#<- tag for my chest findings. bc i'm horrible

[apollos-boyfriend]

hey yipblr, these were fundy's right?

[buckleydiazmp4]

do you mind if i ramble in the tags about my weird relationship with making art in fandom for a second

[pandorafallz]

You know, I was searching the web for Na'vi hair styles for my Alma fic i have going for inspiration but than i found more than expectation so...

it seems right to fill the Frointers of Pandora tag with these beauties.

The author links are below to check out and such and please do if you haven't already; it's a must for BTS stuff of the game.

So'lek!! bc you don't see much with his chest gear on! Hot.

Eetu for you thirsty birds

Alma!!! my fav character. Again, you don't see skin around her neck bc she has that neck scalf Did you see the scar on her right cheek under her eye? Where did that come from?

Also, what colour would you call her eyes? I'd say brown but there's an odd contract to them. Were they going for a light brown?

Here's some Colonel Harding with all her scars. Kinda hot, even if she's a horrible person. This under-the-collar stuff is kinda useful for my fics tho 😉

Also, i really like her eyes! Such a dark blue which you don't see as often on poc characters. Maybe it's a recessive gene that's active in her character's Lore?

Honestly, i'm glad to see more of Nesim's neck bc it's hard when trying to do any art with her, finding the proportions of her neck with her Zeswa collared chest guard... painful.

Also... she's stunning! Minang too!

You know, I hate Nor's headpiece with a severe passion. I personally don't think it suits him; far too big. If it was smaller, it'd be fine but it covers up most of his head. Plus, he's not a clan leader so it's odd.

So i threw that in so you see what Nor looks like without that decor!

Link to Artist's Page/Blog; the artist did the hair styles for FoP

[corn-fanfiction]

SAVIOUR COMPLEX (Pt. 4)

(Pt. 3)

Rated: M

TAGS: language/past abuse/stalking/Mark Hoffman being a c*p/sensuality/reader is normal and likes to do normal things/Mark is protective bc it's his job but he's also problematic/because he's a c*p

Mark can't sleep that night because of the one thought that turns over in head on repeat.

Who the fuck was at your apartment?

Compartmentalize.

1. Mark is Jigsaw

2. Mark is not hunting you

3. Jigsaw is not hunting you

4. Someone else is hunting you

5. The police think Jigsaw is hunting you

6. He'll likely have to continue watching you unless you put up a fight about it.

At the end of it all last night, you seemed to hate him

And for some reason, that's the part that bothers him the most. Did you somehow think he's the one stalking you? You have no reason to suspect him of anything.

Of course, he's not stupid. He saw the look in your eyes last night. You put up a nonchalant front, but you are terrified of something- someone. That's who has to be hunting you.

Mark feels a sort of tightening in his chest. Is it because he's somehow jealous? Like no one can commit such acts other than him?

Or, shock of all shocks, he's come to care about you in some small measure?

He has to admit, as he stares at his bedroom ceiling, that he's grown fond of you, in the ways he can. This, despite you intentionally antagonizing him.

His biggest gripe before last night was that his work as Jigsaw has been out on an indefinite hold, and now that hiatus will have to continue.

This puts Mark in two compromising positions:

Find who's stalking you.

Dispel any concerns that Jigsaw is hunting you.

Both are difficult but the latter will be impossible if he can't get away from you. Shit, maybe you should ask for a different officer.

The thought makes him feel strange. It haunts him until he steps into the precinct the next morning. With a heavy sigh and bags under his eyes, Mark stalks to his office with a cup of coffee in hand. But when he opens the door, he finds you standing inside, arms across your chest, staring out the window.

You turn at the sound and he clocks immediately that you didn't sleep, either. He hesitantly closes the door behind him and takes a seat at his desk.

“I'm gonna be honest. I didn't think I was gonna see you again after last night.”

You move your arms to wrap around yourself.

“Yeah. About that. I know that you only ever try to- that you only ever help me.”

You bite your lip and come to sit across the desk from him.

“I have a hard time opening up. Especially to men. Especially in positions of power.”

What a damn fool Mark feels like. He suddenly realizes how he recognizes you.

He sees the same strands building through you as he did Angie.

“So…what didn't you tell us? What didn't you tell me?”

“I wasn’t at the plant by random chance. And…I know who was at my apartment. “

“Not Jigsaw, was it?” It’s a statement, because of course he knows it’s not Jigsaw.

“No.”

“How do you know?”

“I couldn't tell the cops why I was really there that night. So I can't tell you.”

He’d laugh if he isn’t so genuinely curious what the truth of the situation is.

“You have to.”

“The fuck I do.”

Your abruptness forces the next words out of his mouth. “Don't force me to do something neither of us want. You tell me, and I'll decide if it's a secret worth keeping.”

You squint at him with scrutiny. “Why would you do that?”

“Personal interests. Why were you at the plant that night?”

He watches your eyes narrow at some middle-distance point.

“My ex-boyfriend. Cliche, I know. He was horrible in all the ways you could imagine him being. I think that, if he hadn't been arrested, I never woulda left him.” You take a shaky breath.

“What'd he go to prison for?”

“Assault, battery, theft, drug charges, you name it. And yet, before two weeks ago I never stepped foot in this building. He was released early on parole- good behavior if you can believe it. I never said anything. People like me don't often get justice and, no offense, the PD doesn't have the best reputation.”

Mark rolls a pen between his fingers and the desk.

“And? You went looking for him?”

“Yes.”

“To confront him?”

You take a breath. “I was gonna kill him. At least, that's why I went there. But once I was outside I just…couldn't do it. That's when I saw Jigsaw. Or, at least I think I did.”

Mark nods and mulls over your words. It makes sense so far, even if some of the moves are stupid. “Okay… I understand why you wouldn't tell the cops you were there to kill your boyfriend-”

“Ex-”

“But what if he's the Jigsaw killer? Ever think of that?”

That’s right. Get the target as far away as possible.

You shake your head too fast for his convenience. “No, he couldn't be.”

He can’t help the bite that comes with your words. “Why the hell not?”

“He's a bastard, and some days I do wish he were dead. The things he did…but he's not a killer. He's also not smart enough to pull something like that off.”

“What if he's muscle? Doing Jigsaw's dirty work?”

“He's not.”

“Then why the hell would he show up back in your life?”

“I think… When someone let slip that I was a witness, and what I saw and where…he probably figured out I was looking for him. It's stupid. But I'm still scared.”

“You said he's not a killer.”

The look in your eyes makes him sick. “There's things worse than death, Mark. Things I know he's not above doing. But he's not a meticulous serial killer. He just isn't.”

Mark takes a moment to think in silence, slowly turning his chair back and forth. You shift in your seat, antsy.

“Look, you don't have to believe me but that's the truth of it. The whole truth.”

Then, a thought strikes him.

“Well…what if you told the police you think he's the Jigsaw killer?”

You freeze. Your mouth falls open.

“What, lie again?”

He spreads his hands like it’s obvious. “There's a chance he'd end up in jail, probably get a life sentence. Then he can't hurt you or anyone else ever again.”

“I want him to answer for his crimes, not someone else's. And if he goes to jail, then the real Jigsaw killer would still be out there hurting people. And then he'd be let go anyway. Why would you even suggest something like that?”

A look of disgust comes across your face and he’s genuinely taken aback at your reaction. His next words are honest.

“I just want to help you. Protect you.”

“If Ted goes to prison and Jigsaw kills again because I lied, then I'm complicit in murder. You get that right?”

“So, what? We just keep doing this dance until…?”

“No. I know I lied and I’m sorry about that. You can tell the chief that you think I’m not in anymore danger-”

“He won’t believe me-”

“You can even tell them I lied. But…it’s not fair to you to be strung along because of something I said.”

He watches you. You…feel remorse? For protecting yourself?

The image of Angie mutilated flashes across his eyes and he squeezes them shut, shakes his head.

“I’m not going to do that. We’ll wait this out. You’ll stay safe. If Ted pulls something like this again, we’ll get him. That’ll confirm that he’s the one stalking you and then this whole thing can be put to bed.”

When he’s plotting, he doesn’t notice you watching him. If he had, he would’ve noticed the confusion and then the dawning realization on your face. He cares about you. He won’t tell your secrets. He’ll lie for you.

He looks at you and you nod your head.

“Y-yeah. Okay. If you’re sure.”

“I’m sure.”

Mark stands and you follow suit. He tries to gauge a reaction as he places hands on your shoulders. You don’t move, don’t tense. Then, carefully, he pulls you into a hug.

You sigh into him and the sound tightens his chest. Maybe he sees too much of Angie in you. Maybe he's glad to have someone else to protect. Or maybe…

You must be compelled by some strange force because when he pulls away, you've got your hands on his lapels, then one on his cheek.

And before you can get any further, Mark pulls your hand down, his palm dwarfing yours, and he sighs.

“It would be… problematic to take advantage of you.”

He's a serial killer. A sadist. Why should he care?

You bite your lip. “And how would you be doing that?”

“I'm in a position of power.”

And yet he doesn't move.

“Protecting me. Following me. Let's face it. You talk big shit but if I say jump, you don't even ask how high. You just do it.”

A growl reverberates from deep in his throat. He's uncontested. Always in control.

But here…he doesn't move.

You put your hands on him again. Your fingers curl under his lapels again and this time you use the grip to pull him down to you as you kiss him. You don't get too heated with it. Just to test the waters.

He returns the kiss, though. You feel good. Your lips seem to fit perfectly with his and, to his surprise, he doesn't mind you taking over.

At least, not first.

You back him up to the desk and with the impact he's forced to sit. He feels a hand snake down to palm at his hardening crotch and when he gasps, you take the opportunity to slip a tongue in his mouth.

“How many times have you fantasized about this?” You ask against his panting breaths.

“About this? Not yet. But me bending you over my desk and fucking you from behind? Plenty.”

“Wouldn't kill you to give up some control now and then,” you whisper, undoing his belt.

“It would, actually.”

He watches through lust-hazed eyes as you sink to your knees between his legs.

Christ, it's too good to be true.

He uses his hold on your hair to gently guide you away from his crotch.

“As much as I love this view- and make no mistake, I do love it. I think we should save it for later. This carpet’ll ruin your knees.”

He helps you up and pecks you softly on the lips.

“Let me take you out to dinner.”

You smooth down the front of his jacket where you rustled it.

“Such a gentleman.”

“Better than taking you straight home.”

“Not here?”

He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and leans in to whisper.

“Because when you cum, I want it to be as loud as possible.”

He relishes in the way you shudder from his words. But you compose yourself quickly enough to catch him before he pulls away.

“I was thinking the same thing about you.”

And you bite his ear and it takes everything in himself to not take you right here and now.

“You gonna get home alright?” He asks, his eyes softening.

“Yeah, I'll make it.”

“Nah, I'll drive you home. Gotta run an errand anyway.”

“Shit. You gonna become one of those possessive guys that never lets me out of your sight?”

“Don't tempt me.”

You gather yourself and he follows you out the door of his office, but not until he gives your ass one final squeeze.

[joanquill]

"Oh god… Why are you here?"

hi sweet!! 😊 happy valentine's day! uh I hope this will not be complicate for you well, Albert, bcs I love him sm. the reader would be a distant childhood friend of Albert and they find out that he killed their parents. I think it's clear it's an angst. maybe it would fit in the 16. ooh and they would have a romantic relationship, like a special but tragic reunion I've had this plot in my head for a long time lol my english is not good and now I'm too lazy to revise my request, sorry 😭

Albert James Moriarty

A/N: Valentines who? Romance where?

Warnings/s: Death, Blood, Mentions of Abuse

Tag/s: Angst

'I need to get out of here...!' you chanted in your head as you hastily grabbed your suitcase, rushing out of the hotel.

Ever since the news of your parents dying from a heart attack reached you, you knew someone was behind it.

The only evidence you had was your memory of the terrified screams they had the night of their death. You were supposed to be out at a party but decided to go home instead.

Instead of resting on your warm bed, you stood by the front doors as you heard gunshots inside as blood tainted the windows, making your legs run away in fear.

You ran back to the party, locking yourself in one of the guest rooms and pretending to be asleep like it was just a horrible nightmare.

Even at the funeral, you could feel the pitiful looks and malicious gaze of everyone around you as you processed what was happening.

But as twisted as it is, you felt a weight get off your chest as they were lowered six feet under.

No more hiding bruises under your clothes and makeup or dreading when the sun sets as you hid in the maid's quarters. Hoping they wouldn't find you.

You were free. And you hated how pleased you felt.

"(Y/N)...?" a soft voice called out, snapping you back to reality.

"Albert..." you whispered in a shaky breath, "Sorry, I guess I'm just out of it..." you nervously laughed, making him frown.

He held his hand out to you, making you furrow your brows and carefully place your hand in his.

Albert held your hand firmly, giving it a firm squeeze.

"Don't worry, I promise no one will ever hurt you..."

And he did keep his promise.

You stayed with your grandparents in the country after the funeral and kept in touch with Albert through letters.

Through his words, you knew he genuinely cared about you. He was the only one who stayed by your side when no one did. Whenever you felt alone, he was there to keep you company.

Slowly, you fell in love with him.

You couldn't ask for more...

But there was still that gnawing feeling of your parent's death, knowing it was all staged.

You continued to dig into their deaths, wanting to know who did it.

What didn't prepare you was your search leading back to the Moriarty manor years later.

You always knew you would go back home... to him.

You planned on surprising them with a visit, maybe spending Valentine’s with him if the fates allowed. But not because of you accusing Albert of your parents' murder.

"Please... Don't let it be him..." you pleaded, but you found what you were looking for.

Undeniable proof that the Moriartys were behind your parent's murder.

You knew they were very reserved, but it never crossed your mind that it was because of unspeakable crimes.

You rushed back to the hotel you were staying in for your visit, barely lasting the day you checked in.

"Was there a problem with your room?"

"No, no... it's not the room... Thank you for your hospitality," you answered the manager as you rushed out the doors.

Before you could call a taxi, you felt your throat close as you saw Albert with his two brothers behind him.

'Oh, god...' you gulped as you kept your eyes on the three and gripped your suitcase.

Albert's face was sullen, but his brothers' expressions were resolute.

You tightened your jaw as you kept your stand.

You didn't know what emotion was bubbling inside of you. Anger? Embarrassment? Disgust? But you now know not to trust him anymore.

"...Why are you here?"

[plague-of-insomnia]

hm idk how ur gonna feel abt an ask like this but i do want to get smth off my chest & u seem p safe. feel free to delete if u want

i saw a post recently talking abt how "gay" got used as a slur a lot more than people acknowledge. and it got me thinking of my school years & how often it got thrown around.

thing is. and heres where my train of thought goes off the rails. i actually experienced the word "incest" as an attack more than the word "gay"... which. ill explain. but it really got me thinking on this whole purity culture & demonising of incest depicted in literature & yknow taking things too far with whats considered incest.

bc at the end of the day. the reason incest is illegal (mostly) is to prevent inbreeding & the health issues that come along with that. if ur not blood related then theres no problem.

and like. the reason i got called incestuous and generally ostracised was bc i was close with a boy in my year. like we dated for a week as 14 yros do. and at some point i discovered that hey. his last name is the same as my aunts and lo and behold hes my 2nd cousin thru marriage or smth. so. not incest at all.

anyway that p much ruined our friendship (& it was a friendship. i broke things off before i even knew we were related bc i just didnt feel the same way and we stayed friends for a little bit) all bc some kids couldnt let it go that we had the vaguest relation to each other. he got bullied for the rest of our school year & ive felt horribly guilty for leaving him bc i wanted to be "cool" & ended up without any close friends like we were.

sorry if thats a weird thing to put in ur inbox.

Hey, anon. I don't mind this ask. I hope you don't mind me replying publicly. (In future if you don't just say so.)

This post will be a bit long, so I'll go ahead and put it under a readmore.

TW for discussions of "gay" used in a negative way, and discussions of the use of the word "incest," and its association with child sexual abuse, though there's really nothing terribly bad here as I'm not going into detail on any of thse topics. (If you need something tagged, though, let me know.)

Now, I'm old as dirt by tumblr standards, and I remember VIVIDLY the word "gay" being used in a negative light. As a kid, I didn't really see it used as a "slur" per se, but it was used to mean something was bad.

Like, if you saw a movie that sucked, you'd say "Man, that movie was so gay." It meant something like "lame."

So obviously, it wasn't a good thing, and when I got a bit older and was explained why using the word was bad, I stopped, and fortunately most other kids did too and it mostly faded from use (in that sense) at least as far as I noticed.

(I'm not saying gay hasn't been used as a more nasty slur/word ofc, this is just my personal experience with it.)

Granted, keep in mind when I was in high school, our LGBTQ+ club was just the "Gay/Straight Alliance." Back then, it was basically, you were gay/lesbian, or you were an ally. We never talked about trans people or nonbinary people or ace/aro people. Ofc every one of those identities/kinds of people existed, but as far as my world went, they didn't. Most of my circle of friends was queer in some way, but many were closeted or semi-closeted for various reasons.

Anyway, sorry for that detour. Now, as to your incest situation. I'm sorry that happened to you. It definitely wasn't fair. You didn't have any way to know if you were related, and if/when you did it was "easy" to end the relationship. But kids are kids, and they always love to find a way to single people out, and they probably didn't really care what the actual truth was.

Even if you'd discovered having a similar name was total coincidence, I'm sure they'd still have bullied you for "incest."

I wasn't bullied for it, thankfully, but I did have a classmate in high school with the same last name as mine. My name is very common in some places, but where I lived at that time it was not, so everyone assumed we were fraternal twins. He was a nice enough guy, but I really didn't want people to think we were siblings. But no matter how many times we both explained we weren't related, no one believed us.

Sometimes, once someone makes their mind up about something, there's no changing it.

As for "abandoning" your friend because you didn't want to be left out and regretting it, I get that too. There was a guy I dated when I was around 16, and we were very passionate, but I think honestly I entered a major depressive episode and lost all interest in everything, including him, and... anyway, I regret how things ended between us even today, many, many years later. I wish I could shake my 16-year-old self and tell them not to be so cruel, but we can't change the past, only learn from it and move forward.

With regards to antis/purity culture taking incest so far, I do agree it has gotten ridiculous. As you said, the reason incest is taboo is because of inbreeding, because if your (general you) DNA is too closely related, you increase the chance of having major/significant diseases due to a lack of genetic diversity. But antis tend not to understand the WHY's behind things (since they also believe pedophilia is bad bc it's disgusting, and not because it hurts children, who become real grown adults).

But I have seen some really wild takes called incest. Like a ship from one fandom where the male and female characters are friends. A lot of people consider it "problematic" apparently, because they have a "sibling-like" relationship. They did not grow up together, they aren't related, and yet that's "incest" according to antis.

I do want to mention another reason that incest can/is considered so bad, and it's because, despite what antis may think, most sexual abuse of children comes from someone close to them in their lives, often a family member or close friend. So for a lot of people, when they think of "incest," they closely associate it with sexual abuse of a child. It's possible that's why antis get so upset about it. I don't know. But that is another aspect to it. (Ofc for you, in your past situation, you were both around the same age, so that's not the case, but that association is there.)

But, in the end, in fiction, it doesn't matter, because there are not actual children who can be conceived or harmed, and so the whole purpose behind why incest isn't allowed in many places in modern times doesn't exist.

I hope you're doing OK now, anon. Don't be to hard on yourself. A lot of people have done things when they were young teens they regret and wish they could "undo," but as long as you learned from that experience so you could become a better person than that 14-year-old version of you, I think you're doing OK.

Sending you some hugs. <3

[fortunemars]

Tbh I love when people go crazy with responses, especially if they're taking abt something they like and put a lot of time into sjndsjns

So I don't remember what I said in my tags specifically but yeah I've seen a couple fics where something happens, Zane is now in prison in PD, and the characters just kinda. Get over it. I would expect at least a little screaming and fighting and attempting to stab thru the bars at LEAST lmao

And you're so right, removing a character's bad deeds and generally *any* of their badness can really damage a character and their arcs (and can also destroy entire character themes and stories and motives!!! Esp with someone like Zane because he IS the big bad for most of diaries!!!) So I'm not a fan of fics or rewrites where people fully change or remove things characters did.

Page cut cause this is SO LONG

Lazy writing is removing things that you don't like, clever writing is finding a way to contextualise and reframe why the character would do that. There are a lot of scenarios that could actually be good and could be really important to the characters but there isn't a reason stated for them doing it, like Laurence and the Werewolf Massacre! Saying (as canon does) that he killed all of those werewolves bc he was so jealous and couldn't stand seeing the werewolf prince marry aphmau is SO STUPID!

BUT

If you reframe it you can make it make sense and more importantly you can make it a lesson or an example of change. Instead of jealousy, why don't you reframe it as Laurence being so afraid of being useless-- thinking that his inaction would lead to his lady being trapped in a hellish marriage she doesn't want to be in, all alone without any of her guards or loved ones-- that he fell to the one thing he knew would give him strength. Him letting his shadow knight form come out and letting the anger of said form give him the strength to save aphmau and give them an out would be much better, especially because of how APHMAU treats the situation.

She's afraid because she hasn't seen him act like this before, she barely knows anything about shadow knights but she does know she doesn't like this form that Laurence has taken. She doesn't know what he'll do and she's driven by the constant nagging feeling in her head, those voices that told her over and over that a shadow knight must kill their lord to gain immortality. She's afraid and she doesn't want to die, she wants him back and she wants everything to be okay again. So when she realises yelling and crying won't bring him back, when she's got her back to the wall and can't think of what to do, she remembers that he told her the only thing that kept him sane during the torture was the love he had for her.

So she kisses him, the first kiss she remembers and it's this horrible terrible emotion swirling inside of her. She shuts her eyes and holds the front of his armour as hard as she can and just bears through it because she doesn't want to let go and realise it was all for nothing, she doesn't want to open her eyes and find out she's helpless- that she'll die by the hand of the only person she had left. And Laurence changes back and he's so fucking scared, he's bone tired and his eyes are blurry and all he can see is the tears falling from aphmau's eyes and he has to see for the first real time the effects of his shadow knight form on other people.

And he cradles aphmau's face and feels sick when she winces, asks her to open her eyes and look at him- see that he's back and it's okay- and when she finally does she collapses into his chest and just sobs because nothing about this is okay and she was so scared and she doesn't want to lose him.

This scene could have changed SO MUCH about how Laurence views himself and being a shadow knight, he'd be anxious and hyper aware of every reaction around him, he'd be afraid of showing emotions, he'd probably either pull away for a while or double down on his persona until he realises it's not him anymore (if it ever was) and no one believes it. It would remind him over and over that people are afraid of him and afraid of him turning and killing people because he has before. It would be a really good spot to focus on the backlash in his own mind, how much it distresses him and it would give him a much better reason to run to the nether and answer the calling than *literally just jealousy*, it would be fear too.

Bc yk what? He probably is jealous of Aaron! He would be jealous because he thinks that Aaron stole aphmau away with his dark past and mysterious personality, he wouldn't understand the finer points because neither aphmau or Aaron will tell them anything. He doesn't like secrets (very evident in how he And Garroth interact) and it would feel like they're betraying him by purposely keeping him out of the loop, that's why the pregnancy would have hurt so bad.

And it could have given aphmau personality to!

Her first kiss (actually now I'm thinking about it and is it the first? Even so, her first kiss with Laurence) and how much she hates it and how damaged she feels after, especially when Laurence later talks to her in the forest abt him and Garroth loving her. In this case she'd have a reason to hesitate, hell a reason to turn to Aaron. Why? Because she doesn't think she deserves a true and honest love like the two would give, she doesn't think she could be good enough for them because she barely knows anything about love and she's so new to everything and now her heart can't stop hurting every time she thinks about kissing or intimacy because she doesn't understand that it doesn't have to be bad, it doesn't have to hurt. She'd be too afraid that they'd realise she's not what they wanted and that would be a much better reason to turn to Aaron than whatever canon was.

He's someone she barely knows, he's dark and looks dangerous and has a fucked up past, she knows that he's not good for her but she thinks that that's all she deserves. She turns to Aaron because even if she fucks up and can't be good enough, he's still so new and the rest of the group is iffy on him, she knows she could cut him off if she had to. It brings her comfort to experience her firsts with someone random who she never thought would be a big part of her life, she just wanted to learn everything to do and not to do so that she'd have the experience to fall on.

And if she falls for Aaron? That's fine, because then she'd learn that people aren't defined by their pasts, they aren't controlled by the things that have happened to them, with Aaron she could learn that love doesn't have to be quiet and pure. It has bumps and problems and it can come with crying and waiting and that's okay. She'd actually be able to learn a lot about people and how relationships work especially with traumatised people like Garroth or Laurence. And if Aaron dies or stops loving her then at least she'd know that she was loved and is capable of being loved. So even if she doesn't get with Garroth or Laurence afterwards, she still knows that she can do it and she's not alone. She's not broken, she's not damaged, she's a woman who's lived and loved and will do it all again. It will give her strength.

That being said some jesson writing can suck ass so it's also completely fine to just. Decide to not write some of the things they do if you're not comfortable with it (or if it is so insanely out of character it's painful)

All writing is is putting your thoughts into a story, do whatever you want and have fun with it! Go fuckin HAM

@panicataphmausinsanity okay so Zane HC's LETS GOOOOOOOO

Before we start trigger warning for like, child abuse and torture and shit. Seriously this gets dark. Zane redemption must come at a price >:D

So. Something interesting to me in regards to Zane is how in MCD, He's like, this evil, terrible human being, but in Mystreet, he's like, a semi functional human being who can be a NOT bad person and NOT do bad things. And so I got to thinking.

I don't think Zane was born a bad person.

Personally, I kind of hate the way Jess wrote Zane. Like, yes, evil for the sake of evil is great and all, but like. In season one and two, Zane was this overarching antagonist who was always one step ahead of the cast and plotting and having a good time being a paice of shit.

And then season 3 comes around and now he's a shadow knight, on the run, has PTSD...

Look, I'm not knocking the guy for having PTSD. I'm just saying that the way it's portrayed kind of makes him seem like a whimpery coward. AGAIN, NOT KNOCKING PTSD!!

I think the position that Zane found himself in season 3 was a PERFECT set up for a redemption arc and it makes me SO MAD that it didn't happen.

So I guess I have to do it myself apparently -_-

I've been thinking a lot about Zane. I don't want him to stop being evil. Not right away. So we keep what happened in the first two seasons the same. He's a cackling maniac that has killed a shit ton of people and is on his father's payroll.

And then he dies.

(skill issue lol)

Anyway, Zane is dead. But he's also Zane, so of course he weasels his way out of being dead. And then he gets tortured and is subjected to the same suffering he condemned so many others to yada yada yada PTSD bleh.

Everything seems to be the same so far.

But then he breaks out if the nether. Still, we're on track, right?

He gets captured, he gets expedited to Phoenix Drop, he gets interrogated, it's all the same.

But here we find a canon divergence. Instead of being absolute dumbasses, they don't bring him into the nether. Let's scrap that plot point entirely.

Instead, we're going to let Zane bake in prison for a while!

Here are the main issues that make Zane irredeemable.

1. He's killed like, a shit ton of people, for funsies ig

2. He killed Vylad.

3. He destroyed Aaron's village.

Let's keep those things in mind.

So he's in prison. While in prison, Garroth starts to visit him (along with Travis but shhhh we'll get to him another day) and just. You know. Be angry.

Garroth has seen Zane as a spoiled brat his entire life. He's always been their father's favorite. He's always had everything handed to him on a silver platter. He's always been willing to do whatever it takes for power. He's greedy. He's psychotic. Garroth hates him.

But Zane is Garroth's brother. And Garroth is the type of golden retriever, gold hearted, kind type of character to still love his brother even if he hates him.

That doesn't mean he goes in and is like, nice to him though. Nope. Garroth goes to visit him and nine times out of ten it devolves into a screaming match where Zane antagonizes him the entire time and Garroth yells at him for being a shitty human being.

And then one day Phoenix Drop is attacked and Zane escapes.

They track him down eventually. When they find him, they strike a deal with him. Due to Irene related shenanigans they need his expertise as a scholar of Irene to figure out some more stuff for Aphmau. In exchange, they'll protect him from the Shadow Lord (who he pissed off by stealing one of his soul fragments lol Zane behavior).

Eventually they're able to establish a rapore with Zane. Garroth still gets a migraine whenever they have a conversation. Vylad still refuses to speak to him (oh btw he's visiting from his nether revolution vacation just so u know) and Aphmau still wants to tear out his guts for killing the love of her life or whatever, but he becomes manageable. They can like, stand him. A little bit. Slightly.

And then Zianna gets kidnapped or whatever. So they go rescue her. But when they get back to Phoenix Drop they forget to mention the fact that Zane is like. There and in the wild and not currently killing entire villages worth of people.

So Zianna rolls up to Phoenix Drop and gets jumpscared by her youngest son and also, notably, Zane is NOT happy to see her. He shuts the front door in her face. It's hilarious even though Garroth doesn't think of it that way.

So, now we have our key players all in one place. Garroth, Vylad, Zane, and Zianna.

Let's say they have to all go find an artifact toghether or something and they need Zianna there because it's related to something she knows and they need Zane there because of Irene lore reasons. they go on this mission. One day, they sit and set up for the night, set up bedrolls, whatever. They're lounging around the fire and talking when Vylad eventually mentions his time as a shadow knight in the nether and something about torture.

Zane blinks, and, having not been included in the conversation initially, buts it to say,

"Oh, please. Don't tell me getting tortured by those amatures was DISTRESSING for you. I would have thought father's methods would have given you thicker skin."

The others bristle and start scolding him, of course, because Zane is like, the reason Vylad became a shadow knight in the first place. But Vylad himself, who is very observant and hard to antagonize, latches into something Zane said.

"Methods? What methods?" He says. He says it sharply, too.

Of course, Zane doesn't pick up on this. He just rolls his eyes.

"Don't tell me you forgot. Father had a whole floor dedicated to torture and loved collecting new methods from around the region. I think he even had a historian employed who would research for him..."

"What?" Garroth says, stunned out of his anger.

Zianna has gone silent. So has everyone else, and now they're watching with baited breaths.

"So what? What would that have to do with me?"

And for the first time that they've ever seen, Zane looks... Puzzled.

"What, did he go easy on you? Didn't you talk back to him all the time? Once, after just asking him a question, he had two of my nails pulled. Shadow Knight torture was child's play in comparison," he shrugs, then takes a bite out of his stale price of bread.

There's silence.

Zane looks back at all of them, confused and now kind of pissed off. He looks like he usually does when he feels like he's about to be scolded for saying something crass. Except, that's not what happens. Instead, Vylad looks him in the eye for the first time since Zane killed him, and with the most emotion they've ever heard from him, says,

"What?"

Zane hums.

"Come on. Don't play dumb. He hated you. Im sure he must have sent you to the "torture basement" at least once. You got on his nerves constantly,"

Garroth makes an aborted movement, like he's going to stand up and rush him, but Vylad stops him with a flick of his hand. And then Vylad starts doing what he does best. Interrogating him.

So remember that list, right? Let's reframe a few things.

Zane was not the favorite child. Garroth was.

Garte was a paice of shit. Garte hated Vylad. But he also hates Zane. Why wouldn't he? Vylad was his wife's affair child, sure, but Zane, Zane was Zianna's spitting image.

When Zane was little, he used to take snails and out them in the grass after it rained. He uses to clamor for his mother's pastries just like his brothers. He was a normal child, and he was NOT born a psychopath.

But Garte had a thought, one day.

Wouldn't it be funny... If he made his wife think he WAS one?

Wouldn't it be funny to punish her that way? Wouldn't it be funny to turn Zane into a terrible person, and have her think it was for no reason? Make her think that she birthed a psychopath? How much would it hurt her? How much would she weep?

Garte used to punish Zane for Vylad's joy. One of Vylad's laughs would equal one slap to the face. One side remark in defence of their mother would equal one hour locked in his father's study closet in his office.

Garte turns Zane against himself brothers. And the best part in his mind?

He makes Zane believe that they know about all of it.

He tells Zane that his mother knows about it. That his brothers don't care that he's beaten. That Vylad does things so he gets punished on purpose.

Zane grows up thinking that his brothers probably go through this too. He grows up thinking that his mother just doesn't love him. And so he doesn't say a thing.

Garte starts having him tortured instead of superficially physically abused? He says nothing.

Garte makes him become a priest of Okasis even though the consequence of failing the academy is death? He says nothing.

Garte would encourage Zane to blugeon animals to death and bring them to Zianna and laugh at her horrified face from afar. Garte encourages Zane to say psychotic things while they're eating dinner, and watches as his family becomes more and more convinced Zane is a monster.

Until Zane is one.

But this reframes a few things.

The people Zane killed? It was under orders. He eventually became his father's right hand man. Most of his overarching goals have been in service of his father.

For Aaron's village, we'll stick a pin in that one, but long story short, Aaron's village had been planning a coup that night under his wife's orders. Zane had them killed under his father's orders so they could eliminate them as political neighbors. He let Aaron live out of pity.

And Vylad.

Basically, remember when I said that Garte used to punish Zane according to Vylad's actions?

One day, Vylad gets into an explosive argument with Garte defending Zianna. And Garte, again, without the other's knowing, has Zane tortured. Except this time it's for a WEEK STRAIGHT.

So when Zane gets out. He's. Very unstable.

And then he comes across Vylad in a semi secluded area.

And Vylad is acting like he did nothing, and all he's ever done is make Zane suffer, and Zane hates him hates him HATES HIM--

And so he snaps. And he kills him.

Keep in mind, though, Zane thinks this is all normal. He doesn't realize that killing his own brother has traumatized him. He doesn't realize that he's a victim of abuse. He doesn't realize that what his dad did is not okay because he THINKS HIS FAMILY KNOWS WHAT HAPPENED, and if they didn't contradict his abuse, then this must be normal. He thinks that Vylad has probably been tortured too. He thinks Garroth is their father's favorite because in his mind he's determined that Garroth not receiving any attention from their father is a GOOD thing because ATTENTION EQUALS TORTURE to him.

And this reframes a few things. His constant bid for power? It's not greed, it's DESPERATION. Power makes him feel safe. Hurting others makes him feel powerful because that's how his father had power over him.

His highly volatile and violent personality? It's l he's ever known. Do you have ANY idea what torture could do to a child? He has severe PTSD. Like, severe and repressed and his outburst are more common when he's uncomfortable or anxious or experiencing any negative emotion, which is often.

Garte took Zane's empathy from him. Turned him against his family. Made him into a monster. With these types of characters, I imagine it would probably be very difficult for them to redevelop their emotions and empathy because if they do that, they would have to face their whole mountain of trauma and the guilt of all the lives they've ruined.

I think eventually, after a lot of work, Zane does eventually regain his empathy. It probably finally sinks in during a small gathering. His mother makes her famous cake. Zane has long gotten used to being excluded during these sorts of things, but then...

His mother slides a plate of cake right in front of him.

Strawberry.

His favorite.

And she smiles at him.

This is probably after they found out about Garte being a peice of shit. Maybe a few months.

All Zane has ever wanted is to be loved. Maybe he didn't know it, but when he takes a bite of his mother's strawberry cake for the first time in decades and the nostalgic taste registers in his brain, something snaps.

And he becomes human again.

And he realizes:

Oh.

I'm a person.

I'm a murderer.

I'm a monster.

LMAO WAS THIS COHERENT SORRY PANIC I TRIED MY BEST I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS ONE OSIBWIBDIBSIBU

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Hey! Can you do a steve Harrington x reader- like they meet the reader at a party- bcs their friends left them? Sorry if you can't

I absolutely can i hope you like it! Tysm for requesting🙂

Ditched

Pairing: Steve Harrington x reader

Summary: you got ditched at a party, but it’s okay because so did Steve

Warnings: none

A/n: Tumblr likes to make me cry so this will be a block of text, I'm sorry. Also as you can see asks are open again!! Steve Harrington asks are highly encouraged, but you can find the pinned post and request anything in the tags, following the rules ofc.

You knew you shouldn't have let your friends talk you into this, you always hated parties. Now, you were hugging the wall as you tried to keep tabs on them with your eyes; they were mostly flirting and dancing with other people while you were tasked with drink holding. Everything was too loud, and it reeked of sweat and cheap cologne and perfumes. The next song that came on had enough bass boosting through the stereo to take the whole house down, so, rolling your eyes, you escaped out of the back; there were still people in the pool, but there was less loud music.

Steve knew this was a mistake too. He let this girl drag him to a party hosted by a guy they knew in high school; was he really getting that desperate?

It was fine while she was interested, but Steve turned his back to grab drinks for one second and she was with her old friends, flirting with some guy. He sighed, looking around. He wasn't going to talk to anyone, half he recognized as people that didn't like him, and the other half were people he had never met.

He saw that the vibe outside was slightly more chill than inside and snuck out of the back. Surveying the area, Steve looked for a place to hang out until his date remembered him.

Everyone was messing around in the pool, but you were sitting with your back against the house, looking up at the stars with your knees pressed into your chest.

He thought he recognized you, but he wasn't sure. Curious, Steve walked towards you, and sat down. He looked up at the sky with you.

"It's nice, right," Steve said before looking over at you. "You here by yourself?"

You shook your head and looked through the glass door that led back inside, "Nah, my friends are in there, flirting or screwing or something," You looked back at Steve. "You?"

Steve's mouth hung open as he rubbed the nape of his neck. "Um, my date ditched me."

You rested your head on your legs, looking at Steve, "Sucks." You smiled softly.

Steve stared at you; he swore he had seen you at school back in the say, but he wasn't sure.

"Did we know each other in high school?" He asked.

"I knew you," you said. "But, I think this is our fist time officially meeting, I'm Y/N."

You held out your hand for Steve to shake, and, suddenly, it clicked in his head as he remembered your name.

"Wait, Y/N" He realized. "You were friends with Martha Weston in drama club, right?"

"Oh," you gasped with a smile. "Yeah, you did date her."

"How's she doing, now?" Steve asked.

You winced before turning back to the door, finding Martha leaned against the pool table.

"She is currently sucking faces with Marty Windberg."

Steve looked over at you shocked and poked his head over by the door to confirm. His eyes widened.

"Wow, really, that douchebag?"

You shrugged in response. "Eh, she'll be fine."

You looked at Steve, he was a lot different from when you knew him before. Back then you didn't trust him, and you hated that Martha wouldn't listen when you told her to stay away from him, but she always did have a horrible taste in men.

You thought to yourself, if your friends ditched you and Steve's date ditched him, you both should just ditch together.

You grabbed Steve by his wrist, standing up, "My house's not far from here, and I have an Atari if you wanna play?" You offered.

Steve looked up at you before standing, "You sure," He looked back through the door. "What about your friends?"

You started walking backwards, slowly, "They'll call me in the morning when they wake up wherever them and their hookups got busy; c'mon, I'm bored here!" You smiled tugging on Steve's arm.

He looked back at you and started walking with you until you turned around and started running, chasing after you.

Steve didn't just remember you as Martha's friend, but also as the nerdy ball of energy he saw bouncing around the auditorium at the end of club meets when he came to pick Martha up. He remembered your smile, your laugh, and the innocent, but witty, quips you'd throw at your friends. On top of it all you were really attractive, but, according to his friends, Steve was already pushing it when he was dating Martha. It didn't matter that she was the best singer in the school and got all of the lead roles, she was still a theater kid. That was why he had to dump her even though he never told anyone. He ended up never asking you out to not ruin his reputation anymore than he already had.

However, he wasn't in high school anymore, and his reputation was already shot. No one cared if he dated someone who wasn't in social standing with him because the hierarchy didn't exist anymore.

The two of you made it to your house; you put your key in the door, opening it and letting Steve in. You stayed up the entire night playing on your Atari, laughing, and talking.

He almost had you in stitches on the couch; you sighed, "Man, I was so wrong about you; now I get why Martha was so into you!" You smiled.

Steve smiled back, slightly sad; he looked down, "Yeah, I don't think you were too far off about me, though," He said. "I really was a jerk back then."

You sat up and looked at Steve, "Yeah, well so was I," you shrugged. "It wasn't just you I didn't trust; I never liked anyone that I deemed too popular. We were all idiots in high school, Steve, that's why they're the worst years of you life, but the good part is," You reached out to push a strand of hair behind Steve's ear. "None of it matters anymore."

Steve looked into your eyes before bringing a hand to caress the side of your face; he began to lean in, and you leaned with him until your lips met.

[moretinyideas]

Sparkles On The Water [1] | Do Kyungsoo

[5] Lunar Myths Saga Story Two

genre: wolf!kyungsoo x mermaid!female reader (oc - wang inhui) (ft male oc - wang junhui)

chapter summary: (PART TWO) The events over the past day effects the whole pack, should Euina be allowed to know the truth? hat would happen if she’s not? Kyungsoo has always been more observant than others but then again, he’s always away… visiting you in his dreams.

words: 2200

I am considering making it one big chapter? what do you guys think? should I delete both parts and make one big chapter or should I leave it like this? ALSO do these ‘before’ bits annoy you? they can get kind of long :( I like putting them here anyway though... ALSO I'm sorry it took so long to get up HOWEVER! I do have a little surprise in stock to keep swimming with me <3

tags: @marshmallow-phd @bri-ne @high-on-food@asslikegilinsky @chanyeolol  @xingminded - let me know if you’d like to be tagged!! although I’m sure Tumblr hates me and never actually sends the notifs to anyone!

[ml] - bc it’s getting a lil confusing I decided to just link the master list | part 1

Hello

KYUNGSOO

When everyone was finally awake and situated in the main room it had just passed one in the afternoon. Yixing had been back for almost an hour but Yifan and Minah had to attend to something in the city – an emergency – and only arrived back at the house a few minutes after one. The new-comers had been awake as long as he had and, while still a little awkward, the two girls had relaxed. Euina and Baekhyun were sharing funny stories – mainly about Chanyeol, Euina’s friends and Yuna – while Yuna and Sehun sat talking quietly to each other. Kyungsoo couldn’t help but smile at the fact that Sehun and his mate were getting closer. That, even though the situation was bad, Sehun had finally gotten over his nerves and talked to her.

Kyungsoo had been a little moody when he was dragged away from his sleep, he always was when he was dragged away from you, but he couldn’t deny the sense of pride he felt seeing Sehun with his mate. He imagined everyone in the pack felt proud of him.

Another development had been when Minah got back. Before she had left, she had come to Euina to make her feel more comfortable surrounded by a mass of men she didn’t know.

“You told me you like to bake, right?” Minah had asked, sitting on the floor next to Euina and Baekhyun. Euina nodded. Minah‘s smile transitioned into a beaming grin. Kyungsoo watched as she clapped her hands together loudly, looking over her shoulder at him. “Great!” She exclaimed, turning back to Euina. “Kyungsoo loves to bake too! We were going to bake some red velvet cupcakes tomorrow for Yixing coming back but we can always make them earlier!” She stood up with a small bounce, extending a hand for the teenager to grab. “Right Kyungsoo?”

“Right.” He agreed with little hesitance.

It was a strange thing, having an actual child in the house but, Kyungsoo was always one to do his best to make a child happier.Euina took a glance at Yuna, who smiled back at her. With the subtle nod of her head, Euina turned back to Minah and grabbed her hand.

She motioned for Euina to enter the kitchen before them, to go help Jongin, who was already in the kitchen, wearing an apron (that only covered from the waist down) and a kind smile on his face. Euina went to him almost immediately.

“Since when were we baking for Yixing? He only went to work.” Kyungsoo said, voice lower than a whisper. The female werewolf heard him anyway.

“She doesn’t know that.” She answered in the same manner. “Besides, I thought it wouldn’t be in her best interest to sit with us while we discuss whether or not she should know the truth.”

“What’s Jongin’s view?” Kyungsoo was curious, the younger who was already in the kitchen must have already given his answer. He and Kyungsoo were similar in that way, not wanting to argue about something so, well, useless.

“Same as you, same as me, that she should know.”

Of course, Kyungsoo nodded. Jongin had always been hind hearted and even then, children were his weakness. “Good,” was all he said before the two of them entered the kitchen, making sure the door closed properly behind them.

​

YOU

“Tell me where on Earth you are. I’ll find you in no time.” You had asked. He had given you the best answer in the world. Turns out he was less than 100 feet away from a gate. There were nine gates all over the planet, an easy way for supernaturals to find each other. The main purpose of the gates was to connect the different supernatural planes, or universes as Junhui liked to joke. You liked the fact that the part of ocean, in the Southern Kingdom, was where the third gate was placed: The Morire Gate.

As soon as Kyungsoo had left your shared dream you woke yourself up with a pinch to one of your small fins that sat on your hips, right on the tip where it was most sensitive. You sat up from the reef you had made your bed and set off in a quest to find Junhui.

Swimming fast was always something you were good at. Due to the size of your tail, it’s long length yet slender frame was great for becoming streamline, the small fins on your waist and hips contributed to your long tail fins’ great ability to catch currents and propel you forwards even quicker. Their length also giving you a powerful kick, Kyungsoo had complimented you after watching you race a dolphin once in a shared dream.

However, swimming fast now didn’t feel the same.

Your heart felt heavy in your chest and the thin translucent webbing between your fingers kept sticking together. You were a mess of emotions and Junhui being hard to find was not something you wished to deal with at this particular moment.

Fortunately, fate was on your side for the moment, the Gods smiling down at you with fondness. You made a mental note to pray to the Lunar Goddesses in thanks for you swan right into Junhui not even a minute later.

“Woah!” He chuckled, holding your upper arms between his fingers – the webbing significantly less sticky. “Slow down, you’ll tear a fin!”

“Hui, we’re leaving.” You wasted no time in paddling around the coral.

“We’re what?”

“Leaving.”

“Alright.” He shrugged. He had always been the one to express his feelings of adventure the most between the two of you. “Where?”

“On land.” You paused, gaging his reaction. When he didn’t object you continued. “We’re going to my fated one.” You said slowly.

“Kyungsoo? Do you even know where he is?” You could hardly keep a secret from anyone, but you were never able to keep one from Junhui. However, you loved talking about Kyungsoo, so you supposed it was a situation with no loses.

“He just told me.” You smiled, conveying what your fated one had told you.

“Wow! He’s not so far away from the seventh gate! TheGuilan Gate.” Junhui exclaimed, the two of you now swimming back towards your castle.

“I know! But I don’t think he does,” you replied with a sheepish smile.

Once back at your home the two of you parted way to go to your separate quarters. You wouldn’t need much, you didn’t have the need for clothes underwater and your ‘prized possessions’ would last very long above water. What you did do, however, is swim to your mothers’ quarters to whisper into a shell you lovingly dubbed as a shell-phone. Its official name was – in fact – a whisper shell and, its purpose was to hold the last whisper uttered and share it with the next person to pick it up. Kyungsoo had said it was similar to sending a letter or texting, whatever that was.

Once finished, you placed the shell down on its opening (so your whisper wouldn’t spill out) and then placed a sand-dollar on top of it, to signal that it was ready to share a whisper. Then you left your mother’s quarters. At least she’d know you were alive now, once you left.

Around ten minutes later, you didn’t really care for the concept of time, you met back up with your brother, a human satchel over your shoulder. Inside wasn’t much, just a few shells you were particularly attached to (the smaller ones you liked putting in your hair along with shiny pearls but thatwas a different story) and a few other bits and bobs. You looked at the assortment of things Junhui held in his arms and raised and eyebrow. Wordlessly you opened the knitted bag and motioned for him to place his things inside. He did so, grinning at you.

“You know, that’ll be dripping once we’re on land, right?”

“That’s usually what happens when things are wet Hui.” You rolled your eyes. “Let’s get a move on, it’s not the longest swim to the Morire Gate but it’s still quite a swim. I don’t want to waste any more time”

And then, the two young royals left the sanctuary of their land and found themselves on land for the first time without a Lunar Moon.

What an adventure indeed.

KYUNGSOO

Just under an hour had passed since the kitchen door closed. Kyungsoo didn’t know quite what was taking them so long to decide if the thirteen-year-old girl was allowed to know their secret or not, especially since the majority of them were all for it. He couldn’t make out what most words were said (due to the fact that they had sound proofed almost every room since the technology was created) but he could hear that both Danbi, Junmyeon and Yuna were expressing different variations of concern with Euina knowing. From what his ear had caught, Danbi was worried about what would happen if she was taken and didn’t know anything – “What if those horrible rogues take her! What if they hurt her and she has no idea for what reason or what the hell is going on?”– while Junmyeon was worried about what would happen if she was taken and she knew, and the rogues tortured information out of her – “She’s a child! No one deserves to be tortured let alone a child!”– and Yuna just wanted them to stop talking about her little sister being tortured. The room had become exceptionally quieter and the cupcakes had been put into the oven, Minah thought it would be okay for them to join back up with the rest of the house.

She was wrong.

As she opened the kitchen door, Euina just in front of her with the woman’s hand on her shoulder, the seal keeping them cluelessly oblivious from the debate happening in the main room was broken.

Kyungsoo felt like his heart dropped out of his chest.

He wouldn’t be able to tell anyone exactly what was said but it was an argument between Yuna and Sehun and, Yifan and Tao while Junmyeon was stuck in the middle trying to defuse it all.

“I don’t want to even think about the fact my sister could get kidnapped and killed by a bunch of psycho rogue werewolves! All I’m saying is that I won’t lie to her.” This was the only thing Kyungsoo picked out before everything became silent.

All eyes on the door that just opened and the two girls who had walked through them. Kyungsoo and Jongin shared a look before following their steps into the main room.

“Why am I going to die?” Euina’s voice was small and cracked as she finished her sentence. Kyungsoo didn’t need Luhan’s affinity to figure out she was scared.

Yuna’s face dropped as she saw her sister in the doorframe. Sehun’s form tensing behind her, probably feeling her drop of emotions. “No. You’re not going to die.” She reassured straight away, standing from Sehun’s side to walk closer to the young girl, though Sehun stood to follow not even a second later. She knelt down “I won’t let anything happen to you if I can stop it.”

A few seconds of silence passed. “Werewolves?” Euina’s whisper was heard by everyone (apart from Danbi and Eunjin who were human enough to not have special heightened hearing) her voice still thick with emotion.

“Well, the cat’s out of the bag now.” Baekhyun spoke up, with a smirk on his face as the werecat sat up from his laying down position on the floor. No one acknowledged him or his pun. “No point in arguing about it now.” He sighed, standing. “Just so you know, I was all for you knowing from the get-go.” He smiled at Euina before disappearing, probably going to his room to finally sleep.

Before he knew it, Euina had ran past him, tears spilling out over her cheeks. It was like the sky was listening because soon enough, the heavens had opened, and the clouds started crying too. Yuna followed her sister through the door, even if she didn’t know her way around the house or where Euina would go in the first place.

Kyungsoo decided it would be best if he stayed out of their business.

He was just about to retreat back to his room, to try and sleep and maybe see you once again, but before anyone else moved there was a rap against the door.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“I’ll get it.” Kyungsoo murmured, not seeing the need to raise his voice. When everyone would hear it anyway. Plus, he was the only one standing up at the moment and he was closest to the door. It was only logical.

When he opened the door, he was met with the bare back of a woman and, when she turned his heart did leaps. It was you. You were here, on his doorstep. And you weren’t wearing a shirt.

“Hello.” Your smile stunned Kyungsoo, he began to wonder if he was still dreaming.

Another voice sounded out, sheepishly, and a man stepped out from behind his mate.

“Uh, hi.” He gave a small awkward wave.

[jentlemahae]

I hope it's okay to rant to you 😬 I just need to get this out of my chest.

I'm so tired of people (especially women) shitting on TS for being a 'basic' cishet white woman. Yes, she might be annoying at times, but what are they really hating on her for? What's she supposed to do, stop being who she is? I honestly don't get it and I don't get why music made by a white woman who dates men is so horrible, I just don't see why people hate that so fucking much. Why can't she express herself? Why are we hating on a woman every single day? I have seen so many posts on tumblr about Taylor and the tags are so full of hate and straight up misogynistic and the worst thing is that they're coming from other women and it's so sad. I even feel bad for liking her music and expressing it on here because people I follow hate on her too and I respect those people so much but when they're this nasty towards a woman for literally no reason... Makes me want to leave this hellsite to be honest. Also another thing that really bothered me was the nasty and incredibly hateful comments some people made about that G-Idle girl (I don't know her name) for simply shaking her 'ass'. It's not that serious, people, it's just a girl dancing and having fun. Why are y'all so mad about it? It's so weird. Anyway, I hope you have a great day ❤️. And sorry for ranting to you 🙏🏻.

first of all, ofc its okay to rant to me! <3

and i really agree with u, i truly dont get why some people feel the need to be so loudly vile against someone just bcs they find them annoying :/ its not like she has done something horrible or heinous, so leave her alone ? i think its a testament to how miserable those ppl are :/ all taylor does is write her little songs and play with her cats, learn something from her and mind ur business!

i just think the world would be so much nicer if everyone stopped being so hateful all the time <3