#childhood nostalgia at its finest

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Miranda + Josh + Most Requested Lines They've Been Asked To Say

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Yall arent ready for me talking about Takahashi Ryosuke

#got to rewatch all the animes from my childhood #ugh i love it so much #nostalgia at its finest #all bc im heartbroken #at least 2D men cant hurt me #(yes they can) #🌻.ma's got a crush

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In The End 1

»Summary: Han Y/n, hailing from a prominent family in Seoul, returns to South Korea after years abroad. Amid her family's internal power struggle for their hotel empire, Y/n's disinterest in the chairman position disrupts the status quo. A mysterious phone call prompts her return, marking a turning point. As she confronts her arranged marriage to Min Yoongi, a once-fancied childhood crush, the stark reality sets in. The contrast between her youthful fantasies and the complex man he has become introduces unforeseen chaos.

»pairing: Husband! Yoongi x Wife! reader

»genre: Arranged Marriage AU, Angst,

»wc/date: 14.3k | September 2023

» warnings: Angst, Yoongi is cold, the reader is cold but eventually opens up and is very independent, arguing, sibling rivalry, Parental violence (not a lot, but did want to add that beforehand. If you do not want to read, all italicized part is where you can skip)

»note: I'm very excited for this fic as I'm about 80k words deep. But disclaimer beforehand. Once I have the next part fully edited, that is when it will be posted. AS WELL, I have soft launched some new stuff coming soon which you can read the description for each in my new Masterlist! I hope you all enjoy, 'In The End',

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»Teaser

Han Y/n gazed out of the window, her eyes tracing the intricate lines of Seoul's skyline as the plane began its descent. The familiar landscape filled her with a mix of nostalgia and anticipation. It had been years since she had set foot in South Korea, and even longer since she had last been in Seoul, her hometown.

As the plane touched down and taxied towards the terminal, memories flooded her mind. The scent of her mother's cooking, the laughter of her siblings echoing through the corridors of their sprawling estate, and the warmth of her father's guidance – all of it seemed like distant echoes from a life she had left behind.

Han Y/n, the eldest in the Han family, stood at the pinnacle of the family hierarchy. Her father, Han Ji-Min, had built an empire that loomed large over South Korea's corporate landscape. The Marblegold Group was more than just a conglomerate; it was a behemoth, a sprawling empire with tentacles that extended into numerous industries.

At its heart was the Marblegold Hotel, a towering symbol of opulence and prestige in the heart of Busan. But the Marblegold Group's reach went far beyond hospitality. It was a multifaceted business entity, a franchise that encompassed an array of enterprises. Under the Marblegold Group umbrella were shopping centers that rivaled the world's finest, clothing stores that set fashion trends, and an assortment of retail outlets that catered to the desires of the elite.

It was a true economic powerhouse, a name that commanded respect and awe in the business world. And at the center of it all was the battle for control, the quest for the coveted chairman position, the throne of the Han empire.

Of Y/n's siblings and herself, each of them brought their unique talents and ambitions to the table, and their father's approval hung in the balance. The competition was fierce, a high-stakes game played on the grandest of stages, where the winner would wield unparalleled influence over the Han family's vast empire.

However, she had chosen a different path and her sole focus wasn't on gaining the chairman position of Marblegold. After leaving behind the opulent halls of her family's estate for the bustling streets of New York at such a young age, Y/n stayed to completing her undergraduate studies, and Master's in Business Administration. The allure of independence and the thrill of carving her own path had kept her away from home for far longer than she had initially planned.

But now, as the plane came to a complete stop and the seatbelt sign blinked off, Y/n knew that her journey had come full circle. She had received a phone call a few days ago – a call that had jolted her out of her American routine and thrust her back into the world she had left behind. It was her father's voice on the other end, grave and unyielding, informing her of a family emergency that required her immediate presence.

Han Y/n stepped onto the tarmac from the private family jet, her attire a seamless blend of luxury and American style with a touch of modest Korean elegance. The meticulously curated ensemble exuded a quiet confidence that spoke of her years abroad in the United States.

She wore a tailored ivory pantsuit crafted from the finest silk, the jacket expertly cut to accentuate her figure while maintaining a professional edge. The slim-fit trousers elongated her legs, and the subtle sheen of the fabric caught the sunlight, creating an ethereal glow around her. The crisp lines of the suit were juxtaposed by a pastel peach silk blouse with a high neckline, embracing her Korean roots while adopting a hint of Western refinement.

Her accessories were subtle yet unmistakably opulent. A delicate gold necklace adorned her neck, its pendant glinting as it caught the light. The matching gold bracelet on her wrist whispered of her family's affluence. A pair of understated pearl earrings lent a touch of classic elegance, while her fingers showcased an heirloom ring that spoke of generations of Han family heritage.

Y/n's choice of footwear combined comfort and style – a pair of sleek nude pumps that added height without sacrificing practicality. Her hair, long and glossy, was swept into a sophisticated updo that showcased her delicate features and the graceful curve of her neck.

Though she exuded an air of confidence, her outfit was a reflection of her individuality – a blend of cultures and experiences that had shaped her. As she made her way through the airport terminal, her steps were purposeful, her head held high. People turned their heads, drawn by her commanding presence and the seamless fusion of elegance from both sides of the world. The whispers of silk, the glint of gold, and the aura of poise all came together to paint a portrait of Han Y/n – a woman who carried herself with the regality of her heritage, the assurance of her education, and the strength of her determination.

Y/n retrieved her carry-on bag from the overhead compartment and joined the stream of passengers disembarking the plane. She could feel a mixture of emotions swirling within her – uncertainty, apprehension, but also a strange sense of curiosity. She had been away for so long, and her family dynamics had undoubtedly evolved during her absence.

Walking through the airport terminal, Y/n's steps were steady, her demeanor composed. She had learned to carry herself with a certain poise in the corporate world, a skill that served her well as she navigated the bustling crowd. As she approached the arrivals area, she could see a driver holding a sign with her name. She nodded in acknowledgment, her heart starting to race as she realized that this was it – the moment of her return.

"Wow, Mr. Gu, you look like you haven't aged a day," she remarked with a warm smile as she approached the driver. It was true; Mr. Gu had been the family driver for as long as she could remember, and he still had the same kind eyes and friendly smile.

Mr. Gu's face lit up with genuine delight as he bowed respectfully. "Welcome back, Miss Y/n. It's wonderful to have you home."

The drive to the family estate was a mix of familiarity and novelty. The streets of Seoul had changed in subtle ways, but the essence of the city remained unchanged. Y/n's gaze drifted over familiar landmarks, each one bringing back a rush of memories. She could hardly believe that so much time had passed since she last walked these streets.

The sprawling mansion came into view, surrounded by meticulously landscaped gardens and the imposing gates that had always separated the Hans from the outside world. As the car pulled up to the entrance, Y/n felt a surge of memories rush back to her.

She stepped out of the car, her eyes fixed on the grand entrance of her childhood home. The ornate doors opened before her, and she was met with the sight of her family gathered in the lavish foyer. Her three siblings stood before her – Han Ji-Woon, the determined and driven elder son; Han Soo-Min, the shrewd and calculating second daughter; and Han Tae-Jun, the charismatic and charming younger son. They were all dressed impeccably, exuding an air of authority and ambition.

"Noona, you're finally back!" Ji-Woon exclaimed, his voice tinged with a mixture of surprise and relief. He stepped forward and enveloped her in a tight hug.

Y/n smiled, returning his hug warmly. "It's good to see you, Ji-Woon. It's been too long."

Soo-Min's gaze was appraising as she looked Y/n up and down. "You've certainly adapted well to the Western style," she commented, a hint of skepticism in her voice.

Y/n chuckled, not missing the subtle challenge in her sister's words. "Well, living in New York does that to you. How have things been here?"

Tae-Jun grinned, his charm evident as always. "Oh, you know, the usual power struggles and corporate drama. You've missed quite a bit, Noona."

Y/n glanced between her siblings, sensing an undercurrent of tension beneath their greetings. It was as if her return had disrupted the delicate balance of power that had settled in her absence. She knew her siblings well, and she could read the guarded expressions in their eyes.

Soo-Min's smile, while polite, carried an edge of rivalry. Ji-Woon's grip on her arm tightened almost imperceptibly, a sign that he was not entirely thrilled by her return. Even Tae-Jun's easygoing demeanor seemed forced, his charm masking deeper emotions.

Y/n's smile remained poised, but she couldn't ignore the subtle tension. "I've heard bits and pieces about the family dynamics from afar. I can only imagine the drama," she said with a soft chuckle, attempting to diffuse the tension.

Soo-Min's lips quirked into a knowing smile. "You have no idea."

Ji-Woon's tone held a note of challenge. "It's a different world now. You've been away for a long time."

Tae-Jun chimed in, trying to lighten the mood. "But we're all here now, together again. Let's make the most of it."

The atmosphere remained charged as they exchanged pleasantries and caught up on each other's lives. The uneasy undertone persisted, each sibling subtly jockeying for position, their ambition for the chairman position palpable. Y/n navigated the conversation with grace, recognizing the underlying tensions that had simmered to the surface.

Soo-Min's words carried an edge as she inquired, "So, Unnie, have you finally come back to stake a claim in the family business?"

Y/n's smile remained serene. "I'm here for family, Soo-Min. That's always been my priority."

Ji-Woon's gaze turned piercing as he remarked, "Family is important, but so is commitment. Some of us have been carrying the weight of this business on our shoulders."

Tae-Jun interjected, trying to lighten the mood. "Come on, let's not turn this into a confrontation right away. We've all missed Y/n, and I'm sure there's plenty of time for serious discussions later."

Y/n nodded, appreciating Tae-Jun's attempt to ease the tension. But deep down, she knew that her return had sent shockwaves through the carefully constructed power dynamics within the family. She was a wildcard, a variable they hadn't accounted for – a successful woman who had built her own life far from the corridors of power in Seoul.

Y/n navigated the subtle tension that clung to the air, her siblings' scrutinizing gazes like a weight upon her shoulders.

"Where's Father?" she inquired with a measured tone, her gaze shifting between Ji-Woon, Soo-Min, and Tae-Jun.

Ji-Woon's expression was guarded as he replied, "He's in his study. Probably reviewing some important documents."

Soo-Min's eyes held a spark of curiosity, her tone laced with skepticism. "Why do you want to see Father so urgently, Y/n? It's not like you've been in a hurry to return home all these years."

Y/n met her sister's gaze evenly, not betraying any hint of her true motives. "There are matters that I need to discuss with him. Family matters."

Tae-Jun, always one to ease tensions, interjected with a grin, "Well, we wouldn't want to keep you from those pressing family matters, would we? Go on, see Father. We'll catch up later."

As Y/n turned to leave her siblings, she heard them exchange hushed comments under their breath, their snarky remarks echoing in the hallway. She couldn't help but smile at the realization that despite the years that had passed, some things remained unchanged.

"Always the mysterious one, our Y/n," Soo-Min's voice dripped with sarcasm, and Ji-Woon let out a chuckle that seemed more mocking than genuine.

Y/n stopped in her tracks, turning to face her siblings with an arched eyebrow. "And you two? Still as competitive as ever, I see."

Tae-Jun grinned, attempting to defuse the tension. "Come on, don't be too hard on them. It's just been a while since our parents have seen the eldest daughter return from the distant lands of America."

Y/n's lips curved into a sly smile. "Ah, yes. The prodigal daughter returns, and the siblings gather like vultures sensing fresh prey."

Ji-Woon's tone grew serious. "You can't deny that your sudden return has raised questions, Y/n. We've all been through a lot since you left."

Y/n's gaze met Ji-Woon's, and she could see the underlying challenge in his eyes. "I never claimed to be ignorant of the past. But as for my return, you can believe whatever you wish."

Soo-Min's voice turned icy. "We know you too well, Y/n. You've always been the one who manages to escape the family drama while we deal with the consequences."

Tae-Jun, sensing the escalating tension, chimed in, "Let's not start a fight right now. We're all here together after so long. Can't we enjoy a moment of peace?"

Y/n's smile remained enigmatic, her eyes glinting with a mixture of amusement and resolve. "You're right, Tae-Jun. We should cherish this moment. After all, who knows what the future holds?"

With that, she turned and continued down the hallway, leaving her siblings to exchange puzzled glances. As their voices faded behind her, she found herself reflecting on the web of emotions that had always characterized their relationships. The competitive spirit, the simmering rivalries, and the unspoken desires – they were all woven into the fabric of their family dynamics.

Just as Y/n was lost in her thoughts, she heard a warm voice call her name. "Miss Y/n."

Turning, she saw the head maid, Seo Mi-Young, approaching with a gentle smile. Y/n's face lit up, and she moved forward to embrace the older woman.

"Mi-Young, I've missed you," Y/n said, holding the embrace for a moment before pulling back. "How have you been?"

The head maid's eyes twinkled with affection. "I've been well, Miss Y/n. It's good to have you back."

Y/n nodded, feeling a surge of warmth. "Thank you. I'm glad to be back."

Mi-Young's gaze held a knowing depth as she looked at Y/n. "You've grown into a remarkable woman, Miss Y/n. I remember the young girl who used to follow me around, full of curiosity and spirit."

Y/n smiled, a fondness in her eyes. "Those were good times, Mi-Young. You were like a mother to me."

The head maid's smile deepened a hint of emotion in her eyes. "And you were like the daughter I never had."

As they spoke, Y/n could feel the years melting away, the familiarity of Mi-Young's presence wrapping around her like a comforting embrace. She had spent countless hours with the head maid, learning about life, family, and responsibility. Mi-Young had been the one to guide her through her early years, nurturing her with wisdom and love.

Mi-Young cleared her throat gently. "Your parents are in the study. They've been waiting for your return."

Y/n nodded, a mixture of anticipation and trepidation stirring within her. "Thank you, Mi-Young. It's time I spoke to them."

Mi-Young's eyes held a mixture of understanding and support. "Remember, Miss Y/n, your path may have taken you far, but your roots are still here. Your parents love you, no matter how many miles separate you."

With a final smile, Y/n bid her farewell and followed Mi-Young through the corridors. Small talk flowed between them as they walked, the familiar rhythm of their conversations evoking a sense of nostalgia and comfort. Mi-Young's presence was a balm to her soul, a reminder of the family she had left behind.

Y/n stood before the door to her father's study, her heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and anxiety. The weight of the past, the years of separation, and the unspoken expectations hung heavily in the air, creating a tension that seemed almost tangible. She took a deep breath, summoned her resolve, and pushed the door open.

As the door swung open, Y/n's gaze met the sight of her parents seated across from each other – a juxtaposition of warmth and sternness. Her mother, elegant and regal, was the embodiment of grace and welcome. Her eyes lit up as she saw her eldest daughter enter, and a smile spread across her face.

"Y/n, you're finally here," her mother exclaimed, her voice carrying a mixture of joy and relief. She stood up and opened her arms, welcoming Y/n into an embrace that felt like a long-overdue homecoming.

Tears threatened to well up in Y/n's eyes, but she held them at bay. She allowed her mother to wrap her arms around her, standing there stiffly as if a stranger was hugging her. The embrace felt foreign, a reminder of the emotional distance that had always existed between them.

"Mother," Y/n said, her tone polite but distant. "It's been a while."

Her mother's hands tightened for a moment before she released Y/n, her smile faltering slightly. Y/n could see the hurt in her mother's eyes, a flicker of emotion that was quickly concealed.

"Indeed, it has," her mother replied, her voice taking on a more formal tone. "We're glad to have you back."

Y/n's gaze then turned to her father, his stern expression unyielding as ever. She offered a nod in acknowledgment, not bothering with any formalities. Her father's gaze held hers for a moment before he inclined his head in a brief nod.

"Y/n," he said, his voice as measured as ever.

"Father," she replied, her tone equally detached.

The tension in the room was palpable, an unspoken undercurrent that seemed to swirl around them. Y/n could feel the weight of unspoken questions, the expectations that had brought her back, and the uncertainty of what lay ahead.

Her mother's voice broke the silence, her tone light yet with an undercurrent of concern. "Y/n, you've been away for so long. We've missed you."

Y/n's gaze shifted to her mother, and she offered a small smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "Yes, Mother. It's been an interesting time."

Her mother's eyes softened, her worry evident. "There's much to catch up on. We'll have time to discuss everything."

Y/n nodded, her heart heavy with the knowledge that some conversations would be harder than others. The past, the present, and the future converged in this room, a space that held the echoes of years gone by and the promises of what was yet to come.

As they settled into the conversation, Y/n could feel the weight of her father's gaze upon her, his expectations unspoken yet ever-present. The tension remained, a reminder of the complexities that defined their relationships and the challenges that lay ahead. The room seemed to hold its breath, as if bracing for the decisions that would shape the future of the Han family – decisions that rested in the hands of a woman who had returned, carrying with her the echoes of her past and the hopes of a new beginning.

But as the conversation continued, her father's gaze remained unyielding, his words measured and businesslike. It was as if they were discussing a transaction rather than matters of family and heart. Y/n's mother excused herself with a warm smile, leaving Y/n alone with her father.

Once they were alone, her father stood up and walked to the window, his gaze fixed on the sprawling estate beyond. The tension seemed to thicken, the air heavy with unspoken words.

"Y/n," he began, his voice taking on a more solemn tone, "I'm sure you're wondering why I asked you to return."

Y/n's heart raced as she nodded, her gaze fixed on her father's back. "Yes, Father. I must admit, I was surprised by the urgency of your call."

He remained silent for a moment, his eyes distant as if lost in thought. "You've been away for years, pursuing your education and your career. I've watched you from afar, proud of your accomplishments."

Y/n's confusion deepened. "Thank you, Father, but why call me back now?"

He turned to face her, his expression unreadable. "Y/n, you are the eldest daughter of this family. With that comes certain responsibilities."

Y/n furrowed her brows, uncertainty clouding her features. "Responsibilities? I've always carried out my duties as a Han."

Her father's gaze held hers, unyielding. "There is a matter that requires your attention, a matter of great importance to the family."

Y/n's mind raced, trying to piece together the puzzle of her father's words. "What matter, Father?"

He sighed, the weight of his decision evident in his voice. "Y/n, you need to marry and bring an heir to this family."

The words hung in the air like a heavy cloak, and Y/n's heart skipped a beat. The implications of his statement settled over her like a storm cloud, the realization of what he was asking sinking in.

"Marriage?" she echoed, her voice barely above a whisper. "But... why now?"

Her father's gaze softened, a rare glimpse of emotion breaking through his stoic façade. "Y/n, as you well know, our family's legacy and our position in society are of utmost importance. We need a strong alliance to secure our future."

Y/n's mind raced, memories and emotions colliding in a whirlwind. The weight of tradition, the expectations of her family, and the choices she had made all seemed to converge in this moment.

Her father's gaze turned distant again as if he was recalling a distant memory. "You remember Min Yoongi, don't you?"

Y/n's heart skipped a beat, her mind flashing back to her childhood – the fleeting moments, the shared laughter, and the unspoken connection she had once felt with the young boy who had grown up to be the CEO of Min Tech Solutions.

"Min Yoongi," she murmured, her voice tinged with surprise. "Yes, I remember him."

Her father's gaze bore into hers, his tone measured. "He is a family friend, and he has agreed to enter into a marriage alliance with us. You two have known each other since childhood. Your union would not only strengthen our ties but also secure the future of our family legacy."

Y/n's thoughts spun, the gravity of the situation settling over her like a heavy fog.

Marry Min Yoongi?

The memories of their shared moments flashed through her mind – the laughter, the camaraderie, and the unspoken affection that had once existed between them. But those memories were from a time when life was simpler when the weight of family expectations and societal pressures had not yet fully taken hold.

"Father, I..." Y/n's voice faltered her emotions a tangle of uncertainty and conflicted feelings.

Her father's gaze held hers, his voice softening with a rare touch of empathy. "Y/n, I understand that this is not an easy. But you are the eldest daughter, and your role in the family is significant."

Y/n's mind raced, torn between her duty to her family and the desires of her heart. She had spent years building her own life, pursuing her dreams, and shaping her identity far from the confines of tradition. Now, faced with the weight of her father's expectations and the memories of a past connection, she found herself at a crossroads.

As the silence stretched between them, the room seemed to hold its breath, waiting for her response. The decisions she would make in the coming days would shape not only her life but the lives of those around her. The legacy of the Han family, the echoes of tradition, and the complexities of her heart all converged in this moment, a moment that would define the course of her future.

-

Y/n sat alone in her newly decorated room, the gentle glow of the chandelier casting a soft light across the space. The room felt both familiar and foreign, a reflection of the changes she had undergone during her time abroad. The walls are now adorned with tasteful artwork and subdued colors, a departure from the vibrant hues of her youth. It was as though the room itself had grown up alongside her.

Gazing at her reflection in the mirror, Y/n winced as she dabbed at the small cut on her cheek. The wound wasn't deep, but its sting seemed to reverberate throughout her being. She had spent hours crying, her tears a mixture of anger, frustration, and a profound sense of betrayal.

As she gently applied the antiseptic ointment, Y/n couldn't help but replay the argument with her father in her mind. The coldness in his eyes, the way his voice had cut through the air like a blade – it was an image that was etched into her memory. She had never seen him so consumed by rage, and it chilled her to the bone.

Tears welled up in her eyes again as she thought about the lack of remorse in his expression, the way he seemed more concerned with maintaining his authority than with the pain he had caused her. It was as though their relationship had been reduced to a mere transaction, a business deal to secure their family's legacy.

Her gaze shifted to the photograph on her nightstand – a snapshot from her time in New York, surrounded by friends who had become her chosen family. A bittersweet smile tugged at her lips as she remembered the carefree days, the nights spent exploring the city, and the laughter that had been a constant companion.

Y/n sighed heavily, her reflection in the mirror mirroring her inner turmoil. She never thought her life would turn out like this. Yes, she understood the weight of her family's wealth and status, the expectations that came with it. But the reality of her situation – the callousness of her own father's request, the resentment from her siblings who saw her return as a threat – was a bitter pill to swallow.

She wished she could go back to the days when her dreams were simpler when her biggest concern was whether Min Yoongi would ever notice her, the boy with the captivating smile who had once occupied her prepubescent fantasies. But reality had a way of shattering such illusions, revealing the harsh truths that lay beneath.

Dressed in a silk robe, Y/n let out a shaky breath and turned away from the mirror. She walked to the window, gazing out at the night sky. The city lights twinkled in the distance, a stark contrast to the darkness that had settled within her heart.

Closing her eyes, she leaned her forehead against the cool glass. She wished she had ignored that phone call from her father, wished she had stayed in New York where she had forged her own path, far away from the suffocating expectations of her family. But now, she was back in Korea, caught in a web of obligations and traditions that seemed to tighten around her with every passing moment.

Y/n knew that the road ahead wouldn't be easy. The wounds on her cheek would heal, but the wounds within her heart – the fractures in her relationship with her family, the shattered dreams of a love that had turned into a cruel twist of fate – those wounds would take time to mend.

As she stood lost in her thoughts, a gentle knock on the door startled her. Y/n turned, her eyes meeting the concerned gaze of Mi-Young, the head maid who had been a steadfast presence in her life since childhood. The years hadn't changed Mi-Young much; her hair had turned a little grayer, but her eyes still held the same warmth and care that Y/n remembered.

But as Mi-Young's gaze fell on the cut on Y/n's cheek, her professional demeanor dropped entirely. Without hesitation, she rushed forward, her hands cupping Y/n's face in a loving manner. She inspected the wound carefully, her expression a mix of worry and tenderness.

"Oh, my dear child," Mi-Young murmured, her voice a mixture of concern and affection. "You shouldn't be handling this alone."

Y/n managed a small, reassuring smile as she reached up to touch Mi-Young's hand. "It's not too bad, Mi-Young. Just a scratch."

Mi-Young's eyes searched Y/n's face, concern still evident in her features. Before she could say anything, Y/n's fingers tightened gently on her wrist. She seemed torn between her role as a servant and her genuine care for the young woman she had watched grow up. Before she could say anything,

"I promise you, I'm okay," Y/n reassured her, her voice soft but determined. "But what's going on, Mi-Young? Why did you come?"

Mi-Young took a step back, her hands folding neatly in front of her. "Your future husband and his family will be attending later on this week as well as a dress fitting scheduled to prepare for the dinner," she said, her tone shifting back to her professional demeanor.

A heaviness settled in Y/n's chest at the reminder of the looming arranged marriage. She nodded, her gaze dropping to the floor for a moment before she looked back at Mi-Young.

Y/n's heart sank even further. The reality of the situation was closing in on her, suffocating her with its weight. She managed a small nod, her mind already racing with thoughts of how to navigate the days ahead.

"Miss Y/n," Mi-Young's voice was gentle, "I know this is difficult. But remember, you are stronger than you think. You've faced challenges before, and you've come out of them even more resilient."

A tear finally escaped Y/n's eye, and she wiped it away with a frustrated sigh. "Within twelve hours of being back, I'm already thrust back into this toxic environment. I'm just supposed to be okay with it."

Mi-Young's arms encircled Y/n in a warm embrace, offering a silent understanding. "I know it's not easy, my dear. But you have the strength to face whatever comes your way. And remember, I'm here for you, just like I always have been."

Y/n's grip tightened on Mi-Young's embrace as she allowed herself a moment of vulnerability. She let her guard down, allowing the tears to flow as she clung to the one person who had always shown her unwavering kindness and love.

Mi-Young held her close, a motherly figure providing comfort in a world that felt so overwhelming. "It's okay to feel upset, Y/n. Your feelings are valid. But don't forget the resilient spirit you've carried with you since you were a child."

Y/n's voice trembled as she spoke, her emotions raw and unfiltered. "I just... I already want to go back to New York. I miss the life I had there, where I was free to be myself without all these expectations."

Mi-Young pulled back slightly to meet Y/n's gaze, her eyes filled with compassion. "I understand, my dear. But remember, you can still be yourself, even in the midst of these challenges. It may be a different path, but it's still yours to shape."

A tear rolled down Y/n's cheek as she looked into Mi-Young's eyes, a mix of gratitude and sadness. "Thank you, Mi-Young. Your words mean more to me than you'll ever know."

Mi-Young smiled softly, brushing a stray strand of hair from Y/n's face. "I want to see you happy."

Y/n's heart swelled at Mi-Young's words, a rush of warmth replacing the ache within her. She leaned into the embrace once more, finding solace in Mi-Young's unwavering presence. "Thank you."

"And, Miss Y/n," Mi-Young hesitated, her eyes softening once again. "I've been informed that arrangements have been made to move all your belongings into the Han mansion."

Y/n's eyebrows furrowed in surprise. "Move my things? But I never..."

She trailed off, realizing that her father was likely behind this decision. The idea of living under the same roof as her family was suffocating. She needed space, a place where she could breathe and be herself.

"Thank you, Mi-Young," Y/n said softly, her voice tinged with gratitude. "But I won't be moving into the Han mansion. I've already made arrangements to move into a penthouse. I need my own space."

Mi-Young's eyes widened slightly, but then a knowing smile tugged at her lips. "Of course, Miss Y/n. I'll make sure your wishes are conveyed."

As Mi-Young turned to leave, Y/n reached out and gently touched her arm. "Mi-Young, thank you. Thank you for always being here for me."

Mi-Young's smile grew warmer. "It's my honor, Miss Y/n. Remember, no matter where you are, you always have a family here."

With those words, Mi-Young left the room, leaving Y/n alone with her thoughts once again. As she stared out the window into the night, the weight of her decisions and the uncertainty of her future pressed heavily upon her.

-

The Han family mansion exuded opulence, every detail meticulously designed to exalt their stature. The grand chandeliers bathed the room in a soft, warm glow, illuminating the surroundings with an air of luxury that befitted the family's reputation. In the midst of this refined setting, Han Y/n stood poised, an embodiment of grace and elegance.

Y/n wore a floor-length gown made of a rich burgundy fabric that flowed elegantly, adorned with intricate embroidery that traced delicate patterns along the edges. The dress hugged her figure in all the right places, the off-shoulder neckline adding a touch of sophistication. The traditional elements of the gown were seamlessly blended with a modern silhouette, reflecting her unique blend of heritage and contemporary flair.

As she descended the grand staircase, the soft rustle of the fabric accompanied each step, a symphony of poise and confidence. Her dark hair was swept up in an elaborate bun, adorned with delicate pins that glimmered like stars against the night sky. A pair of elegant diamond earrings caught the light, framing her face with a subtle, radiant glow.

The dinner was set to take place in the family's opulent dining room, a space that had witnessed countless meetings and celebrations over the years. Y/n took her place at the table, next to her father who occupied the head of the table. Her mother and siblings were arranged on the other side – Han Ji-Woon, Han Soo-Min, and Han Tae-Jun.

As Y/n settled into her seat, the atmosphere was charged with an undercurrent of tension. Her father's presence at the head of the table was a stark reminder of his authority and the power dynamics within the family.

The staff moved with practiced grace, bringing out dish after dish in a perfectly choreographed dance. The staff moved around the table, pouring wine and attending to each family member's needs. Their presence was an unspoken reminder of the family's status and the rigid hierarchies that defined their lives.

As the first course was served, the silence was broken by the sound of Soo-Min's voice, laced with a tone that dripped with sarcasm. "My, my, Unnie. What a lovely fashion statement you're making with that cut on your cheek. It's positively daring."

Y/n met her sister's gaze, her annoyance barely concealed. "And what's that supposed to mean, Soo-Min?"

Soo-Min's smirk was evident, her words laced with provocation. "Oh, nothing much. Just wondering if it's the latest trend to showcase your independence."

Y/n's eyes narrowed, her patience wearing thin. "You know that's not why it's there."

Soo-Min's scoff was barely contained. "Oh, I'm well aware. I'm just curious how you acquired such a daring accessory."

Y/n's frustration bubbled to the surface. "Believe me, it's none of your business."

Soo-Min's smile turned into a sly grin. "Oh, come now, Y/n. Are you trying to hide something from us? Did someone give you that cut, or did you give it to yourself for a bit of attention?"

The accusation hung in the air like a challenge, and Y/n's resolve hardened. "You really have a knack for twisting things, don't you? Unlike you, Soo-Min, I don't have to resort to such tactics for attention."

Soo-Min's smile didn't waver, her eyes locking onto Y/n's. "Is that so? It's just interesting that you've returned after all these years with a sudden need for our family's spotlight."

She could feel her father's eyes on her, his attention heightened by the tense atmosphere. With a calm that belied the turmoil within, Y/n's retort was sharp. "Not that it's any of your concern, Soo-Min, but I accidentally nicked myself."

The retort held a subtle edge, a reminder that Y/n was no longer the compliant older sister who would silently endure the barbs of her family. The room seemed to hold its breath for a moment, the tension palpable as Y/n's words hung in the air.

Soo-Min's lips curved into a sardonic smile, her eyes narrowing as their gazes locked. The exchange carried an unspoken challenge, a clash of wills that simmered beneath the polished surface of their interactions.

Ji-Woon's voice, smooth as silk but laced with an undertone of rivalry, cut in. "Must we engage in this petty banter, especially tonight of all nights?"

Tae-Jun's infectious charm seemed to counter the growing tension, his voice lighthearted. "Come on, let's not dampen the mood. We're all here as a family, right?"

Their mother, elegant and composed, cleared her throat softly. Her gentle but firm voice carried a hint of caution. "Let's remember the purpose of this gathering. We are here to celebrate Y/n's return"

But the unspoken tensions lingered, threatening to boil over at any moment. Y/n could feel the weight of her father's gaze on her, a reminder that their actions were being scrutinized.

As Soo-Min opened her mouth, a tense argument looming on the horizon, their mother's hand on her arm silenced her. A subtle but stern gaze passed between them, and Soo-Min subsided, albeit begrudgingly.

Ji-Woon leaned forward, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Of course, Mother. How could we forget the importance?"

Soo-Min shot him a look of annoyance, her sharp retort quick on her tongue. "Oh, don't pretend like you're not eager for the chairman position yourself, Oppa."

Y/n watched the back-and-forth with a mixture of frustration and resignation. It was a familiar dance, one they had engaged in countless times before – a competition for their father's favor, a rivalry fueled by their shared ambition. As the siblings' bickering continued, the room seemed to crackle with tension, an electric charge that threatened to ignite at any moment.

Tae-Jun, ever the peacemaker, attempted to intervene. "Hey, can we please just enjoy this dinner and put our differences aside for once?"

But Soo-Min's retort was swift and biting. "It's easy for you to say, Tae-Jun. You don't have to prove yourself like the rest of us."

Soo-Min's lips curled into a half-smile, the tension between them simmering beneath the surface. The exchange didn't go unnoticed by their father, whose eyes bore into Y/n with an intensity that sent a chill down her spine.

"Enough," her father's voice cut through the air, his words curt and commanding. The table fell into an uneasy silence, the weight of his authority hanging over them.

Y/n shifted her gaze to her plate, her appetite diminished by the atmosphere that had settled over the room. She could feel her father's gaze lingering on her, a reminder of the expectations that loomed over her. Despite the elaborate surroundings and the lavish meal before her, she felt trapped in a web of obligations and familial pressures.

Ji-Woon, the elder son, cleared his throat, his voice carrying an air of self-assuredness. "Father, I've been considering ways to expand our hotel chain into international markets. I believe this move would significantly boost our revenue."

Y/n's father nodded approvingly, his attention shifting from Y/n to Ji-Woon. "Continue your research, Ji-Woon. We need to maintain our stronghold in the industry."

Soo-Min's voice cut in, her tone calculating. "And what about Y/n, Father? She's been away for years. Will she now be contributing her ideas for the company?"

The tension in the room escalated, the underlying rivalry between the siblings palpable. Y/n met Soo-Min's gaze, her eyes holding a mixture of defiance and weariness. "Soo-Min, if I recall correctly, your concern for my involvement seems rather sudden."

Soo-Min's smile was sharp, her words laced with a hint of condescension. "Well, we all know that you've been enjoying your freedom abroad while the rest of us have been working diligently to uphold the family's legacy."

The atmosphere grew increasingly strained, the unspoken animosities simmering just beneath the surface. Y/n's father interjected, his voice firm. "Enough of this. We are family, and we should be supporting each other's efforts, not tearing each other down."

Tae-Jun attempted to diffuse the tension with a charismatic grin. "Father's right. Let's focus on the future and the opportunities that lie ahead."

Their mother, who had remained silent, finally spoke up, her voice carrying a note of warmth. "This dinner is meant to celebrate Y/n's return to Korea. Let's not allow disagreements to overshadow this moment."

Tae-Jun seized the opportunity to contribute positively. "Thank you, mom, you're very right. We should be celebrating as a family. Noona, we've missed you."

Y/n offered a small, genuine smile in return, appreciating her brother's attempt to ease the tension. "Thank you, Tae-Jun. I've missed all of you too."

Soo-Min, though less overtly hostile, couldn't resist a snide comment. "Yes, it's been such a long time since we've seen you, Y/n. We're eager to hear about your adventures in America."

Ji-Woon interjected with his characteristic charm, trying to lighten the mood. "Tell us, Y/n, did you meet any interesting people during your time abroad?"

Their mother, sensing the need to maintain harmony, directed the conversation towards less contentious topics. "Y/n, have you seen the new renovations we've done to the mansion? We wanted everything to be perfect for your return."

Y/n nodded, genuinely impressed by the tasteful changes made to the family home. "Yes, Mother, it's beautiful. You've done a wonderful job."

The staff, who had been discreetly observing the family dynamics, continued their duties with a quiet efficiency. The tension, though temporarily diffused, still lingered beneath the surface, a constant presence that defined the relationships within the Han family.

As the evening continued, the conversation shifted towards more neutral subjects – the family's business ventures, upcoming social events, and Y/n's future plans. Despite the efforts to maintain civility, the underlying currents of competition and ambition continued to simmer, a reflection of the complex web of relationships that bound the Han family together.

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Min Yoongi strode into Min Tech Solutions, his steps echoing through the sleek, modern lobby of the towering building. Dressed impeccably in a tailored black suit, his presence demanded attention. He was the embodiment of power and control, his cold demeanor only accentuating his status. To the employees, he was the enigmatic CEO of the company, known for his brilliance in technology and his strategic mind.

Behind him trailed his two closest friends—Jung Hoseok, his dedicated and efficient assistant, and Kim Seokjin, the charismatic head manager of the company. Despite their different roles, the trio had been inseparable since their school days, their camaraderie unbreakable.

As they made their way through the lobby, the employees paused in their tracks, bowing respectfully as Yoong passed by. It was a well-established ritual; a silent acknowledgment of his position. The private elevator beckoned at the far end of the lobby, its sleek doors sliding open upon their approach. Stepping inside, the trio was enveloped in the elevator's plush interior, a cocoon of silence and anticipation. It began its ascent, carrying them toward the upper echelons of the building, where the executive offices lay like a sanctum of innovation.

Hoseok leaned forward slightly, his tablet in hand, and began to brief Yoongi on the day's schedule. "Sir, you have a busy day ahead. First, a meeting with Kim Namjoon regarding artwork, followed by a suit fitting, dinner with your parents and brother."

Yoongi nodded along, his gaze focused on the numbers ticking up on the digital display. However, his attention snapped back to Hoseok as the next item on the agenda was mentioned.

"Lastly, you're supposed to contact your soon-to-be wife, Han Y/n."

Yoongi's brows furrowed, and he exchanged a puzzled glance with Seokjin. It was a rare occurrence for anything to surprise him, but this unexpected piece of information managed to do just that. He turned to Hoseok, a mix of disbelief and irritation evident in his voice. "What are you talking about?"

Seokjin chimed in, his curiosity piqued. "Yeah, Hoseok, what's this about a wife?"

Hoseok furrowed his brows, glancing down at his tablet again, as if the answer might have slipped onto the screen without his notice. "I... I'm not sure, Yoongi-hyung. It's on the schedule, but I wasn't informed of the details."

Seokjin leaned against the mirrored wall, his brows furrowing in contemplation. "This is unexpected, Yoongi. Are your parents aware of this?"

Yoongi's lips formed a thin line as he shook his head. "I have no idea. This is the first time I'm hearing about it."

Hoseok fiddled with his tablet, his brows knitting together as he tapped on the screen. "Wait a minute, let me check something."

As the elevator continued its climb, Hoseok's expression shifted from confusion to realization. He sucked in a sharp breath. "I think I know what might be happening."

Yoongi and Seokjin turned their attention to Hoseok, waiting for an explanation.

Hoseok looked up, his eyes locking with Yoongi's. "It looks like someone added this to your schedule without proper communication. And based on the timing, I have a strong feeling that this lunch with your family is more than just a casual gathering. I think they might be planning to discuss your marriage, Yoongi-hyung."

Seokjin shot Hoseok a look of disbelief. "Are you saying Yoongi is getting married? Without even knowing about it?"

Hoseok's expression mirrored Seokjin's incredulity. "I don't have any more information than what's on the schedule, guys. But if it's there, it seems to be something your parents are orchestrating."

The air in the elevator seemed to grow heavier with every passing second. Yoongi's eyes widened, his mind struggling to grasp the enormity of the revelation. Marriage? The notion seemed utterly foreign, especially given that he was entirely unaware of any such arrangement. His heart pounded, and his fingers curled into tight fists at his sides.

Yoongi leaned against the elevator wall, his mind racing as he tried to process the information. "This doesn't make sense. I'm not even in a relationship, let alone engaged."

Seokjin let out a low whistle. "This is some next-level parental intervention."

The elevator chimed, indicating their arrival at the executive floor. The doors slid open, revealing the minimalist design of the top-level offices. Yoongi stepped out, his thoughts still in turmoil.

Seokjin's eyes widened in realization, his voice a mixture of awe and amusement. "Yoongi, you're the unsuspecting star of a real-life K-drama plot."

A rare quirk tugged at the corner of Yoongi's lips. The absurdity of the situation was not lost on him, and the irony of being caught in his own storyline was almost amusing.

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The sun had risen on a new day, casting its warm light across the bustling streets of Seoul. Amidst the city's vibrant energy, Y/n found herself seated in a familiar haven—a cozy Korean barbecue restaurant that held a wealth of memories. By her side were her steadfast companions, Jimin and Jungkook, the bonds of their friendship unyielding even across time zones and continents. The three of them had shared countless meals and memories over the years, and their bond remained as strong as ever despite the distance and time that had passed.

"Y/n, you're really trying to out-eat us today, huh?" Jungkook teased, his eyes dancing with amusement as he placed a piece of meat on the grill.

Y/n chuckled, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Oh, you know I have to keep up with you two somehow."

Jimin chimed in with a playful grin. "Yeah, Jungkook's metabolism is like a black hole. I don't know where all that food goes."

Jungkook shot Jimin a mock-offended look. "Hey, watch it. I take offense to that."

The trio's camaraderie was palpable as they shared stories from their recent adventures. Just two months ago, both Jimin and Jungkook had been in New York for work, and they'd managed to catch up with Y/n despite their busy schedules. It was moments like these that bridged the gap between continents and reaffirmed their unbreakable bond.

Amid the friendly banter, Jimin's tone turned more serious as he leaned back in his chair, fixing his gaze on Y/n. "So, Y/n, you're the talk of Korea these days."

Y/n's eyes widened in feigned innocence. "What? Who told you that?"

Jungkook chuckled, shaking his head. "Come on, Y/n. You know everyone's buzzing about your return. People are practically writing novels about it."

Y/n chuckled. She had expected her arrival to go relatively unnoticed, considering her family's business dealings and her complex relationship with them. Yet, both of her friend's words made her realize that her mere presence seemed to stir up interest and conversations all around.

"We're serious, everyone's been talking about you coming back," Jimin remarked with an amused grin.

Y/n raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Really? I didn't think it would be that big of a deal."

Jungkook chimed in, his playful smirk matching Jimin's. "Well, you've always been somewhat of an idol to people here. Even in the States, you managed to stay kind and down-to-earth despite your background."

“Idol?” Y/n chuckled, shaking her head. "I'm just me, guys. I don't get what the fuss is about."

Jimin pulled out his phone and tapped a few times before showing Y/n a news article with her picture. "Well, this might give you an idea."

Y/n took a glance at the article, her eyes widening slightly at the headline. "Seriously? They're writing articles about me coming back?"

Jimin grinned mischievously. "Oh, you're a hot topic right now."

Y/n shook her head, still finding it hard to believe. "It's weird, isn't it? I mean, I've been away for years. Why would people care?"

"Well, you're the eldest of your family, last I checked unless you have an older sibling no one knows about. And considering your family's reputation, your return might be seen as something significant." Jungkook leaned back in his chair, looking thoughtful. "The eldest of the Han family returns after mysterious disappearance years ago, is it to save the Marblegold group? That kind headline does have is rather captivating.”

“Cut it out Jungkook,” Jimin says hitting his shoulder, “You can’t even spell captivating.”

Bucking towards Jimin, Jungkook was about to attack his hyung before both of their attention turns to Y/n as she sighed softly, her expression tinged with resignation. "Yeah, I guess so. The Han family isn't exactly known for its pristine reputation."

Jimin and Jungkook exchanged a knowing look, their expressions showing sympathy for their friend's predicament. Y/n's family history was something they were familiar with, having known her since they were kids. Her complex relationship with her family was something they had witnessed firsthand.

Jimin, with his warm smile and easygoing demeanor, had carved a name for himself in the world of dance and choreography. His creativity and passion had led him to become a successful choreographer, working with renowned artists and creating captivating performances that resonated with audiences worldwide.

On the other hand, Jungkook's journey had taken him into the realm of gaming—a path that had led to immense success. Known as one of the biggest gamers in Korea, Jungkook had built a reputation for his skill, dedication, and charismatic presence. His online presence and gaming prowess had garnered him a dedicated fanbase and had solidified his status as a prominent figure in the gaming community.

As the conversation continued, the trio delved into deeper matters. Y/n found herself opening up about the whirlwind of events that had occurred within the first 24 hours of her return—her arranged marriage, the tension with her siblings, and the unfamiliar path that lay ahead.

Jimin's expression grew serious as he listened, and he leaned forward slightly. "Y/n, are you sure you’re okay withthis?"

Y/n offered a small smile, appreciating the concern in her friends' eyes. "Honestly, I don't know. It's a lot to take in, but I'll have to figure it out."

Jungkook chimed in, his tone gentle. "And this guy you're marrying, Yoongi. Is he someone you know? The name sounds familiar, like I can picture his face but I’m not sure from where."

Y/n's cheeks turned a faint shade of pink as she thought about Yoongi. "Yeah, I actually knew him when we were kids."

Jimin raised an eyebrow playfully. "Is he the Yoongi you had a crush on?"

Y/n playfully swatted at Jimin's arm. "Cut it out, Jimin. But yes, it's the same Yoongi."

Jimin and Y/n shared a laugh at Jungkook's expense, who suddenly choked on a piece of meat from their barbecue feast. Y/n quickly passed him a glass of water, her concern evident as he coughed and sputtered.

"Jungkook, are you okay?" Y/n asked, patting his back gently.

Jungkook finally managed to catch his breath, his face red from the coughing fit. He took a sip of water and shot a playful glare at Jimin. "You two are something else."

Jimin grinned sheepishly. "Hey, you're the one who couldn't handle the truth bomb."

Y/n chuckled, relieved to see Jungkook recovering. "Don't worry, Jungkook. We won't drop any more shocking news on you."

Jungkook shook his head with a dramatic sigh. "I should've known better than to eat while you two are talking."

Once the laughter subsided, Jimin turned the conversation towards a more serious topic. "Y/n, is there going to be an official statement about your sudden return and this marriage situation?"

Y/n shrugged her shoulders, her expression uncertain. "I don't know, guys. Honestly, I don't have control over these things. It's all happening so fast."

Jimin and Jungkook exchanged a glance, their expressions reflecting concern and sympathy. They had known Y/n long enough to understand the complexities of her family dynamics and the challenges she faced. Without saying a word, their supportive presence spoke volumes.

Jimin leaned forward, his expression concerned. "But are you at least going to stay with your parents until the wedding?"

Y/n shook her head, her eyes distant for a moment. "No, I'm not staying with them. I stayed with them last night, but my new penthouse should be ready this afternoon. Even when I'm married, I intend to have it as a place of solitude A place I can go to when I just need to be alone "

Jungkook raised an eyebrow, curiosity evident in his voice. "A penthouse? That's quite the upgrade."

Y/n chuckled softly. "Well, I guess the Han family name has its perks. But honestly, it's just a place to stay. I don't want to be in the middle of all the family drama."

Jimin nodded in understanding. "Can't blame you for that. Family dynamics can be... complicated."

Y/n's smile turned wistful, a hint of sadness in her eyes. "You have no idea."

"So you're really going through with it? "Jungkook says, with a look of sympathy and his eyes. "The marriage?

Y/n sighs as she chews a piece of meat in her mouth before slowly nodding "I don't really have a choice in this."

Without uttering a word, their supportive presence spoke volumes, a testament to the deep bond they shared with Y/n. But just as they settled into a comfortable silence, Y/n noticed something out of the corner of her eye that drew her attention away from the heartfelt conversation.

Paparazzi.

The word alone held a weight that tugged at Y/n's composure. While she had always been adept at maintaining a cool demeanor, the unwelcome intrusion of cameras and attention had always unnerved her. Her return to Korea, marked by the chaos of her family's dynamics and the sudden arranged marriage, had plunged her right back into a spotlight she had never sought.

As if sensing the shift in Y/n's mood, Jungkook's gaze followed hers and found the source of her discomfort—the paparazzi gathered outside the restaurant. The awareness passed like a silent current between the three friends, momentarily casting a shadow over their carefree evening.

Jungkook leans in slightly, his tone gentle yet probing. As Y/n puts a hand up to cover her face, her hair moves behind her revealing the cut that she’s been hiding from them the whole time. "Hey, what happened to your cheek?"

Y/n's heart skipped a beat, and she froze momentarily. Jimin's gaze sharpened, his concern growing. "Y/n, is everything okay? Was it your dad again?"

Her friends' perceptiveness sent a shiver down Y/n's spine. They had known her for so long that they could read her like an open book. She looked down, her fingers tracing the still-fresh cut on her cheek as if lost in thought.

-

After hearing her father's request, Y/n tried her best to hold back her emotions. The news hit her like a tidal wave, leaving her feeling as though she was being treated like a pawn in a game. She had always known that her family's priorities lay heavily with the business and their status, but this was a blow she hadn't expected. Her emotions simmered beneath the surface as she struggled to maintain her composed facade.

"I don't get a choice in all this, do I?" Y/n's voice was steady, but the undertone of frustration was unmistakable.

Her father's silence was deafening. The lack of response fueled the growing agitation within her. The chill demeanor she had cultivated over the years began to crack, revealing the storm of emotions that raged beneath the surface.

"Is this what you've been planning all along?" Y/n's words were sharp, her voice laced with anger. "To use me as a means to boost your business? Because I'm not the son you wanted? Is that it?"

Her father's expression remained stoic, a mask that hid his true thoughts. The silence, the absence of denial, was a confirmation in itself. The pieces of the puzzle fell into place in a way that sent a surge of resentment coursing through her veins.

"You never cared about me, did you?" Y/n's voice grew louder, her frustration breaking through her usual restraint. "All those years in the States, and the only time you ever reached out was about the business. You never once asked how I was. And now, you want to control my life, my future?"

The tension in the room escalated with every word, the air charged with the weight of years of neglect and unspoken resentment. Her father's silence seemed to amplify the roar of her anger.

"Answer me!" Y/n's voice cracked, her composure slipping. "Was this your plan all along?"

Finally, her father's voice cut through the air, a sharp retort that echoed with his authority. "Y/n, you will address me with respect."

The sudden raise in his voice hung in the air like a shockwave. The room fell silent, the tension almost palpable. Y/n's heart raced, her chest heaving as she met her father's gaze with a mixture of defiance and desperation.

"Respect?" Y/n's voice trembled with a mix of anger and hurt. "You demand respect after years of treating me like a commodity? This is why I've never considered you my father."

Her father's expression remained unchanged, his silence a wall that she could not break through. The argument had reached an impasse, the chasm between them widening with every passing moment.

"You can't force me into this marriage," Y/n's voice quivered with determination. "I won't be a pawn in your games."

Her father's voice finally broke the silence, but his tone was cold and measured. "Y/n, you have a duty to this family, to our legacy. It's not about being a pawn, it's about fulfilling your responsibilities."

A bitter laugh escaped Y/n's lips, tinged with irony. "Responsibilities? Is that what you call it? This isn't about family to you. It's about control and image."

Her father's gaze bore into hers, his eyes hardening. "You will marry Min Yoongi. That is not up for negotiation."

The defiance in Y/n's eyes blazed brighter. "Funny you decide this for me, but you don't do the same for your other daughter, Soo-Min."

A tense silence settled over them, a battlefield of wills and unspoken regrets. The air hung heavy with the weight of their opposing desires, the clash of tradition and individuality.

Her father's voice dropped to a chilling whisper. "Think carefully, Y/n. Your actions will have consequences."

Y/n's own voice was laced with a newfound resolve. "So will yours."

Her father's face tightened, his jaw clenched as his gaze bore into her. The tension between them was palpable, a heavy cloud of conflict that seemed to envelop the room.

"Y/n," he said, his voice a low rumble, "you will do as your duty demands."

The words were a command, a final declaration that brooked no argument. The room seemed to vibrate with the weight of their opposing wills, the clash of generations and aspirations.

But Y/n was done yielding to his authority. The fire within her burned bright, fueling her determination to forge her own path, even if it meant challenging the very foundation of her family's expectations.

"I won't marry Min Yoongi," Y/n's voice rang out, her tone resolute. "I won't sacrifice my happiness for your ambitions."

Her father's face reddened, his features contorting with anger. "You are being selfish, Y/n. You're tearing this family apart."

The accusation hung in the air, a bitter accusation that cut deep. The room seemed to vibrate with the tension between them, the years of unspoken grievances finally finding their voice.

"Selfish?" Y/n's voice wavered with a mix of frustration and sorrow. "You've spent years neglecting me, using me for your business, and now you want to dictate my future? This is not the family I want to be a part of."

Her father's fists clenched at his sides, his nostrils flaring as he struggled to contain his anger. The air was charged with their conflicting emotions, a battleground of wills that seemed impossible to resolve.

Lost in her tumultuous thoughts, Y/n barely registered the approaching footsteps until it was too late. Her father, his face a mask of anger and frustration, stood before her.

"Y/n," his voice was a low growl, a stark contrast to the authority he usually commanded. "You will not defy me."

The tension in the air was palpable, a charged silence that crackled between them. Y/n's heart raced, her breath catching in her throat as she met his gaze with a mixture of defiance and trepidation.

"Defy you?" Her voice was laced with bitterness. "What if I were to reveal your true motivations for this marriage?"

Her father's eyes narrowed, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his features. "What are you implying?"

A bitter smile twisted Y/n's lips. "Do you really think I haven't heard the rumors? About your dealings, your secrets? What if those secrets were to see the light of day?"

Her father's face darkened, his hands curling into fists at his sides. The atmosphere was charged with a new kind of tension, one that carried the weight of hidden truths and unspoken threats.

"You wouldn't dare," his voice was a low warning, a thread of desperation creeping in.

Y/n's own voice grew colder, the realization that she held power at this moment giving her a surge of adrenaline. "Try me. I've spent years being your obedient daughter, your pawn. But I won't be silenced any longer."

A strained silence settled over them, the air heavy with the threat of revelation and retaliation. The seconds ticked by, each one echoing with the weight of their choices.

Finally, her father's mask of control shattered. With a guttural roar of frustration, he grabbed a vase off his desk and hurled it in her direction. The glass shattered against the wall, a shard flying dangerously close to Y/n's cheek, leaving a small cut in its wake.

Pain radiated from the cut, a sharp reminder of the turmoil that had erupted between them. Y/n's hand instinctively went to her cheek, her gaze locked onto her father's figure, his chest heaving with rage and regret.

In that moment, the truth hung in the air, a truth that could not be ignored or dismissed. Their relationship, once strained, was now broken beyond repair. The silence between them was heavy, the room feeling like a battleground of shattered expectations and shattered glass.

With a final, seething glare, Y/n turned away and walked out of the room. The door closed behind her, a barrier that seemed to symbolize the irreparable divide that had grown between father and daughter.

Her footsteps echoed through the hallways, her chest heaving as she walked away from the turmoil she had left behind. Her mind raced with a whirlwind of emotions, anger, and sadness mixing in a potent cocktail of conflict.

-

Y/n's response carried a trace of hesitation, a fleeting chink in the armor of her usually collected façade. Attempting to deflect the situation, she offered a wistful smile, her attempt to downplay the significance of the cut on her cheek palpable.

"It's really not a big deal," she finally said, her voice almost dismissive. "Just a small cut. It'll fade in a couple of days or weeks."

Jimin and Jungkook exchanged a knowing look, their mutual understanding woven into their unspoken conversation. They knew well the intricacies of Y/n's family dynamics and the complexities she faced. Instead of delving deeper, Jimin discreetly gestured for the check, a subtle acknowledgment of the paparazzi's impact on their evening.

Their unity was unmistakable as they collected their belongings, readying themselves to leave. Jimin's gesture and Jungkook's nod conveyed a sense of unity, an agreement forged in their shared experience. "Let's wrap up here," Jimin suggested softly, the words a quiet signal to retreat.

Jungkook's agreement echoed with an underlying current of protectiveness as he looked at Y/n. "Yeah, let's get out of here."

The presence of the paparazzi had turned Y/n's demeanor from cool to agitated, the shift in her disposition revealing her vulnerability. The weight of the unwanted attention had stripped away the layers of her practiced nonchalance, exposing the unease that lay beneath.

-

With a sense of urgency, Yoongi, Hoseok, and Seokjin entered Yoongi's corner office and shut the door behind them. The plush surroundings contrasted with the whirlwind of thoughts swirling in their minds. As they gathered around his desk, their brows furrowed in contemplation, each trying to piece together the puzzle that was Han Y/n.

Seokjin furrowed his brow and leaned against the edge of the desk, his eyes narrowing in concentration. "Han Y/n... I swear, I've heard that name somewhere before. But where?"

Hoseok tapped his tablet absentmindedly, his gaze distant as he pondered the enigma. "Yeah, it's like there's a memory floating just out of reach. It's frustrating."

Yoongi, his jacket now neatly hung over the back of his chair, sat before his computer, his posture rigid and his expression as cool and intimidating as ever. His fingers hovered above the keyboard, ready to dig into the virtual realm for answers. He began typing her name into the search bar, the screen populating with a cascade of results. The name held a resonance that couldn't be denied, and he was determined to unearth the connection, even if it meant delving into his own past.

Seokjin's voice cut through the silence, his voice a mixture of frustration and determination. "There's a face tied to that name, I'm sure of it. A face from our past."

The rhythmic tapping of keys paused as Yoongi's fingers stilled above the keyboard. His eyes were fixed on the screen, the images of Han Y/n sparking fragments of recognition within him.

"I remember now. Han Y/n," Yoongi's voice was measured and composed, his cold exterior unwavering even as his mind raced to make sense of the connections.

Hoseok and Seokjin turned their full attention to him, their eyes a mix of curiosity and expectancy. Yoongi swiveled his computer screen to face them, revealing the articles and images that had captured his attention.

"She's the eldest daughter of the Han family," Yoongi's tone held a touch of steel, his gaze fixed on the images on the screen. His demeanor remained as icy and intimidating as ever, the enigma of Han Y/n doing little to thaw his exterior. "We were classmates back in middle school."

Seokjin's eyes widened, a gasp escaping his lips as the puzzle pieces started to fall into place. "Wait, you mean the same Han Y/n who vanished without a trace?"

Yoongi's nod was subtle, his mind a whirlwind of memories and unanswered questions. "Yes, that's her. She was always the quiet, intelligent, but rather beautiful type. And then, one day, she just disappeared."

Hoseok leaned in, his gaze scrutinizing the images on the screen, while his tone held a mixture of curiosity and awe. "And now, she's back in Korea and making waves with her accomplishments."

Seokjin whistled softly, his words carrying a sense of awe and disbelief. "This is surreal. The heiress of the Han family, the same girl we knew, is now at the center of it all."

Yoongi's expression didn't waver, his cold demeanor acting as a shield against the surge of emotions that threatened to break through. "But what's the reason for this marriage? And why bring her back into the fold now?"

A palpable silence enveloped the room, the weight of their thoughts hanging heavy. Yoongi's fingers unconsciously tapped against the keyboard, a rhythmic accompaniment to the intensity of their discussion.

Seokjin leaned back, his expression pensive. "There's more to her story, something we're not seeing."

Hoseok leaned forward, determination evident in his voice. "We need to find out where she was all these years, what she's been up to, and why she's back now."

Yoongi's gaze remained fixed on the photo displayed on his screen, his thoughts racing like a well-oiled machine beneath his calm facade. The photo portrayed a woman who exuded confidence and grace, a far cry from the quiet girl they had known. Her enigmatic smile and poised stance held a thousand untold stories, and Yoongi couldn't shake the feeling that her sudden reappearance was just the beginning of a much larger narrative.

Seokjin's voice pierced the quiet once again, his words carrying a mix of determination and curiosity. "Whatever happened during her absence, and whatever led to this arranged marriage, we're going to find out. There’s no way there isn’t some bigger reasoning behind this."

Hoseok's brows furrowed in contemplation as he glanced between Yoongi and Seokjin. "But the question is, if this arranged marriage is true, why would your parents agree to such a thing?"

At that moment, Yoongi's intense gaze finally shifted away from the photo of Han Y/n on the screen. His eyes held a glint of realization, and his lips curved into a faint, enigmatic smile.

Yoongi leaned back in his chair, his fingers steepled beneath his chin. "Hoseok, find out who added that dinner appointment to my schedule. And I want to know why."

Hoseok nodded, his fingers dancing across his tablet's screen as he began his investigation. He had been through countless tasks and challenges as Yoongi's assistant, but this one seemed to carry an air of significance that couldn't be ignored.

Hoseok looked up from his tablet, his expression a mix of concern and confusion. "Yoongi-hyung, it seems the addition was made by your parents' personal assistant. It's highly unusual for her to act without your parents' approval."

Yoongi's lips pressed into a thin line. "Seems like they've got something up their sleeves."

Seokjin leaned forward, his brow furrowing with a blend of seriousness and concern. "Perhaps it's time to have an open conversation with your family about this, Yoongi. If they're making decisions about your future without your knowledge, it's only fair that you have a say in the matter."

Yoongi's gaze turned distant for a moment, his thoughts drifting to his family and the complicated dynamics that had shaped his life. He was known for his resilience and his ability to navigate challenges, but this particular situation hit close to home in a way that left him vulnerable.

"I do have dinner with my parents this evening," he stated calmly, his tone unchanged from its usual cool demeanor. "Perhaps it's time I got some answers."

Hoseok looked back down at his tablet, his fingers poised over the screen. "I'll dig into Han Y/n's background, see if I can find any information that might shed light on what happened while she was gone, why she disappeared, and why she's suddenly in the picture."

A sense of determination radiated from Yoongi as he leaned forward, his eyes locking with Hoseok's. "And let's find out what my family is really planning. If they're orchestrating something like this, it's time they understand that I won't be easily manipulated."

The resolve in Yoongi's voice sent a shiver down Hoseok's spine, a reminder of the man's unwavering strength beneath the layers of complexity.

-

Y/n stepped into the luxurious expanse of her penthouse, the grandeur that surrounded her contrasting starkly with the whirlwind of emotions raging within. The heels of her shoes clicked against the opulent marble floor, a rhythmic echo of the disarray that had marked her recent encounters. As she kicked off her high heels, an unspoken tension clung to her movements, a sign of the anxious turmoil that had settled within her.

The penthouse, with its extravagant decor and impeccable furnishings, should have been a sanctuary of calm. Yet, as her gaze swept over the pristine interior, she found it difficult to escape the cacophony of thoughts that raced through her mind. The echoes of her friends' words from the Korean barbecue reverberated within her, a symphony of anxiety that had taken residence in her thoughts.

Jungkook and Jimin's revelations about her newfound prominence within Korean society seemed to amplify the weight of her return. The collective attention of a nation had zeroed in on her, dissecting every move she made, every choice she contemplated. The sheer scope of it was overwhelming, a cacophony of voices that left her disoriented.

The situation with her family, marked by complexities and conflicts, seemed to have reached a crescendo. The arranged marriage to Yoongi, a pact that had implications beyond her understanding, hung over her like a shadow. The very foundation of her world had shifted, and uncertainty had taken root where once there had been surety.

She swept her gaze around the spacious foyer, where the light danced off crystal chandeliers that hung from the ceiling like delicate jewels. A coat she had been wearing moments ago was casually draped over a plush armchair, while her purse landed on the nearby couch with a soft thud, seemingly discarded without a second thought.

As she navigated the grandeur of her penthouse, a space that mirrored the luxury she had grown up with, she found herself grappling with a sense of unease.The penthouse was a breathtaking testament to opulence. Located in the heart of Seoul's elite district, it occupied the uppermost floors of a gleaming skyscraper, affording her a panoramic view of the bustling city below.

The space was divided into two stories, connected by a grand staircase adorned with a crystal chandelier that cascaded from the ceiling above. 

The first floor, bathed in the warm glow of ambient lighting, boasted an open-plan living area and kitchen. Creamy marble floors met rich, dark wood furnishings, creating a harmonious contrast that was both inviting and sophisticated. The living room was graced with plush leather sofas and oversized floor-to-ceiling windows, offering a breathtaking view of the cityscape.

What struck Y/n most was the artwork adorning the walls—exquisite Korean calligraphy and contemporary paintings from her collection in New York. It was a visual tapestry that bridged her past and her present.

The kitchen, a vision of modernity and functionality, featured state-of-the-art appliances and gleaming granite countertops. A long, sleek dining table sat at the center, where Y/n could host guests and family gatherings in style if she were even given the opprotunity.

Ascending the grand staircase to the second floor, she found herself in a cozy yet refined personal sanctuary. Her bedroom, a symphony of neutral colors, exuded tranquility. A massive four-poster bed with intricately carved wooden panels dominated the room, flanked by silk curtains that billowed gently in the breeze from the open terrace.

The terrace, a haven of greenery and serenity, was a juxtaposition to the bustling city below. Here, she could find solace amidst potted bonsai trees and meticulously maintained Korean gardens, a nod to her roots and a sanctuary for contemplation.

Y/n's penthouse was more than just a luxurious dwelling; it was a reflection of her identity—a blend of old and new, tradition and innovation.

Y/n, in her customary demeanor of composure, surveyed her surroundings with a detached appreciation. She was dressed impeccably, her attire carefully chosen to reflect both power and sophistication. A charcoal-gray pantsuit, tailored to perfection, molded to her form, while a pristine white blouse peeked from beneath the structured jacket. Her raven-black hair cascaded down her back in a controlled cascade, the dark waves a stark contrast to her porcelain skin.

In this realm of luxury, her usual chill facade remained intact. Yet, as she moved with precision through the penthouse, an observant eye might catch a flicker of internal turmoil, a hint of tension beneath the practiced exterior.

The penthouse exuded opulence, an extravagant tapestry woven with the finest materials. Y/n's sense of aesthetics allowed her to appreciate the harmonious fusion of design elements, even as her thoughts wandered.

The weight of the events that had unfolded in the short span of a day tugged at her composure, an undercurrent of vulnerability that threatened to breach her carefully crafted facade. Y/n was adept at masking her emotions, a skill honed through years of navigating a world that expected perfection. And yet, the battle raging within her was undeniable, a tempest that had eluded her control.

She moved with practiced grace, her demeanor a tapestry of poise. But behind the mask of composure lay a maelstrom of thoughts, a whirlwind of questions and doubts that cast shadows across her mind. Her pulse quickened, the rhythm of her heart in sync with the disarray of her thoughts.

The luxury that surrounded her felt alien, a stark contrast to the turmoil that churned within. The decor, meticulous in its detail, seemed to pale in comparison to the complexity of her circumstances. Though she appeared unfazed, even internally about her situation at hand, she couldn't deny the appreciation she felt for the meticulously curated space. She noticed with a small, almost imperceptible smile, how her cherished furniture and decor from her New York apartment seamlessly melded with the opulence of her new abode.

As she walked further, her eyes fell upon a collection of photographs placed thoughtfully on a side table. Among them was a family photo from her youth, a captured moment of innocence and happiness. Her fingers brushed against the edge of the frame, a mixture of emotions stirring within her. With practiced ease, she gently turned the photo face down, a subtle gesture to shield the past from prying eyes.

Making her way to the kitchen, the spacious room adorned with top-of-the-line appliances and sleek marble surfaces. Her fingers glided across the wine bottles displayed in an elegant glass cabinet. She selected a bottle of Romanée-Conti , a rare and expensive vintage that spoke to her refined tastes.

Pouring the wine into a crystal glass, she observed the rich, deep hue of the liquid as it swirled within the vessel. Raising the glass to her lips, she took a measured sip, savoring the intricate flavors that danced on her palate. The stress and tension of the past day seemed to melt away with every sip, replaced by a momentary respite.

Y/n wandered into the living room, the plush carpet cushioning her steps. Her eyes alighted on the turned-over photograph frame, an unintentional reminder of the past she had left behind. The image evoked a whirlwind of emotions, emotions she had buried deep within herself. Her grip on the wine glass tightened, her knuckles whitening as she stared at the frame.

A rush of memories flooded her mind—the carefree laughter, the warmth of family, and the dreams she had once nurtured. But beneath the surface of nostalgia lay a tapestry of complexities, of expectations and responsibilities that had woven her destiny into something far different from what she had envisioned.

As tears welled in her eyes, Y/n blinked them back fiercely, refusing to let her emotions overcome her. She took a steadying breath, allowing herself to acknowledge the weight of the past and the path she had chosen to forge. With a determined gesture, she turned the photograph back upright, letting the memories resurface, if only momentarily.

As her thoughts drifted, the silence was suddenly shattered by the intrusion of her ringing phone. Y/n's hand, which had been idly tracing the rim of her wine glass, stilled abruptly. Sighing deeply to herself, she retrieved her phone from her purse, which had been haphazardly discarded on the couch.

Her eyes flickered over the screen, her heart skipping a beat as her gaze settled on a name she hadn't expected to see.

The name glowed on the screen, a stark contrast to the dimmed lights of the penthouse. It was a connection she hadn't anticipated, a thread linking her to a person whose path had unexpectedly intersected with her own.

A myriad of emotions churned within her—confusion, apprehension, and a trace of something she couldn't quite put into words. Her thumb hovered over the screen, torn between answering and maintaining her self-imposed distance.

Setting her wine glass down delicately, Y/n cleared her throat, a subtle action that accompanied the sweeping away of unshed tears. In that moment, her face transformed into a visage of unwavering resilience, a mask carefully worn once more.

Amidst the quietude of the room, the persistent ringing of the phone continued, its resonating sound akin to a persistent reminder of the beckoning connection. Eventually, yielding to the inevitability of the situation, Y/n released a resigned exhale and reached for the phone. Despite the tempest of thoughts raging within her, her voice emanated a composed and cool demeanor as she spoke, grappling with her inner turmoil.

"Hello?"

A palpable pause hung in the air, as if even he, on the other end of the line, was taken aback by her response. Gradually, his voice, enveloped in a warm yet slightly uncertain tone, permeated the airwaves.

"Y/n, I hope I'm not intruding."

Leaning slightly forward at the edge of the couch, her posture exuding a controlled ease, Y/n found herself in a state of both relaxation and vigilance, her defenses still standing firm.

"Not at all, Yoongi-ssi. How can I assist you?"

A soft chuckle, suffused with gentle amusement, resonated from the other end of the line. "Please, call me Yoongi. After all, I will be your husband."

Y/n's voice, like chilled silk, cut through the air. "Very well, Yoongi."

The atmosphere grew heavier, the tension palpable even through the phone lines. Y/n, her words measured, couldn't help but question, "May I ask how you obtained my phone number?"

There was a pause, a momentary hesitation that underscored the enigmatic nature of their conversation. "Let's just say I have my ways, Y/n."

It was Yoongi's turn to chuckle, his voice holding a frigid edge. "In our impending partnership, such details will become trivial."

Y/n, her resolve unyielding, replied in kind, her voice echoing with an icy calmness. "Very well, Yoongi. How can I assist you?"

Across the bustling city of Seoul, Yoongi sat in his spacious office, the floor-to-ceiling windows offering a panoramic view of the metropolis below. The glow of the setting sun bathed the room in a warm, golden light, creating a tranquil ambiance amidst the urban chaos. His gaze wandered to the photo on his desk, a snapshot of the moment when Y/n had disembarked from the airplane—an indelible memory etched in the recesses of his mind.

With practiced nonchalance, he maintained the conversation, his voice carrying a hint of intrigue. “Y/n, I believe it's essential that we meet before the upcoming family dinner. There are matters we should discuss regarding our sudden marriage."

A subtle pause from Y/n on the other end piqued his curiosity. Her demeanor still frigid, hesitated for a brief moment before agreeing, "I will send over my availability."

A knowing smirk seemed to creep into Yoongi's voice as he responded, "I look forward to seeing you, Y/n."

With that, the connection ended, and Yoongi leaned back in his office chair, fingers tapping contemplatively on the mahogany desk. He had just set a new thread in motion, one that would draw Y/n further into the intricate web of their entwined fates, and he relished the challenge it posed.

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𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 : 𝐒𝐔𝐍 𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 by 𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐋 𝐂𝐀𝐈𝐍

↪ lyric starter for @xluciifer ( currently : accepting )

THERE  IS  A  BOY  IN  HIS  MIND  that lived ages ago  ;  he is constructed of bruised legs and bare feet and calloused, bleeding palms, a cocophany of childish color.  in  another  life,  those young hands would not have been stained with blood that was not his own.  the  CULT  he once remembered acted as a fog around his childhood memories.  all that he remembered was stained in a thick layer of dark  /   that goddamn forest was so intent on ruining every moment he could possibly remember. 

(  you still hear the hymms in your sleep at night, after all of these years have passed and you have not sung praises to your lord in a millennia’s time. you remember the last time you heard the choir.  [  𝐆𝐎𝐃  𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒  𝐘𝐎𝐔,  𝐁𝐔𝐓  𝐍𝐎𝐓  𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇  𝐓𝐎  𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐄  𝐘𝐎𝐔.  ]   when you skinned your knee at twelve you were patched up by father terrance, and you remembered his voice from the way he told you  HE WOULD  HEAL  YOUR  SIN.   you remember birthdays surrounded by desolate forest.  you are the founder’s son, and god will forever love you like his own, as long as you stay quiet.  )

BUT  YOU  REMEMBER  HIM   /   HE  DOES  NOT  APPEAR  STAINED  IN  YOUR  MEMORY  /  THE UNTAINTED ARCHANGEL !

the memory plays in vox’s mind like a rerun.  (  blonde haired loverboy with a sharp - toothed grin and six ethereal wings.  he is summoned at the slaughter of the sacrificial lamb given to you by your father, the lamb you were meant to drag into the outskirts of the commune and smear its blood across the trees.  [  but you hadn’t, had you?  ]   you were nineteen and you were  EXHAUSTED  and when you pulled open its body you  CRIED.  do you remember it?  you had blood on your hands and you sank your teeth into your lip to stifle the sounds only the forest might hear.  and when he appeared it was as if your life had ended and begun.  )

;     he says :  you must be the one who summoned me. what is it you’re asking ? a favor ? wanna sell your soul to the big guy himself ? ;     he says :  what, did you not expect it to work ? you’ve got the lamb and everything. ;     he says :  what’s your name, anyway? ;     you say :  james.    ( and your voice shakes as you say it, like you’re not certain if it’s the truth. )

of  course  vox  remembers  him.  it would be foolish not to. he’s there at the gala at the pride ring, and despite being  SURROUNDED  by high - class sinners of pride, bodies decorated in the finest silks, speaking of their accomplishments and their plans for the upcoming decade,  VOX  CAN  ONLY  GLANCE  OVER  AT  THE  KING  OF  HELL  HIMSELF.  he looks the same, just touched  by  time.  worn around the edges  ⸺  once  ETHEREAL  EYES  now stained with dark circles. how much had changed between them that neither of them had the time to speak of?  

(   but  he  is  still  the  man  you  thought  of  when  you  washed  the  lamb’s  blood  off  your  hands.  he is still the boy you thought of while silently and tearfully confessing to a sky that felt empty to you at the time. was lucifer not always known as the harbinger of sin and temptation?  what had you expected?  you keep picking at a wound you won’t let heal.  [  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄  𝐈𝐓  𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐒,  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒  𝐈𝐓  𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐒.  ]   )

vox’s claws sink into the wood of the bar beside him as the two’s eyes meet. they dig heavy into the material, four lines of nostalgia. a part of him almost hoped he wasn’t recognized. he’d rather leave his life in the dirt of a desolate woods.   [   𝐈  𝐂𝐀𝐍  𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑  𝐆𝐎  𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊  𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄.  ]    but he cannot stop himself from staring, from catching glances across a sea of sinners, eyeing lucifer in an almost suspicious manner. in a horrible, horrible world, lucifer would know exactly what had crossed vox’s young mind every single time he smeared blood over a summoning circle days after the first unknowing ritual.  YOU  WEREN’T  SUPPOSED  TO  LOOK  FORWARD  TO  SEEING  THE  ONE  WHO  DAMNED  ETERNITY  TO  SIN.

;          𝐍𝐎  𝐎𝐍𝐄  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐓𝐎  𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐄  𝐌𝐄  /  𝐒𝐎  𝐈  𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓  𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐃  /  𝐀𝐍𝐃  𝐈  𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏  𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆.

(  and the king is just as beautiful as he had been the first night vox had ever summoned him. and the feeling of acknowledging that feels like a dagger burrowing itself into the bottom of his stomach. to love was his original sin.  )

#cw blood #cw cults #cw animal death mention #cw sacrifice #cw internalized homophobia #VOX . (ic) ╱ there are no actors in this film / what you see and hear is real. #. 𓆩 JUST TO TAKE THE INJURY OF FINALLY KNOWING YOU. ╱ starters. #. ꒰ა VOX AND LUCIFER | . . . I'M JUST LOWERING YOUR EXPECTATIONS. ╱ xluciifer. #novella length for NO reason sorry bb

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Top 15 Fictional Trains

In the words of a random bit of silliness courtesy from the Internet, “I like trains.”

(SLAM-HONK-SPLAT.)

…If you got that reference…yay. XD

But seriously: ever since I was a boy, I’ve always had a fascination with the railway. From real-life trains and railways of great repute, to various fictional railroads and their engines found in books, video games, movies, and more. I’m not the only one: the railroad has always held an enduring sense of intrigue for all sorts of people all over the world. Something about these great Iron Horses, racing along the tracks, seeming to fly across the landscape with such grace and speed, remains iconic. From steam locomotives to more modern diesel engines and electric trains, the sense of power, speed, and the symbolization of ever-moving progress they embody will forever be indelible. Whether you’re fascinated by the real history and technical aspects of railways and their engines, or just see them as a fun visual motif, they aren’t going away.

I thought it would be fun to talk about some of my favorite fictional trains and engines, because…well…I just want to. Yeah, I’m not tying this one into anything, there’s no special occasion, I just…want to talk about them. Is that so wrong? I hope not. Now, this will be specifically dedicated to FICTIONAL trains, so you won’t be seeing real railway constructs on this list. And, of course, I have to know about the trains in question in order for them to count. (SPOILER ALERT: “Infinity Train” is nowhere on this list. I’ve never seen it, probably never will, and basically don’t know anything about it.) With that said, let’s get on with it! Full Steam Ahead! These are My Top 15 Favorite Fictional Trains.

15. The Rainbow Sun, from Shining Time Station/Thomas & the Magic Railroad.

It is pure nostalgia, above all else, that gets this train onto the list. The Rainbow Sun was the main engine piloted by Billy Twofeathers: chief engineer of the Indian Valley Railroad. This was the railway line serviced by the titular depot in “Shining Time Station.” The show, of course, was a showcase for the animated series “Thomas the Tank Engine & Friends,” during the 1990s; Shining Time and all of its characters acted as a framing device, with episodes of Thomas (usually connected in some way to the central plot) interspersed into the story. In the original TV series, the Rainbow Sun was portrayed by the Union Pacific 844. When the film “Thomas and the Magic Railroad” - which combined elements of Shining Time Station with Thomas & Friends - was made, all of the scenes at Shining Time were shot on the Strasburg Railroad. Strasburg’s 475 stood in for the Rainbow Sun. (That’s the version pictured here, since my guess is more people will recognize the movie than the TV show version.) There’s really not much to say about the Rainbow Sun, I just…like this train. Both versions. Both the movie and the show were a part of my childhood; this train, in each incarnation, is much the same.

14. The Sea Railway, from Spirited Away.

“Spirited Away” is widely considered one of the finest animated fantasy films ever made. Released by the world-renowned Studio Ghibli, this picture - like many of Ghibli’s greatest works - was the brainchild of the mighty Hayao Miyazaki, and is known for its sense of surreal, bizarre, at times nightmarish visuals and scenarios, as well as its fun and fascinating cast of crazy characters. One of the less bonkers elements of the film, yet also one of the most memorable, is the Sea Railway: while the scene where this train appears is brief, it is nevertheless very fondly recalled. In the scene, the main character - Sen - travels with her newfound friend, the mysterious No Face, to find the enchantress named Zeniba. The pair hop aboard the Sea Railway: a double diesel rail car that runs on tracks across the ocean. This is a scene all about visuals, that is both spectacular and yet shockingly peaceful. No dialogue, just the emotions of the music and the animation, as the strange railcar glides across the sea. Like several other trains on this list, its time in the film is short, but the moment is immortal.

13. The Ghost Train, from Casper: A Spirited Beginning.

This is a pretty “bleh” movie, in my opinion. A prequel to the 1995 film “Casper” (based on the comic and cartoon character of Casper the Friendly Ghost), this film tells the origins of the titular character. (They are nowhere near as interesting and exciting as they probably should be.) However, I’ve always had a soft spot for one particular part of the movie: the opening sequence. Why? Well, the movie starts off actually quite promising, with the ghostly Casper - freshly dead (how pleasant) - waking up on the Ghost Train. There have been many kinds of ghost trains in fiction over the years; in this case, it’s a railroad which transports souls to the afterlife. The Train is pure nightmare fuel of the best kind: a battered old steam train, carrying a heavy rake of carriages, with a crimson skull for a smokebox, its glowing eyes acting as the headlamps. Damned souls spew from its funnel in lieu of steam, skeletal limbs act as its coupling rods, and inside its chattering mandibles are a horde of black cats. The furniture inside the coaches is made from bones, only adding to its macabre sense of style. While it’s only onscreen for a few minutes (the opening, plus a couple of scenes later), this Ghost Train nevertheless made a big impression on me as a kid, and it was by far the best part of the film…which gives you a good idea of how bad the movie is, sadly. Still, points where points are due: this train is still pretty epic to this day.

12. The Time Train, from Back to the Future: Part III.

What’s cooler than a DeLorean? The answer is…well…probably the TARDIS, if anything, BUT BESIDES THAT I’d say a flying, time-traveling steam locomotive definitely deserves some credit! In the climax of the third and final pillar of the “Back to the Future” Trilogy, our heroes engage in a daring chase scene involving a runaway steam train. At the end of the film, Doc Brown reappears before Marty McFly, and reveals he’s “recycled” the busted engine to create a time traveling train, colloquially and appropriately called the Time Train by most fans. (It’s also sometimes referred to as the Jules Verne Train, but I’ve always liked Time Train more: it’s catchier and simpler.) While I love the look of the Time Train, once again, it’s not onscreen for very long, and doesn’t honestly do THAT much in the grand scheme of things. It’s not even clear, despite what I’ve said, if this is the same engine as the one from earlier in the film, or just a very similar one, since the aforementioned steam train did sort of…well…friggin’ EXPLODE. Regardless, it’s a memorable engine, and has long been a fan favorite. Definitely worthy of placement in the Top 12.

11. The Soviet Missile Train, from Goldeneye.

One of the few non-steam engines to be mentioned on this countdown, this diesel engine is also one of the most sinister creations on the list. This armored passenger train is interesting in that it actually doubles a mobile secret headquarters: in the James Bond film “Goldeneye,” the main villain, Alec Trevelyan (a.k.a. Janus), rides around in this battering-ram-on-wheels with his henchman. The train is based on real-life armored trains owned by the Soviet Union, but has been exaggerated to give it a more outright evil, almost futuristic sort of look, with a sharpened nose and colored all in black, with blood red Soviet Stars on the sides. The train is destroyed when Bond first derails it with a tank (because of course he does, he’s James-flipping-Bond), and Trevelyan - forced to abandon his mobile HQ - blows up what remains in attempt to destroy his nemesis. The Missile Train made a memorable appearance in the Nintendo 64 video game adaptation of the film, where the players - as Bond - would have to make their way inside and around the train to take out Trevelyan’s goons and save our resident Bond Girl for the evening, Natalya Simova. Whether you love it best for the movie or the game, this big black beast is definitely one of the fiercest things to ever ride the rails.

10. The Wanderer, from Wild Wild West.

Much like the previous entry on the list, this steam engine proves that if there’s one thing cooler than a spy car, it’s a spy train. “Wild Wild West” was a TV series that was a sort of off-kilter combination of the spy film and Western genres. The plot focused on a pair of clever cowboys - Jim West and Artemus Gordon - who worked for a special branch of the U.S. Secret Service. They rode around the country, stopping crimes and committing acts of espionage against evil masterminds. To accomplish this, the pair traveled via a luxurious private passenger train called the Wanderer. In the series, the Wanderer was largely portrayed via stock footage of Inyo, an engine that, at the time, served the Baltimore Locomotive Works. The Train was basically just a mobile headquarters for the duo; it didn’t exactly do much, but it allowed for an interesting“Home Base” location to see in every episode, and it helped make the series a bit more unique. In the later 1999 movie version, starring Will Smith as Jim West (that’s the one pictured here, for the same reasons as the previously discussed Rainbow Sun), the famous engine the William Mason was used to portray the Wanderer. While the film is basically a giant mess, I’ve actually always had a sort of soft spot for it; it’s a guilty pleasure, to say the least. Part of what I liked was the way the movie “suped up” the Wanderer: not only was the train an HQ-on-wheels for the spy-fighting duo, but now it was basically the equivalent of having a Bond Car riding the rails, with all kinds of gadgets and secrets hidden in the engine and its coaches. Even if you don’t like the movie (trust me, you aren’t alone there), or never saw the series, I defy you to say the Wanderer isn’t pretty cool.

9. The Infernal Train, from Alice: Madness Returns.

Not all trains are colorful, whimsical, and fun to ride. Perhaps no fictional train in history has been quite as forbidding as the Infernal Train from “Alice: Madness Returns,” the sequel to the cult classic video game “American McGee’s Alice.” For those who don’t know, the games focus on a grown-up Alice having to traverse through a twisted, warped, morbid reimagining of Wonderland; shaped by her own trauma and insanity into a chaotic nightmare world. At the end of the first game, however, Alice is able to conquer her fears and problems, and seemingly goes off onto a happy ending…but in the second game, we soon learn it wasn’t that easy. When Alice returns to Wonderland, it at first seems to be back to how it should be, but it quickly becomes clear that new threats and new problems are once again causing it to steadily fall into a state of hellish doom. The centerpiece of all this horror is the Infernal Train: a massive locomotive, seemingly built from a Gothic cathedral, which soars through the skies of Wonderland, spreading a tar-like substance called Ruin wherever it goes, destroying everything in its path. Alice’s mission is to find out who is responsible for the Infernal Train, and stop it in its tracks before it completely obliterates Wonderland forever. The Train is almost a character in and of itself in the game; a force of nature, the presence of which is a constant source of dread. It’s one of the most sinister locomotives ever created, and memorably so. It has well-earned its place in my personal Top 10.

8. Casey Junior, from Dumbo.

Whenever I think of the phrase “Circus Train,” the first thing I think of is this whimsical train from the classic Disney movie, “Dumbo.” The whole movie focuses on the adventures of the titular character - a baby elephant with abnormally large ears - during his stay at a fictional circus. The circus travels from city to city, town to town, via the Casey Junior Circus Train, so called after its lead locomotive, Casey Junior. (The name is a reference to the famous engineer, Casey Jones, who would appear in his own animated Disney cartoon…but that’s another story.) Casey is the first train on this list who isn’t just a vehicle, but actually a real CHARACTER, with his own sentience and intelligence. He speaks in a voice that is made to mimic the puffing of steam, and seems to be a hardworking, determined, slightly child-like little engine. And, given the broad smile painted on his smokebox, we can presume he very much enjoys his work. Casey Junior has reappeared several times in the Disney canon since the release of Dumbo. Most notably, a non-sentient rendition of him appears in Tim Burton’s live-action remake of the original film, and there’s also a kids’ ride at Disneyland called the Casey Junior Circus Train. There’s also a water attraction at the Magic Kingdom in Walt Disney World called the Casey Junior Splash and Soak Station. No matter where he shows up, this chipper Circus Train is as confident as he is colorful.

7. Tootle.

So far, all of the trains we’ve talked about have come from screen treatments: movies, TV, and video games. This is our first engine on the list who originates from a book. “Tootle” is one of many titles in the classic Little Golden Books collection of stories, and focuses on its titular character: a rather silly steam train by the name of Tootle. Young Tootle is a brand new locomotive, still a child, who goes to the town of Lower Trainswitch, “where all the baby locomotives go to learn to become big locomotives.” Tootle wants to grow up to become a Flyer engine, a fast express train, so he studies very hard…but there’s one important lesson he has trouble with: “Stay on the Rails, No Matter What.” Tootle is a curious little engine, and he starts leaving the tracks to play in the meadow and explore off the rails. With help from his teacher, an old engineer named Bill, Tootle learns that, while there’s nothing necessarily wrong with dreaming, shirking one’s responsibilities and ignoring safety is never wise. It’s interesting to see stories like “Tootle,” which effectively teach children, “know your place.” At first, that probably sounds overly authoritarian and ill-advised, but in truth, sometimes it’s genuinely important to know one’s boundaries and limits: we all have dreams and desires we wish we could fulfill, but it’s important to know which dreams and desires are worth chasing, and which ones could just lead to trouble. The book is one of the most popular in the Little Golden Books series; in fact, in 2001, it was named the third best-selling English children’s book of all time! The story has been adapted to a PC game, a children’s audiobook, and more. The character of Tootle himself also appeared in the animated series “Little Golden Book Land,” inspired by the entire collection. I read a lot of these books as a kid, and “Tootle” was always my favorite. He and his tale are definitely worth placement in the Top 10.

6. Chugs, from The Easter Bunny is Comin’ to Town.

This somewhat obscure Rankin/Bass special is a follow-up/sequel to their more popular Christmas TV tale, “Santa Claus is Comin’ to Town.” Just as that holiday special told the origins of Santa Clause, this one tells the origins of the Easter Bunny. Part of these origins is explaining how the Easter Bunny gets around the world. Cue this little fellow: Chugs, a talking train whom the Easter Bunny - named Sunny - saves from possible scrap. Chugs is a little old engine whom no one ever uses, so Sunny buys him, cleans him up till he’s shiny and new again, and paints him in springtime colors. Chugs is thus given the job of piloting the little white rabbit and his train of Easter eggs, jellybeans, and other gifts for children all around the land. He also brings mail to the Easter Bunny’s home. (Because…well…we had to justify Fred Astaire returning as a singing mailman SOMEHOW, didn’t we?) I am convinced the reason anybody remembers this special at all is ENTIRELY because of this stop-motion animated locomotive. He’s certainly a big part of why I remember the movie; as a kid, I used to wish I could have a toy train of Chugs, so obviously, he’s got a soft spot deep in my heart. Oh, one other thing: Chugs is referred to as “the Famous Little Engine Who Could” in the story, which…I guess means this film technically also counts as an adaptation of that. Go figure. Speaking of which…

5. The Little Engine That Could.

This classic children’s book is actually based on an old folk story, which has been passed down through the generations. The railway folktale has changed over the years, but it’s the storybook publication written by Arnold Munk (published under the pen name “Watty Piper”) that has become the most well-known. In this version of the story, a train full of sentient toys and treats (I guess they must be riding through Toyland) breaks down on its way to bring its cargo to a town full of good little children on the other side of a tall mountain. The toys try to get various other trains to stop and help, but all of them refuse, either being too tired or too stuck-up. Just when all hope seems lost, a Little Blue Engine arrives, and she promises to get the train of toys and goodies to the town. All the way on the journey, the Little Blue Engine repeats a simple mantra: “I think I can, I think I can, I think I can.” Finally, her determination proves true, and the Little Blue Engine succeeds in pulling the train over the mountain. It’s a simple little story, which teaches a simple little message, but that’s really all it needs to be. The tale has been referenced, paid homage, and adapted numerous times: Chugs, of course, is inspired by the folktale, and even Casey Junior references it in a scene from Dumbo. My personal favorite adaptation is an animated short film made in the 1990s, which expanded on the story as written by Watty Piper, and featured voicework by many veteran performers; Kath Soucie plays the Little Blue Engine, and Megatron and Optimus Prime themselves - Frank Welker and Peter Cullen - also play characters in the story, just to name a few. Another adaptation of the Piper version was made in 2011, inspired by the 1990s short subject; that one featured talents like Whoopi Goldberg, Patrick Warburton, and Jamie Lee Curtis, again, just to name a few. No matter which take on the children’s story you look at, its simplicity is as immortal as the tale itself. I think one can say this Little Engine has many more mountains to cross before its story is truly finished.

4. The Rainbow Line, from Ressha Sentai ToQger.

“Hold on a second!” I hear you all cry. “That’s not a train! That’s a freaking robot!” Well, you’re right, and you’re wrong. It is, in fact, a giant mech made out of magical trains. Yes, you read that correctly. No, I am not drunk. Perhaps I should start from the beginning: “Ressha Sentai ToQger” is my personal favorite entry in the Super Sentai franchise. This series is basically the original version of Power Rangers: that show is essentially made, for those who don’t know, by Americanizing the Super Sentai shows in Japan. While both use some of the same footage and costumes, and follow the same basic plot points of colorful heroes fighting rubber suited monsters and using giant mechs for each final battle, the stories and characters are often very different. “ToQger” is one of the few Sentai series that hasn’t really been adapted into Power Rangers (at least not yet), and I rather hope it stays that way. In this one, the visual motif is - you guessed it - trains, with the Rangers using magical trains as their transportation system, as well as the means through which they battle the monsters when “giant mech time” happens. I don’t know what possessed Japan to make “Thomas the Tank Engine: Power Rangers Edition,” but I’m very glad it happened, because this show is amazing. The trains of the Rainbow Line - the good faction of the series (the villains are called The Shadow Line, and they have their own transforming locomotives to do battle with) - are all unique and colorful, and it’s honestly pretty cool to see how they all come together to from the massive machines the Rangers use in combat. There’s a toylike quality to all of the engines (which I think is intentional, given the themes of this series), and I would sincerely LOVE to have real toys of each and every one of them. If a fleet of locomotives that can turn into a sword-wielding, laser-blasting battle mech DOESN’T sound equal parts crazy and cool to you…I would like to know what does.

3. The Polar Express.

The top three choices on this list all have the same things in common: all of them started as trains in books, primarily aimed at children, but have since become massively popular largely due to the adaptations of said works. The first of these is the titular train from the classic Christmas story, “The Polar Express.” Originally appearing in a book written and illustrated by Chris Van Allsburg, the story arguably achieved critical mass when it was adapted into the still-very-popular 2004 animated film. The movie was directed by Robert Zemeckis, and starred Tom Hanks in multiple roles. Both are still considered staples of the Yuletide season. Both the film and the book have the same premise: the main character is a Boy who is whisked away by the titular magic train, which transports a group of children to the North Pole. It’s revealed that one of these children will have the honor of being given the First Gift of Christmas by Santa Claus himself that year. It’s a tale of belief and faith, both in oneself and in things beyond our ken. The book is well-known for its remarkable illustrative artistry, and the movie mostly lives up to it. Ever since the film came out, at least, it’s become quite popular around Christmas time for heritage railways around the world to have Polar Express outings, dressing up their engines and coaches to resemble the titular locomotive and its train. I’ve never gone on one of these trips, but even at my age, I’d still very much like to if I ever get a chance. The idea of this enchanted engine, racing through snow and mist to a place only children can understand, remains as powerful as it is entrancing. I dare say Christmas would not be Christmas without some version of the Polar Express.

2. The Hogwarts Express, from Harry Potter.

On the note of the idea of a magical, secret train that carries one off to a land of mystical wonderment…if one such express line can beat the Polar Express on that front, it would have to be the Hogwarts Express. Hidden away at the exclusive, disguised-by-magic Platform Nine-and-Three-Quarters, and painted in vivid crimson livery, this passenger line is every aspiring wizard or witch’s dream come true. While the train, itself, seems fairly ordinary, many of the most memorable scenes in the Harry Potter stories take place aboard or around the engine and its carriages: from Harry’s first encounters with Ron and Hermione, to a flying car chase scene, to the first appearance of the Dementors, and more, many fans of the films and the novels alike well-remember the mystery and awe of the Hogwarts Express, both inside and out. In the films, the locomotive was portrayed by Olton Hall, a stately engine originally made in service to the famous Great Western Railway. It is currently preserved and on static display in London. Famously, the train was recreated into a full-scale, functioning electric line for Universal Orlando, where it acts as both a mode of transport and its own attraction. The Hogwarts Express there carries guests between the Islands of Adventure and Universal Studios Florida, with a special show inside the engine that makes it seem like you really are riding the rails between Hogwarts and Hogsmeade. Having gone on the ride myself, I can safely say it is an experience even casual fans of the Harry Potter fans should enjoy at least once in a lifetime.

1. Thomas the Tank Engine & Friends.

How many of us first became fascinated with railways, and especially steam trains, thanks to Thomas and his friends? I know I certainly did. Before things like Batman or Alice in Wonderland, “Thomas & Friends” was my first childhood obsession. I collected toys like crazy, gobbled up the VHS tapes (yeah, remember those?), and even read a number of books, including the original “Railway Series” books the TV show was based on (written by the late, great Reverend W. Awdry.) The TV show got started in the UK during the 1980s, and is still being produced and aired to this day. Naturally, over time, it has undergone some changes: originally, the series was produced using animated model trains. Then it transitioned to CGI for a spell…currently, the show has been completely retooled into the series “All Engines Go!” with 2D animation. Everyone who knows about the Island of Sodor has a favorite incarnation, and has grown up with a different era of Thomas…not to mention its characters. From cheeky Thomas himself, to his best friend Percy the Small Engine, to the vain and flashy James the Red Engine, to the villainous Devious Diesel, and so many more. All of them have fun personalities and different quirks that have stood the test of time, one way or another. For me, it’s the original Awdry books and the first six or seven seasons of the TV show that I will always hold fondest in my heart, but I can see the value in other renditions. What’s great about the show is that, aside from its whimsical and fantastical elements that can appeal to children, there’s also a lot of great lore and even connections to real life railways that adults can find interesting; it appeals, in its best versions, to all ages. For me, it’s a nostalgic piece of my soul: anytime I think of Thomas, or revisit the old stories or episodes, I’m brought back to a simpler, more comfortable time, in a way nothing else can manage. For that, and for being the main reason I love trains in the first place, Thomas and all of his friends on Sodor have most definitely earned their place as my number one spot on this countdown.

HONORABLE MENTIONS INCLUDE…

Choo Choo Charles. (This monster counts. :P )

The Bioquimek Train, from Castlevania: Lords of Shadow II. (A personal, more obscure favorite train from a video game.)

The Wonderland Railway, from Alice in Wonderland (1985 Miniseries). (Pictured at top.)

Starlight Express. (Wasn’t sure if this stage show should count on the main list, but it’s worth at least an Honorable Mention.)

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[shihalyfie]

I've watched Appmon thanks to your recommendation and it was amazing! Eri, Astra and Rei were my favorites :) But after looking at past discussions online about the episodes, I've noticed so many people had a problem with its 'filler' (which i think didn't feel like filler at all), much more than any other series in the franchise (besides ghost game, probably) Why do you think this is so? Is it something in the context of its original airing's run?

First of all, congrats on finishing Appmon! I'm so glad my recommendation could get someone else to enjoy it!

Well, I'm going to be honest: I think the prejudice against Appmon having "filler" is, quite simply, a double standard. Savers actually gets this as well in regards to its first eleven episodes (it's just that since it's a fast-paced narrative after that, it's hard to make any accusations of it having "filler" after that no matter how prejudiced you are). But if you look at Adventure through Frontier, there are a lot of episodes that don't advance the plot much. Most Frontier fans agree that the hamburger episode is one of the finest episodes in the franchise despite it technically also being one of these. In fact, if you actually sit down to think about Tamers and ignore the cult that constantly insists it's incapable of having anything wrong with it, its beginning is extremely slow and there are a bunch of early episodes that don't actually advance much of anything "plot"-wise. Adventure through Frontier will automatically get a lot of passes for things that later series won't just because they have the My Childhood Nostalgia™ pass attached to them.

(I do think Appmon episode 26 is entirely skippable, but that's purely because it's a recap episode made to accommodate a timeslot change and any newcomers jumping on at that time, which obviously isn't relevant for people watching it now.)

That being said, I actually despise the word "filler" the way it's used now. The word was supposed to be used in the context of anime adaptations, especially adaptations of manga or video games; anything that was original to the anime and wasn't from its original source material is "filler" (because just sticking to the original material only won't fill enough episodes). Filler in that context was never supposed to inherently be a bad thing, it just was more often than not in practice because it was too obvious the original story wasn't made for it, and it can't advance much character or plot status quo because otherwise it'll derail it from the originally intended storyline, so it usually would end up being kind of boring. But that wasn't always the case, and I've definitely met a lot of One Piece and Dragon Ball fans who have said that some of its filler episodes are its best ones because they have interesting ideas or do interesting things with the characters even despite being so limited in what they could do.

But nowadays, people just use the word "filler" to mean "an episode I don't like" or "an episode I think is boring" -- very subjective. And even when they aren't trying to be condescending about it, they still use that word to apply to "any episode that doesn't 'advance the plot'" completely ignoring the fact that "not advancing the plot" can still have fascinating character studies or interesting ideas, oftentimes even moreso than series that don't. I've seen anime that are entirely minimal-plot that have interesting character studies and/or are episodic. Hell, I don't know many people who watched Digimon Adventure for its totally riveting plot of (checks notes) some isekai where they defeat some bosses who want to take over the world...like, how many people actually watched early Digimon because the "plot" was oh so spectacular?

I do think there's room to criticize Appmon's early pacing (in that it's kind of hard to tell where exactly they're going with the plot in the first handful of episodes, and I honestly wonder if it should have taken so long to introduce Eri and Astra), and frankly I would actually apply those criticisms to Adventure, Tamers, and Savers too -- in fact, I've had very little success introducing new fans to Adventure because it takes almost half the series to feel like it's going anywhere, and it makes it easy to get bored and drop it. But if the problem is pacing, I wish people would actually say it that way instead of saying something is "filler" and therefore useless and unnecessary just because it focuses more on characters than background plot intrigue.

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[aguamarinee]

SUMMER FEELS

➪ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Yuma × reader

➪ 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff, drabble

➪ 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭: —

➪ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 1k (technically, it is still a drabble to me, lol.)

A splash of water here and there.

Sometimes feels cold, sometimes feels warm.

Depends on the event of day and temperature.

Light, but intoxicating smells of beverages, sweet taste of a colorful alcoholic poison, alias cocktail.

Narcotic fantasies and unspoken wishes spinning in everyone's head, uncalled for.

The clinking of ice in every cup, like the most precise measurement of time, reflects the near future and the end of the world at the same time, at some point.

The melting of every single thing in the scorching dance of the Sun throughout the bright day, on top of the sky.

Lighting up a grim face and house, even for the night... Or just playing by fairy lights, delicateness at its finest.

In a weekend house by a pond, or a fine beach house by the shore, either way; endless possibilities.

This is summer.

This has always been the meaning of summer for you.

The pure enjoyment of warm weather, freedom, and the company of others.

...And that one summer crush.

Strictly only in summer, and never again.

Never seen before, never seen again.

A person who's a lover for three months under Cupid's guidance, heart eyes everywhere you look, and the sheer color of the pink veil before your irises, the permanent rose-colored glasses, forever prettier than the low setting of the Sun.

But only for three months.

They say three is a magical number, used a lot in fantasy books, but even in the Bible.

And it is; you believed in the mightiness of this number, never doubted it for a second.

It can't be too much, and can never be too little.

Perfect balance and place for opportunities.

...This summer; three months with friends by the shore, bathing for endless nights on the beach, Cupid's stupid arrow hanging by a thread on your head while giving desperate lovesick glances even to the dirt under your feet.

How will the three months pass in a bliss?

You wanted no abyss.

Just a simple crush and a kiss.

Okay, maybe more than just one kiss.

But is it really too much to ask for a summer crush? Hello, Cupid?

It was almost July by now, you long gave up on a three-month affair, but two months would be still nice, or just one and a half...

Are even one and a half months' worth of affection too much to ask, in this glorious summer heat?

Doesn't it make it better?

"Hey, Yuma!" A sudden shout startled you while lounging on a sunbed. "Bet you can't catch this!" Then a cynical laugh was sent towards the same guy probably.

As you found the source of the voices, not that far away, you saw the boy with the snaggletooth trying to catch up to a taller one, running in the sand barefoot.

"Yo, EJ, nice one!" Laughed loudly another, almost as tall as Euijoo.

You never understood his nickname, it felt weird to call him EJ, especially coming from you as a childhood friend, but as time went by, of course, both of you changed.

He didn't like Euijoo anymore — even if that was his birthname —, but you had the only privilege of calling him by that sometimes to annoy the skyscraper-sized Korean boy.

You knew his friends briefly, who were invited to this outing just like you, but other than their names they were quite the mystery.

They were boys, they bickered and playfully fought a lot, which you only witnessed from afar but it seemed like Euijoo truly adored them.

Sometimes watching them like this you couldn't help but wonder about each of them, one-on-one; their personalities, habits, and backgrounds.

It always amazed you how time flies and people change, just like how it made you feel a certain crippling nostalgia inside.

You wouldn't call it sadness, it was never sadness, just a harsh thought about how everything was different back then.

"Hey, give... it.. back!" The guy with the snaggletooth shouted and his voice had an angry undertone to it, it almost sounded like a growl.

Yuma, was it?

He chased his taller friends unwaveringly, their naked feet were in the water now, and small and peaceful waves welcomed their presence.

It seemed they stole a baseball cap from him, which he probably treasured for unknown reasons and they made him run for it, rather competitively.

He was starting to catch up to the other taller guy, his hands stretched and were about to hold him down when the tall one suddenly threw away the cap.

His range was good, the cap landed pretty far, and almost got washed away by the ocean.

"Go to hell!" Yuma pushed him away harshly, but then it seemed like he got another idea and he brought him down to the shallow water.

Now he was angry, no doubt.

He stomped towards EJ the same and pushed him into the water quite aggressively, to make him land on his back with a thud.

Then he ran into the ocean, the salty liquid almost hit his hips because his cap drifted so far away.

He picked it up, brushed it off, and shook it a bit so the excess water comes out from the crevices, then hanging his head and taking big breaths to calm himself he made his way out of the sparkling ocean.

You don't know when did you stand up, dropped everything to run into the house for a big towel, but when you realized, Yuma was in front of you, drenched from the hips down and also swiping his wet hair back.

He was gazing at you with an unreadable, but mesmerized expression.

"I thought you might need it." You said and taking one big step closer, you gently put the towel on the boy's head.

He remained unfazed while you helped him and only when you took a step back and made eye contact again, only then he gave you a silly smile.

It wasn't particularly hot that day, despite being the middle of summer, and the weather wasn't that nice, the clouds constantly blocked the clear blue sky, but you felt the best this day, ever since the beginning.

This is where summer truly started.

➪ 𝐀/𝐍.: I thought I won't make separate headers for my drabbles, because they're just the shortest scenarios with almost no plot, or just the main attraction of the plot. I type these out in one sitting and just glide over them, for any form of typos. But I like their way of being carefree and just a quick read, like a fresh blow of wind so I'll leave them like this ha-ha!

➪ 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 【𝐌 𝐀 𝐒 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 𝐋 𝐈 𝐒 𝐓】 !

#&team #&team fanfic #&team scenarios #&team x reader #andteam #nakakita yuma #&team yuma #andteam yuma #Spotify

[modernmanblues]

as i look back on the last 29 years of my life and enjoy these last few hours of this wonderful and beautiful decade of my life, i can tell you that life hasn’t always been easy for me (for anyone, really). i’ve been through many struggles in my life—through childhood, adolescence, early adulthood and i can honestly say i continue to struggle to this day, but life is so so much better now, i’m managing. life is good at the moment. but one thing that surprises me to this day is that, despite all these struggles, i’ve emerged as this strong, resilient young woman time and time again and that’s something i take pride in.

i remember starting this blog when i was just a wee little teenager who couldn’t shut up about The Beatles, and i still am very much a Beatles fan by trade and adore them just as much as i did back then, but i’ve developed new interests over the years. believe it or not, i fell off the classic rock bandwagon for a few years as my way of trying to “grow out of being a Beatlemaniac” and that was such a silly thing to do because this only paved way for an even more extreme obsession with The Beatles and worse- newer fixations.

and this is exactly what happened- early 2021, my interest for classic rock bands was reignited the moment i watched America’s Musikladen concert in its entirety. i fell in love with Gerry Beckley, and i said to myself “this is silly. why am i obsessing of a now 60something almost 70 year old musician who doesn’t even know i exist?! i’m too old for this shit.” but i was wrong, in fact i came to the realisation that there’s nothing wrong with obsessing over your favourite musicians at any age. as a matter of fact, i’ve met some OG America, Beatles and Chicago fans that still put posters up on their wall and do other things they used to do when they were younger to show their appreciation for their favourite musicians. i really do believe that’s a healthy thing to do. as my mum always says “if it makes you happy, i say go for it.”

just last year, i entered a territory that i didn’t think would ever happen again- falling in love and i mean really fall in love with another band. i am of course referring to the remarkable, one-of-a-kind group called 10cc! i went through this once with The Beatles, and i legitimately thought that whole “obsessing over bands” ship sailed for me years ago. but i was wrong yet again- what started as some guilty pleasure listening turned into a full blown obsession and hyperfixation. but quite frankly i’m glad i got into them as an adult as i do not believe i would’ve appreciated them as much when i was younger. i’ve said this before and i will say it again- they are what The Beatles were to me as a teenager- if that provides any insight to the magnitude in which i admire/adore/love this group. 10cc’s fan base is, unfortunately, virtually nonexistent and perhaps only a very small percentage of the world’s population actually knows they even exist. but i love them- it’s as simple as that- they’re not the perfect band, and not a single band in this world is, but if i could pick any band to harp about for the rest of my life, i would pick them.

i apologise that i’ve gone on a rather long tangent here but i’m so very glad that i made the decision to hop back on this blog. it’s nostalgia at its finest. i’m also glad i decided to get back on the classic rock bandwagon a few years ago- it simply shows that i may never get over my love and admiration for older bands/musicians and as well, older films or anything vintage really.

but take this as my way of saying thank you. in my own little way, i hope i have instilled joy in your hearts especially for those of you i’ve interacted with. after all, we all are here for relatively the same reason- to drool over our favourite hot shot rockstars/actors/what have you.

you’ve made me realise that you’re never too old or too young to obsess over people like The Monkees or The Beach Boys. and you know, that really is such a beautiful thing.

much love to all of you 🫶🏻💕

#personal #reflections of a 29 year old fangirl #29 going on 30 but mentally 18 #a proper face reveal bc eh what the hell right? #here’s to another beautiful decade full of joy happiness and hopefully more amazing adventures around the world #i ain’t settling down just yet..bc we all know i’ve already kinda settle down with a lovely man named Eric Stewart so there’s that 😁

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

Dasey + Some Things Never Change

#give me all the parallels #nostalgia at its finest #my childhood #i love them your honor #faves #some things never change #the glow up is amazing #i want more #gifset #gifs #gif #life with derek #life with luca #dasey #derek x casey #casey x derek #derek venturi #casey macdonald #love #michael seater #ashley leggat

[gogogobarry]

@distortsverity sent:  “ . . . hey barry. who would you say deserves the stars? ” her left arm’s stretched out above her — a finger tracing tiny circles around sirius, the brightest light in the moonless night sky ( of course hikari’s drawn to it. she likes to pretend she can grasp it, sometimes ). just had to break the silence with an inane question, didn’t she?“ strange thing to ask outta nowhere, i know. ” an airy laugh. “ so i’ll go first. whoever reaches out the farthest for them and keeps reaching out, no matter how badly their arms ache. ” her arm’s growing tired, but she continues tracing circles. sirius will be hers, one day. 

Verity is especially calm tonight--the lake lies smooth and motionless like a watery mirror, its glassy surface reflecting the sprawling expanse of celestial bodies looming overhead. Barry and Hikari are both present as expected, both lying side by side on the cool, familiar grass. Despite their increasingly busy schedules and diverging responsibilities, they wouldn’t, couldn’t bring themselves to miss out on a moment like this. It’s as if Dialga is watching over them, slowing time’s passage just enough to allow them to experience another moment of refreshing nostalgia, another childhood tradition proudly upheld. Perhaps Palkia is here too, showcasing the best that space has to offer--a beautiful canvas generously sprinkled with faraway galaxy glitter.

Barry sighs softly, a rare feeling of relaxation flooding through his veins as he laces his fingers behind his head and looks skyward with those wide, curious eyes of hazel. Stargazing with Hikari just feels so comfortable, so right.

For once, he doesn’t want to go anywhere.

Who would you say deserves the stars? Hikari’s innocuous question breaks through the sleepy reverie, but Barry doesn’t give her a hard time--Verity’s late night atmosphere often transforms both of them into Sinnoh’s finest philosophers. So instead, he listens with a bemused smile, brow knitting in thought as his attentive gaze follows Hikari’s tracing finger upwards...directly towards Sirius, still the only star that he can locate and name by memory. The Dog Star glimmers with a ultra-bright fervor tonight, shining defiantly against its inky, moonless backdrop.

"Um, hm...” Barry hums after a moment of thoughtful silence. “Well...” Such a deep question deserves an equally deep response...

You deserve the stars is what he wants to say right away, but--for some reason--his cheeks flush pink and the cheesy declaration dies on his lips. He had watched Hikari go through so much on their eventful first journey together, had watched as she felled Galactic, survived the exploration of an unknowable void, and finally penned her own storybook conclusion by becoming Sinnoh’s undisputed champion. Hell, Hikari could probably reach up from her perch on the region’s veritable summit at any time and touch the stars already. And, as far as Barry’s concerned, his best friend has earned every right to do so.

I deserve the stars is his next thought, almost transitioning into his boastful routine instead...but deep down, he knows that he’d just be lying to himself. Barry still remembers how lost he felt after his painful Lake Acuity defeat to Jupiter, how helpless everything seemed while he struggled in front of the Distortion World entrance just weeks later, Sinnohan officials holding him back before he did something even more reckless. No, even though he had grown up fast--maybe too fast, as they all did back then--he still doesn’t feel ready to make such a bold claim, even as a joke. Not yet.

“...That’s not enough.”

Barry’s blurted words suddenly tumble out of his mouth, accidentally released from his swirling stream of consciousness, and the blond scrambles to elaborate. So much for a deep response.

“...I mean, I think you’re right, Hika...determination is great and all and whoever gets there is most deserving, but just wanting something all by your lonesome isn’t enough.” He turns towards her with a cheeky grin. “You taught me that. Right here where it all began, in Pastoria, in Canalave, at the freaking Pokemon League entrance, and probably a billion gajillion other times. You taught me the same lesson over and over: no matter how badly I wanted to beat you, none of that mattered unless I actually put in some serious work towards that goal, and I couldn’t do it all by myself. Yours and Luc’s support, my ‘mons, even the Teach--everybody helped power me up to where I am now. It’d take a team effort to reach the stars too, I think.”

Barry pauses in the middle of his semi-cathartic ramble to laugh at himself. What is he even saying right now? Does any of this make sense? He glances over at Hikari to gauge her reaction and notices her outstretched finger beginning to tremble as it stubbornly traces the sky. Without thinking, he reaches over and gently supports her aching arm, helping his best friend steady her aim towards Sirius once again. 

“I know I probably sound like one of those old space race ads on TV, and I know it probably doesn’t answer your question, but the idea of someone reaching out so hard for the stars all by themselves is kind of a sad picture, y’know? At least for me. I mean, you could reach so much further with just a little help, right? And there’s totally enough stars to share, if you make it together.”

“...That’s just how I think of it, I guess,” Barry concludes with a sheepish sigh of finality, giving Hikari’s upper arm one last comforting squeeze before flopping back on the grass, a contented expression on his face as he takes in the spatial scenery once again. 

“Hey, when I reach the stars someday, I’ll reserve Sirius for ya,” he declares with another grin. “I want dibs on both Dippers though. And maybe some other cool constellations, if I can just remember what Teach called ‘em...”

#distortsverity #(these two are SO good) #(i havent written barry in a minute so please excuse the dust...but i saw this and i HAD to reply LMAO) #(you and hika just bring his muse roaring back!! and dear god i got carried away this time) #(hope you like philosopher barry!! its the least i can do after your sinnoh food!)

[wallofmoth]

Silly Game Time: Would you rather spend the day at an art museum or a history museum or a science museum? Ever been to one that really impressed you?

Science!! OMSI is childhood nostalgia at its finest.

[gamesst1]

Unveiling London's Hidden Gem: Retro Game Store Treasures

In the bustling heart of London lies a treasure trove for gaming aficionados and nostalgia seekers alike. Tucked away amidst the vibrant streets and historic landmarks is a haven where the echoes of classic gaming reverberate through time. Welcome to the enchanting realm of retro gaming at its finest – welcome to Retro Game Store London.

Discovering the Charms of Retro Gaming

For those who find solace in the pixelated landscapes of yesteryears, Retro Game Store London is a pilgrimage site. Here, gaming enthusiasts can embark on a journey through gaming history, reliving the glory days of consoles and cartridges. From the iconic Nintendo Entertainment System (NES) to the beloved Sega Genesis, every corner of this establishment exudes nostalgia and charm.

A Cornucopia of Gaming Delights

Step inside Retro Game Store London, and you'll find yourself immersed in a kaleidoscope of gaming delights. Shelves adorned with classic titles beckon visitors to explore and rediscover timeless favorites. Whether you're on the hunt for a rare gem to add to your collection or simply yearning to revisit a cherished childhood game, the store offers an extensive selection that caters to every gaming whim.

A Sanctuary for Retro Enthusiasts

What sets Retro Game Store London apart is not just its impressive inventory but also its unwavering commitment to fostering a sense of community among retro gaming enthusiasts. The store serves as a meeting ground where like-minded individuals can share their passion for gaming, swap stories of epic quests and high scores, and forge lasting friendships bound by a love for all things retro.

Embracing the Future of Retro Gaming

While Retro Game Store London pays homage to gaming's illustrious past, it also embraces the evolving landscape of retro gaming in the digital age. In addition to classic cartridges and consoles, the store offers a curated selection of modern adaptations and reimaginations of retro classics, ensuring that both seasoned veterans and newcomers alike can partake in the timeless appeal of retro gaming.

Visit Retro Game Store London Today

Whether you're a seasoned collector, a casual gamer, or simply someone who appreciates the magic of retro gaming, Retro Game Store London invites you to embark on a journey through gaming history like no other. With its diverse selection, welcoming atmosphere, and unwavering dedication to all things retro, this hidden gem in the heart of London is a must-visit destination for gaming enthusiasts of all ages.

So why wait? Plan your visit to Retro Game Store London today and indulge in the nostalgia-filled delights that await. After all, in this digital age, sometimes the greatest adventures are found in the pixels of the past.

Visit Retro Game Store London to start your retro gaming journey today!

[tumbleerrew]

Embrace Timeless Style: Introducing Brave Little Lamb's Collection for Babies

Introduction:

Welcome to Brave Little Lamb, where timeless style meets exceptional quality for your little ones. Founded in June 2022, our mission is simple: to provide a diverse range of baby clothing and accessories that stand the test of time. From cozy knitwear to unique outfits, each item in our collection is carefully crafted with durability and style in mind. Join us as we explore the world of Brave Little Lamb and discover the perfect gifts for newborns and beyond.

Crafting Quality, One Stitch at a Time

At Brave Little Lamb, quality is our top priority. We believe that every piece of clothing should be made to last, which is why we take great care in selecting the finest materials and craftsmanship for our products. From soft, breathable fabrics to meticulous attention to detail, each item is designed to withstand the wear and tear of childhood while maintaining its impeccable style.

Beyond Trends: The Timelessness of Baby Knitwear

In a world dominated by fast fashion, Brave Little Lamb takes a different approach. We celebrate the beauty of timeless style, offering a range of baby knitwear that exudes charm and elegance. From classic cardigans to cozy blankets, our knitwear collection is designed to evoke a sense of nostalgia while remaining effortlessly chic. Whether you're dressing your little one for a special occasion or a cozy day at home, our knitwear pieces are sure to become cherished heirlooms for years to come.

Uniquely Yours: One-of-a-Kind Outfits for Every Occasion

At Brave Little Lamb, we understand that every baby is unique, which is why we offer a curated selection of one-of-a-kind outfits that reflect your child's individuality. From playful prints to charming details, each piece in our collection is designed to make a statement. Whether you're searching for the perfect outfit for a family photo shoot or a special occasion, Brave Little Lamb has you covered.

A Gift to Last a Lifetime

Looking for the perfect gift for a newborn? Look no further than Brave Little Lamb. Our collection of baby clothing and accessories makes for thoughtful and timeless gifts that will be cherished for years to come. Whether you're welcoming a new addition to the family or celebrating a milestone moment, our carefully curated selection ensures that every gift is as special as the little one receiving it.

Conclusion: At Brave Little Lamb, we believe that style should be timeless, quality should be uncompromising, and every baby deserves to be dressed in the very best. Join us in our mission to embrace the beauty of childhood with our collection of baby knitwear and one-of-a-kind outfits. From cozy cardigans to charming rompers, Brave Little Lamb has everything you need to make lasting memories with your little ones.

[shilpipathak530]

Disney+ Delights: Crafting the Perfect Watchlist

In the ever-evolving world of streaming platforms, Disney+ has emerged as a frontrunner, enchanting audiences with its vast library of timeless classics, blockbuster hits, and exclusive content. Crafting the perfect watchlist on Disney+ is an art, combining nostalgia, entertainment, and discovery. In this comprehensive guide, we will explore the diverse offerings of Disney+ and provide a roadmap for curating the ultimate watchlist that caters to all tastes and preferences.

1. Journey into Nostalgia: Disney Classics Reimagined

Rediscovering the Magic

The foundation of any Disney+ watchlist lies in the timeless classics that have shaped the childhoods of generations. From the enchanting fairy tales of Cinderella to the unforgettable adventures of Peter Pan, this section explores how to curate a nostalgic journey through the Disney classics and introduces the new generation to the magic that started it all.

Animated Masterpieces: A Walk Down Memory Lane

Dive deep into the heartwarming stories, iconic characters, and groundbreaking animation that define the Disney classics. From Snow White to The Little Mermaid, we'll guide you through the must-watch animated masterpieces that have stood the test of time.

2. Pixar Perfect: Animation for All Ages

Beyond Animation: Pixar's Creative Brilliance

Pixar has redefined animated storytelling, captivating audiences of all ages with emotionally resonant tales and groundbreaking animation. This section explores the Pixar collection on Disney+, showcasing the diverse range of films that appeal to both children and adults. From the heartwarming Up to the imaginative worlds of Toy Story, embark on a journey through the Pixar universe.

Unveiling Hidden Gems

While everyone knows about the blockbuster hits, Pixar's repertoire also includes hidden gems that might have slipped under the radar. Discover the lesser-known treasures within the Pixar collection, adding depth and variety to your Disney+ watchlist.

3. Marvel Cinematic Universe: Superhero Spectacle

Marvel Mania: A Chronological Marvel Cinematic Universe Watchlist

For superhero enthusiasts, Disney+ is a treasure trove of Marvel content. This section provides a comprehensive guide to crafting a Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU) watchlist, ensuring that you experience the epic saga in chronological order. From Iron Man's debut to the cosmic battles of the Avengers, immerse yourself in the superhero spectacle that has taken the world by storm.

Beyond the Blockbusters: Marvel Series and Spin-Offs

Explore the expanding Marvel universe on Disney+ with original series like WandaVision, Loki, and The Falcon and The Winter Soldier. Learn how to integrate these series into your watchlist, adding depth and context to the overarching Marvel narrative.

4. Galactic Adventures: The Star Wars Saga

A Galaxy Far, Far Away: The Complete Star Wars Experience

No Disney+ watchlist is complete without a journey into the Star Wars galaxy. This section outlines a comprehensive guide to experiencing the entire Star Wars saga on Disney+, from the original trilogy to the latest installments. Whether you're a Jedi Knight or a Padawan, this guide ensures you navigate the Star Wars universe seamlessly.

Beyond Skywalker: Exploring Star Wars Series and Spin-Offs

Delve into the expanding Star Wars universe with Disney+'s original series like The Mandalorian and The Book of Boba Fett. Uncover the hidden gems and essential series that enhance your understanding of the Force and the galaxy far, far away.

5. National Geographic: Explore the World from Your Couch

Educational Entertainment: National Geographic's Finest

Disney+ isn't just about fictional storytelling; it's also a gateway to the real world through National Geographic. This section explores the captivating documentaries and educational content available on Disney+, allowing you to embark on a journey of discovery from the comfort of your living room.

Nature, History, and Science: A Well-Rounded Watchlist

Craft a watchlist that combines the best of National Geographic's nature documentaries, historical explorations, and scientific revelations. From breathtaking wildlife footage to unraveling ancient mysteries, Disney+ provides a diverse range of educational content for the curious minds.

6. Musical Extravaganza: Disney+ Originals and Broadway Hits

Sing-Along Spectacle: Disney+ Original Musicals

Celebrate the joy of music and dance with Disney+'s original musical content. This section explores the musical extravaganzas available on the platform, from High School Musical: The Musical: The Series to exclusive access to Broadway hits. Learn how to incorporate these toe-tapping delights into your watchlist for a tuneful experience.

Broadway on Demand: Capturing the Magic of Live Performances

For theater enthusiasts, Disney+ offers a unique opportunity to enjoy Broadway performances from the comfort of home. Discover how to create a watchlist that includes recorded Broadway shows, bringing the magic of the stage directly to your screen.

7. Hidden Gems: Overlooked and Underrated

Unearthing Forgotten Treasures

Beyond the blockbuster hits, Disney+ is a treasure trove of hidden gems that often go unnoticed. This section guides you through the overlooked classics, underrated animated films, and hidden series that deserve a spot on your watchlist. Rediscover the joy of stumbling upon hidden treasures that surprise and delight.

Variety in Diversity: A Watchlist with a Twist

Create a watchlist that goes beyond the mainstream, incorporating diverse and unique content that showcases the breadth of Disney's storytelling. From international animations to niche documentaries, explore the variety that Disney+ has to offer.

8. Exclusive Premieres: The Latest and Greatest

Staying Ahead of the Curve

Disney+ continues to stay at the forefront of entertainment with exclusive premieres and new releases. In this section, we explore the latest additions to the platform, from upcoming Marvel series to highly anticipated Star Wars projects. Craft a watchlist that keeps you on the cutting edge of the entertainment world.

Exclusive Content: A Disney+ Watchlist Must-Have

Discover the significance of including exclusive premieres in your watchlist and how these releases contribute to the evolving landscape of Disney+.

9. Interactive Magic: Disney+ Begin

Seamless Streaming: Navigating Disney+ with Ease

As we embark on the journey of crafting the perfect Disney+ watchlist, it's essential to understand the user-friendly features that enhance the streaming experience. This section introduces Disney+ Begin, the gateway to your cinematic adventure. Learn how to use this feature to create a personalized watchlist, explore recommendations, and tailor your Disney+ experience to your preferences.

The Click of a Button: Initiating Your Disney+ Adventure

With Disney+ Begin, the magic begins with a click. This subsection provides a step-by-step guide to starting your Disney+ adventure, ensuring that you make the most of the platform's intuitive interface.

Conclusion

Crafting the perfect Disney+ watchlist is an art that combines the magic of nostalgia, the thrill of discovery, and the joy of entertainment. Whether you're reliving the classics, exploring new worlds, or staying up-to-date with the latest releases, Disney+ offers a cinematic journey like no other. So, grab your remote, visit disneyplus.com/begin, and let the enchanting world of Disney+ delight your senses with a watchlist tailored to your preferences.

[percyjacksonscookies]

I think I figured out a piece of why adulthood feels so differently at this point in history

its cause you can recreate your childhood more easily

like, I've been watching old nickelodeon shows (like el tigre, which is one of the finest pieces of cartoons out there and we can fight about this, bring your boxing gloves) and even though now I dont want to run around outside and play on trampolines for hours (would if I could, anyone have a trampoline I can play on in Texas??) I can sit down and enjoy a piece of my childhood from the comfort of my couch

but people in times before social media/ media that you can rewatch (streaming services, dvds, vhs, etc) just had to watch their childhood leave them with fewer ways to recreate the things that made them happy as children

its so funny and stupid how capitalism works

like

theres always sooooo much nostalgia bait and its because childhood is the only time really when (hopefully) your feelings and needs matter the most

but then you start going to elementary school and ur taught that none of that matters when actually it really really does

I cant wait to live to see change

to live to see when people's thoughts and feelings matter just as much as when they were children

ive been living that way, and Jesus christ I have never been happier and more fulfilled than I am now

pls be nice to yourself

self care is a radical act of revolution

because you need to be alive to hope for that change, to maybe be a part of the change, and to live to see it

I truly truly TRULY think we will live to see a world that is built for human happiness and opportunity!!!!!

WE CAN DO IT DUDES

#hehe i am thinking thots #my schtuff

[happeninghippo]

Floral Fantasy: Flower-Adorned Bags and Accessories

In a world where fashion often strives to be cutting-edge and avant-garde, there's something timeless and deeply captivating about the simple beauty of flowers. They symbolize love, purity, and the fleeting nature of life. And when these delicate blooms grace our accessories, they transform them into expressions of elegance and emotional depth. Welcome to the world of "Floral Fantasy," where we delve into the enchanting world of flower-adorned bags and accessories that speak to your heart and soul.

The Language of Flowers

Flowers have long been the language of romance and sentiment, each bloom carrying its own unique message. From the passionate red rose to the delicate purity of the lily, flowers communicate in a way that words often fall short. When designers incorporate these exquisite natural elements into bags and accessories, they're essentially weaving a story into every piece.

The Blossoming Beauty of Handbags

Imagine a handbag adorned with an intricate display of delicate blooms. As you carry it, you're not just toting your essentials; you're showcasing an artistic masterpiece. The colors and patterns of the flowers can evoke feelings of joy, nostalgia, or love. A bag with a profusion of roses might whisper tales of passion, while a bag adorned with daisies invites the simplicity and purity of childhood days.

These floral handbags aren't just accessories; they are conversations starters. They invite compliments and questions, serving as a bridge between you and the admirer, who is often enchanted by the poetic symbolism of your bag's blooms.

Elevating Your Everyday Style

The beauty of flower-adorned accessories is that they can elevate even the most ordinary outfits. Your casual jeans and T-shirt ensemble suddenly becomes a fashion statement when you sling a floral bag over your shoulder. It's as if you've brought a piece of the garden with you, radiating a natural and genuine aura of charm.

Floral prints have a magical way of making us feel connected to nature, even in the hustle and bustle of the urban jungle. When you carry a floral handbag or wear a pair of flower-embellished shoes, you're expressing your love for the world's beauty, encapsulated in these petite and powerful symbols of nature.

Bridal Blooms

For brides-to-be, floral-adorned accessories hold an especially emotional resonance. Whether it's a clutch adorned with delicate orchids or a hairpiece featuring sprigs of baby's breath, these accessories become a part of the wedding day's narrative. They are a tribute to the beauty of the moment, the love shared, and the promise of a new beginning.

Every bride wants her wedding day to be memorable, and floral accessories serve as a charming reminder of the vows exchanged in the midst of nature's grandeur. They capture the essence of love's bloom in a tangible and touchable form.

An Ever-Blooming Trend

The allure of flower-adorned bags and accessories is not limited to any season or occasion. Whether you're preparing for a summer picnic, a cozy winter date, or a vibrant spring festival, floral accessories seamlessly transition from one season to another, mirroring nature's own ever-changing beauty.

These timeless pieces are an investment in lasting beauty. Unlike many fleeting fashion trends, flowers never go out of style. The language of flowers is eternal, and so are the emotions they stir within us.

The Emotion of Giving

Floral-adorned bags and accessories also make for heartwarming gifts. Gifting someone a flower-adorned bag is like saying, "You bring joy and beauty into my life," or "May your days be filled with the grace of nature's finest."

The emotions you put into selecting such a gift, combined with the message hidden in the choice of blooms, create a touching and memorable gesture. It's an acknowledgment of the recipient's individuality and the bond you share, wrapped in a beautifully adorned package.

Conclusion: The Emotional Connection

In the world of fashion, emotions often take a backseat to style and trends. However, with floral-adorned bags and accessories, the emotional connection takes center stage. These pieces aren't just items you wear; they are a representation of your heart and soul, a manifestation of the beauty and emotions you wish to convey to the world.

So, embrace the Floral Fantasy, and let nature's elegance bloom in your wardrobe. Let the flowers be your companions, and let their timeless beauty ignite emotions in your daily life. Whether you choose to carry a bouquet of roses or daisies, remember that, in the language of flowers, each petal speaks a different emotional tone, and you get to be the author of your own floral narrative through fashion.

#Bags & Accessories #tumbler #happeninghippo