jason’s or wally’s.

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[thewickling]

@trensu This is originally your idea why would I complain if you continue. I was honestly going to pile on more sad (writing how Wei Wuxian came in care for A-Yuan and the breakdown of Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian's relationship. Oh an maybe Yunmeng siblings reuniting and separating again). Instead I wrote this? I wouldn't call it happy, it's a continuation of your scene so somewhere between hopeful and angsty.

Lan Wangji heart thrums. The blood racing through his veins sends him nearly dizzy. He can’t faint. If he closes his eyes, what if he opens them and this moment is a dream.

Wei Wuxian’s scent coats his nose, making his soul sing. His moon is well and alive. He can touch Wei Wuxian. He does what he wishes he did thirteen years ago.

“Lan Zhan?!” he shouts, pounding Lan Wangji’s shoulder. His fist tapped light, not at all forceful. His protests tinges with surprise. 

If he were in his right mind, Lan Wangji would stop. His human skin feels too slow. He can’t move fast enough but he makes do. He marches.

“Father?” Lan Sizhui’s voice chases them, uncertain.

He wants to speak but all those words he howled to the moon stick in his throat. All he can do is move. His every cell urging to bring his moon somewhere safe.

“Wait, father?” Wei Wuxian gasps. He hangs like a noodle as if he hasn’t a care in the world. Werewolves are strong but of course the amazing Jade of Lan would have heaven defying power. He isn’t escaping unless he stabs Lan Wangji but why would he ever do that?

The more pressing matter is when did Lan Wangji marry? Why didn’t he hear about it? Even as hidden away as he was, news like that spreads like wildfire.

At least he understands why he finds A-zhui so pleasant now. His mannerisms mirror his father, combined with his much sweeter face, his entire demeanor is comforting and considerate. He is exactly the other child parents compare their children to.

“Mister, do you know my father?” he asks. He trails behind. Concern mars his expression. He’s only ever seen his father this franic once — the day he was found. 

“Moon carried your scent to me.”

The childhood tale he loved bubbles up in his memory. It overlaps with the whispers from his Xi-bo about the fated mate his father lost and how the moon provided him a fated son in its place.

Wei Wuxian hums, “We’re the closest. Don’t you see it yourself?”

He winks. 

“Why didn’t you invite me to your wedding?” he says, slapping Lan Wangji’s shoulder like how a drunk man slams his hand on a table to demand more booze.

Lan Sizhui picks up pace. A part of him wonders if his father truly ever associated with someone so frivolous before. A part of him questions if he should stop his father. Granduncle has always been strict about who enters their lands. Yet he can’t bear to.

“I’m not married.” Lan Wangji’s tone lands somewhere between pained and outraged. He forces the ridiculous phrase from his mouth. He thinks, I searched for you everyday since you left. How could I marry? 

Wei Wuxian’s jaw drops. For perhaps the third time in his life, he is rendered speechless. Bewildered, he wonders, What kind of woman would dare to run off on a perfect gentlemen like the Jade of Lan, Lan Zhan?

Lan Sizhui watches his father scurrying home, moving at a pace he can barely keep up with, at a pace that certainly breaks the thousands of regulations their pack has. He is astonished. His father has only broken the rules once — that was to bring him home.

His faith shines. For his father to react like this, he can't be blamed for looking the other way. Even if granduncle punishes him, he’ll always be on his father’s side.

Except if he was asked if that was his reasoning, he wouldn’t be able to answer with certainty that it wasn’t simply because he liked Wei Wuxian. And if you asked him why he liked this man, he wouldn’t be able to explain it. He just felt like someone he should like.

He breaks into a jog. The boundary of their land is just ahead. If he’s too slow, his father’s jade pendant won’t cover him. 

“Oh, wow. How did I never realized this was here?” Wei Wuxian asks, whistling. “Lan Zhan, you kept a lot from me.”

Lan Wanji freezes. Those words touch an unpleasant memory, shocking his senses back to him. Lowering Wei Wuxian, he confesses, “I am a werewolf.”

“I can see that.” Wei Wuxian smiles.

This should feel familiar, he thinks, but it doesn’t. It isn’t that the light doesn’t reach Wei Wuxian’s eyes because it does or that the tone isn’t right. He can’t place the difference.

“Lan Zhan?” He waves his hand in front of Lan Wangji’s face.

He whispers, “Wei Ying.”

“That’s me,” he says, helplessly. Tilting his head, a spike of concern worms it way through Wei Wuxian. Lan Wangji has never behaved like this before. 

“You are alive.”

“I am.”

The dam remains strong in Lan Wangji’s throat. A thousand lamentations, wishes, and prayers mingle on the tip of his tongue. A thread that encases him is the desire, the need, to keep Wei Wuxian on their lands.

Ice rises in his heart. Millions of warnings his uncle gave ring in his ears. The scandal of his father’s actions still scars their pack.

“Stay here, please.” He doesn’t know what he’ll do if Wei Wuxian refuses.

“I’m not going to run into any—” Wei Wuxian mimes claws and fangs, but the acidic undertone of fear sullies his scent.

He still won’t love me. The recollection slams into him, but barely takes ground against the relief pulsing through his veins. He promises himself, Wei Ying is alive. That is enough for me. 

“No. You won’t.” It’s too close to the border and their pack knows better than to take that risk.

Clapping, he says, “Then, I’ll impose on Lan Zhan for the night. We have a lot to catch up on. Like you have a son? What blind dame left you?”

“No one.” Lan Sizhui interrupts. Standing a distance from them, he rocks as if he isn’t sure if he has the right to intrude. “Mister, I’m adopted.”

It feels important to clear this up. Something nagging him that if he doesn’t something bad will happen. Call it a gut feeling.

“Oh! Of course, Lan Zhan is a good Samaritan.” He nods. Grinning to himself, he gestures for Lan Wangji to lead the way.

Lan Wangji places it. The smile comes from a different place. It isn’t as easy and doesn’t linger as long. More than anything he wants to know why that’s changed. He has a night and hopefully more. He can’t impose his feelings on Wei Wuxian but perhaps he can convince him to socialize for a few days or a week. 

#wick writes #Wangxian Werewolf AU #Is this going to me my wilful blindness? #long post

[x-wearethefuture-x]

@ofpearlsxgods​

Miran carried the baby boy in her arms while chasing the soap bubbles that her mum shot from a plastic pink gun; the baby girl was sound asleep by her grandmother’s side. Their father, however, was nowhere around. Not that he had much of a choice, when Miran chose for him. The way her son laughed made her laugh in return, for there was no sweeter sound in the world, and chase the soap bubbles with a little more determination. Lucas and his sister, twins because Miran did not joke on service (and no one warned her that twins ran in her dad’s side of the family, apparently), were not one year-old yet but they were already so smart and aware of their surroundings. The baby girl, though, seemed to be the one who was more aware of what was happening, which tired her to the point of falling asleep just anywhere. When it was not concerning, it was entertaining to see her struggle to keep her eyes open while eating.

“Oh no, the bubbles are gone! What are we going to do now, Lucas?” The baby looked up at her confused. The bubbles were there just moments ago, where they could’ve gone to? And as if listening to what he was thinking, the grandmother restarted to shot bubbles in his direction, making him laugh again and wave his little arms in the air.

It was in the midst of bubbles that Miran spotted him. Seunghyun was still far, and he did not seem to have taken notice of her, but she had taken noticed of him. He hadn’t changed. He still carried himself with a mix of strength and gentleness. He still looked like the polished man she left. Would Lucas turn out like him when he grew up?

“Miran, are you okay?” Her mother’s voice brought her back from staring but she had been too late. Seunghyun had seen her.

It had been just over a year since she’d left, and Seunghyun would be the first to admit that he was not over it. He should have been, but he wasn’t. There was a part of him that was glad she had left, that she had saved herself before things got bad. She had done what he couldn’t- she’d let go. He was happy for her in that regard. But a part of him still resented her for it. After all the things she had said, about love, about staying by his side, about wanting to have a family with him... she’d still left him. Walked away before they even had a chance to get married. He was heart broken. He remembered calling to cancel the wedding. Thank god they hadn’t sent out the invitations yet because that conversation, having to tell everyone that it was off, might have killed him. Though there had been a time when he hadn’t thought that kind of love could ever be his, she had changed his mind, shown him how beautiful it all could really be. And then she’d ripped it from his fingers just as he’d felt safe. If he couldn’t trust her, who could he trust?

Sooyeon was the only one he had properly confided in. She was the only one who saw him break, who saw him cry, who listened to him ask what he’d done wrong, why she would do this. And she never had the answer. For all anyone knew, they were great for each other. Seunghyun had sincerely thought things were going well, that they would be okay. But he’d been naive. He’d been stupid. And he wouldn’t let that happen again. He wouldn’t let someone break down his walls, find him amidst the rubble of his stoic, cross, exterior. He had no reason to. 

Amidst everything, he chose to return to the institute back in the US to teach young mutants and try to keep his mind off of everything else. But, of course, he still stopped back in South Korea to visit Sooyeon and Kyuhyun from time to time.

It was during one of those visits that he saw her. It took him a moment to realize it was her at first, seeing her playing with a baby, another sleeping nearby. Were the children hers? Or was she babysitting? And if they were hers, had she really met someone else so soon after she’d left him? Maybe she was married. Or maybe she was a single mother. A year could change a person a lot. She looked softer, as he knew himself to look harder.

Her eyes met his and he did not smile. He couldn’t bring himself to do so. She had moved on, and perhaps so should he. He gave a simple nod of his head, let her know that he had acknowledged her, acknowledged her new life without him. (God, he’d been so excited to maybe be a father one day, to have moments exactly like the one she was having right now. Would he ever have that chance? It seemed unlikely.) He held her gaze only a moment more before stuffing his hands in the pockets of his slacks and turning away, walking in the opposite direction. She clearly didn’t need him, and she clearly didn’t want him. He would not intrude upon her new life.

#seunghyun;reply #ofpearlsxgods #au; #Megara✧ #((not gonna lie this made me cry a little.)) #submission

[kimjongdaely]

The War [Chapter 2]

Mafia!AU

Pairing: Kai x Reader x Xiumin

Warnings: Language, violence

Summary: After the tragedy of your ex-boyfriend, you find yourself constantly thinking about him. Memories are hard to erase, after all. Then in comes a man you met by chance and who stole what’s left of your heart. You find yourself stuck between your old love and new love.

Prologue│Chapter 1│Chapter 2│Chapter 3│Chapter 4│Chapter 5│ Chapter 6│Chapter 7│Epilogue

“Minseok! Look,” you flash him a bracelet you tried on in the accessory shop you were currently in. “How does it look?”

“Anything looks good on you, jagiya.” He chuckles softly, lacing his fingers with yours.

You smile at him as you nod at the bracelet. “I’ll buy this, then.”

“I’ll buy it for you.” Minseok offers and gently unclips the bracelet from your wrist, bringing it to the cashier.

It’s been several months since you started dating Minseok, and you must say that you are deeply and utterly in love with him. You don’t remember a day where you are genuinely angry or upset at him.

It has been bothering you, however, why he seems so well off. He buys you anything and everything with a mere blink of an eye, a mere turn of your lips. Where does he get the money? You’ve tried asking him about his job, but he merely shrugs you off and avoid the topic each time.

He often spends time with you, unlike Jongin, so there’s nothing to complain about…but you’re just worried.

Worried of what, you’re not sure. It’s just the unbearable anxiousness that grows everyday in your heart. The closer you become with Minseok, the more anxious you become.

“Minseok,” you call softly as you curl up on your sofa, “what is your job?”

You feel his body stiffen slightly beside you, so faint you could barely decide if you really felt it or not. “You always ask me that.”

“You never answer.”

He heaves a defeated sigh, and your heart speeds when you realize he might finally decide to tell you. “You really want to know?” He asks softly and you nod vigorously, sitting up straighter.

He sighs again, running a hand through his dark hair messily. “…Okay. I can take you there if you want…but you might not be happy.”

You furrow your brows, anxiety gnawing at your belly. “Why?”

He lets out a tight smile before tenderly ruffling your hair. “I’ll come pick you up tomorrow. I’ll go now. Get some rest.”

He waves casually as he stands up to leave, the door closing shut softly behind him.

You should be happy and excited that Minseok is opening up to you. His work has been the only secret he’s kept from you (at least, you hope it’s the only secret), and now he’s willing to tell you too.

But you’re not.

You’re terrified.

Your mind is racing with every possible job that Minseok could have that you wouldn’t like.

That night you could barely sleep.

Minseok arrives at your apartment late afternoon, which gives you more than enough time to throw yourself into a tornado of worries. You had to busy yourself the entire day by scrubbing at your house, removing every single last piece of dust and dirt that existed.

But being busy doesn’t keep your thoughts at bay for long.

Once your doorbell rang, all your anxiety comes back full force, and you were shaking like a leaf by the time you reached the door, your hands like lead when you opened it.

Minseok sees your pale face and quickly makes his way in, pulling you into his warm arms whispering worriedly, “Jagi, are you okay? Oh my gosh, are you sick? Quick, I’ll take to you to the hospital—”

You let out a soft giggle at his tenderness, pulling away gently. Your heart is still racing, and you feel incredibly cold, but you force out a smile to settle Minseok. He doesn’t look convinced.

“I’m fine…just…scared, I guess.” You admit quietly, and he rewraps you into his embrace.

“You don’t have to know.” He says, his voice almost desperate. “We can just live like this. I won’t hurt you, God, I won’t dare hurt you, so you don’t have to—”

“No.” You say firmly, staring into his dark, warm eyes. “I want to know. I need to know. I love you, Minseok. I don’t want secrets between us.”

He exhales slowly, nodding. “Okay.” He laces his fingers with yours and gives you a tight smile. You know he’s trying his best to reassure you. “Ready?”

You nod as you allow him to lead you out of your apartment and into his car. It’s a wonder how you didn’t like his car the first time you entered, but now it feels comforting and safe.

He zooms off down the road, and after a while, you start to see less buildings and less people in your surroundings.

“Minseok? Where are we going?” You ask, your voice raising slightly in panic, but Minseok doesn’t even glance at you.

“We’re almost there.” He merely whispers.

He leads you to a well hidden factory. It’s safe to say that unless you knew the way here, no one would be able to find it. That makes you feel even more uneasy despite Minseok’s hand that is pressed in the small of your back to reassure you.

He leads you into the factory, which seems empty, but after going through a few hallways, you start to see more and more people.

Some look normal enough, while others look incredibly intimidating.

He enters a large, large room, almost like a ballroom, but at the same time nothing like it. It’s filled with unfriendly looking people, and you feel long cold stares at you when you enter.

If looks could kill, maybe you would be dead.

You know what this place is. The weapons, the cold hard looks of the people here, the faint smell of alcohol and something sweeter, like candy, mingled with the metallic smell of what you could only decipher as blood.

A mafia.

“Y-You…” You squeak as you turn to Minseok, who’s eyes are downcast as if feeling shame.

“Yes.” He whispers quietly, his hand falling limply to his side. “I’m in the mafia. This is EXO, and I’m its leader.”

“Lea—” You choke, suddenly too overwhelmed to think properly. You stumble backwards, strength leaving your legs and you feel yourself falling, but Minseok quickly grabs onto you to steady you.

In his eyes, you see that he was probably expecting you to push him away. Instead, you shake in his arms.

“I know it’s hard for you to accept…” He starts, and you see everyone spill out of the room, only a handful remaining. “…But please trust me when I tell you I love you. And,” he takes a shaky breath, his eyes closed as if he’s scared to continue looking at you. “I understand if you want to…leave me.”

His eyes when he reopens them are covered in fear and despair. You feel tears pool in your eyes as you cling onto him tightly, not sure if you should continue to do so.

“I…” You start, but instead of a cry that you were expecting, a laugh bubbles from your lips. A broken, humorless laugh that echoes chillingly off the walls. “This is a joke. This has to be a joke.”

“Jagiya…” Minseok starts, incredibly sad, but you merely laugh again, stronger this time.

“My ex…” You say, your voice dropping. “He was also in a mafia. But I don’t know which, because I didn’t bother asking and didn’t bother knowing. I just know that it’s one of the top most feared mafias in the city.” You bite your lip, no longer laughing. “Why does this keep happening to me? Every guy I meet is in the mafia…I don’t—” You sob. “I don’t understand.”

Minseok sinks his teeth into his bottom lip, looking as if he wanted to hold you but afraid to. His head hangs low. “I’m sorry. I should have told you earlier…”

“My biggest regret…” You inhale a shaky breath as you try to steady yourself. “Was that I gave up on him…I shouldn’t have…I should’ve stayed with him until the end.” A cry wracks through your body as you try not to break down. “I shouldn’t have…”

You see the sadness in Minseok’s eyes, and you wonder if yours matched them. Or maybe yours looked sadder?

You reach for his hands, and he lets you grasp them tightly. You pull him towards you into a tight embrace. “…So this time, I won’t leave you. No matter what you do. Because I love you, and I won’t make the same mistake twice.”

You could practically feel the joy and relief rolling off Minseok’s body as he embraced you tightly, his body shaking with emotion along with yours. “Thank you. I love you.”

It’s almost been a year since you met Minseok. The past year has been the happiest you’ve been. He pulled you from grief and gave you happiness, he completely healed your broken heart and has offered even more than you could ever ask for.

Though your time with him is not the longest, you know without a doubt that he’s the one you want to spend the rest of your life with.

It was rather cold, and you remember soft snowflakes dancing around outside, drifting down softly.

You were cuddled up with fluffy blankets and a mug of hot chocolate against Minseok. You were on the verge of dozing off when you felt Minseok’s soft lips against your forehead, his hand coming to wrap the blanket more tightly around your body.

You smiled lightly, your eyes closed.

You felt something slip onto your finger, and you gently cracked an eye to see a beautiful ice-blue ring against your finger.

“What’s this?” You mumble, still half-asleep, and you feel Minseok chuckle lightly, his chest vibrating against your back comfortably.

“I thought you were asleep?” He teases and you let out a light giggle, snuggling closer to him if possible.

“What’s this?” You repeat, flashing your new ring.

“A promise ring.” He answers softly and you frown, glancing at your ring.

“You should ask me properly.” You grumble and he laughs, squeezing you tightly.

“About what?” He teases and you pout, shifting away from his hold as he continues to chuckle.

“Ask me. Properly.” You glare at him.

“Fine, fine.” He grins before getting off the couch and going down on one knee, grabbing your hands into his. “Will you marry me?”

You beam widely at him, tears pooling in your eyes as you stare at Minseok’s sincere ones. “Yes. Yes, of course.”

He grins before straightening himself and pulling you into a tight hug, raining kisses all over your face.

“I know it hasn’t been very long since we met,” he starts softly, planting another soft kiss on your nose. “But I really love you. I know you’re the one for me. I’m so lucky to have you.”

You feel a sob break out as you try to speak. You’re so happy, so blessed. You wrap your arms tighter around his body, feeling his warmth seep into your bones. “Thank you so much, Minseok. I—I don’t know what would’ve happened to me if I didn’t meet you.”

Minseok pulls away slightly, his arms still around you, to look deeply into your eyes. Suddenly, he’s more serious and his eyes soften sadly. “I know that…There’s no way I can beat the importance of the deceased in your heart.” He trails the pad of his thumb over the back of your hand. “I don’t mind being second best for you.”

You shake your head furiously, tears streaming down your cheeks. You want to deny it and tell him that you love him and only him, but you can’t. So you merely grasp his hands tightly, whispering, “Thank you. I love you.”

Because no matter how much you love Minseok, Jongin will always have a special spot in your heart.

But it might not be because of love.

After all, you love Minseok. More than anything in the world. You’re going to marry him, and your ring is more than enough proof of your love for each other.

Nothing can tear the two of you apart.

Right?

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[hacklesacademy]

fic: then came this person, with chaos in her wake

Hackle angst. Also on ao3.

It would be foolish, Hecate knows, to place all the blame for her current predicament at the foot of one hapless first year - and yet Mildred Hubble is such a useful scapegoat, with her trailing bootlaces and catastrophic attempts at the most basic spells.

She had been preparing for an uneventful year, a repeat of the one before that and the one before that and stretching back to before that blasted girl was even born. The school is her constant and it soothes her to know that even in the face of plummeting academic standards, Cackle’s remains. That Ada remains, unwavering in her devotion to girls and staff. She knows what outsiders think - that it’s all dramatic black cloaks and soaring through the skies, bending the elements of the universe to your whim with a snap of your fingers. They don’t see the control it takes - control she feels slipping through her fingers with every botched potion, broken rule and sheer disregard for basic personal safety.

Now she's behind on her marking, down half a first year (at least until Mildred's invisibility potion wears off), can feel a headache beginning to throb behind her left temple and one of her reference books has turned into a teapot. Ada, never one to turn down an opportunity, has conjured it full and tops Hecate's cup with an absent-minded wave of her hand. If this affects the book once it's turned back into its rightful state, she's demanding a replacement paid for from the school treasury.

Hecate doesn't think it used to be this hard. She's managed whole academic years before without wanting to crack, to sit in Ada's office at the end of the day and close her eyes in tiredness, relax into the touch of gentle hand on tense shoulder and let Ada kiss all her cares away. Now, she can barely get through a week. The desire was there long before Mildred crash-landed into their pond, but now it's there at the end of every week.

There's an old witch’s tale about a frog in a cauldron, kicking his merry way about the potion as it heated up only to realise too late it had come to the boil. Working in silence on opposite sides of the desk, Hecate can feel the heat from Ada's gaze searing her skin and she knows that even if she could escape, she wouldn't. Still, maybe it’s not all the Hubble girl’s fault.  Maybe it's Agatha's pernicious influence, returning to Cackle's again and again, all snake-like charm and sly glances, a cruelly seductive parody of her sister. Or perhaps this whole pretence has simply run its course, a cauldron that bubbles over no matter how attentively you tend it.

There are moments when she wishes Agatha had given them all the obedience potion. She knew what it was, of course - among the more unsavory ingredients, it includes a frankly revolting amount of garlic - and she’d was settling on one of four different plans to avoid actually ingesting the stuff when Mildred interrupted them. But at least then it wouldn’t have been her fault. She could have given in, had an unholy approximation of what it is she really wants, rid it from her system and prayed to all the gods that Ada never found out.

How ironic, that the only woman to whom Hecate would ever give her whole entire being over has too many scruples to ever accept it. How bitterly unfair that there’s always an understudy waiting in the wings who would take it without hesitation.

Because of course Agatha knows. For all her faults - and Maud was right, she really is evil - she pays attention. It’s what she does - oozes her way back into her sister’s affection and their mother’s school, identifies the weakest link and plays the poor girl like a piano in one of Miss Bat’s chanting lessons. Dangerous when it’s one of the children, but downright humiliating when it’s a teacher. Because as much as Ada’s friendship is her biggest strength, has saved her from being a cold, angry shell of a witch one trail of breadcrumbs away from a gingerbread cottage, it is also a weakness. And a version of Ada willing to push back, who doesn’t let her Deputy Headmistress marinade uselessly in her own desire, who would work with her to stem the rising tide of mediocrity, who can hone Hecate’s sharpness and turn it into a weapon…

There are some lines Hecate will never cross and she has Ada to thank for that. Coming face to face with a fantasy better left in the privacy of her own sheets made her realise anew just how much Ada owns her, body and soul. All the things she thought she valued - excellence, discipline, strong leadership - pale in comparison next to the approval from a woman sweeter than the lemon drops she carries, who sees the good in everyone no matter how slow or stupid. Hecate has dedicated her entire life to being the best, to dragging others up to her level, and it stings that if she was lazy or weak then Ada would love her just the same (perhaps more).

But she has to maintain standards, has to be the inflexible one, because the alternative is anarchy and no one can ever know that when she puts a pupil in detention for a month for talking in class or confiscates their cat after a bad mark on a test, that when Ada gives her that frown, the one that says Hecate dear, this time you’ve gone too far , all she wants to do is sink to her knees and say Then show me . Puppies roll over and show their stomachs when they encounter an alpha, but Hecate Hardbroom will be no one’s lapdog. She always has to be one step ahead, because the alternative is trailing behind Ada with a moonstruck look in her eyes and she won’t do that. She can’t. She is Ada Cackle’s right hand. She is reliable, adamantine, stern where Ada is gentle and brutally honest where Ada cloaks her words in tender equivocation. This is her calling, this is how her Headmistress needs her, and it never used to be so hard before.

It’s like casting two spells at the same time - her focus is split, and while she’s trying to keep Mildred in line and out of trouble, some softness creeps in.  Every temper lost is a crack in the armour Hecate has spent centuries building around herself. Every argument with Ada over that wide-eyed troublesome waif pushes her closer to the edge of something she can’t bring herself to name. Naming things gives them power, and this has too much power over her already. It gets harder and harder every year, but she does it. She can’t even remember why she keeps her guard up around a woman who would never judge her for her feelings - and might even reciprocate them - but it’s a force of habit and it’s not one she’ll break because of a clumsy little girl.

Contrary to popular belief, it’s not Mildred’s blood that makes her a risk, it’s her background. Not the flat - a warm, dry modern build full of love is more than equal to a damp old house with more crumbling masonry than actual affection - but her lack of training. Hecate is aware that her own parents may have started her earlier than most, but the reward for that is control. Even the Spellbodys, who use magic more for personal convenience than rigorous academic research, instilled in their daughter a healthy respect for the Craft by the time Maud could lisp her first chants. Mildred has power, that’s undeniable, and magical dynasties have to start somewhere. But without proper guidance, she’ll teach her slapdash ways to her daughter who will teach them to her daughter and within a few generations, Cackles’ will probably be in a permanent state of what Hecate can only describe as ‘being on fire’. No, better that Mildred has her careless ways drummed out of her now rather than make a bigger mistake later on, when she’s liable to bring down the reputation of not just the school but any other witch from a non-magical background. Better that Julie Hubble think the worst her daughter has to face is snobbery rather than the fate that the Great Wizard doles out to practitioners he considers unworthy. A shrinking community with dwindling power looks to outsiders for blame, and expulsion is the lesser of the possible evils in Mildred’s future.

But just because Hecate sympathises, just because she will do everything in her power to ensure that the worst witch in the entire academy either fails her first year outright or leaves Cackle’s at the top of her class, doesn’t mean that she doesn’t want to wring the wretched girl’s neck for each spanner she throws into the works. Hecate is well-practised in the art of being in agreement with Ada Cackle about practically everything, from the dubious health benefits of Mrs Tapioca's cooking to the precise angle needed to stir potions correctly, that she's forgotten what it's like to be in opposition, how it makes her temper flare and her blood rise. It's easy to hide your expression from someone when you're standing side by side. It's so much harder when you're looking directly at them.

She reminds herself what she tells her pupils. A witch is always in control. A witch does not let her emotions interfere with the Craft. She's made girls write that five hundred times in detention - if she thought for a second it would work, she'd try it herself. An image of her writing I must not think about Ada's fingers on my skin while I'm teaching under the Headmistress' watchful gaze comes to mind, and she feels her breath catch in her throat.

"Are you alright, Hecate? Here, have some more tea."

Dear, sweet Ada. Who may sense that her second in command has feelings that go beyond professional respect and companionable fondness, but has no idea - can never, must never have any idea - that Hecate is her creature as surely as any familiar.

"Thank you, Headmistress."

Hecate Hardbroom schools her features into place, a perfect mask of cool indifference, and sips.

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[royal-writer]

Essie - questionnaire

Just trying to get to know Essie better, ignore me! Will add more later.

1. Does s/he enjoy puzzles?

Not particularly. Even given nothing to do, Essie would probably prefer much anything else.

2. Does s/he enjoy education?

I don’t even know if she had a real education. I’m sure she learned more on her own means. I think she’s pretty neutral on learning. It helps better you but she doesn’t see it as fun but neither does she see it as terrible.

3. What is his/her sexual orientation?

Pansexual Panromantic.

4. Is s/he right-handed, left-handed, or ambidextrous?

Right-handed but ambidextrous casting spells cuz, well, ya almost gotta be..

5. Is s/he fashionable?

Essie don’t give a fuck. She wears what she likes, or wears what is suitable to the weather, or wears shit just to piss people off. So probably not.

6. What is their favorite food(s)?

Okay, here goes: smoked salmon on a bed of greens, herb roast pheasant, venison steak cooked rare to med-rare with roasted potatoes, garlic clam soup, mushroom and leek stew, berry tarts with mint, stuffed trout, pickled duck eggs, sharp cheeses, sunflower seeds, almonds, honeycakes, and she has a preference for drinking spiced ale, orchid wines, and elven made wines that are sweeter and aromatic. I can also see her having a taste for tea, particularly with honey, and sweet or spiced ciders. Maybe some hard spirits in a group atmosphere.

7. Has s/he ever broken a bone?

Nope, not yet at least.

8. Any interests or hobbies?

She enjoys magic, even using it to make kids happy. She enjoys dancing, secretly. Gambling maybe, uh... going on adventures obviously. Will add more if I think of it; she’s lived a life of survival so she probably doesn’t hide many hobbies.

9. Does s/he consider themself organized?

lmao no and she knows that. Ms. Throw-It-All-In-The-Bag.

10. How does s/he handle feeling nauseous?

No food, only liquids. Try laying down. If it doesn’t stop after a while, try walking around slowly in hopes to agitate self enough to just hurl.

11. What is his/her full name?

Essätha Medüza - the last name is a kick on Medusa from mythology.

12. Introvert or extrovert?

She’s a wanna-be-extro. Doesn’t trust others well, but has a desire to fit in and hang with others. At the moment she’s honestly more intro by nature though.

13. Can s/he cook?

Probably okay. Still prone to burning food from time to time lol whoops. But for the most part it’ll be edible, probably just not super tasty.

14. Did s/he have any friends growing up?

Yes! I plan on doing art for some of ‘em eventually.

15. How does s/he react to storms? Being caught in the storm?

Essie likes a good rainfall. Probably doesn’t mind being caught in them, even ‘bad’ storms, so long as it isn’t snow. Too damn cold.

16. Does s/he collect anything?

Nope. Maybe scars. //bricked// Nah because of her lifestyle, she’s not one to gather trinkets or stuff. Necessities and useful stuff only really.

17. Is s/he religious?

lol nope. Doesn’t care for gods or religion or any of that junk.

18. What inspires him/her?

I don’t know... uh, music for dancing. Sunsets and sunrises. The idea that life can get better. Transformation/growing.

19. Do they have a role model?

Maybe her mom, despite not knowing her. Eventually I’m sure she’ll see some of her fellow team members in this way.

20. What’s their favorite joke?

Probably secretly snake puns. Examples: “let me give you a hiss”, “viper that smirk off your face”, “I’ll snake some puns in there”, etc.

21. How would your character describe his/her friends? Lover? Parents?

dnd group companions to be determined.

Opal: (kind stranger) Orange furry cat woman. Seems to follow her own moral code of good which is pure and generous. Pretty kind.

Kraw: (teacher) Bird man of tans, reds, and dark browns/blacks. Grumpy but has a good heart. May try eating you if you’re an animal or can turn into an animal but otherwise nice. Drinker but a sad drinker when he does.

Solace: (ally/best friend) Outgoing, bubbly, considerate reddish-pink tiefling with obsidian eyes and violet blue-toned hair. She’s a rebel but is caring despite her dicey past. Essie considers her a better person than herself.

Phoenix: (aquitaine) Lady crazypants. Charcoal skin with scar-like markings that glow like lava flow when she’s using her powers. Fiery colored eyes and hair. Very much gives a masculine vibe. Will kill you with no regrets. Something’s wrong with her but she is willing to work with others for her own gain which is relatable.

Bretella: (frienemy) Considered a trustworthy ally. Green skinned redhead with golden eyes. Tends to weary flashy or seductive clothing. Will bail you out of a situation but patronize you later. High self-esteem.

Miz'ri: (enemy) A lost friend. Light grey skin, white hair, pale lilac eyes. Essie wishes that the millions of things that went wrong between them hadn’t. She hopes there’s still godo to be found in Miz’ri. A sad, broken soul.

Hepsiba: (mother) Truly the most beautiful person in existence. Warm, loving, considerate, gentle, sweet, gorgeous. Hepsiba is gone now, but her memory is still a vibrant light of warmth. Essie probably looks to the stars and likes to think her mom is up there, staring down at her. Mom was an auburn-skinned beauty with brown eyes.

Tyfiell: (father) Never met him. Mom spoke well of him, but Essie doesn’t think well of someone who ditched her mom. Said to be a dark-skinned Yuan-Ti Pureblood with dark eyes and a wicked smile. Rogue class.

22. How would s/he describe themself?

LOL nothing good unfortunately... She thinks she’s physically ugly due to how she was treated by others when she was young. She doesn’t find redeemable qualities in herself too much, either. Resident snake lady would probably say “I don’t got time for this” if asked. “I’m a scaly Yuan-Ti woman, hi.”

23. What is his/her birthday? Star sign? Do they fit it?

April 12, which would make their zodiac the Aries. It sounds semi fitting, as they’re labeled as ‘courageous, confident, short-tempered, and impulsive’ but like anything else, there’s some manners that aren’t perfectly fitting (optimistic, aggressive, etc).

24. How good is s/he at mending clothes?

She doesn’t know the Mending ability lol! Kidding aside, I don’t believe it’s her hobby or anything. I mean, if you look at some of her clothes, they’ve got tears and threads pulled free. Probably not.

25. How does s/he react to someone spilling something on them?

Depends on the atmosphere? 90% of the time she’ll realize it’s an accident, jump when it happens, and then request the server or whomever fetch something to help clean up the mess- not impolitely just with some urgency in her tone. She’d probably only have a .1% chance going off an the server because hey, shit happens, but if she’s in a bad mood already she may snap at anyone around she’s unhappy with at the moment.

26. How does s/he react to being approached by law enforcement?

‘Oh shit time to run they’re probably after me’ is her thought processing.

27. Do they paint/draw?

Nah, not really her cup of tea.

28. Does s/he prefer any musical instruments?

Essie can’t play, but she probably enjoys winds and strings for daily life, but the occasionally ‘sick beat’ of a big band of instruments to dance to would be A+.

29. If they had a tumblr, what would their account name be?

venomspikedwine

30. How good are they at keeping an eye on their money? Do they also splurge frequently?

Admittedly, Essatha enjoys hoarding funds. As someone who grew up with little, she’s a bit of a hoarder and is very unlikely to misplace even a copper piece. If she splurges, she’s likely drunk or enjoying a ‘luxury’ she didn’t have much as a child (ex: tarts), or items useful for survival, combat, friends, etc.

31. 3-5 random pieces of trivia about them that doesn’t come up often?

Essie loves music; especially pieces with a soft melody. She grew a garden once. Lastly she has had no real schooling; she’s mostly self-taught or listened in on others or hired other’s to teach her. This might be one of the reasons why she’s a bit of a slow reader.

32. Does s/he prefer dawn or dusk?

She feels more ‘lively’ during dawn but enjoys dusk for the twilight glow, the stars, etc. So both with maybe a slight preference for dusk.

33. Have them describe themself in 3 words!

(no, Essie, you can’t use ‘snake lady’ for 2 words, use adjectives).

confident, misunderstood, bull-headed

34. How would s/he react to someone confessing they have a crush on them?

All the blushing. So much blushing. Open-mouthed like ‘uhh??’ If she doesn’t return the feelings, she’ll probably be really embarrassed. Stuttering as she tries the ‘it’s not you, it’s me’. Unless it’s not someone she’s close with, in which case, she’d use their ‘crush’ to her advantage. If it’s someone she has a crush on as well, she’ll blush and look away. Be shy. You’d probably need to convince her to speak or look at you again cuz she’d be like ‘?! they like me? me???’

35. What is his/her favorite scent?

Desserts, rain, the outdoors (especially earthy scents).

36. If they had a Pokemon team, what PKMN would they have?

With ‘starter’: Serperior, Weavile, Houndoom, Phantump, Dragalge, Togetic.

Without ‘starter’: same team, replace Serperior with Kangaskhan.

37. Can s/he sing? act?

She can’t sing well but that won’t stop her when she has the urge. Obviously she can act, or she wouldn’t play people so well lol.

38. Can s/he swim?

Yep!

39. Does s/he drink? Do drugs? Smoke?

Yes she drinks, no she doesn’t do drugs (unless medicines in the d&d count? I don’t know what sort of drugs they have), no she doesn’t smoke.

40. Are they good with children?

Yeah actually! She wants kids to have a happy youth, unlike what she had, so she’s willing to do things to entertain and help kiddos. If a kid cons her, she’d try to even hunt them down purely to see if there’s any way she could help them.

41. What sort of atmosphere does s/he give off?

Depends. Either antisocial or exceptional flirt depending on what’s going on to the average person.

42. Do they believe in any form of afterlife?

Yeah, she thinks there’s an afterlife. What it entails, she doesn’t dare imagine.

43. What’s the first thing s/he does in the morning after waking?

Roll outta bed/sleeping bag and get dressed, think about getting something to drink asap.

44. Who would be his/her voice actor/ress?

Morrigan from Dragon Age, voiced by Claudia Black. Dragon Age: Inquisition seems the best bet, as Morrigan’s voice seems more controlled and less bubbly than Origins. Perhaps Origins though when she’s interacting with Sul?

45. How would you describe his/her aesthetic?

Clothing wise: revealing/sexy. Personal taste: nature, stars, anything that’s just lulling, tranquil, natural to the world...

46. How would s/he react to supernatural/paranormal phenomenons?

Willing to fight a ghost. Probably be spooked at first, but after the first encounter with these sort of creations, she’d probably be okay. Just that first time... “woah let’s punch this ghost” half damage “holy shit you can punch a ghost? Cool. Also magic time becuz wow that didn’t do shit”.

47. How would s/he confess their love to others?

Judging by conversations with Heather, she’d be hecka frustrated. What are feelings. I don’t know what this is. Why do I care about you so much please explain this to me? And once she figures out that it’s love she’s feeling... that explains the confusion, the butterflies in her stomach, the awkward shyness even she couldn’t explain when she reacted to them being nice but... I must now blush... and hide my face...

48. How do they react to being bored?

Time to unbored herself by doing something. Hunting, pestering others, flirting, gambling, anything but sitting there jiggin her leg if she can help it. Restlessness doesn’t fit her.

49. Have they ever been stung by a bee?

Yush.

50. If they had to pick a Disney Princess/Prince, which do they like? Which do they feel most alike? Which do they aspire to be most like?

Essie would probably really like Tiana for her go-getter attitude. She probably feels most like Rapunzel, locked away from the world and badly treated by her ‘caretaker(s)’ (the city she grew up in) but now she’s free and adventuring and seeking her own trues and fulfilling her curiosities. Who she’d probably most aspire to be I guess would be Moana (not qualified as a Disney princess yet, but admirable all the same. Moana went on an adventure, conquered it, found herself, defeated the big bad, etc) or Merida (they share like-characteristics, and Merida didn’t need a man to complete her, though family/friends it reveals are important).

21 Q’s for d&d Chars and OCS, taken from here

1. What influenced or inspired the creation of this character?

First d&d campaign. Kept getting stuck between a handful of races. Finally got down to 4, then 3, then 2. Had to wait and see if Ammy would approve Yuan-Ti Purebloods. Got approved. Suddenly whAM - inspiration. Didn’t want a flat typical ‘evil’ Yuan-Ti. Her background was helpfully inspired by the one I picked- Urchin. I just continued adding tragedy because I’m an asshole.

2. What is your character’s relationship with their family? Family is a word which here refers to biological relatives, close companions, and/or the individual(s) who raised them.

Essie’s only known family was her mother. She was very close with her, sadly, her mom passed when she was young, probably 3-4ish. She never knew her dad. Her relationship with chosen family is positive. Details on ‘chosen’ family will be thought up further later, as I’m confident she’ll come to consider her traveling companions like family.

3. Who is the closest person to them?

Her mum (deceased), and eventually probably Sul and the group. I feel she’ll particularly enjoy Cackle and Adela but we’ll see~

4. What were the conditions surrounding their formative years?

Harsh livin of survival all her life yo. Fighting for food, stealing to get by, learning how to use and deceive people to get things she needed and then eventually, things she wanted.

5. What creature would they like to have as a pet?

Snakes and doggos.

6. Do they have any bad habits?

Does stealing count? Lmao uh, other than that, maybe gambling a bit..

7. Is there anyone they’d die for? Kill for?

Old friends, later their dnd group obviously.

8. Who was their first love?

I’m gonna be cheesy here and say Sulhadur. Mostly because she never really knew what love was anymore until him. Whoops feels-

9. How would this character react to someone confessing their love for them?

^ See up there, I know I answered a question like this already.

10. How old is this character?

Twenty.

11. Are they normally peaceful or aggressive?

Peaceful probably- just leave her be and let her do what she gonna do.

12. How does this character handle stress?

Probably get frustrated. Pull on hair, get loud, vent and rant.

13. Does your character consider themselves lucky?

Hahahahaah- no.

14. What is their favorite holiday?

I... Honestly don’t know? If we’re going by holidays present now, probably Halloween or smth low-key based around family. As for d&d holidays, of those I found, she’d probably prefer Trolltide (a variation on Halloween), and either Feast of the Moon or Feast of the Ancestors.

15. What is the best gift they could receive?

Mom’s love. //bricked// Mom’s ring??? That seems about all at the moment...

16. If they could instantly kill one person in the world without consequence, who would it be?

Probably everyone in their childhood city whoops- or at least someone there that caused her tremendous pain.

17. If they were in possession of a trio of wishes, what would their three wishes be?

Mom to come back to life (probably rejected), happiness (rejected), money (rejected), new clothes, new items to help with spells, idk something to help the dnd group as a whole then.

18. What is their favorite spell or method of attack?

Unknown at the moment. I’ll probably say her Magic Missiles and Acid Splash.

19. What are their guilty pleasures?

Give her desserts!

20. What is something this character is or could be addicted to?

Happiness? Desserts. Yes happiness and desserts sounds about right.

21. Have you actually played this character yet? 

Just started! :D

25 Q’s for your d&d Chars and OCs, taken from here

1. What is this character’s alignment?

Chaotic Neutral

2. What is a notable quote from this character? Alternatively, what is their favorite quote?

No notable quotes yet, just started playing her. Favorite quote would probably be something like ‘only the strong survive’ or ‘a sheep in wolves clothing’.

3. Summarize your character’s backstory with no more than three sentences.

Small innocent snake-child is born to a snake-lady whom has no spouse. She’s raised by her loving mother until she passes away of illness. The remainder of her life has been an uphill battle for survival and equality.

4. Describe your character using a song title.

Snake Charmer. //bricked// oR What Doesn’t Kill You Makes You Stronger.

5. Are there any story arcs you would like this character to explore?

ALL

6. What would your character like (or have liked) to do with their life?

They’d like to find happiness. They’d have liked to have a better childhood filled with joy and happiness too, and a healthy mom, and to better herself.

7. Who is your character’s best friend?

Solace technically from her old group. We’ll see what happens in her new group!

8. Who is your character’s worst enemy?

Miz’ri from her old group thus far~

9. Who has, for better or worse, had the most impact on your character’s life?

Thus far, her mother and the people of her childhood city.

10. What is the most badass thing this character has done?

Nothing really yet? Other than survive. Maybe persuaded Lord Hardon- I mean Amon- to chill his nuts.

11. What crime is this character most likely to be convicted of?

Thievery obviously lmao. And being too cute.

12. What meme would you use to describe the character?

Hello Darkness My Old Friend, But That’s None Of My Business, Fuck That Shit I’m Out.

13. Does this character swear frequently?

Probs!

14.What is this character’s relationship with religion or the church?

Fuck that shit I’m out, no thanks!

15. Would this character ever make a deal with a devil or dark spirit?

Under the right circumstances, maybe. But doubtful cuz she ain’t that stupid. Usually. Probably. Unless dire circumstances.

16. Emotion or Logic?

Logic. What are emotion. Plz explain.

17. Soup or Salad?

Soup and stews!

18. What is the character’s favorite Pokémon?

Phantump :’I

19. What Pokémon Go team would they be on?

Team Valor.

20. Is your character currently in love? Is there anyone in love with your character?

No-yes. Eventually.

21. Do you ship your character with any other characters? (This includes characters from other universes and canons)

Sul and her are meant to be okay.....

22. How would this character seduce a lover?

OH GOD well- apparently with flirty, charm, good looks, lots of hip swaying, smooth talking, etc (and her high Persuasion stat) works in her favor. Sul it- it would just come naturally. Essie’s shy with him it’s precious. It’s because she loves him tho.

23. If your character could play any part in a drama, stage production, or musical, what part would they play?

Behind the scenes, probably something like a makeup artist. In a piece, she’d probably be an actress, and a more low-key role because plz don’t spotlight me the arts aren’t my thing...

24. What is your character’s favorite album?

WIP WIP WIP ?? No albums in d&d realm so??? questionable.

25. What does this character mean to you?

I love her she’s my new daughter duh.

#Essie rw

[ethicallysourcedhumanmeat]

Yooran Week Day One

@yooranweek First Meeting prompt. I rewrote this one since I’m still trying to recover my files.   This kind of nsfw, there’s violence, abuse mentions, suicidal idealiation.  2200 words

AO3

He was expecting them and he would deliver them to Savior.  She had expected it, the little pot of ointment sitting near his keyboard when he came back from Communion had made that clear.  Her little Peach was too quickly accustomed to having a name, to being a person.  She may still be feeding him the information he needed but he could tell she had reservations.

She was starting to learn how Savior worked, and she didn’t like it.

[Peach]: Incoming ETA unknown, Luciel and Yoosung. [Unknown]: Maintain cover, continue with the party unless you hear otherwise. [Peach]: There’s not really a bomb right? [Peach]: She didn’t know about it right? [Peach]:Right?

Not much good going to school had done her, she couldn’t even see how expendable she was.  Once he would have told her as much, he’d even felt bad when she cried.  Savior had never hurt her, but she would make her watch while she beat him.  She would make her watch while he was rewarded. 

Rewards were chosen at Saviors discretion and to her tastes, whether he liked them or not, sometimes they were worse than the punishments.  But not this time, not the boy with the purple eyes.

It’s not the chance to break him that has Saeran so excited, he’s been watching him so long that he knows how easy it will be, how close to broken that deceptive smile already is.  He’s excited to have a pet.  The sad dog makes him sick but to have his own, he wasn’t going to waste this opportunity like Savior had.

He wouldn’t make Yoosung Kim into his own sad dog, he would have a loyal puppy, a guard dog, a companion.

He watches them in Luciel’s ridiculous car, not so stupid as to park in the driveway but close enough so make him scoff.  This man had ruined his life, had abandoned him to become a secret agent and he couldn’t even disguise his approach.  He watches Luciel leave the boy with the car, he knows what he’ll do and he lets him, he’s already accounted for it, the Castle is ready.

He watches Luciel smile, his success assumed from the start, as he makes his way back to the boy.  He watches as they make their way through empty halls only mildly suspicious, and he watches as they enter the server room, practically cheering on their impending success.

Luciel lies.  Luciel lies so much he believes them and Saeran can’t help but question everything he’s known, just for a split second, just because he knows Savior lies too, when it serves her purpose.  But it doesn’t matter, if there was truth to it none of it matters anymore.  That boy is dead, there is only him and he is nothing, he is no one, he is unknown.

They run. Luciel is so good at running, practiced.  He doesn’t even notice when the pretty puppy isn’t right behind him.  He smiles, holding the boy by the collar so he has to watch the man he thought was his friend get in his car alone.

Lavender eyes wide while he gasps for air.

“He’ll come back for me,” Yoosung says with more confidence that he’d thought the boy had left.

“That’s what he always says,” he snorts.  “Will you try to run if I let you go?”

“I—”

He twists his collar choking him just enough to make him sputter and cough.  “Don’t lie now, I still have to decide what to do with you.”

“Y-yes,” Yoosung sputters, “of-of course!”

“Good boy,” he coos.  Hands grasp at his wrists but there’s no effort to push him off, despite the fact that he has to drag his new pup along behind him.  He hits a few keys, displaying the CCTV feed from Saviors apartment on the screen in front of his new puppy.

“J-Jisu,” Yoosung says quietly, “you’re not going to-to hurt her, right?”

“Hmmm,” he digs in his drawer, he had a plain nylon collar somewhere, something left from his practice pets, some of Savior’s better rewards. “You should worry more about me,” he smiles, pressing the boy to sit on his stool.

He presses himself against Yoosung, wild green eyes even with the wide terrified lavender ones as he pulls the nylon to it’s full length and snakes it in-between his wrists and the length of the stool.

“Do wh-whatever you want t-to me but you c-can’t hurt her, ok?”

Yes, he’d watched the little Peach turn this little abandoned puppy into her guard dog in less than a week.  If he’d been called to Paradise to replace his brother than Peach had been called to replace Yoosung Kim and the lost puppy had seen his former master in the little Peach.

He laughs when he slaps him, the way Savior would when he asked too much. He watches the start of a bruise blossom, the skin split, the trickle of blood from his mouth.  Did he look this sweet when he bled?

“I told you,” he snaps his fingers, he can feel his voice pitched with barely contained excitement, “it’s me you should worry about, she’s done her part but I have you now.”

He can smell the fear on him, a proper puppy might have wet himself by now, but he knew this dog had a bite.  He can see it there behind his wide eyes.  The cornered puppy was ready to bite back. 

He gather’s the little pot, the gift from savior and starts to spread it on his fingers, well aware of the image he presents as his new toy cowers. “What are you going to do to me?”  Yoosung whispers.

“Don’t worry pet,” he smirks, he knows his voice is wild, and frantic and he can’t suppress the manic laughter that bubbles out of his throat.

The first scream Yoosung lets out has him hard, straining at his jeans to press against the pretty puppy’s thigh while he drags his nails across the tender flesh.  He runs the flat of his tongue along that pretty, damp cheek to catch his tears before he pries his eye open.

Yoosung’s wails and choked sobs are music, sweeter than any soft sigh or satisfied moan.  He could cum just from the sound of them he considers, pressing himself harder against the stricken boy’s thigh, as he digs his fingers into his eye.  The glorious sight of tears and gore running down his cheek is a sight to remember.

He presses a light kiss to his other cheek and takes a step back to gather his phone.  A photo to remember it by.

That’s when the door swung open, that’s when the sad dog was pushing past unfamiliar faces to take his new toy away, his puppy, his prize.

*

Saeyoung is babbling in front of him.  It’s been months since the castle in the mountains.  He knows he’s not that person anymore and after his last stint in the hospital he’s mostly aware that he doesn’t want to go back, that he wants to be, something, not that person.

He’d seen them at a distance since then, since that day when everything had changed and the Sad Dog had turned on them and drug them out of Paradise.  On good days he can recognise the lies in his memories, believe his brother when he tells him what’s real and what’s fake.  On good days he knows the scared boy in the hall isn’t real.  On good days he knows he’s not the monster under his bed.

“I can tell them to go,” Saeyoung is saying.  He’s been standing there squinting into the dark for so long that Saeran can’t remember exactly who he’s talking about.  “I’m sure they’ll understand it’s just, she worries about you, you know?”

He shrugs, remembering, Jisu was here, they had names now, he wasn’t unknown and she wasn’t the peach, they were Jisu and Saeran and they were people.  “Yeah, in a minute.”

His brother nods, the hint of a smile on his face as he turns from the doorway.  Saeran reaches for his sweater but stops.  What was the point of covering the dirty gauze at his wrists, they knew.  Everyone knew.   Maybe it would make them cry, maybe he could see something in their eyes that might remind him how he was supposed to feel.

He’s reminded how awkward it is to see her now.  Now that she wasn’t bait, now that they weren’t trying to save each other, now that they weren’t competing to live.  She reaches out a hand and carefully runs it over his shoulder, the one without the tattoo, without the permanent reminder.  His brother had offered, and then Jumin Han had also, to have it covered or removed but he didn’t want to.  Not yet, maybe not ever.

If he was going to live with what he’d done, he wasn’t going to forget.

“Hi,” he’s standing just behind everyone with a bundle in his arms.  Smiling through bright red glasses, not a hint of fear in his mismatched purple eyes.

Jisu and Saeyoung stand a little firmer than they need to as he pushes in between them holding the box out in front of him.

“I didn’t know what you liked,” he’s blushing.  Yoosung isn’t pale with fear, not shaking or nervous around the man who tried to blind him and turn him into a pet, he’s just nervous.  Nervous around a new person.  “I got one of everything, so I hope you can find something you like.”

Seran reaches out, carefully like it might be a trap, like any moment Savior would slap the box of still warm pastries from his hand and force him to do something terrible.  Something he might have wanted to do once, but not now.

“I-I uh, thank you,” he forces himself to say.  This would be easier if there wasn’t an audience.  If Saeyoung and perfect Jisu who’d freed herself weren’t watching on and judging his reactions.

That bright smile, more real now than Saeran remembers over the monitors.  Not forced or hiding just happy, just for him.  He can feel Saeyoung and Jisu relax and he puts the box on the nearest table without even looking into it. 

Yoosung is already on the couch, remote in hand pulling something up on the television and Jisu and Saeyoung are moving into the computer room, he suspects there is party business to discuss.  The next one was soon, he also suspects from the sheepish way Yoosung is smiling that he invited himself along.

“What do you like to watch?” He asks, watching him over the back of the couch. 

Saeran shrugs, and moves to stand near the couch but he can’t bring himself to sit down on it.

“Well what don’t you like?” Yoosung tries.

“That stupid sponge guy cartoon,” Saeran says without thinking and Yoosung laughs.  His heart presses against his ribs and he tries desperately to think of some way to keep him laughing.

“OK,” Yoosung nods.

He finds something stupid, a drama or something that Saeran wouldn’t have chosen in a million years but he’s not watching it, he’s watching Yoosung Kim.  Sitting on his brother’s filthy sofa watching TV next to him.  Next to the person who tried to hurt him, who definitely would have killed his girlfriend, and countless others in that building had the opportunity arose, who’d shot a man.  None of it even six months ago.

He’s not sure when his hands had started shaking.

“Are you ok, Saeran?”  Yoosung asks and those lavender eyes are worried for him.  Even the dull one he’d almost taken.

“I, uh I’m—Why aren’t you afraid of me?” He blurts out.  He needs to know, it won’t make a difference, he could feel the pressure building in his guts, the floating feeling that came before.

“I didn’t think I needed to be,” Yoosung says carefully.

“I tried to hurt you,” he says unable to stop himself.

Yoosung shrugs and moves closer to him. “That wasn’t you,” he says with conviction.

Saeran snorts, even as he feels his knees buckle.  He can see Yoosung vault over the couch as he starts to crumple.  He babbles, he’s not sure either of them even know what he says, sitting crumpled on the floor with Yoosung’s arms around him. 

His brother had stopped him once, and he’d mostly just been biding his time.  There was no real reason to go on, but no real reason to rush to die.  No real way he could be anything good after everything he’d done.  Not as far as he could see, and how could he see any differently when Saeyoung always looked to worried, when Jisu looked so guarded.  When she’d assimilated to being a person so completely and he was somewhere in between.

But this boy, this person he’d wanted to hurt.  This person he’d wanted to own, looked at him like he was something else, like he was already real, already good.  He could feel the worried tears from Yoosung’s damaged eyes soaking through his hair and despite all the things he’d done.  The thing’s he’d done and wanted to do to Yoosung alone.

Yoosung Kim would be sad if he died.

#yooranweek #yooran #yoosung kim #saeran choi #catalyst #mystic messenger

[creepyloli19]

Questions

I cannot believe I'm actually posting one of these. So here goes. Enjoy, I guess... 1. Who was the last person you held hands with? I held hands with my girlfriend, Nicole. 
 2. Are you outgoing or shy? That all depends on who I'm around. 
3. Who are you looking forward to seeing? I'm looking forward to seeing my best friend again, Eliot. 
 4. Are you easy to get along with? Again, that all depends on who I'm around. If I couldn't be bothered with you, then I would say no. I wouldn't be easy to get along with, seeing as how I would clam up. 
5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you? Of course they would. 
6. What kind of people are you attracted to?
I'm attracted to people who aren't afraid to feel, people who are creative and who understand that we were not human beings, but that we're actually spiritual beings just having a very brief human experience. 7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now? I would certainly hope so. But deep down, I believe that I will be. 
8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind? Jeffrey dean Morgan 
9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable? That all depends on who I'm talking about sex with. If it's with friends, then I'm all over the place. If it's with a parent then I behave. If it's with strangers, I don't say shit. 
10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with? Nicole. 
11. What does the most recent text that you sent say? "I needed to see that." 
12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now? Sign of the times-Harry styles Heathens-twenty one pilots I started a joke-the bee gees Black hole sun-soundgarden Santeria-sublime 
13. Do you like it when people play with your hair? Only in a certain way. And if I ask for it. 
14. Do you believe in luck and miracles? I do. 
15. What good thing happened this summer? I traveled with my girlfriend and we went to festivals. 
16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? Hell yes. 
17. Do you think there is life on other planets? Absolutely. 
18. Do you still talk to your first crush? No. He's dead lol 
19. Do you like bubble baths? I do, actually. Unfortunately I haven't had one in ages. I should probably take the time to scrub my tub and have one. It'll probably ease my anxiety too. 
20. Do you like your neighbors? I don't really care about them except for Carol. She's old. And harmless. 
21. What are you bad habits? I drink too much. Swear too much. Feel too much. 
22. Where would you like to travel? Directly to the Sistine chapel. But I'll settle for New Orleans right now. 
23. Do you have trust issues? Oh, big time. 
24. Favorite part of your daily routine? Heading home to eat, watch Netflix and nap. 
25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with? My armpits. 
26. What do you do when you wake up? Get mad. 
27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker? Nope. Don't care. 
28. Who are you most comfortable around? People who I know want me to feel comfortable. 
29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up? Yes. 
30. Do you ever want to get married? Yes. 
31. If your hair long enough for a pony tail? Yes. Technically for a man bun. But I think that still counts. 
32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with? Jeffrey dean Morgan Scar jo Vera farmiga Keanu Reeves Twenty one pilots 33. Spell your name with your chin. If my windows were open they'd probably think that I was having a seizure. Or developed Parkinson's. 
34. Do you play sports? What sports? Nope. 
35. Would you rather live without TV or music? Without tv 
36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them? Yes. 
37. What do you say during awkward silences? Nothing. 
38. Describe your dream girl/guy? Someone who gives a fucking shit about me. Forever. And understands me even though half the time I don't get myself. 
39. What are your favorite stores to shop in? Clothing stores. Toy stores. And witch shops. 
40. What do you want to do after high school? I already graduated. Like a million years ago. 
41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance? Maybe. 
42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean? Could mean anything really. Depends on what I'm doing while I'm extremely quiet. 
43. Do you smile at strangers? Yup. 
44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean? Neither. They're both horrifying. I'd rather watch that shit happen on the discovery channel or something. 
45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning? My alarm... 
46. What are you paranoid about? Everything. 
47. Have you ever been high? Yes. 
48. Have you ever been drunk? More times than I can count on my fingers and toes. 
49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about? Yes. 
50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore? Gray, I think. 
51. Ever wished you were someone else? I used to, yeah. 
52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself? My insanity. 
53. Favourite makeup brand? Tarte. 
54. Favourite store? Witch shop. 
55. Favourite blog? Poetry blogs on tumblr. 
56. Favourite colour? Blue. 
57. Favourite food? Junk. 
58. Last thing you ate? My girlfriend's mom's pasta and salad. 
59. First thing you ate this morning? An elote. 
60. Ever won a competition? For what? Yes. A race in elementary school during gym. 
61. Been suspended/expelled? For what? I had a Saturday suspension for snatching my own pen back from some cunt ass kid who took it from me. 
62. Been arrested? For what? Nope. 
63. Ever been in love? Unfortunately, yes. 
64. Tell us the story of your first kiss? I was in preschool. We had runny noses and it tasted like cereal. 
65. Are you hungry right now? Yes. I think I'll have a toaster strudel or something. 
66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends? I don't really have friends on tumblr. Wish I did though... might help a lot. 
67. Facebook or Twitter? Ugh, neither. 
68. Twitter or Tumblr? Tumblr. 
69. Are you watching tv right now? Yup. The office. 
70. Names of your bestfriends? Maria. Eliot. Nessa. 
71. Craving something? What? Sex. And alcohol. 
72. What colour are your towels? All shades, pretty much. 
72. How many pillows do you sleep with? One. 
73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals? Yup. 
74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have? About 40. More or less. 
75. Favourite animal? Cat. 
76. What colour is your underwear? Black and yellow... Black and yellow, Black and yellow, Black and yellow eeeeyyyyyyyyyy 
77. Chocolate or Vanilla? Vanilla. 
78. Favourite ice cream flavour? Vanilla. 
79. What colour shirt are you wearing? Gray sweater that Eliot actually gave me. 
80. What colour pants? Not wearing any. Wink wink 
81. Favourite tv show? Right now? Supernatural. 
82. Favourite movie? No way. Couldn't possibly pick. It changes all the time. 
83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2? Bitch. What the FUCK is mean girls 2? Fuck that. Mean Girls. No fucking shit. You got me all the way fucked up. Mean girls 2 doesn't exist. Shit... 
84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street? Mean girls. 
85. Favourite character from Mean Girls? Regina, duh. 
86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo? Dory. 
87. First person you talked to today? Nicole. 
88. Last person you talked to today? Maria. 
89. Name a person you hate? I try not to hate people. Makes me feel ugly. But if I really had to pick, then the person who raped me. 
90. Name a person you love? Mom. Dad. Maria. Nic. Eliot. Nessa. Abby. My uncle. Grandparents. Colby. 
91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now? Yes. 
92. In a fight with someone? Nah. 
93. How many sweatpants do you have? Maybe 3-4. 
94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have? At least 6. 
95. Last movie you watched? Psycho. 
96. Favourite actress? Vera Farmiga. 
97. Favourite actor? Jeffrey dean Morgan. (Are you seeing the trend here?) 
98. Do you tan a lot? Only in the summer. Naturally. 
99. Have any pets? Wish I did. I have a few ghosts in my house. Do those count? 
100. How are you feeling? Annoyed. Sad. Anxious. 
101. Do you type fast? Abnormally fast. 
102. Do you regret anything from your past? Yup. 
103. Can you spell well? Yes. 
104. Do you miss anyone from your past? All of the time. 
105. Ever been to a bonfire party? Several times. Always got drunk. Smells amazing. 
106. Ever broken someone’s heart? Yup. Few times. 
107. Have you ever been on a horse? Yeah. That was uncomfortable, though. And horses don't like me. I don't think. 
108. What should you be doing? Getting ready for bed. 
109. Is something irritating you right now? Yes. This house. 
110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt? Oh, yeah. 
111. Do you have trust issues? Big time. 
112. Who was the last person you cried in front of? Nicole. 
113. What was your childhood nickname? Mayoyo. 
114. Have you ever been out of your province/state? Yup. Several times. 
115. Do you play the Wii? Used to. When it first came out. Not really a video gamer. 
116. Are you listening to music right now? I was. That Harry styles, sign of the times song. 
117. Do you like chicken noodle soup? Love it. Just had it last week. 
118. Do you like Chinese food? You bet. 
119. Favourite book? Looking For Alaska. 
120. Are you afraid of the dark? I'm afraid of what's lurking in it. 
121. Are you mean? I certainly can be. 
122. Is cheating ever okay? No. I can understand why people do it. But it's never justifiable. 
123. Can you keep white shoes clean? If I owned white shoes, or gave a shit. Then, yeah. Maybe. 
124. Do you believe in love at first sight? Yup. 
125. Do you believe in true love? Yes. 
126. Are you currently bored? Nope. 
127. What makes you happy? Cumming. 
128. Would you change your name? Sure. 
129. What your zodiac sign? Sagittarius, baby. 
130. Do you like subway? Mm hm. 
131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? If I had a connection with them and liked them back then I would attempt to pursue something further with them. If not then I would graciously turn them down. 
132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? Nicole. 
133. Favourite lyrics right now? "There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin." 
134. Can you count to one million? I don't care to... 
135. Dumbest lie you ever told? I wasn't allowed to wear makeup in 6th grade. I wore eyeliner to school a few times anyway. One day I rushed to take it off before my mom came home. I use baby oil as makeup remover. When she came to kiss me hello, she asked me why my cheek was smeared in the stuff. So I said that I'd used it as a moisturiser... 
136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed? Always closed. 
137. How tall are you? About 5"6' 
138. Curly or Straight hair? Very curly 
139. Brunette or Blonde? Brown 
140. Summer or Winter? Summer 
141. Night or Day? Night 
142. Favourite month? I guess October 
143. Are you a vegetarian? Nah, fuck that. 
144. Dark, milk or white chocolate? Milk. 
145. Tea or Coffee? Coffee. 
146. Was today a good day? Sure. Got to see nic. Got way better after that. 
147. Mars or Snickers? Snickers, all the way. 
148. What’s your favourite quote? Something John green said in Looking For Alaska about where all of your memories go after you die. 
149. Do you believe in ghosts? Yup. I interact with them all the time. 
150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page? "That just looking at her face was giving me unrealistic expectations that would haunt me for the rest of my life." Look it up. Figure out where it's from. I won't be ashamed when you find out. I love it!!! With all my might