#Dai Lu Wa

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Cdrama: Take Me Where the Clouds Rise (2024?)

网剧 《云起时 (Yun Qi Shi)》 首支预告 (Teaser)

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Lost You Forever 长相思 第一季 (2023)

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Little drawings I did on my vacation because period cramps kept me from doing anything 😙

[eigwayne]

I have watched Tomb of the Sea three times and read the Shahai novel once in whole and twice in parts. And I still forget names. Names of major players. Names that I am embarrassed to have slipped my mind.

So don’t ever feel bad for your shitty memories, friends and neighbors and gentle readers. Because I just spaced on Su Nan’s name, and on the same day I remembered Zhang Weiwei.

I’m sorry, queen. If I had a daimi card, I would hand it in.

[ma1dita]

star crossing

a 'partners in crime' installment - luke castellan x dionysus!reader

words: 4k

summary: (established relationship) The one where both your dreams come to life for a night (crossing the stars for love is easier said than done) (Luke Castellan x fem!Dionysus!reader)

a/n: welcome back trouble!verse :) as always feel free to ask about lore, especially with the dreams they have at the end of the chapter that depict different greek legends. (esp: hero and leander, dionysus and ariadne, cleopatra and antony if you need a quick google search!) enjoy! continuing monster mash and studying tonight

posted: 10/25/24

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It was most definitely past your bedtime.

Checking the time on your watch and kicking off your boots at the bottom of the stairs, you yawn as exhaustion pulls you up the wooden steps like strings for a marionette. 

1:11 am.

A sidelong glance at the twins’ closed doors and the beautiful, sweet sound of silence greets your swaying form; that’s how you know your day as Camp Half-Blood’s head counselor is finally over. The door to your bedroom is wide open, wood creaking beneath your bare feet as your eyes fall upon the scene before you.

And Luke really, really tried to stay up and wait for you.

“Baby, you still awake?”

The sound of your laughter echoes in the quiet of your bedroom along with the soft twinkle of light that filters in through the linen curtains that dance across your window. To complete the ethereal picture is your love in human form, conked out against the floral bedspread like a chalk outline from a murder scene. You stifle your snorts behind a clenched fist, bending down to his winged shoes that hang off the bed, fluttering a hello to you at the brush of fingertips as you whisper, “Maia.” Even they get to fall asleep before you, closing in on themselves and thudding to the floor when you loosen the laces. 

Luke has his cheek stuck between the pages of your weathered copy of Pride and Prejudice—chapter 60, where Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth talk about how they fell in love. You pluck it from his grasp with nimble fingers as you bookmark his page and toss it onto your nightstand. Even watching him sleep has you bubbling with devotion for this boy, and what better way to admit that than to let him know you’ve come home? He still doesn’t stir, even as your knees bump along the sides of his body when you climb over him, slowly sinking into the soft of your mattress and the firm of his midsection. You’ve mounted him like one does a horse, observing his eyes moving under the delicate skin of his lids. 

Usually, this works wonders for Luke Castellan, hero, yes—but first and foremost a teenage boy who gets excited when you even look at him the wrong way (There is no wrong way).

“Mm. Mr. Darcy…” you tease, leaning over him and pressing a kiss to his jaw, then nudging his scar with your thumb as he smiles against it. There’s no question needed, he knows you by touch alone, down to the star stuff you’re made of—with the way his hands feel cosmic against your skin as they slip under your shirt and pull you down into the only fights you like partaking in, of lips and love. You’re smiling hot against his mouth, the kiss of life reviving him even as your teeth clink together sounding like a symphony against the laughter lining the beats of your hearts—so close but not close enough. 

Never close enough.

“Been waiting for you,” he gruffs, tugging at your bottom lip as he kisses you quickly once more. His voice is heavy with sleep, crackling like an open flame. Luke pushes away the hair that drapes against the shape of your face with one hand, the other resting comfortably around your hip, and you sigh. It’s easier to breathe when he’s near, and the weight of the world feels a little less oppressive as you look down at him—drowsy with sleep and a bit drunk on loving you too much for his own good.

“Sorry, Lu. M’gonna change and then we cuddle?”

He nods, watching your body lift off of him and already missing you as you walk across the room. The sounds that come with your night routine are like ASMR to his sleepy consciousness—hearing the rush of water in the shower, the soft sound of you humming to keep yourself awake. Luke lays there with a small smile, wearing a tie-dye shirt of yours that cuts off at his midriff and boxers that have seen better days. A lot of your relationship is like this—domesticity after hours and mostly away from prying eyes (not if Luke can help it). Some might think it’s boring and there’s only so much to do to entertain yourself hidden deep in the Long Island Sound, but love is in the way he spreads your wet hair over his arm so it doesn’t stick to your back as you lie down. Love is in the gasp you let out when you finally look at the ceiling, glittering and glowing just for you.

“You fixed them!”

And yes, there are stars that dot the night sky outside your window reflecting through the glass but they’ve also come alive on the ceiling of your cabin after all these years. They started peeling a while ago, but you haven't had the chance to fix them yourself. Hand-pressed and fluorescent, Luke restuck them up one by one flying up and around in his shoes while you were off doing night rounds. Even in the dark, he thinks he’d find their faint shine in your eyes, knowing the adoration in your eyes is a sight reserved only for him.

“You like ‘em? I tried to do the constellations but I think I fucked up. There might be two little dippers.”

Your hand slaps his chest and he snorts, breaking out into a grin when you shift against him, “They’re really pretty.” He thinks you’re really pretty—and the ugly face you make when he voices his thoughts still doesn’t change his mind.

Soft fingers trace their way up his abdomen, under the worn fabric of your shirt that he’s stolen and you murmur, “Thank you, baby.” The silence that follows is full—it swells in both of your chests like a balloon about to pop. You always feel like this when you’re with Luke, to be honest. Airy and in a whirlwind, left in the dust after he stirs your insides up to rearrange the mess until everything feels right again.

“I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look of the words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun.”

“Hey!” he jokes, “No spoilers, Trouble. I was getting to the good part.” You roll over, leaning your chin onto his chest. He watches your head move on his body with every breath he takes.

“Luke, that is the good part. You’d know if you didn’t fall asleep.”

“I think I like books better when you explain them to me,” he pouts and he’s so stupidly attractive it makes you giggle. Luke likes the way your laughter surrounds his heart, pounding back against his ribcage as if asking to be let in. “Reading is hard. I don’t know how you do it.”

“I like stories,” you muse, tracing the slope of his nose gently and his eyes flutter shut like a drowsy baby, “Maybe it’s because of my dad but words are so vivid to me. I don’t need to figure out what the letters mean, the pictures play in my head like a movie. Stories are what keep me sane, I think.”

Luke’s hand sifts through your hair, cradling the base of your head. He tugs at it in a fluid motion so that you’re leaning up to look at him double chin and all, “I wish everyone could see the world the way you do, Trouble. I think everything would be a lot more…”

“Chaotic?” 

He laughs. It’s a loud sound that comes from his belly and you smack him, afraid that he’ll wake the twins downstairs.

“I’d say fascinating. I’ve never met someone like you,” he smiles thoughtfully, poking the soft of your cheek. You’re pouting now, albeit playfully as you say,” I sure hope not. You’re stuck with me and no one else.”

“May the gods have mercy on us all,” he groans dramatically, the air getting knocked out of him with an oof! when you flop your head back onto his chest, “Fine, I’ll stop. Tell me a story, Trouble.”

“Like what? I can tell you about… What about…” you hum, playing with his fingers, “Hero and Leander?”

“Mm-mm,” he shakes his head, curls brushing against his forehead with the movement. Your eyes are alight now, your mind racing with the thoughts in your head and any inkling of sleep is washed away.

“Cleopatra and Antony?”

“You told my siblings that one last week.”

“Luke, you were snoring by the time I got to the part with Cleopatra fleeing with her troops…” you chuckle as he tugs your hair in protest. You both have a way with words—his are smooth, and yours send him to sleep. Not in a boring way—he could never be bored of you. Every word that leaves your mouth captivates him, calms him in a way that makes him forget that anything bad has ever happened. And anyway, he ripped your copy of that tale back when you were 16. You didn’t talk to him for a week and he was frightened and felt so bad that he snuck out and permanently borrowed a first edition from a bookstore two towns over. It sits in its shiny dustjacket on the top of your shelf. The story of Orpheus and Eurydice was one he knew like the back of his hand after the production earlier this year (who else would you make the kids run their lines with), so that one was out of the question too.

“What about the one with my dad and step-mom?” Your boyfriend is silent, and you think he’s fallen asleep again until his hot breath reaches your face as he sighs, “Are there any stories you like that…I dunno, aren’t sad? Or end in death?”

“Luke, they’re all love stories. Lots of them are star-crossed. What does it matter?”

He sits up on his forearms, looking down at the picture you make laid against him—hair framing your face like a halo and cheeks kissed by moonlight. The son of Hermes blinks at you, a finger reaching out to boop your nose, "Because they’re all tragedies, pretty girl. Tell me something with a good ending. Something real.” You sit up, opposite from him as you lean your head against your shoulder and roll your eyes, “Love at most times is a tragedy, baby. The greatest ones are—and those are real stories!” Luke doesn’t seem satisfied with your answer. How could it be that the greatest love stories have endings at all?

He doesn’t dare think you two would be the same. 

There is no conceivable end to his love for you. The Fates would just have to accept that, he thinks.

“I can hear you thinking from here. You’re gonna hurt yourself,” you joke, tugging at his arm. “Angelface. Hey. Just because those stories ended like that doesn’t make them bad.” Luke’s playing with the edge of your quilt and not looking into your eyes. He’s uncharacteristically skeptical, but you’re the daughter of the god of storytelling—you would know better than him. Your expression softens; you’ve never had anyone be scared of losing you until him. It’s always been the other way around. So it must be true then that love is a catalyst because everything changes once you fall deep into it. 

“Luke. I’ll tell you a good story.”

“Yeah?” he mumbles, looking up at you like he wasn’t the one who hung the stars up onto your wood-paneled sky. You lean in and kiss him quickly, and he’d think you didn’t mean to if it weren’t for the stupid smile that graces your face afterward, “I like our story the best.”

You two have been in a relationship for almost half a year now, at each other’s wit’s end for four years, and in love…well who knows when that started? It depends on who you ask.

“Really?” 

A smile splits the scar on his face. It’s one of your favorite things about Luke Castellan—perfect even with what most consider his flaws. But you know he wouldn’t be himself without it, not anymore. He takes it wherever he goes, even with the weight that scar presses down on him most nights—the touch of humility it’s given him since his quest.

Plus it would’ve taken you much longer to fall in love with the egotistical little fuck he was before that.

“No notes, no rewrites,” you say, biting the inside of your cheek. Sometimes, you need reminders that life isn’t all that bad at Camp Half-Blood. Even if you’re the daughter of the Camp Director, things could be worse than being in bed and watching stars (both real and fake) with your boyfriend at one in the morning. Your face goes numb at the same time you realize something, “Like Mr. Darcy said. I don’t remember when I fell in love with you. I don’t think I could pinpoint it. I just remember thinking that I didn’t hate you like I thought I did. It shocked me more that I liked you instead of the fact that I was in love with you. Deep down I already knew that.” It was an inexplicable pull—something unspoken between the two of you that no matter what happened next, your futures were sure to be intertwined.

“Hmm. If the greatest love stories are tragedies, then what would ours be?” Luke mumbles, his nose grazing against yours. It tickles with the breath of his question that falls against your lips.

“Well, those are stories with endings, Lu. There’s no end in sight for us. I won’t allow it.”

Smirking at him matter-of-factly, you’re positive there’s no other way. Luke Castellan being in your life is the only thing you’d lay everything on the line for. It’s the only confident assurance you have.

“What are you talking about now?”

“With us, we make anything possible, don’t we? Look. Would Romeo and Juliet be as memorable or good of a story if they lived happily ever after?” He tugs at your necklace, pulling you in with a finger as he whispers, “You’re insane.” And though that’s true, he’s happy about it. 

“Great love stories are tragedies because they have endings. We have so much living to do!” Springing to your feet, you’re jumping up and down as you bounce on the mattress. Luke’s laughter makes a melody with the sounds of the squeaky box spring as he looks at you from below as you whisper-yell, “It’s nowhere near over for us babe! If I’m crazy, and you’re in love with me—then so are you, loser!” You point at him like it’s an accusation, and well, he can’t argue with that, so he hops up to meet you with an earth-shattering grin, “You’re right again.”

The two of you are jumping up and down like idiots in love, the bed squeaking underfoot as you giggle, half spinning, half hugging until Luke murmurs, “But then what happens at the end?”

It’s never been easy, getting to where you two are—trusting each other with the baggage you came to camp with. Always waiting for the other shoe to drop, always wondering when the gods will laugh at your expense. You’re nuzzled against the shirt he stole from your closet, inhaling citrus and the subtle smell of berries. Luke must’ve used your shampoo again—but the fact is clear.

There is no him without you, or you without him.

“There’s no end if we don’t give up. The people in the stories didn’t,” you say indignantly. Staring up into a sea of amber, he’s unblinking. Luke is actually worried about this—you. “Trouble, all your examples of great loves died.”

“Baby…but until whatever end, they were together. Afterlife, or Olympus—it still ended with love. I just think…” You mumble into his chest, “You and me…we’re crazy enough to brave that. Star crossing.... Even if we’re not gods.” He’s deep in thought now. Luke would go the distance every night even if it meant to see you for even a moment. He’d complete any quest if it meant forever with you, jump ship, and leave all his responsibilities if it ensured your safety, even walk through hell to bring you back. And in that moment, the stars seemed like a cakewalk. Because Luke would do it too, for you.

“I know we are,” he chuckles, “I’m sure of it.”

Soon enough, you’re both tucked under the patterned bedspread, eyes slowly fluttering shut in the silence of the shadows and twinkly stars. The last thing Luke Castellan notices as he tucks his nose against your cheek is that everything from your sleepy eyes to the blinking glimmer of the sky is ultraviolet. The stars are within reach, breathing softly against his neck tonight. He thinks he hears you mutter something just as Hypnos takes him from you, “You’re the first person I ever pictured a future with, you know that?” 

As everything fades to black, he knows one thing— you deserve the world. 

He just needs to figure out how to give it to you. 

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Perhaps it’s the fact that you’re pretty much sleeping on top of each other, or that even in dreams you want each other there, but there’s a dizzying sequence that takes place in the few hours before dawn breaks. Morpheus, the god of dreams, must be laughing wherever he is—even in his domain you two are inseparable. He allows it just this once; two demigods escaping to a different realm together. 

Even gods break the rules if it means for a good story.

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Winter air blows through the open window of your tower as you wait for your lover to arrive. You cradle the flame in your palm, struggling to relight the lantern through mist and fog and you’re worried he’s lost his way.  Rain patters against the stone walls of your prison, catching onto the tendrils of hair that frame your face. It’s been so long already.

He should be here by now. He promised.

You always worry—if all you can do is anxiously pray for his safe arrival, you’ll do it every time until he’s in your arms again. He calls you his Hero, but the fear that wracks your body as you wait here is not a testament to bravery. Each journey of love he makes is—no matter how many hours, no matter if the sea nymphs drag him by the ankles—he will find a way to your guiding light. Leaning over the windowsill, your eyes squint in the darkness, watching raindrops pelt the Hellespont like bullets instead of water.

Your light will lead him home to you, as it always has.

Even if the weather changes, his devotion does not. Daybreak spreads to the horizon, and Aphrodite answers your solemn prayer—bringing you your love in human form. The sight of him steals your breath away as the goddess has stolen his. He fought his way to your door, curls and clothes covered in seaweed and sand. But your lover never breaks a promise, lifeless eyes reflecting the color of the flame hanging in your window.

Such luck it is to serve the goddess of love and have her take it from you.

The decision to jump is as involuntary as breathing. He’s at the bottom anyway, ready to catch your fall. The air is still cold in the morning light—goosebumps ravage your body as you take your journey to be with him.

You trust that it will feel like summer in his arms again.

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Another day brings another battle, and the end of the war is near. Octavian will be knocking down your door and everything you’ve worked for has gone to hell. You always knew the best lies to tell—you knew what to say to make him run across the continent to see you. A courtesan meant to be his queen, he’d give up his empire if meant you were alright.

It doesn’t matter now. 

Your love lays in your arms with stagnated breath and his blood is on your hands, yet still he’s yours. He was yours at the height of the empire, and he is yours as you both hide from the rest of the world in this dusty mausoleum. You are his mortal and unending wound, the biggest loss of his career but his heart’s greatest victory. And you’re breathing—that’s what matters to him; nothing else. Everything he touches turns red and by now, the ocean must be sullied by the blood of his troops.

History will remember you both as villains.

But as the poison sinks its fangs into your system, you interlock your bloodied hand with his with not a signle regret.

Love is your undoing, and there is no greater glory than this.

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The saddest thing about betrayal is that it never comes from your enemies. 

The sand is warm in between his toes and the ship he arrived on is long gone, along with his ex-lover. But in his path to know grief and anger he found you. It was a spiritual awakening in a grove dedicated to your namesake—and from the second he stepped foot into your space, you had to have him.

He’s never encountered a god before, much less one that loved him like you do. You’re made of ichor, sacred, and meant to be untouchable. You believe in him like no other, and he doesn’t think he’s worthy, even if you insist that it’s okay to see eye to eye. Yours are like amethysts on his favorite crown from a home he used to have before Naxos—before he threw it all away for love. 

Now he has nothing. 

Not a coin in his pocket, just the crown on his head. There is no money or titles here on this island, so he doesn’t understand what about him is so appealing to you. The words that come out of your mouth are insane—though that is your domain, he finds it difficult to believe that you are anything but trouble. You promise him a place with him in the heavens when he’s wasted his life away being left behind by the people he loves and the paths he chose to take. A large part of carving new paths is always having an endpoint. 

So he makes one, leaving everything behind again before you can hurt him like he’s been hurt before.

It seems that every path leads to you. Through insurmountable odds, you show up and revel in the pain—you blossom from it, descending into the Underworld and brushing hellfire off your shoulder to save him, a gentle hand outstretched with a promise of eternity and unimaginable riches. He’s been rich before—he had everything in the palm of his hand once upon a time but forever is a path he’s never traveled. 

You toss his crown into the sky until it shatters into starlight and smile at him. There is all the time in the universe to watch the stars together.

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All the small details in those dreams will be lost to you by morning—an inkling of something that almost was or could’ve been, only marked by the faintest touch of time. It covers your eyes and fades away when Morpheus lifts the haze by the sound of your morning alarm. Luke blinks slowly, waking up with you in his arms and feeling like he’s traveled through different lifetimes without leaving the bed you share. The son of Hermes looks down at you lovingly, face smooshed against his neck, trying to chase an ending to that dream in case the gods feel nice enough to let you have a few more minutes of shut-eye.

Somewhere, everywhere, there is a tug of fate that transcends lifetimes for you two to meet.

But in this life, compared to others, you can only hold onto the truth with a firm hand; that you were there last night under all of the stars—ones you’ve touched and the ones you reach for, dreaming of a life to live together. 

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"You and I know each other in our bones." - Kurt Vonnegut

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nat's adopted ex-widow daughter gets triggered and may helps her through it? :0

Girl In The Park

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N• I changed this request around a little as I’n not sure if you mean May but I don’t write for May :)

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It was a beautifully warm day, the clouds providing a soft shade in passing moments. You and your mom were visiting the avengers in New York City, a well needed city break from your rural countryside home. Natasha suggested you took a walk through Central Park, something you had never done before. There where lots of things you hadn’t done yet, you’d only been with Natasha for 8 months after she and her sister took down the red room and found you unconscious in the medical bay. You were the youngest widow in the facility, just recently turned 15. It had been the day you were due to be subjugated when Nat and Yelena arrived, a few hours later and you would’ve been under Dreykov’s control. It was days until you awoke from the sedative the doctors had given you, instantly you where alarmed at your whereabouts but Natasha was there to calm all your worries. She had supported you through your integration into society and was always there to calm you after a nightmare. You quickly formed a strong bond with the redhead and soon she decided she wanted to adopt you, you were over the moon to finally have a family of your own. Some days were still hard but your mom was so proud of how far you had come.

Central park was busy, the sun had clearly brought out lots of people looking forward to a picnic or a chance to sunbathe. You stayed close by Natasha, scanning the area for any threats. “Don’t worry sweetie” your mom said, picking up on your anxiety “he’s gone I promise, no one is going to hurt you” Nat said as she wrapped a comforting arm around your shoulder. You relaxed in her hold and let out a small breath of air, she was right there was nothing to worry about. You continued your walk for a little while, moving towards a busier part of the park. A large group of children swinging around on a jungle gym caught your attention, you longed to have had the childhood they were experiencing. “Why don’t we sit for a bit?” Natasha asked, motioning to a bench near by. You watched the children and families over the fence, laughing and enjoying the sun. You let your mind wander for a moment until you made eye contact with one little girl.

Your heart stopped. The air had completely escaped your lungs. The little girl smiled and waved at you before she went down the slide. “Y/n?” Natasha said noticing your fearful state. You rose to your feet as the girl came running around by the fence, waving at you again. It was her. It was absolutely her. Your feet started to move though your eyes stayed glued to the little girl. You soon picked up into a fast sprint down the path, weaving through the forest of people. “Y/n!” Natasha calls after you, following closely behind thanks to her stamina. You continued to run as fast as your feet could take you, people around flashed you concerned glances. You soon reached the end of the park and ran out into a busy road narrowly missing a passing taxi. “Y/n!” Natasha screamed as you ran out into the road, using her skills to jump over the bonnets of cars and snake her way around bicycles. Once on the other side of the street you found yourself sprinting down an alleyway, only stopping when you collided with the metal fencing at the end.

You fought to catch your breath as you sank to the floor. “Y/n?” Natasha said as she came running up next to you “sweetie look at me, deep breaths okay” your mom said, guiding you through your panic attack. “Lu-Lucy” you said through shaky breaths “it was Lucy I swear it was Lucy” you cried. “Easy baby” Natasha said as she pulled you into her chest “in for 4 out for 4, like this, copy mommy okay” she directed you until you had hold of your breathing again. “It was Lucy” you sobbed out “who baby?” Your mom asked “a-at the park, she looked right at me I swear it was her” you mumbled into Natasha’s chest. “Who’s Lucy?” Your mom asked, worried that you were spiralling back into your panicked state. “She-she was my first target” you cried out. “I killed her, she was only 6” you sobbed. “Oh y/n it’s okay, you didn’t have a choice” Nat said as she caressed your hair. You continued to cry softly into your mom’s embrace, focusing hard on your breathing.

Natasha rocked with you gently for a few minutes before she spoke up again. “It wasn’t her baby I promise” she said. “That’s the problem” you hiccuped “I wish it was her, because then she’d still be here and I wouldn’t have taken an innocent girls life away” you whimpered. “Y/n you did what you had to do, trust me sweetie I know” Natasha said “she wasn’t the only innocent girl who had her life taken away from her. What we had to do wasn’t our choice, we were conditioned and manipulated into following orders. We aren’t what they made us, you aren’t what they made you y/n” your mom cooed. Her words floated in the air as you tried to digest them. It had been a long journey unlearning all the things that had been ingrained into your brain and despite Natasha’s constant words of affirmation you struggled to believe you were anything more than a cold blooded killer. “How old were you?” Nat asked, keeping you talking as a distraction from falling into a flashback. “10” you said “it was my first kill” you whimpered. Natasha pulled you closer as you began to shake softly “easy baby girl, you’re okay mommy’s here” she hummed.

You leant towards your mom and listened closely to her heartbeat, gently copying the rhythm of her chest rising and falling. “Can we go home?” You quietly asked “of course sweetie” Natasha smiled, it was a rare occasion that you would tell her what you needed. “I’ll have Tony pack up our things and we’ll take the quinjet to get back a bit quicker” Nat said. “No” you coughed “I meant the tower” you whispered. You loved your little countryside house, but deep down you knew Natasha hated it. Seeing how much your mom loved the city and loved her teammates had convinced you to give it a chance. It was surprisingly easy to settle into the groove of the avengers tower, in fact you felt it was a place you connected to. You could fit in around these people, some of their stories had you itching to trust them, it already felt like home. “I wanna live at the tower” you smiled “with auntie Yelena, uncle Clint, Wanda, Bruce. And you of course mommy” you said. “Baby I…” Natasha stumbled, taken aback by your words “are you sure?” Your mom asked. You nodded as you looked up at Nat “it’s home, you’re home mama” you whispered “I love you” you said as you looked up at Natasha’s green eyes. “I love you too y/n” she said as she lent down to kiss your forehead.

The two of you stayed curled up at the end of the alleyway until Clint arrived to drive you back to the tower, Natasha having alerted him via text of your location. You felt the softness of your moms protection as she held you, cuddling as close to her as you possibly could. You knew that you still had a long way to go, but with Natasha by your side it was definite that everything would be okay.

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At the end you can have a look at what we can expect in November with a MDL link and a link for a trailer (if avaible).

This is guaranteed to contain spoilers!

1. Blue Canvas of Youthful Days 🇨🇳 (10/12)

@bengiyo made me watch it. I wanted to wait until I could binge it, but he made me curious and now I am heartbroken and anxious! And in love with it. Well, at least the main story. The side couple didn't grew on me. There is a little bit too much obsession between them and I can't get a right feeling for them. They are a little bit off for me. But the main story? Oh so good! So much melancholy and pain and young, shakespearean love! So much trauma on both sides. I hate Qi Lu's father with all my heart. I hope someone will hurt him. And I hope Qi Lu can get away from him. But this is a chinese production. I don't know what to hope for in the final? A happy ending? Would that be too much too ask? Both of them happy, but separated? Well, that could work for me. A sad ending? Possible. I would be devastated. Thank you Ben for making me start it!

2. Love In The Air: Koi no Yokan 🇯🇵 (4/10)

As expected like the OG I don't like that one that much... The only reason I still watch this one is because of Nagumo Shoma. Guess this will be dropped next week... And instead I just watch Kiss x Kiss x Kiss: Love ii Shower...

3. Miseinen: Mijukuna Oretachi wa Bukiyo ni Shinkochu 🇯🇵 (4/11)

Those two are the bluest boys out there right now. They long for each other, and it is coming to the surface, slowly but steady. And sure Hirukawa, you're not going to fall in love with him. Who do you want to fool? You are already in love! I really like this series so much and I know I am not ready for the heartbreak.

4. The Heart Killers 🇹🇭 (2/12)

This whole scene? Gorgeous! Perfect! Incredible! Hot! Wow! The rest of the show? Meh... I enjoy the StyleFadel dynamic, but the rest of the show? Not so much, for now. Perhaps it will get interesting in the future, right now it is kinda boring.

5. Word of Honor 🇨🇳 (20/36)

Perhaps November will be the month I finally keep watching this series. Who knows.

6. Your Sky 🇹🇭 (2/12)

I am in love with them! Is this a bit cringe? Sure. Is the story flat and kinda predictable? Also yes. Do I get butterflies in my stomach whenever they look at each other? Yes, yes, yes! It is so obvious that Fah already likes Teerak. He is so smitten and happy that they can play couple. I can't wait for the feelings to grow on both sides and for them to become real boyfriends and not just fake ones. I guess there will be some heartbreak, because to fill 12 episodes with fake boyfriends is a bit too much. But oh, this series feels so good! I am enchanted!

Finished in November

Series

Let Free The Curse Of Taekwondo 🇰🇷

This series broke my heart, healed it only to break it again. I am very happy we got this domestic, happy ending. It has such a hopeful touch in it. Not everything is damned, just because you took a wrong path in the past. There is always hope for you to find love, to change the path, to get to a state of happiness you dreamed of as a kid. Trauma and abuse shape our lifes, but it doesn't have to dictate it. Tough topic that hits hard. A really good series with a great story and good acting. A good 9 out of 10 for me.

Every You, Every Me 🇹🇭

I was so in love with the first episodes. The concept of a series consisting of multiple episodes showing soulmates falling in love with each other over and over again was all I ever wanted and dreamed of. And then came the two last episodes and we got robbed of this sweet illusion and everything was just fake and acting. It took the magic away. It took the romance away, especially because I couldn't understand the conflict between Inn and Pun. And the time jumps were wild and confusing. I really wish they just have made two episodes more of them being soulmates in love. For episodes 1-8 I give this one a 10 out of 10, but because of the last episodes I can only give an 8 out of 10.

The Nipple Talk 🇹🇼

Oh man, this was so good. We have a small group of friends, a lesbian who likes changing sex-partners and doesn't believe in relationships, a sex-positive straight woman, who likes to have a relationship, but didn't meet the right person so far and has sex with as much men she wants on the way and our gay man, who believes in love and monogamy and who is now on the search for exactly that after the break up with his long term partner. This series was surprisingly good, very sex positive and everyone's guru MAMA has not just an interesting story in stock, but is our mirror and the voice in the back to not judge other people's lifestyles, just because it is not to your liking. It is a mature queer series, no bl. And in the end people can change, love can happen when you least expect it and you are continuously learning and growing. I am happy Leslie finally saw Jie for the perfect partner he would be. HIV was discussed and became an important part in the last part of the story and I love how Leslie understood that this is not a reason to not date a man, especially when you have planned your whole life together already. It is something you can live and love with. But it was great to see him learning, because this can be difficult in the beginning. This series is really just so good! A clear 10 out of 10 for me.

Kidnap 🇹🇭

Okay. This might sound a little bit harsh, but overall I think this was not the best series. It was boring and misleading. Yes, it did not meet my expectations. I thought about some more action and drama. Yes, Ohm and Leng were cute together. Yes, Leng is a rookie, but he did a good job. Yes, Ohm has incredible pretty puppy-eyes. And yet it was not to my liking. What I liked was the fact, that trauma was not healed with love, but got better with a therapist. What I liked was the relationship between Ming and his brother and later between Q and Mhen. It had enough good parts to keep me watching. But overall it was just a 6 out of 10.

Heartstopper Season 3 🇬🇧

I finally watched it! I looooove the comics and I loved the first season. And then there was season two and three and I couldn't bring myself to watch it, because then it would be over and Charlie and Nick would be back in their world and I must let them go again. But it was worth the heartbreak. Nick is the greenest flag on fictional earth and watching them growing together and taking next steps with each other and standing side by side through rough times, really let me believe in love for a short moment. They are perfect and I love this universe! Totally 10 out of 10.

Jack & Joker: U steal my heart! 🇹🇭

Was this series perfect? Nope. Do I care? Also nope. I just have a very soft spot for YinWar. I can't help it. Yes, the plot was kinda weak in the end. The idea of the ring of power was ridiculous, the resolution was just as ridiculous. But still, do I care? Nope, really not. I just love YinWar. They could remake Dinosaur Love and they would get a 10/10 from me. Perhaps one day I can rate this one with a clear mind, but until then this will be a 10 out of 10 for me, and if it is just because of YinWar's chemistry and onscreen kisses and stares and just every fucking interaction.

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Short Film

Dropped in November

Bad Guy My Boss 🇹🇭 (8/12)

I can't deal with this anymore. I have no clue what is going on anymore. And the relationship between Elyes and Pat is so annoying. I have no wish to continue this show anymore. So I dropped it, finally. And made room for something else...

Looking forward to in November

The Nipple Talk - Trailer (Nov 1st)

Bad to bed (Nov 2nd)

Love in the Air: Koi no Yokan - Trailer (Nov 3rd)

Miseinen: Mijukuna Oretachi wa Bukiyo ni Shinkochu (Nov 5th)

Episode 9. Nineteen, Eighteen / Love for Love's Sake special episode (Nov 9th)

Caged Again - Trailer (Nov 15th)

Your Sky - Trailer (Nov 17th)

The Heart Killers - Trailer (Nov 20th)

Petrichor - Trailer (Nov 27th)

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A metaphysical argument for why Lu Guang was the one who risked his intestines falling out to go save his little meow meow

Needless to say, spoilers ahead!

Part 1: Introduction to the bootstrap paradox

There's a lot I could say about the supposed time loop that occurs in episodes 7-8-9 of season 2. Most of them -- the kettle, the lack of a speedboat, Lu Guang's characterization -- have been said better by other theorists. But I'm here to explain the bootstrap/predestination paradox.

The bootstrap paradox is when something is sent back in time, which creates an infinite loop, making the thing seems like it has no origin. The example I learned it with was with time machines. Say you open your door one day to find a book, written by yourself, containing information on how to build a time machine. You take, I dunno, let's say ten years building the thing. Then you use your new time machine to send the book back in time, to your ten-years-ago self, to seal the loop. Works great, right? You've closed the loop, and now you have a time machine.

There's only one problem. Where the hell did that book come from in the first place?

I mean, yes, obviously, it's from the future. But someone had to have written that book, right? But you, the supposed writer of the book, only got it because it got sent back in time by a version of you that already had the book. We assume there was no way you could've figured out how to build a time machine yourself. But that means that the knowledge about the time machine essentially just, popped out of nowhere. Poof! Just like that.

The information about Cheng Xiaoshi and Li Tianchen/Li Tianxi's location is like that. The only reason any of the characters know it is because of Lu Guang. But if their narration is to be believed, then "Lu Guang" only knew it because he was being possessed by Cheng Xiaoshi, who already learned the information in the future. So… how did anyone get that information in the first place?

I generally consider there to be two solutions to the bootstrap paradox. One is an obfuscated origin -- one where the information was obtainable even without the loop, but its origin is hidden by the loop's existence. Say if, without the loop, Li Tianchen releases Cheng Xiaoshi from his control once they're on the boat, and Cheng Xiaoshi figures out where he is. He manages to survive the encounter with the antagonists, and eventually makes it home. But, in the process, Qiao Ling dies. So now Cheng Xiaoshi both has information available to him about where he was during the boat scene, and also a reason to start the loop -- Qiao Ling is dead, and might not be dead if he didn't get taken in the first place. So he takes Lu Guang's photo, and starts the loop.

This particular version of the obfuscated origin theory is… probably not the case. Largely because we don't know how changing the timeline so drastically interacts with Cheng Xiaoshi's ability, specifically, what would happen if he were to clap back into a "present" that technically no longer exists. However, my personal theory -- that I'll discuss in another post -- does fall under the obfuscated origin solution, just slightly to the left.

The second solution to bootstrap is just an allowance for these types of paradoxes to exist. Each story handles it differently. In my model of time -- which I'm pretty sure Link Click doesn't follow, because why would it -- these types of loops are a close relative of magic, because of their self-defining nature. Now, I'm going to say that this is not the case in Link Click, based on what we've seen of Cheng Xiaoshi's power so far.

Part 2: Cheng Xiaoshi's power is weird, man

For the second solution to be valid, we should ideally have at least one of three proofs.

This is the most convincing proof -- if we have another example of an exclusive, stable time loop (exclusive as in the events involved in the loop would not have happened without the loop's presence, stable as in the loop doesn't contradict itself the way it does in, for example, the grandfather paradox). This would just plainly prove the fact that Cheng Xiaoshi can create the loop we see in episodes 7-8-9.

Cheng Xiaoshi's dives should be able to have causality effects up to and including his decision to dive, at the very least. Essentially, Cheng Xiaoshi needs to be able to create an effect on the world that shows up before the dive concludes. This demonstrates the flexibility of the timeline -- that it allows Cheng Xiaoshi to make changes to events that precede his dive, instead of only events that succeed it. While this isn't as strong as the first proof, it would show that, at the minimum, Cheng Xiaoshi is able "cause" his own dive.

In cases where Cheng Xiaoshi observes a person who he has/will dive into, he should be viewing the "dived" version and not the "original" version. This demonstrates that the timeline "knows" about Cheng Xiaoshi's dives before he performs them. This way, it makes sense if the "Lu Guang" Cheng Xiaoshi saw was a "dived" version, instead of original-Lu-Guang. This is our bottom line, because without this, then… Well, there's really nothing showing that Cheng Xiaoshi was even possessing Lu Guang during that first run of events that we saw.

Let's go through them one by one. The first proof is pretty much a no-go. There is only one dive in the entire series where this type of causality is even discussed, and that's during the dive into Li Tianxi (referred to as Xixi from now on. By the way, fun fact -- although the English sub appears to subtitle her nickname as "Xixi," it's actually pronounced "Xiaoxi" in Mandarin. I was confused about this for a while because Xixi and Xiaoxi would both be valid and common nicknames for her, in terms of convention, haha. If anyone ever wants to hear me talk about some hard-to-translate linguistic details in Link Click, let me know!). In this dive, Lu Guang tells Cheng Xiaoshi to pick up the photo, saying that if the photo disappears, then "the future that we live in will cease to exist." You could make an argument here that Cheng Xiaoshi's act of picking up the photo allows for the dive to happen, fulfilling proof 1. However, this proves stability -- that the dive does not contradict, or nullify itself -- but it doesn't prove exclusivity. That is, we have no way of knowing what would've happened to the photo if Cheng Xiaoshi hadn't dived. It's plausible that Xixi or Li Tianchen would've picked up the photo in the end anyway, regardless of Cheng Xiaoshi's influence. Thus, this is much closer to just being their typical motto while diving -- leave the past untouched, or as close as they can get it to the original.

The second proof is harder to say. We can't say for sure whether or not we've ever seen the effect of Cheng Xiaoshi's dives occur before he makes the decision to dive, for two reasons. One is the butterfly effect -- many causes may have effects, but those effects may be extremely hard to trace back to their original causes. It's possible that maybe Cheng Xiaoshi as Xu Shan Shan asking Qiao Ling about what Lu Guang saw in him might've, I don't know, kept Qiao Ling occupied where otherwise she would've gone "Oh I forgot my phone in the studio" or something. And the fact that Qiao Ling never came back to the studio demonstrates that Cheng Xiaoshi created an effect prior to him diving. But there's no solid proof for this being the case. The second one is that it's just much harder to prove impossibility than simple absence. That is, even if we've never seen this happen, it doesn't mean it can't happen -- it just means we haven't seen it yet.

However, from a writing perspective, there's some solid evidence that, while Cheng Xiaoshi's power has the potential for "effects," those effects are only observable to Cheng Xiaoshi and Lu Guang themselves after the "cause" has already occurred. That is, any effects of Cheng Xiaoshi's dives only become evident after the dive has already happened. The strongest proof for this is Chen Xiao's camera in episode five, and Lu Guang's narration. As a result of Cheng Xiaoshi's actions while possessing Chen Xiao, the camera that presumably would've been destroyed in the original timeline is preserved. Chen Xiao's father then finds the camera and brings it to Chen Xiao, who then brings it to the studio to get developed. Lu Guang says here that this is why they don't ask about the future -- because the future is inevitably changed by their actions. While this was an emotionally touching scene in terms of storytelling, I believe it also serves a double purpose, showing us the limits of Cheng Xiaoshi's diving. It shows explicitly that his dives can change the timeline, but he himself will only experience the effects of that change after he's already dived. This makes quite a lot of sense, combined with part three, which is that:

I'm nearly 100% sure that Cheng Xiaoshi and Lu Guang themselves always experience the "original" series of events when they go through things in real time, and never otherwise.

The best example of this is with the Xu Shanshan dive in episode 10. After combing through the episode and comparing it to episode 8, there are three major deviations in Cheng Xiaoshi's behaviour during the dive versus Xu Shanshan's during the first run through. First is a general difference in voice, mannerisms, and expressions. Especially near the beginning of the dive, Cheng Xiaoshi sounds different than Xu Shanshan. Even later, does small things like turn his head and make expressions at a different time. However, I'm not going to take this one as seriously, considering we're not sure if this is showing actual reality or is for the viewer's benefit, demonstrating the difference between the two. After all, we, the viewer sees that anyone possessed by Cheng Xiaoshi has their eyes turn gold, but no one in the story itself notices it. Me, personally, I think I would notice if my best friend took a photo and then came back with differently coloured eyes. I don't know though, I might just be built different like that.

Second is that Xu Shanshan says "I'm not like a certain someone, leeching off other people" (second half paraphrased) whereas Cheng Xiaoshi says "I don't [want to be like] a certain someone, leeching off other people." Again, this one is questionable, because the dialogue actually spoken is the exact same (in terms of words), and the English sub is the exact same, but the Chinese subtitles has a 像想 in place of 像 in the second run-through. Which is weird, because [want to be like] is actually 想像 and not 像想… confusing. Like, this is 100% a typo by the subtitles team, but what was the original intended version? No one knows. The last, and only actual deviation I found, was that Xu Shanshan goes "Hey, Qiao" when asking about how Cheng Xiaoshi and Lu Guang get their information from photos, whereas Cheng Xiaoshi just says "Qiao."

This, combined with the fact that Lu Guang is able to "see" the original in the first place, all make a strong case that, in Link Click, the timeline doesn't "know" that Cheng Xiaoshi has dived until he actually does it, at which point it tries to catch up. This is consistent with everything else we've seen. It makes sense that the effect of his dives are only noticeable to him after the fact, because the timeline has to basically make live edits to itself to deal with his existence.

With this in mind, the Lu Guang we see in episode 7 simply couldn't've been Cheng Xiaoshi. This was a real time event, so it had to have been the undived version of Lu Guang doing… all that. Of course, the question here is how Lu Guang even got the information about Cheng Xiaoshi's whereabouts in the first place. I might make more posts theorizing about Lu Guang's powers and their limitations, the nature of his loop, etc… But for now, I've been grinding this post for about two hours. That's all. I hope you all enjoyed reading this!

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Sun Wukong's Height: New Info

I've previously written how Sun Wukong is described in chapters chapters 2 and 21 as being "less than 4 chi tall" (不滿四尺) (Wu & Yu, 2012, vol. 1, pp. 128 and 408). But I completely forgot that Chapter 37 gives a more precise measurement for his height. He first transforms into a “tiny monk about two cun tall” (二寸長的小和尚兒) (based on Wu & Yu, 2012, vol. 2, p. 172). He shortly thereafter grows even bigger when a prince makes fun of him:

Tripitaka pulled open the box’s cover; Pilgrim [Monkey] leaped out and began to hobble all over the place. The prince said, “This little midget! What can he know?” When Pilgrim heard this remark about his size, he at once resorted to magic. Straightening up his torso, he grew about three chi and four or five cun instantly (emphasis added). “If he can grow that rapidly,” said the soldiers, highly startled, “it will only be a few days before he pierces the sky.” When Pilgrim reached his normal height, however, he stopped growing (emphasis added) (based on Wu & Yu, 2012, vol. 2, pp. 174-175). 三藏扯開匣蓋兒，那行者跳將出來，呀的兩邊亂走。太子道：「這星星小人兒，能知甚事？」行者聞言嫌小，卻就使個神通，把腰伸一伸，就長了有三尺四五寸。眾軍士吃驚道：「若是這般快長，不消幾日，就撐破天也。」 行者長到原身，就不長了.

One chi (尺) is roughly 12.3 in or 31.8 cm, and one chi equals 10 cun (寸; a.k.a. “Chinese inches”) (Jiang, 2005, p. xxxi). One cun would be about 1.25 in or 3.18 cm. Two cun would therefore be 2.5 in or 6.36 cm. Growing the stated additional height would then put our hero at 3 chi and 6 or 7 cun, which is roughly 3.86 ft or 1.176 m. This closely agrees with the aforementioned estimate of “less than four chi tall.”

Sources: Jiang, Y. (2005). The Great Ming Code / Da Ming Lu. Vancouver, Wa: University of Washington Press.

Wu, C., & Yu, A. C. (2012). The Journey to the West (Vols. 1-4) (Rev. ed.). Chicago, Illinois: University of Chicago Press.

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Sick

a/n: hi guys! This is a Lu Time sickfic! I’m really proud how this fic turned out and I hope yall like it!

Summary: Time hides that he's feeling sick and experiences self-doubt in his leadership

Word count: 3.6K

Time stared into fire, absentmindedly messing with the buckle on his leather glove. He had taken the second shift of the night, and it was almost over.

He shifted and sat back on his hands; looking up at the stars in the sky. The last few minutes of his watch went by agonizingly slow. He thought about the last few days being filled with nothing but rain, and how much it slowed the group down. They could’ve been at the village Wild knew of by now. 

Time sighed. There was no use fretting over something he couldn’t control. If it didn’t rain tomorrow, they’d make it to the village late in the afternoon. They needed to restock on potions and supplies.

Time noticed the crescent moon hung high in the starry sky. That was a sign that his watch was over. He got up lazily, his muscles aching slightly. He quietly made his way over to Twilight to wake him up for the third watch.

Time placed his hand on the younger man’s shoulder and gently shook him awake. Twilight turned to lay on his back and squinted at Time. He sat up and tried to rub the sleepiness from his eyes.

“Your turn,” Time whispered as he stood up.

“How’d your watch go?” Twilight sleepily asked. He rose to his feet and ran his fingers through his dirty-blonde hair.

“Uneventful.” Time felt a sharp pain in his throat when he talked. He paid no mind to it, thinking it was from the campfire’s smoke. He cleared his throat and started to take off his leather gloves.

Twilight hummed in response and patted Time’s shoulder before making his way to sit by the dying fire. Time set his gilded blade next to his biggeron sword and laid down in his bedroll. He felt more exhausted than usual, but figured he would feel better with some rest.

Time let out a deep sigh as the sounds of the forest lulled him to sleep.

Time was awoken by the smell of breakfast. The sun was peeking over the horizon. Most of the chain were starting to wake up and packing their things. They needed to get to the village today.

Time tried to get up, but the light from the sunrise was making his head throb and his throat stung. He felt worse than before he went to sleep. He put his arm over his eyes trying to block the sunlight.

“You okay?” Sky’s voice sounded hesitant. Time lifted his arm and saw Sky tilting his head and looking at him with eyes full of concern.

“Yeah,” he rasped, “just didn’t sleep well. But I'm okay” Time fought a cough from escaping his chest when he sat up.

Sky looked at the elder hero and didn’t believe him. Time’s eyelids were droopy, he looked pale, and his frown was more downturned than usual.

Before Sky could open his mouth, Warriors was urging everyone to grab their breakfast and eat it quickly. “The quicker we start moving, the quicker we make it to town,” Warriors repeated. 

Soon everyone was finished packing and eating a bowl of berry oatmeal. Sky sat next to Warriors. “I don’t think the old man feels well,” Sky whispered, looking in Time’s direction. Warriors drew his attention to the older man. He noted Time wasn’t eating and looked incredibly ill.

“Knowing him, he would deny he was even getting sick,” Warriors sighed. “Yeah…that’s what he told me,” Sky said in between mouthfuls of oatmeal. He swallowed. “Should we talk to him?” 

“I doubt that would do anything,” Warriors stirred the oatmeal in his bowl, “but we can let him know if he needs a break during the march, all he has to do is say so.”

“We all know he won’t.” Sky exaggeratedly sighed, making the captain chuckle.

The group had finished eating and were putting on their armor and strapping their swords to their backs. Warriors went up to Time who was putting his pauldrons over his shoulders.

“Hey old man, just wanted to check if you’re doing alright,” Warriors began as he patted Time’s back. He raised an eyebrow at Warriors and bent down to reach his red straps for his armor. He cleared his throat before speaking. “I’m fine,” Time’s voice was raspy and low.

Warriors crossed his arms. “Sure…” He moved in front of Time. “Listen, if you need a break while we’re-“

“I won’t need one,” Time interrupted harshly, glaring at Warriors. He sighed and grabbed his belt. “Sorry…I’m fine, alright? You don’t have to worry about me. Besides, we have to make it to the village today.” 

Warriors saw through Time’s lie, but he had little hope that continuing the conversation would do anything. He sighed and adjusted his scarf. “Right…let’s get moving then. I’ll take the lead,” Warriors left no room for Time to disagree and left to gather the rest of the boys.

Time pulled his armor on with a glower. It felt like Warriors replaced him so easily. He ignored that feeling and went to join the others.

The chain had started walking through the forest. Time tried to keep his head high to convince himself he felt fine because he obviously did. He tried to ignore how heavy his armor felt or the intense pain in his head or how loudly the others were talking. He just had to keep walking.

By midday, the summer sun beat down on the chain as they kept walking. Everyone was eating their small lunch of fruit. The boys were in good spirits, talking amongst themselves.

However, no one dared to comment how Time was simultaneously shivering and sweating. His bones ached, and his headache was making his vision blurry. But he had to keep going, they had to make it to the village today, they were so close.

Time grew anxious thinking about how much time the group had lost because of past weather, and they weren’t even close to finding the dark lizalfos or another portal. The monster attacks have only gotten more frequent and this whole journey seemed like it was going nowhere. It seemed like every direction he led his boys in was the wrong one. Thank the goddesses Warriors decided they needed to find a village. But why couldn’t Time have thought of that? It was something so simple and he just didn’t-

He sighed with a scowl and pushed those thoughts away. He knew Warriors was doing what was best for the boys. He just had to keep walking.

Time huffed as he trailed behind the others. His congestion made his breaths ragged, but he was fine. He would make it to the village and then he could rest. He would show Warriors that he didn’t need a damn break.

The others started to notice how difficult it was for Time to keep up. Wind and Twilight slowed down to walk beside the older man. The two exchanged worried looks with each other. It seemed like Time didn’t notice their presence. He was too focused on walking and breathing.

The worn trail started to go over a hill. Time’s body kept rocking back and forth, wanting to fall as he trudged uphill. He started using the trees as support to walk. He could feel his body grow weaker with each step he took. The chain made it to the top when his foot slipped over a tree root. He fell to one knee, hand over his chest as he coughed and tried to get up. Wind and Twilight were quick to help him. 

“Alright, we’ll take a breather here.” Warriors announced as Time got to his feet. Time shook his head and slightly leaned onto Twilight, “I don’t need a break Captain I’m-“

“You are not fine!” Warriors cut in, crossing his arms over his chest. “You’re unwell and need a break, especially since we have no potions for you. I will not let you continue in this state. We’ll make camp here if we have to,” Warriors sharply regarded, trying to get through Time’s stubborn behavior.

“I said I’m fine, so I’m fine. I can make it to the village, there’s no need for a respite,” Time’s voice was firm as he waved his hand dismissively to Warriors. The pain in his throat made it unbearable to speak, but there wasn’t any need for a break. He knew his boys weren’t tired, and they needed supplies before they got attacked again. He would not be the one to slow them down.

“I think you should listen to the cap’in,” Twilight whispered to Time as he helped his ancestor stay upright.

Time pulled away from Twilight’s grasp and wiped the sweat off his forehead. “We’re moving,” He commanded and quickly stormed ahead of the others with his hands clenched into fists. The chain exchanged glances with each other. Warriors strode after him, planning to stop him and force him to sit down.

Time ignored Warriors’ yells for him to stop. Why couldn’t they understand he could handle this? Why were they listening to Warriors and staying put?

A strong chill ran up Time’s spine, making him stop. His hand went to his chest plate as he became overly aware how hot the sun was against him and how weak his body felt. His vision began to tunnel and his legs felt numb. 

Warriors noticed Time began to sway after he abruptly stopped. He desperately ran up to the older hero, hoping to break his fall.

Time collapsed to his side and hit his head on the ground before Warriors could catch him. Warriors quickly kneeled down, unstrapped Time’s swords, and turned him to lay on his back. He placed his hand on Time’s forehead. He was burning up. Warriors instantly started to unbuckle the many layers of armor Time wore.

The rest of the group caught up with the two men. Wild hastily pulled some ice jellies from his slate and placed them on the older man’s forehead. Warriors managed to undress Time down to his beige tunic and black undergarments.

“Is he going to be okay?” Wind fiddled with his hands as he chewed his lip. Everyone waited what seemed like hours for Warriors’ answer. Time was shivering and that hit on his head definitely caused a concussion.

“He’ll be okay,” Warriors finally answered, hiding any uncertainty in his voice, “but we should give him some space. We’re stopping here, so everyone can rest for now.” 

The chain slowly scattered and Warriors stayed by Time’s side. Twilight lingered, sitting near Time’s legs. He didn’t want to leave his predecessor.

Warriors glanced up at the other hero. Twilight kept readjusting his bright orange sash around his waist. 

“Twi,” the rancher tensed hearing Wars’ voice, “he’ll be okay.”

“I know it’s just,” Twilight paused and let out a deep sigh, “I wanna say I hate when he hides stuff like this but…that’d just make me a hypocrite.” Twilight smiled ruefully.

Warriors let out a small chuckle. “I've hidden being sick before…but I know my limits,” he whispered as he gently ran his fingers through Time’s hair. He recalled the many times during the war when he didn’t have a choice but to keep fighting when he felt sick. Because of that, Warriors would hide the fact that he even felt unwell. He always hoped those around him wouldn’t adopt that habit from him, especially his brothers.

“Sure you do,” Twilight playfully rolled his eyes and he relaxed somewhat. He glanced down at Time with a slight frown. The seconds that passed by felt like eternity.

Time groaned and slowly shifted, seeming to come back from his unconsciousness. His eye was half lidded as he looked at Warriors; Twilight straightened and moved closer to the older hero. “Malon…” Time croaked as he curled his fingers on Warriors’ dangling scarf.

“Malon’s not here…” Warriors’ voice trailed off. Was Time hallucinating Malon’s presence? “How do you feel?” He whispered hesitantly. Warriors felt uneasy as he studied the older man’s face. He was reminded of the little boy Time used to be during the war. The captain moved his gaze up to Twilight, whose eyes were scanning Time with worry.

“So bad…” Time muttered as his grip tightened. His mouth felt dry and the ground seemed like it was spinning from under him. He squeezed his eye shut. “I can’t let the boys see me like this,” Time struggled to speak, “I want to go home. Malon, I can’t do this.”

“Can’t do what?” Twilight was quick to ask. Time slowly shook his head, tears were pooling under his eyelids. The pain in his body was unbearable. 

“I’m unfit to lead my boys. Every decision I make, it’s the wrong one,” Time began in a whisper.

Warriors managed to gently release Time’s grip on his scarf. He sandwiched the trembling hand in between his own.

“I feel like I’m leading them to an early death…having to-“ Time winced as a shiver ran through him. “Having to act like I know what I’m doing. I’m terrified of making a mistake, but that’s all I do,” he paused and took a deep breath. “Maybe if the captain was in charge, the boys would be better off,” Time confessed before coughs ripped through him, making his head throb.

Warriors was speechless at what he heard and Twilight furrowed his brows. Time’s breathing evened out as he fell asleep. He was exhausted by the constant strain his body has been in.

Warriors placed Time’s hand on the ground and sighed. He never knew Time felt that way. Never knew how much self doubt the eldest hero had in his abilities. 

Warriors just couldn’t wrap his head around it. Time is a great leader to them. There have been countless moments where his quick decision making saved their lives during battle. He’s also a great brother and friend. Warriors knew all the other heroes looked up to Time.

Warriors glanced at Twilight and then to the sky. Dark clouds could be seen in the distance headed their way. It would be dangerous if they were caught in the storm.

“We have to go,” Warriors stated as he stood up. He looked down at the two heroes. “I know we shouldn’t move him, but we don’t have better options. Can you carry him?” Warriors glanced at Twilight and then back up to the clouds. He briefly wondered if his captaincy is what made Time insecure of his own.

“I can,” Twilight replied, still looking at Time’s sleeping form. He was sweating again and shaking slightly; his face was in a scowl and his body was tense.

Twilight’s voice brought the captain back from his thoughts. “I’ll gather the others,” Warriors cleared his throat. “We cannot get stuck in the storm,” he cautioned. Twilight nodded and Warriors quickly left.

Twilight slowly shook Time‘s shoulder. “Old man…can you stand for me?” He whispered. Time‘s good eye fluttered open, he looked dazed and confused. Twilight carefully hooked his arms under his ancestor and lifted him to his feet. Time leaned on a nearby tree to stay upright, a small whimper escaped his lips. 

Twilight bent down and carefully slid Time onto his back. Time loosely circled his arms around the rancher’s neck. Twilight wrapped his arms around the older man’s legs, making sure he had a secure grip on them. Time groaned and rested his head on Twilight’s shoulder. There was a sharp pain on the side of his head.

Twilight was relieved he could carry Time so easily. Carrying a grown man was no different than carrying the livestock back home. Yet the rancher wished he was carrying a goat instead of his ancestor.

Twilight began walking to the others, carrying Time securely on his back. Each of the boys grabbed Time’s equipment and began traveling behind Warriors, hoping they’d get to the village before the storm.

The group was silent. A gust of air made leaves rustle around them. Thunder could be heard in the distance and the smell of rain only grew stronger.

Time woke up with a start and immediately regretted lifting his head too fast. He pursed his lips and slowly laid back down on the soft bed. The gentle sounds of rain hitting a window filled the room. He looked around. It seemed he was resting at an inn. He couldn’t remember how he got there.

He groaned as a shiver ran through him. He pulled the blankets over him but stopped. The boys. Where were they? If he was resting here that had to mean they were safe, right? He had to check up on them. Just to make sure they were all right.

Time tried to push himself up, but his body ached and he felt lightheaded. He reluctantly slumped down on the bed. He ran his fingers through his hair, irritated that he couldn’t get up. Time flinched when his fingers passed through the side of his head. How did he get hurt there?

There was a soft knock on the door before it slowly opened. Warriors walked in with a cup of water and a red potion. He wasn’t wearing his scarf or his chainmail. He quietly set down the things on the nightstand and turned to Time.

“You’re awake,” Warriors was a bit surprised. He placed his hand on Time’s forehead. He was still warm. “Do you feel any better?” Warriors whispered.

Time opened his mouth to say something, but his sore throat prevented him. He simply shook his head and let out a deep sigh.

“Do you remember how you got here?” Warriors asked as he pulled up a chair next to the bed. Once again Time shook his head.

“You fainted and got a mild concussion. Thankfully nothing too serious, but the rancher had to carry you here,” Warriors explained. “You still have a fever though. I was waiting for you to wake up to drink a potion. Here let’s get you propped up,” he continued.

Warriors helped Time sit up halfway and brought the potion to his lips. Time lifted his chin and drank the warm liquid. He took a few sips before turning his head. His throat didn’t sting as much and his dizziness dulled, but his body still ached.

“Thank you,” Time mumbled. Warriors helped him back down onto the bed and placed the potion on the night table. 

“It’s a shame a red potion doesn’t do much for sicknesses,” Warriors commented with a small smile, leaning back onto the chair. Time just hummed in response. He didn’t want to look at Warriors. He felt embarrassed that he was proved wrong about not needing a break. It was like he showed everyone he couldn’t take care of himself let alone a group of eight people.

Warriors sighed. He knew why Time wasn’t looking at him. He had so much to say to his little brother, but he didn’t know where to start. He’s never been good at talking about one’s feelings. This was more Twilight’s department, but Warriors wanted Time to see how much he cared about him.

“Sprite…” Warriors gingerly rubbed Time’s arm. “You gave us quite a scare, you know,” Warriors chuckled lightly and shook his head. He gave Time’s shoulder a little squeeze. “It felt…off that you weren’t really there with us. Everyone was so worried.” Warriors paused, trying to find the right words.

“No one needs to worry about me,” Time began, now being able to talk. “I could’ve handled it. I'm used to doing things myself.” 

“You don’t have to do it all by yourself anymore,” Warriors said. “You have us. You can count on us.”

“I can't,” Time whispered.

“Why not?” Warriors let go of Time’s shoulder.

“Because everyone counts on me,” Time looked frustrated. He sighed and rubbed his face. “What good is a team if their leader can’t handle anything? You of all people should know that.”

“I might be a captain but that doesn’t mean I know everything.”

“No, but it means you know how to lead,” Time bit back a cough, “I’ve never traveled with more than two people and now I have to lead eight young men? I have no idea what I’m doing.”

Warriors paused and shifted in his seat. “I think you’ve done a great job leading us,” He began softly, “Hylia knows it’s not easy to lead a group…but you don’t have to do it alone.”

“You’re going to help me?” Time questioned.

Warriors nodded. “You’re my brother, we’re supposed to help each other,” Warriors placed his hand on top of Time’s. “And I couldn’t imagine this group of heroes without you.” Warriors tilted his head as he smiled.

Time looked up at his big brother. His eyes were watery and he gave a small smile. “I’m sorry for all this. I know you only meant well by leading the others.” Time looked sheepish.

“You don’t have to apologize. We can lead them together now,” Warriors retreated his hand and stood up, “But right now you’re still sick, so continue resting and I’ll check up on you later.”

Time chuckled and nodded. Warriors made his way to the door. “I’ll tell the others you're doing better.” He said before he left and closed the door softly.

Time let out a relieved sigh. He was grateful to have someone like Warriors. He was grateful for all his boys.

The soft taps of rain against the window made Time relax. He pulled the blanket over himself. They were all safe, and he wasn’t alone anymore.

[kdram-chjh]

Cdrama: Moonlight Mystique (2024)

TRAILER：白鹿新剧来袭！释出物料大合集！🔥 凡人白烁撩上残血妖王梵樾，爆笑开启新奇幻😂 | 白月梵星 Moonlight Mystique | 白鹿 敖瑞鹏 | ✦ 爱奇艺东方奇幻 ✦

Watch this video on Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u90M-WtkBvI

[avintagepumpkin]

Sinclair Brothers Headcannon House of Wa

Trigger Warnings- Inappropriate behavior, child abuse, murder

Not Proofread

Bos real name is Beauregard, but he shortened it after Vincent had trouble pronouncing it.

Bo and Lester went to public school, and Vincent was homeschooled by Trudy.

Bo was on the football team for a few years until his rage caused him to get kicked off.

Lester spent his adolescent years working for the local animal control. He would be paid $3 for every piece of roadkill he collected.

If Bo wanted to make some money to take a girl on a date (which he had to sneak to do), he'd tag along with Lester. They'd split whatever they made that day.

Trudy was very protective of Vincent, he wasnt allowed to leave the house without her being around. Bo was always grounded, for something he swears he didnt do, and Lester was free to come and go as he pleased.

Lester was the oldest Sinclair brother. He was not related to Victor, his father was a soldier that Trudy had a fling with right before she met Victor.

Bo is actually a very good piano player, he had more patience for it than Vincent. The sound of the high notes often gave Vincent a headache.

The schoolgirls were repulsed by Bo, he always would make lued noises and gestures to them. Lester, on the other hand, was loved by the girls

Lester never killed anyone, he didnt agree with what his brothers did but also knew not to challenge or question Bo

Vincent learned to make wax sculptures from a very young age. He would get slapped and yelled at by his mother if he spilled or messed up. He has several 3rd degree burns that went untreated

Bo wasn't allowed around the wax after Trudy caught him making a penis shaped sculpture

Bos first kill was a 15 year old from 2 counties over. He was 16, and she had rejected his advances, so he slit her throat. Trudy helped cover up the crime by having Vincent make her into a wax figure. Bo promised never to do it again, but of course, he had lied

[feathers-little-nest]

help me decide what to do this evening again

Giving you whole 15 minutes now woah

[fishyishy]

A3! Song Translation - Fleur Histoire

Translation:

LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LU LU LU LU LA LA

Clear skies with a green colored aroma

It’s the beginning of another day 

The words I exchange with my friends

Color is excellent

As we build our days

stepping down the road

The beauty deepens

So let’s learn together

Let’s dream

and share our joys

Always walking towards the future,

Strong and happy

A new wind blows

From here, the door opens 

without stopping in the sun

A wonderful picture of tomorrow

Even if it's small in the sun it can

become a big flower

Even if it's time for change

Don’t be afraid to look forward 

Bravery is beautiful

But people can also important

without losing pride

Sometimes we try too hard to fit in

It’s time for us to stand up 

Always have hopes for the future

The dreams you’re aiming for

From here, the unbelievably beautiful scenery is reflected in your eyes

LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LIN LA LU LIN LA LU LA LA LA LA LIN LU LIN LO LA 

Aaaa....Aaaa......Aaaaa

Always move, towards the future without forgetting the things you treasure

From now on, we'll continue to smile and create a wonderful tomorrow without stopping

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Romaji:

LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LU LU LU LU LA LA 

Midori kaoru hare sora 

Ichinichi no hajimari 

Tomo to kawasu koto no wa

Irodori wa yu daka ni

Hibi mo kizuki

Michi no a yumi

Utsukushi sa fukamareba

Tomo ni manabi 

Yume wo tatoobi 

Yorokobi o watashi ao

Itsudemo mirai e

Mukatte  tsuyoku 

Tanoshi ku

Atarashi kaze ga fuku

Koko kara tobira

hiaite de tomaru koto naku

Subarashii ashita e to 

Taiyori naka chiisai demo

Ookina hana ni naru

Kawaru toki ga fuwandemo 

Osore zuma e wo muitei 

Yuu i wo  Utsukushi 

Hito mo omodi 

Hokori wo ushi na wa zuni 

Tama ni senobi 

Hame ru chun di

Sou dachi o mukairu himatte 

Itsudemo kibo wo mirai de no yoku o shibazu 

Akogare no mezashitte ko

Kore kara kazo-e kirenai suteki na keshiki

Kimi no meni utsura desho 

LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LIN LA LU LIN LA LU LA LA LA LA LIN LU LIN LO LA 

Aaaa aaaaaa aaa

Itsudemo mirai e mukatte taisetsu na mono wasurezuri susundeko 

Koko kare egao wo tsunaide tomaru koto naku subarashii ashita e to 

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*this translation was done by ear as i couldn't find any official lyrics so there may be some mistakes !

[orchid-mantis-petals]

IN THE WRONG SKIN

/ Heyo!! Hi!! You might be asking yourself 'Another Fic..?? Lu you animal!!" I know, I know. But this is the first time In my life I have had long distance friends..I can't drive to their houses and hand them gifts. So I write for them. Let their favorites make their week just a hair bit better.

/ @taeminsung This one is for you. Please Enjoy. I hope this week is better than last. If not I am always here to chat.

/ Genre: Fluff, comfort, slight angst, your teeth might rot!!

/ Warnings: Talks of anxiety, mean co-workers, yelling

/ Summary:

“He’s a knucklehead. I will yell at him later. For now, who said you have to follow the steps?? Why can’t you make it up as you go??” You watched as he slipped away from you, a small cry died in your throat as he shushed you, his eyes held a promise he’d return to your side.

“Because that’s how it’s supposed to be,” he chuckled softly as he played with the laptop they alway used to play music when they practiced. 

“How do you think Stinky-Head comes up with this stuff?? I watched him just stand here and flail his arms around for an hour till he found a move he liked,”

His sigh pierced your ears for what felt like the fifth time that night. You were the one to schedule time with your beloved. You were the one who asked for a night to dance with him. It was you who planned this. So why did it feel as though it was all just bothersome. Not only to you but to Lee Know.

“No it’s left, left Y/N,” his voice wasn’t as gentle as it was an hour ago when you both started to work on Megaverse.

“Sorry,” the word was meek, quiet, it nearly died on your tongue before you could even utter it. He sighed once more and started the music again. It wasn’t his fault though, or at least that is what you kept telling yourself. Deep down you knew the only person to blame for this ‘lack of effort’ was yourself. Your whole week had been crap. But today especially was difficult, when you got up that morning you felt as though you had crawled inside the wrong skin. It was as though it was one size too small. All day you begged for your brain to stop the back and forth debate of if you deserved all you had worked for. You’d hoped dancing with Lee Know would clear your head of the degrading thoughts. To your dismay it didn’t. Rather it only fueled the negativity that riddled your motions slower, and wrong. It wasn’t as simple as you woke up on the wrong side of the bed. No, you woke up on the wrong side of your life. Another misstep, and another, then soon the music stopped. The room deafened with the clear silence.

“Seriously Y/N. You come to me whining about how you need to dance. How you need to do it with me. But all you’ve done is mess up. Chan had three new tracks ready for me. I could have spent my day doing something far better than watch you fumble about!!” he spoke to you through the studio mirror. Eyes not even taking care to glance at your reaction. With one last sigh he collected his bag and left you there alone. It was then you realized everything that day had gone wrong. All you could do was stand there back to the mirror. He didn’t mean it you tried to tell yourself. Dance is his passion, and though it was yours too today you acted a fool. Acted as though none of it all mattered. You hadn’t heard the door open again. With your eyes cast to the floor you didn’t even see that someone had come to join you until their sneakers were toe to toe with yours.

“Hey, where’s Lee Know??” It was Seungmin who had now come into the room with you. Your response to him was a simple shrug to your shoulders. “I thought you two had the day together. Didn’t the two of you have today off??”

“He left,” your voice was quiet as it spilled past your lips. Through it you kept your emotions in check, no cadence to your voice. It caught Seungmin off guard, you were always so sweet when you spoke to him. The way you usually engaged with him was always full of bright smiles and loud laughs. This small quietness wasn’t you. At least a version of you that he wasn’t familiar with.

“He left??”

“Yeah got mad at me and left,” you felt your nails dig into the meat of your palms. A calm reminder to not cry. Slowly you relaxed your fingers only to dig them back into your palms. The action caught on by the taller man in front of you. “Spill it Y/N,” finally you dared to look up at him. In his face you expected to see disappointment, anger, or even pity in his eyes. Instead when your eyes met his all you saw was concern, his hands placed on his hips as he leaned forward some to look at you. The center of his brows drawn upward as his deep brown eyes widened when you looked at him. “Mochi??” That's all it took, the moment he looked you in the eyes the tears you fought so hard to keep in check spilled over.

“I-I,” your hands dug deeper, if you released them you were sure they would be a little bloody. Half Crescent scars bedded in the skin. “Minnie, I,”

“Breathe Mochi,” his hands shot forward, when your fingers relaxed, his own slipped in to guard your palms from further abuse. “In..Hold..Out..Hold..In..” he worked with you for a moment until he felt your body lean forward to sag against him.

“Do you ever feel like you crawled into the wrong skin?? Or I don’t know you’re just a passenger in an autopilot of a carcass??” The questions were odd, and rather specific to how you currently felt.

“No, but there are days that I feel like no matter what I try it doesn’t all make sense. Or that the work I do for my team isn’t enough,” oh..while he didn’t feel it the same way you do, he felt the deep hurt that nestled into your heart and took residence without ever paying its rent.

“My week, it was awful. I wanted to dance with Lee Know today. I wanted it to clear my head a little. But I kept messing up. Then Minho yelled at me for it and stormed off,”

“He’s a knucklehead. I will yell at him later. For now, who said you have to follow the steps?? Why can’t you make it up as you go??” You watched as he slipped away from you, a small cry died in your throat as he shushed you, his eyes held a promise he’d return to your side.

“Because that’s how it’s supposed to be,” he chuckled softly as he played with the laptop they alway used to play music when they practiced.

“How do you think Stinky-Head comes up with this stuff?? I watched him just stand here and flail his arms around for an hour till he found a move he liked,”

“You’re lying,” you giggled softly as a hand came to cover your mouth to try and contain it.

“Am, not, have the whole thing on video,” he returned to your side as music filled the quiet room once more. “Come on Mochi, dance with me,” he moved to the beat of the music, sure he wasn’t the ‘best’ dancer in the group. But the way his lanky limbs moved always captivated your attention. It didn't take you long to recognise the song as ‘I don’t understand but I love you,’ by Seventeen, your other favorite idol group. After a few seconds you joined Seungmin in the dance. With your eyes closed you allowed your body to move as it desired. It had no rhyme or reason to it. You just existed in the space around. It didn’t make sense, but it felt right. With your eyes closed you hadn’t noticed the other occupant in the room stop to watch you. Not until the song stopped and your eyes met his in the mirror. “Better??”

“Much, thank you,” nothing felt perfect, you still felt off. But some of the pent up emotion from your crappy week had filtered away with the dance you just did.

“Good, so here’s the plan. I am going to take you home, put you on the couch and snuggle you. But I am also going to text Butt-Face and tell him he made you cry,”

“Minnie..Don’t,” you began to protest but it was far too late. He had already texted his Hyung while you were busy with your dance. Quietly he ushered you away to the dorms where he settled your head into his lap, your favorite couch blanket when you visited draped over your body. There was a show on over the tv. But it was useless background noise while you chatted with your best friend. It wasn’t even an hour later when the door burst open with a loud bang.

“Y/N!!” Lee Know called out as he haphazardly kicked his shoes off. You moved to sit up but Seungmin kept your head against his thighs, fingers laced in your hair as he stroked it back away from your neck. When the older rounded the corner he saw the two of you on the couch. But his only thought was to make sure you were okay. In quick short strides he settled himself at your eyelevel on the floor. “I am so sorry my darling,”

“It’s okay,”

“No its not,” Seungmin took this moment to slide out from under you and venture to his room.

“Y/N call if you need me,” with one last squeeze he disappeared down the hall.

“Let me speak,” you nodded as you sat up to listen to him intently. “I should have realized that you were struggling. Rather than scold you for something that was clearly making you stressed. I am sorry I didn’t listen to you then, I will now. Please tell me what’s wrong,” he settled his hands into yours, he knew your habits before even you did.

“I had a really bad week, my coworker, the one who causes problems, targeted me again. He caused a fight with the team, picked apart everything we did. Threw all of us under the bus, and even had a supervisor breathing down our necks. I felt as though I did a horrible job with everything this week. My only saving grace was that you and I had time together. But even that went wrong, I woke up and felt like I just didn’t belong. As though everything I did or said was just bothersome to you and the others. You rearranged your weekend to fit me in but even that went wrong. I messed up the dance, I got stuck in my head, and I just can’t help but feel I am not worthy of your time. Not wor-” you were cut off mid sentence by Lee Know. His soft lips crashed against yours with such force your teeth clacked together. When he pulled back you both laughed, your sound music to his ears. As it died down he looked at you, his eyebrows set down with seriousness.

“Never ever say you aren’t worthy. Because you are Y/N. You are worth more than anything in this world. Cheesy as it is to say I will spend every day at your side and prove to you that you are worth more than you can fathom. I will not let you settle yourself for less, because darling I love you too much for that to happen,” you nodded slowly as he pressed his forehead to yours. “As for that coworker, he just wants under your skin. It’s okay to feel that, but don’t believe it. You are amazing at your job, your skills are beyond what he can comprehend. If he targets you again, text me, I will send pictures of the boy's butts to cheer you up,” your laughter roared through the room, leave it to Lee Know to ‘fix’ a problem by using his members' butts as bait.

“Okay I will,”

“Good, because he doesn't know shit,” you laughed more as he settled into the spot Seungmin vacated. This time you kissed him slow, and gentle before you rested your head on his plush thighs. Lee Know moved to rest his hand on your shoulder rubbing slow and steady soon you drifted off to sleep. Come morning you found yourself tangled in the bed sheets, limbs wrapped tight around your boyfriend. He looked down at you from his glasses, a book in hand, he set it down to give you his full attention now.

“Lee Know,”

“Yes my Darling,”

“I love you,”

“I love you too Y/N,” it wasn’t perfect, you still felt off. But with him beside you it felt just a little more right. As though only a single hair was out of place. With him you could handle that, because you weren’t alone in it. You had your Lee Know beside you, and your Minnie not far behind.

[howlingday]

Hilarious concept for Ex-Ganger Tai:

He's just having a decent time, when he gets visited by this dude:

Turns out, he was part of one of the largest Mistrali mafia families as a subsidiary. Naturally, Yang freaks out, Tai craves the end, and his former boss is just like 'hmmm, I like this tea :)'.

"Dad, there's somebody here to see you!"

Taiyang walked down the stairs, stopping mid-step to stare in horror at the smiling face, staring back at him from his doorway. Hong Lu, an executive of one of Spider's many "allies" in Taiyang's gang days. He swallowed hard as memories came back to him of the aftermaths he'd seen from his friends choosing to fight him.

And that monster was right outside his door.

"May I come in?" The man asked.

"Can he, Dad?" Ruby repeated.

Whether it was his nerves causing him to tremble or his good intentions to respect a dangerous ghost of his past, he shook his head, allowing Hong Lu to enter his home, and his life once more.

"Thank you." He said, stepping inside. "Let me introduce myself. My name is Hong Lu. Are you Yang?"

"No, I'm Ruby Rose."

"Oh, so you and Raven had another girl?"

"Er, n-no, Ruby is mine and Summer's child." Taiyang cautiously answered.

"Two children from two mothers." Hong Lu nodded. "You must be as popular as you were back in your day."

"What do you mean?" Ruby asked.

"Your father slept with a lot of women back in his day." Taiyang's jaw dropped when he heard those tactless words.

"Slept with?" Ruby asked. "Did he have a lot of sleepovers?"

"YUP!" Taiyang jumped down the stairs. "Yeah, your old man was one sleepy boy! Hahahaha! Let's get lunch!"

"If it's no trouble."

"NOPE! No trouble at all!" Taiyang ran over and picked up his daughter. "Could you come help me with lunch, Ruby!"

"Can we bake cookies?" Ruby excitedly asked.

Taiyang was caught in a tight scenario. Ruby had been craving cookies ever since Summer had passed, and his memory of her baking left him wanting of her skill. If Summer's cookies were five stars, he'd be lucky to get two. Still, though, Ruby would be stuck alone with Hong Lu otherwise.

"Y-Yes." Taiyang had never felt so defeated.

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Qrow was smashed into a tree. Raven had her sword broken and was put into the mud. Dad was being held by his throat above the ground. At the end of the arm holding him was a man with an armored pauldron and long, flowing black hair.

Yang cowered on the porch behind her mother, the woman acting as the only barrier between her and the dark-haired beast that beat their team. She whimpered for her daddy, shivering as she prayed for his safety.

Suddenly, she felt a weight and was blinded. Pulling the cloth free, she watched as her mother left her cape to her. Glancing over her shoulder, she gave a confident smile to her daughter. 'Take care of this for me,' she seemed to say.

She then faced the monster dead on.

"Let go of him." She said.

"I can't do that." The monster said. "There are people looking for him. Dangerous people."

"If you won't let go of him," she readied her axe, "then I'll make you."

Fast as lightning, metal clashed against metal as a long, bladed spear-thing met Sundered Rose. Less as fast, Dad fell and writhed as he clutched his throat and coughed. He then broke into a sprint for the house and picked up Yang, holding her close as he hid inside. He cried as he hugged her in the closet.

Today was the second time Yang had seen her father look so terrified. She couldn't blame him. There were nights, though far away they seem now, that went sleepless because the black beast she saw stalked close by in her dreams, chasing her daddy.

And now, he was sitting in the living room, politely waiting for his cookies. He sat there, unmoving save for a glance at a photo or two. Yang, on the other hand, was entirely frozen, never taking her eyes off of him. Of all the times for Uncle Qrow to be out.

"Uh, the cookies will be a minute." Dad said, nervously in Mom's old apron. "Anything you want to drink?"

"Tea, please."

Her father was the strongest man she had ever met. Watching him cower in the face of this monster scared her. She really wished Mommy was here, but... She wasn't. Not anymore.

"Oh, and Taiyang?" The man then said something in Mountain Mistrali. Yang was still learning, but she caught one word. Rat. And Yang still didn't understand what he meant.

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"Mm, this is delicious." Hu Long set his tea down. "Your skills in teamaking hasn't dwindled."

"Er, th-thank you." Taiyang gulped. "Um, why are you here?"

"There are people looking for you, Xiao Long. And they're branching out." Taiyang looked him in the eyes. "Soon enough, they'll find you and likely kill you and your family."

At this, Yang burst into tears and hugged her father, seeking comfort in him. He couldn't take his eyes off the man sitting across from him, though. Even as he stroked her hair and pulled her close, he couldn't tear away. Ruby clung tightly to his clothes.

"Unless," Hu Long reached for his cup, "you work for the Limbus Company." He pulled the cup to his lips and took another sip. "You and your family will move to Mistral, where we can provide protection for all of you."

"No."

Taiyang's eyes finally tore away from the man and looked to his youngest daughter. Her grip was tight, but she kept her eyes on the man. She wasn't going to back down on the issue.

"You're choosing to stay, knowing that your family will be in danger?" The unknown man leaned closer. "These aren't schoolyard bullies. These are dangerous criminals who will make you wish you were dead."

"My school is here." Ruby argued. "And I get to build my weapon this year."

"Is your weapon worth losing your life?" Taiyang forgot how direct Hu Long got during his questioning. He didn't care that he was speaking to an actual 8 year old. As far as he was concerned, everyone was an adult living in an adult world, and should be treated as such.

"Yeah, because I'm gonna save a bunch of people with it!"

Hu Long was quiet for a moment. He reached for his tea, but found it empty. Setting it back into it's saucer, he nodded. "Very well. I'll make calls about working from a distance." With a chuckle, he lifted his cup. "That is, if you can give me more tea."