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slut-for-fandoms · 5 years

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Paint me yours (kth x reader) PART 1

Pairings: Artist!Taehyung x reader

Genre: smut, fluff, angst (in the following chapters)

Summary: You are an art college student who struggles with finances. Until one day, on an exhibition of the arising artist Kim Taehyung, when the same boy offers you a job as his model. Would it be just a simple job or would it complicate your life in ways you have never thought it would?

Warnings: none in this one (perhaps my bad writing and lots of mistakes?)

A/N: So here is the first chapter. I really don’t know what to think about it as i haven’t written anything in more than a year (so sorry guys but now I am back, yey) I really do hope you like it and please let me know what you think and whether you would like to be tagged in the series ♥ Enjoy

Euphoria. Excitement. Happiness. Exaltation. A complete symphony of colors and emotions. Blue, purple, violet, azure - blended in such a way that glues you to the masterpiece. At places it seems unfinished, raw, as though the creator has been in a hurry. But at the same time it is so detailed that you wonder how long it took him to create it. It represents a woman, or to be more precise, a young girl. Long hair composed with ochre, amber, honey and a hint of gold, covers half of her pale face. Her lips are the perfect combination of red, cheery, wine and auburn. An orderly chaos of colors.

While everything seems just as raw painting, the most capturing features are the eyes. They are so detailed and express the condition of the girl. The sparks that make her look tangible grabs you on a roller coaster of thoughts and feelings and somehow makes you even experience the same state. I move to the next painting.

Sadness. Affliction. Pain. Torment. The contrast between the used shades is much deeper. Pale yet dark. The more I look at it, the more it captivates me. All of the creations I saw were beyond amazing, complete masterpieces but this one… This one is different. One look and I got this strange feeling in my guts when we anticipate something bad, something that might hurt us.

The background is composed of dark shades, while the girl is sculpted of the pale range of colors. Again, the most detailed parts are the eyes. You get the feeling as if a soul was trapped inside the drawn girl that shows how much she suffers. The more you contemplate, the more you assume that the darkness around her represents the cruel world, while the bright yet shaded colors shows how fragile and broken she is. Is it from the world? What destroyed her? Who made her look like a shattered vase which parts are no longer going to form its beautiful shape?

Holding my glass of champagne I took some steps back and sat on the settee opposite the painting. Thanks god it wasn’t that low as they use to be in other galleries. I crossed my legs which caused the hem of my black dress to roll up slightly. As an art student, I tend to visit many exhibitions in order to get inspiration, gain knowledge of the new and unorthodox styles and improve mine. I can’t say I am complaining as we are given free access to any kind of such events. This is beyond amazing as now I am contemplating the art of one of the rising artists – Kim Taehyung. Honestly, I have never seen him but the critics consider him the new Van Gogh and now I understand why.

When I came I was so uneven about it, all the people here were rich and classy and I, a broken student with a cheap dress borrowed from her friend, had no place here. Everything was out of my league and I felt like garbage disfiguring this place.

“You seem really immersed into the picture.”, someone chucked, bringing me out of my thoughts. I looked up and saw man in golden suit and two glasses of champagne in his hands. His smile was so bright, genuine, that it made me blush slightly, “May I?”, he titled his head towards the settee as if asking if it was free.

“Ye- yeah, of course”, I stuttered and put a lock of fallen hair behind my ear.

His smile grew bigger and he took the free seat next to me.

“Here.”, he gave me one of the glasses. I looked up at him confused, “I saw that you have already finished yours so…”, I looked at my glass which was empty. I might have stayed there for a way longer time that I have thought. I left the glass on the floor next to the settee.

“Thank you.”, I gave him a smile, although inside I was feeling embarrassed, “Very fond of you.”, I said after taking the offered glass.

“Well, I just wouldn’t have forgiven myself if I have left such a beautiful lady sitting here by her side. The champagne was just an excuse to approach you.”, I bit my lip and tried to hide myself due to the blush that crept on my face.

“You are even more appealing when blushing.”, okay, I have never believed I could become so red but here I am.

“Please, stop.”, I stuttered through the smile that just grew bigger on my face.

“Why?”, he tilted his head and asked me with that sweet smirk still placed on his face, his eyes never leaving my figure, “you don’t like honest people?”, as a response I chuckled and tried to gain my dignity and look at him. Why was I such a blushing mess around this… stranger…a handsome stranger?

“It is just that you are the first one to approach me this evening.”, a slight feeling of sadness made my stomach turn as I recall the events, pardon, the lack of them from this night. I started playing with my hands as something as pity overwhelmed me.

“Well-”, his deep baritone voice made me look at him. This time he was facing the painting in front of us which gave me the opportunity to survey him. Soft pink lips, sweet roundy nose, medium long light eyelashes. Skin in the color of bronze and a golden suit that make him look like a god. Aristocratic hands with long fingers, adorned with rings. The way he is holding the glass gives you the thoughts that a prince is sitting oppose you, “It is their lose.”, he states after locking his eyes with mine. And then I’m completely lost. They are just like the sad girls’ in the paintings – full of emotions. I see the same spark that leads directly to his soul. It captivates you. There is love, care, tenderness that make my heart skips a beat. But also you can spot something wild and intriguing. An abyss of feelings kept locked deep inside.

He took a sip of his champagne which caught my attention and made me break the eye contact. How could such a simple action as drinking makes me wanna grab the brushes and paint this gorgeous creature on the canvas?

“I can’t say I am complaining of that.”, I followed his movements and took a taste of my drink, “They seem like they are here only for talking. All of them are just chit-chatting and just at times spare a glance at the paintings. It – It just looks like a gathering of the rich and bitchy class.”, suddenly he burst into laughing. Oh that sound… It was like a soft melody for my years I could listen to all day. It was so infectious and addicting.

“What?”, I asked confused but with a smile plastered on my face.

“I couldn’t have said it more correctly. I’ve met everybody in the gallery and yet you are the only one contemplating the works.”

“Isn’t that what we are supposed to do on an exhibition? But apart from that, these paintings, these masterpieces…”, I took a breath like looking at the sad girl opposite me, “they are captivating. There is life in them, there is soul. Undoubtedly the artist is one of the best I’ve ever come across. Many have the ability to draw, few have the talent to create a masterpiece, something that makes you stop and think. And these here, they indeed convey more than a hundred words.”

“And where do you think that comes from?”, he asks me in that deep voice of his. I turn my attention back on him to see the man already looking at me with a stern expression showing nothing.

“The ability to make a painting live?”, he nodded his head in agreement, “Pain.”

“Pain?”

“Pain. It is always the pain. Why do you think the greatest artists are those who have suffered the most? Sadness, sorrow, ache, agony… they are different than the other feelings. When something good happens to you, you are happy for a short moment. Usually those moments tends to be forgotten way easier than the moments that our soul was in pain. It is just that the affliction we bottle inside us ruins us in the end. The knots in our stomach, the suffocating feeling in our chest… they are tormenting us and we all need a way to express them somehow, to try to get them out of us. And the answer is always the art. It doesn’t matter whether it would be with a brush or a pen in our hands, if we are going to compose a poem, song or just draw something. We just want the pain away. For its tight fist around our hearts to weaken, for its dark thoughts to leave us at peace at night, for the tears to stop rolling down and choke us.”, I paused in order to take a sip of my champagne, feeling his eyes following my movements, “That is one of the reasons why I like this one so much.”, I continued pointing at the work before us, “It look as if not only the model had been sad, but also the artist.”, when I turned around he had a sad smile on his face. For a moment I saw the abyss – full of sorrow and regret, pain and affliction.

“You can’t be more right.”, and once again, as he looked up, the door to his soul closed with that stern expression, “That is why I don’t know whether I like this work or not.”

“It recalls a bad event?”

“It recalls the day I painted her.”

My eyes were so wide that surely they were going to pop out of my head. I opened my mouth, then close it, then opened it again. I was so shocked that I could say nothing.

“I still remember how heartbroken she was.”

“You- you are the artist?”, my voice raised an octave higher and I cursed myself.

“Surprised?”, he asked smiling at my shocked expression.

“You just caught me off guard.”

And then the rest of the night kind of slips my mind. I don’t really know how long we’d been talking through various topics. Whatever felt like hours had only been half an hour once I saw the watch on my hand.

“Unfortunately, as a host, I need to make a speech. It was nice to meet you -”

“(Y/N)!”, answering I took his hand as he helped me get up from the settee.

“(Y/N).”, he said tasting my name and I could not miss the way his tongue rolled and the deep voice that sent shivers down my spine, “A beautiful name for a way more gorgeous girl.”

“Why are you trying to make my blush so hard?”, I asked trying to hide my face.

“I don’t know. I just like it.”, he shrugged with a smile, “Can I ask you something, (Y/N)?”, is it just me or he just lowered his voice on purpose while saying my name.

“O-Of course.”, out of nervousness I started playing with my own hands which only made his smirk grow bigger.

“Would you like to be my model, darling?”

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tattedgguk · 5 years

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bronze

pairing(s): taehyung x reader x jungkook

genre: angst/fluff, soulmate au

word count: 1.9k

based off a prompt from @writing.prompt.s on instagram! i wrote this in one night so i hope you all enjoy !! also pls follow me im new !!! n dont forget to request !!!

The sound of children's laughter fills the air, setting the atmosphere to a jubilant yet serene one. The weather borders on the transition of spring and summer and leaves the air feeling a cool kind of warm with a gentle breeze. You walk gracefully, hand-in-hand with your boyfriend. Your peach-colored, floral-patterned wrap dress flows with the wind, your made-up curls bounce with every skip in your white, box-heeled step, and your smile competes with that of the sun’s. You turn your head to look up at your beloved, “where should we sit?”

“Wherever you want, baby.” Taehyung squeezes your hand lovingly. You both turn to stare across the horizon and watch the numerous amounts of small children run around and play with their family, friends, and even pets. The both of you smile, imaging a future with children of your own.

You grip his hand, your fingers intertwined, akin to puzzle pieces, and lead him to the middle of the large green field, right under two even larger cherry blossom trees. Taehyung sets the picnic basket on the ground and quickly unloads it, pulling out the striped picnic blanket and laying it flat on the ground. You grab the paper weights you packed as well and place them on the corners of the cover to keep it from flying away. Taehyung motions you to sit before him, so you smooth out your dress as you plant yourself down and wait for him to follow.

“It’s such a beautiful day today, I’m so glad we came out.” You smile.

“It really is. Almost as beautiful as you.” Taehyung winks and you laugh, slapping his arm jokingly. “You’re so dumb.” His box-like smile makes your heart flutter as you watch him unload the remaining contents of the basket. He pops open a champagne bottle and pours two glasses for the both of you. You clink cheers before taking sips.

Taehyung looks around and watches the happy families. You watch him, then turn your body to look at what he’s seeing. He grabs your waist from behind and pulls you into his front, your back resting on his chest. You roll your head back, staring at the beauty you call your boyfriend, and lean up to leave a soft kiss on the underside of his jaw. He grins down at you and presses a peck to the top of your head. His arms embrace your midriff, squeezing you with affection.

“You want a family, right?” Taehyung asks.

“Of course, I do.” You chuckle.

“Do you think you want one with me?”

“What do you even mean? Of course, I do, Taehyung!” Your hand gently slaps his for even questioning it.

“Good, ‘cause I want one with you, too.”

You only smile in reply and press your body even more into him, melting in his tight hold.

“Look, Tae! It’s that statue everyone talks about.”

You and Taehyung stroll up to the bronze figure of an unknown man. He stands, face looking sullen as he stares off into nothingness. He holds a hand out like he’s asking to hold yours. Right at his feet, sits a small plaque explaining his origin, you assume.

“HERE LIES THE STATUE OF JEON JEONGGUK. NO ONE KNOWS HIS ORIGIN OR HOW HE EVEN CAME TO BE. WE ONLY KNOW HIS NAME, HOWEVER, THE RUMOR SURROUNDING THE STATUE IS THAT WHEN HE TOUCHES HANDS WITH HIS SOULMATE, HE WILL BECOME HUMAN.”

“Woof. You can just imagine how many hands have held this man's in hopes of being his soulmate.” Taehyung says. You giggle, agreeing.

“Take a photo of us, babe. He’s kinda pretty.” Taehyung pouts, but takes your phone nonetheless.

“Okay, (Y/N), pose.”

You strike multiple poses - peace signs, sticking out your tongue, twerking in front of the bronze man, sitting next to him, and just as Taehyung was about to give you your phone back and leave, you stop him.

“Wait, babe.” He raises an eyebrow in question.

“You gotta touch his hand. What if you’re his soulmate? That would be sexy.”

Taehyung laughs and shakes his head.

“Fine, but if he comes to life, you’re breaking the news to him that I have a girlfriend.”

Your boyfriend walks up to the stranger and sticks out his index finger to barely graze the solid hand that sticks out. His bones shake in anticipation. What if he was his soulmate and he came to life? What the hell would he do? His heart races as his skin meets the metal and he holds his breath. Nothing happens. He breathes out in relief and you laugh loudly.

“You were so scared! Oh my god, you should’ve seen your face! You were literally sweating!” Your camera points at him, capturing your laughter and the entire scene on video. He turns to you and puffs out in annoyance that you recorded him.

“Okay! Okay! Maybe I was a little nervous, shut up! You do it then,” he’s clearly exasperated and it makes you giggle even harder. You don’t even hesitate to lift your arm and land a hard slap to the statue’s palm with your own.

The wind picks up harsher than before, catching you and Taehyung off guard, and the petals of cherry blossoms slap you both in the face. A bright light shines from above you two and you look up. The statue’s bronze color seems to be fading before your eyes as the appearance of skin and hair and real colors comes to life.

“No…” you whisper.

Jeon Jeongguk’s eyes shoot open and immediately land on you.

“You’re my soulmate.”

“(Y/N)… what the fuck?” Taehyung hisses, his instincts to protect you from this stranger running wild and ready to fight. You step back, away from the statue, person, alien, thing, and look around. People have gathered, encircling the three of you. Their hands hover over their mouths in disbelief and hold their phones up, recording.

“I’m alive because of you. You are my soulmate!” Jeongguk’s smile is definitely one for the books of beauty as he engulfs you in a tight hug. You shriek, pushing him away. Taehyung grabs your hand and throws you behind him, more than ready to throw it down with this thing.

“I don’t know who or what the fuck you are, but I know you are not my girlfriend’s fucking ‘soulmate’ or whatever the fuck.”

Jeongguk is taken aback, his face contorting into a look of pure hurt. Your heartstrings pull for the boy, hurting you more than you ever experienced.

“Your girlfriend?” He stares into your eyes, his glossing over and filling with tears. Your eyes do the same and you’re so confused and scared.

“Yes, my girlfriend. What the hell is happening?” Jeongguk doesn’t respond. He doesn’t have to. He knows you’re feeling exactly what he’s feeling; heartbreak.

“Tae… I don’t think he’s lying.” You whisper.

Taehyung snaps his head back and glares at you in utter shock. “What do you mean? (Y/N), what is going on?”

“Tae, I can feel it. I can feel what he’s feeling. It hurts.”

“It hurts? Baby, what’s happening? Are you okay?”

Taehyung grabs your shoulders, staring at you intensely. His face shows pure terror for you, his mind running wild with what he can possibly do for you. You gaze past your boyfriend and hold contact with Jeongguk. He only looks at you, his eyes telling you his story. It’s almost like you’re reading his mind; seeing his past.

“Oh, brother please forgive me. I didn’t cullionly to betray thou. Thy lady cameth crying to me. T’was only natural I help her grieve! Please spare me, brother.” You recognized Jeongguk’s voice, begging. You’re seeing from his point of view. He kneeled on the ground, hands placed firmly on his knees as his head bowed in apology and inferiority. His eyes stayed trained on the ground, not daring to look up unless ordered to.

“Thou did betray me. Mine owneth dram brother.” The voice was deep and almost familiar in a way but the superiority laced in his words struck both you and Jeongguk down in fear. “Behold at me at which hour I'm speaking to thou!” the voice booms.

Jeongguk jumped in fear and looked up. His eyes focused on the man above him but his face is blurred. You’re confused. Was it blurred intentionally? Or did he block this traumatic memory from his mind?

“Thou must be punished, brother,” Jeongguk shakes in fear, tears pooling in his ducts. “I beshrew thou to the ends of eternity. Thou shall becometh the stone of a broken heart until thou falleth upon thy soulmate,”the voice chuckled dryly, “as if 't be true yond shall ever befall.” Jeongguk watched as the man raised his arms, shielding his sword high before coming down hard on the his brother’s neck.

“You are my soulmate. I am alive because of you”

Jeongguk takes a few steps forwards, inching closer to you. He pushes past Taehyung and takes your hands in his and squeezes.

“I am alive for you.”

Your breath hitches and you’re stunned speechless. The emotions you feel from this man are unfathomable. Your vision focuses on the man before you. Tears stream down your face. Jeongguk’s filled with sorrow and pain, but the tiniest bit of hope sits behind his troubles.

“You saw it, right? My story?” You nod, releasing one of your hands from his to wipe your eyes and nose.

“Who was he? The man who cursed you?” Your voice is nothing more than a whisper, and the audience surrounding you all leans in instinctively, but you ignore them.

“He was my brother. The King of our village. Beholder of all power. I was only just his despicable prince kin.”

“What was his name?”

“Taehyun.”

You step back, nodding. A fiery, ugly feeling settlling in the pit of your abdomen. Everything in your guy told you to go with this man, to forget about Taehyung and whatever fantasies you both held, and leave with Jeongguk. But you knew you couldn’t. You push your aching heart aside and pull your focus off of Jeongguk.

“I’m so sorry, Jeongguk, but I can’t”

Jeongguk’s small glimmer of faith is crushed right in front of him.

“Please don’t do this. Please, I beg you.”

“Jeongguk, I have a boyfriend. We love each other, we are planning a future together, we are going to have a family together. I can’t just leave him. I love him. I love Taehyung.”

Taehyung who had been standing off to the side, finally slides back in to snatch your waist in his arm and pull you protectively to his side. He stares down Jeongguk, a sinister look in his eyes, practically challenging the boy. Jeongguk shakes, the feeling of fear and inferiority coursing through his veins so much that he’s triggered and terrified.

“Please…” Jeongguk doesn’t dare raise his voice or add any kind of hostility, intimidated by the man holding so tightly onto his soulmate’s body.

“I’m sorry.”

You grab your boyfriend’s hand and turn to walk away. You hear Jeongguk fall to his knees behind your retreating figures and a cry escapes through his lips. Your heart throbs in anguish and your soul feels as if it’s being ripped apart, piece by piece. You look back, everyone already seeming to have forgotten the entire scene and fleeing. Jeongguk is nowhere in sight. A mass of cherry blossom petals fly by you suddenly as a single tear rolls down your cheek. You look up at Taehyung and he looks down at you, smiling like nothing ever happened; and to you and the rest of the world, nothing ever did.

“Shall thou ever meeteth thy soulmate and the lady rejects thou, thou wilt returneth to thy statue state before disintegrating and having everyone forget thy very existence.”

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chxrimoya · 5 years

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im just posting this here so i have it later bc entertaining convo

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!

You both like anime.

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You: damn wish i had an oniichan

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You: gotta have a favorite tho right

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You: osananajimi always the best

You: maybe jus a little bit on tsun tsun, yknow

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You: あぁそう、私も

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You: i took a fat nap earlier so now i cant sleep

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You: does it go by name?

You: ... "tams loves catgirls"

Stranger: My tele is @imyourkohai

Stranger: If you go to send a message you can put that in and message me

Stranger: Lol yes that is right hahah

You: haha okay, i should let you get to sleep!!

Stranger: Okay!!!

You: do you have a call time or anything? o:

Stranger: Nini

Stranger: Nah just a meeting all g :3

You: okay!! haha oyasumi~ we'll talk more tmr :3

Stranger: Ouasumiii

Stranger has disconnected.

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undertaleofficial · 7 years

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not gonna try to format this bullshit, but basically; why i hate league

Xantum C left the lobby MehLoaf left the lobby Danasd1 left the lobby ZeroBlade77 0DK0 : >plays graves, immediately silver player holycritt: varus please dont ever play ranked again until you learn how to cs holycritt: that doesnt even make sense holycritt: lol QueenDuCouteau left the lobby ZeroBlade77 0DK0 : gg graves Bewitching Nami Hawyn : soraka did more dmg than varus holycritt: you did less champion damage than our soraka Bewitching Nami Hawyn : rip ZeroBlade77 0DK0 : i did the best though Yummicles D3NY : lol Yummicles D3NY : honor please ZeroBlade77 0DK0 : gib honor Yummicles D3NY : cause i had to deal with him all game T-T Yummicles D3NY : so sad ZeroBlade77 0DK0 : for me ZeroBlade77 0DK0 : only honor for me Yummicles D3NY : you can go back to your bot games ZeroBlade77 0DK0 : ranked is full of babies :D good to know Yummicles D3NY : lol like you Bewitching Nami Hawyn : i bet soraka couldve gotten more cs too holycritt: ranked is full of people who dont want to carry ****** *** players Yummicles D3NY : yea ZeroBlade77 0DK0 : not the one who cried when anyone died Yummicles D3NY : def holycritt: you dont understand holycritt: you cant even last hit holycritt: as an adc Yummicles D3NY : lol Yummicles D3NY : no knowledge at all ZeroBlade77 0DK0 : lol holycritt: you dont know build paths Yummicles D3NY : walked next to me during a brand ult holycritt: you have no game knowledge Bewitching Nami Hawyn : varus and cho are q'd together Cl0udChas3r 0DK0 : how about you stop degrading somebody and give constructive criticism :D holycritt: makes sense ZeroBlade77 0DK0 : just live to hate ZeroBlade77 0DK0 : sounds good Yummicles D3NY : we were Yummicles D3NY : then he told me to suck his **** Cl0udChas3r 0DK0 : no you weren't holycritt: i was holycritt: i was saying Yummicles D3NY : which he dont got one holycritt: learn to last hit Bewitching Nami Hawyn : but saying hes bad at csing is constructive criticism ZeroBlade77 0DK0 : healers do that holycritt: or dont play ranked ZeroBlade77 0DK0 : learn it ZeroBlade77 0DK0 : only heal no kills Cl0udChas3r 0DK0 : you were saying it in an ******* manner holycritt: because holycritt: if you cant play correctly holycritt: why are you playing ranked? holycritt: normals are to learn holycritt: everyone else on the team knew what to do holycritt: that made you a hinderance ZeroBlade77 0DK0 : okay peepee head ZeroBlade77 0DK0 : XD holycritt: which is why we are all salty as **** holycritt: ******* twelve year old holycritt: holy **** ZeroBlade77 0DK0 : XD holycritt: at least learn basic mechanics Bewitching Nami Hawyn : im not salty im more on the saddened side about varus doing so little dmg ZeroBlade77 0DK0 : XD holycritt: before you come into a game ZeroBlade77 0DK0 : XDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD Cl0udChas3r 0DK0 : well stop being so salty too somebody who still isn't fully ready. We havn't placed yet so we were thinking we could start playing ranked and it didn't go well. simple as that Bewitching Nami Hawyn : *to holycritt: first of all holycritt: duo q Yummicles D3NY : if he aint ready then dont play rank ZeroBlade77 0DK0 : immediate spelling holycritt: is not a way holycritt: to play ranked ZeroBlade77 0DK0 : really good person holycritt: the system places holycritt: you higher than your natural mmr holycritt: therefore holycritt: placing you against higher leveled players holycritt: dont duo q holycritt: for your placements ZeroBlade77 0DK0 : okay master ZeroBlade77 0DK0 : i will do as you command uwu Yummicles left the lobby holycritt: you have a 30% winrate holycritt: in normals holycritt: holy **** ZeroBlade77 0DK0 : yes i play great holycritt: im actually playing with a monkey ZeroBlade77 0DK0 : you are bad player holycritt: wtf Cl0udChas3r 0DK0 : stop being a stalker <.< holycritt: how am i a bad player? holycritt: name one thing that you did better than me all game holycritt: ? ZeroBlade77 0DK0 : being nice ZeroBlade77 0DK0 : :D Cl0udChas3r 0DK0 : Not be an ******* :D holycritt: im going to be an ******* because i hate people who dont take ranked seriously holycritt: its ranked for a reason ZeroBlade77 0DK0 : stop playing video game if you get mad easy :D ZeroBlade77 0DK0 : it saves your health Cl0udChas3r 0DK0 : and I already explained why we were here so **** off :D holycritt: you cant even form a grammatically correct sentence holycritt: holy **** ZeroBlade77 0DK0 : holy ASTERISK ZeroBlade77 0DK0 : XD Bewitching Nami left the lobby holycritt: is english your first language? ZeroBlade77 0DK0 : no holycritt: makes sense ZeroBlade77 0DK0 : it's holycritt holycritt: go back to other server ZeroBlade77 0DK0 : my language ZeroBlade77 0DK0 : is holycritt holycritt: m ZeroBlade77 0DK0 : holy **** ZeroBlade77 0DK0 : makes sense holycritt: i find it amusing you havent played with people like me yet holycritt: if you havent holycritt: stop playing the game ZeroBlade77 0DK0 : nah ZeroBlade77 0DK0 : i like it holycritt: because im legit every person in this game ZeroBlade77 0DK0 : i think ill stay ZeroBlade77 0DK0 : now i'm only gonna play ranked ZeroBlade77 0DK0 : forever holycritt: just a heads up holycritt: i mean holycritt: thats good holycritt: you can go to bronze 5 ZeroBlade77 0DK0 : i want to get matched with you again :D ZeroBlade77 0DK0 : good teamwork holycritt: that wont happen ZeroBlade77 0DK0 : good coordination holycritt: considering your mmr holycritt: i spoonfed you botlane holycritt: and you fed ZeroBlade77 0DK0 : we worked well together holycritt: lol ZeroBlade77 0DK0 : so good holycritt: ye ZeroBlade77 0DK0 : best bros, graves? holycritt: well considering the fact you suck holycritt: nah ZeroBlade77 0DK0 : damn it ZeroBlade77 0DK0 : i tried holycritt: yep ZeroBlade77 0DK0 : but i'm actually good holycritt: better luck in bronze ZeroBlade77 0DK0 : sorry holycritt: cya holycritt left the lobby Cl0udChas3r left the lobby

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isaacathom · 6 years

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also almost hundred percent that Tsitas’ ancestor (not the condesce - Tsitas isn’t the Heiress. mostly because i dont want to fuck with that) had a very strong relationship with Endlyn’s.

Endlyn’s (The Lawmaker, at present) did what you’d expect - Made Laws. This is because she’s fairly middle on the spectrum, low enough that she understands low blood thinking, high enough that the blue bloods stand her. But she has limited reach - she’s basically completely restricted to Lowblood Policy. That is, until Tsitas’ ancestor (the Director? Eminence? idk which) finds her. A lowblood notable for her extreme loyalty is a prize indeed, and what better claim for a high blood? She essentially sponsored the Lawmaker, allowing her job progression unlike any of her caste, while making it clear she was her pet. The Lawmaker was hers to command. What the Director wanted as law, was minted as such. It’s likely this sort of activity is what got the Lawmaker killed - while following the Director’s instructions, she stepped on the toes of another highblood (likely Iliyas’ ancestor), perhaps ordering him to do something for her. It didn’t sit kindly. The Director had much blood on her hands when she was finished taking revenge for the murder of her ‘pet’. The relationship was likely somewhat closer than that - it would have been publicly restricted by the perception of caste distinction. The most the two could ever have been is moirails, leaning on and aiding the other. The Lawmaker was a shoulder to cry on, an unjudging soul - how could she judge those of such high status? The Director was a bringer of unholy vengeance. They worked perfectly together.

Meanwhile Iliyas’ ancestor is his damn near inverse in terms of personality. Iliyas’ selfishness and exploitation of others brought to the forefront, made truly manifest. A greedy seadweller, a Conqueror (but that /doesnt fuckign fit/. Champion?), who took what he desired and cared little for its effect. Such was his mistake to take the life of the Lawmaker, unaware she was the Director’s property, only aware that the possession of the life of they who writes law was a treasure, indeed. Before this fatal error, he likely took from many of the other ancestors. Rhiana’s would be a strong contender for that position - perhaps she too was slain at the Champion’s hand. But in that instance, it was likely the event that gave him this title - her ancestor was almost certainly a rebel, however minor. (I want to say Guerrilla, but with Serren’s quirk combining double r’s? for an 8 set). A leader? Unlikely so high. But she had influence, she had power, she had appeal to the people. Her death - and the subsequent deaths of those who had aided her - made him a Champion. She was not a martyr, however, for she had as yet done little. An idea. Her death was quiet, a nameless among many. A ghost of what could have been. That, or perhaps she HAD succeeded - the Lawmaker, responsible directly for a lot of suffering through what she wrote, slain by a vicious rebellion. Rightful retribution from the Champion. Which then begs the question - how does the Champion fall? Perhaps this is where Lyndel’s ancestor comes in. A long and twisted revenge for a lowblood lover. A straight forward slaying and self banishment, a soul never again seen by the law and indeed by the stars.

ok how about the flowery leaves. lets make it simple. So, the Director takes in the Lawmaker as a sort of sponsor, allowing the Lawmaker a great amount of power. As a figurehead (and comparatively vulnerable), the ‘Guerrilla’ slays the Lawmaker as part of her rebellion. This backfires, as the Director sends her Champion to wreak retribution. The Champion is then likely himself slain by Lyndel’s ancestor, in a display of absolute back stabbing fuckery rarely seen. What power. She excuses herself from proceedings and is assumed to die alone in the wastes.

so thats 5. that leaves three - Junzha, Dahnte, and Zekari. There’s more to the Director’s lifespan (shes nigh fuschia, after all) but. yknow. fuck em.

You’d assume Dahnte would be her Champion, and perhaps thats how Dahnte actually envisions himself - as Tsitas’ Champion, since Iliyas is so.... lackluster. but that was not his ancestors role. Dahnte’s ancestor was himself the lackluster one, a weak highblood who formed relationships with lowbloods in order to survive. He surrounded himself with the psychically superior, safe in the knowledge that they couldn’t affect him personally, but that they could hurt his enemies. Among these is almost definitely Zekari’s ancestor, who isn’t a particularly powerful telekinetic, but strong enough to attract the attention of the needy. Whether this also includes Junzha’s ancestor, im unsure, though to figure that out i need to figure out what the fuck power Junzha actually has now. lets assume Yes for now.

SO he has this squad of powerful lowbloods to defend him from people who would do him harm. It is then not difficult to believe that he gets cocky with his army, picks a fight with someone he shouldn’t (perhaps Champion, perhaps Director herself?) and his group is summarily completely destroyed. He flees. He is, at this point, the Recreant. A coward, a fool. What happens once he flees is unclear - perhaps he encounters the Apostate, Lyndel’s ancestor. Though if we have it be that the Recreant attacked the Director (and got one or both of Zekari and Junzha’s ancestors killed), i think that the Guerrilla’s campaign should be for their justice. Rhiana is a spirit of vengeance. this is why her ancestor isn’t a martyr - theyre a reactionary, and theyre just as violent. Slaying the Lawmaker. leading to the Champions subsequent mass slaughter of bronze and burgundies. Leading to the Apostate to swap sides - she relates to the Guerrilla’s struggle, even if she had disagreed with the method. She openly betrays the Champion, killing him in his own hive, in his own base of power. It’s a fucking powerful move. And then she flees.

So like, woulllld they meet beyond that point? The Apostate and the Recreant, alike as traitors but distinct by their courage. They both basically disappear from history at this point, so its not IMPOSSIBLE. its also not impossible that the Recreant already had his shit pushed in before that point. like in the gap between his army’s defeat and the betrayal of the Champion is completely possible that he just fucking died somewhere. the Apostate seems far more capable, though her death likely comes swiftly as well - she won only through subterfuge.

ok, so say thats their ends. Junzha and Zekari. whats up, lads.

i think a god idea for Junzha’s is a man conscripted into the Recreant’s foolhardy gang. His talents lie not in combat, but in civility, in aiding the restless and the weary. It allows him to protect himself, but few others, when the Director’s fury rains down. He rises amongst the bodies of his fellows, alone. She claims him as a trophy of her conquest, and he is given new purpose. His talents bolster the Director’s own forces, ease their sufferings. But never his own. His soul is always black, and further still when the Champion claims it was his capture that caused the death of the Lawmaker. he is the Catalyst. he allows others to act, causes it. but he is confined, constrained. his service is loyal, but not out of love, and he is the one ancestor who dies of completely natural causes - alone but for his work. he is sometimes known as the Destroyed - for naught remains of his mark, except the knowledge that it never existed.

which leaves Zekari. i think, perhaps tie him back into the lawmaker. something she had done directly, which might invite the Guerrrrrilla’s vengeance. a law she passed. was it on the Directors command, or her own deduction? its unclear. whatever it was, it put his ancestor into hot water. the sort of hot water a high blood patron can rescue you from. A noble Indigo blood, perhaps? It was desperation that forced him to join the Recreant’s ill fated guard, and he certainly never enjoyed the position. but were he to leave, what would be left? Jail, culling, or a position in a worse army, that of the Director or Condesce herself. She had a place for telekinetics like him, and he wanted no part. So he played along, followed this would be captains orders, and found himself at the end of the Directors weapon. The wrong end. the Dead end. Forced for no other choice, slain by his only other opportunity. He would have found use in the Directors army, but he would have been equally unfulfilled by his role as the Destroyed became. poor souls. The Desolate, perhaps. ofc it does sorta depend what he did to end up in a situation where his only option was to becoming the Recreants whipping boy. Based purely on Zekari’s character it makes sense for it to have been him trying to help - trying to help someone. Who, specifically? hmm. doing it for the Destroyed could be an interesting idea - an extension of Zekari <> Jun. and also how the Desolate ultimately fails, because the Destroyed ends up in the army with him, ends up seeing him die, and ends up withering away in some back tent for another army. yknow. cause you fucked it. nice going, homie. he basically loses time and time again. perhaps he caused someones death? that could be fun. basically killed a guy to save the Destroyed’s life. but, of course, its a high blood, and on the Lawmakers respect for the hemospectrum, this is a crime of an extreme degree. the punishment? oh, they vary, and the Lawmaker almost salivates at the thought of all that could be wrought upon those who do not heed her words. thats fucked up. holy shit.

so yea. The Desolate kills a high blood. unrelated, just. some guy? some asshole. probably just straight up flattens him. lift, drop, splat, instant warrant for arrest/culling/what have you. so how does he get away? by basically signing away his life to the nearest highblood willing to employ his services, who promises not to work him to the bone. he doesnt have much choice. if he can claim being in the employ of someone, its a substantially lesser crime, or something like that. at that point, its just High Blood Business. all for ol Destroyed over there, who is then promptly recruited himself for his general skills, to the Desolate’s dismay. had he known the fate he was going to give his friend, he’d have let the highblood kill them, and then exacted revenge.

ok. lets say thats all good. thats, in descending order by blood - The Director, the Champion, the Recreant, the Apostate, the Lawmaker, the Desolate, the [a bunch of screams], and the Destroyed.

ok, naming the Guerrilla. it doesnt work with her quirk, purely because i cant think of any good reason to combine the two rs, even though Serren has two rs as well? it doesnt make sense to me. lets find something else. the Fugitive? describing how she spent a nice chunk of her time on the run. it also makes her sound more guilty, which i like (how often you got an innocent fugitive, yknow). i think i like that ok, The Fugitive she is. nice.

ok, thats all of them? now the big one - how does the Director die? she’s nigh fuschia (high enough to enjoy status, NOT high enough to be killed by the Condesce YET). lives long time. she cannot die naturally, unless all these ancestor events are so positively ANCIENT shit. so she has to die somehow. from what? the ideal candidate for bloody murder is the Apostate, since her whole deal is that she was on their side and betrayed them following the culling of the Fugitive and those /remotely/ connected to her. but she cant kill the Director quickly - that interferes with the Destroyed’s slow death in her service. unless she bides her time. which i do kind of dig. but if she bided her time and then slew the Champion in his own hive (or office, i guess), theres still the issue that its..... highly unlikely she could overpowers the Director, just by pure virtue of being a Teal Blood vs a Nigh Fuschia. the raw strength is just off the charts. especially for a desk pushing Teal whose main job in the Director’s service was to pass messages. Errand boy. so it would require EXTREME planning, like beyond cosmic coincidence, to give her to chance to kill the Director. perhaps this is a confrontation that passes wholly into myth - all that is known is that the Director died. whose to say the Apostate didn’t expire in causing this? it is only assumed that she escaped and lived free the rest of her days. Maybe she beat her in a battle of wits. maybe she blew them both up. maybe she tricked the Director into a building and levelled it on top of her. who knows? both ‘died’ that day, one way or another. for the Director lay slain and bloodied by the side of her Champion, and the Apostate was noone to be seen. perhaps the two died together, the Champion to the end fighting to defend his ... yknow. thingo. theres a word. charge? fuck it. He died defending the Director, a round, loyal success. in contrast to his descendant, whose loyalties would skew to the other end of the hemospectrum. nice.

that works.... well enough??? nice.

#story blogging #homestuck stuff #this post has been open for 4 hours so now whether it will posts is in gods hands i guess #at least i figured some shit? now i know the ancestors to some extent i can maybe work out signs for the kids #building off some themes and shit. mb some surnames lol

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