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btw this is the longest one of my smosh hyperfixation phases has been in a LONG time, like since i first got into smosh games and i was fully hooked for a long while starting in 2013. to contrast the past few years i would get back into smosh content but the hyperfixation would fizzle out after a month or two each time. but this one has lasted Intensely for 5 months and has no signs of stopping (esp considering the Anthony deal LMFAO like i am ofc INVESTED.) ig it just speaks to how good their content has been lately even before anthony officially rejoined :P
#cuz like before i remember actively getting bored with a lot of the content (sg uploads especially) in late 2019 through early 2022#so a lot of the recent hyperfixation phases were fueled more by revisiting their older content. and well that only sustains itself for so#long lol#but when i started getting back Into it in feb of this year i was pleasantly surprised by the quality of their recent stuff!!!#SORRY I MISREMEMBERED. late 2019 was actually good and that was my 2nd most recent months-long smosh hyperfixation. the quality#understandably dropped in 2020. but 2019 sg uploads were still….. oof.#anyway this has gotten ahead of me. the moral of the story is Dont do parasocial kids!!!!#op
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Hey there sorry to bother, but I’m very interested in traditional Palestinian tattoos but I can’t find any good sources or information on them. Do you have any recommendations? Thanks so much in advance ! I’m Palestinian, but was raised so distantly from our culture I’m hungry for more if you know what I mean ♥️🇵🇸
Not a bother!
I will be honest, there really aren't many resources online that go into detail about them. A lot of information about them just hasn't been recorded and they've faded away, as older generations of Palestinians die, their tattoos and their meanings have gone with them. A lot of the Palestinians still wearing these tattoos are older Bedouin women.
I uploaded this post a few years ago with some illustrations and I answered an ask about it with some links and discussed traditional tattooing practices in West Asia between Arabs, Kurds, Assyrians, and Yazidis (there are some overlapping symbols and meanings with the tattooing throughout the region). Tattooing in Palestine is hard to document because we've been forcefully exiled all over the world. A lot of Palestinian traditions, including tattooing, were uprooted with the destruction of Palestinian society during the Nakba. There are a few different terms for it, depending on what language or what dialect of Arabic you speak, but dag/deq/dakk/daqyit are all ones I've seen used.
I also have to say that many of the meanings within the tattoos were discussed either only between the tattooer and the client or were based on one's own community or tribe. Just for example: Some tattoos or combinations of markings can distinguish a person's tribe (this is something more common for tattooed Bedouin women) or village or it could be for health, protective, religious, or cosmetic reasons. My Great-Grandmother had them for cosmetic reasons, it was just something they did in her village according to my father - sometimes tattooing is regarded to be like jewelry.
The tattooing itself would be done with a needle and the ink would be made of ink or smoke residue (sometimes breastmilk was included) and then punctured into the skin. The few articles or books I've seen it referenced in have made note that the tattooers were usually Domari artisans.
He's in the second link but I will always highlight @siinlayth 's work on cataloging tattoos in West Asia, he's a bedouin artist and has spent lots of time putting this carrd together if you'd like to browse: https://southwestasiantattoos.carrd.co/#gallery
I'll just include some more images here:
{I haven't posted about traditional tattooing in a while (none of this is directed at you butchorc) but the last time I uploaded stuff about tattooing in Palestine on my blog, I had people (who were not Palestinian in the slightest) reblogging it with tags saying it was for DND inspiration and putting information about our tattooing practices on their DND blogs for "character reference" - do not do this. Please treat our customs respectfully, this is a dying practice that we are trying to preserve- I will block anyone I see doing this.}
I hope this was at least a good starting point! I hope things go well for you and you can learn more about your culture, best wishes!
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⟡ warnings ; profanity, mentions of blood (this is a vampire au), some NON DETAILED mentions of violence, food mentioned, death.
⟡ pairings ; yang jungwon x fem. reader
⟡ genre ; vampire au, fake dating and attempted slowburn, slight royalty? PLOT TWIST BUT NOT THAT WELL WRITTEN
⟡ wordcount ; 12652 words
⟡ summary ; You are the most wanted half-blood. Your mother, however against her will, was smitten by a mere mortal, condemning herself and your future. And she conveniently forgot to mention that she is a vampire. Yang Jungwon, son of one of the most famous vampire royals, has to date you in order to see a brighter future. An unexpected journey full of twists and turns.
⟡ note ; hi guys. i have not uploaded a single work of mine because motivation is going 📉📉 rn 💀 so uh yeah this will probably be my last work. i may upload, but of my own will ^^ also I had to rush this really bad so im sorry if it doesn’t seem too good. I may release a sequel!! Not right now though. SONG MADE BY ME. DON'T STEAL.
THIS IS A PART OF THE RED MOON COLLAB WITH @liliansun AND @twilightau ‼️
“It’s a beautiful day, nonetheless,” your best friend, Danielle Marsh, comments.
“Doesn’t mean I have to be all shimmy-shimmy-aah, Dani.” You reply, laughing. Danielle giggles, punching you playfully.
You and Danielle have been the best of friends since even before you could speak. At that age, of course, it was mainly slapping each other and pulling one another’s hair, but you still considered it a holy friendship at the time. Your mum, Aurelia, and Danielle’s mother, Mrs. Marsh, were the best of friends. They had their own secrets, some of them they did not (and still don’t) trust the two of you with, and those secrets brought them together.
Today is the day before your birthday, and the day after Danielle’s. It’s currently the 30th of March, 11 AM, and the two of you are attempting to pass the time.
“Should we just have a picnic?” You ask Dani, to which she nods enthusiastically. “Totally! Let’s go make some food.”
“Dibs on making lemon crinkle cookies!” You shout, running into the kitchen. You accidentally bump into your cat, Mitch. She’s the most beautiful calico cat you’ve ever seen, and you’ve always found it extremely hard to believe that someone would let Mitch out of their sight and allow her to be lost. You adopted her off the street.
She purrs, rubbing her neck against your leg. You smile and kiss her head, exactly the place where she hates being kissed, and run off into the kitchen, Danielle following suit. She stopped on her way to lift your cat and give her a hug, and grabbed her car keys. “I’m gonna go get stuff for the cookies, and let’s make some nachos. I’ll buy stuff for pink lemonade too. Text me if you need anything, get started with the nachos. Home baked, right?”
“Yeah, always. You’re getting the salsa ingredients too, right? We don’t have ketchup.”
“Yep. I’ll send you a list of what I’m buying before I check out. Reply fast or I will not give a flying shit, I tell you.”
You roll your eyes, laughing. “Yeah, mom, bye!”
“I’M A DAY OLDER THAN YOU!” Dani yelled, slamming the door behind her.
You and Dani live together, just down the lane from both your family homes. Dani is 19 as of yesterday, and you turn 19 in a few hours. Funny how Mum thought I’d barely be old enough to drive, but now I have my driver’s license too, you think to yourself.
Your mother isn’t one for the history books in your opinion. She’s your average mother. She always tells you that she’s from Canada, and your father’s from South Korea. You’ve never met your father. He died when your mother was 7 months along. She does have a picture of him though.
You’re constantly surprised by how similar you and your father look. Same eyes, but not eye color, same nose, same smile. Same figure, and same accent, allegedly. Your mother is an extremely kind person, and was heartbroken when your father passed away.
Your grandmother, who you’ve not been able to meet, always writes to you on a monthly basis. She’s the sweetest person you’ve ever known, aside from your mother. Dani is on very good terms with your family too, so it’s all one huge party. She’s not really close to your younger sister, Lily, who's adopted, but they do talk often.
After Danielle returns, you and Danielle get started on making a mess. The doorbell rings, and you run to answer it, a water-stained apron arming you from whoever is on the other side of the door.
“Hello, are you Y/N?” A masculine voice asks, and you find a face to the voice when you look up from the ground.
“…who are you?”
“Oh, I should probably introduce myself. I’m Park Sunghoon, ambassador to the Maledictus ruler.”
“I’m sorry, what?” You snicker, trying to cover it up, taking off the apron and dumping it on the couch nearby, “Is this some elaborate scheme? Because you’re failing miserably at trying to convince me.”
“Um, lady, no. Are you Y/N?”
“And if I am?”
The Sunghoon in question sighs and presses a finger to his temple, as if this conversation is giving him a headache. “Y/N, who is it?” Danielle shouts, and you facepalm.
You just HAD to shout my name, didn’t you?
“Alright then. Please come with me with no resistance, unless you particularly wish to be unconscious.”
“Danielle!” You yell, but your voice is muffled by your cat jumping on you, smacking you right in the mouth. “Oh, for fuck's sake.” Sunghoon sighs, dragging you and Mitch into a limousine.
Limousine? Okay, rich.
“DANIELLE!” You yell. Deciding self-defense is your only resort, you bite him on the wrist, Mitch just purring in approval.
“JEEZ, LADY, I CAN'T RESIST EVERYTHING?” Sunghoon half-yells, half-asks, groaning in pain but still reluctant to let go.
Mom, I'm sorry but I may go to prison for this.
Anyone watching would think you're showing a sudden display of affection to your alleged kidnapper. You aggressively hug him, his face turning red.
“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?” Sunghoon manages, extremely confused and amused.
Danielle runs, a bowl of salsa in one hand. Seeing you strangle (or attempt to) him, she lets out a war cry, the neighbor staring.
“AYYY!” She yells, the bowl rising in her hand.
You immediately know what she's going to do, and you both are so going to regret it.
She whacks him face-on with the salsa!
Mitch shrieks happily and jumps in the limousine.
“I don't fucking get paid enough for this. Get. In. Please.” Sunghoon positively begs at this point, looking close to tears.
Out of the kindness of your hearts, you both take a seat.
Only when Sunghoon climbs in and mumbles, “Salsa was very good, if I do say so myself,” do you realize that you have a terrible sense of danger and security.
“Aww! Why, thank you!” Danielle smiles, and Mitch purrs.
“Danielle, sweetie, no big deal, but we're probably going to get killed.”
“As long as it's with you. We lived a long life.”
“You guys talk too much.” Sunghoon says, as the car gets darker and darker by the second. You look down to see a syringe in your arm.
“Oh, nooooooo…” a distorted voice says.
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“Y/N, you snore. Did you know that? And so does your friend here. Even your cat snores.”
You wake up to Sunghoon looking exhausted, his hand massaging his temple. Does he always do that?
“Sorry.” You say, just as Danielle and Mitch snore and purr. You offer a smile that comes out more like a grimace, and Sunghoon, if possible, looks wearier.
“No worries.” He offers a smile. “Could you wake them up, if you don't mind? We're almost here.”
You nod, not-so-eagerly, because you know Danielle is going to be pissed. She's the sort of person that hates being woken up by someone else.
You poke her warily. She responds with a snore, louder than ever, and turns over to her side. Oh, great.
You slap Danielle lightly on her cheek, to which she wakes up, gasping. “Y/N! Have you not learnt–” she begins, but stops when she realizes who she's with.
“Good morning, Ms. Danielle.” Sunghoon nods respectfully. Dani smiles.
“Wait. Wait. Why are we HERE?” You yell, everything coming back to you.
Crap, crap, crap, the lemon crinkle cookies are probably burning NOOOOO…
Priorities, man.
You come back to the limo, seeing Danielle holding Mitch out in front of her. “I'm a good girl please don't kill me I'm too young–”
“Half an hour ago, you were telling us how you and Y/N have lived a long life. Here you are, telling me you're too young to die. Make up your mind, lady.”
“Ooh, lady. Damn. I'm Danielle!” Danielle says, reaching Mitch out for a handshake.
“DANIELLE, HE'S A STRANGER. DID NO ONE TEACH YOU ABOUT STRANGER DANGER?”
“Y/N makes a valid point, Ms. Danielle. Did no one teach you anything?” Sunghoon laughs.
“Y/N, can we beat him up?”
You smile. “Thought you'd never ask.”
She grabs a rolling pan from her apron and starts whacking him. You pinch him wherever possible.
“This– Is– For– My– Fucking– Lemon– Fucking– Crinkle– Fucking– Cookies!” you say with each pinch.
“NO! THE TRAUMA! PLEASE STOP!” Sunghoon screams, and the driver from ahead says, “Please don't kill him. I have a family to feed, and I depend on him. Please.”
Both of you stop. “He pays you?”
“Yeah, he's pretty rich.”
You and Dani smirk at each other.
“You thinking what I'm thinking?”
“Definitely.” You reply.
“Maybe if you give us money–”
“Maybe if you give us info–”
“DANI NO–”
“Y/N NO–”
A pause.
“Give us a minute to reconvene and get back to you!” Danielle says.
Sunghoon nods in agreement, a tear falling from his eye.
“Danielle, what are you going to reconvene over? WE DON'T NEED MONEY, WE NEED INFORMATION?”
“But when you can get money, why not take it?”
Pause.
“Valid point. We'll ask for both.”
“Okay,” Danielle nods, and says loudly, “Sunghoon, we've reached a compromise.”
“I didn't know you were on first-name basis with your victim but okay! What do you want? Anything to make you guys shut up. Please.”
“Money,” Danielle says, “and info.” you add.
“How much? Of both?” He asks, pulling out his wallet.
“100$ for each of us. And all the info we want.”
“Good deal. Here you go. Ask away.”
“Thanks! Why are we here?”
“You'll see. Don't worry, you'll see at least two familiar faces, if not three.”
“Oh. Will we be safe?”
“You're in a limousine, I paid you to stop abusing me, and I didn't even hit your cat, not that I would, of course. What do you think?”
“Oh. Sorry,” Danielle apologizes.
“It's alright! By the way, we've reached Maledictus. Please have a look-over of your appearance.” Sunghoon announces, clambering out of the limousine.
Danielle looks down to see a flour-covered apron, which she bashfully pulls off. You give yourself a brush-off, and deem yourself neat. You ruffle Mitch, at which she shrieks and scampers over to Danielle. Dani winks at you and gathers her apron and Mitch.
“Lead the way, Sunghoon.” You say, as Dani gets out of the car.
A winding path leads to a gate, putting you in mind of Draco Malfoy's mansion from Harry Potter. The black gate does not cool your senses, and when Sunghoon identifies himself using his biometrics, a deep voice booms.
“Identify the visitors you have with you, Mr. Park.”
“Uhm, a cat, a friend, and her.”
There's an empty silence, after which the voice booms, “Biometric identity of 'her', please.”
Sunghoon gestures to you, and you walk awkwardly. He takes your hand and presses the thumb to the identifier.
“Approved. You may enter.”
Sunghoon grins lightly. “Ladies first. And cats.”
Danielle walks ahead, dropping Mitch down to follow. You walk with Sunghoon, curious to know why you are here.
“Sunghoon, am I in trouble? Will Mitch and Danielle be alright?”
“Don't worry. They're fine. Nothing's going to happen to you as long as you don't 'resist', per se.”
You nod, not entirely convinced. “No matter what you do, Ms. Danielle and your cat will be safe. I'll give you my word.”
You nod slightly, feeling better about this whole mess. “Thanks, Sunghoon.”
Sunghoon smiles, the first real smile you've seen. “I'm sorry for the hostility you encountered when you first met us by the way. And the salsa. We were trying to protect ourselves.”
“It's cool, you don't need to worry. I understand. Besides, the salsa was delicious, although it could've taken away my eyesight forever.” He laughs at that, and you take it as a sign that it really is fine. You join in.
“Ah, welcome back, Mr. Sunghoon. I see you brought her. But who is the person with her? And what is–”
An old, balding woman sees her worst nightmare rubbing her foot and purring. “IS THIS–” she begins, but stops to sneeze noisily.
“I'm sorry, miss. Didn't know you were allergic.” Danielle scoops Mitch up and walks a small distance away.
“It's alright,” the woman sniffles haughtily, “but I thought you might know, Sunghoon.”
“My bad, Mrs. Ahn, I wasn't aware you would be here to welcome us. I thought it'd be Mr. Ahn.”
To give you slight context, Sunghoon whispers, “Mr. Ahn loves animals, but his wife is allergic to almost all of them. That's why he's been unable to have a pet, and jumps at the opportunity to take care of one.”
“Yes, I am only alright with bats. Good reason for that, too. However, my husband has been working a lot and is having his midday snack, so I thought to cover up for him. He'll meet you in the Hub.” Mrs. Ahn says, smiling tenderly.
It has always amazed you how people change with just a smile. But no one shares that amazement, so you can't really say anything about it, for fear of being laughed at and, or, killed!
“Thank you, Mrs. Ahn. If you'll excuse us, I'll take them to meet him now.”
Mrs. Ahn nods, moving out of the way, waving as you pass, sneezing as Mitch scampers forward to meet you. Picking her up, you peck her and squish her.
“You really love your cat, huh?” Sunghoon laughs, poking Mitch playfully. You swear you see Mitch roll her eyes, and you nod eagerly.
“I mean, who wouldn't? Want to know the story behind how she became my pet?”
“Totally, after this meeting though. Sort of important. For me and you. So. Yeah.”
Oh, right.
“No worries.”
You hum, as Danielle catches up with you guys. “This is why I hate quick paced walkers.” She mumbles, out of breath. You and Sunghoon laugh.
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After what seems like eternal walking, and around five flights of stairs, Sunghoon finally says, “We're here!”
“How are you still so loud?” You and Danielle groan, and Mitch purrs. “You too, Mitch. You literally rode my back.” Danielle sighs.
“Y/N, you are one untrained half-blood.” Sunghoon mumbles, just enough for you to catch it.
“One untrained WHAT?” You shout, the breath returning to your lungs and voice regifted to your throat.
“Fuck. You'll see!” Sunghoon runs, gesturing to the two of you to follow.
“Danielle, DID YOU FUCKING HEAR THAT?”
Danielle nods. “Unfortunately, if we're being realistic, we can't exactly find out. But because I'm your best friend, I'll panic with you. AN UNTRAINED WHAT? IS THIS HARRY POTTER?”
“You know, my mother never talks about her family. Kind of suspicious if you ask me. I haven't even seen my grandmother. I know that they're from Canada, but I don't know any more.”
“Well, I guess we're about to find out.” Danielle says, looking at the magnificent doors swinging open.
“MRAWW!” Mitch shrieks through the utter silence as she spots a familiar face. She scurries across the room to where a woman is standing, looking extremely anxious. A crown rests on her face solemnly, sparkling in the golden light exuded by the chandelier.
“MOM?”
This is when everything keeping you sane shrivels up and dies.
“MS. CAMPBELL??” Danielle yells, and the two of you run to meet her, not realizing that there's a throne next to where she's standing. “Mother dearest, would you care to explain?” You confront her, extremely concerned.
“Hi, darling. I'm sorry it had to be this way. But it did. So. Hi. Uhm. Your grandmother's here! And so is –”
Before you can hear who else you were supposed to know, your grandmother squeezes you into a tight hug. “My darling Y/N!”
“Gran! I've never met you, have I?”
Wow, what a greeting. Way to go. So proud. Such etiquette.
“Now, that's no way to greet your grandmother, is it? But yes, you've only seen me when you were an itty-bitty baby. How adorable you were and still are.”
“Thanks, Gran. Would you at least be so kind as to tell me what's going on?”
“You'll see soon enough. Take a place. Dani! I've heard a lot about you. Stand next to Y/N. Grab Mitch too.”
You two obey, and Mitch settles in Danielle's arms.
“The accused may step forward.” A deep voice booms, not unlike the one you heard at the gate earlier.
HUH? ACCUSED?????
Your mother and grandmother step forward.
“You have been summoned to The Court of Maledictus to present your defense as to why the vampire world has not been made aware of the presence of one of the most powerful and popular half-blood in existence,” an extremely bald man began (why is everyone bald?), pausing to hear Sunghoon whisper in his ear. “I am also made to learn that there's a mortal present amongst us?”
“Yes, Slav, but she can be trusted.” Your mother insists, and Slav sighs.
“So be it. May the half-blood be made to stand in front of the Court?”
You walk after receiving a nudge from your Gran. Sunghoon inclines his head to where you are supposed to stand, and you walk, your head looking straight ahead.
“Ms. Y/N Jae-hyun Campbell, daughter of the late Mr. Lee Jae-hyun and Mrs. Adrina Cassius, are you aware that Adrina Cassius, known in the mortal world as Amber Cassius, is a vampire?”
One beat.
Two beats.
“You are absolutely, positively, most DEFINITELY joking.”
Adrina grimly smiles at Slav, who rolls his eyes.
“Adrina, you are telling the Court that you're own child, the most powerful half-blood in all of history, doesn't know her own family?” A man, looking no older than 50, looks down at you scrutinizingly. He wears a magnificent crown worthy of a king atop his head, where locks of grayish-brown hair flow down till where his shoulders meet his neck. Dressed in robes of elegant black, he looks ready to perform wizarding nonsense.
“Unfortunately, Yang Jae-hwan, she doesn't. You don't hold any rights over that decision either.” Your mother says, evidently annoyed.
“Anyways,” Slav clears his throat, “Adrina Cassius married a mortal, Lee Jae-hyun, for the reasons she prefers to call love. She gave birth to Y/N Jae-hyun Campbell, whose real name is Y/N Jae-hyun Cassius.
“We are here for the 'grand reveal' of Ms. Y/N, and His Majesty Yang Jae-hwan's verdict on how best to train the half-blood, and how to protect her. We are also here to listen to the defense of the Cassius family.”
“Hello all, I am Wilhelmina Cassius, wife of Athan Cassius,” – a collective gasp rings throughout the Court – “and I will present the defense.
“We have none. Why do we defend our choices? Yes, the choices in question may threaten the very existence of mortality, but they didn't! She's of age in a few hours, and we were going to present a diary written by all the reigning royalty of our family, including how to adjust to being a half-blood by our ancestor, Lilith Cassius.
“However, due to… present circumstances, we are unable to. I find this to be a valid enough defense. I am the reigning queen due to my daughter stepping down, which I fully support, by the way, and I have been handling things just fine. I don't seem to find a valid reason for this whole fiasco.”
“The Queen of Colonia, present day Canada, has made the defense. What does the King reply to this?”
“You're right, Wilhelmina, you do make a valid point. But what if her powers got out before she came of age? What then? What if mortals were harmed? This is the first half-blood I've seen that's not out of control. Precautions have to be taken, Wilhelmina.”
“Jae-hwan, you wanted Y/N's power for yourself and under control, didn't you? We can be honest, this is a safe space!”
“Wilhelmina, let's stay civil. I do care about power, but I would not take Y/N's power. Ever. My son is equally powerful. In fact, I'm surprised Y/N didn't–”
“Enough. Can we get the verdict?”
“Yes, Slav, if you please.”
“By the Court's discretion, the verdict remains not against, but with the Cassius family. However, a few conditions will be discussed, and now that Yang Jung-won, son of Yang Jae-hwan, succeeded in getting Ms. Cassius here, he has succeeded in placing his claim to the throne and will be the next emperor.”
Yang Jungwon? Didn't Sunghoon drag us here?
“The Court is dismissed. The Cassius family and their acquanitance have been requested to stay back for a meal. Thank you.”
How was that a proper court verdict? This is the weirdest day of my life. Couldn't get weirder.
“Y/N, WHAT THE FU- HECK WAS THAT?” Danielle screams in your ears, Mitch shrieking as usual with equal passion.
“Danielle, I wish I knew. I'm as confused as you are, honey.”
“Kids, we need to go to the official dining hall. Follow me.” Your mother says, flying away as a bat.
Wait, flying? The day got weirder.
Danielle gapes, but follows. You follow suit. What is happening?
All around, life seems to be going on as usual in the Palace of Maledictus. You feel like you're the only ones out of order. Mitch bounds after your bat-mom and Dani and you walk slowly behind.
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After what seems like a lot of walking and exercise again, you and Danielle finally reach the hall.
It's not a hall. It's a huge ballroom. A very long dining table stretches from one end of the room to the other, a regal tablecloth spread out on it. The chairs look like thrones themselves, and there are at least 32 chairs in total. Approximately. The hall has a lot of chandeliers looking down at the people vainly.
“Please, ma'am, have a seat,” a waiter gestures to a chair next to your mother, while another waiter takes charge of Danielle's seating. The two of you sit together, your mother to your left and your Gran on Danielle's right.
A delicious-looking feast has been set out, and you see your mother wolfing down chicken. Taking 'inspiration', the whole table begins digging in happily.
“I propose our kids to date, Adrina.”
The table goes crazy. Wilhelmina chokes on wine, Danielle spits chicken on her plate, Adrina has a coughing fit, and your jaw drops. The king's heir, Yang Jung-won, blinks rapidly, and Sunghoon falls out of his seat.
“I – (cough) – beg your – (cough) – pardon?” Adrina says, trying to pull herself together. “They can fake date. Beneifical for both families, and we can have an alliance if all goes well. If it doesn't, we'll see. If they don't – what is the term? – fall in love with each other, then there's no alliance and we go back to our lives. If there's no alliance, maybe Jungwon can take over your territory once the inevitable happens.”
Inevitable being your grandmother dying, you know. The horrible tradition in your family states that the ruler who marries a mortal will be removed from the line of ruling, and only their child – a half-blood – after they come of age will be allowed to rule. So, after your Gran, only you can rule.
“Is that a threat, Jaehwan?”
“No, merely a caution, my dear Adrina.”
“Mom,” you whisper. “Mom, it's fine. We can try it. Don't worry. Ask him if we can think and discuss about this for five minutes.”
“Jaehwan, we'll discuss this for five minutes. We can't take such a rash decision instantly. Give us time and we'll tell you after discussing it after the meal.”
Jaehwan agrees, and so the meal goes on, and afterwards, the hall goes silent.
Gran and your mother whisper quietly, you and Danielle not the only ones trying to catch snippets of their conversation. Jaehwan and Sunghoon crane their necks to eavesdrop, while Jungwon seems to be the only calm one.
“Y/N, are you really alright with this?” Adrina asks, and Wilhelmina whisper-shouts, “How is that even an option? Adrina!” “Mother, I'm trying to secure my daughter's future, and her sister's. Her sister is a mortal and isn't of age yet. She can't be told. I'm sorry, mother.”
“Gran, I'll be fine. He won't torture me. Mom, I'm prepared.”
Wilhelmina and Danielle, although very silent, don't look too happy. “Jaehwan, let it be written that Jungwon and Y/N have begun dating on the 31st of March. On the 30th of June, we will see how the relationship is going and decide whether to form an alliance or not.”
Jaehwan beams, clapping. “Jungwon, you'll be moving to Y/N's city, and your friends may move too, if you like. I hope to see a good alliance.”
Jungwon makes eye contact with you, smiles ever-so-slightly. “Alright, father.”
It isn’t possible to fall in love in just three months. This is not going to be really good.
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Your grandmother is positively pissed about the arrangement, but she doesn't exactly have a say due to the fact that it will be beneficial to her rule. And her future generations. So she
has no option but to go with it.
Danielle has been forcing you to tell her everything he does for the past hour. The two of you are staying awake till midnight to celebrate your birthday.
“Y/N, if I find a single red flag, I will make you dump that son of a vampire.”
“Hey, don't call him that. I'm the daughter of a vampire.”
“Still can't get over that, but sure. He's a terrible person.”
“Breathe, Dan. Let's not judge a book by its cover.”
“Yeah.”
The two of you are staying at the palace, and all you can think about is:
My poor lemon crinkle cookies. They have done nothing to deserve this.
“Anyways, fifteen minutes left!” Danielle says, sensing the annoyance practically radiating from you. She rolls up a lettuce to make a makeshift mic, its edges tearing up slightly.
“What do you think, Ms. Cassius, the soon-to-be 19 year old?”
“Comment denied!” You smile, pushing the lettuce-mic away. Danielle pouts jokingly, eating the mic.
You guys have brought up a mini-picnic from the kitchen to enjoy by yourselves in your room. Your mother is sleeping in the room across, and your Gran is asleep in the next room, on your right.
Taking a bite of the lemon tart the two of you stole, you think about the day's events. Damn, that was a weird day. But the ending seems good!
The two of you pass your time, talking about the university you go to, Zephyr University. Gossiping about the most recent breakups in your friend group, you don't realize how fast the time flew until Danielle checks her phone.
“SHIT, IT'S 11:56!” Danielle shouts, making you jump. “Bro, breathe, we have four minutes,” you say, laughing at Dan's expression.
“How are you so calm? Dude. You're – what did they say? – ah, coming of age in the next… three minutes!”
“I wasn't born exactly at 12 AM on the 31st of March, you know?”
“Yeah, but we don't talk about that!”
You grin, helping yourself to a chocolate.
“OKAY, 30, 29, 28, 27, 26, 25, 24, 23, 22, 21, 19, 18, 17, 16, 15, 14, 13, 12, 11, 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1! HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N!”
“THANK YOU DANIELLE!” You yell with equal energy, jumping up and down with Danielle.
The door creaks.
A hiss is heard.
You and Danielle stop celebrating.
The creaking stops.
“Danielle?”
“Y/N?”
The two of you look at each other, and scream.
And then, someone places what looks like blood next to you. What seems like a sinister voice says, “Happy birthday, Y/N. Hope you get along with good blood.”
That doesn't even make sense.
You shriek anyway. Getting up, both you and Danielle punch, kick and pinch whatever part of the person you two can.
“ARGH! WAIT! HEAR ME OUT! SWITCH ON THE FUCKING LIGHT!”
You continue without a care, but Danielle does so. The two of you have been sitting in the light of a single candle, so it is sort of understandable why you can't see who the creep is.
The light flicks on to reveal Yang Jungwon.
Oh, fuck.
“Dude, you have good self-defense, but like, why?”
“But why would you come here?” Danielle asks, in shock. “You see, Ms. Danielle, I believed that as her fake boyfriend, I should probably wish her a happy birthday. Did not expect this to happen, although Sunghoon told me what you guys did to him. He is apparently very scarred.”
You smirk at the memory, catching Danielle's eye. Jungwon narrows his eyes, still very curious and concerned, but shakes it off.
“Thanks for the thought of it, Jungwon. What flavor is the cake? It looks a lot like blood.”
“That's because it is!”
One beat. Two beats.
Danielle gags, getting as far away as possible from the cake. “Jungwon, what the fuck?”
You don't even know him but you're already worried.
“I'm joking… Ms. Danielle, don't worry. It's just red velvet with some extremely bright red frosting.”
“Oh,” Danielle murmurs, walking slowly. “Want me to test it out or something?”
“Nope, I'll do it myself, Jungwon.” You say, grabbing a wine glass and scooping the cake in it. Taking a spoon, you gingerly take a small bite, ready to vomit if necessary. To your surprise, it tastes delicious.
“... Maybe it isn't all that bad. It doesn't taste like blood, approved by me.”
Jungwon lets out a breath he didn't even know he was holding, and Danielle promptly eats the cake from your wine glass. “Ifs akshooli weawy goof,” she says, nodding in approval.
“It's actually really good,” you translate for Jungwon. “Thanks, I baked it myself!”
“WOAH, REALLY?” Danielle exclaims, eyes as wide as plates. Quietly, she whispers to you, “Y/N, maybe he isn't as bad as I thought,” and you smile.
“Anyways, I'll let you guys sleep. We're going to Zephyr Uni in the morning, around 10. I'm transferring universities, so I'll be taking finals at your university. Continuing classes there, too. See you at breakfast,” Jungwon salutes a goodbye and shuts the door behind him.
“Well, that was… interesting. He's nice though. He thought of you!”
“Yeah, more like he wants the alliance.” You say quietly, confused. Is what I'm saying true?
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At breakfast, you, Dani, Sunghoon, Jungwon and his friends sit together. The five of Jungwon's friends know about the arrangement, so nothing's extremely awkward.
“Guys, this is Y/N Cassius, and her friend, Danielle Marsh, a mortal. And Mitch, their cat.” Sunghoon introduces while Jungwon goes to fetch juice for the table.
“Hey!” You and Dani chorus, taking a seat in between Sunghoon and Jungwon. “I'm Lee Heeseung, the oldest here. I'll let the others introduce themselves. It's nice to meet you!”
“I'm Park Jeongseong, but you can call me Jay!”
“I'm Sim Jaeyun, but you can call me Jake!”
“I'm Kim Sunoo!”
“And I'm Riki, Nishimura Riki.”
You and Dani nod to each of them respectfully, and smile. “We hope we all get along well, hopefully.” Dani says, grinning and lifting her fork.
Once Jungwon is back, he takes a seat next to you, smiling. He offers juice to everyone, taking care to not spill even a bit. He's sort of cute. Maybe he's nice after all.
Your thoughts are immediately proven wrong.
“Oops!”
Jungwon smirks evilly as a stain of orange juice spreads on your white shirt, and you gasp as you feel the chill of the juice.
“JUNGWON!” Heeseung scolds, running to get baking soda from the kitchen. Sunghoon presses his temple, sighing with fury. You just sit there, mouth ajar. “Y/N, just stay here, I'll get you another shirt. Heeseung can remove the stain when you change shirts.” Danielle says, and runs off to your mother, who hopefully has a change of clothes.
Sunghoon turns to Jungwon. “Jungwon. Apologize. You're supposed to be mature, especially to your fake girlfriend. Why did you do this?”
“It was an accident. Sorry, Y/N!” He apologizes happily, as if no one knows that he did it on purpose. “Totally, Jungwon! It's completely alright!” You say sarcastically, seeing Danielle return with a white button-up crop top.
Luckily your mother had packed up whatever clothes you and Dani left behind at her home, because you two had zero time to pack.
Mom, thanks.
Heeseung returns too, so you go to the ladies' room to change your shirt. You exit the restroom to see Jungwon standing outside, holding the baking soda. “You forgot this,” he says, picking his nails.
“Oh, thanks.” You say, taking it from him and re-entering the room to use the sink. From outside, he says as loud as possible, “I really am very sorry, I didn't mean to cause a change in the mood. Like, really. I'm not mean, I promise. I'll be thoughtful from now on when I think of jokes.”
You listen silently, scrubbing the shirt. Seeing the stain disappear, you exit, stopping in front of Jungwon. “Don't worry. I was just really upset because it's my birthday, you know. Wanted the day to go perfect.”
“Oh, I'm sorry.” “You don't need to apologize, it's fine! Let's forget it and look ahead!” You smile, and Jungwon returns it, his face cheering up.
The two of you walk back to the table, and on the way, you ask a member of staff for a bag to keep the wet shirt in. The lights suddenly dim, and your eyesight takes a bit to adjust. “Need help?” Jungwon offers, taking your hand gently. He leads you back to the table as you try to spot your mother, who was supposed to be here.
Your senses haven't fully developed due to the lack of training as a young child, and so you can't really make out much. “I'll help you train, by the way, whenever we're free. We'll discuss a set time later.” Jungwon says, reading your mind.
You thank him, and finally reach the table. Ignoring the slight tingles in your fingers, you let go of his hand, and the table brightens up.
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY..”
You gasp as nineteen candles light up and the whole table sings for you. The staff clap as well, and you smile, the brightest in the room.
“Thank you all so much!” You exclaim in joy after the song is over. “Make a wish, Y/N,” Dani says, and you do so, blowing the candles.
“What'd you wish for?” Jungwon asks you curiously, as you cut the cake to give everyone.
“If I tell you, it would not come true. So no thanks.” You say, busy cutting the cake proportionately. He pouts, and cringes immediately after. “Shit, remind me to never do that again.” You laugh and nod.
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On the journey back home, the University students sit in one vehicle, and your mother sits in another. Gran left for Canada immediately after breakfast, and Jungwon's father and the rest's parents stayed back in Maledictus.
You sit next to Dani and Sunghoon, and you tell Hoon the story of how Mitch became your pet as he listens attentively, with Dani adding her own comments in between.
“So yeah, Mitch decided to stay with us! We officially adopted her, like, 10 months ago.”
Sunghoon smiles, ruffling Mitch's fur, while she claws at his hand, irritated. The journey worth 90 minutes passes by quickly, and the driver pulls up to the driveway of your home. Your mother's car follows, and the drivers stop for a meal.
You quickly whip up some spaghetti and sandwiches, and Danielle attempts to repair the damage in your kitchen. Sunghoon makes some lemonade, and gives the drivers their meal. They wave and drive off to Maledictus.
“Shit, the kitchen is such a mess.” Danielle says, opening the oven door to find burnt cookies and an extremely nauseating smell.
“What happened here?” Your mother asks, entering the kitchen.
“Mother, we were trying to enjoy our last few days of break before school, but dear Sunghoon over here decided to drag us to Maledictus!”
Sunghoon winces, wiping the inside of the oven clean. The rest are sorting through the bags in the living room. Dani is currently sifting through the food in the fridge, trying to throw out the rotten food. Surprisingly, even after just one day of absence, at least a quarter of the food (healthy stuff) had gone bad.
You hate wasting food and Danielle knows it. So she does it herself. She dumps the food in the separate trash can, cringing.
After about half an hour of cleaning, the three of you manage to clean up the mess in the kitchen. The rest of Jungwon's friends successfully sort through their bags and make sure the right stuff is in the right bag. Your mother has already returned home, but you see a notification from your mother.
Mom ♡ : If you need anything, message me or call.
You : thanks mother!!
After sending a reply, you settle down on the rug in the living room, while Danielle gets chairs for the rest. “We're leaving for the dorms tomorrow, do you guys have everything set?” You ask the boys, who nod. “Only Riki is your age. He's majoring in dance. I'm majoring in journalism.” Sunghoon says, and Riki grins, saluting.
“What do you major in, guys?” Dani asks, sitting next to you. “I major in humanities, finishing my degree this year,” Heeseung says.
“I major in the visual arts,” Jay says. “I major in astrophysics.” Jake smiles.
“I major in the visual arts, like Jay.” Sunoo says, smiling brightly. “And I major in music, focusing on composition and therapy.” Jungwon says, and you gasp. “Same!”
“Oh, damn, nice. We'll see each other in class then!” Jungwon replies.
“What about you, Danielle?” Sunoo asks.
“Film studies!” Danielle says enthusiastically. “Thought so,” Jungwon says, nodding.
“What do you mean?” “You seem like the type to be really happy in the studies of media. Just the, uh, vibe with a capital V.”
Everyone agrees, and Danielle flushes. “Aw, thanks guys. Means a lot.”
You pat her on the back and Danielle holds your hand. I would never trade this for anything.
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SHIT WE'RE LATE.
The first thought you have when you wake up. Delightful.
Why is everything shaking?
The second thought. How very wonderful. You then realize that your bed is shaking. “Y/N, WAKE UP.”
Jungwon's voice yells, and water splashes on your face. “Sorry, Y/N,” Sunghoon says. You blink rapidly and see Danielle assembling an outfit for you.
Only then does everything process.
SHIT I'M WEARING SHORTS AND A SHIRT?? I LOOK LIKE CRAP.
You jump into the shower, practically flying. Jungwon and Sunghoon catch each other's eyes and try not to laugh.
“Welcome to our household,” Danielle says, holding a pile of clothes and dumping them on your bed. Sunghoon offers to take Y/N's suitcases down, and Danielle gladly accepts.
“Jungwon, she'll ask for her clothes. Just hand that whole pile over, but DO NOT. I REPEAT. DO NOT. LOOK AT HER. YOU'LL FIND YOURSELF SIX FEET UNDER. YOU UNDERSTAND ME?” Dani says, shaking him aggressively by the shoulders. You sigh in the shower.
Dearest Danielle.
“BREATHE, DANIELLE, I THINK HE KNOWS,” you yell as loud as you can.
Immediately after the shower switches off, you bang the bathroom door and stretch a hand out for your clothes. Jungwon obediently hands them over.
Getting dressed in a hurry, you tie your hair up in a bun. “Let's go!” You exclaim, dragging Jungwon by the hand downstairs.
“Everyone finished their breakfasts, by the way.” He says casually, and you facepalm.
“Shit, I'm so sorry.” “It's okay, breathe. You can have it on the way there.”
“We're going on public transport, I'll just pack it and take it there. Are the groceries packed?”
He nods, and Danielle stops you on the landing. “Here's your breakfast. Eat it in the dorm. Let's go.”
The nine of you rush to the bus stop, just in time for the bus to arrive. “Zephyr Stop, please. Nine of us.” The conductor nods, and you pay.
Online payment for the win!
Upon reaching the bus stop, all of you get down, and you and Dani wave to the conductor. She waves and smiles.
“We'll show you to your dorms. All genders in one huge building, but different wings. Females on the left, males on the right, and non-binary people depends on their preferences or identification. Not really sure.” Danielle says.
The seven boys nod, lugging their bags with them. “The dormitories have a mini-kitchen, explaining the groceries we have. Depending on how many people you have in your room, you have bunk beds and one extra bed. One attached bathroom for everyone, and a study table for each person. There's a couch and a TV, and the Wi-Fi password will be shared to you by a residential counselor,” you explain, walking slowly.
“Since today's a Sunday, we can meet up freely. When actual classes begin, we'll have to stay in our own block. But we can meet at the shops on campus.
“We have a café, restaurant, medical store, a few medical staff, grocery stores, and thrift stores run by the marketing and fashion students. We have a few sports fields, a garden, recording studios, a huge library, swimming pools, and just an open field. We have an amphitheater and auditorium too. ”
The boys listen attentively, and Danielle sees the check-in machine. “Hand me your IDs, I'll check you guys in.” She offers, and everyone dumps their IDs in her hand.
Checking in everyone, she hands the IDs back to everyone.
“We'll meet at the café. Can we have a group chat? I'll share the location there.” You offer, and Sunghoon nods. “I'll take your numbers and make one. Guys, go ahead.”
The rest meet with the resident counselor as you give your number to Hoon. Grabbing as many bags as you can, you take yours and Danielle's belongings and unlock your room.
I'll unpack later.
Opening your phone, you see a message.
Park Sunghoon has added you to a group chat.
Park Sunghoon has renamed the group chat to Vampires and a Mortal
Sunghoon :
hey guys. y/n will share the location here. we'll meet up there. btw, here's the room numbers and roommates.
– me and jungwon, room 112
– heeseung, jay, sunoo in room 116
– riki and jake in room 115
You :
here's the location : xtxtxtxttxxttxxt
me and danielle are in room 67
You close the chat, and help Danielle unpack her things.
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“I'm too lazy to remember everyone's orders, so go order your food yourself guys. Please.” You say, and they roll their eyes. Zephyr Café is a really calm place, the classic romanticized café.
It has a beige color palette, and the smell of baking and happiness. Students come here on casual hangouts, study dates, solo dates, dates in general. Since not all students arrived on campus, and you all were here for lunch, the café was not very crowded.
“Hey Jaemin!” You wave to the boy behind the counter, Na Jaemin. “Hey Y/N! I see you have people with you. You seem to be making friends!” He laughs, and you punch him playfully.
“Shut up. Me and Danielle have the usual, the guys will order personally.”
“Alright. Enjoy, friendless bitch.”
“SHUT UP, JAE.”
You and Jaemin have known each other since your first year at Zephyr, the both of you in the same course. You're close with his friend group too.
You did nurse a small crush on him, and sometimes still do. But it's just a crush.
After everyone receives their orders, all of you talk about everything possible. Breaking the ice is really useful, because you and Jungwon will have to pull off a fake relationship and you need to make it realistic.
“Also, Y/N, we need to talk in private. Could you guys give us a minute or a few?”
Without waiting for an answer, he pulls you over to a corner of the café. “Can we use the field for training?” He asks, and you nod. “Yeah, just let me know the times. We probably have the same schedules so yeah.” He nods, and you return to your seats.
All nine of you chatter away like old friends, talking about Spider-Man to Angelina Jolie.
After the café lunch, you guys return to your rooms, and you take a small nap. In the evening, you and Danielle meet up with a few friends.
“Yunjin! Minji! Hi!” The two of you greet your two other friends. They're roommates and are in the room opposite to you.
“Hey guys!” Minji says, hugging the two of you. Behind her, Yunjin is dragging a sack full of snacks. “Here's food. Eat whenever. You're welcome.” She says, and you hug her. Yunjin is the oldest, the same age as Heeseung, and is finishing her degree in botany this year. Minji is majoring in literature.
You’re the youngest in the four of you guys, but you hate when they baby you, so they always baby you. Just for fun.
“And how’s our baby doing?” Yunjin says, pulling your cheeks. “Stop it!” You say, pulling out of her reach. Minji laughs, and Danielle opens your fridge to keep the groceries away. “I heard you made new friends? Around, like, seven boys?”
“Yeah, don’t make it weird, please.” You tell Minji, who already looks like she’s scheming. “Mhm, sure, I would never!” You sigh. Your friends are annoying, and also annoyingly sweet, so it’s a win-win.
“Aww, does my baby have a boyfwend?” Yunjin asks, putting on a pair of glasses and smirking at you knowingly. “Maybe, but you’ll never find out who!”
“So you confirmed that you have one. We’ll find him. And when we do, he will regret it.”
“Please don’t guys, she finally got a boyfriend. Let’s not scare him away.” Danielle says, coming to the couch with packed bottles of cold coffee for Yunjin and Minji. “Did you guys have lunch yet?” She asks, and they nod. “Did you guys?” Minji asks, accepting the coffee. You nod and plop on the sofa.
Small talk continues, and they leave to unpack. “Bye guys! We need to unpack too,” you say to Danielle, shutting the door after they leave. “Yeah, let’s do it. Anyways, how did you like the questions about your ‘boyfwend’, Y/N?” Danielle giggles.
“My vampire boyfriend?” You ask, grinning. “I don’t think I would describe him in that way, but sure. He’s fake anyway. As in, our relationship is fake.”
Danielle nods, putting her clothes on hangers and placing them in her side of the wardrobe. “Danielle, you don’t want to drink, do you?” You ask, the thought suddenly occurring to you.
“Never.”
“Oh, thank god.”
You have never found the alleged temptation of drugs, alcohol and cigarettes tempting, and you hope never to. The farthest you’ll ever go, you decide, is wine or champagne, and medicinal drugs.
Hopefully you avoid the latter too.
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“Wake up, Y/N, it’s seven AM.” Danielle shouts in your ears, and you jump. “Okay, okay, breathe.” You say, gathering yourself and rubbing your eyes aggressively. “Need water?” Danielle asks, and you nod. She hands you a glass, and you dump it over your head.
“Better?”
“Yep. Are you ready?”
“As usual. We’ll leave by 7:45, so we have a lot of time for breakfast.”
You rush to get ready, and wrap a towel around your head after your shower. Pulling on a decent outfit, you stare in the mirror, satisfied. Deciding to go with a minimal makeup look, you finish it off with a brush of your brows. You’re wearing a black oversized shirt with graphics, and faded blue baggy jeans with blue Converse. Pinning your hair back, you use hair gel to make your hair less frizzy. Dabbing on some lip balm, you walk out of the door, grabbing your bags.
“Let’s go?” Danielle asks, and you nod.
Arriving at the main building, you look up to where your class is. The theory classes are in the first half of the day, and the second half goes to completing your assignments, and practical classes, if any.
You and Danielle usually drop off your bags, but you see Jungwon, Sunghoon, and the rest at the entrance, looking confused. “Oh, hey, I nearly forgot about you guys,” you say, rushing to help them out. “Media and sciences are at one place, so I’ll take Sunghoon and Jake. The arts are in another section of the building, so Y/N can take you guys there. We’re going to drop our bags off, have breakfast first, then go to class, so come with us.”
They nod, and you all run off to your classes. You drop off Riki at the dance studio in the basement, and tell him he can ask the professor if he needs anything. Waiting patiently for him to keep his bag, you check your phone. “Back, whose room are we going to next?” He pops out of the studio, and you say, “Visual arts.”
Going to the first floor after the ground floor, you take a right and go to the second classroom you see. “Here. It’s more of an art studio, not sure where they take their practicals. The professor is in, you can ask them.”
They walk out after ten minutes, and say, “They asked us to leave our bags right here, they’ll show us around later.”
You nod, and go to the next floor, allowing them to follow you. “Music composition, music therapy is the classroom on our left.” You drop your bag in the front, and Jungwon drops his bag beside you.
“Let’s go to the restaurant.”
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The day has been exhausting. You still have training to look forward to. You open the texts between you and Jungwon again.
Jungwon : we’ll meet up on the ground, i’ll be waiting at 11.
You : pm????????????
Jungwon : yeah, what else? 🙄 we’ll do sensory training today. darkness. think about it, let ur brain process.
You : 🙄 im rolling my eyes but make it in bold, italic red underline.
Jungwon : nice reference. i see you’re a woman of culture as well.
You : obviously
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“Training’s going to be interesting,” Jungwon says.
It is 11:15 PM, and you are extremely sleepy. You are in the field, near the forests that surround it. The trees block out the little light from the night sky. You grimace and say, “Sure. Can we get it over with, please?”
He shrugs, and begins. “Make out my movements. Stop me when you think you can.”
You see a blur of hands around you. Shit, he’s fast.
Finally, when you see him hesitate, you smack his hand. “Got you.”
“Good. Can be faster. Next, I want you to hold my hand with exactly my little finger. Doesn’t matter how. But little finger.”
Another blur of movements. Your eyes are adjusting, however slowly it may seem. Finally, when you think you can see his ring finger, you grab a finger.
“Good.” He says, turning on a torch. “You’re getting better. Stop me when I cross my fingers.”
And so it goes on, and on, and on, until around 11:55. “Stop me when I get too close,” he says.
Now, what is TOO CLOSE?
You stop him as soon as you feel his breath on your cheek. “This time, it seems you got me by my breath, not your eyes. Good strategy, but doesn’t work in all battles. We’ll stop here. I’ll walk you to your dorm. Is Danielle still up?”
“Nope, I asked her to sleep, not wait for me. She said she’d try, but I highly doubt she can. She falls asleep on a fixed schedule.”
Jungwon shakes his head, and you can barely make it out. The walk back is silent, only filled with the sounds of insects and animals making sounds, and the sound of your footsteps and breaths coordinating.
“See you Friday, Y/N.”
See you Friday.
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Every Monday and Friday, the same time every time, he trains you. By the third Monday, you are successfully able to identify different movements.
It’s a Wednesday, and you enter class and sit next to Jungwon, who’s passed out. It’s 8:32 AM, and the class begins at 9 AM. All around you, you hear whispers. You turn to Jaemin, who sits behind you, and ask, “What’s happening?”
“Y/N, you haven’t heard? Rumor is that you and Jungwon sneak out at midnight.” Jaemin says, cutting straight to the point.
“What? There’s more, isn’t there?”
“Yeah…” he begins. “They think you do stuff in the woods. You know, inappropriate shit. I don’t believe them, but there you go.”
You stare. “You’re kidding. They can’t possibly be that immature.”
“Actually, they are. Plus, Jungwon’s asleep, so that makes things worse. You may want to talk to him.”
“Thanks, Jaemin.”
“Also, Y/N, do you want to hang out with me after school?”
“Definitely!”
“Alright, see you at the café at 5:30?”
“See you there.”
You turn to the front, and poke Jungwon. “Jungwon, we need to talk, dude.”
“Mmf. Let me sleep, Y/N.”
“It’s serious, you dickwad.”
“Chill with the language, Y/N.” He says, sitting up straight. “What is it?” “Uhm, basically, there are rumors that we do inappropriate stuff in the woods.”
“Isn’t that technically good? Because we’re supposed to be fake dating…”
“Oh. Right. I forgot about that.”
“Speaking of which, we should probably show off right now.”
“What do you mean?”
“I can kiss you on the cheek, you know.”
“Oh…” you flush, shrugging. “Sure,”
Before you even get out the word, Jungwon pecks your cheek softly, smiling ear-to-ear. You go positively pink at the kiss, although very childish. The whispers seem to grow even louder, and Jungwon says, “Ignore them. They’re going to manipulate anything we do, so why not give them a show?”
You nod, and the professor enters, signaling an end to the whole fiasco.
You subtly open your notebook and doodle hearts everywhere.
What is happening to me?
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At lunch, when all of you meet up, Jungwon fills everyone in on what happened in class. They laugh, and Danielle and Sunghoon smirk at you. Surprisingly, you and Sunghoon are becoming fast friends, and you conveniently forget the fact that he was your attempted kidnapper.
“Anyways, how were your classes, guys?”
The chatter goes on till 2 PM, when the practicals begin. Today, you have a free class till 3 PM, after which you have a practical session in the studio to try and begin working on your final presentation. Finals begin from April 22nd, and end on May 2nd. University begins again on July 1st. It’s the 10th of April, and the frenzy is finally getting to a lot of students.
Each of you leave for your respective schedules. You hurry to the library to get started on your music therapy homework. “Hi, Y/N! Over here!” You hear Yunjin say, and the librarian aggressively shushes her. You wave excitedly and head over there, swinging your bag on the floor. “Hi Yunjin!”
“Hey kid. What’s up?”
And so you and Yunjin chat whilst doing your homework, a paper on how music is interpreted amongst teens as makeshift therapy. Yunjin is doing her botany work, a case study on different structures in various plants worth 25% of her grade. She frustratedly shakes her head, looking at her computer. “Google is so unreliable, man,” she sighs. “Need help? I probably can’t, but worth asking,” you offer. “Nope, it’s fine, thanks!” She replies, waving it off.
You narrow your eyes at her, and she grins widely. “It’s okay, don’t worry kiddo.”
You nod, still suspicious, and continue your work. Finally, at 2:50, you decide you’re satisfied with your work. You proofread it, and format it. “Yunjin, need any prints?” She shakes her head as a ‘no’, and you nod, heading over to the printer.
“Hi!” A familiar voice exclaims, and you look up from your paper to see Jaemin’s best friend, Lee Jeno. “Hi Jeno!” You reply cheerfully. He’s extremely similar to a Samoyed, with a really cute eye smile. You realize with a sudden jolt that Jungwon and Sunoo also have eye smiles.
“How’s life treating you?” He asks, stapling his papers. “Oh, interesting. What about you?”
“Fun. But since finals are near, I doubt the same spirit will last.” “Valid point.” You comment, as your prints get ready. Stapling them, you wave a goodbye. “Are you working at the café today?” You ask him, walking back to your table. “Yeah! My shift’s till 6 something.”
“I’ll see you at the café!” You smile and wave. “Bye Y/N!” “Bye Jeno!”
“Yunjin, I’ll go to the recording studio. Good luck with your assignment, okay?”
“Okay, child. Bye!”
“DON’T CALL ME THAT!”
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At the recording studio, you greet the assistant professor, the teacher who helps with practicals. “Hello, Ms. Kent! Did you have your lunch?”
“Yep! Thanks for asking, Ms. Campbell.” You internally shudder, remembering the exposed feeling going through you at the Court when they revealed your last name to be Cassius.
“I feel like this time I want to go for a backing track before I try writing the words,” you say, placing your bag next to your chair. “New method? Whatever for?”
“I don’t know, I just feel like I don’t have inspiration for lyrics. Maybe by next week.”
“You mean the seventeenth? That’s a dangerously close date, but okay. Whatever’s fine by you. We have time till 5 today, so you will definitely be able to achieve a lot.”
You smile, looking at your melody list. It’s a sheet you prepared that lists your favorite backing tracks.
“What if I—“
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After the recording studio session, you feel energized, music coursing through your veins. Ready to meet Jaemin, you go directly to the café, fifteen minutes away from the studio. Checking the time, you realize it’s 5:20 PM, ten minutes earlier than planned.
It’s fine, maybe I can get started on the lyrics. I need a melody though.
You begin pointlessly humming, trying to come up with a melody for your lyrics. “Hmm, HMM, HMMMM!”
“I’m sorry, but are you okay?” Jaemin asks, walking up to you. “The practical seems to be messing with your head, Y/N.”
“Yeah, yeah, shut up. Are you ready for it though?”
“If it’s me, you can’t really have expectations, Y/N.”
“You’re right. Point taken. How’s it going?”
“I have, like, the chorus all set, but not the backing track, the verses or the melody.”
“So basically you have nothing except some repetitive lines, or a refrain.”
“Pretty much, yeah.” He grins, ordering a coffee. “Hey Jeno.”
“Hey, Jae. Hi Y/N! I didn’t know this was what you meant by ‘see you there’. I don’t want it to be awkward or anything, but are you two on a date?”
“No!” You both chorus, panicking, and Jeno giggles. “Whatever you say.”
The two of you discuss everything about summer, waiting for your orders. “How was your birthday?” Jaemin asks, and you grin. “Oh, lovely!” You reply, recalling the weirdest day before.”
“I have a gift for you, but it’ll wait until after this hangout.”
“You LITERALLY DID NOT have to tell me, Jae. Why are you so mean?” You whine, your head in your hands. “I love annoying you, Y/N.”
“Sure you do. You are a bitch. An evil, mean, bitch.”
“Yeah, yeah, sure, kid.”
“SHUT UP!”
Conversations have always been easy with Jaemin, so you find it no surprise that you don’t get bored with him. At the end of it all, around 6:30, when you both get up to pay, he doesn’t allow you to pay. “My treat. If you pay, you won’t get your gift, and I’ll tease you till the end that you never got to see it.”
“You are manipulating me. But okay. Next time, I’m paying.”
“Sure, sure.”
After paying, the two of you leave, and he says,”Here’s your gift.”
Opening a blue velvet box, he takes out a locket. “Holy shit, Jaemin, it’s beautiful.”
“Open the locket.”
In it is a picture of you, Danielle, him, and Mitch. I miss Mitch. I wish she could stay at the dorms.
Your eyes tear up. “Y/N! Don’t cry, is it that bad?”
“No. It’s beautiful.”
“Here, I’ll put it on for you.”
That’s when you realize that this is what love, platonic, feels like. He unclasps the hook of it and puts it around your neck gently, smiling. “It looks lovely on you.”
“Thank you so much, Jaemin.”
“You’re always welcome.”
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Jungwon : why were you out with jaemin?
You : uh.. he’s my friend?
Jungwon : but IM UR FAKE BOYFRIEND?? 😭😭
You : THEN ASK ME OUT??
Ignore that. 😀😀
Jungwon : No. Meet me outside ur dorm RN
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“Y/N. Will you go out with me on a date?”
The first thing you hear when you open your door is Jungwon’s voice, and he’s holding a bouquet of flowers.
“Where did you get the flowers from? We literally texted three minutes ago.”
“ANSWER THE QUESTION!” He cries, looking exhausted.
“I mean, obviously, I thought that was a given!”
“I could kiss you right now.”
You shrug. “Do you want me to?”
“To what?”
“Kiss you right now.”
“Yeah, that would be cool,” you say (not so) casually. “Don’t act so carefree.” He replies, kissing you on the lips.
It doesn’t seem right. There should be more of a PLOT before we kiss, man.
I’m looking into this too much. Chill, Y/N.
You kiss him back, and Danielle shrieks behind you. Crap, Dani.
The two of you break apart, the bouquet in your hand. “DID I MISS SOMETHING?”
“NO, BUT YOU RUINED IT, NINCOMPOOP.”
“SHIT. WHY ARE WE TALKING IN CAPS AGAIN?”
“BECAUSE I’M PISSED?”
“Guys, breathe,” Jungwon breaks in. “Y/N, it’s alright. Danielle, you didn’t miss anything. I just asked her out on a date.”
“Oh. Continue, pretend I’m not here.”
“Danielle, that’s just weird, dude.” You both say to her.
She raises her hands, as if accused. “Don’t blame me, love made me crazy.”
You throw a pillow at her face.
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Jungwon : for the date, meet me at the restaurant, friday, at seven pm. no training, we’ll compensate for the training on saturday.
You : okayy ^_^ thank u 💗💗
Jungwon : ideally i should be thanking u but okay
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You giggle as the two of you continue texting. “Y/N, it’s ten. Sleep. Please. Or let me. Or go over to his dorm. I would much rather sleep in the same room as Sunghoon than listen to you giggling annoyingly. Do vampires never sleep or something? That guy looks tired but doesn’t sleep.”
You shake off her rant. “Okay, okay, mom, I’ll sleep.”
You wish him a good night. You can’t help but feel like high school sweethearts, but make it older and more mature.
Mature? Says the girl giggling at texts. Bro. You’re not okay.
I know.
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You wait for Friday night to arrive. When classes end, you rush to your dorm to get dressed. Two hours early. Danielle rushes after her classes too, to make sure you look perfect (you already do) for the date.
“Okay, what do you want to wear?” She asks, shutting the door behind her.
“Uh, maybe the black dress? Not yours, not the tight fitting one. The more airy, loose one.”
“Yeah, sounds good. Yours, right?”
“Yeah, but I don’t have good shoes to match.”
“I have black heels, I think. I’ll search. Clean makeup?”
“Yeah, obviously.”
You rush to get ready, and by 6:30, you look in the mirror. The black dress has pleats that reach your knees, and off the shoulder sleeves that extend to your elbow. You wear Danielle’s strapped heels, wedged, not pencil, and your hair is left loose, a scrunchie in your purse, in case you need it. Your makeup consists of concealer, some counter, tinted lip balm, highlighter and eyeshadow eyeliner.
“You look so pretty, I need a Polaroid.”
You pose for one, and take one with your best friend. “Man, if I were Jungwon, I would rather die than let you go. Juliet to your Romeo.”
“HOW I HEARD YOU SAY!” You and Danielle sing along, while you pack your purse.
“Bye! Have fun, Y/N,” she says, kissing your cheek. “Bye!”
You arrive at the restaurant, and you see Jungwon standing there with a bouquet of daisies, your favorite. “How’d you know?”
“Danielle.” He replies, hugging you. “Shit, Y/N, you look so gorgeous.” He compliments you, and you flush bright pink. “Thank you.” “Always.”
“I want to get to know you more, Y/N.” He announces grandly, kissing the back of your hand. “Aww, hopeless romantic,” you tease, and ask, “What are we going to do?”
“Oh, I don’t know, dance?” He jokes, smiling. You giggle — STOP WITH THE CREEPY GIGGLING, Y/N — and grin. “We’re going out of campus. I took permission, plus it’s the weekend, so they told me it’s allowed.”
“Ah, alright. Where though?”
“You’ll see.”
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The drive there is not that long. After around twenty minutes of driving, he says, “We’re here, Y/N.”
You look around. Stars sparkle in the night, and the moon looks bright and happy. “I found this place last week, after training. It’s really beautiful, but I’ve never seen it during the day. Here’s the treehouse I built.”
“You built a TREEHOUSE?”
“Yeah, out of wood that had fallen. The walls are made with rotten wood. #Recycling!”
“Wow. You built a treehouse.”
“Not a big deal!”
“Totally.”
He leads you up the ladder, and grabs a chair for you. “I made dinner, it’s in the car.”
Jungwon runs to bring the food. He’s so cute, man. He returns with a picnic basket, and asks you to turn around. The room is brightened up. Is he lighting a candle?
“You can look now.”
You gasp, seeing candles lit, and wine glasses. “Jungwon, I don’t drink…”
“Who says we’re drinking wine?” He smirks, pulling out apple cider, your favorite. “Danielle?”
“Nope, me. I saw you drink it during class.”
You blush furiously, the thought of him looking at your preferences overwhelming you. “Thank you.”
The two of you spend all your time there, getting to know one another, drinking apple cider sophisticatedly, eating a vegetarian filet mignon (that’s what he called it), and laughing.
You admit that it’s been really fun with him. Is it a crush?
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Finals. Crap.
It’s the sixteenth of March, and you have not prepared lyrics. You have a general melody, but you need lyrics. After class, you run to the library and grab a dictionary.
You frantically start scribbling down lyrics.
It began before my birthday
You and I, so forced,
Didn’t have words to say
The ice trying to defrost
Itself so fast
You wished me at midnight
Scared me out of my wits
You and I, against no light
Your goodbye felt like secret chits
Passed in class
And maybe I read into things too much
But we seem like too good of an opportunity to pass
Up, so I’ll try and take this and trust
That we both would last
So please don’t leave, don’t say goodbye
You know I’ll miss you, so don’t even try
No matter how fake we are, hope you feel the same
Way as I do, please just stay
And I could be romanticizing you a lot
You and I, as pretty as a forget-me-not
Following its name, I can’t ever forget you
I’ll be as blue as the flower if I do
And maybe I read into things too much
But we seem like too good of an opportunity to pass
Up, so I’ll try and take this and trust
That we both would last
So please don’t leave, don’t say goodbye
You know I’ll miss you, so don’t even try
No matter how fake we are, hope you feel the same
Way as I do, please just stay
I haven’t known you for long, a few weeks isn’t much
Time doesn’t matter, ‘cause you feel like a crutch
To my sanity, if I don’t have you near
So please just stay, dear
So please don’t leave, don’t say goodbye
You know I’ll miss you, so don’t even try
No matter how fake we are, hope you feel the same
Way as I do, please just stay
So please don’t leave, don’t say goodbye
You know I’ll miss you, so don’t even try
No matter how fake we are, hope you feel the same
Way as I do, i hope you stay
“Good enough.” You murmur, and fall asleep.
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After homework class the next day, you rush to the recording studio. “Ms. Kent, I’m ready.”
“Jeez, Ms. Campbell, you scared me. But I’m happy. Let's begin.”
At the end of the session, Ms. Kent smiles with pride. “I am very proud of you. I hope it works out for whoever you have dedicated this song to.”
“Thank you, Ms. Kent.”
You exit, feeling very happy. This is guaranteed to get you a good grade.
You hear your phone ring, and you take a glance. It’s Sunghoon. “Hello?”
“Y/N, Jungwon is dead.”
Pause.
One beat.
Two beats.
“You’re joking. I’m coming to your dorm right now.”
“I’m not here, Y/N, please believe me.” You hear the pain in his voice. “Y/N, I’m at the campus hospital. I’ve called the King. Please come now. Everyone’s here.”
You run, tears falling, but you don’t realize it. Your only priority is getting to Jungwon.
“What happened?” You cry, seeing Danielle waiting outside.
“Y/N, he left a letter for you.”
“No, Danielle, this is a joke. Danielle, please. This is a joke.”
“I’m sorry, Y/N, it’s not. It really isn’t.”
She encloses an envelope in your palm. “None of us opened it. He died in the bathroom, Y/N. Allegedly because of a stab, possibly silver.”
“It’s a murder.” You declare between sobs. “We know, Y/N, please come see him. His father will be here in fifteen minutes.”
“When did this.. when was he found?”
She doesn’t say anything.
“DANIELLE, WHEN WAS HE FOUND?”
The one person I thought was like me. Would understand. Who helped me reach my potential and unlocked it in the first place. Lit a candlelight dinner for me. He’s my fucking muse. This is a joke.
“DANIELLE, HE’S GONE.”
Sunghoon screams, and on seeing you, hugs you immediately. The rest are sitting, tears soaking their shirts. When they see you, they run for a group hug. “Y/N…”
“He was found when I was in the recording session, right?”
“We tried calling you. None of us could come get you, we were too busy. It was 5 minutes before you picked up Sunghoon’s call.” Danielle murmurs, choking up with tears.
“And now he’s missing.” Heeseung says, staring blankly. The doctor arrives on the scene. “Hello, the patient has gone missing and I’m aware. For your information, I’m a vampire, too. There is a high possibility he turned to ashes, and we can’t rule it out. I'm not sure what happened, and the security cameras aren’t explaining anything either. We’re sorry for your loss. We are trying our best to figure it out. I am aware he is the young Prince of Maledictus, and the King is on his way. I assure you, this is not a mistake. It’s supernatural.
“A red moon incident is what we call it. When a vampire, a very powerful one at that, just disappears with no warning after his alleged death, it’s either they’re in ashes… or they’re alive.”
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Dear Diary,
The king is furious. His only heir, gone into thin air? Impossible. He doesn’t blame me, though, surprisingly. I honestly don’t think he believes me to have the capacity to be able to scheme this well.
I don’t mind.
I know exactly what happened. His letter explained everything.
Here’s a word-to-word copy of it.
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Dear Y/N.
Do not show this to anyone else. Not even Danielle, not even Mitch. Mitch is a human, by the way. She’s been made a cat because of an age-old curse that runs in her family.
I am alive. For security purposes, I won’t tell you where. My father is planning something. He’s a terrible, cunning man. He wants to kill you, and make me do it. I’m sorry, but I love you.
You hear me?
I love you.
I’m alive. I asked Jaemin to place the silver next to a body I was working on. Jaemin’s really nice, by the way. He knows. But he’s with me. He’s applied for leave from the university under pretences of his grandmother being ill.
Lies.
He’s with me, and wants me to tell you that he’s safe. “Y/N, remember me in that locket of yours.”
Remember me too. I’ll come get you one day. When it’s safe. I promise.
By the way, love the song. I know for a fact it’s about us. Jaemin overheard everything before he came to the bathroom.
Don’t hate us,
Love, Jungwon.
P.S. : we both love you. Stay safe, and don’t worry. Don’t forget us, otherwise you’ll be as blue as a forget-me-not. ;)
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THREE YEARS LATER.
“Y/N!” Danielle greets you.
The two of you don’t live together anymore. She moved away to LA for her career after graduation. You still stay in the same place, in hope of Jungwon being able to find you.
Right now, Danielle is with you, at your good old home. Your mother is in Canada, helping your Gran.
“Hi! How are you?”
Danielle and you still talk, and have video calls weekly twice. The boys are still in touch through the group chat.
“I’m fine, as I said yesterday,” you laugh. “Same!” She giggles.
The two of you spend hours together until it’s time for her flight. “I’ll see you next month. Call you when I reach!”
You hug her tightly. “I miss you a lot.”
“I miss you too, Y/N. I love you, okay? Take care!”
She kisses you on your cheek. “Love you too. Have a safe flight!”
After shutting the door, you plop down on your couch. Life’s been good.
“Y/N. How have you been?”
You turn around to see Jungwon and Jaemin, looking extremely weary.
“We need to go, right now.”
Ah, my vampire boyfriend.
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a bit of a message talking about inactivity and my possible hiatus. I dont know if this counts as a cw but i talk about depression here and there at the beginning (nothing graphic) and as usual, its a rant
im gonna be straight honest rn, i'm probably not gonna be active on tumblr for these next few days, ive been super up and down depressed and im just unmotivated and too tired to do anything, im still gonna check in here and there but dont expect me to reblog or reply to many posts, if at all. This could mark the beginning of a hiatus, but with mood swings and up and down depression, i could be back, active as ever tomorrow. Ever since ive uninstalled Sims 4, i did feel a weight lift off my shoulders, but simultaneously made me depressed due to the lack of... well... doing something, i dont... really know how to put it into words, its just something in my brain that i just cant explain, i guess a good way to put it is playing sims 4 gave me the motivation to stem off into other mediums, blender for example, gave me something to do, something to learn, and while i can still use blender, i just get progressively slower and slower at doing stuff in it because of my limited resources, some scenes i want to do require specific outfits and i dont have the facilities to make those outfits... i mean i probably do but i just dont feel motivated to do all that. I still play other games, ive been playing a lot of slime rancher 2 and have been trying to branch out to other games (indie games and bigger games), I want to post gameplay but if youve seen me rant about tumblr before, one of my biggest gripes is just how fucking annoying it is to upload images, so i just get completely unmotivated to post images/gameplay especially if its just some silly post. if uh if anyone is still reading this, ill be honest, i havent even been motivated to write about WAS at all, probably havent touched the planning doc in about 2 weeks. This... 'spiral'... has been noticeable for me for the last week as my sleep schedule gets swapped around from sleeping at night and awake during the day... to sleeping during the day and awake at night, this is all my fault, but its also just something that happens rotationally for me, i go from sleeping VERY early in the evening (6PM at the earliest) and waking at VERY early times in the morning (4AM at the latest) to sleeping VERY late in the morning (6AM at the earliest) and waking up late in the evening (3PM at the latest), i dont really know what causes the shift, but it happens, and i often blame myself for it even though i dont know what causes it...
anyways sorry, this will probably mark a very iffy hiatus, like i said ill be active but not... super active, i didnt check tumblr at all yesterday/monday, so thats kind of the pattern to expect from me depending on the day. In the meantime... i might try to get back into older sims games, ive mentioned this before, but i do have sims 1 on my laptop so maybe ill post stupid little gameplay posts from there (granted i havent played in like... a month 😐). I'll probably put up a poll after this post for people to vote on which sims game i should play- i KNOW i did it once before but im probably gonna do it again cuz i cant find the post and i have over 1000 posts 😭
if you read thus far, thank you for sticking around, if your a random person who read this for no reason... thanks? if your a follower of mine and cant understand where im coming from with this lengthy post, see yourself out or deal with it 🙃 otherwise, thank you all and i will be lurking about
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A Taste of Home (Asgore TF/TG/MC)
(Original Date of Upload: January 22, 2024)
Original Description:
As you can see this was meant to be a story to be released around Christmas but my brain combusted into flames around the time and so I had to put it off for multiple weeks. Still, here it is!
This was actually an idea I've had in mind for a long time. Or well, the concept of an FtM Asgore TF was one anyway. FtM is already pretty underrated but FtM involving more hairy and dadly characters seems to be even more underrated in the community. So, y'know, be the change you want in the world! Plus it means I can finally take a crack at doing anything related to Asgore in general...
Overall this was a pleasant story to write! I admittedly didn't have much of an idea on what to do while going into it at first, hence the post-TF was just me aimlessly writing until I could reach a satisfying conclusion in my head, but I'm still pleased with how it came out. Although I was not expecting a final word count of 5.3k but well, I guess I really got into things! Plus I get extremely anatomical with transformations these days anyway. Guess those classes I took in high school are paying off.
I wish I could use some better artwork in the thumbnail though. But I dislike using fanart for thumbnails so... pixel Asgore it is. I do quite like the artwork I used as a reference though...
Being alone on the night of Christmas Eve was not really in Jade’s plans for the night. Then again having your friends cancel at the last minute is the peak of unexpected occurrences. It also didn't help that she was alone at a bar, much less one that evidently didn't seem to have anyone else around.
“Mmm, this just looks sad…” Jade muttered to herself. She had spent the past few minutes just looking down at her phone, the woman only breaking her focus on the object to glance at the bartender nearby. But she would always go back to her phone and pretend she had something to focus on.
In truth all she was doing was staring at a group chat in her messaging application and eyeing the last few messages sent. A part of her was just hoping someone would backtrack or something. Just send a ‘hey, I was wrong and can actually head down to that nightclub!’ It was clear such a thing wouldn't happen though. Being alone on Christmas Eve was definitely the worst of feelings…
“Yer doin’ alright there, ma’am?”
“AH!” Jade shrieked, startled by the sudden acknowledgement of her existence. She proceeded to spend a few seconds trying to make sure her phone didn't tumble out of her hands, all while properly making eye contact with the person who spoke to her. That person being the bartender.
“O-ough, sorry! Didn’ mean t’ startle ya like that!” the bartender attempted to reassure.
Jade blinked a few times and regained her composure. “N-no, it's alright! Just… wasn't expecting someone to talk to me is all-”
“Mmm,” the bartender nodded. Jade never realized in her glances just how much older he seemed to be. Larger body, thick beard, bald scalp.
He then continued to speak. “First off, name’s Maurice. Second, I jus’ noticed you sittin’ here for the past ten ‘r so minutes. Reeeal long time to be alone.”
“Yeeeeah,” Jade began smiling awkwardly. “Originally came here to hang out with some friends. Avoid the rush by going out on Christmas Eve and all! They all uh, canceled pretty unexpectedly though. Just me now!” a nervous laugh escaped her throat. She had really hoped to not have to recount this story to anyone tonight.
Maurice seemed to pick up on the embarrassment however and proceeded to try and switch his tone of voice to sound more caring. “Ahh, huh- apologies for makin’ ya pour all that t’ me, eheh. I should be the one here pouring stuff out!”
Jade smiled, letting out a light laugh at Maurice’s joke. “It happens, I guess. Just a little bit annoying and all to have it happen, y'know?”
“Mmm, yep,” Maurice nodded, “But ey, at least ya got out? People ‘ere love t’ walk in the wint’r or somethin’.”
“Eh, personally I'd rather not have to go out in the freezing cold if I don't have to. Then again I probably will have to in a few minutes so I can get home…”
“Doesn’ have t’ be freezin’,” Maurice responded. “I have a nice Christmas menu lined up! Was hopin’ to test a few on some people tonight, but well… gettin’ some perspective on at least one ‘s fine.”
Jade raised a brow. “Christmas-themed drink menu, huh?”
Maurice had swiftly plunged a hand beneath the table and pulled out an ornately decorated, albeit small, menu card. “Yerp! Warm drinks n’ all! Might help those muscles of yours keep from frostbitin’ over!”
Jade playfully rolled her eyes at the frostbite statement. “Fine, fine. I'll take a lot at it, see if anything interests me.”
Maurice slid the menu over to her and Jade picked it up. It was a piece of paper with a fairly Christmassy design embedded within. Mistletoe outlining it, the top middle portion adorned with bells. In the background of the menu section itself was a Christmas tree. The menu itself seemed to just be titled ‘Maurice’s Festive Picks!’ though, subtitled with a statement saying you'll never feel lonely with one in your system.
“Quite on the nose for my problems, huh?” she muttered to herself.
Her eyes then finally lay onto the actual items on the menu. It was a fairly small selection of drinks, six to be exact, all with fairly interesting names to say the least. The Polar Express, Fireplace Frappé, Holiday Spirits, Sweet Snowy Success… Cookie ‘Nog?
“Hmph, this makes me wonder what even makes a place be considered a bar anymore,” Jade joked. “Not a lot of this seems alcoholic actually.”
“Eh, could put some in one for ya’ if you need,” Maurice offered.
“Dear God no, getting home drunk alone has never been an easy feat for me-” Jade responded, remembering a fairly embarrassing time she woke up with a hangover in the middle of a park. “All of these do sound rather nice though…”
“Any in particul’r catch yer eye? ”
“Hmm…” Jade started to stare at the ingredient listing and pricing. Everything did seem pretty good, although she was worried that the content of the Polar Express or Sweet Snowy Success didn't really fall under warm drinks. And the idea of a Fireplace Frappé came off as mildly oxymoronic.
After a few more seconds her eyes laid on the last item on the list. A Taste of Home, listed as a nice warm hot cocoa spiced with cinnamon and laced with butterscotch. On the surface it seemed like a bit of an overload of sugar overloaded, but she didn't mind too much. It sounded like it would taste rather good, and give her a kick of warmth while at it.
“A Taste of Home seems like a good choice!” Jade said, handing the menu back to Maurice before turning to go into her purse to pay.
The older man nodded. “Perfect! Bet with one of those you’ll be feelin’ warm n’ cuddly in no time!”
“Cuddly?” Jade inquired as she took out her wallet. Maurice just looked at her with a knowing smirk though.
What a strange, strange man he was…
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The door creaked open, a hand slipping through its opening to pat the wall a bit before touching the lightswitch and flicking it up. The entryway then fully opened with Jade properly stepping through it, twenty-five percent full pint glass in her hand.
“Surprised he agreed to letting me keep the glass…” she commented as she walked towards the island in her apartment’s kitchen and set it down.
As she took off her coat, Jade’s mind wandered a bit. She was still fixated on that strange bartender down at Oreum Sirius. The man got real cryptic when it came to her drink order, it was a bit disconcerting. At the very least the drink tasted good. Real good actually. It wasn't sugar-hopped as she was expecting it to be. Just some hot cocoa with extra flavor. Definitely did its job in giving her body some warmth on her way home.
With her coat hung up and her purse thrown somewhere on the coach, Jade headed back to the kitchen to pick up the glass before returning to the couch to take a seat. Laying into it she let out a relaxed sigh, smiling. A random thought crossed her mind that made her laugh a bit. “If that bartender were any older he'd probably make a good Santa look-alike…”
She then downed the last of her drink, savoring the beautiful taste it possessed. Although truthfully it felt like as the last bit of the beverage cascaded into her mouth there was a certain layer of nostalgia to it she couldn't pinpoint.
Glass now empty, she leaned forward and placed it onto the small table in front of the coach. For a few seconds she felt pretty fine… and then in one sudden wave her brain started to feel strange. Fuzzy.
“W-woah…”
A warmth began to course throughout her body. One that felt nice, welcoming. A feeling that steadily dispersed throughout her form. A feeling that also came with something a bit extra. And that something was beginning to form in her hands…
It started with what seemed to be a steady growth in size forming within Jade’s hands. Slowly each of her fingers were on their way to getting thicker and even a little longer. A bluntness was seemingly forming within the tip of each finger as well, her nails undergoing an opposite change as they instead were sharpening. Her hands themselves weren't unscathed from the size growth either as they were being stretched wider while a level of bulky meatiness was filling them up. This wasn't even a miniscule change either as after a while her hand went from its default size, to one-point-five times its size, to almost double it. Just swelling into a strong, firm level of thickness.
Size wasn't the only thing that was growing however as another layer of changes was seemingly being introduced alongside it. Budding out of his skin was soft white hairs. A few at first, but it was evident they were quick in spreading across both appendages. Sheets of white fuzz just absolutely overtaking each hand in the pursuit of coating the backs and sides. Furthermore her palms were in the process of bulging a little as a layer of soft yet firm padding was seemingly being added to them. This was a stark contrast to the slightly rougher texturing they were garnering. They had also seemingly been altering in pigmentation with a whiteness forming into them that was similar in tone to her growing pelage of fur.
The gaining of fur also wasn't stopping at her hands nor did it take long for it to move onto her wrists, now disappearing under the long sleeves of her sweater. But this hiddenness of her changes was only momentarily as the furry pelt layered onto her arms. Size was quick to accumulate within each limb as both her skeletal and muscular structures were being shifted, immense amounts of thickness yet again being applied to her form. This was rather prominent when it came to her muscles as they were developing drastically as if years of working out were being applied to her in mere moments.
The sleeves of Jade’s sweater would very quickly begin to attempt to contain her increasing mass, although it would seemingly appear to not be enough. Slowly they would move up her forearms as her arms in general were lengthening. The now thickening size of the region made her sleeve’s journal increasingly more taxing on the material as well. Something that grew more prominent as her muscle mass increased more and more, the region of her upper arm not unscathed thanks to her bulging biceps and densifying triceps. In the end it wouldn't be very long until the more flimsy material of her clothing started to split apart over her arms, white fuzz poking through various holes her muscles had tore open just by existing. After all, if her hands were twice the size that they were before then her arms would have to bulk up to compensate. Although it would be noticeable that through a few of the tears in her sweater it could be seen that sprinkles of almost golden fur had made their way across the back of arms. That sparse gold would only continue to form as fur made its way up each limb.
More splits in sweater fabric occurred as her deltoids got more developed, shoulders not in the process of broadening as a low pressure emerged in her collarbone. This soon prompted her body to begin to widen. Although it would seem that her upper limbs hadn't been the only portion of her body that had been changing all that time. At least judging by what had been appearing on her face, anyway.
The changes in this case seemed to be almost more gradual for Jade. Low amounts of golden fuzz lining their way across her jaw and above her upper lip. An equally as golden hue entering the tips of her hair as it seemed to have lengthened by a few quarters of an inch. There were a set of weirder changes however. A dull pressure building up at the top of her skull as a sharp and bony growth started to bulge on each side, even seemingly to already be beginning to extend some more to form what was only a small pair of horns on her head. Meanwhile a small amount of white fuzz was making its way onto the edges of her ears and seeming to prompt a slight growth in her lobes, one that looked almost a little floppy in appearance.
At this point though the woman had been left… unaware? That wouldn't be the right phrasing. Her brain was blocking out the feeling that anything was fully different. With the exception of occasional tinges that something was off she was just unable to comprehend that anything was fully changed about her body for very long.
That didn't stop her from raising up a hand and casually trying to move a bit of her hair out of her general eyesight however. An almost tangible glint of differing discolorations formed in both her irises as she did so. Meanwhile within her mouth she could still taste that drink from earlier, the mixture of cinnamon and butterscotch flavors that were in it seemingly oddly intense despite the fact she finished the beverage just minutes ago. Just a strong sensation of taste (and smell, weirdly) overwhelming two of her senses. And all of it was accompanied with this feeling of nostalgia that, at least for the time being, she hadn't fully connected mentally yet.
“Urgh, what's this… feeling I'm having…?” she asks herself, the rolling fog in her mind just leaving her confused. Even more when the sound of the second half of that statement hit her ears. Even in her haze she could just momentarily register the differences in the two halves of the question. As if her voice had moved a little deeper halfway through it. Jade just sits back and groans, voice continuing to sound deeper as she did so.
By this point the more overt changes in her physicality had been making their way to her torso. Waves of white fur spilled across her chest from their originally isolated positioning in her arms, the pelage now making its way to meet at the middle of her chest and back before it would eventually descend down the rest of her torso. And much like with what had happened in her arms the fur growth wasn’t the only change happening to her main body. As the fur had run across her chest, the fat within her breasts began to steadily melt away and cause them to undergo a process of shrinking in size. But it was already becoming evident that the size change wasn't a negative net amount as while her chest had shrunk her pectoral muscles grew and developed. Meaty slabs were pushing their way out of her chest, a firmness etching into the region as her upper body strength was improving.
The shift from fat to muscle almost gave the impression that her breasts were hardening into the pecs, although it wouldn't take long before it was getting proven that perfectly cut muscularity wasn't what she was getting granted. Especially with a significant amount of fatty tissue still remaining on her chest, melting and reshaping itself into a different form that evenly spread itself across her now thicker chest. Softness was still evident in the woman’s chest with the appearance now much flatter, flabbier. Something that was proven by the way her larger size was getting indented into her sweater. A rip had now slowly begun to form from the sweater’s neck, running down the middle of it as her increase in girth was getting more known. And as it got closer to her chest and closer to her cleavage, it started to show that a tuft of golden hairs had formed between her chunky pecs. And while it wasn't fully tangible, yellowish fuzz had been dusting its way across the front of her body as the white fur grew in prominence more.
That hadn't been the only thing happening to her torso either. Just as her chest was morphing, so was her abdominal region. A low gurgle entering her stomach as a feeling of bloating entered her. With some musculature had began to make its way into that region, abdominal muscles slowly ripping outwards for a time, it was already evident that the transformation to this region was going to be more than that as any tangible muscle was smoothed out and her abdomen started to expand forwards. It was instantly clear that fat was formulating within her belly, it moving forwards more and more as each second passed. The hem of her sweater was pushed upwards as the size of her stomach got larger, unveiling the white fluff that was rushing down her gut while golden fuzz trailed down her midline.
Jade’s abdomen would only continue to churn and swell for some time as her gain in weight was proving to be sizable. Especially if her larger arms had been any indicator, whatever she was becoming was meant to be substantial in its size. So it was only natural that the amount of fat she was attaining within her stomach was going to be equal to that. Her sweater’s hem moved well above her belly button and only inched further upwards as her size had increased. Bits of fur poked out from rips forming within the material as it continuously failed to fit her fatter body. And soon enough, after about a minute, it would just get forced upwards as her gut made one final push forward and slightly spilled over the waistline of her pants.
“O-oh gosh, that feels nice…” Jade stated in absolute bliss. Her voice seemed to continue to deepen, a more masculine and older tone being embedded into it with each word she spoke. Her neck had also widened a bit while the internal workings of her vocal cords had shifted. Such an intricate change had left her voice becoming more than just wisened, an accent almost beginning to creep into it as well.
With everything else about her changing, the transformation to her face had progressed even more. The golden fuzz that lined her jaw was becoming a little more plentiful and thicker, as was the bit edging the ends of her mouth, with what could only be a beard now forming on her face. Bits of gold continued to run up her hair as well as a significant portion of the hair on the back of her head was extending while almost thickening in its density and seemingly becoming almost fluffy in its appearance and feel. Meanwhile atop her head a divide formed in the middle of her hair and started causing a significant amount of strands to cascade down her forehead in a direction opposite to the split. All the while the newly formed horns on her head continued to grow in an upwards slant. She could also feel her now much fluffier ears folding and drooping as their size seemed to lengthen over the course of the changes, both already seemingly halfway down the ends of her head and still extending.
Perhaps the weirdest change that was happening now was what was happening to her face. The lower half seemingly began to push out a little as white fuzz was poking out evenly and symmetrically around it. Almost like the beginnings of some kind of muzzle, especially judging by the pressure she could feel from the beginnings of her skull restructuring.
Despite it all though, Jade looked to be oddly content. She just looked down at her belly and gave it a nice pat, chuckling as she seemed to enjoy the nice warm feel of the fat she had gotten. Her mind was registering it all as being a part of her. Like she'd been like this for a long time… a very long time actually. Concepts of her body and age were now distorting in her mind as she thought about everything more and more. It didn't help that she couldn't get the taste of that drink out of her mouth, the nostalgia of it feeling just as overwhelming as everything else. Mental connections had still remained dashed however, her memories seemingly still in the process of adjusting and reformatting for this severely different identity she had been getting.
Still, she leans forward a bit as she tries to readjust herself on the couch. Her mind was still flip flopping between just how used to the weight she had really been, but it was evident the seat she had taken hadn't caught the memo yet. “Urgh, I swear everything felt… fitting earlier,” she muttered in mild discontent, feeling her clothing continue to tear as she moved around. It also didn't help that she felt like her own innards were practically being rearranged beneath all that fat…
Of course, among the clothing that was in the process of losing its ability to fit her, was her pants. A pair of standard blue jeans that were only equipped to handle her average size. But considering the button had already snapped off thanks to the pressure of the weight of her now much fatter gut on it, and now the increasing pressure across her legs as the changes reached the lower half of her body, it wouldn’t be long until her pants would be split apart.
With much of the fat having accumulated around her belly it was clear that adjacent regions would accumulate substantial sizes as well. This was most evident around her thighs, muscle mass growing in her hamstrings and quads before fat quickly spread across them. This had caused the diameter of her legs to practically double in size, the sheer amount of mass each limb was getting forcing them to press up against the denim of her pants. The seams that held the edges together were quickly becoming undone as tufts of white fur (with gold sprinkled in) poked out from the tears. All the while a tinge of pressure pulled at the base of her spine, a feeling that was quickly followed by a bulge in the seat of her pants. This bulge was caused by a new growth: a small nub of a tail that was quickly growing amounts of fluff across it.
At the exact same time as the upper half of her legs, the lower half of them were being affected as well. Splits in her jeans forming more and more as her calves ballooned back with muscle and fat as well. All the while fur had covered them, a sea of white with gold speckling itself at random. The bottoms of each pant leg had also seemingly begun to rise up her legs as the bones lengthened, Jade’s height altering throughout her form to fit the shape and proportions of her drastically different form. Taller, larger, thicker, wider, everything about her physicality and size had been significantly overwritten.
Soon enough all that would remain of her lower half were her feet, and even then those didn't remain unchanged for much longer. The toecaps of her shoes already began to bulge a little with five bumps indenting into the material of each sboe. These bumps then proceeded to move and merged. Five became four, and those four quickly became three, and as the bumps merged they only seemed to get larger in size during the process. The source of all of this had obviously been her shifting toes, now changed to three chunky toes that had quickly been overtaken with fur. Her toenails had also begun to poke at the material of her shoes as well as they were in the process of sharpening, now protruding from each toe in a claw-like manner. The lining holding the top of her shoe together with its sole steadily began to split as the bottoms of her feet swelled with rough paw pads. All the while the rest of her footwear was put to its limit by the increasing length, width, and just overall size of her feet. And their limit was truly tested as her feet continued to grow and grow to meet with the proportions of the remainder of her body. More and more of her shoes got rended such as the backs snapping off against the pressure of her heels, or the top portion getting split in half with the strings tearing apart against the new width. Then, after a few seconds longer, her shoes exploded at the front with the rest of them blasting apart shortly after. Her feet had finished changing and were now practically doubled in size, covered in white fur (with bits of gold sprinkled on the top), and would probably now be more accurately described as paws.
“Golly, I never did well with footwear!” she had exclaimed at the mere sound of her shoes being burst. The sound of her voice was seemingly settling at this point as well: clearly more suited for an older male with a tone that sounded so warm and inviting. This had been coupled with the settling of an accent, seemingly tinted with a Southern feel now that fit with the vernacular she had adopted. By this point it had all been because her neck had finished widening, fur having quickly consumed it.
Her own mental state was also still continuously changing. The constant wave of acceptance that this was her body, that it feels like this has always been her body, it was oddly appealing. So much so that by the time her brain tingled and the feeling of something more elaborate began to occur, she had no real resistance to it. That's when a new identity started to take hold in her, shifting everything about her perspective about herself. Name, gender, his very life.
It was now that the remainder of his facial changes had solidified. The golden hairs of his beard continue to grow out causing it to become much thicker and longer to the point it hangs off his face and covers his neck a bit. All the while his beard looked to maintain a well-kempt appearance during its growth. Golden fuzz continued to trail up the sides of his head as well, connecting with forming sideburns that had become visible by this point. This wasn't the only portion of hair on his face that was getting a brighter color either as his eyebrows garnered the same gold, all while becoming thicker in size.
The rest of his hair had also gained that same gold coloration as it had finished rising up the follicles and brightened the roots. Much of his hair easily cascaded down the back of his head, significantly dense and fluffy with length that flowed down to his shoulders. It wasn't fully straight either, his hair having adopted a look that could best be described as a gracefully disheveled mane, an appearance to showcase just how fluffy it had become. The hair at the apex of his head hadn't been left unchanged either as a pair of bangs now hung down his forehead at opposing sides, their own appearance straighter in comparison to the rest of his hair.
The rest of the changes to his head were coming to a close by this time. The horns had extended to a sizable length, seeming to curve backwards a bit now while getting a defined point to the ends of them. His now floppier ears had finished dropping downwards, their own length reaching his shoulders as well while their appearance had garnered a roundness towards the ends of them. But perhaps the most drastic change came to his face itself as it had continued pushing out, skull structure continuing to shift into becoming something a little more animalistic. It had grown larger to fit his new size and became wider as well, and as it pushed out his jawline seemed to shift beneath his beard to become a little more chiseled.
As his muzzle had continued to form his nose had shifted into his face a bit, nostrils turning upwards until they could be visible on the muzzle’s tip while the bridge of his nose was widened in the process. All while a certain roundness was given the muzzle’s frontward appearance. A solid mix of human and animal features. The last change in his muzzle came with his mouth, his upper lip more specifically, as two portions towards the end that would align with his upper canines seemed to sharpen downwards by a little bit.
The changes in the irises of his eyes had settled as well, the right one gaining a light blue color while the left one became orange. At the same time his new identity seemed to lay itself clearly and easily within his mind, the name Asgore Dreemurr practically fading into prominence. Such a drastic change in mental status had practically been overwritten, replacing his old self with little spectacularity. Not just in regards to identity, but personality, memories, connections as well.
Such shifts in mentality had easily allowed a menagerie of changes to flow into reality itself. Changes flowing within his home as a simple apartment was overhauled into something much different, more accommodating for the person he had become. This had also meant that his clothing wouldn't be left in disrepair for much longer as it too was swept up in the changes.
The rips and tears that had formed across his sweater restitched themselves. One of the exceptions to this was the tear that had run down the middle of it, which would instead continue forming downwards as the signs of being torn were cleared away in order to make it a shirt split. As this happened buttons and eyelets formed alongside the split while the overall size of the article of clothing started to enlarge to better fit his form. This would allow the two halves of the shirt to reach over his belly and fasten itself shut, which it would continually do so until stopping roughly halfway up his chest. Meanwhile the neck of the shirt was extending, blooming upwards a bit before folding down and making it a proper shirt collar.
All while this happened the color of his shirt was shifting to a gentle pink while the actual material was getting thinner, becoming less akin to what would make a sweater and leaning more towards the composition of a standard shirt. Blotches of white faded into the material as well, quick to gain a consistent shape of what seemed to be four-petalled flowers. The final adjustment came to the sleeves, routinely unthreading themselves until the length of them only went a little above his elbows. And in regards to the remainder of his clothing it had been a more simple job as his jeans seemed to just repair themselves while also enlarging to fit his thicker leg size. A small hole also formed in the back of them below the belt loop, allowing his tail to properly poke through with ease. The only piece of clothing that wouldn't be shifted in the transition was his footwear which would instead just dematerialize as the reality around him was changed.
The alterations in the surrounding reality were a lot more drastic. What had once been a simple apartment was expanding with rooms separating from each other and the overall layout being shuffled and changed. The room Asgore had been in was divided from the kitchen and entrance, the room itself being retooled into a fairly standard living room. The remainder of the now former-apartment would also end up getting renovated into full-on housing as well; warm, well-furnished, and much more familiar to the fully transformed goat monster.
Not like he would notice though. Asgore blinked his eyes a few times and looked around, the haze in his brain steadily dissipating as he was now coming too. “Uhh, mmm, what was I… doing…?”
He rubbed the side of his head in thought, attempting to recall what exactly had happened in the past few hours. There were glimpses of someplace else, someone else, but they were practically less than a second long and he could barely piece them together. Although as he looked around the room he did end up laying eyes on an empty cup that was on the table in front of him. The strange smell of cinnamon and butterscotch was still emanating from it. Nostalgia was hitting him (again?) from that, his cheeks flushing beneath the fur from that.
“A-ah! I had drunk that, hadn't I?” Asgore had seemed to ask himself with genuine levels of questioning. He hadn't remembered anything about doing that, nor does he really recall how he even got it in the first place. He can recall the taste though, almost like one of Tori’s pies… albeit an imperfect imitation, but a good one nonetheless.
With a nervous smile Asgore comes to some level of resolve. “Must've been a bit strong, huh…?”
With at least a viable theory in mind he let out a deep sigh and sunk into the couch a little, gently rubbing his belly as he did. He had a feeling that he wasn't really going to get a full answer as to what happened, but it didn't seem like anything all that bad had happened. Truthfully he felt a bit content at all of this, whatever this was. So he presumed that was some kind of positive at the very least!
With those thoughts in his mind he would continue to rub his tummy, leaning back in his seat and smiling. A wave of tiredness had entered him at this point and he wasn't going to give it an ounce of resistance…
#character tf#tf#transformation#furry tf#ftm tf tg#tf tg#age progression#bara tf#male transformation#weight gain tf#species tf
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I decided it's time for another sketchdump... some older stuff I never uploaded and some newer stuff... so, nevermind the inconsistency of the designs
Don't mind it all being scribbly, some of these are like 5cm high, some were drawn on some random paper I found close by because I was bored...
Some scribbles are fanfiction inspired (some not even posted yet) some are sketches for art that I uploaded in a finished manner, some are just random...
Further links with some context after the read more:
Be-Side-My-Self.tumblr.com/search/bb hackett
Be-side-my-self.tumblr.com/search/Next Generation
I don't think anyone caught it but the shirt Laura is wearing here:
Is the one from here: https://be-side-my-self.tumblr.com/post/715680145694949376/sorry-for-being-away-but-i-come-back-with-a
#hackearney#The Quarry#Fanart#The Quarry Fanart#Sketch#Sketches#Travis Hackett#Laura Hackett#BB Hackett#Laura Kearney#I leave the Laura Hackett tag because my mind went there and I agree#fanfiction too#myart
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Isn't Being A Wicked Woman Much Better? Side Story Chapter 12
I also upload this chapter in my YouTube channel, read there to support my effort, to read click here👉Link
Yoon Do-hee, who passed by quickly as a child, had a much calmer and more mature face than I thought. She seemed to have atrophied somewhere.
Because it's not easy to assert yourself among selfish families.
Even if the other person behaves unfairly, it is difficult to resent or get angry, so I would rather yield and take a step back… .
The video of Yoon Do-hee's biography, which was flowing at thousands of times, was running towards the end that I knew.
I couldn't bear my anger and came out as if I was running away from home, and I got into a car accident... .
- After that.
-!!
Again, my view flipped, and I was thrown into a place I was terribly familiar with.
It was the living room of the house I lived in in a previous life.
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“You, in Dohee’s name, don’t she have any insurance?”
“I’m looking for it right now, so don’t look at me and stay still. Dohee is a well-prepared girl, so she might have put something in it.”
'Wow. Fuk, They are really consistent people.'
I feel absurd before my life, my family… No, I looked at people like they are cattle.
I expected that they wouldn't sincerely commemorate my death due to their personality, but I'm sure they're trying to figure out how to get insurance money.
I can't come out without cursing.
Young-sook Jang, who looked like her mother, who was searching through Do-hee Yoon's belongings, frowned. What she carried was a thank-you letter and pamphlet from a donation organization.
“Do-hee, why did he donate 100,000 won a month to this fraudulent organization? You should have insurance or something.”
I was so shocked that I almost grabbed the back of my neck.
Hey, isn't there a scam group out there? What a famous children's foundation!
No matter how good I was, I would have donated every month to an organization I had never heard of because of my lack of money.
To be honest, it was a real scam that Ms. Jang Young-sook's friends' insurance encouraged her to buy this. The payment period is terribly long, and the conditions for compensation are strict.
I wanted to refute it because it was unfair, but I did not want to live as Yoon Do-hee again, so I quietly watched the situation.
“Not long ago, didn’t you even buy bike insurance just because you learned to ride a bike? By the way, how can you leave out Dohee's insurance in the midst of all that stuff?”
That's it.
“Then you guys are here! Why is it that the human being who has been arguing every day that the insurance fee is not worth it has come and didn't take out insurance!?”
Their conversation quickly escalated into a fight, and the younger brother in the room suddenly opened the door and came out screaming.
“ah! Don't you know I have a few days left for the exam? There is no soundproofing already, so it will be noisy.”
“Ah Dokyun. ...Mom quietly sorry, I'll do it.”
“Huh? Where do you come from, man, yelling? Man, give me your report card.”
Man-guk Yoon seemed to have a hard time dealing with the horned woman, Young-sook Jang, so she started catching the youngest son like a mouse, and when he saw his report card, she was furious.
“Did you even get this as a score!? Do you know how much money you get out of your tuition a month?”
“Ah-oh! Our house is the only house that is so fussy with only a million won tutoring fee!”
“Hey man! Your sister only listened to Lee Ingang, which cost 30,000 won, and went on to a prestigious university.”
“Ah, why is Dohee sister appearing all of a sudden? That older sister didn't look like her mom and her dad, so she had good brain.”
“What? This bastard!”
“My mother certainly did. Dohee sister also looks good, and she said she didn’t come out of your belly.”
At that moment, the first, Yoon Do-yeon, who was in the room, jumped out with the sound of the door being opened.
“what? 1 million won for tutoring?! Let's listen, let's listen, it's ridiculous and my nose is stuffed. Mom! I guess I only invested half of Yoon Do-kyun’s.”
“Auntie, get a job. She can't even get married until she's that age, and she plays and eats in the corner of her room. Preparing for public announcement, honestly, isn't it?”
“hey! Do you want to go backwards? You bastard like a pig's foot!”
“Yoon Do-yeon! Why throw that expensive thing!”
Watching the cockroaches fighting while throwing even a catch, I was terrified inside.
'I fight to become a real powder.'
I thought that the makjang family was not called the soybean flour family for nothing.
By the way, the situation didn't go to extremes like that usually, but when I think about it, when those humans start fighting, I was the one who stopped them in the middle.
I used to close my mouth when I ordered chicken or jjajangmyeon after fighting hard.
'It's too late.'
But when there was no one to stop them, they fought and fought until neighbors reported the noise to the police. It was a mass of waste itself.
Shortly thereafter, they received a notice from the landlord asking them to leave the house. Complaints came from all directions, and it was a natural result, as there was a mess in the corners of the room and even the veranda.
“What, it’s too narrow!”
And since the rent price has risen, they have had no choice but to move to a smaller house.
“We don't have Do-hee Yoon, so I’m only now getting my own proper room, but how can I live in a house like this from now on? Aren't you all in my room this time?”
Looking around the two-room house, Yoon Do-yeon was very annoyed.
“Do you know how hard it was to rent this house? Even the pocket money you used to get every month is now bending our backs! Do-hee added even a penny while working part-time to a household that was still not there, but this guy didn't even get a job and was just irritable!”
“Since when did my mother take care of Yoon Do-hee? Suddenly you say every time, Do-hee! Do-hee! Honestly, does mother have the right to say that? She didn't have insurance, so things got really complicated!”
“What? Is it my fault?”
“Then who is to blame for all this?”
“Hey! You get out of my house!!”
“why me? If you give birth, take responsibility!”
They uttered abusive language to the point where the onlookers got tired of it, and they always blamed each other. It was Abigail.
'There is no other hell.'
The tension that even that Lucifer sticks out his tongue.
In the meantime, my father picked up some strange information and came to hear it, and he pulled up a third financial loan and invested it in the operating owner and threw it all away.
“What? how much do you blow How could you be that old and still immature? it's crazy?”
First Lady Jang Young-sook slapped Yoon Man-guk on the back and made a fuss.
“Did I just say good sleep? Didn't this happen after trying to make you and your children live in a big and comfortable house without worrying about money?”
“No power? I'm foolishly deceived to throw money Don't make excuses for us! You're a bum!”
“An excuse?! Had I been there, would I have entered such risky stocks with a straw hat? If it were him, he would have gone to a large company, but how reassured I must have been! Why am I the only one working in this every corner? How come there are only carnivores!”
“What!? Insects? Who eats the food provided by such insectivores!?”
“What’s the point of savoring and eating a tasteless curry for a week?”
“hey! Yoon Man-guk! Don't campaign with a monthly salary that's the size of a rat's tail! All of my friends' husbands are now responsible and moved. You're the only one who babbles! know?!”
“This woman! sudden!”
“Hit it! hit it! And stamp it!”
Rather than getting a divorce, screaming, the situation is getting worse and worse, but I got into this situation. No one was trying to hang up. We just blame each other.
‘And how come you seem to be looking for me more than before? '
Whenever they fight, I get goosebumps when I see Yoon Do-hee's name being mentioned and criticizing and demeaning each other. How long were you planning to eat your back?
'They are all people who don't want to see the real thing.'
nothing more to see No one was trying to bring the finale to life. We just blame each other.
nothing more to see Just as the finale of the play was clear, their future was also clearly visible.
Since Yoon Man-guk borrowed the money from the debentures, the real hardship door has been opened. In the future, there will be no reason to fight like that.
'To pay off debt.'
They will soon realize the fear of loan and welfare, and they will blame each other for the rest of their lives, chasing only money.
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- It's self-sufficient.
Thought body looked at the family and evaluated them coldly, and I let out a short sigh with a vague feeling.
- Deborah, you don't have to be complicated. You only reap what you sow. Isn't it pleasant? Those people sacrificed you and oppressed you to get my greed.
-… It's crazy to do it I should have realized sooner that those humans were irresistible.
In the name of family, I of a previous life had endured them too long.
Well, I have to regret it, but it's all in the past.
-!
That was then. The background changed again, and this time the familiar college campus background unfolded.
In April, when spring came, the pink cherry blossoms were fluttering like snow, and the students gathered together, laughing and chatting happily.
There was no room in my heart, so at that time the scenery passed by quickly.
For some reason, I thought it would be my last chance to capture the scenery of my previous life so vividly, so I looked around carefully.
As I glanced around the places where I once devoted my 20s youth, but now there is not even a faint feeling left, I ran into familiar faces. They were the same architecture, classmates and juniors.
They were sitting around the lawn with the delivery food in the middle, chatting.
"This was a lecture note that Dohee senior lent me, but I couldn't repay it properly. "
Suddenly, the name of Yoon Do-hee came out of someone's mouth and I swallowed my breath.
I didn't even go to the department MT well because I was doing part-time work and homework at the same time. I thought you didn't know my name well because it was so cheesy.
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Jason finding out your illness pt.2
A/N: Yall are so nice! Thank you so much for the support and comments on the first part! After writing the first story I want to do more angsty stuff, and I'm kind of looking forward to it. If you have any requests don't be shy to send them my way! I would love to write some of your stories. I'm terribly sorry for such a delayed upload. I lost interest in finishing this story but it's finally out! I love you all and haven a good day
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The hotel that you went to wasn't anything too special. Just some cheap one-night hotel. Some beige and tan wallpaper, with floral designs. The same design appears on the bedding. But as you adjust yourself to waking up, you recall how you turned off notifications on your phone for the night. You didn't want to talk to Jason or receive anything from him at the moment. The way he acted and treated you didn't sit right. The idea of seeing him in person disgusted you.
Picking up your phone from the nightstand, you checked the time, it was 10 in the morning. Just below the time, there were 20 missed calls notifications from Jason. Some text messages, stating how he was sorry that he blew up on you. That he misses you and that you should come back home. You couldn't help but roll your eyes. A profound relief of carbon escaped from your lungs in a huge sigh.
You put the phone back on the nightstand and tried to forget about that whole ideal. You started off your day, by brushing your teeth and freshening up your appearance, calming down the puffiness under your eyes. Your appearance was up to your standards. Well as best as it could be with your current physical condition. You left the hotel room and tried to find something to do for the day. Something that you enjoyed, you haven't spoiled yourself in a long time.
Calling up some friends, you had the great idea of doing something with them to help pass the time. But sadly with your plans being such a last-minute decision, they all couldn't make it; well you assume that much. So to fill up your time you went to some cafes and music stores. Looking at older music and discovering some new ones was always a pastime of yours. And getting some coffee. (pistachio is my favorite flavor)
But every time you checked your phone you were met with even more messages from Jason. They got progressively desperate, he doesn't get this way unless he really wants something. What he wanted exactly was to have a conversation with you, he hated the way things ended last night. Jason didn't want this tension to stay between you two forever. So his way of doing things is to make things clear quickly. Even when you were checking your phone he gave you another call. The buzz in your hands startled you, and quickly throwing it into your pocket you tried your best to forget it.
The day went on precisely as previously described, but things would have to come to closure eventually. Your mind started to overthink things. Were you being fair to Jason, he has been with you and stuck by your side. The same thing can be said about you to him. So was it the correct decision to be ignoring him all day without any notice that you were doing fine? Jason can overthink things as much as you do, what if he thought you were harmed and someone took you for ransom! Pride is one thing but ignoring him and leaving him high and dry wasn't the right call. From what you concluded, he was getting desperate. He is the best in this condition.
You sent him a quick text, saying “Hey Jason, I'm doing alright, and if you are still open for a conversation can we meet up?. Just text me back when you get this.”
Expecting a reply sometime later you automatically tried to put it away but another buzz came from the other end. It was Jason saying he’s glad that you’re alright. He would prefer you to come home and have a serious conversation but if you want to do it in an open space he’s content. He ended his sentence with “I love you <3”
Even when you’re angry with him, you cannot contain that same amount of rage you first had when you stormed out of the door last night when he sends messages like that. Swallowing your pride and conquering your fears. Replying to Jason, confirming that you were comfortable talking home instead of a park for example. You finally were headed home.
Getting back in the car and turning the keys. You were finally headed home, your day of shopping was not a success. The argument was always in the back of your mind, this hindered your purchases. But all of that would cease when you open the apartment door.
Opening the door, you were met with the creaky sound emanating from the hinges. You two really needed to oil that sometime. But you found Jason sitting in the kitchen on his phone. He looked up from the screen directly into your eyes. He had similar bags under his eyes. Looks like the two of you had some trouble going to sleep the night before. “Hey y/n” He downcasted his eyes. “Are you ready to talk now?”
You two were now on the couch sitting opposite each other. You two sharing eye contact, Jay had this expression on his face that you never see often. When he looks like he's been beaten up and lost hope. You aren't very fond of it when you see it, because you know he’s hurting inside. I suppose this is how it was for Jason. Seeing your depression from the outside.
“Y/n, I'm sorry for the way I treated you last night. You were right on several points. Yelling at someone to try and “better them” or “fix them” wasn't the correct approach on my part.” His head shifted, falling in his hands covering his eyes but not his mouth for a short while before he began again and removed that.“ I love you so much, I just hate seeing you in a state in which I cannot help you. I want the best for you always, and knowing you are struggling with something and you're not letting me in hurts. I’m not entitled to your feelings and thoughts on everything, but this is supposed to be a relationship built on trust. You don't trust me enough to tell me your problems.” Tears began to form in his waterline. “ I just don't know where I went wrong” They began to fall and sting his face, hearing Jason cry hurt you.
Originally you wanted to remain calm and collected, not going to Jason to comfort him was the plan. As much as you love this man you were still a little bit bitter even after his apology. You couldn't resist when he began to cry. Going to his side and comforted him so the two of you can begin the conversation again.
Jason sat up once more and looked at you, waiting for a response. “Jason thank you, but even after the apology I can't help but be bitter towards you. How you treated me last night. I never expected that out of you. Even breaking our belongings, I can see you cleaned everything up before my arrival. Or the click of your tongue that you did when you saw me upset, but I'm not completely innocent of the latter.” Your voice slowly began to break. “But, I'm sorry Jason for making you worry, I know in the beginning we wanted this to be a relationship that prides itself on communication. I’ve broken my end of the deal. I just… couldn't do it anymore.” the tears found a familiar place on your waterline. “I pretend that everything was ok, trying to forget what happened and look forward to the future. But I still wasn't fully healed from what happened.” You had to pause for some air. “I thought the best course of action was to exclude you from my life, but I can clearly see that it didn't go unnoticed. I'm sorry Jason for all the worry that I brought your way.”
Jason gently grabbed our hand and planted a kiss on the back of your palm. Whispering thank you. Not letting go, he gave you room to continue talking. “ I have these terrible sessions where I spiral into my depression and past habits.” Sniffles coming from your nose, Jason handed you a tissue to stop the snot from rolling down to your chin. “But I don't know how to resolve them, not completely anyway. I forget about them pushing it away. I never confronted them head-on and they have stacked to a point. A point that I cannot ignore. So I shut down and pretended everything was fine.”
Jason’s head met contact to the back of your head. He pushes you towards his shoulder. You let out all of the tears, Jason did the same only in smaller amounts. Some time passes. Slipping from his gentle embrace you find love in Jason’s eyes. Both of you exchanged looks of love and care. Hands found on each other, gently caressing the other cheek. Soothing the pain found in the red streaks. “I’ll work on my ways Y/n, I did snicker at you purposefully. I wanted to make you aware of your actions but they did nothing but harm to my beloved. I'm sorry, I want us to work but we both need to be better at talking huh” A chuckle came from your lips and his. “I love you no matter what, I will become better if you promise me you will do the same.” “I promise jay”
He smiled, he allowed his arm to drop and relieved some weight of his head into your palm, melting into your touch. The heat emanating from your palm always soothed his stress away. Your hand removed from his face, you fell back onto the couch. He carefully positioned himself on top. Wrapping your arms around him, he snuggled in your chest this time. Enjoying this moment you played with his hair. Twirling around his white strip you found your heavy eyelids began to close. You still had some more things to bring up in the morning but that can wait. Things would change from now on.
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Nimbus Fumble | Episode 5
Season: Winter
The Next Day
Aira: Himemiya-senpai! This is so tough! Really tough!
Tori: Good mo–Woah!? Shitatori, did you wake up and come straight here!? I'm feeling like a terrible sleeper right now, though!?
Haah. You do know that we're going to film a video, right? Come here, let me fix you.
Aira: Ehh? Himemiya-senpai's doing my hair? It's like a dream even though I'm supposed to be awake. I could eat three bowls of rice just for that…♪
—Crap, this isn't the time for this! Look! Please take a look at this!
Tori: Hm? What's in your phone?
Aira: Yesterday, you took a picture of me dancing the rabbit dance, right? That was immediately uploaded to SNS. And then!
It's been spreading like crazy! I'm getting a lot of favorites from it.
I also received comments from people saying they were looking forward to the baton! I can't believe the responses were so immediate!
Tori: Heh~ Isn't that great? This is the first step towards success!
If they're expecting so much from you, then you have to be really excited about today's shoot. Since I'm going to be in it, we need to get everyone more excited!
Aira: You're right!
Kohaku: Hm~? Good morning to you both. What are ya doin' here so early in the mornin'ー?
Woah!?
Aira & Tori: Aah!
Kohaku: Waah…! I hit the tripod with all my might and knocked it over! I-I'm so sorry! I was distracted. I hope it's not broken…?
Aira: Let's see…? Yeah, it looks fine. It doesn't look broken.
Kohaku: Aah… I'm glad. The equipment looked so expensive that I was afraid I would break it.
I can't stand this. From the looks of it, you guys have been gathering equipment and stuff, huh?
I'll help you with whatever chores you need. You can use me as your lackey. I don't know what you're doin', though.
Aira & Tori: You'll help us!?
Kohaku: Huh? Well, if it's somethin' I'm good at.
But what the. I have a bad feelin' about this…?
After explaining the situation to Kohaku
Kohaku: N-No way! There is no way I'm wearin' that!
Aira: Ehh~? Why? You look lovely. Don't worry, I'm sure Kohakucchi's gonna look cute and good.
Kohaku: No way! It's not about whether it will look good on me or not.
Yes, I did say I would help, but I meant it in the sense of hard work and chores, not as somethin' to dance around with those ears…
Tori: We understand~ Aaah~, I'm glad the camera isn't broken. It's not, but I'm sure it has some tiny scratches or something. I mean, it fell over, after all.
Kohaku: Ugh…! That's unfair…!
Aira: I would be very happy if Kohakucchi would help us.
Besides, it's a rare opportunity to collaborate with Himemiya-senpai and Kohakucchi like this ♪ It'll surely be a topic of discussion.
Hey, do you really not want to…?
Kohaku: …Ugh.
(Don't look at me like that. It would be hard for me to refuse…!)
(But, it was my fault that I almost broke the camera... I had no choice but to be ready for this!)
Fine, I'll do it. I'll just dance this rabbit dance, right?
Tori: Ehh! You're really going to?
Kohaku: …You're one pompous prankster. You were threatening me just now.
Well, it's okay. If we're going to dance, let's do it ASAP. I just want to get this over with.
If...If someone from Crazy:B...especially Rinne-han saw me here, I'm sure I'd kill myself right here, right now.
Tori: Eh!? You're going that far!?
Aira: T-Then, let's hurry up and take a shot!
Pyon ♪
Tori: Pyon-pyon ♪
Kohaku: Ra…rabbit's pyon ♪
(Aaaaah! It's even tougher than I expected…! Just kill me right noooow!)
Aira & Tori: Pyon ♪
Kohaku: Haah, haah… F-Finally, the hellish time's over.
Hm? That sound just now…?
Madara: Yahoo! Kohaku-saaan!
Kohaku: Urgh…
Madara: I guess the teachings of our forefathers are still the greatest wisdom. "The early bird gets the worm!" I'm really glad I got up early, I was able to see such a cute dance from Kohaku-san as a result.
I couldn't help but capture every bit of Kohaku-san's appearance on video. This will be a great souvenir ☆ Let's watch it together every time Kohaku-san grows older!
Kohaku: ……
Madara: Hm? What's the matter, Kohaku-san? Your face is as red as a boiled octopus. But there seems to be something wrong with it…?
Kohaku: Aah…AAAAAAHHH!!!
Madara: Woah!? What's wrong, Kohaku-san!? Please don't try to take my phone away from me!
Kohaku: You're being too loud! I'll smash that phone to pieces, and I'll smash you together with it!
Madara: What in the world!? S-Stop! Let's just calm down, huh, Kohaku-san!?
Kohaku: I'm not going to let this calm me down! I'll make sure you never see the light of day again!
Madara: I really wish you'd go back to being such a cute little rabbit like earlier. I wish he'd go back to the way he was before! Can you bring back the Kohaku-san earlier!?
Kohaku: Shut up!
Aira: Umm… It seems like Kohakucchi went after Mikejima-senpai.
Tori: Well, that doesn't matter, right? We got the video nicely, too ♪ But you'd better think about who you're going to pass the baton to next, Shiratori.
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Aira: Ah, yes. I'll see who I can turn to ♪
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that one request about kid y/n seeing the mercs as a father figure but w/ scout p lease,,,
How the mercs would react to a kid getting stuck on base and starting to see them as father figures: Scout Edition
When it happened, he was pretty confused. And scared. He didn't even meet his own dad, how was HE supposed to FATHER A KID!? He never was able to imagine himself having kids, but surprisingly you managed to change that. It started with him just sorta ignoring you because, well, you're a kid. But when he realized that you two had similar interests (Comics, baseball, Tom Jones, Etc.) He latched onto YOU instead. They loved being around you and would always have you help them with their stupid shenanigans and pranks. But it was still a more older brother dynamic, right? I mean, he might be a BIT overprotective over you and always play catch with you and give you piggyback rides, but those are just older brother things, right? You can't blame him for being clueless, I mean he never met his dad and he was just going off of what his older brothers did when he was younger (not knowing that they practically parented him throughout his childhood.) It wasn't until one of the mercs pointed out that you literally called him "dad" at one point that it really hit him how much you looked up to him. When he finally realized and processed all this, he started.. crying. He had a kid now. He was a dad. Once the other mercs saw this happening, they had engineer distract you while they helped calm him down. He was terrified. He had no idea what to do. What if he messed up? What if he left you? What if he hurt you? He really cares about Spy, that's undeniable but he doesn't want to repeat what he did. Even Spy admitted how much he regretted leaving Scout as a kid. But he still had no idea how to be a parent to a kid. So, naturally, the mercs decided to help him learn all the things they should've learned from a dad, so he could teach it to you. They were even sort of your second dads in a way. He still screws up sometimes, and he's still pretty irresponsible but he's trying really, REALLY hard to be better for you. To be a better dad than his. Because of him needing to learn how to do this stuff, spy and scouts relationship got better because Spy used this as an excuse to do all the stuff with Scout that he never got to do when he was younger as a "demonstration." He's not perfect, he's far from it. But I'd say he's good enough.
(This account has been SO DEAD LATELY. Ever since school started back up I've barely had the energy to do anything. I'm really sorry, and I'll try to make my upload schedule more consistent. Also, this ask is REALLY old so sorry for making you wait so long.)
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i’m so so so glad i was able to introduce you to the song , and i’m glad you like it ! i wish you the best in uni and i hope ur workload gets better as well :)
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hey hey!! yeah i legit added it to my spotify haha, but thank you for the well wishes and i hope so too. i think the workload should get a little better towards january since currently i only have two lectures during then but timetables are always updating with new stuff so who knows.
anyways i think one of the other reasons apart from uni that i’ve come to notice as to why i haven’t been able to upload is bc the boys are all just doing their own thing rn (aka solo content + hiatus + military service) so i’m in a bit of a rut with wanting to write. i usually use their newer content to keep me motivated and inspired enough to write the older stuff, but well. just haven’t been able to do that so i think it’s kinda holding me off.
i do have a lot of drafts ongoing for hoseong but i just can’t find the motivation to finish them lol idk. i’m trying to take it slow, but since i’m currently having that sorta impulse feeling, i decided to go ahead and create an ateez 9th member oc since they’re currently very active in general as a 4th gen group. i’ll link to the account here but yeah. i won’t be posting crazy major updates every other day or anything but since i have the motivation and excitement for them, i thought why not.
i’ll still continue to write for hoseong but it’ll again be very slow updates. btw sorry for rambling 😭 i just wanted to put it out there! peace ✌️
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Alright Im sorry this came out late but for some reason tumblr wouldnt upload this post so here we go!
Angel and Davey tattoo headcanons!
Its mostly for my Angel oc but there are a couple Davey's so-
First, matching tattoos
Angel has a tattoo of a wolf howling on their back while Davey has angel wings and a halo on his chest
Welcome to me struggling to draw abs hahehad first time drawing a chest tho, not too bad
(Not me forgetting to draw a halo on the wings-)
Davey wanted to honor his dad with a tattoo, something to carry with him everywhere. Davey's dad, Gabriel, drew a little honeysuckle flower on this notepad (Gabriel artist headcanon 👀)
Davey found the little drawing when he was cleaning out his office after his death. He held on to it for the day it would get a tattoo, but he's never been strong enough to go by himself and at the time, he was so distant from the pack. After meeting Angel, he began to accept his death but of corse would still miss him, and Angel went with him to get said tattoo.
This is what it looks like (ignore my signaturd on the drawings lmao), and I didnt put it there bc I didnt think of it at the time but Davey also got Gabriel's death time and date :,)
Angel also wanted to honor Gabe's death(as well as Davey's mom). And I loved how someone on Youtube said that we knew Davey's dad through himself. With all the stories that were shared between listener and Davey. Since Angel felt like they knew Gabe, thy got a tattoo of a honeysuckle flower on the right calf
My Angel oc loves lucky things, like angel numbers (heheh) and manifesting shit. Their lucky numbers are 8 and 18 (because they're mine too 💀)
They woukd see these this numbers everywhere so they got them tattooed on their wrist
My Angel oc was in choir, loves music and singing. They know how to play SEVERAL instruments and taught themself to read sheet music. Their favorite music note is the bass clef
My Angel oc also had two older sisters that unfortunately passed away (that will be explained in my HP and redactedverse fic series)
I nicknamed them Astro(star, oldest) and Luna(moon, middle). In honor of Angel's sisters, they got two little tattooes of a star and a moon on their wrist
Angel has never had real family since their sisters passings. They had a few friends but after school, they never saw them again. Their adoptive dad was so bland and their mother was far away and they honestly loved sork but hated coworkers so they are so alone for half of their life.
Angel finally found family after meeting Davey, and they absolutely adore the Shaw pack, so they doodled around andcreated a symbol using s, h, a, w, and got a tattoo
Tis canon that Angel loves their nickname, and calls themself it as well as others in the pack. Now they would have to get a tattoo symbol of their beloved pet name from Davey
They drew one up and got it tattooed
Angel has one more tattoo on their forearm but thats kind of a spoiler so I wont get into that one. Feel free to question whatever you think it may be :))
Angel plans to get more tattoos but they're not sure of what. And like Davey, they dont get tattoos unless there is a meaning to them.
Davey loves to trace Angel's tattoos, and will listen to Angel babble about their tattoos and where they're from, what they mean, when and how they got them.
That's all the tattoo stuff I got for Angel and Davey :DD
#redacted asmr#redacted davey#redacted david#redacted shaw pack#redactedasmr#redacted angel#redacted milo#redacted sweetheart#redacted asher#redacted babe
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Nexus: ogre slayer. [1/2]
(oh hey look glitches back uploading more of his original work. Well actually it's kind of obvious that I would considering I don't just do Rwby though I am a fan of it considering the fact that I'm making a rewrite. Anyway enjoy these three pages that have all been merged into one.
[Season 1] "ogre beasts?"
After awhile Xander and Johnson headed back to their rides.
"So wait that thing was a uh..." Johnson said trying to remember it's name classification.
"Ogre beast." Xander added. "Ogre beast right duh and what are they actually?" Johnson asked. Xander sighed.
"Okay I can't explain all of your questions but I know a place where they can be answered so get on your ride and follow me" Xander spoke calmly. Johnson noded and they got in their rides, xander having a three wheel motor bike, and Johnson has his motorcycle.
They drove off. As they drove Johnson started noticing more of the city that wasn't just all skyscrapers and buildings there was also some, wildlife? Not only that, there were multiple parks with massive trees but also a lot of other plant life probably wouldn't be surprising if he find more than just raccoons roaming around the streets.
As they continue driving they stopped at a giant building with a glass dome for a roof. The outer walls shape the building into the shape of a violet's bud. It was actually rather beautiful just looking at the building.
"I present the hunter foundation one of many foundations that are all part of a something much bigger and other fancy stuff." Xander said pointing at the beautiful building. Johnson just stared in awe of it.
"Well anyway come on apparently I'm going to have to take you on a tour of the building" Xander continued as he started towards the front door then realize Johnson was still looking at the building and then promptly walked back to drag him to the front door.
When they enter they saw many people with different outfits and weapons on them, not surprising there being weapons cuz this is the "hunter foundation".
As they walked there was a giant boom and everyone in the building looked to see smoke coming from a hall as a male covered in ashes walked out trying to dust himself off with his hands.
"God dammit another Mech blew up" the male said as he got the ashes off, his Cobalt jacket showing more now after getting dusted and the male had silver hair with a similar cobalt eyes.
"You good jay bird?" One of the hunters said. "Does it look like I'm good?!" The male known as Jay retorted.
"Hey bolt!" Xander said catching jays attention, he walked over to xander "sup green bean" jay said shaking Xanders hands.
"Hey uh I got a newbie here and he has no idea what ogre beasts are" Xander said gesturing to Johnson.
Jay noded. He then looked at Johnson and started to inspect him. "Uh what is he doing?" Johnson said. "Doing a pat down. Making sure you ain't going to do something risky" Xander replied.
"Oh" Johnson spoke then jay started patting up his chest. "So....your in the clear, also one how old are you, need to make sure this doesn't come off as illegal" jay said.
"17" Johnson simply said, "oh so your younger than me and xandy boy" jay responded.
"Wait... Xanders older than me?" Johnson said slightly surprised. "Yes I am, just because I'm shorter and look younger doesn't mean I am younger." Xander spoke putting his hands on his hips.
"Wow" Johnson replied, "ok two weird question, you gay?" Jay asked which threw Johnson for a loop. "Uh I'm straight.... Why you ask" Johnson said confused.
"Just making sure you didn't enjoy the pat down~" jay said pretending to flirt and Johnson was not into it.
"Personal space please" Johnson said and jay backed off. "Sorry" jay said, Xander just chuckled at this.
Jay, Xander, and Johnson then went down a hallway and entered what Johnson assumed to be Jays mech garage.
Then again with giant mechanical body parts scattered around the damn place it'd be kind of dumb to not assume that this was a Mech building garage because it was already obvious that this is a mech building garage.
"So what are we here for Xander?" Johnson asked. "You were wondering what the hell ogre beast are remember?" Xander said.
Johnson did a "oh" and then noded. Jay then pulled out a computer and set it on one of his many tables that were just limbs of a mech. Jay opened up the computer and logged in.
Johnson simply tilted his head confused as Jay check some tabs and then closed his computer. "Was that for the ogre Beast thing?" Johnson asked, "no I just looked up a grilled cheese recipe" jay answered with Johnson just staring blankly.
"Anyway to explain ogre beasts is pretty simple basically there's this thing called the ogre virus no one knows who created it nor why it was created. All we know is that it causes a genetic mutation inside of animals causing them to mutate and get bigger and more violent" jay spoke as he fiddled with some thing.
"And it's up to people like me and Jay to hunt these fuglies down and do the good old 'off with their head' treatment" Xander added. "Wait if it's that simple why didn't you just explain it to me" Johnson asked again still confused.
"Well that's just the abridged answer to actually explain it is to go on a scientific blah stuff" Xander answered as Jay face palmed.
"Well since that's all you came here for I'll see you off unless-" jay said then looked at Johnson, "you want to see my builds cutie~" he flirted. "Once again I'm 17" Johnson said bluntly as he backed away.
Jay chuckled as Johnson and Xander left. The two entered the mess hall and sat down at a table.
"So...." Xander spoke as if he was about to ask something. Johnson looked at him "I know we just explained to you in The abridged version of what ogre beast are but uh you want to join?" Xander ask trying not to sound stupid as FuCk.
Johnson just stared.....
And stared
And stared
Xander face palmed and groaned "just answer the question" he spoke. Johnson noded "yeah... Wait does this job pay?" Johnson asked. Xander just looked at him "ya fight giant fucking monsters why would you not get paid?!" He shouted.
"Well you know just seemed like all those cartoons I watched as a tween." Johnson answered. "your a dumbass" Xander groaned out.
10 days later.
It had been awhile since Johnson joined Xander, And he learned some interesting things like for instance.
"WAIT HELL IS REAL?!" Johnson shouted at the revelation that not only ogre beasts exist but HELL ITSELF DOES ASWELL! "Yep sadly it does though you're not at a high enough rank to go there" Xander said as Johnson sighed in relief.
"Now how about some practice! I've been itching to see what you can do with that new sword ya got there" xander continued pointing at Johnson unconventional sword.
Johnson pulled it off his back the blade was thin but big and it had a strange blue glint to it. "I call it gante I had the blacksmith design specifically for me in mind" Johnson said grining.
Continuing with the appearance the reason why it was so unconventional was because the weapon itself was a two-handed saber with the blade looking like it had a razor pattern. You'd think it be breakable but it's not.
The metal was combination of titanium and surprisingly quartz aswell as some iron.
Eventually we see Xander and Johnson head to a field of red and green? roses. Once they arrived Johnson took a stance and prepared gante. Xander unsheathed his blade.
"I am xander oakgreen the emerald tide! Me and my gree gunto will smite your existence" Xander spoke as he and Johnson stared each other down.
"Well if we doing that then I'll introduce myself" Johnson said before cleaning his throat "I am Johnson purgatorio red! I am son of Nora red and Alexander red" he announced and something appeared to click in Xanders head.
Xander then shook his head and got in fighting stance legs wide swords tip facing Johnson and blade beside Xanders head, the tether was detached from the blade.
Johnson did some what the same stance except the blade was pointing up.
They stood there waiting for who would make the first move. Johnson noticed the fault in his stance and realized something.
Johnson smirked as he then rushed forward as Xander got ready, and when Johnson was just close enough xander struck the hilt of his sword, Johnson however placed the flat side of his sword on top of his head and back, his blade blocking the strike from Xanders sword.
Johnson let go of his sword and grabbed onto Xanders legs and used his entire weight to push him off balance, Xander then fell backwards.
Johnson got up and went to get gante but Xander got up and dragged him back, Johnson stumbled back as Xander got into a boxing stance.
When Johnson noticed he got hunched over as if kneeling. Xander did a small "ha" before Johnson sprang at him and tackled him.
Johnson after tackling Xander pinned him to the ground by bringing his left knee and right arm together and holding them tight.
Xander after squirming gave in and tapped Johnson shoulder. He let go and got off the brunette letting him catch his breath.
"God damn where the hell you learned that?!" Xander asked panting. "Uh I guess with my brother" Johnson said.
"Bullshit!" Xander shouted which startled Johnson, "I know you must have had some kind of training because one I finally know why your last name was familiar and two no body can wrestle like that by just wrestling with their bro" he continued.
"Wait how is my last name familiar" Johnson asked as Xander groaned and goes to a mail bin of an abandoned building, he walked backed to Johnson and opened the news paper and showed him a article about a Alexander re- wait.
THAT WAS JOHNSONS POPS!
"WAIT THATS MY OLD MAN!" Johnson voiced in utter shock as Xander covered his ears. "Maybe don't shout to the heavens please" Xander said irritated.
"Sorry, but I knew my dad was rich and all but not famous rich." Johnson spoke. "Well my amigo he is and you are son of the dude." Xander said as he wrapped his arm around the boys neck.
"Well anyway that was some good practice" Xander said, "you mean your ass getting handed to you gourmet style?" Johnson said smirking as Xander turned red with annoyance.
"Ha, ha, shut up ya toddler, atleast I get bitches." Xander said, "I highly doubt any of that" Johnson retorted. As they went to their places to stay.
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i noticed you started uploading to ao3! I'm glad to see it, I'm always afraid of a tumblr purge. I know its an old piece so you might not still like it, but i think your Sweet Tofu fic from dark-side-blog2 is really good and would love to see it preserved on ao3? Anyway sorry to bother you
I've got you! I've uploaded the sweet tofu fic to my Ao3, along with some other food fantasy fics. I am still proud of my sweet tofu fic-- and all the little things I wrote on him! Its why I made that mastertag post-- so I can read all the stuff I think is too small for the Ao3. He's so fun to write for, even though he's one of the older characters in the game so he's pretty well-trod territory in the fandom.
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