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nighttimepixels · 6 years ago

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I LOVE tytanttortoise’s version of soulmates. Mind if i ask what the ladies would respond to finding their soulmate? Please and thank you.

Oh man, this is a good one - I’ll admit, I can be a bit of a sucker for the soulmate trope. (and I love @tyranttortoise and her takes to death)

(also, sidenote on the soulmate front, are you guys following @popatochisssp?? because you should be! They’re a hilarious delight and a fantastic human being and are currently writing a series of oneshots about the skeleguys and their soulmates called Make Your Mark that is obscene levels of adorable and I totally recommend, along with all their writing & hot skele-takes! ♡ )

There’s a delightful not-so-guilty pleasure in the idea of soulmates in the contexts of UT & AUs; see, my interpretation falls in the category of ‘soulmates are people who are so perfectly compatible it transcends any other kind of resonance you have with people who get you’. It’s not so much fate forcing you together as it is… someone who’s just right. Puzzle pieces, you know? 3D ones, that interlock perfectly and make a stronger unit together. ♡

I’m also a big ol’ softie who loves her fluff and happy endings, so, y’know. X)

For transparency’s sake I’ll clarify that I’m not making soulmates canon to the Lilytale fic, but I love indulging in soulmate aus, so… I’ll answer this for those delightful ‘what-if’ scenarios anyways >:)c

That said! I’m beyond tempted to wax on about the girls, but here goes an effort to not be too long-winded (//▽//)ゞ below the cut!

first edit: (post Serif’s) ahaha nope this is long, hope you guys have fun with what turned into a series of super gay minifics

SECOND EDIT: ooookay, this turned into minific central! Below are soulmate setups for Serif, Vellum, and Crimson.

…. -sweats- it got… long.

So, if you want more of these… let me know! Leave a comment too, letting me know what you liked - doing just this much took more time than I meant, woops, so it's nice to hear if anyone's actually into it. X)

To clarify, this isn’t going to be a ‘soul mark’ situation - rather, I’ll work under the parameters that soulmates aren’t something you immediately realize.

For this post, soulmates are someone you are naturally drawn to…

But there’s got to be a moment, right? So… we’ll say that the ‘moment of realization’ only comes when you first kiss your soulmate.

Shhhh don’t @ me I love me some shoujo-tastic fluffy romance ;v;

Serif:

She didn’t think she had a soulmate.

They’re rare, after all; 2 souls, that compatible? Stars, after everything she’s been through… she’s just happy to have a cute s/o like you.

You’ve been dating for a while - she’s not the pushy type, not in the least, and hell, you were friends for well over a year before you’d woken up, leaning against her after a movie marathon turned sleepover… and her hand, tangled in your hair, slowed from it’s gentle stroke. She’d ended up admitting she liked you, to turn a long story short, with a casual matter-of-factness that was just so her - and the way she’d ended up grinning at you when you'd flustered and spluttered… You can’t help but wonder if she wasn’t hoping to hear your laugh.

Of course, you’ve been dating for a little while now. Life was busy, and hell, being friends for long enough, you weren’t in a rush - you held hands, cuddled, even went out on dates to her and now your favorite bar and grill, Charby’s -

She’d kissed your cheek goodnight so, so many times.

Stars, it was so close to your lips, but every time you nearly had the courage to try and sneak a proper kiss by turning your head into her motion - well, you got awfully distracted by the way her eyelights glimmered in the night, looking at you with a softness and focus and something that just stopped every thought in your head…

Maybe that’s why you were so caught off guard when she was dropping you off, one easy shortcut from Charby’s to your front stoop - and instead of turning her head to kiss your cheek at the last moment as always…

She didn’t turn.

Her mouth caught yours, gentle, something like the brush of a butterfly, one that fluttered your stomach as your heart skipped a beat -

And suddenly, everything… clicked. You had no idea how, no idea why, what this was - but it was like you’d been looking at the world through a tilted lens without even realizing it… and her kiss had set it right.

Her breath rushed out of her, her hand tightening in yours, her gaze meeting yours -

And suddenly, suddenly magic tears were welling in her eyesockets. You panicked, torn between laughing in giddy joy and confusion, your hands coming up to wipe them away, questions as to what was wrong on your tongue -

Her hands met your cheeks at the same time, wiping away tears that you hadn’t realized were falling down your own face.

“fuck,” she whispered, a single word that had you laughing wetly for how reverent it sounded coming from her, from your Serif, from- “you’re my soulmate.”

There were a million questions you could have asked - you’d heard the term, knew they were real, but there was so much unknown, so many questions all at once-

Instead, you kissed her.

Nothing, nothing had ever felt so right.

She kissed you right back, laughing and curling her arms around your waist, floored that… that she could have been so lucky. The kiss is breathless and passionate and eventually turns sweetly, mutually languid as she holds you ever closer...

It’ll take a long time for her to feel like she isn’t dreaming, but who’s she to question a good dream? For you… she’d dream forever, wouldn’t she.

Vellum:

Rare was it, a day that passed without your gorgeous skeleton lady-knight in stylish armor didn’t sweep you off your feet.

Literally.

Vellum loved it - loved the feel of you in her arms, loved hearing your bright, flustered laughter, loved the light that sparkled in your eyes, loved the way your arms wrapped around her to stick close.

You were the sun in the sky to her, and stars, she loved getting to be the one to see you rise, again and again, day after day. And when you were feeling low… well, she was just as willing to be the clouds that pillowed you and gave you a break from the pressures of everyday life-

Hm. Maybe that metaphor got away from her a bit.

But still!! The fact was, she loved you, and she knew it. You’d known each other for long enough, even if she was a little nervous about accidentally applying ‘pressure’, as she’d learned might happen from admitting such things too early-

But she just… she knew it. Down to her soul. She’d wait, of course, and besides there was so much to do first and she’d delight in every step of your newly confirmed relationship-

So… why was it she felt like her skull was about to burst as you leaned closer to her, your arms looped around her neck, that look in your eyes-

Kiss her!

Every ounce of her magic was clamoring that this was that soul-pounding moment, where it felt right to kiss you, and clearly you felt the same, and oh my stars her skull was sweating nearly as bad as Serif’s when she was caught sneaking that annoying (but damnably cute) dog into their house the first time-

KISS HER!!

She swooped in, riding on pure instinct and what felt like every butterfly in the world crammed into her ribcage trying very much so to be literally anywhere but that location.

…

She was many things! Strong, tall, extremely clever, definitely a puzzle master, a (now) excellent cook, quite the snappy dresser thank you very much, a brilliant strategist for escape rooms, very athletic and coordinated-

-as it turned out, smooth with the first kiss, she was not.

Her forehead smacked into yours, and you nearly tumbled off the couch you were both sitting on for your MTT marathon, and the popcorn fell off her lap and scattered everywhere as you both yelped at the pain-

She tried to scramble to catch you in the same moment, succeeding only in tangling your legs and knocking half the snacks off the coffee table as she too tumbled off the couch, 90% limbs, stars help her-

With an ungainly thud and mutual groan, you two ended up in a heap on the floor, snacks joining you for the party in a mess that even Serif would be proud of.

“OH, BUTTER BISCUITS…” she groaned, attempting to rub her head as she cleared it - only to find her hand otherwise occupied. It was, in fact, occupied by your own grasping hand, attempting to steady yourself from your newfound position post-injury-

Splayed on top of her, chest to chest, all but straddling her.

Suddenly, the room felt very, very hot. Hotland hot. Oh stars help me, I’m very gay, oh no she’s hot and I’ve injured her but also please don’t move or also ever remember what just happened hot-

Vellum could tell she was blushing by the low lights in the room doing ill to cover the glow over her cheekbones.

Vellum could tell you were blushing by the gorgeous shade your cheeks took on, the heat creeping down to your neck and even over your ears as you seemed to freeze, realizing your position in the same moment-

A slew of apologies were on the tip of Vellum’s summoned tongue, really. You would have heard them all-

If you hadn’t suddenly gotten a terribly brave and attractive look in your eyes, flushed cheeks aside - and swooped down to press your lips to her mouth.

For the rest of your lives, the story changes as Vellum tells it - sometimes she’s successful in gallantly catching you, others she’ll admit to fumbling it in the first place - but what never changes…

What never changes is how she compares it to seeing the sun rise for the first time.

To breathing fresh air, free of the underground’s stagnation, for the first time.

To realizing that for the first time in her life, she… she was free. And she had purpose - any purpose she wanted in life…

Because you… being with you… that was the reason the sun rose in the morning, to her. That kiss sealed it. Your futures, building and twining together - that kiss sealed it. Tackling all of life’s excitement, it’s lows and highs, it’s beauty and it’s struggles…

In that moment, it crashed through both of you, bursting open a damn and sealing something that deep down, you both realized you’d very nearly already known.

Neither of you thought to clean up the mess scattered about you for hours to come.

After all… Vellum was nothing if not very driven to be the best in everything she did. And you… well, you were her incredible soulmate, and she would show you just how much that meant to her, how much you meant to her - every day, for the rest of your lives.

Crimson:

The first time you kiss…

Is the first time you meet.

It wasn’t, in fact, a hook up - though when you’d walked into the busy bar, Crimson had done a double take immediately. Stars, you were… something. She knew a lot of people from all walks of life, knew how to get a vibe for what they were like, knew that sometimes some people just really vibed.

She’d never felt as drawn to someone before.

Naturally, she balked.

She wasn’t looking for a relationship - sure, sure, they were on the Surface, sure that seemed solid, no more screwy time-space anomalies, but… there was a lot to do, see, experience. It’d been a few years, yeah, but - she was a boss monster. She had a hell of a lot of life ahead of her - she didn’t… do serious. Not yet, anyways.

… Not even if she laid awake sometimes, hands folded behind her head and staring out the skylight she’d personally installed in her bedroom ceiling… just… wondering what it would be like to look up with… someone, someone who cared… tucked against her side.

… No, no. It was just - you’re gorgeous, it was obvious. Hell, if anyone insinuated otherwise, she’d either scoff or, maybe, deck them - as a service, obviously. Clearly they needed some sense knocked into ‘em, after all.

But uh, maybe you were… too good for her to… try and hook up. You were laughing with a friend - not alone, anyways. She’d see if you were down to dance, when a good song came on, just - eh, she was overthinking it-

She threw back her shot, waved at her friend the bartender to bring her another round, slammed that one back -

Aaaand tugged another girl to the dance floor.

What? She had standards.

… You met ‘em, at least from a distance, dammit. If she wasn’t gonna hook up with you, she had to burn of some kinda energy before approaching you and seeing if she was just too damn horny for her own good or if maybe she was still half-decent at reading souls and you’d be the kinda person she could… not… hook up with-

Of course, she couldn’t notice the way your own eyes had caught her as she disappeared into the dance floor’s crowd with another girl in tow. Didn’t catch the way your friend teased you for the distraction, following your line of sight… couldn’t know that they’d also given you a heads up, being a frequent visitor to this bar themselves, that Crimson wasn’t exactly the serious type, just so you were… forewarned.

Instead, all she knew was about an hour later, after a brief but very fulfilling trip to the back hallway and a closet Crimson could break into in her sleep, she exited a few minutes after her liaison with the other girl that had decided she was good for the night and left the bar -

After that, all she knew was she saw you, on one edge of the dance floor. Your friend wasn’t there. Three guys, however, were, and they were getting decidedly and unwantedly friendly.

Crimson hadn’t survived this long with half-assed instincts, or without developing an uncanny ability to read faces and body language - or, with a little more special a skill, read the intent of a soul.

You didn’t even see her coming, and startled when you heard Crimson’s voice from behind the guys that had zeroed in on you while you waited for your friend to get back from the bathroom.

“there ya are, cariña- sorry for takin’ so long.”

Two of the guys stumbled as her hulking form shouldered past them. Her grin was practically sultry - she swore she heard your heart skip a beat, but with all the bass thrumming through the room, surely that was her imagination.

Your blush and confusion wasn’t - but just as quickly, she saw you cotton on, and a flash of relief went through your gaze. She slung her arm around your shoulders, grin crooked and eyesockets lidded as she winked at you, ignoring the now blustering men.

“y’ wouldn’t believe the request i heard this guy give the dj- it was real obvious taste wasn’t his forte.”

You snorted.

Fuck, you were cute.

Your hands clapped over your mouth, but you were giggling, clearly not expecting her excellent humor, and Crimson grinned wider, snickering herself before the dumbasses who’d been bothering you and not taking a hint decided to prove how bad they were at this whole hint thing.

“Why the fuck didn’t you say you were seeing someone, c’mon,” one of them whined. The look Crimson shot him shut him up, and not for the first time her temper threatened to get away from her-

But then, another one of the morons spoke up.

“Oh please, don’t act, you’re too cute for someone like this bitch-”

Crimson didn’t even have time to misplace that temper.

The next moment, you’d grabbed her by the furry trim of her collar and tugged down and-

You were kissing her.

Later, she found out you’d done it not just to shut up the ‘total jerk’, but also to prove a point because you had noticed her, thought she was cute and ‘also rudely hot, I mean really, there you were just- just walking-’, and you couldn’t stand by that guy insulting her or your taste so with a little liquid courage burning an empty belly you’d gone for it because guys like these didn’t really accept words-

In the moment, though, the bar didn’t matter. The idiot guys she was half inclined to toss through the door herself didn’t matter. The pulse of the beat, the fact that, er, well, she’d just screwed the brains out of a girl in a supply closet and left her very satisfied, thank you- that didn’t matter-

Because you were kissing her, and holy shit, you were her soulmate.

Apparently, the rest of the world ceased mattering in the same moment, because when Crimson’s arms scooped you up and turned you around, pressing your back against the wall as her hand dragged along your thigh, your arms wrapped desperately around her neck and your legs, gods, your perfect legs wrapped around her hips-

…. Yeah, safe to say, you both forgot about the room. Neither of you had a damn clue what happened to those assholes that had been bothering you.

Eventually, when she broke the kiss to allow you, her perfect, breathless, soulmate a moment to breathe - her hands clutched you closer, one hand sliding into your hair. Her forehead met hers, her own breathing rough, her red eyelights dilated and fuzzy.

“soulmate,” she whispered, almost disbelieving. The reverence in her voice could have shaken mountains to dust.

Her…? You, her soulmate?

She didn’t know your name, didn’t know anything about you. She would though, and she just… knew, whatever you were like… gods, she was crazy about you. Fucked up, soul-scarred, battle-worn her…

What did she have to offer you? She - well, she was a fair hand at a bunch of shit, sure. Was kinda, secretly, wealthy… thanks to some of her inventions. But she had so much blood and dust on her hands, and… she didn’t regret all of it. She’d do it again, and she knew that had to make her an awful person -

Hell, she’d always assumed… well, as much as she craved a soulmate, as many times as she’d recounted fairy tales in Scarlet’s youth to her about older, better times, about the hope a soulmate brought a monster…

….. She never thought she’d be one of the lucky few to actually have a soulmate.

She didn’t deserve this. Didn’t deserve you.

Fuck, she’d never let you go.

You’d cursed, then, looking awed, and it startled a laugh from Crimson. She was grinning, beaming, hoenstly, and the expression felt foreign on her skull… as did the flush stealing over her cheeks. Would getting to know you inspire… this? But stars… you were blushing too, and maybe, just maybe, Crimson could get used to the feeling if it meant she could see that look on your face.

That warmth, that… excitement, that hope-

You were hers. And fuck, if only you knew - if only you knew how much she was yours.

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after note: can I just say… thank you so much to anyone who leaves a comment, whether a reply or a tag squeal?

I know it’s no chapter update, but these kinda posts take a while, so… seeing people like it enough to leave a little thought or bit of excitement one way or another beyond a like means a lot. You cuties are the majority of why I’ll take the time to sit down and write all this! I appreciate you deeply, and trust me when I say I read every comment ;//////;

Lilytale is such a… niche AU, so it means a lot to get any kind of interaction/feedback for it. Hearing that it means something to you cuties… well, that just makes my day in ways I can’t really describe.

#anonymous #night answers #lilytale #lilytale asks #about the lilytale crew #lilytale serif #lilytale vellum #lilytale crimson #.... oops my hand slipped #i... i can't be brief in this kinda topic jfc #but if i let myself do /more/ i'd just... make a fic... and jfc my next proper lilytale chapter is already too long i have to make edits #shouldn't wax on too much #so um #yeah i'm gonna need intel on if this is something you guys want #and ideally comments not just demands for a character bc it genuinely helps to know a bit more than 'moar' t////t #even little comments mean so much aksdjflskfj #but i won't beg! just figure i oughta say it! bc i appreciate you all so much and your words make a difference so thank you

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morinokunikara · 5 years ago

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Harajuku Fashions

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Ship: Shuyuu

Word count: 1587

Summary: Yuuki Mishima has always had a fashion taste people might find unfitting for a boy, which is why he always kept it under wraps. But what happens when he runs into a friend while shopping?

Author's note: I finally wrote a fic based on my GNC Mishima headcanon!! Not the most shippy but I sprinkled a bit of Yearning into it for the gays. Also I haven't slept in 23 hours because my brain would not let me know peace until this was done. Also it's fanfic writer appreciation day so please give me clout. Enjoy.

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It had been awhile since Yuuki had made a shopping trip to Harajuku. He had been so busy running the Phansite, he never really gave himself a break to even think about new clothes. Not only that, but he always felt a bit of hesitance and embarrassment over his fashion sense. When he shopped, he found himself worrying about others staring or judging and him having to find a way to justify his taste in clothing. He had yet to even wear the clothes he bought in public. Sure they were cute clothes, but they weren’t what guys should wear. Guys didn’t wear cute shirts or fluffy skirts, they weren’t supposed to. He had to defend his identity to people as it was, it’d probably get even worse if he started wearing “girl” clothes.

For the time being, however, his mind was focused on shopping. He found a dress he was rather fond of, a rainbow one with a fun tulle skirt. He actually had a necklace that would match this perfectly! Oh, and there were those platforms he loved! This outfit would be perfect! He would have to try it as soon as he got-

Wait.

Is that.

Yuuki quickly ducked behind a rack, his eyes focused on the person looking at accessories across the way. Kurusu. No. That was the last person he wanted to see him here. The last person he wanted to think he was weird or anything...maybe he could sneak off without being noticed if he just moved into the nearest crowd slowly...

No such luck. As soon as he began to walk away, closing watching the other boy, their eyes locked. Please please please just look away, don’t come here... Still no luck. Kurusu walked towards him with a welcoming smile, and Yuuki felt his stomach drop. He couldn’t let it show though. He had to act natural. Keep his cool, and maybe he could avoid any embarrassment.

“Mishima. Didn’t think I’d see you here,” Kurusu said, keeping as cool and collected as ever. How does he do that?

Yuuki waved, hoping his shaking wasn’t too obvious. “I could say the same to you...”

“Well, I was looking for some good accessories. I was actually looking at a pretty cool necklace of you want to see. I think I have something that would match it perfectly...” Kurusu nodded towards the accessories table he was looking at previously

Yuuki blinked, trying to process what Kurusu had said. He had something that would match it perfectly? Did that mean... “Wait...are you shopping...for yourself...?”

“For myself.” Kurusu seemed unfazed. He stated this as if it were just some simple known fact. Yuuki could never see himself admitting so easily to shopping for “girl’s” clothes or accessories. Kurusu was always so cool and confident...so much more than Yuuki could ever hope to be. “Are you here for someone else?”

Yuuki looked around anxiously, making sure no one else he might know was around, and no one was close enough “No I’m...I’m here for myself. Just...please don’t tell anyone.” His voice went quiet as he looked down in shame.

There was a bit of silence that felt much more painfully long than it truly was, and for a second, Yuuki worried that he had said something wrong, that Kurusu was judging him, laughing at him, mocking him... until he spoke. “There's nothing wrong with that. They're just clothes. If you think they're cute or that you'd look good in them, then who's to stop you?”

"A lot of people probably would," Yuuki said quietly. "I mean, a lot of people think I'm a girl as it is, they'd probably think it even more if I wore those clothes..." Yuuki couldn't bring himself to say exactly what he was thinking, and he wasn't sure if he wanted his point to get across or not. Would Kurusu accept his identity? Outside of his family, most people that found out Yuuki was trans had treated him poorly... Kurusu didn't seem like a bad person but there was just no way to truly tell...

"Mishima...look at me." Yuuki hesitantly looked up, and his gaze was met with one of familiarity and knowing. "I know exactly how you feel, okay?" Yuuki understood completely, and the knowledge filled him with a joy he previously found impossible. "It's okay if you aren't comfortable with wearing these clothes out yet but...why don't we buy an outfit or two each and try them on for each other? Would that be fun?"

And just like that, all of Yuuki’s nerves faded. He never got the chance to share this hobby with someone. Hell, up until today, no one but himself even knew about it! And now, one of his only friends in the world not only accepted it, but was actively interested in it! He couldn't hold back his excitement. His whole face lit up in a thousand watt smile, and he hurried back over to the racks of clothes, talking . "There's actually this super cute dress I was looking at! I have a lot of stuff that matches it at home, but I don't think we have time to go back, so maybe we can work with some of your stuff? If that's alright, of course." The two helped each other find fitting outfits and accessories, then got a lunch together and headed back to the cafe to try on their new clothes.

They managed to find some good accessories in Kurusu's collection that matched Yuuki's new dress. Kurusu himself went with a high-waist black patchwork maxi skirt, and a white shirt that said "Lover" in bright red letters. He wore the shirt tucked into the skirt, and flashy accessories to match. The two joyfully showed off their new outfits to each other, and ultimately decided to hang out in the attic still wearing them while playing video games together.

"Oh hey," Kurusu said after a couple hours of gaming. "There's something I want to show you. He got up and went to one of the shelves in the room, pulling a small, nearly flat box from it and sitting back down with it in his lap. He opened the box slowly, Yuuki peeking at it like a child looking in a gift box.

"Whoa..." Yuuki muttered, mesmerized by the contents. Inside the box was a collection of colorful chest binders with different designs on them. Some of them were simple stripes, others were more flashy, some even had shiny metallic patterns on them! "Where did you get all these...?"

"Online," Kurusu replied, pulling out a couple to show them off. "A lot of different stores. I can send you the links if you want."

"Please do!" Yuuki said. His overeagerness was getting the best of yet again. He would have to treat himself to at least a couple of these when he got home. Speaking of home, it was starting to get late... "I should probably get home now, huh?"

"Unfortunately, you're probably right," Kurusu sighed. "I can walk you to the station if you'd like."

"Only if it won't be too much trouble." Yuuki got up and stretched a bit. "Don't go out of your way for me."

"It's not out of the way," Kurusu insisted. "I want to spend more time with you, anyways."

The comment through Yuuki off guard. Did he mean that...? Did he really want to spend more time with him...? He tried to brush it off as nothing, but he was clearly a bit flustered. "Oh! Well uh, I don't mind spending more time with you either."

The two changed into their more "acceptable" outfits and headed down to the station. The walk there was filled with idle talk about school, video games, movies...before long, they found themselves at the gate.

"I had fun today," Yuuki said. He wanted to stall for as long as possible before leaving. Just a few more minutes, please... "Thank you, Kurusu."

"Akira."

Yuuki tilted his head, unsure of what exactly his friend meant.

"I mean, you can call me Akira," Kurusu explained. "Afterall, we're friends aren't we?"

"Are we...?" Yuuki didn't really get how anyone could want to be friends with him. He was a zero, afterall. "I-I mean, of course we are. Thanks for having me today...Akira." The name felt so nice to say. It felt like saying a magic spell that cured any sadness or doubt. It was... beautiful.

"See you around, Yuuki."

But not nearly as beautiful as Akira saying his name. His heart must have stopped, the world must have stopped, everything just froze in that moment. Had Akira always been so handsome...? Yuuki didn't have time to dwell on those thoughts. He needed to get home. He could think all about Akira on the train ride home...wait, what? Why did he want to think about him so much? Still, sure enough, all he could think about on the train and as he got home was how wonderful the day was. How a chance encounter turned into confessions and support Yuuki never thought he'd experience. How kind and handsome and amazing Akira was...no matter how hard he tried, Yuuki's only thoughts were about Akira. It was a bit confusing but not totally unwelcome.

The day was a success. He found an outfit, and someone he could trust with his secrets as well as shop with and show new outfits. Nothing could possibly be better than that one day.

#persona 5 #persona #p5 #shuyuu #my writing

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mit3c · 5 years ago

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I don't know if you have been asked this before ( if you have them sorry QnQ I haven't read all the questions and answers yet) if don't... What are your thoughts of panchito? And your thoughts about his relationship with Jose? or Donald? ( both...?) Or Clara... ?( I don't ship him with her but that's just my personal opinion)

no problem!! i like answering these lol

i love panchito! i love him as much as i love jose, I can’t pick a favourite. he’s such a good character in the three caballeros movie, full of energy and mischief but also displays very soft gestures and tender displays of affection towards jose and donald. i’m not sure how to explain it but he has a very interesting rhythm… he sings that long, upbeat high note of “ay jalisco no te rajes”, then quietly explains what a piñata is to donald ; then they play the piñata game where he laughs and is full of mischief, then quiets down to calmly talk about the mexican flag…. i always thought despite his loudness, trigger happy tendancies, and easily excitable personality, he’s capable of being a very cool and dependable person. and I think it’s great to have someone like that when you get stuck with all the bad luck and your name is donald duck.

in paul murry’s comics he was…. he sure was something. i think he was too much actually LOL. these are fun comics, but I’m not a fan of him and jose hating each other. this panchito lacks gentleness.i’m not very familiar with dutch comics, but I love the prospect of panchito as a lone cow-boy. it fits him, fills a role no one else really had in duck comics, and gives him some lore he lacked compared with jose.later appearances of panchito in animation (house of mouse, roadster racers, minnie bow toons, and ducktales 2017) are….super bland and boring imo.house of mouse has the merit of giving us “my name is panchito”- i find it genuinely cute and fun and I’ll take all the lore I can get- plus “panchito romero miguel junipero …….” stuck in later appearances, I find that sweet! (in roadster racers and legend of the three caballeros)in minnie bow toons he has a very short appearance, but he’s accompanied by a white rooster fans latched on, and I really want panchito to have a supporting cast like donald and jose have, so I appreciate this short cameo nonetheless (now as to who is that white rooster….. it’s My Headcanon Zone lol i like to think it’s his twin bro)but apart from this all these later appearances tend to lump him with jose and make them a unit instead of letting them be character of their own. i dislike the lack of individuality, i dislike them portrayed as ~donald’s exotic friends~, and I was beyond disappointed that ducktales perpetuated that trend. that DT episode also felt very mean to donald, when you know, caballeros appearances tend to be when donald catches a break. and god knows DT donald needs a break. (HoM also failed this and it sucks)

in legend of the three caballeros he’s his very own character, and it’s a very different take from what panchito has been so far, but personally I love him as the dumb muscle. LOTTC did a great job establishing distinct roles to all three caballeros, and made them all unique and loveable. I was taken aback by him being a cuckoolander at first, but it works, and I love him. jaime camil’s performance was also great and refreshing!

on that topic, I also like carlos alazraqui’s performance as panchito. I guess he’s trying to sound like joaquin garay while jaime camil did his own thing, and both takes are valid in my opinion. alazraqui still dubs panchito in parks, where in addition to gran fiesta tour, panchito was part of great shows such as max live in DLP, party gras in TDL, and mickey’s most merriest celebration in MK. panchito in parks is suuuper cute, super fluffy, and I had amazing interactions everytime I met him, 10/10 cutie (i’m seeing him and jose again in september and i’m super excited!)

as for shipping, my big otp is jose/donald/panchito together! seeing jose/panchito, jose/donald or donald/panchito while excluding the third caballero always makes me sad haha. they are birds of a feather!! three gay caballeros! it says so in the song!! don’t separate them! ;_;panchito brings joy and color into donald’s life, like I said before donald is able to catch a rare deserved break from his misfortune and mistreatment from scrooge/daisy/gladstone/the entirety of duckburg when he’s with jose and panchito…and in my opinion panchito is the driving force of the trio, taking initiative and bringing enthusiasm… it’s something donald needs imo and it can give donald perspective on tackling life more positively when he feels depressed.with jose i always think their relationship must have had a rough start (maybe influenced by early comics lol) because I picture panchito as a very lawful person and jose as a conman. add in LOTTC’s characterization of panchito as being simple minded and you get a perfect victim for jose’s schemes. but panch can also acts as the brakes jose needs when he goes too far, and they are both cheery people with a positive outlook on life, they share hobbies like singing and making music, and both love donald so, despite their differences I imagine them ending up with a deep bond ;v;

panchito/clara is. gnhn hetero nonsense. boy chicken and girl chicken??? ok they must be in love. that’s all their is to it. the one comic where they meet as him being super oblivious and cruel to her, so ????? meh.

oh my god i wrote a wall of text i’m so sorry anyways ! i love one chicken !

#Anonymous #reply7chi #i need more practice drawing panchito! i should draw something similar i did with jose for his birthday

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My Number One Fan

Chapter 21 Pairing: JongKey Word Count: 5,409 Summary: Kibum goes to the same, run-down bar every week to watch the man of his affections sing his heart out with a mere guitar for company. He wasn’t expecting the coffee, nor the beautiful personality within the singer. And he definitely wasn’t expecting to fall in love.

A/N: this chapter’s pretty light and fluffy, but at least i updated quickly! taemin’s redemption is coming real soon i swear (and isn’t minho a little fluff ball) enjoy guys <3

Sitting alone in the wide expanse of their lounge room, Kibum’s mother simply stared at a blank wall in silence, not quite sure about what she had discovered just moments ago. If Jonghyun wasn’t a student at Kibum’s school, and he wasn’t in the same history class as her son, then what exactly was he? Perhaps a past student that Kibum had been friends with? It wasn’t totally uncommon for friends of different year levels to be friends, after all.

The woman shook her head. That couldn’t be it. The fact that Kibum had to lie to her about who Jonghyun was in the first place immediately proved to her that it wasn’t as simple as that. Harsh lines appeared around her eyes from frowning so much, but although she looked deep in confusion and thought, Kibum’s mother couldn’t find it within herself to be angry. She had met Jonghyun, she had held a light conversation with him – he was a lovely boy. He made Kibum laugh louder and with more joy than anyone else ever had, and even though she refused to acknowledge that inkling at the bottom of her gut, she still understood that Jonghyun was very important to her son.

Kibum had lied. And Kibum had been in the wrong. But even though Kibum’s mother really should have been mad at her son, she simply wasn’t. Her gaze flittered towards a nearby picture frame on the mantelpiece, and lingered on young Kibum’s beaming, beautiful smile. Back in those days, she recalled, Kibum had been an outgoing, playful and loud child, always flaunting around the house and making friends with the other children so easily. Nobody judged each other when they were that young. If you talked to someone, you were friends, and if you didn’t, then you weren’t.

Elementary school was when the teasing had begun. Mostly name calling, back then. She remembered the day all too clearly when Kibum had hopped in the car after school with tears streaming down his cheeks.

‘Nobody wants to sit with me anymore and I don’t know why!”

It wasn’t really until middle school when both her and her son begun to understand. Her husband and her both knew of the rumours. How could they not? But Kibum’s bright, lively personality had begun to dampen over the years, as had his flamboyant fashion. He didn’t really have many friends either, but Mrs Kim had been so caught up on how well Kibum’s grades were doing that she never really found the time to try and cheer him up. Instead, her husband’s internalized homophobia had begun to be spoken aloud – perhaps in reaction to Kibum’s bullying, she didn’t really know. After all, what better way to stop the bullying than by stopping the thing that’s causing it?

Seemingly though, his methods of getting his son back to how he used to be really weren’t working at all, and instead Kibum was being pushed back into his shell to remain hidden. But despite how obvious it was to see that Kibum’s bubbliness was fading, her husband wasn’t halting his lashes of homophobia in the slightest. She tried not to see it but nonetheless she could easily observe how harshly it affected her only son. Certainly, she wasn’t really for homosexuality. It made her stomach feel a little off and it definitely didn’t match up with her standards of what was morally correct. But this was her son they were referring to here. A smart, beautiful, outspoken boy who had felt the need to lie to her, his mother, in order to protect himself. Did he really feel that unsafe in his own house?

Kibum’s mother was vaguely aware of the wetness accompanying her cheeks but simply chose to ignore it, allowing herself to be swept away by her raging thoughts. She had to get ready for work (it was a late shift this time), but for now, was perfectly fine with crying her eyes out and reflecting on how awful a mother she had been over the years.

Although it was kind of tempting, Minho made sure to ignore the call of the dance studio as he strolled straight past it at lunchtime, knowing that the lonely figure of Taemin would tug at his heartstrings much too harshly. He’d made his decision, and he knew that he had to leave Taemin alone until the younger personally recognized where he’d been wrong and apologized directly. Sure, Taemin had been going through some tough stuff of his own lately, but that didn’t make up for all the horrible things he’d implied the day prior.

And so instead on that particular day, Minho set off on the lookout for Kibum, not really knowing quite where to start. First, he went past the shady tree the three of them had sat under around a week ago, but wasn’t at all surprised to see that Kibum wasn’t there. After all, wasn’t this the same place he’d been confronted by Shindong after Taemin and he had gone to the toilet? With that section of the school crossed off the list, Minho could only wander aimlessly, trying to think of anywhere possible that Kibum might sit. And that was when a lightbulb suddenly went off in his head, at the same time eliciting a bright smile to spread across his small, handsome face.

Amber.

Of course he’d be sitting with her – Minho scolded himself for not realising earlier. He made his way over to where her group usually sat whistling a happy tune, both gleeful at the prospect of finding Kibum and being able to sit with Amber (who he may or may not have had a slight crush on). Kibum’s head was downcast when he approached, and Minho felt his face screw up in concern. Was this the result of something Taemin had said, or just the group he was sitting with? Minho supposed he was about to find out.

It came as a surprise to the whole group when he sat down happily in between Kibum and Amber, but especially to the former of those two. Kibum’s face lit up in a positive sort of astonishment and a slither of disbelief, and Minho understood the unspoken question in his gaze. Why aren’t you sitting with Taemin?

Minho shrugged with a light smile. “We got into a little argument, but it’s nothing for you to worry your little head over. He’ll come back to his senses in a few days.”

Nodding, Kibum allowed the first genuine smile of the day to paint his face, dimples protruding gently into his cheeks. “I sure hope so.” he muttered to himself, which thankfully wasn’t overheard by his friend who now seemed too entranced by his conversation with Amber. Kibum rolled his eyes. Is that what a drunk little kiss does to some people? Infatuate them? Leave them wanting more?

Inwardly, Kibum laughed. Amber must’ve been a darn good kisser then, because he certainly didn’t find his tomboy friend very attractive. Or maybe that was just the gay in him talking. Kibum nodded. That was probably most definitely the gay in him talking. His train of thought however, was suddenly broken by a vaguely annoying song sounding from beside him.

“Amber is a llama.”

“A llama is Amber.”

“Amber Llama, llama Amber, llama-ste! OH! Llama-ste! OH! Llama-ste!”

Wide eyed, Kibum stared at the pair of soccer players in distaste. How was it that his two friends could be such dorks? Everyone in the circle seemed to go quiet, before all of a sudden, Kibum included, they all burst out into a fit of laughter. Mentally, Kibum thanked Minho for deciding to come and sit here with him and Amber instead of with those soccer cronies, deciding once and for all that sitting with Amber’s group definitely wasn’t horrible.

Alone in the dance studio, Taemin stared at the door, half expecting Minho to walk in like usual bordering an expression between ecstatic and stoic but also knowing deep down that he wasn’t going to be eating there today. Sighing, Taemin looked at his hands. After a long night left with merely his thoughts and Minho’s eye opening words, Taemin had half-acknowledged just how hurtful his actions towards Kibum had been. But…would the older boy really forgive him? Would Minho?

He pouted angrily. According to google, hanging out with gay people didn’t make you gay. Supposedly if you thought that was the case, chances are you were gay already. But deep down, Taemin knew he wasn’t. Or bisexual for that matter. It just wasn’t him. He wasn’t attracted to Kibum, or Jonghyun, or any of the other students at their school bar Kai and Minho. But if he was being really honest with himself, he didn’t like any of the girls either. Taemin buried his face into his hands and screamed. This was all just too confusing and overwhelming. So instead of pondering for any longer, Taemin instead hurriedly finished his food before trudging over to the large speakers by the corner of the room. After all, what better way to release steam than by exercising?

Kibum’s mood had risen considerably over lunch break, and despite the fact that much to his chagrin he had to walk home, he still found himself smiling wistfully as he trudged. A vibration rang in his pocket, and Kibum pulled out his phone only to smile even wider at the caller id.

‘<3 Jonghyun’

“Hey Jjong!” Kibum greeted with a wide smile after answering the call.

Jonghyun seemed to be breathing heavily on the other side, and Kibum could sense the panic in his boyfriend’s voice already. “Jonghyun?” he spoke again, feeling his own throat tighten instinctively in fear.

“Hey, Kibum. Are you home yet?” came the older male’s voice, and Kibum could make out Seodam’s frantic voice on the other end.

“Tell him I didn’t mean it! I’m sorry!”

Confusion ran thick through Kibum’s veins but he answered the question nonetheless. “No, nearly though. Why? What’s wrong?”

“Um…I don’t know if your mum’s home right now but something happened today. When I was out grocery shopping with Seodam.”

Kibum’s eyes widened. “Something happened to my mum?”

“—No! God no…Your mum is fine. It’s just that, w-well…Seodam didn’t mean to and she’s really sorry b-but your mum came up to me today and asked why I wasn’t at school. And Seodam was just so surprised, the words kinda just slipped out, y’know? She told your mum I was twenty one, Kibum.”

The student’s breath hitched in his throat and all of a sudden his legs just stopped moving beneath him. He stared at his house in the distance with fearful eyes, looking the driveway up and down for any sign of his mother’s car.

Jonghyun’s voice spoke softly in his ear again. “Kibum? Is everything okay? Do you need me to pick you up?”

“Kibum!” came Seodam’s muffled voice, followed by a loud whack. “Lemme talk to him, you idiot!”

“Hi, Kibum!” her voice was louder now, and it was clear to tell she had gained dominance over Jonghyun’s phone despite the singer’s loud protests in the background. “I am so, so sorry! I seriously didn’t know, I swear. And if I can make it up to you, I will do anything! You’re okay, right?”

Kibum’s breaths were loud but he managed to compose himself for a few seconds in order to say something in response. “I-It’s fine, Seodam. I know you didn’t know…It’s probably my fault anyway so don’t worry about it.” He paused for a few seconds to squint at his house once again. “A-And um…tell Jonghyun that he doesn’t need to pick me up. My mum’s left for work already.”

“Alright, Kibum, but only if you’re sure. If you need us at any time just call or come over alright? I’ll even personally go to your house and tell your mum that I was drunk and got Jonghyun mixed with the guy on that mattress commercial.”

Quirking a smile at that one, Kibum couldn’t prevent the loud snort from escaping his lips. “Okay, okay…I’ll be sure to hold you to that, Seodam. I’ll be going now!”

“Okay, wait! Just lemme put Jonghyun back on or he’s going to murder me. Here we go—“

“—Kibum! Positive everything’s okay?”

Kibum giggled slightly at his boyfriend’s concern and continued trudging along the sidewalk towards his house. “Yes, Jjong! I’ll figure something out so stop worrying so much. I’ll see you on Sunday?”

“Like always! And you’re actually gonna come this time, right?” questioned Jonghyun slyly, and Kibum could nearly feel him raising his eyebrow from the other end of the line.

He was walking up the driveway to his house now and replied with red cheeks, “Yes, Jjong! I promise. And you better have a killer song ready.”

Jonghyun whistled smoothly. “I’m not sure if it’s appropriate, actually.”

Kibum paused in his tracks, and if he had happened to have taken a drink at that particular moment he would’ve found his beverage sprayed all over the wooden front door. “Um…?” he trailed, beckoning Jonghyun to elaborate.

“Nope. No spoilers, ‘Bummie. You’re just gonna have to come and see for yourself!”

Whining into his phone’s microphone, Kibum unlocked the door and took a step inside. “You’re no fun.”

Laughing gently, Jonghyun made a kissy sound. “You know that’s not true, babe.”

“Maybe…” sang Kibum, giggling quietly. “But anyway, Jjong. I should probably get going. I like to get my homework out of the way for the weekend. Talk later?”

“Definitely. See you on Sunday, Ki!”

A smile was still lingering on Kibum’s face for a long time after they hung up, but that didn’t erase the fear and dread he felt about his mother finding out Jonghyun’s real age. She was working later today and that was a relief, but the concept of eating dinner with his father alone and then being confronted later certainly wasn’t very appealing.

Keeping to his promise, Kibum did indeed finish all of his homework that evening, and was even left with a bit of time before his dad came home to practice his dancing. With Taemin occupying the dance room every day, along with his habit of socialising instead of practice recently, it was safe to say that it had been a while since he’d actually learned or practiced any choreography. It was a good way to get his mind off of everything – Taemin, his mother, his onslaught of lies.

Dinner was, undoubtedly, a very quiet and awkward ordeal. His father hadn’t even attempted to make conversation over the table, instead opting to down his food hurriedly and leave Kibum’s presence as soon as possible. Kibum couldn’t say he really minded all too much, but that didn’t stop the deep sigh of disappointment from escaping his lungs upon the man’s departure. And with that out of the way, the only thing Kibum was left to face was the return of his mother, which was going to be at around midnight.

‘I could always just go to bed and face my problems in the morning.’ Kibum thought to himself, before shaking his head softly in disagreement.

That wouldn’t do. If he went to bed now without seeing the expression on his mother’s face he didn’t even think he’d be able to sleep, so it would be easier to just get it over and done with now. He racked his brain for something to say in response for when she arrived home.

‘Jonghyun has an older brother with the exact same name. Weird, I know.’

‘That girl Jonghyun was with is really forgetful. She was mixing him with someone else by accident. Here, take a look at this (definitely not photoshopped) school photo of him and I.’

‘Haven’t you seen that mattress commercial? There’s this guy who looks awfully similar to Jonghyun and I’m pretty sure he’s twenty one. Common mistake, really.’

Kibum grumbled into his comforter. None of them would work. His mother was sometimes a little dense but she wasn’t that stupid. What on earth had he gotten himself into? Rolling over onto his back, Kibum stared at the white roof of his room, exhaling deeply in resignation. Kibum plucked the polaroid of him and Jonghyun from his collage and stared at the latter fondly. “You owe me all the luck you have.” he spoke aloud, jumping up as he heard the familiar creak of the door opening.

Shit. Already?

Carefully sticking the picture back where it belonged, Kibum brushed down his clothes and took a deep breath in an attempt to calm himslf. It didn’t really help in the slightest, but nonetheless Kibum’s legs began to drag across the floor and out the door to the staircase, briefly contemplating falling down them so he wouldn’t have to face the confrontation. But his legs were already moving on their own down the steps, and soon enough he was hovering awkwardly in the door frame of the kitchen, watching his mother heat up dinner with trembling hands.

Taking her food out of the microwave, Kibum’s mother turned around only to jump in shock, placing one hand over her heart in order to calm down its rapid beating. “Kibum! Don’t scare me like that…”

“Oh. S-Sorry.”

The woman smiled, and sat at the dining table with her plate before her. “It’s alright, sweetie. What’s up?”

Kibum blinked. She was asking why he was there. Wasn’t she meant to be yelling at him by now? “Wait, huh?”

“What’s up? You must be awake right now because you wanna tell me something, right?”

Regarding his mother with wide eyes, Kibum struggled to find something to say. Had his mother forgotten completely? Was Jonghyun playing some cruel joke on him? No…The older male wouldn’t do that. Then why on earth wasn’t his mother scolding him right now?

“I—Uh…Well I just…Um—“

She laughed, and Kibum could’ve sworn that he was dreaming in that moment. Maybe he had ended up falling asleep after all. “Do you need my permission for something?”

Relief was flooding through Kibum’s chest like a tidal wave, and unconsciously he slumped against the door frame. “Y-Yes actually. Could I…Um…hang out with Jonghyun on Sunday?”

“As long as you’ve finished all your homework, then of course.” A flicker of something passed through the woman’s gaze but was gone within milliseconds, replaced by an uncharacteristic smile.

Kibum nodded awkwardly and offered a small grin before turning away with a quick wave and heading back up the stairs. He didn’t think his feet had ever carried him faster, and when he finally flopped back onto his large, soft mattress, the relief he felt was overwhelming. He pulled his phone from his pocket and quickly conjured a text to Jonghyun, laying down completely and slipping under the covers once he was finished.

‘She didn’t even mention the supermarket oml I’m so confused…night Jjong xx

Your number one fan <3’

It wasn’t long before his phone was dinging in response, and Kibum read the message with a lingering, fond smile expressing his face before promptly rolling over and falling asleep.

‘Glad to see my number one fan and beautiful boyfriend is okay <3 Sleep well, Kibummie!

Your idol xxx’

It felt kind of good leaving the house that Sunday without having to lie to his parents. Kibum hadn’t told them the whole truth of course, but at least they knew he was going to hang out with Jonghyun and not ‘continue his project with Amber.’ It felt even better when he actually arrived at the bar, having missed the mild chatter which filled the fern green walls and the warm, friendly environment. He’d made his way backstage immediately, and when Jonghyun had spotted Kibum’s bright smile through the dim lighting he’d ran up and enveloped the younger in a tight hug immediately.

“Hi.” Jonghyun whispered into Kibum’s ear, running his hands warmly over Kibum’s back.

Kibum giggled before pressing a peck onto Jonghyun’s cheek. “Hello.”

The shutter of a camera could be heard going off, and the two male’s heads whipped around to face a giddy, grinning Luna. “You boys are adorable. Long-time no see, Kibum.”

“H-Hey Luna!” greeted Kibum, ears tinting red in embarrassment. “Sorry about that.”

“Don’t apologize! Seriously, this photo is too cute. Jonghyun, I’m gonna post this on your birthday.”

Jonghyun blinked. “Please don’t.” he laughed. “We’re actually tryna keep this on the down low.”

Pursing her lips, Luna muttered a quiet ‘oh’. “That’s alright! Nonetheless, it’s still cute so I hope you don’t mind if I keep it.”

“N-No, I guess not.” responded Jonghyun, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. “Is Jinki here?”

Luna smiled brightly. “Yep! So is Minho.”

Kibum looked up. “Really?!”

Nodding enthusiastically, Luna pointed behind her to where Kibum had just arrived from, where many different types of people were bustling about to get a good view. “The boys are out there somewhere. We should probably go join them, Kibum. Jonghyun’s gotta sing soon.”

“Oh okay. I’ll be out there in one sec…”

She shot them a thumbs up before making her way out towards the bar. Kibum turned back to Jonghyun and slipped their hands together. “I’m excited to hear the new song.” he spoke, tugging on Jonghyun’s tie gently so that their faces were mere inches apart. He could feel the older male’s hot breath on his lips and grinned smugly. “Is it any good?”

Allowing his gaze to flicker down to Kibum’s lips only briefly, Jonghyun stared at Kibum with a mixture of both confidence and uncertainty. “I’d like to think so.” he chuckled. “I tried to make some dance moves for it…but it didn’t really go to plan. Maybe you could help?”

“You? Dancing?” Kibum snorted. “I might be able to…I guess it depends on the song.”

With the younger’s hand still grasping his tie firmly, Jonghyun closed the gap between them and captured Kibum’s mouth with his own, immediately allowing his tongue to sweep against Kibum’s bottom lip. Gently, before things could escalate any further, Kibum pulled away with a suave smirk expressing his features. “I’m pretty sure you have to go sing now.”

Pouting, Jonghyun nodded. “Yeah, but I better get a good job kiss afterwards.”

“Like I said, Jjong,” laughed Kibum, already making his way out towards the accumulating audience. “It just depends.”

Kibum stood with Minho, Jinki and Luna now, awaiting Jonghyun’s performance with jittering butterflies. ‘I’m not sure it’s appropriate, actually,’ is what Jonghyun had told him on the phone, and Kibum wasn’t quite sure it was a good idea for him to be standing in the proximity of his school friend at that moment.

The crowd silenced and then Jonghyun was walking on, slightly heeled boots clicking loudly on the small, wooden stage. It was quite different from his usual vibe, Kibum observed immediately. His tie, which had been in Kibum’s grasp just moments ago, was now completely undone, hanging loosely around his neck. His hair was mussed and Kibum had to wonder if it had been like that before. The stool which he usually sat on was nowhere to be found, as was his trusty guitar, in its place a single microphone stand instead. No song, unlike usual, was introduced, and all Kibum could do was watch with wide, entranced eyes as the backing track began and Jonghyun shot his astonished boyfriend a suggestive wink.

“Oh no, oh baby, sleep deeper, Not yet, oh baby, What is in the sky? What caught my eye?”

Kibum gulped and stared with wide eyes, this type of song not being quite what he was used to. The falsetto tone of Jonghyun’s voice vibrated around the bar and into Kibum’s ears, the blood seemingly rushing straight to his cheeks (and other unmentionable places). Jonghyun’s gaze didn’t waver from Kibum’s the whole time, and the younger male didn’t think that his face had ever been redder than it was in that moment.

“I’m getting dirty thoughts (eh eh eh), I’m okay with going even farther (eh eh eh), Talk to me baby, talk to me baby.”

Jonghyun had been right. This song definitely wasn’t very appropriate. But, they were at an 18+ bar so he didn’t suppose it mattered very much anyway. Still, that small reassuring fact still didn’t stop Kibum from feeling marginally uncomfortable beside Minho (who could probably see very clearly just how flushed Kibum was becoming by each passing second.)

The song finished and Jonghyun labelled it ‘Moon’, telling the audience that although it was quite different from usual, he really enjoyed writing it. Girls swooned, but it was only the small group closest to the stage who knew the song was aimed at only one person in particular. And it wasn’t a girl.

Jonghyun went then on to pull out a stool from side stage as well as his guitar, and continued on for the remainder of the half hour with his usual soft, emotional and heartfelt lyrics. Kibum studied everything about him as he sang. The way his whole face screwed up when he tried to reach a particularly hard note, the way he could simply whisper a word and still send chills up everyone’s spine, the way he’d unconsciously tap his foot against the panelled stage in time to the music. Jonghyun, in Kibum’s words, was nothing less than a musical prodigy – a gift. And so it was safe to say that the student felt more than slightly disappointed when Jonghyun’s half-hour was up, picking up his guitar and telling everyone with a bright, crinkly smile that he’d ‘see them again next week.’

Kibum felt a light nudge against his side. “Hey, Kibum? Before you go, I just wanted to talk to you about something…” spoke Minho, looking at Kibum with something akin to desperation and concern swimming in his eyes.

“O-Oh, yeah, sure.” stuttered out Kibum, surprised, eyes widening even more so when Minho grabbed his arm and lead him to an isolated spot near the back of the bar. “What’s up?”

Rocking back and forth on his feet, Minho breathed deeply. “I think…I think something is seriously up with Taemin. We had a bit of an argument the other day and well, he’s never been like this before. He just um…implied some things about you but I don’t think he mean—“

Kibum looked at Minho in astonishment. Had Taemin told Minho that he was gay? “If it’s what I think he was referring to then its fine. I’m kinda used to that stuff by now, anyway.”

“No, Kibum. You shouldn’t be. I don’t care what you say – Taemin is being a little shit recently and I’m gonna talk to him tomorrow about it. He’s always victim to those first years y’know? Maybe he’s trying to fit in…I just don’t know.” Minho was shaking his head furiously, and Kibum was struck by just how concerned he seemed about the first year.

For his whole life Kibum had just brushed off the comments people had said about him. After all, in South Korea they were just saying what everyone else was thinking, right? But here Minho was, telling Kibum himself that it was unacceptable and offering him help to stop it. Unconsciously, Kibum could feel himself agreeing to Minho, and offered the taller boy a kind smile. “T-Thanks Minho…It really means a lot. Really.”

Minho patted Kibum’s shoulder. “No worries, Kibum. I’ll catch you later though, alright? Jonghyun’s looking a little impatient over there.”

Turning around, Kibum found that Minho was exactly right. Jonghyun was standing behind him with an impish grin adorning his face, rocking on his heels with impatience. Giggling, Kibum nodded. “Yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow, Minho. Bye!”

Waving farewell, Kibum and Jonghyun made their way out the back door and towards the latter’s car, teasingly brushing their hands together as they walked. “So…” began Jonghyun slowly. “How’d you like my new song?”

Kibum shrugged. “It was alright, I guess.”

“Liar!” Jonghyun laughed, bumping against Kibum’s shoulder. “I saw how flushed you were back there, babe.”

Chuckling quietly, Kibum glanced at Jonghyun from the corner of his eye. “You’re one to talk. Everyone could see that you were practically undressing me with your eyes.”

The singer flushed bright red and profusely denied it. “That’s just your conscious talking, Kibum. You were seeing what you wanted to see.”

“Oh really?” scoffed Kibum lowly, gaze darkening unintentionally as Jonghyun cornered him against the car and placed his hands on either side of his body.

Jonghyun smirked, resting his mouth right at the shell of Kibum’s ear. “Really.” he whispered, and Kibum found his toes curling at the mere feeling of Jonghyun’s hot breath against his skin.

The older of the two pulled back slightly so that his nose was brushing against Kibum’s and stared directly into the 19-year-old’s eyes, letting his gaze drop to Kibum’s lips for a split second. The message was made clear enough, and soon enough Kibum’s grip on Jonghyun’s shoulders was tightening and he was pulling the singer forward to lock his lips with his own.

The gesture was returned immediately, Jonghyun’s hands already having slipped beneath the fabric of Kibum’s shirt to run over every expanse of his soft, cool skin. Their noses continued to bump marginally and their breathing was a bit jagged, Kibum gasping softly into the kiss as Jonghyun’s tongue swiped delicately over his bottom lip. Flames seemingly burnt in his chest and stomach, and Kibum didn’t know if it was the song’s fault or not but in that moment he was really enjoying the feeling of Jonghyun’s skin against his.

His leg moved by itself to rest between Jonghyun’s thighs, smirking slightly into their kiss at Jonghyun’s sharp intake of breath. Now Kibum was holding onto either side of Jonghyun’s tie so that their faces were pulled as close as possible, taking pride in the low moan Jonghyun sounded when he adjusted his leg forward on purpose. The older male’s hands had travelled to his chest, and Kibum wouldn’t have been surprised if Jonghyun could feel his heavy heartbeat pulsing against his palms. The cool, night breeze did wonders against their heated bodies and flushed their cheeks even redder than they had been before. Their tongue’s and lips continued to clash in a battle for dominance as Kibum’s hands began to move further and further south, coming to a halt at Jonghyun’s hips and teasingly pressing his thumbs into the curve of Jonghyun’s pelvic bone.

And then Jonghyun was gone, pulling away abruptly as though boiling water had scolded his skin. In any other situation Kibum probably would have felt hurt; however considering that Minho was standing just five metres away while staring at the couple with wide, frog-like eyes, it was safe to say that Kibum had much more pressing matters at hand in that particular moment.

Honestly, Kibum didn’t think he’d ever felt more embarrassed in his entire life. Words struggled to reach him and all the dancer could manage to do was stand awkwardly and stare at Minho like a gaping fish. Kibum stuttered incoherently and Jonghyun’s neck looked practically sunburnt, but all of their obsessive worrying perished immediately upon Minho greeting them with a warm, and somewhat embarrassed, smile.

“Sorry for interrupting guys, I was just heading to the car.” He gestured with his head to Jinki’s much nicer sedan. “If it makes you feel any better though…I kinda already knew?”

Jonghyun and Kibum blinked before looking at each other equally as red faces. “It was Jinki, right?”

Scratching the back of his neck with a light laugh, Minho nodded. “Yeah.”

“Still doesn’t make it any less embarrassing.” whined Kibum mostly to himself, fixing his hair on impulse and refusing to meet Minho’s gaze.

Minho rose an eyebrow. “Kibum, I live with newlyweds and go to parties pretty often. It’s nothing I haven’t seen before, so seriously, stop stressing. I’ll catch you tomorrow, alright? See ya, Kibum.”

“Yeah…” muttered Kibum dejectedly as Minho hopped into Jinki’s car. “See ya.”

Laughing loudly, Jonghyun moved forward to hold Kibum’s hand firmly in his. “C’mon, you gotta love Minho.”

“Should I be jealous?” smirked Kibum, opening Jonghyun’s car door and separating his hand from Jonghyun’s to slide in the other side.

Jonghyun looked in contemplation for a few seconds before shaking his head feverishly.

“Me? Dating that tall bastard? Like hell.”

#my number one fan #jongkey #jonghyun #key #fanfic #this chapters pretty cute #chapter 21 #guys this fic has reached like 90k words wtf #oml #THANKS FOR READING IT #ily

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coreglia · 5 years ago

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“And the angel said unto them: Fear not, for, behold, I bring you tidings of great joy which shall be to all people. For unto you is born this day, in the city of David, a savior which is Christ the Lord. And this shall be a sign unto you.” Linus

I am as enchanted as I am distressed about the encroaching darkness, our search for new life at the end of a heralded gestation, waiting in joyful hope for a glimpse of God wrapped in swaddling cloths, ushering in salvific annuities for all. It’s an explicit narrative, a radical call to love in the most difficult of circumstances, while embracing uncertainty with unwavering faith. This is a stretch for us humans.

As the Winter Solstice approaches we notice how the lumbering nights encroach on the light of day, there is this acute drop in temperature, the trees strip down to bare branches, and we scramble to make final preparations for the highly anticipated mystical nativity that is about to unfold. As a woman I have a love hate relationship with this pivotal celebration because I spend much of my time endlessly wrapping the wrong gifts.

So I’ve been thinking about the slim possibility of transforming all this divine darkness into a more fertile and transformative experience? I mean God gave the wise men a direction, not a list of detailed instructions, with links to the perfect gifts.

For goodness’ sake, it’s as if I have borderline personality disorder, and I’m stuck in the manic phase, as in decorating the entire house including the bathrooms, purchasing a trinity of gifts for each kid, with coordinating wrapping paper, ribbons, and bows, finding the perfect family picture for the greeting card, hunting down Christmas red nail polish, not to mention all the festive celebrations that require extraordinary culinary skills, Marta Steward table settings, and glamorous attire! This is insane, I’m purging through money, time, and my blessed energy as if there were no end in sight. Resistance is futile, and like it or not I’m stuck in this endless cycle, addicted to the sound of good tidings, the expectation of joyful hope, totally in the red, knowing the aftermath will leave me depleted and spent instead of hallowed and holy.

Maybe I need to watch Charlie Brown’s Christmas again, resurrect my latent yuletide priorities, instead of bastardizing the season with all these meaningless tasks? Who’s with me?

Truth be told I am able to avoid some of the chaos with a highly customized self care regime (which I’m happy to share), one that involves on-line shopping in my pajamas, coffee a short walk to the kitchen, roaring fire for ambiance, with It’s a Wonderful Life playing on the television. In this scenario I’m not dealing with the pouring rain, parking garages, crowds of shoppers, coats, scarfs, packages, or the long lines at the cash register.

In fact, Amazon not only takes my money instantly, this year they also shared my card with others (how generous), and then shoved it under the sofa as if a two year old hiding a broken ornament. This is the downfall of shopping on-line but my sister came up with a brilliant solution. Use gift cards for all your on-line purchases and no one can steal your credit card information! Now I get calls from Larry complaining about how much I’m spending at Safeway! Where’s the love?

There are serious seasonal concerns, ones we don’t talk about, because honestly Christmas is not all laughter and good cheer for everyone. In fact suicide rates soar in the winter, all this blessed darkness can instigate a general malaise, triggering severe depression for some. We miss our loved ones who have passed away, forcing many to contend with surges of powerful grief, as we are haunted by the memories of Christmas past. Financial concerns, separations, disappointments, and loneliness are common contentions.

I ache for my Mom and Dad especially at Christmas, and this year we are painfully aware my brother-in-law David is no longer with us, along with my son Tony who won’t be home for Christmas. I find myself humming along with the throaty voice of Judy Garland, “Have yourself a merry little Christmas. Let your heart be light, next year all our troubles will be out of sight. Have yourself a merry little Christmas. Make the Yuletide gay from now on our troubles will be miles away…’

It doesn’t matter where you live the winter solstice happens for everyone at exactly the same time as opposed to Christmas that rolls across the planet like a glittering tsunami. Early societies would celebrate this time of year as the end of darkness, the end of limited meals, and frigid temperatures. No wonder the church intentionally moved the incarnation from the spring to winter as a way of competing with all these glorious celebrations of light. I mean it doesn’t make sense to celebrate both the birth and death of the long awaited messiah at the same time?

Or does it? I’m just wondering if I can return to the deeper meaning of solstice, salvation, and a savvy savior in the wake of all these self-imposed expectations?

John Matthews says the Solstice is a time of quietude, of firelight, and dreaming, when seeds germinate in the cold earth, and the cold notes of church bells mingle with the chimes of icicles. Rivers are stilled and the land lies waiting beneath a coverlet of snow. We watch the cold sunlight and the bright stars, maybe go for walks in the quiet land. . . . All around us the season seems to reach a standstill — a point of repose. And that is exactly why Larry and I decided on our own kind of blessed pause.

Solstice roughly translates to “sun stands still,” sol derives from the Latin which means sun, and the past participle stem of sistere, meaning “to make stand.” I say if the sun appears to pause in the sky then maybe it’s a worthy practice for all of us to employ. We’ll call it a Christmas pause, because Jesus said himself advised, “Come aside and rest for awhile.” 6:31

Larry and I headed north, all alone, arriving at our magical manger in Lake County, to participate in our first annual Christmas pause. Waking early I slip quietly out of bed as to not wake my slumbering mate, I’m now capable of simultaneously feeding the dog and brewing coffee so neither of us is forced to participate in loud and obnoxious barking, it’s sort of miraculous, but these are teachable skills. This is when I notice the fog caressing Mt. Knocti with this magnificent ethereal hand. I pause to observe the intimacy of this gesture, it feels a little voyeuristic, but I’m unable to look away.

Just to be alive on this fresh morning in the broken world, I beg of you, do not walk by without pausing, to attend to this rather ridiculous performance. Mary Oliver

I’m still standing there gawking at the hand of fog (get it?) when Larry walks into the dining room and exclaims, “will you look at the pod of pelicans lounging on our beach.” I’m stunned, totally missed that, they’re like a fluffy white blanket someone casually laid out on the sand. Hundreds of large beaked birds flutter into the water as Larry and I try to Instagram the scene, Shaggy is not helpful, as he prances about defining his territory. One stubborn female spreads her mighty wings claiming her space. You go girl.

While I am devoted to our new practice of extreme pausing, Larry starts clearing the gutters, patching the roof, and decluttering the courtyard but that is how he likes to unwind. I say to each her own. The point being we gave ourselves permission to do exactly what we wanted all weekend and that included bacon and eggs, coffee, reading, writing, Italian nachos, calamari, wine, Netflix and chill. Alleluia!

Remember back in 2012 when a number of enlightened people thought the world would end? Well that didn’t happen even though December 21, 2012 corresponded to the date 13.0.0.0.0 in the Mesoamerican Long Count calendar used by the ancient Maya, marking the end of a 5126 year cycle. Advent is not an end, it’s the beginning of the liturgical year, when we consider the implications of incarnation, and wait in joyful hope for God’s eventual return.

As the winter solstice fast approaches, along with the accouchement of God, I’m trying to untangle myself from the all the tinsel, tidings, and traditional expectations that threaten to strangle the meaning out of Christmas. It’s not like I’ve become the Scrooge, I’m a lover of thoughtful gifting, but I truly believe we can herald the birth of Jesus as a new era of transformation if we don’t cave to all the extraneous details. God knows I need time to work on my holy habits and I am grateful for this annual summons so to speak, but this year I declare the labor is done, the real work of loving others can only continues in and through us, but how we manifest this pure and essential call to love makes all the difference.

“May you grow still enough to hear the small noises earth makes in preparing for the long sleep of winter, so that you yourself may grow calm and grounded deep within. Br. David Steindl-Rast

I say we take a respite from all the clamor, be perfectly still, because God isn’t going to shout over all the clatter in our lives. As long as the sun continues to shine, the darkness will wax and wane, and our trust in God’s ability to gift us with salvation becomes the culmination of all of our beliefs. We are a people bound together by love, not twinkle lights, praise be to God. How do we make this glittering tsunami more fertile and transformative? Let’a take a collective and abiding pause…

I’m Living in the Gap, drop by anytime, we’ll discuss our next journey around the sun.

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Winter’s Cloak by Joyce Rupp

This year I do not want the dark to leave me. I need its wrap of silent stillness, its cloak of long lasting embrace. Too much light has pulled me away from the chamber of gestation.

Let the dawns come late, let the sunsets arrive early, let the evenings extend themselves while I lean into the abyss of my being.

Let me lie in the cave of my soul, for too much light blinds me, steals the source of revelation.

Let me seek solace in the empty places of winter’s passage, those vast dark nights that never fail to shelter me.

Anecdotes:

The Pilgrims arrived at Plymouth on December 21, 1620, to found a society that would allow them to worship freely?

On the same day in 1898, Pierre and Marie Curie discovered radium, ushering in an atomic age.

December 21, 1968, the Apollo 8 spacecraft launched, becoming the first manned moon mission.

During the winter solstice of 1988 Kelley Ann came whirling into the world and she certainly ushered in a unique source of light.

The Christmas Pause "And the angel said unto them: Fear not, for, behold, I bring you tidings of great joy which shall be to all people.

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idle-flower · 5 years ago

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Dear Yuletide Author - 2019

Thank you for your time and attention, and I hope your wishes are granted this holiday!

Likes:

I prefer plot and angst and adventure to fluff, though a nice warm fluffy scene can make a good dessert at the end of the pain and suffering. I lean more to f/f and m/f than m/m. I enjoy forbidden relationships. I love exploring the 'what if' spinoffs of a small change in a canon. I swoon for lovers who take dramatic risks to protect their loved ones.

I also enjoy detailed description of clothing/furniture/jewelry/pretty things in general. Not just heaping up brand names, but sensory detail.

Dislikes:

Please avoid sweeping tropey AUs like 'what if noir' or 'what if everyone was in high school'. I'm REALLY picky about comedy so it's probably not a good idea to go for wacky funny stuff. No excited rambling about pregnancy or babies. (Older kids are okay.) While I am okay with pretty dark stuff, please don't gorily torture characters to death on screen. If people gotta die, limit the details! I am generally not keen on crossovers. I dislike PWP unless it is exceedingly hot smut (see below).

Smut:

I don't require it, but I do read a good bit of filthy porn.

Kinks I find interesting: mild bdsm, pain mixed with pleasure, dubcon, sibling or cousin incest, strap-ons, futanari and other magical appendages, teasing, teenagers, drugs/magic with interesting effects, people making terrible decisions due to being emotionally overwrought or really really horny

DO NOT WANT:

rape or painful sex that one party is not enjoying at all, inserting anything edible (licking off boobs is okay), aggressive face-fucking, choking, degradation, scat/watersports, bukkake, parental incest, anyone younger than teen, emphasis on 'virgin blood' (some writers make it a huge deal with tearing pain and fountains of blood, please don't).

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Poison Ivy (1992 film)

Sylvie Cooper, Ivy

I was struggling through the confusions of puberty, Ivy was hot, this film left an impression on me. In a way it's perfect as it is, and trying to build any sort of happy ending for Ivy feels out of place, but on the other hand there's a lot of loose ends left after the story.

Throughout the film, there's a lot the audience never knows about Ivy, including her legal name. Did Coop know it? (Maybe, probably.) Did her father? (Quite possibly not). How do they handle all the legal responsibilities of her death? Were Ivy's stories about the aunt she was staying with true? How do they break the news? How does her funeral go?

What do Sylvie and her father have to say to each other about Ivy after the truth comes out? Does he admit everything that he did? How does he handle the guilt? How do they rebuild their relationship?

What is school like, afterwards? What rumors escape? How does Coop handle them?

Or - what if Ivy survives the fall? Seriously injured, possibly paralysed, but alive? How do they deal with her, once the truth comes out? Do they cover up her crimes? Do they keep her in their home? What happens to their relationships?

For AUs, what would have happened if Ivy had met Coop when they were several years younger, so she couldn't get her hooks into Darryl as easily? What if they met at summer camp and Ivy was just as messed-up and needy but the situations were different? What if the movie plot is actually a fantasy younger-Ivy spins about her future to her fascinated-and-appalled friend, who then has a chance to react to it?

Bittersweet endings are good here but I don’t mind it going all dark if you feel like it. Too happy would just feel wrong.

Smutwise, I'm fine with Sylvie/Ivy, I'm okay with Darryl/Ivy but I would rather he not be the focus of the story (Sylvie catching them having sex has possibilities, or Ivy thinking about Sylvie while seducing Darryl)

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Xanth - Piers Anthony

Jenny Elf, Gwendolyn Goblin

I have an ulterior motive, I badly want to insert some gayness into Xanth after the author has tried so hard to make it impossible, even allegedly threatening magical straightjackets to cure homosexuality. And it is difficult to think of a good f/f pairing because female characters in Xanth are almost completely obsessed with flashing their panties and attracting men. Almost the only good female friendship actually on-page (as opposed to a vague comment that Ivy and Nada used to hang out) is Jenny/Gwenny, who are best friends.

The events of The Color Of Her Panties even provide some possible groundwork to build on. They've been raised together in the care of centaurs who have different views on morality/sexuality than humans do. They're forced to think about sex and be inducted into the Adult Conspiracy together. Gwenny's new contacts mean that she starts seeing other people's sexual fantasies (and Jenny does too, for a while). They're bound to have some good girly gossip on the subject at some point, talking about what all these weirdoes are into and trying to figure out what the appeal is! Or some simple "ugh boys are gross, especially goblin boys" that leads to pushing them closer together. (Well, Che is quite different from the goblin boys, and I'm not totally opposed to including him, but my ulterior motive makes me more interested in Jenny/Gwenny as a couple than all of them as an OT3.)

I basically stopped reading the series at that point so please don't refer to plot developments and characters that came later in the series. I know that both girls are married off to men eventually in canon. Don't care.

Straightforward romance: Gwenny relies on Jenny to cheer her up and help her relax from her duties. Romance blossoms! Simple.

Silly fluff: Gwenny and Jenny visit the Pantry, try on tons of lingerie together, have a ridiculous slumber party and pillow fight, end up snogging... maybe they even accidentally found Dolph and Electra's honeymoon chamber.

For a slightly more dramatic plot, Gwenny's bound to feel like she has to marry and have a child because goblins have hereditary rulership. She also knows all the good and bad sides of that - she would never have come to power without those rules, but those rules also made her bastard half-brother a threat when he would have been a terrible leader. And she knows that true family is what you choose, not just an accident of birth. Will she decide that she has to have a husband? Will she decide that she cannot have a husband, who might threaten her power, but must give birth to a child for the succession? (And hey, magic can be involved, this is Xanth, she can TOTALLY have Jenny's baby somehow) Or what about adoption?

If you smut it, I don't care if they're still as young as they were in TCOHP (but no younger). I'm also fine with them being older. I would rather not do any temporary sex-change because that defeats my ulterior motive, but weird uses for Xanth-style magic stuff could be entertaining.

If the real-world implications of Jenny Elf bother you, I'll settle for Ivy/Nada, but that's going to need a lot more imagination to get a satisfying story out of it. How does their friendship develop between Isle of View and Man from Mundania, other than gossipping about their respective brothers? Do they have any adventures? How does Ivy cope with Nada's occasional self-destructive tendencies? How does Electra fit into their group?

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Fern Capel - Jan Siegel

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This is a tall ask, since this book series doesn't seem very well known here, and the writing style is hard to match. On top of that, I've got a love/hate relationship with the series.

I adored the first book. I liked the rest of the trilogy... up to the ending WHICH I HATED. I detest reset-button plots, and I find "just let me forget everything" resolutions to be unpleasantly reminscent of suicidal inclination. Life is making choices and carrying on and learning how to deal with the consequences. We don't get to wipe out our histories. They're part of us. Also, choosing to stop fighting evil as long as you and your friend can be safe is... I don't want to say cowardly, because it's human, but it's very unsatisfying as the end of a heroic story.

I want a fix-it. Somehow. Anyhow. Rewrite the universe, change the events of the third book. Give me an ending with hope. Doesn't have to be super-happy, can acknowledge that the fight against darkness can never be 'won' and we'll all die in the end, but we carry on regardless and we find some joy in the world we live in on the way.

Find Fern another way out of her dilemma - or rewrite enough of the plot that she doesn't feel so hopeless to begin with. Let Fern love again! Let her _really_ love, let her experience different kinds of love and find them all valuable rather than holding on forever to what she's lost.

Any sort of story taking place within this world could be nice to read.

Other things that might be entertaining - reincarnate Morgun? Trap Morgus in a harmless, powerless body and force her to interact with the world until she learns to be less evil (which will take centuries)? I tend to enjoy ancient evils forced to be helpful and friendly (while being very bitter about it). Get Will and Gaynor together? Get Will, Gaynor, and Fern all together (sharing non-incestuously)? Let Fern find an older magical woman, a mother-witch type, who is kind and understanding and supportive, so she no longer has to feel like she's the one bearing all the knowledge and responsibility alone? Fern never really relaxes. What would it take for her to be safe and happy and still herself, rather than giving it all up?

DNW: Will/Fern.

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Anyplace Anywhere Anytime - Nena ft. Kim Wilde (Music Video)

Any

So when I first saw this video, I thought, "OMG that is absolutely 90s White Wolf / Vampire the Masquerade. And kind of gay!" And that's basically what I'm requesting. Dark urban fantasy romance in the streets of London (or some other European city with gothic churches around). A story that has the feel of this video, whether or not it's a direct connection. Bring all your darkest teen vampire angst fantasies, let them run wild, and give them a happy ending (because this isn't a sad song!)

Desirable elements: lesbians (please!) vampires (please!) people wearing sunglasses (including at night, to hide their inhuman eyes) people wearing black leather, with extra straps and buckles and spikes trenchcoats fishnets - possibly even full-body stiletto boots dancing/nightclubs staff fighting, maybe some sort of ritual challenge for position forbidden romance, which somehow works out

Could be cool: time travel (but not a full Dark crossover please) reincarnation a lyric drop - either "anyplace, anywhere, anytime" or "I'll build you a castle of sand" (yes, I know that's a little awkward in English but if they're vampires maybe someone's first language isn't English, and it needs 'castle of sand' rather than 'sandcastle' to be a proper lyric drop IMO... Or you could just say it in German to begin with.)

DNW:

tragic dead lesbians at the end of it. NO BAD ENDING FOR THIS PLEASE.

#yuletide 2019 #yuletide letter

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Memorable Blue Moon

The news announced that blue moon would be appearing on the night of 31st day of July, 2015- the second full moon occurring on the same month. My friends planned to go to UL's acquaintance party and I was just certain to go with them when it was already on that day's afternoon while I was hanging out with my friend Isaiah who was playing in a computer shop near our school. I didn't play. I just sat behind him while he was playing LoL because I was saving my money for our meet up of my friend Ana. The meet up failed because her sister went back from somewhere far so she couldn't leave. So, that's why I decided to just go with my family friends to the acquaintance party even though I didn't have a ticket. It was very expensive. What could be the benefits a person can get in that party with that ticket.

I went straight to Alison's property. On my way to their inn, it was already dark. The moon was halfway on its way upwards and it was round and so big. It was like Mentos hanging in the royal blue skies. The air was cold and I smelled the sweet scent of the farm fields and the trees. It brings me back to the time our family travelled to see our relatives in my mother's part in Tarlac. Both have the same smell, the mysterious scent of provinces.

Charmaine, Helena and Alison were dressed related to the party's theme "Dress up your Jeans" and their hairs already curled. Helena bragged about the right knee of her jeans that was designed with a "X" with two strips that looked like were taken from other jean too. It was sewed and she said that she had benefited from their high school teacher's lessons in TLE. Though, I looked at Alison's face and I thought that there's something that lacks. Her eyebrows were pale and needed to livened up! So, I did the thing. Yet I protested that I am an artist and I draw eyebrows so I know how to do it because Alison was anxious and unsure. They turned out just fine even though Alison kept on saying that they were so dark and I told her that because she was just used to her natural eyebrows. Even until we got there in stadia where the acquaintance party was held, she didn't want to be the one to capture pictures through front cam because her face would be nearer and the eyebrows would be obvious. It's okay for me though. They didn't look like slugs like I see on other ladies' faces and she didn't look like a gay.

The guard in the entrance was strict from afar. He didn't let the people in who don't have with them their ID's and their ticket and because I didn't have a ticket and my friends didn't want me to stay outside until the party ends (me too of course!), we thought of a possibly successful plan. Helena and Charmaine went inside the stadia first and Alison and I just sat beside the main entrance. After a few minutes of waiting, Charmaine appeared at the back of the people in front of me and Alison, finding her way towards us. She handed the ticket to me, and explained that it was Helena's and that the guard didn't take it from her and the whole thing was still complete, without a part cut off. We, or more of just Charmaine and Alison formulated the next plan. I'm no good at these. Charmaine talked to the guard first. He just slightly opened the glass door, observant and attentive. He asked for her ID and ticket at a drop of a hat and so Charmaine let them out. Alison came next, saying she forgot her ID but she has with her her white form. I don't know if the guard was really that gullible or he's just enticed with the girls' beauty. Phew! Males... He instantly let them in and as I followed them, the guard suddenly stopped me and ask the same things he's looking for in every person who wants to enter. What?! I will be left here outside waiting? I was speechless. Well, like always. But I don't want to lie so I let the girls find for the right words to say. And the result? Plan successful!

The band on the platform in front makes the speakers blare. A lot of people take pictures with their pals and some in the wall pasted with a wallpaper that says "Go Golden Tigers", something like that. The students were gathered in the middle, jumping, singing, dancing. Their hands hanging in the air and goes with the beat of the song the band was playing. Posts were raised along with the departments of the college students. We roam around and you couldn't not notice the leftovers on the ground. They kinda disgusted me and also disappointed to see that college students still don't have the ethics to throw their garbage properly. Spilt drinks, food containers, food residues; they were all scattered on the floor. We took, or rather, the girls took their meals and we sat on the left side of the area on the cleaned table. How kind of them to share their meals to me so I also had my own food: Fried chicken (as usual), a little roll of vanilla cake (make that tiny), sweet and sour fish fillet(that tasted like it's been 1 week old and unrefrigerated), and small amount of rice (that's so dry). So, we ate there together while watching the back of the people watching performers. Yes, the people obscured the view so we couldn't see the performers at the middle of the quadrangle. The glances of people passing us by were enough to be noticed. They kept me uneasy on my seat. It's either they were thinking us as professors, VIPs or special guests because it was late enough to be eating the meals benefited from the ticket whilst sitting on a clean table or they were just lured by the beauties I was with. Yet, I tried my very best to ignore them. After we had our stomachs filled, we went to the opposite side of the area, trying to find entertainment from what they said "party". I am not sure if the party was really like that or that we were just struck by KJCV (Kill-joy contagious virus) from Charmaine (*chuckles). We looked for a quite acceptable place to be in while there were still dancers at the middle, dancing (duh). But what we saw was just this.

Figure 1.a. The asses of lads are showing off and a better view than the performances in front of them.

It's undeniable that the asses were definitely better than the performances. But we were not in the mood for asses-viewing that time so we left the stadia eventually.

We wandered outside. The moon was so bright at the top, decorated by fluffy clouds around it. Here is how it looked:

Figure 1.b. Windows Phones' camera is ever so awesome.

We took photos of the calm moon and of us. We made the most of having a "once in a blue moon" moon.

The night shouldn't pass without us being complete so we headed to the computer cafÃ© Roselyn was in and fetched her. It was just sad how we were not complete in these previous photos because the one member was with her partner in a moment that seems a trifle. It felt like she chose her partner first over us, her family friends. How the feeling of being complete together, the party, the dining, the photos, all at once under a blue moon would have been so perfect.

I was the one in the four of us who got to see Roselyn first in the computer cafÃ©. I was definitely exasperated when I saw her together with her boyfriend who was playing a MOBA-genre game. But I tried my best not to show it. Not like I was jealous or anything, but how she was so insensible and inconsiderate. We were all there to fetch a single member, and we all waited for her arrival in the party. She should've thought of these but didn't.

We left the computer shop with Roselyn and rode the same vehicle we used to get there. As we were heading to our new destination, I savored the feeling of wind through my hair. Charmaine let out her new phone. Her hand was outside the tricycle's back and videoed. I regret how I didn't savour the feeling of being infinite too with my friends just like in the movie "The Perks of Being a Wallflower". I could hear my name, the laughter of everybody, the smiles carved on their mouths, the warm feeling near them. We were surrounded by lights of the streets while darkness was everywhere. Yellow, orange, white. It seems like they wanted to say that this day is special.

We were outside a bar in Arellano, Padis Point. I should've felt fear by then but I did not. This was our first time going in a bar. Really, THE FIRST TIME OF EACH OF US and we were together. We dreamed of this. We dreamed that we would go to a bar which we haven't entered ever since before. Some people were lined up from the entrance and some were just outside, perhaps planning what to do next or later, planning to have fun like us. We entered seven eleven beside the club and there we met Charmaine's sis and her friends. They told us that there might be an event in the club since there were a lot of people and maybe we could go to other place instead. They suggested the other bar near the place which offers videoke. We agreed and we went with them. Guess it's still better if we have grown-ups with us, so.. you never know.

I didn't expect the bar to be like that. Why it's so cozy and it felt warm, welcoming. It's just a small sized bar. The facilities were good enough, they looked new. The lights were low and there was a small disco light on the small platform in front for an acoustic. Here, is how the counter looked like.

And I really didn't expect a bar to possess such treasure! Once the guy on the platform in front started playing his guitar and sang, DANG! I was dead! His voice was wrapped with the sweetness of honey, a touch of coldness and the tranquility of a night! I didn't take pot(I never did) nor drank alcohol, yet I felt so high and I was in seventh heaven. Everyone asked about me, why was I not talking or if I was having fun. But I wanted to tell them with squinted eyes that they don't know I am the happiest human inside, the most alive and the most hyped up. How this guy destroyed the previous image of bars in my mind and lit the fire inside me. How I was transported to a completely different space by his voice. How he made my whole body flaccid. I couldn't stop myself from shrieking inside. His voice was so perfect in my ears, I couldn't ask for more (except more singings). Anyways, because you can't truly understand what I felt like the people inside the bar on that particular moment, I will just show you how the view looked like:

And my friends drank the whatever-you-call-that-liquid in this cocktail tower (Charmaine was the patronizing customer):

[Not finished. And no offense to Roselyn, this was what I really felt that time. *giggles*]

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