#Jin I love your art but this is so cursed

[flamingvictoryagain]

this is what I saw when I joined earlier.

I had to see it, whoever gets this on their feed need to see it.

again not my fault

[maikingsenseofit]

I think almost all of the anti Mai discourse from namely Zutara shippers boils down to this.

You can try and deliberately misconstrue the writing to say Zuko forgot Mai, was never happy around her, never loved her, etc etc

But not once can you say Zuko ever looked at Katara, Jin, or any other female character you ship him with the same way he looks at Mai in these four panels.

What I love about the art of animation is it conveys so much when words can’t.

The eyes, Chico. They never lie.

This single scene conveys so much love, adoration, and the happiness of finally reuniting with your soulmate. And no amount of dissertations on how a fanon ship would’ve made a children’s tv show more enjoyable to you will never change that.

The curse of canon weighs on Maiko and Kataang shippers, but we wouldn’t have it any other way.

[hannigramislife]

for my own gratification bc i just ran into nie mingjue hate in the wild, would you mind making a post that defends my poor good boy? he worked so hard and got gaslit to shit before getting murdered terribly ;; literally everyone sat there telling him "youre being too harsh" and he's just responding appropriately. like yeah, if you witness a murder, ya kinda got to do something about that as a clan leader. its kinda your responsibility, even when you care about the person who did the murdering. he was also a really young when he took on the role of clan leader and idk, it just made me rlly sad to see people dunk on him cuz wtf he's literally just trying his best in an impossible situation WHILE being perpetually fucked over by his clan's own traditional cultivation cuz now the stronger he is as a leader, the closer he is to going literally insane and dying bc of it. (mingjue did nothing wrong i will die on this hill) ((sorry for going on a tirade, im just sad and defensive of my good boy rn))

Oh no! I'm so sorry you had to go through Nie Mingjue hate! Truly tragic. I went through that once when in the beginning of me reading the books, when I still had no proper opinions, and never again.

I'm more than willing to make a post about Nie Mingjue! I'm always down to talk about Nie Mingjue tbh, he's my heart and love and if I were to have been given the opportunity to be his right hand person, I would have simply never betrayed his trust and married him. Rip Jin Guangyao but I'm different.

Anyways, I, huhhh, actually think you?? Covered it all??? Pretty much?? Yet I will talk about it. This will be long and non-coherent, because I don't have the books rn to find quotes in them and honestly, I could write essays on Nie Mingjue either way.

Nie Mingjue is a central piece of the narrative, despite the limited amount of appearances he made, and the fact that he wasn't close to the main characters at all. The entire second part of the plot revolves around him- it happened because of him. His murder is a tragedy; literally, by greek standards, man has Cassandra Curse all over him, so I don't get how people can tell me, confidently, that his death was warranted. I've been told the man had asked for it, and this has mostly been by Jin Guangyao apologists.

So let me make something real fucking clear.

Nie Mingjue did not deserve to die. Let's get that out of the way, anyone can fight me on that. Nie Mingjue had more good qualities than half the people in this fucking story, despite his flaws. After his father was brutally murdered when Mingjue was only in his teens, Nie Mingjue stepped up as clan leader. We can only speculate the hardships that await someone leading a clan at such an early age. Yet, political challenges weren't the only thing he had to battle; Nie Mingjue knew about his clan's harmful cultivation, and he knew he was going to die young. So what did he do? His best. Literally his best, always. He was always giving 100% of his abilities, because that's who he was.

Let's talk about who Nie Mingjue was, shall we?

When Jin Guangyao, still Meng Yao then, describes Nie Mingjue, he finds himself perplexed, because Nie Mingjue isn't like other men. He is not frivolous, and he has no vices; Meng Yao describes how Nie Mingjue never showed an interest in arts, or alcohol, or women. All he did was train, and fight the Wens during the war. It shows that he had a one-track mind from the start, and has got a strict discipline; yet this strictly disciplined man, leader of a clan that prizes strength, continuously indulges his lazy and undisciplined half-brother, his one and only heir, despite not understanding his interests. We gather, pretty quickly, that Nie Mingjue is a bleeding heart for his brother, and for the ones he loves in general. We see the same softer side displayed in the presence of Lan Xichen, and of course, for some time, Meng Yao.

People seem to think Nie Mingjue took Meng Yao's betrayal too harshly. As if somehow seeing a man he thought to have been just and honest commit premeditated murder, then cover it up, was something he was just supposed to get over. To this day, I can't believe how Lan Xichen was so understanding of it. But not only did Nie Mingjue catch him in a cowardly act - Meng Yao proceeds to manipulate him, using the fact that Nie Mingjue cared about him, to stab him in the back. Or front, however it happened. I get that Meng Yao was in a difficult position, that he suffered at the Jins, that he felt backed in a corner; but Nie Mingjue was a man that had extended his help to Meng Yao before, and even then, he went to find Meng Yao in righteous fury, ready to help him again. To Nie Mingjue, the idea that Meng Yao "had no other choice" but to kill - to kill in the manner he did - it could have been nothing but a betrayal.

One thing that I personally highly respected Nie Mingjue for was the fact that he did not judge Meng Yao for his background. This is not up for debate; Nie Mingjue stood up for him, quite publicly, quite vocally, when Meng Yao was being insulted over it. And not only that, but he promoted Meng Yao to be his right hand man, just like that. Because he's impulsive, and to prove a point, but it was still huge of him to do. Not even Lan Xichen would have done that - In a society built on power dynamics between social classes, Nie Mingjue was one of the few characters who did not let that define his actions. It wasn't because he was born privileged (though he was) but because he he didn't let anything other than his judgment direct his actions. Nie Mingjue also never shied away from anything; if it had to be done, he did it, no matter the cost.

Nie Mingjue was decisive, and had an iron will. When Meng Yao killed the Nie disciples in Qishan, he wanted to kill Meng Yao. Meng Yao told him, paraphrasing, that "don't you understand that if I hadn't done that, it would have been your corpse up there?" and Wei Wuxian takes it to mean "Translation: I saved you so you can't kill me, because that would mean you're in the wrong." So Nie Mingjue hesitated for a second, then said: "Fine! I'll kill you, and then take my own life!" And the only reason he didn't, was because Lan Xichen was there. Otherwise, Nie Mingjue would have killed his former friend, then followed him to whatever afterlife awaited.

Nie Mingjue is often portrayed like he doesn't understand stuff, like he's stupid, simply because of his black and white sense of morality. That's not correct: Nie Mingjue understands motive, but he doesn't accept the ends justifying the means. Scratch that, he doesn't accept or justify either, if they're unjust. The murder of the Jin commander, the murder of the Nie disciples, not executing Xue Yang - how can Nie Mingjue possibly understand Meng Yao's decisions, when Nie Mingjue would rather die, any day, than live thanks to vile actions?

And then, Nie Mingjue starts falling into qi-deviation. We know that it affected his temper the most, and his judgement. I don't understand how it works, really, so I don't know by the end how much was Nie Mingjue and how much was the mess that the spirit made of him - maybe a combination of the two. But what is certain, is that the rapid qi deviation changed him.

But I could write a hundred more pages on him, meticulously going over every single scene he has ever appeared in, because I find him that interesting. I find him the most interesting, and the most appealing character, because in a story where the navigation of the cultivation world's complex politics and hierarchies with tact and diplomacy is crucial, Nie Mingjue stands uncompromising in his principles, choosing duty and honor over anything else, even when it's hard.

[thatswhatsushesaid]

Why didn't Su She just grab JGY and teleport out of the temple? Was his cultivation level really low? Did he need a recharge??

it's funny you should send me this ask, anon, since it does form the basic premise of a fic I am working on (kind of).

sms's cultivation level and martial arts skills are quite good! before uncovering his identity as the mystery swordsman responsible for absconding with xue yang's body and, presumably, the stygian tiger tally, wwx is impressed by his techniques and capabilities. during the second siege of the burial mounds, sms is the one who leads his moling su disciples in performing the altered song of vanquishing to seal the spiritual energies of everyone else present at the siege--and, once he is found out, he makes use of a teleportation talisman to escape (abandoning his own disciples in the process after tricking them--not a good look, minshan). he's using these talents towards a terrible purpose in this moment, of course, but this speaks to someone who does have a strong cultivation base; his own guqin isn't named in the text, but it is described as a first class spiritual tool comparable to lan wangji's. just because he isn't lan wangji, lan xichen or nie mingjue doesn't mean he isn't a strong cultivator! he's just not a cultivation prodigy.

(though, as an aside, it takes a different kind of gumption and courage to go from being exiled from your sect and branded a coward, to establishing your own sect in mdzs's jianghu.)

so, bearing in mind that he did just exert a considerable amount of that energy during the second burial mounds siege, I do think he was 'running low,' as it were, and didn't have much left in the tank. that said, I do think it's possible that minshan could have made use of a teleportation talisman for both himself and jgy, just because of how much spiritual power he pours into nanping [edit: not nanping!! i forgot that lwj already shattered nanping earlier in the confrontation. so this is a different sword, but i think my point still stands] in his final attack on nmj moments before his death. I am glad that this moment was included in the donghua and very sad it was changed in cql:

(highlighting that short paragraph up top just to indicate the short-sightedness of huaisang's revenge vision quest here. nmj's fierce corpse is a danger to everyone in this confrontation, not just jgy; moments earlier, he'd not only lunged towards both jin ling and jiang cheng, but even towards lan xichen and huaisang himself.)

I love this paragraph; I love that in this moment, minshan's martial prowess and his strong cultivation base get to shine, because he is a character who has gone through the entire novel belittled and mocked and denigrated by everyone around him because of his cowardice, his inconsistent control over his spiritual abilities, and his decades-long grudge against the gusu lan (and lan wangji specifically). all of that remains true, and in this moment, he is incandescent and capable and putting every scrap of remaining power that he has into this attempt to strike down nmj and protect jgy. it's beautifully and vividly written and demonstrates just how unwavering his devotion is to the only person in the text to consistently treat him with respect and dignity.

that said--

the moment of his death unfortunately encapsulates his achilles' heel, both as a character and as a cultivator, imo. minshan's problem isn't that he has a weak spiritual core and weak martial arts: it's that he is impulsive and prone to extremely poor judgment in the heat of the moment (case in point: he curses jin zixun for the unforgivable crime of... wounding his pride. I mean, I too think jzn is a cunt, but like, come on minshan). he pours so much dazzling spiritual power into his sword that it shatters, rendering him defenceless in the face of nmj's attack.

imo this is a pivotal moment in the final confrontation in the guanyin temple where both sms and jgy could have escaped exactly as you suggest, anon. if sms has enough spiritual power remaining to accidentally shatter his sword, he probably has enough spiritual power to activate a teleportation talisman (either while nmj is still staring at the empty coffin or after forcing him back with that initial sword thrust) and escape through it with jgy in tow. but he didn't, because that isn't the judgment call he made in the moment.

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

OC deep dive

Thanks @mysticstarlightduck here, @mk-writes-stuff here, and @urnumber1star here!

Rules: answer the prompts for your OC(s)!

Previous deep dives:

Lexi, Maddie, Ash, Gwen

Noelle, Rose, Kelsey, Robbie, Akash, Hye-Jin

Jedi, Carmen, Carla, George

I think it's time that I do some SOTL characters! Long overdue!

Let's start with Jack, Tierney, and Úrsula!

What uncommon/common fear do they have?

Jack - dentists...sorry my guy. But also tooth fairies on top of that

Tierney - he has a high royal standing, so I feel like he'd be afraid of like being kidnapped or someone close to him being kidnapped

Úrsula - losing control of her curse

Do they have any pet peeves?

Jack - lazy people, whether they get results or not, piss him off because Jack always gives it his all for a very predictable result

Tierney - people judging him

Úrsula - people who don't leave her alone

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom?

Jack - the harp he took from the giant's castle, pictures of his family, framed historical documents/photos/art

Tierney - large four-poster bed with canopies, wall full of books with a ladder, a desk where he practices his potions

Úrsula - a handmade large bookshelf filled with books, a cozy corner with beanbags and pillows, a cello with a music stand

What do they notice first in a person?

Jack - height

Tierney - what they're wearing

Úrsula - whatever they're holding

On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance?

Jack - 5/10

Tierney - 2/10 for anything that isn't electric based

Úrsula - 6/10

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure?

Jack - fight

Tierney - fight

Úrsula - flight

Do they come from a big family/are they a family person?

Jack - small family, big family person

Tierney - large family, only kind of a family person (varies depending on who it is)

Úrsula - small family, becomes less of a family person

What animal represents them best?

Jack - probably a small dog

Tierney - cat

Úrsula - bear

What is a smell that they dislike?

Jack - lavender

Tierney - bad breath

Úrsula - smoke

Have they broken any bones?

Jack - yes

Tierney - no

Úrsula - no

How would a stranger likely describe them?

Jack - “Oh that kid? He's a strange one alright. Had him in a couple classes but never talked to him. Never have I seen someone so mediocre at everything. Teachers would always pull him aside and have conversations with him. He never seems to be fully applying himself. He never - and I mean never - bombed a test. But he also never did anything extraordinary. No awards. No punishments. He'd probably stick in the background if he wasn't trying to get everyone's approval.”

Tierney - “The third prince? I don't know anything about him. He's still a kid, and his older brothers are getting betrothed. Speaking of which, Jarred's ball is coming up, and I'm going! How do I look? Do you think he'll pick me? He better. Richard and Amani are trending! Aren't they such a cute couple? Who were we talking about, again?”

Úrsula - *suddenly getting quiet* “Her? That... beast? Well, she's kinda scary and ugly, isn't she? Like you can almost see the human behind her. It's uncanny. I wonder what she did to make herself get cursed like that. I almost pity her. She's apparently friendly, but no one wants to approach her.”

Are they a night owl or a morning bird?

Jack - morning bird

Tierney - night owl

Úrsula - morning bird

What is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love?

Jack - loves pumpkins, hates cherries

Tierney - loves tea, hates beans

Úrsula - loves chocolate, hates lemon

Do they have any hobbies?

Jack - loves being outdoors, doing chores around the farm, which he'll argue is a hobby. But he'd like to build a fence or a birdhouse whenever he has time. Woodwork.

Tierney - potions!

Úrsula - too many... Composing, reading, playing the cello are the main ones!

Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprises?

Jack - eh, middle of the road. Depends on his mood. I think he'd like the party more than the surprise.

Tierney - nope. Overdone...please just do something small...

Úrsula - I don't think she cares for surprises. She'd love that she was acknowledged, overwhelmed by the party, and neutral to the surprise part.

Do they like to wear jewelry?

Jack - no

Tierney - depends

Úrsula - yes

Do they have neat or messy handwriting?

Jack - average

Tierney - neat by force, messy naturally

Úrsula - messy but tries her best

What are the two emotions they feel the most?

Jack - disappointed yet determined

Tierney - fascination and hope

Úrsula - fear and wonder

Do they have a favorite fabric?

Jack - denim

Tierney - wool, silk, linen

Úrsula - polyester

What kind of accent do they have?

Jack - rural Irish

Tierney - "King's English"

Úrsula - Paulistano/Brazilian

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What uncommon/common fear do they have? Do they have any pet peeves? What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom? What do they notice first in a person? On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance?Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure?Do they come from a big family/are they a family person?What animal represents them best? What is a smell that they dislike? Have they broken any bones? How would a stranger likely describe them? Are they a night owl or a morning bird? What is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love? Do they have any hobbies? Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprises? Do they like to wear jewelry?Do they have neat or messy handwriting? What are the two emotions they feel the most? Do they have a favorite fabric?What kind of accent do they have?

[jmdbjk]

Bangtan Weekly Report

Why did JK come back to Korea?? I seriously thought it was to send Yoongi off but we're still not there yet.

This trip for JK is supposedly associated with a fashion schedule. Seems like if he was on his way to the VMAs they'd be ramming his appearance down everyone's throat for clout.

Personally, I hope he does not appear on that farce of an award show but if he does he'll pomichidai or however you spell it.

Dazed and Jungfused. He let those nipples see daylight and hasn't looked back.

JK is single-handedly dragging us along in Chapter 2, force-feeding us some grown-ass man full bleed adult Bangtan with his cigarette-smoking, nipple-feuled photos.

You know Mr. OG with the nipples will need to step up his game now right?

Tae x Layover ... poor guy wondering why everyone was cursing him out during his listening party on Stationhead.

So I listened to Layover. Added it to my playlists. It's nice, jazzy, R&B. Those genres are not my usual vibe.

Of all the songs, I think Slow Dancing is the one I like best. They were right to choose that as the title track.

The MV is gorgeous, except for the weird images of Yeontan in the trees of the mountain. Those kinda creeped me out... a little hokey, lol.

I was surprised that the songs are heavy in English lyrics. I know Tae has memorized things in English for things like award shows and all, it never seemed like he was confident in speaking English so it surprises me there is so much English in these songs.

Perhaps this is why he had Jungkook record the guides so he could follow them to help with pronunciation.

I watched a few of his Layover promotion interviews. I've been waiting to see him let more of his personality out during this solo rollout.

Tae is very animated and expressive when he speaks. And this is where I say he would excel at acting. He mentioned wanting to play a villian and I WOULD LOVE TO SEE THAT!

The Weverse Magazine story and today's Suchwita episode were more enlightening to me than anything else so far and gave me more insight as to the differences between him and the others. He made me understand his personality better. He made me realize or remember how sentimental he is. They talked in-depth about several topics: 2018, Chapter 2, individual projects and best of all they talked about when they get back together as 7. It did make me tear up when he said when they get back together he would like them to go on a trip together.

Anyway...

Tae has been feeding us on Instagram daily along with Namjoon...

Happy 29th birthday Namjoon!

You are loved and admired. Thank you for normalizing fuzzy mole head Bangtan, but I'm still going to fall down in a weeping mess when I see Jimin's head like that.

RM just going about his business and showing Jimin some art. The Leeum Museum is within walking distance of their apartments at Nine One, not that I think they walked there, they probably went in Jimin's car since Joon still doesn't drive... just kidding... but who knows. I got behind a Porsche Panamera the other day and was thrilled. That's a much larger car than I originally thought it was.

[Pretty sure that's a drink Jimin's holding in his left hand. Maybe iced coffee.]

I want to think that some deep conversations happened while these two were contemplating art. How can deep conversations NOT happen when you are hanging around Joon?

And Hobi and Jin still making their presence known on Weverse and IG. We are on the downslide for Jin. I can't wait for him to be back.

I think, not 100% sure, but I think after Korean men are discharged from the military they are automatically put in reserves. I didn't know that until the other day. So we may think they are scott-free when they are discharged but not really. Phooey.

💜💜💜

Just a quick thing for insight: Miley Cyrus said touring is hard for her because she felt her "ego" gets "overused" and that "it's hard to turn it off." She said "I think when you're training your ego every single night to be active, that's the hardest switch, for me, to turn off." Having every day the relationship between her and other humans to be basically 'subject' and 'observer' isn't healthy for her because it erases her humanity and her connection.

Just food for thought...

[bluenpjm]

cloud9 agency ☁ jjk x oc

Ⓒ bluenpjm — all rights reserved. do not repost, translate or claim as your own.

synopsis.  faced with decisions that can change the course of her career, the art director of the cloud9 agency decides it is time to act and reignite the flame she had once lost. and all because of an intern…

genre.  non-idol au ; slice of life au ; intern!jungkook ◦ fluff ◦ angst ◦ smut 

pairing.  JJK x OC

rating.  M

wordcount. 4.5K

warnings.  feelings of distress when you know you did something wrong and you also don’t know what to do with your life. 

a/n.  생일 축하합니다, 친구! to the one that makes being the youngest a challenge, i hope this makes you happy on your special day~ i love you to the moon and back, cee! let’s be friends forever 😌💛 

chapters. 2 — 3 — 4

It hadn’t yet occurred to Jungkook how terribly awful work could be. That only happened, of course, after Carolina’s departure from Cloud9. What once he did with pleasure and gratification, soon became a disturbance. Going to bed to wake up early the following day to go to work had become something abominable. It pained him to see his life wasted with something that no longer brought him a joy to do. 

He was quick to make up his mind about his stay at the agency. With his internship close to terminating, he had no doubt he didn’t belong there. In fact, that might’ve been one of the few things he hadn’t been questioning these days. 

Jungkook was an introspective kind of guy. Although, most times, he didn’t show it. For a decision to be made, it resulted in many sleepless hours, his mind replaying the countless scenarios that could develop due to his actions. 

“So, what are you going to do now?” Jimin’s question was barely perceived by the group as he had just stuffed his mouth with chips. His focus was torn between his friend’s problem and the videogame that he was now losing. 

“Suck on that!” Taehyung childishly sang, not daring to skip the replay of the goal that had placed him in the victory spot. It was now two for one. 

While Jimin curses under his breath, Jungkook’s smile is disrupted by his own thoughts yet again. “I’m not sure.” He eventually comes to a conclusion. “Jin got me a gig at his modeling agency. Some good might come out of it.” 

“Kim?” Jimin keeps his head, suddenly interested. Jungkook hums positively. “Can I go with you?” 

“What?” Jungkook is as confused as Taehyung looks amused at the question of his housemate and that only increases the suspicion. “Why?” 

“He’s been going at it about this one girl—blonde short-hair, blue eyes, foreign accent…” Taehyung trails and from the corner of his eye, he can see Jimin smiling sheepishly. “She’s a model at the same agency as Jin.” Taehyung summarizes and is quick to continue on about the previous subject, “But I mean, the worst thing that can happen is you losing your home because you can’t pay rent.” 

Jungkook frowns as he watches his friend stuff his mouth with the popcorn he had bought for their hangout. It had become a habit of theirs. Every Friday night they would go to each other's houses to play video games or watch sports on the tv. Taehyung and Jimin lived together, so every other week Jungkook would have them over. Would those be the last popcorn he bought? His eyes widened at the thought. 

“And let me tell you, you have a great home,” Jimin adds. 

Jungkook is left speechless, a whole new problem forming in his mind. He doesn’t see the rest of the game his friends are playing nor does he get brought back to reality the two times Taehyung celebrates another scored goal. 

“I think I’m gonna go grab some food.” Jungkook gets up from the ottoman. 

“It’s our turn now!” Jimin gesticulates to the screen, controller in one hand wobbling in a threatening way. Jungkook had already lost to Taehyung, much to his displeasure, and now they had to decide, out of the three, who was the ultimate loser. The final match. “Let’s order in instead. Taehyung, search something up.” He nudges his friend, noticing how he was glued to his phone, scrolling on his ex-girlfriend's social media profile. 

“Nah, you guys play another round.” Jungkook plays with his lip ring, his brain working fast as he comes up with the perfect words. “I think someone might’ve been cheating during the penalties.” 

The simple shrug he adds at the end, accompanied by the head tilt towards the Capricorn is enough for Jimin to be completely revolted, hands in the air as he claims unfairness and a complete disregard of the previous match. 

As he could do with his eyes closed, Jungkook travels across his living room, promptly fetching the keys that lay on the entryway table, right next to the marbled-clay-like tray that his sister-in-law had given him when he first moved into the apartment. 

He doesn’t take the elevator to reach the ground level. Instead, he prefers to rush down the stairs, allowing his mind to be occupied for the twenty seconds it takes him to arrive. That was, of course, only one of the reasons why he had settled for the stairs. Ever since Taehyung had gotten stuck in the elevator, Jungkook tried his best to refrain from using it. 

He welcomes the chilling wind that hits his face as soon as he steps outside. But the more he walks, the more he begins to think he should’ve driven. And so he fastens his pace, with only one more block left to cross. 

As he makes a turn, he can already see the red neon light of the restaurant that lights the entire street. 

He reaches the door, and the thought of calling the restaurant beforehand crosses his mind. Now, we will have to order and wait, to then have to walk back home. He’s tired and sighs, before mustering a small smile to the girl at the register. 

“Good night, sir. What I can help you with?” 

He quickly glances down, his right hand unlocking his phone as he checks there are no unread messages. Either his friends were still playing, or they were satisfied with being surprised by his choice of the menu. 

He feels tense about making a decision but ends up playing it safe, and buying enough fried chicken for the three to eat and repeat until they feel nauseous. 

“Sousa,” The young man behind the counter yells, as he raises a plastic bag and drops it on the counter. His abrupt movement lets the steam that was being held captive inside free. 

Jungkook eyes widen and for a moment he thinks he misheard. 

“Order 71, under Sousa.” 

The young man calls again. 

And that is when he sees her. 

Carolina strides towards the counter, apologizing as one of the sides of her headphones pushes her hair back, making her features perfectly seen. Her cheeks are a soft shade of pink and it was noticeable how uncomfortable she became from all the stares she gained from the starving customers that awaited their orders. 

She hadn’t seen him, of course. And Jungkook panics when the thought crosses his mind. Of her seeing him. Would she pretend she didn’t know him, ignoring his presence completely as if no one but a mere ghost stood on his shoes; or would she march towards him, bag swinging towards his face as she shouted hurt left-to-say words? He looks left and right and if his neck could handle a 360, he would’ve. His breath accelerates and he only manages to put his hoodie over his head, eyes glued to the ground as his bare toes become the focal point of his admiration. 

He notices how his index and middle toe try to surpass his big toe. How his pinky is so small that he can barely see his nail and how his twin, from the other foot, is crooked. And how the buckle of his sandals seems to be hanging only by a couple of threads. And so he keeps on switching between 

It feels like hours go by and he doesn’t dare to look up, too scared he would find her there, with the most disappointing look on her face. 

“Order 78, Jeon.” The young man calls. “Order for Jeon.” 

And he finally dares to look up, sighing in relief as he notices that she’s not there.

Jungkook is exhausted. His legs hurt and he doesn’t remember when was the last time he had to stand for some many hours. The little money he’s being paid certainly doesn’t make up for all the hard work he’s been putting in. 

As expected, Jin hadn’t been completely honest with the job description. 

It had seemed a little bit preposterous for an agency of such caliber to hire someone with so much ease to run a photoshoot. And they hadn’t. In fact, they were simply looking for something similar to a busboy. Someone to clean the lenses of the cameras, adjust the lights and even get water to the crew. The only time Jungkook got to hold a camera was when the photographer had to sneeze. And then he had to disinfect it, as he refused to grab any device held by peasants. 

So, by the time Jin and he were walking back to his car, he had also ruled out working in the fashion industry. Jungkook tapped the steering wheel, impatiently, as he watches through the rearview mirror Jin stacking up his bag on the trunk of the car. 

“Should I drop you home?” The car roars, finally signaling their trip was about to start and Jungkook was closer to getting his much-deserved rest. 

“Actually,” Jin types feverishly into his phone, fingers smashing the screen. “we have a party to go to.” 

“A party?” Jin doesn’t care to look at Jungkook, but the face he makes matches the discontent in his voice. 

“Yeah, I have a friend you need to meet. He might need a photographer for his events.” Jin finally puts his phone down, now looking at the driver that, despite having the car running, hadn’t moved from the parking lot. “With this many gigs, I might have to start charging you a fee. Plus, you got to look at my handsome face for 10 hours.” 

Jungkook laughs drily along the vivid chuckle of Jin, not amused. The rumpled envelope with little over 100 bucks in Jungkook’s jeans begins to weigh uncomfortably in his pockets. He would really have to reconsider accepting help from friends in the future. 

Alas, the youngest doesn’t fight Jin in his decision of going to the party. Instead, he agrees, mentally convincing himself that he would be able to lose him and get home as soon as possible. 

As they descend into the depths of the city, the pulsating energy of the underground club engulfed their senses. A heavy bass reverberated through the air, intertwining with the rhythmic beats of the hip-hop music playing. The dimly lit ambiance added an aura of mystery, with flickering neon lights casting vibrant hues across the smoky room. The space was filled to the brim with a diverse crowd, their bodies swaying and grooving to the infectious tunes, creating a living, breathing entity of music and movement.

Jungkook got to learn Jin's friend's name as soon as they arrived at the club. Agust D. Also known as Yoongi. The posters hanging from the walls next to the stage made the designer doubt that he needed any help. At least, one that Jungkook could provide. 

Perched on an elevated stage, Yoongi commanded the attention of the entire room. With each track, he was able to manipulate the crowd’s emotions. The air was thick with anticipation as he expertly curated a sonic journey, carefully having selected tracks that ignited the crowd's energy, compelling them to lose themselves in the music.

Amidst the swirling sea of bodies, conversations were carried away by the thunderous sound system. Laughter and shouts of excitement intermingled with the music, creating an exhilarating cacophony of human connection. The atmosphere was electric, with the collective joy and euphoria permeating every corner of the club. 

That was, of course, but from one table in the very far corner of the club. Jungkook sat alone, as he wobbled his head to the music. The drink he had was now nothing but melted ice and he risks losing his table as his lips begin to feel dry and he makes his way to the bar. 

He orders his drink and leans against the counter. His gaze wanders across the sea of bodies swaying to the music, each lost in their own world of rhythm and movement. The dim lights danced upon their faces, casting shadows and revealing moments of pure joy. 

Engulfed in his surly state, Jungkook can’t shake off the feeling of being watched. He turns his head subtly, scanning the crowd. And then, on the edge of his peripheral field, he saw her—a familiar face that sent a jolt through his veins. A mix of surprise and uncertainty flickered in her eyes as she met his gaze. Memories flooded back, reminding him and her of the pain he had caused and the lack of effort to make amends. 

Time seems to slow down as their eyes locked, and Jungkook’s heart races with a medley of emotions, seeming to accompany the rhythm of the music playing. A mix of anticipation and anxiety surged through him, uncertain of how she would react to his presence as he notices her move from the far end of the bar she was in, to the stool next to him.

“Carolina, I—” He struggles to find the words. Doubt of even being able to make himself heard through the music crosses his mind. “I—hum,” 

“Huh…” The girl’s finger contours the oval rim of her cup. “So you developed a stutter.” 

“What?” The way he frows his eyebrows shows how confused he is. The musician up on stage now helps them converse, as he stops the music to take a break and puts on some background music. 

“I always wondered what had happened to you,” She grabs her cup, her exposed back leaning against the cold counter as she faces the crowd. “Guess now I know.” 

Despite feeling the sarcasm in her voice, Jungkook can’t help the warm feeling that overflows inside him. She cared enough to think about him from time to time and that, in some strange way, gave him hope—hope that not all was lost.

She doesn’t spare him another look, though, and doesn’t wait for his response either, as instead, she launches towards the sea of people that stood by them and the stage. 

“Oh, wait–!” Jungkook hurriedly grabs his drink, bumping into some people as he rushes after her. His eyes are fixed on the girl as he weaved through the sea of bodies. He could feel the distance closing between them. In a sort of drunken courage, he couldn’t let the opportunity slip away without expressing how he was feeling. 

Breathing heavily, Jungkook finally catches up to her, gently grabbing her arm to get her attention once again. She turned, surprise mingling with a trace of skepticism in her eyes. The air crackled with tension as they stood face to face, the music and voices surrounding them fading into the background. 

"Can we talk?" Jungkook mustered, voice barely audible through the deafening music. Carolina hesitated, but after a moment, she nodded. 

Grabbing the girl’s hand, Jungkook navigates their way through the packed dance floor as they make their way outside, seeking refuge in the relative calm of the night. Walking in silence, once outside, Carolina lets go of his hand. 

Jungkook looks at her, confused.

“So? Go on…” She urges, her voice laced with a mix of curiosity and impatience. As she spoke, a slight shiver ran through her, a reminder of the biting cold outside. Her arms wrapped tightly around her body, as she began to miss her jacket laying somewhere inside the club.

Noticing her discomfort Jungkook’s eyes flicker with concern. “My car is parked out back.” 

“Lead the way,” 

Minutes passed, the silence stretching, as Jungkook struggled to find the right words. The weight of his past actions hung heavily in the air, and he could feel her guarded gaze fixed upon him. The music from the club thumped in the distance, a constant reminder of the chaos that existed just moments ago. With a deep breath, Jungkook finally mustered the courage to break the silence, ready to face the consequences of his past and make amends for the hurt he had caused.

Jungkook mustered the strength to utter the words he had longed to say, his voice laced with genuine remorse, "I'm sorry." However, as the confession left his lips, he felt his throat constrict with an overwhelming mix of emotions. His mind raced, searching for the right words to continue, but he found himself at a loss.

The cold air seemed to hang still, magnifying the weight of the moment. Carolina had hoped for more than a simple apology, looking for a deeper understanding and an explanation for the way things had been left between them. Yet, as the seconds ticked by, she sensed his hesitation and the struggle within him wouldn’t allow him to continue.

Her patience began to waver, and her face portrayed a mix of confusion, frustration, and hurt. The harsh reality of the situation settled upon her shoulders, and she wrestled with a turmoil of conflicting thoughts. Her first reaction would be to leave the car immediately. She had long been disappointed by Jungkook and his actions. Adding yet another memory to that wouldn’t break her. Yet, it didn’t feel right. It felt like she should fight, and scold him even, as she craved to know the reasons behind his behavior months ago.

Caught in the tense silence, the girl's emotions swirled within her, her eyes darting between Jungkook's troubled face and the darkness that engulfed them. The cold seeped deeper into her, both a physical discomfort and a metaphorical reminder of the distance that separated them. At that moment, she stood at a crossroads, unsure of which path to take.

As she dangled on the precipice of a decision, her eyes locked with Jungkook's. A surge of raw emotion coursed through him, and at that moment, without warning, Jungkook's hesitations vanished.

In an impulsive act of desperation and longing, he closed the distance between them. With a swift motion, he moved forward, capturing her lips. Time seemed to stand still as their mouths melded together, her heartbreak momentarily forgotten. Their connection ignited, fueled by the intensity of their shared memory in that same car.

Their lips moved fervently against each other. The coldness of the night faded into the background, replaced by the heat of their intertwined bodies. Their embrace grew tighter, hands exploring each other's contours with a mixture of urgency and tenderness.

Every touch, every brush of their lips, spoke volumes that words had failed to convey. It was a moment of surrender, a bittersweet collision. The weight of their unspoken conversations hung in the air.

But just as their connection deepened, a sudden interruption shattered the moment. 

The sound of the car door opening behind them broke through the haze. Startled, Jungkook and Carolina pulled apart, their eyes widening in surprise. Their hearts raced as they turned to see Jin—a mischievous grin spread across their face—climbing into the backseat of the car.

“Please, pretend I’m not here.” The oldest speaks. The way he drags his words shows how drunk he is. 

Their faces flushed with embarrassment, they fumbled to regain their composure. Awkward laughter filled the air. They exchanged hurried glances, their expressions a mix of flustered amusement and lingering longing.

Trying to steady his racing heart, Jungkook searches for Carolina’s eyes. Their stolen moment of intimacy had been abruptly cut short, and they now found themselves wrestling with the unexpected intrusion.

“I’m Jin, by the way.” The drunk lunches forward, hand reaching out to the girl. 

“Not that nice to meet you, Jin.” She reluctantly shakes his hand, before grabbing her purse from the floor and making her escape, hurried footsteps echoing in the night. 

Jungkook's heart sinks as he watches her, his mind racing to process what had just happened. Without a moment's hesitation, he rushes after her, desperately seeking clarity amidst the chaos.

“Cee! Wait, please!” He calls out, voice screaming with urgency. 

“We’re not doing this again.” She turns around, voice trembling and he searches her eyes for answers, his own filled with a mix of confusion and longing.

“This is insane…” He whispers. “Please give me a chance to explain.” 

“I’ve got to go.” He notices how her face goes blank, eyes suddenly boring with their conversation. 

"No, wait—" She can't help but notice how he constantly keeps on changing his weight from one foot to the other. "I really want to—" 

"I'm leaving," She interrupts with a tighter grip around her purse.

“I’ll call you tomorrow, then.” He reaches for her hand. She takes a step back, a mixture of uncertainty and fear clouding her judgment. “Alright?” 

Reluctantly, Jungkook released his grip, watching her retreat into the night. As he turned back towards the car, he was met with Jin, passed out in the backseat, completely oblivious to the emotional turmoil that had unfolded. Frustration welled up within Jungkook and with a heavy sigh, he settled behind the wheel, uncertainty gnawing at his thoughts as he drove home. 

Jungkook woke to a day devoid of purpose. The weight of unfinished tasks hung heavy in his mind and yet he couldn't muster the motivation to face them. Instead, he decided to choose the solace of his dimly lit apartment, seeking refuge from the outside world. 

The morning sunlight timidly filtered through the curtains, casting faint shadows on the cluttered room, a live representation of the disarray his mind was in. 

He had a lot to do. Yet, there was no sense of obligation in the tasks at hand so, as the day wore on, frustration slowly coiled around Jungkook's soul. 

His mind kept on drifting back to the previous day. His body felt exhausted and he still felt bitter about the mess Jin had dragged him into. A deep sigh escaped his lips as he replayed snippets of the gig, wondering how he had let himself be trapped in such a situation.

Truly, Jungkook welcomed the frustrated thoughts as a different memory kept on tugging at his heartstrings. The vivid recollection of Carolina yet again in his car. He felt intoxicated by her as if he was under the influence and unable to form a coherent line of thought when it came to her. 

Afraid and uncertain, he kept on delaying the promised phone call. Until the sun had begun to set and he forced himself to—at least once—act upon his word.

The silence of his phone echoed the emptiness in his heart as Jungkook dialed Carolina's number. But she didn't answer, and his unease deepened. He longed to discuss their unresolved issues, seeking a chance to mend the fractures in their connection while at the same time hoping she wouldn't pick up, unsure that he would be able to have the conversation over the phone. With each unanswered call, his anxiety grew, pushing him to make a decision.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the world in shades of twilight, Jungkook's determination reached its peak. With momentaneous courage, he pocketed his phone and stepped outside, his footsteps echoing against the pavement as he made his way to his car. His destination was clear—a green apartment building. 

The glow of streetlights cast a hazy aura around him as he neared Carolina's residence, his heart kept pounding in anticipation. The night sky mirrored his apprehension, stars twinkling like distant flickers of hope. 

With each step toward the building's entrance, Jungkook's confidence solidified, determined to confront the uncertainties that had plagued him for too long. His heart pounded with a mix of relief and trepidation as he scanned the rows of mailboxes outside the complex. His eyes darted from one name to another, searching for the name of the girl that made it hard to breathe. 

Fingers trembling, he clutched his phone tightly, contemplating whether to make one final attempt to reach her before pressing the bell.

Just as he was about to give up and resign himself to leaving empty-handed, his gaze settled on her name, neatly printed on a small metal plate. He pressed the last digit of her phone number one final time as his finger hovered over the bell, ready to announce his presence.

As the ringing echoed through the receiver, Jungkook's heart thudded with each passing second. One ring, two rings... his anxiety threatened to consume him. But just when he thought he would be swallowed by the silence, a faint voice broke through the void.

"What?" 

He opened his mouth for a brief second, closing it right after as he craved his nails on the palm of his hand. A rush of emotions flooded his body. 

"Hello?" Carolina made herself heard once more. 

"I'm outside," His breath sounded shaky and he hoped she couldn't notice it; or at least that she would attribute it to the cold outside and not his nervous heart. 

"Outside?" She trailed, her voice laced with confusion. 

"I'm outside your building. We should talk." 

She went silent for a while and Jungkook felt like his heart was trying to climb his throat, an attempt to escape the situation his brain had put him in. 

"3C." 

The phone cries as the call ends and Jungkook is startled by the sudden buzz coming from the door beside him. He ascends the stairs to the third floor, anticipation mingling with curiosity heightening his senses. As he reached her floor and approached the door adorned with the letter C, he took a deep breath, preparing himself for what lay beyond.

He knocks lightly and Carolina swings open the door, revealing herself to Jungkook in a state of casual allure. She was quite the sight.

She's wearing sweatpants and her hair cascades around her features like a lion's mane, wild and untamed. Yet, there's a heaviness in her eyes, devoid of the usual spark of happiness. With a mere gesture, she commands him to enter. 

Upon entering, he found himself immersed in a unique blend of minimalism and chaos. Carolina's love for color was evident in every corner of the room. Vibrant artwork adorned the walls, injecting life into the otherwise serene atmosphere. 

Amidst the vibrant hues, traces of Carolina's minimalistic tendencies peeked through. The furniture was simple yet functional, carefully chosen to maximize space. Clutter was kept at bay, although occasional hints of disarray whispered of a mind too restless to fully embrace tidiness. The sight tugs a smile from Jungkook's lips as he recalls her desk at Cloud9. 

His gaze fell upon a comfortable sofa, draped with a mismatched assortment of throw pillows in various shades. A cozy blanket was haphazardly thrown over one armrest. The air hummed with a hint of creativity as if the very essence of her artistic soul permeated the room. His eyes follow her, as she settles onto the couch, the pillows embracing her form as she sank into the softness. 

As Jungkook stood, his nerves coursing through him, she waited rather impatient, her stoic expression holding an air of anticipation. The silence hung heavy in the room, urging him to break it, yet his words remained trapped within. A mix of longing and uncertainty flickered in his eyes as he searched for the right words, desperate to close the gap that had formed between them.

"Cat got your tongue?" Carolina's apathetic demeanor heightened the suspense, leaving Jungkook yearning for a glimmer of understanding, a crack in the facade. In that charged atmosphere, the stage was set for a pivotal moment, a conversation that held the potential to mend their fractured bond or shatter it irreparably.

[ chapter 4 ]

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[degenrcy]

only i can hurt you (chapter 2)

same warnings as last one but with more highlight on the ed part of the relationship! 

you two were out grocery shopping for the league with a whopping budget of barely 120 dollars. it was getting hot out, summer not just rolling but suddenly jumping you from around the corner with multiple day long heat waves predicted for the next 2 weeks. this meant no one wants to smoke drugs in a non-air-conditioned in an already heated car. this meant dabi and shigaraki weren't making much on their deals. this meant 120 dollars for groceries. for a house full of adults.

minus you two of course. "it's perfect tomu, we don't have enough for all of us so me and you can just... not eat for a little. nothing we can't handle, right tomu?" you clung to his skeletal form, instinctually running your hands up and down the length and wrapping your fingers around different parts of his arm. it was self-soothing yet a burdening reminder you two were only centimeters apart when it came to gaps and circumfrences of limbs and calories and weight and food and disgust and fat and-

"don't call me that in public. good idea i guess," he sighed, then motioned to the shelves of the current aisle you were in. "but look. we buy two packs for 12 dollars and we can get another THREE for free. i can be set for like, 2 weeks more if we invest in this."

you scowled, tugging him away into a different aisle. shigaraki was addicted to every diet soda out there, making it his mission to try every flavor before he dies as if he has 3 months left to live. full sugar soda was his vice when you two first met, cliche mountain dew drinking gamer with fast food bags inside more fast food bags inside grocery store plastic bags- he was disgusting. his teeth were nothing short of rotting and yellowed. but he was skinny. unintentionally omad-ing a burger and fries with a bunch of soda to wash it down after going days with either snacks and energy drinks or nothing at all when he was grinding out gameplays. you had grown up trying every sort of diet and eating all types of food but god has cursed women for eternity and blessed shigaraki tomura and every other male you've known with statistic-breaking metabolisms and simple cravings.

the only thing that ever worked for you was him. someone else's force. him forcing you to not eat by keeping you in his room for days. forcing you to purge those fries you got because can you imagine how much fat is actually in there? they don't weigh your food out, and look, all the fries are different sizes. the calories aren't gonna be accurate, you know that. it was fun to eat, but now all that salt is gonna make you look fat. actually, be fat. you're fat. go to the fucking bathroom and get that disgusting shit out of your stomach before you get fatter. by making you feel so horrible about yourself, you couldn't even stomach the thought of eating anything with sustenance.

you tossed a couple boxes of gauze and this really good disinfectant cream you two use, a lot, in the cart. sometimes he cuts you- one for every extra piece of food over your limit, every pound gained or not lost within acceptance, for even suggesting eating. how else would you have learned without him? without shigaraki's love and dedication to you, you'd be lost. and fat.

you tossed in some of toga's requested items- this new organic ramen cup rip off that was 2 dollars more expensive than being normal. a new pack of razors- but in an artistic way. toga likes to make art pieces with razors. and blood. who's blood? no one asked. everyone knew. some fruit went in the cart that everyone could enjoy. a lot of sale-priced store brand microwavable foods followed. cucumbers and pickles were the only vegetables you and shigaraki could handle. salad was to expensive. the biggest budget-denter was all of jin's mass amounts of protein. chicken, turkey, protein bars, protein powder, protein drinks, shit you guys didn't have money for anyways. you could only buy a nice pack of chicken for him. some tofu for dinner and broth.

"he can buy the rest with his gym-guy money. we don't owe him." you tugged on shigaraki's hoodie again, and he jerked his shoulder away from you. you gripped his forearm, and he frowned. haha, shigaraki, you can't hurt women in public.

by the time you guys got home, everyone was there.

"when the fuck did we all get days off, huh?" shigaraki yelled as he entered the house with two packs of strawberry flavored diet coke. he won that argument, judging by the three shakily stacked up in your arms. dabi got up from his permanent spot on the couch and the smoke around him twisted and curled until it reached the open door. they dapped eachother up, as boys do, dabi handing off the blunt without missing a beat to your boyfriend and showing him something on that god-forsaken beat up iphone 7. you couldn't really tell what was going on, didn't care much, just focused on bringing in the last few bags. you heard some expressions of disbelief, some anger, some laughing.

"i gotta kill her." dabi was saying as you put the final bag down, taking a few moments to catch your breath. you felt like you were gonna pass out.

"shit, i'd kill mine too if she did that." they were both leaning against the wall now, you could tell they were trying to inconspicuously get to the couch to knock out.

"shiiiiit," dabi ashed the blunt on the floor, then pointed to shigaraki with it. "you'd kill yours for breathing too fat."

there was an awkward moment of silence for you, followed by the two guys laughing their asses off and shigaraki not disagreeing.

"hey," you panted. "can you help clean out the cabinents?"

they looked at your hunched over form, hands on your knees, panting like a dog. and laughed at you. dabi slapping his thighs while he died of laughter and shigaraki stomping his boots against the floor, also laughing, also driving the ash further into the grains of the wood.

"gotta kill you now, y/n. out of breath over one set of stairs." he shook his head, giving one last hit to the blunt before letting dabi finish it. "fat bitch. clean this place up yourself." he spat, pulling off his hoodie after carefully peeling it away from his arms. your eyes started to well with tears, stinging. you pulled off your own hoodie, setting it on the couch and getting to work. you had thirty minutes left till your fast was over, it was enough time to clean out the old food from the kitchen and organize all the new stuff. enough time to get some wet paper and clean the floors. (what's a swiffer?) enough time to think about how hungry you were while staring in the fridge absentmindedly. fat bitch. enough time to chug a glass of tap water and physically shake your head free of food thoughts. dog.

you held the warm mug of soup in your hands, always cold and shaking. now recently added, veins sticking out more. it made you want to slice up your hands and fingers. you sighed, swirling the soup around with your spoon. you wish you could put bread in the soup, or maybe have a bowls worth and not just a cup. it wasn't on the plan shig had you on though, and it probably would never be. you gave up bread months ago, along with things like cereal and any soda at all. however sugar was always the hardest part, going strong for a month or two then ultimately binging on a whole candy bar one of the roommates gave you.

shigaraki comforted you that day, holding you in his arms. "i know it sucks you ate all that candy. you've been doing good so far, and i'm disappointed, but it could be worse. just make sure you're back on track tomorrow like you have been." he kissed the top of your head. "they never offer me candy or their food, you know."

"...what?" you lifted your head to look at him, clutching onto him tighter.

"yeah," he nodded. you felt like a little kid listening to his story. "i think it's because you're almost bmi 19, finally, but don't look any different from when you first were starting to lose weight. i mean, look at me babe. would you ever offer someone like me something so depraving as chocolate?"

your lip trembled.

"they know what i am. they can already tell i don't need it, that i won't take it from them. you know why?"

"cuz' your so skinny." you sniffled, trying to hide in his sleeve. he nodded again.

"and they all know you're the fat girl that they can buy a hershey bar for. that they can share their food with and you'll finish it for them. is that what you want?"

"...nooo!" you cried out, tears dripping down your cheeks. he kissed them, pink and hot from the shame of being his fat girlfriend.

"good... fix it then."

you were now barely bmi 17, and your boyfriend was nearing 15. you cried every time you thought about it, which was everyday. every gash on your arm for all the binges and regret and disgust and hatred and anger and all those gross feelings you got about being alive were imprinted on you forever now. you wanted thin forever, you wanted to be beautiful for your boyfriend forever, even if it wasn't gonna be shigaraki. you saw how amazing jin treats his women before his next episode, toga's insanely strong adoration for the same person she's been on about for years- yet her ability to do it for her current partner anyways. how dabi sleazes up girls at parties to be his customers and in his bed by the morning. even some of shigaraki's cut-off family seems nicer than what he's ever told you. they speak fancy and dress nice, they're rich. they pay the rent here for shigaraki and his 'friends', he was a rich boy living the poor life.

"you have money shigaraki, we could buy a new car or fix the fucking washer if you just called your stupid fucking uncle!" you were arguing again, not really remembering what really started it. the missed car payment might've been it, but no one really cared about paying off a car you guys bought for like 5k- oh, then wanting a new one, you were caught up now. "we could maybe have a kitchen, with, you know, real food!"

he scoffed.

"what?!"

"always thinking about food," he rolled his eyes. "even if i did get more money from them, i'm sure you'd waste all my gas money on driving to food spots. spend all the water in the washer washing away the grease and food stains from your clothes. your clothes, which go up in size," he got closer to you, back against the wall. "if i called my stupid-" his fist collided with the wall, actually breaking through it. it crumbled and fell in small pieces on your shoulder and to the floor, you flinched but didn't dare to scream. "-fucking uncle. for more money. you'd just spend it on filling up the kitchen, with real food. is that what you're telling me?"

he was in your face, seething. eyebrows pinched tightly, looking into your sunken eyes. you shrugged. he smacked you.

"you don't eat shit unless i tell you to." he grabbed your jaw, forcing you straight, then smacked you again. with similar force that he gave the wall apparently, knocking you to his feet and oh shit you were actually seeing stars. his boot pressed between your shoulders, holding you on the floor. "lay here while i make jin his retarded fucking pre-workout. if you get up, i'll kill you."

you sobbed as quietly as you could into your arms, phone buzzing in your pocket. the fast was over. you had 2 hours to eat. start with something light, maybe a cup of soup. some fruit for fiber, or something. uh, maybe tomu will make you some of his good tofu... takes too long though, it'll be 7 by then, and you don't eat past 7. you lay there. even after tomu walked by you, even after he came back to tell you to get up, even when he kicked you.

you felt small as he picked you up, grumbling and cursing, setting you down into his bed. he rubbed your head, down your spine, over your hip bones. he pushed you flat on the bed, running his fingers up over your flattened stomach and feeling up your ribs. he kissed your collarbones, each side, then your forehead. "just a few more." he whispered to you as you whined. few more pounds, okay. few more hours, okay. whatever tomura wanted, you would gladly do. you love hurting yourself, but he does all the work for you. you loved losing the weight, loved the perfect scars, loved the feelings that weren't complete distain so it surely meant they were good-feelings.

you loved tomura.

[revlischarm]

Howdy! I've been dying to know I'd anybody has recognized Morro's cursed eye marks in your LMK au, and what their reactions are!

This is genuinely such a cool concept, and I love the art you made for it!

Honestly I keep legitimately forgetting which stuff I’ve posted about the au and which stuff I still have stuffed away in my notes. Because I feel like I have everything out here but I can’t remember? Uhhhh

Okay so while the marks would definitely give him away to certain people, it’s moreso that Morro has a kinda vibe around him that powerful beings can pick up on. The really enlightened or well-versed ones can pinpoint specifically what his deal is (and by that I very, very specifically mean the fact that he’s died before), while the vast majority of them would only be able to pick up on Morro giving off weird vibes.

Morro is similar to Macaque in that he gives off slight dead vibes, except Morro’s is increased, due to him having such heavy involvement with the afterlife and being a ghost and departed and stuff.

The markings give him away as a Cursed spirit specifically, however it’s not a major blaring red flag like Morro thinks it is here; in Ninjago, it’s different and much more widely recognized, but in the LMK universe only a select portion of people can recognize those markings right off the bat like that.

Not super powerful beings will just get a faint weird vibe from Morro but can’t really pinpoint what it is, and honestly, would rarely be able to realize that they’re noticing anything different at all. More powerful beings can detect that he’s got something going on, and that he reeks of death and the afterlife, but won’t always make the connection that Morro has actually died in the past and was resurrected. Last tier is that some beings would be able to pinpoint specifically that Morro used to be a spirit, departed from the realm of the living, etc, etc. That he died before. And add onto that that he used to be a malicious spirit, aka his soul was kinda condemned.

It has levels to it and I know I’m rambling sorry lol.

Low-level demons like Jin and Yin, or the spider demons, would just get weird vibes from him. Nothing super noticeable. Spider Queen, PIF, DBK—they would definitely be able to tell that Morro reeks of death. Red Son can tell too, they just. Don’t make that connection lmao. He doesn’t care enough to and I love them for it.

Now Wukong can absolutely tell that Morro used to be dead, he just has the decency not to say shit until the amnesia episode at least, heh heh. LBD and the Mayor can 100% tell that Morro used to be dead and even a Cursed soul. Macaque can tell that Morro used to be dead, but can’t sense the Cursed bit super well. Nezha can also totally tell that Morro was a former damned spirit.

MK…MK is a unique situation in that I’m sure he’d be able to tell that Morro used to be dead and all that, however he also can’t? Only because he doesn’t really know what to look for to begin with. So he can’t exactly sense some weird vibe he isn’t even familiar with.

And we all already know MK isn’t always the best when it comes to noticing things, haha.

Tang actually gets a bit suspicious when Morro’s markings are revealed in season 3! But not because of recognizing them, moreso of the fact that Morro hid them on purpose and that they kinda look…sinister in appearance. That’s it.

Pigsy and Sandy deadass just think it’s some kind of birthmark at first I kid you not

Mei doesn’t ask because she wouldn’t care what the markings meant, it wouldn’t change her friendship with Morro. They’re just some cool looking marks to her, she doesn’t press Morro for details and would not care either way. I love her dearly.

MK straight up just doesn’t notice for a while, they just think that it’s some new makeup or something

Uhhhh idk if I’m forgetting anyone in my list but yeah

[add1ctedt0you]

1, 5 and 15?

Ask game

1) list 3 positive things about your current fandom(s)

My mutuals (I won't survive without you all <3)

Great gifs/arts (really, how do you all make them?? I love to stare at wonderful gifs/arts sometimes!)

Wonderful fanfictions (again, how do you all write them? Some wonderful fics out there make my days!)

5) something you see in fics a lot and love

Mmm, aroace feelings' representation and parent & child relationships! Like, I love to explore always different flavors of aroace' feelings! And the parents & child relationships- I am cursed to be weak for them! In mdzs is even more interesting, because everything is so messed up/intertwined with duty!

15) the character that always makes you smile

JIN LING

He's literally the BEST. I was tapping that I love him the most, but it's untrue, because jiang cheng loves jin ling as no one else lol. Anyways, jin ling is the bravest, most determined, tofu-heart kid! His arc is the heart of the story! How can't you smile thinking about this little kid, who will defend both of his terrible uncles-dads, and who breaks the circle and moves on? I LOVE HIM!

Anyway, thank you for the ask<3

[tomatoscribbles]

Hello Tomato, i'm a huge fan of tekken too and I love your art. Just had a funny image all of a sudden... If they say Mishima father and son ate always in conflict... What happens if Jin have been a girl and is more of a Kazama? Would the Mishima curse be broken? And would that be a loophole for the father-son generation hate if Jin's a girl? *insert hrm emoji*

thank you! im actually a relatively new fan myself, i only stuck my head in around may of last year, and it wasnt until early december that i actually got rly invested (by total accident sdfjkdn)

i would have to argue that no, Jin being a girl wouldn't change much story wise. im referencing tk6 here, but its only said that "its the fate of [the Mishima family] to fight and betray each other," with no reference to fathers/sons in particular. i dont think Kazuya is shallow enough to treat Jin entirely differently if he were female, even if some perceptions would probably be different (seeing less of himself in him, immediate more resemblance to jun, etc).

the only thing i think it would REALLY change is fan perception of the character. i imagine that a female character taking the lead in the franchise would have caused more upset upon tk3's release, just because of the kind of community it is. she would definitely be more sexualized (like all the female characters in tekken :) ), and fans would be much harsher on her actions (tk6 in particular). im not usually so cynical about this kind of thing, but in this circle in particular, ive seen enough to know that im likely right sdjfksdf. then again a lot of people love Nina, but id rather they not have another sexy lady character for boys to simp over

it WOULD be cool to have a female led, big dog fighting series, but in this case i dont think it would change the story

[sinelanguage]

K, N, T?

K - What character has your favorite development arc/the best development arc?

oh boy I'm adding a couple here:

Recently, Robin from One Piece!!! her arc is just so good, I love how she's set up initially as a villain, and how she decides herself to join the crew because she is Unfortunately, Still Alive, to growing with them and wanting to live again. it's really good, and avoids a lot of villain-turned-hero tropes I'd typically expect.

Jin from Xenoblade 2 is like, one of the rare cases I was really got good by a tragic white-haired anime boy, which is typically overwrought to me. But it's paired with his relationship with the other main villain Malos, where they just have this terrible feedback loop of negativity that leads to self-destruction. very 'hand in unloveable hand.' it's a fun tragedy what can I say

Lillie from Pokemon Sun/Moon is still a character I'm really fond of. She has a very simple arc, but it's very sweet and I love it all the same

N - Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice).

hahahah uhhhhhh I'll list two for One Piece, and one for Fire Emblem:

One Piece: generally was kind of surprised there isn't like, rare pair fic for Nami and like every woman she interacts with lol. I had to canonize the Nami/Lola tag for a like, 200 word moment in a 5 things fic. it felt tragic

One Piece: i read a lot of one piece fic and I think it could be funnier LOL. or at least-- there's specific character beats I find funny about the cast that I don't see replicated nearly enough in fic. I say this as advice to myself as I write like, demure character studies. humor in fan art though is typically top tier.

Fire Emblem: more canon divergence!! though this may be a me problem. I don't seek out FE fic super often, and when I do it's at game release, which isn't the best time for finding canon divergence stuff.

all of these are very much 'be the change u want to be' eventually I guess.

T Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending? 

a legacy one from Voltron: I'll still take it to the grave that Lance doesn't curse. I don't know why this was so damn important to me but it still is.

[crystalsamethyst]

Ch 2/3

My lunch is cooling so I peeked a bit more, turned the page, and there he is. A picture of such a pretty boy. I love the art in all the mxtx books so far, it's just so gorgeous.

On to chapter 3!

What a spoiled donkey holy lol you'd think he was a cursed nobleman or something refusing to- WAIT IS HE IN A KUZCO SITUATION?? That would be hilarious.

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Bro you come back to learn that everyome who killed you made your inventions mainstream in the world that claimed to hate them? Haters and posers. All of them. Right? (No idea what poser actually means btw)

"He had a Wei of starting conflict-" a fucking pun? In my serious political book about eventual gay sex?

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WWX on seeing this Jin clan kid: 🤑🤑🤑

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WHAT?? SOME GUY FUCKING DIED DURING AN ORGY BECAUSE HE UNDERESTIMATED HIS VITALITY??? Are you sure *this* isn't the biggest MXTX comedy? Because I'm laughing pretty fucking hard.

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So many names. So many naaames. It still took me a while to get them down when I read tgcf even after watching the show a hundred times. Will I remember everyone here? Absolutely not..

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Ok I have to say this is reminding me a lot of Ghost Hunt and I love it. Even this case is a little similar so far to one of the ones in there and I'm like ☺️☺️

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Honey you gambled on flirting at the wrong person and lost. Have fun with your new boyfriend taking you home to (re)meet the fam ❤️

MDZS Ch 2

WWX: Why was I summoned? I was done with this garbage! And now I'm being treated like garbage, tf? Do you know who I am???

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The forehead sash represents self-restraint..... from what I know about the other guy......

'Forehead sash stays on during sex' ironically I'm sure 🤣🤣🤣

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He's just having a good time being allowed to be unhinged. Mood.

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Ok I'm actually really enjoying this so far. WWX is a blast and he's my son now. Just solving mysteries and being like oh? Undead? Mine now! Love it.

Wow WHAT a necromancer. I kind of want to make a dnd character out of him. I don't know much yet but like even this is just really cool.

I'm not getting through this very fast because work is actually a little more work today but I'll probably do more after my lunch break!

[raplinesmoon]

the way home

what happens on your way home from date night?

pairing: bts x reader genre(s): fluff au(s): established relationship au word count: 1.8k warnings: none, just softness rating: g

a/n: this was inspired by me, as a very single girl in a big city, having no one to get up to trouble with on my way home from going out. i passed by one of those flower stands and bought a boquet, and it made me think of these short drabbles.

namjoon

The autumn leaves crunched under your heels as you and Namjoon walk side by side, his arm wrapping tight around your waist to shield you from the crisp chill in the air. The gallery opening had you buzzing with excitement all evening, Namjoon and you slack-jawed over the various pieces, studying and marveling over them together. Eventually though, your eyelids had begun to droop, and Namjoon knew it was time to go home. And so, the two of you set off on the not-long, but not short either walk through the city streets, the promise of a warm bed fueling your desire to stay awake.

As you walk, Namjoon chatters along, doing his best to keep your fatigue at bay. He points to every house, waves at every dog, and stares into every storefront, until one of them makes him stop in his tracks. 

It was a bookshop, towers of books peeking at you from behind the window, the dim light indicating they were still open for business art this late hour. 

“Namjoon,” you yawn sleepily, hoping he’ll take the hint.

“___-ah, please,” Namjoon pouts, giving you a show of his dimples.

 The two of you stumble in, browsing through the impressive selection, sharing input on the latest picks you want to take home.

Eventually, the two of you bid goodbye to the kind owner, arms a little heavier, and pockets a little lighter, excited for the promise of some quality reading time before you fall asleep.

seokjin

“Arghhh,” Seokjin groans, rubbing a hand across his stomach. “I’m so full I don’t even want to think about food for another three days.”

You chuckle at his dramatic reactions, swatting him on the arm, and he yelps. The two of you had gone all out for some Korean barbeque, Seokjin insisting that you had to eat enough to “get your money’s worth”. You just hoped it wouldn’t come back to bite you later. 

“Liar, we both know you’re already thinking about breakfast tomorrow,” you tease him, loving the way his ears turn red.

His walk slows down all of a sudden, his eyes glinting with mischief as he catches sight of something. Following his gaze, your eyes widen and your stomach sinks when you see the sign in the ice cream shop window.

“Lovers’ Sundae for two,” it reads. “Any couple to finish in less than ten minutes wins a prize!”

“Jin, no,” you barely have enough time to protest before he’s dragging you inside.

. . . 

One gigantic sundae later, and the two of you are giggling, laughter bouncing off the walls, doomed to crash from the inevitable sugar high that’s befallen you. The restaurant staff had gathered around to cheer your efforts as you took the massive dessert down bite by bite, hollering with applause when the metal of your spoons met the bottom of the bowl.

“I hope we don’t regret doing this for the prize tomorrow morning,” you groan.

Jin takes your hand in his, smiling at you from across the table.

“I already won before we even started. I got you, didn’t I?”

yoongi

Yoongi yawns, his mouth stretching wide like a cat’s as he stretches, and you rub soothing circles across his back. The concert had gone on longer than you’d expected, and you internally curse yourself for keeping him up late when you knew he had upcoming deadlines. 

If he was mad at you, Yoongi didn’t show it, pulling you against his chest as the two of you walked through the subway station, hurrying along so you wouldn’t miss your ride home. His warm arms instantly made you feel safer among the hectic crowd, your heart finally at ease.

Suddenly, you come to a halt, Yoongi crashing into you as he stops, taking in the lilting tune of a song that has begun to echo across the tracks. You barely have time to say anything before Yoongi sets off, you in tow as the train that you were supposed to be on thundered into the station. Your mouth opens in surprise, but you follow him to the source of the music.

It’s a young violinist, caught in a passionate rendition of one of the very songs you’d heard tonight. Their fingers flit effortlessly across the strings, the notes melding into a seamless harmony, and you find yourself bopping along. Beside you, Yoongi goes completely still, his feline eyes surveying the musician curiously.

As the song comes to an end, you barely catch wind of Yoongi moving beside you, before he drops a hefty tip into their instrument case, the violinist’s eyes widening in shock at the generous gesture. 

Yoongi says nothing, giving them a smile and a wave, before grabbing your hand in his, leading you back towards the platform.

“C’mon, let’s go home.”

hoseok

“God Hobi, my feet hurt,” you whine, your lower lip trembling as you limp down the sidewalk in your heels, Hoseok offering you a steady arm to lean against.

Your feet feel like they’ve been rubbed raw, blisters forming on your heels, and you resist the urge to let a few tears escape. You didn’t want him to feel bad. The dance lesson had been harder than you expected, but Hoseok’s smile had made it all worth it, shining brightly in the dimly lit room as he twirled you in his arms. 

Hoseok had wanted to hit the club after, his feet ready for more, but you’d begged against it. Except now the guilt was setting in as the two of you traversed the short distance home down a couple of streets.

Suddenly Hoseok comes to a stop.

“Give me your shoes,” he says, slipping out of his own dress shoes and picking them up, offering them to you.

“Hobi, I can’t,” you argue, but he listens to none of it, quietly bending down to slip the heels off and his own shoes on, triple knotting the laces so they won’t slide off your feet.

“What about you?” you ask curiously, guffawing when you see him slip the heels on, the sparkly straps a stark foil to his sophisticated suit.

“If you can handle dancing in these for me, I think I can handle the five-minute walk up to the apartment,” he laughs, his amusement echoing into the night air as he leads you home. When you reach upstairs, he slips the shoes off your feet.

“I know we said no more dancing for tonight, but how about we twirl into bed together?”

jimin

“Park Jimin, for the last time, I said no way!” your face turns red as you scream at your boyfriend, his pouty lips making you instantly feel guilty for raising your voice.

You didn’t even want to think about how much money he’d spent tonight, from the fancy restaurant to the expensive limo, and now he wanted to spoil you even more? Your conscience was unable to handle his kindness, always wishing you could do something in return.

“___, come on, please it’d look so good on you,” he whines, gesturing to the red dress in the store window. “We should just try it on.”

“I don’t know,” you hesitate, but he’s already walking inside. You trail along after him, the sales assistant flocking to you and squealing in excitement as Jimin points to the dress from the window. What happened to going home and watching cartoons?

Before you can even protest, you’re ushered into the changing room, the curtains swishing behind you as you come face to face with the dress. It really was beautiful. Trying it on wouldn’t hurt, right?

You step out shyly from behind the curtain, Jimin’s jaw dropping when he sees you in the red fabric. 

“We’ll take it,” he tells the cashier immediately, and you blush when he shoots you a wink.

You fiddle with your thumbs nervously, only for him to come up to you and press a kiss to your cheek.

“I know what you’re going to say, but just let me spoil you, okay? Date night is for you to feel special, and it’s not over just yet.”

taehyung

“Tae, it’s getting late,” you tap your foot impatiently, wondering why he’s deviated from your usual route to the bus stop. It was a busy night, the fireworks drawing an endless crowd, and you wanted nothing more than to be curled up against him on the couch right now.

“I knew I saw it somewhere around here,” Taehyung mumbles, eyes focused on the road ahea, barely casting you a second glance. You frown. What could be so important that he’d forget Yeontan waiting for him at home?

You walk down a couple more shady streets, the darkness causing you to lean into Taehyung’s chest, before you hear an “aha!” and you gasp.

Flowers. Tons of them. The two of you have come to a stop outside one of the plentiful streetside flower stalls, the fresh scent of the blooms permeating your nostrils.

“Ahhh Taehyung-ssi,” the old woman running the stall beams at him. “So good to see you again. And I see you brought someone with you this time.”

The woman smiles at you, and Taehyung brings you towards the stall.

“Pick any of them,” he gestures to the spread, and you feel your heart blossom with love for him. 

You don’t know how long the two of you spend staring at the flowers, feeling each petal in between your fingertips, but by the end, you’re carrying a bouquet the size of your head, filled with an assortment of colors and fragrances.

“Aren’t you glad we stopped by now?” Taaehyung smirks, taking one of the flowers to tuck behind your ear.

All you can do is smile.

jungkook

You’re lost. The two of you are lost and Jungkook knows it. You know it too, but you hold it in. It hadn’t been his fault. The two of you had wandered in the wrong direction after catching the latest superhero flick at the theatre, and now you were paying the price.

While you’d been ready to chew Jungkook out, you knew it wasn’t his fault. In fact, as the streets got darker and more ominous, you were thankful for his presence beside you, making you feel protected. 

“My phone died,” Jungkook curses under his breath. “We’ll just have to retrace our steps.”

He slings an arm around your shoulder, and the two of you carefully make sure to walk back the exact path you came. Except halfway through, Jungkook gets distracted, leaving your side to run inside an empty park.

“Jungkook, are you for real,” you groan, but stop when you hear him howl with laughter, using his muscular arms to launch himself onto the monkey bars.

“C’mere!” he waves you over, and you break out into a grin, jogging towards him. The two of you take turns going down the slide, Jungkook daring you to go on your back, while you push him to go on his belly.

The two of you giggle in a race on the swings, pushing to see who’ll go the highest, and before you know it, the nighttime sky has made way to the dawn, hues of pink and purple breaking through the inky blue. 

Yawning, Jungkook reaches for your hand, and you give him a yawn back.

“Now we can find our way home.”

A/N pt. Thanks for reading! As always, any feedback or comments are much appreciated, but I appreciate you all anyway. Lots of love, Isi 💜

[norel-ravenclaw]

21st Century Time Travel Headcanons

Fandom: Ikemen Prince (otome game)

Featured characters: All

Genre: Shenanigans and Chaos

Rating: sfw

Word count: 555

Description: These are my thoughts and opinions on what they might do, what are your thoughts?

WARNINGS: | none? | mxw |

Clavis - He walks around writing down all the amazing tech and medicine to research and take back to recreate in Rhodolite. Bicycles? Bicycles. (Also up all night watching prank videos)

Chevalier - SOMEONE TAKE THIS MAN TO A BARNES & NOBLE. The Kindle app is a must.

Nokto, Licht, Gilbert, Clavis, Yves, (and one time) Sariel - Mistaken as cosplayers. Varying responses ensue.

Keith, Sariel, Licht, Yves, Rio, Luke, Chev - Love quiet hours traveling by train in the countryside. Reading, watching you sleep on their shoulder…

Clavis, Gilbert, Jin, Leon, Silvio, Nokto - Enjoy the chaos, energy, and challenge of traveling densely packed cities. It feels like an adventure.

The Bros - modern sports? sports cars? motorcycles? music and dancing? Enthralled.

Licht & Yves - Go to a concert hall and are astounded by the grandeur and new feeling of modern orchestral music (and both cry throughout.)

Gilbert & Chev - Would figure out technology (including Google Scholar) in an hour and spend the rest of the time researching 10000 topics.

Luke - Joins a save the bees rally. He buys everyone t-shirts that he forces them to wear.

Rio and Silvio - Spend half the time watching telenovelas

Yves - Modern recipes and cake/pastry designs would probably be fascinating to him. He cries when you sign him up for a cooking class with a professional baker.

Leon, Jin, Nokto, Clavis, Gilbert, Luke - love rollercoasters

Nice!Keith, Rio, Yves, Licht - hate them

Chev, Sariel, Alter!Keith, Silvio - might be persuaded to go if you wanted to, entirely to watch your reactions (Although Silvio is secretly terrified)

Jin, Silvio, & Sariel - Go to every winery they find. They single-handedly save one small vineyard from going under with a huge purchase and some excellent business advice.

Clavis - From the moment I was introduced to this gremlin, I have been cursed to judge every single meme I come across: Would Clavis like this? Imagine this loser’s glee spamming incomprehensible nonsense to everyone (and airdropping them to strangers to watch their reactions).

Licht, Sariel, & Keith - Have never been so at peace after discovering relaxing instrumental playlists on Spotify.

Jin & Nokto - Discover they love modern music and let you take them to a rave. Life changing.

Chevalier & Sariel - Are far too happy to use the silent mode on their phones. Everyone curses them when there’s emergencies (Clavis purposely got on the wrong train again).

Jin wanders into a martial-arts class. Walks out three hours later beloved by the kids and the teachers.

Rio & Luke - Goes to animal shelters and names all of them. Tries to smuggle out a puppy. Does not succeed. There may be tears.

Silvio - Loves NYC. In a different life he would have been born there.

Clavis - Comes across a street caricature artist and spends a gleeful two hours having them draw everyone from pictures off his phone.

Nokto, Jin, Leon, Silvio - Inflict their ignorant selves on helpless clubs every chance they get. Imagine them trying to learn how to dance???

Gilbert, Silvio, Sariel, Nice!Keith - Love museums. Gilbert asks the employees disturbing and inappropriate questions. Clavis is obsessed with the science museum. Begs to go back several times.

Who would be the best dressed? My guesses? Silvio, Yves, Chev, and Sariel would turn heads for sure.

IMPORTANT ADDITION: Who would love 80’s music the most?

Virtually all of them - Enjoy your efforts and excitement in explaining everything to them as much or even more than they are fascinated by it all themselves.

[libby-is-a-idoit]

Ming X kid!reader

-description-

-you are Mei Mei's twin sibling,and you watched Mei Mei turn in to the red panda and your guyses mother slowly started to pull away from Mei Mei and go to you since you were still little Mrs/Mr y/n the perfect since your panda hadn't shown yet.

-angst,very angsty

-warnings: uhhh favorite child syndrome-

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"AHHHHH" you heard from the bathroom that your sister was in,your mom and dad both turned to look at the door Ming your mom,rushed to the door and knocked "Mei Mei is everything ok? Are you feeling sick??!!" She worriedly questioned both you and your father locked eye contact in worry some, "did the..did the red peony bloom..?" You heard your mother say as your father and you crept closer to the door where your mother was "uh maybe?" You heard Mei say, your mother quickly pulled away and ran to get a box "Jin! It's happening!" She said panicked.

You stood their in udder shock not really knowing what to say, you quickly went to the kitchen to grab your breakfast and take it to your room,if their was one thing you knew it's that when your mom was mad,or even freaking out it was best to stay out of the way, especially when her 'favorite' kid was having a moment.

You ate breakfast in your room while getting ready for school,you heard alot of everything that was happening with Ming and Mei and your father,you just stayed out of it.

~~~~~time skip to after school BC I'm lazyyy~~~~~

"Mom,dad I'm home!" You yelled in the house taking off your shoes before looking up to see your house in a big disaster zone "mom..what happened!!" You said walking around to see if your mom was in the house,she wasn't no one was,they were all in the temple, you could hear yelling but just stayed out of it,you it weren't the favorite kid out of you and Mei Mei, Mei was a straight A student never struggled with any subject and was good at just about everything and always listened to your guys's mom and dad, you on the other hand always tried to do your best but you weren't a straight A student like your sister you struggled with math you struggled with science but you always did well in art and in band, your mom was never super fond of you since Mei Mei set the standards really high you are always jealous of her little miss perfect Mei Mei, always got her mother's approval no matter what, Ming love you both you guys were her kids! But there was definitely a favorite twin, and it wasn't you.

Your dad loved you no matter what, it didn't matter what Mark you got on a test it didn't matter to him what grade he just wanted to see you happy and doing what you loved..you were close with him,you always helped him cook,that was something both of you enjoyed! You sometimes spend time with your mom but it felt like she always judged you you could tell she wasn't proud she tried to act like she was but it was kind of obvious..

"Mei..you in here?" You asked going in to your sisters room,she was in there..but,there was a huge PANDA "Mei Mei??!! Is that you??!!" You said going in her room and going up to the creature that was wrapped in the blanket "*sniff* yeah.." she said sitting up, she was HUGE "Mei Mei..what happened???" You asked going over to her and touching her arm that was covered in red fur "well Uhm, apparently our ancestor blessed us with the ability to turn into red pandas with emotions..and,and the only way to get rid of it is with the red moon and that isn't for another month and I don't know what to do!!!" She said crying while talking to you,you hugged her as you felt bad..but you were shocked,why hadn't your parents told you guys about this red panda curse!! It didn't make sense... "It's gonna be ok Mei.." you said hugging her "no it's not y/n! You don't know that because your not a panda!" She said with irritation in her voice, it stung a bit but you knew she was struggling with herself right now.. "I know Mei Mei,but look at you,your so fluffy!" You said pulling away and playing with her tail, "no!it's not gonna be ok, I'm a gross red monster! Just leave!!" She said with slight poison in her voice, you looked at her shocked but she showed just anger.. you moved your hand and left..you walked to your room,not before turning around to see her go back to crying.

You sighed closing the door in her room walking slowly to your room "oh y/n! There you are!" Ming said quickly walking up to you "how was school y/n!"she said smiling at you as she hugged you, you were a tad bit shocked and a bit weirded out since most the time she never asked you how your day was she always assumed it was you never did your work or you just did nothing.. "Uhm,it was good! Thanks for asking.." you said pulling away.. she looked at you with a bit sad in her eyes as you pulled away.. "oh! What do you want for dinner,it's your choice tonight love!" She said happily "Uhm,uh whatever you or dad or Mei want!" You said walking to your room just leaving her in the hallway,you didn't want to be given love at that moment.. you had so many questions..why was mom asking about your day,and what you wanted for dinner! She never really asked you.. you sat on your bed and pulled out your book you were reading,you sighed and started reading.

"Y/n! Mei Mei! Dinner!!" Ming yelled from the kitchen, "ok!" You said marking your page in your book and leaving the room, you walked out and saw dad and mom sitting at the table getting ready to eat, "ah y/n! Here,I dished you up already!" Mom said putting the plate on your part of the table that you usually sat at "thank you..Uhm,Is Mei going to join us?" You asked getting some food on your fork and putting it in your mouth "ah no..she's not feeling well.." Ming said sitting down along with your dad as they both started eating,it was quite, usually mom and dad always talk to Mei Mei about her classes and what she's doing in class and her marks she got etc.. "so y/n,fill me in! What did you do in your classes today!" Mom said looking at you with sweet eyes "Uhm,it was good! I had art..math.. science.. gym..and oh! I had a band test today!" You said remembering the test! "Oh? How did you do!" She said sounding proud.. "I got a b+!" You said smiling..then dropping the smile after you said b+,it wasn't an A but, mom and dad both looked so proud! "Oh y/n that's amazing! I'm so proud of you!" Your mom said putting on the worst fake smile ever.

Your father tho seemed proud! You were stunned tho,Ming lee,your mother,who always had a word or two to say when you didn't get an A, but this time,she was she's proud! You knew she wasn't,but it felt good to hear her voice say that.. coming from her made you feel good..even if it wasn't real,it wasn't negative.. "oh! What about math,how's that going???" She asked "Uhm..fine" you said,not saying the truth,you got your test back it was a -D you even studded for it!! But you didn't get a sharp mark.. "any new test scores??" She asked genuinely curious with a bit of Hope in her voice seeming that you did better than your band test "Uhm...yeah..uh,I got it back today.." you said looking at your plate in shame.

"Well!" She said pushing you to say.. "it wasn't a good mark.. -D" you said in shame.. you looked to see your mom faking the biggest smile she could "oh y/n dear,you did better then the last test! Good job!" She said in a sharp voice, trying to seem proud but not at all..

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~one week later~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Oh y/n there you are!" Mom said pulling in for a big hug, she had been so touchy with you this past week since thing with Mei happened..in fact,she pulled away from Mei.. she didn't even look at her the same way she did.. "yes mom?" You said hugging back.. "I was just gonna say I'm proud of you.." she said drawing her words picking what to say, trying to be proud trying to become the proud mother she was to Mei, "mom.." you said pulling away,you had enough,it was only one week,but you didn't like it,she was showing you the love she never really gave,Mei was getting mad at you all because you were getting praised and she wasn't,Mei felt like her mother hated her and moved on to you.. Mei Mei even started to pull away from you,she didn't say good morning,she gave you a stink eye when you said good morning, she gave you the death glare during supper,she didn't like the taste you had put in her mouth "why are you doing this.." you said looking at Ming in the eyes.

"Why?? Because your my child! And I'm York mother,I'm supposed to love you!" She said smiling "then why did you never show me it before.." you asked feeling a lump in your throat,she went quiet.. "is it because Mei is a panda?" You asked looking up at her "is it because she isn't the same?!" You said raising your voice "is it because you realized that you have another kid??!!" You said, tears falling from your eyes as the lump in your throat had been released, Ming looked at you shocked at your words.. "I have never been good enough for you..but now, just starting to realize that I try..you still aren't proud..you wanna be but Mei has set the standards so high that not even Einstein himself can reach it!" You yelled as your face became red with tears "I always wanted you to say you were proud,and that you loved me,but now,all because your little Mei Mei isn't all perfect now you move to me!" She looked at you with sadness in her eyes..she knew what she did to you..and wanted to apologize for it.. "so,mom,stop trying to act like you are proud of me..I know your embarrassed of me.." you said with anger and poison in your voice you walked off to your room,not before throwing open Mei's door and yelling "HEY MRS PERFECT! COME GET MOM I DON'T WANT HER" you said as Mei looked shocked at your words you walked quickly to your room before closing the door, leaning on the back of the door sliding down into the floor,you brought your knees to your chest before you started crying.. "I'm not gonna pretend your proud when your not.." you said in between sobs..

You knew you weren't perfect,you knew you weren't what your mom wanted..but what she was doing..was something you never wanted...