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stepswowdsen · 2 months ago

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【KHR】 Xanxus + KHR Misc Rambles 🔥🍷

Mainly KHR and Xanxus related rambles.

(Put the rest of the rambles of this under the cut)

(KHR: VARIA ARC SPOILERS)

Fandom wikis are a disaster tho cuz I remember seeing people put fucking. Nonsense fanfic theories on Xanxus' wiki page, which is just???

But I would still love to create and add wiki pages for LimGuda, JuAli, KuroEne, IdaTatsu

We work hard in niche popular ship and rare pair city!!! 💖✨

I have a thing for settling into niche popular (ie. LimGuda) and rare pair ships (ie. XanLena, JuAli, KuroEne, IdaTatsu) 💖

If only to spread the word for them 📸💥

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Why are people putting their shitty speculations/theories into Xanxus' wiki page bruh.

This isn't even canon, just speculation.

C: OH YEAH THE WIKI IS LIKE THAT LMAO

Pretty sure somewhere in the wiki is a bit that says Shamal raised Gokudera 💀

Me: Dr. Shamal's whole concept is just so. Fuck off.

Like no Amano we did not need a (minor character) sexual harasser pervert man misogynist that constantly sexually harasses women (including underage girls 💀)

And he refuses to treat men as an adult doctor cuz he dislikes men & thinks he'll get the cooties.

Dr. Shamal /neg /derogatory 🚮

"Put in litter" emoji!!! 🚮🚮🚮

I still hate how Dr. Shamal is supposed to be the "Role model" figure for Gokudera just cuz his own ass father basically abandoned him

C: Xanxus' wiki page wtf

????

What are they smokinggg

Me: RIGHT LIKE WHO THE FUCK IS PUTTING THIS SHIT

C: How young was Xanxus when he got taken in?

5? 6?

Me: We never get an age confirmation for when he was taken in by Timoteo (Vongola 9th)

But considering how small kid Xanxus is, I'm just gonna assume anywhere from 5 - 12

C: That's way before any developmental cap

Even assuming Timoteo was such a loving father, he could have probably taught him better and raised him to be different

Me: RIGHT LMAOO

"The kindly Ninth"

Ok /neg

TIMOTEO BEING DESCRIBED AS KIND MAKES ME WANNA GAG HONESTLY

Like no. Timoteo was definitely an emotionally neglective pathetic ass "parent"

He never address his emotional needs or ever find ways to address Xanxus' emotional issues/rage

And even in KHR manga canon he never apologizes for what he did to Xanxus specifically.

(KHR: Varia Arc - Spoilers)

Varia Arc - Xanxus' Backstory

Ok I'll sum this up quickly.

Context: Basically what happens in KHR manga canon is that Xanxus was born in the slums and developed a rare flame, the Flame of Wrath, at an early age, and eventually got taken in by Timoteo (Vongola 9th).

Xanxus was made to believe that he'd be the Vongola 10th boss (and was supported by most of the family, except Timoteo ofc), and his arrogance grew as he got older from being raised on a pedestal.

Timoteo kept the secrets hidden that Xanxus could never be Vongola 10th (assumably cuz he was too distanced from the main bloodline)

Xanxus eventually finds out the secret of the Vongola inheritance and rule by breaking into/melting a locked chamber with his flame.

Enraged that he could never be the successor and at Timoteo for betraying him by keeping the information hidden from him, teen Xanxus eventually gathered the Varia members as his subordinates and started a coup d'état against Vongola 9th (an incident later referred to as the "Cradle Affair")

Xanxus got punished with a fate almost worse than death, Timoteo uses the Dying Will Zero Point Breakthrough technique that essentially freezes him in (magical) ice.

Timoteo never apologizes for (basically) freezing his son in magical ice and just, essentially leaves him there in ice prison. For 8 years.

But to the rest of the Vongola family, this truth was concealed, so it was widely believed he was kept on strict surveillance instead.

In the present KHR plot, 8 years later, Xanxus gets freed by an unknown person, and, when presented/confronted with his traumas that get dug up again, goes off the rails.

Understanding that this is the only way that he could become Vongola 10th boss, when both the Vongola 9th boss (Timoteo), and the chief external advisor (Iemitsu) approved of Tsuna as the Vongola 10th boss successor, Xanxus plots a scheme in his goal to become Vongola 10th boss.

He has Vongola 9th stuffed inside a deadly robot draining at his life force (LMFAO), then sets up the Ring Battles - a tournament style set-up where he and his Varia members will compete against Tsuna and co., to fight for the Vongola Rings, in deadly matches, in order to decide who will become the Vongola 10th boss and Vongola 10th generation guardians.

(KHR: Varia Arc - Ch. 122)

When this relevation is revealed:

Tsuna ends up splitting the robot that Timoteo is inside (unaware that he was trapped inside).

Timoteo only apologizes to Tsuna for "allowing Xanxus to escape [from the ice he was encased/trapped in]"

Timoteo then reaffirms that he chose Tsuna as the Vongola 10th successor, and not Xanxus

And never apologizes to his own son

Like WHY is THAT your priorities. Apologizing for allowing him to escape?

FUCKING HATE THIS MAN SM I CAN'T STAND HIS ASS!!!

LIKE WTF IS THIS

This chara can fuck off so hard honestly

Dawg he reminds me of Il (AkaYona) with how they're both a badly written woobified parent chara framed as sympathetic (completely undeservingly)

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That was your own teenage son and yet you robbed him of his own agency AND the chance to steer his own life and become a better person.

He lost vital years for growing (8 years...), and it shows in the adult-like composure but teenager-like emotional immaturity that Xanxus has.

It's so needlessly heartless and cruel. As I said, this fate of getting locked away in ice (jail) to be forgotten forever, is almost worse than death.

I'm never gonna get over how fucked up it is in context that Timoteo resolved this sitaution by ice-ing his son.

Reborn's words in the KHR manga also confirm what I initially speculated as well: Timoteo misused the Dying Will Zero Point Breakthrough technique, the freezing ice technique.

It was originally created by Vongola Primo (1st generation Vongola boss) to seal away Dying Will flames.

The Cradle Affair situation could've ended with Timoteo just freezing his hands temporarily.

It's not supposed to be used to FREEZE PEOPLE...

He didn't want to deal with the problems he caused by being a shit ass neglective parent tho, so he just froze Xanxus and kept the ice locked away in chains and metal.

Someone like Reborn, who is privy to many of the Vongola family's secrets, even thought he was kept under surveillance after that (which would've been more reasonable).

KEPT OUT OF SIGHT. KEPT OUT OF MIND. FOR 8 YEARS???

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The fact that Xanxus was so enraged (both when he was a teen during the Coup, and as an adult now) is so valid honestly.

Vongola 9th getting trapped inside a robot by Xanxus & the Varia is perfect karma lmfao

I'm glad that KHR's framing on its villains/antagonists is mostly neutral, but I really can't stand the way it treats Xanxus' harboured rage/resentment as something he was in the wrong for

Like it's so obvious that he thinks of "love and friendship" as worthless because his views are so obviously affected by his upbringing - he only knows "love" from the worthless man that betrayed him.

Added with the fact that as an assassin leader, the leader of the Varia, a mafia boss, he never would've had the need for the "Feelings first" attitude that Tsuna has. It is wholly unecessary to him.

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In retrospect, to be "loved" genuinely, is what he (Xanxus) always needed. But he didn't get that. He certainly didn't get it from his shit ass incompetent parent.

Like it framed his harboured resentment and the fact that he was so emotionally broken and riddled with grief and trauma, as something he was in the wrong for (and frames Timoteo as sympathetic).

Which is just... (.) 💀

Magi, which has such a sympathetic and cathartic framing of its antagonist/opposing figure charas, would never do this to me!

Like I agree Xanxus went off the rails overboard (valid of him tho lmfao considering his context) but none of his actions, deserved that kind of fate.

In conclusion, Timoteo can fuck off

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You (Timoteo) treated him, your own son, like a rabid animal fearful that they'll bite someone, and not an actual person.

He NEVER expresses regret for his actions in what he did to his own son which is so fucked up.

So I can't fucking stand his "warm grandad" side he shows to Tsuna. He never shows it to his own son.

Especially when the way Timoteo is treated in both the Varia arc and later arcs as a warmly grandfatherly figure.

Really feels like Amano's "fix-it" writing in trying to frame and woobify (redeem an asshole chara undeservingly) this series' awful parent charas as "See! He was actually good after all!"

I still don't trust the framing of Timoteo in the Simon arc. Like oh this man finally wants to take responsibility now?

For everything except how he treated his son. Lol.

Pack it up cuz none of Amano's "fix-it" writing could ever make me like this chara (Timoteo)

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C: LMAO

There's a huge gap in how Timoteo treats Xanxus and how he treats basically everyone else

Me: Dr. Shamal is just 💀

D*E CISHET TRASH!!!

C: Lmfao valid

Me: It was just this before. Which is completely fine

Me: And then all of a sudden in 2023 someone inserted their stupid speculations into his wiki page

C: Bhbhbh fucken cursed

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(KHR: Varia Arc - Ch. 134 Spoilers)

Also it would just make more sense if Xanxus's verbal tic/habit of saying "trash" or "scum" (カス[ども], Kasu [domo]) came from how, after being taken in, how his arrogance grew as he became older.

Since he looked down on other families and other Vongola Boss candidate successors from branch families, and saw himself as superior cuz he was basically raised on a pedestal after being taken in and was raised to believe that he'd be the 9th boss' successor

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R: Never trust fandom wikis

C: For real

R: The shipping wiki either 😁

C: LOL

Sounds like a disaster

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R: YEAHH ;;; shipping wikis are so biased it hurts. Why are you putting a ship that was never confirmed canon as canon 👹

Me: Oh yeah… Since it can be edited by anyone I imagine it can be a mess as well

C: Yeah it seems likely he just started saying it at some point

Ahh yeah. Yeah he really thought he was king of the world

C: Help jsngndfsd

C: It feels like it's trying very hard to make Xanxus' character's tragedy and trauma ONLY his early childhood 😭

To a lot of characters you can apply that they start to use the insults that have been directed at them, but Xanxus just… doesn't feel like that

Because yeah he's arrogant as hell, he thinks he's above everyone.

C: Exactly omg

Me: RIGHT like that's why it bothers me sm…

Xanxus' character tragedy lies in his WHOLE context (ie. His early childhood, the entire Cradle Affair situation)

It's really so insulting to me that it dismisses his character's whole tragedy (in his early childhood and teenage years) while trying to make him come off as some uwu sad boy that was hurt by other people, so now he calls them trash back. That isn't Xanxus.

Dawg if you're at least gonna put fanon speculations can you at least put good ones. LMFAO

Xanxus just doesn't feel like that kind of character. He thinks he's the king of the world, and so, looks down on everyone.

C: Yeaaaaa that's very true

It's just. It's not Xanxus man

C: Yeah

He's simply above everyone

#Not gonna tag this cuz I'll lose it if I get people justifying his shitty dad's actions in my mentions #Literally nothing could justify just how poorly he dealt with his own son and the Cradle incident #But thankfully it's becoming more widely understood that majority of the parents in this series are dogshit lmao!#I obviously sympathize with the morally questionable & bankrupt evil meow meow mf cuz his whole deal is so interesting and compelling to me #Not the badly written woobified parent #sen's rambles #ktky #rbrn #xx #xnln #xanlena

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mangoposts · 9 months ago

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https://www.tumblr.com/mangoposts/743734406780518400/httpswwwtumblrcommangoposts74368814885229363

Okay imma do a recap.

She went live yesterday asking people to send her money for a road trip that she went to do, she’s asking « her » fan base to go on her gofundme to send her money (she wants to raise 3k) people started calling her out and asking question about the triplets so she ended the live. The first time she asked for money it was for tattoos after that it was for her bills, another time it was for her family(supposedly) and now she said the actual reason was for a road trip. Shit went down and we talked about it with Bee, we talk about the fact that alahna is asking 12-17 years old to send her money and other things like that( you can find it on bee’s page) but anyway she’s complaining about working all day at a restaurant and not making enough money BUT she spend it all on random things lmao.

She want kids to send her money and every single time she change the reason why, as of rn her go fund me raised almost 200$ but she want to reach 3k and because the triplets fans are also her « fans » she’s using that as an advantage to get them to send her money, which is fucked up knowing the are not older than 15-16.

She’s a clout chaser and she’s BEGGING for money.

Im so over her ass actually i’ve never seen her lives so i always assumed it was a joke 😭 This is so desperate and crazy girl make your own money and stop getting change off the triplets fans Bruh

#🥭

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lacependragon · 11 months ago

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This entire post is just me ranting about how much I hate the middle grade book The Glass Witch. So if you don't want to read that, skip this post. Reblogs are off for a reason. It's not deep it's just me being pissed off.

(No I have never and will never tell the author any of these things. I left a frustrated 1 star review on Goodreads and stopped. Authors don't need to see hatred. It's fucking rude. I'm sure she's a lovely person even if I personally never ever want to interact with her ever again after this book. This is my blog and my personal feelings and I have no intention to ever ever share these things to her. That'd be RUDE.)

You ever read a middle grade book and go "wow. this author has no idea how to write adults apologizing." and realize that it undermines the entirety of the work? Like the adults, guardians, authority figures spend the whole book being rude, or dismissive, or abusive, or controlling, or just plain mean and in the end they don't have to apologize and the main character learns "Oh gosh they never were mean I was just an asshole and they were trying to help me!"

And you close the book and go "This is the worst thing I have ever read for kids and if I read this as a child it would have genuinely destroyed me." Because the adults were abusive and dismissive. And they were awful. And now all of it has been swept under the rug as "caring" and the kid being argumentative.

Because that's what The Glass Witch by Lindsay Puckett did to me and it's been a fucking year and every time I see that cover I get unbelievably upset thinking about how much it dropped the ball on the abuse. That entire book is the adults being god fucking awful to that kid and then at the end the kid goes "Oh they were NEVER awful, it was ME being awful and they were trying to HELP".

I screamed when I read that page. I read the rest of the book fast trying to see if the adults would apologize.

They didn't. They never fucking did it.

If it wasn't a library book I would have thrown it. I grew up with an abusive mother who tried to control my body. A family that pushed me around like that. And that book genuinely would have done so much damage at 12, 14, even 18. Even now it's clearly done damage. It's just. Bad.

I just don't understand how you can write an entire book about adults being assholes and think "I don't have to have them apologize." Like bruh, author, what the fuck? Not once. Not one fucking apology to this poor kid who has been dismissed and yelled at and abused and talked down to and ignored and pushed into doing shit she hates.

Blocked, unfollowed, never reading a book by her again. Never watching her videos. Never interacting. No. Fuck that.

JFC I cannot believe how badly it missed the mark and how no one else who has read this book seems to notice. Like this book's theme at the end is just "It doesn't matter how much your family forces and shoves you into things, they're doing it because they love you and you should shut up and do it and be grateful" and I cannot find another theme in this book. I can't do it. I just can't. It reads as excusing all this behaviour from the adults as perfectly acceptable and the KIDS as the only problem.

And like that's not even the plot of the book. The plot of the book is about a fucking monster getting free. And I think the monster was the only part of this book I DON'T remember because I'm too busy thinking about how the awful impact of these adults is gonna fuck this kid up more than fighting a monster.

They didn't care what she wanted. They just wanted her to do what they wanted. They belittled and argued and abused and dismissed and were just. Awful.

Why? Why did they not apologize? Why did this book think adults never have to apologize? Why is this book excusing the abuse of a child under 'its care'?

What the fuck.

#rant #hate #lace speaks #not trying to start fights it just been a fucking YEAR #and i CANNOT stop hating this book #and i cannot stop being frustrated that no one else notices this #so yeah #its going here because journalling and DMs havent helped so maybe public discussion will #if anyone else has read it and noticed these things #and yeah yeah books dont HAVE to be morally correct #but in a middle grade book #if you say 'its okay for parents to never apologize'#you're a bad person #period

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fictionbeforeblood · 2 years ago

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Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes disappointed the 14-year-old in me

Just finished The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes, the Hunger Games prequel. I feel like it was totally unnecessary. It wasn’t a perspective that needed development. It felt obvious to me that there was some deeper understanding that Snow had, that Katniss also saw. They saw through each other and understood the messages they gave each other through unspoken words.

What I did like was the hint of a 50 year long sore spot or opposition between Katniss and Snow. It definitely felt implied that Katniss is somehow related to Lucy Gray, but wtf is Covey?? I felt like the creation of this whole new subgroup was really unnecessary for the plot. Like, I get that it ties together the hunting, being out in the woods behind District 12, the songs, the mockingjays, etc., but I don’t get the point of creating the weird new raggedy outcast runaway group. I think it would’ve meant more to the trilogy if Lucy Gray had been proud to be from District 12 and loved her district for the woods, the audience, and character.

It felt like the book kept teasing different plot twists, only for it to be either completely wrong or wholly foreseeable and too good to be true. Like four separate times I thought that Lucy Gray was going to reveal that she only charmed Cornelius so that he would be a more motivated mentor in the games. I didn’t really get what sparked such a deep connection between Lucy Gray and Cornelius, or why she liked him so much (or even trusted him). I also thought Cornelius was going to turn out to be hallucinating or having a psychotic break where he’s created this whole love affair as part of some grader delusion when his family is on the brink of disaster.

Also, they kept talking about how formidable his family line is, and how his surname is an enormous pride for him, but I don’t feel like she gave enough feel as to why. Like, was the Snow family the ruling power before the war? Was I supposed to know that? And speaking of names, I found them really hard to follow. I kept forgetting the first names of everyone.

I’m also not a huge fan of music written out in books. I know it was essential to the plot, but it’s very awkward for me to read and I’m always fighting the urge to skip to the normal text.

The ending was well executed, but only the last, like, 5 pages. It was difficult to get into, then sped up quickly, and had a long lull before an insane fast ending. There were a lot of loose threads. Like the whole it-was-the-plan-all-along-and-it-made-u-stronger trope is overplayed and wasn’t totally necessary here. Also bruh. The evil scientist lady trope was so annoying. There was potential with the druggie school teacher, he could’ve made a villan with more depth and story behind the connection between him and his father.

My impression is that it was definitely written with a movie in mind. Especially with the third person (and because I know the movie is coming this year), it felt like the only reason it was written was because the trilogy was such a success and they felt like it could keep going.

Everything was super obvious, like every little thing about Katniss and District 12 and the people of the Capitol needed to have an explanation. It was a little too much to me that the last names were the same, with the same families having the same occupation. Flickerman, Crane, Heavensbee. I think Suzanne Collins could’ve taken more liberties with the book than she did.

All in all I don’t mean to bash Suzanne or say it was a bad book. I enjoyed it, and I’m glad I read it. It felt like 24 year old me owed it to the 14 year old me. But, reading this ten years after my obsession with this series that catapulted me into a deep love for YA fiction, I feel I could have steered the book in a more fulfilling, deep, and imaginative prequel than what was presented in this book. Really curious to hear what other readers thought.

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sr4wberrydr3amz · 2 days ago

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Who is this mf and why am I on their page 🤨

HIIIII I'm Azy :3 I'm a small artist and content creator, I like to write stories, draw, make videos, animations and a ton of other things

What is my personality like?

I would say my personality is like Mable from gravity falls but more depressed.. I dunno lolz

What fandoms am I a part of?

Ohh Lord haha.. let's see..

⭐ Gravity falls (since I was 8)

⭐ Sally face (Since I was 13.. so like.. since last week)

⭐ Amazing world of gumball (Since I was 7)

⭐ The nightmare before christmas (since I was like 3)

⭐ Regular show (since I was 12)

⭐ Toilet Bound Hanako Kun (since I was 11)

⭐ Sanrio/hello kitty (BRUH I WAS WATCHING THIS SHIT IN THE WOMB)

⭐ Adventure time

⭐The Amazing Digital Circus (again, since I was 13 so like a month or two ago lolz)

And probably a lot more :)

What do I post about?

I mainly post art, pictures I've taken, things I think about, things that happen and just random stuff :3

Do I have any AU's?

Yes! I have a Sally face AU which you can read about here

Here's some fun facts about me!!

🌸 I'm part of the LGBTQ community!

🌸 I LOVE butterflies :D

🌸 I am horrible at finishing shows - > -

🌸 I have A LOT of stuffed animals

🌸 I have a gap between my two front teeth

🌸 I'm scared of clowns and heights

🌸 I'm 5'0 tall (as of making this :3)

🌸 My birthday is March 7th, 2011

🌸 I am 13 at the time of this Tumblr post :3

🌸 My favorite webtoons are, Boy Girlfriend, Day Break, Soft Love, Boy Next Door, My Reaper Boyfriend and Everything Is Fine :3

What can you do and not do with my OC's/Art/AU's?

Go ahead! No problem :3

❤️ Share my art to your friends

❤️ Have my characters meet your characters!

❤️ Make characters based off of my AU's

Eh.. please ask and give credit :/

💔 use my characters as a reference for yours

💔 Post my art on other apps

💔 Use my OC's in your own art like.. alot of the time

NO! NEVER! NOT IN A MILLION YEARS >:(

🖤 Use my art for AI

🖤 Steal my Characters/AU's

🖤 Trace my art

OK AND CONCLUSION, WE ARE DONE >:3

Linksss:

Wattpad story: here

YouTube: here

Pinterest: here

Spotify: here

OKOK BYE 😋😋😋

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kindred-spirit-93 · 4 months ago

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the devil works hard, but people work harder omg

posted something on r/TOMT a lil while ago and my jaw quite literally dropped when within record time some angel had already found exactly what i was looking for. God bless you kind stranger :')

if that wasnt brilliant enough as it is, turns out i had misremembered a lot lol (like the gist of it was alright but the only accurate detail i got was this background character mentioning their daughter), but still, it was ridiculously impressive and im devastated.

this morning i randomly remembered a scary short story i had read back in 2017 ish in highschool as a means of escape from my surroundings. id turned to scouring the small library my school had at the time, and quickly found an outlet in works of mystery and horror.

i read all sorts, most notably the many adventures of sherlock holmes, as well as miscellaneous and less known classics of the genre. this particular gem stuck with me more than the others, which is maybe why now that ive found it, im oddly emotional.

and its the strangest assortment of feelings too, from not expecting anyone to answer, the shock of finding a strong lead, anticipation while reading through it to see if it was a match, a moment of epiphany when id really and truly found it, to the cold bucket of 'oh?' is this it? the cold emptiness after a mission completed, a purpose fulfilled. i dont think ive experienced this wide of a range of emotions within this short of a timespan. i think i went through the 7 stages of grief all at once.

it never fails to surprise me how fast i unintentionally get attached to really insignificant things and let them have their way with me. in this case i think my mind unlocked a little drawer that had been long forgotten, so mush so, its contentents, regardless of how small and harmless they may have been, were bound to overwhelm my senses.

its interesting to think that as amazing and awe inspiring as the human mind is, the brain cant differentiate between whats real and what is percieved as such. a connection to a fictional character for instance is real, even if they arent, the brain builds connections and those, are very real.

i think the newfound (or rediscovered) knowledge of this particular period of my life physically threw me back into my 12 year old body, complete with the whirlwind of thoughts and neurotransmitters that defines that sticky age.

i felt the warmth of the sunshine peeking through the blinds of the library, warming me and the pages between my fingers, but the bitterness in my throat followed when i as an adult remembered what had put us in this situation in the first place. what, or rather who, i was escaping by living through ink beside another kind of monster...

tl;dr - it was The Mezzotint by M.R James that u can read here, highschool sucks, im going to eat ice cream.

UPDATE we ran out of ice cream now im really crying while munching on bugles. bruh 😭

#wow shit got real pretty fast lol #and a lil poetic #this started kinda shitpost-y (the thanks is absolutely genuine and still is) and well i got carried away #welp #what was i to do but pen my inner turmoil #or in this case type #to share with the masses #of like 2 people lol #also i read the abridged version #the mezzotint #short stories #horror stories #pun intended #as in maple syrup #of course

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carica-ficus · 11 months ago

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“Fourth Wing”

26/12/2023

Reading progress: 346/498 (69%) Read through since last update: 122

Another sick day, another rampant reading day. I've been noticing A LOT of inconsistencies and bad plot hole mendings in this section. Thankfully, this book is more than easy to read, so I should be done with it soon enough, but man... There's too much stuff that just doesn't make sense. Another thing I noticed and that I can't overlook is that this book is purely written as a "and then" narrative. There's a really good video from the South Park creators that break this concept down, so I'm not going to go into that right now, but yeah, I'm painfully aware why this plot doesn't work for this book (among many other things...) This time, I'm mostly ranting. I'm really losing my mind over this book, so I need to get some stuff off of my chest.

Thoughts today:

So, Violet talks about how she would, and I quote, "climb the man like a tree", but literally on the next page says she's not mad enough to do it.

And then the cringe part when she calls herself a masochist as a joke and he's intrigued. I'm guessing they'll have the most vanilla sex I have ever read.

I've just realized that it's kinda weird that Tairn and Sgaeyl are the only mated pair know in the book so far? I think it's kinda weird because this novel is filled with so much unnecessary information and now it seems to lack something that would maybe be useful. Or at least interesting.

I get that Dain is very strict with the rules, but his recent outbursts seem so out of character. Why wouldn't he believe Mavis tried to kill Violet? He thinks everyone is out to get her anyway.

We have so many unnecessary characters in this book, but then the other 2 wingleaders get introduced at page 245. (Future me: And then are never mentioned again. Just like 90% of all the characters in this book.)

I got to the orange part and if I haven't watched a review for this book a few hours ago where the reader mentioned the absurdity of this specific scene, I wouldn't even know what it's about. This might be the absolute worst fucking part in the book just because it's so random and has literally 0 context. (Future me: I understand what the orange was used for later, but the way this information was introduced is so forced. And lazy. Like damn.)

Hate hate hate that Xaden calls Violet Violence. She literally cannot kill anyone. She never picks a fight. It's used only because it seems quirky.

Okay, I knew the dragon fucking scene was coming on. I get it. I don't judge. In fact, I don't mind. I actually like when authors take the liberty of exploring sexuality in their work. Sure. But how does it make sense to build this whole shit up, to make Violet be overcome by lust, only for Xaden to teach her how to ignore it??? And after she is successful at it, THEN they kiss??? Why?? Why why why???

And then they don't even fuck. Bruh, what the fuck.

(I know it's because Xaden felt like he would take advantage of her, but what the fuck? What the fuuuuuck????)

"The only weapons we're allowed to have are the ones we earn." I've grown numb to all the stupid rules established as a ways to compensate for Yarros's poor writing skills, but this is by far the worst one I've heard. Y'all are in the military, for fucks sake! Shouldn't they provide you with weapons???

The whole squad as Violet and Xaden trash around on the matt:

I was just thinking how it's incredibly weird that Violet's mom hasn't inquired about her at all, only for her to finally appear again after 200 pages! Yay! I wonder what she'll say about her daughter that she forced into the position of a rider?! Still not happy? Shame. I'm so surprised.

What's the whole point of the games? I mean, they were fun, sure, but felt a little underwhelming, mostly because the last assignment was dull, in my opinion, and the rest of them were barely mentioned, let alone featured.

Yup, it makes perfect sense that Xaden doesn't reveal he can talk to Violet telepathically. And it makes perfect sense that the first time he does it is during an important briefing. Just to tease her. That rascal, him! He's so silly!

Speaking of which, that next kiss of theirs as they're leaving is so... unemotional. It comes out of nowhere. From Xaden who has suddenly, in 3 days, had a change of heart he hasn't experienced in the last 3-4 months they have been training together. Like, what?

Can you guess I'm getting a little frustrated? I am really searching for a way to connect to this book, but it's becoming so hard. There's a few good pages, then a dozen bad ones. Well... See y'all tomorrow.

#reading #reading journal #dnevnik citanja #dnevnik čitanja #fourth wing #rebecca yarros

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castle-dominion · 1 year ago

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c1x5 chill goes thru her veins

I feel bad for the stunt actor. Why are those lights turning on?

Beautiful intro <3 with her ring & gun & stuff. (but she just keeps it in a drawer...? No surely that drawer is locked... gun laws in the usa can't be THAT lax...) Beautiful red coat. We need more of that in later seasons. She should shave her head, but like in a sexy way. For the leabians.

JE: Why can't they find bodies between 9 and 5? KB: Well, early bird gets the collar. *castle running around before beckett can even drink her coffee* JE: He was here before I was.

Poor lanie, she's there just as early as anyone. XD cold case LP claims she's frozen solid, but let's just make a note of that. Captions say mid-40s & i'm assuming that means 40-50 f not negative 40? That's what like 12 degrees c? Nope, 40f is 4c. not quite cold enough to freeze, not solid, even with wind. Lol ruby slippers Ok but bodies float in concrete Maybe the killer is just really flaky like me. Or maybe they killed her & didn't know what to do so they froze her until they came up with a plan.

I'm watching s4 with my family rn & the technology is booming. Reminds me of s2 when the fbi came in. Legit made me laugh out loud when castle made that wilford warfstache face. This seems like a good time to remembe MMIWP; missing & murdered indigenous women/people. It is literally an ongoing genocide, idk much abt the USA but indigenous people are disproportionately represented in cases like this in canada. Indigenous men are actually more at-risk for murders than women, though women are more at-risk for disappearances & sexual abuse. They are even overturning things like ICWA, FNMI kids are already overrepresented in the foster care system, forced genocidal assimilation is happening under our noses Right Now. Everyone is an ally until it is time to do some ally shit.

KR: Sure they do. Quantum physics, alien abductions, Schrödinger's cat. One minute, you're getting a hot dog in the park, the next you're fighting off Sleestaks on the far side of a dimensional rift. BRUH??? Reminds me of the alien episode in s2 or s3. Oh woman I remember in Range class we had our turkeys out all weekend & they were still frozen

KB: Okay, I'm on my way KB: Lanie's got an ID. So u don't need to look thru missing persons anymore right? RC, to rysposito: You'll take care of these? *leaves* JE: Hey, Ryan, can you, uh… Thanks. *also leaves poor ryan to go through or put away the files* Poor Ryan, he's just staring at espt leave with such hurt, his eyes just moving all over the table & room, & his mouth slightly open. He's left to deal with this. They really are treating him like the new guy even tho he really is not he's been there long enough in canon.

WOAH FIVE YEARS IS A LONG TIME BABES

Steals his coffee Ofc he's a speedreader. I like how later they use that skill again. ok but she disappears often, she's gone for weeks at a time occasionally, the guy probably wouldn't have called in until seven days after she's gone Flirting with her lol. He probably thought she ran away for the first six months then figured she was gone for good or passed away.

R u using a 5yo file? Oh. Yeah five years. So new york "idc that the previous tenant was murdered, it keeps the rent low"

JE: Well, four years between murders? One's a popsicle, one just got popped? I love castle's shirt texture, I just want to feel it. KR: I don't believe it. RC: Give me 250 pages, I bet I could make you. KR: *chuckles* But he's right. "250 pages is 125 000 words single-spaced or 62 500 words double-spaced. Typical documents that are 250 pages or more include full-length novels."

CASTLE I could call it, "A Chill Runs Through Her Veins." ESPOSITO Ooh. I like that. [Castle and Esposito five-five.] CASTLE "Bam" said the lady, another best-seller for me.

(https://scriptline.livejournal.com/18916.html for my quotes, it's so much faster than typing them out. sometimes.)

You know, ppl ship caskett (obv, & then it eventually eventually finally becomes canon) & ppl ship rysposito (I can see why, plus if caskett is together obv rysposito would be together) but tbh I like castito or casposito or castlesito or estle or espostle or espositle or javick rickvier or whatever their ship name it. Probably casposito.

Hmmm. Homeless, White Plains. Homeless, White Plains. JE: both kinda creepy

I love him with his kids (possibly spoilers) I think I know how it ends, I feel like the parents will end up having done this & the kids will end up parentless & then grandparentless. Or maybe the husband did it & then the grandparents killed the husband bc screw you for robbing my daughter of her life & my grandkids of their mom & I'm not letting my grandbabies be raised by a murderer (unless they become murderers in which case.... you lost your point)

drinkin coffee in a bar. I mean he's right ig but at the same time screw you & acab. Oh war vet? Yeah no hun cops feel more brotherhood with soldiers than they feel responsibility to their jobs. The entire system is crap. I want to say "than they feel responsible for the ppl they are meant to protect" but... they aren't really "meant" to protect them. They are meant to police them.

That's why u like castle. He spins crazy theories instead of making things fit into a box. (except he still says "that's not how I would write it") Castle sherlock holmes moments.

JE: A couple of bucks jogged his memory. Yeah man Already have their little handshake uwu Reminds me of ochoa/herve doing the big handshake. I feel like castle wrote a cool handshake (made it up) for roach & then they put it in the movie but castle didn't actually know how to do the handshake.

Oh gosh this poor man. Only this time, all I find is a freezer plugged into a light outlet -- which, by the way, is totally illegal. So valid bestie. (I love him so much.) One time I had to make a mini model of a house for math class but it was my best friend & me & we were both disabled so we handed in the simplest project we could & got in trouble for it. Then our parents helped us out, they put in the water heater. Paul said "lets use this little pill bottle, we can glue it to the wall here" but then my dad chips in 'That's a Code Violation, man!' as if code violations matter in our little model. Both dads cracked up. It was funnier when it happened... (& whenever we go to tour dream homes dad points out the code violations. & ofc count how many secret rooms we can make. Not that we'd ever live there.) Oh fun fact, if you make a double male extension cord you can power your neighbour's apartment if they forgot to pay their electrical bill, JUST so they can like, keep their fridge running so their food doesn't spoil. Some anarchosocialist cyberpunk for ya. I mean the man's right. I see why he did what he did. People are really good at not seeing homeless people.

Man kept the freezer? ofc it's cash. every six months, plus three months of grace. Two months after the man is dead! So valid bestie, keep the footage of the last two weeks, but who has space for more than that?

If not x, then y. if not her, then him. If not sam, then whoM? Him=whom, he=who. Who did it? He did it. It was whom? It was him.

Mmm leftovers. That's a heck of an empty freezer. Hey self cleaning oven, sort of like that episode in s3! Did you know you can jerry your oven open during self clean mode to make it into a pizza oven? Don't do it tho. AC: Did I stop, or did something stop me? I love her RC: It's family moments like these I will never forget. AC: With a good therapist, hopefully, I will. DSAFHDSJHADSKJH

I like beckett's coat. This Wyler fellow seems neat. I like him. Man remembers the bf's name?

This boy looks like someone I've seen before. Maybe that actor/directer, gary sinus I like his shirt. Seems like a nice prison uniform. This fellow seems neat. Oh. I love & respect this man. I love him sm. This is tragic.

Sometimes I'm very "guy" but other times I am so obviously raised female, but I was also raised catholic. Nice pride flag lol B'y I think it's a bad idea to tell these children what happened to their mom, at least in any detail. They're kids. Or at most tweens.

What if GARY killed sam? He wasn't dead for four years or so, you could have come forward. he WAS dead for the past year, you could have come forward w/o fear.

Ooh this is the coolest & sweetest thing. I love their laser tag gear. RC: Mom! We are totally doing battle on the field of honor. MR: How old are you? RC: Old enough to afford the top-of-the line laser tag. You know that's what they tell addicts. The only fun you had was drinking & now you don't have that hobby? All your friends do drugs so you're out a community? Do what you wanted to do when you were a kid, now that you are an adult with adult money. Buy yourself an easy bake oven, go play laser tag, take that gymnastics class you wanted to do all throughout elementary. RC: I'm dead! MoOm!

I like how castle doesn't try to make himself look like a presentable adult, he opens the door & shoots his laser gun. Poor beckett. She knocks on his door & then gets laser shot by a novelist she was a fan of who is now shadowing her on crime cases, then his daughter comes out from behind him, also wearing all this laser gear (including the fact that she is a responsible adolescent), & then his mom comes in from the side with a towel on her head & a mask on her face. "Pehtikwe"

Is this the first time she has been in his house? Or did she arrest him here once? She is indeed a comic fan, remember the vampire episode? It's like a murder board. Lol jinx. I like castle's sweater here.

See? Most ppl don't own a car in a city like that. Point for the adhd castle headcanon. Goes on a tangent like that. Plus, he's very childish sometimes, very childlike /pos sometimes, he procrastinates a lot, then he hyperfocuses & bangs out a novel, he can think inside or outside the box but he threw the box away so he doesn't know if he's thinking in or out, he is not very good at following instructions lol (you know i was diagnosed with ODD & recently I found out & thought "that's just what they diagnose you with when you don't understand things & so you ask questions or refuse to do things or you don't like being a child treated like you are not a person; that's why so many ppl grow out of of" & I Was Right, BUT that's only the misdiagnoses, ODD is actually a mood disorder, which might be why I kind of got over it when I went on mood stabilizers. Fun fact for ya)

It's late at night they just went to his house? Or maybe it's the next day.

ROGER They told me he was shot in a mugging. And now you're telling me, he was killed here, in my apartment?

CASTLE Not him. His wife.

ROGER His wife? What kind of family was this?

CASTLE Alright. So, you and I are married.

BECKETT We are not married.

CASTLE Relax. It's just pretend.

BECKETT I don't want to pretend.

CASTLE Scared you'll like it?

BECKETT Okay. If we're married, I want a divorce.

ROGER Are you two like this all the time?

CASTLE and BECKETT Yes.

(usually they give opposing answers. JE: yes; KB: no; RC: I wish; KR: ...??? Ok!)

Castle puts down the pan but beckett still has the pot *closes door on roger* *hands the pot back to roger*

Need to go to the eco station? Call your buddy with a truck.

I still respect this guy to a degree. I love the way his voice is breaking. This poor fellow.

Cap's right. what goes around comes around.

I remember how it ends. Not five years ago. Plainclothes. Melanie's dad. He did his own detective work & I'm proud. I know what you mean castle but you kind of can't do that.

I feel really bad bc he's just trying to be a good grampa, he is raising his grandkids, he solved his daughter's murder & paid justice to sam. Tho he probs could have gone to the police. Also why do those kids look native? Melanie & her parents are white af. IG we've never seen sam's body/picture so maybe he was native or a poc.

Dad, they probs don't have the evidence to convict you. Don't confess & you can get away with it. Ah I see why he did it now. R u allowed to bring back a service weapon? Good on him, he said a father MIGHT be justified. Never said he did it.

Oh beckett sharing her story!

We were supposed to go to dinner together - my mom, my Dad, and I, and she was gonna meet us at the restaurant, but she never showed. Two hours later, we went home, and there was a detective waiting for us. Detective Raglin. They found her body. She had been stabbed. She still had her money and purse and jewelry. And it wasn't a sexual assault, either. They attributed it to gang violence. Random wayward event. So, just like in Melanie's case, they couldn't think outside the box. So, they just tries to package it up nicely. And the killer was never caught.

CASTLE Why do you wear the watch?

BECKETT My Dad took her death hard. He's sober now. Five years. So, this is for the life that I saved. And...

[She reaches in her shirt and pulls out the necklace with the ring on it.]

BECKETT (CONT'D) this is for the life that I lost.

Oof, so good. So good. I love them.

CASTLE Until tomorrow, Detective.

BECKETT You can't just say "night?"

CASTLE I'm a writer. "Night" is boring. "Until tomorrow" is more hopeful.

The second cree word of this post: Wapaki. It means "tomorrow" but cree words are long. It means more like "if the sun rises tomorrow" & it implies that we have FAITH that the sun will rise tomorrow, we can't actually tell the future. We are just doing what we can. If, if the sun rises tomorrow.

& she doesn't lock her gun in her drawer.

Esposito & castle & getting the file & how did he convince espt to do this.

[41:50, INT. PRECINCT, RECORDS ROOM - NIGHT] Esposito enters, followed by Castle.

[Esposito leads him past rack after rack of file boxes, until he comes to one and opens it. He pulls out a file and hands it to Castle.]

ESPOSITO Remember, this never happened. I was never here.

CASTLE You have my word. Thanks.

[Esposito clears his throat]

ESPOSITO If you tell her I did this, I'll make you bleed.

CASTLE Understood.

ESPOSITO Good luck.

[The name on the file: Johanna Beckett. Castle takes a seat at a table and turns on the desk light as Esposito leaves, dousing the overheads. Lit by the light of the lamp, Castle looks down at the case file. He takes a breath, and opens it.]

I should do some chores.

#castle 1x5 #castle 1x5 spoilers #castle 1x5 quote #castle s1 spoilers #plot heavy

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vvstual · 2 years ago

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bruh... that's not even the half of it. there's ChoCo1, too. consists of a 14 year old and two other 12 year olds!!! i'd link the kprofiles page but idk tumblr won't let me do it through ask box. what are they even going to sing about??? what in the fucked up kidz bop bullshit is this.

dear god i just looked at the kprofiles for both why are there so many 2010 liners

i genuinely worry about these kids we know the industry doesn't protect them they shouldn't even be trainees at this age they should be dancing in school talent shows

#this is too much #and the point about what are they gonna sing about if njs has shown us anything it won't be age appropriate #like i'm 18 and i couldn't imagine being in such a toxic predatory industry let alone these 12 year olds #theo.ask

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0iam0 · 2 years ago

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cool question

And bruh, I had pretty much the exact same story. It wasn't online, but I remember making an oc named Sarah, back in 2016. She also had blue hair, also ice themed, and she had something to do with demolition boys, cuz I had a teen fangirl obsession with Tala :|

I don't know what would count as me getting into the fandom but I've known about beyblade since 2011/12 or something. I even bought some beyblades which are lost forever now, even singing the mfb theme song and everything. I was interested in the show (mfb, it was airing) but ig I just felt awkward watching it in front of parents cuz, idk. They would ask me what was happening in the show I would be just as clueless. I was probably really young to understand anything, cuz I think it was a show for teens.

I had another beyblade phase in 2016, specifically bakuten shoot season 1. (And now I'm having yet another phase with beyblade burst lol, technically every generation tho, but esp interested in beyburst) I actually never saw v force and g rev until this year. And this is when I became a fan of Tala's existence and created an oc.

Back to the oc, it's kinda sad what I did to her. I remember drawing Tala like twice from online screenshots, basically copying everything. And afterwards drawing some of her, cuz I probably got some idea on how to draw anime characters by drawing Tala. I planned her on having a dragon bit beast, for which I still have the pages but I can't post since I didn't bring them with me to hostel. She had a certain type of hairstyle, long hair, and eyebrows almost similar to Tala (big bruh moment, cuz I created her to be shipped with Tala :| ) and she was basically a part of, or at least of close associations with demolition boys.

Now on to the sad story about what happened to her, I basically erased her from everywhere. I didn't know why I did this but after some years, I probably have the word for it. Cringe. I tore pages that had her, even the ones with the Tala drawings, crumpled them and threw them somewhere deep in my house. We were also moving to another apartment so the papers were left there with the old apartment and now I don't have any evidence of her. Ig a part of why I did this was because I couldn't draw her good, I remember thinking I drew the head really small, and proportions were bad. But the main reason was ig that I thought it was cringe, can't exactly describe it, but I didn't wanna see her anymore. I even erased her from the bit beast drawing (which frankly was just a random dragon drawing originally, I like dragons) and replaced her with a tree.

Now, after years, getting into beyblade yet again, I actually drew her from memory in my chemistry book lol, cuz I was bored. I think I drew her pretty accurate to the way I used to draw her. May not post it now, maybe a post for another day.

Ok so.

Can we all just share when we got into this fandom and what our first contribution to the fandom was?

Keep reading

#also. the fox creature is so cute :>#prolly a really long post but that's what happens when you let me babble unchecked #talking #beyblade #beyblade oc #reblog

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biorusted · 7 years ago

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Relax, Ego

Shout out to @astarisms for literally being the best person (and editor) ever-- thank you so much <3 <3 <3

Major Characters- Sheila, Lucifer, Ipos (w/ slight Sheipos) Word count- 5273

Summary- Sheila is the best archer in heaven, Lucifer notices and wants to be her apprentice.

She was always the last one to leave the training room, not because she was slow or enjoyed the solitude or the way her footsteps faintly echoed in between the equipment, but because she had little time to waste maneuvering around crowded bodies. Some of her peers thought that was why she was as good as she was, that’s why Uriel himself allowed her to fight alongside him, why she could stand alongside the Archangels at all; because of all the time she dedicated to the Holy Army, her few extra minutes in the training room. Sheila thought it was hilarious; sure, she could get an extra round in--another go at the course-- but extra training time didn't make her the claimed ‘Best Archer in Heaven.’

Sheila set her bow on a bench and started to remove her chest guard. Without a thought, she started to hum a song that had been stuck in her head all day. Her voice seemed to sink comfortably into dark corners of the room.

She jolted when a large object landed on the bench beside her, she was about to tell off her teammates when she looked up to see...

The Morning Star...

Sheila gasped and quickly bowed, completely at a loss for words. There was a moment of eerie silence before he spoke.

"Relax, there's no need for that." He waved his hand in dismissal before continuing, "You're Sheila, correct?"

Sheila rose and nodded, "I am."

"Good," He tilted his head to the side slightly, "I've heard a lot about you. When I visited with Jophiel he told me that you were the best archer in heaven and we watched you run through the course a few times. I must agree with him, I've never seen anyone move like you, with such accuracy and power.” He started to walk around, she felt like she was being examined; hunted.

Sheila bowed her head, "Your words are too kind-"

"I'm not done." He spoke firmly, matter-of-factly. However, he didn't rush to continue, instead he wandered around the equipment, looking at the rows of golden bows and armor before spinning around. "I want you to teach me archery."

Taken aback, she frowned. "Excuse me, Exalted? T- Teach you?"

Lucifer nodded and walked back to the bench. "That is what I said, yes." His gold eyes locked with her blue and he held her gaze as he picked up the object he must have dropped before.

Sheila never had the opportunity to see an Archangel's weapon up close, much less a Throne’s, much less a Seraph's, but in the Morning Star's hands was a beautiful bow, golden and bright. Around the limbs the likes of a snake coiled around and at the tips the Seraph's crest held the string in place. The bow barely looked touched, but the gold seemed warm and powerful. It was stunning to say the least.

The voice of the Morning Star snapped her back into reality.

"None of the Archangels or Thrones specialize in archery, so I'm asking you: teach me."

She stared at him, she was just a little taller than him, yet she was the one that felt leagues smaller. She shook her head. "I've never had an apprentice."

"I'm aware."

"I don’t have time."

"I spoke with Uriel, your training time will be moved to be spent with me, should you accept."

"I... I've never taught anyone. I can't teach you the same way as the Princes Michael or Gabriel, I don’t fight like them."

His eyes seem to come alight, the corners of his mouth rose. He was... enjoying this. "Sheila, I've been trained by the Archangels all my life, none of them fight the same, or teach the same. They work well together because each of them knows each other's fighting style, when one will be exposed, when one will throw something, when Uriel will explode." He smirked, "That’s how they work. They've got each other figured out and thus they've got me figured out." He paused and looked down at his bow. "I don’t want to rely on my siblings’ fighting ability, I want to provide them with a challenge- I want to better themselves and me. I want to stand on my own." He looked back up at her like he momentarily forgot she was there. "Anyway... it isn't about ability, it's about will. So, will you teach me?"

She went quiet. Not that there was much to think about; when God's favored son asks something of you it must be done... but it was fun making him wait. She released her pink hair from her bun and sighed.

"It'll be difficult."

Lucifer laughed, his voice surprisingly joyous. "Making sure Jophiel is on time is difficult, I can handle this."

"I won't go easy on you."

Lucifer nodded once. "Good." Then, "I knew you had an ego."

"What?"

"An ego... thinking that you'll continue being the best archer in Heaven." He waved and started walking away, having gotten what he wanted.

"We will see," Sheila whispered as he turned the corner and left.

__**--_--**__

"How long do we have?"

"Until Gabriel comes to get me."

Sheila nodded and wordlessly started to fit the Morning Star with a chest guard and gloves. He passively moved when she tapped him or spun him around.

"You need to move the knot to the back." She said, indicating the gold sash around his waist, then turned her back to gather her bow and the necessary training equipment. She had her back turned too long it seemed, because Lucifer called her name, rather sharply.

"Yes, Exultant?" She turned.

There was a moment's pause before he rolled his eyes, "My name is Lucifer. Use it or don’t."

"Uh... alright." She walked back with the equipment.

"I can guarantee you none of us, that is, the Archangels and me, like to be called 'Princes' or whatever. Only members of the upper council prefer for others to use their titles."

Sheila thought about this for a moment as she gave him a practice bow. "That doesn't seem to stop you from calling the court members out by name."

"Naturally, I outrank them. By a lot," Lucifer said without missing a beat.

Sheila laughed briefly. "Now who's the one with the ego?"

"Whatever, tell me what to do."

Sheila had set up basic targets on the ground for Lucifer to practice aiming with. Scattered like bread crumbs, small blocks led up to an actual target against the far wall of the training room and stemmed from a marked box on the ground. She wanted to start easy on the first day, some basic accuracy practice should be fine and, depending on the Morning Star, she might be set for a few more sessions.

She pulled Lucifer to the painted box. "We'll start off with the basics."

"A good place to start. Ow!" Sheila pinched his arm.

"No more talking, Ego." Lucifer nodded. "You need a firm base, stand like this- no don’t bend your legs— keep your back straight and look at the target. You're going to be pulling a taut string parallel to your body, what good would it do if you messed up the draw?"

Lucifer listened quietly to everything she said, taking mental notes when she pointed out something important or corrected her own information.

"Now, pretend like you have a bow in your hand. Hold it up, hold it steady." She stood almost flush against his body, arm out with his, her words soft. Guiding him, she brought their hands up and slowly pulled back on an imaginary string, they were almost cheek to cheek as they stared intently on the far-off target. "Imagine the weight of the bow in your hand, and the arrow in the other, look at your target, and when you feel the time is right... let the arrow fly." She stood for a moment and released her arrow from his imaginary bow and relaxed. He, on the other hand, held still for a few moments, memorizing exactly what it felt like, before letting his go and dropping his hands.

"You love archery, don’t you?" Lucifer looked up at her.

"I do. It’s more than ‘pull the string, hit the target.’ It’s power and confidence as well as constant and relaxing." She smiled and grabbed his temporary bow. "It's... something I think I was made to do."

Lucifer nodded as if he understood, but still was missing a piece. “I can see it in your eyes, exactly what you said; power, confidence, constant, relaxing.”

Sheila didn’t know how to respond to this, so she handed the bow to him and let him feel the weight.

“I imagine it’s lighter than your bow, but it’s where we will start. Do the same thing again.”

He did, step by step. He looked like an archer, gaze steady, body like a statue… only… “Here,” Sheila moved around to his back. “Relax, your shoulders look so tense.” She touched his back and with her light touch, his shoulders slowly lowered. There, now he looked like an archer.

“Ok, think about the arrow in between your fingers.”

“There’s not- ow. Ok.” Lucifer sighed and summoned an arrow with relative ease, it was her style of arrow.

“Hm. Nice choice.” He ignored her. “… Whenever you’re ready, aim for the target.”

He silently went through the checklist again, making sure to relax his shoulders. Just when she thought he was going to let go, she put her hands on him again and leaned down.

“Why are you doing this?” She spoke under her breath.

“I want to stand on my own.” He let go of the arrow.

And missed.

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They spent the rest of the time going through drawbacks and aiming for the targets at close range. By the time Gabriel popped in, hundreds of broken arrows littered the ground-- only a few sticking into targets.

“It’s harder than it looks, Gabriel.” Was all he said as he cleaned up his mess. Afterwards Sheila was left alone to replace equipment and practice on her own.

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A few sessions past and he still was only able to hit the targets on the ground, however, the Princes Michael, Gabriel and Uriel were determined to watch their baby brother train. He tried to ignore them and practice as normal, but their voices echoed around the usually quiet arena, disrupting their usual environment. Sheila could understand his uneasiness.

So far, he had been lucky to hit a target each time, but he was taking his time and, when he talked to his brothers the cycle had to start anew. Sheila tried her best not to look too annoyed… but eventually she slid her way in between the Princes and her apprentice which inspired the onlookers to sit and wait by the sidelines.

“Nice one, Ego.” he rolled his eyes.

“You’re welcome. Now-”

“I know- rela- ow. Would you stop pinching me?”

“Not until you show them what you got, Ego.” Sheila pinched him again. Lucifer sighed and readied his bow again, aiming for the next ground target. “No, aim for the actual target this time.”

He glanced over to her uncertain, and then corrected his aim.

He looked as if he was going to hold that pose forever just like the statues that lined the hallways of Heaven. Watching this for the thousandth time that day, Sheila finally understood why she felt so aggravated; he was acting different. The way he looked so stoic. The way he had barely spoken a word to her, and even then, it was not the usual banter they engaged in. Sheila spoke up again.

“Why are you doing this?” She asked.

“I told you- ow!”

“Seriously now… why are you doing this-- you’re not a natural at this like I am, you’re not that good in general. Your brothers adore you and frankly you have nothing to prove. So why are you doing this. Why subjugate yourself to this trial? It looks like it's actually hurting you.”

Sheila wondered if one of the Princes was going to scold her for talking to the Morning Star this way, for, the room grew quiet. Lucifer lowered his bow and head as he thought. Then he looked straight up at her, his gold eyes seemed to gleam in tandem to the bow he held. He smiled.

“Cus you're right, it's power, and sustainability it's- it's..." He sighed. "I like it.”

She turned away from him, flipping the loose strains of hair over her shoulder. “Then act like it, Ego.”

He rolled his eyes and raised his bow again, aiming straight for the target. His eyes gleamed still, and a smile creeped out when he let go of his arrow. It flew from his fingers and hit the target.

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The arrow flew and split the other arrow, already on the bull’s eyes, down the middle. He continued to run through the course a second and third time, going faster, moving in new ways, showing off.

Sheila had been training him for a long while, he would have been with her daily if he didn’t have other work or a new sister to show around. Unsurprisingly, he excelled exponentially, moving from stationary targets, to moving, to where they were both moving, to the course with almost no difficulty. After the first public viewing for his brothers, more and more people began to stop by and watch the great Seraph train. They all thought he was a natural and that the complex and dancer like quality of his moves were instinct. Sometimes they were, as Sheila found out. Training with his brothers and sister gave him an edge and, no one could challenge Lucifer's natural strength and speed.

It went unspoken; the passing of the torch. Many people still considered Sheila the best archer, completely separating Lucifer and her—not that she could blame them, technically they were leagues apart—but Sheila knew the truth as soon as she saw his face when he hit his first bull's eye; he would never stop. Sheila knew it as he picked up his own bow, golden and encompassed by the body of a snake, in all its glory, Sheila knew as soon as he drew the string back to shoot for the first time with his Father's bow. She could never match his passion. She was okay with that.

Lucifer did a back flip and fired one last arrow at the target across the training arena, hitting it with superb accuracy, then landing on his feet right next to his coach.

As the crowd shouted their approval, the two stood in silence, then, she scoffed.

"Ego." She said and punched his shoulder.

__**--_--**__

The hospital was not a place Lucifer liked to frequent, but still found himself around anyway. The place smelled unnatural and the medic angels felt no need to announce their arrival room to room. Still, it was a part of his 'civic duty' and, he did enjoy talking with Raphael and his personal assistants. Sometimes.

He found himself doing some of Gabriel's tasks—delivering assignments, summons, etc. to the patients or the head medic himself—just because he was there so often and might as well help Gabriel whenever possible. Out of all the messages he had to deliver, he hated delivering to Uriel's troops the most; they always said the same thing.

"I regret to inform you, but your position in the army has been revoked until further notice. All previous activities will be halted, and all equipment must be returned. You have served the Holy Army of Heaven with the utmost grace and zeal, we thank you... Sheila, 4th captain of Uriel's squadron, personal Tutor to the Morning Star." Lucifer sighed. The formatted note never included the person's rank or any extra information so every time he added it on to help the message sound less formulaic. Less like it wasn't the most common sentence to give an angel.

Raphael shifted some papers on the other side of the small hospital room, this wasn't the first time he had heard this exact message, nor would it be the last time. But it didn't prepare him for the volatile reactions the patients had.

Lucifer knew how much his brother disliked this awfully casual exchange. "Raphael, will you give me a moment with the patient?"

"Oh uh... of course," the relief was visible in his face, "I'll be a few rooms down if you need me." He nodded and passed by Lucifer.

Sheila, who was silent though this whole exchange, finally unclenched her jaw. "I'm surprised you didn't come earlier." She was laying down on the bed with her hair uncharacteristically loose by her shoulders, a part of the pink burned black. Thick layers of brown and red bandages were wrapped around her head, but they didn’t cover all the cysts and exposed tissue on her face.

"I'm a busy person." Lucifer shrugged and sat down in a chair next to the bed.

Sheila let out a brief laugh, Lucifer could tell it was the first time she had smiled in a while. "There you go again, Ego."

"Oh, I'm the one with the ego? You're the one who thought she could jump right in and fight alongside Uriel again." He had meant that as a joke, but as soon as his name was said, Sheila's face turned. "I realize that was... distasteful..."

She slowly reached over, lightly touching his face before pinching his cheek. He flicked her hand away. "Ow."

"It was..." She settled down again, wincing from the pain. "Why are you here?"

"You were my teacher, I think I'm obligated to visit."

"You know you surpassed me a long time ago, we both agreed that I was no longer your teacher. Plus, I hear your voice all the time in the hallway- but this is the first time you've stopped by. " she spoke frankly, her voice monotone.

He hesitated to reply, instead he laid his head in his arms on the bed. He stared out the door with a blank stare.

"Ipos has been talking about you-"

"Who?"

"Uhh... that guy, deep voice... obnoxiously proper, really easy to talk to..."

"Oh yeah... him. Yeah, he's been here... a few times."

"Yeah. He's been talking with me-"

"Just get to the point." She snapped, tired and sick of constantly avoiding matters at hand.

"We can't wait for you." There was a moment of silence, then quieter, "We can't wait for anyone."

Sheila shifted and placed her hand tentatively on his arm. The air was unusually stiff between them. He had been keeping an eye on all of the injured that he thought would ally with him and tried to arrange something, so they could leave along with the group... but many, like Sheila, were too unstable and in need of medical attention to leave.

"I've been meaning to ask. Why... why are you-"

"Why am I leading an exodus from Heaven?"

Sheila sighed. "Yeah."

Lucifer had spent a lot thinking about this. The easiest thing to say would be that he hated humans, hated that they had to serve them absolutely, hated the way the council was so strict, hated the way everyone followed so blindly... but there was more to it. So many things had changed that he felt he had no control over, the creations of humans and the garden certainly, but his siblings distancing themselves, the various revolts, the constant tension permeating the air... the increasing feeling that he's had inside himself.

"I think I was... meant to do this." He had never said that out loud. The only question was 'why?' But he didn’t really want the answer to that.

Sheila seemed to understand, she nodded slowly.

"Are you scared?" She asked.

Scared? He wasn't sure... there were so many possibilities. Even if he came up with a third or fourth plan, he could never account for all the things bound to go wrong. He spoke about his worries with Ipos many times and found himself repeating 'be flexible' over and over but at the end of the day-

"Relax," Sheila's voice cut through the silence. "Ask yourself; what is the best and worst that could happen?" She had said that exact phrase many times before when they practiced together.

"Best?" He never thought about the best outcome, "I- I guess... the formation of a recognized independent state? A peaceful exodus where no one gets hurt, where I... I don’t-"

"Where you don’t have to fight your siblings."

"It's not realistic in the slightest."

"But that’s what you want."

He didn't respond, instead he thought about the other scenario. The worst that could happen... he didn't like thinking about it...

"I asked Ipos and a few others what they thought the worst outcome was... they all said the same thing, that everyone would end up dead, but... I think that you would agree; there is something worse than everyone's death."

Sheila slowly nodded. "Loss. You're afraid everyone else will die and leave you alone."

"Alone, excommunicated, isolated, possibly mutilated, possibly trapped, worthless."

"Hm... your ego is really shining through now."

He sat up. "It could happen."

"That everyone will die? Hardly. You've never seen some of my guys run away scared shitless by U- you know."

They both laughed solemnly until Sheila gasped and grabbed her head. Her whole body tensed up and her face contorted. Lucifer jumped up, but before he could leave to get Raphael, she grabbed his arm.

"Wait... wait--" she took some more raspy breaths, "Have faith in us... you're not alone, I promise..." She grinned through the pain, "Besides, if everyone does dies... I'll still be here." She squeezed his hand and then let go.

Lucifer scoffed and began to leave, but he stopped at the door. "Stay safe, Sheila."

"Goodbye, Leader."

__**--_--**__

The morning sun was just below the horizon, but unsurprisingly, Lucifer was not the only one on the street. He was, however, the only one who wasn’t awake to go to the market or do chores. As young as he made himself look, he wondered if someone was going to ask why he was looking for the new pub that had opened in the last year.

Luckily no one seemed to give a shit. Not that he gave a shit, just that it meant he didn't have to hold conversation with a 10-year-old or something.

This new pub was near the outskirts of town on a back street, but according to his few sources, it was rather popular. Looking at it, it was nicely kept, with a new sign and a newly renovated roof, some flowers set out front and, there were a few railings to tie up potential horses. Just as he expected, the pub blended in with the rest of the town.

He had always admired Ipos's entrepreneurship and subtlety when it came to his establishments; gain a profit off human's faults while also providing a center for the fallen and an information hub. Could be considered brilliant. Lucifer walked passed the 'closed' sign and casually went inside, his entrance made apparent by the ringing of a tiny bell above the door.

The air was warm and certainly smelled like booze, however everything was straightened up and the fire had long gone out, it looked almost surreal in the light blue glow coming from the windows. He walked in further, observing how clean everything was; the rows of colored bottles on the shelves, the decorations that were at once exotic and fitting; emasculate, stylish. Not quite his taste though.

Lucifer made his way to the bar but before he got there, a loud thud sounded from the back room and then the door burst open and a woman stepped out shouting.

"Whoever the hell is in here better leave right now, the Pub is fuckin' closed-- if ya can't read." She worked at tying her bonnet around her head as she stepped out into the pub "Don’t even think about pullin' one on me, I swear to god above." When she finished she looked straight ahead, as if she was shouting in no particular direction. Lucifer watched her for a moment and suddenly the pieces fit together as a single lock of pink hair tumbled out from her bonnet. He smirked.

"Relax, ego, It's me."

Sheila turned her head in the direction of his voice, but there was no more annoyance strained on her face, just confusion.

Just then another body walked out of the back door, the broad-shouldered brute he had expected to greet. Ipos briefly acknowledged the tiny woman in front of him, and then looked to where she was facing.

"Lucifer?" Ipos took a step forward and laughed. "What the hell are you doin' here in the mornin'?" He had a thick accent that made Lucifer physically recoil. Ipos laughed again.

Meanwhile, Sheila frowned. "You got a lot of nerve, Leader, I thought you were some delinquent here to fuck with me."

Ipos paused where he was and looked from Sheila to Lucifer, shocked to the tone that she had taken towards him. Lucifer waved him off and walked over to join them.

"Nice to see you too, Sheila. I wasn't aware that you two could be found together."

Sheila rolled her eyes and leaned against a support column.

"We met not that long ago," Ipos answered, "We... struck a deal of some sorts. I didn't know that you two were already acquainted."

"Of course, given our shared set of skills." Lucifer said. Ipos stared at both of them, clueless. "... you don’t know?"

"We met only a few years ago, I'm not going to tell him everything about my past, Leader. It's not relevant." She waved him off.

"I think it would come up in conversation eventually."

"What would?" Ipos leaned in closer to Sheila.

There was a moment of silence before Sheila crossed her arms, lips locked.

Lucifer spoke up, "You really haven't shown him?"

"Why would I? I haven't even touched a piece of equipment after I left the hospital in Heaven."

"Not even to see what you could still do?"

"What could I do, Lucifer! I'm blind! No one in their right mind would ever lend me a bow unless they wanted to laugh in my face about it!" She shouted, throwing her hands in the air.

She spun around to retreat but ran into Ipos's chest. In one fluid motion Lucifer grabbed her arm and pulled her over his shoulder, she protested and flailed uselessly.

"I'm going to borrow her," Lucifer said and started for the entrance.

Ipos nodded, "Have fun."

"Wha- What Ipos?"

"Be right back." Lucifer raised his voice over hers.

Ipos waved as they exited the establishment.

Lucifer walked down the street with a struggling Sheila over his shoulder, obstinately silent. If Sheila were anyone else, she might have felt fearful, but alas, she was used to his brand of silence.

"Where are you taking me?" She kicked his side.

"Relax, Ego- just up the street." He jostled her a bit, "Stop struggling- your bonnet's gonna fall."

"Shut up. Put me down."

"No."

"You're annoying."

"You are too."

Sheila settled down just as Lucifer slid her off his shoulders and onto the street. He spun her around to face the way they came and shoved a bow in her hands.

"What the fuck are you doing- I don’t want-"

Lucifer grabbed her shoulders and held her in place. "You mean to tell me just because you can't see you can't shoot? Come on, Sheila, I know you better than that. There was once a time where you could shoot ten bullseyes in a row with your eyes closed. I know you can do this. It’s what you love to do."

"That was in Heaven, Leader. That was millennia ago, that was when I could see. I need to see what I'm shooting in order to shoot! How hard is that to understand! Now let go of me!" Sheila pushed away from him with no avail.

"Then let me be your eyes."

Sheila paused mid struggle. "What... did you say?"

Lucifer didn't say anything for a long time, when he did his voice was low, "The target is 274.78 … make that .84 meters, 6.8 meters above the ground, straight shot, wind is .4 mph to the south east, no obstructions in the way, we are about half a meter up."

"Wait... hold on-"

"Do you want me to repeat myself?"

Sheila stood in frustrated silence, finally, after a minute she sighed and shoved him off her. She lifted the bow, hesitantly feeling the weight of it, tracing her finger up and down the arms like it was a delicate thing she would never touch again. She sighed, her face revealing the slightest hint of sorrow. Then, she glared in his general direction and drew the bow.

"You said... 274.84 meters away, 6.3 meters up, straight shot, no obstructions, wind..."

".4 mph to the south east." They said simultaneously.

Sheila tested the draw a few times before setting the bow between her legs and throwing of her bonnet, her pink hair fell in a loose bun. She picked the bow back up and drew it all the way. The bow felt so comfortably familiar to her, she knew it couldn't be the golden bows used in Heaven's arsenal, but it could have fooled her.

"I'll entertain you once, Leader, but no more." She spoke quietly, "Repeat what you said."

He did. She tilted her bow up, then lowered it a bit and then... held it.

For a few moments the world held its breath, finally a golden arrow, distinctly her style, appeared and shot out of the bow. Sheila's entire body let go as she breathed out. Lucifer recognized that exact feeling. For a second, both of them reveled in that solidary sensation, neither wanting to admit that they longed for it. It's been too long since he used a bow too.

Without waiting, she marched back down the road, Lucifer watched her go, watched her trip over some uneven bricks in the road, then followed.

"What?" Sheila said after hearing her leader fall beside her, "No comment?"

"No, you'll see- I mean- Ipos will say something about it."

"Won't even tell me if I hit your target?"

"Do you care?"

"No... not really." She really didn’t, the feel of the bow in her hand, the power of the draw, the moment of release... it was enough for her. She sighed and reached out to hit him.

"Ow- Ego."

"I'll do it again, Ego."

They walked the rest of the way in silence, meeting Ipos at the entrance to the pub, he was looking up at his sign and then he saw the two. His eyes immediately went to the bow in his partner's hand. Something clicked, and the corners of his mouth rose.

"I knew you didn't like the sign, but I think this is a little far, don’t you?"

Sheila tilted her head, "What do you mean? Where did I hit it?"

Ipos looked between Lucifer and Sheila for a moment, and then laughed. "Sheila... You dotted the 'I' perfectly. Don’t know how ya did it, but I have to say... that’s really impressive."

Sheila flipped her loose strands of hair over her shoulder and walked into the pub, "I know."

The two men watched her go inside.

Lucifer shrugged, "Told you, she's got an ego."

#satan and me #thisiskindagross #My writing #Bruh 12 pages @me why #this is gonna be the last one for a while #im all outta juice #yeehaw

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interlunium-opus · 3 years ago

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Enhypen as your Best Friend: Jake edition

Is so kind, caring and selfless that he makes you feel like the spawn of evil or something.

“Jake, what the hell? You have all these cards, you could have won instead!” You shriek when you flip his cards over and discovered that he had enough +4 UNO card to flip the game over.

“Yeah, but you’d have to pick up like 20 extra cards,” he shrugs, picking up the cards to reorganize them.

“So?”

“Well, I don’t want to do that,” he mumbles before shooting you his signature megawatt smile, “Not to you at least. 10/10 would do it to Ni-Ki though.”

Always keep you at the forefront of his mind.

When he’s at the coffee shop: “Oh, I bet she hasn’t had her coffee yet,” and then he goes on to order you your usual.

When he’s at the bakery: “Oh, I bet she hasn’t had her lunch yet — gotta get her something,” and then he goes on to buy a selection of your favorite pastries.

When he’s shopping, “Oh, she really loves clothes like this — I’ll just get it for her.”

When he passes by a bookstore, “Oh, that’s the kind of book she likes,” then he quickly disappears into the bookstore to get it for you.

“What are you? Her mum?” Sunghoon would often complain as he is always the one being made to wait while Jake is busy getting you stuffs.

Quality time with him would consist of activities like baking nights; picnics; volunteer sessions and so on. Being the selfless lad he is though, he’d always take it upon himself to do the majority of the hard work (though he’ll slot in a chance to brag about himself in between especially if it concerns his strength or skills).

“Oh gosh, this is why restaurants and bakeries exists,” you complain as you rolled the dough for the umpteenth time.

“Let me,” he set down the cream he was mixing, offering to take over.

“Dude, no — you’re more exhausted than I am from your soccer practice, I have absolutely no right to compl-“

“Aww don’t worry about it. You’ve been studying all night too,” he assures, pulling a chair and beckoning you to sit down instead, “besides, I have the strength of like a hundred men so yknow things like these are peanuts for me,” he snickers.

Boi is flirty as heck though. Thank God, you have ice in your veins. Otherwise, you’d be catching feelings quicker than you can spell out his name.

“Do you want anything?” He asks as you guys stand in line at Starbucks.

You shook your head, “Nah, not a fan. I like Coffee Bean better.”

"Oh we can stop by later then," he suggests.

"It's fine Jake, we've already passed it by earlier."

Then suddenly after disappearing for some 15 minutes to allegedly take a call outside, Jake returned, oddly out of breath, with a Coffee Bean paper bag, filled with your usual coffee order.

“Dude! Coffee Bean is like what almost 8 minutes away by walk?! That's like a 16 minute return-trip or something...”

“Less if you run," he winks, “Come on, for you — anything."

Then as per his habits, he’d bite his lips as he grins.

Or that other time, during one of your baking nights:

“You know if you’re tired you can always cancel our baking night right?” You suggest as you unlock the door to your apartment.

“No way — it’s like our weekly ritual. Also it’s like therapeutic for me, a respite from all those rowdy boys at home; rowdy boys at practice and my hectic lifestyle,” he posits, placing the groceries, which he had insisted to carry, up onto your kitchen counter, “unless of course you’re tired? Then of course we can-“

“Never as tired as you’re supposed to be though — if you say so, then sure.”

“Aww,” he coos, “Seriously, if you’re tired, I’ll take over tonight.”

“No way, you’re always taking up my share of work, I feel like a freeloader.”

“Oh come on, freeloading is when it’s one-sided. We aren’t like that.”

“You must really like baking huh?”

“I mean yeah but actually, it’s not the baking per se that I love the most from our baking nights,” Jake murmurs as he help you unpack the groceries, “it’s being with you that I love the most. That’s the therapeutic part, you; making things together with you; making things for you; —“

You stopped unpacking and stare up at him, wondering what have you done so far to even deserve Jake. He stares back at you, beaming widely, “basically you.” ((Yeah he bit his lips after that))

As if there’s gravity, his hands are somewhat always on you whether it is an arm over your shoulders; his hand holding yours whenever you guys cross the road; his hand reaching yours whenever you just put a hand up to wave at him in the hallway; all the tackle hugs he does whenever he sees you; resting his head against your shoulders; and the list goes on (nothing you’re uncomfortable with though). No wonder the girls are always shooting glares at you — he’s always acting as if you guys are dating.

“Gosh, get a room!” Jay would always scream whenever he's around you two and Jake starts to get all clingy and handsy.

A good exemplary student but for you, just for you, he can make some sort of light concession. For instance, if you doze off in class, he’d cover your back.

“Oh crap, I dozed off didnt I?”

“A bit,” Jake whispers back, “Go back to sleep, I’ll wake you up once he starts moving around the hall,” he winks.

“Nah I shouldn’t, I’ve already missed out a whole page of notes,” you sigh when suddenly Jake pushes his book towards you, “Got you covered girl, don’t worry. Just get another 5 minutes of shut-eye alright? I know you pulled up an all-nighter last night.”

“I wish you’re as lenient to me as you to her,” Ni-Ki grumbles beside him.

Jake scoffs, “Nah not you bruh — you deserve being found out when you’re napping when all you do at night is playing games with Heeseung.”

Would excitedly wave at you, or send a flying kiss at you if he feels daring, during his soccer matches whenever he spots you in the crowd.

Playfully competitive in a very annoying way. “Hey, bet you can’t run faster than I can..." / “Hey, bet you can’t finish the homework within an hour..." / "Hey, bet you can’t squat more than I do...” — it’s ok though, you thought, ‘cus no human is perfect, he has to have a flaw especially when his selflessness is inhumanely off the charts.

Your study buddy! You guys are always either in the library, the class or at each other’s places — mostly to study (if you guys aren’t having your non-study-related quality time, that is). Of course, he’d get competitive eventually, “hey, bet you can’t solve question 12! I got it in just what 3 minutes?”

Boi is a coward but he would brave through anything for you (at least *try* to). That's how everyone knows you're his soft spot.

"Jake, you hate horror movies.”

“But you love the Conjuring series”

“Yeah, but I can just watch it alone. You don’t need to accompany me to the theatre for this.”

“Nah, why would I do that to you? Come on have some faith in me — horror movies are nothing.”

and then you found out from a trusted informant (Jungwon) that Jake couldnt sleep without the lights on for 1 week straight after that.

#enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen jake #enhypen jake imagines #enhypen scenarios #kpop scenarios #enhypen fluff #jake sim #enhypen drabbles #enhypen jake scenarios

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adorethedistance · 4 years ago

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My Joy - Artist!Reader x Alive!Luke Patterson

JATP masterlist

Warnings: I can’t think of any potential triggers, it’s platonic and romantic fluff. If you find something triggering please let me know and I’ll add it!

Words: 1217

Summary: While Luke works on a new song, you hustle to finish an oil painting that’s due the following day. To follow the prompt of ‘joy’ you attempt to picture all your best friends in oils.

“Bruh,” I curse, using the tip of my littlest finger to dab the smudge of brown paint off of my canvas. Mess up after mess up, any and all sense of patience is starting to waver. This piece is due in 12 hours and I just can’t seem to get it right. What am I doing wrong?

“What’s wrong?” Luke says from across the room, sensing my less than subtle frustration.

“I messed up Julie’s hair.” Oil paints are a blessing and a curse. Working wet paint into wet paint makes for a nicer finishing texture, but putting brown into white is a hard mistake to fix. “Remind me again why I took AP art?”

“Because you’re amazingly talented and you need the college credit?” I lift my eyes from the canvas to see Luke sticking his tongue out at me, and then turning back to his journal.

“Whatever.”

“Don’t ‘whatever’ me! I’m just answering your question,” he teases before holding the cap of his ballpoint pen in his mouth. For the past two hours, it’s just been me and Luke out here in Julie’s mom’s studio. He’s been writing lyrics and playing with melodies on his trusty acoustic, and I’ve been trying to capture the band’s essence in a 11”x18” oil painting. It’s comforting, the sound of his gentle strumming and mindless singing under his breath. His concentration face of switching between furrowed and then lifted brows, and his ever twitching lips have been distracting me for the better half of an hour. So I wanted to make sure I got his hair color right and may have been using him as a live model, sue me!

“How’s the song coming?” I ask, cracking my back and looking away from the canvas.

“I’m not going to enable your procrastination, Y/n.” The audacity of this boy.

“You play two shows at the Orpheum and suddenly you’re too good to be your girlfriend’s distraction!” I tease, earning an eye roll from the boy across the room. “I’m basically done anyways. Humor me guitar boy,” I set my used brush into the murky cup of water to my right. Luke fake glares at me before looking back down to his journal page. Making sure he’s got the right key, he strums three different chords before taking a measured breath.

“Her face belongs in a gallery.

Does she even know what she means to me?

How am I to face her? To tell her?

That she, is all, I see.

There’re so many words that go unsaid.

All these thoughts stay in my head.

They could fill a million pages

As the light of you withstands the test of ages,” He trails off with one last strum, and then chokes the strings with his left hand. Looking at the top of the page, in the margin of his song book is my name, doodled in bold.

“Luke-”

“I know, it’s rough I just have to work out all the syllables and shit but I think the melody is really pretty.”

“No, I just- wow.” He laughs smugly and shyly all at once.

“Well, you’re the inspiration so it’s all thanks to you.” Tugging his bottom lip in between his teeth, and smiling at me from behind the six string. “Can I see what you’ve been working on?” I hesitate a moment. Luke always tells me my pieces are perfect and ‘better than he could ever do’ but that doesn’t change the fact that I’m shy about my work. My art doesn’t often turn out the way I’d like it to, so I tend to keep my audiences to a minimum.

Then I remember the song he’s just shared with me. He was willing to sing about how he thinks of me, the least I could do is show him my painting. I mean, it is of him for one.

“Yeah,” I nod softly and then stand from ‘his’ couch we’d been sitting on. Luke fishes the guitar strap over the top of his head, and then allows me to lead him to my piece. As I turn to lead him to my easel, he slips his warm, calloused hand into mine and follows patiently behind me. A small gesture that will forever make my heart flutter.

“Okay, before I show you, we’re doing critiques in class tomorrow, so if it’s bad, say something now before it’s too late.” I’m rambling to cope with the nerves. I’ve sketched the band before but I’ve never put them into paint.

“Ta-da,” I sing in a hushed vibrato, and then quickly look between the canvas and Luke’s face, gauging his reaction. His smile drops completely, and wonder pools in his kind, doe eyes.

“Y/n.”

“Is it okay?”

“This is incredible.”

“You don’t think I’ll get bullied during critiques?” He laughs at my question which breaks his trance. There’s still a sense of amazement in his face.

“Come here you dork,” he smiles and pulls me into a hug from behind. His arms wrap around my shoulders, and his head is resting on top of mine.

“You are the best artist I’ve ever met.” Luke kisses the top of my head, taking in my scent, committing it to memory.

“I’m the only artist you’ve ever met.”

“The compliment still stands,” he says defensively, lowering his face to press against the side of mine.

“I might actually hang this one up somewhere,” I bring my hands up to grab onto Luke’s arms resting across my torso. The longer I look, the more mistakes I find, but I can't seem to bring myself to care. I love my subject matter and no matter how my technique improves, these guys are too perfect for me to ever capture. And I’m okay with that.

“What’s going on here?” Reggie speaks on behalf of the rest of the band. Julie and Alex follow suit, curiously stepping into the now visual and performing arts studio, courtesy of me spending all my free time here.

“Y/n painted that picture of us from dinner after the Orpheum... the second time,” he clarifies, inviting them in.

“That turned out amazing Y/n, I love that you kept the waiter in,” Julie takes in the image.

“He gave the picture character. It’d be wrong to take him out of it,” Luke laces his statement with sarcasm which earns a scoff from me.

“After peer review tomorrow, I wanna frame it but I don’t know where,” I ponder the various rooms of my house that have open wall space. The color palette isn’t really complimentary to any of the rooms in my house so maybe-

“You should frame it here, that is, if you want to,” Alex offers. I see right through his generosity and smile at his hinting.

“I think the studio is a perfect place for this piece,” Julie, the actual resident of the property, agrees and begins to scan the room for empty wall space. Then, I hear Reggie speak up,

“What made you want to paint us?”

“Well… our prompt was joy, so I almost did a self portrait of me painting, since that’s where I feel my joy. But then I realized I should picture what brings me the most joy in life, and... that’s you guys.”

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A/N: I had no homework this week and forced my mom to watch the show. Then I realized how much I loved the JJ x artist reader rabbles I came across and HAD to do one for Luke! Inspiration for these characters is hitting and if I don’t have a massive workload, I’ll probably write more during the week. Would y’all want more Luke and/or Charlie content or potentially an Alex x male!reader fic?

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