#i reblogged it from my best friend rather than the source

[itstheghostofmypast]

San's Lucky Charm

San x (f)Reader ft. Hongjooong

Summary: The five times Choi San had felt so lucky that the world around him would cease to exist.

Genre: Fluff (a tinge of angst) (simp San- i do not regret this)

Warnings: None

A/N: Choi San's got me whipped, I just can't. Please remember to show some love by 💗 and reblogs

"I'm so lucky." his mumbling caught her ear, heading snapping in his direction as she glared at him from the kitchen island, the contents of his unmade birthday cake spread out in shame. Placing his jacket and phone on the couch, he made his way to the open kitchen, trying not to look at the content displayed on the kitchen island, that would upset her even more, he knew better than to upset his lucky charm. Arms wrapped around her waist, he smiled down at her, crescents adorning his face, the apples of his cheeks radiating a soft blush, on similar to the first time she had made him feel like this. With pouted lips he mimicked whatever cute being he could imagine and mumbled out an "I’m sorry, I wanted to surprise you."

"Yeah, well you ruined my surprise, big boy."

His heart slammed against his rib cage with an intensity that scared him, fearing that she, no, the whole world could hear the way it hammered against his soul, when he laid eyes on her, when her sweet chime would ring in his ears, when he would feel her breath in his soul- it was her, it was the same experience, a form of Deja vu he would go through each time, falling in love with her all over again. It made him feel so lucky, she made him feel so lucky. There were many occasions when she made him feel as such, but there were five moments in particular that made his heart race and cheeks flush every time the memories crossed his mind.

1)The first time she had been ever so graceful to bless him with luck was when he, according to himself, needed it the most. In their pre-debut years, when he was but a country side boy experiencing life in Seoul, the bustling and busy life had begun to take a toll on his health. The late-night practices back at their studio in Gangnam weren't helping him either. He had thought of talking about this to either Hongjoong or Yunho but he knew himself well enough that he'd rather endure the pain than bring any form of discomfort to anyone else.

It was after their third practice session when he had asked to go take a five-minute breather, which, after noticing his flushed features and worn-out eyes, Hongjoong instantly agreed to with a “Take 10 instead”.

After thanking his soon-to-be Captain, he walked out into the corridor, dragging his feet across the tiles to the vending machine at the corner. This very vending machine had become his very best friend in these dire times of the night, where the mint chocolate Oreo packets were waiting for him every night. Not the healthiest snack but it is an enjoyable one nonetheless. Unfortunately, his favourite machine was not cooperating that night, spitting out that note he'd push in, whining in frustration he slammed his hand against the glass, watching everything inside shiver, but nothing else came out.

Taking a deep breath, he tried one more time, flattening the note in his palms and waving it in the air to blow away any bad luck. A pointless feat for as soon as the machine sucked in the note, it spat it back out and in return, he banged his forehead against the glass, repetitively, until he heard someone clear their throat. Twirling around he whined, "Hyuuuug, gimme a note-"

"Not Hongjoong, but you can take mine."

"What- oh" he squeaked, clearing his throat and rubbing his eyes to squint at the source, he had seen her before a few times, she was part of the temp staff, odd jobs here and there, but she was mainly here because of Hongjoong. His captain didn't have many friends, not many he trusted, but she had been one of those special few. According to Yeosang, she was as weird as Hongjoong when it came to her work, though he wasn't sure what her real role was.

"Here." moving past him she slipped her note into the machine and punched in the code, watching the biscuit fall into the tray. He was thankful he really was, and would've thanked her verbally too if he wasn't so flustered and tired. As her hand read to grab it from the tray another packet fell onto the tray as well as she chuckled, surprised but amused nonetheless. His eyes widened for a split second but softened at the sound of her little laugh, a smile gracing his lips as he felt a new sense of confidence bloom within his chest, eyes meeting her's when she faced him, holding out two packets, "Here, guess you were lucky today."

"I guess I was." he watched her walk away, somewhat saddened by the conclusion of their short encounter, yet, in his head her words twirled with passion, one that lit his heart on fire- San had always been everything, but lucky. He was smart, hardworking, and dedicated and in return his chest cavity was filled with a pure, glass heart- luck had never been in the picture. Especially not 10 minutes ago, so it was not him whose fate had finally jinxed the machine into giving him what his wee heart desired in the late hours of the night, no, it was her. She was the one who was lucky- an overreach, perhaps, but one his 16-year-old self had begun to take note of, hence, tonight he was lucky to have been graced by her presence.

2) "Need help with tha-at?" grimacing at the way his voice cracked at the end of the question, extremely unappealing, cursing his hormones. The tall, slender boy, cleared his throat, his beanie covering his forehead and eyebrows, his -Yunho's- sweater a bit too large on his frame.

"Hmm? Oh hi, Sannie- no, no I'm good." she peaked from above the two boxes she had been carrying. He was about to pester her even more, but stopped when Wooyoung slipped past him, taking a box off the other one to lighten her burden, earning a small 'Thanks'.

"Wouldn't want our fragile boy to get hurt." He winked at his friend who was now walking next to the two, almost third wheeling - dramatic as it may be, but after the machine encounter, he had come to the realisation that when it came to her, he was no less than a jester in a Shakespearean play for her, not that she had ever claimed so, but he would become one, making a fool out of himself had become his second nature. Wooyoung's statement, it was a simple joke, and an inside joke, it was true though, Yunho had once compared him to a kitten as well, claiming that his head was too big for his fragile body. Wasn't wrong though, San was on the skinnier side, but it's not like he didn't eat, he really did, but perhaps that’s how he was designed to be.

"Careful Wooyoung, he's already outgrown you in height," placing the box on Hongjoong's desk, much to his disapproval, "What are you gonna do if he bulks up too?"

San, who was sulking at the back, perked up at the suggestion, quietly taking a seat next to Seonghwa who slid him a file. Snorting out in response Wooyoung squinted at San then at her, "Nah."

"We'll see." she shrugged and handed a pen and clipboard to Hongjoong, "Sign here please, make sure to tip the delivery person."

"You gotta stop taking these odd jobs." He mumbled signing the papers, "Just ask for an increment here." handing her the papers back he rolled his eyes at the lack of attention from his friend, taking in the way her eyes were stationed upon the boy across him, studying his face as he read his own file.

"What's this?" he whispered to Seonghwa who shrugged, not even bothering to look up for him game, "Gym membership, Yeo and Jongho signed up too. Was Y/N's idea."

His head shot up at a whine, "Hongjoong, what is 0.02% tip?"

"Based on the service provided."

"EXCUSE ME?"

He watched the two argue, wanting to ask her something, but he was never going to in front of everyone, so he waited, patiently as ever, for much like how he was considerate, he was patient as well. "20℅"

"2% and no more, or I swear I'll send an anonymous complaint about you."

"I hope your food delivery gets cancelled." with that she stomped out, earning a roar of laughter from the table of his groupmates and curses from Hongjoong. Quick as a cat he pounced at the door, running behind her into the staircase, "Wait up!" he called out spontaneously, unsure of what was to be said next.

"Hmm?" she turned to him, clipboard in hand, "Yes?"

"I… I um." clearing his throat he looked around, "I- this- I mean hyung gave me this and- What I mean is, do you think I should go for it-"

"You don't have to bulk up for anyone San. Not Wooyoung, not the world", smiling at him she took the pen in his hand and wrote something on her own clipboard, "And not me." looking at him she handed it back, "Just do whatever you want, but because you want to do it."

"O-oh…" his cheeks had begun to match the colour of his red sweater, as he looked at his feet nodding. Just like last time, he watched her walk away, leaving him feeling that same thing once more, feeling lucky to know someone out there was looking out for him without any personal gain just wanting him to be happy.

That day he signed up for the gym, not for anyone but himself. That very day Hongjoong mysteriously ended up paying a 20% tip to the delivery person- "How-I swear I'll kill her."

3) The third time Choi San had been blessed by his lucky charm was his personal favourite. The World album was a success, things were going well, they were planning on a world tour, promotions and sponsorships were, and everything was great but for some reason, Choi San felt a bit out of place. Wasn't sure if it was the fatigue or the lingering thought of how he could've done even better. He had come to this realisation during the celebratory dinner, that everyone around him was having fun, drinking, eating, and letting loose. Seated between Wooyoung and Hongjoong, he had opted to not drink, knowing he was a light drinker, someone had to take care of his brothers, even if they were at the dorm, he had to make sure each one got into bed properly. While there had been no clear topic discussing his lack of effort, the group had started talking about how each member had worked themselves to their limits, Jongho and Wooyoung being the two most affected.

"Sannie held out well though." Hongjoong patted his head, "Strong boy" the drunk leader claimed before going back to talk about Wooyoung who was basking in the unfiltered attention. It wasn't like he didn't have problems as well; he had been spending an unimaginable time at the gym and then at practice, with little time left for sleeping or eating, and even though his body had begun to show signs of fatigue, he refused to take a hint. Whether he’d admit it or not, he had seen how hard everyone was working and he had no intention of burdening them even more, which is why, during their last performance of the season, when he stood there out of breath, almost on the verge of tears, he prayed to God his body wouldn’t give up on him- at least not while they were still on stage. Although berated by Hongjoong later, he was glad during the time he could help the team give a hundred percent, but apparently, for the little voice inside his head, that still wasn’t enough. It would constantly remind him of how each member had somehow outdone him, and improved more than he did, no matter how much time he’d spend at the gym, at practice, and in vocal classes, he still lagged behind.

Upon closing Wooyoung’s bedroom door, after tucking him all good, he sighed, returning to the lounge, thinking of cleaning up so they’d have less to do in the morning. They had moved into a house, which meant they were to clean up after themselves too, but at least everyone had their own rooms now. His thoughts were not going to let him sleep anytime soon, brain on overdrive, irritated by the slightest crunch of the plastic foil, or the way his glasses would slip off the bridge of his nose. It wasn’t until he was done throwing away all the Tupperware that the sound of the doorbell had his entire body jerk, a small squeak escaping his lips, like a scared cat, ears burning out embarrassment he cleared his throat and glanced at the clock. It was already past midnight, only a handful of people had their addresses and the manager had specifically told them to not bother him for the night, which is why he tip-toed to the door, pressing on the intercom and waiting for the other person to respond, since their intercom had no visual option, thanks to Mingi who had claimed that such things record and attract ghosts.

“You gonna let me in or just wait like a creep?”

It was her? The last he had heard from her was from Hongjoong, who had looked particularly annoyed that day, almost two years ago, when San was budding up the courage to confess to her, to woo her, after taking notes from Wooyoung- not a great idea but his man always had his back. So, when he had decided to go to her in her little cubicle, he was shocked to find it empty, He returned to the practice room to find Hongjoong staring at his laptop, unmoving. He had chosen to not ask about her- since his captain looked deep in thought, but his next question had caught the man off guard, “San, what do you think about Y/N?”

A simple question he had no real answer to, no, he did have an answer to it, but he wanted to see how it would play out, did perhaps Hongjoong share similar feelings as him? He had known her longer than San did, they were closer too, perhaps he was only questioning to ensure the younger one didn’t like her back. The thought process took so long that Hongjoong had begun to continue his monologue, rendering San’s response useless and untold, “She’s moving to the States, to study, apparently saved enough to afford the degree she wanted- I mean she could have gotten it here too, but when does she ever listen.” That day he had just nodded along with his sad captain, giving him a sympathetic smile every so often as he narrated about how he had met her back in school and she had told him they’d become rich one day and now he was all alone.

“Hongjoong, I will not be climbing over the gate in a skirt”, eyes widening at the static voice erupting from the intercom he cleared his throat before pressing the button, “It's open.” Was all he said before quickly turning to glance at his reflection in the closest reflective object, then smoothed down his shirt. A white tee over sweatpants was not how he wanted her to see him after two years. Pushing his glasses back up to their original position he opened the door to come face to face with his object of admiration and closeted love. She had grown, matured, and turned into a beauty he would willingly drop to his knees for, just to bask in her glow.

Her fist was about to meet the wood of the door before it opened, a certain someone coming in view, his shy eyes meeting her curious ones, a small smile gracing her lips as she casually let out a, “You’ve grown big, Sannie”, causing him to let out a nervous chuckle.

She watched him pour something in two mugs, admiring the expanse of his back, shoulders as wide as the ocean, the shirt clinging onto him for its dear life every time he’d move, he had grown taller too, and his physical presence was now a sweet contrast with his shy personality, the introverted being that he was. Turning to her with a gentle smile he placed the coffee in front of her, “Sorry about the mess,” sitting in front of her, the marble bar between the two, “Everyone went to sleep a while ago, including Hongjoong.” He claimed carefully, somehow the voice was back, telling him how she was not here for him, but his leader, perhaps wanting to surprise him, and meeting San was nothing more than a coincidence.

Resting her elbow on the counter she hummed, chin in hand, smiling at him, other hand tracing random patterns on the marble, “I had a feeling, but I didn’t come here for him, I came for you.” Her confession had him choking on his coffee, hissing at the burning sensation, as he slammed his mug down, causing her to run around to him, rubbing his back as she took the mug from him.

Clearing his throat to restore whatever shambles of his dignity he had left, he looked at her for an explanation, earning a nervous chuckle, she looked up at him, “You really have grown, I can’t believe I have to look up at you even when I’m standing and you’re sitting.”

"Don't change the subject." he cut her off, if what she had said was a joke, he didn't find it funny at all, "What do you mean by you came here to see me." His eyes bore a kind of sharpness that made her skin tingle, fingertips itching to smoothen the newly formed creases between his brows.

"I can only pin on you for so long, Sannie." a mumble escaped her, and suddenly everything but his face became more interesting.

"I don't…understand."

With a defeated sigh she shook her head, going back to her bar stool, perching herself atop it, radiating her usual bright arua as if nothing had happened. "What I meant was, I came to tell Hongjoong that I've moved back to the company" Pausing to glance up at him, making sure he was processing her words, she noticed the dark circles that had seemed to become one with his face, his tired eyes boring into hers, "I also know you almost blacked out in the last performance…. Was gonna yell at him for not noticing earlier."

Neither of the two when it had happened or when it had begun, but by the time she had finished her statement, the two were merely inches away, bodies separated by the counter but faces so close their breaths were mingling together, basking in each other's warmth. Perhaps it was he who had leaned in closer first, he was taller than her, and her entire weight was on her elbows as she tried to meet him halfway. His sharp eyes scanned her features, wondering why he hadn't mustered up the courage before she had left, the voice in his head yelling at him, warning him that if he made a move, he'd probably ruin their friendship and his dynamic with their leader.

"Why…" he whispered, his insecurities getting the better of him.

"Are you really going to make me say it, big boy?" with one final thought she leaned in closer, lips brushing against his before quickly pulling back and sitting properly.

He sat there, upper body leaning on top of the counter, looking at her with an unreadable expression, crooked glasses framed on his flushed face, staring right at her with eyes as big as a hyperactive cat's.

"Wait. Once more."

His words caught her off guard, a bubby laugh breaking past her lips as she shook her head, "No, you need to go to sleep, you're tired as hell."

Whining he moved around the counter to come to her, as she turned to face him, looking up at him expectantly, "I don't think you understand, you need to nurse me back to health."

"What?" chuckling she shoved him playfully, surprised by how she was unable to move him even an inch, blushing at the thought of what he'd feel like against her.

"You heard me, one more!" gesturing with his finger he leaned in closer only to pause when she cupped his face, squishing his cheeks, "I only kiss boys who are well rested." There it was, after two whole years, the warmth of being loved, the hug of luck, wrapping around him, silencing the tiny voice at the back of his head.

Pecking the tip of his nose, she smiled at the way his nose scrunched up in response. His fingers wrapped around her wrists gently peeling her hands off his face, never breaking eye contact even once, tilting his head he kissed the palm of her hand, before standing tall over her, her hands in his. Finally, he was having his moment, with his lucky charm, anticipating many more to come.

"You're my lucky charm." he beamed, admiring the way her eyes widened for a second before turning into crescents, her smile the biggest he'd ever seen.

"And I'm going to have so much fun with this."

The two froze at the new voice, dreading who it was, so much so that she didn't even dare turn her flushed face to face the third party interrupting their little moment. San on the other hand burst into a smile, turning to face him, still hand in hand with his lucky charm, "You're good at keeping secrets, right hyung?"

Yunho, it was always Yunho who caught them

4) The fourth time a similar feeling of lucky rode up his spine was an unexpected one, one that led him to owe Yunho another favour. Like any other day at work, San was busy going through sheets of music he was given, wondering when to practice with Jongho, considering the two were going to work out together as well. He hadn’t looked up from the sheets until someone came and sat beside him, glancing at the person who chose to sit right next to him in a room filled with empty seats, Yunho. "You talked to Y/N today?" Yunho asked, casually picking up one of the music sheets. Since that fateful night, Yunho had promised to keep their relationship a secret, though he had warned San in private, that although her relationship with Hongjoong was platonic, there was a sense of brotherly protectiveness the captain showed around her. One wrong move could unleash the beast.

"We texted in the morning, why?" placing down his sheet he turned to look at Yunho, something had to be wrong, otherwise, Yunho would never talk about their relationship at work, even at the dorm, it was more of a secret texting thing. Y/N had even made a group chat comprised with the three of them. Though it comprised Yunho and Y/N spamming the chat more than anything, San would just scroll through at night, smiling at the silly memes or banter.

"Did you notice… anything odd?" the older one asks, placing the sheet between them, "I haven't seen her around though, so I thought she didn't come by."

"No" he frowned in confusion, clearly remembering her telling him in the morning that she'd come to work and the two could have lunch, though she later cancelled it and said she had a meeting to go to, "I…is something wrong?"

"San, you gotta pick up on hints bro, or at least think like most people do." Yunho sighed, before balling up a paper and tossing it at him, landing smack on his forehead as he winced, rubbing his palm over his forehead, letting out a confused, "Did I do something?"

"No, I don't think it's you." he hummed thinking to himself, "But if you want to ever get Hongjoong's approval, you should accept the first thing about her, she’d rather keep in all her little secrets than tell anyone she’s hurting, which assume you already know."

That's all it had taken for San to bounce back on his feet and stomp out of the room, he knew, he just knew she had finally snapped, but being herself, she would have never let anyone see her during her moments of vulnerability. Fortunately for her, Choi San had always known where she'd go during those moments, a place he had stumbled upon during his trainee years, the rooftop. He had come up here once, trying to clear his head from all the commotion, when Hongjoong and Wooyoung had disagreed on something turning into a war of insults thrown back and forth, so to avoid the toxicity he had come up here, only to free by the door when he heard a sniffle. He knew he should've left, but he just had to know if he could help the person out, be better, a useful person- he couldn't though, for when he had peaked outside, he froze, eyes casting on a slouched figure sitting on the ground, hugging her knees as she stared ahead- no, that day Choi San had backed out and left her there to cry, too afraid to approach her, but not tonight.

The door slammed open causing her breath to hitch, instantly wiping her tears with the back of her hand, stood up to turn and lock eyes with the person she had been trying to avoid all day.

Within a matter of minutes, she was wrapped in his warmth, face flush against his chest, his scent enveloping her, snug and secure in his loving embrace. He stood there with her in his arms, protecting her from the chilly breeze, one hand placed on her back while the other one loving caressed her head. Placing a chaste kiss to the side of her head he whispered, "I don't know what's got you so upset, but no one gets to hurt my lucky charm."

That night the two stayed up there on the roof with the moon and stars watching over them. He was seated on the ground, with her side pressed into him, nuzzling into his neck ever so often, forcing a contented sigh out of him, arm lazily draped over her form as he began to hum a random tune.

"Won't you ask me…why I'm here?"

If he weren't literally pressed to her, her whisper would've gone deaf to his ears. Fortunately for both of them, their relationship had birthed a newly formed sense of confidence in him, which is why he would always be watching her, observing her, listening to her, from her words to the beating of her heart.

"I won't force you."

It was these words that led him to open the floodgates of her insecurities, wave after wave, poured into him, with full hopes of having the ability to swim through it all. That night she told him about how people would associate her with a gold-digger because she was friends with Hongjoong, how when she had told this to him, he had confronted the people making it worse, no one ever believed they were just best friends. It was after that she decided to move abroad for her degree, to prove everyone wrong and to make sure when she came back, she'd be respected by everyone, including San. That night she had confessed that she had been pinning on him ever since Hongjoong introduced the two, which is why when the rumours got worse, she feared he would believe they were true, resulting in the decision of her degree abroad. Even after coming back, even after finally being able to love him freely, she was labelled as the same, but what was worse was that if their relationship was ever to surface, then she would be accused of using the kind-hearted man, because San was gullible, always had been and according to many she was a witch. No one had ever seen her struggle, or noticed the number of odd jobs she had, yet, here they all stood ready to accuse her, what she feared the most was that one day, if they were able to convince him, he might accuse her of it too.

By the end of her confession, all San remembers is that he had ended up crying, pulling her closer to him, if that were even possible. He shoved her face further into his hoodie, letting her take it all out, strategically keeping his tears hidden from her. It was moments like these that had him battling his intrusive thoughts, the urge to set the cold, dark world on fire to keep his little lucky charm warm and safe. His heart swimming in the mush of feelings that he would melt into, once her words settled in, her concerns about him leaving, making him feel so valued, so important, so lucky.

5) The fifth time San had felt this innate feeling of luck consume him, was a moment he had dreaded for days before mustering up the courage to face it, one that he was so uncertain of, that if it weren't for the way their fingers were locked together and how she would gently squeeze his hand from time to time, he would've done two things; 1) Piss himself and 2) run away with his tale between his legs.

Perhaps because it was so uncalled for, so sudden that he could not prepare. Though he was never fun to be afraid of spontaneous situations unless those situations involved her. Much like any other day, everything went smoothly, everything had gone according to plan, almost everything. He had managed to ensure everyone would leave the dorm, thanks to Yunho's help, it was their 3rd month anniversary and even though she had insisted on not making a big deal out of it, San was hell-bent on making up for lost time, claiming he owed it to her.

Yunho had devised a simple plan, take everyone out for dinner and at that last moment, San could pull back with a fake tummy ache, giving him the privacy, he'd need for his little surprise for her. Simple. And for a while, he did think he would pull this off. He had managed to stay home, set up his room with candles, scattering rose petals across the room and set up the track to set the mood, all tips given by Yunho himself.

Now, he just had to wait, for he had already texted her to hurry to their dorm since he had managed to "hurt" himself. For a while, he waited patiently, until his anxiety started to kick in, especially when he realised, she had left his message on read.

He had been staring at the small coffee table, two plates neatly aligned at either side, but a purple velvet box in one. No, it wasn't anything big, he had just decided to get them something, she had once talked about couple bracelets and how she wondered why people get them. For him though, small gestures like these meant a lot, a true simp at heart. This "little gesture" was more than a mere accessory, it was a statement, of belonging to someone, of sharing a good portion of your heart with someone. To prove this, he had gotten them these, even if he couldn't wear it all the time, he'd keep it close to him, a small token representing his vast love for her.

He had been staring at the box when he heard a faint knock and the click door open. A second of panic flashed before his eyes, quickly bent down to fix the already properly placed items, turned around and rambled, "Y/N, h-hey, sorry for that message, I- I thought you weren't going to come because you're busy and…."

"Well, this seems…romantic."

"Hyung, I can explain."

What felt like an eternity later, the door slammed open and a smaller being stopped inside, the rustling of various paper bags accompanying her every stomp. Cradling the numerous bags in her arms, enough for them to block her line of sight, she reached his bed completely by muscle memory and dropped everything down on the bed, "Okay, next time you send me such a vague message I swear I'll block you" she began to pull out the contents of each bag, "I got medicine, for…everything, muscle, headache, backache, diarrhea and …constipation?" squinting at the small text she tossed the packet back on the bed and turned to see him on the sofa at the opposite end, completely focused on him and anything else in the room as she scurried to him, placing her hand on his sweaty forehead as he stared up at her silent, with eyes as wide as a cat caught at midnight.

"You're burning up- shit." pulling her hand back placed it on his dress shirt, noticing how he was wearing such a formal attire, with an ironed white dress shirt and slacks, "Sannie…do you usually dress like this when you have a fever?" she asked quickly undoing his tie, only for him to grip her wrists in the process, their eyes locked for a moment. She stared at him with confusion, only to finally notice the whirlpool of emotions swimming behind his orbs, an eerie feeling settling in the pit of her stomach, breaking eye contact he glanced sideways as if gesturing for her to look to her side.

If it weren't for how she would be transfixed on him, taking in his every gesture, reading him like her favourite book, morning, noon and night, she would've missed the little quiver of his bottom lip or the way his breathing had turned frantic and uneven. Turning her head to the side her gaze caught the reason of the current position of her boyfriend.

"Hongjoong."

"Y/N."

"How long… have you been…here?"

The man who was sitting cross-legged on the gaming chair shrugged at her before glaring at his bandmate who was now staring at the ground, somewhat afraid to make eye contact with his captain, only for her to step in front of him and block the view.

She stood there in front of him, hand on her hips, "Okay, what do you want?"

"Me?" he pointed at himself before gesturing to their surroundings, "Should I not be asking you the same thing?"

"Hyung it's not her fault- she didn't know- I…this was a surprise." he stood up, standing tall behind her, yet the fear of uncertainty painted all over his face. If Hongjoong wasn't in one of his moods, he would've found the scene to be extremely cute, with a giant man standing behind his best friend like that.

"What's with the table…" finally taking in the room she noticed the petals and the small table with silverware, a plate with a box, "Sannie, did you- wait, I didn't get you anything." she turned around frowning up at him, only for him to gaze down at her, in surprise. This was it, how she'd make it seem like no one else existed in the world but them, even at such a moment, she was more concerned about the lack of gift on her part.

"Excuse Me?! Sannie? " Hongjoong finally broke character, whining as he stood up and pointed at her, "How could you not tell me?!"

Turning her head to glance at him she snorted, "Seems to me you're the bad captain who didn't notice this" gesturing between herself and San, "has been going on for months."

"BAD CAPTAIN?" he yelled, now looking up at San, "You hid this from me too? Why? Do you think I would have disapproved, why would have I disapproved ??"

San nodded in return, not sure if he should confess, not sure if he should read out the list of insecurities and weaknesses that he held within. What if upon hearing the list he'd actually tell them to break it off, or worse, what if she leaves him?

Licking his chapped lips, he slowly nodded at Hongjoong, ready to give his little monologue, but the words caught in his throat when her fingers laced with his, he glanced at her to spot her smiling at him then turning to Hongjoong, "He didn't tell you because I told him not to, because you're a psycho."

"You know what." placing his hands on his hips he frowned at her, "I wouldn't have let my Sannie date you because you're insane!"

"YOU'RE SANNIE?"

"Well." smirking at her he glanced at San who was looking between the two who were arguing, "I did know him before you knew him."

"GET OUT!"

"This is my dorm."

"THIS IS MY BOYFRIEND'S ROOM."

"YOUR BOYFRIEND IS MY CLOSEST FRIEND AND COLLEGUE FIRST."

"I GOT US COUPLE BRACELETS" his interjection brought silence with it before Hongjoong chuckled and shook his head, walking out of the room, not after patting San's arm, leaving the two together.

Hearing the door shut he turned to her, placing his hands on her shoulders he smiled down at her, the same smile that would have her heart doing backflips, with his eyes turning into bright crescents and dimples adorning his cheeks, "Guess I can officially call you my lucky charm now, huh?"

.

"Ew, are you guys gonna do something weird now?"

Letting out a frustrated sigh, he let his hands fall off her waist, not before pecking her forehead. Turning to face the intruder with a fake smile, "Hey, hyung, what brings you here?"

"This one." he stated as a matter of fact, placing down a paper bag, "thought of making you a surprise birthday cake but forgot to get flour."

San chuckled, glancing at her who was whining and complaining, "Hongjoong for once can you not be yourself?"

"You mean be perfect?"

"Will you be staying for dinner hyung?" he stopped the two before they could begin arguing.

"I'd rather not, she'd poison my food." he snorted earning a very loud "I would have." from her, as he waved at them, making sure to lock the main door behind him, shoving the spare key back because pocket.

Alone once again, he smirked down at her, wrapping his arms around her waist, a hand grabbing a handful of her butt, squeezing it, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

In return, however, he received a kick on his shin causing him to bounce back, leaning down to rub the sore spot, "What was that for!?"

"For coming home early and giving that idiot the spare key to our apartment." she huffed walking past him and grabbing the flour, "Now go sit there like a good boy and let me bake for you."

Snorting he stood up straight, stretching his arms over his head to make him look even bigger, "My birthday was in July, you are aware of that right?"

"I know." sighing she cracked an egg, "But you were on tour and… I couldn't be with you, so I thought heck, why not just surprise you now…." grabbing another egg she stared at it, mumbling to herself as she pouted, "Guess I messed it up though…should've gotten everything earlier."

Her little sulk session was interrupted when he gently gripped her chin, turning her head to face him, tilting it up as he smiled down at her. If it weren't for his manly pride, the need of wanting to be tough and strong for her, he would've sobbed in pure joy. Little things like these, these gestures and ideas of hers always made his heart flutter, ever so caring for him, ever so present. He was glad she couldn't see through him, otherwise, she'd see how his heart had melted into a puddle of very gooey feelings, feelings for her.

"You never mess up, love" Leaning closer he brushed his lips over hers, his other hand reaching to grab hers, thumb brushing against the cool metallic bracelet she wore with pride, just like the one he'd wear when he'd feel it was safe enough to pass off as anything hut suspicious- though it never bothered her for she had told him how the thought of knowing both have one is enough for her.

"You're my lucky charm, remember?”

#wooyoung #ateez scenario #ateez imagine #ateez fluff #choi san #hongjoong #break the wall #seonghwa #mingi #yunho #jongho #fluff #x reader #x you #ateez x reader #ateez fanfic #ateez imagines #atiny #yeosang #song mingi #ateez #drabble #platonic hongjoong #atz x reader #atz imagines #choi san x reader #san x reader #san x you #san x y/n #ateez fic

[thejournallo]

Explain the basic: Shadow Work

As always, I will love to hear your thoughts! and if you have any questions, I will be more than happy to answer them! If you liked it, leave a comment or reblog (that is always appreciated!). if you are intrested in more method check the masterlist!

Desclaimer: Everything I will talk about is information that I got from books and sites online and even videos on YouTube. In my years of practice, I learned as much as I could out of curiosity and what works best for me. I suggest you do the same by learning as much as you can on your own (I will be here making posts teaching this kind of stuff) from multiple sources.

Shadow work in witchcraft refers to the practice of exploring and integrating the darker, often unconscious parts of oneself. This concept, which has roots in Jungian psychology, involves confronting and working through repressed emotions, fears, and desires that can influence behavior and spiritual well-being. For witches and those practicing modern paganism, shadow work is a means of personal growth, healing, and achieving a more balanced self.

What is Shadow Work?

Concept and Origins

The term "shadow" was popularized by Carl Jung, who described it as the unconscious part of the personality that contains repressed weaknesses, desires, and instincts. In witchcraft, shadow work involves delving into these hidden aspects to gain a deeper understanding of oneself and to heal from past traumas. (Do not take it as a substitution for a professional therapist.)

the Purpose is:

Self-Awareness: Gaining insight into one's unconscious motivations and behaviors.

Healing: Addressing and healing from past wounds and traumas.

Integration: Bringing the shadow into the conscious mind to achieve a more balanced and whole self.

How to Do Shadow Work in Witchcraft

Preparation

Safe Space: Create a physical and emotional space where you feel safe and comfortable. This can include an altar, candles, crystals, and other personal items.

Set Intentions: Clearly state your intentions for undertaking shadow work. This could be written in a journal or spoken aloud as part of a ritual.

Techniques

Journaling: Regularly write about your thoughts, feelings, and experiences. Focus on patterns, triggers, and recurring themes in your life.

Meditation: Practice meditation to quiet the mind and become more aware of your inner world. Guided meditations specifically for shadow work can be helpful.

Dream Analysis: Pay attention to your dreams and record them. Dreams can provide insight into the unconscious mind.

Tarot and Oracle Cards: Use tarot or oracle cards to explore your shadow. Specific spreads can help reveal hidden aspects of yourself.

Rituals: Perform rituals that focus on introspection and healing. These might involve candle work, invoking deities or spirits associated with transformation, and symbolic acts like burning written fears or burying objects representing old wounds.(Do not even think of doing this without the right preparation first!)

Mirror Work: Spend time looking at yourself in the mirror, speaking affirmations, and acknowledging both positive and negative aspects of yourself.

Integration and Healing

Acceptance: Acknowledge and accept all parts of yourself without judgment.

Self-Compassion: Practice self-compassion and forgiveness for past mistakes and behaviors.

Therapy: Consider professional therapy if needed, especially when dealing with deep traumas or difficult emotions.

Continual Practice

Shadow work is an ongoing process rather than a one-time task. Regularly revisit and update your practices to continue growing and healing.

Tips for Effective Shadow Work

Patience and Persistence: Shadow work can be challenging and emotional. Be patient with yourself and persistent in your efforts.

Support System: Have a support system in place, whether friends, family, or a community of like-minded individuals.

Self-Care: Engage in regular self-care activities to balance the intensity of shadow work.

Balance: Ensure you balance shadow work with other spiritual practices that uplift and energize you.

Shadow work in witchcraft is a profound journey of self-discovery and healing, leading to greater self-awareness and spiritual depth. By embracing both the light and shadow within, practitioners can achieve a more harmonious and integrated self.

#manifestation #manifesting #shifting methods #loa methods #manifestation method #spiritual development #manifesation #journal #explain the method #explained #law of manifestation #affirm and persist #law of attraction #how to manifest #loa success #witchcraft books #witchcraft #witches #witchcore #witchblr #witch community #witchy vibes #magick #witchcraft 101 #witch #pagan #witchcraft aesthetic #witchcraft community #witchcraft smp #teaching witchcraft

[helioselene]

HOW TO: WRITEBLR;

so youve migrated from writing twt to writeblr -> what now?

the following is my masterpost on the ins and outs of navigating the writeblr landscape! while it can be scary to deep-dive into the world of writing on tumblr for the first time, there are a few actions you can take to make it a lot easier to interact and share your writing.

psa: this is neither an extensive nor complete list of writeblr tips! but i hope it can help :)

INTERACTION;

interacting with others is one of the most important aspects of writeblr. im going to be splitting this section into a number of sub-sections because there are several topics relevant to creating a system of communication with other writers on here.

likes and reblogs; unlike twitter or other social media sites, likes do not hold the same weight on tumblr. as well as liking a post, the most important step you can take is to REBLOG. reblogging will share a post to your blog and thus your feed. in doing this, your followers and anyone who checks out your blog are going to see the post, rather than if you just like or comment. reblogging allows more people to interact with a post. content creators (including writers) can be motivated to continue posting when their posts are reblogged because it shows there are enough people interested in their works. the same goes for you! the more you reblog other people's works, the more likely your own posts will be reblogged, thus gaining more traction for all your hard-earned efforts.

taglists; you might be asking: what is a taglist? a taglist is usually featured at the bottom of your post when you share your writing. it includes people who have shown interest in your works - all you do is simply @ them. it means that people who are keen won't miss out on seeing the things you post about your wips! it is essentially an opt-in type deal, where people can choose to be added or removed from being notified about updates, excerpts, and the like.

don't abuse your taglist. don't tag them for every little thing you post about your wips - try to keep it to major posts like excerpts or new art, etc.

**** A HANDY HINT: writeblr etiquette states that you should never just add people to your taglist. only add them if they specifically ask.

tumblr tagging system; the tumblr tagging system is going to be your best friend as a writer. tags allow you to manage your posts + can act as a navigation system for your blog.

when tagging, make sure to not replace characters if it's for a trigger warning. 'assault', for example, should never be replaced with '@ssault'.

if posting an excerpt from your wip, i would suggest the following tags as the bare minimum: 'WIP NAME', 'WIP NAME EXCERPT'. if you're posting it as part of an event, you may also wish to include 'EVENT NAME'. you can also have a specific tag for things your friends write, for resources you may find helpful, etc. the possibilities are endless. a hint: the first five tags are the only tracked tags. the most important tags you want to add should be your FIRST FIVE TAGS on a post. furthermore, only the first twenty will show up in the search function.

tags are a good way for you to interact with other writers! when you reblog a post, OP will be able to read your tags where you can add how much you loved their work, etc.

POST FORMATTING;

do; - add trigger warnings to your posts if they contain sensitive topics. - add a plot, characters, etc. other writeblrs want context for your wip beyond just a number of dot points about tropes. - put your post under a 'read more' if it is a long post. - tag any nsfw content. - add a transcript of any photos/images under a 'read more'.

don't; - use any sort of fonts beyond the regular when writing a general post. using the 'chat' font, for example, reduces accessibility to your posts and makes it difficult for people to read. - just post dot points of your wip. - plagiarise. - use other people's posts as a place to self promote.

PINTEREST IS NOT AN ART SOURCE;

this is one of the biggest differences between tumblr and other social media sites: pinterest is. not. an. art. source. the truth is that people aren't going to care if you post a moodboard with nothing beyond a few random photos of a castle and a knife, etc. sure, they may look pretty, but don't do it for a number of reasons.

first, you should always post art directly from a credited source (e.g. unsplash or picrew).

second, it doesn't show enough about your wip! people want context! not just random photos!

thirdly, most photos or art on pinterest do not CREDIT their sources. this is theft and this is bad. which leads me onto the next topic.

CREDIT YOUR ARTISTS;

CREDIT ALL ARTISTS. if you use any sort of artwork, i swear to all things holy, give credit to the ORIGINAL sources. pinterest, as mentioned, is not an art source. most artwork on that site is stolen or posted without credit, which, funnily enough, is a form of theft. if you're going to post any form of photo or art, please give credit. it doesn't matter what form it takes; link to the original artist or photographer in a way that is not hidden.

MOODBOARDS AND GRAPHICS, OH MY;

one sad truth about being on tumblr, as with a lot of social media sites, is that your posts will gain a lot more interaction if you use some form of graphic or photo along with your writing. graphic making may seem daunting but it doesn't have to be! they don't have to be complicated or anything more than a few photos - as long as they have relevance to your wip. moodboards are not necessarily a bad form to take when making graphics for your posts. however, if it just features a random collection of photos that tell your audience nothing about your work, they're not going to care. writeblr is all about actually imparting information about your wips, rather than just vibes. ****as mentioned, any form of artwork or photography needs to be credited to the original source. however, etiquette is also to not repost art without express permission from the artist. if you don't have permission to use someone's art, DO NOT put it in your moodboard or graphic.

BLOG AND BLOG THEMES;

tumblr is a really great site for expressing yourself through your blog, especially if you use custom themes! if (like me) you're terrible at javascript and any form of http coding, there are a number of blogs you can search for to find custom made themes that are easily adaptable for your needs.

but why use a theme beyond expression?

one of the best aspects of using themes is the navigation aspect. most writeblrs have some form of navigation page (beyond just simply using the tumblr tagging system) to allow their audience to find information about their wips, writing resources, and the like! it makes going through your blog easier for both you and others.

also: make sure to include information about yourself on the blog (but of course, not to the point of doxxing yourself). most tumblr users, especially those on writeblr, will think you're most likely a bot if you dont include at least some things about yourself. the most common things to add are name, age and pronouns! also a dni can be used.

WRITING TIPS AND TRICKS;

titling your wips by @crtalley

plot structure by @nouveauweird

how to blurb by @yvesdot

notion templates for writers by @atelierwriting

the tropes guide by yours truly

so you're missing a plot by @seasteading

novel length by @serpentarii

thank you to everyone who helped me in writing this post! love you all <3

#writing resources #writing advice #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writing #writeblr community #writers #wtwcommunity

[2goldendarkness]

I usually reblog, rather than make my own posts, but seeing everyone in the gaze community deal with their grief by writing things down has given me some courage to do the same. I hope it will help me in my grieving process and i hope to help everyone who does relate to what i write. So this will be my farewell letter.

Dear Reita,

I got the news seven days too late, like how it usually is for me coming into a fandom.

I became a fan about 8 years ago, i was doing a creative education as a designer, listening to random music on Youtube with autoplay. Suddenly i found Red, the first song that got me into the Gazette, i was glued to my screen and intrigued with the looks of all members. But why the hell was that one guy wearing a band around his nose? I needed to get into it. So i did.

The gazette then became my first and favorite Visual kei band, i’ve been trough a lot in my life and whenever hardship struck me, there was always an interview that would make me laugh. When i had boring days in school we even played a game, my friends would ask me “why is he covering his nose?” And i would make up the weirdest stories on the spot. That resulted in some charms with titles like ‘reita and the smelly drummer.’ And ‘reita the drugs dealer.’ It varied from poking fun and making up the stupidest thing, to making you some cool guy who fought bad guys. It would always make us laugh, even though, i was making up these stories to friends who weren’t even necessarily in the fandom, because everyone who saw you once, knew your name and so knew who you were.

I wrote fanfiction, many in where you play a big part of the story, not as a love interest, but as a brother of a character based off of me. All because you once said in a radio show that you feel like you’d be a great older brother, hell did i take you up on that one.

I never got to see The Gazette live, i used to curse you all for skipping my country and forcing me to travel for 5 hours to see you all. In 2018 i was almost at that point, but i couldn’t go because of my exams and because i had no friends who wanted to come with me. I always promised myself: one day, i will see them.

It hurts me to realize that day will never come, at least you won’t be there anymore. I accidentally open instagram, and find a grief post written by Hiroto of Alice nine, in the hashtags your name. Shock, that’s the first thing i felt. I must be going crazy. But next up was Miyavi’s post and as i read that it slowly starts downing upon me, my heart sinks to my stomach and a lump forms in my throat as i rush to jrocknews to confirm they aren’t just playing a sick joke.

I start crying like most of the sixth guns, but only after i start reading the members messages. Why am i crying? We’ve lost a talented bass player who inspired so many people to also start making music. The world lost ‘the world’s Reita’ who was always poking fun at the drummer. The bookstores lost their most unexpected romance buyer. Many lost their source of love and joy. I’ve lost my fictional brother.

But most importantly, your actual family lost a loving family member who bought his mother an entire house to repay her for raising him well. The Gazette lost a member. Kai lost his fear during interviews of whatever you are going to say next. Ruki lost being in your personal space no matter how big the dressing room. Aoi lost the person who’s jokes he could laugh the hardest about. Uruha lost his longtime best friend, and now can no longer feel your heart racing before the show, nor can he feel your hand searching for his heart.

I hope everyones feelings reach you, i hope that whichever way you passed, was peaceful and without pain. I hope that whenever it is our time, you come in your mustang to pick everyone up. Usually as a driving instructor i call shotgun, but i’ll leave that space to your close relatives. That way i can’t judge you for turning around while parking, rather than using your mirrors.

Thank you for everything Reita, you will never be forgotten. Once my grief is gone, i promise to remember you with a smile rather than cry. I also promise to be a fan of The Gazette no matter what they decide to do now you’re gone.

And to whomever read my entire message, thank you for reading this unhinged post.

#rip reita #personal #the gazette

[sgiandubh]

Whereabouts

Instead of hijacking @wildfernflower's excellent reblog of this post (https://www.tumblr.com/bat-cat-reader/728749633773404160/cait-looks-hot-happy-and-content-both-her?source=share), I decided to write my own.

But first, I have to quote @wildfernflower, because she is damn right:

'There is a lot of time in his life, far away from his socials, filled with stuff we'll never know about. People read his post one day, learn what he's currently doing or where he currently is (or rather where he wants people to think he is), they're impatiently waiting for the next post that comes e.g. in 2 or 3 days, and have an illusion nothing happened in between. They put these posts one after another on a fictious Sam’s timeline they create in their minds. In reality, these 2-3 days in between is a significant time gap, yet it miraculously disappears.'

You might find me insolent, but: this whereabouts obsession is one of the original sins of this fandom. Where are they right now? And with whom? Alone? Together? When did he/she went online last time, in which time zone and to do exactly what?

Let's face it: we wouldn't do that with our best friends IRL, perhaps and I would not do that with SO or my child(ren) if I had that privilege, which I don't. I remember my mother calling me at 7AM on a Sunday with that question and I also remember my very insolent answer - she understood very quickly it was not a good idea and never tried it again. So while I can see why this online timelines game was cute at the start, I can't, for the life of me, understand why it still apparently is a big deal and why some keep on playing it on behalf of two strangers? Especially when they know, by now, everything he posts is either a) advertising of his own projects and b) latergrams and also that she was never an enthusiastic poster (oh, yes: the banter - that is, I am afraid, long over, now).

This is the surest way to feed a never ending obsessive cycle and this is way above and beyond fandom behavior. This is also why I think timelines always have an agenda, especially when they pretend to explain a context in all its complexity, to a very thirsty and easily bored audience.

Take for example what Miss Marple called The Zanzibar Saga. At least fifty pages of multimedia content, with an almost frame-by-frame découpage and the proper identification of about 20% of the people on that damn boat. All of this in order to cover events that probably unfolded in the space of eight to ten hours tops of a single day.

In which world is this normal and in which legal system is this not stalking? Why is this happening: to feed the Fandom Beast or to further discredit a B-list actor, allowing all sorts of innuendoes, among which the a) high-functioning alcoholic, b) cheap womanizer and c) closeted gay are all 'possible', depending on each faction's (not fraction, Geachte mevrouw: that's algebra) POV? How is that evidence of anything else than an inordinate, obsessive and somewhat worrisome interest for that person?

This is OL. Not The Truman Show:

PS: In case you wonder, I will always stand up if what I consider to be red lines are being crossed, no matter who the person (cast or blogger) is. Yesterday/early morning today (timezones) it happened again and while I admit my reaction was uncharacteristically strong, so was the troll's message.

Next time, it could be anyone of us. Think about it. And next time, I will stand up again in solidarity, no matter who you are or what your shipper/believer take on SC is. And no, I do not expect anyone to do the same for me. It's not how these things work.

#fandom #Youtube

[endorphinmachine]

Hey, hi! Im really sorry for sending this, i just hope im not overstepping any boundaries as I’m about to ask help which is very important right now :( our cat, Sleepy needs an urgent vet care. She is pain and I can't afford to pay the vet to help her so I'm reaching out to ask for help, I mean even if you can’t help monetarily, reblogging or sharing it would truly mean a lot. She is my daughter’s best friend and she’s all I have left of my mom who passed away last 2021. In case you’d be insterested to help, I have pinned the post on my blog, please try to also answer the ask privately as some people tend to get weird on this stuff. Please send us prayers, be safe. ♥️🙏

yeah its me im being weird on your stuff sorry. i like that your first post is from just under ten days ago and your only posts (of which i could count on two hands) are rbed directly from the source. it's just a really good sign that you're trustworthy and exist as a blogger rather than just someone trying to pull money out of tumblrs lovely userbase. i trust you ❤️

[swallowprettybird]

Ask Game: List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers :)

aww what a wonderful question! thank you for this ☺️❤️

what makes me happy?

* my family ❤️ our evening conversations and gatherings)

*my friends and our little talks make me full of joy and inspiration ☺️ they are the best and i appreciate that they are in my life bcs because I am a rather introverted, shy person and have a small social circle)

* my cat and dog makes me so happy, it's so much of love 🥹❤️ in addition, the cat sleeps so sweetly and obediently next to me) he immediately falls asleep as soon as I pet him 🤭

* my creativity ❤️ It really makes me happy when I can express myself through creativity, and i love my muts ❤️ with whom I can share this and be inspired by their work 😍 this is really such a wonderful cozy place and I am very grateful for your endless grateful words and attention to my work 🥹❤️

* music :з yes, like many people, I can't go long without music, it's like an endless source of energy, inspiration, ideas, emotions ❤️ It's better than coffee lmao

* delicious food 😋 (you've probably all heard of borsch and varenyky, right? i love this and more and more like potato pancakes, cabbage rolls (or golubtsy), kulish, Lviv cheesecake, kutia (cooking for Christmas)) btw soon we will celebrate Easter and prepare Easter cakes, yammy 😋 btw pizza, pasta, sushi, tom yam...Well, you get the idea, right? 😋😁

* nature and these are not just words 💚 this is what always fills me up 🙌 when I feel bad or when I feel good, when I am in thought or in dreams, I just like to spend some time in silence in nature ❤️ It makes me feel alive

#ask game

[takecareluv]

May I please request a little blurb based on that quote you reblogged earlier about just wanting to be very quiet? Just a quiet love with Vinnie. Your blog has been such a source of light for me and helped me get over this weird guilt I've carried for preferring that to the wild, free love that seemed to be the ideal/norm (sorry to burden you with something so weird)

a.n. nothing you say could ever burden me, my love. in fact, your words just made my day. it makes me so happy to read that my blog (mine ??!) can be a source of light for you. that is all i could ever wish for. i know what you mean though, so many desire that wild, crazy love that you often see in films & such, whereas that strong intimacy that comes with a quiet love is something so much more profound and meaningful to me. it’s so much more real. anyway, enough of me ranting… i hope this is okay, my mind kind of wandered a bit while writing so i don’t know if any of this is coherent. lots of love <3

a quiet love || vinnie hacker x reader

you'd always had an appreciation for the quiet things in life.

growing up, you were the kid that was always told to "speak up". the one that spent their friday nights alone rather than going out. the one that would much rather daydream and immerse themselves into imaginary worlds from the stories and books you read, instead of partying all the time. 

as you got older, you grew into your voice. you became more outgoing and sociable, which society tended to praise, but of course still liked the peace and quiet that allowed you to recharge.

with how loud everyone and everything in this world seemed to be, silent moments were highly coveted in your mind. although they tended to come fewer and farther between for your liking. 

there was just so much noise. always so much to keep up with. too many things to click on or scroll through. too much news and trends constantly circulating. the internet, which was seeping through the cracks of becoming more significant than real life, and real connections, never took a rest. and with that, it felt like you never could too. even with how desperately you needed it.

that is until you met vinnie.

he taught you that it was okay to step back, that there was nothing wrong with you. in fact, he understood.

he too had been burdened with the idea that everything, especially love for that matter, should be wild, dramatic, and grand. that was how society portrayed the “great loves”. and so, vinnie spent multiple years searching for that kind of love, which only lead him to disappointment, lies and heartbreak.

through this, it became more clear that the dramatics weren’t necessary, the grand gestures weren’t essential, and the craziness was definitely easier left without. all that was truly needed was the feeling of love and adoration, something that seemed to have been forgotten.

you and vinnie, however, did not forget.

you thrived on that simple, quiet love that others mostly deemed as “boring”.

but you didn’t care. it brought you peace knowing that vinnie loved you for you, and that your presence was all he needed to feel content, nothing more extravagant than that.

you of course talked all the time, filling each other on everything, he was your best friend after all.

but you didn’t mind the quiet moments where there was nothing left to say. it didn’t feel awkward, it was the complete opposite actually. it felt quite natural. like this is what you were waiting your whole life for, someone to simply exist with. someone you didn’t even have to say a word to, they just instantly knew what you were thinking and how you were feeling. is this what it felt like to have a soulmate?

you enjoyed spending your mornings wrapped up in each other’s arms, exchanging not much more than a “good morning” and “i love you” while listening to the quiet sounds of birds chirping in the distance and the breeze rustling through trees outside your window.

you would eventually get up, standing next to each other as you brushed your teeth and did your skincare, occasionally sharing smiles through the mirror.

heading downstairs and into the kitchen, you assumed your roles, vinnie making the coffee will you began cooking breakfast. you would dance around each other in perfect harmony until the meal was complete and it was time to eat.

for the rest of the day, you would continue with doing your own things, whether it was your school work or vinnie’s streaming. although you were both busy, you still enjoyed each other’s company.

even when you were so wrapped up in the book you were reading, or whatever else had your full attention, you would immediately notice when vinnie was no longer around you. it was like he took a piece of you every time he wasn’t in your presence. his presence is what kept you whole.

sometimes you would spend your evening laying outside, head rested on his lap, while you stargazed, pointing out different constellations every so often. 

other times vinnie would pick up your favorite snacks and you would cuddle in bed all night while watching different shows or movies, most commonly anime.

you didn’t always have to be going on elaborate dates or buying expensive gifts to make your relationship better, it was already great. you loved each other tremendously and that’s all you really needed.

#vinnie hacker blurb #vinnie hacker fluff #vinnie hacker x you #vinnie hacker x y/n #vinnie hacker fanfic #vinnie hacker x reader #vinnie hacker imagine #vinnie hacker

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Connected

Vampire Eddie Munson x Reader Story

This fic is based on a Vampire Eddie x reader story idea that I had a little while ago ❤

Summary; Eddie has a proposition for y/n which ends in unexpected results.

Warnings; Mentions of blood, orgasms, thigh riding, slight smut, Minors DNI, 18+

Likes, comments and reblogs are much appreciated! ❤💞 I do not give anyone permission to copy my work.

Repost because this was a little bit messy and I wanted to shorten it a tiny bit ❤

❤

He isn't sure what is wrong. In fact, he should be happy.

Vecna was defeated, The Upside Down was gone, and everyone who died had returned, that was including Chrissy.

Eddie had been adjusting to life as a vampire and mostly he did good, he never killed to feed, surviving mostly on blood bags and he had reunited with uncle Wayne and Henderson, the little shrimp and y/n, who was his closest friend.

He had his friends and Wayne and even Chrissy had taken notice of him but no matter how much she showed interest in Eddie or wanted them to date, he felt something holding him back.

He didn't know what the something that was holding him back was though, it was still a mystery to him.

As beautiful as Chrissy was he wasn't sure it would work. It was just a feeling but he knew it wouldn't be right.

Even more troubling was that he needed a reliable food source through blood bags but also fresh blood from the vein at times to keep his cravings at bay.

It wasn't so easy to find people who would consent to being bitten.

Even if they did Eddie felt no connection to them, they were just a food source. He had read a lot of real text, and books about real vampires and it was enlightening.

He read that blood taking could be a pleasurable experience for both participating parties but he had yet to experience it.

Eddie didn't want to hurt anyone, not Dustin, Chrissy, Harrington, Uncle Wayne or any of his friends.

The only person he trusted enough was y/n and he would never hurt her. Would she even agree to this though?

Guess he was going to find out.

💫❤

Eddie's request plays on her mind. He was staring at her with those beautiful brown eyes and waiting patiently on an answer.

He wants to suck her blood, it would make her giggle if she wasn't so shocked. He explained about blood taking and how he was curious that both consenting parties in the blood taking could feel pleasure.

Desire pools low in her body and she is mortified by how fucking aroused she feels right now.

"Uh... This sounds pretty intimate Eds wouldn't you rather do this with Chrissy?". He shakes his head.

"No, you're the only person I trust to do this with and Chrissy? We aren't together, she wants to well, at least sometimes she does but I don't. You can say no sweetheart, or we can try it once and if you don't like it then that's it".

She considers this for a moment then agrees.

"Okay, I'll try it once". His eyes light up and he beams, a beautiful smile, dimples on display.

"Thank you princess I appreciate this". She's a little nervous and gets up pacing around.

"So uh, how do you want to do this? When should we do this?". She asks nervous and he shrugs.

"It's up to you princess when you're ready. If you don't mind it and want to continue it would be like once or twice a week, blood from the vein keeps the cravings at bay, blood bags. I wouldn't take much".

This relaxes her a little bit and she climbs back on his bed.

"Okay, are you hungry now?". She notices his eyes are a little redder than usual with tiny spider-like veins under them. He nods swallowing and joins her on the bed.

Heart racing she gets comfortable not realising that he can hear her racing heartbeat.

"Sweetheart, I would never ever hurt you. Okay?". His voice is so sincere and she trusts him, he's her best friend.

"Okay". her heart began to calm and he gently takes her hand pressing tiny kisses onto her wrist, her skin tingling where his lips connect.

His fangs elongate and he sinks his teeth into her wrist, his tongue gently laps at the blood flowing free, it stings a bit but it doesn't hurt.

He moans and then pulls back.

"Is this okay. Does it hurt?". He murmurs checking that she's fine. She nods.

"I'm fine, it doesn't hurt, keep going". He peers up at her and smirks.

"You taste so fucking, good Princess". He growls and she feels those tingles again. Fuck.

Then his mouth latches back onto her wrist and it's a curious sensation, she feels a slight pull as the blood leaves her, and the ache in her lower body grows even more at the sounds that leave Eddie's mouth.

She pulls him closer and his knee is pressed between her thighs, she whimpers because it's increasing the pressure, she grips his hair and he stops.

"Eddie, she moans don't stop please". His eyes are wild, a soft smear of her blood on his mouth.

She can see his erection straining through his jeans and he soon has her on his knee.

"Eddie". She whines and he strokes her cheek.

"I know princess, gonna make you feel so good okay, take what you need". He is latches back onto her wrist, the blood pumping through her veins as she rides his thigh, the friction feels so good, he unbuckles his jeans and she palms him through his boxers.

His hand tightens around her back bringing her closer and she comes so hard crying out.

💫❤

He didn't expect this. Any of this. He assumed he would just take a little of y/n's blood and it would feel nice for them both but now she's riding his thigh, while palming him through his boxers and he's drinking her blood.

The pleasure is out of this world and he comes in the most intense orgasm he's ever had in his life.

Y/n's soft moans meet his ears and he holds her close, kissing her hair.

"You okay?". She sighs content and mumbles yes, boneless in his arms and her lips tickle his neck.

Fuck.

"Didn't expect that to happen". He tells her and she looks up at him her gaze full of desire, need and a little bit of shock just like him.

"That was... Eddie that was amazing". He agrees and she lays her head on his chest.

"I know princess, I know". She snuggles into his arms growing a little sleepy and he lays her back on the bed, pulling the covers over her.

He feels so relaxed and quickly changes then falls asleep beside her.

#vampire eddie x reader #kas eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie smut #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x female reader #stranger things x reader

[toxicanonymity]

Hey! Okay, so this is sort of out of the blue, and I apologize if it bothers you, feel free not to respond 😅

So anyways, I’ve recently started a fiction story that I was looking forwards to publishing, and it sort of made me realize that I really enjoy writing. Honestly though, I don’t have a clue as to where to start. And so I came to tumblr, and you (and your ADDICTING fics) were actually what sort of introduced me to tumblr? So I guess you’ve been something of an inspiration to me, i don’t know if that’s creepy or not but whatever.

Anyways, i was wondering if you could spare some tips on how to get started? Literally anything would be a huge help.

Hello! Thank you, I'm honored that you ask. Doesn't bother me at all of course. I wish I could be more helpful. I'm not sure if you're looking for writing tips or tumblr tips, so please feel free to follow with more detail. Btw I've been on tumblr less than a year and writing fic for less than a year so in some ways I am talking out of my ass :) but I'm honored you value my input. I have some writing tips here. And writing dark here. But writing is really personal and everyone has their own style so all i can really do is say what works for me.

I write what I want to write. I write best when I write what I feel like writing.

I draw inspiration from the source material as a starting point rather than characterization in other fics. I also don't go out of my way to try to be super different.

I try to describe what's happening in my my head and let it flow without worrying about "writing well."

I don't like to force my writing if it isn't flowing. sometimes i do try to force myself, but it rarely works, often wastes time, and can sometimes make things worse.

I don't tend to use outlines, but it seems to work very well for a lot of people and I wonder if it would help me. the most I do is post-it notes. but most of the time, not even that. for me before i start, if anything, normally it's just scraps and tidbits of word vomit.

For TUMBLR tips, I'd say:

look at the tags used by people who are posting similar content. explore those tags to see which are the most relevant and popular. only use tags that are relevant. put the most important ones at the front.

include warnings about anything explicit. it took me a minute to realize warnings are also used to entice/preview "the good stuff."

definitely use the "read more" function in your post, or people won't reblog it.

interact with other blogs in the fandom. you'll begin to see familiar usernames and might make friends.

If you write something and people beg for another part, that's a compliment, you don't have to take it as pressure, it's up to you what to do. I say this as someone who almost always folds but one of these days I might not feel like it.

Congratulations on writing! 💕

p.s. sorry I was slow, it's not personal I'm just way behind.

#toxic ask #toxicanonymity writer's room #ask toxic

[trialbystory]

Got tagged via @weissroseschnee, and yeah sure, I have some thoughts.

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last ten people who reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals & followers!! <3

1) Music. Plain and simple. If I’m having a good day or a bad day or the best day ever, it can be improved by playing some music. Classical, Ska, Broadway, Game OSTs, Power Metal, whatever comes up. Spotify, mp3s from my phone, something from my vinyl collection, it’s all good. Whether I’m really getting into it and singing along/playing an instrument, or just letting it sit in the background while I read or game, it always enhances my mood.

B) My friends. I’m not a particularly social person, so my offline circle is fairly limited. But despite that (because of that?) I’ve accomplished something I am unreservedly proud of: I’ve surrendered myself with better people than I am. That sounds a bit self deprecating, but I promise it’s not. My friends are legitimately some of the best human beings I know. We help each other and watch each other’s backs, it is legitimately like tropey shonen anime bullshit and I love it.

III)This may be obvious, but the greatest source of joy in my life is stories. Consuming them, creating them, examining the different ways we tell them and why different stories are important to different people in different ways, it’s wonderful and fascinating, and I wish there were more hours in the day for me to devote to it.

Four) People supporting each other. This kind of expanded out of my live for the found family trope, but seeing groups of people come together to be positive and lift each other up fills me with a le almost physical sense of warmth. Whether it’s a story where a closeted character haphazardly stumbles into a group of people who can help them learn to recognize and live their true self, or real-world stuff like the overwhelming positivity of the LoadingReadyRun community and events like Extra Life or AGDQ or Desert Bus for Hope (only a few months away). It helps remind my jaded, misanthropic ass that people don’t just suck by default, and that’s a good feeling.

Final) The advance of technology. Okay yes, this one’s kind of loaded, but I am ever the techno-optimist. But in my defense a lot of the dark side on this one comes from ass clowns more concerned with money and the business side of things than the actual tech. But at the end of the day I do believe that if it’s allowed to, technology can solve more problems than it can’t. Any advancement that’s not strictly in the field of weapons has something to contribute to human society. There will alway be problems and there will always be greed trying to bend technology away the good of the world, but I think given time it will always be a net positive.

I dont exactly have a lot of followers/mutual to tag, so rather than doing it through asks I’ll just do it at the bottom here. Really only three people readily spring to mind, and if you’re one of them feel free to ignore (and if you’re not feel free to pick up the banner yourself out of spite or something?) but @powertaco @infinitefern and @misterdadguy you lot are the official callout.

[richardxoliverxmayhew]

Get to know the mun

NAME: Christine

PRONOUNS:  She/Her/Gremlin/Your Worst Nightmare/Taller Than u >:3

BEST EXPERIENCE:  Just being able to meet so many interesting, lovely, and amazing people through writing; not to mention, meeting people who've ended up becoming just really good and close friends! Also, just being able to write up all of these amazing adventures between Richard and all of your muses 💛

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION:  I guess Tumblr IM's, but, just a heads up that I've become rather slow and at times forgetful to replying to my IMs at times, mainly because there's just a lot happening right now. However, if I miss one of your IMs, or if Tumblr forgets to notify me of it, pls feel free to just message me again!

MOST ACTIVE MUSE AU: I would say it's a toss up between my 1920's Detective verse, my Victorian verse, and/or my Spy/Hitman verse.

EXPERIENCE / HOW MANY YEARS:   Oooooohhhh let's see now.... I believe I was writing short stories before tumblr, but I would say that I mainly joined the RP community on here when I was around 13/14-ish, which was around the year 2011/12. I mainly started writing in the Sherlock fandom, and then made a few other blogs in between, while also taking a bunch of hiatuses, as well, until eventually landing on Richard! :>

RP PET PEEVE:  People who don't reblog from the source.

PLOTS OR MEMES:  Memes! Don't get me wrong, I love me a good plot. I ADORE them! However, there are also times wherein I just don't have a plot in mind and just want to write things, and memes really help with that!

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES:  Both, I suppose! But, I guess long replies give me more to work with, most of the time.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSES:  Hmm.... Not in everything, but, honestly, as I got to know Richard and write for him through the years, I would argue that of ALL the muses, he's the one I find myself most similar to ahaha!

Tagged by/stolen from: @dontcxckitup-m Tagging: YOU

#ooc;the gremlin behind the curtain

[triscribeaucollection]

It’s About the Magic

The thing is- it’s about magic.

One doesn’t get assigned their living arrangements for the following seven years based on how cunning or humble or bold they are - maybe that affects what friends they make, what teachers they endear themselves to, but the power woven into that Sorting Hat doesn’t look only at mere surface personality traits. It looks at the magic. More specifically, it looks at what each child thinks about their magic.

Rowena Ravenclaw wanted students who asked questions in her House. Children who looked at the awe of magic, the wonder in it, the mysteries and discoveries and far horizons. Whether they sought answers in books or out in the fields and hills, she wanted to teach and guide those who considered magic a source of inspiration, a quest to be embarked upon. To simplify her fledgling eagles as the ‘smart’ students, dismissed as merely being good at memorizing information with no more nuance to their minds, is an insult to the pursuit of magical knowledge.

Godric Gryffindor wielded his power as one would a mighty tool, and preferred pupils who desired the same, those who sought to better equip themselves. Sword and shield, needle and thread, hammer and tongs: it mattered not what end goal each student pursued, what skills they sought to perfect or deeds they dreamed to achieve. Only that they should strive to master their magic, to best apply it to the challenges ahead. Perhaps ‘bravery’ is an apt thing for young cubs to strive towards, but lions are made of more than courage alone.

Helga Hufflepuff considered the bounties of her efforts to be a great gift, and that gifts became all the more valuable when shared with others. That it did not matter what else a child could or could not claim to be, so long as they remained generous in both mind and spirit, turning the strength of one into the strength of many. With magic, food, money, and all such things that could ease a difficult task. To lend a hand in times of hardship is to see prosperity for all when the good times return, and to call her little badgers mere ‘duffers’ would be the height of folly.

Salazar Slytherin saw his magic to be a privilege, a responsibility, something he and his fellow practitioners were meant to shelter and protect. Children of magic, especially, were meant to be safeguarded, from threats both within and without. Authority, ranks, prestige - all of it came from being able to grow up in the first place, to be able to practice in safety, and learn from wiser and older minds who’d surpassed their own trials and tribulations. This is the first lesson taught to his ‘cowardly’ snakes: that in order to become magically strong, one with magic must first survive.

(If a threat had ever truly come to Hogwarts Castle, Godric would have rallied the defenses, Rowena’s protective enchantments at his back. It was Helga’s task to evacuate or else hide away the students, to keep them from harm, while Salazar’s duty was to awaken the method of last resort, the final protector capable of defeating any enemy who looked upon it. The four of them knew this. Their immediate successors knew it as well, and those who came next, but over time- well. Over time, the exact details of their duties became muddled, or lost outright. Legend eventually overtook fact, as disgruntlement and disagreements outstripped logic, and everyone forgot about the basilisk safely tucked away in case the worst ever occurred.)

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Somewhere, there is a fantastic tumblr post that breaks down how students are *actually* sorted at Hogwarts, and it forever changed how I read HP stories as well as I how I write them. But HECK if I can actually find the dang thing, because of course the relevant analysis was in a reblog rather than the main post.

Anywho. This is the first page of my newest WIP, a continuation of Good Day Coming, aka the ‘Harry gets stolen by a couple of burglars, learns to pick pockets professionally, and proceeds to make life Very Interesting for a lot of people at Hogwarts’ AU. So far we’re up to nine pages and I’m only halfway through his first year...

#hogwarts #the sorting hat #harry potter AU #wip

[eventideluminary-games]

I was talking about that word question you reblog, i fell upon your blog today so i thought you were doing the game :

https(://)www(.)tumblr(.)com/eventideluminary-games/739504938402643968?source=share

-sarah

Hi! Sorry I didn't realize that's what you meant! Haha, that's my bad! ^^'

Not-So-Nice Ask Game For The ROs (betrayal, bound, break, failure, fear, guilt, heartbreak, mistake, & torture)

Alceste

Betrayal - Alceste has definitely been betrayed by someone he thought he could trust. It's not often since he vets his company very thoroughly and regularly, but it happened once. On the other hand, Alceste does Quite A Bit of betraying. It's not personal, babe, just business.

Bound - Alceste has never been in jail. He's a Nepo Baby sdkjfnsdf

Break - I think Alceste would have a total break down if anything happened to his whole family and he couldn't prevent it/knew about it beforehand or if he found out everything he was doing was for nothing. He wouldn't take it well and would probably turn into a Major Asshole. The only people who've seen Alceste at his lowest so far are his mothers and Larisilla.

Failure - Alceste's competent enough to have not Majorly failed at anything so far. That being said, he does have a few failures that required his mothers to step in, but nothing he'd have a guilty conscious over.

Fear - Serious answer, losing his friends and family. He's maybe just a little too codependent. A more lighthearted answer, snakes and Larisilla when she's mad. He's very open about the snakes and Larisilla part. Not so much about the other.

Guilt - Alceste doesn't feel guilty for doing any of the questionable things he's been doing since he believes them to be right. He may hold a bit of guilt over the relationship that ended terribly, but that's it.

Heartbreak - Oh, all the time. Alceste is a chronic never-single person. He's never gone longer than a month without dating someone and he's always the one who decides to end it. That being said, there is only one person who's break up left a bit of a stain on him, so to speak. They're still awkward and a bit bitter around each other.

Mistake - Alceste's human, so he's made a ton of mistakes, but none I would say that would stand out as important or long lasting. Except maybe his one relationship that totally crashed and burned Badly. It was one of his first relationships and probably his longest and he Fucked It Up real bad.

Torture - Alceste has never been tortured, but he would do it to someone else if he needed to. It's not his first option, though, preferring to use words rather than actions.

Larisilla

Betrayal - Larisilla's absolutely been betrayed. The Dustlands is like a viper's pit. It's every family, and sometimes person, for themselves. Larisilla learned this the hard way. It's why Alceste, Dionys, Somnia, and Enyo are her only friends and none of them are from the Dustlands. Larisilla, however, is not one to do the betraying. She finds it tasteless and cowardly.

Bound - Larisilla has been arrested multiple times for inciting violence and starting fights. She's never stayed in prison/jail, though. Her mother and father always bail her out.

Break - Ironically, being betrayed would cause her to break down. Especially by someone who she'd consider a friend or even a lover. The best way I could describe what would happen is that she'd probably go in a stuporous state. So far, only her mother, Eunomia, and Alceste have seen her at her lowest.

Failure - She's made several failures on her end regarding both her training and diplomacy attempts. She just takes them in stride and learns from them.

Fear - Being forced into the little world her father made for her. She's terrified of not being able to roam freely and train and being forced into bureaucratic/diplomatic work. That and being emotionally vulnerable. She covers her fears with anger and by pushing people away.

Guilt - Larisilla also doesn't have any guilt. She, like Alceste, believe that everything she's doing is justified. She does feel a bit bad about her thoughts regarding Lachesis and the Temple, but that's it. She doesn't feel Guilty, perse, just Bad.

Heartbreak - Larisilla doesn't Do romantic relationships. The idea of being emotionally open scares her, so she doesn't do them. That being said, she's had physical relationships before,

Mistake - Although she'd never say it out loud, she believes it was a big mistake to encourage her sister, Lachesis, to pursue a career in the Temple of Astrea. Before starting her priestess training, Lachesis was the subject of most of their father's ambitions (i.e. becoming the next First Head of the Council, marrying well, etc). When Lachesis entered the temple, their father turned his attention to Larisilla, which causes her quite a bit of grief.

Torture - Larisilla has never been tortured and hasn't tortured anyone either. That being said, she would volunteer to be the torturer, if needed.

Dionys

Betrayal - Oh, absolutely. The Hall of Scholars (Scholar's Hall) is a place full of betrayal and backstabbing to see who can get ahead. Dionys has been the victim of backstabbing and has dealt his own to other people. Most of his relationships have to be clearly transactional now since he's never been a fan of the backstabbing.

Bound - Once. Dionys has been arrested once for stealing a restricted book from the library. This was while his parents were still Head Scholar and Professor, so he was bailed out quickly.

Break - Getting kicked out of the Hall of Scholars or losing his little sister. Dionys has done quite a bit of questionable things to become Head Scholar of the Hall of Scholars. If he is ever kicked out, he will have no idea what to do. As for his little sister, Galatea is 6 years old so much of what he does is for her benefit. The only people who have seen him breakdown so far are his parents, Erato (his maternal aunt), and Orithyia.

Failure - He plagiarized a whole theory submission once. It nearly got him kicked out of the Hall, but he's a Nepo Baby. Most people have forgotten about it by now, and if they haven't and bring it up, they'll forget soon enough (ominous).

Fear - Same as Break.

Guilt - Dionys doesn't really like how much backstabbing he had to do to get where he is and feels a bit bad over it. But he accepts it as part of what he did, so he doesn't wallow in it. He does feel guilty for taking Rhodope in as his protégé, though, and feels responsible for her horrible personality. His idea of fixing it is to just ignore her unless necessary.

Heartbreak - Not really. Dionys has dated several peers before, but the relationship always ends before it gets too serious or ends very abruptly and they always leave the Hall afterwards.

Mistake - Taking on Rhodope as his protégé. When he met her about 3 year ago, she was 13 and a very shy and studious trainee. He saw himself in her and took her under his wing, but now she's arrogant and Frankly, A Bitch. He thinks that if he didn't take her as his protégé then she wouldn't have become awful. He also doesn't like the fact that she's obvious about her feelings for him.

Torture - Dionys has not been tortured, unless you count that one time when he was about 22 where he was awake for 96 hours straight. It was his Final Thesis Presentation week and he nearly missed it. Dionys would not torture anyone else.

Somnia

Betrayal - Somnia hasn't really... betrayed anyone, so to speak. Just... manipulated them enough. She hasn't personally been betrayed, but due to *plot spoilers*, she considers it to be a betrayal to her as well.

Bound - No. Somnia's too valuable in her village to be arrested.

Break - Similar to Alceste, if she found out everything she was doing was for nothing. She wouldn't handle it well since her whole world view has been crafted around this situation. The only person who's seen her break own is her mother, Ianassa.

Failure - Similar to Guilt, but she views her father's death as her failure, despite being 13 years old. It shaped her whole future and caused her to pursue healer training.

Fear - Same as Break, but also losing her friends or her mother. She's similar to Alceste in this way.

Guilt - Somnia is the one RO who I think doesn't feel guilt at all. She thinks everything she's done or is doing is completely justified, even if shown it wasn't justified at all, she'll still convince herself it was.

Heartbreak - Not really. Somnia's a bit too busy for relationships, but those that she had have always ended cordially.

Mistake - She doesn't really have any major mistakes she would consider major. This could count as Failure too, but Somnia did accidentally kill someone while in training by administering the wrong dosage of a medication and poisoned them. While it wasn't good, obviously, it did spark her interest in poisons.

Torture - Somnia's never been tortured, personally as in one-on-one, before. She has tortured someone before, though, and that's all I'm saying on that.

Enyo

Betrayal - Mmm... this is a bit tricky, but I'm going to have to say no. Enyo's very clear about their intentions, so is it really betrayal if they gave you a warning? That being said, Enyo has not betrayed any of the Assassin and Thieves Guild in the Floelands.

Bound - Yes. It was one of Enyo's first missions and they were caught. They were sent on the mission with Bella, who snuck in and stole the keys from the guard to free them. They've never been arrested or caught since.

Break - There isn't much that would cause Enyo to break down majorly. Their mental health is either well enough or low enough to where not much will phase them. No one has seen them break down before.

Failure - Enyo failed one mission before. They weren't able to move past it and when they returned empty handed, they suffered for it. They're still glad they never went through with it and has never failed another mission.

Fear - Meliae Enstat, their foster mother. To a lesser degree, Phonus Sanntite, their foster father. They don't make their fear known, but it's also not really a secret.

Guilt - Surprisingly, Enyo doesn't feel much guilt over the assassinations they've done. They view it in a more practical light, as in 'this is just a job', so they're not emotionally invested. They also try to complete the job as fast as possible and not look into the targets too much.

Heartbreak - Enyo hasn't been in a relationship before. They've had physical relationships before, but never true romantic ones.

Mistake - The only Bad Mistake Enyo made was failing that one mission. It shaped who they were quite a bit.

Torture - Enyo has been tortured and they have done the torturing too. They don't really like doing it, but they're, unfortunately, good at it.

#under the eyes of themis #eyes of themis #uteot #asks #if: alceste #if: alceste emeraude #if: enyo #if: enyo perle #if: larisilla cornaline #if: somnia disthene #if: dionys topaze #if: larisilla #if: somnia #if: dionys #ask game #ros react

[emmet-appreciation]

I posted 1,306 times in 2022

That's 1,067 more posts than 2021!

328 posts created (25%)

978 posts reblogged (75%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@chipsncookies

@emmet-appreciation

@ingo-appreciation

@ingo-ingoing-ingone

I tagged 1,299 of my posts in 2022

Only 1% of my posts had no tags

#submas - 881 posts

#subway bosses - 876 posts

#subway masters - 874 posts

#emmet - 862 posts

#kudari - 844 posts

#ingo - 705 posts

#nobori - 687 posts

#pla - 267 posts

#pokemon legends arceus - 256 posts

#mun rambles - 183 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#🤔🤔 i think it's also worthy to note that they do tend to use the same pokemon on their seperate teams which makes me think they share haha

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Official Submas Appearances Masterlist

Want to consume offical submas content but don’t know where to go? Look no further than this post! I’m not perfect so I might miss some things but I hope this at least covers most of it (These are just directly copy-pasted from previous posts I’ve made in the past, but hey! I’d rather copy-paste than do hard work I’ve already done haha)

Links will be under the cut- and this post will probably be updated as Pokemon inevitably cashes in on their popularity and gives us more submas content <33

Pokemon Black and White / Pokemon Black and White 2

These were as simple as taking the first thing that popped up on a YouTube search, but since this is their original appearances I’m put it here. They come from Mixeli, who posts videos of Pokemon Battles on their channel.

Pokemon Black and White

Pokemon Black and White 2

Bulbapedia is fan-curated, but their commitment to sourcing information and sticking to canon makes them good enough to add here as well:

Emmet / Emmet (Quotes)

Ingo / Ingo (Quotes)

Pokemon Special 

These links come from readmanganato (NOTE: The ads here are NSFW, please use an ad blocker!), though you can alternatively use mangaowl.net, which should have better ads.

Chapter 487 (The Submas Introduction Chapter)

Chapter 488 (The Submas welcome White onto the Battle Subway)

Chapter 490 (The Submas watch White test out the Battle Subway)

Chapter 500 (White battles Ingo)

(NOTE: These are FAN translated works, you will have to buy the manga to get official translations)

Pokemon Anime 

Pokeflix features a library boasting pretty much every Pokemon Media there is, but for ease of access I’ve linked all the submas episodes here:

Beheeyem, Duosion, and the Dream Thief! (End of Episode Cameo)

The Beartic Mountain Feud! (End of Episode Cameo)

Crisis from the Underground Up! (The historic episode :D )

Battle for the Underground! (The historic episode, part two eeeelectric boogaloo)

Lost at the Stamp Rally! (Minor supporting role, but they battle here :>)

A Surface to Air Tag Battle Team! (That adorable lil flailing cameo)

Pokemon Masters EX

For those unfortunate enough to have not been around when the twins were first released and/or haven’t scouted them in gacha, YouTube is your best friend in getting that sweet, sweet pokemas content.

Official Release Trailer

All Emmet English VA / All Emmet Japanese VA by gladio.ogg

All Ingo English VA / All Ingo Japanese VA by gladio.ogg

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#4

Nephew added to the Party!

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#3

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Ingo the conductor is not having a good time

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Oh my god. Why am I so STUPID I should've realized he was quoting Emmet 😭😭😭

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My #1 post of 2022

Uncle ingo doodle before i go to bed

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #not emmet kind of #I'm surprised my most popular post was uncle ingo lol #I thought for sure it would be the animatic hahaha #Or the submas appearances post #Hehe #Here's to another great year! I hope I am still here by then lol

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Hi! This is B from mycringethoughtsandcreations! It’s not my main blog so I don’t have the ability to ask questions from it, but I saw your reblog on my post and I’m so happy that you’re willing to talk about your experiences!

So my question is basically what is the correct way to validate a system? To tell them you’ll support them and all their alters? As a singular/singlet I don’t really understand the viewpoints of systems, and thus don’t know what is the best way to approach or talk to systems.

And if you could give some information on common system terminology that would be great!

Hey! Happy yall took up our offer:] any chance to talk about ourselves and we're all over it lmao/hj

The best way to validate a system really depends on the person (that's such a shit answer, but yeah;-;) For us, it's really just treating us like a normal person in one on one casual conversation, this is mostly cus we switch at pretty random times so to introduce yourself every hour can get a bit annoying, so we'd rather you just treat us like one(ish) person to save us the trouble.

In a more public space, like tumblr, we don't mind being treated as separate people (for example, asking, "Hey [Alter xyz], what's your favourite movie?" Becasue to us it shows you find us interesting rather than the whole bunch of us (think of it like asking one of your friends a question rather than your whole friend group at once, it shows you want to know that person on a more personal level) and tbh that also really makes our npd go brrrr/pos/lh

Although again as annoying as it is, not all systems are gonna be like this. Really, the best and quickest way is to ask! Most people in the community are more than willing to talk to singlets about how they prefer to be treated, so dont worry too much about negative responses:] or just follow their boundaries if they have those publicly posted that's also just the simplest way to support support anyone system or not

And for system terms I can do a few rapid fire ones I cam remember off the top of my head:] if there's any specific ones you'd like to know feel free to ask and I can tell ya what I know or what I can find about it:] (I'll put these under the cut because this post is already getting long god damm)

Introject: an alter that is based off an external thing like a character from a TV show or a song:] and also sometimes just physical objects in everyday life (we for example have an introject of a teddy bear we had as a child)

Fictive/Factive/Songtive: a more specific term for the type of media an introject is from, if it is fictional media like a TV character, they are a fictive. If they are sourced from a real person like an actor or youtuber, they are a factive. And if they are sourced from a song, like an alter that embodies teenagers by mcr (it's the first song that came to my head lol) or has memories of some of the things described in the song they can be considered a songtive

Singlet: a common one:] the medical term for anyone who dosent have DID or OSDD

Persecutor: a kind of role an alter in a system might have, I chose to do this one out of all kinds of roles since I've seen it be the most questioned/asked about, a persecutor is an alter that harms the body in some way, this may be by cutting off close friends or by physically harming the body in some way, this is mostly because they believe it is the right thing to do (for example cutting off friends because they think everyone will hurt them eventually) typically they are also hold trauma to some extent

Blurry: used mostly to describe a system that doesn't know who's fronting at the time. This might be because of heavy dissociation, or it could be because there are too many people in font to recognise every alter (there are other reasons, i think, but this is what happens most of the time)

This is all I could really think of at the moment;-; if there's anything else you want me to talk about, feel free to send another ask, and we'll be happy to help:] I apologise for any spelling/grammar mistakes we wrote this in a very hazy state so there might be some spelling errors

#anti💚🗡 #did #i was like half asleep when writing this so im so sorry if this makes no sense lol #ty for the ask tho:]