#EITHER WAY the vibe of this. if u get it u get it

[muniimyg]

BAD HABIT // JJK

13 | mine // series m.list

note: hmmmmm ... yeah . angsty ... listen to this song for the vibes !!! this chapter is dramatic LOL ,, u get insight on oc's aura and jungkook is jus so kawawa (pitiful) !!!!

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everything happens too fast.

the halls blur past you in streaks of gold and shadow as you run, lungs burning, heart slamming against your ribs. there’s no time to think. no time to process. all you know is the cold pit in your stomach, the weight of something wrong pressing down on your chest.

you push through jungkook’s door so hard it nearly flies off its hinges. the room is dim, suffocatingly still—except for them.

the others.

they aren’t moving either.

not at first.

their heads snap toward you at the same time, their gazes carrying a shared weight. a silent message you don’t want to decipher.

your stomach churns. no. no.

“where is he?” your voice is breathless, frantic—your throat already closing in. tell me he’s still here.

but the moment stretches.

too long.

the guys look at each other—frustration and helplessness hanging thick in the air, curling around you like a noose.

“he was right here—” jin starts, but his voice is tense, unsure.

taehyung drags a hand through his hair, his frustration barely masked. “one second, we were just trying to calm him down, and then—”

“he’s gone.” yoongi’s voice cuts through the air like a blade.

your breath stutters. the silence rings louder than anything else.

“what do you mean he’s gone?”

no one answers.

namjoon’s jaw tightens. taehyung shakes his head. jimin exhales sharply, gaze flickering toward the floor.

“he was—he was trying to catch his breath,” jimin says, voice uneven. “he asked for water. and then… we blinked. we turned away for a second. and then he wasn’t there anymore.” he swallows thickly.

“he left.”

your pulse roars in your ears.

“do you…” jimin hesitates. “do you know where he could have gone?”

the question slices through you.

“he hasn’t been talking to us these days,” jimin continues, softer now. “it’s hard to read him. you’re his soulmate, ___. i know you're busy and you're the princess and all but you—fuck, ___. you have to know.”

something inside you fractures.

because you don’t.

you don’t know where he is.

the afternoon glow is still.

the wind carries the faint scent of rain, but your chest is too tight, your pulse too loud for you to feel anything but the gnawing dread clawing its way up your throat.

it’s a total bust.

yet—you still call his name.

the sound feels small, swallowed whole by the vastness of the night. but you don’t stop. your voice cracks, grows hoarse, trembles—but you don’t stop.

you search between the bushes (just in case), pushing past flowers that crumble under your hurried steps. your fingers shake as they grip the edges of stone benches, the cold surface grounding you for a fleeting second before the panic sinks its teeth in deeper.

he’s not here.

your chest caves.

why did you think he’d be here?

why are you shaking?

your breath is shallow. uneven. like something is pressing down on your ribs, dragging into the space between each heartbeat.

jungkook is sick.

he’s been sick.

he’s been lying this entire time.

and you—you should have known.

a lump rises in your throat. thick. aching. you should have felt it in your body, in your bones, in the tether that ties you together. you should have found him before he ran. before he could slip between your fingers like this.

but you’re here—alone... drowning in your own silence. your eyes squeeze shut. breathe. you just have to—breathe. but the air is thin, and your lungs can’t find enough of it.

and then—

“the princess—please… i need to see her—”

your heart seizes.

for a moment, the world blurs—sound drops, breath catches, and for one agonizing beat, there is nothing but the violent stillness of realization crashing into you like a tidal wave.

then—

your head snaps up so fast the ground sways beneath you, vision swimming with streaks of moonlight and shadow.

it’s faint.

a whisper barely carried by the wind. weak. frayed at the edges, like a thread unraveling, like a flame struggling against the dark.

but you would know it anywhere.

you would know it in the marrow of your bones, in the cracks of your soul. in the echoes of every moment you’ve ever spent memorizing the cadence of his voice.

you would know it in your dreams—where it’s warm, teasing, full of the quiet love he never says aloud. you would know it in places you've never gone to or in the crowd of people you could be swallowed alive in. you would know it buried beneath the weight of the earth, beyond the veil of time, beyond life itself.

god…

you would know it from the stars, from the edge of the universe, from the gates of heaven if he called for you.

and he’s calling for you now.

jungkook.

the air is knocked from your lungs. your heart lurches violently against your ribs, a breathless, frantic thing as your feet move before thought can catch up.

the garden blurs past you.

the wind howls in your ears. your pulse is a deafening drumbeat of please, please, please as you tear through the garden, chasing the only thing that has ever truly belonged to you.

him.

the sight knocks the breath from your lungs.

jungkook is barely standing. his body sways, weak and unsteady, yet he still throws himself at your guards, fists trembling with exhaustion, desperation clinging to every motion. it’s a sad attempt—one they hardly acknowledge. they don’t move. they don’t falter.

he tries again.

this time, they're more firm in blocking him. he grunts from the pain, but he braces himself... he tries again.

but, suddenly—hands are on him.

as they do it, the restraint feels more hesitant than forceful, like even they know they shouldn’t be doing this.

your heart stops.

"let him go."

jungkook's head snaps up at the sound of your voice, but his eyes are unfocused, glazed over with fatigue. he’s barely breathing—his chest stuttering with every attempt to pull in air. but as you step closer, something shifts.

like he’s breaking through the surface of water. like he can finally breathe. his air is purified.

"princess," one of the guards starts, his voice carefully measured. "we tried telling him you weren’t inside. we have also been told by the council that no one is allowed to enter the west wing—"

"do you see him?"

your voice slices through the night like a blade, sharp enough to make them flinch. you step forward, hand reaching for jungkook, but before you can even touch him, his body gives out completely.

he collapses into you.

as his full weight sinking against yours, you stumble back, arms tightening instinctively around him.

he’s cold.

too cold.

something inside you snaps.

the guards hesitate. you see it—the way their bodies stiffen, the way their eyes dart between each other, unsure.

"i asked you—do you see him?"

silence.

your fingers tremble as you cradle jungkook’s face, feeling the unnatural chill of his skin. his body isn’t just weak—it’s wrong.

and they just stood there.

they let this happen.

"you all serve my parents," you whisper, voice dripping with venom. "but you answer to me. so tell me—do you see him?"

by the end of it, you're shouting. your voice is strong and makes no room to assume any feelings of yours. you're angry.

you're furious.

jungkook exhales weakly against your collar, his fingers twitching against your arm. he’s trying to hush you. trying to tell you he’s okay.

but he’s not.

and that’s exactly why you’re furious.

the guards exchange wary glances before one of them finally dares to speak. you glare at him even more, eyes almost twitching from your impatience.

"yes, princess." one guard speaks.

you take a breath.

"then why did you stand there and let him dim?"

you see a handful of them gulp. then, another answers. "princess, we understand he’s your friend, but our duty is—"

the words scrape your throat, raw and unrelenting.

"he is my soulmate." you cry, as it rips from you like a confession, a prayer, a curse. "he is a part of the divinity just as much as i am."

"yes, princess... but, the council—"

jungkook shifts weakly in your arms, trying—failing—to hold you back. his fingers curl against your waist, but he doesn’t have the strength to cling to you like he wants to. instead, he feels you—the pain in your chest, the way your heart aches with a grief so visceral it makes him dizzy.

"if my parents can not dismiss what he is to me, why can you? what part of this do you not understand? anger me more and i’ll call this treason!”

“princess, we didn’t mean to—“

“his light is mine. he is mine. how dare you let him dim!"

the weight of your words hangs heavy in the air.

the guards bow their heads, stiff with shame.

"our apologies, princess."

you don’t acknowledge them.

your arms tighten around jungkook, your forehead pressing against his, your breaths mingling in the cold night air. his body shudders, his skin damp, his breath so shallow it nearly undoes you.

then—

heavy footsteps. the sound of rushed breathing.

a presence behind you.

the rest of them are here.

jin. namjoon. taehyung. jimin. yoongi. hoseok.

they stop a few steps away, their gazes locked on the scene before them—the way you’re holding jungkook like you’re trying to keep him tethered to this world, the way your body trembles with barely contained rage.

you feel them watching, but you don’t look away.

you shift, lowering him carefully onto his knees, never once letting go. then—you can't help it.

your mind races and before you know it, your fingers curl into a fist. you raise them and slam it to the ground.

the earth shakes.

the ground underneath fractures for a moment before power erupts from you like a storm, pulsing outward in a brilliant wave. it wraps around jungkook’s slumped form, pressing back the hands that dared to touch him. the guards stumble away, eyes wide, and even the others—jin, namjoon, yoongi, all of them—freeze in place as your energy hums, encasing him in an invisible shield.

from the outside, it's difficult to make out what's happening.

the energy bursts from you like a shockwave, rippling outward in a radiant pulse that sends dust and debris scattering across the ground. the air around you shifts—dense, electric—before it spins.

everything surrounding you and jungkook is caught in the force of your aura. leaves and loose gravel twist into the air, swirling in rapid, frantic loops, like a storm caught in place. the wind howls around you, kicking up dirt, blurring the edges of your figures as if the world itself is struggling to look directly at you.

from the outside, the shield is a vortex—wild and untamed.

its edges shimmer and distort, an unearthly fog curling around its perimeter, thick and opaque, obscuring you and jungkook from prying eyes. the air warps, bending like heat rising from scorched earth, making everything beyond the barrier seem distant—as if you exist in a different realm entirely.

but at the center of the chaos, at the heart of the storm—is peace.

inside, the air is still.

quiet.

gentle.

the wind that rages outside doesn’t reach jungkook. the chill that had seeped into his bones before is gone, replaced by your warmth, your hands, your presence.

the others can only watch, stunned, barely able to see past the spiraling mass of energy surrounding you. the guards, once firm in their stance, now hesitate, stepping back, hands falling away from their weapons as realization sets in.

"what did she do?" jimin whispers to nam joon.

nam joon blinks.

"i... i've only really read about it... b-but that's a shield. it's her aura... it's protection. she's generating jungkook's healing faster. only auras that are of a higher power can do this—holy fuck. she’s truly the divine.”

“shit,” yoongi huffs. “let’s note to never piss her off.”

the guys exchange chuckles, attempting to lighten the mood. then, nam joon lets out a big sigh as he makes another realization.

“this… this is also just a really... angry statement." nam joon explains it, but he can't believe it himself.

and no one can deny it.

though it looks messy up close, it's utterly enchanting. a monet.

taehyug gulps. "she's angry?"

jin blinks.

then, he shuts his eyes and locks into his aura. there, he sees you holding jungkook and fighting the urge to scream and cry (more than you already have). more than that, he sees the glint in your eyes. as jin reels himself back into the present, he sighs and shakes his head.

"she's not angry," jin breathes. "she's hurt."

inside the shield, jungkook exhales weakly, his body relaxing for the first time in a while. you cup his face, smoothing your thumb over his skin, warm now—no longer cold, no longer wrong. you watch as colour flushes back to his cheeks.

"what did they do to you? hmm? what hurts? tell me, i’ll—"

hsi trembling hand covers yours. jungkook smiles—small, weak, dying.

"i’m okay, baby," he whispers.

you shake your head immediately, fighting the stinging in your eyes.

"stop saying that." you throw your head back, frustrated. “stop lying to me.”

his smile doesn’t falter.

if anything, it softens. jungkook huffs a breath—barely a laugh—and shifts slightly, his forehead bumping against yours.

"i'm okay, really..." he says, almost convincing you. "just give me two minutes."

your throat closes up, your hands gripping him tighter.

"idiot," you whisper. "how could you be this irresponsible? why can't you be honest with me? did it really have to reach this point, jungkook? seriously? i almost blew up the entire world—"

"i know."

"how could you possibly know—"

"i felt it," his fingers twitch over yours, squeezing weakly. "you went vulnerable when they texted you. i heard your heart. i felt it... felt it beat for me. your heart wasn't racing because of what's his face... it was racing because of me. so, i had to find you. i had to—"

he pauses and reaches to wipe your tears. you're crying now, sniffing and trying to hold in your sobs.

then, quietly, he says; "i wanted to say i'm sorry."

your chest caves.

"for what?"

"for acting the way i did," he sighs. "___, i could live in any and every universe and still not deserve you. i felt jealous and didn't know how to face it. so, i buried myself in it and suffocated. i just… i messed up. i'm sorry, p."

you gulp, your throat tight, your heartbeat erratic.

the weight of everything—your fear, your anger, your love—presses down on you like a tidal wave. but then, beneath your fingertips, you feel it.

jungkook’s glow steadies, settling beneath his skin like embers fanned into flame. his chest rises, then falls—this time with purpose, with ease. the ragged edge of his breath smooths out, and slowly…

he moves.

his fingers brush over yours, trembling but intent, before he takes your hands into his own. gently. carefully. as if grounding himself in your touch. you feel the roughness of his palms, the way his thumbs press into your knuckles, as though memorizing the shape of you.

and then, wordlessly, he uncurls your fist.

your body is still locked in defense, your fingers clenched tight, nails digging into your skin. but jungkook—he doesn’t force you.

he just holds you, his warmth melting into yours, his touch soft, coaxing. his gaze finds yours, dark eyes brimming with something raw, something unspoken.

"it’s okay," he breathes, barely above a whisper. "i'm okay."

for the first time, you feel his honesty.

and just like that, the storm dies.

the shield that had spun wildly around you collapses in an instant, unraveling like silk in the wind. the air stills. the fog dissipates, fading into nothingness. dust and leaves settle back onto the ground, the world returning to itself—yet, somehow, nothing feels the same.

a silence falls over the courtyard.

when you look up, they’re all staring.

the guards.

jin, namjoon, jimin, taehyung, hobi, and yoongi… their faces are unreadable—some stunned, some shaken, but all of them watching. because what they just saw, what they just felt—it was undeniable;

if soulmates were written in the stars, then you and jungkook are the stardust—scattered, shattered, yet always finding your way back to each other... completely and utterly drawn together by something the universe itself cannot undo.

[liyuviq]

so ive noticed there r people getting confused abt shin’s gender n pronouns, n honestly? same 😩

i’m gonna go on a little ramble abt my thoughts on this, so if u r curious abt wht goes on in my brain, continue reading!

otherwise, here is the tldr:

shin’s pronouns lean toward they/them, but their ambiguity is intentional. i’ll update their masterlist to include this detail for clarity. do not feel bad or worry if you’ve been confused! i did too!

i don’t have their preferred pronouns officially written anywhere, so i’m just gonna quickly edit the masterlist to include it to avoid future confusion. hope it helps!

and for anyone who mistook or have been mistaking their pronouns, don’t feel bad pls! it is totally fine and is meant to be like tht! i rlly don’t mind if people get shin’s pronouns or gender confused lol. the ambiguity is intentional. it actually happened quite a lot! so if this happens it means it worked hehehe 🤭

pronouns r kinda weird for me with shin cuz like they just dont rlly care, tho does hav a pref for they/them. they r the type to not care abt labels n doesnt outright identify as anything. shin just like to do whatever they want. they wont get offended or anything if u use she/her either. also, in japanese, gendered language isn’t as emphasized in the same way it is in english. given that shin is japanese, this is even less of a thing for them.

even i—the creator—am confused by shin’s gender/preferred pronouns 😭😭 but i just embraced the ambiguity at this point 😩🙏

i think we could use kurapika from hxh as an example for this? canonically he is male but for alot of the fandom he is ambiguously gendered. and also hange from aot in the manga. the anime made hange a girl but i don’t think it was ever specified in the manga tho.

i do think having this confusing and unspecified vibe is very much like shin who doesn’t think too much abt any of this, and i like to keep it tht way! which is why u may notice why i didnt say anything abt their gender at birth. i do have a gender in mind but i also dont rlly care either.

i hope i didnt offend anyone abt this. if i said smth wrong feel free to correct me but do keep it respectful and civil! lets all be nice ☺️

if you reached the end, thank you for coming to my ted talk ☺️💕

[byanyan]

:)

[batsplat]

“og 4 aliens very particular vibe in being ‘three distinct flavours of socially awkward loner and also valentino rossi’” LMAO I WAS JUST THINKING THIS!!!!!! That he has the funniest possible 3 foils in that era bc like…those three guys could not be less his vibe ~personality wise if they tried. And actually tbf I do think they WERE trying a lot of the time. Feeling very curious if you think there’s anything to the idea of how Marc was the first alien-era rival he had who was more on his level all around? Like early days Marc was kind of just 😀😀😀 all the time but I do think he can be v charming and is clearly extroverted as hell (tho like…notably also a loner but like…not by choice??). Like idk where im going w this but the contrast is interesting to me. IDK

to some extent! I'm not sure I'd necessarily call marc an extrovert, you can be charismatic and cheerful without being an extrovert - but also this is splitting hairs. the og four aliens are one guy who's on the 'roughly as extroverted as you can possibly get as a professional athlete' end of the spectrum and three guys who are on the 'roughly as introverted as you can possibly get as a professional athlete' end. now, tbh, I don't think valentino massively minded this. he's extroverted but crucially he's also got enough charm going for him that he could get his rivals to chat with him if he was so inclined. he had an increasingly friendly relationship with dani, there's real genuine warmth in how both of them talk about each other - ultimately dani might have been quite sullen and withdrawn in general, especially in his early years, but he got on well with valentino. casey and valentino had perfectly decent interpersonal chemistry, they got on well, and tbh they were still warm with each in-person long past the point where that relationship had rhetorically soured. with jorge... I mean, okay, no chemistry there, but that was also very much valentino's choice. I do not fundamentally doubt valentino's ability to charm twenty year old jorge lorenzo. I think just because they were DIFFERENT characters, that doesn't necessarily mean they weren't valentino's *type* personality-wise, like he does seem to be happy enough to be the chatty one who draws them out of their shells in that scenario. unless competitive necessity requires otherwise!! but as marc discovered, somewhat higher levels of extroversion does not protect you if that's the case

I will say I know you do put alien-era as a caveat, but it is still important to point out that marc is very much not the first valentino rival who doesn't fall in the introverted loner camp. valentino had a rival who matched his vibe!! who he had a real proper off-track friendship with, who he went on holidays with, who he had a warm relationship with for substantially longer than the marc/valentino honeymoon lasted. I think you can see the early marc era as a bit of a return to the friendlier vibes of the early noughties, but crucially it is a return. the early noughties was the last gasp before the sport came to be completely dominated by a bunch of young prodigies who had been moulded into perfect athletes and had less chance to grow into people outside of the sport - valentino is already part of that camp in everything but temperament, cf the contrast with biaggi. in the early noughties, he was surrounded by a bunch of older riders who varied dramatically in disposition... biaggi was the guy everyone had issues with, capirossi was always fond of valentino, kr jr he got on well with, he played a mentoring role for in hayden's rookie season... and of course, most importantly, the friendship with sete - now there's an obscenely friendly rivalry right until the very moment when it isn't. 2013-14 is a bit of a return to that more congenial climate, but at the end of the day that lot were still less likely to socialise than riders were back in the day. they just didn't have the time lol

so yeah, I mean. valentino clearly did take to marc on a personal level, and marc is definitely closer to valentino on the introversion/extroversion spectrum than the three other aliens are. though that is also... not difficult. there is something quite funny about how 2006-07 went from valentino's pov. the engine regs changed, valentino literally blinked and suddenly all his opps were toddlers. went from goofing off with capirossi on the sepang 2006 podium to running a daycare centre overnight. and marc is part of that! it's also a massive change in that suddenly, valentino was surrounded by rivals who had been influenced by watching him ride as they grew up and were all really, really, really weird about him. marc with his little bike collection, jorge with his dabbling in pseudoscientific schools of psychology, casey and his championship-winning shirt, dani... well, tbf, I do actually think dani was pretty normal about valentino - probably because he'd known him the longest. had gotten drunk with valentino in the days when the bloke was just an idol and not a god. which is an underrated reason why the dani/valentino relationship never got so weird imo, one that goes beyond competitive calculus - dani was the most capable of interacting with valentino as just another guy. with all three of marc/jorge/casey, that idolisation dynamic does contribute significantly to the interpersonal turmoil

but that's a topic for another day! in conclusion, marc defo the dispositionally cheeriest foil of the alien lot, albeit somewhat by default, and WAS part of the reason why motogp got a bit of a mood lift in that 2013-14 period after what had just been a dire few years vibes-wise. mediocre racing, devastation caused by the financial crisis, tragedy... motogp was feeling quite lifeless in 2011-12 in particular, and those years do have a bit of a drab energy to them. in that sense, what followed was a bit of a reversion to the mean until the vibes completely went off the cliff. have they ever recovered? who can say

[averlym]

" just...come here. just sit here with me" (...that one scene from princess momonoke, click for better resolution)

[stealingpotatoes]

Since you finished JFO

opinions on each mantis crewmember?

cal: baby. baby boy. i love him so much i'm holding him so tight he's been through so much and his whole story before and during JFO's so interesting and so cool very fun to have a jedi who was just Hiding not trying to fight at first

bd-1: baby baby baby best friend baby

cere: director said cut but whoever made the characters for JFO heard 'serve cunt' and thats why they managed to one up Cal with such a complex and interesting character

greez: the only way I can describe him is he's an Uncle. uncle greez <3 i love him he's so good. he doesn't know what's happening w all this jedi malarkey but he's trying his best and i love him and he loves cal and this funky lil found family <3

merrin: [borat voice] mai wiiiife

that one boggle whatever the fuck it was called: why did i need this to get the full crew achievement. like sure its adorable but why

[kangpingyu]

why is gif making becoming a lost art in fandom spaces

[trevisos]

i think the only thing that would make the xarrastarion harper ending au work is acknowledging they’re not Good harpers. they’re actively bad harpers. like i don’t think they would Stop extorting people (explicitly against the harper code) and would not go all that far out of their way to help anyone without expecting compensation (again. against harper code) and are like, not really That concerned with the consequences of their actions usually. but Also they’re both personally invested in like, freedom and ending slavery and tyranny to some extent, and are definitely very good at the sort of manipulation that makes up most of harper work. and like the idea of them as absolutely piss poor harpers Morally but extremely effective when it comes to Getting Things Done is so so so silly. they’re like jaheira’s problem children. they’re wandering up and down the sword coast breaking most of the harper rules and flashing their little harper pins like get out of jail free cards but they’re also absolutely able to dismantle entire slaver operations in a day and a half. they’re just also claiming at least half of the loot for themselves instead of redistributing it

[rosykims]

tga tomorrow 🧍‍♀️ heres how dragon age girlies can still win

[seventh-district]

several days and 15 thousand words later, i am relieved to report that the suffocating urge to Write Something has been sated and no longer has me in a chokehold

[seiwas]

will reply to more messages tomorrow ! i must sleep nao !!!

[anotheruntitledsong]

i did like the hidden palace but (SPOILER if anyone hasn't read it?) i'm genuinely so annoyed at how Arbeely is handled like... I wish i could be sad but i'm just fucking irritated. I was overly invested in him and that's def why but i just feel like they did him dirty

[qeyond]

Anyway, Happy Pride! Here's my BirthdayMassacre playlist.

[zackmartin]

hiiiiiii zzzzzzz (pronounced zeeeeee) ummmm i love you sososo much ur the cooliest fr and ur my fav big sibling mwah mwah ily 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶💞💘💓💘💗💘❤️‍🩹❤️‍🔥❣️❤️‍🩹💟❤️‍🔥💟💓💘💞💞💟💞🩷

also i scrolled thru yr entire lizzie tag and wow u mean so much to me and i mean so much to u and i maybe cried a little bit and idk where im going with this ok i lobe u goodnighty &lt;3

that's honestly how i pronounce it in my head, our minds You can't tell me these things, I'm gonna get an ego!! Like, I'm Lizzie's fav big sibling 😎💁🏼 But literally you're my favoritist little sibling and you're right you DO mean so much to me, ily so so so much 🥺💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

[phagodyke]

istg one of these days.......

[little-mimikyuwu]

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