#ahri's lullaby

[snowball-doie]

how do the dynamics change whenever jooha is born?

honestly haven't thought that far cuz timeline wise... like irl. bro is just a thought lmao- cuz jae doesn't enlist for another few weeks---- that being said. for you guys, i'll put my brain to work tehee:

after jooha is born, taeyong comes back from the military (jooha is born august '25), so while he missed out on a lot with reyna, he's not missing a thing with jooha. yeah, he's a girl dad, but he'll spoil both of them equally, and he'll be there to change almost every diaper, he'll wake up in the night when jooha's crying, he'll sing jooha lullabies while he's teething and in pain, etc. everything he didnt get to do with reyna, he's doing with jooha.

johnny is still the hands-on suburban dad we all know and love. because of laws and whatnot, johnny's legally jooha's dad, but as we've covered many times, it's known in the polycule and amongst friends that jae is his bio dad. still, johnny's head of the house, and esp while jae and dy are gone, he's picking up all the slack, going even more above and beyond-- ESPECIALLY in those early months when THREE boys are gone (ty, jae, and dy)..... but not much about johnny or his dynamic with the boys / ahri / reyna changes. he's still the same johnny they love.

yuta doesn't know what to do with a son at first. he's spent the better part of nearly 2 hours pampering reyna, and now jooha's there and hes like "ok when can i take him to his first rock concert" LIKE ALRIGHT BUD CALM DOWN-- i hate to say it........ but reyna is yuta's favorite. NO ONE TELL JOOHA!! that's his little girl, and she's always been his little rockstar that he can doll up and spoil and take with him to go home. a son is nice, really nice. and he loves jooha with his whole heart. but there's something special to him about the time he gets to spend with reyna. (i think this stems from me not imagining jooha wanting to be an idol. i think he'd grow up to not care about the industry- unlike his older sister who's always going to shows, listening to their dads' music, going to the office with them, learning to dance and sing, etc. jooha's the type to have his nose buried in a book and like to spend his time chasing fireflies around the backyard with mark in the summertime).

it's hard for dy to enlist when the time comes. knowing that he's not going to be there for the last few months of ahri's pregnancy and he can't be there for the better part of jooha's first year of life hurts his soul. idk how many of you are familiar with the concept of "dol" in korean culture- but tldr back in the day, bc of all kind of complications, it was hard for babies to make it past their first year of life, so on their first bday, they celebrate dol to be like "congrats, you lived!". dy got to experience that first year with reyna like the worried mother hen he is. a son is so, so, so important to him.... wdym he can't be there for that first year? he's supposed to clean everything in the house from top to bottom before ahri gets home from the hospital, he's supposed to clean up the baby puke in the high chairs or throw away all the dirty diapers that jungwoo doesnt want to be within 10 feet of. he's supposed to cater to all of jooha's needs and wants every second of every day...... but the reality is that he can't be there? it makes doyoung sick to think about it. he hates having to leave ahri and jooha after he's born. he hates having to spend every day in the military like he doesnt miss his family every waking moment. so the second he's discharged and can rush to the house, you best believe he's spoiling his son like there's no tomorrow~~ (he's the reason jooha loves to read and has a curiosity for the world and not for being an idol btw)

jaehyun loves his son more than life. ok, go read my dad!jae smut, you'll know that he was dreaming of having a son even before he and ahri got to fuckin lmao. being away sucks, yes, but like he promised ahri, he's going to get every update imaginable from the boys, and he's visiting every chance he gets. idk how and why, but that man does NAWT pass his humor genes on to jooha. he'll pull out the craziest dad joke out of his ass and jooha will be so confused omfg. "i broke my son" "no, he's got all his wires right, you're the broken one" ... jaehyun tries to spend all the time in the world that he has to offer with jooha. he does what he did with reyna, taking him to the office, getting him involved in his dads' work, but jooha tends to just be more curious about the timetables on the doors for who's using which studios on each day, and he's picky about how the choreographers make the boys rehearse-- if they miss a beat, he gets tilted. but he loves sitting in the recording studio, reading a book while using his dads' work as background noise. jaehyun feels proud of how smart his son is, and supports him no matter his decision-- in fact, i think the majority of the boys are actually kind of relieved when they realize jooha doesn't want to be an idol like them. ever since he's a baby, he's been the most bubbly kid who has such an amazing, contagious laugh... they would hate to see that torn away from him by some company. so jaehyun gives jooha everything he wants. more books? a fucking microscope for his birthday? a telescope? yes, anything and everything. and he'll record videos and videos and videos of jooha and mark catching fireflies together. he's a really good dad.

jungwoo. girl dad jungwoo. oblivious, dorky girl dad jungwoo. the second there's another boy in the house he's like "hes one of us....." LIKE NO SHIT SHERLOCK omfg. jungwoo had a tough time becoming a father figure to reyna at first cuz he didn't know what to do as a parent or how to raise a girl, but this is their second kid so the late nights and amount of shit, piss, and puke is normal to him now-- that said, he will never be caught changing a diaper, but at least he doesnt feel like throwing up anymore lmao. jooha laughs at jungwoo's dad. jaehyun doesn't understand how he's any different, but okay. there seems to be a natural closeness between jooha and jungwoo that no one else can come close to replicating or understanding, even when jooha's still so little that he's wrapped up in blankets while being cradled in jungwoo's arms all day. reyna used to fall asleep instantly in jae's arms while everyone else struggled with her a bit; this time around, with jooha, jungwoo has the magic touch, and he feels incredibly honored. honestly, it brings him and doyoung closer together. because by the time he's having to enlist, doyoung is coming back, and jungwoo can rest easy knowing that dy is there taking care of jooha, sending jungwoo pics in the middle of the night, or sending videos of jooha's first steps or first words. jungwoo's the only one of the boys who can get away with play-fighting with jooha- cuz again, he's the only one who has the kind of humor jooha fuck w. when jooha starts to get older and can be chased around the playset in the backyard, or when he comes home and says that he has a crush on a girl in his elementary school, jungwoo's got all the dad jokes on lockdown to make jooha laugh and enjoy his childhood. without jungwoo, i think jooha wouldve grown up to be TOO serious. it's okay that he's studious and has different intentions for his life than reyna does-- but sometimes he just needs a good laugh with his silly dad. (jungwoo is jooha's fav dad-- NO ONE TELL THE OTHER BOYS)

mark's like "thank god he didn't turn out like reyna" bahahahahaahah- mark grew up like jooha did, having his eye on studies rather than fun like his older brother. there are times when mark regrets his path (very few times) and wonders what his life could've been like if he hadn't become an idol.... he'll never know what he would've been like, but he looks at jooha and knows that everything's going to be okay. mark encourages jooha's curiosity with a hands on approach rather than spoiling him with toys and gadgets. chasing fireflies, going to museums, going to the park to dig up worms, sketching flowers at the botanical gardens, and so on. jooha gets his sense of poetry and love for life from mark. the beauty that reflects in jooha's eyes when he's learning something new for the first time always makes mark smile. by the time jooha's born, mark's not so concerned about the polycule or raising a kid anymore. he's content with the life he's built, and he feels secure through and through. so while there were a lot of hesitancies around holding baby reyna or not knowing how to raise her, mark has the whole thing down to a science by the time jooha comes around. whenever jungwoo isn't holding him, mark is. and it blows the boys and ahri away how often mark asks to feed jooha or hold up his little hands while he's just starting to learn how to walk. i think all along, in the back of his mind, mark was waiting for a son for life to make complete sense to him. (im not religious and me personally i dont like to get too biblical, but this is mark we're talking about. so for the sake of plot: he truly believes that god sent him jooha so that he can be the happiest, most care-free person in the world)

haechan side eyes baby jooha a lot. he knows the way of the world-- baby girls get spoiled, and boys are raised to be men. (please refer to this clip) so while jooha's still iddy biddy, hyuck gets cuteness aggression galore, but as jooha starts to get older, he's teaching jooha all there is to know about life. just life. every day, normal, mundane things; unlike jae who takes jooha to see idol things, or mark who encourages jooha's curiosities. hyuck shows jooha how to be a descent human being who has a lot of kindness in his heart and a good head on his shoulders. the boys def think haechan could be a bit. .... more playful...... afterall, that's his nature with everyone he knows, including reyna, so why not jooha? but have you seen hyuck? when he's serious about something, and when he's trying to be a leader, he's locked in. that's how he is with jooha. he loves his son so much that he wants to make sure jooha becomes a good man and not some shmuck.

[shukuchiisms]

Ahri got 2 song themes:

So I got 2 for, my Vesani OC, Luna too:

[ask-the-beauties-of-runeterra]

Ahri treasured these moments with Evelynn, her vulnerable side, she still loved Akali and Kai’sa but her and Eve have a deeper connection that goes back to when she was just a fox and Eve was still a shadow. Slowly Ahri began humming an old lullaby that she had memories of but doesn’t remember ever hearing it or even knowing it.

Body's Pillow (lap) from Evelynn to Ahri

This was very strange as Ahri has never seen Evelynn be this vulnerable around her. Looking around to make sure they are alone before Ahri starting running her hand through Eve’s hair.

[mmisha]

K/DA, Most to least likely to (ON-STAGE HEADCANONS):

The name on the top is the MOST LIKELY one to do it, going down the last name is LEAST LIKELY to do it! These are all headcanons of my own.

Trips on stage:

Evelynn (saves herself with sexy posing)

Akali

Ahri

Kai'sa

Forgets their lyrics:

Akali

Kai'sa

Ahri

Evelynn

Cries on stage:

Kai'sa

Ahri

Akali

Evelynn (only dramatic crying)

Hugs and cuddles another member on stage:

Akali

Evelynn

Kai'sa

Ahri

Swears on stage by accident:

Evelynn (not by accident)

Akali

Ahri

Kai'sa

Falls off the stage:

Evelynn

Ahri

Akali

Kai'sa (saves them all from not falling off)

Dabs on stage:

Akali

Kai'sa

Ahri

Evelynn

Breaks something on stage:

Akali

Kai'sa

Evelynn

Ahri

Smooches another member:

Evelynn

Ahri

Kai'sa

Akali (is the victim of all kisses)

Makes the crowd crazy with their hot gestures😳:

Evelynn

Ahri

Akali

Kai'sa (she's too precious)

Takes a nap on stage:

Akali

Kai'sa (joins Akali)

Ahri (tries to wake them up)

Evelynn (sings them a lullaby)

[heartate-aa]

@dcvorakk​  sent  :  " Sometimes only the soul can tell the truth about a person. What does yours say? "

               𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬,  𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝,  𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧.  some are more malleable than others,  fluid as the smooth,  meandering river currents,  soft as wet clay,  fresh in its rich and earthly scent,  in the palms of an artisan’s steady hands.  others are not as easy to bend,  easy to break.  they are born of steel,  bound in iron,  plated in tungsten sheets.  they have so much will,  so many unbreakable convictions.  they are anchored to the floors of the vast,  boundless oceans while others drift around them,  going along with the tides as the moon guides them beneath the glaring sun and endless sea of stars.

both things are . . . valuable,  in their own right.  strengths and weaknesses,  both,  yet they wear different masks under different lights.  a soul that is willing to change can alter itself for good,  just as easily as it may be warped by the poisonous darts of bitter evils.

they tell stories,  folk tales,  age  -  old fables and old wives’ tales,  children’s lullabies and poems,  thundering hymns and ballads.  as simple as some may appear on the surface,  it is only just that    —    a mere scratch upon the surface,  a splinter burrowing its way beneath the first layer of skin.

what stories does her soul sing of  ?

they breathe in the air of the unknown wilderness,  barren,  crisp and refreshing,  like their lungs had never felt air so clear.  unpolluted by poisons hanging in overhanging clouds of smog,  like the surrounding winter wonderlands of the snow  -  capped mountains and the forests that blanket them.  they tell a tale of mystery,  wonder,  of origins that even ahri cannot parse nor bring words to her tongue.

they sing in tempo to the powerful,  drumming rhythms that step to the beat of her heart.  fast,  relentless.  she is the predator,  they are all the prey.  her soul roars,  ferociously ravenous as she consumes the essence of others to empower her own heart,  the very magic coursing in her veins.  the tempo slows,  and so does her dance,  graceful feet catching themselves as she lowers her knees down to the floor in the shadow’s kiss.  beyond the raging chants of war,  her stories come to sing of sorrow.  loss.  pain and anguish like she has never known.  her heart beats so weakly,  pitifully,  as if it is straggling on by a withering and fraying thread.

“    my soul . . .    ”    ahri speaks up at last,  golden eyes flickering rapidly to meet the man’s gaze.  drifting,  floating,  she is carried off by the soft clouds of thought and shakes her head now to ground herself.  her tone is bright,  concealing the melancholic waves that edge and lace her voice.    “    mm . . . i think my soul will tell you a lot of things.  i don’t even know where to begin.    ”    the corners of her mouth begin to shift,  turning in a subtle lift in a diminutive smile.    “    who knows,  maybe i’ll tell you some time,  if you have the patience to listen.  or . . . if you really trust me,  maybe i can show you.    ”

[vulpesse-arc]

in the spirit blossom verse, i imagine ahri’s voice to be as soft as velvet and as dulcet as fresh honeysuckle  !  however, while she always has a very pleasant lilt in all of her verses, here her voice is mostly employed in pursuance of soothing the tempests inside of the souls that she welcomes and guides to the spirit realm. i believe that her voice can thus easily reach a person’s heart and become a lullaby for the troubled and the lost  ;  in the realm, her voice has a sort of luscious and high-pitched echo to it, a soft reverberation that makes it obvious that she’s indeed far from being a normal person. 

this detail is enhanced when she is in her “mega fox” form while it becomes less noticeable when she leaves the realm of spirits in pursuance of indulging amidst mortals. 

[kumihao]

"Quite Me"

DRABBLES ( Leave a “Quite Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to calm yours down )

She was still human.

No matter the infestation within her that gave her strength, whispered words of varying intentions, Flayn was surrounded by walls that she had built up throughout the years to protect her from the world.

Though most of the times the imaginary castle protected her from any harm thrown her way, she was still human, and when the walls came crumbling down, revealing the frailty of her untainted psyche, the would collapse – defeated and frail. She would be taunted, challenged by the voices inside her own head, reminding Flayn of the failures in the past, the failures she will commit in the future.

Most often than not, the warrior succeeded in concealing the inner battle from the rest of the world, carrying the cross with the tiniest bit of strength that was left within her, determined to see the mission through.

Such instances were crippling, and they never arrived with a sign. Just like everyone else, Flayn was greeted with this unpleasant visit of the demon armada unexpectedly, in the middle of the night, during her weakest hours. There was no sign left of the very devil she had made the deal with for the sound of her own voice was so loud not even the evil spirit could breach the barrier.

Her breathing was erratic, and tears formed in the corners of her shut eyes, but even as Flayn forced herself to stand up against the avalanche of emotions, there was little she could do when facing psychosis. The walls were closing in and shadows twisted and turned, their faces and ghostly eyes emerging from the very depths of the darkness, all gathering fuel from her feverish thoughts. However long it lasted, it was eradicated by a pair of warm hands, suddenly breaking through the eternal pits of despair. Flayn had not even noticed Ahri’s approach nor did she hear the Vastaya’s questions through the paralysis, but when she was finally shaken into consciousness, a cry of pain and agony echoed from the walls.

“Flayn,” Ahri tried to hush her, but her words were barely registered by the panicked fighter. It was only due to her sheer strength that the vixen managed to keep the former priestess in place.

Minutes passed, and as the soft words were carried out into the darkness, Flayn’s frantic sobbing eventually calmed into heavy breathing. Soft whispers slowly started making sense, though it was hard for her to gather the logic in the sentences now. Her mind was like a gray fog, but at least the darkness around them began dissolving, and the walls around her started acquiring the floral pattern she had wished good night before the night terrors began. Ahri’s fingers wiped away the last tears and Flayn could feel the Vastaya pull her frail body closer.

“I will not leave you,” the warrior heard a promise. “You’re safe with me.”

Though she knew better than anyone there was no one to save her from herself, she did not argue against such a promise. In some fights, a beacon of light was needed and never had she suspected that she’d find an anchor to reality in another demon.

Flayn found enough strength to muster a small smile, but her hoarse throat did not succeed in whispering even the smallest sentence of gratitude. Ahri’s small peck on her cheek and soft tails resting over her body indicated that the Vastayan woman gathered enough information from the little emotion she displayed. If it was not the vixen’s gentle touch that began lulling Flayn to sleep, then it certainly was an ancient lullaby that she began singing.

Her mind finally at peace, the Ionian was finally greeted with the long overdue rest.

[tenebriiis-archived]

▤

send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse: ▤ = falling asleep on them

[ ♦ ]

Once their bonds had started to sweetly straighten & affections had made their way into their daily lives, many mundane yet precious moments had become a tradition between the Fox and the Sorceress. One of them was sitting on the studio to read together, in order to appease and satiate the boundless curiosity of the Kumiho. Emilia had already read countless of books to her about Valoran’s history, mythology, philosophy, novels, poetry and even sometimes about the extensive language of flowers while creating illusions all around the room. It was a way to both keep her attention in the topic as well as to stay awake herself. Her favorite were those that would resemble their first encounter, filling the room with pink demacian carnations and tulips.

Sometimes of course, playing around, exploring the Manors, running and hunting surely would strain the strength of the gorgeous Vixen, as it soon became obvious to Emilia when the arms hugging her waist softened the hold and Ahri’s breathing seemed more relaxed. A single gaze would confirm her suspicions just as warmth her heart almost lovingly, stealing one genuinely amused and endearing smile.

She attempted to move her slightly but quickly found Ahri strengthening her embrace and snuggling even closer to her body. Apparently, she was completely decided to not let her escape of her arms even in her dreams. Sighing deeply as one of her clones came into view to place a warm blanket over both of them and take the book away. Maybe there were some topics that weren’t too interesting? She chooses to believe not and only laughed at the memory of seeing her hunt through the windows.

“Very well, we will nap here, pretty Creature. Just for a little while.” Emilia’s voice is hushed, soft and attemptive to avoid waking up the adorable vastayan, as leaning carefully to leave a little kiss on her raven hair. She can’t help but take an instant to delight in the floral scent coming from it as comfortingly caressing her back, hoping for her dreams to be gentle & sweet.

And so, it doesn’t take her long to start singing a lullaby, with placid and tender voice:

“Hush, my Rose…  Still, and look at the moon tonight Do you see the shadows there? 

This world is full of twisty frights And spooks who love to scare~ ♫”

[ ♦ ] 

@kumihao ~ 

[kda-chat]

Kai'sa: Y'all better be going to bed at a reasonable time, don't make me tuck you in and kiss you goodnignt.

Evelynn: Don't threaten me with a good time.

Ahri: Yeah!

Akali: You tell her, babe!

Kai'sa: Last warning before I sing you all a lullaby.

[just-animaxiz]

Dreams and Mares A U

Once upon a time, there lived a realm full of memories, dreams, and cognitive worlds depicted by their viewers, or "god". Living in those realms was the mischievous, playful cognitive princess, Zoe, and her right maiden and best friend, Alex, along with their other friends: Neeko, Aphelios, and so on.

As time went on, the cognitive minds were at peace. No stress but love, no fear but happiness, and no evil lurking in the shadows. But what the citizens of the realm, Dreamers for short, didn't know was that Zoe's older sister, the previous heir "Myisha", forever committed a terrible crime that none but the victims would know: Breaking a Dreamer and turning them into mares. The killers of dreams. The forever trauma following them to their victims.

The cackle--not Zoe's immature laugh--continued to echo through their ears. Her sinister smile played over and over in their heads as they walked underneath the clouds of dreams. The silhouette of Myisha, unfortunate for Zoe, became their prime target. They could not have known that Myisha gave her crown to Zoe to fall bait.

Characters

Dreamers

Zoe - Current Heir/Princess of the Dream Realms. Likes to fool around and play innocent pranks on people. Didn't know that her older sister committed the crime.

Alex - Zoe's right maiden and best friend. Inventor of toys for dreams and weapons for battle. Once met The First Fallen while venturing for materials and had no fear on him.

Aphelios - Guardian of the Calm Dreams; Makes dreams with enviromental sounds like waterfalls or sweet lullabies. His sister would act as a guide or a sweet voice for the viewer "god" to sleep well.

Neeko - One of The Dream's shapeshifter. She disguises as people as part of the job, helping the viewer or entertainment.

Ahri - Though her works in dreams are.... exclusive, She does her best to make the dreams work like a charm.

Nightmares or

Aatrox - The First Fallen; He stands the tallest and the first one to fall victim to Myisha. He screams for help, yet he can't hear from the sound of laughter and happiness in the clouds above. Once he stopped screaming for help, he began to raise his fist and slammed the ground with all of his might. That is how the Nightmare Realms were created--Fallen dreams. He met Alex while trying to find more fallen dreams, and he wondered.... Why was he blushing everytime he saw her?

Jhin - One of Aatrox's right-hand man. He was fallen as choice and suspicion for witnessing Myisha's crimes and his mind corrupted as he fell. No longer he painted muses but creates the strongest cognitive canvas out of the dreamers he shot.

Morgana - Another of Aatrox's right hand. Her sister had forgotten, yet she wondered for help after being sent to her doom by Myisha. Even through pain and corruption, she wishes to be back with her family. The wish everyone in the Nightmare Realms wanted.

Shaco - Once Princess Mysiha's favorite jester, but now... He's the Fool. Corrupted and betrayed, watching her devious smile as she threw him away. He was bound to overthrown her, though he cannot see that she left and Zoe is the one taking the spotlight.

Fiddlesticks - Used to be friendly and plays a scarecrow in every kid's Wizard of Oz dreams... But forgotten and betrayed by Mysiha, as she made everyone who loved him went on and forgot about him. Now.. Corruption hugs him as he cries in fear.

[deathreversed]

‘it’s a lullaby. would you like me to sing it to you? would that help you fall asleep?’

Her voice is soft and low, almost whispered into Nier’s ear. It’s a pleasant sensation to be so close to someone, to be privy to words meant only for you. Some kind of intimacy that Nier can’t explain.

She gives a small nod, not turning to face Ahri. It’s late, but it’s easy to while the hours away in someone else’s company, and it’s difficult to tel the time of day within the Mistwood. “Mmn… Alright…”

Even without words, there’s a sense of kinship between the two. Similar in looks; long, dark hair, vulpine ears, and an uncommon beauty. Similar in nature; quiet, thoughtful, always wary of how other perceive them. Similar in story; monsters. There’s an understanding between them, the shared idea that they’ve stood against a world that loathed them and come out of it blood-soaked and hard-hearted. But there must be a tenderness underneath it all, and it’s found here, in these quiet and dark moments. Ahri smiles at Nier’s answer, taking a moment to close her eyes and focus the words in her mind. Nier wonders what kind of lullabies come from Ahri’s world, or what sort of lullabies either of them have ever had sung to them.

Ahri’s voice is poignant, almost haunting, as she sings words in a language Nier doesn’t understand. A song that longs to be gentle, to be whispered to a child as they drift off to sleep, but is now forced to exist in the space between two killers.

Nier closes her eyes, and for a moment, she can imagine her mother singing to her when she was a baby. That brief time in her childhood, before Corrie was born, before her parents’ disdain became apparent. It hurts to think about it, and tears begin their familiar descent down Nier’s face as she continues to listen.

The lullaby reaches some kind of crescendo, but Ahri drops her voice to little more than a whisper. Her words are gentle now, almost a caress, and Nier’s old, painful memories begin to melt away. There’s a brief period where memories of Death, of the captain’s acceptance, and of Lyria’s smile surface in her mind’s eye, but they’re soon overtaken by the gentle fuzziness of encroaching sleep.

The words that flow from Ahri’s lips begin to slow, and Nier feels her head grow heavy as the lullaby reaches its end. “That was very nice…” she mumbles.

Ahri chuckles, placing a gentle hand on the girl’s shoulder. “You shouldn’t fight to stay awake. It’s late, you know, and you’re still quite young.”

Nier yawns, her ears flicking as they struggle to keep listening. “You’re probably right…” she says, reclining against the trunk of a nearby tree. She finds comfort in the presence of the other, a sort of safety she’s only felt with Death or with the captain.

Forcing her eyes to open, if only a little bit, Nier watches Ahri as she rises to her feet, tails gently bobbing with every movement. If only they had been born into the same world, they could’ve passed for sisters, they could’ve been family. Maybe they’ve found something like that in each other already, but in Nier’s eyes nothing can fill the holes that were left by her parents and sister. You can’t fix what’s broken so easily.

“Ahri…” Nier says, voice low with sleep. The other woman’s sensitive ears catch the noise, and she turns back to the girl, her bright eyes shining in the dim light. Nier smiles. “Thank you,” she says, letting her eyes close again. “I really liked it… I’m very… thankful for you…”

As Nier slips into sleep, she doesn’t notice Ahri’s expression shift. Something like a smile, and something like sadness. With a deep breath that very nearly betrays her true feelings, she turns and walks into the woods without another word.

[moonscut-moved]

@foxcharmed​​  said  :   ❛ i used to ache for a hurricane, an earthquake. ❜   poetry  prompt  .  a  .

      foxen  she  wouldn ‘ t  be  the  first  shinigami  has  come  across  like  this   ;   swathed  in  a  desire  for  something  more  beyond  the  realm  of  mortality   ,   something  more  than  this  world  could  ever  offer.  many  of  corruptions   ,   beings  so  drunk  on  the  quest  for  everlasting  power  that  they  drink  any  chance  to  grasp  it  akin  to  a  poorly  aged  wine   :   bitter  on  the  tongue   ,   satisfying  at  first   ,   slowly  shifting  wicked  ,  wicked   ,   wicked   &.   not  realizing  ‘ til  repenting  is  much  too  far  out  of  reach.  it ‘ s   . . .  a  hard  descent  to  watch   ,   truthfully.  all  this  time   &.   kurosaki  has  never  once  found  it  any  easier  to  stomach  the  loss  of  light  from  one ‘ s  eyes   ,   gazing  back  at  only  blackened  toxicity  that  is  dark.  ahri  could  be  like  this  if  she  truly  wished   ,   no   ?   suddenly  more  beast  than  girl   ,   suddenly  all  sharpened  fangs   &.   snarling  maw  when  malice  steps  foot  unto  sacred  grasses  of  this  forest   ,   but  she  hasn ‘ t.  not  a  claw  mark  to  be  found  on  precious  tree  bark   ,   everything  kept  pristine   &.   collected  in  this  patch  of  land  fey  graciously  considers  home.  magicks  twinkle  upon  the  tip  of  ichigo ‘ s  nose   &.  his  expressionism  contorts  at  first.  it ‘ s  a  tickling  sensation  whose  reaction  no  doubt  brings  the  ethereal  laughter  of  the  surrounding  fey  folk  chiming  akin  to  numerous  silver  belles  in  summer  breeze.   quirk  of  brow   ,  flit  of  gaze  to  a  leaf  falling  nearby.  even  something  so  simple  as  that  seems  so  peaceful.  a  lullaby  amongst  the  bushes. 

      ❝  no  doubt.  ❞   gentle  murmur  as  to  not  disturb  her  even  further.  he  can  feel  the  agony  bubbling  black  &.  thorny  in  girlish  timbre.  don ‘ t  think  he  hasn ‘ t  noticed  those  teeth   &.   claws.  he ‘ d  hate  to  be  the  poor  sucker  on  the  receiving  end  of  those.   ❝  i  trust  you  to  be  both  if  anyone  tried  messin ‘  with  this  place.  ❞   perhaps  she  didn ‘ t  mean  in  a  literal  sense   ,  maybe  implying  that  there  is  more  to  what  spills  from  rose  petal  tiers  than  what  meets  the  eye   ,   though  it  is  simply  in  ichigo ‘ s  nature  to  protect.  he  knows  innocence  flows  gold  -  esque  through  vulpine ‘ s  form.  how  could  he  ever  sleep  at  night  knowing  that  he  couldn ‘ t  at  least  bring  some  forme  of  warm  light  back  to  sanctum  of  psyche   ?   that ‘ s  the  thing   :   he  couldn ‘ t.   not  without  guilt  picking  at  his  bones  like  vultures.    ❝  ya  ‘  know  you  could  always  bother  me  if  you  need  help  out  here.  things  have  slowed  down  since  the  whole  aizen  thing  ‘ an  i ‘ m  sure  rukia  wouldn ‘ t  mind  takin ‘  the  reigns  for  a  bit.  ❞   in  other  words   ,   you  don ‘ t  have  to  do  this  alone.   ❝  kinda  hard  not  t  ‘  notice  the  shady  spirit  energy  lurkin ‘  around  here.   —   nice  flowers  ,  by  the  way.   ❞

[alette-stars]

Two years. Over one hundred thousand words, five thousand kudos, fifteen hundred comments. We’re here. We’re finally, finally at the end.

Thank you everyone, for reading Wrong (Right) Number.

I never in a million years expected this kind of response. 5000 kudos was an impossible statistic to me. Before I started this fic I’d finished Mint and Poppy, which received a lot of good feedback, and I thought it would be my most popular fic ever. I really never expected support on this scale. To say I’m honoured is an understatement.

Thank you to everyone who read, gave a kudo, commented, enjoyed this fic. Really, thank you all so, so much. I never anticipated anything like this. This was supposed to be just a silly chatfic. You all made it so much more. You saw a huge, unfinished chatfic with 100k+ words and gave it a chance. You let me frustrate you and drag things out and still kept on reading. Some of you weren’t even Monsta X fans but still gave it a try. Thank you so much! I love you all ♡

Okay, on to extras/trivia from the fic!

There were quite a few cameos from other groups, listed below:

GOT7′s Mark (mentioned many, many times, and got a part in chapter 75)

SISTAR’s Soyou (mentioned many, many times, and got a part in chapter 37)

VIXX’s Hongbin (mentioned a couple of times, and got parts in chapters 41, 55 and 56)

Seventeen’s Vernon (chapter 4)

Seventeen’s Wonwoo (chapter 4)

Kim Himchan (from B.A.P) (chapter 4) 

Nu’est’s JR (chapter 4)

BTS’ Suga (first mentioned chapter 6)

BTOB’s Minhyuk (chapter 6)

GOT7′s Jackson (first mentioned chapter 14)

BTS’ V (chapter 14)

VIXX’s Ken (first mentioned chapter 15)

VIXX’s Leo (chapter 15)

VIXX’s Ravi (first mentioned chapter 15)

GOT7′s Jinyoung (chapter 18)

GOT7′s JB (first mentioned chapter 29)

GOT7′s Youngjae (first mentioned chapter 29)

Yoo Youngjae (from B.A.P) (first mentioned chapter 29)

BTS’ Jin (chapter 31)

BTS’ Jimin (chapter 31)

Jung Daehyun (from B.A.P) (chapter 31)

GOT7′s Bambam (chapter 31)

#GUN (chapter 31)

Seventeen’s Hoshi (chapter 44)

VIXX’s Hyuk (chapter 48)

iKon’s B.I (chapter 52)

VIXX’s N (first mentioned chapter 62)

There is one continuity error: SISTAR exists in the AU, but Soyou (Jihyun) is also Hyunwoo’s girlfriend?

I wrote it in the chapter notes, but I’ll say it again: Hoseok’s shitty ex was named Yeonjae only for the events described in chapter 31

I tried to avoid memes and other jokes that would make the fic dated in the future (which was a good idea, since the fic was ongoing 2 years). One exception is the Pepe meme Changkyun shared in chapter 5

The character of Ahri is based on this one video I watched years ago and never forgot. If you don’t want to watch the video, it’s of a girl group member who liked Jooheon. I tried to find out who she is and am pretty sure she’s Ahri, of the once-group Tahiti. I didn’t include her as a cameo because I’m not 100% sure, but it seems likely to me

Hyungwon and Hoseok meeting in chapter 69 was completely coincidental I didn’t plan it I swear

The entire fic was written in a Google doc titled, rather aptly, i don’t know what i’m doing

Some of the songs I recommended or referenced through this fic:

Monsta X’s Dramarama

Monsta X’s Jealousy

Monsta X’s Shoot Out

Monsta X’s Alligator

Lee Gikwang’s What You Like

Highlight’s Can Be Better

Highlight’s Calling You

VIXX’s Don’t Want to be an Idol

VIXX’s Shangri La

VIXX’s Scentist

VIXX Leo’s Touch & Sketch

VIXX Hyuk’s Boy With a Star

ASTRO’s All Night

iKon’s Apology

DEAN’s dayfly

GOT7′s Lullaby

I have many, many favourite chapters, some of them being 15, 18, 24, 31, 36, 48, 61, 69, 72, 74 and 79

Thank you everyone from the bottom of my heart! All your support made this fic what it is. I hope all the time you put into reading it was worth it, because all the time I put into writing (and formatting) definitely was

I’m still writing! In my epistolary series Wrong (Right) Us, of which Number was the first part, I’m currently working on Wrong (Right) ID, starring the members of ASTRO in a funny, cute, and sometimes frustrating university romance. My current Monsta X fic is Lavender Jade, a romance set in a fictional country deep in historical Korean aesthetics and full of politics and forbidden romance. And if you want to read about one mess of a karmic officer (a sort of? angel) and his adorable case, I’m also working on A Match Made in Heaven, featuring the members of VIXX.

You can always reach me here, on my Twitter, or through CuriousCat

Thank you ♡

[thewinterwaifu]

they would!! Johnny would hold you close and run his hands through your hair!!! Ahri would lay beside you and sing you a sweet lullaby! Hope u can rest soon, dear💚

YOU MADE ME BLUSH I AM DYING THANK YOU ❤❤❤

And it should be two or three more days,I can't wait ahhhh

[heartate-aa]

@rebelquilled.    //    sc.

               𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬.  for almost all of her life,  loneliness was the only song she had known.  it was no lullaby,  it had no sweet melodies to caress her into the gentle lull of sleep,  yet it was the only one she knew how to sing.  ahri knows that she is all that remain of her own kind,  and though other vastaya live amongst ionia’s people,  it is not enough for her.  there are no kindred spirits,  others to share what it is that she is.  even then,  glimpsing other vastaya,  with the earth’s magic swimming in their veins just as she,  was a rarity of its own.

she found solace only in the company of the snow foxes who raised her,  but even then,  it had not been enough.  ahri needed more.  she craved more,  something greater.

she can sense the innate flow of magic as it breathes into the atmosphere.  it is not the magic of the earth  —  no,  it is alive in a different fashion,  through the fingertips of another being  !  another vastaya,  perhaps  ?  it must be  !  curiosity explodes from her pores as an excited grin tears itself across her lips,  stretching from cheek to cheek as she bounds sprightly in an intricate weave between the trees,  closer and closer,  her beautiful tails but a whirlwind behind her.  she is a blur of colors,  of bleeding crimson and obsidian and endless snows.  at last,  ahri skids to a halt and stands closely behind a tree,  gently pressing her torso against it as she grasps its trunk with her fingers while she peers out from the edge.  if she was trying to conceal herself,  it’s all for naught,  with her tall ears wiggling excitedly atop her head.

[vulpesse-arc]

UNPROMPTED  !  ✿  always accepting. @sunszenith​ ​​ has a small present for the fox:   Blows Ahri a kiss!

WARMER THAN THE FATHERLY SUN SHINING ACROSS THE LONELY CERULEAN and more destructive than the wildfire burning bright within the depth of her wicked, wilted soul: there is something addicting about the presence of the other, about the way her eyes mimic the luminescence of the all-father and her skin resembles a canvas that has yet to be properly turned into breathing art  (  HER CLAWS ARE THE MOST PROFICIENT OF BRUSHES, yet would she ever dare to deface and tarnish such a beautiful being  ?  )  .

Entirely COQUETTISH is the titter that escapes from her mouth: it’s the chirping of a morning bird, the lullaby of an earthly siren and the amorous language of a loveless creature that has yet to learn how to associate word with gesture. Carmine pigments bloom across the expanse of pale cheeks and the dulcet simper that settles ‘pon lush tiers does not struggle to reach the corners of simpering eyes  ;  THERE IS SOMETHING DOCILE ABOUT HER, about the way her hound-like audits twitch above her skull and her gossamer tails swish to-&-fro with puerile yet reinvigorated fervor.   ❝  Oh my, what have I done to EARN such a breath-taking gift  ?  ❞  

Overly-dramatic is the saccharine lilt of her voice, fresh honeysuckle that seems to drip right from the edge of her dangerous tongue. However, the warrior of the sun has absolutely no reasons to fear what appears like ambrosia and is instead poison: for her, Ahri will be as harmless and benevolent as her bestial nature will allow her to be. A few steps forward are thus taken, one more languid and elegant than the previous, until narrow is the distance between them and malicious has become the simper ‘pon her man-eating maw   ───   Leona smells of sunflowers in bloom and gold, what a tremendously luscious combination.   ❝  What if I wanted ANOTHER KISS  ?  How could I earn it  ?  ❞