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What About Me? Ch. 4

Sorry it took so long guys. Been working on asks and some personal things have been kicking me in the ass. I'm hoping to get most of my asks out today so I can focus on this fic a little more. As always, I love you guys and hope you enjoy!!

Gangle talked with you for hours, making you feel much more comfortable. You had some knowledge as to how this place worked, now. You knew who was who, how they acted, and the parameters of what is considered “inappropriate” and would get you in trouble. 

Eventually, she stood up, stretching. You snorted to yourself, why would ribbons need stretching? She picked up her liners and whatever paper she hadn’t drawn on, “It’s pretty late, though,” she yawned, despite the fact feeling tired wasn’t digitally possible, “I’m going to head to bed.”

“Alright,” you agree, hopping out of bed to walk her to your door. You did this out of habit: every time your friends were leaving in the real world, you would accompany them to the door. She giggled as you walked her to the door.

“Madam,” you fake an accent, bowing as you opened it for her. Gangle only laughed harder, walking from the room, “Why, thank you!” You stand upright again, waving as she trotted up the hall, “See you tomorrow!”

She waved back, “Yeah, definitely!” and slipped into her own bedroom. You pause a moment, just in case she forgot something, but she didn’t pop back out. Almost instinctively, you look down the other side of the hall. A door closed rather suddenly, making you jump. You hadn’t heard or seen anyone coming, and Gangle didn’t say anything if she had.

The fact someone had been watching you didn’t frighten you. No, it was the fact they didn’t want to be seen that made you uneasy. Your eyebrows knit together, but you decide to man up and see who it was. You ignore the little voice in your head screaming at you this is how people die in horror movies!

“Can’t die here,” you mutter under your breath, reassuring yourself a tiny bit. Reaching the door, you stop in surprise; Jax’s door stared you down, his annoying smile present even in the image that adorned it.

You raised your fist, about to knock, but stopped suddenly. There was a shadow under the door, indicating that someone was standing relatively close to it. You chicken out immediately, dropping your arm and speedwalking back towards your room, slipping inside and closing the door as quietly as possible.

You place a hand on your chest, breathing deeply to calm your anxiety. You wander to your bed, falling face-first into it. You grunt, realizing that it was a lot more of a smack than you had thought it would be. People in fanfictions did it all the time, you just copied it.

You shake your head to clear it, wrapping yourself in your sheets and snuggling down. You didn’t feel like getting lost in another existential crisis today. You yawn, surprising yourself. Maybe it was to make everyone feel normal. Your eyes droop, and you soon find yourself drifting into a deep sleep.

You were awoken to a loud banging on your door. You jolt upright, eyes wide, confused and still half asleep. “Wake up, sleeping beauty, everyone else has been up for hours.”

You grumble, trudging to the door, your blanket still wrapped around you. You swing your door open, glaring at the one on the other side.

“Jax. Was waking me like that really worth making me jump out of my skin?” His grin only widened, “Absoluetly, it’s what i was goin’ for.” You roll your eyes and toss your blanket on the ground, “I’m awake now,” you grump, shoving past Jax roughly and heading up the hallway. 

You ignore his blatantly, knowing very well he was following you. He had to rush a bit to catch up with you, but soon was walking beside you, beat for beat. “What was that for? You never been woken up by your parents or something?”

The only response you give is a rather sour expression. You wouldn’t even look at him, let alone speak. You swore you saw his face drop a bit, but he recovered quickly enough. “Didn’t you ever learn manners? You’re supposed to talk back, remember?”

Ignoring him once more, you round the corner to the main hall. You perk up immediately, seeing exactly who you were looking for. “Gangle! Ragartha!” you chirp, running over, leaving Jax in the dust.

“Oh, hey! You’re a lot happier than yesterday!” Ragatha smiles sweetly. “Oh, definitely. Gangle and I hung out all day!” Gangle giggled, “I was just telling her, actually!” 

You noticed Jax hadn’t moved from where you left him. He was just… standing there, looking at the little group you’d formed. He honestly looked disappointed, or maybe sad, or even abandoned. That was it, abandoned. Something about his expression made regret nibble at your chest.

“Are you coming or not?” you call to him, hoping you wouldn’t regret it. But seeing him perk up, before playing it cool as he headed to you, you knew you weren’t going to. You can handle this guy.

“Heh, sure, if you want me that bad,” he stopped beside you, crossing his arms, “what’s up, dollface? Crybaby?” Alright, maybe a bit of regret. “Don’t call Gangle crybaby,” you snap. You didn’t say anything about Ragatha, knowing she could handle herself. Besides, she didn’t seem to care about her own nickname.

“(Y/N) was nice enough to ask for you to be here, are you seriously going to ruin it by being a jerk?” Jax lifts his hands in a gesture of mock surrender, “Alright, alright!” You see him glance at you, it’s quick but you notice it. Ragatha seems to have seen it as well, and backs down a bit, “Thought so,” she adds with a grin.

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To Be Loved - 03

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⤑ pairing: namjoon x reader (a bit of reader x jungkook) ⤑ genre: hybrid au, romance, hurt/comfort ⤑ rating: 18+ ⤑ word count: 6.3k ⤑ warnings: hybrids are seen as sub-human, brief descriptions of abuse throughout the chapter, a bit of angst, the boys are very guarded and kind of mean toward the reader, reader is stress lol ⤑ note: sorry for the delay in this chapter, it's been really hectic these past few weeks being sick and super busy. i'm curious what your thoughts are and what you guys think namjoon is! also, i hope you all have a safe and warm holiday full of delicious food!

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Dinner is served.

Laid out across the table is a small feast consisting of homegrown vegetables from their garden, hand-picked fruits of the season, grilled fish caught from a nearby river, roasted poultry and cooked eggs, and homemade brew that’s been aging in their cellar. Food that’s clearly been hunted and gathered from around the manor.

“You two are our guests,” Rap Monster says to you and Jungkook from the head of the table, sitting directly across from you. “Please feel free to help yourselves.”

He glances over at the wolf hybrid and gives him a tiny nod. The eldest among the pack picks up his utensils and begins to put food on his plate, and the others soon follow suit, reaching for whatever appeals to their appetites. Even Jungkook begins to pile up on the food he’s been eyeing since they’ve been set down before him, and then passes the dish to you, starving after everything you’ve both been through since you’ve ventured off the main roads.

“This is seriously so good!” Jungkook praises between bites. His eyebrows are furrowed together, as if he’s angry at how incredibly tasty everything is.

“You’re just hungry,” the leopard hybrid remarks, shoulders raising a bit as he puts some fish on his plate.

“Thank you for cooking,” you add softly, though you’re not really sure who to direct it to. Jimin had mentioned that someone named Seokjin and someone named Yoongi prepared tonight’s meal. The deer hybrid only stares at you with a frown, the leopard hybrid doesn’t even bother to make eye-contact with you, and the wolf hybrid merely nods his head without saying anything back.

The table is relatively quiet, but you can tell that it’s a level of silence they’re not used to. Although the pack of hybrids try not to make it too obvious, you can tell they’re all observing you closely.

It starts to make you feel self-conscious as you bite into an apple, not really tasting the food but going through the motions of it.

You hate attention. You’ve always had.

The pressure of everyone’s eyes on you, watching your every move, and judging your every word and action makes your skin crawl, constricts your breath, and knots your stomach. Whenever you’re forced into the spotlight – Kangdae dangling you around like a pretty thing to envy – you keep your gaze on the ground. Your voice starts to tremble. You hear people asking what’s wrong with you.

As your eyes burn on the plate, you realize that’s what’s happening now. The hybrids are making you as nervous as you’re probably making them.

Humans, after all, are the most dangerous threat to them.

“My name is Jimin.”

To your right, opposite of Jungkook, the swan hybrid speaks. He seems to sense your uneasiness and then gestures for the others to follow.

Next to him, the bear hybrid grunts, “Taehyung.”

“Seokjin,” says the wolf hybrid, gnawing on a bone.

“I’m Hoseok,” the deer hybrid pipes up from the other side of the table, across the wolf.

“Yoongi,” the leopard hybrid calls himself, sitting between Hoseok and Jungkook.

Across from you, at the other end of the table, the one you know as Rap Monster merely smiles. The dimples on his cheeks are deep as he looks at his pack fondly before his colorful eyes meet your gaze. “I don’t go by Rap Monster anymore, so you can call me by my real name. It’s Namjoon.”

Namjoon.

Finally, you have the name of the mysterious rapper.

You tell them your name, and Jungkook finishes the round of introductions with his. With one question answered, another one pops up. This time, from you. “How do you all know each other?”

The air shifts with a sudden tension, and you instantly regret the words leaving your mouth. It feels like you’ve come across a taboo topic. Information that, perhaps, none of them feel comfortable sharing with a human. You can see, by some of the emotions that cross their faces, that it hadn’t been easy for them to get here.

“The short story is that I took them all in,” Namjoon explains lightly. “Society isn’t exactly kind to creatures like us. Humans only see us as abominations. A lot of them can be unnecessarily cruel to the things they’re afraid of. To the things they don’t understand. I found them and I offered them a place in my home.”

“Which brings us to question,” Seokjin interrupts, his yellow eyes practically glowing when he looks at you, “what brought you into our territory?”

It’s a question they all seem to be wondering. Even before the car accident in the woods.

The words get stuck in your throat. 

Taehyung crosses his arms. He looks broader when he does that. More intimidating. “We don’t allow humans to come anywhere near this place.”

“But she’s not like other humans!” Jungkook speaks up on your behalf, eyes wide as if that would help convince them of his plight. “She’s really nice, and she’s my friend.”

“Jungkook,” you start, your voice barely above a whisper. You want to stop him. To tell him that he doesn’t need to defend you. That you understand their hostility, and that you swear you’ll be gone as soon as the storm stops.

His ear twitches toward you, showing that he’s heard you, but he decides to ignore you.

“I was in bad shape when I met her, but she helped me. She treated my wounds after my owner nearly…” He shudders, unable to finish his sentence. Given the bruises and cuts on his face, and the welts and scars on his body, it’s not hard to imagine what could’ve happened. Or how far his owner would’ve gone to hurt him. “She fed me too. And bought me ice cream and banana milk.”

Seokjin snorts at that. For a brief second, Hoseok and Taehyung look a little amused by his last comment. Whereas Yoongi and Jimin visibly frown as they look more closely at Jungkook’s wounds. Namjoon’s eyes meet yours for a moment, and you feel your heart flutter before he turns to Jungkook and gives him a nod, encouraging him to go on.

“And she’s been trying to find a safe place to take me to,” he continues, turning to look at you. There’s gratitude in his eyes when he does. “We were trying to take a shortcut through the woods, but it was raining so hard and we could barely see where we were going. We’re both just trying to get away from our bad humans.”

By the silence that follows, you’re not entirely sure if they believe you’re a good person yet. That, despite Jungkook trying to defend your honor, there’s still a bit of skepticism over a human helping a hybrid out of the goodness from their heart. After everything they must have gone through by the hands of those who try to control them, you can’t blame them at all for feeling jaded.

“I believe it,” is all Namjoon says. His gaze is fixed on you now, and again, you start to feel nervous at the attention. But… not in an entirely unwanted way. “You were kind to me once before, too.”

For years, the old manor has been something straight out of a storybook. A beautiful, old home, stuck in time, untouched by humans. Deep in the woods and hard to find unless you know your way to it. Forgotten, but with a timeless and enchanting charm.

It begins with Namjoon, who discovers it. And then Yoongi, who helps him rebuild and restore it. Then, they find Hoseok, and for a while, it’s just the three of them. But that all changes when they meet Jimin and Taehyung and take them in at the same time. And finally, Seokjin joins their pack.

One by one, the hybrids have contributed and worked together to make this abandoned place their own. You see the way they protect each other, how they take care of each other. Humans haven’t stepped near their secret haven for years, and yet, here you are – an intruding threat to their sanctuary. A walking reminder of what they’ve run away from.

Yoongi, captured and thrown into a cage, about to be sent overseas in cargo to be auctioned off had he not managed to escape from his captives.

Hoseok, left for dead by the hands of hunters, antlers forcibly cut by the time Namjoon and Yoongi find him barely breathing.

Jimin and Taehyung running away from a shelter that was abusing the hybrids, starving them out, depriving them of basic essentials, and throwing them into tiny, cramped spaces before they’re next in line to be euthanized.

And Seokjin, forced to become a lone wolf after violently losing his home, family, and everything he knows to the greed of humans until he finally found the others.

“If you need anything, don’t be afraid to ask,” Namjoon assures you, clearing the plates away from dinner to wash. “I want you to feel comfortable while you’re here.”

“I appreciate it, Namjoon. Thank you,” you tell him sincerely. He grins at you, practically beaming as his name rolls off your tongue. You can’t help but smile back at him, although shyly.

It’s strange how flustered you feel around him.

“Can we look around?” Jungkook asks, coming up between you and Namjoon. He looks at him curiously as the two of you finally look away from each other.

“Of course. Jimin? Mind showing them around?” Namjoon asks the swan hybrid, who just finishes up wiping down the table.

He looks a bit surprised, but nods his head. “Oh. Sure. Let me finish this up and I’ll be right with you guys.”

“I’ll go with you guys,” Taehyung offers, glancing at you for a brief moment before he finishes up sweeping.

“What about you?” you ask. Not that you don’t mind Jimin. He’s been nice to you. Taehyung as well, though out of obligation.

You were just hoping to spend more time with Namjoon.

“I’ll catch up with you later,” he promises as he looks at the other hybrids, all pretending they aren’t listening to the conversation. “I need to make sure no one else followed you here.”

As requested, Jimin and Taehyung show you and Jungkook around the manor.

The east wing is where you’ll be staying. The room that you woke up in is yours, and Jungkook has his own room near you. Dinner is at the same time every evening, and it is expected that the two of you will join the rest of the pack. There are many rooms that make this place feel like a modern castle: a ballroom with a grand piano, a lounge room with board games, puzzles, a pool table, and old gaming consoles, a conservatory with curtainless windows, table tennis, a seating area, and a greenhouse.

You can see that Jungkook is fascinated with the manor as much as you are. Maybe even more so. His eyes practically sparkle with excitement when he sees a familiar game that he played as a child, or that cheeky smile on his face when he asks if you can dance or play any instruments in the ballroom. You see Jimin and Taehyung eager to show him the cool stuff around the manor too, and you suspect that at one point, they’ve forgotten you’re on this tour as well.

Still, it’s so nice to see Jungkook smiling and laughing. Despite everything he’s been through, there’s still an endearing, childlike innocence to him. A shy, friendly aura that makes him so approachable and well-liked.

You can see him being very happy here. Even if you’re not in the picture.

“What’s over there?” Jungkook asks, curious as he nods toward the west wing.

“Oh, that place is off-limits,” Taehyung explains without giving it a second glance. “No one is allowed to go there.”

You’re a bit surprised by that. The west wing looks completely normal from where you stand. “Why not?”

“It just is,” Taehyung cuts in a little harshly as he glares at you. Your mouth immediately snaps shut, a bit hurt and taken aback by the outburst.

“You’re free to go anywhere else in the manor,” Jimin adds, trying to drop the topic. His voice is gentler as he shoots his companion a warning glance. “Just not the west wing. Understand?”

You merely nod your head, not trusting your voice at this point.

While the hybrids like Jungkook, it’s clear that they don’t feel the same about you. And you’re not certain they ever will.

As the tour continues, you can’t help but notice the other hybrids’ reactions when you come within their personal spaces in the manor. Yoongi stares at you from the high wooden beams on the ceiling. His spotted tail slowly swishes back and forth in distrust as his glaring, feline eyes never leave yours. Hoseok hides from you whenever he hears you approaching. He’s so scared, he’s trembling as you catch his wide-eyed, petrified gaze, and the guilt of almost hurting him weighs more heavily on you. Seokjin covers his mouth to hold back a low growl when you come near his room. His body is tense and his lips are curled back into a snarl. Even Taehyung is only accompanying you to make sure that Jimin is safe. That you won’t harm his dear friend.

Rain continues to heavily pour outside. You wish that the storm would die down already. Clearly, you’re not welcomed here.

A hand touches the small of your back, and you raise your head to see Jungkook giving you a tiny, comforting smile. Just like at the motel stop with the scary men, he subtly assures you that he has your back.

You give him a wry smile back, squeezing his arm in appreciation. It’s a silent exchange that doesn’t go unnoticed by the other two hybrids with you.

“This is our last stop,” Jimin announces as he and Taehyung open the double-doors. Your eyes widen in awe at the sight before you.

A library.

There are two levels, and both have standing shelves full of books. Art pieces that look like they belong in museums decorate the room as well, from busts of philosophers to exquisite paintings hung on the walls. In the center is a large couch that looks cozy enough to sink into, curled up with a good book. It’s a place much bigger and prettier than the tiny book nook in your town.

“Wow…” You step inside, mood instantly lifting as you marvel at the sight before you. You could spend months here, just trying to read through the massive collection. “This is amazing!”

Jungkook looks surprised. “You think so?”

“Is it okay if I look around?”

Jimin and Taehyung exchange looks with each other, but they nod their heads. You disappear into the nearest aisle, browsing around. Your fingers run across the spines of books and their printed titles before landing on the ones that catch your interest. Things that were in your to-read list, things that you’ve just discovered now, things that you fondly remember reading before.

To the two residential hybrids, it’s probably one of the more boring parts of the manor, yet you’re absolutely enthralled by the room.

“Are there any comics?” Jungkook shyly asks, and Taehyung’s eyes brighten a bit as he takes his wrist and shows him where they are. The two leave Jimin alone as he watches you with curiosity.

“That’s funny,” he says to himself before he follows after the other hybrids. “This is his favorite room too.”

Sleep doesn’t come easy for you. Not tonight, at least.

After everything you’ve been through – running away from Kangdae, being on the road for days, looking for the perfect home for Jungkook, being careful to cover your tracks and not get caught, and finally ending up here – you’d think you would’ve been knocked out by now, exhausted from everything.

But as you turn to face the window, the relentless storm outside seems to reflect the turmoil you feel.

The storm won’t last forever. You’ll probably be here for two or three nights. Maybe a week at most. Then, as soon as the rainy days clear up, you’ll be out of here.

But Jungkook should stay.

As you toured around the manor with Jimin and Taehyung, it’s so clear to you that this place could be exactly what you two were hoping to find for him. A place to call home.

The hybrids provide for each other. They take care of each other. And they’ve clearly taken a liking to Jungkook. He’ll have his meals, a warm bed in his own room, plenty of fun things to do, friends to talk to. He’ll be happy here with them.

You turn to face the ceiling, already dreading the inevitable conversation you’ll have to have with him. He’s become your friend, and someone you care a lot about. You just hope he won’t be so stubborn and make it harder for you to let him go.

Especially since the other hybrids don’t like you as much. Or rather, at all. In fact, you’re pretty sure they’re eager for the storm to pass as much as you are so that you can leave their secret haven.

The mean looks some of them give you. The way they snarl and hiss and tremble at your presence. It feels like there isn’t anything you can do about it. Even if Namjoon allows you to stay, even if Jungkook is there to vouch for you, they’ll just hate you no matter what, simply because you’re human.

You sigh. You can’t force them to like you, of course, and you don’t blame them for being weary of you. But the bigger problem seems to be how you’re going to get out of the woods without a car. With your face all over the news. With Kangdae’s family exhausting all their efforts to look for you.

And as you roll to face the door, you think about Namjoon.

He’s as much of a mystery to you now as he was back then. He has a charisma that commands the room, that makes it obvious that he’s the leader of the pack. That alone has all the hybrids respect him and look up to him. And to top it off, he’s also so kind for letting you and Jungkook in, for making you both feel comfortable in his home.

You can’t remember the last time Kangdae treated you as nicely. He was always so selfish and cruel, and you feel foolish to think that’s what love was.

When in reality, ever since you finally left him, you realize you know nothing about love at all. You thought, if you stayed with him long enough, you could learn to love him. That you could learn how to be loved back.

But the pitiful ache in your heart only makes you realize that, at least with Kangdae, there was never any love at all. 

And yet, Namjoon…

With a finality, you throw the covers off of you. Since you can’t sleep, you decide to do something else to force your thoughts away.

You try your best to avoid the creaks on the floor as you quietly sneak out of the room. The halls of the east wing are dark, but luckily, you aren’t met with any grumpy hybrids just yet. As quietly as possible, you shut the door to your room and try to navigate through the shadowy hall, trying to remember where exactly the library is located in the huge manor.

However, your endeavor is halted when you hear voices at the end of the hall.

“You could be a little nicer to her,” Jimin begins, standing near a window where the moonlight illuminates his face. The tone in his voice sounds like he’s disappointed.

Standing before him is no one other than Taehyung. “She’s human.”

“She could be—” Jimin starts, but lowers his voice. You barely hear him as he tells Taehyung, “I think she’s it.”

His eyes widen a little, seeming to know exactly what he’s talking about.

“You think she’s—” An abrupt silence follows when they sense they’re not alone. Both of them turn to you. Even in the darkness, you think they can still see you. Then, Taehyung confirms they can when he asks, “Little human, where do you think you’re going?”

“I can’t sleep,” you reply honestly. On cue, the rumble of thunder ominously rolls in, sounding like the roar of a beast. You’re vaguely reminded of the sound that spooked Jungkook right before the accident, and you wonder if whatever it was is still out there.

“Are you afraid of the storm?” Jimin asks with a tilt of his head.

“It’s not that.” You don’t mind the rain or the sound of thunder, especially if you can stay safe and cozy indoors, sheltered from the bad weather. Under other circumstances, you might even enjoy the ambiance it brings in the background of a good book. “I think I just want to read something before I go to bed.”

“Are you afraid of us?” Taehyung suddenly asks you. His eyes glowering as he waits for your response.

But you look confused. “What do you mean?”

“Do you think we’re monsters?”

“Taehyung,” Jimin warns with a frown. He turns back to you, opening his mouth as if he’s about to tell you to just forget about his friend’s question.

“You’re not monsters,” you tell him seriously, without hesitation, without looking away. Your answer surprises not just the two hybrids before you, but also the ones in the shadows, listening in. “None of you are.”

You love books.

From the stories that your parents would read you to sleep, to the short stories full of childlike adventure and wonder, and later opening up to genres of drama, horror, fantasy, and romance. Even now, you love immersing yourself in the worlds of writers, escaping and overcoming trails that aren’t your own, and imagining yourself as the main character with every page you turn. It’s something that you can’t get enough of.

You love the weight of a book in your hand, the smooth texture of paper beneath your fingertips, and the earthy, musty smell of aged and worn pages that’ve been sitting on their shelves. You love being so captured by a story, you forget everything else around you, hung to every inked word across the page until the final conclusion.

Entering the library for the first time, surrounded by one of your favorite things, brings you a comfort that you haven’t felt in a long time.

Kangdae never understood your fascination with books. He couldn’t relate to that interest at all, finding it boring and a waste of time. It got harder to indulge in reading when you were with him. There were always chores to do after a long day at work that he never bothered to help with, or spontaneous trips and outings that he’d drag you to just so he can ignore you for his friends and other pretty women throughout the night. Even the books you do own, Kangdae never respected them – he never did with any of your belongings – throwing them when he was mad until the pages were bent and torn from the bindings, or using them as coasters or to spill his drinks on.

Finding yourself in a place like this brings you back to a time before you ever met Kangdae. Where no one really knew you, and you could quietly indulge yourself in the stories you’ve always loved.

Of all the books in the library, one of them catches your eye.

It’s your favorite one. The one about a far-off place with daring sword fights and a prince in disguise.

Your eyes widen in disbelief as you hold the book in your hands, flipping through the pages. It’s been well-kept, as have all the other books here. Unlike the copy you had at your home, ruined beyond repair. As you skim through the pages, the story immediately jumps out at you. The descriptions make it easy to imagine, and the flow of words make it hard to put the book down.

Even though you’ve read this story countless times, it never gets old. Because within the pages, entwined with all the action, adventure, and drama, is a love story.

To be loved and to be loved in return.

You’ve always wished for something like that for yourself.

All you’ve ever known about love is from Kangdae. The misery, the arguments, the fear, the anger. You think that’s just the reality of what love is supposed to be. But at least in this story, love seems nice. Even if it’s only fiction.

“That’s a good one.”

You’re startled when Namjoon appears beside you, looking at the book that you have in your hands. He looks wet, as if he’s been outside. Water drips from his soaked clothes, but he doesn’t seem bothered by it at all.

You smile at him sheepishly and admit, “It’s actually my favorite.”

He returns your smile. Those deep dimples pop up on his cheeks as he offers, “If you want it, it’s yours.”

“Oh! Thank you, I appreciate it, but I really can’t,” you decline, although very touched and almost tempted by the gift. “I don’t know how I can repay you for letting us stay here until the storm passes.”

“You don’t need to repay me anything,” he assures you sincerely. Perhaps to him, he’s just returning the favor you did for him years ago.

“I should at least give you money or something.” You don’t have much on you, though. Just whatever is left of what you’ve been secretly saving up.

Namjoon seems to consider it, but then, almost a bit shyly, he asks, “What about a date instead?”

You’re not entirely sure what Namjoon is thinking when he asks you on a date.

It’s still raining outside. Thunder, lightning, strong winds, and all. Even if you could leave the old manor, there isn’t anywhere to go. You’re surrounded by a thick forest in the middle of nowhere.

Still, Namjoon has you close your eyes.

His big, strong, and incredibly warm hands take yours in his, as he guides you to wherever he plans to take you. He smells like rain, and his clothes are still slightly damp from patrolling outside.

Your footsteps echo together in the quiet manor as he leads you out of the library. You can feel his gaze on your face, making sure you don’t ruin his surprise, and taking in all your features up close. And you bite back a giggle when you hear him bump into things every now and then before quickly assuring you that he’s okay and reminding you not to open your eyes yet.

“Watch your step,” he warns as he takes you somewhere colder. You clumsily stumble over the step anyway, nearly falling if it isn’t for his hands steadying you.

“Namjoon, where—?”

“Okay,” he says with a baited breath. “Open your eyes.”

Connected to the curtainless sunroom with the tennis table and the comfortable seating area is a greenhouse. You noticed it when Jimin and Taehyung showed you around earlier, but you didn’t have a chance to look inside. Namjoon smiles eagerly as he shows you his private, indoor garden: the bonsai trees that are starting to bloom with flowers, monstera plants standing tall with giant leaves, and bundles of flowers like roses, snapdragons, and lilies.

“Wow, Namjoon,” you say in awe, looking around. It feels like walking into the library for the first time, marveling at the magic the room brings. “These are beautiful.”

“I grew them myself,” Namjoon proudly states, rubbing his neck shyly. “They’re nothing compared to Hoseok and Jimin’s garden, but I thought I should still show you this place. I like coming here when I have a lot on my mind.”

“I can see why,” you remark. It’s nice here. All the flowers and plants look like they’re well-taken care of, healthy and thriving despite the ominous weather conditions. You come across a flower that you’ve never seen before. It looks like a cross between a lily and a rose, iridescent in color but with a thing of blue and purple. Their leaves and stems shine green like emeralds. “What are these?”

“Pretty, right? I call them smeraldo flowers,” he explains. His eyes light up with the way you admire them. “In the language of flowers, they mean non potevo dire la verità – the truth that couldn’t be told.”

“I’ve never seen anything like them.” You carefully touch the soft, delicate petal of the flower. They almost look like they’re made of magic.

“They’re beautiful like you.”

You look up at Namjoon just then, a bit surprised by the compliment. He seems a bit embarrassed, trying to hide his face as if he hadn’t meant to say those words out loud.

You’ve been called beautiful before. Sometimes, you think your natural beauty is all that Kangdae sees in you. It’s the only reason he ever tried to pursue you. But hearing it from Namjoon, who seems sincere with his words and intentions, it feels different.

It feels nice.

“I don’t know about that. These are very beautiful flowers,” you reply with a shy smile. “But thank you, Namjoon. You’re really kind.”

“I know the other guys are having a… difficult time adjusting to you. We haven’t had a guest here in a long time, especially a human one,” Namjoon tries to justify on their behalf. “They’re not bad, though. None of us are. So, you don’t need to be afraid while you’re here. But if you ever feel lost or scared, you can always come here. This place, these flowers, they bring me comfort. I hope they do the same for you.”

“Thanks Namjoon,” you repeat with a small smile. He really is so kind to you. “And I get it. Don’t worry. I don’t know what any of them have been through, but I don’t blame them for being cautious of me.”

Although you haven’t had many encounters with hybrids before, you know of the mistreatment they’ve endured from humans. How they’re treated like outcasts, and are constantly on the threat of being enslaved as laborers, entertainers, or pets. You see them protesting for their rights, and how laws constantly change to their disadvantage. 

But if you’ve learned anything while being with Jungkook, it’s that he isn’t too different from you. He likes to sing and dance to music while you’re driving, he snores in his sleep, he loves the taste of banana milk and ice cream.

It hurts a little, but you understand why they’re weary of you. Why the hybrids aren’t able to easily trust you the way they can trust Jungkook, even though he’s just as much of a stranger to them as you are.

“You really are different from other humans,” Namjoon states with intrigue. The look in his colorful eyes is full of warmth and sincerity.

“I don’t think I’m doing anything different than what any decent person would do.”

“It’s because not a lot of humans treat us like decent people,” Namjoon explains again with a sad smile. “You know, you humans are so fascinating to me. You build grand cities with tall skyscrapers, you create beautiful art pieces that evoke feelings and different interpretations to your work, you write countless moving stories of wisdom, fantasy, and poetry. I wanted to be a rapper because I felt like I needed my voice to be heard in this world. All the anger I felt about being born a hybrid, all the sadness and loneliness I felt from being shunned away, all the fear of never being able to be heard or accepted. I went to the underground to prove that I can be as good as the humans are. That my voice is just as worthy to be heard as theirs.”

“It is worthy,” you tell him firmly. “I still remember the night I saw you perform so clearly. You were the best one out of all of them. Even better than some professional rappers in the industry these days.”

He looks away bashfully, but quietly replies, “Thank you. I’m glad you think so.”

“After the incident,” you start, both of you recalling that night when people discovered that he was a hybrid, “I was hoping that I’d see you again.”

“I had hoped to see you too.”

The confession is soft, but you still hear it over the sound of rain and thunder. In the greenhouse, standing in the garden where loneliness is in full bloom, you feel something stir inside you. Something warm. Something real.

You can’t place your finger on why. But you start to think about the meaning of love.

And you have to wonder, has Namjoon been thinking about you this whole time? Does he remember that night he met you as clearly as you do? Is that why he’s so welcoming to bring you into his home? Is that why he’s been so kind to you?

“Namjoon?”

“Yes?”

His eyes are so mesmerizing, you don’t realize the rain has stopped. That the roars of thunder and flashes of lightning have suddenly died down. That all you can hear is your own heartbeat in your chest as you look up at the handsome man before you.

“What kind of hybrid are you, if you don’t mind me asking?”

For the other hybrids, it’s obvious what they are: Seokjin is a wolf, Yoongi is a leopard, Hoseok is a deer, Jimin is a swan, Taehyung is a bear, and Jungkook is a bunny. But Namjoon, who mostly looks human, you have a hard time figuring out what he could be.

“I’m a beast. A miserable, ugly beast.”

Your brows furrow slightly. “I don’t think you’re—”

“But I am,” he interrupts with a frown. He looks at you seriously. “Trust me. You don’t want to see me in that form. You’ll be scared.”

You want to disagree. But you can tell that he doesn’t want to talk about the side of himself that he seems to hate so much, so you drop it. “Sorry for bringing it up.”

“No, it’s okay. I knew you’d be curious.” He sighs and rubs his neck again, seeming a bit torn with himself. A clash of thunder sounds from the distance, as if the storm is about to pick up again. As if the anger and sadness in the skies reflect Namjoon himself. “It’s just… if I had it my way, you’d never have to see it. You’ll always remember me the way that you see me now.”

You nod your head in understanding. Perhaps that’s why you’re also forbidden to go into the west wing. Maybe the truth of what kind of beast he is lies in that area.

Your gaze turns back to the smeraldo flowers. Under the moonlight, they almost look like they’re glowing with an ethereal and tragic beauty Flowers that mean an untold truth. Somehow, that makes you feel a little sad.

“Whether you’re a beast or a human, you’re not a monster, Namjoon.”

He smiles at you sadly. “I wish I could believe that. But thank you.”

The spontaneous “date” comes to an end, and like a gentleman, Namjoon walks you up to the east wing and stops in front of your bedroom.

Before you go inside, you turn to face him. “I had a nice time, Namjoon.”

You mean it, too. Quiet nights in, looking at beautiful flowers in the garden, sharing book recommendations in the library. It’s the perfect night for you.

“You don’t have to go after the storm ends,” Namjoon suddenly tells you. “You can stay here if you want. Both you and Jungkook.”

“I don’t know, Namjoon. Your pack—”

“I’ll talk to them. I’m sure they’ll come around to the idea,” he starts, looking like he wants to add more to it. Because, for some reason, you’re very special to him.

“It’s not just that.”

He’s already done so much for you already. There’s no way you’ll be able to repay him.

“How about we make a deal?”

You pause, looking at him with hesitance. “What kind of deal?”

“I don’t want your money, or do anything that you won’t feel comfortable with,” he quickly assures you. “The woods are dangerous, and the storm isn’t going to stop anytime soon. At least here, you’ll be safe. You’ll have your own room, you can have dinner with us, you’re free to wander the east wing and use the common rooms. All I ask is that you go on another date with me tomorrow night. And the night after, if you still decide to stay.”

You think about it. It seems like the best option for now.

You’ll still be hidden from Kangdae and the people looking for you. You’ll be safe from the wolves and other predators lurking in the deep, dark woods. You won’t have to say goodbye to Jungkook so soon, and you can spend another night like this with Namjoon.

“Why would you want me to stay when I’m human?” you ask him.

“Humans are fascinating. You’re fascinating,” Namjoon admits with a shy smile. “I just want to get to know you more.”

“I don’t think I’m that interesting of a human.” You can’t build skyscrapers, you can’t create masterpieces, and you can’t write stories the way your favorite authors do. “You’ll be disappointed.”

“I won’t. Because you’re you.” He seems so sure of that.

You smile a little at that.

“I’ll consider it,” you decide, heart fluttering as you half-joke, “I feel like you’re trying to make me fall in love with you.”

“You won’t,” Namjoon softly says, also just as sure. The way he looks at you makes your heart ache. “Why would someone as beautiful as you ever love a beast like me?”

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[kiss-theggoat]

Think I’ll Keep You

Bo Sinclair x Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Summary: You and your friends end up in a tiny town called Ambrose, and you think the gas station attendant Bo is possibly the hottest guy alive. He seems to think the same about you.

Warnings: 18+, Suggestive, Canon typical violence, DubCon, She/Her pronouns used ( Bo refers to reader as “girl” once, the rest is gn)

“There’s a little gas station up around the bend there. Bo should have a fan belt.”

You nodded, turning to your best friend, Stacy, and her boyfriend, Michael. Your other two friends decided to stay back with the car where the road was washed out. You were all a little sketched out by the guy who had given you directions, his clothes and skin covered in dirt, a knife sticking from his belt, and the pungent smell of roadkill absolutely radiating off of his every pore.

The walk to the gas station was relatively short. The first impression you had of the town was tiny and grimey. If this is where that guy was from, his appearance made more sense to you now. Stacy bumped your shoulder as you approached the gas station door, rubbing her own arm with a scrunched up look on her face. “Maybe that guy was lying… I’m not sure listening to someone who had hooves hanging from his rear view mirror was a good idea.”

You shrugged it off, trying not to let her anxiety rub off on you. “As long as we stay together, we should be fine.” You reassure her, pushing the creaky door open. Michael made a noise to agree with you. He was a man of few words, which is why he wasn’t particularly your favorite person ever.

“Hello?” You called out, sounding quieter than you had originally intended. The gas station looked a little bit less decrepit than the rest of the town, but still had its fair share of dust and grime. You could hear faint music playing from somewhere deeper inside the building, and from the sound of it, it seemed like something you’d recognize.

Stacy held onto Michael’s arm while they both followed you. Your steps were hesitant as you made your way back towards the door to the garage. The glass on the door was covered in dirt, making it impossible to look through. Was everything in Ambrose caked in mud? You tried the knob, and thankfully, the door was unlocked. A song you knew, Falling Away From Me by Korn, was blasting from a small stereo on a shelf, which was almost completely blocked by the open hood of a truck.

Blue coverall covered legs and black boots stuck out from under the truck, and obviously the man, hopefully the guy named Bo, didn’t hear your entrance. You felt bad for barging in, so instead of saying something, you knocked loudly on the door, hoping this would be a less intrusive way of getting his attention. A pair of greasy hands gripped the bumper, pulling the man out from under the truck. He wore coveralls covered with spots of grease and dirt. His hands and fingernails were stained, forehead covered in sweat and muck. The hat on his head looked like it was about to fall off, and his hair stuck to his head in tendrils. He stood, walking casually to the radio to turn down the music.

Even though he looked like he could use a nice hot (and EXTREMELY soapy) shower, you were in awe of how attractive he was. Thick eyebrows, pretty brown eyes, nice lips and great cheekbones, chiseled jawline set upon a veiny neck with a pronounced Adam's apple. Safe to say you were flustered. You stared at him like an idiot, even after he spoke to you in a deep, silky smooth southern accent, “What can I do for you folks?”

After a few moments of silence, he seemed to get a little aggravated at your silence. “Listen, I’m sorta busy, is there somethin’ I can do for y’all?”

Stacy was the one to speak up. “I’m sorry, sir. Are you Bo? We need uh…a fan belt? Our car broke down back there…where the roads washed out.”

Bo nodded. “What size d’ya need?” As he spoke, you noticed his eyes were fixed on you, despite you being silent.

Stacy looked up at Michael, clueless. He interjected, “15 inches.”

You watched his muscular figure walk as he inspected the wall, presumably housing all his fan belts. He grabbed onto one, holding the packaging closer to his face. “Shoot… looks like I only got a 17 or 22.”

“Dammit.” Michael groaned, rubbing his face in frustration. “Is there another gas station nearby?”

“Only one in town.” He shrugged. “But uh… I don’t keep everythin’ here. It’s a pretty small building, so I keep some shipments up at my house. We could go up there and check for a 15 inch.”

Michael nodded quickly, “That would be great! Thank you.” But Stacy didn’t seem like she was on board. She grabbed Michael’s bicep, making him look down at her. She said quietly, “Should we really follow him to his house? I have a bad feeling about this….”

Bo chuckled, and oh my god you could faint, grabbing a yellow rag from his work bench to wipe his large, veiny hands off. “Makes no difference to me, but you folks can either take a 17 inch fan belt or come with me up to the house.” He shoots you a lopsided smile, before so blatantly checking you out, making your cheeks turn red.

You and Stacy both looked up at Michael, her pleading with him to just take a different size fan belt and get the hell out of here, and you pleading for him to let you follow the dreamy stranger. “A…wrong size might hurt the car, right…?” You reasoned, even though you knew jack shit about cars.

Michael sighed, “Stace, it’ll be okay. If all three of us go, we’ll be fine.” He kissed her temple. Bo tossed the rag down and turned the radio off, walking over to the garage door and pulling it up. He did it with such ease, you were convinced he was strong. Okay, you needed to chill. You’d seen the man for five minutes and were practically drooling over him.

He led you guys out of the gas station and onto a dirt path covered in loose gravel, which was slightly uphill. The sun was setting now, finally giving you a break from the oppressive summer sun of Louisiana. You wore a black tank top and a pair of burgundy colored cut off shorts, with a pair of plain black high tops. Even with the somewhat revealing outfit, you could feel how sweaty you’d become after walking around for so long, and you didn’t know how he worked in an unairconditioned garage all day long. As you all walked, you found yourself walking closer to him, splitting you into two groups. You and Bo walking in a pair up front, then Michael and Stacy trailing close behind you.

“So what’s a pretty girl like you doin’ all the way down here?” Bo asked you, taking his hat off and wiping some sweat away from his brow as he asked.

You smiled, holding back a pathetic childish giggle. “We’re visiting some other friends who live down in Florida.”

“Florida? Where are y’all from?”

“I’m going to school in Oregon, but Michael goes to school in Austin. So we decided to make a road trip out of it and pick everyone up on the way.” You shoved your hands in your pockets as you spoke.

“Seems unfair to you. You had to drive aaaaall the way here from Oregon? And your friend there just had to come from Texas?” He clicked his tongue.

“I would’ve taken a flight, but Stacy’s on the way.” You shrugged. You didn’t really mind the extra distance, driving with Stacy was fun, as you hadn’t really seen each other with how busy you’d been all year.

“So…this town wasn’t even on the GPS or anything… we had to have some guy tell us how to find you.” You laughed a little, recalling your awkward encounter with the roadkill guy.

“Sad story, Ambrose. The town was kinda put on the map by the house a wax. I’m sure you passed by a sign or two for it.”

“Oh, yeah we did.”

“Yeah, people used to come to see it from miles away. And a woman named Trudy was the main...I guess "artist" is the right word. Trudy's husband, Doc Sinclair, was a doctor in the big city until he got his license revoked for doing surgeries on the side. Stuff that, you know, most doctors wouldn't dare do. So he moved him and Trudy out here to Ambrose. Made a fresh start with his medical practice. And, you know, Trudy really found her calling with that whole wax-sculpture thing. It was her dream to do something really incredible here. And then she had a couple a kids, and a picket fence.”

“That doesn’t sound so sad…” you interrupted, but he kept going.

“Trudy got a cyst in her brain. She just started rotting away. Couldn't work no more, and she went crazy. Things got so bad that Doc Sinclair finally had to strap her to the bed. The whole town could hear her screamin’. Dr. Sinclair was so depressed that he couldn't save her...he blew his head right off. It was worse for the boys, left alone like that. They both ended up in foster homes.”

“That’s terrible…” you mumbled. “Those poor kids…” you watched your feet crunch into the gravel. The story he told you genuinely upset you, and now you felt horrible for making so much fun of this poor little town, even if it was just in your head.

Bo sighed softly. “The town is still recoverin’ from it. That museum was the biggest source a income. I betcha can tell this ain’t the nicest place to live.” He chuckled, probably trying to lighten the mood.

You smiled, making eye contact with him. “No, I like it. I hate big cities anyways, a town like this seems like a nice place to settle down. Where everyone knows and can trust each other.”

“Maybe a resident like you could brighten up Ambrose a little.” He said, eyes not leaving yours. You felt your face go red hot. He was…flirting? With you? You looked down at your feet, stupid smile stretching across your whole face. You felt like you were reduced to a pile of Jell-O.

“Awe I dunno…” you said, but before you could say anything else, he cut you off. “This is the house. You and your friends sit tight. I’ll go check on that belt for ya, darlin’.” He winked at you before turning away.

You watched as he walked away, and you were convinced you were in love with this stranger. Michael stepped forward before Bo got too far away. “Hey man, would it be okay if I used your bathroom? We’ve been walking for a while.”

Bo nodded a little. “Sure. Come on in.” He said, opening the door and stepping to the side to make room for Michael. Stacy grabbed his arm. “You said we wouldn’t split up…” she whisper-yelled.

“It’s only for a second…just stay here and stay together.” He looked at both of you and then walked away, having to shake his arm from her grasp. She hugged herself uncomfortably, stepping closer to you as you both watched Bo and Michael disappear behind the door.

It’d been almost 20 minutes, according to Stacy’s now dead flip phone, since Michael and Bo had gone inside. At this point, you were both worried sick about Michael, but not brave enough to go inside and check things out for yourselves, until you hit the 25 minute mark. You watched as Stacy marched up to the front door, looking determined despite shaky hands and teary eyes, and banged on the door. Nothing.

She tried the handle, and to your surprise, the door swung open. She slowly began to go inside, and at this point, you decided you needed to go with her. You ran to catch up with her, seeing that all the lights were off inside. Your phone had died hours ago, leaving you both with no source of light.

“Michael?” Stacy yelled out, staying within arms length of the doorway. You held onto each other's arms, taking tiny steps further and further into the house. “Michael, please answer me!”

Squinting your eyes did absolutely nothing to help you see in the dark. It was pitch black, neither of you could see or hear anything. A loud creak broke the silence and you both frantically turned your heads to identify the noise. All of the sudden, Stacy began to shriek in your right ear. You jumped and covered your ears with your hands, feeling her fall to the ground. You screamed, backing up only to feel that the front door, which you knew you had left open, was closed. Stacy was screaming and crying on the ground, you could hear how low she was, but you didn’t know what was wrong. You tried yelling at her, asking her what happened, but all you got back was crying.

You shrunk to the floor, hands over ears in terror. A lamp flickering on illuminated your best friend on the floor, knife sticking from her spine and blood pooling around her writing body. You were bathed in yellow light from the left, but not enough to help you escape. You could feel tears fall down your cheeks when your eyes finally focused on Bo leaning against what looked like a kitchen counter, a cigarette pressed between his lips. He started to walk towards you, but you let out a yelp and turned quickly, pulling and wiggling on the door handle as hard as you could. Strong arms wrapped around your waist and yanked you back against a firm torso. You flailed and screamed, but to no avail. You were carried by Bo over to the couch where he tossed you down, pinning your body beneath his.

You were being suffocated in the heat of the couch cushions, fabric pushing hard against your face, and Bo shoving you down with his chest. You tried to push yourself up, but this only made your arms easier to grab. He pulled them behind your back and held them with one hand, the other gripping your hair and yanking your head back hard. You yelped at the burning pain in your scalp. He only lets go of your hair after he seems satisfied with the pain he’s caused you, and then, he moves down to trace the curve of your waist and hooks a finger in the waistband of your shorts, then down to the inside of your thigh, grabbing the soft skin and pushing it outwards.

He grabbed the cigarette from his mouth, tapping the ashes off over your clothes. You screamed and turned your head frantically only to see the end of a cigarette being pushed against your exposed shoulder, burning a small hole in its wake. You could feel the scorching pain radiate through your skin, almost distracting you from the way you were being engulfed in his musk.

Bo leaned down, knee painfully jabbed in between your shoulder blades forcing all the air from your lungs as you felt his lips against your ear, so close that you could smell the cigarette still on his breath.

“Fuckin’ pretty…” Bo growled. “Think I’ll keep you.”

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[hunterofthemist]

If it scares a human

"expedition team 2, Come in expedition team 2." The voice from the radio says. "This is Kliyik, coming in. What is it command?" I say

"You're heading into uncharted territory, we're unsure what's out there so keep on your guard." The radio warns." I turn to the rest of the group. 2 Tarvok guards, an Umi medic, and a human navigational specialist.

"Were moving out, a lot of uncharted territories to map out. It's better to get it done now to get camp up before nightfall." I say, gesturing for everyone to get up.

The human walks up to me and starts showing me a map of the area were in, and where we have to go. "Around sector 14 would be an ideal place for a camp, but sector 11 wouldn't be that bad if we have to set up there." The human I learned was named Jeff says. I nod and accept the plan.

The group starts walking, the alien flora making a thick brush, making it hard to navigate. The group keeps walking, the razor-sharp brush slashing and scratching the metal leg guards we are all wearing.

We keep on walking for a while, and soon enough we make it to the spot we need to set up camp. It takes time but with the help of the tarvoks and their brute strength, it's done with relative ease.

Jeff and one of the Tarvoks named Clen set up the campfire, The black logs bathing the camp in a blacklight-like color. We sit around the campfire on stones we gathered around the forest, telling stories of our lives.

The other Tarvok named Reyek had the idea of telling stories of monsters. We all agree, even the Umi, Folu agreed. I started, by telling some stories I remembered from my younger years. They weren't that scary, since they were meant only to scare younglings to teach them lessons about the world. But Folu seemed to be scared at least.

Folu went next, they're story wasn't that scary, but it seemed to scare them.

Reyek started his story, which was pretty good. Gave me a few chills. I could say the same for Clen's story as well.

We all look to Jeff, We've heard things about the tales humans could tell, and I would be lying if I said I wasn't even a little invested in what story Jeff could tell.

"It's not gonna be as good as all of yours, but I'll try." He chuckles. He thinks for a minute, trying to find a good story.  "Ok, It's not a story per se. But there's a rumor among humans, that if you're wandering the forests of certain planets. You can stumble across something very, Very dangerous." He says, leaning in.

We do the same, more than a little interested in what could be so dangerous that even humans would be wary of it.

"It's rare, you won't always find them. They never stay in the same place, and they all look different. Not one looks the same exact same. And they are so dangerous that even nature strays away from them." As he speaks, his voice gets more and more, scared?

"What are they, what do they look like?" Reyek asks. The near-ever-present smile on his face was gone, replaced with intrigue and a tiny bit of fear.

He waits for a moment, gathering the courage to speak. "The Stairs." He shudders.

Upon hearing this Clen bursts out laughing, and Reyek face turns sour. Even Fulo looks annoyed that they were being scared for nothing.

"Really? Stairs, if that's what scares humans, then the stories about how brave you all are, have to be wrong." Clen says after he stops laughing.

"I'm serious, I've never seen them myself but I know they're out there, and they are dangerous. There are a few rules we have about them if we are ever to see one. One, Never acknowledge their existence. Two, Never go near them. And three, Never Ever go up them." He says with a tone that says he isn't lying. He looks up to me and gives me a look I know all too well. The look you give to someone when giving a warning that is extremely important.

Eventually, we get tired and climb into our tents to sleep. When the sun peeked through the leaves of the black trees we got out, ate breakfast, and packed up camp to continue the expedition.

"Remember guys, we don't know what's out there, keep together and stay safe," I say before we start walking.

"Yeah, maybe we'll come across Jeff's dangerous stairs," Reyek says with a smile, and starts laughing at his own joke. Jeff looks like he wanted to say something, but he didn't.

We wandered for a few hours, moving towards where the next campsite would be. The sounds of the alien forest were strange and first, but we found ourselves getting used to them.

But as we were coming up on the clearing we were going to set up camp in we heard it. Or should I say didn't hear it? Because as we got close to the clearing the noises stopped suddenly.

The absence of sound in the forest is the second most strange thing I've ever experienced, nothing just makes the forest not make noise. There is always something happening in the woods. Either wind blowing the trees, or animals calling out.

I said it was the second weirdest thing I've ever experienced because of what happened next. We hacked through the brush and saw it. A set of stairs. It was a pair of space station stairs, the metal beams holding up each individual stair, each connected to a metal plate on the ground. It looked as if it was just taken out of a Space station and just put here.

We don't say anything. But we all had one thing in our minds. "Was Jeff right?"

Reyek breaks the silence, brushing past me, and towards them. "Oh wow, so they do exist." He said sarcastically.

I've never seen Jeff move so fast before, but before Reyek was even close enough to touch the stairs, Jeff put a hand on Reyeks armored shoulder and spoke. "Don't take another step, please." He pleaded, desperation ebbing into his voice.

Reyek looked at Jeff, the look on his face should've told him everything. But against his better judgment, Reyek got closer.

"Come on man, cut the shit and come back, we need to find a new campsite before dark, and we can't sleep here tonight," Jeff said, full-fledged desperation in his voice now.  

"Come on, your joking. There's no way there's any danger to these. Their just stairs, nothing more. Sure it's weird for them to be out in the woods, but they're harmless. Besides, maybe I can get a good vantage point from up there." Reyek adds

Reyek plants his right foot onto the stairs, and Jeff backs off. Jeff pulls out a datapad, the status of each crew member on it.

Reyek climbs slowly, each step making a metallic echo. He stands at the second to last step, and looks back at us, specifically jeff. "See, It's fine. Nothings happening!" He shouts.

He goes up the last step and sits there for minutes. The air, unnervingly still. The Forest, unnaturally silent.

Suddenly, the sound of something bursting went through the forest, originating from Reyek.

Reyek moved his hands to his chest and took a step back, an unsteady foot caused him to slip and tumble down the stairs, and over the side. When he landed he was still, not making a sound.

"Reyek Stantler, Status: KIA" The device on our wrists sounded out at the same time. We looked over to Jeff, and see that it was him who changed Reyeks status.

Fulo looked back at Reyek and started sprinting towards him. She turned him over and saw it. His chest burst open, Black blood poured out of it.

"Hi- his hearts, they exploded," Vulo said, sadness and fear in her voice.

We got out of there and had a medical team come through and come to us. We put a tracker on Reyek's corpse so it could be found and brought back. After all, we couldn't carry a giant Tarvok's corpse with us back to base camp

He may have been stubborn. A rude ass to some people, but he was a good teammate. He didn't deserve that. But his death was his own fault, Jeff warned him about those stairs.

#humans are space orcs #humans are terrifying #My writing #creative writing #writing #writers on tumblr #writers #sci-fi #horror #tw blo0d

[matryx7728]

Thoughts about Gabriel ultrakill and the heavenly council

okay okay okay okay okay so

i’m assuming this is referring to the tags i rbed that one post with so. youngings avert your eyes maybe idk how deranged i’ll get while typing this

gabriel ultrakill has such an impossible appeal to me and i’m going to attempt to put it into words

first of all. look at him. he’s so fucking pretty it’s insane have you seen that guy he’s beautiful in a way i can’t wrap my head around

he acts the way he acts he gets beat for the first time ever literalky ever by a machine and falls in love with it but mistakes that love for hatred and then when he reports back to the council they blame him for getting his ass handed to him like hello ???? you can’t just do that to him this is not what this post is supposed to be about im getting off topic

the way he acts his character his flow hsi jehevrnrgehrgrgrhuuuuuggaggggggggghh he triggers such a primal carnal desire within me that i’ve not felt my entire life until i witnessed him do you fucking grasp how much just how much i need to just be Near him do you understand how much i want to just hold his hand or to grab his stupid tiny little waist i want to place my hands on him in any kind of way okease oh my god please i need to cling to him i NEED to watch him do common normal things like twisting a doorknob or tie a knot oh my god i need to see him tie a knot you know how you have to pull the strings taut i need ti see him di that i need to see him lift something slightly heavy i need to watch him throw something into the air and catch it or alternatively i need to see him almost not catch it and do that jolt thing people do when they almost drop something to catch it i need to see him do that i need ti see him grip something i need to watch him stand up from a sitting position i need to watch him forget the direction he’s supposed to be going in and then do that weird pause and glance around before turning around and speed walking in the opposite direction i need to see him pick up a spherical object and watch the way his hands wrap around it i need to watch him reach around to try and grab something slightly out of reach

i need to jump on him i need to cling to him i need to climb all over that guy i need to feel the ridge of his spine i need to watch his adam’s apple shift as he swallows or speaks i need to watch his throat do that when it’s like you know when you lean your head back and the skin over your neck is pulled taut and the movement of yiur throat is much more significant i need to see him do that i need to watch him preen his wings i would collect his shed feathers and keep them in a little box or put them on a necklace and he’d be like Why Do You Have Those and i’d be like 😊😊😊😊😊😊 i think his wings are so fucking pretty i also think they’d be warm like they change temp depending on his mood notmally they’d be relatively warm like a heated blanket enraged they’d be like the temp of the surface of the sun and ecstasy they’d be even hotter donyou get me

there are so many things i think about him i have no words for them i just think he’s so catastrophically attractive ok in every way possible my view on him varies all the time sometimes i’m like Wow I’d Really Like To Be Friends With That Guy and other times i’m like I NEED HIM IN ME ummmmmm thats

okay getting only slightly more unhinged i’ll cut it here just in case cause we’re enterying hornypost territory

do you understand the amount of lust my body contains for gabriel ultrakill i would love to be pinned down by that guy by the shoulders or to have his hand run along the length of my spine or against my jaw i need to press my body up against his i don’t care how i just need to Touch him i NEED to hear that archangel whimper (<- listened to the gabriel whimpering audio clips 67 times) i need that guy down my throat uhhhhmmmmmm yeah i’m cutting that one short it seems my rational mind has finally kicked in

have fun reading my category 7 autism event

#ultrakill #gabriel ultrakill #oopsies ! #haha unmmmmm #that’s okay #suggestive #i’d add more tags but #uh #| okay i had to edit all tags from this one forward in because someone walked in my room as i was typing #and i frantically hit post to get it off my screen #as i was saying #id ad more tags but this little tangent here absorbed so much of my brains ability to describe things #but hey #if i have another wet dream about gabriel tonight i’ll keep you guys posted j guess #i’m sorry #matryx speaks #mail

[pudding-pompurin]

I love yoo - Kousuke x reader

In which y/n meets Kousuke Hirahara while delivering files as a business partner, only to be sprayed with makeup remover.

Genre: Normal, platonic

Word count: 806

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of a bar, mentions of alcohol, "friendly" banter.

You walked through the large building of the Hirahara building, stopping when you saw the large plaque Kousuke Hirahara displayed on the large wooden door. 

"Excuse me?" You knocked. "I need to speak with Mister Hirahara about an urgent matter." 

After much silence, you were preparing to contact him through your phone until the door suddenly swung open while a large spray of mist met your face. 

"What the f- I mean, what is the meaning of this?" You quickly corrected yourself as you felt the liquid drip down your face. 

"For the last time, Meg, I don't want to go out with......" 

Through your blurred vision, you could see a man wearing a navy blue suit holding the door with a shocked expression on his face. 

"Oh, uhm.. I'm.." 

Without a second word, you speed walked toward the exit of the main building, not even looking up to see anyone. However, you didn't need to reach your car to know what your face must have looked like from the gasps and snickers following your every step. 

Opening the compass mirror, you saw mascara dripping down your chin while eyeliner blended and smudged with your delicately placed eyeshadow. 

"Fuck, who the hell was that bitch." You were literally on the verge of tears because of how ruined the eyeliner you spent hours upon hours irritating your skin looked. The number of times you almost stabbed your eye to make your eyeliner wings look at least decent became ruined due to whatever that prick had sprayed on your face. 

Being the daughter of another wealthy CEO made you need to constantly be aware of your language around other people, especially future business partners. Today, you had to deliver files required for a transaction between your family company and the Hirahara company. This was all going to be secured by a masquerade ball held by the Hirahara's to uphold a standing relationship between the two families, although, you knew it was just for the look and aesthetic. 

If there was now a choice between attending or not, your immediate decision would be to continue studying for the university entrance exams. 

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As it fell into the night, you carefully exited the large car your family showed off at formal events. The mask covering your face was adorned with tiny crystals on strips of lace. Sitting on top of everything was a small feather and flower, matching with the rest of your relatives.  

"Y/n." Your father's voice spoke lowly beside you. "Please watch your language tonight, as this is quite a formal event. I will allow you to go into the bars if it means you keep your mouth shut." 

Honestly, this seemed like a pretty fair deal to you, as many close calls from you on the verge of swearing had put you in hot waters. 

Small groups of other people in masks gathered around snack tables, which was where you immediately headed. 

Your eyes scanned the endless deserts as you immersed yourself in the bland conversations of others around you as you held tightly onto your plate. 

Spotting a slice of tiramisu, you reached to grab it from the table before someone handheld it from the opposite side. Looking up, you saw the same blue suit of the prick who had sprayed you with who knows what. 

"Excuse me?" You take a deep breath, deciding to let go of the incident. For now. "I was going to take that tiramisu." 

You say while tugging on the plate and maintaining direct eye contact with the rude ass guy.

"No, I believe I grabbed this tiramisu first. Kindly take your hands off." He retorted. 

Damn, the nerve of that guy was going to boil you in anger. 

You continued dragging the tiramisu closer to you until the sudden pull on his end caused it to crash onto the ground. 

"Are you serious-". You began to say before realizing that being seen in another situation such as this could lead to another rumor about the heir of Y/n company doing blah blah bullshit. 

So, without a second thought, you booked it out of there and upstairs into a bar. The immediate change in vibes was insane, with rap and disco lights shining weird reflections of color onto the glass wine bottles. 

"Can I just have an iced water?" You shouted over the blaring music. 

Sitting into the backless chairs, you released a sigh and rested your head on your hand. How can a single guy spoil so much in a person's day?

The second your water hit the table, you snatched it and walked into an empty balcony. Your hands were turning numb due to the cold air and the ice cooling your drink. You began to enjoy the peace of being outside without the perfect facade everyone put on. 

A/n: Please tell me If you would like a part two to this.

#i love yoo #i love yoo webtoon #webtoon x reader #I love yoo x reader #kousuke hirahara #Kousuke x reader #Hirahara x reader #Kousuke hirahara x reader

[viriborne]

Breaking my silence... Let's go om brothers hcs!!!!

Alright I'm going from shortest to tallest bc that's how I compartmentalize it in my head ok:

Mammon is the SHORTEST of his brothers at 5 feet *and 1/2 inch*. He emphasizes that half of an inch. This dude is little. The official chart that I'm basing this off of confirms he is, at the very LEAST, basically tied w Asmo as the shortest.

Speaking of Asmo, he is the 2nd shortest at 5 feet 1 inch! He absolutely lords that half inch over Mammon's head when he mentions his "big brother" status.

Belphegor is next at 5'2 ok we are not out of the tiny king zone. Uses his compact little body to fit into any crevice imaginable to sleep in. Considers this a blessing until he realizes that most humans are taller than him.

Moving onto Leviathan who is not living up to his name at 5 feet 5 inches. Not tall but not short either! He's definitely built like he'd be one lanky motherfucker, though.

Stretching into the taller end of the spectrum, Satan is 5 feet 7 inches. Pretty average height if you're of the male sex. Definitely upset that he isn't taller than Lucifer, though.

Onto the 2nd tallest....Lucifer! He's 5 feet 10 inches, relatively tall despite what the internet believes. 100% tries to say that he's 6 feet because "it's basically the same thing" but that kind of thing only works for 5'11" guys so it's just sort-of pathetic. Wears some of those sneaky, covert heels for shoes so he can reach that glorious 6 feet.

And for the tallest we have Beelzebub. He's 6 feet even and, as someone who grew up with a sibling around that height, certainly eats as much! Gotta eat a lot to keep up with his height And his physique. He's the cliche tall person who "doesn't really see why height matters" whilst towering over everyone.

#obey me #om #hcs #growing up with a sibling who reached like 6 feet 2 in height certainly was an experience. anyone who has tall siblings knows wtf I'm #talking about

[robot-thighs]

Hey would you like some Brainstorm/Misfire rarepair crack fic with a gun that shoots orgasms? You can read the full fic on ao3

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Brainstorm didn’t find himself in his workshop as much as he used to now that he’d partnered with Perceptor in the lab. When he did find himself here, it was usually to facilitate his after-hours tinkering on one of the various commissions he received. Lab resources were only supposed to be used at the behest of the commanding officers, or for things that would benefit the whole ship—well, at least stuff he could claim was for the benefit of the whole ship. But, as a brilliant mech with a reputation such as his, he was also host to a great number of requests from the crew; body modifications; unique weapons—imagination was the only upper limit. Occasionally, thanks to some historically ill-advised decisions on his part, he was subject to the occasional inspection to ensure he wasn’t doing anything entirely inadvisable in here—the ship had pretty well sailed in terms of good faith over his secret projects. But generally speaking, most of what he did in his workshop was relatively private.

So, engrossed as he was with soldering a chip into a facet in his newest micro-displacement mod, he ended up giving a startled jump when a fist started pounding on the workshop door. His hand jittered and he dropped the tiny chip somewhere on his workbench, where it bounced under the myriad of stacked datapads and partially disassembled projects. Dammit.

The knocking came again. The door to the workshop was closed and locked , which he figured was a pretty universal sign for “not seeing visitors.” Obviously, whoever was doing the knocking wasn’t big into reading signs. He ran through a matrix of possibilities as he set his soldering iron aside. Perceptor with something urgent in the lab? Not likely with it being after hours. Ultra Magnus, come with his datapad to prod his works in progress for anything that smacked of breaking the laws of the known universe? Nah… fist wasn’t heavy enough. 

Brainstorm opened the door a sliver and looked through to see Misfire, who was grinning as he leaned his shoulder against the doorframe like he’d been expecting to be face to face with him from this precise viewing angle. Brainstorm puffed with irritation. Misfire had not been on the list of mechs he’d expected to see here.

“Sorry, busy.” He started closing the door without preamble, but Misfire slid his fingers into the gap and pushed it back open before it could fully seal closed.

Misfire awkwardly shimmied his way past the door, fighting against the motors of the automatic closing mechanism before wiggling inside. Brainstorm backed up a step. He’d worked with the Scavengers before in his bids for materials with the Decepticons, so he knew what they were like—which was to say, virtually harmless—but he still wasn’t in a hurry to welcome one of the new, relatively unknown Decepticons who had joined the crew into his workshop. Alone. Unsupervised. He jerked his wings up in offense.  “What do you th—”

“Heeeeey, Brainstorm,” Misfire said with a charming grin. His wings gave a brief, friendly jiggle. “I know, I know. You’re all like, ‘what’s this guy doing here?’ I’m not here to bother you, I’m—”

“Already failed,” Brainstorm interrupted.

“I’m here to clear the air, yanno?” Misfire pressed on. He raised his hands in an exaggerated shrug, striding further into the workshop. Brainstorm shuffled aside to keep from getting batted by one of Misfire’s wings. “I mean, not like there aren’t bots on this ship with some history .” He laughed and grabbed a vial off of a shelf and looked at it disinterestedly. “And I mean, outside the obvious, even. But I figured—I thought…I mean, do they know? ”

#transformers #maccadam #brainstorm #misfire #tf brainstorm #tf misfire #mtmte #lost light #valveplug #transfoama #elegant chaos #my writing #rarepair #lord forgive me for what I've done

[tinotika-arts]

In Alex gets turned into a young kid with memories of that age, caused mayhem in the Pact Camp because he thought he got kidnapped, and Trahearne now has to take care of his husband until he returned back to normal, which includes keeping him from running his mouth off at every mistake he sees before someone decides to punt him.

Not that it works when Alex decides to fly out of reach anyway.

Tiny Alex has all the smarts of his adult version but with none of the diplomacy. If he thinks you're stupid then he's going to tell you that you're stupid. But he means well.

(Some musings for after Alex returns to normal under cut)

"So Alex... Who is Rurrik?"

The embarrassed Commander removed his hands from his face and looked at Trahearne like a confused moa, before the look turned calculative, as if wondering if he should speak.

"Where did you... Ah, I must have mentioned it when I was de-aged, didn't I?"

"While we were trying to restrain you - to prevent you from running off into monsters, mind you- you kept yelling for some guy called Rurrik."

Alex sighed and pinched his nose. "He's... an old friend. A mentor. You could say he's the very reason why I am the man I am today."

Alex looked out to the skies, a fond look on his face. "He came to our isolated community one day, originally as a traveler. But I grew interested in his stories of the Tyria outside our walls. He was the one who taught me about the leylines and magic."

Seeing his husband speak so fondly about the man made Trahearne smile. It was rare that Alex brought up anything from his past. And even rarer that he confided in anyone besides him. Especially his greatest kept secret.

Trahearne would be his secret-keeper.

"It wasn't only until I was a bit older that I learned how to offer criticism in a way that doesn't get my ass kicked though," Alex chuckled, "I'll go apologize to those I've.. accidentally roasted."

"I'm sure they know you mean no harm, but it would probably help."

"I would do it even if you tried to stop me, you know that right?"

Trahearne held the urge to roll his eyes a little. "Yes, I'm aware. You would do so even if I tried to stop you and assure you it wasn't your fault. The least I can do is support you." Trahearne turned his mind back to Rurrik. "So Rurrik, is he..."

Alex gave a shrug. "I have no idea. After teaching me all he knew, to the point my magic was far better than anyone else's... He suddenly stopped coming. And that was.. many years ago. I've traveled all of Tyria before coming to Kryta and meeting Logan. I'm.. pretty sure he's dead."

The sorrowful look on Alex's face pained him, and Trahearne moved in to give a hug. "Perhaps we can find a grave? Humans make graves for their loved ones, no?"

"That's provided we can find one. I couldn't find any relatives either. He just... disappeared."

"Then perhaps we can make one oursides. Not an official one, just something to remember him by."

Alex looked thoughtful for a moment, before cracking a gentle smile. "Perhaps giving him a drink would be nice."

Trahearne smiled back, before resting his head on Alex's shoulder. His husband had a past of many secrets, one of which got brought forth by this little episode of age reversal. He could only hope that the past doesn't come to bite his husband back in the rear.

Even if it did come knocking, he would be there to support him.

#gw2 #Trahearne #; Alexander Rufus #; doodles #; tino's ramblings #it's time for the de-aging episode

[spice-and-fire]

TIMING: Recent LOCATION: The Wormhole PARTIES: @eatdearth x @spice-and-fire SUMMARY: Devi & Jasper meet at the Wormhole for drinks. CONTENT: None

“You know almonds, right?” Devi asked, as if those weren’t a common thing here or most places with a candy store or chocolate shop or even an airport shop. “I used to go crazy for them as a kid…” She shook her head, grinning, before taking a sip of her beer. “But my dad was the worst at shelling them. He'd just hack 'em to pieces with his knife, leaving a bunch of inedible mush behind. In the end, he'd salvage what he could by scraping pieces of the flesh off the shell, then mixing it with some milk and calling it porridge.”

It had been a long day. For most people, that would already be enough to get them a bottle of beer or two, but for someone in Worm Row? Someone like Devi who lives in the most dangerous neighborhood in town? It was just any other day, and a cold glass of beer was an excuse to feel a sort of relief from the day-to-day routine of surviving. “...I do miss the taste of that porridge sometimes...and I miss that old nut-cracker, too.”

It started out with a kiss, how did it end up like this? At least that’s how it went in Jasper’s head, complete with an imagined perfect rendition with his voice, which, of course, would not exist in reality. He was not a singer, especially not someone who could belt out a harmonious Mr. Brightside by The Killers with relative ease. Even the shower wouldn’t indulge his fantasy. It actually started with an attempt at a ‘deez nuts’ joke, the professor having been bombarded with hundreds of thousands of the sort just this week alone that his brain tried to lessen the trauma by pulling the same crap on a stranger. Unfortunately for him, the stranger seemed to have already drank too many beers to actually care.

Jasper heaved a sigh, nodding his head, pretending he was getting what she was talking about. In reality, he was barely listening. Something about almonds and milk. Great. She’s one of those people who aggressively prefers nut milk over cow milk. Jasper didn’t think they were especially harmful, or annoying, but because she was being harmful to him, mostly annoying, she couldn’t help but lump them all in together. And try to change the subject. “Speaking of cracking nuts, you from here? I’ve only been here a couple of times. Pretty far from where I live. Hoping none of my students would find me here.”

Devi simply nodded, taking another sip of her beer, more like a chug, as she never took her eyes off of Jasper. She was surprised, more impressed, that the random guy she was talking to was actually a professor of sorts, maybe even a kindergarten teacher. Don’t get her wrong: Professors are impressive, what with their degrees and everything, but kindergarten teachers? Those guys deal with tiny kids, annoying kids, kids that have yet to know shame and guilt. Those guys are way more impressive than anyone else. “Students? You teach?”

“Say, does your place need security?” Devi squinted as she leaned forward toward him, closer than he probably liked, her beer-scented breath warm to his face. “Because if you guys need security, or extra security, I’m really good at working security,” she leaned back, shrugging, a playful smirk on her face. Devi was proud of that part of her, being efficient and competent in the field of security. She’d done much worse in the past, beating people to a pulp, setting things including said people on fire, displaying gruesome violence all for a lot of money, so still being able to be on top of things and people without needing to resort to her past barbaric tendencies… Well, that was pretty impressive, if she thought so herself. “Like, really good.”

“I do,” Jasper beamed with pride. If there was one thing in his life he was most proud of, aside from his luxurious mane, it was his calling, his craft, his field. “I teach geology at the university. I’m a geologist, a professor, and an all-round rockstar.” With a shake of his head, he winked at the woman before realizing that pun might need some explaining. “Get it? Rockstar? Because I work with rocks?” Probably didn’t actually need some explaining. Might have made it a whole lot worse now. Puns have never been the most accepted form of humor, and explaining them? Well, that might be offensive to some people.

“Security?” Jasper instinctively raised an eyebrow. He looked the woman over, from head to toe, and subconsciously licked his lips. She was fine. More than fine. Like girlfriend material. Maybe even wife material. Definitely someone he’d take care of, love until the day he died. Or at least the idealized version he had of her. Jasper didn’t know her that much, not yet at least, to make this kind of assumption. He could blame the alcohol or the loneliness but he definitely needs some more maturing in that regard. “You work security?” He blurted out, in disbelief that someone who looked like her worked a field so risky and dangerous as security.

“Huh,” Devi squinted at Jasper, as if confused by his revelation. At first, she thought he didn’t look like a geology professor. But then again, what would a geology professor even look like? Devi, who barely had a formal education, wouldn’t know. Professors to her have always been silver-haired old men or bespectacled ladies with prim and proper clothing. Jasper seemed young and less disillusioned by the world around him, though she could be wrong. His ‘rock’ pun confirmed that. “...I see. You actually like rock, the music genre, or is that just for the wordplay?”

When his eyes wandered all over her, Devi felt the heat, becoming a little more defensive than usual. It was like he was judging her from the way she looked. Growing up in a different country from where she had been born, and being who, or more precisely, what she is, that whole thing was not her jam. So it made her a little more annoyed and a little less…nice. “Yeah, I do,” she blurted out almost instinctively, as aggressively as she could. “Got a problem with that, Professor?”

Eyebrow raised, an agitated Devi didn’t stop with that. She leaned forward, now wearing a scowl, doing the same thing to him as he had to her: Judging him after her eyes went over his entire body. “What are you even doing here? This is Worm Row, not your cushy university, with your rich students and expensive beers. You here for something illegal? Something scandalous, huh?” Was he a pervert? It was all starting to make sense to her now. A professor down there for a simple bottle of beer? Nah, he was more likely some sort of deviant, out to buy some folks’ time and company so he could do his weird, maybe even dark, desires with them. Disgusting. “You a piece of shit, Jimmy?”

“I mean, sure,” Jasper shrugged, clearly a filthy casual when it came to music genres. The man listens to The Coffeehouse playlist on Spotify without even remembering the individual titles on there. He was not the best guy to ask for recommendations on songs. He could barely remember the tunes he’s heard for days, both intentionally and unintentionally. “I like rock. I listen to it whenever I can. The Beatles, am I right?” Were the Beatles rock? He had a feeling the woman would tell him either way.

“Oh, no problem,” Jasper feigned a cough, feeling the weight of the night, the company, and the drinks just then. Was his shoulder aching? He could have sworn it wasn’t just a few seconds ago. Why would it even start to hurt? “No problem at all,” he repeated without looking at her, his full attention on the bad feeling on his shoulder. “I just meant, well, you look too pretty to be working security,” he fucked up, obliviously. “Like, you should be a model or something else.”

“Illegal?” Jasper perked up, eyes wide in horror when she started assuming the worst of him. In her defense, she had some great points. Why would a self-respecting professor go all the way down in Worm Row for a drink? In his defense? He was not a self-respecting professor, if not only a professor. “Oh, no! No, no, no! Nothing of the sort,” he gulped, straightened himself on his seat, as if that would help his argument. “I’m just… I don’t really want to run into students or other professors or everyone I know, you know? Also, it’s Jasper, not Jimmy… Did you give me your name?”

Devi wasn’t in the mood to argue. The alcohol coursing through her veins fought off any internal urge to pick a fight with Jasper’s statements. He was right about one thing, though: The Beatles were rock. And a bunch of other things. Hard to box legends with careers, especially music, that withstand time. With a wide grin on her face, she leaned back before unintentionally pounding his shoulder, closer to his back, with a wider hand. “You’re all right, Blackbird,” she chuckled. You’re all right.”

It helped that apparently his earlier comments were meant to be a compliment. Devi didn’t initially take them as such, but to be fair, Devi wasn’t taking things as they are at that point in time. If she was, she wouldn’t be drinking her problems away with a random stranger. A model, though? She felt that was a bit much. She’s been called pretty before, mostly by men with needs, but a model? That felt to her like an unnecessary stretch. “Maybe I am? I’m woman enough to be able to juggle more than one job, right?”

“Jasper,” Devi mouthed his name again. It wasn’t that odd of a name, though it was definitely less common than Jimmy. At least to her it was. She shrugged before she answered his question, “Nope.” Guy was relatable. At least he’d be if she was herself a few years ago. Running into faces she was familiar with in that state? That would’ve been impossible back then. She would’ve made sure of it. But that was all in the past. She’s lost so many loved ones, running into them again would be a welcomed respite from all the regrets, the bad memories, the living nightmares that has since haunted her sober days. 

“It’s Devi,” she let out a yawn, stretching her limbs to either side in protest at the sleepiness. “You know, I get you, Jasper. Sometimes, we just gotta be somewhere else, somewhere new, somewhere no one we know will find us.” It was exactly why she had even moved to town. Somewhere else. Somewhere new. Somewhere no one left she knew would find her. And her sins.

“Blackbird?” Jasper was confused. Where did that come from? Was it because of his skin tone? The geology professor wasn’t quite sure how to feel about that. On one hand, he should be offended, right? On the other? She’s kinda cute, so maybe that’s a win for him? Fortunately for him, his stupidity didn’t need to go any further than that. Instead, the sound of his name on her lips pulled him off those thoughts and elsewhere, somewhere much better. “You’re definitely a woman…”

It was Jasper’s turn to mouth her name, only he didn’t speak it out loud. In his head, he did, and that was more than enough for him. It wasn’t like he’d forget her name. He doubted he would forget it and her any time soon. Eyes following her body’s movements, the spellcaster found her words hitting close to home. Too close. Was she the same? A kindred spirit? Or were those words more apt for the friend he had lost down the mines. “Yeah, well,” Jasper heaved a sigh, his mood turning gloomy, as he switched his full attention back to the counter, resting his whole weight on his forearm against the tabletop. “If someone can find us where we think they won’t, maybe that’ll help us find someone else we haven’t been able to find…” Or something like that.

“Yeah?” Devi frowned. Didn’t he say he was a fan of the Beatles? His question confused her in turn, but instead of just prodding him with any accusations, she began singing the familiar line of the should-have-been familiar song to him. “Blackbird singing in the dead of night…” she began, leaning back on her seat, her back against the counter, arms over the tabletop, her head bowing up and down with the imaginary tune only she could hear. “Take these broken wings and learn to fly!” 

“All your life!” A table near them started to sing along, surprising Devi but in a way that only motivated her to continue singing with them, a huge grin on her face. “You were only waiting for this moment to arise…” When the brief sing-along ended, everyone who had participated chuckled and raised their bottles for a cozy cheer. She then heaved a sigh of contentment, and took a swig from her bottle. “Damn right, I am. More woman than any man can handle.” Another chuckle. Before the professor switched gears and started acting all sad. 

Devi could relate: With all her past mistakes, regrets even, disappearing in a small town her old…acquaintances wouldn’t even think of visiting was the best idea she’s ever had. She doubted anyone could find her there. And would rather not sadness find the both of them where and when they were right then and there. “Or… Maybe they’ve already found us, eh? And they’re the someone we didn’t know we needed to find!”

There was never a moment in Jasper’s life where he felt the utmost relief, though if there had been, he couldn’t remember. More importantly, he was impressed. It dawned on him that the woman he was drinking with may be somewhat of a local celebrity. Definitely not just a random face on the street. He’d seen people try to start a sing-along at a bar before, and most of the time, it took great effort. Unless it was a sports thing, strangers barely sang with each other unprompted. Here, the woman didn’t even ask for anyone else to support her singing. They just did. Granted she was pretty, so there’s that… “Oh, yeah!” Jasper nodded, grinning, before taking a swig from his drink. “I remember that song. Classic.”

Was she hitting on him? That was the thought that immediately ran down Jasper’s tiny brain with her final sentiments. After that talk about a woman no man can handle, the geology professor was thinking that maybe she was offering herself up to him as a challenge? Was that sexist? Some backwards misogynistic thought? In a way, in a specific context, maybe. At the moment? He just wasn’t sure. He was too intoxicated to delve deeper into such notions. At least that’s the excuse he wanted to go with. Dangerous territory right there, and he was a rock guy, not a sociopolitical/humanities big brain person. “Maybe,” he grinned again, loosening up in his seat. “Maybe I can be that man who can handle all that woman? Worth a try.”

“Yeah?” Devi grinned, an eyebrow raised as she looked him over from head to toe. He didn’t look bad. Entirely way better than the last guy who tried to hit on her. Now that guy? That guy was a complete fool. Tried to grab her when she said no, so Devi grabbed him back and knocked him out cold. The rest of the bar laughed at his unconscious ass and cheered her on. Now that guy was banned for life from the Wormhole. Poor guy. Now he wouldn’t be able to show them he could change. Also he got hauled into the station, so she guessed, if he wasn’t from Worm Row, that would suck. Or not, depending on whether he had friends in high places. Unfair but that’s just the world for most people. “Think so?”

“Mmm, you’re not bad…” Devi teased before finishing the entirety of what remained in her bottle, leaving it empty if not for air. She heaved a sigh of relief, grinned and then nodded at the bartender, before turning to the professor again. “You’re not married, are you? In a relationship with someone else? Because I don’t do people who’re already with other people. Unless there’s consent, like one of those open relationship things, but even then, I’m not really one for sharing.” The last thing she wanted was to break up a home or someone else’s heart. The last person who tried lying to her about all that found their bones broken. “If not, do you want to pay for all these, so we can get out of here, Blackbird?”

“OH, I’m definitely not married,” Jasper let out a chuckle, much louder and larger than he ever expected to. When he realized that, he meekly apologized with an awkward grin. He wasn’t even sure what he was apologizing for, but it felt like he should, so he did. “No relationships either. I was in one, with a coworker, but that did not end well.” He made sure to leave out the part where said coworker is still a coworker and still randomly shows up at his place whenever she feels like it. That was a weird situation, and he felt he didn’t need to add more weird in whatever this entire thing was. “So, nope, just me right now,” he shrugged. “...and my dog.”

Jasper lamented his mistake of adding that last line but decided it might have just added to his charm. Chicks digged dogs, right? Even though his was a total b-word. He was mid-sip when Devi insinuated what he thought she insinuated and almost spat out all the liquid. Without saying anything else, he scrambled for his wallet while at the same time calling for the bartender’s attention, rushing to pay for their drinks, for everything else, so they could go wherever she wanted them to go. Hopefully where he thought she wanted him. “Blackbird’s ready to fly!”

#wickedswriting #ᕚﮩﮩ٨ﮩ para ﮩ٨ﮩﮩᕘ #ᕚ jasper ﮩ langston ᕘ #ᕚ the ﮩ wormiest ﮩ holes ᕘ #ᕚ season one ﮩ canaries ᕘ

[exp123mon]

Frontier watching

27 - The Double Spirit Miracle! Beowulfmon is Born -DOUBLE SPIRIT!? Ohoho so seems like maybe we're getting Frontier's equivalent of Ultimates(Mega)/Jogress??? -I love when Izumi contacts Takuya via the Digivice, the first thing Tomoki and Junpei do when he asks if anybody's spoken to Koji is to take their own devices out and get straight on it. Aww I love these kids looking out for each other. -I like the Fire vs. Ice and Light vs. Dark thing they had going here hehe. -Cool shot of the Light symbol behind Koji when Duskmon holds him up and attacks him. -bruh the florist in Koji's memory was so rude lol "Why have your parents only been married for three years?" um that's called my personal business now wrap my friggin bouquet haha -Bokomon goes into labour lol did I just walk into a fanfic?? -Beowulfmon appears! So he's visually a fusion of the Human and Beast 'mons, but it's not a literal DNA/jogress. -BOKOMON WHAT IS YOUR DEAL. The evolution song stops and they just have Neemon like sniffing after he asks Bokomon how he knows Beowulfmon's name. SUSPICIOUS. I literally half-joked in like episode 3 or something that Bokomon was secretly the ultimate evil this seris. Maybe I'm right rofl. (I'm sure it just means "it's in the book how do you not know that by now") -We end on Koji asking himself… "Who was that kid who looked like me?" OH WELL THEN. That's even more intriguing then just "omg it's (insert brother's name)!" I would've suspected we'd have gotten some comments from the other Cherubimon mooks about Duskmon specifically being "the new guy" if this guy were Koji's relative/friend/whatever but it still wasn't impossible. Seems like it's not that simple. -By sheer coincidence I skipped the intro this episode and I went back to see if it had changed, even just to include the double spirit digimon, it hasn't. Kinda cool they've actually left a bit of mystery with the evolutions this time. Although maybe they figured people would've thought Beowulfmon was just Wolfmon if he was only on screen for a brief flash haha -NEW OUTRO… which I don't think I will watch since I feel like it has the potential to spoil too much at this point hahaha

28 - Takuya' Fusion Evolution - Ardhamon's Explosive Techniques! -We open on Mercuremon's haughty chortle -In retrospect I don't remember much about this episode just because I was pretty invested and not really thinking much about the tiny things -Mercuremon's ability to appearing in any reflective surface is cool -There was some good music this episode--I didn't mention it for the last ep but the Double Spirit theme (like when the light beams out of Seraphimon's egg, not when they're actually evolving) is really nice -BlackSeraphimon! This feels like the first time a Digimon anime has done the actual "changed its form based on the data it absorbed" thing that Digimon is kinda supposed to do lol (I mean there was something like-ish in Tamers with Beelzebumon but that was more a "don't get power hungry, idiot" symbolic thing). I've never even heard of it before so it was a cool surprise. -Honestly this episode had the vibe of a final confrontation, like ultimate or penultimate episode level stuff, I dig it -OMG BABY IS BORN!! Make sense since Seraphimon's data is finally released. I'm curious what Patamon and Bokomon's relatioship is gonna be like haha -I enjoyed these episodes inside Sephirotmon but I'm glad we're moving on now. Can't wait for what happens next, I really like this series.

29 - Escape! The Phantsmagoric Sephirotmon -Sephirotmon floats away, then returns seemingly in better shape. Patamon speaks!! And doesn't just say "pata pata" like when he was first hatched, I was worried about that haha. All the kids love the baby, and Beowulfmon is seen chasing Duskmon who vanishes… That's a lot before the title drop. -Sephirotmon has the energy of a boss in an RPG who wipes the floor with you and you're like "oh okay unwinnable boss fight" and then you just get the game over screen lol -Nice to see Takuya learning from the Duskmon fight and directly taking into account his friends' feelings in the midst of the fight when he considers fleeing the best option -The scene where Sephirotmon chases the kids into the crevasse then through the tunnel actually made him seem really gross and creepy haha ew -The darkness scene was really well done here. Soooooo many games and anime harp on and on about darkness but like… never explain what it is or how it manifests. Here it's literally just as simple as darkness makes you dumb and submit to more basic instincts. It robs you of your intellect and rationality, making you lash out. Amplified, this extends to being actively cruel and violent to other people. Nicely done, Frontier. This puts you ahead of like 99% of all anime ever lol -Fortunately Takuya is really stepping up as a good leader and brings the team together. I love the comeback against Sephirotmon too. You can copy their attacks, but can't take into account their growth. Like, yeah, it's kind of on the nose but that's literally just it haha -I like how it wraps around that even with all his power, Sephirotmon was alone when they defeated him. He was never friendly with the other Cherubimon mooks (evil Legendary Warriors?? I dunno how to refer to this group lol) and maybe not being so callous to each other might've saved them in the long run… (sidenote I really wish some anime story sometime would take the "power of friendship" thing but apply it to everyone, including the villainous group(s); friendship doesn't mean virtue and goodness, it means bonds between people, even if those people are the opposite of virtuous and good, but that's a ramble for another day) -Okay all the Cerubimon mooks are DOOOOWN and we end on Cherubimon ominously saying about breaking a seal--a seal on itself?? Or another Digimon/power?? And once again we see Beowulfmon a final time… KOJI AND NOT-KOJI WHO ARE YOOOUUU -I didn't think I'd write this much about this episode, between it being combat heavy and me being very tired but here we are!

#not art #digimon frontier #frontier watching

[goopi-e]

Finally got a semblance of free time to play the Recently Released Videogame! No plot discussions happen in this post, I just gush about the little things.

My experience is, uh. Suboptimal. I am grateful my laptop can emulate Switch at all, but when your average FPS is around 5, only gets as high as 12 and has a tendency to go into decimals or freeze, fast-paced combat gets hard.

Despite that, the gameplay is fun! All the abilities are such a blast, and compliment one another nicely: for example, I cheesed one part of a certain shrine by Ultrahanding a platform in one place in the air for a bit, then effectively Stasising it with Recall, then Ascending on top of that still-Recalled platform, and then getting additional height by shield-jumping on a shield fused with a spring. Just for funsies. The intended solution was to essentially shield-surf on a short straight rail.

God I love fusing springs to shields. Revali who. My Bomb Flower count is criminally low, as I haven't figured a way to dupe them w/o exploding, and I don't have consistent source of rockets yet, but the springs are relatively early-game and do their job pretty well!

You know what I love even more than that? Glitches :^). And they're finally easy enough for me, a total noob, to perform. I only duped materials so far, timing a frame-perfect weapon dupe on my suboptimal setup sounds hard... but I wanna try and transfer the legendary MsgNotFound one of these days. I was so lucky to find a diamond in one of the caves tho!

Did you know that the shrine lobby (a tiny area seen through the entry portal) can serve as a cover for your campfire during rainy weather? It made more sense in BоTW, as Shеikah shrines were more material, but beggars can't be choosers.

So far my playthrough fits the "feral Lonk" stereotype. Towns are laggy, so I mostly wander around the wilderness aimlessly. The overall plan is to grind the full second stamina wheel + activate a few towers, then go get the Heart Container from the Great Plateau quest, get the Master Sword, grind shrines for hearts and only then hit a couple of dungeons. After that, joining the Yıga is a must. I'm not even sure I'll be able to fight the dungeon bosses or G-man with how hard even the basic combat currently is, so my only hope is to be able to tank through damage.

I wanted to get the Lobster Tunic so badly, but the guys at Lurеlin keep kicking my ass :^(.

Sadly, it seems you cannot skip the first memory. The puddles just aren't anywhere inside the geoglyphs.

Fujibаyashi-san loves to put the "temporary equipment loss moment" in all of the series entries done under him (except MC), and in TоTK alone there's soooo many. It's a whole shrine subset now, not to mention the dedicated pantsless quest in the gazette storyline. Wonder how's the Еvеntide doing these days - judging by a chasm, it doesn't seem like a similar event will take place here.

Speaking of chasms on the islands... Remember the PH-themed archipelago in the wetlands? There's a chasm on Mercay island. You know. The island where the Temple of The Ocean King is located. Something about the way BоTW/TоTK genuinely appreciates DS games feels very vindicating. First Monster Cake being a chancellor's favourite dessert, then the Phantom armor being one of the most OP sets, and now this chasm.

I saw Flowerblight :з.

Ang got owned by the Floormasters Gloom Hands once. Not touching them with a sturdy-stick-stick before I get s'more hearts, I know what comes after.

The guy with the sign! Such a cute concept, and the rewards are always so generous!

Depths are weird. The flora is super cool, and the landscape is twisted to a degree that merely figuring out how to get from point A to point B becomes a nontrivial challenge. Collecting Poes is fun, and I love getting the uncorrupted weapons from the ghosts of the past. Everything else scares me shitless. Mostly

Catching a Star fragment mid-air feels downright magical. I know they were probably coded with exactly that method of aquisition in mind, but it always feels like such a lucky catch.

Saw Nауdra once. Got the scale. Fused it to a spear. Now the spear looks like a comically large spoon, and I can't keep a straight face when this thing pops across half a screen, so I never equip it, but don't unfuse it either out of respect for the comedy aspect. The only funnier weapon that I've got so far is the honeycomb boomerang I got from a monster camp (the idea is genius, and I have honeycombs to maybe recreate it later), which is currently fused to a surprisingly high-damage Boko arm.

Yeah, I'm not unfusing my comically large Nауdra spon until I get a camera and take a selfie with it.

I always feel bad when fighting the apple-collecting Bokos. They have tiny Boko baskets on their backs :^(. They're just little guys :^(.

PORTABLE COOKING POTS. AND MULTIPLE TRAVEL MEDALLIONS THAT AREN'T LOCKED BY A DLC. YES.

Purаh is the prettiest woman to grace this world.

#totk spoilers #...arguably

[skitskatdacat63]

Finally got myself to start 2009 :D

Warning: long-winded ramble about gifing under the cut

Preface: this is one of those rambles that I have to myself in my head when I'm trying to fall asleep and I just keep repeating it to myself over and over and going over it like it's a monologue and then fall asleep unexpectedly

God I can already tell that gifing anything 2009 and beyond is gonna be an absolute nightmare for me 😭 I mean *positive* nightmare, but nightmare none the less. Basically this is because the more recent the race is, the better the production and camerawork is. Which is good for watching but bad when you're trying to condense all of the post-race into one gifset. Speaking of that, does anyone know exactly when the production improved btwn 2005 and 2009? I watched one 2008 race, I really can't remember how good the production/camerawork was. Also I hope you guys get what I mean by that LOL and it's not just me being overly specific

If you've seen any of my 2023 posts so far, you'll notice I'm able to make a pretty fulfilling set focusing on just one driver, and that driver isn't even the winner of the race. Trying to make a gifset of anyone but the winner in 2005 would be borderline impossible because the camera mainly only focuses on the winner, only really showing the p2 and p3 drivers when they accept their trophies. I mean from a viewers perspective, I obviously enjoy the enhanced production because it's really nice to see more of the drivers other than the winner. But how am I supposed to condense it into only 10 gifs AAAAHHHHHH!!! And like to worsen this, even if 2005 had the same production quality as 2023, I think it'd still be easier for me because there's fewer drivers I really like from that era.

But 2009-2013 is the era in which all of my favs are there and in the forefront, so it's impossible for me to take a 2023 approach to it in which I focus on one driver. Like bruh how am I meant to condense it when it's a Seb, Jenson & Mark podium, my folder for the race is gonna have like...30+ gifs. I have enough issues condensing 2023, one driver focused, to ten, and I had issues with 2005 sometimes, so AHHHHHHHH. It's like that meme of the woman getting fed too many cakes. I gifed a tiny bit of China 2009 if you remember, and even though I was only focusing on a relatively tiny section...I swear to god I made like 10 or some other inane amount.

Speaking of 2023 I gotta say, I'm so fucked when inevitably Fernando doesn't end up being on the podium. How am I supposed to make a gifpost when my number one boy isn't there :(( I'm not sure who else I'd end up focusing on? There's not as many drivers I absolutely love in 2023 compared to, for example, the V8 era. It's not like atp I'm predicting Oscar to get a podium so :,) I guess I'll probably end up just making a more general kind of post, focusing on everyone instead of just one driver?

#ive got my peach red bull ready to try !! #i keep accidentally getting spoiled abt 2009 race results so #im annoyed at myself cause i completely forgot i wanted to remain at leadt partially unaware of the results #the other day i opened the 2009 wiki page to look at the results and then quickly looked away like i burned my eyes when i remembered #i mean yeah i generally know a good amnt of the results bcs ive researched it a bit before and also through fic #but i want to at least give myself the illusion that i dont know who wins what and whos on the podium and what the standings are like #sry that long rant has been on my mind for a while #it was one of the things keeping me away from starting 2009 actually lol #also hope you guys dont mind a 2009 post right before the baku wknd starts? should be fine right? #catie.rambling.txt

[2n2n]

The boys’ hands are so big compared to girls’ it makes me laugh a lot

dkslad;jsak it makes me laugh every DAY also, the boy's hands have gotten progressively bigger as Aida hones her art more, fksdljflsd. The girls have little rat hands, the girl's hands look like the hands of the Trashion Alley prototype dolls

its so funny that when Hanako changes gender this is like, the most visually crucial change

I also must say that. I feel like. When a scene is extremely horny, loaded, spicey, a boy is looming, dom moment, that,, I feel like the hands get infinitely bigger, Hanako's hands become the size of Nene-chan's head, it feels like. the fetish gets turned all the way up, UNREASONABLY HUGE HANDS

I think it's cute of her, in that, it's just so over the top. Yashiro's tiny mouse hands sooo tiny here suddenly, Hanako could like hold both in one gigantic mit. gsflgjkfl. its like it cannot be stopped. This is a shota ... ??? a shota's hands??????????? 13 year old boy hands on a 15 year old girl???????? OKAY....!!! SO IT IS...!!

It's where I'm like, "I know Hakubo is extremely dreamboat handsome . Because his whole thing is insanely gigantic monster hands"

afdfks;rkglh.

there's something so funny about it. Because otherwise, this is a beautiful manga where absolutely everyone has gigantic fat eyelashes, and either big sparkly eyes or scary pin eyes (on any side of the scale, no gender bias), and generally speaking there's a lot of modest or fairly flat chests (not so unusual, but of course some manga are more busty than others). Nene-chan hardly ever has a chest bump anymore (I'd say it used to be more prominent now and again, but she's more typically flat now, even in a thin t-shirt)... even beautiful Aoi doesn't have much. The beautiful Sakura, I dunno, not much. It's not so pronounced, in body types..... ikemen like Teru and Natsuhiko are all broad shouldered or wahtever .... Hanako hardly changes physically when swap'd, but its not like he's an especially masculine boy .... so he's just a sort of funny looking normal girl ... Kou is really distinctly masculine and all, but he's really not the standard, or anything. Akane, Teru, Mitsuba, the Yugi, all would be pretty feminine looking in the context of a lot of other manga's lineups, at least qualify as a bishie, with they doll eyes, but it's just the baseline here. Its not like One Piece or something. A kind of beautiful pretty world all around with some tiny guys , some big guys, and levels of grace for any and all.

but the great dividing factor ........... hands ..................... Amane can be all shrimpy and doe eyed, but he big gnarly man hands lol ....

sooo funny. Aida why this lol... so distinct lol ...

I actually think guy's hands VARY a bit more, girls kindof all be having the same sweet little rat hands, but like... Mitsuba's hands ... are .... not likely to be drawn crazy fucked up, they ARE in the 'boy' category, but also they're like, next to Kou's horrible mitts, so they are comparatively small lol. and I don't feel like there's often much occasion/context they get so big (idk. it's a dom thing for them to get giant. and he's a maso.)

~relatively feminine and not huge but still boy~ VS Kou a scary gorilla

Tsukasa's hands are sometimes drawn a bit thinner/smaller lol, less blunt, but still within the range of 'boy' lol.... (my icon: a case study of this) ... its all so whims it feels like lol ....

#avvy's JSHK #you can only judge the lurid close-ups cuz distant shots are just gesture and whatall #but in this case mitsuba really is hard to study bc he so often has his hands hidden ... what does it mean lol #Tsukasa is like lawless I feel like its compulsive. they can get huge or they can be oddly not the same as Amane's. what does it mean lol

[tessabennet]

So. *wiggles eyebrows* You're saying if I ask real nice, you'll give me ALL the spoilers? I'm SO VERY tempted right now to ask a million questions and have you spoil the shit out of your own fic. 👀

But where's the fun in that? So much of the excitement of reading the series is in finding out how you're going to deal with certain events/characters/canon fuck-ups and how you're ultimately going to turn this ship around.

So, I will refrain (so generous of me, I know!). Still, if you feel so inclined, can I ask 25 & 35 for the ask game?

Also, since I'm writing this in a sort of vegetative state from my sickbed (yes, please pity me, thank you!), can I ask for a line/snippet from one of the future parts, pretty please?

Thank you!🥰

Noo, J, sorry to hear you're sick. Hope it's nothing too serious 😧

Your restraint is greatly appreciated btw, I know how hard it must be 😜😁 So, here we go with the asks:

25. What is a weird, hyper-specific detail you know about one of your characters that is completely irrelevant to the story?

Bucky's favourite drink is a Mamie Taylor. He never much got to drink it, because the places they usually went to before the war didn't really do cocktails (more like beer and hard liquor, you know?) He rediscovered it in the 21st century, by which point it had also become Steve's favourite - because, well, nowadays the drink is called a Buck.

35. What’s your favorite writing rule to smash into smithereens?

Write what you know is the obvious answer. Like... no? Sir, this is comic book logic. I'm no brain surgeon or neurologist, I'm going on pretentious name dropping and wikipedia alone. I've only been to a tiny fraction of all the places I name in the series; I only know Brooklyn by google maps street view. I never once ran an international intelligence agency or worked as a black ops agent. How the fuck would I ever write anything if it was just me and my life experience??

The other thing I've seen as ""advice"" before is to not use semicolons. Which, fuck that. You can pry those from my cold dead hands because I need them and we're bound for live, it's a love story, etc etc.

As for the snippet you asked for, of course you'll get one! A long one even, right under the cut. It's from the latest chapter I wrote, only just this morning.

I really hope you'll feel better very soon!! Gute Besserung ❤️‍🩹

Because Steve moved back to the Heights. Once he'd found the place, he knew there wouldn't be another choice. He's just a few streets away from the place where, before the war, he was the happiest. Just a few block away from his and Bucky's old place.

A few years ago he probably wouldn't have been willing to pay for his new place. Able, maybe, but too stubborn to give in to the insane prices that a place in Brooklyn will cost in this century.

Except the prices have gone way down since the Snap. Fewer people in the world means fewer people with the kind of money that can afford a condo like this. In fact, the apartment Steve got here is probably way below the kind of place he could afford. He started realising way back when he first moved to DC that there's a whole new world of apartments that he could afford, way more luxurious than this one. He never cared for that shit, and he's not starting now.

This condo's more than enough, really. It's a quiet street, relatively speaking. It's only a short way to work. He's close to Cadman Plaza, which opened in 1939, when he and Bucky were still living in Montague Street. It feels familiar. Steve sometimes goes by the War memorial on his way home. Somehow, that feels way more sincere than the showy statue of Captain America in Prospect Park. After all, Captain America never lived in Brooklyn; he never set foot in it, not really. In Brooklyn, Steve's ever only been some guy. A mouthy one, yes, but nothing special.

Bucky would disagree on this. But that's not the point.

#writing #fanfic #marvel

[whoneedslovewhenyouhaveknives]

Welcome Home: Casino of the Vamps Fankids!

(Note: COTV AU belongs to @larzuen! These lil guys aren’t canon to either Welcome Home or Casino of the Vamps; they’re just for fun!)

Name: Bailey Darling-Beagle Type: Hybrid (Mix of Human/Vampire/Werewolf. Calls herself a “mutt” sometimes.) Special Ability: Visions Favorite Food: Apples and Caramel Dip Hobby: Anything to do with drawing!

The eldest of the Sowbelleau hellions, Bailey is very calm and calculated. There’s a reason why she’s unofficially banned from the casino’s tables. With an ever-present smile and ever-watching eyes, it’s best that you watch yourself around her; she doesn’t take any sort of threat to her family lightly, and she has a tendency to go… overboard.

Her ability, “Visions”, has two parts. First, she can touch a surface and send a small, painted-looking eye scurrying across it to station itself. She can peer through these little eyes at anytime, much like security cameras. For the second part… she tends to dream strange things, and has made a habit of drawing her dreams the second she wakes… Mainly because her dreams have a habit of coming true.

Name: Rosalyn “Rosie” Frankly-Dear Type: Vampire (Distant relative of Eddie, who he and Frank adopted) Special Ability: Pattern Cataloging Favorite Food: Banana Pudding Hobby: Exploring

The middle of the Sowbelleau hellions, Rosie (named after a very pretty moth) is a little motor mouth, chattering on about this and that. Though most think she wears her heart on her sleeve, she has no qualms with white lies, especially if said lies get her and her “cousins” cookies before dinner! Gifted with her words, she knows just how to twist them.

Her ability, “Pattern Cataloging”, works a bit like a deduction, allowing her to comb over tiny details others might miss and piece them together, forming a clear picture. It’s also useful in combat and video games; as long as the opponent has a “tell” before their move, she can recognize it.

Name: Junie Starlet-Joyful Type: Hybrid (Vampire/Human) Special Ability: Siren Song Favorite Food: Pineapple Chunks Hobby: Writing

The youngest of the Sowbelleau hellions, Junie embodies “actions speak louder than words”. She rarely speaks, but her signs, gestures, and expressions tend to make her the loudest in the room. Practical and athletic despite her delicate looks, she doesn’t humor fools, and is a firm believer in “If you talk shit, you’re gonna get hit”.

The reason she doesn’t speak much is because of her ability, “Siren Song”. A word or two from her can quickly put you in a trance, even when she isn’t trying to. She’s learning to speak without her ability, but prefers to sign simply for the convenience of it.

#welcome home au #cotv au #fankid #welcome home #Hope you like these! #They’ve been living in my brain for a bit