#but also every time i see yall posting about them having younger sibling older sibling energy i want to k*ll you just a little bit

[danandfuckingjonlmao]

PASSENGER PRINCESS????? YOUNGER BROTHER ENERGY????? FFS DAN AND PHIL GET OFF PHANNIE TWITTER STOP BEING CHRONICALLY ONLINE GO TOUCH GRASS THIS IS RIDICULOUS

#i have to believe it’s from phannie twitter #bc they aren’t allowed to come on here i decreed it 😓🤬🙈 #but also every time i see yall posting about them having younger sibling older sibling energy i want to k*ll you just a little bit #i don’t care if it’s true it’s weird #and now look what you’ve done #are you happy #we are living in a hell of our own creation #dnp #phan #dan and phil #d&p #danandphilgames #yeet my deet #yeet my deenp

[lilacponds]

YALL WANNA KNOW SOME FUN FAMILY STUFF? OKAY LETS GO

so, i have an older brother. he's 5 years older than me. he's also a total fucking manbaby but thats not today's discussion. we have different fathers, my parents met after my brother was already born. (his bio dad is a piece of shit that bailed the moment he found out my mom was pregnant or something.)

that clear? okay? okay. SO

my dad's DAD. him and my dad have a HORRIBLE relationship. idk the details of it but my dad really doesn't like him and i'm lead to believe he was a shitty father. ANYWAYS, that is a small part of the reason why i NEVER had a relationship with him.

wanna know the BIG part of the reason?

apparently he wanted to meet ME, but he could not care less for my BROTHER ! (because my dad isn't his bio dad or whatever probably. i never heard that directly but, like, what else.) which my mom did NOT like at all! so she set the hard boundary of either he gives a shit about both children or he doesn't get to see any of them.

now, i'm aware that he's a shitty person (for more than one reason) and that he was a shitty father to my dad, so i do NOT mourn the loss of the relationship i never had with him or whatever, but it does however make me a little salty that my mom decided i was to not have any relationship with my grandfather at all because he did not care for my brother. i would like to note here that the only grandparent i've ever had was my mother's mom, who out of the 4 of us cousins (me and my brother, and my two cousins who are siblings) ALWAYS favored my brother (because he's the eldest). no, like, literally. my cousins lived with her when she was alive, but me and my brother would visit like almost every weekend, which was fun for about the 5 minutes i got where i wasn't bullied or abandoned. but in the morning my grandma ALWAYS brought my brother out to have breakfast just the two of them out in the town. she never brought anyone else, least of all me, just him. i'm sure she loved us ! but my brother has always been the baby and the favorite, both with my mom and my grandma. so that hurt like a motherfucker growing up ! (i do have a couple of good memories with her. she didn't completely ignore me. she just favored him.) anyways point is the only grandparent i've ever had was one grandmother who had a clear favorite. so, i dunno, having a grandpa that i could actually invite for grandparent day in elementary school would've been rad, maybe.

do you wanna know my FAVORITE memory of my dad's dad ??? (yes, i staunchly refuse to call him my grandfather. he's just some dude to me) yes you do, because that's the reason i'm making this post in the first place.

SO i have this cousin! she's way younger than me, and my uncle's daughter on my DAD's side !!! and i remember going to a birthday party of hers when i was a kid, maybe like 7 or so, fuck if i know, i was old enough that i remember it is the point. and i grew up incredibly anxious, but eventually at that party i found another little girl to play ball with! (literally just tossing the ball to each other) and i was just vibing and playing, until this old man comes up to me. and he goes "hi!" and i look at him for like a second (because remember, i was playing ball with another girl, so i had to look at the ball to know where to toss it and to avoid it smacking me in my face) and i go "...hi." he just looks at me for a moment and then he goes, "do you know who i am?" now, this was about the first time i've held a conversation with this man! BUT, somehow i had (still have) this clear memory of seeing this man at, like, a laundromat with my dad at some point when i was even smaller, and somehow i just Remember? and i go "yeah, you're my dad's dad." i shit you not i said it like that i have never referred to him as my grandpa even as a child to his face i love baby me. and he goes "yeah i am!" and i go "...ok" and i keep playing ball! and he just... stands there for a second before awkwardly shuffles off.

NOW, this is hilarious to me and a core fucking memory, but what i love to add to this is, MY DAD HAD A HELL OF A TIME TELLING ME AND MY MOM HOW THIS INTERACTION CAME TO BE. Apparently they had been talking, and he was like "can i go tell her i'm her grandpa?" and my dad, knowing me and knowing how he raised me, he was DOWN, and he went "sure go for it, she's not gonna care". and it must've been SO SATISFYING to be him and see this happen and then see the look on his fucking dad's face afterwards.

WANNA KNOW ANOTHER FUNNY THING?

so every few years or something i reconnect with that very cousin (mentally ill + age gap makes it hard for me to actually reach out, plus my mom really dislikes my uncle for Reasons), and i was just over at her place one day, and then out of nowhere WHO VISITS IF NOT MR. FUCKER HIMSELF? my cousin and uncle did give me a heads up about his arrival and i was like "i dont mind, i dont care" because i genuinely couldn't give two shits, but he had NO CLUE i'd be there. and lookie look, he actually recognizes me! and he jokes to my uncle, "she doesn't remember who i am." but like, so confidently.

and i look him straight in the eyes. emotionless.

and i go,

"i know who you are. you're my dad's dad."

he did not know how to answer that. me and my cousin proceeded to go to the yard to continue hanging out.

its so small and so petty but god i fucking loved the look on his face.

OH by the way wanna know one of the reasons i know he's a shitbag garbage of human being?

so my dad has several brothers. im not actually close with any of them, the one i've seen the most is the one i already mentioned. a few years ago, one of them died. he had cancer, it wasn't out of the blue, but it happened. i had never even met the guy so it didn't really affect me personally, but my dad (and his brothers) (understandably) were broken. the funeral wasn't in our city, so he traveled there by himself. i kinda wished i could've gone with him just to support him, but i couldn't. but anyways.

my dad and uncles talk about the will. i dont know the specifics of it, but there was like an apartment involved i believe, and they decided to legally leave everything to one specific brother to handle for everyone or something. that, though, meant that the people included in the will had to go and legally sign away their rights. and wouldn't you know it, as my dad's next of kin*, i had to go as well. because if my dad gave up the rights, they would pass over to me or something. idk. i just knew i had to go sign something. i dont know the details nor the law. this was very soon after the funeral. a couple of uncles were there.

as well as Mr. Fucker himself (along with his wife, not the biological mother of any of my uncles).

now i dont remember the exact wording, i dont think. but when talking about the will and his death, even with the notary or lawyer or whatever present (so not even the dignity of privacy), he makes a fucking joke. about the death of an uncle and brother and his son.

i shit you not the silence that fell in the room, with only his stupid little self-satisfied laughter, as everyone is in shock staring at him.

i think he burnt all his bridge a long, long time ago - but if he had any hopes of reconnecting with any of his family, he torched all of the land surrounding that bridge too.

(also less heinous. i had never met his wife. she is no one to me. and she still tried to ask me about my school, and when i mentioned i dropped out of high school, she tried to pull the 'oh but youre so smart you were doing so well!' card. i was trying to be polite up until then. i told her 'you dont know me. leave me alone.' i think i felt the silent pride of my dad and both my uncles on me at that moment.)

*note about being my dad's next of kin: HEEEEEEEEELLLL YYYYYEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

no i dont have anything to inherit or anything. he dont got shit to put on a will. but my dad is a good father. a great one, even. no, he's not perfect, he's grumpy and gruff and he has a shitty sense of humor that just irks people, i get mad at him a lot and we get into shouting matches sometimes and he has a tendency to be stubborn and to raise his voice. but he's also a huge teddy bear, he's sweet and thoughtful. he's loving and caring. and he has worked himself to the bone to give the best he could to this family.

honestly? there were times, growing up, when he didn't have solid employment, and we were dirt poor, and without complaining, he just.. went out in the morning, and he came back having found some way to earn enough money for food for the day. i will never know what it is he did. i will never know what favors he pulled, i will never know what odd jobs he did or how he even found them. i don't know if i ever want to know. but he would comb the entire city for something to do to earn just enough for us to have food in our stomachs for the day.

he's a hardworker, and he's charming as all hell, and he's a sweetheart. you can't not love him. i think i got that from him, you know? the lovability, the charm. not the 'oozing confidence' kind - the disarming, genuine, guy-next-door kind of charm. the 'i got your back' kind of charm. damn, i'm so proud of it.

he's been through a rough life. and he's grown up with ideals of toxic masculinity, of course. he's been in the military and he's been to prison (for his brother, may i add). i'm sure he's got undiagnosed unresolved trauma that's shaped him. and honestly i've got the suspicion he might have a tinge of ADD as well. point is, he's got reasons for having his flaws. well, all that, and the fact that he's a human being.

but he's always got love in his heart. and a thought for his loved ones first and foremost. yes, he might complain and drag his feet at times, but only when he knows that doing so wont actually harm us. he's been difficult when we asked him for favors in the past (even though he always ended up doing them anyways), but he's always been there when we really needed him.

and my brother pisses on all of that. my father has taken him in, and has always, always treated him like his own son even if he didn't have to. yes, he knew his existence when he started dating our mom, but he could've done the bare minimum - but he never has. he's always gone above and beyond.

and my brother constantly, over and over, throughout the years, has shat on all of it. multiple, multiple times he's called him a shitty father. absent. not really there. not putting in enough effort.

i'm sorry he was too busy trying to keep us alive to be there the way you wanted him to? which, i'm unsure of what the hell he means, anyways. he's always been there for my brother's difficult times, at least whenever my brother didn't push him the fuck away - which was often. my brother didn't see it, but it was my dad, it has always been my dad, that talked my mother down after bad arguments. when my brother had a fight with her and decided to just leave home (unprepared, without a job, out of spite), it was my dad that talked my mom back to enough calm to make her take back "don't you ever come back into this house again". and it was my dad that talked HIM down for hours until he saw reason and came back.

it's always been my dad. going above and beyond. even to the point of disregarding his own health.

my brother doesn't FUCKING understand that, and never will. no, im not surprised, because my brother is a selfish stubborn asshole, just like my mom.

i'm my dad's next of kin. and i take pride in it. i carry his last name with honor. (did i mention my brother got his last name changed from his absentee father's to my mom's? not even my dad's. just my mom's. but i guess momma's boys will be momma's boys.)

if i get married one day, i want to keep my last name.

#okay so this got LONG dont read all of this #its literally just me rambling #first abt my dad's father which is a douche #and then about my dad. which i am a carbon copy of and i am proud to be #i was supposed to just be cheeky abt my dad's father #i didnt expect to evolve into me being proud and mad and defensive of my dad #but oh well ! #fr tho this is so long and for no use dont mind this #Charlie chatters

[stormblessed95]

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#5

I wonder what the deal was with Jungkook and dropping honourifics so early on with jimin then wanting to stay formal/hourifics with Hobi, Jin, Namjoon ect.

By 2014 (after two years? Of knowing each other) you see in Bangtan bombs Jungkook is testing it and dropping honorifcs with Jimin where even the translator is like he’s dropping honorifics. Jimin is like I can’t even scold him/get mad? In response when he comes for him. Then from then on it gets a lot more prominent and casual. Saying jiminie/jimin-ssi like it’s second nature by 2016ish. You have multiple moments of jimin telling him to use honorifics like that run episode with the old game show games and Jungkook is like “jimin come out” a jimin replies “use honorifics”. And then jimin even did the same last year during their vlive where he did it and jimin was like don’t address me like that, and Jungkook is like “how should I address you?” While grinning. Like it’s something only maybe asks him to do for show/on camera.

That’s not even taking into account the times he’s snuck in Jimin-ah, it’s even more blatant when he says jimin without the hyung and then mentions like Jin with the hyung right after. Bonus, even uses his tone in a manner like jimin is YOUNGER than him. It’s so……

Hello!! So let's talk honorifics. I'm starting this off with a language lesson. Lol I know it's not really what you asked, but it relates and it's important information to know. And I have multiple asks about honorifics in general. So we are doing it all here! Let's get it!

To start, something we should all be very very aware of is what honorifics in the Korean language even are. Please keep in mind that I am NOT Korean, nor do I speak the language. This is what I have learned from my own observation and research into it. That said, always believe a native speaker of the language first and foremost before anyone else when it comes to what things mean or how saying things can be meant with different intentions. If I get anything wrong, please correct me! Here is a fairly basic chart with some of the most common honorifics used in Korean:

And what isn't included here is the reverse for Hyung/Oppa/Nuna/Unni... which is dongsaeng. Dongsaeng is the same for male or female, essentially simply meaning a younger person that I am close to. The closest translations for all of those in English typically tend to be older brother/sister or younger brother/sister. But that is not at all what they actually mean. When addressing and referring to your actual younger siblings, you would say Namdongseang for younger brother and Yeodongsaeng for younger sister. Some people use them, some don't. But if they attach the Nam- or Yeo- you can assume they are saying along the lines of biological sibling. The honorifics for older siblings remain the same as the ones for older person that I am close to. Another common example we hear BTS or other Kpop artists use is Sunbaenim which combines two of the ones we see in the chart above. You will see them refer to Artists who have been in the field longer and are older than they are this way. We also see many rookies or younger but well established groups now refer to BTS this way. Such as TXT (who now mostly just call them hyungs). It's a way to show respect to their seniors in the industry who they don't really know personally or super well yet, so the extra level of respect is added. When adding -ssi to someone's name, such as Jimin-ssi, it is essentially the same thing as the English Mr. So when BTS or anyone else refer to them as "Jin-ssi" they are essentially saying "Mr. Jin." It is the same for women. So the one -ssi essentially covers the entirely of the words Mr, Mrs, Miss, etc in English.

Now let's talk about WHY Honorifics are generally used. Honorifics are used to convey respect between the speaker and the listener. They are also used to essentially communicate the relative hierarchy between parties, usually to show respect to those who are higher in status or in the hierarchy than you. Status/Age hierarchy are a very big deal in Korean Culture. It is also a way to indicate your relationship to each other in terms of hierarchy, age, gender and intimacy. For instance you would probably address a coworker who you only speak to on occasion with -ssi or sunbae or -nim or some combination. Where as you would address a coworker who is also a very close and personal friend with hyung which shows that you do have a closer relationship together.

Why and when is it okay to drop honorifics with someone? Essentially that comes down to the person who is higher in the hierarchy and their personal relationship with you. The older person in the relationship essentially doesn't have to use honorifics. It is the youngers responsibility to show respect to those higher in age than they are. It is also considered rude to ask to stop using honorifics. Depending on the relationship, it's okay, but it changes person by person. Essentially, in order to truly stop using honorifics on a casual basis, the older person has to offer it and say it's okay for the younger to speak in Banmal with them (or informally). So in the case with BTS, all the members would have essentially had to let JK know speaking informally with them was okay. And speaking informally to a person older than you really showcases the intimacy and closeness you have with that person, whether it is as friends or as lovers. Essentially what it comes down to is that the default should always be to use polite and formal speech, if and when that changes needs to be worked out between the individuals it is being changed with. And the way you speak to each other is and can be a good indicator of how close your relationship with each other is.

Now let's talk about BTS, and Jungkook using (or not using) honorifics specifically. Now I will say that ALL of BTS are insanely close and have almost no boundaries together. Over the years, I am POSITIVE that all 6 of his hyungs have given him permission to use banmal with them on occasion, or off camera. And I could find examples of JK dropping honorifics with every single member if I wanted to (but that's a lot, send another ask if yall want that. This is already an essay. Just trust me for now please). But we also know that using honorifics is his norm for the most part, and especially during the early years, he wanted to keep that up. He wanted to show his respect for his hyungs in that way. During his ITS talk with Tae, we learn that Tae asked him to use banmal with him and that JK refused in the early years.

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312 notes • Posted 2021-07-10 16:56:51 GMT

#4

We Don't Talk About This Enough...

As jikookers all know there are many moments that are universally known and we never stop talking about them.

Moments like Rosebowl:

GCF in Tokyo:

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367 notes • Posted 2021-05-31 18:01:07 GMT

#3

Hey Stormblessed! You said that everyone's been sending you asks about Jikook and their living together based around a clip in ON:E. What clip would that be? Have a great day 🥰💜

Hello sweetie! Congrats, I'm using your ask to answer your question, along with everyone else's question about why I'm 99% sure that Jimin and Jungkook live together. I'll leave the 1% open for reasonable doubt, but if I'm honest, I really don't have any. I'll also address the more specifics in some of the other anons questions. Soooo if you sent in an anon ask about the whole living situation, this post is for you!

To start, the MOTS ONE DVD moment that continues to be referenced and that I'm pretty sure sparked this wave of asks is this one:

And this was the follow up moment when Joon joined the conversation:

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464 notes • Posted 2021-09-18 13:57:22 GMT

#2

What r the jikook moments you think for which there is NO explanation that can fit into Friends category. Like those moments which makes u think Man only couples do this.

Ooo fun question, this will be a long one! Honestly, mostly their grand gestures and some smaller moments. Now I'll put a disclaimer here... These will be moments that I don't think fit into a friends category, no matter how much of a "bestie" you are. It does not confirm anything about Jikook being a couple. People can do whatever the F they want and not necessarily have to label it. You can do these things and NOT be a couple, but it really makes it known that you are probably more than friends at the very least, whatever that may be. In no particular order, here are my "this is not friendship behavior" moments:

1. Rosebowl

ARE WE SURPRISED THAT THIS IS ON MY LIST?? We shouldn't be. I've already done a post on the difference between this and the Tannies love bites/kisses (you can go read it if you want) and if this isn't romantic in nature, idk what it is... cannibalism maybe? This is a very hard to deny moment.

2. Jimin traveling to Korea for JKs birthday

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534 notes • Posted 2021-06-11 01:29:35 GMT

#1

Just Say You're Jealous of Jimin and Go.

I wasn't planning on saying anything about the drama on Twitter this morning after the group photo was posted after the press conference. But its honestly ridiculous, so consider this me venting it out here for a moment. BTS dropped an amazing song, had a wonderful press conference, and dropped a group photo where jikook were... jikooking. It was amazing and I'll probably never be over it! And IMMEDIATELY hate started going around under Big Hits account and on the timeline for Jimin and Jikook. Its not even about ships anymore, its about basic respect for a group you say you "stan" and love.

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557 notes • Posted 2021-05-22 02:25:06 GMT

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This was fascinating. And wow, I'm on this website way too much 🤣🤣 also EXCELLENT posts to be in my top 5 for sure lmao

#my 2021 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

[autistic-shaiapouf]

Pitou for the character post!

I'm so surprised I got a pitou ask that wasn't from @unyanizedcatboys, the top purveyor of pitou content lmaoooo, let's go!

- favorite thing about them

Frankly incredible character arc, the way they're practically a completely different character by the end vs how legitimately terrifying they are in the beginning. Literally, seeing them do the nen leaf test and seeing the leaf just shrivel and poof into dust shook me the first time I saw it, but their development of empathy and all that? Astounding. Also they're nonbinary and the dub did in fact use they/them for pitou and that warms my heart 🙌

- least favorite thing about them

Tbh it's the fandom treatments :/ the arguments over their gender and how I've heard that there's an unfortunate amount of not work safe art in those tags U_U I know I'm following the right people because neither of those things have ever actually crossed my dash lmao

- favorite line

Every single nyaruhodou, let's be honest; seeing it in the subtitles as "meow I get it" annihilated me on impact the first time I saw it ksjdkflf

- brOTP

Them and the other guards! I would've loved more than anything to see them all have some goofy moments with each other, especially pitou asserting older sibling dominance over their younger brothers; there's just so much potential we never got to see 😔

- OTP

Pitou and some catnip I honestly don't really see them with anyone in that kind of light U_U

- nOTP

Why is there ship art of them with kite. What is that all about. Also have heard whispers of art of them with gon?? I don't go through the tags for pitou but yall who do are braver than our troops

- random headcanon

Hard to pick between an "oh they're kitty?" hc or one about sibling dynamics, but the family aspect.. it calls to me 👀 I don't think about pitou a whole lot, but I think that they would in fact assert oldest sibling dominance over the most minor things, "hmmmm well pouf I'm the oldest so I get to choose what songs you get to play :3", just the most inane possible things and they have strong opinions on them

- unpopular opinion

What if.... people focused a little less on pitou... and a little more on the other guards 🤔 a fair amount of posts in the pouf tag are my own and youpi's is VERY empty, which is a crime bc he also had an incredible character arc and it's kind of a shame that both of them get pushed aside in favor of pitou. To be clear, I'm not pitting them against one another because with the amount of content each of them have? Neither pouf nor youpi would stand a chance against the kitty monolith

- song I associate with them

Saint Saens' Dance Macabre! Or Cat Hacks by Lemon Demon lmao

- favorite picture of them

This edit I made where I took away pouf and youpi to express what it feels like to scroll through any ant tags:

#thank you!! i love love love the guards sm they give me so much serotonin; forehead kisses for all of them mwah mwah mwah #asks #hxh #royal ant family #antblogging

[cupofkey]

do you have anymore thoughts about viet, laos & cambodia's dynamic... especially w/ viet being much older than them, do you think she's like a big sister figure to them? i like thinking abot them :-)

ahh yeah thanks for asking! their dynamic is really interesting bc my interpretation really stretches the boundaries of “are they nations or are they people?” Vietnam is indeed the oldest (existing in some form since 200 BCE, as I’ve mentioned) while Cambodia has its roots in the 800s and Laos in the 1300s. so, like, they definitely acknowledge that big gap, and they use family-pronouns with each other. that’s not uncommon or special, kinship terms are just the norm for all 3 of their languages... but yeah, so like Cambodia would call Vietnam “older sister” and Laos “younger sister”. so not like. calling Vietnam “aunt” or anything, because I feel their relationship these days isn’t one of separate “generations”. if that makes sense. basically— they don’t use “friend pronouns” (eg. me/you, as opposed to”older/younger x”). so there’s a clear age hierarchy there, because it’s an integral part of their culture, but at the same time I don’t believe Vietnam holds that over them...

idk. this is going to be a big rant and probably not 100% relevant to the question but I want to explain all my background thinking so... skip to the last paragraph if you don’t care for all the historical stuff lol

politically, Vietnam has always been the dominant power in that area, something that only escalated when the French prioritized Vietnam. most people don’t know this, but the “Vietnam War” included a lot of fighting, bombing, and involvement in Laos and Cambodia as well. can google ho chi minh trail for a big example of this. and 1975 wasn’t just the year Saigon fell, it was also the year the Communist parties in Laos and Cambodia took over, but those two have been vastly overshadowed by Vietnam once again...

so I do think there’s some bitterness there, at least past bitterness. I think these 3 were much more aligned with their governments in the past (like, pre colonial era) and so there was definitely a lot of mistrust and resentment. I’ve probably said this before, but I think Cambodia especially has a lot of past resentment toward Vietnam, fueled by centuries of dreading your neighbors. in that sense, I think she wasn’t the Older Sister but rather the Older Kid on the playground. they’re scared of her. they hate her but they also want to be her,.. lol that sounds so cliche but. yeah

but yeah if you’ve read my other posts abt this trio I think there was an identity split for these 3 that began at the end of WWII/beginning of the First Indochina War (1945). I mean honestly I think this time period was like that for many nations... but as these three were pulled apart more and more by the conflicting motivations and ideologies in their people, I think it really set apart the “nation” vs the “person” inside. I mean, this is absolutely traumatizing, and they had to compartmentalize those parts of themselves... like can you imagine being a Nation and having to put away your connections to your people, because if you try to consciously hold all those conflicts inside of you, it will tear your weak, soft Human side to pieces. so the disconnect from their governments becomes a fullblown chasm as their people fall into more suffering— which is the only emotion they can really “hear” at this point.

in that shitty backdrop. I think they withdrew into their Human sides, and being human means being separate from institutions. it means having your own feelings and needs... I think nations can mentally endure just about anything but if you withdraw from that nationhood... it leaves you weak. it means you need companionship. this is the context I feel they started to bond with each other (regardless of what their governments were doing) and so there’s very much a “leveling” of sorts. that past resentment toward Vietnam as the Older Kid changes to that more comfortable Older Sister dynamic, where there’s still a clear difference but there isn’t the same kind of power imbalance. (Vietnam’s the only one of them who really feels anything about filial piety, but her dynamic with these three is just. very different.) so there’s really just this big Gap— as nations, their people are indifferent and their governments are at each other’s throats. as people, they innately understand each other. as nations, they have long and vastly differing histories and cultures. as people, they’re new-ish friends... it’s like when you’re gay and making friends with someone, and yall know about each others trauma and shit, but every time you talk they surprise you bc you didn’t know they had three siblings or something. LMAO, what an analogy but yeah.

I just think there’s a gap... there’s a gap. so in a nation context Vietnam is definitely the Big Kid, whereas in a people context she’s definitely more of a Big Sister. she doesn’t pull that card often— she kinda feels weird about being older than the other two, actually. she does act like the mom friend tho,, and I think she’s like an older sibling in the sense that she looks out for the others. even if she can’t do much about it— like if Laos is upset about something, but Vietnam can’t give good advice for shit, so she kinda prods Cambodia into it. that kinda thing. she feels a lot of personal responsibility for them, I guess. and the other two don’t really see her in that older sibling way that often, partially bc of past scars, partially bc it’s not as essential for them. they do however appreciate what her age brings to the table and will occasionally make fun of their local senior citizen lol.

so I guess my answer is... kind of? in a way? it used to be not, and then it was complicated, and now it’s still complicated. but I hope that was interesting or at least showed my thoughts about them more. yea. thanks for asking

#hws vietnam #hws laos #hws cambodia #ask #rant #my hcs #my thoughts #this is so long im sorry 😭 #i got carried away #i just. i need to make my interpretation clear #hopefully this all makes sense feel free to ask if ur questioning wtf goes on

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so ive read fruits basket like twenty times, and over the last couple of years i noticed that, each time, i was drawn more and more to the characters of kimi and momiji, and identified with them in a way that was really confusing to me because i didnt really think i *actually* had a very similar personality to either of them? (discord friends may disagree but, well, this whole post is going to be about people and characters who change up their personality to be more likable.) i got all introspective about it and finally came to a conclusion about their characters that i subconsciously knew already: the key similarity between the two of them and myself is the way we very carefully layer subtle personality masks for ourselves to protect ourselves and to seem more approachable and likable without actually being vulnerable to other people. (other characters in furuba do this a lot too--key examples that come to mind are tohru, kagura, and yuki--but i care more about momiji and kimi so this is about them.)

to clarify a bit what i mean by this, ill start with a personal example. ive always been pretty good at remembering people’s names, especially if i think theyre cool and want to become friends with them, but i noticed around middle school or high school that people subconsciously find it intimidating/stalkerish if you know their name and they cant remember yours, especially if youve only met once. on the other hand, if they *do* remember your name, and you admit to not remembering theirs, they feel empowered and sympathetic to your situation; and if neither of you remember the other’s name, you have a moment of solidarity that can lead to a more relaxed relationship. so, i started pretending to have a manageable amount of trouble remembering the names of people i wanted to be friends with. the first two or three times that i meet someone, at some point i will use “clarifying their name” as a conversation starter, ie: “you’re....[], right?” or “is it []?” this is a small effect of a pattern of behavior i tend to follow: feigning incompetence to gain trust and camaraderie. is it manipulative? absolutely, but harmlessly so. its directly derived from my own social anxieties, but its a relatively healthy way to feel more connected with my peers and to stop feeling ostracized by people who resent me for being “smarter” than them--something i struggled with a lot in my youth. momiji and kimi dont put up the *same* masks as myself, but they are both rather adept at maintaining their own masks, and are both incredibly socially perceptive in the same way that i am: they analyze people’s reactions to their behavior and sculpt themselves to get the reaction they want.

lets take a look at what this means for kimi. surface level, kimi seems pretty cookie cutter--sure, shes a little chaotic, but she fits quite nicely into the femme fatale/dumb blonde trope (even though shes not blonde). but did you know that shes actually at the top of her class? its subtle, but to me its always been obvious that shes actually incredibly intelligent and constantly manipulating people to suit her needs. there are easy examples of this, of course: flirting with a teacher to get a new whiteboard, anyone? but there’s one scene that’s always spoken volumes to me about her character, and that’s the one-off joke where kakeru starts to say some “secret” about her, clearly joking, and she immediately shuts him down by cutting him off with “don’t say unnecessary things!” and elbowing him in the side, all while still smiling cheerfully. the subtlety of this is that, with her reaction, she’s actually imitating their audience: yuki. it’s yuki she doesn’t want to know about whatever kakeru knows, so she shuts down kakeru in a way we’ve seen yuki yell at kakeru whenever kakeru makes idiotic jokes. the physical attack, the angry smile, accusing kakeru of saying something annoying, but that doesnt really matter; none of these are particularly characteristic to kimi, she causes as much chaos as kakeru on a good day, but they’re incredibly recognizable to yuki. her reaction is familiar to yuki, and it invokes an assumption that kakeru is making a lame joke, not trying to reveal one of her deepest, darkest secrets, and it works because yuki would react completely differently if kakeru tried to tell someone about *his* secrets. yuki doesnt pursue the subject further, kakeru bounces back easily and doesnt give it a second thought, and kimi is safe. so, we can tentatively say that kimi has a habit of reflecting other’s expectations to hide her true self.

now, is this one scene enough on its own to prove this idea? of course not. however, when we view her actions as a whole we start to see a pattern. we see several instances where kakeru will say something stupid and kimi will listen, encourage it, or say something just as stupid back; it’s only when he tries to reveal something about *her* that she shuts him down. we see subtle signs of genuine anger when he tries to reveal her secret: the overly violent jab, the tensed vein/angry eyebrows, etc--not very characteristic for happy-go-lucky, flirtatious kimi. and, of course, we have several examples of how she manipulates a) men into buying things for her, granting her favors, leaving their girlfriends for her, etc; and b) women into feeling inferior to her, feeling aggravated with her, and thinking she’s incredibly troublesome but knowing that they can’t argue with the men about it. overall, its not a far stretch at all to think she’s manipulating everyone around her to avoid revealing information about her true self: a proud, intelligent woman who enjoys causing chaos, but is also very manipulative and controlling to the people around her and hates being vulnerable.

momiji is in some ways similar, and in other ways very very different. most people--especially characters in the story with him--tend to put momiji in this “sweet, innocent child” box. it’s not just his height--his fashion, mannerisms, outlook on life, etc are all very reminiscent of someone much younger than he is, and people tend to *treat* him like he’s much younger than he is. even if they know intellectually that yes, momiji is significantly older than he appears, it’s very easy for the older sohmas to treat him as a troublesome but still loved younger sibling--someone to be taken care of, not taken too seriously, someone lovable. i’ve seen several people point out that part of *why* momiji does this is because he subconsciously feels that hes not allowed to act like an older sibling (to momo), so he acts as a younger sibling in an effort to get a similar sort of familial bond without overstepping the boundaries that his family instilled in his mind, and i agree. i believe momiji has a habit of feigning youth to more easily bond with the people he loves. his childish actions and behavior make him easier to deal with, and also give him a little more leeway to do things that would normally frowned upon if he appeared older, ex: sleeping in a bed with tohru, wearing a girl’s uniform top to school, taking any chance he can get to be physically affectionate with people, indulging in sweets and candy, etc.

two things draw momiji’s true personality out of its shell: his growth spurt, forcing people to acknowledge his actual age, and the breaking of his curse. late game momiji, to me, has always seemed bitter, tired, and sarcastic, as opposed to the sweet, energetic, and sincere front he’d put on for most of the series, which is very interesting to me. of course, you’d normally *expect* someone who’s gone through as much as momiji to *be* bitter, tired, sarcastic, etc; however, when he puts his child-like mask on, it’s easy to pretend that he’s this loving, saintly child who bears no ill will towards anyone, who can be knocked to hell and back and still stand back up to smile again. and i do think it’s true that momiji has an incredible capacity for forgiveness and love, but there’s also no denying that he has a limit, and we can see that during his first conversation with akito after his curse breaks. this, i think, is the most raw, true representation of momiji in the whole story; momiji has lost his link with the family he made for himself in the zodiac, he’s been physically forced to grow out of his persona, he’s finally seeing that his primary abuser is really not so powerful after all, and he’s forced to finally confront the fact that, while his curse, the thing that caused most of the troubles in his life, is broken, the impacts it already had on his life won’t magically go away. momiji in this scene seems completely disconnected from akito, who is still caught up in the curse, still desperately trying to hold everything together; in his lowest moment, we can finally see momiji, not as an all-forgiving saint, but as someone who just wants to start over. he’s not happy that his curse ended; id even go as far to say that momiji, out of every zodiac, is the one who most wishes it was still around, for the bond that it gave him with the other zodiacs and as something he could pin the blame on for his family struggles. which is why it is so sad to me that his was among the first to break.

now, yall probably know by now that i am a momimi bitch, so lets talk about them together. most of the people i see shipping them--and i fully admit, this is how i started shipping them--simply just say “same energy,” make a few cute headcanons about how they’d use each other for clout, and call it a day. this is perfectly fine. however, here at Overthinking It Inc., we take it a few steps deeper. personally, i have a hard time getting invested in a ship unless i can see how the characters compliment each other, how they help each other grow, and how they could genuinely enjoy each other’s company enough to pursue a romantic relationship. it took a little bit of obsessive extrapolating, but ive finally figured out just *how well* momiji and kimi compliment each other.

momiji, at the end of furuba, is going through a metamorphosis. he’s been forced out of his childish persona and into the life of an adult rather quickly, and he takes the opportunity to try to become more true to himself. we can see, in the last few chapters, the beginnings of bounds of growth; however, i imagine that there is a significant “awkward” period in his growth. judging from what i know about his character, i believe he would, in his effort to be more honest and confident, overcompensate a bit; he would become overbearing, intense, perhaps even oversharing. he might have a tendency to try to figure out what’s “wrong” with his friends and family, might always be trying to “fix” everything. i could easily see him, in fact, develop a bit of a selfish attitude (albeit rooted in kindness--it is, after all, still momiji); in his journey to stop letting people walk all over them, i believe he might become prone to walking over people himself. he’d have no idea where the lines are, where someone’s limits are, because he never had the chance to test them out in his youth, and because the people in power in his life (his parents and akito) never respected anyone else’s limits. enter kimi: tough, walled off, and incredibly secretive, though she tries to hide it. momiji, with his social perceptiveness, would notice at some point how difficult it is for her to form genuine, emotional connections with others, and would feel the urge to help her, to draw her out of her shell, not realizing that she doesnt necessarily want to be understood, nor that she’s (now entering headcanon territory, be warned) *scared* of those kinds of relationships. she’d take it, for a while, but there would come a time when she’d snap. this would do wonders for helping momiji figure out where the boundaries are, and how to be more aware of other people’s wants and needs (and it is something that tohru, reserved little wallflower that she is, would never be able to do for him).

kimi, on the other hand, has not quite started developing her character at the end of the manga. i like to apply all sorts of believable anxieties onto her: maybe she regrets not having an easy connection with other girls, like she does with boys. maybe she refuses to believe in the familial structure (that momiji idolizes). maybe she’s so used to playing the part of the homewrecker that, when she finally realizes that she’s found something or someone she truly loves, she doesn’t know how to handle it, and always worries that somebody’s going to take it away for her. maybe she views connections with others, or vulnerability, as a weakness, something that could be used against her, and tries to do everything she can to wall people off and hide her true feelings. well, good news for her, momiji is the resident king of loving family structures. family is something he truly loves and understands, from how much he’s admired it from afar, and been grateful for the family he’s made for himself in hatori, tohru, and the other zodiac. he’s well primed to help her understand what a true family is like, that real love is a good thing, not a scary thing, and that it’s okay to be vulnerable sometimes. this big, sweethearted doofus who somehow managed to see how much she was struggling under the many layers of masks that she hides beneath? there’s no way kimi wouldnt fall for him. and she, this girl who challenges everything he believes in, teaches him valuable lessons about how far is too far, and is basically the most fun person he’s ever met? there’s no way momiji wouldn’t fall for her.

i believe the two of them would start things off as almost a play; theyd portray a satire of the ideal male and female celebrity couple rather easily; theyd lean into the standard boy and girl roles almost ridiculously so, drawing attention to the absurdity of the standard relationship and somehow flirting through it. kimi, as we know, likes to pretend to be this helpless, flirtatious, “i couldnt possibly do anything on my own, oh whatever shall i do O3O” caricature of the feminine “ideal” to draw men in; momiji, i feel, would respond to that with a dorky, happy-go-lucky, “i can help you with that, miss ; )” caricature of the masculine, “ideal” gentleman, just for fun. theyd put on a show, for each other, for their peers, and for themselves, but they would eventually run into some troubles (detailed above). things would be tense, but theyd keep up their personas--why would they *ever* admit to their flaws to the outside world, theyre perfect? their friends would notice, of course, but wouldnt be able to do much about it; in the end, the only people perceptive enough to read through the bullshit of one is the other. theyd come to an understanding--spoken or unspoken (with the subtleties of their relationship, its not unreasonable that they could change their entire perspective of their relationship with just actions, not direct words or conversation)--and shift back into their previous, flirtatious relationship, except its different this time. because now, they understand each other, they love each other, theyre practically reading the other’s mind, and theyre perfectly in tune. rather than putting on masks to hide from each other, they wear one together to hide from the world--but, they think, that’s probably enough.

#meta #it me #long post #and i do mean loooooong #kimi toudou #momiji sohma #momimi #please dont criticize me too harshly im not trained in writing and i do this for fun #<3 #fruits basket #fruits basket spoilers

[momo-de-avis]

Wordtober Day 6: Build 2.0

Yall, I cheated. And am also late. I couldn’t get anything done with ‘husky’, so I decided to prolonge my previous prompt, as the last one didn’t give me room to fully explore my idea. So... be warned that this is... quite long. Possibly very long. I leave that up to you.

It’s a continuation of this one

𝚆𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝙻𝚞𝚒𝚜 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚓𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝟷𝟿𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝟸𝟻𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚂𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛, 𝟸𝟶𝟶𝟷, 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝙿𝚊𝚣.

Dani and I had done this before, many times. We’d had our fair share of paranormal investigation—sometimes just plain investigation—and most of the times, it even amounts to nothing, if not a slight disruption of a picture or the ‘mysterious noises’ turning out to be either stray cats or a group of teenagers setting a horror movie set for strangers. But the Maduro case was peculiar to us. It was Dani who suggested we’d investigate the Maduro case, and she always did seem rather curious about the outlines of the case.  

We did the needed investigation before we got there. Aside from some news articles, there was the original 1983 police report, which looks… sloppy, rushed, and honestly, not like they were even trying at all. The majority of the photos vanished, supposedly lost in mishandling of paperwork, except three—the ones well known—and both disappearances were chalked up under ‘runaway children’, despite the fact that Samuel Maduro was 15 and Aura 28 at the time of each of their disappearances.

We knew the house had belonged to Aura after her parents, and before that, to Amelia and Augusto Maduro, the grandparents, who used to own a quarry up until 1939, when they sold their part of the business to Mr Maduro’s partner. At the time, we couldn’t really find the reason why they sold it, though what we did conclude afterwards is nothing short of speculation, so we just assumed it to be some sort of financial strain. There was a civil war going on, though we couldn’t find confirmation on the Maduros’ political affiliations, nor is their village located anywhere close to where the war hit, but… War always does bring about hard times, so it wasn’t at all that inane.

What was surprising was finding our first clue that contradicted the original 1983 report. Though Claudia Maduro, mother of both Samuel and Aura, suffered from a lifelong heart disease and eventually died four years after her son’s disappearance—a time spent between check-ups and several psychiatric consultations—the father’s death, Francisco Maduro, does seem related to the case.

He appears to have lived the last ten years of his life as a recluse, and the only visits he ever had were a gardener—who helped around with the backyard—, a maid—mostly responsible for doing his laundry, some cooking and cleaning—, and a man named Antonio. He was the last one to see Mr Maduro alive, though his name wasn’t even mentioned in the original report.

According to Antonio, when he arrived at the house that afternoon, Mr Maduro was in a state of distress. He had set up a ladder to go up the attic and was going up and down frequently, to fetch several items, all of which he recognized as being used for construction purposes: toolboxes, measuring tapes, rope, sandpaper. Of this, Antonio reportedly joked for a while, asking him if he was building something, or maybe fixing a piece of furniture, but Mr Maduro was majorly unresponsive, instead appearing focused on his task. He simply kept mumbling: “The animals keep tearing it down.”

It must have been shortly after he left that Mr Maduro fell off his ladder, approximately two meters high, hitting his head on a rock and being found hours later by the maid, who had him rushed to the hospital, where he died an hour later.

Here’s what’s so appalling about this. Looking at the original police records, there were no interviewed. It looks like the police simply asked no questions to anyone, no acquaintances of the family, no friends, no neighbours. Every evidence was gathered from inside the home, and every conclusion reached without taking into consideration the village itself. At first, we thought they had been careless—ridiculously careless, mind you—but as our days went on and we tried speaking to others, it became clear just what the real reason was.

The villagers avoided the Maduros because they were afraid of them.

Overall, it seems neither Aura nor Samuel—nor their parents, for that matter—were particularly hated, rather ostracized by what the villagers saw as a need. The priest at the time, one father Ángel, even did his best to include the two children in his community, and we did find several photos of Samuel carrying the podium of Santa Marina during one of its processions. Both siblings appear to have been devout Catholics too: crucifixes and rosaries were found in both rooms, as well as prayer books and Bibles, they attended church regularly, got involved with the community and celebrated every day of the calendar.  

The problem was not Samuel and Aura, nor Francisco and Claudia—the Maduros’ dark history was older than that.

There was one fundamental piece to their history that everyone completely overlooked, which wasn’t on records for reasons that, for a while, seemed mysterious enough, though it became clear as we unravelled the story. Francisco Maduro, grandfather of both Aura and Samuel, disappeared without a trace in 1939, immediately after selling his part of the quarry.

After searching through records, old newspapers and considerably angering the locals, all we found was one newspaper clipping, though not an article. It was an ad, an announcement, posted by the local police, asking villagers to please notify them if they new anything about Mr Maduro’s whereabouts. And nothing more. The only way to understand what had happened was by asking, and by now, we knew nobody would say a word about it, so we thought Antonio would perhaps collaborate.

By all means, it must be said: Antonio had a bit of a drinking problem, and we might have bargained in that sense. I’m not terribly proud of it, but in my defence, he looked desperate to talk, like he had kept something buried so deeply he waited years to finally speak up. Though I wasn’t expecting a confession exactly. After all, Antonio was, in his own words, Francisco’s best friend, though the two weren’t as close in adulthood as they had been in childhood. And like the Maduros—maybe because he appeared to be the only one in the village who didn’t fear going near the house—he was a bit of an outcast.

He told us that Amelia Maduro was far from being a heart-warming woman. He recalls her posture from childhood, which I think can be seen in the pictures found inside one of the locked rooms of the house: haughty, stern, impeccable. She seldom smiled, and her face bore something grievous to it, a chiselling of austerity that made children everywhere tell stories of her beatings and whippings. She was very pious too, at times too severe in her belief, and her doctrine was an imposing one. Antonio recalls an event from childhood, after visiting Francisco one afternoon: she had stopped a maid on her tracks, taken a step back and inspected her outfit; then, she had asked why was her skirt three fingers above the knee, to which the maid, flustered, replied she had to borrow her sister’s, who was younger, considering she had found a hole in hers that morning. Then, without warning, Amelia slapped the young woman across the face and said: “I will not have whores serving me.” And she fired her.

This might be explanatory to what truly seems to be the reason behind the quarry issue. Shortly before, Francisco Maduro became romantically involved with a supposed worker at the quarry, a woman who would bring refreshments to the men on the field every afternoon. It turns out, however, the woman was Pilar Deocampo, niece of Alfredo Deocampo—Francisco’s business partner. She became pregnant and decided to plan an escape with the aid of Francisco, who was supposed to meet with her after dealing with some logistics as to not leave his family with no support, but the plan failed when Amelia discovered their affair. When Pilar gave birth to baby boy in 1939, things took a grim turn.

From here on, Antonio swears, the story has become folklore, but the vast majority of the villagers strongly believe it to be true, and stands as the reason for them to stay away from the Maduros and their home. Amelia, without her husband’s knowledge—who was away for a few days—invited poor Pilar for some afternoon tea, under the guise of friendship and empathy before her condition—unmarried and with a son borne from a married man. How it happened differs, since nobody was present if not one maid who left the house immediately after, but on one thing all tales are consistent: Amelia killed the child in front of his mother, proclaiming that her act was justified before God because it was in God’s plans to cleanse the earth of sinners, and that the child was impure and shouldn’t have been born either way.

In a fit of rage, Pilar Deocampo attempted to injury Amelia, but failed to. As a result, Amelia inflicted several wounds on the grievous mother, who bled out in her living room. Many say Mrs Maduro watched, untouched by her very own gruesome actions, and in her dying breath, Pilar Deocampo uttered one last thing, something the village now chants as much as a curse as a reminder: Mi sangre marcará tu tierra, y mis huesos serán tu mausoleo. Por cada uno que pierdas, un otro quedará en sofrimiento, y como las árboles de tu finca, vosotros marchitarán lentamiente.

My blood will mark your land, and my bones will be your mausoleum. For each one you lose, another will stay in suffering, and like the trees of your property, you will wither away slowly.

Amelia then proceeded to force her very own maids into taking the body to the nearby forest, dig up a grave and bury them; then, she placed the two pillars with the chain to forbid anyone from going into the area, and never spoke of the subject again—until her husband arrived home the next day. Seeing the maids scrubbing blood from the wooden floorings, he inquired his wife as to what had happened. Amelia didn’t spare any details; in fact, many agree she was quite assured in her grim account, believing hers had been a righteous act.

Francisco Maduro then, in a frenzy of grief and despair, ran into the woods to see it for himself, to see the grave of his beloved and his child—and he crossed the space between the two pillars. He was never seen again.

Amelia would die less than ten years later, and despite everything, many agree she was incredibly grievous of her husband’s disappearance and entirely devoted to her faith. The Maduros then became a cautionary tale—it’s unclear to me whether or not Francisco witnessed this event, considering he would be around 18-20 at the time, but the tale became part of the villages’ folklore so much he became a person they willing avoided. Antonio swears, however, that both Aura and Samuel were entirely unaware of this past.

From the story came a legend, one the villagers believed to be real, from the case of Samuel and Aura Maduro’s disappearance. Anyone who crossed the space between the two pillars would find the secret burial place of Pilar and her child; keeping her promise, it seems a Maduro would always be bound to find the place in one way or another, and it was none other than Pilar who called them, leaving someone else behind to suffer for their absence, until no Maduros were left.

It seems Pilar achieved her goal, then.

This also explains something about the house, something Aura herself spoke of in her last journal entry: that there was an overwhelming sadness to it, something bittersweet that didn’t seem to belong there. If the path itself sent a shiver down our spines, and there always seem to be something lurking between the trees when we looked, inside the house we felt… safe. Dani even recalled feeling this sudden pang of sadness which she described as being ‘like a mother losing her child’. At the time, I laughed it off, told her she was just missing her cat, but after Antonio told us the tale, we… froze in dread, to be honest.

Energy like this is nothing new—the spirits of those who died inside the place always leave some speck of it behind, and we feel it like something external. We thought it strange at first because no Maduro had died inside the home that we knew of: Francisco at the hospital, Claudia at the local market, Samuel and Aura vanishing, and as far as we could tell, with Francisco also vanished, Amelia died while in mass of a heart attack. But it started making sense then: the only people who had died inside the house were not members of the Maduro. It was their pain we felt, and consequently, that Aura felt.

Dani and I weren’t sure what to expect of this, but it certainly explained why all those who had tried finding the clearing described by Aura never did—because they went around the two pillars, not through them. We had come all this way to find answers, so we figured there was only one thing to do.

I think we were naïve. We believed the tale was only a tale, and if any of it was to be taken for truth, it was certainly aimed at the cursed—the Maduros, not us, mere wanderers. But… we were wrong.

I took a recorder and a camera with me, while Dani took a photographic digital camera. For a while, we stood before the two pillars in silence and tried telling ourselves it was fine, perfectly fine, it was just a piece of local folklore based on Catholic devotion of two women, one a sinner, the other scorned. We’d heard many like that, and it seemed improbable the clearing even existed in the first place. So we held our hands—though why, I can’t exactly tell—and we leapt over the chain.

Every single one of Aura’s words travelled back to me. She was right. It was… daunting. Shapes hovered about, escaping my sight constantly, caught only from the corner of my eyes, and the dense vegetation closed around us. There was a horrible silence all around—more of an absence of sound—and we couldn’t even hear our own heart beats. The sun struggled to transverse the heavy foliage, and the air was thick and prickly. Dani snapped a few photographs as we trod on, but it was clear she was aiming at nothing specifically, just frantically moving her camera with a gasp and a jitter, frightened by a sudden movement from which came no sound. Even the snapping twigs and crunching leaves beneath our feet seemed muffled.

After thirty minutes, we stopped. Before us, the space opened widely, and trees sprouted from a bald batch of white and brown earth, entwining together above our heads like a gable roof. Dani stopped, her camera frozen between her hands, but her eyes were glazed into a sort of mania I had never seen before. With a shuddering finger, she pressed the shutter, but didn’t look into the screen, just ahead—contemplating, focused. Her arm lowered then, and I called her name; Dani jittered, blinked and looked down at the photo she had just snapped—frozen and pale.

When she showed me photos, my heart sank to my feet. Every single one of them was so corrupted almost all of them were unusable, but a few of them showed something buried beneath the static corruption. Shadows, figures, silhouettes. A pair of baby feet. Faces, hollow and daunting, frozen into a scream.

I pressed my recorder, but it didn’t seem to work; Dani pressed some buttons on her camera but suddenly halted, and her eyes—glazed once more—cast curiously all around. She gave a step forward, and another, and a few more—all considerate and cautious, though they grew, and unexpectedly, she took her backpack off her shoulders and threw it on the ground; she dashed ahead, her hands diving deep into a bush, rummaging through meshes of thorny foliage, and a faint yet vivid laughter escaped her lips.

I called her in screams, but she did not react. At this point, I was terrified and could not move; all I could see was Dani dashing back and forth, stacking sticks under her arms and wiping the centre of the clearing clean, hands covered in white and brown dust—until I realized what she was doing.

I remembered Aura’s account. She was building something.

I shouted again, telling her to stop, as loud as I could, but this time, I couldn’t freeze. I ran to her, wrapped my arms around her when she began to struggle, and with all my might, held her steady, face buried against my chest. She smacked her fists at me, but I persisted, desperately trying to keep her still. I thought then that all it mattered was that she wouldn’t see, she wouldn’t look at the clearing, at that spot where she was feeling somehow compelled to build. I closed my eyes shut, and wind gushed past—no sound still. And I waited.

I opened my eyes first, didn’t let Dani move, and froze again. Before me was a house—small, no higher than a meter and a half tall—made of something white, polished and scraped to precision. Bone.

Stood in a moment of suspension, my arms relaxed, and my fingers stopped gripping Dani’s clothes. Her body shuddered against mine, and her breath raged louder than the gushing wind around us, louder than any sound in that deathly and hollow clearing. Then, she screeched—a gasp that grew in timbre, a rising cadence that somehow seemed to come far slower than I took notice of, and she jolted herself. In a motion faster than I could have anticipated, her body escaped my grip, and she ran—she ran away from me, towards the bone house that rose before us, without really having actually seen it before turning her head with resolution and dashing away.

I tried to grab her, but she escaped; her hands smacked open at the door, and on her knees, she crawled; her panting, heavy and desperate, came like an omen. She was famished for whatever exited beyond it, and I tried to stop—I screamed and ran after her, but she was elusive and fast and set on getting through that door and into the darkness that sucked her in and in and in—and I was too slow. Inside the door, nothing but blackness—swirling, consuming blackness—and as Dani entered the daunting absence of it, she evaporated from her very being. It was like watching someone being devoured by an invisible mouth that swallowed her into nothingness, and her every gesture came with so much reassurance I finally understood what Pilar Deocampo had warned: one always stays behind to suffer.

It wasn’t just meant for the Maduros; it was meant for anyone who desecrate her grave.

When the door slammed shut with a hollow thud, I collapsed to my knees and screamed her name, over and over until nothing existed inside my throat but the soreness of my efforts and the saltiness of my tears. There was not a sound. The entire space around me was engulfed in nothingness. I couldn’t see nor hear Dani anywhere, and before me, the house made of bone appeared far too small for her body to fit inside.

I curled up, and though the terror that had consumed me and made my heart pound so harshly my chest hurt, I couldn’t move. I grabbed the camera, but was unable to turn it off. By my side, Dani’s backpack laid forgotten, tossed aside in a rush. I had studied the Maduro’s case to the smallest detail and I knew she wouldn’t come back. And I finally understood what it was that had consumed Aura in such overwhelming grief, enough to make her leave her home and never come back, until her father passed away and she realized—she must have—he too crossed the space between the two pillars. I finally understood what madness had possessed Amelia after her grim crimes.

It was knowing they weren’t dead, but sentenced to absolute nothingness, left to hover in a sea of absence and non-existence, spiralling down to possible madness. It was knowing they were better off dead.

I blinked my teary eyes open, cold and trembling, hands gripping the camera, and saw something. The house was still there, but next to it, someone: sitting on the ground, back turned to me, legs crossed and shoulders slouched forward, clothes ragged and torn, and in their long auburn hairs, small leaves and twigs were caught in the slender threads. Instinctively, I turned the camera and snapped a quick picture—but the figure didn’t move.

My eyes didn’t move away from the strange figure in front of me, and as I put the camera down, I realized it could only be one person.

“Aura Maduro?”

Her head rose slowly, as if she tried to have a look at the skies, hairs swaying behind her, but she said nothing. Then, I felt it again—that same pressing sadness we always felt inside the house, like a mass of air that swarmed around me, emanating from the spectre before me.

“Where is Dani?” My voice was low, considerate; I looked at the figure and I still saw who I had seen in Aura Maduro the moment I had arrived there—a victim, as much as I was now. “Can you please bring her back to me?”

Immobile. Time passed, though I couldn’t measure, couldn’t tell how long it had been, if it was night or day though the sun existed somewhere in the sky—of that, I was sure. Then, her voice floated in the air, a ragged tune, husky and dragged, but frayed by an overwhelming agony that consumed me like a gust of wind.

“She has to stay.”

My breath rose and whipped the back of my throat; I moved restlessly, but couldn’t leave the small batch of earth on which I knelt. “Please,” I pleaded. “Please, just let me take her home.”

“El sangre marca la tierra,” she spoke, “y sus huesos son nuestro mausoleo.”

“I know what Pilar did to your family.” Every word seemed senseless to me, as if I read from a book: reciting a prayer in order to save myself, though unsure I was there was any salvation left. I wanted to say more, let her know that I understood that misery that encompassed us both, that exuded out of her like a cold wind—but every word died.

“One always stays,” she said, “and the other feels pain. But I look after them.”

I felt my chest tear open in that same sweeping sadness—it was something carved deep into her words, something instilled in the worn-out tone of her voice.

“I look after them,” she continued—and in between her words, a dissonance came: of a woman that wept in silence, the distortion of a throat filled with swallowed tears, “so they don’t feel so lost.”

Defeated, I looked down at the earth beneath me, at last understanding what never-ending horror Pilar Deocampo had cast on the world, that projected grief that would never cease, a continuous cycle of pain and terror—meant forever to steal and burden those who lived, who came out unscathed, to unfathomable pain.

I thought there was something I had to say, though I sincerely don’t know what my reason was: “What can I do?”

Her hand waved in the air, and from the ratty long-sleeves of her jersey, a slender finger, bony and pale, pointed to her left. I noticed there was a watch, glass cracked and black bracelet, with gold rims around. “Take him,” she said. “Let Sam rest.”

The order was immediate, and somehow, I understood. I stood, paced slowly towards the area she had pointed at—below a tall tree, at a small mound covered in pine needles and dried leaves, a batch of golden-brown amidst a soft green. I knelt, pushed the leaves aside, dug my fingers into the earth, and shuddered at the touch of something cold, harsh and angular. A hand, made of bones entirely, no flesh left, emerged—and when I understood at last what she demanded of me, I nearly vomited—sure I was completely incapable of completing the task.

I didn’t look back; short of breath, lungs collapsing at every sweeping movement of my hand, I didn’t rest. When I was done, a putrid smell filled my nose and I covered it with one arm; I ran back then, to Dani’s abandoned backpack, and rummaged for something useful enough for the rest of the deed. We had both brought our sleeping bags, expecting to perhaps spend the night to collect some evidence—so I unrolled Dani’s, pulled the zipper open, and with a force I hadn’t felt before in my life, unsure still where it came from—an urgency of survival, perhaps, or something outside of myself, cast upon me by Aura Maduro—I grabbed the pile of bones and put them inside the sleeping bag.

She was still there when I was done, her hand resting on her lap again. I stopped, stared at her with a cold shudder—whether of dread or something else, I can’t say anymore. Aura Maduro—what was left of her—simply sat in contemplation, her head still raised as she stared at something ahead, and only then did her words echo in my brain in full meaning. I grabbed my backpack, put the sleeping bag carefully on Dani’s, and stared at her. I had almost forgotten about the bone house.

“Do not return,” she said. “You won’t resist next time.”

Somehow, there was an unpronounced message in the air, something that wafted by like a tune carried from the distance, something you only notice when you stop and listen carefully: I am sorry you will have to suffer like we all did. I am sure that was it. Somehow, the precision existed in the tone of her voice, exuding out of her like a radio wave meant to be captured; somehow, I knew.

I walked back—ran back—and once I leapt over the chain, almost instantly, the air was weightless, soft and comforting. But everything else—my entire existence—began to press against my shoulders into a burden that was only now beginning to emerge. Guilt. Terror. Sadness. Crushing, overwhelming sadness—and Dani’s inexistence, her sentence into nothingness, collapsed over me.

It goes without saying I never saw her again.

I buried Samuel Maduro in the backyard of the house, and with nothing to mark his grave, I simply left, on the mound of earth, a framed picture I had found in the house—of Samuel and Aura. In it, she was wearing a wristwatch, black bracelet with golden rims.

I left and never went back. Though sometimes there is a burning wish to grab my things and drive until I see them again, the two pyramidal pillars with that creaking chain between, I never did. I think of Aura’s words, her blooming sadness, and something about it breaks my heart to pieces. The last of a cursed family, unknown of what she carried. On the night she had finally returned to her brother, in 1983, she had sacrificed far more than I could have anticipated. Cast into nothingness forever, sentenced to exist in a limbo of non-existence, forever imprisoned in the blackness of the bone house, she had willingly become a guardian. A watchful soul over those who fell victim to Pilar’s treachery—unable to put an end to it, she had at least given herself to the chance of easing their burden, making that consuming nothingness a bit more bearable. The core of it is, however, what it means to the two last members of the Maduro family.

I was never religious. I still am not. But they were stark Catholics, born and raised between catechesis and Saturday mass. For them, being sentenced to a limbo that is neither death nor life, neither Heaven nor Hell, and something far worse than purgatory… It must be horrifying.

I destroyed my camera and the footage, as well as the tape recorder I took with me, though there was nothing in it. I couldn’t bear, however, to destroy Dani’s digital camera. It was a piece of her, and every little thing that attested to her existence, I just… held on to it.

It was only months later that I turned that camera on again. To my surprise, there was a picture I had never seen—the last one I had taken, of Aura Maduro herself.

I can’t describe it. I will leave it to your eyes to see what lacks words entirely. Perhaps you can understand what it that I felt that afternoon.

I wish I could tell Dani how sorry I am.

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𝙻𝚞𝚒𝚜 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚓𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝙽𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟸𝟶𝚝𝚑, 𝟸𝟶𝟶𝟷. 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚔, 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝙼𝚛 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚓𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙼𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝙿𝚊𝚣.

𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚍𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝙿𝚊𝚣 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍.

𝙰 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚢𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎, 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚝, 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚐. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚂𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝙼𝚊𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚘 𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚍.  

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝙼𝚛 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚓𝚘’𝚜 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎. 

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Wordtober Day 1: Ring

Wordtober Day 2: Mindless

Wordtober Day 3: Bait

Wordtober Day 4: Freeze

Wordtober Day 5: Build I

#wordtober #writing #my writing #creative writing #fiction #my wordtober #ITS LATE and FAKE but hey #I am trying to be better at short stories so if i get a bit overly excited this is why #bc i really NEED to have more short stories

[personagf-moved]

alphabet & soft questions ✨

I was tagged by my bb’s @prksjmiin (alphabet ask) and @joonieblossoms (soft ask) and i didn’t want to make two separate posts so im gonna apologize in advance bc i decided to stick both posts together :’) dkdkkdkd yall aint gotta read everything but if u do ily and im sorry i write novels on novels dlfksdkf

i’ll tag @koyasdad, @1ovegf, @joonlit, @sleepyyyoongs, @constellationstars and @capgi 💘

honestly feel free to do either one or both or none if u want dkkdkdkd i just wanted to tag u guys bc ily

Alphabet ask:

a // age: 21

b // birthplace: new jersey!

c // current time: 1:17 am

d // drink you had last: coffee

e // easiest person to talk to: my brother when he isnt being an absolute fool

f // favorite songs: 

aint it fun - paramore

trivia love 

honey - kehlani

abbey - mitski

moonlight - ariana grande

g // grossest memory: i was in the city one time and a bird shit on my forehead. i think about it at least twice a week 

h // horror yes or horror no:  H O R R O R   Y E S   B A B E E E Y Y Y Y Y Y Y im the absolute worst person i’ll dead ass watch a scary movie/video or read horror stories by myself just bc. 

i // in love: with my whole ass soulmate namjoon. i luv u string bean man

j // jealous of people: im not even gonna try to lie i am a very jealous person and i am so sorry about it but i really cant help it lmfao. blame my scorpio venus i guess

k // kids of your own someday: when i say i have been thinking about this everyday.........! i wanna have it all i want the kids the white picket fence the dream house everything. i cant wait to be a mommy one day and love n support my bb’s :’)

l // love at first sight or should i walk by again: we a whole ass fool on main and believe in love at first sight!!!! i really do believe soulmates are a true thing and if a love is destined to be across an infinite span of lifetimes and universes then it will always find its way back. when you know, you know, and i genuinely believe that. 

m // middle name: padilla

n // number of siblings: 1 older brother, 1 half brother (older), and 1 half sister (older)

o // one wish: to find true love

p // person you last called: my manager bc i had a work question lol

q // question you’re always asked: “why are you like this” (usually friends @ me when i wild out...which is like everyday), “are you mad?”, “how old are you REALLY?”, “how’s your brother?” (bc he ghosts all family n i have to speak on his behalf like always fsdfjksdf)

r // random fact about you: i once used a horrible bootleg copy of the force awakens to make a star wars crack video dubbing the part in shrek when he first meets donkey over the scene when rey first met bb-8 and it went viral and has like 200,000 notes and even had articles written about it. also i had a weird fascination with jar jar binks and danny devito when i was in high school and i had a habit of making either one of them my icon on school accounts so i could make people laugh when they emailed me or saw me in a word document skfkkkfkf

s // song you last sang: “abbey” by mitski :’(

t // time you woke up: exactly 10 this morning and it was weird bc i picked up my phone and it had JUST turned 10 when i looked i was so shook lol 

u // underwear colour: she be black 

v // vacation destination: paris bc im a basic bitch :’) also japan/all asian countries. i wanna connect with my roots more :/

w // worst habit: yeeting the fuck outta people’s lives when i think they’re getting too close/when i get overwhelmed. im sorry im a flighty bitch @ anyone i’ve ever ghosted :( i love anyone who’s ever tried to talk to me and its never ur fault, i just get the urge to escape sometimes and i’m trying to fix it 

x // x-rays: omg @ tori dead ass me too tho, i had x-rays when i broke my arm when i was around 6 :o

y // your favorite food: my mom’s spaghetti! and sushi. also i love any and all filipino food but specifically i like nilaga and kare-kare oooo baby

z // zodiac sign: we’re a proud libra sun 

Soft ask:

What’s the smell of your shampoo?

we got them fruity scents up in here we keep that shit smellin like a goddamn strawberry field take a fuckin whiff babes

What’s your aesthetic?

the moon and stars, soft pink and purple sunsets with a burning red on the horizon, sunrises as well, paintings and generally all art revolving around flowers and the celestial, pretty pastel pink and yellow, the sound and smell of rain falling against the window while being curled up in bed uwu 

What’s your favorite time of the day and why?

lately it’s been night time. i generally get more creative and feel more at home during the night. i miss being a morning person tho. 

What do you most like about the beach?

not a lot fklsjdjfkslkdflksdlkf i usually only go to get a tan and walk the boardwalk with my friends, but if i had it my way i would never step foot in the ocean for the rest of my life sdjdjdjdjsj we dont trust her!!!!!!!!!

What do you worry about constantly?

when i’m gonna figure out what i wanna do with my life lol. i took a year off to think about it but all i ended up doing was working myself to exhaustion and getting comfy in a work only mindset and now i’m only even more confused about what i want to pursue. i’m just glad im going to chicago next week because i feel like a change of setting for even just a week could give me a much needed reset on my mindset going into the next year. i worry about the future but the problem is i worry about the present too lol. oh well, we’ll figure it out!

What is a song you’ve cried to before?

oh boy...

trivia love

moonchild

first love

she used to be mine - waitress soundtrack

20 something - sza

26 - paramore

the letter - kehlani

landslide - fleetwood mac

when you see my friends - mayday parade

and many........many many more...... skskskks music is my main emotional outlet so naturally im gonna cry over anything that reflects my heart

What are some relaxing tips for your followers?

as The World’s Number One Most Stressed Out Human Being™️ i am definitely in no way fit to give advice on how to relax LMFAO 

but i guess something that always works for me is putting on music i KNOW will make me sing a long or make me happy to distract me from the nerves i’m feeling. also putting on my favorite comfort movies to make me feel better (they’re big fish, scott pilgrim vs the world, and spirited away btw lol)

 What are some things that make you tear up?

the ending of coco, seeing my mom cry, or anyone i love cry tbh, when children are neglected/abused, thinking about the world i’ll have to bring my future children into and how i’m going to be able to teach them to stay strong and bright in the face of it, lyrics that hit too close to home, absolutely anything tbh i cry easy

What is your favorite from each sense?

sight - the view of my cherry blossom tree against a pink sunset in the spring of my childhood home, a person’s eyes and how they light up when they smile, especially when they crinkle as they laugh

smell - the earth after rain, a forest in autumn

taste - my mom’s cooking, good coffee on an early morning

sound - beautiful melodies and harmonies to accompany them, a baby cooing, birds chirping at sunrise

touch - my pillow when its nice and cool, a cat’s tummy, a baby’s cheeks, fingers running through my hair

What is an alternative reality you’d like to live in?

one where im married to namjoon n we have a lot of smart musical prodigy babies who have his dopey smile and i live comfortably in our big ass home in korea where i raise our babies n get that good pipe down every night like i should

jk i wanna live in a reality where magic is real and i can cast spells and live my best life as the true witch that i am

What are some troubles you face on a daily basis?

for starters im ugly as shit so theres one

if we mean practically then i have really bad knees and i recently busted them again so its been really hard getting up and down stairs lately and bending over 

but idk theres not really much. emotionally i just tend to get withdrawn and timid in public so it can be hard for me to speak up when i go out

What is one scene from a book that makes you really sad?

unfortunately i haven’t read as many books lately as i did when i was younger...so a lot of my memories are from books that i read like as a kid lol......THAT BEING SAID i think rue and finnick’s death in the hunger games was truly heartbreaking to read, the spine of my copies of both books have cracks on those pages bc i had to read it several times just to really believe it. also i thought it was written so heart wrenchingly well that i had to go back.  also in looking for alaska when pudge, a man who loved to know people’s last words, realized that he would never know alaska’s last words. im also really thankful for that book bc it introduced me to wh auden’s poetry and to this day he’s still one of my favorite poets of all time.  

Say something to your followers:

thank you thank you thank you thank you THANK YOU for following me and for some reason deciding to stay after how many times i act up on the daily. all jokes aside i really appreciate every single one of you no matter the number and i sincerely hope that you always have love and joy in your heart and that 2019 treats you well. i HONESTLY mean it when i say that i am always here if you guys want to talk or send me things or roast me or talk shit seriously i wanna hear it all and talk about it all i think all of you are so interesting and so beautiful and i’d love to get to know more about you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE YOU GUYS! yeet!

#this is soooo long im so sorry oh my god

[markleetrashh]

Nct as younger brothers

Request: What would Chenle and/or Haechan as an younger sibling be like?

A/N: wanted to make this more interesting so i’m doing this for every member! i did something similar before, but it’s for nct as older brothers, here! so check that out if you haven’t + sorry if they seem really similar!

*Will be adding Yukhei & Jungwoo in these posts from now on

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Taeil:

• really easy to talk to and always willing to listen to you talk or rant • would always try to make you laugh or crack jokes • listens to you very well too and yall hardly have any disputes • but when you all do it’s normally over very trivial or irrelevant things • like how yall argued about whether pineapples should or should not be on pizzas • but of course, it’d be settled really easily • is always willing to do things for you too • honestly very very sweet & nice

Hansol:

• surprisingly he only comes to you to talk when he isnt feeling his best • because he trusts you fully and believes that you’d be able to give him the best advice • actually really talkative with you • can talk about anything and everything • in return, he’s also a really good listening ear to you • your no.1 supporter and is there to cheer you on when you need it • in general although he may seem quiet and mysterious to others, he’s just a really fun and bright younger brother to you

Johnny:

• although he’s younger he acts like the older one • like how he’s more protective over you than you are over him • and how he loves to tease and ‘bully’ you • but a really fun brother i’d say, • there would always be things to talk about with him and you all love spending time together • understands you really well and is there to cheer you up when you need it • your happy pill everyday tbh

Taeyong:

• listens to you really well • and also respects you, would probably treat and see you as his role model • loves hearing your life stories/experiences and goes to you for advice • but there are times he acts as if he’s the older one • but most of the time he’s just this carefree brother who wouldnt stop dancing in public and doing random moves and things • but it’s adorable to you so

Yuta:

• “i’m younger??? you must be kidding” • depicts everything; wants to be treated and seen like the older one instead • which is why he loves teasing you and annoying you • probably lots of insults and sarcastic jokes • but he knows where to draw the lines and not cross them so he has never actually made you angry • but despite all that he probably goes around telling everyone he has the best sister/brother who takes care of him well • although you feel like punching him at times, he’s still lovable

Kun:

• here comes an angel! • is the sweetest bun ever,, would do anything you ask him to do • and would also love buying you gifts as surprises • although he’s the younger one, he’s the one normally giving advice to you • looks out a lot for you and is very protective • loves to look at old photos of the both of you and laugh about them • best brother you could ever ask for

Doyoung:

• doesnt tell you but actually admires/look up to you • loves to try the things you love • affectionate since young and would stick by your side 24/7 • you’re probably more of a parent to him than your actual parents are • loves going around and telling people how wonderful you are • can get a little naggy and talkative sometimes • but you’re used to it so it’s fine • he loves and appreciates you and so do you

Ten:

• really really playful • always the one who lands the both of you in trouble since young • like how he thought shredding every of your father’s paperworks into pieces was a good idea • 6 year old you didnt know better as well • that ended up in both of you watching no television for weeks • but other than that he’s also the one who makes you laugh most • is always the first one to cheer you up when he notices you’re down • and is also your no.1 supporter

Jaehyun:

• really sweet and loves making you laugh or seeing you smile • also sees you as his role model and would ask you for advice • whenever there is news or something he has to tell, he’d go to you first • really open about everything which makes him easy to talk to • a great listening ear when you need it • and is there to provide comfort too • more like a best friend tbh

Winwin:

• cutest and purest thing ever • you just want to protect him forever • would always be the one suggesting you to try out new things with him • always bribing/begging you to buy him ice cream • another who loves asking you for advice • and can always count on you for support • loves talking about his days to you etc • the cutest brother ever

Jungwoo:

• a puppy you want to hold in your arms forever and not let go • he’s literally the sweetest being?? • which is why you warn your friends not to even think about dating him etc • loves making you laugh • listens to you a lot and is influenced by you too • never forgets to mention you whenever people ask about his role model/someone he loves a lot

Yukhei:

• annoying yet adorable at the same time • would ask you really random and weird questions • sometimes he’s really curious, but other times he just wants to annoy you • another one who acts like he’s older (because he’s taller than you) • moodmaker of the family and loves to lift up the atmosphere • just a clueless bun who needs your help in everything

Mark:

• looks up to you a lot!! • gets inspired and influenced by the things you do and loves learning from you • really loves spending time with you too • is actually very protective over you • always worried for/about you • always goes to you for help or advice • you’re like the dependent figure in his life • is thankful for you

Renjun:

• sweet sometimes but most of the time is a savage and loves teasing you • like making fun of you • or imitating you • but also at the same time, is one who loves to buy things back for you • really trustworthy and you can go to him to talk to if you have problems • always tries to help you out even if it isn’t much • protective over you too

Jeno:

• another one who loves spending time with you and he always looks the happiest when he is • would occasionally joke around with you • and mostly he just ends up laughing by himself because he’s that pure? • which makes him adorable tbh • loves asking you questions and your opinions on things • thinks you’re the better looking one even though he is a visual himself already

Haechan:

• really clingy and affectionate • full of energy and fun • is always the one brightening up your days • also the one that made your childhood memorable tbh • like how he’d always beg you to play games with him • but still lots of teasing and joking around • could insult you one day, then the other, compliment you for no reason • claims that he’s the best brother • which you wont deny

Jaemin:

• another very playful one • loved pranking and teasing you ever since yall were little • is also like your friend and doesnt seem to act he’s the younger one • your no.1 fan who cheers you on and hype you up 24/7 • threatens to tell on you to your parents • but actually wouldnt, he just wants to bribe you in buying him things • but when he’s nice he can also be very sweet

Chenle:

• you’re surprised your eardrums are not broken by now • is loud, was loud and always will be • there would never be a day where he doesnt scream out your name • loves showing you his new discoveries/things and talking about them • loves having fun with you and making you laugh • he’s like a really open and close friend you can talk to whenever • also loves to cheer you on • lots and lots of teasing and fun

Jisung:

• you want to hug and squish him most of the time but others, you want to slap him • treats you like the same age rather than older tbh • loves calling you names and laughing at you • tells you that he thinks he’s better at everything • but secretly admires and looks up to you • finds you when he needs help • doesn’t say or show it that much • but he actually really loves you for taking care of him

#wow this was long #nct scenarios #nctwriters #nct 127 #nct #nct u #nct dream #smrookies #smrookies scenarios #taeil #ji hansol #johnny seo #taeyong #yuta #kun #ten chittaphon #doyoung #jaehyun #winwin #jungwoo #yukhei #mark lee #renjun #jeno #haechan #jaemin #chenle #jisung

[markleetrashh]

Nct as Older Brothers

Request: heyy! can you please make reaction for 127 when they are protective brothers and their sister is going out in really revealing clothes? thank you!!!!!

A/N: i decided to do this as a “__ as an older brother” for all the members like the vampire & werewolf one!! it’s only a brief outline of how they are so do request again if you want a detailed/longer post for the specified member!

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Taeil:

most of the the he’s nice and really easy going

but you know when he has his random outbursts

it gets w i l d

cracks really bad jokes

and when you don’t laugh at them he gives this expression

like he’s been betrayed

but he’s so nice he’s willing to buy you gifts and anything you ask

protective and can get really aggressive if anyone hurts or threatens you

introduces you to the other boys but regrets it eventually

most of the time he’s just easy to talk to and be with

Hansol:

seems to be in his own world most of the time

doesnt talk much but is always willing to listen to you

he only speaks up when he needs to,

especially if it concerns you or your wellbeing

can be playful too when he’s in a happy mood

like how he always hides your phone when you’re not noticing

but ends up failing because he cant keep a straight face

smiles at you a lot because he’s a proud brother

Johnny:

funniest person on earth

when he sees that you’re upset he’d try his best to cheer you up

and if he could he’d try to solve your problems

always ask about you and how you’re doing

really caring and loving

also probably loves attacking you with headlocks

really really protective

like that one time he followed you around while you were going out

which actually scared you because you thought he was a stalker

but he’s really encouraging so

Taeyong:

your mother 2.0

just when you thought you had enough of your parents’ nagging

here comes taeyong

would nag at you and tell you to do the right things

‘lectures’ could go as long as an hour

to others he seems all cold and intimidating

but you know best he’s the softest person on earth

would confide in you with his problems, and you’d do the same too

very protective over anything that concerns you

clings and begs to follow whenever you go on dates

ends up scaring off your partner

but like johnny’s he’s always supportive od your decisions

Yuta:

teasing 24/7

calls you many names

probably roasting sessions occur a lot between the both of you

“DON’T get close to any of the members, they’re all e v i l, except for winwin-”

but truth is he just wants to set you up with winwin

which you dont mind

treats you like a child and gets really protective over you

extremely protective

like that one time he almost beat someone up for harrassing you

but he often shows his concern and love for you so

Kun:

very understanding & nice

takes care of you a lot

in his eyes you’re still a small child

introduces you to winwin because he trusts him the most

shows his love and concern through actions instead of words

like that one time you fell sick and your parents were away,

he skipped school just to take care of you

jokes around occasionally

really laidback

Doyoung:

acts like he’s done with you 24/7

probably calls you annoying

nags a lot too, like taeyong

probably even more than your parents

when you call him a bunny he gets really irritated

“shut up don’t forget we’re siblings you look like a bunny too”

but can be really fun to be with too

prays that you never become friends with the other members

and gets disappointed and mad when he sees you texting taeyong one day

but deep inside he’s glad you’re able to get along well with his friends

spoils you with gifts and meals

extremely protective too

Ten:

two of you together = unstoppable fun

makes you do silly dances with him

and back when you were younger yall would just take random videos of them

somehow seems to have endless suggestions on how to spend time together

probably wakes you up at 2am in the morning just to tell you random & weird facts

isn’t really that protective because he’s so friendly he’s friends with your friends too

but when he needs to he can be really serious and will do anything to protect you

Jaehyun:

more like your friend tbh

you can talk to him about anything & everything

really supportive of you since young

he’d stand up for you

and when your parents scold you he’s always there to comfort you

introduces the members to you

and encourages you to become closer to them

because he trusts them

takes care of you really well too

your safety and health > anything else

WinWin:

would randomly text you new korean words or phrases he learnt

“im texting you so i wont forget just ignore me”

but at least 15 messages come in and you have to ask him to stop

treats you to ice cream

but when it comes to you treating him he suddenly becomes the sweetest person

would join you for your crazy days

doesnt show it but he’s actually really protective

lowkey doesnt want you to get too close to the members

especially yuta because he’s always flirting

but he also doesnt mind because he knows they wont hurt you

Mark:

full post here!

Renjun:

like kun, another sweet heart

but sometimes when he’s in a playful mood he can get really aggressive

like how he always ‘chokes’ jisung and push chenle

but dont worry he still makes sure he wont hurt you

loves attacking you with tickles

he loves teasing you and making you laugh

but when you need help he’s more than willing to give you any advice

probably also teaches you korean even when you dont ask

still treats you like a baby

protective over you too but doesnt show and say it that much

Haechan:

loads and loads of fun

e n d l e s s

and he loves teasing you

probably spends his time trying to find ways to prank you

but you’re so used to it you’re not affected anymore

but he’s really protective tho

“only i can make fun my sister, anyone else who does so can fight me”

calls you annoying when he’s two times more worst

but at times he can be really sweet and nice, helping you with your laundry and chores

best brother tbh

full post here

Jeno:

full post here!

Jaemin:

full post here!

Chenle:

oh no

very very loud

“Y/NNNNNNNNNN”

↑ every single time he sees you

hypes you up a lot and is really supportive!!

probably still argues with you over food

calls you a baby but he’s the one who acts like one

but he loves buying you gifts

and he likes it that you get along well with the other members

is always laughing and smiling

so he’s there to brighten up your day no matter what

Jisung:

s a v a g e

orders you around and asks you to do things but flinches when he sees an insect

“oMG Y/N HELP ME”

really playful

rejects endlessly when you suggest having yaja time

but despite all that he’s actually very understanding

like he’s never ever got mad at you? not even once

funny how he tries his best protect you

but the other members protect him even more

overall he’s really mischievous but can be really sweet!!

#nct scenarios #nct 127 #nct u #nct dream #nctwriters #nct au #smrookies #smrookies scenarios #taeil #moon taeil #hansol #ji hansol #johnny seo #taeyong #yuta #kun #doyoung #ten chittaphon #jaehyun #winwin #mark lee #renjun #haechan #jeno #jaemin #chenle #jisung