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[hiisheart]

( new tag dump pt2! ) pt1

[movedrawr]

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[jinisnuggets]

ꜱᴛʀᴀʏ ᴋɪᴅꜱ (ᴏᴛ3) ꜰɪɴᴅꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜱ/ᴏ ɪꜱ ɪɴᴊᴜʀᴇᴅ

ᴾᵃⁱʳⁱⁿᵍˢ: ˡᵉᵉ ᵏⁿᵒʷ, ʰᵃⁿ, ˢᵉᵘⁿᵍᵐⁱⁿ ˣ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

ᴳᵉⁿʳᵉ: ᶠˡᵘᶠᶠ, ᵃⁿᵍˢᵗʸ, ᴴᵉᵃᵈᶜᵃⁿⁿᵒⁿˢ, ˢᵐᵃᵘ

ᵂᵃʳⁿⁱⁿᵍˢ: ʰᵒˢᵖⁱᵗᵃˡ ⁱⁿʲᵘʳⁱᵉˢ, ˢʷᵉᵃʳⁱⁿᵍ, ʰᵃʳᵐ,

ˢʸⁿᵒᵖˢⁱˢ: ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵃ ˢᵉʳⁱᵒᵘˢ ⁱⁿʲᵘʳʸ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵐᵉᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵏᵉᵉᵖ ⁱᵗ ˢᵉᶜʳᵉᵗ, ᵇᵘᵗ ᵈⁱᵈⁿ'ᵗ ᵉˣᵖᵉᶜᵗ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵇᵒʸᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈ ᵗᵒ ᶠⁱⁿᵈ ᵒᵘᵗ ˢᵒ ᶠᵃˢᵗ

ᴬ/ⁿ: ᵗʰⁱˢ ʷᵃˢ ʳᵉqᵘᵉˢᵗᵉᵈ ᵇᵘᵗ ᴵᵗ ᵖᵒˢᵗᵉᵈ ʷʰᵉⁿ ⁱᵗ ʷᵃˢ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ⁱⁿ ᵐʸ ᵈʳᵃᶠᵗˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵒ ᴵ ˢᵉⁿᵗ ⁱᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒʳⁱᵍⁱⁿᵃˡ ᵃˢᵏᵉʳ ᴵ ᵇᵉˡⁱᵉᵛᵉ 😭 , ᴵ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ᴵᵗ'ˢ ᵃˡʳⁱᵍʰᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵖᵒˢᵗ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ʳⁿ.

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐨

When he got a call from the local hospital, he was quick to assume they had the wrong number, however he still picked up in order to inform them of the mistake, and when he heard a voice on the other end start to speak, he waited for them to finish the contact information before talking.

“Hello, I wanted to inform you that you possibly have the wrong number, I don't have any health issues and neither do any of my close relatives, so I believe this is a mistake, but thank you for your hard work, it is very appreciated.”

The other end stayed silent for a moment before verifying, “This is Lee Minho, is that correct?” Minho stayed quiet for a moment before speaking, “Yes, that's me- what happened?”

After the clarification, the doctor introduced themselves and explained the situation that had him very much on edge, and hearing what actually happened didn't make it any better.

“Wait- Y/n got into a car accident..?”

“Unfortunately, but luckily it wasn't a very serious crash so they came out with few injuries, although they aren't minor, they aren't major either so they should recover in a couple of weeks to possibly months.”

By that point, Minho had been pacing around the same spot for a decent amount of time, sweat running down his forehead as he bit his thumb nail, reacting quickly and reaching out for his car keys and wallet.

“I'm on my way, please keep them safe until I get there.”

The person on the other end nodded, but for confirmation muttered a small ‘of course’ in order to assure him that you were in good hands.

He didn't have time to ask about the injuries you had, the only thing he wanted to do by that point was see you and that was really it, he didn't think to ask nor did he really care to ask at the moment of it, the question hadn't come to his head until he started driving and had already hung up, in which he found himself banging his head against the steering wheel in complete disappointment to himself, quickly speeding up the pace in order to get to his loved one faster.

𝐉𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠

Jisung had been eating lunch in his car, he was lazy so he just stopped by some fast food restaurant and ordered a meal to go, so that's how he ended up in his car in a random parking lot, looking at all the passing cars as he ate the burrito he had ordered.

He had seen a couple of ambulances drive by but he hadn't thought much of them, it was normal to see an ambulance drive off during regular times of day so there wasn't anything suspicious about it.

He stayed in his car for a while and finished up his burrito, jamming to the music that played from his playlist. Right as he was picking up his trash he noticed his phone ringing, it was off as he wasn't the type to get calls often, so he looked at the contact and recognized the number as the local hospital's, it also had it on the contact name, he automatically assumed that maybe his parents needed to under-go some type of surgery and picked up.

“Hello, are we talking to Han Jisung at the moment?” The voice on the other line said, Jisung was scared so the only thing that came out of his mouth was a simple ‘mhm.’

“Perfect, I'm a doctor at the local Seoul Department Hospital, I have a few things to tell you about L/n Y/n.”

“Y/n!? Why are they at the hospital!?” He couldn't help but raise his voice a little, not because he was mad but because he was terrified. What was his beloved doing in a place like the hospital? From what he last knew you didn't have any mental conditions, which meant one of two things, you got injured or you just went for a check up and found some sort if emergency cause making you need surgery, which made him immediately reject the other option.

“Yes, L/n has twisted their ankle in what we can only assume was a fall, we don't have the full story yet as they've been undergoing treatment for the damaged bone.”

“That happened!?” Jisung was in disbelief, turning on his car and driving off in the way of the hospital.

“I'm on my way, please take care of Y/n for me.”

𝐒𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐦𝐢𝐧

He was cooking whenever he noticed a number calling him, being the man he is, he obviously declined the call.

He hadn't seen the number and assumed it was a spam caller, so he chose to ignore it and decline the call. It wasn't until the number called a second time that he realized this wasn't a spam caller, so he picked up and got off to hang up if anything felt off or suspicious.

“Hello, are we speaking with Kim Seungmin?” A female voice asked from the other end, Seungmin felt uneasy and took a look at the contact information, seeing that it had the name of “Local Hospital”

Seungmin’s initial and continued thought was, of course, ‘scammer’ but he let the call proceed. “Yes, this is Kim Seungmin.” he responded.

“Okay, if it's okay for me to take a few minutes of your time, I would like to talk to you about some comments regarding L/n Y/n.”

Now Seungmin's mind went to ‘blackmailer’ and he was about to hang up the call when the same female voice continued.

“So, L/n has sprained their ankle while playing a sport, and it's not serious but it will take quite a bit to recover, so we wanted to know your relationship with the patient because they've got you listed as an emergency contact.”

Seungmin stayed silent, not because he was suspicious of any activity, but because he was genuinely concerned and trying to come up with the best thing to do in this scenario.

“I'm her boyfriend, could I have a few more details on their injuries?” Seungmin questioned, leaning over to pick up his shoes and slide them on, packing a bit of the pasta that he had been preparing and picking up his car keys.

“As mentioned, they sprained their ankle while they were playing some sort of sport, the theory is that they had landed badly on their leg and the pressure caused a bone malfunction causing the result of a sprain.”

“Okay, thank you very much, I'll be on my way.”

Seungmin thanked the nurse and despite his quiet and calm demineer, he was literally screaming and panicking on the inside.

[mandiemegatron]

ꜱᴀᴅ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ꜱɪɴɴᴇʀ

ʟᴀᴅꜱ ʙᴏʏꜱ (ᴍɪɴᴜꜱ ꜱʏʟᴜꜱ) x ᴄɪꜱꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ; ʜᴇʟʟᴀ ꜱᴀᴅ. ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴜᴛ ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴜʀᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ.

ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ; ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍᴄ. ᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙʟᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ (ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀꜱ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴘʀᴇᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ), ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢꜱ ᴏꜰ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ, ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜꜱʏ, ʜᴜʀᴛ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢꜱ, ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛꜱ, ᴜɴʀᴇQᴜɪᴛᴇᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ᴍɪꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇꜱ, ᴍɪꜱᴜɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢꜱ, ᴍᴄ ɪꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴠᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ.

♡ ᴘʟᴀʏʟɪꜱᴛ ♡ ; ɢᴇɴᴇꜱɪꜱ ɪɪ / ʀᴀʏᴇ ;; ꜱᴏʙᴇʀ / ᴘ!ɴᴋ ;; ꜰᴀᴠᴏᴜʀɪᴛᴇ ᴄʀɪᴍᴇ / ᴏʟɪᴠɪᴀ ʀᴏᴅʀɪɢᴏ ;; ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ / ᴀʟᴏᴋ, ᴀʟɪᴅᴀ

ᴬ/ᴺ ; ᴵ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᴵ ᵒʷᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ᵃ ˢᵉᶜᵒⁿᵈ ᵖᵃʳᵗ ᵗᵒ ᴸᵒˢⁱⁿᵍ ᵀʰᵉ ᵂᵃʳ ᵇᵘᵗ ᴵ'ᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ʰᵉˡˡᵃ ᵈᵉᵖʳᵉˢˢᵉᵈ ˡᵃᵗᵉˡʸ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵃᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵉᵉˡⁱⁿᵍˢ ᵒᵘᵗ, ˢᵒ ᴵ ᵖᵘᵗ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ˢⁱᵗᵘᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ. ᶜᵒⁿᵗⁱⁿᵘᵒᵘˢˡʸ ᵗʰᵃⁿᵏᶠᵘˡ ᶠᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃˡˡ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰⁱˢ ˢᵖᵃᶜᵉ ᵗᵒ ʷʳⁱᵗᵉ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵐʸ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠᵉᵉˡⁱⁿᵍˢ 🥺💖 ˢᵒʳʳʸ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ⁱⁿᶜᵒᵐⁱⁿᵍ ᵖᵃⁱⁿ !

ᴀ ᴍᴀꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ʙᴇᴛᴀ, ᴍᴏꜱꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴘʜᴇɴᴏᴍᴇɴᴀʟ. ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇꜱᴛɪᴇ 💖

ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴇᴘꜱᴘᴀᴄᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴍᴇ, ɴᴏᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ꜰʀᴇᴇ ᴜꜱᴇ!

ZAYNE ;

After a few (what you assumed were) lunch dates with Zayne, you'd finally tried to find the strength to properly ask him out for a real date. Making yourself look as presentable as possible, you mustered all your courage before heading down to the hospital, a small note in your pocket that you'd spent nearly the entire night writing up to give to Zayne.

“Oh, Y/N! Nice to see you!”

You spun on your toes as you went to take a corner, flashing Dr. Grayson a grin and a small wave as you replied lightly,

“You too, Dr. Grayson! Another day in paradise, eh?”

The brown haired man gives a small shake of his head, a flash of a grin on his lips as he gently chuckles out, “Oh, you know it.” He then asks, “You here to see Dr. Zayne?”

You give a light nod before smiling again and joking, “It is Tuesday, isn't it?”

Dr. Grayson laughs and waves you off before walking in the opposite direction, calling over his shoulder, “Take it easy, Y/N!”

The second you get on the elevator, anxiety begins to eat away at your stomach. Your fingers fiddle with themselves as you watch the numbers climb, the soft beep of each passing floor causing a chill to slowly crawl up your back. Taking a deep breath, you steady yourself as you step out the second the elevator stops and the door slides open.

You're not five steps from Zayne’s office when your phone vibrates once. Your heart immediately sinks as you take in the text from none other than Zayne.

Zayne: Y/N, I'm so sorry but I'll have to cancel our lunch for today. I have much on my plate at the moment but I'm happy to reschedule for next Tuesday, if that works for you.

You sighed and debated just knocking on the door anyways, thinking it would be easy to pretend that you didn't see his text-

Your brain short circuits as you hear his door lock. Muffled and low, you can barely make out Zayne speaking and you take the few steps to stand outside his door, curiosity and hurt sinking through your entire body as you press your ear near the door.

You feel like throwing up when you hear a low groan from him, and a more high pitched sound from a woman that was clearly not you, followed by shuffling and more sounds that break your heart into a million pieces. Taking a shaky step away from the door, you place a hand over your mouth as bile burns in your chest, crawling up your throat until you finally turn away and nearly run back to the elevator.

The second the door slides shut and closes you in the small space, angry tears run down your face and you fight the urge to throw a fist into one of the mirrored walls surrounding you. Your tears mock you in your reflection, taunting you and making you feel like a fucking fool as they slide down your cheeks carelessly.

As the numbers get closer to the ground floor, you sniffle and try to wipe the blackened streaks from under your eyes and you sighed heavily when it seemed just to make you look racoon-ish. Reaching into your side bag, you slapped on your sunglasses and made quick steps to the front door the second the elevator opened for you.

You're thankful that no one you know was working the front desk as you take long strides towards the front doors. You almost run out as they slide open, the mechanical sounds in the doors echoing in your ears as you take the left and head towards the city trains.

You feel numb as you step onto the arriving train about twenty minutes later, uncaring as to where it was going as you hid yourself in the very back. You slipped your earbuds in and unlocked your phone to open your music app when you froze, taking in the multiple missed texts and two missed calls from Zayne.

Zayne: I hope you're not too disappointed. I promise to make it up to you. There's a new place down the street that just opened a week ago. I was thinking we could check it out next tuesday.

Zayne: I just bumped into Dr. Grayson, you were here? Why didn't you come to my office? I always have time for you, no matter how busy I am.

-missed call-

Zayne: Y/N? Did something happen? Please get back to me as soon as you can.

-missed call-

You stare at the screen with contempt and bitterness as you think back to the last few months you'd spent making time for Zayne. The small smirks, the little gestures he gave, the way he seemed to stare directly into your soul - it didn't mean what you thought it did.

You felt like a joke.

Taking a deep breath, you finally replied,

You: I… don't think it would be a good idea to hangout anymore. I don't think your girlfriend would like that.

You then put your phone into airplane mode before you press play on your music, letting your eyes fall shut as you overthink every single interaction you had with Zayne.

Unbeknownst to you, Zayne stares down at your text with a heavy heart, realizing he may have come across in the complete opposite way that he'd meant to. MC leans over his shoulder with a raised eyebrow, slipping her shirt back on before she asks,

“Is that Y/N? I thought you guys were going to lunch?”

Zayne sighs and places his phone down before leaning down slightly to pepper her face with soft kisses.

“I think I've lost a friend, my love.”

Mc frowns and looks down at his phone again, taking in your text with a sad expression before pulling Zayne into a tight hug.

“... I think she likes you.” She murmurs into his chest before pulling back to frown slightly as she continues, “Which is unfortunate for her because you're mine.”

Zayne’s lips twitch up slightly at her words and he goes to respond when he's silenced by MC pulling him into a heavy kiss. Her eyes are sad when she pulls back but she's determined as she bites out, “You're mine and I'm yours. She can't have you.”

Zayne hides a small smile behind more butterfly kisses to MC's forehead and cheeks as he murmurs softly,

“Don't worry… she never will.”

XAVIER ;

He'd been a regular at your work for the last six months, always coming in at the same time every other day to get the exact same thing - a chocolate croissant, a simple latte, and an offer for a bite to eat sometime.

“Are you ever going to give up?” You joke, handing Xavier his latte and bagged up croissant with a small smile, your cheeks tinted a light blush.

“Don't worry, I'll ask you again next time. One day, you'll say yes.” His fingers brush against yours as he takes the cup from your hand, flashing you a grin of his own before he heads over to the corner of the cafe to snack.

“You should just stay yes already!” Your one coworker chirped, little hearts in her eyes as she takes the blonde boy in. You give a slight shrug before brushing your hair behind your ears and going back to restocking your flavor shots. “You should do it soon, you never know if someone else is going to catch his attention!”

At those words, you idly wonder to yourself before shaking your head, pursing your lips to the side before you murmur, “... Maybe one day.”

The next time Xavier came in, you slid his usual order to him the second he got up to the counter, which he gratefully took over to his normal table before coming back over to pay. You waved him off, ignoring the soft giggles and whispering from your two coworkers behind you as you mentioned,

“Don't worry about it, it’s on me!”

Xavier tilted his head slightly, lowering his hand holding the cash as he asked,

“But why? I don't mind paying-”

You gave him a soft smile before rolling your eyes jokingly and motioned over to his small table with a quick nod of your head. “Why don't you look at your to-go cup and maybe you'll figure it out for yourself.”

Xavier raises an eyebrow with a small smile of his own, the tips of his ears burning slightly as he slid a little tip towards you. “For you. Thank you Y/N.” You give him another little nod as you pick up the bill and slide it into the shared tips cup behind the counter.

You watch out of the corner of your eye as Xavier lifts his cup and turns it til he sees your little message -

Dinner tonight? xxx-xxx-xxxx y/n number ♡

His cheeks burn bright red as he puts it down and pulls his phone from his pocket. Not a minute later, your phone buzzes in your back pocket and you excuse yourself from your cleaning, letting your one coworker take over as you hide in the back office for a moment.

You pull out your phone and see a message from an unknown number. You open it and snicker gently to yourself at the contents -

Unknown number: Only if I can pick U up from work. Ur done at 4:30, right? I'll be here for 4:45 :) U like KBBQ?

You immediately save Xavier’s number, grinning as you reply,

Me: I love kbbq!!! You better not be late 🥰

You slide your phone back into your pocket as you leave the tiny office. You close the door behind yourself and turn the corner to get behind the counter once more, only to look up and see Xavier smiling at you with his cheek resting in his palm. You blush and roll your eyes again, a small grin on your face as you tuck a few stray strands of hair behind your ear.

You threw him a little wink, opening your mouth to say something only to snap shut as the rush suddenly began, people piling in one after the other. Your eyes connected for a single moment before yours were torn from him to help the sudden onslaught of customers.

When the rush finally settled, you glanced over at Xavier's table only to see it empty, your heart sinking slightly as a soft sigh escapes your nose.

Your phone buzzes and you quickly check it, grinning as you see Xavier's text.

Xavier: ill see U soon. Gunna go nap for a bit

Xavier: dont look so sad.

You glanced up but didn't see him, shaking your head slightly before sliding your phone back into your pocket and getting back to refilling the now empty flavour shots.

When your shift end finally came around, you excitedly texted Xavier.

Me: freedom !!! ✨️

Me: ill see you soon?? I'm waiting outside 🥰

4:40 came around.

Then 4:45.

Then 4:50.

5:00.

5:15.

You finally sent off another text, wondering why he was half an hour late without saying anything.

Me: Xavier?? You alive?? 😭

5:20.

5:30.

5:40.

You sigh through your nose, hoping to god you weren't being stood up.

5:55.

You frown and turn to look inside your work, seeing your two worried coworker's standing behind the counter, throwing you anxious glances every now and then while serving the few customers going in and out.

Your heart sank into the ground as 6:00 rolled around with no response. You pulled out your phone and sighed again, this time a little irritated at waiting for so long.

Me: well I hope you're okay. I'm heading home. Let's reschedule I guess?

You throw your coworkers a wave over your shoulder before you pull your headphones out and slide them in your ears, turning on your dance music playlist, knowing that would pull you out of your thoughts long enough to get to the train station in one piece.

The second you walked into your home, you threw your side bag down and grabbed a beer from the fridge, cracking it open and taking a long chug before slamming the can down on the counter top with a hurt comment of, “What the fuck, man…”

You sat on your couch with your beer, content to drink your sadness away for the evening. You kept checking your phone, still seeing no response from Xavier and you finally just threw your phone onto the other end of the couch. Curling into a comfortable position, you turned on some trashy TV and let your eyes fall shut.

Today was the end of day 6 since Xavier had come in and you were starting to get worried. No responses through text, calls not going through, you almost felt like at this point, he was avoiding you. You sighed to yourself and finally shut the cafe down, turning off the open sign and locking the door before moving onto doing a good wipe down, sweep, and mop.

You're half way through mopping the floor when the heavy thunderstorm starts, distracting you enough to see someone who looked too much like Xavier running past the cafe, soaked to the bone and seeming panicked. You quickly unlocked the door and threw it open, screaming his name over the crash and rumble coming from the sky.

He didn't hear, continuing to run on and taking a right down an alleyway not a street down. You took a deep breath and quickly locked up before running after him. Worry began to eat at you - what if he was hurt? Or what if he was in trouble? And why the fuck has he not reaponded to any of your texts? As you took the same right he did, you stopped to a skidding halt as you took in the sight just a few feet away.

Xavier held a woman in his arms, both of them dressed in Hunters uniforms, their lips pressed against each other as the rain poured heavily from the sky. You quickly took a few steps back and leaned against the wall facing the streets outside of the alley, not wanting to believe what you'd just seen.

Was it all just a game to him?

Your coworker's words rang out in your ears as your heart sank, wishing you'd just taken the chance with him while you'd had it sooner.

Looking to the weeping sky, you took a deep breath and decided to leave, ignoring the footsteps that seemed to echo in your head, not realizing there were two extra sets walking out of the alley.

“Huh? Y/N?”

You didn't hear Xavier, simply continuing on to go back to the cafe and finish your closing takes so you could head home.

“Y/N? Who's that?” A feminine voice echoed your name, unheard by you. The woman clung to Xavier slightly, her eyes looking up to the blonde man in a curious haze.

“She's… no one.”

The woman clung a little tighter as she asked,

“... You promise?” Her words held a slight bitter tone and Xavier smiled warmly down at her before replying,

“Just someone that I used to know. Nothing more.”

RAFAYEL ;

“Another gorgeous piece, Raf!” You gushed, taking in every single brushstroke with attentive and excited eyes. Rafayel hummed beside you, puffing his chest slightly as he ran a hand through his hair.

“It really is, isn't it? I put a lot of thought into this one.”

You snickered slightly and elbowed him lightly, throwing him a grin over your shoulder as you sparked jokingly, “So, you did it in a night.”

Rafayel froze before letting a slightly anxious chuckle wash past his lips. “N-no, of course not! When have I ever done something like that?” He jokes back and forth with you easily, gently flicking your forehead before showing you the next painting to be revealed tonight at yet another auction.

You take in the woman in the painting, her long, beautiful hair down her back as she sits on a dock facing away, her feet dipped in the calm waters, causing slight ripples. You knew this woman, you'd seen her and Rafayel together a few times but you kept trying to tell yourself they were just friends. Nothing more.

“What do you think of this one?”

Brushing stray strands of your hair behind your ears, you took a step closer and tried to fight back the hurt from seeing the love he clearly poured into this painting. “It's… beautiful.” You murmur softly, tilting your head slightly as you tried to imagine it was you sitting there instead of her.

“That's it? You gush about my work every time I show it to you, but this one is just… beautiful?”

You tilt your head the other way, still taking in the colours as you reply softly, as if not hearing him,

“Mhmm. It's beautiful.”

Rafayel huffs to himself, crossing his arms as he lightly glares down at you, though there's no malice behind his eyes.

“Alright, out with it. What don't you like about this one?”

You turn slightly, raising an eyebrow up at him but before you could even open your mouth to reply, a light giggle come from behind him as a familiar voice chimes in,

“Maybe she doesn't like it because you painted it,” MC jokes, poking him in the side before coming up beside you. “Hey Y/N, nice to see you!”

You shake off the sudden shock of MC coming out of nowhere and you're quick to throw her a light grin as you reply, “Hey MC!”

You both look back at the painting as MC throws an arm around your middle, ignoring Rafayel huffing and puffing behind you both as she jokes,

“It's the blue colour, isn't it? I told him not to use that ugly ass-”

There's a sudden shriek of laughter from her as Rafayel pulls her from you, his arms around her waist as he digs his fingers in.

“What did I say about insulting my colour work?!”

You take in the sight with a small grin, though your heart sinks as you notice how he treats her. It sinks further as he presses a quick though loving kiss to the side of her head, pulling more giggles from her and you have to turn back to the painting to bite back the burn boiling in your throat.

“I didn't think you'd be coming,” he murmurs to her before pressing another kiss to her cheek.

“I wouldn't miss it for the world!” She gushes before unfurling herself from him to cling to you once more. You jump slightly, unprepared for the sudden contact though you throw her a wide grin to hide the pain settling under your skin as your arm wraps around her shoulder.

“We wouldn't miss it for anything, would we, Y/N?” She asks, her eyes wide and hopeful as she clings to you. You can't help but nod in response before throwing Rafayel a small, polite smile as you add onto her words,

“Wouldn't miss it, not even once.”

Rafayel blushes before pulling MC off you as he scolds her,

“You're gonna suffocate our poor friend, come on, I actually need your help with something - stay here Y/N, we'll be back in a flash!”

You nod slightly before turning back to the painting before you, your hands resting in your pockets as you try to ignore the constant laughter and soft words spoken from both of them.

Friend.

The word rang in your head over and over, the noun burning into your skin and branding you with an agony you'd not felt since your last heartbreak. This was supposed to be different …

He was supposed to be different.

Rafayel made his choice in what you meant to him, and displayed it for both you and MC to see and it took everything in you not to burst into tears. You'd bent over backwards for him, stayed up late, visited at all times with snacks and spent countless hours with him - your heart sinks through the floor and into the center of the earth as you slowly and brutally begin to feel taken advantage of.

All the calls, the texts, the gentle touches, the little gestures of sweet faith - it meant fuck all.

A heavy hand clapped your shoulder and you jumped slightly, watery eyes turning to see Thomas standing there with a small frown on his face.

“... Why don't you head home, Y/N? Treat yourself to a nice dinner, relax and take some time for yourself.... It's getting late, after all.” His hand tightened only slightly, giving you a small shake as an apologetic smile rests over his lips. “Don't take it personal.”

The tears spilled over and you were quick to wipe them away with shaky hands. “Y-yeah…” was all you could murmur out before you give Thomas a curt nod and walk out of Rafayel's studio, making sure to turn your phone off so you wouldn't be disturbed.

You desperately needed peace and silence, and you were going to get it.

You ended up down by the coast, your toes in the sand as the chilled sea laps at your feet. The cold kept you momentarily grounded as you stared out at the vast ocean, wishing the waters would swallow you up and devour every piece of hurt that lingered inside of you.

Your heart ached, feeling torn and shattered, broken beyond repair. You swore after your last heartbreak that you'd never let a man wiggle his way under your skin and here you were, silently sobbing over a man that was never yours in the first place.

You took another step, the water resting just above your ankles. Another step.

Another.

And another.

When the water hit just under your chest, you stopped, looking down into the darkening waters as the sky turns to night. The black, inky waves called to you, beckoning you to continue into their embrace and after a few seconds, you listen.

There isn't a soul around to witness as your head disappears under the waves.

[progenycursed]

Progeny Cursed 17

Spell training has begun for the Pure Vessel. Proud of themselves, they decided it’s time for a reward. Off to visit their siblings.

*tried*grumpy* Why woken before wake time? And not woken at wake time? Why ordered to arena? *sarcastic* yippie Why note wait until wake up time? Ah. That why. (He) excited.

*tried*grumpy* (he) really excited *tried* soul attacks? Soul defense? Could be fun to do *tired*curious* *awe*

*confused* what do wrong?

*curious* *startled* *embarrassed* yes! *awe pride* *happy proud*

[threat] dodge 2 dagger!

happy* (he) proud of (me) But soul reserves only enough for 3 daggers Will have to show (him)

*curious* *nervous* *excited* happy* can cast many spells

*excited* will cast all spells <excited>*excited* Order (me) to cast spell <laughing>*playfully*

*excited awe* {how focus feel} Focus. no. Not focus ~holding~ teleport. Teleport. Teleport ~exhale~ what? *curious* what that? No think. Teleport

<weak> what? <weak dizzy>*confused* *happy excited*

Do not think can teleport again *serious* pull. ~holding~ teleport ~release~ can not teleport *curious* other vessel? When that? (He) will explain? *disappointed irritated* (he) no explain Ask (009) later

*shock scared* shit! *excited* controlled teleport!!

*happy proud* (I) did great being pure Maybe can go to (siblings) *mischievous* and (009) can not stop (me) Idea

Teleport *laughing mischief* going to see (siblings) *happy excited* [hello] Learned dagger sell and void teleport. Did great being pure. Going to see (siblings)

No

But did great being pure

Just cause that, does not mean (I) can let you leave room

Okay

(You) must stay in room

*calm* Okay. Talk tomorrow.

*distrust*

*calm* *mischief laughing*

*awe pride* [joy] going to see (siblings) and (009) will never know *really excited happy* [joy]

[call/response] (siblings)!

ᵈᵒᵒʳ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵒᵖᵉⁿ. ⁽ˢⁱᵇˡⁱⁿᵍˢ⁾ ᵍᵒⁿᵉ. ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵇᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ⁽ˢⁱᵇˡⁱⁿᵍˢ⁾ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ. ᵃˡᵒⁿᵉ ᶠᵒʳᵉᵛᵉʳ

ᵇᵘᵗ… ᵇᵘᵗ…

*serious irritated* (you). (You) seriously think (I) not notice you gone. (I) take (you) back to room and (you) will not say thing about it *mad serious* (you) listening? this making (them) sad. (Bug) tell other to feel better, makes them feel better. How (I) comfort (them)? Door closed not new. Closed all time

ᵃˡᵒⁿᵉ ᶠᵒʳᵉᵛᵉʳ

Alone not that bad

﹡ʳᵉᵍʳᵉᵗ﹡ ⁽ⁱ⁾ ᵏⁱˡˡᵉᵈ ⁽ˢⁱᵇˡⁱⁿᵍˢ⁾

No. Abyss killed (siblings). (You) did nothing. *proud* (I) did good comforting (them) No more leave room

*inconsolable*

*confused* (they) still sad. Do (I) comfort (them)? {memories of other vessels fates} (I) didn’t help (them). Why help this (one)? *confused* dread* but if don’t help then non zero chance of (him) killing (them)

Don’t want to see (another) die. (I) will try help (them). Words comfort not help. Will try other thing.

*ᵐⁱˢᵉʳᵃᵇˡᵉ﹡ ʷʰʸ ᵇᵉ ᵖᵘʳᵉ ⁱᶠ ᶜᵃⁿ’ᵗ ᵇᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ⁽ˢⁱᵇˡⁱⁿᵍˢ⁾﹖ *ᵈᵉˢᵖᵒⁿᵈᵉⁿᵗ﹡ ᶜᵃⁿᵗ ᵇᵉ ᵃˡᵒⁿᵉ. ᶜᵃⁿᵗ ᵇᵉ ᵖᵘʳᵉ. *ᵇʳᵒᵏᵉⁿ﹡ ᵐᵘˢᵗ ᵇᵉ ʷᵃʸ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᵖᵘʳᵉ. ⁱᶠ ᵃˡˡ ˢⁱᵇˡⁱⁿᵍˢ ᵈᵉᵃᵈ, ᵗʰᵉⁿ ᵐᵃʸᵇᵉ ⁱ⁻

*uncomfortable*

*ᵐⁱˢᵉʳᵃᵇˡᵉ﹡ ʷʰᵃᵗ⁻ ʷʰᵃᵗ ⁽ʸᵒᵘ⁾ ᵈᵒⁱⁿᵍ﹖

uncomfortable* helping. (I) think. *ᵐᵉˡᵃⁿᶜʰᵒˡʸ﹡ ʷʰʸ﹖ ⁽ʸᵒᵘ⁾ ʰᵃᵗᵉ ⁽ᵐᵉ⁾

confused irritated* (I) don’t hate (you)

*ʲᵒʸˡᵉˢˢ﹡ ⁽ʸᵒᵘ⁾ ʰᵃᵗᵉ ᵗᵃˡᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ⁽ᵐᵉ⁾. ⁽ʸᵒᵘ⁾ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵖᵃʸ ʷⁱᵗʰ ⁽ᵐᵉ⁾. ⁽ʸᵒᵘ⁾ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵍᵒⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ʰⁱᵈᵉ ⁽ʸᵒᵘ⁾ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ˢᵖᵉᵃᵏ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ⁽ᵐᵉ⁾ ᶠᵒʳᵉᵛᵉʳ. ⁽ʸᵒᵘ⁾ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ⁽ᵐᵉ⁾ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵃˡᵒⁿᵉ ᶠᵒʳᵉᵛᵉʳ. ʰᵒʷ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ⁿᵒᵗ ʰᵃᵗᵉ﹖

*uncomfortable* (I) not a vessel. (I) am a machine. A tool. Never had family, comfort, happiness. With other (0 line), didn’t talk, didn’t cuddle, didn’t seek comfort. Didn’t have wants, needs, or feelings. Didn't understand emotions. (We) had to learn by ourselves. Didn’t know why (we) were being killed, dissected, disconnected. (We) survived. (I) survived.

*uncomfortable* (I) don’t hate (you). (I) don't understand (you). (I) didn’t talk with (you) cause (I) never talk. Don’t play with (you), (I) never played. Been alone so long, it stopped hurting

*ᵍˡᵒᵒᵐʸ﹡ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵏⁱⁿᵍˢᵐᵒˡᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷⁱⁿᵍᵐᵒˡᵈ﹖

*bitter laugh* (they) are not intelligent. No other intelligent one since line 2. And (they) were dumper than (me). far dumber than (me). Wingsmold never smart

*ᶠᵒʳˡᵒʳⁿ﹡ ᶜᵃⁿ’ᵗ ˢʰᵒʷ ⁽ʸᵒᵘ⁾ ʰᵒʷ ᵗᵒ ᵖˡᵃʸ. ᵖᵘʳᵉ ᵛᵉˢˢᵉˡ ⁿᵒᵗ ᶠᵉᵉˡ. ᵖᵘʳᵉ ᵛᵉˢˢᵉˡ ᵐᵘˢᵗ ᵇᵉ ᵃˡᵒⁿᵉ ᶠᵒʳᵉᵛᵉʳ.

*mad nervous thinking* Must make (then) feel better. How make (them) feel better?

*ˢᵃᵈ﹡ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵖᵘʳᵉ ᵒᶠ⁻

*idea pride* Only during day.

*ᶜᵒⁿᶠᵘˢᵉᵈ ᵍˡᵘᵐ﹡ ʷʰᵃᵗ﹖

*confident* Warriors only warriors at day but relax at night. (They) show emotions. Show feelings.

*ʷᵒᵉᶠᵘˡ﹡ ᵗʳᵘᵗʰᶠᵘˡˡʸ﹖

*confident* See the (5 knights) out of their armor relaxing. (Warriors) must relax at night or will self destruct

*ᵈᵉᵖʳᵉˢˢᵉᵈ﹡ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵐᵉᵃⁿ﹖

*confident* Need to relax to be pure or (you) will break

*ᵐⁱˢᵉʳᵃᵇˡᵉ﹡ ʰᵒʷ ᵇᵉ ʰᵃᵖᵖʸ﹖ ᶜᵃⁿ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ˢᵉᵉ ⁽ˢⁱᵇˡⁱⁿᵍˢ⁾﹖

(We) don’t know that. (He) changes mind al the time.

*melancholy hope* Can (you) be sibling until (I) can go to (siblings)?

*Uncomfortable* can try to change me to (sibling). (You) will have to teach (me).

*sad* calming* lesson 1. Cuddling. Cuddle to feel happy, calm, and sleep

*serious* (I) don’t sleep.

*sad* calm* then be talking pillow.

Talk about what?

*sad calm* … What (normal bugs) do?

*calm* talk, eat, dance, sleep, gossip…

*serious* Have to protect them from (his) plan. Have to protect (them). Somehow.

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Dam this was a big one! All the void speak! Turns out Tumblr has a 30 image limit per post. So I had to combine some of the images. Hopefully they turn out okay cause I do not want to separate this chapter. Also tried to use fun text. Let's hope it takes.

[roo-bii]

ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɢᴇᴛ ɪɴꜰᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ

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^᪲ ⁞ ᵖᵃʳⁱⁿᵍ﹕ ᵃˡᵃˢᵗᵒʳ ˣ ⁽ ⁿᵃᵐᵉ ⁾

ꔫ ⁞ ᵍᵉⁿʳᵉ﹕ ᶠˡᵘᶠᶠ + ˢˡⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵃⁿᵍˢᵗ

୨୧ ⁞ ᶜᵃᵘᵗⁱᵒⁿ ﹕ ᵍⁿ ﹗ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ , ᵉˢᵗᵃᵇˡⁱˢʰᵉᵈ ʳᵉˡᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿˢʰⁱᵖ , ᵖᵒˢˢᵉˢˢⁱᵛᵉ ᵇᵉʰᵃᵛⁱᵒʳ ⁽ ˢʰᵒʷⁿ ᵇʸ ᵃˡᵃˢᵗᵒʳ ⁾ , ˢˡⁱᵍʰᵗ ᶜᵘʳˢⁱⁿᵍ , ᵇˡᵒᵒᵈ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᵐᵉⁿᵗⁱᵒⁿᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈᵉᵖⁱᶜᵗᵉᵈ , ⁱᵐᵖˡⁱᵉᵈ ᵛⁱᵒˡᵉⁿᶜᵉ , ⁽ ⁿᵃᵐᵉ ⁾ ⁱˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵐᵉⁿᵗⁱᵒⁿᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵒⁿᵉˢʰᵒᵗ.

❜୧ ⁞ ᵃⁿᵃˡʸˢⁱˢ ﹕ ᵈᵘʳⁱⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʷᵉᵉᵏˡʸ ᵉʳʳᵃⁿᵈˢ ʷʰⁱᶜʰ ᵐᵃⁱⁿˡʸ ᶜᵒⁿˢⁱˢᵗˢ ᵒᶠ ᵍᵉᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵍˢ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵒᵗᵉˡ, ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵉᵗ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵃʳᵍᵘᵐᵉⁿᵗ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵃ ʳᵃⁿᵈᵒᵐ ˢⁱⁿⁿᵉʳ, ˡᵉᵃᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗʷᵒ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ᶠⁱᵍʰᵗⁱⁿᵍ ⁽ ʷʰⁱᶜʰ ʸᵒᵘ ᵐᵃʸ ᵒʳ ᵐᵃʸ ⁿᵒᵗ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ˡᵒˢᵗ. ⁾ ᵗʰᵃⁿᵏˢ ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶠⁱᵃⁿᶜᵉ'ˢ ˢʰᵃᵈᵒʷ, ʰᵉ ᵇʳⁱⁿᵍˢ ʸᵒᵘ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵒᵗᵉˡ'ˢ ˡᵒᵇᵇʸ, ᶜᵒᵛᵉʳᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵍᵃˢʰᵉ�� ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᶜʳᵃᵗᶜʰᵉˢ. ⁱᵗ'ˢ ᵘᵖ ᵗᵒ ʰⁱᵐ ᵗᵒ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᶜᵃʳᵉ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʷᵒᵘⁿᵈˢ ʷʰⁱˡᵉ ᵗʳʸⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᶠⁱⁿᵈ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉᵃˢᵒⁿ ʷʰʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃʳᵍᵘᵐᵉⁿᵗ ᵉˢᶜᵃˡᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵃˢ ᶠᵃʳ ᵃˢ ⁱᵗ ᵈⁱᵈ..

The soft hum of radio static echoed in the lobby of the hotel, leaving a calming sensation that made you feel a sense of comfort as you laid on the couch, getting your wounds tended to. Alastor, your significant other who also happened to be one of the other Overlords in Hell, was tending to your injuries, putting bandages and alcohol to your cuts.

All you could do as he scolded you while dabbing the alcohol-soaked rag over your cuts was whine at the painful stinging sensation. You had gotten yourself into a scuffle with some sinners while going out for your weekly run of getting groceries, earning you a few cuts and bruises.

Luckily, his shadow tasked with having to watch you, practically bound to you ! Just thinking about the argument you had with the sinners before being beaten up made you groan, which caught Alastors attention. He pulled the alcohol soaked rag away from the one of many gashes you had received.

You could tell by his expression that he was a bit irritated with you, from the way his smile sharpened and his eyes glowed brighter, a sign that he wasn't exactly happy with you right now.

" I thought I told you to be careful during your errands for Charlie. " He said, voice low as he began to put bandages over your cuts, the white cotton strips sticking to the dried blood around the wounds. Oh, what the Overlord would do to those sinners who laid their hands on you if he could. The need to keep you by his side as much as possible was too tempting to not take advantage of.

He'd even had his shadow bring the lowlifes to him, and he'd rip them apart, limb by limb, broadcasting their screams and desperate pleads all across Hell. A perfect show, one he wouldn't let his dear beloved partake in.

" I tried. It's not like I was the one who started it anyway.. "

You responded, watching as he put a bandage over the large cut on your shoulder, the cotton pressing against the wound as he wrapped it in a roll. Alastor's eyes widened before going back to their normal appearance, his constant smile remaining. He nearly found it humorous how his shadow told him otherwise.

" Oh really? "

His voice was a bit higher in pitch, as if he was teasing you. Alastor was finished tending to your wounds and took a step back, hands on his hips as he looked down at you. You gave him a nod, and he just chuckled, amused by the completely different story his lover was telling him.

" So, it wasn't you who threw your bags at them? Or, maybe... it was the sinners who had attacked you that had thrown the items at themselves, dearest? "

The radio static in his voice became a bit distorted, making you swallow the nervous lump in your throat. You couldn't tell if he was irritated or just messing with you... Something was making you drift to the first option, though.

" They knocked over my entire basket ' by accident. ' How do you knock over a basket, full of groceries, not intentionally? " You began to rant about the encounter. Alastor's ears twitched as you explained what had happened, finding the entire ordeal rather comical.

" Then, they kept mocking me. One of them had the nerve to call me a ' whore ' of all things! The FUCK did I ever do to any of them?! "

The Radio Demon, as they call him, listened to your story, watching as your expression switched between different emotions. It was almost adorable, seeing you get so angry over something as simple as a verbal insult, one that could easily be thrown back at the sinner.

" Oh? Did they, now? " He questioned, watching as you nodded. You were sitting up on the couch now, legs crossed over each other and arms folded across your chest. The demon's gaze turned to the shadow he possessed, waiting to get a signal that you were actually telling the truth.

He could trust his beloved, but sometimes you didn't think to tell him everything, or sometimes you'd lie to him in order to avoid getting in trouble. His shadow confirmed your story, nodding towards him before slowly fading away into the shadows. Alastor looked back at you, tilting his head. He could feel his smile widen, eyes looking down at you as you complained about the sinners who attacked you.

" Darling. "

You were cut off, eyes widening. His voice was soft, gentle, yet had a hint of static in it. Alastor leaned over you, putting his arms underneath your form and picking you up in a way that made your arms instinctively wrap around his neck for support before stinging at the sharp movement due to your injuries.

He stood firmly, holding you up against him, the two of you making eye contact. The Radio Demon's eyes were narrowed, a glint of mischief and amusement in them. The sudden silence that engulfed the two of you made you realize how loud you were.

" It's always entertaining to see the shenanigans that you manage to get yourself into. You know, it makes me feel better about how protective I am of you, ma très chère. "

[smutinlove]

𓊆★Words Burn Hard-𝘵𝘸𝘥★𓊇

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰

✯ ❝ᵈᵒ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵗᵉˡˡ ᵐᵉ ʷʰᵃᵗ ⁱ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶜᵃⁿⁿᵒᵗ ᵈᵒ❞✯

✯ ❝ᵃⁿᵈ ᶦᶠ ᶦ ᵈᵒˀ❞✯

✯ ❝ᵗʰᵉⁿ ᶦ'ˡˡ ᵍᶦᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃ ʷᵃʳ❞✯

𓊆★WORDS BURN HARD★𓊇

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↳❝[✯ᵀʰᵉʸ ˢᵃʸ ʰᵒᵐᵉ ᶦˢ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ᶦˢ, ᵇᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵃᵗ'ˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᴹᵃᵉ'ˢ ʷᵃˢ. ᴹᵃᵉ'ˢ ᵖᵃʳᵉⁿᵗˢ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ˢᵗᵉʳⁿ ʷᶦᵗʰ ʰᵉʳ. ᴮᵘᵗ ᴹᵃᵉ ᵈᶦᵈⁿ'ᵗ ᶜᵃʳᵉ. ᵀᵒ ᴹᵃᵉ, ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵃʸ ʰᵉʳ ᵖᵃʳᵉⁿᵗˢ ᵇᵉʰᵃᵛᵉᵈ ʷᶦᵗʰ ʰᵉʳ ʷᵃˢ ᵖʳᵉᵖᵒˢᵗᵉʳᵒᵘˢ. ˢʰᵉ ʷᵃˢⁿ'ᵗ ᵃ ᶜʰᶦˡᵈ, ᵃⁿᵈ ˢʰᵉ ᵏⁿᵉʷ ᵗʰᵃᵗ. ᴬⁿᵈ ᴹᵃᵉ ᵏⁿᵉʷ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶦᵗ ʷᵃˢ ᵃ ˡᵘˣᵘʳʸ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ʳᶦᶜʰ, ᵃⁿᵈ ˢʰᵉ ᵈᶦᵈⁿ'ᵗ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᶦᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ᵍʳᵃⁿᵗᵉᵈ. ᵂᶦᵗʰ ᵍʳᵉᵃᵗ ʷᵉᵃˡᵗʰ ᵃˡˢᵒ ᶜᵒᵐᵉˢ ˡᵒᵃᵈˢ ᵒᶠ ᵖᵃʳᵗʸ ᶦⁿᵛᶦᵗᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿˢ. ᴬⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉⁿ ˢʰᵉ ᶠᵒᵘⁿᵈ ʰᵉʳˢᵉˡᶠ ᵃᵗ ᵃ ᵖᵃʳᵗʸ ᶦⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵃⁿᵈ ᵒᶠ ʰᵒᵖᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐˢ, ᴬᵐᵉʳᶦᶜᵃ. ˢʰᵉ ᶠᵉˡᵗ ᵈᶦˢᵗʳᵉˢˢᵉᵈ ʷʰᵉⁿ ˢʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᶦⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵃʳᵍᵉ ʰᵃˡˡ. ᴬⁿᵈ ˢᵒ, ˡᶦᵏᵉ ᵃⁿʸ ˢᵃⁿᵉ ᵗᵉᵉⁿᵃᵍᵉ ᵍᶦʳˡ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵈᵒ, ˢʰᵉ ˢⁿᵉᵃᵏᵉᵈ ᵒᵘᵗ. ᴮᵘᵗ ʰᵉʳ ᵖᵃʳᵉⁿᵗˢ ᶠᵒᵘⁿᵈ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵉⁿᵗ ᵃ ᶜᵒᵘᵖˡᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵇᵒᵈʸᵍᵘᵃʳᵈˢ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ʰᵉʳ. ᴬⁿᵈ ˢᵒ ˢʰᵉ ʰᵃˢ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ᵃ ᵈᵉᵗᵒᵘʳ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒᵒᵈˢ. ᵀʰᵉʳᵉ, ˢʰᵉ ᵐᵉᵉᵗˢ ᵃ ᵇᵒʸ ʷʰᵒ ᶜʰᵃⁿᵍᵉˢ ʰᵉʳ ˡᶦᶠᵉ ᶦⁿ ᵈᵒᶻᵉⁿˢ ᵒᶠ ʷᵃʸˢ.✯]¡!❞

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❝ʳᵘⁿᵃʷᵃʸ ᵍⁱʳˡ❞

❝ᵐᵃᵉ ᶜᵃʳᵗᵉʳ❞

 𓊆PLAYED BY CLAUDIA JESSIE𓊇 

❝ᶦ ˢᵃᶦᵈ ᶦ'ᵈ ᵏᶦˡˡ ʸᵒᵘ. ᵃⁿᵈ ⁿᵒʷ ᶦ'ᵐ ʰᵉʳᵉ ᵗᵒ ᶠᵘˡᶠᶦˡˡ ᵐʸ ᵖʳᵒᵐᶦˢᵉ ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘ.❞

❝ᶜᵒʷᵇᵒʸ❞

❝ᶜᵃʳˡ ᵍʳᶦᵐᵉˢ❞

 𓊆PLAYED BY CHANDLER RIGGS𓊇  

❝ᶦᶠ ˢʰᵉ ᶠᵃˡˡˢ, ᵍᵉᵗˢ ʰᵘʳᵗ, ᵈᶦᵉˢ, ᶜᵃᵗᶜʰᵉˢ ᵃ ᶠᵘᶜᵏᶦⁿᵍ ᶜᵒˡᵈ, ᶠᵃˡˡˢ ᵒᶠᶠ ᵃ ʳᵒᵒᶠ, ᵍᵉᵗˢ ʰᶦᵗ ᵇʸ ˡᶦᵍʰᵗⁿᶦⁿᵍ, ᶦᶠ ᵃⁿʸᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ ʰᵃᵖᵖᵉⁿˢ ᵗᵒ ʰᵉʳ, ᶦ'ˡˡ ᵏᶦˡˡ ʸᵒᵘ.❞

𓊆REST OF THE CAST AS THEMSELVES𓊇

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Whats up dickheads??? this is my book. words burn hard. its on wattpad and wattpad only <3

my account is called UselessBitch4205

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i put my heart and soul into this book

[aetherealwish]

𝐀𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇. independent, semi-selective, mutuals-only roleplay blog for Aether of Genshin Impact. Traveler or Abyss Prince verses available, AU & Crossover friendly. Condensed rules under the cut, full rules available on blog. Penned by Kosmic, 28, they/he.

ᶠᵉˡˡ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃⁱʳ ᵃⁿᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ᵇʳᵒᵏᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʷⁱⁿᵍˢ ᴸⁱᵏᵉ ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᵈᵒⁱⁿᵍ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ᴹᵃᵈᵉ ᵃ ⁿᵉʷ ᵖᵃⁱʳ ᴼᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵇʳᵒᵏᵉⁿ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵍˢ ᵗᵒ ᵍⁱᵛᵉ ⁱᵗ ᵃˡˡ ᵃⁿᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵗʳʸ

𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘 𝐈𝐍. Connections and the bonds we forged through life, what it means to lose your other half, the curse of immortality, and paving your own way alone.

𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋.

#aetherealwish ( Aether, high activity ) #wishfulstars ( GenImpact Multimuse Sideblog, medium activity) #kosmicwishing ( blog for memes & musings )

Starter Calls & Memes | In Character Posts

✦ Basic rules apply here, such as

✶ no godmodding✶ no infomodding✶ multiverse✶ multiship✶ mutual-only

✦ While I would like to interact with everyone I choose to follow, I’m usually okay with lurking and watching those on my dash roleplay! So never feel pressured into having to follow back or whatnot! I like my dash to have content I wanna read, so I follow those that interest me in some manner.

✦ My preferred writing length is a paragraph minimum, but averaging with three to four paragraphs per reply. While I don’t expect to be matched in length, do give some effort and something for me to reply to. Larger word counts take more time for me to reply to, so don’t feel discouraged if I don’t reply to those threads as often.

✦ I may be multiship, but I’m also selective in it. I don’t seek to write romance all the time, I also want to write familial, platonic, and even rivalries with my muses.

✦ The primary canon-divergence in this blog is the fact that Paimon does not exist; no hate to her, but I don't wish to write her nor find countless reasons to occupy her during threads.

✦ All art in my icons are from the official game and art; if you wish to have access to the fully unedited, 100x100 versions, shoot me an IM with your email address and I’ll send them over!

[shortfilipin0]

some notes I took on the lyrics of It's Called: Freefall by Rainbow Kitten Surprise and how it reminds me of Edgeworth I'd love to make an animation involving it all someday :) it kinda makes sense (also sorry the lyrics are in a goofy font I was tryna make it smaller to avoid a lot of scrolling 😭 hopefully no one has a stroke reading it like I did)

ᶜᵃˡˡᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᴰᵉᵛⁱˡ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᴰᵉᵛⁱˡ ᵈⁱᵈ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ⁽"ᴰᵉᵛⁱˡ"⁼ᴱᵈᵍᵉʷᵒʳᵗʰ⁾

ᴵ ˢᵃⁱᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᴰᵉᵛⁱˡ, "ᴰᵉᵛⁱˡ, ᵈᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵈʳᵘᵐˢ? ᴰᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᶜⁱᵍᵃʳᵉᵗᵗᵉˢ, ᵈᵒᵐⁱⁿᵒᵉˢ, ʳᵘᵐ?" ⁽ᴷᵃʸ ᵒʳ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵒⁿᵉ ⁱᵈᵏ ᵃˢᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᴱᵈᵍᵉʷᵒʳᵗʰ ᵃᵇᵗ ʰⁱᵐˢᵉˡᶠ⁾

ᴴᵉ ˢᵃⁱᵈ, "ᴼⁿˡʸ ˢᵘⁿᵈᵒʷⁿ, ˢᵘⁿᵈᵃʸˢ, ᶜʰʳⁱˢᵗᵐᵃˢ" ⁽ʳᵉᶠᵉʳᵉⁿᶜⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵘⁿᵈᵒʷⁿ ᵃᵗ ᴳᵒᵘʳᵈ ᴸᵃᵏᵉ, ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵘⁿᵈᵃʸ ᵗʰᵉʸ ⁱⁿᵛᵉˢᵗⁱᵍᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ⁱⁿ ᶜᵒᵘʳᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ᴱᵈᵍᵉʷᵒʳᵗʰ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ⁱᶠ ⁱᵗ ᵃⁱⁿ'ᵗ ᵃ ˢᵘⁿᵈᵃʸ ⁱᵈᶜ, ᵃⁿᵈ ᶜʰʳⁱˢᵗᵐᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ⁱᵗ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᴱᵈᵍᵉʷᵒʳᵗʰ ʷᵃˢ ᶠʳᵃᵐᵉᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ᵐᵘʳᵈᵉʳ⁾

ˢᵒᵐᵉ ᵈᵃʸˢ ᵉⁿᵈ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᴵ ⁿᵉᵉᵈ ᵃ ᶠᵉʷ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈˢ ⁽ᴸᵃʳʳʸ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴾʰᵒᵉⁿⁱˣ⁾

ᴺᵒʷ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ, ᴵ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵏᵉᵉᵖ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ⁽ʳᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳⁱⁿᵍ ᴸᵃʳʳʸ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴾʰᵒᵉⁿⁱˣ ⁱⁿ ʰⁱˢ ᶜʰⁱˡᵈʰᵒᵒᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵒʷ ʰᵉ ˡᵉᶠᵗ ᵗʰᵉᵐ⁾

ᵀʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵍⁱᵛᵉ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈˢ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᴵ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉʸ ʷᵃⁿᵗᵉᵈ ⁽ᴾʰᵒᵉⁿⁱˣ ᶠⁱᵍʰᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᶠᵒʳ ᴱᵈᵍᵉʷᵒʳᵗʰ ⁱⁿ ʰⁱˢ ᵗʳⁱᵃˡ⁾

ᴺᵉᵛᵉʳ ʰᵃᵈ ᵗʰᵉʸ ⁿᵉᵉᵈᵉᵈ ᵃ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈ ᵃˢ ᴵ'ᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ⁽ᴾʰᵒᵉⁿⁱˣ ᶠᵉᵉˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵍʳʸ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵇᵉᵗʳᵃʸᵉᵈ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᴱᵈᵍᵉʷᵒʳᵗʰ ʰᵃᵈ ᵉⁿᵈᵉᵈ ʰⁱᵐˢᵉˡᶠ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᵒᶠ ʰⁱˢ ⁿᵒᵗᵉ⁾

ᴰᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵐᵉ ᵛᵉⁿᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵒⁿ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈˢ ʷʰᵒ ʳᵉˢᵉⁿᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ⁽ʳᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳⁱⁿᵍ ʰᵒʷ ᴾʰᵒᵉⁿⁱˣ, ᴹᵃʸᵃ, ᵃⁿᵈ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳˢ ᵖⁱᵗⁱᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶜᵃʳᵉᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ʰⁱᵐ ᵈᵉˢᵖⁱᵗᵉ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ᶜᵃˡˡⁱⁿᵍ ʰⁱᵐ ᵃ ᵈᵉᵐᵒⁿ ᵖʳᵒˢᵉᶜᵘᵗᵒʳ⁾

'ᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᵃˡˡ ʸᵒᵘ'ᵛᵉ ᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵈᵒⁿᵉ ⁱˢ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᵃ ⁿᵒᵒˢᵉ ᵗᵒ ʰᵃⁿᵍ ᵒⁿ ᵗᵒ ⁽ᴱᵈᵍᵉʷᵒʳᵗʰ ᵇᵉˡⁱᵉᵛⁱⁿᵍ ʰⁱᵐˢᵉˡᶠ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵍᵘⁱˡᵗʸ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿ ᵘⁿᵗʳᵘᵗʰᶠᵘˡ ᵖʳᵒˢᵉᶜᵘᵗᵒʳ⁾

ᵀʰᵉʸ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ʷᵃˢ ᵃ ⁿᵉᶜᵏˡᵃᶜᵉ, ᵃⁿᵈ ʳᵉᶜᵏˡᵉˢˢ, ᵗʰᵉʸ ᶠᵉˡˡ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ʰᵉˡˡ ⁽ʳᵉᶠᵉʳᵉⁿᶜⁱⁿᵍ ᴱᵈᵍᵉʷᵒʳᵗʰ'ˢ "ᵈᵉᵐᵒⁿ ᵖʳᵒˢᵉᶜᵘᵗᵒʳ" ᵃᶜᶜᵘˢᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵃˢ ʷᵉˡˡ ᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ʸᵒᵘⁿᵍ ᴾʰᵒᵉⁿⁱˣ ʷʳⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵀᵉʳʳʸ ᶠᵃʷˡᵉˢ ᶜᵃˢᵉ⁾

ᵂʰᵉʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵇᵒᵗʰ ʰᵃⁿᵍ ʷⁱᵗʰ ⁿᵒᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵈᵒ ᵇᵘᵗ ⁽ʳᵉᶠᵉʳᵉⁿᶜⁱⁿᵍ ᴹⁱᵃ ᶠᵉʸ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴱᵈᵍᵉʷᵒʳᵗʰ ᵇᵒᵗʰ ˡᵒᵒˢⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵃᵛⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʳᵃᵘᵐᵃ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᵀᵉʳʳʸ ᶠᵃʷˡᵉˢ ᶜᵃˢᵉ⁾

ˢᶜʳᵃᵗᶜʰ, ᵏⁱᶜᵏ, ˡᵉᵗ ᵍʳᵃᵛⁱᵗʸ ʷⁱⁿ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ⁽ᴱᵈᵍᵉʷᵒʳᵗʰ ʷⁱⁿⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸ ᶜᵃˢᵉ ᵘ���ᵗⁱˡ ʰᵉ ᶠᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿˢᵗ ᴾʰᵒᵉⁿⁱˣ⁾

ᶠᵘᶜᵏ ᵗʰⁱˢ, ˡᵉᵗ ᵍʳᵃᵛⁱᵗʸ ʷⁱⁿ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ⁽ᴴᵉˡᵖⁱⁿᵍ ᴾʰᵒᵉⁿⁱˣ ⁱⁿ ʰⁱˢ ˢᵉᶜᵒⁿᵈ ᶜᵃˢᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʰⁱᵐ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠʳᵘˢᵗʳᵃᵗⁱⁿᵍˡʸ ᶜᵒᵐⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵗᵉʳᵐˢ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʰⁱˢ ˡᵒˢˢ⁾

ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉ ⁱᵗ ᵃˡˡ ᵇᵉʰⁱⁿᵈ ⁽ᴱᵈᵍᵉʷᵒʳᵗʰ ᵇᵉˡⁱᵉᵛⁱⁿᵍ ʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉ ʰⁱˢ ˡᵒˢˢᵉˢ ᵇʸ "ᵉⁿᵈⁱⁿᵍ" ʰⁱᵐˢᵉˡᶠ⁾

ᴱᵛᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᴰᵉᵛⁱˡ ⁿᵉᵉᵈ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ᵃˡᵒⁿᵉ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗⁱᵐᵉˢ ⁽ᴱᵈᵍᵉʷᵒʳᵗʰ ⁿᵉᵉᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗʳʸ ᵗᵒ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳˢᵗᵃⁿᵈ ʷʰᵃᵗ ⁱᵗ ᵐᵉᵃⁿˢ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵃ ᵖʳᵒˢᵉᶜᵘᵗᵒʳ⁾

ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ˡᵉᵗ ⁱᵗ ᵃˡˡ ᵍᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ˡᵉᵗ ⁱᵗ ᵃˡˡ ᵍᵒ ᴵᵗ'ˢ ᶜᵃˡˡᵉᵈ ᶠʳᵉᵉ ᶠᵃˡˡ ᴵᵗ'ˢ ᶜᵃˡˡᵉᵈ ᶠʳᵉᵉ ᶠᵃˡˡ ⁽ᴱᵈᵍᵉʷᵒʳᵗʰ ᵈⁱˢᵗⁱⁿᵍᵘⁱˢʰⁱⁿᵍ ˡᵉᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵍᵒ ᵒᶠ ʰⁱˢ ˡⁱᶠᵉ ᵈᵘᵉ ᵗᵒ ʰⁱˢ ᶠᵃⁱˡᵘʳᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ˡᵉᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵍᵒ ᵒᶠ ʰⁱˢ ᶜᵒˡᵈⁿᵉˢˢ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ⱽᵒⁿ ᴷᵃʳᵐᵃ ᵃˢ ʷᵉˡˡ ᵃˢ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵉᵛᵉʳ ʷᵃⁿᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ᵍᵘⁱˡᵗʸ ᵛᵉʳᵈⁱᶜᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵏᵉ ᵒᶠ ʰⁱˢ ᶜᵒⁿᵈᵉˢᶜᵉⁿˢⁱᵒⁿ⁾

ᶜᵃˡˡᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᴰᵉᵛⁱˡ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᴰᵉᵛⁱˡ ˢᵃⁱᵈ "Qᵘⁱᵗ, ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ᵇᵉ ᵇᵒᵗʰᵉʳᵉᵈ, ᵇᵉᵗᵗᵉʳ ʰᵃⁿᵈˡᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˢʰⁱᵗ ᴷᵉᵉᵖ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʷⁱᵗˢ, ᵐᵃⁿ, ᵏᵉᵉᵖ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʷⁱᵗˢ ᴷⁿᵒʷ ʸᵒᵘʳˢᵉˡᶠ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷʰᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ ⁱⁿ ʷⁱᵗʰ ⁽ᴱᵈᵍᵉʷᵒʳᵗʰ ʰᵉˡᵖⁱⁿᵍ ᴾʰᵒᵉⁿⁱˣ ⁱⁿ ᶜᵒᵘʳᵗ ⁱⁿ ᴹᵃᵗᵗ ᴱⁿᵍᵃʳᵈᵉ'ˢ ᵗʳⁱᵃˡ ᵃⁿᵈ ʳᵉᵐⁱⁿᵈⁱⁿᵍ ʰⁱᵐ ᵒᶠ ʷʰᵃᵗ ⁱᵗ ᵐᵉᵃⁿˢ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵃ ˡᵃʷʸᵉʳ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷʰᵒ ʰᵉ'ˢ ᶠⁱᵍʰᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᶠᵒʳ⁾ ᴵ ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ ʰᵒʷ ᵐᵃⁿʸ ˢᵒᵘˡˢ ᴵ'ᵛᵉ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᴼᶠᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵐᵉ ᵈᵉᵃˡ ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᵒⁿ ᴿᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ, ᵗʰᵉ ᴰᵉᵛⁱˡ ᵃⁱⁿ'ᵗ ᵃ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈ ᵗᵒ ⁿᵒ ᵒⁿᵉ" ᴮᵘᵗ ᶠⁱⁿᵉ, ᵗʳᵘᵉ ⁽ʳᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳⁱⁿᵍ ʷʰⁱˡᵉ ᵉˣᵖᵒˢⁱⁿᵍ ᴬᵈʳⁱᵃⁿ ᴬⁿᵈʳᵉʷˢ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᴹᵃᵗᵗ ᴱⁿᵍᵃʳᵈᵉ ᶜᵃˢᵉ ʰᵒʷ ᵐᵃⁿʸ ⁱⁿⁿᵒᶜᵉⁿᵗ ˡⁱᵛᵉˢ ʷᵉʳᵉ ˡᵒˢᵗ ᵗᵒ ᴱᵈᵍᵉʷᵒʳᵗʰ'ˢ ᵍᵘⁱˡᵗʸ ᵛᵉʳᵈⁱᶜᵗˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵒʷ ᶜᵒˡᵈ ʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ⁾

ᵂᵉˡˡ, ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ˡᵉᵗ ⁱᵗ ᵃˡˡ ᵍᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ˡᵉᵗ ⁱᵗ ᵃˡˡ ᵍᵒ ᴵᵗ'ˢ ᶜᵃˡˡᵉᵈ ᶠʳᵉᵉ ᶠᵃˡˡ ᴵᵗ'ˢ ᶜᵃˡˡᵉᵈ ᶠʳᵉᵉ ᶠᵃˡˡ ⁽ᴱᵈᵍᵉʷᵒʳᵗʰ ˡᵉᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵍᵒ ᵒᶠ ʰⁱˢ ᵖᵃˢᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰⁱˢ ᵈᵉᵐᵉᵃⁿᵒʳ ᵗᵒ ʷᵉˡᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵃⁿ ʰᵒⁿᵒʳᵃᵇˡᵉ ᵃᶜᶜᵉᵖᵗᵃⁿᶜᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ᵖʳᵒˢᵉᶜᵘᵗᵒʳ ʷʰᵒ ᶠⁱᵍʰᵗˢ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʳᵘᵗʰ ᵗⁱˡˡ ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ⁾

ᶜᵃˡˡᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᴰᵉᵛⁱˡ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᴰᵉᵛⁱˡ ˢᵃⁱᵈ "ᴴᵉʸ, ʷʰʸ ʸᵒᵘ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᶜᵃˡˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰⁱˢ ˡᵃᵗᵉ? ᴵᵗ'ˢ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ² ᵃ.ᵐ. ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵃʳˢ ᵃˡˡ ᶜˡᵒˢᵉ ᵃᵗ ᵗᵉⁿ ⁱⁿ ʰᵉˡˡ, ⁱᵗ'ˢ ᵃ ʳᵘˡᵉ ᴵ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ⁽ᴸᵃʳʳʸ ᶜᵃˡˡⁱⁿᵍ ᴱᵈᵍᵉʷᵒʳᵗʰ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᴾʰᵒᵉⁿⁱˣ ᶠᵉˡˡ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᴰᵘˢᵗʸ ᴮʳⁱᵈᵍᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐⁱᵈᵈˡᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿⁱᵍʰᵗ⁾

ᴬⁿʸʷᵃʸ, ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵃʸ ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᵗᵒᵒ ᵇᵘˢʸ ˢᵃᵛⁱⁿᵍ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵇᵒᵈʸ ᵉˡˢᵉ ᵗᵒ ˢᵃᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳˢᵉˡᶠ ᴬⁿᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ⁿᵒ ʰᵉˡᵖ, ᵒʰ ʷᵉˡˡ" ᵀʰᵃᵗ'ˢ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ ᵗᵒ ᵗᵉˡˡ ⁽ᴾʰᵒᵉⁿⁱˣ ᶜᵒⁿˢᵗᵃⁿᵗˡʸ ʳⁱˢᵏⁱⁿᵍ ʰⁱˢ ˡⁱᶠᵉ ᵗᵒ ˢᵃᵛᵉ ᴹᵃʸᵃ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ʰⁱˢ ᶜˡⁱᵉⁿᵗˢ ⁱⁿᵈᵉᵖᵉⁿᵈᵉⁿᵗˡʸ⁾

ᴸⁱᵏᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ˡᵉᵗ ⁱᵗ ᵃˡˡ ᵍᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ˡᵉᵗ ⁱᵗ ᵃˡˡ ᵍᵒ ᴵᵗ'ˢ ᶜᵃˡˡᵉᵈ ᶠʳᵉᵉ ᶠᵃˡˡ ᴵᵗ'ˢ ᶜᵃˡˡᵉᵈ ᶠʳᵉᵉ ᶠᵃˡˡ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ˡᵉᵗ ⁱᵗ ᵃˡˡ ᵍᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ˡᵉᵗ ⁱᵗ ᵃˡˡ ᵍᵒ ⁽ᴱᵈᵍᵉʷᵒʳᵗʰ ʳᵉᵖˡᵃᶜᵉˢ ᴾʰᵒᵉⁿⁱˣ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵉᵍⁱⁿⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᵒᶠ ᴵʳⁱˢ ᴴᵃʷᵗʰᵒʳⁿᵉ'ˢ ᵗʳⁱᵃˡ, ᵗʰᵉ ᵘˡᵗⁱᵐᵃᵗᵉ ᵗᵉˢᵗ ᵒᶠ ʷʰᵒ ʰᵉ ⁱˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷʰᵃᵗ ʰᵉ ˢᵗᵃⁿᵈˢ ᶠᵒʳ, ⁱᶠ ʰᵉ ʰᵃˢ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ˡᵉᵗ ᵍᵒ ᵒᶠ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ "ᵈᵉᵐᵒⁿ ᵖʳᵒˢᵉᶜᵘᵗᵒʳ"⁾

'ᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᵃⁱⁿ'ᵗ ˢʰⁱᵗ ᶠʳᵉᵉ ᵇᵘᵗ ᶠᵃˡˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵒᵘᵗ ᴬⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˢʰⁱᵗ'ˢ ᵉᵃˢʸ, ˡᵉᵐᵐᵉ ˢʰᵒʷ ʸᵒᵘ ʰᵒʷ ⁱᵗ'ˢ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ⁽ᴱᵈᵍᵉʷᵒʳᵗʰ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵘᶜᶜᵉˢˢᶠᵘˡ ᵃˢ ᵃ ᵈᵉᶠᵉⁿˢᵉ ᵃᵗᵗᵒʳⁿᵉʸ ⁱⁿ ᴵʳⁱˢ ᴴᵃʷᵗʰᵒʳⁿᵉ'ˢ ᶜᵃˢᵉ⁾

ᴬⁱⁿ'ᵗ ˢʰⁱᵗ ᶠʳᵉᵉ ᵇᵘᵗ ᶠᵃˡˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵒᵘᵗ ᴬⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˢʰⁱᵗ'ˢ ᵉᵃˢʸ, ˡᵉᵐᵐᵉ ˢʰᵒʷ ʸᵒᵘ ʰᵒʷ ⁱᵗ'ˢ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ⁽ᴱᵈᵍᵉʷᵒʳᵗʰ ʰᵃˢ ᶠᵒᵘⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵉᵃⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᵒᶠ ʰⁱᵐˢᵉˡᶠ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰⁱˢ ᵒᶜᶜᵘᵖᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ, ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵉ ʰᵃˢ ᵃᶜᶜᵉᵖᵗᵉᵈ ⁱᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉᶜᵒᵐᵉ ⁱᵗ⁾

[alexs-tri-balls]

A BALLSY RETURN

After some explanations, the navy haired boy reveals himself to be the other 1st year from the Heartslabyul dorm, Deuce Spade. He, Ace and the Ramshackle Dorm residents have caused a ruckus on the very first day since coming to the Night Raven College.

"Ace, where have you been loca?"

The redhead sitting on the floor explains again that he has no clue who or what a "Deuce Spade" or "Night Raven College" is. Clearly showing hesitance on going anywhere, the spade boy is dragging him against his will.

Alex's face while being dragged

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO UNHAND ME YOU CRIMINAL, I DO NOT WISH TO GO WHERE YOU RESIDE"

Screamed Alex, resisting further.

"When did you learn to speak properly?"

As our great protagonists continued to go along the road to their dorm, they finally make it after many trials and turbulations. Alex gets immediately throw inside the dorm's lounge. After a loud thud, an extremely loud silence follows, as everyone stares at the boy that got thrown inside, face first in the ground.

"Found him"

Said the boy with navy hair, exhausted from the "workout" the troubled boy gave him. Before the unconscious boy could wake up, he got dragged away into another room.

The room Alex got dragged into

Once the redhead woke up, the light shined bright into his eyes, almost blinded by how bright it was. His vision cleared and he saw two shadowy figures. They slowly approach him and say to him, very calmly.

"WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU? DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW LONG WE HAVE BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU? I BURNED MY TARTS BECAUSE OF YOU AND THESE DAMN TARTS ARE ALL FRUIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" "Treeeeey, don't scare him, he looks like he saw a ghost, #loser"

Alex stared at them in pure disgust, he could not believe what he had heard. Once the two mystery people realized just the amount of disgust he was in, they decided to step back for a moment to let him wake up a bit more. The boy of hearts noticed they started to whisper, obviously they were way too quiet for him to listen in, so he sulked in his chair, the chair he was tied to, like a criminal.

"ᴰᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ᵗʰᶦⁿᵏ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᴰᵉᵘᶜᵉ ˢᵃᶦᵈ ᶦˢ ᵗʳᵘᵉˀ" "ᵀʰᵉʳᵉ ᶦˢ ˡᶦᵗᵉʳᵃˡˡʸ ⁿᵒ ʷᵃʸ, ᴵ ᵐᵉᵃⁿ, ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᵃᵗ ʰᶦᵐ"

It cuts to a view of Alex trying to spit at them.

"ᴵ ᵐᵉᵃⁿ, ʸᵒᵘ ᵗᵒᵒᵒᵒᵗᵃˡˡʸ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵃ ᵖᵒᶦⁿᵗ ᵀʳᵉʸ, ᵇᵘᵗ ʷᵉ ˢʰᵒᵘˡᵈ ˢᵗᶦˡˡ ʰᵉˡᵖ ᵗʰᵉ ᵏᶦᵈ ᵒᵘᵗ" "ᶠᶦⁿᵉ, ᵗʰᵉⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗ ᶠᶦʳˢᵗ ᵗʰᶦˢ ᵗᶦᵐᵉ" "ᴼᴷᵎ ᵀᶦᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵉᵗ ᶜʳᵃʸ⁻ᶜʳᵃʸ"

The nicer of the two mysterious figures slowly approaches the kid in the chair.

"Hey buddy, I'm Cater Diamond, but you can call me Cay-Cay if you want, ahaha" "Yeah I don't think I will" "Ah, bummer, that is #lame, anyway mind telling us what happened?"

Alex carefully explains everything that happened this morning. Everything from the moment he woke up, to the appearance of the old navy™ boy, and the very room that he is sitting in. Getting impatient, the "bad cop" in this scenario is getting slowly irritated and proceeds to chime in.

"Yeah that is cool and all, but mind telling us your name?" "It is Alex Triballa sir" "Oh where does Triballa come from?" "The uneasiness in my pants" "..." "#WHAT THE F-" "Excuse my partner here, I think I am gonna have to take care of the rest"

Cater slowly sits down on the chair that came out of thin air as he processes what he just heard. The boy in glasses and mud green hair sits down at the other chair that magically appeared out of thin air.

"Trey Clover, 3rd year, second in command in this dorm, pleasure to make your acquaintance"

Trey held his hand out to shake Alex's, but then remembered what he said and slowly retracts his hand in disgust. They both slowly talk to each other in order for Trey to gather more data at this boy's unfortunate circumstance. Cursed words fling across the room left and right until Trey comes up with his final deduction.

"Alex Triballa... You are under an ancient spell"

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Kiiva

´ ･ ˑ ✶ ━━ ᶤᶜ Kiiva ⧼ᴮᵘᵗ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵒʳʳᵒʷᵎ ⧽ ´ ･ ˑ ✶ ━━ ᶤˑ Main ⧼ᴹᵃʸᵇᵉ ᶤᶠ ᴵ ˢᵐᶤˡᵉᵈ ᵐᵒʳᵉ˒ ᵗʰᵉʸ'ᵈ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵗᵒ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ˒ ʳᶤᵍʰᵗˀ⧽ ´ ･ ˑ ✶ ━━ iiˑ After War (alt) ⧼ᵂᵉ ʷᵉʳᵉ ˢᵉᵃʳᶜʰᶤᶰᵍ ᶠᵒʳ ʳᵉᵃˢᵒᶰˢ⧽ ´ ･ ˑ ✶ ━━ tba⧼ᴳᵃˢᵖᶤᶰᵍ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃᶤʳ ᵃᶰᵈ ˢʷᵃʸ ˢᶤᵈᵉ ᵗᵒ ˢᶤᵈᵉ⧽ ´ ･ ˑ ✶ ━━ tba ⧼ˢʰᵒᵘᵗᶤᶰᵍ˒ "ᴵ'ᵐ ᵃ ˡᵒˢᵉʳ˒ ᴵ'ᵐ ᵃ ᶠᵃᶤˡᵘʳᵉᵎ" ⧽

Mother Miranda

━━ ⟢ ᵀʰᵉ ᴹᵉᵍᵃᵐʸᶜᵉᵗᵉ'ˢ ʳᵉᶜᵒʳᵈˢ ⦂ ⋰ * ✧ ic.

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━━ ⟢ ᴰᵉᵃᵗʰ ʰᵃˢ ᵛᶤˢᶤᵗᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ᵃˡˡ ⦂ ⋰ * ✧ II.

━━ ⟢ ᴹʸ ᵖᵒʷᵉʳ ᶤˢ ˡᵉᵃᵛᶤᶰᵍ ᵐᵉᵎ ⦂ ⋰ * ✧ III.

━━ ⟢  ᴵ ʷᶤˡˡ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᶤˢ ᵈᵘᵉ ⦂ ⋰ * ✧ IIv.

━━ ⟢ ᴹʸ ᵈᵉˢᶤʳᵉˢ ʷᶤˡˡ ᵇᵉ ᶠᵘˡᶠᶤˡˡᵉᵈᵎ ⦂ ⋰ * ✧ isms.

Ymir

━ ❛˙ᵛᵉᶤˡᶤᶰᵍ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵍᶤˡᵈᵉᵈ ᶠᵃᶜᵉ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵖᵃᶤᶰ˖ ✧ ˑ * ˑ ˚¦ ◤ic (Ymir)◢ ━ ❛˙ ᵂᶤᵗʰ ᵗʰᶤˢ ᵇˡᵃᵈᵉ ᵒᶠ ˢᶤᶰ ᴵ ᵐᵘˢᵗ ᵏᶤˡˡ˖ ✧ ˑ * ˑ ˚¦ ◤vi (Main)◢ ━ ❛˙ˢᵒ ᴵ'ˡˡ ʲᵘˢᵗ ʳᵘᶰ ᵃʷᵃʸ ˡᶤᵏᵉ ᶜᶤᶰᵈᵉʳᵉˡˡᵃ˖ ✧ ˑ * ˑ ˚¦ ◤vii (Alt verse) ◢ ━ ❛˙ᴸᵒᶰᵉˡʸ ˢᵖᶤʳᶤᵗˢ ˢᵉᵃʳᶜʰ ᶠᵒʳ ˢᵃˡᵛᵃᵗᶤᵒᶰ˖ ✧ ˑ * ˑ ˚¦ ◤viii ( TBA)◢ ━ ❛˙ᴹʸ ᶠᵃᶤʳ ᵐᵃᶤᵈᵉᶰ˒ ᴵ'ˡˡ ʷᶤᵖᵉ ᵃʷᵃʸ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵗᵉᵃʳˢ˖ ✧ ˑ * ˑ ˚¦ ◤Musings◢ ━ ❛˙ᴮʳᵒᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵃˢᵠᵘᵉʳᵃᵈᵉ ᵒᶠ ᶤᶜᵉ˖ ✧ ˑ * ˑ ˚¦ ◤TBA ◢ ━ ❛˙ᵀʰᵉ ʰᵒᵘˢᵉ ᵐᶤᵍʰᵗ ᵉᵛᵉᶰ ᶠᵃˡˡ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵗʰᵉᶰ ᵈᵉᶜᵃʸ˖ ✧ ˑ * ˑ ˚¦ ◤TBA ◢

The Plague

✶ ᴺᵒ ˢʰʳᵉᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵉᵛᶤᵈᵉᶰᶜᵉ 'ᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᴵ ᵈᵒᶰ'ᵗ ᵇˡᵉᵉᵈ // ic Adiris ˑ

✶ ᵈᵉ́ʲᵃ̀ ᵛᵘ˒ ᵒᵘᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ᵇˡᵒᵒᵈ ᵃᵍᵃᶤᶰ // i main ˑ

✶ ᴵᵗ'ˢ ᵃˡᶤᵛᵉ˒ ˡᶤᵏᵉ ᵃ ᵖᵃʳᵃˢᶤᵗᵉ ᶤᶰˢᶤᵈᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵐᵉ// ii alt ⧼tba⧽ˑ

✶ᴬˢʰᵃᵐᵉᵈ ˡᶤᵏᵉ ᴵ'ᵐ ˢˡᵉᵉᵖᶤᶰᵍ ʷᶤᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉᶰᵉᵐʸ // tba ˑ

✶ᵁᵖ ᵃˡˡ ᶰᶤᵍʰᵗ 'ᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ʷᵉ ᶜᵃᶰ'ᵗ ˢˡᵉᵉᵖ // tbaˑ

OTHER

━━ ⟢ ᵞᵒᵘ'ᵛᵉ ᶠᵘˡᶠᶤˡˡᵉᵈ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵖᵘʳᵖᵒˢᵉ ⦂ ⋰ * ✧ Answered. ━━ ⟢ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃˡˡ ᵉᵗᵉʳᶰᶤᵗʸ ᵃˢ ᵖᵘᶰᶤˢʰᵐᵉᶰᵗ ⦂ ⋰ * ✧ Starter call. ━━ ⟢ ᴬʷᵃᵏᵉᶰᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍˡᵒʳᶤᵒᵘˢ ᴹᵉᵍᵃᵐʸᶜᵉᵗᵉ ⦂ ⋰ * ✧ Inbox Call. ━━ ⟢ ᴵ ʷᶤˡˡ ᶠᵉᵉᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᴹᵉᵍᵃᵐʸᶜᵉᵗᵉ ⦂ ⋰ * ✧ Promo. ━━ ⟢ ᴾᵉᵃᶜᵉᶠᵘˡˡʸˑˑˑᵃᶰᵈ ᵖᵉʳᵐᵃᶰᵉᶰᵗˡʸ ⦂ ⋰ * ✧ Memes. ━━ ⟢ ᵞᵒᵘ ᵈᶤˢᵖᵒˢᵉᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵐʸ ᶠᵃˡˢᵉ ᶜʰᶤˡᵈʳᵉᶰ ⦂ ⋰ * ✧ dash comm ━━ ⟢ ᵞᵒᵘ'ˡˡ ᶰᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵐᵉᵉᵗ ᵃᶰᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵐᵉ ⦂ ⋰ * ✧ Crack. ━━ ⟢ ᵂᶤᵗʰᵒᵘᵗ ᵃ ᵈᵒᵘᵇᵗ˒ ᴵ ʷᶤˡˡ ᵍᶤᵛᵉ ᵘᵖ ᵐʸ ʷᶤᶰᵍˢ ⦂ ⋰ * ✧ Queueˑ ━ ❛˙ˢᵘᶜᵏˢ˒ ᵈᵒᶰ’ᵗ ᶤᵗˀ ᵀʰᵉ ᵐᵒᵐᵉᶰᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ʳᵉᵃˡᶤᶻᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᵒᶰ’ᵗ ᵏᶰᵒʷ ˢʰᶤᵗ˖ ✧ ˑ * ˑ ˚¦ ◤OOC◢

[tofeelthecold]

i have a lot of muse for my grishaverse muses. see below for starter calls and open starters for them.

kaz brekker: starter call & open starter

inej ghafa: starter call & open starter

the darkling: starter call & open starter

alina starkov: starter call & open starter

[nxcirvan]

Tag dump

━ ❛˙ᵀᵉᵃʳᶤᶰᵍ ᵃʷᵃʸ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ˡᶤᵉˢ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵈᵒᵘᵇᵗ˖ ✧ ˑ * ˑ ˚¦ ◤ic (Bethesda)◢ ━ ❛˙ᴰᵘˢᵏ ᵃᶤʳ ᶠᵉᵉᵈᶤᶰᵍ ᶤᶰᵗᵒ ˢʰᵃᵈᵒʷ ᵖˡᵃʸ˖ ✧ ˑ * ˑ ˚¦ ◤vi (main)◢ ━ ❛˙ᴬ ᵐᵒᶰᵘᵐᵉᶰᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵃˡˡ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˢᶤᶰˢ˖ ✧ ˑ * ˑ ˚¦ ◤vii (Alt verse)◢ ━ ❛˙ᵇᵘᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵏᵉᵉᵖ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ᵃˡˡ ᵃʷᵃʸ˖ ✧ ˑ * ˑ ˚¦ ◤N/A◢ ━ ❛˙ˢᵗᵉᵃˡᶤᶰᵍ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵍᵃᶻᶤᶰᵍ ᵉʸᵉˢ˖ ✧ ˑ * ˑ ˚¦ ◤Answered◢ ━ ❛˙ᵖᵃˢˢ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᶤᵉˢ˒ ᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵉᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉᵃˡ ᵐᵉ˖ ✧ ˑ * ˑ ˚¦ ◤Memes◢ ━ ❛˙ᴵ'ᵐ ᵒᶰˡʸ ᶠᵘˡˡ ᵒᶠ ˡᶤᵉˢ˖ ✧ ˑ * ˑ ˚¦ ◤Crack◢ ━ ❛˙ᵂᵒʳˡᵈ'ˢ ᵍᵉᵗᵗᶤᶰᵍ ᵗʳᶤᶜᵏᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ˢʰᵃᵈᵒʷˢ˖ ✧ ˑ * ˑ ˚¦ ◤Promo◢ ━ ❛˙ᴺᵒ˒ ᶰᵒᵗʰᶤᶰᵍ ˢᶜᵃʳᵉˢ ᵐᵉ ᵃᶰʸᵐᵒʳᵉ˖ ✧ ˑ * ˑ ˚¦ ◤Starter call◢ ━ ❛˙ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʷᵒʳʳᶤᵉˢ ᵇᵉʰᶤᶰᵈ˖ ✧ ˑ * ˑ ˚¦ ◤Inbox call◢ ━ ❛˙ᴬ ᶠᵒʳᵏᵉᵈ ᵗᵒᶰᵍᵘᵉ ˢˡᶤᵗʰᵉʳᵉᵈ ᵒᵘᵗ ˖ ✧ ˑ * ˑ ˚¦ ◤ic text/isms◢

[jinisnuggets]

１２:４５

ᵖᵃⁱʳⁱⁿᵍˢ: ʷᵒᵒʸᵒᵘⁿᵍ ˣ ᶠᵉᵐ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

ᵍᵉⁿʳᵉ: ᵃⁿᵍˢᵗ, ᶠˡᵘᶠᶠ

ʷᵒʳᵈ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ: 1.4ᵏ

ʷᵃʳⁿⁱⁿᵍˢ: ᶜᵒᵘᵖˡᵉ ᵃʳᵍᵘᵉᵐᵉⁿᵗ, ᵈⁱˢᵃᵍʳᵉᵉᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ, ˢᵖᵃᶜᵉ ᵍⁱᵛⁱⁿᵍ, ᵃᵛᵒⁱᵈⁱⁿᵍ, ᵈʳⁱⁿᵏⁱⁿᵍ, ᵗᵉᵐᵖᵉʳ ᶜʰᵃⁿᵍᵉ, ᵘᵖˢᵉᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵃˡᵏ, ᶜᵘʳˢⁱⁿᵍ, ˢˡⁱᵍʰᵗ ʰᵉᵃᵛʸ ᵏⁱˢˢⁱⁿᵍ, ᵐᵉⁿᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵒᶠ ᵈʳⁱⁿᵏⁱⁿᵍ

ˢʸⁿᵒᵖˢⁱˢ: ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷᵒᵒʸᵒᵘⁿᵍ ᵍᵒᵗ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵃ ʰᵉᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵃʳᵍᵘᵉᵐᵉⁿᵗ ʷʰⁱˡᵉ ʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵒᵛᵉʳ, ⁱᵗ ᵉⁿᵈᵉᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʰⁱᵐ ˢᵗᵒʳᵐⁱⁿᵍ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵃ���ᵃʳᵗᵐᵉⁿᵗ, ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ʸᵒᵘ ʳᵉᵃˡⁱᶻᵉᵈ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵐⁱˢᵗᵃᵏᵉ, ʸᵒᵘ ᵠᵘⁱᶜᵏˡʸ ᵃᵗᵗᵉᵐᵖᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵃˡˡ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵇᵒʸᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵗᵒ ᵉⁿᵈ ᵘᵖ ᵈᵉᶜˡⁱⁿᵉᵈ ᵒʳ ᵘⁿᵗᵉⁿᵈᵉᵈ, ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵗᵒ ʳᵉᵃˡⁱᶻᵉ ʰᵉ ʷᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵇᵉ ᵖⁱᶜᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵘᵖ.

ᵃᵘᵗʰᵒʳˢ ⁿᵒᵗᵉ: ⁱ ʰᵃᵛᵉⁿ'ᵗ ʷʳⁱᵗᵗᵉⁿ ᵃⁿʸᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰⁱˢ ʷᵃˢ ⁱⁿ ᵐʸ ᵈʳᵃᶠᵗˢ, ˢᵒʳʳʸ ᶠᵒʳ ˢᵒ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ��ᵗᵉᵉᶻ, ⁱⁿˢᵖⁱʳᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ʷᵒᵒʸᵒᵘⁿᵍ'ˢ ᶜᵒᵛᵉʳ ᵒᶠ ᵉᵗʰᵃᵐ'ˢ ¹²:⁴⁵.

September 9th, Tuesday, 12:40 AM.

Wooyoung was walking along the breeze of the sidewalk, looking out into the water’s darkness, building lights off and the city sounding peacefully quiet.

Dark clouds that were barely visible in the sky, and the only audible noise being that of the light breeze that pushed against the trees.

feeling awfully calm after everything that just happened, annoyance and anger brushing away from his mind.

Stopping for a moment and looked down at his pocket, the only light source was that of his phone. He sighed, grabbing his phone from his pocket and dismissing the call.

He was tired of all the calls he had received that night. After all, he didn't feel in the right mood to answer correctly, he knew he was just gonna be a jerk to anyone who was on the other side of the phone.

Among checking the time on his brightened phone screen, he read 12:43.

It was time to go home, and he knew it, but he wouldn't be at peace yet.

Wooyoung and you had gotten into a bit of an argument, it went from a little chat to full on screams. Although you and Wooyoung had argued before, it had never gotten so bad to the point that he left your apartment before you got to say anything.

This was the first time you both went full on yells, first time one of you left before you could make up. Everything on his mind was so blurry that he couldn't remember the last thing he said before storming out.

But he could remember your words clear as day.

Part of him felt guilty… for yelling at you the way he did, for losing his temper the way he did, for not understanding your way of thought.

He couldn't be at ease with himself until he apologized, and of course, he needed an apology too. Your argument in general seemed silly, but at one point it just became a load of insults, which was when he lost it completely.

All of a sudden, he spotted a small light in the distance. It was a small bar at the end of the street, he'd been there a few times with San, enough to know that it was only ever busy during the early hours of the night.

Although he didn't have the intention of getting drunk, he decided it would be helpful to have a drink or two, everything that he remembered was bothering him, and he wanted to spend time in a silent, secluded area where he wouldn't run into anyone.

Wooyoung entered the small building, the bar was empty except for the bartender, who automatically noticed Wooyoung’s tired and exhausted expression, he could tell he had cried for a few minutes.

“What would you like?” Wooyoung sat down on the counter, and looked at the bartender.

“Just one shot for now.” The bartender nodded, and served him his drink.

“Anything you'd like to share?” The bartender sounded quite sincere, and concerned for him, Wooyoung shaked his head.

“Just normal partner arguments.” The bartender nodded.

“Even those can affect someone badly, it might just be a normal part of relationships but to some it's really serious.”

Wooyoung, again, just nodded.

“I can tell you really love your girlfriend.” Wooyoung drank his glass and placed it on the table.

“More than anything.”

Right that instant, another call rang… the phone which was on the table laying flat, lit up and buzzed as the incoming call rang.

“♡ Yn ♡”

The bartender looked at Wooyoung, already knowing that it was his girlfriend, Wooyoung who was looking back at him, quickly looked back at his phone screen and moved his finger to the decline button.

The bartender quickly looked back up at Wooyoung in shock.

“You can pick up! You probably need it right now…”

“She’s been calling me nonstop, I just need a break.”

The bartender leaned back from his tense position, bringing his arms back down to their original state.

“What-?” Wooyoung scooted his glass over, while leaning on the table.

“I love her… but I just need tonight off.” Wooyoung got up from his seat, and pushed his chair in.

“Thanks for the chat. I hope you have a lovely night.”

The bartender watched him as he left. “Yes, of course.. you too.”

After his visit, he went back home, and finally got some rest. However the next morning he woke up early, took a shower and made his way to your apartment.

“Coming!” The scream of your lovely voice echoed through your room, he couldn't help but smile at your rushed self who continued dropping things on the way to the door.

He saw the familiar decorations start coming into view, the same lights he saw yesterday, the same kitchen, the same hallway, and best of all, the same face.

“Wooyoung!” You gasped, almost not believe your eyes upon seeing him in front of your room.

“I thought you were upset..” you said lowly, almost inaudible.

“We need to talk.” the words coming out of Wooyoung’s mouth was one of the scariest things you could hear. Things started circling in your head, was this the end of your relationship? Was this the end of your memories together?

“Stop overthinking. I'm not breaking up with you.”

He welcomed himself in your apartment, you turned around in shock, if he wanted to visit he should've told you in advance.

“Wooyoung, unless you wanna wait then get out, I'm leaving for work.”

“Cancel it.” You turned around, trying to control yourself from saying something nasty to your boyfriend.

“I can't -”

“Do you wanna make up or make money? Your choice.”

You bit your lip at the question, trying to find an answer to give him, something that wouldn't sound rude.

“I’m visiting you right now because I have time. I'll be busy for a while, so we either make up or end it now.”

Stumbling over your words, you barely got out your sentence starter, before you were able to ask:

“Why break up??”

Wooyoung turned to face you again with a confused expression..

“Because we'll technically be in an argument for a really long time, since I won't see you in a few months.”

“And we have to break up because of a stupid tour?”

“And you can't talk because of your stupid job?”

Wooyoung stood over you, his normal joking pitch was gone, he began to sound angry. You pushed his last button and you knew it.

“I’m sorry, I know these tours are important to you, I didn't think twice about my words just now.”

“Forget it, if I can't communicate with you then it's ove-”

“Don't say that please…” He squeezed his eyes shut while hearing your saddened voice. You were about to cry and it was his fault.

He promised he would never make you cry, and here he was carelessly threatening you.

“I'm sorry, I couldn't break up with you even if I tried, please don't cry.” He pulled you into a hug, grabbing his hoodie and attempting to be strong, holding your tears and not allowing him to see your weak side.

“I hate you so much…” Wooyoung let out a small chuckle and held you tighter.

“No you don't… I can be a jerk… but you could never.”

You hit him, it was your way of saying ‘shut up’ to him, all he did was laugh a bit, while pulling your face from your hidden state and bringing you in front of him.

It was unexpected, you felt his lips touch yours in a warm manner, the innocent kiss soon became wet, and getting more aggressive.

It would've escalated if you hadn't pushed him away.

“Why now? Weren't you just threatening me?”

“You know I didn't mean it… this is my way of telling you that I still love you, that will never change…”

[archedsmile]

tag dump 3. out of character tags

[sirendrowns]

starter call to celebrate the revamp ! please specify muse <3