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toomanyrobins2 · 2 years

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I’m Not Bald

Summary: An orphan all her life, Y/N is simply too old to remain at The Bowery Home any longer. That is where an anonymous patron has swooped in to send her off to college and all he requires…a monthly letter of her academic progress.

Based off the book and musical “Daddy Long Legs”

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Reader

Notes: Soooooo my laptop has died on me and I won’t have a new one for like a week. Thankfully I had this part queued up and ready to go and I hope it will be enough until I can get my new computer and get it all organized!

last part // series masterlist // next part

THE IDES OF MARCH

Dear B.M.,

I’m sorry for not writing for almost a month, but I have been studying Latin prose composition. I have been studying it. I shall be studying it. I shall be about to have been studying it. It has become all I can think, breathe, and dream about. My re-examination comes in the 7th hour next Tuesday, and I am going to pass or BUST. So you may expect to hear from me next, whole and happy and free from conditions, or in fragments. I will write a respectable letter when it's over. Tonight I have a pressing engagement with the Ablative Absolute.

Yours--in evident haste

Y/N Abbott

26th MARCH

Mr. Smith,

SIR:

You never answer any questions; you never show the slightest interest in anything I do. You are probably the horridest one of all those horrid Trustees, and the reason you are educating me is, not because you care a bit about me, but from a sense of Duty. I don't know a single thing about you. I don't even know your name. It is very uninspiring writing to a Thing. I haven't a doubt but that you throw my letters into the waste basket without reading them. I have never felt more alone in my life. More alone than all of those years at the Home!

Hereafter I shall write only about work. My re-examinations in Latin and geometry came last week. I passed them both and am now free from conditions.

Miss Abbott

The post mark and threat were what struck Bruce the most. With the upper-crust of Gotham, he was well versed in angry women. Y/N had usually signed off with ‘Yours,’ or the increasingly more common, ‘Love.’ The unexpected hurt he felt when confronted with the lack of one swiftly changed to another emotion. He felt an overwhelming urge to make things right with her. He’d come to rely on the letters in the few months she’d been writing them and Bruce was unsure if he could cope if he was left to just read academic progress reports.

Clark sat across from Bruce and watched as emotions raged through his friend’s eyes. Bruce rose from his seat and crossed to where he kept scotch for guests and gave himself a healthy pour, shooting it back. Clark grabbed the letter from the desk while the latter seemed to be going through an existential crisis.

Lois came back into the study and found a pouting Bruce and a laughing Clark. Draping her arms over her husband’s shoulders, she leaned down to whisper, “What’s wrong with him?

Clark was growing increasingly amused by the power this young woman seemed to wield over his friend. “His newest sponsee is mad at him and now he’s throwing a tantrum.” Bruce growled at the teasing remark but didn’t disagree with his friend.

Lois slipped the letter from Clark’s hands, her eyes quickly devouring the venomous words. “Oh, Bruce! Throw the girl a crumb. It’s clear that she is hurting.”

“I made it very clear I owe her nothing in the way of communication. Besides, you have never been interested in those I sponsored before. Why now are you and Clark determined to involve yourselves?”

Lois snorted, “That’s because they’ve never been interesting before. They’ve always done exactly at they’re told. Boring letters. Once a month. Addressed to Sir Smith!”

“I don’t appreciate the mocking, Lois—Clark, stop laughing!—Y/N Abbott is no different from any of my others.”

Clark managed to stop laughing, “Yes, but if you actually didn’t care, a letter like this wouldn’t drive you to drink. She is not asking for much. Why not send her flowers?”

Bruce looked conflicted as he realized his friends had well and truly trapped him, “Fine. I suppose that can be done.”

The next day, Bruce had a small card that went with the flowers and he was staring at it, wondering if he should write anything on it. Before he could change his mind, he simply wrote, “I’m not bald. -BM” and passed the flowers off to Alfred to deliver.

#toomanyrobins #batman au #Batman #Batman imagine #Batman x reader #Bruce Wayne #Bruce Wayne imagine #Bruce Wayne x reader #battison #battison imagine #battison x reader #robert pattinson imagine #Robert Pattinson #Robert Pattinson x reader #✉️

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oldfashionedmorphine · 3 months

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⭐Mike's dynamic with Will and how it progresses and or the head space he's in in iawwoyh. You write everyone so well and I really love how you write Mike in particular. If you'd rather delve into the playlist for this fic instead that would be interesting to hear about too! No pressure to answer.🤎

thank you! <3 always shocked when i get compliments about how i write mike (and others) because i’m constantly wondering if i’m getting them right lol

i think one of the fun things about “i’m a wreck (without you here)” (despite it being soooooo depressing at times) is that it’s a slice of life with some flashbacks, so we get to see mike’s life throughout the years, from as young as 5 all the way up to 33…it’s definitely a challenge to depict how he changes after everything he’s been through too…how would he move forward as a person if he didn’t seek therapy after canon events? and what would it look like if it remained unaddressed?

basically mike goes from being someone who cared about excelling in school with ambitious goals for his future to someone who stopped seeing the point (i kinda piggybacked off of canon behavior—his acting out in school in season 2 and his C in spanish in season 4…and then made it worse in the fic because he has a major lack of focus plus extreme low self worth/undiagnosed depression) and what this leads to is him slowly starting to isolate himself, especially after high school ends. it didn’t help that he was struggling with his feelings for will, which the problems between them mainly started when will began to distance himself from mike first (because will was trying to protect his own heart, thinking mike was straight) and meanwhile mike didn’t know what to do about that—he felt rejected without ever making his feelings known, and so he constantly puts himself down, believing he isn’t attractive enough, and then he ends up jealous of every boyfriend will ever has—again he never makes his feelings known to will (like come on, mike…how would will know you’re interested if you don’t say anything and stay stuck in the closet??)

but things with his father reach a boiling point and he snaps and flees hawkins and because of that, it becomes the “final straw” for will (they hadn’t been as close by that point, but it was enough for will to feel like he had to cut him off) and of course…mike didn’t take that well and ends up stuck on their falling out for years—he tries to move on, but he’s never successful and in between all of that he starts developing an addiction to alcohol because it helps numb the pain of his unrequited love and his disappointment with life because it didn’t turn out the way he once thought it would’ve…

which it’s a horrible coping mechanism and his alcohol abuse has gradually gotten worse over the past decade and nancy’s sudden death has quite frankly pushed him over the edge to where he’s finally reached bottom…because as much as mike would’ve liked reuniting with will and having his love returned to be the main answer to all his problems, it isn’t—mike definitely has to be the one to save himself, but it does help having will back in his life.

oh and that playlist…what can i say? haha! it’s super long (currently 11 hours…but in my defense i’ve been adding to it for over a year) and i’m extra picky about the songs—all songs are 2004 or older…the lyrics either fit the chapter in some way or it’s a song that mike listens to or hears in the background at some point during the chapter.

ps: i have like maybe 4-5 more chapters to write plus an epilogue for this story—it’s almost finished! i’m currently dealing with some writer’s block again, but i’m sure it’ll pass soon 🥲

#thanks for the ask :)#my inbox is always open #iawwyh

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lordcatwich · 6 months

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Hi! It’s Minie (@serendipminiewrites) asking from my main blog to say you seem super cool??? Your blog aesthetic is so rad and I’ve seen you interacting with a few of my mutuals. Tell me about your wip(s) please!!! I’m so interested~

OMG HI!!

YESSSSSS I WILL GLADLY TELL YOU ABOUT MY WIPS!!!

Soooooo I have like 300 going but I'll tell you about my two mains and the two side WIPs that I focus on the most!!

I'LL START WITH THE LESSER TWO

Arthurquest- Arthur is a man who let himself get enveloped by the thought that he will never be recognized as the amazing artist he is. So what does he do to cope? Well.... Not all publicity has to be good, and madness-causing eldritch horrors just waiting to be drawn are everywhere...

It's set in a medieval-fantasy world! This is my second-newest WIP, but by far my least developed. I'm really excited for when I get the motivation to develop it more :D

SECOND!!

CARLYLORE!!! This one is about a humanoid cat thing uncovering her past while simultaneously running a ring of serial burglars. This one has been in development for around a year! The lore started cooking when I was 12, if you can believe it.

Idrk what else to say if I wanna keep it brief :') just know I love it very much and the lore is complex

AND NOW FOR THE MAIN ONES!!

Dark Academia Mermaids / Steampunk Mermaids- Ok so in the future, some rich people are still doing dumb, unethical shit right

There's a zoo in the far future. It orbits mars, and one of its main attractions is a large pod of mermaid-like creatures that are a result of a genetic experiment that started hundreds of years prior to when the story takes place and is still, in fact, ongoing at the point that the story takes place! The pod is set up like a small town, and it has a lot of artists and makers of gadgets and machines. And not a single member has any idea about what's actually happening.

The story revolves around 3 of the members of the pod, an aunt who realized something was up (and spent 23 years uncovering everything) and her two nephews, neither of which know anything except that they wanna learn how to build stuff like their aunt does! (Actually, one of her nephews just wants to sort stuff into boxes all day every day but yk yk)- this is my newest WIP! I've already developed a lot for it and I'm super excited about it haha-

and NOWWWW

AXERIM!!!!

Axerim is my favorite right now! It's about two lovers who go through a super long and EXTREMELY TRAUMATIC event together, then get wrenched apart by the people who caused the trauma. The story after that point (because it actually starts slightly before the event even happens) is about them getting revenge on the people who caused the event and finding each other again. I'M ACTUALLY ACTIVELY WRITING SOMETHING FOR THIS RN! Kirix (one of the MCs) is doin something..... Really wacky, I'll say that much <3

Also it's a medieval fantasy!

Also the MCs are both members of a species heavily demonized by the traumatizers BUT HEAVILY LOVED BY ME (HECK YEAH DRAGON KIDDOESSSSSSSS LOVE EM LOVE EM SO MUCH)

Annnnnnnnnnd that's it!!

Thanks for asking me about this! Now to look through your blog because I've also seen you around and now I'm more curious than ever >:)

Also the compliments in the initial ask had me SQUEALING THANK YOU

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toxicpineapple · 7 months

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The amamota essay is so good! If you’re willing to say more I’m super looking forward to a part two 🌸 No preshpresh though! 💚 🚀 🥑

hmmmm well anon if you have any more specific questions i would love love to answer them :) as things are rn i can offer you some headcanons!

(link to the original amamota essay for those who haven't read it!)

rantaro is a big spoon, it just comforts him to sleep while holding somebody. kaito is also more big spoon leaning but with amami in particular being held by him makes him feel safe... the favourite way for them to sleep is facing each other, amamis arms around kaito's neck/shoulders, kaito curled up against his chest, their legs tangled...

post-game vr au is my favourite amamota setting... rantaro who is so exhausted after multiple kgs and kaito coping with the fact he doesn't rlly feel like a hero anymore. they lack any expectations for one another, esp on amami's end since he died before kaito could really get into the hero business, so they can just... relax. they can just rest. they dont need to Be anything with each other.

i think postgame kaito struggles w a phantom cough, especially after nightmares, sometimes he wakes up and it's like he's still in the game and still dying... but just seeing amami's face comforts him. reminds him that he can't be there anymore because AMAMI wasn't there.

these two are both asexual as i stated in my essay and specifically i also think they're both arospec/grayro. rantaro feels a lot of anxiety around romance/people crushing on him and kaito has just Never experienced romantic/aesthetic/sexual attraction the way people describe. with each other they just feel this closeness, like soul-deep, and this comfort around each other, like... there's none of that weird heaviness, no pressure for anything more than what they want their relationship to be. they are just each others ppl. smiles

they're so infodumper x listens! kaito loves to talk about space and rantaro loooooves listening to kaito talk about things. and he remembers them. asks kaito "oh that's what you were talking about last time?" and just knowing that rantaro was hearing him makes kaito so happy hehe.

they definitely go on a lot of trips together, not just to find rantaro's sisters but to have fun. rantaro likes taking kaito places, to visit NASA headquarters, out camping to see the stars, to visit the aurora lights... they see the world! lots of sailing, hiking, big outdoor hobbies couple.

on the same note as the last bullet these two LOVE going to the beach together. kaito loves tidepooling bc marine bio is one of his hyperfixations so he likes to tell rantaro about all the animals. they both love swimming and surfing and sunbathing, kaito always gets rantaro wrapped up in a splash war... and rantaro likes to buy kaito treats from ice cream trucks. hehe

kaito loves old jazz, they spend a lot of mornings just lazily slowdancing in the kitchen while their breakfast cooks. they're so in sync with each other their eyes r just... closed while they both sway back and forth. arms wrapped around each other soooo tight.

think they have a lot of plants :) and they're all named. kaito walks in on rantaro talking to them sometimes. lowkey i think rantaro just likes the sound of his own voice HAHA

they play games together, kaito has this natural competitive drive that i think he riles amami up with. sometimes kaito gets into something and all he has to do is go "bet you can't beat me" and rantaro will be On It. he's a dangerous man to challenge!

they r both huge romantics i believe. rantaro always comes home from trips with a thousand little gifts for kaito like "it just reminded me of you" and meanwhile kaito is always bringing him bouquets of flowers, serenading him, comparing his freckles and scars to constellations...

they're soooooo huge on physical affection. lazy and chaste. they take baths together, massage each other, kiss each other all over... kaito likes to joke that rantaro's freckles are a map for him to kiss. and rantaro will tickle kaito just to hear him laugh. they also play with each others hair a tonnnnn always ruffling, stroking, braiding, scratching each others scalps... kaito also likes to nuzzle into rantaro's shoulder and rub their noses together.

they bake together <3 <3 rantaro's a little embarrassed the first time but they just have so much fun. kaito flicking flour at him and singing while he whisks. they sit on the floor and trade stories while their cookies are baking.

huge storytelling couple these two are btw. rantaro has that really engaging storytelling style where you just genuinely get so wrapped up in what he's saying and kaito thinks he's SO FUCKING AWESOME. meanwhile rantaro hugely enjoys kaito's stories, he thinks they're so fun and exciting. rantaro's official stance on them is "so what if they're not real? i believe them anyway" and kaito always grins about it later hehe.

these two never fight. they just get along so well. the closest they get is chafing over each others' low self esteem, and even then they resolve conflicts rlly fast. its just that they balance each other out well. rantaro always nipping kaito's silent insecurities in the bud while kaito refuses to let rantaro isolate himself.

i want these two to have kids together... i think kaito would be such a good parent with his mix of blunt honesty and tactful compassion... and ofc rantaro... augh. i just want him to be able to build his own family is that so wronggggg.

sillier au note but vampire rantaro x werewolf kaito is so fun. rantaro gets endless sippies from the immortal wolf and kaito's like a big puppy. he can play as rough as he wants with rantaro since he is also immune to damage from anything other than like... crosses LMAO.

they COULD both be nonbinary. if i wanted. and they like 2 wear pretty clothing together. but they also both like suits! kaito can't tie a tie so rantaro's always doing it up for him. and he gives him a little kiss at the end for staying still.

they're both pretty needy abt touch. kaito will flop over into rantaro's lap and demand attention. rantaro sometimes leans his head over for rantaro to pet him. they are HUGE pda bastards.

i always imagine them as that one functional overaffectionate couple. i actually love them as the bg ship in fics because they'll just be there functioning as a unit, double trouble great at communication advice and comfort. they WILL hardcore support u and they will be so good at it. hehe.

thank you for your interest anon. i love amamota 💚💜

#amamota #momota kaito #amami rantaro #kaito momota #rantaro amami

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noitsnote113 · 10 months

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“They ruined Jonathan in s4!!” Ruined him w what? Him doing drugs? Well let me explain how this is not unusual at all and how it is actually normal (but still not okay) for guys (in the 80s and now) to use this exact coping mechanism.

His childhood/teenage years HAVENT been peachy and colorfull, and I think most people that try to make this argument forget that. Jonathan ISNT a happy kid, I DONT think we’ve seen him happy that much. We get this introduced in s1-s2, we see that he isn’t content. But no, people tend to forget this as soon as he starts dating Nancy in s3 (I love Jancy but Johnn has problems outside of Nancy. People need to realize that his problems aren’t disappearing JUST because he’s dating Nancy.) <- and this is where we get introduced WHERE Johnathan’s problems got molded to in s4.

And with all he has gone through the past years ->(his brother being missing + him watching Will be possessed and seeing him hurt in s2+ him having the responsibility at 16 to WORK so that his family can prosper + him being bullied by Steve in s1 and etc.)

This backs up that him getting into drugs isn’t something out of nowhere. So no, him turning to drugs isn’t bad character writting, if anything, it’s good writing and actual representation of what guys under a lot of stress and a lot of PTSD tendencies tend to cling for ANYTHING that makes them forget. This isn’t an excuse for him doing drugs but it’s an explanation. We don’t see it be excused in the show either, how MANY people are trying to say it was.

“Omg but Murray was okay with it and didn’t tell Joyce!” Murray doesn’t give enough fucks to tell Joyce. It’s not his responsibility to tell nor get her to find out. + THEY ARE NOT MURRAY’S RESPONSIBILITY, they are JOYCE’S.

And lastly, just because Jonathan was more grown up than the smaller kids, doesn’t mean he wasnt still involved!! He still got affected!! Trauma has no age limit. You can get triggered by something either at 6 or at 70. (Let’s not forget that 16 isn’t being an adult either, he was still young. But nooooo since ppl think that 16 is soooooo grownnnn. )

People are doing my man Johnathan dirty and I’m TIRED of it.

#stranger things #johnathan byers #st4 vol2 #st4 vol1 #will byers

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wenevergotusedtoegypt · 2 years

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Been thinking a lot about how to process and conceptualize of my birth experience. I honestly feel traumatized, but it’s hard to explain even just to myself exactly why.

The obvious answer would be “um hello, you had a completely unexpected NICU baby!” but that’s...not actually the issue? In that it was traumatizing, yes, but I feel like my brain had fairly solid coping mechanisms in the moment and that experience is basically processed and done. I get a little start sometimes when I see the scar from where his chest tube was inserted while changing his clothes (it’s nothing major, just a little maybe half-inch indentation near the side of his chest), but when I think about potential future births I’m not really more worried than before this birth that something similar could happen. I don’t see myself being preoccupied with it during a future pregnancy. I don’t really think about it regularly. In the moment my brain kind of disconnected from the baby in a way that felt weird as a protective measure, especially before we were allowed to hold him, but once he got out of the NICU I bonded normally with him. The NICU isn’t the ongoing issue.

So the actual labor/birth then. My completely natural birth with no interventions (which was what I wanted) that resulted in only a 2nd degree tear that’s healed really well (better than last time) attended by a midwife I liked and a doula who actually showed up and I liked and found helpful, and that lasted only about 1/4 the time of my previous birth. Wow, soooooo traumatizing. Yeah, the baby ended up being posterior and that hurt a lot more than my first, anterior, baby. Yeah, that ended up meaning that I didn’t get to push in the position I originally wanted to because it wasn’t conducive to the baby’s positioning. Yeah, I started having sort of an anxiety attack shortly before pushing and didn’t feel like I got the support I needed for it from the people in the room (although I’m not really sure what that would have entailed anyway). Yeah, I felt kind of disconnected from my body when it came time to push and didn’t feel it came to me as naturally as with my first birth for some reason and felt even less in control. But people literally almost die and bleed out in childbirth, their babies almost die or they have a stillbirth cv”s. People have emergency c-sections. People end up getting put under general anesthesia and aren’t even aware they’ve delivered their babies. I know someone who had an emergency c-section after a stalled induction and then her incision opened back up a few days later. I know someone who had an accidental home birth with only her husband present with her first baby.

It just seems ridiculous to feel traumatized by this experience? My previous labor lasted 4 entire days, I had to get a catheter during early labor because I couldn’t pee and had a horrible midwife for that part of things, later I came back and they kept saying there was no room even in triage for me and then it turned out (once they finally checked me out) that i was ready to push and had a baby half an hour later, the doula I hired couldn’t come and the replacement didn’t show up til the last minute and wasn’t a good fit...and while no, I do not think of that as the greatest experience of my life by any means, I have never really conceptualized of it as traumatic. But this time, labor was 26 hours from the 1st contraction, no catheter, got admitted right away when we went to the hospital, only had midwives I liked, doula showed up and I liked her, nothing major really went wrong apart from the NICU, which again, is not the problem....and that’s so traumatizing?

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jeongyunhoed · 2 years

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8 Stories, 8 Movies from the Golden Age (1930s to 1960s).

It’s the golden age and 8 men are the most sought-after actors in Hollywood. Ateez, but make them Old Hollywood, basically. Lights, camera, action!

Member: San

Genre: Screwball romantic comedy, sliiiight angst

Warnings: Snappy couples, slight brawl, pretend lovers’ quarrel, basically just running away

Things to note: Set in the 1930s, journalist!San, strangers to lovers (kind of), road trip!, Almost like the whole “there was only one bed!”

Will have OCs

As with the rest of the stories in the AU, there will be other idols mentioned, most likely NCT but may have some of my other faves (EXO, etc.)

A/N: After putting this on hold for soooooo long and as I’m coping with severe lack of drive (kind of), I thought I’d restart this again.

Masterlist

Runaway society girl Han Miryo goes on a cross-country road trip to get to her aviator fiance from Namhae to Seoul, only to fall in love with the reporter, Choi San, who helped her run away.

It Happened One Night

tag list: @minervaaaaaaaa , @closer-stars

Part 1

Choi San leaned against the glass panes of the telephone booth he was in. He was at a bus terminal in Namhae, having finished a week’s worth of writing his next feature article, perhaps one of his biggest yet. San waited for the operator to connect him to his office all the way in Seoul, noticing the lines of people at the ticket booth in one part of the terminal, crowds of people looking to get a seat at the food court in another part.

San was a reporter, working for the Seoul Daily Globe, a special correspondent that always traveled the country to get a good story, compared to his colleagues that worked on their advice columns, astrology pieces, recommendations on which songs to listen to, which clubs to go to, and which movies to watch. He was always on the road, and it was often quite a rewarding one.

“Hello? Is this the Seoul Daily Globe?” San stood up straight once he heard someone pick up.

“Yes sir,” said the secretary.

“This is Choi San, I want to talk to Song Mingi now,” San leaned back against the door of the booth.

“Who?”

“Song Mingi, the managing editor,” San repeated, shaking his head. He had a bone to pick with Mingi. “Fire me, my ass. I’ll show him, that giraffe-”

“Hello?” Came the deep voice of the editor himself, making San straighten up again.

“Hello?! Mingi?!” San said indignantly. “What’s this about me being fired?!”

“Well, you got my wire, didn’t you?” Mingi replied.

“Yeah but-”

“Well it goes. You’re done here, Choi San,” Mingi said with finality.

“But-but what for?!” San couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“You know what for. Go home and sleep it off. You’re done here, Choi San,” Mingi replied.

San pounded his fist on the telephone. “You listen here, you hunk of metal, I’m the best news correspondent you’ve got for your filthy scandal sheet.”

Mingi scoffed. “Don’t make me laugh. What were you doing last night?”

“None of your- Hey, I sent you my reply!”

“Sure, sure, all about the bathing beauties at the beach in Namhae, huh? It was lovely. Did you even know that Han Miryo disappeared last night from her father’s yacht?!”

“What?” San raised a brow at the question.

“Han Miryo! She disappeared! Did you know that?!” Mingi asked again.

“No.”

“Well that’s why you’re fired!,” and Mingi hung up.

San groaned and sighed in frustration, slamming the receiver as he left the booth. He looked up when he heard the driver of the nearest bus call for passengers. “Bus waiting for Busan, Gyeongju, Daegu, Daejeon, Seoul!”

Han Miryo, San thought, as he rattled his mind in case it sounded familiar. He didn’t know much about her. San bought a newspaper from a young boy selling them, seeing the picture of the woman herself on the front page. She was beautiful, and San learned she’s the daughter of the late banker, whose finances were being controlled by her cousin, Kim Hongjoong.

As San read on, he learned that Miryo was trying to run away to marry the aviator Park Seonghwa against the terms of her father’s will. Oddly specific, he thought as he read the rest of the story, taking his suitcase and boarding the first bus he saw. “Hey, this is the bus to Seoul, right?” He asked.

“There’s a sign out there, can’t you read?” The bus driver, whose nametag he saw, was Jeong Yunho.

“Alright then, where do I sit?”

“Wherever you want to sit, what am I, an usher?” Yunho raised a brow, tilting his head to the back, where San saw several groups of people already settled.

“Alright then, if you can move the pile of newspapers in the way, I’ll make my way in,” San asked.

“Move them yourself,” Yunho retorted. San frowned at his answer and kicked the stack that was on the vacant seat away. “Hey, hey! What’s the big idea? What do you think you’re doing?”

“What?”

“The papers! What’s the idea of kicking them like that and making a mess in here?!” Yunho got up, fixing the stack next to him with an exasperated sigh.

“Oh oh,” San feigned ignorance. “I never really liked the idea of sitting on newspapers. I tried it once and all the headlines came off on my white pants.”

Yunho looked at him incredulously. “You-”

“No, seriously, it actually happened. Nobody bought a newspaper that day, they just followed me around and read the news off my pants,” San explained, and he could hear some of the passengers laugh.

“Fresh guy, huh?” Yunho rolled up his sleeves. “What you need is a good punch to the face.”

“Hey, listen guy,” San stopped him, swallowing as he kept his composure. Yunho was much taller than he was, and he knew he could easily do some damage to him. “You might not like my nose, but I like my nose. I always wear it out in the open where if anyone wants to take a shot, they can do it.”

“Oh yeah?”

San sighed. “Nice, nice answer. Why didn’t I think of that earlier? Our conversation would’ve been over long ago.”

“Oh yeah?”

“If you keep that up, we’re not going to get anywhere.”

“Oh yeah?” Yunho asked him again.

San sighed again. “I give up. You got me. Yeah!” He said, nearly falling over when a woman boarded the bus.

“Excuse me, I want to get by,” She said.

“Yeah, come on in, this is going to last all night from the looks of it,” San rolled his eyes as the driver went back to his seat.

“Don’t mind me, thank you, I’ll just sit down here,” She said, and San noticed she was sitting where he was supposed to sit. And she looked incredibly familiar as well.

“Hey, hey, that’s my seat, I was supposed to sit there when the driver hassled me,” San complained.

“What?” She raised a brow.

“Hey, I put up a stiff upper lip for that seat, so if you don’t mind, I’d like to sit now,” San pointed out.

She stared at him. “Hey, driver, are these seats reserved?” She asked.

“Nope, first come first served,” Yunho replied, casting a glance at him.

“Thank you,” The woman grinned, sitting back.

San turned to Yunho again. “These seats accommodate two people, right?”

“Maybe they do, maybe they don’t.”

“Thanks, in that case, move over,” San seated himself down next to her, a satisfied grin on his face as he sat back, his suitcase already at his feet. “This is a ‘maybe they do’.”

The woman shook her head, looking out the window. “Well…” She muttered to herself.

“Are you comfortable?” He asked.

“Very,” She eyed him.

San looked pleased. “Good. There’s nothing more comfortable when you have miles to go,” He turned to her. “...Have I seen you somewhere before?”

She stiffened up. “I-I don’t think so, no,” She said.

“Really? Because I think I have seen you. You ever have your picture in the newspaper?” He asked.

“Nope.”

“No? Not even on the society pages?” San asked, studying her reaction. “Oh well, I must be mistaken, but I think I really have seen you before.”

“I think you probably saw me at a livestock show in Jinju. I often go there with my aunt. We love the merry-go-round,” She replied.

If Mingi could see him now, San thought as he settled himself in his seat, the bus driver announcing that they were already leaving the station.

The bus had arrived at the terminal in Gyeongju, some of the passengers already getting down while others left to buy food for the rest of the journey. San wanted to call Mingi, perhaps to tell him that the very girl he wanted her to find and write about was sleeping on his shoulder.

She stirred and yawned as she sat up, slowly looking up to see him. “Oh, I’m so sorry for sleeping on you like that- Wait a minute, everyone else is gone, where are we?”

“Gyeongju, rest stop for 30 minutes for most of us. A few more stops until Seoul,” San replied. “Did you sleep well?”

She nodded, carefully rubbing her eyes. “Why didn’t you push me away?”

San shook his head. “I didn’t want to wake you up. You look kind of pretty when you’re sleeping. You want something to eat?”

It was her turn to say no. “No thank you, I never eat on a bus.”

“You mean you’ve never traveled on a bus.”

She stared at him. “What?”

San waved a hand dismissively. “Never mind, but you really should eat something, you need to take care of yourself,” he said.

“I appreciate the concern but you don’t need to worry about me, I can take care of myself just fine,” She got up, reaching for her purse, only to find herself getting pulled back to her seat.

“Sit down, I-uh I want to talk to you about something,” San said. “It’s not what you’re probably suspecting of me, I just want to talk.”

“Oh really? You really want to talk?” She pulled her hand back to try to get down.

“You’ll never get away with it, Han Miryo.”

She stared at him again. “...What did you say?” She said.

San sat back. “I said you’ll never get away with it. Your cousin’s going to stop you halfway to Seoul,” He said.

“You’re probably thinking of someone else, now if you’ll excuse me-”

San shook his head and opened the newspaper he had, showing her, her picture. “Don’t kid yourself, it’s all over the front page. I’ve always been curious as to what kind of girl would want to marry a front page aviator like Park Seonghwa. Take my advice and take the next bus back to Namhae. That guy’s no good.”

Miryo raised a brow at him. “I don’t remember asking for your advice.”

San got up. “That’s right, you didn’t. Well, I guess I’ll get down for a moment to send a message-”

Miryo immediately got up to stop him. “No, wait, you’re not going to tell my cousin, are you?” She said, her tone softening.

“What for?”

“I mean, you could probably get some money out of him. He’s holding the purse strings in the family,” She replied.

San shook his head. “I never thought of that,” and he tried to get down, only for her to pull him back.

“Okay, okay, listen, if you promise not to tell my cousin, I’ll be the one to pay you. I’ll pay you as much as he will, you won’t gain anything by giving me away as long as I’m willing to make it worth your while and I will!” She pleaded. “Just as soon as I can get to Seoul, I’ll pay you.”

San pulled his arm back, his expression changing to that of disgust. “Cut it out. You know, I had you pegged right from the start. You’re the spoiled brat of a rich father- your late father. The only way you can get anything is to buy it. Now you’re in a rut and all you think of is your money. It never fails, doesn’t it?”

“But I-”

“Did you ever hear of the word ‘humility’? No, I guess you wouldn’t. I guess it never occurred to you to just say, ‘Please Mister, I’m in trouble, will you help me?’” San continued. “I guess not, because that would bring you down your high horse for a minute. Let me tell you something, maybe it would take a load off your mind. You don’t need to worry about me. I’m not interested in your money or your problems. You, Park Seonghwa, your cousin – you’re all a lot of hooey to me. I’m changing seats.”

San shook his head, transferring to the next unoccupied seat. Miryo sat back, glancing at him. She took out her wallet. She didn’t have much when she ran away, not even a change of clothes. Miryo knew that Hongjoong would find out if she tried to tap into her money, and would know where she was.

Miryo got up, spotting a boy selling snacks near the bus.

The bus took off again, this time on the way to Daegu, half-filled with new passengers looking to go to the next destination or straight to Seoul. Miryo looked out the window, trying not to make eye contact with anyone who just boarded and possibly looking to sit next to her.

“Hey sister, you sitting alone?”

“Sorry, this seat is taken already, you can’t sit here,” Miryo replied before looking out the window.

“Oh well, my name’s Wooyoung, Jung Wooyoung, we might as well get acquainted here as it’s going to be a long trip and it can get lonely,” He said, sitting himself next to her. “You look like you’ve got class, class with a capital ‘C’ and believe me I’m the guy that knows class when I see it, believe you me, ask any of the guys and they’ll tell you, Wooyoung sure knows how to pick them, yes sir, Wooyoung’s the name. Hey, what’s wrong? You’re not saying much?”

“It seems like you’re doing just fine without me,” Miryo retorted. How a guy could talk that much, she didn’t know, she thought.

Wooyoung chuckled. “That’s pretty good. ‘It seems like you’re doing just fine without me,’ Well I’ll shut my big nasty mouth, it looks like you’ve got me. Hey,” He turned to face her. “There’s nothing I like better than to meet a high-class woman like yourself that can snap back. You’re my style, believe you me!”

Miryo gave him a look. “Believe you me, you bore me to distraction!” making him laugh.

“Hey you.”

They looked up. San was standing by them, and Miryo could feel a wave of relief come over her. “Yeah?” Wooyoung asked.

“There’s a seat over there,” San gestured to the space that Miryo knew was where he sat. “Move.”

“What’s the big idea?”

San looked stern. “I’d like to sit next to my wife, if you don’t mind,” he said.

Miryo stared at him. San’s expression remained. She was relieved, but she tried to stifle her surprise at the extent he went to get him out of her hair. Wooyoung looked like a deer caught in the headlights. “You-your wife?” He sputtered.

“Yeah, so please move out so I can sit down,” San gestured to the other seat again.

“Sure sure, sorry about that, missus, I was just trying to make things comfortable, break the ice,” Wooyoung got up, flustered as he transferred to the other seat.

Miryo watched San seat himself next to her again. “If you promise not to snap at me again, I’d like to thank you,” she said.

“I didn’t do it for you,” San put his suitcase on his lap. “His voice was getting on my nerves.”

“Oh,” She frowned, sitting back.

“Why are you wet- You got rained on earlier?” San looked at her in disbelief, feeling his own jacket get a little moist from touching her sleeve.

“Oh yeah, it was a cool shower too,” She rubbed her sleeves and straightened her skirt. She was beginning to feel sticky as her own stockings were a little wet from getting splashed on during a rest stop.

San sighed and removed his jacket, placing it around her shoulders. “You’ll catch a cold if you stay like that, keep yourself warm. You’re completely helpless.”

Miryo covered herself with the jacket, muttering her thanks as she looked out the window. He wasn’t wrong.

“Let me guess, you got caught in the drizzle when you got down, huh?” San asked.

“Yeah, I mean, I just went down earlier to buy some candy-” Miryo held up the box, and he snatched it away.

“Candy? Are you crazy?” San couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“What?”

“Let me see your purse,” San took the bag that was on her lap, holding her arm when she tried to take it back. He let out an exasperated sigh. “Just as I thought. 1,600 won’s all you have. How do you expect to get to Seoul if you waste your money on candy?”

Miryo snatched her purse back. “That’s none of your business. I spent some on the bus ticket, in my defense.”

“Well, you’re on a budget from now on,” San grabbed her purse again, taking the money before giving it back to her.

“Hey, just a minute-”

“Shh,” San put a finger to her lips. “From now on, you’ll do what I tell you.”

The bus slowed down to a stop, making them look up from their seats. They noticed the other passengers talk amongst themselves. “What are we stopping for?” They heard one of them say.

“The bridge is washed out. There’s an autocamp over there,” Yunho called out, gesturing to the place on their left. “We’ll probably have to stay there for the night until they clear it out.”

“There’s no chance of getting through, huh?” San asked.

“Nope, not tonight,” Yunho replied.

“Alright then, you, come with me,” San got up, Miryo rushing to follow him. There wasn’t any use trying to push back. He had her money.

“What’s the matter?” She asked.

“We’re staying here for tonight,” San replied as they got down, noticing the other passengers do the same.

“Here’s your cabin, Mr. Choi,” The autocamp owner, Kang Yeosang, handed over the keys to the room before them, opening the door to let them in.

San walked inside. The room was just as he expected. There were two beds on one side, a small bathroom in the corner and a small stove and dining table and chairs. Miryo followed him, taking the jacket off. “This is it,” He declared, putting the suitcase down.

“Well goodnight, I hope you and your husband rest comfortably, Mrs. Choi,” Yeosang turned to her with a smile before leaving, closing the door behind him.

Miryo sighed. “Clever,” She said.

“Yeah, it’s a gift,” San walked over to the kitchen, checking if the stove worked.

Miryo watched him. “You know, I had the unpleasant sensation of being referred to as your wife,” She said, looking at him suspiciously. “And you referred to as my husband.”

“Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you about that. We’re registered as Mr. and Mrs. Choi,” San answered without looking.

“You did? You know, you make Jung Wooyoung look like an amateur,” She scoffed. “Just what gave you the idea that I’d stand for this?”

San frowned. “Hey, wait just a minute. Let’s get things straightened out now. If you’re trying to imply that I’m interested in you, forget it! You’re just a headline to me,” He shot at her.

Miryo’s eyes widened. “A headline…you’re a newspaper man?”

“Chalk one up for your side,” San retorted, approaching her. “Listen, you want to get to your fiance Park Seonghwa in Seoul, don’t you? Alright then. I’m here to help you. What I want is your story, an exclusive. A day-to-day account, all about your mad pursuit to happiness. I need that story and just between you and me,” He leaned in, making her lean back. “I’ve got to have it.”

Her expression changed to that of amusement. “Now isn’t that cute, there’s a brain behind that face of yours after all. You’ve got everything planned out for yourself, even including this.”

“This? Oh you mean, the whole Mr. and Mrs. business. Well, that’s a matter of simple mathematics. These cabins cost 2,000 won a night. And sorry to inform you, my dear wife, the family purse won’t be able to afford having separate cabins for you and me,” San pointed out, a small smirk playing across his features. “Understand?”

She sighed. “I guess so.”

“Good,” San turned to the bed. “Now we’ve come to the problem of retiring for the night. Which bed’s yours?”

Miryo pointed to the bed on the left, walking over to it. “Here.”

“Alright then,” San put his suitcase on the other bed.

“Now that the popularity contest is over, what now?” She asked.

San looked around for an answer. “It’s simple,” He got up again, taking what looked like the clothesline. He tied one end to the nail on the wall between their beds and the other end all the way to the nail on the beam that was in the middle of the cabin next to the dining table. He took the extra blanket on the side to drape over the wall, creating a divider between them. “There we are, this would give us privacy and you wouldn’t have to be disturbed by the sight of me.”

“So, I suppose that makes everything all right now, is it?”

“I hope it does. I like a little privacy when I retire. Therefore, the walls of Jericho! Probably not as thick as the ones Joshua blew down with his trumpet, so my parents tell me. But it’s safer, because I have no trumpet.”

She rolled her eyes. “Now that’s a relief,” She quipped.

“And to show you that my heart’s in the right place,” San opened his suitcase. “I’ll give you my best pair of pajamas,” He tossed the clothes over to her.

“Thanks.”

“Don’t worry, the walls of Jericho won’t hurt you.”

Miryo could sense he was already undressing, by the faint light casting shadows on the floor where their feet could still be seen. She figured she’d do the same, slipping into his clothes, a little surprised that it fit her somehow as he seemed broad yet small-waisted. “Do you mind putting out the light?” She said, leaning on the blanket dividing the room between them.

“Not at all,” San reached over to flip the switch. He stopped when he saw her blouse and skirt hanging over the blanket. “Uh, do you mind getting your things off the walls of Jericho?” He asked.

“Oh-oh yeah,” She said, taking her discarded clothes and folding them to one side as she finally slipped into the bed, settling into the warm sheets. “By the way, what’s your name?” She looked over, hearing thunder and rain starting to pour.

San looked up as he settled himself into the other bed. “Me? I’m the sparrow that cries in the night, the soft morning breeze that caresses your lovely face. I’m the-”

“You’ve got a name, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I’m Choi San,” He said.

“Choi San?” Miryo wrinkled her nose. “I don’t like it.”

“Well, don’t let it bother you. You’re giving it back to me in the morning,” San called out.

Miryo smiled to herself. “I’m glad to meet you, Mr. Choi.”

“The pleasure’s mine – Mrs. Choi.”

Miryo closed her eyes. “Good night.”

“Good night.”

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buzzcutmase · 7 months

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Oh good because I’m going tomorrow and I dunno if I can cope with them being that extra😂

well depends on where you live 😭 bc here’s it’s like SUPER weird to do stuff like that and we just don’t show enthusiasm about things like that if that makes sense? also there’s not a lot of proper super swifties in my area i feel like soooooo, good luck though! enjoy the movie! ⭐️

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inner-solstice · 8 months

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OH I MADE you this way?!

Literally when we first met and you wanted to pull some drama with Dani by inviting me to the mansion party, did I teach you to do fucked up shit like that? I communicated everythin gabout who i was when we first met. YOU KNEW that i was struggling and trying to heal from my trauma!!!!!! I slept around to cope, i was drinking as much as i could. i couldmt handle reality. how could you expect for me to be perfect and love you perfectly in return after you telling me that you loved me?! WE JUST MET!!!!!!!!! I KNOW I didnt know you loved me when i talked about dan and brenden. i KNOW that at the time, i thought we were just good friends!!! you fucked me up in my vulnerable state of mind and used extremes to get me to love you. HOW COULD YOU NOT SEE I WASNT READY FOR THAT WHEN I COMMUNICATED THAT A THOUSAND TIMES?! Did I teach you to fucking overdoes on 10 pills of aspirin to get my attention?! You say you were soooooo good to me in the beginning, BULL!!!! You manipulated me!!!! do you even realize what that shit did to me?! I made it CRYSTAL CLEAR that I have been manipulated and traumatized in the past and constantly lied to and betrayed and you wonder WHY I was the way I was with you?! Just to what, go to hospital, find someone else, then instead of actually coming home and communicating your shit, you rub it in my face that you found someone else and have the audacity to say “it’s her or you .”

You kept using sentences like, “ oh well once I’m with her, I won’t have time for you anymore. I don’t think we should talk anymore” you JUST told me loved me two weeks into us knowing each other and you know what the did to me, just for you to want to leave me for some older woman you met in the hospital?! TALK ABOUT ABANDONMENT!!!!!FUCK YOU! YOU did that to fuck with me!!! You KNEW I didnt want to lose you! You totally set me up!!! You KNEW it would hurt me so goddamn bad because I told you EVERYTHING about my fears and traumas and worries and struggles and why im so fucking vulnerable. you took FULL ON advantage of me!!! Yes i was an asshole, yes i was practically whipped, I made mistakes but shit I tried talking it out with you a trillion times. I know my shit, do YOU?! Megan A would do this shit with me all the time and then blame me for reacting and wanting to pull away, which i NEVER could do, and you totally took that vulnerability and did the same shit she did. you KNEW that you had me whipped.

I tried to leave, i let you push me away a numerous amount of times and it broke my fucking heart, every time. then you would call me and beg for me back!!!!!! ITS NOT MY FAULT YOU LOVED ME, YOU STILL HURT ME!!!!! YOU WOULD HIT ME AND CHOKE ME AND HOLD MY THROAT AGAINST WALLS AND TAKE MY SHIT AND HOLD ME PRACTICALLY HOSTAGE?! NO WONDER I WAS FUCKED UP TO YOU!!!!!Then fucking montse came in. IT STILLL HURT LIKE LIVING HELL, THE LIES AND MANIPULATION FOR MONTHS WAS ALLLLLLLLL YOU. I TRIED TO LEAVE BUT YOU STRUNG US BOTH ALONG. to THEN PUT THE RESTRAINING ORDER ON ME? As soon as i wanted to leave, you begged at my feet to have me stay. which i did, and you continuously saw her and lied to me, EVEN when i stupidly let you be friends!!! SO STUPID!!!! it FUCKED FUCKED FUCKED ME UP AND YOU DIDNT FUCKING CARE

YOU NEVER EVER LET ME HEAL FROM ALL OF THAT SHIT

YOU NEVER GAVE ME ANY GRACE FOR HOW YOU CONTINUOUSLY FUCKED ME UP

We tried and tried and tried again and again but you always fucking blame me for everything. DO YOU EVEN REALIZE WHAT THE FUCK YOU DID TO ME

YOU TOOK AWAY MY LIFE, MY HEART AND SOUL, literally MY ENTIRE personality!!!

You think its just me that chnaged you? What about your father? what about when he tried to kill himself? What about your mother, what about kelly and millie? What about Hyde? What about Dustin? Tylo?! YOU have a serious issue with dealing with your shit and i am ALWAAAAYYYSSSS there to help you! BUT you totally take advantage of me and whenever i say ANYTHING, you wont even let me finish or get a point across! YOU JUST LEAVE, YOU ABANDON ME AND MY FEELINGS, YOU ABANDONED ME WHEN I FUCKING NEEDED YOU, YOU LEFT ME FOR SOMEONE ELSE NUMEROUS TIMES, YOUR LIES AND BETRAYL HAS ROYALLY FUCKED MY MIND

FOR YOU TO PUT YOUR HANDS ON ME AND DEGRADE ME SO BADLY, TO TELL ME IM NOTHING, TO TELL ME IM JUST SOME STUPID WHORE, FUCK YOU

I WILL NEVER EVER BE GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU

YOU HURT ME SO FUCKING BAD AND YOU ONLY CHNAGED FOR THE WORST.

FUCK YOU MEGAN!!!! FUCK YOU!!!!!

YOU DONT GET TO BLAME ME FOR ANYTHING, I DID MY BEST TO KEEP ON LOVING YOU, BUT YOU REFUSE TO LISTEN, REFUSE TO LOOK AT ME LIKE A PERSON, YOU MADE ME FALL OUT OF LOVE

I DONT GET ANYTHING FROM YOU BUT PAIN AND YEARS WORTH OF THERAPY FROM ALL OF THE SHIT YOU PUT ME THROUGH

GO AHEAD AND GIVE UP ON LOVE

I GAVE YOU EVERYTHING THE BEST I COULD EVEN AFTER ALLLLLL OF THESE YEARS OF PAIN

I ALWAYS CAME BACK, I ALWAYS TRIED

Now i realize im not even a person anymore. you have stripped everyhting about myself away

you have pushed me down and brought me down so fucking much, worse than ANYONE i have ever met!!!!!! I dont even know whatg to do with myself because i spent so much time stripping who i am away to accomodate you, becayse god forbid, if i ever did anything wrong, you'd always resort to physical, mental, and emontial abuse to punish me. now youre all i know. i dont like hair anymore, psychology, its hard for me to even love music and art. i look at the mirror and dont know who the fuck is looking back at me anymore. you always had a problkem with EVERYTHING about mje. i would hardly ever get a praise from you.

i am seriously at a point where im in a deeper part of the abyss than before we first met. you took advantage of me, made me question myself and my reality.

i chnaged everything for you

now i have nothing

u left me a long time ago, you abandoned me a long time ago

dont you fucking dare say its my fault. dont you dare say i abandoned you. dont you dare say I made you this way.

i did my fucking best to always love you even at your worst, a thousand times, even when I was shattered inside, I still put you first. Just for you to leave me for someone else and disrespect me allllll over again.

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orioo · 1 year

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Name for N6 + Official Designs and Ages for Main6!

SO! i know i said i’d stop for today. i swear i tried, i really did try to stop brainstorming, but i just couldn’t ...

anywayssss this resulted in me messing around with some Fantasy Name Generator i found on google and ... well. our lovely N6, demi-goddess, mender N6, now has a name! she has been baptized everybody! from this day forth, N6 shall be called .... DRUMROLLS PLEASE! *drumrolls, drumrolls* Phala !!!!

i looked through so many goddess names that i started seeing blurry for a few minutes, but it was absolutely worth it. ahh, the second i saw the name, top of the 10-names list, i connected with it on a spiritual level never before felt by yours truly. Phala. phala phala phalalalalalalalala

it said there that this name actually means Goddess of Commerce, which ... uhhhh. i don’t really know how accurate this would be for my Phala, but eh, the name is pretty, and its fit for a goddess, what more do we need?

and now. even more exciting news everybody! after frying my eyes on that darned website full of text, i decide to move onto another three darned websites - but full of images this time. i’m not talented in the art-drawing-painting-designing department at all, so i knew i had to resort to some other solution in order to give you guys a proper visual to the main6, soooooo .... picrew!

i used 3 different sites for each of their designs, so you can imagine how much of a toll this had (has) on my eyes ToT but everything for my dears. another reason i designed them 6 each on 3 different sites is beacsue i wanted to get the most accurate depiction i could :D also, tiny details such as moles, earrings, scars etc. aren’t alwayd available on every site, so i’ll make sure to specify for everybody in particular what peculiarity they may have ^^ all in all, it’s up to each and everyone of you to imagine them as you may please, this is me, the creator of this story, doing just that in hopes of making your job easier, haha

Official Designs and Ages for Main6

(just as a small a/n: the ages specified here are the ones the characters start out with at the very beginning of the story. if time passes, i’ll announce how much it was and each character’s current age. only when/if that happens though. for now, enjoy~)

Filip - the Prince - 24 years old (born on march 3rd)

Filip has a mole on the left side of his face, below his lip

he has a torn left eyebrow, but it doesn’t show because of his longer bangs - as a scar would be seen as rebelious, unfit for a prince

the closest i could get to his desired design in terms of hair and eye color is in the middle pic. i know the other pics are kindy funky with their colors heh (he still looks good though, dammit!)

he is very stylish, and especially revels in warm colors, such as white, cream, brown etc. vitage style baby

Kaji - the Bodyguard - 19 years old (born on november 13th)

Kaji is the redhead of my cast. end of story (the shade of it is slightly redder than the 3rd pic and slightly less red than the 2nd pic, just enough for his elemental hair stripe to be noticeable)

unfortunately, the first site i used lacked both a short ponytail, which is what he preferrs to wear his hair like, and a nice shade of red. dissappointing, but not unexpected.

he has piercings. boy went through a rough time, and rebeling was a coping method for him

he has a scar on his left cheek, starting from his jaw all the way up to right below his eye. backstory on that tba

violet eyes!

yes, he smokes. tries to stop, dunno if he manages. Filip always makes sure to lecture him on how unhealthy it is.

he likes turtlenecks!

although he wears his hair tied in a low ponytail 98% of the times, in the last pic you can have a glimpse of his hair down :D

Shreya - the Mommy Mercenary - 26 years old (born on december 20th)

some may say that longer hair gets in their way during the heat of battles, but Shreya? nah, her hair is is her treasure. that way, she can achieve victory and have her hair flutter heroically in the wind!

dark, green eyes

silver jewelry! i switched my mind on it halfway through, since i initially wanted her to wear gold to complement her earth amulet, but yellow is Piper′s thing. she can keep her lovely jewelry silver

charming smile shining through!

loves green! loves plants and nature! she’s been travelling since forever and only the plants have been a constant companion in her journeys

Milo - the “Brawns” - 18 years old (born april 1st)

tanned skin since he spends so much time out in the sun, adventuring!

he has barely visible freckles. and almost a permanent blush? makes it seem like he’s the one getitng flirted with, jeez

pearly white hair !! tried growing it out at some point but since he cut it, Piper must’ve made fun of him or something (or maybe she just wanted them to match?)

loves sea creatures. doesn’t even have correlation with his amulet, he just loves sea creatures. growing up in a family of fishermen does things to a youngster

he doesn’t like talking about it, but the only reason he has pierced ears is because his older sister told him that earrings would make him more attractive to girls. he took her word on it and didn’t shed a tear as his ears were pierced! (...okay, maybe one tear...)

Phala reassured him that earrings fit him and made him seem softer, which is indeed appealing to most people. didn’t specify girls. he agreed with it. maybe he understood her memmo, maybe he was hypnotized by her beauty. neither of them know for sure

in the last pic you can see his staff fully extended, held onto his back! it’s usually conpacted into a 4th of its entirety though. in the same pic you can also see his amulet tied to the necklace he found!

Piper - the “Brains” - 17 years old (born on 5th october)

she’s so pale, it’s a wonder she’s a full-time adventurer and doesn’t get sunburnt!

her amber eyes matches her blonde hair! very pretty <3

she started wearing eyeglasses when she was very young, thinking it would help her focus on her studies, then actually started needing them to be able to read ... yickes

loves yellow! air might be her element, but she’ll never abandon her fondness for this color. she even asked Shreya to switch the representative colors with her; Shreya loves green so the trade was successful!

when she was younger, she had way longer hair, but in recent years she became keen on mullets and eventually cut her own hair into one, or something similar to it, anyways. it makes her look like a geek, but she actually is one, so she doesn’t mind!

she wears a yellow cloth headband on the side of which she tied her amulet aswell as -slight spoiler ahead!- 2 longer white feathers from her parakeet, angled downwards and curling behind her ear, exactly like in the last pic (imagine the feathers are attached to her headband, not earrings)

Phala - ??? years old, seemingly 23 years old (born on august 24th)

her hair is most accurately represented by the 2nd pic, both in shade and in shape

her skin tone is very similar to Milo′s

she has silver eyes <3

she has a beauty mark slightly beneat her left eye, just like in the last pictures (fun fact: it was originally beneath her right eye, but i let myself be coerced by the sites...)

pretty earrings! she only got them after her awakening in the present times, but she loves them as if they have been lifelong companions.

must be why she appreciated Milo having earrings too? also, she openly expresses how lovely she thinks Kaji′s piercings are, but he only seems to frown and uneasily poke at them whenever she praises them, maybe he doesn’t like them? but then why did he get so many? ah, human teens are weird. best leave it unquestioned or hunt down Filip for answers - he always seems to have them.

the sites used for the pictures are as follows:

1. https://picrew.me/image_maker/684058

2. https://picrew.me/image_maker/197705

3. https://picrew.me/image_maker/582810

that was that lovely readers! it’s very late here for me, so i’ll end it short and head to bed; my eyes desperately need the rest. i hope the images helped you better visualise each character and hopefully, maybe even connect to them more? does anybody has any favorites yet? i personally can’t choose, i got attached to all of them so much ToT Piper has a really soft spot reserved in my heart though, must protect <3 but then again, have you seen Milo? and don’t get me started on Phala .... but Kaji was originally my favorite... and let’s not forget our tourist attractions, Filip and Shreya UGH they’re so fine

yeah, that was all. sweet dreams~!

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struggling-with-time · 4 years

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Lost connection [Corpse x reader]

Paring: Corpse husband x Gender neutral!reader

Summary: “Can you please write a story where the reader (female) isn't a youtuber or playing Among us with the crew? Preferably, angst and maybe unrequited love and meeting him through social media as a fan. The last sentence is not a requirement, I just wanna read a story where the reader isn't a successful youtuber or a youtuber at all. Just a normal person who doesn't have many talents.” Requested by anon

“Hi! If you feel like it, maybe a corpse x reader where he posts one of their tiktoks on his Instagram story and they start talking and falling for each other? <3” requested by anon

Warnings: idk sad ending?

Read part two here

A/N: Y/T = Your TikTok Coping with election stress by writing, and I still don’t even live in the US. I’m sorry only one for today <3 you got a hc too!

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You had recently started making tiktoks, it was mostly closet cosplay to song you saw fitting to the character. It helped you escape the stress of everyday life. You liked the small following you usually got around 200 to 300 views, usually. That was until Corpse Husband himself had gotten in contact with you to ask permission to share a video of you dancing around a chair to his song Cat Girls are ruining my life. Of course, you said yes.

Leading to your video trending and you gaining a bit more followers before everything went back to normal. However, what didn’t go back to normal after a couple of days was the fact that you’re still talking to Corpse. You don’t really understand how this is still going on. You’ve been following him for quite a while now. This is big.

Corpse_Husband: I was thinking I could get your number, it’s easier than writing over here.

Y/T: Sure, here it is xxx-xxx-xxx

You pull your phone away from your face. Did you sound too desperate? A bit maybe? No? Maybe? Just a tid bit…

Unknown number: Well hello there, Y/T

You: New phone, who dis?

Too much? Oh god what if he doesn’t think it’s funny, or thinks you’re being serious. You stare intensely at the three dots; they disappear and your heart sinks for second before a message pops up.

Corpse: I wonder who

You: Welp, better go contact my fbi agent then.

Is that an outdated joke? You honestly weren’t too sure.

Corpse: It’s Corpse

Y/N: Ah! Never would have guessed, btw how was your day?

It didn’t take long before the two of you texted every day. It took two months before Corpse asked if he could call you. It awkward in the beginning.

“Soooooo…” You said trying to fill the silence.

“Yeah…” And so did he.

But the two of you slowly became comfortable with speaking and started calling every night before you would go to bed, which correlated to around an hour before his streams started. It was a beautiful friendship that was slowly blossoming into more. You could feel yourself falling harder as each day passed, as each time you listened to him talk. Even if it was just a silent phone call so the two of you could be together.

“You won’t believe what happened today!” Corpse had practically yelled through the phone at you, sounding somehow like the most deep voiced teenage girl out there.

“Go on tell me!” You matched his excitement. Ready to lend an ear until you wouldn’t be able to hold your eyes open anymore.

The big elephant in the room, only felt to grow the more you talked. You lived halfway across to world in the Netherlands, while he was in San Diego. You knew not to get your hopes up of him ever coming there. So instead you got a second job besides your studies and the first job. Meaning you spent less time talking to him, but it would be worth it you told yourself. It took you 4 months of barely speaking for you to have saved up for the ticket if you stayed at his place for the two days.

You were ready to tell him that, you had quit the second job earlier that day. You were excited. But when you called, it rang out. He’s probably just busy, you told yourself.

It rang out, the next day.

And the day after.

And the day after…

“You can no longer reach this number.” The telephone spoke at you, you stared at it in disbelief. You did the only thing you could think about and opened twitter for the first time in months. Straight on his page last tweet 12 days old. The last time you spoke together.

Corpse_Husband: Final Goodbyes hurt :(

You fall back on your bed your phone forgotten in your hand. You neglected him to be able to earn enough money to see him, driving him away in the effort. You’re bewildered at what to do, you just lost the only person you were able to connect with on a personal level.

You had lost your friend.

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ijwrsmff · 3 years

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Can I request the fluff alphabet for Kokichi? All of it, if you can. Thank you :)

Here you go! Hope you like it! I have such a love hate relationship with this boy XD

A-Activities (what do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?)

He likes to play games! Video games, card games, board games, he doesn’t really care. He especially likes ones that he’s better than you at. He does like to win, afterall.

B-Beauty (what do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?)

Determination. If you’re determined, no matter what it may be for, he respects it. He loves nothing more than to see you work at what you’re passionate about. He may not HELP you to learn it, but he does enjoy sitting and watching you put in the work.

C-Comfort (how would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack/etc.?)

He’s...not very good at comforting you. He tries, he really does, but often he’ll make jokes to make you laugh...but sometimes you’re really not in the mood to laugh so it comes across as insensitive.

D-Dreams (how do they picture their future with their s/o?)

He’s already planned your future in 50 different scenarios. He’ll make you look at each and every one of them until you pick one you like. Then? He’ll do anything in his power to make it happen.

E-Equal (are they the dominant one in their relationship or are they more passive?)

He likes to be in charge, but occasionally he’d like you to make the choices. Little stuff, he’ll always be in charge. Stuff like what you’re going to eat he will always choose, but bigger decisions like what kind of car you’ll buy...he’d rather you make the choice. Though he will make his stance clear no matter who will be making the decision.

F-Fight (would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?)

He would never get physical with you, but he would yell. A lot. Especially if he feels like he’s being ignored. He really...really can’t stand the feeling of being ignored. He’s always ready to fight, but tries to calm himself down before it escalates to that. It doesn’t work every time...but sometimes it does when he’s in a particularly good mood.

G-Gratitude (How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?)

He often takes things for granted. Especially in the beginning of the relationship. But once you become more intimate with each other he spends every day thinking about how lucky he is to have you.

H-Honesty (do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?)

Soooooo many secrets. About what he does, how he’s feeling, sometimes even if he’s unhappy with something you did. He’ll keep it all a secret and avoid your questions by asking another question to throw you off.

I-Inspiration (Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?)

You really change each other. He makes you feel grateful for what you have, and you make him feel grateful for...well everything. If he didn’t have you, he wouldn’t have near the drive to accomplish things relating to his ultimate.

J-Jealousy (do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?)

God...he gets so jealous. He doesn’t show it, but even you talking to other people can sometimes send a ping of jealousy right to his heart. He’ll laugh about it and join in on whatever conversation you’re having, sending a warning glare to whoever you were talking to. Now if someone was flirting with you...he’d go eerily quiet. He’d pull you away from that person and send a glare their way...but only in his eyes. His signature grin will be on his face the whole time, which is somehow scarier.

K-Kiss (are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?)

He’d initiate your first kiss rather quick. He likes to show how he’s feeling with actions rather than words, so kisses will be frequent. As for how good he is...well he’s had SOME practice. He’s a very enthusiastic kisser if anything and that makes up for any lack of skill.

L-Love confession (how would they confess to their s/o?)

“Y/n~” He would lean in close, making a blush form on your cheeks, “Guess what?”

“What?”

“You have a not so secret admirer~”

You would pause, not knowing if this was another one of his games.

You finally caved and asked “who?”

That’s when he leans up and kisses your cheek.

“Me! That’s who! You must be so happy to know your obvious feelings for me are returned!”

M-Marriage (do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?)

At first he is 100% against marriage. But...after getting closer to you his views have changed. Now...he actually has hope for the future as long as you’re in it. He would make a grand display of his proposal, going to the fanciest restaurant. He would tap his wine glass, just to get everyone’s attention. When things quiet down he’ll stand in front of you, looking more hesitant than you’ve ever seen him as.

“Marry me!” He would proclaim before putting on the ring before you had the chance to respond.

“Oh, it’s okay you don’t have to say it. I know you’ll say yes.”

N-Nicknames (what do they call their s/o?)

He plays around with nicknames frequently, trying out each and every one he can think of and taking note of the ones that worked the best on you. His personal favorite is darling. He likes that it shows how dear you are to him.

O-On cloud nine (what are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious to others? How do they express their feelings?)

He buys you a lot...a LOT of things. You mentioned something the day before? Oh look it’s on your doorstep. He catches you looking at something in one of the store windows? He’s dragging you in to buy it. This makes it rather obvious when he’s in love because you will always be wearing SOMETHING he bought you. Be it a new shirt or jewelry, whatever makes you happy.

P-PDA (are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?)

He’s very upfront. He’ll let anyone and everyone know that you’re his. He’s yours too but...he would never admit to it. He would kiss you if you were on stage in front of a thousand people. He doesn’t care what others think, he just likes to show you’re together.

Q-Quirk (some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship?)

He’s a good leader, so if anything began to bother you he would take control with no hesitation. This has helped in many ways, ranging from wanting to leave an event to indecision about a major matter.

R-Romance (how romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliche or rather creative?)

He CAN be romantic. But he has to be in a good mood. Usually...you put him in that good mood. Other days he’s not up to it at all. He won’t even want to cuddle on the bad days, even if he knows it would really help.

S-Support (are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?)

He may not help, but he’ll keep you company while you work/study. Though...often times he’s more of a distraction than not. “Y/N! Play with me!”

“Not now i’m working/studying.”

“Aw, you’re no fun! Fine! I’ll go keep myself entertained then.”

T-Thrill (do they need to try out new things to spice up their relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?)

He loooooves to try new things. New restaurants, a new game that was just released, any date ideas you bring up, he’ll try anything once.

U-Understanding (how good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?)

He isn’t very empathetic, and he doesn’t know EVERYTHING about you. But every once in a while he’ll surprise you by bringing up something you had talked about months ago. When you tell him something about yourself...he’ll remember it forever.

V-Value (how important is the relationship to them? What’s it worth in comparison to other things in their life?)

His crew comes first, no questions asked. He’ll pester you to join as well, he sees it as combining his two favorite things.

W-Wild Card (a random fluff headcanon)

He cuddles you in his sleep. Even on days he won’t want to cuddle, once he’s asleep he’s entirely wrapped around you.

X-Xoxo (are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?)

He likes to show his affection through touch, and it’s near constant. Hand holding, arm around your waist or shoulders, even just sitting as close to you as possible so your sides touch. He kisses you many...many times a day. It’s one of his favorite ways to show he cares.

Y-Yearning (how will they cope when they’re missing their partner?)

He’s an absolute wreck without you. When you’re gone he’ll text you a million times about random stuff. Sometimes it’s weird facts he learned, others are over-exaggerated stories of things he’s done with his crew.

Z-Zeal (are they willing to go to great lengths for their relationship? If so, what kind of?)

He would fight someone for you. He would risk his own life...just for a chance to get back at anyone who hurt you. Now...he wouldn’t leave his crew even if you desperately wanted him to, but he’d make you second in command if you ever wanted to join.

#kokichi oma x reader #kokichi x reader #x reader #dr3 #dr3 x reader

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