#it’s funny they are doing this on April lolol

[hanafubukki]

AHHHHH BOOK 7 part 3 ahhhhhhh 🥳🥳💞💞

And SILVER BUNNY EVENT YESSSSS 🙌🙌🙌

(In en)

We get to see cute deuce and his mom moments

And ahhh silver event yessss

Especially when he picks the gifts!!! I’m so ready for senpai silver with his younger classmates 🥹🥹

(Ortho…Cerberus ortho…should I pull…I heard he’s a great card…)

This means!! Part 4 next!!! General Lilia sooooonnnnn

#hanas thoughts #it’s funny they are doing this on April lolol #I can’t wait to see what the joke for April this year is in twst jp 😂😂 #but general lilia sooooonnn #omg #and Cerberus ortho…I heard such good things hmmmm

[alexalexinii]

Wip Wednesday!

Thank you to @hushed-chorus for tagging me this week!

Even though it’s Thursday here (thanks Australia), still wanted to post something.

I am currently doing some things that I’m not able to show as of yet so I’ll just share this abandoned WIP I started around April lolol. I am also still going to fix the storyboard and post it (probably this weekend if I’m lucky).

Also non-Carry On related: I am currently preparing for a convention that’s this October so my schedule is PACKED trying to get art from different fandoms like Deltarune, Omori and many others. Have the Sunny/Omori charm I’m planning:

Funny that both of these have trauma-filled violin players.

Anyway!

Tags and Hellos are bellow the cut!

@artsyunderstudy @cutestkilla @letraspal @shrekgogurt @ebbpettier @rimeswithpurple @hushed-chorus @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @palimpsessed @imagineacoolusername @fatalfangirl @ileadacharmedlife @valeffelees @raenestee @orange-peony

#wip wednesday #simon snow trilogy #omori #baz pitch #tyrannus basilton grimm pitch #co/ws/awtwb #for every finished drawing 10 abandoned wips follow

[los-ninos-tortugas]

Important question: which VERSION of the Turtles are the Mystery Gang meeting? And which version of the Mystery Gang are the Turtles meeting? Or do we have several variants meeting each other at once? For example, the classic Scooby Doo Where Are You gang paired with the 84 Turtles, the Live Action Scooby gang paired with the Bayverse Turtles, the Be Cool Scooby Doo gang paired with the Rise Turtles, the Mystery Incorporated gang paired with the 2003 Turtles, and the What’s New Scooby Doo gang paired with the 2012 Turtles. For some reason a villain has brought them together - perhaps to pit the different groups against each other. They have had enough of meddling teenagers solving mysteries!!!

(Brought to you by someone who is both way too invested in TMNT and also really likes Scooby Doo.)

Okay for real this made me laugh so thank you for that. All the different combinations are very funny and the idea of some villain who is super tired of meddling kids of all varieties, human and turtles alike, is kinda hilarious lolol. Admittedly though, I don’t think it’s something I could handle the execution of, it’s very big, lol.

I think if I had to come up with a version that could fit in the run-time of say, a 45 minute TV special I think the most potential for fun and hijinks comes from either a combination with the 87 turtles (because they’re just so fun and silly inherently) or with the Rise Turtles (also really funny). Not that I don’t love my 2003 boys but they’re just on the edge of a little too serious I think. I just can’t imagine them doing the hallway chase gag set to a fun pop song.

As for the mystery gang themselves… hmm sometimes in these sorts of specials we get almost a whole new iteration of the gang in order to fit the world they’re in but to just pick a specific version… okay frankly I’m biased because I grew up watching both Scooby-Doo Where are you? And What’s New Scooby-Doo, but the classic gang is so early days that they don’t quite have personalities yet so they’re a little boring, I feel like the What’s New Scooby-Doo gang is the best bet lmao.

If it’s the mystery gang and the 87 turtles I think there could be some fun with identity mix ups between Daphne and April, since they kinda look alike (and I could be remembering wrong but I think this is the iteration of Daphne that has an interest in journalism). Maybe she and Daphne are like, secret distant cousins or something and that’s why the gang is visiting New York (I haven’t really watched the 87 show yet, so everything I know about the 87 turtles comes from Turtles Forever)

With the Rise boys and the mystery gang, I still think there’d be that human connection with April as the sort of liaison because again, famous mystery solving teens, and aspiring teenage journalist, April has got to get the scoop and the boys are coming along for the ride. Heck, maybe the gang is accidentally following the trail of one of the Turtles’ rogues, thinking that it’s a person in a costume and not a mutant, and that’s how they cross paths! Hijinks ensue.

Overall I just think the potential for comedy is really good. Also I think it’d be really funny if the turtles are more astonished by the talking dog than the gang is by talking turtles lololol.

#answered asks #anon ask #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt 87 #1987 teenage mutant ninja turtles #scooby doo #scooby doo crossover #rottmnt crossover #tmnt crossover #katnip talks

[aprillikesthings]

YOOOOO IT'S MY WEEKEND and I have eaten dinner and it is time for MORE SHE-RA

yayyyy

OH GOD we're getting into the really good shit btw

if I manage not to do a marathon of these it'll be a gd miracle

Usual reminder: this is a REwatch and there's spoilers ahoy, I make a lot of bad jokes, I reference other cartoons

s4 ep10 fractures

okay before we get started

ahahah

I've given in. I'm gonna cosplay Catra. >_< wish me luck, I'm aiming for some kinda loosely post-canon thing, in part because there's no hiding my age at this point, except via like, photoshop pfft

side note the place I was looking at that makes custom fangs based on dental impressions is usually a month and change out, and the con I want to wear this to is in mid-April. *GROAN*

I have tried the cheap ones they don't stay on D:

OKAY

Dialogue is Double Trouble. Why are you even in the room??

oh it's a truth-telling spell lol

(it didn't work)

LOLOL the disbelief in Double Trouble's voice. "Can she do that?"

oh my GOD (yes it's Double Trouble)

but their Adora looks like Johnny Bravo aaahaha

Double Trouble does blow a raspberry at Shadow Weaver, tho, so they're forgiven

Adora explains the Heart of Etheria Project

Shadow Weaver: oooh we can use this to our advantage Me: okay Boromir but NO

nO

Adora's about to blow a fuse, but I would be, too! Like what part of "the planet could explode" is fucking difficult

Meanwhile, Catra is watching porn video feeds of places the Horde has taken

and thinks she spots someone!!!

(she hasn't, and she makes a sad little face when she realizes)

yeah she's being a bitch but also her deranged little face is great

OR EVERYONE COULD DIE. THERE'S ALSO THAT.

YAYYYY

does anyone else remember the old video "what your fave she-ra ship says about you"? this was made just after s4 actually. anyway I'm remembering it because it includes the line "you just want good things for Scorpia. and really, who wouldn't?"

Daci and I, for a while, couldn't stop quoting the ContraPoints clip used early on to reference "The inherent eroticism of the sea."

"MMmmm yeah. Don't you wanna just...get in there?"

It's a really funny video (I am called out SEVERAL TIMES) and the channel did a bunch of similar videos for other shows.

(also looking at the home page of the channel, she's a she now!!!! HELL YEAH)

Anyway everyone is surprised to see Scorpia :D

And their initial reaction is Not Good D:

the poor thing accidentally stuns Perfuma (...oh god that'S HILARIOUS knowing later stuff)

well that stops Adora in her tracks

back in the Fright Zone, Catra thinks she hears Scorpia's laugh and again is visibly relieved before realizing she's wrong

babygirl you need some rest (and so do your soldiers), you are getting paranoid and hearing things

so what, you're going to torture the rest of the soldiers who haven't left????

(I understand why she does the things she does but I still want to shake some sense into her)

JUST GET SOME GD SLEEP

she tries to call Double Trouble, but they don't answer

I want to give her a hug. But also shake some sense into her.

Another one to add to my "cartoon bondage" collection, as one does. But Perfuma is clearly a little smitten, though: she smiles as she walks away and makes a flower grow in the vines, awwwww

okay oh my GOD okay Scorpia's dialogue is KILLING ME i am CACKLING

"Wow...Yeah, but just-- Shadow Weaver. And at Bright Moon. Everything is making so much sense about why Catra's been acting the way she has."

Adora goes wide-eyed at Catra's name, Shadow Weaver looks at her, and then Adora looks away, pissed off.

like I was saying: SMITTEN

Anyway Scorpia explains why she wants to go find/save Entrapta, who's on Beast Island, and:

bahaha

they relate various stories about the horrors of Beast Island and Shadow Weaver insists they're nicer than the actual place, it's starting to sound like some bad joke about Etheria's version of Australia

I mean also you should go get her because she shouldn't be stuck there but okay

They all decide to go to Beast Island to rescue Entrapta but Glimmer is having NONE of it

Glimmer: "Adora, have you ever heard of anyone coming back from Beast Island? Do you even know where it is?"

I mean, good points, but

aaaugh

Bow: "There's an unstable mass of magic in the middle of the planet. Everyone's at risk unless we can get Entrapta to shut it down."

OKay I'm not typing up the whole damn episode you can read the transcript if you really want to, lol they argue about this for a bit longer, Glimmer even recommends they ask Light Hope how to use it even though that's a terrible idea, Glimmer tries to appeal to Bow but Bow is on Adora's side on this one

oh honey, no

She tries to order Bow and Adora to stay in the castle and not leave

Scorpia's "prison cell" is a very nice spare room. Perfuma brings her a salad and Scorpia doesn't recognize it as food immediately, the poor thing has only ever had ration bars.

Frosta: "It's not a sleepover!!! Perfuma: ":D I'll get pillows, brb!"

But then Frosta asks about her pincers with genuine interest and makes ones for herself out of ice...and Scorpia starts to cry

;_;

;_;

GO. TO. BED. oh my god

I RAN OUT OF IMAGES fhghgh okay gonna reblog

#april rewatches spop #fractures #Youtube

[mrszeoxin]

Revisiting Mystic Messenger (Zen, Yoosung, and Jaehee)

Full transparency, I played these three routes around April and May this year so they aren’t as fresh in my brain. It was super fun to do, I was totally obsessed with this game in high school. However, out of the three options for the Casual Story I had only played Yoosung’s route before, because he was the only one I wanted to date out of them and he was closest to me in age. So Zen and Jaehee’s stories were totally new to me.

Zen’s Route

Truth be told, I used to low-key hate Zen as a teenager. (Please do not hate me, we all have our preferences, and I married Shane in Stardew Valley so clearly people do not always like my favorites either.)

I just have never been super into the silver/white haired anime guys, plus he does come off a little self centered when you don’t play his route, and he hates cats (which as a extreme cat lover is a actual dealbreaker for me irl). So, I never really gave him the time of day.

So is Zen my type? No, probably not. HOWEVER, I did finally play his route, and I will say after that I do like him a lot more than I used to. Is he my favorite? No. But I actually like him now, and feel bad being mean to him, which never used to be a problem for me before.

I love the development of his and Jumin’s relationship, honestly wish this would happen to them in every route because I love it when we can all be open and get along.

Also his voice actor absolutely amazing. 10/10 great voice. He did an amazing job, I actually looked forward to calling/being called by Zen because he did so great.

Overall, super fun, and I enjoyed it so much more than I ever thought I would. I thought getting through it would suck, and while it was a little cringey to get the good ending, it was overall just such a fun route. So Zen May not be for me, but I see what y’all see in him!

Yoosung’s Route

My baby boy Yoosung. I loved Yoosung in high school and I still love him now. It’s kind of sad that I’m older than him now, but I still love him and his route so freaking much!

Reasons why I’m drawn to/love Yoosung; he’s adorable and I love cute guys, he’s a gamer, he’s more emotional, and he’s overall super relatable. Side note: but those reasons also apply to my husband, so it really is stuff I find attractive in a man.

As a teenager I hadn’t really played World of Warcraft or League of Legends, although I knew of both of them. But since then, I actually have played both which has made Yoosung’s addiction to LOLOL so much more funny and relatable to me, I adore it. I also didn’t notice how much of a masochist and sub Yoosung was when I played as a teen, but as an adult it really smacked me in the face and I found it so amusing whenever it was mentioned so casually in all the routes.

His voice actor also did so good. So many of his calls warmed my heart or made me laugh, even outside his route. I know his voice actor said he was very embarrassed by most of Yoosung’s lines, and I can see why, but I still absolutely adored how he did Yoosung’s voice.

So far with my re-play Yoosung has been my favorite, because I just love him so much and I love his story and development as a character.

Jaehee’s Route

Once again, I did not play her route in high school, simply because I’m not romantically attracted to other women so I didn’t feel like it. Plus, why play that when I could go straight to 707 and Jumin (who I was hardcore crushing on). I knew her route was “platonic”, but again I was a teen and only played a route if I was crushing on the character, so I never played her’s.

This route was honestly the most different from all the ones I’ve played, which makes since as Jaehee is a woman. I honestly didn’t hate this route, I’m glad Jaehee got her freedom and found her own passions. I love that she could embrace her femininity again. Plus it was a little funny watching Jumin self-destruct (I laughed so hard about 707’s car and Jumin).

However, as a Jumin lover, Yoosung lover, 707 lover, cat lover, and “Zen’s okay”-er, I don’t think this route was for me. Mainly because, while I love Jaehee and loved her progress, I don’t feel like we would get along irl. Not because she’s bad, just I don’t think our humor and interests would actually align all that much. I don’t like that she sees Yoosung’s hobby as childish or doesn’t appreciate 707’s jokes, and she also hates cats. So, I just didn’t really vibe with it.

I feel like if you love Zen and/or women, and you maybe don’t like Jumin that much, this route would be perfect for you, but that is not me.

The voice actress was awesome, as they all are. She had a very nice voice that I found strangely calming, and I did actually enjoy the calls a lot. So she did an amazing job.

I love Jaehee, but her route was not meant for me.

Overall Thoughts

I’m sure anyone who reads this has already played of or heard of Mystic Messenger. It came out when I was in high school so it’s not exactly a new game anymore. However, I’ve loved getting to revisit it as an adult. Out of Casual Story Yoosung is still the best for me, but I’m sure he’s not the best of the three for everyone and that’s fine. Just wanted to share some of my thoughts since I replayed it. I’ll be doing the Deep Story route probably in September and October, so I’ll post my revisiting those routes then.

#english otome #mystic messenger #otome #otome game #mysme yoosung #mystic messenger yoosung #mysme zen #mystic messenger zen #mysme jaehee #mystic messenger jaehee #mysme

[solarwonux]

Epitaph || kth (6/?)

pairing: Taehyung x f!reader || roommates!au

w.c: 11.8k (this was supposed to be a short one)

Genre: fluff, angst, smut, slow burn, co-parenting!au, fwb!au, non idol!au

Warnings: semi-edited :( slow burn 10x, some angst, cursing, fluff, period talk (kinda) mentions of drugs and alcohol, insecurities, hints to an eating disorder, panic attacks, vaping!Tae lolol (once again these two are idiots)

Synopsis: In memory of the man Kim Taehyung used to be. Caught up and  lost in a continuous cycle searching for something that was already there.

Reeling you into a mess that you never asked for because all you wanted was to feel complete and happy.

a/n: enjoy, let me know your thoughts. This one was fun to write lol. I also think there will be one more before chapter after this one. 

m.list || series m.list

prev || next

Before 

April 2014 

“You’re being quiet.” 

The sound of Taehyung’s voice makes you jump, dropping your teabag. “I’m what?” You question, leaning down to pick it up. Only you’re too slow and Taehyung has taken it upon himself to help you out on your quest. 

“You, you’re being too quiet. You’re never this quiet.” He hands it to you, while standing up and hoisting himself up on the kitchen counter. Next to where you’re making your tea and sighing. “Is something wrong? The apartment feels weird without you talking about something.” He whispers, looking down at his slacks. 

That’s when you notice that you’re not home alone anymore. That you haven’t been home alone for a while. That you didn’t even notice Taehyung come in and greet you with the usual forehead kiss. Or that you’ve been running on autopilot for who knows how long and that he’s been watching you. Waiting to get some sort of reaction from you other than the blank far away look you’ve been sporting since he came home. 

You shake your head. “I’m sorry, I’m just not feeling very good.” You mumble, jumping when the kettle sounds. You’ve been so jumpy all day today. Taehyung first noticed it this morning, but he figured it had to do with the fact that Yoongi made both you and Hoseok watch a scary movie last night. This, though, was different. The after-effects of a scary movie only last roughly eight hours. You seem distant, distracted, and on edge and he hates that he doesn’t know why. 

Taehyung nods, watching you closely as you prepare your tea. Then he makes a viable conclusion as to why you’re being like this. In his head is the only one that makes sense. “Oh, is it your period again? I thought you had at least a week left until it came?” He’s confused, but you’re somewhat shocked that he more or less knows your cycle. Because he’s right there was still a week left and the way you’re feeling right now has nothing to do with that, or him, or the scary movie. 

It has everything to do with you. 

You who keeps overthinking. You who has been stuck in a negative bubble for days now. You who worries too much. You who can’t seem to believe the good things happening around you. You who feels undeserving and unworthy. You who can’t seem to let yourself love yourself and others. You who makes big problems out of small ones. You who pushes everyone away when all they want to do is help.

Everything has to do with you, you, you, you.

With a sigh, you shake your head and move past him. “It’s not that, just not feeling very good. I’ll get over it.” You shrug as if it meant nothing. But deep down, you’re screaming, crying out for help. Crying out for someone to hold you close because you’re so scared. Scared of the now. Scared of the past and scared of the future, and whatever is going to happen to you. 

It’s funny, by twenty-five you thought you’d have at least something figured out. But you don’t. You’re unemployed. Well, you feel unemployed. Being a receptionist at a music school is not where you envisioned you’d be by now. You haven’t been with anyone since you were eighteen. You’re sure you can’t count the online fling you had at nineteen a relationship then sure. And your friends seem to be ten steps ahead of you in life, leaving you behind. Hoseok’s start-up is booming, Yoongi just finished his residency, Namjoon got his first book published, and Jiwoo’s interior designing is booming. 

Hell, even Taehyung, who was just named CEO to his father’s software company, feels like he’s decades ahead of you. You feel inadequate, rooted in the same spot with no way out, and lonely and in need of just not existing anymore. It seems like nothing you do helps you put at least one foot in front of you. It’s not fair. 

“Wait,” Taehyung gently grabs a hold of your arm, stopping you from getting any further than two steps. “You’ve been locked up in your room since Friday.” He whispers, walking closer. His warmth engulfs you and you feel the tears well up in the corner of your eyes. You know what’s coming next, and you hate this part the most. His care is the last thing you need right now. Though, you can’t stop it. You’re frozen like ice as his arms land right on top of your shoulders, and his lips right next to your ear. “I’m worried, tell me what’s wrong, I'll help.” He pleads and that’s when you break down. 

Taehyung holds you as you sink to the floor, clutching your forgotten mug of tea. He reels you into his chest and hugs you tightly. One hand soothingly rubs circles over your back. While the other smooths down your hair. He’s whispering, pleading for you to calm down. But your sobs are so loud and full of pain that you don’t register anything he’s seeing. He notices this because he stops and simply just holds you, with his chin resting on top of your head, gently rocking you back and forth, like a baby. 

Truly, he’s scared. Hoseok once warned him about how you get when you’re at your breaking point. He tried to prepare him for this moment three months after the two of you moved in together. Hoseok’s warning was so engraved in his head that for a while he walked on eggshells around you. Careful not to step on a crack in the sidewalk because he didn’t want to be dealing with something like this. 

As the years went by he forgot about Hoseok's warning, and let his guard down because nothing had happened until now. And he feels awful for ever thinking that a breakdown of yours would just be a bother to him. Though, that was before he learned to care for you and possibly love you as more than a friend and a roommate. Now he doesn’t know what to do. He doesn’t know if he’s doing it right or if he’s doing enough or if he should say something or if he should simply go away. 

“P-Please breathe.” He swallows, his lips close to the shell of your ear to make sure you can hear him. “Everything is okay, I’m here, do you feel me here?” He takes a deep breath. “Be here with me please, you’re safe here.” He begs, his arms loosen up in fear that he’s suffocating you, instead of helping you. He brings them down, places one hand over your chest and the other on your lower back. 

Your sobs have died down, just a little. But he keeps whispering for you to come back to him, even if you’re too far away to listen. He doesn’t stop. It’s the smell of strawberry cheesecake lingering in his breath that somewhat helps you regain your breath. It’s foreign and unfamiliar. Sweet and it doesn’t belong there, but you try your best to match your inhales and exhales with his. It’s when you realize that you’ve just shown Taehyung a side of you that you never wanted him to see. 

The vulnerable, scared little girl that didn’t grow up from certain traumas that she gained as a child. It’s embarrassing and only makes you want to run and hide and never see him. Yet, he doesn’t let you. The minute you try to escape from his hold he brings you back to him with full force. Your back hitting his chest and the back of your head hitting his chin, sending his head back. The two of you moan in pain, hold onto your sore spots, rubbing them gently. 

It’s your window for escape, the only one you see open. So you take it. Make it a full five steps into the hallway that leads towards the rooms. Only to be stopped by the loud timber of his smooth voice.

“You can run away but it won’t stop me from worrying about you or asking what’s wrong.” 

He stands up quickly, once again closing the distance between the two of you. “Please tell me what’s wrong, I won’t ask you for anything else ever. Don’t leave me out in the dark.” There he goes again, begging, acting like he cares, even if deep down you know he does, and you’re just being unfair. Because you’re also a little jealous that he brought someone home last night without a warning. Everything up until that point. The late-night talks, the laughs, the hangouts, the secret glances, the cuddles, and pet names meant something until last night. 

To him, you were nothing else but a companion, a friend, a roommate. Nothing more and nothing less. 

Simply, you weren’t his type and that’s something you just have to live with. Until you find someone who replaces him and helps you forget. 

“I-I’m sorry I didn’t mean to bother you.” You shrug, taking a detour and placing your now cold mug of tea on top of the kitchen island. Your appetite vanishes when you remember the low whispers shared between the two of them, seeping through the thinness of your wall. Nothing you did helped drown it out. And you did everything you could possibly imagine. 

Taehyung shakes his head and takes your hand, making you face him. “No, you’re not a bother. And I’ve been told that I’m a great listener.” 

Everything happens in slow motion. The way he forces a comforting smile to appear on his face. The way he brings your hand up to his lips. The way your knuckles and then makes no effort to let it go. He brings you over to the couch and sits you down on his lap. His chin resting on top of your shoulder. It’s all too much but you’re selfish, so you make yourself believe that this is real. 

It’s easy. You bear your soul to him, and tell him everything and anything he needs to know to understand that you’re something more than what he first perceived. That you’re not an empty shell, who laughs on command and only talks when spoken to. You don’t run on gasoline, you run with your heart and your emotions. That you have feelings and that right now life was totally hitting you with a curveball, making it harder than it already was. 

When you finish, both of you are silent. Taehyung is trying to cling onto every single one of your words and savors them like they’re candy. Like they’re his own. He grows furious because you’ve been feeling this way right underneath his nose and he had no idea. That’s why he can’t tell you the truth. As much as his heart begs him to do so every waking moment of the day. You deserve better and unlike you. He has a closet full of skeletons he refuses to touch. 

You’re much better than him in every sense of the word. That a part of him can’t believe that this was the side you kept hidden from the world. It’s equally as beautiful and heartbreaking because he understands wholeheartedly everything. 

“I won’t pretend that I know every single solution to the things you’re going through right now. But I will tell you one thing.” He starts, grabbing a hold of your chin and tilting it so you’re facing him. “I’m not happy where I am either.” He confesses, closes his eyes for a brief moment, afraid of your reaction. And he has every right to be because when he opens them again you’re looking at him with eyes full of a mixture of things. Anger, confusion, and compassion. 

“B-But you have everything you could ever ask for.” You say, shaking your head. It seems impossible in your eyes. Taehyung is literally the heir of his father’s company. He invests in property and stocks in his free time. He’s good-looking. Confident. Women and men kiss the ground he walks on. He’s rich and the only reason he’s still paying for this shitty apartment is because he feels sorry for you. It’s the only thing that makes sense to you. 

Taehyung sighs. “Not everything.” He grins, sadly before shaking his head and smiling his wide boxy smile. “It’s not important.” He brushes it off and sinks into the couch, tapping his fingers over your hips. “Right now, it’s not about me. Don’t keep things bottled up. Whenever you’re not feeling well, come tell me please.” 

“Tae if yo-” 

“Stop, we can talk about it later.” He says sternly, pushing you off his lap, standing up. “Will you promise to tell me if something is wrong from now on?” He questions, towering a few inches above you, looking down at you with hopeful eyes. 

He’s deflecting again, pushing aside your curiosity of his life before you. You know later will never come. You’ve become so accustomed to his deviations that you know not to push the subject, because it will just lead him further away from you. You want him close for as long as you can have him. Before hel discovers your inferiority complex and runs far away from you. 

Just like everyone before him did. 

“I will, I promise.” You nod. 

Taehyung bites his lip to keep himself from smiling and brings you into a hug. “Good, I don’t like seeing you suffer.” He mumbles, placing a gentle kiss against your temple. The way your heart jumps at the action is embarrassing. It does that, whenever Taehyung is around, it’s almost exhausting. 

“Thank you.” You say, hugging him back and squeezing him tight. This won’t last long and you aren’t sure if you’ll truly let him in like you just told him you would. But a little white lie never hurt anyone, especially if the outcome is him.

He pulls away, taps your nose gently, letting his arms fall to his side. He feels all giddy inside, like a child in a toy store for the first time. You trust him, at least that’s what he hopes. And he has to turn away quickly, cupping his ears so you don’t see how red they’re turning. Even if he is aware that he is attracting your attention by doing this and literally running away into the dining room. Leaving you behind stranded and confused. At a loss for words. 

Nothing about Taehyung ever made sense. He was worse than a mystery novel. Each page that you turn, you’re faced with a new plot twist. It’s how it’s been for the past three years, and you don’t see it changing any time soon. 

“Oh, I forgot to ask.” Taehyung rushes out, walking back into the living room balancing his open laptop in his hand. “There’s a gala next week. Dad wants me to go and do the usual networking rounds. Do you want to go with me?” He pauses for a second, scratching the back of his neck. “As my date?” 

Date, date, date?

This is the first time Taehyung ever refers to you and hanging out with you as a date. Before it’s just been hangouts. Now, it’s a date and at a gala, with all the rich people he seems to know. A world different from your own. A world that you have no business parading in. You should say no. It won’t hurt him because all he has to do is step foot outside the front door and he’ll have someone kissing his toes begging for him to take them. Just take last night for example, and the night before, and the night before that night. They’re all different, their whines are the biggest giveaway. Why can’t he take one of them? Why take you? 

You should say no, for the betterment of your heart and mental health. 

You don’t, because once again you’re selfish and love to fill your head with more delusional moments. Moments in which you’re sure you feel more than he does. One day, you’ll wake up and it will hurt a lot, but for now, you’ll play pretend again for one more night. 

Just. One. More. Night. That’s. All. 

“Tae I’d love to be your date.” 

In hindsight, it seemed like a good idea to ask Hoseok and Jiwoo to help you pick a dress for the gala. It’s your big break as Taehyung’s arm candy (Hoseok’s joke) so you need to look your best. That was before you stepped foot into your first store. The excitement of going shopping with your best friend’s quickly dissipated into nothing when you tried on your first dress. Then your second, and your third, fourth, fifth, sixth, and so on. 

Now, you regret asking them, but you also regret saying yes to Taehyung. 

“I don’t know guys, I think I still like the emerald green one more.” You’re practically whining as you look at yourself in the full-length mirror. 

The dress this time is satin red, off the shoulder to show off the little cleavage you have, and has a giant slit up the right side of your leg. It would make wearing underwear impossible. It’s one of the reasons why you’re feeling so insecure wearing it. The other reason is that the store lighting is horrendous, therefore makes the dress look horrendous on you. Therefore this is not the one. Again. 

“I mean I don’t like this one either, but emerald green was so last season. What about the black one from store number four.” Jiwoo chimes in, holding her chin up as she lets her eyes travel over your figure. 

Hoseok stands up clapping his hands in front of him. “Ladies, I know you two hate listening to my advice but I really think the nude sequin one was the winner five stores ago.” 

“The long one?” You tilt your head. You’ve seen sequence, you’ve seen satin, you’ve seen velvet, and every other textile material today that they’ve all started to blur into one big whole mess. 

If you’re being honest right now, the only thing you want is to go home and possibly not eat for the next two days. 

“No, the short one, with the high neckline and beaded sleeves.” He rolls his eyes, and stands behind you, cringing at the displeasure written all over your face. He understands that the dress was an immediate no, but not because it looked bad on you. In fact, it looked good on you that he made the ‘if I wasn’t so gay and in love, I’d fall for you in a heartbeat’ joke. The dress was so out of comfort zone that he could visibly see you shrink because of how uncomfortable you felt. But he saw the smile on your face when you first stood in front of the full-length mirror. He could see you visibly putting the outfit together. Makeup, heals, and all. He could see you imagining Taehyung’s reaction and the whole night. Until you started overthinking everything. As quickly as the dress was put on it was taken off. 

“Come on bubs, we’re trying to woo Tae and his rich friends. That dress is perfect, everyone’s eyes will be on you and they’ll forget why they were even there in the first place.” 

Jiwoo snaps her fingers in agreement, throws her right leg up, crosses them dramatically, and flips her hair. “I agree, we’re in operation to get Kim Taehyung to fall in love with you, and that dress, plus your beauty, combined with your charm will do the job.” She says pointedly. 

You roll your eyes at their theatrics. Never once did you say this was the night in which Taehyung would worship the ground you walked on like a Greek goddess. That was all they’re doing. All you wanted was to find a dress that will help you fit in. Something tells you that sequence or a giant slit showing off the skin of your vagina was not it. 

“But the emerald green one is not that bad. I think it looks good on me and it’s safe.” 

“Yeah cause it’s something a mom with three kids. on her third divorce would wear,” Jiwoo mutters, rolling her eyes before standing up. “Listen to us for once, get the other one. I can even do your makeup and Hobi can do your hair. We promise to make you look like a Princess from some faraway country that no one knows about.” She clasps her hands in front of her, pouting like her malicious fourteen-year-old cousin. 

Yes, unfortunately you’ve had the privilege in meeting them. Winter break in the alps with Jiwoo’s family circa 2011 was a nightmare. One you will never forget.

“Wouldn’t that just defeat the purpose of, if I’m a Princess for some faraway land?” You say dramatically, stepping down from the platform, careful to hold the slit of the dress closed. They’ve seen you naked far too many times than you’d like to admit. Every single one of them starts and ends with at-home bikini waxes. But that didn’t mean the entire store needed to be flashed. 

“Nah, that just adds to the mystery. Everyone will be dying to know who you are.” Hoseok adds, raising his eyebrows suggestively. 

“You’re giving me too much credit, I’m average at most.” You sit down, fully feeling the exhaustion hit you all at once. “But I’ll think about it.” You finish, smiling down at your lap, ignoring their pointed glares, and dances of victory. 

It’s rare. You never admit to anything, but Hoseok was right about the dress. You really liked the way it looked on you. Even if it was pricey, and extremely out of your comfort zone. You felt sexy, unstoppable, and maybe like a Princess from some faraway land. 

The three of you would have been done hours ago, munching on some pretzels and donuts as a form of celebration if you hadn’t started to overthink and pick yourself apart as soon as you saw yourself in the mirror. 

It was the dress. You just needed extra reinforcements to tell you what you already knew. Hence Hoseok and Jiwoo. 

You giggle, holding your hand up. “Now hold on.” They’re still reeling underneath the victory blanket. “I didn’t say yes, I said I would think about it.” 

They both roll their eyes. “We know that’s code for yes, so hurry the fuck up, change out of that god awful dress. Your horse-driven carriage awaits the perfect one.” Jiwoo pulls you up and literally pushes you into the dressing room. Violently closing the curtains. 

“You got me a pumpkin, like Cinderella?” You tug down the zipper, happy to be out of that number. Listening to both Hoseok and Jiwoo’s laughter. 

“Hell no, we’re talking about the churro truck right in front of the store.” Hoseok rolls his eyes, leaning against the wall. His stomach has been begging for some kind of food for hours. Yoongi did tell him to eat before leaving but he’s never been one to listen. 

“Oh, then say less and lead the way fairy god mother’s” you open up the curtain back in your everyday clothes, leaving the dress hanging behind you. Already forgotten, because the excitement of the other one was everything. “I’m eating all the churros before I go on a two-day hunger strike.” 

Hoseok sighs, shaking his head. “I won’t lecture you right now bubs I’m too hungry, but when I get food in me I’m gonna give you a piece of my mind. And Jiwoo is going to help me right Ji?” 

The girl nods, crossing her arms in front of her. They’re both serious and it’s nothing you haven’t heard before. But you’re grateful, they keep trying to drill it into you. It's some weird way it helps. “That’s right Hobi, now let’s go please, this lighting washes me out.” She grabs onto your hand and Hoseok grabs onto your other one. They practically drag you past the endless racks of tacky dresses and accessories, until you’re out and immediately heading back to store number two. Determined because there’s no time to waste. The dresses are selling and the churros are getting colder. 

Taehyung has been waiting outside in the living room for thirty minutes now. You’ve sent Hoseok out every few minutes to scope out the situation. Expecting for him to come back and tell you to pick up your fucking balls from the floor and just go. Instead, he comes back, once with a full charcuterie board that apparently Taehyung made, and twice with three cans of lemon-flavored La Croix. 

“I forgot there’s no alcohol in this house.” He cringes taking a sip of the sparkling water before setting it down, on top of a coaster, on your dresser. 

You shrug, blinking fast as Jiwoo adds the finishing touches to your makeup. Tiny pearl stickers lining your winged eyeliner. The two of them truly outdid themselves tonight. You almost look unrecognizable. With your hair slicked back to perfection, a dress that hugs you in all the right places, and a make-up look like that came out straight of a Marc Jacobs fashion show. 

If circumstances were different, and you were a model in the ’90s doing crack while simultaneously starving yourself. You’d be on a runway. Thankfully you aren’t one and you don’t engage in any of those adulterated habits. Well, just one and only sometimes. But you look like a new person. One that screams money. 

“Tae doesn’t like buying alcohol so I just don’t.” You say, playing with the can topper of your can, saying the ABC's in your head to see which letter it breaks on. To find out your soulmate's first initial. 

Childish habits are hard to break. 

“So he hasn’t had alcohol since the two of you started living together?” He masks his concern by tilting his head to the side, surveying you, while Jiwoo leans back, holding your chin and turning your face gently. Inspecting her hard work. 

“Nope.” You pop the ‘p’ the can topper snaps on the letter ‘J.’ Disappointed it’s not the ‘T’ you push the thought aside. “Now that you mention it, Hobi. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him drink or come home drunk.” 

“That’s good, that’s good.” 

You’re about to ask why he’s so curious about your roommate's drinking habits, until Jiwoo pipes up, exclaiming proudly. “You’re done,” She smirks, handing you a small handheld mirror. You take it, and it almost slips from your grasp when you finally look at yourself and their finished product. Forget what you said earlier because the person that is looking back at you is a completely different you. A you reincarnated into a better version of you. One that’s worthy of being next to the CEO of a huge software empire. 

“Babygirl you’re going to have everyone at your feet tonight,” Jiwoo says and you feel your stomach sink just a little bit. If this was the version of you that everyone would prefer tonight, including Taehyung then you didn’t want it. This was a lie, a beautiful lie, and for some reason that made you feel a lot more insecure than what you already felt. 

You hand back the mirror to Jiwoo before standing up. “Yeah, can’t wait.” You grin, sitting on the edge of your bed, dreading the strappy nude heels that for the better part of your life lived in a box in the back of your closet. Hoseok went through hell and back trying to convince you to wear them and not the satin chunky black platform heels you had originally planned. Apparently, they didn’t match. You thought otherwise and that’s why you started getting ready so late. Almost thirty minutes then what you had originally planned. 

Hoseok sighs and kneels in front of you. “Don’t be so in your head about it.” He lifts up your chin. “You look hot and you should feel it too.” 

“I do, and that’s the problem. I like what I see in the mirror and if I like it then that means that everyone else will like it too. And that means that if anyone were to see the real me and what I look like without all the glitz and glam. They won’t like it.” You nervously ramble.

“I bet that made a lot more sense in your head than it did out loud.” Jiwoo smiles softly, while you nod in agreement. 

She sits down next to you, placing an arm around your shoulders. “Who cares what they think, the chances of you seeing them again are very very very low.” She kisses your temple gently. “If it makes you feel any better I like all versions of you, even first period day you.” Jiwoo pinches your cheek gently before standing up. 

“I agree and that’s the scariest version of you.” Hoseok chimes, making both you and Jiwoo laugh. 

“Shut up.” You roll your eyes, flicking them off. “It’s not my fault my body is literally trying to kill me.” You mutter, picking up one of your heels. Wearing these tonight was going to be a nightmare. You’ll be damned if you end the night with Taehyung carrying you to the car because your feet have literally given up on you. But beauty is pain, just ask your scalp from the numerous times Hoseok yanked your hair back earlier. Unfortunately, this is the price you had to pay. 

“Whatever, I'm going to go check up on Mr. Lover Boy again. Last time I checked he was on level 137 of candy crush.” Hoseok walks out, taking his unfinished can of sparkling water. You’re very well aware it’s going to end up in the fridge for weeks until you and Taehyung decide to throw it away. 

He shuts the door behind him and you sigh working on getting the first heel on. “He likes all versions of you too.” Your head flips to Jiwoo as she gathers all the makeup on your dresser, carefully placing it into perfectly curated piles. Hers, yours, and Hoseok’s.

“Who?” You buckle the first strap and move on to the next one. You wish you could go back to the day you bought the shoes to tell yourself not to do it. They had no business having so many straps and buckles. 

Jiwoo rolls her eyes before shaking her head. “Tae.” She shrugs and turns to face you, crossing her arms in front of her chest, slightly pushing up her boobs. If Namjoon were here, he’d stop breathing. It’s her very own superpower. “I’m sure if you walked out in a trash bag, he’d look at you like you’ve just gifted him the actual moon.” 

“That’s ridiculous, he doesn’t see me that way.” You let out a sigh of relief when you finish buckling the last strap of your shoe. Only for the little sense of calm to vanish when you realize you have the other shoe to go. 

“Are you blind? Everyone in the world sees it except you and him.” 

“See what?” Maybe a part of you knows, but you want to hear it from someone else. That way you know that it’s not all up in your head. 

“That he loves you and you love him.” She drops her arms in defeat. The day you and Taehyung finally stop being idiots and just cross the fucking line. She knows she’s going to run down the block screaming out of joy. In all honesty, she’s never rooted for two people so hard in her life. Not even for the Bachelor’s very own Juan Pablo and Nikki Ferrell. 

That was one hell of a season. 

“Well I know I love him.” You yell, whispering. The walls are so thin that much is known from Taehyung’s latest conquest. If he by some odd miracle happens to hear you admit that out loud. You’d move out in a heartbeat. “But I can guarantee you that he doesn’t feel that way for me. It’s impossible.” You shake your head, doing up the last buckle and falling back on your bed. 

The night hasn’t even started and you were already wishing you were back home. 

“Why do you always bring yourself down?” Jiwoo’s tone has you sitting up again. She looks down at you sadly before signing and turning around. Her focus is away from you and on the piles of makeup. “You’re probably the best person I know in this world, but for some reason, you can’t see that. Why?” 

That’s a hard question, probably harder than ninth-grade algebra. It’s one you don’t seem to ever find a concrete answer for. Or it’s an answer depending on where you are in life. You can answer one way right now only for it to change in a few month's time. It’s frustrating. 

“I guess, because if I get my hopes up and in the end, it ends up failing. It will hurt too much. But if I just expect disappointment, then it will still hurt but not as much.” You look down at your fingers, to avoid her staring at you through the mirror. You’ve never said that out loud, only thought about it, and you don’t feel relieved like you thought you would if you just admitted it. 

No, you feel worse than before. 

Jiwoo drops her things and comes to stand in front of you, extending her hands for you to take. “Come on, you got a hot date waiting patiently for you.” She grins, holding your hands tight when you finally place yours in hers. She pulls you up and hugs you tightly, squeezing you enough to restrict the airflow in your lungs. “The best part of life is that no matter how many times you get knocked down, you always have the choice to get back up. Don’t live without hope, it’s the next best thing other than love.” She whispers, placing a gentle kiss against your cheek. 

She’s right and the worst part is that you know this, but you can’t seem to make yourself believe it. At least not right now, but you know that slowly you will come back again. You always do. 

“Thank you Ji, I don’t tell you this enough but I’m thankful that you’re in my life.” 

“You better be, it’s like working overtime when it comes to you and Hobi.” 

Hoseok comes back a third time to tell you that Taehyung is on level 155 of candy crush and that he’s ignoring his father's calls. That’s your cue to get this show on the road.

When you walk out with Jiwoo and Hoseok trailing behind you, after panicking for a total of five minutes, you have to stop the second you enter the living room. Taehyung is sitting on the couch playing on his phone, dressed in a burgundy three-piece suit. With his hair slicked back except for a single strand that falls over his eyes kissing his eyelashes.

He looks perfect, sculpted by the hands of a Renaissance sculptor. Probably Michelangelo or Donatello or Ghiberti. 

Your heart is beating against your throat. Words are usually your forte but right now you’re at a loss. Forgotten are all the definitions, synonyms, and antonyms. All replaced by Taehyung on the couch, deeply concentrating on his game. The deep game voice announces ‘game over’ and Taehyung locks his phone, dropping it on his lap. His protests die in the back of his throat when he looks up and meets your eyes.

The world stops. Exactly how it’s always described in those trashy romance novels you sometimes read out loud to him on the couch. Or like how it’s depicted in those romantic comedies he secretly watches. All this time he thought those were just exaggerations. He didn’t believe it when his dad told him how the world came to a halt the night he realized he loved his mother. And he didn’t believe Hoseok when he told him it happened to him the day he met Yoongi for the first time. He always thought it was too good to be true because it had never happened to him. 

Until tonight, and he doesn’t know what to say. Should he start with hey? Or tell you that you look beautiful? No, drop-dead gorgeous? But he also doesn’t want you to think that you don’t look beautiful every day because you do. So should he start with let’s go? Or finally what took you so long? Even if he doesn’t actually care. He’s in no rush to see his dad and everyone else he despises. But he needs to say something because staring at you with his jaw about to hit the floor isn’t cutting it. 

“Hey.” Taehyung is an idiot who doesn’t know how to correctly make viable judgments. 

Out of all the possibilities, he’s chosen the worst one. Hey. 

This is a moment he will remember vividly on his deathbed before he takes his final breath. “I mean, um, hi, um…are you ready to go?” He stands up, stuffing his phone in his pocket, ignoring the fifth call from his dad. If he continues acting this way he won’t even make it to the elevator at the end of the hall. 

“Yeah, I just need to get my purse.” You point behind you before turning around, running straight into your best friends. Both of which are trying their hardest to not burst out laughing. Jiwoo is the first to regain her composure, placing her hands on top of your shoulders and turning you around. Hoseok has turned the other way, distracted by the cheap art prints you bought at some thrift store years ago. Suddenly, they’re not as ugly as he first thought. 

“This dress doesn’t go with a purse,” Jiwoo says, pushing you closer to Taehyung. He doesn’t know what to do. Too enamored with the way you look. He thinks you deserve an entire exhibition on just you. One he will have no problem frequently visiting because he’ll never get tired of looking at you. 

“Ji, where the hell am I going to put my stuff?” You exclaim, protesting like a stubborn child. You look so cute. He just wants to kiss the pout off of your mouth and then kiss you again and again and again until he coerces a sweet giggle out of you, while you’re pushing him away. Pleading for him to stop but secretly not wanting him to. 

What the hell was wrong with him? 

Taehyung raises his hand before he can stop himself, grabbing everyone’s attention. “I have pockets, you can put your stuff in my pockets.” He offers, brings his hand back down, realizing how awkward he must look because this wasn’t a fucking school. He didn’t need to raise his hand to speak or make a statement, but he already did. He adds this to the list of things he’s going to vividly remember on his deathbed. 

“Great.” Jiwoo claps. She takes your phone and lip gloss from your hands and shoves them into Taehyung’s chest. His reflexes are fast because without a word he takes them and puts them in his coat pocket. “It’s settled, don’t worry we’ll see each other out.” She brushes you off and opens the front door, standing aside holding it open for the two of you. “Have fun and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” 

All you and Taehyung can do is stare at her wide-eyed, while slowly walking out. You make a full five steps out into the hallway before Hoseok calls out your name. His hand grabs yours and he pulls you to the side. Away from Jiwoo and Taehyung. Your questioning look meets his worried one. A look that you’re all too familiar with because it’s always there when he comes over, and you’ve never been able to pinpoint it because it simply didn’t make sense. 

He leans into your ear, cupping his hand over his mouth, letting out a big sigh and saying. “Make sure he doesn’t drink please.” He sounds like he’s pleading and a little choked up. Like he wants to give something away but at the same time, he doesn’t. 

“Why?” You’re taken aback. This is the same concern you saw earlier while Jiwoo was finishing your makeup. It was only a flash then, quickly masked by the excitement. But now it’s fully there and it makes your inside turn with curiosity. 

“Just please, make sure he doesn’t.” He nods, standing up straight, and just like that his face turns back into it’s usual happy self. Wide smile and calm eyes. “Have fun, call when you get back home.” He nods before saluting at Taehyung, who is a fidgety mess waiting for the elevator before closing your front door in your face. 

What the fuck. 

The gala is well underway when the two of you pull up to the entrance of the mansion. The front steps are decorated to the nines. Wreaths of laurel leaves and pink roses run down the railings. Paired up with a sparkly baby pink carpet covering the steps. There are people, decked in Versace, Gucci, Louis Vuitton, stumbling down the steps, putting your entire look to shame. 

The longer you stay seated in Taehyung’s passenger seat, the more you realize that you aren’t fit for this. That this was a mistake despite how excited you were in the days leading up to this moment. If Taehyung seems to notice the waves of anxiety flowing through you, he doesn’t make it obvious because without saying anything he’s getting out of the car. Slamming the door behind him and rounding the front of it, then opening the door. 

“Tae,” You swallow, playing with the seat belt buckle. “I-I don’t think I can do this.” You press the button, wait for the belt to retract, and turn to face him. “I don’t belong here. I’ve never been to a gala before and the only thing I know about galas is whatever Access Hollywood says about the Met Gala.” Taehyung offers you a grin and takes a tentative step closer to you. He puts his hands on top of your shoulders, smoothing down the beads, forcing you to look up at him. 

“No one here knows a thing about gala’s, they’re just better at hiding it.” His hand moves up your neck, and settles on top of your chin, smoothing down the faint frown lines on the corner of your lips. “We can go home, but I think it’d be a shame to not be able to show you off to these assholes.” He pauses, letting his hand fall to his side. “You look beautiful tonight…I-I mean I’m not saying you look ugly every day, you always look beautiful it’s just that wow, y-you lo–” 

“Thank you, Tae.” You may look all calm and collected on the outside, but on the inside, you’re screaming. “Y-You look pretty too…I mean handsome, you look really handsome tonight.” You look down at your hands again, hiding the heat trailing up your spine. 

Taehyung usually thinks things through. Afraid to lead with his heart because the few times he has. The hurt was unbearable. 

Putting his arms around you, hugging you tightly is not one of those times. His heart has completely taken over and he likes it. More when he feels you hug him back. This is the most physical touch he’s initiated after months of not doing so. The last time that he did, he found himself with his head on your lap and your hands gently playing with his hair. His heart was beating against his chest, threatening to fall out of his body. 

That night he decided to distance himself from you. He was getting too close, borderlining dangerous territory, and he could not have that. 

Tonight he doesn’t care, and he squeezes you tight. “Are you ready to go? I think we’re holding up the line.” He chuckles, pulling away, churning his head to the side. Signaling to the line of cars behind his that had started to form. 

“Shit,” You curse, making Taehyung’s smile grow. 

He shakes his head, smoothing his hands down your arms. “It’s your call, if you don’t want to do this then I don’t either.” He’s giving you a choice and a way out. An encounter you’ve never experienced, and it’s comforting. So, you take a brief moment to think about, pushing aside your nerves and fears, because realistically after tonight you aren’t sure where you will stand with Taehyung. 

The line between the two of you was starting to blur and it could go either way. This moment could very well be a once in a lifetime opportunity, and you plan to milk it for everything it’s worth. 

“Fuck it let’s do it.” 

Taehyung, smirks, holding onto your hands tightly as you hop out of his Range Rover. He laces his fingers with yours and tugs you into his side, throwing his car keys to the valet guy. There’s a slight adrenaline rush coursing through him, his chest puffing up with pride. It’s a rare feeling. One he never feels whenever he’s forced to attend these things for the sake of not hearing his father’s disappointment. And he knows it has everything to do with the fact that you’re with him by his side. 

One day, he’ll tell you that he loves you. Maybe that day will be today. 

“Let’s give these one percent assholes hell.” 

“Oh, so like you?” You tilt your head, sending him a smirk. 

Taehyung clicks his tongue, “Yeah, but I’m a nice one percent asshole.” He winks, subsequently shutting you right up when he brings your hand up to his lips and kisses your knuckles softly. He loops your arm with his, reeling you in closer. The action sends a shiver up your spine, and it gets worse when he’s intently staring at you, walking slower than before trying to derail your arrival. You have a hard time finding a point of focus, if you continue looking at him he will notice your flustered state. But if you look down at the floor you can either trip and then he will really notice how flustered you are. It’s impossible to escape so you settle on the column of baby pink and white balloons behind his head. Maybe then he won’t notice the hold he has on you. 

He does. If he wasn’t feeling on top of the world before. He is now. He’s still having a hard time wrapping his head around the fact that you’re his date tonight. When he asked you earlier in the week he was fully ready to face rejection head-on. When you said yes, he escaped to his room, locked the door behind him, and did a tiny victory dance like the loser he is. 

Now, you’re by his side, looking radiant, letting him guide you through the halls and into the entrance hall. His stomach turns in the most amazing way when he hears the tiny gasp leave your mouth. 

Sure, the place looks like it was taken straight out of The Great Gatsby. Fountain’s of champagne, acrobats hanging from silks, bending like pretzels over the guests. A live big band well into their set on a stage surrounded by sparkly silver columns. It’s the usual gala he attends every year. Decorations and color pallets being the only things that change. But the guests are the same, the atmosphere of people trying to one-up one another is the same. The old men, with a few sex scandals under their belts attempting to munch off the success of others is the same. Everything he’s been accustomed to since the age of fourteen when his father finally let him attend his first gala is the same.

Yet, tonight, he feels like that awed fourteen-year-old, experiencing this for the first time. Solely because he is with you. Your excitement transfers over to him and the adrenaline rushes through his veins at a faster rate than before. He knows that for the first time in years he won’t want the night to end. 

“Holy shit, this is fucking amazing.” You squeeze his arm. Your eyes sparkle underneath the golden lights, making the pearls lining the top of your eyelids twinkle like little stars. 

“Eh, it’s alright.” 

In the last hour and a half that you’ve been here, you’ve come to find out that the Taehyung you spent the last three years living with. Is not the Taehyung presented before the businessmen and nepotism babies. The moment he led you past the partying and drinking into the main hall, where all the networking and drinking was taking place. Taehyung stopped being your roommate Tae, who doesn’t fold his laundry for days on end; and became Kim Taehyung the heir and CEO of Magic Shop Enterprises. The largest software company in the world.

All hints of vulnerability and underlying nerves vanish into thin air. Only to be replaced with an aura of confidence and power as he maneuvers from circle to circle, making his usual rounds of small talk. A simple champagne flute in his large hands, remains untouched, while you’re likely on your second one. He exudes self-control, keeping you at arm's length, never once touching you as he offers handshakes, hugs, and kisses on cheeks to anyone that approaches him. All you do is watch in complete awe. Not an ounce of jealousy to be found.

You’re so impressed, watching as he talks shop when he needs to, congratulates strangers on new family members, offers a fake laugh when terrible jokes are thrown his way, and introduces you as his friend when he deems the timing to be right; that you don’t care or linger on his choice of words. Because what the hell was he supposed to say when introducing you to all his rich acquaintances? 

“Hey, this is my roommate, and yeah I know I don’t need one because I can afford at least five of these mansions but I still live with her cause she’s cool I guess, and sometimes she folds my laundry.” 

No, friend, though it stings just a little is the only acceptable choice. It doesn’t give too much away and leaves room for interpretation. Especially with the hungry stares you’ve been collecting since the moment you entered. Let them think what they want. After tonight they won’t ever see you again, and forget you ever even existed. A figment of their imagination that will have them questioning your presence for years on end. 

Well, at least that’s what you hope. It’s likely that the outcome you have conjured up in your head is entirely wrong, and that right now you’re floating on a high full of confidence and the fake persona you Jiwoo, and Hoseok carefully constructed for tonight’s occasion. But it still feels nice to imagine. 

“...and I told Marina countless times to not accept the deal with them because she’d end up bankrupt and look at where she is now. Barely a cent to her name, living in a two-story townhouse.” 

You hadn’t realized they were talking. Actually, you hadn’t realized that Taehyung had successfully led you to another group. Maybe two flutes of champagne were enough for tonight. 

“Word of advice dearie.” You think her name is Charlotte? Cassandra? Constance? starts, pointing her flute in your direction. “If a man comes to you promising you the world, send him packing in a heartbeat. They’ll take everything they can from you and leave with barely half a million dollars to your name.” She side-eyes Taehyung, huffing, and walks away. Leaving you by Taehyung’s side wondering what prompted her to make such a comment. 

Just wait until she finds out that you can barely afford to pay your share of the rent this month. 

The reality hits you hard. 

Pretending to be something you’re not is only easy when you can put yourself in someone else’s shoes. It becomes increasingly harder when someone else shows how out of touch they are with a world that doesn’t involve all of this. Living in a two-story townhouse is not bad when there are people that can’t afford a place to live, or a simple meal to get them through the day. 

Depleted, you sigh, forcing a smile in Taehyung’s direction when he places his hand on your lower back. He gives you an odd look, one you can’t decipher but it makes you shrink. You turn to the waiter next to you, placing your empty flute on the tray before grabbing another one, attempting to hide your discomfort and insecurities from him. 

“Is something wrong?” He furrows his brows, stuffing a hand inside his pants and fishing out a small rectangular stick. It looks like a weird-looking USB, only when he places it in between his lips and sucks do you realize what it is. 

A vape. 

You have to keep yourself from slapping your forehead. For months the apartment has been attracting all sorts of smells. Blueberry, bubblegum, and recently strawberry cheesecake. You thought it was room spray because it always came from Taehyung’s room. But as he blows the smoke out to the side and you get a whiff of sugar cookie? Everything becomes clear. And you finally find out who the culprit of the weird smells was. 

Taehyung and his fucking vape. You know you shouldn’t think this with the entire forefront of your brain, but he looks hot, and that has you downing your flute of champagne in seconds. 

So much for stopping. 

“Nope, everything is fine, everyone is so nice.” You emphasize, hoping he picks up on your sarcasm. 

Thankfully he does. “You should meet Mrs. Gertrude. She wins the ‘nicest person ever’ award every year.” He sucks on his vape again, blows out the smoke, and smirks down at you. 

Nope, nope, nope. This was not happening. You will not allow yourself to think any rated r thoughts about your roommate in the middle of a socialite event. No.

“Son, nice of you to finally join us.” 

Taehyung scrambles, attempting to hide the exhale of smoke and stuffing the vape into his pocket faster than anyone can blink. He smoothes out his coat, morphing his face into an unfamiliar scowl. He doesn’t acknowledge you any further before turning around, tongue poking the inside of his cheek in annoyance as the firm grip he had on his untouched champagne flute gets tighter. Caving underneath his strength, threatening to break. 

This is a new site. In the hour and half that you’ve been here, you’ve become accustomed to businessman Taehyung. You’ve never experienced son Taehyung and something tells you with the rapid change of demeanor that it’s not a favorable sight. 

“I could say the same to you.” Taehyung’s entire demeanor changes. The man you’re partially hiding behind is more of a stranger than the Taehyung you lived with and the Taehyung you met tonight. This Taehyung is cold, rigid, and full of peril. His eyes turn into daggers shooting poisoned arrows towards the man he calls father. 

The entire situation makes you shrink behind him as his father closes the distance between them. He’s a much older version of Taehyung with a much more muted sense of style, a full head of silver, and a voice that will make anyone crumble at his feet. But other than those small differences, Taehyung is basically a carbon copy of his father. It’s a little off-putting, and you’re sure that if you look just a little bit closer you’ll find the same freckle on the tip of his nose too. 

On his arm, a tall young woman presses herself against him, wearing a long silk golden gown with a high slit up the right leg. A gold wreath with diamonds lining her forehead. She’s light years younger than him. Shining bright like the chandeliers hanging from the roof. It makes her look ethereal and you like a joke compared to her. 

Her snake-like eyes find yours, smirking, judging you silently as she takes a small sip from her champagne. They linger long enough to scrutinize you without saying anything. You humor her, that much you can tell by her trying to stifle her laugh behind her champagne flute. 

“You remember Eunbi right, Taehyung?” 

“Oh please, honey it’s barely been three years.” She–Eunbi fake laughs, hitting his father’s arm and untangles her arm from his, and takes a step forward to Taehyung. “It’s nice to see you again babe, next time you want to leave Italy without a word give a girl a warning.” She bites, hugging him tightly, and he doesn’t return it. She kisses his cheek, proud of the residue of her burgundy lipstick she’s left behind, and pulls away from him. 

Eunbi takes a tentative step in your direction, stalking you like you’re her prey, making you shrink further into Taehyung’s side. “You must be his little roomie.” She tilts her head, extending her hand for you to shake. “Tell me, sweetheart, does he still fold his laundry three days after he does it.” Your breath hitches and there’s a slight churn in the pit of your stomach. 

Who is this? Where did she come from? Who is she to Taehyung? 

Why are you hurt? 

“Eunbi,” Taehyung practically growls as he pushes her hand down. Eunbi pouts, lifting her hands in defeat, shrugging and walking back to his father’s side. “What are you doing here?” He practically trembles. The need to escape; the need to take a hit from his vape; the need to down the lukewarm champagne he’s been holding for the past hour; is strong. He’s afraid he won’t have enough willpower to hold himself back. 

“I invited her. She’s my date.” Taehyung’s father speaks, taking a sip from his drink, wrapping a protective arm around Eunbi’s waist. 

Taehyung visibly sucks in a breath, digging his nails into his thighs. “You’re drinking again?” 

“Only to keep up with appearances.” His father shrugs, taking another sip, sucking in his teeth, winking at Eunbi who fakely giggles at his actions. 

“So much for staying sober.” Taehyung huffs, looking past his father’s gaze, landing on a couple, hidden behind a column making out. It’s gross and messy but he’d rather experience unsatisfying live porn than get into it with his father again. 

“Live a little Tae. It’s just one drink.” Eunbi pipes up, smoothing down the lapels of his father’s suit. “You’re familiar with that aren’t you baby?” The tone she uses makes you comfortable. It’s high and mocking with hostility making you wince. 

Taehyung bites his tongue. He’s really close to breaking. He knows that he is. He can feel the gnawing pain in the pit of his stomach. He can feel it come up his throat. He can’t do it anymore, he’s sure that if he stays another second in front of his father and ex-fiancé he will relapse. And he can’t do that, not when you’re in the room. Not when he’s been sober for years and finally feels like he isn’t suffocating like now. 

So, he walks away, dropping his flute of champagne, ignoring  the sound it makes as the glass hits the floor. 

He is upset that he let his guard down. Thinking this night would go differently than all the other nights, only because you were here with him. It’s hot, the sweat starts to form across his hairline. Right now everything is overwhelming. The music is overwhelming. The people around him trying to get his attention is overwhelming. The clickity-clack of your heels, chasing him while you’re calling out your name is overwhelming. Taehyung picks up his pace when he spots the front entrance. He practically runs outside and drops, sitting down when he reaches the final step, putting his head in his head, letting out the choking sob he tried to suppress throughout the entire interaction with Eunbi and his father. 

“Tae,” Your tiny whisper, makes him jump and he lifts his head. Your face is full of worry and fear as you take a seat next to him. You hug him tightly just like he did with you a few days ago. “I get it now, they’re fucking assholes.” You say, bringing his head into your chest. He doesn’t say anything and just cries. Holding onto you tight. You let him because honestly, you don’t know what else you can do but hold him as he breaks. 

A year ago, you were drunk with Jiwoo and joked that Taehyung was incapable of crying. He barely gets upset. Tonight, you take those immature thoughts back. Tonight, he’s shown you many of his faces, some more pleasant than others. Tonight, he’s dropped all those faces, unmasked himself in seconds, and finally lets you in. 

You almost wish he hadn’t. 

“I-I almost fucked up tonight.” He says through choked sobs. “I-I almost let them get to m-me.” He lifts up his head, tears running down his cheeks fast. Without a second thought, you cup his face, wiping them away with your fingers. “I’m s-sorry Angel, this is the last thing I wanted tonight.” 

He apologizes, revealing a little part of him to you, but not everything. Scared that if this version of himself hasn’t sent you running yet, then the other one, the drunk, the addict, the man he hates more than his father; will. That’s something he’s terrified to face. He hopes that you didn’t pick up on anything Eunbi was insinuating, because he’s already hurt his friends. He knows Namjoon and Hoseok walk on eggshells around him. That much he can tell by all the times alcohol isn’t present during dinners at either of their places. The last person he wants to hurt is you, because you don’t deserve that at all. You’ve been so good to him for the past three years. You’ve been patient with him as he tries to silently navigate this weird dynamic the two of you have created. And you don’t push him to talk about him like everyone else does. You give him time, and time is something no one has ever given him. Starting with his mother. 

“You don’t have to apologize, Tae.” You gently knock your forehead against his. “Being in a room full of people pretending to be happy just because they have money is exhausting after a while.” You say lightheartedly, earning a tiny grin from the latter. 

He’s very much aware, sharing a similar sentiment as you, and it hurts more to know that he’s one of them. He appreciates everything he’s been given in this world, but he learned very early on in life that money doesn’t equate happiness. The room behind him is only proof, especially when it holds the two people he despises most in the world. 

“Can we go home?” Taehyung sounds small. No, he feels small. The mere thought of you witnessing this makes him cringe, but he knows that with you he’s free of judgment. Your eyes are the biggest indicator, and right now they’re telling him that underneath their gentle gaze he is safe. 

“Of course, I’ll call us a cab.” 

Taehyung sleeps soundly with his head in your chest. Light snores escape his parted lips, probably a side effect of his smoking habit that you recently found out about. He looks peaceful, nosing the valley between your breasts as he pulls you closer to his body. 

Throughout the cab ride home, he didn’t let you go. He had to be touching you in some way. Whether his arm was around your waist, keeping you close to his side. Or his hand in yours as he wordlessly paid the cab driver, and pulled you along to your shared apartment. You have to practically peel him off of you as you try to get ready for bed. He gives you your space. Only a safe distance, watching you take off your make before he offers to do it himself. 

Taehyung’s touch is gentle against your face. His calloused fingertips tickle your cheeks, massaging the cleanser balm into them. He then peels off your false eyelashes, slightly disgusted, making you laugh. He smiles, it’s the first genuine smile that appears on his face since you left the gala, and it makes the dormant butterflies in your stomach erupt. Once he’s done and you’re free of make-up, moisturized, and sporting a few pimple patches along your chin, he leaves to change. Giving you room to do so as well. 

Once you’re fully sporting an old t-shirt with a few holes, pajama pants with tiny puppies printed all over them, and lying comfortably in your bed; Taehyung walks in, wearing a navy blue silk pajama set, fidgeting with the drawstrings of his bottoms. 

“Can I sleep here tonight, I don’t want to be alone.” He swallows, looking down at the floor. “I don’t trust myself to be alone right now.” 

In seconds you push off the many throw pillows, lying haphazardly on the empty side of your bed. “Yeah, I don’t mind.” You offer, sinking underneath your duvet to hide the heat forming along your neck. 

He hums, slowly making his way to the side, carefully not to move things out of their respectful place as he encounters them, and lays down. The two of you are staring at the ceiling. A comfortable yet, simultaneously awkward tension flows between the two of you in the air. You hate it so much that you decide to break it. 

“So…” 

“Eunbi lived with me in Italy, we dated and then I asked her to marry me a year later.” He confesses, keeping his gaze at the popcorn molding of your ceiling. 

“Oh,” You clear your throat, hoping it hides the slight tear in your heart. Though, you don’t know why you feel this way. This was Taehyung’s life long before you were even in the picture. So, why does it hurt to hear him say that he once promised his life to someone else? 

You don’t know the answer and you aren’t sure if you want to know the answer to that question. “I’m sorry.” Is all you can offer. 

Taehyung scoffs, turning his body to face yours, resting his head on the palm of his hand. “Don’t be, she’s a liar, a manipulator, and cheated on me countless times. She was only with me for my money, and whatever fame I could bring her.” He walks his fingers over your bed slowly. Stops when they’re inches away from your body. “Seeing her tonight, especially with my dad, was infuriating. I might not be his biggest fan, but my dad, he’s…he’s not well and I know she will only make things worse for him.” His fingers ghost over the material of your t-shirt, scooting closer to you that you can smell the hint of mint and sugar cookies coming from his breath. It’s somewhat comforting. 

“I don’t think I have the right words to tell you Tae.” You start, swallowing when he hooks his arm around your waist and tugs you closer to his body. What the two of you are doing is selfish, but it seems like either of you could care less, so you continue. “My parents aren’t angels either, I had to grow up hearing them constantly argue. I resented them for a long time because they’re the reason I don’t trust people easily, and it took me a long time to realize that.” Your arm finds its way around his waist, up to his back until your fingers sink into his hair, causing him to instantly melt against your touch. “And that whatever they were going through wasn’t my fault or my brothers’…” You pause, “Whatever is going on with your father and Evelyn–

“Eunbi,” He corrects, chuckling. 

You huff, rolling your eyes. “Yeah, who cares…” You let out a powerful, very obviously annoyed side, before continuing. “Whatever is going on between them, whatever happens to your father because of her and vice versa is not your fault Taehyung. They’re grown-ass adults, responsible for their actions, not you.”  

The look he’s giving you is unreadable. He swipes his tongue over his bottom lip, dropping his eyes to your lips. He leans close and you think he’s going to kiss you, but he doesn’t instead he kisses your forehead before dropping his head down and resting it on top of your chest. 

“You’re amazing, Angel.” He whispers, closing his eyes. His fingers draw abstract patterns along your clothed hip. “Sometimes you feel like a dream…and if you are, please don’t ever wake me up, because facing reality without my best friend by my side would be a nightmare.” He finishes, closing his eyes. 

The pang in your chest catches you off guard. Best friend? Really? You almost want to scoff, because he sure knows how to make a girl feel insignificant. 

The implications of a best friend in this scenario are a little belittling. It indicated that anything between the two of you will never be more than just that. The realization hits you hard and you want to get away from him sooner than you would’ve liked. But that was hours ago, he’s been floating in his dreamland since the second he shut his eyes. 

You’ve been lying awake, eyes adjusted to the darkness of your room as you count the rounds your ceiling fan makes. You’re on the 200th round when he shifts in your arms, lifts his head slightly, and kisses your collarbone before dropping his head back down. It catches you off guard until it settles into a small fire inside of you. Not the good kind. You’re annoyed and you should push him away but you’re afraid that if you do, you won’t ever feel the comfort his embrace provides. 

It’s complicated, everything about this is so fucking complicated you’re close to having a pop star meltdown. Shaved head and all. It’s so annoying. He’s so annoying. You’re so annoying. But what can you do when you’re in love, other than ignoring all the blaring warning signs appearing all around you? 

You sink into your bed further, pulling him close, leaving a gentle kiss against his temple. “You’re so stupid Kim Taehyung, why can’t you tell that I love you?” You whisper, sighing and closing your eyes. 

If this wasn’t your forever, you might as well enjoy it while it lasts. 

Something inside of you tells you that it won’t last very long.

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[ootahime]

what is utahime’s role in the future? — a prediction (manga spoilers)

part 1 (unedited)

I WAS ABOUT TO POST IT BUT I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED IT AND I WAS SO HURT FR!!!!! I HAD REWRITE THIS ENTIRE THING </33

part 2 is here!

in this post, i will be analyzing the information we’ve been given about utahime so far to form a prediction about her future role in the jujutsu kaisen series. if you’re as interested in utahime’s character as i am, please feel free to keep reading :3 (i’ll also be talking about her relationship with gojo a bit too)

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utahime iori is a semi-grade 1 sorcerer working as a student supervisor/teacher at kyoto jujutsu high school. she loves drinking beer and going to karaoke. she’s also close friends with shoko and she’s not particularly fond of gojo most of the time. what else do we know about her?

hates sweets (funny she’s the complete opposite of gojo)

she’s great at singing and it’s a huge part of her technique

squabbling with gojo became a reflex :3

everyone absolutely adores utahime

loves watching soccer and baseball

a terrible drunk (worse than naobito zenin)

gojo is her main source of stress

let’s dive into her personality and abilities!

chapter 65

before i get into it, i think it’d be best if i were to explain the timeline because a lot of people seem to be confused about this one particular thing. utahime is born on february 18th, 1987. contrary to popular belief, she is not 3 years older than gojo. it is november 2018 in the story because gojo was sealed on halloween. if gojo was born on december 7th, 1989, that would mean that right now, he is only 28 years old. he has yet to turn 29.

the year is 2007. gojo satoru is a second year at tokyo jujutsu high school. the japanese school year begins in april which suggests that gojo is only 17 at the time (even if it’s not april, it doesn’t look like winter yet so it’s unlikely that he’s already 18). utahime is 20 because it is past february. she is a 2nd grade sorcerer at the age of 20. that’s not bad at all!

chapter 65 introduces young utahime and mei on a mission together within a cursed site. in real time, they’ve been gone for two days which is a cause of concern for gojo, shoko, and geto because the two haven’t contacted anyone since the beginning of their mission.  the two begin to suspect something is wrong because the hallway markers they’ve set in place disappeared, and no matter how far they travel within the halls, the end is nowhere in sight.  mei theorizes that the cursed spirit is overlapping the space as they travel forward.  utahime agrees with this speculation and proposes a plan to escape the cursed spirit’s grasp by moving erratically.  notice how she says that if one of them should escape, they can try to attack from the outside or call for help.  if utahime was not capable of inflicting damage on anything then she would have told mei to escape and attack if she can while she waited to be rescued.  however, she didn’t.  she included herself in the sentence which leads me to believe that she is capable of going on the offense if needed.  

keep in mind that at this point in time, mei is a grade 1 sorcerer.  she is knowledgeable about all things involving jujutsu because she is experienced and skillful.  we can see this aspect of her character illustrated when she theorizes that the cursed spirit is messing with the space they’re in.  she chooses to go with utahime’s plan because she agrees that it’s the best action moving forward.  this verifies that utahime is an intelligent girl that’s able to get along with pretty much anyone.  

her intellect is demonstrated once again in chapter 79.  she was able to deduce the possibility of there being more than one traitor and the fact that one is probably a higher up.  she also narrowed down the mechamaru as the mole of kyoto not because he was acting suspicious but by process of elimination.  she thought thoroughly of his technique and how easy it would be for him to manipulate devices small enough to be undetectable.  

sure you can argue that she should already know all her students’ abilities and whatnot but you have to admit that it’s hard trying to sniff out the traitor when no one is acting suspicious.  in addition to that, how did she know that there was a traitor in the top brass?  i would have never guessed that tbh LOL (maybe bc im an idiot).

okay, now that we have established that she’s intelligent, let’s answer a more important question.  is utahime weak?

chapter 33

if gojo calls utahime weak, does that mean there is some truth to it?  well it is true that she is weaker than him because he’s the strongest and all.  in my opinion, he’s just teasing her.  he probably found that calling her weak is what really riles her up.  maybe i’ll talk about why he loves teasing her so much in a later post.  but anyway, gojo calls everybody and their mom weak.  he even said jogo was weak and we know how powerful that guy is.  gojo’s words alone do not indicate much about utahime’s power.  in fact, i don’t even think he has seen her use her technique yet.  he’s probably only ever heard of how it works.  this is what i think their conversation about her technique was like:

gojo: hm?  ur cursed technique is singing?  can u show me?

utahime: what!  no way!  

gojo: why not?

*one of the classmates tells him that she can only use her CT once in a while because it consumes a lot of energy*

gojo: hahaha!  u have to conserve cursed energy to use ur CT?  why are u so weak, utahime?

utahime: i!  am!  your!  senpai!  respect!  me!

what i’m trying to say is that gojo loves poking fun of people.  we should not believe him when he calls someone weak because compared to him, everyone is weak.  

this is a little off topic but let’s examine him telling her, “and you don’t have the nerves, utahime.”  i think he’s trying to say that there’s no way she’ll ever do something like that because she’s not the type to put her students in danger.  remember the soft expression and relieved smile on her lips when she said that she was glad the students were safe after the kyoto incident?  gojo was directly in front of her so not only did he hear her say that, but he could have seen the look on her face too.  even if he told her that she didn’t have the guts to betray the school to get on her nerves, he knew that utahime simply cared too much about the students so he ruled her out as a suspect right away.  this is why he ultimately decided to confide in her and ask her to help him.  

i’m a person who loves over-analyzing things.  i really enjoy the dynamic between gojo and utahime.  they’ve known each other for more than 11 years and although they always bicker, there is an unspoken feeling of trust between the two.  gojo can do anything and everything by himself because he is truly the strongest person alive, but he still knows when to rely on others.  him deciding to entrust utahime with such a job implies that he believes in utahime’s abilities.

chapter 52

she’s not using any cursed energy here--not to our knowledge at least.  this is just pure skill.  she was able to swiftly evade the swing from haruta.  he was surprised himself considering the fact that he was right behind her.  how do we know her CT isn’t speed?  after haruta swung at her, we can see that some of her hair got cut off.  if she was using her CT then speed should be her specialty.  she should have been able to completely avoid the attack altogether but she didn’t.  of course this isn’t a wow moment because jujutsu sorcerers should know how to dodge attacks, however, i’m just trying to get the point across that she’s not a defenseless person without her technique or others.  let’s not forget that semi-grade 1 isn’t a weak rank either.  you can’t simply be recommended to be a grade 1 sorcerer if you only can support others.  

chapter 48

i want to bring up this panel. it suggests that utahime and takuma are sorcerers who have not experienced black flash and therefore, do not understand the essence of cursed energy as well as those who have like gojo and nanami.  i find it strange how takuma and utahime were used to represent sorcerers who haven’t experienced it yet.  is the purpose to demonstrate that there is a clear difference in skill between adult sorcerers like utahime and takuma compared to gojo and nanami?  i could be nitpicking but the order of todo’s statement doesn’t line up with the sorcerers being shown.  let me explain in depth.  todo starts off by saying, “for those who have experienced black flash as compared to those who have not...” wouldn’t it make more sense to show gojo and nanami on the right side to represent sorcerers who have experienced black flash?  that was mentioned first, after all.  gojo and nanami should appear when todo says “for those who have experience black flash” while utahime and takuma should be shown right after to personify the second part, “as compared to those who have not.”  i’m just making it more complicated than it actually is LOLOL i’m sure it really just means they haven’t experienced black flash yet, which is completely fine.  i also find it fascinating how they used utahime to contrast gojo.  with nanami and takuma it makes sense.  nanami is someone takuma looks up to, he wants to gain nanami’s approval before he deems himself worthy of a promotion. what about utahime and gojo?  what’s the purpose of comparing those two together when it’s obvious that gojo knows more about the essence of cursed energy more than anyone else?  i might be delusional whoops

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let me know what you guys think?  this is only a part 1 so i haven’t gotten around to answering the question.  i’m pretty much done with the second part, i just need to revise it a little.  i think after i post part 2, i’ll try to interpret all the gojo and utahime moments in the manga >.<

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[crisps-craft]

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UR SO SWEET LOL ur lil message made me so happy and i really appreciate hearing that because readings take an energetic TOLL on me sometimes haha.

how does CM see you? cards - ace of pentacles, 6 of pentacles, chariot, 9 of cups

first off, these are pretty positive cards. with 9 of cups, you appear as someone upbeat, happy, im also getting a relaxed and chill vibe. you are def the more quiet and grounded friend. you come off as someone kind and giving- you are very generous with your time and energy. you are a really good listener! your energy comes off confident and magnetic! i think you have a good fashion sense too- like you take the time to dress super nice and that type of thing! you might like fashion / outfits a lot hehe and this person is like "damn thats a fine fit" LOL. im not sure if i see this as romantic feelings, but they could def lead there if you nourished this. i think that there is an attraction, but its moreso of an afterthought if that makes sense? thats why CM is not chasing you but at the same time you are getting romantic vibes LOL. CM might not be super assertive? but i think u could pull him tbh

future love? cards - yes, in the next few weeks, in the next few months, youre ready, chose a new direction, fool, 7 of cups, 3 of cups, 8 of wands, 3 of pentacles, knight of wands, hermit

yes! i think future love is coming in soon- like sooner than you expect too?? knight of wands, 8 of wands, and even "yes" and the time dates are super specific- energetically, i am seeing a shift / something new enter veryyyyy soon. even early may? i saw rain in my head, too. but my heart was filled with romantic energy and joy it was really sweet. like walking in the rain with this person who you start seeing and its super romantic and comfortable. its kinda funny- when u reach that moment remember this reading and b like "omg damn im in the rain rn!! what?!?" (but also remember that the universe has multiple timelines that are active- so this is the information on ur current path but just take it with a grain of salt)

with 3 of cups, this could be someone who you are friends with / you start out as friends together and it grows from there. it is interesting though- because 7 of cups speaks of options and not quite knowing where to go/ what to do. you are in this spot of "where can i find it? what am i looking for?" and i think ur guides are advocating for you to just have fun with your friends and it'll come tbh. you and this person will have a very playful energy together- there might even be some traveling and road trips, too. idk if u like hiking or not but i was seeing you guys going hiking in the summer and having those summer car rides with the window down and the sunlight raining in. really nice visuals in ur reading hehe. i think this person will come to you, but still make sure to extend your energy to people in fun and lighthearted ways if that makes sense. just have fun, stay light hearted, dont focus on it, and it'll come. thats what im seeing happen. u guys might even meet late april tho but dont take timing super seriously.

#tarot card #tarot cards #astrology #intuition #tarot card readings #tarot reading #tarot #tarot card reading #astrology readings #witchblr #intuitive readings #tarot deck #tarotblr

[moonlit-manifesto]

Heartbreak Red Takeover 2020

“I’ll make your heart beat again - BA-DUMP!” - Heartbreak Red (Uduki Arata)

It’s April Fool’s Day once again, and Heartbreak Red has taken over the Tsukiuta twitter account (@tsukiuta1)! Only this time - he’s taken over some of the other Tsukino Production accounts as well! If the tweet comes from an account other than the Tsukiuta account, I’ll mark it.

Heartbreak Red responds to some fans’ tweets, and they’re mostly categorized in three ways: Advice, Request, and Other. There’s a lot of tweets, so I’ll only be translating the funny ones because some are just regular advice. There’s also some news announcements like previews of Six Gravity and Procellarum’s new unit songs and a Tsukiuta official instagram account, so check out the twitter account to see those! There’s also some audio recordings too!

Read below the cut for all the Heartbreak Red goodness!

[REQUEST] Since my school is temporarily closed, I want to be cheered up by the goddesses!!

Heartbreak Red: “Hey!! Thousand Sakura Red!! Kannaduki Otaku Red!!”

Sakura Red (Chisa from Fluna):  “Since your heart is beating again, do your best!!!”

Otaku Red (Reina from Seleas): “Do you have a favorite idol? Are you reading a fun manga!? Let’s give our hearts nourishment!!!”

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[REQUEST] It’s cold and rainy today, so can I get Curry Rice Genau-san to warm up my heart with a one-liner or joke?

Heartbreak Red: “Curry Redddddd!!!”

Curry Red (You from Procella): “You can only call on me once a year! Go watch the reuploaded video from last year’s April Fool’s Day!!! 💢💢💢💢

Heartbreak Red: “That was his one-liner! Sparking Curry Red!!!”

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[REQUEST] I want to ask if Hajime-san has been eating properly!

Heartbreak Red: “Even if you’re busy, make sure to eat enough, okay?”

Hajime: “All right. Thanks...”

Heartbreak Red: “Make sure to tell Heartbreak Purple [Hajime’s ‘Heartbreak’ alter ego] that too.”

Hajime: “...I’ll tell him. By the way, I’m not Heartbreak Purple.”

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[REQUEST] Starting in April I’ll have a lot of difficult stuff going on in life, so can you and Shiki-kun cheer me on with all your strength?

Heartbreak Red: “I-It’s not Shiki-san, but...?”

Dignified Red (Shiki from SolidS): “Next year I’ll have gone around the Earth 30 times!!! And I’m still pushing on!!! I’m Dignified Red!!!!! Overcoming difficulties is a fact of life!!! Good luck!!!!”

Heartbreak Red: “Good luck~”

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[ADVICE] Until now, the only men I’ve dated have been good-for-nothing, and I’m afraid of falling in love again. Please tell me how to distinguish the good men from the bad men.

Heartbreak Red: “Looks like you had a thing for the hopeless ones. But you’re strong because you could tell they were hopeless! Do you have a friend you can trust? You can let them be the judge!”

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[REQUEST] I want to ask what’s on Chef Yoru’s menu for tonight’s dinner?

Yoru: “Katsudon!”

Heartbreak Red: “Juicy~”

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[REQUEST] Does Heartbreak Gold exist?? I want to meet the shining, sparkling Heartbreak Gold (>_<)

Heartbreak Red: “Kake...Gold!!!”

Heartbreak Gold (Kakeru from Gravi): “Gold is always getting his heart broken by lady luck (bright smile).”

Heartbreak Red: “This guy turned into a twinkling star...”

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☆Sorry For the Intrusion☆ (@solids_info)

Heartbreak Red: “Wheeeee!!!! How are you, Blushing Red 2?”

Blushing Red 2 (Dai from SolidS): “You’re here?”

Heartbreak Red: “Now for the intro!! It doesn’t matter which Twitter account - Boundary-Free Hero Heartbreak Red presents: Account Attack!!”

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Heartbreak Red: “Dai-chan-san, your line when I came in doesn’t fit with Blushing Red 2-san’s character, so instead we’ll replace it later and plan your entrance for then.”

Tsubasa: “Don’t try to protect your weird characters so stubbornly lol.”

Ichiru: “I [Love] Red Red will return, too... Issei will show up later.” [Ichiru doesn’t say the ‘love’ part cuz he’s embarassed lol]

Eichi: “You’re blushing (haha).”

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Heartbreak Red: “Uhhh so, Happy April Fool’s Day!! Here’s some pork cutlets Yorurun fried. And Purple- I mean - Hajime-san told me to contact him immediately if I run into any trouble.”

Shu: “This feels like you’re on your first outside mission.”

Rikka: “Speaking of trouble, there’s a certain someone who ran out earlier...”

Shiki: “I wonder who that could be?” [it was him]

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Dai: “Sorry for the wait.”

Issei: “Hello. Whoa, it’s Hearbreak Red-san!”

Heartbreak Red: “What’s up!”

Eichi: “This kind of sketch comedy act makes me nostalgic for those variety TV shows, haha.”

Shiki: “We’re all here now, so let’s start this thing with all of us.”

Rikka: “Yeah, let’s do it! I’ve actually been looking forward to this.”

Heartbreak Red: “Time for the SQ edition!”

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[REQUEST - SQ] Humidity makes my hair messy... What should I do? I need Rikka-san’s advice!! Also, is Shiki-san’s hair still smooth as usual? Lol

Rikka: “When you wash your hair, make sure to properly dry it. You’ll notice a difference the next day. Don’t just leave it half-wet, okay? Using hair care products will yield greater results, too! And Shiki... His hair is so smooth today that I’m angry.”

Shiki: “What can I say, I’m Mr. Smooth Hair Cuticles #1.”

Heartbreak Red: “I’m #2.”

Rikka: “I’m jealous~ (haha).”

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[ADVICE - SQ] There’s a 20cm height difference between me and the person I like! And I’m taller! I hate guys...  ( ;ᯅ; )

Shiki: “No need for that, I think that’s cool. Believe in yourself. The person you like will realize it’s cool, too.”

Heartbreak Red: “It’s a gift from the heavens. I hope the person you like will like you back!”

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[OTHER - SQ] Ichiru-kun♥ I love you ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Everyone: “Awwww!!!”

Ichiru: “Be quiet, all you adults!!!! But thank you for your message! I’m super happy! I’ll continue to do my best!”

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[REQUEST - SQ] Heartbreak Red, what do you think of Dignified Red?

Shiki: “Yeah, let’s hear it! Not that I’m Dignified Red or anything!!”

Heartbreak Red: “He has an amazing force, I’m jealous. And to possess such a grand presence really is the meaning of dignified. Dignified Red’s calm aura is so cool.”

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[REQUEST - SQ] Rikka-san!!! Rikka-saaaaaan!! What has made you smile recently?

Rikka: Yoru-kun’s delicious fried pork cutlet made me smile~ I now have a great, big smile on my face ♪”

Dai: “...Just hurry up and finish it.”

Heartbreak Red: “I like you ‘cause you eat until you’re full.”

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[OTHER - SQ] Issei-kun, are you enjoying university life?? The juniors are growing up and your horizons are expanding.

Issei: “Thank you for your message! They haven’t decided whether or not to start a new semester [due to current events, aka the corona virus], but me being impatient won’t help anything. I’ll happily wait for a decision (haha).”

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[REQUEST - SQ] I haven’t seen much interaction between Okui Tsubasa and Kagurazaka Soushi even though their image colors are both yellow. I’d like to hear a conversation between them. Please help with this, Heartbreak Red~ [originally requested on the Tsukiuta account, but he’s answering it on the SQ account]

Heartbreak Red: “I’m a man of my word, so I called Soushi over.”

Soushi: “Now that I’m here, let’s talk, Tsubasa-san.”

Tsubasa: “This somehow seems forced lolol, but sure let’s talk.”

Soushi: “Then let’s find something to do instead. Like a dance lesson or something.”

Tsubasa: “Oh, yeah. Did you know there’s a dance lesson day organized by the office? People who want to practice on their own, regardless of unit, can go.”

Soushi: “And you’re a kind senpai who treats people to things like ramen afterwards, right~?”

Tsubasa: “What an indirect way to ask for that lolol. Since you have such a big body, I’ll treat you.”

Soushi: “That’s a weird reason (lol). And I hear you always treat Dai-chan-san to things?”

Tsubasa: “That’s because Dai-chan is an eternal little brother!”

Dai: “This turned into such an embarrassing conversation...”

Rikka: “Your ears are red, Dai (haha).”

Heartbreak Red: “That’s all for the yellows’ talk!”

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Heartbreak Red: “And so, time is up!!! I’ll be taking my leave now, SQ~!!

Shiki: “He really blew in and out just like the wind (ah, youth)...  What a ‘chill dude’ (ah, youth)...”

Tsubasa: “Shiki, don’t try to use young people slang... (but he sure is a chill dude)”

Shu: “What a crazy time this session was...”

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Heartbreak Red: “Pool of Blood-kun is in his green forest. Blushing Red-kun has returned to the sky... Actually that sounds morbid, so let’s say he returned to the bottom part of the blue sky. To everyone here except Ryou-kun and Ren-kyun who are in the middle of changing clothes right now: Happy April Fool’s Day!!”

Koki: “Happy April Fool’s! I’ve been looking forward to this, haha.”

Sora: “We’ve been waiting-!”

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[He’s now infiltrated the ALIVE twitter account (@aliveinfo1)]

Heartbreak Red: “Now that I’m here, you know what that means, right? Let’s get to it!”

Nozomu: “Yeah, let’s do it!!”

Kensuke: “Answering real questions and giving advice in a rapid-fire setting is a test of idol power. I’ll do my best!”

Morihito: “I wonder what kind of messages we’ll get.”

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[OTHER - ALIVE] Kou-kun, how is your mother doing? (From: a fan of your mom)

Koki: “I didn’t even know my mom had fans (haha). Thank you on behalf of my family. She is doing just fine.”

Heartbreak Red: “This morning my mom left me this supportive message: ‘Red, do your best!’ If you could see it, it would be so embarrassing.”

Koki: “I’m sure (haha).”

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[REQUEST - ALIVE] I love Pool of Blood Red-san so so much. From morning til night, I long to be a tomato crushed and eaten by him. Please, please, please let me be your tomato...!

Ryota: “I’m not Pool of Blood Red [yes he is], but I’ll tell him that for you... You want to be eaten?”

Heartbreak Red: “!!”

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[REQUEST - ALIVE] When Heartbreak Red and Nozomu-kun are together, what are some common things you say? I’m curious about what happens when the two energies meet!

Heartbreak Red: “Wheeee~”

Nozomu: “Whee-whee~”

Heartbreak Red: “Weh?”

Nozomu: “Ooweh-ooweeeh~”

Heartbreak Read & Nozomu: “Wheeeeeeeee~ lololol”

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[INQUIRY - ALIVE] What does everyone in ALIVE wear to sleep?!

Heartbreak Red: “I am a capable man, so I will gather this information!!”

☆Everyone’s Sleepwear☆

Those in sweats or activewear: Sora, Soushi, Nozomu, Kensuke, Mamoru

Those in Gelato Pique [brand name of luxury sleepwear]: Ryota

Those in pajamas: Morihito, Ren, Koki

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[OTHER - ALIVE] Who is the strongest in ALIVE?

Heartbreak Red: “Time to answer with your physical skills! Let’s go!”

Everyone: “Roger!”

~ Please Hold ~

[sometime later]

Soushi: *victorious pose*

Kensuke: “Ryou’s inability to laugh makes him strong in a different sense, but this competition wasn’t about making people laugh.”

Ryota: *annoyed*

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[REQUEST - ALIVE] Mamoru-san, tell us about something that happened recently!

Mamoru: “I was thirsty at night, so I had some half-finished water bottle by my bedside. When I woke up in the morning, my face was drenched...!!”

Heartbreak Red: “I’ve never woken up to having water splashed on me, but I feel your pain.”

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[REQUEST - ALIVE] Sakuraba-san, please show us your ‘dere’ [lovey] side...!!

Ryota: “One can’t just be ‘told’ to be dere... Did you forget? (laughs)”

Heartbreak Red: “An extra-large serving of dere-------”

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[OTHER - ALIVE] Sora-kun! Have you gotten any taller?!

Heartbreak Red: “Good question!!! As a matter of fact!!! They were going to make an announcement later, but!!! All of the official websites will be updating everyone’s height measurements to reflect this year!!!!

Sora: “The results will be online!!!!! (teary-eyed)”

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[REQUEST - ALIVE] I want to be charismatic like Nozomu-kun! Please tell me three things I can do to be charismatic!

Nozomu: “#1: Believe in yourself! #2: Believe in those around you!! #3: Make an effort to have faith!! That’s all!”

Heartbreak Red: “Those are all good points!”

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[REQUEST - ALIVE] What color is everyone’s lucky underwear?

Soushi: “Mine are black. But that’s because of the color of our stage outfits (SOARA’s costumes are white).”

Ren: “Uh... well...”

Heartbreak Red: “My lucky underwear is red of course! I’m sure all of these ‘sky’ and ‘forest’ people have cool colors, too. Well, if I’m the one saying it then it’s probably true (haha).”

Ren: *relieved he doesn’t have to answer*

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Heartbreak Red: “That’s all the time I’ve got!! To all of you sky and forest dwellers - I’ll be taking my leave~!!

Kensuke: “Thank you, Heartbreak Red---!!!”

Sora: “Good luck out there---!!!”

Soushi: “Feel free to abduct me again.”

Morihito: “Soushi (haha). Thank you very much, Heartbreak Red.”

Mamoru: “I had fun!”

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☆Red Went Back Home☆

Heartbreak Red: “Now that I’ve accomplished my missions, I’m back home. Happy April Fools Day, everyone! I want to end this at home. By the way, I think I’ll be able to do some ‘Account Attacks’ that I couldn’t do this time around sometime later in April. I hope you all look forward to it~

My last audio greeting is just my final thoughts, haha. Alrighty! Thanks for a wonderful April Fools!! Until next time!”

#tsukiuta #tsukipro #heartbreak red #april fools day #solids #quell #soara #growth #twitter translation #my translation

[imagines4undertale]

Hello! I really love your blog~ How about the classic boys with an S/O that scares easily? The originals need some love too lolol

UT!Sans(Classic)-

Oh boy, this jokester is going to have a blast with this. He’ll never scare you to the point of tears or to a point you get genuinely mad(on purpose), but expect a lot of jump scares from this teleporting butt head. He’ll show up in closits, cupboards, and even once in the washing machine. Every Time, you’ll let out a squeal and jump out of your skin while hitting him lightly for spooking you. He gets a laugh out of it and enjoys being able to hug you, if you let him, after startling you. He might escalate them during April Fools and Halloween and every once and awhile he might go too far. 

It’s the night before Halloween and you are finally ready to take your honorary sibling to go trick or treating. Frisk has spent all week chattering about what they are going to wear and insisting that you wear a costume to not cramp their style. You had found a nice looking witch costume at the last minute, all you had to do was take it home and add some finishing touches before you go to bed. Stepping into your house, you hang your keys by the door, toss your phone on the table, and take the costume in its bag down the hall to the bedroom. Halfway down the hall the lights flicker for a moment before everything goes pitch black. You feel a chill up your spine as you feel for the hall light switch to flick it a few times.

“H-hello? Is anyone there?” But you get no answer. You try to make your way back to the door stumbling around in the dark, but you trip over something that you swear wasn’t there before. Scrambling to your feet you make your way to the closer kitchen to find the flashlight you keep for black outs. As you blindly search the drawer, you suddenly hear and feel a breath go up your neck. You spin and flail your hand behind you searching for purchase, but feeling nothing, the other hand still desperately searching for the flashlight. “S-sans if this is you, t-this isn’t funny…” Your voice raises in volume as you shake out the words. The hand in the drawer finally grasps the flash light and you fumble the light on in front of you. For a split second, you see a face right in front of your eyes, a mask illuminated by the flashlights beam. 

“I ThiNk It’S HIlariOus.” The mask whispers in a dry cracking voice. You scream at the top of your lungs and wave your hand with the flashlight as hard as you can as you clammer back into the corner of the kitchen. Once you reach the corner, your legs collapse out of fear and you start to sob out in broken breaths on the floor. “oh crap.” You hear Classic, but you panicked mind only really half registers what it means.

“Help!” Still sobbing, you call out to him.

“ah, crap…” Classic breath out sharply before you feel the static in the air of his teleportation. The lights flick back on and your skeleton pops back in front of you with guilt written in bold all over his unmasked face. You are still huffing in broken breaths as you shake on the floor, but you glar up at him. Classic gently walks over to you and kneels down. 

“h-honey, i’m so sorry, i took that way too far. i thought that with it being the spooky season and all i’d get you with a good one, geeze i’m so so sorry!” He explains as he gets on the floor with you, gathers you in his arms, and starts rocking you back and forth. “no more scares for a long time, i promise! i won’t even teleport in the house. stars, i didn’t think you would scare that bad. i’m so sorry.” Classic’s eyes start to water as your body shakes start to subside and your breaths return to normal.

“If you EVER do t-that again Sans, I’ll kick your bony butt, is that clear?” You shakily tell him hugging him close.

“i won’t, never again.” He says as he rests his mouth on the top of your head.

(if you happened to forget, sans can be a bit of a butt head in the game, you are not immune to this even if he tries not to be)

UT!Papyrus(Paps)-

“HAVE NO FEAR, THE GREAT PAPYRUS IS HERE!!”

Papy is going to be your knight in shining armor. If you are even slightly spooked he is going to pick you up and hold you away from whatever the “danger” might be. You do start to notice that the two of you are watching more horror movies than usual though on your weekly movie night . At every jumpscare, you find yourself in a blushing Papy’s arms with him squeezing you close and telling you you’re safe with him. He might really like the idea of being your protector and making you feel safe with him. There are times when even the great Papyrus gets scared though. 

It’s a few weeks before Halloween and the entire monster family crew decided to go experience a human fall festival. The day had been full of candied apples, picking out pumpkins from the patch, doing a corn maze, and petting animals. Frisk finally was starting to run out of energy as the twilight hit and was perched on Asgore’s shoulders. There were still some attractions to see and many had just started opening for the night. One such attraction was a large haunted house experience. It looked like the grounds had been built around the old, decrepit looking building just so it could be used for this attraction. Most of the crew didn’t seem interested, but Papy and Undyne were raring to go. 

“COME ALONG WITH ME HUMAN, THE GREAT PAPYRUS SHALL KEEP YOU SAFE!” It takes about ten full minutes of Papy talking to you before you give in. 

Walking into the building, you were already glued to Papy’s side, both hands intertwined in one of his. “YOU HAVE NOTHING TO FEAR MY LITTLE HUMAN!” Papy tried to reassure you, but as you enter the first room of the experience, a long dark hallway full of doors, you feel his hand start to quiver slightly. You hear a myriad of groans from the floorboards and far off screams from the other participants. It’s getting darker as you get further into the hallway and you can feel Papy pulling you closer and shaking more. The lights flicker and you hear a groan that sends a shiver up your spine as the door directly next to you and Papy creaks open. In the dim light of the room, you see only a small baby crib rocking in an invisible breese and the sound of a discordant music box playing a slow child's lullaby. The crib seemed to have dark hand prints along one edge and a few stains along what you could see of the sheets. It seemed to captcher you in a trance for a moment before you heard a voice whisper something on the wind.

“Do you know where my baby is?” A sweet sing song voice asks. You shake your head no at the open air and wait for a moment.

"Liar…. LIAR! Tell me where is my BABY!" The voice crescendos into a screech as you see a figure sprint out of the shadows toward you and you scream in fear. Suddenly, you feel your feet leave the ground as Papy picks you up bridal style and begins to tear down the hall at breakneck speeds. It takes about ten minutes after you get back out of the haunted house before Papy will let go of his vice grip on you. He decides that day that haunted houses are not for him.

#anonymous #undertale imagines #sans #papyrus #classic #papy #ask #answer #undertale

[purplesurveys]

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Have you ever stayed up all night just to talk to someone? Just once, which was that one time I had a Viber call with my girlfriend that lasted like 10 hours. Quickly realized I wasn’t a fan lmao, I like my sleep time and I know for sure she likes hers. When was the last time you eavesdropped someone? Sometime last week. My parents were discussing the results of the bar exam shortly after they came out. For the first time in a...while my school wasn’t part of the top 10 barnotchers, so I eavesdropped to say if they had something to say about it haha. Do you own any platform shoes? No. That’s my least favorite kind of shoe and I don’t think you’d ever catch me wearing them. When was the last time you went to a club? Last weekend of February. It’s been way too damn long; I’m drinking SO MUCH once this quarantine blows over loooool. How have you been sleeping? Very well, thank you for asking. Except for the fact that I wake up sweating now because summer’s here. I also used to take long naps in the afternoon which I think was another factor in my nightly migraines, so I stopped those as well.

Are you adopted? Nope. Do you like scrapbooking? It’s okay. I look up to people who are into it and can keep the hobby up, since it’s a lot of work and requires a lot of creativity. If I had more time and money I would definitely take it up. Do you collect anything valuable? Not really. I used to collect old receipts, but that habit died a long time ago. Have you ever had a cat meow at you for 20 minutes straight? Not really. My sister’s cat loved meowing at me, but I was never with her for 20 minutes because I was scared of her lol. When was the last time you were jealous of someone? Ten minutes ago. I saw that Andrew already put stuff in the acknowledgments part of our thesis, and they went ahead and thanked their girlfriend. They also included Gabie in the thank-yous as I’m guessing they expected me to put her name anyway, but the truth is I can’t put her name because we are not out. So now I have to delete her name and only their gf’s name, Leigh, will have to stay and I’m super jealous because of it. Do you own a lava lamp? No but I remember seeing one in a department store when I wassssss 14 and wanting one so bad. I’m not into them as much anymore. How many house phones do you have? We have two. We have a wireless phone downstairs and a landline upstairs, but tbh we only keep them around for my grandma, who prefers to only know how to use a telephone and refuses to learn other gadgets. No one else ever calls our number anymore. Does your school photo ever look attractive? You mean my ID? I never liked how my IDs turn out; I always felt like I smiled wrong in each of them lol. My graduation shots always turn out great though; those are pictures I definitely don’t feel bad about. Do you know anyone with an eating disorder? Not that I know of, no. Who slept in your bed last night? Just me. I tried placing Kimi on it yet again, but he jumped off yet again. What was the last thing you killed? An ant. Whose number did you last get? Ooh I’m not so sure. I think it was the makeup artist from the photography studio who took our senior photos. My mom really loved my makeup and she wanted to get the contacts of the one who worked on me. Have you ever thought about stepping in front of a car? Yeah, pretty often. Have you ever laid down in the middle of the street? Only small roads lmao, nothing as big as an expressway. I remember having my photo taken by Athenna as I sat on one of the roads in my old school to keep as a memento. Unfortunately I lost it when I accidentally wiped out my camera roll with photos from 2016 and before that. Do you listen to explicit music? Yes. I’ve been ~qualified~ to listen to them for four years now, lol. When was the last time you used a public bathroom? It was most likely during the last week that I was in school. Have you ever used someone for money? No. When was the last time you went to the zoo? I’ve never been to a zoo. Is there a teacher you hate more than anything? From my old school, yes. It’s like they let in anyone there, lmao. My college professors haven’t been as bad, not even the worst ones. Do you own colored eyeliner? I don’t own eyeliner, period.

Why did you last laugh to yourself? I was trying to look for the ^ aforementioned photo of me lying on the ground from my Twitter cause I have an inkling that I posted it there, but since it was taken in 2016 it meant I had to scroll suuuuper far down. I got to see some of the old tweets I made and man, I’ve always been funny HAHAHAHA thank fuck. What was the last injury you had? For some reason I have a deep cut on my thigh. It’s deep enough that it stings when I take a bath and the water hits it. I have no clue where it came from. Do you have manners? Yes, if I do say so myself. I’ve seen people my age who behave worse. Have your feelings for someone ever been a mistake? No, it’s never felt like this. Who did you think about before you went to bed? I wasn’t thinking of anyone. I just wanted to fall asleep last night. When was the last time you felt like a creeper? Maybe a few days ago when I scrolled too far down someone’s Instagram. Who do you plan on having wheel chair races with when you grow older? Angela, without a doubt lolol. Have you ever woken up and realized that yesterday really happened? Yes, but this feeling is reserved only for extremely good or extremely bad days. Do you know anyone without a middle name? Like, with just one name? Yes. When was the last time you broke down and cried? A few weeks ago when my mom hurled not-so-nice words to me. Have you ever been ditched? Probably in high school, but they weren’t memorable experiences. Have you ever been so scared that you ran faster than you ever before? No. When I’m scared I usually freeze up and have a hard time walking and always have to be held by my companion - in all the times men have harassed me in public, this is always what happens. How much did your latest sunglasses cost? Haven’t bought a pair in a while. Are you talking on the phone right now? Nope. Do you own any fish? I don’t anymore. When was the last time that you had a pet that died? April 19th when Nina’s cat, Arlee, passed away. Do you like spicy food? Love them, but I’m very particular about it. I love spicy Asian food the most since spice is always incorporated well into the dishes, like in curry or laksa. I hate when it just feels like spicy powder poured onto a dish cause then it doesn’t taste as good and it’s just pain in your mouth lol. When was the last time you had starbursts? Months ago.

#survey #surveys

[whatqueen-wildcats]

Answer all the things!

📱 Show your phone lock screen and/or home screen

uh it wouldn't let me insert the pic here? see below lol

💕 Your two top fave fictional characters

I uhh, I honestly don't know how to pick... like I have a lot of favorite stories and I guess have some fave characters in each, but my brain doesn't really single out characters from the story/media itself? I guess this is probably why I've never gotten into fanfiction much? idk how to explain other than saying my favorite stuff often has more to do with the vibes than specific characters.

🕹 Video game you are currently playing

animal crossing new horizons non stop babyyyy

🌡 Fave season

late fall/early winter

🏫 Are you in school, what grade

nah, I'm old

 🎒 Are you in college, major area of study

not anymore, did study music

🏢 Your job (You don’t have to be specific) or dream job if you don’t work

I work on the outgoing correspondence team for a financial company

📷 Post the 12th photo from your phone’s gallery

dad and quincy, April 2020. See below.

📅 Your birthday

june 12

🎂 How old are you

25

📏 How tall are you

5'2 ish?

🔑 Key to your heart

haven't seen that thing in years, lemme know if you ever see it laying around somewhere!

📖 Fave book

pride and prejudice - see, like, could I have picked Elizabeth Bennett as one of my favorite fictional characters? sure, but this is my fave book more for nostalgia and comfort than for me thinking she's the best character ever or anything like that. It's about the Vibes.

📝 Fave quote

"A headline's not an article,

A tweet is not an article.

An update's just a particle

Of an in-depth, fleshed out fact-based, sourced-backed, here's what happened, read the whole thing, it's too much to fit in one blurb, catching eyeballs for your click count article.

A headline's not an article,

A tweet is not an article.

It's basically a farticle

Of a full-blown, pooped-out article."

- Craig Benzine

🌐 Languages you can speak and/or are learning. Which are you fluent in

Only English :( someday would love to learn a new language but I'm lazzyyy

💻 Desktop/Laptop/iPad/other

laptop

📔 Do you keep a traditional diary

not sure what this means by traditional? I do try to keep a journal/diary where I write out thoughts and feelings and whatever, but I'm not super consistent with it unfortunately

☠ Something that angers you

people constantly interrupting or telling me to stop talking or to calm down or acting like "I get it already" when I'm halfway through talking and they really don't get it they're just annoyed..... feels bad man

🐷 Junk food you can never get enough of

I could name a lot of things here lol

right now I'm really craving some salt and vinegar chips

🌼 Fave flower

tulips

📺 Fave anime

uh ive never really watched anime? never given it much of a try. probably the closest thing would be atla but i don't think that really counts? it is perhaps the best show ever made though.

🎥 Fave film

pride and prejudice (2005)

📻 Fave song currently

Hmm I've been enjoying It Might Be Time by Tame Impala quite a bit lately

🎙 Can you sing

not the greatest at it, but yeah! I'm really missing being part of a choir these days

🎁 Best gift you ever received and why

Right now I'm gonna say my nintedo switch, a graduation present given in December 2017, simply because it is the only thing keeping me sane in These Trying Times lolol

funny story, when they were giving it to me, my family made me open the gift with BOTW in it and acted like they'd only been able to afford the game but not the system, and hopefully I could get the switch for myself soon.... but the next box held the switch because they're absolute goons lolol

👾 Do you believe in aliens

not specifically, but I certainly believe they're possible.

👻 Do you believe in ghosts

i dont believe it as in the whole lingering soul of a dead person, but i do believe in spirits/demons/that some places are truly haunted, etc

⛪ What is your religion

Christian

🌎 What country do you live in

USA

📸 Post a selfie

I'm in a skype call for training at work and I cannot focus in the slightest

#thanks for asking this was fun! #sorry it's so long lolol

[shitplanetblog]

lolol

Today’s “funny story” for ya, which played out on Facebook (and was unnoticed anywhere else). Pete Hart and his wife Desiree have been running a “business” at 14380 Olympic Drive in Clearlake. Which appears to sell used baby furniture and clothes.

Yesterday ol’ Pete, that stand-up white businessguy and “pillar of the community”, was busted by the Clearlake PD. “...during a search of Hart's vehicle they found over an ounce of suspected methamphetamine. Hart was also in possession of over $1400 in cash. Hart was on bail from a prior arrest on January 24, 2019, when he was arrested by Officer Shores on probable cause for possession and transportation for sales of methamphetamine....On April 6th, at approximately 8:00am, the Investigations Bureau, assisted by patrol, executed a search warrant for Peter Hart’s commercial and residential property located on Olympic Drive in Clearlake. During the search, detectives located approximately 4 pounds of processed marijuana, scales, controlled substance paraphernalia and with evidence of various types of controlled substance sales. Detectives additionally located over $10k in currency. The currency along with the currency in possession during his arrest were seized pending asset forfeiture proceedings.“

So the Harts had been selling meth and cannabis “on the side” as it were. And their “business” evidently was a front.

Look at Pete’s Facebook. It contains a number of Norse symbols often connected to white-supremacist groups in the US. Also photos of cars, boats and bikes he apparently doesn’t actually own. Plus (and this is the bestest part) his wife has a reputation for screaming at people on social media whenever Pete gets busted. Deny deny deny. “As soon as the management switched I seen this one coming.  Especially how hard they denied it when public called them out.  I seen a couple rants that basically blamed customers for their drop in sales, definitely seemed like a drug induced FB rant we see so often.“

Facebook is still a shithole, but at least it coughs up a few lulz on occasion.

Plus the locals keep wondering why Lake County has such a dark reputation. The Harts are NOT an unusual story in the Clear Lake area. Every spring the county’s population increases and the police calls skyrocket, for only one reason: people have heard they can grow cannabis here with little interference because local law enforcement is underfunded and understaffed. So thousands of nutcases show up from the bay area and LA, and are found “camping” anywhere possible (sometimes squatting in vacant houses) and occupying all available rental properties. Being a bunch of crazy bastards, they do lots of drugs, crime and general insanity on the side. This was rare ten years ago but today it is a major problem. Lake now has the highest rate of drug arrests and overall arrests in the entire state. How “nice”.

[patrineptn]

Proud of Your Boy (01/03)

Discord Prompt Wednesday, April 25, 2018 Prompt Word(s): Bloom/Rain

Summary: Yoosung has never been so poorly active in RFA chat or so diligent in his studies since he started college. The RFA members, however, didn’t know there was nothing to worry about.

Also available here and here.

Yoosung woke up with the buzzing of his phone. It was Saturday and his alarm was off, which mean either someone was calling him or he lost the track of time. With half-open eyes, he picked the device from the table and brought it close to his face. His finals ended just the day before and he was in a much-needed sleep.

Several missed calls, most of them coming from Zen and Seven, the last one just a minute ago. He scratched his eyes, trying to wake up enough to remember how to read Korean. Quietly, he left his bed and headed to the bathroom.

Yoosung washed his face, the cold water shaking away the remains of sleep. He read the chat history from the past days. He hadn't been much active lately, his finals came and he had a very good reason to not fail them. He barely got the necessary grades, but he made it. Yawning, he saw that Saeyoung - even half a year later, he still struggled to use the former hacker's real name, not his alias - and Zen were online.

He joined the chat before they ended up knocking on his door.

~Yoosung has joined the chat.~

Saeyoung: YOOSUNG!

Saeyoung: You

Saeyoung: are

Saeyoung: ALIVE!

ZEN: What the hell happened to you?

ZEN: I didn't see you online in the whole week,

ZEN: and you didn't pick up calls.

Yoosung: I was studying for finals.

Yoosung: My phone died.

Yoosung: I only realised it before going to bed last night.

Saeyoung: R u ok?

Saeyoung: First u stopped LOLOL.

Saeyoung: Now ur taking ur studies srsly.

Saeyoung: Ur a surrogate!

Saeyoung: Where's the real Yoosung?!

Yoosung: is it so hard to believe-

Yoosung: that I am really studying?!

ZEN: Yes! Lmao

Yoosung: I didn't get a scholarship for nothing, y'know?

ZEN: a month ago you weren't even sleeping to get some super rare helmet

ZEN: now you don't even pick up your phone

ZEN: because you were studying?!

ZEN: if it's a joke, it's not a funny one

Yoosung huffed. If only they knew. He flushed the toilet and washed his hands, peeking at his bed while he dried them in a towel. They wouldn't know what hit them.

It happened before his midterms. After pulling another all-nighter playing LOLOL, he skipped all the morning classes. When he woke up, it was past two and he decided on skipping the rest of the day. He used that time to do the dishes, sweep the floor, clean the bathroom, change his bedding; things he usually ignored but had the urge to do that day. Unconsciously, his mind told him to get the house ready for the surprise visitor.

Around the time he would be getting home, the bell rang. At first, Yoosung ignored it, not used to his own bell ringing, his guests never came without previous notice. The last time someone showed up suddenly, it was his mother and, as much as he missed her, more than ever he valued his privacy. When the bell rang for the second time, he answered the door.

There was a girl - a pretty girl with blue eyes and soft features - outside his apartment. He forced his brain to remember where he knew her from. The worn-out yellow backpack was a giveaway.

"Higu… re?" he tried.

"Higurashi." He failed. "You didn't show up today."

Yoosung looked away. He was caught. Someone noticed his absence. Should be so happy about it? "How can I help you, Higurashi…"

"Kagome. Higurashi Kagome. And the question here is how can I help you, Kim?" Yoosung hated when someone called him by his last name. His father was Mr Kim. He was only Yoosung. "Why are you avoiding me? You ignored my friend request and my message request in Fakebook and didn't give me a second glance in the times I tried to talk to you in the past couple days!"

"I hadn't checked my Fakebook in months and I don't remember you trying to reach me in school at all."

He should have chosen better words.

"Am I that invisible? We've been sharing classes for three semesters and you don't even know who I am. Do you?" He didn't. She lowered her gaze, sighing. "Whatever. I knew it would be a waste of time. See you around, Kim. Try coming to school every once in a while for a change."

Yoosung bit his lip. Was he really doing that to people? Ignoring them without even realizing it? Wasn't he the one who said once that just greeting his neighbours made him feel a part of a community? Why was he pushing away someone who came all the way to his house without even knowing the reason behind it?

"Hey, Higurashi!" She turned. "Why did you come here?"

"Why did I-" She frowned. "The history report? Professor Lee assigned us the chapters six to twelve."

"Is it a group project?" She nodded. "And we are in the same group?"

"We are the group. It is supposed to be done in pairs."

"Why didn't you choose someone else?"

"No one chose me."

That's how Yoosung met the one who would occupy his mind and heart soon.

Sometimes Yoosung wondered how could Zen fall so quickly for someone. Everyone, Jaehee in special, noticed how drawn to MC Zen was barely a day after she mysteriously joined RFA chat - not so mysteriously now that they knew the true identity of Unknown. In less than a week, the actor was head over heels without even meeting MC face-to-face. Now he understood.

It took Yoosung five days to understand the perfect woman shared classes with him for nearly two years.

Kagome was fierce. And somewhat scaring. She didn't let him slack off on their project, but she was fair when assigning duties. She lived in the dorms and wasn't allowed to have guests in her room, therefore, she basically camped at his place every night until they finished the fifty pages report - they started a week late, after all.

In these days, Yoosung met her many faces. The sweet and cheerful Kagome was the most lovable human he ever met. There was sincerity when she asked about his day, not like others whom would say it just to be polite. She also worried about his grades - it made him pay more attention to his classes, if only for her peace of mind.

The serious Kagome sent chills down his spine. She had no qualms in bossing him around and maybe, just a little bit, Yoosung liked it more than he should.

Stressed Kagome also meant 'leave-me-alone Kagome' and he respected her space whenever that particular vein popped on her neck. A cup of latte coffee usually helped to bring back serious Kagome.

Like that, Yoosung felt empty when he clicked send to submit their report. He looked at Kagome sitting on his bed, finishing the now cold green tea he prepared while sorting her notes and books. He didn't want to see her only in classes, he wanted to hang out without the burden of the schoolwork on their backs.

Should he ask her out? Was it the right time to do it? Was he prepared for rejection? Would he be able to brush it off and stay as friends if she broke his heart?

"Ne, Yoosung-kun," her Japanese slipped whenever she was nervous, "do-do you like superhero movies?" Her face was red as a tomato and her accent was strong than ever. She looked at everywhere but him. "There's this new Revengers movie coming out this week…"

A 'date' turned into two, then three perfect 'dates'. In the fourth, he gathered his courage to hold her hand in public. In the fifth, Yoosung got his first kiss, an unforgettable goodnight kiss under the rain on her doorstep. Yoosung walked on cloud nine, throwing smiles everywhere and to everyone. He wanted the world to know his life complete now, that Kagome filled him with happiness. However, things were never at beginner difficulty for him.

It was a rainy afternoon that created the perfect atmosphere for a snuggling-under-blankets-while-watching-a-movie day. Deep down - and he was too embarrassed to admit it, even to himself - Yoosung hoped for a Netflix-and-chill day. When she wiggled her butt and cuddled against him, her body moulded against his and he had to think of Saeyoung in a fairy costume to not make a fool of himself.

He barely paid attention to the screen. Kagome's shirt lifted when she snuggled on him, giving Yoosung access to her stomach. He felt her smooth skin, her navel and ribs. She shivered when his thumb brushed her breast by accident. Yoosung held his breath.

Yoosung almost fell from the bed when his phone buzzed. It was a message from Jaehee inviting him to a dinner with the rest of the RFA. It was the perfect chance to introduce Kagome to them.

"Where do we stand?"

Yoosung's mind short-circuited. He wasn't expecting the question. The silence that followed her statement was only broken by the raindrops hitting his window. Yoosung needed a full minute to reply.

"Wh-what do you mean?"

Kagome shifted until she faced him. Her cheeks were stained with pink, her glare piercing into his soul.

"What are," Kagome's index finger pointed to herself, then to him, "we? We hang around, go on 'dates'." Emphasis on 'dates'. "Spend some quality time together, but…" She closed her eyes for a second. "What exactly I am to you?"

"Everything." His mouth said before his brain could stop him from being a hopeless romantic. The flow of words coming from his heart straight to his lips went on. "Everything I ever wanted in a girl. I mean, woman," he corrected once his brain function restarted. The blooming smile on her lips encouraged him. "I know a no-life with terrible academic scores like me isn't good enough to be the boyfriend of the foreign students' council president, but I'm hoping you already gave me a chance."

Kagome's expression shifted from gleeful to concerned. "I can't be your girlfriend. Not right now," she completed, probably seeing the desperation in his eyes and the little bits of his broken heart falling apart. "We have finals in half a month and I'll feel guilty if you don't pass them because you spent too much time with me." That last part she said so low he wasn't sure if it was for his ears or hers.

She saw his grades, he forgot the browser was opened when she borrowed his phone once. Which meant she knew how bad he went in midterms and how big were his chances to fail at least half of his subjects. He never thought his academic life would bring a problem to his love life. He never had a love life to worry about before.

He knew she didn't mean it, but someone in her rank couldn't be with someone below the average. Kagome deserved better, and Yoosung would be better. However, time was needed for him to raise his GPA. There was only one thing he could do immediately.

Yoosung grabbed Kagome's hands, her small fingers secured on his. "If I pass all my exams, will you be my girlfriend? I'll take you on a proper romantic date. We can have dinner, or I can cook for you! I'll look for Oden recipes. And we can go to that karaoke bar we've found the other day, or ice skating, you said you loved Yuri! On Ice."

"You will do that all… for me?"

"For myself, mostly. I want to be someone who you are proud having by your side. Don't look at me like that, it's not about you, Kagome," he removed a strand of hair falling on her face. "Higurashi Kagome, will you be my pre girlfriend?"

For the next days, Yoosung spent more time in the library than at home, going back only to shower and sleep. He borrowed Kagome's notes and used them to guide him through the syllabus. LOLOL? Not even once. He only checked the messenger in the morning and before going to bed. Only one thing broke his concentration.

Kagome stood by his side all the time.

She was his silent companion at the library and the one to make him laugh and break the tension of long hours buried in books. He refused her proposition to tutor him. Nevertheless, he wasn't sure if he would have made it without her moral support.

The last exam finally came and gone. Yoosung found Kagome waiting for him at the cafeteria - she handed the test much earlier than him and certainly did well. His soon-to-be girlfriend looked at him expectantly.

"I don't know…" he said, looking down. Kagome frowned, her eyes full of disbelief. "Dinner or movie first?"

"Baka! I almost had a heart attack!"

"Sorry, sorry!" He threw her backpack over his shoulder and linked their arms, blushing at his own sudden boldness. Kagome didn't seem to mind. "You should have seen your face. You're so cute."

"You'll see who's cute," she murmured. "Anyhow, I was thinking… we could… stay at home today… you know… together." The last part came in a whisper.

Yoosung didn't get it at first. "What about our date?"

Kagome's cheeks burned. "We can enjoy our night… as boyfriend and girlfriend." Her grip on his arm tightened. "If you want…"

Did she even have to ask?

#discord prompt #fanfic #yoosung kim #Kagome Higurashi #Inuyasha fanfic #mystic messenger fanfic #mysme #inuyasha

[tanimotoamiblog]

Blog Post Translation: April 3rd, 2021: 644.

Enjoy, and as always, please do not repost without credit!

Thank you very much For the online meeting!!!

It's been a really long time Since I was able to talk with everyone It was fun~~!!

I think that I was able to do it pretty well today, right?!! I even properly said bye bye!!

Also!!! This time, There's going to be a group online talk event!!

The first time, I'll be with Niinuma Kisora-chan!! Won't that be fun?!

Kisochi is funny and I'm always laughing lolol

And, and!!!! After this, at 6pm

I'll be doing an internet signing!! With Kisora-chan <3 <3 <3

Will you be watching it?!!!

Here!!!

I want a lot of comments~ ;) ;) Please work well with me~~!!

See ya

#tomorrowtheres #ahellocon #inaichiprefecture #kisochis #hometown!!

#tanimoto ami #tsubaki factory #hello project #blog post translation #april 2021

[rappin-drakken]

Tag Game/Get To Know Me

Tagged by @wolf-benjimators

Nicknames: Bindy, Benny, Bennygo

Gender: Female

Star Sign: Taurus

Height: 5′7″ish

Time: 11:15a (it’s 11:38a now that I just finished, lol)

Birthday: April 28!

Favorite bands: The Hush Sound, Halestorm, The Well Pennies, Pink Martini, Colony House, PVRIS, Young the Giant, Lake Street Dive (to name a few)

Favorite solo artist: Hayley Reinhart, Ryan Corn, Tristan Prettyman, Joshua Hyslop. Fletcher, Marina and the Diamonds, Ben Rector (again, to name a few [with my job I listen to music like 4 hours a day, lmao])

Song currently stuck in my head: Freak Like Me by Halestorm

Last movie: pffffffttttttt, probably something I watched on the airplane coming home(?) Either Cars 3 or The Last Jedi

Last Tv: Hawaii Five-0

Why did you create this blog: I had no friends when I moved up to Michigan about 3 years ago so I made my blog to keep me entertained

What do you post/reblog: Mostly memes and funny videos, occasionally something about space/spacial technology or video games I like

Last thing you googled: “What key are these [music] notes in?”

Why the URL: I love the scene in Kim Possible when Drakken starts rapping about brainwashing shampoo lolol

I follow: 45

Followers: 537

Lucky Number: 5

Instruments: I had lessons for piano, but with the ukulele, bass guitar, and guitar I taught myself how to play them. (If the kalimba and melodica count then I play those too, and I can play one song REALLY well on the harmonica. Halfway can play the mandolin as well)

What are you wearing: Fuzzy socks, jeans, a shirt from the demilitarized zone between North/South Korea, and a Alabama Crimson Tide sweatshirt (ROLL TIDE!)

Dream Job: Mechanical Engineer somewhere. (I just don’t want a desk job, let me work with my hands and be a grease monkey :D)

Dream Trip: Italy/Greece

Favorite Food: Macaroni and cheese wait, does ice cream count?

Favorite Song: mine changes all the time, but it’s probably Say Anything by Tristan Prettyman again

Last book you read: "Deluge" in the River of Time series by Lisa Bergren (its really good y’all just read them)

Top 3 universes: Andromeda Percy Jackson definitely, but besides that I have too many fandoms I’m in to pickkkkkkk…. idk let’s go with RWBY and then MCU

Uhhhhhh I tag:

@polygonpeaches @fuckssakejason @the-pie-hunter @ohthisismuchworse @hazelgotswag @wounded-healer

(I know I don’t know half of you very well but don’t feel like you have to do this! I just find it fun)

#get to know me #tagged #about me #lol #i was tagged