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snapewrld · 3 years

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I wanna know all about game night with Severus, Lucius, and Narcissa at the Manor. What do they play? Who wins most? Who loses most? Who's most competitive? Who let's who win on occasion? Snacks? Cocktails? I want it all. (Please, thanks, love you.)

Oh ho game night? The Legendary Malfoy-Snape Game Night? Thank You so much anon!

There is a huge sign that says "Leave your dignity at the door."

Winning- They all have their talents it all just depends on the game.

Most Competitive- All of them, but Narcissa will take you down.

Most Laid Back- C'mon now. We all know that that's not possible id winning comes with bragging rights.

Loosing- Most Likely Lucius because if it's a muggle game Severus and Narcissa will team up just to see the cute little nose scrunch that Lucius dose when he's irritated.

If it's Poker. Strip Poker. Both of them bitches are going down.

"Uh oh. He put his hair up"

(Luce looks ravishing with his hair in a bun and he knows it, but he mostly does it to keep the long strands out of his face)

"This is the only game that you are completely invested in. You pervert."

"Hmmm... If I'm a pervert why are staring at my chest?"

*blushes* "..... Shut up"

Snacks- All of them. It just depends on whose turn it is to host.

Severus has a more laid back, chill environment. Whether it's at his flat in london (HC? Maybe.) or at Spinner's End.

Fast Food? Yes. Especially McDonald's. (@sneverussape thanks for putting me on.)

Burgers. Chicken Nuggets. Fish and Chips. Yes.

Sometimes Severus will make the more cultured snacks that he grew up with during his childhood. (Sticky Buns, Koshered Food, oh and most definitely Hamantaschen, etc.)

The Malfoys are bougie through and through. They'd have entire platters of food stacked high.

Cakes and Cupcakes with every frosting imaginable.

They had an image to maintain

(They both secretly enjoyed Severus' simplicity more though they would never admit it aloud.)

There was a few months after the first Wizarding War where Severus tried to improve his mental health and Body Image.

He ate healthier foods.

Like Salads with the little crispy bread balls (what are those called?)

Cucumbers with Dressing.

And on game nights Narcissa and Lucius would help him replace the more hearty foods like Steak and with Salmon or Shrimp. (They'd eat up all of Sev's Greek Yogurt and Fruit though.)

Drinks-

Alcohol? Probably. Even though it lower inhibitions.

Most likely different muggle Juices and Sodas.

Lucius loves Dr. Pepper.

Narcissa prefers Sprite and Sunkist. The darker soda gives her gas.

Severus will probably drink anything as long as it isn't laced or poisoned.

Games-

(Not all of the games they play but the ones that I am most familiar with.)

Monopoly

Not for the weak. Only true Slytherins can succeed.

Lasts forever

"That hotel was NOT right there when I left"

"Yes it was"

"You two are cheating"

"No we aren't"

"How did I end up in Jail then?"

".....Tax Fraud"

Twister

"Accidental" Sexy Touches

"Lucius.... Your hand is not supposed to be there"

"The spinner said Blue and guess what's directly above blue" *smacks ass and leaves hand there*

"...... I hate you"

*evil chuckle* "oh I know"

"Cissa you can't tickle me that's cheating"

"I play to win, so fall bitch"

Uno

Number one way to get your ass kicked

Severus most definitely "cheats" on this game, just to make it more interesting

He'll make up rules and different versions of the game on a whim

Legilimency? You bet your pimp cane.

"Don't you dare change the fucking color you piece of toad shit"

"Eat my ass."

"Will do babe. Right after you draw 4 cards"

"You wanker"

"Nope, that's what I have you for"

"I'm withholding sex for a week if I don't win"

"Lu Sweetheart... You and I both know you won't last a week. You can barely last an hour without jumping either me or Severus"

Truth Or Dare

Someone always ends up streaking through the Manor or Skinny Dipping.

Severus with Make-up? Yessir.

Lucius in a Crop Top and a mini Skirt? Lol Yes

Narcissa Lip Syncing to the Pussycat Dolls? You bet your ass.

Lucius and Severus dressing as one another and pretending to be each other. (I need a fanfiction on that now lol)

"Cissa....Cissa....Cissy.... Cissy.... C'monnn I wanna go cuuddddle"

"I do NOT sound like that... And I'd never say something as inane as 'I wanna go cuddle'... And stop pouting I don't pout."

"Yes you do"

"Fine then be like that" *clears throat*

"I am Dracula bleh bleh bleh"

"Fight me bitch"

*Narcissa in the Background red in the face and dying of laughter*

TBC....

(Thank You Anon for this wonderful Ask I'm sorry it took so long)

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acdeaky · 3 years

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to tell you the truth (i’m still in love with you)

warning: angst, fluff, mentions of sex

note: oscar isaac’s hot, no question. anyway, enjoy this, babies

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gif credit: @damerondjarin

it was dark out when you woke. the loud, incessant banging on the front door of your apartment had jerked you awake, and the minimal amount of lighting coming through the curtains let you know it was very early - or very late.

a part of you was tempted to roll back over under your sheets, pull them up to your chin and fall back asleep, but the knocking only seemed to become louder and more frequent.

you pulled off your covers and flicked on the small lamp by your bedside. your clock showed 2:43 as you shook your head and began to make your way through your small apartment to answer whoever thought it was a good idea to show up at your door right now.

you had an idea who it could be. there had been a few times when santiago had appeared on your doorstep in distress. on those occasions, you coaxed him inside with soft words and gentle touches as he pulled himself in on heavy feet, the weight of the world seemingly on his shoulders.

looking through your peephole, you knew this would be no different as you noticed the familiar stubble and greying hair of santiago’s, looking ever the same after three years. even after so long, you were who he crawled to, the only person who could calm the noise in his head.

the locks clicked as they were shifted, the hinges creaking afterwards as you pull the door open.

and, just as you knew, there he was. santiago’s usual, confident self was gone; even just looking at the way he held himself could tell you that. it almost looked like he was leaning against an invisible pole, his old stance gone, a new, tired one filling its place.

but he was here, and alive, and even after three years the only thing you could think of was-

“hi.” was all he said, a duffel bag by his feet and his hands stuffed into his jean pockets.

“hi, welcome home.” you simply spoke, leaning against your doorframe, feeling like your heart was about the burst the longer you stood and looked at him.

“do you know?” there was a slight quiver to his voice and his head dipped down from yours. “do you know where i went?”

“frankie told me. when you left that night, i waited a couple of days for you to come back. then i asked fish if he knew where you were and he said you were in south america. i asked when you’d be back and he didn't know. i didn't expect you to be back three years later.”

you could almost remember that day, as clear as if it happened yesterday. the night before he left, your best friend, santiago garcia, invited himself to your apartment - like many nights - and brought dinner. he laid the excuse as wanting to spend time with you, have a night like you used to (even though it had only been a week or so since you last did something like this together).

but santiago didn't take no for an answer; he let himself through the door and began pulling out containers of food and a couple of bottle of drinks. you welcomed it pleasantly, happy to be spending a night with just him, just santi, no tom or benny or will or frankie. no comments about your relationship, no teasing over your choice of drink (or teasing in general, which santiago would always reply with ‘they mean well’, and you know they do).

a few hours later, the food was gone and you had both had a few drinks. the sun was settling down on the horizon and, if you looked carefully, you could begin to see the moon creeping up behind it. the red and orange sky covered your open room with light, bringing in a peaceful glow with it. the light settled on santiago, like it was used to his body and the dips and bumps covering him.

he looked like a vision, ethereal. a beautiful dream which you had experienced so many times and you were selfish enough to only want to see it yourself for the end of time. you believed no one would appreciate it like you do, no one would find the same amount of beauty as you find in santiagoas he lets himself bask in the light.

neither of you had realised that you had moved closer to each other over the course of the evening. you had started on almost opposite sides of the sofa, but now found your thighs pressed against the other’s, you shoulders bumping into each other’s as you moved.

santiago’s music was playing in the background. at some point - god knows when - he had gone into the kitchen and, as he came back, the soft notes of his favourite song floated from the speakers and settled around you two. he handed you another drink, sitting back onto the sofa and leaning slightly towards you, his arm slung across the back cushions. his hand landed on your shoulder, and his fingers began drawing light patterns across your skin while he conversed with you.

it was something that rarely happened. santiago had done this with you before, that being eating, drinking and relaxing, allowing the music to pull you from the real world as you talked until the early hours. never been so close and intimate. at the time, you thought nothing of it as his lips came to meet yours in a delicate attempt at confessing his feelings.

the words “i've fallen in love with you” escaping his lips as they ghosted against yours, his breath hot and sticky against your skin as you replied, “i've fallen in love with you, too”.

santiago made you feel things you'd never felt before that night. he touched you with softness behind it, allowing his lips to travel wherever they could reach before picking you up off the sofa and trekking through the apartment to your room.

the two of you spent the night together filling it with passion, giggled and delicate kisses. neither of you could get enough of one another. to you, he tasted so good, like nothing you've ever endured before, something good and amazing and so characteristically santiago. to him, you tasted like home, a forever presence that he refused to get rid of.

and he really didn't want to.

come morning, the sheets beside you were cold and pulled back. the couple of bits he haphazardly threw on the bedside table the night before were gone and so were the clothes you remember tugging from his body. the only thing he left was his jacket; it was the one you loved on him, that smelt like him. alongside it was a note, the words ‘i love you, but there's something i have to do’ were carefully engraved on the paper.

that's when you waited. you gave santiago a few days to do whatever it was before you turned to frankie. that was a difficult conversation in itself and you could tell that frankie was as confused and conflicted as you were. he offered you an answer, more than santiago had given you, and a response to a question that no one in the world could answer, not even santiago.

“i'm sorry-”

“santi,” you stopped him, not wanting to do this - whatever it was - on the doorstep of your apartment at almost three in the morning. “do you - its late - but do you wanna come in?”

santiago looked back up at you, seeing your warm smile and kind eyes, something he had missed for the last three years. “yeh- yes, please.” you gave him a light nod, stepping further back into your apartment to give him space to pull himself through with his duffle bag.

even after three years, he was still your santi. the cap he adorned was one you had spotted and persuaded him to buy; one which he had worn almost every single day since he went away. the jacket was new, one to replace his other one, but it fit him well, allowing his broad shoulders a chance to be seen. the colour suited him, too, a dark navy blue.

he was heavy on his feet as he entered, shuffling around like he was a stranger in a foreign country as he thought about where was best to leave his bag. that had been his life for the past three years; everything he had and knew lived in there while he was deep in the jungles of south america.

much to his surprise, he came back unscarred, physically at least. of course, his knees had taken a hit during his - mission? - and the neck surgery he gotten gotten the year before hadn't helped much either. but aside from that, he would be fine, so long as the nightmares were kept at bay, no one would think any different of santiago.

but you weren't just anyone. you had seen santiago in his most vulnerable states, in every sense of the phrase. there was almost nothing you didn't know about him, but now, there was a large part of him you were a stranger to. without even knowing a tiny part of what had happened, you knew the santiago who was currently in front of you, sweaty hands and shaking nerves, was a different man to the one who left you three years ago.

three years. god, santiago had changed, as had you. you had never been with someone since. many people had tried to win your affection, attempting to entice you with the promise of dinner and a sense of forever, but you didn't want that anyone but him, a man who was on a completely different continent and who had probably had many others beside him in his bed since that one night.

regardless of how he had acted out there, your love never faltered, unlike your hope for his return. the light inside of you which had been sparked by santiago’s promise of love had quickly diminished when you began to believe that he would never come home.

but you wouldn't think any different of him. he just didn't know that.

“can i-”

“i'm sorry for-” you both began, santiago seemingly wanting to smooth things out above anything else. “you go.”

“no, no, it’s okay. i just- do you wanna sit?” he nodded, watching your finger point towards your sofa in the open space. it was the one where that night began, but most definitely didn't end. you knew that. he knew that. but you weren't offering a seat in a malicious way, wanting to see him squirm and suffer while making him remember what happened that night, you could see that he was tired. it was the least you could do.

so santiago took your offer, turning away from you in a vain attempt at calming himself down. that wouldn't happen until things were sorted, until he felt that you knew everything. he just wanted to say-

“what happened?” you whispered into the quiet, turning on a small light to light up the room. it glowed over the sofa, settling around your bodies as you moved to sit down next to santiago, not completely ready for how long this could take.

but he was. santiago knew everything that happened in those years and it would not take a few minutes to tell. there was too much to say and almost not enough time.

the story began with his time colombia, working for the police as a private military advisor. next came lorea and santiago’s escapades with his informant in search for the drug lord. he explains the house - the safe - and the job, how he roped benny and tom and will and frankie into helping him with the job.

he didn't even make it through the mountains - tom.

and something about the night feels strangely familiar. with the two of you, sat there, being shielded from the world only by your thin curtains, it felt like home. familiarity. the thing that seemed to have left you three years ago and escaped to south america.

your bodies were pressed into each other’s sides, the feeling of just another person being there after so long brings about comfort in the both of you. a warm, calloused hand of his sat in the both of yours, a thumb gently rubbing over the back of his hand.

somehow, your eyes were trained to santiago’s head throughout his story, never leaving his body for a second in case you missed something, anything. as for him, his eyes never left your joined hands, watching the delicacy of your movements, concentrating his sight on something so small, but so significant to him.

it was silent for a few moments after he finished. santiago kept his head down, watching the comfort on his hands, whereas your eyes were darting over his entire body, taking him in, thinking how much you had missed him.

“i’m so sorry, santi.” your voice was quiet, like earlier, only just drifting from your mouth and into his ears. that’s when he moved, shaking his head before looking up at you, finally meeting your eyes for the second time in years.

“no, i’m sorry. i shouldn’t have just up and left like that, especially after what happened the night before.” there was a small smile on your face at that reminder and you hadn’t even noticed the quiver in his voice.

“it’s okay,” one of your hands left his thigh, moving upwards to cup santiago’s cheek, the stubble a little longer than usual. “you’re here now, and everything will be okay.”

his eyes closed as you allowed yourself this time to look at him. there was exhaustion buried deep inside of his skin, the usual relaxed look that he held whenever he closed his eyes was gone. it seemed that only a shell of the man you used to know came back from south america.

but you knew he was there. you knew your santiago was there, underneath it all. that’s why you held him. and that’s why you’d continue to hold him for as long as he needed you to.

without much thinking, you leaned closer to him, pressing your lips against his for only a second. an innocent kiss, much different to the ones you two had shared before he left, but it meant more to you both than either of you could describe.

then, as delicate as ever, one of his hands reached up to join your own, his large palm completely covering the back of yours. “come on,” you whispered, your free hand moving to card through his unruly curls. “let’s get you to bed.”

a slight nod was your only answer, that and the lack of resistance he gave you your hands grabbing his and helping him up from the sofa. everything stayed where it landed, neither you nor santiago making any effort to grab his bag and pull it into your room.

it almost seemed domestic. almost. as you crawled back under your covers, santi stripped off his jacket, leaving him in just a dark t-shirt. his jeans followed, the metal of the buckles clashing together as he pulled them off. the hat was last, being placed gently on your chest of drawers before he made his way over to you.

like usual, you welcomed him, pulling back the covers just enough for him to slip under, shuffling his body closer to yours. as he laid on his back, you took the silent invitation to press into his side. just as any other time, your head rested on his chest, both of your arms wrapping around the other’s body.

santiago let out a deep breath, his chest rising and falling so slowly it felt like you let one out, too. maybe you did, but it wasn’t important with where you were and who you were with in that moment. he was finally home, back and safe in your arms and not in a godforsaken dark corner of the narcotics war.

you fell back asleep to the steady beat of his heart, his hands running up and down your skin as he tries to soothe himself to sleep. eventually he does, well after you, but he feels safe this time, being back in your arms doing wonders for his mind.

it felt as if it had only been a few moments, but it wasn’t long before you could feel the rise and fall of santiago’s chest again, but this time on your back. the warmth of his breath on the nape of your neck was calming, that and the warmth of his hand over your exposed skin.

“we should get up, honey.” he says delicately, his voice rough with sleep, dry sounding, and you can feel him behind you, his eyes just barely opening as he decides to start his day. you feel guilty that you wish he wasn't awake, even as he reaches closer, an arm tightening around your waist as the other slips between the pillows and your head, reaching out for your hand as your other lands on his forearm, affectionate, loving.

there was no use in pretending you weren't awake, your need to touch him, to feel him and know he was there and not in some god forsaken place in colombia, too great to even attempt to stay in his arms longer.

“we shouldn't.” you mutter, turning your head to press into his skin, soft, warm. your fingers danced across his bronzed skin, keeping your lips pressed against his bicep as you did so.

santiago was complacent behind you, not even bothering to attempt to stay true to his words as he reveled in you, your warmth, your love, the exact thing he had missed all these years. his breath was still warm on the back of your neck, his lips only ghosting over your skin. even after last night, after the sacred kisses and emotions you’d shared, this is what stumped him.

it was only a few minutes later when you twisted onto your back, your hand leaving santi’s as you shifted to face him instead of hiding away. the hand that had left his own cradled his exposed cheek, your thumb carressing the delicate skin.

the beautiful brown eyes you love were still hidden by sleep-ridden eyelids. the only indication that he was awake being the small smile that adorned his face as you continued your ministrations, your own eyes flittering over his features like he would disappear, again.

“are you still in love with me?” he asked, breaking the silence without even opening his eyes to look at you, “after everything i’ve done?” his voice was so quiet, so petrified of your response, especially when that gentle hand stopped moving. god, never stop holding him like that.

“i’ve always been in love with you, santiago,” you assured him, guiding your hand to the back of his head to pull him even closer to you, fingers tangling in his short curls, “i don’t think i can ever stop.”

“can i tell you the truth?” his eyes finally met yours, confidently shifting the hand on your hip around you to press flat against your back, bringing your chests closer, bringing you closer.

“please.” it was a whisper, a beg, your plea for him to tell you what you already knew.

“i’m still in love with you.”

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facets-and-rainbows · 4 years

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Blue Exorcist 10th anniversary book Q&A session

The 10th anniversary book has a section where Katoh answers 100 questions submitted by fans on Twitter, so here they are translated/paraphrased! May contain manga spoilers up to the recent flashback arc, so be warned.

(Note that I’m playing it very fast and loose here because there are A HUNDRED OF THEM, so not exact wordings, but it should capture the gist. Lemme know if there are any you want elaborated on)

1. Katoh likes the feel of traditional drawing more than digital but is impressed with how far digital has come

2. Meph THOROUGHLY ABUSES spacetime to watch all his shows and ensure that he gets all the merch he wants

3. Did the girls take all of Yukio’s school uniform buttons in middle school? Yes, they did (apparently it’s like A Thing for girls to ask for a button from their crush at middle school graduation, based on some sad movie from the 60s where a guy who got drafted as a kamikaze pilot gave a girl one of his uniform buttons to remember him by)

4. Rin's tail is about a meter long

5. There are tons of servants working at Mephisto's mansion. Belial is in charge of them

6. Katoh borrows from all sorts of neat real locations when making settings

7. Katoh identifies with pretty much all the characters the most! Except Lucifer.

8. Demon designs she's proud of include the impure king and hachirou, pretty much anything that was the main one in an arc

9. Katoh lists a bunch of her favorite musical artists/music she’s listening to recently: King Gnu, Official Hige Dandism, Kenshi Yonezu, BAD HOP, Sakanaction, Keyakizaka 46, Hypnosis Mic, Aimer, B’Z, Queen Bee.

10. Awww the rabbit manga that characters are often reading isn't just Robo to Usakichi, it's an even older one that she drew as a little kid

11. She likes industrial style interior designs

12. Rin and Yukio alternated who got the top bunk growing up, because they couldn't agree on it lol

13. Katoh cares a whole lot about panel layouts and speech bubble positions, might even be her favorite part of the process (it shows!)

4. Katoh does NOT have a mashou, lol

15. Rin has probably been practicing in secret so he can learn to carry stuff with his tail

16. Izumo probably got into shojo manga around 1st grade, her mom had some around the house

17. Specialty dishes: Rin - lots of stuff but especially nabe Yuri - stuff you can throw together quickly Shiro - stuff he learned from Yuri and/or cookbooks, alongside teaching Rin Yukio - Does. Not. Cook.

18. Can't pick a favorite place she's been on research, but there's no place like Japan

19. Kinzou's band isn't currently meeting because demons, but he's probably still thinking of new songs

20. Hardest characters to draw: anyone with detailed flowing hair. Hardest to write for: Lightning and Gedouin. She had to go read books about serial killers specifically for material for Gedouin, lol

21. Suguro actually gets a dorm room to himself, though allegedly Yukio is technically assigned as his roommate, lol. Didn't end up that way what with Yukio being a teacher and also Rin’s whole...situation

22. Shiemi makes some of her own hair accessories! Cute

23. Katoh doesn't mind if you include stuff with fan letters but check with the editor first

24. Time for making each chapter: Planning/storyboarding: 1-5 days. Sketching: 3-5 days. Drawing/inking: the rest. Just...the rest of the time

25. Neither Suguro nor Izumo have dated before and neither is currently dating. But that's probably just because things were hectic for them! It could happen

26. Yukio breaks 5 or 6 pairs of glasses a year, someone get this kid a strap or something

27. How many spare glasses does Yukio have? Check the fanbook lol it's in there (dang it Katoh)

28. The demon she wants us to pay the most attention to is Lucifer. Because plot.

29. What's under the Order's big meeting table? It's a BOTTOMLESS PIT and if you fall in it you DIE that's what makes it COOL (laughs)

30. What are the job requirements for the angelic legion? Literally just Arthur liking you and inviting you to join

31. She WANTS to do more character profiles but just hasn't gotten to it

32. Rin's tail feels like a cat tail, texture wise

33. The "red Assiah fire" is literally just actual fire nothing special

34. Rin's current hair color is light blue fading to white at the ends

35. Thoughts on Rin's growth: she likes that he stays positive in awful situations and she also thinks it's very main character of him to face the past instead of avoiding it

36. Mephisto didn't purposely surround Rin with stuffed animals when he woke up after going crispy. Mephisto's bed is just Like That

37. Kurikara was based on a cool sword she found in a sword book, but that one was technically just a ceremonial sword. The symbol on it us a Sanskrit letter kaan (sp?) associated with Fudou Myouou

38. Kuro can communicate with normal cats and hangs out with them often

39. Sometimes Shiemi's skirt is extra fancy around the hem what's up with that? Apparently it's an optional accessory that comes with the skirts help I haven't noticed this and don't know any fashion terms in any language

40. When coloring, Katoh always tries to have an overall theme in mind ("emphasis on blue" etc) so it comes together in the end

41. Yes the twins are genetically related to Shiro because of Goro (she says they're like his nephews but I say GENETICALLY at least they'd be indistinguishable from his children)

42. Strongest mom of all the strong moms around here? Yuri! Did you SEE her give birth??

43. Are you careful about your own health Katoh-sensei? Not particularly! Her mom has had to bring her food at work sometimes! Don't do this at home kids

44. At the dating events Shura goes to, does she drink cocktails in moderation? Yeah, she probably downplays her normal drinking habits at these things. But normally she's down for just about any kind of drink

45. Lucifer just really likes oysters okay

46. How many pages of manga does Katoh draw in a day? If she's being good about self-care: three. Maximum number ever: TEN

47. Mephisto is one of those folks who can eat like a garbage compactor and never gain weight. Possibly because his body resists that sort of change the same way it resists aging etc

48. First food Rin cooked: fish burger type patty. Yukio's favorite things Rin cooks: fish simmered in soy sauce, yellowtail with daikon radish. It's fish all the way down

49: Did Rin ever get more monthly allowance from Mephisto? It doubled! He gets TWO 2000 yen bills now (rip) [T/N: That's uh, that's USD $37.26 a month or 33.10 euro]

50. Why isn't Rin more popular with the girls? He gets nervous talking to them, plus he's too oblivious to notice even if he DID have some fans

51. Why change Suguro's hair? She gets bored with keeping everything the same, and she wanted a visual representation that he was getting serious and going into kind of a training arc

52. Things Katoh pays extra attention to when drawing: trying to capture the feel of whatever she's drawing (like "that looks warm and soft" or "I bet that guy stinks" cough Lightning cough)

53: Does Rin take after Yuri more? (He's got her eyes!) Katoh tried to draw Yuri so she looks like both twins. Personality, too - Yukio has her smarts and Rin has her optimism

54: Do you ever wanna be like Mephisto? Well she'd like to be able to get away with just ANYTHING EVER, but no, let's not be like Mephisto

55. Konekomaru not only carries around a cat toy in case he meets any cats, he MAKES cat toys to carry around based on what he thinks the cats would like

56. How'd you come up with Shima? Go read the fan book!

57. Do the kids have Twitter/Instagram accounts? Rin - probably not. Konekomaru might be on some social media. Paku and Izumo are totally on instagram

58. Is there something Rin makes that you wish you could try? All of it! That's the whole idea! He's good at cooking!

59. Will we ever have a (G-rated) reveal of what ALL of Mamushi and her family's tattoos look like? Maybe! She'll think about it

60. Does Arthur have a repertoire of different hairstyles? Not really, he just puts some of it up on the top. Heck he might even have people to do that for him

61. If you wrote a shojo manga what would it be about? She'd have to do a lot of research before even coming up with a story, since there are so many style differences between the genres aside from just the subject

62. The other two of Mephisto's top 3 favorite foods: Cup ramen and....f-fried bubblegum?? Is that a THING???

63. Where do you start when drawing a character? Usually the outline of their face but if it's a complex pose/composition she'll start with whatever's in the foreground (like hands)

64. If Katoh could have a familiar, what demon would she choose? Mephisto. As the all-powerful author, she might actually be able to command him as a familiar!

66. If you swapped Yukio and Rin's relationship around what would change? not much, you'd pretty much have Rin going to the Illuminati and Yukio going to the past

67. Top 3 foods/souvenirs to try in Kyushu? Well she doesn't know what’s good CURRENTLY but when she was there she always used to like burdock tempura udon, hakata torimon (a kind of manju with white bean paste inside), and Chikae style cod roe. today I learned Katoh went to high school in Kyushu

68. Katoh listens to music a lot while she's storyboarding, then when she and the assistants are all drawing and inking they put various videos/movies and stuff on in the background

69. For all his hitting on girls, is Shima actually popular with the ladies at all? He's got enough girls in his life that he probably COULD find a girlfriend if he really wanted, but the double agent thing tends to get in the way. He still wouldn't be as popular as Yukio though (side thought/translator’s note: Shima would be proud of being number 69.)

70. Katoh has the ending planned out in a big-picture way, but there are still a few details here and there that she's fretting over

71. It's cute when the boys put their ties over their shoulders when they're working on something! Where'd that come from? She just figured a tie might get in the way and that seemed like a realistic way to get it out of the way

72. Looks like Yukio is getting some facial hair! What about Rin? They're both about the age for it, but maybe Rin can't grow a beard yet. Maybe a little peach fuzz here and there

73. Katoh's favorite blue exorcist merch? There were some exorcist licenses a while back, and the exorcist pins. Basically it's really cool that these little accessories she drew ACTUALLY EXIST NOW, LIKE YOU CAN HOLD THEM IN YOUR HANDS

74. Okay realtalk how long do we have left, I don't want the series to end yet? We're solidly in the second half by now but it's not, like, ABOUT to end yet

75. Katoh would be a Knight meister, based on what characters she likes to play in games and such

76. How many people in the whole exorcism cram school? More than you think! She doesn't give a number but apparently licensed exorcists also attend classes for new meisters, etc, so there's a wide age range attending

77. How's Arthur feel about, like, studying Taming on the way to becoming Paladin? He's at least mostly accepted that you have to use demons to fight demons effectively

78. Konekomaru started wearing glasses in his first year of middle school, so like 7th grade (more recent than I thought!) He has one spare pair, in contrast to Yukio lol

79. Katoh's current obsessions? Ghost/scary stories! She's even been going to live readings of them recently

80. Media Katoh consumes for inspiration? A wide range of foreign teen drama, horror/suspense, shojo manga, light novels, anime, etc. Special focus on things where two boys are in conflict or there are brothers involved

81. If they weren't exorcists what jobs would they have? Rin - chef. Yukio - doctor. Shiemi - uh, florist?

82. Inspiration for the design of True Cross Town? Katoh and her assistants gathered up a bunch of references, picked out stuff they felt matched the tone, and mashed them all up together

83. Did you use any references etc for the school/exorcist uniforms? She says she probably should have but she just kind of made them up before publication

84. Favorite part of drawing? For color pages, picking out a color scheme. For black and white, drawing in all the little details (though she doesn't always get time to lately)

85. Once again confirms the demon kings' weird hair is a representation of their horns. ADDS THAT PEOPLE WHO CAN'T SEE DEMONS CAN'T SEE THE WEIRD HAIR

86. Now that Yukio's at the Illuminati, where's he gonna get his Jump SQ and spare glasses? Well he probably never planned to stay for long, but hey it's a big ship and they might have an optometrist and/or newsstand there

87. Do you base the demon characters on any references etc? Not really, she just gets a general idea of popular demon designs and then makes up her own in her own style

88. Merchandise Katoh personally wants to have made: stuff that an adult could just use in their day to day life. Also, it's not gonna happen, but if her favorite figure brand made AoEx figures she could die happy

89. If Beelzebub's host body was a beautiful woman, how would Shima react? Would the womanizing win out over the bug phobia? Katoh replies that Shima would probably just faint from being near a girl that pretty, before the bugs even got involved

90. Will the twins ever get to smile and eat dinner together again?? We'll just have to wait and see!

91. What do you check at a "scenario check"? what's a scenario check man I dunno They check for people being out of character or the setting feeling off. They had a lot of these checks for the anime, but they also do them for the drama CD, games, and all that other stuff where multiple authors are involved

92. Why does Shura use baldy as an insult for people who are clearly not bald? She feels like they have some kind of metaphorical, mental kind of "baldness" and she's calling them out on it. Whatever that means

93. After Blue Exorcist ends, what do you want to draw next? She has SO MANY IDEAS, SO MANY

94. Did Katoh make up the Shinto chants that, for example, Izumo used against Gedouin? They're assembled from bits of actual Shinto prayers according to what feels right in the scene

95. Yukio reads the Jump SQ, right, and, just hear me out here, he likes gag manga, right? Does this mean he reads Salaryman Yukio? It's something he would read, but let's say that in the AoEx universe there's just a very similar manga that he finds oddly relatable

96. What do Yukio and Shima do in their free time on the Dominus Liminus? oh my god you guys this ship has so many amenities. Yukio probably spends time reading in the library, which they totally have. There's also, like, a gym, and a movie theater, and a THEATER theater, all of which are free. Shima probably hangs out at the pool (!) and goes to the movies, and hits on illuminati girls, lol

97. Easiest character to draw? The ones with boring simple hair, lol. Lightning gets an honorable mention for ALSO not having eyes in most shots, but Rin wins--he was specifically designed to be easy for Katoh to draw because that's what you want in your main character

98. How do demons understand gender? They just possess whatever feels like the best match to how they feel in Gehenna, whether that's a man, or a woman, or a rat, or whatever

99. Where do you start when you're coming up with a story? She starts with character design and how the characters relate to each other. Currently she's just continuing an existing story, so she works on splitting up the overall plot into episodes and fleshing it out with scenes and information about characters

100. When do you feel most happy? She honestly feels like she lives a very happy life overall. Mentions noticing a lot of little things, like how nice her cats' heads smell when she cuddles them or taking a nice cold refreshing drink of water. There's happiness in everything. aww.

#blue exorcist #interview #Ao no Exorcist #translation

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revengerevisited · 3 years

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So I’ve been kinda dancing around my original story idea for a little while, and I got this idea in my head of ‘what if I release chapter 1 and then get feedback without telling anyone what the story is about first so it’s more of a surprise?’ But honestly? I’m realizing since I already released a preview-of-a-preview for chapter 1, and it might be a little while until I finish chapter 1, plus I honestly kinda feel like I’d rather work on sketches of my character designs than write at the moment, I might as well go ahead and tell you guys. X’3

So! I watched a couple anime recently both centered around the premise of... monster girls! These being Monster Musume and Monster Girl Doctor, but then I noticed there’s also Interviews with Monster Girls, A Centaur’s Life, and the infamous Interspecies Reviewers, and I asked myself... Monster girls are pretty popular right now, yeah? But where’s all the monster boys?! And that’s how I got the idea! I re-watched some of my favorite anime based on Otome Games, Kamigami no Asobi and Uta no Prince Sama for inspiration as well, and a few ones I hadn’t seen before like Dance with Devils and Magic-kyun Renaissance for inspiration as well.

So now I’ve got my premise that I shared earlier: This is the story of Millie, a young woman down on her luck who happens to live in a world where monsters aren’t just real, but commonplace. She started working as a maid in a mansion-turned-art-school whose students are a group of very attractive monster boys. The twist is that these aren’t just any monster boys; they belong to various rare and exotic species with deadly reputations...

Note that character and place names are technically place-holders for now and may change if I come up with better ones. Now, I don’t wanna spoil anything story-wise, but I think I can introduce my setting and some of the characters that you’re gonna meet. The story is set in a modern setting, though it’s vague if it’s actually Earth or just some generic world similar to it, as I try to avoid referencing real-world places or events. This is a world where humans and monsters live together after a Great Interspecies War happened in the past, but tensions have mostly relaxed by the time the story takes place. The war could be thought of as the equivalent of our own World War One, one in which there was a truce decided after many years of stalemate fighting.

The city everything takes place in is tentatively named Dullahan, and was built directly after the war to commemorate peace between human and monster kind. It’s considered an artistic cultural center, and it’s got a lot of interesting entertainment places to go to, arcades, theaters, aquariums, etc, that the characters can have a lot of different shenanigans in. The other main setting is the Beaufort Academy of the Arts, which was actually a mansion that was converted into a small private school. This is where all the characters live, and our main character Millie works as a maid there.

Before I go into the characters, I should start with the various monster species. There are 12 species, divided into 2 groups: common monsters and exotic monsters. The common monsters are centaurs, harpies, lamias (snake people), kobolds (dog people), ogres, and merrows (mermaids). These species are all pretty standard, and will be mostly background characters and npcs. The main characters, and love interests for Millie, will be of the exotic variety: arachnes (spider people), sirens (deep-sea mermaids), mandrakes (plant people), dragons, manticores (with a liontaur body-type), and scyllas (octopus people).

So what differentiates a common monster from an exotic one? Well, while the Interspecies War was between humans and monsters in general, some monsters were already at least partially integrated into human society, and the rest followed soon after the war ended. These monsters were almost as common as humans, and either herbivorous or omnivorous, with the exception of the carnivorous lamias who prefer to eat eggs over anything else. On the other hand, the so-called ‘exotic’ species were not only much more rare, but they had a very different food preference... one which earned them the now derogatory nickname... man-eaters.

Naturally, most ‘man-eaters’ weren’t exactly welcomed into human --nor common monster-- society with open arms, not that most of them wanted to. For the most part, species as powerful and dangerous as them didn’t want to play nice with those they had once --and in some cases still do-- regard as prey, and so hid away into the furthest reaches of the world. Which of course makes them perfect material for all our leading men and Millie’s various love-interests!! Oh yes, while all of these monster boys are perfectly civilized --well, for the most part-- they still belong to species that many both human and monster alike continue to fear to this day. While they aren’t exactly fish out of water (well, except for the siren) there’s still plenty of awkward misunderstandings and interesting scenarios that can be played out.

So! Let’s have a quick run-down of the characters, keep in mind that none of these names are final and could change later on. First there’s Millie, a hardworking young woman who’s had a recent streak of bad luck. Through a misunderstanding she gets hired as a maid in a mansion-turned-art-school. She’s very sweet and tries her best to help others, but she’s not as innocent as she appears; she’ll understand your innuendos just fine, even if she doesn’t really say any herself! Next is Richard and Lara Beaufort, a husband and wife who run the school. Richard is rather laid-back, yet he’s also a master of all kinds of art, painting, sculpture, photography, dancing, singing, you name it! Lara is his arachne wife, a rather boisterous woman who owns a high-class fashion company. The secret to her clothing’s success?? Arachne silk, of course! The school was her idea, a way to help better integrate exotic species into society. Will her mission succeed? Only time can tell.

Richard and Lara have a son named Simon, our first love interest and a human-arachne hybrid who takes almost entirely after his mother in the looks-department (hybrids tend to look like one species or the other, rather than a mix of both). He’s a bit withdrawn due to dealing with bullying as a kid; most people --human and monster alike-- are afraid of his spider-like appearance, so he doesn’t get out much-- to the point his parents worry about him being a shut-in for life! He’s also a gamer boy, and has a secret soft side for gothic poetry, although he doesn’t want to join his parents’ art classes. He actually disapproves of his mother’s exotic species integration plan, as from what he’s experienced he feels it’s a waste of time.

Simon’s best friend and Millie’s second love interest is Louis, a mandrake who lives in the woods behind the manor. Louis is extremely shy and more than a bit lonely, even more so than Simon, and he doesn’t speak very often out of fear that the sound of his voice will hurt others around him. Mandrake screams can induce insanity or even kill those that hear them, hence his fear. Being part plant, Louis has mild shape-shifting abilities and is able to transform between child and young adult forms at will, although he’s actually the oldest of the group. He also isn’t a student at the art school, although he has an interest in floristry.

Now for our actual students! Forrest is a manticore, which in this world means he has a body similar to that of a centaur, but with the lower half of a lion instead of a horse, and a scorpion-like tail tipped with a deadly venomous stinger. Despite his species’s name literally meaning ‘man-eater’, Forrest is extremely friendly and cheerful, and is very sporty too. His passion is photography, and he also loves eating food-- any sort of meat dish is fine by him! He’s also a fan of fantasy tabletop roleplaying games, and will often make references comparing them to everyday life; he always plays the knight who saves the princess!

Anthony is a childhood ‘friend’ of Forrest’s, though he’s loathe to admit it. Highly intelligent and highly snobbish, Anthony fancies himself an intellectual-- and he’s not exactly wrong. Being a dragon, he likes to hoard things-- in his case, knowledge. Anthony loves to read, and is most often found in the library. His skill is in drawing and painting, and all his paintings’ invariably morose subject matter worry Millie. Still, this haughty dragon could definitely learn to loosen up a little, and be a little more kind; perhaps his stay at the academy --and his interactions with Millie-- will open his mind to appreciating the feelings of others. He does, at the very least, greatly respect Master Beaufort as a master of the arts.

The other two students are denizens of the sea, and have been friends for a very long time. Emil is a scylla, and like all scyllas he’s a little eccentric, and just can’t seem to keep his tentacles to himself! While Forrest is obsessed with eating, Emil’s true calling is cooking, and he loves making all kinds of dishes, especially anything seafood and/or foreign. Emil also is highly appreciative of women’s fashion, and absolutely adores everything to come from Madam Beaufort’s clothing brand-- so much so that he actually wears them himself! His pretty-boy looks and penchant for wearing women’s clothing actually has Millie mistake him for a girl at first, though he’s very much unafraid to show her his romantic side, or at least what he interprets as romantic...

Keeping Emil’s pervy antics in check is our sixth and final monster boy, Oswald! As a siren, Oswald spent most of his life in the sea, and still has a lot to learn about humanity. He’s a pretty cool guy but gets a bit embarrassed about his species’s troublesome past as the cause of many shipwrecks at sea, and would prefer to not discuss it. His passion is rock music, and his main instrument is the guitar. He also loves to sing, but refrains from doing so due to the hypnotic effect it has on other species. His lack of legs, tentacles, or a snake-like tail means that like other merrows and sirens he requires a wheelchair to move around on land, and often feels frustrated that he can’t show off how adept he is at traversing water. He’s also easy to embarrass and obsessed with not allowing anything to ‘ruin’ his manly image, including allowing Millie (a girl!) to help carry him around.

So there you have it, all my monster boys! I left out a few things, as those would be major spoilers, but those are my ideas for the characters for now! I’ll try to draw and post some sketches of their designs later. Hopefully I haven’t forgotten anything, but this won’t be the last time I talk about monster boys. Any questions or comments would be very much appreciated! Nsfw questions are allowed (all the boys wear pants for a reason, after all), though I’m currently not sure if this series will be 16+ or 18+, if you catch my meaning. Lemme know how interested you are in this story, or if you’re not interested please let me know that too!

#writing #monster boys #maddie's monster boys #if you ever wanted to see a merman wear pants... here's your chance XD

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neutinya · 3 years

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It may have taken me a week to finish this masterlist of all my main OCs but here it is 🥺🥺🥺

In total I have around 100+OCs? These are the Characters which are important to the plot of each universe/story,, didn't draw every single one because I'll die

But Hi!!! Just want to offer a bit of background info on how to navigate the ref list??;;

Each universe is differentiated by the different background of each Characters

The black background houses 2 main stories in the same universe, "Cigarettes, blood & ladybugs" [Cassius/Jayce-centric] and "The sad of the lonely moon." [Mallory/Miles-centric] It's the universe with demons, angels and human :D

Those with the orange-yellow background belong in a "normal" slice of life kinda universe? No supernatural stuff just regular people;; It's the universe of Enzo and Diesel, their story is titled "I'll love you like the summer rain." It's also the same universe for my youtuber OCs!! Cheol and Fish;;

Those with the turquoise background belong to my futuristic dystopia universe, it focuses around Lachlan, Kai and Alex, but Lachlan in particular. He's a hitman for hire.

Those two with the dark-blue background are my among us OCs!! Acer and Lee;;

Purple background babies are OCs for a possible future webtoon;; it's about Milo a modern day demon and Blaine, an ancient demon who was thrown into the present due to some unfortunate circumstances;; There are only demons and humans in this universe;;

Last batch of babes with the pinkish background are my band OCs!! Their band name is called electricvenom and they were originally Pokémon trainer OCs that I changed a little instead hfjdjdj

Yes;;; hi I worked really really hard on this 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 please do feel free to ask anything because I love talking about them so much

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#neutinya's OCs #ocs #oc #original characters #original character #cigarettes blood & ladybugs #The sad song of the lonely moon #Dancin with the sins we reap #I'll love you like the summer rain.#yes!!#myart #;;;;#nyaemie's OCs

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kumeko · 4 years

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A/N: For the @juminxvzine! This is one of those stories where I had the perfect image for it in my mind, but somehow it was difficult to get it down on paper.

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“The great Jumin, folding clothes.” Jihyun chuckled, his shoulders shaking. “I never thought I’d see the day.” He paused, before smiling self-depreciating. “In a sense.”

In a sense was the only way to put it. Jumin watched from the corner of his eye as Jihyun folded his pants, his hands blindly groping beside him until he found a new piece. By now the blindness was permanent, according to every doctor they’d visited. And some that he’d seen on his own, privately, without Jihyun’s knowledge. There were some things that couldn’t be fixed.

That smile had better not be one of them. Coolly, Jumin slowly folded a shirt. “I do take care of my own laundry on occasion.” And that was only partially a lie—this was the only occasion he’d do this. On his right were carefully written instructions, a diagram on how to fold every piece of clothing imaginable, and perhaps he should see to giving Jaehee a raise.

“Somehow, I find that hard to believe.” Jihyun pressed the pads of his fingers into his tan shirt, his eyes closed. In the background, they could hear the sounds of hammers banging, of contractors walking the length of Jumin’s apartment. “You did not have to do this.”

“It is just folding.” Jumin pressed the shirt sleeve down firmly, smoothing out any wrinkles. “It is actually calming.”

“Not just sorting my clothing—the renovations.” Jihyun gestured at the room around him, the room that still smelled of fresh paint. The walls were a bright yellow now, a colour Jumin had never known he’d detested until he was surrounded by it. “The lights, carpeting, everything. You didn’t have to do this. I do have my own place, you know.”

“That ‘place’ is ill-equipped to handle you.” Jumin snorted derisively, thinking of that small house with its cluttered rooms. He’d been against it when Jihyun bought it and if there was one good thing to all of this, it was that he’d finally managed to pry him out of it. “The location is also too remote.”

“Perhaps.” Jihyun neatly folded his pants in half, setting it on the growing stack beside him. “Either way, thanks.”

“You don’t need to thank me,” Jumin dismissed with a shake of his head. “That’s not why I did it.”

“Nevertheless, thanks.” Jihyun paused. “And thank Jahee for me as well.”

“…I will.”

-x-

Change was inevitable. Jihyun knew that. He had known that for years—there was a reason he loved the camera. Photography was an art of preserving things as they were, of capturing a moment of time and immortalizing it.

Opening a drawer, he rifled through the shirts neatly pressed and stacked inside. There were small safety pins attached to each one: one symbolized grey, two green, three white. A code he had memorized as they attached pin after pin. Picking up a white one, he pressed it to his nose and inhaled. There was the faintest trace of lavender, of sunlight, a scent that he had long associated with Rika. Her fingerprints were all over his things, her memories connected to even the most innocent objects.

Yet, almost overpowering her scent, was a darker, muskier scent. An aroma tinged with the faintest traces of cat food. A smell that permeated the rest of the apartment and Jihyun wouldn’t be surprised if he found it on himself at this point.

Change was inevitable. For once, he found himself looking forward to what this change would bring.

-x-

Jumin was not one to repeat himself. Things only needed to be articulated once and either the other person heard it, or they didn’t. To repeat oneself was uncouth. Yet, staring at the camera in his hands, his jaw fell slack and he couldn’t help his reaction. “You want me to do what?”

“Sell it.” Jihyun brushed his hand on the top of the camera reverently. There was a hint of sadness, of apology, in his lowered eyes, his turned down lips. His finger stopped on the button, pressing it down one last time. “Donate it. As long as it finds a good home, that is all I can ask.”

“Your camera.” Still dumbfounded, Jumin tightened his grip on the device. Its edges felt harder than he remembered.

“My camera,” Jihyun confirmed, stepping back now. He clasped his hands behind his back, his head slightly bowed. “I…I can no longer use it, after all.”

“That…” Jumin paused, processing it all. There was no refuting his words, no denying it. It was a fact and he should have remembered it by now. “That is true.” He held the camera awkwardly. “What will you do now?”

No, that wasn’t what he wanted to ask. Jumin could only remember Jihyun with his camera, with his eye in the viewfinder and his head in the clouds. When they were ten, with a gap-toothed grin as he clumsy took shot after shot. When they were fifteen and he was experimenting with polaroid and filters. At twenty-one and he was nervously setting up his first exhibition. That was Jihyun.

Who will you be now? were the words he’d wanted to ask. Who was Jihyun without his photos, who would point out the smallest flowers when they walked or the colours of every sunset. And if Jihyun wouldn’t be the same, if Jihyun would turn into a stranger, then what was Jumin’s place with this changed man?

It unsettled him. It scared him.

Jumin could only nod as Jihyun replied, tightening his grip on the camera until he left his imprint.

-x-

It was night. Of that much, Jihyun was certain. The big window in his room had the blinds permanently up and during the day sunlight would filter in, warm and comforting. While he was blind, Jihyun could still see some shapes, large grey blobs that he could now identify as Jumin and his furniture. Now, though, the shades of grey decreased into an almost uniform mass. The lights were off, then. Jumin must be asleep.

Quietly, he stepped outside of his room. At his feet, a plush carpet indicated the path toward the other rooms and Jihyun pressed his hand on the wall as he followed it. Passing by Jumin’s room, he could hear him breathing softly, steadily. A slight whistle as he breathed in through his nose. A low snore as he exhaled. Jihyun regretted losing his sight. An unguarded Jumin; he wanted to see it, to drink it in. To capture it with his camera.

Automatically, his feet led him to the spare room, to the art station that Jumin had set up for him. What he couldn’t see, he’d draw. His fingers dipped into the cold paints, not even bothering with the paint brush, and he smeared black across the white canvas. The paint settled in chunks, small bumps of paint that he smoothened down in places. Next was white, then blue. Colour after colour was layered on the canvas and by the time he stopped, he wasn’t sure how long he’d been sitting there.

A small chime shook him out of his revere. Seconds after, Elizabeth the Third jumped onto his lap, the bell ringing softly as she settled on him. Jumin had bought it three days after Jihyun had moved in and exactly one second after Jihyun had accidentally stepped on her tail.

“Elizabeth the Third,” Jihyun murmured as she leaned on his belly. “What do you think? Does it look like your master?”

She purred in response and he hoped it was a yes.

-x-

“Ah.” Jihyun took a delicate sip from his wine glass, his eyes closing reflexively out of delight. “It’s been a while since we came here.”

Jumin leaned back in his seat, turning slightly to take in the view. This restaurant used to be a favourite of theirs, somewhere they’d meet at least once a month. Situated next to a picturesque river, the restaurant served only the finest wines and the freshest fish. All three of them would order different meals, with Rika stealing—

Jumin didn’t want to finish the thought. The memory. There were too many things here linked to her, too many memories made here, and he was suddenly reminded of why they’d stopped coming in the first place. His anger toward her was raw, palpable, and that wasn’t why he was here tonight.

No, tonight they were just here to enjoy a meal at a favourite place and celebrate Elizabeth the Third’s modeling debut. Picking up his own glass, he swirled it. “It has been almost too long since we came here.” He brought the glass to his nose, inhaling the delectable scent. “The house brand’s quality remains the same.”

“Is that the only compliment you can give? Indirect ones?” In a good mood, Jihyun laced his fingers and rested his chin on it. There was a light flush on his cheeks. He closed his eyes. “They changed the band.”

Jumin turned to the stage. Four women sat on the stage, all of them carrying a different stringed instrument. “It’s a four-string quartet now.” He listened for a moment, paying attention. “They are better than the group they had before.”

“I don’t know, I liked the other group. Their music was cheerful. Even Ri—” Jihyun cut himself off, his eyes lowered.

Something boiled in Jumin, something dark and ugly. Would her memory ever not hurt? Before he could say anything, a waiter approached, his footsteps barely audible over the music. “Here you are, sirs.” The waiter handed out a menu to each of them before standing back, notepad in hand.

It took Jumin all of five seconds to realize the menu wasn’t in braille. A sixth second to turn to the waiter. Jihyun’s hand covered his in the seventh, his voice calm and collected as he held out the menu. “The bibimbap.”

Jumin stared down at their connected hands. The coolness of Jihyun’s hand did little to calm his rage. His blood felt hot, almost ready to explode. Clenching his teeth, he spit out, “The same.”

Maybe the waiter felt his fury, because he scrambled away without even confirming their orders. Another black mark against him. Jihyun stroked the side of Jumin’s wrist, his voice low and comforting. “Jumin? Are you okay?”

Yes. No. All he had was this white hot anger, this dark and murky thing that coiled inside of him. He didn’t know who he wanted to direct it at. The waiter for not bringing the right menu. Rika for all that she did, all that she said. Himself for not noticing in time.

At Jihyun, for nothing saying anything.

“Yes.” Jumin restrained himself, forcing a smile Jihyun couldn’t see.

-x-

Jihyun could smell alcohol the second the door opened. Strong, repugnant, it permeated through the air, and he scrambled to his feet and toward the door. It was strange how familiar this apartment had become, how well he knew the carpeted paths and where they’d take him. Within minutes, he was at the door, just in time to hear it slam shut.

“Jihyun?” Jumin warbled. There was a soft thud as something hit the wall. No, someone.

“Jumin?” Groping blindly in front of him, Jihyun felt Jumin’s arm. Then his shoulder. Then the rest of him as Jumin leaned heavily on him. Startled, he took a step back, adjusting to the new weight. “How much did you drink?”

“A litttle,” Jumin slurred. This was a complete novelty; Jumin almost never got drunk. The rare times he did, it wasn’t stumbling drunk.

“More than a little,” Jihyun sighed, wrapping Jumin’s arm around his shoulders. Slowly, he dragged him toward his bed, a process easier said than done. It would have been easier if Jumin had just been a deadweight. Instead, he tried to help, stumbling from one side to the other, threatening to pull Jihyun off the carpet and into a lost, unknown area.

“I’m shorry,” Jumin mumbled into his neck, sending a shiver down Jihyun’s spine. This close, Jihyun could almost feel his lips as he shaped the words, feel his voice more than hear it. “I’m shorry.”

“It’s fine, don’t get this drunk again.” It was impossible to lean away and still keep his grip on Jumin. He settled for craning his neck slightly away. However awkward it felt, it didn’t unnerve him as much as Jumin’s proximity.

“No, nott that.” Jumin shook his head, his hair brushing against Jihyun’s skin. “I…I couldn’t shave you. Shave your eyes.”

Jihyun almost dropped him then and there. Stopping, he turned to look at Jumin, but even this close he couldn’t make out his expression. Maybe if he touched his face, but he couldn’t do that and still hold onto him. “What?” he uttered softly.

“I should have shtopped Rika.” Jumin wasn’t crying but it felt like it. “Should have shtopped you. I’m shorry.”

“It’s not.” He faltered—was this what’d been bothering Jumin recently? This guilt? These bottled up feelings? “It’s not your fault.”

“I’m shorry,” Jumin repeated, a never-ending apology that continued long after Jihyun put him to bed.

-x-

“Jumin.” In the spare-bedroom-come-studio, Jihyun patted on the second chair he’d set up. While Jumin hadn’t remembered a thing the next day, he had. And had taken a week to think about it all, to think about his response. “Could you sit here?”

Without questioning him, Jumin padded toward the chair. “This feels familiar.” He sat down with a soft swish. “It’s been a long time since you used me as a model.”

“That’s because it’s been a long time since you were free enough to do it.” Jihyun couldn’t help the chuckle at the memories—Jumin had been his first model. He’d spent years photographing him. Holding out his hands, he asked, “Can I feel your face?”

“Yes.”

Jumin guided his hands towards his face and hesitantly, Jihyun pressed the pads of his fingers against Jumin’s cheeks. High cheekbones, a strong jaw, lips in a set line. All of it as usual. He brushed Jumin’s skin with his thumb, feeling the small rough patches in an otherwise perfectly smooth skin. There was nothing Jihyun was gaining through this; he had known this face since they were elementary kids. Even blind, he could draw it perfectly.

This was the face of someone who’d been there for him, through thick and thin. Someone who had tried to reach out, no matter what response he’d gotten back. Somewhere along the way, Jihyun had forgotten that. What their friendship had meant. What their relationship was. The bond between them that was stronger than anything and he had been so determined to do it on his own.

“I’m sorry,” Jihyun murmured, feeling the muscles on Jumin’s face shift as his expression changed. A knitted brow. Firmer lips. Displeasure radiated from every pore.

“For what?”

For not believing in him. For not telling the truth. For many things, really. But Jihyun wasn’t drunk enough to say it all and Jumin wasn’t drunk enough to hear it and instead he shook his head. “What happened with Rika wasn’t your fault.”

“I know that,” Jumin answered bluntly, his brow furrowing even more.

“And what happened with me wasn’t your fault,” Jihyun continued.

At that, Jumin fell silent.

“It wasn’t,” Jihyun repeated, keeping his grip firm on Jumin’s face. “It wasn’t your fault, so don’t blame yourself. Not when you’ve done so much for me. I’m sorry for…I’m sorry that you…” I’m sorry wasn’t the right word and he stumbled slightly, trying to figure out what to say. Jumin’s warmth radiated through his hands, a warmth he had almost forgotten, and he was not sure what happened but an electric shock ran through him. Leaning forward, he kissed Jumin firmly and pulled back. “I love you. So don’t…don’t…”

For a moment, Jumin froze, and Jihyun realized what he’d done. Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no. Before he could retract his hands, Jumin’s were covering his, his head turning slightly so he could kiss Jihyun’s palms. “Is it true?” he asked, his voice low.

“It is. It always has been.” As friends first. As lovers now. A change, but change wasn’t bad, not always. And as Jumin pulled him close, Jihyun wondered just what this change would bring.

#jumin han #mystic messenger #juminv #jihyun kim #jumin x v #fanfic

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 3 years

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Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt 111

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Lance had Keith tucked up in his lap, Coran way ahead of him by sending through the ultrasound video. Technology was scary, he’d recorded it, yet in the time it took for them to get home, he’d already received the photos with the measurements and a copy of the video like it was nothing. Keith want to hold him, but Lance was happy with the three blankets over his shoulders between him and the sofa, plus he was doubly happy having Keith there kind of as a protector between him, their baby, and the rest of the world. Pidge and Hunk wanted to make plans for the camping trip, more like snoop if they asked him for the truth, Lance banning them from driving over to see them in this weather, he’d head down tomorrow if things cleared up. Yeah. He was paranoid. Keith hadn’t pried into his paranoia, Lance holding back telling him that stemmed from a nightmare he’d had over losing his two best friends to the snow. He’d tell Keith, but only if he asked.

Watching the ultrasound on repeat, Lance couldn’t get used to the background noises. There was something not quite there, his heart telling him it was the racing heart of their baby. He felt the same as Keith did, that fear that lingered like the fear that lingered after that near miss. With his chin on Keith’s shoulder, he could watch the scan all day now that he was needing to pee

“You okay?”

Keith hadn’t said much, watching the screen as intently as Lance

“Yeah... I still... it’s... wow”

His boyfriend was so eloquent

“You know, we need a name for them so we stop calling them “it””

“People name them? Like before they come out?”

“Some people even have names picked out before they fall pregnant. I suppose “squirt” is the obvious one”

Keith hummed, mind more on the video than the conversation

“Not squirt. That’s how we got them in the first place”

Okay, maybe he was paying more attention than Lance was giving him credit for

“Lots of people go with “bean”. I don’t know...”

“Let me think about it”

“Yeah. That’s probably the smartest idea... ultrasounds look so weird. Like what’s all the grey? I mean, obviously is like inside me and all, but it looks like we’re watching a bad fish film”

“I was thinking the same thing but thought I must be stupid”

Lance melted, nuzzling into Keith

“You are not stupid. This is new territory for both of us. If anything I’m the stupid one for not realising I was pregnant”

Keith leaned his head back against Lance’s shoulder, looking to him with a soft smile

“You’re not stupid. Maybe... we could name it something like “Macaroon”? I mean... if I’m an anger loaf and you’re an idiot crumpet... I don’t know what a crumpet and a loaf make together”

Lance didn’t know why he found Keith saying “Macaroon” so funny. His big bag boyfriend definitely had a hidden sweet tooth

“You’re laughing at me”

“I’m laughing at the word “Macaroon”. There’s a macaroon floating around in my stomach”

His boyfriend snorted

“Okay, point taken. Not “Macaroon””

“Noooo. Let me have this... it’ll be like the longest I’ve kept down food in 37 years”

“You are pretty bad at keeping food down”

“Don’t blame me. I have no control over this body. Sometimes even water gets thrown back up, other times it doesn’t... it’s weird”

“It’s fine. You should eat though”

“But the baby”

“The Macaroon needs food... the idiot crumpet needs food to feed the Macaroon”

Lance snorted at his boyfriend

“If I’m feeding something, then shouldn’t it be like an animal. Like a guppy in all those fish?”

“You’ve been spending too much time on the internet”

“I can’t deny that... alright, I know you’re going to be bossy until I eat. I’ll have a shake now then a nap with my macaroon maker”

“Do you want to try blood in the shake? See if that keeps it down longer?”

Lance tensed. Keith was trying to be sweet, but he didn’t want him going out his way, or making him uncomfortable with his dietary requirements

“I... uh...”

“It’s okay... I’ve been thinking about it a lot. I’m not going to be grossed out”

“It’s blood”

“Babe, you drink blood all the time. I might not like the taste, but it’s something you need”

“I never really... I’m still getting used to being able to feed without hiding it”

He’d drank a few times in front of Pidge and Hunk, before overthinking about how they’d be uncomfortable watching him eat. Keith, Shiro, Curtis, Matt, and Rieva, were all different because they were used to this world

“Let me make you a shake. I’ll use a little of my blood...”

Not this again

“Babe. No”

“Not a lot...”

“You can’t”

“Lance, I want to. You’re scared over my blood, so I think maybe we can try just a bit in your shakes and see if that helps them stay down longer”

Keith broke his heart bringing up his jealousy over a strangers blood in his system. To Lance it was food now. He’d fed for so long on blood bags. Nameless blood bags. Sources responsibly, without the donor being harmed. They were of course compensated well too... He honestly feared too much fresh blood in his system would make him an arrogant arsehole. Yeah. He’d fed on Keith... when he’d had to. Keith’s blood was... easily very addictive. He didn’t taste like blood bag blood. He wanted Keith to feel connected with their baby. Not feeling inferior, like Lance was cheating on him repeatedly. He didn’t want to say yes, but for Keith... he couldn’t deny him. He couldn’t deny him anything... the words stuck in his throat... He wasn’t that kind of vampire...

“Lance, let yourself rely on me”

“I do. I need you understand who hard it is still to accept blood from you. Bags are like eating a well seasoned steak that’s cooled enough to lose its tenderness. Humans are like eating that steak while it’s still part of the cow... and knowing you can have the whole thing if you really want it. My teeth cut your lips when we kiss to much... so it’s not I haven’t tasted your blood a lot. Your blood tastes good... You are good. Good not food”

“You sound like you’re deflecting”

“I’m not trying to deflect. Fine. Think of it as having too much coffee”

“You can never have too much coffee. I don’t mean like a lot of blood, just a little bit, and just to see if it helps keep food down for you and the baby. I’ll use some from a bag if you’re going to be this upset”

“I’m not upset. You being hurt would upset... and we don’t know how I’ll react to the scent of blood... If you’re so set on trying this, then wait until Shiro is home”

Keith’s safety was his priority. As the pregnancy progressed he feared he’d need more blood to keep up...

“Fine. But you’re having your shake”

“Only if you finally show me what this secret thing is”

“Deal”

Well fuck. Keith agreed far too readily.

Keith secret turned out to be a letter from Krolia. Though Lance liked to keep things neat and tidy, he respected that there were certain things he shouldn’t be touching or moving, the things on Keith’s desk being one of those cases. He also never touched his boyfriend’s phone or laptop with Keith’s nagging, respecting his boyfriend’s privacy. He knew Keith sometimes messaged their friends privately, and Lance like Keith feeling comfortable doing so. He wasn’t going to be that kind of controlling partner who had to know everything and didn’t trust their partner enough to let them have their own secrets.

Keith forced him into his lap this time. Sitting on the sofa again, Lance sipped his shake slowly, trying to do draw out eating in the hopes if he kept eating it’d take longer to come back up. The blood with the vanilla wasn’t the best flavour combination, Lance didn’t really know how to describe it. Blood lasted like blood to him, but it wasn’t gross tasting like it was to humans. It was only gross tasting now thanks to the vanilla flavour in the shake powder. Opening the envelope, Keith’s hands were shaking

“Babe, it’s okay. We don’t have to rush”

“I’ve had this for like a month now... I need to face it... before Krolia finds out we’re having a baby”

Honestly, if Krolia told him she knew, Lance wouldn’t be surprised. Allura had probably noticed the change in his quintessence... Though Krolia didn’t have fae powers, she was at VOLTRON a lot. Like a whole lot. She easily could have snuck into Coran’s office and found out, or intercepted lab results. Heck, the Blades had 4 werewolves who were probably smarter about this than Matt and Rieva

“We can still take it slow”

“I’ve been thinking about it for weeks... She... I don’t know...”

“Maybe you don’t dislike her as much as you thought?”

“She’s not the same here as she was in Rome”

“That’s good. Noticing that, that’s okay. I’m not trying to pressure you, but if you’ve been thinking it’s time for a while now, maybe it’s time to read this letter?”

Krolia usually tried to say hello to Keith, or to him if she saw them. She wasn’t shooting him, a good sign that he was still in the clear with her, although it could be thanks to the Blade’s being busy. Lance had tried to forget the briefing room board and all the scraps of information on it, trying not to cross the lines or belittle their work... even if it solving the question of where Sendak was would be great. He’d loved to be able to rub in their face as revenge for not telling them about Antok.

Dropping the envelope into his lap, Keith separated the pages, photos falling out. The letter from Krolia was roughly two pages long, Lance noticing immediately that Krolia had enclosed a copy of the photo she’d shown him on his birthday

“Dad...”

The letter was no longer important. Lance taking them from Keith as Keith tried to hold both the letter and the photo at once resulting in the page crumpling. Turning the photo over, Krolia had written on the back

“Keith aged 5 months”. She’d stayed longer than Lance thought. Keith seemed to think it was more a “pop and run” kind of deal. Turning the photo back over, his boyfriend’s tears started soaking into Lance’s borrowed long sleeve shirt

“I think that’s my dad... and my mum”

Lance stared at the photo. Keith’s parents couldn’t have been much older than Keith when the photo was taken. Damn if Keith didn’t have some good looking genes in his family tree. Lance nearly pointing out that Keith’s dad was as hot as his son, then stopping himself him short thanks to thinking of how Keith had lost his father in a fire

“I... I forgot his face... I had a photo at some point but... God. What kind of a son forgets his dad’s face?”

“The kind of son who loses him far too soon. What are the other ones?”

Keith sniffled loudly, his hands shaking harder as he took three attempts to pick up the the other two photos

“God... is that me?”

Young Keith was holding his hippo, the photo older and taken from a distance... Hanging off his dad’s arm, Keith was wearing the biggest smile Lance had ever seen. Both hands holding around the arm in the photo, with his hippo barely gripped as he hung in the air. Lance wasn’t sure for sure it was his dad’s arm, but an educated guess would say it was

“Yeah, that’s you. I’d recognise those knobbly knees anywhere”

“I don’t remember this at all”

“Check the back”

The back read “Keith aged 5”. One of Krolia’s friends must have taken it, or one of the Blades, or even of one Lance’s father’s friends.

The third photo was a photo of a photo. The photo used when Keith’s father had died in the house fire. Keith’s dad really was very good looking, especially in his fancy firefighter uniform

“How did she have these?”

“She said she never stopped wanting to know you. She probably had hunters or friends take photos... I know you’re probably not going to be happy, but she showed me that one of you guys together. She says it’s her good luck charm. She’s proud of you... I’m not trying to interfere here, but I don’t think there was a time that you weren’t in her thoughts”

Keith sniffled hard, Lance moving to kiss his cheek

“Hey, I’m here for you”

“I... what do I tell her? I didn’t get it. She and Shiro tried to tell me and I didn’t get how you could leave your baby behind... and now you’re pregnant, I finally fucking get it. I wasn’t brave enough to read this sooner... she... she’s been respecting my boundaries more and more...”

“You kind of wanted to talk to her before you found about the baby and now you’re worried maybe she’ll only be concerned with listening to what you have to say about it?”

“I couldn’t have faced her if I hadn’t come here. You helped me so much... and she... she walks all over everything. She butts into my life. She shot you. She gets on with everyone else... but she’s... at the Blade of Marmora Headquarters she was terrifying. Like... a walking statue made of gold. Something you shouldn’t be approaching. I felt like she was always looking down at me... I hated it. I fought so hard to carve out my own space but that didn’t matter with her there. She didn’t even come when I nearly got killed. I was pretty desperate, hitchhiking and trying to get to the cabin. Caught a lift and it turned out someone let slip Krolia had a son. No idea who or how they know me. They tracked me down, assuming I was running back to dad’s shack. They were so nice that I thought I was being careful. Shiro was tracking them tracking me. I nearly became dinner. He shot out the windows, flooded the place with light and took me away... I didn’t even know I was in danger until they showed their faces and fangs...”

“You’re both lucky”

Keith would have been lunch. There was clearly more to the story, which Keith had left out

“He knew what he was doing. I had no idea. I thought I was a freak of nature that maybe deserved it. I can’t believe... dad...”

He got what Keith was saying. He tried so hard to find a way back to his dad and now he had part of him returned

“He looks so much like you... You even have that same crease in the corner of your eyes when you smile”

“Do you think so?”

“Babe, yeah. You two against each other photo wise, people would think you’re brothers”

“I can’t believe she had these”

Lance wasn’t sure Krolia had had them. He was secretly sure that out there there would be a file on Keith filled with photos and reports on Keith growing up

“I think she probably always wanted to show you... but that’s okay. Because you weren’t ready before. You made to feel worthless by worthless people instead of being confident enough to see how much you are truly loved. I know it’s hard. When so many people are mean to you, you feel like people complimenting you are only doing so because they’re either lying or laughing behind your back at how dumb you are for believing them. I get paranoid like that too”

“I don’t know what to tell her. You saw me today. I panicked at the idea of Kolivan knowing. I panicked at the idea of be treated differently... I don’t want to be given special treatment...”

“You’re not as weak as you believe you are. If they still see you as weak, then they’re morons. You were in a fucking accident and still cared more about your bike than you”

“I think that just makes me slightly stupid”

Keith bike was still at VOLTRON. Lance assumed it was being fixed, but Keith seemed pretty down about it still. His boyfriend would probably be working on it more if he didn’t have him to worry about

“Nah. I’m shitting myself over you getting back on that death trap, but that’s what you want to do. Your brave. The world hurt you, and lately you’ve showing your face more. I really like it. You keep moving forward and that makes you strong. Your father was so proud of you. I can see it in his eyes. He loved you so much babe. He’d be even prouder if he’d got to see who you grew into. That stuff in the middle, that doesn’t make you a bad person... in his last moments I’m sure all he was hoping for was your safety and your happiness”

“I’m sorry... I think maybe I... I think I need to talk to Krolia”

“You don’t have to be sorry for anything at all. You talking with her is what you need. Again, I’m not pushing, but when we talked... she’s desperate to know you. She loves you. You’re loved very much”

“I want to see the others too...”

Lance nodded

“Tomorrow. If the snow let’s up we’ll head there tomorrow. I miss them too”

“I didn’t think I’d ever miss a bunch of people”

Lance chuckled at his boyfriend

“That’s because we know the coolest and weirdest bunch of people. You’re in with the cool kids, babe”

“And you’re sounding like Shiro”

“Hey, it’s not my fault. I’m totally allowed to be lame when I feel like it”

“You feel like an ice block again”

“I’m thinking of taking a trip to the fridge just to warm up”

“Or we could go to bed”

Lance blinked half a dozen times. Keith didn’t mean that... like that...

“Yeah. More blankets and snuggles sound good”

“Who said anything about snuggles?”

“Me, right now”

“I suppose that can be arranged. I want to make copies of these photos. I don’t ever want to lose them”

“We’ll work that out... like we work everything else out”

Keith kissed his hair

“We make a good team”

“That we do”

#once bitten twice stupid #oncebittentwicestupid #ashratherose

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stry-someone-to-remember-you · 3 years

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Plan(ed) to Have Something Ready, By The Ball Drop &/or Tomorrow!!! If Everything Works out...

Hey Everyone,

HAPPY NEW YEARS EVE!!!

Wow, this is the second message without any art added or anything... LOL... Seems odd really to do this without having something up by now... By the way, yes the current avatar pic is related to the comic as you’ll come see soon. It’s and early sketch so some kinks aren’t worked out in the current image. But it was the one I was ready to have when I made this blog so there was at least something...

So as you probably can see by this title, I do plan on having something posted... I just don’t know to what extent. Due to some family drama, and continually piling on work I wasn’t able to get my Christmas Pic out to you guys, which was just a static scene with a few of the characters to get us started here. But... well family got in the way, continually decorating till Christmas day... a lot of things going on, bickering (though we all love each other) it’s just... you know life. I fully expected this as well, which is why I promised something before New Years, but didn’t specify as to what.

I postponed that idea to be released today or tomorrow, after seeing how I was completely unable to get to the work by Christmas Eve. But, by the looks of the progress I made on it and my families continually need of me till we get some things done in this house (that always has something to be done in it... LOL, at least things are coming fairly together). So lets just say, I may not have anything out by tomorrow. But with hopes I want to have something out. So We’ll see. I could release early the character sketches. But I want to keep this blog clean as possible, so I feel releasing the character profiles, cards and blogs together prior to the Prologue, would fit better and keep this page having a cleaner look to it at the start.

Maybe even by midnight tomorrow PST I could have something... But that again depends. I need to clean stuff for the internet/cable guy and I’m seriously allergic to dust... So the next few days I may be in an almost sickly comatose state regardless of the precautions I take. If dust gets kicked into the air at all and isn’t properly vacuumed up, than I’m often sick for days... I feel like all I’ve been doing the whole month is cleaning or working story wise on this comic... Mostly cleaning if you ask me, but at least after Saturday things should be more relaxed and I can have a better work schedule planned out. So yeah, that’s my life...

But DIDNT’ WAN TO LEAVE YOU HANGING with this Negative Nancy Talk ;D ;P ;D lol....

I want to tell you what I have so far:

I have the Christmas Image at least with the basic building blocks to complete it. Like I’ve drawn where I want things, but not detailed anything... So that’s why it may be a day or so... Technically its a Happy Holidays and New Years piece, but with the Christmas Tree in it I have the habit of calling it such...

I may have plans to detail it a bit more then I plan on having the comic, but that also depends on things. I may just leave it in the same style and not fully decked out to make it easier to finish...

~Several Characters for the beginning have their final forms created. These are major characters that will be scene in the prologue. I’m just having to figure out out little things with background characters in some instances.

~The prologue is almost completely written out. I had a change of heart a week ago on some things and had to change it around, which is why the written format for the prologue isn’t complete as it initially was. I just felt some things didn’t fit, so I added and took away some things so it flows better and also works both fanfiction wise for the story, but easily mixes for the Ask AU... I also have at least the beginning portion of the Intro script written, the parts unaffected by the changes. However, parts of the intro will be written out, depending on the questions you ask the characters in this prologue so these portions I’m leaving open on purpose. It’s the plot driven portions I’m mentioning that I’ve changed slightly. ;) I have fun plans for the prologue. Remember this story has a clear direction I’m taking it with plot. But the Ask portion will be a part of it, I have such a fun way of Ask’s being tied into the plot driven story, and it will change depending on the context, person and setting which makes this really fun to plan out.

-With that said, here’s an early heads up, that for Ask Questions, I will allow any sort of asks, but if it has potential to spoil a part of the story, then I won’t answer it. Alongside this, I’ll allow Anon magic to a small degree. I won’t include Asks that like spoil something for a character, or tell the character where someone is, give away what someone else is doing to another character, etc... Unless it may fit the context, but generally I won’t use these types of asks. I will allow Anons to appear occasionally rather then just be unseen voices, as I have fun ways of incorporating Anons into the story that also works with different points in the plot. I will accept things like... say a dog or cat to appear for ex. amount of asks. I already know who they’ll be and have been planning out their designs, but I may draw the line at other animals (e.g. horses, fish, racoons, squirrels, lizards, etc.) Although, I do really love rabbits, I chose to make it concise to just two animals that if asked could appear. It’s not because I can’t draw them but I don’t want things getting out of hand. Types of anon magic I’m not going to use if put in the Ask portion, are things like giving people certain powers or items that may completely effect the tone or plot of the story, accept maybe if I did a non-canon AU to this au for fun one day. I will go more in depth in the general rules later. In no way is this to discourage anyone from asking such things. I may set reminders at times if I get to much of something. But, in general I’ll do what I can to make this a fun Ask blog all the same.

~The Larger Summary, I promised like a trailer would be in the comic form I have rendered the Script for, and have two slides so far drawn out, just not completed. (for the time I didn’t have around the Holidays compared to normally I actually surprised myself with this)

~The story itself is really coming together, I already have a starting and stopping point (which I had prior to this blog) as it will have several Acts and Arcs, some which have greatly changed and take on new depth since the point I started this blog. The themes and story in general are drawn out pretty well. I don’t have all the chapters I’d want fully written. As I have my plan, but I also want to get the prologue in first, just to see if there’s anything I should change with my concept. It’s just a precaution, something I’ve learned well when taking on something new. So I don’t have things that are written in stone and hard to change if the form I’m hoping to take doesn’t work out and needs to be retooled or something. But these are minor and shouldn’t change the overall scope and plot I’m taking this story on either.

~I’ve created several of the character bios, many in fact are already written in true Henry Stickmin fashion. But as I took inspiration to make this into a AU as well, I will possibly make both the bio cards and show a static shot of the characters alongside it or something... It’s an idea, but I want this to also be the easier comic. But, considering that I’ll always have a static shot I use as reference for any character I make, this is what makes this more realistic to occur as well. ~I’ve nearly drawn out all the characters for the intro portion. And already know how I’ll handle Anon’s in the story. In the Prologue itself, I’ll actually have you Anon’s being referenced as audience members in a conference of sorts. Think of it like those conferences when a new Apple or Microsoft product is first advertised as something new to the news conference, those big rotunda’s where someone's being interviewed and presenting the hot new item. Think of the opening to the prologue being something like this scenario. So the questions directed at the character in there, who... *cough* I will introduce later after I fully render both their character profile and have their character bio(s) fully done. Which considering how fun and easy it’s been to do this so far shouldn’t be to long now... Although to keep from getting questions to soon on them, I may hold off on posting the Characters and Bio’s till I have that Intro/Trailer completed... I’m still considering which to do first actually. But top on my list out of all of these is having my cover art for the top completed. That’s something I admit though I have the layout I have hardly started on and should focus on first.

~I’m also taking close looks at how to properly make the rules for this group. When I posts either the Character Bios, Holiday Pic, OR the Trailer Comic... Maye even just the cover art... Then I will try to have out an official Rules list. The one I have on the group posts is just general stuff... But I’m reconsidering some rules I already wrote... Basically keep things family friendly, be kind an courteous, nothing vulgar or disturbing.

I may change this from a PG-13 comic to maybe PG-15. I’ve realized recently, there are some points that some characters do swear... sometimes more then once. I’m not someone who talks with vulgarity myself, but I sure can write characters with it.... Let’s just say I’m going to see if in those scenes I might just bleep out words and see if the dialogue still comes through. But, I dunno... LUCKILY, we don’t have to worry about many of those scenes till way further into this comic. So lucky for either of us, this isn’t a major concern at the moment. And on the plus side it’s not the crudest words I could have chosen so... it may still work as a PG-13 work... I’ll make this decision soon as possible.

Another reason for the sudden change, came as I realized as the story goes, and even in early chapters there will be scenes where blood is shown and physical mortal danger and peril is experienced by the characters. I do have heavy theming sometimes, later on it may seem constantly about. As this story is heavily Drama/Mystery and some suspense based. As the story progresses it will become less Drama/Mystery and more based around the drama/suspense itself. This will obviously be some more intense scenes that showing less blood would allow me to make PG-13, however I also don’t want to undercut the certain tones using representations of a mortal wound would bring. I also want to look at things like these future scenes realistically. Which is why I’m mostly considering changing this story to a PG-15 or at least more certain I am. I just don’t want people shocked that I’m doing this. I don’t feel this story will be R, there was a time where I heavily considered it. But for once I decided no, I didn’t want that. I just didn’t want to open the door for scenes I didn’t intend to have in this story. There will be heavy themes that my have TW for some people. But I didn’t want some TW’s that having a R rated story could potentially have. I mean certain themes people are free to write fanfictions for, and depending on the content can make art for. But again this will be family friendly group... As You can see I’m considering more then a little here when it comes to the official rules. These details will be followed up on the official rules post.

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Now I apologize for the length.

The structure of this and the previous Authors Notes will probably fall under their own category for length. I’ll work to make sure posts in the future won’t be so long and hard to read. It is early morning for me when I woke to write this, and I found once much of the day passed that I still wanted to include the stuff I did into this update.

I have more to tell you, but I think this post has spurned the energy in me out. Anything that I missed in this post, I’ll try to remember to update in the next post (hopefully after I get some art on here). What I can’t do at the moment is promise dates right now till I’m more certain of schedule to work on this or can promise that my general allergies won’t cause me to delay this at all. But I can confirm that I should have several things coming out this next month, including the comic Prologue I hope. Depending on the traction the comic and fanfic gets, I may try to work on it quickly, or take my time with it. I may do a mix of both as my perfectionist self won’t let me just shoot something out without giving it my all first. I’m shushing that side slightly so this comic will be easier on me then the more detailed one I have planned. All the same, I’m planning to work on this one more at the moment till I can get an idea of my work flow. Sometimes the easiest route of work is better for planning, rather then diving head first into the deep end right away. You don’t learn to swim by jumping head first into the ocean. Piece of advice that it took years for me to learn myself ;). Anyways, I figured since I did promise something hopefully by today or tomorrow, I’d give you a formal update... Also... Well I can’t promise that updates won’t be like this in the future. I’ll try to keep them concise. But as people who know me, well have learned when it comes to personally talking I tend to write or talk out epistle. So... When I give updates, I may have lengthy ones... I’ll try my best to keep this side of me out of updates, if I can help it. Anyways Happy New Years Everyone!!! I hope everyone's Christmas and Holidays were extra special, despite the state of the world!!!

HAPPY NEW YEARS EVE AND DAY!!! Sincerely, <3 (Mod) Sweet Heart Blaze

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bloomingonpnf404 · 4 years

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You mentioned mutations in the post about pikmin- care to elaborate?

After hearing the question, Wisteria flattens out some dirt and begins to draw with her finger. “Yes, many things have changed, and most of the bigger creatures have disappeared.” The camera shifts to be pointed towards the ground where She was drawing. there’s a soft mutter in the background as if someone questioned the statement of bigger creatures.

“Honest some seem new or are just some bugs and such that have been resilient through the eons. some, however, I think I’ve connected the dots.”

“these, which fused with manmade machinery- with man-made weapons,” weapons is said with distaste in her voice, “for instance, are fish who’ve achieved legs. I think it’s more closely related to goldfish, or koi, then other species. at any rate, definitely fresh water.”

“Ah, the Gatling Groinks! unless you had a differing name for them?” Olimar butts in a little, fascinated but double-checking for clarification.

“no, I’ve not been the one to make the names I use... so I’ve not had names for the new creatures yet. I’d been working on it, for those common but... well, my strength has always been more with plants than animals.” she’s drawing still. “this one was so obvious- the birds whom I miss dearly, ended up merging with the serpents who never seemed to see reason- at the very least, did not care for me or my kin.”

“all that seems to have survived of my feathered friends is a long beak and the head, the rest of the body tends to just be... serpent. yet they make the calls I recognize. at least they are more reasonable then their scaled side, but not as intelligent as their feathered side...” there’s a longing in her voice.

“This is the one I’m... least certain of. but I think I’m right. i... part of me hopes I am, and part of me hopes I’m so terribly wrong.” it’s said, her finger unmoving, uncertain. After the pause, she draws in the dirt two more shapes.

there’s silence after it’s drawn. finally, a deep voice behind the camera says one word, slowly, as if thinking. “mamutas...”

Olimar takes up where the cameraman falls silent. “the... Mamutas are other fairies as yourself? but...” there’s a frown, the brows are furrowed. “i... no offense, but there’s... nothing you have in common!”

“they can instantly make blooms, are capable of actual farms, and... well, it’s not much to go by, but I believe it a... possibility.” there’s a solemn note. silence fills again.

“when... we met, you said you’d not heard a voice in a long time.” Olimar fills the silence, sounding- looking like the camera has been forgotten. “if they are your kin, shouldn’t you be able to...” there’s another disgruntled expression the captain gives that is unnoticed by the fair, a glance to the camera- no, the cameraman, telling a story of concern.

“you’re... right. I’m probably wrong but... I don’t know. they just hold similar magic.”

“well, it’s certainly interesting.” there’s another pause. “perhaps!” topic change! “perhaps, sometime later, I could... go through my notes with you! we can see what creatures you connect again?”

“oh! that sounds nice, actually.”

Olimar turns to the camera with a forced smile. “then we’ll just have to wait till then!”

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eyeslikefoxglove · 4 years

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Episode 4 - Meng Yao has a crush & Foxglove likes to babble

Hello everybody, welcome to episode 4. I slept like a baby last night, but I have a migraine so I may sound a bit incoherent. (Post episode Foxglove here, I’m not incoherent in this, I’m just ranty)

Poor WWX. Funny story, during my first? Second? Year of Med School I fell aspleep on my biophysics notes during exam period, woke up at 9pm when my alarm for my meds started ringing, realised what I’d done and called my mum (who was on a 24h shift at the hospital) crying. In hindsight is hilarious because I had something like two weeks until the exam so I lost no more than a few hours but oh well.

Full disclosure here: I don’t like the Lan sect, LXC, LWJ and the Ducklings excluded I think they’re a bunch of hypocrites. You can’t call yourself righteous and boast about your almost 4000 rules and then shrug when people decide to commit genocide.

Also, 4000-ish rules? Fuck that noise, there’s a post floating around here where some amazing soul translated what they could see of the Wall of Rules and yeah, some of them are in the “don’t be an asshole, don’t hurt yourself or others” vein which, absolutely fair. But things like “dress properly” who are you to tell me what and how I cover my body with? “Don’t be promiscuous” wow thanks for the slut shaming my dudes. “Don’t smile foolishly/don’t smile too much”, “sit properly”, “don’t be too sad”, “don’t be too happy”. You’re telling me these are rules, not guidelines, not common sense stuff. RULES. You’re telling me people get punished for grinning or crying. Fuck off mate.

And we can’t forget the golden example of hypocrisy “Don’t talk to Wei Wuxian” so much for “don’t speak ill of others”.

Is my Western Girl showing? I’m sorry, I’m from Spain and I was raised by the guidelines “don’t be an asshole, don’t hurt yourself or others, don’t take anyone’s bullshit, live and let live, have courage and be kind, we will always love and support you” so some stuff in here is very very grating. I don’t have enough knowledge about the culture to discern if it is because of my modern sensibilities or because my culture is so different.

Oooooohhh I don’t like birds. I mean, I love crows, ravens and birds of prey to an unhealthy degree, but they keep their distance. The other day a pigeon flew into my building and decided that my (very dark) doorstep was the place to have a rest. I screamed like a banshee.

Hey, those two assholes at the back, get the fuck out of here.

LXC protective mode activated.

You will never convince me Meng Yao did not develop a monster crush right then and there.

Oh no. It’s this asshole.

Oh WangJi about to cut a bitch.

Drag him WWX.

MY’s protective mode activated.

And LXC is too done with this shit. Yep, NHS also thinks MY got a massive crush.

WQ aka Qishan Wen’s only braincell.

It’s the One Braincell Trio!

Notice me sempai! Omg JC’s faces.

This is where I dump all my canon-divergence AUs:

Meng Yao stays in Cloud Recesses. He and LXC keep gazing longingly into each other’s eyes.

NHS introduces him to the other two from the One Braincell Trio. WWX takes one look at him and goes “yep, you’re my friend now, I’m kneecapping anybody who fucks with you.” Because there’s no way he wouldn’t be sympathetic to MY after his own childhood (omg, both of them drunk, making terrible gallows’ humour jokes about living poor and mostly homeless while JC and NHS just listen horrified). JC goes into overprotective bro mode with MY. I mean, he still can’t emote for shit but he’s made very very sure that he will cut a bitch for MY and at least he knows MY has a brain, not like someone else he knows.

Shijie makes friends with MY because Shijie is a goddess and MY is so confused because how the hell does someone so kind exist? And she wants to be friends? And she doesn’t care at all about his past? What? MY.exe has stopped working.

Maybe JZX gets his head out of his ass and goes to talk to MY and warn him about what an asshole JGS is, because I refuse to think JZX doesn’t know it. Maybe MY hears him disparaging Shijie and decides that nope, the Jins can fuck right off every single one of them is a rude idiot; it’s ok with him because of his parentage (it’s not ok) but no one touches Shijie. The Yunmeng sibs is where it is at.

And that’s when he unleashes his full Slytherin powers on behalf of his new family. Because he does indeed have a fully functioning brain and shit is going to get really ugly really fast for all the people he loves if he doesn’t try and mitigate the damage somehow.

(A lot of mutual XiYao pinning is going on in the background because I live for the angst ok. LWJ fully approves of him as a brother-in-law tho)

A lot of terrible shit still happens because this is my AU and I want pain, but not only does JGS not have MY’s enormous brain on his side when he tries to seize power, he’s actively working against him (you can’t tell me MY wouldn’t get the kick of his life publicly bringing down and exposing his terrible father).

I’m sorry, back to the commentary.

This two idiots omg.

It’s WQ! Drag him WQ (gently)

I’m going to channel my ballet teacher here for a second: put your hair up! (You bunch of spider crabs, as she would call us)

I mean, JC’s hair is clearly in his face when he’s doing drills and, while the visual of all that dark hair whipping in the wind with the robes (another beef I have, they look like they’d catch on everything) is very dramatic I can assure you it’s fucking annoying. Plus it limits your visual field a lot. Again, I know jack about the culture and people can fly on swords here so why am I complaining about hair but let me live.

I used to have that much hair (then I got a pixie, now I’m growing it back out) and smacking yourself on the face with your own braid hurts.

Shijie knows what’s up with Jiang “I can only show anger” Cheng.

My one track mind when I saw the fish: Anisakis!

I think I would absolutely become a vegetarian if I got dropped in the past tbh. Not only is there no quality control of animal products (hello Trichinella), there’s also no way to do a proper cold storage (hello Salmonella). I’ve read and seen to many horror stories due to contaminated animal byproducts and, while vegetables pose their own risk (hello E. Coli) usually you only have to be thorough at washing and peeling to not have trouble.

5am wake up call without coffee. Fuck that noise.

Wei “I’m a petty gremlin” Wuxian.

I once called WWX a “mad scientist with ADHD” on an AO3 comment and I stand by that assessment.

Ok, but why the turtle caricature? It’s because turtles are “old and wise” like LQR? Is that the joke? Or are they laughing at WWX’s balls?

AW NO PAPERMAN.

“Tell me, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood? // Where, would you look if I asked you to get me a bezoar? // And what is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?” It’s pretty much the same energy. LQR is Ancient magic China’s version is Severus Snape down to the pettiness. He tries to catch WWX in a mistake, and when he can’t he dismisses his knowledge (look at Shijie’s face when he says WWX should not be proud to know what he does). He keeps pushing until WWX’s runs into a wall, then uses LWJ to “show him how it’s done” I mean, look how smug he looks and how uncomfortable everyone else is.

“Pity... clearly, fame isn't everything.”

(No, I don’t like LQR and I don’t like Severus Snape either; tragic past and sacrifices do not give you a pass to abuse children don’t @ me, I’m not interested in changing my mind)

And here is where all my “mad scientist with ADHD” hc stem from.

“No screaming in Cloud Recesses.” Screams LQR (yes, I’m 100% that bitch)

WEN NING IS HERE HI WN YOURE SO PRECIOUS.

But intercepting an arrow mid flight is some Geralt of Rivia Witcher bullshit right there.

Detective Wei strikes again.

The scenery is gorgeous my god.

Can we talk again about how this 16-year-old boy reacted to someone sneaking up on him by drawing his sword and attacking? That’s not fucking normal, that’s a common reflex in soldiers or people with PTSD.

(The Netflix translation has him calling LWJ “WangJi” and I die)

Thanks for reading!

#the untamed #cql #mdzs #mdzs live action #foxglove watches cql #foxglove watches the untamed #commentary #Foxglove rants #foxglove babbles #wei wuxian #wangxian #lan wangji #meng yao #lan xichen #jin guanyao #xiyao #episode 4

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jumukus · 4 years

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A3! Event: Starring Party ‘Look Back on Summer 3′ Translation

Last ones for Summer Troupe are Kazunari and Muku.

Izumi: (Last ones from Summer Troupe are those two.)

Muku: Ah, welcome, director-san!

Kazunari: Nice timing, director-chan♪ We're just having tea together!

Muku: Kazu-kun bought some soft macaron crepes. It's popular right now.

Kazunari: It's very popular on Instablam, and tasty too. Wanna take a bite, director-chan?

Izumi: They look so cute! If you insist, then…

...No, this isn't why I’m here! That was closeーI was almost tempted to join your tea party.

I'm here to film the anniversary video.

Kazunari: Oh yeah, you're right! We're gonna put in commentary and something like that, right? That's so lit~!

Muku: If I remember correctly, we're going to roll the dice to decide on the topic and choose a scene, right?

Izumi: Yup, yup.

Okay then, let's start from the lead actor of Summer Troupe's fifth play, Kazunari-kun. Here, take the dice.

Kazunari: 'Kay! What. kind. of. topic. will I get? Here we go!

Muku: The topic is… "An episode where you failed."

Kazunari: Dang~. I was having a hard time since we had a lot of action scenes. If we're talking about failure, it'd take forever.

Hmm… But I think this scene is the one that I remember the best.

Izumi: (This is from the sixth day of night showing. In this scene, Kiichi and Yoshimaru delivered a letter to Young Lordーー.)

Young Lord: "...Is this really from the princess?"

Yoshimaru: "Eh? Ah, this one? Yes~! As you can see, you can write and draw on this!"

Young Lord: "That's paper!"

Kiichi: "Paper is that wide and blue place where you can see ships embark on a journey to find treasures."

Young Lord: "That's sea!"

Yoshimaru: "Sea is the thing that's useful for catching fish."

Young Lord: "That's net!"

Kiichi: "No, no. Sea is like this, y'know? Ride the wave!"

Young Lord: "That's waves!"

Yoshimaru: "Wave helps me hear Young Lord's dignified voice very well…"

Young Lord: "That's ears!"

Kiichi: "Smile, smile!"

Young Lord: "Will you cut it out!? I asked whether this is from the princess!!"

Izumi: (The ad libs were lively and Summer Troupe-like, but…)

...Too long.

Kazunari: That's right~!

As the people who came to re-watch our show increased, the reaction was getting weak.

So that's why we played around with ad libs. But we ended up having so much fun it went too long~.

Tehepero! This kind of thing happens pretty often in Summer Troupe~.

Muku: Ahaha, yeah…

Izumi: But well, that's one of the things that make Summer Troupe's plays different from others.

Kazunari: I know ad libs are merely extra elements that aren't necessary to be put in a play… There's no meaning in putting them in if it's going to ruin the original flow of the play, but…

Exchanging ad libs with one another is fun, and the audience enjoys it too. So it just happens.

Muku: During our debut show, we were told to make it our motto to have fun first before entertaining the audience.

Kazunari: Yup, yup! That's why we can't stop throwing in ad libs…

But we need to be careful not to have too much fun all by ourselves. I think this is a challenge for us.

Everyone might be thinking the same thing, not just me.

Izumi: Yup, you have a point.

Kazunari: I feel like my acting has become a little bit more stable than before, but since I've chosen both acting and art, I have to give my all to both of them without compromise.

Izumi: (Just like Kumon-kun, Kazunari-kun also has his own worries concerning ad libs.)

(Nonetheless, Kazunari-kun is thinking ahead.)

(Kumon-kun who is working hard to catch up, and Kazunari-kun who is walking with his gaze fixed on the future in front of him…)

(But neither of them will leave anyone behind, and that is Summer Troupe's strong point.)

Kazunari: Alrighty! Shall we shoot the video message next?

On second thoughts, angle does matter! Hmm, the camera's position and background…

Izumi: It'll take forever if we cared too much about that. I think this is fine…

Kazunari: Eh, you think so~? OK then, I'll go like this. Kazunari Miyoshi's video message, start!

Muku: Whoa, Kazu-kun's message is so beautiful.

Kazunari: Hehe, TYSM! Muku, it's your turn now!

Muku: Y-Yes. I'm rolling the dice now… woops!

Izumi: Oh? Muku-kun got the same topic as Kazunari-kun, "An episode where you failed."

Kazunari: Seriously!? As expected of roommates, we're so close~!

Muku: An episode where you failed…

Since the opening show, I was so nervous that I messed up my lines, and I almost fell down during that sceneーー.

I couldn't respond to the ad libs well at the time, and I almost dropped the props in the next scene after thatーー.

This and that happened back then. I'm really just a weak, withered radish that fell to pieces…

Kazunari: Mukkun? Mukkuuuun?

Izumi: Uh, uh…. Oh, yeah! Since you got the same topic, let's change it! I'll allow it just for this time!

The topic that has yet to come out within Summer Troupe is… "Unforgettable scene". Let's go with that one, shall we!?

Muku: Unforgettable scene?

If that's so… There's a scene that remains deep in my heart.

It was during the final scene of the closing show…

Izumi: (After the curse has been lifted, Florence and Rose get married…)

Florence: "Still, I was really surprised to find out that Rose is the princess."

Broto: "You didn't seem to notice it at all, your highness."

"*sighs*, you're as carefree and easy-going as ever, just like a flower garden*"

Rose: "You have a point…"

Florence: "Do you mean my beauty is that of a glorious flower garden? That's obvious!"

Rose and Broto: "I've never said that."

Broto: "My, my…"

"...But you're fine just the way you are."

Izumi: (What a tender smile… The last line was Kumon-kun's ad lib.)

(Before the closing show, Kumon came to me and Tsuzuru-kun to discuss this.)

Muku: I tried my best to act as the prince that I've been dreaming of...

Hearing Broto's lines in the closing show, I felt like all my efforts had been acknowledged.

It made me so happy and emotional.

Because everyone believed in me, I could be a prince just the way I am.

I'm really glad I could confidently stand on stage as Prince Florence.

Izumi: Yeah…

Kazunari: Mukkun's Prince Florence was so cool, he could bring miracles. I love him too!

Muku: Ehehe, thanks…!

Izumi: Okay, let's shoot the video message.

Muku: Yes!

Muku: Phew… thank you.

Izumi: Good job. With this, I'm done filming Summer Troupe's part.

Kazunari: Mukkun's comment was so good, I can't wait to watch the others~!

Izumi: Your personalities came out quite a bit in the videos.

Kazunari: Really!? I'm hyped!

Muku: Whoah, I wonder how the final product will be. I'm excited to see it.

Kazunari: That's a mood~. I'm fired up to edit the footage!

Izumi: ...Say, Kazunari-kun, do you need to use a video editing software to edit them?

Kazunari: You do need editing software for this, but there's various kinds of itーー.

But you can make a pretty high-quality video using free softwares, or the ones that are already installed on your PC!

Izumi: I see.

Muku: Hm? I think I heard loud noises from the corridor…

Kumon: Sorry for intruding!

Yuki: Good work.

Misumi: Kazu~, Muku~, director-san~? Are you done filming?

Kazunari: Huh? Sumi and Kumopi!

Muku: Even Tenma-kun and Yuki-kun…

Izumi: We've just finished filming. What brings you all here?

Kumon: We found some paper waste when we were cleaning our room!

Misumi: That's whyーー.

Let's hold a paper airplane contest!

Tenma: We got dragged by those two all of sudden.

Yuki: They were so noisy.

Muku: Whoa, it's been a while since we last held a paper airplane contest!

Kazunari: Sounds fun! I'm in, I'm in! Join us, director-chan!

Izumi: Eh, me too? But…

Misumi: Flying paper airplanes is fun~!

Muku: I want to fly paper airplanes with director-san too!

Izumi: Well, I'll join for a bit. I'm free, anyway.

Kumon: Yeaaay! I'll make a paper airplane that will fly far away~!

Tenma: Sorry, but I'll beat you and win this time.

Yuki: Look who's talking, when you always make paper airplanes that can hardly fly.

Tenma: Shut up!

Misumi: Tenma, I'll teach you how to make one that can fly far far away!

Kumon: Once we're done making paper airplanes, let's fly them in the courtyard!

Izumi: Yeah!

T/N:

The puns in Kiichi, Yoshimaru and Young Lord's dialogues go like this: 手紙　(Tegami/Letter) → 紙 (Kami/Paper) → 海 (Umi/Sea) → 網 (Ami/Net) → 波 (Nami/Wave) → 耳 (Mimi/Ears)

花畑 (Hanabatake) can also also be used to describe someone who has a tranquil image and whose train of thoughts is carefree.

< Look Back on Summer 2 | Masterlist | ‘Stories of 24′ 1 >

#a3!#a3! translation #summer troupe #tenma sumeragi #yuki rurikawa #muku sakisaka #kumon hyodo #misumi ikaruga #kazunari miyoshi

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drabblesanddreams · 5 years

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Orbit- Dazai Osamu x Reader (3/3)

Here it is! Part 3/3! No lie it took me some time to write this, i was genuinely stuck on the dialogue and what i wanted to accomplish this chapter so im sorry it took so long! I dont know if yall will like the ending but it’s what i had in mind from the start! ENJOY:))

Part 1 Part 2

word count: 1.8k TW: none but she angsty

Summary: Time doesn’t heal all wounds and the simplest words can reopen a badly stitched heart.

“Hello, (Y/N)”

It was amazing really, what time can do to a person’s soul. People were like that you supposed, no matter what hardships you’d come to endure, no matter just how much time seemed to harden you, there was always that one person in your life that could break your walls down with two words.

It unnerved you, to have him suddenly come back into your life and easily chip your carefully crafted mask with that ability.

You took a step back warily, analyzing the man in front of you in the possibility of malicious intent.

But he seemed lighter, his playful smile a little more genuine than what you were used too. In addition, his eyes lacked the emptiness that came with shouldering all that darkness openly years ago.

You hadn’t realized how much you missed looking at that particular shade of brown, especially with the way the moonlight reflected off of them.

Other than that, he was still the same externally. A little taller yes, but still seemingly Dazai.

What you didn’t quite understand at the moment, however, was what was he doing in an alleyway of Mafia territory.

“What are you doing here,” you questioned suspicious all the while ignoring years of unspoken history that seemed to hang overhead the both of you, “You shouldn’t be here”

The corners of his mouth quirked upwards before his pretty lips dropped into a pout, “Not even a hello?” he complained childishly, and you frowned at him.

You didn’t like this, not one bit.

His nonchalant attitude stung slightly as if you barely made an imprint upon his life that seeing you again was barely a bump in the path paved away for his future. But you internally shook those feelings away, everything was different now. You were different now.

Instead, you let yourself feel the frustration and despise you had towards the brunet.

“Who says I’m here for anything?” he asked innocently, blinking those brown hues at you. Your frown deepened; you knew in your heart he was lying. It must have to do with the tiger boy, he was most likely trying to find out where the port mafia was keeping him.

“Don’t fuck around Dazai,” you snarled, hand reaching towards the back of your jeans firmly grasping the handle of your gun, “What do you want?” you pointed it at him.

“Whoa! Scary scary!” he cried out, throwing his hands in the air before dropping the act.

He cocked his head towards you, brown locks falling over his forehead.

There was a time in your life where you would let yourself brush his bangs away. You pushed that particular memory away.

You weren’t going to touch him like that again, ever.

He suddenly got serious, all signs of joking and humour wiped off his face. His eyes darkened considerably; all light lost to the inescapable darkness of the night and instead, a lustful gaze replaced it.

“What would you say…” he started lowly, taking a few steps towards you.

“If what I wanted…”

You froze as he continued walking towards you.

“Was to see you?”

He finally closed the distance between the two of you, his tall figure loomed over you as his hands fell on your waist, trapping you between his bandaged body and the wall of the alleyway. Your eyes widened slightly as you desperately tried burying your reaction and feelings away.

The gun loosened slightly in your hand as it was pressed against his chest. Somehow, even though the distance between you was minimal, you still felt as if he was miles away.

Regardless, you couldn’t help but feel yourself getting heated with the way he was looking at you. It oh so reminded you of the Dazai you knew growing up and developing feelings for. It wasn’t fair for him to still have such a strong hold upon your heart.

The sound of cars passing by the alleyway was all that filled the defining silence for the moment.

“We both know that’s a lie,” you finally whispered, your words drawing a smirk from the ex-mafia member.

Your eyes dropped to the gun pressed against him before moving towards your finger on the trigger then back up to meet his burning stare.

You licked your lips, “I could kill you right now,” you stated aggravated by his nonchalant attitude, “I could pull this trigger three times and kill you” You continued.

His smirk only widened before he hummed lowly, “We both know you aren’t going to do it” his hand wrapped over your one hand gripping the gun before pulling it easily away and letting it drop to the floor.

Your mouth opened slightly before firmly shutting. You grit your teeth slightly at his previous actions. You knew he knew how weak you were for him which only frightened you.

For one to know another’s weakness means that they can be exploited and destroyed. And for Dazai, he only needed to pull a few strings to accomplish the means to break you.

You huffed, pushing him away before you defiantly stated with a hard look, “Don’t think for a second that you can manipulate me.”

He peered at you for a moment, eyes void of any detectable emotion before he started chuckling lowly.

You ignored his laughter as he shoved his hands in the pockets of a trench coat you faintly recognized, “I’ve changed now,” you continued hesitantly.

“Not everything has though,” he hummed before cocking his head slightly, “We both know what hasn’t changed”

You felt your breath catch itself in your throat as you knew exactly what he was eluding to. He was still as incredibly observable as he was all those years ago, that clearly hasn’t changed.

You knew however that four years didn’t do much all that much to your feelings towards the brunet. It was still an unspoken thing and you didn’t like how he was pulling it out all to mess with your mind.

You tried not to let it overthrow your train of thought, but you were susceptible as always.

You grit your teeth, feeling your mouth go dry before your eyebrows furrowed slightly in some form of remorse.

You didn’t know if it was towards what this thing was between you and Dazai or what was to become of it. Or if it was towards yourself, to the person lost to the consequences of time and the cruelty of the world.

You shook your head lightly before looking up at him through your lashes, “That game is over, Dazai,” you said slowly with a faraway look, “that game was for children.”

And it was, whatever dance of emotions occurred between the two of you was a dangerous and stupid game to play. It only caused a special sort of sorrow to occur at the end and only served to endanger your life in one way or another. You saw now what it did to Dazai after losing Odasaku.

You blinked rapidly, feeling a lump form in your throat, “We’re playing worse games now” was all you said, letting your eyes fall to the gun on the ground.

Dazai followed your eyes before fixing you with another unreadable look. He inhaled quietly, tilting his head back and letting the chocolate waves fall over the nape of his neck. You traced his stare to the full moon hanging overhead before returning your eyes back to his.

Suddenly the silence was broken by the ringing of your cell phone. Fishing it out of your pocket you quickly hit the answer button before lifting it up to your ears while maintaining your stare.

Dazai looked on unflinching as the other person’s voice came through the other line, “(Y/N)! Where the hell are you?!?” the voice screeched at you from the other end of the line. You flinched slightly at the volume.

“Tachihara,” you knit your eyebrows together in confusion, “what is it?” you questioned your partner.

“What is it? Are you serious?! We’re being fucking invaded by the Armed Detective Agency!” he screamed, and your eyes widened as they caught Dazai’s vacant stare.

You gaped at him in quiet shock as you swam through a flurry of emotions, your arm slowly returning to its side.

“Hey! (Y/N)! Are you hearing me right now, where the fuck are you?!” Tachihara’s voice called out but you ignored it and instead pressed the button to hang up. All the while, your eyes never strayed from Dazai’s own pair.

You tilted your head, squeezing your eyes shut in slight denial as you shook your head. You opened your eyes once more. You felt your head pound painfully and your heart rate quickened.

All you could convey now was bewilderment as you spoke, “You were distracting me.”

The cheerful persona was back on as he grinned at you, “Well, (Y/N), seems like I must leave,” he took a few steps back before fixing you with another smile, “Thank you for your time.”

The blood in your veins felt as if they turned into ice as the denial and foreign grief filled you up once more. He wasn’t leaving again, was he?

Your bottom lip trembled the same way your hands shook, uncontrollably.

You watched him walk away from you for a second time and you felt the crack he installed in your heart grow bigger and bigger with each step he took.

“Dazai!” you cried out weakly, taking a small step forward.

He stopped walking before sparing you a glance from behind his shoulder.

Don’t leave me again.

Come back.

Take me with you.

I need you.

I’m still alone.

I understand now.

I’m sorry.

All the words you wanted to say died on your lips and instead you shut your mouth.

He blinked at you, once, twice, before the corners of his mouth tilted downwards. An empty look overtook the look in his eyes as he breathed in deeply.

“Whatever you’re about to say,” he said quietly as you finally registered the sound of gunshots in the background, “Don’t.”

You could only stare back in desperation as he continued.

“Our time is up.”

With that, all you could do was watch his figure get smaller and smaller as he walked away from you.

While the sound of gunshots and crumbling buildings continued to fill the background, you let your head fall back and gazed upwards at the same moon that Dazai had been analyzing a few moments ago.

With the moon as your only witness, you wiped the few stray tears that managed to fall on your cheeks.

You made your way towards where you knew your partner was waiting.

Right now, you had a game to play.

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Chapter Sixteen

Prove Me Wrong | Series Masterlist

Warnings: Angst

Word Count: 1854

Author’s Note: I hope you enjoy this chapter! :)

“And done,” Y/N smiled as she threw the last strawberry into the bowl. “Now what?”

“Do you want to go sit outside?”

My hands were already shaking.

Y/N walked over to the window and looked out it. “It looks like it’s going to start raining. We should probably stay in here.”

“Your room then?”

I didn’t really care where we sat. She just needed to know. Soon.

“Sure.”

Y/N bobbed her head as she slowly made her way down the hallway towards the stairs. I followed close behind, already nervously picking at a hangnail on my thumb.

“Where’s Carter?” I asked.

“On his coffee date with Marenna.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, I can’t wait until he gets back and tells me all about it. He hasn’t been quite the same since they broke up, so I really hope that they get back together.”

“That would be cool.”

Y/N turned to me as we walked into her room, “Are you feeling ok, Ty? You’ve been weird all morning.”

“Nervous.”

She took a seat on the edge of her bed and gestured for me to sit next to her. Once I was settled, she pulled her legs up under her so that she could sit cross-legged.

“What are you nervous about?”

“I just have something really important to tell you.”

Her eyebrows lifted slightly, “You do?”

“Yeah, but it can wait. I don’t want to make things weird.”

She shifted. “Ok.”

Why couldn’t I just tell her now?

“So, um, what now?”

I shrugged, “I’m not sure.”

Y/N grabbed a grape from the bowl and popped it into her mouth. I reached over and tried to grab one, but she swatted my hand away.

“You told me you didn’t want any fruit!” she laughed.

“Then I saw your fruit and changed my mind,” I said, already reaching for it again.

She sighed and held the bowl out towards me, allowing me the choice of whatever fruit I wanted. I grabbed a nice strawberry and a couple grapes.

“Tyler!” she groaned.

“What did I do now?”

“Stole the strawberry that I was looking forward to!”

The way she said that made me smile. It was the first genuine smile that had been on my face all day.

“Should have moved faster.”

“Ty-ler!” she said, drawing out the end.

I took a bite out of half of the strawberry before holding it out towards her, “Still want it?”

She contemplated it for a moment, started to reach for it, and then stopped suddenly.

“Nope, I can’t. I thought I would be able to eat it, but…” Her nose scrunched up. “I can’t.”

My smile faltered once again as I thought about the confession I had to make. My stomach was twisting in discomfort, and I was beginning to think that I should just tell her now to get rid of all the nerves.

“Ty?”

“Huh?”

“Are you sure you’re ok?”

“Um, yeah.”

“You were staring at the ground for awhile there.”

“Was I?”

I reached over to grab another piece of fruit, but my hand hit the bottom of the bowl. Maybe I had been spaced out longer than I thought.

“Yes,” she answered. Her mouth curled up into the slightest hint of a smile. “Do you want to talk about what’s going on?”

I reached up and ran my hand through my hair, twisting a couple strands around my index finger. That haircut was still badly needed.

“Um, yeah. Yeah, let’s talk about it.”

Y/N leaned over me for a moment so that she could set her empty bowl on the bedside table. I inhaled sharply when her arm brushed against mine, but hoped she didn’t notice. Not that it would matter much longer, anyway.

“What’s up?” Y/N asked, folding her hands in her lap as she did so.

I took a moment to just look at her face. Her expression was blank, although I could tell by the way that she was looking at me that she was worried. She had never been very good at hiding that.

It took me a moment to actually get any words out of my mouth. My brain was too busy trying to think of the right way to tell her. Eventually, it settled on simply blurting it all out.

“I’m leaving.”

She blinked a couple times, face falling as she did so. Her eyes were looking everywhere but at mine.

“What do you mean?”

She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and began to chew on it.

“Our label wants us to do a tour before we release the next album. We leave next week.”

She swallowed, “How long will you be gone?”

“Three months.”

“Three months?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll be right back.”

Y/N grabbed her bowl from the table and disappeared, shutting the door behind her. She still hadn’t looked at me. Maybe telling her now hadn’t been such a good idea. The nerves had just been replaced by a different kind of discomfort.

She came back upstairs a few minutes later. I could tell that she had been crying, although she tried to hide it. There was nothing I wanted more than to reach out and hug her, but it felt… wrong.

“We should do something. You know, before you leave.”

“Like what?”

She took a deep breath, “Like, um, you know… we can make it like a movie. Our last hurrah before you’re gone for three months.”

Three months. I didn’t like the way it sounded when she said it.

“Yeah. Like a movie,” I repeated.

Y/N paused for a moment. She still wouldn’t meet my eyes.

“You really leave in a week, huh?”

“Yeah.”

“When did you find out?”

“Just a few days ago. Right after we got signed.”

“Oh.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”

She shook her head, “You told me at the right time.”

“Are you sure?”

Another pause. “Yes.”

Y/N finally met my eyes and forced a smile. I know she was trying to reassure me, but I could tell that it was hard for her not to cry. Well, cry more than she already had.

It was the same way I was feeling right now.

* * *

“I told her,” I said as I scooped some pasta into a bowl.

“Told her what?” Josh asked from the other side of the counter.

“That we’re leaving.”

“How did she take it?”

I shrugged, “About as well as you’d expect.”

“How are you taking it?”

“Bad.”

I grabbed a fork and carried my lunch into the living room. Josh followed after me, carrying his own food. We sat down on the couch. He turned on the TV, but it wasn’t really for anything except background noise.

“Bad?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m sure this whole situation isn’t as bad as you think.”

“You didn’t see the look on her face, Josh.”

He opened his mouth to say something, but stopped himself.

“Just think about it: Y/N is my support system and vice versa. How are we supposed to help each other when we’re hundreds of miles apart?”

“It might not be that bad!” Josh offered. “This is our first tour; we have no idea what anything is going to be like. Besides, there’s always FaceTime and texting.”

“I guess.”

“And it’s only three months. It’s not like we’re leaving for a year with no means of communication or anything.”

“You’re right.”

I poked around at my pasta. Josh trying to put a positive spin on the whole tour situation wasn’t really doing much besides making me feel worse.

“Are you going to tell her how you feel before we leave?”

I squeezed my eyes shut, “I hadn’t even thought about that.”

“It might be a good opportunity. I mean, that way if she rejects you, then you don’t have to face her for three months.”

“Oh man.”

Josh reached over and patted me on the shoulder, “Come on, rejection isn’t that bad!”

“No, it’s not that. Can we just focus on something else?” I asked. “I don’t want to think about leaving right now.”

“Sure. Um, you want to hear about that date I went on the other day?”

“Yeah.”

Josh spent the next twenty minutes detailing the awful date he had been on the week before, which was a nice distraction from thinking about Y/N. It even managed to put a smile on my face, which had been a rare occurrence today.

“I take it you won’t be going on a second date?” I asked as I fished the final noodle out of my bowl.

“No way. I don’t even want to randomly bump into her on the street again.”

“That won’t be a problem much longer,” I sighed.

Josh placed a hand on my shoulder, “Come on, man. Let’s play some video games or something to get your mind off of this.”

“Good idea.”

Josh worked on setting up Mario Kart while I carried the dishes into the kitchen. I didn’t bother washing them yet, I could just get them all done once I finished making dinner. When I returned to the living room, Josh was waiting for me with two controllers in his hands.

“Think we can play Mario Kart on a van?” he asked.

“If we’re dedicated enough,” I laughed.

“Agreed.”

Mario Kart. That’s all I needed to worry about for now.

* * *

2:45 am.

That’s what the clock on the bedside table said.

I still hadn’t fallen asleep.

I threw the covers off of me and walked out to the kitchen. The dirty dishes from lunch with Josh were still in the sink, half full of water. Those would have to be done tomorrow. Maybe. If I ever got sleep.

I grabbed a clean glass from the cupboard and filled it with water. The faucet seemed loud compared to my silent apartment. Water splashed onto my hand. I wiped it off on my sweatpants.

Dim moonlight was filtering in through the window on the far side of the room, so I slowly wandered over to stand in it. A few cars were driving by on the street outside, their bright headlights illuminating the paint on the road in front of them. I wondered what anyone else would be doing up at this hour.

The water was cold against the back of my throat as I chugged half of the glass. It hurt just enough to distract me from all of the thoughts that had kept me from falling asleep for the last few hours, even if just for a moment. Maybe Y/N’s suggestion of changing my sleep schedule wouldn’t be such a bad idea, after all.

Y/N.

There she was, making her way through my thoughts again. I couldn’t get the picture of her face after I told her I was leaving out of my head. She had looked so upset, but I knew there was nothing I could do. Nothing that I could tell her that would make the pain go away. I was leaving and that was that.

Sometimes I wondered if it was the right choice.

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hyunsuk as your boyfriend

word count; 3.3k i’m sorry

warnings; hmm i don’t think anything but possibly swearing i can’t be sure!!

requested; no uwu i’m a new blog :)

(also to gif makers; if you don’t want me to use your gif for any reason please just tell me and i’ll remove it!! apologies in advance if that’s the case!!)

gif credit; bggon on tumblr!! please tell me if you’d like it removed :)

ok so uh let’s just give it a lil background

you decide to go out n get some new clothes bc u know. u got some extra money to spend why not

and you take some of your friends!! and you’re shopping and having a good time and everything is great

until you see this cute lil blue dress and you’re like ‘that’s The One, i need that dress……very necessary to my daily life’

so you tell your friends that you’re just gonna go find your size and they’re all “yes!! get the cute dress!! we’ll see you at the check-out!!”

so you’re about to grab the dress when you see,, the exact same dress except this time! it’s in red

so now you’re completely torn obviously because :// do you want the blue one or the red one,, they’re both cute,, but what’s gonna look nicer on you,,

and you’re just kinda stood there staring at them both because it turns out both colours have your size and now you don’t know what to do with urself

n just as your about to pout and go find one of your friends to help you pick you hear a Boy VoiceTM

and it’s just a quiet lil, “you should get the red one!”

but it makes you turn around because whom said that to you

and you see….a cute boy….just kinda smiling at you while he looks at a shirt or something,, and he smiles even bigger when you look at him and just kinda shrugs before saying, “it’s a prettier colour!!”

part of you is like ?? i’m not gonna get the red one just because a random stranger thinks it’s a cool colour

but the other part of you wins because it’s like ��:) you’re right red is a rlly cute colour :) i’ll get this one thank u fashion advice stranger”

and he smiles back at you before he turns back to the clothes he’s looking at and you know you’re supposed to just grab the dress and go now

but. you,, want the cute boy stranger to turn around again,, so u grab another random two articles of clothing and tap him on the back to be like “what about out of these two??”

and you just. keep doing it. and he keeps answering,, to the point where he doesn’t even turn around anymore because he’s giving you all his Focus

so now you have an armful of clothes that ur not gonna buy and he’s offering to carry some for u while u get them checked out and ur like “haha! of course! this is a great idea!”

and like. he isn’t dumb he knows what ur doing so he’s like. hyping himself up in his head like ‘come on!!! she’s clearly into you!! you’ve got this!! just…ask her out and if she says no! it’s all good! we’ve got this bro!’

so he takes a deep ass breath (n u think for a second that you’ve done something wrong) n is like “or…u could like idk man just…idk get the cute red dress and wear it…when i pick you up for a date…maybe like…tomorrow or something…” and in his head it sounds really smooth n nonchalant

but in reality it’s just a jumble of incoherence but you heard date and tomorrow so you’re like “yes!!!!!!!!!! yes this is Very Good i am free tomorrow pls do that” n give him your phone to save his number in

and he’d save it as ‘fashion god (a.k.a hyunsuk)’ with like fifty hearts next to it

((also as a side note you’d have to text him ur own name because he wouldn’t even ask for it in the store…… a charismatic king))

and that would be the story you’d have to give to your kids one day about how you met their dad :) very romantic

anyway! with that being said! let’s get into actually dating him

hyunsuk is a Loud Boy and is most of the time a Happy Boy

and he would constantly try and make sure that you’re feeling equally as happy as him because!! he really just hates the idea of you being upset or down

he hates it so much when your upset because of something outside of his control (like school, work, college) because he just doesn’t know how to fix it?? and he’d resort to doing really dumb stuff to get you to smile at him !! because seeing you :( makes his heart physically hurt

honestly he would melt if you did the same thing for him…..like….if you showed clear concern for him or hyped him up in anything he does the babey smile you know the one loll and feels his heart go zooooooom

i don’t think he’d actively go out of his way to show affection in public but it would definitely just happen

like. sometimes he’s just walking and the next thing he knows he’s tangling his hand with yours and giving your knuckles each a lil kiss

or you’re standing in front of him and his arms just kinda outstretch and pull you really close to him and he’s burying his face into the crook of your neck

or you’re just stood next to him minding your business when you’re tugged into his side and feel him leaving lil kisses on your cheeks while he calls you cute

all of his friends are Disgusted and beg him to not do that right in front of them 24/7 but like. he genuinely doesn’t notice until he’s already done it

however! if you initiated affection (in public) he,,,, blushes,,

in private you two are always attached somehow so it’s more unusual for you two not to be touching

his favourite form of affection would be when you were cuddling and you snuggled your face into his chest ! he’d literally go blank for a second before he’d yell something abt u being cute

i also personally see hyunsuk as someone who would wanna talk about so much all the time??? like…his mind is just buzzing with stuff all the time and he’d love having someone to share that with

and you’d have to do this late at night a lot (because of his schedule) but when he’d come to yours and if you were still awake, you’d both kinda just lay facing each other in bed with ur pinkies linked really loosely while you talked about a bunch of different stuff

they’d be long conversations too!!! you wouldn’t need to ask each other what you’d been up to that day because you’d be talking pretty much all day oof

so you’d be talking to each other about random stuff you thought of!! he’ll ask you about your views on stuff like ghosts and aliens and conspiracy theories, and you’ll get to hear his, and he’ll talk to you about his favourite songs and why they’re his favourites and he’ll really want you to explain yours too, he’d also ask dumb stuff like “do u think fish can see water” and would want a genuine answer

but overall those would go on for hours and you’d only know he was ready to finally sleep when he curled an arm around your waist to pull you closer to him

speaking of cuddling!! hyunsuk would go between being the little spoon or having you lie on his chest to sleep

he loves being the little spoon because,, it’s such a warm experience,, so safe,, and bundled up,, and he’d definitely wrap himself up in a blanket before doing it for Maximum Comfort

but! he also loves having you sleep on his chest because “you’re my baby!! you’re so small it’s where you belong!!” (even if you’re taller than him hyunsuk what) he just,, loves how close you feel to him when he knows you can hear his heartbeat and he can feel how warm you are and he can see you falling asleep and it makes him feel so !! warm inside

he’d definitely introduce you to his friends really quick into dating you lol because?? what if you guys don’t get along?? they literally mean The World to him??

but of course you would i mean. what’s not to like

and they’d tell you embarrassing stories about him (seunghun would go into immense detail of how hyunsuk talked about your first date, including an oscar worthy rendition of hyunsuk talking about your first kiss)

you’d probably tell hyunsuk that you were scared of byounggon and hyunsuk would CACKLE

he’d be like “him?? he?? he’s a Baby! he’s the Sweetest Boy!” and then place all of his efforts into getting you and byounggon to be certified best friends

and like. it would work but more because you and byounggon had to bond over who would take care of him in his chaotic inventive ways to get you and byounggon to talk and communicate (including: accidentally locking you two in the practice room so you’d talk through ‘your issues with one another’ which would literally end up with you showing byounggon dumb pictures you had of hyunsuk on your phone and him giving you music recommendations)

[a/n; using that as a way to talk about something else,, writer of the year :)] we all obviously know that hyunsuk is very music orientated as a person!!! and he wouldn’t hesitate to share that with you through either his performances, his producing, or just music he likes

he’d make multiple playlists for you that would be for different things! (songs he wants to show you, songs that remind him of you, songs he wants to you to listen to and tell him whether performing them would be a good idea etc.)

he’d also love for you to show him your favourite music because he’d personally see music sharing as something very intimate and special!!! and if you ever told him about songs that reminded you of him he might actually have a heart palpitation

but i think in general he’d wanna be involved with something you’re interested in because you supported him so much in his passion!! if you were into art, he’d wanna know all about what you were drawing/painting and he’d find cute museums to go to together! if you were into writing, he’d wanna know what you were writing about and he’d wanna find you cool notebooks and stationary to use for it! he’d just wanna involve himself in any way possible to let u know he cared about it too!!

now onto his other Big Hobby

he…is now your personal stylist…a fashion king…he will not let you change his name in your phone…

he wants to go shopping to find cool clothes all the time! and now he has someone else to take with him! and someone else to try and dress!

i know there’s like the dumb Boyfriend Trope of ‘no :( you can’t wear that because it’s revealing :(‘ but like………hyunsuk wouldn’t care lmao

he sees something he thinks you’d look cute in?? he immediately jumps to get you to try it on for him!! it’s not a weird thing he’s just a fashion king and needs everyone to know that you two are the Best Dressed Couple

speaking of which! dating hyunsuk would be such a healthy thing !

he’d be a lil heavy-handed at first just because he’s not 100% on what he’s actually supposed to be doing

but once he figures out how dating actually works, it’s over for literally everyone else

like, at first, he might get jealous quite a lot because :(( what if u find someone better :(( but then he’d kinda re-evaluate and be like ‘i could…literally talk about this…what’s stopping me…’

and then you’d have a conversation about it where you’d reassure him that he’s your man!! you like Love him and stuff!!

from then on i think dealing with issues that came up in your relationship would just,,, get easy to him??

like, you’re jealous over someone else? that’s okay, you guys can talk about it and work it out!! he’s stressed and tired and just wants alone time? he’ll explain it to you in a calm n rational way without snapping at you!! you snap at him because you’re stressed and tired and just want alone time? he understands, but he tells you to tell him next time!!

he just can’t comprehend that any of the things you two work through are actually genuine problems for other couples because?? he finds them so easy to avoid

that’s not to say you two wouldn’t argue, because like, everyone does. but arguments would just,, end so quickly because

first of all: he hates there being tension between you two, and hates the idea of upsetting you even more

and second of all: he’d calm down quick enough to talk things through calmly and discuss a good way for both of you to fix your problems

and ! the relationship would never ever feel one-sided

you’d support him so much!! you’d remind him to get sleep, and to eat and drink regularly, and to not take the criticisms too harshly because he knows how good he is

((a side note: you’d probably Go Off at some point about yg and how gross he is for being so mean and never complimenting hyunsuk because you knew it upset him and you’d be ranting and gesturing around with your hands and probably yelling a lil bit and hyunsuk would just be looking at you like (✿╹◡╹) because his heart is so warm while you’re talking about burning the yg building down for him))

and he’d support you just as much!! he’d remind you to not overthink things, and to take breaks if you had studying to do, and would call you at least once a day if his schedule was packed just to get a quick run-down on how your day was going

also, on the topic of phone calls, sometimes he’d just call you and leave the call going while he did other stuff

most of the time it’d be while he did writing or producing

but if he wanted you to ‘be there’ during his dance practices he’d facetime and just kinda,,, leave it going while him and everyone else did their routine

and you’d either be doing other stuff or watching but either way you’d hype them all up for how well they were doing

and hyunsuk is（￣ε￣ʃƪ）because oh boy!! he loves you a whole bunch

onto another topic but he’d really wanna have you meet his family only after he knew it was gonna be serious with you two !

and he’d already know his family would love you so he wasn’t stressed (you definitely were, but he was just like “no!!! they’ll love you because they love me!!!”) and from then he’d really love for you to be close to his family

but oh boy meeting your family. he’d have a heart-attack

what if they didn’t like him?? what if they thought he was a bad influence?? he couldn’t handle that

(you’d go to meet them and you’d be calming him down because “you’re literally the cutest sweetest most charming boy i have ever met?? how could anyone ever hate you??”) and he’d still be super nervous but. two minutes into being through the door he has it! he’s got ur whole family just as whipped for him as you are by the time he leaves

he’s like the meme of ‘your mum asked me to ask if you wanted to come to dinner with us at your house tonight :)’

hyunsuk is also definitely the type to wanna get you guys a couple item!! and he’d try and find something really ugly because he’d think it was funny to see your reactions to the cringy couple shirts and hoodies

but then one day he’d come over n be like “hello i have done it again!!”

and ur like “oh no. why. what did you do. i’m too young to go to prison hyunsuk pls”

and he’s all “:) no silly we finally have a couple item”

and ur immediately like. “no. i won’t have it. take it back! no more micky and minnie mouse matching hoodies!! i won’t do it and you can’t make me!!!”

but he’s like “no i promise it’s a good one this time :( please”

so u allow him one chance…..just one….to prove himself…..

and boy! does he do it!

he gets out a cute lil box n he’s chanting like a lil kid when he gives it to you and he’s like, “open it open it open it!!”

and you do and :(( it’s this cute lil locket and you look up at him like :O

and he’s grinning so big and nodding for you to open it and when you do there’s your favourite picture of him in it and you’re !! so happy that you don’t know what to do with yourself

but then he’s like “wait! that isn’t even the best part!” and he shuffles about for a second and wham! he’s wearing a matching one

and ur like :O this is the cutest thing in the entire whole wide world

but ! he opens it up and he’s grinning at u n he looks like he knows something you don’t and there!! is a picture of you where you’re in a shirt of his and the lighting’s kinda bad because you’re kinda sat up in ur bed and ur grinning real big at something

and ur like “:/ hyunsuk that is the ugliest picture of me”

he would be. genuinely offended. he would pop off ! he would be gesturing around with his hands and rambling about how “that’s so dumb??? u look so happy?? and so cute??? and it’s my favourite picture of you ever???”

from that day obviously you wouldn’t take yours off because uhm that’s so cute

but like you just think he’ll wear his when it fits in with whatever the current days LookTM is

but………he wears it All the time…..(but he does take it off to sleep n shower because he’s scared to damage it!!!)

also i firmly believe hyunsuk isn’t the type to get jealous very easily anyway, but as i said earlier he wouldn’t find talking about it difficult

like,, if there was a situation where someone was being too touchy with you and it made him uncomfortable then he’d wait until later and then tell you kinda like, “hi idk what u think of this but it just made me kinda uncomfy :// can we talk abt it” and you would !! and you’d find something that worked for both of you !!

i mean hyunsuk really is like. that boyfriend

i know this is super long already so i’m gonna go into a quick fire bit;

he would completely and totally buy you chapsticks whenever he saw any !! like now he just buys two of each as a natural reaction to seeing them

leaves u notes if he has to leave early however they’re not like ‘ily see u later mwah’ they’re more like dumb jokes he thinks of or drawings of weird animal combinations he thinks of

totally accidentally steals the covers in the night if you guys move away from each so he buys you the cutest most fluffy blanket he can find as an apology

also!! his kisses would be the best ever?? he loves giving you lil cheek and forehead kisses 24/7

has to give you one (1) kiss every time you have to leave and one (1) kiss every time he sees you

but he gives you two (2) kisses every single time you compliment him!!!

overall! i think hyunsuk would be one of the most relaxed and easy-going ((and best but you didn’t hear that from me)) boyfriends anyone could ever have

thank you for coming to my ted-talk

#this was just something to get started if anyone sees it lol #ygtb scenarios #ygtb imagines #yg treasure box scenarios #yg treasure box imagines #ygtb reactions #yg treasure box reactions #:)) uwu thank you if you read it #writings//

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Heartbeat: A Fragile Reminder

TITLE: Heartbeat: A Fragile Reminder

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 31 / ?

AUTHOR: brightsun-and-dark midnight

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki falling in love with a Midgardian and his words to Thor about Jane during Dark World coming back to haunt him. “It would be a heartbeat. You would never be ready.”

RATING: M for Mature

NOTES/WARNINGS: ~▪︎~FOR THE WHOLE STORY~▪︎~

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Check Masterlist. It's going to be a long read. I try to keep each chapter around 3,000 words.

My Ao3: brightsun_and_darkmidnight

!-!TRIGGER WARNING(S)!-!

So many triggers, read ALL of them!

Swearing. Angst. Death. Depression. Violence. Self-harm. Regret. Carelessness for safety. Doubts. Torture. NSFW. Smut. Fluff. And Of Course- Mischief.

Summary: Recovery and Discovery

~ ~ ENJOY ~ ~

Everyone followed Eir. Alicia was drawing, her hand slowed and Emma observed the image. Then held it out. Loki grabbed it immediately. Alicia held Marcibeth as Luit approached, the smirk on his face was the trademark of his teasing. Edward was in the background.

Alicia stared at the wall as if she was going to melt it.

Loki went to Alicia's side and she blinked, "I feel like… like I should know something. Like the knowledge gives me confidence but I'm just unsure about something."

Loki stroked her hair, "everything is going to be alright."

Alicia was handed the vision and she glared at it, "I swear I am so over those people." Emma took the drawing and eased her back onto the bed. Loki helped Emma make sure Alicia stayed covered as she searched the room, "where is Marci?"

Emma pushed Alicia down with a single hand pushing on her chest, "She was escorted out. She had you in the cuffs for roughly an hour and went so far as to lock the entry points." Alicia tried to get free but Emma easily kept her hand there, "Alicia you are lucky. I still don't understand HOW you managed to be alert when we came in."

Alicia's eyes locked on her hand that was trying to pry Emma's off. Loki recognized the thumb ring as one he bought her for more casual days. Alicia explained Marcibeth put a spell on it and it helped. Loki locked eyes with Emma and Eir.

Eir casually asked, "what was the spell?"

Alicia gave up on trying to sit up and rolled her wrists with grimaces, "I don't know. She whispered to the ring and her handwriting is terrible so I couldn't read it." Alicia was staring at her ring, "she is my sister and whatever it was, it helped."

Loki held his hand out and asked to examine the ring. Loki let his Seder examine the spell and it was definitely a spell from Luit's family. Despite the uneasy feeling in his stomach, Loki smiled and gently ran his thumb over the ring, "your sister cares about you. It is a protection spell. Keep it on."

Eir commanded, "Alicia you should try to rest more, there are people here to help you order some food. Emma will tend to your pains. We will be back in a few moments."

It was quiet on the way to a meeting room. Only their footsteps were heard among everyone. Still no one said a word until the door was closed and after everyone sat down within the meeting room for after medical procedures.

Loki pointed to the recent drawing, "Asgard. Join. Ship. That is what the other healers said. There are no ships here. She is never going to join Luit."

Valkyrie asked, "Well how is this her worst vision?"

"Do not forget anything can change now that she has her vision in her dreams." Eir closed her eyes with a frustrated sigh as she paused looking through a book, "Emma has found information on this. Just be quiet."

Loki clenched his teeth, closed his eyes and pinched the skin on his wrist. How could her sister do that, to force Loki to break the cuffs. Alicia's wrists had mild damage but even with her wrists healed there was still pain. At Least, Loki did not have to worry about Marcibeth and those damn cuffs that were damaged beyond use. They were a Midgardian version, similar to Luit.

Loki was pulled out of his thoughts noticing Eir's voice and observed how her finger went over the script. "Some witches are able to affect the future, the moments after the worst vision... Usually only trapped inside the witch's dreams and only the contracted healer can see them - if that is the case the vision will change in the Witch's mind to some degrees. It can also be the witch's eyes have been lost and they use their visions to see. Present visions once eyesight is lost can result in the witch changing the future to varying degrees. All of this information was already recorded, it is why Emma was able to tell us the vision is in her dreams."

Loki studied the writing in one style of handwriting. Emma's hand writing, "How was that information recorded?"

Eir turned to the next pages with different handwriting stained with blood, "intelligent healers."

Jane eyes the page and visibly paled. "Those people died?"

Thor looked at Jane then Eir…

Eir closed the book, "Healers sign a special contract with the Oracle to let the future play out as naturally as possible. If a healer gives any knowledge as to what the worst vision is, they are forced to keep the secrets. It is thanks to the sacrifices we know more about witches and visions."

A silence lingered in the air. Loki thanked all healers before this moment for their sacrifice.

After the moment of silence everyone agreed not to ask Emma about a thing. Eir found another little snippet that only healers could see the visions and was guarded by the contract even in their mind, a courtesy by the Oracle.

Eir quickly asked, "Loki, what was the spell on that ring?"

Loki closed his eyes briefly, "It is a protection spell, an enchantment. It heals magic, to slow the flow. It is Luit's special protection spell from his touch, but the wearer can not use magic against the caster."

Jane exaggerated the roll of her wrist, "so it is a trap?"

Loki's hands fisted, "Exactly. I suspect Marcibeth is some sort of descendant of Luit. Only his family's blood can use it. Which might be the Asgard part of this vision."

Thor growled, "and she is out, Norns know where. We can't question her."

Valkyrie spoke up, "well, let's hope Marcibeth has no bad intentions."

Eir was getting other books on bloodlines, "we need to figure out both of their ancestors. I hope we have the documentation of her ancestors information. We will get her tested and have the specialists look at this." Eir pushed the book aside after a quick look. "Alicia is in Emma's hands…"

Thor put his hands on the table, "Yeah well...Let's hope she keeps her safe." Thor's eye met Loki's, "to be the reason royalty dies is punishable in extreme measures."

Eir stood and put the books back on the shelf, "I am sure Emma will do nothing to make Alicia weak. Successful healers know what their witch needs and Emma has proven herself repeatedly that she is studying hard." Eir's lips pulled into a small smile… "Emma is stubborn, resourceful, and careful… Alicia is headstrong and an extraordinarily hard worker. They work well together by pushing the other to new levels." Eir's eyes lifted and her back straightened, "I am going to see how Alicia is doing. Elders are already on the way to see the soulforge."

Eir walked out after excusing herself. Loki followed and again, they said nothing to each other. Eir and Loki went to the healing rooms.

"Alicia I swear on the NORNS! -If you do not rest, I will restrain you."

"I am going to talk about my mission request. Emma move."

Loki's eyes shifted between the two then to Eir as she told Alicia to rest. Alicia groaned but sat on the bed. Alicia asked for a spell book then. Emma denied the request but turned the TV on. Emma held Alicia's hands and the glowing gold flowed into her wrists. When the flow stopped Emma turned and muttered about Alicia's stubbornness then at the door she turned quickly and told her to stay in bed.

Alicia rolled her eyes as Loki sat in a chair by the bed.

Alicia muttered, "This is a cursed tower."

Loki smiled brushing hair back, "How about a little vacation?"

Alicia snorted, "Emma would make a serious attempt at both of our deaths. I also put in the mission request."

Loki clenched his jaw and closed his eyes so he would not glare. He felt soft fingers and the light scratches of her nails. Eyes opened to see her wincing then Loki held her elbows and leaned back. He told her to relax, she made him a deal to get the team together and have a video conference. He told her to not give Emma anymore trouble.

She smirked, "I will."

Loki told Emma to have fun on the way out. The team was already heading to Alicia's room. Emma was arguing about Alicia trying to heal herself. Alicia threw her hands in the air and tried to hide the pain with a grit of teeth. Emma chided her about pain and how there was a healing schedule for her due to her magic getting back in order.

Emma's finger pointed at the stubborn woman, "Alicia I will put you to sleep."

"Am I too difficult for you?"

Emma kept her mouth shut as she laughed. "As soon as your little meeting is over you are eating and going to sleep."

"Yes, mom."

Emma's throat rumbled as she walked past the team.

Alicia smiled at the team and asked when they were going on the mission. Tony informed her that they would be going without her. Peter knew the room he was in during the ambush and they will search it for an entrance. Alicia protested but Steve said it was Eir's restrictions for the next week. Peter apologized but Alicia stayed silent as she stared at her hands.

"It's ok."

Emma came back with a soup, bread, and smoothie. Alicia groaned like some child but Emma told her if she ate all of the she could have some fish-without Asgardian herbs. Alicia ate with a pout. Everyone knew Alicia hated missing out on missions, especially considering her father. Loki stayed when everyone left.

"You don't need to stay. It is boring as hell here."

Loki took the spoon of of her hand, "I see you struggling. You need to rest your hands." Loki smiled holding a spoonful up to her mouth, "sooner you heal the sooner you get out of this bed. Good girl." Loki saw how Alicia smiled after she took the whole offering in her mouth. As he fed her she held his eyes, sucked on his fingers each time he gave her a piece of bread that was dipped in the broth. Loki chuckled as he offered the last bit of smoothie to her. He saved a few pieces of bread to cover the taste. As she was sucking on his fingers after the last piece Emma cleared her throat.

"I am glad to see you are resting because I fully expected you two to be taking advantage of being alone." Emma said loudly to keep Alicia quiet, "ANYWAY. I had some food brought here. Enough for Loki and a little bit of fish for you as well. Thor and a few Asgardians will be here soon...so keep behaving." Emma pointed her fingers between the two, sent a mother's warning glare before walking out.

Loki fed Alicia some of his own food after she ate all of her fish. They ate together as Alicia said she felt odd as she could eat so much. Admitting to not eating anything before this moment but it was like she was replenishing magic. Loki had a feeling it was similar to when he needed the extra energy after a day of too much Seder use. Everything about her changes in eating made sense, noticing how she usually only had a few bites when they first met and how she ate plates more once she started training with Emma

Eir, Thor, Emma, and Elders came in. Alicia was put back on the soulforge and the elders examined the information. Alicia laid still and silent as they went through the information. Loki noticed how Alicia was emotionless through the whole thing. Her face was pale, blank and her eyes were dull.

An elder woman spoke up, "I am sure there are no mistakes but we will get her to the one in Asgard soon enough for a better image." The image disappeared and the woman smiled at Alicia as she helped her up, "we will see each other again."

Loki let Emma guide Alicia back to her room. Alicia seemed to be in a daze as Emma gave permission for Loki to stay. Loki sat beside the bed and held her hand.

When she finally spoke it was monotone as if she was undecided on how to react, "I don't understand." Then she laughed, "how could I? Neither of my parents said a thing. None of my family did." She looked at Loki and he saw the tears threatening to spill, "I grew up surrounded by family until my vision." She turned her head towards the ceiling and kept her eyes open, "everyone left once I drew things that happened later on." The tears fell as she gripped Loki's hand, "everyone leaves."

"Well Love.. you are stuck with me. Till the end of our lives."

Her nostrils flared as she exhaled quickly with a grim smile, "we didn't have that official ceremony."

"Alicia you are the only one for me." Then her eyes met his and his heart broke at how ragged the battlefield of her mind was. He smiled, "we kind of told the King… So it is basically Official."

Alicia rolled her eyes with a smile. The last few tears fell as she replied, "perhaps you are the one stuck with me."

Loki wiped the tear trails away, "blessed. I am blessed with you." Loki kissed her forehead "go to bed Love before Emma decides to remove me." When Loki tried to sit in the chair Alicia tried to pull him but winced. Loki eased her hands away "I do not want to hurt you, this chair is actually quite comfortable." Loki felt her shield behind him and pushed him closer, "love, you need to sleep. To rest."

"I will, but I need someone to hold me. I doubt Emma is going to volunteer.."

The shield disappeared and Loki sighed, "as soon as you are asleep I will move to that chair."

Well… when Alicia woke up Loki was still asleep. She smiled with a whisper, "God of Lies.."

Alicia laid still and watched some boring TV news. The door opened and Loki's grumble as he rolled away from her had both Alicia and Emma sharing amused faces. Alicia felt the bed shift as Loki stood up. He went to the window and tried to stifle a yawn.

Emma held her hands out and Alicia displayed hers. The sensation was soothing and took the ache and sting away for a little. Emma helped Alicia sit up moved the table to Alicia and watched Alicia take the medication before she left. Alicia's pain eased little by little as the medication took effect.

Alicia took her own fork while Loki ate his own food. He eyed her but she claimed she would be fine. There were stabs of pain as she moved her wrists or even moved her fingers wrong. But the pain that had her gasp were surges of magic. There was a loud yell for help as Alicia clutched her chest.

The food table moved away as she was eased backwards. Tears pricked her eyes as she tried to breathe but it felt like her body was filled with something that constricted her air. She felt Seder working around her chest but she was hyperventilating from fear. She heard Emma telling her to breathe slowly, to focus on that only. Alicia tried but her heart felt like it was going to collapse on itself which had her breath caught in her throat. Her mind was racing but no thoughts other than breathing were present. Her body was becoming numb from the amount of pain coursing through her.

Emma's hands were cupping her face as she stood at the head of the bed. Alicia's mind relaxed, she couldn't think of anything other than the darkness. The calm, silent, and still darkness. Emma forced her mind to it's safe space from everything. The space she went to block out everything.

Everything was getting fuzzy and bright. Alicia let the vision happen.

Alicia watched many scenes play in her mind.

Marcibeth got Marcus out of a place and she gave him to some of the Avengers. Luit and Edward in custody. Alicia rushing to find her sister… then she felt terrible as she seen her fight her own sister. Then Marcibeth going with Edward and Luit on a ship.

Alicia felt her mind being forced from those thoughts and she did not feel as much physical pain. However, the visions were too fast and it felt like they weren't in order.

A family and challenges.

Seeing other worlds and new beings

Extreme pain form years of torture.

Alicia's child in her arms then a future with no children at all.

Alicia's funeral.. other funerals.

Happiness.

Loki's face worried. They were in some sort of, building? Alicia knew they would be alright but left Loki to worry.

Death.

A silhouette of a large figure.

Darkness enveloped her in a comforting embrace. There were so many possibilities. Good, bad..a mixture.

A soft murmuring in the room. Alicia opened her eyes. Eir was talking to others. Alicia felt puffs of air on her head, the feeling was welcomed due to the coolness but it smelt weird. Her eyes met Emma's exhaustion with eyes threatening to close.

Emma panted, "You are so ridiculously… challenging."

"Sorry?"

Emma laughed with big breaths as she stood with the help of others.

Eir stood over Alicia, "your body was going into your worst vision but your mind could not keep up. It could be a result of being in the cuffs too long. Do you remember what you could see.. feel?"

Alicia bit her lip then rolled it out of the grasp of her teeth. "I'm not sure. There were… so many ways it turned out."

Eir nodded, "maybe another time." Eir glanced at Emma slumped in the chair, "probably not soon though."

Alicia observed no one helping her, "help her."

Eir gave Alicia a serious look that was worse than Emma's, "It is best to leave her rest on her own."

Eir stepped back and the other healers went outside.

#chapter 31 #loki #Heartbeat: A Fragile Reminder #brightsun-and-darkmidnight #check triggers #check description

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