#also viole needs a hug

[dimobserver]

[verymuchablog42]

i would like to know. your downton abbey thoughts.

oh em gee i have so many thoughts

for anyone who has not seen the downton abbey series, there will be spoilers!! watch ouT!!!

where to start?? i just really adored this show and how organic the storytelling was. i have yet to see either of the films, though they are on my list. i'm just gonna start spouting out random stuff and hope it's coherent lol

My ranking for the sisters: Sibyl, Mary, Edith (tho i did like her little journalism plot, overall can't stand edith. she reminds me of my oldest brother LMAO)

favorite ships: i loved matthew crawley very very much, loved him with mary. i always thought the relationship between lady and lord grantham was very sweet. i was very moved when carson and mrs hughes got married. i think mr and mrs bates were such a good pairing. i remember watching the first season and thinking sibyl and the handmaid she helped get a job had tension lmao (not really a ship, but worth mentioning)

favorite chracters: VIOLE, TOM, george and sibbie, isis, mrs hughes, cora (my mom actually named our dog cora bc of lady grantham lol), mary, matthew, anna

one moment of the show that always comes back to me is when george and sibbie reunite. i love the little hug they have, it's just so sweet. i'm a sucker for little kids in general, they're just so pure

i cried at several different points during this show. matthew's death hit me hard. isis's death also hit me pretty hard. i loved all the different weddings we got to see, those were also moving. i remember crying when Carson was sick and mary was visiting him and he was talking about how she's a good person at the end of the day and just how perfectly that moment summed up their whole relationship

i think violet crawley may be one of the greatest characters of all time. she was so witty and perfectly written and performed. big fan of maggie smith!!

this show was able to pull in a lot of different story plots and highlight tons of different people without ever feeling convoluted or rushed or fumbled, it was so well done. overall it's one of my favorites!!

this is so all over the place and none of this makes any sense </3 but i hope you like this lol

thank you for asking me about my downton thoughts rj, please talk to me any time you need to talk about downton abbey!!!

[dreamindolls]

Not sure if requests are open but if so could you uh do some poly relationship headcannons with Khun, Bam and the reader? 😳👉👈 only if you’re cool w it thanks xx

bam and khun absolutely love you

Bams more the sweet and holding hands type and making sure you're OK and comfy

Khuns the type to take all three of you out on dates and plan everything and spoil you both 

You're the one in the middle when it's cuddle time or y'all are going to bed

They both hug you from both sides and you gotta sleep on your back if you wanna hold them with or pick one to hold for the night

Your placement for the team doesn't really matter since khun always has a plan and you guys are the big three of the tower and your powers should be feared

But little does everyone know that y'all are in a relationship and are the best one around

I feel like you would've gotten with khun first and both of you made a plan to ask bam to be in a poly relationship 

Or you asked both of them or khun asked both of you

Honestly I'm not sure

But hey now all three of you are together

You like to hold hands with them and khun will kiss both of your guys hands if he needs to leave and if he's feeling it especially or he's gonna be gone long he'll give you both good-bye kisses

Bam will also give goodbye kisses but they're on the forehead

I imagine at first bam would be embarrassed by kisses and hugs from behind but after awhile bet that he would start to do them no shame

Gives you and khun kisses when he feels like it and just holds you from behind even if you're talking to people 

Maybe maybe kisses your neck 👀

And khuns too but he'll tease him back

Both you and bam probably met khun around the same time at the floor of tests

And man can we just say

Both of you were so weak for khun when he put his hair up

He probably noticed and started wearing it up more

Just to get a kick out of it

But not too often cause it loses its effect

Also you wanna fluster khun back??

when he's got his hair up kiss his neck

You also hug them from the back cause it's nice to hug them they're so warm and comforting and they make you feel safe

But sometimes you gotta just hug them from the front cause it's nice to be held

I think khun and bam when they realize you don't tease them back or rather just get really embarrassed by their teasing

They would absolutely both go for you and kiss you and tell you loving things to see how embarrassed you get

Bam feels a little bad cause you just get so flustered you can't even speak and you just hide your face

Khun thinks it's entertaining and wants to do it more

Would y'all go all the way? Probably—

Y'all are just best friends with a lot of teasing and picking at each other 

SSPPOILERS FOR ANIME ONLYS BUT—

I feel like after those 7 years of bam being gone after y'all reunite you have to hold bams hand for as long as you can

Obviously not during fight but you gotta be attached to him somehow cause you would be scared he'd leave again

And you would probably have gone with khun to take care of roachel

But you never went to see her because of what khun told you

And you just held hands with khun and always had something of his on you

Maybe you took his ribbon and it's part of your accessories now

You wish you had something of bams but there's really nothing

Khuns team probably would've teased you for being in love with and clingy to khun but you just tell them it's for different reasons than they think

But you are in live with him bhts embarrassing to admit especially when he would probably hear you

The incident at the hand of Arlene probably freaked you out a lot at the thought of losing khun too and you rushed to find him at the rubble

You went with violes team with khun and stood by his side

You didn't talk with them or anything just kept worrying about khyn and trying to think what you could do to help him and you're so happy to see khuns OK and he's already coming up with plans what to do next

I think you'd probably cry or just get Really happy when you find out bams alive

Just hug khun for a long time and cheer that he's alive and you guys will be able to see him again

He hugs you back being happy but also a little bit sceptical and also worried if it is bam

When y'all see each other again at the workshop khun tells you to not cheer for bam or anyone

No one can know that's bam and they have a plan to help him get out of fug

Plans go along well and eventually the fight with reflejo comes along and you couldn't wait to get out of there and finally be able to calm down with everyone 

Shisu and everyone knows bams "death" hit you and khun the most so they all share the sentiment 

After everything's over and you're all on the ship out of there you just go to hug bam despite his injuries just happy he's been alive this whole time and you got to see him again

Not so happy when you have to leave each other for another year to train before the hell train

I think you'd find something of bams or something to keep on more

And so on and so forth for the story- I'm sorry I'm dying writing this,,, also anime onlys won't be able to read but also mostly just can't stop thinking about floor of tests

[bbnibini]

Fresh Air (Mammon, Lucifer, Belphegor)

Night had been unwelcoming of slumber. Closing your eyes only made it harder to breathe. Lingering were his hands around your neck, making you remember his hatred and his intent. It had all been a blurry memory now. Forgiveness was given, penance was done; but it did not erase the suffocating air in your dreams, dragging your heavy eyes back to consciousness. To reality: its ugly past now swept under a rug. It feigned its non-existence in fake smiles and wary glances.

You wished it would stop. The air was fresh and breathable in the comfort of daytime, or the best of what daytime could offer in a sunless realm such as Devildom. Sometimes, the scent of Satan’s cooking lingered in the air, along with a hint of perfume you smell on Asmo as he laughingly kisses your cheek when you doze off for too long. 

“Sit with me, darling!” He would pull you by the hand, marvelling in the Devilgramable meal on the table (his personal request from Satan, no doubt). The air would still for a while as you felt his eyes on you, and you would feign a smile. 

. 

. 

. 

. 

. 

. 

They should never know. Not when everything is forgiven. 

At least that was what you did almost all the time. One particularly suffocating night, with purple eyes gazing at you for a little too long–you felt yourself breathe again once Lucifer called your name in concern. 

“Is something wrong?" 

The meat pie tasted salty that night–soggy from its filling perhaps, not that you had any right to judge. You smelled Asmo’s perfume next to you and felt his hand on the back of your head, making soothing strokes. He was warm, you surmised. You felt like a flower in his firm yet gentle hold. The sound of your spoken name was so pleasant that you couldn’t help but close your eyes.

"Oi, back off from them!" 

You were pulled by the shoulder, calloused hands holding yours, uncharacteristically unabashed. Mammon’s free hand wiped the wet corner of your eyes. 

"C'mon. Let’s get outta here.”

Where was here? It took you a while to remember. Mammon’s presence did make you forget about your particularly unsatisfying helpings of soggy pie that dinnertime. Lucifer however, remembered your curfew for you. You noticed his pair of obsidian-red eyes gazing at you, weirdly subdued as he noted your calming breaths in Mammon’s embrace. 

The reminder was gentle, his eyes at the entrance door expectant and tolerating. 

“Don’t come home too late, you two.”

Even Mammon was surprised. He looked at your tear-stained face with wide eyes, lips curving in a toothy grin as he came to his senses. 

“You heard ‘em! Let’s get outta here!" 

"No casinos, gambling or any sort of nightly activities. Prioritise their safety.”

“Tch.”

The exchange made you smile a bit to yourself. 

“Woah…”

Walking to get there was tiring, but worth it. What awaited you was a cliffside filled with flowers. The sound of waves crashing into boulders were muted below you, with a picturesque bird’s eye view of a city peeking faraway in the vast ocean. 

“Pretty, ain’t it? Stop standin’ around and come over here!” he patted the empty space next to him, his seated figure illuminated by devil lamp grass. It was a pretty purple colour, and highlighted the beauty of the vast, star-littered sky.

Your tears have long dried, puffy yet filled with childlike wonder. You looked up at the sky with the same expression. “I can see a sunglass up there!" 

Mammon’s chest puffed up in pride. "Guess who owns that?”, he pointed at the constellation overhead. 

“No way…" 

"Yes way, and I just so happen to be generous today so you can share it with me. But just for this night!" 

"Mammon…”

You didn’t expect to be hugged from the side. He made you lean on his shoulder, feeling his warmth. “Yeah.” He said your name. 

“I’m here.”

And just with that, you understood. His relaxed breaths next to you were calm and reassuring. 

“Thank you, Mammon." 

You heard him splutter on his words. The calm breaths were no more. "D-don’t get conceited now! I didn’t do this just for you!" 

"But I was part of the reason?" 

You saw his face flush adorably, pretending not to hear your teasing inquiry. "If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s fine. We can stay here all night.”

“Was I that obvious?” Mammon had always been good at reading people. You were aware it was a stupid question. “I didn’t want to feel this way.”

“Mhm. It shows. Why force yourself though?" 

You shrunk in his arms, covering your face with both hands in shame. "I shouldn’t be afraid. Not anymore. But…I can’t help it sometimes. I don’t want him to get hurt.”

Despite your vagueness, he had a look of understanding on his face. “The more you control your fear, the more it’ll consume ya. I know you don’t want to hurt 'em, but bottlin’ that up ain’t healthy.” He patted your head. 

“But…”

Your name was spoken as he breathed out, while you had been holding your own. You had to admit though that having someone understand made you breathe a little easier. You were glad that he was here. 

“Forgiveness doesn’t mean oblivion. You can’t go back to the way things were. Things have changed, and so did him and you. What matters is that you chose to see Belphie eye-to-eye.”

“Do you think he knows?" 

"Dunno,” he answered honestly. “You need to ask him.” He turned to you, his palm still resting on the top of your head. “You ready for that?" 

You shook your head. 

"You don’t have to be. It’ll come naturally. Until then…” He was stuttering at his words. 

“Until then?" 

His flushed face was adorable. You had to strain your ears to hear the whisper of his words. 

Despite his protests, he accepted your cheek kiss of gratitude (albeit flusteredly). You remembered looking up at the sky with him for a very long time before your thoughts finally drifted away to the sleep your breathlessness had denied you for several nights. The last thing you saw was Mammon’s soft gaze.

”…you have me.“ 

An angel? It sounded like one. It was a beautiful song. You struggled to open your eyes to know its source. Heavy-lidded, you looked at your surroundings, seeing your familiar bedroom. Memories of Mammon carrying you back to Lamentation after you slept peacefully in his arms became vivid in your half-asleep state. 

The music stopped as you spotted a familiar pair of obsidian-red. He covered his mouth with his closed fist and cleared his throat as you met eyes. "You’re awake.”

It seemed like your “angel” didn’t want to be seen. Cheekily, you replied. He saw something in you that caused his eyes to narrow and his lips were curved into a smile. 

“I had to know who was singing.”

“Let me guess: the voice of an angel?" 

You paled. "D-did I say it out loud?" 

Laughter. Equally angelic as his melodious songs. You wondered if he would reprimand you if you say it out loud. "No, but your face says it all.”

“It’s lovely.”

You thought he would get angry. Instead, he looked gentle. His eyes were soft as he looked at you. For a fraction of a second, you seemed to have hallucinated a pained expression from him. “I get that a lot. That’s why I stopped.”

His answer didn’t make sense. If he stopped then why…

“Why are you singing for me?" 

He seemed to like your confident answer, a mirror to his own representative sin. "And what makes you think I’m singing for you?" 

"Can I get my hug now?" 

He sighed when you didn’t answer his question. Then again…he also didn’t answer yours. 

It was strange. It was the same darkness as you closed your flickering eyes, deprived of dreams since that day— so why…

…why was his face so gentle when he looked at you? Pained by the feather softness of his touch, you shied away and forced a smile. 

Everything was fine. If there was anyone who could be blamed for your feelings right now, it was entirely yourself. Your fault. After all, how could you tell yourself that you have forgiven someone when the very sight of them frightened you? 

Belphegor looked especially beautiful under the purplish veil of the sky, even with the melancholy painfully obvious  in his eyes. He offered his hand to you in that gentle dream, repentant perhaps for what had happened. You didn’t bother to know. Perhaps, even that thought was false security as well. 

"Take my hand. The view is better over here.”

You couldn’t breathe. The sight was too beautiful for an ugly you who couldn’t ever let go. 

You could only feel those gentle hands around your neck, twisting, tightening, blurry eyes, staining tears on your cheek as you tried to let out a sound. 

Someone. 

Anyone. 

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Your name. 

Your name. 

Your name! 

It was the sound of your name that woke you up. You were breathless, sweating all over—enough to sting your eyes and close them shut. Your name was spoken again, a shaky voice holding you so gently that you couldn’t almost feel him. 

“You’re okay, you’re okay…”

But he was there. He was there. The fragile way he held you in his arms, breathlessly uttering your name caused a storm to brew in your already troubled heart. 

So he couldn’t breathe too. So you weren’t alone. 

Your heart was beating so fast. Your body was urging you to pry yourself away from him. So you would live. So you wouldn’t be deceived. So you wouldn’t hurt. So you wouldn’t have to face the hardships that forgiving him would entail. 

So you wouldn’t die. Not again. 

“I’m not, but I will be.”

But you betrayed your own words. You refused to listen to the bitterness in your heart. You weren’t the only one hurting. You weren’t a saint either. You’re only human. Stewing grudges would wither your remaining days away, and you didn’t wish to linger.

“Belphegor.”

Your shaky arms finally hugged him back, making cautious and soothing strokes—feeling that he too, was on the verge of breaking. He looked up at you, violet eyes unwelcoming of sleep. 

“…will you help me?” You felt yourself smile genuinely for the first time in a while. 

“But I–" 

His shocked expression only made your own brighter, hopeful. Human.

"Maybe I can help you too.”

…that very soon, he returned it with a rare smile of his own. 

Perhaps he can forgive himself too. You could only hope. 

——

for sushifer/Mimi (Obey Me Secret Santa 2020)

[khunfounded]

Let Me Ramble At You Guys About This Crack Ship Please Ship It

Okay hello birdies! It’s a wonderful day for ship propaganda!

Speaking of birdies, I’m gonna be rambling about Quaetro Blitz and his chick Wangnan Ja. My discord outvoted me so it’s now called KFC or Fried Chicken

The reason why I love Quaetro and Wangnan so much is that they are such a good balance for one another and bring out sides of each other that are regularly not shown. Wangnan gets Quaetro’s respect and Quaetro can bring out Wangnan’s more serious protag side, which we can see in this scene.

But I can also see Quaetro able to pull Wangnan after his intense rumination and survivors guilt that he has been shown to have. Remember when Wangnan exhausted himself training after finding out Viole was being blackmailed? Quaetro doesn’t seem like the kind of person to let that happen.

And I think Wangnan can drag Quaetro out of his This is All Fun and Arson mentality and get him to care about more than just climbing the ranks and setting things on fire.

Also they both are very affectionate, with Quaetro being a big nonbeliever in personal space, especially with people he’s close to, and Wangnan wanting the people he cares about to know he cares.

Just imagine Quaetro constantly demanding piggyback rides from Wangnan and Wangnan doing it because of course he would.

Also, them just chilling on the couch cuddling and eating snacks, and Quaetro demanding a kiss for the bag of chips. They are just really good at balancing each other out while still having fun and enjoying each other’s company.

Now just random cute things:

Quaetro demanding Wangnan do his pigtails for him, and doing Wangnan’s hair up in pigtails too. Wangnan wears them all day because he loves his bf

Wangnan helping Quaetro find positive outlets for his arson-y and destruction tendencies. Like one day he finds one of those destruction rooms where you can pay to destroy stuff for an hour and he takes Quaetro and of course things get far more destroyed than originally planned but as they get escorted out Quaetro’s like “this was the best date ever”

No personal space on both ends. They are always touching in at least some small way, if not Quaetro absolutely draped over Wangnan

Quaetro helping Wangnan out after nightmares, holding him as he offers to burn down everyone who ever hurt him. Then they play video games and Wangnan feels better

Sometimes when Quaetro is feeling explodey or angry he storms up to Wangnan and just hugs the shit outta him and screams into his chest until he feels better

Quaetro giving Wangnan really weird but earnest compliments like “your horns look sharp enough to impale someone” and “your teeth remind me of a big wolf lemme see”

Sometimes Wangnan feels bad and just smooshes Quaetro’s face and things dont seem as bad after. Quaetro is confused but supportive

Besides the fact that chick is in reference to the chicken Quaetro ate, they are totally a cutesie petname couple

If you want to hear me talk any other ships feel free to ask! (Or ask me to talk about these guys more. I need art and fic of them Im dying)

[delta-airlines-with-osdd]

your crew here at alaska airlines!

host/pilot:

maeko

they/them

kind of a bitch LOL – also probably fronting rn

gatekeepers(ig):

bear

he/him

fucking amazing the whole system(except for saionji!! that bitch) loves him. also a protector(physical to be exact).

teeko

thee/thou

kinda spells weird but thee is vv nice :}

no real role they just help out so others arent stressed:

crim

bunch o neopronouns that i don't remember ask them- and they/them :}

super social!! talk to them if they're fronting please they'd love it!!

kenji

they/he

call him ken or kenj and they're PUTTY. he's super confident too lol

exodus

it/its

a (mental) protector but im too lazy to make another section for em. pretty cool but acts a bit odd sometimes.

fictives

ouma

they/she/him

does doodles a lot n love attention. also likes to pretend they aren't fronting.

nanami

they/she/pxxel

usually fronts in the morning, or when we start schoolwork.

emma

she/her

really really nice!! normally just cofronts

saionji

gum/gummy/gummi/gummies/gummyself or she/her

bitchy..please don't be offended by gummy gum doesn't actually hate you<3 n please no doubles!! they make gummy feel invalid n fake. gum also gets mildly triggered by heavy romance. please tag anything with either of those as "nyanji don't look". will also tag posts with "saionji loves bullyism" when she needs to get anger out and bully something.

taeko/celeste

they/them

also a protector(sexual to be exact). normally confronts with littles. your local mom<3

tsukasa

te/tea/tease/teases/teaseself

bitch!!!!! loves playfully teasing. also a ghost!!

toujou

they/it..we think-

idk they were formed very recently

kotoko

literally NO clue

also dunno formed not too long ago

Tsumiki

she/they

same as above vv new

littles

dakota

they/them

10, scared of melatonin, fruit snacks, lullabies and women in their 30s. tag anything like those with "zota don't look"

Kauri

she/her

7, loves the :3 face

GJ

any

sensitive, cries a lot, dni if fronting w/o protector!!

non-humans

sama-san (monster/alien thingy..)

any pronouns

please no nicknames!! also learning how to read and write. be nice.

viole(monster)

any pronouns too

please nicknames!! she loves em, and hugs. and over virtual hugs.

[singledarkshade]

Magical Mix Up

Chapter Seven

(Chapter Six can be found here.)

Author’s Note: Again a huge thanks goes to @theadrogna for being my historical guide for all things Roman. I have learned some fun things for this fic.

Amy hated that Rory had been taken from her once more. Sometimes it felt as though the universe did this to them every few years just for laughs.

“We’ll find him, Amelia,” the Doctor wrapped his arm around her, “You two always find one another. Even when he died and was erased from time, Rory came back to you.”

Amy took a deep breath, “I know.”

“Then don’t worry,” the Doctor smiled, “This place especially is somewhere that he knows. Somewhere he can blend into, so we just have to look for any signs he’s left for us. And if we’re in the wrong part of the city, then Rip will find him.”

She sighed looking around what she once would have been excited to see. The Romans had been her favourite subject at school, but while Rory was missing nothing else mattered.

Amy had tried every so often to ask him about the memories he held but Rory didn’t like thinking, never mind talking about them.

They continued through the marketplace, hoping that they’d find him but so far nothing. Amy’s heart leapt every time she saw a flash of red, hoping Rory would appear before her but there was no luck so far.

As they walked on Amy suddenly sighed, “Why haven’t we found anything? Rory would leave us a sign, where is it?”

The Doctor mused before shaking his head, “Of course, we arrived here not long after him. He wouldn’t expect us yet. Rory is probably finding a place to hunker down first.”

“So, what do we do?” Amy demanded.

The Doctor wrapped his arm around her once more, “We keep looking for him. He would have entered through the same gate we did. We’re in the right section of the city and there are only a certain amount of places Rory will be able to go without connections. We’ll find him.”

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 John winced as he was tossed out the window and slammed into the ground. Scrambling to his feet, he turned to see the multiple guards appear swords drawn.

“Look,” he held out his hands, “Obviously mistakes were made, and I shouldn’t have been in there, even if she did invite me but there’s no need for all this. I was just asking for help to find someone.”

John grimaced as his explanation wasn’t swaying them and they continued to advance. Spinning round to run away, John found there were two guards behind him and groaned as someone hit him across the back of his head. Dropping to the ground, John swam in and out of consciousness as he was grabbed by each arm then dragged through the crowd. His head was buzzing, and John wanted to pull away but couldn’t. John groaned as he was yanked to his feet and came face to face with a large man who listened to one of the guards before nodding. John struggled weakly as he was dragged through the gates and into a room with a hole in the floor covered by a metal grate. The grate was pulled off it and a rope ladder tossed down.

John was shoved to the hole and pushed down.

“Climb or fall,” the guard told him, “Your choice.”

Against his growing headache, John climbed down the ladder knowing the other way would probably result in worse injury. The moment he touched the dirt covered ground, the ladder was pulled up, leaving him in the cell with circular walls and nothing but a hole in the ceiling.

Waiting until the guards were gone, John gently touched his ear to activate his communicator, but it wasn’t there. Frantically checking his clothes and the floor of the cell, he sighed finding nothing.

“Bollocks.”

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 Gideon sipped the tea she’d made for herself while the others worked to fix the Waverider. She could hear the annoyed cries as things wouldn’t work, no matter what they did. Jax was currently swearing at the systems as Rip had shown him several tricks that normally got the computer to start, but this time everything refused to work for him.

“Gideon,” Cisco appeared, “Can I talk to you?”

She nodded, “Of course. Take a seat.”

“Okay,” he frowned, dropping into the chair across from her, “I get you’re annoyed at them, especially the fact Sara hid they’d found Rip from you.”

“And kept him imprisoned,” Gideon added sharply.

Cisco nodded, “I get all that but fixing the ship should be a priority?”

She smiled slightly at him, “It is. Mr Ramon, I would never do anything to put the Waverider in danger. The self-repair systems are already working, and the ship shall be repaired within the next six hours.”

Cisco frowned, “Then why are you letting them struggle?”

Amusement covered her face, “Because they believe they do not need me.”

“What about Rip?”

“Sending more people is not a good idea,” Gideon remined him, “Mr Constantine is currently searching for him. Adding the others while the situation is unknown is reckless. Once the systems are running again, I will be able to locate him within seconds.”

Cisco frowned, “You can find Rip that easily?”

“Now we are within the same time, yes,” Gideon told him, “It was a problem when I had to search the entirety of time and space.”

“Then what?” Cisco asked softly.

“Gideon smiled beatifically, “Then I take my ship and if others wish to travel with me, then we shall work out an arrangement.”

Cisco nodded, “Sara is going to love that.”

                                 *********************************************

 Rory gripped his sword, feeling the familiar handle bite into his hand. He felt better now, having his own weapon but they couldn’t use them just now and caught Rip’s arm holding him in place.

“Where will they take him?” Rip asked, watching his friend dragged away.

Rory turned asking, “Don’t you know?”

“I learned enough to pass myself off as a soldier within a guard station in order to retrieve a shotgun,” Rip told him, “Not to mention it was one of my very first missions, so I’m a bit rusty on the customs.”

“He’s been taken to the Tullianum,” Rory explained, “It’s a dungeon. Prisoners were left in there until trial, usually without food and water.”

Rip frowned, “How long until he’s put on trial?”

“Depends on who the house belonged to,” Rory mused, “And whose bedchamber he violated. From what I know that house belongs to a very important member of the Senate. Your friends are not the best at keeping a low profile, are they?”

“John tends to not to think at times,” Rip sighed, “Not with his head anyway,” he bent down and picked up a small metallic disc, “And this is his comms link, so he can’t call for help.”

“Let’s face it from what I’ve seen of the others is a blessing for the timeline,” Rory noted.

“How do we get him out?” Rip asked.

Rory frowned as he thought, “Well, that’s the problem. I suggest waiting until tonight, there will be fewer guards for us to get past on the night shift. The sun will be going down in about three hours if I’m right.”

Grimacing Rip said, “Then I suggest we get back to the TARDIS and reunite you with Amy. We can make a plan there.”

Rory nodded, “That is a great idea.”

Motioning towards the city gate, Rip smiled, “This way.”

 The blue box Rory expected to see was not there and he frowned turning to Rip.

“There’s a camouflage shielding on,” Rip explained, “The Doctor told me to look for a pattern on the wall,” he stepped forward and studied the area finding finally a few squiggles made by chalk. Turning Rip took a small step forward and banged into the hidden TARDIS.

Rory began to laugh, the lightness made him feel more like Nurse-Rory and less Centurion-Rory.

“I appear to have found it,” Rip winced, rubbing his forehead.

Rory stepped forward, his hand stretched out and gently touched the door feeling the wood beneath his fingertips.

“It’s me,” he whispered, “Can I come in?” There was a pause before the lock clicked, and the door opened for him. Stepping inside, Rory smiled, “Thank you.”

Rip followed him inside, closing the door and joined Rory at the control console, “Do you know what you’re doing?”

Nodding Rory replied, “The Doctor showed me how to send a signal to the sonic once. Just in case. I could, in theory, also take us somewhere.”

“How did you unlock the door,” Rip asked suddenly, “I noticed a lock earlier. And a ship this advanced, the Doctor would not leave it accessible.”

Rory shrugged, “Normally I’d have a key, but the TARDIS likes me. Don’t ask me why but she apparently does.”

Rip frowned in thought, “Like an AI?”

“Like a soul,” Rory replied.

 Rip watched the other man for a moment before deciding to ask what had been weighing on his mind since he’d connected with the computer on his own ship.

“Rory,” he said, “When you were on the Waverider, did anyone mention Gideon?”

Musing for a moment, Rory finally replied, “Your friend John stated Gideon wasn’t able to help at the moment.”

Rip sighed, “I’m really hoping they haven’t damaged her permanently.”

“Who is she?” Rory asked softly.

“She’s the AI for the Waverider,” Rip replied shortly.

Rory stared at him for a moment before asking, “Who is she to you?”

Amazed by how perceptive the other man was Rip shrugged, “My best friend. The only family I have left.”

“He only said at the moment,” Rory reminded him, “We can ask him when we get him out, so don’t lose hope.”

Rip shook his head, “You are very different from me. I lost the ability to hope a long time ago.”

Before Rory could answer they heard the door opening and Amy ran in, followed closely by the Doctor. Without a word, the redhead ran to her husband and grabbed him in a tight embrace. Rip watched Rory’s eyes close in relief as he held onto Amy. Pulling away from Rory, Amy turned to Rip.

“Thank you,” she breathed, as the Doctor hugged Rory, “Thank you.”

Rip shrugged, “He was fine without any of us.”

“So,” the Doctor said, “Where to now?”

“Actually,” Rory spoke up, “One of Rip’s people has been arrested and we need to rescue him.”

Amy’s eyes darkened, “Is this one of the people who held you hostage?”

“They thought I was Rip,” Rory soothed before continuing, “Besides, he violated the sanctity of a Senator’s wife’s bedroom and, as he is definitely not a citizen, then this will not end well for him unless we get him out.”

“What about his friends?” Amy demanded, “Can’t they risk their lives instead of yours, again.”

“His communicator fell out,” Rory replied softly, “He has no way to call for help.”

Annoyance flickered across Amy’s face, but when Rory took her hand, she sighed and nodded.

“Fine,” Amy said, “But I’m coming with you.”

“No,” Rory told her, “I’ve seen you with a sword. We’re not looking for that level of carnage.”

Before Amy could argue, the Doctor spoke up, “I agree with Rory, Amy. He knows what he’s doing.”

“Besides we’ll need you to come after us if something goes wrong,” Rip noted wryly, “Which, with my current track record, it will.”

“You’re a bundle of joy,” Amy rolled her eyes.

Rory wrapped his arm around Amy and pressed a kiss to her temple before turning to Rip, “First thing first. I want my own uniform back. Then we’ll work out a plan.”

[1-800-i-ship-it]

khun modern bf headcanons?

Hmm oof i am probably not the best person to be asking this cause I dont write fics or anything but I’ll do my best

So i realized that i just wrote plot stuff but im posting anyway cause i spent way too long on this ahaha 

apologies in advance for typos that I'm too lazy to go through and correct

Enjoy the headcanons that i wrote later + plots that i originally wrote and went on a long tangent on oops

Headcanons:

Khun would be that subtle overprotective boyfriend 

He’d just kinda silently watch from afar but he’d totally kill anybody who hurt bam in any way, shape, or form

But he’d like be SUPER sweet with bam like

Pet names yall PET NAMES like khun and bam would prob both mutually melt when they call each other pet names

Khun would always help bam with hw and whatnot, let’s pretend bam’s a physics genius cause thats just how i imagine him in modern life, always has trouble with law class (he’s  taking it just for khun so he can understand what khun’s talking about) so khun helps him

Khun would be a super smooth talker, can woo a n y b o d y, exceptional at speeches, captain of speech and debate team

Khun would never admit he’s jealous but like the whole gang would know (except for bam who’s clueless as usual) 

Like bam is friendly with everybody so khun’d just be like ugh screw yall 

But then bam always confides in him and spends a crapload amt of time with him so he knows he’s just doubting himself and he’s mad at himself about it cause he knows bam is loyal to a fault and would never betray him

When bam gets older bam uses this against him hehe

Khun would also be that bf that everyones jealous of 

Everyone would want to be with khun but he only has eyes for bam

Ignores everybody else who hits on him

Side note i still stan top!bam and bottom!khun 

Khun would also be super thoughtful and goes out of his way to help make bam’s life easier whether its doing chores or smth etc, and each time bam smiles at him and expresses his gratitude khun’s heart would melt for the 1000th time

But like secretly khun really likes confident and sexy bam

They’d probably roleplay ngl (let ur imagination wonder~)

Khun would enjoy just spending time with bam :’) just cuddling and doing mundane things, they’d be super adorable together, hugs and kisses and ah just too cute-

Khun secretly likes bdsm and bam knows this 😏they switch roles from time to time, i cant decide who’s sub/dom

Khun would plan a super elaborate proposal to bam but then somehow bam would catch him off guard and then khun would just blurt it out when they’re together <3

Khun’d always be up early to cook for bam, they both morning ppl tho khun’s always sleep deprived bc hes also a night owl 

Khun is shy with pda in public but eventually he and bam decide they dont care anymore and just hold hands and act all lovey dovey to the point where shibisu cant decide if he’s a proud dad or if he wants to throw up, rak is always proud of his turtles, endorsi and hatz literally want to throw up all the time and would die before admitting that they secretly approve of khunbam

Khun is all around a model bf that i am sure half the fandom would be willing to date but im sorry guys khun’s taken cause he’s only got eyes for bam~

Plot things/idk what they’re called:

CEO!khun and intern!bam

Assassin!khun and assassin!bam who eventually get together and destroy the corrupt system

Gdi i thought of so many while having dinner but i forgot

Hmmmm

Imagine bam as jue viole grace like forced to work in a gang or smth and then khun as the gang boss 

I totally dont have a thing for badass assassin themed things pls dont judge me

Teacher!khun and student!bam (ofc it’d be near graduation if u get my drift...😏)

Idk why i thought of this but imagine idol khun o.o wait YO idol khun + assistant bam

Tutor!khun and student!bam 

I feel like im literally just saying the same ideas

Theres a reason why im not a fic writer :’)

High school sweethearts -> angst bc parents dont approve, sad forced breakup, no contact -> get back together when older after a time-lapse when they’re more mature, heated reunion 

Best friends bam and khun since preschool, since they were in the womb, PINING, both of them scared to admit it cause they dont want to ruin their friendship, meanwhile the entire gang is betting on them getting together (aka mainly rak and shibisu betting, hatz, endorsi, anaak, (insert s2 and s3 gang dont wanna spoil) everybody etc)

Uni students with khun as a law major and bam as a cs major (both geniuses, nerd bam), roommates *insert smirk* lots of pining, blushes from them casually changing in front of each other...the rest is up to ur imagination

Khun and bam as rival sports teams coaches 

Age gap!khunbam (not a lot, somewhere between 5-8 yrs), with bam as the younger one who kept saying that he loves khun but khun just laughs it off bc bams a kid but then khun sees bam after he comes back from college and bam gets a massive glowup from clueless cinnamon roll to clueless cinnamon roll hottie who only has the hots for khun (still) and then khuns all like “fuck” *dies inside*

Single dad khun, bam as a daycare employee who keeps getting flustered by khun, khun takes interest in bam bc he doesn’t ask nosy questions like other ppl, and bam has these mesmerizing golden eyes

Tailor/dry cleaner owner!bam and office worker!khun who constantly needs his clothes to be altered so they fit exactly how he wants them to (this eventually results in awkward moments and blushing), and also dry cleans like his countless number of suits and dress shirts and whatnot

Author!khun and publishing assistant!bam (is it even called publishing assistant honestly i have no idea but u get what i mean right), khun never signs books but bam convinces him to 

Poet!khun and uni student!bam as a literature major who’s a big fan and wanted to meet khun at one of his signings but is too shy even though shibisu drags him there, accidentally bumps into khun in the bathroom, is all flustered, ends up talking to khun for super long, khun loves bam’s enthusiasm for the subject, offers to give feedback on bam’s poems, bam is literally about to combust, they have lots of meetings and khun flirts with bam who’s clueless but blushes a lot anyway, they kiss *ahem* the rest is history

Spy!khun and bam, khun realizing he doesn’t want to hurt bam, sends fake info back to his country (ruled by eduan and jahad), eduan finds out (sent khun out in the first place bc khun was a threat to him cause the ppl liked khun better), sends out an assassin to get khun, who knows this and escapes with bam somewhere, some complicated plot taht idk how to figure out but you get the drift, eventually khun rules the country with bam

Real estate agent khun and contractor bam, eventually start their own business together

Khun as student pres, also known as the ice king bc he’s turned down dating everyone who asked, bam as the transfer student who catches his attention  (bam with more of a jue viole grace complex), the silent physics genius who is also on par with khun when debating in speech and debate club 

Khun and bam as besties, always do their hw together and hang out after class (cause bam always needs help haha), something leads to them fake dating, eventually real dating 😏

Khun and bam as besties, always do their hw together and hang out after class (cause bam always needs help haha), someone (rachel, DO NOT KILL ME I HAVE A REASON) asks bam out and he doesn't know how to say no (the rest of the gang egging him to date cause they know khuns gonna be jelly) khun goes and sulks, eventually bam gets hurt and manipulated by her, khun is pissed off, rachel is reported for abuse, khun and the gang fight for bam, khun is there for bam all the time, after a while bam asks khun out of the blue if khun likes him (shibisu let it slip that khun is gay bc god knows bam is oblivious af), khun is shocked but says yes bc he cant hide it anymore, bam says he always loved khun but thought khun was straight (bc of some dumb rumor someone said) which was why he ignored his feelings and agreed to date rachel bc he just wanted to distract himself, lots of cuddling thereafter, they get together, rak wins the bet for when khunbam will get together, khunbam gets married

oh man that became way longer than i expected...anon i hope u enjoyed that? half of it prob made 0 sense ngl and idek if i answered the q properly?

kudos to you if you actually read like all my rambling :’)

[deiaiko]

Alternate timeline where —- dies, leaving —- to live with that bitter reality as he tries to get better over time

Really really long story under the cut (also excuse my crappy grammar and the rushed ending :”3)

- - - - -

“Bam, don’t cry”.

“…”, how could he not cry at a time like this?!

Their teammates already left the place, leaving all the remaining time that the two have to bid their last farewell.

Bam is holding Khun in his arms, letting him leans heavily on his chest while trying to warm his starting-to-get-cold body. One hand to hold him and the other to try to stop the bleeding.

“there must be a way to—”

“no”, the bleeding is too severe to be treated. Besides, there’s no one nearby that has the ability to help, “it’s too late…you know that”.

Bam keeps pressing the wound, but no matter how hard he tries, the warm blood keeps flowing out, it hurts him to being so helpless. What’s the point of being strong if he failed to protect him? What’s the point to spend many years training? Isn’t it his fault that Khun became like this in the first place? Because of his wish to save others? And then a dark thought came into his mind, Khun doesn’t need to suffer alone.

“I’ll go with you!”, Bam cried in a verge of desperation.

“don’t do that”.

“then…then tell me, what’s the point for me to keep living?”

“to enjoy what life offers you”.

“I…I don’t understand”.

“It’s always been…for other people’s sake, so how about…you do things for yourself once?”, Khun looks at Bam with the softest look he ever gave him, “be what you want to be…and live happily”.

“without you?”

Khun hesitated before answering, “without me”.

“how can I be happy without you?”

“…I know you can”.

“…”

Khun is trying his best to endure the pain so Bam would be less worried about him, at least he felt more numb on every second passed as more blood poured out.

“hey Khun, have you…live happily?”, Bam suddenly asked.

“yes,…cause you’re with me”.

“have you be what you want to be?”

“yes. All I want…is to be with you”.

Bam gave him a sad smile that quickly fell from his face, “I’m sorry”.

“it’s not your fault…things happen. When I chose to follow you…this is the risk that I took”, Khun smiled, “it’s worth it”.

Bam doesn’t know what to say, he just gave Khun his best smile even though his heart breaking inside.

Khun starting to feel lightheaded and his ears began to ring, he knew he didn’t have much time left.

“Bam”, Khun sighed and closed his eyes, “thank you…for everything”.

“Khun wait—”

“all I want now…is for you to be happy, even without me”.

“please”, Bam’s eyes began to water, “don’t say that”.

“I don’t know what…will happen, but…stay alive…for me”.

“Khun…please”.

But Khun didn’t respond anymore as he had fallen into a very deep sleep.

“Khun?”, Bam tighten his grip, “Khun! Answer me!”

But there’s no answer.

“say something, please”.

“…”

“anything is fine”.

“…”

“I beg you”.

“…”

“Khun…please”, he sobbed, “wake up”.

“…”

“…”

Bam doesn’t know what else to say, he hugged Khun tighter and cried silently with a deep sorrow. He cried until there’s no more tear left for him to shed.

- - - - -

Khun is gone now. He’s gone forever and he won’t come back anytime soon. But Bam is yet come to realized it.

“Bam stop it!”, Shibisu stopped Bam before he had a chance to hurt himself.

“why?!”, Bam cried in desperation, “why can’t I wake up from this nightmare?!?”

“because you’re not dreaming”.

“no! You’re lying!”, Bam covered his ears, “I don’t want to hear it!”

“it’s the truth”.

“no! It’s just a dream!”

Rak slapped him hard, leaving a red mark on his cheek.

Bam’s hand quickly went to cover it, looking surprised.

Rak cupped his cheeks and locked their eyes, “listen black turtle! This is the reality, you must face it no matter how bitter it is. Don’t hide in your shell forever!”. Rak took his hands off and walked away, “it’s not like you to act like this”.

Bam was left speechless, his sore cheek is a constant reminder that he wasn’t dreaming. But it’s still too much for him to take, he needs time for himself.

- - - - -

Bam is doing a little better, he’s finally returned after locking himself in his room for two weeks straight. He’s lucky to have his friends to watch over him and keep him grounded while recovering from the grief.

But anyone can tell that he’s…different. He becomes slightly distant and a little bit colder. Though no one can blame him, he didn’t wish for it either.

Months later they left the floor to continue their journey, because Bam still has a mission to accomplish.

He promised himself to come back to Khun once it’s over.

- - - - -

After defeating Zahard in the 133rd floor, the name Jue Viole Grace becomes one of the legends, a monster, the feared one that nobody dares to say out loud.

Rumors said that he’s taking over the 134th floor and rules there, or maybe even already outside the tower. Though it’s just a false rumors, only his close friends who knows where he is now.

Because as promised, he cut his hair and came back to where Khun is, the 53rd floor. He bought a small house not far from the cemetery and lives there using his original name, the 25th Bam, though only a few people know his other identity.

Now that Bam has all the time in the world, he tries to do many things to spend it. From reading to cooking, learning new techniques and skills, and also tries to socialize out of his friends advice. But nothing seems to be able to make him happy as it can only distract him from his feelings.

Once in a while, his friends came to visit him, to keep him company while making sure he’ll stay sane throughout the years.

Every other day he also bought flowers for Khun, one crimson rose (sadness, mourning, death, rebirth, love) with a variation from pink camellia (longing) and pink carnation (remembrance) to chrysanthemum (grief) and purple hyacinth (sorrow, deep regret, asking forgiveness).

Soon he became a close friend with the shopkeeper, (she has the ability to instantly grow seed into plants, so she doesn’t need much space in her flower shop).

“you always come here, who is this someone?”

“he’s…my best friend”.

“I see”.

She wants to ask more, but she respects his privacy.

- - - - -

Thousand years passed. Although Bam doesn’t age, he isn’t immortal, (he won’t make the same mistake like his mother did. He can still be killed of course, but that is, if anyone can).

Until one day, Shibisu suddenly gave him a surprising news that makes his broken heart thumping in his chest. A picture from the floor of test, taken just a few days ago, a group of people with a blue haired boy among them.

Bam stared at the picture for a full minute straight because he couldn’t believe what he just saw.

The person in the photo looks eerily similar. With the same smug smile on his face and a sharp look in his eyes, but with a slightly different hair hue.

“I’ll go check on him”, Bam decided without thinking and quickly packed his things.

“hey hey, wait. Are you sure?”

“yes”.

“then I’ll go as well, you might need the company”.

“thanks Isu”.

Bam visited Khun again to say a temporary farewell before he left the 53rd floor.

- - - - -

Along the way Bam has inner conflicts.

His mind told him that “he’s not him, he won’t know you and you’ll only get hurt if he doesn’t match your expectations. You should get back”.

But his heart already took full control of his body as it says “what’s wrong with it? I’ll only live on regrets if I don’t come. Besides, I just want to talk to him”.

“then are you ready for the consequences? You’re a stranger to him, remember that”.

“…yes, I’m aware”.

Bam prepares himself.

- - - - -

But he was unable to approach him.

“you can come back whenever you want you know? And that includes now”.

“but I’m already here, let me just. . .watch over him for a while”.

- - - - -

“why did you help me?”, the blue haired boy pointing a knife at him.

Bam knew ‘this Khun’ teammates were plotting a treason against him, but he couldn’t stop himself to intervene with the situation. He regretted it.

Khun knows that he’s no match to the stranger after he saw him beat his ex-teammates in a blink of an eye, but he also wants to know why the stranger helped him, “answer me!”

Bam still can’t bring himself to look at him in the eye, no matter how long he prepares, he’s not ready to face him yet. “because I want to”, Bam answered.

“that’s not an answer. What do you want from me?”

“Khun”, the name slipped out from his mouth.

“of course I’m a Khun, so what? I got kicked out of my family, you won’t get anything by kidnapping me”.

Bam turned around to finally look at him. Now that he’s quite close to him, he could see him clearer. Pale skin with shoulder length blue hair and the same sharp cobalt blue eyes, “you look just like him”.

“…who?”

“…”

Khun lowered his weapon when he saw the man’s eyes, the dull golden eyes filled with sorrow. Khun felt an indescribable feeling, a sympathy maybe. He set aside his suspicion for a while, “I’m not him, you know that”.

Bam heartache hearing the undeniable truth came straight from his mouth. He broke their eye contact and spoke softly as if he were trying not to break down, “yeah, I know”, he’s fully aware of it, “you’re not him and you’ll never be”.

“then what do you want from me?”

“nothing”, Bam turned around and walked away, “nothing at all”.

“is that why you were stalking me this past few months?”

Bam heart skipped a beat, ‘oh, so he knew’, he thought. “I’m sorry if I bothered you, I’ll go now”.

“wait!”, after being betrayed by his teammates Khun knew he has to rebuild his team from the start. He thought it’ll be very beneficial to have someone as strong as him on his party, it’ll definitely raise his position among a low-class regular and reduce the possibility to be betrayed again. He can take advantage of him without anything to lose, a great chance like this won’t came twice.

“please let me be your apprentice”.

- - - - -

The first week had been rough for Bam as he was intentionally avoiding Khun. Shibisu asked him to stay on the floor that he’s now and wait until he comes, Bam couldn’t say no to him. So there he is, locking himself in his room again like a coward.

Looking at the new Khun only reminds Bam that his Khun was gone and how much he misses him. Just like adding salt to his wound.

So Bam closes his heart to avoid getting hurt more than he already is, just like the days when he first met Sweet and Sour team, cold and distant.

But this Khun is determined to be his apprentice (or rather to make him on his side), he keep insisting until Bam finally give in, it took him a week to get to talk to him and another week to get his name.

- - - - -

Shibisu and his team finally arrived at the floor where Bam and Khun are staying to check on them.

“so you’re Mr.Bam’s friend?”, asked Khun.

“y-yeah”, Shibisu decided not to comment on how he calls Bam. “I’m Shibisu, you can call me Isu”, he offered a hand to shake.

“Khun”, he returned the gesture.

The boy is a little bit shorter than him, but his height is almost the same as Khun on the floor of test a really long time ago. His hair color is more saturated than him and his voice is a little bit different, but everything else are the same. It felt really weird to talk to a person with his late friend’s face, Bam must be really…distressed.

“so…how’s Bam doing?”, Shibisu decided to ask.

“I’m not sure”, Khun scratches his head, “he rarely talks to me, so I don’t know. Is he really a quiet type or…?”

“no. He used to be really enthusiastic, he was the heart of our team after all”.

“was? What changed? Is it because of. . .him?”

“so he told you about it?”

“not the details, mostly just my hunch”.

“let’s have a short talk somewhere else”. Shibisu went to sat on the sitting place nearby and motioned Khun to follow.

Khun obeyed, he may get a valuable information that can help him get close to Mr.Bam, so why not.

“so Khun…how long have you met him?”, Shibisu started the conversation.

“not long, it’s only been two weeks”.

“what do you think about him so far?”

“err, he’s strong, honestly I was a bit wary of him because he followed me for weeks and then suddenly came out to fight my traitors”.

“not surprised”.

“eh?”

“well, he’s the type to not remain silent when someone is in need”.

“then my decision to be his apprentice wasn’t wrong”.

“apprentice huh? Nice”.

“but he still hasn’t given me an answer”.

“don’t worry, I’ll help you”, Shibisu gave him a thumb-up, “what else do you think of him?”

“uhm, he’s also…quiet and mysterious, he rarely talks and he won’t even look at me. I think he’s avoiding me”.

“no wonder”.

“it’s because of him right? His 'Khun’?”

“yeah, you guessed it”.

“what happened?”

“you should ask him yourself”, Shibisu smiled and patted his head.

Khun looked a bit dissapointed, but it must be really personal, so that’s reasonable.

Honestly right now Shibisu is trying his best to keep his amusement inside. He never had a chance to pat Khun’s head before, he’d be killed if he did, and turns out it doesn’t feel so bad. He smiled with satisfaction.

Shibisu then looks up at the sky and sighed deeply to relax himself before he continues, “Bam is a really great person, I give you my words. But the thing is, he has been suffering for too long”. He looks at Khun and smiled, “I hope you can bring him back to what he used to be. Please don’t give up on him”.

Khun is amazed on how much Mr.Isu cares about Mr.Bam, he must be a really great person after all, “…okay”.

“thanks”, Shibisu stood up, “anyways, do you know where Bam is? I need to make sure he’s alright”.

“he’s usually in his room”, Khun pointed him the direction.

- - - - -

Bam is standing on the balcony looking at the sky, like he always does.

“hey there”, Shibisu greeted him.

Bam quickly wiped his eyes, “oh! Isu, long time no see”, he forced a smile.

“you don’t need to do that”.

“…”, his smile fell and quickly replaced by sorrow. Bam wanted to be strong, for Isu, for both Khuns and for his friends. He doesn’t want anyone to worry, but the last few days are just too overwhelming for him. He snivelled, his tears started to fall again and his hands went to cover his face, “I-I can’t do this, Isu”.

Shibisu approached him slowly and wrapped his arm around him to comfort his friend.

“It’s a mistake that I went here in the first place”, Bam sobbed, “it hurts”.

“shh”, Shibisu patted his back a few times.

“he’s different, he’s not Khun, I know, I really do”.

Shibisu hummed.

“though there’s a naive part of me that really want to believe that it was wrong, that he’s him. But he’s not!”

“I know. But you can’t blame him because he didn’t match your expectations”.

“should I go back then? there’s no point for me to be here”.

“how about you give him a chance first?”, honestly Shibisu couldn’t stand seeing his friend suffering like this, but if this Khun can make Bam feels better, then so be it. “just one month. After that you can decide whether to go back or to stay with him”.

- - - - -

“Mr.Bam, Mr.Bam”.

“?”

“how long have you been in this tower?”

Bam thinks, “over one millennium”.

“wha-?! That’s really long. Are you immortal?”

“no”.

“why not?”

“I’m…not ready for the consequences”.

- - - - -

“aren’t you busy, Mr.Bam?”

“no, I’m quite free”.

“then you’re okay to be my mentor right?”

“…”

- - - - -

“Mr.Bam, can I ask where are you going after this?”

“home”.

“are you going to take me?”

“…depends”.

- - - - -

After two weeks, Bam finally gathered enough courage to start a conversation.

“what do you seek in the tower?”

“I’m not sure. My mother doesn’t want me and my father doesn’t care, why I was born then? I think I’m seeking for a 'purpose’. Climbing the tower sounds fun, though I don’t know what I wanted when I reached the top yet”.

“I see”, Bam changes the subject. “then what do you seek in me?”

“huh?”

“you said you want to be my apprentice right? Why?”

“uh, that’s…because you’re strong, I want to be like you”.

“following me doesn’t guarantee you to be strong, you must train really hard to get it”.

“I know, I’ll do my best!”

- - - - -

“so you knew I’m Viole”.

“I’m a light bearer remember?”

“took you long enough”, Bam teased.

“the information was buried quite deep”, Khun defended.

“then…are you afraid of me?”

“no, why should I?”, Khun quickly replied, “you, a really great person and also one of the legends, watching over me from all people? I couldn’t think of anything better!”

- - - - -

“Mr.Bam!”, Khun is determined, “please be my mentor!”

“even when you’re aware that we’re in a different class? I’m a wave controller, I can’t teach you much about being a lightbearer, you know that”.

“but they’re a perfect combination right? Besides, you have the experiences and acquaintances”.

“I also have enemies you know?”

“that’s why I want to be stronger and fight with you!”

“…”, this Khun looks just like the younger him, full of passion and spirit. He can’t refuse that look, can he?, “it’ll be a very long path, are you sure?”

“yes!”

- - - - -

“did you make this yourself, Mr.Bam?!”, Khun exclaimed after tasting his pasta.

Bam nods.

“it’s so good! The best one I’ve ever tasted. Can you teach me?”

“sure”.

- - - - -

Bam uses his ability to heal Khun’s injury that he got on the training.

“oww”.

“when I said train really hard, I don’t mean this hard”, Bam can’t help but smile remembering his own training days when he passed out from exhaustion at least once a week, what an irony. Luckily Khun only got a few light scratches, so it’ll only take a few minutes to heal, “be careful next time”.

“…okay”.

- - - - -

Bam starting to get used to Khun and without realizing, their bond is getting stronger.

They’ve been together for almost 7 years and now on their way to the 23rd floor.

“you did a good job”, Bam patted his head.

“I’m not a kid!”

“but you like it, don’t you?”

“s-shut up!”, Khun blushed out of embarrassment because he’s being watched by his teammates right now, “don’t do that in front of them!”, Khun whisper-shouted at Bam.

Bam chuckled, “too late, they’ve seen it”.

Bam is close to all of his team members as well, seems like Bam slowly becomes not only their mentor but also a father figure, though none of them think of it that way…yet.

- - - - -

“Mr.Bam, I have a question”, Khun asked him.

“what is it?”

“the blue thing you always bring, what’s that?”

Bam gingerly took out the blue fabric from his pocket and unfolded it, “it’s…his. He once wore it as a hair tie”.

“oh…I see”, Khun recognized the pattern, “He must be really important to you”.

“yeah, he is”.

- - - - -

“I just realized you never called me by name, Mr.Bam”.

Bam just realized it as well, “uh…”

“that’s okay, you don’t need to”.

- - - - -

One of Khun’s teammates died on the test, Khun was quite close to her and he’s getting a bit down because of it.

Khun sat beside Bam and curled himself up. It’s not like him to be sad about it, but at the moment, he just needs someone to guide him through this new emotion.

“Mr.Bam, how does it feel to lost someone?”

“depends. If you don’t really know them, you might only be upset for awhile. But if you deeply care for them, it may feel even worse than the death itself”.

“you’ve experienced it right? the second one”.

“…yeah”.

“will the feeling ever go away?”

“I don’t know, I guess it won’t”, Bam confessed, “you just have to get used to it”.

“…I’m sorry. It must be hard for you too”.

They sat in silence. Khun is mourning for his late friend while Bam reminiscing about his own past.

They said death give meaning to life. By knowing everything didn’t last forever, Bam has came to appreciate every moments that he had experienced.

The happy and exciting moments, the harsh and tense moments, every laugh, every tears, every fight, every wounds that he shared, with them, with his friends and with both Khuns. Every one of them are precious, even the most painful one.

Now it’s time for him to reconcile with the past so he could live in the present.

“you know?”, Bam broke the silence, “it’s okay to be upset, you can mourn over her for as long as it takes and in any way you like. But remember to cherish every moments that life gives, don’t let your grief hold you back from the world around you”.

Khun processed the words for a moment, but he has yet to understand it. Even so, he smiled to appreciate Mr.Bam’s efforts.

Bam smiled back.

A moment passed.

“Mr.Bam”.

“hm?”

“may I ask what happened to. . .him?”

“…”

“I-I’m sorry, just forget it. You don’t have to answer—”.

“no, it’s okay. You deserve to know”, Bam prepares himself for the inevitable. “that time we were in the middle of a fight, the enemies were tough and we went on our separate ways. Then he…got hit pretty bad. I got his message and immediately went to his place, there’s blood everywhere, from both him and the enemies. He’d lost too much of his own that there’s no chance that he would survived, I was a little too late”. Bam went quiet for a moment as his vision began to blur.

Khun listened intently.

“we had a short talk, and that time I just realized how much he cared for me. Everything that he did since the beginning was all for me, to be with me, even when we disagreed on each other plan, in the end he always went with mine and did his best to make it succeed. I…regret that I realized his feeling far too late”, Bam looked away so Khun won’t see the tears that threatening to spill from his eyes. “I was too focused on gathering power to protect others that I forgot I also dragged my friends into the danger. I asked for too much that I ended up losing mine”.

A moment of silence before Khun finally decided to say something to ease the awkwardness.

“Mr.Bam, what was he like?”

“he’s…”, Bam stared at the distance, trying to remember his happy moments with him. “he’s smart but also cunning, a perfectionist and a bit manipulative when it came into planning. He always went with the most rational ways, really the opposite of me”, Bam smiled, “people might say he’s cold and heartless, but once you know him, you’d know that he cared. He’s my most trusted someone, my best friend”, Bam looks at Khun warmly, “he was just like you”.

“I remember Mr.Isu said you used to be the heart of your team, is that means he’s the brain?”, Khun joked.

Bam chuckled, “you could say that”.

- - - - -

They met Shibisu’s team on the way to the 36th floor, Rak is there too.

“it’s black turtle!”, cheered Rak.

“Bam!”, Shibisu greeted him, “you look…different, but in a good way”.

“really?”

“yes. Glad everything went well”, Shibisu smiled and gave him a few pats on the shoulder.

While Bam get to greet the others, Shibisu approached Khun who’s gathering with his teammates, “hey there”.

“oh, Mr.Isu, long time no see”, Khun greeted.

“I just want to thank you, for not giving up on him”.

“there’s no need, I’m the one who should thank you for helping me”.

“you’re welcome all the same”, Shibisu patted his head. “anyways, I heard from Bam that you’re all getting promoted to D-class regulars yesterday, how about I treat you guys tonight to celebrate it?”

- - - - -

“so he’s the new blue turtle?”

“turtle??”, Khun raised an eyebrow.

“he’s his own person, Rak”, Bam objected.

“I’ll still call him blue turtle though”.

- - - - -

“so Mr.Rak, are you a crocodile or an alligator?”, Khun asked him.

“…”, Rak stared at him in astonishment, “it’s really weird on how different and similar you turtles are”.

- - - - -

“let me get this straight. You’re not only knew Ms.Endorsi but you guys are also friends with her?!?”, said one of Khun’s teammates who’s a big fan of her, “my goodness, I’m so lucky to be here”.

“you want me to introduce you to her?”, Shibisu offered.

“yes please!!”

“don’t get your hopes too high tho, she might be different than what you think”.

- - - - -

“oh my! It’s-it’s really you!!”, he cheered, “m-may I get your sign p-please?”

“no”, Endorsi replied coldly.

“but—”

“when I said no then it’s a no”.

They can somehow hear his heart shattered.

Endorsi glanced around after finding no more interest on him, and Khun immediately caught her attention, “hm?”, she observed him more carefully, “wait, you seem familiar”, and then she looked at Bam, “ah!!”

“yeah, I get that a lot”, Khun chuckled, he’s starting to get used to it.

Bam covered his mouth to hide his amusement.

- - - - -

They continue their journey. While Rak stays with Bam, Khun and the others, they parted with Shibisu’s team because they have another business to attend.

Years passed, Khun and his team has grown stronger. Now they’re on their way to the 50th floor, just a few more floors left to where Bam once lived.

“Mr.Bam, we’re almost there right?”

“yeah”.

“are you…going to stay there once we arrived?”

“I guess so”.

“won’t you come with us?”

“you’re not kids anymore, you don’t need me to watch over you everytime”.

Khun couldn’t argue if Mr.Bam already made up his mind. And he’s also right, he can’t depend on him forever. Though he’s hoping that Mr.Bam can watch over him for a little longer.

- - - - -

“so this is it?”

Khun and the team arrived at the 53rd floor, along with Bam and Rak.

“Rak, could you show them where I live?”, Bam asked, “I have something to do”.

Rak understands. He knew that Bam needs some time for himself after years away from his 'home’, so he’ll help him to buy some time. “come, turtles! The leader Rak will show you the way!”

They all followed Rak. Well, except for Khun of course, who’s secretly following Bam out of his curiosity.

“you don’t need to hide”, Bam easily caught his act.

“sorry”, Khun came to walk alongside him, “so where are you going?”

Bam doesn’t need to answer him as they have reached the destination and entered a flower shop.

“welcome! Oh it’s you, long time no see”, the shopkeeper greeted him. “and who’s this?”

“I’m his apprentice”, Khun answered proudly.

“I see”, the shopkeeper smiled at Khun, she picked up a book called 'the language of flowers’ from the counter and handed it to him, “here, maybe you’ll be interested”. She returned her attention to Bam, “so what can I get you?”

“may I have a white stargazer lily with daffodils, a red rose and a sweet pea, please?”

“that’s new”.

“also, do you have pink tulips?”

“yes, let me pick them up”.

- - - - -

Such a peaceful face, as if he were sleeping. Mr.Bam was right, he looks just like him.

They stood in front of a grave which surface is covered with glass that allows them to see the inside quite clearly.

Bam kneels, he took the withered flowers off the nearby vase and replaced it with the one he bought. One red rose (love), a sweet pea (thank you, farewell/see you again) and daffodils (rebirth, new beginning).

Khun stays quiet and let Bam mourn for his late friend.

“I’m back. Thanks for waiting”, Bam whispered to himself. He could sit there all day, talking about the last few years when he was away, there’s so much he wants to tell him, but he decided to do it next time as right now Khun is with him.

Bam handed Khun a white stargazer lily (sympathy) for him to place it himself, “here, if you want to”.

Khun gladly took the lily and place it in the vase.

- - - - -

They went back to where his team were waiting. Rak was trying to make them busy and relieved when Bam came back.

“here, I bought you something”, Bam took the pink tulips and gave one to each of them, “it stands for good wishes”.

“so you really are staying Mr.Bam?”, they look dissapointed.

“yeah”, he’s also not willing to let them go, but “don’t worry, you’re welcome here anytime”.

- - - - -

The day before his team went to take the exam to the next floor, Khun came back to the flower shop.

“may I borrow the book you show me that day?”

“sure, go ahead”.

Khun picked up the book and began reading, he searched for the meaning he’s looking for and decided which flower he wants to buy. “do you have azalea?”

- - - - -

After they departed, Bam came back to his house and noticed the small new flower tree in his backyard, there’s also a note beside it that reads 'take care’. He smiled warmly.

Rak apparently, had gone with them as their guardian. Cause without realizing, he’s been attached to them as well.

Bam admits that he misses them already, but right now he needs some time for himself.

- - - - -

It’s indeed different without Mr.Bam, everyone in the team thinks so too.

Normally, after they successfully passed a test, Mr.Bam would gave every one of them a pat on the head and said “good job guys!”. Even if they can call him, it just doesn’t feel the same.

They also miss his cooking, nobody in the team can make dinner as good as him. Eating them after a hard day training has become their routine, it’s always boosted up their mood.

When there’s doubt, Mr.Bam always there to help them, even only to gave them company. They realized that he’s become the heart of their team as well.

And now everything’s different, but they can’t depend on Mr.Bam forever, it’s their chance to proof that they can stand on their own feets.

- - - - -

Bam spend his first few weeks mostly in the cemetery, he has a lot to talk about with.

Khun and the team call him once in a while, usually just to inform him on how they’re doing.

About one year later Shibisu and his team arrived at 53rd floor, they paid Bam a visit. They had a small party in his house, the first party after…well, after they got Bam back thousand years ago from workshop battle. Nothing much to mention though, mostly just absurdity, but at least they had fun. They stayed there for a month before leaving.

And Bam is back to his routine.

- - - - -

Khun and the others are on video call, “Mr.Bam, how are you?”

“I’m fine”.

“by the way, we’ve made it to 57th floor!”

“oh! congrats!”

“and the food here is quite good, I suppose you’ve tried it already but let’s eat together some time”.

“sure thing”.

- - - - -

Wangnan suddenly contacted Bam. He sent him a photo of Khun and his team with Rak nearby that he took secretly.

“V-viole, am I seeing this right?!”

“huh?”, Bam takes a closer look at the picture, “yeah”.

“b-but—, wha—?, how?! I thought—”

“no, he’s not him, if that’s what you’re asking”.

“huh??…hmm…ohh!”, it clicked, “that means you know them right?”

“yes”, Bam said somehow proudly.

“then I’ll go greet them”.

- - - - -

“Mr.Bam, can you please tell Mr.Rak not to be lazy?”, Khun complained.

“I’m not!”

“you eat bananas all day and always wake up really late, how’s that not lazy?!”

“you’re the one who should take it easy, you damn blue turtle! Don’t overwork yourself”.

“guys, come on”, Bam shook his head in amusement.

- - - - -

“I heard the floor you’re staying now isn’t really safe”, Bam contacted them, “be careful okay?”

“got it!”

- - - - -

“uhh Mr.Bam”, they’re on the call, “we met this strange ranker that you might know”, said one of them, “he also called you by your other name”, Khun added.

“I’m not strange”, Jinsung ha took over the call, “I’m just asking on how’s my Viole doing”.

“your Viole?”, they raised their eyebrows.

“a high ranker talking to us regulars is already strange, how did you know that we know Mr.Bam?”, one of them retorted.

“he’s my disciple, of course I know”.

“is that true Mr.Bam?”

“well, yea”.

“Viole never told you about me?!”, Jinsung looks dissapointed.

“uhh”, they try to avoid eye contact.

- - - - -

How long has it been? 3 years maybe. Khun and his team has reached 64th floor, time sure flies really fast.

“M-Mr.Bam!”, one of Khun’s teammates calls him in distress.

Bam quickly senses something’s wrong, “what is it?”

“it’s Khun—”

- - - - -

Bam didn’t think twice and immediately went to their place, it took him only 2 days to arrive.

Khun is lying on the bed, bandages covering all over his torso. His friends were also there, one in the room with Rak and the rest of them are on the balcony.

Bam slammed open the door, “Khun!”

“Mr.Bam?!?”, Khun didn’t expect him to be there.

Bam is thankful just to know Khun is alive, he sighed with relief. But still, “you scared me”.

“sorry”.

Bam uses his skill to heal him, but because his wound is quite severe, it’ll still needs time to heal.

Meanwhile, Khun wants to yell at whoever called Mr.Bam with 'didn’t I tell you not to call him?!’, but he keeps it to himself. Because since Mr.Bam is already here, he can’t ask him to go back, there’s no need for him to be mad anymore.

The room is quiet, Khun tries to think of something else to preoccupied his mind so that the pain won’t hurt too much.

Khun suddenly realized something, “by the way, Mr.Bam”.

“hm?”

“that’s the first time you called my name”.

- - - - -

“don’t move too much”, Bam warned Khun, “your wound hasn’t healed yet”.

But Khun is itching to move from his boring bed, he sighed and gave Bam a pleading stare.

“don’t give me that look, you know it’s for the best”.

- - - - -

“Mr.Bam, do I need to add the salt or the pepper first?”

“it doesn’t matter, the point is to make it tasty”.

“but I thought cooking has rules”, Khun is confused.

“it does. But it’s not as complicated as you think”.

- - - - -

Urek is with them, wearing a formal clothes with a bouquet of flowers on his hand, “how do I look?”

“great”.

“then, wish me luck, baby~!”

After he left, Rak whispered to Bam, “I bet ten bananas that the hopeless turtle gonna get rejected”.

Bam facepalmed internally, “are we seriously going with this again?”

- - - - -

“Bam!!”, Yuri approached him with outstretched arms, “how are you?”

“ah, Miss.Yuri”, Bam returned the hug, “I’m fine”.

Meanwhile in the distance, Evan has his attention on Khun, “huh? Aren’t you—”

“dead? Nope”, Khun quickly answered him, “did I know you?”

- - - - -

“so, what have you learned from Mr.Evan?”, Bam asked.

“should I explain it or demonstrate them instead?”, Khun said with a smug.

- - - - -

One day Bam suddenly had a weird feeling. It’s really rare for him to feel so…insecure, probably because he misses 'him’. He decided to have a short talk with Khun.

“what is it, Mr.Bam?”

“are you going to be okay on your own?”

“why did you ask? Are you feeling homesick?”

“not exactly, but you could say that”.

Khun gave him a smile, “I can take care of myself, don’t worry about me”.

- - - - -

Bam came back from his walk, he opened the door and shouted, “I’m back!”, like always. But no one answered, that’s odd. He took a few steps forward, “Rak?”, he shouted again, still no answer, “Khun? Everyone?”, the room is still quiet.

Then he stepped on something, a paper with an address written on it, there’s also a message on the back that make his stomach dropped. “meet me at the place I mentioned tomorrow unless you want them dead”.

- - - - -

Khun and his team were being kidnapped by someone who holds a grudge against Bam. After a long talk, they finally settled on a deal. In exchange for their lives, Bam took an unknown curse that condemned him to die in a few weeks.

Everyone hardly slept for days to find the cure. If they can’t find it soon, Bam has no other choice. He’s almost at his limit.

Unfortunately, despite how much time they spent, they still found nothing. Let alone on how to get rid of the curse, there’s not even a single mention about it.

“that’s enough guys, thank you for your hard work”, Bam spoke up, “there’s no need for that anymore”.

“are you giving up black turtle!?”, Rak couldn’t believe what he had just heard, “it’s not like you to give up that easily”.

“what can I say?”, Bam gave a halfhearted laugh as he rolled up his sleeve to reveal his arm, everyone who saw it could tell that they’re running out of time.

“I don’t want it to end like this!”, one of them cried.

“it’s not the end”, Bam reassured.

“there must be a way!”

Bam felt some kind of deja vu.

“Bam…”, Shibisu called him.

“?”

Shibisu turned his head to look at Khun who’s sitting in the corner, still fixed up on his lighthouse. Typing, searching, reading, anything to keep himself busy and pretend all of the conversations that he heard isn’t real.

Bam realized that Khun has been very silent for a long time, though he can understand what Khun might feel right now, it must be the same feeling of helplessness, just like that day.

Bam approached him and spoke softly, “you can stop now”.

Khun’s hands halted, he didn’t move an inch and keep staring at the screen.

“I’m sorry”, Bam apologized.

Khun’s eyes watered, he placed his clenched fists on his lap and bowed his head, trying not to breakdown.

“are you mad at me?”

Khun quickly shook his head. He isn’t mad at Bam, he’s mad at himself who can’t find a way to help him. He’s a lightbearer damn it, it’s his job to find informations to help his team. But he failed. His tears started falling down one after another.

Bam took a step forward and held him closer in an embrace. Khun quickly wrapped his arms tightly around him and started sobbing into his clothes.

“don’t cry”.

Khun shook his head again, how can he not cry at a time like this?! Khun hugs him tighter and buried his face deeper into him.

The room is quiet, Bam keep stroking his hair until he calmed down.

“I don’t mind dying as long as you’re safe”, Bam tries to reassure him.

“but I don’t want it if it means you won’t be here!”, Khun shouted his pent up frustration.

Bam is at a loss for words because he knew the feeling too well.

His teammates approached them one by one and Bam pulled them into a group hug.

“don’t leave us, Mr.Bam”, one of them cried.

“Mr.Bam… ”, they sobbed.

Bam closes his eyes and appreciate their warmth for the last time, “that day, I never thought that I’ll get the chance to experience happiness again. But you proved that I was wrong. The time that I spent with you are one of the best gift that life ever gave to me”, Bam smiled, “thank you”.

All of them breaking into tears, they hug Bam tighter and no one wants to let go.

They stay like that for a while before Bam pulled away from the hug and patted their heads, “take care, okay?”

“no, please don’t leave us”.

“Mr.Bam…”

Bam approached Rak and paused before him.

“black turtle…”, Rak is filled with so much emotions, he doesn’t know what else to say.

Bam kneels and pulled Rak into a hug, Rak immediately returned the gesture.

“don’t be sad, Rak. It’s fine”, but a tear trickled down his cheek because it hurts him to say goodbye. He felt his heart crumbles into pieces as he said, “it’s fine”, but even so, he smiles, “because, I can finally see him again”.

Rak tighten his hug.

“oh Bam…”, Shibisu instinctively went to comfort him.

They eventually pulled out from the hug. Rak didn’t say anything but anyone can tell that he’s upset, and so does Shibisu. They want to cry, to scream, anything that can prevent Bam to leave, but they know it won’t, so they hold their feeling back and keep themselves strong, for Bam and everyone else’s sake.

“Rak, Isu, take care. I’ll leave them to you”.

“of course!”

“you don’t have to ask”.

- - - - -

They were devastated. Not only Khun and his teammates, but also all of Bam’s close friends who’s got the unexpected news.

Meanwhile, Khun accidentally found an unfinished photo album in Bam’s work desk when he’s about to clean his room. He opened it out of curiosity.

Inside, there’s a photo when he and his team finally got promoted into D-class regulars, with a handwritten 'I’m proud of you!’ on the corner. A photo of them lying around on the ground full of sweat after a hard day training, with a handwritten 'keep it up!’

There’s also photos of them on their first cooking lesson, when they accidentally set the kitchen on fire. A photo when they had a sleepover after an exhausting day. Also a photo when they had a fight against each other over a silly thing. There’s even a photo of his late friend’s funeral.

Khun can’t help the tears that already streaming down on his face. He remembered that Mr.Bam once told him to cherish every moments that he experienced, because now he finally understood how valuable those moments are.

- - - - -

“Bam!”, a familiar blue haired man waved his hand in the distance.

Bam turned to look at him. Realizing who it is, he smiles brightly and came running to get him, almost knocking him off with a hug.

“I missed you!”, Bam burst into happy tears, “I missed you so much!”

Khun chuckled, “I missed you more”.

[artificialqueens]

Tree House Kisses, Chapter 17 (Adorney) - Scorpio and Veronica

A/N: Click here for previous chapters. Xoxo!

Chapter Summary: Courtney and Adore try out for the Spring Musical.

Chapter 17: Look at Me, I’m Sandra Dee

ADORE: Meet me in the tree house?

PEARL: Now?

ADORE: Are you busy?

PEARL: No, I’m OMW

Adore sat on the old tattered bean bag, picking at its already worn fabric. It had been two days since Pearl’s New Year’s party and all Adore was able to think about was her encounter with Violet that night. Well, not too much the encounter, but what triggered it.

Pearl popped into the tree house, surprising Adore out of her thoughts. She watched the blonde pull the yellow bean bag up next to her red one before plopping down.

“So… what’s up?” Pearl asked, settling in.

“Uh, I need to tell you something,” Adore started, not actually sure where or how to start.

“Cool, what it is?”

Pearl’s nonchalant attitude was usually a welcoming one for Adore. That was one of Adore’s favorite things about Pearl; nothing bothered her, but then again she never involved herself in anything to be bothered. This time, Pearl’s laidback demeanor only sent Adore’s anxiety soaring through the roof.

“Did you want to smoke?” Pearl asked. “Because I don’t have anything on me. I mean, I can, like call up Willam’s guy, but there’s-”

“No, I don’t want to smoke right now. I just need to get this off my chest,” Adore interrupted the blonde as she tried to figure out which words she needed to use to convey the message she wanted to say.

“Oh, shit. Do I need popcorn?” Pearl joked, and Adore shot her a look that made her realize that this was not the moment. “I’m sorry. What did you want to tell me?” Pearl asked, hoping Adore wasn’t going to regret asking her to come over.

“I hooked up with Violet. At your party. In the bathroom. Right when the Darienne, Jamin, Gia drama started. While one of my friends was having her heart broken I was--”

“Woah, woah! Wait…” Pearl held her hand up, finding herself overwhelmed by information being hurled at her.

Adore’s eyes started to water as the girls sat in silence for a second.

Pearl ran a hand through her long blonde hair, before looking up at Adore.

“I’m sorry,” Adore blurted out, afraid that maybe she had just ruined a friendship, all because she couldn’t keep her emotions intact.

Pearl shook her head in disbelief, “Why are you sorry?”

“Because… I know you like Violet.” Adore pulled her legs up to herself, resting her chin on her knee as she fingered at a tear in her jeans.

“I don’t-”

“Pearl, it’s obvious.” Adore looked up at the blonde, her face twisted up in a mix of emotions, “and that’s what makes it more fucked up. The whole thing is fucked up, man,” Adore said, more to herself than to Pearl.

Pearl leaned against the wall of the tree house, closing her eyes to gather her thoughts. Pearl did not like drama; she didn’t have the energy to deal with it.

“Don’t worry bout it,” Pearl finally spoke, reaching over to Adore to nudge her, making her look up from the tear in her jeans. “I mean, yeah, Violet’s hot, but you and her have history. And I’m just glad she doesn’t hate me anymore, honestly. So, there’s nothing to apologize about. I mean if you had… um… a good… uh, if that’s what you like, wanted or whatever. Then you don’t need to worry, dude.” Pearl fumbled to find the words to assure Adore.

“I regret it.”

Hazel eyes met blue eyes and a silence took over them again.

“You wanna know why?” Adore asked, voice breaking.

Pearl was tempted to say no, but she knew that Adore needed someone to talk to.

“They’re always so lovey-dovey and cute and in my fucking face!”

Pearl didn’t need to ask to know who Adore was talking about.

“It’s times like that when I remember that... and Violet was always a distraction. A pretty face to help me think about other things, and at your party it was just too much.”

Pearl stayed quiet, just listening. She never really asked Adore about her relationship with Courtney, but she knew that it was the type where someone could end up with a broken heart. So, it made sense that Adore and Violet would hook up. Pearl didn’t know much about Fame and Violet’s relationship, but she had her guesses that it wasn’t much different.

“Maybe... You should talk to Violet about all this,” Pearl suggested, not really sure what to do.

Adore wiped her eyes, smearing eyeliner and mascara across her face. “I don’t want to. Just wanna act like nothing happened,” she shook her head.

-

First day back from winter break and Adore was already ready for spring break. She was dreading a lot of things that she would have no choice but to face now that she was back at school. Violet had texted her a few times since she had last seen her at Pearl’s party, but Adore ignored them, not ready to face the brunette.

She tried to ignore Courtney too, but that prove to be much harder and the two ended up hanging out. The entire time Courtney cuddled up to her on the couch, Adore tried to list the reasons she should forget about her feelings and just be happy for her best friend.

As Adore made her way to her locker, she hesitated when she saw Trinity and Violet. Somehow the invitation to let Pearl use her locker had extended to the rest of the group. Not that Adore minded, because Fame’s locker had also turned into the groups’ shared locker so Adore didn’t have to make trips halfway across the school between classes anymore.

“Hey, Adore. Oh shit, you look tired. Didn’t get much sleep last night?” Trinity asked as Adore approached them.

Violet didn’t speak, her doe eyes burning into Adore’s head. Adore could only imagine all the things going through Violet’s head. If there was one thing Adore knew Violet hated more than most things--it was being ignored.

“Yeah, my sleep schedule got fucked over the break,” Adore nodded.

“Girl, you telling me. I was sleeping in till like one. I’m surprised I got up this morning,” Trinity flipped her hair over her shoulder. Adore nodded, shifting awkwardly in place.

When Trinity noticed Violet’s sudden silence and Adore’s awkwardness, her brows frowned in confusion.

“Are y’all okay? You guys aren’t fighting are you?” Trinity asked, looking back and forth between the two.

“No, of course not.” Adore quickly tried to put Trinity’s assumptions to rest, but Violet’s shrugging of her shoulders made Trinity raise an eyebrow.

“Oh, shit. Something did happen,” Trinity smirked.

“No! Nothing happened.” Adore grew defensive and Trinity sidestepped to stand next to Violet.

“Really, nothing happened?” Violet finally spoke up, her tone condescending.

“Vi…”

“Well, Trinity. Adore has spoken, nothing happened,” Violet said.  

Adore rolled her eyes, not sure what other reaction she expected from Violet.

“Viol-”

“Uhm, I think we should go get our new schedules.” Violet grabbed Trinity’s wrist and dragged her off.

Adore leaned against the locker, sighing to herself. She knew that she needed to get her emotions together before things got out of control.

-

“Dory! Dory!” Courtney raced through the hall, nearly knocking over several bewildered freshman before breathlessly catching up with Adore in front of their English class.

“You alright, there?” Adore asked, seeing her friend’s flushed cheeks.

“Yeah, I’m just, I just wanted to tell you about…” Courtney panted, holding her side, clearly suffering from a cramp. She gulped for air, smiling widely. “Mrs. Maguire just announced the Spring musical and it’s GREASE and auditions are Tuesday!” Courtney clapped her hands, jumping up and down.

Adore laughed. “Cool. Was it worth collapsing your lung, though?”

“Adore! Grease! Don’t you remember how we used to watch Grease like, at least twice a week?! We’re gonna kill it!”

Adore slung an arm around Courtney’s shoulders and lead her inside the classroom.

“I love how you think we’re the only kids who danced around our living rooms to that movie, Court. You’re like, the perfect amount of delusional to be a musical theatre star.”

Courtney beamed at her. “Why, thank you, Ms. Delano.”

The truth was, Adore was really looking forward to the musical. For one thing, she desperately needed a break from all the Violet drama. And for another, despite knowing she was gonna have to put up with Courtney and Roy’s irritating PDA, it was an excuse to hang out with her bestie without all the cheerleaders (only Alyssa and Shangie did the plays, and they didn’t bother her nearly as much as the other bitches). But most of all, it was a creative outlet that she didn’t ordinarily have. Pearl had her art, Violet had ballet and orchestra, Fame had fashion design, but music and acting was Adore’s chance to be free. She loved to be onstage, and more than anything, she loved to sing.

Even last year in West Side Story, when she was just a part of the ensemble, had been one of the best experiences of her life. Especially since Courtney had charmed her way into being one of the Shark girls, despite being cast as a Jet. (Something about how she was a quarter Brazilian and so it was really important to her cultural heritage to be on the Puerto Rican side. Which of course Mrs. Maguire knew was bullshit, but she gave in anyway as long as she agreed to wear a black wig and “not do an offensive accent.”)

“So,” Adore said. “I assume you’re going for Sandy. Think I have a chance at Rizzo?”

“Duh!” Courtney said. “You only have the best voice in the whole school, Adore. You should sing ‘There Are Worse Things I Could Do’ for your audition. Everyone will lose their minds.” She hugged Adore around the neck, giggling happily.

-

“You know,” Alyssa said, as Courtney skipped down the aisle back to her seat, exceedingly pleased with her audition, “That song isn’t even in the play. It was just in the movie.”

Courtney’s face fell. “It’s not?” She turned to Darienne. How could ‘Hopelessly Devoted to You’ not be in the musical? “Is that true?”

“Um, maybe, I’m not sure. But it doesn’t matter, Court, you were really good! Don’t worry about it!” Darienne gave her a sunny smile and a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder.

“Thanks.” Courtney sat back down in her seat. She knew it was a long shot, but she had been praying that she had a chance at Sandy. She was confident that she could pull off the innocent sweet act, as well as the bad girl at the end. And Adore was totally killing it onstage. How awesome would it be if they ended up as Sandy and Rizzo?

Roy, who was currently waiting in the wings, waved at her. He was going to get Danny, no question about it. She blew him a kiss and he caught it, winking.

She sighed happily. What would be better than starring in a musical with her boyfriend and her best friend? She started to get butterflies in her stomach thinking about the three of them getting to spend all that time together. Adore finished her performance and Courtney clapped her hands enthusiastically, excited for the amazing semester they were about to have.

-

“We’re only sophomores, Court. We’re probably not getting lead roles.”

“I know, I know,” the blonde said, bouncing on the balls of her feet.

Adore smiled, unable to stop herself from catching some of Courtney’s infectious enthusiasm. They had a lot of very talented kids in their school, and Adore knew that Mrs. Maguire liked to reward the upperclassmen. She’d seen Darienne’s amazing audition, and figured that the odds of her getting Rizzo were pretty high. Adore also knew that Courtney had her heart set on Sandy, but she herself was really just hoping to be one of the Pink Ladies. She thought Frenchie was a fun part, and that way she’d get to wear fun colored wigs. And the other ones, she couldn’t remember their names, but they both had bigger singing parts, so that was cool.

“There it is!” Courtney’s eyes were round as she spotted the wall outside the theatre where Mrs. Maguire had posted the cast list. She turned to Adore. “Omigod, I’m so nervous.”

Adore took her hand and lead her decisively across the courtyard. “Time to rip off the band-aid!”

Courtney squealed a little under her breath as they stepped up to the bulletin board. She closed her eyes and then opened them. She caught Roy’s name immediately. Danny Zuko. No shock there. She looked to see who was playing Sandy, praying hard. Alyssa Edwards. Her chest deflated a little. Well...okay. She was only a sophomore, as Adore said. They had two more years for lead roles, and this show had tons of other good parts. Darienne was playing Rizzo. (Courtney could hear Darienne behind her, currently bitching about the fact that she finally had a lead and of course her douchebag ex-boyfriend was playing Kenickie, someone shoot her in the face.) She saw Adore’s name high up on the list too, as Marty, one of the Pink Ladies.

She kept looking on the list, her heart sinking a little the more she looked. Where was her name? Was she in the show at all? She finally found her name, at the bottom, under “Ensemble.” So not even one line? Tears stung her eyes, and she felt so stupid for thinking that she had a chance at a starring role. Adore was no longer holding her hand, having been pulled into the group of kids celebrating and chattering excitedly. Courtney took a deep breath.

Alyssa shrieked happily beside her. “Omigod, Dari, I got the part! Can you believe it!?”

No, Courtney thought to herself. Alyssa was not the best singer, and a barely passable actress. Frankly, Courtney didn’t understand this casting at all. Sure, she was an amazing dancer, and yeah, she had pretty good stage presence, but...Courtney told herself not to be bitter.

“Hey, gorgeous…” Roy slipped his arms around her from behind.

Courtney turned around, kissing him and then plastering a sunny smile across her face. “Hi. Congratulations.”

Alyssa sauntered up to them. “Hey Roy, looks like we’re playing romantic leads again. You better not try anything naughty this time.”

Roy rolled his eyes. “I’ll do my best, Edwards.”

Courtney raised an eyebrow. “‘Again’?”

Roy shook his head, pulling her closer. “I think she’s talking about the seventh grade talent show? We did a lip sync to ‘Leader of the Pack.’”

Courtney giggled. “Sounds like an epic romance. Sure you’re gonna be able to resist her charms?”

He groaned. “Why couldn’t you have been Sandy?”

“Rub it in, please.”

“Sorry.”

Courtney kissed him on the cheek. “It’s not your fault.”

They went inside the theatre to get their scripts and CDs with the music, and Courtney’s day got a little brighter. Mrs. Maguire pulled her into the office and asked her if she’d be willing to understudy for Alyssa. “I know it’s not glamorous, but I think you’re very talented, and I need people I can trust to step in if anything happens. Darienne was an understudy last year for Anita and that’s half the reason I know she can handle a lead this year.”

Courtney agreed enthusiastically, anxious to prove herself to Mrs. Maguire.

“And also, there’s a solo part that I didn’t post, because I expected to give it out once we get into rehearsals and hear how everyone’s voices blend, but I think you’d be really great for the Radio Singer in ‘It’s Raining On Prom Night.’ I’d like you to try it at the read-though, and assuming you can sing it without completely overpowering Alyssa, it’ll be yours.”

“Okay, sure!” Courtney felt some relief. Maybe there was hope for her musical theatre career yet.

“Just remember, it’s the 50s, so none of that Mariah stuff.” She winked.

Courtney giggled nervously. “I’ll do my best.”

-

“Ugh, assigned seats?” Roy grumbled, looking at the set-up for the cast read-through. He gripped her hand. “Don’t go.”

Courtney kissed him and deposited him in the seat next to the other lead cast members, feeling a bit unsympathetic to his plight.

“You’ll survive.” She started to walk towards the section where the other ensemble cast was supposed to sit, but paused to say hi to Adore, leaning over the table to give her bestie a hug. “Hey! I was listening to the songs and I really like yours.”

“I know, right?! It’s pretty funny that I’m playing the boy-crazy one, though,” Adore laughed.

Courtney winked. “Truly type casting.”

“What’s type casting?” asked a husky voice.

Adore turned to see Raja Gemini, the sexy, badass senior who was playing Frenchie, slipping into the seat beside her. A small thrill ran through her, when Raja’s dark, mysterious eyes locked with hers.

They had never exchanged words, like ever, but since freshmen year, Adore has always had a low-key crush on the older girl. “Oh, um...me...playing a character who’s obsessed with boys.”

Raja chuckled. “Oh, yeah, I’ve heard that about you.”

Adore could feel a blush creeping into her cheeks, which was only exacerbated by Raja’s hand suddenly reaching out and caressing her sleeve.

“This jacket is amazing. Is it real leather?” Raja leaned in to get a better look at the jacket, before looking up to meet Adore’s eyes.

“I think so? I got it from that thrift store on 6th Street.”

“Fuck, I love that place. I wanna do something really cool like this for the T-Bird and Pink Lady jackets. I already told Mrs. Maguire that we have to get something fucking rad,” Raja smiled at Adore and Adore swore her heart went into overtime.

Adore gazed into her eyes. “Yeah, sounds...sounds great.”

Courtney cleared her throat. “I’m gonna go find my seat. Do you still wanna hang out later?”

“Hmmm?” Adore tore her eyes from Raja’s and turned to Courtney. “Oh, yeah, sure.”

Courtney smiled tensely and skipped away.

“Bummer,” Raja said. “I was hoping you’d come to Carrows with me, Darienne and Jinkx. Do like a Pink Ladies dinner bonding thing. But I don’t want to fuck up your plans,” Raja tilted her head as stirred her Starbucks with her straw.

Adore gulped. “Oh, well, we were just gonna hang out, so...maybe we can reschedule.”

“Alright, well, let me know. And here’s to our new gang.” She held out her Starbucks cup, toasting Adore’s Red Bull.

“Party.”

-

Pearl was so excited to be picked to work on the set of Grease. She sat backstage as the cast did their reading, waiting for Thorgy--who was running around somewhere--to tell her what she was going to need to do. She sat on top of last semester's set, swinging her legs, and texted Trinity who was complaining about all the homework they already had.

A sudden noise had Pearl’s head snapping up from her phone, sure that Thorgy was finally ready to tell her what she was working on.

But, she was surprised to spot a dark-skinned girl with full lips in bright multi-colored leggings there instead of Thorgy.

“Hey, sorry. Didn’t mean to interrupt you. I was looking for Sasha,” she gave a small smile.

“Oh, uh well, I don’t know her. Is she in the cast, because they’re reading,” Pearl hopped down, stuffing her phone in her pocket. Pearl had never seen the girl in front of her, but she was pretty and Pearl found herself wanting to get know her better.

“No, Sasha’s working on the backdrops and stuff,” she said, looking around the back stage. “I’ve always wanted to see what it looked like behind the curtains.”

“I’m working on the backdrop too! But I’m sorry I can’t help you find her. I’m Pearl.” she introduced herself as she watched the girl make her way around.

“I’m Shea.”

-

Courtney didn’t have much to do during the read-through, and so she found her eyes wandering around the room, settling quite often on Adore, who was simpering up at Raja with a dopey, lovestruck expression on her face. Every time Raja leaned over to whisper something to her, she would giggle and blush and bat her eyelashes. Watching them made Courtney’s skin itch.

Across the table, Alyssa was doing the absolute most with Roy, flirting shamelessly with him during every scene they had together, shoving her tits in his face. Wasn’t Sandy supposed to be sweet and innocent? Roy kept sending Courtney looks of distress, rolling his eyes and at one point, when Alyssa had grabbed him by the collar, actually mouthing ‘help me!’ at her. Courtney chuckled to herself. Poor baby.

Adore’s solo was great, and Mrs. Maguire didn’t seem to mind that she directed most of it to her fellow Pink Lady, rather than the boys, as the script instructed. Raja, for her part, seemed to encourage it, cheering and even stuffing a dollar bill into Adore’s back pocket at one point, until Mrs. Maguire told her to stop.

When it was time for Courtney to get up and go to the mic for ‘It’s Raining On Prom Night,’ Roy blew her a kiss for good luck, but of course Adore wasn’t even watching. She was too busy gazing at Raja with that same dumb expression she had all afternoon. The good news was, Courtney didn’t seem to have any trouble channeling the distressed misery necessary for the song, and afterwards, Mrs. Maguire told her that the solo was all hers.

She raced over to Adore, thrilled, to tell her, and found her friend still hanging on Raja’s every word with those big soft eyes.

“Ahem.”

Raja slung her messenger bag over her shoulder. “I’m gonna run to the bathroom. Meet me in the parking lot in 5?”

“‘Kay,” Adore nodded, biting her lip.

Courtney narrowed her eyes, watching Raja walk away. “Why are you meeting her in the parking lot?”

“Hmmm?” Adore turned towards Courtney with a dreamy expression.

Snapping her fingers in Adore’s face, Courtney leaned over the table and, irritated, exclaimed, “Adore!”

“What?!”

“Care to fill me in on what the fuck is going on?!” She crossed her arms.

“Oh...well...yeah, Raja wants to do like a Pink Ladies dinner thing with me and Darienne and Jinkx, and I--”

“But you said you were gonna hang out with me.”

Adore took in the wounded look in Courtney’s green eyes, and sighed. “No, I know, I told her that. I...”

Courtney swallowed.

“...I don’t have to go. I told her we had plans.”

After a beat, Courtney shook her head and said, “No, no, it’s fine. You should go. We can hang out some other night this week. If you want.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, of course. I’m not going anywhere.” Courtney shifted her backpack on her shoulders.

Adore grinned and kissed her on the cheek. “You’re the best, Court. I’ll text you tonight, okay?”

“Sure.” Courtney said, watching her leave.

-

“You could break her leg,” Willam offered.

“That’s what I said!” Roy chuckled.

Courtney rolled her eyes. “You guys, can you please stop? It’s like, not even funny to joke about that! What if something really happens to her?!” They were gathered behind the theatre, watching Pearl paint one of the backdrops

“Well, then perfect, ‘cause I’ll get to kiss you instead of her,” Roy said, shaking his head. “God, she really is the worst.”

“She’s not that bad,” Pearl said.

“Would you fuck Alyssa Edwards, new girl?”

“Maybe,” Pearl mused, giving a sassy tongue pop. “If we’re being really honest, she does give me vibes occasionally.”

Roy laughed, barking, “Great, she’s all yours!” He wrapped his arms tighter around Courtney’s waist.

Adore rounded the corner, a giddy smile on her face, breathing, “Hey guys…”

“Oh, look who remembered her friends all of a sudden,” Willam laughed. “And how’s Raaaajaaaa? Has she eaten your pussy yet?”

“Please,” Adore giggled. “I can’t even believe she’s talking to me.”

Courtney bristled slightly. “She’s only human, Adore.”

“I’m not sure that’s true,” Adore said, giggling again. She peeked through the door. “Omigod, look at her. She is so fucking hot, I can’t breathe.”

“If you say so,” Courtney replied, rolling her eyes and leaning against Roy’s shoulder.

“She’s pretty fierce, but frankly, I’m kind of surprised she likes you. Usually she goes for girls with a much better sense of fashion,” Willam deadpanned.

“Fuck off, Willam!”

“I’m just saying...you should go for it, though, maybe you’ll learn something,” he laughed, tossing some imaginary hair over his shoulder.

Adore smirked. “Maybe I will.”

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ToG-Tarot Questionnaire Response 03

THANK YOU FOR TAGGING ME @khunfounded​!  I start this first with p0l-anka and now baam-viole, so now I’m continuing it with you. ^^ Don’t worry about responding, I just wanted to show appreciation for you.

“The Fool: I found the manhwa when it was still only on the first season so I was pretty young. I thought it was really cool and I would revisit it sporadically over the years for updates. My favorite thing about it was the characters, because I have pretty strong empathy comboed with getting easily bored so even if a story has fantastic plot but mediocre characters I won’t be interested. I’m probably just picky though.”

Oh hey, same here, same here. My empathy makes it hard for me to just casually enjoy stories, so there must be a fantastic plot with fantastic characters. *nod nod* 

ALSO, AGAIN WITH A VETERAN.  DANG YA’LL.  I BOW TO EVERY ONE OF YOU WHO HAVE BEEN ON SIU’S JOURNEY SINCE THE BEGINNING.

“The Magician: I really want specifically Laure’s wave controller abilities because not only are they really strong, he is strong enough that he can just nap wherever and only come out when people need him.”

You want wave controller and you got Anima on that test. Ironically, I got wave controller, but after seeing your results, I wanted Anima lol.

“The Hierophant: I’m not quite sure about this one but I think all the single agents that use anyone, including Fug to their own advantage. I just love double and tripple crosses let’s be honest. Plus Beta was an angy cutie and I feel for him and the other experiment kids.” 

Honestly, you hit the nail on the head here. I really have a hard time liking Hansung but after seeing his character at the end of S04 and beginning of S03, he strikes me more as someone who did what he had to do in order to make sure Bam survived in the long run, even if it means enslaving Bam under FUG. It was super eye-opening to see it.

“Strength: Rak because he is one of the most collected, emotionally intelligent characters. He has his shit together, which is honestly an accomplishment in this universe.”

xD

“The Hermit: I find myself relating to Khun the most because I am often closed off in real life and I find it hard to get closer to other people even though I care a lot. I’m also the one making sure my friends all don’t die from being stupid so there’s that.”

Okay but beautiful response here with a conclusion that made me choke on my saliva from laughing too hard.  Seriously, ten thumbs up.

You are this: “Trying to keep you all out of trouble is like herding cats”

“Justice: I don’t have much of an opinion on the war, I just know that the tower is a messed up place that desperately needs reform, and neither of the sides will do a good job of it.”

Lol, yeah, same here. ^^;;  

“The Star: Every hug. That tiny moment where Viole has Miseng on his shoulders. Khunbamrak nap. I’m a very soft person okay???”

YOU MENTIONED MY GIRL MISENG, THANK YOUUUUU

“The Moon: I’m gonna make Khun having a cat a thing if it’s the last thing I do. But my real favorite headcanon is that either Rak has forgotten all their names or he calls them by their real names in his head and he has to actively translate it to turtles.”

...Again, have a piece of my soul. Your galaxy brain has earned it. @_@

“The World: I love this fandom it is so lovely! I also finally got into making fanfic which I have been wanting to do forever but never had the confidence for, so thank you guys! Also, Arizona is pretty bad with the COVID situation so me and my family have been self isolating for a while and ToG and this fandom always brightens my day.”

I really hope you and your family have been okay and continue to be okay. 

Also I’m so glad that the fandom has you. 

Actually, I’m glad for your existence, period.

[priea01]

Flozmin Rewatch

Part 10

If you feel yourself compelled to lie to the person you’re seeing, maybe things aren’t so rosy.

Also, damn, Flor. This is the picture you have for Jazmín and you’re sure you didn’t know you liked women? This is the kind of picture I printed off of actresses I “admired” when I was eleven.

Of course Jaz is spending her day off with Flor. And still not letting Flor put herself down. She’s a girl who gets up when she falls. What a beautiful way to describe her. Jaz feels like she’s working herself up to offer money to Flor here. She doesn’t need the money and she wants Flor to be happy and have a good time and not feel like a drain.

Two things I want to say about this face. First, she’s just so damn enchanted with Flor and that’s adorable, but also, she gives Flor 100% of her attention anytime Flor asks for it. And also, even though it was only three words, I love hearing Viole speak English.

Jaz is such a hype machine. Flor, of course Jaz is going to ignore her phone, because YOU are more important to her. Then she doesn’t let Flor bail on her audition. This is such a bold way to touch someone you’re definitely not dating, Jaz.

Again, Flor. Lying is not a sign of a healthy relationship. I don’t want to talk about Daniel at all, but I do love this face.

Jaz mocking Flor made me laugh out loud. Flor, ask yourself why you have to hide yourself when you’re with Dani and you don’t with Jaz.

Oh, the white board. And here comes Jaz with Love Tea and a snack. She won’t be taking no for an answer, so don’t even try. I love Flor explaining exactly what goes on before she has tics, the pressure she feels. And then comes the offer. No strings. No expectations. Just a freely given gift. Oh, yes. It’s such a labor to explain things to Flor. Accept gift. Give hug. Buy souvenir.

[iredreamer]

Thank you very much for that gifset of "Earth to Flor"! Also love how fede immediately knows they were having a moment. If you're taking any other requests, you always write about how much you love flor touching jaz' shoulders. Maybe you could do a top 5 of that because I love those from you. Or just a top 5 of the times they said i love you (te quiero or te amo) that you like?

Hey anon :) sorry for the super late reply. I LOVE Flor touching Jaz's shoulders, she has an obsession and I love it! I can't possibly pick a fave one or even just five but I did make a gifset about that because it's my favorite detail. And now I'm gonna do my te quiero/te amo top 5!

*yo te quiero* This is one of my favorite scenes and it also has one of my favorite hugs. This is also gonna be the only "te quiero" in this top 5 and that's because I feel like this could have been a "te amo". I love how Flor just says it, like she can't hold it in anymore, and I love that once she says it she just says it again and it feels almost liberating. And I love LOVE Jaz little "¿Sí?". Jaz looks at Flor with so much love it moves me. I love the fact that she's holding Flor's hands to keep her from hitting herself and the way she says "Yo también te quiero" is just perfect. And then of course the way she hugs and holds Flor just shows how much she loves her.

*te amo* I rewatched this scene last week and it truly hit me. Viole's acting is out of this world and the love confession is just so so so beautiful. I love the opening phrase of her "monologue" so much, it is one of my favorite quotes "No quiero pasar un minuto más de mi vida sin estar con vos" and the "Te amo" is perfect. I love how Flor takes a deep breath before saying it and how she shakes her head after. That head shake is everything, it's like a "I don't really know what I'm doing, the I love you just left my lips and I don't know what to do now, I've never felt like this before but I do love you and you need to know." She is so vulnerable here and so honest and I love her. It's a sad scene, because Jaz doesn't say it back but it's a beautiful scene and I just love Flor saying "te amo" to Jaz.

*¿vos me amas? muchísimo.* Well this is a simple, sweet, cute and warm I love you. It's one of my favorites because basically the whole scene is a love confession. Both of them are so happy here and their smiles are the most beautiful thing. And I just love them when they talk about having kids. And and and, that kiss is so so so perfect, Flor's hands on Jaz's back and Jaz's hand on Flor's leg. And I adore that whispered "Yo también" between kisses.

*te amo. yo también te amo.* The thing I love most about this is Flor's little head shake before saying "te amo", she just can't believe that Jaz is hers, she can't believe how lucky and how happy she is and I love everything about it. The time she takes to just look at Jaz before saying "te amo" is just an I love you in itself. And oh their smiles, the way Jaz gets closer and kisses her wife...perfection.

*¿donde estabas vos, que tarde tanto tiempo en encontrarte?* Again with the little head shake. I just love it. Anyway, this is so cute and they are so in love with each other I wanna cry. Flor's smile is everything. And I love the second "te amo" she says, she just can't stop saying it.

Okay, well there are a lot more scenes and I know I left out some of the "important" ones (the first time Jaz says it, or ep 113 when they have sex for the first time) but I don't know...these are the ones that I love the most.

[khunfounded]

I’m Literally Gonna Be Ill for Days So You’re Gonna Just Have To Deal With All These Tbh

I am once again being enabled by @gayshipsaremylife-andfood birdies!

This song is the softest yet, the gentle acoustic version of Ribcage by Crywolf. It is visceral while still being sugary sweet.

I see this one from Bam’s perspective which is always bone meltingly gooey. But this one is during his Viole era. 

This is the favorite analysis I’ve done so far! :)

I'm alive with the glory of your skin Just a touch can take me deeper, now Just a touch can make me fall back in

Before he came to the tower, Bam did not get much skin contact. Even the one person he did interact with, Rachel, seemed to treat touch with Bam as compulsory. She didn’t even help him with his hair for the longest time.

Khun, on the other hand, (especially in the anime) is very giving with his touches. I think this is especially so with Bam because of how emotionally connected they are.

Khun also seems to know when Bam needs that physical reassurance, which can be seen in the s3 hug, probably because they are on the same wavelength a lot of the time.

So, when he does get contact with Khun during the first test, it is bewitching to Bam. 

I think I found you in the fault lines I think I saw you in my searing pain I think I saw you from my window You were dancing in the pouring rain

Bam found Khun when he was at his lowest, utterly out of his depth in a new place and having just been abandoned by his one friend.

In Khun he was introduced to brand new things he had never had: casual touch, genuine emotional support, camaraderie.

Is this love that I've found? Is this a new beginning?

Bam doesn’t really know what love is, outside of his experience with Rachel, which is a one-sided and toxic affair. So, looking back on it, Bam wonders if this is what they mean when people talk about love.

The new beginning part is obvious, with Khun and the rest of his friends, Bam found a new start. Or so he thought.

I wanna pull you against my skin And I wanna know what goes on in that lovely mind Hey, lovely mind, oh

Bam wants to bring Khun back to him and find that comfort once again, but he is being blackmailed and torn away from him, so for now all he has is dreams and wishes.

S1 Bam and Khun don’t know each other as well as S2 and S3 Bam and Khun do, so they still have a lot to explore about each other. That exploration was left hanging, and Bam yearns for it.

Lovely mind is such a poignant phrase because a lot of Khun is his mind and creativity. He has so many layers and at this point Bam hasn’t yet peeled them all back.

You've got an ocean inside your bones And I think I'm losing myself in your salty eyes Hey, salty eyes, oh

 This has got me thinking a lot about Khun’s eyes. A lot of the fandom’s focus is on Bam and Khun’s brilliant eyes, and for good reason.

Khun’s eyes betray his cunning, and a lot of the time his affection for Bam. They are ocean eyes, ever changing and filled with unknown depths.

This song focuses on physical tough quite a bit, and Bam talking about getting lost in Khun’s eyes and his ocean bones furthers that narrative.

I'll survive with just a taste of how you live Do you wanna take me deeper, now? Do you wanna make me fall back in?

Bam, or rather Viole, is alone right now. So all he has left of Khun is his memory, the taste of how he lives.

Bam entreats to Khun to connect with him. I think there is definitely a part of Bam that is worried that he won’t be accepted by his friends because he has changed so much. (But we know Khun would never do that).

He asks Khun if he wants to rekindle the connection that they had, if he will make Bam fall again.

I can feel your ribcage Pressing tight on the curve of my spine Open up and allow my secrets in

I love this line because it’s such an adorable image. At this point they have met and this is the famous nap scene. I like to think while they are asleep, Khun subconsciously spoons Bam to stay as close to him as possible and make sure he doesn’t disappear again.

Because of their five years apart and what was quite honestly psychological and physical torture that was done to Bam, there are a lot of things that they don’t know about each other now. Bam is asking if they can change that now that they can be together.

Is this love that I've found? Is this a new beginning?

Yes, it is.

[joyfullynervouscreator]

Leaving Home pt 7

Nori´s troubles

“Master Balin is going with Uzbad Thorin to Erebor!” Never had Ori uttered more damning words, in Nori’s opinion. “I’ve already signed up, I’ll be appointed official scribe. Balin says I can earn my Mastery writing the official account of the Quest!” Nori could occasionally be wrong, he thought, though he’d never admit it: THOSE were the most damning words little Ori had ever uttered. “Nori’s here!?” the journeyman scribe exclaimed, hugging the Thief tightly. Nori sent a despairing glance towards Dori, who seemed speechless in the face of Ori’s excitement.

The rows that followed were legendary.

For once, Nori and Dori were in complete agreement. Ori was too young to risk his life on a Quest like this. Ori himself, however, was determined to go. All Dori’s huffing and lecturing did not change his mind, nor did Nori’s earnest pleas. The youngest son of Arnóra would be going to Erebor with King Thorin’s Company, and that was final. A week before they were set to leave, Dori finally caved. Not that she would let her younger brother, whom she had raised from a mere dwarfling, go alone, of course. No, now DORI was going to go too. Although Dori was strong, and quite handy with her sword and flail, Nori's big sister had not left the settlement since they arrived here. Mahal wept.

Nothing Nori had said had changed either of their minds, which was why he was sitting in a dark corner of the Woolly Bear, nursing a tankard of ale. It was almost ready to join its brethren on the table in front of him, where Nori blearily counted 6 companionable steins waiting for their seventh member.

“Drowning your sorrows, Nori?” The voice that asked the question was usually one of the most jovial of Nori’s acquaintances, but tonight, Bofur did not wear his customary grin. He was wearing a peculiar new hat, however, which made Nori speechless for a few moments.

“Brothers have joined up for Thorin’s quest,” Nori sighed; even while drunk, Nori would never betray Dori's secret. It was his sister's choice to continue her pretence, and the younger Sons of Arnóra were used to referring to all of themselves as 'brothers' to outsiders. “Which means – even if I hadn’t volunteered already – I HAVE to go. Those two would never survive in the wilds, even with the likes of Shumrozbid Dwalin to look after them.” The Thief sighed heavily, draining his stein. Bofur – being the best Dwarf in Ered Luin, Nori swore to Mahal – had already ordered him another, which Nori greeted with a wan smile.

“My brother and cousin are going too,” Bofur mumbled. “I didn’t really want to go, but they promised us free ale and an adventure. I couldn’t let Bifur go alone, you know. He’s… well…” Nori nodded sympathetically. Bifur – courtesy of the axe in his head – had a tendency to fall into uncontrollable rages at the most inconvenient times, like a true berserker of legend, but when the axe did not pain him, he was the sweetest, gentlest Dwarf in Ered Luin. He was the best Cantor Ered Luin had ever fostered, it was said, though Bifur also had a reputation as a fierce warrior. Somehow the thought of Bifur being along was a comfort to Nori. That would be one Dwarf he would not need to worry about. “Bombur signed up as cook.”

“Do you want to get drunk, Bofur? Because I want to get drunk.” Nori interrupted. He was feeling nicely woozy already, but he would need a few more steins – maybe a whole keg – of ale inside him before going up against a Dragon would seem like a feasible task. He might have to break open the stronger stuff to make it seem like a smart idea, mind, but with Bofur to help, Nori was certain they could manage a good booze-up. The Dwarf beside him, a spot of foam clinging to his droopy moustache in a peculiarly fascinating way, nodded happily. Nori congratulated himself. At least with Bofur along, entertainment was guaranteed. With another wave at the barmaid, Nori ordered another round. Beside him, Bofur, who had obviously had as much as Nori himself before joining the Thief’s table, was singing softly. When Geisli arrived, bearing full foaming mugs of the famous Woolly Bear Ale, Bofur’s song rose and Nori recognised a verse of ‘Pour your brother’.

Cheers to the barmaid, she’s a saint It’s wondrous how she stands the strain Catch me lass, I’m gonna faint Cheers to the barmaid, she’s a saint

“No, you’re not, Bofur,” the barmaid said with a wink, and Nori wondered idly whether Geisli had a soft spot for the Broadbeam miner. He chuckled into his stein as Bofur gave her his best soppy grin. “If you’re going to faint, I’ll leave it to the Stonedancer over there to catch you.” With a cheeky smile and a sway in her hips, Geisli was gone, her golden braids swinging loosely with each step. Nori elbowed Bofur. The hatted Dwarf’s soppy grin had turned genuinely sappy, and Nori was not in the mood to watch Bofur fall in lust with another bar-maid. He wanted company for drinking tonight, and if Bofur went off with Geisli, he’d have to drink alone, which was never as much fun.

“Cheers, Bofur,” he grinned, idly flipping a silver coin between his fingers. When he was drunk enough that he dropped it more often than not, he’d go home, he decided on a whim. Sleep it off at Dori’s place and set off with his brothers in the morning. Maybe. Nori scowled. Why did his brothers have to be so stubbornly honourable? Nori sighed, taking a deep swallow of his ale. Beside him, Bofur’s tune had changed, and Nori caught a few strands of ‘Man in the Moon’ before the jolly toy-maker changed to a tune Nori did not recognise. “New song?” he asked. He didn’t really care, but the bard who was playing in the corner did not deserve the title. Anything was better than listening to that tortured viol. It sounded like a dying cat. Nori wished that he had been able to convince Dwalin to come out tonight, but he knew that the big warrior would be staying with the Princess and the young Princes as well as Lord Balin. Nori scowled. This entire predicament was ALL Balin’s fault. He muttered as much to Bofur who drunkenly agreed.

Nori didn’t care that Bofur’s slightly slurred words came out as “Darn right, mate, old Magrin is bald”, it was still valid commiseration. He dropped the coin. Crawling under the table was the undignified way of retrieving it, of course, which was why Nori tried to reach it with his boot. He was not exactly sure how he ended up sat under the table, but he still had his ale, so he counted that as a win and drank the mug down.

“Oooh, a shiny silver coin. Mine!”

“Whit ye sayin,” Bofur mumbled, climbing off the bench, every move exaggerated in the manner of drunks trying to appear less drunk than they are.

“Shiny coins!” Nori repeated, loudly. “Treeeassuuuure.” It felt good in his mouth, so Nori repeated it a few more times.

“Oooh, I know a song about treasure,” Bofur mumbled.

“Oh, Mahal’s Beard, Bofur, if you sing that song about the pale gold again, I will cut you,” Nori groused. He had had to overhear- err, listen to Thorin sing that several times over the past year, and though it was a good song, very powerful, it was also far too depressing for a night of drunken pre-quest revelry. “Sing something about kicking the dragon out of Erebor instead. Or about it getting indigestion and dying from eating all those Dwarrow in the sacking.” Nori was not a particularly politically correct drunk when he didn’t want to be, and with the Quest looming away mere hours from now, Nori did not want to be respectful of the dead or anyone else, really.

“We drink to our youth, and to days come and gone.

For the age of oppression is now nearly done. We'll drive out the Dragon from this land that we own.

With our blood and our steel we will take back our home.”

 “What in the name of the Seven Fathers is that Bofur.” Beleaguered, Nori climbed back onto the bench, wrapping an arm around Bofur’s shoulders and hauling him up too. “Let’s hear it proper. Stand up!” casting stink eyes at the sorry excuse for a bard, Nori yelled into the room. “OI, YOU LOT. PIPE DOWN N LISTEN TO BOFUR! NEW SONG! NEW SONG!”

The chant was picked up quickly, Nori did know his audience after all, and most Dwarrow, drunk or not, would want to listen to a new song, even if the current offerings had not been so horrid. Bofur swayed gently, but he gamely climbed atop the table. Raising his mug, which was still half-full, Bofur opened his mouth.

We drink to our youth, and to days come and gone.

For the age of oppression is now nearly done. We'll drive out the Dragon from this land that we own.

With our blood and our steel we will take back our home.

All hail to Thorin! You are the High King!

In your great honour we drink and we sing.

We're the children of Durin, and we fight all our lives.

And when Itdendûm beckons, every one of us dies! But Erebor is ours and we'll see it wiped clean.

Of the scourge that has sullied our hopes and our dreams[1]

 With a bow that almost saw him tumbling off the table, Bofur finished the song, to raucous applause and clamours of ‘AGAIN, AGAIN’

Even Nori had to admit he was impressed with how quickly his fellow bar patrons picked up the song. The tune was simple, and of course everyone stopped for a drink after yelling Thorin’s name, but all in all the chorus – gamely directed by Bofur, who would have stumbled off the table in his enthusiasm if not for Nori’s grip on his legs – was a raving success. A few more repetitions in – heavily influenced by the ales that patrons kept sending them – Nori too had joined the table top directing, to massive cheers. When he whirled Bofur in a quick jig among their empty steins, he would have sworn he saw Geisli laughing her head off behind her apron, but Nori couldn’t be sure. Mostly because he suddenly found himself on the floor, bracketed by Bofur’s arms on either side of his head and the miner’s body heavy on top of his own breathless chest.

The kiss was accidental, honestly. Not that they hadn’t shared a tumble before, but Nori generally had a policy of not tumbling people he would be working with shortly. In this case, however, he didn’t care and apparently neither did Bofur. When they finally got to their feet – an act which was severely hampered by the people trying to pull them up off the floor, Nori found – to take a bow, Bofur’s hand was still clasped around his arm. Staggering back to their table, Nori found four more mugs of ale waiting for them, which made him quite happy. Bofur joined him, which also made him quite happy.

When they finally staggered out of the inn in the wee hours of morning, Nori did not care that Bofur followed him home. The two friends fell into bed and were out before their heads hit the pillow.

  [1] Adapted version of ”The Age of Oppression” from Elder Scrolls: Skyrim game © Bethesda Softworks

@life-is-righteous

Full series on Ao3!

[arutinmy]

khun and yuri for that character ask! :O

Thank you for asking! Based on this post.

Both are on my top 5 fav list! Answers under the cut!

KHUN ;

How I feel about this character

INFINITE LOVE. I fell in love with him at first sight. His character design is just a total eyecandy for me (thanks for blue being my favorite color). I occasionally yodelled whenever he appears, like, hoW CAN A CHARACTER DESIGN BE SO PERFECT??? He’s just really pleasing to look at. I like his attitude, he’s got a strong character for a protag, even stronger than Bam, imo. He’s salty, sassy, manipulative, smug, smart as f*ck etc etc and i just love his eyes so much. He also still has a lot to discover. He has trust issues, which makes him hard to trust anyone easily, thanks to his experiences. He’s very calm and observant most of times, or even if he lose his cool he could still decide asfgag teach me. Also he has a good fashion sense (scout girl attire i’m talking to you) even though his dresscodes are mainly his favorite white shirt + something else. The last coat looks perfect on him. His hair ASDAGSDMNSAFN i fell even deeper in love when he ties his hair in loose like this–

or even this

I’m good either way.

And his piercings– I’m usually against guys getting their ears pierced but then my brother had his first piercing a few years back and i guess it looks kinda cool? His eyebrows are one of a kind and i love them (If there isn’t a thing i love from him) 

All the people I ship romantically with this character

1. The 25th Bam a.k.a Jue Viole Grace a.k.a slay me o holy slayer candidate of FUG– ahem. I mean, do I have to point it out to you? I can make a whole book dedicated to why i ship them and i don’t want this answer to be too long so, perhaps on another post? The main thing is -> they have the chemistry. Here’s some of my favorite interactions of them from the kaiser arc because kaiser arc is my favorite

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there are still a lot more but i’ll stop here

OK I NEED TO MOVE ON

2. Khun Maria Jahad because it’s rather canon that their relationship is romantic? And I support canon verse? They’re barely related so I guess it’s not incest, and I also wanted a woman suitable for A.A, so far I think Maria is the only one worthy and I’d love to see them together. I don’t expect her to be such an angel but if she tears down the friendship between bam and khun, i will build an iceberg in front of this ship.

3. Hatsu. I talked about it here, it’s basically the same.

My non-romantic OTP for this character

1. Also Bam??? I ship them but their friendship is much more important to me.

2. Rak. I can see him teasing rak every once and then.

3. Actually make it RAKHUNBAM instead please.

4. Wangnan Jah! Their relationship is really interesting tbh.

5. Shibisu. They would actually make a great duo imo.

My unpopular opinion about this character

1. This guy is a bottom.2. almost every opinions of mine are popular lmao but how about showing more of his earrings?

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

He needs to learn to trust people. And I wished for more of the “you just got khun’d” moments in the manhwa. Please let him meet maria asap so i can resolve this conflict in my heart. Also he seemed so eager to kill rachel before, but i guess since she (kinda) saved his life, he held back? I’d like to know his thought after this event.

YURI ;

How I feel about this character

Definitely LOVE. Both her and Endorsi are quite unique despite their titles as Princesses of Jahad. She’s really badass and her combat power is just >>> At first I didn’t really liked her since her very first appearance was kicking Bam right in the face lmao but as time passes by I realized how much of a rebel she is and i eventually fell in love. Her design is beautiful too. A long raven hair tied on the side and ruby red eyes— where else can you find it? She’s also young inside. I find it cute how she acts like a baby and love warm chocolate milk lmao. I mean look at this

she’s beauty, she’s grace.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

1. Just Bam, I guess? I know she’s much older than him but I don’t think age even matters anymore. It’s rather canon how she likes him as a man and I found them really cute sometimes. I’m also into canon stuffs haha. Among every woman, I think she’s the most potential one for him. That iconic hug from the hell train when they finally reunited made my heart go bOOOMMmmM i guess this pictures can help me explain

I love how he got comfortable enough around her to act like this ahahah.

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i see what u did there yuri.

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Urek Mazino. Their interactions are hilarious! I love how Urek is far more stronger than her but he made it looked like she’s superior.I’d also like to know her meetings with Lero Ro.

My unpopular opinion about this character

I’m not good at doing this unpopular opinion tbh, but I want Yuri to rock the twintail again. I know it will look weird but doesn’t that ponytail make your head dizzy??

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

I want her to know the truth of Jahad and went rogue like Garam did. In fact, all the princesses need to realize what’s actually happening in the tower. I’m still curious to what bet she made with Maschenny back then.

I think that’s pretty much it? I took too long answering this bc I ended up re-reading while looking for screenshots lmao. Thanks for asking!