#also i may sound like im complaining but im mostly just shocked

[cnnmairoll]

posted my wishlist on twt and within a day I got THREE offers for different items. and two of them are Kenma's?? Like don't get me wrong I'm not complaining in a neg way I'm just?? you're GIVING AWAY your KENMA?? And to put a cherry on top of it it's THESE TWO VERSIONS OF KENMA??

also the other mochi that someone offered me was this smiling kita hehe he's so cute

[mintseesaw]

harana | jjk

translation: n. the act of wooing/courting someone by serenading him/her

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: fluff, f2l au, drabble

word count: 3.5k

warning: none // rating: pg-13

requested by bebe athena @rookiegukie​. Im sorry it took a while, but i hope you like it hun! You may still submit your requests for the drabble game Paraluman Playlist until the end of August. ✨

note: this didnt turn out as initially planned changing after jk released his latest cover so i highly rec u to listen to 10,000 hours by jjk (cover) while reading it hjfjgdjdkgm  also it’s a first for me to delve into f2l trope ljggdhd yall forgive me if it’s too cliche bwahaha

“Hyung! ______-noona is here!” A kid who opened the door for you announced your arrival rather loudly, recognizing him as one of Jungkook’s cousins. You pushed through inside the nostalgic interior of the Jeon’s household. Nothing much has changed in the past two years.

Soon after, Jungkook appeared from the doorway you remember as the door leading to the kitchen. He’s decently dressed and when you say decent, you meant he’s not in his usual attire of anything black and over-sized. Nonetheless, he’s handsome as ever. You’re not gonna deny the fact.

“Hey!” He greets, face lighting up at the sight of you, biting back a smirk as he skims the length of you adorning a cute, yellow dress. He glances down at your hand holding a gift-wrapped present for his mom before draping an arm over your shoulders.

He feigns a frown, “You shouldn’t have bothered. Mom will appreciate you making it on her birthday.”

“Well, unlike someone I know, I’m thoughtful enough to prepare something for Auntie.” You tease, knowing he possibly bought nothing for his mom.

He scoffs, only proving your assumption right. “Yah! Don’t sound too enthusiastic, I’m the son here.”

“So what? I’m your mom’s favorite!” You retorted back.

“No you aren’t!” He snapped, while his mouth unconsciously juts forward in defeat.

Your eyebrow arches. “Is that a challenge I hear?”

Jungkook nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders. “Forget the competition. We’re here to make my mom happy.” He quickly dismisses, distracting you as he leads you straight to the garden area which you could already see where the guests are gathered through the glass doors.

As expected, the said small party looks simply classic with a touch of Mrs. Jeon’s sophisticated taste. Average-sized square wooden tables are neatly scattered in the expanse of the garden with uniform vintage table setting that coordinates well with the floral decorations in the vicinity. In front, a makeshift platform was made behind a decorated linen with pinned letters “Happy Birthday Mom!” Behind all the tables is where the buffet table was placed.

You’re actually relieved that your simple puff sleeve dress matches with the theme of the party, forgetting the guilt of having to wear the dress without borrowing it from your sister.

Mrs. Jeon was happily chatting with her guests but when the sliding door breaks open revealing you tucked under Jungkook’s arm, the present smile on her face stretches wide and immediately shuffled towards you and Jungkook’s way. 

Mrs. Jeon audibly gushes just as you handed your gift and welcomed you with a warm, tight hug. “Thank you, dear.”

Jungkook took it as his cue to leave you two for a second.

When she draws back, she appreciatively give you a once over. “Oh, you look so lovely on your dress!” Mrs. Jeon clapped her hands. You smiled shyly in return.

“Thank you for coming, dear. It’s been ages since the last time I’ve seen you. Come here and get some food.” She says.

It’s true. After you’ve been in college two years ago, you’ve hardly stayed in your hometown for more than two weeks, hence, you couldn’t squeeze your time here to pay the Jeons a visit. Mrs. Jeon became your guardian whenever your parents were in business trips back in the days, and during the times of your stay at their house, you’ve grown much closer to her just like your second mom.

By the time you reach the buffet table, Mrs. Jeon caught Jungkook in the act of getting a piece of sushi straight from the chafing dish, and his poor soon right away earned a whack on his arm from his mom.

“Use the tongs!” She reproaches which made him flinches dramatically.

Such a baby.

You bit back a chuckle as Mrs. Jeon went on with “Go to the kitchen and refill the dispenser!” Jungkook pouts but obeys his mom without complaining. However, he made sure to shoot a fake glare at you before he disappears from the doorway.

Mrs. Jeon then handed you an empty plate. “Here, ______. I know you like pasta.”

Your eyes widened a little. Perhaps, you have not recovered from the surprise painted on your expression, hearing it come from her that she caught a glimpse of your slight shock state. Why should you be surprised when Jungkook knows it as well? He might have told her or something.

“Oh don’t be surprised, dear. My boy always asks me to cook pasta whenever you come around.”

Isn’t it his favorite food? “It’s… his favorite... right?” You began but ended up questioning the validity of your knowledge.

She laughs, “You know he could eat anything edible but cannot live without his portion of meat every day.”

“Oh.” It was only that moment it registered to you. His mom is right. He’d always make it a point to consume all your stocks of meat whenever he shows up in your dorm in the most unexpected days. His university is not too far away from yours. Yet, this guy thinks it’s worth the two-hour drive just to get to your dorm and pester the shit out of you.

“I’m so happy you’re able to make it on my birthday. Will you stay in town for the rest of your break?”

“Uhh… I was supposed to focus on saving up through my part time jobs this summer but my mom threatened to disown me if I don’t stay here during summer break.”

“Oh she’s being reasonable, honey. Believe me, I’d do the same thing if Jungkook refuses to go home at least once a month, unless of course, if he runs off with you.” She remarks in a teasing manner, earning a profuse blush to appear on your cheeks so abruptly.

Since you left home for uni, you actually believe Mrs. Jeon had forgotten about your shared interactions back then. Yet, here she is, still having faith that his son has actual feelings for you. She told you many times that she’d want a daughter like you or, at least, be her in-law. She always regarded it in a playful tone so you used to get mixed signals whether she was really serious or not. But then, you’d say the overused line: “we’re only friends”. She would then give you a knowing look and insisted that she knows her son well. Fortunately for you, she made it a point to only tease you whenever Jungkook was out of earshot.

By the time Jungkook came back a few moments later, you’re already seated in a vacant table at the farthest back. Jungkook occupied the seat next to yours, taking notice of the half-finished food on your plate.

“What time are you leaving?” He asks the moment he plopped down the chair. Your head cocked to the side to meet his gaze.

“Are you trying to make me leave early?” You prompted suspiciously.

He rolls his eyes. “I’m gonna drive you home, idiot.”

“Well, you don’t have to. I can… walk.”

“It’s not like I have a choice.” He mutters under his breath.

Your eyebrows quirked but you spoke no more. He lifted his shoulders in a nonchalant shrug. Did he mean his mom will force him to drop you off at your house just like the old times?

As the night progresses, the small celebration has pumped up with lively cheers from their relatives, incited by the impromptu program prepared by Jungkook’s cousins which was mostly filled with fun games. At some point of the said program, a small commotion on the side of the makeshift platform started to build up. The next thing you know, his cousin, the mastermind behind the entertainment portion of the party, caught yours and Jungkook’s attention when she announced his sudden participation in the program through a performance.

“Our boy Kookie here recently recorded a cover and he’s here to perform the live version and showcase his talent to our dear guests. Everyone, let’s welcome our very own Jeon Jungkook onto the stage!” His cousin enthusiastically says through the microphone. On cue, everyone in the garden, particularly his cousins, roared in earsplitting screams of cheer.

He blinks, completely perplexed. He was not given a heads up prior, much less told that he would perform a song in front of an audience. Hesitant due to his nerves, he backed away subtly just as he reaches the side of the supposed stage. However, his cousin caught up with his attempt and pushed him not too gently toward the platform, and even placed the microphone stand in front of him, giving him no room to say no. The expectant look of his relatives left him no choice but to just— his eyes suddenly caught your figure at the back when you stood up and went to the buffet table.

His heart thuds so hard against his rib cage that he’s afraid everyone can hear it through the mic, including you. He’s sure he’s as white as a paper by now more so that his nerves are getting the worst of him.

That song is not just any song he simply did a cover of. It was the song he meant to sing for you when the right time has come, when he’s ready to pour his heart out to you.

He sucked a deep breath once more, and slowly breathed out once more. Instinctively, his eyes fluttered closed when he heard the music began playing.

Ready or not, it’s now or never.

 Do you love the rain? Does it make you dance

When you're drunk with your friends at a party?

At the sound of his voice filling the air of the summer night, you spun back around to face him. That’s how he missed the look on your face just as how you missed the chaotic cheering of his cousins as they piled up to the side of the platform.

What's your favorite song? Does it make you smile?

Do you think of me?

Hearing the beautiful lyrics wholeheartedly sang by Jungkook, the same one who stole your heart a long time ago, you couldn’t control your heart as it started racing so wildly, tiny specs of heat slowly spreading in your chest. Thoughts began to swirl in your mind – giving you the anticipation. The possibility. The potential love affair. That the friendship would develop into something more.

Before the next verse comes, Jungkook peeled his eyes open, however, he didn’t expect to see you awestruck there across his line of vision from the back, and meeting your expressive eyes. If he didn’t know better, he would have mistaken the glint in your eyes for something else.

Maybe just… maybe you like him too.

When you close your eyes

Tell me what are you dreaming?

Everything, I wanna know it all

You look so beautiful. That the thought of you alone could easily make his heartstrings twist so cruelly in his chest. Oh how he wishes you’d let him spoil you the way he’s been dying to. He’d be the luckiest man to ever live to have you as his girlfriend.

Jungkook didn’t know how he managed to put up the courage to return your gaze, never have you looked at him the way your pretty eyes are staring back at him now with the genuine fondness in them. Somehow, as he gets lost to his emotions, he suddenly couldn’t find the strength in him to take his eyes off of you.

I'd spend 10,000 hours and 10,000 more

Oh, if that's what it takes to learn that sweet heart of yours

Butterflies erupt crazily in your stomach, goosebumps start to appear on your skin and your cheeks heat up as he held you captive under his wistful stare. The longingness and the passion they hold, the twinkle of his orbs as his doe-like eyes are digging straight to your soul, what it is all for?

And I might never get there but I'm gonna try

If it's 10,000 hours or the rest of my life

I'm gonna love you

He’s always been a constant figure in your life since the moment you two became friends. He didn’t miss any important celebrations that involves you since then. And even though Jungkook has been vocal about being overprotective of you dating guys he didn’t know, none of you ever tried to address anything remotely related to romantic love. It gave you the temporary relief, because you’ve been pushing your feelings back in the depths of your heart since the moment you realized you’ve fallen in love with him.

You never had the guts to test the theory, but leaving wondering what if… When have you visited the thought, again? You have long disregarded the possibility because you believed he loves you like his sister. Nevertheless, you’re lucky to have met him and be the only constant in your life.

Do you miss the road that you grew up on?

Did you get your middle name from your grandma?

When you think about your forever now

Do you think of me?

Jungkook’s face stretches in a subtle smile, forgetting about his nerves, his sweaty palms and the guests who kept looking back and forth between him and you in curiosity while he seems magnetized at his view. You.

When you close your eyes

Tell me what are you dreaming?

Everything, I wanna know it all

You smiled, recalling the times you two were inseparable. The times he let you cry on his shoulder, when he used to help you sneak out in the middle of the night, be your chaperone, witnessed you getting drunk for the first time in your life and even that one time a senior stole your first kiss. It was the first time you saw Jungkook that angry, beating the shit out of a poor guy two years ahead of us over a single peck. Your memories with him didnt end in high school for he didn’t stop making efforts to see you, regularly visiting you frequent enough that he’d made himself home at your place.

Ooh, want the good and the bad

Everything in between

Ooh, gotta cure my curiosity

In the midst of serenading you, he recollects the memories he shared with you. The day you two were introduced to each other was still as good as new in his memory bank, or the times that you encouraged him to push through to audition to his dream role that you even learned to play his audition piece just so he could practice with you every day after school. His basketball games with you as his personal cheerleader, the times that he couldn’t hide his jealousy when you dated someone else, the immature fights that always led him to drink his heart out as if you two had broken up, and you nursing him back to sobriety. When you two were separated in college, he’d always make a way to bother you whenever he’s drunk and you’d end up going to his place and ceaselessly irk him while he rotted from hangover.

His angelic voice singing the rest of the song lulls you further into your thoughts, gathering each memory like a missing piece in the puzzle. Why didn’t you see all the signs back then? Were you blinded by your then-infatuation over him that you failed to hint his own feelings? He never gave you a reason to make you think he likes you more than a friend nor tried to hide anything from you, right?

Shortly afterwards, you were pulled back into the reality when you hear the cheers of the guests, signaling the end of Jungkook’s performance. Your eyes silently follow him as he sheepishly walk out of the platform, going onto the same path he took before.

Jungkook didn’t meet your gaze as he strutted toward the ice cooler on the side of the buffet table to get a bottle of alcohol which is just a few steps away from you. Twisting open its cap with such urgency, he took a long swig from the bottle to calm his traitor nerves, then pretends to busy himself on the variety of food laid on the table while feeling the weight of your stare on his back. Nervous that you understood the purpose behind his impromptu performance and that your silence was your hint of your rejection to his feelings, he didn’t try to talk it out to you the entire night. Yet, he feigned indifference when he sat on the same chair in the table next to you.

As the rest of the night rolls, the tension undeniably grows in between you two. Yet bearable enough to have you two stay glued on your seats despite the countless times you caught him staring at you, or you at him all throughout the night.

None of you dared break the silence and somehow, along the way, the tension has particularly become unbearable inside the car while he drove you home. Your house was just two blocks away and you bet it would take him faster to get there should he not intentionally slow down his driving with only a hand on a steering wheel while the other rested on the open window of his door as his fingers anxiously pinch his lips.

You chose to break the tension, feeling the need to speak up before your heart bursts out of your chest. And the moment you did, Jungkook coincidentally started to talk too.

“So…”

“About that…”

You met his eyes when your head jerked to the side to peer at him.

“What?” You immediately ask, curious to know what he would want to say after that, his heartfelt singing.

“Uh—“ He drawls, suddenly losing the words he was supposed to utter the second he made an eye contact with you. He shifts his eyes back to the road, feeling himself cower under the weight of your stare.

He clears his throat, putting up a pretense of a courage. “What do you think of... my performance?”

There was a moment of dead air inside before you manage to form an answer. “It was beautiful… I like it. You know I’m in love with y-you– I mean your voice. I love your voice.” You laugh awkwardly, while you’re incoherently screaming in your head at your almost slipped up.

Jungkook’s face flushes and he could already visualize the sudden boost of serotonin in his system hearing the validation he needs the most, the one coming from you. “Thank you.” He mumbles shyly.

It was that moment when the car arrives in front of your house. You shoot him a look, said your thanks and bid him goodbye before you climbed out of the car. You couldn’t deny the disappointment that was rushing so abruptly into you while you pad the distance across the gate of the house. For the nth time, you have hoped for something that was not even real to begin with.

However, your heart jumped out of almost joy when you heard Jungkook’s voice call your name out just as you’re about to close the fence gate.

“What’s up?”

“Okay before I tell you something, do you promise to remain best friends with me if… if you don’t… if somehow… oh god whatever— just promise me!” He panics, making you frown in return.

“I-I promise?” You say in an uncertain tone.

Jungkook held his pinky out.

“Pinky swear?” He prompts. You raise an eyebrow but let him hook your pinky finger with his to seal the promise of a lifetime friendship. 

“What is it?” You say in the most gentle way possible. If this is the moment you’ve been dreaming to happen since you were in high school, you have to encourage him to talk before you could stop yourself from advancing to his personal space just to kiss him without any further ado.

“_____I-I tried my best not to… n-not to see you in a different way. But god you’re always making it difficult for me to forget about it when you keep giving me reasons to want things I shouldn’t have–”

“Jungkook–”

“Please, let me finish before my legs give out.”

You chuckle all the while your vision blurs from the moisture in your eyes. The anxiety on his face gradually dissolves into relief when he saw the smile creeping into your face.

“I can’t keep dating anyone and pretending they’re better than you. I’m an idiot, I know.  But it’s always been you, ______. It’s you that I want and I can’t possibly live this life without you–“ You didn’t let him finish when he finally said the words you have longed to hear for years. You lean in to touch his soft, inviting lips with your own.

Jungkook staggered back at the suddenness of your move. Once he had recovered from shock, he cupped your jaw to deepen the kiss. He sighed against your supple lips. And for the first time since he has nurtured his feelings for you, the weight in his chest has been lifted off, replacing it with warmth and relief that only you could bring in his longing heart.

*unedited

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[sleepless-in-starbucks]

14 (bodyguard AU) and 46 (blind date) sounds fun,,, your choice of ship ( ˘ ³˘)♥ ( ˘ ³˘)♥ ( ˘ ³˘)♥

14. Bodyguard AU || 46. Blind date

Random choice generator got me creativisleep!

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roman's a semi-popular actor- he's never really been to an awards show, and he's not been in That much, but he had a small but strong role in a real popular film and plenty of leading ones in lesser known movies. he's got enough of a following to be satisfied with himself, even if it isn't That huge of one

because of this, roman didn't take the possible dangers of his fame seriously... until he got jumped by one fan at a play in his hometown. he came out fine (he's always fine ;p) but it made him reconsider his choice to not have some sort of protection

he ends up hiring remy to be his bodyguard, a choice he Slightly starts regretting when he realizes remy, despite having excellent marks out of bodyguard school, is about as professional as a golden retriever

they take roman's food out of his fridge Whenever, borrow Way too many of his shirts (and roman hasn't seen his BMC 'boyf riends' hoodie since they got their hands on it), and is never in typical bodyguard wear (they wore a suit for the interview and never again)

but they also bring roman coffee (when did they get his regular figured out...?), talk to him like he's just a Person and not a celeb, and have yet to try and kill him themself so. roman's alright with them staying

(plus, is it so wrong if roman enjoys how they look? he deserves for a bit of an eye-candy sorta bodyguard, damnit, they're with him all the time after all)

remy's been with roman as his bodyguard for a few months when roman decides he cant just keep Lookin at a pretty person, he deserves to have a pretty person to kiss and cuddle with too!! so he pokes around for a bit, finds a non-homophobic service (he's pan, so he could Technically use a plain ol' straight service, but he refuses on gay principle), and uses it

idk how datin apps work but this one that im makin up is a blind match up app, which takes ur information and uses it to randomly pair u up with random accounts. the app keeps account info privated until After the first date has been gone on, to really maintain the 'blind match' aspect. the matched up people play a mini guessing game through the app about places they can go for a date until location and time is determined

roman likes the idea of the app mostly to keep his own identity secret as long as possible- he doesnt want people pickin his account Just bc he's a celeb, y'know?

the first couple of blind dates dont go well tho... most are nice people who roman just isn't compatible with, one was a straight woman who spent the entire date being Very homophobic despite roman's rainbow heart + pan flag pins, and someone who was clearly Too Much Of A Fan (remy had to physically pull them off of roman and help him escape the park before they could latch back on)

oh, did roman not mention? remy's been coming on all his dates with him

because of course they are! they need to protect roman! whether that's by eating dinner in the booth over or sitting two rows back at the cinema or awkwardly half-stalkin roman and his date while they walk about

so they're always there, to bring roman there and take him home, and listen when he complains about the bad matches and lament the almost-winners, and convince him he is a catch that needs to try again because eventually Someone will realize he really is too good to pass up

(remy always says that line in a weird way)

so he keeps trying... until roman has possibly the worst date ever

because he gets stood up. it's fifteen minutes past the scheduled date time, he's gotten no text explainin where they are, but he's sittin at the restaurant alone and starting to become rather upset by the pitying look the server gives him when he says he's still waitin on someone else before he orders

remy slides into the seat across from him at the 20 minute mark. shoots roman an apologetic smile that an outsider would mistake as a 'sorry im late' one when roman knows it's a 'sorry they didnt show' one

roman appreciates the gesture to save him, but he almost just wants to go home at this point. he's tired and bein stood up feels like Shit, actually, and he's about ready to call off the whole dating thing really, dramatic as that may be (like it's not his middle name)

but remy says smth about this place having really good sandwiches, and it's clear they're tryin so hard to help roman out here, even a little, and roman can't just dismiss that effort, so he picks up his menu again and orders smth and tries to ignore the way his face heats up just the slightest at the relieved smile remy flashes next

lunch with remy is great, actually, better than it would've been with whoever couldnt be bothered to show or apologize or Anything. remy even knows the way to an ice cream shop on the way home, sayin it's for roman's 'broken heart' as they pay for it

except, well... roman's heart isn't feelin so broken anymore

it's actually feeling pretty put together. really functional. functioning really fast. especially when roman's looking at remy. or when remy's lookin at roman. or when they smile. or when they laugh. or when they speak. or when they-

roman doesn't fall asleep until 2am that night, heart still racing a bit, screaming into his pillow a bit as he acknowledges he is wholly and totally head-over-heels for his bodyguard

he tells remy the next day he's done with dating for a bit, saying he's still upset over being stood up. he doesn't mention that it's also bc remy's ruined all other people for him

things try to fall back in routine from there, but it's a bit harder when roman's trying to not be so in love with someone who just works for him. and remy's definitely started pickin up on it too- they had asked him just last if he was okay, that he didn't seem as upset by remy takin his clothes anymore, and that didn't seem like him, was he getting sick?

the opposite, actually, absolutely nothing makes me feel better then seeing you walk around in my shirt or jacket or whatever else, please never stop and also kiss me?

roman just said he was tired

eventually... roman decides this can't keep going on. remy's giving him more weird looks these days, and roman is pretty sure being around remy so much without Any kisses is starting to cause brain decay (it's not, it's really not, remy always bein on his mind is just a side effect of.... pretti........). so, he takes matters into his own hands

admittedly, maybe firing remy wasn't the best way to go, given remy immediately demands to know why, what they did wrong, even asking if roman's being blackmailed into this

"blink once for yes, twice for no" remy asks, lowering the sunglasses they always have on to look directly at roman's eyes

roman doesn't blink for a full minute. he might not be breathing for that minute either. has he ever seen remy's eyes this close? has he ever seen them at all? they're such a brilliant shade of brown. roman could drown in them. he might be already

roman's pretty sure he started this conversation standing up, but maybe not, because when he finally blinks and remembers things outside of remy's eyes exist he's sitting down and remy looks extremely concerned

"okay... what's wrong, hun?" they ask, and oh no, they look so sad, and worried, and that's not good, roman should fix that right now, regardless of whatever he was doing before (he's forgotten)

"im gay" he responds intelligently. this will fix everything

remy, however, just looks confused. "yes?"

"for you" roman adds, helpfully, sure that Now remy will understand they're just really very pretty and nothing's wrong and if they feel bad still they should look in a mirror because then they'll be good again

now it's remy's turn to sit in silence, expression frozen in one of shock. they still havent put their sunglasses back on, so roman doesnt mind, bc this gives him more time to stare at remy's eyes

"you're having a breakdown because you're gay for me???" remy finally asks, expression unfreezing to look incredulous and a little hurt

roman returns a similar look. "im not having a breakdown!"

remy scoffs. "yeah, sure, right, that's why you suddenly froze and completely stopped breathing and minorly collapsed after i... look off my shades to look at you..." they suddenly break out in a smirk. "oh my gods, you're a gay disaster"

roman doesn't try to deny it, especially with the knowledge he apparently did stop breathing to admire remy's eyes. they have a point

"how long?"

"since that date you hijacked after i got stood up" roman admits. he finds it extraordinarily rude when remy starts laughing

...until they're pulling out their phone, hurriedly opening up the exact same dating app roman had been using, showing a log of all the dates they had planned- there's only one marked as having actually been attended

same date time and place of the one where roman had assumed he had been stood up

"you broke my heart!" roman says as remy puts away their phone, over-dramatically, not actually giving a damn, just feeling gay and a bit giddy at the thought remy hadnt gone to any of the other dates, just theirs

no longer worried quite as much about roman for the moment, remy's smirk just grows, smoothly moving from being crouched in front of roman to being set firmly in his lap, lazily brushing hair out of his eyes and wow was remy always this warm? and stunning? and perfect?

"i dunno babe... sounds more like i stole it" remy teases, movin from playing with roman's hair to cuppin his cheek, leaning in close and not even bothering to pretend to be looking at anything other than roman's lips. "which, yeah, bad bodyguard etiquette... i hope you can forgive me..."

roman doesn't need his words to answer that tease

[shyrose57]

Brothers anon, im gonna start combing the two separate submissions again cause its getting too short to have them separate I think?

1: His possession messed with memories Ranbob had before, so memories of school friends or playing with Ran were distant to erased. Though after Dreams possession it was also harder to make and keep memories. But thankfully as Ranbob was recovering from Dream and got futher away making memories came eaiser to him, though he'll never get back the memories he lost. 

3: Oh he would very quickly grow to regret his decision, but it would be funny. And Benjamin would later admit that while it was annoying and stressful, it was also fun and he was very happy to have his two families meet and generally get along. 

8: Everyone is just in shocked silence before Cletus just goes "YEAHHHHHHHHHH!" Oddly happy that Ranboo committed so much arson. Oh definitely, after all the outcasts of society where put there. Of course people would make such negative rumors about Mizu and treat the people as the scum of the earth. Though this also means, people don't know what happened in Mizu, and anyone who knows, view it in a more happy and a "Their finally gone" type of way, then viewing it as the tragedy it was. 

Spoons is a card game technically. A group of people sit in a group and everyone gets 4 cards, and you keep discarding at least 1 card of yours to the person on your left, who then does the same to their person on their left, the last person in the group puts a card into a discard pile. The goal is to get 4 of the same cards, and once someone gets 4 of the same cards, that person goes and grabs a spoon in a pile in front of them (let's say there's 5 players, theres only going to be 4 spoons cause there's always a spoon less than the people playing), once they grab one anyone can grab a spoon. And the person who doesn't get a spoon gets a S added to them, once Spoons is spelled the person gets out of the game, and a spoon gets removed to continue the game. Basically for flowers its played the exact same way but with flowers in the middle expect for spoons.

11: I just imagine Dream sulking in a corner as you yell at him and him going like "well I didn't know…" as he kicks a stone. And he wasnt sure what it was, but quickly jumped on the idea that maybe it was the fact that Ran was still alive somewhere, and that that's causing Ranbob to willingly let himself become weak and defy him. Causing Dream to become angrier at Ran and punish Ranbob harder. 

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3: During the brothers fight in the storm, and after everyone runs off to find Ranbob, Ran is left alone. And he decides to just wander off into the storm, not protecting himself from the rain so he does get burnt. The whole time he's lost deep in thought and isn't really paying attention. He continues to wander for a whole day unfollowed (because after the Gladiators and Fishermen came back to the cave after finding Ranbob they are in no rush to find Ran and decide to look for him after the storm passes, which takes a full day) and at some point Raq finds him wandering. Which Raq then uses Rans distraction to his advantage and attacks him. At first only really the gladiators where concerned when they found Ran gone. But once they found him blinded and terrified everyone felt awful and a looming sense of guilt. And everyone continued to feel that way, even after they got the antidote and Ran started to see again.

4: They would just leave Ranbob alone and check in on him every now and again. But generally let him deal with it himself. They'd feel guilty leaving him alone, but they also know that they can't really do anything for him as their not prepared or briefed on how to help him in this situation. 

10: Oh definitely, even with Ran blinded they would've been kicked out immediately for fighting, without even a second glance. Dont forget, Ran still cares for his brother. And maybe, losing his sight made him face the side of him that wanted to become family again with Ranbob, maybe it brought enough to light that he just can't ignore it anymore. Mostly only negative potions can be permanent, like posion, blinding, wither, and nausea (I know the last like 3/2 are effects but they've also found a way to make effects into potions.). You already know what a antidote for blindness would be. A antidote for wither would be, a ghast tear (actually a basic ingredient for almost every antidote), blaze powder, and glistening melon to make a overpowered healing potion. Antidote for posion would be ghast tear, swiftness (so it acts fast to get rid of the posion), and the 3rd ingredient depends on what kind of posion it  was (posion that has a side effect of constricting or filling the lungs with water? Pufferfish and Turtle shell for last ingredients. Posion that has weakness? Blaze powder, and glistening melon) And antidote for nausea would be ghast tear, and potion of slowness to allow the person to slowly feel better, so their nausea doesn't hit them all at once before disappearing, which can cause them to throw up or have side effects. 

13: Thats exactly what they did. 

14: Jackie will 100% attempt to fight God and no one can stop him. :) (to be honest im not sure yet, I know I want to do more with Raq and have the idea that maybe he could be the person that finds Dream and gets him out of Mizu, but that's pretty often used in stories and I want to try to think of something more unique. Maybe I'll have it so Raq actually manages to capture the brothers or at least one of them and uses them as blackmail?)

15: When Ranbob was a child and Ran was just a baby Ranbob would often take Ran out of his crib and take him to go watch the fish swim by. When Ran was old enough he'd follow Ranbob everywhere, even a few times he managed to sneak into Ranbobs class room and almost wasn't caught. Ran got extremely clingy one day and managed to gather his haunting all up into his arms and carried them around, even though he was obviously struggling. And Ranbob used to complain about his teachers and idiotic classmates whenever he got home, which is funny when you consider Ran was very impressiable at the time and Ran started mimicking Ranbob, leading to him cursing, much to Ranbobs dismay. 

And im curious, do you have any questions that I havent answered? Or do you have any ideas for anything? I'd love to hear whatever you have to say about anything honestly!

Course! I dont have much lore wise other than they go to Kelalen and when they hear Dream is still around they decide to stay back to help fight him. But the idea I have is that Karl is just kinda hanging with everyone I listed, talking about allies or treaties when his time traveling clock/watch starts to go off, and he panics, but sadly in his haste to stop it he makes it worse and it grabs everyone, where they end up in the future. After hours of confusion and explaining they calm down. When 2 days later they find the Gladiator and Fishermen group, at first Karl is strongly against going to then for help, but everyone basically ignores him and go to ask for help. Hours of explanation and proof giving later the GF (Gladiator and Fishermen, got tired of writing it out) group sadly tells them that they cant really help. Until Ran (who was previously gone searching the surrounding area and making sure it was safe) appears high up on a tree (cause I just can't get the image of Ran on a tree and looking comfortable and confident as hell out of my head), and says that maybe Kelalen can help, if not going to Foolish may be a good alternative. Isaac, and Grievous are extremely against going back (at this time a 2 months have past since they left Kelalen)n saying it could be dangerous but Ran just aboustely shoots them down, along with Watson and Jackie agreeing with Ran, and Karls group agreeing to it. They head off to Kelalen. And Jackie is extremely excited at the potential of going to see Foolish finally. And it'd probably be like a sub au where the brothers au is the main backbone for it but at a certain point it separates from the au and becomes its own.

1: Okay, ouch. Can you imagine if Ran brought one of those memories up, and just had Ranbob look confused, or horrified, depending on how quick he realizes what happened? How would Ran react to that realization, both before and after he forgives Ranbob?

3: If nothing else, everyone got some laughs from it-even Benjamin, once his friends were far, far away from his family and not able to teach them more chaos. 

8: Cletus, why are you so happy? Do you just enjoy knowing chaos existed back then? Are you an arsonist? What’s up with you? 

Also, wow. Not cool, other city people, that’s very mean.

Spoons sounds like it’s interesting, I might try it sometime. Did the group just have those cards on them? What other games did they have?

11: Good, put Dream back in the corner, I’m gonna be yelling more. Because, seriously dude? I know you probably exist solely out of spite, but c’mon. Admittedly, from a certain point of view, it could be considered amusing that your first thought was that Ranbob was making himself weaker out of defiance/spite but like. From a more responsible and mature viewpoint, that’s incredibly stupid, and I-just. Buddy, hate to tell you, but I’m pretty sure that’d just be a you thing. Besides you were in Ranbob’s head, didn’t he think Ran was dead? It doesn’t even make sense. Good lord, I’m half-tempted to get the broom and chase you around like you’re a particularly unruly barn cat. 

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3: First of all, that sounds really scary for Ran. Second of all, are we getting an overprotective arc?

4: Kind of sad, but understandable, they’re dealing with the situation as best they can.

10: Even if the group was provoked by the townspeople? Potions sound really cool, wish I could make those in real life, tbh.

13: W-what do you mean ‘that’s exactly what they did’? Anon, is your friend, like, a legit gremlin? I’m spooked. 

14: Foolish takes one look at Jackie, wearing a smile that exactly matched Tubbo’s when he was about to cause chaos, and immediately nopes out of that. He knows that face, and he will not be getting tangled into a fight with a goblin child today, no sir. I’m sure Jackie tries regardless though. (Also, that sounds like that goes horribly, do we get an overprotective ender-sibling, for whoever gets captured or used as blackmail, if that’s what you do?)

15: I love all of these so much, oh my gosh. Baby Ran seeing the fishes and following his big brother around. Poor Ranbob’s face when his baby brother cursed one day, Ran trying to carry all of his haunting. I’m in tears, honestly. 

Umm...I can’t think of anything right now, to be honest. If I ever do have a question or idea though, I’ll through it on the Brothers AU tag for you to check out, I guess. 

Oh, this sounds really cool. The part about them just ignoring their local time traveler when they’ve just time traveled particularly amuses me, as does Jackie wanting to see Foolish-I feel like Foolish may be a little more than terrified to see both Tubbo and Jackie back, honestly. Why was Ran willing to help them so much? What did they do to offer proof? How did Ranbob react once they proved who they were? How does all the group get along? Are they Ranboo’s haunting, and if so, if Ranboo gets close with his descendants, does he merge his hauntings with theirs? How does the time group feel about the Brothers fighting, and Ranbob’s possession?

[the-tired-cat-hexer]

Daily blog diary thing

Don’t expect anything professional here. This will be me writing about pretty much anything that either can't leave my mind or just pisses me off. I really don't know. This is my first time writing something like this, and I do wanna make it into a type of thing.

I guess I should start with some small info on me? Welp, here goes nothing.

My real name is not really important, but I guess you can either call me by my username or Van for short. Nah, fuck it, my name's Vanessa. I am turning 17 this lovely year and english is my second language. With a bit of help from Grammarly, it should be easy for you guys to read.

I guess I should also mention that I practice modern witchcraft. I’m talking about Wicca and Paganism to be specific. Im not planning on making it my religion since that means commitment and daily routine, which now doesn't sound bad but. I don't know; I guess I just don't wanna wake up every morning in a panic. May I say that the witchy drink that I’m drinking at the moment is fucking delicious?

Really, it's so fucking good. It's from a friend of mine, who comes from a Wiccan family. I will refer to them as They since, whatever. They gave me the recipe some time ago, and this year, I was able to finally make it. The recipe is pretty simple. All you need is cinnamon (in sugar form), honey and milk (this is also in the order of how I make it). After putting all the ingredients in a cup or a glass, you take a spoon and set your intention for the drink by spinning it in the cup/glass counterclockwise. After that little moment, you put it in a microwave for a minute (kinda funny but yes, for a minute) and there ya go. Nice warm drink that gives you the energy you asked for. I don't think it can give good fortune though, maybe. I should try it next time.

It's currently 23:29, meaning almost midnight. Well, now it's 23:30 but who cares about the specific time here? Me, I guess.

ADHD and Autism if you couldn't guess already. With some sprinkled social anxiety for a good measure. ADHD is really annoying at times, forcing me to either fidget around, move randomly or just walking in circles in my room for like an hour. Autism... It’s not bad I guess.

Do I have a pet? Yes, I do. I have a kitty cat named Sherry, who is maybe now 5 this year. We got her a day after New Year’s (2016) when she was 4 months old. Long time ago. Time really flies.

Now she is staring at something, now she's grooming herself. I have a full view of her since Im laying down in my bed with her always lying in the lower corner, to my left as Im writing this.

Never thought that the scent of honey, milk and cinnamon sugar would make me feel relaxed. Anyway, I should tell you all why Im even writing this.

I kinda have a troubled relationship with my mother. Which is a common thing these days, mainly if you guys have been born in a different generation than your parents. She was born around the time of Communism, meaning that my children, if I end up having any, they will be the last of the Communism bloodline. I think that's what my music teacher said.

I can't really say that it's toxic since it's from both points, but I guess I let you guys be the judges. Not that it will change much.

My mum ended up in a horrible accident about 2 years ago, I believe, before the whole pandemic started. She nearly lost her whole foot after falling from the stairs in our house. She managed to land on her butt, but that dint safe her foot. She went to the hospital for a few weeks, which I spent with my sister, who is the youngest from the older sister group. 

I really felt bad cuz she is my mother, but now. I don't really know. Our opinions are different, our lifestyle is different, pretty much anything. I was born in the 2000s so there is gonna be a lot of differences between us.

I don't really wanna call her a Karen or an EP. But she does have her days when we can laugh for at least a moment. But mostly it's her complaining about her pain in her leg/foot, yelling at the kid we are babysitting almost every day, and just complain about everything. It's the reason why I stay in my room all day. And to be honest, night is slowly becoming the new day for me.

It makes me feel safe. Free of all troubles. I can do pretty much anything with the only disapproval being my mother's groan from her bedroom, which is also a living room, right next to my room.

I don't really know what to write anymore, but I guess I feel better after telling a part of my story? This was my decision, really. I just decided to start this blog thing. I can't promise it will be daily, since Im trying to improve my mental health with some of the things I learned from modern witchcraft. Candles, tarot card reading now that I think about it, meditation, atmosphere. It feels nice when you are trying to help yourself.

I guess I will post more the next night. Maybe around the same time as now. Its minutes before midnight, which is shocking to me. Normally when I write my stories, it takes way longer, even if it's just a scene.

Anyway, what do you guys think? Wanna hear more about my life?

[crapitskizaru]

Kidbad™️ x Reader (Sinbad!Eustass Kid)

I thinks after many glorious kidbad edits we need a scenario with his s/o from the movie 😂.Maybe the part when the island comes to life when they stoped to repair and arguining I can see them doing that.

Warning: dumbass kiddo cuz this is how im trying to comfort myself after dino disaster™️

Word Count: 1,6k

He caressed the ship’s side with affection, as if he was sharing an intimate moment with his lover.

“How did one person do so much damage?” he muttered more to himself than to the dog but Spike responded anyway, wiggling his tail enthusiastically. 

“You like them, don’t you?” Kid couldn’t help but pat the dog’s back. “You damn traitor.”

The island they temporarily stopped at seemed promising - at least from afar. They determined there should be enough wood to repair the damages; even though Kid knew the ship would have been fine without any renovations, his eyes hurt whenever they landed on broken pieces of once-impressive and, far more important, expensive mahogany carvings lying around the deck. 

“All right, listen up. We’re here for ten minutes,” Killer announced. “You get lost, you get left.” 

With a deep sigh, the captain gathered himself from the floor. His crew was already leaving the ship, mostly to feel a steady ground beneath their feet. Repairing their captain’s beloved ship was one of the lowest points on their list of priorities, but Kid couldn’t complain - as long as they brought the essential materials. 

“So I’m going to need a full set of chisels, the jack plane, and about a cord of cut wood.” 

“You heard the captain. Find some logs and be quick about it.” Killer grabbed a bucket and started getting off the ship himself. He wanted to add some comforting words at the sight of Kid’s pained expression when the man discovered yet another scratch on the ship’s side.

“Oh, for heaven’s sake!” Your voice made Kid flinch halfway through patting the damaged railing. “You only need a little tree sap, and she’ll be as good as new.”

“When I want your advice, I’ll-” he stopped abruptly when you jumped onto the island’s ground, ignoring his words, a bucket in hand. “Hey, hey, hey! Where do you think you’re going?” 

Kid tried to suppress the incoming wave of anger when all of the response he got from you was silence - and your back turned to him. 

“Well, fine. At least take someone with y-” 

Words got stuck in his throat and got smothered away as soon as he spotted the rest of his crew surrounding you, stupid grins plastered on their faces.

“Why, thank you,” you chimed, putting on a little act just to see the hateful expression of your captain’s. “How nice to see some men haven’t forgotten a little common courtesy.” 

Killer was about to leave the ship but he stopped at the sound of someone gritting their teeth. 

“Common courtesy,” Kid muttered. “Not so fast, Killer.” 

“But you know they’re right. The tree sap would be perfect for-” 

“Just. Stay with the ship.” 

Kid didn’t like the suppressed sigh of his first mate - this kind of sigh a parent lets out when their child keeps whining to get a new toy. Kid didn’t like the island either; the sun was shining just too brightly, the trunks of trees too thin to make use of, the ground far too dry. 

And them. Still accompanied by Kid’s dumb mates, they wandered around with that annoying, innocent expression on their face. Kid struggled to keep up on the steep hill of the island. 

“I already said ‘thank you’!” he yelled after the group. “That’s what this is all about, isn’t it?” 

“It’s about repairing the ship.” You approached the first tree you could lay your eyes on. “If I break something, I fix it. Um, knife, please.” 

“Oh, yeah, like I’d give you a weapon?” 

Never before had Kid felt so betrayed by his crew than at that moment. The knives they always spent so much time on sharpening were now eagerly offered up to literally the worst person that ever walked on the planet. 

“Thank you, Heat,” you smirked flirtatiously and grabbed his knife. It took a lot of effort, but eventually you managed to cut through the tree’s bark and catch the flowing stream of its sap into the bucket. 

“You know, you really need to be more courteous, captain. He, he.” Heat didn’t get a chance to react when his captain’s fist landed directly on his face, sending him backward. 

“Oh, great,” Kid murmured. “Now I’m getting etiquette lessons from a fried bilge rat.” 

“Well, they did save the ship, captain.” 

“Why, thank you, Wire.” 

“And now they’re helping to fix it!”

“Very handy, I say. And brave-” 

“This...disaster of a person wouldn’t know how to fix a broken fingernail!” Kid snarled, waves of heat circulating through his chest. They already destroyed his ship, stole his crew, even his dog, with their stupid remarks and bravery. And charms. And their quick wits. And-

“Honestly, you’re the most boorish, pig-headed man I’ve ever met,” they complained, piercing him with a glare. 

“Oi, kitten. I’ve seen the highborn boys your type hangs out with...and I’m the only man you’ve ever met.”

By the shocked gasps his crew must have faked, Kid figured he may have gone too far - his worries evaporating in a speed of light as soon as a bucket hit the back of his head, cold, slimy liquid running down his spine. 

He turned around with a smirk. Did they really want to start a fight with him? 

“Oh, no. No, no-” You had to stop and close your mouth so that you wouldn’t swallow a missile of stinky mud which hit your face with surprising strength, making you stumble. 

He was unbearable. He was awful. He was just the worst.

“You...you...” You searched for an accurate adjective while wiping the mud off of your face. “Egoistical...” 

“You spoiled...” 

“-disrespectful,” A particular, and also quite unfortunate, lobster crawling around seemed just right to be used as a projectile so you picked it up. “Pretentious, pompous-”

“Deluded!” Kid shook his goggles to get rid of the tree sap inside of them. “High and mighty...” 

But you were already too pumped up to care about anything he wanted to say, now throwing every little, or not so little, thing that had been unlucky to lay within close proximity. “-self-centered, untrustworthy, ungrateful, impossible, insufferable...” 

“At least I’m not repressed!” Kid yelled, finally stopping your rant. 

“Repressed?” The question ended up being gritted through your teeth. “I’ll show you repressed!” 

You snatched a plank from the ground - it must have been attached to a root, but the boiling anger in your gut gave you a surge of strength as you lifted it up and was about to poetically slap your captain across the face and knock away that stupid expression. 

But before you made your new dream come true, the ground shivered underneath your feet. 

“What the...?” 

All the trees and bushes suddenly disappeared, as if sucked into the island. You were blinded by a sudden light and a lantern, a huge ball of white, moved towards your group. 

“Put it back,” Kid ordered, separating the words, and for once - you listened. 

If the island turned out to be an enormous sea creature...Your chances of making it back to the ship were dropping with each second. 

The ground moved again, revealing an eyeball the size of a swimming pool; and it was staring straight at you. 

“Ew!” you couldn’t help but flinch. 

“Ew!” Heat grimaced as he lost his balance and fell right onto the eye, landing on a slimy substance. “Ew!” he exclaimed once again when Spike started to lick the mucus with awful enthusiasm. 

“Run!” Kid’s roar snapped you out of the paralysis as all of your crewmates - including you - suddenly discovered their hidden talent in sprinting with the speed of light. “It’s a fucking fish! Killer!” 

You were far too scared to care about Kid practically shouting into your ear, your legs seemingly lifting you off the ground and into the air, gusts of wind blowing around your whole frame. 

Kid noticed the gap between the fish’s flipper and its body before you did. “Jump!” 

And so you jumped, not paying attention to how wide the gap was - for all you cared, it could be the size of the Grand Canyon and you would have still taken a leap - what mattered was getting to the ship in one piece and sailing away. 

You lost your balance on the other side, stumbling forward and into the arms of the most annoying man on Earth. But he did soften your landing, so you sent him a thankful smile. 

He was about to say something but you were soon whooshed away by the rest of the crew making it through the precipice, all of you sliding down the fish’s side - you were blinded by speed, tearing up, the rush of air knocking the breath out of your lungs. 

With the corner of your eye, you noticed Killer guiding the ship in your direction. 

Thank you, God, for Killer, you managed to think before you were once again launched into the air. 

You were already starting to worry about getting your face smashed into the wooden deck before a pair of arms caught you, and you found yourself in the embrace of the worst captain the world had ever seen. But you wouldn’t ever swap him for any other captain, no way. 

Landing on two feet beside Killer, you and Kid watched in awe as the giant fish moved from its previous spot, preparing to swim away and sending a whole wave of salty ocean water into the deck of the ship. 

As the fish submerged, only the creaking of the railing and the annoyed groans of the crew disturbed the silence. 

“I don’t know about you,” Kid panted slightly, taunting you with a raised eyebrow. “But I ain’t ever doing this shit again.” 

[freddinnuendo]

Uhhhh okay so lemme not do breaky for once, rare, but anyways. What about Brian and Freddie where Brian proposes 🥺

ooooo ive never writter frian before this could get INTERESTING :,)

Im also gonna write this in a peculiar way so I hope you get the jist of it JSJSJSJ

February 1968

“One thing you can���t imagine yourself doing?” John asked as the four friends sat in a circle, all with crossed legs and a shot of vodka in their hands.

They were playing a cliché game of truth or dare, above all things. This time it was Freddie’s turn and John was directing his question at the singer.

“Getting married.” He replied. “Just never appealed to me.”

“Neither. I don’t get why people seem to think they need a piece of paper to confirm their love to eachother? Doesn’t make sense.” Brian added, the other three nodding their heads.

May 1972

“You sure about this?” Brian whispered to his new lover, Freddie of all people.

Freddie nodded quickly. “Never been more sure about anything,” he replied whilst diving into he crook of Brian’s neck, kissing and sucking and licking.

The two had caught feelings between 1969 and 1971, neither were sure exactly when. It was something that progressed slowly but surely, and neither could have predicted they’d be in Freddie’s bed, snogging with their shirts flung across the room, about to have slow, gentle sex...

But alas, here they were, and they wouldn’t change it for the world.

August 1976

“When are you and Brian gonna tie the knot? It’s getting ridiculous.” John asked Freddie as they were packing up after their studio session.

“He doesn’t want to get married, remember? When we played truth or dare years ago and he said he never wanted to get married because he doesn’t see the point?”

Freddie had also been, not ‘against’ marriage but not particularly drawn to the idea of being stuck with someone your whole life. But his mind quickly changed once he started a life with Brian; Brian was his soulmate, he was sure, and he wanted nothing but to be his husband.

John must have read his mind; “but you didn’t like the idea of marriage either, and now look st you! You’re getting all pissy because he hasn’t proposed yet!”

Freddie just nodded sadly, knowing John was right.

“Why don’t you just propose to him yourself?”

“He’ll say no.”

“Well, you won’t find out unless you ask him, will you?”

February 1980

“This is taking the piss!” Freddie shouted, putting his head on the wall whilst having a tantrum over his desperation to marry Brian. But he hadn’t asked yet.

However, this time he was winging in front of Roger, and the drummer had just about had enough of his moaning and stood up, grasping Freddie by the wrist and leading him outside his house.

“You’re going to go home, wait for Brian and confront him about it, am i clear?!” Roger whisper yelled, holding a finger infront of Freddie’s shocked face.

Freddie just nodded at Roger’s angry gaze and quickly scrambled into his car. (I know Freddie couldn’t drive HDDJSJSJ but just let this slide i beg)

Freddie drove home and was surprised to see Brian’s car in the drive way. He had told him that he was going to spend the day at the studio. But Freddie wasn’t complaining.

“Honey i’m home!” Freddie chuckled at his cliché homecoming line, but then started to feel crappy since it was a line mostly used by married couples and Brian hadn’t bloody proposed yet!

There was no reply, only the sound of someone rushing around in the next room and a large thump which led Freddie to believe that Brian had fell over or something. He rushed to see if everything was okay, only to be greeted by Brian on one knee, holding out a little box with a glistening ring inside.

“Welcome home.” He smiled, and Freddie stopped breathing all together.

Was Brian actually proposing or was his desperate mind playing tricks on him?

“What are you doing?” The singer asked breathlessly, his heart pounding a million times a second.

“What does it look like, silly?”

Freddie’s eyes filled up with happy tears as he collapsed to the floor in front of Brian, on his knees too.

“Is this actually happening or are you taking the piss?” The crying man wondered, taking Brian’s cheeks in his hands, squeezing them softly.

Brian chuckled, looked down at the ring and back up at Freddie again. “It’s actually happening: what do you say, baby? Wanna get married?” He winked, and Freddie squealed with laughter, nodding so fast that Brian was afraid he might get whiplash.

Sepember 1981

Freddie and Brian were stood at the altar, clutching onto eachothers hands as they said their vows, not breaking eye contact once.

When John announced they were husband and husband, Freddie squealed, leaned into Brian and whispered

“You don’t know how fucking long I waited for you to propose, you nobhead. I love you.”

IVE NEVER WRITTEN FRIAN BEFORE AND IDK IF I LIKE THIS?? I THINK I DO???

[rogsclogs]

Some Day One Day (Brian May x Reader); Part 3.

Taglist: @brighter-thanthe-sky @im-a-sheerheartattack @fruityfreddie @discodeacygotmorerhythm (if you want to be added please message me privately)

to read the previous parts, just look up “Some day one day” within my tags :)

Feedback is highly highly appreciated, so I would love it if you could let me know what you think of the story so far! Thank youuuuu

Brian didn't like talking about his personal life, not in general and especially not with his students, mainly because he wanted to keep their relationship as professional and school based as possible, but also because he wasn’t too good at expressing emotions and feelings, and he didn't like when people would try to read him and figure him out regardless.

He wasn't even good at that with his ex wife, who he’d been married to for over ten years before he found her in bed with one of his colleagues on a cold and rainy September evening as he got back home from school. He’d been utterly devastated and his faith in women and people in general had crumbled before him, but he had tried to bottle all of his sadness up and not let anyone else suffer from it. Especially not his daughter, the only good thing to come out of his terrible marriage (it hadn’t always been terrible, of course. The first few years were some of the best of his life and then when Emily had come along he thought it wouldn’t get any better than that, but he didn't like to remember the good times considering how little his ex wife seemed to have cared about them).

Thinking back on it, he probably made a mistake when he proposed to Chrissie, but he really thought they’d be good for each other in the long run and he wanted his parents to be proud of him for once. They had never been, not when he got his PhD in astrophysics, not when he invited them to go see him play with his band and not when he first introduced them to their niece, so he should have just given up from the beginning, but that wasn't like him. They would much rather find something to complain about in everything he did rather than support him and love him like parents should, and because of that he was ready to give his daughter all the love he’d been lacking from his relationship with his parents and his marriage. When Chrissie left them, he had to learn how to be a dad and a mom, he had to learn how to manage his life at home and the one he had at school, how to balance all his duties and how to take care of the most precious creature he’d ever laid his eyes on, but it wasn’t an easy task and it took a toll on him, especially when she was very little, when he didn’t know what to do as she started crying or when she wanted her mommy, and he didn’t know what to tell her, so he just put on a wig and pretended to be a woman to make her laugh and to stop his own heart from aching.  The little girl was like a carbon copy of him and even though his ex wife had turned out to be a cheater, there was no doubt in his mind that Emily was his own flesh and blood, she had the same dark and thick hair that Brian himself didn't know how to tame (and he got upset when she would ask him to braid it for her and he couldn't do it, although she always assured him that it was okay) and the same curiosity as her dad, which got her in trouble every once in a while, but he was so proud and encouraging of her personality so it didn't really matter what anyone else had to say. He really loved the little girl more than he’d ever loved anything in life, so he was trying to learn a healthy way to cope with his emotions, mostly for her sake but also for his own.

So when he found himself in front of a sobbing Y/N, his paternal side came out without him even realizing as he gently sat her down on his chair and offered her a tissue to dry her tears with.

“Hey, hey, it’s fine, no need to cry, everything is okay, I promise” she nodded at him, but still couldn't stop herself from being emotional, she’d been bottling up her frustration for so long and now it was all downing on her.

“I’m sorry I raised my voice at you Y/N, can I get you anything? A glass of water?” He asked as he franticly ran his sweaty hands on his jeans out of nervousness, but she was too busy thinking about how he’d just called her by her first name to notice anything weird about his attitude. Her name sounded so sweet coming from his lips, and she was so used to being Miss Y/L/N that the change felt almost comforting to her in a way.

“No, I’m fine Mr. May, thank you, I’m sorry for being an emotional mess, I didn't mean to break down like this”

“Brian” he softly spoke after letting her wipe away her tears with a napkin he’d given her.

“Excuse me?” 

“You can just call me Brian. I mean, lecture’s over and it’s just me and you so you can call me by my first name. If you want to, of course. Or you can just stick to Mr. May, it’s fine either way” he was getting sorta flustered thinking that he might have suggested something that overstepped a boundary, and it was absolutely adorable for her to watch.

She was perplexed, but loved the idea of being on a first name basis with him, it made her feel special and she wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not, but the crush she’d been developing on him prevented her from thinking completely straight, all she could focus on was how incredibly gorgeous he looked just wearing a plain white shirt and jeans and how lucky she was to be in his presence. 

“Alright Brian, I’m so sorry for causing a scene, I’ll just go now, I have homework to finish, you know” she joked as she stood up from the chair and started collecting her jacket and schoolbag. 

“Wait Y/N, sit back down I’m not done with you” his tone was much light hearted than before but he still needed to talk to her about some serious issues, and he wanted her to understand that. 

“Yeah, right, sorry, go on”

“Stop apologizing Y/N, you’re gonna be just fine” he could tell that she was still on edge around him, so he tried his best to act friendly (not that he could ever be very intimidating, but still) and lower his voice for her.

“So, I have noticed that lately something seems to be up with you, and I’m saying this in the least offensive way possible. I mean you used to ace each test and answer all my questions in class and always have your homework done even before it was due. I literally had to stop you from answering the questions before your classmates had a chance!” They both laughed at the memories of all the times Y/N wanted to show off and get noticed by Brian, knowing the best way to do so was to be impressively smart and raise her hand multiple times during class.

“What is going on? Can you tell me about it? Talk to me, I’m your professor but I’m still a human being and I can try to understand you. We can work through this” His dark brown eyes had grown softer since the beginning of their discussion and she found herself wanting to stare into them for as long as she could, but at the same time it was hard to keep eye contact, she felt ashamed of her actions and didn't want him scrutinizing her.

“I honestly wish I had an answer Brian. I don’t know why I’ve been doing so bad lately, at some point I got lost and started to struggle and couldn't grasp the concepts we were covering in class, but I figured I could get back on track by myself y’know so I never asked for any help”

“Ah, yes, that’s where you went wrong love, you should have talked to me as soon as you noticed that some things I was talking about were not making much sense to you” 

How did he expect her to be fine with him calling her love? Her heart was pretty much beating the living shit out of her ribcage and in that moment she knew she would never crave anything else in life as much as his voice calling her that.

“Did you ever consider getting a tutor?”

She snickered at his words, even the cheapest tutors available were more than she could ever even begin to afford, and there was no way in hell that her parents would help her out.

“Yeah, I did, but while the service offered by the headmaster is cheap, I’m afraid that it’s still more than I can afford. After all, I only work in the weekends and I barely make enough to make ends meet as it is.”

“What about your parents, Y/N? Don't you have someone who could help you with that? It is for your own good after all, and it’s an investment in your future education” 

“I know that very well Brian, but you see, my parents and I don’t really see eye to eye”

Brian was somewhat shocked by her words, he knew that she was a hard working person and a good student, after all he’d gotten to see all her grades from that semester, so he wondered what exactly her parents didn't approve of about her, but he should have known better, he was always in the wrong according to his parents too. 

“They don’t love the idea of me studying astrophysics, I guess they have sorta accepted it at this point because my other option was even less plausible to them, but there's just no way I can ask for their help, they already think they're doing too much to support me and I’d never hear the end of it. Also, if they knew I was struggling I’d be in deep shit” Y/N realized that using that kind of language around Brian was probably not the wisest choice and she wanted to apologize immediately, but he looked deep in thought and unfazed by her words, so she let it go. 

He knew what the girl was talking about, he’d had to go through similar things growing up and he remembered how much those things affected him, especially as a young man who was still unsure of what his place in the world would be.

He recognized the look on her face, he’d seen it in the mirror many times before and he felt compelled to do something for her, something that could restore her faith in adults and remind her that although some days it might feel like the whole world is against you, there's still someone out there willing to believe in you and cheer you up.

“Alright Y/N, I’m about to offer something to you that I have never offered anyone before, at least not since I have started my career, and I’m not quite sure I should even be asking you this, but would you.. maybe like me to help you out?”

“Help me out?” She was confused to say the least, she didn't even know why he was being so secretive about whatever kind of help he was offering, but she was intrigued.

“Yeah, with your coursework and stuff. I could essentially tutor you, free of charge of course” he tried to hide his nerves by offering her a gleaming and charming smile, but he was secretly scared she would call him names and never talk to him again after that, he wouldn't even blame her.

On the other hand, Y/N was quite content with his proposal, her heart dancing around in her chest and doing cartwheels whenever she raised her head to look at him and found his slim figure leaning on the desk with one hand in the back pocket of his jeans and the other one gently scratching his unshaved face. She wished she could reach out and do that too.

“Have I made this uncomfortable? I’m so sorry Y/N just pretend I never said-”

“I’d love it if you could do that for me” she didn't even realize that she’d taken so long to answer although her mind was made up the second he spoke.

“You- really?” A youthful and genuine sparkle in his eye caught her attention and made her smile back at him.

“Yeah, it would be irresponsible for me to give up such an opportunity. It is very kind of you to offer that Brian, thank you”

“You’re very welcome, Y/N, anything to help you gain your interest back, I know you can go far and I fully believe in you, so if I can help you out in any way I’m more than happy to do so”

His words sounded a bit too friendly to be coming from a professor having a regular conversation with one of his students, but Y/N stopped herself before she could read too much into it, knowing that path only led to self destruction and heartbreak. He was just trying to help a student in need, he would have done it with anyone else in her situation.

“Would you like to start on Monday? Maybe take some time this weekend to go through the last few topic we’ve covered and make a list of the things you don’t understand so we can go over them together, okay? We can meet after class in my office, so from 5 to 6, would that work for you?”

“It would work perfectly, thank you again, I really don't know what to say right now”

“No need to say anything, I’m happy to make this work. Just... maybe don't tell too many people about this. I mean, we know there’s nothing sketchy going on, but some people might twist it and-”

“Our little secret is safe with me, my lips are sealed” she teased and grinned at a very flustered Brian, he didn't need to be thinking about her lips right now. She put on her jacket and grabbed her backpack then started walking to the door.

“See you on Monday Mr. May” she found that she missed calling him that after all. She pulled out a cigarette from a pack and looked for the lighter that she always lost in her huge bag filled with books and notes and bobby pins from God only knows how long ago.

“Yeah, I’ll see you on Monday. Oh, and Miss Y/L/N?” She turned around to him with a questioning look as he pulled out a yellow colored lighter from one of his pockets and handed it to her.

“Smoking kills, you should quit”

[amoristt]

Red | Nathan x Reader

disclaimer: i know nathan is not a good person. i am not putting a blanket over his actions in this fic. i, the writer, understand he’s not an innocent character and has made many terrible choices. im just answering people’s requests, please dont put me under the fire for it.

thank you.

Day 1. Anthropomorphic People. ‘The Fox’

Kicking off promptober with a nathan x reader!

obviously since it’s prompt induced this is an AU in which humans have animalistic traits! hope you guys enjoy and make sure to check out my promptober post >here< !

Warnings: animal death (minor), language, mentions of character death.

Hunting was never one of your favorite hobbies. You hated to sit and wait, not having the patience to still yourself enough so that animals could wander by. Despite knowing you needed to hunt for food you still had an issue harming the innocent animals that just happened to cross paths with you.

‘It’s the circle of life,’ Your father drilled it into your head every time he dragged you out with him. ‘Without hunters like us they’d overpopulate.’

Though you knew ultimately he was right it still felt wrong pulling the trigger, watching the animal writhe before falling a few feet away after a frantic attempt at escaping it’s fate. It was harder when you were young and could reply on your father, but now that you were all alone you learned to harden yourself just enough to get the job done.

Hidden by leaves and shifting under the summers heat you kept your eyes peeled for any signs of animal life. The sun had begun to fall over the trees, casting shadows as long as your eyes could see. Sometimes they would creep you out, make you see things that weren’t there, but mostly they just offered a nice spot out of the sun. You remembered a time when you could use sunscreen and bitterly kicked yourself for abusing it now that you had no access to the ‘inside world’. Your father, passing for a mortal, could make it in and out of town with no one noticing but you couldn’t, not with your ‘traits’. Though they were small, upon entering the city you’d be checked for anything non ‘human’.

Your father had scales on either side of his hips and on his ankles, just the right spots to be overlooked. He passed as a hunter and they let him into the city and out of it without question. You, however, were not as lucky. Scales formed beneath yours eyes, on your shoulders, along your wrists and sides. They were obvious as day, a bright blue-green that the sun would catch off of. Sometimes you thought they were pretty, watching them sparkle like gems, but other times you wished you could cut them off. At one point you almost tried, sick with grief over losing your father to an illness and not having access to a hospital. If you were mortal you could have taken him to get help, sent him to a hospital, but you couldn’t. And so, he died.  After that you tore at your scales, ripped them off despite the agonizing burn they left behind. After your meltdown of sorts you gave up. You weren’t human, you were in pain, and you were still alone. You were also bleeding with little to no medical tools.

Eventually you came to terms with it, and it was a sobering thought to realize you had no one. Sometimes ‘advocates for non-human rights’ would pay visits, leaving you boxes full of clothes, books, or other ‘non craftable’ items, but they never stopped to talk. You could hear them whispering outside your door, hushing one another as they set down the items and then scurried away. Though grateful, you wished they’d talk to you. If you had paper you’d leave them a thank you note for the clothes, especially, but mostly you just wanted someone to keep you company. Talking to the moon wasn’t doing you nearly as much justice as you wished it could.

You remembered your days hunting with your dad, him teaching you everything you needed to know incase something happened to him. You brushed him off, treated his ministrations like a pest because you never thought he’d leave you, but he did. And so, you relearned everything you tuned out.

Hunting was one of these things. It was tiresome and boring at the same time, and it left you with sunburns surrounding your cheeks and arms, but you knew it had to be done. You needed to hunt for food, and no amount of complaining would change that. You weren’t like a feline or a canine, the types who typically traveled in packs. You weren’t like the birds with thunderous wings or talons that could grab fish straight out of water. No, all you had was your useless scales and enough knowledge to scrape by without starving to death.

As evening came forth most of the heat started to die down and you could rest more comfortably, leaning back against a tree surrounded by brush with your gun at your side. Your weapon was another thing you thanked your father for: he’d taught you how to craft your own guns and the ammunition for it. They weren’t nearly as classy or high-tech as the ones in the city, but they got the job done and that was enough for you. 

Soft noises caught your attention and your body went on alert, and as you slowly rose to crouch on your feet the sound only got closer. Small twigs shifting and breaking, grass and plants moving around whatever being was growing near. It was small as far as you could tell, but your heart rate still grew at the thought of running into a predator. You may have thumbs, and you may be able to run on two legs, but there were things out there that could eat you in one bite. But, they were outside of the city zones, so they weren’t ever taken care of. Kings of the jungles, you called them. Giant feline looking creatures with long bare tails and glowing red eyes. They stalked like lions but sounded like wolves. You could hear them outside your makeshift house some nights and it filled you with terror, make you clutch your gun throughout your slumber. You didn’t have claws to defend yourself with, nor did you have a poisonous bite or really any means of defense. You’d be dead in a second.

Worried you’d come face to face with something undesirable, you swallowed thickly and listened closely, peeking through the bushes guarding you. Right in front of you a stick broke and it made you freeze, eyes widening as it moved just beyond the leaves you were looking out of. Hands clammy, finger itching on the trigger, you carefully pulled it to your chest and then slowly rose. When you saw it, you let out a silent but deep breath of relief.

A small, brown, and unassuming rabbit had found it’s way to the pile of berries you’d planted a few feet away from your hiding spot. You felt bad, raising your gun as it nibbled away carelessly, but the emptiness in your stomach overrode it.

‘Sorry.’ You thought as you fingered the trigger.

Just before you shot a quick movement made you leap back, a figure much larger than the rabbit darted out from between two trees. Before you could even react it pounced onto the rabbit, the small creature making desperate wails before they were cut off suddenly. Even though the world around you was basked in shadows you were still taken aback, watching in awe at the sight in front of you.

It was human.

Humanoid, at least. Broad shoulders but a lean frame, two legs and two arms, two hands wrapped around the still squirming body of it’s prey. That wasn’t what had you breathless, however. It was the non human traits that held you.

A long, thick and bushy tail sprouted just beneath his red shirt and above his black pants. He was like you.

Dead silent and unmoving, you guessed he hadn’t seen you yet. His back was towards you, head dipped down and arms in front of him as he finally ended his preys suffering. When he rose to sit on his knees, brushing away the dirt that had collected on his clothes, you just watched. He had pointed ears atop his brown head of hair, and you were filled with glee. He was one of your kind. For a moment he stayed there just staring ahead, and you wondered if he was alone like you of he had a family of his own.

You breathed just a bit too loudly, and the boy turned, and he was beautiful. He was all sharp angles and obvious aggression but you didn’t fear him, too captivated. His eyes, golden, scanned over your face and you knew he could see your scales. It seemed when he noted you weren’t necessarily human either, the defensive anger subsided. He brought himself to his feet, narrowed his eyes at you, grabbed his rabbit and took a few steps back. For some reason you almost reached out for him.

“Wait,” You called. “Don’t go.”

You’d barely spoken a word since your father died. Hearing your own voice felt alien, and apparently it was a mutual feeling. He eyed you, cautiously watching every single movement like suddenly he was the rabbit and you were the predator. Most of his attired was red, and you smiled.

“You’re a fox.” You stated, voice soft and spacey.

“And you’re a lizard.” He spat. You frowned, shocked by the crudeness of his tone.

“Reptilian.” You corrected him as you took a step closer. He retreated just a bit more and you realized you probably shouldn’t be as casual as you were, but something about him being there, being stuck outside the city, made you feel some sort of weird kinship. He obviously wasn’t feeling it, however.

“Doesn’t matter.” He hissed, dismissing your words and looking like he was about to dart.  

You realized how much you didn’t want to be alone, even if it meant talking to strangers. “What’s your name?”

“That doesn’t matter either.”

“I’m ___, you?”

He gawked at you incredulously, and you could see two sharp teeth jutting father than the rest. “We’re not fucking buddies,” he said. “And this rabbit,” He held up the animal dead in his hands. “Is mine.”

“You can have it,” You answered quickly, trying to think of a way to make him stay. “Just- Let me make it for you. I used to cook for my dad all the time.”

“Used to?” his eyes narrowed again. “He’s dead?”

You swallowed at the painful memories but nodded nonetheless. “Yeah. Yours?” He scoffed.

“I wish.”

“You shouldn’t wish things like that.”

“You don’t know shit about my dad, got it?”

A shaky breath left your lips. He was getting mad, you could hear it in his tone, and you were starting to get anxious. You wanted him to leave since he seemed like he was much more trouble than he was worth, but something in you wouldn’t let him. The thought of going back to your shack and never saying another word again felt so lonely. You were suddenly aware of the fact that since you now knew there were others in your area, you’d never be comfortably alone talking to the moon.

“Don’t go.”

He stared at you. “We don’t know each other.”

“We could.”

“Maybe I don’t know wanna’ know you. Obviously you’ve got some fucked up stuff going for you and I don’t want any part of it.”

“And you don’t?” You asked, shoulders tensing. “Doesn’t sound like everythings sweet on your side either.”

“Hey,” He barked suddenly. “Don’t talk about me like you know me. You don’t.”

“Then let me get to know you. Our kind should stick together, shouldn’t they?”

The boy actually laughed at your words, shaking his head. “Don’t pull that shit. Our kind are loners and you know it.”

You looked down at your feet, frowning. “Maybe I don’t want to be a loner anymore.”

A breeze rustled the leaves overhead as he didn’t answer, and when you peeked a look at him it was a different expression than it had been moments ago. It was somber, maybe even empathetic, so you took your chances in speaking again.

“Let me cook that for you. You can have all of it just-... Talk to me.”

“Fox and a lizard. You’re that lonely, huh?” He scoffed, and you sighed in defeat. Retillian. 

The rabbit was tossed forward, landing with a ragdoll thud by the bushes in front of you. You looked up at him curiously, and he stared back with unreadable eyes. However, his tail moved in interest. Drawn back to his face, you were once again caught off guard by how pretty he was. He had such a pointed expression but you found yourself unable to look away. He grew anxious on his feet.

“Maybe next time.” He said plainly before turning on his heel.

“Wait,” You made a move to chase after him but he rose a hand to stop you.

“I said next time. Don’t fucking follow me or you’ll regret it.” He began to disappear into the trees and you watched him while feeling a pit form in your gut. “By the way,” He kept moving but spoke louder. “My name’s Nathan.”

Though you wanted to chase after him you stayed put, watching him almost dissolve into the thick brush until there was nothing left but you, nature, and the dead rabbit lying near your feet. An emptiness crept into your chest and your shoulders slumped at you grabbed the rabbit, happy you had a meal for the night but still feeling like you’d lost what was important.

But, as his name and image bounced around in your head, you couldn’t help but smile. Though he was gone and you still knew little to nothing about him, somehow some part of you knew you’d see him again.

The world around you suddenly felt just a bit bigger.

[oddlymysteriousphoenix]

#61 12:59am May 14

I will update when it's a good time to do so. As of now, I will simply post my update on all my friends in which who I can recall and will do what I can to do it right. Here we go~ (List will be in random order) -Mom- We're doing pretty good, nothing BAD exactly, she does annoy me from time to time with her demands such as cleaning up my room when it's going to be a huge mess anyway. Since awhile ago, she wants to get a grill from the money of my dad and I, hah... I don't hate her, I mean, we all have flaws and that's okay. She's going to go celebrate Mother's Day with her friends, including ''Konni'' (I don't know how to spell her name, but she's the aged woman who introduced me to sushi and I feel in love with it from the start.) But yeah, there's that. -Dad- We're always on good terms, never have we once been at odds with each other, he'll be coming down here soon for my graduation. I hope I'm able to spend more time with him as I aim to go on my own sometimes eventually. Not saying I won’t have contact with them, just being out of their influence would be nice. He's still up working on roofs and such, great worker he is. We continue to call each other every day, it has been a thing since I was little as my parents divorced when I was young and we all lived in Miami at the time. If only he lived closer so I could visit him, I would if I could. -Dj A.K.A. Jacob- Since the last time my mom and I went out to a nearby sushi restaurant, Dj and I have been talking again now. Which is wonderful as I still recall weekends where I literally had no one to game with, so yeah. We're still on good connections, we chatted last night as he and our friend (I’ll call him Party as it's part of his gamertag, new guy to me on Xbox) were playing Overwatch. Anyway, yeah, he's doing pretty good over there, I haven't heard him complain about anything of his life, yet. We all get there from time to time. I look forward into talking more, not to sound clingy, we just go way back into the days of Reach. -Seeker A.K.A. Jared- Ah, I miss the dude. Favorite catholic friend, not that religion matters, anyway, I haven't spoken to him since ages ago. I asked Dj on what has been going on with him and he told me he's still busy with work and such, but he's still going well. I wonder how he has been doing though, I miss him. We go way back as well, to Reach. Maybe sooner or later I'll get in reach with him, although he is busy very often from what I can recall and he has his own group of ''goons'', it's worth a nice try. What can go wrong? -Erin A.K.A. Goodbye Delilah- Quick clarification, long ago Erin told me she changed her name to Lilah, but everyone still called her Erin so I'm left to guess it was a ''phase'' of a name in a way. So, I no longer have any connections with her anymore. I texted her and she was insane again. She made accusations that weren't true, saying things such as I left her for cancer and I never loved her, so on so on. I took screenshots of what she was saying to me, notifying her that I was doing so as snapchat does that, she went on saying go for what I desire, don't bitch about it and telling me I shared shit for attention, mostly what she said from the pictures of what I took. Then she removed me right after, so poof! She is now gone. Honestly, I'm not disturbed or shocked, not at ease either. Yet, I am a bit relieved I don’t have to deal with her anymore. -Jessica A.K.A. School Buddy- Jessica and I are still talking to each other, even though we don't chat at all outside of class, we still manage to kill time together in class like this past week watching unique videos on YouTube in which are too complex to be explained for the simple minded. ''The pipe is leaking''. She now has a girlfriend too, can't be on school property and she's a dropout too. Dropping out doesn’t matter to me, but I never would have guessed Jessica would date the girl from what I have seen of her. She works at Walmart, I think, eh, whatever makes her happy. -Gabby A.K.A. Goth girl from South Carolina (Or somewhere near there)- Yeah, uh, we simply stopped talking to me as she went off on me saying I was a bad person and I made fun of her for a condition she has, I honestly don’t recall that. She also said I talk about others too much and that she doesn’t need more ''half assed friends'' to be around her. I can't say much about it, I'm not here to please everyone. Although she sees my snapchat story from time to time and I still have her on Instagram, I have nothing against her at all. I know I have flaws. I hope she's doing alright whatever she is up to. -Molly A.K.A. Mollyboo- We haven't formally spoken to each other in a too long of a time. Although we have a streak going on, that also recently died so we're back to square one, her and I don't chat as we used to. From moments passing by me, I feel like I was a cushion for her. I'm not saying she's a bad person, no she's not. All I'm saying is that things haven’t been the same for us. Which is a shame because I enjoyed skyping her when I didn’t have anyone else around. Molly has been with her friends more often recently, her life isn't perfect obviously, as everyone, she is struggling with a few things, but I believe in her where I feel she can get through it all. Uncertain if we'll even meet up during the summer, but that's okay, I just want the best for her. -Alyssa A.K.A. Ex Gothic Succubus-I'm afraid to declare that her presence has gone missing from my life awhile after my birthday. She's been going through a lot, with the possible pending deaths of her relatives, she has been occupied. I do not know what she's facing up to right now, but for sure I wish her the best. I'm not afraid to admit that I miss her, just ashamed on the way our relationship ended. Time will tell if she returns or not, she always does this from time to time being busy and such. I'm not blaming her disappearance on her, we're not even dating anymore so why should I expect her to come back instantly? Anyway, can’t say much about her since she's away at the moment. I sent her voice messages from time to time, maybe she'll hear them one day. I hope so, I have countless voice messages of her on my phone. -Rose A.K.A. One Year Crush- The impact of her thorns hasn’t healed at all. Ah, oh well, she's still dating that one nice looking guy. They went to prom together and they looked like a cute couple. Even though she said it could’ve been better, she still enjoyed it. I miss her. Of course, she's dealing problems from within herself and her family from what I have been seeing. It hurts to watch and if I could look away I wouldn’t as I care for her. Uncertain if we'll meet up for the summer to be honest, she hasn't texted me since my birthday. I still leave her voice messages from time to time, never expecting a reply back. Some say move on, some say hang on, I say woebegone. Since Reach we go back too, I don't want to loose what's part of my world. After all, more and more of it is becoming a memory rather than reality. -Angel A.K.A. Tall Mexican- Another surprise, we haven't talked at all. He's been focusing on work and with his girlfriend which is great and all, just wish we would hang out more. He still lives here, he still posts stuff that I see and he's more than alive surely. Joyful he's not, but he's getting somewhere, good guy he is. -Nara A.K.A. Gone Girl- Ever since the last time we met, we haven't texted. I know of recent she posted a pic with her boyfriend, so they're dating. I’m not jealous, only upset that she suddenly disappeared from my life like I was some paper airplane that was around only to be thrown away from her. Ah, oh well. No idea what she is up to. -Jaden A.K.A. Suicide Girl- Jaden and I are talking, but only in school. In no way do I desire to talk to her out of school and we haven't. Classless I am on her talking to me again in chorus when she hasn't before, wouldn’t even make eye contact. She mainly talks to this girl ''Ericca'' (Don’t know the spelling of her name) who has a ton of problems, but we all do so I won’t complain about that. There's that. -Grace A.K.A. Edgy Misguided Wiccan- Not much to say about her besides her unreasonable ways of living and her choice of people she surrounds herself with like having a best friend that's 13 doing drugs and dating a guy who snorted Doritos for a dare. Makes me wonder why I'm picked over these people, ugh. She has her hair black since recent. I was invited to a group chat just this week by her and I was kicked out ''yesterday'' because I disliked a band, I got upset and told her I won’t be coming back. Argh, whatever. I'll be gone soon. -Abby A.K.A. Switching Genders Friend- Ill use she to make it easy. Anyway, her and I have been okay. Not much talking between us, most memorable conversation between us as of this year was us arguing about her flying to live with her boyfriend who lives in Texas. Again, not a bad person. She desperately wants to leave Florida, I feel her. She's going to graduate soon as I am, which is nice. Tried texting her a few hours ago, she didn't feel like talking, I hope she's okay. -Andy A.K.A. I'm Not In Lesbians With You- Andy and I have come down to simply meeting up for a minute or two together walking to her bus and saying good bye with a quick hug. She's still cute and all, but it's not meant to be. Not saying that I desperately wanted to be with her, but at a time where Rose was all I could hold in my mind, I thought she would be the water to wash it away and have her take the place. Im completely aware this isn’t how love works, duh in a way. Besides, our lives are completely different. Anyway, she's out all the time with friends or family, or talking about Attack on Titan saying how Armin is her cush. So, yeah. There's that. -Siena A.K.A. Celebrity Spirit of Miami- Girl from Omegle that lives in Miami. Her and I dont chat as much as I wish, but that's fine. She usually says she's busy with life and ''a lot has been going on'', from what I know she gets called a whore a ton and I don't see her like that as all. Odd to think of it. She is attractive, yeah, but I don't really know much about her despite us knowing each other for a good amount of months. She's great at singing and practices plays, I hope all goes well for her. She deserves it even with her flaws. -Kaylee A.K.A. No Personality Girl- Nothing to say besides her always posting pictures of herself barely smiling or posting pictures of her pets. I would talk to her, but I never feel like she wants to talk to due to her responses. Also, not a bad person, just not a good connection between her and I. I mentioned her long ago as I wrote an entry saying I don’t mean everything literally, some is ranting some is ''blah blah'', I recall she couldn’t let that go because of it. I know I’m not important to her, oh well. -Kayla A.K.A. I Always Wear My Boyfriend's Graduation Ring- Kayla is in the hospital from what I know. She got a kidney stone, if I can remember correctly since it is so late I’m just passing my thoughts onto the screen. Before that, she went to a concert that was very far away and not in Florida, she managed to be with her boyfriend at the time. This was going around when prom was. She got sunburned. I helped her out with our homework for sociology but she didn’t come to day she was said to. I will say I feel like I irritate her sometimes, but maybe that's just me. -Marielle A.K.A. Guatemala Fire- We've been talking a lot for many months, well, this year so far. She recently got grounded by her ungrateful mother. She's not happy to be in Guatemala and wishes to get out of there. She's a sweet girl, smart too, she's learning how to code and working in an office. She's not there everyday and we're not able to skype, but I consider her close to me. So yeah. -Daphine A.K.A. Cloud Exhaler- So long gone that she might as well be out of this universe ever since she got a boyfriend. No clue what's going on with her. It seems the cycle of our friendship ended as she would tend to come back and be distant over and over. She has had a rough past and I can only hope it gets smoother as time erodes life. -Rayanna A.K.A. College Life- She's doing fine, her life has been lightened up by her boyfriend. Gosh, if only I could be that happy. Whenever I text her, she never fails to mention she's doing something in relation to him like being there with him or waiting for him to come over. Sweet relationship from my point of view. -Victoria A.K.A. Nordic Artist- Havent chatted in ages, taken away by her perfect boyfriend. Tried texting her long ago, she seemed very uninterested. I don’t mind, she seems happier and that's great compared to her past.   -Stori A.K.A. G's Girl- Again... Long time no chat, seen her talking with G, Skitz and another guy in parties sometimes over Xbox. Which is a shame since Dj and I never get invited to them. Ah... Sucks, but so be it. G has taken up all the space for everyone else and Stori can go on for months not talking to someone so I guess she thinks Im fine or something. I'm only irritated a bit about it, she has a nice character, one of the most innocent people I know, intelligent too. She's not clueless, she just doesn’t act in a certain way which makes her seem classy, I guess. I’m so tired. -Sheyla A.K.A. Miserable Medical Girl- She's in college going into the medical field. We don’t talk at all, only once but that was ages ago. She seems to be doing well, I have her sister in my sociology class, Sheyla is a lot better compared to her, the sister is awfully annoying. -Jenna A.K.A. Las Vegas's Light- Jenna and I have been texting throughout the day, very enjoyable person to talk to. She's been to many ''cons'' and she's sweet. She's very busy often which sucks, but that's life. We tried staying up Friday, but she fell asleep pretty soon. She had to do a lot today and tomorrow or whatever day this weekend. She works at this place for old people, taking care of them and such.

I would definitely name more, but I am too exchanged to go on. Maybe I’ll add on more soon, as of now, good night.

- 2:54Am

[shyrose57]

Brothers anon, sorry this keeps taking me a while to send, been very busy lately.

He only had a hunch at first he was his ancestor but later talking with Karl confirmed it. I have yet to decide, I think he probably will just so I can focus more on the current events and not his past. 

He solely relys on his instincts when around other endermen. Although when around Ran he relys more on his social interaction skills. Though he still does certain things (like no eye contact, he leaves two blocks for Ran as a show of care and harmlessness, and sometimes warbling at Ran) due to his instincts. For other enderman it generally works out well, they mostly leave Ranboo alone anyway. But for Ran, he doesn't care much.

He is aware of Enderwalk Ranboo, mostly cause Phil warned him about it. His interactions with Enderwalk Ranboo are mostly Enderwalk Ranboo entering his room and trying to get close to Ran only for Ran to really full heartily growl and lash out at him when he gets close. Then Enderwalk Ranboo whines and leaves. Ranboo is hesitant but welcoming and open to Ran all the time, mostly because holy shit its another enderman hybrid, he thought he was the only one! And Ranboo can tell the two share a bit of similarities but mostly just thinks its because there both enderman hybrids. 

Karl manages to convince the Artic Commute to leave the two alone and once they leave starts to question Ran. Only to pretty often get cut off by him asking a retaliation question. Ran is angry and desperately wants to know everything, Karl is scared and wants to know everything Ran knows. So they eventually come to a agreement where Karl asks a question, Ran answers then he asks a question and Karl answers that. After a while of this they come to an agreement to wait til Ran is fully healed to start to find a way to get him back. And in the meantime Karl'll explain his timetravel stuff and how Ran got here, hoping to get the Commute to agree to help them find a way to get Ran home. 

A mix of annoyed, angry, relieved, and homesick (cause Tubbo reminds him of Jackie). Bit of both, he wants to know whats going on and where Ran came from, but is also just curious about the other hybrid. Tubbo heads to the Artic cause Ranboo hasn't been over at all in weeks, keeps saying he's to busy and how something interesting happened at the Artic. So Tubbo gets tired of it and decides to head over to find out whats keeping Ranboo from visiting. Ye medic Eret, I was originally thinking of medic Bad but I think I may try to include the Egg in this somewhere so he's not a option. They have a mutual relationship, no one there really has a reason to dislike him or to heavily like him, but they all get along whenever they meet. Eret learns by Phil contacting him for help, cause while Techno and Phil both know some health knowledge they don't know enough to properly treat Ran and make the call to call in Eret to help, both trusting them enough to keep this secret between all of them. Karl learns because of Eret actually, Eret comes to Karl for help to see if he has any enderman biology books and half handly mention how a enderman needs help, leading to Karl asking if its Ranboo or Edward, the no he gets in response alarms him enough to back Eret into a corner and force him to tell him who was there that needed help. All Eret said was a dark enderman with green eyes, which reminds Karl of Ran and gets him panicked enough to go see if its him. Tubbo knows cause he gets impatient of waiting for Ranboo to vist so he vists with no warning, leading to him meeting Ran while looking for Ranboo. Its kept hush hush cause their all unsure of how the rest of the SMP would react to having Ran there, especially when it's revealed he's from the future. 

He did. He's not having fun. Karl used too but not anymore since he's time travled so much he's gotten used to it.

Partially, he understands all common though is only able to speak a medium amount, mostly due to his mouth and vocal cords are just unable to make some words or sounds needed to speak it. When that happens they basically play charades. He is still Technos roommate and is happily helping Ranboo in anyway he can. 

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They steal anything they can get their grubby hands on. It actually goes pretty well as well shockingly. They mostly steal anything that looks expensive, though they manage to find a bunch of raw material like gold, iron, and even diamonds and steal all of that. And they get far enough no one can find them at first. 

Thats exactly what happened, they make eye contact, hear a ruckus from nearby, make eye contact again, then fucking book it away from the sounds. 

The most trouble the group makes is when Grievous makes fun of Porkums hat and gets punched for it. 

Honestly with all the wars and battles that go on in the SMP he probably doesn't even bat a eye, its probably normal for him. 

First thing Jackie does is complain about everyone being taller than him. I imagine Pogtopia being abandoned for years hasn't left it in a very stable state. So Jackie just steps in the wrong place and gets sent tumbling down, with rocks falling after trapping him. 

All happened after they met Karl, but all happened at different times. So for example, the Wild West where thrown back 3 years after meeting Karl. While for the Haunted Mansion crew, they where thrown back months after meeting Karl. Even though they've all met him before their reactions are slightly different depending on how long ago they met Karl. Again for example Sherman and Jon Jon greeted Karl like a old friend and were happy to see him again. While all of the Haunted Mansion crew greeted Karl with questions as they more recently saw him so didn't feel the need to say hello. Cause Isaac and Karl are both in Kinoko Kingdom, where Karl holds all of his books about the time travel journeys, Karl is able to bring Isaac to the books and show him the City of Mizu Book, along with the others that explain who they people he was with where. Plus Isaac just doesnt really have a reason to not believe Karl as he has never lied to him or anything.

Im guessing you mean after the search party is formed, then its actually Ran found first since he's so close. Karl has to try to convince Ran to join them so they can count him as found and then take him to a holding type area. Ran refuses at first and Karl gives him a ultimatum that he either goes with them and gets to go home or stays here forever. He eventually agrees to come with if he gets to search with them, and reluctantly Karl agrees. Karl does what any of the Tales people joining them on their search, but much to his dismay more people insist on joining them. Ran also actually has information on the Bandits but refuses to give it until they find Jackie, cause he has a bad feeling that something happened to him. Ran actually has his left hand bandaged cause a massive piece of glass went through his hand. Jackie will eventually get his arm in a sling due to a broken bone. Ranbulter and James suffer hypothermia and have to be taken care of by Bad (the Egg doesn't exist in this au). Zack slips trying to get away from the Bandits and twists his ankle. Sherman breaks a finger trying to get out of the ravine. And Benjamin gets a slash on his leg after trying to run from Drowned and getting grazed by the trident. Both sides goals are getting back home. Though it's harder for the Tales cause not all of them get along. Karl gets worn down over time and slowly becomes more distressed and hopeless about getting them home. And all the stress builds up til he just snaps and sadly, quite a few people are in the line of fire when he snaps.

From Future To Past AU:

What led to him suspecting Ranboo to be his ancestor?

Do certain blocks have certain meanings, then? For Endermen?

Enderboo sounds very sad and put-out. How is he generally in this AU, seeing as Phil's aware of his existence at the least? How does Ran feel about his visits, and what are his thoughts on when it happens? Are Ender hybrids rare in general, if he's so surprised to see another one?

How'd Karl convince him? How do the two currently view each other, and what were their previous interactions beforehand, if Ran's reaction to him was so upset, and Karl was spooked? How do they get along after?

How does the rest of the Arctic react to Tubbo's presence, and how do our two Endermen feel about the possible tension-considering Ranboo's closeness to Tubbo, and Ran being reminded of Jackie. What are you thinking, egg-wise? Why does Eret go to Karl for books? Is his library well-known?

So Karl could possibly help Ran out with the effects? Or is at least aware of them? Or no?

Charades with them all sounds like so much fun, honestly. Can you imagine it?? And good! We need more Edward around!

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Tip Of The Iceberg AU:

Good for them. Do they end up having to return the stuff later, or no?How does it go when Las Nevadas realizes who the thieves are?

Common sense isn't dead! Huzzah! Absolutely hilarious image though.

Good for Porkums, honestly.

That is also true! And really funny image, once again. Eret's just like- 'ah, my window, mysteriously broken. Again. Absolutely shocking. Whatever will I do.' Completely deadpan while they pull out supplies from a chest kept nearby for this exact thing.

Everyone else: Where are we? Are we in danger? What happened?

Jackie: How dare you all be taller than me.

That's not good though. How do they and the others react to that?

Have certain events of the Tales been altered then? Seeing as some of them would be dead otherwise? Or were they revived when they were thrown back in time?

How do all the Smp members react to these random people who popped up seeming to know Karl? 'never lied to him' implies Issac knows Karl a bit more beyond just meeting him now, so what's with that? Is he just naturally trusting of him, or do they know each other?

How does that first interaction go, not just between Karl and Ran, but with the others with them? What information does he have on the bandits, and how did he get it? Similar past as before, seeing as Jackie remains so important to him?

Poor Tales. None of them are having fun, huh? Where are they all housed after this, and what are relationships like as of now? Do the groups stick together from era, or with whoever they just get along with best? How do they interact with certain Smp members?

And what happens both during and in the aftermath of Karl snapping?