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beanieman · 10 months

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Assigning You A Liminal Space Based On Your Favorite YTTD Character

Sara Chidouin - A classroom where words appear on the chalkboard every half hour. Sometimes they tell of false hints and other times they ask why you came here. There's a knife in the middle desk.

Joe Tazuna - An endless metal tunnel where you can see light at the end. It always glows a different color and you feel like you're getting farther away the longer you walk. You can hear a dog barking beyond the "exit."

Gin Ibushi - An animal shelter that smells like wet dog. In the upper left corner there's a pile of stuffed animal that you can use as a bed. Sometimes they come to life.

Keiji Shinogi - An airport that feels just slightly too humid. Out of the corner of your eye you can see visions of the dead. It's always 3AM.

Alice Yabusame - The hallway of your childhood that's filled with family photos and the smell of something you can't quite place but fills you with nostalgia. No matter how far you walk the path things stay the same.

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Reko Yabusame - A mall where a new store opens every hour. It's never similar to one that you've seen before. It looks like light is streaming from somewhere, but you can't see any windows or doors. The bitter smell lingers in the air.

Nao Egokoro - A train where little snacks and drinks are sat upon the table. You aren't sure where you're going, but it seems like you have a destination. It's a little too cold but there's a blanket under one of the seats.

Kazumi Mishima - The room is totally empty expect for chalk on the floor. The walls are chalkboards so you can draw or write your thoughts. Too bad you can't do anything else.

Q-taro Burgerberg - An empty stadium that's closed off from overhead. You hear cheers and boos from an audience you not see as if you're the only one invisible. There's a popcorn and slushy maker at the top bleacher.

Kai Satou - A grocery store that smells oddly like plastic and seems to restock itself. You haven't seen any employees, but you feel like they're in the vicinity.

Kanna Kizuchi - An endless hallway where flowers grow up to your knees. Sometimes it feels like they're wrapping around your ankles and trying to drag you down, but you can pull them off with enough might. Some flowers smell like pudding, and the others smell like metal.

Shin Tsukimi - A convivence store filled with neon lights where the air is thick and it feels hard to breath. Exits sometimes appear only to disappear right before you reach them.

Dolls

Ranmaru Kageyama - A doorway with a black void at both sides. No matter which way you go or how far you run you'll always end up back in the same place.

Naomichi Kurumada - An indoor pool where the smell of chlorine hits your nose and makes you dizzy. There's floats for you to lounge on if you get tired, along with dive rings if you're up for a challenge. Just don't go too far down or you might think you've found an exit and won your escape...

Anzu Kinashi - A circus tent that's one big circle. Music played by horns and trumpets ring in your ears and you can vaguely taste the flavor of cotton candy. A clown is watching you but you'll never know as he always disappears before you turn around.

Mai Tsurugi - A bakery that only has one small lamp by the counter. There's a tip jar that shows you an exit if you put in enough coins, but it vanishes just as fast as it appeared. This is a metaphor for capitalism.

Shunsuke Hayasaka - A library that makes you forget your name and where you came from. You aren't sure which books you've read and which you've forgotten. There's a papercut on your finger. You aren't sure how you got it.

Hinako Mishuku - The place is indistinguishable. You don't know where you are or how you got here. It's dark and none of your scents work properly. All you can wonder is if you're actually dead. You know it's some kind of room because every once in awhile you run into a wall. You didn't know you were in a room.

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lolitystories · 5 months

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Don't let me down 10: Inside the web.

When Miguel arrived at Sara's apartment, everything had been destroyed. He arrived after the battle...

He tried to call Lyla, but she didn't answer.

He started looking for a clue when his brother arrived.

"Shit..."

"..."

"You know where they..."

"No."

Gabriel helped him sift through the wreckage and headed towards Sara's computer.

"Okay. That should do it."

"What are you doing ?"

"Locating Dana's phone, if she still has it with her, we'll also know where Sara is."

He managed to restart the computer, he then connected, with his virtual headset.

"..."

"What's the matter ?"

"Sara put a protection, I just have to figure out how to pass through."

“Is there a password?”

"Yes, but..."

“Try 1410.”

"...It's good."

Gabriel lifted his glasses to look at him.

“It’s her father’s birthday.”

Gabriel continued his research then gave a satisfied smile.

"I found it."

"Where is she ?"

"...Alchemax."

"Of course..."

Miguel activated his watch and his costume appeared.

"Miguel wait. There are two of them and you're alone, you won't be able to beat them."

“Maybe, but I can at least save her.”

“There is another solution.”

"Which ?"

"Trust me."

"..."

"I know I don't have powers like you. But I can help you, we can save her and maybe beat them, but you have to trust me."

Miguel closed his eyes and thought.

He remembered the young boy who would come and hide in his bed when he had a nightmare. The brother he protected from the anger of their parents. Today he was an adult and... He was exhausted, he needed help, but he was afraid.

Fear of losing those he loves.

“I don’t want to lose you Miguel.”

"Me neither."

"So... Just this once, listen to me."

He sighed and Gabriel was afraid he would refuse.

"Okay Gabi. What's your plan?"

"Wakey ! Wakey !"

"..."

Sara opened her eyes.

She had a headache and the world around her seemed upside down.

Oh... But maybe that's because she was upside down.

Her eyes widened and she tried not to scream as she noticed that she was tied by the feet, with a strange black substance. Just above the void.

She was attached to the illuminated sign of the Alchemax building.

"Well... It took you a while to wake up Sleeping Beauty..."

Venom told him, a little too close to her face.

“What exactly do you want from me?”

“You know how history repeats itself ?”

Said the goblin, arriving on her glider.

"When he comes to save you, he won't have time to catch you. That's how your great-grandmother died. What was her name again ?"

She said amusedly, pretending not to remember.

“...Dana.”

"..."

"I'm sorry for what happened to you. If I could, I would save you, but I wouldn't let you hurt him or anyone else. It would destroy you."

Something seemed to change in her eyes, but that glimmer disappeared immediately.

"How about we make her scream a little, maybe that will make him come faster, I'm starting to get bored..."

Said Venom, bringing his long claws closer to her face.

“Get away from her now !”

Miguel was there, a sigh of relief escaped Sara's lips, but it was short-lived.

"NOW !"

Shouted the goblin.

Venom removed Sara's bonds and she began to fall. Spider-man rushed forward, but Venom and the Goblin blocked his path.

The moment his hand was about to touch hers. Venom jumped on him, propelling him away, while Dana threw her bombs.

Sara kept her arms outstretched and saw the floors go by, her brain didn't have time to understand what was happening.

She closed her eyes, waiting for the inevitable.

The villains watched as Spider-Man was destroyed by their attacks. And they realized something. Under the suit, there was only metal.

There was no one inside !

They turned their heads there. Sara had disappeared. By the time they realized it, a red web had caught up with her and brought her back to safety, in Miguel's arms.

"Mig..."

"I've got you."

He held her close to him, as if to make sure she was really there.

"I've got you..."

She snuggled into his arms, breathing heavily and trying to calm her trembling.

"I'm sorry."

"No, you don't have to apologize, I should have stayed by your side. I was so scared that you were..."

"..."

"I was never meant to be a hero. And maybe I never will be..."

“Miguel…”

"But if I can become your hero, that will be enough..."

Sara looked at him, she placed a hand on his cheek.

"I don’t want to lose you."

"You won't lose me..."

He looked at her eyes, then her lips hesitantly.

Sara understood and closed her eyes. She was going to let him decide.

Slowly, he moved closer, shyly brushing her lips. Before kissing.

At first it was just light touches, soft and fragile.

He put his hand behind her head to pull her closer. As she put her hands behind his neck.

He smelled good... He had always smelled good, if she could, she would forget everything, just to stay by his side forever.

She could feel his fangs tickling her lips, careful not to bite her.

He continued to place soft kisses on her lips, barely giving her time to catch her breath.

Then he moved down to her neck, to continue placing kisses there.

“Miguel…”

He moved a hand to the bottom of her neck, then her waist.

They hung above the void, lying in his web.

She was trapped by the spider... But honestly, there was no other place she would want to be.

Until the sound of an explosion brings them back to reality.

The couple looked at each other.

It was time to wake up.

Miguel handed him her bracelet and she put on her costume.

“If you don’t show up, we’re going to burn this city to the ground!”

“Miguel, Sara, I have an idea for the symbiote.”

Gabriel told them, into the headset.

“Gabriel?”

Sara asked surprised.

“Glad to see you’re okay and sorry to interrupt.”

Miguel and Sara looked at each other with a blush.

“Gabi !”

“You could also mute the microphone!”

“Sorry ?”

They shouted.

"Yeah um... Like I said, Venom can't handle ultrasound or fire. If I can connect to the city's alarms, it could break him away from its host, you just have to destroy the symbiote."

"You can do that ?"

"Give me some time, Lyla will be reconnected soon. If you bring her to the center of the city, it will be perfect."

“Do you think they will follow us very nicely ?”

Said Miguel.

“They want to kill us. They will follow us”

She sighed.

"I'll try to resonate Dana."

She told him.

"Are you sure ?"

"She's still there. I have to try."

He knew he couldn't hold her, but he squeezed her hand one last time.

"Be careful. Promise me..."

“Only if you promise me too.”

She placed a quick kiss on his lips, then smiled sadly at him, before leaving.

“Dana !”

The goblin turned around. With a smile on his face, hysterical laughter echoed from the sky.

“Sara !!!”

She lunged towards her and Venom was about to do the same, but Miguel attacked the creature.

“Your target is me.”

The alien let out a howl, before starting to attack him.

Meanwhile, the two women returned to the roof of Alchemax.

The rain was still falling...

“I always hated you.”

"...You hate me. But I know that Dana had nothing to do with the jester."

“Oh but yes, we are the same person, our hatred, our desire for power, we are the same !”

"But Dana couldn't have killed someone..."

“You don’t know anything about me !”

She rushed with her glider and Sara deployed her electric webs to dodge and throw her off balance.

"What do you know about me !? Nothing! We haven't experienced the same things, how could you understand me !?"

Dana threw several bombs into the air to blind her, then took out her blades from her wrists, to stab her.

“You all abandoned me, when I needed you the most !”

"...I'm sorry, I never knew you were suffering, just like I was suffering..."

She pushed her away and tried to trap her in her webs.

"I never wanted this ! All of this... It's my father's fault ! My mother who abandoned me and my sister... The perfect child... Just like you. No matter how hard I tried, I was always going to be beaten, no matter how perfect, pretty, intelligent I was... I wasn't attracting anyone who was really interested in me... No one who understood me... "

Dana broke her web and shot her, but Sara avoided the rays to get closer and fight her with her bare hands.

"You suffered, I understand. But that doesn't excuse everything. All the harm you did around you when you were the goblin, you were aware of it, weren't you ?"

"..."

"I'm going to arrest you and then..."

"And then what ? Put me in prison for the rest of my life !? You're the child prodigy, having a gift has never been a problem for you. You're the daughter of a hero !"

Dana manages to break the bones in her left hand.

“Aaahhhh!!!!”

“You’re going to taste our revenge, spider !”

"...You... You're wrong."

"..."

"I was never good enough, I don't have powers, I caused the death of my grandmother, I couldn't save my father... I couldn't stay with my mother because I was so afraid... I’ve always been afraid !”

"..."

"I'm sorry! If I had really tried, maybe I could have helped you, if I hadn't been so distant from everyone, maybe... I really could have been your friend..."

Something in Dana's eyes softened.

"...I believed it too... But it's too late."

"... ......"

Sara froze.

The goblin's blade had just pierced her.

"Bye bye spider..."

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greenlog17 · 1 month

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The characters who are apart of each mafia in my archon mafia au, because some of these need some explaining.

Mondstat: all the nuns of the church, which yes, means barbaras part of the mafia, rosearia is mondstats mafias closest thing to a hitman, kaeya is also part of the mafia as an inside man on the kinghts and as a contact point with the abyss order branch of the mafia, notably, dliuc is NOT part of the mafia, altough he does work with them for the betterment of mondstat.

Liyue: all of the adepti¹ (mountain shaper, moon carver, xianyun, xiao, ganyu, madame ping and any other adepti still running about) as well as the disciples of the adepti like shenhe and yaoyao are part of the mafia, notably the exeception to this is yanfei who acts as their hired legal adviser.

Inazuma: with inazuma its honnestly easier to list who isnt apart of a mafia those being yoimiya although she does work with the kamisato mafia, itto doesnt really care about this whole mafia hubbub and just hangs out with his gang, and heizou who is still a detective doing detective things. Everyone else is either apart of the raidens (sara, yae miko and shogun/ei²) the watasumi (kokomi, gorou) or the kamisatos (ayato, ayaka, thoma, and sayu)

Sumeru: As mentioned in the archon quest post nilou, cyno and alhaitham are apart of the mafia, dehya is aswell but collei and tinghari are not apart of the mafia but do treat their wounds and provide medicine if they show up.

Fontaine: other then furina and nuevellette corlinde, navia, writhosley and sigiwine are also apart of the mafia. Charlotte is the only reporter thats gotten close to revealing the truth and the only reason she hasent disappeared into the depths of the fortress is because of the positive light she paints for the mafia, cheverouse also isn't apart of the mafia and actually rather dislikes the mafia. Chori is also not part of the mafia but accepts commissions from them because business is business.

The fatui: pretty much your canon cast of fatui, you got your harbingers and your lyney and lynette and all them, with the exception the dottore who was kicked out for unethicaly experimenting on scaramuche³ and collei.

The abyss order: this contains everyone who really isnt tied down to one nation or has connections there (aka kaeya). This includes beidou and kazuha as their main smuggling operation, dain, the twins and other abyss order characters.

¹the yakshas due to a lack of dead god karma are all alive in this au and are apart of the mafia (also, it would be weird if the mafia was like, 8 people and thats it.)

²makoto still dies in this au, just instead of in kanriah its during a tenryou commision raid, this still results in the creation of scaramuche and the shogun but with scaramuche being built to fill the void that makotos death left and shogun to take over while ei grieves.

³scaramuche instead of being abandoned is told by ei that he should go experience the world and form his own opinions, and the safest way to do that is to transfer over to the fatui.

#genshin impact #genshin au #archon mafia au #all the characters #especially the ones that are apart of the mafia #btw anybody reading these is welcome to make fanfic or fanart or hell #even aus of this au #it would be nice to see how others would take it.#would they write angst? would they write crack? something inbetween?#who knows except the writer!#and sometimes not even they know!

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werdlewrites · 6 months

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summary: “What else do you see?” He stands at the other end of the path, beckoning her closer with the wave of his hand. He offers comfort and a secure place to land as the gaps fill and her burden becomes too difficult to carry. The weight dragged her down until he could help carry the load on his shoulders. It’s always been her journey. Friends once stood where he now was, eager to offer a helping hand and disappointed when she turned the other way. Now, in this loneliness, she seeks closure and rest. “I see everything.” warnings: smoking, horror theme wc: 2,184

Time is a mere illusion within the woods of Hawkins. A concept buried deep beneath the brush - allowing the night to stretch on forever, convincing all who wander that only an abyss awaits them. A black hole to swallow you up if you dare to get a closer look. It’s a hallucination. A twist of the mind as aching eyes stare out into the nothingness, branches shifting and tangling until a figure stands in the shadows. The moonlight catches the late-night dew, casting a glowing stare of hellhounds out beyond the perimeter. They wait for a moment of weakness - a time of rest before striking. But Autumn Reid has rested enough by the force of something foreign. If the girl idles for long, she swears the burn still swims through now-cleansed veins. Or maybe it’s the ache in her lungs as another plume of toxic smoke spills inward, chapped lips sealed around the filter of a stolen cigarette. It’s all a method of distraction - a poor attempt at keeping inner hauntings at bay, locked behind the doors she wished had remained shut. Ghosts wail within her, nails dragging along her spine and she takes another long drag to disguise the pain. She expels them with an exhale, watching as they dance with grace before disappearing into the night. The ghosts look an awful lot like the children she’s seen - like the man who broke her. And though they meld with the air, unseen - they leave a foul stench in the air, and she drinks it all in. She’s stripped down to the bone, letting sweet death render her numb as she stares out into the void.

Then, a shift of light. High beams pushing through the foliage, paired with the crunch of Earth bending under the pressure. She finds the blinding lights presenting as the eyes of a demon, ready to bear a wicked grin and consume the girl. But the lights are rapidly dimmed as the hum of an engine becomes silent, followed by the slam of a car door. “What the hell are you doing out here?” Hopper questions. His voice strained, holding back the anger to remain hidden amongst the trees. “Smoking,” she replies with a heavy sigh, ignoring the way he stormed through fallen leaves and branches to swipe away the carton on the floorboards. “Are these - these are mine,” he spits out, smacking the box against his palm. “I know. Thanks for leaving them for me.” Her tone is cold, hollow, and dead. A girl to see Satan himself and all of the nightmares he offers, tormenting until only a shell remains. But to Hopper, it seems all too casual - obvious ignorance of the dangers beyond the cabin. He wants to rip the cigarette from her fingers and stomp it out before her - to pull the girl from this trance. But another hit is taken, and he does nothing to stop it. “I told you t’stay inside.” The teenager merely hums in response, focus locked in on something he cannot see. Hopper is accustomed to the way Autumn holds herself - to how she presents herself to the world. But now, he was standing in the pits of a stubborn and broken high schooler. An experience he never got to have with Sara, something that would have prepared him more for this. If it were even possible.

He sits at her side, hand running through a mess of hair as he looks out into the blackness, the carton resting warm between clasped hands. Hopper surrenders to the silence, letting Autumn carve her own path after all she’s been through. Go at her own pace. If she wished to sit in the quiet, he would do nothing to force her out despite the mountain of questions he wanted to ask. Wildlife hidden within the night pulls his focus each and every way, anticipating tall men in suits to have followed him out this far - but nothing ever comes, and she seems less concerned about the possibility. The cigarette is drained down nearly to the filter, stamped out until the sparks dull to nothing - and he watches with care. Bare arms fold across her lap, attention shifted away from his direction to avoid his stare as a steadying breath fills her lungs. It’s preparation for a story to unfold - caught in her throat before being swallowed back down. It leaves a nauseating feeling, forcing words laced with acid to spill forward. “Did you see him? My dad?” He hesitates before shaking his head, letting a gentle “No,” drift out into the night. If she’s bothered, it’s hidden well beneath a nod of acknowledgment and a click of her tongue. She wasn’t surprised - though heartbroken as her world shattered and cut soft skin. “Autumn-” The girl waves away his oncoming sentiment, rubbing at sore eyes - a desperate attempt to hide the frustrated tears that crept in. She pushes in - vivid flashes of something still foreign yet just at the tip of familiarity. The white walls and the aching loneliness. Anger and cries of pain.

“Talk t’me, kid,” he encourages, eyes locked on her slumped form. “About what?” “Anything. About your dad, about how you’re feelin’-” It’s selfishness, he knows that. A greed for knowledge and truth, no matter the ache in her heart. But he sees the tinted skin of sadness breach the surface, so he lets it all fall into quiet once more. He watches as fingers tug at the hem of her long sleep shirt, twisting and pulling with anxiousness. The girl snorts, leaving the pain buried beneath a veil of deflection. “What? You want a life story or somethin’?” He says nothing, only lingering in the moment to study the teen as she carefully chisels away at the rubble of her life. Only revealing what she was ready to acknowledge and show. “There isn’t one. There’s nothing-” “Your friend mentioned someone talking t’you in mirrors.” The hurt is gone, and easily replaced by a look of disbelief and annoyance - damn near scowling as his words rattle in her mind. Then, a scoff. More avoidance fell from her tongue. “Shit just isn’t sacred anymore, is it?” “Is that when it started?” A deep roll of her eyes is visible as she twists to look at him, arms tight over raised knees. “Where what started?” “I know you went looking for Will, and I know how you did it.” The teenage girl stares in awe, brows still tight together in aggravation. Her personal world was a cut-open vein, leaving dark secrets to spill out for all to see. “Well, I don’t know how, but-” A mumbled, “Un-fucking-real,” stops him in his place, seeing the girl turn away from him, grabbing at the boulders to cover herself up in the wreckage, unwilling to see the days light. And he lets her bask in the ignorance, waiting until she tires of the weight elected to carry on her own. It’s just on the horizon, steady breaths interrupted by a heavy sigh as she prepares to lift the load away.

“I don’t know what happened first, Hop. I don’t know a time when I wasn’t like this.” Fingers dig into her flesh - pressed against her eyes as she moves like lightning through foggy memories. It’s a damaged projection - scrambled and flickering with spots of emptiness. Nothing concrete until her pre-teen years. Even Steve manages to remember the life she lived. It’s “A side effect of the medication,” her father says, waving away her worries as she stares at younger pictures, struggling to piece together the puzzle of her world. “Who spoke t’you?” He questions, voice swept up in the howling wind. “I don’t remember. I was just scared all of the damn time. Got used to it-” “It’s still there?” Autumn shakes her head in reply, letting her hands fall to rest over bare knees once more. “Other things. I just learned to manipulate...whatever was happening t’me. Hawkin’s Witch and all of that bullshit.” She chews away at the skin of her lip, lost in thought as difficult emotions rise to the surface - acidic and forced back down so that she can continue. “Things changed after Will. They say stress can transform the mind, but-” the girl pauses, allowing the few crickets left remaining in the fall weather to chirp and fill the void. Eyes fall shut to let them soothe the hurt. A steady rhythm to bring peace and calm - until it shatters as visions of her friend's anguish flash in the darkness. The sound of his body colliding with his piece of shit car, breaking vessels and leaving scattered bruises to adorn his flesh. “I hurt Jonathan. He - he forgives me, even though it’s psychotic.” It’s suddenly all she can think of. Jonathan, and how they separated at the hospital with overwhelming relief to be free of monsters and to have a full life again as Will returned. He’ll be too busy basking in the warmth of his family becoming whole again. He’ll be fussing over Will, rightfully so. But would he call to check in? Would he wonder where she’s gone and tear down this short-lived happiness?

“He’s your friend, isn’t he? Of course, he forgives you,” Hopper states in reply. But her mind is elsewhere, flipping through the novel of her life where torn pages are lost and forgotten. Finding only glimpses of her own story, and in parts wishing to pull away more paper. To forget the heat burning beneath her skin and a panic so strong, that she thought she might die in Steve’s arms. Or when she screamed back at her father, seeing anger tint his skin with eyes piercing through her. She remembers it shifting into something fearful - a look she’d only seen on his face as she dragged him to a carnival ride that went too high for his stomach to handle. Or when the silver-haired man stood in his doorway. The thought alone begins to twist and turn the cold Chef Boyardee from hours ago, nauseating and leaving her skin prickled by goosebumps. A man who seemed a stranger haunted her dreams and every waking thought - he haunted her home and spoke as if they had been long friends. The memory spills in through the cracks of a dam, filling the emptiness little by little. The way he carries himself around the office, nearly floating across the carpet with elegance. The foul smile of confidence and pride on thin lips - love in his blue eyes as they drink her in. He’s a predator to frail prey, left frozen with fear as death creeps forward - every move calculated and precise. She feels the terror even now as her hands begin to tremble with a quickening heart rate just beneath the E.T. print. Being a detective and all too familiar with every shift in body language, Hopper takes notice. “What is it?”

The officer's words manage to pluck her from the past, and into the present. A wide, empty stare fills with life as a deep breath suddenly fills screaming lungs. “I see him sometimes - that man.” Hopper leans in closer as if keeping a secret just between the pair, disregarding the echoing isolation. “What man?” Autumn can hear the click of polished shoes against shined tiled, his steady breath as he prepares to speak over the bowing heads of children. He says his good mornings. Not to each individual, but to them all as a whole. A unit. One being. Heads remain low to study reflections, ignoring the itch to act out or disregard him entirely. But they were well-trained dogs at his feet, full of obedience - at least most of the time. They respond, and the name the children announce chokes Autumn on the spot. Unable to speak it, unable to swallow. The title lays on her tongue like shards of glass, cutting away at her insides should she dare speak it aloud. “T - that man in my house,” she mutters through gritted teeth. “He - he’s in here,” A shaken finger raises to tap against her forehead, before smoothing out the wrinkles of twisted agony. “I can’t explain it.” Part of her doesn’t wish to try. A path laid out for her, littered with those missing pages and she’s left stuck at its edge, feet buried beneath the earth. “What else do you see?” He stands at the other end of the path, beckoning her closer with the wave of his hand. He offers comfort and a secure place to land as the gaps fill and her burden becomes too difficult to carry. The weight dragged her down until he could help carry the load on his shoulders. It’s always been her journey. Friends once stood where he now was, eager to offer a helping hand and disappointed when she turned the other way. Now, in this loneliness, she seeks closure and rest. “I see everything.”

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shadowglens · 2 years

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13, 14, 31, 36 for sara and dane pls :]

SHIP ASK MEME

13. what do they do for fun? do they have a favorite activity or do they like to switch things up?

fun was such a foreign concept for both of them for so long that even once they're "free" from their respective duties, it's still something they don't really know how to engage with. sara would spend her free time working or in meditations with yoda, because the idea of socialising or engaging with the noise of the world was overwhelming - once the jedi have burnt down around her, she doesn't know what to do with the echoing silence. dane was rarely allowed free time and was taught discipline and piety and hard work, so once he'd torn the cult to the ground, he didn't know what to do with the expanse of the galaxy spread open before him.

they fumble their way to happiness and freedom together. sara finds a comforting familiarity with research and academia and history. dane enjoys the rush of adrenaline that comes with taking risks and exploring. they find a happy medium.

14. anything they both dread?

the bond being severed. the galaxy going back to the way it was before, even if sara feels nauseous at herself for thinking such a terrible thing. dane dreads chains and cages, too. it's why they disappear to the edge of the galaxy, where they are safe and free and not judged for their happiness at this new, broken world.

31. do they finish each other’s sentences? pick up any phrases or habits from each other? know when the other is hiding something?

it's not that they finish each other's sentences so much as they know intrinsically what the other is thinking and feeling. dane can sense her distress and can bleed some of his own warmth down their bond. sara can feel when he's about to explode at someone and can let some of her own well-trained calm seep into his veins. it makes lying impossible, but when you're already laid bare before someone what point is there in hiding? it's a level of co-dependency they couldn't live without, not anymore. even the force struggles to decide where one person ends and the other begins - their signatures almost cancel each other out, turning into one small void in the force.

36. what’s their greatest strength as a couple? their weakness?

they understand each other's desires and weaknesses and fears so well, better than they know themselves. they're very intune with their feelings as a result, and are a seamless unit in almost every situation. that level of dependency and connection is a weakness though, especially if exploited, but it's one they'll both weather if it means they get to keep it.

#oc tag #montliyets #ch: sara nev'ii #ch: dane #sara x dane #ty for asking about these two jasmine xx #i have so many feelings about force bonds..............

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so far away◞ ✰ — coaching solo.

the first three months of the new year and quarter blur together— no longer individual days but a continuous nightmare and everyday feels exactly the same to kiha, without failure. how kiha had hoped his conscience would feel lighter as the quarter drew to a close— only weeks upon weeks of honest confessions and self reflection had done nothing but leave him feeling weighted down. mentally, emotionally and perhaps even physically. but it all becomes easier as he falls back on old, bad habits which now leaves him feeling all the more worse. he kind of hates himself again.

kiha spends march toying with the idea of leaving legacy entertainment for good; walking away from everything he was working towards— this idol pipe dream. kiha knew, everyone else knew that he wasn’t cut out for this industry, regardless of his skill or passion. kiha was a weak link— and he doubts that anyone would want to spend the rest of their professional life working side by side with yoo kiha, the guy who doesn’t want to be there. the guy who doesn’t care about them or their group or their fans. that guy. and sejun does not count. if he ever got the opportunity to debut, that is— those chances had just gotten infinitely slimmer.

but his greatest mistake in the eyes of everyone else has been his greatest comfort, and source of strength— kiha wouldn’t change that for the world. amidst his twenty third birthday, university graduation, valentines day and later white day, kiha comes to realise that it’s guilt that weighs so heavily on his conscience. guilt— because their— no— his selfishness took away her dream.

he definitely hates himself now.

kiha hadn’t spent much time in the company building after hours, practicing as hard as he once had before everything had come to fruition— now only remaining for as long as he had to before disappearing into himself. it was easier avoiding everything and everyone. one night, in the last week of the first quarter, kiha finds himself loitering throughout the halls after his schedule had concluded. he was no longer bound to tight deadlines, writing essays or presentations and the void in his day to day leaves kiha feeling unsettled— what was once choreography or gym had become nothingness. but the vacant studio emanates a warmth when no one but kiha stands within it and no eyes but his own stare back when he catches sight of himself in the mirror.

“kiha.”

the voice of another outside of kiha’s head startles him. he whips around on the heels of his feet, back towards the door. his eyes settle on the figure of one of legacy’s dance coaches, sara kim; a thirty something year old hailing from somewhere in the united states. she was very cool and very approachable, and most dearly beloved by most— if not all of the trainees at legacy. kiha included, but beloved was a strong word— he did have immense respect for sara, though and they shared a good rapport with each other. “oh— i’m sorry, i’ll—” kiha mutters as he falls into a quick, haphazard bow. he begins to move towards the door, assuming sara wanted to utilise the space. “so— you coming to say goodbye or something?” sara asks him, leaning against the door frame, her arms folding across her chest. kiha stalls, his own arms hanging at his sides. “i’m sorry?—” he asks. “i just haven’t seen you in a minute around here. thought you might be here to, you know, say your farewells—” she says back to kiha with a shrug. he doesn’t respond, a puzzled look still occupying his face. sara rolls her eyes, her playfulness and soft demeanor disappears.

“i read your final journal— for march, this week.” she says simply. she pushes herself away from the frame of the door, taking a few steps inside the dance studio. her strides are wide and slow as she approaches him, so kiha takes a step back. “oh. right.” he says under his breath, clenching his jaw. “so you’re quitting then?” sara asks him again, stopping a few feet from kiha, just outside of his perceived comfort radius. jaw still clenched, kiha shrugs, glancing down at his feet as his hands find their way into the front pocket of his hoodie. “i don’t know.” he says quietly. she was probably the last coach he wanted to be cornered by— because not only was she passionate, but also incredibly persistent. “you don’t— you don’t know?” sara repeats. “no. i’m just—” he wants to tell sara that he is merely biding time— waiting until he knows the people he cares about are at a place where they’re confident and comfortable without him. but she wouldn’t accept that answer.

“kiha, you were placed on probation for dating— that has zero merit on your any of your abilities as a performer.” sara looks as kiha does now. blonde streaked pieces of her short, mostly black hair springing free from her ponytail as she cranes her neck around in confusion. “where is this coming from, this inadequacy, as you put it?” she asks kiha, who still stands before her, his eyes refusing to stray from a small, out of place spot he’s found on the floor of the studio. “i don’t know— i guess i’ve been thinking about it for a while.” he says without much thought, it’s not entirely far from the truth. “a while? you’re a good actor, then. i would suggest a career in acting but you mentioned in your journal something about not being cut out for the industry, so— i really don’t know what to tell you.” kiha can’t find it within himself to laugh at what he perceives to be a joke on her end. he continues to hang his head low, shamefully almost. as though he’s in the wrong.

again. kiha takes in a deep, shaky sigh— attempting to prepare himself for the worst.

“but, i can tell you this— you’re not the first trainee to be caught dating. and you certainly will not be the last.” sara says with a chuckle, as though she’s seen or heard this a million times before. and she probably had. sara had been at legacy entertainment long enough. “yoo kiha. look at me when i am talking to you.” sara snaps. kiha picks his head up in response to her demand of him, straightening his posture to match. she mouths a thank you to him before resuming her spiel. “it is not my place, as your dance teacher, to berate you on your personal choices. i am not going to tell you how you should live your life. but when you get caught. you have to deal with those consequences. that is life, right?” kiha nods in response. “it is however, my responsibility, to call you out on your assumption that you aren’t good enough when it comes to performing.” she says with a small, thin lipped smile— it’s one of disappointment, though. sara was one of a handful of people kiha wasn’t enthused about disappointing through his less than favourable actions.

she folds her arms across her chest, sighing. “you have a gift, kiha. you have real potential. and i don’t want to see you throw it away. no one here does.” she confesses. “and you are still here, at legacy entertainment, training— regardless of what you want because your place is right here.” she points to the ground with a manicured index finger. the two of them stand in silence before sara speaks again. “you have done and continue to do well. so please— comeback next quarter with confidence in yourself and your abilities. or i’m going to make your life very difficult.” kiha bows his head, mumbling an okay under his breath. sara smiles to herself and gracefully turns on her own heels of her feet, making her way back towards the entrance of the studio.

“oh, and one more thing— your cold, stoic personality— your future fans will eat that up. you do not need to act like somebody else in order to have people like you. okay?”

and then just like that— sara disappears into the night. it was as though he was visited suddenly by a truth telling ghost who told kiha all of the things he so desperately needed to hear, since his brain alone wasn’t convinced. kiha expels what feels like an infinite amount of air, as though he had been holding his breath that entire time. it was going to take a lot more convincing than the words of sara kim to convince kiha that this path was worth following— but kiha’s first dream, legacy entertainment, had been signed for it’s second season.

and now came writing it.

#유기하◞ ✰ : solo #lgc:memory #( hahahaha big boy solo )#( 1.2k words )#( all the things kiha needs to hear )

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dijetedrago · 5 years

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i’m not saying my f*ther is the root cause of all my problems but

#the 14 min call we just had made me want to disappear into the void #and brought back every bad thing possible lmao #sara's useless thoughts #negativity cw #father mention

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uwua3 · 3 years

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something more. (home for the summer)

🍁📸 fushimi omi

summary: the mad wolf was nothing you expected, but everything you needed for the summer warnings: alcohol/drugs (mentions, no mc usage), angst, bruises, change, crying, death (mentions), graduations, kissing, motorcycles, omi's past, open ending, reunions, scars, separation, sneaking around author's note: bunnie is slowly realizing how old she's getting ;; but in all honesty, the summer of senior year is always a bittersweet feeling, knowing that everything is changing within two months or so. although it's a possibility bunnie may not write as much, or even anymore, once she enters college, she still has this time to do what she loves. i hope you may accept me for as long as you want before we eventually split. if you resonate with this feeling, please enjoy this one-shot! word count: 3,574 music: home for the summer - sara kays

WE STARTED GETTING CLOSE FRESHMEN YEAR, WHEN ALL OF OUR FRIENDS WERE SMOKING CIGARETTES AND WE COULDN’T STAND THAT SECONDHAND SMOKE SO WE’D LEAVE AND DRIVE AROUND UNTIL YOU HAD TO DROP ME OFF AT HOME They said that the big bad wolf of Sekichiku was nothing but bad news, but then why was he so warm in your arms? You couldn’t believe even when you opened your eyes. Fushimi Omi driving his motorcycle just a little slower this time, his leather jacket pressed against your cheek as the night waned. Everyone called him “Mad Wolf”, a title only fitting for the most ruthless of predators amongst the underground of your high school. Yet… how could be a wolf be so gentle? So kind? So lovely in every way?

It started with a party meant for anyone but you. You didn’t know why you decided this was the night to rebel, but it was a mistake. Instead of putting your head in the books and staying quiet in the front of the class, for once you decided to attend a gathering full of things you’ve only read about. Drinks and drugs were mixed in an unhealthy solution for failing tests, missing homework, and any other teenage problem associated with the academic system. When you found yourself outside for the chance of anything except breaking the law, the epitome of what you were avoiding showed up. Omi, in his scarred and bruised glory, quietly closed the door behind him after noticing your rigid state. When his loud boots thumped against the patio floorboards, you wondered what this looked like. A tall, strong wolf with a smile of sharp teeth and narrowed eyes staring down upon his next prey. But, when you turned to meet his amber eyes, you didn’t find a villain belonging to the fairytale of “Little Red Riding Hood”. Instead, Omi softly smiled with dull teeth and eyes that glowed underneath the golden street lamps. When he spoke, his voice healed you like a spoonful of honey, the words void of claws like you expected. “Are you okay? I noticed you’ve been outside for some time, is there anything I can do to help?” Before you shook your head, your gaze subconsciously fell upon the motorcycle chained to a fence, a helmet decorated in boyish stickers that referenced children T.V. shows made you falter. When Omi followed your line of sight, his expression gleamed with something of interest. “Ever driven on a motorcycle before?” This time, you shook your head, arms wrapped around you to keep warm before Omi offered his hand. “Let’s go then.” At your concerned expression at riding a motorcycle with one of the most infamous delinquents around, Omi exhaled through his nose, understanding your apprehension but disappointed nonetheless. It looked like he expected this sort of reaction, though it did nothing to comfort the “Mad Wolf”. “I promise, it’ll be okay. I’ll be extra careful, you have my word.” Omi had no reason to lie, not when his friends were just behind the walls doing everything that got a high schooler excited. You thought something would’ve deterred you from agreeing, like the secondhand smoke scent from Omi’s jacket or the manmade rips in his jeans. But, maybe there was something else that made you take his hand, like the worn leather bracelet you noticed Nachi also wore or the wallet of family photos peeking from his pocket. Either way, you took Omi’s hand, letting him lead you to his motorcycle. His hand was calloused and rough from the years of doing god knows what, his knuckles stained with remnants of a fight not too long ago. Yet, when he latched the spare helmet on your head, you noticed his hands smelt like flour and coffee. If you closed your eyes, it would’ve felt like a white knight leading you onto his horse despite it being the complete opposite. You sat behind Omi, unfamiliar with the position of such a vehicle. Omi checked in on you, looking over his shoulder as he searched for something in your face. Regret, embarrassment, shame, possibly. “I won’t go fast, don’t worry. But, you can still… um… hold on?” When Omi’s voice raised to a question at the end, you didn’t notice his stutter as you hid your face in his shoulder, hugging his waist. Omi’s abdomen tensed for a moment, before relaxing as he let out a deep breath. You would’ve given up anything to know what he was thinking in that moment. You didn’t have time to ask before Omi revved his engine, driving off down the pine-tree ridden road in your small town. True to his word, Omi didn’t drive like he normally did, with no regard for who saw him speeding past some rundown cop. But, Omi patiently cruised down the familiar roads, past the houses with blacked-out windows and everyone asleep. You should’ve felt scared, terrified even. But, you couldn’t. Not when the moon was bigger than ever, with a crown of stars gracing the night’s visage. Not when

this was the most daring thing you’ve ever done up until your junior year, not when the party was miles behind you, not when Omi was this caring of someone he’s never even officially met before. “Can we go a little faster?” After Omi got your confirmation you were serious, you lifted your head to watch the stars pass by in a blur. Yet, Omi’s golden gaze remained consistent, his sights drifting to your bright smile and exhilarating awe. Without realizing, your fists clenched the material of Omi’s jacket whenever a turn was made, your fingers passing over Omi’s stomach. He wondered if you could feel his heart leap whenever your breath ghosted over his already red ears. It was a hour of incoherent conversation and mumbles of nothings before you were outside of your home, your window still open from sneaking out a little while back. When Omi silently stopped, neither of you knew what to do. You didn’t want to let go, nor did you want to accept the best night of your life was suddenly over. Omi turned, both of you much closer than before. His eyes carried the aura of the stars, his smile as consistent as the moon. Fushimi Omi was made of whatever made the night worth staying up for. You never wanted to sleep again. “Can I see you again?” And again, and again, and again. Omi nodded, at a loss of words for some reason. When you gave back his helmet, your hands brushed and you nearly dropped it from the sheer feeling alone. Omi was too considerate to act like he noticed, so he bid you goodbye—I’ll pick you up tomorrow, okay?—as you disappeared inside. He didn’t leave until he saw you wave from your room, to which he waved back with a twinkle in his eye. When Omi drove away, both of you let out a breath, hands over your hearts at what could’ve been something more. Only time would tell what happened next. SWEAR THAT WAS YESTERDAY, BUT IN TWO WEEKS, I’LL BE MOVING SOUTH AND YOU’D BE MOVING TO A TOWN THAT I HAD NEVER HEARD OF I WISH WE HAD MORE TIME, WHY DID I EVER WANT TO GROW UP? It almost felt like yesterday that everything was so much more simple. When friends didn’t die, when the burden of college didn’t weigh you down, when change didn’t come in the form of extremities. At least one thing stayed the same: Omi and his starry eyes and his moonlit smile. Though, that’s dimmed ever since Nachi. Omi didn’t wear his leather jacket anymore, instead letting you keep it when the evenings got cold for the summertime. He must’ve washed it a thousand times over; you didn’t know if it was because of you or the memories attached to it. Either way, Omi was beginning to stop staring when you showed up in his jacket, the only thing left of his past he’s been trying to erase. A year had passed since the party, but it felt like nothing. It felt like all those nights of stargazing, constellation-finding, and moon-chasing became blurred together, a collage of being alive with someone you had just met. Now, Omi was more than a friend, he was your best friend, a soulmate, maybe something more. Omi’s loud steps remained the same, though he was more quiet this time on the roof. You two laid next to each other, hands getting closer and closer before someone pulled away last second. The summer days passed in a haze, nothing particularly exciting until the sunsets onward, where you two knew exactly what to do. Everything was quiet when it came to being with Omi past midnight, except the unsteady beats of your hearts when the possibility of something more shined. Despite that, it was quiet, something both of you longed for during the day. “Do you ever think about what the stars will look like at Yosei?” When you asked, Omi slightly frowned, as if he forgot he was moving to the heart of Veludo Way in just two weeks time. After careful consideration of your curiosity, Omi stretched his arms, resting his head upon them as he seemed to search for something. He always did that, Omi never thought anything was simple.

“No… they won’t look like they do now, I suppose. It won’t be the same.” Without you there by my side, both of you ignored the unsaid words that came with the statement. You nodded, knowing you felt the same way. Veludo Way was a distant world away, Yosei University was taking your Omi away. Light years away. “How have your brothers reacted to the news?” At that, the tension that was ebbing away at the conversation eroded, and Omi’s light came back as usual. Omi ran his free hand through his hair, smiling at some distant memory he wanted to share with you. “Not any good, that’s for sure. Kai & Gaku can’t imagine Pops waking them up since I always did. It’s gonna be a big adjustment for them to actually take responsibility of their own lives.” Although Omi rolled his eyes, he did so fondly whenever he thought about his two younger brothers. You knew he was immensely proud of the young men they’ve been growing into, it was a sense of pride that he had instilled inside him ever since you’ve met him. Ever since you saw those faded stickers still on his helmet, you knew who placed those. “Of course, a life without you isn’t worth imagining.” Shit. You meant to say it lightheartedly, but it came out heavier than expected. With that, a quietness settled between you two, both of you trying to find the right words for the occasion of leaving each other. “You’ll be fine without me, I know it.” But, I don’t like it like that, selfishly enough. I know you’ll be better than ever, but I wish… When a shooting star passed out of the corner of your eye, you pointed it out with the same junior-year awe as if this was your first life. Omi was glad to know the news was right; the meteor shower of the season was tonight, as if it was a last hurrah before both of you left this small town for good. “Make a wish!” I wish we had more time. Despite the wish pulling on his heart strings, Omi turned his head, your side profile greeting him with a smile. The stars were reflected in your eyes, and Omi wondered what a sunrise would look like. It was too late now. “Let’s see a sunrise together when summer comes around, okay?” You nodded, turning and seeing the moon. You didn’t make a wish, not when you had everything you wanted right in your sight. Omi took your hand again, and it was softer than last time he offered it. Omi brought your conjoined hands to his lips, murmuring something about a promise before pressing a kiss to your knuckles. You missed the final shooting star of the night, instead you saw it pass in Omi’s gentle eyes as he leaned in. “Thank you for the summer, my lucky shooting star.” You thought of a wish as Omi kissed you. I wish we were something more. YOU SAID YOU’LL SEE ME WHEN WE’RE HOME FOR THE SUMMER WE WON’T HAVE TO WORK SO WE’RE GONNA DO WHATEVER THE HELL WE WANNA ‘CAUSE WE KNOW THAT ONE DAY, WE’LL BE GONE FROM EACH OTHER Despite only being a year away, your hometown almost felt unfamiliar. New employees manned the typical shops you used to frequent, a new graduating class was celebrating, and overall, people were now older. But, Omi didn’t change. Not with his singular scar on his cheek, his eyes lighting up when he sees you, his warm touch when he hugs you. You heard his bag drop at his front door first before feeling his arms hug you, his words comforting as you two embrace after so, so long. “Welcome home.” You greeted him back, the words sticking to your skin like a sheen layer of sweat that always came with the incoming summer heat. Home… was it your traditional suburb with kids playing in the street and a generation of the same mailmen home? Or, was it something else? You felt Omi wrap his arm around your shoulders, his muscle as present as ever as he guided you to visit his family, the brothers happily welcoming you both into the Fushimi household. Home was Omi, that was all. You exhaled, bending down to ruffle Kai’s hair and praise Gaku for how big he’s gotten. After you politely greeted Omi’s father, to which he harrumphed and insisted you had to call him by his name at this point, you knew this

was home as well. Home for Omi, and due to the open hearts of the Fushimi boys, home for you, too.

You found yourself in Omi’s bedroom, something you weren’t familiar with. It was still clean, organized, and full of warm tones upon black walls, surely something attempting to cover his past delinquent days. As the door clicked close, Omi gently tugged you onto his bed beside him, bringing out his gaze reserved only for you. You didn’t hesitate to lean your head on his shoulder, feeling at ease. Omi took your hand, his grip careful but verging onto desperation. As if being away from you for so long had taken everything in him. You knew that wasn’t true by any means, but Omi’s shuddering breath and hand squeeze tried to say otherwise. When you cupped Omi’s face, he relaxed in your touch, leaning into your hands as he looked down on you; you could tell Omi was a bit embarrassed to let you see how emotional he was getting at the reunion. You didn’t expect a man who’s life was rough around the edges to have the most sincere of hearts, but Omi was always like this. Always gentle, always kind, always gentle in every way. “I missed you, too.” When you said those words, Omi moved forward as if making up for lost time, both of you falling upon the bed in a heap of giggles and whispers. It was everything but I love you because that would change everything, something neither of you needed during this time. Instead, a combination of I hope summer lasts forever and I could only think of you when it was a full moon that filled the room of someone you wish you had knew sooner. WE’LL HAVE LIVES IN TWO DIFFERENT SUBURBS WE’LL HAVE FAMILIES WITH DIFFERENT LOVERS BUT FOR NOW, I KNOW I’LL SEE YOU WHEN WE’RE HOME FOR THE SUMMER It was the first night you had spent in your own bedroom before a knock sounded on your window. When you sleepily opened your eyes, Omi’s figure was illuminated by the moon, his eyes still warm of starlight despite being shadowed. You hurried to unlatch the window to let him in, not bothering to question how he managed to sneak to your room so silently. Although busting into each other’s room wasn’t an impossibility, it was only on rare occasions that you two ever encroached on such intimate territory. Though, neither of you were in high school anymore. Perhaps, it was different now. “What time is it?” You mumbled, your helping hand lingering longer than one would expect of a friend. Omi didn’t mind, he never did, as he looked around for something. When Omi located his jacket still hung around your desk chair, he wrapped it around your shoulders as the chilly breeze entered through the open window. “Time to fulfill our senior year promise. Ready?” You didn’t think twice and followed Omi outside of the window, knowing at this point you’d trust him with your life. Omi knew your backyard like the back of his hand as he avoided setting any sprinklers or devices off, not needing your guidance. You watched his broad back attempt to fit through small spaces, it took everything in you not to laugh at how ridiculous all of this was. Sneaking around like there was still curfew in place, as if both of you weren’t legally adults. By now, Omi had reserved his spare helmet only for you, meaning it was second nature for him to close the clasp snugly. Although this time, his eyes melted at the sight of you, as if in disbelief you were standing in front of him after all of this time. Tiredly, you rested your head against Omi’s shoulder as he made sure you were situated in the back of his motorcycle, something he had left at home. Omi drove off, the speed just right so that it’d blow your hair back the way you liked it. Despite being on the vehicle a countless number of times, it still took your breath every time of how fortunate you were. You tightly hugged his waist, wondering if he could feel the butterflies against your ribcage. Before you could ask why both of you were up so early, Omi parked in the same spot as always when things became a bit much.

It was off closer towards the woods, where a picnic area besides the lake still had the same paint from a decade ago. The grass tickled your ankles as you hopped off, admiring the calm waters before a bird chirped. At that, Omi walked up beside you, his footsteps always loud in your presence. A softer hand gently held onto your chin, forcing you to look up. You noticed the water reflecting the sky first as hues of orange and blue dominated your vision. It was the first sunrise you’ve been awake for, and you were sharing it with the man of the night himself. But, when you glanced at Omi, you realized he wasn’t just made of stars and moonlight. The sunrise emphasized the warmth of his eyes even more as a golden glow surrounded his happy smile. Omi was everything worth staying up for, everything from the sunrises to the sunsets and more. I love you, you wanted to say but didn’t. It would change everything, it would mean that the possibility of “something more” could become “nothing”. You couldn’t, neither could Omi. Perhaps… this was all it ever could be. YOU’VE BEEN BUSY, THAT’S OKAY I STILL CAN’T WAIT TO BE HOME FOR THE SUMMER When you had driven off back to your college, the first text from Omi was reminiscent of a simpler time, where kissing on rooftops was the most thrilling thing you’ve ever done. “I’ll see you next summer, okay?” It made you pull over and rest your forehead against the wheel, keeping your eyes closed as you felt like the sun was too bright. It was still too hot, the clouds were too big, the sky too blue. It was too much, too far away from Omi who was heading the other direction. You wished your head was resting against Omi’s shoulder as he drove a little more over the speed limit underneath the moon and stars. You wished the sun was beaming onto both of you after witnessing its earliest hours. You wished you were with Omi for every moment in between the best memories of your life. Summer was such a cruel concept, a promise that could be taken away at any time. I wish we had more time, you thought, knowing there was nothing else you could do. Omi put his phone in his pocket, knowing it was time to leave after seeing you off. Life was so uncertain, it’s as if both of you knew this was the last summer you two would share before even more things changed. But, despite only having three or so years, it didn’t feel like enough. If only he told you he loved you at that sunrise, if only he didn’t just kiss you without explaining what it meant, if only he could drive you around for just a day longer. If only… I wish we were something more, Omi thought, but it was for nothing. I love you, you typed but put your phone in your pocket. The possibility of something more became nothing.

#fushimi omi #omi fushimi #a3! act! addict! actors!#a3!#act! addict! actors!#a3! actor training game #a3! one shots #act! addict! actors! one shots #mankai a3!#mankai company #a3! x reader #a3 x reader #omi x reader #a3! omi #a3 omi

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perfectionist-prince · 3 years

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Cognitive Dissonance

Siegbert von Dragmire was dead.

Or rather, he was supposed to be. He died a year ago—the memory was clear in his mind. Doubled over on the ground, an arm wrapped around his torso in a meager attempt to keep his entrails where they belonged. A desperate glance towards Sara, ████, Inigo, Alfonse, M o t h e r—

The shadow of a skeletal foot appears overhead.

“Plea—”

The earth trembles as footfall follows through, and he was defeated.

A thousand and more deaths, both his own and not—but Siegbert at least knew those to be false, to be someone else, not the prince of Nohr in this time. But this one was true. This happened.

He died. Reduced to nothing but blood and gore in the debris of battle.

(“What is his name?” A question from the one who could not save him—the lone boy who had not survived. She intended to remember it. )

“I have... known you.”

For pain to stretch a thousand and more years in a mere second—that was agony. A crushing weight that never lifts. He had release, then, but the gods do not grant him mercy now.

He never held trust that they would.

There is a time where he stands beside a white throne that never should have been his; the fallen king had yet to disappear in the ground and here he was, wearing a dead man’s crown. The people stare at him in disgust. His smile is entirely fake. (Siegbert never asked for the crown.) But father smiles, and so must he.

(“Death comes for us all,” loathing burns in starlit eyes.)

He loves her, but she hates him in every life. (It was never supposed to be him.)

Someone speaks. Touches his shoulder, a hand tugging on his. (Dead men cannot speak.) He sees pink, but it isn’t...

He hears his name, sang first in nocturne than requiem. (Not a soul here would mourn if he were lost.)

The void falls away and he is gone.

#𝐼 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝑒𝓃𝑔𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝓇𝑒𝓈𝑜𝓁𝓋𝑒 (drabbles)#UnlockedSouthLeicester2021

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fuckyeahwomenfilmdirectors · 4 years

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My 52 Favourite Films of the Decade 2010-2019: The Complete List

Random stats:

52 movies chosen directed by a total of 57 directors. 5 directing duos, 4 of which consisted of a woman-man directing duo. Only 1 directing duo was made up of 2 women.

American cinema dominated with 28 films. I went with the country listings as provided by IMDB which leads to some strange results like how 2 Days in New York, filmed and set entirely in NYC is not a U.S. production but Wadjda, filmed entirely in Saudi Arabia is (it’s something to do with who gives money, don’t ask me how it’s calculated). This was followed by French cinema with 10 films and Israeli cinema (4 films) and then a smattering of other countries.

15 directorial debuts. The high number didn’t surprise me so much. Studies have been done and it’s often much harder for women directors to make a second film than make their debut. Actually when it comes to the debut directors on my list about half have had runaway success and put out at least one or more films already, a handful have moved into TV work and a handful seem to have disappeared which is depressing. What did please me is how many films were 3rd, 4th, 10th or more films proving that there are women directors with long careers who just keep getting better.

5 documentaries. I always think of myself as someone who doesn’t like documentaries so this seemed surprisingly high for me.

2 sequels both of which I liked better than their predecessors and both of which I think stand completely on their own.

2 films by directors who are no longer with us. Thank you Agnès Varda and Ronit Elkabetz.

0 repeat directors. This mostly worked out that way naturally. The directors who came the closest to having 2 films on the list were Debra Granik (Winter’s Bone missed out) and Céline Sciamma (for Girlhood), both of which were ultimately fairly easy to cut.

The List:

2 Days in New York dir. Julie Delpy (2012)

Amour Fou dir. Jessica Hausner (2014)

The Babadook dir. Jennifer Kent (2014)

Beach Rats dir. Eliza Hittman (2017)

Cameraperson dir. Kirsten Johnson (2016)

Clip dir. Maja Milos (2012)

Declaration of War dir. Valérie Donzelli (2011)

Divines dir. Houda Benyamina (2016)

The Edge of Democracy dir. Petra Costa (2019)

The Edge of Seventeen dir. Kelly Fremon Craig (2016)

Enough Said dir. Nicole Holofcener (2013)

Faces, Places dir. Agnès Varda & JR (2017)

The Farewell dir. Lulu Wang (2019)

A Film Unfinished dir. Yael Hersonski (2010)`

Fill the Void dir. Rama Burshtein (2012)

The Fits dir. Anna Rose Holmer (2015)

Fort Tilden dir. Sarah Violet Bliss & Charles Rogers (2014)

Gett: The Trial of Viviane Amsalem dir. Shlomi Elkabetz & Ronit Elkabetz (2014)

A Girl Walks Home Alone at Night dir. Ana Lily Amirpour (2014)

Hustlers dir. Lorene Scafaria (2019)

I Think We’re Alone Now dir. Reed Morano (2018)

The Kindergarten Teacher dir. Sara Colangelo (2018)

Last Night dir. Massy Tadjedin (2010)

Leave No Trace dir. Debra Granik (2018)

Little Forest dir. Yim Soon-rye (2018)

The Loneliest Planet dir. Julia Loktev (2011)

Lore dir. Cate Shortland (2012)

Lost in Paris dir. Dominique Abel & Fiona Gordon (2016)

The Love Witch dir. Anna Biller (2016)

Meek’s Cutoff dir. Kelly Reichardt (2010)

Middle of Nowhere dir. Ava DuVernay (2012)

Mudbound dir. Dee Rees (2017)

Obvious Child dir. Gillian Robespierre (2014)

On Body and Soul dir. Ildikó Enyedi (2017)

Palo Alto dir. Gia Coppola (2013)

Portrait of a Lady on Fire dir. Céline Sciamma (2019)

Private Life dir. Tamara Jenkins (2018)

Raw dir. Julia Ducournau (2016)

Songs My Brothers Taught Me dir. Chloé Zhao (2015)

Stories We Tell dir. Sarah Polley (2012)

Their Finest dir. Lone Scherfig (2016)

Things to Come dir. Mia Hansen-Løve (2016)

Toni Erdmann dir. Maren Ade (2016)

Vamps dir. Amy Heckerling (2012)

Vazante dir. Daniela Thomas (2017)

Wadjda dir. Haifaa al-Mansour (2012)

Wonder Woman dir. Patty Jenkins (2017)

The Wonders dir. Alice Rohrwacher (2014)

Woodshock dir. Laura & Kate Mulleavy (2017)

You Were Never Really Here dir. Lynne Ramsay (2017)

Zero Dark Thirty dir. Kathryn Bigelow (2012)

Zero Motivation dir. Talya Lavie (2014)

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sidhelives · 3 years

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For the WIP ask meme, I'm dying to know about "Mass Effect Andromeda shit" and "And Baby Makes...Four? - Pilot"!

"Mass Effect Andromeda Shit" is a planned longfic that is currently less than 100 words 😅

The idea is to follow Sara Ryder from the event on Habitat 7 through the events of the game with an intense focus on her and SAM's relationship. Very much in her head and exploring how they learn and grow from each other. It will also explore Sara's conflicted emotions about Turians as she has some ingrained fear of them (when she was 18 she was attacked by a Turian street gang on the Citadel and almost died) but also starts developing feelings for Vetra.

It's a very ambitious idea and will probably take a lot of replaying the game and effort so I'm keeping it on the back burner until I have the time to really dig into it. I actually stopped because I want to directly reference in game dialog for the Habitat 7 event (while Sara is drifting in and out of consciousness) but didn't have time to boot up the game right that instant and then got busy with other things.

Enjoy all 94 words of the beginning:

It was dark, impossibly dark, the absence of not just light but of everything. Like the unfathomable emptiness of deep ocean water, so far down that all discernable light disappeared and it was impossible to tell which way was up. Something was holding her there, she felt it pressing against her chest with enough force to crush her. She couldn't breathe, smothered by the void, and sinking deeper into the nothing. Sara struggled against the feeling, pushing against the invisible force which held her down, straining for light or a single breath of air.

"And Baby Makes... Four?" Is a WIP I don't know that I'll ever come back to if I'm being honest. I actually did another write up about this WIP including the full text, so check here for more details:

#fanfiction #dragon age #mass effect #wip #wips #ask game

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halfbloodglader · 4 years

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Not Another Five - Sam Yao x Reader

Sam Yao x Reader - 2,358 words

Notes: gender neutral, can be read as platonic or non-platonic, I guess takes place earlier on in the seasons. Hoping to fill the void of little to no ZR written content! ^-^

"Alright, Five. I'm starting to worry now." He spoke sluggishly into the dead air of the comms shack, still holding onto the thin thread of hope that they could hear him. "No runner gone this long is okay.”

Silence. That was all he'd gotten for the past two nightmarish days. Five went off of the radar a couple days ago completely out of the blue. All Sam knew was that they had been sent to the canyon past the western woods of Abel to see if there was a safe pass through. Because, if there was, it would be Abel’s best route for escape incase of a zom attack that took down camp. After all, a rocky canyon mixed with a river winding below was something the zoms would have a nearly impossible time navigating.

The fact that Janine had sent someone to scout it out confirmed to Sam that it wasn't safe, even with the little information they had. There were so many things that could have gone wrong. Snipers guarding the pass? Probably. A pack of zoms hiding in the woods on the way there? Most likely. The canyon itself being a death trap? Yeah... In all likelihood.

"Five, if you're out there you need to keep running. We just opened up the gates this morning again...and we're waiting for ya! I really hope you weren't out there last night after we closed them. I don't think you were because I never saw you...but who knows at this point. I think I'm starting to hallucinate—“

"Sam," A worried voice filled the room which felt overburdeningly heavy for anyone who entered. "You need to get some sleep. It's been two days.”

Sam slowly looked up to find Janine. Her heart sunk when she scanned over his sunken features and slumped body, seemingly glued to the chair. The boy looked broken beyond measure. It seemed as if Sam here could never catch a break, especially when it came to the people he cared the most about. Especially when it came to his runner Five.

"I can't sleep until I know—" He forced the words out of a dry throat and foggy mind. "Know where they are and if they’re coming home.”

Sadly, Janine walked closer and sat on the edge of the desk. "Sam, we might never know. Two days is a long time.”

"What? You're going to give up on them?" He snapped. Tears suddenly sprung out of his eyes and slid down his cheeks. Surprised, he swiped at his face, unsure of why he was crying. "Why am I crying—“

"It's sleep deprivation. You're past the forty-eight hour mark, Sam. Your emotions are out of whack. Another reason for you to sleep." She reached out and snagged the headset off of his head.

Before she could get it out of his reach, he lunged out of his chair and tore the headset back out of her hands. "What if they come onto the comms! Are you crazy?"

Immediately, he had the headset back on his head, the band on the top sliding perfectly into the groove in his hair that had been there since he starting working the comms. The headset was on him so often, it left him with a nasty form of hat hair. Except here, they called it radio hair.

"I'm just trying to help you." Janine sounded as firmly as possible. Truth was, she really was concerned for Sam. She wasn't sure if he'd ever let up on waiting for Five. For all she knew, Sam would let himself die in here before he could admit they were gone.

Sam leaned forwards to look intensely at the scanners again. He was waiting for anything. "I'm fine, thanks. I can manage.”

There was no breaking him and Janine knew it. "Alright. If you need anything, holler for me."

Slowly, she left the shack with a heavy heart. Sam was so invested in this, not only had he not slept, but he hadn't ate or hardly drank anything. His soul and entire being was imbue in this.

A few of his friends wait outside of the shack when Janine reemerged. She sent them a sad smile and shrugged, obviously defeated. "There's not much we can do right now.”

"He's going to get himself sick." Simon followed Janine across the compound, Sara following close.

"He already has." Janine sighed. "We all need to be hoping Five is still out there right now. Otherwise, we might lose our operator. He can't take anymore heartbreak.”

The day went by as agonizingly slow as the past couple had. Actually, it might have been going by even slower if you asked Sam. Every breath he took stung and his mouth became drier and drier as the hours went by.

As usual, the light in the comms shack was starting to fade. That meant it was nearing evening and another restless night to be spent here in his chair waiting for any kind of signal.

His eyes were strained from staring at the radar for so long, constantly refreshing it. In agony, he rubbed his eyes and squeezed the bridge of his nose between his fingers. After a couple of minutes, deeming it too long to have been looking away, he once again stared at the radar. This time, a flicker. It was as if Five had appeared on the radar for just a second and then disappeared again. In a stupor, Sam smacked his monitor and let his heart try to climb out of his throat.

"Five?!" He shouted into the comms and waited for them to reappear on the screen. He'd seen it, he could swear. They'd been there. No doubt. "Five, if you're there I saw you! If that was you, you're not far from home!"

With a new hope, Sam began scanning around with the cameras. He couldn't see anyone or anything, but he wasn't giving up. For the next fifteen minutes, he switched back and forth between the cameras and scanner, praying for some sign of life. Anything.

The scanner flickered again. This time, the mark had been much, much closer to Abel.

"Five you're almost here! Come on!" He slammed his hand on the desk repeatedly, in both excitement, relief and fear. They might be coming back, but there was no guarantee they'd still be the same runner Five. What if a zom...never mind. He couldn't think about that right now.

"Sam!" Janine once again entered the shack, this time more worried because of the commotion Sam had been causing. "Everything alright?"

"Five!" His voice came loud and clear, face lit up once again. “They're almost here, I swear!"

"Let me see." Janine came in close and leaned over Sam. She hoped he wasn't just seeing things. At this point though, she didn't have her expectations set too high.

"Did you see it?" Sam pointed to the exact spot the radar had flickered. “Right there!"

"Get the cameras up again," Janine demanded.

As they appeared, she scanned the screens hopefully. But, there was no movement. "Is this all the cameras?"

"No, just the gate and west border." He explained.

"Look at the radar, Sam. If that's our Five, they’re coming from the south. No way you'd see them on those! Get up the other two cameras!” She smacked the back of his head, now growing impatient and the adrenaline rushing in her body. Maybe Five was out there still.

"Okay, okay! Geez!" Sam whined as he worked away at trying to switch the cameras. Once he did, he leaned in closer to the screen and his heart slowed to a near stop as he waited for his mind to process what he was seeing.

In disbelief, Janine gripped Sams shoulder so tight he had to smack her hand away. “It’s Five.”

"What?!" Sam whipped around and grabbed the screen.

There was Five. They knew the cameras were on them because they jumped up in the air and waved.

"FIVE! I see you! There's no way you—" Sam tore off his comms with absolutely zero care or thought in the world. He threw down the headset onto the desk and tried to fight his way past Janine and out of his chair. It took a few distressing, messy seconds, but he got out. Then, he struggled with the shack door before throwing it open and quite literally leaping off of the top step of the stairs. He landed roughly and went face first into the dirt, anyone near watching the mess that was Sam unfold.

None of that stopped him, though. He sprinted across the compound and right for the gates which he could now see Five approaching. He ran even faster.

"FIVE!" He screamed, trying to keep himself upright as he ran a little too fast for his legs.

The runner made it into Abel, finally safe. Not thinking or caring, Sam plowed straight into their body and closed them into the most desperate hug he'd ever given in his life. Their arms wrapped around over his shoulders and he held them so tight taking in air was nearly impossible. "Hi, Sam."

After a minute of a nearly rib crushing hug, Sam stepped back to look them over, his hands still on their shoulders. They seemed just fine, other than being a little beat up and soiled in dirt.

"Okay, uhm—" Sam awkwardly let go of Five and turned his gaze to the ground. Not knowing what else to do, he laughed a little to himself and then rubbed his tired eyes. ”I guess I should let you go clean up if you want. Before it gets too cold.”

"Thanks," They laughed lightly. "I'm definitely going to do that. I'll see you later.”

Sam watched as they walked off tiredly to the showers. He had so many emotions running though him right now, he wasn't sure what to do with himself. However, he did know he needed to clean up the mess he'd left in the shack and so he head off to do that.

He opened the door and Janine was still sat on the desk. She looked up to him with a smirk.

"Don't say anything," He pointed a finger at her and sent a warning glare. Of course she had been watching what just happened through the cameras. "But, you should know, they’re fine."

“That was a truly horrific jump you made from the stairs." Janine teased. Then, she got up and head for the door. Before leaving, she put a hand on his shoulder. "Thank you for not giving up when the rest of us had.”

"Yeah," He nodded shyly.

Sam smiled to himself and then shook his head, forcing himself to focus on cleaning up the shack.

That plan didn't last long. He sat down for two seconds in his chair and immediately passed out. All of his worry had subsided and left his mind to settle. His sleep, however, didn't last long.

Five made their way into the comms shack, knowing that was where they could always find Sam. Sure enough, there he was, snoring lightly in the dimly lit shack.

"Sam," Five whispered as they shook his shoulder gently. It took a few more shakes, but he jolted awake and nearly knocked Five over. He reached out and grabbed them just incase and then let out a sigh of relief. "I came to wake you up."

"Ah, yeah. Okay." He looked up to one of the small windows and noticed it was dark outside now.

"We need to get you to bed." Five laughed as they slung one of his arms over their shoulder and helped him up. "Janine said you've been awake for two days.”

"Well, I wasn't going to sleep when I knew you were still out there." He admitted.

"Thanks for sticking with me." Five gripped his hand over their shoulder a little tighter. "It's a lot easier to keep yourself running when there's someone there with you.”

"You could hear me? The entire time?" His body stiffened a little.

Five snickered. "Oh yeah. You had quite a few things to say that first night, didn't you?"

Sam bit the inside of his cheek. "Ah man...I'm sorry. I said some dumb stuff. My worry got the better of me."

Five looked up to him. "Don't apologize. It was nice. You going over basically every moment we've spent together since the day I showed up was enough to keep me going."

"What happened anyways?" He asked, curious.

"I got to the canyon and started exploring around. A while in, there was a rockslide. One of the rocks hit me and wrecked part of my headset." They made a booming, crashing sound to imitate the rockslide that made Sam laugh. "The slide was so big, I had to go the long way around and try to find my way back. I got a little lost and then ran into a swarm of zoms. But, then you turned on the beacon last night and I was just close enough to see it. Then, I just ran until I made it back."

The pair made it to Sams tent and Five helped him inside. "I was genuinely starting to freak out a little, y’know? I was really worried.” He admitted.

"So was I. I'm back now, though. No more need to worry.” They laughed lightly. "What would I do without you, huh?”

"Honestly, I'm not sure." He beamed. "You'd get yourself into a whole lot more trouble."

"Well, you're not wrong." They pushed his arm and laughed along with him. "See you in the morning.”

“Yeah,” Sam yawned, fighting to keep himself awake. “See you—morning.”

If Five had to guess, Sam was still having a hard time processing if all of this was real or not. He’d probably wake up in the middle of the night in a panic and come looking for them, just to make sure they really had made it back. That’s just who Sam was. He cared for everyone in his life so much it was almost terrifying.

#sam yao #Zombies run!#zombies run #runner5 #runner five #runner 5 #5am #sam yao x reader

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collidingxworlds · 3 years

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✩ Interview with a Mun ✩

➊ How many ships do you have on this blog?

(( For now I have three confirmed romantic ships on this blog: Crowley & Aziraphale ( @omniishambles ), Dean & Castiel ( @awaywardboy-andhisangel ), Sara & Ava ( @xstabcastx ). I’ve other partners who are open to ship with me, but it’s still a work in progress! ))

➋ Have you ever roleplayed with someone that just left an unforgettable impression on you?

(( On this blog (and counting also the two RP I put together to create the first version of this one), yeah, I had the luck of running into a few great RP partners. With three of them I’m still interacting, which is a blessing for how I see it (which would be @paradiseturnedhell {even if we mostly write on my sideblog for the moment}, @omniishambles and @awaywardboy-andhisangel ). There have been another couple of people, but I lost contact with them a long time ago. ))

➌ Which of your ships on this blog is the fluffiest?

(( Crowley and Aziraphale without doubt. It’s just in their nature to be, even if, of course, there are other shades to their relationship xD ))

➍ Would you say you’re a decent roleplayer or do you have any self doubts?

(( Technically speaking, both. I know that I’m a decent writer generally speaking, which however doesn’t automatically mean that I’m a good RPer. ))

(( I doubt my writing quite often, but never as much as I doubt my ability of being a decent RP partner. It’s harder at times to write RPs, because you need to get in sync with the person you’re writing against and, if said person has a specific style / way to RP that’s different from mine and wants to stick to that, it can become a real struggle for me to conform to it. At times I really have the feeling that I’m failing at it, so...that definite fuels my doubts a lot. ))

➎ Have you made lots of friends on this blog?

(( Not a lot, also because I’m not much of a people person and I tend to have few friends in general, but I made a few. Not counting the ones I interact with on my sideblog, I’d say 4. ))

➏ What’s the one thing you especially love about roleplaying your muse(s)?

(( I guess I have to list one per each muse xD ))

Crowley: I love writing his inner contrasts. The need to put on a certain facade and pretend to fit into a certain crowd, while he is nothing like them. And the need to know and understand and care on one side versus the fear of the consequences.

Dean: He has this dual struggled inside himself too, but unlike Crowley, Dean wants to fit in the mental image he has been forced to build for himself. And that comes clashing with his more sensible sides, not to mention all the trauma he has to bottle up because that’s how it should be done.

Five: I live that he’s a very complex character, but what I enjoy the most is writing his sharp edges. Sarcasm, cynicism, violence. I never forget where they are sprouted from, because I don’t want to reduce him to that, but it doesn’t make them less fun to write.

Gabriel: He’s a bit like Five, tbh. I love to write his malicious trickster persona, but I must say that what really wins me over is his extremely complex relationship with his family and with whom he used to be. It’s hard to try and put the pieces together after such a long time. Some have been lost, some have changed their shape. Plenty of possible scenarios.

Michael: My fave thing about writing Michael is that I get to write three characters in one (even if, of course, they still have their fundamental traits in common, because they are the same character): pre-Fall Michael (who is more malleable, more prone to emotion, even if he’s still a strict teacher and commander); post-Fall Michael (who has reduced himself to what he thinks being his mission, isolating himself from everyone else for millennia till the End comes); post-Cage Michael (I follow my own HCs for that, who is someone who has lost everything, including a purpose, and has to struggle to find his place in a world that’s suddenly foreign to him);

Sara: What I love about her is that she isn’t just someone who has survived the hardships life has put her through, but she has always become a better and stronger person because of her trauma. And now she is there for others and still willing to go through hell and back for the sake of what she thinks it’s right. She is an inspiration to me in that sense too.

➐ Are there any people you’ve been to afraid of approaching?

(( No one specifically, ‘cause I’m just pathologically bad at approaching new people in general. I find it very hard to make the first move, so I usually wait for the other person to come to me, which most of the times doesn’t happen. I’m trying to work on strategies to overcome the issue, but...I’m still bad at it. ))

➑ Give us a rough estimate: How much time have you spent on your graphics? (icons, theme, banners, promos, etc)

(( Too much considering the poor results. I try not to waste too much time on graphics. I mess around a bit, but once I find something that works and looks half-decent, I tend to stick to it. I’m the kind of RPer that prefers practicability over fanciness. I’m here to write, not to make graphics. If I had to give a rough estimation...I’d say 3-4 hours? ))

➒ Got any memorable threads on here? Care to mention a few?

(( This blog is relatively new and considering that it’s also slow activity, I haven’t gone super far with my threads yet. I can mention a couple of threads I had when I still had my muses on separate sideblogs, tho! In no particular order: ))

A small and sweet thread for New Year’s Eve (2019) I had with @awaywardboy-andhisangel

A still ongoing thread I started on my Crowley’s sideblog with @omniishambles and that’s basically an extension of the Bus Scene in the show (with the two dorks being dorks)

An AU I had built with @paradiseturnedhell back when she wrote Crowley too (yep, two Crowleys)

The concept of an AU I had come up with and started with @gaily-gavotte

(( Aisde from these, I currently have quite a few threads I’m really excited about and that looks absolutely great. I have no doubt that they’ll end up in the list of the memorable ones! ))

➓ What were some of the most frustrating moments you had with your muse(s)’ interaction with another muse?

(( I have a couple of examples in mind, even if there’s surely been more. ))

(( One was when I was writing with this one person and they focused completely on their character in their replies, to the point that I had the impression that they didn’t even read my answers, or barely skimmed through them. I had to be the one to make the thread flow and I found myself having to write a particular point in three different replies in a role before it was acknowledged. I’m not writing with that person anymore, because I have little free time and I really don’t want to waste it on people who don’t care about my side of the thread, but it still irks me thinking back about it. ))

(( The other thing is starting a thread, even after having plotted a bit, and having the other person continuously dropping it without a warning. I put muse and effort in all my replies and seeing them disappearing into the void every single time eventually got on my nerves. Especially since the other person kept coming to ask me for more interactions and I think we both knew that they would have ended up dropping them after a few replies. Again, that’s not the sort of thing I like to use my little free time for. ))

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exodusmc · 4 years

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Genre: Power au, war au, rebel au

Words: 1738

Paring: Light manipulator Baekhyun x Reader

Side character/s: Exo

Warning!: Talk about poisoning, panic attack, talk about killing and death, feeling like you don’t belong,

a/n: Sorry I disappeared but I hope everyone had a good day, :)

Gif is not mine

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Yixing sat by the desk while you still stood. After everything which happened did another nurse come to check on you, her face stonic and clearly unhappy. But you were discharged and followed Yixing as he rolled away. Apparently the rebels found the three of you and saved you but something happened to Yixing’s right hip and lower back, making him stuck with the wheelchair.

You knew that Yixing already knew about the rebels and when they would attack because he had an office here and it was filled with boxes, files with information he shouldn't have. In your hand was a report on the death of Mage and in the bottom of it was success written, right by the medication column.

“..It wasn't to help them…”The doctor had those cold eyes again, the eyes he only had when bad stuff was brought up.”..nothing was meant to help them..”

The file fell down on his desk, leaving you staring at him and him staring at you. You had a hunch that the blue pills were something else but you never had to care before, you weren't even supposed to be there right then. Yixing had sent an order to bring the new unnatu-..to bring Baekhyun there so you did and was ordered to stay. The main reason was rebel attacks but who knew what Yixing did to keep you...Who knew anything at all.

“I found some files on your parents...if you want to read them..”Yixing placed the two folders on the desk, a red stamp screaming right at you on top. Dead. Dead was stamped on your parents' cases.”..I’m sure Junmyeon can tell you some things too..”

You stared at the files for a long time, knowing that inside would you mom’s and dad’s picture be. You had seen some of them but you never bothered to read the words, see the reality of your bloodline.

“Why?”Yixing watched you for a while, following the lines on your face, the press of your lips.

“What do you mean?”

“Why was I born like this if they were not?”the question surprised him, left him quiet. Yixing hadn't thought about the fact that when he brought up your parents' real identity would he take away everything you knew about them, he would take away your only home. They weren't just human, they were something more, but you weren't, and it made you lose the bond, leaving you alone in the world.

“..I don't know…”a sigh passed his lips, deflated his lungs.”..It’s not a 100 % chance that children will always be born with power…”

You couldn't breathe, your throat clogged up. Why, why was it all a lie? It didn't even feel like they were your parents anymore, the longer you stared at the folders there were only names and no person behind it.

Turning around, you rushed out, desperate to find anywhere else. You had to get out, had to be in nature so you could breathe. There was no air inside, only a loud ringing in your ears which drowned out Yixing’s call. This couldn't be reality, could it? Ever corridor was the same, every turn took you nowhere. Not until you collide with something softer. Arms caught you and a voice asked something you couldn't hear.

“O-out...I n-need t-the out-outside!”panting you managed to catch feline eyes before you started to struggle to get away. He was one of them...he probably hates you.

“Junmyeon we have a problem...Yes..Okay we are in corridor 458..”the voice kept speaking

but you couldn't be still, clawing at everything, even yourself.”Hey it’s okay..”

“Y/n?”another voice came, speaking softly as they held you. Why were you like this? You were supposed to be strong, not a crying mess..”Can you hold your breath for a second?”

No no no, then you would die, but the arms didn't let you go, only held you until you became quiet. It was like standing in the forest after the first shot but this time were you staring at the girl with flowers in her hands. She smiled and she withered, died. The panic came back, lurking under your skin, forcing out small puffs of air. Junmyeon noticed how you stiffen again before the panting started, making you shake. It was impossible to calm you down, everything fueled you to struggle more until you got out of Minseok’s grasp. There was a flip in your head, survival instincts turning on as you charged at them. No were only death on your mind, death and get away. You barely missed Minseok with your fist.

“Y/n!”but you weren't there, not right now, so it ended with you laying in his arms, passed out again, because if he hadn't knocked you out, both he and Minseok would be dead.

Yixing paled slightly when he saw you in the hospital bed again. He tried to get to you but you ran too fast, you got away and he hated himself for that. He should be better but the hit he got had made him bound to the chair.

“How is she?”Junmyeon asked the nurse who checked your stats, the same woman who helped you before. In her eyes were you still a demon, a killer who didn't deserve to live.

“She’s fine…”

“Thank you Sara..” Minseok leaned against the doorframe, watching the rise of your chest.

“Who could have known someone like her would get panic attacks…”his voice was low but Yixing heard and it made him angry. You were robbed of much, you were a victim like them, a victim of the republic.

“..I don't think it’s a good idea for her to stay here..”Junmyeon turned to Yixing at his gasp, seeing the doctor with wide eyes.

“Are you throwing her out?”

“No no..an ally is an ally but we have a ‘human’ devison where I think she would feel better..”everyone stared at you, listening to the steady beeping of the heart machine. Junmyeon knew what you had done and he knew that you had killed people who someone at the bunker may have known. He thought about the possibility of sending you away on multiple occasions and it seemed to be the best idea now…”Let’s ask her when she’s awake, okay?”

Baekhyun sat in his room, staring at his hands. He had gotten a warm shower for the first time in what felt like forever and he was given whole clothes which were clean. It didn't feel real, like it was a fever dream he was waking up from with the dim yellow light. There was another bed right in front of his own, a bed Yixing would use, since the rebels didn't have enough room for everyone to have their own sleeping place, but Yixing hadn't been around since Y/n woke up. It was still hard to grasp everything for him, that he wasn't a prisoner, that he was with the rebels, that Yixing knew. There were too many questions...They made his head spin. Maybe he should sleep?

Yes, sleep. He needs to relax, close his eyes and let go. But the darkness brought the fright, cornering him. Baekhyun stared into the void, slowly feeling his pulse get faster. There was a light coming closer but it was too fast and when it collided with his body, was there an explosion. He was ripped apart, screaming until his lungs hurt. It destroyed and destroyed, wanted to kill him.

Sitting up, Baekhyun was drenched with sweat and he was alone. The room was empty and the bed still made. Maybe Yixing never came, maybe he hadn't been sleeping for so long, but the ever lurking shadows left him trembling.

“You know Y/n...we have another devison of our organization where I think you would fit in more..”Junmyeon spoke like a father, soft and careful but still with power. It was just that you weren't a child, you never got the chance to.”I was wondering if you would like to transfer there?”

You could leave it all, you had no obligations to help them and you saved Yixing as well as Baekhyun so you didn't have to think about them. What Junmyeon suggested sounded good, left you to escape both this place and the expectations.

“When would I leave?”your voice was cold, just like your face, wiped of emotion to get away. The thing is, you were raised to be a killer and now when you couldn't be sure at anything, was even your identity not yours, the little bit of life you had.

“In around a day or two...It depends on how fast I can get in contact with them and get people to go with you…”he smiled, standing from his seat. Junmyeon watched you in the bed, seeing the escape plan forming in your head.”..Yixing would probably want to speak with you, is it okay if I call him?”

Yixing was still in the wheelchair, his face dropping ever so slightly. It was Mina who pushed him to you, her orbs scared and shaking at the sight of you.

“Hello Y/n...I’m sure Junmyeon spoke with you?”you nodded, keeping your gaze on him as Mina scurried away.”So I take that you agreed with him?”

“Yes..”why was he so hell bent on keeping you here? Yixing should be happy you could get away but it didn't sit right with him, the thought of you leaving. Your name was dripping like poison from their mouth’s and if he couldn't be there to protect you, who would?

“Okay..I guess I don't have anything to say then..”there were the files again, the red staring angry at you. Dead, dead, dead, just like the others, like the ones you killed.”Take them with you so you can see the reality through the republics eyes.”

You didn't want them, you didn't want to see the dreams be something else than a dream. Everything you knew was a lie and it left you standing in the void.

Yixing rolled out from the room, black hair laying neatly over his head. All around you were white, white and grey, like the colours had been drained from life. There was nothing here for you, not even light.

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Writing about fankids because I feel lonely.

Muriel and Snikker/Canan end up having 6 kids who mostly look like Muriel.

Adult pictures because that's how we do.

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Dimitri & Leo (he/him)

Born 15th July two years after the events of the story, they are identical twins with completely opposite personalities. While Dimitri (eldest twin) is hot headed and quick to anger, Leo is calm, kind and patient.

The boys are the spitting image of Muriel and grow to be an inch taller than him.

Dimitri grows up to become a bounty hunter (much to the horror of their parents), while Leo follows him around as a doctor (only to increase the horror of their parents.)

Fun facts

- Born in the palace fountain - apparently Canan wanted a water birth last minute

- Both had bird familiars, Dimitri a hawk which he uses for tracking, Leo’s is Bawk-Bawk which Muriel found the most amusing thing ever.

- Growing up Dimitri really didn’t want to be a twin and often treated himself as if he were the oldest brother. Leo always gave the outwards appearance that he didn’t mind, but really it hurt him quite a lot.

- Both trained with Julian to become Doctors, although Dimitri ends up joining a gang and never turning up to classes. Leo ends up getting a medical license later in life.

- Both are terrified of the younger set of twins.

Kham (she/her)

Born 1st May six years after the events of the story.

Kham was named after Khamgalai and shares some of the same traits. She grows up loving nature and works diligently to develop her green magic. She is calm, but often comes across as cold and aloof.

She grows up living in the forest and works protecting it from people who would do it harm. This has included beating up poachers and freeing trapped animals.

Fun facts

- Her familiar is a bear called Stephan.

- Could only dream walk, but otherwise could never grasp her mothers void magic. She mostly does green magic like her father because of this.

- Always saw herself as Pavel’s keeper - partly because they’re the only non twins, and partly because Pavel was always really sick as a child.

- Falls in love very easily, loves romance novels and the whole concept of romance but is also very much asexual. Not attracted to peoples physical appearances at all.

Pavel (they/them)

Born 14th September nine years after the events of the story.

Pavel is an amazingly sweet and shy theyby who would lay down their life for the ones they love. They love cooking and have a knack for creating domestic crafts.

They like animals, and nature but as a child were always a little bit sicker than their siblings, so they tended no to get out and do as much.

Pavel ends up taking over the shop from Asra when Asra retires. Amazing at business management.

Fun Facts

- Has a hare lip at birth and becomes very self conscious of their face growing up. Gets surgery later in life but still has some breathing problems because of it.

- Has a whole coven of stray cats as familiars - no one is sure how it happened, but their parents adore them for it.

- Very much ‘Gender is fake’ like Asra. See’s Asra as a role model - probably not a horrible idea.

- Talent at embroidery surpasses Snikker/Canan. She is very pleased about this.

Cora & Sara (she/her)

Born 14th of August thirteen years after the events of the story.

Very much the creepy, telepathic twins. When completing rituals they work entirely synchronized. Strongest magic, but can only do the void magic their mother uses.

Studious and quite. They tend to find company only in each other and must share everything otherwise the other gets upset.

Fun Facts

- Were born in the lake that Asra pulls the reincarnated Snikker from. Premature by two months and coinciding with a full moon.

- Scare all their siblings except Kham.

- Their familiars are ravens called Icka and Riz

- As they get older they tend to communicate verbally only with their mother and father. Very seldom speak to people outside their family.

- They disappear into the darkest parts of lakes occasionally, and say they are going home. Its very ominous.

#fan kids #fankids #fan babies #fanbabies #the arcana #the arcana mystic romance #muriel x apprentice #muriel fanbabies #muriel x snikker #muriel x canan

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