#this seems v trigger warning needed but idk what trigger warnings to put on it

[k4katsujin]

vamp ghost brainrot do you see my vision

DO YOU SEE MY VISION?!?!?!?!?!

ok this is v random but apparently im on a creative spree so lets enjoy it while it lastssss

context: the idea came from when i noticed ghost had lil fangs on his mask and and and

reader is tf141's medic/nurse idk how you call it but you get it also shoutout to @unabashedcroissanttreefan (PHEROMONE IS BACKK) and @cluelylikesporn mwah

also reader is not white AND a vampire. boom. not black either but i like the concept of poc/mixed vampires (and poc vampires would look so cool) (i am mixed and id look so cool as an autistic soon-to-be-adult teen vampire and you cant tell me otherwise.)

wc: 1049

also trigger warning dislocation and blood (duh there's vampirism in this fic what did you expect /lh)

also maybe ooc ghost idrk

pt 2 in the making!

"okay, lets see... who do we have next.." you said as your checked your medical files. "lieutenant riley?" (you raise an eyebrow) "strange. he never came before" you thought out loud, but you shrugged it off. "you can come in!"

"hello, y/n" ghost greeted you politely as he sat in front of you. "i hope my team hasn't been of too much trouble"

"don't worry about them!" you smile softly, "lets talk about you, for once! what brings you there? you usually never come to check ups, which i have to say isnt very professional!!" you scold him lightly, "but im glad you seem safe and well!"

ghost chuckled softly before replying: " i came here because i have been suffering from awful migraines, and i have no idea where they can possibly come from, and so i wanted to ask you if you could check? and maybe give me a stronger dose of painkillers so that i won't need to bother you every week? also, i noticed i have been having more trouble falling asleep, it's as if i found myself more... active in the nighttime, i would say?"

"mhm.. this sure is strange, but dont worry!" you reply with an assured smile. "do you have some spare time so i can do your checkup now, or do you wish to book another appointment?"

"i would like to do it now, if you don't mind"

"okay, no problem!" you smile as you put on a surgery mask, "lay down on this chair and lift up your mask just above your mouth, please! ill start off with examinating your teeth."

ghost did as you asked him to, and you started your inspection; what you saw surely was weird.

"this is strange..." you muttered to yourself, "can you please bite into this?" you asked him as you handed him a plaster mold. "it looks like your fangs... have overgrown."

"what??" ghost asked, confused. "with all due respect, you must be kidding me."

"im not" you reply, showing him the mold he bit in. "see? its like, the bite mark is... sharper than a usual one would be"

"and... do you happen to have a reason to that?" ghost starts to panic, "or even a remedy?"

"i think... i might have an idea, but don't freak out, okay?" (he nods unsurely) "you might want to sit down for this one. okay so... there have been rumors - and i insist on the word 'rumor' - of a disease that turns people into vampires, and-"

"are you telling me i'm one of those freaks?!?" ghost hurried, panicked.

"that's... insensitive to us.." you mutter to yourself, "but nevermind. no, there is no cure, you just learn to live with it.

"thats..." he thought out loud, "wait did you say us? are you a vampire too?"

"duh, just because im not white doesn't mean i cant be a vampire thats- very cliché." you reply, slightly offended. "but yes, i am."

"but- how do you even sleep at night? how do you even feed yourself ? and-" ghost's mind raced with questions.

"let me guess, you're assuming all vampires drink blood to survive, aren't you?" (he nods, slightly ashamed, but you smiled, amused at his panic) "don't worry, we aren't all like that. i'd be delighted to teach you there are a whole lot of different types of vampires! for example, i am an empathic one! which means i tend to be more well... empathic."

"and how does one know what type of vampire one is?" ghost asked, seeming childhishly interested to the point it almost looked endearing.

"thats exactly what im coming to!" you reply with a soft smile, before coming back a few moments later with a little pouch of blood. "what does this make you feel?"

"this looks delicious" he replies as his eyes lit up, "can i have a taste?"

"well then," you chuckled, "it's all settled! you're a blood drinker vampire!"

"oh." the worries then came back in his voice, "does that mean i have to..." (he gulps) "kill people to drink their blood?"

"well, technically speaking, if we were in a typical eldritch story, you would have to. but, hopefully for the writer we're not, and its a good thing im a medic, so i have plenty of those little pouches!"

ghost sighed in relief, but then panic peaked again.

"do you think we should tell others? like, price and soap?" ghost asked worried.

"no. not for now, at least." you thought for a moment, and added: "but, one thing is sure, if we dont want anybody to find out you have to do whatever it takes to not get deployed,or else... "

"we're fucked, balls deep." ghost completed your sentence. "but how? price won't allow me to stay at the base unless i get injured."

"that's exactly my point!" you say as your eyes glimmer mischievously, "but im not sure you will like the idea.."

"whatever it takes for people not to notice.." he sighs.

"good!" you reply with a smile, "please lay down on this chair,just so youre warned its gonna be a little... painful."

"what the fuck- you sprained my fucking ankle???" ghost hurried, grumbling in pain.

"what?? you wanted a reason to not get deployed, didnt you? you should thank me" you chuckled as you noticed him wincing in pain. "anyway, its time for price's meeting, take those to help you walk, and you let me do the talking to price, okay?"

ghost nodded as you both headed to the briefing room, one of his arm around your shoulder to help him walk, where price and the rest of the task force were already waiting for you.

"sorry we're late, captain!" you hurried as you and ghost entered the room.

"its fine" price replied, raising an eyebrow, "what happened to you, Lieutenant?"

"we were practicing close fighting and he accidentally sprained his ankle, sir" you reply with an assured smile.

"is that so?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, "then why didnt i see both your names in the record?"

"because we forgot, and there was nobody on the wait list, sir" you reply. "but i promise it wont happen again."

"good" price sighed, "then i suppose i have no choice but to make gaz replace you, ghost."

is all for part one i feel like its already too long help

hope you enjoyed, if you dont reblog ill snatch your toenails

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[gaykey]

The person who hopes Big is still alive here. I agree with what you said and the other anon too. To me the worst thing is that VP stans have been talking openly about the V×P novel plot without warning about spoilers etc, and now I'm already expecting off-putting things that make me see it negatively. If I heard about the novel plot for K×P from the start, I would probably stop watching altogether. But because I didn't go into it knowing what happened in the novel and instead saw it handled much better in the show, I could enjoy it

hello again

mmm yeah, i'm sick of seeing spoilers tbh. also, the lack of trigger warnings. some people might be really sensitive towards some of the content in the novels, but, no one seems to care.

i get that if you're watching kp, you should be aware of the mature and dark content already, but, novel stuff is a bit different? or maybe i'm just being to prissy about it idk

i knew vaguely about he novel plot (after seeing the first original trailer) but, i was pretty sure they'd change it anyway, so, i didn't go in completely blind.

to someone who had no idea though, yeah, it'd be pretty off-putting towards the show as a whole. and possibly put them off watching further...

but, that's why we stay out of the tag now anon, that's the only way. we need to curate our fandom experience & enjoyment ♡

#anon

[willieowinsbury]

i am literally every podcast character like i nearly killed myself for a project and now everyone is like lena please go to bed you can go to bed if you want to!! and i am like new project-

#please can someone fall in love with me and force me to go to bed #and by nearly killed myself i mean like. literally another week living like that and i would've ended up in the hospital i think #anyway i just fully have Not Been Doing Well #my own fault and design ofc but like #i dont know what to do with myself i am so bored trying to relax #ask to tag #this seems v trigger warning needed but idk what trigger warnings to put on it #txt #willieposting

[sonianvmd]

thh characters with a crush on you

warnings: none, maybe some swearing but otherwise nothing major

oH and mentions of murder and death but this is danganronpa so im going to assume u expected as much

a/n: so we kickin this blog off with a bang, writing for LITERALLY THE ENTIRE TRIGGER HAPPY HAVOC CAST LMFAOAOAOAO (excluding hifumi, yasuhiro, and the two despairs doe bc i’ve already made that clear)

also some character’s sections are shorter than others im sorry i just couldnt think of as many bullet points for them *tiktok cry emoji*

edit: I FORGOT CELSESTE FU K SORRY

spoilers under the cut!!

★ 彡 ★ ミ ★ 彡 ★ ミ ★

makoto naegi

when he realizes he likes you, he doesn’t necessarily panic or anything, but he does get nervous

nervous around you, that is

y’all saw how he was with sayaka

if he says anything that might sound intimate then he’ll immediately rephrase it or reassure he didn’t mean anything by it

he really only does have good intentions but his wording just kinda flops sometimes

he appreciates how you listen to him and value what he says

you don't make him feel dumb or inferior compared to a bunch of ultimates with actual talents

he’ll muster up the courage to tell you eventually

let’s hope his luck comes through 😁

byakuya togami

now when THIS man realizes he likes you, he a bitch nigga bout it 😐

he can't believe he fell for a common plebeian such as you

but it was hard not to

the way you preferred to get to the point

the way you were aware of your situation and didn't sugarcoat how you felt about it, although you certainly were nicer with it than him

he's ruthless

anyways

you knew your priorities and spent no time trying to use your resources

he noticed how much you had in common; in you, he saw himself

and we all know how this mf feels about himself 😐

he’ll be quick to defend you in class trials

he won’t realize he’s doing it but he just subconsciously protects you

but just because he doesn't notice it, don't mean the rest of the class brushes past it as well

yeah they on his ass LMFAOO

kyoko kirigiri

kyoko is very good at keeping her composure so she won’t be very obvious

she’ll probably just hang around you more

she’ll also defend you in class trials, calmly

“oh, it couldn’t have been [name]. i remember seeing them in their dorm around the time the murder took place.”

hifumi probably finna say some dumb shit like “aye what was you doin in their dorm doe” but anyways

she finds you respectable

if you have anything to contribute, she’ll let you take the floor

when she tells you, she’s very composed, but also very indirect LMFAO

she’s not too sure on how to express her interest in you but maybe she’ll go about it like “well, [name], now we’ve made it here, would you like to step back into the world with me?” or somethin else along those lines idk

take her hand

pls

toko fukawa

y’all know her whole “master togami” shtick

yeah so 😁😁😁😁

no but fr, toko ofc still has her borderline stalkerish 🧍🏾‍♀️ tendencies

she’ll often find herself staring at you, either in the library or in the morning meetings everyday at breakfast

but she isn’t as straight forward as she is with byakuya

i actually think she’d be mad shy and non confrontational

the whole thing she kept up with him ? yeah, never again

if you approach her first then she’ll be able to get a few words out but for most of the conversation, she’ll just nervously play with her braids

you’ll most likely put two and two together

unless ur a makoto kinnie bc then you’ll have to wait till someone else puts it in place for u but anyways

if you decide to approach her about it, you’ll kinda be backing her into a corner bc she’s just bad at deflecting things lmao

she’ll eventually confess (begrudgingly but hey i mean its better than nothing)

expect much stuttering and a gesture like giving you a small gift

and not to be that writer that uses japanese terms in english writing but toko seems like a tsundere but not really if that makes sense?? so she’d probably shove it in your hands and if you try to say something then she’ll just try to play it off as not a big deal lol

calls u a baka 😍😍

aoi asahina

i know y’all all see how she is with sakura

yeah.

aoi is the kind of person who’d like to spend time with their crush rather than shy away from them

she values you and your friendship very much

bring her donuts

just trust me bring her donuts

she doesn’t really realize she’s into you like that for a while but believe me, she is, the whole time

and yeah i think she’d be nervous to tell you bc that’s just natural but ultimately she’d be cool about it

uh oh looks like we goin for a swim

sakura ogami

similar to kyoko, she’s very calm

despite her big and bad appearance, she really is a sweet girl

she cares for you and your well-being very much

will indeed go on x games mode for you

the way she tells you is very sincere and well spoken

kith her

naow

im sorry this is like the shortest one i couldn’t think of much for her 😔😔

leon kuwata

flirtatious ass mf

and he’s lightskin

so this just cannot go well

y’all know that bit where it’s like the guy yawns and stretches his arms up and then wraps one around your shoulder

yeah that’s literally him LMFAOO

he’s very confident

he was fairly well known with the ladies at his old school so you know he’s rhockin wit it ‼️

but

you feel.. different than usual ??

those girls were just lil flings n dates bc he was nice enough to accept their confessions and it boosted his ego anyway so it was a win win

but you

he was genuinely interested in you since he had saw you the first time

he didn’t just acknowledge your appearance

he learnt about your personality and your hobbies and what you liked and such, and he really cared and wanted to hear you talk about it all

he felt the need to really make an effort to show you how much he respected and had affections for you

he doesn't tell you in a grand way

probably just asks you out to a movie or somethin

he's chillin

mondo owada

you know

for being the biggest, baddest, most respected biker gang leader

or just for being in a biker gang period

mondo’s a huge softie lol

yeah he gets violent but he’s a sweet guy who cares about and is loyal to his friends

so mfs need to be nice to you

or they gettin whooped

when he decides it’s time to tell you how he feels, he thinks over his words and he’s all confident there’s no way you’d reject him but then he sees you in the halls and goes 🧍🏾 LMFAOOO

he’ll push through but it’s like he’ll walk up to you and look away from you because he refuses eye contact and just go

“so y/n, would you wanna.. tch.. come to a drive-in movie with me or somethin’?... dumbass.”

real smooth mondo i think you got em good job

please tease him LMFAOO it’d be so funny

he’d probably yell but you can tell he’s not mad so you just keep going with it

but once you’re done tormenting him, you do agree to the movie, don’t worry 🙏🏾

also mondo would call his s/o doll

that is all

chihiro fujisaki

my fav dude in a dress <3

chihiro would be quite shy, but that’s just how he is tbh so no surprise there

he’s very kind so he’d check up on you often just to see how you are

he cares about you v much

the way he confesses is one that consists of a red face as he offers you a box of candy or something similar

and he’d feel honored that you reciprocate his feelings

he’d be very scared to tell you his secret but once he does, he’s delighted to hear it doesn’t make any difference to you

he doesn’t know how he got so lucky with you

not only because woooo they like me back but also because you like him despite,, well everything about him LMFAOO

sweet lil boy

i’d feel like he’d talk about you to alter ego a lot

and when u meet the program for the first time, he’s like “oh! you must be [name]! master’s told me all about you :)”

sobbing i miss him

kiyotaka ishimaru

okay here’s the thing

if taka were to like someone

i can’t tell whether he’d be more strict because he doesn’t want them to get in trouble (and also so it would hopefully divert any suspicion that he DOES like you since he treats you the same as everyone else, only more)

or if he’d hold back more because he favors them LMFAOO

so imma write a lil bit for both

in the case that he was even stricter:

he’d prefer to be around you because he believes the best way he can make sure you stay out of trouble is to make sure you don’t get into any in the first place

of course it’s impossible to monitor you every second of every day but he does his best to make sure you’re doing well

if he sees you do anything out of line, he’s shutting that shit down IMMEDIATELY

but in the case he let up:

he’d still lecture you but noticeably less than the other students

if your feet were resting on top of a desk, he’d ask you to move them and then leave you alone rather than yell at you and forcibly move them himself

if you notice his behavior towards you in comparison to the other students do not tease him about it he will go as red as his eyes /hj

either way he’s confessing to you with a polite but exaggerated bow while holding out a well thought out letter with both hands

sayaka maizono

she will tell you

idk why but i feel like she’d be straight up lol

she’d make sure she’s sincere

she is the ultimate pop idol and all so she wants to make sure you know that she really does like you and isn’t playing a sick joke on you or anything

ok bc

while i do think she’d tell you

i’d feel like she’d be a little indirect just to see how you feel

like she’d give you a free ticket to one of her upcoming concerts with a kind smile

and naturally, you're like :o

and of course you come to support her

and seeing you smile at her from the crowd and cheer her on was the encouragement she needed to push her to ask you out

for real this time

she asks if you wanna come to a concert with her and ur like “oh yeah i love ur shows!!” bc ur dumb and then she’s like “no i mean.. for another artist” and eventually it hits you that she’s asking you out and ur like “oH YEAH YEAH SURE THAT SOUNDS GREAT YEAH OK” LMFAOO

———

i really hope that this is good LMFAOO this is my first time writing for dr so 😃👍🏾

fun fact i finished toko’s section first and taka’s last 😁😁

and i’d like to thank @mius-imagination @bloodygir n the rest of the discord for helping me figure some of these characters out *simultaneously whips and nae naes*

bye ive been working on this for like weeks this took forever

———

edit: here’s a deleted section bc i kept blanking for this character 😍

#danganronpa x reader #makoto naegi x reader #naegi x reader #byakuya togami x reader #byakuya x reader #kyoko kirigiri x reader #kirigiri x reader #toko fukawa x reader #aoi asahina x reader #asahina x reader #sakura ogami x reader #kiyotaka ishimaru x reader #kiyotaka x reader #ishimaru x reader #celestia ludenberg x reader #celestia x reader #celeste x reader #mondo owada x reader #mondo x reader #chihiro fujisaki x reader #chihiro x reader #leon kuwata x reader #leon x reader #sayaka maizono x reader #sayaka x reader #maizono x reader #danganronpa #trigger happy havoc #makoto x reader

[rogue-durin-16]

THINGS NEVER GO AS PLANNED (Part V/VII)

"the perfect excuse"

Summary: After Fred's death, George and Y/n lean on each other to carry on. This wasn't the most brilliant idea, though; George was pretty much in love with the girl, and Y/n— well, she had been dating Fred prior to the Battle of Hogwarts.

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

Genre: angst mostly

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Suggested by: @crispykittywitch

Things never go as planned: @sarcasticallywitty15 @beautyschoo1dropout @s1ut4georgeweasley @sunshineandshadowss @missmulti @weasleywh0r3s @andreaareynoso @georgeweasley19 @dianarte

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog @amourtentiaa

Warnings: language, drinking, makeout getting spicy

A/N: idk what happened here, this was not planned I'm just horny ig??? Anyway have this part that was definitely not meant to unfold like this but hey, I'm not mad, so enjoy <3

Prologue: the aftermath

Part I: sleepless nights

Part II: candy floss

Part III: shock therapy

Part IV: wrong name

Part VI: the downfall

Part VII: apart

Epilogue: I still love you

Rogue-durin-16 masterlist

I checked myself in the mirror one last time before heading to the kitchen. There was no actual need of dressing up nicely, since we both would be spending New Year's Eve at the flat, but since Ginny, Ron, Harry and Hermione were coming, we decided to clean up for our guests.

"Hmm, smells good." I leaned on the doorframe, observing George finishing cooking.

"These past five months' messes paid off." He joked, grabbing a kitchen rag to clean his hands. "Can you keep an eye on it while I go get read..." He trailed off automatically when his gaze landed on me. "Woah— okay." He cleared his throat, eyes slightly widened at my outfit, and I couldn't help but enjoy a bit too much his attention. "You look really good— is that the new blouse?"

"Yup." I replied, a coy smile dancing on my lips as I stepped to him and picked the kitchen rag myself. "C'mon, go clean up nice for our guests."

It only took him a couple of minutes, since he might have had his suit ready.

"Mind lending a hand with the tie, love?" He requested, stepping into the kitchen with his attention on the shirt's cuffs which he was buttoning up.

Damn, he looked so good; it wasn't even fair.

"Y/n?" He chuckled, finally looking up.

"Uh— yeah! Sure." I threw the rag over the counter and led my hands to the tie, taking my time to make the knot; maybe I wanted an excuse to have my hands on him.

We stayed in silence until I was finished; it wasn't an awkward silence, but it wasn't comfortable either— it was, in fact, stifling.

"There you go." I more like whispered instead of talking, sliding my hands down his chest briefly. His eyebrows were knitted, trying to decipher my demeanor; his hands caught one of mines before they fell limply on my sides, and for a second, I thought he was about to do something really stupid —something I had wanted to do for the last three months—, but then the bell rang and we stepped away from each other, going to receive Ron and Hermione as if that moment hadn't happened at all.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

GINNY'S P. O. V.

I took a sip of my brandy as we laughed at Ron's joke, my eyes drifting to Hermione and then to Y/n's lap, where Teddy rested, giggling and blabbering nonsense at George's hand movements and funny faces.

George had confided me quite ashamed that he fancied Y/n about two years ago, but I knew the looks he gave her were of something more than a little crush, if you may.

Had I not known Y/n, I would be worried she was projecting Fred onto the younger twin, but the girl knew better than that, so when we got to experience how their domestic life unfolded during New Year's Eve, I felt nothing but happiness at the way Y/n laughed at my brother's jokes, or how she stared at him in pure adoration as he played with Tonks's and Lupin's baby.

"You're getting him waaay too exited, mate." Harry chuckled, extending his arms for Y/n to hand him the toddler. "He needs to go to sleep."

Teddy, who we had put to sleep in Y/n's room shortly after dinner, had woken up right before the New Year came to us, and, since he refused to go back to sleep, Y/n took on the task of entertaining him. George joined as soon as he witnessed Teddy's hair going rainbow-like at Y/n's actions.

"Actually, I think we all need to go to sleep." I said, leaving the glass on the table.

"Boo, you're supposed to be the youngest!" Y/n whined, earning a laughter from the rest.

"Ginny's right, though." Ron stood up and all of us followed his lead. "It's really late and I don't want mum to see us drunk when she wakes up."

"Not a good impression to make on your future mother-in-law, oi, Granger?" George's tease made Hermione's cheeks flush, murmuring an 'idiot' before giving him a hug. "Take care, all of you." He added after he and Y/n had hugged everyone goodbye.

The five of us exited the flat and apparated in the Burrow's yard in silence until Harry asked, "are they together now?"

"We don't know." I confessed with a grimace.

"Well, together or not, they're definitely fucking."

"Ronald!" Hermione exclaimed, slapping her boyfriend's arm.

"I just said what everyone else's thinking." He defended himself, and none of us could deny it.

READER'S P. O. V.

We began to pick up the dirty plates, glasses and cutlery in order to take them to the sink and leave them there to wash them tomorrow.

"Oi, look what I found." George wiggled a firewhiskey bottle at me from the living room.

Without thinking twice, I grabbed the half empty ice cream tub I had just left over the counter, a couple of clean glasses, and I made my way to George.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"—and that was only in our... Third- no- fourth! year?" He finished the story, joining me in the giggling; I didn't doubt the story was funny, but I was sure it seemed ten times funnier because of the alcohol. "Wait- where were you back then?" He knitted his brows in confusion.

"A year below you." I laughed.

He snorted. "Below me," he took a look at his empty glass before reaching for the bottle with a laugh "hell, I wish."

I couldn't help but laugh too. "Sure you do." I wouldn't have laughed if I were sober, but then again I highly doubted he would have said that if he were sober. "Y'know- you can have me below you anytime you want, Georgie." I replied between lazy giggles, leaning on him so he would pour more firewhiskey into my glass too.

A loud snort left George, triggering one of my own. "Sure, darling." He loosened his tie and tossed it to the floor. "Why's it so hot in here?"

"Mmm... Must be 'cause of you." I threw my head back to stare at the ceiling. "Or... maybe's just the alcohol." I groaned at the feeling of my head spinning, and sat upright again to chunk the now full glass in one go. "I'm hot too."

"Oh darling... You can't even imagine how much— I mean... Every day— but tonight you look partic... particular...ly? Dashing." George was leaning back against the armchair's feet, his eyes closed, his cheeks flushed and an amused smile dancing on his lips. "Why must you be so bloody perfect?" I found myself staring a bit too much at the ginger. "There's still a conscious part of my brain that knows I shouldn't be saying this shit." An idle chuckle left his chest and one of his eyes peeked open. "I'm gonna blame the alcohol, aight?"

Right, the alcohol —The perfect excuse.

I laid my glass on the floor and got up, stumbling towards him. "Oi, careful— you don't wanna trip and fall." He laughed, steadying me with his hands as I plopped down on my knees besides him. "We won't make it to St. Mungo—" With one hand on his shoulder and one on his cheek, I went for it, cutting him mid-sentece in the process.

It was one hell of a sloppy kiss, and I was so concentrated on doing it right that I didn't even hear the moan I sent into his mouth.

What the hell are you doing?, My mind screamed.

I attempted to pull away, but I felt George's hands on my sides, clutching my clothes in his fists to tug me flush against him. I took the cue and did my best to climb onto his lap and straddle his legs without losing balance.

What we were doing felt terribly wrong, and, the morning after, we would regret this little slip so much, but in that exact moment I could only think that his lips tasted like fire whiskey, strawberry and chocolate, and that the quiet moans slipping through them between the kisses were loud enough to quiet down everything in my head.

I stopped to take a breath, resting my forehead against his; our eyes locked, pupils blown out.

Heavy pants left our lungs, as if we had just run a marathon. It felt like the kiss had made a bomb go off, one that we had unconsciously been building up those past months.

It took an instant of looking at each other to know we thought the same; we wouldn't get this opportunity ever again, so at that point, we might as well carry on and pray for it not to be too bad in the morning.

This time it was George who smashed his lips against mines, teeth clashing and tongues going in each other's mouths. The situation was escalating quick; a tad too quick, I daresay.

He cursed and mumbled something about too many clothes, proceeding to pull his shirt over his head with my help, given that he could only do so much with that amount of alcohol in his sistem.

I could do even less, though. It was proven when I first attempted to get rid of my blouse.

I struggled to unbutton it, an awkward, dizzy silence falling among us before his hands travelled to mines "Wait... Lemme..." He frowned, finding that simple task as frustratingly difficult as I did. "Bloody..." A browned off grunt left his swollen lips.

"Tear it." I mumbled, letting my hands roam over his chest.

"You sure?"

I hummed, somehow impatient. "We'll fix it tomorrow." I captured his lips once more.

We'd fix it tomorrow.

I felt his hands fisting my shirt by the cleavage before giving it a firm tug, making my gasp; I wasn't expecting all the buttons to come off in one go, given his drunken state.

I didn't even have time to discard the piece of clothing before his lips attacked my neck, shutting my brain off instantly due to the sensation.

"You want this?" He whispered in my ear, his hands going up from my thighs to my back until they reached the clasp of my bra.

Not trusting my voice, I nodded vigorously, making the world shake around me so hard that I had to shut my eyes.

I felt a feather kiss on my shoulder and his fingers unfastening the bra; he was doing his best to be smooth, which wasn't a lot, but I could tell he was trying hard.

"You're so sweet." I blurted out as his fingertips ghosted over my skin while he removed the top from my body.

He tried to reply something, but articulating kept getting harder and harder as we went deeper into it, so he gave up on words and so did I; at least until his fingers slid between my legs and started to tease me through the fabric of my remaining clothes.

"Bed." I whimpered, unconsciously rocking my hips against George's hand whilst my own travelled to his crotch, feeling his erection and consequently earning a moan from him.

"D'you think we'll make it?" He inquired, already retreating his hand briefly so we could stand up.

Soon enough we were stumbling to my room, hands all over each other, bumping against the furniture and walls due to not being able to stand upright.

When we fell on the bed and tossed the rest of our clothes to the floor, it began to dawn on me how bad this was going to be.

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GEORGE'S P. O. V.

My head was pounding violently in my skull; that's most likely the reason why I woke up. It took a moment for the blurry memories of the previous night to flash into my mind.

"You feel... so good..."

"Fuck- George— faster, please..."

"Y/n— I'm-"

"No." I shoot up, not acknowledging that Y/n was still asleep by my side. "Fuck no. Nononono." I ignored the terrible headache caused by the hungover and, grabbing my clothes, I exited the room. "No fucking way." I kept mumbling to myself, stalking to my dorm to throw on some fresh clothes.

I sat on my bed, my hands running through my locks, bringing back the memories of Y/n's tugs on them in the process.

"What the fuck did I do." I almost choked on the sentence.

#harry potter fanfiction #george wealsey x reader #george wealsey imagine #george weasley #george weasley x reader #george weasley x y/n #george weasley x ravenclaw!reader #george weasley x hufflepuff!reader #george weasley x slytherin!reader #george weasley x you #george weasley x gryffindor!reader #george weasley x reader angst #george weasley smut #george weasley series #george x reader #george x reader fluff #george weasley fic #George x reader smut #George weasley lemon #george weasley fanfic #fred weasley x reader

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Debris

Characters: Jaehee, Yoosung, gn!reader

Word Count: 2,755

Warnings: Swearing

Premise: In which Rika’s apartment blows up and the reader’s s/o evaluates their emotions.

Author’s Note: I haven’t played Yoosung’s and Jaehee’s routes in about a year so this probably won’t be too canon compliant. That being said it felt great to get back to my fic roots. I Hope y’all enjoyed this nostalgic journey! I especially tried to distinguish their personalities in writing style.

Also, if a whole apartment blew up the building would collapse and most likely everyone inside it and immediately around it would die but we’re going to pretend certain laws of physics and stuff don’t work. Idk maybe Mint Eye used a low explosive like gunpowder.

Jaehee

She hadn’t meant to forget about it, she really hadn’t. It was only, well, life was so complicated at the moment. Work, contemplating what she wanted to do with her life, surely it was enough for one person; even more so for an overworked secretary. Besides, she didn’t want to think about the terrors of the world when she thought of you. Indeed, what did she want to think of when she thought of you?

All these questions swirled around her head. Earlier Jaehee might’ve dismissed such foolish questions. After all, thinking about such things didn’t get meetings done or stop Mr. Han from doing something idiotic again. Jaehee didn’t have the time or the privilege to think about what she wanted in life. It was enough to be here, to have a good paying job and a roof over her head and some semblance of freedom from what she’d left behind.

Maybe it was for that reason that she had forgotten about the apartment situation. Her horizons had already been broadened so much, perhaps there simply wasn’t room for anything else. Even if that anything else included your own safety.

Getting calls from Seven wasn’t necessarily unfamiliar, but nevertheless Jaehee still felt a sense of unease at the number that suddenly appeared right as a company meeting was about to begin. Luciel knew the RFA members’ schedules like the back of his computer, more than the members themselves in the case of Yoosung most likely. Besides, Jaehee had told him this coffee situation was proving to be incredibly important. Why then was he calling her now?

“Luciel, I don’t know what you want, but I have urgent matters to attend to. Could you please call back in about an hour and fifteen minutes?”

“Jaehee, I think you’ll want to hear about this.”

“What, what is it?” Sometimes Seven’s tendency towards cryptic messages was truly too irritating. Still his voice was certainly more agitated than the normal, joking tone that he took. Already Jaehee could feel the familiar tendrils of anxiety.

“You know how I told you guys about the hacker, right?”

“Yes, the one that was trying to get into Rika’s apartment. Didn’t you say that you had taken care of it?”

“That one. Well, I thought I had, or at least, it certainly looked that way. I didn’t, damn, I didn’t think that the bastard would be able to hide what he was doing from me. Who on Earth is that man I don-”

“Luciel, please keep this short.”

“O-oh. I’m sorry. Well, apparently, he wasn’t done. I got a notification, or, well, more like I saw it on the news. The apartment complex, uhm, well, haha…”

“Seven!” Jaehee had the sneaking suspicion she knew what was about to be said. Still a distant part of her brain retained the calm of denial.

“Sorry! I, what I mean to say is, the apartment. The apartment got, set off.”

“Set off?”

“Blew up. Boom. The bomb, I don’t know how, but it was triggered. And now, yeah. The whole block is half covered under rubble, and we don’t, I don’t, have a lot of information about the people inside the apartment. I’m doing the best I can, trying to get into the CCTV footage outside. But, uh, yeah. I thought you should know. Since, y’know, I know that you seemed really close wi-”

Maybe it was unpardonably rude for Jaehee to hang up on Luciel, but in that moment she could think of nothing else to do. It was as if, in letting the line die, she was rewriting time, so that nothing had happened.

Jaehee made it as far as the doors of the conference room before turning around and dashing towards the staircase. Taking the stairs two at a time she didn’t bother to clock out or tell Jumin about what was going on. It wasn’t important after all. How could it be? The explosion, that was what took precedence in her mind. More than work, more than these strange questions, all she could think about was you. She had to find out if you were okay, had to contact you in some ways. If not, if not. If not then what?

“Seven, I need the address to Rika’s apartment.”

“What? No are you crazy? You can’t just go to the place the hacker blew up. Besides, the location is confidential.”

“Not when it’ll be on every television station in Korea. I need to find out if they’re okay.”

“You can’t just go rummaging through wreckage on your own, you won’t even get past the yellow tape. It’s better to wait.”

“I’m going.”

“Wait! At least let me try to call them first, okay?”

“It would be faster if I went.”

“No. No it wouldn’t. Just give me a second. I’m already trying to figure out where their phone is. I’m almost done.”

For once Jaehee didn’t even question the legality, or morality, of Seven’s actions.

As it turns out you had been going grocery shopping – against Seven’s recommendations – and as such were at the tail end of the blast radius. Staring intently at the hospital address Seven had texted her, Jaehee quickly made her way over to the front desk. Having finally messaged Jumin, she made it through the entrance quite easily – sometimes being the secretary to a well-known CEO-to-be paid off.

Your room was in a quieter corner of the hospital, away from the groaning and shrieking of those who hadn’t been as lucky. The bomb had been a small sort of one, made up of a low explosive. Apparently V and Seven’s reservations truly hadn’t been feigned. Perhaps Jaehee should’ve felt grateful that they had made a bomb that was relatively ineffective. In that moment however she couldn’t bring herself to feel relief.

The soft smile that illuminated your face as Jaehee walked into your room was enough to make her heart ache.

“Hey Jaehee. Hope I didn’t cause too much work for you.”

“Work for me? How could you think of something at this time? What about you? Are you too badly hurt? What happened? Is there something I can do for you?”

“Jaehee please! Calm down. I was basically fine. A few cuts and bruises are nothing to worry about.”

“Did they check and see if you inhaled anything? What about your head, did anything hit it?”

“Hey,” you replied softly. Taking Jaehee’s wildly fluttering hands in yours you smiled softly. “Thank you for worrying about me, but I’m fine. Really. Don’t make yourself sick over me. You already work too much.”

“I’ve informed Mr. Han I’m going to take a few days off. I want to make sure that there are no side effects to what just happened.”

“Well, I’m very flattered, happy even. But you have to take care of yourself too Jaehee. It’ll just make me unhappy if you get sick over me. Besides, there are other things to worry about. Like what you’re going to do about your work and what you love and stuff. Don’t bury that stuff, alright?”

“Think of me still, how odd you are,” Jaehee let out a sigh. Nevertheless, she said nothing more. It wouldn’t do to make you worry about her after all.

Though you couldn’t exactly call it nursing you back to health Jaehee was certainly attentive in the week and a half to come. All throughout the time she kept thinking, about you, about her, about what all this meant. In truth it was only after you were safe that Jaehee could acknowledge how terrified she had been, enough to consider diving through the wreckage of an apartment. You had opened up a whole new world to her, without you Jaehee would’ve never begun thinking about herself, about her own happiness. She had so much to thank you for. Even more, Jaehee had the sneaking suspicion that she would want to thank you even if you had done nothing.

“I’ve made my decision.”

“Oh?” You smiled, puzzled by the sudden conversation.

“I’m going to attempt to start again, to start doing something I want to do. I hope that you’ll join me in this endeavor.”

Your smiled was blinding.

“Of course, I will!”

Perhaps now Jaehee could acknowledge the love that bloomed within her at your assent.

 Yoosung

He knew it was going to happen. He knew that there was no way of escaping it. Maybe that’s why he almost felt like a burden had been lifted when he finally heard that the inevitable had happened.

Ever since Seven had first revealed the bomb in Rika’s apartment Yoosung knew it was going to go off. It wasn’t some weird dream thing like Zen, or some calculation the way Jumin or Seven might do. Yoosung just knew, somehow, he really did just know it. He tried to put it off, tried to stop it even. If he could go with Seven to find out about the hacker, if he could stop this weird organization, if he could get V to finally tell the damn truth, then maybe, maybe he’d be able to prevent it.

Luck was never on his side though, this Yoosung had learned long ago. He wasn’t strong enough to stop the bomb from going off, he wasn’t strong enough to keep you safe. All these things that he wanted, needed to be, and he couldn’t do any of those things. You were the first person he had formed any sort of deep connection with since Rika. Maybe that’s why he kept mixing you up in the beginning; after all, it was the first time he even began to feel a similar amount of happiness since her death. And now you were in danger of going away as well. It haunted Yoosung. He never thought that he’d ever use that word to describe, he found it sort of pretentious, but really it was the only word he could think to describe the situation. Every text, every voice call, every reminder that you were alive, that you were somewhere on this Earth, it was like a lifeline, one he was desperately grabbing onto.

“Hey, Seven?”

“What?” Seven’s reply was muffled by the cheap sandwich shoved into his mouth. Secretly Yoosung found the convenience store sandwich bread disgusting, but right he wasn’t thinking about that.

“Something’s blinking.”

“Gonna have to be more specific.”

“Something on the monitor, it just started blinking red in the corner, one of the tabs in the bottom, it might’ve just opened too I don’t know.”

“Let me check,” Seven replied, ambling his way over to the monitor. Once he saw the icon though he let out a loud series of curses. “Shit, shit, shit, shit. Yoosung?”

“What?” Yoosung already knew that something had gone wrong. Adrenaline began to race through him, and the world suddenly seemed both all too fast and all too slow.

“Grab my phone and go to the RFA app. My version has a tracker on all the RFA member’s phones. I want you to make sure that there’s one around Rika’s apartment.”

“Isn’t that illegal?”

“Yup and sleazy. Now look.”

Yoosung tapped on the app with trembling fingers. Seeing the icon, he paused. He needed to know. Before he looked, he needed to know.

“Hey, Seven.”

“What.”

“Did, did something happen to the apartment.”

“Yoosung, I need you to understand that it’s probably fine.”

“Probably, Seven what are you talking about?”

“It’s, it’s, something went wrong.”

“Went wrong? What went wrong? Seven, stop being so damn cryptic!” Yoosung’s voice was shaking by now, but he pressed forward.

“Fine.” Seven let out a long sigh, before breathing in deeply once more. “The apartment, it blew. I don’t know how or why or what but the bomb went off. And now we need to make sure that all the members of the RFA are safe.”

That they’re safe. Yoosung knew what Seven was trying to say, what he refused to say. Still the words seemed so odd. Of course Yoosung knew it was going to happen, knew that he wasn’t going to be that lucky, knew that V and Seven’s secrets would eventually fuck something up. But still, it was too soon, it was not right. Just because he had seen it coming didn’t mean that it didn’t hurt any less. Letting the phone drop from his hands Yoosung drifted down the hall towards the bathroom; where he promptly crumbled into a ball and let the tears flow.

Yoosung didn’t know how long it took to figure out you were alright, didn’t know how far away the hospital was or how much Seven stepped on the gas. His mind was surprisingly blank, wiped free of any sense of time or space. Even learning you had survived – by climbing on the neighboring fire escape and running like hell when the warnings started going off – didn’t clear the fog around his brain. Wandering down the hospital, half pushed by Seven, he wondered when this odd nightmare was ever going to end.

The moment he saw your face the world sped up again. Not realizing that Seven had decided to stand outside instead of watch the scene in front of him, and frankly not caring, Yoosung catapulted himself towards you. Crushing you in a hug he buried his face in your neck, trying to convince himself that you were real, that you were alive, that you weren’t going to be put in the ground and have dirt shoved upon you. That you were really, truly, still here.

“I should’ve been there to protect you.”

Night had fallen, and visiting hours were almost over at the hospital. At first Yoosung had been all smiles, all very teary smiles. Fussing about you, fluffing your pillow, yelling at Seven about what food would be appropriate to give you, Yoosung had ridden the wave of manic relief that kept him from thinking about everything that he’d been beating himself up about for the past, who knew how long. Now that things had slowed down however, he found himself thinking about them again.

Talking to you was the only way Yoosung knew how to make all the doubts and worries go away. He wasn’t cool like Zen or in control like Jumin. He desperately wanted to talk to you, wanted to know what you thought about everything and anything. And this was part of that. Now that he was here, in the quiet of the evening, Yoosung realized that he couldn’t bring himself not to talk to you about it.

“Don’t beat yourself up about that Yoosung,” you replied softly. “It wasn’t something you could predict. Besides, you could’ve gotten hurt, and then where would we be?”

“I know, but still! I, I really like you, I want to be your boyfriend when this is all over. But I can’t even protect you. I couldn’t save Rika, and now you almost died!”

“I didn’t almost die, Yoosung you’re exaggerating.”

“No, I’m not!” Frustration and fear combined in Yoosung’s voice, and he found his words cracking pathetically. “I’m not even mature enough to protect you, I’m not strong enough to be someone, someone worth something.”

“Yoosung, please listen to me,” your voice was soft but firm. Yoosung quieted, staring at your linked hands. “There are different kinds of maturity in the world,” you continued. “Sometimes being mature means not giving into emotions, or being really strong, or really good at doing all the things you’re supposed to do when you grow up. But you can be mature in other ways. Yoosung, I think you’re really matured when it comes to being kind. Not a lot of people are kind like you, or care about people a lot. And I really love that about you. So, I hate when you act like it’s a bad thing, or like you’re weak or something. You aren’t weak because you can’t control the world or because you aren’t ‘cool’ or something. In fact, you’re one of the strongest people I know!”

Yoosung was silent, trying to let your words sink in. He wasn’t good at accepting compliments, he never had been. Still, in that moment, he felt unbelievably light.

Smiling softly, finally letting himself look you in the face Yoosung felt his heart flutter as you smiled back. He didn’t quite believe in you, or himself, yet. But in that moment, he couldn’t deny how much he loved you.

And how much it meant to him that you loved him back.

#sorry this is a day late #mystic messenger #jaehee x reader #jaehee kang #yoosung x reader #yoosung kim #mystic messenger fanfiction #scenarios #my writing #requested

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Yes more custom mcs I'm off my artist block and now theres no stopping me from doing this

mJust a warning, this custom mc is…uh, triggery to say the least.

Triggers: Abuse, suicide, abusive relationships, depression, overall things like that (+Rika being manipulative) 

I can understand if you dont want to look at this, its not that heavy in terms of descriptiveness, its just mentions and stuff, excluding when its described of this mc being locked in a small dark closet without food for hours…and when her brother murders her father after he murders her other five sisters…;-;

This is also a match up request (im sorry, i know, this is like the third i have sent, i just like hearing other peoples ideas and stuff and whilst im thinking this  mc might be able to go with saeran…i dunno, saeran needs a rock and she needs a rock, idk if they can be rocks for each other, idk just with their trauma they might end up just hurting each other, plus uh suit saeran times…eek. that would just trigger her REALLY  badly considering its so similar to the “locked in closet without food in the dark” thing. since. during suit times. if following ray’s route. she would be locked in her room without food for two-ish(?) days…;-;)

Also yes unfinished sketch of her ^ kind of went with a lolita/victorian style for her, since Mint Eye gives lolita/victorian style fantasy vibes (Magenta is LITERALLY a castle, like, come on Rika, did you have to make it so obvious?). 

Full Name: Sayaka Yamato

International Age: 21 (AS) 22 (OS)

Korean Age: 22 (AS) 23 (OS)

Nicknames: Madi (Yoosung, Zen, Jaehee)

Koko (By Seven)

Blood Type: AB+

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Marital Status: Single [Shipped With ???]; Has a Unrequited(?) Crush On Ray; Has Had A Previous Relationship

Ethnicity: Japanese

Nationality: South Korea

Religion: Shinto

Birthdate: May 6th, 1994

Zodiac: Taurus

Height: 5′0 ft (152 cm)

Weight: 95 lbs (43 kgs)

Status: Alive (All Routes Except V’s)

Deceased (V’s Route)

Occupation: Affiliated With Mint Eye 

Hobbies: Playing The Violin, Gardening With Ray Occasionally, Singing, Dancing

Likes: Flowers, Music, Dancing, Being Praised By The Savior, Ray, Baking, The Ocean, Flower Crowns, The Sun, Long Hot Showers

Dislikes: The Dark (Severe Phobia), Being Called “Darling” (Trauma Related), Ice Skating, Small Rooms (E.g. the size of a small closet; Trauma Related), Crowds, Smoking, Alcohol, The Unknown, Being Alone With Her Intrusive Thoughts

Affiliations: Mint Eye

Relatives: Father (Deceased)

Mother (Deceased)

5 Older Half-Sisters (Deceased)

Older Half-Brother

Background: Sayaka is a girl from Japan who moved to South Korea with her older brother when she was 14. Sayaka was born the youngest of 7 siblings, 6 girls (including herself) and one boy, who was the eldest. Her and her siblings were all born into a abusive household, their mother being a woman who slept around, making all of her children half siblings, and the one man who was there, the father (Sayaka does not think of him as her father) of the eldest child, sexually abused his daughters, whilst the mother sexually abused the only son. Sayaka’s childhood home reeked of alcohol and smoke, and whenever she misbehaved even a little, she was locked inside one of the smallest closets of the house for hours on end, without food. When she was 14 her “father” seemed to have snapped (he was already mentally fucked up, its not like he suddenly became this way), murdering her 5 sisters in front of her eyes, and then her mother, and before he could kill her, her brother (who was apprehended him, took his knife, and killed him. Her older brother then took her and ran as far away as he could, eventually managing to move her and him to South Korea where they started a new life. When Sayaka was 19, she met a man (who was 5 years her senior) who she fell in love with and moved in with him. However, once again, Sayaka was abused, mostly sexually, however. Due to her boyfriend always calling her “Darling” and due to the abuse she underwent, her main PTSD trigger is whenever she hears the word “Darling” or is called such. One day, Sayaka meets Rika by chance in a park when on a walk with her boyfriend, and Rika eventually manages to separate the two. What follows is Rika forcibly making Sayaka break up with her boyfriend, and Rika making Sayakaa trust her by telling her about her own experience with sexual abuse. Sayaka eventually becomes part of Mint Eye, becoming one of Rika’s “favorites” as she likes to say in a sort of bragging tone. Many could mistaken Sayaka being in love with Rika because of how much she seems to fawn over her, when in reality Sayaka love lies with Ray. Sayaka and Ray met in the gardens of Mint Eye whilst Sayaka was watering a Lily of The Valley, and ended up slowly becoming friends because of their shared love of flowers and gardening. Sayaka ended up developing a crush on Ray since he was her first friend and the first man (besides her half-brother, who she honestly never was very close to due to him working all the time to support him and her) to not hurt her in some way. 

In V’s route, when Rika chooses to destroy Magenta, Sayaka decides to stay in Magenta. This was in search of suicide, and also to stay with Ray. She dies in the explosion whilst shielding Ray from most of the blast. 

I match you with... 

Zen!

You’re the kind of person that’s desperate to find a sense of peace in your life and you’ve never known what it feels like to live in peace. You’re haunted by the past and what those demons mean to you. It’s hard to cope but you’ve kept on living because that seems like the right thing to do... you’re lost, for the lack of a better word. 

Nobody’s ever put you first or given you the chance to see that you are worth loving and you have a life with meaning. If my brain didn’t scream, Zen, I’d be inclined to agree with you on the Ray front. It’s simply because you seem like you need someone that will hold your hand and remind you that you’re beautiful and that you never deserved to go through what you did. He would be very soft and sincere with you, not pushing you once he realized that you were the type to feel skittish and unsure of yourself around others. He just wants to see you smile and laugh, so expect him to extend his hand to you when you aren’t sure what it is you want. 

I think he’d love your style and your way of presenting yourself to the world. He can appreciates someone who seems to thrive in their style and what makes them happy. He’s always complimenting you and reminding you that he thinks the world of you at the end of the day.

#littleghostlyrose #ask #mod kait #matchup #cmc #oc #i'm dying she's so cute #submission

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The Music, the Moon, and my Love

Genre: Romantic fluff

Ships: Romantic Demus, platonic Anxceit, platonic Dukexiety

Word Count: 1431 (somehow?? This was supposed to be a shorter story but I got carried away??)

Trigger Warnings: Remus, Deceit, sympathetic sides (idk that’s all I can think of. Tell me if I’m missing anything)

Authors Note: I’m sorry that there isn’t a cut like where it says “Keep Reading”. I post on mobile and idk if you can do that on mobile. If you can, please lmk!

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The dark sides weren’t necessarily welcome in the light side of the mindscape. They did have their own part of it, which had everything they wanted, but it got lonely sometimes. Ever since Virgil left, it had been quiet, which is odd, considering that he was the quietest of all the dark sides. But there would often be the echo of music in the hallways, the distant sound of laughter, or sometimes even the soft voices of movie characters from the television. Not to mention that the light sides had much better food, since Deceit and Remus weren’t the best cooks.

The dark sides didn’t go to the light side of the mindscape often; usually only if they were invited. However, after much begging, Remus was able to convince Deceit to at least go check out the place. Deceit knew Remus just wanted to steal some of the others’ deodorant, but he decided to let him have some fun.

The dark duo silently made their way through the hallways, trying their best not to wake any of the sides. It was about two in the morning, and they knew that even Virgil would be asleep at that point. Once they got to the living room, Remus flashed an energetic smile to his friend and quickly and silently went to one of the bedrooms. Deceit, alone in the dark room and with nothing better to do, sat down on the couch to wait for Remus. As he was waiting, however, something shiny caught his eye. When he got up and approached the object on the table, he found that it was a CD that was labeled “Ballroom Music” in marker, probably Roman’s doing. Picking the disc up carefully, Deceit traced his gloved finger around the outer edge of the disc.

Deceit perked up at an idea he’d thought of. It was risky, for it could wake up another side, but they weren’t in this part of the mindscape very often, so he concluded that he would risk getting caught. Looking around the room, he found the radio and placed the CD in carefully. When it began playing, Deceit fiddled with the volume dial so it would be loud enough to hear, but quiet enough as to not disturb anyone. Just as the music started, Remus came trotting down the stairs, a wide grin stretched across his face and arms full of different types of deodorant. Deceit took the containers from Remus’s arms and set them on the table. He then took Remus’s hand.

“Remus, I want to do something with you,” Deceit said softly, “ I know that you’re very hyper right now, but could you try to calm down for just ten minutes?”

The dark prince looked up at him curiously, hesitated for a second, but slowly nodded his head. He didn’t know what to expect from Deceit, but he was at least certain it was going to be great.

Deceit, still loosely holding Remus’s hand, led him into the living room. The music played softly behind them as Deceit positioned Remus’s free hand onto his shoulder and his own hand on Remus’s waist.

“Just follow my lead, okay?” Deceit have a soft smile when he looked at the other.

“Okay!” Remus whisper-shouted in return.

The two started swaying along to the music, syncing their steps perfectly. Deceit had assumed that Remus didn’t know how to dance, but the way he was so natural at it was impossible to ignore. Remus would glance down at his feet from time to time, but mostly would look out the window at the night sky. It was obvious that Remus was flustered by the situation. Deceit, however, couldn’t take his eyes off of the one before him. Yes, Remus was insane and demented at times, but he knew how he could be so comforting and reassuring when he knew that something was wrong. He actually trusted someone when it came to Deceit, and he was so grateful for it.

After some time, when the music softened, Remus seemed to ease into the flow of their movements. He stopped looking at his feet, he would sometimes return a glance into Deceit’s eyes, and was much less tense. They could both see, even in the darkest of the night, that they were both blushing. Once again, nothing changed for a few minutes. Remus eventually leaned his head into the other’s chest. Deceit smiled, happy to see Remus simply stopping for a moment and enjoying himself. They danced until the song ended, and once it did, neither side let go of the other. They stood in the shadowed living room, moonlight streaming in from the windows, in each other’s arms.

Deceit didn’t know how much time passed before he found that Remus was nearly asleep leaning against him. He readjusted his hands and slowly maneuvered them both onto the couch. When they sat, Remus remained in Deceit’s arms. Deceit looked down at the duke before him, who was snuggling into his chest. He could already hear Remus’s soft breaths, indicating he’d already fallen asleep. Deceit took off his hat and gloves.

“I love you…” Deceit mumbled sleepily. And only a second later, both of them were sound asleep on the couch.

Virgil smiled at the sight of his old family so peaceful and happy. Earlier, had awoken when he heard the music from downstairs. Assuming that Roman was playing soft music because he couldn’t fall asleep, Virgil silently walked down the stairs and, to his surprise, saw Deceit and Remus dancing in the living room. It was truly beautiful, seeing that they were still happy, even without Virgil being there. When he left them, he was scared how they would cope without him there. But after seeing them sleepily swaying around the room, he knew they were okay. He decided to watch, amazed at how calm Remus was. It was something Virgil had never seen, and he loved it. Once the couple fell asleep on the couch, Virgil walked back upstairs, grabbed one of his blankets from his room, and returned to the living room. He cautiously wrapped the blanket around the two, smiling. They were all finally happy together. Virgil stepped back, and with one last glance, he climbed back up the stairs and to his room.

Deceit and Remus knew the blanket was Virgil’s. Deceit made it for him as a Christmas present many years ago, after all. When Deceit awoke, it was morning, and the rest of the sides were having breakfast at the kitchen table.

“Well, look who's finally awake!” Patton piped. The smell of freshly cooked bacon and buttermilk pancakes filled the air.

“Yes, I too am surprised that you slept for this long,” Logan added, “The time is 10:37, if you need to know.”

Deceit got up from the couch to see the usual breakfast scene when all the sides are there: Patton had made pancakes shaped like everyone’s logos, Roman and Remus were playfully arguing about something, and Logan and Virgil seemed to have been having a conversation before he woke up.

“Thanks, Lo. What’s for breakfast?”

“Pancakes!” Patton said cheerily while placing down a plate of snake-shaped on the table in front of an empty chair. Deceit smiled and sat in the chair. The normal discussions resumed, but Deceit and Virgil caught eyes. Virgil gave a sad smile, while mouthing the words “I’m sorry” from across the table. Deceit smiled back. “I’m sorry too, V”, he mouthed.

After breakfast, Remus and Deceit volunteered to clean up the plates. Once everyone left to their rooms, there was silence. Deceit noticed Remus was slightly more relaxed than when they first went to the light side of the mindscape last night, but he didn’t have much time to think about it before his thoughts were interrupted.

“I love you too, Dee.” Deceit was startled at the voice. He looked up to see Remus standing across the table wholesomely smiling at him. “You told me you loved me last night, but you fell asleep before I could respond.”

Deceit was surprised that Remus was still awake after all that and could still hear him, but didn’t think much of it. He smiled back.

“C’mon, if we put these dishes away fast enough, I’ll let you have a stick of my deodorant.” Deceit said. Remus, delighted by the offer, quickly rushed to the kitchen with a pile of plates.

They loved each other so much, no matter how crazy they could both be. They were both happy.

Especially Remus. He got lots of deodorant.

#sanders sides #sanders sides fluff #demus #ts demus #ts #ts sanders sides #intruceit #virgil sanders #deceit sanders #sympathetic dark sides #sympathetic deceit #remus sanders #sympathetic remus #sanders sides fanfiction

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how New Order, Ex-admins and Warden would react if they discover that their friend or s/o have a drinking problem. Would they try to help the reader or nah. (gender neutral)

(So uh I swear I posted this but it was in drafts? I thought I posted it so sorry for the delay)

(POSSIBLE TRIGGER WARNING??? MENTION OF ALCOHOL AND STUFF! AND THIS IS ALSO ANGSTY!)

(Song I listened to while writing. It’s pretty good.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7sLU5pwfp2c )

(I would put under the cut but idk how to do that so uhh)

(Also if you’re going under an alcohol or drug addiction or whatever addiction that’s unhealthy, please, please seek help. People care about you and it does get better, regardless of whether you believe that or not. Please take care of yourself and your well being. Seek help because in the end there’s someone who wants to help you)

New Order

Lukas

-When he finds out he’s just worried completely

-He’ll ask how it started and if you ever tried to stop

-He doesn’t really know too much about this stuff so he’ll talk to a friend (like Petra or Jesse)

-He does his best to help you cure the addiction

-If you refuse though he’ll get even more worried but is determined to help his lover

-He’ll probably just takes all the alcohol and throw it away somewhere if you refuse (and if you accept but he’ll let you know first)

-He’s not giving up on you ever. He’s going to help and nothing can stop him

Petra

-Very similar to Lukas

-If she catches you drinking then she’ll just swipe the bottle out of your hands and throws it at a corner (it breaks)

-Mostly out of instinct because if she was doing it completely consciously she probably wouldn’t have thrown the bottle

-But regardless of how she finds out she looks at you with a concerned expression

-”Talk to me… What’s going on”

-Regardless of if you don’t want to talk then or not you’re going to tell her. She’s going to keep asking.

-Panics a little (maybe a lot) because she doesn’t know how to help

-Like Lukas, she’ll try talking to a friend (mostly Jesse)

-She’s going to do her best and not even a witherstorm could stop her if it tried

-She’s going to help you out of it and she’s going to make sure of that

Axel

-He gets sick to his stomach when he finds out

-Literally, he thinks he’s going to vomit

-He starts to ask questions about it and it might seem like a privacy invasion he doesn’t know what to do

-And he really doesn’t. Does he talk to his friends about it? Does he stop you?

-He still let’s you drink but monitors when you do when he can

-If he notices that you’re over doing it he’ll just put the bottle up and take you to your/his room

-Asks, no, pleads for you not to drink to much while he’s not around

-He’ll tell his friends to monitor you a bit more while he’s gone

-Doesn’t give any reason or details unless he’s sure you’re okay with it

-He wants to help you but doesn’t want to be over-controlling

-He makes a note to be more affectionate towards you though

Olivia

-Everything just stops when she finds out

-Her breathing, her heartbeat, the birds outside. Just stops.

-After a minute she rushes to hold you

-If you’re not a fan of physical affection she’ll quickly pull away and apologize

-She’ll ask a bunch of questions but keeps in mind of you’re privacy

-She’ll need a minute to think about all of this, but decides what to do

-She comes back out and asks you to try and stop for your safety and her own (emotionally)

-She won’t be very forceful but she’s stubborn

-Let’s you drink a little bit but is quick to notice when to much is being taken in

-She’ll politely ask you to take a break for a bit

-If you refuse she’ll eventually take the bottle away after a bit

-A TON more affectionate in every way she knows how

-She only wants to see you be able to grow up with her healthily

Ex-Admins

Romeo

-Again, everything freezes but not as long

-Gently asks questions and partially blames himself

-He’ll have a long talk about the dangers of alcoholism and that it’s best to cut it for the safety of the future

-Afraid to be too demanding but knows that he has to get you to stop one way or another

-Let’s you drink more than the others do but notifies you when it’s time to take a break

-If you refuse though, he’ll just watch over you from a distance

-Let’s you take in more than Olivia but also gently force you to stop after a while

-Checks in with you a lot and does his best to show more affection despite not being the best at it

-Is afraid of your health in the future but he’s not willing to give up so easily

Xara

-She stares a bit before asking questions

-Doesn’t ask a lot because she doesn’t want to breach your privacy

-Kind of assumes you’ll tell her more when you’re ready

-Let’s it go for a bit but she’s observing

-She hasn’t tried alcohol yet but she’s not stupid. She knows what it can do to you

-When she determines that yes, it is a major problem that’s when she steps in

-Will only let you drink a little. She knows that there’s not a whole lot of harm in drinking a bit more but she doesn’t need you risking worsening your addiction

-If she sees you drinking more than she thinks is healthy or enough to help worsen your addiction, she’s taking the bottle away in a silent manor

-Seems extremely cold and distant but after years of sleep deprivation and isolation it’s not a huge surprise her ability to help with this in a less harsh manor has been ruined

-She often tells you encouraging things and gives you pep talks when she’s going away or you’re going to sleep

-She’s going to get you cured and that’s a promise that she’ll take to the grave if she has to

Fred

-By your side instantly

-Asks basic questions before going a bit deeper

-Still doesn’t breach your privacy too much though

-Holds you hand while talking with you if you’re okay with it

-He gently requests that he helps you cure the addiction

-If you refuse though, he’ll just nod but that won’t stop him from stepping in when he deems you had too much

-Often talks about your issues when you’re okay with it

-Gets worried when he notices you drinking so he just watches and subtly hints that maybe you shouldn’t right now

-If you continue though he’ll gently take the bottle away though

-He takes you outside a lot as it can improve health

-Very gentle but strict. He just wants his sunshine to be okay

Warden

-He just sits there awkwardly and asks basic questions like why you do it and if you ever tried to stop

-Afterwards he just sits there before awkwardly moving towards you

-He’ll pull you into a stiff, but whole-hearted hug if you’re okay with the physical affection

-If not he’ll just ask if you want to talk about it and asks if he can help (also does this after the hug if you are okay with physical affection

-When he notices you drink he just let’s you do what you want to at first

-Not because he doesn’t care but he’s just so used to not being to do things on his own accord

-After a couple weeks or so he finally steps in

-He’ll gently take the bottle if he sees you’re drinking too much before quietly asking if you’re doing okay

-Tries to be more affectionate but after the Sunshine Institute he became so much more emotionally distant

-He made a promise to himself, and eventually you, that he’s going to do his best to make sure you’re life is the best as it can be

#mcsm #minecraft story mode #mcsm axel #mcsm olivia #mcsm lukas #mcsm petra #mcsm romeo #mcsm xara #mcsm fred #mcsm warden #alcohol #angst

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Thoughts on Ray’s Route and Unknown

A crazy long rant >.<

It’s been exactly a year since I finished Ray’s route. I still remember that day quite well. I found it actually kind of romantic that I finished on Valentine’s Day. It was like Saeran was my Valentine. My thoughts on the route at the time were that of anger and joy. Suit Saeran made me furious, but GE Saeran made it better. He made me cry a lot of happy tears. Now that a year has passed, I wanted to talk more about my feelings about the route.

Everyone who knows me knows that I’m passionate about Unknown. Heck, just by looking at my blog, you could probably see that. From the very moment I saw him in the game’s opening movie, I was very curious and excited to see the trouble he would cause. I ended up seeing the prologue bad end on youtube and was like “Dang that’s hot +_+” Idk. I’ve always had a thing for those sweet talking kidnapper villain characters. The ones you know aren’t good for you, but if they ever got their hands on you, they’d cherish you in their own twisted way.

As I played through all of the routes, the part that excited me the most was when Unknown would show up and do bad things. Zen’s route in particular was so thrilling. The fact that he didn’t show up in Jaehee’s route was a bummer, but I was extremely disappointed when he did nothing in Jumin’s route too. Jumin was the one I ended up really liking, so I had been hoping to see my main man duke it out with evil side bae. Unfortunately, that never became a thing T_T

I saw some minor spoilers for Seven’s route, so I knew that Unknown would be heavily involved. I ended up being really disappointed with that route. At the time, I blamed it on Seven’s pushing MC away, but in hindsight, another major factor was that we really didn’t get to interact with Unknown much after the break in. Even during the secret ends, he’s there, but doesn’t really pay much attention to you. I guess I had been hoping to explore things with Unknown and his twisted view on the player. I also really wanted to help him recover after Mint Eye, but Seven took total control with that.

By that point, I had kind of accepted that Unknown wouldn’t be dateable, so I just figured that Jumin was my “true end.” But then the Christmas DLC happened. . .

It.

Was.

AMAZING!!!

Seriously! Unknown’s ending was everything I wanted from him!! He abducts you from the RFA, spoils you with gifts, and ties a ribbon around your neck +_+ He’s menacing and creepy, but still very charming and fun about it. It’s thrilling. My only disappointment was that it was so short, but that sparked the hope that Cheritz had more plans for him. Surely, they wouldn’t include that as the only way to end up with him.

When V’s route was announced, I clung to the hope that they were also going to secretly include a Saeran route. I figured that the route would branch off from the prologue bad end and let us spy on the RFA or something.

So then V’s route came out. Gah…I could go on a huge tangent just about V, but all I will say is that I felt no chemistry with him at all, and grew quite annoyed with all the secrets and shenanigans. Ray intrigued me though. Due to not having enough HG, I had to wait to do V’s route, so seeing Ray’s name in the call card purchase thing and also seeing his little intro bubbles when you first start up game made me feel even more hyped. I was so eager to see what this dude’s deal was. Once I played, I was definitely enamored by his cute creepiness, though I was under the impression that it was Unknown putting on a sweet charade for the MC and would soon show his true colors. It did get to the point where I got a little frustrated with Ray and his lies, because I just wanted him to rip off his suit, ruffle his hair, and reveal his true self. That did end up happening…though much later and not at all how I expected. Anyways, Ray did grow on me more, and I found myself feeling frustrated and agitated once we got separated.

And then Unknown showed up. O. M. G. Did that man show up. I honestly still remember exactly what I was doing when that went down. I was upset about missing a Ray call, but then my friend messaged me and said that I was going to LOVE what was about it happen. I had just gotten out of the shower, and was still in my towel, hair dripping wet when I did the chat and got the phone call. THE PHONECALL!!! That had to be the moment that I feel deeply and madly in love with this man. The way he says that he wants you and even says he will show you the things that Ray wanted to do to you. I was on the edge of my seat. I was screaming, blushing and swooning. Even though he could be quite frightening, it was still very fun. I was so excited to see what would happen, and I even spent the extra HG to call him as much as I could. I was honestly hoping that he would come to the cabin, or that we would at least encounter him in person, but alas… he really wasn’t out all that long T_T

I will say that Ray being worried and upset about the possibility of Unknown hurting MC was quite touching. I really was developing feelings for Ray. I didn’t adore him as much as Mr. Sexy Edgelord, but I still liked him, which brings me to the topic of how Another Story handled Saeran. Yes, I do think that Ray was added to make Saeran “romanceable.” I really don’t see any signs of Ray in the OG game, however, my friend, TK, pointed out that during the secret end when Unknown and child!Saeran seem to have that back and forth and then shoot V, that was dissociation. So that could be a hint about him having DID. And it does make sense that Unknown would have eventually taken complete control by the time the OG timeline takes place. All that’s to say, I really don’t mind Ray. He’s a sweet and cute bebe and his creepy side is pretty fun. He and Unknown have a pretty interesting dynamic too. Both have the same desires for keeping MC while destroying V and Seven. It’s just that they go about it different. Unknown is bold and unapologetic, while Ray keeps things in and is much more gentlemanly. They clash, yet I could see them growing to get along and work together. They would honestly make an amazing team. As you can imagine, I was pretty sad when Ray died and furious at V for still not revealing the truth to Seven. Really V? REALLY!?!

So fast forward to when Ray’s route was announced. I was hyped. Absolutely HYPED. This was the most excited I had been about something in a long time. I preordered the Mint Eye box and then waited, and looked at endless fanart of Ray and Unknown. My predictions for the route was that we were going to save Ray from the fate of Unknown completely taking over. That we were going to teach him what real love was compared to obsession. After all, he acts very clingy and creepy in V’s route, so that seemed to be the problem that needed fixing. I also was highly anticipating what Unknown would do. We would be stuck with him, completely at his mercy. Hhhh +_+ I was also thinking that he and Ray would be constantly switching control and fighting each other. But I hoped that they would learn to accept each other. My main worries for the route were that 1. Unknown would disappear forever at the end. 2. MC would be taken away from Magenta and separated from Ray sometime during the route. And 3. Rika would get all freaky fresh and get in the way. Rika did ruin things, and Unknown did end up disappearing forever…or rather, he ended up not existing at all! But more on that later.

It felt like an eternity, but the box finally came. Waiting for the tracking was pure torture, but once it came OMG Here’s the mail it never fails~ It makes me wanna wag my tail~ When it comes I wanna wail MAAIIIIIIIIL~~~! Looking through the box was an absolute joy. The smiling picture of Ray in his diary melted my heart, and I put all of the pictures in frames. Though I will say I was disappointed about the lack of Unknown content…it should have been a red flag about his fate in the route. Anyways, I was going to start the game at midnight that night. It was around a twelve hour wait, but it felt so. much. longer!!! I remember I was listening to the soundtrack and couldn’t concentrate on anything else. I Am the Strongest hyped me up, I was almost certain that was going to be the song that played when Ray and Unknown fought, but alas… Four Seasons also made me cry. It made me so happy to think that Saeran would get a happy ending with MC T///T I even saw the trigger warning for the route and figured it involved Unknown being kinky and aggressive. Either that or them really delving into Saeran’s childhood abuse… T_T And once again, I was completely wrong.

Speaking of agonizing waits though, playing through those first four days before entering Ray’s route. Torture. Pure torture. I didn’t care about V, or the RFA, I just wanted Ray and Unknown. Once I got to the first new VN, my hands were so shaky and I was tearing up. Ray’s new faces were amazing, though at the time I hadn’t realized that the Ray I knew was about to change…

It was something I hadn’t noticed at first, but Ray’s creepy, possessive side completely vanishes. I get that he would decide not to give MC an elixir, but I still feel like he isn’t going to magically lose all of his creepiness. That was honestly what made him fun, and while I do understand his self-loathing, I do feel like it got repetitive. Chats during that branch started to sound the same, and I found myself getting antsy. I just wanted to spend time with Ray and get to know him more, but at the same time all the foreshadowing with Zen’s Jekyll and Hyde/White or whatever got me super SUPER EXCITED!

From what I understand, Hyde is based off of Jekyll’s darker impulses. He’s violent and sexually aggressive. Because let’s face it, Ray’s darker desires are that he wants to hurt Seven and V, along with making MC his. He’s just not as bold and active about it, but he does send that Prime Minister info to Seven along with the ripped pictures to V. He also does say a lot of creepy things to MC. It’s easy to imagine that Unknown would actually put these desires into action, and he has shown that he’s very capable of that in other routes. The symbolism was perfect for Ray and Unknown! I believe Zen also alluded to Jekyll and Hyde fighting for control, so I also thought that foreshadowed that Ray and Unknown were going to indeed duke it out. Imagine it. Fighting over your safety and wellbeing. One man just wants you happy, while the other wants to selfishly keep you all to himself. I was so pumped. SO PUMPED.

But then tragedy struck.

Thing is, I am a curious kitty. I’m a ho for spoiler, and me being me, I sniffed around and accidentally saw something I shouldn’t have saw. Someone was complaining that “Saeran” was way too mean to the MC. It went on to describe how he called her ugly, and smelly and how he would feed her.

I was crushed.

I was absolutely crushed. The thought of Unknown doing that was devastating. It just so happened that I saw that on the day that the switch happens, so I spent most of that day moping, and then the night dreading it.

Here’s the thing though. When it happened, it wasn’t nearly as bad as I thought it was. It didn’t hurt my feelings, but instead baffled me. This man seemed different than Unknown. Not only was he dressed completely different, but his voice seemed a lot more subdued. His laughs were not nearly as loud or high pitched, and even the chatroom… he felt different than the man who said he would come to cabin and drag me back to Mint Eye. His speech bubbles were even a different color. They’re blue in this, but then reddish in V’s route, the Christmas DLC, and the OG Prologue. (Fun fact, but before V’s route, Unknown’s bubbles were purple.) He seemed a lot less threatening, more extra, more insecure, more sane, and because of this, I’ve come to the conclusion that they are different people. Therefore, I’ll call him Suit Saeran. Now I know some people say that Suit Saeran is like the baby version of Unknown, but eh…that doesn’t explain why he’s so more like the OG Unknown in V’s route. I feel like Rika’s treatment of him affects how the new personality will act, and if we get a Rika route, my theory is that “Saeran” will become possessive of her and become your love rival for her.

Now I will say I get it. I get why Suit Saeran acts the way he does. It ties into Ray’s self-loathing, but…I feel like Unknown would have tied into the way Ray acts in V’s route. Why did they change Ray? Why didn’t they go with Unknown instead of Suit Saeran? Did they think Unknown was too violent? Did they think he was unlovable? Or was it that they were punishing Unknown fans for being so thirsty. Everyone in all the other routes cherishes MC for the most part …except in this route.  Suit Saeran and even Rika berate MC, call her useless, and pretty much say she’s better off dead. I personally found it ridiculous to the point of being comedic, but I do know that it deeply upset some people. I do think it went too far. For example, the CGs with Suit Saeran are great, but his dialogue during those scenes just ruins any enjoyment I could get from that.

I was so furious.

Unknown was truly the one thing I had been waiting for, and it felt like a slap in the face.

I will say that Suit Saeran apologizing and then the emergence of GE Saeran made things…kind of better. I was a little upset that Ray and Suit Saeran (And any other personas) seemed to be gone forever though, but GE Saeran was sweet, and after the abuse and agony of Mr. Posh Tie Boy, it was a Godsend. The phonecalls were great, and the chats were great, but that didn’t fix everything. Though looking back, I kind of feel like Ray didn’t really get any development in his own route. Even with the self-loathing plotline, he himself never learns to love himself. The last time you see him, he’s crying and saying how he was never meant to stay around. So he basically just disappears forever. At least Suit Saeran got to learn his mistakes and try to make things right. Idk. It’s just kind of upsetting and strange to me.

Anyways, there were still plenty of sleepless nights where I would just think about how Unknown wasn’t in the route, and how I would never be able to get to him or romance him. To this day, it’s still something that frustrates me to no end, and it’s honestly something that always will. I’ve lost hope that Cheritz will give us any other Unknown content. We haven’t gotten the after ends after all. The daki was nice, but dang…in a way, it’s kind of another slap. They were capable of writing a flirty Unknown. They were capable of writing him fighting Ray for MC’s affection. WHY WAS THIS NOT PUT IN THE ROUTE! THEY MAKE UNKNOWN SO SEDUCTIVE AND PASSIONATE ARGH IT’S WASTED POTENTIAL FSJDLKJLKSDJLFJSDLKfjls

There’s also the fact in the Halloween DLC that Ray compares himself to the Phantom of the Opera…and that dynamic once again fits Unknown more. The only time the Phantom talks mean to Christine is after she pulls off his mask after her first abduction, but it doesn’t last long, and otherwise he’s a lot more seductive and aggressive like…UNKNOWN. Sigh…heavy sigh… I’m a huge phangirl, and honestly I really do feel like the Phantom fits Ray and Unknown perfectly. T_T There’s his sweeter, more childlike, vulnerable angel side, and then his dark, seductive, murderous side. HHHHHHHhhhhhh.

I used to hate Suit Saeran, but now I don’t. I still kind of resent him for taking Unknown’s place, but when I look at him as a separate entity, he’s not so bad. He’s kind of funny, and there’s good fanart of him.

I’m really not sure how I feel about GE Saeran. Back then I had really liked him, but now I wonder if maybe…he had been a little too perfect? And it really bothers me how the other personas are gone. He seems really different from Redhead Saeran too. I get that he escaped from Mint Eye with less trauma and had MC along to help but… JFsldjflsfj idk though. I’ll see how he is in the after end. If we get a dark chocolate Valentine’s day with him unleashing his Unknown side then…I’ll forgive Cheritz…a little…but at this point, I’m not even sure if we’re getting the after ends.

Ultimately, if Unknown had never existed, then I would have liked this route a lot more. The fact that he’s not in it destroys my enjoyment of it.

Ah this is getting long, so I guess all I can do is make Unknown content, and make things the way I wanted them to be. I don’t plan on leaving this fandom any time so soon, so don’t worry about that~ And if you stayed to read this entire rambling rant then you’re so awesome T///T

Edit Feb 13th

So I wrote this a week or so ago and queued this for Feb 14th, and as you can see, I added tags talking about V’s route. I really liked Ray’s villainous side, but now that I’m farther in V’s route, I’ve got so much more to say. For one, my thoughts on Ray still stands, but Unknown. Oh my goodness Unknown.

I was determined to get all of his calls, just figuring that I would I get a fun little flirty time, but I got so much more than that. I can scream to the rooftops that he’s so much more fun and different than Suit Saeran, but he’s also in a lot of pain. It’s something that hadn’t quite sank in the first time around, but he’s happy to have his body back. He’s annoyed at Ray and thinks he’s too soft and an idiot, but a lot less harder on him than Suit Saeran is. 

But there’s a phonecall that really got to me. He doesn’t let you respond at all, but he wants you to listen. It seems like he wants someone to talk to.

You know...I still don’t get who I am.

I’ve been awake for only a few times. And I still don’t get how come I’m awake.

But I know one thing... I’ve been so freaking mad from the beginning.

I want to crush everything I see. I can’t control myself.

I just broke every single flower pot Ray was tending.

I felt a little better after stomping those frail roots.

What am I...?

Why did I wake up so suddenly?

Did I wake up for vengeance?

He then goes on to talk about torturing V, but the way he says this, there’s pain behind his growls and cackles. It hurts my heart. I don’t know...even if Cheritz intended for him and Suit Saeran to be the same person, the pain they go through feels different to me. It just feels like they changed so much about his and Ray’s character when they made Ray’s route.

Who is Unknown?

Who is he really?

Will we ever get to find out...? 

#also can I just say #I'm replaying V's route #and Ray is an absolute joy #and I'm so excited for Unknown to come #this is more fun than Ray's own route gosh dangit #rant #mystic messenger #unknown mysme #saeran choi

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Let’s read Hiveswap Friendsim... volume 18!

Imagine I edited the final shot of End of Evangelion here to put trolls on it. That’s more effort than I’m actually willing to put in. Imagining it is probably almost as good.

This chapter is fittingly called “Of Endings, Many”.

The opening narration is kind of pointed and sarcastic. It jokes about saying trite things like ‘the circle is complete’... and then goes elsewhere.

“You’ve got enough friends, now you need answers-” - and then it interrupts itself, realising it’s just the intro screen.

I wonder who writes the intro screens?

This time we have... another jadeblood, and also a final pair of purplebloods, the second troll pair.

Lanque

Lanque is written by the mysterious “V”, who previously managed to get us to lick a clown’s armpit and then wrote some interesting things about intertextuality. I have high hopes!

Content warning: Lanque’s story deals explicitly with sex with a man, in a situation of dubious consent on the player character’s part.

Lanque’s theme I’m sure I recognise from Homestuck proper, though I’d have to do some digging to see what it’s reprising. It’s called “yall know i just do the music right” - another James Roach piece.

It begins with us getting a call from Lynera. The narration somewhat uncharitably says “that nutty bitch is exactly the sort of destabilizing influence your life needs right now”. In a positive, not sarcastic way at least.

She wants to start making friends herself...

The narration is really in a hurry this time around. We reprise the party background from the last episode.

I appreciate the kind of breezy enthusiastic chaos in V’s writing.

We’re in a cape, bra and fishnets. A perfect outfit for the final chapter.

Wow the narration just isn’t giving a shit anymore. Final chapter striking hard.

We try to figure out whose hive we’re going to... and oh shit, it’s Ardata’s. First troll we ever met, as well. The party is described as a “frathouse rager” - which, Lynera acknowledges, is not her scene at all.

Is the narrator already drunk? Or is Ardata fucking with our head again?

Ardata declares that it’s a ‘kiiickback’ for all the ‘world’s fiiinest iiinfluencers’... and neither me nor Lynera is invited. Apparently she heard about it from someone called Lanque, who’s also not invited.

What is up with this narration? It’s coming across like a standup performance.

At that point, Ardata drops a... nsfw warning on us.

I didn’t actually realise this volume had an ‘accompanying mature content description’. I think what I’m gonna do is... obviously I’m gonna play the chapter, but I will put specific content warnings before sections of the post that have potentially triggering content, and if there are explicit images, I will pixellise out any explicit bits before I embed them in the post. spoiler alert: this ain’t exactly Ladykiller in a Bind there.

That’s a hell of a warning, huh. Especially given the previous armpit-licking chapter by ‘V’ was about at the absolute limit of sfw horny anyway. Fuck knows what they’re about to inflict on us now.

Also: James Roach’s track name is starting to make sense. Apparently he wants to distance himself from this episode, semi-ironically at any rate? God, what are we in for.

So, presumably the ‘oof, you’re too scared’ link takes us to an abrupt end to the chapter, we’ll check it later. Let’s go on in.

Quick soapbox: as much as I hate the kind of shallow analysis that throws around ‘problematic’ as a summary judgement of a work - nah actually, you can’t just disclaim shit under ‘challenging or controversial material’. By the same token that you can write whatever shit you want in a Homestuck computer game, critics - and random nerds on the internet, which is to say, the entire audience of this game - can discuss it however we find appropriate.

Nevertheless, you haven’t actually done anything worse than make me lick a clown’s armpit so far, and we can approach challenging themes in a way that says something meaningful and important, so let’s see what you have for us, V. To be honest I’m expecting some kind of portrayal of sexual violence given all the disclaimers, but who knows.

The party sounds like hell.

To Lynera, who remains glued to our arm, it’s ‘more than she was expecting’. But before we can leave, Lanque arrives.

I was wrong about what I thought was Lanque’s theme. Lanque’s theme is a slow, mournful saxophone piece. Maybe the music before was Lynera’s theme, and I just forgot how it went?

The narration mentions a ‘curious red stain’ on Lanque’s shirt. They’re obviously going for a whole ‘sexy vampire’ type thing with him. Maybe a Twilight parody, with Lynera in the Bella role? That would be a little dated, though.

I vaguely recall that it was said at some point that the jadebloods were all women. Which makes me suspect that Lanque is a trans guy, and this story is gonna touch on themes of transness and such. That could be something I completely confabulated, though. I’d check the wiki but no doubt it’s been updated by now, and I don’t want to spoil myself on this arc.

He seems to be in a flirty mood. Not sure how old either of these two are supposed to be.

Oh yeah. The knifemeter actually hasn’t shown up in this episode so far. He expresses surprise that Lynera has friends. Or at least, friend.

Eesh, this guy gonna be another Zebruh?

Lanque asks about us and we blather about being an alien, and also general disaster.

It’s really hard to get the sense that this is a loud party where we can barely hear each other over the noise, given both the narration and the soft jazz background.

He says something about not biting unless asked. So if it’s not already obvious... either a genuine rainbow drinker (hey, if Kanaya could do it at age 6 sweeps/13 years, no doubt he could at age... whatever age he is!), or someone who likes pretending to be one.

Anyway, our protag is apparently not overcome by friendship lust at this point, and tries to play wingman and put Lanque’s attention back onto Lynera. This... doesn’t go as well as expected.

(2.43 sweeps, that is - about 5.3 years)

Hmm, why would that be? This could be like, a transphobia thing? Do trolls have that? I’d say of course they fucking do, but apparently they don’t have homophobia, and their gender system... well who the hell knows how troll gender works, having all the signifiers of gender in the real world but none of the material consequences.

Anyway, Lanque calls Lynera a ‘nasty little bitch’. But then immediately says he’s not one to criticise.

So... maybe it’s not a trans thing? We’ll see. Lanque continues being a huge dick, suggesting that Lynera is interested in him because the ordeals are coming, and she wants to take the chance to fuck before they roll around.

Lynera is kind of... not surprisingly pretty hurt.

The narrator challenges Lanque on his rudeness without a choice.

Ah, the classic ‘she deserved it’ defence. Second only to the ‘it didn’t happen, but if it had, they would have deserved it anyway’ defence.

The protag demands to know why Lanque even invited Lynera if it was just to have such a huge go at her like that. Lanque’s explanation is... kind of unclear.

It’s not like she got much of a chance to defend herself there. So far my impression of Lanque is: this guy’s a huge cock. Or possibly a huge nook. Idk what the troll equivalent is.

The narrator decides to ‘Switzerland out of’ this conversation. They say this out loud, of course. Who needs an internal monologue, these days?

Lanque invites us to stay - we’re ‘much more interesting’ anyway. Eesh. I’m inclined to look for a ‘fuck right off where’s my pepper spray’ button, but that’s just me being a lesbian I guess. (Pepper spray is also illegal in the UK. I’m pretty sure.)

Yeah, you said it. He says he’s got ‘less time to waste than most’.

Bryn sees a meta joke about the narrative structure, Bryn clicks the screenshot button.

(Speak of the screenshot button, I had to rebind it to make it easier to paste the screenshots, you see in Ubuntu-- oh, you’re asleep?)

Anyway I kind of expected a choice around about now, but no, we barrel forwards, and end up dancing with Lanque. He takes our hand and leads us to another part of the house.

At that point, Elwurd shows up! I wonder how much of the cast is set to make an appearance in this chapter. If it’s all 35 trolls we’ve encountered so far, this is gonna be a long chapter!

Elwurd seems to be Lanque’s dealer. Not sure what drug she’s selling exactly. Apparently ‘you a drone?’ is the Alternian equivalent of ‘you a cop?’...

Anyway, Lanque buys the drug, and peer pressures us to take it. We’re like, nuh-uh.

We did not, we tell him, ask him to buy drugs for us.

I’m proud of you, protagonist. At the beginning of this story you’d have done anything to get a friend.

At that point, Diemen makes his reappearance. We really are going through the entire cast here, huh.

Yeah. That one’s just too obvious.

Anyway, undrugged, we get to dancing.

God, V, we get it, you want to fuck trolls. The narrator goes with it, though.

I find it kind of interesting how, like... our protagonist in the beginning and ending sketches is pretty much like, a marshmallow, indicating that they represent some kind of AFGNCAAP. But over time, little assumptions leak in. For example, we’re some kind of American nerd - our education system included a ‘high school’, and we had the option to learn Spanish there. We are relatively physically unfit. The wordplay suggests we know English.

Sometimes it’s deliberate - clearly someone made a choice to make it so that our protagonist has opinions about rap and knows a bit about professional wrestling, to suit the themes of the chapters. Those aren’t like, presumed traits assumed of the Homestuck audience, but things that kind of carve out a specific identity

So yeah... we’ve already had the whole ‘cheese person’ thing in Fozzer’s route, and here they’re straight up declaring the protag has pale skin. (Which doesn’t mean they’re white, necessarily, but they are apparently not Black, say.) I think that’s kind of a shame - a wasted opportunity.

Homestuck has already traded a lot on the ambiguity of its characters, which the fandom tends to read as implicitly white, except for like, a relatively small corner. This came to a head at points - most infamously the ‘CAUCASIAN’ controversy during the trickster mode phase, when Hussie ‘jokingly’ declared that his previously ambiguous characters (shaded pure #FFFFFF white, implying a ‘blank slate’) were ‘CAUCASIAN’ in bright flashing letters - at least while in trickster mode. After backlash, the panels were left as-is, but ‘CAUCASIAN’ was replaced with ‘PEACHY’.

Friendsim could have been an opportunity to improve the record a bit, especially as its narrative explicitly addresses many questions of societal oppression and occasionally makes explicit analogues to racism. But... they didn’t do that. Alas.

Anyway, moving on.

Apparently I’m very predictable because the very next panel addresses this exact line of thought.

I feel like this and the ‘not racist’ joke in the previous arc by ‘V’ are kind of... well I don’t know anything about ‘V’, and what they might be intending by these jokes. Here, it’s kind of parodying the whole thing in Homestuck rather explicitly... but whether it’s like, challenging it? There’s definitely a reading that’s like... pointed sarcasm, challenging the source material’s noncommital laziness.

Hey art interpretation is hard lol.

V’s writing is unusually striking, in a way I’m not quite sure how I feel about. I will think more about that once we’ve fully explored this chapter.

Things are getting pretty meta. He comments how we’re paper thin and he can see our blood. We’re like, ok, so you’re a vampire then?

This is the kind of thing! Writing that’s like... on the edge of like, telling a story and just directly talking to the reader, pushing us to engage with ambiguity and metaphor.

To release the tension a bit, the narrator does a ‘sexy dance’.

Anyway, we don’t get to find out what Lanque really thinks of our sexy dancing. Because at that point, Bronya shows up. Lanque decides it’s time to go.

...to a respiteblock, where else. So much for this being a friendsim and pointedly not a dating sim.

We are, it seems, safe. Lanque politely asks if we’d like to kiss. There’s another reminder that this is a very nsfw not for kids scene about to go down in this room right now.

So that’s apparently going to be our decision here. FUCK THE BOY/DO NOT FUCK THE BOY

...no, that’s not our choice. We’re kissing the boy no matter what. This is also portrayed in first person view, because consistency is important!

Apparently our blood tastes ‘sharp and dangerous - like a weapon’.

I feel like this is about to answer a whole fucking lot of fandom questions. At least as far as Hiveswap canon is concerned - arguably a separate entity to Homestuck canon, though obviously, like an expanded universe, designed to be read almost exclusively with intertextuality in mind. An elaboration, I guess.

There’s more like... hey check it out we’re going NSFW. Still nothing like a choice button yet.

One thing I find interesting is like... while this game is packed with lesbians of various stripes, and evidently many of the writers are gay or bi women, all the trolls who get really horny scenes have been boys. (Two of them written by ‘V’, admittedly). Mallek first with his shirtless scene, then much more recently Marvus, and now Lanque.

Also look at these guys. Pretty sure V has a type.

Anyway, the narrator makes the mistake of saying something vaguely derogatory about buckets.

Not sure like... what he finds derogatory there. Mentioning ‘buckets’ vs ‘pails’ (might be a distinction between reproductive and non-reproductive sex?), or saying that he doesn’t seem to have one? He says it’d be his first time.

With an alien, huh. *xenofucker fist bump*

Instead of a sex scene, we get a lore drop.

Once he gets shipped offworld, there will be no more ‘sneaking out of the caverns’. To Lanque, this effectively means his life will be over. This is his last chance to fuck!

A little overdramatic, dude!

Before we can get to it, Bronya interrupts.

So we get interrupted by Bronya. This is finally our choice point. Do we dob Lanque in, or do we fuck?

Regarding ‘problematic’, the main thing I’m seeing is like... Lanque is, at best, barely of age. Since he’s talking about getting shipped offworld soon, I’m guessing he’s close to troll adulthood. In terms of real-world narratives, this is taking on the general tone of ‘college story’ - complete with allusion to a frat party.

I think like... I’m going to read this whole visual novel, and write what I think about it. However, I can also totally understand why you would not want to read this kind of ‘first time’ story. So I’m going to leave that branch to a readmore at the end of the post. Above the cut, to give you all some kind of ending, and we’ll go down the ‘call his mum’ branch. Lol it’s not nearly as nsfw as they make it sound, there’s nothing that really need readmores, nevermind this lol.

Bronya busts the door open and tells him to get dressed immediately.

Lanque gets his mean streak back on, and goes in on Bronya now.

He does love the word ‘bitch’, does Lanque. He tells her she’s not actually his lusus (oh yeah, lusii... it’s been a while since we’ve seen one honestly. The last one was the goat.) She slaps him. He pretends like it was a sex thing.

This is not pretty. Bronya launches into a lecture on Lanque: sneaking out, being an ass to Lynera, and...

Yeah, maybe it’s a good thing we didn’t get further involved.

Apparently he’s not deterred by the fact that we literally called Bronya up to get out of fucking him, and adds us on Chittr before he leaves.

So that’s an ending. Sweet look, protagonist.

But it’s not the ending ending. We get a final screen.

Sure, I want to understand. Is this going to be some kind of direct artist-to-reader commentary on what they were trying to accomplish with that chapter?

The text box turns white, and the font changes. I bet this is Doc Scratch. So no, probably not that. In fact, this segues straight into the epilogue. I think there are different versions of the epilogue depending how you approach the final chapter, or else we were supposed to play the other branch before Lanque, so for the sake of putting the epilogue at the end, I’ll save it for a future post. (I’ve already written it up.)

Now, the other Lanque branches. First of all, refusing at the NSFW notice.

So they poke fun at the reader for like, not accepting the NSFW notice. Uh-huh. You know that Steam doesn’t automatically give a mature content warning if you’ve set up your account that way right? Which I guess is my own fault lol.

Anyway, doing this leads to like... a totally different arc, and a totally different canon. Huh, I genuinely expected they’d like just end the story there.

It’s a cozy party now, apparently.

This version of Lanque is... different.

For one thing, he’s got a flower crown. And instead of soft sexy jazz, we have a pretty piano piece. He says hi to Lynera and me.

Hmm. Not entirely un-hornified, then.

Lynera gushes wildly about us, recapping a whole bunch of plot.

It turns out, rather than taking drugs and having sex and other such risqué things, this party is a chill poetry reading.

So I realise this entire branch is just like, an extended joke at the reader. Look how un-edgy this is. We’re going to support our friends and read poetry.

In this one, instead of asking to kiss us, he asks to hold hands before we read poetry. And he says this is a poem about a past relationship, and it might be a bit raw.

We get Lanque’s poem, in full.

I was going to copy-paste the whole thing in, but it’s quite long, so let’s be uncool and respect copyright or whatever because my fingers were getting tired. It is quite good... addressing loss, and memory, and the lingering influence of a past relationship. It makes me wish I had ever developed the ability to appreciate and comment on poetry, because I feel like I just don’t have the vocabulary to comment on it, or what it might connect to, or anything else. The narration agrees: raw, emotional.

I imagine, though perhaps this is presumptuous, it is reflecting something quite real in the real life of ‘V’.

Lynera also gets the chance to read out a poem. She happens to have one on hand. It’s about Bronya, sure enough, and her loneliness and alienation.

Afterwards, she is self-deprecating.

This version of Lanque is kind and reassuring - the complete opposite of his persona in the sexy branch.

We leave with Lynera after hugging it out. Reading her poem, and being with other trolls in this way, seems to have really helped Lynera. There’s another pointed bit of defensiveness at potential critics.

Soapbox: This is the state of discourse, where the complex feelings we have in relation to fictional works must get flattened out into strict ‘rules’. A character can easily support lesbian and bi interpretations; it can be a relief to bi people and upsetting for lesbians when one of those possibilities is ruled out by having her express interest in a man (not that this, ultimately, rules out lesbian interpretations, since a person can of course be mistaken about their feelings).

To lesbians, it is perhaps likely more salient that many characters they identify with end up expressing attraction to men, and this can seem like yet another instance. To bi women, narratives about picking a ‘side’ are perhaps more likely to be salient, and it can be relief to have an explicitly bi character.

The only conclusion we can draw is that gender is a hellish system of punishment and exploitation, and we should seek to be kind to each other and also abolish it forthwith, write our own stories, and abolish the stranglehold that capital holds on all aspects of our lives including the symbolic media we use to understand the world.

All that said, this repetitive defensiveness about ‘problematic’ writing does kind of annoy me a bit, even if I can understand where it comes from. Let your work speak for itself.

Anyway, that’s enough huge essays (I say, falsely). Let’s finish out the branch.

“...right?”

This branch finishes out with a poke at the whole structure of the game so far - the good endings, bad endings, and so on. We’ve not made a friend, but we have made a stronger connecting with an existing one.

I’m not sure how seriously we should take that given the way ‘valid’ has become pretty much a joke word, if this is still an extended dig at the audience, but there we are.

That was a surprisingly long and rich branch for a first choice, which is kind of nice, actually.

If we click ‘no’ on ‘do you want to understand’...

We just get a game over screen with us sitting in our watchtower looking sad.

So now... it’s time for the nsfw section discussed above. Except... it’s a total fakeout.

First of all, we get an implication that it’s not his first time at all. Anyway, then we get to it. Which is to say, we get a fade to silly anime joke. God, this is like those old 4chan stories where they’d set you up for a sex scene and then rickroll you or something.

We get a ‘dorito faced anime boy’ joke I guess?

Afterwards...

Lol.

Anyway, in this branch, he doesn’t add us on chittr. Lol.

So yeah we die of shame. Welp.

God I can’t believe I thought this would actually go there. Of course it would be a joke at the audience.

Looking back, well, you know, reading the metaphors: he’s a predatory guy and lied through his teeth to get into our pants. Obviously it’s not his first time; obviously he’s not about to bugger off to space and never have sex again T_T, obviously the shit he said was just to get us to fuck; this isn’t just cheesy narrative tropes but within the fiction him playing the protagonist in order to get us to fuck. Complete with the whole attempt to drug us, and make it very unambiguously rape. (Which no doubt Elwurd knew). He got us to explicitly consent before we did anything, but also did enough shady shit so as to make that ‘consent’ kind of questionable when viewed later.

Viewed in that light... what I originally thought was just someone writing a horny fantasy about a hot dominating guy who’s totally into you~ is actually like... a pretty sharp piece of writing about shit pulled by men. There were plenty of warning signs - the ‘objectifying’ way he looks at you, the way he attempts to drug you, etc. I would like to imagine that IRL, rather than taking it as a piece of fiction, I wouldn’t be vulnerable to the same tactics. (Well, obviously I wouldn’t from a guy, at any rate). But it’s kind of a nicely written piece to make you feel stupid and taken advantage of afterwards like... why the fuck did you go along with this.

Though given that this kind of thing is something that people like... actually go through, I feel like they could have warned for it better than ‘challenging and controversial material’. Yes, that might have robbed it of some of its power; but it would also mean that it wouldn’t trigger people who have trauma over this exact kind of thing.

So.

“V”.

Honestly, my strongest feeling about “V” is one of respect. Both their stories have been a weird blend of cheeky, challenging and playful, with some very astute elements and an enormous amount of energy and intensity. They’re prepared to fuck with the reader in ways both silly (lick the troll’s armpit!) and rather more serious (this whole arc), they fuck around with canonicity and narrative structure in creative ways... I wonder what else they’ve written?

There remains only these two clown twins, and the epilogue.

Barzum and Baizli

To finish out the set, we have another pair. The Alternian text says ‘The Soleil Twins’, so I guess that’s their surname. The twins are written by Kieran Miranda, who previously wrote Azdaja, Stelsa and Charun.

The story begins with day nearing, and the protagonist friendless. They get the idea to like... head over to relax with Skylla, but before they can, they run into a house.

A very haunted looking house.

An easy choice for us to begin. ‘No fucking way’ naturally skips this arc, right?

Nope, back at the house. We get another choice: leave left or right. I picked left. I doubt it matters.

Yep, that kind of house. We can’t escape.

After a struggle, we reach the door.

Inside, we immediately pass out with a sense of nausea. Lovely. This can only go well. We hear something like bugs skittering away.

The mansion does at least seem to be explorable. Unfortunately, the door leads to a portrait gallery full of clowns, which is not the most welcome place to end up.

Someone tunes one of the portraits. It turns out to be a TV. Dramatic piano chords come in.

Oh hey it’s some friends.

Their shtick is that the one on the right finishes the one on the left’s sentences, the one on the left speaks in all lower case, and the one on the right speaks in all caps.

They want us to find them. They’re very bored you see, and want to play a game. This is, I understand, an allusion to the Saw series of horror movies, in which I gather a person places people in buildings full of sadistic traps, monitored by various cameras and a small puppet with spiral cheeks. So I guess that’s us now.

We get our first real choice.

I think the door is too obvious. If there’s not another exit, we’ll have to take the door anyway - though that’s likely a different branch, realistically speaking.

We discover a hidden door. Behind it is... a hole in the ground.

I guess we have instant-death options later than usual in this chapter. Our final thought is about the terrible loss of our Chittr profile.

Well, that’s fine. Let’s see what happens if we go straight into the house instead of wandering around.

Approaching the house immediately just skips the wandering around; the text is the same. It was a fake choice. Skipping forward, let’s see what happens if we take the obvious door, not the hidden one.

As we move down the hallway, the lights come on and the walls start bleeding. Lovely. Glorious sense of interior decoration. Tip top.

Beyond the door, we end up in another dark room. Maybe this one will be more of a true CYOA, with death options in every room.

But no. Not immediately, anyway. Ropes come out of the ground and tie us up. The two trolls who were watching us make themselves known.

Carnivalish music kicks in. We finally get a clear view of our captors.

Baizli right (allcaps), Barzum left (lowercase). I’ll try to remember that.

The twins say some predictably sinister stuff about removing our intestines (acid tubes, in trollspeak). The narrator grumbles about once again being reduced to the status of ‘torture muppet’.

When we express a desire to leave, Barzum and Baizli swap both demeanour and capitalisation rule. Now Baizli looks sad, and speaks in lowercase, while Barzum is pissed and speaks in caps.

These two twins, in the tradition of creepy twins, seem to share one mind. Which means they can hardly prank each other! They need someone else.

They rev up a chainsaw and suddenly... we’re back in the same room we started.

Looks like we’ve had another bit of time fuckery from The Powers That Be. Compare Fozzer. The loops kick in, faster and faster. Glued. Buried alive.

Having read the epilogue, all I’ll say is that it seems like someone is trying very hard to push us onto a timeline that ‘works’.

There’s a joke about time loop movies which I don’t get because I haven’t seen very many time loop movies.

After ‘20 or so’ loops, we decide we’ve had enough. But we get a choice of what to do about it.

Let’s try ‘Fuck this.’ first.

This turns out to mean attempting to intimidate the twins instead of begging them to release us.

While they’re baffled by this display, we make a break for an air vent. Surprisingly, we make good our escape. There’s a mention of all our jogging training with Stelsa, which happened in a non-canonical timeline - there was a whole thing about it! - but fair enough. Guess that’s another thing that persists between timelines. Or maybe the protag just thinks they went jogging with Stelsa in this timeline.

We find we’ve missed a bunch of texts from Skylla while we were out, and plan to head over there. But alas... the space loop is still in effect.

We end up back at the house. Unable to escape from the pocket dimension, the branch ends...

So let’s try the other option: ‘remember who you are’.

Come, try to remember...

And that is, of course... FRIENDSHIP. This time, we have something to say to the clowns (after ensuring we haven’t pissed ourselves).

Not killing us is apparently a novel idea for the twins. Or rather, they didn’t plan to kill us - just cut us up a bit, unaware that we wouldn’t heal right back up. The protag corrects the misconception.

So now we’re teaching the creepy clown kids the meaning of friendship. Novel!

The lights come up and they put on a little circus show for us. Apparently this building is not their hive.

They show us various other dangerous-looking circus tricks with the torture/circus equipment. Ah, says the narrator, so risking their lives is these kids’ hobby.

It turns out these kids hatched from the same egg. They tell us they do in fact share a mind entirely - one mind, two bodies.

And at last we end up chilling out and sharing stories.

With this friendship established, we sense a shift of some kind. We take this as a sign that the door might have finally opened.

Not only is the door open, but the ‘pocket dimension’ has dissipated too. The power of friendship! ...or fulfilling some secret design of whoever created the pocket dimension. Mmm.

How touching.

There’s a fakeout victory jingle, which turns out to have been a prank. They explain that... the creepy blood seeping walls and so on were their ‘chucklevoodoos’, but as for the time loop... Not them at all.

“Do you want to understand?” asks the prompt again. Time... for the epilogue.

#momestuck #lets read hiveswap friendsim #sex cw

[suchdan-veryphil]

Two Worlds Collide - Dan Howell Imagine Part 14

Word Count: 2,872

Trigger Warnings: Drinking, almost sex, second hand embarrassment, swearing

A/N: I think it was time for this, don’t ya think? (DD means designated driver idk if that’s an American thing or what but guess what? It’s in the story now.) 

Part 13

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One Year Ago...

“You never come out, Y/N. It’s time. You work hard, you go to your classes like a good girl. You deserve a to have a good time.” Cora told me as I sat on my bed with my chem books laid out around me.

“I just don’t think I would have fun. You’re meeting up with Eric and I’m gonna be third wheeling.” I explained as I crossed my arms. Cora and Eric had been dating since middle school and they were madly in love. It was disgusting, especially when I became the third wheel and had to listen to them go on and on about how much they loved one another. Disgusting.

Cora had been trying to convince me to go to a party for the last 3 weekends and each one, I denied. I wasn’t a partier, and I wasn’t very social. The last party I went to was a birthday party in 11th grade and I didn’t have any fun. At all. Being 20 years old, I had a job and school to worry about at the moment and if I wasted my night at a party, that’s time I could have been using to study.

“Just an hour.” She begged and sat on one of my books, lacing her fingers and pouting her lip slightly. Cora tilted her head to the side to give me the ultimate puppy eyes that I knew I couldn’t say no to. She did this all the time, and she knew exactly what she was doing. 

I flung the blanket off of my body and sighed. “Fine. But you’re the DD tonight.” I smirked and pulled my loose band shirt off to replace it with a simple black v neck, paired with a pair of ripped jeans and my favorite maroon Vans. I didn’t like to drink just for the sake of drinking, I don’t know why anyone would casually have a glass of wine or a beer with dinner. Alcohol was gross, but tonight I planned on drinking until I either passed out or couldn’t stand. It was my only way of not being completely annoyed at the fact that literally everyone else around me was drunk and I was soberly picking up after them. 

“I’m ready whenever you are,” I stated as I ran my fingers through my hair to get it in its proper place. 

“That’s it?”

“Yea, your point?” 

“Y/N, darling. What if you meet the love of your life tonight? You don’t want to look like some kid who just got back from the black parade.” Cora told me as she took my hair into her hands and started to maneuver it a little. 

“These are my clothes, I don’t know what to tell ya.” 

“Put some heels on, do your makeup. Wear a dress. Like I said, you could meet someone.” 

“First of all, I don’t own a dress. Second of all, do you know me? And third of all...” I paused to get a good look at my best friend. “The love of my life is not at this party. I wouldn’t let myself end up with some washed up frat boy who hasn’t read a book since middle school.” I told her matter-of-factly as I slid some deodorant over my underarms and sprayed myself with some of the little body spray I had left. 

Cora rolled her eyes and looked in the mirror to check her makeup before she ran her hands over her pants to straighten them out. She was wearing a similar outfit to me, black jeans, a tank top, leather jacket and a pair of heeled boots. She had her face all made up and she looked amazing. Cora always looked amazing. She didn’t have anyone to impress but that’s exactly what she did on the daily. I don’t think she knew or even intended to wow anyone, she was just always so beautiful. 

“I’ll drive there since you’re driving back.” I teased as I grabbed my bag and my keys and headed toward the door. 

Cora gave me the worst instructions ever, and it took us 45 minutes to get to the next town over. At that point, I was ready to just say fuck it and go back, but once I heard the music, I knew we were there. 

“Oh, fun! Let’s go! I see Eric!” Cora squealed as she hopped out of the passenger’s seat before I even turned off the car. Once I got out of the car, I looked over at Eric and gave him a wave. 

“Watch her! She’s driving tonight.” I warned him as I poked Cora gently in the shoulder. Eric gave her a quizzical look and she just rolled her eyes. “That’s what you get when you force me out of my apartment, thank you very much.” 

“Whatever! Grab me something to drink while you’re in there!” Cora yelled out as I walked through the door and looked around for a sign of a kitchen. There was a line directly into a room off to the side, and people were wandering out with solo cups in their hands and a glazed look over their eyes. That’s the one.

I made my way over and once I finally got up to the makeshift bar, I didn’t know how to serve myself. I poured fruit juice with probably way too much vodka in one cup and Sprite in the other cup. Both cups in my hands, I sighed and headed towards the door. My tiny frame made it easy to squeeze through people usually, but there were so many bodies that I had to use my elbows to get people to actually scoot. The number of times I said, “excuse me” would have sent my grandma soaring but nobody was moving. I took it upon myself to just go for it and push everyone out of my way until I made it to a clearing. 

Finally, out in the open of the living room, I started to rush towards the front door where I left my best friends. It took a total of three seconds for someone to ram into me, causing a giant spill of the contents of my cups. 

“Oh my gosh, I am so sorry!” I immediately began to apologize for the giant wet red mark on the front of his grey shirt. I looked up, way up, to meet his gaze. 

“Oh dear, no it’s okay. God what was in that cup?” he asked and held his shirt out to observe the giant red stain with a bit of a laugh. 

I could feel myself blushing, not only because he was teasing me, but because the man was gorgeous. “If I’m being honest, I’m not quite sure. I just put liquids in a cup and hoped for the best.” I admitted and looked up at his brown eyes. Brown eyes usually were just that - brown eyes. But this man held something else in his eyes when I looked at them. Quickly looking away and around for some paper towel, I could feel my heart racing and my face heating up. We both leaned down to pick up the cups, and he tossed them into an opened trash bag. I spotted paper towels back towards what looked like it would be a dining room if it weren’t infested with solo cups and empty bottles. 

The stranger cleared his throat, catching my attention, and stretched his hand out to me. “Daniel- well you can call me Dan.” 

I could feel my cheeks tighten as I smiled and shook his hand. “Y/N. That’s it, that’s my name.” I mentally smacked myself in the face for even thinking of something so stupid. Dan seemed to like it though because he smiled and squeezed my hand a little before he pulled away. 

“Well, it’s been interesting meeting you but I have to go clean off my shirt before it starts to stick or stain,” he said and smiled at me a little before he started to step away. 

“Wait! Let me help. It’s the least I can do since I’m the one who ran into you with two cups of cold drink.” I offered and bit my lip gently. 

“You don’t have to-” 

“If you don’t want the juice to stain, I would suggest you find baking soda and laundry detergent,” I told him and headed toward the paper towels and grabbed the roll. I laid them over the large puddle on the hardwood floor, letting the liquid get soaked up before putting the soiled material in the same trash bag as the cups. 

“Well, seeing as this is my friend Chris’ house, I happen to know exactly where to find both of those items,” Daniel told me with a bit of a smirk as he began to wander off. 

“Ah, so you know the host?” I asked as we walked with confidence up the stairs and stopped in front of a linen closet. He opened the door and began to look around for the desired items. 

“You could say that. I’ve known him for years and we had a bit of a falling out, but now it’s like we never stopped talking.” He explained to me as he grabbed the liquid detergent and rummaged around for the baking soda. 

“That’s nice. That’s how you know it’s a true friendship. Anything else would have fizzled and died right there.” 

Dan gave me a slight side eye and a smirk as he continued to rummage. “You’re absolutely right.” He pulled the small box of baking soda off of the top shelf and closed the closet door before he started to walk down the hallway again. 

“I suggest a room with a tub,” I said before I rolled my eyes at myself. 

“Oh like a bathroom, perhaps?” Daniel asked teasingly and opened the last door on our right. 

“If it has a tub, it’ll work.” I tried to sound cool, suave even. It was not working. 

“Wonderful. Fill it with water, I presume?” 

He was definitely teasing me. 

“Do you want a clean shirt or to sit here and make fun of me for 20 minutes Daniel?” I asked, crossing my arms and raising an eyebrow. 

He held his hands up in surrender and laughed. “Point taken. Warm, hot or cold water?” 

“Warm. Pour a capful of detergent under the running water, too.” I instructed as I pulled my hair back into a loose and messy bun while Dan followed my instruction. 

“Now what?” I looked at him and bit my lip momentarily. 

“Unless you’d like to submerge yourself in the tub, you need to take it off.” I then began to open the medicine cabinet in search of hydrogen peroxide. When I found the unopened bottle, I proceeded to tear the cap off and say, “Lay it on the ground or the top of the toilet seat and sprinkle the baking soda on top of the wet spot.” 

I closed the cabinet and turned to see Dan laying the shirt on the ground flat and holding the box of baking soda. He wasn’t ripped, but he wasn’t unhealthy. He had a few freckles down his back and arms and I couldn’t help but stare as he put the baking soda down. 

“Finished. Now, what boss?” I was brought back from my thoughts and looked back into his eyes. When it registered that he called me boss, I couldn’t help but laugh a little. 

“Well, now we’re gonna pour the peroxide on it so that it bubbles up and lifts the stain,” I explained as I demonstrated. When the bubbles began to rise, I could see Dan become bewildered at the sight in front of him. “Science is pretty cool, huh?” 

“Yea, this is awesome. Now what?” 

I chuckled and picked up the shirt to rinse it under the flow of the tub water. A lot of the color came off, but I decided to soak it under the water anyways. I turned the water off and began to wring out his shirt in the bubbles. 

“You may want to ask your friend for a shirt because this isn’t going to dry in an hour, especially considering we’re gonna have to let this soak for like half an hour,” I admitted teasingly as I bumped his shoulder with mine. 

“You’re right. I’m sure he won’t mind if I just grabbed one. Let’s go!” He took my hand and pulled me up quickly. He peeked around the hallway and made a dash towards the room at the end of the hallway. Laughing, I ran behind him, gripping his hand tighter so that I wouldn’t fall behind. He closed the door behind us once we got in and I couldn’t help laughing louder. 

“What is so funny?” 

“The last thing I thought I would be doing tonight is laundry,” I admitted and sat on a neatly made bed as Dan opened a closet on the far end of the room. 

“Yea, well the last thing I thought I’d be doing tonight is wearing one of Chris’ shirts.” 

I chuckled and sat with my legs crossed as I watched him pick out a shirt. “I say go for that bright pink one on the way right.” 

“Yea it really compliments my eyes, huh?” 

We both laughed lightly and smiled at one another. Eventually, he chose a plain white shirt and sat on the bed beside me. 

“So, what brings you to a party like this on a Saturday night, Y/N?” He asked and leaned back on his elbows. 

“More like who... My best friend Cora insisted that I study too much and needed a night to myself.” I informed him. 

“Ah, do you want a night to yourself? I can leave you here to nap and wake you up when it’s time to dry my shirt.” 

I could tell he didn’t really intend to leave, but he was trying to be nice. “I’m okay. I quite enjoy your company, if I’m being honest. Besides, I’m not a party girl.” 

“Is that why you had a cup half vodka half fruit punch?” Dan snickered and bit his lip. 

I gently pushed his arm and shook my head. “For someone I’ve just met, you sure have a lot of jokes to make about me.” I teased back. 

“I’m sorry if they’re mean. I feel like I can joke with you, though. I’ll stop if it’s bothering you.” 

“I never said that.” I glanced over at him and leaned back the same way he was. 

“Oh. Okay... good then.” He paused and looked at me. “I don’t like parties either. I think it was actually a blessing in disguise that you ran into me. If you hadn’t I’d probably have to be socializing. Gross, right?” 

I couldn’t help but smile and bite my lip as he made his point. “Yea, blessing. That’s what that was.”  

We laughed it off a bit before we sat and stared at each other for a moment in silence. I felt like he was trying to read me, trying to see my inner thoughts and deepest secrets before he whispered, “Y/N, have you had too much to drink tonight?” 

I swallowed the lump in my throat and shook my head. “No.” Daniel leaned in a bit and glanced at my lips, then back into my eyes. 

“Can I kiss you?” 

I just nodded and leaned in to meet him halfway. I don’t know what happened, but my stomach suddenly weighed a ton but my chest felt like it was full of air. The longer the kiss went on, the closer we got and the more effort and passion we poured into the kiss. 

Just as I was about to get handsy, the door opened and a boy with hair remarkably like Justin Bieber’s from 2010 began to speak. “Daniel, why is your-” he stopped when he noticed what was taking place. Dan and I separated immediately and I put my fingertips over my swollen lips, not making a lick of eye contact. 

“On my bed, Dan?! Literally two guest rooms and you choose my bed?” the man paused and I could hear Dan laughing. 

“Trust me that wasn’t what we came in here with the intentions of doing,” Dan spoke through his laughter. “Now what were you saying?” 

“Your t-shirt is in my tub and I was curious as to why but I really don’t care anymore. I’ll just burn it with my sheets.” Chris announced and walked away without closing the door. 

I giggled a little and I could feel my cheeks heating up. 

“Well, that was sure as hell the most awkward thing I’ve ever had happen to me,” Dan said and took my hand into his. 

“If you want, we can go to my place and actually be alone. We don’t have to be physical or anything but I would definitely like to talk to you.” He picked up our hands and placed a kiss on the back of my hand. 

“Yea, let’s go. Although, being physical isn’t out of the question.” I kissed his cheek by his jawline once and stood up with him. 

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What do you want?(4)

length: 2000 words

trigger/warnings:  mention of death, graphic violence, blood(nothing too graphic or explicit yet), curses(because it’s Bakugo)

summary: Kirishima is too good with people and Bakugo it's definitely not worried it's a trap. (Buddy Cop AU)

a/n:  I think by this part you know, check @soyunpochoclin out! :D

also I’m sorry for short update but here you go actual plot, I hope you enjoy it! I hope you are intrigued?? Maybe idk. Anyway thanks for reading <3

<–3rd part - 5th part–>

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Katsuki was torn between staring at the club and resting his head on the seat of the car, eyes closed, until his breathing became too aggressive and quick and start the cycle again. The microphone was shit, at first, he couldn’t hear nothing but loud music, which admiralty didn’t give any fucking idea of what was going.

It was out of his control if Kirishima got killed it was his fault, not Katsuki’s.

He stood up again. No, that anything had changed from the last time he had glanced at it. It was in a close end street, surrounded by another more tone down bar, a pink motel that could be in a worse state, and a couple of houses that had the light on(because who could be able to sleep the disturbs of music, moans, and drunks in the street?). He laid back.

It’s not like he didn’t trust Kirishima to accomplished his mission. He was the most competent of his partners, but he was also the most stupid of all of them. ‘Saving Katsuki instead of capturing the bad guy’ type of stupid, ´worry about Katsuki’ type of stupid. Kind, type of stupid.

He sat up. Agh.

Kirishima had talked by then, no one had really said anything that matter to them. He didn’t seem any closer to getting any useful information, nor he seemed in danger. In fact, his voice sounded joyous. Kirishima not only had a way with words but people, Katsuki noticed. Kirishima had a trusting air around him, he only had to smile charmingly to get people to purr every bit of information they knew that Katsuki usually had to force out of people.

He only had closed his eyes again when he someone talked to Kirishima. She was close enough for him to hear.

“ ‘Looking for someone sweetheart?” Her voice was disgustingly sweet, slurring words in drunken fashion.

“Actually I was, maybe you could help me…” Bakugo sat back up on Kirishima’s tone.

“Well...handsome…” She laughed messily, it was a moment before she talked again, “What would you give me?” Katsuki’s face twisted, peeved; she was talking right into the microphone, up close her voice silvery and even more unpleasant.

Kirishima laughed, deep and husky, not like Katsuki had ever heard, “It depends on love…” It was ringing right into Katsuki’s ears it was thrilling and intoxicating, “What will you do for me?” It was flirty, almost demanding, more authoritarian than Katsuki had ever heard him use on duty.

Katsuki flinched at loud laugh replacing Kirishima’s until it slightly fades away, “Come with me…”

“Shitty Hair.” Bakugo finally warned, “Don’t fucking do anything stupid.”

“Don’t worry dude, she likes me…” He muttered in his normal stupid voice and by the lack of response the girl didn’t seem to hear.

The music faded in the background. Where were they going?”

Katsuki growled, he was about to talk again but the girl cut him.

“Here we can talk better, don’t ya think?” She sounded increasingly closer, “This is usually closed but I won’t tell if you don’t…” she laughed, and Katsuki rolled his eyes.

“I can imagine people using the back of the club for nothing good.” Kirishima was announcing where he was.

“Dance with me!” There’s a moment of silence with clothing ruffling, so Katsuki assumed Kirishima was actually dancing.

“I’m looking for a friend of mine…” He said carefully, “He likes to come here a lot, and I haven’t seen him for a while maybe you know where he is?..”

“My mother owns this place, I‘m here every night if someone can help you it’s me sweety.” She talked into the microphone again, confirming that they were dancing. Kirishima was lucky. “And who’s this friend of yours that’s so important?” She elongates the so, infantizing it.

“Black hair, fair skin, cover in scars on his mouth, neck and…” he stopped talking, “…arms?” He finished almost doubtful, “Why did you stop?”

She didn’t answer at first, “Dabi?” Suddenly she sounds sober.

“Yeah, you’ve seen him around?” Kirishima kept his voice calm and casual.

“Yeah…you want to know where he is?” Her voice changed again, playful this time.

“Kirishima.” Katsuki doesn’t know why he called him, Kirishima couldn’t answer, “Get out of there.”

“I think I can help you…but you need to trust me…” Her voice was close and quiet.

“Maybe…” Kirishima’s voice was alarmed, and there was some rustling again before there was only static.

“Kirishima!” He tried again, nothing.

It wasn’t a complete thought before Katsuki was swearing loud enough to call for the attention for the people in the street, only giving them enough time to see him enter the club.

He pushed through the crowd of people, as quickly as he was allowed by the sweaty mass. “Fucking Kirishima, if he is not dead I am going to kill him.”

He reached the bar and noticed a closed door next to it. He was about to storm into the room by force when the door opened as he approached it. Kirishima was laughing, looking not dead enough by Katsuki’s standard; his arm around her with her whispering into his ear.

It only took for Ejirou opening his eyes for him to notice Bakugo.

Ejirou looked back to the girl. First, so he didn’t raise any suspicion and second because he didn’t really like the anger etched in Bakugo’s face. He had mild success, the girl peeked and noticed the figure staffing in front of the dancing crowd.

“Another friend of yours?” Kirishima hesitated, “Well you like the grumpy ones, don’t you?” She teased him.

They walked into Bakugo, and he failed completely then. Bakugo was emitting some negative energy through his eyes very much directly at Ejirou. Not ideal. “Well you sure seem to be having fun.” Bakugo was smiling, but nothing of it really sold you he was happy or teasing. He could see why Bakugo wasn’t great at undercover.

“Honestly we could be having a bit more fun,” The girl gave a quick glace to Kirishima, she came back quickly to Katsuki, analyzed him up and down, “I don’t think that’s a possible now though…” She pouted.

“Tsk,” Katsuki clicked his tongue and put his hand inside of his pocket.

“Well, then…” She moved away from Kirishima but took his hand and turned his attention to the bar, “Let’s get something to drink, my treat.”

There were a couple of people asking for the tired bartender attention but once he saw the girl waving at him he immediately lit up. He rested his arms on the table, “What can I do for you Ima?” Friendly, and ready to please.

She let go of Kirishima, “You know what a I like…” Katsuki rolled her eyes, as Ejirou just stood there behind her looking mildly offended.

The bartender laughed at her pout and turned around, Ima called for his attention before he left, “Uh! And whatever my friends want!” She pointed excitedly to both of them.

Kirishima smiled, clearly uncomfortable and asks for a beer as Katsuki judged him for the brand he asks for. He ends up asking for whiskey, with Ejirou judging his decision.

The bartender just smiled kindly and nodded in acknowledgment to both of them before leaving to the other side of the bar to finish Ima’s drink.

Ejirou turned to Bakugo, thankfully he wasn’t looking at him anymore. He was looking around, alarmed of his surroundings Ejirou suspected. ‘Though he didn’t look out of place. Bakugo appeared to be unable to look out of place anywhere. He looked like owned anywhere he went or at least he knew he was doing. It definitely helped that he was styled out of his uniform into normal cloths. He was dressed in a black V neck shirt, showing his collar bones and dark blue slight tight jeans(Ejirou would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy walking behind Bakugo).

“You should be buying me a drink because by the looks of it I won’t gain anything from this,” She was teasing, and there was a shine in her eyes that Ejirou couldn’t quite read. Bakugo didn’t laugh and just rolled his eyes instead.

“Oh come on, he’ll leave if I’ll tell him to…” He walked closer to her, touching her arm, smiling as charming as he could. But the air that was before in between both of them, had dissipated.

Not like Ejirou liked Ima. She was beautiful, long black hair, tanned smooth skin, soft features piercing blue eyes and a charming fun personality that he had a feeling she and Mina would get along but that was the problem she felt too much like a friend. Not that it mattered, he was a good actor either way, or he thought he was until she pushed him away.

“Not necessary, I’m fucking leaving.” He was about to turn around when he heard a loud laugh over the music.

Ima pushed away Kirishima’s hand, “It's found love, I know you don’t like me.” She giggled.

“What?” Kirishima backed away, surprised.

At the moment, the bartender came back with a colorful drink in his hand. “Maybe it’s time for both us to be honest.”

****

“Oh don’t be grumpy Blasty!” Ejirou followed behind Bakugo, who was stamping thought the street back to the car, “I’m sorry I worried you.”

Suddenly he stopped and turn around, “I wasn’t worried!” Bakugo’s expression was bilious, “I just didn’t want you fucking up the mission by getting yourself killed.”

Ejirou took a second to respond, in which Bakugo starting walking again, “Yeah sure, thanks anyway dude!” He caught up to him and threw an arm in Katsuki’s shoulders. He scolded in response but didn’t tense up to the touch. Instead, they walked together to the car until Ejirou let go to get in the car.

Ejirou had noticed that Bakugo preferred driving, he took the keys before Kirishima ever could and the one time he had tried to drive Bakugo had stared at him as if he was stabbing Ejirou in his mind. Ejirou never tried again, and it was nice not having to drive, although staring at the door and lights of the city go by he was getting bored. He turned to Bakugo. He looked tired(which made sense, it was around 2 or 3 am)

“So today was very successful, don’t you think?” He said, his voice breaking some kind of silence spell in the air.

“We didn’t even get the information, just a fucking life story.” He complained, rolling his tongue.

“Oh come on! We got an Allie!” Ejirou smiled, “She’ll give us more information than I ever could!” Bakugo just growled in response, which meant Ejirou was right. He smiled wider.

“She better has something good for us tomorrow,” Katsuki muttered annoyed. Because he was annoyed with the whole situation, he didn’t want nothing to do with the fucking little mermaid and his fucking enchanting voice but he was stuck with the fucking case and this was the best option. Fuck.

“You mean later today….where are we going?” Kirishima had turned again to the window, he looked a little kid when Katsuki was driving.

“To your house, where else idiot?” Katsuki didn’t need to look at Kirishima to know that he was smiling with every sharp tooth showing.

“Awww thanks, Blasty!” Kirishima tried to do the side hug thing again, but now Katsuki was driving and they almost hit a post instead.

#kiribaku fanfic #bakugou x kirishima #kirishima ejirou #kiribaku #kiribaku fanfiction #katsuki bakugo #bhna #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia

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BTS reaction to their wife having giving birth complications (sad ending)

Anonymous said:

Hiya! I'm new to your page and I realllllyyyyyyy liked the way you wrote that reaction about the birth complications and I was wondering if you would do it with a sad ending?? IS that weird?? Idk😂

no not weird 😂 ...enjoy ><

!!! TRIGGER WARNING !!!

Jin:  

He could hear his heartbeat, like drums were playing in his head. Jin could feel the danger from what was happening, just imagining the worst made him feel like collapsing. A sudden power held him up on his legs as the doctor came out of the operating room.  

“Doctor?…” he couldn’t say more, his imagination drew pictures of you lying on that bed with white sheets, covered you in blood, that was enough for him to lose the ability of speaking for minutes.  

"I don't know what to say mr. Kim, the baby died due to acute oxygen deficiency, I'm really sorry for your lose" the air around Jin lessened at every word the doctor spoke, it was hard to take a normal breath as tears formed in his eyes, staring at the doctor who drew a small sad smile on his face, saying in pity:  

"but thankfully the only damage your wife suffered was losing a huge amount of blood, she'll hopefully wake up tomorrow or the day after. Stay strong Mr. Kim" he patted at Seokjin's shoulder and left, leaving him sinking in his sadness as his sobs were hearable. He threw himself on the chair, not able to make a move, just covering his face and wailing with sorrow.  

Suga:  

It was so strange, so new for him to feel such much pain, to feel so terrified of losing someone. It wasn’t normal for him to panic but because the one who might to die was you he couldn’t help but panic. His only prayer was for you to continue breathing. As the doctor walked out Yoongi couldn’t find the power to raise up his head, thoughts of losing you were spinning around in his head making him dizzy but he had to force himself to do it for you.  

"Mr. Min," The doctor said seriously, Yoongi looked up at him, the doctor's face didn't hint at anything good, which left in Suga's heart an aching scared feeling.  

"I'm sorry for what I'll say, but the baby's blue color doesn't indicate good, we can't ignore the probability of him having a cerebral palsy. And we'll keep Mrs. Min on probation to void other complications" words fell on Suga's ears making his heartbeat even faster, the view became blur as tears fell down his cheeks, he froze there for a long while, imagining the next days, how his dreams suddenly fell apart, and how he should stay strong, so you can exceed it together, like you always do.  

J-Hope:  

It took him no time to break down as he heard the news, he imagined it being a piece of cake, but it turned into two hours in the operating room, he spent them crying himself, imaging the worst.  

“Mr. Jung ..” Hoseok didn’t even notice the doctor when he walked out. After hearing his name, he stood up immediately and wiped his tears away, hoping for relief from the doctor’s words.  

"I need to tell you that we did our best, but the umbilical cord was furled around the fetus' neck which making it difficult to get her out, unfortunately your wife died not too long after from postpartum haemorrhage. I'm really sorry for your lose Mr. Jung. And for the baby, we'll keep an eye on her cuz we doubt she may has health problems" Hoseok stood still, in the same position, couldn't understand a word, that you died. His eyes locked on the wall, staring unstoppably with a straight face, no noticeable expressions. As the boys dashed toward him, he didn't make a single move, he couldn't even answer their uncountable questions about your early birth giving, and when he overcame the shock, his wailing sound became higher and higher as he fell on the ground, crying.

RM:  

Pressure, all he could feel is pressure, as he walked back and forth, trying to reduce his stress, as it seemed like that was the only way he could. The moment the doctor came out, Namjoon took a deep breath, with an inner hope for good news.  

“Doctor, why did it take so long?” the doctor looked down, and with grief he said:  

"I'll admit it, it wasn't easy, and the lack of oxygen puts the baby at risk for neurological disease, maybe he'll have a problem in walking or maybe more, I'm truly sorry. Y/N will be in her room, but you can't enter till she wakes up, she lost a lot of blood" Namjoon nodded in silence, acting all strong and satisfied.

"Joon, what happened?" Jin rubbed his back, as the rest surrounded him with panicked eyes, so he smiled sadly, avoiding their looks.  

"he said I may have a disable child, and Y/N is in her room, after losing too much blood" the silence was scary as they stared at him, shocked and noticeably sad, as they could see his eyes tearing up.  

"it's never an obstacle, we'll get through it, I know" he ended his words with a falling tear, as Jin hugged him tightly, so he can cry as he wanted.

Jimin:  

Unexpectedly, Jimin is the only one who was shocked, sitting all alone staring at the wall, lost in his world of nightmares .

“Mr. Park?” As Jimin heard his name, he didn’t react immediately, eventually he looked slowly up at the doctor, with no strength to speak a word.  

"I don't know what to say, we tried every way possible, but the sudden placenta detachment which caused the early birth giving affected on the baby, he died. I know the magnitude of your lose but I need you to stay strong for you and your wife. We'll keep an eye on her till she wakes up in her room, but you can't enter before she does. Sorry again" Jimin's eyes quickly filled with tears, listening to every single word broke his heart into a million pieces, he couldn't realize his calamity as he stayed in his position, tears showering his face, covering his mouth, so no one can hear his sobs, or how dismal his soul was that time. After seconds of self-control, he took a depressed deep breath, searching for the last ounce of strength he had, but he couldn't find it. Suddenly his wails became audible, heartbroken.  

V:  

As expected, the moment the boys heard about you giving birth they ran to the hospital to stay with Taehyung because it’ll be one of his best moments. They saw him sobbing hardly, tears showered his face.

“They- They said she- she has troubles, and- and she is bleeding heavily” he mumbled between his sobs.  

“Mr. Kim?” the doctor called, everyone stood up, Tae couldn’t control himself.  

"I want to comfort you; the baby is ok but Mrs. Kim as I said is bleeding heavily, and we're forced to remove her uterus or she'll be affected, I need to get you permission before proceeding" V looked down, blinking several times, he didn't know how to feel, happy for you two being ok or depressed that he won't have another kid? The boys sat next to him, half smiling and the rest having his same complicated feelings. He gave a sorrowful yes before smiling softly, whispering:  

"at least they're alive" taking a deep breath, putting on his usual boxy smile, and with a sudden cheerful tone he said:  

"we'll be ok, we'll make the greatest family" they shared him his hopes and dreams, but each one of them knew how hurt he was, and how much he suffered to show such a strength.  

Jungkook:  

“Hyung, y/n is giving birth today” Kook said in a firm tone.  

“I know it’s early but..” he lost his strength suddenly and burst into tears.  

“She’s been in the operation room for two hours and I can’t stand on my own anymore! I can’t stop thinking about how bad it’ll may be!” it took only a minute for his tears to cover his cheeks, the thought of losing both of you was too much to bare alone. RM dashed towards the doctor as he came out, Jungkook couldn’t even take a deep breathe to calm himself down.  

“Jungkook-ah!” Namjoon said as he finished with the doctor, Kook looked up at him with shaky eyes, but his hyung's face didn't reassure him. Namjoon took a deep breath and looked away, holding back his tears which forced Jungkook to stand up and look deeply in his eyes, tears didn't stop.  

"I'm- I don't know, I want you to take a deep breath and control yourself, things like these happen and doctors can't stop" Kook stared at him shocked.  

"y/n- y/n passed away" Words fell as sharp as knives on his heart, as he felt like chocking. All he could do was continue crying even harder, falling down on the chair, as none of the boys could calm him down, they cried silently with him, sharing his pain, but his grief was bigger than he could handle, so he fainted after crying for hours straight.

~ I cried while writing this :( .. sorry if this seemed so depressing :/ ~

-K

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[vjjeons]

whaddup!! i’m acacia (satan). i’m twenty years old, i use she/her pronouns and i hail from the pst timezone! i’m super excited to be in a lil ol’ group again because i haven’t been in one since like… idk?? but enough about me — let’s get to the good stuff aka my girl, veronica jeon. it gets pretty lengthy, so if you just want the overall version of it just scroll to the very end! anyways, if you like this, i’ll take it as an invitation to IM you for plots, so be careful!! ♡

jennie kim + cis female + she/her — have you met veronica jeon? they are a twenty-one year old artist/barista known as the philophobic. a pansexual scorpio, they are independent + bold, as well as stubborn + cynical. their soulmark is a crescent moon on the left ring finger, and they can feel the emotions of their soulmate.

BACKGROUND + TRIGGER WARNINGS: abuse, death, drugs

to kick things off, veronica grew up with just her mother around. her father had always been MIA. so, she doesn’t have a lot of memories involving him. therefore, her mother dated an array of men. often times neglecting her daughter, with the exception of the times she brought in successful report cards.

when she was thirteen, her mother married a man who physically abused veronica any chance he had. especially when mrs. jeon started cheating on him. so ronnie recoiled around her art for a few years.

being alone as an only child, she had to keep herself entertained. she started off by doodling with just a pencil. but, eventually expanded with acrylic paints and water colors. thus ultimately discovering her love for the arts!! 

she isn’t exactly sure how she’s going to find a successful career path through her beloved hobby. which is why she picked up her job as a barista to make some actual cash flow.

when veronica turned sixteen, she thought of tracking down her father in hopes of reuniting with him. this lead her to her grandmother’s house. who eventually had to break the news that her father had died from a drug overdose before she was born.

though, the news was shocking. it didn’t leave her feeling empty. instead, she found something better — her grandmother. she instantly connected with the woman and eventually found herself making her grandmother’s home as a sort of safe haven.

her grandma even supported her with her arts. buying her any supplies she needed and giving her suggestions on places she can find more muse. basically fulfilling the mother role veronica desperately needed.

but one day while visiting, the woman had passed in her sleep. this took a toll on ronnie considering how attached she became to her grandmother and her home. she would have to return back to her mother’s and her step-father. when she went back, the man attempted to abuse her again. however, she ratted him out. ultimately sending him to his imprisonment.

once she turned eighteen, her mother had packed up her things and left the girl behind. though, ronnie was fazed by the woman’s actions. nor did she feel any lose considering how little she cared about the other.

but good things do happen to v! one day she received a letter explaining that she inherited her grandmother’s fortune. (which she often uses to pay off her apartment bills.) along with a small journal with letters and locations to keep veronica on the right path. to stray away from the hatred and negativity and turn those emotions into something beautiful.

PERSONALITY + RELATIONSHIPS

PERSONALITY: she is charming, creative, and witty. however, she can be quite cynical, stubborn, and reserved. she has that tell it like it is personality. she just calls it likes she sees it. even if she’s not exactly right. she’s witty and intelligent. she’s very particular when it comes to most things. she wants things done correctly. so she often runs by the quote, “if you want things right you gotta do it yourself.” she doesn’t like relying on others to get things done when she knows she could do it faster and better. a little bit of a ocd queen. she’s one of those people that set their mind to something and goes through with it until the end. she has a way with words. her silky soft voice makes it easy for her to manipulate people. (unless you’re close to her, then they can see past the bullshit.) but don’t get her talking about feelings. because you’re gonna just hear crickets if you do that. she’s sort of an introvert. over the years, veronica had to work hard to become the person she is today — someone who is hopeful, who sees art and beauty everywhere, even in the ugliest parts of the world..some days, it’s a little harder, but she never gives up. she’s slowly growing out of her tough head of hair and morphing into a young woman so beautiful over the years, but also at times, terrifying?? self destructive?? even if she’ll never let anyone see her deteriorate her insides sigh. basically she’s a hot mess. but she tries her best to hide that shit. yeye sweg.

when it comes to FRIENDS veronica can always use some of ‘em. she possess the qualities of a good friend loyal, honest, trustworthy. however, she can be quite pessimistic. which might be a reason why she doesn’t have as many friends. once her mind is set to think a certain way it’s hard to persuade her to believe otherwise. she’s the type of friend to listen to your problems, but be prepared to listen to her unwanted opinions – all of them. she’s also the type to put a friend in check when they need it. she thinks of it as trying to convince them to see the bigger picture. first impressions is something she might not be very good at. while she isn’t exactly the definition of rude, she tends to not filter then things she says. overall, i would say that she might just need a handful of friends, a whole bunch of acquaintances, and her a ride or die.

please flood her with ENEMIES. i know for a fact that she has these. being so boldly opinionated and all. you know this girl has more than enough haters. sometimes she has some very evil intentions. she’s vengeful and irrational. but, don’t get me wrong. she’s not pure evil. veronica does have some good intentions, she leans more to the chaotic evil side. deep deeeeep deeeeeeeeep down the girl is trust issue central when it comes to letting people in. she can’t help it. she has abandonment issues thanks to her parents. therefore, she might come off as standoff-ish to new people. she keeps her circle tight. so maybe they think she’s cliquey? or she could have pushed people away. she’s like that one rihanna meme, them: you can’t just cut people off. ronnie: *holds a pair of scissors* she doesn’t have problem with letting people go. so maybe people think she’s a bitch because, “how could you just drop our five year long friendship like that.” and she’d just shrug. but really, she’s hurting beyond repair and will go home crying while eating a thing of ben & jerry’s chunky monkey. and there’s always that possibility where a friendship just didn’t work out. maybe they just stopped having time for each other and now it’s just mad awk. whatever it is, an enemy would b beaut.

as for LOVERS. veronica is a fucking cynic. love ain’t real and life is cold. she’d rather just be alone and happy than in a relationship and suffering. she sees so many people around her settle for less. (her mother being a prime example of that.) especially when she’s giving advice for friends. she doesn’t think people should be so easily manipulated by the concept of love. she knows there’s a difference between wanting someone and wanting to be with someone. and in her eyes, most people only settle for the sake of companionship. it’d be a hard mission to win this girl over. but not impossible. she’s definitely been on a few dates and had a couple of relationships. though most ended quickly due to the realization she only fell for their smooth talking and nothing more. 100% dabbles in the quick hook ups for the sake of fulfilling those needs. though, if the right person were to come along… she’d be loyal to them, completely devoted to just them.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

sooooo, my lazy ass actually found the power to make a RELATIONSHIPS PAGE. peep it, tell me what you think. if you can’t find something your muse fits, throw whatever ideas you have right at me! i’m so down for whatever.

MISCELLANEOUS

in a nutshell, she’s an angel with a halo unbalanced with horns, not a devil but not a saint either?? kind yet has a backbone. softer than what she seems like. humorous and witty though understanding. mistrusting but willing to let loyalty speak. veronica is a hot mess dealing with personal issues by lashing out on those around her. she’s loyal, but manipulative. opinionated, but easily offended. intelligent, but sometimes argumentative. she’s a bit of a feminist. trusts no bitch. but if you’re her friend, she’s chill as fuck. though, she’s a bit hesitant when it comes to making new friends. since she’s likes being a lame outcast. but really — she just doesn’t know how to process her good thoughts into words. she’s a barista and a tortured artist. she’s independent, hardworking, and determined. muse inspo for her: kat stratford (10 things i hate about you), samantha borgens (stuck in love), michelle (spider-man homecoming), and a hint of blair waldorf (gossip girl). anyways, give her girl scout cookies and she’ll love you til the end of time.

congratulations ! you made it to end ! if you read all of this… i love you. i only ever write so much bc… it gets me in character lmao. also, i wrote all of this the second i woke up. so don’t mind the grammar mistakes and what not. HENNYWAYS… i would really love to plot with everyone. so just slide into my DMs and we can get things started!! luv u *blows a kiss*

#cap.intro #╰ ✧･ﾟ* LIPSTICK IN MY VALENTINO WHITE BAG ! –– ooc

[flakandforay]

The Magic Shop Theory

warnings: spoiler alert for those who want to read the book, mentions of death, possibility of getting triggered

disclaimer: this is just my opinion, feel free to disagree. 

overall: this is the book that has been featured called, “Into the Magic Shop by James R. Doty MD’. if you can afford to buy the book, please do, it is worth every page. 

this book has given me so much to learn - it’s a book to heal yourself, a book that tells the story of a neurosurgeon and his plight during his youth, his struggles in college and middle age and yet how he opens his heart, and heals himself and even others, promoting that ‘kindness is his religion’.

let’s start~

theory: i just want to start with how this cover of the book appeared on the 2017 kbs gayo daechukje when bangtan emerged out and started off with spring day as seen here , with those words appearing behind them. 

not to mention how bangtan’s new logo looks a bit similar with the cover of the book as well.

and as well all know, bangtan has a way with dropping hints during their stages at big events eg. MAMA and the year end shows that are broadcasted on national television and hence of course they are related.

I, myself, took the liberty to read this book and what a choice it was to actually read it. certain themes popped out repeatedly and honestly very coincidental with whatever bangtan has been promoting - through their albums and through their UNICEF Love Yourself campaign. it’s no small feat to find a book that conveys the exact same message. 

“I love myself. I love others. I open my heart. My heart is open.” -pg 130

opening up and giving compassion to others is magic itself - magic that should be passed down to others. this is the key message from the book. 

“Giving love is always possible.” “We are at the beginning of an age of compassion” - pg 355

“His Holiness the Dalai Lama says “Love and compassion are necessities; without them humanity cannot survive.” -pg 356

yet throughout the book, i came across several similarities. mainly the main character - Jim who comes from a broken family. the father is an alcoholic, the mother is depressed and has attempted suicide numerous times, an older brother who often hides away and towards the end, it has been revealed that there actually was a sister as well though not much focus was on her.

the book talks about struggles of Jim, who many can relate. The book depicts Jim when he was around 12 and how he progressed in life. everything changed when he entered the magic shop one summer and met Ruth who ytaught him the magic he needed etc as I have mentioned before.

however towards the middle of the book, there has been some references that could be applicable to the HYYH series. they begin talking about ‘near-death experience’ or ‘experience of imminent death’ = when someone sees being out of one’s body, floating, a flashback of one’s life, having a feeling of warmth and unconditional love, and often traveling on a river or being in a tunnel while being drawn in a light.

“These similar experiences often include descriptions of being out of one’s body, floating, a flashback of one’s life, having a feeling of being with deceased loved ones or hearing their voices, a feeling of warmth and unconditional love, and often traveling on a river or being in a tunnel while being drawn toward a light.” -pg 265

“seeing their body from a distance, a sensation of floating, seeing loved ones, and traveling toward a white light.” -pg 266

“”saw” their lives pass before them as they fell to what they thought would be their deaths.”-pg 265

many have speculated that the Prologue was all flashback of seokjin, and possibly in Run too. how about i provide a new perspective? what if these instances were all near-death experiences of Seokjin instead? his life flashes before him before his ‘intended doom’ ( but obviously survives afterwards ).

the tunnel in Run would be justified as well as the river seen in Prologue etc, the feeling of unconditional love and warmth - to which Seokjin experiences when he’s with the rest of bangtan. these instances were Seokjin’s near death experiences.

but it is to note that the possibility of all the members dying is real because the ‘near-death experience” mentions that one experiences it when he has a ‘feeling of being with deceased loved ones or hearing their voices”. so technically, 2 theories could arise from this and they're both possible. 

however, as throughout the whole series, Seokjin is the one who hasn’t had a death scene, though it is possible as the one in their Prologue towards the end that he may be sinking in the car with the polaroid that he is taking his own life, but the rest of the series points otherwise. ( idk why but that scene has been cut out of the original Prologue video that is on the bighit channel as the end only showed the credits and nothing else, but the original one is what i have linked there )

the theory of Seokjin possibly grieving is still alive, how the series were all of Seokjin’s memories of the boys and how one by one with the exception of a few begin to take their own lives. but i would like to offer a new side as such, that aside from him grieving, these incidents reflect Seokjin’s near death experience as such. but he survives as such that in the Japanese version of blood, sweat and tears, Seokjin pulls up at the gas station, the same one that Namjoon works at and is in i need u, and Namjoon himself was shocked and said ‘jin hyung’ to which Seokjin replied ‘its been a long time’.

To which in the HYYH: E version notes of Seokjin.

11 April YEAR 22 

“I left and passed several intersections, made several left and right turns. In the distance, I could see the lights of the gas station where Namjoon works.”

now ill tie this in with the HYYH notes ( both from the album versions - L, O, V, E - but as well as the one that was posted on bighit and that i have translated here ). most of the notes gives insight to bangtan’s individual lives, possibly before they met, in between or even after as seen by the years stated on top of each one.

most of them mention about high school - frequently Yoongi, Jungkook, namjoon but other members simply mention school such as Seokjin, Hoseok and Jimin, as seen here. on top of that, the notes even specify that apart from Taehyung who has an alcoholic father, so does Yoongi. 

now this is the tricky part, in the ‘Magic Shop book’ though it stated more that Jim had a brother than a sister ( so im putting it less likely that Taehyung have similar characteristics with the main character ) but im thinking that Yoongi and the main character, Jim have more similarities.

it has been revealed that Jim had a mother who had depression and often attempted suicide, and an alcoholic father, things that tie more closely to Yoongi than with taehyung. in the HYYH notes, Yoongi mentions a funeral ( im speculating it to be his mother whom he learnt piano from ), and a father who didn’t seem to get over the grief hence explaining his alcoholic behavior. as such im pinpointing it more to Yoongi than with Taehyung since throughout the whole series, there was no mention of Taehyung’s mother at all etc. but there is still a chance that this could be Taehyung since the main character Jim apparently had a sister as well which was revealed towards the end.

but apart from the relations with HYYH the notes, the key messages of loving yourself and loving others is very evident in this book - it teaches people to open their hearts etc and accept themselves yet to accept others - a clear link with the Love Yourself series and their ongoing UNICEF campaign.

it is possible that bangtan could move forward with their comeback to produce an album that advocates loving others with compassion ( possibly the 3rd or 4th album in the series - 轉 or 結  ) or to actually go back to the main problem of actually accepting themselves ( or have a prequel, hence having the 1st album, 起, in the series ) before they eventually love themselves ( Love Yourself Her ) since they are continuing with the series, basing it on the love yourself highlight reel, ‘起承轉結'.

this hint, to me, is very diverse and flexible - in a way that bangtan could choose to continue with the story that they have laid out, give the ending ( epilogue ) or have the prologue to come out.

I really look forward on how bangtan would incorporate this magic shop book in their next album just like how they did with Demian by Herman Hesse in the Wings era, what kind of motif will they lay out this time?

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