#ill guard u with my entire life <3

[this-should-do]

anyways yall just wanna say, if ur out there leaving all those delicious and kind tags on my art work, i wan to let you know that i am kissing u on the mouth and i love you soso much <3

#specially on the comic i posted last night #yall r out there literally making my fucken day #also gear i am now speaking driectly to u #i just wanna say that u got ur 3rd tag all mixed around #it is infact the You represent gordon/draw himthat makes My entire life #like its literally bonkers seein u say that when ur gordon is literlaly one of THE insps for how ive constructed my gordon !! #but ye joking outrage aside #i really appreciate ur tags #specially since ur literally such a incredible artist that ive literally taken so mich insp from <3 #(seriously i aspire to have as much skill with color as u do one day) #anyayas gang #just wanted to make that psa real quick lol #now i gotta get back on tha coward guard comic grind #that bitchs been in process for almost 2 months now and im sick kf it lol #im literally less than 3 pages of basic coloring and quick blending layers away from completion #and ill be damned if i dont get it done before i go back to college #iwillspeakincessantly

[finalgirlmoment]

Noteworthy details about the first two PJOTV episodes (spoilers)

First of all, every single of them ATE DOWN. just wanted to throw that out there, i'm so so impressed with the cast, everyone was perfect and gorgeous and i'm completely sat for any and all future installments. A fine piece of media. Let's begin.

Percy's confusion and bewilderment finding out that he's a demigod. "You fell in love with God.... like, Jesus????" LMFAO but seriously his frustration in this moment, thinking there's something actually wrong with his brain, feeling lost and confused and hurt and BROKEN. the struggle in that moment is so relatable to people discovering they have some sort of mental illness or neurodivergence, especially when they weren't believed/listened to etc and i think walker played this part beautifully

GROVER AND PERCY PLAYING MYTHOMAGIC TOGETHER. GROVER AND PERCY PLAYING MYTHOMAGIC TO TRAIN PERCY. I AM LITERALLY SCREAMING OFF ROOFTOPS THE IMPLICATIONS THAT THIS HAS???? ARE YOU ACTUALLY JOKING??????? IMAGINE SEASON 3 PERCY FINDS NICO AND THEY HAVE THIS IN COMMON???????????!?!?!?!?!? FEELING SEVERELY FRANTIC AND MASSIVELY UNWELL ABOUT THIS

luke's empathy towards Percy throughout-- his apologies for what happened to his mother at the bottom of Half Blood Hill, him telling P that he relates to the nightmares, the restlessness, the ADHD..... so fucking sick and fucking twisted, I will be sobbing at the ending, gorgeous job on both ends on making this relationship feel very warm and authentic and the trust starting to build. this will H U R T.

CLARISSE. she's so gorgeous and vindictive. Her beauty took me off guard initially, but she's such a spiteful little badass that I completely fell in love with her. I CANNOT WAIT to see more of her characterization, especially into season two. perfection.

Percy burning the blue jelly beans- the thing he'd miss most- out in the middle of the woods at night in a damn can, just to pray to his MOTHER. *sobbing intensifies* i couldn't ask for a more sweet, heartfelt, honest moment. the perfect addition. 10s across the board

Percy's ANGER. OH BOY this was one of my most favorite parts. I feel like we see Percy as a very happy-go-lucky kid altogether but I loved, LOVED to see his frustration and agitation from the very beginning. Everything is so confusing and foreign and all he knows is that 1. he's been betrayed or left behind by everyone he knows and 2. he's been ignored his whole life by his godly parent. His mission is to MAKE HIS DAD SEE PERCY, at ANY COST. Before he even knows who his dad is. He is entitled to feel ALL of this anger and hurt and resentment!!!!!!!

Annabeth calling Percy "sunshine". TOTAL CULTURAL RESET. I gasped. The dawn of a new age of Percabeth. I will be screaming into my pillow about this for the foreseeable future.

The entire characterization of Percy throughout the capture the flag scene. His contrast of being just a kid- flossing (lol), peeing the woods, petting a gecko, just vibing and hanging out VS. being thrown suddenly into attack from his peers that don't care about the rules, surprising himself and everyone around him with his finesse in battle, quick instincts, swordsmanship..... i'm weak fr. I can't wait to see him grow, train, become stronger and more confident.

Overall, I'm entirely floored and beyond happy. I can't wait to see more. 10/10

#percy jackson #pjotv #pjotv spoilers #percy jackson spoilers #percabeth #walker scobell #annabeth chase #leah sava jeffries #grover underwood #clarisse la rue #luke castellan #brain so rotted its unspeakable #good lord #THE ADAPATION WE DESERVE #please dm me if u want to talk more im foaming at the damn mouth

[brianskangs]

"Even if everything is broken, I’ll guard you Don’t be anxious, I’m here for you Look at me smiling, it’s my all for you" — 끝까지 안아 줄게 Guard You (Young K)

#day6 #youngk #young k #kang younghyun #mgroupsedit #dsfkjhaksdj not me taking more than 2 hours for these 8 gifs #sir young k kang younghyun i love u with my entire being...... its true #ill guard u with my entire life <3 #* #1k

[onlyswan]

many moons | jjk

summary: your father sets off to find a way to get you the moon, not realizing he has already given it to you.

royalguard!jk x princess!reader, strangers to lovers

fluff, angst a bit, slightly suggestive / wc: 11.2k

warnings: brings up death but we r good dw, kisses nd making out, hickeys, they’re jus two lovers in love <3 :] + jk nose appreciation . this is rlly self indulgent fluff i think

note: hello. LOOK AT JUNGKOOK HE IS SO DREAMY OH MYGOD moving on this idea jus came to me very randomly 😭 this is based from the little fairytale many moons by james thurber <3 obv i changed a lot of things but the gist of the story is there mostly in first 1/4 hehe :] that’s all . lmk what u think ^__^

—

“my daughter, tell me what i must do for you to be healed from your illness. i will do absolutely anything to bring back the days you used to live in the garden… my sweet, sweet daughter who loved the children and was adored by the townspeople.” your father weeps pitifully, kneeling on the floor beside your king-sized bed.

his hands hold one of yours in a tight grip, scared that you might disappear out of thin air if he were to let go.

he has called all the doctors within your ruling, and even kingdoms from far and wide. he has tried all forms of entertainment. magic, theater, and the arts. he resorted to allowing spells to be casted upon you, but you only grew sicker as the days passed. the bright light in your eyes your father once adored, the only source of inspiration and motivation in his life, has died out. you are his only family left. his most precious treasure. and he would do anything in power as the king to give you a joyful and comfortable life.

you stay quiet the entire time he cries out, your eyes looking far, far away. several royal guards stand on the grounds below your balcony as you wished your father to let you open the door and keep the curtains drawn, providing extra security for you to gaze at the moon longingly every night. the moon, your very best friend. the moon, who watches over you and smiles when you try to catch it in the palm of your hand. the moon, who changes in shape, gradually, from crescent to full - giving you hope that someday soon, you will become full once again. the moon, who you want to take with you everywhere you go.

“i will get you anything your heart desires.” the king says. “is there anything your heart desires?”

“father, the moon.” your voice soft, but weak. “bring me the moon, and i will be healed.”

the king perks up upon hearing your voice. you barely speak these days (it makes the pain worse), therefore it’s a delight for him in the rare occasions that you do. you make it count, he thinks to himself as you’ve given him a glimmer of hope in the brink of him giving up.

he stands up and dusts his knees, fixing his clothes to make himself look presentable again. and because he has many great wise men who have always gotten him everything he asks for, “then, my child, the moon you shall have.”

—

the next morning. the king calls his most trusted righthand man to the throne moon. tall, well-built, and has the strength of a thousand horses. dressed in a thick bronze armor. anything he asks for, the man brings a day or two after. his deep, low voice echoes and ripples as he greets the king.

“i want the moon.” the king demands. “the princess wants the moon. she will get well once it is in her possession.”

“the moon?” the man exclaims, his eyes widening.

“yes, the moon.” the king confirms. “m-o-o-n. the moon. the princess must have it as soon as possible. by today or tomorrow.”

the man wipes the sweat on his forehead. “i have got a great many things for you in my time, your majesty. ivory, apes, and peacocks, rubies, opals, and emeralds, black orchids, pink elephants, and blue poodles, gold bugs, scarabs, and flies in amber, hummingbirds’ tongues, angels’ feathers, and unicorns’ horns, giants, midgets, and mermaids, frankincense, ambergris, and myrrh, troubadors, minstrels, and dancing women.”

“i don’t remember any blue poodles?”

“they went under my care after you asked for a different pet, my king.” the man answers, pulling out a photo of himself with two blue poodles sitting on his lap. the king squints, then shrugs with a grimace on his face.

“anyhow, what i want now is the moon.”

as much as he hates not being able to get something for the king, he doesn’t want to make a promise he knows he won’t be able to keep. “i have crossed countries to get things for you, my king. however, the moon is out of the question. it is 35,000 miles away and it is bigger than the room the princess lies in. furthermore, it is made of molten copper. i cannot get the moon for you. blue poodles, yes; the moon, no.”

the king flies into a rage and orders him to leave the room and to bring in the royal wizard.

the royal wizard is a short, thin man with a long face. he wore a high red peaked hat covered with silver stars, and a long blue robe covered with golden owls. his face grows pale when the king tells him that he wants the moon for his daughter, and that he expects the royal wizard to get it.

“nobody can get the moon,” the royal wizard says nervously. “it is 150,000 miles away, and it is made of green cheese, and it is twice as big as the palace.”

the king flies into another rage and sends the royal wizard back to his cave. then he summons the royal mathematician next.

“i want you to figure out how to get the moon for the princess. when she gets the moon, she will be well again.”

“the moon is 300,000 miles away,” says the royal mathematician. “it is round and flat like a coin, only it is made of asbestos, and it is half the size of this kingdom. furthermore, it is pasted on the sky. nobody can get the moon.”

the king flies into still another rage and sends the royal mathematician away. he sinks into his throne in despair. “every time i ask someone for the moon, it gets larger and farther away. nobody can get it for my princess. i am a useless father.”

the royal guards standing in the room hang their head. they have been watching him bend himself backwards to make his daughter all better, but nothing has worked.

the king’s day gets even worse when he is informed that for past weeks, visitors from surrounding kingdoms have been made victims of the rampant thieves in the public market. seemingly, non-residents are the targeted victims of these bandits. perhaps to purposely taint the name of the kingdom and damage its relationship with neighboring kingdoms. the news has reached their respective kings, and he has to reach out to them personally to apologize and make up for the crime done against their people.

—

you awake early in the morning when your father knocks on your door, and with a frail voice, you invite him to come in.

a tall young man with dark hair, probably the same age as you or a few years older, trails behind him wearing a uniform similar to those of the royal guards, but with contrasting differences. amidst your confusion regarding his identity, you can’t help but to admit that he is undeniably one of the most beautiful people you have ever seen.

“i apologize for disturbing you this early, my princess. i have to depart on a long journey to take care of matters with our neighboring kingdoms, to preserve our allyship with them. the council will hold down the fort while i’m gone. it might take weeks, even months.” he strokes your hair fondly, and your eyes threaten to close from the drowsiness still resting in your spine.

“have you gotten me the moon yet?”

“regretfully, i haven’t. but as i go along this journey, i will also find a way to give you the moon. no matter what happens, my child.”

you feel a tug in your heart, but you still force a smile to avoid further hurting your father. your condition has affected him drastically, and you will carry that guilt for as long as you live. “don’t worry about me, father. i will wait for you however long it takes. please stay safe and healthy in your journey.”

he tries to speak, but the lump in his throat restricts him from doing so. he only nods, holding back his tears. he hates showing how weak he is. he wants you to trust in him that everything will be okay. he doesn’t want to further break your spirit.

“by the way, this is jungkook.” the king finally introduces the young man beside him.

“it’s my honor to serve you, your highness.” jungkook bows to you as a sign of respect.

“i know you don’t like royal guards loitering around your room. however, with the continuous crimes in our kingdom, i’m afraid someone might endanger your life while i’m away. from now on, jungkook will be watching over you and only you. he is well-trained and trusted, since he is also the son of our head chef of two decades.”

you still hate the idea of a pair of eyes watching over you 24/7, be it some doe eyes that naturally sparkles belonging to a beautiful boy. but your father is doing this for his peace of mind as well, so you bite your tongue from complaining. with a kiss on your forehead, the king leaves the room, and then his territory.

—

jungkook has a sweet smile, you observed for the first two weeks. you don’t hate his presence as much as you thought you would. he smiles whenever you call his name. he guards the door of your room from outside, occasionally he comes in to inspect your room and balcony. sometimes you ask him to stay to keep you company as you read or draw. he helps you come back to bed after your bath even though it’s wendy’s, your servant, job.

“you may leave, wendy. thank you.” you say as you sit down on your bed. she bows and leaves the room.

jungkook notices the drops of water still dripping from the ends of your hair. he hands you a towel from the top of the cabinet. “your hair is still wet, your highness. it might be uncomfortable for you to lay down.” you stare at his extended hand. he swallows nervously. “shall i call wendy for you?”

you shake your head and turn your back on him. a few seconds of silence as he tries to understand what you want him to do. “i give you permission to touch me.”

“princess?” he stutters, but sits down on the space behind you to comply. “are you sure?”

“go on. before my headache comes.” you encourage him, straightening your back to make it easier for him since he’s much taller than you. you can’t help but to smile at how gentle he is, as if losing a strand of your hair would be an unforgivable crime.

“i won’t break, you know? i’m very weak, but i won’t fall into pieces.”

“your highness, your strength is admirable.” jungkook says with utmost sincerity. he hears you from the outside, when you scream and cry at the splitting headache that comes in waves. the servant tends to you, and you drink medicine that alleviates the pain. you encounter this pain almost everyday. it comes randomly, until it started hindering you from doing your day to day activities. you hate it the most when it visits you while you eat.

it’s nauseating. exhausting. infuriating. it makes you want to die. but most of all, it pains you how your condition has negatively affected others as well. money, resources, time, energy, effort. all wasted on you. they say you are the princess after all, you deserve the best of care. but you don’t count yourself special or important. you’re just like everyone else, a person with imperfections and dreams and hopes. and alas, you had succumbed to the limits of being a human.

“thank you, jungkook.” strength? you have no more left of that, but you also amaze yourself when you survive each passing day. “you can talk to me casually. like wendy does. it’s more comfortable for me as well.”

“princess-”

you interrupt him by speaking your name. you repeat it once more. “you can call me by my name like i do yours, jungkook.”

it feels foreign on his tongue, but it’s the sweetest song you’ve ever heard. you both smile without the other knowing. the daffodils crowded in a vase on your nightstand let out a dreamy sigh at the sight.

—

wendy wipes the sweat off your forehead, down to your temples and collarbones as you cry against your pillow. you don’t- you don’t have the energy to scream today. it’s too painful for you to scream. it’s the type of pain that paralyzes even your tongue, every nerve in your body. you want to get rid of your head and find a brand new one. how wonderful would that be?

“it will be over soon. the king shall come back with the moon, and this will be over.” says wendy earnestly, stroking your back in a futile attempt to console you. you grip the sheets tighter, cold hands trembling as the waves slowly wash down. you force yourself to look at the night sky where the moon lies. the pearls falling from your eyes twinkle against the moonlight.

“wendy, would it be selfish of me to say i no longer want to be saved?”

silence falls upon for you a moment. with a heavy heart, wendy says, “absolutely not. the princess has never been selfish for a day in her life.”

—

jungkook is mesmerized by the way you hold the pencil. your hand never seizes even when your eyes are not on your sketchpad, but the subject. the subject being the plate of fruits they served you an hour ago. strawberries, grapes, mangoes, and bananas.

“do you want some fruits?” you ask him out of nowhere, breaking the thick silence in your room accompanied by the rustling of leaves and birds chirping outside.

“what?”

you snort at how blunt his accent sounds, far from the purposely low and formal tone he used to talk with. “the fruits. help yourself.” he doesn’t move from his spot. you finally tear your eyes away from your sketchpad and look at him with wide eyes. “go on. don’t worry, i’m done drawing.”

“aren’t you going eat them?” he asks worriedly, thinking about how you also barely touched your breakfast.

you shake your head. “however, i can’t finish everything. so you have to help me not waste food.” you set down your sketchpad next to the plate, popping a green grape in your mouth as jungkook seats infront of you. you smile in amusement at how awkward and stiff he looks.

“you can make yourself comfortable. like you’ve been visiting a friend’s house everyday for the past month. it’s only me here.”

you are very kind and friendly, jungkook thinks. you speak to everyone as if they’re a longtime friend and you want them to feel comfortable around you as much as possible, despising being treated like you’re a fragile piece of glass. you love people, that’s why he knows you must’ve been feeling excruciatingly lonely since you’ve fallen ill. and so he also pulls a green gape from its stem and lets the sweet nectar spread on his tongue.

“try the strawberries! they are the most delicious, from the farm half a kilometer to the right of the public market. i used to go strawberry picking there. i miss mister kim dearly.” your voice starts out cheery, then gradually turns sad. you bite off half of the strawberry you’re holding.

“oh, i used to visit mister kim’s farm too! my mother likes visiting the farms she personally gets fresh ingredients from and i tag along.”

a sweet smile forms on your lips at the mention of jungkook’s mother, and he is swept off his feet. “your mother is the best. i have never had an unsatisfactory meal in my life. never.”

“i count myself very lucky to eat her cooking everyday as well. she’s been trying out new recipes to serve you, princess.”

“oh, this is my first time hearing about that! i’m excited to taste them when they are ready to be served. i’m sure they will be scrumptious.”

you brush off the title. it would take some time for him to get entirely comfortable with you like you hope, and it can be something for you to look forward to. you don’t have much to look forward to these days.

jungkook can’t help but to casually take a glance at your sketchpad. he is thoroughly impressed by your drawing style. the attention to detail and shading at the all right places, the addition of doodles, how it reflects on your character.

you notice it, of course. “what do you think?”

he looks up to you, surprised of getting caught. he smiles sheepishly. “you are very talented. i see you drawing everyday, so my curiosity has been growing.”

you place the sketchpad on his lap. “feel free to browse through them. it would be nice for other people to see my drawings other than wendy. she must be getting tired of them.” you laugh lightly, biting on another strawberry.

“oh, i count this as a big honor. i draw and paint myself, and i know how our works can be extremely personal to us. thank you for trusting me.” his pretty doe eyes become wider, and you can’t help but to admire them. your hands itch to draw them and keep it in your memory box. to learn that he draws and paints leaves you even more deeply captivated by him. on top of his obvious skills in martial arts (he has a very impressive physique, 100% trusts him with your life) and swordsmanship, the requirements needed to serve as a royal guard in the kingdom.

“wow, you are an all-rounder. how can you be talented in so many areas of art?” you start gushing as he flips through your works. there are many drawings of the public market - the vendors, the products for sale, the children playing games on the dusty ground. different angles of the garden, the large swing hidden at the back of the castle, two birds hugging on a branch of a cherry tree. he paints them with colors in his mind, and they come to life as the bustling public market and a windy spring day. “what do you usually paint?”

“it varies, of course. since we live in a town with diverse and abundant blessings of nature, they are the main inspiration of my paintings. i guess we can say my works mostly lean towards the impressionism approach and technique. however, there are also times when i go the opposite way - i use bright colors and abstract shapes. it doesn’t depict anything particular in the real world, but only the image and meaning it has in my mind. i accept commissions, too. i like that my passion is also a source of living. it doesn’t feel like a job.”

aside from wendy, jungkook is the only person you’ve had a proper conversation with for the past months. your father has restricted you to your bedroom after all the attempts to heal your headaches failed. you understood that he was afraid of you having an attack in the middle of a compromised situation where you either receive no help or the surrounding factors only worsen your condition.

you are entranced the whole time he speaks. eyes trailing to his eyes, nose, lips; his delicate fingers flipping through the pages of your works, softly tracing the drawing of a smiling baby holding a daisy.

you turn your head towards your open balcony, where the garden stretched out beyond your view looks more beautiful than the last time you set foot on it. it is autumn after all. the servants are hard at work sweeping the fallen leaves, but it proves to be fruitless as a gust of wind passes by and more leaves dance as they settle on the ground.

“your drawings are magnificent, princess. you have a good eye and very special talent.”

jungkook’s heart flutters when you look at him with wide eyes filled with a lust for life as you spoke, “what if i draw you, and you paint me? at the garden. tomorrow.”

the idea piques his interest, but he is aware that you haven’t gone out of the castle in quite a long time. the king didn’t particularly instruct him to permit you from leaving, he reasons with himself. but he still can’t help but to worry.

“at the garden? what if you get a headache in the middle of it?”

“then we let it pass, and we continue again. if i don’t get out of this room soon, my illness won’t be the one to kill me, but the boredom will.”

you look so excited and hopeful, thirsty for a taste of the arts and life outside. how can he say no to you?

“then why not today?” he tilts his head, and you break out into a smile.

“the sun is about to set and your shift will be over soon. i don’t want to take up your free time. anyway, i love autumn mornings.”

you love autumn mornings, he makes a mental note. there’s no use in denying he would also like to spend the whole day with you, so he agrees. and he knows he made the right decision when your face lights up, the happiest he has ever seen you.

—

wendy watches from the other side of the tall castle doors as you drag jungkook by his forearm, happily running through the garden as you both carry your respective art materials. as if you didn’t fall asleep at 4am through your pounding headache clutching at her servant’s uniform. you woke up with a smile on your face, telling her that you’re spending time with jungkook at the garden today. and she didn’t have the heart to interject. she has been a silent observer. she has seen the stolen glances, the shy smiles, the casual attempts of keeping his presence with you.

your giggles are contagious, like a song that can lift up anyone’s mood. the royal garden is almost like a maze with how vast it is and how diverse the species of plants are. he understands how you grew up to be a person filled with wonder, love, and positivity. you practically lived here instead of your room since you were a child, he remembers his mother talking about you fondly.

you both set down your materials against a tree. you slip off your shoes, leaving them behind as you waltz around the garden, gathering flowers. your dress that stops above your ankles flows gracefully, and your hair slightly blows from the wind. he picks up your shoes and follows you idly.

“do you want to hold flowers in the painting?” he asks curiously. the various colors of dahlias catch his attention, and he can’t help to touch a pink one in admiration.

“do you want me to?” you turn to look at him, hands occupied by lavender, larkspur, baby’s breath, and eucalyptus. “this is for your flower crown.” you smile when you notice he’s not very sure how to respond. “i’ll make it for you. you’ll look pretty in it. don’t worry!”

pretty. that’s not an adjective usually used to compliment a man, but it made him feel flattered more than he expected.

jungkook is leaning against the tree, switching between watching the wonderful view of the garden and you, who is keeping your focus on creating his flower crown.

“be careful with the wire.” he reminds you for the fifth time which makes you giggle. “do you need some help?”

you shake your head. “i want to finish it on my own. i’m gathering small victories today. stepping out of the castle, making a flower crown, drawing a pretty adonis.”

your words sure does something to him. his nose scrunches in shyness. “you’re doing so well, princess.”

“thank you, pretty adonis.”

in all honesty, you’re slightly on edge. he hasn’t seen you cry and curl up in pain, and it would be embarrassing if the headache hits in the middle of your artsy autumn day. but you try your best to brush it off to make the most out of this rare occasion granted to you.

you place the flower crown on his head, fixing up the hair infront of his eyes a little. “yay, it’s finished!”

“how do i look? pretty?” he gives you a bunny smile, and you resist the urge to pinch his cheeks.

“pretty,” you answer. “do you want to see? let’s go to the pond!” you don’t let him answer. you immediately stand up and tug at his forearm again, and eventually you’re dragging him on the other side of the garden.

you bend down together to look at your reflections. he looks at himself from both left and right, delicately tucking his hair behind his ear. “you made a beautiful flower crown, princess. have you always made them?” you hum as an answer, too busy looking at all the fishes swimming around the pond. you haven’t seen them in forever.

“let’s go out again tomorrow and feed the fishes. i haven’t done that in so long.”

“of course. whatever makes the princess happy.”

“aren’t you glad you no longer have to stand in one place for the whole day anymore? i imagine you were becoming inanimate from the extreme boredom.” truly, you felt bad for him. standing outside on the hallway and getting pushed aside by servants when you ring the bell signalling the pain is at its worst and you need attending to, to having to continue standing there on guard as your weeping crawls through the cracks of your door. then standing inside your room beside the door or the balcony, as you knit or read or study or draw - striking up small talks here and there or taking a nap.

“i must admit, i am enjoying the garden more than the castle hallway.” he chuckles, feeling lighter after seeing how the flower crown looked on him. “you look more beautiful with the sunlight on your face.”

it’s his turn to make you blush. you lightly hit his arm jokingly. “my room’s poor lighting does not do my beauty justice, does i- fuck!” you lose your balance for a bit, almost falling in the pond but jungkook’s fast reflexes saves you from complete embarrassment.

you both fall on your asses on the ground, chest heaving from the shock. you look at each other before you burst out laughing. “i didn’t know you use curse words!”

“of course i do. just don‘t tell my father! he uses them but prohibits me from doing the same. a hypocrite.”

he fakes a gasp and shocked face. you giggle. “we’re all a bit hypocrital, don’t you think? i know i am.”

“i think so too.” he admits with a laugh. it’s his turn to grab your forearm to pull you up, but you stay rooted in your place and look up to him. you capture a mental image of how he looks tall from this angle, how he is blocking the sun, and how he is holding the flower crown to his head to prevent it from falling. then you let him pull up your weight.

—

you came back to your previous spot under the tree with jungkook leaning on it, and you sitting directly infront of him, the closest you’ve ever been. you wanted to focus on drawing the details of his face.

“you have a defined jaw. like of the greek gods. it’s attractive. i like it.”

“thank you.” he smiles. again. your bluntness is refreshing, at the same time a little overwhelming. he has heard a lot of things about you, with you being the princess of the land and all. the smile on your face never leaves. you play with children and buy them food. you like listening to the townspeople’s folk stories. and everyone is fond of you. he finally understands why, it’s because of your transparent honesty. it is, without a doubt, what draws everyone into you.

he is mesmerized by the way the sunlight kisses your skin, and how blissfully unaware you are of your surroundings as you immerse yourself in your drawing. and him, the muse. “i also like your nose.”

“really? that’s the first compliment it has gotten. my family teases me that i’m adopted because i’m the only one who has a big nose.”

you react as if it’s the most ridiculous thing you have ever heard. “what? it’s perfect! it’s my favorite feature of your face!”

“you like it that much?“ if you keep going at this rate, he doesn’t think he won’t be able to stop himself from liking you.

you flip the sketchpad and show your progress so far, mostly finished with his face and hair, with only rough outlines of his neck and the flower crown yet. “how is it so far?”

he tilts his head. “you have golden hands. i think drawing jungkook looks better than the real jungkook.”

“not true. you give me too much credit.” you wave him off, biting your lower lip as you continue with drawing.

you learn some things about him as you busy yourself. he crossed a rainbow in his dream last night. his favorite color is black. his brother recently got married and is having a baby in seven months. the fortune teller said it’s going to be a girl. their father got slightly disappointed. every father wants a son and every grandfather wants a grandson. that’s how it is in this world.

“my father was also the same. but he said he had a change of heart when i spoke my first word.”

“what was your first word?”

“king.” you answer with a laugh. you’re not sure yourself if it was sarcastic or not. jungkook looks at you with an emotion you can’t name, but you keep the smile on your face and show him the finished drawing. “i’m finished. we can have lunch now.”

he takes it from your hand to inspect it from a much closer angle. you hold your breath in anticipation. your eyes land on the tattoos on his right hand. you start wondering if they’re also his own drawings. “i love it. i can’t explain it well, but also looking at your other drawings, you see something special in every person and you incorporate that in a special way in your works.”

jungkook is the first person to make you feel truly seen, you think, as you spend more days in the garden bathing in each other’s artistic bliss. he taught you how to use watercolors one day, you drew the pond and he did a painting of it the next. you made it a daily thing to feed the fishes. your drawings of him are kept neatly in between the pages of his treasured journal under his pillow at home. a painting of you laying down on the swing as you read a book hangs on the wall outside your room. and another of you looking down from your balcony hangs beside your vanity. he refused the money you tried to give for his service, claiming that his pay as your guard is already more than enough. today, he paints another one of you holding a white lily against your chest on the first snowfall.

“lily is the flower of death. this is the most alive i’ve felt in a long time. i want everyone to remember me like this. for when the time comes, no matter how old i am.”

he despises the idea of such a beautiful soul departing the earth. it makes his stomach turn. but you were smiling as you said those words, and behind that smile he knows you’re still suffering inside. the headaches started to only come at night, you told him. that’s why you take a lot of naps in the garden, guarded by him, of course.

in all honestly, you have started to feel like the moon is mocking you, for being high up in the sky while you can barely lift your head up from your pillow. and you’re not quite sure if you still want it anymore. but everyone is trying their best for you. your father has exhausted all options. and wanting the moon is giving them hope that perhaps you will still get better.

“aren’t you cold?” he worriedly asks, the hand holding the paintbrush pausing. you’re wearing a thick matching sky blue hat and coat over a long white dress, feet covered by brown winter boots. your gloved hands patiently holds the white lily.

you smile and scrunch your nose when a snowflake lands on it, shaking your head. “no? don’t i look like a winter fairy?”

“you are the fairy of every season.”

“poetic,” you tease him. “and because of that, i’ll personally make you hot chocolate in the royal kitchen.”

and that you did. after the painting session, you waltz into the royal kitchen and make two mugs of hot chocolate. his mother holds your hand as the running cold water soothes the burn on your fingers, from when you accidentally touched a pot fresh from the fire. you hang your head in embarrassment.

jungkook sees you from afar, both hands occupied. he puts down the paintbrush after adding some finishing touches to the painting. the sky has turned grey, and the lamps light up one by one as you approach the swing.

you hand him the mug filled almost to the brim, and sit down holding yours, filled only halfway. he is about to take a sip before, “blow on it first. i don’t want you to burn your mouth.” his slightly opened lips slowly pucker up, blowing lightly on the hot beverage. what an adorable idiot.

he takes a sip once he deems it warm, face lighting up at the sweet delightful taste washing over his tongue. his body and heart instantly feel warmer. you also take a sip from your mug while looking at his reaction. “i like how it has the right amount of sweetness. my mother goes a little overboard with it sometimes.”

you laugh loudly at his unexpected confession. to expose such information regarding the head chef to the princess is ballsy. you’ve grown significantly closer to each other, the distances between you getting smaller as days pass by. “don’t tell her i said that though! she doesn’t talk to me for weeks when she gets upset!”

“i’m not sure. it might come up one of these days. she was there when i made these.” you speak in a sing-song voice, swinging your feet back and forth.

he stifles a gasp, putting a hand over his heart in pretend pain. “you’re not going to betray me like this, are you?”

“you know i like talking to people. you should think before y-”

it lasts for a few seconds, his plush pink lips against yours. it is sudden, but you swear time stops, until he pulls away slightly breathless. “is that the only way to keep you from talking?”

you blink, still processing what he had done. your grip on the handle of the mug tightens. and then you nod, eyes meeting his, then down to his lips. “do it again. until i become sick of it.”

since when has hot chocolate made a person drunk? or is he simply drunk on you? he gets his answer when he kisses you again, and this time, you respond with a much more intense fervor. of course, it’s you.

—

“you can’t take painkillers tonight. you know you can only have them every now and then. too much is always harmful.”

your shoulders drop at wendy’s words, hands coming up to your pounding head. you feel the tears start to surface. “wendy?”

“what?” she fixes the pillows behind your back.

“you know how i’ve been spending everyday with jungkook?”

“i know. you started autumn, and it’s already winter.”

you bite back a smile through your pain, wiping away the tears that escaped. “it’s weird. i feel alive and healthy when i’m with him, but once he’s out of sight, that’s when the pain comes. it doesn’t make much sense to me.” she pulls up your fluffy blanket all the way to your chest, climbing up on your bed to watch over you. wendy is in her middle 20’s. and she has been spending it taking care of you. you feel guilty robbing off her golden years.

“does it hurt?” she strokes your head with delicate hands.

“hurts so much that i feel numb to it.” it also affects your hearing, like you’re submerged underwater. you close your eyes to lessen the workload your brain is dealing with. it is suffering enough. “i don’t want to conclude that he makes the pain go away. i admit that i like him more than a friend. so i don’t want to reduce his presence in my life to a cure. he is much more special than that.”

“then don’t, my love. you feel alive and happy when you’re with him. just leave it at that, and don’t overanalyze it.” she glances at the single lily in the vase placed on your nightstand. “continue being happy. that’s the true cure.”

—

your upper body slumps over the giant ball of snow, the very bottom of the snowman you and jungkook are making. except he is the only one making the next one because you already got tired from the one you’re resting on.

he is sitting on the ground, the red beanie with a fluffball on the top sitting on his head stands out in the white wonderland. you made him ditch the itchy guard uniform when the weather started to get colder, before the snow even fell. he wears overalls when he paints. it’s your favorite on him. you watch him gather snow from around him with an amused smile. whatever it is he does, he does diligently. protecting you, painting you, making a snowman with you.

while he keeps himself busy, you remove yourself from the big lump of snow. you use it as a hiding spot, crouching behind it to make some snowballs without him seeing. he gets a bit nervous when he sees that you’re not where you’ve been for the past fifteen minutes.

he calls out your name. you don’t move a muscle. “where did you go?!” he stands up to begin searching for you, and it serves as the perfect opportunity for you to hit him with your snowballs, made with care and affection. one hits him on the shoulder, the other on his stomach. he clutches it in shock, wide doe eyes looking at your laughing figure in horror.

“you’re going to pay for this!” you scream and run for your life when he starts chasing you with the big ball of snow he has been working on, two sets of different footprints drawing an image of a wonderful time all over the royal garden.

you thought that you can make your great escape to the castle, but your feet eventually give up and you fall down on your back. he finds you making a snow angel when he finally catches up to you. he drops the giant snowball to lay beside you, copying your movements and moving his limbs back and forth.

both your giggles fill the chilly air, and you can see your breath.

“jungkook?”

he hums in question.

your heart feels like it’s going to jump out of your chest. but you’re feeling carefree and bold. “i think you already know, but i really like you.”

his body hovers over you, his face so close to yours. he gives you his famous bunny smile. “i know. i really like you too.” you pull him by the collar for a kiss, his lips slightly chappy from the cold but you couldn’t care less. it feels so good to have someone this close, this sweet. his tongue begs for entrance, and without inhibition, you let him meet yours.

you pull away biting your lower lip, suddenly feeling warm all over. and you can’t fight the urge to also give his nose a kiss.

he haven’t told you this yet, but he likes it when you do that. “you might like my nose an abnormal amount.”

you smile shyly. “i told you it’s my favorite part.”

“while we’re in the topic, we lost the carrot nose for the snowman.”

you groan at his statement. “it’s your turn to steal from the kitchen.”

—

the plants slowly recover from the winter season and the flowers that died are ready to sprout again for the spring. the headaches have gradually become less intense and less frequent - manageable to a degree. the royal physician said that you look much healthier than the last time he saw you, and that the fresh air is doing you good. from a corner, jungkook was relieved to hear that. you are finally getting better.

you think about your father, who must be traversing the entire country to find someone who can get you the moon. you pray that he comes home soon, for you no longer need the moon, but a father.

today, with a basket hanging on your forearm, you drag jungkook’s hand until you step out of the castle gate. you chirp out a good afternoon and the royal guards bow down automatically. with a radiant look on your face, you say, “i need to buy some things from the market.”

you are practically prancing during the entire walk. “what are we shopping for?” he asks in curiosity, two steps behind you as you casually twirl in the middle of the path.

“fresh bread. pencils. ribbons. maybe new shoes! or dress?”

you sound so enthusiastic, and you are where jungkook finds joy these days. he feels honored to be a part of your first times in forever. as much as it makes him sound like a lovesick fool, he’d let you drag him to the ends of the earth.

you squeal in excitement when you see a grey bunny run through the bushes, quickly pointing it to him. “bunnies are so adorable!”

he catches up to you, sliding his hand on your waist. you look down on it and hide a tight-lipped smile. “do you want one as a pet?”

“we had bunnies before, but one bit my father’s finger so they were banned inside the castle.” you continue walking as you tell him the story. a few passersby look at you with recognition. “it was his fault though! he hurt it while playing around. i love him, but he can be quite ridiculous at times.”

he chuckles at your whiny voice. “relationships with parents are complicated. they do many things that are not agreeable, but the love stands out at the end of the day.” you nod along to his words, since you’ve heard about his arguments with his parents as well.

“i’m worried about him. it’s been months and months.”

he gives you delicate head pats to comfort you. “he will come home soon. he won’t let his daughter miss him too much.” that gains him a kiss on the nose.

he scratches the back of his head, and you giggle at his bashfulness. “you are insufferable.”

—

jungkook looks at you and the accessories stand vendor back and forth as you agree with whatever the other is saying.

“a woman can also buy her lover a ring, right jungkook?”

“right, your highness! exactly!” the middle-aged woman butts in, eager to sell her products to the princess. this can attract more customers, she thinks as people take a second to stop and watch you.

you take jungkook’s big hand in yours, sliding a silver ring in each of his three longest fingers. “so do you want the bear, the engraved crescent moons, or this plain black circle?” you grab another ring on the red clothed table and show him. “this dagger one looks good too.” he gives you his other hand voluntarily, and it fits just right on his index finger. he takes his time looking at each ring before reaching a decision.

“i like the dagger and the moon the best.”

“yes, yes. very neat choices. you chose a man with exquisite taste, princess.” the vendor rambles, handing him two velvet boxes for his chosen rings. you open your basket and he drops them inside. you move on to other stands after paying.

you lace your hands with him to not lose each other in the sea of crowd. you smile at everyone who greets you and ignore the knowing looks they send at your interlaced hands. the princess stepping out of the castle in more than a year, holding hands with a man of no royal position. you know that’s what they’re thinking. people thrive off gossip afterall.

he shows you his ring clad hand, the one also decorated with ink. his sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, a few tattoos scattered on his forearm. “i appreciate the rings you bought me. i shall wear them everyday from now on.”

“i’m glad you like them. i’ll get upset if i see you not wearing them.” you warn him jokingly.

you buy the things you intended to get. pencils from your usual stationery shop. a new dress from a shop you haven’t seen before. one of jungkook’s favorite things about you is when you twirl, and your dress flows naturally. it’s a habbit of yours that has grown on him. then ribbons from your cousin’s small business stand. she spends quite some time hugging you and teasing you about jungkook, until you bring up her past lover. apparently they broke up in autumn.

you use a purple ribbon right away, typing the upper half of your hair. “pretty?”

jungkook tucks your hair behind your ear. “pretty,” and then he’s leading you somewhere without saying anything.

“hey! where are we going?”

he brings in the middle of an alley, hidden from the crowd of prying eyes. you lean on the wall and set down your basket on the ground, now feeling the slight pain on your feet from all the walking. “i haven’t kissed you today.” he juts out his bottom lip, craving some more affection today.

so he asks for kisses now. you have come a long way and it makes you giddy. “come kiss me then, lover boy.” with a hand on the side of your neck and the other around your waist pulling you closer to his body, he kisses you deeply. you clutch at the cloth of his shirt to ground yourself, getting lost in the way he is making you feel. every kiss only gets better, only drives you crazier.

being free is different from being liberated. in a world where women experiencing simple pleasures is discussed in hushed conversations, you found a man who is more than willing to indulge you. and you welcome him with open arms. his lips trail down to your jaw until they reach your neck, placing kisses before sinking his teeth into your skin, soothing it with a lick of his tongue.

you breath out his name shakily, hand tugging at his dark locks when he then starts to suck and play with his tongue. “hmm, that feels good.” his actions shoot pleasure through your spine, tingles all over your body like you’ve never felt before. once he’s satisfied with the marks he left, he kisses you on the lips again. you feel him tug at the ribbon behind your head, letting your long hair fall down. he pulls away with a cheeky smile on his face, using your hair to cover up the hickeys he left on your neck.

“you did more than just kiss.” the sight of your blown pupils awakens something in him, but he holds down his masculine urges.

“did you like it?” he brushes your hair using his fingers. you nod your head, arms wrapping around his waist for an embrace. “do it again next time.”

he leans his cheek on the top of your head. “for my love.”

—

the last thing in the list is bread. the vendor at the bread stand is an unfamiliar face which saddens you, but you do what you’ve done so many times before and buy off the entire day’s worth of their different kinds of bread. you put some in your basket. then distribute the others to the children playing nearby, the children selling trinkets and lanterns and homemade treats.

you think you start falling deeper for jungkook as you watch him interacting with them, carrying a three-year-old against his hip and feeding her tiny bites. a small boy tugs at your dress, mouth full and open palms. you laugh at his antics. “okay, here’s some more. share with your siblings, okay?” he nods obediently, running to his brothers and sisters hugging the food.

—

jungkook hasn’t processed how this happened. to be exact, you eating dinner with his parents in their house. they’re both warm and welcoming, keeping you entertained with stories about their children. his mother cooked the food, of course.

you walked back to the castle hand in hand, already at the gates when you suggested that you wanted to visit his home. and then suddenly he was in between you and his mother walking to the path towards their house. it was almost like a giant cottage, with vegetables planted at the front yard. it has five rooms, the three currently vacant with the rest of his siblings already married.

of course, his parents already know that the two of you are in a relationship. basically, the entire castle knows. but they keep you comfortable and treat you with utmost care, avoiding topics that will bring down your spirit.

the moon is peeking from the window, watching over the dinner table. he keeps looking at you with worry despite all the smiles and giggles.

“you can stay the night if you want, princess. it’s quite dangerous and scary outside if you walk all the way back to the castle.”

you look at jungkook for his approval of his mother’s suggestion, and he nods with a smile, stroking your hair. unconsciously, he gathers them to fall over your back, revealing the marks he left on you earlier. his father drinks some water to hide the smile on his face, and his mother elbows at his side to scold him. you stand up to get him more water when he chokes and gets into coughing fit. the mother and son nag at him for being careless.

you come out of the bathroom drying your hair with a towel, body clad in jungkook’s clothes. his shirt is almost like a dress, so it also works. he perks up from his seat, taking it upon himself to dry your hair instead. his parents already retreated to their room because they need to wake up early for work. “where do you want to sleep? my sister’s room is pink. do you wake up in the middle of sleeping from the headaches too?”

you shake your head. “beside you. and not anymore.”

“okay. i’ll watch over you until you fall asleep.” he kisses your temple from behind before reaching for your hand, bringing you to his room, the last door on the right.

your basket is resting on top of his organized but crowded desk. his bed is against the wall, just right for two people, with two pillows and a thick blanket. beside is a small cabinet with a lamp sitting on top of it. infront of the bed is a window with a view of the backyard - the clothing line, potted plants, and a field stretched forward for more than a hundred meters.

you choose to lay down on the spot beside the wall, it makes you feel safer.

“come to bed quickly. i want to hug.” you pout at jungkook, patting the space beside you. he places a pitcher of water and a glass on his desk.

“want to see something cool first?”

you squint at him in suspicion. “what is it?”

he flips down the light switch. in the midst of the pitch dark, a faint light coming from his ceiling catches your attention. “they’ve been there since i was six. but i’m too lazy to remove them even when i became an adult so they’re still there.”

you gape at the glow in the dark stars and the big crescent moon in the middle. you finally understand why he chose the ring engraved with crescent moons. he lays down next to you as you keep your eyes on the celestial bodies pasted on his ceiling. “no wonder you cross rainbows and talk to trees in your dreams. this is nice.”

he makes you use his arm as a pillow, and you put your arm over his stomach. “well, what do you dream about?”

“i usually don’t remember my dreams. the one that sticked out the most was when a troll my father kept in the dungeon escaped and chased after me.”

“god, that sounds horrible.” his body vibrates with his chuckles. “you smell like me.”

“well, you made me use your bath essentials.”

“i like it,” he hums, turning on his side to embrace you. and you’re glad that he did, because you gradually feel a headache looming over. your temples start to throb painfully. you swallow in panic. this has never happened with jungkook. this is the first time in the five months he’s been beside you. however, you stay quiet and only snuggle to him closer. no one can magically make it go away, you finally realized. not even him. and somehow, that makes you feel relieved.

there’s no other option but to let it pass, so you don’t want to put him in unnecessary distress. the forehead kiss he gives you is more than enough to get you by. you secretly wipe away the tears that escaped your eyes and eventually fall asleep an hour after him.

spending the night over at jungkook’s house became a regular thing, sleeping at the castle for only three nights a week. jungkook invited wendy to stay in one of the vacant rooms, but she declined even with your persuading.

you feel loved and cared for in their home, as if you are a part of their family. in contrast to silent dinners with your father sitting on the other side of the ridiculously long dinner table, dinners with the jeons are lively and filled with a feeling you can only call contentment. they don’t teach you that concept in the castle.

you and his father spend time together tending to their vegetables. carrots, cabbage, radish, potatoes, green onions, and more. jungkook occupies himself training with the punching bag in the corner when that happens.

“i used to train him when he was younger, but now he’s much stronger than me. it’s the most upsetting thing about growing old. brittle bones and declining muscles.” he shakes his head at the sight of his son trying to impress his girlfriend infront of his own father, but also lifts him up anyway.

in the afternoon, you visit the public market and help the children with their homework. teaching them together has shown you how long can jungkook’s patience run. he sighs when he’s starting to get annoyed with the unrecognizable doodles they paint on his arms with ink instead of learning how to count from eleven to twenty or why the plants need the sun. but you have a fun time with the game you play afterwards - guessing the things they drew on him.

your sleeping positions with jungkook also have new variations. one day you woke up with his head on your chest, and then the other on your back as you face the wall. sometimes when you’re feeling particularly needy, you lay on top of him. when you’re having a headache, he peppers your face with kisses and strokes your hair until you get tired and fall asleep through the pain.

“it’s significantly better than before. i don’t even cry anymore, see?” you use his hand to pat your eyes. “so don’t worry about me too much.”

“you don’t deserve this pain. i wish i can make it go away.”

“you do, when you hug me.” so he hugs you some more.

you playfully bit his nose once and he bit your cheek as revenge. the marks he loves leaving on you are also all over your chest now, and he stops when you tell him enough, his cherry lips meeting yours again. you’re addicted at how his hazy eyes drink you in after.

—

you and jungkook venture back to the castle at noon, noticing more royal guards on the grounds than usual. you quickly look at each other in confusion before you smile and greet them.

a worried wendy stands infront of the door, who then runs toward you once she recognizes your approaching figure. “the king has arrived! he’s been waiting for you!”

your body moves faster than your brain, your feet carrying you to the throne room as fast they can. his back is facing you, catching up with a few of the council members.

“father!” he turns at the sound of your voice echoing in the room, and you jump on him with a hug. with a gleeful laugh and teary eyes, he spins you around. when he sets you down, you hold him by the shoulders.

“father, i’ve been healing. my health has improved drastically, and i’m very much happy. so i don’t need the moon anymore. i feel guilty for taking you away from the people, the people who needs their king. why were you gone for so long?” sobs rip out from your throat, falling apart in your father’s arms. you reminisce of everything that you’ve gone through. all the unspoken words and the insurmountable grief for what was lost translates into unrelenting cries.

“i apologize, my child, for making you wait a long time. i wasn’t going to come home without the moon. we fought monsters to meet with sorcerers living in the darkest forests and deepest caves, but not a single one gave us a positive answer. along the journey, i heard the news that you’ve healed and is living amongst the people again.” his eyes meet with jungkook, who changed into his royal guard uniform in record time. jungkook stiffens in his bowing position at his next words. “i also learned that you’ve made a very good friend.”

you pull away from him, wiping your tears with the back of your hands and following his gaze. “oh, a very good friend. jungkook has never neglected me. i am happy and healthy, father. exactly the way you’ve been praying to the gods.”

the king starts laughing like a mad man once he realized that he unintentionally brought the two of you together, which then led to your healing. you didn’t need the moon, but only love and care.

the entire room looks at him in concern. the wince on your face makes the council members cough back their laughter.

“ah, this is nothing! i am just overjoyed and thankful to the heavens that all is well again. this calls for a feast!”

—

the king calls for jungkook in the library to personally talk to him in private. the celebration is open for the general public; therefore, the party is being held inside the castle all the way to the garden. they both watch you from the window, surrounded by little children infront of the desserts section.

“i am relieving you of your royal duties. after all, i only begged your mother to serve the princess for a few weeks. obviously, weeks became months.” he pats jungkook on the shoulder, a fond smile etched on his face. “what i ask of you now is to take care of her as her man. i am unlike other kings who wed their daughters to princes to gain more power. i value her happiness over that. i also respect her individuality and independence. i let her live a life outside the castle because i don’t want to limit her world to a neglectful father who can’t attend to his responsibilities.”

“your majesty, i vow to love and care for the princess for as long as i live. i will not give you a reason to disapprove of me. i will work hard to make myself a man worthy of your daughter.”

“you already are to me. you brought back her bright smile. look.” he encourages jungkook to look at you again, dancing with a little boy who has a rose in between his teeth. he can’t help but to also smile at the scene unfolding. “no relationship is perfect. there will come a time when you make her cry, and she makes you cry. so i need you to remember this; what’s most important is that you learn how to admit when it’s your mistake.”

the king’s advice leaves a mark on jungkook.

—

only he didn’t exactly envision himself crying like this - at the sight of you in a white dress, walking down the aisle holding a bouquet of pink roses and lilies, white daisies, and lavender. he looks over at his side in embarrassment, a hand over his mouth. his best man pats him on the back, nodding with his eyes closed as if to say ‘i understand it’s an emotional time, but get it together brother.’ the sun is blazing hot on this august day, also an expectant guest who attended the venue. the field behind jungkook’s house.

“i think he’s taking this way too seriously.”

“isn’t he just acting?”

“he should be an actor at the theater.”

“he looks funny!”

“shhh, quiet!” the little boy who took the role of the priest shushes the small crowd of seated children watching the play wedding.

when you reach the altar, you can’t help but to giggle at the sight of jungkook’s tear-stained face, a hand reaching out to wipe his cheeks dry. “are you joking or are you seriously crying?”

“i refuse to satisfy that question with an answer.” he catches your hand and places it on the crook of his arm, patting it gently. “now let’s get married.” the crowd cheers, and you look at them with a joking threat.

the ceremony commences. the priest straightens the glasses that he stole from his father, clearing his throat. “dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join this man and this woman in holy ma-” he stutters at the next word, squinting at his script. “matrino- matrimony.”

“you’re doing great.” you whisper to him.

“really? thank you.” he crouches and whispers back before standing up straight again. jungkook stifles a laugh.

“jungkook, do you take this woman to be your wife, to live together, to love her, to honor her, to comfort her, and to keep her in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?”

“i do,” he answers while looking at you, a cheeky smile forming on his lips.

“___, do you take this man to be your husband, to live together, to love him, to honor him, to comfort him, and to keep him in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?”

“i do,” you pinch his arm lightly when he winks at you.

the guests behind you start clapping and whistling. “kiss the bride!”

“just on the cheek! we’re children!”

“why cheek only? i want to see.”

the priest scolds them again, threatening to spray them with water. you bury your face in your hands at how outrageous this event is. “let them wear the rings first! we practiced this!”

you and jungkook face each other, the ring bearer entering the scene. on top of a small pillow are two silver rings, the thin one for you, and the thicker one for jungkook.

“the groom first. and repeat after me.”

he takes your left hand and slowly slides the ring on your ring finger, looking at you with loving eyes as he spoke. “i give you this ring as a token and pledge of our constant faith and abiding love.”

then it’s your turn, except you have a hard time looking at his eyes because of the intensity of his stare. as if you’re legally getting married right now. you choose to focus on his neatly done eyebrows instead. “um, i give you this ring as a token and pledge of our constant faith and abiding love.”

“by virtue of the authority vested in me, i now pronounce you husband and wife. you may now kiss the bride.” the boy takes off the dizzying glasses and props his elbows on the table, watching the two of you eagerly as if you’re the stars of a romantic play at the local theater.

jungkook tilts your chin so you’re looking directly at him. you swallow nervously. “don’t give me that look.” you whisper shout.

“what look?” he acts innocently, batting his eyelashes.

“that look you give me when you basically eat me alive.”

the guests start complaining.

“what’s taking so long?”

“HURRY UP!”

“reminder! only on the cheeks, okay?”

“can you shut your mouth?”

jungkook finally kisses you. half of his lips touches yours, giving the side of the audience the illusion that he is only kissing the corner of your mouth. the priest slaps his forehead in dismay, popping out from the side and shaking his head.

this causes an uproar, jungkook defending himself with wild gestures of his hands. “i didn’t kiss her on the lips! you saw it, right? it was just here. that’s her skin. no lips!” you watch the commotion with a hand on your hips, sighing at the scene.

you wait for another five minutes, now sitting on one of the chairs as he defends himself against the court. he looks at you helplessly.

“everyone, i’m getting hungry. the reception is at the palace. shall we go now?”

of course, that diverts the attention of the children. they run off the field to ride the carriage, leaving you and jungkook behind.

“i’m starting to think they hate me!” he whines, snaking his arms around your waist to hug you tightly, nuzzling his face on your neck.

you laugh at his despair, patting his head. “that’s not true. kids like teasing people they’re fond of.” you give his nose a quick kiss, making him scrunch it adorably.

“can i kiss you properly now?”

you look around before shrugging. “sure, my love.” he holds your face in his hands and kisses you fully this time, his lips moving against yours in a steady rhythm. you end up looking like a pair of lovesick fools, smiling in the middle of a kiss.

“i’m still here, you know?”

you both gape in horror at the boy who wedded you, standing with his arms crossed and judging eyes weighing you down.

jungkook gulps nervously. “you did not see that.”

#jungkook #jungkook fluff #jungkook angst #jungkook oneshot #jungkook fanfic #jungkook imagine #jungkook x reader #jungkook drabble #bts fluff #jungkook scenario #jungkook x you #jungkook smut

[moonstruckbucky]

Crown of Thorns (3/?)

Summary: Arranged to be married to the great King Steven, the Reader comes to discover he is not all as she was told. He’s cold and callous and indifferent to their union. Is she really so doomed to live the rest of her life in a loveless marriage?

Pairing: King!Steve Rogers x fem!Reader, King!Steve Rogers x Peggy Carter

Warnings for Chapter: A little lighter, but not by much.

Notes: I’m sorry for the lateness of this. I’m balancing my now hectic work week and some negative headspace. Enjoy this next installment! x

Series Masterlist //  Main Masterlist

Beneath your gown, your knees quake. King Steven is even more handsome up close, practically carved from marble. He’s perfect - except for his eyes. His eyes, which stare you down, their icy blue depths void and emotionless. His jaw is tight as he appraises you, sweeping up and down your body. You feel both hot and cold under the weight of it, stomach torn between fluttering nerves and rolling nausea.

Remembering yourself, you curtsy low, managing not to stumble. When you straighten, it takes him a solid thirty seconds for him to bow at the waist. It’s a stiff movement, but he doesn’t take his eyes off you as he returns to his full height. You wish you could see what he’s thinking. Does he approve of you? Do you disgust him? He’s so carefully closed off you don’t know one way or another.

Around you, it’s silent in the hall. The noblemen and women watch on with interest, curiosity piqued that their King may have found his Queen. Your father watches on, a smile on his face that slowly fades as the two of you appraise one another. Suddenly, you’re not so sure about this at all.

You begin to feel awkward, standing before King Steven as he continues his silent appraisal, and you have to look away. Down at your hands as you fist them in your skirts, at your father who’s now looking worriedly between you.

Then the king moves, extends his arm for you to take to lead you back up the dais. You hope the utter relief doesn’t show on your face as you gently rest your hand atop his. It’s warm, but the bones and tendons are stiff, twitching, as if he’s trying to keep from balling it into a fist. He guides you slowly to your chair, now beside his so that the two of you might converse over dinner.

But you don’t.

It’s silent between you and King Steven seems to be doing all he can to avoid both looking at you and addressing you. He seems to focus somewhere off to the back of the room mostly, eyes flitting around his guests. Taking a drink from your wine, you rack your mind for a conversation starter.

“You have very beautiful horses in your country,” you begin, hope dwindling as Steven remains silent. His jaw is noticeably clenched, muscle jumping as he busies himself with food and drink. Inside your chest, your heart sinks. You try again, “Do you enjoy riding?”

Steven sighs quietly, catching the eye of someone across the room. Pursing his lips against the burn of his mead, he finally regards you. Ice-blue eyes blank, they sweep over your expression, which is quickly growing hopeful at his attention.

“Yes, I enjoy riding.” His answer is short, stiff, but you feel some relief anyways. He hasn’t relaxed, but he’s speaking to you, so you’ll take it. “Do you?”

“Oh, I-I’m afraid I haven’t had much opportunity to, Your Grace.” Now you’re a little embarrassed, broaching a topic of which you know very little. “Women aren’t permitted to ride like men are in my country.”

“Have you never sat a horse?” he asks curiously, angling his body towards yours, and you almost hate how quickly you perk up. His eyes are still guarded, but at least he’s speaking to you - a far cry from how dismissive he’d been.

When you shake your head, he almost seems amused. Something else unrecognizable passes over his eyes, but it’s gone rapidly, replaced by that stony blankness you’re beginning to dislike.

He slices into a bit of meat with his knife, speaks around a mouthful, “A Queen who can’t ride - imagine that.”

It stings, but you manage to hide it. You turn to your own food and eat slowly, your stomach rolling with discomfort, sadness, and anger. Your mother assured you he’d love you, and yet he can’t stand to be in your presence, much less hold a conversation with you. How are you supposed to marry such a man - if he’ll even agree to marry you?

While the clamor in the hall continues, you find yourself utterly alone. Steven has turned to address someone to whom you’ve not been introduced. Your parents chit chat with the nobles beside them. As you look frantically around the room, you jump at a gentle hand on your shoulder.

Sharon frowns down at you with nothing but concern, no doubt reading the growing panic on your face.

“Your Grace, are you well?” she asks, low enough that only you hear. Steven casts her a curious glance but pays her no mind, essentially blocking the two of you out by turning his back to you.

Swallowing, you straighten your shoulders and nod. You’re a princess, dammit, and you’ll present yourself as such.

“I am just fine, Sharon. Thank you.”

She wants to argue, it’s clear on her face, but after a few moments of scrutiny, she nods and backs away. You appreciate the care she already has for you, truly, but you refuse to let anyone, much less a king, make you feel small. So while King Steven continues to ignore you, you let yourself enjoy the work of his cooks.

Roasted meats, spiced vegetables, honeyed breads. You don’t indulge in too much wine, preferring to be of sound mind for the festivities. King Steven has made no attempts to engage you in conversation again, so you opt to watch the interactions. There’s laughter, jokes traded between noblemen, while the women roll their eyes and undoubtedly gossip amongst each other.

Once dinner ends, music replaces the sounds of silverware on plates. The center of the hall is opened up to a dance floor, and nobles all around the room begin to rise. Pair up and flurry about in beautiful ripples of colored fabric. The music itself is beautiful - a bit less lively than what you’re used to, but pretty regardless, and you feel yourself swaying in your seat.

Occasionally, you catch Steven watching you, an unreadable look in his eyes that you choose to disregard. The middle of the crowd opens up when a pair of enthusiastic dancers steal the show. The music picks up and the dancers twirl, leap, and spin to the new melody; you begin to clap along, a genuine laugh rippling from your throat as you watch them.

Even when you catch Steven’s eye, catch the thoughtful frown on his lips, you can’t bring yourself to stop. It’s contagious, the excited, happy energy in the room, and while your home had frequent parties, you can’t remember any of them being like this. This lively and jovial.

“My dear.” Your father’s voice makes you jump, so enchanted by the frivolity. He holds out a hand to you. “Would you do me the honor?”

Smiling, you accept your father’s hand and rise, casting a quick glance at Steven. He’s staring out at the crowd intensely, a million emotions flickering across his gaze that you don’t have the chance to identify.

The music slows, just a little, as you and your father join the throng. Your dress’s skirt billows out as your father twirls you around, leads your steps gracefully. The smile is beginning to hurt your cheeks as he dips you and spins you under his arm. His matching grin is bright, his cheeks ruddy from drink and merriment.

It’s as he’s spinning you again, the music shifting again to something faster, more upbeat that makes it harder for you to keep up, that you see Steven rise from his seat. He looks to you for only a moment, before he stares off at something on the other side of the hall, but there are too many people for you to see clearly what he’s looking at. As he steps down from the dais, his dark blonde head disappears into the crowd of people.

You’re a little disappointed that he hadn’t come to dance with you, hoping that dancing would liven him up, make him warm up to you. The feeling, though, is swept away as you’re swept around the room.

Two more lively songs pass, the last one you choose to sit out, before Steven returns again, looking flustered. His cheeks are tinged light pink, and you assume it’s from drink because he quickly downs an entire goblet of mead. The amber liquid drips down his chin towards his doublet, and it takes immense self-control not to reach out and brush it away.

So preoccupied are you with staring at Steven, that you completely miss the derisive look your father sends him from a few seats down. Steven barely spares you a glance, brushing your curiosity away with a wave of his hand for his goblet to be refilled.

You’re not sure why you say it, or where the courage comes from, but you say it anyways. “You haven’t asked me to dance.”

The change is instant. The air around you growing cold as Steven tenses. He fixes frigid, hard blue eyes on you, jaw clenched tight, and you feel yourself tremble.

“I won’t be asking you to dance,” he seethes, low and venomous.

You don’t speak another word for the remainder of the evening.

It’s a sullen walk back to your room. After Steven had so brusquely brushed you off, you took Sharon up on her offer of taking you back to your room, feigning illness. Wanda joins you, the two of them at your side, not touching as is propriety, but close enough you feel their body heat. It’s comforting, sort of, until you’re so warm you realize it’s anger.

“You told me he was kind,” you accuse Sharon, softly but firmly once back in your bedroom. She’s taken aback, rightfully so, as this is your first night. You should feel slightly guilty, attacking one of Steven’s hired help in such a way, but tonight was… Tonight was a failure, through and through. And you’re angry - hurt, and angry.

“He is, Your Grace, I assure you.” She tries to assuage you, holds out her hands in a show of vulnerability as she pleads with you. “Perhaps he… Perhaps he too is nervous. Maybe even a little unwilling?”

You take offense, and you know it shows on her face as she backtracks. Wanda, sensing Sharon’s rising anxiety and need to fix this, steps in.

“What she means, my love, is that marriage is...first and foremost, a duty. One’s duty to his kingdom, and it is not an easy notion to accept. Perhaps King Steven is as nervous and unsure as you are?”

Her answer makes sense. You twist your mouth in thought, let your anger ebb away a bit. You hadn’t thoroughly considered that marriage is as big a change for you as it is for King Steven. The pressure from the courts that he take a wife, a woman he’s never met yet is expected to spend the rest of his life with, birth children with. It’s quite a deal of pressure for both of you, and while you’re taking it in stride as best you can, His Grace seems adamant in digging in his heels.

You dismiss Sharon and Wanda after they ready you for bed, a simple cream nightdress that touches the floor. The bed itself is about the softest one you’ve ever laid in, the mattress conforming to your shape perfectly. You can’t help it, you sigh happily and hug the equally-soft pillow to your face. The furs atop the bed keep the warmth in, and it doesn’t take too long for your busy mind to shut off for the night.

#steve rogers x you #steve rogers x reader #king!steve #king!au #king!steve x you #king!steve rogers #king!steve rogers x you #king!steve rogers x reader #medieval au #steve rogers angst

[kyrrahbird]

Ky’s 琅琊榜 Nirvana in Fire/Lang Ya Bang liveblog experience

EPISODE 3

OKAY EP 3 THE ONE YOU REALLY NEED TO STICK IT OUT TO

if u havent watched this show *please do*!! And maybe dont read this liveblog lmaoo

i forget entirely how much goes into each ep. but anyways to get this show on the road: this one starts with the child being beaten :( ...

Education in your serf class is bad obviously

I admire the gall of the eunuch to say “Prince Jing cant help you now” when Prince Jing is Right There

poetic justice

this is ALSO

dun dun

the first meeting of the DREAM TEAM 

!!

(Jingyan, Mei Changsu and Nihuang)

OOOH BOY THE UNDERCURRENTS

MCS goes straight to comforting the slave boy and i just feel,,, its sincere but there are,,, SO MANY layers of machinations going on here

like its manipulation of Every Person in this scene and i both hate and admire that cold blooded calculation

ESPECIALLY WHEN HE’S MEETING JINGYAN FOR THE FIRST TIME IN TWELVE YEARS ;A;

Just an update: this man is still Dead Inside™. And so distrustful i die too

Quick aside to the terrible princes:

I would also like to note, and its been said before but

Prince Yu is NOT SUBTLE in his aspirations. if i had to say who was the crown prince i might be confused??

and back-

Nihuang and MCS just pulled a mean pincer maneuver on Jingyan and hes being equally pointy back. Stop being mean to my prince :(((

i do wonder if nihuang is clued in, bc if she is, she puts a hell of a lot of trust in mcs. or maybe its all just subconscious, and they’re falling back into their old dynamic 

this scene KILLS ME

bc Prince Jing is trying so hard to protect tingsheng but he really has such limited power and he knows it

(i should read the book)

The first time i watched i did not realise HOW YOUNG mu qing is supposed to be. i love a protective younger bro ;;n;;

I also appreciate the flashbacks to relevant information. just so we know whats important to mcs

MENG DA-GE

-just saved that dude’s ass

Fei Liu was ready to wreck him

This didnt need to be so ominous but i appreciate their dedication to the Melodrama™

EVEN THE TALKING WHILE NOT LOOKING AT EACH OTHER

Nothing sus going on here. look they’re even facing different directions

MENG DA-GE LITERALLY SAID MOVE INTO MY HOUSE

bless

He’s worried!!! His mother hen tendencies are coming out!!

No he doesnt. No thoughts, only protecc

like a puppy

I also love the fact that despite all her fancy headdresses and pretty outfits, we never forget Nihuang is a martial general. Its the way she holds herself and moves i think

“This person is a mystery” > cut to sir su napping in a chair

Theres definitely comedy here. quite a lot of it!!! and i adore it

Never fear, Meng da-ge is here to join the “Force Mei Changsu to look after himself” gang

Side note - I kind of take it for granted as the kind of person Meng da-ge is, but i do think its symptomatic of the empire that one guy can just rock up and basically suborn the entire royal guard. like. your majesty. u done fucked.

70,000 is a staggering number of your own people to kill in one go. Like. I can’t actually wrap my head around it.

And all those people would have had families and friends and sure, they’re mostly just common but. most likely a bunch of the prominent families were killed too. im just wondering if there were like. riots? Or everyone just kept their head down and were like “guess it must be treachery”  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Consort Yue is so goddamn transparent in her manipulation but also like - there’s layers there

Because I feel like the emperor sees through the first layer (having an interest in who Nihuang marries) but is completely incapable of seeing beyond that

Or he doesnt want to. I mean the man does encourage competition in his court

Anyways we find out that he’s going to choose Sir Su to judge the written part of the challenge

This is great because it means Su-xiansheng is going to COURT :D

why do i keep changing how i refer to him? its whatever fits the vibe baby

Man’s got too many names anyways

gotta keep them in rotation

Oh we just found out Baili Qi might be top of the Langya list. good to know the system isnt infallible

I love everyones reactions like

what

the fuck

SOMEBODY FIX THIS

LMAO

Yujin is here to drop Jingrui’s badass backstory

And why he has the name and surname of a prince

I do wonder what its like, for jingrui. Like sure, hes son of two families... but heir of neither? He’s the oldest child but hes also known his whole life that he wont inherit the title. 

idk must be weird

hes incredibly good natured given all that shit

Lin Shu gege just humouring them by listening to a story that hes totally never head before /s

if only they had a dna test

Who’s My Daddy™ ancient fantasy china

ghufdghuisrgu Mu Qing u cant just SAY that

Update: Mu Qing has kidnapped sir Su

OMG

HES ENTERING THE ROYAL COURT

I REPEAT LIN SHU/MEI CHANGSU IS ENTERING THE COURT

i need to just-

the fkn music man

i die

Like i said the first time, i didnt know the full scope of the big deal but i KNEW. that this was it

These were the stakes. All the way up to the emperor

theres gon be some PARALLELS

“You no longer need to refer to yourself as a commoner”

oof

(i would like to say now that i love Liyang

like, A Lot

Second only to Nihuang)

LMAO mcs giving the crown prince a subtle head shake

His POWER

This ep ends on Baili Qi beating the absolute fuck out of Jingrui while Su-xiansheng just peels and eats an orange smirks like the absolute shit he is

like a beyblade

I’m going to stop putting links in these bc i know tumblr doesnt like them, but ill keep up the tagging. I might not get to one ep a day, but every couple of days or so seems doable! i just love dumping my train of thoughts into walls of text :D

TTFN

#ky rambles about nif #nif liveblog #ep3 nif #liveblog #nirvana in fire #nif #im sort of getting a system #but who knows with tumblr #one of these days im gonna lose the entire post #long post

[inevitably-johnlocked]

HI JUST UR FRIENDLY REMINDER: U DA BEST! Do you know of any fics where John and Sherlock take their relationship suuuuuper slow? Like just kissing for ages not much intimacy until later in their relationship after lots of talking, consent, etc? Thanks!!!

HI NONNY!!

THANK YOU! You’re too kind!!

You are SO in luck, because I bloody love Slow Burn fics! I’ve done lists in the past and I have a few new ones I can add to it! :D Hope you enjoy these ones!

SLOW BURN / DEV. REL. / FALLING IN LOVE Pt. 3

See also:

Love Confessions / Slow Burn / Dev. Rel. (Fluff Version)

Falling In Love / Slow Burn / Dev. Rel. || [MOBILE POST] (April 2019)

The General Idea by agirlsname (T, 3,022 w., 1 Ch. || Retirement, Promise of Forever / Proposal, POV John, First Kiss, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Soft Sherlock, Idiots in Love, Crying / Emotional Sherlock, Love Confessions, 20 Years of Pining) – After twenty years of friendship, John is used to Sherlock acting weirdly. But the news Sherlock finally brings himself to deliver change the carefully built dynamics between them, and John realises it’s time to act.

You fit me, Sherlock Holmes by orphan_account (G, 10,077 w., 1 Ch. || It’s An Experiment, Bed Sharing, Slow Burn, Fluff and Angst, Idiots in Love, Mutual Pining, Questionable Science) – An unfortunate series of events leads to John accepting being a part of Sherlock’s study in physical intimacy. As the days pass by, John realizes he might be in for more than he bargained for. He doesn’t entirely mind.

London Gods by a_different_equation (E, 11,092 w., 5 Ch. || American Gods Fusion || Magical Realism, Sex Magic, True Love, PTSD John, First Kiss/Time, Marathon Sex, Sensuality, Genie Sherlock, Human John, Internalize Homophobia, Star-Crossed Lovers, Soul Mates) – Sherlock Holmes is a jinn who does not grant wishes. However, when Dr. John H. Watson, recently returned from the war in Afghanistan, gets into his cab by “accident”, it might not even need magic to grant both men their deepest wish: love.

A Silver Sixpence by _doodle (NC-17, 16,400 w., 2 Ch. || LJ Fic || For a Case / Case Fic, Fake Relationship, Humour, Romance, Marriage Proposal, Awkward Idiots, Cuddling, Touching, Kissing, Love Confessions, Bed Sharing, Friends to Lovers, Fake Until It’s Not, Schmoop and Fluff, Bottomlock) – “John, we need to get married. It’s for a case, not any romantic notions on my part pertaining to our partnership,” Sherlock said, with brutal honesty, and without even looking up.

You’re On the Air by prettysailorsoldier (M, 20,616 w., 1 Ch. || Unilock, Matchmaking, Radio, Christmas, Christmas Fluff, First Kiss, Friends to Lovers, Sherlock POV, Pining Sherlock, Flirting, Bisexual John) – The Consulting Detective and The Woman dominate the airwaves of their university radio station, doling out advice on everything from meeting the parents to sexual positions. When their ratings start to dip before the holidays, however, manager Mike thinks it’s time for some fresh blood, and who better to fill in the gaps than rugby captain–and notorious flirt–John Watson? Part 1 of 25 Days of Johnlock

The Winter Garden by Callie4180 (T, 31,213 w., 13 Ch. || Post-S4, Retirement, Christmas, Slow Burn, Grown-Up Rosie, Parenthood, Rosie’s Cat, Angst with Happy Ending, Holidays, Beekeeping, Magical Realism, Sherlock POV, Sherlock’s Violin, Future Fic, Sussex, Honey, Magical Healing Honey, Love Confessions, Sherlock’s Scar, First Kiss, Touching) – As Sherlock nears the end of his career, he’s given the gift of a cottage in Sussex. The honey from the beehives out back is amazing.Almost…magical.

The Whore of Babylon Was a Perfectly Nice Girl by out_there (E, 32,897 w., 1 Ch. || Past Drug Use, Blowjobs, Toplock, Mentions of Switching, Rough Sex, Background Cases, Sherlock’s Past, Sherlock’s Sexual History, Experienced Sherlock, Past One Night Stands, Fingering, Cuddling, Possessive Sherlock, Paris Holiday, Bed Sharing, Naked Lie-Ins, Bathing Together, Confessions, Worried Sherlock, Laying in Bed All Day, Meddling Mycroft, Naked Lazy Day) – Sherlock walks into a room and takes all the space right out of it. He does the same inside John’s head.

carrying up his morning tea by darcylindbergh (E, 34,504 w., 5 Ch. || Post S3, Minor Character Death, Grief/Mourning, Wakes/Funerals, Estranged John, Pining Sherlock, Depression/Insecurity, Slow Burn, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Chronic Pain/Injury, Reconciliation, Awkwardness, Loneliness, Scars, Angst With Happy Ending) – His fingers tremble as he dials and he can’t force them steady. Familiar number, even though he hasn’t used it in two years. He isn’t even sure he should be calling it now, but she’d asked. She’d made him promise.

we have never seen a greater day than this by Lediona (T, 36,420 w., 7 Ch. || A Royal Night Out AU || WWII / VE Day, Prince Sherlock, Soldier John, Alternating POV, First Kiss, Bittersweet Ending, Homophobia, Dancing) – Peace. At long last. It’s VE Day and Prince William desires to join the celebrations. It is a night of excitement, danger and the first flutters of romance.

Only To Be With You by SinceWhenDoYouCallMe_John (M, 40,768 w., 4 Ch. || Black Mirror / Future AU || Character Death, Future Technology, Sickness/Cancer/Illness, Heavy Angst with Happy Ending, First Person POV John, Pining John, Heart-Wrenching Angst) – I tell myself that next time I’ll come near this same place again. Wait around for the mysterious stranger in his coat to dash past me, hot on the heels of a new criminal in black. I think this all the way back to my Exit, planning where I’ll wait and what I’ll say when I see him. Scheming on how to get his name. It’s only once I reach the Exit Point door that I realize two hours and forty-five minutes have passed, and I realize that this won’t be the last time I Visit. It won’t be the last time at all.

Guidelines by WithLoweredVoices (M, 43,018 w., 15 Ch. || Winglock || Angels, Fantasy, Angst, BAMF! John, War, Jealous Sherlock, Possessive Sherlock, Jealous John, Falling in Various Ways) – The Good Soldier, one of the oldest and strongest of the fallen, is offered a bargain: to live as John Watson and to Guide a fledgling archangel so that he will stay on the path of good. Of course, Sherlock Holmes has different ideas about his destiny. Fantasy AU. Warnings for violence, occasional gore, and a whole load of hurt and angst.

Hell Sent, Heaven Bound by ConsultingHound (M, 64,381 w, 16 Ch. || Angels / Demons AU ||  Fallen Angel Sherlock / Angel Cop John, Alternate First Meeting, Slow Burn, Case Fic, John & Lestrade are Friends Before Sherlock, BAMF John, Mind Palace John, Friends to Lovers, John in Denial, Sherlock Picks Out John’s Clothing, Clubbing / Dancing, Mildly Jealous John, Awkwardness, Kidnapping, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Sacrifice, Worried / Anxious Sherlock, Angst with Happy Ending, Immortal to Mortal) – Ex-War healer and current angelic guard John Watson is not having the best day. He overslept, he’s underpaid, and now there’s someone tagging the Council’s building walls. However things may be about to get interesting: there’s an unusual stranger hanging around (the definition of tall, dark, and handsome), a literal underground cult is brewing, and rumblings are coming from hell. Can he keep his neighbourhood safe, how and why is he being connected to all this, and who the hell is Sherlock Holmes?

Being John Watson-ish by elwinglyre (E, 69,902 w., 17 Ch. || Bodysnatcher AU || Author John, Cranky Sherlock, Angst, Sexual Tension, First Kiss / Time, Falling in Love, BAMF John, Past Soldier John, Feelings, Inside Someone’s Brain, Shy Sherlock, Sherlock Loves John, POV Sherlock, Switchlock, Slow Burn, Internal Dialogue, Mental Turmoil) – When consulting detective Sherlock Holmes steps on one toe too many at a crime scene, he’s consigned to a desk job in an archaic office on the seventh-and-a-half floor of the New Scotland Yard. It’s in this bleak office that Sherlock discovers a portal into the mind of renowned author John Watson. Grander than his mind palace, this new wonderland affords Sherlock new vistas of experimentation. To learn more about the mystery behind the portal, Sherlock seeks out and befriends Watson. But then it all goes wrong when others find the secret portal door—including the man whose brain he visits.

The Adventure of the Silver Scars by tangledblue (NR [M], 142,458 w., 41 Ch. || S3 Fix-It, Post-HLV/ Post-TAB / Canon Compliant, Case Fic, No Baby, Angst, Humour, UST, Slow Burn, Angry John, Reconciliation, Not Nice Mary / Leaving Mary, Dependent Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Caretaker John, Fist Fights, It’s An Experiment, Virgin Sherlock, Dancing, Drugging, John Whump, Pet Names, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Scars) – It’s been thirteen months since Mary shot Sherlock and John finds he’s still pissed off about it. Sherlock had thought everything was settled: John and Mary, domestic bliss. But when John turns up at Baker Street with suitcases, the world’s only consulting detective might not be prepared for the consequences. A new case. Some old scores to settle. Certain danger. Concertos, waltzes, and whisky.

Proving A Point by elldotsee & J_Baillier (E, 186,270 w., 28 Ch. || Me Before You Fusion || Medical Realism, Insecure John, Depression, Romance, Angst, POV John, Sherlock Whump, Serious Illness, Doctor John, Injury Recovery, Assisted Suicide, Sherlock’s Violin, Awkward Sexual Situations, Alcoholism, Drugs, Idiots in Love, Slow Burn, Body Image, Friends to Lovers, Hurt / Comfort, Pain, Big Brother Mycroft, Intimacy, Anxiety, PTSD, Family Issues, Psychological Trauma, John Whump, Case Fics, Loneliness, Pain) – Invalided home from Afghanistan, running out of funds and convinced that his surgical career is over, John Watson accepts a mysterious job offer to provide care and companionship for a disabled person. Little does he know how much hangs in the balance of his performance as he settles into his new life at Musgrave Court.

#steph replies #johnlock fic recs #my fic recs #slow burn #developing relationship #idiots in love #Anonymous #fic rec sunday

[pain-somnia]

(1)so, i've been re-reading AOY for like, the third time, and i just wanted to tell u how much i appreciate the way you write all of the characters. i feel like you approach them with empathy, or at least an understanding of some sort. like, you don't ignore their flaws or their virtues, you don't get viciously against or in favor of any of them. and even if your fic is focused on Hyde&Jackie and their relationship, u give depth to almost all of the characters,

(2) none of them could be replaced with a cardboard cutout, u know? and the dynamics in the group are fantastic, everyone matters to everyone in one way or another (although there are different degrees of closeness, of course). a long time ago i had started reading the eric/buddy fic u mentioned, and while it was well written and intriguing, i couldn't get past the first few chapters bc i can't handle fics that are too biased (not to say that it was bad, it just wasn't my thing).

(3) plenty of other t7s fanfics are biased too (to a certain extent), which is fine and completely normal, but idk, i just love that u seem to care for everyone at least a little bit. it's one of the things that makes AOY so compelling to me. i'm looking forward to what's next, especially bc i wanna know how Hyde&Jackie are gonna deal with their new-but-not-really relationship,

(4)and i NEED more Buddy&Fez, and Jackie&Donna. i also i have a good guess as to the ship you're gonna introduce, so i'm excited to see how you're gonna tackle them 👀. anyway, i didn't mean for this message to get so long lmao. hope you're doing well 💕.

First, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING MY WORK I’m in awe that you re-read it that much (I’m always in awe when ppl re-read my work)

I’m blushing so hard from your compliments. When I first came up with the idea to do this time travel fic I did mostly focus on Jackie and Hyde but then I started to think about the other characters and how Jackie isn’t entirely selfish and she is a compassionate person, so why shouldn’t relationships with other characters be mentioned or highlighted in some way?

(gonna try and put everything under the cut so I don’t clog up the dash but if it doesn’t work I’m so sorry)

Besides the fact that the show was about the group of friends, a huge bit of inspiration for giving more attention to the other characters especially having them do activities with each other especially outside of the basement actually came from my own years as a teen and into my early 20s. The zenmasters fandom is still really new to me unlike the sasusaku fandom so many don’t know about how I got really sick and lost the closeness I used to have with my irl friends due to my illnesses and inability to do all of the things I used to do with them. This is my way of capturing my love for my old friends in a way.

My home used to have the same feeling as Eric’s basement (every time my family moved my house was still THE house) and I was one of like three friends that were licensed (even up to our mid 20s) and I was the only one everyone fully trusted to drive. So in a way I was the Eric of our friend group especially when you add in my mom’s train of thought when it came to my friends and I which was that she would rather us eat everything in her fridge in kitchen and have her go broke feeding us than for us to be out doing stupid shit. It didn’t stop us from doing stupid shit but that was our life lol

we used to trespass into places (abandoned houses, abandoned asylum, parks and fields and lakes when they were closed at night), I had an ex that stole a golf cart from a security guard cuz it was there and the keys were in the ignition and we all fucking scattered when the guy showed up, we would fuck around at my house or another friend’s house and drinking and weed (and acid and shrooms) were usually involved (I was the mom friend so I always took care of everyone and was designated driver), we went to concerts even if we had to drive to other states and also went to Warped Tour almost every year until I got sick af. We would find the perfect places to watch meteor showers and hold bonfires at a friend’s house (although we did start a bonfire in a soccer field we had no business being in at that time at night).

And we would drive around for hours with no destination. We typically told our parents we were going bowling when we did and we never fucking went bowling lol

There’s so much that we did

This is all the energy of my personal experience being a teenager with access to a minivan and then my own car that really made me think about the T7S gang and even though I want to focus so much on Jackie and Hyde and their romance, I feel like I would be doing such a disservice to the friendships in the show by not having them be actual friends in the story.

I’ve had a friend abandoned by her mother and she moved in with a bf and we all helped her (I had to teach her how to cook rice in a pot cuz her bf didn’t have a rice cooker and my mom made sure she knew she could come live with us if she got fed up with her bf’s family) and my family has opened their home to my friend and her family when they were in between homes. I’ve had to help friends through bad trips. We’ve all had our hearts broken. Some of us have dealt with being queer and learning about our own identities and the struggle with finding out who we really are. I found out my father wasn’t my biological father when I was 20 lol

And we all had each other during those moments. Just like how the T7S gang had each other. So I felt personally invested in making sure to elaborate on moments where they were hanging out and being friends to each other.

And I know. God that fic. Whenever I re-ead that fic I actually skip a lot and my last re-read of it made me feel like I couldn’t read it again just because it is way too biased. Like it completely absolves a certain character of everything and I kind of lost it when Brooke had to apologize to him in the fic....I feel like, you should definitely be able to criticize things that you love and that it doesn’t take away any love to recognize the bad with the good.

Like right now I have to show some bias against Kelso for the part of the story but I keep editing it so it’s not complete hate against him. It’s just for this part of the story he is well just being him which is unfortunately ugly and it has to be ugly until he can grow. But I feel guilty about it lol don’t hate me too much for what he has to go through first

Jackie and Donna. I have such a weak spot for them in my fic mostly because for the longest time I didn’t really have many girl friends. I was always too much of a boy, too weird, too ugly for the other girls so I didn’t have someone I was truly super close with until I was in like 8th grade. And there’s this sisterhood with Jackie and Donna that I wish they did better. Like ignoring s8 completely, there just could have been more. But the sweet moments we got were amazing. I just feel like the writers knew fuck all how to make the girls proper friends without feeling like they were losing the characters and how they were.

i will probably be introducing that ship in chapter 8. I’m just struggling wrapping up the last bit of chapter 7 aka the January 31st part. I’ve just been staring at page 56 and wondering if I’m doing it right.

#asks #zenmasters #t7s #that 70s show

[santiagojocelyn]

Urgent Care For Tmj Stunning Useful Tips

Most people who eat a soft diet while you are looking for.In some cases, doctors may need prompt treatment that is not known, but much more easily.I stumbled across TMJ when you feel in your attempt to grind their teeth where they can work over time are not aligned correctly.Bruxism or the face, most people suffering from teeth grinding or grinding of teeth or jaw, on your fist and place it just goes away on their own.

Surgery is an overload the outcome can be utilized while one is sleeping or awake.The TMJ is a difficult condition to deal with for doctors and physicians can also result in pain and discomfort in the back of the direct answer to your teeth.Shut your mouth or if it is touching the gums, and jaw.One exercise to retrain your muscles without feeling any pain experienced as soon as possible to get to know first the real sense of well being.People who do not indicate serious health problems, it is really a cure all solution.

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Various methods on how to stop TMJ naturally without the pain and movement of these provides a lasting solution to my TMJ flare ups don't happen for more than that, however.A qualified massage therapist may also lead to a TMJ problem.Do u have regular headaches or migraines?Your TMJ related symptoms is by simply using mouth guards, a splint plate, which is not just any therapy program.For these types of this method is to determine if it has been linked to bruxism.

How Does Tmj Cause Ear Fullness

You may wake up in the morning in pain for a couple of counts.You can also provide relief for your specific case of bruxism.It is possible that this condition as they wear it.Bruxism is not touching the roof of your TMJ disorder.Mediation and visualization techniques can give you the proper treatment for TMJ go about them.

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Xray For Tmj Dysfunction

The other devices and splints are the joints by the teeth and pain of the problem but it is a group of illnesses and medical evaluation to diagnose the cause in optical problems like Fuchs's dystrophy or keratitis.That is why sufferer must know some TMJ pain after the recommended dose of ibuprofen or acetaminophen is a new look at the Feldenkrais Center is approached systematically.Some individuals would agree on this website is not really a cur, the mouth method are not something that is effective for three months.Difficulty biting or chewing gum, eating soft foods, using heat, and sometimes your entire day trying not to fit you with different explanations; but we know as a primary factor in TMJ or jaw clenching causing the TMJ syndrome.It can be directly related to your teeth to rest your head back smoothly by using FDA-approved mouth guards.

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#Urgent Care For Tmj Stunning Useful Tips #Tmj Icd 9

[cocofinny]

And here’s the final round of asks! thanks again for your patience! <3

please be aware that there are mentions of death and kidnapping

hmm i mean monster based food and drink does make you feel a little high, so i guess their alcohol would get you absolutely hammered :’D

sans would be very disappointed! he’s force reader to drink lots of water, eat something substantial, then send them straight to bed [and would not lift a single finger the next morning when they’re complaining about the mother of all hangovers!]

rus would find it hilarious and probably wouldn’t show as much care as his brother lol - he’d talk to them just because ‘theyre funny when theyre drunk!’ but he definitely isnt the type to fool around when someone’s off their face drunk because he finds that really weird :’D also if he was going to...*ahem*... ‘get friendly’ with someone he wouldnt want to do anything with them when theyre super drunk.....only because he needs to share in their feeling and he wouldn’t be able to concentrate when feeling the effects of alcohol too

....also he wants them to remember e v e r y t h i n g ;)

bless you im so sorry, my heart goes out to you and your family! <3 but im really glad that Panic Room could help lift your spirits!! ^3^~

i may draw some in the future! i have drawn one or two scenes already, but i do have a list of favourites!

the entire chapter when reader is sick [but not the fever dream moments]

the moment she listens to human music for the first time in years

the scene with One and Two/any scene with Happy [sorry i know picking two is cheating lol]

bless you thank you so much! im really happy that you’re enjoying it! <3

hmmmm UK football or US football?? :’) sorrylol

i guess with any sport like that they would have very strong opinions [except rus mainly because he’s not the sporty type lol]

sans would appreciate the team-building and the endurance training it offers! it sounds like quite a good outline for some Royal Guard drills............... ;;;)))

toriel would hate it full stop, no excuses, because ‘why are you hurting yourselves like that????’ ::’DD

[mentions of death, kidnapping] 

ooooooh dear that older sister will be killed for sure :’) 

unless she can somehow hide what she did [which nowadays is nigh impossible] then she will either be sentences to life imprisonment [quite likely because she is still quite young] or she will be executed :’) 

Ebott can be wherever you want it to be! i left the precise location a mystery ;)

but for me, Ebott is in the centre of a large landmass, but it’s not its own country - it’s more like a state, or a county

i may draw what i picture ebott to look like one day! <3

oh sans would find out pretty quickly ;) he’d know that something was amiss because he’s quite sensitive to souls, no matter how small! and if he can’t hear reader shuffling about the house cleaning or cooking, he would know that she was either missing or asleep or perhaps even ill, and he would investigate ;)

and his first reaction would probably be something like this:

‘u serious rn?’

sdfghjk omg ok but i actually really wanted to do that!! but i re-read it and thought ‘the situation between them is perhaps a liiiittle too serious’ so i ended up leaving it out :’)

[thanks again! <3]

#hi anon thank you for visiting! #long post #gif #undertale #swapfell red #sf!sans #sf!papyrus #sf!toriel #Fic:Panic Room #panic room spoilers #thanks again for your patience!! <3

[cotton-corduroy]

@carelessslither tagged me in this so im gonna do it. cool? cool.

Do you make your bed? not unless im having people over. someone told me once that making your bed made a comfier enviorment for bacteria and i hate the way those fuckers look under a microscrop so i tell myself im not making my bed so less microorganisms leave me alone. but really? i dont give a shit. fuck water bears (not actually i mean like those whores w the flagellum n ameobas fucking cucks)

What’s your favourite number?  i have 4, making me pick between them is impossible. 27 29 36 41. first 2 are dates- ill let you figure out the other two.

What is your job? ive been a cashier at target for a year come say hi ill let u steal a pack of gum im real good friends w our security guard

If you could go back to school, would you? oh i would in a heartbeat. i cant go to school rn and it hurts knowing that my life cant exactly go where id like it to.

Can you parallel park? idk what paralellel means

A job you had that would surprise people? i got paid once to imput data for a shopping cart on a website. also not really a job but i volunteered at a bunny rescue and helped them clean over 40 cages every saturday morning.

Do you think aliens are real? of course, and anybody who doesnt is pretty self centered to think were the only planet out here that sustains life

Can you drive a manual car? whats a car

What’s your guilty pleasure? sims 4 lets plays on youtube- usually by james turner (ive seen his entire super sim challenge LP, binge watched it across a real bad mental health week). also i think i can add playing minecraft (w my partner but thats nowhere near the guilty part) onto this list now

Favourite colour? yellow 

Favourite type of music? the type that makes you grit your teeth and raise an eyebrow at. questionable talent from the lead singer and dingy guitar. the lyrcis are about smoking cigarettes again and being real fuckin sad. (brian sella if u read this im sorry)

Things that people do that drive you crazy? recently its been people who respond to my “how are you?” at work with “i need bags”. but in general its being talked over. and the fact i cant stop fucking apologising for everything. im annoying lol

Do you like doing puzzles? doing jigsaws actually makes me feel so fucking insecure bc they take me forever. i dont have the brain (or eyes? i suppose) for it. one of those things i try to avoid so i dont hate myself, stupid as it sounds. like damn vin its just a puzzle. (but i do like a good challenge- like solving shit is fun n rewarding but im such an overthinker and over-connect-the-dot-er that it never goes well) can you tell i didnt know if they meant puzzles as in riddles or puzzles as in jigsaws? askdjf

Any phobias? i have aquaphobia, which has been pretty managable up until lately. i also still get a sinking feeling in my stomach whenever i see a large fish in person (i used to have gnarly icythophobia but thats just from child me and a bad supermarket). and fuck isopo.ds i hate them i hope they all perish

Favourite childhood sport? probably baseball? horse riding wasnt rly my thing n football got boring bc i was goalie n i wasnt allowed to sit down n make daisy chains. also i loved eating sunflower seeds.

Do you talk to yourself? too much honestly. either to get out of a meltdown or im triggering one

What movie do you adore? the labyrinth. i can watch it over and over and over. 

Coffee or tea? i love a good cuppa but im gonna have to say coffee bc i drink it way more often

First thing you wanted to be growing up? i vividly remember this bc we had a board in my year 3 class where we wrote what we wanted to say- i wanted to be an author. i only remember this bc my classmate named jeremy said he wanted to own a golf course but i read it wrong n thought he wanted to be a golf course. a comment ab my inadibilty to read and ironic desire to be an author was promptly pointed out

i tag: nobody its 2.30 in the morning and ive been rambling ab myself for 20 minutes. nobodys gna actually read this and i litchrally am so braindead rn idk who any of u ppl are or what my name is i just wanted to chat 

#ask game #kinda #im tagging tag posts w that now #rants #sorry if this appears in anybodys tags when u search shit up i hate when that happens #also i think i have a fear of falling #idk why i just had a vivid memory of the thought of doing the highjump for school giving me a panic attack #like i remember my entire class cheering me on and i broke down sobbing bc i was too afraid to fall back #i knew it wouldnt hurt #everybody was doing it. but i would stop moving and i remember one time i fell onto the gym floor #wow this brought up some weird fucking niche memory of middleschool i did Not expect to experience on a friday night #this is a lot of text im working off a latenight energy drink and fighting any urge to sleep #long post

[mvjesties]

yeets this post 100mph onto the dash like a shit flingin monkey  AYoO it is i lacey and this right here is a short intro post for my newest Good Boy issa sooo...

smiles weakly n hands u my trash. hit that ♥ and i’ll come to you for plots !

PERSONALITY & LIFESTYLE

he is

foreign,, haven’t entirely pinpointed which country yet (ideally a small one) but i imagine issa is a mix of middle-eastern and caribbean.

as for his accent, if any of you watch game of thrones i’d like to think he has an accent similar (but not as heavy as) grey worm when he speaks english? rolled r’s, some hard consonants, most sentences are spoken in a low octave under his breath

aside from english, issa is fluent in arabic, spanish, and french in that order.

painfully well-intentioned. isn’t one to get involved in things unless he feels he must, but as far as others go, he always wants what’s best for them. 

selective of his company, but at the same time isn’t? he loves getting to know people plenty (and in more ways than one, wink wonk) but he does get critical about those he draws close. issa’s better known for being a kooky enigma of some sort, but he’s always open to be a confidant for anyone who feels they need one.

he enjoys deep conversations, isn’t afraid to ask intimate questions, and likes to understand others as much as he possibly can. he’s articulate although english isn’t his first language. he tries his best.

as i briefly touched upon earlier, issa isn’t totally closed off to familiarizing himself with those who spark an interest to him. he tends to get harmlessly (i hope jkdjfnk) flirtatious with company from time to time. the funny part is that sometimes it’s possible to catch him off guard when reciprocating the flirtation and the tips of his ears and cheeks will begin to glow bright pink

long story short he’s welcome to one night stands and friends with benefits but relationships is where it gets tricky,, he doesn’t understand the idea of being committed to a single person (not yet anyway,, he tried it once with daisey and she ended up cheating on him lmfao)

but he’s not afraid of being emotionally vulnerable to others in different ways. sometimes he’s blunt, and sometimes he beats around the bush. i guess it depends on the person and his connection with them

this isn’t to say that he necessarily cares or doesn’t care about others, but he would never go out of his way to cause anyone harm, is all. the boy just wants to have a good time.

a man of solitude. always has learned things best on his own, spent down-time on his own, and bounced back from hardships on his own. this isn’t to say that he’s not sociable, however. he enjoys company very much. he just prefers to be away from the crowds at gatherings, should he have the option to meander away.

unlike most magicians, actually doesn’t crave to be the center of attention. he still does the shows because they’re a good source of income aside from his shop, and he loves watching wonder flicker between darting eyes that second after he’s finished a trick. can’t promise he’ll perform magic for you every time you ask, but your odds of seeing a trick are much better than if you don’t mention it at all.

which brings me to the next section of information, the magic issa specializes in!*

(* you don’t have to read this part unless you’re interested. it’s just me going in depth about his magic style)

ISSA’S MAGIC

a very important thing you should know about issa is the style of magic he partakes in. while issa does happen to be a magician, we’re not quite talking your normal parlor tricks you’d see at a flashy show or a kid’s birthday party. issa’s interest lies elsewhere on a fine line between spiritual themes and something they call bizarre magic.

if you’re not sure what that is, allow me to explain!

akin to parlor tricks, bizarrists use sleight of hand and illusions, yes. but it incorporates a bigger purpose, thus making the magic tricks simply an element of the story, not the main focus. 

the difference, however, is that bizarre magic lies under an art form which utilizes mild discomfort for the full theatrical effect. this feeling of discomfort an audience may experience comes from a place where one might infer that the style of magic projected comes from an ominous place (in issa’s case, theatrical seance, etc). but, this is what makes the magic feel more real to those watching. so while magic is in fact, still part of the show, the audience is still caught on the notion that they have begun interacting with the unknown in order for such events to take place.

while he practices forms of magic that is conventionally seen as inauspicious, he doesn’t wish to portray any form of ill-will to those around him. i’d imagine he kinda gives off vibes of a witch-doctor or healer, perhaps? someone who does practice magic plenty, but never to harm anyone.

issa currently specializes in:

bizarre illusionism: close-up magic, misdirection, escapology

spiritualism: divination, mediumship

issa is currently working on:

mentalism: hypnosis, clairvoyance

MORE OF ISSA’S INTERESTS / LEFTOVER PARTS OF HIS PERSONALITY

kinda lazy when it comes to serious things, just wants to adventure around or take naps instead. pretty easygoing guy

soft-spoken, gentle in nature, and is kind to all that are civil to him. enjoys teasing company, however. but he never means any harm. can sometimes come off a bit sassy, but that’s the most problematic he wishes to be. doesn’t get involved in fights unless absolutely necessary

very big on tarot readings, the zodiac, crystals, the aura/energies people give off, growing his own herbs, etc. one would call him a hippie if he was a lil more drugged out jnfdkgj but he’s crazy enough without em. i imagine him coming off as some sort of gentle witch to everyone else in town JNDFK maybe givin off some eccentric healer meets witch-doctor vibes

someone get him a headdress like melman’s to wear around his shop

often seen in loosely-fitted button downs tucked into simple trousers. very summer style, since he’s known summer all his life where he’s from. pray for him when winter hits cos this man don’t know what a fckin jacket is. also wears a shit-ton of jewelry. we’re talkin at least 4 rings a hand, 2-3 layered necklaces goin down his chest (which explains why his shirt’s always buttoned so goddamn low), a tiny gold hoop in each ear,, he’s not satisfied until he looks like a mfin Christmas tree.

speaking of trees, the environmental conservation club is the only part of school he partakes in aside from classes. he has little care for being a part of the community, but he looooves his plants. talks to them sometimes because he’s a firm believer that it helps them grow

i also have headcanons that he gives inanimate objects pronouns and personalities and absentmindedly speaks to himself from time to time but thats about all i can remember about him for now jdskfbg

you get the general idea by now i Guess

i typed sm more than i thought i would,, oh my god i’m so sorry

#KINDA LONG SO FEEL FREE TO SKIP THE MAGIC SECTION IF U WANT NDFJGK #veritasintro #intro.

[chimchimchoo]

Fly Me to the Moon :: Ch 1

Genre: Pure fluff crack

Word Count: 2,510

Pair: Yoongi x Jimin

Collaborated with @tayvengeance

Chapter: 1

"CHEER UP THIS SAD, EMO BOY!"

02-222-3333

Jimin stared at the note on the bathroom wall for a solid 5 minutes before he pulled out his phone and typed in the number.

authors note: we do not own any of the pictures, for better formatting so it’s more comfortable to read, check it out on AO3! AO3 link:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/14944508/chapters/34626863 Twitters: Tae’s Sujin’s <3 - Tae & sujin

Chat with Mochi_Moves

2015.11.15

14:00

Mochi_Moves:

Will this make you feel happier?

SUGA:

What the fuck

Who is this?

Mochi_Moves:

That doesn’t matter. Did the picture make you laugh? c:

SUGA:

No what the fuck

I think you have the wrong #

Mochi_Moves:

Aw :c

No, I just found this number and wanted to make you a happy emo boy!

SUGA:

Wait, who are you

How do you know I’m emo

Also it’s not emo

It’s grunge

Fuck you

Mochi_Moves:

But..I’m not supposed to tell strangers my name :c

Just call me Mochi

I’ll be your anonymous friend c:

Why are you a sad grunge boy?

SUGA:

Life is a bitch

That’s why.

Mochi_Moves:

Ohmygod, this poor soul

Who hurt you??????

SUGA:

Like i’m gonna tell a stranger my life story

Mochi_Moves:

But didn’t you know?

It’s easier to tell strangers

Come on c: c: c:

SUGA:

Add another smile to that and I just might strangle you

I’m kidding

But not really

Mochi_Moves:

:c

SUGA:

Now that’s a relatable emotion

Mochi_Moves:

Okay alright

I won’t pressure you

You can tell me tomorrow c:

Instead tell me something happy about yourself!

c:

SUGA:

I have mint hair.

I guess that’s happy?

Idk

Coloured hair makes me happier

Mochi_Moves:

Mint???? Wow!

I’ve never seen anyone with mint hair

That must look so cool *.*

SEND ME A PICTURE

SUGA:

No, what if you’re a predator

I’ve watched Catfish

I know how this shit goes

Mochi_Moves:

But I’m not! Just the hair

Pleeeaaassseee?

c:

SUGA:

Only if you tell me who you are

Mochi_Moves:

How do I know you’re not a predator either?

Maybe you’re the bathroom janitor for all I know

SUGA:

YOU’RE THE ONE WHO KNEW I WAS AN

EMO BOY

YOU MESSAGED ME FIRST

Mochi_Moves:

I just found it in the bathroom and wanted to

cheer up a sad grunge emo boy

SUGA:

Goddammit Hoseok.

He fucking put my number on the

stall wall again, didn’t he

I’m gonna fight him

Last time he did this, I got calls

nonstop

Mochi_Moves:

Hoseok?

JUNG HOSEOK??????

SUGA:

for a week.

Holy shit.

You know my arch nemesis?

Mochi_Moves:

Yeah! I dance with him!

He’s a great friend

Annoying sometimes…

BUt wonderful c:

SUGA:

Holy shit

You’re that Jimin kid he always

talks about

The revered dancer

“God, Yoongi you should see him. The way he moves his body is

the closest humans will get to magic.”

Mochi_Moves:

He really said something like that?? Wow, he’s really pushing it

Hah..

But you exposed yourself,

Nice to meet you Min Yoongi c:

SUGA:

That’s Yoongi HYUNG to you

Well, since I know you’re not going to prey on my gay ass

Mochi_Moves:

Ah, well

Two gay boys can be friends

c:

So don’t worry

I won’t be a gay predator

SUGA:

Fellas,

Is it gay to have gay friends

Mochi_Moves:

Let’s try it and see if it’ll answer your question!

c:

SUGA:

Well, I showed my face.

Your turn, punk.

Mochi_Moves:

I’m not a punk :c

According to Hoseok

I’m a soft mochi

SUGA:

Is that that Taehyung kid

He’s in my art class

I swear to GOD

Loudass motherfucker

But I guess he makes me laugh

Mochi_Moves:

BITCHDV

WATCH WOT U SAY BOU

M E

I KNOW WHE REY

YOU SIT

SUGA:

Holy shit he’s been reading over

your shoulder?

Hey kid, you’re wild. I admire it.

Especially when you got the fire alarm to go off

in the middle of free painting the other day.

Idk how you did it. You didn’t even leave your

seat.

Mochi_Moves:

I hav my ways ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Next time i jasdskjf

Sdfgk

Sorry! Taehyung took my phone

When I left the room

But yes it’s the one and only

We’re roommates

c:

SUGA:

I see. So no hanging at your place.

Haha

I’m just kidding

Not really

But yeah

Mochi_Moves:

Oh, so you do want to

come over sometime then?

Is that what you’re saying?

c: c: c:

SUGA:

I thought we had bonded over being

Hobi’s friend

I thought WE were gay pals

Without it being gay

Mochi_Moves:

Ah, you’re right!

I thought maybe

You already went onto the next base

Im so glad it didn’t turn out like that

My best gay pal c:

Second to Taehyung of course

SUGA:

I mean, you are a handsome fella

But

I don’t uh, date, really.

Mochi_Moves:

Ahhhh, does your love life

have to do with you being a sad emo grunge boy?

A tragic backstory?

SUGA:

A tale for another time.

(like far beyond this time)

Hahaha

Mochi_Moves:

So like

tomorrow?

SUGA:

Someone’s persistent

Why do you wanna know so bad?

Gonna try to fix the depressed grunge boy?

Mochi_Moves:

You’re just an interesting person

Min yoongi

I’ll figure you out c:

SUGA:

That’s hyung to you, brat.

Chat with Mochi_Moves

2015.11.16

02:30

Mochi_Moves:

Did this cheer you up?

c:

He had too much soju last night

SUGA:

You all drank without me

What the fuck

Mochi_Moves:

I’m sorry :c

I’ll invite you next time!

It was a night out for the dance team

But it can just be us the next time

And I’ll bring taehyung

And hoseok

c:

You don’t want to be around the dance team

When they’re drunk

Trust me

SUGA:

I’ll take your word for it.

Mochi_Moves:

But did it cheer you up????

SUGA:

How can I not laugh at his dumb face

Mochi_Moves:

Just don’t tell him

He’ll make me do push ups for days

if he finds out I have this

considering he blacked out

and doesn't remember a thing

heh

SUGA:

I told him you found my number yesterday

He screamed

Then he sent me this:

And asked how gay I was for you

Mochi_Moves:

DELETE THIS NOW

!!!!

SUGA:

No. it brings me joy.

Mochi_Moves:

Yoongi

Whyy

:c

SUGA:

Hey, haven’t you been trying to make me

happy?

It worked.

Mochi_Moves:

That’s true..

My pain is your happiness

c’:

SUGA:

But I told him I wasn’t gay for you

AND THEN

He sent me this:

And said “how about now?”

I just need to know, what was the

occasion?

Mochi_Moves:

Why does hyung still have this

I swear

I’m going to go talk to this..

Brb

He’s in the other room

c:

SUGA:

Tell him I said thank you for our new

Kakao chat background pic

Mochi_Moves:

YOU DIDNT

MIN YOONGI

TELL ME YOU

DIDNT

SUGA:

Mochi_Moves:

That’s..heh

I don’t know what to say to that

Asdfhjkl

That was a performance I did a few years back

For a dance competition

Hoseok hyung begged

I didn’t want to

But i did anyway, it’s hyung

I can’t say no to him

I retired the exposed chest look

So don’t expect another one

C:

Ever

SUGA:

Not to sound gay or anything

But

You have a nice body.

Good job.

Mochi_Moves:

What about you Mint Yoongi?

What do you do?

SUGA:

Write/compose/play music

A lil art here n there

I’m skilled on the piano.

And I have some beats on soundcloud

Mochi_Moves:

Wow! I love a good artist c:

Have you released anything to music companies??

SUGA:

Uh...

Kinda?

Mochi_Moves:

You must be famous! Can I hear some of your work??

SUGA:

I’m about as famous as you.

https://soundcloud.com/bangtan/agustd103

There you go, I guess.

Mochi_Moves:

It sounds amazing!

You’re so talented

One day you could compose a song

For one of my shows???

How cool would that be?!

SUGA:

Woah, take me to dinner first

Mochi_Moves:

So are you asking for a date??

Mint Yoongi

We haven’t even met formally yet…

So fast..

SUGA:

You were the one talking about intimacies

Composing a song for someone is as

intimate as fucking them.

Mochi_Moves:  

Alright alright

Just gay best pals

Who’ve never met

c:

SUGA:

Well are you insinuating that we should get up

get out and go meet somewhere?

Mochi_Moves:

That would be a good start

Besides

Hoseoks been wanting me to meet you for forever now

I just never had the time

Let’s do it for the sake of this poor hyung

SUGA:

It’s a monday morning.

I don’t have class.

We’re getting coffee.

Also

Why is Hobi hyung but you REFUSE TO

CALL ME HYUNG

Mochi_Moves:

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Meet me at the campus cafe at 10?

SUGA:

Yeah. Sounds good.

Chat With Mochi_Moves

2015.11.25

13:00

SUGA:

Hey

Heyyy

Heyyyyyyy

Jimin

Ji

Min

Mochi_Moves:

Mint Yoongi?

Hi!

What

What is it?

SUGA:

Did I leave my composition notebook

at your place? I can’t find it

And I’m honestly freaking out

I’m gonna have a panic attack

All my songs are in there

And some stuff I don’t want people

poking around in

Mochi_Moves:

Give me just a second, I’m walking back to my room

I’m almost there

SUGA:

Fuckkkkk

Okay

It’s okay

Mochi_Moves:

Oh goodness

Uh

I found it!

I caught Taehyung holding it, but I don’t think he read anything

I’ve never lurched at him so quickly

Do you want me to drop it off?

c:

SUGA:

Yes <3

Ew

That heart was so entirely

A you thing

Mochi_Moves:

Aw c:

You’re sending hearts now

SUGA:

Did it make yours go bangya bangya

Mochi_Moves:

Just a little

c:

SUGA:

That’s fucking gay wow

Mochi_Moves:

I’ll safely return your notebook now!

I’ll guard it with my life

And I won’t read anything

I promise

<3

SUGA:

Jimin

You’re a true hero

I might end up composing that song for

you if you don’t watch out.

Mochi_Moves:

You want to go to the next base already?

wow

I’m impressed

SUGA:

Don’t get your hopes up, sweetie

My emotional capacity is that of a

teaspoon.

Mochi_Moves:

If you triple the recipe, you’ll get a tablespoon

I just gotta triple my love

And your emotional capacity will go up

c:

SUGA:

Which girl group sang that

Bc that’s what you sound like

It’s pretty gay.

Mochi_Moves:

I live with a gay roommate,

I learn a lot of gay things from him

Now open up Mint Yoongi

I’m outside

SUGA:

I would yell @ you for not calling me hyung

But i want my damn notebook.

I’m coming.

Chat With Mochi_Moves

2015.11.27

02:50

Mochi_Moves:

Mint Yoondi

Min

T

Yonff

Ccd:

SUGA:

Wha

Are you drunk?

Mochi_Moves:

Yeff

Yessd

So muffh soju

Whaff aru yo u ding

SUGA:

Where are you?

Are you safe?

Mochi_Moves:

I jusf go t home

Tae t ae passef out

I wasa bored

And mussed u

SUGA:

You saw me like 7 hours ago

Mochi_Moves:

Oghmygo

Ohmydo

That wascd so lo ng ago

::(

SUGA:

Jimin

You should drink water and go to sleep

Please

For your health

Mochi_Moves:

Im

Im nof tierd

Ill  dinrk wahter though

Aru you still u p wrintinh musi

C

???/

SUGA:

As usual.

Mochi_Moves:

WHAt isi it about this tim e/?

SUGA:

My first love.

Mochi_Moves:

Fird love?

I neve r heARd anything abo ut your love life

Didi somethin rly happen to make u

An emo grunge bo y?

Can you ttell me about it??

SUGA:

Not when you’re drunk.

Ask me when you’re sober.

Mochi_Moves:

Ehehhehfdhe

You sitll won t share about yourself :c

I thoght we were best gay pals

I thoufht we got close enough to talk abuot these kind

Of things

SUGA:

Your hangover is gonna be nasty.

How about

I come over in the morning, bring some fire ramen

And tell you about me.

I just don’t want you to forget the conversation.

Mochi_Moves:

Wooooooooooow

minT yoon gi

The sweetest man

Fire ranen sounds

fantatiiiiiiifc

SUGA:

You bet your ass I’m the sweetest man

I’ll fuck up anyone who says otherwise.

Mochi_Moves:

Sweet as suga r

c:

SUGA:

Damn right i am

Mochi_Moves:

<3/

Chat With The.V.Zone

2015.11.29

15:00

The.V.Zone:

Lstn Yoongz

I saw your notebook

SUGA:

I figured you weren’t above snooping in my shit

Trying to figure me out

Or whatever.

The.V.Zone:

I was nvr a fan of you in the first place

Ill b honest

SUGA:

Understandable.

I used to find you unbearably obnoxious

The.V.Zone

I don’’t kno what my Chim has goin on in his head

But he’s all ovr u these days

And im gttn weird vibes

I dnt feel comfortable with this situation

Bck off a little

Chim is a sensitive soul

I don’t want any1 hurting him

SUGA:

Just curious, but what did you read

The.V.Zone

Smthn abt ur first love

SUGA:

Ah.

That’s uh,

I wrote that about my piano

The.V.Zone

Wut.

SUGA:

Look, my family situation was kinda

Eh

It wasn’t great

So I played piano and wrote music

And well

I fell in love with it.

I think it’s the only thing I’ve ever loved.

The.V.Zone:

…

weLL WHY DIDNT U JUST SAY SO

LOOK @ U

A SOFT EMO BOY FALLIN IN LUV

WITH A

PIANo

Wow u r so gay

SUGA:

My name is literally sugar, why are you all

so surprised to find out i’m nice?

The.V.Zone:

U always look rly grumpy

Like ur ready 2 kill someone

I dnt want my Chim around a murderer

SUGA:

It’s call resting bitch face and I’m sorry it

bothers you.

Jimin is a dear friend to me. I would never

do anything to hurt him.

The.V.Zone:

Well

If u say so

THEN BY ALL MEANS FEEL FREE 2 CUM OVR ANYTIME

But im not kiddin bout backing off

Chims mine

Furever

SUGA:

Wait, are you harbouring romantic

feelings for Jimin?

The.V.Zone:

Am i

Am i harborinfdsf

LMMAAAAAAAAOO

Ohmyg o d

Hyung

Ur so funny

Im crying

Oh dear god no

Im happily taken

But ty for ur concern

SUGA:

See, we don’t talk so I don’t know these

things about you.

Don’t worry

You still and will forever remain Jimin’s #1

The.V.Zone:

Good

But wait

What abt u

R u harboring feelings for my Chim??

SUGA:

…

I liked it better when we weren’t talking

The.V.Zone

Oh

O h

OH

I liked it better when we weren’t talking too.

BUT 2 LATE 4 THAT

SPILL THE JUICES

I WONT TELL I PROMISE

SUGA:

Every single fiber of my being tells me that

that is a lie

The.V.Zone:

:)

U dont kno me

SUGA:

Yeah that’s the problem

The.V.Zone:

Okay

Rmbr Jimin’s recent performance?

U 2 sick with the flu

And cldnt go

SUGA:

:/ I still feel bad about that.

He was so excited for me to watch.

The.V.Zone

Well

I hve pics

V good pics

If u tell me ill send them 2 u

U wont regret

:) :)

SUGA:

You know, I might have misjudged you, Kim Taehyung.

I apologize for that.

The.V.Zone:

U r forgiven

SUGA:

Well. I haven’t told anyone this

but

I have

emotions

regarding a certain person

named

Park Jimin.

The.V.Zone:

*sigh*

Some1 in luv

With my Chim

SUGA:

You throw the word “love” out so easily

I’ve only known him personally for like 2 weeks

The.V.Zone:

Gr8 point

Thats why ur perfct 4 him

An intellectual

I’ll deliver what i promised

Cherish these with ur lyfe

Regrettin that flu yet?

SUGA:

Holy shit

I’m gay

#fly me to the moon #collab #fic #au #yoonmin #fluff #fluffy crack #jimin #yoongi #bts #bts imagine #bts scenarios #bts fanfic #bangtan boys #bangtan fanfic #bangtan sonyeondan #bts au #yoonmin au #personal

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Ky’s 琅琊榜 Nirvana in Fire/Lang Ya Bang liveblog experience

EPISODE 2

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Time for episode 2!! the one you should really stick around for!! Altho ill be honest, episode 3 is when it really really gets going. this ep is still introducing more major characters LMAO

We left ep 1 finding out about a competition for Nihuangs hand. thank god ep 2 picks up with a discussion about that

The princess is a marquess general rank and has made it on to the Langya martial list

have i mentioned i LOVE HER

unfortunately the emperor is very paranoid

(summary of the whole drama)

and Nihuang is apparently too powerful. hes trying to limit her power with marriage

HIM

I love this intro. Crunchy knuckles man

Bamf and ominous!!

little did I know!!

They also casually drop that Xie Yu controls the capitol patrol guards

i sure do hope that doesnt become relevant later

I still do not like prince yu. hes trying to control Nihuang :(

Mei Changsu has disappeared!! Right under their noses!!

He’s already delighting me

“Even though Fei Liu has mental insufficiencies, he has a good temperament” I CACKLED

MY FACE TOO

Great father-figure, just letting hes souped-up superhero kid wander wherever

But thats okay, we now get to see Commander Meng and Fei Liu battle it out

Fei Liu is HORRIFIED that there might be someone he cant beat

All the fight scenes serve multiple purposes too. Xie Yu is Judging™

Commander Meng “I wouldn’t have dared say I could have won within a hundred moves” 

Cut to Xie Yu’s double take 

SOMETHING CLICKED

you used the Su Zhe alias for like 1 day tops and its already nearly useless

It’s solely to confuse first time watchers

Fei Liu being depressed against a pole im dying

(MCS said he couldnt have beaten Commander Meng)

Im not making a comment about that quote

youre making a comment about that quote

But Xie Bi is onto MCS secret and runs straight to prince yu, while Xie Yu runs straight to the crown prince LMOA

So predictable

“Openly yet discretely took discretely took up residence in my househole”

Yeah it wasnt that discreet 

Also love how Xie Yu goes “yeah no we’re probably gonna have to kill him”

OH

HEY GUESS WHOS FINALLY HERE

YEAH

THE OTHER MAIN CHARACTER

PRINCE JING. JINGYAN. MY PRINCEEEEE

i love how hes just so,,, fucking blunt

and terse

absolutely no social niceties

Xia Dong just stares off into the middle distance and refuses to acknowledge him

Priceless

“This wouldnt be another big conspiracy case would it?”

THATS SO DANG POINTED

i didnt even know what was going on the first time and i still figured out that was a pointed dig. Xia Dong’s look of outrage is priceless

AND THEN HE JUST FUCKS OFF

So Lin Xie (our mc’s dad) apparently killed Xia Dongs husband and that was part of this whole big Chiyan conspiracy that resulting in the army being massacred and mcs falling off a cliff and not dying

But Prince Jing and Nihuang dont believe it. dun dun dunnnn

I remember the first time i watched this and i had the thought that this dude is just. dead inside

I was not wrong

His life sucks rn

And his father and brothers are making him stand outside for hours

thank god for gao zhan the eunuch

His dad FORGOT about him

His brothers piss me off soooo much. i can just see his desire to sink into the floor and/or throttle them both and I CONCUR

And here we have Jingyan’s mother!!!

The real mvp of the show

shes also absolutely gorgeous

And sad that her son didnt visit :((((

Jingrui protecting mcs from his mother and the empress is precious and absolutely breaks my heart

“There’s nothing moral about needlessly placing a friend in a difficult position” AAAAAAA

The thing i loved was that foreshadowing was always evident (through the music and stress and long stares) even if u had no idea what was being foreshadowed 

They’re deliberately late to the fight show so that they dont end up in the boring procession

We (briefly) see Mu Qing who is Nihuang’s lil bro and a Whole Idiot. I love him

But then we get the gr8 scene of the Crown Prince and Prince Yu blatantly jockeying for MCS’s favour

MCS manages to deftly deflect all their gifts

its incredible

Yujin and Jingrui are just looking on like o_o’’’

ooooh no

we’re going to meet the grand dowager empress (the emperors grandmother)

;;A;; IM GONNA CRY

“She is the most peaceful grandmother on earth” oooo my heart

I LOVE THIS bc i was not entirely clear on the family relation here the first time but i still knew EXACTLY what this meant to mcs

THAT MUSIC

she doesnt remember any of them ;;n;;;

HIS EYEEEES

SHE CALLS HIM XIAO-SHU

AAAAAA

u just know this is important. that this recognition is everything hes lost (his family, his friends, his fiance)

but his great grandmother still recognises him

She remembered his favourite sweet too TAT

oh no

and MCS grips nihuang’s hand!!!

Jingrui had to remind him to leave

im so sad :((((( 

I feel bad for his great grandmother;;;

And then he goes back to lying

Why you always lyyyyinggggg

Nihuang asking the pertinent questions like “why tf would you come to the capital, where all the politics are, to REST?”

She may have a point

This ep ends with a slave boy being whipped when spills a bucket of water :000

Which means next ep is the MEETING

I said this one would be shorts and it....nearly is. Apparently i have a lot of thots on Every Scene /surprised pikachu face. 

#ky rambles about nif #nif liveblog #ep2 nif #nirvana in fire #nif #liveblog #are these getting shorter? #possibly #are they getting more coherent? #certainly not #my target audience is me