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thebiasrekkers · 4 years

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Make It Right [BTS Mafia!AU]

Plot: “It’s always darkest before the dawn…” It’s a dog-eat-dog world in Seoul, South Korea. One has to dwell in the shadows in order to reach for the light. What are you willing to sacrifice in order to feel the sunlight on your face? What will it take to drag you back into darkness? How long will the journey be to make it right?

Rating: NC-17 // NSFW

Pairings: Jin x OC | Taehyung/Hoseok x OC | Yoongi/Jungkook x OC

Warnings: Graphic Violence (bloody violence), Heavy Language, Angst, Slow Burn, Smut

Previous Chapters: Prologue 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45

Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin E’s AO3 || Admin E’s WP || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 2,480

Tag List: @prisczero, @pinkpjmin, @btsaudge, @flowerwrites06, @unoriginal-username15432, @halussali, @shrimpmsg,

Chapter 45: 21st Century Girl

“Whatever other people say, whatever this world tells you, you’re the best to me just the way you are.”

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“Isn’t it early where you are?”

“No, it’s only nine.”

“You look tired though.”

“A lot’s been going on with my new job.”

“I’ll admit, I was a little worried when you said you were quitting your other job. Is that even allowed with the visa you currently have?”

“It’s fine. I applied for another visa through my new company.”

Anastasia sighed, attempting a smile for Jacob. The Skype call had only been going on for about twenty minutes, but it felt like they were talking for hours. She tried to check in about once a week, but with all the hustle and bustle with the company and the ever-blossoming relationship she was in with Seokjin, it was hard to maintain contact in the way she would have liked. Add on the extreme time zone difference and that was how things wound up.

“Is it harder than working for your old job?”

“No,” she said while shaking her head, “it’s about the same workload. I have more responsibilities because I technically got promoted when they hired me.”

Jacob nodded, brushing some of his hair out of his eyes. It was getting a little longer than she was used to. He would have cut it by now, but he seemed set on trying out a new image.

She watched him take a drink of water. “Are you happy, Ana?”

Blinking, she wasn’t quite sure what to make of his question. Had she given any indication that she wasn’t happy? She hoped not. She didn’t want him worrying unnecessarily.

Again, she smiled. “Yeah Jake, I’m happy.”

Anastasia watched her brother’s eyes furrow from the computer screen. She knew it wasn’t because he didn’t believe her. He just worried a lot and tended to fuss over her unnecessarily. It was the role Jacob chose to play since he was the second-born. They were only two years apart, but they were thick as thieves and she appreciated how close they were despite her being the oldest of her three siblings. Their baby brother, Phillip, was still just starting college while Elena just graduated from her university. Their parents were still harping on about practicality when it came to their futures, something that both Anastasia and Jacob despised. They should have all been allowed to choose the paths they wanted to live, regardless of the outcomes.

“Well,” he finally said, shrugging one shoulder, “as long as you’re happy, that’s all that matters.”

Relief washed over her and she sank back in her chair a little more, cradling the mug of green tea in her hands. Her hand slid from the handle to press a palm to her stomach, a warmer smile touching her features. She must have looked a little silly because the sound Jacob clearing his throat loudly startled her from her thoughts. When she peered back at the screen, his face was a little closer, as if he was leaning forward to look directly into her eyes.

“So, are you finally dating someone now?”

She coughed loudly, sitting up and quickly setting her mug down on the desk by her keyboard. “W-What?” Anastasia attempted to wrangle the words that were escaping her. “What’s with the interrogation anyway?”

Again, Jacob shrugged. “I know you dated that one guy, but that’s it.” He leaned back in his chair, lounging lazily. “Just figured you were seeing someone new.”

She felt her cheeks grow warm, her hands fidgeting until Anastasia started twirling a few locks between her fingers. It was a nervous tick that she hadn’t been able to break and there was no sign of it stopping anytime soon. She’d be an old woman pulling at her thinning gray strands until they put her in the ground.

Jacob laughed, realizing he’d caught her in his cleverly laid trap. If he was within arms-reach, she would have shaken him like a rag doll. “Your face gives away everything. It’s why you suck at poker.”

“Shut-up,” she muttered.

Another window suddenly popped up, notifying her that she had another call. She stared at the screen as Seokjin’s name and picture appeared in the window. Her eyes lowered to the corner of the monitor, spying the time, and she wondered why he was calling. He’d given her the rest of the week off so she could adjust to all the hormonal imbalances that came with her pregnancy. Talking with her brother was part of the whole routine check-up bit, but she really wanted to talk to him about her being with child.

“Hold on, Jake. I have another call.”

“Sure.”

She put her brother on hold, answering Seokjin’s call. When his face popped up on the screen, Anastasia could only stare at how uncomfortably close his face was to the camera. Neither of them said anything. She was too startled to speak and he apparently was trying to read something about her. He did this often when he was trying to catch her in some kind of lie or if she was secretly up to something.

“Seokjin,” she finally said, blinking, “what are you doing?” Anastasia looked over his shoulder to see if he was in his office. “Shouldn’t you be, oh I dunno, working or something?”

“Why are you on the computer?” he asked suddenly. “I gave you the rest of the week off to rest. Not so you could stare at a monitor.”

Anastasia sighed. “I’m talking to my brother. Why?”

“You can’t talk on the phone?”

“Phone calls are expensive. Skype is free.”

He gave her a dissatisfied look. “Are you serious?”

“Yes, I’m serious! Why are you calling me on Skype if you’re worried about me being in front of a monitor?”

“Because you won’t answer your phone!”

“My phone’s dead and I’m charging it!” Anastasia puffed out one of her cheeks. “Geez, you’re impossible.”

He frowned, brushing some of his hair out of his eyes before leaning back in his chair. “…are you hungry?”

“Am I hung—what?” She looked back at the clock to make sure of the time. “It’s still early!”

“You should at least eat breakfast. It’s the most important meal of the day.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Anastasia rolled her eyes. “Shouldn’t you be working? Go back to work!”

Without waiting for his response, she hung up the call and went back to the window her brother was on. Jacob was busying himself with scribbling some notes on a notepad.

“Sorry about that.”

He looked up at the screen, setting his pen down. “Who was that?”

“A potential headache.” She pinched the bridge of her nose. “Just a headache.”

Jacob smirked. “Yeah? Sounds like a boyfriend to me.”

“Jacob Martin!”

He laughed loudly, holding a hand up as he patted the air. “Okay, okay. I get it. Dropping it now.”

Anastasia smiled as she sighed, realizing how much she missed her brother being around. He mentioned coming to visit from time to time, but between working and trying to find his place in the world, she knew that it was almost impossible. Air fare wasn’t cheap and while she could afford to fly him out if he wanted, there was the internal worry about him judging her ties with former gangsters. Their home life wasn’t peaches and cream, but it was far from unsavory. What family was perfect?

Even so, she still wondered what her brother would think of her if she told him she was having a child out of wedlock.

Once the heavy topic of her work environment was no longer the focus, the two of them were able to engage in lighter conversation. Again, Jacob mentioned coming to visit her in South Korea, mostly because he wanted to see the country she’d called home for the last three and a half years. The place was full of beauty and splendor. There were many things about the land that helped heal her from the horrible fall she’d had over her broken dreams. While she may not have been a chef and restaurant owner like she wanted, her current occupation brought her to this place.

The path she walked led her to Seokjin, the man she loved.

Half an hour passed and she realized that it was getting late. She worried that she was keeping Jacob up longer than normal.

“You should probably get some rest,” she said, noting the tired look in Jacob’s eyes, “you have the overnight shift this week, don’t you?”

Jacob stifled a yawn. “Yeah, but it’s fine. I need to make sure that Phillip did his homework.”

“Let Elena worry about that.”

He nodded, waving a hand back and forth to her. Anastasia wished to ruffle his hair like she often did when they were teenagers. A painful wave of nostalgia overtook her and she did her best not to cry, cursing herself for all the pregnancy hormones throwing her out of whack. Jacob didn’t seem to notice as he finished off his bottle of water.

“Mm, alright. I guess I’ll try to get some sleep. G’night, ‘Stasia.”

Anastasia rubbed at her eyes to keep the tears from falling. “Goodnight, Jake.”

The blip noise sounded after the call ended and Anastasia was left with only silence. She curled her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around her legs as she buried her face into her knees. A weak sob was all she could muster, mourning the lack of family around her to tell her that everything was going to be okay. That her worries would be for nothing and that she would be happy. That she deserved to be happy, despite all of her failures.

For a moment, all she could do was sob quietly to herself. There were so many missed opportunities to empty her soul to her brother. He would have understood and encouraged her. Jacob would have told her that she was strong, that she was one of the strongest people he knew, and that this little bump in the road was just one pothole on the way to glory. Their parents would have told her she was shameful for carrying another man’s child when she hadn’t even so much as been introduced to his family. That it was a disgrace to have a child as an unmarried woman. People did it all the time, but not her family. Not the D’Angelo’s.

Anastasia didn’t know how long she was curled up in her chair. She was pretty sure that she’d drifted off at some point. Her limbs ached from scrunching herself up into a ball and they protested as she tried to straighten herself out. A hand rubbed at her stomach while the other wiped the moisture from her cheeks.

“I’m sorry, Baby,” she whispered, rubbing circles over her belly, “I didn’t mean to cramp you up like that.”

She stretched her legs out, then her arms, before standing. Grabbing the mug, she made her way downstairs. She’d barely made it into the kitchen before the front door burst open and in walked Seokjin, looking flustered and haggard. The mug slipped from her hands and fell into the sink with a loud clatter as she spun around the moment he stalked into the kitchen.

“W-What are you doing?!” Anastasia managed to stammer out, taking a step back as Seokjin quickly closed the distance between them. “You’re supposed to be at work!”

“You hung up on me!”

“That’s because you were acting crazy!”

Anastasia peered around him, hoping that Jimin had the wherewithal to at least follow so she could drag Seokjin back to the office. She frowned, ducking under his arm and bolting from into the living room. He was practically on her heels.

This was insane!

Stopping short, she whirled on her heels and Seokjin had to raise himself up onto the balls of his feet to keep from crashing into her. She stuck her hand out.

“Phone. Now.”

He blinked down at her. “What? No!”

“Gimme the phone, Seokjin!”

His eyes narrowed, issuing his silent refusal. Anastasia didn’t care as she took a step forward, her hands lunging out to reach into the inner pocket of his suit jacket. He wasn’t fast enough to move out of the way and her fingers quickly found the item. When he tried to snatch it back from her, she twirled so that her back was facing him.

Her thumb slid over the dots to form the pattern needed to unlock his phone and she immediately dialed Jimin. As the phone rang, Seokjin tried to take the phone back but Anastasia was already half running, half jumping up the stairs toward the loft. Jimin answered before the second ring could finish.

“Hyung! Where did you go?!”

“Jimin-ah, you tell your boss to take his ass back to work!”

“A-Ana Noona? What are you—?”

“Do you hear me?” Her feet landed on the top step and she turned around to stick her foot out, her heel planting itself against Seokjin’s chest to keep him from moving any closer to her. “He has fivemeetings today and one of them is in twenty minutes. How could you let him leave the office in the first place?!”

“I’m sorry, Noona. I tried! But Seokjin Hyung hit me. He hit me in the chest and I was horrified!”

She shot him a glare. “He did what now?”

“He’s never hit me. I didn’t know what to do! I was caught off guard! I’m sorry. I’ll come over right now.”

Anastasia hung up the phone and tossed it back to Seokjin. She then pointed downstairs. “Out.”

He pouted. “Anastasia, come on…”

“Go back to work!” Her eyes narrowed. “If I end up having to take you backto the office, I’m going to work and I’m gonna make every second of your life a living hell while I’m there. Do you understand me?”

Seokjin gave her the once over, as if trying to surmise if she really would do it. He knew better. At least she hoped he knew better. She was as stubborn as a mule and if he thought, for even one second, that she was playing around, then he’d rue the day he ever hired her. She wasn’t going to back down from this and an angry pregnant woman was not a variable that Kim Seokjin would be in a hurry to deal with.

After a moment, he sighed and leaned against the wall. “…alright, you win.” He held his hands up, turning to head downstairs. “I’ll go.”

She stayed upstairs, waiting to hear him put on his shoes and open the door. When she didn’t hear it close, however, Anastasia smiled and shook her head. “I’ll see you tonight,” she called down to him, “have a good day.”

“…love you.”

Her cheeks flushed slightly and she walked down a few steps so she could see his pitiful face.

She laughed.

“I love you too.”

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blissfulalchemist · 11 months

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Catlina Rojas (fc5) // Carly (ffxiv,bloodlines)

Stasia E. (ffxiv,bloodlines) // Anthea (ffxiv)

Tagged by @florbelles and @corvosattano to make some girls in this meiker (Thank you!) and so I brought you four of them. Cat being the most unhinged I’ve ever seen her, shame on me for not letting her get to this point in canon. Carly in a lovely mix of both verses and the only legatus I will follow no questions. Stasia also in a nice mix fresh from making familiar and her hero commenting on its eyes. And my Anthea……the skies burned red, malformed creatures sprung forth, and is now left to wander in sorrow with their love now gone.

Tagging: @belorage @strafethesesinners @jackiesarch @confidentandgood @heroofpenamstan @unholymilf @adelaidedrubman @shallow-gravy @indorilnerevarine @leviiackrman @deputyash @socially-awkward-skeleton @shellibocs @noonfaerie and anyone else that wants too!

#truly this meiker was so nice to help blend the two verses!#look at my girlies though! I love them so much…..#wish I could have put more blood on cat like she deserves though #catlina rojas oc #catlina (derogatory)#carly oc #stasia e. oc #anthea oc #picrew

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blissfulalchemist · 1 year

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Stasia wir Galvus Enache

“Foul child, bastard and beast/O lost lamb, first to the feast/Come claim if you're able a spot at this table/Mild and meek, down on your knees/For hide and seek./It's time that we feed/Your heart is racing, blood is running cold/Your fractured will is whispering (fly away)/Far Away” -Scream by Masayoshi Soken

template by @unholymilf (x)

#Yes yes here we are with more ff but like the template was just perfect for the girls!#Thank you Ash! I love showing them off!#honestly still so proud of that ascian symbol coming out the way that it did!#anyway please enjoy it!#stasia e. oc #stasia ff verse #my moodboards #I promise carly is coming next

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blissfulalchemist · 6 months

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9, 12, 17, and 18 for the halloween asks!

Thank you Liz! I hope the answers satisfy!

9. Which OC goes all out with Halloween decorations?

Would it be cheating to say that if Sib's mother knew about all Saint's Wake she'd go all out? Yes? Okay fine. But real answer is a bit of a tie between Cat and Tia. It was always honestly a fun time for Cat especially once getting her own place before the horrors of Hope County. Tia has a smaller space but she did switch out some decorations in her van to be Halloween themed and you're damn right that she went and decorated Khaki's office because he was being a bit of a bore :/.

12. If you could dress up as one of your OCs for Halloween, who would it be?

God if I had the body for it I would dress as Sib because she gets such a princess look at times and how can I not want that?! I would also pick Sahar's hero outfit because uh have you seen it? It's badass!

17. Which OC is easy to scare?

Cat and Thea are the easiest. Rip to Anthea especially since they are surrounded by tricksters. At least Emet won't do anything during the holiday.

18. Do any of your OCs dislike Halloween and why?

Stasia because she can overall be a party pooper and its frivolous and frankly in her og verse kind of overlooks the way it minimizes the fact that witches like her were once hunted and hung so you know pretty valid. Chance doesn't hate it but it can get on his nerves the amount of people that try to convince him that the supernatural is real, just leave him be, he's just trying to get ready for his annual hunt big foot adventure.

#catlina rojas oc #cat chara ask #stasia e. oc #stasia chara ask #hypatia caro oc #hypatia chara ask #chance ruicknar oc #chance chara ask #anthea oc #anthea chara ask

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blissfulalchemist · 1 year

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Carly // Siberite // Stasia

Anthea // Demos // Azem

Aka 5.5 reasons why Emet is always frowning. Tagged by @unholymilf @statichvm @leviiackrman @florbelles @unholymilf @indorilnerevarine @confidentandgood to make some kids in this picrew so have all the FFXIV kids! Sending few tags out too @strafethesesinners @belorage @heroofpenamstan @jackiesarch and anyone else that wants too!

#I love my kids so much…..#Demos and Anthea forever being the best well behaved of the lot #look I wanted an even number and had a theme going unless somehow eventually conner makes it into this verse #carly oc #siberite akagane oc #stasia e. oc #anthea oc #demos reyes oc #ffxiv #picrew #x3: how to rule an empire

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blissfulalchemist · 2 years

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Tia (Bloodlines) // Siberite (FFXIV, post-Endwalker) // Anthea (FFXIV) // Stasia (FFXIV au)

Tagged by @florbelles @themarcspector to use this picrew to make some ladies. It came around once before so here is Part 1 with the six other gals! Tagging: @belorage @heroofpenamstan @blackreaches @strafethesesinners @adelaidedrubman @confidentandgood @dihardys @jackiesarch @shellibisshe @devil-kindred @chyrstis @indorilnerevarine @leviiackrman @shallow-gravy and anyone else that wants too! Feel free to tag me!

#sib had to go and find herself and it involves a hair change!#but just had to do stasia again cause truly that universe will not leave my brain #hypatia caro oc #siberite akagane oc #anthea oc #stasia e. oc #stasia ff verse #tag games #picrew #also shout out to my phone photo filters in making sibs hair more blue rather than purple

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blissfulalchemist · 1 year

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“Don’t be scared, he said. Don’t be scared. I would never hurt you. It’s not just that I love you. You’ve become me, you became me, and how could I ever hurt myself?” — Margarita Karapanou, Rien ne va Plus (tr. by Karen Emmerich)

If you haven’t been living under a rock you will know that Final Fantasy XIV has taken over the brain and has given me the wonderful chance to put Carly and Stasia in a universe where they win :) and @delicateweapon has knocked it out of the park! Look at my girls! Look at them!!! I am in love seeing Stasia in Ascian robes and Carly with the first blade given to her by Zenos :’) Like this is just everything! I have been blessed! Thank you so much Nika! I love it! I love them!

#SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP PULLING OUT MY HAIR! I love them so much #I have had them on the brain in this universe and god they get to have so much fun!#My girls....#As always shout out to their fan club that keep them winning!#carly oc #stasia e. oc #x3: how to rule an empire #ffxiv #God the clothing just has me! !!!!! Thank you so much again Nika!#commissions and gifts

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blissfulalchemist · 7 months

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🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹 feed me!!

Thank you! I shall give you 2 Stasia pieces! 1 from my own little write fest that I may or may not post at the end and the forever drabbles of ew times so Spoiler Warning.

Day 7: Noisome

I never knew darkness could have a smell beyond the chill I had come to know in my five years of life. Peutrid, wet, cloying, and grating like the screams and howls that infested this nightmare. A stench that didn’t leave as the black blood of fanged one eyed beasts soaked and stained my clothes. Clinging to dirt that never quite seemed to wash out of the light brown bear that I clung to for safety and a comfort I would never feel from my parents after they had tucked me in for the night. It was more than rotting flesh that had stayed in the sun too long, it had hints of the special belladonna my mother grew for the residents of Mhach, the wet ash and smoke from my father’s clothes, and it enveloped my tongue in the slime of rotting fungus. My stomach still rolls and threatens to make me sick when I look back on it, when in the brief times I’ve had to revisit what people eventually called the Void, and when that beast of a man summoned one of its inhabitants to serve as his power. The nausea passes when memory brings forth the savior of that small and helpless child. The calming scent of dry forest and my home in the early morning when the sun would light mine and my father’s blonde hair golden. Sweet like flowers that grew in the fields of Amdapor, and sparkled like the chilled starry sky.

Some EW stuff

“Then you three will be the ones to help in locating her,” Emet-Selch declares, “We shall split up but you must be our guides.” “And when we find her? What then?” Stasia crosses her arms, “I doubt we can get anything more than a general location on her.” “We shall see if we can even use this method to find her, then we will come up with a plan.” Stasia rolls her eyes with a small shake of her head, “Now I will go west with Siberite, Demos with Venat and Hermes to the south and east, while you go with Hythlodaeus northward.” “You’re joking.” “Do I look like the kind of person to make a joke at a time like this?” “Do you want the serious answer?” “Enough!” Demos says, “Just go with him and play nice.” She huffs, smoothing out her clothes, “Fine.” Her eyes lock onto Hythlodaeus’, “Well don’t just stand there. Walk. Or are you that incapable?”

#thank you! the writing fest has been fun and there's nice little tidbits within them #stasia e. oc #my wip tag

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blissfulalchemist · 1 year

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OCs as Siken Poems

Tagged awhile ago by @statichvm to take this little uquiz for some ocs. Apologies for the time it took as your girl only took screenshots and not copying text directly 🙃 Anyway sending a few tags out to @belorage @florbelles @heroofpenamstan @unholymilf @confidentandgood @jackiesarch @strafethesesinners @themarcspector @indorilnerevarine @adelaidedrubman and anyone else that wants to do it! Formatted so the line from the poem that fits them is first before the result description.

Hayat Kahdemi (The Wayhaven Chronichles)

The Torn Up Road

There, on the ground, slipping through the minutes,/trying to notch them. Like taking the same picture over and over, the spaces in between sealed up/Knocked hard enough to make the record skip/and change its music, setting the melody on its/forward course again, circling and circling the center hole in the flat black disk./And words, little words,/words too small for any hope or promise, not really soothing/but soothing nonetheless.

“I want to tell you this story without having to confess anything.” poem about having a hard time, the kind of hard time where you don’t want anybody to see you like this, but somebody is seeing you like this. and somebody is doing everything they can to help you but you are reckless and they are young and you both are just trying to get through it one day at a time.

Stasia (VA/Bloodlines, FFXIV)

Saying Your Names

His voice on tape, his name on the envelope, the soft sound of a body falling off a bridge behind you, the body hardly even makes a sound. The waters of the dead, a clear road, every lover in the form of stars, the road blocked. All night I stretched my arms across him, rivers of blood, the dark woods, singing with all my skin and bone Please keep him safe. Let him lay his head on my chest and we will be like sailors, swimming in the sound of it, dashed to pieces.

“I came to tell you we’ll swim in the water / we’ll swim like something sparkling underneath the waves.” this is the poem I send excerpts of to the people I love. when I read this poem is makes me cry because it reminds me of the beautiful things in the world and also the beautiful things of love.

Anthea (FFXIV)

Straw House Straw Dog

Four dreams in a row, four dreams in a row, four dreams in a row,/fall down right there. I wanted to fall down right there but I knew/you wouldn’t catch me/because you're dead. I swallowed crushed ice/pretending it was glass and you're dead. Ashes to ashes./You wanted to be cremated so we cremated you and you wanted an adventure/so I ran and I knew you wouldn’t catch me./You are a fever I am learning to live with, and everything is happening/at the wrong end of a very long tunnel.

“I don’t really blame you for being dead but you can’t have your sweater back.” this is a poem about grief, a poem about loss. poem that makes you think about how people leave you but you still have everything you’ve ever known about them and you don’t know what to do about that.

Siberite Akagane (FFXIV)

I Had a Dream About You

In these dreams it’s always you: the boy in the sweatshirt, the boy on the bridge, the boy who always keeps me from jumping off the bridge. Oh, the things we invent when we are scared and want to be rescued/Your jeep. Your teeth. The coffee that you bought me. The sandwich cut in half on the plate. I woke up and ate ice cream in the dark, hunched over on the wooden chair in the kitchen, listening to the rain. I borrowed your shoes and didn’t put them away.

surrealist dream piece but in a very homoerotic and fluorescent lit way. reminds me of going to waffle house at three am with my friends, or late night road trips. about the idealization of the good wild moments you have with people you love but also about the harshness of living outside of those moments. also kind of about crime, which I think is sexy.

#tag games #these poems and quiz didn't have to go for my kids like this but here we are #hayat khademi oc #stasia e. oc #anthea oc #siberite akagane oc #theas was especially extra mean because what the fuck man #its so rude im still upsetti about it

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blissfulalchemist · 1 year

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OCs as Tragic Greek Figures

Tagged by @corvosattano and @strafethesesinners to put some ocs in this uquiz and let them get read! Have an assortment of them! Tagging @florbelles @belorage @unholymilf @adelaidedrubman @confidentandgood @themarcspector @shellibisshe @jackiesarch @shallow-gravy @leviiackrman @indorilnerevarine and anyone else that wants too!

Anthea, Hayat, Demos

Cyparissus young cyparissus, innocent cyparissus, it was all only an accident. your stag, finding relief from the relentless summer sun of Apollo under the forest's trees, did not deserve the cruel wound of your javelin stuck within him, and you did not deserve to inadvertently be the cause of his death. but grief does not care about intent and accidents, does it? even now, your cypress trees cry your mourning tears.

Stasia,Tia, Siberite

Bellerophon chimera-killer, pegasus-tamer, eater of your own soul: icarus flew too close to the sun, but you flew too close to gods who would prefer to remain untouched. could you not find enough joy in being a hero, a husband, a father and a king? olympus will never accept your presence upon its mountaintop, so best quit while you're ahead, before your horse bucks.

Clio

Patroclus clever patroclus, beloved patroclus, poor patroclus: you do fall into madness, nor vanity, nor hubris. not, that is, for your own sake. love for that golden-haired man, sorrow for your countrymen; it is for his name that you don his armor, and for the dying greeks that you ride into battle. every piece of you is willingly given away, even if after you are gone there are wicked things done in your name.

Chance

Arachne adept arachne, the things which you craft are born from years of careful practice, focused effort, and a drop of divine inspiration. your finished product shows the skills which you have honed over your lifetime, so take pride in that, but don't proclaim yourself a peerless artisan. and, by the gods, show humility when you've been beaten.

#we just did enough until we got an even number of different results haha #but still I may have a type it seems :)#anthea oc #hayat khademi oc #demos reyes oc #stasia e. oc #hypatia caro oc #siberite akagane oc #clio zandra oc #chance ruicknar oc #but anthea's fuckin killed me with theirs being the first one and the whole final days and and and....#tag games

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blissfulalchemist · 2 years

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What is your core?

Tagged by: @belorage @florbelles @unholymilf @adelaidedrubman @strafethesesinners @confidentandgood @dihardys @indorilnerevarine @leviiackrman thank you all! Have a variety pack where everyone of them got dragged. If you haven’t done this and want to! consider this your tag! I’m late apologies.

Hayat Khademi and Carly

acerbic wit

you're a mentor — an old scarred wolf, an injured soldier, a disgraced paladin. your teachings read as shamelessly pretentious, speaking in rhymes and biting down hard into anyone stupid enough to make the wrong move. this isn't your first life, nor your second, nor your sixth — you'll make the most of your time shackled to this world, no matter how many loops it takes to get it right. with every defeat, you reincarnate; a little smarter, a little quicker, crueler and nastier. will you choose to be brutal, equalizing, that final strike in the face of your enemies? will you go soft, become tender and domesticated? the choice is yours. it's not like i can stop you.

Catlina Rojas

cauterizing rage

the house has burned around you, and you’re the only one left standing. is it gratifying to be the survivor? fear and anger are weapons in your capable hands, used only to serve your agenda of fighting back when deemed necessary. you're a powerful person, built from the ashes of your despair and your family's mistakes. with time, you'll bloom into someone softer, like the full blossoms that grow each spring and wither away with the leaves in fall. they won't disappear if you take your eyes off of them. you're enough.

Siberite Akagane

rippling sunset

you’re the nicest person i’ll ever meet, probably. with an undying passion to protect those who can’t protect themselves, you’re energetic and bubbly to a fault. it’s cute, watching you run around trying to tie up loose ends. i feel bad for you — out of everyone you know, you probably have some of the deepest trauma, more than anyone’s aware of. this isn’t something that you want attention for at all, and you’d really just rather forget it exists at all… even then, it seems like you can never escape it. i wish you a pleasant rest of your life, full of rippling sunsets and free of prying eyes.

Conner Enache

warped metal

it's not working out the way you want it to. no matter how hard you try to look scary, the very picture of karmic retribution, your efforts will inevitably fall short. you're out of place here, a broken doll and a used marionette. there's nothing to gain in pretending you can't be hurt like anyone else. there's nothing to gain in pretending you aren't human, that you're made of twisted steel and distorted memories. embrace your humanity. embrace your vulnerability. give in to trust.

Stasia E.

benign culpability

everyone hates you because you are a facetious lying bitch. …kidding, i think. seriously, though! you try way too hard to look like a picturesque example of class and responsibility, but you use your position as a social butterfly to take advantage of those weaker than you. it’s rare for anything not to be your fault, and everyone thinks you’re crying wolf when you actually HAVEN’T done anything. it gets kind of tiring to have everyone on your dick all the time, but it’s less interesting to actually behave. good luck with the therapy?

#like listen…..these were so interesting to see my god #my baby cat just getting read to filth and sib just 🙃 oof #catlina rojas oc #hayat khademi oc #carly oc #siberite akagane oc #stasia e. oc #conner enache oc #tag games

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blissfulalchemist · 2 years

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Stasia Enache // Carly Doe // Tia Caro Sahar Mahin // Catlina Rojas // Aria Dawson Lady Siberite // Clio Zandra // Essie Drozdova

Tagged by: @belorage @florbelles @confidentandgood @preachercuster @jackiesarch to make my girls in this meiker, thank you! Sending out tags too: @heroofpenamstan @blackreaches @strafethesesinners @celestialissues @chyrstis @shallow-gravy @indorilnerevarine @themarcspector @folklyric @lobanhart @shellibisshe and anyone else that wants too! (I know its making its rounds)

#we get to see how both carly and stasia missed the mark at this years met gala going for more 1920s #however you're just chillin at a bar and five minutes in clio gives you /that/ look what are you gonna do?#stasia e. oc #carly oc #hypatia caro oc #sahar mahin oc #catlina rojas oc #aria dawson oc #siberite akagane oc #clio zandra oc #essie drozdova oc #tag games #picrew

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blissfulalchemist · 1 year

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🖊🖊🖊 + anyverse!stasia, 🖊🖊🖊+ anyverse!carly xx

I had a feeling you would inquire about them!

🖊 I don't remember if I discussed this on here at one point but the biggest flaw that Stasia has in her og universe is that she's very traditionalist when it comes to magic. She hardly every took from other regions that weren’t European or the very least Western society as she felt that she knew everything and no one else really had anything else to offer her that she didn’t already have. This even translated into how she was with her bloodline. Men were never taught magic in her family traditionally, only the oldest and youngest female, as they didn’t see men as caring enough to fully grasp magic and the heart of it as they were a line of healers. While the art was lost to many those that were her direct descendents still kept up with teaching their children and primarily their daughters....until Conner’s mom kept with her rebel aesthetic and taught him from the get go and had no other children. Not only was this male being taught their family’s traditions he also had the gall to have a warlock as a father! The last bit of rubbing salt in the wound is that Conner’s mom was named after her twin but simply said a Z is cooler than an S, but still Stasia hates it. It took her so long to find him and his mom due to the fact that they weren’t as traditional and took magic from everywhere getting creative in combining different aspects to suit their needs. So this woman would much rather see her bloodline end than have it suffer any more scandal.

Spoiler warning potential under the cut

🖊 While FF!Stasia has a power that no one has really seen in a long long time she still took the route of learning magic the hard way to supplement the natural affinity, though it still has its source as creation magics like her father and mentor. This woman though also likes to plan for various worst cases and also took lessons in the blade, it just wasn't the sword. She will have a dagger upon her for the close combat and ending lives very personally, but her weapon of choice when having to go into battle is a lance. This becomes pretty vital in the Final Days as her magic now is a high risk situation. It is in no one's best interest for her help to also make the problem worse by just a simple protective wall spell turning into the very monster you wanted to sheild away from. Yes there becomes a silent competition between her and Estinien on who's better and who ends the most monsters.

🖊 In the FF universe Stasia doesn’t actually know if she’s truly immortal or incapable of aging past a certain point and she doesn’t really want to put it to the test out of fear that she’ll die before she wants to. To combat this fear she partakes in the darker side of magic and every decade or so she sacrifices a few people to keep herself looking young and adding years to her life. In all reality she can manipulate her body to look however she wants, but she cannot transfer herself into a new one. Stasia is immortal but will age and can still be killed much easier than other Ascians. She is though able to travel between reflections without having to switch to a whole new body unlike her counter parts, a big reason as to why her father was very adament to strengthening her power before she was even double digits in age.

🖊 In og verse Carly is about late 30′s to early 40′s when she finally kills her mother, however FF!Carly is about 15 when she commits matricide and runs away. However, given the ages of when this even occured there is a distinct difference in just how these acts looked. In the og it was much slower, much more tortureous, and you can tell she made that woman suffer every second of it, in FF it was a much more impulsive looking kill despite the planning she put into it. The dancer blades helped in making the cuts clean, but there was much more blood and a very hasty clean up/presentation of the body for others to find.

🖊 FF!Carly is a few years older than Zenos but looks younger due to the fact that she took up Stasia’s offer to give a little extra life. This is something that does surprise those that find out as many like to assume she’s younger than Zenos by about 5 years when its the oppisite.

🖊 In the same vein as OG!Carly in that almost everyone is Jack, FF!Carly gives everyone a nickname and the farther it is from your actual name the less respect she has for you. The current list is as follows:

Thancred - Boy Toy

Urianger - Shade

Y’shtola - Miss Sassy

Alisaie - Sassy Jr.

Alphinaud - Not Sassy Jr or Shortie

Estinien - Scowly or Dragon Boy (Toy)

G’raha - Crystalline or Fluffy

Emet-Selch - Emmie

Tataru - Who? and then Secretary

#stasia e. oc #carly oc #x3: how to rule an empire #carly chara ask #stasia chara ask

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