#Interlude II- Sleepover

[ask-sarah-and-co]

Vekpa: OHH. Nice EYE MASK. I bet that comes in handy for sleeping. I doubt they make them big enough to COVER MY EYE though…

Oh! Is that what this is for? She takes the sleeping mask off her head and studies it. I thought it was simply a fashionable accessory…

She glances at the Solgaleo, Hm. I could just… She waves her hand and summons an eye mask, identical to her own, but perfectly fitting his size. Oh, and let me just… She waves her hand again and the color changes to match his pajamas.

@askvekpa

[ask-sarah-and-co]

Oh! She chuckles, The formalities are not necessary. I would gladly consider us equals. Or, friends if you would like…?

Luna smiles, And thank you for the complements! I designed my appearance myself, as this form is only a projection of sorts. She laughs, And of course! I’m working on ‘coming out of my shell more,’ as my friend would say, but I simply couldn’t keep my praise to myself.

(@ask-sarah-and-co) luna @ hope

Excuse me! She projects the message while tapping the queen on the shoulder.

I wished to complement you on your hair and outfit. They are rather stylish!

When she glances up at Hope’s crown, she freezes for a split second. Oh! Luna curtsies, I’m sorry I did not realize. I do hope this isn’t disrespectful in any way.

Hope gave a nervous smile, "I should be the one bowing to you! I did not realize there was a Goddess of Life here, I feel quite silly for not having approached you myself. Please forgive me. It's usually customary for the lesser gods to bow to the highest-ranking one, and in my world order that would be you." She was quick to return the curtsy once she explained, "Worry not about being disrespectful. I appreciate the grand gesture, but it is not needed. I rarely make my own subjects bow to me, I find a simple and slow head nod equally effective." "Thank you for the compliment!"

"They have so many fun ways of expressing themselves through their appearance! The outfit was something I had personally tailored for this occasion. I will say I did not know what 'sleepwear' was, nor did I even know humans had a guideline to what is 'sleepwear' and what is not. The details are quite fascinating." She chuckled, "I still have much to learn of mortal customs. I love your hair and outfit as well! Did your attendants also make such clothing for this event? I say they've done a fine job indeed!"

[joannaharp]

Macbeth Interlude (between Act II Scenes I and II

This is my first ever fanfiction, please let me know what you think! Constructive criticism encouraged!

It was brighter than he imagined it would be.  In all of the deepest parts of his mind, he always thought murder would take place in an ugly place, full of darkness and evil. However, the room itself was very comfortable. Lady Macbeth had spent many hours ensuring that it was an acceptable place to house a king.

Knowing the guards to be asleep (his wife had taken care of that), he crept over to where the king was lying.

“The great King of Scotland,” he bemused “if only your adoring fans knew that you drool in your sleep.”

Looking at him now, he wasn’t very intimidating. Surely, he, Macbeth, the Great General of the Scottish Army, Thane of Cawdor could wield a knife against such a frail opponent!

“Where would a lowly guard cut?” he thought to himself. These inexperienced “protectors” of the king had likely never seen battle, and he MUST account for that.  They’re the ones Lady Macbeth had planned to blame, after all.

“Who’s there?”

No, no, no! He had tarried to long, wrapped in his thoughts. Now his victim is awake!

“Macbeth? Is that you?” asked the king, “What are you doing in my room? And at this time of night!” he scolded, but his inquires quickly changed tone. “Is everything okay? Do you need my help, perhaps career advice for an ambitious man like yourself,” he joked “or simply company?”

“The poor fool must think I’m here to talk,” Macbeth thought. It was rather comical to see Duncan out of his royal garments, ready for a late-night sleepover chat.

“Your Majesty, there are people in this castle who want you dead” he finally answered.

That was not the response Duncan was expecting.

“I’m - I’m sorry??? What did you just sa-” he was cut off by the hand covering his mouth.

“There are people,” said Macbeth, who had maneuvered Duncan into a headlock, “who think that they could be a better ruler…

“than the Great” Duncan could hear Macbeth sliding a blade from his belt…

“King” Macbeth brought a knife up in the air where Duncan could see it…

“Duncan.” and gently tucked it just underneath his chin.

“Do you think we could work out a deal?” quavered the helpless king.

Now it was Macbeth’s turn to be surprised.

“A deal? A deal? Your fate is at my fingertips and your first reaction is to negotiate your way out of this. No, Duncan. I don’t see a deal in your very near future.”

“But why do you have to kill me? What if I just ran away and… and never came back?”

Against his better judgment, Macbeth caught himself considering it.

“I would have to prove your death,” maintained Macbeth.

He could feel Duncan rolling his eyes from his vulnerable position, “That’s easy! Just cut my arm and smear my blood on your pretty little knife. I assume you’re framing the guards?”

“Yes” replied Macbeth, who saw no reason hiding his plan. He decided let Duncan out of the headlock and turn to face him.

“Thank you, this is far more comfortable.” babbled Duncan “just tell your wife that you did it and I’ll let myself -”

“HOW DO YOU KNOW MY WIFE IS -”

“Of course your wife is helping you, you would never do this on your own. Now, you’ve been in here far too long for a simple assassination. Cut my arm and get out of here. I’ll figure out the rest.”

“How can I trust that you won’t try to expose me?” asked Macbeth.

Duncan chuckled, “Getting on the bad side of General Macbeth is never a good idea. If you do this to your king, what do you do to your enemies?”

Satisfied, Macbeth left to go tell Lady Macbeth that the murder was complete.

 Duncan relaxed a little with Macbeth gone. The man had led a massacre just the day before, this didn’t really surprise him. He just had to deal with his children now.

“Boys, you can come out now,” he sighed.

Carefully, so as not to make a sound, Malcolm and Donalbain came out from behind a door.

“How could you,” spat Malcolm. “You gave up everything in a heartbeat. Like it means nothing."

“I don’t expect you to understand, just listen,” lamented Duncan.

Donalbain looked at him like he was a madman. “Listen toyou? You just destroyed our futures! Our legacy! Everything we stand for – down the tubes.”

“With that monster on the throne, what will happen to our people?” demanded Malcolm.

“I don’t know!” yelled Duncan, “I was more focused onyou! Do you know what happens when there’s an assassination? They go for the sons next! I needed to warn you to get out of Scotland, ASAP.”

“You want us to leave! If we do that how will we protect the people?

“You don’t. Go and save yourselves.”

Malcolm looked down and started pacing. He couldn’t believe what his father was saying. “We can’t stand for that kind of cowardice, father”

“You’ll stay over my dead body” answered Duncan.

 When Lady Macbeth went to plant the knife, Duncan was lying dead. Just as Macbeth had said he would be.

[kyloren]

Mileven post-S2 fanfiction recommendation list: PART IV

This is a continuation of my ever-growing Mileven Fanfiction Rec List (see instalments I, II, and III). If your fanfic isn’t featured, apologies. Message me and we’ll amend that grievance in the next rec list instalment. 

* marks the ongoing stories. 

canon: 

interludes by veausy: “They stood like that, dimly lit by the hallway lamp, until Hopper cleared his throat. “Mike,” she breathed.” 

+ its sequel: idylls by veausy: ““You should get a Mike,” El offered. Didn’t everyone have one?” 

snowbound by hannahberrie: “When El invites Mike to spend the day at the cabin, Hopper finds himself supervising a sleepover he didn’t sign up for.” 

.. ._.. ___ …_ . _.__ ___ .._ (i love you) by AriaCessair: “El wants to learn about kisses, but the end result is much more than she expected.” 

anything short of a miracle by youheldyourbreath: “Mike has spent the last year in abject agony over losing Eleven. And then, he gets her back.” 

the 436 kiss by youheldyourbreath: “Mike and El have 435 kisses that are short, sweet and perfunctory. Kiss 436 is not that kind of embrace.” 

we were just kids when by DarkBeauty_890: “Hopper arches a brow, giving Mike a once over. He sucks in another puff of his cigarette, before stubbing it out and scratching his nose, “Elle’s not here. She and Red went out to go see a movie about an hour ago.” Mike clears his throat and doesn’t break their locked gaze, “I’m actually here because I wanted to talk to you.”” 

the invasion* by ValBirch: “Hawkins, 1985. On the day of her first birthday in Hawkins, El starts having nosebleeds, even when she’s not using her powers. That night, Will’s nightmares return, but they’re different this time. Everything is different this time.” 

winter, spring, summer, fall* by returntosaturn: “A collection of first experiences for El during her first year in Hawkins, outside of the lab.” 

radio static* by Archer of Ecclesia : ““Mike,” El had scarcely noticed her seizure of the radio. Garble filled her ears. Her grip around the radio tightened as she quickly switched it off, breathing shallowly. She almost threw the device across the room when the garble continued, and worsened, more severe than ever. Or, a new creature lurks in Hawkins, Indiana, this time, closer to home than ever.” 

to find you again* by MuffinLove03: “Finding her was only the beginning. In a town still vulnerable to inter-dimensional threats and sketchy government agents, it's going to take a lot to keep her safe and bring her home. But he was prepared to do whatever it took. He promised.” 

the artemis institute* by Arnarkusaga: “Starting from the night the gate was closed and detailing the events that follow, including unexpected doings at the Hawkin’s Lab, and a mysterious underground resistance movement.” 

kissing cousins by pathvain_aelien: “Mr. Clarke at the Snow Ball.” 

+ its sequel: eleven’s story* by pathvain_aelien. 

snowed in by luxuriousvoyage11: “A bad snow storm makes for an unexpected sleepover at the Byers.” 

only this by Val_Creative: “Eleven and Mike and their relationship through Hopper’s eyes.” 

a ghostly encounter* by PlaidDino: “The boys (and Max) go Trick-Or-Treating on Halloween, but these Ghostbusters find themselves being followed by someone in a ghost costume.” 

the best night of your life by wheezy: “Her lips are parted in an almost smile and Mike sends a prayer he won’t have to wait 353 days to kiss them ever again.” 

funny business by rainingcatsandkisses: ““On one condition” Hopper had said when El had asked if Mike could walk her home instead. “You come straight home. I’ll be waiting at the turn by Pinewood. And,” he’d added darkly, staring at Mike, “No funny business from you, Mr. Wheeler. I will know.”” 

i think we’re alone now by cali-chan (girls_are_weird): ““Listen, I’m no t supposed to leave you two alone here. Hopper will have my head if he finds out, so just… behave, okay?”” 

day two hundred and five by Someone_else_before: “In which Mike has a birthday, El has a daydream, and Hopper says, “Soon.”” 

eleven, mike, and the flu by loti_miko: “She quickly put the blindfold over her eyes, her surroundings going dark, and in an instant she was at Mike’s. He had his eyes closed; his cheeks flushed bright pink, a colour quite distinguishable even in the darkness of The Void.” 

el byers and the secret crush by Someone_else_before: “Eleven moves in with the Byers’, learns to adapt to ordinary Hawkins life, and tries to figure out why Mike has been acting so oddly since their kiss in the cafeteria.” [post S1] 

+ its sequel: dustin henderson and the secret crush by Someone_else_before: “Dustin is head over heels for a girl in his class, and he asks Eleven to use her powers to help him in his quest to win her over.” 

stay in the dark by ceruleanstorm: “Mike’s waited 23 days to see Eleven again after she saved the damn world. But there’s a big reason El isn’t as excited to see him.” 

pretty scary, pretty good by nonoma: “His girl’s going to be the scariest girl at Hawkins High.” 

behind enemy lines by therealfarklenation: “He was stepping behind enemy lines, praying he wouldn’t get caught. She welcomed the risk with opened arms, praying that he wouldn’t stop.” 

the first summer* by Kiddo7: “It’s the gang’s first summer all together, and Mike can’t wait to show El all that it has to offer.” 

prepping for high school* by DarknessFallsLikeFeathers: “Mike is excited to be able to go see El at the cabin and help her with her studies. However, summer break is around the corner and a new challenge shows up on their doorstep.” [I, personally, am on the fence about how I feel about this fic: it’s interesting, but it also is featuring an OC quite prominently, so…*shrugs* take that as you will.] 

green-eyed eleven by Brown Eyes Parker: “Eleven experiences her first bout of jealousy when a new girl moves to town.” [from a post-S2 hindsight, this is really funny. it’s funny cause it’s true.]  

not knowing what it was by 27vampyresinhermind: “We were just kids when we fell in love, not knowing what it was.” 

you feel it too* by Maiasaura: “Mike and Eleven were more alike than they knew. Mike had been broken for years, and Eleven broken her whole life. The events of November, 1983 only fully destroyed them both, and a year apart only further drove the wedge.” [beware: this one is super depressing. like, all the content warnings apply.] 

alternative universe: 

roller coaster day by SmoothFluffle: “She was beginning to doubt herself as she listened to the anxious boy in a cap list the most atrocious accidents that happened to people while being on the metal ride. Suddenly, she wondered if this roller coaster thing was such a good idea.” No Supernatural AU. 

cigarettes, eggos, and the secrets between us* by salavibes: “Popular, high-school bad-boy, Mike Wheeler finds himself falling for the shy and nerdy new girl who’s hiding a deep secret. Will they ever set aside their strikingly different personalities and pursue a relationship? Also what happens when they begin to both change each other in ways they never expected?” bad-boy!Mike AU. 

crossover: 

may the force be with you* by serendipitous_rambles: “El has always dreamt of seeing the galaxy but simply can’t leave Tatooine. But she has powers she doesn’t even know she has. Yet plans have been discovered of a Death Star that could result in the deaths of millions. Along the way she meets a smuggler called Mike, and some trusty resistance pilots Will and Lucas, along with their engineering best friend Dustin (who just can’t get his droid Steve to shut up). An adventure in a galaxy far far away with rebellion, hope (and a disgruntled old Jedi Hopper).” Stranger Things x Star Wars AU. 

the second coming* by TheDevotchka: “In 1983, the so-called ‘Loser’s Club’ defeated It, a monster who had plagued the town of Derry for millennia. In 1984, the new Librarian of the Hawkins Public Library makes a series of phone-calls after the suspicious and unpleasantly familiar disappearances of three children. Seasoned monster hunters, the Loser’s Club teams up with another group of unlikely heroes — Mike, Dustin, Lucas, and Will.” Stranger Things x It Crossover. [okay, so I lied. This one isn’t really Mileven…so far.] 

+ bonus: Wherein Mileven are not quite Pure™: 

sex ed by Phantasmoplast: “El hears a new word for the first time, and decides to ask Mike what it means.” 

+ its smutty outtakes: sex ed chapter 5: shower and sex ed chapter 8: homework. 

dessert by wynniethecat: “When El teases Mike under the dinner table, he decides he needs to teach her a lesson about proper table etiquette.” 

+ you know, if you want aged-up!Mileven smut, just go check out wynniethecat’s profile. She has tons of it. 

+ bonus 2: Wherein The Party is prominently featured: 

you fight like a baby(sitter) by nicefacepotter: “With his reputation ruined, Steve’s main source of social interaction is a group of middle schoolers. Now that group of nerds wanted him in their D&D campaign. What did he get himself into?” 

in the aftermath it is quiet (as we wait for everything to begin again) by Dontfloatthe100: ““So,” Steve says as he scrapes the last of the eggs off his plate, “you must be Eleven.” El nods as she finishes up her own. “Hmm. I thought you would be taller.””  

fun with jim and jane* by clarabelle: ““Mouth breather, huh? Another new word you picked up?” “No,” El says, and she sounds almost wistful. Probably thinking about that Wheeler kid again.” 

time and time again by sporadicallyceaseless: “Five times Chief Hopper gets called into the school because his kid is a goddamn menace.” 

20 questions by liadan14: “A few questions Eleven asked before she turned eighteen, and one she didn’t.” 

+ its sequel: just can’t face myself alone again by liadan14: “Dustin and his friends grow up in fits and starts. These are a few of them.” 

don’t lock her in by SmoothFluffle: “El gets locked in inside a school closet.” 

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imma gonna be making these till i’m old and grey, aren’t i?

UPDATE: part V is out.

[ask-sarah-and-co]

Luna listens with interest, perking up when he mentions reading.

Oh! She smiles, I also love to read! What genres do you prefer? I enjoy reading about mortal’s legends and history. If you are interested in that, you might wish to borrow some of my favorites?

(@ask-sarah-and-co) luna @ erebus

Ah, a Darkrai, correct? Luna smiles politely, I hope you do not mind me asking, but do you sustain connections to your realm’s Yveltal? Or perhaps Lunala?

She shakes her head, Other than that, what is something you enjoy to do? Oh, how rude of me- my name is Artemis! You may call me Luna, of course.

The darkrai returned his head meeting the Xerneas face to face as he gave a polite nod back as a greeting "Correct a Darkrai but you can just simply call me Erebus..." he stated politely before thinking to himself about the question

"After god war as far as I know its a bit hard to maintain contact with other legendries - everyone has their spaces or realms they reside in - Yveltal with Xearneas are busy most of the time..." he thought to himself slightly more "But I have met her... but we dont have a connection..." finally making his way up the tower as he continued the small talk with the goddess

"Almost choked me out...it wasnt intentional though I reassure you... shes pretty stoic but still nice..." he said simply before returning to the topic

"And I live with Lunala in her space and she also was the one who made me unintentionally but still..." before he thought a bit "Shes a sweet goddess and she's trying to make up time lost with me constantly..." he said before glancing to the Xerneas "I am not sure how its in your universe but I guess you could call it we have a parental type bond with her..." he tried his best to explain not just his but also cresselia's bond with the moon bat

The Darkrai chuckle to Xearneas words he smiled back to her "Its nice to meet you Luna!" he said before responding "As for your question - I enjoy literature! I travel frequently out of the space to the mortal land to go in their bookstores or libraries to read some"

[pinksrs]

PV2 episode titles (so far)!!!

PROLOGUE EP01 20 QUESTIONS EP02 GIRLS / ANTI-SOCIAL EP03 MORNING MONSTER EP04 THE JOB EP05 SLEEPOVER EP06 CHARLOTTE SONG EP07 AN ENCOUNTER EP08 INTERLUDE EP09 KNOCK KNOCK PT. II EP10 PROBE EP11 BAD NEWS EP12 STUCK IN THE MIDDLE WITH YOU EP13 THE ARBITER

and more to come...

[idolizerp]

LOADING INFORMATION ON MAYDAY’S MAIN VOCAL BAEK JIWOO...

IDOL DETAILS

STAGENAME: N/A  CURRENT AGE: 24 DEBUT AGE: 23 TRAINEE SINCE AGE: 17 COMPANY: MSG SECONDARY SKILL: N/A

IDOL PROFILE

NICKNAME(S): wooji, 애지 (”aeji” - a play on the word “애기” in combination with her name 지우 and a nod towards jiwoo’s youthful affect - also interchangeably used in reference to her aegyo (애교)), 백퍼센트귀여운 / baek percent gwiyeo-un/100% cute (reference to her cuteness as well as her family name, often simply shortened to baek percent / ‘백퍼센트‘ ), 보조개 / bojogae (dimples uwu) INSPIRATION: her biggest inspiration to become an idol was the first time she ever watched an idol comeback show - it was olympus’s “be mine” that peaked her interest. SPECIAL TALENTS:

ariana grande vocal impression

aegyo 3-set (x)

dad jokes / 아재개그

NOTABLE FACTS:

the only female child in her family for two generations

her favorite movie genre is romantic comedy and she wants to record an OST for one someday.

her favorite animal is the deer because fans have often compared her to bambi, she’s started carrying a small stuffed one she received at a fansign around.

she was an absolute teacher’s pet throughout school and was even elected class president in grade 10.

IDOL GOALS

SHORT-TERM GOALS:

short-term, she wants to regain her footing after the shocking change of pace she’s experienced recently and focus on building her resume to grab attention for both herself and her group, so they can, hopefully, get their first win during their next comeback.

LONG-TERM GOALS:

she’s looking to move more fully into acting and follow in the footsteps of exemplars like bae suzy who were able to create a name for themselves through not only their efforts on stage but on the screen as well.

IDOL IMAGE

jiwoo is compliant to a fault as a result of her strict religious upbringing under a firm-handed mother with a high standard of morality, a bit of a pushover, entirely too trusting of the people around her, she thinks the world of even those who don’t deserve it. despite this inherent timidity towards decisiveness against authority, she’s a bright and bubbly girl who just wants to make the world smile with her voice, her personality. she’s playful and naive, exudes a natural innocence that comes with her pointed lack of experience. it’s charming, the way it impacts her sense of humor, her lighthearted sass; funny, how jokes fly right over her head. she’s cute. there’s nothing forced about it and it’s that that MSG is counting on: her natural aegyo, genuine, the feeling of fondness and protectiveness that this aspect of her elicits.

she’s simple in that she’s generally easy to get along with, to laugh with, to be around. she’s got that trademark adorable easy-to-approach air about her but shines in the spotlight.

off stage, she’s painted as the girl-next-door, the childhood best friend, the little sister you’d sell your kidney for in a pinch. jiwoo’s pretty, radiant in the way you remember your first ever crush being when you were in school. she’s a social butterfly. her purity is captivating, youthful, and it has the potential to pull in a broad range of audiences if they play their cards right - people who want to preserve it, those on the other end of the spectrum who want to tear it back just to see what’s underneath, and those who resonate. that’s the fun in acting, being able to take their doll and see her dressed up the way they want to see her.

it’d be a shame if they broke her.

“but,” she wants to say. “i’m a singer.”

she sings her ass off on stage, she’s a main vocal - wants them to acknowledge that, that she’s talented and good and has worked hard to reach this point, to be a singer. she thinks about the fact that she left home for this, cut ties with her mother for this. she’s gotten so much better at dancing, her performances get better every time.

she wants to remind them that she’s got a group, that they’re good, too, that there’s more to her than her image, that they make good music. “please love mayday a lot!” she makes sure to add during her solo schedules.

“so cute!” they say. she’s the apple heart girl, cute enough to slap her face on their brand, cute enough to cast. it’s shallow, the way they love her, the way they want her.

it doesn’t feel as good.

IDOL HISTORY

TW BRIEF PHYSICAL/VERBAL ABUSE

act i, scene i, the sun shines through the clouds

jiwoo comes out singing. not literally, of course, but that’s the way her mother’s always made it seem, like this was the only thing she could ever picture for her little girl - the same bright little girl who’d sit in her lap during church and sing at the top of her lungs to every hymn, knew the words to every bit of gospel, and jumped at the opportunity to join the youth choir when she was finally old enough to hold a microphone. she’s a tiny, frail little thing, smaller than the other kids, and it pains her mother to watch jiwoo so far away, to watch her shine without her light. it’s a beautiful sight, though, the way she shines, the way she makes her mother feel like she was born to do it. she smiles so hard on stage, she’s scared her little face will split in two.

jiwoo’s mother learns early on that her zeal is conditional, that she shines so brightly but that she’s scared of her own shadow. she’s got stage fright something awful - conditional, because she’s fine when she can see her mother in the crowd of judging faces, but she throws up all over her brand new dress the day she has to sing a solo in front of her fourth grade class.

she’s relieved, she thinks, that it’s not easy for her to do it alone.

she’s her only child, her little jiwoo, the product of a short-lived relationship but a miracle, nonetheless. she’s all she’s got. she doesn’t know if she could ever stomach having to let her go. jiwoo cries.

“another opportunity will come, baby,” she tells her when she brushes her hair before bed that same evening, holds her close and hums. “you were meant to shine.”

it gets better when she starts participating in neighborhood plays as an attempt to branch out and get over her fear. she’s good.

her mother makes sure it doesn’t get to her head.

scene ii, they part.

the curtains rise to the rolling sound of drums and there she stands. there’s a television stage left and on the screen, there’s colors. they’re bright enough to blind her but still, she stares. there’s an awe in her expression, like she’s seeing for the very first time - hearing, too, the sound of music in another form. it’s different, this music, to the trot songs and olden spirituals her mama plays around the house.

it’s the first time ever she’s gone to a sleepover. she’s embarrassed that she doesn’t know the song, that the other girls do. her idea of fun on a friday night up until now has been watching historical dramas with her mom on the couch with a bowl of lightly salted popcorn between them, but, now, watching olympus’s comeback stage, she thinks she’s in love. her friends tell her to pick a favorite. she can’t decide, but she goes home the next morning and downloads ‘be mine’, listens to it when she gets ready for bed, so she’ll know the words, too.

it’s not a secret but her mother finds out when she catches her belting the song into her hairbrush after dinner, a printed out picture of the boys taped above her bed. (she’s decided she likes the main vocal’s part best.)

“who’re you listening to?” she asks, a hand against the doorframe.

“idols,” jiwoo replies, a new word added to her vocabulary. “don’t they sound cool?”

“don’t forget to pray.” her mother says.

interlude

the first and only time her mother hits her is when she comes out of her room with lip gloss on, some daiso mascara on her lashes and a cute shirt she’d borrowed from one of her friends. there’s nothing inappropriate about the look, just shorts and a shirt, stomach and thighs hidden like she’s been taught to keep them. she’s thirteen and learning about makeup and self-expression from the now regular sleepovers she has with her school friends every weekend. they meet up and sing together, plan on putting together a cover performance for the back to school showcase after being inspired by heaven’s debut. her walls are plastered with idol posters now, bought with the money she picks up from babysitting the toddler who lives in the flat next door when his parents are out. she’s growing up, discovering herself, doesn’t see a thing wrong with it until her mother slaps her square across the face.

it stings something fierce, burns with a kind of betrayal she’s never felt before - ever. it’s the first time she feels truly afraid of her mother. it hurts more when she speaks, tells her to change because she looks like a trollop.

jiwoo changes. something changes with her. she prays.

2013.

her friend goes to an audition for msg. “come along,” she says, “it’ll be fun.” she says, but it feels like a set up somehow. it’s incredibly cliche, the way she doesn’t intend to audition, doesn’t even think about it, but winds up in front a panel of judges before she even realizes she’s there. she needs to be home by six. caught off guard, she sings olympus’s be mine with absolutely no expectations, grooves a bit to some generic pop music as a display of her grasp on rhythm, and makes a point to apologize to them for being unprepared. she squirms, smiles sheepishly and tries not seem as nervous as she is.

it’s cute. they like her. she doesn’t know how she’s going to tell her mom.

act ii,scene i hell freezes over

she tells her over dinner.

her mother’s mad, the way jiwoo knew she’d be. she tells her that when she thought of her becoming a singer, she’d always pictured someone classy and regaled like so hyang. this isn’t what she wants and she makes sure that jiwoo knows it when she signs the paperwork. things get cold after that, like it’s her mom’s attempt to ice her out, guilt her into calling it quits so she can pay the hefty fee for a month or two and they can go back to spending every night together, quiet and safe and holy.

it hurts her feelings but she pushes through, spends her time as a trainee doing the best she can, stays away from home as long as possible when the opportunities arise, but always comes back with her tail between her legs on the rare occasion she gets truly, properly scolded. she’s compliant when she can be, when it doesn’t speak against her soul.

it gets colder.

things reach a head when she’s old enough to be out on her own and her mother kicks her out. she doesn’t look at her when she does it, doesn’t say a word, but the way her things are neatly packed and waiting by the door when she gets home from training speak volumes. the bible on top of her suitcase while her mother sits in her usual spot in front of the television feels passive aggressive, hurts her feelings, but she leaves. she stays the night at one of her trainee friend’s apartments and never goes back.

her mother cries, feels like a failure, feels terribly alone. she doesn’t call.

it’s the first time jiwoo ever truly goes against the grain. hell freezes.

it’s too cold.

scene ii, let me entertain you

debut doesn’t feel the way she thought it would. it’s very clinical, the whole process.

she expects them to be received with open arms by the public but the scores during music shows speak volumes, their song does okay but it’s not enough. it’s a hum, barely even a clap of thunder, just a rumble. she’s happy anyway, like she always is, glad she gets to sing, but she holds out hope for a breakthrough.

and, well.

she doesn’t do it on purpose, the whole aegyo thing, it just happens during a fansign one day. she’s interacting with the fans that came, teasing them for their reminders for her to eat well when she goes to mime eating an apple to satiate them. it turns into a heart and she’s terribly delighted, does it again and tells them, tone cute and lovely, that their love keeps her full. it’s a few days spent without her giving it any thought, but one morning, she sees her face on pann and wonders what the fuss is about. weeks pass and she’s genuinely surprised to see other idols do it during interviews, finds herself searching for compilations on youtube and twitter and giggling in delight when she should be sleeping. it feels surreal but her company seems pleased.

she doesn’t realize what it really means until they start to really push her, booking her appearances on commercials, variety shows here and there to keep the public’s eyes on her - the mc’s always bring it up, the apple thing. they coo over her, laugh at her jokes, seem utterly charmed by her and it’s - different. it’s never about her singing. the company tells her she’s being helpful.

it gets even different-er when months down the line, she’s offered a role in a webdrama.

they accept it without really even asking her but it’s fine, she guesses. she likes acting well enough, had enjoyed it when she worked with 1nferno for their music video, in her childhood. she doesn’t question their motives, though. it’s okay.

she’ll do what they want her to do. if it’ll help.

[ask-sarah-and-co]

(@ask-the-shiny-pokemons) Rimi approaches Luna. She smiles.

"Hi! I think we've met before, yea? I was in the other event not so long ago and I've met someone named Jasper. I'm curious 'bout somethin', why didn't you brought him up here too?"

Oh yes, I remember you! That’s one of the perks of being a legendary, I suppose.

And yes, Jasper. She grins awkwardly, You must remember how at the last event, he and Hendrik became… romantically involved. And I’m almost certain Hendrik mentioned that he lives in a cave.

She pauses for a few seconds, So let’s just say that they’re… renovating his cave to have… a bedroom…? Her messages sound more sure, Yes, they’ve been working in- I mean on the bedroom. On the bedroom for a while.

It’s a bit funny to hear someone awkwardly stumbling via telepathic projections.

@ask-the-shiny-pokemons

[ask-sarah-and-co]

Yes! I’ve heard much about that game from my trai… friend. It sounds very fun! Luna tilts her head curiously, Do you play it with your friends? And, She pauses, Is it easy for someone like me to play?

(@ask-sarah-and-co) luna @ lunch

Oh my! Luna kneels down to smile at Lunch, Your pajamas are adorable! They are meant to be that… creature from the video game, yes? The one with mining and crafting? The name eludes me at the moment… Her telepathic projections fade out into the equivalent of her muttering to herself.

Excited at the mention of his favorite franchise, Lunch begins excitedly hopping around.

LUNCH!!!! (Translation: MINECRAFT! That’s my favorite game ever!! I’m not very good at it… but I love building houses!)

[ask-sarah-and-co]

(@lightofunova) A flurry of brilliant white flames comes into your vision, swirling together until they form a sparkling scroll on old parchment. Unraveling it reveals old text stamped with flowers at the bottom of the letter. Though it seems almost impossible to read, the text begins to shift and translate itself for you!

“Dearest guest,

You are cordially invited to a night of fun and games at Lady Reshi’s request. Should you wish to attend please come to my tower and bring your finest sleepwear. We will have plenty of entertainment, food, and more for you to indulge yourself in. I eagerly await your arrival.

Reshiram”

Artemis? The sawsbuck projected his thoughts into the domain, You have recieved a few messages.

Greetings, Vert. She looked up from the book she was reading. Was it on that cellular device?

Do not call me Vert. It’s Vertumnus. He paused. But yes, He levitated it over, From Jasper. I would not listen to it though, it is…

Ah. “Unsavory,” correct? At his grimace, she deleted the voicemail and pushed the phone away. It must have been accidental. Is there anything else?

Yes, you recieved this. He placed the scroll on the desk. He watched as she read it over, It almost set Asklepios and Aristaeus ablaze.

This is not from our Reshiram, is it? He shook his head. Oh, how wonderful! I’ve always wanted to visit another universe. I must begin packing at once!

How long will you be gone?

Hm, I do not know. Considering it’s in another universe, maybe a few minutes of our time?

A few minutes? Vetrumnus freezes. Who will take care of-

Why you and the others, of course! She doesn’t give him any time to respond before shifting her outfit and walking through a portal. I trust you, Vert!

(Luna has arrived at the sleepover! Send her an ask?)

[ask-sarah-and-co]

Luna glanced around the tower at everyone drifting off to sleep. All things must come to an end, I suppose, She smiled to herself. She hoped her new friends would come visit her dimension one day.

She opened the portal back home.

You’re late. The sawsbuck’s glare burned into her, Five minutes.

She shook her head. Contrary to the greeting, she could tell he was fine. It was good to be back.

Luna has left the event and is no longer available for any asks!

[ask-sarah-and-co]

Lief @Luna: "Ok, hear me out, hear me out. I have a dare for you." Somewhat tipsy and in a maid outfit, Lief stumbled up to her. "I dare you to do something silly with your antlers. Maybe, maybe stick something onto them or-" He paused to let loose a light hiccup.

An interesting proposition… She glances upwards at her horns. Hm, what about… Luna snaps her fingers and a tangle of Christmas lights appear on them.

There we are! Like mortal’s sawsbuck decorations, no?

@ask-team-misfit

(if you’re past this story beat just pretend this is in a little time bubble ajnsnjn)

[simplepotatofarmer]

chapter updates: lessons revisited, interlude II, and a sleepover

when spring arrives, it brings life. it follows the wind secretly into the night. - du fu, tang dynasty

no sides, just people.

it sounds so easy and for techno, it is, even when that person is dream. others struggle with it, others have secrets, and as spring thaws the landscape, some will be uncovered.

here's the first four three chapters of the second part of my au. please heed the tags as some of the content is heavy! also i'm not tagging this so if you want, reblog. it goes a long way and you can always un-reblog later.

[ask-sarah-and-co]

Ogerpon: (she runs up to the Luna, her plate of cookies held firmly in her 'hands') "Wow! I've never seen a Pokemon like you before! You're really tall, and really pretty! I'm Ogerpon! What are you called?"

She held up the plate of cookies.

Ogerpon: "Do you want a cookie? I'm running out, but there's still some left!"

Thank you dear! She chuckles, taking a cookie. My species is known as Xerneas, the god- or gods, I suppose- of life.

She tilts her head slightly, An Ogerpon? I’ve heard little of your kind. What are they like? She bites into the cookie, Are they all such wonderful bakers?

@the-feral-one

[ask-sarah-and-co]

M has brought Pizzas Give you a box filled with your favorite pizza and if you don't like pizza the box has your favorite dessert

Oh! She looks up in surprise, Thank you very much! I didn’t think anyone would bring tiramisu!

@mimikyufan000

[ask-sarah-and-co]

(@asktheoger) "Oohoho, that a wedding ring I spy?" Julian, the Diancie, asked Luna, sitting down besides her and kicking out his feet, similar to the way a young girl would pose herself upon hearing a particularly long, yet exciting story. "Spill the tea, sis- who's the lucky 'mon?"

The Xerneas laughs, You have quite the keen eye!

She summons a small portal, a wallet falling out of it. You notice that it’s empty when she opens it, aside from a comical amount of pictures in a long reel- all of the same person.

Her name’s Athena, and she’s a Zacian! I know she looks quite angry in a decent amount of these, but look! Luna taps a photo of Athena eating a donut and looking genuinely happy, She’s really quite wonderful!

@asktheoger

(pretend I drew like 20 images of her lmaooo)