#but i havent dropped any threads here

[mute-call]

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#BTW SRRY FOR ABSENCE... #my mom was rlly sick so i spent my break taking care of her #ive also been on d.scord a lot more #but i havent dropped any threads here #lmk if you want my d.scord otherwise i look forward to chatting when i can come back more fully! #;ooc #;dl

[halfsevil]

i   decided   im   gonna   move   blogs   so   give   this   post   a   like   if   you   would   like   to   carry   over   mutuals   <3

#i think i most likely to drop my threads here but will reply to any new starters i havent had a chance to reply to over on my new blog

[megalobonia]

#i never made an official psa so here we go #i'll be on low activity for a bit #havent dropped any threads but expect slower responses for a bit #until activity picks back up #that's all! #; psa. #; ooc

[fairyyeo]

untitled halloween fic

pairing — hongjoong x fem!reader, wooyoung x fem!reader

genre — fantasy horror idk

tw — horror themes, brief blood/violence

wc — 5k

a/n — heyyyy lol… i havent posted anything for a lifetime so heres a snippet of a draft i’ve had for like two years. the more i read it the more i hate it but i wanted to post something a lil creepy for halloween and remind everyone im still alive!!! if anyone likes this i might finish it and post the full thing but idk happy halloween bffies <3

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unbearable pain seared through your body and you held your jaw tightly shut, trying not to yell as you jolted upright. you were sat in a dimly lit room with peculiar rounded walls and a mossy grass floor.

"there's someone else!" a voice called from across the room, though you couldn't see to whom the voice belonged as the room was too dark.

the sound of footsteps grew closer, thudding against the floor as they ran towards you. a boy dropped onto his knees by your side, eyes rapidly scanning your body and face.

"the pain goes away soon, i promise." he said, locking eyes with yours, reaffirming his words.

"where are we?" you managed to say with much struggle. you winced, feeling like a thousand hot needles were being threaded through your veins.

a different voice spoke up, "we don't know either... sorry." he said, voice ever so gentle as trying to keep you as calm as possible.

"then..." you began, "who are you?" your hands balled up into fists as you continued to endure the harrowing pain.

"i'm hongjoong," the first boy said, "and this is seonghwa." he motioned to the other boy.

"there's a few others here too, i think their names were mingi and yunho. oh, and a guy called jongho." seonghwa said, pointing over to where you faintly see someone sitting against the wall by himself.

a loud groan of pain echoed throughout the room and hongjoong's head darted around to see where it was coming from. he looked back at you, "remember, the pain ends soon. i've gotta go help whoever just got here." he signalled for seonghwa to come with him, leaving you alone in a nearly pitch black room.

your eyes scanned the room for any kind of door or window, some sort of escape. but to your disappointment, there was nothing. you were able to spot two boys sitting not too far away on the other side of the room. so you mustered up all your strength despite the pain, and began to drag your body across the grassy flooring.

as you got closer, suddenly the pain subsided and your body went limp. you rolled onto your back and drew in slow deep breaths, trying to stabilise your body. as you stared at the ceiling you couldn't help but begin to panic a little. you had no idea where you were, who these people are, what that insufferable pain was or why you were here. quickly, you shook those thoughts from your mind, you were here now and you just had to focus on getting out.

you found the strength in you to stand up slowly and walk over to the boys, sitting down in front of them.

"stuck here too?" one of the boys asked.

you shrugged, "i guess so. what are your names?"

the second boy held his hand out to you, "i'm mingi."

you shook his hand and turned to the other boy. "and i'm yunho." he said, also shaking your hand.

"how long have you guys been here?" you asked, pulling at the grass on the floor.

they looked at each other, as if trying to remember. "about two hours, i'd say. which is way too long in this creepy ass place." mingi said. yunho nodded in agreement.

"those two were here first." yunho motioned towards hongjoong and seonghwa. "they helped us through the initial pain."

"yeah, that hurt like a bitch." mingi pouted, rubbing his arm.

you hummed in thought, "how do people get in here without us seeing anyone put them there?"

"we don't know, they seem to just appear." yunho said, seemingly as confused as you were.

as if on cue, another cry of pain filled the room and you whipped your head to the right to see someone curled up in agony. you hurried over and sat next to him.

"why does it hurt so bad?" he sobbed.

"it's okay, it'll stop soon." you frowned, knowing how painful it was. "here." you extended your hand out to him.

another sobbed escape his mouth, "thank you."

the boy seemed to about your age. "it's gonna be okay. i'm here." you squeezed his hand tightly, trying to reassure him.

more yells could be heard within the room and your heart ached, wanting to help others but promising to stay with the boy until the pain passed. "what's your name?" you asked, trying to distract him.

"wooyoung." he mustered the strength to say.

"pretty name for a pretty boy." you smiled, letting out a chuckle.

he managed a chuckle, "are you trying to flirt with me right now?"

"just trying to distract you a bit." you giggled, squeezing his hand once more.

"i already like you." he commented before hunching over in pain.

you sat with wooyoung until his body relaxed. by that time the other cries and shouts had also fallen silent. you peered around the dark room to the best of your ability. two more boys were sprawled across the floor, heaving deep breaths.

"thanks for staying with me." wooyoung said, sitting upright and stretching his limbs.

"it's okay, everyone went through the exact same pain. i just wanted to help." you pouted, helping him stand up. "lets join the others." you ushered him towards hongjoong and seonghwa.

hongjoong flashed you a warm smile as you approached, "feeling better?"

"i am now, thank you."

"i'm glad." he said sincerely.

slowly everyone began to gather around in a group, introducing themselves and greeting each other. in total, there was nine of you. hongjoong and seonghwa who had arrived first, then mingi and yunho, followed by jongho. then you arrived before yeosang and wooyoung. san was the last one to appear. none of you knew each other, yet, here you were, stuck together.

"how did we get here?" san asked, running a hand through his hair.

"i don't know... i just remember falling asleep in my bed and then waking up in that excruciating pain." jongho explained.

"yeah, me too." wooyoung nodded in agreement.

yunho shook his head, evidently confused. "why are we here?"

"we don't know the answer to that either." seonghwa sighed.

"so we're trapped in this fucking big, dark, grassy room with no way out?" mingi asked, shifting around uneasily.

"seems like it." you frowned, starting to feel frightened.

"you want to escape? that doesn't seem right." a shrill voice resounded throughout the room.

"did you hear that?" yeosang spoke quietly, darting his head around to see where the voice came from.

"we heard it." hongjoong whispered.

"don't seem so afraid. i'm your genie, here to grant wishes." the voice hissed again.

what appeared before you was nothing like the genies you'd seen or heard of in films and stories. in fact, it terrified you so much you felt as though you would burst into tears. you bit your lip, trying not to seem weak in front of the others.

its dark slender body was unimaginably mangled, with boney limbs protruding from its somewhat humanoid torso. its mouth was abnormally large, flashing a menacing grin with its dislodged jaw and sharpened teeth. it stood almost three metres high, you guessed, blending in with the dim room.

"i'm not the genie you imagined, am i sweetheart?" the monster's black eyes locked with yours. you felt wooyoung's hand wrap around yours and instantly you felt less alone.

"each of you are here because you wished for something." it slowly pointed its lengthy finger at each of you. "fools. have you never heard the phrase?" he tssked, shaking his head. "be careful what you wish for." he growled. "now, everyone wants their wish granted, yes?"

no one replied.

"in order for me to grant your wish, i have arranged some challenges for you to complete. simply succeed, and your wish will be granted." he drawled over his words and it made your skin crawl.

"seems easy enough." mingi shrugged.

"oh?" the monster croaked. "your first challenge will begin momentarily. the goal is simple, find each other."

a click of the monster's scrawny fingers found you alone once more. you reached for wooyoung's hand but it wasn't there.

you were surrounded by a dense forest of freakishly large trees and thick fog. you took a deep breath, now was not the time to panic. there was no time to waste.

"hello?" you called on instinct. its like your words were swallowed by the fog, no echo repeated your shouts. it was deafeningly silent, even more still. there was no sight of movement and the fog began to settle around you uncomfortably.

without thinking a moment longer, you broke into a sprint, desperate to find anyone. the soft ground thumped beneath your steps, it was covered in an overgrown moss and fallen sticks that crunched as you ran.

you felt dizzy after running for minutes without stopping, but refused to rest until you found one of the boys. the challenge seemed easy enough, but in this infinite forest it felt like you'd never find them. you tripped on a root but it didn't stop your movement, you continued to run.

from your peripheral vision, you could've sworn you saw something move, however, you chose to ignore it, not wanting to scare yourself. you hoped the others were okay and had already begun to find each other.

something suddenly wrapped around your ankle and tugged you down hard, causing you to fall. "shit." you muttered trying to untangle the root, but it kept spiralling higher around your leg and grasping tighter. "what the hell?"

panic set in as both of your legs became knotted with the moving roots. you kicked and pulled but nothing was working and the roots became painfully tight, starting to cut into your thighs. you let out a cry of pain which still didn't seem to echo as you felt blood trickling down your legs.

"yeosang! she's here!" hongjoong's familiar voice shouted and you could almost see him through the shadowy fog. he ran towards you and instantly dropped to his knees, "oh, fuck." he mumbled, "fuck, fuck, fuck."

hongjoong ripped at the roots, urgently trying to tear them from you. "look at you, saving the day again." you laughed dryly.

he glared up at you, though, you knew there was no anger behind his caring eyes, "now is not the time to joke."

yeosang emerged from the fog and quickly knelt by hongjoong's side, joining in pulling the roots from your leg. "how did this happen?" he said in shock.

"its like they're alive." you said, almost not believing your own words. you winced, feeling the cool air seep into the cuts on your leg. "i'm so glad you guys are here."

"i'm glad we're here too, who knows what would've happened if..." hongjoong trailed off, refusing to finish his sentence.

"this challenge sucks." yeosang frowned, helping you stand up. "those cuts look painful, will you be okay?" he asked.

"yeah, i'm fine. lets just find the others and complete the challenge." you offered a smile and tried to brush it off, not wanting to cause worry.

the three of you wandered through the forest, thankfully the fog began to thin out and it became easier to see. you limped behind the two of them, eyes carefully scanning the ground for any more monstrous roots.

it became tiring, feeling like you'd been walking for hours. it seemed to be getting darker, though you couldn't see the sky through the heavy foliage.

a twig snapped from behind you and your head turned at the sudden startling noise. but nothing was there. "guys, did you hear that?" you asked.

a smiling wooyoung dropped from the tree above followed by san and scared half the life from you, "hear what?"

"holy shit, wooyoung! you scared me." you placed a hand over your heart, trying to calm down. hongjoong had put a comforting hand on your shoulder.

"that was kinda the point." he sheepishly rubbed his neck before his eyes widened upon seeing your legs. "what the hell happened to you?" he leaped forward to look more closely at your wounds.

"what did this to you?" san asked, his voice laced with concern.

"no, the tree roots, they, uh—" you stammered over your words, unsure of how to explain it.

"the roots were moving like they were alive." yeosang finished your sentence.

wooyoung and san glanced at each other before san nodded, "we've been seeing weird things too."

"this place is strange, i don't like it." hongjoong said, peering over his shoulder.

"lets find the others and get out as quickly as possible." you frowned.

the small group continued to navigate the forest, already discouraged and feeling like the first challenge was impossible to complete. your legs were numb to a burning sensation, similar to the one you felt when you first awoke, but you dared not complain.

the air was getting icier as the forest grew darker. you worried that soon you wouldn't be able to see at all, it was becoming difficult to even see the four boys in front of you.

"wooyoung?" you whispered.

he turned to face you, "yeah?"

"would it be okay if i held your hand again?" you spoke quietly.

he held his hand out for you. "i guess this is repaying the favour." he smiled warmly.

it was comforting having someone close to your side, even if you'd only known him for a short period of time. you seemed to trust him and he radiated a sense of comfort. he was one of those people who easily made friends and instantly became open with everyone he meets.

"i didn't like the way he said sweetheart to you." wooyoung's brows knitted together in uncertainty.

"it did feel uncomfortable." you looked down at your legs, "but i'd rather that than having my legs cut up."

"i hope we find the others soon so this challenge can end." he squeezed your hand reassuringly.

the two of you bumped straight into san's back. "what's stopping us?" wooyoung asked.

"hongjoong heard something." san replied.

it was still deathly quiet, voices barely projected once leaving your lips.

"its the others!" hongjoong cheered.

the nine of you happily reunited after hours upon hours of searching for each other.

"we did it! we completed the first challenge." yunho smiled.

"that you did. congratulations." the monster's screechy voice pierced your ears. "now, you'll need somewhere to stay for the remainder of the time you spend here."

as he spoke, walls began to build themselves up around you, a house forming into something that vaguely represented the shape of a gargantuan mushroom.

"rest well." it said, but not an ounce of sincerity was heard in its shrill voice. "another challenge awaits you tomorrow." it disappeared before your eyes, leaving the nine of you alone.

"it left us with a surprisingly nice house." you thought aloud. "well i suppose its not exactly a house… more so a giant mushroom…"

"yeah, check it out! there's enough beds for all of us!" wooyoung said excitedly. "and a bathroom!"

you looked around, pleased to find a fully equipped kitchen, nine beds and even a bathroom. it vaguely reminded you of the type of dormitories you’d been in during school camps. at the end of each bed there was a neatly folded pile of clothes for all of you. it seemed almost too good to be true, however, you couldn't help but feel comforted in this place after the exhausting day you'd had.

"thankfully so, i could use a shower." san said while stretching his arms.

"you know, that challenge wasn't too ba—holy shit what happened to your legs?" mingi exclaimed.

your eyes widened, "oh. the tree roots um, grabbed me."

"they what?" jongho asked, clearly shocked to hear such an absurd statement.

"i know it sounds bizarre but this place isn't right. i mean, you've seen the monster and the forest, its all scary but its real." you frowned, thinking about how strange this place was. feeling scared, you'd seen monsters in films and books but never thought they'd be real, standing before you.

hongjoong nodded, "she's right. me and yeosang saw the roots too, this place is unreal."

"the roots did move, like they were alive or something." yeosang shuddered upon remembering.

"why don't you go take a shower so someone can patch you up, okay? those wounds need treating." seonghwa suggested.

"alright, i'll be back." you somehow smiled.

yunho placed a hand on your shoulder before you could walk away, "by the way, you never introduced yourself. what's your name?"

"its y/n."

"pretty name for a pretty girl." wooyoung said, winking playfully at you.

mingi punched him jokingly, "dude, are you fuckin' flirting right now?"

"she started it!" wooyoung retaliated, recalling what you'd said to him earlier in the day.

you laughed, "i did, but i just wanted to help." you tried to justify.

wooyoung poked his tongue out at you light heartedly before you headed for the bathroom, taking a fresh pair of clothes from a bed as you went.

showering was always something you'd taken for granted, but you'd never do it again. you relaxed at the feeling of water running down your skin, washing away the efforts of today.

mind drifting, you began to wonder how long you'd be here for. how many more challenges there would be. if they'd be more difficult than the first. what other unbelievable things you'd see. it worried you, but it was comforting knowing that you'd already formed a friendship with the eight boys.

you brushed those thoughts away, not letting your mind control you and hopped out the shower before patting yourself dry with a towel. in the mirror you caught a glimpse of the markings on your back and swiftly turned away. you wouldn’t dwell on that. not here, not now. you quickly changed into the clean clothes and opened the bathroom door, peering around to see the boys happily settled into the house already. in a sense, it warmed your heart and you felt somewhat like you'd known them for years.

yeosang, jongho, wooyoung and san were busy in the kitchen, cooking something that smelled delicious and almost caused your stomach to grumble. though, you were pretty sure yeosang and jongho were just there to bother the other two. yunho, mingi and seonghwa were sitting in front of the fire place, poking and prodding at it every few minutes, joking around with each other. you wondered how everything could seem so normal, when the world outside you was far from it.

hongjoong was sat at the far side of the room with medical supplies laid out around him. he smiled as your eyes locked and he motioned for you to come over.

"someone else can use the shower." you said crossing the room to hongjoong.

"me!" san cheered, making a beeline for the bathroom. wooyoung rolled his eyes, not actually mad but still needing someone to help him finish cooking so he nudged yeosang and asked for his assistance.

"do those cuts still hurt?" he asked quietly.

you shook your head, "only a little."

"is it okay if i touch your legs?" he questioned, gently tugging at your pants. "they need to be treated properly." he frowned.

"of course." you complied, rolling up the bottom of your pants to above your knees, exposing the small wounds over your legs.

"shit," he breathed out upon seeing the damage, "i'm sorry this happened."

"its okay, i guess it had to be someone." you chuckled.

he huffed lightly, picking up a bottle of anti-septic treatment and applying it to a cotton swab, "whats with you and cracking jokes at the worst times?"

"just trying to lighten the mood." you replied with a quick shrug.

"seems to work." a small smile pulled at his lips, before his brows furrowed in discontent. "i'm sorry, this is going to sting a little."

you drew in a sharp breath as what smelt like anti septic came into contact with your legs.

"i'm sorry, i'm sorry." he kept repeating.

you let out a shaky breath, "hongjoong, its alright." you tried to assure him.

it wasn't until a few minutes later that he finished tending to your legs. they hurt a lot, but you wouldn't admit that aloud.

"all done!" he said, a warm smile playing at his lips.

"thank you," you looked down at your legs, thinking about how some of the cuts might scar, "now, go shower before dinner is ready." you pat his back, motioning him towards the bathroom.

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soon, the nine of you were enjoying a hot meal cooked by san and wooyoung. it was delicious, and to be honest, you'd never felt more grateful for food.

conversation never ceased at the dinner table, you listened keenly as everyone exchanged life stories and got to know each other a little more. but a more grim mood settled over you as jongho spoke up.

"so," jongho began, you could tell his was hesitant to proceed as his eyes flitted around the table, "the genie said everyone is here because we all wished for something." he made sure to air quote the word genie. "what did you all wish for?"

there was a pause, everyone searching their minds for what to say. it was a heavy question and no one was eager to answer first.

"i'm not sure about you guys," yunho began, "but the last thing i remember wishing was for time to stop." he looked down at his dinner. "i guess i've been overwhelmed with life lately. dance classes, vocal lessons, school, part time job. you know when everything seems too much and just wish that time would stop so you could manage it all?"

you nodded, understanding the feeling.

"i remember laying in bed and wanting the world to stop spinning for even just a moment." he poked at the food on his plate. "and look where that got me."

everyone laughed a bit.

"when we get out of here, i'd be more than happy to help you out with whatever is overwhelming you." you told yunho. and you were dead serious.

"me too." san added.

seonghwa nodded, "and me."

it went around the table until mingi and everyone's gaze lingered on him, "ah shit, i'll look bad if i don't say it too, right?"

he made everyone giggle.

"thanks you guys. i really appreciate that." yunho was smiling shyly. "right, anyways, that was me. someone else has to share now or i'll be embarrassed."

hongjoong cleared his throat, "mine wish was similar to yours in a way." he looked at yunho, "it was loud in the house. my family were in the living room watching a baseball match. yelling and shouting at the television, laughing at each other, singing the team's song, you know how sports fans can get." hongjoong's shoulders slumped. "i was working on music at the time but i couldn't concentrate with all the noise carrying into my bedroom. i was so frustrated since this happens often. the last thing i remember is putting on my headphones, wishing for some quiet and eventually falling asleep." he let out a big breath, "then i woke up here, like yunho did."

"you make music?" you asked.

"i'm into producing." he replied, a smile creeping onto his face. he must be really passionate.

"you should let us hear some of your shit when we escape." mingi suggested.

"hey, i see what you two are doing. lets not change the topic." hongjoong narrowed his eyes jokingly and glared at you and mingi.

you looked at mingi and the two of you chuckled.

"fuck, i thought that would work." mingi ran a hand through his hair in distress.

"fess up, man." san said, a teasing grin on his face.

"shit, okay." mingi breathed out. "the last thing i wished for... i don't know." mingi was lying and planned to drag it out for as long as possible. as much as he was warming up to everyone, he didn't exactly feel like sharing his private thoughts and troubles with people he barely knew yet.

you didn't blame him. you were also kind of hoping the conversation wouldn't get around to you right now. you clearly remembered the last thing you wished for, and you were in no rush to discuss it with anyone here at the table in this moment.

everyone looked at him expectantly.

you were about to speak, try to change the topic off of mingi, but seonghwa spoke before you.

"i remember mine," he said, "you can think while i share, if that's alright with you?" seonghwa looked at mingi, sensing that he wasn't keen to talk.

mingi sent him a thankful look and nodded.

"the last thing i can remember wishing to be perfect." he said steadily, like he'd been working up the courage to say it for a while. "i'm a dancer, so it's frustrating when i mess a move up or i can't quite understand it. even worse when everyone else except me seems to get it."

"i take dance classes every now and then, i can imagine the pressure of doing it professionally." yunho replied understandingly.

"for what it's worth, you should try not to compare yourself to others. it seems like you're already hard enough on yourself, you don't need that extra stress." you added, placing the last bit of food on your plate into your mouth.

seonghwa smiled at your comment, he seemed to really be absorbing what you said. "thanks, i'll remember that for when i get home."

there was a beat of silence, a unanimous thought that it was more like an 'if' they get home.

everyone finished up the last of their meal, quietly chatting as the fireplace gradually dimmed.

"dinner was delicious, thanks guys." you said to san and wooyoung.

yeosang cleared his throat, implying that he also helped to cook.

wooyoung playfully his yeosang's arm. "all you did was stand there and ask us when it would be ready."

yeosang couldn't hide his smile as he was exposed.

"what about me?" jongho folded his arms over his chest.

"please, you cracked two eggs." san rolled his eyes jokingly.

"that's two more eggs than yeosang!" he retorted, glaring competitively in yeosang's direction.

"tomorrow i'm going to crack three eggs." yeosang shrugged casually.

"alright you guys, let's stop it right there before this turns physical." hongjoong stretched in his seat.

"what kind of physical?" yunho wiggled his eyebrows.

"i meant like a tussle or something," hongjoong laughed, "i'm not sure what you're on about."

you picked up your plate and seonghwa's and mingi's, who had been sitting either side of you, before carrying them to the sink. you collected everyone else's dishes as the continued talking, while the sink began to fill with hot water.

you were ready to start washing them when hongjoong crept up behind you.

"what do you think you're doing?" he quipped.

"uh," you blinked at him, a dish in one hand and a soapy cloth in the other, "cleaning the dishes?"

"absolutely not." seonghwa said, now standing beside you.

"sit back down." hongjoong tried to take the cloth from you. "we'll do them."

"what? no, i don't mind doing it, really. it's the least i can do since san and wooyoung cooked." you attempted to convince them, but they weren't having it.

they glanced at each other. you were clearly weren't going to stop so they had to do the next best thing.

"at least let us help." seonghwa reasoned, picking up a tea towel to dry the dishes with.

you huffed, "fine. if you must."

you'd admit it, cleaning the dishes took less than half the time you had anticipated it would with the boy's help. in that time, the rest of the group showered and were preparing themselves for bed.

honestly, none of you had any clue what the time was, you just knew you were ready to sleep.

if you were lucky you'd wake up in the morning to find that this was all some horrible nightmare, but you had an unfortunate feeling that wouldn't be the case.

you thanked seonghwa and hongjoong for helping out and immediately after climbed into the nearest empty bed.

the giant mushroom cap that sheltered you had only one big room, save for the bathroom at the far wall. the beds lined the wall, almost like a dormitory room. it was different from what you were used to—which was the comfort of your own bedroom—but it didn't bother you too much. truthfully? you were glad to be with the boys. if you had been alone through this you would be utterly terrified to sleep through the night.

but somehow, sleep overtook your body within minutes.

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you bolted upright from a terrible nightmare gasping for air.

it wasn't real, you had to continuously remind yourself.

and of course, it was your one wish. the one thing you'd rather not talk about if you could avoid it. your biggest weakness.

you quietly swung your legs off the edge of the bed and padded over to the sink to fill a glass of cold water. you also splashed a little on your face for a little clarity. a reality check.

you'd hoped this would be some awful dream within a dream, yet, when the icy water hit your face, you still found yourself standing over a dingy kitchen sink.

someone else had woken up while you were getting a drink.

"can't sleep?" wooyoung whispered.

"i fell asleep just fine, a nightmare woke me up." you whispered back.

he'd picked the bed next to yours, you noticed.

"wanna talk about it?"

you shook your head, though it was too dark for wooyoung to have seen, "actually, i'd rather not. sorry."

you weren't ready. yet.

"it's okay." he replied, "sometimes it's hard to discuss those kinds of things."

"thanks for offering though." you smiled softly, but once again it was too dark for him to really see.

you crawled back into bed and pulled the covers close to your body, drifting back to sleep a lot slower than before.

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[aspecpplarebeautiful]

I didnt know who to say this and i really need to tell someone, so ill drop i here hoping its okay.

Okay so. Im aroace and i thought i was totally alloplatonic but lately ive realized that that might not be the case. Like, i have always tooken friendships seriously. For me, friends are this carefully selected group of ppl i care about deeply and that the feeling is reciprocal. I didnt think i was any different from the rest until a few months ago i started to see some things i didnt believe were a strange behavior until now.

First, when was eight i found out my best friend had made new friends and i was like ??? Why do you want more??

Then, that discoverment took me to realize i didnt want more friends. And not just that, but that i didnt know how to make friends. Every friend i had, was because they tried to be friends with me. And that, apparently, was weird. I was eight, i didnt wanted to be weird.

After that, it literally became my life mission to discover how to make friends by my own. Im talking about years of observation and analysis and hypothesis and try and fail. Like if making friends were my science proyect.

The thing is, i wasnt very consious i was putting so much effort on this. In my mind, it was totally normal. Kind of. The way i saw it was like if everyone else had an instict to make friends and i had broken mine by overthinking. So i had to repair it.

At thirteen, i did have a few friends that i got to love really really deeply. I just felt so comfortable around them and i didnt feel out of place. Like, it was easy to just *be* with them. But again, it was them who became friends with me, and at the beggining i was absolutely awkward.

Then i found out i was aroace and learning to make friends became my priority.

A while after that, I lost those friends cuz they didnt believe frienships were that important and i have dignity, so i walked away from the ppl who didnt appreciate the only kind of relationship i wanted.

But at fifteen i made new ones. And this time was different cuz we fit instantly. Listen to me, i had made a group of friends, and it felt like a big achivement. And in that friendgroup were the two ppl that today are my someones (id say qpr but we havent discussed about it a lot yet)

So, a few months ago i heard about the aplatonic spectrum and i thought yeah there's no way that could be me, cuz friendships always have been an important part of my life. Like, all the meaningful relationships ive had, were platonic. I mean, yes. I was weird with making new friends, but that's how it is for introverts, right?

BUT then i started to go to language classes and my someones arent there, and for the first time in a decade, i had gone to a place and didnt pressure myself to make new friends. And i notice things i didnt before. Most ppl do have an instict to make new friends. Most ppl dont need a deep emotional conection to call someone a friend. Most ppl dont look for a life-long friendship, or expect them to be.

So, yeah. I think i might be demiplatonic or smth and i dont know what to do with that information.

Yeah, definitely you can use that label if you want to. Your experiences don't sound that off from the way I've see other people describe feeling like they're on the aplatonic spectrum, including the AVEN thread where it was coined.

It's up to you what you want to do with this. All labels are optional, it's up to you to decide if you feel like it'd be useful for you, if you feel a connection to it, etc. It's also OK to decide if you don't feel like you need it. Sometime too it can be nice to figure out something about ourselves, but we don't do much with it.

Basically, don't be afraid to do what feels right for you, Anon.

All the best!

[eggsmuses-a]

/sorry for the writing inactivity recently, ive been grinding my seals on d2 and havent had much motivation/inspiration to get back to threads

theres been a couple new people here too so im also gonna drop a gentle reminder that i have a password that needs to be sent and an interest tracker to be filled, otherwise chances are i wont get back to you !

ill try to be more active but no guarantees, please let me know if theres any threads you definitely want to continue because i may clear out some drafts im not feeling (this depends if youre fine with it though !)

#( out of eggs ) -- ooc

[ladyofshallot]

its about a third or so through the year now so i thought i’d do a little reading check in! the covers above are all the books i’ve so far this year (for fun! i’ve read 8 or so books for school this semester, mostly poetry collections and some young adult novels for an education course, but i dont really care enough about them to talk about lol!)  

here’s a little run down, not really in any order:

her body and other parties by carmen maria machado — read probably two thirds of this last fall, but took a break from reading when the semester got too crazy. finishing this was so great!!! i think machado’s writing is phenomenal and her stories are so moving. it makes me want to read more short story collections, because i dont really seek them out! 

persuasion by jane austen — reread! i listened to the cynthia erivo audiobook from spotify over the weekend before valentines day and it was very lovely 🥰

my name will grow wide like a tree by yi lei — i’m so glad yi lei’s work has been translated so that i got an opportunity to experience her brilliant poetry. i read and reread the lines like 🤯🤯🤯! tracy k. smith has also done something really cool with the translation here. she talks in depth about her process in the introduction, which was excerpted in lithub if youre curious! 

deerskin by robin mckinley — one of my new favorite books! strange, propulsive, essential!! 

phantom of the opera by gaston leroux — this was fine lol the musical is definitely more fun

pachinko by min jin lee — didnt have this on my list of books to read this spring but i got so excited by trailer for the tv show adaptation and the opening title sequence (!!!!!) that i just had to :) it was amazing! if you’re intimidated by the length, honestly dont be! i flew through it 

trouble the saints by alaya dawn johnson — another one i picked up again after dropping it last fall. this was so lush and atmospheric, but i found it hard to follow all the threads of this one, partly because of the way it’s plotted, partly because the fantasy elements are so nebulous

the moonstone by wilkie collins — randomly a new favorite! i love detective novels, so it shouldnt be a surprise, but i guess i wasnt expecting The Literal First One to be so compelling and fun! it felt like sinking into a hot bath every time i opened the book 

the low low woods by carmen maria machado — i must be a machado completist!!! this rocked! as a PA native, i was especially tickled by the fact that she’s writing what she calls “pennsylvania horror” here :) centralia is such juicy inspo for a creepy graphic novel like this one.

2022 has been a good year for books so far! it doesn't really feel like it, because i haven’t been reading super regularly. but looking back, i found some new favorites and havent really disliked anything!

#2022 #her body and other parties #carmen maria machado #persuasion #jane austen #my name will grow wide like a tree #yi lei #tracy k. smith #deerskin #robin mckinley #phantom of the opera #gaston leroux #pachinko #min jin lee #trouble the saints #alaya dawn johnson #the moonstone #wilkie collins #the low low woods #novels #poetry #translated poetry #graphic novel #reading #books

[sillyguyhotline]

17. “How is any of this ok?” with Joe and Sara maybe?

dude im gonna be completely honest i havent written anything in like a month so i think the quality isnt gonna be great but here goes nothing

God, Sara missed the feeling of home.

Every semblance of familiarity and comfort she’d once found in the town she’d grown up in, the house she’d spent her childhood running through, now felt chillingly foreign.

Perhaps it was the heavy burden of knowledge weighing fresh upon her shoulders: ASUNARO’s corruption seemed now to peer slyly around every corner, no matter where she went. She still didn’t know how much of the town had rotted away under its grasp, how much of the town its poison had pervaded… but she was probably better off not knowing.

Whatever was left of Midori, that miserable mix of pulsing blood and electronic emotion, had been ground to bits inside that coffin… but Sara couldn’t ignore the creeping fear that his burning, ever-present gaze would appear out of nowhere and terrorize her again.

But he wouldn’t. The death game was over, and they’d promised they would never hurt her or any of her loved ones again.

Most of the loved ones she still encountered day-to-day, gruesomely blood splattered and sitting like corpses propped up hastily in a corner, would be safe no matter if ASUNARO was fresh on her tail or a thousand miles away. What a cruel price to pay for safety, to never be hurt again.

They still lived on if Sara closed her eyes tight enough, if she listened to the twisting words of the hallucinations and let them convince her she was monstrous. But the second she dared to open her eyes, she knew they’d be dead again. Life worked in terrible ways, and that was all there was to it.

Joe’s house had always been a second home to her, ever since the two of them became friends. Joe was the farthest cry from Sara in terms of social interactions- it had taken at least 3 months for Sara to trust Joe enough to invite him over, but Joe had insisted she hang out at his house the very same day they became friendly enough to exchange more than a sentence with each other.

There was a certain sort of comfort to the warmth of his house, the constant scent of cooking food pervading the air and the little trinkets scattered in every corner. No surface of his house went without decoration, in its silly little way. It was full of pictures, too, some carefully framed and some dangling from the wall by pushpins, but Sara got the sense that none of the photos went unloved. Most of them were occupied by an orange-haired man, often carrying a younger Joe (back when he was still sporting that atrocious crew cut). Sara always assumed it was his dad, but thought it would be impolite to ask… particularly when the weeks stretched on and Sara had yet to meet that mysterious orange-haired man.

Eventually, pictures of Sara began to join the collage on the wall- pictures taken as she butchered yet another pop song during karaoke, or when they went out to get food, or when she mistakenly sat down on a traffic cone during gym (after many protests from Sara, he took that one down). As silly as the pictures were, and as obvious as it was that Joe had waited for the most embarrassing moments to take them, it was sort of sweet in a way.

Joe’s mother was always kind to her, though there was a constant weariness in her eyes that Sara always felt a bit uneasy about questioning. Sometimes she’d let the two of them cook things in the kitchen, but more often than not they’d go up to Joe’s room and screw around in there, with video games or music or the 50 times Joe tried to persuade Sara to climb out the window and sit on the roof with him before she finally agreed.

As rare as it was for Sara to agree to sit on the roof, it was even rarer for Joe to agree to study with her, much to Sara’s chagrin. Joe had always walked a fine line between passing and failing, but Sara had to admit he walked it well. When she did manage to convince him to study, though (usually the day before final exams), they’d sit on the cushy couch in his living room and somehow manage to bother each other as much as possible while feigning concentration.

The couch hadn’t changed after several years- Sara could tell that much the minute she sat down on it and avoided the urge to break eye contact with Joe’s mother. It was still well-worn, a couch that likely should have been replaced at least a decade ago but had never really been disposed of. Loose threads were protruding from the cover, drawn out from years of visitors fidgeting with them.

Sara shifted uncomfortably in her seat, the slight motion making her sink deeper into the couch’s soft cushioning. She’d only spent one minute in the house and was already sweating, whether from the heat of the home or the thousand-yard stare of the woman sitting across from her.

Ryoko was there, too, sitting to Sara’s left and gazing listlessly at the well-trodden carpet beneath her feet. …Ryoko.

Sara cast a hesitant glance around the room, duly noting the photos covering the walls. Not a single one of hers had been taken down, but several more photos had appeared with Joe’s beaming face featuring prominently in them. Joe’s presence was always enough to fill a room even when he wasn’t speaking; it took a lot to fill in the gaps left by his absence.

God, she missed him.

The wind whistled against the window-screen; Sara had memorized the familiar creak of the wooden window frame being lifted up to welcome in the mild autumn air. Sara had always thought of autumn as a beginning- she loved summer as much as any other kid, but as the haze of the weather began to wind down she was quick to grow impatient and look forward to the school year, to being productive again. Joe had always disagreed with her.

“Fall is the literal death of fun,” he’d complained once, walking home with Sara after finishing the first week of school. “Couldn’t they have pushed back the first day of school by, like, another week? You think if we got enough people to sign a petition, they’d give us an extra week of summer?”

“Oh, come on, we both know even if you had an extra week of summer you’d just be complaining a week later,” Sara had teased back.

The death of fun. It certainly felt like that, Sara decided. She’d never feared the looming darkness of fall and winter quite so much before. But now, she supposed, there was no sunshine who’d weather it with her.

“Well… Sara?” Joe’s mother spoke up, voice hoarse with the sound of repressed tears in her throat. Sara recognized the sound all too well.

There was no resentment in the woman’s eyes when Sara made eye contact with her. No anger, no frustration, nor had there been any in her measured motions when she welcomed Sara into the home. It didn’t take any words for Sara to tell that there was no blame to be foisted upon her.

She was still Joe’s best friend.

“I’m sorry to have dragged you out here on such short notice.” The woman’s voice was weak. “I don’t know all the details of what happened, of course. Haven’t heard anything, aside from the little tidbits the police told me when I dropped by the station.”

Sara’s shoulders stiffened at the mention of the police, at the idea of them pleasantly answering her questions as though they weren’t just as complicit in that tragedy as ASUNARO had been.

“And…” the woman glanced down at her hands, toughened from a lifetime of working. “I know something terrible happened to you. The circles under your eyes are darker than midnight, I know it’s so selfish of me to be dragging you out here, but… I haven’t slept a wink for weeks. Been so worried about Joe, and about you too.”

She nodded in the direction of the black-haired girl who hadn’t spoken a word the entire time. “Ryoko’s been worried about the both of you, too. Your parents weren’t answering the door, so she went to me. I hope you’ll forgive the two of us for disturbing you, Sara, but… you have the answers the police won’t give us, don’t you?”

God, her gaze was piercing.

“...Yeah. Yeah, I do.”

It was taking everything in Sara’s power not to look at the vacant seat to her right. If Joe was there, he would have been laughing and lightening the mood, completing the circle that had been left so jarringly empty.

But they wouldn’t have been having this conversation if Joe was there.

Ms. Tazuna nodded slowly. “This means the world to me, Sara. Don’t forget that.”

Sara did her best to muster a smile. “Don’t worry. I won’t.”

The woman gave another nod, eyes defocusing as though even now, she wasn’t quite sure why she was there. “Alright. Alright. Well, then…” She cleared her throat uncomfortably. “Guess I should get right to the point, yeah? Is he… is… how is he…?”

So she still hadn’t quite let go of that little thread of hope, even after seeing Sara return home safe and alive with no best friend in tow. Who was Sara to judge? When hope was the only thing to cling to, it only made sense to cling to it like a lifeline.

Sara twisted her hands, the same old nervous habit she’d had for years, and wondered briefly if she’d picked it up from Ms. Tazuna. How terrible it was, to carry the news that nobody, much less any mother, ever wanted to hear.

“I… I’m sorry, Ms. Tazuna. He didn’t make it out alive.”

Sara hadn’t expected the hush that immediately fell over the room. She’d expected immediate tears, the grieving cry of a mother in pain. Instead, the room became muffled, still as a painting captured in time.

Slowly, Ryoko looked up from her bitten-down fingers, eyes rimmed red already. Ryoko had always been an emotional person, the only person Sara knew who could fluctuate from full-on sobs to cheerful giggles in less than a minute. Sara was so unused to the look that was now filling her eyes- cold, solid misery. As though there were no tears in her eyes left to cry, no more tragedies to bemoan. Just a deep and horrified comprehension of just how many things in her life had gone wrong.

And, slowly, Ms. Tazuna began to cry.

Tears had become so uncomfortable for Sara to bear witness to. Was it selfish of her to look away? It couldn’t be, not when every raw sob reminded her of the art student seeing her first (and certainly not last) death, of the broken sibling openly weeping over apologies gone unspoken, of the unknowing siblings screaming their throats out with pleas for death so the other could survive.

Especially not now. Not when every tear rang in her mind as a reminder of cold tubes piercing her best friend’s chest, of his corpse slumping and falling in a pool of blood, because oh god he wasn’t supposed to have lost so much blood, how was he supposed to live without it, of the clickclickclickclickclicking rising in volume while her attempts to save him grew feebler and feebler.

Her hands were bloodstained, no matter how many times she tried to scrub them clean. Those dreadful hands of hers had failed her, failed Joe, failed the women sobbing openly in front of her.

She swallowed back the apologies that always rose in her throat as Ms. Tazuna rushed to sniffle back her tears.

“I… god, I… he’s really gone?”

Sara couldn’t bear to look her in the eyes. “I’m so sorry.”

“Please… please tell me it was a peaceful death. He didn’t… suffer too much, did he?”

The resounding wave of clicks flooded her mind. “It was as peaceful as I could make it. I… he smiled at me, right before he died. I’d… very much like to think that means he was happy when he died.”

“What happened?” Ryoko’s voice came out rough, the first of it Sara had heard in weeks. “Joe told me, after our date, that he was going to walk you home, and then neither of you showed up at school the next day. And now… it’s been three weeks? And Joe… Joe’s dead? What the hell happened, Sara?”

“God,” Sara mumbled, mesmerizing herself with the twisting motions of her own hands. “I’m not sure if you’d even believe me if I told you. I don’t even know if I believe what happened myself.”

“I’d believe anything.” The sentence was firm. “I just want to know what happened.”

Sara nodded wearily. The familiar weight of her bright orange ponytail was notably missing- the day after she’d escaped, she’d demanded the hairdresser cut her hair short and crisp. She shuddered every time she thought about the ponytail brushing against her neck as she spent each argument screaming and protesting for her life. Even worse was the memory of how carefully Joe had styled her hair, forsaking his usual clumsiness to braid every strand with a remarkable tenderness. She didn’t want to remember any of it- even though, as the locks went cascading to the floor, she was reminded starkly of Keiji’s bleach-stained trauma response.

“For some reason, something to do with the mafia, we were kidnapped. And pulled into a death game. There were twenty of us, including me and Joe. I- I’m not going to get into all the specifics. It’s going to make me sick to my stomach if I do. But… they made us play this sadistic fucking game to narrow down the competition. Based on cards. Joe drew a bad card, and… they executed him.” Something in Sara’s throat tightened as she finished speaking, and she fell silent.

“Just like that?” His mother’s voice came out as a hoarse whisper. “How… how’d they kill him?”

“I’d rather not say.” There came the gushing sound of blood pulsing through the tubes. “He didn’t suffer too long” - she hoped - “but it was a gruesome way to die. I don’t want to think about it, please understand.”

It took a moment for his mother to register the words and nod, face still painted with horror.

“Why… how did the two of you even end up there in the first place?” Ryoko spoke up again. “You said something about the mafia? How the hell are you two connected with the mafia?”

“I don’t know how I am,” Sara responded immediately. “It must be something with my family. I couldn’t control any of this, I swear, but… Joe wasn’t meant to end up there at all.”

Ryoko paused. “He… he wasn’t meant to end up there?”

Sara swallowed back the lump in her throat. “The game… it was something that was being prepared for ages. There weren’t just a few ragtag kidnappers behind it, there was an entire organization. Even the police were involved. They ran AI tests, hundreds if not thousands of them, trying to calculate who’d be the most likely to win. And… when all the numbers came back, the person most likely to win… was me.”

She spread her arms wide, baring her sins and her cruelties to the world, and in that moment felt distinctly like the angel of death Keiji had branded her to be.

“They needed something to drag me down, I guess. Make the odds more balanced. So they dragged Joe into this fucking mess. I guess they thought that him being there would keep me steady enough to make everything fair.” A cold hand, dripping with tendrils of phantom blood, caressed her chin with a lethal grip. “...They were right.”

Ryoko’s gaze had gone cold again. “So Joe died just because you cared about him? What the fuck kind of death sentence is that?”

Sara shook her head numbly.

“Why did it have to be him?” The heartbreak in Ryoko’s voice was clearer than day. “So many people love you, Sara, why did it have to be him? Hell, I’m your best friend too, aren’t I? Why couldn’t it have been me? I’m a much worse person than Joe ever was, I deserved to be in his place way more. Couldn’t they have killed me instead?”

Sara winced at the growing desperation in her best friend’s voice, the raw crack she knew all too well. It should have been me, it should have been me, it should have been me. Sara could have almost fooled herself into seeing a crisp aquamarine when Ryoko’s hair flashed into the light.

“Ryoko… it could have been.”

The girl fell silent.

“They had files on you too. They knew how close we were, they knew how much you meant to me… but Joe was in the wrong place at the wrong time. And they fucking killed him for it.”

Oh, how she wished she could go back to that balmy early-autumn night, see the smile on Joe’s face and listen to his lighthearted laughter again. The desire to keep one’s friend safe had become a crime deserving of a death sentence.

Ryoko’s eyes remained locked to Sara’s, devoid of any dullness. In the look they exchanged was a deep, sinking understanding, one that had nauseated Sara to the core the first time the realization struck her.

It was by no crafty strategy that Joe had died instead of Ryoko, no favoritism biased against the kindest person either of them would ever know. It was a simple, terrible twist of fate. Ryoko could have taken his place had she done something as inconsequential as offering to walk Sara home instead.

But she hadn’t.

It took everything in Sara’s power to avoid wondering what would’ve changed if she had.

“How is any of this okay?” Ryoko broke the silence weakly. “They killed him- they could have killed me, too. He was seventeen. Seventeen. How did anybody let this happen? How did this happen, Sara?”

“I- I don’t know.” Ryoko’s wrath was simmering; even though Sara knew truly that she wasn’t the subject of the anger, she still felt scalded. “I miss him so much, Ryoko. I watched him die, and nothing in my power let me save him. I miss him, Ryoko, I miss him every waking minute of every day. We were supposed to escape together and get out safe and pretend this never happened, but…” the tears were beginning to well up again. She couldn’t bear the thought of breaking down in front of anyone, especially not over him.

“I’m going to go make some coffee,” his mother interrupted suddenly. She’d been noticeably quiet, but the still-fresh streaks of tears painted down her cheeks told the story she didn’t need to vocalize. “Some coffee, and some snacks. And we’ll keep talking from there, alright? Do you guys have your phones?”

The two girls nodded uneasily.

“Please… find any pictures you have of him. I want to make this wall as bright as possible.”

Without any other words, she hurried out of the room, and it fell to silence once more. Outside the window, the cool autumn breeze began to stir the leaves in the air, gusting forward to brush against Sara’s cheek just as the hallucination had done mere minutes ago.

And the Tazuna household began to feel more like home again.

#is this worth publishing to ao3 #idk #gonna put it in the tags im feelin risky tonight #yttd #joe tazuna #sara chidouin #ryoko hirose #joesara #i guess #i just tag anything joesara at this point even if it's not outright romantic #idc whether it's romantic or platonic honestly #theyre them #and thats all that matters

[harley-the-pancake]

has h made an appearance anywhere since he made the crypto tweet?? because i havent heard anything regarding it, the only thing i know is that hes using spotify bc i follow him on there bc i was curious abt his music taste

To my knowledge, no

(edit after looking at HBomb Updates on Twitter: he posted a picture of Link in his Instagram story yesterday)

He already rarely uses any social media so there’s that

But he’s also hasn’t streamed in 16 days and dropped out of a Twitch Rivals that he was planned to be in (this was also the day after the post & he already hadn’t streamed in a few days then; about 11 days since last stream then?)

Before that, he had said that he was feeling a bit burnt out and he was working more on videos and Irl stuff. Could he be not streaming from burnout? From wanting to avoid possible contracts or the ad? We don’t know.

But I feel like the next time he streams is when he’ll address it. I can’t remember what it looked like notif wise when he addressed the first controversy, but he addressed the situation and then played on Vault Hunters after. But he isn’t one to address something by notes app or a thread.

But only time can tell here

#mcyt #hbomb94 #hbomb #discourse #ph anon of the opera

[broadstbroskis]

ivy- morgan rielly

a/n: i wrote a thing, don’t hate me. very much inspired by ivy from the absolutely incredible new tswift evermore album (you should listen to the whole thing if you havent already and def this song)

warnings: infidelity (it’s a central theme), angst (lots)

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The arm draped over her waist tightens just as Ophelia begins to move away. She bites her lip and closes her eyes and she feels Morgan bury his face in her hair, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Don’t go.” He whispers.

“I have to.” She wouldn’t. She’d stay here all night if she could. She’d stay until morning, she’d stay forever...but she can’t. “You know that.” It’s just as quiet, as if they’re both afraid of breaking the spell over them, but by now, they both know that prolonging the inevitable leads only to more pain, more difficulty leaving.

Morgan presses another kiss to the top of her head before rolling away; she feels the cold of his absence immediately, a loss that’s going to stay with her until she manages to find an escape to be with him again. 

Her clothes are scattered everywhere tonight, it seems, which merely means she feels Morgan’s eyes following her around his room as she gathers them. “Stop that.”

There’s the smallest of smiles of his face when she looks up at him, after pulling her sweater back on. “Stop looking at you? Never.” And she’s really supposed to be leaving, but how’s Ophelia not supposed to kiss him after that?

Morgan’s thumb strokes over her cheek after they break apart,  a gentle caress that expresses so much of all the things she knows he can’t-or won’t-say. “Text me when you get home, yeah?”

“I will.” Ophelia squeezes his hand gently, understanding the true message behind his words, the I love you, that’s just too much to say outright. And then, because it’s too much for her to actually say goodbye, she squeezes his hand once more, and then slips out of his room.

It’s dark still when she opens the door to her apartment a few floors down and the silence is deafening. By all accounts, it should be warmer and homier than the bachelor pad she just left. She’d put a lot of work and effort into making it a home, a place for a relationship to grow, to start a family. 

Right now, it just felt cold and unwelcoming, and Ophelia drops her keys on the table by the door in their usual spot, making a beeline for the master bathroom, not turning any lights on in the apartment until she makes it there. The sound of the shower finally drowns out the silence that’s ringing around her, stops her thoughts from running wild, and only when she steps inside does she let the tears fall.

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Ophelia blinks once, and then again, adjusting her eyes to the bright sun shining in through the windows. The other side of the bed is empty, but warm still, like it’s only been recently vacated, and she musters up the energy to climb out of bed and find her slippers before she wanders out into the kitchen.

“‘Morning.” Jon’s scrolling through his phone at the table, likely checking emails, or possibly moved onto his morning social media read thru, his coffee still steaming in front of him. “There’s more in the pot.”

“Thanks.” She returns the small smile he’d sent her and pours a mug for herself, settling in at the table next to him and taking a moment to get used to the usual silence. “When’d you get in last night?”

Jon hums for a second, like he’s thinking about it. “3, I think?”

“Jesus.” She shakes her head; she doesn’t need to look at the clock to know that it’s too early for him to be up and dressed to go back to the office already then. “You need to sleep more.”

Jon stands up with his mug and kisses the top of her head. “I’ll sleep when I’m dead.”

The thing is, she’s not sure he’s kidding. It’s an attitude that he shares with the rest of his firm, a top financial group filled with people just like Jon, always pushing themselves to do the absolute most. It’s not-she’d never begrudge him his success, but really, how well can he be taking care of himself when all he does is go to work, go to the gym, and travel for days at a time?

“That’ll be sooner than you think if you keep going on four hours of sleep.” Ophelia chides gently, standing to send him off.

Jon laughs. “I’ll be home early tonight; how’s that? We’ll go out somewhere for dinner and then come back to bed,” He waggles his eyebrows. “And then go to bed.”

“Hmm, I’ll believe it when I see it.” Ophelia says, and accepts the kiss he presses to her cheek on his way out the door.

(He doesn’t make it to dinner, but Ophelia's not shocked; she hadn’t bothered to change out of her gym clothes and orders takeout for herself instead.)

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Probably a long shot, but are you free at 3 to go see a house? Ophelia sends Jon the second their realtor confirms the showing, unsurprised when he sends back a thumbs down emoji. She sighs, and confirms with the realtor that she’ll be attending alone-again-and then scrolls around the neighborhood, looking at other houses for sale. If she’s going all the way out to Etobicoke, she may as well check out a few others while she’s there.

Showings confirmed, she dresses for the spin class she’s hitting first and makes her way downstairs, catching Morgan in the parking garage. “Hey.”

“Hey.” He smiles. He’s got a couple teammates with him, the only thing stopping her from burying her face in his neck and slipping her hands into his hoodie pocket. “How’s it going?”

“Good.” She answers truthfully. It’s been a couple days since they’ve talked, longer since she’s seen him, even just in passing like this; he’s been out of town a lot this month for games. “You happy to be home for a bit?”

“Yeah,” Morgan nods, meeting her eyes, and she hadn’t intended the question to be anything more than what it is, but she catches the double meaning in his answer right away. “I am.”

“Yeah.” She catches herself mindlessly agreeing with him, forgetting about the teammates standing with him watching their every move and smiling gently at Morgan, instead. “It’ll be nice.”

Someone coughs, lightly, but it’s enough to break the moment. She suspects, from the look on Morgan’s face, that whichever one of his friend’s had interrupted had done so on purpose, is putting some kind of story together, and she’s taking that as her cue to go. “I’ll talk to you soon, I’m sure. Catch you in the halls.” She tries to joke, but it falls flat, so she makes her goodbyes instead, and even though they’re not alone, it’s impossible not to reach out and brush her fingers against his arm for just the quickest of touches as she passes.

-----

“What do you think?” Ophelia can feel Pam studying her, but she bites her lip before she answers, knowing that she’s being an absolute pest.

“I just-I don’t really love it.” She says finally, and to her absolute credit, her realtor doesn’t even blink, even though this is the fifth house this afternoon she’s said that exact same thing about.

“What didn’t you love?”

What didn’t she love? Jesus, fucking everything. The bedrooms were too small, the kitchen was laid out terribly, the whole floor plan was a mess. Even petty little things, like the shape of the breakfast nook bothered her about this house. She explains her issues with the house, promising to make a list of what she’s absolutely looking for, and to send over any places she wants to take a look at, before slipping into her car and taking a deep breath.

There’s a text waiting for her from Jon. Going to be late at the office tonight, working on a pitch. Don’t wait up.

Another deep breath. She shoots off a response, a quick ok, and then swipes to another thread. Are you home?

Morgan’s response comes almost immediately. Yeah, just about to order dinner. You want in?

She does, absolutely. Be there in an hour.

Morgan has dinner waiting in takeout containers and plates ready, but Ophelia’s perfectly happy to ignore both of those in favor of pressing herself as close to him as she can and pushing up for a kiss. “Hi.” She says, a little breathlessly.

“I’m certainly not complaining, but what’d I do to deserve that?” He pulls her back in, entangling her fingers with his one hand and using the other to pull her closer. She loves when he holds her like this, keeps her so close that it feels like nothing can come between them, that nothing matters besides the two of them. 

She traces a pattern along his hand and feels him pull her in even more tightly. “Just for being you.” It’s a little sappy, too sappy maybe, but she cherishes every moment she’s gotten to spend knowing him and growing with him. 

The kiss Morgan pulls her in for at that is soft and promising, but he pulls back, looking as if it almost pains him. “Dinner first?” And because she can hear his stomach rumbling, she nods in agreement, with a smile and the smallest of laughs. 

“Dinner first.”

-----

It’s snowing.

It’s snowing and the pond is frozen, but it’s empty, surrounded by evergreens and mountains, already coated in white. The air is crisp, that winter crispness that can only truly be felt in the middle of nowhere, and Ophelia breathes deeply, taking in the distinct scent of winter that she never really gets in Toronto, before it’s overpowered by a familiar one.

When Morgan skates up behind her, he doesn’t stop; instead, he only slows down enough to catch her arm and pull her along with him. 

“Morgan!” Ophelia scolds, but she’s laughing when she does, so he can’t possibly take her seriously.

“Ophelia!” He mimics, picking up speed, ignoring her sudden shriek and skating around in front of her to take both of her hands.

“Showoff.” She nods at him, still leading the two of them around the pond, only moving backwards now, so as to still be looking at her.

“Nah, just want to look at that pretty face more.”

When she stops, it doesn’t even catch him off guard; Morgan just glides the half step closer to her, still grinning as she teases him. “You get to look at my face all the time now.”

“Doesn’t mean I’m ever tired of it.” She loves him so much. How open and honest he is, that he always says what he’s thinking, from the sweetest things like that to anything he’s unclear about. His gentle touches, the warm caresses. His stupid dad jokes. She’d spend forever laughing at them just to see the smile on his face when she does.

“Not yet, at least.” She teases. “‘Ever’ is a lot of time.”

“Still not enough.” Morgan says, and then slips one of his hands into his pocket, coming back out with a velvet jewelry box. “Maybe forever?”

“Hey.” It doesn’t sound right, too distant and too unenthusiastic; it doesn’t match the pure joy in Morgan’s eyes looking at her.

“Yes.” She says, smiling and nodding at him.

“Phel,” there’s a gentle nudge against her neck and she blinks awake. There’s Morgan...but…she blinks the fuzziness of the dream away. He looks unhappy, reluctant, and she gets it, suddenly, when he continues. “It’s late.”

“Oh.” She says quietly, swallowing the lump in her throat. He presses a kiss to the back of her neck, another one on the soft skin where it meets her shoulder. “Mo-“ Morgan lifts his head to look at her, but there’s nothing she could say right now that would bring happiness to his face, nothing that would come even close to the unbridled excitement in her dream, so she keeps the memory close to her heart and gives him a soft kiss instead, before she has to go.

-----

“Glass of red, as requested.” Ophelia smiles in thanks as Jon passes her a glass, but her attention is directed at the monstrosity of a tie that his coworker and best friend has shown up to a corporate event wearing.

“Kevin.” She says, and from the grin on his face, her disbelief is clear. “What is that?”

“It’s fashion, Ophelia.” Kevin says, putting an act of superiority on, but then going right back to his usual, kind of goofy, self. “Naw, I found it when we were in Dallas last week. It’s lit, isn’t it?”

“Lit.” She repeats dryly, taking a sip of her wine to hide a smile as he and Jon laugh. 

The laughs don’t last long, as the three of them are approached by Jon’s boss, and the small talk begins. There’s a client there they want to land tonight, or at least make dinner plans with for a later date, and that’s top priority, but don’t forget to make time for this person too because their contract is up in March, and of course, you can’t ignore the Leafs, especially not so-and-so from the such-and-such’s office because they’re looking to renew the sponsorship agreement after the season, and...

She blanks on all the names. All she needs to do is smile pretty anyway.

She excuses herself after Keith Williams (the client, who agrees to dinner later in the week, another night she’ll be alone) to refill her wine glass, and is waiting by the bar when she feels someone slide in next to her just a step too close. Instead of feeling tense though, it relaxes her immediately, and she leans against Morgan. “Hi.”

“Hi.” He smiles back at her. “You look beautiful.”

“Thank you.” Ophelia’d noticed him the minute he’d walked the door, noticed the way his suit was perfectly cut, that the navy brought out his eyes, had had a hard time looking away. “You look okay, I guess.”

Morgan laughs. “Okay, I guess?” He repeats, nudging her side.

“Very handsome.” She accepts her glass of wine from the bartender and smiles in thanks before he leaves them. “It’s a good suit on you.”

She’s sure he’s going to make a comment about how it’s an even better suit off him, but they’re interrupted. “Mo!” Someone says behind them, and Ophelia hadn’t even realized how close they were standing, that she’s curling into him and he’s leaning back, until they have to separate to turn around.

“Mitchy.” Morgan greets, sounding as calm as usual, while Ophelia feels like her heart’s going to beat out of her chest. “Finally made it, huh?”

“Matts couldn’t decide on what shoes he wanted to wear.” Mitch grumbles as the blonde next to him snickers into her palm.

“Worth the wait.” Ophelia looks over at the voice and realizes it’s one of the teammates Morgan had over the other week. She quickly realizes from the look on his face that he’s putting together the same pieces.

“Was it though?’ Mitch is asking him. “That’s the last time we agree to carpool.”

He’s ignored though. “We’ve met before, yeah?”

Ophelia nods. “Uh yeah, I live in the same building as Morgan.” She transfers her wine glass to her left hand to offer her right hand out to shake, catches the blonde’s eyes immediately go to her ring, and ignores the feeling in her stomach as she introduces herself to them.

They’re all friendly enough-Auston, Mitch, Mitch’s girlfriend-but she can’t help but feel like they’re just trying to feel her out for something; she makes polite chit-chat for a few minutes and then excuses herself away from them to go back to Jon.

“Hey.” She says quietly, slipping back into his side.

“All good?” He asks quietly. “You were gone for a while.”

She nods. “ Just ran into someone I know.” He hums noncommittally and she feels a moment of fear for Morgan, but then they’re moving toward that guy from the Leafs office he’s supposed to be talking with and he’s back to all business.

-----

“Can we talk about this later?” Jon zips his suitcase and then looks over at her. “I’ve got to go.”

“When do you want to talk about it?” Ophelia cries frustratedly. “You’re always fucking going.”

Jon glares at her.” Jesus Christ, Ophelia.” He starts rolling his suitcase down the hall and she follows, unable to resist.

“Should I even bother looking at houses still? Or should we just stay stagnant?”

“Do whatever the fuck you want, Ophelia. I don’t care right now.” The door slams behind him, but for once, she can’t bring herself to be mad about it, too furious about the fight they just had, shouting in circles about things they’ve already fought about. 

Stewing in her anger isn’t going to do her any good, so she changes and heads to the gym, each pounding step on the treadmill relieving the thrumming under her skin. She’s feeling better, by the time she slows it down to her cool down- not quite calm, by any means, but enough that she feels she can run the errands she needs to for the day without snapping at anyone who doesn’t deserve her ire.

She’s in the grocery store when her phone starts ringing. “Hey.” She smiles when she sees it’s Morgan.

“Hey.” She can practically hear him smiling, even through the phone, her airpods still in her ears. “I’m home.”

She’s in the snack aisle at the food store, absolutely beaming at the simplest words, just because he’s been gone for a week. “You are?”

“For a few days now.” He confirms.

“You want to come for dinner tonight?” She studies the cart in front of her. “I’ll cook.”

“You’re cooking? Tell me when to be there.” Morgan already sounds excited. It’s not often she gets a chance to cook for him, but every time she does, he raves about it. 

She laughs. “I’m at the store now; I’ll text you when I get home.”

He’s actually waiting for her in the parking garage when she pulls in and she laughs at him fondly as she parks her car. “Welcome back.”

“Hmm, good to be back.” The kiss he gives her in greeting is quick, too quick, but he makes up for it when he pushes her back against the counter as soon as they’re in her kitchen and the groceries are on the counter.

“Do you want risotto tonight or not?” Ophelia laughs against his lips, laughs again as she watches how torn Morgan looks. “We have time.”

He squeezes her hand. “Never enough.” And she kisses him again, because it’s true. These stolen moments, this borrowed time, none of it felt like enough. It wouldn’t ever be enough to show him all the love she has for him, to show him everything he does for her, all the pain he takes away and the joy he brings to her life. 

“Could you go pick out a bottle of wine?” She says quietly, nodding toward the wine fridge, instead of saying the things they both know are true, but will only lead to her saying something stupid, like asking him to run away with her.

-----

The house comes in Pam’s daily email and Ophelia loves it from the first picture. She requests a showing for as early as possible and goes through her morning routine, trying not to get overly excited each time her phone buzzes with a new notification, until finally, Pam responds that she’ll meet her there at noon.

It’s only two hours, but it’s two hours that she can’t seem to fill, no matter what she does. Time feels like it’s stopped, until finally she gets in her car and drives over.

The stone exterior is even more beautiful in person than in the pictures. The kitchen is straight out of her dreams. The bedrooms are spacious, the family room is open, the basement is huge. She walks the entire house once, goes through again and again, smile growing wider each time.

Ophelia can picture it perfectly. The laughter filling all these nooks and crannies. A small blue-eyed boy always bouncing around, begging for anyone to play hockey with him. A girl, the shine of her dark hair catching all the natural light, eagerly trying to keep up with him. Morgan throwing his bag down the second he walks in the door and scooping them both into his arms to say hello, before coming to her and a baby, greeting them both just as tenderly.

It’s abrupt, the crash back to reality. This house, this beautiful, gorgeous, house can’t be hers. That life isn’t hers. It can’t be hers. It won’t be theirs. 

Ophelia doesn’t feel her legs crumble out from under her, but she finds herself on the floor, hand brushing over the carpet. She doesn’t feel the tears start either, but it’s not long before the sobs are wracking her entire body and she’s unable to stop.

#morgan rielly fanfic #morgan rielly imagine #hockey fanfic #hockey imagine #nhl fanfiction #nhl imagines #toronto maple leafs imagine #my hockey fics

[jui-imouto-chan]

i wanna see more of the hiraharem magic au, if you havent expanded on it already!! the idea is super cool :)

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Ah thank you!!! 💕💕

Alright, so let’s pick up where we left on, then! :D

Hinata kind of starts sweating really, really hard bc holy heck there’s two scary tall demons in his room what how did he do this AGAIN—

“Iwa-Chan, how’d you get through here too?”

“I... I have no clue. Where even are we?”

They survey the room for a moment, and while the little redhead backed into the corner of his room caught their attention first, they easily spot another demon in the room.

Kageyama’s arms and legs are wide in a protective stance in front of Hinata, doing his best to block him from view, a snarl pulling his lips and a growl rumbling in the back of his throat.

The brunet demon’s face went from curious to bitter, his voice dropping an octave. “You.”

Hinata, riddled with anxiety, pokes at Kageyama’s shoulder from behind him, flinching and pulling his hands into a defensive fighting position when his summon’s glare is leveled on him.

“Wh-who-who are they?!”

Kageyama stared at him long and hard, fixating on his face to take in every bit of it. It seemed to help him calm down, as his taught shoulders slowly dropped and his face relaxed. “Oikawa-san and Iwaizumi-san,” he murmured, “They’re higher rank than I am.”

And Hinata kinda knew that Kageyama was considered one of the many demon kings, albeit a lower one, so he went a little starry eyed at first. “Grand Kings?”

“Well, there’s not really much of a specific name for--”

“Hey, Grand Kings!”

Kageyama slaps a palm to his own forehead as Oikawa’s glower drops in confusion. ‘Who’s he talking to?’

Iwaizumi cuts in, “Hey, uh, kid, what are we doing here?”

“Oh, um. About that,” Hinata rubs the back of his head, his cheeks flushed a bright red, “It was.. sort of.. an accident?”

“An accident? You summoned two beings! That doesn’t happen on accident.”

Hinata gets ready to demonstrate to them what he did before, grabbing his book off the floor, but Kageyama smacks his head as he was on his way up, the book tumbling out of his hands. “Haven’t you caused enough problems today, dumbass?”

“Hey, that hurt!”

Oikawa strolls over leisurely and picks the book up, curling a palm around Hinata’s head with his fingers threading through orange strands. “Tsk tsk, Tobio-chan. I thought you’d have learned to be nicer to your summoner.”

Iwaizumi shoves Oikawa away by his face, blocking Hinata from the brunet. “Stop provoking people, dumbass.”

“Iwa-chan, you’re so mean.”

So yeah after a bit more bickering and whatnot, Hinata finally asks why two of them showed up. 

“I usually just respond to mana that piques my tastes. If you don’t respond fast enough, another demon might snatch up potential summoners or meals before you. I never would have thought Iwa-chan would respond to a summon, though. Human-realm halfies don’t respond unless there’s a lot of mana that’s being offered.”

Iwaizumi rubs at his temple. “I just felt really compelled to do something, and when I did, I ended up here. It was like I was being pulled along by instinct.”

“Huh,” Hinata hums, eyes alight with interest.

“So, how do I get back?”

“Usually our summoner has to dismiss us and cut off the mana supply keeping us here, or use a contract.”

They quite pointedly look at Hinata, who jumps a little. “Wh-what?”

“Aren’t you gonna cut off the supply?”

Hinata mumbles something inaudibly, ducking his head. 

“What was that?”

“Idontknowhow.”

“Speak clearly,” Iwaizumi reprimands.

“I don’t know how!” he blurts.

“What do you mean you don’t know how? Tobio-chan, you didn’t make a contract with him, right?”

“Ah,” Kageyama says, like he forgot about it, “I don’t think so.”

“Then how do you go home?? There’s no way you’ve been together without a single break--” Oikawa screams in frustration at the way they come to the same realization. 

Iwaizumi sighs, grabbing a pillow off Hinata’s bed--’Why does one person need so many pillows and blankets?’--to smother Oikawa. “Okay, if we can’t get your mana supply to cut off, then let’s just make a contract.”

“How do we do that?”

Iwaizumi leveled Kageyama with a small glare. “Have you explained anything to him?” Kageyama at least had the decency to flush in shame.

“We just have to agree on some conditions, and then we usually swap DNA through blood to solidify it. Depending on the terms, summons can even come and go as they please.”

“What happens if you don’t do either?”

Iwaizumi defers to Oikawa.

“The the demon either hovers around the summoner like Tobio-Chan, or the summoner gets consumed.”

Hinata ‘eep’s at the latter, hiding behind Kageyama. “You guys wouldn’t eat me, would you?”

Oikawa pretends that he’s thinking hard about his answer, though Iwaizumi smacks his head to get him to knock it off when Hinata started to scream. Kageyama told him that as long as he wasn’t useless he’d hold off on eating him.

“What do you wanna do, kid?”

“As um, often as I end up bleeding and summoning people, I uh, I don’t like pain. So. Does it have it be b-blood?”

“Well, Shrimp, you’d have to give us some kind of DNA for a contract. Unless you’re wanting me to devour you in another way?”

Hinata, clearly not getting the insinuation, bursts into hysterical tears. Iwaizumi glowers at the brunet, although the intent of the perceived threat is not lost on Iwaizumi. He starts to lay the terms out to Hinata, who, whimpering, agrees to them as he says them.

“We can come and go as we please, and we’ll provide to you our ability when you call upon us. Oikawa can draw out your full potential, and, with a surplus of mana, can even take you beyond that. I can assist you in anything physical, and will arrive whenever you’re extremely distressed.”

Hinata nods, his tears beginning to dry. Iwaizumi and Oikawa nod to each other, getting close to Hinata while covering Kageyama’s eyes with their palms.

“With this exchange of DNA, our bond is formed.”

Hinata squeaks as their lips press onto the trails of tears on either side of his face, blood rushing to his cheeks. Before he can react any further, they’re gone in a poof, and Kageyama is fuming behind him.

-

“Iwa-Chan, do you feel that?”

“Yeah, that was... how can he have so much in just his tears?”

Every muscle in their bodies thrum with a rush of energy.

“Just knowing that there’s someone out there with that level of mana is terrifying.” Iwaizumi murmured, trying to still his quivering hands; having never properly received mana before, the surge of surplus power threatens to overlook his system.

“It’s scarier,” Oikawa interjected, “that he doesn’t even know anything about it.”

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•Part 2 of (?)•

It was really hard to write the progression for some reason, but I hope it’s not too awful!! ^^; I was struggling to get to the contract part and then trying to make it natural was literally impossible so!! Ye

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#hinata shoyo/everyone #hinata harem #hinaharem #oihina #iwahina #oikawa toru #oikawa tooru #oikawa tohru #iwaizumi hajime #haikyuu #kageyama tobio #kagehina #hq

[movedtovervainbrokemyheart]

general roleplay style and preferences.

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types of roleplay / how i do threads

i don't | i just do whatever is on my dash when i'm online | mainly asks | i do little short things mostly | i do my threads on discord | long running threads that slowly build upon the muses.

plotting preferences

wing it | get a general idea ooc and then run with it and plot further if need be | long expansive thought out story arcs.

type of threads i do / prefer

one-liners only | whatever dash shenanigans i'm online for | para or mulit para | literal novels.

reply speed for threads, consistency and keeping threads.

i lose threads all the time and don't usually get back to them | i tend to lose threads but please tell me if i have and i'll reply | i drop threads pretty easily | i'm really slow but i will get back to you | i reply on a schedule / queue ( specify if you'd like ) | i usually reply within a week | i reply every day | i reply almost instantly.

romantic or sexual ships

i don't do these ships ( specify reason if you would like ) | i'm not against them happening but it is not the main point of my blog | ships will have to be super slow burn and discussed a lot ooc, super chemistry based ( specify reason if you'd like ) | i love doing ships, hmu i probably already ship it just ask | i ship really quickly | i autoship or ship within a few interactions | i mainly rp for the cute ship fluff or angst, smut.

smut

i do not do smut at all ( specify reason if you'd like ) | i'm very selective about it | i only do it on a separate ( blog / discord / specify here ) | i mainly only do asks relating to nsfw headcanons on sundays | i write it a medium amount | i write it all the time and love to | i am comfortable with foreplay and fade-to-blacks but nothing further.

active hours

mornings 8-10 | midday 11-1 | afternoon 2-5 | evenings 6-8 | night 9-12 | ungodly hours of the day 1-onwards.

activity schedule

super slow and sporadic, like once a month or so | slow and sporadic week long gaps between activity | bi-weeklyish activity | weekly activity | daily activity | i'm online nearly all the time.

starters

i don't do starter calls | i want to do starter calls but often don't have time | i do selective calls | i don't do calls, but always feel free to ask me for one ! | i do starter calls rarely / regularly / often. ( if ur seeing this and liked for a starter. u havent been forgotten. they are coming just like...uh winter or whatever the saying from that show is)

aus

i don't do aus | my blog is an au but outside of that i don't do them | i sometimes do them but only with a lot of plotting | i have a couple of aus already feel free to request them ! | i have aus coming out of my ears please interact with them ! | i love making aus hmu to plot if you think of one | there are some aus i won't do.

crossovers

i don't do crossovers | i'm selective with crossovers | i love crossovers ! ( IF i dont know a fandom, we are gonna have to chat or smth, or you can link me to a wiki page or even a random recap or something. I will make it work. )

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[hhawkeye]

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HI okay one of my fave silly little ideas is like. basically bj goes to maine and like. hawkeye doesnt reject him exactly but he kind of goes “look dude i have my own shit to deal with right now and i cant have you spur of the moment abandoning your wife and child to come try to sleep with me when you havent even thought this through and we are both clearly going through something” etc yknow. and bj is like. well i thought about this for the last two or eight years and yes okay i may have had a little bit of a crazy moment and dropped everything to come here but im fine and normal and i cant believe youre rejecting me like this but whatever i’ll respect your decision. and he fucks off. and ends up in boston because Why Not right idk theres got to be a good reason for it but i cant think of any except hes going to visit charles and or margaret (who are of course going to get lavender married) but idk if that really works but ANYWAY. whosoever should he happen to meet at a bar in boston but newly divorced trapper. and idk if he knows its trapper from the start but i think he figures it out at some point and obviously trapper doesnt have a clue who bj is but hes like well this guy is sexy. so ANYWAY theyre talking and bj is like. drunk and a crazy person so i think he kind of is like haha omg 😳 ur so big and strong and hot 😳 do you wanna ummm get out of here 😳 and trapper is like Yes and they get to like maybe the alley. and then trapper like kisses bj and bj kisses back and then punches poor trapper who is like, oh great i’m about to get fucking gaybashed? by the cop from the village people? (except he doesnt think that bc its the 50s and the village people didnt exist yet) and anyway hes like whatever if its gonna happen its gonna happen and like, trapper is allergic to punching people but he will fight back if he must, except then bj starts CRYING and trappers like. ah i see. this guy is a self hating closeted homosexual. i get it now. and he like pats bj on the back and is like look its fine cmon i’ll get you another drink. but then he hears bj mutter-sob something about hawkeye. and trapper is like. holy shit. and anyway long story short hes like did this guy know hawkeye after i left? was he there when hawkeye died? and its a whole thing and they end up going back to trappers apartment and there is a really hellish minute where trapper is like. kind of asking about hawkeye and what happened in the end and bj does think about not correcting trappers assumption that hes dead. but then hes like jesus christ thats so fucked up of me and he starts crying even more and i think theres a fun moment where trapper is sitting beside him kind of :/ but not Doing anything about it and it’s all very period of adjustment yknow. anyway eventually bj pulls himself together enough to be like no hawkeyes alive and well actually so well he told me to fuck off not *checks watch* twelve hours ago so! and trappers like ???????????? because like. Huh???? and anyway bj ends up explaining his whole life story to HIS MORTAL ENEMY TRAPPER and like idk what happens or how it resolves itself here but they eventually end up with this weird like therapist pen pal situation going on where they dont ever like properly talk about things but they also kind of do? and they have this common thread of being in love with hawkeye going on and trapper still has not contacted hawkeye btw bc hes like well he told this dude to fuck off so why would he want to talk to ME of all people. and its all just like a total mess. and anyway they hook up a few times also<3 and idk what happens in the end i think they all just like sort of become a little bit healthier as people and then finally beejtraphawk happens because duh 🙄

you know what im so sorry for this answer i dont know what a paragraph break is. i am allergic to being comprehensible i think :) anyway

[seoafin]

tbh,, i havent read the raws of the interview yet, only the translated ver from fan-translator and b4 i start, i think that this will be just me talking in circle and in no particular order AND a real mess (my brain does weird things after exams) but uhh here we go

gojou collects talented people, and by doing so he finds the people he can most probably relate to, except that he can't, not really, because something in the universe shifted when he was born. and it makes me think of how he's always known it, that he is special, and he's proven it, time and time again— he wants to take in talented ppl and he does, but there rly isn't much he can do for them. for they are talented, more talented than the world can understand,,

but they aren't gojou satoru

gojou took in megumi, bc he knew megumi was strong, and would grow up to be someone even stronger, but gojou can't facilitate or encourage his growth, bc for all they're similar, they are so fundamentally different. ALSO,, while geto was in his life, gojou rly judged everything according to his understanding of geto’s moral compass. gojou wears a human suit and geto is how he learnt to wear it well 🏃

the dragonfly analogy regarding to geto’s response to gojo, who was shown wearing a dragonfly patterned yukata in HI arc,, i’m trying to not think abt the fact that dragonfly symbolized victory in jpn....pain. i quoted from a web here for more explanation : In Japan the dragonfly is known as the "victory insect", or kachimushi, because of its hunting prowess and also because it is known to never retreat. Dragonflies are agile and fast fliers and can even hover, but never fly backwards

and bringing this up again, matricide and patricide are 2 of the 5 worst act to commit in buddhism, and it was said that if u commit one of those act u’re going to spend a real long time in the deepest pit of hell before continuing the samsaric cycle (higher chances to be born as an animal after that probs)— this might be geto’s divine retribution. held no power over his own body and could be considered that he’s the same as those “monkeys” 💀

ALSO the fact that sukuna's interest is "eating" rly drives home his hedonistic philosophy of seeking pleasure for himself. and he’s a cannibal...makes me think if he’ll just chomp on ppl with the mouth on his stomach

randomly, to date i think he hasn't really called himself a human, shaman, or a curse, and has held himself apart from all 3, and we've also the intro of the cursed wombs so i wonder if he’s trying to become, or is, a different entity altogether

so onmyoji got mentioned in the interview and what they practice is called onmyodo and abe no seimei and kano no yasunori were the notable practitioners,, and the kamo in jjk is the same as irl who served the imperial court back then

maybe i was right when i said that the relation between the govt. and jujutsu elders are similar to how the shogunate and imperial court work (ie, the former holds the actual power) but... lets see later,,

and i cant believe that i actually nailed it on the analogy of jujutsu practices by religion,,, so mahayana buddhism, shintoism, and taoism is present in jjk along with their respective jujutsu practices...but between the 3, it shld (?) be taoism > shintoism > mahayana buddhism (which could took a path to pure land buddhism)

it’s weird that the number of curses are supposedly higher in jpn comparable to other countries when taoism was brought from china....tengen sus

so the zenin family tree is sth like :

brothers: [toji's dad] ; naobito ; ougi

so toji, naoya, and maki & mai are cousins of the same generation

[toji's dad] → jinichi (probs) ; toji → megumi

naobito → other brothers, naoya

ougi → maki, mai

but yea i’d call anyone who’s within/close or below my age range as cousins and others above 30 as uncles/ aunts LMFAO,, i dont rly memorize my own family tree 😭😭 especially since most call the other by honorifics instead of names : aunt, uncles etc or attaching said honorifics at the end of a name for an older sibling figure/ older cousins [but like ppl in my country also call the other who are older with sibling honorific even if we’re strangers,,, rly similar to korea’s hyung/oppa—eonnie(unnie)/noona but some uses more genderless honorific] (1)

tw // topic of incest, mentions of abuse

if anyone got the wrong idea when reading this : i am not glorifying/ romanticising incest(uous themes),, i’m looking at this with absolutely no lenses of bias even tho im rly against it

初恋 = literally : first love, or puppy love

恋 = romantic love/ deep longing

i literally don't know how else to put this...🧍and with language barrier...using a western interpretation of the eng word "love" to explain a jpnese term is not quite that simple, unfortunately

that thread omg,, i rly do understand how exactly someone could associated kindness with love bc of my upbringing, it was when i was slightly older that i was just...oh so its not like that orz,,, so the most plausible explanation would be that

but the problem is that,, akutami never specify when exactly she had a crush on them,, and when megumi answered todo’s question she had a “♡” reaction 😶,, uhmmm there’s rly no way to look past this if its this way or be in denial

i’ve seen some of "why wouldn't mai react that way after hearing megumi say he'd like someone who's compassionate when she's surrounded by men like naoya",, well I MEAN,,, that, but also mai probs admires that megumi grew up so well out of the clan, regardless of the fact that he had the foundation (10 shadows) to do so. imo she seems happy for him the way she can't be for maki, bc maki ultimately had to leave her behind

hate to say it but yea,, the 3 clans most likely still practice inbreeding in order to preserve their power and presumably their wealth too 😀

i had an idle thought abt it at first but i filed it deep in the back of my mind asap,, bc i ont wanna jump to conclusion abt this out of all things too early. it’s probably not even in jjk, but all those elite clans in other ani/mangas that produce powerful heirs and whatnot also do the same,,, but this way of (my personal) thinking was influenced when i first got into tsukihime (type-moon),,, i read abt the nanaya family background and found out that they practice that in order to keep their bloodline “pure” (to keep it short : they have an optical power),, and i had this kind of assumption ever since so there’s that

i’m,, convinced the zenins' inbreeding made it more difficult for them to get powerful shamans bc they got 2 jujutsu technique-less children with heavenly restrictions in the same generation: toji & maki

even more convinced that maki might be a bit stronger than toji bc toji could see curses without aid while maki can't so the pay-off must be higher,,, SJJASN IDK ,,, plus naoya sort of implies his older brothers are nothing compared to him, and idk if we should take that as his arrogance or that his older brothers rly are weak/powerless. it would make sense as to why naobito had a lot of sons, ig, as head of clan

i feel so bad that if one of the factors that can caused heavenly restriction is inbreeding,, toji and maki and mai had no say in how they wanted to be born but are scorned for it,, typical asian families projecting their traumas and ideals onto their kids but get mad when they realize that those ideals are ugly...😁😁😁

since the zenin are conservative,, i wonder if they still hold onto old jpnese dining traditions. where in ancient jpn, hierarchical relationships were made readily apparent even within families. a dining table where everybody sat down and ate as equals would be unheard of. rather, each individual is given their own table that indicates their status,,, someone who is not considered “strong” according to the zenin’s views most likely have no place at the table, and probs eat when those who are “strong” finished/ serve them when they are eating

if toji was tossed into a swarm of curses,, i dont think abuse during said time is below them,,,

the zenin clan was already great, but they further amassed power and strength by, what i assume to be, marrying and adopting powerful individuals into the clan 🤔 ,,, i imagine they're like the hiiragi but without doing what they did to shinya (ons reference)

BUT after all that, i like to think that since akutami’s a big horror fan, jjk might be an outlet to explore said topics or even darker ones, so i wouldnt be that surpised abt it. given that there’s more than enough “red flags” before this was dropped : a reference to “tale of hikaru genji” when a grown woman asked for gojou’s number in HI arc (out of all things); granny who transformed into the man’s daughter, sat on his lap and man just touched her waist; mei mei and ui ui ; and...this (incestous theme is in the novel btw)

lets not start with whatever the fuck in kubo’s head in the interview otherwise i’m writing paragraphs with every curse words possible,, those big 3 mangakas are so— UGH,, a planet w out (cis) men like him sounds real good rn 😌 if one of yall out there decide to do it,, pls hmu rly cant do this shit anymore

akutami said i like my men pretty and i like women who will step on my neck and spit in my face (I REMEMBERED TATSUKI FUJIMOTO’S INTERVIEW WHEN HE WAS ASKED ABT MAKIMA AND IT WAS SO 😭😭😭😭) but ykw,, love that for both of them <3

when i said 3 : one piece, bleach, naruto. aside from the blatant depiction/ characterize of women in those 3,, idk if some ppl arent aware yet but oda is friends with two (2) convicted pedos,, man...the major disappointment and disgust when i first find out abt it

anyways this is just my 2 cents (which i think rightfully belong to the trash can) so pls just take this w a lil to no grain of salt - 🐱

YEAH THE ♡ LMFAO I THOUGHT IT WAS JUST A “good answer ♡“ heart BUT NOW IM RE-EXAMINING?????

honestly i wouldn’t be surprised if the three clans practiced inbreeding. but ik people are going to be  😡😡😡😡😡 about it when the queen of fucking england is literally married to her (something) cousin. i’m not justifying it but like....love the double standards, just as always with the west 😍

DON’T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THAT FUCKING PED* LIST THEY SHOULD ALL BE IN JAIL. JAILLLLL. it’s all so gross. that’s why i fucking hate when people look towards manga for positive representation because the chances of that are super slim to zero, especially since the industry is saturated with misogyny and ped******* and a lot of other gross stuff.

i think ppl forget jjk is a horror manga LOL so obviously it’s going to confront darker themes. the question is whether it’s going to be done tastefully or not......

#honestly I don't have high hopes unfortunately 😭 #but who knows I might be...pleasantly surprised #idk I don't have high hopes in manga nowadays so hmmm #anyway as always I enjoy ur thoughts <3 ❤️❤️ #hope ur doing well!!! #and getting all those genshin impact goodies #🐱 anon #long post

[musaics]

November blog clean-up!

Hello, good morning! It’s time for the monthly blog clean-up, where I archive any thread that hasn’t been replied to within the last ~45ish days.  Today, I’m archiving anything that has had no response since ~Sept 20th (unless we’ve discussed it/I know the time it takes for you to reply). I’ll also be archiving a few things I currently don’t have muse for (or I just want to focus on our other threads).

note: an archived thread does not mean i’ve dropped it. I am simply not paying much attention to it at the moment.  I check my archived section of threads in my threadtracker maybe 1-2 times a month to see if anything has been replied to. If it has, it’s moved back to my active thread tracker.  If not, it’ll sit there until ~100 or so days have passed.  If a thread has had no replies in roughly 100 days, it will be dropped unless a partner has announced a hiatus, we’ve disussed it otherwise, or I just don’t have muse for anymore.

Here is my current thread tracker! (pls ignore my thread titles). 

*I recently wrote some starters and there is a good chance I havent added those yet.

#blog cleanup

[aurora-nerin]

Do you by any chance have a little bit of your RK1K human!au head cannon to spare?? I love oblivious Connor,,,,,

Im gonna assume the AU you’re referring to is Connor in a wheelchair AU?

I’m gonna drop already existing threads right here in case you missed any:

RK1K human au

Headcanons for Human AU Anderson siblings

I havent really thought about that au in a while, but guess I’ll do now. 

Connor and Markus, after Connor gets his dumb head out of his ass, have a really stable relationship. There’s some talk of marriage even, but they are not rushing: Connor is still settling and getting his life back together and Markus’ musical career is on the rise too: he gets asked to play at more and more events and some major studios contacted him for soundtracks too.

So, it’s very out of the left field, when, one day, Markus announces that he’s quitting playing the piano and applying to med school instead. Sure, he has some basic training (which he got after Carl was injured ) but, otherwise, was never interested. Carl, of course, sees through his son right away and knows where this all coming from. But, Connor, of course, doesn’t. 

They have their first major shouting match because of that: Connor insists that he’s fine with Markus having to travel a lot and Markus should have his own life and doesn’t have to babysit Connor 24/7. Markus tries his best to explain that, he just doesn’t want to be away from his boyfriend for long, but that doesn’t fly. Then he has to cave and admit that he’s doing it because he wants to know more and maybe find some research that would help Connor walk again.

Now, if he thought Connor would be happy or would understand, boy was he wrong: Connor is fuckin furious with him: How dare he suggest Connor needs fixing? He yells at Markus that he’s not a charity project or an injured pet and Markus can fuck right off with his greater good and shove his intentions up his ass. Then just ghosts him for a while. A long while. 

Markus doesn’t see where it all went so wrong: he just wanted to help, that’s all! How could that be bad? Then Carl sits him down and explains that patronizing and playing the savior is not a healthy way into a relationship and he should apologize to Connor. 

Connor, meanwhile, is havin a major identity crisis as well, because, in his POV, Markus all but confirmed that as he is, isn’t good enough and Markus only will like him and stay with him if he’s ‘normal.’ Hank understands where he’s coming from and even though he’s sure Markus didn’t mean it like that at all, he still thinks it was a wrong move. He tried his best to talk Connor into answering Markus’ calls or meeting him, but Connor absolutely refuses. So it’s up to him and Carl to somehow get the two idiots back together again.

Well, then and the Anderson Disaster Siblings, Chris and Richard, who also have couple plans of their own.

#rk1k human au #aurora's writing #anderson family values #anderson disaster siblings #markus #Connor #rk1k #rk1000 #i wasnt planning on writing angst this fine evening #but u made me #so there u