#ANYWAY after this interactions and memes will be coming and then I’ll be working on some character sheets for the comic ayyeee

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Final chapter of The Riot Act link

Summary: In which the Scamanders write a lot of letters; Uncle Hesiod is effectively blackmailed by every single member of Newt’s family (including Newt himself); Theseus shows every shade of who he is and who he will become; and Newt and his father have a bit of a “glow-up”, as the kids say in the year of our lord 2023. (Click for relatable Newt & Theseus meme.)

Also, 11-year-old Newt dropping truths: “I know I annoy people, Uncle Hesiod, but I think all creatures must be met with a baseline level of compassion, and I wonder if I am sometimes not afforded that because I am different.”

Gifs by @whumpypepsigal

Excerpt (opening letters):

7AM

Floo Telegram (extra charge for weight)

Helios Scamander to Rowan Scamander

Dear Rowan,

Wanted to let you know that Newt’s day at the Ministry was rather awful. It sounds like he comported himself reasonably well, while Hesiod—on the other hand—behaved beastly. I expect we’ll be dealing with the damage for a week or so. No “fairies”, per se, but he’s gone a bit more quiet than usual, so I’m giving him the day with Theseus and his projects to see if that helps.

All that being said, Newt is—strictly speaking—physically all right, so there’s absolutely no need to worry on that front. (No doxy disasters or broken limbs, thank Merlin.) However, you and I will need to have a good long talk, I’m afraid. Make some decisions about the nature of our own relationship with Hesiod and my family generally, as well as revisit more realistic plans for Newt’s future. And then also, on quite a more basic level, we must contend with the now (while somehow not reinforcing the mess Hesiod has dumped into our laps—he planted some rather upsetting ideas in Mud’s fertile little head). Nevertheless, our son went on a bit of a solitary nighttime wander after, more or less, lying to me by omission… So that’s obviously behaviour that must be addressed. I’ve just absolutely no clue how to do it.

Anyway - I’ll be bringing him home tomorrow after work. (And yes — Theseus and I have both enchanted him to within an inch of his life. If he so much as sneezes before we’re back in Derbyshire, we’ll know it.) T has requested to come along. I shall tell you all the details in person, as I’ve got my hands surprisingly full on the one with an enraged 19-year-old who still thinks I can’t tell when he’s scheming; and, on the other, with an 11-year-old, who apparently requires magnificently compelling evidence just to convince him to eat his damn breakfast.

With love,

Helios

7:20AM

Floo Telegram

Rowan Scamander to Helios Scamander

Helios — So sorry to hear it went horribly but happy to know he mostly behaved(?). Unsurprised he fled the flat if upset, though still unacceptable. (How in the world did he get past you, though?) Must admit, am quite worried without details, esp. if T is concerned enough to leave training. Floo chat, please? Or at least summarise? Regarding breakfast: If you move whatever N is working on to left of his plate and then push plate twd him, he’ll typically eat w/out realising he’s doing it. (But thank him when he finishes, so he notices he’s done the routine—we don’t want him starving at Hogwarts…!) Please give both our boys my love.

8AM

Letter

Helios Scamander to Hesiod Scamander

Dearest brother,

I’ve been made aware that Newt’s visit to the Ministry yesterday did not go the way either of you had hoped. Certainly, I heard the tale from Theseus who had had to wrangle it from Newt in fits and starts, but the boy keeps incredibly detailed notes about creatures or interactions that fascinate, inspire, or confound him; and I’d assume he’s classed yours as confounding. I’ll be sending him to the grocer at some point, during which time I plan to unashamedly steal his journal and read all about it myself. So you may rest assured the truth shan’t be twisted by the party line. (That’s a Muggle invention, Hesiod. Quite novel. Not that you would know.)

So, here is the heart of it, brother:

I did not think I needed to make this clear as I’ve already done so in the past… But I do not need your assistance in rearing my son. I have appreciated your efforts to show interest and befriend him this past year, but I’m afraid I will be putting a stop to that, as well. You will not lay hand or wand on him. You will not reprimand him. You will not disclose information—to him or anyone else—that Rowan and I have kept to ourselves for a reason. You will bring any and all concerns directly to me instead of breaking the heart of a child. Furthermore, Newt will be doing any future career preparation with myself or with Rowan; and you are not to even speak to him without one of us present.

Finally… Newt has requested he be allowed to write you an apology for his behaviour—he is a far better man than me, because I didn’t intend to make him do that—as well as “tell [you] some thoughts”. As Newt’s not typically one for telling anyone thoughts of any sort if they’re not specifically about animals, I’m hardly going to discourage him... However, because we will be using this as an opportunity to practice letter-writing and grammatics, I expect it may take a few days, as his Mum and I are both busy through Saturday.

A word of warning: Theseus has just left the flat with a look on his face that usually means trouble, so I do hope you enjoy the visit.

Your loving brother,

Helios

P.S. - Please send any mail beginning tomorrow evening to the Derbyshire address.

8:20AM

Floo Telegram

Helios Scamander to Rowan Scamander

Rowan — Thanks for suggestion. Breakfast eaten. (Who knew earthworm digestive systems were so compelling.) Regarding floo: Can’t while N’s around. But he’s more chipper now, so I’ll try to have T take him out for chips at tea.

The summary is that N repeatedly spoke out of turn + H rather severely punished him. Please don’t discuss in detail w N until home. T + I are handling it delicately and T’s off to MOM right now so there may be nothing of H left for you to worry about, anyway

#literally choosing an excerpt from this was impossible bc there aren’t stand alone moments that don’t ruin the character arcs when pulled #in isolation #ah well #fic: the riot act #my stuff #newt Scamander #Theseus Scamander #oc ch: rowan scamander #oc_ch: Helios Scamander #oc_ch: Hesiod Scamander #I didn’t mean to make Hesiod as dislikable as he is — every time I tried to give him redeeming qualities Helios showed up and said something #new and I was like — huh. I think maybe he might really be over 50% just a dick #and here we are #I mean all the characters are pretty complicated but he still sucks lmao #Scamander brothers #autistic newt scamander #young newt scamander

[poohsources]

WE DID IT!   honestly, when i first started this blog, this was basically just me doing something on a whim. i liked making memes and spent a lot of time just playing around in photoshop and figured that maybe i could use this to give some more resources to the rpc. after all, i’ve been part of this community since 2017 and decided now would be a good time to use some of the things i’ve learned during that time ( because rping is what actually got me more into photoshop ). i did not think it would take off like it did nor that i would still be here one year later. but alas, here i am thanks to all of you. i can’t thank you all enough for the support you give me ― in whatever way it may be ― and i am so incredibly grateful for each and every one of you here. so thank you from the bottom of my heart.

now, as i mentioned in a post i made a while ago, i did have a few things planned for this blog’s anniversary. unfortunately life got in the way, and to top it all off i unexpectedly got called into work this weekend so i lost some precious time i wanted to use to work on some more stuff for today but it’ll come in due time. in the meantime, there are some announcements i wanted to make about my plans here for the next year(s). 

i’m gonna start doing commissions ! i’m still working out some of the details on this one ( and convincing myself i am actually ready for this because let me tell you, perfectionism and very low self-esteem is an absolutely terrible combo when it comes to any kind of content creation ) but i will make a seperate post about this once i’ve figured it all out. might not be tomorrow or even next week but i promise you it will come this year still.

i wanna involve you more. now, you may be asking how i wanna do that and if i’m being honest, i don’t fully know that. all i know is that i want to make more stuff you actually want to see ― whether it is creations following a specific theme / aesthetic, things made specifically to fit one show / movie / character, whatever. i mean it’s fun to do random stuff and things i personally want to make, and i’m gonna continue to do this as well, but i also want you to have more input on the things i create.

i’ll try to be more communicative. i’m always ( but especially over the last few weeks ) very bad when it comes to any social interaction probably a result of social anxiety and my dendency to get distracted pretty easily and i’ve been trying to get better at it but it’s honestly still a constant up and down. nevertheless, i will be trying to respond to messages and asks more on time. on that note, i am still gonna reply to most of the asks i have ― i’m just not sure when.

i’m gonna reorganize this blog a bit. these will probably only be some minor changes, updating my tags, changing some aesthetic things, etc. just cleaning everything up a little.

anyway, that’s all i have for you for now. again thank you all for being here, and for supporting what i do. 🧡

#pooh speaks.

[loki-notazombie]

(updated March 2024)

gif by c @tonyshazelnuts

-Messaging is set to following for a few reasons, not on anyone, it’s for me to manage my brain, but -

-Ask box is open!

RP Blog is 18+ only, but not any explicit NSFW. Canon-flexible . 

(Main) Loki, God of Mischief: shapeshifter, bisexual, fluid. Survived IW but barely - was really ‘mostly dead’ ala Westley in Princess Bride. How he was rescued/rescued himself, where he’s been, what he knows what happened after the Statesman is thread dependent.

(Other Loki). Fudging with the timeline, canon, and, comics, and universe depending on thread and RP. Main thing is attempting to stay consistent per thread! I come from fic writing so that’s how my brain works.

Here for Headcanons

misc tags: #headcanons, #quizzes and memes, #ooc, #ooc posts

Mischief Mun: is 30+, pronouns she/they, been writing fic for years, started in a sci-fi fandom, now in MCU and Loki centric. Main ship I write is frostiron. Dabbling in hannigram in Hannibal tv. Keeping my AO3 and tumblr separate but open to sharing privately if you want to scope me out for RP partnering. I’ve published over 800k words on AO3. I like a plot. In US Central time zone. Only on mobile (phone, tablets) so don’t expect a lot of fancy graphics and such.

Open Starters: Sleeping Beauty Clandestine Creature

Rules:

-This is new for me, so just don’t be weird or a jerk and we’ll be fine

-The block button will be used if necessary

-No hate: no bigotry, racism, transphobia, etc, so educate yourselves accordingly. Ya know, like you should be doing in life anyways.

-No MCU hate: this doesn’t mean there can’t be criticism of characters and actions, but there’s criticism (I have plenty of my own) and then there’s just bashing and vitriol. There’s a lot of bs in the Loki fandom and that is not happening here. I love all Lokis as characters and the show.

For RP partners:

-Loki controls his own shipping, thoughts, and actions.

-RP is supposed to be interactive, yes? So if you want total control, that’s what fic writing is for. 

-Time to post: Probably slow, I have a full time job and am constantly writing several fics in more than one fandom

-Feel free to send a starter ask and we’ll see! Or random asks not exactly intended for long term threads!

-Shipping: Default is platonic. Something romantic or sexy can develop but even then don’t expect very explicit scenes - it’s just not something I think I’d be up for skill wise or be comfortable with in the RP world. Flirting and talk is ok. If you’re set on an explicitly smutty ship, best to move along. That being said, frostiron is my main Loki ship. I dabble in strangefrost, strangeironfrost, frostshield

-Crossovers: possible, especially if I know the universe

-OCs: I don’t know how I’ll be without pre-existing knowledge of some kind (new around here, in fic I’ve done OC’s but they were mine, ya know?) Open to it.

-RP is in threads here

For non-RP blogs: 

-Comments and reblogs are not welcome. Just keeping it tidy.

-Asks are welcome for commentary or screaming happily about threads

-Asks for random questions are welcome

-No RP threads with personal blogs

Wishlist

Thor, God of Thunder. (brothers forever) Look, I just want Thor and Loki reunited, okay?

Sam Wilson, Captain America. (likely enemies to friends). I think it would be interesting to throw these two who have never met together

Peter Parker: (friends, maybe a bit of mentor-mentee)

(Everything above is subject to change)

#loki roleplay #loki rp #marvel roleplay #marvel rp #mcu roleplay #mcu rp

[rukia-kuchiki-divided]

~Where Have I Been?~

~So it’s been quite a while since I’ve posted on here. It’s been quite chaotic in life for me lately and while I know I don’t necessarily owe an explanation but I want to give one - if only to get some of my own thoughts out there. I’ll put it under a read more so you can scroll on if you’d like.... 

TL:DR I’m back and slowly getting back into roleplaying and writing again!

Work had become the absolute bane of my existence. I had so many events to go to and sales goals to meet - and I’m stubborn so I refused to see that all my time is taken up by work with zero time for hobbies or family or friends... in other words, miserable. 

After a while, I finally have an epiphany. I find out I’m pregnant which is great news but not sustainable with my work load. It starts to dawn on me that I need a change out of sales which takes time but I finally managed to land a role in a different company that isn’t sales oriented, is mostly work from home, with a ton of work life balance! 

Hence, I’m slowly relearning my hobbies and coming back to them! 

I never lost my love for Rukia during this time - sometimes I just need a jumpstart lol But I’m back and ready to slowly start writing again so I hope you all missed me (those of you still here) and want to interact! 

I will admit that the pregnancy itself is causing it’s own issues... lots of sciatic nerve pain, bad carpal tunnel, etc. Conveniently my due date is in October so guess who will be watching Bleach during maternity leave?! XD

Anyways, thank you to my mutuals and friends that have hung around this long and I hope you all enjoy my writing now that I’m back! 

So send in memes, drabbles, rp ideas, whatever. It might take me a minute to get through them but Rukia def needs interaction! Also I’m making a concerted effort to be active on discord so if you want my discord to rp, let me know -  This is something I only do with mutuals that I’m familiar with just for my own comfort. 

#rukiakuchikidivided #ooc #outofchappy #❊Rukia's Out of the Office❊ #✎Elessara Writes✎ #~I'm back for reals guys #~so thanks for hanging around #~I'm going to slowly work on getting more active #tw pregnancy mention

[crybabyddl]

Omg y’all im so sorry about my inactivity over the past year or two. My life is becoming more “adult” in the sense that I have places to be, people to see, and things to do. I really only come on here when I have the chance to be alone, which isn’t very often anymore. I was so active on here because of the pandemic and now that things aren’t as isolated and have essentially reverted back to an altered version of pre-pandemic life, I don’t have the time nor mental energy to write, post, or interact on here like I used to.

It makes me really sad because I’ve made some wonderful friends on here. It sucks bc a lot of them became inactive after the hype for JATP died down and then everyone basically went inactive once it was officially canceled. I saw it coming, but it still hurt. Not only that, but I also got into some dead fandoms lol.

Anyway, I guess this is my official post saying to not expect any writing from me from now on. I will still be active every once in a blue moon, and I will never deactivate my account. I want to keep all my work available for y’all to read bc I know how frustrating it is to go back to a fic that I bookmarked or copied the link to, only to find a blank page bc the person deleted it or deactivated their profile. (Of course people have their reasons so i’m not hating i just get sad bc i liked the fic enough to save it to read again so it’s a bit disappointing, you know?)

ANYWAY, I will still interact with people and posts when I find the time to be on tumblr and I will never say I’ll never post writing again, but just don’t expect anything from me, not that anybody still was anyway, but I just finally have the courage to make the official ‘I’ve “outgrown” my active era on this platform’ post.

Thank you for all the love, friendship, laughs, memes, asks, tags, and support through the years, especially 2020 and 2021. (But also special shoutout to 2017 when i was mainly posting for HS1 and had a post reach 1k notes for the first time) I will always be here for you if you message me, and I will always do my best to check in as much as possible. Just know I wish I could be on here more, but I also don’t think it’d be the best thing for my mental health lol.

ANYWAY… Thank you for everything. Reach out whenever, I’ll be here even if I’m not RIGHT HERE.

I love you all so much.

-Nicole <3

#crybabyddl rambles #emotional #ugh life #moots <3 #ilyasm #thank u #<3 #text #ramblings #not goodbye

[alister312]

1, 2, 22, 23!!

THANK U FOR THE ASK ELLA!! sorry it took me a hot sec to answer 😅 in reference to this ask list

1. First ship you remember

I’ve said it before but Bunny is the very first SP ship I remember shipping and what got me into the fandom in the first place! Second after that I think was Style… they’ve always been ships that go hand in hand anyway so it makes sense. Anyway Bunny was my OTP back in the day, definitely the ship I read and wrote the most fic for (before discovering Gregstophe).

2. Your newest ship

I feel like everyday there’s new rarepairs I’m crafting in my head like “Would that even work?” BUT my most recent one I think I’ve stuck on is Gary/Heidi (Gardi?). It started from me doing the South Park ship meme for my 400 followers, when I drew them next to each other and thought “Aw they’re kinda cute!” Since then, I’ve been thinking more about them (especially with my next gen concept) and I think I really like them together? I picture them being super normal, much more so than any other SP couple, but very sweet and supportive. I’ll admit that part of why I like that comes from the fact that I don’t have any major Gary or Heidi ships I like (except Stary, but I’m shipping Style like 90% of the time so not really). It’s a little “pair the spares” in that sense, but I’ve never seen anything wrong with that concept.

22. Ship that you immediately fell in love with after one scene despite not considering it before

Not a scene BUT I really started to like Kengory (Kenny/Gregory) as a ship after rereading Lex Talionis recently. They’re not a pair in that fic but they have SUCH a good dynamic in it, I couldn’t not fall in love. Like, it’s a pairing you’d never consider because they don’t interact in the slightest in the movie (nor is there any implication that they ever did) but if you really start to think about it, it makes a ton of sense. Both care very deeply about protecting those around them and standing up for what’s right. They’re also both a bit of a martyr, Kenny as Mysterion especially. There’s also the potential for them to have a sort of prince and the pauper thing going on (I know the prince doesn’t date the pauper in the OG story but oh well).

23. Poly ship that you ship despite not shipping some of the characters in it outside of poly ship

This isn’t quite what the question asked but I’ve got a number of weird poly ships involving Kevin Stoley?? For example, last year I was kinda into the idea of him plus Tokendy, then him plus Clybe, and now I’ve kinda got him in a larger polycule for my next gen (Kenbe are married but Kenny is also dating Butters and Bebe is also dating Kevin). I’ve never been huge into any individual Kevin ships, mostly because the only big ones out there are Revin (and I headcanon Red as a lesbian) and Stolovan (which I do like but not nearly as much as other Clyde ships). Kevin is just my beloved little nerd loser and I love tacking him onto ships that make no sense <3

Mumu and I have also done fun thought experiments where we take characters, stick them in a randomizer, and make random polycules from that. It’s all very silly usually, but sometimes there’s some really interesting ideas and circumstances we can think of that would lead to such a ship!

#THANK U AGAIN FOR THE ASK ELLA MWAH 💕 #sp ships

[scary-senpai]

Late reply is late 😅

First at all, I wanted to thank you for the answer about Garou's parents and the links you included about your others works! It took me a while to read them all! (Life has been busy lately) 😅.

But anyway, if it is possible, I would like to ask you, what do you think of the last chapter and what awaits for the future?

Mainly with the HA and Garou possible join them?

I believe people like Amai Mask would take it pretty badly considering he wanted to go straight for the kill and if Garou ends up as a S class hero, it would just add salt in the wound.

I think many of the C, B and A heroes would quit immediately, but the fact that Garou did not fight all the S class heroes gives a little ray of hope of being accepted (or at least tolerated) more easily.

Not that they would welcome him with open arms or something, but not having to apologize to them in particular could help.

(I sure hope as hell that Bang would not make Garou apologize to the ones who hitted him back then, they lost their right to an apology after that).

And also, I know I mentioned this before, but have you noticed that there have been more people trying to prove the 0.01 % chance of the theory of "Blast is future Garou" after the last chapter? They are a lot of memes about it!

The thing that caught my attention about this the most, and the Neo heroes arc, it is if there would be any interactions between Garou and Blue.

That would be very interesting...

Those 2 right now, represent everything their ideas oppose, with Garou being a "former criminal" and Blue being the "leader" of a lot more corrupted organization who believes they have any right to turn whoever they seem fit into cyborgs (pretty sure that in the webcomic they tried to capture Garou for that porpuse).

And in the 0.01% chance of Blast being actually Garou in the future, that would be mean that Blue would meet his dad when he was a kid like himself and, don't know, understand him better perhaps?

So? What do you think of this?

Gaah—oh my goodness. If you read all my stuff, you are legally entitled to my hand in marriage, and/or a bowl of soup <3 (But you're under no obligation! I reblog/link stuff hoping that somebody will read them, but never anyone in particular.)

Anyway, thank you so much for writing, Cherished Tumblr Compadre. I’ve been thinking a lot about the last chapter! I could literally meta for days about all the red flags happening in the Hero Association right now, but I’ll try not to indulge in too many tangents. I already vented a bit about the hiring process, the apparent lack of background checks, and Sitch’s consistent failure to communicate.

Going back to your ask, though, there’s a technical term for many of the snide interpersonal interactions we see at the HA, and that’s workplace bullying. Even if he’d come in under the best of circumstances (fresh from the dojo, no hero hunt and no criminal record), Garou would certainly get shit from somebody and suffer from the utter cliquey-ness of the place. For an organization focused on Justice, they can be patently unfair--as Garou knows from his convo with Death Gatling. (And Bang knows this, too, because we’ve seen him comment on his colleagues behavior—although he doesn’t really address it directly).

Anyway, my Overly Sad Headcanon / Depressing Meta is that Bang, well aware of Garou's childhood angst, is doing his own crude version of Exposure Therapy and in hopes that Garou will learn to rise above conflict, and to play nicely even when folks actively antagonize him. I think I prefer that to my other depressing meta, which is that Bang has yet to see Garou for Garou, and instead simply imagines his protégé as a younger version of himself.

In any case, I’m curious why Bang resigned immediately, as opposed to reducing his schedule and/or taking personal leave as he supports Garou’s transition, and then returning together with him—it almost feels like there were ultimatums involved. I think Bang’s presence will be crucial for Garou’s success at the HA—not only so that Garou feels like he’s got somebody in his corner, but so that the other employees feel more comfortable, because Garou’s always hanging around a chaperone. I love Garou, but he has the potential to be very dangerous in response to a perceived threat. Additionally, he’s put a lot of effort into making himself seem scary and that will come back to bite him in the ass, even among people he has not actively battered. Fear/anxiety responses are not something we can so easily override, but that’s a CogPsych digression for another day. I am still triggered by a current client that reminds me of my emotionally abusive ex-boss, even though it’s been several years since I left that job and I was never in physical danger.

OPM feels like it was written by someone who understands behavioral economics / organizational psych very well and/or is quite familiar with how Kafka-esque managing a company (particularly a nonprofit) can get…or someone that knows very little and has somehow gotten lucky and lampooned all the right things. Catbert would be proud.

So, I am not endorsing this approach, but here’s a real thing that happens at companies: getting people to quit is sometimes a deliberate gambit, even a strategy. Sitch (or another executive) might have done the math and decided, "yes, I one solid S-Class hero adds more value than 100 B/C class heroes. Let’s make that sacrifice.”

Ideally you would work hard to make all your staff comfortable, but that isn't always possible, and some companies can’t be bothered. Unhappy / anxious employees are unproductive employees. In that case, Upper management might well say, "if you don't like the direction we are taking, then by all means--please, go with God. And also, you’re not worth the headache.” And we have seen upper management get very, very ruthless about strategy. And besides, not everybody can just up and leave a job. It probably helps that the HA is the only game in town, at least for now

I spend a lot of time thinking about the economy in the OPM-verse—it can’t be good. In a world --where your entire commercial district might be flattened under a giant monster corpse at a moment’s notice, or your public transit / highway system becomes suddenly FUBAR due to yet another monster-induced catastrophe, Hero work would probably be a comparatively stable career.

Anyway, @gofancyninjaworld used the analogy that "the Hero Association hiring Garou now is like opening up a marriage after your spouse has cheated," but I'd go one step further and say, "it's like opening up a marriage because your spouse has been cheating chronically for years." There are many things that will likely come to light because of Garou--lack of transparency, lack of supervision/oversight, unequal treatment. Nothing that’s Garou’s fault, but Garou’s presence will likely crack already faulty foundations.

Speaking of which:

I know this arc been a journey for everyone, mostly ending in positive changes, and this includes Waganma's dad, Narinki. He probably has an improved opinion of heroes now.

But if one high-ranking executive thinks like this, others likely share this perspective--because if they didn't, then Narinki probably wouldn't be there in the first place. My old company was not the healthiest or most cohesive work environment, but if anybody ever implied the front line workers weren't earning their keep, even on an “easy” shift, they would be immediately and mercilessly eviscerated by the rest of the office staff (many of whom had been front line workers previously). We didn’t always see eye to eye, but we agreed that the frontline workers should be making as much money as we could possibly afford to pay them, all of the goddamn time.

Speaking of which. The HA could stand to have some heroes on their executive board, if they don’t already. Most successful orgs try to diversify their leadership with current/former employees, and (usually if they are a service oriented nonprofit) from the populations they support. You don’t have to be a wealthy businessman in a suit to serve on leadership committee—but it does get frustratingly insular sometimes.

In that sense, maybe the HA does need someone like Garou, who can see through PR bluster and speak truth to bullshit power. He just needs to sharpen his diplomacy skills.

Speaking of diplomacy, it seems like Garou is certainly primed for conflict with Amai Mask. On the other hand, I like to think that Garou is also uniquely positioned to understand Amai, perhaps moreso than any other character. Garou knows the anger and fear that comes with being a monster, and (if he does join up with the HA) the crushing pressure to uphold a positive image in spite of whatever storm is roiling inside you. Amai externalizes his pain and sadness on to other people. That was Garou’s downfall, too.

I do have this bittersweet headcanon where Garou figures out Amai’s identity and his mind is absolutely blown, because, well...

Garou, pacing frantically: If you're a hero but you're actually a monster then... that means... you aren't actually popular you're... oh, wow. [[Garou abruptly stops pacing and makes eye contact with Amai]] That sounds really fucking hard, actually.

Amai, coolly: I’d certainly say so.

Garou, pacing again, and biting his nails: See, ever since I was a kid I've always rooted for the monster. but I don't know if it was actually about the monster...now that I think about it, and I’ve finally met some monsters, I’m starting to think that it might have been about the rooting for underdog, you know?

Amai: I’ve never been one for cartoons.

Garou: and... you're kinda the underdog here... so... I think I might, uh... I might... be a fan? I mean, I might be your fan--

Amai, smiling slightly: that is quite kind of you to say.

Garou, practically tearing out his own hair: --possibly your biggest fan--

Amai, magnanimously: I suppose it’s no surprise that you’d come around eventually--

Garou, cutting him off: --but I absolutely hate your music...and literally everything else about you.

Amai: ...

Garou: like, I’m on your side, but I don’t wanna be in the same room as you, you know?

Amai, sighing: you really ought to quit while you’re ahead. 

“I’m on your side, but also I don’t want to be in the same room as you,” is probably something Garou hears a lot, bless him.

OPM has this almost-but-not-quite hopeful motif that “the best possible outcome arises when the absolute worst thing occurs,” and if I had to guess, I’d say that’s how Garou’s story will go—in many ways, he’s been through more than anybody else and in that sense he has the most potential to help everybody else.

Now, you mentioned apologies. I would say that (in most cases) everyone deserves an apology, but nobody’s entitled to forgiveness. Those are two very different things.

It is my (probably unpopular) opinion that forgiveness is something you do for you, as a way of moving on--it is not necessarily for the benefit of the person apologizing, especially in extreme cases like this, Sometimes forgiveness means setting boundaries. Someone once described forgiveness as “take a boltcutter to the chains of an unpleasant experience so that it no longer has power over you.” When it comes to some people I’ve forgiven, like my former employer or an abusive ex, I honestly prefer not to think of them. In other cases—like forgiving my loved ones for things they’ve done (usually unintentionally)—it’s the mistake that we’ve agreed to move away from, not each other, and we mutually agree on the work it will take (and consistent behavioral changes we need to see) in order to repair / strengthen our relationship after a misstep. It really, really depends on the scenario, and the people involved, and what your goals are. Healing alone takes work, and healing together with somebody else usually takes twice as much effort (if not more, tbh)

Someone can sincerely accept Garou’s apology, and hope that he turns his life around, and also never want to see him again (or work for the same employer). None of those things are mutually exclusive, nor are they wrong.

I think Garou’s preliminary (and most daunting) challenge will be to forgive himself for his past actions. Until he accomplishes that, he can’t fully conceptualize what makes a heartfelt apology.

We never actually saw Garou apologize for dining and dashing, for example--instead, he notably rambled off on a tangent, justifying previous crimes. It’s funny and sweet and a little troublesome. But I think we can guess where it comes from... Garou does not often see people apologizing to him.

Garou’s temper and incorruptible stubborn streak are why I doubt he’s actually Blast—although admittedly I’m having some fun imagining that theory. But Blast works on a team. Blast is level-headed. He’s a straight-shooter and a clear communicator, even under pressure...and these are all qualities that Garou does not fully embody right now. He might have demonstrated a talent for teamwork, but he won’t admit to it. He helps Sai to focus enough to time travel, but those are memories he can no longer access. I do hope he finds them again. Anyway, the potential is certainly there, and i believe that Garou could (in time) cultivate these qualities and ultimately excel at them…but honestly I don’t see anyone around him to guide him, or even to model this behavior. If anything, I think Garou will end up enlightening Bang more than Bang could ever hope to enlighten Garou.

I think it’s interesting to consider how Garou and Blue might interact, if the “Garou is Blast” theory comes true. I feel like it would probably be... traumatic for the both of them, honestly.

Think about it: Garou hasn’t quite figured out his own childhood and already he’s tasked with being an adult. I mean, wow, can you imagine the pressure?!? “Bang is like 100 years old and he’s still not ready to be a father,” Garou probably thinks to himself but lovingly, and with great affection for his mentor. “So what the fuck am I supposed to do?!?”

If Blue is Garou’s son, I hope Garou discovers this quickly , because Garou it seems like he would feel... immense regret and sadness for failing to be a fully present parent. Even if he’s still just a kid himself and the whole situation is patently absurd, he might end up chastising himself for not being a good father even though he had no way of knowing he was actually supposed to be one.

Thinking about this from Blue’s perspective? I imagine it would be very hard for him also. Again, I haven’t read most of the wc, but Blue more mature than Current Garou. Current Garou is someone who is really in need of a parental figure right now (honestly he needs multiple mentors and/or parental figures, partly because he needs so much support and partly because he needs to regain trust / feel safe around other adults). So, in that sense maybe he’d be better off hanging around another kid? It’s really hard to tell. Garou’s kind of a wild card.

Garou is also emotionally immature, which tends to exacerbate any existing interpersonal struggle. We’ve seen how he handles emotional closeness--he runs away, and challenges people to find him. Like most teenagers, he lashes out to test boundaries. He can’t even tell Bang, “I missed you, and I’m glad you’re here.” He just says “took you long enough, you old windbag!” And Bang doesn’t seem to want to use his words either. Garou struggles to keep his anger under control. He seems to feel a little bit awkward and anxious in social situations, unless he’s masking or performing in some capacity. Even a friendly conversation with his most trusted person hit some rough patches… so imagine him navigating such an unusual one?

Your idea that the Neoheroes wanted to turn Garou into a cyborg is a really good one! I hadn’t considered that, but it makes a lot of sense.

So as we know, Neo-heroes are into extreme body modification. That seems like it would make them the obvious baddies. But, as we learned in Ch 167.5, there are some folks at the HA pushing for a similar approach:

The higher-ups want me to try drugs, body modifications, whatever it takes!

And the heroes are questioning my awareness of human rights and threatening me with lawsuits!

I suppose Gobrich means to say that the employees are threatening to sue the company, which is, again, an inadvisable tactic, but not an uncommon one: some companies decide the cost of getting sued is worth the overall benefit they’d see from a particular strategy. Also, winning a lawsuit is often more about weasel-wording and the evidence/strength of a case than actual reality… and that’s assuming you have the resources to follow through with a lawsuit, which not everyone does. I would not want to go toe-to-toe with an entity like the HA, I’ll tell you that much.

Scarily enough, this Gobrich situation is not an uncommon scenario IRL, either--sometimes it’s just one rational person in the right position that’s able to hold back an unfair, inhumane, or otherwise detrimental change.

Right now, the HA is pretty much the only game in town. Normally, that’s a bad thing--folks that want to work as career heroes don’t seem to have options when it comes to employers, which would give the HA more leverage over its employees, perpetuating things like unfair (or downright unjust) treatment. In this case, though, there’s an unintentional upside: while there isn’t a consensus about how to improve the current roster of heroes, there are at least some forces (or just individuals, like Gobrich) putting a kibosh on more extreme techniques, like body modification--at least, for now.

What that means is, though, there might not be a mass exodus of “Heroes that Don’t Like Garou” -- there might also be a second wave of extremists jumping ship to work/play mad scientist for a less morally conservative organization. The latter example is much more scary to me. :-/

#one punch man #opm #opm manga #amai mask #garou #bang #blast #hero association #opm meta #my writing #meta #once upon a time in human resources #i worked in middle management and I hope to recover from this someday. #fun with psychology #splendiferous mutuals #seriously though #i have so much meta on SO MANY different things #like everything from hero management tactics to alchemical symbols and esoterica #so asks / messages / etc help me know what to focus on #i've literally got boxes of meta and fic #like it might take me a couple of days? #but only because i put a lot of effort into responding #but i'm trying to get a bit faster because more effort doesnt' always equal better #sometimes it just means 'rampant tangents and/or answers to different questions than the one you asked'

[xaviernottheprofessor]

Entry #001

A journal a day, keeps the doctor away. Or some dramatic shit like that. 

I’m doing it. I’m finally writing in here. I’m still not convinced this will help me much but I guess I understand the appeal. Fitting that I’d purchase my first notebook in New York City. It’s one that I had been eyeing to write some of my ‘go to jokes’. You know, the type you store in your comedic arsenal to drop on someone when you’re literally out of words to say. I decided to use my phone notes for that instead. Turns out, since the break-up, I’ve needed those notes opened more often than not. So I guess I’ll begin there. Social interaction has been strained. A lot more than usual. Before, I’d do well enough to get by. I mean, I’ll give myself more credit. Dr. Kennedy believes I should so yeah, I got by really well. Now, not even masking does the trick. There are days I really feel like my mattress could swallow me up and I’d be better off if it did. But then I think about who’s going to tell Emmie that my mattress swallowed me up. No one. And you know what happens next. She ends up losing it. 

God, I’m cheeky even in my journal entries. So what do I do? I know that it’s a big deal to give myself a pat on the back for trying. I got out of bed, I put on some clothes, I ate a meal, I smiled a little, I text a friend, I flew out to New York, I worked. I did it. I did good today. And yet, I feel like the perpetual sadness will never leave me. Not to be dramatic but I never thought it would be this difficult. Then again, I never thought it would happen. Athena keeps sending me break-up Tik Tok videos which she now by the way blames me for break-up Tik Tok being her FYP. Anyway, she sends me these videos and it’s all about people who went through it and then three months later had a massive glow-up. I’m lucky if I look good enough to be on the cover of Entertainment Weekly. I still don’t know how I’ll make that photo shoot tomorrow. Glow ups? More like let me go back to bed, please. 

It’s strange that the height of my sadness is occurring during the height of my career. This somehow makes me more interesting. Sure, people want to see my acting chops and are excited to bring me on to projects but they’re also curious about me and my old relationship and Ship Wrecked. It’s a weird and unsatisfying thing that’s happening to me right now. I feel like I’m living in some parallel universe. Hopefully the hype doesn’t disappear when my I guess eventual glow-up does occur. Then what? I’ll only have my pretty face left. Jokes. 

Speaking of pretty faces, I finally got to meet Henry and the sad thing about THAT is he had been DMing me for about a month to try to get together and I’ve been that oblivious of the world around me. When I asked why not text me? He kinda brushed it off as, he didn’t want to bother me. He’s kind that one. He’s got like kind eyes and he laughs at my jokes. Probably a little too much but I think that’s because he knows my mattress is coming for me. He checks on me like every 5 minutes and I have to remind him I’m not going to self combust...yet. He refuses to believe that. For someone who’s personally known me (and not thru biased commentary from my friends Thomas and Celeste) for only a day and a half, he has an optimistic view of how things will turn out. I’ll get the love of my life, he tells me. I’m inclined to believe him after a few glasses of wine. 

I think I’ve made a new friend in him which is always nice. The world always needs new friends, allies, people who will check on you every 5 minutes and throw contracts at you when you’re not adjusting to reality. Khamani brought me animal fries and Celeste keeps Raj off the conversation which is also good for me. Frankie just sends a meme and then tell me they love me. Their way of making me believe that there is no side taking. I know there isn’t. And Amaya...tries because the idea of giving up hardly makes sense for her. Too bad Raj and I seem to be on a different plane of thought. Juni and Chris have also been the friends I needed. Chris keeps me busy with work and good conversation. Juni brings in the laughs (and unknowingly so). Bless all their hearts. I love them. 

It’s hard for me to think about how much I miss him even when I’m being told to do just that. Work through my crap all of that therapeutic stuff that gets thrown at you. It’s hard because it hurts and lately what happens is the more I think about it, the angrier I get and the last thing I want is to turn any good memories I have into bad ones. I’d rather live in my deniability a bit longer. But I do miss him. More than I’ll have have the chance to tell him. That’s the worst part of it all. Closure isn’t even on the radar for us. 

Anyway, that’s all I’ve got right now. I wish I had more. New York City is just as I left it, SF is probably the same. London is just a fog of memories. Someday, I’ll feel settled enough to call one of them home. Until then, I’ll try to keep writing in here. 

#( journal. ) #tw: depression

[shroudcore]

Speak now, or forever hold your peace. (Finale)

Summary: The ghosts may have left, but the wedding they officiated is not something to be easily forgotten. Will unsaid feelings remain hidden? Idia thinks so, after seeing you with your admirers. 

Idia x GN!reader. Reader is MC, or takes the role of MC in this story.

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)

Warnings: none

After that 3-star difficulty sidequest, it was finally time for the ghosts to leave. They were filing out through a shimmering silver portal to the Land of the Dead, which you joked about jumping into “for the meme”. Idia was quick to discourage it. The joke would’ve been funny at any other time than right now. 

Each ghost made sure to give the newlyweds their congratulations. Each congratulation made Idia want to take off into the night, never to be seen again. It was beyond embarrassing. Unbearable. Way past his limit of social interaction capability. Things were getting way too much to handle for his now-empty Energy bar. 

While Idia longed for the comfort and isolation of his dorm room, you were the one who thanked the well-wishers and said the goodbyes—from a safe distance, of course. 

“When we return, I want you to meet our baby!” Eliza announced before she stepped into the portal. You and Idia shared a look. As if reading each other’s minds, you checked your schoolmates’ faces for their reactions—which did not disappoint. Different ways of saying “Don’t come back!” filled the hall, in varying degrees of anger and vulgarity. Before she disappeared for good, Eliza huffed and stuck her nose up in the air—an expression that tonight’s failed suitors knew all too well. 

At her departure, the portal shrunk into a mere speck until it completely disappeared. Then came the loudest cheers of the night serving as Victory fanfare. It was all over! But before he went, Idia hoped to say goodbye and take a look at you in your suit one last time. Or maybe even ask you to hang out tomorrow, depending on his current Courage level. 

While he silently rehearsed his thank-yous and good-byes, he wondered if you knew that you were still holding his hand. He decided not to mention it. 

Unfortunately, his brief moment of (weak) celebration was cut short when he noticed that the now-mobile Groom Rejects were approaching. They might as well have red bars floating over their heads to warn him of danger. He froze, contemplating whether to: 

> Bear it and stay with you just until he was prepared to say goodbye (+10 relationship points -20 comfort LV)

> Just run off on his own without saying anything, ignoring your calls. (-10 relationship points +10 comfort LV)

For now, he decided to stick with Option 1. Just a little bit longer. 

“That was amazing!” Deuce exclaimed, rushing over to give you a high-five. You laughed and  met other high-fives, low-fives, fist bumps, and head pats that came your way with that lovely smile of yours. 

Suddenly, Ace rips you away from him. Suddenly, you weren’t holding hands anymore. The loud first-year put his arm around you and Idia couldn’t help but notice how easy and natural it looked. Meanwhile, there he was: someone who needed to rehearse his goodbyes. 

Clearly, there was a huge level difference here and Idia was the one disadvantaged. 

“Our hero!” Ace yelled, inspiring more cheers. The distance between you and Idia grew as your wave of admirers and friends swept you farther and farther away. He was an outsider once again, stuck watching the fun from the sidelines. Their eyes sparkled. Their mouths smiled. Their loud voices laughed and praised you and laughed with you again. 

They loved you. And Idia was no different. 

Everyone’s Friend and the Weird Shut-in. Was there hope?

“Brother, I’m so glad you’re safe!” Ortho’s voice cut through his stream of thoughts. Immediately, he feels the weight on his shoulders lighten. 

He watched as his brother, his beacon of hope, made his way around your fan club until he eventually reached his spot. Ortho wouldn’t care if he looked like a loser, standing there awkwardly at the side all alone. Finally, he was saved. 

My savior! “Ortho! Thank you, thank you…” 

“No injuries… tense muscles… an increase in cortisol production,” Ortho muttered, frowning. “Are you okay?” 

“No…” 

Ortho nods. “We’ll return to the dorm, then. But before that, we should thank the Prefect.”

“Oh… right.” Idia looked over to you, still surrounded by your “fans” like the SSR character you were. You listened to Azul, who prattled on and on about something that was oh-so-interesting that you couldn’t take your eyes off him. And Vil judged your suit’s design, reaching out to fix something near your neck. You cracked up at something Floyd said. You posed and smiled beside Cater as he took a selfie with you. 

His mind raced as it continuously spotted the students on his list and everything they did. What was so interesting about Azul? What was so funny about Floyd? Did you like Vil’s hardworking, confident attitude? Did you think Cater had a way with words? 

He looked away. 

“Ortho, I’m going back to my room,” he said with a heavy heart, admitting Defeat. He was underleveled, had zero energy, and zero SP (social points). He’ll see you… some other time. After his cry-sesh, maybe. 

“Huh? Don’t you want to talk to the Prefect first?” 

“I’ll just… DM them later,” he lied. In truth, all he wanted was to drown himself in a video game while he gorged on candy and tried not to think about you. Ortho’s eyes narrowed, but followed him as he sneakily left the hall anyway. 

You’d understand, right?

Once he and Ortho were out, he looked back at the hall doors, hating himself for being too shy and cowardly to make a move. He imagined charging back into the room, wedging himself in between your friends, grabbing your arm, and pulling you away. Then he’ll kabedon you and—

Who was he kidding? He can’t do that, and you probably wouldn’t like that. 

“It was terrible, brother. Nobody wanted to help!” Ortho said, and Idia thinks he didn’t need to be reminded that nobody liked him. 

“When the Prefect and I reached Diasomnia, we expected them to reject us too…” he mused. “But Malleus Draconia agreed to help us! Can you believe it?”

“Wait… Malleus-shi?” 

Ortho nodded enthusiastically. “Yes… because the Prefect talked to him… and then he cast a charm on them to help us ward off those ghosts! It was really nice of him.”

“I see…” Idia knew that you and Malleus were friends. But to actually help you and him? Maybe your relationship with the Diasomnia dorm leader ran deeper than he thought. Why else would he go through that trouble? 

“The Prefect volunteered without needing to be asked, you know,” said Ortho, who he now noticed was observing him carefully. Idia tried to ignore the way his brother’s eyes lingered on him as they walked (floated in Ortho’s case). 

“...I’m so glad their plan worked!”

Wait, what?

“Volunteered? Their plan?” All this time, he thought you’d been forced to do this by the Headmaster! You did always rant about Crowley promising you different sorts of rewards if you did jobs here and there. But… you got yourself into this mess… all for him? 

Idia looked at the hand you held just moments ago and dared not hope again. Maybe you would have done this for anyone else in his place. Maybe you treated everyone the same, and it just so happened that he was the one kidnapped by a ghost bride. 

Still, he felt bad for not doing as Ortho said earlier. It was too late to turn back, however, as Idia and Ortho finally reached the Hall of Mirrors. 

“Finally… I’m so tired,” said Idia, meaning it in all ways. But as he put one leg forward to enter the door to Ignihyde, he heard someone’s voice, along with the scuffle of shoes against the floor coming closer and closer to where he and Ortho stood. 

“Idia, wait up!”

Oh no. It’s you. Enter now! Enter now!

But no matter what his head told him to do, he remained rooted to his spot. He stood still despite his pounding heart, that elevator-like feeling in his stomach, and the blaring alarms in his head. 

Object of affection at 5m…

Ortho was probably seeing his vitals going haywire and giving him that look again. He turned to look at his brother… only to not find him there. 

Help… oh no…

2m… 

“Hey,” you gasped out, catching your breath. “When I turned around, you were gone…”

Yeah, same. Just like Ortho… 

No one said a word for a while. The silence was only filled by your heavy breathing as it slowly evened. Inwardly facepalming at himself, he decided to take the chance to tell you everything he should’ve said before he left. 

But before he could open his mouth and apologize for leaving, (gods know he had too many things to apologize for after tonight), he was taken into a warm embrace. 

OHMYGODSOHMYGODSOHMYGODSOKAYLET’SCALMDOWN

“I thought I was too late.” you mumbled into his suit. 

At that moment, without anyone else around, nothing else mattered but the safety of your arms. And damn, how good it felt to be embraced. Did anyone else get these hugs from you? Idia didn’t think so. He hesitantly lifted his arms up and hugged back. 

Looking up at the domed castle ceiling, he wondered what he did to deserve something this good. 

It’s okay. I can have this. He allows himself to melt into your arms, head drooping down to rest against your neck. 

“G-good thing you weren’t,” he finally whispered back, freezing as he heard you sob against his chest. Oh no, oh no, what do you do when your love interest is crying? Quick, quick, pull up the archive of romantic scenes from your memory. 

“Hey, hey, I-I’m okay, you see?” he said, patting your back awkwardly. You let go after releasing another sob to wipe your eyes with your sleeve. 

“Sorry I got your suit wet,” you said softly, turning your face away. “I’m really, really sorry about what happened there too.”

“About what?”

“The whole wedding thing...” You took a quick look at him but immediately dropped your gaze to the ground. 

Idia blushed. “I-It’s okay! D-don’t worry about it… I-” 

Come on, say more! Ugh… I hate myself. 

You pulled at our vest and slipped something out of it—an envelope. “I… wanted to tell you everything through a letter.”

Tell me what?

“But… Eliza came and took you before I could give it to you.” You avoided his eyes as your fingers tightened around the white envelope. Idia’s breath hitched, expecting you to crumple it. But to his relief, your fingers relaxed. Then, as if it took all your courage, you handed it to him with a slightly shaky hand. 

“It's old-fashioned, I know but yeah... just read it!” 

In the hall’s silence, he could hear your breaths quicken once again. 

“Th-That’s all I came here for. Goodbye!” 

Before he knew it, you were running off. Your arm waved frantically from a distance as every step carried you farther, farther away. He lifted his arm to wave back but you never saw it. You were gone and all he had left was the letter. 

His curiosity made him impatient. With fast and purposeful steps, he sprinted on the way to his room. What did he feel? Excitement? Dread? An unpleasant mix of both? His room, feeling farther than usual, was the only safe place he could experience whatever it was.

After a lot of walking and almost slipping over someone’s spilled soda (he cursed the shoes those ghosts made him wear. His very own would never fail him like that), he found himself in front of the doors, which slid open, revealing Ortho already inside. 

“You left me there!” Idia huffed. 

“Couples need alone time, brother,” replied his brother, innocently blinking.

“Wh-wha… we’re not a couple!” 

“Hmm? I could’ve sworn the signs were all there...”

A blushing Idia threw off the silly coat those ghosts made him wear and threw it over his desk chair. He sat on the bed, fingers racing to open the envelope. Ortho watched with great interest as two sheets of paper covered in your handwriting slipped out.  

Unfolding the first page, Idia took a deep breath and began reading:

Hey Player 1!

Sorry I couldn’t make it tonight last night. Maybe you can show me your new manga tomorrow? I know how excited you are about it.  I’m writing this while Grim’s asleep. He’ll never let me hear the end of it otherwise. 

I figured that this would be the best way to communicate my thoughts and feelings. This way, you won’t feel pressured to respond immediately. You can open and read it whenever you’re ready, in the safety of your room. I know it’s old-fashioned. But to me, a handwritten letter feels more personal—like I’m giving you a piece of myself. So here’s that piece of myself. Please, handle it with care. 

Beware. I’m about to get sentimental and mushy and cheesy and everything you cringe at! I hope you read on, anyway. 

First of all, I want you to know how much I admire you. Right from before we were friends, I was impressed by your intelligence and knowledge with technology. I’ve seen nothing like it back home. I always wondered why you hide yourself and those talents away. My curiosity drove me to want to get to know you. I’m glad I did. 

You were closed off. To you, I was just another normie. Do you remember? Your dismissal annoyed me, so I challenged you to a 1v1 match. I thought I was good, but you crushed me. I guess that’s where it started: our friendship… and something else. Soon, I found more and more reasons to admire you. Honestly, I find more with each passing day. 

I should have known, right from when songs started to make me think of you, that I was falling. I started to see you as, well, more than a friend. Your quick mind, your expressive hair, your soothing voice, your precious grin… your voice when you talk about things you love, your love of cats, and your candy, and your cold hands… Okay, I think you get the point.  But if you have time, I could go on forever. 

There’s something different in your eyes when you truly care. You say you’re bad at being sentimental and feel-y, but that’s okay! We express love differently. I see your love pour out in the way you perfect every detail on Ortho’s modifications, anyway. I’m sure he knows how much you love him. 

I want you to know how special you are to me. You’re so amazing, Idia. I wish you knew that. I want you to know that. 

I know it’s hopeless. You’re the young master to a noble house. I’m just… me. A homeless, magicless foreigner with nothing to my name. Nothing to offer but my feelings (and my superb gaming skills of course). I’m not asking nor expecting to be your special someone. But hey, I can be a top-tier teammate. A worthwhile BG opponent. A movie buddy. And most importantly—a friend. 

Our time together has always been a highlight of my difficult stay in NRC. The times we hung out in your room were my refuge from the outside world’s demands. Somewhere I was untouchable and safe from harm. Safe from demeaning remarks. Even if you never get back to this letter and decide you never want to see me again, I will always treasure the matches we played, the movies we watched, the candy we shared, and the memes we laughed over.

That’s all of it, really. Please don’t sleep too late. Watch your sugar intake. Listen to Ortho. Take care of yourself. 

Oh, and enjoy your new manga. 

Your best raid teammate, 

Player 2

Wide amber yellow eyes glistened as they repeatedly flitted over the words. A shaky thumb caressed the smudged ink from where a fallen teardrop marked the paper. Burning different shades at once, fire-hair slowly released itself from the tie it was forced into. Now free, it swathed Idia’s back in warmth like it should.

“Th-This can’t be real!” he sputters as he waved your letter around like he was fanning a bonfire. In a way, he was. 

However, Idia knew his hair wasn’t the only thing that kept him warm. He stared at the letter and it stared back. But no matter how many times he blinked, the words remained the same. You felt the same. 

“What have I done to unlock this route?” Idia clutched the letter to his chest, but noticed he was wrinkling it. “Nooo!” He quickly smoothed it over again. 

“They… they like-like me!” Saying it out loud made it more real. It was a fact! It was true all this time! Thinking of everything you did tonight: rescuing him like a true hero, running after him because you couldn’t keep your feelings secret for much longer… he couldn’t stop himself from swooning. 

“Like-like… did you mean love?”

“L-love?” Idia exclaimed. He suddenly felt dizzy, so he fell back onto his bed and talked to the ceiling. “It’s too early for that word!” 

But he knew the effect which that word had on him didn’t go unnoticed by Ortho. Well, at least he knew now that Idia wasn’t suffering from an illness. Can love be considered an illness? Idia recalls a documentary that said it was. Back then, he ate that up. Love made people do crazy things, after all. 

But ‘illness’ wasn’t an apt word to describe this dizzying happiness surging through him, was it? It was way too wonderful for a word like that.

“I’m so glad the Prefect finally confessed!” Ortho bounced happily, reflecting his brother’s joy. “I knew they would do it soon!” 

Mouth hanging open, Idia looked at his brother. “Wait… you knew?”

“I’ve known for a while,” Ortho giggled. “Vitals can’t keep secrets!” 

***

Contrary to plan, Idia didn’t touch his video games, nor gorge on candy, nor cry himself to sleep. Instead, he replayed the night’s events in his head over and over like a song he couldn’t get enough of. It had been two hours and thirty-five minutes since he read your letter. Two hours and thirty-five minutes since his world was turned upside down. In his reflection on the dark screen of his off tablet, he almost looked different. He saw someone who was admired. Wanted. Loved. 

Was that what you saw whenever you looked at him?

Ortho told him what the next move was: asking you out. He was scared. You might have changed his view of himself a bit, but that didn’t mean he was suddenly ready to go the distance and conquer the world, or whatever those overenthusiastic extroverts say. The night was still too much, and maybe he still needed those three weeks of being a complete hermit. 

Okay. Maybe with your help, I'll get there little by little. 

Perhaps you could watch a movie in his room... Would you be okay with that? You always hung out with him in there. But what if you wanted to do something outside? Eh, maybe it all didn’t matter, as long as you were together. 

When he put on his headphones, he knew which song to choose right away. There was one forgotten song in his music library that he couldn’t bring himself to delete. A love song. It wasn’t a bad one, because Idia would never keep a bad song in his music library. It’s just that the lyrics  were too happy—its singer so blissfully in love that it amplified the loneliness that had always been there.

Now playing: “Immortal Flowers” — SERPINA

This time, it’ll be different. Tonight, he puts it on repeat. He listens to it with a head for once clear of uncertainties. Instead, he thinks of fluffy otome scenarios. 

That date idea would have to wait. For now, he’ll imagine and dream of you, with your warm smile and open arms—skin basking in the glow of blue fire light. 

THE END. 

~

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)

There you have it! Thank you for reading. I had fun writing this 4-part series. Would love to hear some feedback! 

Btw, the title of the song Idia listens to at the end comes from “Conversations with Persephone” by Nikita Gill. “What Hades gave me was a crown made for the immortal flowers in my bones.” 

#twst x reader #idia x reader #idia shroud x reader #idia shroud #twisted wonderland x reader #twst fic #my work

[takahero]

in honour of finishing inkspell, here are some basta observations I picked up along the way. also, inkspell spoilers warning! i also have MANY MANY thoughts so i’d love to hear what you guys think to some of the questions raised

“He hadn’t changed: the same thin face, the same way of narrowing his eyes, and there was an amulet dangling around his neck to ward off the bad luck that Basta thought lurked under every ladder, behind every bush.” — pg.138

“Basta’s left hand was bandaged, Elinor noticed when he took his fingers away from her mouth.” — pg.139

“‘I’d have been here much sooner, believe you me, but they put me in jail for a while on account of something that happened years ago. No sooner was Capricorn gone than all the people who’d been too scared to open their mouths suddenly felt very brave.’” — pg.140 (see they never tell us WHY he was in prison, do they? the possibilities are endless. we know he committed atrocious things, like arson, but imagine if he got put in jail for something completely different…LOL)

“‘You wouldn’t believe how often I’ve told him there’s nothing to be ashamed of in going to jail, particularly when your prisons here are so much more comfortable than our dungeons at home.’” — pg.140 (OHHHTMGOD MEME IDEA)

“Basta flung his arm so roughly round Orpheus’ neck that his glasses slipped down his nose.” — pg.141

“‘Hold your tongue, Basta!’ Mortola interrupted him abruptly. ‘You’ve always liked the sound of your own voice.’” — pg.141

“‘Well, Silvertongue, I’m sorry it’s taken some time,’ he said in his soft, cat-like voice.” — pg.180

“‘My son always said revenge was a dish best eaten cold,’ observed Mortola.” — pg.181 (question. did basta find out about mortola’s true identity between inkheart & inkspell? do u think he realised it when mortola cried when capricorn died?)

“Basta passed a finger over his throat and winked at him.” — pg.186 (wink 2 LMAO)

“Basta bent down and picked up a rusty helmet lying at his feet. ‘What do you expect me to say?’ he growled, throwing the helmet back into the grass with a gloomy expression, and giving it a kick that sent it clattering against the wall. ‘Of course it’s our castle. Didn’t you see the figure of the goat on the wall there? Even the carved devils are still standing, though they wear ivy crowns now — and look, there’s one of the eyes that Slasher liked to paint on the stones.’” — pg.190

“‘So Basta was right after all. He’s dead, here and in the other world too.’” — pg.191 (interesting….so Basta knew Mortola’s plan wouldn’t work? he just wanted a ride home?)

“‘I’d really like to know what happened!’ he muttered. ‘I always said Capricorn wasn’t here, but what about the others?…What are we going to do if they’re all gone?’ Basta sounded like a boy afraid of the dark. ‘Do you want us to live in a cave like brownies until the wolves find us? Have you forgotten the wolves? And the Night-Mares, the fire-elves, all the other creatures crawling around the place…I for one haven’t forgotten them, but you would come back to this accursed spot where there are ghosts lurking behind every tree!’ He reached for the amulet dangling around his neck, but Mortola did not deign to look at him.

“‘Oh, be quiet!’ she said, so sharply that Basta flinched.” — pg.192

“‘You’re going to leave them here?’ That was Basta’s voice.” — pg.193 (at first I was like oh so he has a heart….but then he was mean to resa straight after this 🙄)

“‘Sorry, but he must have overlooked me, shut up in that cage as I was,’ purred Basta in his catlike voice.” — pg.377

“‘Wasn’t it Mortola who had you put in the cage to be fed to the Shadow?’ Basta just shrugged his shoulders and flung back his silver-grey cloak. Of course, he had his knife. A brand new one, it seemed, finer than any he’d ever had in the other world, and undoubtedly just as sharp.

“‘Yes, not very nice of her,’ he said as his fingers caressed the handle of the knife. ‘But she’s really sorry.’” — pg.377 (okay so it SOUNDS like he threatened/made some kind of bargain with his knife, but I strongly doubt that considering how afraid he seems of her?? i know he’s technically working for the adderhead but even by the end of the book, it seems he is far closer to mortola than adderhead. what is their relationship? or does he sincerely think she’s sorry/has deluded himself into believing such? UGH SO MANY QUESTIONS)

“Basta had always liked describing his own and other people’s abominable deeds in detail.” — pg.378

“‘But we’re not going to shoot you.’ Basta came a little closer to Fenoglio, his face as intent as that of a stalking cat.” — pg.378 …. living for all the cat references tbh

“‘He wants you to crawl on your belly to him, that’s what our noble lord and master likes. But never mind, he pays well!’” — pg.378 (yes basta all abt getting that bread LMAOOOO)

“He slowly drew the knife from his belt. Its blade was long and slightly curved.” — pg.379

“‘Hey Basta, I know you like the sound of your own voice.’” — pg.379 (AHAHAHAHA HOW MANY PEOPLE HAVE CALLED OUT BASTA ON THIS NOW? IVE LOST TRACK)

“With a regretful sigh, Basta put the knife back in his belt. ‘Yes, very well, you’re right,’ he said in surly tones. ‘I need to take my time with this sort of thing. Questioning people is an art, a real art.’” — pg.380 (LMAOOOOOOO HE IS SUCH A DRAMA QUEEN)

“Basta. The same thin face, the same twisted smile. Only the clothes were different. Basta was no longer wearing his white shirt and black suit with the flower in his buttonhole. No, Basta now wore the Adderhead’s silvery grey, and he had a sword at his side. With a knife in his belt too, of course. But he was holding a dead chicken in his left hand.” — pg. 455

“‘Yes, they are!’ purred Basta. ‘The little witch, and the fire-eater into the bargain. It was well worth the wait. Even though I’ll probably never get that damned flour out of my lungs again.’” — pg.455 (ok….so who’s gonna draw basta sitting amongst the flour AAHHAHA)

“‘Servant? Who’s a servant here? Just listen to him. As bold as if he’d never felt my knife! Have you forgotten how you screamed when it cut your face?’” — pg.457 … don’t call basta a servant…..noted

“‘Oh, don’t look so disbelieving, little witch, I still can’t read and I don’t intend to learn, but there are enough fools around the place who can, even in this world.’” —pg. 457 (i wonder how much capricorn influenced basta’s views on reading. because capricorn said that he learnt how to read from a maid, right? so basta certainly wouldn’t have trash-talked reading in front of him. and even after living in OUR world for nine years, I’m still surprised that he never attempted to learn, given how dependent we are on it. anyway my headcanon is that he secretly wants to, but doesn’t want to give others the satisfaction of knowing they have something he doesn’t. also nobody he knows would be willing to teach him (unless he threatened them) bc of his obviously violent and short-tempered nature…and learning requires so much patience. still, though, would love a fic of basta being taught how to read in secret and having some kind of positive interaction)

“‘You’re even more talkative than you used to be, Basta.’ Dustfinger’s voice sounded as if he found this tedious.” — pg.458 HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH IM DYING. honestly the animosity between them was just. A+++

“Basta was in an even worse state. He was sitting close to Mortola, his face so red and swollen that Meggie almost failed to recognise him. But he had escaped death once again. Perhaps the good-luck charms he always wore worked after all.” — pg.526

“The sunlight falling into the room made Basta’s face look like a boiled lobster.” — pg.575 

“Basta put his hand to the amulet hanging around his neck. It was not a rabbit’s paw, as he had worn in Capricorn’s service, but something that looked suspiciously like a human finger-bone.” — pg.581 (THIS STILL IRKS ME SO MUCH)

“The Piper straightened his back, as ready to attack as the viper on his master’s coat of arms…He was a good head taller than Basta.” — pg.582 WHY DO I KEEP FORGETTING HES NOT TALL LMFAO

“The two men were standing so close that the blade of Basta’s knife wouldn’t have fitted between them.” — pg.582 HAHAHAJAHAAJAHAHHAAHAHAHAH PKESJENE I LOVE THIS SO MUCH … IMAGINE BASTA SQUARING UP W HIS NOSE JUST SMACK BANG IN THE MIDDLE OF PIPER’S CHEST OR SOMETHING

“The Piper struck Basta in the face so hard that his head hit the door frame. Blood ran down his burned cheek in a trail of red. He wiped it away with the back of his hand. ‘Take care to avoid dark corridors, Piper!’ he whispered. ‘You don’t have a nose any more, but one can always find something else to cut off.’” — pg.582-583 THIS SCENE WAS SIMPLY……CHEF’S KISS

are you serious is he dead??? WHAT. okay I knew dustfinger’s love for farid would be the end of him and basta being the instrument to rip that away from him was totally heartrending. i WISH it had been more climactic? like dustfinger unleashing his fury and fighting basta, blind with anger and grief. THE DIALOGUE POTENTIAL BETWEEN THEM AS THEY FINALLY TALK ONE-ON-ONE, and then some revisiting of the scene where dustfinger has the opportunity to kill basta but AGAIN withholds because killing is not in his nature….THEN MO IN SHINING ARMOUR SWOOPS IN TO DO THE JOB

now, off to inkdeath!

#inkspell #inkspell spoilers #basta #inkheart trilogy #BASTAAAAAA

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Do you have any advice for someone who's curious about writing their own fan fics?

First, I want to apologise that it took so long to get to this but I've been thinking about it because there are a lot of common tips out there that WORK that I wanted to touch on but I also wanted to go into my own experience as a fanfic writer.

I don't know how long this will be so I'll add a cut here.

So, I started out I think like most fanfic writers, and writers in general. I dabbled in writing stories for myself over the year but over time most of these became stories about the content I consumed and as a history nerd, I actually started fanfic writing about historical settings and figures. Yes, I am that lame.

But, this is the first lesson I learned as a writer. Write what you love! Write what gives you passion. This is the only thing that I feel has kept me trying over the years. I concoct my plots because they are fun to me, the bonus is that I can share it with others who find them fun as well.

Anyway, on my adventure as a writer, I touched on various fandoms throughout my juvenile years. Yes, I was among those who wrote some Harry Potter stuff and then I did a bit of LOTR along the way, and some older TV shows and movies I don't think are even on Ao3. But these were fics I never really shared online with the exception of a few forgotten pieces on Quizilla and AO3.

It's important to try different things in writing and fun to refresh by trying different fandoms. Focus is good at first, sticking with one fandom until you get your feet under you but it's only natural to branch out.

The next step in my journey was creating a blog that was intended for fic writing. Now it wasn't a long term plan to keep writing. Nope. I merely had an idea after devouring too many hobbit fics. I submitted to a blog that actively shared hobbit fics and I credit that blog as the big springboard for me actively posting my stories online.

That's another thing I learned. To put myself out there but also to interact. I not only reblogged and read fics on this hobbit conglomerate but I reached out to other writers I admired. Of course, not everyone responds online or is there for anything but writing, but I made friends I still have even after switching fandoms.

And this wasn't self-serving. I really legitimately wanted to have friends online because I was very lonely. Writing was my outlet for connecting with people. It was mutually beneficial to be able to chat and just have a good time. Much of the good times in that era of my writing were the jokes we made about the characters that never really became anything but dumb niche memes.

I did that for a few years and really wanna go back to a few of my series. But anyway I also found that I learned a lot just from writing! I wrote whatever little dumb idea came into my head because they were challenges, everything was new to me, and practice makes perfect.

As well, I entered a few challenges before having a few of my own. Challenges are a great way not only to challenge yourself to try new things but to get seen.

Next, I came out of my cocoon as the dark writer I am today. When I started, dark fics weren't entirely popular here and I still of course get some negative feedback today. Well, that comes with any form of writing. However, finding something I truly wanted to write and being able to explore my own experiences in my writing was a whole new avenue.

It's good to write what people like and what they wanna read but it's more important to write from your own motivation and perspective. You never know who's going to relate to the little tidbits you put into your work. Pushing your own boundaries is as important as pushing the boundaries of others.

So all in all, to put it into bullet points with a few tacked on:

have fun

write what you want not what others demand

write for yourself and not for likes/reblogs

interact for fun not for visibility

push boundaries and try new things

get involved in writing events

don't be afraid to be silly

focus on yourself and your passion and don't worry about others

reading is as important as writing to hone your skill

make time for yourself and don't stress

Just remember that tumblr (and even Ao3) is a huge platform built up of pockets and niches. You're never gonna reach the whole site but you will reach the people you need to on here. We're all just working to share our creativity and explore concepts!

[storiesungaa]

mobile rules & information

Since people don’t read rules all the way through i would like to preface this by saying: TRIGGERING MATERIAL WILL BE WRITTEN HERE. THIS INCLUDES BUT IS NOT LIMITED TO: INCEST, DUBCON, SUICIDAL IDEALATIONS, CHEATING, AND ANYTHING ELSE I WANT TO WRITE. BY CLICKING FOLLOW, YOU AGREE TO BLACKLIST THE TAGS PROVIDED IN THE FORM OF (trigger here) tw. DO NOT FOLLOW ME IF YOU THINK FICTION EQUALS REALITY OR IN ANYWAY HAS ANY REFLECTION ON A MUN’S MORAL STANDING. 

HATE WILL NOT BE TOLERATED AND ANY ANON’S I GET ABOUT THIS THAT IS HATE WILL BE BLOCKED/NOT AT ALL ACKNOWLEDGED.

THANK YOU.

about: this is an indie mutuals only rp blog for a multimuse with various fandoms from tv shows, movies, anime, and video games. mun is 25+, genderfluid lesbian, goes by he/him pronouns (but i am genderfluid so i don’t mind she/her pronouns, most just call me he/him) online and name Jay. Previously known as Ares and Snow.

Callout culture: Do not involve me in this. Period. I want no part of it and will block as soon as I see it, tagged or not. I believe it does more harm than good and something like tha is extremely harmful..

content: there will be some pretty heavy material featured here. such as suicidal thoughts, mentions of rape, incest, and anything else I want to write. I will not tolerate hate being sent to me about this and I will block anyone who tries to police me. The only hard limit i have and absolutely refuse to write is pedophilia.

Don’t ever be afraid to ask me to tag something!

side note: if you believe fiction equals reality, please don’t follow me.

discord: is open to those who follow me. simply ask for it. i do not write on discord though. ooc contact is highly encouraged!

disclaimer: i'm in no way affiliated with any of the actors, fandoms, or characters on this blog.  Banners, promos, and icons belong to me. Theme was made by inkfated.  all screencaps used to turn into icons on this blog are not mine and belong to their rightful owners. Lara Croft screencaps come from soulcluster. tsunade icons belong to hellspath. rectangle tsunade icons belong to me. Some psds are not mine. Credit to iconholic for Red Velvet psd. Credit to plutocommissions for psd 183 - wild. some psds used are made by rivercraze

Drama: There won’t be any. I’m too old for tumblr’s drama, if you try to start something, make me choose, or drag me into drama - you will be blocked.

DNI’s will get you blocked. I don’t agree with making people choose between people when there are things like blacklist and tumblr’s own filtering system to help you avoid a person

Hate: Character hate, show hate, etc will get you unfollowed. I don’t have time for that negativity, pls tag it so I can filter it out, thank you.

IMs: pls refrain from sending me multiple messages all at once as I’m autistic and it sends me into sensory overloads!!

follow/unfollowing: i usually follow back pretty quick. if i don't follow within a week, i'm probably not going to follow back. 9/10 i do follow back. i will not follow if i see vaguing, callouts, or any sort of drama on blogs. i also will not follow any under the age of 18.

if i’ve been following you for a month and you don’t interact with me within that time limit, I’m unfollowing. I won’t soft block because I’m totally okay with people still following me but I don’t see the point in following if we’re not gonna write.

If I do not follow you back, do not message me asking to write or become mutuals - you will be blocked.

If I block you, do not come to me asking why. It will only get you blocked all over again. Do not ask why i’ve unfollowed you, either.

DO NOT FOLLOW ME IF YOU’RE A MINOR.

side note: if you’re the type to blindly believe a callout because that’s what everyone else is doing  save yourself the trouble and don’t follow me.

Memes: Send as many as you want for as many muses as you want just be sure to specify muse or they’ll get deleted! Always feel free to turn meme answers into threads, too.

Do not use me as a meme resource. Send something in or reblog from the source, please.

note:  if you send memes multiple times and there’s clearly a way to continue them, ESPECIALLY if we’ve never interacted before, and you keep sending memes but have NO INTENTIONS on replying to them, I will be less likely to respond to them. memes, in my eyes, are used as alternatives to starters. if you don’t respond to them after i’ve responded to quite a few, that’s me putting work into it for no reason really, so yeah.

My triggers: Sharks. That’s it. Just tag pictures of sharks for me please

nsfw: smut will be present here. i can not play the dominant party in smut, please don't ask me too. if you don't feel comfortable with it, we can fade to black, easy peasy. i won't make myself uncomfortable for some smut. All muses involved in smut or ships are 18+. If you think that aging them up is pedophila, do me a favor and get off my blog. Smut may happen with aged up characters but that does not mean it was done specifically for smut. Do not assume.

OCS: I love them. Send them my way, please!

OOC:  I post ooc, sometimes quite a bit, sometimes rarely. I am human and I will act as such. I will not tag ooc posts mostly bc i’ll forget. Sorry if that bugs people but like i said, I’m human and I like to write things down and share things with the dash.

OOC note: please do not flirt with me or ask me to date you, thank you!

Shipping: all muses are LGBT+ in some shape or form so if you want to ship, just let me know. They’re pretty open to anyone, though gay and lesbian muses will stay gay and lesbian. I ship toxic pairings and incest so if that’s your cup of tea, just lemme know, and we can work something out if not? That’s alright too!!

As previously stated, all ships and smut scenes are involved with characters 18+. I will never under any circumstance write something with underage characters. Characters, however, can be aged up but are never simply just for the sake of smut. Smut may happen with aged up characters but that does not mean it was done specifically for smut. Do not assume.

wait time: sometimes i can take months, sometimes seconds, sometimes days. I’m not a fast rper, please respect this.

writing: i generally prefer writing multi-para or novella. one-liners or one-paragraphs usually end up getting dropped or made into much longer threads as i have absolutely no chill. 

edit: from now on any drafts that are below three paras will be deleted, i don’t have muse for short things.

End note: Do me a favor and like this post if you’ve read my rules. Not needed but deeply appreciated. Also below you’ll find important links:

MUSES & NAVIGATION & MUSE INTEREST CHECKER & SHIP INTEREST CHECKER & COMMISSIONS INFORMATION & MOBILE MUSE LIST & THREAD TRACKER

#mobile rules

[simplyclary]

Ewan McGregor: My Serotonin Booster

[P.S: Upon the time of writing, I have yet to watch most of his films including The Island, Beginners, Salmon Fishing in the Yemen, Trainspotting along with some of his series/documentaries including Fargo, Long Way Round and Long Way Up]

I have known many celebrities who has given me happiness these past few years, but it was during quarantine when I needed someone the most. Don’t get me wrong though, many of the people whom I discovered during the start of quarantine still provides me happiness until now, the only difference being that there is a specific someone who really provides me the dose of serotonin that I really hunt and yearn for, that specific someone being Scottish actor Ewan McGregor.

Before I get to the cheesy part (I guess), let me narrate the timeline on how I found my happiness in him.

I first saw him as the debonair bronze candelabra Lumiere who sang the iconic song “Be Our Guest” in 2017’s live-action Beauty and the Beast. I instantly found Lumiere charming and cute in that film and him being head over heels in love for Plumette (played by the gorgeous Gugu Mbatha-Raw) is so cute and adorable, not gonna lie. Also, a moving candelabra singing and dancing in the middle of your dinner table is such a cute visualization, don’t you think?

A year later, Ewan then brought me back to childhood nostalgia through the lens of Christopher Robin, where he played the titular character. Seeing that film for the first time and watching him interact with Pooh, Piglet, Tigger and the other characters in the Hundred-Acre Wood has awakened the child in me. I honestly melt everytime I hear Pooh’s voice (voiced by Jim Cummings) since that voice was what made Pooh one of the cutest bears in the world of cartoons. Also if you observe in the film, there was a scene where he (Christopher) twirled his umbrella like a lightsaber when trying to "kill" a “Heffalump”. That scene kinda made me giggle and also made me think if it was just Ewan’s muscle memory or not.

Fast forward 3 years later to the current year of 2021, I have made a galactic discovery through Star Wars (yes, I know, I’m so late to the rave but hey, better late than never, right?) and through this galactic discovery, I met the sassiest, kindest, strongest and iconic Jedi warrior Obi-Wan Kenobi. I honestly applaud both Ewan and Sir Alec Guinness for their portrayals of the live-action versions of Obi-Wan as well as James Arnold Taylor and Stephen Stanton who voiced Obi-Wan in the animated series The Clone Wars and Rebels.

Now, believe me when I say that I fell in love with the animated Obi-Wan first because of The Clone Wars. Falling in love with the animated version then made me fall for the live-action version which Ewan portrayed flawlessly. It was really obvious in Ewan’s performance as Obi-Wan how much he paid homage to the Obi-Wan of Sir Alec Guinness and I really admired that. Plus, the iconic (and meme-worthy) lines are utterly unforgettable and it made me so happy to hear that he’s coming back as Obi-Wan in his own series on 2022. It was honestly through the character of Obi-Wan where I really started to love Ewan and because of this, I started to dig and binge some of his past and recent work.

Now armed with the yearning to look for and watch more of his movies, I scoured the internet and I found Birds of Prey among the list of his movies. First of all, I was utterly surprised when I found out he was involved in an all-female movie, but I was even more surprised when I found out that he was playing Roman Sionis, a.k.a Black Mask, who is the main villain in the movie. Truth be told, I have a history of loving villainous characters and he was no different. I honestly found him convincing as a villain, egotistical at best and was kind of saddened when he *spoiler alert* died at the end. I was hoping he would come back in a somewhat miraculous way, but I could accept if that’s how his story ends.

After watching Birds of Prey and witnessing him play a villain, I delved into the world of fashion design through the lens of Halston which is a Netflix series about Roy Halston, a famous fashion designer back in the 70s. Ewan played Halston flawlessly, and while some scenes made me cover my eyes because of explicit content, I still enjoyed the show overall not only because of Ewan but because I got to understand what Halston was really like behind the curtain, if you’d like.

Now, I am not the biggest horror movie fan but I faced my fear when I met Doctor Sleep himself, Danny Torrance. Considering that this is the sequel to “The Shining” which is deemed the scariest horror film ever made, I braced myself for it to be horrifying and I would be jumping out of my skin while watching it, and I did in several scenes. I applaud Ewan for playing the grown-up version of Danny and making me understand his story through this film.

After that horror experience, I decided to watch something that speaks to my heart and that is a movie with music, and Moulin Rouge was the perfect one. Now, this movie is highly recommended for every Ewan McGregor fan, because he showcases both his acting chops and his powerful vocals in this movie. I instantly fell in love with the penniless writer Christian, his sweet smile, kind spirit and utter obsession with the idea of love. Also, those songs he sang with Satine (played by the angelic soul that is Nicole Kidman) are automatic auditions to my playlist. Also, that drama at the end when Satine died and Christian was grieving, it made me tear up indeed.

After drama comes more drama, I went into a real-life story and that is The Impossible where he played Henry who is the husband to Maria (played by Naomi Watts) and father to 3 kids, one of them being my favorite Spiderman Tom Holland. Believe me when I say that the movie pulled at my heartstrings, especially after the tsunami hit and the family got separated as well as the scene where Henry (Ewan) was at this one camp and he was speaking on the phone while crying. I really felt the “dad” emotions there, knowing that he is a dad in real-life. This movie, even though you are a fan of Ewan and Tom, is not for the faint of heart.

The latest addition to my list is the knight-in-shining armor that is Elmont from Jack the Giant Slayer. He is a feisty one, let me tell you that. He does not give up easily and boy, does he look hot with that crossbow. Anyways, him as Elmont was a fantastic casting, showcasing the selfless persona of a knight who was willing to protect his kingdom above all else. The mini swordfights in between serve as bonuses.

Please do know that I will be watching more of his work as the days progress, but while writing this, this is all that I have seen.

Finally, I’m done with that lengthy timeline narration and now, onto the chessy-ish part, because it depends on perception if you are willing to think of my love for him as obsession or just dedication.

For the most part, I can’t really describe how happy he makes me. It’s as simple as me hearing him talk in interviews with that lovely Scottish accent of his, hearing him sing covers of songs and seeing his pictures on Pinterest (I have about a hundred of him on a board on the app, along with a few Star Wars characters) and the internet in general or it’s as bizarre as me smiling when I see a photo of him with a silver hoop piercing on his left ear or as scenic (I don’t even know if that’s the right word) as when I see a clip/GIF of him running his hand through his hair. I don’t really know and therefore can’t describe what is this feeling I feel when I see him.

Recently, I’ve been binge-watching his interviews on Graham Norton, Jimmy Fallon, Jimmy Kimmel and other outlets and I can’t help but smile amidst him repeating stories and saying the same spiels and all, there’s just something about his presence that makes me feel happy. I’ve also been listening to his covers of songs and him playing the guitar and I melt. I mean, even with his mundane fashion sense, his charisma just stands out for me. Also, his point of views on career and why he chooses the projects that he does is inspirational. I just love, adore and admire him, amidst all the controversy (which I’m not gonna go deep into because that’s all in the past) that happened.

At the end of the day, all I can takeaway from all of these, is that Ewan really makes me happy. With his expressive blue eyes, charming smile, melodic voice, and sweet personality, he can easily lift up my spirits as high as the galaxies can reach. If only I could tell him all of these, but I would just faint and stutter if I were to see him face-to-face. But seriously, given the chance to speak with him, I would tell him how much he means to me and how much brighter the world is because of him.

I’ll just end this lengthy narration with a line from “Your Song”, which is originally sang by Elton John and Ewan sang it beautifully in Moulin Rouge and is now one of my favorite songs.

“How wonderful life is, now you’re in the world”

#ewan mcgregor #obi wan kenobi #star wars

[captainkirbypunch]

My love has left tumblr once again.

As many of you may know, the account under the name MDZADR, has left tumblr. They felt unsafe in their fandom, and as such have deleted their tumblr and AO3 account due to the bad memories linked to them.

As a part of their departure, they have asked me to post something in their name, as follows.

If you want more details about how I came to this realization, continue to read. If not, here is your summary:

TL;DR: For the safety and health of this fandom, I wanted to spread the word that Mooping-10 is filled with people who absolutely cannot be trusted, creating a very hazardous environment for the zadr community, and MelodyoftheVoid is connected to all of those people, living a double life amongst those of us that don’t “ship zadr correctly.” She has plenty of friends her inner circle knows nothing about, and nobody on either side knows who she really is. 

Full story below.

I’m sorry I didn’t say goodbye. Nobody did anything to me today, but this just wasn’t worth it.

My AO3 and tumblr are both gone. I didn’t say goodbye because I didn’t want to look like an attention seeker.

Here’s the thing. I wasn’t going to name drop, but you guys need to know the truth. I’m instructing my boyfriend (hi y’all) to turn asks off for his own safety after this because this is going to be a nightmare, but... allow me to tell you the full story. I’ll try to break up the text so it’s less difficult to read, but this is important. I’m sorry to air discourse so publicly, but please... I need you to listen to me.

I’ll start from the beginning, without being vague anymore about who “she” is. I request that you please read the whole thing and not skip parts of it. The whole story matters.

I finally returned to the fandom about two months or so ago. As I’ve mentioned, I don’t do well in my thoughts while left alone too long, so I posted saying I would stop messaging people I knew because I didn’t want to bother them. There were only two people I was talking to at the time, but one of them is famous so I didn’t want to message her directly saying that. Doing so would have put her in a position of feeling obligated to say “you’re not bothering me” rather than just simply being able to sigh with relief from no longer being contacted. 

But the first person to contact me was the famous person, and she asked if I was okay, and told me she liked talking to me.

God, I actually cried.

But, that’s just her. Melodyofthevoid is the type of person to talk to people in the fandom, totally unaware of her demigod status. She comments on stories, interacts on posts, messages first... a pillar of kindness, so it seemed.

But let the story continue.

Over time, we were talking more often. 

Mostly sending memes (cause everyone I knew, myself included, aren’t exactly great at holding conversations. No shade. Memes are a love language). I was still in the hero worship stage of our relationship, so my view of her was that that was perfect.

Now, let me bridge a connection with a new story idea I got around December 28th or so, and my thinking she was perfect.

I had recently finished watching Madoka and questioned “If I had magical powers, what would they be?” It then turned into its own story idea, basing creators’ powers around the strengths and weaknesses in creations. I actually realized “oh fuck. My stuff is incoherent. My friends’ works aren’t too different...”

Thus spawned the name “Incoherent” for the project.

What does that have to do with this? Well, here’s the thing that really fucked everything up quickly. 

This was not on purpose, because originally the project (which I had told nobody of yet at the time) was all about improving your works, making platonic friends, dressing our personas in cute outfits, and writing fun magic.

While listening to music and thinking of the story one day, my brain accidentally shipped my persona with hers, and I couldn’t unsee it. And I’m lousy at keeping my own secrets (other’s are different) so she found out on probably day one or two about my weird crush because of an ask meme of all things. 

She didn’t try to put me off any, which was another problem for future things to come, and so I decided that since Incoherent was finally making me feel alive again and feeling the euphoric feelings of love wouldn’t hurt anything (I figured they’d mellow out on their own eventually because that’s how infatuation works) since they helped fuel my inspiration, and then we would just continue from friends to better friends one day and this part of our lives would be over.

Besides, the forbidden is attractive somehow, and makes stories more entertaining. She’s aro/ace, so I had no chance anyway. Someone safe to crush on, in her own way.

This isn’t a story of a love betrayal however. There was no such thing. But it’s important to the story because Incoherent is where my mistakes were made, and hers brought to light.

By this time, I had a handful of people I was talking to, and I created a discord server for the project. Only my boyfriend (hi!) and I were in it at the time. I was not-so-subtly asking my friends what they’d look like if they were a magical person, what their names would be... I thought I would have had to lure Melody in to make her want to join us, but I managed to get her in very easily. Everyone was happy and excited! It was a no obligation, no time limit thing for us to enjoy, a little sandbox to play around in. 

Sure there were plans to make it bigger and I was working on art to the best of my ability, but it was gonna be a fun thing mostly. No pressure on anyone.

And how things started becoming a problem was that the rest of us posted publicly about the project and interacted with each other’s posts relating to the story, but she had started to interact publicly less and less with our things, and everyone noticed it.

It wasn’t because we were greedy and wanted the popular girl to reblog our things. It’s because we had a feeling she was ashamed of being seen publicly with us. The reason we were worried before then and started making that connection was because I mentioned I was going to ask another user if they were interested in joining Incoherent. Melody was the only one that seemed uncomfortable, and I messaged her asking about it. We agreed I wouldn’t invite that person but I knew things were off about it.

That person is like me. How long until Melody didn’t want to talk to me anymore? A few days ago, the other shoe finally dropped. A member of our little group and I were talking and (let’s call them Friend for simplicity. They asked to not be name dropped here) Friend was worried they had made Melody upset by tagging her in a meme picture they drew of her persona, and the two had agreed that Friend remove the tag. This spawned an anxiety-filled conversation where Friend and I expressed our concerns about Melody not interacting with the project, or us.

So since I wanted reassurance that that wasn’t the case, I messaged Melody with my concerns. I told her I had the feeling she was ashamed of being seen in public with us because of her friends, and she didn’t refute me. She simply told me to go get some rest. I messaged back with “I’m right.”

I deleted Discord off my phone for hours and nearly deleted my Tumblr, AO3, and the server after my boyfriend helped pass messages between us. Melody confessed that was the case because her friends expressed discomfort with my works, and she was playing both sides.

Her words, not mine.

Melody told me she would be withdrawing from the Incoherent project because it wasn’t fair to us if her heart wasn’t in it.

She didn’t stand up on my behalf when they said things about me. Her friends are the type who talk behind creators’ backs for shipping zadr “incorrectly.” Worse than antis because they actually participate in the “pro-shipping” side of the fandom. I broke that day and messaged her at 3 am.

We finally spoke at 3pm. We both missed each other. I tried to understand more. I wanted it to be more like a conversation rather than an interrogation. It was only one-sided however, and she never opened up further. And I made some mistakes and poor choices of words, and we ended up parting ways permanently right there. 

I nearly deleted everything, but much like a coma patient attached to many machines on a hospital bed, my blog was kept alive a little longer by people sending kind words in droves. I was briefly fuelled by spite, wishing to watch the world burn by making everyone on the "correct" side of the fandom upset by posting the worst, most vile content this fandom has ever seen.

I was also welcomed with open arms by a very kind server with fellow degenerates, all of them screaming and crying and partying when they managed to get me in their server. It was so heartwarming...

But as I spoke to others about my situation, I realized something. A disturbing pattern.

People telling me horror stories about how Mooping-10 was cult-like. How the people running it were antis. I was even told once that they have a secondary server where they go to have their talks and do their work, likely the place where the real bashing is held.

The server itself has rules against such behavior, but I suppose it's different when they do it.

One person (and this is the most unnerving part for me, personally) told me Melody actually set off alarm bells in their head without having even done anything yet, and the most disturbing part of the story was that one of the moderators was afraid and upset because they got Covid, and received basically no moral support at all. Only getting told "spoiler that. Sorry you got Covid".

I was horrified. That server has 100 people in it. How many of them are the same? They act like popular kids in school who picked up an unpopular main character and then bash others, and the main character joined in because they don't want to be left behind by their new "friends".

To put it short, back to my point:

TL;DR: I simply only wanted to spread the word that: Mooping-10 is filled with people who absolutely cannot be trusted, creating a very hazardous environment for the zadr community, and Melodyofthevoid is connected to all of those people, living a double life amongst those of us that don't "ship zadr correctly". She has plenty of friends her inner circle knows nothing about, and nobody on either side knows who she really is.

#Invader Zim #zadr #tagr #rapr #zagr #mdzadr #MelodyoftheVoid

[honey-milk-depresso]

Azul and Lumi (3am calls)

@beth-bethar00​ Beth asked something about why Azul was calling Lumi at 3am-

And it gave me an inspiration of an interaction, one between Azul and Lumi.

(400+ followers event series)

Genre: Headcanon + Snipet / oneshot

Lumi de Angelos

After finding out Aepper had a hacking partner, Azul asked for her phone number.

Aepper was a little skeptical, Azul simply said he wants to work with her and promised to pay her as well.

Aepper had to ask Lumi for permission, which Lumi granted, so long Azul didn’t share the contact.

At first, Lumi thought it was straightforward. Just hack and stuff, add in a little scam horror side effects for Azul and she gets paid.

That wasn’t the case.

“The f*ck, Azul-”

“Lumi, language.”

Lumi left eye twitched. “You want me to watch my language when you called me up at 3am??? ARE YOU SERIOUS-”

“Listen, Lumi. YOU LITERALLY SPAMMED MY CLIENT WITH A BUNCH OF SHREK MEMES-”

“YOU SAID MAKE THEM FEAR-”

“THAT’S BESIDES THE POINT! I want you to make it more of a realistic scam, so they ACTUALLY will be PANICKING TO ME.”

“Well damn, Azul. Haven’t your mom told you be thankful for what you’re given?” Lumi spat.

“Well, be thankful I’m paying you.”

“The price is much handsome than you, yes. But at what cost?”

“Oh my sevens...”

This. This is just one of the common things that would happen when Azul and Lumi were having their daily 3 am talks.

The only people who knows of Lumi hacking clients were between herself and Azul and Aeppermint, because Aepper had to know what was going on. An protective ‘brother’ he is.

“Lumi. I get it. Both of us are tired.”

“Then go to bed like how I was 10 minutes ago. You and I have to attend the educational children’s confinement camp known as school. Ringing up at 3am to hack 10 more clients is a crime against the humanity of hackers out there.”

Azul sighed in exasperation. He’s got to go through the same shit every 3 am, isn’t it?

Azul and Lumi constantly bicker about such, complaining both have lots to do, and that if they could just do what they were suppose to do and leave them alone respectively, all will be fine.

None is the case.

At all.

Sometimes, during these calls,

an occasional empathy is shown by both parties.

“*sniffs* stupid, goddamn, bitch..”

“Is it me?” Azul ask monotonous. It’s been quite long since he’s been calling Lumi to hack, and she sounded like she was crying on the other line.

“Not you, dumbass, you just called..” Lumi muttered, another sniff could be heard.

“This dumbass in school... he broke my f*cking droid. And it was precious shit, man...” Lumi cursed, but knew there was nothing she could do about it. She spent months working on the droid, only to be broken the next day when she flew it to school.

Azul sighed. “I’m sorry hear that.”

“I don’t want your damn pity...just get to work, which client you want me to scare..” she moped.

“Lumi, listen. I’m not pitying you for the sake of getting you back to work. You maybe shitty, but you’re....someone I somewhat care for. Your still my client and partner, I won’t deny that.”

Lumi stayed silent for a while, typing could be heard on her side.

“..whatever...”

“Okay, anyways-”

The sound of slurping could be heard.

“W-what is that??”

“Me. I’m eating breakfast known as curry instant noodles.”

Just by hearing it, Azul wanted to puke. “That’s disgusting?! And unhealthy??”

“You eat unhealthy shit, too-”

“Yeah, but, it’s not actual garbage!”

“HEY! RESPECT CUP NOODLES-”

“With instant curry?? GROSS???”

Azul groaned. “Look, Lumi. I suggest you eat healthier. I eat healthier stuff, too you know. Eating junk food MODERATELY-”

“I’m not you, honor student! I don’t have much on me. I need to pay for rent.”

“You live by yourself?”

“Yeah.”

Azul winced. He never expected Lumi to live with nobody. Throughout his life, Azul was pretty obscure, but he was never truly alone. He got the company of his mother, and his two best friends, Jade and Floyd.

Azul heard from Aepper he’s only ever met Lumi via online, and that his previous master used to take care of her rent and essential items. Now that they’re gone, Lumi has to take care of herself, without the help of Aepper. Selling things online, hacking for companies and organizations much bigger and corperate than Monstro Lounge, and on top of all that, tackle her own studies.

Lumi may be a genius, schoolwork is basically baby work to her, but she’s clearly abandoned her own health and wellbeing.

“...You said you like grilled squid?”

“Yeah...why..?”

“Send me an address or something. I’ll send it over to you everyday.”

“...I want my payment with GIRO-”

“Yes, it still will be in GIRO, this is extra.”

“You know even if you gave me proper food and a fruit basket, nothing good’s gonna come out of this, right?”

Azul sighed. “Lumi, I just want you to take care of yourself,” he said, tone softening.

“...”

“I don’t care what your answer is. You give me your address. I know Aepper knows, cuz you trust him so much, so if you don’t give it to me, at least Aepper would. I’m sure he wants you to take care of yourself, too.”

Lumi sniffed.

“..It’s.......................”

Azul smiled softly.

“There you go.”

Now Azul sent her PROPER food everyday. Delivery!

Lumi won’t admit it, but she’s super grateful for Azul’s delivering of food to her apartment.

Lumi’s got some deja vu, though.

Azul’s gestures reminding her of XXXXXXXXX.

So there are times,

where Lumi and Azul can get along.

#twst #twst oc #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland oc #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x oc #lumi de angelos #400+ followers event #lumi.txt #twst headcanon #twst x reader headcanon #twisted wonderland headcanon #twst x oc headcanon

[babyflossy]

exposed | p.js

pairing: jisung x reader

requested: i’m working on loads of request atm but when i saw this i had to write it straight away lmao

summary: when dispatch reveals your secret realtionship with jisung to the public, the fans aren’t the only ones surprised.

warnings/genre: unedited, kinda just self-indulgent fluff, lots of words, not much happens

word count: 1.7k

a hand on your shoulder breaks you from your slumber, words already being spoken at you. in your sleepy haze, they floated straight through your head, mind still groggy from being woken up so suddenly. as soon as you recognise the voice as your manager’s,  your eyes snap open, meeting equally wide ones over the head of your manager. haemee, your leader, shoots you an apologetic look, something unsettling for so early in the morning.

“what happened?” the words are quiet and tired and your manager sighs in pity, handing over their phone. your eyes squint in response to the brightness, stomach dropping when your eyes finally focus on the news article.

BREAKING; DISPATCH REVEALS UQS’ Y/N AND NCT’S JISUNG ARE DATING.

the title is accompanied by three photos; one of you at a fansign, smiling at a fan, one of jisung waving at a camera in the airport, and then a blurring photo of two figures walking hand in hand through a park at night. the park you and jisung had visited two weeks ago. 

“there’s a meeting at the company. can you get ready quickly, please?” despite the ‘scandal’ and the stress your manager was most likely under, she shoots you a comforting smile and ruffles your hair before leaving, phone already ringing. 

as soon as you and haemee are left alone you reach for your phone, feeling the bed dip as she sits beside you. she rests a hand on your shoulder, rubbing her fingers down your back soothingly. your lockscreen in full of text messages. you thumb through them, seeing many from jisung, along with the other nct members you were close with. you ignored them all, only searching for the ones from your boyfriend.

jisungie <3: have you seen it yet?

jisungie <3: call me when you see this

jisungie <3: are you okay?

jisungie <3: i know you didn’t want ppl to find out like this

jisungie <3: let me know you’re okay plzzz x

“it’s gonna be fine, you know?” haemee’s hands abandon your shoulder and take your phone out of your grasp, tipping your chin so she can look at you. there’s still a smile on her face and you’re reminded of why she’s the group’s leader instead of anyone else; always able to keep things calm. “think about all the other idols that have dated. i bet the fans were expecting this, anyway.”

that was probably correct, you knew. ever since you and jisung had starred on a dancing show in america together, your social medias were full of edits of the two of you, compilations of your interactions from the vlogs you had filmed. as jisung wasn’t fluent in english you had translated for him and done the speaking whenever you ordered food, giving the fans loads of things to include in their edits.

the show had been fun and you had kept in close contact with jisung after it ended, eventually deciding to start dating after months of pining over each other. since then, only haemee, taeyong and the company knew, although you expected chenle knew as well due to the teasing you got whenever you met jisung outside of your training hours. 

when haemee left you to get ready you took your phone back, unlocking it and calling jisung as you flicked through your wardrobe, trying to find your hoodie. the call connected after the first ring, jisung’s voice echoing over the line and into your bedroom.

“are you okay?” although there was high chance you were about to be scolded for days, the worry in jisung made your heart beat just a little faster, a reluctant smile taking over your face. 

“i’m fine. what about you?” spotting the lilac hoodie at the end of your closet, you pulled your sleep shirt, jisung’s shirt, over your head, replacing it with the warm softness of the purple material. you followed it with a pair of jeans, slipping a face mask on after realising there would probably be reporters outside the SM building already.

“yeah, i’m fine now. i freaked out at first, though,” he chuckled, shouts coming through from his end. “jaemin came in screaming about how he was so betrayed i didn’t tell him, i had no idea what he was talking about.”

“what’d you think is gonna happen?”

there was a pause before he spoke and you had time to grab your bag, throwing in your headphones and a spare mask along with a pair of sunglasses incase. “i’m not sure, taeyong said he’s hopeful, though. so it might not be that bad. it’s not like the company’s finding out about it, though, so it might just be press and stuff.”

“yeah, i hope so. i’ll see you in fifteen minutes i guess,” before you left the safety of your bedroom, you reached for the bucket hat hanging from the corner of your chair, pulling it over your face to hide your eyes. you looked ridiculous, like you were planning to rob a bank, but you guessed it was better than the alternative; hundreds of photos released of your sleep-deprived, drooping eyes.

no one else in the dorm is awake and you’re able to slip out the front door before haemee catched you again, taking a deep breath before heading outside to the car waiting. as it’s just you and your manager, you’re able to sit in the front seat, something you would normally be ecstatic about but due to circumstance it feels lonely and cold. not a word is spoken until the car reaches the entrance to the SM building, throngs of people with cameras waiting outside the front door.

“we’ll go in the back entrance.” you manager says with a frown, eyeing the reporters with concern. “god, it’s impossible to get any privacy nowadays.”

after security escorts you through the back door, pushing reporters out the way when they got too close, you can finally breath properly. for the most part you ignored their questions, signing the first song that comes to mind in your head to distract yourself. ironically, it’s chewing gum, and you realise with resentment it’s going to be stuck in your head throughout the meeting.

upstairs, taeyong and jisung sit on the opposite side of a glass table, two seats left open for you and your manager. their manager stands and motions for him and your manager to talk privately outside, leaving you with the two boys. you take off your hat as you sit down, pulling you mask down so you can talk properly. jisung’s tired eyes crinkle with a smile when you do, a smile you return eagerly.

for a moment you see taeyong think over what to say in his head, trying to find the right words for the situation. eventually, he settles on what your own leader had already told you. “i’m sure this will be fine,” and as if he realises how cliche his words are, he adds “in the end.”

“in the end? what’s that supposed to mean?” jisung tears his eyes away from you to look at the older boy.

“well, i mean, it’s gonna be a big deal at the start,” he states matter of factly, eyes switching between the two of you. the voice he uses is just as level and calm as the one haemee uses whenever she’s trying to sort something out, it must be a universal thing. “the press and the fans will go crazy for a bit, let alone everyone you didn’t tell.”

the reminder makes you dread going back home, knowing the rest of your members will blow this way out of proportion. you were the youngest, and they always managed to be overdramatic whenever it came to you ‘growing up’ as they had put it so many times. none of them knew you were dating jisung, and you could already picture the gloomy pouts you would get for the next few weeks.

after your managers returned, a few more staff entered, filling the last few seats and closing the door, successfully locking you in. they talked for what felt like hours, only occasionally asking you or jisung a question. they decided the easiest thing would be to just come out and admit it, allowing you and jisung a moment to disagree. you locked eyes for a moment, having a silent conversation between yourselves. you raised you eyebrows in question, taking the minuscule nod he sent your way to be the go-ahead.

“i don’t see why not,” you answered for the both of you, smiling at your manager who nodded in agreement back at you.

you don’t get a chance to say goodbye to jisung properly before you leave the building, the staff ushering you in opposite directions to get your schedules for the day started. in the car on the way back to the dorms you send him a text promising to facetime when you both have time, mentally preparing yourself for the confrontation from your members.

“you’re dating jisung?” is the first thing you hear when the front door opens, closely followed by “why didn’t you tell us?” which is swiftly followed by “i can’t believe you’re the first one to date anyone, it’s not fair.”

“that’s mean.” you smile back at the oldest, laughing at the disbelieving smiles covering their faces. “why are you guys so surprised? you didn’t think i could do it?”

“whatever, but, why didn’t you tell us?”

“in my defense, the company told us not to tell anyone.”

for the next few days, your group’s twitter was hectic. you trended on twitter for nearly a solid day, photos and edits and memes of you and jisung together filling your timeline. there were the negative comments, obviously, from jealous fans of both fandoms, some even claiming you should both be removed from your respective groups. they were easy to ignore when the positive comments and the text messages from your boyfriend outweighed them astronomically.

jisungie <3: as much as i hate to say it.. taeyong was right x

a/n: if you got this far im acc proud of you lmao i rlly dont like this but it's been a kinda mentally exhausting day for me so im gonna post anyway and edit tomorrow x

#park jisung imagines #park jisung x reader #nct imagines #nct x reader #jisung imagines #jisung x reader #nct dream imagines #nct dream x reader #nct idol au #idol!reader #nct #nct dream #park jisung fluff #jisung fluff #nct jisung imagine #jisung #nct fluff #nct dream imagine