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hospitalterrorizer · 1 year

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diary30

10/4-5/2023

wow, 30 of these.

i don't know what to put here today, i did work on a song, i got the riff(s) down and the drums so it needs a bassline, there's a part that can use some synth accompaniment, that's cool, i cannibalized some parts/ideas from the synth demo thing i posted the other day, and i also used that guitar sound in an older song cuz it seemed like it'd fit.

now i'm thinking if i ought to go re-record some vox for that old song, who knows, i should decide that tomorrow because it's late now, and i make dumb decisions about stuff when i get in my head and it's late.

i guess now, i'm just thinking about the band the hellp. i quite like them, i think they're super exciting and also maybe one of the more complicated things to hit the scene in a while, not cuz of the sea change people into them/this current thing (which you can call indie sleaze but the band denies it and they're mostly ahead of everyone doing that right now (sidenote, it's very interesting to me how there's people from soundcloud making this jump, in particular 2hollis, this guy i dislike completely musically and i think he might suck socially/politically (miladymaker associations but does that mean anything if you live in nyc really?))). but the aside brings us to one of the complexities w/ the hellp which is their association with that whole new york thing that's basically skewed super reactionary. it's not a complexity because it's like, something you have to weigh in value, but it's complex because of the reasons someone might decide that they're at least doing something right, it's all newyorker selfsuck obv but it seems hugely appealing for artists/anyone who believes that there's a lack of sorting out of noise from signal rn, they're super obsessed with bareness and expressing reality really and so on (thinking back on the thoughts i was having about the obsessions these people have w/ stock images aesthetically). they often have really bizarre misreadings of leftist writers, bataille, byung chul han, even like, marx, baudrillard (noah dillon, singer of the band, is also a photographer, he seems very influenced by baudrillard when he talks about his photography and never names him, but the shadow of poststructuralist theory looms large over his work and how he conceives of himself, it seems). if i could imagine any reason for people to want to tether themselves to that scene, i'd say it's maybe one of the things most able to confer, by association, some kind of meaning, place, and status. coming at a time where everyone feels pretty dislocated and disabled when it comes to making art and it being received at all, really, that seems basically valuable, it's so niche and arcane that if you do blow up, who is going to know or care, or catch the weird things you say in interviews, and if you stay niche and arcane, you've got a base somewhere at least who will rep your merch and buy your music on bandcamp so that way you can feel like you're kind of a success, or something. it's only i guess complex if this stuff catches you in any way, the music, the ugliness of that scene, and two guys who, from what i know, are basically nice and normal if weird, one made a slightly exploitative feeling documentary about native reservations and addiction, it's very short and i feel like its heart is in the right place, maybe, or maybe it's just looking to shock you with poverty porn, i can't tell entirely, it feels like it wants to expose you to truth and how it feels to be there, and not say anything about it, and not say anything about the things that are in any of those people's lives, faith and the army are paid to w/ special attention, and i guess it's evident how destructive they are but in presentation of the band, he talks about how america has no faith anymore, and no patriotism, and it's almost with a kind of apathy he says this, he cares obviously, but there's also a remove. i can only read it as a callout to everyone else who is just like that. it's not like i need people making music to be perfect, so it's not like i'm upset these guys are weird, it's just fascinating to me, i don't think they're fascist, i think they might just be trying to fit in with something and looking for something to jump off of to give the music some kind of cache/meaning so it can work, work meaning, i dunno, lyrical content to use, a place to criticize from, a character and visual history to engage with. they want to be about america, in a super total way i think, they also really want to be about girls or femininity in some way. the video for tu tu neurotic really brings that home i think.

something something, vapidity, sincere embrace of some kind of trashiness (so you can tell why i love them) the lyric "we're addicted to the pain so it just won't leave"

tu tu neurotic also has very strange lyrics in reference to native people too, that feel basically connected to the stereotypes he probed in his short. he also says "faggot hides outside the closet" and i don't mind because it's kind of a genius lyric, i'll bat for that one. their lyrics are kind of a cluster of nothings that run through a head.

i'm gonna see them live here, next week, w/ yves tumor, which is like crazy exciting i guess. i still haven't listened to yves' new record, but i love the last one.

also i bring up nyc a lot here, but the hellp are an la band, which makes their efforts to fit in funnier/sadder, like they're displaced no matter what, no matter where they are.

thinking about them made me write a tiny bit, that's funny, they started the story i've been working on sort of, or they helped locate the sort of place the narrator's stuck in.

now i'm listening to crystal castles. i'm #stupid.

i want glasses that take up half my face. just so i can really achieve the look, and the internet's gone out, that's so annoying, i hope i don't lose any progress on this or anything.

okay it came back, or i dunno, maybe.

cox are so stupid/annoying with it, they throttle stuff for no reason it seems like, inexplicable and stupid.

i wonder if tomorrow i'm gonna get to record vox or anything or not. i'm up until 4 now, so annoying i am so stupid. i also feel ugly suddenly. exciting stuff, i spent maybe 40 minutes plucking hair from my face just now i think i dunno maybe less but it felt like a while. it's important to do that so i don't feel maximum ugly, and instead i just feel regular ugly until i get manic and then i think i'm kind of pretty and the cycle repeats until i have a bad day and feel maximum ugly anyways and think about killing myself 100 times in a row.

anyways i feel like maybe it's good that i put pictures in these because it sort of helps me feel like i'm actually scrapbooking parts of my life for real or something and this is the 30th one and there's a selfie i didn't post from when i went to the movies and whatever. i dunno. it's vain i guess. i'm vain because when i was 9 years old i saw that girl who stood on a table looking crazy/creepy and everyone called her creepychan and i thought i should be just like that. now i'm just oversharing in a really sad way. whateverrrr.

it's so easy for me to get into a mood. i'm not even in a bad mood really. if someone were talking to me i guess i would be but since i'm alone i'm just kind of sad. almost said something insane that doesn't need to be said. i don't feel tired at all though.

today was mostly very normal. not a lot happened, i felt good even at points, i think this sudden bout of whatever is just because i'm crazy and i wish lighting was good all the time, and i don't think it's like, cope, to think maybe lighting is bad and it treats my face bad and that i'm not actually misshapen, but i can't help but think/feel that anyways,

so, byebye!!

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justrandomselfships · 1 year

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Heather and friends

Yeah I do feel kinda guilty how me writing down literally all of my platonic F/O talk is shorter than the Sylvain post. I just did some general info tho didn't go in too deep

BUT FUCKING HELL I STILL DON'T HAVE A CYRIL TAG

Claude

Heather is affectionate with friends: for Claude she likes to poke him the most.

Yeah they are just >:)

Teasing is their friendship language and dear GOD they don't pass any opportunity.

Ofctheyteaseeachotherabouttheircrushes

They always make up stories of what made them friends. It still is a mystery when and how they became so close.

Claude likes to joke that they became close because they started making bets and she ended up being his temporary poison tester- for example (and that's what he'd be introducing her with to Byleth saying how she's much more durable than she seems)

But I'd be lying if I said she never tried his poisons... The devil in her head won, is what happened.

They also trust each other on an ultimate level. Heather doesn't keep any secrets from Claude but she doesn't expect him to do the same. She's just unable to hide a single thing from him. The millisecond she figures out her feels for Sylvain Claude knows etc.

In time skip when Heather is in AM route she's worrying about her bestie 24/7. Ik I mentioned it in the Sylvain post but it's important to bring it up again. Literally when he sent that letter she was READY to go there all on her own solo the fucking army.

Didn't do CF so can't say what's happening in there. But she'd be devastated to fight Claude ❤️

Hilda

Heather is affectionate with friends: Hilda has the most hugs reserved. They also hold hands when shopping together!

Although they don't really have a lot of common interests they just get each other yk?

They're both lazy, don't like training or fighting and they certainly love cute things.

Heather is one of the few people Hilda doesn't have to worry about in battle... But instead she's concerned with Heather's private life and how she doesn't seem to fight for things she cares about.

Even though she was at first really not convinced with Heather's feelings for Sylvain it didn't take much for her to change her mind. The three often hang out, but only after Heather told Hilda about her crush was when she started to really look at how the two interact.

Heather actually doesn't mind doing Hilda's work every once in a while. When there is a assignment she likes (like stable duty for example) she'd be willing to replace her.

Hilda ofc dolls Heather up whenever they have the chance. Having self-care day is just their favorite thing ever.

You KnOW that she'd be Heather's maid of honor for her wedding with Sylvain. But I'm adding this because it's important to me yk...

If they happen to be apart due to only one of them being recruited to another class, the two continued to send each other letters to make sure they're alright... But after some time they stopped.

Cyril

Heather is affectionate with friends: for Cyril it's mostly patting his shoulder/back. At first he found it odd but when he asked her why she did so she told him that this is how she shows that she appreciates him!

So he started doing the same! How cute.

She doesn't get in his way, but Heather and Cyril's relationship can be compared to Ashe and Cyril's. The difference being that she's somewhat of a sister figure to him.

He often points out Heather's ridiculous standards towards herself compared to others. And each time if hits her like a truck.

Being called out by a 14 y/o is just a shocker lol

Although he doesn't need any protecting, Heather can and WILL scream at anyone making mean comments about him. Especially if him being from Almyra is brought up.

He doesn't really know what to think of her for the most part, but he trusts her and he's not afraid to talk about his troubles with her.

And she'd turn the world upside down to help him! They can always count on each other. But Heather doesn't bother him with her personal problems (stuff like suitor situation), but that's just because she knows how brutally honest he'd be about it. Even if he didn't understand it, he'd still be right.

Buut she wouldn't know about his reading problem, only because it never had to be brought up to be honest.

Hey, I'm a Cy//sithea trash btw. So you know she'd be curious about their bond developing. It's not as in she'd immediately think they're in love. But she was definitely thrilled that he was making more friends! Of course time skip changed some things around so she'd be teasing him just for it to be ineffective he'd be like "Yes, I like her??? Why are you surprised??"

#🦌 scheming with a deer 🤡#🥀 fragile flower 🛡️#self insert #self ship #self shipping #selfship #oc x cannon #my self insert #self shipping community #oc x cc #kinda self ship related #platonic fictional other #platonic self ship

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the-firebird69 · 1 year

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There are a few idiots who don't get what's going on we get what's going on. It's don't understand anything he tried to make a reservation all afternoon was on hold and fell asleep and it was on hold for 45 minutes and he tried to get them to call back and they did not the first time the volume was turned down and you had adjusted his settings and really it's very quiet in the first place extremely spoiled people and we don't want to hear about this but we don't want to hear from you either what you're doing is illegal and we're going to arrest you and get you arrested I'm going to try and convict you for holding us friend here my husband for kidnapping and for abuse and you'll stand trial for it and everybody is going to do it and they said it too these idiots are expending all their people we'll get to get revenge by putting them through the mill as it is Trump is going through it every day it's so stupid he can't remember that they're doing it and why and they just keep doing it because of stupid a****** won't stop doing it they look at dumb dog that's been injured if so dumb we're going to hurt you very badly for what you're doing right now Trump and for you idiots are doing and stuff you into a pizza oven no wonder this happened to you everybody is saying and they went after you too today you guys lost huge numbers giant numbers of you your base is in the eastern hemisphere are totaled in your areas of operation are crippled they're going to do it in the Western hemisphere and it's really the empire they have to you're schmucks. You can't do a simple task without having all sorts of moronic s*** happen and threatening Oblivion to each other and everybody else and we can't stand you anymore you're all done.

We're going to deliver a message no it's you and your assholes and you're talking to your other a****** you're out there fighting and there's a final ring being made it's 70 miles from the 75 it's almost 2/3 of the way across Florida and everybody wants it out we need it out but I guess there has to be a battle to prove it shouldn't be there he says it might not prove that it is might just keep making it so we know what to do and it can't be like this she said so we are requesting information but right now they're going to tell us the statistics and it will lead to the information

Hera

There's some big forces that do not want this asinine fight to go on they're telling them to knock it off to clear that s*** out of there and our son is right we need to get together Max foreigners and us and discuss what to do about this ring s*** it's a it's a dangerous president and about the ships and we cannot allow it these two groups are out of control one is about to bite the big one and it might save a lot of effort but we could help it along as three major superpowers and also to take care of a part of the clone army it has gone insane our son is on your massive amounts of duress the ships too big and it's too much it can't continue.

Thor Freya

We are with you on that one we do need to pull that stuff out of there and get them out we do know that they just come back and try and do it again and we don't end up doing what they're doing but we can't allow them to keep growing and to have martial law in Florida and we might not be able to access the place and nobody might be able to and that's a problem and it's a growing problem moving hardware in it as we speak we should have an emergency meeting and we agree we should meet and decide what we should do if we should have a meeting following what our actual thinking is on it maybe we'll have some quick solutions or maybe I'll have questions we should meet in a couple hours it's a good idea he proposed it and I accept it

Macs

Me too hear it it is a decent idea we need an emergency right now meeting because they are moving hardware in and it's the three and the bosses know they're not leading them and they're in trouble it doesn't mean much no it does but we need to meet now quickly and decide a present course of action maybe we all agree

Foreigners

Then I said we're going to meet and we'll have a quick meeting or we'll sit and we'll decide on what we're going to decide on and we'll see if we have any common ground we're going to go from there and arrange future meetings within the next hour or two and and so on regarding this particular issue the ships will have to come later but we cannot allow them to continue to expand and our son and daughter are great but they don't have the combat experience or the experience in wars to properly delineate what to do besides removing the outer ring and that will cause problems but we may end up doing that by decree by all three parties and the rings are just to keep people who are nasty out and huge war parties but that might not be necessary if there were no rings and no people of that particular group and we need to talk about it and he doesn't have the inside information

Thor Freya

I'm going forwards with us now and we're all in agreement to meet and we shall

Olympus

We of course have to be there we got a so called generals but we have to keep an open mind it says no you're not going to be at this particular meeting dammit and I agree with that but they told him they want to stop these people from martial law in Florida and it's against the federal government to and they are one of the groups supposedly I agree that they need to stop doing this they're too small and they're getting us all killed whatever I have left if anything

Mac

We agreed to this is not our doing and there are people supposedly but they are all gifted and they're disobeying all the orders and he says I should cya. I do know how to do that I'm going to have to back out of this group and they don't help me anyways it's a massive hassle it's gross like these idiots near him and I suppose I have a small group somewhere and it's true they're called foreigners and I'm going to have to talk to them after the meeting and I need to this has been a long hard road and these people heard a lot of people of mine and they're supposedly working for me and they're not they're using my name in pain in vain and we cannot afford to have martial law because they're getting their asses kicked he says that their intent would be to stop them at their current ring and that they will probably just destroy the ring every time they try and put it up and I do understand that

Biden

They're going to meet and discuss our forces well they're not really our forces and we're not coughing out they copped out on us and they destroyed our normal kids and said we would opt for idiots and help them and we told them what to do and they don't listen like they don't listen to him and all fighting to the death and they're missing the main objective and they won't get to it and it is how it went back in the past but things are too fast in times of changed and I'm hoping that they stop doing this and pull out it doesn't look it and they're going to get all of our bases and everything destroyed they don't follow orders anyways they're monitoring around as the empire and we can't have it

Stan

We're going to the meeting now and it's good that they're saying this and they are establishing reasons why they're not in charge and these people are treasonous and that's why it is a pretty big group they're getting pummeled and will be out shortly the other morlock won't and we need to establish order without having militarized zones within the state within the United States that has our guest in it

Empire

We have something to say you people are all online you more luck and you three and I don't understand what the hell you're doing you're going to coordin yourselves off you're the same group and my two you're a nutcase you're out of your mind you're going to go to this carnival and Trump's wife is going to kill you with a ring or some dumb s*** and you think it's the devil leave my son alone you moron. This is terrible and you can't even make a reservation for a bus cuz you're all fighting you're a bunch of idiots I'll tell you what he sent the email in in time if you guys mess this up we're going to come down there and take over that stupid bus thing it should be a public transit system and it's horrible

Cimmilla he says minorities can help get that going and they usually do so I'm going to talk to them but this is a huge issue we have rings and a potential military takeover of Florida and they would try and secede from the United States they said we can't have this they want to sit there and threaten my son my only son he says it's an important job I realize what he say and to bring him to Australia just to screw over America and everybody else we can't stand you you have to stop and there's going to be a formal declarations issued from Washington DC at some point you seem to have invaded up here and you're being extracted by force and you're asking for it everybody's doing it and we have to and we're helping Biden Ken has only a few people and we have several but we get along with foreigners and so does he he's a foreigner but by bloodline we can't stand you people you're horrible

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boop-le-snoot · 3 years

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previously on...

Chapter 5. We have stucky, we have stevesambucky friendship, we have a new place to live and strange being a good guy because tony definitely ranted at him. Also, we're beginning the creepy part of the plot. I have decided that sam will be one of the main platonic characters in this story because I love sam.

fun fact: I used to be a creepypasta writer! Going back to my roots here, hehe.

Things had stated changing, for better or worse, much sooner than I had been prepared for - but was anyone, ever, really ready for the next big step? Certainly not me - the view that greeted me after I'd finished my shift at Jeremy's was peculiar and unexpected, so I froze, eyebrows high at the two super-soldiers parked, once again, illegally, right in front of the entrance door.

"Hi, doll," Bucky was reclined against his boyfriend comfortably, his bike standing a pace behind Steve's, who nodded companionably, a sheepish grin on his face.

"G'day," I nodded, eyeing them warily. "I think I know where this is going..."

"No, no, nothing like that," both men frantically waved their hands around, Steve coming up close to approach me slowly. "You're not in trouble. I came out here to say thanks," giving a sappy look to the grouch that was his boyfriend, Steve reached into his pocket and handed me a slip of paper. "Just, uh..."

"Those are our phone numbers. Don't hesitate to give either one of us a call if someone bothers you," Bucky took over the stammering blonde, shaking his head at the soft blush that blossomed on the good captain's face. The brunette wrapped an arm around Steve's shoulders with a shy smile of his own. "Or if you, I don't know, need someone to carry your groceries or something," he snorted. "The punk wouldn't leave it alone until we came out personally to thank you, the sap."

The laughter bubbled up from my chest as I grabbed and pocketed the paper, throughly amused and at the endearing gesture. "Sure, thanks."

"And, uh," Bucky's eyes briefly looked to the side. "We'd appreciate if you keep the status of our relationship to yourself for now. We're not, like, officially out yet."

I froze in place, mouth falling open. Surely they were aware that anybody with a functional pair of eyes could see that they were much more than 'good, lifelong friends'. "No problem, guys. Lemme know if anyone gives you shit about it though, this place," I gestured to the café behind me, "is strictly paparazzi and homophobe-free."

Steve's grin grew even more genuine. "Yeah, we heard all about it from Tony and Stephen. Said 'twas the only place they go these days."

I wasn't aware of that. "It's the paps, isn't it?" I remembered Tony's remarks.

Bucky shook his head, the metals of his prosthetic arm whirring as it recalibrated. "Not only. The public hasn't had the best reaction to a man goin' out with a man," the brunette looked away to the side, where Steve's face had fallen considerably. "And Tony's an eccentric rich man. We're jus' two soldiers. The US Army won't be too happy if we... Came out," both men were crestfallen yet determined.

I had a hunch nothing would be able to separate the two - seeing as not even seventy-odd years and brainwashing and ice couldn't keep the captain and his sarge apart, I doubted that a few government weasels could successfully do the job. Even so, it was unpleasant, to say the least, to see them deny themselves something that technically was perfectly fine in the 21st century.

I chewed on my lip, gathering my wits. "I've clocked out, I can tell you this as a friend- as a person. You don't owe the army jack shit. They do not own you, you are your own person that they experimented their German knockoff steroids on. Respectfully, fuck that shit." I firmly stated my opinion, figuring that there should have been at least someone that told Steve that he is more than his star-spangled uniform and giant metal frisbee.

The blonde scrunched his eyebrows together, fingers gripping onto his belt until the knuckles went white, the hard line of his jaw set firm.

Bucky laugh took me by surprise. "Agreed, doll. I'm too old to be hiding in back alleys and shit," he clapped on his boyfriend's shoulder. "Although I'm happy enough with just not going to prison for bein' in love with this idiot."

"Jerk," Steve's responding pout was downright adorable now that I knew the circumstances surrounding their relationship.

Which wasn't exactly surprising. As a barista, I knew my fair share about my regulars' love lives, their jobs, their kids. The tea was almost always piping hot. "Bye, boys," I smiled at them warmly, throwing a glance at the time, adjusting the strap of my bag for comfort. "Stay outta trouble!"

Steve scrambled for his bike, having noticed my pointed gesture. "Sorry, didn't mean to hold you back. There, I have a spare helmet," he gestured behind him. "I'll give you a ride."

"There's no way in Hell I'm getting on that death trap!" I shouted cheerfully, walking briskly towards my second job, hiding a laugh in the warmth of my scarf as two very offended motorcycle-loving gay fossils sped past me, making truly incredible amounts of noise. Good for them.

Odette was content to let me rummage around the bodega without showing herself more than necessary, taking her appointments and doing- well, witch stuff, I guess, only coming out to poke at the various jars for ingredients.

"Star, I have a proposition for you," right before closing time, Odette's voice filled out the store with its low drawl. "A good friend of mine owns an apartment building, not far from here actually, and one tenant recently moved out. It's a safe space for those who are different," she enunciated the last word, fixing it with a pointed stare. "She's not overly fond of total strangers coming to live there. The rent is reduced and the apartment itself is slightly bigger and more fashionable than yours..."

"Where's the catch?" I found myself interrupting her. I wouldn't lie: the reduced rent and increased size of the apartment did interest me, as well as the probability of a kinder, more involved landlord. My current one was - not the best, but such was life in the NYC.

"There are a few rules to follow, rules that might seem strange at first but they'll make sense in time. And your neighbors might be also a little... Unusual," Odette carefully studied my face for any signs of displeasure.

I sighed.

And then I sighed some more as I was signing my new lease in a few days' time, having spoken with Porter, my new landlord, and his boyfriend who had claws and fangs- after so much time spent around Odette's, I didn't even blink. The couple liked me enough to extend a secure but flexible offer and some furniture to choose from the attic where they kept the spares.

I quite liked the large, vintage couch I placed next to the wide bow windows in the living room. The floors were hardboard and well-kept, the walls a nice, homely shade of green and Porter didn't mind any new holes in them that might arise from hanging up decorations. I scheduled a thrift crawl at the next possible opportunity, happy with the "good employee" bonus Odette had given me after I sealed the deal.

My stuff was boxed up, a sleepless night and a call to a begrudging Jeremy to have a couple of days off to move; I was, thankfully, not late on my schedule and all that I had left was to rent a car to move the boxes of my things and the few pieces of furniture I had decided to keep - my haul in Porter's attic had been incredibly rewarding and my new apartment had all the basics to make it look like a warm, inviting bohemian home in a while.

My phone rang suddenly, startling interruption to the romcom I was watching as I ate my last lunch in my old apartment. "Hello?" I answered the number without looking.

"Hi, doll," Bucky's voice rang out cheerful. "A little witch told me you were moving. I thought you might need a hand?"

I blanked momentarily, the thought of enlisting two very busy super-soldiers to haul ten boxes and two endtables worth of stuff not having crossed my mind at all. "Is this the moment when you stop by my house just to unattach and put your prosthetic arm somewhere and leave?" I asked, hearing distinctive snickering - several more people were with him.

The cheer in his voice blossomed into a full belly laugh. "You're funny," he teased me. "And thanks for the idea. But no, I have a room full of men that have nothing better to do but get on my nerves. Might as well make 'em useful," his accented drawl thickened the more we spoke. Muted cheers rang out in the background.

"Uh, sure," who was I to look a gift horse in the mouth? I rattled off my address and warned them I didn't have a car, after which Bucky assured me it will be taken care of. The last remaining knick-knacks packed away, I went down to take out the trash, and returned to four people standing in front of my apartment building, all except one unrecognisable in their civilian clothes. "Hello," I waved at them, side-eyeing the tallest, grumpiest man of the bunch.

Stephen Strange was there, looking around curiously, hands in the pockets of his plain grey hoodie. I had already forgotten how normal he looked without his robes, and, frankly speaking, I preferred him like that. His title and the attire that came with it were quite intimidating.

"Hey there," a dark-skinned man who I recognised to be the Falcon, raised his hand. I had not met him yet. "I'm Sam, Sam Wilson. You must be the Star we're helping?" His quick once-over and the tilt to his lips; the ease with which he flirted had me brandishing smirks of my own. I led them all upstairs, Stephen's silence being just so loud. Sam, however, had no such reservations. "So, you're a witch, right?" Wow, subtlety was his middle name.

"Yes, I'll show you my broomstick," I deadpanned, wiggling my eyebrows at him with a grim look.

"Woah woah," Sam raised his hands as the three men behind us snickered loudly. "What happened to 'how are you? let's have dinner sometime'?"

I did my best imitation of an evil cackle as I let them through my front door. The four newcomers looked around my nearly empty apartment with muted interest before zeroing in on the pile of things in the corner: a few pieces of furniture and nearly taped boxes. Should be a walk in the park for four men.

A hand on my arm pulled me from the stupor of observing Sam, Bucky and Steve act like a well-oiled trio, bantering and teasing each other as they discussed how to best move the things.

"Look," Stephen Strange had all the appearance of a chastised puppy. "I wanted to apologize for my behaviour that day. I was out of line," the low notes in his voice made the appearance of the apology being somewhat reluctant. Tony probably put him to it after our little burger run.

Irregardless, I wasn't looking to make any enemies. "Me too, I was under stress - not that I'm using it as an excuse," to give where it's due, I nodded at the sorcerer, immediately awestruck by the easy, boyish smile that stretched on his lips.

"You are strong," he added. "If you would like to learn our ways, we would welcome you." There was a spark in his eyes, something belonging to man that respected and collected knowledge. My own respect for him grew immensely just from that one thing.

"I'll think about it," I offered amicably, however, I still leaned heavily towards a negative answer to that particular proposition. I liked my current way of life.

Strange's grin made a momentary second appearance, until Sam's voice rang loudly: "Fire in the hole, Wizard-man," causing the former to groan loudly and look at me.

"Think about your new place for a second," he spoke, briefly touching out fingertips. As soon as that was over, a golden circle with my new living room on the other side of it appeared quietly, Strange's hands immediately going back into his pockets after that. I sighed and pointed the men into it, stepping in a second after. The sorcerer wasn't far behind. "You could learn that, too, you know," he added wryly, having seen my look of mild envy directed at him.

"I think I'll be good with having the 'pissed off the sorcerer Supreme and lived' pass for now," I retorted with an eyeroll, turning around to stare him down.

He had the decency to look somewhat sheepish, at least. "I'm not like my predecessor," his words were chosen carefully. "And, to be honest, I have no clue as to why your... Boss is so hostile towards me- us," Strange looked around the room before unceremoniously beelining for the couch and plopping down on it.

"Not to be a gossip," I started, slightly intrigued. "But Odette and some lady she called ancient had mad beef," I slipped into casual language easily, trying to recall the details of Odette's, quite often jumbled, stories. "Sounded almost like territorial disputes," I shrugged. "And the apprentices Odette took on before me found themselves in all kinds of compromising situations," I chewed on my lip. "Like the Arctic."

Strange rubbed his face with a noisy groan, large hands doing nothing to mask the resignation and slight embarrassment.

I focused on the thin, red scars on his hands - they had to have been something serious, the way slight tremors betrayed the deteriorating state of the nerves in his fingers. I frowned, quickly averting my gaze before he could catch me ogling him. The fact thag Stephen kept his hands in his pockets or covered by gloves at all times didn't go over my head.

He muttered something to himself, something that sounded like he was often forced to clean up his predecessor's mess. "I see," was the only thing he'd offered me, looking slightly pitiful and apologetic.

"Well," I started, noting the last of my stuff was about to be in its rightful place, "as long as you don't toss me into the ocean, I think we can coexist peacefully."

"Tony would kill me if I'd tried," Stephen groused.

"Probably," I agreed. "Considering the fact he hit on me, for you, it would make one hell of a lover's quarrel," my hand pointed towards the kitchen as Steve and Sam carried in the boxes aptly labeled "kitchen", looking around a place to put them down.

"Tony did what now?" Stephen's tone dropped, a wry smirk decorating his lips as he eyed me through his lashes.

"Don't ask me," I raised my palms, feeling my eyes widen. "He's chaos personified and Satan only knows what he's got on his mind."

That squeezed a laugh out of the tall man, followed by a fond, sappy smile as he looked out of my large, panoramic window, probably thinking of Tony himself. There was no doubt, Stephen Strange was utterly and throughly head over heels in love with Tony Stark. Good for them, good for them.

"A-and that's it," Bucky walked in, wiping his hands on a kitchen towel I'd provided them earlier. "I took some liberties and assembled the furniture, Steve is stacking the dishes as we speak," the brunette noisily plopped down next to me, arm carelessly thrown behind me on the back of the couch.

"Oh, um," I stammered, unused to such random gestures of kindness. "Thanks a lot, you saved me a day's worth of time and a backache," I smiled, scooting over to make some room for Sam.

"No problem, not like we had anything better to do than argue which part of the Lord of the Rings is the best," Wilson rolled his eyes, elbowing Bucky none-too-gently.

Bucky elbowed back, thus starting a horsing war between the two, causing me to scoot closer to Stephen as I attempted to avoid any flailing limbs; the sorcerer and I shared an identical, perplexed sigh as to how two grown men could easily bait each other into such juvenile behaviour.

Whatever. It was kind of endearing.

Steve emerged from the kitchen dusty but smiling, having heard the commotion, and quickly herded his guys into a semblance of decent behaviour before all of three of them left, leaving me and Stephen to go back to my old apartment and give the keys to it to the guard. That was done, too, and a portal from an alley behind my old building straight into my living room had me and Strange awkwardly hovering, saying out goodbyes and waving to each other as the golden circle rapidly shrunk in size and disappeared, golden sparks scattering across my living room carpet for a short second before they fizzled out, too.

I used the brief moment of respite to find the small piece of paper containing the rules Porter had insisted I read and take seriously; figuring it might be a good idea to give them a read before beginning to unpack, I popped open a bottle of soda, holding the itemized list written in neat cursive to my face.

The further I read, the further my eyebrows rose:

"1. Keep your door locked at all times.

2. If a person knocks on your door claiming to be the mail man, do not open the door under any circumstances. You are free to ignore the knocking - it only lasts a minute or so. After the person has left, you may open the door and check for any packages.

3. If Samantha from 3B visits you and asks you to babysit, you may do so at your personal discretion. Her twins are a handful and their daily habits are not for the ones with a weak stomach, however, they mean nothin ill and will not harm you in any way.

4. Do not use the elevator between the hours of 1 and 4 AM.

5. There are no apartments under number "7". If someone claiming to be from those apartments knocks on your door and requests entry, come up with a polite excuse to decline and send me a text message. I will take care of it.

6. There is no garden on the premises of this building. If a man approaches you, claiming to be a gardener, don't interact with him and simply walk away. He will leave you alone.

7. You may meet a girl in a polka-dot dress playing in the hallways or in the stairwell. This is Lucy. Always be polite to Lucy - you won't like what will happen if you're rude to her. She does not talk but she knows limited ASL and may request to visit you. Allow her in ONLY if you have fresh meat in your fridge (beef or mutton, preferably bloody). You might want to avoid seeing her eat, however, it might be very beneficial to make friends with Lucy. She knows a lot of things.

8. If, when taking the stairs, you encounter inconsistent numeration of the floors, such as floor 2 followed by floor 5 and etc, simply walk a flight back. It will sort itself out. The building is old and sometimes it gets confused.

Important notice: these rules apply to your guests as well. Please make sure to introduce and educate them on these matters. We will help as much as we can should a situation arise but ultimately, there are fates far worse than an untimely, however swift, death.

- Porter and Lance."

A slow, creeping dread began to gnaw at my nape, curling on like a cold snake deep in chest. As if laughing at me, the warm, welcoming embrace of the green walls and the toothy, wide smiles my landlords had given me encouraged my recently found sense of adventure, all of it mixing into a cacophony of exhilaration and unease, equally steadily driving my running brain insane.

I sighed again, immediately going to the box containing my altar and the rest of the protective items. So much for peace.

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I got some asks that really offended me. I'm a straight forward person and I never simply swallow criticisms unless I'm sure I did something wrong or ignore them if I just see it as useless. This all has to do with the last post I made where I answered an ask concerning why Taehyung is reserved and I did answer it based on my opinion but I guess it got on a lot of people's nerves. One even saying that with the rate I'm going, I'll become a jikooker or Taekooker. It was that sentence alone that spurned my reaction and all this is because i happen to focus on quite sensitive issues.

And I guess this criticism came purely because I mentioned that Taehyung isn't satisfied with being in Bts. However, people just want to pick what they want and focus on it.

Yes, I did say Taehyung isn't satisfied with where he is because he's limited. He would want to dwelve into other things apart from being in Bts but because of how packed his schedule is, he can't do this.

However, a lot of people misinterpreted my words as him being unhappy in Bts. He isn't unhappy. He has achieved so much with Bts, gained international stardom but he must want to do much more for himself. There are a lot of kpop idols who sing and at the same time act. I'm sure Taehyung wants to do that as well.

Out of all the members in Bts, the one whose character changed the most over the years is Taehyung because he had to change a lot of himself. He had to put on an identity that will appeal most to fans. Back then, even in front of the camera, he showed that wild side of him but had to stop it because it wasn't favorable for him. Fans didn't like it especially the female ones. He isn't the only one. A lot of musicians are like that especially if you are a popular one. That is called marketing image. However, with shows like BTS run, bon voyage we are able to see glimpses of their real selves, seeing them being bare faced and affectionate with one another but still, it's not the complete truth because those scenes you see still go through days and hours of editing before they are deemed okay to be displayed for public viewing.

As for going solo, that is just my own opinion. I didn't say it was for certain that he wants to be on his own, just that it's a possibility for him to want that since his career options are quite limited. Yes, he does want to produce music and stay with his members but I feel he wants more. No need to put words into my mouth. It's just like you all feel what i said was Taehyung doesn't want to be in Bts anymore because they don't let him act and do other stuff he would like to do. No! No!No!

What I mean is, Taehyung wants to be in Bts as a singer but he wants to also act and do other things that doesn't just involve being with his members all the time. He wants to widen his horizons. He might only consider going solo if he's too costrained. There are several idols that have sued their record companies due to victimization and limitation in career. An example is Hangeng a former member of super junior who sued his company after terminating his contract because they refused to let him pursue an acting career. Kris Wu of Exo left the group because it was too challenging for him. His song writing potential was limited including the crazy schedules he had to endure. However, after leaving the group, he pursued a solo career and now, he's one of the biggest and most successful actor and musician in China. There are so many of them. The reason why none of the Bts members will ever do something like this is because of how well loved and popular they are.

One thing i want to point out is that the fans aren't the reason. It is the companies they work for. If only they are more flexible and allow their idols a bit more freedom to pursue other career options, no one would think of disbanding but money is a big priority and being a singer in Bts brings in a lot of bucks. Other things are just a distraction.

In 2018, i'm quite certain Jimin was one of those who wanted to disband. He said so himself during a vlive that he had been so tired of everything. That he didn't even know why he was even doing what he was doing anymore until one day, he watched a video of one of their performances on stage, he could feel the love of armies just watching them and he regained his passion again. If you watch their speech in Mama where they exposed about their almost disbandment in 2018, Taehyung was the most distraught of them all. So much so, he even needed to be comforted. His usually composed self immediately crumbled as soon as Jin mentioned the disbandment. He cried so much even when they went back stage. This just shows just how difficult things must have been back then for him. It must have been too much for him.

Just like Jimin, Taehyung feels so much love for both his members and armies that it is enough to keep him around. I think their love for us and in each other is the only thing that still keeps BTS standing till today. Take that love away and Bts would be no more.

Anyway, all these isn't as important as when I was accused of becoming like a jikooker or Taekooker. In that case, I'll just simply delete this blog if just airing my opinions is been seen as becoming unreasonable. I have a life apart from this. I just don't sit down and begin to write whatever nonsense comes into my mind born out of fantasies or desires. I write after checking my priorities straight. Hardly any vmin shipper does this and it's because of statements like this. Criticisms like this, that makes a lot of vmin shippers chicken out of talking about vmin. Even making videos of them is a problem.

First, I don't remember telling people that Vmin are dating because I do not believe, neither can I imagine that happening. However, i'm of the opinion that they have strong feelings for each other. Both platonically and romantically. They might have had something in the past but such a thing will never work. Not in the real world. They understand nothing real may come out of it. They just hope that things will get better and can only show their affections by being supportive and caring towards each other. Just comparing me to a jikooker or Taekooker makes my entire body itch and I feel like I've been doing all these for nothing if at the end of the day, I'm been looked at as being delulu/ unreasonable.

Anyway, that is that. It's not like I can please everyone. I mainly wrote this post to clarify some things. Have a good day and keep loving Vmin and Bts.

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