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portsandstars · 2 months

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Very spur of the moment predictions before RSS might drop more of these graphs :3

Thought process below!

Kuras: ok, I feel like kuras is the biggest heavy hitter stat wise. Given that he's literally an angel, my guess is that he is very very strong. He also is hundreds of years old and is experienced with healing and .. politics? Certainly knowledge about Eridia. That means that he gets high wisdom too. Moderate useless facts because I'm sure that he's picked up plenty of info during his years in the mortal realm, but he also doesn't care about a lot of things so it can't be higher. Self loathing to the max bc he either hates what he did to get him trapped on Earth, or hates that he got caught. Obviously things didn't go according to plan for him, so luck is moderate.

Vere: he's a bit harder bc he's chained, so that limits him. I debated putting his strength at a three, as he's pretty limited, but he's also a very impressive killer - possibly more so than a regular "human" killer- or else the Senobium wouldn't find him as useful. He's afraid of Kuras's true form, and so to me that says he's weaker. Despite all of his teasing and jokes, he knows a lot of things and has a good read on the world, so his wisdom should be pretty high imo. Useless facts are moderate because he has very narrow things that he enjoys learning about (sex, music, tea..). He loves himself but I also think bitterly rues the day that he was caught, so moderate self loathing. He strikes me as fairly lucky inherently- he just pushes things further and further because of his personality, which overwhelms his natural luck.

Ais: TBH I feel like vere and Ais are comparable strength, and Ais and Leander are comparable strength, so .. they all end up at 4?^^; as they're all weaker than Kuras but stronger than Mhin. For luck- it's honestly a gamble about whether Ais made a huge mistake and doomed his gang (unlucky) OR - Sacrificed them somehow, landed a deal with a God, and now has a lot of cult followers(more lucky). Wisdom- pretty low. Ais seems to have some intuition but seems more focused on fighting first and asking questions later. Self loathing is low-i feel like he's accepted himself and the choices he's made, though in the past he may have deeply regretted them. Facts- he finds it endearing when others tell him about facts, but doesn't care about them himself and even when others tell him, he enjoys how animated they get, rather than the actual facts.

Leander: without his magic, I'd place his strength at a three. But given that his magic allows him to withstand MC's curse (and make flowers !!woot) it brings his strength up to a four^^. I feel like he is SO LUCKY because 1) he was born into wealth and power, and got a good education 2) due to his scars and rebirth icons, may have survived death, which is prettty lucky if you ask me. Wisdom- he has a good sense of how people think and act, but not that much wisdom past that. Self loathing- I think Leander thinks he's hot shit LOL Useless facts - Leander strikes me as the type of person who's always remembering details other people tell him (and seeking out more info) so that he can form connections, get to know people and get more power. He's also formally educated and probably had rich people tutoring growing up. So, useless facts is pretty high!

#touchstarved #touchstarved game #Leander #ais #kuras #vere #red springs studio #red spring studios #I'll be curious about if all the variables stay the same when/if the other characters get posted!!#some of these are based on very little info #especially luck tbh haha #I'd expect ais next if more are to come:3 #mine #touchstarved theory #pls give me ur thoughts #I'm not firmly adhered to any of these metrics so I could be swayed!!

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fluffbruary · 4 months

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Fluffbruary 2024 approaches!

Your mods are busy building the prompt list with words and images for our next fluffstravaganza ... and we wondered if you might want to help :D

If you've got a prompt or three to suggest —words or images— drop them in an ask and send them our way. We'll enter them into our sheet, remove any duplicates, randomize the list, and use the first 87 words/13 images for our prompts. We're looking for contributions until Dec 30, so we've got a couple days to sort the list and build the post so it's ready to go in early January to give us all time to prepare for Fluffbruary.

And this Fluffbruary will be EXTRA fluffy — it's a leap year, so we get a BONUS DAY OF FLUFF! All the woot!

Don't forget we've got one more 'extended edition' prompt to go: the January 14th prompts are miracle | vintage | cat, and this stunning image of the moon -

#prep work #fluffbruary 2024 #leap year #BONUS FLUFF #wanna help?

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arrowofcarnations · 9 months

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Happy O’Knutzy Week, everybody!!! WOOT WOOT

All credit to @lumosinlove for the wonderful characters we’re celebrating this week, and huge thanks to @oknutzyweek2023 (@awanderingdeal) for organizing the fest!

And a special lil’ thank-you to @fruitcoops for thinking up the greatest possible name for Finn’s owl, which I shamelessly stole for this. xoxo

Day 1: Proposal (A1)

Finn saw a lot of things on his evening rounds as Head Boy: shortcuts and secret passages (handy), countless portraits (befriended), teachers in dressing gowns (unsettling), and no shortage of classmates fooling around in the dark (mostly overlooked, unless you happened to be an asshole). It hadn’t even been two months since the start of his seventh and final year at Hogwarts, but three nights a week of the same hour-long trek plus all the time he spent doing this as a prefect meant that this was already old hat. Even a rogue suit of armor or quarreling pair of ghosts couldn’t cure Finn of his boredom some nights, the library’s restricted section serving as his only salvation.

Tonight, though, Finn was grateful for boring. It meant he could try and wrap his mind around everything that had happened this week.

The announcement of the Triwizard Tournament. Dozens of witches and wizards from two foreign schools walking through the doors of the Great Hall with their chaperones. First the Ilvermorny group in their blue-and-red robes fastened with gleaming gold knots, then the group from Beauxbatons swathed in pale-blue silk. The songs, the speeches, the furtive giggles of his classmates as cute newcomers caught their eye.

And then the goblet. The rules and warnings. Dropping a scrap of parchment into its blue flames while his friends cheered him on, and doing the same for them. Giving Thomas a playful shove and saying “It’s gonna be you, Talkie, bet my fucking broom on it.”

He hoped Talkie wouldn’t take him up on that.

Hearing McGonagall announce Finn O’Hara as Hogwarts’ champion was surreal. He’d barely registered the applause, the joyful shouts from his friends, the back pats and hair ruffles from his fellow Gryffindors. He was happy, sure, but mostly he was…surprised? Confused? He didn’t know. It’d just happened so fast, and it was still happening fast—the first task would take place in one week. In one week, he’d be standing in the middle of the pitch, but not to play quidditch. He’d be doing—well, Merlin knows what, but he’d definitely be playing to win, putting his skills to the test against the other two champions.

Leo Knut and Logan Tremblay. His competition. June had heard from Percy who’d heard from some Beauxbatons bloke called Saint that there were some ruffled feathers over in the Ilvermorny camp about Knut being picked, as he was still sixteen. He’d looked just as shocked as Finn had felt when his name was called, mouth falling open and blue eyes going wide. Finn didn’t know anything about Tremblay yet; he’d also looked surprised for a second before ducking his head to adjust his hat. When he’d looked back up, a small smile had softened his expression, and Saint and a tall brunette boy on his other side were jostling him and talking in a fast flurry of French.

Tremblay looked strong. Finn supposed that was one thing he knew about him. Knut did, too—but Finn was an athlete, he could keep up with them. Besides, it wasn’t all about brute strength. If chapter seventeen of Hogwarts: A History was anything to go by, the tournament would test their mettle in loads of ways.

Finn rounded a corner and found himself in the easternmost wing of the castle, close to where temporary dorms had been conjured for the visiting students to stay in through the spring. He was about to find a comfy ledge and dive back into that chapter when he saw a flash of something in the moonlight.

“Really?” Finn muttered, tailing whoever or whatever it was with long, quiet strides. He wasn’t in the mood to tell off a fourth year on a dare or a sixth year meeting up with their girlfriend.

What he didn’t expect when he ducked around another corner and illuminated the hallway with a nonverbal lumos maxima was to come face to face with—

“Tremblay,” he blurted out.

Dressed down as he was in loose pajamas, he looked much more approachable than he had at the welcome ceremony. His eyes were wide as he whipped around to look back at Finn, looking startled and caught-out; but then his green eyes narrowed as he recognized him, sizing him up with crossed arms and a defiant tilt to his chin.

“O’Hara,” he replied. It wasn’t exactly friendly, but Finn liked the way his name sounded in his mouth anyway, how his accent curled around the H and made it sound brand new.

And Merlin, those eyes were green. He’d have to learn to ignore that.

“Merde, point that somewhere else. Unless you’re trying to blind your competition.”

“What? Oh, fuck. Sorry.” Finn lowered his arm so the light scattered across the floor. Then he realized he was apologizing to someone breaking the rules, so he added, “Don’t need to blind you. Could just let McGonagall know you snuck out and let her chuck you out of the tournament by your ears.”

Tremblay scowled handsomely, which Finn hadn’t been sure was possible before this moment, and took a step toward him. “You’re out, too.”

Finn walked forward, too, matching him step for step. “I’m on rounds, Frenchie.”

Neither stopped walking until they were in each other’s space, sizing each other up. Finn didn’t know when Tremblay had gotten hold of his wand, but they were both drawn, now, Finn’s still illuminating the hallway.

Somehow, Tremblay still managed to be intimidating while wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants and having to look up at Finn. “You don’t—”

“Oh, fuck.”

Both of them jumped, Tremblay wheeling around and Finn gaping over his shoulder at the sudden intrusion. Standing at the end of the hall, also in pajamas, was the third Triwizard champion.

The absurdity of the situation startled a laugh out of Finn. Tremblay looked over at him, then back at the new arrival.

“Knut,” Finn said, gesturing with his free hand as if to welcome him to the corridor. “Join us. We’re either about to have a duel or sneak down to the kitchens for a cuppa. Haven’t decided yet.”

Knut did in fact join them, but didn’t draw his wand, walking with an easy sort of confidence that gave him the air of someone older than he was. “I vote tea,” he said with a sigh. Up close, Finn noticed his eyes were just as striking as Tremblay’s, but instead of a sea of green, he was drowning in an ocean of blueblueblue. “It’s too late—early?—to knock y’all on your asses.”

Tremblay snorted. “Je vais vous assommer tous les deux avant que vous ne puissiez cligner des yeux.”

Knut just smirked. “Essayez-moi, shortcake.”

Tremblay aimed his wand and Finn put his hands on each of their chests, holding them apart. “Oh-kay, let’s cool the hell off, shall we? Did you two forget you’re breaking curfew?”

Tremblay backed off as Knut cocked an eyebrow at Finn. Finn put out the extra light from his wand and tapped the Head Boy badge on his lapel with the end of it.

“Damn,” Leo said quietly, leaning back against the stone wall behind him. He sighed again; Finn suddenly noticed the dark circles under his eyes.

“What are you doing creeping around the castle, anyway?” Finn asked, though not unkindly.

Knut gave him a tired smile. “Couldn’t sleep.” He looked at Tremblay, who was still eyeing them like they might bite. “You?”

Tremblay hesitated for a second, then nodded, casting his eyes downward. “Same. It’s—not home.”

Finn let that hang in the air for a second as he thought about what to do next. Walk them down to McGonagall’s office was the “right” answer, but part of the whole Head Boy thing was using one’s best judgment, right? Which meant making exceptions. Still, they weren’t his classmates. Worse, they'd be spending most of the year scheming up ways to beat him at every task.

But now that Finn was really looking, Tremblay had shadows under his eyes, too. Guess that made three of them.

“Right, look,” Finn said, pocketing his wand to signal that he wasn’t itching for a fight. He extended a hand to Knut. “Finn O’Hara, from Galway, ‘ve got an annoying older brother and an owl called Archimedes.”

The smile Finn got this time was a little brighter as Knut shook his hand. “Leo Knut, spelled like the coin but sounds like the lizard. I’m from Louisiana—New Orleans. I have a lot of pets back home, but I could only bring one, so my frog Kermit is here.”

They both turned to look at Tremblay; Knut’s—Leo’s—grin turned wry and Finn waggled his eyebrows until he rolled his eyes, smiled, and shook each of their hands. “Logan Tremblay, from Nice. I have three older sisters, and my cat Simone probably took my spot in the bed while I’ve been out.”

They all looked at each other for a moment, the last of the tension bleeding out of the air around them. Finn had made exceptions before, and his heart told him to make one tonight.

“I know we’re meant to be enemies or something, but it would be pretty shit if you got banned from the tournament before I could meet Kermit and Simone,” he said. “So, boys: a proposal. No reporting each other to teachers, no sabotage, no fights. Yeah?”

“A truce,” Leo said, sounding a little surprised. “Kind of you. I’m not going easy on either of you in the tournament, though. I’m here to win.”

“Leo Knut-like-the-lizard-not-the-coin, I’d be insulted if you did.”

Finn was starting to like Leo’s laugh.

Logan only hesitated for another second before nodding. “We’re all here to win,” he agreed. “But...ouais. Fine. Truce.”

Finn clapped him on the back just to made him scowl again. “Love the enthusiasm, Tremblay. Now—kitchens?”

Leo nodded eagerly. “Kitchens.”

“Tea?”

Logan eyed him. “Do they have mint?”

“Oo-way, Frenchie, whatever you want.”

“Shut the fuck up. Allez, let’s go.”

#o'knutzyweek 2023 #my fic #o'knutzy

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boysplanetrecaps · 3 months

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Build Up Episode 0: Getting to Know the Boys Part 4: Team Unique

Hey, friends! This is the fourth and final post in my “episode zero” series of my MNET’s Build Up recaps. I’m giving you some basic background info on each of the boys, including where you may have seen them before, the group they’re in normally if applicable, and my opinion/analysis of their teaser performance. In the previous post, I covered Team Power. This will wrap things up with Team Unique. Woot!

Kang Hayoon

Hayoon is 20, and before this, he went on LOUD and Kookmin Singer. He may have met Jung Soomin (the kid from Chicago) on the show Loud, and he may have met Kwon Euibin on Kookmin Singer.

He was V07, and his teaser song is One and Only by Adele. He has a genuinely unique singing style that doesn’t at all match the way he dresses and looks. It’s a very specific vocal color that might not appeal to everyone -- deliberately somewhat nasal, but in a controlled way. It sounds retro-modern, the way that a lot of Western artists sing these days. He’s obviously a genuine talent, but I can almost feel his throat closing up as he sings. He needs a bit of training to really use that amazing instrument he has. I hope he gets it, and that it doesn’t destroy his natural color.

Jeon Woong

Hair-stylist Unnies, what the fuck? Seriously.

Much better, thank you.

Woong is 26 years old, and was V11, performing Bad by Christopher. He sings the song almost exactly the way the original performer does, even down to the little purposeful vocal kicks. I would have liked to hear a bit more of his interpretation of the song instead of karaoke version. He uses falsetto to hit some of the high notes, but that’s ok, they’re very high notes and he sounds good. I like his singing in an instinctive way, but I’m not sure how well trained he is.

Woong is in AB6IX, a four member group (used to be five) from Brandnew music. Like CIX, this is post-Wanna One group; Daehwi, a former member of Wanna One, is the center and face of AB6IX. Woong, meanwhile, is the main vocal. AB6IX started off doing pretty well, but one of their members, Youngmin, had a DUI arrest and had to leave the group in disgrace. It hurt the group pretty badly, and they haven’t really bounced back. Hopefully, going on this show will draw some good attention to the group, who I’ve always liked but thus far haven’t stanned. The song of theirs that I like best (of the ones I’ve heard -- there are lot of kpop songs, you guys, I don’t always keep up) is Close.

And if you want to hear more of Woong’s voice, here’s his solo song, Moondance.

Sunyoul

Sunyoul is 27 and a member of Up10tion.

He has been on a few shows before this, including two reality shows devoted to trot, a uniquely Korean style of music, and a stint on King of Mask Singer in 2016 where he managed to convince everyone that he was a female trot singer. People were pretty surprised when they found out who he was! Seriously, check out his performance -- I don’t think I’d guess in a million years that this was a man.

For his teaser performance, he was V04, and did a song called Twenty Five Twenty One. He had some shaky moments, but showed his strong lower register and some serious vocal agility, moving from low to high notes almost effortlessly. I think he’s one to watch.

Let me talk briefly about Up10tion. They debuted as a 10 member group in 2015, and didn’t really catch the world on fire. Several members went on ProduceX101 and two members did well enough that they basically started solo careers afterward instead of really bringing the fame home to the group. (I’m not criticizing them -- that was mismanagement on the agency’s part, not their fault.) Three members have left the group, and two members went on Boys Planet (Hwanhee and Xiao). Several members have left the agency, including Hwanhee and Sunyoul, and the future of Up10tion is really dubious at this point.

Meanwhile, I’ve liked a few songs of Up10tion over the years, so it’s a bummer that they never really worked out. I think the first song of theirs that I liked was Blue Rose. Also, What if Love is great, especially the chorus, even if it sounds like they’re saying “ready for love” instead of “what if love”. In my opinion, a lot of Up10tion songs have weird intros and kind of mid verses and then awesome choruses held down by Hwanhee’s marquee vocals and Sunyoul’s sweet higher register. So if you listen to the first 30 seconds and you’re like “meh?” give the whole song a listen. Also, their song Spin Off was one of the best songs of 2021 and lives forever on my playlists. It’s one of those full-on kpop songs that isn’t really any genre, just sort of pop that makes you feel happy.

Wumuti

Wumuti is 24 and is from China, though he’s actually an ethnic Uyghur, a Turkic ethnic group that is an officially recognized ethnic minority in China. If you read my Boys Planet recaps, you know that I have a soft spot for him. He just wants this so bad. Plus, and I don’t want to bum you out too much, but the Uyghurs are facing some pretty serious problems, including forced sterilization and labor camps and it’s really really bad. So I can’t help but always cheer for Wumuti, you know?

He also seems like a really sweet, genuine, and hard working person. He seems pretty fluent in Korean and has been on all the Korean reality shows: Road to Star, The Dance & The Voice, Super Idol, Under Nineteen and Boys Planet. So this makes the third survival show in a row that Wumuti and Jay will be on together! (The other two were Under 19 and Boys Planet.)

Here’s one of my favorite Wumuti performances, gross lollipop aside. (He’s the one in the white hat.) Oh, now I miss Boys Planet!

Then there’s his cover of Antifragile, which he released shortly after getting kicked off Boys Planet.

Ok, as for his teaser song, he was V12, performing Seven by Jungkook. He sounds fine, though I wouldn’t say at all his voice belongs in Unique. I think I’d call it Allround -- I couldn’t promise that I’d know his voice just from hearing it the way I would with, say, Hwanhee or Jay. Also, the rapping is a little cringe, but TBH it’s cringe even in the original version of the song.

I think he was hoping to get people’s attention by singing a super popular song in English. His end game isn’t to make the top 4 of this show -- he wants to launch a solo career. I mean, that’s what I assume, anyway. I’m not sure if that will work out for him, but I hope it does.

Lee Gwangseok, aka, Lee Kwangseok

Gwangseok is kind of a question mark overall -- I know nothing about him, not even his age. We actually learn on the first episode that he has no training at all and works as a model (!). So he has never been on any other show and he’s definitely not in an existing group.

He’s V19 in the teaser song, showing off a unique, smokey, extremely thick kind of voice. I enjoy his performance, even though he’s singing a ballad, so that says a lot, though I know that some people may not personally like this distinctive style. I wouldn’t necessarily have guessed that he has no training. Maybe he just has good instincts, or maybe he had some light vocal training, like in high school chorus or something like that, because he can hit some fairly high notes in his chest voice. And some singers are charming without training -- Joni Mitchell comes to mind as someone like that. They sing the way they sing, and people can like it or not.

I’ll be really interested in see more of Gwangseok. I don’t know if he’s right for a vocal group based on harmonies, because his voice is so distinctive. However, he’s apparently quite handsome* and that combined with genuine vocal talent and his sort of self-effacing charm could give him a decent solo career.

*Those of you who regularly read my recaps know that I have no idea who is and who isn’t “handsome” or “pretty” in the kpop world. I often pick out the member who everyone thinks is the “ugly one” in a group and choose them as the one who’s best looking! So I have no idea. But the other guys on the show react in such a way as to indicate that he’s really handsome, and he works as a model, so I guess he’s handsome.

Hong Sungwon

He’s a musical actor, and that’s about all I know.

He was V21, doing Desperado by the Eagles. He sings it with a slight country twang, which is wild for a non-native speaker. (I assume he’s a non-native speaker? Maybe I’m wrong.) He has a rich, warm tone and impeccable pitch. I don’t love all his weird rhythmic choices in the song, but he’s trying to show that he’s fully singing live. It’s hard to critique a voice like this -- it’s just really good without necessarily really being all that unique. I like it a lot, don’t get me wrong. It’ll be nice to hear him sing more on this show.

Neon

He’s listed as a solo singer, but I can’t figure out much more about him. There’s another Korean singer in this world named Neon Bunny (check out her song It’s You, one of my all-time favorites -- she’s not a kpop singer, she’s an indie artist and the song is amazing) and another Kpop performer named Neon who is a band called About U, so it’s hard to find out info about this particular guy with the same/similar name. I do know that he’s 28 years old -- that’s about it!

He was V33, doing Rush Hour by Crush. He has clean, nice vocals -- not particular unique, despite his category. He’s just really nice to listen to. Good pitch, good breath control, good power, all the good stuff. In fact, I think I would have put him in the Power category. You can see him in his silhouette performance standing quite a distance from the microphone, still singing loud enough to be heard clearly. I’m looking forward to hearing more from him.

Kim Seohyung

Soehyung is a musical actor and has a similar singing style to Kim Seongjeong and Choi Haram. So it’s just not going to appeal to me, as much as I can respect his skill. His teaser song was V18, Me After You by Paul Kim. He did falter a little on one of the high notes, but I mean, it was just 90 seconds of singing one song, and mistakes happen. I think he belongs in the Power category, not the Unique category, but that’s just me.

A fan of his made this “Kim Seohyung cut” of episode 1 -- all 90 seconds that we got to see of him in episode one. MNET really doesn’t care much about Seohyung!

Lee Hwanhee

Hwanhee is from Up10tion, but you might recall him from Boys Planet as the guy who ended up on General Gunwook’s team for Kill this Love. (Performance) You might also remember that he had to withdraw from the show midway due to his health issues.

He is V38, performing Tomboy by G-Idle. He did the song justice, I thought, putting enough snap and sass into it. There were some backup prerecorded vocals that make it tough to tell how much he’s singing live. But I’ve heard enough of his vocals to know that he’s capable of some excellent singing.

I never got the sense that many of my 3-4 readers liked Hwanhee much, but I think he’s a really good vocalist. I like his distinctive, Baekhyun-esque vocal color, which adds nicely to Up10tion songs. However, he might be a tad outclassed by some of the other guys on this show, who have more training than he does. I think sometimes he wears out his voice and kind of runs out of steam while he sings.

I think I would have put him in the Power category, but maybe I don’t really understand what the categories are about.

Kwon Euibin

I can’t get over this official picture. Imagine being like, “Yes, this represents me. This is my brand. I’m going for that, like, pissed off substitute teacher vibe.” I mean. IDK.

He really likes beige sweaters over white shirts, I guess.

Ok, so Euibin is only 25 years old, and my scouting tells me he’s a trainee going for the idol life. He went on two other shows: The Idol Band: Boy's Battle and Kookmin Singer. On the latter show, he may have met Kang Hayoon, the one who sang the Adele song for his intro clip.

He was V35, another fecking ballad, but his voice was unexpectedly sweet and pretty compared to his serious countenance. He strained a little on some of the higher notes and the whole thing felt a little uneven, occasionally kind of shouty. It’s nice to listen to despite all that. I’m not quite sure what to make of him so far, so I’ll reserve judgment for now. But again, not sure he’s “unique.”

Taewoo

Taewoo is 26 and my sleuthing tells me he’s a songwriter who appeared on a few other shows I haven’t heard of, Sing Again 2 and Vocal Play 2.

He’s V28, Thought of You by John Park. I really like his voice. It’s slightly gravely, in a good way -- it has character. Finally, a unique singer who is actually unique. It’s hard to say how trained he is based on this clip but I know I want to hear more of him!

And that’s it! Gang, we did it. We made it through all 40! Now, I’ll move on to the recap at last.

See you then and there!

#bpr recaps build up #build up mnet #mnet build up #up10tion #lee hwanhee #wumuti #kwon euibin #kim seohyung #neon #hong sungwon #lee kwangseok #lee gwangseok #sunyoul #woong #Ab6ix #kang hayoon

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atmymercy · 2 days

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anniversary book club post #1 - the how of pooh!

sit down! pull up a chair and feel free to express yourself here about the first chapter in the book! feel free to say or ask about anything you want here! no answer is right! no answer is wrong! we are all just here to discuss and broaden our minds and souls to new concepts and understandings! woot! let's start!

obviously i'll go first since i'm the crazy person in charge! sort of! lol i've never run one of these book clubs (or even been a part of one really, unless school counts! lol) before so please ignore my lack of decorum! lol

So first thing I took in this time while reading the first chapter was how the "Three Teachings" of China mirror the human experience! What I mean by that is that Confucius (K'ung Fu-tse) teaches us about the rules of this world and what is expected of us. Aka the teachings of others. So this could include our parents, our religious ceremonies we were raised in and other teachings from our ancestors. It's what other people have already figured out about this world and they're trying to bestow it upon us.

It's like our background work and the building block to our stability! A place to jump from. I would describe these years as child to young adult. A lot of learning and taking in of information. Which can of course be a sour time because being a student isn't easy! lol

The Buddha teachings to me represent the young adult to mid/older adult range in my mind. You take what you learned from others in your time and teachings of Confucius to try and navigate the landscape of Earth to do the best that you can! But of course, because you are on your own for the first time, it feels like "the world was seen as a setter of traps, a generator of illusions, a revolving wheel of pain for all creatures" (hoff, 1982).

The world can seem like such a hard and scary place when you are learning to actively use the teaching of Confucius (and others in your life who raised you) in your day-to-day life. Especially if the people before you never experienced what you are experiencing (because the human experience is also always changing and evolving!) and make it taste bitter because you are sometimes learning on your own or in the dark!

And finally the teachings of Taoism, represent when you are able to see through the illusions of earth with the help of people who taught you before (Confucius) and your own life experiences (Buddha) to find harmony in your human experience. It's about finding your own natural law so that you can be "in essence a reflection of heaven, run by the same laws - not by the laws of men" (Hoff, 1982).

So the teachings of Taoism represent an older adult or elder who has gone through all these "Three Teachings" of China and has found the Tao or, "the Way". I would almost call this "the Journey of the Elder" because you do not become wise without first learning and revering the way of our ancestors (once again, this is Confucius teachings) and then experiencing first-hand the world (the teachings of Buddha) to lastly find Tao ("the Way"). Where you learn to smile through your journey!

Aka you will probably be all three teachings in your lifetime! woot! lol

Such amazing stuff here! I hope I described it okay! It's pretty much the journey of the human! First you learn, then you experience, then you know the way. Ugh! It's so beautiful, complex and simple all at the same time!

I can't wait to hear all your thoughts on this too! What things did you guys pick up? What stood out to you? I tried to add in any lines that really spoke to me or seemed beautiful! Like I loved the mention of "happy serenity is the most noticeable characteristic of the Taoist personality" and it's like no wonder he picked Winnie the Pooh then because happy serenity is so pooh bear! Omg! lol

#tea book club #bookblr #books

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just-some-friendly-fun · 5 months

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Thinking abt how old the Lin Kuei brothers are and it's driving me nuts while writing for them so I'm just gonna stick with what I know, with Kuai Liang being 32 and then moving off from there. I personally might just hc Bi-Han as 35 or 36, and Tomas as 29. Three years younger for Tomas, and three years older for Bi-Han. Woot woot

#GODDD PLEASEE SOMEONE SEND ME A CANONICAL AGE THING FOR THE MK1 CHARACTERS #I would also say that Bi-Han might also be in his late 30s too. I can kinda see him being 38 or 39 just a little bit.#mk1 2023

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anotherghoul666 · 1 year

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Femslash February

It's February 1st which means Femslash February is officially underway people!! Now, it has come to my attention that some people thought it was more of a theme than a legit challenge, but nope, it's a legit fanworks challenge that's celebrating its 10th anniversary this year!! Woot!

It's a pretty easy challenge to participate in and to win, so if it tickles any of yall's fancy, please jump in! Any fandom, any pair, any rating, any medium. You just gotta create two fan works featuring f/f (or f/f/f, or more, etc.) ships during the month! (while there can be m/m or m/f elements or mentions or side pairs etc, make sure the focus and main pairing of your work is f/f. The whole point of this thing it to generate more f/f content in the world because it's the least represented category of the three so let's stay on track with that.) (also yes of course trans characters are A-OK, trans women are women, that should go without saying. If who you want to write fits in the femslash / wlw category for you, it fucking fits, go for it!!) (OCs are also OK on the basis of "any new femslash content is welcomed", x Reader are also ok in the context of a female character x a female reader.)

The main tags this year seem to be #femslash february on here and the tag "Femslash February" on ao3.

You'll see me focus on the ghoulettes this month for the challenge, and a few other creators in the Ghost fandom have plans to do it too! Thanks @mibo-nin and @miasmaghoul and having agreed to tag along with me, I know @joeynihil 's got some ghoulette content cooking, I think @streamghoul mentionned doing it too? Anyone else that wants to be involved is free to jump in, make it known! Femflash February is a tiny challenge not a lot of people know about unfortunately and I wanna change that :D

#ghost #the band ghost #ghost bc #the band ghost fanart #the band ghost fanfic #ghost fanfiction #nameless ghoulettes #nameless ghoulette #cirrus ghoulette #cumulus ghoulette #sunshine ghoulette #mist ghoulette

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Weekly Update for May 1st, 2023

Howdy, folks! We're officially in May!!! >:3

Mind Games: Trepidation

So, what has been going on with Chapter 7? Let's get into it!

We are currently sitting with Scenes 1-3 rough-drafted!!! WOOT!!! Scene 3 is uh... it's a rough one, I'll tell you that. We're sitting at a little over 8,000 words as well!

I've started going into Scene 1 and fleshing it out. I really like this section of the chapter, there's a lot of Sylvia and MC interaction and I of course am a rampant lover of writing it!! There's also a small RO scene in it :3

Outside of that, there's a few other things to tell! This is the LAST WEEK to get those Q&A questions in!!! My birthday is officially in a week, and boy oh boy the questions y'all have already sent in... I'm SUPER excited to answer them, hehe!!

Over on Patreon, I will be again doing three monthly bonuses, with the $3 tier also getting access to one! This is the last month this'll happen for for a while, so get in while you can! The poll to pick this month's bonuses is up until May 10th!!! And Ko-fi still has a Blake special only available on it. I appreciate any and all support, as Mind Games is a 100% free SERIES! And it's also my birthday month and it'd be super sick to get some stuff going on over on Patreon! The content I've released this year I'm super proud of, like, genuinely proud of. I feel like it's the best writing I've done in YEARS, including scenarios and in game.

And! There IS a goal set over on Ko-fi to get another free public scenario!

I really wanted to get more done this week, but I've been having a hard time mentally the last two weeks, so I'm hoping for better times this coming week. I'm definitely taking Monday night and Tuesday night off fully to play Sun Haven as @chellybean615 bought it and the DLCs for me as an early birthday present <3 (I had been steam sharing from them and that's how I got into it originally). Be safe, and happy May!

#weekly update #mind games #mind games: trepidation

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@hijacksecrets this is the first part of the fic, I hope you like it!

Part One- Vampire Things

Jack woke up in a small clearing in a forest, with zero memories. A tall, imposing man with white hair and red eyes was staring at him with a sad but gentle smile. “Jack Frost,” the man whispered. And then the man walked away into the night. That’s the last Jack had saw of him.

He saw his reflection the first time in a nearby pond, lit by the light of the moon. His hair was snow white, his eyes were an ethereal ice blue, and his skin was as pale as the dead body at the other side of the water.. hold on why is it enticing?

So. Jack may have blacked out for a minute. Or two. But he knows that he was on the other side of the pond, yet now he’s with the dead body that apparently has puncture wounds on the inside of it’s wrist. He wipes his mouth with his sleeve and sees the red. Blood? Is he bleeding?? He checks if he lost any teeth and nicks his thumb in the process.

He shouldn’t have teeth that sharp, he wasn’t a vampi-…. Oh. Oh shit.

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It’s been 300 years now. He’s only seen the albino vampire (which he now thinks knew what made him a vampire) in passing, and has never been able to reach the man. They never spoke, not once. Yes, Jack was salty about it, but it’s whatever. Everyone else in the supernatural community seem to avoid him, too, so he assumes he did something wrong before...

But that’s not important right now. Right now, he’s focused on remaking his list. After three hundred years, it makes sense for it to get lost or destroyed sometimes, leaving him to remake it once in a while. So, Jack is currently typing up his list in a cafe in some small town in Scotland- Berg? Beark? Oh well, he’ll probably remember it later.

Jack’s Vampy Features:

Pros: capable of flight, capable of turning into a bat, capable of eating human food (less of an appetite for it tho), curses have little affect, garlic does nothing, can enter places just fine, fast healing factor, temperature has no affect, can’t get drunk, cool elemental powers- mine is ice!, easy to travel the world, able to see the evolution of mankind, ...

Cons: spiky wood causes wounds to heal slower (human rate), allergic to “holy” things, need blood to not pass out/get sick, no memory of past life (is this just a me thing?), chased out if found out, hunters exist to kill us, monthly existential crisis, sun = death, mortal friends die before you do, things you treasure get destroyed due to time, places you loved are no longer there, living through wars, unable to keep lasti-

His laptop was forcibly shut, nearly crushing his fingers. He looked up at the tired barista, who looked quite exasperated.

“Sir, the cafe closed ten minutes ago. I already cleaned up, and would greatly appreciate it if you left. Immediately. Right now, even!” they paused, as if remembering this was a customer. “Please.”

Jack hastily stood up, putting his things away. “Of course! I didn’t even realize the time, my apologies- your service was excellent, and the meal was delicious, I hope you have a wonderful night, goodbye!”

As soon as Jack was out the door, he heard it lock. Which, ouch, but it makes sense considering he was there for far too long. It was incredibly dark, and there were hardly any people out.

perfect time to go hunting

No. No, he will not. No, instead, he’s going hom-

but you need to, it’s been too long

...Fine. He’ll have a small snack at a park, but that’s it. Nothing else.

....

“Nothing else,” he muttered, walking briskly towards the nearest and emptiest park. “Just a.. squirrel, or something- Nothing. Else.”

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(next part will have Hiccup’s POV and story, woot woot! I hope you enjoyed!!)

#rotg jack frost #he's a vampire now #hiccup is a vampire hunter #enemies to lovers #hijack #hiccup x jack #they are messes #but it's okay #jack has amnesia #he is not mentally okay #neither of them are #lmao #question: how do I get the font to be smaller?#please let me know #i am struggling

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Wicked Game | pt. 3 | Javier Peña X Reader

Summary: a special visitor comes to town and throws things awry.

Rating: as always, 18+! Minors will be blocked!

Warnings/tags: smut, masturbation, infidelity, no use of y/n

A/N: woot woot part 3!! Thank you so much to everyone who read the first two parts and gave them so much love, you all deserve the world!! This chapter is specially dedicated to @iamskyereads because she has been SO supportive and amazing of this story. Everyone go love on her, her works are amazing!!!

Part 1 Part 2

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“Hey baby.”

Your husband’s voice rang through your ears, the first time hearing it in person in over four weeks. It was just as soft and unemotional as you remembered; honestly you were shocked that he’d actually followed through with coming to visit. A part of you wondered if it were perhaps at the pressure of his father, who had always held a soft spot for you. It was most certainly not at the insistence of his mother, whom upon learning of your travel to Colombia declared you an ‘abandoner’ and said that you ‘ruined the life of her son’. Regardless, he was here, in your apartment, and it made your skin crawl.

He pulled you into a hug, which you returned with loose arms. “Hi honey,” your voice was muffled into his chest.

You pulled out of his arms awkwardly, and he left his hands on your shoulders. When he leaned down to kiss you, it took all you had not to wince and instead return it as if you were a normal, happy wife, happy to see her husband in her normal, happy marriage.

The kiss was quick and chaste, something you were thankful for, but you knew more likely than not he was going to expect sex later. Why wouldn’t he? That’s what married couples do, right?

“So? Tell me how things have been for you down here, I wanna see all your spots around town. My little journalist,” those three words were tacked on with a patronizing air, further punctuated by him grabbing your chin gently.

You gave him a dry laugh. “Oh well, uh… I don’t have many ‘spots’ here because you know… the drug war, and all that.”

His brows furrowed slightly. “Oh, right.”

The silence in the room didn’t just wash over you, it made you feel like you were drowning. You had to get out of this apartment.

“We could go see my office,” you rushed out.

Unaware of your pounding heart, he smiled at you. “Let’s do it.”

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“So that’s Elisa, she’s one of the receptionists and probably my favorite,” you explained quietly, leading your husband through the reception area. Technically, you didn’t have to come in today, but you had garnered a reputation for being a bit of a workaholic, known to potentially haunt the office at any hour regardless of shifts.

He hummed in response, nodding slowly.

“Over there are all the photography folks. A bit snobby if you ask me, but we need them.” You lowered your voice even more for that fact, knowing if the photo people heard you they would launch into their spiel about how photos are what really tells the story.

Once you rounded a corner to a long hallway with several doors and a litany of unflattering florescent lights, you paused at the first door.

“And this is my office,” you told, pulling out your keys.

In journalism, you knew you had to be quick on your feet. You had to be able to roll with whatever punches were thrown your way, change stories at the drop of a hat when new information was discovered. This was a skill you prided yourself on in your career.

But when you opened the door, the last thing you could’ve expected to see was one Javier Peña, leaning against your desk, fiddling with one of your pens.

It felt like all the blood drained out of your body, the forty year old carpet soaking it all up. You were sure your skin had gone ghostly pale and your fingers, still wrapped around your keys, felt like they were made of air. In the back of your mind, a voice called out to you, telling you to get it together, and you stumbled through the vines twisting around your brain for a response.

“What are you doing in my office?” You coolly asked, willing your heart to slow the hell down for the second time that day.

Javier was, somehow, extremely calm, the only hint of anything being wrong was a clench in his jaw. He pushed himself off the desk and picked up a manila envelope that had been placed next to him.

“Forgive me, ma’am. Didn’t mean to scare you. I just have some new files for you from our offices and I was told to deliver them.”

His eyes shifted between you and the man next to you, who seemed to have no emotion over this interaction outside of a confused tilt of his brow. “Elisa let me in to wait. They’re… confidential.”

You knew the story was a lie, of course it was. He was faster on his feet than you ever could be and played it off. You’d told Javier that your husband would be coming sometime that week, and that he couldn’t come to your apartment, so he took it upon himself to go to your office. Briefly, your mind flashed to an image of you bent over the front of the desk, fingers desperate gripping the edges, while Javi held you down and drilled himself into you relentlessly. No, you shook the image from your head. Absolutely not. Not while he was here.

“Oh. Alright.” You took a deep breath to steady yourself. “Well… thank you, sir. If that’s all, then you can head back.”

It made your chest ache to be so flat with Javi. He always made you feel so vibrant and alive, yet now you stood across from him, trying desperately to keep your eyes from searching his because you knew there would be too much emotion swirling in them for you to comprehend.

He moved towards the door, hand brushing against your lower back as he slipped past you. He stopped in the doorway for a moment.

“Let me know if you need anything else.” He gave you a tight-lipped, almost smile before turning to your husband. “Sir.” He nodded curtly before turning and making his way back to the front of the building.

As he walked away, you tried -and failed- not to focus on the way your skin burned from his touch.

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That night, when Javier arrived back to his apartment, he immediately stalked to the kitchen to make himself a drink. He felt like his brain was spinning and he needed it to stop as soon as possible.

How could he have been so reckless? He knew your husband was coming to visit. He knew you weren’t going to be alone for the next two days. Yet he couldn’t resist you; he felt like a hormone-wrecked teenager, getting into whatever stupid situation he could all for the sake of attention from a pretty girl. But it was more than that- you weren’t just some pretty girl, you were the most beautiful and complex woman he’d ever laid eyes on. You were irresistible to him and he almost risked blowing the whole thing because he had to see you.

He knew better than to get attached to people. It always ended up hurting someone, though usually it was him doing the hurting. Seeing you walk into the office with the lunk of a man you call a spouse made his heart- no, his entire chest- ache. Because even though you didn’t truly love that man any more, he was still the one you married. Not Javi.

The sharp ringing of a phone drew him from his pity party. He wasn’t sure who would be calling at this hour; Pops had gone to bed hours ago, and he knew Steve was busy playing house with Connie and the new baby. That only left one reasonable option.

“Periodista?”

“Javi,” you breathed out, voice crackling through the phone.

He felt his heart flip once more. “What are you doing? Shouldn’t you be with the old ball and chain?” The man mentally kicked himself as soon as he said it; he knew you didn’t need his bitterness right now.

Thankfully, he heard a scoffing laugh. “Said ball and chain is currently passed out in my bed, taking up the entire thing. I had get out of there, so I’m outside right now.”

Javier took the time you spent explaining to grab his drink and settle into the small loveseat that had come with the place. “Sounds fun,” he said after a sip.

“God, you don’t even know.” You kept your voice quiet. “Am I allowed to say that I miss you? Or is that off limits?”

He couldn’t help but smile at your timidness clothed in a joke. He knew it was wrong, but hearing that you weren’t happy your husband was there filled him with a sense of pride.

“That depends. How bad you miss me, baby?”

He knew you were rolling your eyes with a smile at that. “Very badly.”

Your tone was still small and his heart squeezed at it. He wanted nothing more than to pull you to his chest and stroke your hair until you fell asleep.

He sighed. “Yeah.. I miss you too. Even though it’s technically only been a few hours.”

You laughed at that. “The office doesn’t count. I was too busy picking my jaw up off the floor to miss you.”

“Sorry about that,” he answered with no conviction.

“No you’re not.”

He heard it in your voice. A switch had flipped, there was only one direction for this to go and it made something stir in his belly.

“No, I’m not.”

Thankfully he couldn’t see the way you shuddered at the low, raspy tone of his voice.

You hummed into the speaker for a moment. “You like almost getting caught. I bet you wish it had gone further.”

Images flooded his mind of you, bent over the desk, riding him in your swivel chair, pressed up against the door. He tried to keep them at bay but they were pushing through his already weak barriers.

“Don’t act like you don’t like it too, you’re just as dirty as me.” He attempted to realign and get the upper hand. “Maybe even worse. You’re a filthy little thing.”

You giggled. “Please. I bet you’re hard right now just at the thought.”

“And what if I was?”

There was a moment of silence. You were clearly hesitating, trying to decide if you wanted to cut this off or not.

“If you were… I would tell you to touch yourself for me.”

Javier truly felt like he was going to combust in that moment. Your whispered words sucked all the air out of his chest. He squeezed his cock through his jeans in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure that had been quickly mounting. Was he really going to do this over the phone?

“Touch yourself for me, Javi.”

His resolve snapped. He was most definitely going to do this over the phone.

“O-okay.” He stuttered out.

Shifting the phone so it was pressed between his ear and his shoulder, he lifted his hips up to pull the tight jeans down. His cock sprang free, already aching from your simple words. He gave himself a tug before focusing back on the phone.

“What are you thinking about?” You asked, tone low and sultry.

Javier’s eyes closed as he leaned his head back on the couch, hand beginning to slowly stroke.

“Thinking about how we could’ve fucked right there in your office.” He bit out. “I would’ve taken you right there on the desk.”

“God, that sounds nice. I would’ve loved that.”

His breathing was already picking up. “Yeah, I bet you would’ve. You would look so pretty for me, all spread out. Pretty little pussy begging me to fuck it.”

“Mmm-hmm. You love getting to wreck me, huh?” You asked with a teasing lilt. “Getting to show me who I belong to.”

That sent a whole new shock of pleasure up Javier’s spine. He was beating himself off faster, loud enough you could hear the slapping of skin through the phone speaker. There was just something about the possessive nature of your words that never failed to short circuit his brain. He knew you weren’t a possession, he didn’t own you. Your husband definitely didn’t. But he wanted to, in the sense that he could keep you safe from all the bad things in the world.

“Tell me- fuck- tell me who that pussy belongs to.”

He was already getting close, not bothering to edge himself tonight after being so tightly wound post-office encounter.

“Baby, please. Tell me. I need to hear you say it, I’m so fucking close.”

In a different light Javi would be embarrassed at how desperate he sounded. He was begging, through a phone, for you to tell him what he needed to hear. But there was no room for shame when he heard you practically purr your response through the speaker.

“It’s all for you baby. All of me.”

That was it- he came all over his hand and thighs, a loud, unabashed moan leaving his chest. He pumped his cock through the waves of pleasure, more cum spurting out of him than usual.

He hadn’t told you this, and likely never would, but in the almost two weeks you’d known each other he’d stopped seeing his girls from the brothel. It felt dirty to do so- ironically, like he was cheating. He knew you weren’t together and realistically, you probably didn’t care about his modes of relief, but just as he didn’t want to share you with anyone else, he didn’t want to share himself with anyone except you.

“Periodista, you’re going to be the death of me.” He said with a deep sigh.

Once again he heard you giggle. “Oh, stop. You love me,” you said playfully.

He knew it was a joke. You meant nothing by it.

But that didn’t stop him from squeezing his eyes shut and feeling his insides twist.

“Yeah, yeah.” He said after a moment. “Go back inside. Gotta get back to the mister.”

A sad sigh escaped you. “Yeah, you’re right.” He heard you open the creaky door before you whispered into the phone, the quietest one yet.

“Goodnight, Javi.”

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Feedback/interactions always appreciated<33

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#javier pena x reader #javier pena x y/n #javier pena x you #javier pena fanfiction #javier pena smut #narcos smut #javier pena imagine #wicked game #thank you so much to everyone who has read this srsly I love you so much #means the world to me #mwah

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Fransweek '23 - Day 1

Theme: Sweet Gesture Rating: T Pairing: UT Sans/Frisk Word Count: 1,015

Woot! Another year another @fransweek! Cross-posted to Ao3 here. Les' go! XD

Frisk was tired.

Always so tired, utterly exhausted.

Between her job as an ambassador and her new living situation with Sans she was practically dead on her feet before she even rolled out of bed in the morning.

Not to be misleading, she did love living with Sans. It'd taken long negotiations and almost two years of dating to convince the skeleton to move in with her, to leave his brother to live on his own and to trust that Frisk wasn't going anywhere and that the relationship was all or nothing—the long run destined for the wedding aisle eventually. Frisk would never give up what she had now; late night cuddles, movie marathons with hilarious commentary, and the joy of simply being in his presence for as long as she wanted when she pleased.

But Sans was a slob.

What she had once thought was only a long running joke between the brothers turned out to be a very real situation.

Sans had socks, many, scattered everywhere, constantly. Frisk hadn't seen him change his socks once, but he apparently did it often enough that there were literal piles now that lined an imaginary pathway in their room from door to bed.

And the wrappers—countless burger wrappers and chip bags, empty soda bottles and cans, dotted their house across countertops and flooring no different from a garbage dump.

She didn't mind cleaning. Frisk had no issue whatsoever making the house tidy and presentable…when she could.

However, more often than not she was laden with heavy workloads of paperwork and bills to review, propositions and exchanges to approve or deny.

That on top of cleaning just…

Killed her inside.

Sometimes it'd feel as if she was alone and expected to do everything without help. Like everyone only existed to take advantage of her.

Which wasn't fair to think.

Sans worked just as much as she did, in fact he had multiple jobs, occasionally twice or three times a day! How he managed that without going insane bewildered her. She could barely manage a decent night of rest with just one.

So when she woke up that morning and saw what minor cleaning she'd done had been erased overnight, she didn't say anything.

Just stared.

Blankly.

"mornin' babe."

Frisk was so tired she didn't have the energy to acknowledge Sans' greeting.

His smile dipped with concern, the hand holding his mug lowing as he watched her from his spot on the couch. "frisk?"

She simply turned and headed into the kitchen directly to the coffee machine.

As she was mixing in her sugar and taking a sip she felt a hand on her lower back. Looked over into two worriedly creased sockets.

"is something wrong?"

It was a traitorous thought. One she couldn't contain because she was simply too worn out and depleted.

"I wish you'd try."

Sans' sockets widened.

"I know it's not fair. You're probably way more tired than I am at the end of the day, and I shouldn't expect it of you. It's just hard sometimes."

He looked completely lost but she didn't register it.

"I'm tired…Sans…" She gestured around them, at the mess. "It's hard."

'I can't do it all, I feel broken' was what she didn't say.

Sighing, she downed the last of her drink that she knew would do nothing for her because for some reason she was cursed with a caffeine immunity, and leaned over to plant a kiss on the side of his skull as she sat her cup in the sink.

"I'll be late tonight. I have a meeting with the prime minister of France about allowing citizenship for monsters. Love you."

Sans looked ready to say something but stayed mute as Frisk reached for her briefcase, shrugged on her coat, and headed right out the door.

It wasn't till she reached the embassy that Frisk realized she was still in her pajamas.

Thank god for her assistant Marcy and the spare suit she kept for her.

The day went.

Just went.

Frisk saw by the paperwork she was stapling together that she'd succeeded in the conference with the prime minister but wasn't able to recall what exactly the details were. She'd have to read the packet over later if she was able. She must've looked terrible too because Marcy knocked on her door and gave her the same concerned look that Sans had.

"Day's over." She whispered. "Would you like me to give you a ride home?"

The thought was appreciated but Frisk didn't think she'd be able to fit into the Mini Roadster the eight foot slime monster drove. Not without inconveniencing them both by having to part way sink into the monster's body for space.

She didn't want to feel like a burden.

"It's alright. I'll call an uber."

Marcy stared at her, chewing her lip, before reluctantly nodding. "Alright. Goodnight Miss Dreemurr."

…How bad did she look?

Frisk wondered if she'd only won out with the prime minister because the man had felt bad for her.

Fatigue made her eyes droop and turned her light headed. It took a strong amount of concentration to gently slide the papers into her bag and close it.

A blur.

She opened the app, glanced at the passing buildings, tipped the driver, opened her front door dreading and hoping a smell hadn't started to form—

Frisk froze in the kitchen.

Slapped awake, eyes wide, she peered at the sink as if it was about to sprout legs and walk away.

"...Sans?" She drawled.

The counters were clear, whitened, bleached clean. The tiles looked much the same, shattered splinters of ceramic from a broken plate that she'd noticed that morning, vanished.

He shouted back. "hey babe!"

Still registering.

"You did the dishes?" Frisk asked gobsmacked.

"yep!" Sans' call echoed.

Frisk stepped into the living room.

It was spotless.

"You cleaned the house!?"

"yep!"

She wobbled over to the couch and collapsed on his chest.

"I love you."

"love you too babe."

He kissed her forehead as he continued to flip through the television channels.

#undertale #frans #sans/frisk #fransweek #fransweek2023 #fanfiction #ao3 #My writing

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