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idiacide · 2 years

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Match-up info from 📖! Fine with either a match-up with a student or staff, whoever fits best with me. They/them pronouns please! I'd like to think I'm rather laidback and chill, generally try to be polite and amicable on first meeting. Though I definitely can be reserved if I don't click well with someone right off the bat. Though, if we have a shared interest/passion or I can sense the person is really kind, I can definitely open up a lot more easier and can get animated, loud, and excitable.

I try to be a good ear and shoulder to cry on if say my partner has something weighing on them. But if they need advice, I won't be afraid to have a firm tone with them if they need to hear the truth. Of course the support would be overflowing cuz nobody wants to see their partner sad. Definitely can say my love language is affection through physical touch and spending quality time.

Some bad qualities I do have are that I can get rather defensive if someone points out a flaw or I did something wrong. I REALLY cannot let go of grudges if someone has hurt me and I do have a bad habit of not mentioning it cuz I'm too proud to go crawling to the other person to admit I was hurt. (Trying hard to fix this though hrhgrgh) DEFINITELY can get sharp-tongued and raise my voice if someone gets an attitude with me. But at the end of the day, will try to mend anything and clear the air cuz I'd rather be happy than overthink on festering negativity.

Finally, some interests/hobbies include writing, illustrating, animals/wildlife, handcrafts (sewing, crocheting, building minatures, etc), video or tabletop games, collecting merch or interesting lil knick knacks, animated shows, and webcomics.

Sorry if this was so much info, just wanted to give as much foundation as I could, aaaaaaaa.

First paid matchup lets fucking goooo. If you yourself would be interested in a matchup+meetcute, feel free to send me 10 dollars on ko-fi and dm me to work on the specifics.

After having read this over few times, I match you with Jade Leech

-Laidback and chill is a break and a half for Jade, who is used to having to deal with MUCH stronger personalities all day long. It would be the politeness more than anything which drew his attention. Most people tend to treat him as though he’s always up to something. Which, to be fair: he usually is. But still, it’s at least a little frustrating to be held at arm’s length before you’ve even had the chance to say anything. As time goes on he comes to appreciate your general easy-going nature. While he enjoys a bit of chaos in his life, it’s nice to be around someone who neither judges nor worsens circumstances around them.

-Its rare he’ll take advantage of your listening ear, as he prefers to handle matters that trouble him on his own. Still, having the option available to him is honestly refreshing. Floyd tends to be too caught up in his own whirlpool of emotions to really notice what’s going on with his twin. Additionally, he appreciates being able to come to you when he wants an honest assessment. Jade values truth in his partners, and hates people who dance around the facts just to ingratiate themselves. Though he’s not the touchiest person in the world, he’s eager to provide if it helps you relax.

-Again, Jade’s used to dealing with a great deal of stubbornness. There’s a part of him that can even find it endearing. He’s an incredibly patient man, and even gets a little kick sometimes out of encouraging your grudges into a vengeance cycle.Your enemies are his enemies, after all~ However, like you, he tells the truth to the people he values. He’s very careful and tactful, but manages to help you keep certain things in perspective and not go overboard too often.

-As for hobbies, while you share a mutual interest in nature, Jade’s also quite willing to learn about your other fascinations. Handcrafts and your curious collection of items in particular are very readily compelling to him, and he’ll happily listen to you explain the lore behind each of them. As long as you’re willing to repay the favor with his mushrooms.

Meetcute:

You rocked back on your heels, fidgeting a little with the straps of your pack. The sunlight is just beginning to peak out over the horizon, and you have to keep bouncing from leg to leg to keep warm. Your breath comes out in cloudy spirals.

Where was everyone? You were fairly certain those fliers had mentioned meeting in the courtyard outside the Hall of Mirrors.

You hadn’t exactly been searching hard for extracurriculars, but the posted notice for the Mountain Lover’s Club had drawn your eye. You’d always loved animals, and since arriving in this strange world you couldn’t shake a lingering curiosity about the types of magical creatures that might be out there. The poster had promised an early morning hike, free for all prospective members to join. No paperwork required.

Leading to you, standing out here in the cold. Alone.

You were beginning to contemplate cutting your losses and heading back to Ramshackle to warm up when a voice startled you out of your drifting thoughts.

“I must admit, I honestly didn’t expect anyone else to be here.”

You jerked around like you’d been caught. A VERY tall young man with choppy teal hair was emerging from one of the many passageways. Like you, he was dressed for the outdoors, with sturdy clothes and a slightly worn backpack resting comfortably on his shoulder. He seemed almost amused by your presence, mismatched eyes gleaming through the dim light.

You scrounged desperately around your still growing list of names and faces. It was early days yet, but you had the sneaking suspicion this one had a twin.... “You’re....Jade, right?” God you hope you nailed that one, switching the names somehow felt ruder than just not knowing altogether. He rewards you with a smiling nod as he comes to stand in front of you though, filling you with relief.

“And you’re the prefect of Ramshackle dorm. I’ve heard much about you.”

“Yeah, well....” You shifted a little bit from foot to foot, slightly embarrassed by the notoriety. Isekai into one school orientation... “You said you weren’t expecting anyone?”

“A club involving this much physical exertion with this little glory isn’t exactly popular among students here.” It doesn’t sound like that fact particularly bothers him. You catch a glimpse of sharp teeth as he talks. “We have a few other nominal members, but I’m typically the only one participating in activities like this.”

“Well....that makes this a little awkward, then.” You say, trying to joke off the dawning realization that you’d just signed the two of you up for multiple potential hours of one on one time.

“Is it?” He tilts his head, almost curiously. “I’m not sure....I’ve never minded the privacy, I mainly make the posters for Crowley’s benefit.”

Despite yourself, you feel the faintest twinge of irritation. Sure, it was one thing to joke about it, but did he seriously mean to imply he didn’t want you here? Ordinarily you might not assume so, but with how rude everyone at this school habitually is...”Should I go then?”

His eyes widen, almost in surprise. “Oh, no, you misunderstand. I didn’t mean it as a bad thing. A novelty, rather.” He checks his watch, humming faintly. “Shall we go?”

“Uh...” Stranger. In the woods. For hours. Well, why not. “Sure.”

He smiles again, this time giving you a full view of those sharky teeth of his. You follow him into the hall of mirror, up the stairs towards the world mirror.

“Can I ask what your interest is with this activity?” He said, glancing back at you as you follow him up the stairs. “I’d have thought you’d be more focused on trying to find your footing in the new environment.”

Again, you still weren’t sure how much he meant to sound passive aggressive. Something about the tone read more like genuine curiosity to you, though. “It’s....all been a little overwhelming, honestly.” You admitted. “But...I always liked nature back home. I don’t quite have the tools to engage in a lot of my other hobbies here, but I figure mountains can’t be too terribly different between worlds, right? Besides, there might be some interesting animals to look at. Does that make sense?”

His expression doesn’t change much. But you swear there’s something that flickers, just a little, behind his eyes. “It does. Truly.” The two of you finally arrive at the mirror. Jade pulls his magic pen from his pocket, tapping the glass and watching the ripples carefully. “I’ve always found it relaxing, as well as educational?”

“Educational?”

He grins. “There’s such a broad variety of mushrooms to study here on land...”

In the end, the hours weren’t anywhere near as awkward as you might’ve dreaded. Jade was an easy enough conversationalist, but never seemed to mind the quiet when you ran out of words. More than that, he was a surprising fount of information. You guess it only made sense for what you assumed was the club president? But he usually had some interesting tidbits on the variety of fauna you spotted, as well as a few handy guides on the place which could help fill in the gaps.

“You really do your research.” You say, squinting hard at a few sketches of birds to see what best resembled the one echoing every last word you said. Research, research, research.

“As I said, I’m usually alone up here. Being well-researched is a basic precaution.” Caution, caution caution. He chuckles, turning to you. “Though it is rather gratifying to have someone to say this all out loud to, I’ll admit.”

Out of courtesy, you ask him a few questions about the mushrooms he gathers as you go. You’re not expecting much, necessarily, but the wealth of information is surprisingly engaging, as well as the clear passion he has for the subject.

All told....you wouldn’t mind making it more of a regular thing. Nor, judging by the surprised look on his face when you asked him about formal applications, would he.

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chaozsilhouette · 3 years

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Turbulent Beginnings

This forms the opening act to Macaque’s story, showing just how different his and Wukong’s early lives were and why he took Wukong’s disappearance so hard.

The idea Macaque was born from the wind was inspired by @animemoonprincess. And yes, I am a shameless fan of Macaque originally having white fur. The angst is just too perfect.

Brace yourselves, this isn’t going to be pretty. I am essentially shoving our boy through an emotional meat grinder.

§~~~~§~~~~§~~~~§

On a remote island, a day’s travel from China’s eastern shore, a massive hurricane raged as it had since the beginning of this world. The surrounding storms fed into it as its winds carved stone. No life had dared blossom on its soil out of fear of a painful demise. The merciless storm drank deeply of the waters of the sea, draining all aspects of potential and life before casting it aside. Not even curious spirits were spared.

Various deities had wondered why such a storm existed or why the Jade Emperor allowed such a dangerous presence to continue unchecked. Most believed that since the hurricane was stationary and prove no threat to the established order of the world, it was not important.

One day the hurricane vanished. As though it had never existed. Or rather that it had been transformed into something else.

It was the night of a new moon and with the hurricane gone, the island experienced its first cloudless sky. The only one to witness the momentous occasion was a monkie with pure white fur and six ears. Minding his manners, the nameless monkie bowed to the four winds in greeting.

The newborn proceeded to spend his days searching the island for something. Some clue as to the reason behind his birth. He could hear strange voices and words he didn’t understand yet at the same time could. He knew he wasn’t the only creature alive, so why was he alone?

For food, he walked his way through a cave system towards the sea, where he enjoyed the fish that were drawn in through the whirlpools and the mussels that clung to the sharp rocks. He grew to savor the taste of life, even though there was a part of him that craved something different.

Almost forty years passed before he mustered the courage to leave everything he knew to seek out those voices. He gathered all the driftwood and rope that had drifted onshore over the decades, fashioned it into a makeshift raft, and sailed towards the closest source of voices.

His voyage was actually pretty boring once he cleared the whirlpools.

The only exciting part about it was when that strange fish tried to sink his raft. It was bigger than any fish he’d previously seen with a mouth to match. Didn’t mean it survived past the first blow. Taking a bite Macaque wasn’t sure if he liked this fish. The muscles were tough and the flesh was rough on his tongue. He didn’t particularly like the taste. But there was enough to feed him for a full day.

In the end, he chose to eat a third of the fish’s muscles along with its heart before tossing back into the water.

§~~~~§~~~~§~~~~§

Docking on dry land was an experience that would haunt him for years.

At first, he was filled with wonder at the sight of buildings and new creatures riding rafts far bigger than his.

When he stepped onto shore the whispers began.

The creatures, who he later learned were called humans, were pointing out his ears. They acknowledged his obvious intelligence. He heard them grip wooden instruments tightly. It was as if they expected him to do something.

No one made a move against him. No one approached him, but he could tell he wasn’t wanted. Everywhere he turned he saw eyes that cursed his every existence.

He didn’t stay in that village for long. In his mind, satisfying his curiosity wasn’t worth being stared at as though he was the source of all evil.

Demon.

That is what they called him. Was that what he was?

He didn’t know, but he didn’t like it.

§~~~~§~~~~§~~~~§

He aimlessly wandered the countryside for far too long.

The first act of kindness he received was from a couple who could not have children of their own. He stumbled upon them by accident, but instead of the normal fearful expressions he’d come to expect they greeted him with genuine smiles and an offer to join them for dinner.

They took him in and treated him like family. He became the son they always wanted. They taught him how to properly speak and how to walk comfortably on two limbs. They blessed him with a name.

They were kind and nurturing. In another world, they may have been called bodhisattvas. But sadly, due to them being ordinary mortals, his time with them only lasted four decades.

He buried them with love but grew resentful of his weak emotions.

He learned what it was like to have someone welcome him home after a long day. He learned to savor the taste of a mother’s home-cooked meal. He enjoyed having a father figure who was willing to teach him old military tactics. He experienced friendly competitions to see who could paint the most accurate portrait of a flower they saw earlier that day. It was everything he never knew he craved and then it was gone. Leaving him with an empty home and a broken heart.

§~~~~§~~~~§~~~~§

Nearly fifty years later he joined a band of traveling performers.

Their natural oddities allowed them to see who he really was and welcome him into their party. With their compassion, he was granted the opportunity to heal. He learned that despite the group’s large size, very few of them had any direct blood relations. What made them special was how they created their own family and turned what many called strange into something beautiful. Out of respect, he delved into the world of entertainment, found he had a natural talent for it.

When he took the stage people assumed he was in costume, but that didn’t matter. The applause of the audience was a gift he cherished. The sheer passion this family expressed through every second in life warmed his heart beyond words. They were just what he needed to bring him out of his depression.

Alas, it was not meant to stay.

One night their camp was ambushed by a group of demons. They were nothing special, hardly worth mentioning. But for him, back then, it was a fight he never imagined. He could easily handle human bandits, so could his family, but never had he traded blows with a small army of his fellow demons. With the rising of the sun, Macaque stared at the cruelly bright sky covered in blood. All around him bodies lay scattered, life essence soaking into the ground. Despite being tasked with fighting off nearly five dozen demonic opponents he managed to survive with barely a scratch, but he was alone. Again.

§~~~~§~~~~§~~~~§

He tried to change things by sticking to his fellow demons. At least they lived longer.

Somehow that ended up with him becoming the apprentice to a demon healer for almost a century. She was a cold-hearted bitch with a heart of gold. Meticulous in her work, masterful in deduction, and short-tempered with the foolish. She gave everything to her practice and expected the same from him. It was bitter work, but he found it fulfilling. The knowledge that he now possessed the ability to restore others to peak condition settled some unknown part of his soul.

Of course, they would have visitors who wished to take advantage of her skills or steal the medicine. Between the two of them, they protected their clinic, but they weren’t always together. While she may try to hide it, she wasn’t the strongest demon out there. Apparently, the entire reason she got into medicine was to uncover why she was so weak. Centuries of research turned up nothing, but it did make her incredibly skilled at using poisons with her knives to compensate.

One day after he returned from gathering ingredients, he pulled back the door to find the shop in disarray, five unknown bodies slowly dying of extensive blood poisoning, and his master bleeding out from her severed arms. She always said she had no intention of entering Naraka alone.

Guess she kept her word.

§~~~~§~~~~§~~~~§

The cycle repeated itself over centuries. He would experience a brief window of happiness only for it to be savagely stolen from him, leaving him to mourn and curse his weak heart.

The small glimmers of kindness humanity showed him only made him curse their race even harder when he couldn’t walk into a village without being harassed. The humans who had proven stronger were sadly a rare breed. He was rare to encounter one a century and often they perished at the hands of their kind rather than by demons.

There were times when the ignorance had gotten so bad he’d taken to traveling with a constant glamour, disguising himself as an average human. Whenever he was in the presence of other demons, he allowed his true form to manifest, however, he made it look like he only had a single pair of ears. Standing out was the easiest way to wind up in a complicated situation he had no interest in trying to defuse.

That’s not to say his time was wasted.

Quite the contrary, he had learned much during his travels. He could hardly be compared to the happy young monkie, who was ignorant of the dangers and hardships this world held. In a sad attempt to fill the void, Macaque sought out wisdom and strength. He located masters of both the mystic and martial arts. He may have had to lie about his age, he was becoming quite the accomplished liar, but the results were more than worth it. With every stop, he found himself growing more certain of his strength and his identity.

Eventually, he discovered a strange monastery hidden in a cave in the face of a mountain.

He had never seen anything like it during his travels. But what truly drew his attention was the feeling the temple exuded, every stone exuded a strange aurora. Something powerful dwelled within, powerful yet there was an undeniably human quality to it all.

Hiding beneath his usual glamor, Macaque approached the temple with the desire to discover exactly what was being taught. Before he knew what was happening, he was speaking to the immortal sage who was running the joint. Master Subhuti welcomed him to his home and offered some tea. The disguised monkie was bombarded by dozens of questions, all of which he attempted to answer as though he was a normal human.

The master welcomed him as his newest disciple and showed him his new home. Later he learned the master could see through his disguise and sensed his potential. Apparently, the old immortal believed that the monkie would do well to learn his disciplines and he was fascinated by the monkie’s natural talent.Said something about how with proper guidance only the Buddha would be able to peer past his façade.

The monkie even received a new name to celebrate his rebirth. From that day forward he was Liu’Er Mihou, or the Six-Eared Macaque. He liked it. While he cherished the name his first family gifted him, he felt this was a good sign. A tribute to show that he was a changed monkie.

Regardless, he refused to drop his glamor. He had seen too many demons be cast out and attacked for getting sloppy. The other students were not thrilled about the newcomer showing them up and he wasn’t willing to give them a true reason to despise him. He learned quickly, more so than any other human disciple, but that put him at odds with those who were still struggling after years of training.

Macaque distanced himself from the others. They weren’t that interesting anyway. He didn’t care that they talked about him behind his back or were fully aware he could hear them. He couldn’t risk getting close so soon. He was determined to break the cycle. He didn’t care about immortality. He didn’t care about obtaining power. All he wanted was to end the pain. So far things had been working out in his favor.

Then heshowed up…

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That trice damned monkie with peach-colored fur and markings like a golden mask. He was so naïve about the world. He treated everything as though it was some exciting game. His upbeat energy made Macaque sick. Some twisted part of him wanted to snap his neck just to end it, but a small part was fascinated by it. The other monkie reminded him of a time he had almost forgotten.

The Monkey King, or Sun Wukong, didn’t bother hiding his true appearance. Truthfully, Macaque wasn’t sure he knew how or that he should. He didn’t seem to notice how other students would keep their distance or how they kept their conversations as brief as possible without crossing the threshold into being considered rude.

He was so earnest and happy, it was painful. The new monkie pestered everyone about everything, it was like dealing with a newborn, but it seemed Macaque was his favorite to bother. The worst part was how he stared at Macaque as though he could peer past his glamour. Although Macaque wasn’t sure if that was truly possible. The Master could, but he dedicated centuries to refine his skills. Wait. How old was this annoyance? Perhaps he could smell he wasn’t like the other disciples.

Either way, he knew it was just a matter of time until the truth got out. He just didn’t expect it to be when he was changing.

Each student was offered a meager room for privacy. They were all the same size and offered little to no space for any customization, but the walls were enchanted to cut out sound whenever the doors were closed.

Behind those flimsy walls was the only time Macaque allowed his glamor to drop. While he valued being cautious, even he couldn’t keep up the glamour indefinitely, much less when he was asleep.

It was in that small space of safety that he discovered he wasn’t alone.

He had just allowed himself to relax when a smiling face covered in peach fuzz was shoved into his own.

“I knew it! You’re like me.” Sun Wukong happily exclaimed, stars practically dancing in his eyes.

“Shut up.” Macaque clamped his hand over the other’s mouth. Checking to ensure no one else was present and the door was shut, he faced the intruder. “Have you told anyone?” He hissed, while berating himself for failing to check the ceiling. You always look up when scanning a room, he knew that.

“Nope. Why are you hiding? You’re beautiful.” The cheerful demon spoke as though they were old friends. His golden eyes took in every hair of his fellow monkie’s true appearance.

“I’m a demon. And there is nothing beautiful about me.” Macaque growled.

“Yes, there is.” Wukong insisted. “You didn’t answer my question. Why are you hiding? The Master let me in, I wager he knows about you, so why?”

Sighing, Macaque massaged the bridge of his nose. “I have been hurt enough times to know keeping a low profile is optimal in survival. It is better to keep one’s head down than risk getting called out.” From observation, he knew the newer student wouldn’t leave until he received answers, so the best option was to just give him what he wanted and pray he knew enough to leave.

“That’s no fun.” Wukong stuck his tongue out in distaste. “You shouldn’t have to hide who you are. We were born this way.” He jumped high into the air only to catch himself on his tail with a cheeky grin. “So, they’ll just have to deal with it.”

“Cute speech. But my answer is no. Now leave.”

“Don’t worry. We’ll fix that attitude right up.” Thankfully Wukong left, but not before sending a smile laced with mischief his way. “See you tomorrow.”

Macaque prayed to every deity that would be the end of it. But even he knew it was a futile attempt.

“Do you have a tribe?” Wukong asked, hanging by his tail from Macaque’s favorite tree.

A startled Macaque blinked at the random question. “A what?”

“A tribe. A family. A place to call home?” Wukong asked smoothly even if he wasn’t familiar with the term family until recently he knew it was important.

“Not anymore.” Glaring Macaque returned his focus to his meal.

“Aw.” Wukong knew that look. He had seen plenty of monkeys wear that arura after watching other tribe members die. “Then you should come with me!”

“What?”

“Yeah. You can join my tribe. There are dozens of us back home. Plenty of food and water, you’ll constantly be surrounded by others like us.”

“Other demons?”

“No.” Wukong smiled as though he told a funny joke. “Other monkeys.”

“There is no reason for me to join you.” Macaque stated, wishing he could finish his lunch in peace.

But Wukong wasn’t letting him go that easily. “And there’s no reason for you to refuse.” He stated, ignoring any and all social cues or common sense for respecting personal space.

It went on like that for years. Every day Macaque would awake to find gold eyes staring at him, waiting for his answer to change. Breaks were spent dodging the hyperactive monkie as he tried to eat alone. Training sessions soon found him sparring with the same partner.

The monkie was stubborn no doubt and Macaque feared his actions were slowly breaking down his walls. The pale furred monkie missed having a connection. He adored being able to talk to others, but whenever he opened up he only got hurt.

But maybe, maybe this time could be different…

Wukong was training to obtain immortality. He had already proven to be stronger and more clever than anyone he’d known. The simian showed that he wanted to know him better. He constantly tried to touch his fur, something he called grooming, which felt pretty nice.

Maybe…maybe this time he could truly have a home.

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A streak of light accompanied by a sharp whistle pierced the night sky. For a brief moment, it vanished before exploding in a beautiful display of color and light.

On the monastery’s rooftop, Wukong backflipped in joy at the sight, his golden eyes wide. “Happy New Year!” The monkie cried. In the village below, he could make out dozens of voices echoing the greeting.

It didn’t matter how many times he saw them, fireworks were a sight he always adored. “This has got to be mankind’s greatest invention!” The flowers of fire were simply too beautiful. So unique. Nothing on Flower Fruit Mountain compared to such beauty, it made him thankful he decided to leave.

From the corner of his eye, Wukong noticed that his companion was clutched his ears wincing with every detonation. “You okay, bud?”

“I’m fine. Just loud.” Macaque said. He was truly questioning his sanity by joining Wukong on the roof. Normally he barricaded himself in his room, but his friend was so thrilled about sharing their first New Year together he couldn’t say no.

“Oh.” Somehow the new set of fireworks didn’t look that attractive. “We can go inside if you want.” They were beautiful, but nothing was worth feeling helpless as his friend curled up in pain.

“I’ll be fine. I’m adjusting to the volume. No different than punches that break the sound barrier, right?” Macaque tried flashing a confident grin to varying success.

Wukong suspected that Macaque was lying, but learned enough to know further prying would just cause the other monkie to simply shut out the world. “I’m glad you’re coming with me.”

“You made a persuasive argument.” Anyone who could harass him for nearly five years straight proved their determination.

Wukong playfully stuck his tongue out. “Hehe…Seriously though, I’m happy you chose to be part of my tribe. No one should be alone.”

“Then why have I been for so long.”

“I doubt even Master knows. But you won’t be able to say that anymore.” Wukong wrapped his arms around his best friend. Pulling him close, Wukong faced the fireworks, unconsciously grooming Macaque as he savored every pop of color.

Beneath those gentle digits, Macaque steadied himself against the soothing heartbeat of the one he slowly learned to trust. As the display continued, the pale monkie learned to appreciate the human’s creations. Turns out they weren’t so bad so long as you have the right company.

§~~~~§~~~~§~~~~§

“I’m sorry. You’re what?!” Macaque’s response was perfectly justified. There was no way he just heard what he thought he heard.

Wukong flashed a blinding grin. “I’m heading to the Celestial realm. I’ve been given a position in Celestial Bureaucracy.” Not seeing any problems whatsoever.

“Why?” Just why? From everything he heard about those stuck-up deities, they would never hand over a position to anyone without requiring the completion of an impossible task, much less to a demon. Least of all a demon who has done nothing but terrorize others and unleash chaos whenever he went.

“Don’t know. But I got to go right now.” Wukong shrugged as he finished packing. The Gold Star of Venus was waiting just outside the waterfall.

“But what about Flower Fruit Mountain? What about your subjects? What am I supposed to do? How long are you going to be gone?” Macaque fired off a rapid stream of questions. Panic was beginning to take hold.

Wukong, however, was as calm and confident as ever. “Stop worrying so much. Look I’ll be back as soon as I can. Until then you’re in charge.” He finished as though it was obvious.

“Me!” A white tail nearly burst into twice its normal size in shock. “But I have no idea how to run a Court!”

“Neither do I. Not in the traditional sense at least. Look just keep an eye on things. Protect the monkeys from hunters and malicious demons. Sometimes one of the allied demon kings will ask for some help. It’s nothing you haven’t helped me with before. I’ll be back before you know it. I’m sure you’ll be able to handle things until I get back.”

Seeing his companion and good friend growing even more lost, Wukong closed the distance and took his face in both hands. “This is a good thing. If I can make this work, none of us will ever have to worry about being hunted or not having enough food ever again.”

In a snap, Macaque grabbed the king’s arms. “What if I don’t care about any of that? What if I just want you to stay?”

For the first time in their conversation, Wukong’s cocky attitude vanished replaced with a loving smile. Gently prying Macaque’s claws off his shirt, Wukong placed his cheek on a palm as he kissed the knuckles of another. “I can’t. This is too good an opportunity to pass up. This isn’t goodbye. I’ll keep in touch. The time will fly. We’ll make this work. Trust me.”

“Alright, Wukong. I trust you.” Macaque said, ignoring every fiber of his being that screamed this would end poorly.

“If things go wrong, remember I’m just a telepathic call away.” Summoning his cloud, Wukong back flipped onto it with his bag. “Monkey King, out!”

One sonic boom later and he was gone, along with a good chunk of the cave walls.

“Hpmh. That’s my idiot.”

§~~~~§~~~~§~~~~§

How did this happen? How did this happen?!

One moment they were fighting for their lives against the army of the Celestial Realm and the next Macaque bore witness to Wukong being carted away in a diamond snare.

Now as he stared at the charred remains of what once was a growing village of monkeys, Macaque felt something within him change.

For almost two months he had burned in celestial fires. The sounds of the dead and dying rang out, making his namesake almost bleed. He choked on the ashes of the mortal monkeys. The air had a strangely sweet and bitter taste to it.

Macaque lost count of all the times he charged back into the fires to save as many heartbeats as he could. He wasn’t sure but he suspected he blacked out more than once. With every heartbeat that stilled before he could reach them, a part of him followed them into Yama’s realm.

Finally, the fires had died down. They didn’t have anything left to burn.

All around him he saw the pitiful leftovers of what was once a thriving community. He had treated the survivors the best he could, but he lost his medical equipment in the blaze. The only ones he didn’t have to worry about were the monkeys Wukong made immortal, but he did what he could to ease the pain.

But still, he wondered why…why were they staring at him as though they were confused?

Maybe he was overthinking everything. He just worked through 49 days without any sleep. Everything was stable for now. The best course of action was to wash off the ash and get some much-deserved rest.

There was nothing the Celestial Realm could do to Wukong that he couldn’t handle. Besides Macaque didn’t even know how to get there even if he was at full strength. Wukong couldn’t die so it was only a matter of time before someone tripped up allowing him to return home.

He just had to be patient.

Stepping into the clear river, Macaque’s jaw almost dropped as the water around him immediately turned gray. He didn’t realize he was that filthy.

He started scrubbing himself, ducking under the water to ensure he didn’t miss a spot. He had to move a few times due to the sheer amount of shoot and ash that clung to him. The entire cleaning process took a full hour before the water ran clear.

Stepping out, Macaque felt more refreshed than he ever remembered. Shaking to remove as much access water as possible, all the towels were soot so he had to make do, he paused by the waterside to see how much fur he lost. But what he saw met none of his expectations.

Instead of fur that invoked images of the moon, he was cloaked in the color of the darkest ink.

“What happened to me?”

§~~~~§~~~~§~~~~§

Five hundred years.

Five hundred years he searched, for any trace of the legendary Five-Fingered Moutain Buddha used to trap Sun Wukong only to find nothing. Macaque scoured far and wide. Neither the winds nor the shadows could lead him towards his friend.

He picked fights with countless demons who claimed to witness the great Monkey King brought low. It barely took two punches before they broke down crying how it had been nothing but a lie, how they only repeated rumors.

He bargained for any information he could find, but all accounts claimed the mountain didn’t exist. Many refused to answer him on principle of not interfering with the Celestial Realm’s issues. Their last mistake. Others took Wukoong’s punishment as a sign to amass as much power as possible out of fear that they would be targeted next.

Macaque had witnessed the formation of more alliances and territory grabs in the past century than had been recorded in the last thousand years. Demons were becoming more power-hungry and suspicious, which meant even more trouble for the humans. Things were becoming so chaotic, Macaque had to wonder if it was planned.

But he couldn’t dwell on that.

He hadn’t visited Flower Fruit Moutain in years. His clones kept guard, but slowly he was losing the drive to keep replenishing them. The only reason he called that mountain home was because of Wukong. It wasn’t home without him.

But he had to keep looking. Had to keep trying. He would find his friend.

Somehow.

§~~~~§~~~~§~~~~§

He tricked himself into thinking this would be different. That he would no longer be alone. That finally he had found a family he could keep.

He was an idiot!

The truth was he was no different than anyone else. The world was Sun Wukong’s toy chest and Macaque was merely a shiny new trinket to bat around until he grew bored. Seeing him with that group, knowing that he chose them over their past, was too much.

He was sick of being left behind. He had been left alone so many times. What made him think he couldn’t be replaced?

He could have attacked, ripped their precious monk to pieces, he could have...should have...but he was tired.

Returning to Flower Fruit Mountain was a chore, but one he swore he would never complete again. The monkeys questioned his return, asking where their king was and if he’d return soon. Macaque ignored them all. He simply walked to the part of the manor he and Wukong had shared for years, where he had been waiting for his return.

Staring at all the knickknacks and souvenirs they had collected from their adventures, Macaque made up his mind. Grabbing a large sturdy bag, he swiftly packed his essentials. In another, he packed non-perishable goods and water containers.

Stepping out, a flash of something peach-colored caught his eye. Spinning around, hope burning a hole in his chest but his dreams once more were proved false. It was just the special peach tree Wukong had planted from the leftover pit he had saved from his time in the Celestial Realm. Apparently, it had reached maturity and was proudly bearing the first fruit Macaque had seen despite having been planted nearly half a millennia ago.

Macaque wasn’t sure why it was so special, Wukong just winked and said it was a surprise for when they could share a fresh one. Feeling something wet on his arm, Macaque looked down to see his hand stretched towards the tree and the memories he held. Feeling his cheeks, he realized he was crying, which was strange as he didn’t think he had any tears left.

Spurred by longing and spite, Macaque plucked six peaches from the tree and stuffed them into his bag. It wasn’t like Wukong was going to miss them. And he needed the food.

#lego monkie kid au #Vanishing Shadow Au #six eared macaque #liu er mihou #sun wukong #abandonment issues #no communication #angst #white macaque

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ransprang · 2 years

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Ardbert x hyper!innocent!reader

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As he wandered Eorzea tired and broken, the sun shined right through him. Even the shadows of the trees didn't touch him. He was simply there, in fact, he had been there for nearly a century.

He had seen everything, he had been everywhere. The dreams that were once in his innocent eyes were nothing but a curse now. Yet without hope for himself, he wished to be the beacon of hope for the warrior of light. Remembering the days he had a clear good heart, his jaded eyes lost in the distance as he walked aimlessly through the forest.

He passed by a stream of river quietly in black shroud when suddenly the side of his eye saw something. He stopped in his tracks for he thought he saw a mermaid. But it was just a girl with tanned skin sitting on the river bank wearing what seemed to be a knitted blanket of the shape of a mermaids tail. Despite, having seen everything this was striking even to him. He smiled to himself at the innocence and decided to spend a few minutes observing.

She wore the blanket and spread her arms wide open to embrace the cool breeze. Her hair flowed looking like waves in the sky. Ardbert felt calm just watching. Every once in a while he would take breaks from his long exile by simply looking at something peaceful or beautiful. He could not feel it but he still felt. The girl before him started humming a sweet song as she got down to her antics. A few moments later as the breeze slowed down she took off her mermaid tail blanket and slipped off the dress she was wearing. She checked the water's temperature with her tippy-toe, making a satisfied expression she got in.

As she began bathing herself she looked at the green meadow before her, where Ardbert stood. He never bothered to take cover anymore as the gazes of people of Eorzea fell right through him. He was there but was not. The girl then turned around to the other side and continued. Ardbert wanted to see her face one more time, so he crossed over to the other side and sat patiently on the rock simply observing.

The girl finally spoke, "You should shower too, you look like you haven't cleaned up in years.", Ardbert smiled to himself thinking she was talking to the small bird that had just landed on the grass in front. She spoke a bit more loudly "Can you not hear me? Why are you simply staring at me? Get in the water." The voice struck hard enough to scare away the bird. Ardbert genuinely questioned the sanity of the woman before him, but it was time for him to depart once again.

He got up and started walking slowly. The girl stepped out of the river and wrapped her blanket around her to cover up. "HEY, you over there. Why are you walking away? Who are you?" Ardbert turned around to look at the commotion when he realised she was staring right into his eyes. He silently stood there making eye contact, she is surely not able to see him. No one can see him.

The girl walked up to him, with her head up high she used a confrontational tone "Don't you think it is rude not to reply when someone is talking to you." He looks behind him in a sheer state of confusion, upon seeing no one he uses his voice after a long time "Are you...talking to me?", you snap back " Who else is here?". Ardbert genuinely did not understand this situation nor did he know how to explain himself "I'm sorry I was just...looking, you are beautiful" you pushed against him angrily. "Do you go around making women feel uncomfortable like that?", Ardbert was dumbfounded, he stayed quiet and let the girl before him finish her rant.

Questions spiralled through his mind, 'was everyone able to see him now? A man who was headed towards the forest with hunting supplies noticed this chaos and headed over to it. "My dear lass, are you alright? Don't let the cold get to yer head. Go home." He said as he muttered something about women being insane and walking away.

Ardbert's doubts were confirmed, only this strange girl could see him. He felt a whirlpool of emotions, the way her hands touched his chest despite in a fit of anger. The way she was talking to him and addressing him. He slowly lifted his palm and cupped her cheek. She stopped her rant to look at him in shock. She seemed to be in awe, entranced by his sky blue eyes. The two stood there as the purple rays of twilight fell on them.

"What's your name?" She asked, "Ardbert" he said. "Mine is y/n...sorry about the sudden outburst". Ardbert smiled softly maybe she was supposed to be the holder of light, he knew that she and he had a deep connection.

"Can we be friends?" y/n asked him, Ardbert was tremendously confused at how she had suddenly softened after throwing a fit. He calmly nodded in acceptance of this new friendship. "I am so glad to have made a friend! I am new to this area", Ardbert raised his eyebrow "Where are you from?", "Well I am from Limsa Lominsa," y/n said excitedly, "Do you want to come?". Ardbert had never met someone so impulsive, at least not in the past century. He remained silent letting her do as she wished. With one smooth motion, y/n held his hand and teleported to the Limsa lower decks.

Ardbert had not experienced this feeling in so long, he looked at her and saw his past self. Young, filled with adrenaline for a new adventure and the longing for company. He knew she still did not know about the fact he was a ghost. He was too afraid to reveal it himself, he had just attained her company and did not want to lose it immediately. Y/n grabbed his palm and ran towards Summerford fields, and into Mist where there was a small hut.

Y/n knocked on the door loudly, with a creak the door flung open. Before them stood a tall man, well dressed in a robe and well-fitted leggings. He had his hair neatly swept to the side, he gave a side smile and hugged the girl. Ardbert felt a hint of jealousy not entirely understanding their relationship, but it did not matter his goals were different.

"Daddyyy" she howled happily, making Ardbert let out a relieved sigh, "This is Ardbert and we are best friends," she said while pointing to the air beside her. The man squinted his eyes to get a better look, but he simply assumed she spoke of an imaginary friend and laughed. "Well come on in, bring your best buddy for dinner too". Ardbert was in a situation he never thought he would be in, he had given up all hope, but in this hyper girl, he saw light again.

Her father began setting up the dinner table, a roast Aldgoat was placed as the centrepiece. Warm bread was kept in a basket beside a wine decanter. The girl pulled a chair for Ardbert to sit, but he knew he would fall right through it. So he politely declined. Upon seeing her dejected expression he used his core strength to hold himself in a seated position while she sat on the chair right beside him.

Her father sat at the end of the table, he smiled at his daughter's antics, "Well my dear daughter tell me about this friend you bring", She chirped back, "He sat beside the river as I showered, but I don't know why I felt drawn towards him, we both became friends shortly after". The father looked at the bread on his plate and said "haha, well I am happy my daughter is enjoying herself."

Ardbert did not eat stating his lack of hunger, she didn't push him either. After the meal, she stood up and asked her father, "May I share my room with my friend tonight?", "Why, yes you can dear. Usually, no boys are allowed, but he can be an exception" her father laughed to himself as he retired for the night.

Ardbert was overtaken by confusion, perhaps her father was simply used to this. But sharing a room with a woman who can touch him? made him feel a tad bit uncomfortable, yet excited. She grabbed Ardbert by his wrist and took him into her room which held a dresser, mirror and a single bed. He looked around painfully wondering how the night would pan out. She hopped into her bed and asked him to join her. "I can't, I feel uncomfortable on a bed" He lied knowing he would fall through. She immediately laid down on the floor gesturing him to join.

Ardbert slowly lay next to her and stared up at the ceiling. It had a broken patch through which the stars on the empty night shone. "I was a warrior, but I made too many mistakes," He said looking up, this time he knew someone could hear him. Y/n turned her head towards him, "What kind of mistakes?". "Big mistakes that ended everything, but I am sure you are tired. Let's sleep, this is a topic for another day". She hugged him like a bolster and gave him a forehead kiss, then closed her eyes.

A warm feeling rose from within Ardbert and his eyes were filled with water. He hugged back and closed his eyes tightly knowing he won't fall asleep. Her knee laid directly below the helm of Ardbert's pants. She suddenly pushed him away and sat upright. Ardbert too sat up confused "What happened y/n?", "You have a knife in your pocket." She said angrily while blatantly ignoring the bloody axe that hung behind his shoulders. "I have no knife", Ardbert said in defence. "Yes you do and you plan to kill me tonight", Ardbert stood up this time rage filling his face "What are you even saying?" He had reminisced his time when he was a good man and how much he hated being the bad guy even with the warriors of darkness, such an accusation made his blood boil.

She stood up and plopped her hand on what she thought was a knife, but was simply an erection. Rage left Ardbert's body as he turned red due to embarrassment. "What is this then? Do you plan to pierce me with this tonight?" She spat at him with tears. She felt betrayed by her new friend. Ardbert stood there silently before holding her and saying "I haven't pierced anyone with this in more than a century. But I assure you this weapon does not hurt.", She looked intrigued "It does not hurt? What kind of weapon is this? Well, I want to test it out"

Ardbert pushed her down onto the floor and pulled his pants down. He revealed to her a massive 8-inch fleshy organ that she had never seen before...her mouth open in shock "What is this weapon..." Ardbert wasted no time in spreading her legs wide apart and in a moment of lust and longing entered her. She gasped in pain and delight. He pounded on top of her as she dug her nails into the back of his neck. "Ah Ardbert slows down", but Ardbert was beyond control now. He hadn't wet his willy in so long, he couldn't even touch himself. Her punani lips were spread wide open due to his thick nethers entering, but to the naked eye, she was making love to the starry sky.

Ardbert satisfied himself till the morning light flooded the room. He was panting and laid down beside her. "I liked your weapon Ardie," she said exhausted from the night's events. He smirked "I've heard that one before", she got up all ready and filled with adrenaline "Let's go slay some demons with it now!". Ardbert was getting used to her behaviour at this point, he too got up and exclaimed "Yes, let's go". Together, you both held hands and became the warriors of love.

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iricathel · 2 years

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🧩 [ DOUBLE ] ; the sender penetrates the receiver with two objects/toys/etc. For Irina 👀 🧩

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[ DOUBLE ] ; the sender penetrates the receiver with two objects/toys/etc.

Between agitated gasps that compacted with the ragged breaths, the blonde let her slippery hands slip under the fine black silk fabric that covered his pale chiseled torso so she could polish with her fingertips the smooth flesh that felt like white marble. Her moist tongue slid along the neck of her dear beloved tracing passionate kisses against his skin that could turn into reddish marks or soft lovebites until they reached, crossing his jaw, to his lower lip to be able to bite it.

"My, my. I don't know what's going on tonight that we're more anxious than usual, don't you think?" Irina released her whisper against the opponent's lips before licking them and parting a bit to, resisting her urge to take revenge and simply tear off the garment, grab it with its lower corners so she can pull it up over his head and finally pull it off. The young vampiress crouched down a little to get closer to Ruki's exposed collarbones where without a second thought, she slowly sank her fangs in a careful way just after placing an affectionate kiss. Red rivulets were not far from the two perforations as they were collected by the quick tongue of the blonde who enjoyed her bloody feast that satiated her needy throat. "Ah... Really, your blood tastes like a delight, as if absorbing the sweet nectar of a ragweed." Irina praised like if she was an expert critic in the flavors of all the vital liquids in the world to continue gobbling with greater emotion, letting out pleased hums as she swallowed.

Once the woman with golden strands like the foam of a French champagne considered that she had had enough, she freed the vampire by running her tongue across the plains so as not to waste the paths of blood that threatened to come out. Gazing with a gleam of amusement at her masterpiece, Irina raised her jade gaze to intertwine with the opaque sapphires as if in an endless whirlpool.

"Being totally honest, I could spend eternity watching you without getting tired. You are like a spark that makes me happy every minute, second and day of my life." The blonde passed one of her hands across the raven man's forehead to remove a few black strands from her path, preventing her from admiring him completely.

And as if it had been a diversionary tactic, the Owl wasted no time in pulling the Mukami playfully towards the bed to climb on top and sit comfortably on his lap. "Don't complain about this, at least it would be nice if I had a point of view from above, huh. I don't have it every day." She teased, letting out a small giggle to trace imaginary doodles with her fingers on his bare abdomen. "It would be great if we tried something... different tonight, hm? I know you love foreplay, so we could entertain ourselves with it~" Irina crooned with a smug lighting up her face to lean in, bringing their faces dangerously close as her hand calmly went about unzipping his pants. "I'm dying to know what that kinky mind of yours could be up to..." She quickly kissed his cheek, moving to the tip of his nose and down to his lips in a new agitated kiss, eager to slide her tongue inside his oral cavity so they could entangle their tongues in a tango dance while his hand was in charge of intruding under the layers of clothing beginning to caress his V line until reaching the tip of his member, where he began to stimulate with circular movements with the palm of his hand to liven up the situation.

#rukina #ruki mukami #irina avenel #diabolik lovers oc #rp #interaction #long post #nasty crusty in process¿?#lightly crusty

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peace-coast-island · 3 years

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Diary of a Junebug

Taking our sweet time (seriously, there's no need to hurry)

Whenever life gets too much to handle it should be socially acceptable to say fuck it and peace out for a while. I get that constant procrastination isn't good but sometimes you really need to step back and take a goddamn break.

You don't have to take on the world all at once - in fact you don't have to do anything at all just to feel worthy of something. It's the little things that matter and your worth shouldn't be measured solely by your achievements. There's nothing wrong with being average - or even below that - what should matter is that you're happy and doing what you like.

At least that's what I'm hoping to get across to Pai and her adventuring companions. From burnout to things not going as planned due to factors out of everyone's control, they are definitely in need of a break.

Pai's stepping into the world of perilous adventuring after running across Connie, a wanderer who's made a name for themselves in Bonsai Harbor. Connie's from another world, having been separated from their sibling. Along the way, they saved Pai from being eaten by a slime crystal monster, so now Pai feels indebted to them. They haven't known each other for too long but they act like old, playfully bickering buds.

While trying to find their footing, Pai suggested seeking help from the Knights of Windwail and the Adventurer's Guild. Then they got wrapped up in adventuring, world quests, and earned the status of honorary knights. Along the way they came across other adventurers from the Knights and the Guild, forming their own adventure team.

Amber was the first friend Connie and Pai made at Bonsai Harbor. She was the one who taught Connie how to use a wind glider as well as the ins and outs of the city. As an outrider of Windwail and master pyro archer with ties to the Adventurer's Guild, she got them covered. Pai says that they're lucky they ran into Amber as she knows a lot about pretty much everything Bonsai Harbor. It's fun listening to her talk about her home, the other team members, and their latest adventures - she's basically the group's spokesperson.

The second friend they met is also a knight, Captain Lucien, also known as Luci to friends and elders. He's a well known swordfighter with piercing cryo powers that can freeze anything for a short time. Luci was a big help for Connie and Pai when they got cornered by fireball slimes. In return, the duo offered to help him retrieve a stolen katana, which resulted in them discovering other lost weapons and earned the trust and respect of the head of the Windwail Knights.

Noelle and Bennett were next to join the gang of adventurers, coming to them at the right time by chance. Connie, Pai, Amber, and Luci were ambushed on the outskirts of the city while on an investigation when their reinforcements came to the rescue.

Pai summoned Noelle by accident as she happened to be nearby when things were going south. Noelle is who they call a maid without a master - meaning she does things like cleaning, cooking, and running errands for pretty much anyone who calls for her. Rumor has it that one can easily summon Noelle just by calling out her name to the wind, which is what Pai did. As a fighter, Noelle can summon a geo shield that provides healing powers when activated, plus she's got a badass looking claymore sword that's not only great for fighting off enemies, but also for mining and destroying obstacles.

Bennett also happened to be nearby when the gang was attacked. He's an adventurer with pyro powers who hasn't had too much luck in recruiting members for his group. He's a good fighter, but for some reason things never really work out in his favor, so that's why no one seeks him out. It's a shame because he's a sweet and likable guy but his bad luck overshadows the good. Up until meeting Connie and Pai, he was considering giving up as an adventurer because he wasn't getting anywhere. Then he heard Pai screaming for help and came running along.

Since Noelle and Bennett didn't have anything better to do, they decided to tag along. Noelle still gets summoned once in a while, mainly for menial tasks that don't take too much out of her day. Of course, with the gang being all the way over here at the camp, they're all on vacation from their jobs - most for the first time in years, if ever.

It's a good thing Pai dragged them out here because they all deserve a vacation. And not only that, they deserve regular vacations - time where they can breathe and do nothing without feeling guilty. Given what they've all done over the past several weeks, it's no wonder they're feeling burnt out.

After saving the city and earning the status of honorary knights, Connie and Pai set out to explore the nearby city of Starcatcher. Before heading off, they gained another member - Seraphina the idol of the Windwail Church. She's got hydro powers and the ability to heal. She was the one who helped Connie sneak into the cathedral basement to retrieve a cursed artifact and came to the rescue in the nick of time by healing the gang during a showdown with a monster terrorizing the city.

At Starcatcher, the gang met up with Xingqiu and Xiang. Connie and Pai had met Xiang earlier when she was visiting the harbor and helped her gather ingredients for a cooking contest. Connie was hoping to run into Xiang again in the near future so as soon as they arrived at the city, they went looking for her. Apparently they just missed her as she was out on another culinary adventure.

Then Connie and the others were caught up in commissions there, getting familiar with the city. While searching for a rare book, they met Xingqiu, a descendant of a once prosperous family who helped the gang get through the red tape for intel. He's a master swordfighter with hydro powers that can form powerful whirlpools. Pai and Luci were a bit skeptical of him as he seemed to pop in and out whenever he wanted without explaining, but in the end he earned their trust.

Xiang finally met up with the gang not too long after they finished a mission involving finding jade fragments in the ruins. She joined just in time to help take down a bunch of ruin guards, except that didn't go so well. The gang barely made it out alive before having to retreat and Sera and Noelle's healing powers can only help so much. So they decided to put that off and focus on other missions.

But then the quests started to pile up as more of them were beyond their scope. According to Luci, all of them are capable fighters - on their own. As a team, their biggest problem is that they're too slow, especially when it comes to fighting large monsters like ruin guards. The problem lies with efficiency - the team lacks coordination. That, along with the group not being the most prepared or equipped - the latter is something they're trying to fix - is what's dragging the team down.

Though, to be fair, no one really knows what they're doing. After all, Pai and Connie met by chance and their team just kinda fell together. We don't know if we're getting any closer to helping Connie reunite with their family, which is the main reason why they're going on all these missions. As for the others, they're just there for the ride, not knowing exactly what they're doing either, but are more than happy to help when needed.

I have to say, I'm flattered that Pai decided to take Connie and the others all the way here. I don't know where Bonsai and Starcatcher are other than really, really far out there. Pai doesn't really come out here much - I think she only comes to see Jamie, so I'm guessing that's how she knows about the camp. I also heard it's not easy to travel from where's she's from as they're pretty much like different dimensions, making it even more impressive.

So far, I think the break's been helping out a lot. It's been nice getting to know the others and just hanging out with them. Again, it's kinda sad that most of them had never taken a vacation before, so the idea of leisure took some getting used to. Aside from introductions, we mostly steered away from talking about quests and missions.

Noelle, of course, enjoys running errands. She likes collecting fruit, fish, and bugs, and getting to know the campers. Noelle kinda reminds me of my mom as she finds doing things like cleaning relaxing. It's not surprising that she likes speed cleaning videos as they can be satisfying to watch. I wouldn't mind watching videos with Noelle sweeping the cabin or scrubbing the counters - she makes those tasks look fun!

Amber's into hiking and climbing into high places where she can jump off and glide. She's teaching me and Daisy Jane how to glide and it's a bit terrifying, though I'm slowly getting the hang of it. I think that's the closest I'll ever get to flying!

Now that she has a lot of free time on her hands, Amber wants to make custom gliders for the team - and for me, Daisy Jane, and Isabelle as well. They look hard to make, so the fact that they can be made by hand is impressive. All of Amber's gliders are handmade and it takes a special skill to not only make a glider that looks pretty but also functional. She used to take orders for custom made gliders before things got too busy so she's glad to be getting back into it. I can't wait to see how they turn out!

Seraphina has been getting into impromptu jam sessions with the campers, putting on a little concert every night so far. She's got a lovely voice with a pure sweetness I find endearing. Being out here at the camp has helped her get back into singing so she hopes the nightly concerts will keep her going. Her love for poetry shows through her lyrics as she has a way with words and evoking emotions through imagery.

She says the camp kinda reminds her of Bonsai Harbor, particularly the meadows, which probably explains why she's inspired to sing again. As much as she enjoys adventuring, she misses her home a lot. Still, Seraphina knew what she was signing up for when she wanted to tag along with Connie and Pai. While her roots are in Bonsai Harbor, she wanted to take the opportunity to explore the world around her. If it wasn't for Connie and Pai, who knows when she'll get another chance to do so?

Luci, as expected, took some adjusting to the whole idea of leisure. He's not what they consider the workaholic type - in fact, he's pretty lax - but he's the kind of person who's mind is usually on work mode. He's task oriented, always thinking about getting stuff done, preferably without too much time and effort. It's understandable that he wants the team to be in tip top shape by practicing their fighting skills and coordinating their efforts, but it's not healthy to be constantly focusing on that. After all, the main reason why they're all here is to get their minds off that.

While there will be fighting practices eventually, for now it's best to take it easy. According to the others, Luci's not one to stress out over things, so the fact that he is starting to get a little bit stressed is a warning sign. He was a bit restless and fidgety at first, but he's in a completely unfamiliar place and not doing any adventuring or knight stuff for the first time ever so it's understandable. In a way it kinda feels like post grad life when you're pretty much done with school forever and now you don't know what to do with yourself.

Like Noelle, Luci's been running errands and hanging with the campers. He's been trying a bit of everything - hiking, fishing, bug catching, gardening, building furniture - he's a jack of all trades. So far, he's been enjoying all these activities, especially crafting stuff with Reese and Cyrus. In fact, when he got a look at Daisy Jane's gyroid designs, he wanted to join in on the fun too!

Looks like the adventure team's gonna be back at the camp for a gyroid event (or more) as Noelle, Amber, Xiang, and Seraphina want to design stuff as well. So there's potential for many more visits, which will be amazing!

Xiang's been cooking up a storm - figuratively for the most part. Thankfully, since it's outdoors, damage was minimal - though it's fire so while it wasn't that bad, the potential for disaster was high. Thankfully Seraphina and Xingqiu quickly put out the fires so crisis averted.

She's the kind of chef who likes experimenting in the kitchen, coming up with the most unusual recipes. Apparently the slime creatures they fight off leave essences that can be edible, so she keeps vials of them. Fire ones are spicy, wind ones have a dry, bitter flavor, icy ones are kinda minty with a hint of honey, water ones are umami - it's interesting to learn about. Other unusual ingredients Xiang has on hand are ground up boar horns, jade sparkledust, snowflake ash, and clearfish scales.

Don't let the unusual ingredients fool you - most of her food is not only edible, but also delicious. There's a reason why the gang isn't worried about starving if stranded in the middle of nowhere. Xiang can even make dirt edible - something which she's trying to do but hasn't figured out yet.

Xingqiu has taken an interest in gardening, which is perfect because I have been once again neglecting my garden. Maybe neglecting is a strong word but lately, other than flower events, I haven't been planting much. I'm trying to keep up with that but it's so much effort, especially trying to cross-pollinate for rare flowers. Xingqiu considers himself a novice when it comes to planting flowers but he's already got much better luck than me with getting rare seeds. I think his water powers have something to do with the blooms coming out more vibrant and full than usual.

He and Noelle have also been into taking interior decor classes with Lotte at the Happy Room Academy. Speaking of that, I've kinda fallen behind on those classes too. Sunny's rank is Legend while I've been lingering at Master - I didn't even know there was a Legend rank until Sunny told me.

Well, just because I run the camp doesn't mean I can do everything. I've tried, but as the camp grew, I had to learn how to prioritize. While I can put in some time to gardening and catching up with Happy Room Academy classes, they're not something I really want to do. As for gardening, I kinda have a love-hate thing so tending to that feels more like a chore than a fun activity. I'm not the best at gardening and I'm okay with that.

As for Connie, they've been working nonstop since meeting Pai. They've kinda fallen into the leader role by default and as a result has been under a lot of pressure. They mentioned feeling a bit guilty, like being miscast in a role or something. There's also the fact that Connie pretty much started from the ground up, so they worked extra hard to earn everyone's respect as well as be able to fight in combat on the same level as the others. They've done so much in such a short time, Pai was right in trying to get them to slow down.

Like Luci said, they're all capable fighters, but as a team they still have a lot to learn. To put it bluntly, compared to other adventurers in terms of combat and strategy, they're pretty average. All of them admit they're a bit of a mess - then again, who isn't? As much as they have accomplished together, there's always a voice in the back of their minds questioning whether they could've done better. And it's not just themselves, it's also the societal pressure to not only do well, but to exceed and be the best. While that tries to be a motivating message, it does more harm than good.

That brings me back to my main point - you don't have to be exceptional at what you do. It's a message I'm still learning myself, especially since I grew up in a culture where I'm told that I'm not trying hard enough if I'm not constantly pushing my limits. Despite what society wants you to think, it's okay to be average, to just be.

After all, none of them chose to adventure for status and prestige - they're pretty much here because they seek excitement and want to help Connie. As for Connie, they never expected to become somewhat a hero in Bonsai Harbor and Starcatcher, they just wanted to help others. So what if they stumble more than fly? Just because all of them can't take down a massive monster doesn't make them less capable as adventurers - it just means combat isn't one of their strong suits yet - and that's okay. After all, they're still getting to know each other and such.

For now, we're all just gonna take our sweet time just chilling out. Self-care's important, but sometimes we get so caught up in everything else that we put ourselves last.

#animal crossing #animal crossing pocket camp #Diary of a Junebug #headcanon ramble

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xathia-89 · 5 years

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Reading a Hedgehog

I quickly made my way through the castle, aware of the timings and that I was likely keeping Ieyasu waiting. The maids had mentioned a festival, and then Nobunaga told Ieyasu he was escorting me to it once I expressed an interest. Ieyasu acted like a hedgehog, all prickles and growls as I caught my breath just before the gates. I was surprised that he wasn’t there and then heard his sandals clacking against the ground. A smile broke my lips as I realised that for once I wasn’t the only one who had lost track of a time.

He made a noise in greeting and then made a gesture to follow him closely. In our previous meetings, there had always been someone else there and Ieyasu was incredibly quick to keep pawning me off on anyone else he could. The noises of the festival were a delight, the chatter of sellers as music was free flowing from a platform somewhere near the middle, and the smells were to die for. I felt like a giddy school girl, whilst I was in the presence of the grumpiest individual who never wanted to be there.

“Why are you even trying to keep this close to me?” I asked after I was pulled back into arm’s range for the third time, only to find a different warlord tilting his head at me. “Hideyoshi? What are you doing here?”

“I came to find you. I figured Ieyasu would have tried to lose you by now,” he sighed tiredly.

I popped a warm dumpling into his mouth as he yawned. “He’s just been looking for the chance to dump me with someone I think,” I corrected, not being able to see the blonde Ieyasu in the immediate vicinity. Hideyoshi nodded as he chewed and swallowed. “He’ll probably be trying to sneak out without me at some point-”

“Natsuki!” An angry voice interrupted me, and a disgruntled Ieyasu appeared. “I told you about staying within arm’s reach,” he scolded.

“I have a castle full of warlords who are all apparently quite happy to go to war to get me back, I really don’t think there’s any idiot that’s insane enough to take you guys on and kidnap me again,” I smiled, referring back to Kennyo’s attempt to lure Nobunaga out on the ex-abbot’s terms for a battle. It had been the sly techniques of Mitsuhide and Hideyoshi who had gotten me back unharmed and without an all-out offensive.

Both Ieyasu and Hideyoshi paused at that point, realising that I was most likely in one of the safest places I could be usually.

“Actually, I wouldn’t put it past Masamune to try kidnapping you now and taking you back to his manor,” Hideyoshi eventually replied as some of his female fans spotted him and were heading over to get him to hang out with them.

“Or Mitsuhide,” Ieyasu briskly added, then firmly took hold of my hand. “Don’t get any ideas, I’m just keeping you where I can see and feel you.”

“You’re a hedgehog,” I snorted. “Though I think even they have soft bellies once you get past all the prickles.”

Hideyoshi waved at us as he left with his followers, and then we were interrupted by Masamune who was spending time with his vassals and trying out all the food. Ieyasu was steered towards a stall that specialised in spicy foods as he left me at the mercy of Masamune.

“You two were looking pretty close there,” he smirked, his blue eye glimmering dangerously under the lanterns.

“Yeah, he insisted on holding my hand so we wouldn’t keep getting separated after the first five times it happened and then we ran into Hideyoshi and now you,” I laughed, waving it off. “I shouldn’t be that surprised to find you amongst all the food stalls should I?” I smiled as Ieyasu returned and sat directly between me and Masamune. “I’m not sure there’s enough wasabi on any of that,” I lightly teased as Yojiro pointed me in the direction of a sushi stall, and escorted me with the permission of his lord.

I watched them both with avid interest from afar as Yojiro smiled knowingly. “I think they’re all trying to push Ieyasu to admit the truth, Lord Hideyoshi and Lord Masamune were discussing it in depth this morning with Lord Nobunaga.”

“I think warlords are the worst gossipers possible, if there are any feelings on Ieyasu’s part then it’s only in the minds of those three,” I laughed, grateful that it was soon my turn to order the food.

The sake had come from nowhere it seemed, and Mitsuhide along with it. Masamune was judging the man with vivid interest and kept his cup well away from the serpent. I smiled as Ieyasu began a very one-sided argument with Mitsunari who had met up with his lord, Hideyoshi, at some point and rescued him from the fangirl group. The stall holders began to circle us as a group, ensuring that we were all topped up with food and drink as the evening went on. I was starting to feel the effects of too many cups of sake and was considering how to get back to the castle when Mitsuhide suspiciously offered me a hand.

“Was it that obvious?” I sheepishly asked as we stepped away from the festival, my hand hanging onto his arm.

“You do have the delightful trait of wearing your emotions openly, it makes you an easy book to read,” Mitsuhide smiled.

“Your smiles never reach your eyes,” I blurted out without thinking and stunned Mitsuhide out of his next quip. “You smile all the time, but you look so lonely,” once I started apparently I couldn’t quite stop myself as I found that I was being backed up into a wall by the warlord who had taken my words as a slap to the face.

“And if I said I was lonely?” He somberly asked, his arms blocking me from escaping from his searching gaze.

I began to stutter out a response, but couldn’t form a thought to even start a coherent sentence with. His eyes were whirlpools and I was drowning in them as they drew closer.

“If I said I was lonely, would you stay with me?” He whispered into my ear, his breath hot on my skin as I could feel the blush light up my cheeks.

“Hey!” An irritated voice broke the spell Mitsuhide had woven, and a scary looking Ieyasu was now storming over to us, and practically threw the other warlord across the street. He then was glaring menacingly at Mitsuhide as he hoisted me into his arms bridal style and carried me off to the castle. “Honestly, what were you thinking, going off with Mitsuhide in that state?” He muttered to me.

“I thought he was just going to take me back to the castle,” I meekly responded.

“Well, you should know better by now,” Ieyasu sighed. “We’re going to my manor, Nobunaga will be back in a few days and he’s entrusted me to look after you so it’ll be easier there.”

“Yeah, easier to look after me there,” I replied, trying to hold the disappointment back in my voice.

The maids had a room set up for me a few rooms away from Ieyasu’s as soon as we arrived. In the morning, it was a lot easier to look at things with a sober head. Ieyasu definitely had no feelings for me, he just didn’t want to get in trouble with Nobunaga and let Mitsuhide mess with my head. I stretched out before getting changed into some clothes that had been laid out for me. Staying here would only lead to boredom as I opened the door of my room, and Ieyasu was paused about to knock and announce himself.

“I was just about to look for you,” I said, surprised that he was here so early.

“I was beginning to think you’d never get up,” Ieyasu snorted. “How much sake did you have to drink?”

“I thought going with Mitsuhide was a good plan, so I’m going with enough to disrupt my judgement,” I replied in a snarky tone.

“Doesn’t take much to do that,” the warlord replied.

“I did also then make the decision to let you decide to bring me back here instead of Azuchi, so definitely got my impaired judgement,” I added, raising an eyebrow at him. “I was going to ask about going back to Azuchi, I have sewing orders to work on.”

“I’ve been told you’re staying here, there are repairs happening to the castle so the staff took on Nobunaga’s advice, and he told them that you would be under my care anyway,” he rolled his eyes. “One of the seamstresses said she would bring by your things later.”

“Fair enough, I’d be bored otherwise, and annoying you,” I smiled.

“Stop smiling at men,” he gruffly ordered, immediately looking away. “They’ll get the wrong idea.”

“I smile all the time, no one gets the wrong idea,” my confusion was clear in my tone, and even more so in my expression as Ieyasu lifted my chin with a finger. His eyes were of the darkest jade, jewels sparkling with the sunlight as I started to recall the emotions he had shown the previous night in the alley. “...they’re all right about this aren’t they?” I whispered as electricity soared through me.

“You’re more oblivious than Mitsunari,” Ieyasu muttered before his lips crashed against mine with a scorching passion that swept me off my feet. My arms locked around his neck to give me something to hold onto in the storm, my fingers tangled in his hair as his arms kept my body flush against his. Every parting of our lips was to gather enough breath to fuel the next kiss.

He introduced me to a little fawn that he kept outside of his room once we were sat on the veranda and enjoying the afternoon sun. She was adorable, and the jealousy was apparent from miles away once she took immediately to my affections and accepted the food without a second thought from my outstretched hand.

Ieyasu was being sulky and insisted I sit on his lap as the sun sunk into the evening hues of the sky. The back of my head was resting against his shoulder with his arms around my waist as the air was peaceful around us.

“I still think you’re a hedgehog,” I murmured softly. “Once you get past the prickly outside, it’s a soft belly,” I smiled and nuzzled my nose against his cheek.

“If you tell anyone else that then I will leave you in Azuchi,” he grumbled before planting a kiss on my forehead.

#ikesen #Ikémen Sengoku #ikemen sengoku #Ieyasu Tokugawa

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trainerlynda · 2 months

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[Lynda is offline!]

[Jade is online!]

... oh dear

#pokeblogging #pokemon irl #Whirlpool Emotions (Jade)

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kor-knight · 7 years

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Darkness Prevails ch 5

So part of me is concerned on whether people like my story or not. I know it’s dark, and probably poorly written. I don’t know. If you guys like it, maybe some feedback to help me? If not its ok. I understand.

Innocence is often taken for granted.

Often misconceived as a rite of passage once broken.

Betty had been one of the sappy girls, the ones who spent hours on end fantasizing about her first time. Room full of candles, rose petals, sensual music in the background. But most importantly, it would be with someone she was in love with.

Or so she had hoped anyway.

And although Jughead had confessed his love for her, she didn’t know if she felt the same.

“Earth to Betts.” Jughead was waving a hand in front of her face, failing to break her distant eyes.

Shaking her head, Betty stared blankly at the raven haired boy in front of her. “We… we – uh – I’m sorry. What did you just say?” She managed to squeak out, face so red it put Archie’s hair to shame.

Rolling his eyes, he chuckled. “Sex Betty. You know, where a guy and a girl are physically attracted to one another, so they shed their clothes and-”

“LA LA LA” Betty cut him off, slapping her hands to her ears and shaking her head vigorously.

Laughing again, Jughead pulled her hands away and wrapped them in his own. “Betty.” Her head snapped up at the sound of her name. “Betty, it was just sex. Why? What’s up?”

Her mind went blank.

How had she agreed to have sex with Jughead of all people? To give up what made her pure and innocent? To just hand over the one thing she had complete control over. Her body began to shake, mind racing a mile a minute. Her fingers itched to pierce skin, to clear the fog and help her breath. His eyes filled with alarm, no doubt aware of her rising panic attack.

“Betty, look at me.” His voice was calm, steady in comparison to her raging emotions. How was he so calm? She spun on her heel, needing space to think. Jughead reached for her hand, but she pulled away quickly.

“This isn’t – no...” She trailed off, voice just barely above a whisper. She continued to retreat, both within herself, and further from him physically. He reached for her again, but she scampered away with ease.

“Betty. Please.” His voice broke, the pain so evident it momentarily pulled her out of the deep end.

She doesn’t want to ask, but so desperately needs to know. “Did I…” she swallows a lump in her throat, “did I … agree?” She trails off, placing her hands on her thighs and applying ample pressure. Not enough to break the skin, but well enough to ground her in the moment. Present.

What a sharp intake of breath, Jughead retracts his hand and steels his features. “Are you seriously asking if I -” his voice dips to just above a whisper, “-if I raped you?” His face was a whirlwind of emotion; pain, anger, pity, disappointment. But out of it all, the most prominent was surprise.

Then he did something Betty assumed was the start of a mental breakdown.

Jughead laughed.

The laugh wasn’t genuine. Betty could tell right away. It was more raw, like a gaping wound staring at you, or an exhausted parent laughing at their dysfunctional child.

She opened her mouth to say something, but closed it at the jaded look from Jughead. Her body still shook from anxiety, but when he stepped forward again, she didn’t pull away. He reached out and gingerly plucked her fingers away from her thighs, linking both hands within his.

Sighing, Jughead began. “When I kissed you, I didn’t intend for it to reach that point. I didn’t even realize I was actually kissing you till it was too late. I know to girls, sex is … special.” She was eyeing him closely. “But after everything else that happened earlier in the night, I don’t know. I just couldn’t stop. Didn’t want to stop.” He exhaled, catching his breath and avoiding her eyes. “I asked if you wanted to, and you say yes. I asked so many times, and you just kept saying yes. I was so happy. I could finally be with Betty Cooper, resident sweetheart and keeper of my heart.” His face lowered to their joined hands as he placed soft kisses on her fingers.

When he spoke again, his voice was raw, choking on his own emotions. “You almost died Betty. I couldn’t stand the idea of losing you before I could feel what it was like to kiss you. Even if just once.”

Minutes passed, silence feeding off Betty’s whirlpool of emotions. Finally, she pulled one of her hands free, smiling slightly when Jughead lets out a sad sigh. He releases her other hand, and hung his head. As he starts turning around, no doubt retreating away, Betty launches herself into his arms. Taken aback, but quick to recover, he wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her close.

“I’m sorry” was all she said, muffled from her face burrowed in his neck.

“For what?”

She pulls out of his arms, but lowers her hands to his wrists. “For pulling away before. For leaving you.” She’s eyeing his arms, still covered by the leather. Knowing what she’s looking at though, he quickly diverts her attention.

“I already told you Betts, that’s not from you. Or Archie. I was doing this long before you guys left.” He spoke about it in present tense, piquing her curiosity. Reaching down, she gingerly wraps her fingers around his wrist and pulls the jacket sleeve up to his elbow.

Gasping, she places a hand to her mouth, muffling sobs from within. The marks she’d seen that night were nothing in comparison to some of the others he adorned. He pulls a hand up to her chin, and tilts it so she’s looking at his face, not his survival.

“Betty, you didn’t do this. You didn’t know about it. You couldn’t have stopped it.” He leans forward, placing a light kiss on her nose, trying desperately to distract her.

As she opens her mouth to say something, the bell rings. Signaling the end of 5th period.

“Shit. Wait, I mean… uh, darn.” Jughead just laughs at her. “I need to get back before I miss last period.” Sighing, he just nods.

“Uh – quick question.” She blurts out, before he can turn to head into the school.

“What’s up?”

“What exactly… are we?”

“I don’t know. How about I take you to Pops and we find out?” He winks at her, and retreats into the school before she can decline. Smiling to herself, she just pulls out her phone and calls a taxi.

Betty makes it to Riverdale High in less than 20 minutes, a new record. She should start keeping track. As she jogs up the steps to the front doors, Chuck appears from behind them.

“Well well well. If it isn’t little miss princess.” Stopping dead in her tracks, Betty grips her phone till her knuckles turn white.

“What do you want, Chuck.” Her voice dips with venom at his name, causing him to smirk.

“Oh I was just checking up on why our star student wasn’t in 5th or 6th period.” He takes a step forward, reaching out to caress her cheek. She pulls away quickly, steadying herself from tumbling down the steps.

“Do not, touch me.” His smile was pure evil, feigning innocence.

“So you’d rather let a Serpent run his dirty little hands over you, than the quarterback?” Mock hurt sprawls over his features, as she digests what he just said.

“What are you talking about?”

“I have eyes everywhere, Betty. I know you went to Southside High today. And the only people who go to that school are drug dealers, or serpents. Mostly a mix of both.” Her heart drops at the mention of her trip, no doubt worried her mom will find out.

Steeling her features, she pushes past him and heads into the school. The bell rings, and the halls fill with her peers. Groups melting together, quick hellos and goodbyes before the next bell rings. Betty just sighs, the hole in her chest getting bigger. As she heads to her last class, a few girls pipe up beside her.

“Isn’t she the one who Chuck fucked?” Laughter amongst the group. Betty turned to look at them, but another whisper to her left caught her attention.

“So she sleeps with Chuck, then dumps him for some Southside trash? What a bitch.” Her breathing becomes short, fingers curling in to dig deep, keep her grounded.

The rumors keep coming. Everyday is something different. Someone new asking for her number, or what position she liked the best. Guys would walk by and grab her thigh, or sit beside her and lay a hand on her leg. She was getting less and less sleep, up all hours with no chance of resting.

2 weeks had past since her visit to Southside. She actually liked it there, tending to visit more and more as the atmosphere of Riverdale became more hostile. She never gave Jughead a full reason why she would visit so often either, just saying she had free periods and left it at that. She suspected he didn’t mind, since she was around so often.

Today was a particularly bad day though. Everyone seemed to be saying something to her, or about her, or grabbing at her. She had walked up to her locker, unlocking it to get her math book when a hand came up and rested on her ass, then pulled away and dropped back down with a loud smack sound.

Turning abruptly, she came face to face with Chuck Clayton once more.

“Hey there, Serpent Slut.” His voice was riddled with sexual tension, smirking at her startled features.

Hurrying out of the halls, she heads for the Blue&Gold office, her retreat from the hectic school. As she enters, she slams the door,locking and leaning back against it. Hot tears slide down her face, unaware of the crying even starting. She pulls out her phone, unable to decide who to call.

Before she knows it, her fingers are dialing, and the phone is ringing. Incapable of hanging up, a familiar voice speaks up on the other end.

“Hello?”

“Juggie...” Her voice is little over a whisper, and panic rises in his voice.

“Betty?? Betty what happened. Where are you?” Muffled sounds in the background indicate movement.

“School.”

“I’ll be right there, just hang on ok?” She nods, knowing he can’t see her actions.

Within 30 minutes Jughead appears at the window for the newspapers office, knocking quietly. Betty rushes over, opening the window and engulfing him with a hug as he enters.

“Hey there Juliet, what’s got you so wound up?” Concern etched his normally stoic features, rare signs of emotions reserved for only her.

“Chuck.” She says, between sniffles. His body stiffens at the mention of her aforementioned rumor starter.

“What did that asshole say this time?” Jugheads voice laced with deadly venom, pulling Betty’s hands up and linking their fingers. He could feel the blood from her escape, but didn’t drill her on the cause.

“Juggie...” she whispered.

“What is it Betts?”

“Can you help me take my own life?”

#bughead #betty x jughead #riverdale #angst #riverdale fanfic #betty cooper #jughead jones #Bughead fanfic #bughead fanfiction #riverdale au #betty x jughead fanfiction #bughead au

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wannawrite · 5 years

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[ (1) four: 첫사랑 ]

group: seventeen + unknown group

memeber: lee jihoon + unknown member ;)

a/n: special guest will be joining! 7 yrs old, and jihoon is 5

Happiness, is just a dream that everyone wants.

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IT WAS 12 AM.

A small boy, with even smaller, broken dreams continued to journey on the road back home.

Sometimes he wondered if he was really on the right track, or careering down this path of his with no aim for the future.

Jihoon sighed. He was no more than a five year old boy, no more than a petite, small frame. At the age where he should be playing with cars, cuddling into his mother's soft, warm embrace, wailing whenever he wanted something and having people rush to his command.

Kids at his school get that. Kids at his school don't have to do dirty work to earn their school fees.

What's most annoying of all, is that the imagination of kids run to big, big dreams.

Dreams of being astronauts, warriors, doctors and archaeologists.

Jihoon's dream, is to live a normal life. He can't even have that.

It's as small as a seed. Maybe a small, dormant seed.

A flower grown in a dream that can't be blossomed.

As his thoughts progressed further like his slowing, fatigued footsteps, breaking through a medium of age and toddler mentality, snowflakes started to hook onto his tousled, raven locks.

Jihoon felt the ice melt at the contact with his body temperature, and his legs buckled. He cried.

Cold water sliding off his face carefreely carefully masked his tears from the prying eyes of the public, as if that was the only thing Mother Nature could do to give Jihoon some of his dignity back.

Everything seemed to crash down heavily on his exhausted, fragile shoulders and tear him apart, like it always did.

Jihoon was done. Done with shouldering his family's burdens at his age. Done with seeing his mother's heart ache for him at night. Done with Jieun's nightly wails of hunger.

He was even more done, with the situation that fate had so cruelly written for him.

It was never supposed to be. A young boy, flourishing in the spring like a freshly, sprightly young blossom-dancing in the wind like a dandelion and chasing the dogs in the park with a feisty, youthful spirit.

He didn't stay for long.

Poverty had painted on the bags of his eyes smoky grey tints, and the turmoil of time carved out his bitter, pained smiles.

Just like that-the boy from before was chained up, beaten and scorned by the grown up mentality of Jihoon's, which had gone through the test of time with much difficulty. He was tied away, to the deepest, darkest crevices of Jihoon's heart.

What was more horrifying, was that he would stay a memory, a memory that had previously lasted for no more than a year.

Jihoon doesn't know what he wants from himself anymore.

He doesn't even know who he is.

However, in the whirlpool of anxiety that he wallowed in and allowed to grab hold of his emotions, there was a small, insignificant, yet present, sliver of hope.

In his confusion of the migraine surfacing over his sickly, pounding forehead Jihoon hung by a thread. With the last flecks of willpower that he posessed, he listened carefully.

Maybe fate had decided to pick him back up again.

Maybe.

Drifting into his ears, shutting down the berating voices in his head, was no more than a simple, gentle serenade to a broken boy, sung by a low, accentuated undertone.

The corner of my memory

A brown piano settled on one side

In the corner of my childhood house

A brown piano settled on one side

I remember that moment

Way taller than my height

The brown piano that guided me

I looked up to you, I yearned for you

When I touched you with my small finger

I feel so nice mom I feel so nice

I played the piano wherever my hands took me

I didn't know your significance back then

Back then I was content with just looking at you

I remember back during my elementary school days

When my height

Became taller than yours

I neglected you when I once yearned for you so

On top of the white jade-like keyboard

Dust is piling on

Your image that has been neglected

Even then I didn't know

Your significance

No matter where I am

You always defended that spot

But I didn't know that would be the last

You say don't leave like this

The rough voice called out to Jihoon's listening ears, transcending through a medium of unfamiliarity and peeling down all his walls. It faded into an almost weak, passive aggressive whisper, before the keys of the piano were hit hard, and the melody seemed to reach to him-a frail, shaky hand through the snow that was collecting on the top of his head.

A shot of pain, thrust to the heart.

Tingles ebbed out into his blood with familiarity, coughing out a whimper from Jihoon.

Seemingly in response to Jihoon's reaction the melody hung awkwardly in the air. It had stopped.

Jihoon noticed, but somehow, he just couldn't stop crying as his worries tore down his dazy mind.

Crack, crack, crack. The snow was crunching at a consistent, increasingly loud pace, which could only mean one thing-footsteps approaching him.

Even having deduced that the person walking was the guy rapping and playing the piano, Jihoon shrugged it off. He was too tired to pretend any further.

"Stand up." a voice said.

Jihoon's head shot up instinctively. In the starry night sky that heralded his vision, was an intruder blocking out a good portion of it-and it was an intruder not much older than he was, to say the least.

He had miniscule pupils and eyelids that descended into a big arc, spelling the definition of demure. An even more miniscule pimple rested on his button nose irritatingly, allowing flecks of frost from this winter storm to litter the sides of his face, making him more innocent than he already did-largely contrasting to the grungy voice that rolled off that violent tongue of his.

Jihoon figured that bits and pieces of his features looked a little like this person-maybe signaling that on this bitter, not-so-happy night, a stroke of serendipity had brought two of them together.

But as similar as their features were, Jihoon didn't exactly give the older boy the answer he wanted. Weakly squeezing out a smile, he said, "I've been doing that for the past 4 years."

The older boy tilted his head in surprise, as if he didn't understand the gravity of Jihoon's words.

"Then, stand up again."

Jihoon couldn't help but feel a bit angry at that line. A 5 year old boy, crying, out in the cold, and struggling to support his family...is normal?

Not bothering to mask his feelings, he replied through gritted teeth, "You sure make standing up sound easy."

The older boy's pupils drifted to Jihoon's face analytically. Then, unexpectedly, he smiled a wan smile.

"Oh boy, don't worry, I've been doing the same thing for the past 6 years."

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