#7 episodes without cats incident

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1/7/2025:

7 episodes since Drawfee last referenced Cats (2019)

9 episodes since Drawfee last referenced Everytime We Touch (2005)

[melefim]

Swearing in Dead Boy Detectives: Episode 4- The Case of the Lighthouse Leapers

Episode Overview:

29 total, 14 different words said by 8 characters.

Edwin: 1 Damn

Charles: 1 Fuck, 1 Shit, 1 Hell, 2 Bloody, 1 Bloody Hell, 1 Wanker, 1 Sod

Crystal: 2 Fuck, 1 Shit, 1 Ass, 2 Hell, 1 God, 1 Jesus

Jenny: 1 Fuck, 4 Hell, 2 Jesus, 1 Screw

Tabby Cat: 1 Fuck

Calico Cat: 1 Whore

Dagfinn: 1 Damn

Charles’ ‘Friend’: 1 Tosser

Curses Per Character:

Edwin: 1

Charles: 8

Crystal: 8

Jenny: 8

Tabby Cat: 1

Calico Cat: 1

Dagfinn: 1

Charles’ ‘Friend’: 1

Uses Per Word:

Fuck: 5

Shit: 2

Ass: 1

Damn: 2

Hell: 7

Bloody: 2

Bloody Hell: 1

God: 1

Jesus: 3

Whore: 1

Wanker: 1

Tosser: 1

Screw: 1

Sod: 1

Lines:

Jenny: Jesus! Okay, what the hell is this?

Crystal: Sorry, I've just been dealing with some shitty stuff with my ex.

Jenny: A. Go to hell. B. It's none of your business. And C. It's not even a big deal, so just… go to school.

Jenny: Ok, so you're what? You're just, you're not gonna leave until I explain this even though it's private and go the fuck away?

Jenny: Screw the past, you can be anybody you want. Hell, maybe you can even be somebody with a bank account.

Charles: Sod it. Can't spy on people without a spyglass, can I?

Dagfinn: I need someone to get these damn ghosts out of my lighthouse

Charles: Bloody cats. You all right, mate?

Edwin: Now, unless you have more damnable spells, I should go. I have a case to solve.

Charles: I've had enough of secrets about that wanker.

Charles: What the bloody hell is down there?

Crystal: God, it's driving me crazy.

Crystal: What in the hell was that?

Crystal: Jesus, she thought about it too, like she definitely knew something and then it was just riddle.

Jenny: Who the hell are you?

Jenny: Wait, why am I upstairs? And why am I taking to myself? Jesus, Jenny

Calico Cat: You’re such a whore.

Tabby Cat: Fuck off. The kid had a sardine.

Crystal; You fucked with my head, I'm gonna fuck with yours.

Charles’ ‘Friend’: He surfaced! You tosser!

Charles: I'm also bloody angry.

Charles: Every day, I'm fucking smiling.

Charles: I sure as hell couldn't stop my dad from beating the shit out of me.

Crystal: Niko- thanks for like, saving my ass today.

Crystal: And I am tired of riddles and spirits and demons and not being any closer to finding out who the hell I am.

Notes:

Previously on Dead Boy Detectives…

Shown in this episode’s recap but not counted above:

Edwin: What the bloody hell is this? (Episode 2)

Updates:

- Added in calico cat’s ‘whore’, updated counts and charts.

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࣪ ִֶָ☾. A Knight In Christmas Armor ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

(Pt.1)

࣪ ִֶָ☾.Pairing - Seungmin x Fem Reader

࣪ ִֶָ☾.Plot - When your aunt leaves for a Christmas trip, she gives you the keys to her house and cats to look after, and you eagerly accept. However, strange and creepy things start happening, culminating in eerie voices echoing through a chilly night. After a scream sends your annoying ex-best friend, Seungmin, to your door, you find yourselves trapped inside with the cats and mysterious voices, as the faulty door won’t lock or open properly.

࣪ ִֶָ☾.Genre - Supernatural, Action, Angst, Comedy, Fluff

࣪ ִֶָ☾.Warnings - Supernatural stuff, blood, a lot of swearing, mentions of sacrifice, action, angsty, hurt to comfort, fluff, horror comedy, non idol au, ex best friends to lovers

࣪ ִֶָ☾.Word Count - 9.7 K ࣪ ִֶָ☾.Screenshot Count - 1

࣪ ִֶָ☾. A/N - Episode 7 of Staymas is here, bringing a mix of supernatural fantasy and comedy because what’s Staymas without a hint of horror? It’s my first attempt at this genre in a while, and while I feel it’s a bit rushed, I’d love to hear your thoughts! (Slightly proofread, so apologies for any mistakes 🙂‍↕️ ) Split into two parts because Tumblr, as always, hates me 🙄

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Part 2 Here

December had finally arrived, bringing with it the familiar chill of winter and the steady approach of Christmas. Yet, this year felt lonelier than ever. Your parents had decided to visit your grandparents in Busan, and with your office rejecting your leave request, you were stuck in Seoul, surrounded by festive cheer you couldn’t bring yourself to enjoy.

That’s when Aunt Choi called, her warm yet teasing voice breaking through your gloom.

“Would you mind babysitting Pepper and Sage for a week?” she asked, explaining she’d be heading to Jeju to spend Christmas with her family. Her beloved cats needed someone to look after them.

At first, you hesitated. Spending the holidays alone in your quiet apartment wasn’t exactly appealing, but the thought of staying in her cozy old house with two fluffy companions seemed like the perfect distraction. “Sure, I’ll do it,” you agreed.

When you arrived at her house on a frosty winter afternoon, Aunt Choi greeted you at the door with her usual mischievous smile. Her hands were cold as she pressed a set of brass keys into your palm.

“Take care of Pepper and Sage kindly,” she instructed, her tone light but firm. “They’re shy and take a while to trust new people.”

You nodded, ready to reassure her, but then she added something strange. “Also, the house whispers sometimes. Just ignore it.”

“Whispers?” you repeated, your brow furrowing.

“You know, old house noises,” she said with a nervous laugh. “Creaks, groans, things like that.”

You shrugged it off. “Alright.”

She started to leave but then paused, her expression shifting to something darker. “Oh, and one more thing.” Her voice dropped to a near whisper. “If you ever hear her scream, leave immediately.”

Her scream? A chill ran down your spine. “What do you mean by....”

Before you could finish, Aunt Choi was already walking briskly down the street, her coat billowing in the wind...

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The first day passed without incident. Pepper and Sage stayed distant, watching you from the shadows as you unpacked your belongings. You tried to coax them closer, offering gentle words and treats, but they remained cautious. By evening, the house was quiet. You curled up on the couch with a bowl of steaming ramyeon, a lighthearted K-drama playing softly in the background.

And that’s when you heard it.

“Hello,” a faint whisper echoed.

Startled, you glanced at the TV, thinking it must have been part of the show. The scene on screen was tense, the kind of moment that would have eerie background sound effects. You laughed nervously and resumed eating.

But then, it came again, clearer this time.

“Can you hear me?”

Your chopsticks slipped from your hands, clattering loudly onto the table. Your pulse quickened. Pepper and Sage, who had been lounging nearby, suddenly sprang to attention. Their fur bristled as they hissed, their wide eyes fixed on the kitchen.

You turned toward the kitchen, your gaze following theirs. The room was dark, shadows pooling in every corner, their shapes shifting as if alive. It looked empty, but a nagging sensation told you it wasn’t. Someone or something was there, hidden in the darkness, watching.

Heart pounding, you rose slowly from the couch and grabbed the metal bat Aunt Choi had left by the living room door. Its cold weight steadied your trembling hands as you tiptoed toward the kitchen, each step echoing in the stillness.

Reaching the light switch, you hesitated for a moment before flicking it on. The room was suddenly bathed in brightness, every detail sharp and clear. The counters were spotless, the cupboards closed, and there was no sign of movement. Nothing out of place. Nothing to explain the voice.

You let out a shaky laugh, your breath misting in the cold air. “Nice try, Aunt Choi. I’m not falling for it,” you muttered. But as you turned to leave the kitchen, you couldn’t shake the feeling that the house was listening.

That night, something unexpected happened. Pepper and Sage, who had avoided you all day, climbed into bed with you. Their soft fur and rhythmic purring brought a surprising sense of comfort, one you didn’t realize you needed.

“You two like me now, huh?” you murmured, running your hand over their silky backs. They nuzzled against your neck, their warmth easing your thoughts and lulling you into a peaceful slumber.

But peace was not what the night had in store.

At exactly 2:30 a.m., your phone alarm blared, shattering the stillness of the house. Startled, Pepper and Sage leapt off the bed, their claws skittering against the wooden floor, while you fumbled to silence the piercing noise.

“Stupid alarm,” you muttered groggily, your hands fumbling with the screen until the sound ceased.

Stretching to shake off the awkward stiffness in your back, you swung your legs off the bed. Thirst clawed at your throat, so you decided to head downstairs for water. Pepper and Sage watched you closely, their glowing eyes glinting in the dim light before they cautiously followed, their steps soft but hurried, as if they didn’t want to lose sight of you.

In the quiet kitchen, the cool water refreshed you as you drained two full glasses. The house was eerily silent, save for the faint hum of the refrigerator. As you set the glass down, a chilling realization gripped you: your phone didn’t have an alarm set for 2:30 a.m. In fact, it wasn’t even with you, it was still lying on the coffee table in the living room.

“So… what was that?” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the thundering of your heartbeat. A chill crawled up your spine as the truth began to sink in.

And then, as if on cue, the kitchen lights went out, plunging the room into total darkness.

Your breath hitched, the sudden shift pressing an invisible weight onto your chest. The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end. Pepper and Sage hissed, their bodies stiff as they fixed their eyes on something, something right beside you.

You clenched your fists, forcing your eyes shut. You didn’t want to look. But then it came, a cold, unnatural breeze brushing past your ear, sending icy shivers down your spine.

Summoning what little courage you had, you opened one eye.

Standing before you was a faint silhouette. The figure, a woman, was pale and translucent, her very presence draining the warmth from the air. Her lips moved slowly, unnaturally, as she spoke in a voice that seemed to echo from another world.

“Do you love me?”

Your throat tightened as you tried to scream, but no sound escaped. You were frozen, paralyzed by fear.

Pepper and Sage hissed louder, their tiny bodies trembling but steadfast. The woman’s hollow gaze flickered toward them, and just as quickly as she’d appeared, she vanished, her form dissolving into wisps of smoke.

Relief washed over you, but your legs gave out beneath you. The last thing you remembered was collapsing onto the cold kitchen floor before darkness consumed you....

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When you opened your eyes, sunlight was streaming through the curtains. You were back in bed, Pepper and Sage curled up beside you, purring softly.

“Just a dream,” you murmured, rubbing your temples. But your body felt heavy, and an inexplicable ache lingered in your chest. Shaking it off, you got up to start your day.

The second day passed without incident. After feeding Pepper and Sage and tidying up, you left for work. The office was its usual dreary self, but the thought of returning early to the cozy house and your feline companions kept you going. By the time you arrived back, the sun was setting, casting a warm orange glow across the sky.

Pepper and Sage greeted you at the door, their tails flicking as they meowed softly.

“Missed me already?” you joked, scratching behind their ears. They followed closely as you made your way to the living room.

But as you stepped inside, your breath caught in your throat.

On the coffee table, where you’d last seen your phone, lay a single white rose atop a folded note. The sight sent a chill through your body. Slowly, with trembling hands, you picked up the paper. The edges crinkled as you unfolded it, revealing a message scrawled in red ink:

Do you still miss me?

Your stomach churned. The words were hauntingly familiar, but you couldn’t place them. Glancing nervously around the room, you half-expected the ghostly woman to reappear. Pepper and Sage stayed glued to your legs, their low growls breaking the silence.

Grabbing the bat from the corner of the room, your hands trembled as you searched every nook and cranny of the house. Shadows seemed to shift in the corners of your vision, and every creak of the floorboards set your heart racing. But there was nothing. No one. The house was empty, or so it seemed.

When you returned to the living room, the rose and note still sat there, an ominous reminder of the night before. Deciding to send Aunt Choi a picture, you reached for your phone only to find it displaying a "no service" message. Frustration and fear bubbled up as you stared at the screen.

And then, a notification pinged, shattering the tense silence.

It was a text.

From him.

Rage bubbled inside you as you glared at the screen. He was the one who betrayed you, and now he had the audacity to play the victim to accuse you of clinging to the past.

The nerve!

With a frustrated sigh, you shoved your phone into your pocket, dismissing his words. Marching to the kitchen, you tried to channel your anger into something productive, like making dinner. For now, you shoved aside thoughts of the rose, the note, and the unsettling events of the night.

After preparing a quick meal and feeding Pepper and Sage, you retreated to your bedroom, desperate for the sanctuary of sleep. It wasn’t even 9 p.m., but you curled up under the covers, exhaustion and frustration weighing heavily on you. The cats climbed in beside you, their warm bodies pressing close as if they could sense your unease.

But peace was a fleeting luxury.

The temperature in the room dropped abruptly, the chill seeping through your skin and pulling you from the brink of sleep. Pepper and Sage perked up, their ears twitching and their bodies tense. Then, you heard it again,the whispers.

“Y/N…”

“Hello…”

“Can you hear me?”

The disembodied voices swirled around the room, weaving through the walls like tendrils of smoke. You froze, pulling the covers tighter, hoping it was all in your head. But the whispers grew louder, relentless, burrowing into your thoughts like a parasite.

Your breath hitched as the whispers suddenly ceased, leaving an oppressive silence in their wake. Slowly, you lowered the blanket, daring to peek into the room. For a fleeting moment, you thought it was over.

And then it came.

An ear-piercing scream tore through the house, raw and unearthly, making you cry out in terror. Pepper and Sage bolted under the bed, their tails puffed up in fear. Trembling, you clamped your hands over your ears, desperate to drown out the horrific sound.

Then came the knocking.

At first, it was faint, like a hesitant tap. But it grew louder, each knock reverberating through the house, demanding attention. You stared toward the hallway, your pulse racing, the bat from earlier still lying beside you.

Gripping it tightly, you forced yourself to move, your feet feeling like lead as you descended the stairs. Each knock seemed to echo louder in the suffocating silence. With a surge of courage or sheer desperation you reached the door and swung it open, the cold night air rushing in.

There he was.

Seungmin.

He stood on the porch, his eyes wide, his breath misting in the icy air. His expression was a mix of concern and nerves as he shifted awkwardly, clearly caught off guard.

“Sorry to interrupt,so late…” he started hesitantly, his voice low. “But I… I heard screaming. I live next door and thought...” His voice trailed off as his gaze met yours, recognition flashing across his face.

“Y/N?”

“Kim Seungmin,” you muttered, your knuckles whitening as you gripped the bat.

“What are you doing here?” you snapped, the anger from his messages still fresh in your mind.

“I told you, I heard screaming,” he replied defensively, his hands raised slightly in surrender. “I thought something was wrong.”

“No need to be my knight in shining armor Seungmin.I don’t need your help,” you shot back sharply. “You can leave.”

Before he could respond, the house plunged into darkness. The lights flickered out, and a suffocating silence enveloped the air.

Then came the thud.

It was loud and heavy, reverberating through the house like something or someone had fallen. The scream followed, raw and blood-curdling, ripping through the silence and freezing you in place.

Instinctively, you jumped forward, colliding into Seungmin’s chest. His arms wrapped around you protectively, steady despite his own trembling. You could feel his heartbeat pounding as fast as yours.

Even then, he still managed a dry, sarcastic comment.

“Wow,” he murmured, his voice low and steady despite the chaos, “looks like I am your knight in Christmas armor.”

“Shut the fuck up!” you snapped, stepping out of his embrace and furiously brushing yourself off, as if his very touch burned. A flicker of disappointment crossed Seungmin’s face, brief but undeniable, before he masked it with his usual composed, neutral expression.

“Look, Seungmin...” you started, your tone sharp and unforgiving, but he silenced you with a finger gently pressed to your lips.

“I don’t want to argue with you right now, Y/N,” he said, his voice calm but edged with urgency. “We’re in danger, and we need to get the hell out of here!”

Before you could retort, he grabbed your hand, his grip firm and unyielding. But you yanked it away, your glare sharp enough to cut through steel.

“I’m not leaving without Pepper and Sage!” you snapped, your voice cutting through the tense silence.

“Who?” he asked, clearly baffled.

“The cats!” you barked, exasperation dripping from every word.

Seungmin let out a heavy sigh, running a hand through his hair in visible frustration. He closed his eyes briefly, likely summoning the last shred of his patience. “Fine. We’ll take them with us!”

Wasting no time, you called out to Pepper and Sage. The two cats darted out from their hiding spot, their wide eyes glowing in the dim light. Scooping them up, one in each arm, you held them tightly as you and Seungmin rushed toward the door.

But just as you reached it, the door slammed shut with a deafening bang, the sound reverberating through the house like a warning. You staggered back, nearly losing your grip on the cats.

“No! No, no, no!” you cried, panic rising in your chest, your voice cracking. “This can’t be happening!”

Seungmin stepped forward, his jaw tightening as he rolled his eyes. “Relax. It’s probably just the wind,” he muttered, gripping the doorknob and giving it a hard pull. When it didn’t budge, he tried again, his knuckles whitening as he applied more force. Still, the door refused to move.

“Great,” you hissed through clenched teeth, carefully setting the cats down on the floor. Crossing your arms tightly, you glared at him. “Just great!”

Seungmin turned to you, his frustration mirrored in his expression. “We can just call a locksmith or something...”

“Oh, sure,” you interrupted, your voice dripping with sarcasm. “Go ahead. Try it.”

With a scowl, he pulled out his phone, tapping at the screen. A moment later, he groaned in frustration. “No signal,” he muttered. “Can I use your phone?”

You let out a bitter laugh, holding up your own phone to display the glaring lack of signal bars. “It’s been like this since I got back tonight,” you snapped.

Seungmin’s eyes narrowed with concern. “Wait....if the house has been acting like this, why didn’t you leave earlier?”

“That’s none of your business!” you shot back, your voice rising as fear and frustration tangled together. “And for your information, this is my aunt’s house. I’m here to babysit...”

A low, guttural growl rumbled through the room, cutting you off mid-sentence.

You froze, your breath hitching as your hands instinctively gripped the edge of the couch for balance. The sound was unnatural, deep and resonant, vibrating through the walls like a living entity.

Seungmin’s head snapped toward the hallway, his grip tightening on the bat he still held. His voice dropped to a tense whisper. “What the hell was that?”

“I...I don’t know,” you stammered, your voice trembling as you unconsciously inched closer to him.

Pepper and Sage hissed in unison, their fur standing on end as their unblinking eyes locked on the dark hallway. The growl faded, leaving behind an eerie, oppressive silence that seemed to breathe around you.

Seungmin’s jaw clenched as he finally spoke, his voice barely audible but filled with resolve. “Change of plans. We’re not just leaving...we’re running. Find another way out. Now!”

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A chilling laugh pierced the air, sharp and mocking, wrapping around you like a blade. It was followed by a rasping voice, low and menacing, as if it came from the very walls themselves. “Trying to leave, aren’t we?”

You froze, every muscle in your body locked in place as terror coursed through you. The oppressive silence that followed was suffocating, a vacuum that seemed to pull the air from your lungs. The voice lingered, a haunting echo vibrating faintly, as though the house itself was alive and listening.

Pepper and Sage were tense, their fur bristling, their tails puffed up like bottle brushes. Low hisses escaped their throats as their wide eyes darted between you and the shadowy hallway ahead, their movements jerky and panicked.

“We’re wasting time,” Seungmin muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. His grip on the bat tightened, his knuckles white against the wood. His eyes flicked to the shifting shadows that seemed to stretch and crawl across the room. “We need to move. Now!”

Before you could reply, a bone-deep chill swept through the room, cutting into you like icy needles. The air grew heavy, suffocating, pressing down on you with an unseen force. The lights above flickered erratically, their glow casting fractured shadows that twisted and danced unnaturally on the walls, almost as if they had a life of their own.

And then it hit you, the scent. Sweet, cloying, and overpowering. Roses. The fragrance filled the air, suffusing every corner of the room, thick and inescapable. It wasn’t just a smell; it was a presence. It crept into your lungs, your head, your very senses, leaving you lightheaded and trembling.

Your heart dropped as recognition struck like a lightning bolt. It was the same scent as the rose on the table. The same one from the note.

Your breathing hitched, your chest tightening as fear clawed at your throat. And then, through the flickering light and twisting shadows, she appeared.

At first, it was just a faint shimmer, a ripple in the air like heat rising off asphalt. But slowly, it solidified, and a figure began to take shape at the far end of the hallway. She was draped in a tattered wedding dress, its once-white fabric yellowed with age but somehow glowing faintly in the dim light. Her veil fluttered eerily, though no breeze stirred. Her translucent form carried an unsettling beauty—until you looked at her face.

Her eyes were voids, bottomless pits of shadow that seemed to pierce into your very soul. And her smile… it was soft, almost serene, but beneath it simmered something twisted, something that made your knees weak and your chest tighten.

“Do you love me?” she asked, her voice a haunting melody that resonated unnaturally, each word vibrating in your bones.

Seungmin immediately stepped in front of you, gripping the bat like a lifeline. “Stay back!” he shouted, his voice cracking under the weight of fear he tried to mask.

The bride tilted her head, the motion unnervingly childlike, though her smile widened with sickening sweetness. “Why would I hurt you, Seungmin?” she purred. Her hollow gaze flickered to you briefly, then back to him. “You promised me, remember?”

Your stomach churned. “What the hell is she talking about?” you hissed, grabbing Seungmin’s arm.

“I don’t know!” he snapped, but the quiver in his voice betrayed him. His uncertainty sent a chill down your spine.

The bride’s smile faltered, her expression darkening. Her voice dropped to a whisper that dripped with malice. “You don’t remember me?” She glided forward, her movements too smooth, too unnatural. “The promises you made under the moonlight? The vows you swore would last forever?”

Seungmin’s face went ghostly pale, his lips parting as if to speak, but no words came.

“Seungmin,” you said urgently, shaking his arm harder now, “what is she talking about? Did you....”

“I don’t know her!” he shouted, cutting you off, his voice frantic.

The bride’s soft laughter rang out, each note sharp and mocking. “Oh, but you do,” she murmured, her tone venomous. “You may have forgotten, but I haven’t. I remember everything. And now…” Her gaze snapped to you, her smile curling into something cruel. “You’ve brought her here. To replace me.”

Your breath hitched as the air around you grew colder, sharper, biting into your skin. The bride’s serene expression twisted into one of rage, her voice deepening to a guttural growl. “Do you love her, Seungmin?”

Seungmin stumbled backward, his free hand clutching yours tightly. “We need to move,” he whispered urgently.

“Where?” you demanded, panic rising in your chest.

“Anywhere but here!”

Before you could take a step, the bride raised a ghostly hand. Behind you, the door slammed shut with a resounding boom, and the windows sealed themselves with echoing clicks.

“You’re not leaving,” she said coldly, her voice echoing like a dreadful chorus. Her translucent form shimmered, her presence looming larger. “Not until you answer me. Do you love her?”

“Run!” Seungmin yelled, dragging you toward the stairs.

But as you reached them, the wood beneath your feet shifted. A sharp crack filled the air, and the steps flattened, sending you both tumbling painfully to the floor below.

Groaning, you clutched your side, wincing as pain shot through your ribs. Above you, the bride’s laughter rang out again, taunting and merciless. “Told you,” she sneered, materializing before you once more.

“Are you okay?” Seungmin asked, his voice tight with worry as he helped you to your feet.

“I’m fine,” you muttered, glaring at the bride through the haze of fear and pain. “What do you want from us?”

Seungmin raised the bat again, his voice shaking with anger. “Leave us alone!”

The bride’s veil fluttered unnaturally as she cocked her head, her hollow gaze almost playful. “So brave,” she murmured. “Very well. I’ll let you go… but only if you prove yourselves worthy.”

“Worthy of what?” you snapped, frustration and fear boiling over.

“Of love,” she replied, her lips curling into a sinister smile. “Complete my tasks, and I shall set you free. But fail…” Her voice dropped, becoming a bone-chilling whisper. “And you’ll remain here. Forever.”

Suddenly, Seungmin’s gaze locked onto an opening, a window. His grip on the bat tightened, and without hesitation, he shouted, “To hell with your tasks!” Grabbing your hand, he yanked you toward it with frantic urgency.

“Seungmin, wait!” you cried, stumbling to keep up, but he didn’t stop.

The ghost bride’s laughter echoed through the room, chilling and mocking. “Do you really think you can escape me?” Her voice slithered through the air, dripping with malice.

“Watch me!” Seungmin snarled, raising the bat high as he closed in on the window.

But as he reached it, the window slammed shut with a deafening crash. The sound reverberated like thunder, leaving the room trembling. Seungmin’s jaw tightened, and with a growl of frustration, he swung the bat at the glass with all his might. The force sent shockwaves up his arms, but the glass didn’t crack. It didn’t shatter. Not even a scratch appeared.

“Come on!” he bellowed, swinging again and again, each strike more frenzied than the last. His breaths came in ragged gasps as he poured every ounce of strength into breaking free. Yet the window remained unyielding, a taunting, impenetrable barrier.

The ghost bride’s voice rang out, dripping with cruel amusement. “Oh, Seungmin,” she taunted, her tone honeyed but wicked. “You can’t break what isn’t real. Haven’t you realized yet? You’re mine.”

Seungmin’s frustration erupted in a guttural yell as he slammed the bat to the floor with a force that rattled the room. “Dammit!” he shouted, his chest heaving, his breath uneven.

You placed a trembling hand on his arm, your voice barely a whisper. “Seungmin… stop. It’s useless.”

He turned to you, his eyes wild with a storm of anger and helplessness. “So what? You want us to just sit here and play her twisted games? No way.”

But despite the fire in his voice, he sank onto the couch, his shoulders slumping under the weight of defeat. You followed, sitting beside him as the suffocating silence of the room pressed in from all sides. Neither of you dared to speak, the tension as heavy as a thick fog. Your hands shook uncontrollably in your lap, curling into fists in a vain attempt to steady yourself. But the tears came anyway, silent, relentless, beyond your control. Exhaustion made you indifferent to wiping them away.

The quiet stretched on, unbearable and thick. Finally, the weight of everything overwhelmed you, and the tears fell freely, a quiet admission of the helplessness consuming you.

“I’m sorry,” Seungmin muttered suddenly, his voice barely audible. He stared at the floor, his expression unreadable.

You shook your head, your voice raw. “It’s not your fault. None of this is.”

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Before you could say anything else, the room flickered to life. The television powered on with a loud click, its eerie light casting shifting shadows against the walls. Static buzzed briefly before clearing. Words began forming on the screen, their playful, sinister font twisting in an unnatural dance:

“Make a meal together; it warms your heart with every bite.”

Seungmin’s jaw tightened. “What the hell is this?” he muttered.

“She’s toying with us,” you said, your voice trembling.

The bride’s laughter rang out again, surrounding you, suffocating you. “A little teamwork never hurt anyone,” she cooed, her voice as mocking as it was chilling. “Show me your love, and perhaps I’ll let you leave.”

Seungmin shot to his feet, his fury igniting as he glared at the screen. “This is insane! You want us to cook for you? Are you kidding me?”

“Oh, it’s not for me,” the bride’s voice replied, smooth yet ice-cold. “It’s for you. For each other. Love begins in the little things, don’t you think?”

You scoffed, running a hand through your hair as frustration bubbled over. “This is ridiculous. We’re not doing this.”

Seungmin’s voice softened, almost breaking. “Y/N…” The fear in his eyes made your stomach twist. “What choice do we have?” he whispered. “If we don’t do what she wants… we’ll never get out of here.”

You hesitated, your jaw tightening as you fought the logic in his words. Memories of distant promises and the ghost’s accusation, ex-best friend, lingered in your mind like an unanswered question. “This is so messed up,” you muttered, your stomach twisting. But finally, you nodded. “Fine. Let’s just get it over with.”

The television clicked off abruptly, plunging the room back into a chilling silence.

Then, without warning, the kitchen lights blazed to life. The space transformed before your eyes, now immaculately pristine yet unnervingly surreal. Neatly arranged ingredients and utensils lined the countertops, every item positioned with unsettling precision as though the scene had been waiting for you.

You and Seungmin exchanged a wary glance, unease rippling between you. But with no other choice, you stepped toward the kitchen.

The ghost bride’s voice slithered through the air once more, smug and cold. “Make it with love,” she whispered. “Every bite counts.”

“Tofu, gochugaru, chicken stock, kimchi, soy sauce, garlic…” Seungmin scanned the ingredients, his eyes darting between each item. His lips quirked into a small, bittersweet smile as he murmured, “Looks like we’re making sundubu jjigae tonight… just like old times.” His eyes met yours briefly, flickering with a shadow of something you couldn’t quite place.

You glared at Seungmin, the warmth of old memories clashing with the simmering anger in your chest. “Don’t,” you said sharply, your voice cutting through the tension like a blade. He flinched, the weight of unspoken guilt evident in his expression. “Let’s just get this over with.”

The air between you was suffocating as you both moved to complete the task, the ghost bride’s ominous laughter still lingering like a cruel echo. Despite the charged silence, your movements synced in an odd, unspoken rhythm. There were awkward moments, a brush of fingers here, a fumbled handoff there but neither of you acknowledged them. Slowly, the dish began to take shape. The tofu, sliced into precise cubes, bobbed in the bubbling broth, rich with the tangy heat of kimchi and the vibrant red of gochugaru. The aroma of Sundubu Jjigae filled the space, stirring memories you had long buried.

Finally, the dish was complete. You both stood back, staring at the finished stew. The vibrant hues of the kimchi and tofu stood out against the dark, glossy broth. It looked perfect, almost too perfect for the chaos surrounding you.

Seungmin shifted beside you, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “It smells... just like before,” he muttered, glancing at you.

You ignored the pang in your chest and picked up a spoon, the warm aroma curling around you. The first bite brought a rush of flavor that made your eyes widen in surprise. The stew was rich, spicy, and deeply comforting so much so that for a fleeting moment, the oppressive weight of the room seemed to lift.

“It’s... good,” you admitted, the words slipping out reluctantly. You hated how it brought a small, fleeting smile to Seungmin’s lips.

“Yeah?” he asked softly, hope flickering in his voice.

You didn’t answer, instead handing him a bowl. The two of you ate in tense silence, the quiet punctuated by the occasional clink of spoons against ceramic. For a moment, it almost felt like old times, like you were a team again. Almost.

But Seungmin broke the illusion. “YN,” he began hesitantly, his voice low. “I’m sorry... for everything. For ghosting you. I should’ve been there.”

You froze, your spoon hovering mid-air, before setting it down with a sharp clink. “Don’t,” you said, your voice brittle. “You don’t get to do this now. You left, Seungmin. No explanation, no goodbye. You don’t get to apologize and expect it to fix everything.”

His jaw tightened, guilt flashing in his eyes. “I know,” he murmured. “I don’t expect you to forgive me. But I....”

“Enough,” you interrupted, your voice rising slightly. “It doesn’t matter now.”

The air crackled with tension, thick and suffocating, before the ghost bride’s mocking laughter pierced through it like a blade. Her voice echoed from every corner of the room, cold and taunting. “Ah, such delightful drama,” she purred. “But you’re not done yet.”

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The room shifted suddenly, the air growing colder as the lights dimmed. The kitchen vanished, replaced by an unsettlingly romantic setup. Candlelight flickered across the table, casting eerie shadows on the walls. The scent of roses overwhelmed your senses, sickly sweet and cloying. A table for two stood at the center, adorned with fine china, silverware, and a bottle of wine that seemed to gleam ominously.

“What is this now?” Seungmin asked, his voice tinged with disbelief.

You shook your head, your lips pressing into a thin line. “Her idea of a joke, apparently.”

The ghost bride appeared in the shadows, her translucent figure floating effortlessly. Her grin was sharp, her voice dripping with malice. “A romantic dinner. Just the two of you,” she cooed. “I want to see love rekindled.”

Seungmin glanced around the transformed room, his brow furrowed in confusion. “I... didn’t expect this,” he muttered, disbelief thick in his voice.

“Yeah, well, neither did I,” you replied, avoiding his gaze. “What are we supposed to do here? Pretend this is normal?”

He let out a nervous laugh, his hands fidgeting with the silverware in front of him. The suffocating awkwardness in the air was almost tangible, made worse by the ghost bride’s cold, knowing smile hovering in the background.

“So, uh... this is romantic, huh?” Seungmin said dryly, reaching for a wine glass in an attempt to lighten the mood.

You raised an eyebrow, scoffing. “Romantic? We’re trapped in a haunted house with a ghost forcing us to make dinner, and who knows what else.”

“Right,” Seungmin murmured, a nervous chuckle slipping out. His eyes darted to yours briefly before he hesitated, his expression uncertain. “Okay, so... do you want to talk about anything? I mean, since we’re here.”

The question hung in the air, thick and heavy. The tension between you was palpable, but an odd thread of humor weaved through it as you both fumbled to make the situation less unbearable. Reaching for your wine glass, you were stopped short when Seungmin grabbed it first.

“Hey! That’s mine!” you protested, leaning forward with a grin to snatch it back.

“No way,” he countered with a smirk. “I’m the one who gets to drink first.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, did I miss the royal decree that makes you the king of wine?” you shot back, an eyebrow arched.

Seungmin snorted, clearly amused. “At least I’m not the one trying to chug all the wine just because this is supposed to be a ‘romantic date.’”

You narrowed your eyes in mock irritation. “That’s it. I’m leaving.”

“Go ahead,” he teased, his smirk widening. “See how that works out for you.”

Before you could fire back, the ghost bride’s chilling laughter echoed through the room, louder and more pointed this time. “Oh, come on, you two. Can’t even enjoy a meal together?” Her voice dripped with mockery, her head tilting in amusement as if she were thoroughly entertained by your awkward exchange.

You stared down at your plate, your appetite fading. “What’s there to talk about?” you muttered, your voice sharp with lingering resentment. “It’s been what months, Seungmin ? You disappeared without a word.”

Seungmin flinched at the accusation, his guilt evident in the way he avoided your eyes. “Yeah... I know. And I’m sorry. I should’ve....”

“Don’t,” you interrupted, your tone flat and unwavering. “I don’t want to hear it.”

He faltered, his mouth opening as if to respond, but no words came out. The silence that followed was suffocating, every scrape of silverware and shift in posture amplified in the stillness. The weight of unspoken words hung heavily between you, while the ghost bride’s watchful gaze loomed over the table, as though eagerly awaiting the next spark of conflict.

“So...” Seungmin tried again, forcing a weak smile as he gestured to the food. “What do we do now? Eat?”

You gave him a look of pure exasperation. “Yeah, I guess that’s the whole point.”

The two of you ate in tense silence, though neither seemed to actually enjoy the meal. Seungmin kept stealing glances at you from the corner of his eye, only to quickly look away when you caught him. You, in turn, picked at your food, determined not to meet his gaze.

Then, cutting through the oppressive quiet like a blade, the ghost bride’s voice echoed once more, her tone icy and amused. “You’re so quiet. Is this how you two always eat together?”

You looked up, startled by the ghost bride’s sudden intrusion. “What do you want from us?” you snapped, your patience wearing thin. “We’re eating. We’re doing what you want.”

The ghost bride smiled that unnerving, disembodied smile again, her voice syrupy sweet. “How can you say that when you’re so distant? Where’s the love? Where’s the spark? I demand to see it.”

“Spark?” Seungmin stammered, glancing between you and the ghost bride, clearly baffled. “We’re barely even talking, and you want... that?”

“Love is in the little things,” she cooed, her tone dripping with false sweetness. “The way you feed each other, the way you smile at each other, the way you share a quiet moment. Let’s see if you remember that.”

Seungmin shot a confused look at you. “Uh... YN?” he said, his voice heavy with reluctance. “I guess... should we share a bite or something? To, you know, show the ‘love’ or whatever?”

You blinked, taken aback by his suggestion. “What? No. You don’t just... share food to rekindle a spark,” you said, a half-laugh escaping you as you shook your head at the absurdity of it all.

Seungmin’s eyes widened in realization, and a nervous laugh slipped from his lips. “No, no! I’m just trying to make the ghost lady happy.”

The humor fell flat, and the tension returned, thickening the air once more. You sighed, deciding it was better to just get it over with. “Fine. Let’s just do this.” With a mixture of reluctance and exasperation, you held out your fork, offering him a bite of your dish.

Seungmin hesitated, his face caught between amusement and discomfort. “Alright, here goes nothing.” He leaned in to take the bite, but as he did, he knocked the plate, splashing sauce onto his shirt.

You burst out laughing, unable to stop yourself. “Smooth move, Seungmin,” you teased, the laughter easing the tension, if only briefly. “Guess you’re really ‘sparking’ things up now.”

Seungmin, his face flushed with embarrassment, managed a sheepish grin. “Yeah, well, guess I’m not the expert in romance.”

Just as the awkwardness seemed to subside, the ghost bride’s voice echoed through the room again, cold and mocking. “How sweet. But this is not enough. The next part of your task begins now...”

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The ghost bride clapped her translucent hands together, a gleeful smile stretching across her eerie face. “A dance! Let’s see if you can move as one, with grace and passion.”

Seungmin groaned. “A dance? Really? We’re in the middle of... whatever this is, and now you want us to waltz?”

You shot him a sharp look. “Oh, come on. It’s not like we have a choice here, Seungmin.”

“Why do I feel like this is some kind of sick couples’ therapy?” he muttered under his breath, earning a half-snort, half-smile from you.

The ghost bride’s voice cut through the air again, dripping with authority. “Enough stalling. The music begins now.”

Suddenly, a hauntingly beautiful melody filled the room, the kind of tune that sent chills down your spine. The ghost bride drifted to the side, her expectant gaze fixed on the two of you.

“Alright, let’s get this over with,” Seungmin said with an exaggerated sigh, extending his hand toward you. “Try not to step on my feet.”

“Oh, please,” you scoffed, taking his hand. “If anyone’s stepping on toes, it’s you.”

He grinned, leaning in slightly. “Bold of you to assume you’re that light on your feet.”

You narrowed your eyes at him but didn’t respond, allowing him to lead you to the center of the room. As his hand settled on your waist, a flicker of awkwardness sparked between you two, a reminder of the tension that still lingered, unresolved and thick in the air.

The dance started off slow, almost too slow. The melody swayed between romantic and ominous, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were being watched. Oh right, the ghost bride. Of course, you were being watched.

“Okay, not bad,” Seungmin said, his tone a mix of surprise and approval as you twirled into his arms without tripping. “Maybe you’ve had some practice.”

“Are you saying you didn’t expect me to be good at this?” you shot back, raising an eyebrow.

“I’m saying I’ve seen you trip over a flat surface,” he replied, fighting back a laugh.

You opened your mouth to argue, but he spun you before you could. For a moment, it felt like you might actually fall, but Seungmin caught you effortlessly, pulling you back into him with a smirk.

“See? I’ve got you,” he said, his voice softening, almost teasing.

You stared at him a beat too long before glancing away. “Don’t get used to it,” you muttered, focusing on the steps instead of the warmth of his hand on your back.

The ghost bride’s voice sliced through the music like a blade. “You call this dancing? Where’s the passion? Where’s the fire?”

Seungmin shot her an incredulous look. “We’re trying, okay? Maybe lower your expectations.”

“Passion doesn’t need to be tried,” she snapped. “It comes naturally.”

“Well, excuse us for not being the leads in some ghostly rom-com,” you retorted, earning a stifled laugh from Seungmin.

The ghost bride’s chilling smile returned. “Let me make it easier for you, then.” With a wave of her hand, the room seemed to shrink, forcing you and Seungmin even closer. The music grew louder, more insistent, as if daring you to falter.

You stumbled slightly, your face inches from Seungmin’s chest. “Great. Now she’s making us claustrophobic.”

“Just focus,” Seungmin said, steadying you with an arm around your waist. His voice had lost its usual sarcasm, and for a moment, he almost sounded reassuring.

But then his next words shattered the moment: “Unless you’d rather call it quits and let her haunt us forever.”

“Oh, you wish,” you shot back, pulling away just enough to regain your footing. “I’m not giving her the satisfaction.”

You moved in sync again, the tension easing ever so slightly with each step. The occasional bump of knees or misstep drew soft laughs, though neither of you dared to acknowledge the deeper emotions lingering beneath the surface.

Just as you started to think you might survive this without further embarrassment, Seungmin’s foot caught on yours, sending him off balance. He grabbed onto you for support, pulling you down in an awkward heap on the floor.

“Well, that was graceful,” you said, struggling to suppress a laugh as you sat up.

“Totally your fault,” Seungmin replied, wincing as he rubbed his elbow. “You distracted me.”

“Oh, sure. Blame me for your two left feet.”

Before he could respond, the ghost bride loomed over you both, her expression unreadable. “Pathetic,” she sighed. “But entertaining, at least.”

You exchanged a glance with Seungmin, the humor of the situation bubbling up despite everything. “Guess we’re better at comedy than choreography,” he muttered, a small smile tugging at his lips.

For once, you didn’t argue. “Yeah. At least we’ve got that going for us.”

The ghost bride’s disapproving sigh echoed through the room as the music faded. “Enough. Perhaps you’ll do better in the next task.”

Your stomach sank. Next task? You glanced at Seungmin, who looked equally apprehensive. “What do you think she has in mind this time?” you asked.

He shrugged, helping you to your feet. “Knowing her? Something even worse.”

“Fantastic,” you said dryly, brushing yourself off. “Can’t wait.”

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The ghost bride’s voice dripped with amusement as she announced the next task. “One fine blood-red rose from the terrace garden under the moonlight. Alone, of course.”

“Alone?” you repeated, narrowing your eyes. “Why? Isn’t this a team thing?”

She let out a chilling laugh. “Not this time. You must do this alone, my dear.”

Seungmin took a step forward, his jaw tight with defiance. “This is ridiculous. I’m not letting her....”

“Any interference will result in consequences,” the ghost bride warned, her voice sharp as a knife.

You sighed, rolling your eyes. “It’s fine. I’ll do it. Just… stay here, Seungmin.”

His expression was etched with worry, but he nodded reluctantly. “Be careful. Yell if anything happens.”

“Great advice in a haunted house,” you muttered under your breath as you headed toward the staircase.

The air grew colder with each step, your breath visible in the dimly lit corridor. The shadows seemed alive, shifting and flickering as though they were watching you.

Halfway up the staircase, a loud thud echoed behind you. You whipped around, heart racing, but saw nothing, just the empty hall.

“Okay,” you whispered, swallowing hard. “It’s just the house messing with me. That’s all.”

When you turned back, a porcelain doll was suddenly on the step in front of you, its glassy eyes locked onto yours. You let out a startled yelp, stumbling back.

“How did you…?” you began, but before you could finish, the doll’s head slowly turned to the side with a faint, deliberate creak.

“Nope. Nope. Nope,” you muttered, sidestepping the doll and hurrying up the stairs.

At the top, the faint sound of a child’s laughter echoed through the air, sending a chill down your spine. You glanced over your shoulder to find the staircase now filled with dolls, all standing eerily still, their unblinking eyes following your every move.

“Wonderful,” you muttered, forcing yourself to keep moving. “Just me and my creepy doll fan club.”

The terrace door loomed ahead, and as you reached for the handle, it creaked open on its own.

“Of course,” you muttered, stepping outside. The garden was bathed in silvery moonlight, its beauty strangely mesmerizing. But the eerie calm didn’t last.

As you approached the rose bush, the sound of footsteps echoed behind you. You froze, your heart pounding. “Hello?” you called, your voice trembling.

No response.

Taking a shaky breath, you turned back toward the rose bush, only to find a shadowy figure standing between you and the flowers. Its face was obscured, its form flickering like a dying lightbulb.

“Who ? what ? ” you stammered, stumbling back. The figure tilted its head, and before you could react, it lunged at you with a guttural scream.

You shrieked, ducking just in time as the figure dissolved into thin air.

“Okay, this is officially the worst idea ever,” you muttered, your hands trembling as you approached the rose bush again.

The blood-red rose glowed under the moonlight, its vibrant hue almost hypnotic. You reached out hesitantly, your fingers brushing the petals. As soon as you plucked it, the ground beneath you crumbled away.

A scream tore from your throat as you grabbed onto a nearby vase, your legs dangling over the void below. The once-beautiful terrace was now a crumbling expanse of nothingness, the wind howling in your ears.

Back in the dining room, Seungmin shot to his feet when he heard your scream. “Y/N!” he shouted, sprinting toward the terrace despite the ghost bride’s warning.

Meanwhile, you clung to the vase, your arms trembling. A narrow rope bridge materialized in front of you, swaying dangerously in the wind.

“Really?!” you shouted at the void, your voice dripping with sarcasm. “This is the solution?!”

Seungmin burst onto the terrace, his face pale with fear. “Y/N!”

“Oh, hey,” you called weakly, your voice trembling. “Fancy seeing you here. Just hanging out. Literally.”

His eyes darted to the rope bridge, then to you. “What the hell is going on?!”

“Long story. Not the time!”

Ignoring the ghost bride’s warning, Seungmin stepped onto the rope bridge, his arms outstretched to keep his balance as the wind howled around him.

“Stop!” you yelled. “She said...”

“I don’t care what she said!” he snapped, his voice laced with desperation. “I’m not letting you do this alone!”

As he inched closer, you felt your grip slipping. “Seungmin,” you whispered, tears streaming down your face. “I can’t hold on.”

“You’re not falling,” he said firmly, his jaw clenched. “Not on my watch.”

When he finally reached you, he grabbed your arm, his grip steady despite the shaking bridge. With a grunt, he pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly as the void disappeared and the terrace returned to its original state.

You clung to him, your breaths coming in short, ragged gasps.

“Thanks,” you murmured, your voice barely audible.

He held you tighter, his voice low and filled with emotion. “I’m not losing you. Not again.”

From the shadows, the ghost bride observed with a satisfied smile. “Well done. The rose is yours… but your journey is far from over.”

The air grew heavier as you and Seungmin descended the staircase from the terrace. Without warning, her chilling voice echoed around you once more. “Oh, how sweet you two look together. Let’s dig deeper, shall we?”

Before you could react, the world around you shifted. The air turned icy, and a dense fog engulfed the staircase. You turned to Seungmin, but he was no longer beside you.

“Seungmin?!” you called, panic gripping your chest.

“Y/N!” his voice echoed faintly, distant and unreachable....

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The fog swallowed your surroundings completely. When it cleared, you found yourself in a dimly lit room. Shadows flickered along the walls, and at the center stood an ornate mirror, glowing faintly. On a pedestal before it lay the blood-red rose you had plucked earlier.

The ghost bride’s voice slithered into your ears, soft and sinister. “To move forward, you must confront the truth. Pick the rose, and let it reveal what you’ve buried deep inside.”

Your hands trembled as you reached for the rose. The sharp thorns pricked your finger, a single drop of blood welling up. The mirror rippled like water, and an image began to form.

At first, it was blurry, but as the scene sharpened, you realized what you were looking at, a younger version of yourself, no older than eight, sitting cross-legged on a playground bench. Beside you sat Seungmin, his cheeks flushed from the autumn chill, his dark hair sticking out in all directions. In one hand, he held a popsicle; in the other, a bright yellow bandage, which he clumsily pressed against your scraped knee.

“Stop squirming,” he mumbled, his tongue poking out in concentration.

“It hurts!” your younger self whined, tears welling up as you winced.

“Well, maybe if you weren’t always trying to show off, this wouldn’t have happened,” he retorted, exasperated but not unkind. “Just… stay still, okay?”

Despite his words, his touch was gentle. His small hands carefully smoothed the bandage into place. When he finished, he leaned back with a satisfied smile.

“There. Good as new,” he declared, holding up his popsicle triumphantly.

Your younger self sniffled, managing a weak smile. The sting of the scrape faded in the face of his earnestness. “Thanks, Minnie.”

“Don’t call me that,” he grumbled, though his pink cheeks betrayed his embarrassment.

It was a small, fleeting moment, but it had set the foundation for your entire friendship. Seungmin had always been there for you, through scraped knees, school struggles, and the awkwardness of growing up, you’d been each other’s constants.

The scene shifted, and the golden playground light was replaced by the hum of fluorescent bulbs. Now high school-aged, you both sat on the rooftop of your school, textbooks spread out between you.

“Do you think they’re right?” Seungmin asked suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence.

“Who?” you asked, looking up from your notes.

“My parents,” he murmured, barely above a whisper. “They’re always saying I’m not good enough. That I’ll never amount to anything.”

His words struck something deep within you, and without thinking, you reached out and placed a comforting hand on his arm. “That’s not true, Seungmin,” you said firmly. “You’re one of the smartest, most talented people I know. And you’re kind. Who cares what they think?”

He turned to you then, his eyes filled with an emotion you couldn’t quite place. For a moment, the world narrowed to just the two of you, his gaze heavy and unwavering. Then he gave you a small, shy smile and nodded.

“Thanks, Y/N,” he said softly. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

The rooftop scene dissolved, replaced by the hustle of a university library. The two of you were surrounded by a mountain of books and empty coffee cups, deep into finals week.

“Alright,” Seungmin said, snapping his fingers to get your attention. “What’s the answer to question five on the practice exam?”

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “I don’t know! I’m going to fail, drop out, and probably end up living in a cardboard box somewhere.”

“Relax,” he said with a laugh. “You always do this, Y/N. You freak out, and then you ace the exam like it’s nothing.”

“Says the guy who crammed the entire syllabus last night,” you shot back, rolling your eyes.

“And yet, here I am,” he replied with a grin that lit up his entire face. “Maybe I’m just a genius.”

“Shut up,” you muttered, fighting a smile.

“Y/N, you’ve got this,” he said, his voice dropping to something softer, more earnest. “You’re one of the hardest-working people I’ve ever met. And, just so you know, you’re kind of a genius too.”

His words made your cheeks flush, and you turned your attention back to your notes, mumbling, “Whatever, Minnie.”

He laughed, warm and carefree, and you couldn’t help but smile despite yourself.

The scene shifted, and suddenly, you were standing at the entrance of the house, the night of the party. Your past self lingered at the doorway, smoothing down your outfit nervously as if it could steady the whirlwind inside you. Felix was the first to greet you, his ever-bright grin lighting up his face as he extended a drink toward you.

“Finally! The life of the party is here,” he said, his cheerful voice cutting through the hum of conversation and the pulsing music.

You took the drink with a small smile, your fingers trembling slightly as you gripped the glass. The party was alive around you, laughter, vibrant chatter, and the warmth of so many people gathered in one space. But your focus wasn’t on them. It never was.

You stood near the bar, fidgeting with your drink as your eyes roamed the room. Your heart pounded with a mix of nerves and anticipation, every step forward feeling like a delicate balance between courage and hesitation. It felt as though everything in the past few months had been leading to this moment. Every unspoken feeling, every stolen glance, and every night you stayed up thinking about him, all of it had brought you here.

And then you saw him. Seungmin.

He stood across the room, near the far corner, casually leaning against the wall as he laughed with a group of mutual friends. He looked just as he always did, relaxed, effortlessly composed, and with that soft smile that always sent your heart into a frenzy.

But tonight, there was something different. The way his eyes darted around the room, almost searching, sent a flicker of hope sparking in your chest.

“Maybe he’s looking for me?” you thought, the idea igniting a warmth within you.

You hesitated, the weight of what you had decided to do pressing heavily on your chest. Your palms were clammy, and your stomach churned with nervous energy. You had promised yourself tonight would be the night. You would tell him how you felt, how he wasn’t just your best friend but your everything.

Taking a deep breath, you clenched your hands at your sides and took a tentative step toward him.

But before you could reach him, a familiar voice slurred behind you, freezing you in your tracks.

“Y/N…”

Your stomach sank as you turned and found yourself face-to-face with Hyunjin. His disheveled appearance and glassy eyes told you everything you needed to know, he was drunk. The redness in his cheeks wasn’t from the party but from something far more troubling.

“Hyunjin,” you said cautiously, stepping back as he stumbled closer to you. “You’re drunk. You shouldn’t be here.”

“Drunk? Maybe,” he said with a bitter laugh, his words slurring as he gestured loosely with his hand. “But I had to see you. I needed to see you.”

Your heart tightened as he took another unsteady step closer, his expression shifting from bitterness to pleading. “Y/N, I made a mistake. I was stupid. I…I want you back.”

His words hit you like a tidal wave, but not in the way he probably intended. You took another step back, your voice steady but firm. “Hyunjin, we’ve been over this. It’s over. You need to let this go.”

But he wasn’t listening. His desperation took hold, and before you could stop him, his hands grabbed your arms, pulling you into a tight, forceful hug.

“Please,” he whispered, his voice trembling and raw. “Just one more chance. I can be better. I swear.”

Your breath caught, anger bubbling beneath the surface as you struggled against his grip.

“Hyunjin, stop it!” you snapped, your voice rising. “Let me go!”

The mirror zoomed out, revealing something you hadn’t noticed that night, a shadow in the corner. Your heart sank as the image sharpened to show Seungmin.

He had been watching the entire exchange.

Your breath hitched, your chest tightening painfully as the mirror captured his expression in that fleeting, raw moment. Gone was his usual calm demeanor, the quiet confidence that made him seem unshakable. Instead, his face was a storm of emotions: hurt, betrayal, and anger. His jaw was clenched so tightly it looked like it might shatter, his fists trembling at his sides. His eyes, usually soft and warm when they landed on you, were now ablaze with a mixture of pain and fury.

From across the room, Seungmin’s gaze locked on the sight of Hyunjin holding you. Your face was obscured, pressed against Hyunjin’s shoulder, and in Seungmin’s mind, the worst conclusions took root and twisted deeper with every passing second.

Tears gathered in his eyes, but he refused to let them fall.

The mirror panned back to Seungmin, and you could see how quickly the anger began to smother the sadness in his expression. His thoughts spilled into the room like whispers from a wound too deep to heal.

“Of course you’d choose him… Why wouldn’t you? I’ll never be enough for you, Y/N. Not for you, not for anyone.”

You stumbled back a step, your voice breaking as you whispered, “No. Seungmin, I wasn’t...I didn’t…”

Suddenly Seungmin’s thoughts faded as the mirror darkened, leaving only his broken expression burned into your mind. You reached out instinctively, as though you could change the past by touching the glass, but your fingers met only a cold, unyielding surface.

The reflection twisted, the room behind you flickering like a dying light, and when it settled again, you were staring at Seungmin, only this time, his lips were pressed against Beth’s.

Your heart stopped, the image searing into your chest like a brand.

But the scene didn’t stop….

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[shinygemstone]

HERE IS A LIST OF THE 30 MAIN KIPO AUs I WANT BUT WILL NEVER HAVE BECAUSE THE FANFIC COMMUNITY IS TINY IN ORDER OF SPOILERINESS (FEWEST SPOILERS FIRST OBVIOUSLY)

1. An AU where Kipo doesn't end up on the surface in the first episode, and has to go through the events with the mega monkey still looking for her

2. An AU in which all of Kipo's people are actually dead, and she's the only survivor. Depression for everyone!!

3. An AU where Margot never betrayed Wolf, and the two have a very close and codependent relationship. Bonus points if Wolf gets kidnapped by Scarlemagne

4. An AU where Wolf's wolf parents never actually betrayed her and raised her alongside the other children. Wolf girl wolf.

5. AU where the protagonists end up separated after Ratland, with Kipo and Benson trying their best to escape Scarlemagne's place without Scarlemagne realizing they're there while Wolf, Mandu, and Dave try to save them

6. AU like #1, except Lio fucking dies and Kipo's body now assumes it is in danger a lot more. So now she's dealing with the mega monkey and turning into the mega jaguar

7. Kipo gets along a little too well with the timbercats, and they kind of adopt her. Parental Yumyan and Molly. They're not surprised to find out she's part cat and teach her how to properly kitty

8. In which Lio turns out to be the mega monkey, somehow.

9. In which Kipo was raised on the surface, and is kind of known as the local feral half cat creature. Naturally, Scarlemagne kidnaps her for weapon usage and oops. Guess he has to teach the feral out of her

10. In which Jamack joins the protagonists (if you didn't think my man would be here you're wrong)

11. Let Kipo get upset about the whole mega jaguar thing PLEASE

12. Song and Lio raise Kipo, while Song is suppressing the mutagen and struggling more and more as she gets older.

13. Song turns out to fill Dr. Emilia's role, and is actually trying to end mutekind.

14. Emilia gets her hands on Kipo, but mistakes her for a normal human (somehow) so Kipo grows up in the science burrow believing mutes killed her parents and that what Emilia is doing is justified. Bonus points if she's Emilia's protege/assistant/intern

15. Emilia gets her hands on Kipo, knowing that she's Song and Lio's daughter, and decides she can use Kipo as a weapon. This would involve a lot of dehumanization and likely good brother Scarlemagne/Hugo. Also Lio? Totally dead

16. AU where Lio manages to yoink Hugo. That's the AU. Hugo and Lio and Kipo as family.

17. AU #16 with angst: Lio gets captured, so it's just Hugo and Kipo. Bonus points if Kipo grows up in Ratland

18. For even more angst, Scarlemagne kidnaps Kipo, raising her in his blooming empire. Except Scarlemagne has no idea how to raise a child, especially not one who's half mega jaguar.

19. Where Mulholland doesn't help Kipo, and Scarlemagne's coronation goes as planned.

20. Where Emilia kidnapping the mutes was a trap, and it works as planned. Kipo is in for such a bad time.

21. Where what Emilia did to the mutes she kidnapped mutes is a lot more horrific than in cannon.

22. WOLF BOTHERS TO REPLACE STALKY

23. Margot changes her mind about betraying Wolf sooner, and Emilia never captures any of the protagonists. Consequently, Emilia sneaks into timbercat village to conduct her evil plans.

24. Instead of Yumyan, Kipo gets hit by the cure. Consequently, the decision is made to have the mega jaguar deal with all subsequent human incidents. This prevents It's a Trap from happening.

25. Kipo gets hit by the cure, except it works. No more mega jaguar, but she gets back to timbercat village.

26. Kipo goes through with sinking the cruise ship. Insert huge crisis (and maybe Song, Lio, or both of them rejecting Kipo/treating her like a monster. Please. I live for angst)

27. AU where Dave kills child Benson, and is a reoccurring side character who's literally just a bastard

28. Fun Gus Monster Emilia. Like just IMAGINE if she took Gus' DNA instead of the mega walrus. Sludge monsters are underrated imo, and she could do so much fucking damage.

29. Emilia gets stuck as a half mute, and gets shoved in prison. Maybe with Hoag.

30. SCARLEMAGNE LIVES

[aserene]

Aserene's Master Fic List

Last updated 7 January 2025; the newest works are in red. Anything posted on AO3 or FF can be found in this list, fragments and WIPs will be listed at the bottom of each section. My AO3 works are largely locked to registered users only due to AI scraping. If you need an account, please feel free to hit me up for an invite code while I have them to spare.

Fate: the Winx Saga

Why "Did it break your skin" or "Hello Bloom" has such an impact is a question I can't answer. Sorry, Not Sorry.

Regin of Dragon Series

The Smoking Incident (Silrah, pre-canon, Keggar Explanation) 

Are you my fairy Godmother? (Silrah, Ficlets, Bloom & Farah Prequel to main story) 

The Heir of Dragons (WIP, Silrah, HOTD cross over, Farah meets Rhaenys, Bloom & Farah found family) 

Sparrow, Spider this is how it had to be

Sparrow, Sparrow on the hill (Silrah, Farah-centric time travel fix it) 

Spider, spider in the tree - Tell me how it ends (Silrah, Saul-Centric time travel fix it) 

Echantix and More 

Snow (Silrah, Bloom & Farah bonding) 

Across the Sea, Soar Above (Silrah, Mako Mermaids cross over) 

Faith, Trust, and Pixie Dust (Silrah, Winx power swap) 

Downpour (Silrah, Power Reveal, Bloom & Farah Bonding) 

Lighting (Silrah, Skloom, Protective Farah & Saul) 

Farah and the Caturday 

Tell Tail Heart (Silrah, transformation accidents) 

Let me tell you a tail (Silrah, Bloom & Farah, transformation accidents, Bloom’s in trouble) 

Other Works 

snow and sweatshirts (silrah sharing clothes)

State of Mind (Farah has trouble with her powers)

Down an unknown road to embrace my fate (Meet the family, Silrah, lost child, Selkie)

Made You Look (Silrah, fluffy)

All the Stars in Your Hair (Silrah hair braiding, slight Star Wars cross)

A Solo Guardian (Silrah, Farah & Bloom bonding, Direwolf)

A road so rough, this I know (Road trips, Silrah, Episode tag)

Prompt Fills:

HEX Gifts 

tis the damn season (meet the family/kind of, snowball fights)

And the sky is a hazy shade of winter  (Winter whump, snowball fights)

soft snow falling in a winter serenade (winter party disaster)

Reverse Big Bang 

Ferns are what it must mean to love without yearning (Farah the Fern) 

WIPS:

The Geas of It (Silrah, Skloom, accidents, Like father–like son)

The Best Days (AU Fix it, Rosalind picked the wrong parents, Silrah & Bloom)

Exile (High Court Fae take an interest in Bloom)

The Heiress (Winx reflections on how they got their magic)

Farah the Cat (WIP for Farah and the Caturday) 

Pawlp Fiction (WIP for Farah and the Caturday)

Car Crash (Silrah, baby bloom)

Saul asks Luna for a favor (silrah, Luna, protective Saul)

NCIS 

Let me save you the trouble. They’re all jibbs. 

Long Live the Queen. 

Ex Files Take Two (episode re write)

A Christmas Fairy-Tale (Episode tag, team as family)

I’ve Read all the books beside your bed (domestic fluff, secret relationship)

Bella Noche (vampires)  

One in a Billion (Halloween) 

I talked to your dad, It’s a love story, just say “yes” (meet the family, Judgement Day fix it) 

Coffeeshop Chatter (Batman won’t like this prompt, Jenny overhears the wrong thing) 

In absentia lucis, Tenebrae vincunt, Coram amore lux valet (accidental love confessions)

The Director’s Fool (April fool’s prank) 

The Cure for Hangovers and Other Aliments (Gibbs to the rescue) 

Noli timere malum, sed time heroa (Jibbslet, Kidnapping, Angst with happy ending) 

Truth in the Lies (fake marriage) 

Ask Her (tag to Knockout) 

Say Goodbye 007 (Mentions of JAG, fluff)

The Twelve Days of Christmas (Christmas fluff)

Twist of the Mind (WIP, Secret Relationship, memory alteration) 

Off the Clock (Girl talk) 

He Knocked (Episode tag) 

Haunting (Halloween Fluff)

Muscle Spasm (Gibbs whump, Jenny gives TLC)

Paris Rose (fluff & crack, lipstick) 

Only With You (undercover as married)

The Missing High Heels (Slight sequel to Only with you)

Jen, Jenny, and the Director (fuff & angst, crack treated seriously) 

The Manual (Gibbs’ Rules, Fluff, Team Dynamics) 

History Lessons (Fluffy collection of ficlets) 

Carols in the Night Series

Carols in the Night (Holiday Found Family)

February Ills (Fluffbruary Sequel to Carols in the Night)

The Easter Bunny (Easter theme)

Mother's First (Mother's day)

He didn't have to (Father's day)

Judgement Day Rewritten Series

Second Chances (Gibbs wakes up in a world where Jenny isn’t dead, yet)

From Now On (Jenny gets a second chance and learns what honesty can change) 

The Reality of Acceptance  (Gibbs follows Jenny to LA)

Expressing the Inexpressible Series 

That’s not her style (Tabloids report on Jenny) 

Goodbye Earl (Gibbs finds an interesting person in the middle of an investigation) 

Home (letters, fluff and angst)

Our Song (tooth-rotting fluff) 

Do you Remember? (orchids, hidden relationship) 

24 (WIP) 

It’s beginning to get to me (WIP) 

Anything you can do (WIP)

A little fall of rain (WIP)

Something in Red (WIP)

So Close (WIP)

Ever, Ever, After (WIP)

She’s in Love (WIP)

That’s How You Know (WIP)

One Step Closer (WIP)

WIP 

Watering Your Plants (Post Hiatus) 

The Deal (deal to have a baby) 

Now I lay me down to sleep (secret relationship, abduction) 

Xena: Warrior Princess 

So you’re saying there is a chance… 

All Fics are Xena/Ares 

Eventually, these will be rewritten and posted on AO3 

As Long as You’re Mine (post Looking Death in the Eyes) 

Reckoning the Thoughts (takes place during “The Reckoning) 

The Pendant (Aphrodite fixes Looking Death in the Eye) 

WIP 

Wrapped Around Your Finger (Post Xena coming back from Callisto) 

Black Roses Red (Hercules bashing) 

An Affair to Remember (Looking Death in the Eyes Fix It) 

House of the Dragon

WIP

Rhaenys Intervenes (Time Travel Fix-it)

Daemon and Rhaenys work together to save the House of the Dragon (Time Travel Fix-it)

Go All the Way Back (Rhaenyra and Rhaenys Time Travel)

Rhaenys Overhears (Rhaenys will make sure she is the only one with the title of the Queen Who Never Was) 

Cross Overs 

Call my name and save me from the dark (Fate, Wednesday, NCIS, I have issues okay?)

 Wishes come True, Not Free (Fate/Labyrinth) 

A Demon and A Fairy Sat Drinking (Fate/Chilling Adventures of Sabrina)

Grave Digger Redux (Bones/NCIS)

My Perfect Romance (NCIS/My Perfect Romance) 

Captain Bennett’s Christmas Catch (Christmas Catch/NCIS)

The Man with the Blue Eyes (NCIS/ CSI Miami) 

[ohplagg]

I Love Yoo Timeline Part 1/4

The Evidence Part 1

This is part 1 of 4 of my I Love Yoo Timeline as of Episode 241.

Part 1 and 2 consists of laying out all the detailed evidence with descriptions, screenshots and episode number.

Part 3 consists of explaining the evidence, connecting the dates and some math because the I Love Yoo universe (or as I like to call it, Yooniverse) uses letters instead of numbers to represent official years.

Part 4 is the I Love Yoo Timeline.

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Seeing Nessa alive in Kousuke's flashback of his highschool graduation day made me question everything I though I knew about the timeline so I have read, reread, and re-reread this webtoon; I've researched old reddit and tumblr posts, Quimchee's old Curious Cat answers, the wiki, and so much more.

(Just in case someone is worried, all information presented is free and publicly available. I was told that in Quimchee's patreon I could possibly find more exact information but I decided against looking there since I wouldn't be able to share my findings outside of patreon and my goal is for everyone who is a fan of I Love Yoo to be able to see this mega post.)

Because of the huge ammount of information I've decided to split my original post in 4 different parts so it's easier for everyone (including myself) to come back and find the information without having to endlessly scroll.

I encourage you all to go read/reread I Love Yoo with the new information you learn with this timeline in mind because oohhh boy does the story hit different. (Also take that opportunity to like all the episodes to support Quimchee!)

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Turns out there's a lot of information in a 7+ year old, 240+ episode long webtoon; who would have though? Not me!

Anyways, there's so much information scattered all over the place and everything is so connected to everything that it was hard to organize it.

The evidence and information is in ' Whatever Order I Remembered It' order , but even so I tried my best to keep it organized by categories.

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Episode 222 News articles

Here we got a lot of information in the presentation of news articles. So I'll keep this information as it's own category.

Let's read them up close.

Let's start with "Randulph Hannesson appointed as temporary Chairman of Hirahara Corp"

In it, it states how in March 27, 20WZ Rand gets appointed as temporary Chairman of the Board. At the same time, according to the public, he is "seeing" (dating?) Yui. Before becoming temporary Chairman of the Board (which we know he became permanent) he was CFO of Hirahara Corp. And before that he "founded a successful finance firm, Hannsesson Finance, which Hirahara Corp. has since acquired."

Now let's focus on the newspaper that's right under. In it, it talks about how an ilegal immigrant woman was found dead (assumed to be suicide) and her son is no where to be found. All arrows point to this woman being Nessa, Nol's mom.

It doesn't have a title but it does have a date. Newspapers normally publish these type of news the following morning from which the news happened meaning that Nessa died December 21st, 20XP

No wonder Nol hates his birthday week.

On the US Asia Daily Herald newspaper, "Chairman of Investment Giant Hirahara Corp to Step Down." When Rand was still CFO he was one of the witnesses that helped Young-Chul Kim be held accountable for all the SA he did. So that's where Nol got his sense of respecting and standing up for women. And that this happend in Octobre 31st, 20WY

Not really adding information to the timeline but just in case someone doesn't know, Yu-Jing has the police department interview transcripts for Nessa's death investigation

Lastly we have "Prestigious Prep School Closes SA Investiagtion With No Charges Filed" where it states that on March 20XW the 16-month long investigation of 50 years of SA with over 100 cases was basically dismissed.

Right before Nol was sent to the mental facility

Episode 150

Episode 150 starts with a flashback right after the brother incident where Nol is getting locked up in the mental facility ambulance. (This is confirmed in episode 210 because the dialogue matches up with the one in Kousuke's flashback)

And right after the flashback we get this news article that Yu-Jing has. "Troubled Child, Aftermath of the Hirahara Extra Marrital Affair."

So now we know that the brother incident that got Nol into the mental facility happened 1 year after the supposed marriage reconciliation between Yui and Rand.

Episode 210

We see a glimpse of the immediate aftermath of the incident.

It happened at night while raining.

Kousuke doesn't know what happened.

Yui's hand is bruised.

Nol is taken directly to the "Hirahara Mental Health Institute"

I'm very proud of my following discovery

The trees have no leaves.

Why is leafless trees so important and why am I so proud of my finding? Because trees lose their leaves during the Fall and by Winter they are completely leafless. This whole scene has all trees leafless meaning that it's winter. But hold on, it can't be winter winter because it's raining and not snowing. Bingo. It's early winter. And winter starts December 21st.

Episode 239

The pain I felt reading this after I figured out when in the timeline this happens.. my heart hurts.

This is the brother incident (at least the start of it).

Nol had no prior connection/relationship to the Hirahara's before this (he used the address on the letter's Rand send his mother to find them)

Nol went to Kousuke's house because he needs help, because he has no where else to go because his mother is gone.

If you're having a hard time keeping up, all this basically means the night Nessa died Nol went to look for Rand and his other family for help which is also the same night the brother incident happened which got Nol locked up in the Mental Facility which is why in both news articles Nol's whereabouts are unknown, because he was immediately taken away. (and all of this happened on his birthday :D).

After Nol got out of the mental facility

Episode 99

Nol presents himself using the name Yeong-gi.

Dieter and Nol met on the summer right before their first year of highschool.

Dieter met Nol before Soushi did.

At this moment in time it's been 5 years since Nol last saw his mom.

Episode 157

Nol was trying to befriend Soushi at the same time Kousuke was still in college.

Episode 155

Nol got out of the Mental Facility "roughly 6 years ago"

Nol spent "almost 2 years" inside the mental facility.

Kousuke mentions that the Yeong-gi name was something he started using after he came out of the Mental facility.

Episode 205

A while after Nol got out of the mental facility, Nana arrived.

"Until recently, I've been by myself."

Episode 129

Nana and Yui met for the first time after 5 years

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This is just part 1 of 4. Go keep reading:

Part 2: The Evidence Part 2

Part 3: Math and connecting the dots

Part 4: The Timeline

[shiftingwithkore]

DR LIST!

These are my DRs and a bit about them! (Most aren't finished)

Supernatural DR: My name is Kody Jones Singer, when I was 14 my mother was killed by a werewolf during a hunt that we were working on. As my mom wished, Bobby adopted me and gave me a somewhat normal life. Around this time, I meet Sam and Dean, quickly becoming best friends with them. I went through most of my life without knowing that I was a Nephilim. Now I'm 23 and trying to figure out why Azazel is trying to talk to me (surprise, surprise, he's my dad, I'll be shifting to Season 2, Episode 8)

Sally Face DR: My name is Tay phelps, I'm twins with travis phelps. me and my father clash a lot, causing me to stay over Larry's apartment. I go through most of high school trying to find out more about the cult and who ran it, when the Bologna Incident when down it got me more invested in the cult and trying to find them and end whatever they're doing. I find out in my senior year that my father ran the cult and tried to us me as a sacrifice to try and get the red-eyed demon back on earth after Sal and I banished it the first. This attempt didn't work and the cult got arrested (I'll be shifting right before the Bologna Incident)

Streamer DR: My name is Koda Fuchs, I'm a 22 year old Canadian streamer that goes by Ghosty. I was adopted by a lovely couple who had a son who's 7 years older than me, they treated me great and helped me get where I am today. I have a maine coon cat named Loki and 3 Newfoundland puppies named Zeus, Hercules, Grizzy jr. Fitz was the reason I started getting into to streaming and my first video was me playing CSGO with Fitz and everybody else (I'll be shifting to Jan 10th, 2023)

Like I said in my last post these are my 3 mains and if you do wanna know more about my other DRS here's a list of them:

Fame Dr (multiply versions)

ATSV

The Quarry

Alice in Boarderland

Gravity Falls

Total Drama Island

Grimm

Stardew Valley

if you guys have any questions, I would love to answer any and all questions, Bye bye!

[fuckthisshitimin]

About the OIAR's "categories";

What if they tell you what the incident is tied to? Not as in "what entity" but, a place, a person, or an object. Comparing files under the cut. I kindly invite you to

CAT1 "Person"

Episode 1, [5257], "Some of him", dead partner comes back wrong + the subject was contacted by someone who offered her to hear her lost one again.

Episode 6, [4824], "Needles"

Episode 10, [2275], Bonzo's first appearance (let's here consider Bonzo as a person, though it might later be replaced with "agent", "monster" or something else. the important part is that it acts as a subject)

Episode 12, [4728], Bonzo's Bachelor Party Crashing

Episode 14, [4426], Snake salesman taken over by snakes. Would "person/agent" here define said salesman or the snakes? I'd go for the victim, but unsure.

Episode 15, [6451], Lady Mawbrey's hunting party.

Episode 16, [1565], Madam E. aka goth influencer dying of being hated.

KLAUS [2373], the rendez-vous given with the note "Lady M"

KLAUS [5529], incident with note "Mr. B" for Bonzo.

KLAUS [corrupted], the only "Rank S", with note "Mr. B" as previously.

CAT2 "Place":

Episode 1, [1157], "Dolls coma watching"... I don't know, would have made more sense if it was in "object" but we don't know much about this file.

Episode 3, [8175], Tree body horror. The victim is becoming a part of the place he's in.

Episode 5, [2377], "Voyeur needs to be seen to be believed. The scariest movie I've ever seen." Victim is lured into creepy cinema. Tags contain "Invitation".

Episode 7, [3338], Oxford's People Trust, Hilltop Center branch gets invaded by volunteers. The place is burned down by armed people wearing black at the end of the report -- it's Hilltop. The "volunteers" are gathering here, occupying the space, hurting the manager is barely a consequence.

Episode 8, [3366], "Brutal liminality", a paper about how places hurt people's psyche. "You're here" and "Stay awhile" are the only sentences repeated by the crowd.

Episode 17, [1147], Darrien & Other Darrien. The Passage or Crack or whatever he went through, arriving near Oxford's Magnus Institute Outreach Center. Rich Darrien is the horrific part of it, but it's not the supernatural one.

KLAUS [5548], note "Mr. B" -- location "Bland (for Bonzoland) Theme Park, Sommerset"

CAT3 "Objects"

Episode 2, [1567], "The artist becomes the canvas!" Dorian Gray-like case. It seems odd that ink5oul's tattoos wouldn't fall in the same category, but when Madam E.'s tattoo directly attacks her heart, this one transfers power to the painting so it still makes sense to classify it this way. Also, separating subject from canvas stopped any progression, so unlike a CAT1 case even though the tattoo's on her the power isn't within exactly.

Episode 4, [7494], blood-hungry violin. It's the violin.

Episode 9, [3354], the dice.

Episode 13, [4622], Darrien bets against himself on an app. Trickier, but the phone's importance is underlined throughout the story, nothing happens without it. Maybe the app itself counts as an object? I'd bet on the phone.

CAT 23 "Place" AND "Object"

Episode 1, [2155], "Canaries should stay above ground". Place would be the Magnus Institute ruins RedCanary explored, and object the souvenir (empty wooden box with symbols on it) they brought back. They were receiving anonymous DMs (impossible on this forum) calling them a thief.

Episode 11, [5246], "The sea will care for his bones", digging up graves near the sea, weirdly well preserved tattooed corpse. The place is relevant and brought up in many ways, and I'd say the tattoo, or the corpse, are more efficiently filed as "object" than "person".

Additionally, in the KLAUS spreadsheet, two lines have notes saying "Avoid" and they are both CAT2. Seems more likely to write "avoid" about a place than a person, but mayble I'm extrapolating too much.

If you've read this far, thank you. It's nice not to be alone getting a little obsessed with this.

I still don't know what DPHW stands for though. Still staring at the sheet until it gives me answers.

[blorbosondeck]

fic rec masterlist

canon divergent/finale fix its

Anamnesis

THIS! FIC! this fic lives in my head rent FREE it is so good and it makes so much sense in the narrative that the shitty finale concocted, as to why they wouldn't mention cas or anyone else and its just. so good and they write chuck in the most villainous way that i love!!!

"Chuck is depowered, Jack is the new god, and the world is free. Dean and Sam get into the Impala and chase down the miles on an endless highway, and their story is finally, finally their own to follow. At least, that's what Dean tells himself. But the diners and motels and painted interstate lines are blurring together and the smallest details keep catching at his brain like tiny fishhooks and he can't quite shake the feeling that not everything is exactly as it should be. Fix-it/alternate series finale. Canon-compliant through the end of 15.19."

Sunset Sound: Stairway to Heaven by @adhdeancas

GOD FUCKING CHRIST this is so good and sweet and im such a sucker for team ups and reunions!!! its 3:30 am rn and i just finished it and i love it SO much it made me laugh a lot and the last few chapters i had the stupidest grin just plastered to my face

The Closer the Star, the Greater the Parallax by @rocksalts​

repressed bastard dean submits to the mortifying ordeal of being known and receives the rewards of being loved but only after some miscommunication i LOVE this i read it last night and it’s a fast favorite. my interests have overlapped and i am INTO it

“When Dean sits down to watch some bullcrap Discovery Channel episode with Cas, he doesn’t expect to actually learn anything. Except, with Cas explaining, he makes an effort to connect the dots.”

Don't We All Deserve To Be Happy?

VERY sweet and a VERY good pick me up. all around feel good fic!!! 

"Post-canon fix-it, divergent from 15x19 where Jack stays and Dean doesn't die and Cas comes back and everyone is happy. Take a shot every time I'm salty about the finale."

Keep Your Love Alive

okay. okay okay okay this may be my favorite finale fix it just because of how well reasoned it is. like this feels what should have happened i love it SO much

"Dean gets to spend eternity sharing beers with Bobby on the Roadhouse porch and riding around in his Baby with Sam. He’s at peace… or he feels like he should be. But a few things nag at him: Where is Cas, and everybody else Dean had been hoping to see in Heaven? Why does he feel like he’s stuck in a loop, reliving the same memories over and over again? And who are the strangers wearing Sam’s and Bobby’s faces?"

The GoldenRod Revisions by @aethylas​

this is one of the most well written things ive ever read. the script format DID make it feel more real and honestly? this is better writing than this show deserves. the finale that could have been ♥️

“A rewrite of Supernatural’s final two episodes, expanded into a five episode arc - in which Chuck needs to be defeated, Castiel deserves to be saved, and the characters in this story get a very different ending.“

Ascend by @wanderingcas​ 

THEE finale fix it fic!!! written by the AMAZINGLY skilled and talented @wanderingcas !!! it’s 50k of angst and hurt/comfort and pure bliss

“Something in the world is wrong.

Demon activity is rising where mysterious black substance oozes and unusual ecological events are shaking the world. Dean, grief hanging on his shoulders, restlessly searches for answers that might lead him to the Empty… and to Cas.

But what Chuck wrote can’t be undone. The narrative thread pulls Dean along, forcing him to comply. Because once a story already has an ending, it can’t be rewritten.

Or can it?”

Things Happen (They Do, And They Do, And They Do) by THEE @sobsicles

i KNOW everyone has already recommended this and likely you’ve all already read it. but it has to go here bc REPRESSIOOOOOOOOON i LOVE this so much it is one of the most perfect things i’ve read. are you bisexual? did you have a kind of weird relationship with your best friend and not realize that how you felt about them wasn’t necessarily how other people felt about them and you were maybe a little bit in love with them but were too repressed to realize it? you’ll feel seen. maybe a little too seen

Closer (isn't close enough)

are you a sweet and sappy yet horny bastard? do you like cas exploding light bulbs? you will like this.

“the one where they finally talk about what cas said before the empty took him”

You and Your Husband

it is exTRMELY sweet!!! repression dean strikes again <3

"Five times Dean corrects someone about his relationship with Cas, and one time he realizes he doesn't need to."

Tall Grass

miscommunication and a slowburn! despite being written in 2017 and finished in 2018, it feels like a fix it. ft. plant obsessed cas <3 

Invictus

a LOVELY and short (relatively) finale fix it

“They saved the world. They're free. It's done.

Except it's not, and carrying on is the last thing any of them are thinking about.

They still have someone they need to save.”

Unchained Link

post finale- it’s a great case fic and i am compelled i want more!!!

"It's after the end of things. Life continues on while Dean is "livin it up" in heaven. But it's never that simple, is it? A freak occurrence sends Dean into another time stranded back on Earth. And he thought his hunting days were over. But, no worries. His knight in shining armor comes to the rescue. Hijinks, therefore, ensue."

fun and time unspecified

Ladies and Gentlemen, This is Love Potion No. 5

very funny and sweet! miscommunication at its finest ♥️

"Cas gets drenched with a mystery potion from the ‘love spell’ shelf and... Dean has a sneaking suspicion, angel or no— the spell may have taken effect. And Cas might be in love with Sam."

The Way We Were

Y'all. It is so good its a great mix of funny and serious- extremely fun to see dean as like a base bisexual

"Dean and Castiel pose as a couple to gain access to a gated community known as 'The Glen', a pleasant if secretive location that the boys believe might be linked to several dead bodies showing up over the years bearing signs of ritualistic sacrifice. All seems well until Dean's memory is affected from an incident during a solo exploration, leaving Dean convinced that their cover story is true. Castiel is left trying to resolve their case without taking advantage of an increasingly enthusiastic Dean"

While You Were Sleeping

this is basically just the movie but replacing sandra bullock with cas. this is my comfort movie and imo, one of the most perfect rom coms. the fic isn’t finished but i still have the tab open on my phone and i will straight up go back and re read it when i need a pick me up. 

aus/rewrites

The Harvelle Gospels: Offscript

i know everyone ever ( @jewishcharliebradbury ) has recommended this fic. and for good reason go fucking read it

“The Apocalypse is averted, the angels are in Heaven, and Jo is free from the threat of possession. Somehow it couldn't be farther from a happy ending.“

absolute riots

An Ineffably Profound Bond

i honestly would have put this in the finale fix it section! look. i know. i know you've been burned by crossover fics before. but this is Thee good omens/spn fic you want. its funny as hell and immensely satisfying. im weak for everyone working together tropes and that is this

"After Chuck sets 'The End' in motion, the remaining members of TFW make a miraculous escape. Not willing to waste any time, Castiel comes up with a plan to travel to one of the other worlds to try and get help from the angels there, but after a fight with Dean, it's the hunter who gets sent into an alternate universe,with seemingly no hope of return.

When a mysterious human with a heavenly weapon shows up in Aziraphale's shop, he and Crowley learn that their world is not the only one. Now it is up to them to decide whether or not they want to join forces with the human and help him save his world or simply find a way to send him home."

Somebody Up There Likes Me by @lafilleredige

cas is hit with a spell that turns his vessel into a woman, hijinks and sexuality crises ensue etc etc sam is a supportive and bitchy little brother and its all SO fucking funny and also. horny as hell i love it i love it i LOVE it

“’Dean doesn’t want to talk about your breasts, it’s making him uncomfortable because he hasn’t acknowledged the complex fluidity of human sexuality.’“

Stray Cat Strut

a long crack fic that IS one of the funniest things i’ve ever read and i can’t explain why. it’s so ooc but its so funny that i don’t care. if you need a laugh you gotta read this

"Sam and Cas are immediately in love with the adorable kitty they find outside the bunker door, and occupy their time planning how to convince Dean--who they believe is off sulking after a botched hunt--to let them keep their cat. Along the way, Dean learns to use a litter box and hears some confessions he maybe wasn’t supposed to hear, all while realizing just how much he loves Castiel.

Now all Dean has to do is convince Cas and Sam their new pet cat is actually him before they do something crazy--like neuter him!"

canon compliant or slight canon divergence

Give

by @doublestuffedimpala post season 7 episode 7, kind of ambiguous ending but truly a cas is happy to bleed for the winchesters fic

Punch Like Bones 

short, post 5x04 homoerotic moment that i wish we’d gotten

[feelingofcontent]

DNP Rewatch: A Festive Day in the Life of Dan and Phil!

Date video was published: 12/20/2014 (X)

DNP Main Channel Rewatch: 254

The 2014 DITL video! The last one had been back in August 2013. This is my absolute favorite DITL and probably one of my top five DNP joint videos of all time. Get ready for me to have way too much to say about it.

0:00 - sleepy morning + quiff Phil! We’ll see a surprising amount of that in this video.

0:05 - “almost a week till Christmas,” so they must have filmed this just a few days before it was posted

0:25 - no waking up Dan in “his” bedroom like in the first two DITL. Hmmm...this scene doesn’t seem staged at all...especially since Phil’s laptop is already open on the arm of the sofa. Unless he just left it like that overnight.

0:37 - love that the other advent calendar on the mantle in the one they made. 😂 There are 18 of the doors opened on it, so they’re probably filming this on the the 18th or 19th of December.

0:47 - they both jump into doing the theme music as soon as Phil says “titan”

0:57 - that is pretty late for them to be putting up the decorations! Phil looks sad about it too.

1:01 - sad tinsel. I think Phil had the silver piece in the background in his last video. And the little WALLE in the background here, from all the way back in PINOF. 🥺

1:17 - this domestic insight, just 😭😭😭

1:26 - full circle back to the first DITL video. I wonder if they watched the previous DITLs before filming this one.

1:41 - so many mugs.

1:48 - Dan did not want that one because it was very hard to actually drink out of as he discovered in DITL London. I really bet they did watch the previous ones shortly before this...so many references back!

1:55 - awww, happy warm Phil

2:13 - such a dramatic sigh but he goes to get it anyway!

2:25 - well that is a terrifying way to burn a tealight...put it on a dish!

2:33 - I love that there is no explanation for this in the video. Phil is superstitious about new shoes on the table, which they had both tweeted about before.

2:40 - Dan fashion show and an encouraging Phil

2:47 - immediate smile when Dan notices Phil there

2:56 - why does Phil looks SO GOOD in this clip. also, as usual a weird/slightly horrifying poem from his brain.

3:02 - love that they both decided to wear holiday jumpers. They also wore these same ones for their December radio show. Also the Dan lean-in 🥺

3:12 - PJ tweeted about this DNP visit!

3:27 - this whole leaving scene is possibly the most domestic part of any video - the candle argument, the coat adjustment, the stop in the bathroom to check their hair, Phil checking to make sure Dan has keys, the spider checking and joking... I mean.

4:13 - more throwback conversation to DITL London

4:35 - so glad he chose not to lick his hand. Even more horrifying in 2021.

4:40 - Dan talked about this and falling up the escalator in What not to do on Public Transport

5:00 - “bit corporate isn’t it?” but caves immediately because Phil wants to. 

5:10 -  Love that Phil orders while Dan finds a table. Love that Phil makes Dan draw something happy not just a sad face. Love Dan’s huge smile after that.

5:33 - Dan really can’t say much he was reading his phone in the clip right before this!

5:58 - Dan’s talking about this weird incident that Phil posted a clip of on LessAmazingPhil

6:18 - they always go to at least one nerdy shop in the first DITLs!

6:36 - the things they choose to zoom in on in this shop...Dan with Spiderman’s crotch a few seconds before this and now Phil on the shirtless guy book cover. subtle, lol.

7:29 - I had actually heard of this board game prior to this video because Wil Wheaton did a TableTop episode. I remember being so surprised to see DNP wanting it!

7:39 - Phil and his weird people encounters. 😂 And Dan just mocking him for it.

7:59 - they did, in fact, go to see Matilda the next summer.

8:10 - oh my god this clock scene. Of course Phil wants to make a game of it. And then Dan with the seemingly slight fudging of what he was pointing at. And this look and then both of them giggling. 👀

8:32 - that start of Dan’s running! This is around the time or shortly after he had started to see a therapist (according to the timeline he gave in Daniel and Depression), so thinking he probably wanted to start for his mental health.

9:11 - Dan talks about the “guy wearing the white sheet in Manchester” in What not to do In Town. Their reminiscing faces are too much.

9:19 - Phil is so excited about this. He had tweeted a couple times in the past about Moomins (1, 2)

9:37 - the excitement about the treats and the festive drinks and decorations and Phil’s teasing 😭

10:04 - they film fairly often in the back of cars and I just feel like must be so awkward, but it doesn’t seem to bother them. And Phil’s hair is quiffed again!

10:28 - and the stairs song! Which they are too prepared for so it must be a regular thing they say/sing. This video has SO MANY moments that I love.

10:51 - Phil just sitting while Dan hauls the tree box out. Maybe Dan lost rock-paper-scissors.

10:59 - reminiscing about THE TREE now, which is the last time they decorated on camera

11:09 - why is this a common theme in DITLs!? lol. Love that they’ve lit the candle again after getting home.

11:22 - “stop doing that” as he can’t control his giggles. sure.

12:03 - okay, Phil had to go get the other decorations! The “Christmas faces” are slightly horrifying

12:22 - that is the most horrifying. also, Dan and Phil themed toys/decor even in the bathroom.

13:02 - Dan’s little messed up piece of hair in the back is so cute. Also love that they have the garlands up and everything at this point too.

13:19 - even more quiff-Phil!

13:31 - their fridge contents are not great

14:04 - unexpected filming but a huge grin anyway from Phil. Also, how do they make just answering the door so awkward, lol. Also: what is that picture in the background in the bathroom(?)

14:32 - they’re so excited about this set up and dinner plan

14:43 - and now glasses Phil! Also, arguing about wrapping neatness. I love it. Although when we see Phil’s wrapping in a minute, I think I might agree with Dan...

15:03 - PJ will end up with one of these face banks

15:10 - Phil came up with some decent gifts for Kath this time, although he didn’t think she had good ideas.

15:18 - I find it so cute that Dan wants to keep the cookbook

15:30 - Dan looks almost embarrassed to share this. He’s also got something “12 Days of Christmas” themed in that blue box on the chair. Although apparently a lot of his family just wanted money.

15:37 - I have no words for Dan filming this closeup and then them choosing to keep it in the video.

16:16 - Phil’s trying to be all serious with his wrapping tutorial and then the tape just immediately falls. 😂

16:40 - “it’s endearing” Dan does look pretty endeared, lol. Dan’s concerned because the face banks are actually gifts from both of them, at least according to PJ

17:04 - wow, Vine mention

17:25 - Dan’s just expecting Phil to come up with a great pun on the spot. Also, the lobster thing is an old reference.

17:39 - I think I mentioned this in the last DITL post, but I like that we do see even in a short video that they spend some time alone. That’s just so normal, especially for introverts even when you’re that comfortable with someone.

17:45 - Phil will keep reading that book over the holidays

17:48 - we did see the inside of the chest. So what is Dan implying here, lol.

17:52 - well then. Dan’s giggly face though.

18:08 - soft piano Dan 😭

18:25 - Ariana Grande had sent them both cat ears after they met her for the radio show

18:37 - a glimpse at the early gaming channel set-up.

18:46 - we don’t actually see that footage in the gaming video

18:51 - it must be pretty late at night by this point considering it was dark when they came home 

19:15 - Phil’s first instinct is to throw it of course

19:18 - this face and the sweater paws. I can’t. 😭

19:25 - and of course a joint ending. 

19:40 - Dan is so sleepy and happy seeming here

20:13 - awwww 🥺 The last video of 2014!

One difference from the first two DITL is they don’t even pretend that they’re going to see other friends/invite someone over. Just the two of them hanging out and they seem quite happy with that. This is probably the most “domestic” of the DITL videos. I love it so much.

Phil went to his parents’ on the 23rd to celebrate Christmas. He had Swedish food, was very excited as usual, got a stocking with a toothbrush and animal socks, and watched Guardians of the Galaxy. Dan went to his family’s on the evening of the 24th after a candle incident (lol, though I love that he was burning the candles even without Phil there. He started the tradition of yearly Christmas pictures of Colin. And also posted this.

On to the 2015 videos, and the start of the TABINOF/TATINOF era!

[chibi-sunrise]

Everything I could find on Hugo Simon

Friends with Leo and Celia since childhood. Although earnest and deeply caring for his friends, he has an awkward tendency to keep his worries to himself. During his activities as a member of Blaze with Leo and the others, an incident caused him to become increasingly distrustful of the federation until a meeting with August lured him over to the imperial side. Now he fights for the empire alongside his contemporaries, Amelie and Falk.

Profile

Birthday - May 7, 982 Y.C.

Age - 16 (998 Y.C.) 17 (999 Y.C.)

Embleo Location - On the back of his left shoulder

Long Sword wielder

Height - 178cm

Left-handed

Theme Color - #37761d

Here’s the post on where you can watch the story. Here’s the post on where you can watch the anime.

Episodes he appears in

Leo ep. 1 Budding Heroes

Leo ep. 2 The Noble One

Celia ep. 1 The Selection Exam

Celia ep. 2 Mercy and Resolve

Michelle ep. 2 Compromise

Lisette ep. 1 Remedial Training

Lucien ep. 1 The Secret Blade of Wisdom

Alexandra ep. 2 A Pardon for Justice

Hugo ep. 1 The Traitor

Hugo ep. 2 Battlefield of Farewells

Falk ep. 1 The Lone Falcon

Falk ep. 2 The Ghost-Devouring Falcon

Crossroads ep. 1 The Habakiri Incident

ep. Final Blossoming Heroes

Event stories he appears in

White Day

Anime episodes he appears in

Tales of Luminaria the Fateful Crossroad ep. 1

Tales of Luminaria the Fateful Crossroad ep. 2

Event stories he’s mentioned in

April Fools Day

References and Miscellany

Video of his outfits/Mystic Artes (EN audio and text)

Some references for Hugo’s outfits. Here’s a back shot for his academy uniform

Video of Hugo’s outfits, weapons, all while wearing the ears and tail attachment

Some screenshots of Hugo’s ears and tail attachment for reference

Thread of Hugo wearing both glasses and the spiral glasses in various outfits. Here’s some more.

Video of Hugo’s Mystic Artes (JP audio and text) Scroll down for some screenshots of descriptions of his Mystic Artes

Hugo’s various egg forms

If you wanted to know what the back of Hugo’s ep 2 outfit looks like without the jacket on. Bonus, you also get to see what the back of Lisette’s outfit looks like without the bottom half of her jacket on.

If you wanted a better look at the thigh harness belt Hugo wears in his Aedis Academy uniform

If you wanted a better look at how Hugo’s shoulder armor is assembled in his Imperial Combat wear

If you wanted a better look at Huggy Hugo in addition to having his textures

A tweet trying to figure out the pattern on Hugo’s coat. The user cropped it out and mirrored it

A tweet trying to figure out how many reactors Hugo has on him and where

A tweet of various Hugo dialogue (JP text)

A tweet that compares Hugo’s reaction to Leo failing a counter with Hugo’s reaction to Falk failing a counter. The user notes that even Lisette’s reaction is respectful during this situation, so Hugo’s agitated response is unique to Leo

A tweet that recorded all the dialogue of Leo and Hugo’s final battle and kept it under two minutes. What I like about this video is that it also shows Hugo parrying the final hit of Leo’s 2nd Mystic Arte. I heard and knew it was possible because a lot of JP Hugo mains remarked on it, but I hadn’t seen it recorded for myself till this point

JP Voice Collection

His archive section

Favorite Dishes (excluding Noble dishes and Elixir)

Beginner’s Pot-Au-Feu

Bitter Ratatouille

Colten Fresh Salad

Colten’s Stuffed Cabbage Roll

Creamy Egg & Vegetable Galette

Green Veggie Drink

Healthy Archonis Quinoa Cake

Healthy Glass Noodle Salad

Jantbelle’s Silky Smooth Tofu

Meat Stew *secret recipe

Michelle’s Special Pot-Au-Feu

Mild Seafood Bouillabaisse

Simmered White Radishes

Ultra Smoothie

Veggie Bagna Càuda

Hated Dishes (excluding expired event dishes and Ana-Maria’s cooking)

Amelie’s Stamina Bowl

Crispy Rice Croquettes

Egg Cutlet Sandwich

Herb-Roasted Reintz Catfish

High Protein Fried Bugs

Level-10 Spicy Mabo Curry

Nutritional Non-Perishable

Nutritional Non-Perishable B

Schnitzel & Tartar Sauce

Special Nutritional Drink

[episodes-without-incident]

1/4/2024:

7 episodes since Drawfee last referenced Cats (2019)

0 episode since Drawfee last referenced Everytime We Touch (2005)

[melefim]

Swearing in Dead Boy Detectives: Esther Finch

Overview:

21 curses total, 6 different words said in 5 episodes.

Episode 1: 1 Jesus

Episode 2:

Episode 3: 1 Shit

Episode 5:

Episode 6: 1 Fuck, 1 Damn, 3 God

Episode 7: 2 Fuck, 2 Damn, 1 God, 1 Screw

Episode 8: 3 Fuck, 4 God, 1 Screw

Curses Per Episode:

Episode 1: 1

Episode 2: 0

Episode 3: 1

Episode 5: 0

Episode 6: 5

Episode 7: 6

Episode 8: 8

Uses Per Word:

Esther’s favorite word is God, which she says 8 times. After that is Fuck, said 6 times, and Damn, said 3 times.

God: 8

Fuck: 6

Damn: 3

Screw: 2

Shit: 1

Jesus: 1

Unique Words:

Esther, Crystal, and Jenny are the only characters who say Screw.

Percent of Total:

Esther swears 21 times throughout the season, which is 6.5% of all cursing in the show.

Rankings:

Who Swears the Most: Esther’s 21 curses puts her in 4th place overall.

Curse Word Variety: She is tied for 4th place for cursing variety with the Cat King, with 6 different curse words each.

Individual Words: She is tied for 1st place with Edwin for most uses of Damn. (3 each)

She is tied for 2nd with Niko for most uses of God- 8 times each.

Lines:

Episode 1: Monty! Jesus! I'm trying to threaten some kids!

Episode 3: Quit loitering you little shits.

Episode 6: Oh, God, well without her precious little dead boys she'll be snake food in no time.

Episode 6: God! You're not going gaga for the uptight boy?

Episode 6: I mean, this is why we had a plan, Monty, so I wouldn't be the one traipsing through the goddamn woods!

Episode 6: God, I love final moments.

Episode 6: Teeth Face, what the fuck?

Episode 7: I'm gonna wring that chic little kitty's goddamn neck.

Episode 7: Oh, god.

Episode 7: I know you blew up Monty's spot, you little fucking snitch.

Episode 7: And I'm gonna take that power, and get this goddamn town under my thumb.

Episode 7: You, you.. you think that you're the only one who's ever been screwed over? You're not. I fucking deserve this!

Episode 8: God, you're nosy.

Episode 8: Don't ever trust a goddess to grant your wishes, because she'll definitely screw you over good.

Episode 8: Oh, God! Oh, God, no, my face… Is fine.

Episode 8: Oh my God, my own sacrificial knife? I'm impressed. But I'm not fucking around that you're also gonna patch that wall before you die too.

Episode 8: Who the fuck are you?

Episode 8: What the fuck? Hey hey hey no! What did you just do?

Notes:

Esther is the only character to swear in another language- in episode 8 she has the line “Oh, shoot. Or as the French say, merde.” — ‘Merde’ is French for ‘shit’. (Not included in count above)

Updates:

Updated Percent of Total Swearing chart.

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More Dead Boy Detectives Swearing Posts:

Masterlist

Swearing by Episode

Swearing by Character

Swearing by Word

All Swearing Posts

And if you like lists of things like I do, you can check out my other Dead Boy Detectives ones here!

When Charles’ Shirt Colors Change

George Rextrew’s Edwin comic inspo board

Full soundtrack with timestamps

Moves, Incidents, and Cases Masterlist

First pass at finding where the songs in the score are used- full post with timestamps in progress

[bartletforamerica]

How the Bartlet Administration Reacts to COVID-19

Abbey: is not taking any chances. After losing the fight to get the President to retreat to the farm or Camp David, she gets him to agree to limit himself to the oval office and the residence, with as few in person meetings as possible. Even before they’ve pulled together a White House task force, she’s made sure that everything is being disinfected and that her entire schedule is either canceled or made virtual. Her staff is the first to be working from home (and oh boy does she scold if she finds out any of them did something she thinks is foolish), with most of the rest of the White House staff following shortly after. She makes it her mission to do PSAs on what people should be doing and even does a virtual Sesame Street collaboration to teach kids how to wash their hands.

Zoey: Is not super pleased to be stuck in the Residence 24/7. She’s doing classes from her bedroom, so yay to not having to get out of bed early, but she can tell people are super disappointed that her camera is set up so that she has only a blank wall behind her [it turns out the secret service is very touchy about where you take video calls]. She also gets officially hired and given a security clearance for the sole fact that she’s one of the only people allowed to be near her dad who is tech-literate. She ends up doing some of her reading on the couch in his office so that she's on hand for when he's supposed to be skyping with the senior staff and can't figure out what link to click. She spends a lot of time worrying about Ellie, who helping do research about the virus, and texting her friends.

The President: is not happy to be closed up away from people. He also thinks that Abbey is overreacting where he's concerned. He misses actually getting to be around the younger staff. He and Zoey do a cooking from home video at C.J.'s suggestion, so that the country can see he's alive and to encourage people to not go out. They make chili and fight over whether it needs more cumin or oregano while Abbey records it and pipes in from behind the camera. The country is treated to a history of chili and a diplomatic incident nearly happens because apparently Mexicans deny having any association with it, even though most food historians say it has Mexican roots. The flaming debate doesn't stop a second episode at Thanksgiving where the country is treated to the history of the yam and all the secret spices that go into the President's stuffing. A large portion of the country gives him flack for putting Oysters in his stuffing. [In a small bedroom in an Illinois apartment a woman finally figures out why Joe Bethersonsen sounded so familiar.]

Leo: moved into the Residence because there was no way he was going to talk the President off ledges via skype for however long this lasted. He can only do so much. Zoey helps him learn to use Skype and he finds himself missing Margaret desperately even when he spends most of the day with a computer dedicated to having her on Skype so he can turn to it and ask her questions. She insists he get exercise and eat healthy (something he thinks she’s collaborating with the first lady on behind his back—they say very similar things much of the time). He skypes with Mallory on Sunday mornings over breakfast in his room and they pretend they’re at a hotel having a fancy brunch.

Charlie: is not particularly happy. He got sent home with everyone else because he’s not particularly necessary to have on hand if the president isn’t going anywhere. He’s still getting paid and he does do some work (the most important bit being hanging out on the phone with the president so he can ramble about history so Zoey can get her own reading done, Leo can browbeat the staff, and the first lady can do her own job) but he’s been ordered by the president and first lady to focus on getting extra school done while he can.

Donna: started freaking out the first day there was a rumor of a new disease in China. Then the White House shut down and even senior staff got sent home unless they absolutely needed to be in the building (basically just C.J. and some of her staff). And her roommate (not the one she'd really liked, who had a cat, but one she hopes is only temporary) works for a GOP congressman who thinks the whole thing is a hoax and bans masks in his office, so Donna is not at all happy and spends time she should be working cleaning things her roommate touches and that's sixty percent of how she ends up living with Josh.

Josh: is struggling with not being allowed to leave the house on pain of the first lady taking him to task (something about his lungs and the bullet). Even when he was putting his nose to the grindstone to make it through college and law school, he liked being around people while he studied, so he was usually in the library or a cafe rather than his room. He works best when he can bounce ideas off people and take in new ideas. When he was grounded after surgery it absolutely sucked and that was why he drove everyone crazy calling them all the time. Yeah he was bored, but he was also lonely. Plus he's not the best with technology. He very nearly went on national tv with his boxers showing, if not for Donna skyping him beforehand and making sure he fixed the camera. Between needing not to be alone and needing his assistant to be able to actually help him, the invite for Donna to stay with him slips out when she's complaining about her roommate. She shows up two hours later with two suitcases of clothes and two suitcases with pasta, toilet paper, and flour.

Donna and Josh: are handling the pandemic much better now that they're together. Josh can bounce ideas off Donna without it tying up his phone line. And she can listen in on his calls to the various members of congress about the stimulus package that they're working on. It's an even better look at Josh's job than she had before, and while it makes some of her work harder to focus on, she feels like she understands some things better than she ever has before. Josh even starts listening to her about how to sway certain congressmembers to their side. When they're not working, Donna forces Josh to cook with her so they're not entirely subsisting on delivery. They tried making bread and managed to spill half a bag of flour on the floor in the process but they ate all of it, even though it tasted pretty bland. Josh finally got Donna into baseball when it came back. Toby spit out his beer when he was on speakerphone with them and he heard Donna accurately yelling at the Mets for screwing up. Donna wears Josh's clothes more than her own, since she doesn't have to be on camera most of the time. They're platonically sharing a bed because they haven't found a convertible sofa for his living room that they like, they say, and it doesn't make sense for one of them to sleep on the couch, which they say has a spring that makes it uncomfortable to sleep on, even though Donna lounges on it all day with no problem. They are absolutely not dating and so they tell all their friends.

C.J.: spends five minutes laughing every time she gets off the phone with Josh or Donna. She loves her friends but god they're so completely in denial. It does, however, give her a much needed break. Her job has always involved a lot of people and knowing what venue to meet them in to ensure that she gets or passes on the information she needs. COVID protocols mean no more one-on-one meetings with journalists in her office, no more gaggles following her through the halls. The press corps were not happy when they moved all briefings outside and insisted on face masks and shields in addition to everyone sitting six feet apart. She gets asked about the president's health at least once a day and they start doing weekly waving from the balconies just so the press corps can get footage of him, healthy and shouting down to Danny and some of the others. Someone makes a cartoon of the president in the tower, with Abbey as his dragon keeper and though no one is willing to justify a cartoon with a comment, privately C.J. thinks it's accurate. She's always admired Abbey's fierce protectiveness of her family, even when she doesn't agree with every way it expresses itself or when it interferes with C.J.'s job. She has to come up with new ways to push the White House agenda (keep the economy afloat, stay home, no, don't listen to the GOP governors or those running for the primary, those ideas are not good, go the fuck home and stop having parties) and while some work, others bomb. It would help if everyone would stay on message and not screw up.

Sam: would like to make it clear that he did not know how many people would be at that gathering. He thought he was going for an outdoor meal with just a few old friends who could help raise money for the democratic party, not a fifty-person birthday party. The media fallout nearly gets him fired. Instead he gets yelled at by C.J., then by the First Lady. Mallory even sends him a card about how stupid he was. He's pretty sure that having Donna around is the only reason that Josh hasn't made the same mistake by now. It had to have been a toss up as to which of the two of them would screw up. Sam just isn't lucky enough to have a Donna (Sam is very happy that Josh has a Donna, Sam just wants Josh to realize that he talks about Donna the same way most men talk about their wives, because it's really hard not to respond to "why do I put up with finding her hair clogging the shower drain" with "because you love her and can't live without her, stupid"). He instead has adopted a cat for company. It tries to scratch him every time he tries to pet it. Sam spends his days trying to find a way to say "fuck the economy until we've beaten the virus" in a way that is palatable to the American people while trying to remind Toby that they can't actually say that outright. This is not an easy task.

Toby: would like to tell most of the American public to shut up, stay indoors for two months, pretty much nobody excepted, and if you don't, then you get tossed out to sea. He's come within an inch of telling anti-mask people they deserve to get sick on the record and is strongly advocating that the federal government figure out a way to mandate that every person in the country, minus those with legitimate medical exceptions, get the vaccine as soon as possible. He is also about to get evicted because it turns out his neighbors do not appreciate having rubber balls bounced against the walls for hours on end. Apparently, the thud is rather annoying. He worries about everyone, though this is delivered brusquely. Out of everyone he's taking the new work from home situation the best. No one can pop in to distract him, or comment on his eating habits. And if he doesn't want to talk to someone, he can always turn his phone to silent and pretend not to have seen they called. He's not pleased the Yankees lost to the Rays (necessitating rooting for either the Dodgers or the Rays, one of which beat his team and the other which betrayed New York), but he can at least take solace in the fact that the Mets didn't even make the playoffs.

[dailysmilingnatsume]

Happy 2 Year Anniversary to this blog!! Thank you so much to all 1300+ of you for following! °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°

For this year I thought it would be fun to do a Top Ten ranking of all the screenshots on this blog. There’s a lot of good Smiling Natsumes, but which ones are the best? Tell me what you think of my list... ohohoh....

10) ch79.1

Starting the list off strong with this beautiful manga cover. Always a fan of how ethereal manga Natsume looks (and the background’s green colour suits him so well!!)

9) s05e06

I tagged this with “potential meme format” on the original post and actually saw a few memes :’) They were epic thank u

8) There goes Nyanko-Sensei! ch11

“You’re so cute I could just eat you up!" (*/∇＼*)

7) s03e09

Natsume with all his friends!! They were really worried for him :’) Taki is so iconic (I wish I had my own Nyanko-Sensei to hug)

6) ch7

toddle toddle What’re you complaining about, cat?

5) s05e11

I really love the episodes where Natsume gets sick and Touko frets over him, they’re so cute ToT It’s just nice seeing my boy get cared for... look at how happy he is to drink the eggnog...

4) OVA 01

box boy :)

3) s04e06

Natsume and Tanuma’s relationship makes my heart go 💞💞 In this episode they were at a festival right?? and they were having so much fun until the Bottle incident happened ToT If they could go to another one without any interruptions that’d be Great. Also I’m a big fan of how the roasted corn looks (º ﹃ º )

2) s03e12

Ohhh my GOD this part. I remember the first time I watched it I had to pause to blink through my tears ╥﹏╥ It’s been years since I watched this episode in full but I still remember the satisfaction of finally seeing people who were willing to take Natsume in. The Fujiwaras don’t think of him as a burden, they love and care for him like their real son... *ugly crying* He looks so genuinely relieved and happy in this moment too (I wish he could be like that all the time) Anyway this series defined found family for me <3

1) s05e10

Ah yes, the sequel to the episode above... and where my favourite smiling Natsume comes from. It was quite hard to narrow it down to this one, but I think it’s a good choice!! He looks so precious here <333 Touko and Shigeru’s lives were really brightened up when they adopted Natsume. One of the first things he asked for was to keep Nyanko-Sensei, and when they let him, he smiles like this ;; It goes to show how accepting the Fujiwaras are of him. When you compare this moment to more present-day episodes, you can really see how much Natsume has settled in. He’s more comfortable confiding in his family and friends now. He’s still a bit tentative, but it’s a process! And this picture represents the start of that process to me :’)

Honourable Mentions:

ch9

Everything about this image is so funny . give me more toddle toddle!!

ch66.5

Natsume has gotten too used to saying these Deeply Troubling things with a big smile on his face 😭 Someone help him

s01e13

Yeah they look like a family <3 also I love the fox child they’re adorable...

And that’s a wrap! I hope you enjoyed my silly little list (*^▽^*) Hopefully the Top 3 reasons make sense lol Thank you all so much again for sticking around <33 Look forward to more pictures of smiling Takashi!

What will I do when I run out, you ask?... Don’t worry about it 👍

[chaislatt]

WAYV AS HOGWARTS STUDENTS

QIAN KUN

ravenclaw , head boy, muggleborn

excels in every class he takes

when he first discovered he was magic, he flipped out

he had a matilda episode in his room one night

he was staring intently at his toy planes, wondering how it would be like to fly one someday

then suddenly it just?? levitated??

as an eight year old, he did the only thing he could do in such situations—scream bloody murder

first year : in his newly pressed robes and neatly gelled hair, sat at an empty compartment and started reading his textbooks

until the compartment door opened and a cat just walked over him

“oh sorry, leon doesn’t behave very well” says ten who he did not think would stick around but guess what? his cats liked him

being sorted into ravenclaw, he quickly became famous for being the smartest and wittiest most sensible? wizard of his year

he was especially great at charms got so surprised that there was an incantation to make things float, since all he has been doing is just think it (flitwick got a shock at his first year doing wandless magic)

as he grew older, almost everyone depended on him for help in everything

he couldn’t go a day walking in the corridors without someone asking to meet up at the library or thanking him because they aced their tests

but of course, this little ravenclaw had a limit

he didn’t mean to, but one day he just snapped at a poor gryffindor who kept bugging him to meet at the courtyard to practice spells (everyone finally left him alone, too scared to face the wrath of a wizard who knows all the spells for duelling)

OWLS year—the most memorable year for him, as he and ten spent nights in the library (and sometimes in the kitchen but if anyone asks only ten was in there) studying their bums off

that summer, ten just received a holler from him (surprise! he got all o’s)

naturally, he had been picked for prefect and head boy

the first years LOVED him

he taught them all the secrets to their tower and even handed them a parchment full of riddle answers, because let’s be real, even though you’re a ravenclaw doesn’t necessarily mean you want to use your head all the time

eats at the hufflepuff table because they have better breakfast items

adopted a whole assortment of kids with ten (winwin kinda just sticked around because yangyang was his buddy)

would be the boys’ go to— from pesky spells, ink blotts on their robes, th right grams for mandrake powder, they all depended on him for it

hendery was once asked why he wasn’t scared of him (knowing what happened before)

“he’s not dumb enough to duel someone because they’re bugging him. that’s why he’s in ravenclaw”

overall 9/10. minus one point because he still feels the need to get the last remark in everything.

LI YONGQIN

hufflepuff, pureblood

loves hanging out at the common room

doesn't really care much for grades, but does his best when studying

his housemates call him a sloth

moves so slow, especially in the mornings

likes taking walks along the corridors because it's fun to see other students rush and run to their classes while he walks a leisurely pace

always has his tie loosened

sometimes, he doesn't even tie it, he just wraps it around his collar and hope no one notices everyone does

has a talent for transfiguration

will turn anything into cat snacks

he once turned his homework in kibble and his excuse was "my cat ate it"

befriends all the cats in hogwarts

sometimes he lays down at the courtyard and they all just gather around him

one legendary moment (as lucas likes to call it) was when he was walking down the corrider and a train of cats just followed behind him in a single file

sweet wizard boy, befriends humans as well

he's so likeable, everyone just feels drawn to him

has this laidback energy that feels like a breath of fresh air when things get hectic in the castle

speaking of fresh air

he likes to stroll around outside, most of the time dragging yangyang and winwin out with him

"winwin could use the fresh air and your voice doesn't echo" - ten to yangyang

his sister is friends with yangyang's sister, so growing up he kind of babysat the three whenever their families would be together

he didn't imagine that it would continue during school, but poor winwin looked like he just wanted to get his head bitten off

despite having a lot of friends, he sticks with kun most of the time because he's not as chatty when he's focused (and kun is focused all the time so)

his favourite thing to do anywhere is lay down on his back and play with his wand, sending wisps of magic swirling around in the air, creating beautiful artwork

received pencils and a notebook from kun so he could just draw because "your magic might hit someone and i do not want to be involved with any of that"

doodles all the time

he likes to draw butterflies and magic them off of the paper and makes them follow his friends around

doesn't really say much when no one's talking to him, but will keep the conversation going casually

wanted to become a prefect so he could have his own bathroom

would patrol around at night with his cats (hendery jokes how he looks like filch and now he takes his filch impersonation seriously)

when catching students, he makes obvious remarks like "oh wow good to know that there aren't any gryffindors in this corridor! it would be an awful hassle to report them. good thing everyone's in their chambers!"

very lenient on students he doesn't know, but will threaten those he does and ask for something in return

accidentally gave yangyang the idea of becoming a prefect so he needn't have to worry at night

also accidentally gives yangyang dare ideas to give to hendery

he doesn't mean it! most of the time

overall 10/10. everything is cancelled out by the fact that he goes around the castle with atleast 2 cats following him around.

DONG SICHENG

slytherin, pureblood

mr frowns-a-lot, mr don’t-talk-to-me, mr i-want-to-go-back-to-my-dorm

the most stereotyped slytherin

first years believe that slytherins are scary because of him (but they immediately get debunked by hendery “you’re scared of a tall dude who gets tired from talking and likes to eat chocolate? yeah okay”)

but yes this not so little bean finds talking draining

it’s not that he doesn’t want to, but why would he have to talk about his day when as far as he knows, everyone just did the same thing he did??

you can barely get a sentence out of him

will reply with nods or shrugs and just point or look at things

only talks during class when the professors ask him questions

yangyang bugs him the most

when he got assigned to take care of this chatty, full of energy first year he almost cried

ended up just following him around and yanking the back of his robes to stop him from getting into trouble

because of this, yangyang’s friend are his friends

first got introduced to xiaojun, lucas, and hendery

ended up becoming a babysitter for four

when he met ten, he almost cried again, but now out of happiness  because he got yangyang to shut up

met kun last, and immediately took a liking to him for no reason at all

no one knows how, but suddenly mr-i-dont-want-to-do-anything started getting more mischievous and talkative

the whole hall got surprised when he laughed at lucas’ lame joke

this may be an exaggeration but the boy doesn’t even smile

after this incident, lucas just kept talking to him and he just kept replying, and pretty soon the four little troublemakers would joke around with him and he’d just sit back with kun and ten when he got too tired

this made him attractive

but unlike lucas who got confessed to everyday, there was no one who confessed to him

he didn’t really talk to anyone else and just minded his own business when he was alone, so everyone was too scared to confess to him

which is a huge relief to him because the not so little bean is actually very awkward

proven when hendery accepted yangyang’s dare of going right up in winwin’s face omygod when i tell you his whole face turned red

he avoided hendery for a week until he realized it was too hard since they have most of their classes together??

speaking of classes, it’s a miracle how he just passes everything since no one actually ever sees him studying or doing homework

it’s like everything he does is magic well

overall 7/10. doesn’t really try that much and will only voluntarily hang out with kun.

HUANG XUXI

hufflepuff, halfblood

was tiny, like a little bug

no one knows when he got so tall (summer of second year, he had to buy new robes for third year because they were already too short)

spends breakfast half awake, focusing on eating his meal and listening to yangyang complain about how hard his transfiguration classes yesterday were

he’s never around for dinner because he’s always at the pitch and no one has the energy to talk to yangyang in the mornings so he’s the poor guy

everyone loves him, no one can find a single thing to hate about him even if they tried

loves care for magical creatures with hagrid (he measures his height with the half-giant)

other classes? not so much

sure he tried a little bit, but why would he need to transfigure something into a pen when he could just look for one, and why would he need to concoct a drowsiness potion if he can just will himself to sleep

speaking of sleep, he does that a lot

he likes to wait for xiaojun during fourth period because they had arithmancy next, and he would lean against the corridor and sleep

learned how to sleep hunched over so it looked like he was focusing on class (begs whoever he’s sitting with to wake him up)

why does he do this?

“i’m saving up my energy for later”

he’s a quidditch beast

part of the quidditch team, originally tried out for seeker but they realized he couldn’t go fast enough without loosing his balance on his broom

he switched to being a beater, which the team found out he was very good at aha great power comes with great biceps

everyone falls in love with him when he’s on the pitch

he looks big and scary and ultra focused

and they realized after 3 games that he focuses so much because he aims the bludger to hit the player’s upper thigh only (this prevents player from taking a fall and just bruise, not break a bone)

once he accidentally sent his bludger flying too hard and knocked the chaser off, but he was faster than the seeker and caught them (followed the poor chaser for a week saying sorry and giving them semi burnt cookies he made with xiaojun)

gets confessed to every other day and just says “thanks”

but why don’t you ever reject them? 

why deny that i’m handsome?

that makes no sense

as with rejecting them! 

but truly is an angel

he even got winwin to actually converse with him

he makes everyone feel comfortable, talks to everyone and just hangs around when they don’t want to, offering company

overall 10/10. his cockiness about his looks just makes him endearing since everyone knows he can’t break someone’s heart.

XIAO DEJUN

ravenclaw, halfblood

kun’s reincarnation

but there’s one problem

he’s still immature

you would think he’s the prime example of a ravenclaw

practices his passions all the time

likes doing brain-productive things

reads about anything he finds interesting

goes in and out of their tower because he thinks solving the riddles is fun

but ho ho ho oh oh no

he’s a little devil

makes snarky comebacks under his breath that takes a little bit for you to understand

makes things harder on purpose just for fun and because he’ll be the only one able to do it

has a joke for EVERYTHING and never repeats them so i guess he can get away with that

he’s a little menace to the society but he can get away with it because it’s all just minor inconveniences

but we all know minor inconveniences are the most annoying things

likes to annoy kun the most because he understands and reacts immediately

doesn’t like to annoy the hufflepuffs because they just smile at him in confusion

despite that, he’s also a little sweetheart

remembers everything his friends say, so he’s always there to remind them

reminds kun about a test he has to retake, ten about his changing patrolling schedule, winwin’s meeting with a professor, lucas’ need to polish his broom after dinner, hendery’s homework, and yangyang about that incoming howler from his parents

when he realized he’s such a great asset, he became a bit nosy too

likes to meddle with all of his friends’ business

so if someone wants to find any of the six, he can tell you a vague description where they are

because of course he’s not gonna tell you lucas is by the lake practicing his swinging, he’s gonna tell you he’s brushing up on his quidditch skills so you’d go running to the pitch

this way he’s not technically doing anything wrong to both parties

one day, kun asks why he likes doing this

“it makes me feel like a king maker. feeding things into their tiny brains and knowing exactly what they’ll be doing”

“that’s not exactly what a king maker does”

“yeah but does it look like i want them to be more powerful than me?”

co-parents a dog with lucas

aka lucas asked him to take care of bella while he’s in practice but he forgot to take her back with him for 2 days so now bella thinks she lives in the ravenclaw tower too

does random errands for his friends as a way of apologizing (but really just as a leverage so he can cause more trouble)

his ultimate goal was to brainwash everyone so they couldn’t live without him and he succeeded????

now they’re the receiving end of all the sermons his professors give him (you wouldn’t expect it, but he causes quite a ruckus in class)

but still, at the end of the day, they choose to sit next to him at the ravenclaw table during dinner

overall 7/10. he’s annoying, but he’s good at everything he does and helps his friends out in different ways. which makes him more annoying because why? why not

HUANG GUANHENG

gryffindor, muggleborn

does not understand magic. like at all

the only reason he’s still managing is because he refuses to be beaten by xiaojun

he doesn’t know why he’s in gryffindor but anyone who’s ever met him can vouch for the sorting hat

he’s courageous in the way he faces learning magic (it won’t hurt me, i’m magic) he's brave to speak up to anyone and ask for help when he needs it, and most of all, he has the nerve to get right into winwin’s face

surprisingly good at harder spells than that of his year level, so he’s in a few higher level classes

the reason being he wants to save face when with upperclassmen so he actually focuses real hard and actually understands 

because when he’s with his friends, his mind goes wandering and he can’t focus his magic 

a very strange wizard indeed

imagine getting help from xiaojun to levitate a piece of parchment but can explain to ten how to brew an advanced potion

he’s very confident in his abilities

why would he be nervous to stay after curfew??

if filch catches you

then don’t i just have to avoid him??

but has realistic fears

will not go near a broom

yeah okay the broom can fly, but can he?? he can’t even levitate a piece of parchment, how can he levitate himself?

also very practical

lucas kept struggling since he kept spilling his ink pot so he handed him a pen

“dude i forgot these existed!” “who writes with feathers??”

the most laid back yet extra ordinary wizard ever

you can start a conversation with him and he can keep it going for hours on end

very friendly, will talk to anyone but the downside to this is that he talks to everyone like they’re his friends asdkjshjkd even mcgonagall

overall 7/10. uses magic to solve trivial muggle things and still makes bets with yangyang up to this day.

LIU YANGYANG

slytherin, pureblood

a force to be reckoned with

spend a day with him and your ears will bleed

why?? does?? he?? talk?? so?? much??

his friends always complain but everyone else in the castle can’t see why

in the eyes of a stranger, he’s actually cold and reserved, hard to approach

but if you actually knew him

oh boy you’d want to not

can talk for hours

he and hendery wanted to know just how long he could talk

so they timed it

talked for 9 hours straight, no one knows how they managed

good thing this talking is actually useful

he likes to recite during class, always has a lengthy explanation for his answers

people aren’t the only one he talks to

he talks to the ghosts and to the paintings, greeting them a lovely day or whatever

besides talking, he also has another passion–quidditch

he plays as chaser for his house, often times taking his time to freshen up, so he goes back at about midnight during thursdays

good thing ten patrols during thursdays

speaking of ten, he’s been a brother figure for him all his life

so when he was introduced to winwin, he got so excited because he had another brother

by the end of the night, fourth year winwin knew everything about first year yangyang

he loooves his buddy

tries to do everything with winwin but he doesn’t let him

despite being too much to handle, winwin actually likes him too (but don’t let yangyang know)

likes to do dumb dares with hendery

isn’t really into pranking and getting all up into other’s business, so they manage their mischief between the two of them

and the whole of hogwarts just enjoys and guesses which of the two would be the one running around the great hall in their pajamas

yangyang actually encourages his fellow slytherins to stop sticking among themselves

mostly because he’s tired of them bugging him to “go ask your gryffindor friend if there’s homework on-”

at the end of the day, all his slytherin friends have been adopted by ten, took a liking to kun, and watches lucas, xiaojun and hendery fool around for entertainment

that being said, he loves his friends

thankful that he has classes with at least one of them for all his classes

all his professors have learned to sit him next to them, otherwise he’ll just slack off and stare into oblivion

he’s actually more productive when he has someone to remind him to be

okay maybe sitting him next to hendery wouldn’t result to school productivity

overall 9/10. it would be an 8 but he actually does acknowledge he talks too much.