#I'm gonna say the people following me still probably aren't the target of this

[just-call-me-the-intrusive-thot]

I did not think I’d be coming back to this blog after so long just to remind everyone to be decent human beings but here we go! Do NOT speculate on other people’s health conditions.

Do NOT try and offer or push your medical advice on them.

And for the record, you can have your opinion on how someone looks or whatever you want in private, but holy shit do NOT shove your opinion onto that person, whether it’s responding to them in public or in DMs.

I get it, some of you aren’t about the facial hair. Some of you worry about the hairloss and skin condition. But I have news for you; you being invasive of Thomas’ privacy or actively publicly shaming his choice to handle it however he deems fit isn’t helping. You’re hindering it.

I don’t even need to say how gross some of the behavior I’ve seen is. Anyone who has any kind of medical issues will know how awful it is when you have to make a big decision that will affect your appearance only to have friends or family go “Oh but I like you the way you are!“ or “But it won’t suit you!“ etc. Imagine that but with strangers who feel weirdly entitled to your private life and your choices.

Yeah. It’d suck.

Tl;Dr: Whatever happens with Thomas’ hair is HIS choice, he knows his medical conditions better than any of you, and he’ll know what he can and can’t do to remedy it while making sure his mental health doesn’t suffer.

[pixellangel]

"Don't you feel stupid answering these questions when you don't even know who you are?"

STORYTELLER SYNTHESIS SCENE 1 - A GIRL NAMED V

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Storyteller Synthesis is an indie cyberpunk RPG that I’m currently writing and designing. This is the first scene of the game, where we're introduced to our first party member - a girl named V. Please enjoy!

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Onyxveil is a troubled city. The streets are covered in litter, the skies are gray with smog, and the only sources of light are flashing neon advertisements on walls. Within this bleak cityscape stands an equally troubled young girl, one with hot pink hair and an unfocused gaze. Just a few years ago, she experienced a horrific eve-

"Can you shut up and give the Player control already? Nobody wants your stupid expository speech."

...Ahem. As I was saying, just a few years ag-

"Why can't you ever listen? The Player isn't interested and neither am I. Get it over with."

Ugh. Fine. I came up with this whole summary, but if you're so ungrateful I GUESS I can throw it in as flavor text somewhere...

"Perfect, I'll make sure not to read it. Now get rid of this black screen so the Player can see."

Excuse me? I know what I'm doing.

"Sure. Just get rid of it."

Ugh. Fine.

[Now, in tile RPG format, we see the aforementioned girl from behind. She's at the edge of a rooftop, looking out into the smog-covered cityscape. The camera shifts downwards to show another person, one with a long, pale blue ponytail. The girl turns around and walks towards them. She keeps her distance, but begins speaking. Her character portrait shows a girl with purple, rectangular irises. Her hair is spiky and she wears some sort of strange cropped techwear hoodie. She looks dissatisfied.]

"So, "Sylvie." Long time no see."

> I could say the same to you.

...

"How long has it been now? Three years? Four?"

> Three.

Not sure.

"And how was your little warrior's expedition? Successful?"

Very.

> You could say that.

Not exactly.

"Good, good. Now, Don't you feel stupid answering these questions when you don't even know who you are?"

Wh- hey! I already told you not to go off script!

> I'm not sure.

Oh. Sorry, you don't need to answer that. Let me just fix this... small bug.

[The Narrator goes silent for a moment and the girl stiffens.]

There! Much better.

[The girl's character portrait is different when she speaks again. Her eyes are wide open with no shine. She has a wide, fake smile. Her hair spikes stand up a little less.]

"So sorry, SYLVIE! I don't know what came over me there. I'm glad your expedition went well! Woul d y ouu be wil lin g to h e-"

[She snaps out of it, shakes her head, and glares up at the sky.]

"UGH!! Stop doing that!!! I would literally NEVER talk like that. You of all people should know. Ughhh... anyway, Player, I'm not gonna keep up the "Sylvie" act. You aren't her and we both know it."

If you go off script again, I'll have to keep acting for you. Get back to the story or else.

"Shush. Player, follow me."

[The Narrator protests as the player follows the her down from the rooftop. The two come to an arcade, which the girl enters without hesitation.]

Ahem. Sylvie. You don't need to go in there. If you would just give me a minute, I can get her to come back out...

Sorry, this is going to take some time. Please be patient.

[The player enters the arcade anyway while the Narrator is distracted.]

"Hey. Glad you could make it."

[The arcade is empty, save for the two of them. Most of the machines look like they're out of order. A few of the arcade cabinets are still working, though.]

"If you're waiting for him to talk, you should know he can't hear us in here."

> "He"?

"The Narrator. He's messing stuff up in Onyxveil, and probably in other cities too. If i had to guess, I'd say his other targets would be The Sunbasked Stratum and Karma Point. They'd be good settings for a story, so..."

> Why can't he hear us in here?

What is he trying to do?

Who are you?

"I dunno. My guess is that he never intended for anything to happen in this arcade, so it's barely more than set dressing. I've never heard him speak a word while I’m in here, though. It’s pretty nice."

Why can't he hear us in here?

> What is he trying to do?

Who are you?

"He's writing some stupid story. I don't know... it's hard to explain, and we probably don't have much time. All you really need to know is that he's meddling with reality for his own selfish reasons and not taking anyone else into account."

[Her face contorts in anger.]

Why can't he hear us in here?

What is he trying to do?

> Who are you?

"My name's V. There's nothing else you need to know about me."

> Who am I?

"You’re the one playing the video game. Obviously."

> That's not what I meant.

"Oh, you must want to know who's body you're in. It's another person from Onyxveil. Their name is Sylvie. They went out on some training journey a few years ago. I... haven't seen them since."

> ...

"It doesn't matter. I need your help, Player. I don't want to be trapped in this stupid reality where I'm a character in a story I never asked to be a part of."

> What do you want me to do about that?

"I want you to help me kill the Narrator."

[V looks determined, but angry. This Narrator person has very clearly wronged her in some way, and based on her face, it looks like it was extremely personal.]

> How are we meant to do that?

"I don't know all the details just yet. However, I think the most effective method would be for us to assemble a party of several people. More people means more firepower, and he already wants us to gather more allies to fight the robots that keep appearing in the city. It'll be easy to fly under the radar as long as we don't discuss it in front of him."

[She speaks quickly and confidently. It seems she's been thinking over her plan for a long time.]

> Do you know who we need?

[throwingawayhailstones]

New raid dropped and it's kinda peak???? (party 2.2 (i actually finished the story))

yea ok holy fuck kill Barkat. KILL (spoilers btw obv)

The story was honestly pretty sweet. Even though it's a raid boss you don't actually fight the conductor in 20-5. He says he's not the combat type so he was just gonna let them go, but turns out the doors won't open until he finishes a proper performance. Them's the breaks. So the gang play some music with him and take him through therapy. it's really cool. He's like "i'm just an android i do i really count as alive?" and Eve is like "well you can hold a conversation far better than the androids outside and you can also create art. Even if you aren't a Nasod that's alive enough for me :)" I love this man i SWEAR TO GOD BARKAT IF YOU KILL HIM FOR LETTING THEM THROUGH I'M GOING TO BE REAL UPSETTI

I love him so much

Little guy discovers free will omg

AYO ADD NOT THE NEANDERTHAL ALLEGATIONS

KILL HIM EVE

The 20-4 story was really funny with Haivan realizing the trick to getting past the security system right before the communicator broke and Add and Eve getting all upset because that dumbass Haivan figured something out before we could wdh wdh

Eve is great in this chapter btw. She's honestly the star of the whole raid even though it's Lu's region. I lover her heart to heart with the Conductor and I love her getting snippy.

(anyways turns out since it was a "simple" machine they just asked it what the passcode was and it was like lol sure gimme a sec)

Oh gee a chapter called "Manipulate" I sure wonder what's going on in there

Ah..

DIGG NOO

(btw for context, he was one of Lu's closest followers and went by "Digg" rather than his birth name "Tarith" to distance himself from his piece of shit dad)

GOD I HOPE

THEY KILLED CIEL NOOOO (he's fine (probably))

Also next raid is a cool dragon or something. Apparently Barkat kicked the Tortas out of their territory to excavate some fossilized dragon bones that were in there. That's why they've got that cool elevator lol.

HMMM AISHA I WONDER WHO WOULD BE EVIL ENOUGH AND POWERFUL ENOUGH TO ORGANIZE A RITUAL SACRIFICE OF THAT SCALE??? SURELY NOT SOME TWO-FACED BITCH??? Barkat's reckless mining operations poisoned the land, she reduced Lu's castle to a crater to repurpose the raw materials, and now she's (might) kill all the people too? What does Lu even have to come back to??

On a side note, I like how in the recent storylines they didn't forget how "morally questionable" (evil) some of the gang and their allies are. While exploring the land of steel, the Tortas were slaughtering anyone who questioned them. They didn't suddenly become good people now that they've adopted Raven as their boss.

Remember that all the Ikus of Magmelia are terrified of the Torta. The only reason they are even alive is because Vasili (Incoolord) convinced Ricardo to let them go in exchange for their vision. (This is why all the Ikus in Karis' army or in Magmelia either have scars on their faces or blindfolds).

In the Monaterra storyline we have Ciel openly and proudly talking about ways he'd efficiently kill his targets, and it's like "oh right he was an Assassin. He worked with the Lanox underworld."

Raven and Elesis were mercenaries, they've definitely killed people for money.

Aisha is a Landar mage and not a single one of them is normal (except my goat Yuria).

Even though Tir is an ally for the Abyss storyline, he still absolutely cannot be trusted and would bet on the gang's deaths for a laugh.

Aren openly invited Ran into his body because of his treatment in the Xin capital. He may not have forseen everything that would've happened, but he definitely knew that a lot of people in the palace (many of them innocent servants) were going to die.

Haivan plotted for Aegrip and Berthe to kill eachother during their rampage and isn't sorry about it even though he'll admit that the current outcome where the capital doesn't get turned to rubble was preferable.

Add was openly talking about taking apart the Conductor which they just made friends with.

Ain is STILL RACIST

Interestingly, this contrasts with Elboy's decision to do everything he can to spare the baby Myuriconus in 18-2 (Abyss). He feels bad after seeing how the Magmelia Dream Demons are mourning Karis and doesn't want to kill if it he doesn't have to. The gang follow him even though Ciel or Raven or even Elesis absolutely would have killed it in such a desperate situation (they were actively dying due to being in the Abyss) yet they still followed him because they trust Elsword as their leader and moral compass (even if they make fun of him in the down time)

[olderthannetfic]

Have you read a matter of oaths by Helen Wright? I've seen you talking about lbgt fiction and it's a space opera I stumbled across which is wonderfully written, has a intriguing storyline and which I was not in the slightest expecting to be lbgt. I was even more surprised when I realised it was written in 1988. Think it's had a recent reprint but I'm always surprised more people aren't talking about it, it's got the kind of real life representation people are always saying they want in fan spaces while actually being well written and about the story.

Whereas a lot of lbgt books I find that seem to be more about being an lbgt book rather than I'm gonna write a story and while I'm at it, make it as diverse as the real world. I'm not trying to bash that type of book at all (if that's your thing go for it, you do you.) but I am lbgt and find it frustrating that when looking for good books that happen to be about lbgt people, I can only ever find books where its clear the authors focus is on those characters being lbgt rather than them being characters in their own right who are also lbgt? A lot of books especially those on lbgt booklists feel to me like they are more worried about scoring points and getting the representation in than just telling a story and that's not really what I'm looking for.

This is completely diverging lol but do you or any of your followers have any tips on finding that kind of lbgt fiction? Representation without it being * representation * . I go for most genres tbh, depending on what I'm feeling at the time, but i like things to be telling a story rather than slice of life (ppl always talk about this like its a fanfic thing but it's the best term I can come up for for the kind of 'mid 40s married and having marriage difficulties' that always seem to get lent to me lol. I'm partial to a bit of romance if it isn't too tropey and i like things i read to have a bit of conflict, sickly sweet puts me off a bit. I'm never sure where to go for non literary book recommendations as tumblr spaces and following on from that, booktok, are very focused on young adult esque books which I'm not really in to and sites like goodreads don't go in to enough detail for you to know that person doesn't just have terrible taste (sorry. I don't actually believe bad taste is a thing. Different strokes for different folks and all but please. Goodreads reviewers, you do you, somewhere away from me. Every book recommendation I've had from there has been rancid.) Are there sites/spaces I should be looking in that I just don't know about yet? (I'm thinking if they are they are probably focused on particular genres? That's cool, I can do multiple places.)

I want to be able to find more recommendations for easy to read books that are still well written. I know these books exist because that's 90% of my non fic reading lol but I have to just stumble across them and in doing so rarely get to target my aim at all so I don't find many with non straight characters. I feel like if i work more off recommendations from other lbgt readers i could read more of these kinds of books with characters that are lbgt like me, but I need to find my kind of readers I guess? All the lbgt reading spaces I come across are very young adult aligned/ are running parallel with fanfic spaces which is great, but I read fanfic for fanfic! I want a different flavour from books. The frustrating thing is, I know these books are out there! And I know there are readers like me I just can't find them. The kind of lbgt fiction I'm looking for feels like finding diamonds in silt and I just don't know where to look.

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It sounds vaguely familiar, but no, I haven't read it. Hilariously, the first thing I found on googling was an obnoxious review by KJ Charles.

"Not too tropey" is the main sticking point here. While people may say they want this or that type of representation, what a lot of fandomy people actually pay money for is tropey romance. I prefer it as a B-plot to a mystery or adventure story, but I'm still looking for it.

I share your experience with goodreads and with everything everywhere being YA City. I don't know of a social space for discussions of queer sff. There are some sites that list books with the specific content tagged. I can never remember the one people always rec to me.

I have not found "lgbt" to be a helpful descriptor for the type of queer genre fiction I'm seeking for myself. The presence of alphabet soup tends to go along with punctilious attempts to include everyone and with books that don't feature the kinds of relationships I like to read about. I'll read tropey f/f on occasion, but I'm usually in the mood for m/m, so I look for things with BL-like labeling, including the predominant niche in originally-in-English indie m/m, "M/M Romance". (It's presenting quite a problem as some of those authors transition to writing mystery-with-romance instead of romance-with-mystery though.)

Can you describe the kind of book you're looking for more? "Good" or even "easy to read" plus "not like fanfic" don't really tell me anything. Does this mean nothing that has been released by an independent author and labeled as "m/m romance"? Does it mean nothing in a coffee shop? Does it mean nothing without a proofreader?

I've run across queer fans of space opera hungry for... something, but I don't know if there's really a huge block who are on the same page about what that something is.

The last queer sf book I read was Earth Fathers are Weird, which is about a guy who signs on to be a surrogate for a tentacle monster due to translation issues. It's pretty fluffy and slight. Most of the stuff I actually care about is mystery or mystery plus sff elements, like The Plumber's Mate series.

I tend to read a lot more in the urban fantasy mystery space, which is also what I write in. I like Knives Out-y golden age detective novel pastiche, so I may not be a great source of recs for you.

[mythundermeme]

ARCANE RP STARTERS, PART 2

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ACT 2

EPISODE 4

"Everything he built either exploded, melted, or toppled over."

"You always give that speech. I could never take your place."

"You deserve this honor."

"You still avoiding her?"

"It's your fault, really. For not following her into a career 'more befitting your station'."

"She'd do anything to keep me from seeing the real world."

"We really have descended to anarchy."

"We just need to show him it's safe."

"Wouldn't miss it for the world, my boy."

"Putting that kind of power into everyone's hands is dangerous."

"I didn't do anything. She's crazy."

"She shot me."

"Who shot you?"

"She fired on us."

"There are always mishaps in battle."

"_ were her target, and most are dead."

"It wasn't a mishap - she froze up and lost her shit."

"I expected better from you than excuses."

"You failed. Don't disappoint me again."

"Your sister's gone. You know that as well as I do."

"Sisters, right? You can't live with 'em, can't stuff 'em back in the ol' babymaker!"

"I need to know that I can rely on you."

"He's old. He only ever sees the past"

"Give the people a glimpse of the future."

"Now he thinks I'm weak."

"You should come with me, we're partners!"

"Not in front of all of them."

"I know many of you probably didn't expect to see me here today. And believe me, I'm just as shocked as you are."

"No one in my life expected very much of me."

"Pardon us if we're not quite so refined as you, milady."

"Don't you gave a cocktail party to attend?"

"Help! It's so hot, please. I'm trapped!"

"Also, I brought this dynamite. Goodbye."

"My mistake cost people their lives."

"Perhaps the time has come to explore a more radical solution."

"Do you have any idea what you've done?"

"Shouldn't you be resting?"

"The answer's here, staring me in the face."

"You almost died, _. I just... I just want you to be safe."

"Thanks, but I already have a job."

"This one was hit by friendly fire. He's got reason to talk."

"You don't understand. I have to talk to him."

EPISODE 5

"That was quite some shooting."

"Did my parents pay you to let me win?"

"No, your parents didn't pay me."

"I just thought you deserved it."

"For me, knowing how to handle this weapon means being able to protect people."

"What are you shooting for?"

"Can you just send in whoever's gonna kick the shit out of me so I can get on with my night?"

"In what mad world would I trust someone like you?"

"You said you could control her!"

"This is a poor use of our time."

"What about our pledge to improve life, for those in need?"

"No! It was a mistake! It was a mistake!"

"You almost got me killed."

"My little sister could do that when she was seven."

"We're here because I'm hungry. Do you know what prison food is like?"

"Don't they hate each other?"

"Well, that place does look like it has bodies buried in the basement."

"Time to prove them all wrong. Once again."

"You have to let them think you have what they want."

"You're hot, cupcake."

"So what will it be, man or woman?"

"What is truth but a survivor's story?"

"Imagining yourself a hero?"

"You know there's always tomorrow, right?"

"I almost drowned in these waters."

"That day, I let a weak man die."

"You're strong now. Just like you were always meant to be."

"The doctors, um, they said you're..."

"How much time do I have?"

"She's like his daughter."

"Do you ever say thank you?"

"You're an alright shot."

"I'm an excellent shot."

"You're so sweet. Like a cupcake."

EPISODE 6

"Why aren't you playing with the others?"

"Loneliness is often the byproduct of a gifted mind."

"We can be loners together."

"It's a sad truth that those who shine brightest often burn the fastest."

"Listen, I'm sorry for disappearing last night."

"_ saved my life once. Now he needs me and there's nothing I can do."

"I hate feeling so useless."

"Nothing feels impossible when I'm with you."

"I'm not grabbing girls."

"Guess she replaced you."

"You're about as good for our cause as you were for your family."

"About time daddy joined us."

"Can't you see we're playing?"

"She does whatever she wants. I... can't control her."

"I can feel my body... eroding."

"This only works if we can trust each other."

"We're not monsters, you know. We're people, just like you."

"Despite it all, I can tell... you have a good heart."

"Please, if ever you've put faith in my guidance, hear me now."

"It's that thing! It must be destroyed."

"I owed her old man my life."

"She's bleeding, she needs a doctor."

"Why would you take something that does that to you?"

"I just... wanted to feel what it was like... to be somebody."

"And who holds you accountable?"

"Healing this city will take more than just speeches."

"Humans don't live for centuries! We can't wait for progress."

"I thought she died, but, no."

"How do you not know if your sister is alive or dead?"

"What have you done with my sister?"

"I'm gonna find her and erase whatever fucked up delusions you put in her head."

"I'm gonna bring your bullshit empire down all around you."

"You don't know your limits, girl. It's what got _ killed."

"How many problems can one girl cause?"

"I tried to come back, I promise I did."

"Things changed when you left. I changed."

"You did what you had to do to survive. Me too. It's okay."

"This is a trick! You're playing me!"

"You can fire that thing if you want, but I'm not going anywhere!"

[spookybias]

[ attractiveness everywhere, stupidity everywhere ] — kang taehyun

pairing: kang taehyun x gn! reader. genre: fluff, crack. warning: mention of bugs, mc doesn't have any friends. for: @ficscafe's dialogue prompt event. word count: 1960 note: obviously i wasn't sure how to end this T_T

prompts: #22: "stop staring, it’s creepy" + #23: "what the hell are you wearing?" + #25: "you got something on your face." "what? where?" "your stupidity. it’s everywhere."

You shrieked at the sight of a tick crawling up your leg, and immediately began swatting at the skin in an attempt to slap it and any comrades that might have kept it company off of you. As a cold breeze passed, you brought your knees up to your chest and wrapped your arms around yourself in a hug. The thought of more ticks crawling all over you, consuming your blood and body in their tiny, red glory, sent shivers to your spine. The wait for your guardian to come pick you up from school was beginning to feel endless, and although the sun was shining, the warmth was certainly not existent on this particular day.

The thought of having to wait longer in the chilly weather only produced more thoughts of ticks and ants and other bugs finding the time to crawl on you. Anxiously, you dusted off your tutu skirt and legs once more, and even your jean jacket every few minutes. You thought that waiting at a nearby cafe instead of at the high school grounds was a better option, considering you refused to let any of your peers find out that you were still being picked up by someone. But you weren't expecting to become the seven course meal for some ticks.

The sunlight began to beam down. You were gracious for the heat to finally be hitting your shivering physique, but immediately became irritated at the brightness that you were sure would blind you if you sat at the table for another half and hour. You rose a hand to your head, trying to block out the sunlight, and caught sight of a boy from your school making his way over.

You realized who it was, and your knees began to tingle. You were eighty-five percent sure that the tick hadn't bit you, and that the twinkling panic in your body was due to the pretty guy plopping down in one of the seats across the table. Taehyun shuffled through his backpack, pulling out some snacks.

The desire to impress one of the cool kids from you school flew in like a pigeon at the sight of bread. You leaned back in your chair, legs crossed in what you hoped was a sexy angle, and twirled a piece of your hair around your fingertips. Before you realized what you were doing, you made a mental note of everything that was attractive about taehyun; his half brown, half blonde hair, his pearly whites, and his gentle but assertive hands. overall, his face was amazing. You mumbled to yourself as you watched him eat his animal crackers, unaware of just how creepy you appeared.

"Is there something you need?" Taehyun looked up from his notebook and sighed. He picked up his pack of crackers and held them out to you. "Are you hungry? Do you want some?" He waved the food in front of your face.

You were left dumbfounded. The tone of his voice made you feel like you were some kind of wild animal trying to prey on him, and he was trying to distract you in order to escape. You knew you weren't the best around people, but never predicted that the boy you'd seen people swoon over for ages talked to others like they were beneath him. "No, I don't want anything from you." It came out much more rude than you had intended. perhaps you were something feral, and your defensive instincts had kicked in.

Taehyun blinked twice before setting his pack of crackers back down. "Stop staring, it's creepy." Then he looked down, taking note of your appearance. He had never seen someone combine a jean jacket and a tutu skirt in forty degree weather. "What the hell are you wearing?"

Feeling self-conscious, you pulled your knees up to your chest again, tugging at your skirt. "What? You think I'm weird or something?" You weren't trying to sound so targeted, but you were used to people picking on your taste in everything, and attacking first had become your immediate reaction to others. "You don't have to sit here."

"Calm down," Taehyun held his hands up with a look of so much disbelief that you wondered if you seemed like you were about to shoot. "You seemed cold, even from all the way over there." Your eyes followed his thumb pointing over his shoulder to the nearest crosswalk, the direction he had come from earlier. "And it's no wonder. You're wearing a skirt in weather like this."

"I thought I looked cute..." You mumbled into your arms crossed over your legs. "Besides, you have no control over what I wear. I can show as much leg skin as I want to." You ended your sentence with a pout.

"I'm not saying you don't look cute." Taehyun looked directly into your eyes. "It's nice seeing an already attractive person in a strange, but nice outfit." Your face started to feel hot. "And you're right, I have no control over what you want to wear. I was just concerned is all. It's freezing and I know you're cold in that skirt."

"So you care?" The words tumbled out of your mouth before you could catch a hold of what you were saying. You weren't exactly used to people who weren't your guardian worrying about you.

Taehyun rolled his eyes and flipped to a new page in his notebook. "I would rather you don't pass out from the temperature right in front of me."

"My guardian usually tells me if it's hot or cold," You went on to say, no longer remembering that Taehyun was one of the cool kids, and instead eating up the idea that someone seemed interested in you. "The sun was out, so I assumed it would be better weather today."

Look at me, you thought to yourself, talking about the weather with someone handsome.

"You have a phone right?" Taehyun suddenly questioned.

Your eyes widened, a tiny bead of sweat dripped down the side of your face. You managed to stutter out, "Y-yes. I do. W-why?"

"Phones have weather apps, idiot. Start checking yours." Taehyun didn't bother to look up from his book. You wondered if he was still interested in what you had to say, if he had more questions after this one. "If you don't have the mental capacity to do that, then at least open your window and stick your hand out."

"Oh ok." You screamed into your skull. You had let yourself get a little too excited about Taehyun's question. You were brought back to reality. Taehyun was a cool kid, and you were a weird new student, an outsider. There was no way he'd give you his number.

The clouds moved in, blocking the sunshine that had previously been annoying you. Taehyun's appearance had made you forget about your irritation entirely, though. It was silent except for the occasional sound of the cafe door a few feet away swinging open joined by the sound of a customer's footsteps as they power-walked out with whatever they had bought. You wanted to talk to Taehyun some more, but wasn't sure what you could possibly say that hadn't already been said to the boy a million times —that day.

He was just that popular.

Taehyun jumped at the sudden sound of a slap on skin. You shrieked at the sight of an ant on your leg. Taehyun could distract you from the cold and the sunlight, but not from your worst nightmare coming true.

"Oh my gosh, they're eating me!" You wailed.

"What on Earth are you talking about?" Taehyun closed his notebook and put it away. It was impossible for him to get some studying (and snacking) done with you around. "You really are crazy."

"There was an ant, and earlier there was a tick. Am I gonna die? They've been attacking me all day!"

Taehyun squinted. He wondered if you were mentally okay. Maybe the lack of social interaction was the cause of your eerie behavior. "Ants aren't much of a problem, but did the tick bite you?"

"No, I don't think so." You patted down your clothes.

"Then you're fine," Taehyun started to pack up his things. "I mean, if the tick did bite you, it's possible that your legs could go numb and you'd never walk again—"

"WHAT?!" You weren't sure if your life was flashing before your eyes or if the sun's demonic brightness had finally gotten to you.

Taehyun stared blankly at you. "You got something on your face."

"What? Where?" Panic began to strike again at the thought of a bug crawling on your cheek.

"Your stupidity. It’s everywhere." Taehyun grabbed his bag and stood up. "And I'm starting to believe it might be contagious, so I'll go now."

"You're leaving?" You scrambled around for your bag on the back of the chair and followed suit.

"Yeah, my ride should be here in a few minutes. I'm just going to stand by the corner." Taehyun walked off. You stood frozen in place.

"T-Taehyun!" You called out.

"Yes, ____?" He looked over his shoulder expectantly. "I don't have all day," He reminded as he took a look at the invisible watch on his wrist.

"You know my name?" You didn't think anyone at your school knew your name. No one talked to you unless they hadn't been paying attention to what the teacher was saying and needed a recap.

Taehyun turned around and looked at you. "Of course I know your name. We're in the same grade."

Oh. You had gotten ahead of yourself again. "Taehyun." You fiddled your fingers and lowered your voice. "Can I stand next to you while you wait for your ride?" It was silly, really, but that was the kind of person you were.

Taehyun continued walking. "Yeah, sure. Stop being creepy about it." There was a hint of teasing in his voice and a growing smile on his face. You were so stupid and weird, and that made him want to learn more about you.

And so you stood beside Taehyun for the next three minutes, utter and comforting silence surrounding you both. You thought you looked like two strangers who talked to each other and stood next to each other like they weren't strangers at all. You shook your head, letting the desire to be close to Taehyun shake. He'd probably let anyone stand next to him on the sidewalk.

A black van with tinted windows pulled up to the curb. It looked suspicious and you wondered if Taehyun was quite the suspicious character. You also wondered if you should probably run as far away as you could from the van. Then the door opened, and you caught a glimpse of an older guy with red hair sitting inside.

"Hurry up, Taehyun. We're gonna be late to game night, and I just know Beomgyu and Kai are hiding all the good cards." The guy peaked his head out and eyed you. "Taehyun you have an interesting taste."

"Your hair is weird," You immediately shot back.

Taehyun turned around. "Do you need a ride?" You gulped as you watched him put his bag in the car.

"Uh, no my guardian should be on their way. And I'm not allowed to take rides from strangers." You scratched your head awkwardly. "Not that I would want to ride with that weird guy in the back," You managed to finish.

Taehyun chuckled. "I'll leave first. Don't wait here on the corner by yourself, though. Someone might mistake you for a prostitute. It's not exactly safe," Taehyun warned. "See you at school."

"Got it." You retreated back to your empty cafe table, and watched from afar as Taehyun's car drove our of sight.

[pionoplayer]

I keep having this really dumb idea in my head of like... overly long undertale style genocide run? But in a setting specifically constructed in such a way to keep the serial escalation of it going without derailing/diluting the thematics. I dunno if it's a particularly good idea but since one of Everhood's songs put another fight concept into my head for it I decided I might as well post the original idea that came with it here to tumblr.

Steps echo down a ruined corridor, worn down by calamity and time both. At the far end, a figure slouches against a pillar, notices the newcomer, and stands up straighter to face them.

"Hey there. Didn't expect someone to make it this far.

Let alone for that someone to be you, of all people.

Guess this is the part where I give my little speech, yeah? That's usually how these things go.

There's a line I've heard said, quite a few times in fact. It goes something like…

'Do you believe that even the worst person, no matter how horrible, can change if they just try?'

I've always considered it a tacky line but in the end, I believe it. The answer was 'yes' for me after all…

But here's the thing, buddy.

After a certain point, the question stops being "can this person change" and starts being "how many people will they hurt if we give them that chance again".

Because a person can change, no matter how horrible… but only if they decide to.

And you've been given more chances than anyone could possibly earn at this point.

Some people would draw a line in the sand and dare you to cross it.

Not me. You've already crossed every line that mattered.

Some people would give you one last chance to drop your weapon and surrender.

But you already killed them all while their guards were down.

And some people are like you. Ruthless, cold, downright psychotic.

I'd say it turns out they were right but uh, you didn't really leave any of them lying around either did you?

So I'm gonna ask this question one, final time. Just for nostalgia's sake. Back when there were beautiful days outside, when there were flowers left to bloom and birds left to sing.

Are you ready to have a bad time?

Because you don't get a choice anymore, as far as you've come down your path the only thing left waiting for you is the worst time of your life.

NOW STAND STILL AND DIE LIKE THE CREATURE YOU ARE."

The newcomer - no, the challenger - steps forwards instead, sending an attack towards the figure at the end of the hall. The strike is rendered harmless.

"Yeah, I figured that would be your response. Let's get started then, shall we?"

The defender begins his own assault, attempting a pace to keep the challenger from launching their retort.

"You know, it's kinda funny. Looking at you, you don't look like the kind of person that would be responsible for everything happening."

A gap in the onslaught, another quick and precise strike, followed by the defender resuming his barrage.

"Hey now, that's not a jab at your height. I don't waste jokes on an audience like you. Just a statement of fact, ya know?"

Another opportunity, another missed shot.

"If it weren't for all the bloodstains and equipment stolen from the corpses of people better than you, I'd think you were just some poor sod looking for their way back home."

A gap, a strike. The pattern is established.

"Wherever your home was, it's probably not there anymore. A lot of homes aren't there anymore, thanks to you.

Doesn't that bother you? That wherever you started you can't go back? That everyone you might have ever cared about in whatever times and places you could've been…

Are just gone? Vanished? Obliterated so thoroughly that even we can't bring them back?

Look, kid. I don't know what your deal is. I know you by reputation alone, and even if my job is dealing with 'problems', I was really hoping I wouldn't wind up here. With you.

But every single one of them, even the psychopaths bent on breaking everything over their knee…

They still had something they wanted to see through. Something they wanted to protect, even if it was just their own sorry hides.

I look in your eyes, in your past, I see nothing. Oh, I see a house, and parents, maybe friends. But I don't see anything real. Real to you. It's like you've erased it, severed all your own ties on a conceptual level.

It's almost like you're just as gone as everything you've taken away."

Something changes. The strike lands a little closer, shaving off something small, insignificant. The constant barrage of destruction falters.

"...That fast huh? Go on, do it again. I dare you, kid."

Another strike. Another impossibly near miss.

"I didn't think you'd actually be dumb enough to do it. Guess my little ramble actually paid off yeah? Now I know exactly what you are. Approximately."

Another strike. This time the sound of it hitting the far wall seems to shake the very foundation of the world itself. And then the room fills with death.

"Let's see how you deal with phase two, buster."

The pattern resumes, just with more noise and violence.

"You know, I really don't know why I'm still talking to you. A friend of mine would tell me to stop wasting my energy…

But, you know, it calms my nerves. Pretending I'm talking to a real person.

Now, I'm sure you know the whole catastrophe, inside and out. You were right at the heart of it after all.

To get things straight though? You got lucky. We were busy, other problems were cropping up, and it didn't look like you were the threat you are until suddenly everything was collapsing.

And with what you are… do you think maybe in another branch of causality we could've maybe been coworkers? Maybe friends?

You've got the moxie to be one of us, I'll tell you what. A bit lacking on the 'morals' side of things though.

Guess it doesn't matter anymore. Even if I, if we, stop you dead in your tracks, in a way you've already won.

Can't go back from where we are now after all…

Speaking of 'not being able to go back', I'm getting a little bit tired of this endless back and forth. What do you say I… speed things up a little?"

Abruptly the pace picks up, what was already an assault leaving so little untargeted space it was frankly unreasonable that the challenger had gotten this far - and gotten this far unscathed no less - becomes an unrivaled, personally targeted cataclysm.

"...You know, even knowing what your deal is... watching you brush off one of my best tricks like it's a laser pointer is infuriating."

The challenger lashes out, a set of frantic, angry strikes that are abruptly cut short by a resumption of hostilities from the defender.

"So you know what? I'll take a turn at your game. Go ahead, hit me with your best shot before I can charge up something better. Let's see how this goes for you."

The hall is silent for the briefest of moments, before the challenger lets loose the first noise they've made throughout the entire confrontation; an infernal, blood-curdling shriek. Power ripples through the hallway, searing away pieces of it in a barrage of strikes meant to bring gods to their knees.

Everything freezes. The challenger, the collapsing hall, everything but the defender.

"Wow, you're really ready to have this be over with, aren't you? I'm sure you almost got me, try harder next time and I'm sure you'll get to see what comes after."

There's a crunch and a soft cry of pain. The challenger is forced to their knees.

"I've got a little piece of advice for you though, assuming you haven't gotten it from me already."

Another crunch, a steady pace of dripping liquid can be heard.

"Your little 'quest' doesn't end with me. I'm just the wake-up call. If you get past me somehow, things are gonna get a whole lot worse for you than you realize. You might wanna turn back now before things actually get ugly."

There's no sound besides the slow drip of blood to the floor of the ruined hall. Or something approximating blood at least.

"Now get lost."

GAME OVER

...You aren't getting rid of me that easily.

>RETRY

[kenmasgameboy]

PIPSQUEAK

a kuroo x gangmember!reader

summary;

" you like to cause a bit of trouble, pipsqueak?"

" pipsqueak? seriously?"

Life for you got turned upside down after your first year at Nekoma high. Realizing it was too dangerous, your parents sent you back to live in Miyagi and attend Karasuno with your old friends. Kuroo Tetsuro, the Police Chiefs son, comes into contact with you in the most unexpected way possible, bringing trouble wherever you both go.

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Prologue.

      High school was never that interesting to you. Though, you'll admit that it was a good way to help the days pass. You always found different games to help.

At first, games to you meant sneaking out of the house, slashing tires, almost getting arrested, going to parties. You had a bad reputation. You had been mixed up with all the wrong people before at your old school. But now you were going to turn your life around. Even if that means that now games to you would mean studying. Kind of.

         The closest you'd probably get to your new life would be getting in trouble for minor things at school. For example, falling asleep in class was a specialty of yours. Truly, an art form. Waking up to that sweet slap of a ruler against your desk was better than any alarm clock you'd ever hear. The rush in your chest, the heat to your cheeks, the sweaty palms. Incredible. But that is it. You promised your mother that this year you would be making her proud at Karasuno. You wouldn't be hanging out with those "thugs" as she liked to call them. You would keep up, maybe pay attention, and maybe make some more real friends.

       The truth was that school never felt like a real challenge to you. Sure there were plenty of difficult subjects that made you feel stupid but you always kept out of the drama, minded your business, and kept your head down. It was fine. There really was a target on your back now that you were the new girl at school though, and you had adjusted week by week meeting new people and reuniting with some old ones, too. But ultimately you decided the social system just wasn't made for you. There wasn't really a good place for you to fit in, or maybe it just wasn't comparing to the kind of family you made before.

      Today was one of those days where your motivation was at its peak, you were taking good notes. Studied for a quiz, been overly diligent. Then that sweet beautiful sound of the lunch bell rang, you pulled out your food, grabbed your skateboard, and left the classroom in a bit of a hurry. As you were leaving you started to hear a conversation:

      Dude, don't worry, I have it completely handled. Watch...

      "(Y/N)!" Narita, your classmate called for you once you exited the room and into the hallway. He stood next to Ennoshita who looked like he would explode any second. You knew Narita, him and Ennoshita were in Class 4 with you and you really didn't have that many real friends at school but you wouldn't mind calling them that. They were some of the friends you were reunited with from middle school, they were a big comfort to you when you transferred in.

      "Hey, how's it going?" You slowly walked over, trying to find your excuse to leave and take a nap without seeming impolite.

      "Great, good. Thanks, yourself?" Narita answered for him and Ennoshita. He also seemed in a hurry for some reason but was much worse at covering it up.

      "Pretty tired, but uh, for the most part—" You started but your sentence didn't last long.

      "You should come to my party! Uh— Our party. We're having a party it would probably wake you up. It's in Tokyo! I mean—" Narita came in strong.

       "Nice, buddy. You really do got this handled." Was all Ennoshita followed it up with, "Gotta go, see you guys in class."

       "A party?" You laughed a little, just because these guys were anything but the partying type. You started walking and Narita was following you like a hawk, "Don't you guys have volleyball practice or something?"

        "Yeah, of course. But not this Friday night! I mean technically we do but we'll be done at 6:30. Party can start at 7:30." Narita followed up, "All the volleyball guys will be there, too. We have a summer training camp in Tokyo starting on Monday so this is kind of the only day we can get everyone together. We already had our friends from Nekoma invite pretty much everyone they knew."

       "N-Nekoma, huh?" Your smile wavered, "That sounds like it'll be really fun for you guys. Thanks for the invite, but I don't really know anyone on your team. Plus, I can't get to Tokyo by 7:30." You said, declining as well as you could without making your answer too suspicious.

       "Well, yeah about that. Um, by 'it's in Tokyo' what I meant to say was Tokyo guys will be there. They're volleyball players, too, actually." He explained, rubbing the back of his neck and adjusting his satchel, trying his best to act cool and lean against the vending machine you were using.

       "So, it's a Volleyball mixer with you guys and a bunch of guys from Tokyo but it's not in Tokyo? Where is it, then?" You asked for the elaboration, kind of liking this dancing way to get to the point.

        "Yes, well and other schools in Miyagi, too. It's a lot of schools, I mean I'm talking Nekoma, Fukorodani, Aoba Johsai, Johzenji, Date Tech, Shiratorizawa.. maybe.. Inarizaki.. and more.. again maybe. But it's at Kinoshita's house. Which is still kinda far, but it has a pool! His family is loaded and they'll all be gone this weekend." Narita finally got to the point.

        "Sounds like it'll be a good time for you guys. I'm happy for you, sounds like you've made a lot of friends from other schools." You cheers'd your milk to him and started walking again to find a place to eat.

        "No, no. Girls will be there, too. It's kinda the whole point."

        "You really have to work on your pitch." You said plainly.

        "Please, I need your help (Y/N). I was put in charge of getting girls to come to this party." Narita begged, you couldn't help but let out a laugh at his desperation. In all your years of knowing him and being in the same classes you had never seen him talk to a single girl who wasn't in a group project or something related to it.

        "Why you?"

        "It was either me or Tanaka."

        "Oh, then definitely you are the better choice." You agreed, having known just from the previous stories he's told you. "Interesting proposition. I'll think about it."

       "You'll think about it and say yes?" He tried, "Every time I talk to a pretty girl I feel like I'm going to throw up, I can't talk to groups of girls and invite them to a party. But you're likable, more well known now since you're the new girl."

       "First of all, rude that I don't make you want to throw up. I'm pretty, sometimes."

       "Fair."

        "How about, I'll say yes if you tell me who it is you have a crush on, which girl you most want at this party then I'll help out." You offered. Narita thought for a minute as you started eating your lunch.

       "Fine." He nodded, "This is my duty to my boys." Then he leaned into your ear and whispered the name of the prettiest and smartest girl in your class: Ichika Yua. Ichika was going to be a tough sell.

       "Alright. A deals a deal. You've given me a secret and I will do what I can do. How many girls do you need, anyway? Are we going for a 1:1 ratio or..?"

       "No, these guys need a much higher chance I think. Let's try a 4:1 ratio."

       "Yeah, actually you're gonna take what you can get."

       "Yes, ma'am."

        "Now give me the rundown on your team. I don't really know any of them and I need to know for my pitches I have to do this week. And don't think because I'm doing some work means that you can slack off okay. I really only know 2nd-year girls, if you want 3rd year or 1st you have to go to them. You need to try too. Also, will there be alcohol?" You listed off your demands and were straight forward. Narita made a slow nod,

        "Oh, I almost forgot. Do you know any girls from Nekoma who could come?" He asked you the dreaded question.

        Yup, you were originally supposed to spend your high school years at Nekoma High School. When you were entering high school your dad got a job offer in Tokyo, forcing you to move out there after middle school. Then after everything happened, your Mom knew it was too risky to let you live out in Tokyo still and she shipped you back here to go to Karasuno and live in a small apartment by yourself. You have family friends who come to check on you and your parents visit when they can. It's not horrible, at least now you get to come back to streets more familiar.

      "Um, I think the girls I knew from Nekoma aren't exactly the girls you want at a party. Besides, you should just ask your volleyball brethren to ask some girls and pull their weight. Or are they too pretty for you to talk to?" You teased Narita and knocked his head.

      "Hey, girls are girls." Narita held his head from where you knocked it.

      "Sure, if thats the case then the next time you see me I better be seeing some chunks."

     You and Narita continued to eat lunch together that day. Until you realized you only had a limited amount of time left and had to use the bathroom before class so you excused yourself. You skated away around the outside of the courtyard with a bun in your mouth and around some of your other classmates, waving.

        "Dude, uh. Who was that?" A guy with an aggressive appearance walked up to Narita, having walked past a few minutes before but stayed just to gawk.

        "Huh? (Y/N)?" Narita clarified, innocently.

        "(Y/N)... wow. What a beautiful name." Tanaka sighed in simp, "Is she our year?"

        "Yeah, man. She's in my class. You never noticed her before? I'm surprised she was the talk of Karasuno guys for like the whole first week of this year." He laughed. "She is technically new to Karasuno this year. But she's from Miyagi, I've known her since grade school."

        "My babe sensor has been reserved for Kiyoko only recently. Trying to be loyal." He humphed, "You guys a thing?"

       "What? No, no." Narita laughed, "No, we've just been friends for a while. She's helping me get girls to come to the party on Friday."

       Tanaka jumped up with optimism, "Yes! This is going to be the best party of our high school lives!"

       "I hope so." Narita rubbed his neck to try and tame his nerves again.

       "(Y/N).." Tanaka sighed again, "You know who's gonna go nuts when they get a look at her, right?"

       "I know."

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next

Thank you so much for reading!! Please let me know what you think and keep reading!!

[tintin-is-my-life]

- FANFICTION - 2nd part

An Unexpected Meeting

At that moment, Kathrynn had just woken up. She was determined to get out of the hold of which she was trapped. She shouted to Sakharine's attention:

Sakharine ! I'm talking to you, who do you think you are? You are on my boat! You have no right, especially not to command my crew or even to corrupt them for whatever reason !

LET ME OUT OF HERE!

At that moment, the door opened. Thisis Tom, come to put Kathrynn back to sleep

She barely had time to slip behind the door When Tom entered the room, he saw it was empty. But, he soon realized that he had been the victim of a ruse, since without warning Kathrynn came out from behind the door and knocked him out with a punch in the face.

He gave the alert:

Haddock has escaped !!!

Once again he received another punch,this time from Allan.

You idiot !! Said Allan.

Allan, then took all the necessary steps to find Kathrynn But they still had to warn Sakharine. And he was afraid of that, after all the blunders they'd just committed.

Kathrynn tried to find a hiding place in the meantime, because all the exits had been made. So she went into one of the holds. She barricaded the door. Then, when she turned around, she saw... Tintin, still asleep.

Kathrynn: Who is it? I don't know him...He's in really bad shape ! I don't know why they did this, but they're gonna hear me upstairs!

She took off her chains. And laid him down on the floor, resting his head on his coat.

Ahh, he's waking up ! She said.

Tintin: Mmh

Kathrynn: Sir, are you okay ?

Tintin: Mmh, my head...

It hurt a little bit all over. And he was still bleeding from the many blows Allan and Tom had dealt him.

Kathrynn: Let me help you up !

Tintin: Who are you, by the way ? he answered.

Kathrynn: I'm the captain of this ship ! she said.

Tintin: I see ! Is it because of you that I'm here ? You're on Sakharine's side, aren't you?

Kathrynn: Not at all ! I too was a victim of that scoundrel ! He corrupted my entire crew and had me locked up in the hold. I managed to escape and I had to hide. That's when I found you. She turned back.

Tintin: I'm sorry if I've offended you...

Kathrynn: I probably would have reacted the same way. (^-^)

Tintin: By the way, my name is Tintin. What's yours? It seems to me that you haven't told me your name yet...

Kathrynn: That's right ! My name is Kathrynn Haddock!

Tintin: Did you just say "Haddock"?

Kathrynn: Uh... yes, is it that important?

But Tintin doesn't have time to answer. There's a voice behind the door.

It's Allan's: Found ! It's not a very clever hiding place.

Kathrynn: We have to get out of here before they can get in !

When Tintin saw a few things, he exclaimed:

I've got an idea! We're going to use this to get out!

They opened the porthole, and threw the rope that allowed them to reach the porthole on the top floor. Allan and Tom managed to get in shortly afterwards. But of course, the hold was empty.

Where is your radio room? We've got to send a signal to the authorities before we leave ! Said Tintin.

In the meantime, Allan and Tom went to warn Sakharine about what had happened.

Sakharine was desperate. How could he trust two such idiots, he thought.

Then he came out of his silence:

Sakharine : How could you let them escape?? I want you to find them ! Both of them! If you kill, Tintin it's not so bad but I want Kathrynn ALIVE ! I've got some business to attend to with her. I have vengeance to exact!

Right, boss ! They exclaimed.

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While the whole crew was on their heels, Kathrynn and Tintin managed to reach the radio room. Kathrynn left Tintin and went to prepare a rescue channel. But suddenly, while Tintin was busy sending the distress message, he was interrupted by Tom who was passing by. Tintin knocked him out with a punch. Tom had time to sound the alarm. But Tintin didn't have time to finish his message. Shortly before, he had discovered the destination of the boat. He was on his way to Bagghar to get his hands on the third boat and thus on the third and last scroll, that of a certain Omar Ben Salaad.

Tintin is pursued by several men, but they are not fast enough to catch him. Kathrynn was able to reach the rescue channels but she was also spotted. The canal is ready. Tintin runs with all his strength, despite his injuries, to join her. They finally manage to escape, but Sakharine won't stop there.

At dawn, we find Tintin and Kathrynn on their small canal in the middle of the ocean.

Tintin takes the opportunity to ask her some questions about the Unicorn:

Tintin: So, are you a Haddock?

Kathrynn: Yes !

Tintin: I thought this family had no more descendants?

Kathrynn: Yet, I'm way ahead of you!

Tintin: Can you tell me what happened, then?

Kathrynn: This is going to sound strange, probably, but I don't remember anything ... at least not yet...

Tintin: What do you mean?

She takes her head in her hands.

The story I was told got lost in my head... It's as if that memory has been taken away from me...

Tintin: It will inevitably come back to you one day, don't worry ! (^^)

Kathrynn : Still, I'm sure this story has something to do with this Sakharine. There's got to be something, otherwise why else would he have chosen my boat, my crew?

Tintin: I think you're right! I have that impression myself...

A few hours later, the canal fell victim to the shooting of Karaboudjan's plane.

Tintin and Kathrynn protect themselves with the hull of the canal. Fortunately, Tintin still had a weapon (the one he had stolen from one of the sailors).

He only had one bullet left. He had to be well concentrated to hit his target.

Shortly afterwards, the seaplane landed. Tintin hit him. As the pilots didn't know that he didn't have a single bullet left, Tintin took the opportunity to put them under control. They too, had a gun, but they didn't expect Tintin to arrive, so they were not suspicious.

Now, Tintin and Kathrynn have a way to reach Sakharine in Bagghar and prevent him from stealing the third scroll.

But, on the way, they hit a real storm and the plane crashes in the desert.

Everyone is safe except for the two pilots who escaped with parachutes.

Tintin and Kathrynn continue on their way in order to find a way back to civilization.

But of course, it is unbearably hot and after a few hours they faint. They are found in the night by an army commander and one of his troops, and are brought back to the command post.

Tintin has been awake for a long time, but Kathrynn is still in a deep sleep. Tintin is at her bedside. She seems to be having a rather agitated dream. Then suddenly she wakes up.

Kathrynn: I remember everything!

Tintin: Really ?

Kathrynn: Yes! My dream reminded me of a lot of things. But there's one thing that still intrigues me. In my dream, the pirate was wearing a scarf over his mouth. I couldn't see his face.

Suddenly, one of the soldiers comes into the room, it's hot outside, he's wearing a scarf and he takes it off when he comes in. And then Kathrynn has a flash. She sees her ancestor take off the scarf of Captain of the Pirates, a man named Red Rackham, with a sword.

And now she sees his face.

Kathrynn: That's impossible !

Kathrynn: What's going on ? Said Tintin.

Kathrynn: So that would be his real reason. The treasure is just some kind of bonus for him. What he wants most of all is revenge.

Tintin: ?

Kathrynn: You're not going to believe me... Sakharine is the true descendant of Red Rackham ... Well, the captain of the pirates who invaded "The Unicorn" at the time! And just as my ancestor defeated him, and Sakharine is his descendant, he wants revenge for the bitter failure of my ancestor, Sir Francis Haddock.

Tintin: How? But it's unbelievable! At the same time, it would explain a lot.

Kathrynn: Indeed. We have to leave for Bagghar soon!

Under no circumstances will I let this Bashibouzouk steal the treasure of the Knight of Hadoque!

Tintin: Let's go without further delay!

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When they reached the heights of Bagghar, they saw the port where the Karaboudjan was moored.

We are on the right track. There it is ! Said Tintin.

And they entered the city.

A few minutes later, Tintin gave the alert. I think we're being followed !

What do you mean, we're being followed ? Said Kathrynn.

Indeed, two people seemed to be following them, quite closely too.

Tintin and Kathrynn took them by surprise. And there they discovered... the Dupondt. The latter had received the distress message Tintin had sent from Karaboudjan. They had come to join them in Bagghar. And they also had the wallet that Tintin had had stolen and in which he had put the scroll.

Now we're on equal terms. He says.

When he looked up, he discovered that posters were being put up on either side of the city gates. Bianca Castafiore, a famous Milanese singer was giving a concert tonight in the palace of Omar Ben Salaad. Palace in which the third and last "Unicorn" was located.

Tintin and Kathrynn were present at the concert. They're pretty well dressed. They took the time to buy Moroccan-style clothes, perfect to blend in with the crowd.

When they sat down in the distance in the hall, they saw The Unicorn well exposed in a display case by a bullet.

I wonder how Sakharine could break that glass and take "The Unicorn" ? Said Kathrynn.

Tintin didn't have time to answer, so the diva entered the scene. She had short blond hair and wore a long pink mermaid dress, which ended with small ruffles. She began to sing. Honestly, her singing is unbearable. She sang almost out of tune. But Tintin and Kathrynn tried to bear it. Looking around, Tintin noticed Sakharine, who was watching the scene from a balcony. He had one of the best seats, at the same time, he was the one who organized everything, which Tintin and Kathrynn didn't know.

Towards the end of the song. Bianca went higher and higher. Tintin understood pretty quickly what was going on. Sakharine had organized this concert himself, because only the voice of the famous Bianca Castafiore was powerful enough to break the glass that surrounded the caravel, glass by bullet moreover. Then Sakharine's falcon flew towards "The Unicorn" and then broke the mast and stole the parchment that was hidden there.

And there, everything followed, Sakharine, who had long since noticed the presence of Tintin and Kathrynn, pointed them out to make them take the blame for him and thus save time. The Sheikh's guards approached them. Tintin and Kathrynn defended themselves and finally managed to escape to pursue Allan, Tom and Sakharine, who were fleeing by car with the scroll.

Eventually they caught up with them. And fights broke out. Punchings broke out as well.

With all this, they finally made it to the harbour.

As they fought, Sakharine noticed the scroll the Dupondt had returned to them. He knows that Kathrynn has it on her. Sakharine provoked Kathrynn. Tintin was in a bad position at that moment. Sakharine pointed a gun at him and then he said to Kathrynn :

If you don't want him to die, give me the scrolls !

A serious look on his face. Then she turns to Tintin. She closes her eyes. Tintin is always ready to take the slightest risk, but right now, it would be too stupid to die for a simple scroll, even if it leads to a magnificent treasure. Kathrynn decides to give the scroll to Sakharine, who is more than happy to receive it.

Sakharine : There you go, I've won !

I wouldn't speak too quickly if I were you, said Tintin.

And as if for fun, Sakharine shot Tintin, but fortunately he didn't manage to touch him.

While Kathrynn and Tintin protected themselves from the bullets, Allan and Tom had time to start the car to return to the boat.

They watched the car run away with an awful feeling of failure.

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Tintin and Kathrynn had sat on a café terrace waiting to find a solution. All his emotions had made them thirsty and they needed a pick-me-up, without alcohol of course.

Kathrynn: We have to find something, we can't let them take my ancestor's treasure like that! There's got to be a way! We've got to catch up to them!

Tintin: I wish I was as optimistic as you are, but there's no hope left! They're too far ahead of us. And we have absolutely no idea where they're headed.

Kathrynn: I think you're more optimistic, but we can't give up at this point.

Tintin: I'm more of a realist, if you don't mind.

Kathrynn sipped her mint tea and thought. There had to be a way to catch him. Then suddenly she had a click.

Kathrynn: OF COURSE ! Tintin, did you use the radio to send a message?

Tintin: Yes, I did... He replied a little desperately. Wait a minute! You're right, I know what radio frequency they're transmitting on, which means, if I give that frequency to the police, they'll be able to find the boat wherever it is!

Kathrynn: We need to find a plane !

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A few hours later, Tintin and Kathrynn found themselves in the port of Brussels, accompanied by a few policemen ready to trap Sakharine and his henchmen. Sakharine came down the gangplank and ordered Allan and Tom to keep his actions secret. Then he went to his car, where Nestor was waiting for him. Sakharine got in, but Nestor didn't have time to do the same. Just as he tried to open the door, the car was lifted into the air by a crane operated by... Kathrynn, who was enjoying herself. She placed the car near the crowd of five policemen, including Dupont and Dupond, as well as Tintin. They approached the car to put Sakharine under yoke, but they saw absolutely no one. Until Sakharine came out of the front seat and yoked them in turn. He threatened them, then shot them, wounding one of the policemen in the leg. Sakharine took advantage of the policeman's attention and fled. Meanwhile, Kathrynn had come down from the crane, thinking she would be more useful on land. She came face to face with Sakharine, who pointed her gun at her, a finger to her mouth to tell her to shut up. Allan and Tom, who had noticed that the situation had degenerated, got out of the boat discreetly and positioned themselves behind the policemen and Tintin so as not to be spotted. They pointed guns at them and Allan ordered Tom to tie them up so that they couldn't bring in more reinforcements.  Tintin, also tied up, was forced to follow Allan and Tom, who of course pointed a gun at him. They joined Sakharine and Kathrynn on the deck. Kathrynn was stunned to see that Tintin was now Tom and Allan's prisoner.

Sakharine spoke up:

Good ! I hadn't planned any of this, but I figured we could settle the score here after all. He said, looking at Kathrynn, and ready to draw his sword at any moment.

Red Rackham ! Kathrynn said

Sakharine : I am delighted to see that you have finally understood! It would have been much less fun to kill you without you knowing the whole truth! I tracked you down by documenting myself on a boat I had discovered a long time ago at a flea market in Russia. "The Unicorn", of course! So I swore at that moment to avenge my ancestor for the humiliation Sir Francis had inflicted upon him. The treasure is only a bonus on top of that, but it is also a real pleasure to see me get the treasure that has been in your family for generations.

...

So here's what I propose: Let's fight here and now to end it all in good faith! Only one of us can win and it will be me! You are obligated to accept. If you don't, I'll order Allan to pull the trigger and you can say goodbye to your friend. Ah-ah-ah-ah! Tonight I will finally restore my ancestor's honor! He said with determination. What is your answer?

Kathrynn: I accept, of course ! she said, looking at Tintin.

Tintin: Kathrynn, it's much too dangerous.

Kathrynn: If I do nothing, they'll kill you! I have to do it!

Sakharin: That's enough, let's get down to business !

Allan and Tom held Tintin firmly in addition to his bonds so that he wouldn't come and interrupt the fight. Sakharine, quickly drew her sword stick. And Kathrynn armed herself with a piece of piping she'd found on the deck, it was it or nothing.

Sakharine warned her, and Kathrynn tried to avoid the blows. It was a tough fight. Kathrynn was fighting with all her strength, for her ancestor, for Tintin, but also for herself. Suddenly, Sakharine succeeded in disarming her. Her weapon fell a little further. And soon after, Sakharine pierced it with her sword stick. With the shock, Kathrynn coughed up blood, and her eyes began to water in pain. The blade was still in her body. Sakharine moved the sword to cause her more pain, then pulled it out with a violent kick to knock her down. Kathrynn fell to the ground.

Tintin: No! Kathrynn !! He shouted in fright.

He wanted to join her to help her, but Tom and Allan stopped him.

Tintin: But let go of me at last!

Tintin tried to fight back but nothing helped. To calm him down, Allan hit him in the stomach. Next time it's a bullet in the head!

Kathrynn was bleeding a lot. She still had enough strength to get up again, but Sakharine stopped her by pressing her foot on her back, which made her fall back down. He grabbed her by the hair and whispered in her ear:

So, how does it feel to lose?

Kathrynn: Ahh!

Then he turned her over to make sure she was on her back. He kicked the hand that supported her wound and put his foot in its place, making it suffer even more. She could no longer move, and fainted a few seconds later.

Sakharine raised her head and smiled: Ah ah ah! I hope you are proud of me, dear Rackham! My revenge is finally accomplished!

Tintin was totally impotent, he had tears in his eyes. Kathrynn... He had never been in such a situation before. He had always known how to get out of danger. He felt awful. Even in all his adventures, he'd never experienced such violence as he did now. Sakharine was a more fearsome man than all the bandits he had known before and would do anything to get his way.

Moments later, Sakharine ordered Allan and Tom to let Tintin go, and Tintin rushed to Kathrynn. He took her in his arms. A bond had been created between them, something Tintin had never felt before. Feeling Tintin's touch, Kathrynn managed to open her eyes. She looked at him and smiled at him :

I'm glad I was able to live this adventure with you... she whispered to him.

Tintin saw the light go out in her eyes. He couldn't stop crying. He hadn't told her anything, but he was beginning to have feelings for her, what he didn't know was that she too...

Tintin gently laid Kathrynn's head on the ground and gave her a kiss on the forehead. Then, with clenched fists, he stood up looking at Kathrynn's inert body.

You're going to pay for this ! He shouted to Sakharine, who watched the scene with an amused and cruel look.

Tintin heard a noise behind him. He barely had time to turn around when he saw Sakharine pointing a gun at him. He didn't have time to react, Sakharine touched him on the head.

The end.

[punkscowardschampions]

Bea & Bronson

Bea: Hey Bronson: You don't have to Bea: I do, though Bea: it's important, your feelings are important, I acted otherwise, so you have to know that's not how it is, how I see things Bronson: Yours are too Bronson: I know you weren't seeing things clear last night Bronson: Call it forgotten Bea: Fuck that Bea: I know there's no forgetting Bea: and I know I've broken your trust and there's no getting it back Bea: but please, let me rebuild something Bea: I only did it because you're important to me Bronson: important in what way though Bronson: we aren't gonna be that Bea: No Bea: not like that, I don't want that Bea: I don't even want what I did, not really, I know that's just words when I did it but I swear to fucking God Bea: you're my best friend, my only friend, frankly Bea: it's a distancing thing...you know Bea: make you like him, put you in that box, that way I can see it as a good thing when I lose you Bea: but you don't deserve to be tarred with that brush, so I am, I'm really sorry Bronson: I've been around C & R long enough to see some fucked up boxes Bronson: and not walk off Bronson: I'm not doing that to you Bea: It probably won't be you Bea: that'd be me too Bea: I can't sustain shit Bea: I did the same to them, you know Bea: but they don't care so I didn't have to feel bad about it, got to be selfish Bronson: and they never bragged about it in my earshot...whoa Bronson: blessing or curse Bronson: I mean, if I was gonna, you'd get first dibs, but let's not make it weirder like Bea: Guess they give enough of a shit about you to not put that weird on you Bea: little did they know...ha Bronson: I mean they have made some offers over the years Bronson: But we were a lot younger Bronson: And the flashbacks only occur sometimes lol Bea: Didn't mean to add to the PTSD Bronson: You're off the christmas card list but you can still come for drinks Bronson: Nobody needs the newsletter and cringey family photo really Bea: Bron Bea: stop making it a joke if it ain't Bronson: I don't know how else to deal Bronson: You're not a club random Bea: You could tell me what you wanna tell them Bea: might help Bronson: I don't see it, you didn't have those motives Bea: Wanna violate my trust somehow Bea: hack me Bronson: Sure Bronson: Scope out that inbox Bea: go for it, serious Bea: #exposed Bronson: Am I gonna go further down the PTSD rabbit hole by catching sight of your nudes? Bronson: You can delete but they won't go Bea: I mean Bea: perhaps best to swerve my texts then Bea: uni emails Bea: ooh the scandal Bronson: Fix your grades while I'm there Bronson: 100 or nothing Bea: 🎯 Bea: Too good, you Bronson: Then, you'll owe me solidly, there's my angle Bronson: 👀 Bronson: Express your gratitude in a manner we won't have to run from and everything's normal again Bea: Anything you want Bea: WANT being the keyword there Bea: no funny business ever again Bronson: Swear on what you hold dearest Bronson: I can make those grades go down easy peasy Bea: Hmm, myself? Bronson: Those are my terms Bronson: 'Cause I can't stutter a no out don't mean a yes 😂 remember that going forward Bea: DON'T Bronson: too soon Bea: always too soon to be assaulting people Bronson: I'll stop smacking you with these punchlines in a minute like Bronson: Living with those two scallys too long Bronson: Not too soon to think about moving out Bea: You'd miss the mess you bless Bea: having your stuff knicked, constant undesirable and unknown visitors, all the noise and drama Bronson: I'll miss you if you do one after this botched reconciliation Bronson: You're my fave hot mess they ever brought back, Judes Bea: Don't make me cry Bea: this mascara is 22quid a pop Bronson: We'd be close to even Bronson: I'm worth at least that Bea: How rude of me to suggest otherwise Bea: but the foundation, the blush Bea: adding up Bronson: 💸 Bronson: Gotta get Ronaldo to teach you everything she knows about 🖐 discounts Bea: I think John Lewis would see her coming from a mile off, babe Bronson: There's a reason I have no fucking idea what one looks like inside Bea: like you're inside a upper middle class home but the bitch is also selling avon Bronson: 😂 Bronson: Take me there girl Bronson: I wanna see this Bea: Get you a pot of tea and a slice of something nice if you behave Bronson: I can be bought Bea: No judgment Bea: can't we all Bronson: Bring me coffee and all will be forgiven like Bronson: I've got the headache to end all 'em Bea: 😱 you? never! Bea: surprised you're not caning the red bulls already you animal Bronson: I would be if there was any left Bronson: hot commodity in this household Bea: 🤢 you are garbage people Bronson: You missed a trick not calling us monsters 😂 Bronson: It's early but you're a 🤓 Bea: I'm not gonna stoop to such levels Bea: any time of the day Bronson: Not gonna say your forgiveness depends on it Bea: Good Bea: not gonna change who I am, babe Bronson: Can't either Bea: Noted Bronson: But I'm not trying to change you, note that Bea: I know Bronson: Your man might Bronson: But I'm not going that deep into your inbox Bea: At least I don't have to tell him Bea: unless I drunkenly did Bea: bitch you better not have Bronson: I remember taking your phone at some point Bronson: If you're drunk enough to let me that's trouble Bea: 😬 Bea: Oh great Bronson: Get me his phone and it'll be like nothing ever happened Bea: idk if my skills of persuasion are gonna match his rage rn Bea: or pay for the first class postage Bronson: Quick trip to Ireland to buy my forgiveness and do some petty thievery could be a plan Bea: how is this for your forgiveness Bea: its entirely for me Bea: too pure Bronson: I need a- uh- Bronson: Guinness and Lucky Charms Bea: 😏 as cultured as I expected Bronson: Whoa there, I've seen that Leprechaun film with Rachel from Friends in it Bronson: Putting the cult in culture lol Bronson: 😂 Bea: Oh God Bea: 🤓 for all things trash Bronson: Blame the trash queen herself Bronson: A slut for shite horror Bea: I'll take great delight in telling her her Mum is just the same Bronson: Start saving for a headstone now I will Bea: she's gotta face facts some day Bronson: She'd sooner spite her face violently Bronson: We all know it Bea: 🤞 Bea: whaddya think I'm aiming for Bronson: Not to get Charlie about it but peas in a pod you two Bea: how dare you Bronson: face them faces, Judy baby Bea: Dick Bea: Now either way, I prove your point Bea: 😒 Bronson: You might be a smarty pants but I'm a smart arse like Bea: think of some witty retorts for Fraze then and go at it Bea: 'cos I can't face that yet Bronson: Time to build another fort and hide you in it Bea: gonna have to take up permanent residence at this fucking rate Bea: kick Tommy out of my old box room, that's not my graduate plan Bronson: Shack up with you like you're my actual missus Bronson: bedsits are very affordable Bronson: leave Fraze in the dust and forget the awkward convo looming Bea: Ha Bea: not exactly the plan either Bea: as much as I LOVE what you lads have done with the place 😽 Bronson: I'm not as house trained as poshos need theirs to be but not the pup they treat me like Bronson: We'd manage on our own, hun Bronson: love conquers all Bea: 💘 Bea: You're ridiculous Bronson: You need me Bronson: Too sensible by half Bea: 😏 Not gonna deny or accuse you of mixed messages BUT Bronson: Victim blaming isn't the way back into anyone's good books, love 😂 Bea: 🤷 Bea: don't want you to get the wrong idea Bronson: My ideas are fixed Bronson: No changing this mind Bea: that impenetrable firewall, I get it Bronson: Yeah Bea: Don't even be impressed by my nerd talk then, bitch Bronson: You can better Bronson: And we're trying to swerve pillow talk Bea: Look, I can't help being the best k Bronson: Back at you Bronson: Hard life being irresistible and unattainable like but I'm styling it out as effortless Bea: Ahh Bea: the one goal I can never reach Bronson: You're up there for me Bronson: If we stick together you've done it Bea: Safe to say I proved that I can't Bea: whore that I am Bronson: You're my whore Bronson: Stick around Bea: Who could say no? Bea: Such a charmer Bea: can't go in my inbox nevermind home anyway Bronson: Say the word and I'll clear it or pack a bag Bronson: Whichever Bea: Cheers, Bron Bea: what's the morning after without some drama to sort Bea: be at a loose end without it Bronson: Rather wipe your texts than clear up after the motley two Bronson: Disgusting Bea: Eurgh Bea: Don't even wanna think about them Bronson: How strong are the flashbacks? Bronson: I don't wanna think about that Bea: Why did you ask then 😂 Bronson: I'm a caring son of a bitch Bronson: And nosy Bea: Fair and fair Bea: wasn't that bad but not needing to repeat, is the answer Bea: but keep that on the DL Bea: not having them think I'M more repulsive than they are Bronson: I would but I feel like R's got that tattooed on her cause its such a legit review Bronson: Revolving door for her lack of repeat custom Bea: Well Bea: 'cept one Bronson: Let's not start Bronson: Enough of a headache without going there Bea: 2nd that Bronson: Onward to John Lewis Bronson: How much scandal can follow us around there realistically Bronson: We're well safe Bea: unlikely they're gonna want us to stock 'em up on overpriced knitwear Bronson: Trying to sell that on for anything but a loss would be an even worse headache Bronson: It's a no from me Bea: aw but you'd look adorable Bea: and sexless, more importantly Bronson: Would I though? Bronson: Or would I look quality in a bit of salmon pink Bronson: Trying to make me a target for the older crowd so I wouldn't turn you down next time, is it? Bea: 🤢🖕 Bea: nice bit of argyle Bea: golf chinos Bronson: 🏌 Bronson: a look Bea: if you wanna be some daddy's caddy Bronson: And risk taking Charlie's gig Bea: you know i know he knows he's past his prime Bronson: Yeah but I'm not trying to take his place in my mine Bea: Your loss booboo Bronson: Theirs Bronson: My daddy issues don't go that hard Bea: Worst luck Bronson: Like in the rankings I'm the worst horse to bet on if you want that action, dads Bronson: Pay my bills and get nothing back if that's your deal otherwise its a strike out Bea: save all this time I'm wasting on uni, eh Bronson: I haven't got a leg to stand on agreeing cause I'm still showing up myself Bronson: Half the time Bea: 👏 Bea: get you Bronson: someone's gotta show up to tell the rest to turn the computers off and on again Bronson: be a hero Bea: ⭐ for you Bronson: High five Bronson: We're killing it Bea: gotta slay in at least one area Bea: even if the rest is going to shit Bronson: I can't tell you not to feel bad about last night but I am Bea: I'm glad we're alright Bronson: You gotta get right by talking to freckles though Bronson: Rip off the plaster Bea: Yeah Bea: John Lewis first though, eh Bea: cheer myself with expensive crap when it all goes tits Bronson: Return it when the guilt kicks in Bronson: Easy fix for that fuck up Bea: If only everything had that 30-day return policy Bronson: We have to try on the most ridiculous shit they have Bronson: Guaranteed cheer up Bronson: Nothing's better than taking the piss outta me so I'm told Bea: 😂 sounds good Bea: though i can turn a look with anything Bronson: There she is Bronson: I'll meet you there but you have to walk in with me so I don't get trailed round the shop like the scum I come from Bea: wear your nicest hoodie please Bronson: Never dressing like a dosser when I'm meeting my lady Bea: so 😍 babe Bronson: Deffo

[dream-of-kpop]

Seventeen But They Love You...Too Much pt.1

Wonwoo

Professes his love to you 24/7

You get tired of it when you're trying to sleep...but you don't care anymore

Wrote a book and named it after you

The book is named "i love *you*" extremely basic but you applaud him for trying

Mingyu gave up his chances with Wonwoo to date you but wonwoo isn't having it

Wonwoo: "keep your eyes to yOuRself buddy"

Mingyu: "you're cute...NOT leave me and my girl alone"

*Wonwoo is defeated*

He finds it cute when you wear his shirts-

Ok but like Minghao is a whole mess, He got paint on the shirt "accidentally"

You: "Um...Wonu I'm sorry i got a stain on it...I'll put it in the wash"

*Wonu twitching his eye*

Wonwoo: "DoN't WoRry iTs fiNe"

Wonu tried to fight Minghao later that day...it wasn't pretty

Hoshi

Screams how much he loves you out in public

People look at you and the group weird you try to run away from his screaming just...keeps...following...you

He took you to a shinee concert, you were more into Taemin than him

He loves shinee but he was willing to fight Taemin at all costs

*Taemin singing* Taemin: "YOU MAKE ME THIRSTYYYY"

Hoshi: "WHAT EJSJJSJS HOLD UP-"

*He tries to jump on stage*

He danced the who performance for you but the guys saw and tried to jump him

He made you breakfast in bed once...

He dropped the plate by accident and food was EvErywHere

Mingyu was more pissed than you

Hoshi spends like 90% of his money on gifts for you

He got them at Target but still iTs cUte

Mingyu

He baked a pie just for you

You: "what did you put in it? iT tAstEs bOmb aF"

Mingyu: "oh you know love" *acts cute and makes a heart with his hands*

You: "that's cute but what are the ingredients-"

Mingyu: "oh you know..."

You: "..."

*You question yourself everyday what you ate*

He hugs you every 5 minutes, he's afraid you'd forget about him

You're at work and he still shows up to hug you

You woke up one time and found him in your bed while you were asleep *i mean i wouldn't complain* you were confused af but oh well

He makes you food everyday you're probably gonna get diabetes from all the sugar (suga)

Made you a heart out of clay but as he was giving it to you he broke it

*nice job boi*

He cleans your room for you everyday

You: "You already cleaned it yesterday Mingyu..."

Mingyu: "I know but cleanliness is key"

*Let's be real he's only "cleaning" because he's trying to see if dudes sent you shit or not*

You don't know where Dk's number is... Mingyu probably threw it away

Vernon

He made you like 4 mixtapes

You still havent listened to them yet...

Vernon: "dID YOU LIKE THEM???"

You: "Yes...i loved...all the songs boi"

Vernon: "yEs"

He falls and stuff just to make you laugh

*Does the kiki do you love me dance for you atleast once everyday*

He broke him leg doing so but if it made you laugh he doesn't care

He asks you weird questions everyday you don't know how to respond but any answer works

Vernon: "Do you think Kanye dated Trump atleast once?"

You: "i...what...honey...what??"

He raps for you everyday but its mostly in korean so you have no idea what he's saying but it's lit tho

He once called S.coups's raps weak and they got in an argument

Again over you and for Vernon dissing him

You caught Vernon staring at the washer machine once, you love him...but sometimes you question his sanity

Seungkwan

He gives all of his food to you if you're hungry

He ate like half of his sandwich and gave it to you

You didn't want it but you ate it anyways to make him happy

He cries more than you do, so you comfort him

He made you hot chocolate one time and burned it...how do you burn hot chocolate???

He constantly sees Dk trying to make a move on you so he blackmailed him

He thinks you don't know but you heard them

They were screaming of course you did

Seungkwan took you out for karaoke once, he got such a high score singing but you got a low ass score

He took you out for ice cream so you could feel better

The ice cream was cheap af so it didn't taste that good

*ig you can say after singing your throat was hurting...ill stop*

S.coups

He hugs you just as much as Mingyu does but the problem is his big ass muscles are like choking you everytime

He takes you everywhere he goes

EVERYWHERE HSHS

You: "Can we go to macy's then go home?"

S.coups: "YES YEP WE CAN"

*Goes to Macy's, nope then go to walmart, then to the mall, etc*

He works out everyday so he can look good for you

Like you're asleep at midnight and you still hear weights dropping, another reason you barely get any sleep in this house

*S.coups drops a weight*

S.coups: "shiT mY fOot"

Mingyu: "haha bitCh"

S.coups likes to check your phone when you aren't looking

S.coups: "Why is Cha Eunwoo's number in your phone?"

You: "..."

You didn't know how to answer that...

Papa Coups likes to massage your feet too

He does it too hard tho so your feet hurt for days on end

*You try not to cry through the pain*

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