#I'm just happy both you and this blog are still kickin!

[paradoxrealm]

A Return Worth Waiting For...~

The grown dimension-hopper giggled, starlight blue buttons shimmering as she seemed to tilt her head in a way to better look at the cat beside her.

...I'm visiting, of course.~ I finally got a handle on my portals and my magic.~ I've even picked up some new tricks.~ We picked up some new tricks.~

And... I- we have changed... quite a bit.~ Eclipse and I have learned... a lot about ourselves. And when I say a lot, I mean a LOT. But it was good...~

We also have a new addition to the soul.~

She looked over towards Snatcher with a mischievous grin, clearly keeping her biggest surprises close to her chest until she can give a grand reveal. Despite having matured quite a bit, she's still quite the gremlin ain't she?~ On their way through the garden and over the bridge, Snatcher does notice a peculiarity in Astel's reflection in the water below the bridge. When he looks down? He watches as her reflection briefly warps in the ripples, darkening to a void black silhouette outlined in a dark midnight blue.~

But, just as quickly as it had changed, it was gone. Her reflection returned to the way it was before as they left the bridge, Astel briefly stopping and turning around to face the cat behind her with all the innocent mischief of her teenage years.

...

...He can feel it. ...He can feel her. ...She's out in the garden behind the house.~

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Snatcher sat before her, tail curling easily around his legs as his ears twitched slightly at the reflection, like he might be trying to listen for something that wasn’t always visible.

He opened his mouth to say something- likely something snarky, if his expression was anything to go off of- before his ears perked and his head twitched to look at the house. His ears fell as a quiet hiss escaped him, his body stretching from its position to slink away from the realm. “Another time.” Was all he said before disappearing behind a collection of flowers.

Not a moment later, Astel could make out the clear silhouette of this world’s owner, shifting and changing until it was something more familiar. He approached easily, eyeing the path Snatcher ran down with some disdain before smiling at the girl before him. “Always showing up uninvited,” he gave a fond tsk. The flowers seemed to grow ever so slightly brighter with his immediate presence.

[kawaiijohn]

prompt: Jazz vibing with Quizz and chatting about their younger siblings

OKAY NGL I WENT 👀 AT THIS ONE. They'd be friends so here we go.

CW: mentions of death, death of a child, mention of misgendering? kinda??

"Does it ever get easier?"

Quizz hums in response, his mug floating down and landing with a small clink. "Y'gotta specify- does what get easier?"

Jazz looks away, nervously chewing on her nails- a habit that not even bitter polish could break. Quizz waits patiently for her to speak; the few false starts makes a shiver of anxiety race through his Core, especially paired with her grim expression.

"Does it get easier? Knowing you could have been there for him- er, them in your case- like, knowing they'd died- and yeah! They got better! But the mere concept that they went through that sort of trauma and kept going? Without any sort of help from anyone?!? Without parents or adults?!? Without..."

'Without you' remained unspoken, but they both get the gist.

"It doesn't sit with me right, and I feel selfish for wanting to have known earlier. I deal with it every day, and then there's the lying to our parents thing, and-"

Quizz puts his hand up, stopping Jazz in her spiraling tracks. "First things first, you gotta breathe, kid. Okay? Ya good? Cool! Now, second thing second- you're doin' great with the boy, you're a tried and true ally for him and it's what he needs. You're doin' whatchya can to keep him kickin', and that's all ya can do as a big sister, trust me."

Jazz finally sets her mug to rest with the other. She takes a few minutes to think it through before speaking again. "Was it the same for you and Stuffie then? The anxiety, the secrets?"

"Hell no! Stuffie passed in a house fire when they were younger than Danny! It's similar but not the same, y'know?"

"Oh uh... I'm sorry for- I never asked how I guess?" Jazz backtracks.

Quizz scoffs and offers her a smile. "No, you did the right thing in not askin'. Ghosts don't like talkin' about it- their death or death in general, but you're practically a younger sister to me through your dork of a brother, so it's all good.

"I think I was like, your age-ish when it happened, and I don't remember the full of it, but ever since I found the blog I kept while I was still alive I can pretty much taste the guilt from how angsty my teenaged ass got. And sister, what you have is kinda similar to mine- but mine? It ate me away for years. Even now it kinda eats at me, but I promised to never let someone I care about down like that again.

"S'why I do what I can for Stuffie now that we're both miraculously too stubborn to pass on. Like, what I went through? It was a different beast of burden and guilt 'n shit compared to yours. And again- I've done the whole 'guilty big sister' thing enough for one lifetime, s'why my afterlife is 'protective big bro' hours all day, every day."

"So... it might get easier?" Jazz finally speaks up, eyes sad and full of hope.

"Well, yeah! You gotta repeat the mantra that the past is the past n' you can't really change it... unless you got powers or some shit? But like- you didn't do anything malicious. You're a kid, and it ain't your responsibility to parent your little bro, even if your parents make you feel it sometimes. You're doing what you, at your current age and ability, can handle emotionally n' financially. Just be there for Danny so you won't miss anything else."

Quizz crosses his arms and huffs in accomplishment. He was never the best at giving pep talks, but with Jazz's happy tears he feels a bit accomplished.

He's about to grab his coffee when wiry arms wrap around his waist and squeeze.

"Thank you- it just gets hard when there's no real adults that can help us."

"Not a problem kiddo, just don't try to be Atlas with your bother's issues, you got a wicked tight-knight support group, after all."

Quizz hugs the girl tight, wishing he could have spared more of her pain, but growing up is never easy. Neither is having an undead younger sibling who loves to cause chaos.

Jazz pulls away, wiping a stray tear from her eye with a smile. Quizz watches as her expression changes to her standard 'baby psychologist' one and smiles back nervously. "So... big sister, huh?"

"Listen, as someone who transed their gender after death, I can only be described as the omni sibling- both brother n' sister at the same time. Quizz, the blue hair n' pronouns ghost, as your bro calls me when he wants to piss me off!" they laugh heartily.

"It don't bother me to talk about my pre transition shit, hell my body was buried in a dress since I wasn't out yet- which is HILARIOUS to me, since this is what I look like now. Got them with my transgender genjutsu so hard I didn't even remember what I looked like before. So go on, Jazz- let those gears in your head run wild, I can talk gender bullshit until Danny gets here."

[choisgirls]

i'm so so so sorry for bothering, i just absolutely ADORE YOUR BLOG. LIKE HOLY HELL, YOUR BLOG IS THE REASON WHY I GO ON TUMBLR. ITS MY FAVORITE BLOG, WHY AREN'T YOU FAMOUS FOR THIS BRAH. but i do have an ask! how about an RFA + V + Saeran reacting to the MC fluently playing an instrument? i understand if you can't but it would really make me happy if you could! 🖤

A/N: You totallyaren’t bothering!!! Don’t ever think that!! ^^ BUT OMG WOWOWOW REALLY??? US??THIS BLOG?? YOUR FAVOURITE?? ARE YOU SURE??? i am but a lowly 404;;;; ~Admin 404

*YOOSUNG:

               -He could hear this faint,whimsical sound through his headphones but he had no idea where it was comingfrom??

               -Until he took off hisheadphones to ask you about it and heard it 10x louder

               -It sounded.. magical! Soft andairy, he had no idea what it was though?

               -He found you sitting in the shower,holding some sort of long, metal thing in front of your mouth and his headtilted to the side like a confused pup

               -“MC? What is that? Andwhy… are you sitting in the shower with it?”

               -You quickly got embarrassed andset down your instrument, trying to look busy with your sheet music

               -“I, um,” you startedto turn bright red, knowing you’ve been found out. “It’s called a flute.Lame, I know, but I’ve been playing since I was younger and really liked itmore than the others. I even got into a symphony with my playing… and as forsitting in here, well.. the acoustics are better in here. It sounds nicer to myears than if I were to practice in the living room. Oh god, did I bother you?I’m sorry, I can just-”

               -He cut you off (and lowkeyscared you) when he jumped into the shower next to you, excited as all hell

               -“Sorry? Sorry for what!When you play, it sounds just like the fairies in LOLOL! Wait, can you playmusic from LOLOL? MC! If you can, you’ve gotto teach me! I want to play it too!! Look at it!!”

               -He picked up the fluteincorrectly and you could feel yourself cringing, trying to pry the instrumentfrom his hands before he broke a key or lost one of the pads. He turned it intoa game and you had to chase him around the house just to get your pride and joyback from Mr. Destructive

*ZEN:

               -You never told him where youwere going later at night sometimes and it scared him to death

               -What in the world were youdoing?? Seeing someone else?? What if you were out and about and something wereto happen to you?!

               -So, he decided to wait up foryou the next time you took off

               -You turned on the living roomlight and practically jumped out of your skin when you saw bright red eyeslooking up at you from the arm chair

               -“Ah, hi MC! Would you liketo tell me where you’ve been tonight?” he stood up and walked towards youas you stood there, trying to get your heartbeat to calm down. That’s when henoticed you were holding a large… and oddly shaped case

               -He pointed to it and looked atyou quizzically, expecting an answer

               -You sighed, “It’s my saxophone.I’ve been going to this coffee shop Jaehee recommended to me so I could playsome shows. I missed playing my baby and just had to get it out of mysystem!” you raised the case to your chest, rubbing it gently, giving himyour best pair of puppy dog eyes hoping it would get you out of trouble

               -He looked at the ground and youcouldn’t tell what he was thinking, but before you could ask, you hear hisvoice dip low and ask you, “Saxophone? You play… the saxophone…?”

               -You made a noise of agreementand jumped again when his head shot up to look at you, stars practically in hiseyes. You’ve never seen him this excited for an instrument in your life and itwas actually pretty cute?

               -“MC! The saxophone is oneof the smoothest sounding instruments… so jazzy… so… sexy? Oh god, MC,you’ve got to show me how good you are. Right here, right now. Play a privateshow just for me- you might get one in return” wink wonk

*JAEHEE:

               -The two of you decided to add alive musical element to your coffee shop!

               -But you also really… wantedto be a part of it. It had been so long since you picked up your ukulele and ithad been killing you

               -The musicians who played yourshop were really good, but you wanted a little kick! You wanted some upbeatmusic! Something that was soft but kickin’!

               -So, you signed yourself up onthe list.

               -Jaehee looked down at your nameand tried to find where you were hiding so she could ask you about it, untilshe saw you up on that small stage

               -You were strumming to yourheart’s content, singing just as happily, your eyes closed and your face thebrightest she’s ever seen it

               -People surrounded the stage,moving slightly to dance along, but nothing too extreme

               -She absolutely loved it! It wasmust softer than a guitar but had a strong enough sound to get people on theirfeet

               -From then on, you decided tofollow her around with it, playing her own theme music whenever she feltstressed, because you knew it would make her happy, and you’d get to hear thatprecious laughter again

               -10/10 you play her Disney andSteven Universe songs because?? They’re short and cute?? And it makes her fallin love with you even more because you’re a total dork

*JUMIN:

               -He was already playing acomplicated piece on his piano when you walked into the room and sat next tohim, laying your head on his shoulder light enough he could still move his armaround

               -“Hello, love. What are youup to?” He asked, pulling his hands from the keys so he could grab yourhand instead

               -“I was enjoying hearingyou play. That piece requires a partner, right?” you asked, feeling himnod to agree with you

               -“Yes, but I’ve neverplayed with a partner. I just play it as best as I can without one”

               -You sat up and stretched yourfingers out, placing them on the keys as he raised an eyebrow, questioning you

               -“Well?” you prompted,“You need a partner, and now you’ve got one. Come on! You start,sweetheart.”

               -He shook his head to clear hisconfusion, as he started to re-play his piece

               -When you started to play thepartnering piece flawlessly, he was so shocked that he kept messing up his ownkeys until he gave up and watched you dumbfounded

               -“I never knew you couldplay the piano… much less as flawlessly as you do. And here I was, trying tosway you with my skills- in the end, you have won me over with yoursinstead”

               -You felt your face turn acrimson red before he kissed the side of your head, smiling against it gentlybefore turning back to his set of keys. “MC, I won’t let you distract methis time, shall we try again?”

*SAEYOUNG:

               -He could hear banging andcrashing from outside of his computer room and he immediately got concerned foryou

               -What if you were trying to geta glass from the cupboard and everything else fell down on you??? That cupboardis unstable! Not.. saying that it… happened to him before, or anything…

               -He ran out towards the sourceof the noise to see Saeran sitting on the couch with his electric guitar inhand, and you banging on a set of drums

               -Skidding to a stop, he lookedat you like he was a deer in the headlights

               -He watched as you smiled indetermination, keeping the beat of the song loud and steady, passionate enoughto get a little sweaty from it, but you didn’t let that stop you! He stood andstared as he took in every feature of your face and every little movement ofyour hands, arms, and upper body. You were shining in a way he’d never seenyou- and he didn’t mean from the sweat of course

               -When the two of you finishedyour song, Saeyoung practically scream and both you and his brother jumped outof your skins

               -“SAEYOUNG!” youyelled, “YOU CAN’T JUST SCREAM AND SCARE US LIKE THAT, WHAT THE HELL ISWRONG WITH YOU???”

               -He laughed and apologized, buthe explained how amazing you guys sounded! You were so in sync and the beat youcreated was amazing! Definitely the kind of beat to get someone up and raging

               -“OH! Wait!! You guys!!! Ican play with you too! Wait right here!”

               -He ran back in and furiouslystarted to play his small, shiny triangle until Saeran threw a couch pillow inhis face and called him an idiot

*V:

               -He was relaxing, listening to awonderful violin piece, waiting for you to join him

               -Until the song ended… and hecould still hear the soothing sound of a violin?

               -As he was looking for thesource, he stumbled upon you standing on the balcony, holding an almost pristineviolin in your hand, playing it softly as you swayed back and forth, spinningalong as you played as well

               -You looked like an angel tohim, accompanied by your own heavenly music and he couldn’t look away

               -Hearing the shudder of acamera, you opened your eyes to find him just putting down his camera andsmiling warmly at you

               -Without another word, he leftthe balcony and you in complete confusion. Where was he going? How could heleave the room like that and not say another word? “How rude!” youcalled, hearing his laughter approaching the door again

               -“I’m sorry,” heapologized, pulling his own violin into view, “Would you allow me toaccompany you on another piece?”

               -You started to play one of thelove songs you know, smiling as you heard the hum of his violin joining you inperfect time, matching note for note, harmonizing like it was heaven

               -The both of you seemed to openyour eyes at the same time to look at each other, laughing at yourselves

               -The two of you took turnsplaying your favourite love songs, or songs that reminded you of each otheruntil the sun started to set. “MC,” he started as he pulled you intohis chest, kissing the top of your head, “I must say, this is definitely myfavourite way to relax. Can we do this again?”

*SAERAN:

               -You ate the last bit of icecream and now he wouldn’t even look at you

               -“You’re being a kid,Saeran! I can get you more ice cream!”

               -All he did was pull his 3DScloser to his face, signaling that he was ignoring you

               -Having enough of it, youdecided you were going to get his attention one way or another

               -Pulling out your amplifier andyour baby that he didn’t know about, you placed the amp on the table close tohim, plugging in the guitar and turning it up as loud as it could go

               -Foot up on the table, guitar inhands, smirk on your face, you were ready to get his attention. You raised yourarm and

               -You. Just. Started. SHREDDING.

               -He practically jumped 3 feetinto the air off of the couch, scrambling to catch himself, he clutched hisheart and stared at you with his eyes wide enough it’s a wonder they didn’t popout of his head. You turned the amp off and put your hands on your hips,shifting to stick one side of them out, a blank emotion on your face

               -“Hi. Are you going tolisten to me now?” You asked, taking your guitar off and placing it gentlyon the couch

               -The moment your hand left theguitar, he practically tackled you to the floor, attacking your lips and theside of your neck with kisses, no words exchanged for a solid 20 minutes. Whoknew he was into guitarists?

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