#I feel like I’m getting better at backgrounds hehehehe

[charmzero]

late Valentine’s Day drawing lol

[sordidmusings]

mihawk strikes me as the type to hide any hickies that he got but admire them in private, shanks would shamelessly show them off in public, while robin is more casual and doesn't get embarrassed if someone points it out and says point blank that she made out with you and it was very nice (sanji is crying).

YOURE RIGHT AND YOU SHOULD SAY IT 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

Also that ending is sENDING ME DJFJFJFJFFK if you’re afab then Sanji would definitely be stuck struggling if those were tears of joy for knowing it happened or tears of pain that he’ll never be a part of it. Probably more of the latter. If you’re amab then those are 100% grade A, bonafide Tears of Despair 💀

Mihawk, Shanks, and Robin Hickey Headcanons

Thinking about the Mihawk, you’d have to be Smart about where you put those hickies (thighs thighs thighs-) since he’s always Tits Out and Collar POPPED. I think if he showed up with a fully buttoned shirt or turtleneck it would be more suspicious than him saying the bruises were from training 💀 (I mean maybe it was true - you could’ve been training him to let you fully take charge for once 🤷🏼‍♀️). The thought of him admiring them is what really grabs me in this. I like to think the betrayal that Oda hints at in Mihawk’s background is related to a past love (many good daydreams from this lol) so him healing enough from that to take the time to admire a mark of intimacy?? Feel satisfaction looking at a physical reminder that you belong to each other?? Find comfort in being your partner and enjoying being wanted and owned by you??? Happy brain 🫠🫠🫠

Shanks being the resident manwhore is Gospel dude and I fuckin LOVE him for that 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻 here for the energy and the good times lol I imagine that he just showed them first cuz he didn’t care to hide them. Why would it matter?? It’s obvious he’s a man with a large appetite for debauchery both light and heavy and they’re all adults on the ship so there’s no problem. Then he found he enjoyed all the jokes, whether in his favor or at his expense, whenever his crew caught a peep of an exceptionally dark or large one or an excessive art project coloring his neck and chest. But once he got with you he enjoyed it even more. He was proud edging on smug whenever others saw the marks you’ve left on him. He got to have you and they didn’t. Better yet they also got to see just how much you enjoy him. Why would he ever hide that??

R O B I N 😩 I HAVE A NEED OKOK AND OML I WAS CACKLING AT THE “and it was very nice” HDHFHFJD SO HER AND SO FUNNY 💀💀💀 imagine that conversation being how the crew finds out you’re together. They just thought you were Close Friends. And I mean they’re not wrong, there’s just some extra activities. And maybe a new type of devotion to go along with the friend one. Whoopsies 🤷🏼‍♀️. Honestly maybe even extra points if it’s also the convo where you get together because the making out just kind of Happened and you’ve been agonizing over the “what does it mEAN???” and “how do I talk to her about this???” Then she’s just like “yeah we kissed and it was great :)”. Oh so this isn’t a big secret?? She’s not ashamed?? It was great 👀 over the howls of Sanji you manage to ask her to meet with you after breakfast for a convo (and more time enjoying some “very nice” activities)

Complete side note on Robin - since sensation but not wounds seem to transfer from her copies and extra limbs/etc. that would be insanely convenient to go buck wild while also being able to be completely discrete. Of course you don’t get the same advantage 😔 which I’m sure she’d exploit to have fun watching you react to them being pointed out by the loud mouthed captain like every time (“Luffy I tOLD you already - we weren’t leaving you out of sparring!”) or maybe a nosy navigator heheheh

And on an angstier note, having gone so so so long without love, I bet physical reminders of any kind help her feel like it’s real and that’s she’s not just going to wake up and find out it was all a dream. There’s also a promise in visible proofs of love, sometimes even ones as ~scandalous~ as hickies, that you want that love and you’re proud of that love. I think Robin would find a lot of solace in anything that helps her know you’re happy and proud to love her.

Really enjoying these and may do some little vignettes of them! Undecided if I wanna throw some others in there 🤔 maybe if any Grabs Me while I think more about it haha or if anyone is possibly interested 🤷🏼‍♀️

Thank you for sending in your thoughts dear anon❣️I’ve had so much fun with them!!!! Sending love and hugs 🤍🤍🤍

Part of my little celebration!

[ignoranxed]

EDIT: I just realised I watched till ep 2 without realising and put some ep 2 content on here as well, so I'll be making a seperate post with some more content from both the wos in a bit!!

MONN guess who’s watched ep 1&2 for our #vvrewatch2024!! i was legit kicking my feet, giggling like a 15 year old, going absolutely BALLISTIC at peun and talay and their universe travelling friendship 😭😭😭

here is a brief rundown of my thoughts on these episodes. there are definitely SEVERAL more things that I thought/felt while watching but your girl isn’t so inept with an online community watch party hehe. don’t you worry, though!! that shall definitely get better in the coming few weeks!! now for the rundown

1. how young were our boys?? like ik they’re both old enough (older than me at least!!) but do you see they were such babies??? ohh man i missed my clumsy talay and my cutely annoying peun 😭😭😭 i mean just look at them mon

2. i cannot help but notice and appreciate how much care and attention this show was made with. like look at the colours in this picture

i wish i’d taken a video of this scene because what mastery. the colours, the angles, the background score, the sets, the sheer artistry of this production never ceases to amaze me and you shall be hearing a lottt more about it from me in the coming weeks, my love.

3. borrowing from my previous point, this show is soo magical, mon. like this point is just an appreciation for moments like the one below. i remember watching this one with goosebumps because the lighting, jimmy’s singing, js’s acting, the camera angles everything just makes you feel like you’re in a dream. maybe that’s how it was for peun & talay over here because i’m universe travelling ???? and i found someone from my own universe ??? like what??? too good man, i really cannot fall in love with this show enough

4. i do not have a picture for this, but throughout these eps, in the scenes where you see the switch between sea and ohm, there are so many instances where you can see the confusion/hope/conviction in sea’s face (it also translates into ohm’s btw) as he tries to get this pakorn to talk to him and get back to his universe/life. i’ll take a picture to show you in my next post maybe (because a girls texting you from work lmaoo) but this was just one of those parts where you could see the care and attention that went into making VV

5. bonus point. this scene was hilarious 🤣🤣 sea swearing will always be soo cute to me, like look at this cutie patootie swearing heheheh

6. second bonus point. again no pic, but what a gift ep1 must’ve been for the bad buddy fans?? since vv was my first bl, i was admittedly CLUELESS during my first watch of the show. with this rewatch though, since i’ve already watched bbts, i can really see how much people would’ve lost their minds during ep 1&2. the fact that we even got milklove??? chef’s kiss 🤌🏽🤌🏽🤌🏽

that’s all of my thoughts for the first 2 eps mon!! i cannot wait to hear your thoughts babe, and sooo excited for this communal rewatch experience :)))

@stormyoceans @cryingoverweiying get on with the watch and tell me your thoughts asap, besties!!

[1d1195]

Hiii Sam!! It feels like it’s been forever omg😭😭 I will try my best to respond without it being so long lol

I think by now all the guys have posted about it and ngl that was brutal for so many reasons! I didn’t even know what Louis had to go through and now with this it’s so :( and it’s okay! I feel like we all have para-social tendencies especially if we’re fangirls or whatever. But it’s understandable since you basically grew up with them and they were your everything at one point! and for better or for worse knowing about his own grief and how he deals with it is expected.

We did talk about it! And it is cute that people took the time to check in! I think it took everyone by surprise so of course checking up on friends who were/are in love with them seemed like a nice thing to do! Oh I definitely don’t agree with the stamens that you’re forgettable!! I think for the people who take time to know you, like actually know you, to them you are more than just a girl who loved 1D!

Sadly no new hot TA updates 😔 though he did come with his shirt basically it buttoned again one day so YES THIS MF KNOWS WTF HES DOING!!! My first thought when I saw him that day was “whore” BUT I MEAN IT IN THE MOST LOVING WAY😭 And I know I’m not the only one who thinks he’s hot like I’m sure I overheard a convo while going into the room lol

I LOVE when you ramble!! Even if they don’t make sense, they make sense to me!!!! I think you did mention the series!! DID YOU GET THAT NEW BOOK?!? HOW IS IT?! Will it replace the current book bfs?! Or will he be a new one on his own??

How are YOU doing though? I think the last time we talked you mentioned being busy and just not feeling good. Are you able to take a bit of a break for yourself? Please do so if you can!!

I’ve missed you so much it’s crazy😭 met someone from Boston last weekend and their name was Sammy??! So my brain immediately thought about you and how lame it’s been not being able to chat 😭 it’s been so busy these past two weeks I can’t! I simply don’t have time :( School is crazy like midterm season is here and I can’t lol I haven’t even been able to read your newest story yet😭 definitely a priority when i hopefully have time!

Missed you so so much my love!! Hope the week is treating you well! ILY!!-💜

OMG you lapped me in messages 😭

This week absolutely curb stomped me. But it's over. It’s fine. I was really overwhelmed and had a couple REALLY long and not so great days. Very drained. Slept a lot Friday into Saturday so I’m hoping this means I’ll be on the mend. I didn’t get to take a break for myself. but I DID read the book even when I had a 100 other things to do. It was good, but I liked some of the others in the series more. It was a little lackluster for me. Still sweet and I enjoyed it but the others deserve more hype than this one.

I know EXACTLY what you mean calling your TA a whore hahahahahaha he sounds pretty slutty to me tbh 🤣

I'm doing okay about Liam for the most part but I see some sad tiktoks. One that really got to me was a pic of him on the first slide and then the second slide is a picture of 1d when they were babies in 2012ish and the song in the background is "you start to wish you could've been 16 forever, cause you know your favorite band ain't getting back together" which is just gutting really for obviously 100 reasons. It's just so sad and I guess it's good I had such a bad week and a million other things to do so I could distract myself from how sad it is and not listen to this sad fucking song 😭

I'm sorry you've also been so busy! I hope you're taking time for yourself. Don't worry about reading, ever. I know you like to but it's not like the stories are going anywhere 💕 I know you're going to do well on your midterms and I hope you're not too stressed 💕 Sammy from Boston! How funny! I assure you it wasn't me as I wasn't near the west coast last weekend hehehehe

I'm excited to read what you wrote about the story, I hope you're having a great weekend 💕

xoxo

[hismercytomyjustice]

He. Hehe. HehEHE. HEHEHEHE.

I managed to convince my friend to watch Hazbin by subtly she said I was not at all subtle but shhh let me pretend exploiting my 17 years of knowledge of her particular brand of favorite character.

I am so excited because this fucking show has consumed the last week of my life. All because Spotify was like “hey, you love soundtracks, you should listen to this soundtrack.” And by god they were so right. They’re the one algorithm that really gets me. T_T

But I am so fucking excited to talk her ear off about the show. I am trying very hard to not be obnoxious about it but I know I am being VERY obnoxious about it. orz

Also there is so much amazing fanfic and fanart out there for it. I am a major radioapple fan and god what an endless bounty there is.

Alastor is my particular brand of favorite character, so she and I are suffering together. T_T

And now I have a renewed interest to finish this BG3 fic *gently covers my au poto wip’s ears* so I can write Hazbin fic.

I have already been brainstorming a stupid entirely self-indulgent crack fic. I have so many notes. orz

I haven’t lost interest in my BG3 fic. I just hit a major burnout wall in general due to work, so I haven’t spent as much time on it the past week or so which can be dangerous with ADHD and my ability to finish things. The struggle has been so real.

It’s kinda funny. I’ve spent the past few weeks wondering if I was dipping into depression again or something because I have just constantly felt exhausted and have been struggling for even a shred of executive function in literally every single area of my life. My sleep schedule has gone to hell, everyday tasks like tidying the house, feeding myself, showering, etc feel Sisyphean. My OCD has been particularly bad (stress tends to make it flare up). And yet it wasn’t until like last week when my husband said “do you think you might be burnt out from all the work stuff you’ve been dealing with since February” that it even clicked for me.

Like, huh, this all came crashing down on me almost immediately after I massively overworked myself to prove my worth because my prior manager was fucking awful at her job and made my life hell.

cOiNcIdEnCe?!

I have another extra therapy session scheduled for next week because of the burnout at my therapist’s suggestion.

It’s definitely a good thing. The better I get at recognizing the warning signs of impending mental health dips and burnout, the better I can become at mitigating them. I also could use the extra support in crawling my way out of the burnout hole.

It’s still fucking wild to me how completely unaware I was about how OCD is omnipresent in my life even when I’m not in the midst of a full blown catastrophic OCD crisis. I guess this is the point of seeing a specialist for it, lol. It’s just fucking wild the daily spirals I’ve been getting into that didn’t even register.

Stuff like “I need to take a shower. But I can’t take a shower because I need to do xyz. But I can’t do xyz because of abc. Why can’t I just make myself shower? What the fuck is wrong with me? Why am I like this? It’s never going to get any better. I’m a fucking failure. Why can’t I just do this one fucking thing?!”

I mean, ADHD/executive function definitely also play a role but the OCD is just constantly creeping under the surface.

I didn’t realize until recently that it impacted my writing too. I was constantly working myself into OCD spirals over not being good enough, not working hard enough, not having anything worthwhile to contribute, being a bad writer, being inconsistent, etc.

Just spiraling myself into self-loathing and avoidance and all that fun stuff instead of doing something I so greatly enjoy.

And I do this in literally every area of my life. Constantly. Finding out I have ADHD was also extremely helpful in understanding why I struggle with a lot of day-to-day stuff but the OCD is the sneaky bastard pulling all the strings in the background and making everything 10x harder than it needs to be.

I have lost so many years of happiness to undiagnosed OCD and ADHD. I can’t help but wonder how different my life might be if I’d known sooner and started learning how to navigate it all years ago. But at the same time, hitting a wall for both is what got me diagnosed in the first place so… *shrugs*

I guess at least we finally got there even if we wound up taking the scenic route.

[sangonomyia]

gamer!scaramouche / reader

headcanons・includes cursing, league of legends terminology 💀

ੈ‧₊˚ you just thought scaramouche was one of those smart kids who hung out w those “harbinger” kids (or wtv they call their little squad…)

ੈ‧₊˚ scara seemed like a not speaking unless spoken to kind of person, but you quickly learned he was one to bite back easily — hence why a relationship between you never bloomed

ੈ‧₊˚ however, your friends childe and signora—two who hung out in scaramouche’s clique—invited you to a discord server to play league of legends with them and a bunch of other people. you knew a fair amount of how the game worked from your older sibling, so you said yes !! … Hehehehe …

“—motherfucker lost a fucking turret within the first three minutes of the game what a fucking dumbass how did you invite people to play with you yet manage waste all of our time bruh i don’t even have as much hours on this game as you do but i’m still better than you who do you even play with..who has the patience to play with you—“

ੈ‧₊˚ …above was what blasted in your earphones as soon as you joined the group call …

ੈ‧₊˚ ................. ( ･ᴗ･̥̥̥ )

ੈ‧₊˚ and now you have to worry about screwing up and being a potential losing factor. Oh How U Love Men Who Play League Haha..

ੈ‧₊˚ signora and dottore welcomed you despite the … white noise occuring in the background, and you patiently waited for their next game to end while listening to the apparent pro gamer’s scoldings to childe lol

“ok now that they’re in the game, what lanes are we taking guys”

“i’ll take top lane … signora take top too—“

“yeah don’t leave that mf alone ever—“ “bruh stfu already”

“alright, i can take mid.”

“yeah dottore can handle mid alone, so i’ll take bottom.”

“..but who’s y/n going with?”

“……..”

ੈ‧₊˚ you felt your palms sweating against the keyboard and mouse as you took bottom lane with scaramouche, who you had never talked to before—and who you had just witnessed reprimand childe brutally on his poor league skills

ੈ‧₊˚ if childe spent more than enough time on this game … how much more nagging were you—a person who only watched their sibling play—gonna get?!

ੈ‧₊˚ as childe and signora argued during the game with dottore acting as a “mediator”, not a single word peeped out from either you or scaramouche. only the sounds of spam clicking and scaramouche’s occasional huffs of frustration (towards you or the other team, you don’t know) were heard

ੈ‧₊˚ you felt your hands stiffen and sweat, your brain was racking up strategies, tips, and tricks that you could remember from the past gameplay you’d seen

ੈ‧₊˚ even with all the obnoxious chatter from your other teammates, it felt as if you were being assessed, every move you made being watched — from the way you used your main’s attacks disorderly to the way you just spam clicked to attack a turret !!!?!

ੈ‧₊˚ it was at this moment when you realized you never wanted to touch league again, interact with scaramouche, etc all due to the hawk’s eye you felt from him. it was enough to make your face feel like it was on fire—a casual player bottom lane-ing out with a berating, experienced player

“…” “mf signora doesn’t know where top lane is where tf are you—“

“…” “HUH i’ve literally been in the lane this whole time you just havent seen me because your dumbass keeps trying to travel through jungle ” “LMFAOOOOO”

“…”

“…”

ੈ‧₊˚at this point it felt like scaramouche’s silence was pricklier than his constant bashing. you didn’t know which one was worse, but—

“YOUR TEAM HAS DESTROYED A TURRET!”

“bruh isn’t this y/n’s second turret destroyed..!? scara what the hell are you doing, and why are they carrying you lol”

“shut the hell up, i’ve been killing the enemies while they destroy the turrets”

“lets gooo you and y/n are a better duo than you and childe that’s for sure”

“...yeah, why didn’t you mfs invite them to play with us before huh?” and with that, scaramouche let out a breathy laugh. it sounded proud and accomplished, a sound so contrasting from his berating towards childe. you felt your cheeks heat up, not because of your embarrassment this time but how wonderful it was to hear. your chest tightened for a moment at how that quiet, snappy kid seemed to put his guard down around you. you never needed validation from anyone, but receiving it from him was .. was .. was 😵‍💫!!?!?!?

ੈ‧₊˚ and scaramouche let out that laugh bc of … bc … bc of … of … you !!??!!?!?! YOU ?

ੈ‧₊˚ ever since then, you've been hopping on calls whenever you could with them. if you guys played league, it was an unspoken agreement that you and scara would play in the same lane. eventually, you found him dropping casual, subtle praises whenever you got some kills in or destroyed a turret. in return, you found yourself teasing the self proclaimed “god-sent clutch” more and more, finding out his weaknesses that sent him beyond flustered

ੈ‧₊˚ even when you weren’t playing at your best, scaramouche wouldn’t berate you for it like you think he would. he would reassure you (in his own way) with words like “mf it’s fine just get your ass back here” or “wow now the pressure lies on me to do your job of carrying us smh”

ੈ‧₊˚ your little gaming group soon ventured out into games other than league, like lighthearted farming games, sandbox survival games, or you’d all join a call to watch childe get the shit scared out of him when foxy came running through the hallways of five nights at freddy’s

ੈ‧₊˚ you and scaramouche started texting and calling privately when no one else was online to join the minecraft realm signora had paid for. it started out from little dms inquiring about what time the group would hop online, to conversations needing help with school homework, until you both started calling each other separately—where it was just you two enjoying whatever you guys were doing during those calls: destroying other teams in rounds of bedwars duos, doing homework together, or staying up until 4 am talking about things you were sure scaramouche wouldn’t let anyone else hear besides you

ੈ‧₊˚ it never occurred to you that gamers had their own way of showing affection … until scaramouche happened. you caught him doing little things in the group calls that made your heart explode, whether it was constantly killing you to hoard out reactions of you, letting you and only you into his minecraft base, only saying yes to playing roblox: royale high if you asked, so on and so forth

ੈ‧₊˚ you didn’t want to take these actions too seriously. after all, he was just a gamer boy, nothing else, and you were sure he’s done this with everyone else in the group—how else would he have gotten close to the people in your gaming group now besides teasing them too? plus, you weren’t really sure if romance was on the first thing on this boy’s mind. all he really had it going for him was his skill in gaming, top of the class grades, and you were sure he was going to follow his mom’s paths in careers regarding leadership

ੈ‧₊˚ it was only when dottore had come up to you after school to ask if you and scaramouche wanted to hang out. you were a little confused, yes you and scara grew closer but shouldn’t he just ask him himself?

“i can hang out after school, but why don’t you just ask scara? i don’t know his agenda.”

“oh alright, i just assumed you guys would be together or something but just meet us at wanmin”

ੈ‧₊˚ … he just assumed you guys would be together or something? what the hell is that supposed to mean

ੈ‧₊˚ another out-of-the-blue occurrence was when signora started giggling at you after scaramouche dropped you guys off to your class, since his was a few rooms away

“ehehehehe”

“huh”

“you know scara waits until the last minute to get to his classes? he never walked with me and childe to class before and just played that stupid something-impact game on his phone”

“okay..? are you implying that i’m a good influence on him or what”

“hehehehehehehe”

ੈ‧₊˚ from interacting for the first time online to talking every day at school, you knew that your relationship with scaramouche had most certainly bloomed

ੈ‧₊˚ but when the snappy kid who usually bit back at anyone seemed to soften up around you, when the boy who had his claws out in defense was fine with you brushing your hand against his, it made you wonder

ੈ‧₊˚ could you win him over? not as in victory and he’s a game, but a trophy you could clasp to take care of, to treasure, to hold? could scaramouche be yours? with all the advantages and weaknesses you knew against him, was it possible to hear that breathy laugh of his again? was it possible to always be the cause of his sounds of joy and pleasure?

ੈ‧₊˚ it felt like a game, but not in a way where you play until you’re bored and move on. it was a game of chess, and you hoped to checkmate yourself into his heart <3

endnote this wasn’t supposed to be this long LOL but as you can tell, i am entirely whipped for gamer scaramouche hehe ^_^ yeah Yeah yeah this is definitely not based on real experience lol Hahahah…... anyways !!! i love scara the hc of him being a gamer makes me so !(!,$:$? literally like that would mean he’s good with his fingers. Like .!,!?$$/!? im combusting

[perexcri]

Michael oh my Lord how can he be so dense!! Does he Seriously not know it’s Will? Or is he in his Part 1 Will era, where he Knows but is in denial?

(Poor Mike tho, trying his best to make things better in the kingdom but the king continues to Suck Rotten Eggs😞. Even tho I love being right poor bby for being exciled)

Rain fight 2.0 is living up to the hype hell yeah. Will in his petty bitch era and I’m Living for it. I know he won’t be able to freeze Mike out forever but rhdjdidoje for the moment.

‘Theirs is never going to be an easy devotion.’ Lovely line!!! Good line!!

Aaa they are both so Unhappy poor dears hopefully they talk things out soon, Mike figures out it’s Will, and then they kill the king or run away together or smth.

Query, bc I don’t know if it’s been brought up, do any of Mike’s siblings care about him? Will they be pissed the king exiled him?

(Thank you for fightjng my migraine btw it worked☺️)

Loved this update I love this story!!

Mike might be on to some stuff 👀 that's all i'll say on that heheheh

yes the king continues to be the worst, AND you were right about Mike being exiled :D poor child is exiled but at least he gets to be with Will right T_T

you describing this as Will's petty bitch era is *chef's kiss* because it literally is. this next chapter (which i'm hoping to have up by tonight) has more of that going on heheheh. so, yeah, they're both not doing their best, but there's still room for them to grow and learn :]

THE DEVOTION LINEEEEE Vee i'm not gonna lie i wrote that one and was like "hm. i feel like. Vee will like this." aND I WAS R I G HT

your question about Mike's siblings is a very good one and is one i could perhaps answer if i had worked on developing the background characters of this universe as much as i did coming up with all the magic/ministry lore and worldbuilding lol. so um. i guess they don't care about him tbh (sorry this is the lamest answer i could possibly give i know i'm the one writing this but i'm still like "eh who knows? not me, the author ¯\_(ツ)_/¯"). maybe someday i'll develop this more and actually give the background characters real names 🙃

eeee i'm glad throwing hands with your migraine worked!! it'd better stay away or else i'll have to take more drastic measures,,,

ahhhh i'm so glad you liked it!! and in general that you're loving this story T_T i think i remember from your first message about this fic that you said you don't read a lot of aus? (if i'm wrong please feel free to pelt me with a carton of eggs) so it means a lot to me that you tried mine and have stuck by it!!

thank you as always for your lovely words Vee :] 💜💜💜

[binniesthighs]

call me babydoll | reader x chan

soooo shhhh this actually a part one shhhh but i’m just trying out writing out different things and getting out some of my ideas outta my head that i’m really excited about, this one being one of them!! for now...just pretend that this is just a regular ol’ drabble hehehehe. this part is the set-up chapter (shhh i mean drabble) 

One

Pairing: self insert, female reader x bang chan 

Genre: fluff, smut, and angst 

Tags: (overall) bodyguard au, moderndayprince!chan, bodyguard!reader, secret agent au, royal au, action and peril, plot driven, running out of time, slow-ish burn, growing feelings, softswitch!chan, hardswitch!reader, some skz side characters, jeongin third wheel and comedic relief LOL, travelling, chan being expensive and having a lil bit of a superiority complex, flirtyyyy chan, bits of mystery, explicit language, mentions of food and alcohol, idk think like 007 vibes hehe 

CWs: guns and gun violence, a shooting in a ballroom, mentions of blood 

Word count: 4.6k 

Parts

ONE | TWO 

“I wasn’t expecting to see you here early.” 

“Well, expect the unexpected.” 

“Don’t turn the motto back at me. I’m sick of hearing it so many damn times.” 

“What? You and I both know that it’s true. You’re here early too, so, technically you don’t get to say anything.” 

Jeongin straightened his bow tie, then patted down the sides of his perfectly ironed tux with not a crinkle to be found. Knowing him, it was a miracle that he hadn’t messed it up in some form yet. He promptly took out his pocket square to clean off his glasses. 

“You’re looking nice. Seems like they don’t mind spending money now on you these days.” He blew off the flecks of dust on his lenses. 

“They know that they get their return on their investment. And thank you.” 

You smoothed down the sides of your dusty pink dress that nearly went all the way down to your ankles. Had you any other choice, it would’ve been something different, but, dresses were really good at hiding your thigh holster compared to the slacks you usually favored. You didn’t mind the times that you would have to put on a pretty dress, it somewhat reminded you that there was normal life outside of your job. Not to mention, they had started sending you jewelry as well. You always had liked the look of a diamond necklace. 

“You do your research for tonight?” 

Jeongin nodded, then took from his pocket his phone to read over the details. 

“I’ve done a background check on everyone attending, we shouldn’t have any issues. It’s already a low risk event anyway. Charity is never something to get too worked up over, but, you never know with the detail that some of these people come with...who they might be tied to...” 

“--The only people we can trust is ourselves.” You nodded with arms crossed. 

“Expect the unexpected, I know.” He slid his phone back into his inside suit pocket to adjust his cufflinks. 

“--Nervous?” You took note of his fidgeting actions. 

“Nervous? No. I’ve been through this before. You know that.” 

You flicked your partner right on his forehead strung with his white hair. You had really wished that he had picked a less conspicuous color, but he had strings to pull that you didn’t. 

Jeongin cleared his throat, “You do your once over?” 

“Do you even need to ask? I did it hours ago and when we arrived. You know that I’ve done this before too.” 

“I know. I know.” 

Jeongin looked out at the vast circular atrium that made up the center of the hotel. Several stories down under the glass rooftop, you could hear the faint sprinkling of the intricate fountain which smelled of copper. A bit further down, you could see the tips of the tree branches from the indoor landscaping. Across the way, a door slammed with residents tucking in their ties. The two men you had recognized from the roster: a simple thing which made you feel at ease. Your young partner must’ve started to have an effect on you. A sense of unease seemed to quell in your neck. You always listened to your hunches. 

“W-what do you think he thinks of us?” Jeongin broke the silence. 

“Well,” From inside the room you had waited outside, you could hear his distant murmuring, so you lowered your tone. “I think that he has yet to trust us. It’s only been a few weeks. He doesn’t seem like the kind to give himself up easy. That, and I’m sure his resentment of his father must have some influence.” 

“You think he hates us?” 

“I think he hates his father for hiring us. I mean, wouldn’t you? His old security detail, he had them for years.” 

“I guess so. But, we’re not like his old detail.” 

“No. We’re not. I don’t think he gets that yet. I think he sees us as one more way his father has a hold on him.” 

“It’s not like he can do much else about it when his dad’s a kin--” 

“--No, no, thank you, really, it’s lovely. Some of your best work. Thank you.” 

Chan swung open the door to his room, stopping Jeongin right in his sentence. 

“Ah. You’re here already. That’s...punctual.” 

As dazzling and showy as ever, Chan looking nothing short of a magazine model. For a prince, he had certain...appearances that he had to maintain. Today, it was a velvety and maroon suit jacket with a white button up. On the collar, two matching brooches had been perfectly placed, and they were silver like moonlight in the shape of English ivy and adorned with diamonds. On his lapel, he wore the royal insignia of the lion and the wolf. Behind him, you could see his slew of stylists cleaning up their makeup kits and obscene assortment of designer dress shoes for him to pick from. You had thought before that he even smelled like royalty: stuffy white roses with a hint of priceless cognac. 

Jeongin bowed his head respectfully. “Everything has been prepared for tonight. The rest of your guards are surrounding the building, and I’ll be corresponding with them as needed, your Highness.” He tapped at his earpiece. 

Chan drew his attention over to you, giving you a rather lusty glare. Over the past couple weeks, you had gotten used to it. He was a prince to every extent of the word. If there was anything that he had wanted, he simply had to ask. It drove him insane that all he could do was merely look at you. You had  wondered if he harbored anything else for you besides the way that he would devour the curves of your shoulders and hips. 

“Fox. Bee. You look nice tonight. I like seeing you dressed up. Makes me feel less out of place.” 

You couldn’t help but let out a little sound of discontentment over his rather affectionate nickname for you. You and your partner had been introduced to him as F and B. Quickly he had figured out Jeongin’s codename as Fox, considering that he had done a poor job picking out one that wasn’t related to him at all. Anyone could tell that boy was fox-like, and he also just wasn’t that creative when it came to picking out a name for himself. B, or Bee as he had decided, was your name; as in bumblebee. After learning about Fox, he figured that there was an animal theme going, so Bee seemed to fit best in his oponion. 

You tested his glare with your best, “Thank you, your Highness.” 

Jeongin gulped. “Your assistant should be waiting downstairs with your itinerary. She told me that you should meet her first off.” 

“You work too hard F. Have some fun tonight, hm? But don’t...drink too much. You’re responsible for my life remember?” Chan clapped his bodyguard on the back. 

Your partner nervously laughed and adjusted his glasses once more: his preferred tic. 

“And Bee?” Chan rose a brow to lean into close and whisper. “Stay close, alright?” 

“Of course, your Highness.” 

Chan let out a little scoff after getting one more proper look at your frame. “Damn. You really are stunning. Just a little too dangerous for me though.” 

You rolled your eyes, dishing him outa, “Whatever you say, your Highness.” 

Jeongin threw you and annoyed glare before tracing after Chan as he sauntered down the hall to the glass elevator. 

“Bee? You coming? Or do you have something better to do?” Chan’s voice called down the hall with an echo and a little teasing gesture of his hand. 

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It had been seven years since you had chosen this line of work, and each time that you had to go to one of these things, you hated them more and more. Not because they were hard to control--they were easy--but you just hated how many superficial and self-absorbed people that they could fit into one room. 

The air was filled with the scent of champagne bubbles and too much Chanel No. 5. From corner to corner of the room, and even next to the ice sculpture of the lion and the wolf crest, silk, satin; velvet and the best cotton could be found. Long gloves covered the arms of ladies with wrinkling skin, and tweed vests held in the guts of men who indulged in their food just as much as their mistresses. All this effort just to appear as if they had given one care about the philanthropic efforts of the royalty.

Several neatly dressed waiters passed you with golden platters of hors d'oeuvres made of ingredients so expensive, they would’ve cost the same amount as the generous donations made by the attendees. If you could’ve, you would’ve scooped up as many of them as you could, just to eat all of their copious amounts of money yourself, but, there was somewhere a rule that you had to keep your hand to yourself when you were on duty. The best that you had to look forward too was take-out to eat at 3 in the morning with Jeongin later. 

Buzzing chatter filled your earpiece while each of the additional guards gave their hourly report. 

“Damn. It’s fucking colder out here than I thought. It’s fucking summer.” One of them joked to the tune of the other guards laughter. 

“Stay focused.” Jeongin scolded over the line. “Don’t leave your posts until your shifts change.” 

While he was a timid man, Jeongin was not one to mess around. Son of the director, he knew that he had big shoes to fill. After pleading for years for her to admit him into the academy, she had agreed. Everyone knew the reason why she didn’t want him in this line of work. Too many dead. Too many missing. In some ways, he was also yours to look after. 

You trailed after Chan who was busy talking to his assistant and his publicist. While he nodded at their words, you knew that he must’ve been barely listening. Chan never really was one for formality, but much rather enjoyed simplicity and pleasure. Jeongin and you had somewhat of a bet going: out of all the guests, you had liked to bet which one he would take with him to his bedroom. Since you had all the profiles of the guests, you liked to bet a little money on which one it would be. 

Jeongin had guessed it to be the heiress and daughter of a tycoon who had made a multi-million won donation in the name of his company. It was ironic; his very company was a big-scale pollutor who liked to make nice with the crown. She was conventionally very pretty: long legs, a thin frame, she was educated and looked as if she could hold somewhat of a conversation...not like that mattered to him. 

You had predicted it to be the foreign CEO who had just started business dealings with the crown. While she might’ve looked a bit stuck-up and prim, she was intimidating, and a challenge. Chan loved challenges. Chan also had a pension for pretty boys with a bit too much money on their hands--usually inherited--and with nothing much else to do other than dote on him. There were plenty of those attending the gala tonight. 

Chan snaked through the crowd, bowing his head at all of the Good evening, your Highnesses and the It’s a pleasure to meet you, your Highnesses. Every few moments or so he would take a bite from a golden plate and then pop it into his mouth. The whole night long, he would hold his glass with him and it would get refilled for him without him even needing to ask. You sometimes liked to pretend that in some places, they must’ve assigned someone to watch him from afar to make sure that he would never need anything before it was given to him. It wouldn’t have surprised you. 

“Having fun Bee?” Chan languidly rolled his head back, swirling his glass. 

“As much fun as you are.” You quipped. 

“Anything that I should be concerned about?” 

“Nothing of concern.” You stated matter-of-factly. Had you matched his flirting tone, you knew that you wouldn’t hear the end of it for the rest of the night. “Fox. Report?” 

“Nothing that I can see. No one has been tagging you.” Jeongin had staked himself up on the upper balcony of the banquet hall room, and had been watching for as long as you had been following after the prince. “You sensing anything strange?” His voice tickled in your in-ear. 

“Just a bunch of the normal crowd.” You kept your tone down low. “He’s rubbing noses with the usual. You’ve seen too?” 

He chuckled. “Yeah. I know what you mean.”

You followed Chan to his seat nearest the front of the room which had been fashioned into a stage with a clear glass podium in the center. Right in front there was one more crest decorating it. Chan had ensured it to be so: he had wanted everyone to know that this was all for his charity. 

“It seems like our bets aren’t working out. He hasn’t talked to either of the...suspects.” Your partner changed his choice of words knowing that the other guards were listening. 

From the opposite side of the room both the heiress and the CEO stood with thin glasses of wine in their lithe hands. Chan had in fact walked right past them, and didn’t even notice. 

“Tonight is going to be a long night.” Jeongin sighed over the line. 

You politely pushed past attendees with a raised hand and a sweet smile. You had found that when you smiled, you had appeared less intimidating. 

“Oh wait...what’s this?” 

“What?” You whipped your head around after Jeongin’s interjection. “What? Do you see something? What’s the call?” 

“Relax! It just looks like he’s approaching someone he wants to talk to. I think both of us are about to be proven wrong.” 

“Ah, shit.” You sighed. “Don’t put me on edge like that.” 

“I’m only trying to entertain myself.” 

“Name. Who is it? You’ve got the roster.” 

You partner was quiet for a minute, and you watched from a distance as Chan approached the man leaned over a martini seated at one of the perfectly decorated tables. 

“Uh, I think that he’s Lee Minho. Some kind of royalty from somewhere else. Pretty low ranking from the looks of it. I think that he made a donation himself...and it’s...damn, larger than you would expect.” 

“Should we be concerned?” 

“No. Seems harmless.” 

“Thank you for coming,” You made out the words that Chan had mouthed. He drew a chair next to the unknown man. 

From what you could tell, Lee Minho was handsome to the full extent of the word: nearly all of his physical features were exemplary and his suit appeared to have been fitted to perfect for him; likely one of a kind. He too wore an insignia on his lapel, but it was one that you hadn’t recognized before. He had immaculately styled hair that had some kind of rebellious and boyish charm to it. The man had a kind of mystery about him too: you had been able to pride yourself in being able to read people, and it had saved your life on more than one occasion. But with him, there was something that you couldn’t place. 

“Do they know eachother?” You asked Jeongin. 

“Not that I know of. School friend maybe? Seems like all the royals send their kids to the same schools.”

“Hm. That would make sense.” 

“Enjoying yourself?” Chan said. 

Lee Minho nodded, and rose his glass to clink it with the prince’s. 

“Do we think that he’s our...suspect?” 

The stranger dipped his head into his hand as he listened to Chan speak. A flirty gesture that you had seen a hundred times or more. Still, the way that he inspected Chan, it wasn’t adoring. Or at least, you didn’t think that it was.

“No. I don’t think so.” 

“What the hell are you yapping about?” One of the other guards snapped over the line. 

“Um, classified stuff.” Jeongin quickly explained. “Above your paygrade. Don’t worry about it.” 

“Fox. Watch out for him tonight.” You snuck over to a corner of the room where you could watch the two of them more discreetly. 

“Affirmative....” Your partner paused. “Babydoll.” 

“Pffff--Babydoll??” The same guard stifled his laughter. “You call her Babydoll, Fox? Damn, you all must be closer than I thought. Didn’t know that I was missing out on some of the action--” 

“--Ever heard of a codename, Three?” 

“Babydoll’s her codename.” 

A grin crept over your lips. “Expect the unexpected.” 

You had almost gotten distracted enough to miss how Lee Minho had leaned over to whisper something into the prince’s ear. After he had done so, Chan laughed out a little, then reached his arm around the other man’s chair comfortably. 

“They’re...cozy.” You updated your partner. 

“I’m trying to cross-check where he might know him from.” 

Chan’s assistant and publicist finally slipped away with giddy little smiles. In many ways, you were jealous of them. They could leave whenever the wanted, eat what they wanted...

Jeongin scoffed. “Well, turns out...nothing. I can’t find anything.” 

“Nothing?” 

“Negative. I’m not seeing any crossover.” 

“So they really are strangers?” 

Your partner sighed. “Looks like neither of us are cashing ou--I mean--finding the suspect.” 

Under your breath, you wondered aloud, “Who are you...Lee Minho?” 

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The night drew on longer with the rest of the formalities: the formal dinner, followed by several speeches from important people while dessert was being served. It all led up to the final act: His Royal Highness, Prince Chan’s speech. On several neat notecards marked with the crest, he held them in front of him while he ate his last bits of Mont Blanc Chocolate Pavlova. Even the name of the sweet itself sounded pretentious. Granted, it smelled delicious--as many expensive things did. 

You stifled a yawn from your little set up on the edge of the room. At least you should’ve been able to sit, but it turns out that sitting is also against the rules in this line of work. A couple other security and bodyguards had joined you at the edge: some of their heads nodded with sleep, and the others looked as if they had taken one too many energy shots. Luckily, your stamina had been well crafted. 

A fancily dressed MC made his way up to the podium and the room filled with applause after the last speaker had said all of their correct mandatory words. 

“It is my honor to introduce to the stage, our wonderful head benefactor of this organization, His Royal Highness, Prince Chan of the Crown. 

Applause tenfold of before erupted through the whole room and it wasn’t even an afterthought for the every attendee to stand up from their seats in an ovation. It was a force of habit for you, but you found yourself clapping as well. 

Chan rose with grace, and re-buttoned his jacket with finesse. A blinding spotlight found him and it made the diamonds adorning his beck wink brilliantly. Even more blinding was his pearl white, and perfectly trained smile accompanied by his wave. 

Thank you. Thank you. He mouthed. 

“It’s like he’s a frickin’ movie star.” Jeongin groaned. 

“Might as well be with the way that they treat him. You know deep down they’re all just terrified.” 

Chan made his way up to the stage in all of his regality, and the applause didn’t stop until he cleared his throat. A collective groaning of a couple hundred chairs squeaked when everyone sat back down. 

“Thank you everyone, really. I wanted to thank you all for your generous support in your donations to this organization, as well as your association with the crown. I’m sure that all the beneficiaries of your donations are beyond thankful compared to me. Without you, this would not be possible.” Chan spoke with grandiose gestures, as usual, but this time, he had found you on the side of the room. “Listen, aside from being a prince, I’m also just a person. A person who knows what it means to struggle, to--” 

“--I can’t listen to this anymore.” You whispered into the quiet room, and to your partner. 

“Just a few more hours.” He droned. “I almost wish that something would happen so that we don’t have to sit though much else of this.” 

“Be careful what you wish for.” 

In the corner of your eye, Lee Minho shifted in his seat, but still kept his undivided attention to the stage. You figured he must’ve been just like the rest of them: enamored by the flashiness of the crown--and Chan. He had a way of putting a spell on people: it was the kind of spell that a prince of deception had crafted after years of being kept under lock and key. 

“--Anyway, what I’m trying to say, royal or fanciful we all might be, in the simplest way, we’re all just people, therefore this is what connects us all. Thank you.” 

Chan was gifted yet another standing ovation that was somehow even more thunderous than before. 

“Yeah right.” You scoffed. “People born into money. There’s a difference.” 

Chan gave his last waves, then a clamor echoed from the back of the room. At first, it had just sounded like the same raucous laughter you had heard all night, but then it shifted to something different. The sound of laugher turned into shouting, then screams: high pitched and piercing. You had seconds to respond, head whipping around the room to catch sight of the confused prince. In your in-ears, the the sound of gunshots echoed with rapid-fire speed. Machine guns. Shouting commands barked in your ear, and muddled with Jeongin’s string of demands and questions. 

“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON OUT THERE? REPORT! REPORT!” 

Your heart instantly started beating into hyperdrive, and your legs sprinted as fast has physically possible 

“THEY’VE GOT GUNS!” A shrill and cracked voice of an older woman wailed from the back of the room. 

Immediately after she had said so, shots fired into the darkened room with sparks, and the metallic sound of bullets hitting the marbled ground followed. 

Chan looked around in his panic for you, petrified on the stage. You slung your gun out from your thigh holster and latched onto him with all of your might. 

“TH-THEY JUST CAME OUT OF NOWHERE IN THESE VANS. THEY’RE ARMOURED, WE CAN’T--” 

“Get the fuck down there and secure the exists!” Jeongin growled into his mic. “B--is the prince secure??” 

“Secure!” You yelled back. Using your body as a barrier, you led the cowering prince through the mass hysteria of the crowd. 

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Shit.” Chan shook under your iron grip. 

More shots fired into the room and bodies parted like the sea and fell over each other. 

From the balcony, you had caught Jeongin aiming his own gun at the chaos below. 

“I’ll cover you! Fuck! There’s so many of them! Get him to the car out back--Three, Six, meet B out there! Three!? Six!? Report!” 

“Three and Six are down F!” One of the guards panted. “I can provide cover out back!!” 

“Who’s speaking??” Jeongin bellowed, then aimed from above at one of the intruders. Your only focus was on weaving you and Chan out of there, but you had seen one of them in a blur. Each of the men with guns wore dark grey suits with black ties and leather gloves. Each of them wore their own crest: and it was all red. 

“Bee?? Bee???” Chan shouted out for you, and jumped every time the crack of a shot echoed in the ballroom. 

“I’ve got you, your Highness. We’ll be out soon. Keep your head down and listen to me.” Your arm held to him tightly, and you soon found the exit nearest. There was no telling if there would be more of them outside, but you loaded your gun quickly just in case, and pointed it out. 

“Jeongin, get your ass down here!” 

“Jeongin? Who the fuck is that??” Chan ducked down to hide himself behind your frame. 

His name had slipped on your tongue, but that hardly mattered. 

“I’ll be down in a second!!!” 

“Don’t fucking waste time up there when I need you down here!!” 

“Two! Two Reporting!!” A man suddenly yelled in your in-ear. “I’ve made it out back and I’ve secured the exit. The car is safe!!” 

“FOX! Now!” 

Your partner heaved, “I’m coming, I’m coming!!” 

You kicked open the exit door, gun’s still blazing, however one one else could be found on the other side. 

“Thank God,” You sighed. 

“Oh shit, I’m gonna be sick.” Chan had turned paler than white, then stumbled in your arms. 

“Hey, HEY!” You held him upright. “It’s gonna be alright. I’ve got you. You’re safe. You need to trust me. Your life is in my hands and I’m not giving it up easy, got it?” 

“O-okay.” He stammered, then attempted to straighten himself. 

“The Prince is outside, repeat, The Prince is outside. Two, are you in position?” 

“Yes. Yes, I am.” 

Other than the fact that you had just escaped absolute peril, the evening was unbearably pleasant. Crickets chirped in the summer evening, and the humidity of the night smelled gorgeously of the lake that was near-by as well as the vast array of flowers that had been purposefully landscaped around the hotel. Chan’s uneven steps scraped at the gravel walkway. 

Since you had canvassed the whole building well, you had known exactly where the getaway car was, but you were still careful. 

“Bee. Bee!” Chan blabbered. “Have-have I told you yet that I-I’m in love with you?” 

“No, you haven’t Your Highness.” 

“I fucking am. If I die tonight, I want you to know that I am ridiculously in love with you, and fuck, I wanna--” 

“--I’m sorry, Your Highness, respectfully, but now is not the time for this and you are not dying on my watch.” 

Somewhere off in the distance, frogs croaked, and the splashing of fish in the lake plopped at the surface waters. You turned a corner to finally see Two waiting his his gun raised. He was a bit of a shorter and scrawnier man, but something about him told you that where he lacked in strength, he must’ve made up for in agility. 

“I’m out! I’m out!” Your partner gasped, and over the in-ear you could hear his running footsteps. “I’m almost there! I’ll be there in a second!” 

“Your Highness,” Two bowed and opened the car door. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. You can call me Two or J. Either you prefer.” 

Jeongin came bounding around the corner with heaving breaths and his clothes askew. His glasses which just barely held onto his face had a crack on them and his knuckles were covered in blood. 

“Let’s go.” The younger man prompted. 

“In the car you go, Your Highness.” You motioned for him to do so. 

Chan whimpered like a toddler. 

You shoved his body in, “Stop that. Get in the car.” 

“I’m in love with you Bee!” He yelled out, “I’M FUCKING IN LOVE WITH YOU BEE!” 

Jeongin slammed the door in his face with a bit of a chuckle. 

“He’s delirious.” 

“Mm.” your partner smiled. “Sure.” 

[becca-e-barnes]

hehehehe pt 4

I’m getting some insane college roommate Bucky vibes rn, probably just because of the background music but holy shit, I imagine him looking like TJ

He’s your roommate and your best friend so he obviously knows everything about you. You’ve been best friends for years, both of you just pretending your crushes on each other don’t exist.

He knows about your shitty week, between car trouble, the fact your alarm didn’t go off one morning so you missed a class and then the fact your tutor surprised you all with a class test at the end of the week. He feels for you, he really does.

And while you’re ready for a Friday night in your room with a bottle of wine, Bucky has some other plans. When you finally get some time alone, you reach into your bedside table and pull out your vibrator and it doesn’t start. Fantastic. But when you go to change the batteries, you realise there aren’t any in it at all.

So of course you come storming out of your room, asking Bucky what the hell he’s done and why he thought it was okay to mess with your stuff.

“Thought you’d maybe want some human interaction for once.” He laughs softly, raising an eyebrow and you can only scoff at him, telling him there’s very little chance of that happening.

“You’ve had a long week doll, let me take care of you, yeah?” He’s being bolder than he’s ever been in his life and he knows it could ruin your friendship but there’s something in his voice that just sounds so sincere.

So you agree, against your better judgement and god you’re not disappointed. He takes the time to tear you apart like no one ever has before. There’s no rush. This is all for you (although he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t hard as hell).

“Oh kitten, bin that shitty little vibrator, my tongue is here whenever you need it.” He can’t help but chuckle at how fast you nod, happy to agree to anything so long as he just doesn’t stop

[puppyluver256]

[Image Description: A man with dark skin, short brown hair, light brown eyes, and purple square-shaped glasses. He is wearing the bug-type gym uniform from Pokemon Sword and Shield--a lime green long-sleeved shirt with four white stripes on the sleeves and a black logo of two bug catching nets in a hexagon with antenna-like shapes above, a black sports glove on one hand, green shorts with lime green "grass" patterns and visible black numbers "55" on one leg, lime green socks, and green athletic shoes with white soles. The man has a large bug catching net in his hands and is grinning excitedly. Beside him is the Pokemon Orbeetle, a cross between a ladybug and some sort of alien. Its head resembles a ladybug with a red shell, dark blue spots, large blue eyes, and yellow antennae. Its brown body hangs underneath, with clawed hands, a red marking between its bottom legs, and red and yellow feet. The background is just outside the train station of Wedgehurst in Galar. End ID.]

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"A pleasure meeting you, Champion of Cantessy! My name's Scott, and I'm a Gym Leader from Galar. W-well, minor league Gym Leader at least, but that just means the other Gym Leaders are even better! I've been giving the bug Pokemon of this region a look-over, and I must say, they're quite a brilliant assortment of insects. Are you fond of bug-types? On second thought, I'm sure a regional Champion has a team of many different types. Let's see how my bugs fare against you, then!"

And here's the last of the Battle Peak representatives! Galar's representative is Scott, a minor-league Gym Leader who specializes in, as you can gather from just lookin' at him, bug-types. He's also an entomologist, having loved bug-types since he was a little kid and caught his first Blipbug.

Given that Battle Peak is a Battle Tower-esque setup, Scott's team is slightly randomized depending on what battle conditions you have set. He will select either three (for single battles) or four (for double battles) from his "full" team of six. He will always include Orbeetle on his team, and the rest of his team can include Vikavolt, Crustle, Frosmoth, Centiskorch, and Araquanid.

Finally, we're done with Cantessy! At least, outside of random fun side drawings and...maybe something else in the future, but we'll get to that when we get to that hehehehe :3c Thank you all for sticking with me through this, it was real fun to do this project as a celebration of both my favorite video game franchise and my home. Cantessy is far from my final foray into the incredible world of Fakemon, but for now I will take a much-needed rest on this subject.

💖🐶 Check out my pinned post for ways to support my artwork, among other things! 🐶💖

~If you like, please reblog to show your friends! Likes are appreciated, but reblogs let more people see my content! If you have something to say, feel free to give feedback in tags/comments/replies as well!~

Orbeetle and other Pokemon concepts © Nintendo/GameFreak Scott Plymouth, the Cantessy region, and artwork © PuppyLuver Studios

[secndlife]

[10:23am]

Seungcheol liked driving. You liked to watch Seungcheol drive. That was enough to make him think you were a perfect match. It was more than that, though. Within the years he spent by your side, he found in other small and simple happenings the confirmation he needed to know you were it for him. There was no one like you and there would never be. 

There was a random song playing in the background. You had made a playlist especially for this small road trip and Seungcheol found your selection very fitting. Much like he did whenever his hand was on yours. Or when your head was resting against his chest. Or when your lips were tasting his.

You thought Seungcheol looked golden under the morning sun. It reflected against his soft, dark, long hair and he was the prettiest like that. He seemed happy, the small smile never leaving his lips. Whenever you laid your eyes on him, you rediscovered all the breathtaking, incredible feelings he gave you. You rediscovered what it was like to be in love at every kiss and every touch. It was not like you had forgotten. But it was like that thrill of something new and amazing starting would never go away. 

You stared at the road ahead of you. It was clean, straight. You couldn’t wait to get to Daegu. You liked to be around his family. You liked to see who he was with them. Seungcheol was a man of many faces. He was someone in Seoul and a different person in Daegu. Life shaped him like that, you guessed. Whenever he was in the big city, he was the strong, hard-hearted leader he learned how to be with time. Assertive. Whenever he was home, he was nothing but a child at heart. Spoiled.

He could whine and get whatever he wanted. He could get rid of the responsibilities, even if just temporarily. He could rest and feel at home. His family felt like home to him and he felt like home to you. There was something about him that would always feel comforting, no matter where he was or which facet he had on. 

You suddenly felt his eyes on you. “Shouldn't you be looking at the road?” You said, with a laugh. You gently placed your fingers by his jawline and made him face forward. His dimple showed and you felt your heart getting warm. 

He giggled, “Just wanted to double-check how beautiful you are.” Seungcheol had always been this cheesy. His left hand kept its place in the steering wheel while the right one reached out to you. He laced your fingers together and brought them up to his lips. He gave the back of your hand a peck and then rested it by his thigh. 

You shook your head, an easy chuckle escaping. “You’re so silly.” You loved it. 

“For you, yes.” He shot another dimple smile your way and you figured you had never been this in love. “Can’t I look at my girlfriend?” He inquired, voice full of taunt.  

You guided his head once again. “Not when you're driving, you can't.” 

He huffed in annoyance, “Fine.” Seungcheol seemed to be in his Daegu persona already, the spoiled younger child showing its features. 

Not long after, he looked at you again. “Choi Seungcheol.”

“But I want to tell you I love you!” He protested. “I can't tell you I love you without looking at you.” The pout across his lips was almost as big as his heart. 

You rolled your eyes. “I already know you love me. Now’s not the time.” He quickly checked the mirror and started signaling and switching lanes. Before you noticed, he had pulled over. “Are you serious?” You laughed in disbelief. 

He turned his body to you slightly, the seat belt limiting his movements. “I love you.” He had a sheepish smile on his face and he looked way too proud of himself for something so stupid. Love made him like that. 

“I can't believe you,” you said. Seungcheol was crazy. After all this time, the way he still made sure to show you how much he loved you made your head spin. You'd never get used to it.

You thought this type of love was saved for movies and books. For human perception and not actual feeling. Well, it seemed like he had turned you into a character. 

He said nothing. It was like he was waiting for something you knew very well what it was. You shook your head again. You tried to be serious, to act better on the fake annoyance. The grins were too powerful to be contained, though. 

“I love you too.” He nodded as if he was approving your words. Unbelievable. When you were back on the road, you spoke again. “You're crazy.”

Seungcheol smiled bright, “In love with you? Yes.”

a/n: hiiiiiiiii @woozisnoots​!!!! heheheh guess what? i was your secret santa!!! sorry if this is short :/ i barely had time to write anything during holiday season, but i really really really wanted to do something for you so here we are hehe i know you were super busy during this event and that you were also resting for some of it, like you deserve. so i hope this is refreshing and heartwarming enough. you’re amazing and i’m so happy i met you on cwc!!!! enjoy!!!!!!!

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inside bo burnham review no one asked for

i enjoy other peoples commentary and i was writing down my first thoughts anyway so here it is

inside

first song/intro song

i like the phone screen on him, very reflective of how we have had phone screens on us

“roberts been a little depressed” osnskjdnfs

they were right “daddys made you some content so open wide” hjbfafn

intro

oh my god he looks awful

but like in a cute way

maybe

healing the world with comedy (second song)

the canned and queued laugher no exactly… is it a symbol or is it just funny.. who's to say. 

it think its a good first song, establishing he knows what he is doing is kind of useless 

“the indescribable power of your comedy”

he looks like marc maron rn

i like the synthed voice and synthesizer

the jesus allusion … yeah

“i'm a special kind of white guy”

this feels like he knows how he is perceived by fans.. Make happy was too much

his fucking dancing fksjdnfksj

i think he did a good job looking manic

the lasers lmao

Side 1

Bo made a huge gamble releasing this like,,, what if you just stumbled upon it and this was ur first introduction to him..

I bet its like when i comment dumb things on instagram comments and get that rush of hehehehe

NO NOT BO DEVELOPING BILLIE EILLISH VOWELS

Also this is exactly what he wanted like,, he just wanted to make his things and not deal with the crowds so..

To think i was like finding scraps of him performing at largo and stuff and now,, so much content

life imitates art

the way he's literally what he wrote hgbkdf

there is no authenticity with cameras

suicide ?

 facetime with my mom tonight

the blue light.. Yeah

o hblue like sad

i don't know how i feel about the electric music but i guess its no different than whatever else i listen to

this is sad wow

still catchy etc

side 2

i wonder if here will be any fart jokes

that is how the world works (songs)

the huge mess and then him in a sweater

this is reminiscent of that walmart muppets

he became tim minchin with a sock puppet

the “yes… yes sir” stoppp 

jkgdsnfijwkensfosnf

qbejfnjne

nerjgnoejns

bo making a political statement and a metaphor for activism and then making it weirdly kinky

brand consultant (bit)

man bun

i have to believe he filmed it with the beard because quarantine vibes and also bc he was tired of being seen as a child

white womans instagram (song)

i did not like that intro

BO AND GLASSES THANK GOD

the daisies wow just wow

underwear

“white womans instagram” or “bo burnham becomes a girlboss”

i like that he didn't lose his cadence like the way the rhymes are you can still tell its him

i don't get the mom part sorry

is it like how people are very superficial but also very personal on their instagrams

this part was legit sad

side 3

i wonder how he felt with cameras constantly on him

Although this is the point hes trying to make

lol seinfeld moment (bit)

unpaid intern (bit and song)

“barely people somehow legal” was so smooth woW

omg he was scatting

he was a man who would scat

oh my god what great news

the react clip omg

i cant believe he did that oh my god

observation/critisism and response to the “can anyone shut the fuck up” 

and as i realized what he was doing he was like “i have this need for everything i make to have a deeper meaning” oh my god

now the question is how long will this go on?

jeffrey bezos (song)

idk its catchy

and then theres him like sleeping and talking which kind of is part of the jeff bezos song

bug eyes salamanders hehe

sexting (song)

i do believe this is just a silly song 

the earrings tho omg

sounds like post malone hbkjdsnfskj

idk its still about like intimacy in quarantine and that stuff..

the knife (bit)

i know hes copying like other youtubers but like,,, what

stuck in a room (song)

the intro is very funny and relatable

classic bo i love it 

i will say this special has been more reflective but i suppose it has to be

“look whos inside again”

i like the end too, this is all a fabrication

this is the clip where hes staring at the projection of himself from his old youtube videos which is sort of more like an ending to the “stuck in my room” song

 sorry (song)

i love the 80’s style music and its like zumba

oh this is like an apology song

“father please forgive me for i did not realise what i did, or that id live to regret it” what a catchy line

i would say this is another more “classic” bo song where its self aware and funny

“my closet it chalk full of stuff that is vaguely shitty” 

camera falling

this deserves its own bullet because its silly

i'm turning 30 (bit and song)

i remember him talking about this on a podcast and like,, damn i didn't know this also happened LOL

i really like how he did the lighting 

“stupid fucking ugly boring children”

suicide talk (1)

this is interesting i like the use of the projection

this is something that could never have happened onstage

just like with the it being projected on him

i guess it could but it would have to be done differently and probably hed have to make it funnier to make it more engaging

intermission

i just checked this is about the halfway point.. Mh

i don't wanna know (song)

“i thought it’d be over by now”

i wish this was longer but i kind of like how its just a little snippet and then the cut

video game (bit)

“i guess i’ll cry again”

“is the dude big or is the room small” lol

hm depression

 feelin like shit (song)

ohh the lighting is fun again

this is the tone shift i suppose

the feels like supalonely and the new kind of music

atl

:(

panic attack 

everything all of the time (song)

feels like brandon rogers 

i enjoy this

this feels like “welcome to youtube” grew up

“a little bit of everything all of the time”

“apathys a tragedy and boredoms a crime”

ok olivia rodrigo

finishing the special (bit)

these feel like diary entries but as standup

interesting choice

jeffery bezos (2)

Why the seaweed suit

Where did he get that

the digital space (bit)

suit up, gather what is needed, and return to the surface

damn

pirate map anfdkjfnskjd

this was so stupid (affectonate)

that funny feeling (song)

the campfire vibes 

kenny loggins

i don't get it..

is it about childhood, is it about the present?

i think its talking about the end of content? 

“the end of culture”, to quote make happy

change and not liking it 

“we were overdue, but it will be over soon”

if the second half of the special is like a panic attack this song is like a momentary pause before it gets worse

“so ive been working on this special”/breakdown 

this was .. uncomfortable and genuine which i'm sure is why he kept it

all eyes on me (song/rant)

another sad thing to watch.. damn

me trying to tell if the audio was from make happy

i think he was trying to make it as if the audio was from make happy 

this feels.. familiar

and obviously that is the point

“come on in the waters fine”

the use of autotune during the talking part... yeah

sad that he was gonna make another special… and it would have been totally different than this

i’ve decided i like the homage to make happy

It feels like hes made peace with it

the montage of him waking up and the “i think i'm done”

and then of course the ending where he's watching it over to remind us that its all fabricated

possible ending song/ “i promise to never go outside again”

ngl he looks good in the shirt with the haircut hehe

which i feel like is what he wants up to notice

and then like not think after we saw all his breakdowns

“i want to hear you tell a joke when no ones laughing in the background”

i really like the medley

Final thoughts

I want a blooper reel, but this doesn't seem like the kind of special

I also wonder if the songs will be on like apple music, but again, doesn't seem like the kind of special

I'm happy for him, he got to be honest and open and show us the sort of panicky stuff

this self aware comedy is exactly the stuff that i think will be making a comeback in the next decade.  John better be pulling up with more deconstructed comedy. 

I hope this has given him peace

[hiccanna-tidbits]

12, 13, 15, and 1 for jackunzel and hiccanna?

AIGHT WE DOIN THIS

Jackunzel:

1) The song that plays in the background when your ship first meets

I imagine this being especially effective in a super cheesy college or coffee shop AU--it plays during their first conversation, and then when the beat drops on the final chorus, Jack is just watching her walk away with literal heart eyes.

12) It’s prom night and your ship are high school sweethearts. What song do they slow dance to that becomes their song for the rest of time?

Not a slow song exactly, but I love the idea of them dancing to this one at prom:

Also just the perfect song for Jack visiting Rapunzel against her mom's wishes, hence "How do you feel when you're away?" and "If I stay, do you think that we could change your routine? I know a trick, I've always got a few up my sleeve."

Hehehehe geddit cuz he plAYS TRICKS

Bonus points if it's a Childhood Friends to Lovers type setup and they've both lowkey been yearning for this moment their entire lives and it's finally all culminating now (hence "I still remember when you were afraid of the dark" ;____;).

And of course their prom dance includes lots of spinning and twirling, because have you met them???

13) Character A is dying in Character B’s arms. How did this happen? What song plays, causing the audience to sob profusely?

Oh definitely this one:

The backstory here is that Jack is visiting Rapunzel in her tower in secret, but Pitch and Gothel find out and are not happy about this. Gothel because she's scared Jack's gonna take her immortality source away by taking Rapunzel out of the tower, Pitch because he wants to use Jack's loneliness to manipulate him. In between tower visits, Jack is lured into Pitch's lair by his sister's voice. Pitch manages to convince Jack that Rapunzel is eventually going to grow old without him and leave him behind, falling in love with a mortal like her. Pitch claims there will even come a point when Rapunzel can't see Jack anymore, and he'll be completely alone again.

When Jack hasn't visited Rapunzel's tower in a month or so, she grows worried. Finally, she gathers up the courage to disobey her mother, and leaves the tower to go searching for him. She runs into thoroughly-corrupted Nightmare!Jack, who lashes out at her and accuses her of planning on leaving him eventually. Rapunzel says she would never, and confesses that she's in love with him.

This manages to snap Jack out of it, and he starts fighting against the corruption/nightmare sand. Dark!Jack is pretty actively trying to murder Rapunzel, so it's taking all of Jack's strength to stave off his evil alter ego. He manages to fight off and expel the nightmare sand, but the effort basically drains everything in him, and his body gives out. He collapses into Rapunzel's arms, and just holds her face as he's dying. "HE'S BLUEEEEE" plays in the background, and everyone cries. It's a bad time.

15) Somehow, your ship has been transported into an alternate reality where everyone sings their feelings. What does each character sing to the other to get their feelings across?

Jack's POV:

UHHHH BIG BOI ANGST WARNING lol

It’s Jack telling Punz about how hopeless and alone he felt for so long—and now that he has her, he has trouble quite believing he’s truly not alone anymore. He also wants to make sure she knows she’s not alone in her struggles with isolation and loneliness!

I think “Your broken heart I sacrificed” is talking about saving his sis! Because Emma/Mary was pretty broken-hearted when he died, I’m sure ;___; And “I’m sorry for all that I’ve done” could be like…causing really harsh winters as a way of lashing out about not being seen. Or maybe he teamed up with Pitch for a while before thinking better of it.

The part that’s like “forever now we can live” could be him realizing Rapunzel has youth-restoring hair, and she could potentially be immortal like him!

Rapunzel's POV:

So basically my logic here is that Jack has been letting himself be "blown around with the wind" and flown around the world for decades before meeting Rapunzel. When he does meet Punzel and falls in love with her--and she can see him--it kind of freaks him out because he is definitely not used to prioritizing coming back to a particular place. Burgess, maybe, but even then it's more to just briefly check in on how things are going before going back to roaming around and being generally nomadic. When he starts catching feelings for the girl in the tower and is drawn to her over and over again, he's like "oh god oh god what do I DO I don't know how to handle this" and tends to yeet every time he almost has to confront his feelings XD So this is Rapunzel pleading him to stop roaming aimlessly and stay with her instead! And also to stop being such a big baby and deal with his feelings lmao

Hiccanna:

1) The song that plays in the background when your ship first meets

Oh, this one, for sure!

I'm just imagining Hiccup has been Going Through It and feeling like he can't live up to his dad's and his peers' expectations, and he's generally just stressed out and anxious all the time. Then he meets Anna, and for the first time in a long time, his life is sunny again ;____; He can finally relax, and whenever he's with her, he doesn't have to worry about living up to some impossible expectation for a little while.

12) It’s prom night and your ship are high school sweethearts. What song do they slow dance to that becomes their song for the rest of time?

This bad boy right here:

Because Hiccup is one of the only people who’s never seen Anna as second-best to anyone, and has always thought she was enough just how she is ;____; He builds up her self-esteem in the way she damn well needs!!!

If you wanna get extra emotional…I think this song is Hiccup @ Anna as well ;_____; THEY BOTH HYPE EACH OTHER UP LIKE NO ONE ELSE WILL AND NOW I’M CRYING

13) Character A is dying in Character B’s arms. How did this happen? What song plays, causing the audience to sob profusely?

What I’m imagining for this one is that Drago or Grimmel is going after Hiccup, fully with intent to kill, and Anna being Anna, she jumps in the way and takes the blow for him. A few seconds later, he’s holding her dying body and is just overcome with all this grief and anger, because god damn it, how dare she throw her life away for him??? How dare she decide that she was the one who should die instead of him??? She deserves it so much less than he does, and now how the hell is he going to live the rest of his life without her?!? His brain is short-circuiting over and over, not sure how to simultaneously process Anna being selfless enough to give her life for him and cruel enough to force him to live without her.

But even if he’s devastated, he can’t say he’s surprised. That’s his Anna, recklessly and shamelessly selfless until the very end. And it hurts a thousand times more than whatever fatal blow his enemies could have delivered.

Anna always said they’d have forever together, and that she wasn’t going anywhere.

She lied.

15) Somehow, your ship has been transported into an alternate reality where everyone sings their feelings. What does each character sing to the other to get their feelings across?

Hiccup’s POV:

Because all Hiccup wants is for Anna to realize what she really wants is the smart, lanky dork! He also realizes that Anna is pretty nerdy herself when it comes down to it (I mean, she canonically read every book in the Arendelle library—MAJOR NERD MOVE). And of course the douchey boyfriend in the video is Hans, in case it isn’t obvious XD

Anna’s POV:

WHY YES, this is very Cringe!!! I assure you this is entirely by design! Anna thinks exclusively in Cringe, you see, and I will not be convinced otherwise.

Apologies for all the Secondhand Embarrassment I’m sure you experienced XD

This is in reference to this post! I’ve already done this one and this one for Jackunzel, this one for Hiccanna, and this one for Moanida!

[superbdragoncollection-stuff]

A Visual Reference guide to my thoughts through Agony of a Witch

This is a visual guide of my reactions to Wing it Like Witches, written with notes I took during the episode that were typically stream of consciousness. Well, they said it would be an angsty week. I can take it. Let’s see now…

Oh my.

Well this is different.

This is very different

Oh hey, Lily! How are you, hon? I trust you’re well?

I’m wondering if he’s collecting witches just to absorb their power...

“Gah! What the frell--?! Oh, it’s just you.”

Hm, now she might actually be a legitimate threat. How are they gonna get out of this one? Lily, come on, you’re better than this…

Oof, that title.

...Does he have a head for that hat?

Hm, seems like she’s rolling out a proper military force…

AAAAAAAAA WHAT THE FRELL?!

ARE THEY EMPTY?! I HOPE THEY’RE EMPTY!

“Be vewy vewy quiet, I’m hunting owls…”

Owl season!

Witch season

Lily nearly killed herself again! It’s okay, just walk it off, friend...

“Lily, you magnificent witch, I read your book!”

Where’d she get those field glasses? Oh god, Eda and Patton, there’s so many thoughts in there...

Huh, nice scarf, Eda! As a fellow scarf aficionado, I approve.

“Dude’s getting beaten up in the background--”

This ain’t about him.

*Click

click*

“Mom, I don’t like it when you tempt fate like--”

“Oh dren.”

Huh...that look at her younger self...

I don’t have a quip, this was just funny

Whoa. Mom really burned through her prescription.

“Jeez you’re morbid!”

“I’m fine!”

Eda, friend, pal, you just drank an entire month’s prescription

DON’T MAKE LUZ SAD!

“Parallel arm thing”, I love it

Aww, I thought she was just gonna keep the fabric for herself!

Luz, where’s your girlfriend?

WHAT THE FRELL, HOOTY?! WHAT IS THIS, SILENCE OF THE LAMBS?!

Luz, go find Amity right now. I’m sure she knows the brain bleach spell.

Hah! That bird!

Luz, where’s your girlfriend?

Luz, where’s your girlfriend?

Luz where’s your--?! Is that an owl baby?

...I’m having serious questions about free will right now.

Luz, where’s your girlfriend?

LUZ, THE HEIST IS JUST AS IMPORTANT AS YOUR GIRLF--

“Emperor built it as a symbol of unity. Before he came to power, people were doing magic all wrong. He taught us that the only way to respect the power the Titan gave us was to join covens.”

AAAAAAAAAAAAA WHAT THE YOTZ?! FIRST OF ALL THIS IS LIKE THAT RENDEZVOUS WITH RAMA ISSUE OF PLANETARY, AND SECOND OF ALL, WHAT THE FRELL?! WHITEWASHING, COLONIALISM, NATIVE AMERICAN BOARDING SCHOOLS! RED ALERT, RED ALERT, THIS IS NOT A DRILL!

Oh, there’s Amity!

Whoo, continuity! And, boo, continuity!

“Shut up.” Well, I can’t see her siding with Lily anytime soon. I like the detail on her cast. That frees her up for the next episode.

“Some”. BOO, DOWN WITH ECONOMIC CLASS!

Hogwarts. Well, we’re in for some chop.

“Peace”? People die every day because they don't have mixed magic!

Oh no. Oh no. Oh dren dren dren! “Savage Ages”?! “Wild magic?!” DISHONORED THE TITAN?! AAAAA THIS IS THE TRIPODS!

"USE MAGIC PROPERLY"?! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! THIS IS THE TRIPODS! THEY'VE BEEN CAPPED, THEY'VE ALL BEEN CAPPED! LOOK ON MY WORKS YE MIGHTY AND DESPAIR! I AM OZYMANDIAS, I MET A STRANGER FROM AN ANTIQUE LAND

Oh hey Luz, what're you up to, sweetie?

POWER MUST BE SHARED, THE UNION MAKES US STRONG. HE SHOULDN’T HAVE THIS POWER

WHAT IF THESE WERE COMMON PLACE BEFORE?! IT'S LIKE THE WATCH! AUTOMATIQUE! AUTOMATIQUE! TICK, TICK, TICK

YES LUZ, TAKE BACK THE POWER FOR THE COMMON FOLK! THEY SHALL RUE THE DAY THEY DARED TO

WAIT NO DON’T

Oh hey, Lily, what’s going on?

...Lily did you eat that bird?

Good luck with puberty. Hehehehe-- [spit take] AAAA FORESHADOWING?!

Huh, more Tolkien vibes, the heroes are organic while the baddies have serious steampunk...

Luz, sweetie, please be careful!

What. The frell.

Oh...h-hey Sauron...

I WAS RIGHT HE’S ABSORBING MAGIC HE REALLY IS SAURON

I’M RIGHT WITH YOU, LUZ

[shudder], Frak, it’s like that GTA easter egg...

Who’s that voice…? Ah, a fellow Welshman…

Looks like the heart in Eda’s diagram…

THE FRELL THEY’RE SCREAMING IN AGONY!

Aw, mom’s making stuff

Oh hey, is that Narsil?

OH GOD NO PLEASE NOT AN IMPOSTER SUBPLOT

OOOHHH THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOUUU

Hey, she’s got her girlfriend’s grabby hands

Aww, he just pet it!

Nice, nice, blowtorch

Aww, that poor guard

...how does Gus know the worm? I forgot that was even a thing

“I can feel the magic! It just cured my...whatever it is I didn’t know I had!”

Aww, your best self!

Aww, Willow! It’s like Samwise and being tempted by the ring!

“You cannot hide...I see you...there is no life in the void...only death.”

Oh...hi Saruman.

Also, “pet”? RACIST!

Wait that round artifact...

BAD TOUCH BAD TOUCH

Mom’s happy!

I need a King plushie.

WAAAAAHHH SHE WAS GONNA GET LUZ A GIFT

...Then the badness happened!

“Did someone touch my frakking kid?

...Lily.”

“Oh hey Edalyn! I see you accepted my challenge of--”

“Um.”

“What the yotz, Edalyn?! You coulda killed me!”

“AAAAAA”

“So I kidnapped a kid, what’s the big deal?”

Mom is mad…

Lily, that kid is one of exactly two things keeping her from removing your tonsils out through your ears. Don’t mess with her.

“That’s my kid you’ve got, Lily.”

Also, she’s totally right.

“Huh. Maybe she’s actually attached to this kid.”

DANA EDA IS SCARING ME

Wow.

Wow.

Lot of anime influence…

[CRITICAL SPEECH FAILURE: UNABLE TO FABRICATE NEW WORDS]

Wow.

Wow.

Wow.

Wow.

Wow.

Wow.

Wow.

Wow.

Wow.

[SPEECH CENTER RESTORED]

I’m speechless.

Oh yeah, BRING THE RAIN EDA!

LILY?! WHAT THE YOTZ ARE YOU--?!

OH...YOU...FRAKKING...COWARD! YOU FRAKKING WINNOWILL IMPERSONATOR! YOU’RE USING A KID AS A HUMAN SHIELD! YOU COWARD, YOU--YOU--

I agree with Eda on the pathetic! Lily, you can’t beat her without a human shield! A child human shield!

Good thinking, Luz!

They looked down on each other. Now that’s interesting familial baggage...

Hey, you were the one who was team captain and boasted about that--

...

YOU...YOU...YOU WHAT?!

LILY YOU DID WHAT?! YOU...OH, I DON’T EVEN KNOW HOW TO DEAL WITH THIS!

DON’T KILL HER EDA, THAT’S WRONG, BUT I WON’T MIND IF YOU PUNCH HER TEETH--

TAP-DANCING CHRIST WHAT?! AAAAAAAAAAAA

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Oh no.

...

...

...

...

No...

“Once was blind, but now I see...”

YOU MONSTER! GET HER LUZ, GET HER!

OH YOTZ OWLBERT!

SHE’S YOUR SISTER YOU DRENNED MONSTER! I UNDERSTAND YOU WERE KIDS, BUT YOU’RE STILL HOLDING ONTO THAT?! 

"Go back to your world, this one is ours." Well then, we gotta bring Earth here.

WAIT WAS SHE WRITING THE LETTERS--?!

…

…

…

Oh...Invader Zim reference…

OOOHH! YOU POOR KID!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[dizzyingflicker]

frigid air (fic commentary)

literally no one asked for this but hello! hi! if you didn’t know, i wrote a 11 chapter fic called ‘frigid air’ a few weeks back. the fic started as jayhoon centric, but it kinda got off the rails from there hehe

the birth of the idea

so the bri from a few weeks ago was already thinking about writing a lengthy enha au. 

i just finished writing a jakehoon one shot and wanted to try my hand at writing another ship! at first, i thought of typical au ideas that were college themed. those are the most fun to write and read imo, bc it’s so grounded in reality. and also bc the jakehoon one shot i wrote was a lot heavier and angsty, which was something i think i’m better at doing! there’s this really great fic i read that inspired me to try my hand at some lighter themes! 

after reading that au, i was like “hmmmm im gonna try writing some romcom type of stuff.” i always ALWAYS write angst, so this was a really nice and fun change! 

yes, back to the college au ideas. i then began to think about what majors the enha kids would do if they went to college. my notes for the first outline kind of went like this: 

Jay - fashion major, new addition to the dorm, is rich but doesnt want anyone to know, is kind despite being taken advantage of in his hometown, just wants a normal family 

Heeseung - music production major, has a soundcloud lowkey but doesn't let anyone know, is going thru his first real heartbreak and is using music to deal with it 

Jungwon - hasnt decided on a major, came to uni w a full ride taekwondo scholarship, secret boyfriend, coming to terms w sexuality 

Jake - australian exchange student, architecture major, maybe gets a weird stalker? 

Sunoo - beauty school, wants to be a hairstylist, kinda eccentric, knows everyone’s business

Sunghoon - figure skater, doesnt go to school, is close to getting on the national team, lives in a dorm to avoid his tiger parents, softspot for his younger sister

Niki - dance major from japan, is a little too clingy, feels lonely away from his family 

in hindsight, the characters here seem a lot more deeper and fleshed out as compared to what i ended up writing, but i realized that if i kept all of this in - it would’ve been really overwhelming for the reader. i had to remind myself that this was a jayhoon centric fic LMAOOOOO 

after writing this, i was like “WAITTTT A HOT SEC” this sounds a lot like hello my twenties! which btw, is an amazing show on netflix that you should definitely watch. i watched this show with my girlfriend and man, the way it handled all of the a,b,c, etc plots was so fantastic. 

every character had their own stories and that’s what i loved. usually in fics or aus, a lot of the side characters sort of fade into the background. they also do this thing where their main reason for existence is to lift the mc or main ship up in the story. i wanted to avoid that, so taking inspo from hello my 20s, i decided to give every character a story. whether it be something big like sunoo’s stalker or something small like heejake’s and jungniel’s development, i wanted to give them all something to tell. in hello my 20s, each of the girs living in that house had their own unique stories that fit them really well. whether i did it as well as the writers of the show - that’s something else to unpack, right? 

the characters and their developments 

so this is something i’m not sure if i did well in or not. the original plot was to have jay and sunghoon not get along at all. with jay’s abrasiveness and sunghoon’s surface coolness, i thought it would be fun to see them butt heads. but i realized that it wasn’t so realistic because they don’t really see each other enough to butt heads that much. i thought making sunghoon shy and reserved (thus standoffish) while jay tries his best to make sunghoon open up was a lot more cuter. 

jay is a lot more bold in this, even through his embarassing moments. he’s self-assured, determined and open to pretty much anything. he’s generous and friendly. the only weakness jay has is he’s too presumptious sometimes and assumes stuff without any real basis, as seen with him assuming that ryujin and sunghoon were dating bc of a passing remark from jake and some yt comments. i gave him a dead dad at the end of the fic bc hello we’re projecting but also to explain why he’s super close to his mum and why he’s just a tad bit behind everyone else his age. i wanted to expand on this a little but sadly, i kinda ran out of words to talk about this. if you know what i mean. tbh, jay doesn’t have much of a development in this. that’s something i really want to improve on in my next au, giving my mc some actual development instead of getting carried away with other side characters. 

sunghoon is, as i said, shy and reserved. he has a lil trauma from being rejected by seon years ago. you can tell that his experience was not pleasant at all - so he keeps feelings of attraction and want farrrrrr away from him. sunghoon is sorry he’s an anti-romantic, if you will. throughout this fic, you see him open up to jay and realize that not every guy he’s attracted to will reject him painfully. he also learns that he doesn’t need to keep people at an arms length away and that opening himself up to more people will bring about very nice things! very cliche but hey, it iz what it iz. 

jungwon was a fun one to write! not bc i feel a little of what he feels, but bc he’s adorable with daniel and having him be unsure was fun to write. jungwon is pretty self-assured in this fic, but with daniel, he’s not really sure what he’s doing. 

heeseung feels secure enough with jake that he’s willing to sing in front of him, which is something he doesn’t do. jake is very naive about relationships and hee’s feelings for him, but heeseung kind of brings him down back to reality with the scene from han river. heeseung is getting over a breakup and that stuff takes a while, so that’s why i didn’t let them get together too fast. hee knows how jake feels about him and he doesn’t want to ruin it by jumping into things so fast. 

sunoo is super friendly and too trusting with people, which is both a blessing and a curse. niki and him have been attached to the hip since their friendship started and niki sees sunoo as a very very dear friend to him. bc who else lets him sleep in his bed and who else buys him taiyaki everyday? that’s right, it’s his sunoo hyung. sunoo also cares for niki a lot and they’re just very sweet. 

what i did well and what i didn’t 

okay this is debatable, but i did like how i wrote the developing relationships in this, mostly the ones that weren’t the main jayhoon arc. i liked the way i wrote jungwon and daniel’s little friction and i loved heejake’s confession scene. 

the humour in this was a little weak for me, but it was my first attempt at writing it so it’s forgivable. 

i just wished i wrote the main relationship better. i feel like it took a while at the beginning and suddenly went from 49 to 27403 real quick. if i were to rewrite it, i’d give them a lot more time to pine as that stage before friends and maybe insert more conflict. 

i’d give jay a stronger conflict other than trying to befriend with sunghoon. his character felt very 1d for me and i didn’t like that. i needed to develop him more tbh LMAOOO 

music! 

anti-romantic by txt

perhaps love by eric nam ft cheeze

love poem by iu 

give love by akmu 

hope ur ok by olivia rodrigo 

only yoou by yand da il 

references for sunghoon’s ice skating 

sunghoon’s white outfit in the youtube video with ryujin 

sunghoon’s black outfit in nationals 

the reference pic jay draws of sunghoon (which seon sees) 

if you read the fic, i’d like to say thank you! i had a lot of fun writing this and seeing everyone’s reactions to the plot twists was super fun hehehehe i genuinely loved doing it even tho it gave me a lot stress! thank u for reading this if u read it too LMAOOOOO 

[gureishi]

Happy birthday @this-mess-of-a-song!!! 

Hope you have a day today that’s as wonderful as you are ♡

The pairing for this fic is Song X Everybody hehehehe~ Oh and uhh the Saeran here is GE Saeran but also no I don’t know what route this is set after annnnd that is all I have to say (lol) I really really hope you enjoy and I’m sending you lots of love and hugs <3 <3 <3

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You give the café door a gentle push and it makes a pleasant jingling sound—but it does not budge.

That’s strange, you think. But everything is strange today: it’s strange that Jaehee asked you to come by in the middle of the day. It’s strange that the shop is locked. It’s strange that you haven’t heard a single word from any of them all day long—especially considering what day it is.

You give the door another curious shove. No: it’s definitely locked. You try and peek through the little window, but the glass is foggy and you can’t see much of anything at all. You’re starting to feel a little bit annoyed.

“Hello?” you call. Oh, and as soon as you speak there’s a sound from inside: a sort of shuffling—soft voices—chairs scraping against the floor. 

Oh, you think, your heart racing. Are they…?

The door opens.

You are expecting to see Jaehee, and so you’re surprised when Yoosung is the one at the door. He beams when he sees you and reaches eagerly for your hand.

“Hi,” he chirps. He leans toward you, head tilted, eyelashes fluttering: oh, this is his please kiss me face, you think. You bury a hand in his soft hair—a beautiful mess as always—and press your lips to his. He practically vibrates.

When you pull back, he looks dazed—and for a moment, he just gazes at you. He has stars in his eyes, you think. He squeezes your hand and you smile into his beautiful face.

There is is a sound somewhere behind him; the lights are dim and you can’t quite see. Yoosung startles out of his reverie—stepping aside, still holding your hand. “I forgot,” he murmurs, giggling. “There’s also…”

Oh.

You scan the room and, for a second, you forget to breathe. The tables have been rearranged, and the lights are low. Seated all around the room—at the tables, and on the tables, and behind the coffee bar—is everyone.

Your skin feels hot. You can’t remember the last time you saw them all together like this; you find yourself counting, looking from one to the next to the next—they really are all here.

“Yoosung, stop monopolizing him,” drawls a sweet voice from the corner. You turn, and Zen is loping toward you, tossing his hair over his shoulder with characteristic grace. Yoosung pouts, and Zen wraps his long arms around you. His sweet scent makes your head spin.

“You look good,” you tell him, because he does; you can feel his chest rumble as he laughs.

“I always look good,” he says, drawing back so he can see you. His intense gaze sweeps up and down your body, and you suddenly feel very exposed. “You look perfect today, darling,” he sings. You smile.

Zen is leaning closer to whisper something in your ear when the general chatter in the background gets louder. You hear the word hypocrite, and you can’t help but laugh. Your attention is in high demand today, it seems.

Jaehee comes around from behind the coffee bar and slips an arm around your waist, pulling you into the room.

“Has anyone,” she murmurs quietly, so only you can hear, “even said happy birthday yet, sweetheart?”

You laugh, pausing to wrap both arms around her waist. She’s still got her pristine little apron on, even though she’s clearly closed the cafe early—and she looks almost painfully adorable.

“There’s been kind of a lot going on in the last few minutes,” you tell her. She shakes her head and you tuck a stray lock of her hair behind her ear.

“But you’re the most important thing of all,” she insists. There’s a stubborn look in her eyes.

“You didn’t need to shut down the cafe for me, though!” you say. She smiles your favorite smile: it makes you think of the wind in your hair and the sound of ice cubes in a cool drink.

“I attempted to pay her for the lost time.” Ah, a deep voice behind you: you turn and Jumin is slowly unfurling himself from his chair, his dark eyes glittering. “But she would not allow it.”

Jaehee says something in response, but he isn’t listening. He’s holding out his arms for you with a sort of sparkling determination on his face.

You go to him and he envelops you. His lips brush your forehead; his breath is warm against your skin.

“I consider myself to be a very patient man,” he murmurs. “But my patience was running out.”

“You were very patient,” you tell him, and he squeezes you a little tighter. It’s easy to overwhelm him with praise, you’ve found—easier than you would’ve imagined. He’s spent his whole life being praised—but praise from you seems to mean something else entirely.

“You flatter me, my little prince,” he whispers. Your heart skips a beat.

“How do you do that?” you ask. He draws back, and there’s a puzzled expression in his eyes. He doesn’t know, you think—he has absolutely no idea how mesmerizing he is.

“Do what?” he acts. It’s a genuine question, which makes you laugh. 

“Tell you later,” you whisper into his ear. You’re pretty sure he shivers.

At Jumin’s side is Jihyun—sitting quietly, waiting for you with a placid smile. You turn to him and he takes both of your hands.

“Happy birthday, my beloved,” he says. And his voice is so soft—especially amidst the chatter that’s growing louder all around you. Jaehee is back at the coffee bar, checking something in the oven; there is loud laughter coming from a corner. You lean over Jihyun to hear him better and he runs his finger across your palm. It’s somehow not ticklish, when he does it. His touch is like warm spring rain on your skin.

“How,” you ask, bending to kiss his cheek (he flushes), “did you manage to all be in one place at one time?”

Jihyun tilts his head to the side, thoughtful.

“You,” he says at last. You’re finding it hard to catch your breath. It’s almost too much, all of this at once; your legs feel weak.

Jihyun is still seated, and over his head, you can see three figures in the very back corner. You smile, because of course that’s where they are.

“Go,” he murmurs, sensing where you’re looking. “Say hello to everyone. I’m not going anywhere.” You squeeze his hands and slip between the tables, making a beeline for the corner.

Saeran meets you halfway.

He’s standing almost as soon as he sees you looking—and he comes to you on quick, quiet feet, with flushed cheeks and a tender smile.

“Were you surprised?” he murmurs. You cup his cheek with one hand and he leans into it; he is, you think, practically purring.

“I don’t know what I was expecting,” you say. He hums, and you close the distance between you, pressing your body into his. He is gazing at you with immeasurable love in his eyes—he always looks like this, you think: like he wants to dissolve into you.

So you kiss him. You feel him melt; his arms wrap easily around you—and he is cloud-soft, star-bright.

He murmurs a word into your lips that tastes like love. You pull back and his clear eyes are sparkling.

“It’s all a lot, isn’t it?” he whispers. You see the way he’s looking at you: like he alone notices that your legs are weak. It is a lot. But his cool hands on your skin are soothing and his smile gives you strength.

“I’m good,” you tell him. You are.

Behind him—perched on the edge of a table, somehow looking perfectly at home and wildly out of place all at once—Vanderwood raises a hand in greeting.

“Come here,” they say.

Grinning, you throw yourself into their arms.

Automatically, their rough hands fall to your waist. They make a tiny sound—a low chuckle—and toss their head as if to say I was expecting that.

But you can feel the way their heart is racing, and that is a dead giveaway. They don’t know quite what to do with you, you think (and the thought makes you proud).

“Come here often?” you ask, and they roll their eyes, hands drifting to your hips.

“What do you think?”

“Hard to say.” You move closer; their grip on you tightens.

“Don’t get carried away,” they mutter.

You shrug. “You’re the biggest surprise of all,” you tell them—and they laugh, fingers hooked through your belt loops.

“I think I can handle one day with this group,” they say. You tangle a hand in their hair.

“You’ll do anything for me, won’t you?”

They raise their eyebrows.

“Don’t push it.”

You give them a fleeting kiss as you pull away—and you don’t miss the way their cheeks color.

Off to the side, curled into a chair with his arms and legs draped every which way, is Saeyoung. He raises his eyebrows, grinning mischievously.

“Saving the best for last?” he trills.

“Who said that?” You linger, hands on your hips, as if you don’t plan on going to him at all.

He growls—his hand shoots out—and in a heartbeat he’s pulled you to him. His face is just a hair’s breadth from yours and there’s a glittering look in his eyes (as if he’s saying you’re all mine, now).

You lift a hand, running your thumb over his bottom lip, and he grins.

“Everyone’s watching us,” he says.

“And?”

His eyes widen, and a devilish grin spreads across his face.

He kisses you deeply—and you’ve been kissed so much already today that your lips feel almost swollen, but you curl your hands into his hair and let him take your breath away. He pulls back—too quickly—and you whine.

“I wish you could see the look on your face right now,” he says. You look into his molten, dizzy eyes.

“Same goes for you.”

Saeyoung spins you around, wrapping an arm around your waist. From this vantage point, you can see the whole room and everyone in it: they’re chatting with one another, and laughing, and sampling coffees—but you know why they’re all here.

They’re here for you.

“You’ve got us,” Saeyoung whispers in your ear. “All of us.”

You don’t doubt it for a second.