#anyways. sorry for the testament 😅

[sosadraws]

HI! DID YOU SAY HUMAN AU? FOR LUCHS? YOU DO NOT GET TO I mean you do but eh JUST TEASE US LIKE THAT THATS TORTURE

I mean Luchs is super cool AND you mentioned a human au pleaaaaaaase tell us more pretty please?

Ah yeah, there's a Human AU, it's almost the same as their normal lore, but just humans (so I have more freedom when it comes to character design). I showed a little bit of it with these designs for Charlie and Echo, but I didn't elaborate on it.

Anyways, on the Echo to Luchs timeline:

I guess she would come from very strict households with high expectations for her (y'know, have excellent grades, enroll into a prestigious college, have a successful career and be a good wife to your husband); which has messed up Echo, who tends to take other's opinions on her more personally (and I guess already had a rocky relationship with her family to begin with). She has been unemployed for quite a while and needs to make end's meet, so she joins this shit-ass company where she meets Charlie, and the later just starts hanging out with this shy loner until they become friends.

Echo would the the typical shy woman that doesn't want attention drawn towards her, so she's very soft spoken and tries her best to not stand out from the others. She wishes she could present in a more masc way, but fears confrontation and rejection from others. One of the consolations she gets is that sometimes her crush brushes and plays with her hair tho. That's very good.

Once they get separated Echo kinda gets in a existential dilemma on what to do with herself since she's in a unknown location and she can't depend on Charlie anymore. At some point she has a emotional breakdown over grieving Charlie and various previous self-stem issues ("this is my fault, all of this could have been avoided if I weren't a coward, etc") and impulsively cuts her hair. She feels very bad about it afterwards, not because of the bad haircut, but in a "oh no! I've gone against other's preexisting perception on me! they will hate me now!!" kind of way.

With time she gets to know other with similar ideas to hers so she finally feels understood. As she gets more confident (and realizes the norms she was taught to abide by are full of bullshit), she starts to loosen up on the role she has set to herself (your everyday woman that despite working out, is still very feminine and never whines or talks back). Also, she gets better at expressing her emotions and establishing boundaries, expressing discomfort or when she needs time for herself, which also makes social interactions easier for her and others.

So yeah, similarly to the main setting she just goes "Ah fuck it! Judgmental people can eat shit", cuts contact with her family, and embraces dressing and acting however she wants. After all, it's just clothes and hair, it's not like others will spontaneously combust if they see a woman that's kinda masculine.

OH ALSO! BODY MODS!!

She enjoys the tattooing process in a therapeutic way. After being criticized for so long over her being sensitive, she learned how to internalize her emotions. However, this also means that it is very difficult for her to cry, even when she wants to (holding back tears became an automatic reflex, for better and worse). She has a relatively high tolerance, but still. In her mind, the pain from getting a tattoo gives her "permission" to let out tears and emotions she didn't even know she had been holding on until she's done and suddenly feels relieved. There's also the fact that she's close to Irene, her tattoo artist and best friend, who lets her cry to her heart's content or just vent without judging. Currently she has two piercings on her right ear and the shoulder tattoo, but she plans to turn it into a sleeve by adding something new to the design every few weeks; maybe also get snake bites, but she's still thinking about that.

...alright that's all. Since we're at it, here's a full body sketch of human Lynx just because:

So now you know, and thanks for asking! ✨

[whitefang93]

Anyone wants to talk about the kaze hikaru ending 😅😭

Literally going through it 😂

GONNA RAMBLE.

MAJOR SPOILERS AHEAD.

So the best I can think of with the similarity of ending is showa genroku rakugo shinjuu. The father of the baby prospects were disturbing to say the least.

Now kaze hikaru is a manga I'm well aware of, this is shinsengumi girls manga and no it won't be like yumi tamura's basara for it's revolutionary narrative of giving women the lime light and be open abt the misogyny in society. And i really appreciate Taeko watanabe for her openness in writing the series for a particular time period. I was well aware of souji's misogynistic views and him trying to change and accept Sei as a warrior was done well for the most part. Be it earning respect by being given important tasks from hijikata or kondo and Souji's struggle to see sei as a man and woman he loves and as an equal bushi or a samurai was realistic.

But half way through the manga there is stripping away of sei 's agency that irritated me the most. Sei's love interest is one of the reason to keep staying in shinsengumi, her desire to be a woman is connected to souji, and as he proposed she goes back to being a woman, and knowing how keep it real is taeko watanabe, after souji's death she sees no point in living. Her love of her life gone and decides to follow him through bushi way which souji himself stopped by renouncing his own vows of marriage and cutting his hair. It's a death as a samurai first. And i liked the parallels to sei having to cut her hair in the beginning to prove herself as samurai,..I therefore don't believe that souji is any less of a samurai. But his will was so bothering... Did he actually send her to hijikata to get pregnant against her own will? The baby looking like souji, and as a testament of shinsengumi living on through the kid, is .... I'm so sorry i just cannot get over how horrible the ending is...

Sei is a person of her own, doesn't need men to tell her choices. She picked up a sword by her choice against what her brother and even souji told to settle down and give birth or make family. So Am i supposed to celebrate this as motherhood? It literally makes zero sense. While it's a pipe dream to expect sei souji to have a regular life. The ending of her having to bear the brunt of shinsengumi collective loss by giving birth to a child as a kid born at the passing of souji hijikata and kondo and shinsengumi and bakumatsu end is... symbolic but I'm so against using a woman who you ended up enforcing by the end to be a woman and to not give her own choice. Is that all a role of woman in the story went about? Atleast a consent from her end ??

Ughhhhh anyways I don't expect much engagements with this but i wanted to rant out of hearts content.

#women aren't plot device

[pinkrelish]

I just finished the new chapter after going right back to the start and god this story has me in a choke hold.

Alyson, the new chapter is so beautifully written.

The pacing, the tension, the god damn whole thing had me desperately stumbling after these horny pining fools every step of the way, right up to Eddie physically shaking Mouse when they realised they were alone.

Which made me bark out a laugh in the middle of my office.

One thing I really want to mention and praise you on is your minor origional characters, honestly not one is just a name for dialogues sake, they are all full rounded brilliant cast members.

Everyones reason for leaving the garage to give them alone time felt so right and in character, it's really a testament to you as a writer.

Also on my second read through I absolutely fell in love with Robin's parents.

Robin's mum whispering into the remote while clutching it to her face during wheel of fortune, god is such a tiny thing but it left a huge impact on me seeing her character.

And Robin's dad. That man is adorable, so frank and lovely, him talking about the Munson boy getting lucky while they all rifled through Mouses's underwear had me howling.

They're such a small parts of this beautiful world you've created but I honestly just fell in love with them.

Anyways, sorry for the ramble. You're great and thank you for the words ❤

thank you so, so much for this sweet message! it means the world to me that people would re-read this series, and take the time to write up things they liked about it like you did.

there were so many small details in the last chapter that had me smiling while writing, like eddie's enthusiasm when he realized they were alone, and the whole revenge thing with the soda. never thought i'd introduce temperature play via a vending machine in a smut scene when i set out to write this story, but hey. 😂

and truly, thank you for noticing my cast of characters! i've forgotten a lot of those small details i gave robin's parents, and i'm so used to mentioning carl/kevin/mr. moore at this point i forgot they are OCs technically. 😅 i'm introducing another oc in chapter 14 in a scene i've been so eager to write, i hope people like him too. ❤️

again, this was so incredibly sweet, and made my day. thank you!

[laneynoir]

So... this is a bit of an unusual, self-serving ask, but if you're at all interested in the idea, please go for it! XD

You know all those fanart drawings of child Legolas accidentally shooting Thranduil with an arrow? Well, in SotWK, Gelir is actually the one who teaches Legolas how to shoot. (And SotWK headcanon states Gelir is the greatest archer in the Woodland Realm. Like, he would have saved Helm's Deep from blowing up with his first shot. Bahaha.)

If you're in the mood, maybe a brother crack fic along those lines?

Thank you in advance, if you choose to go for it!

PS. Tauriel is Legolas's age in SotWK too, so you can throw child-her in there if you want.

Honestly @sotwk posting this with your oc's in it feels like going up to Tolkien and showing him my fanfic. ✨anyway✨

EDIT: forgot to mention, I've never tried to write in past tense, so thizs is EXTRA rocky 😅 sorry

Word count: 2968 (got a bit out if hand..)

Legolas let out a cry of joy before wrapping his mother in a hug that nearly knocked her off balance. "Thank you Ammë! Thank you thank you!"

Queen Maereth could do naught else but give her son a smile, for his grin was bright and cheerful as the sun above Greenwood's canopy. "You must always be on your best behavior, my Greenleaf, and the instant you are hurt the lessons will halt. Do you understand?"

His braid bobbed as he nodded his head. "Yes, of course!" Suddenly his face feel into a scowl. "And I have to find some way to convince Gelir to teach me, he is quite particular about how much time he spends with me."

"Gelir is particular about time spent with anyone, Legolas. He far prefer a the company of trees and woodland inhabitants to ourselves." The cool tones of the Elven king promoted a laugh from his beloved, a sound that never failed to bring joy to any around.

Legolas, however, was not amused. Throwing his hands up in the air he exclaimed, "Well that doesn't help me. I can hardly turn myself into a squirl or bird so he may teach me to shoot." A moment's pause, "besides, even if I could, it would be pointless. I could hardly draw a bow if I had paws or talons."

Though Legolas did not understand why his father laughed, he grinned all the same. He liked it when his father was happy. When his father was happy, Ammë was happy, and that usually meant everything was okay.

The young prince hopped to his feet from the spot on the floor to which he'd settled, and addressed his Royal parents in a lofty tone. "I would love to keep you both company, but I must be off. Plans do not shape themselves, and I will need a great one to convince Gelir." Gravely the young prince bowed before exiting the room, deap in thought.

It was a testament to the wills of both Thranduil and Maereth that their expressions remained stotic until Legolas had left.

In the end Legolas, having begged advice from all of his brothers, had landed on a simple plan to entice Gelir's good will; flattery and wide eyes.

Granted he landed on this plan after four failed attempts at others, including an incident with a candle and far to close an escape for the silver-blond of Gelir's lovely hair, had it been longer the escapade would have ended much differantly.

And so Legolas -much to the confusion of poor Gelir- doted upon him for near a week, before finally becomeing so antsy that he starts spending large amounts of time fliped on the grass. (Much to the displeasure of the maid tasked with scrubbing stains from the prince's tunic)

Throughout this period, Tauriel was merciless with both her teasing and no-nonsense advice. Having advised her friend to "just ask him" she set to annoying him into doing so.

Legolas did not appreciate this.

But yet not for nothing is Gelir still heralded as the greatest hunter of Greenwood The Great, and his eyes were sharp as the hawks whos company he kept.

Having become suspicious of his younger brother's attitude, he sharpened his focouse onto Legolas. Yet he found no fault nor prank that the wide eyed Mellon had played to promt his generous disposition.

When a week had passed, Gelir noted a significant change in Legolas' manner, gone was the constant bable and cheer.  And though he was lothe to say so, Gelir noted it's absence with sorrow.

Becoming worried, the fourth prince of the wood aproched his eldest brother with his concern- for although he cared deeply for Legolas, he did not wish to bring worry on Queen Mearath.

But Mirion was non-forthcoming, and told him only that Legolas was in perfect health, and his problem was somthing that only Gelir could help.

Resolving to confront his brother on the morrow, he retires to bed, troubled.

The next morning Legolas offered to serve him, as he had been for a time, and Gelir politly declined. Legolas mearly nodded with an air of resignation. After the meal Gelir pulls him to the side, "Legolas, brother, you have nor been yourself this past week, and I have been told that only I can help you, but I know not how."

Legolas fidgeted with his tunic hem before taking a gulp of air at looking up at hus brother, who had never seemed so tall before. "I..." He started, then spoke so quickly that Gelir could liken him to a squirl.

"Ammë said that since I've been doing so well with my lessons I could choose one weapon to start studying, and I really wantd to learn the bow, and everyone knows that you're the best bowman in the last eight-thousand years at least, but you dont like me very much so I tried to think of a plan to make you like me, except that didn't go very well and I nearly set your hair on fire, and Tauriel said I should just ask you, but it's easy for her to say things like that because everyone likes her and-"

"Cease youngling!"

Gelir's mind raced in the breath of silence that passed while Legolas looked down to his boots, an aura of defeat surounding him. Gelir tugged on the short braid behind his left ear, wishing -not for the first time- that he were better with people.

Animals were easy, they didn't stress him out so much as his fellow elves.

But now he was at a loss for what to do, and had to speak. Joy of joys.

As he was want, Gelir considered the situation from all angles, feeling a twinge of guilt that his brother had though he didn't like him. He thought over what Legolas had requested, and though he would never admit it, he felt a touch flattered that the youngest prince had chosen his weapon.

"Has mother suggested the bow for you Legolas?" He asked.

Said prince looked to him in shock. "No! I want to learn the bow, and you are the best." Sadly he looked to thw ground again. "Although, if you will not teach me, Ada says that one of the palace guards will. But they are not so skilled as you."

Gelir shook his head in wonderment, "I only asked, for our older brothers are more renowned for their battle prowess. Most would prefer their instruction come from those with more renowned weapons."

At this Legolas shot him a look that clearly conveyed how intelligent he found this remark. "That, is ridiculous. I think lady Gilith put it quite well when she was talking to her mellon: 'prince Gelir spends much time in the company of animals, indeed far more than with others of his own kind. But still he is quite brave -he must be to spend so much time alone in thise woods without protection- and is more skilled than the entirety of the guard! And quite attractive as well as elegant'."

Legolas said this all in a higher pitch than his usual tone, mocking the Elven lady. "Although," he resumed in his normal voice, "I don't think you're attractive. But they giggled for a while over your eyes. Tauriel says I'll understand someday, but I don't think I want to."

This tirade was rewarded with a laugh from Gelir, a beautiful sound, for he had inherited his mother's chime-like noise. "You chatter like a squirl, dear brother mine. Yes, I think I can clear I bit of time a day to instruct you. So long as you promise to stop being so quiet, waiting on me hand and foot. We get quite enough if that from the servants, no?"

Legolas may have heard the last sentance, but that is not likely. Already was he turning flips with shouts of excitement.

A smile subtle as a cats paw on stone was upon Gelir's face for the remainder of the day, much to the confusion -but pleasure- of his year mate, Darthol.

The next day dawned bright and crips, though not too soon for prince Legolas, who had arisen far before the sun had first peaked her golden glow through the treetops of Greenwood. (Although, it should be said that Ninniel, the prince's usual keeper, did not rise so early, as she had been given the day off to spend as she pleased.)

As soon as breakfast was served, Legolas was bouncing in anticipation, and though relived, Gelir did not think that any of the elves tasked with cleaning up after the meal would apriciate the table being fliped by an excited ellon, Prince or no.

"Legolas, why don't you invite lady Tauriel to come to your training today?"

Just like that, Legolas shit from his seat like the arrow he so wanted to fire, leaving his brothers chuckling in his wake.

When hours later (or so it seemed to the impatient elfling) they finally stood out on the shooting range, Legolas quivered with excitement, near combusting when Gelir handed him a small bow that fit perfectly in his hand.

"Tis the one I learned on, and still is in perfect condition." He said proudly. "And still more, it looks as if it were made for you! And you for it I should say, you're a bowself born little brother."

Legolas did not preen under the words, but only because Tauriel was watching, and ger earlier jab at him about acting like a peacock still stung. Instead he said, "Thank you for trusting me with it Gelir!"

Gelir shifted on his feet, "Right then, first thing I'll teach you is stance, but before that we must go over bow etiquette."

And so did he instruct the attentive blond, and by that did Tauriel benefit as well. Both learned how to store a bow, how properly to carry one, be it over long distantce or mearly a short journy. Also they were taught never to draw a bow without an arrow, Legolas' eyes widening when told that the beautiful weapon would shatter if mishandled.

When the oral instruction was completed, Gelir began showing Legolas the apropriate way to stand. "The stance is important to learn first, if you cannot line your body up for the shot, how can your arriw lone up with your target?"

At this legolas was confused. "But Gelir," he said from his position sideways to the target. "You don't always stand like this, ive watched you shoot for so many other angles, even upside down like a bat!"

Gelir inclines his head, accepting this. "Yes, Legolas, I do. But that is only bevause I spent many years shooting from the base stance, my body is trained to line up automatically for a shot, but only because of practice in a perfect stance."

Subdued, Legolas nodds. But then his eyes catch sight of Darthol comeing from the woods behind the targets. "Gelir, I think he needs you."

The elder makes a noise of recognition, "Yes I suppose so, Alherion is still ill, I fear he may have gotten worse."

"Oh dear!" Exclaimed Legolas. "Then you must talk to him, Alherion must not be in more pain than we can help." Gelir jerked his head in thanks, and telling both elves to stay, he ran to meet his friend halfway.

After a moment of silence Tauriel spoke. "Are you enjoying learning Legolas?"

He whiped his head in an agreeing motion. "Oh yes! And don't look at me so Tauriel, I enjoy learning when the subject is more interesting."

With a smile Tauriel consieds his point. "Your stance is already near mirrored to prince Gelir, though you musn't be upset when you aim is not perfect at first" she said sagely, "when I had my fist dagger lesson, I couldn't even get the grip right!"

This was altogether to patronizing for Legolas, who'd been evious of Tauriel's early weapon instruction for night on a year, and so a scowl covered his features. "Well that is because you are allthogether a silly Elleth, and my aim is true! I hit a attacking wolf with a stone!"

Insulted by the comment, Tauriel raised an eyebrow. "Didn't it turn out that the Wolf was a friend of his? Thats hardly an impressive feat. You couldn't hit the target is you tried."

"I could so!"

"Hmm, no. I dont think so"

"Well you think wrong then!"

Temper flared Tauriel lashed out, "then do it. I dare you, shoot the target! Then you'll see!"

Suddenly Legolas looked tentive, and not so confidant as he had previously been. "But Gelir said-"

"Hah! You scared."

This was too much for Legolas, and with a huff he takes up the proper position, snatches the arrow, and puts it to the string. It is at this point that he realized that Gelir had not got this far in his instruction, and Legolas was unsure of how properly to follow through.

But silly Tauriel was still watching, so he drew the string back (arrow on the entierly wrong side of the bow) and the arrow swung away from the front of bow. Suprised and startled by Tauriel's laugh, Legolas realised the string and the arrow flew far off target...

And into his brothers leg.

Gelir's knees buckled unded the shock of the pain, and he fell to the ground. Darthol jumped but was imeadiatly at at his yearmates side. Taking in the arrow, his eyes shot to the two young elves, both pale as sheets, though Tauriel looked worse with her crimson hair accenting the lack of blood in her face.

It did not take more than a second to understand what had happened, and Darthol launched into action. "Gelir, I'm going to pick you up, please try not to shout in my ear"

Lip between his teeth, the prince nods in understanding. A hissing sound so close to that of the snakes he was fond of escaped his mouth when he was lifted from the ground.

Darthol barks for Legolas and Tauriel to accompany him, and they both nearly tripped in their haste to comply.

The trip back to the palace was made in silence, Darthol's attention held soley by the task of holding his friend and not jarring the calf with the arrow stuck in it. The two young elves were to frightened to say anything.

The pandemonium that unsued when they reach the gates with a bloody price could be described as comical, but at when they made it to the halls of healing, everything became crisp and efficient.

Not long was the wait before Queen Maereth apeared, dress flowing behind her as she strode swiftly into the hall, walking past both Legolas and Tauriel without a word.

The ten minuets of waiting for his mother to reappear were the longest of Legolas' objectivly short life at that point, and he was in tears within the first five.

Tauriel took no notice, and would nit have teased him if she had. She was in shock, the only sound escaping her was a whispered "I've killed the prince."

Maereth closed the door behind her when she came out, leaving Darthol and the healers with Gelir. When her attention was drawn to the two children her facial expression softened.

Legolas had drawn his knees to his face as he sat huddled on the bench and his shoulders shook with quiet sobs. Maereth had raised enough sons to know that Legolas had been punished already for his follyand so she set to comforting him instead, as well as Tauriel, whom she'd taken under her wing as soon as the orphened child had been delivered to the kingdom.

She drew both into her arms, whispering words of comfort to poor Legolas who said noting but 'I'm so sorry' repeatedly.

When they were calmed, Maereth drew forth the story fighting a smile when Tauriel asked if the prince would live.

"Yes dear, Gelir's calf was only injured, and the arrow did not sink verry far. He will be entirely heald before the week is out." Tauriel wrapped her arms around the Queens neck, apologizing profusely.

Seeing how shaken the girl was, Maereth semr her to the kitchens to beg a cup of calming tea.

When Tauriel was gone, she turned her attention back to Legolas, "why still do you cry my son?"

Focousing his red rimmed eyes on his mother, he choked out; "Because now Gelir will hate me. He already did not like me and now I've shot him!" It took much time for her to console Legolas, and later when she reflected on this moment, she would shake her head a smile on her face.

As promised Gelir, a mear four days later, was creeping through the woods as silently and confidently as ever. And Legolas' instruction continued, the two youngest elves both having learned a lesson. For Legolas, he learned patience and the importance of following instruction, even when dared otherwise.

Tauriel, still had a fiery temper to match her locks, however she began seeking ways to better control it, and sought to be less crule in teasing Legolas.

Gelir, for his part, was reminded not to stand in the middle of a shooting range.

~

Many, many years later an orc falls dead, torch sputtering out in the water. Three arrows stick out of its corpse, two with green fletchs and one, sticking from its neck, with red.

From across the battle field, the red arrows owner calls, "Why did you not shoot his leg? Legolas?"

With an expression of long suffering, the still youngest elf prince sings an insult in his mother tounge to his brother, that causes Aragorn's eyebrows to shoot up.

[byeler]

hi! i love everything you write, but heavy hopes is by far my favorite. the way you write their dynamic, everything from the fights to the apologies and the way they so easily fall back to being best friends is so in line with how i view these characters in canon. the first kiss scene in particular is one of my favorites because of will's hesitance and disbelief and mike's desperation to prove that he means what he's saying. i could so easily see a scene like that play out on the show and i think it's a testament to how good your writing is.

jealous!mike is also one of my favorite tropes and you did it so perfectly. all of mike's jealousy towards danny was funny as fuck and the part of the story where mike reaches the "obvious conclusion" that he's homophobic had me in stitches 😅 i also love his 'speedrun' sexuality realization and the way he tried to calculate what percent gay he was because i did the exact same thing. it just felt like such a Real experience, y'know? and i adore the way he was so panicked over it until he talked with will and realized that he didn't need to have everything figured out immediately because just being with will made things feel happy and safe enough!! its such a well written and satisfying arc and i loved reading it.

anyway this is getting kind of long so i just want to say thank you for writing such a relatable, funny, and entertaining story! your work is a gift to this fandom ❤️

thank you so so SO mxuh!!! i!!! can’t tell you how much this means to me. i spent so long trying to develop mike and will’s friendship, reworking conversations and going over things again and again until i finally felt like i had their dynamic correct, and i am so happy you like how it turned out!!

(and a lot of mike’s experience in coming to terms with his sexuality draws very very heavily from my personal experience with the same thing so it’s genuinely very amusing to be able to poke fun at some of the absolutely insane mental gymnastics i was forcing myself through to make sense of some very straightforward thoughts. lmfao)

anyway!! i’m sorry this took so long to answer but i’ve reread it like twenty times at this point and i appreciate it so much. again i’m thrilled you enjoyed it, especially enough to share your thoughts with me, so thank you so much!! 🫶🫶🫶🫶

[spurgie-cousin]

lmao been a quiet lil lurker on fundie tumblr since 2015, but i just have to say that i'm high as hell rn, watching that video of the Rods at Sight and Sound Theater, and when Jill did that pan of the theater and says its name and location, it fucking triggered a long-repressed memory of a horrific trip my 9th grade Christian school drama class took to Pennsylvania in 2005 to perform some corny Christian plays I was humiliated to be in for a local homeschool co-op. We stayed in a hotel that was themed like a tugboat and we went to see a performance at Sight and Sound that was like about the Old Testament or something? Best I can recall, the theme was just "Bible." The ultimate highlight of that trip was going to an Amish market in Intercourse and buying my dad a potholder with "I ❤️ Intercourse, PA" printed on it, which he still uses to this day. ANYWAY, just very stoned and amused at having once visited an official JillPM-endorsed establishment and needed to tell someone. Love your blog and congrats on your marriage! Sorry for the wall of text 😅

I opened tumblr at the perfect time bc I am also stoned as fuck so this story is extra great lol. First thank you so much that's so sweet of you!!

Second it is now on my travel bucket list to 1. Visit a Jill Rodrigues endorsed establishment and 2. Go to Intercourse, PA and but every single piece of branded tourist crap that they have

[borathae]

Goddamit, sent my first ask/review ever last chapter and now you're hell-bent on pulling more out of aren't ya?! So I've changed my username and am no longer an anonie I guess 🙃

Well, on this chappie of SA:

Exsqueeze me, how dare you take me on an emotional rollercoaster?

Its been nice to get a glimpse into the backstory of the Sanguis lads, especially with Seokjin and Hoseok being so "human" (if you'll pardon the pun 😅)

I love that you didn't make Jungkook the youngest! Seeing Hoseok as the youngest is a very refreshing take on any stories involving the boys and I think if there was any time to do it, it's in a Vampiric setting.

I fully agree with y/n when she said that it was weirder that Hoseok and Jungkook were the ages they were than finding out Taehyung was 800 because we don't have a concept for 800, therefore we assume either the ethereal or the grotesque and I know for a fact I'd be in the same state of confusion.

Moving along, my two cents on the big debate. Neither is sad but I feel for Hoseok, like, gal fully brought him to the brink only for things to go from heaven to horror real quick. Seokjin I feel has made his peace with what happened to him, (and I'm sorry but "I trusted her"... Seokjin, you trusted a 19th century prostitute... ChoICeS) but I think Hoseok still high-key pissed and I don't blame him.

Okay, but I'm in love with this Jungkook, I usually hate characters that are so self-sacrifical and martyr-like, but I feel the way you've set up and written Jungkook avoids this beautifully. It's not necessarily revolving around y/n per se, but around his personal principles and all the hard work he has done to get himself to the point of being able to be around humans despite his instincts as a Ripper.

I am curious as to how a vampires "species/type" is determined upon turning: is it based upon the person being turned, or the vampire that turned them? And if so, is there then people in power in vampire society exploiting that to create vampires loyal to them of a type they want? Hence why the masked dude from the last chapter referred to Jungkook as "hidden". Were Rippers previously used as soldiers in inter-clan warfare like Berserkers and now they are a treasured commodity in power struggles as they all got killed in such battles?

SO MANY QUESTIONS ABOUT THE LORE IM SO FREAKING EXCITED TO DELVE INTO IT MORE!

Anyways, back to Jungkook. The fact that he recognises that his instincts are able to overwrite his will to not heal just so he can have a(n) y/n-sized midnight snack is a testament to his discipline (hence my soldier theory from this review and the previous one) and his dedication to living as "pure/clean" an existence as he can, in short, ya boi is a big-ass sweetie through and through and I'm here for it. I just can't wait to see someone get on the wrong side of him though can't lie 🤣

And now to y/n. Now, I know what I want to say here, but I can't articulate fully so this is not fully formed or coherent (so if you can make sense of it feel free to try and explain for me 😅) I feel like as much as y/n and Jungkook were interested in each other from a somewhat superficial perspective, I do wonder if y/n is, not misplacing, but expressing her feelings of gratitude in a way she wouldn't otherwise had they not gone through this trauma together. Especially because I think, deep down, she's still undecided about Taehyung, like she thinks he betrayed her on such a deep level but he's still caring for her and her head is all over the place from all the mind-games and head fucks she's endured recently and therefore because she has this shared experience with Jungkook, and it's the only thing she's sure of, she's putting all the things she's feeling at the moment into that because so far, Jungkook has been the most reliable and trustworthy and least duplicitous person to her, because even Seokjin and Hoseok weren't exactly subtle with their meddling, whereas Jungkook has stayed fairly quiet in comparison.

Overall, another great chapter and a nice, measured out from the major events of the last chapter, as well as a smooth introduction to another branch of this story.

-🌸

oh you are so lovely!! I love you lots and lots :( also omgmg should I still refer to you by 🌸anon or your username? let me know and I will 🥺💜

I love that you didn't make Jungkook the youngest! Seeing Hoseok as the youngest is a very refreshing take on any stories involving the boys and I think if there was any time to do it, it's in a Vampiric setting.

Thank you so much! omg I worried that people may find it weird, but I think it’s so sweet that Hobi is the youngest. It just fits with his vibe in the story hehe 

I fully agree with y/n when she said that it was weirder that Hoseok and Jungkook were the ages they were than finding out Taehyung was 800 because we don't have a concept for 800, therefore we assume either the ethereal or the grotesque and I know for a fact I'd be in the same state of confusion.

YES OMGMG HAHAHA I AM GLAD THAT YOU GET HER I also like “wait a minute this feels strange” HAHAHAH LIKE TAE IS THE ETERNAL BEING WHILE HOBI IS JUST A VERY YOUNGLOOKING GRANDPA HAHAHAHA 🤧

and I'm sorry but "I trusted her"... Seokjin, you trusted a 19th century prostitute... ChoICeS

FASJDFJADFJ BYE SEOKJIN GOT BURNED AHHAFHAH, I also love how he is all like “well I even paid her handsomely” bruh- hahfajasdj

I am curious as to how a vampires "species/type" is determined upon turning: is it based upon the person being turned, or the vampire that turned them? And if so, is there then people in power in vampire society exploiting that to create vampires loyal to them of a type they want? Hence why the masked dude from the last chapter referred to Jungkook as "hidden". Were Rippers previously used as soldiers in inter-clan warfare like Berserkers and now they are a treasured commodity in power struggles as they all got killed in such battles?

THIS INCLUDES SO MANY GOOD QUESTIONS TO WHICH I KNOW THE ANSWERS BUT I CAN’T TELL YOU IN ORDER NOT TO SPOIL THE STORY I AM GOING TO SOB 

ya boi is a big-ass sweetie through and through and I'm here for it. I just can't wait to see someone get on the wrong side of him though can't lie

I ghost wrote this sentiment :----)

Also I think your take on OC’s & JK’s relationship so interesting. Like, I didn’t even think of it that way, but now that you are saying it like that I can totally see it being possible 👀 all I can say that the traumatic event they went throuhg together definitely brought them closer and gave them something to connect over 😔

Thank you so much for your sweet message, I would love to say so much more, but the story is going to answer most of your questions naturally as it progresses and uff I wanna keep the tension and mystery up EVENTHOUGH I WANNA YELL ABOUT IT HAHAHAH 😭🥺💜