#arin graves

[swanno-arts]

stuck in a boring situation. heres some miitopia shitpost sketches.

and a bonus no context iyovka

[suzydoozy]

Pleaseeeeee get some tail girl, too lost in the sauce with Arin still

It's funny you think I don't?

[soratsuart]

Okay, so let me get this straight.

Yesterday Wilbur logged in for the first time since the beginning of the QSMP, found out he has an egg of his own he initially didn't want to take care of but now is his beloved daughter Tallulah he would kill for. He made a deal to get revenge of Slime for killing Tilín with Quackity.

Quackity in his grief decided he wanted to kill all eggs and tried to get Fit to help him, but he refused and said he would only aid him by providing tools, but he wouldn't kill any eggs himself. Quackity then tried to kill Tallulah after Wilbur logged off, but after reading all the signs she has written to Wilbur he was unable to do so and called off the plan, instead going to sleep at Tilín's grave again (and then he logged off and said today there's gonna be a big announcement).

After that Spreen finds a fucking dragon that attacks him, and as the day goes on we see how the dragon seems to be hostile towards the eggs instead of caring for them, even targeting the ones with two lives specifically.

Bad, Foolish and Maxo started questioning the intentions of the duck and if he's evil, as well as the eggs really being dragon eggs. Bad theorises all the eggs were set up to die from the beginning, seeing as the quests are becoming more and more dangerous. He also suspects Quackity of being allies with the QSMP admins, though Maxo believes Quackity just needs time and support to get over his grief. Foolish, on his part, is starting to suspect Bad of working with the admins to make everyone suspect each other.

Fucking binary code thing that was after Arin appeared again and attacked them, once again targeting the eggs with two lives. Then the QSMP admins themselves told them to give up in the chat.

Calmest day in the QSMP.

[edenesth]

Speak Now

Pairing: childhood friend!Yeosang x fem!reader

AU: hanahaki au

Word Count: 11.6k

Summary: In love with Yeosang since young, you kept your feelings to yourself in fear of ruining your friendship. Like a fool, you suffered alone as the Hanahaki disease slowly consumed you while you watched him propose to his long-time girlfriend. What happens when Yeosang struggles to take his eyes off you on his wedding day and realises that this union might be a mistake?

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〚 Hanahaki Disease 〛

— An illness born from unrequited love, where the patient’s throat will fill with flowers. They will then throw and cough up the petals, sometimes even a whole flower.

— One of the only ways for the disease to ‘disappear’ is if the object of the patient's affection returns the feelings. It cannot be resolved with friendship, it has to be genuine feelings of romantic love.

— The infection can also be removed through surgery, though the feelings will disappear along with the petals.

If the patient refuses surgery or the feelings are not returned in time, their lungs will fill up with flowers and eventually suffocate.

Time sure as hell flies even when you're suffering.

Because the next thing you know, it's been years since you were diagnosed with the Hanahaki disease.

Gazing down at the bloody petals staining your palm, you swallowed painfully, determined to wash away the evidence of your illness in the bathroom and not let anyone find out.

Especially not when Yeosang and his girlfriend, Arin, were waiting patiently outside at the cafe for you. With your eyes squeezed shut, you pressed your hands against your temples, once again reminded of the cruel reality that the love of your life did not feel the same way for you.

It all began about a decade ago.

Initially, you and Yeosang were just new neighbours, brought together when your family relocated to Seoul due to your father's job. Later, you discovered that you attended the same school, and Yeosang, ever the kind soul, became your first friend.

You have been inseparable since childhood, sharing secrets, dreams, and countless adventures together.

But as the years passed, your affection for him slowly blossomed into something deeper, something you kept hidden, fearing it would taint your beautiful friendship.

Upon the realisation of your feelings for him, you had been hopeful at first. All the while, you'd think to yourself that he would one day return your feelings and you would eventually end up together. But you couldn't deny the bitter truth any longer when you began coughing up those crimson-tinged petals.

The doctor's grim confirmation, coupled with Yeosang's excited announcement about mustering the courage to ask Arin out, served as clear answers to all the questions that had plagued your mind.

Witnessing his overwhelming happiness when Arin agreed to be his girlfriend, you couldn't bear to shatter that joy for him. Above all else, you'd rather face death than jeopardise your cherished friendship by revealing your feelings or the devastating truth of your disease.

For as long as you can remember, the pain of coughing up these petals has become your painful secret, something you've grown used to enduring in silence by now.

Come on, you can do this.

You made a determined effort to steady your trembling hands as you reapplied your makeup, doing your absolute best to conceal any trace of paleness or sickness on your face.

The last thing you wanted was for Yeosang, or perhaps even Arin, to detect any hint of your sickness. Over all these years, you had successfully fooled everyone, including your own parents, and you were set in your commitment to maintain that facade.

You were fully prepared to carry your secret to the grave, if it ever came to that.

"Is it just me, or do you seem to be taking longer in the bathroom these days?" Yeosang wondered aloud, deep in thought. You froze, carefully controlling your expression to avoid raising further suspicion.

Arin nodded in agreement before the two of them playfully exchanged grins in your direction, "You know, you can always tell us if you've been busy chatting with Jongho. There's no need to hide in the bathroom for that—we'd understand."

Your shoulders slumped in relief and you rolled your eyes when you realised they were simply teasing you about your colleague once again, "Honestly, how many times do I have to tell you idiots that there's absolutely nothing going on between me and the guy?"

Yeosang couldn't help but snort rather ungracefully as he took a sip of his drink, "Sure, you might think that, but Jongho's not exactly subtle. I'm telling you, the dude's totally whipped for you."

Good god, I sure as hell hope not.

If that truly were the case, you knew you'd have to put a swift end to it before it spiralled out of control. The last thing you wanted was for Jongho to suffer the same fate as you, he was too kind a soul to deserve such torture.

However, deep down, you were convinced that Jongho was simply an exceptionally friendly person. You didn't think he acted any differently towards you compared to other people at work. At this point, it just seemed more like Yeosang and Arin's attempt to get you out of your neverending cycle of singlehood.

The couple had been pestering you for years to find a boyfriend. This wasn't the first time they'd jumped to such hasty conclusions. It seemed that every time they noticed a guy being a tad more attentive or friendly, they instantly started shipping you with him.

In fact, if your memory served you correctly, Jongho was already taken and entirely off the market.

"Don't be ridiculous, Yeo. He's got a girlfriend."

Yeosang nearly choked on his drink upon hearing this revelation, "Wait- what?! Okay, that's a major red flag then. Why on earth is he being so attentive to you, huh?"

You rolled your eyes, slapping your palm against your forehead, "I've told you, he's just naturally nice to everyone. You two are the ones always reading too much into things."

Arin pouted at you, "Oh man, I was really hoping we had some sort of magical persuasion power to turn nothing into something!" You glared at the both of them, watching as they sheepishly rubbed their necks.

Their attempts at humour fell flat.

"I knew it. I always thought it was strange how you two were so insistent about there being something between me and Jongho."

The lighthearted banter continued for a while longer, with your friends enthusiastically brainstorming potential matches and suggesting other guys they could introduce you to.

Casting a swift glance at her phone, Arin perked up with excitement, "Oh, I've got to run, my friends just arrived! It's girls' night, so don't wait up for me, Yeo. I'll catch you two later!" You smiled warmly at your friend's girlfriend, giving a slight wave before discreetly looking away as the couple shared a quick kiss, "Sure thing, babe. Call me if you need anything, yeah?"

"Bye, Arin. Have fun, and I'll see you soon!" You concealed the ache in your heart behind a radiant smile.

The truth was, Yeosang's girlfriend was an absolute sweetheart, and you could completely understand why he had fallen for her.

As much as it pained you to admit, they were a perfect couple. This was precisely what made the situation so bittersweet—witnessing their happiness together was painful, yet you couldn't muster any ill feelings towards Arin.

It was an agonisingly cruel paradox.

She had, in some ways, become like a sister to you, and you genuinely wanted to be happy for the two of them. But the clash between your feelings for Yeosang and the incessant pain in your chest, caused by the growing flowers, made it exceptionally difficult.

You could only watch with a heavy heart as Yeosang escorted his girlfriend out of the cafe and witnessed their affectionate farewell, complete with another parting kiss.

Upon returning to his seat across from you, he did a rather poor job of concealing his bubbling excitement. An internal sigh escaped you as you yearned for him to exhibit such enthusiasm when thinking about you.

"So, what is it?" You asked, watching as Yeosang arched an eyebrow, a curious expression on his face, "What do you mean?"

You crossed your arms, your tone laced with a hint of impatience, "You obviously brought me out today to discuss something, and given that you didn't bring it up in front of Arin, I'm assuming it's related to her. Now that she's gone, spill the beans."

He nodded slowly, somewhat impressed.

"You really are my oldest friend; you know me so well," He said theatrically, wiping away a fake tear. You smacked his arm, annoyed, "Can you please just get to the point already?"

It wasn't your intention to become so exasperated with him, but the ache in your chest was intensifying, and you worried that it wouldn't be long before you'd have to excuse yourself to cough up more petals. You were just determined not to raise suspicion.

You also couldn't quite pinpoint the reason, but a sense of dread was slowly creeping over you as you waited for him to reveal whatever it was he wanted to say.

He chuckled, raising his hands in surrender, "Alright, alright." He conceded. With a mischievous smile, he bit down on his lip.

"I'm planning to propose to Arin, and I need your help."

Fighting back the urge to clutch your chest in agony, you forced a smile, determined not to let the pain show on your face. Your hands rested on your thigh, and your fingers dug into your jeans with such intensity that you worried about tearing the fabric.

"Oh my god, I... God, I'm so happy for you, Yeo!"

Tears welled up in your eyes, and your friend cooed at your emotional reaction, believing it was a sign of your genuine happiness. Little did he know, your tears were for entirely different reasons than he might think.

"Will you marry me?"

Those were words that had only existed in the realm of your dreams, words you knew you'd never hear spoken to you by this man.

It was with a heavy heart that you stood on the sidelines, an invisible spectator, as Yeosang took the plunge and proposed to Arin. A shuddering exhale escaped your lips, your breath trembling as you watched her joyful and resolute nod.

"Yes, yes! A thousand times, yes!"

Your chest ached, and you struggled to suppress the tears that threatened to spill from your eyes. The pain was excruciating, akin to a thousand needles piercing your heart, yet you forced yourself to smile, to be genuinely happy for the two people who meant the world to you.

As Yeosang slipped the ring onto Arin's finger, sealing their love with a promise of forever, you wrestled with your own emotions.

Your heartbreak was palpable, like a storm raging within you, but you couldn't let it mar the joyous occasion. You had to be the friend they deserved, the one who would celebrate their love with an open heart.

So, you smiled through the tears, tears that were not just a testament to your pain but also a tribute to their happiness. It was a complex dance of emotions—your own heartbreak twirling with the happiness you felt for them, a delicate balance that you had learned to navigate over the years.

And at that moment, as you watched them embrace, you couldn't help but wonder if love, even unrequited, had a purpose beyond our comprehension—a purpose that allowed you to witness the beauty of their union, even if it came at the cost of your own silent suffering.

Why am I so bothered? It's not like I ever stood a chance.

You stepped away from the scene, needing a moment to collect yourself. As you wiped away the tears that had welled up, you noticed Wooyoung approaching. He had been Yeosang's closest friend throughout your school years, and over time, he had become a good friend of yours as well.

"Hey, you good? Not gonna lie, you looked a little sick back there." He said, concern etched in his expression.

Panicking, you forced a wide smile, "Oh, I'm fine! I was just really touched. I mean, can you believe they're finally getting married? They've been together for so long. It's about damn time, am I right?"

But Wooyoung didn't seem convinced by the act.

He could see right through your facade, noticing your paleness and the handkerchief you clutched so tightly, not for tears, but for a certain type of bloodied flower petals.

"You know, I had my suspicions back in high school, but I didn't want to say anything for Arin's sake. But I'm worried about you," He said hesitantly, "You... you're in love with him, aren't you?"

You struggled to maintain your composure, choosing to act as if you didn't understand what he was getting at. The last thing you wanted was to have this conversation at such a momentous event. But you also understood that Wooyoung was genuinely concerned for your well-being.

"That's absurd, Woo! Are you even listening to yourself?" You let out a forced laugh, playfully slapping his shoulder repeatedly, "Me? In love with Kang Yeosang? How could you even think to suggest such a thing? Ew!" You pretended to gag.

"Seriously though, I'm fine. It's probably just that time of the month for me, okay? Ugh, I can't believe you made me admit that. If I looked sick, it's probably because I'm losing blood down there, ya know?"

Wooyoung cleared his throat, clearly flustered by the unexpected turn in your conversation, "Sheesh, too much information, woman! Fine, I'll choose to believe you... for now. You know you can always talk to me, right? You're one of my closest friends, aside from Yeo. If you ever need anything, I'm here."

You nodded and forced a smile, struggling to blink back your tears and swallow the lump in your throat.

No one had been aware of your condition all this while, and Wooyoung's concern meant more to you than he could ever know. However, you couldn't bring yourself to admit it to him. That would make everything too real, and you weren't ready to face that truth just yet.

Truth be told, Wooyoung didn't buy your reasoning.

He had accepted it more out of reluctance to press further and make you feel uncomfortable. He understood that there was no use in forcing the truth out of you; he could only wait for the moment when you'd choose to confide in him about your predicament.

For the time being, all he wanted was for you to know that he would always be there for you.

Having personally witnessed the devastating effects of the Hanahaki disease on someone he cared about in the past, Wooyoung was determined to do whatever it took to prevent another loved one from falling victim to this illness.

And so, for the rest of the day, you made an extra effort to conceal any urges to cough or throw up, especially now that Wooyoung was keeping a watchful eye on you, searching for any signs or hoping to catch you slipping up.

You jumped slightly in surprise when Yeosang wrapped his arms around your shoulders, pulling you into a warm hug, "Thank you so much for your help, bestie! This wouldn't have been possible without you."

The word 'bestie' pierced your heart like a dagger because that was all you would ever be to Kang Yeosang.

Sensing Wooyoung's scrutiny from behind as he conversed with some of your other friends, you swallowed hard and nodded, patting Yeosang on the back.

"Of course, Yeo. Anything for you and Arin. I genuinely wish you both all the happiness in the world!"

He laughed with uncontainable excitement, squeezing you in his embrace.

Your heart fluttered at the gesture, but you forced yourself to keep it in check. You had to come to terms with the fact that Yeosang and Arin were now officially endgame, their love story reaching its long-awaited conclusion. You reminded yourself that you had never really stood a chance in the first place.

Giving him one final reassuring pat on the back, you sniffled lightly and pulled away, replacing any trace of emotion with a wide smile as you spotted Arin approaching.

She enveloped you in a tight embrace, squeezing with genuine warmth, "You're the absolute best! I heard you played a huge part in all of this. You'll be right there with us every step of the way until the big day, won't you?"

You nodded without hesitation, "Of course! Every detail will be flawless, I promise you. Nothing will slip through the cracks on my watch!"

A frown and a warning glare were swiftly aimed in Wooyoung's direction when you caught him pretending to gag behind Arin's back at your feigned enthusiasm.

Turning your attention back to Arin, you allowed her to take your hands in hers. Her eyes held a sincerity that touched your heart.

"I've been wanting to ask you this ever since Yeo mentioned our wedding plans. Will you be my maid of honour? Woo's already agreed to be his best man, and it would mean the world to me if you said yes. You're like a sister to me, you know that, right?"

What kind of heartless monster would I have to be to even consider turning down such a heartfelt request?

You squeezed her hands with genuine sincerity, your voice filled with warmth, "Are you kidding? I'd be more than honoured to be your maid of honour! Thank you for asking me; it means the world," Arin cooed, pulling you into another tight embrace, "Aww, I love you, you're the best!"

You smiled, brushing aside the growing pain in your chest, "I love you too, Arin. I want you to know that you're like a sister to me, too."

That night, when you returned home, it marked one of the most agonising nights you would have to endure since your diagnosis.

Your hands trembled uncontrollably as you stared at the sight of an entire flower in your sink. Until then, it had always been just petals, but seeing a whole flower emerging was an ominous sign.

You knew that time was running out, and the thought sent a shiver down your spine.

As promised, you dedicated most of your time to assisting the couple with every aspect of their wedding preparations.

A tiny voice within you questioned why you had willingly subjected yourself to this emotional turmoil, but the sincerity of Arin choosing you, of all people, as her maid of honour touched your heart deeply.

The soft glow of the bridal boutique enveloped the room, casting a warm and inviting ambience. Mirrors lined the walls, reflecting the ethereal beauty of the gowns that hung delicately from their racks. The air was infused with a faint scent of fresh fabric and the promise of new beginnings.

As you stood amidst this sanctuary of matrimonial dreams, your heart ached with the weight of hidden thorns, a cruel reminder of your unrequited love. The Hanahaki disease had woven its cruel tendrils deep within, its blossoms a vivid contrast to the joyous occasion at hand.

Arin, radiant as ever, was surrounded by a small entourage of close friends and family.

Her eyes sparkled with anticipation, her smile infectious as she perused the array of wedding gowns. Her laughter filled the air, a musical backdrop to the scene, and her infectious excitement seemed to dance on the very air you breathed.

You watched her, your heart pounding with each beat, every throb echoing the ache of concealed emotions. The delicate petals seemed to flutter within you, a silent reminder of the love that could never be.

Arin's fingers delicately traced the lace of one gown, her eyes wide with wonder, "This is beautiful." She breathed, her voice a tender whisper of admiration.

The boutique assistant, an expert in the language of bridal dreams, nodded in agreement, "It complements your grace perfectly, Ms. Choi. Would you like to try it on?"

Her gaze met yours in silent invitation.

You couldn't refuse, not when this was her moment of unparalleled happiness, "Yes, go ahead, Arin." You encouraged, your voice steady despite the storm raging within.

As she disappeared behind the curtain, you took a moment to gather your composure. The mirrors seemed to multiply your reflection, each one a reminder of the fractured reality you faced.

When the curtain swayed open once more, Arin emerged in a vision of pure elegance. The gown cascaded around her like a waterfall of silk and lace, framing her like a masterpiece. Her eyes met yours in the mirror's reflection, and the brilliance in her gaze was enough to momentarily eclipse your own pain.

A chorus of gasps and exclamations filled the room as the entourage marvelled at the sight. Tears glistened in Arin's eyes, the reflection of her joy painting a poignant picture.

She was breathtakingly beautiful.

Perfect for Yeosang.

Unlike you.

"This is it," She declared, her voice filled with unwavering certainty, "This is the one."

The boutique assistant smiled warmly, sharing in Arin's moment of triumph, "A perfect choice, Ms. Choi. This gown is destined to be a part of your beautiful love story."

As they celebrated and made arrangements for the dress, you found solace in the shadows, your smile never wavering.

In this moment, your love was a silent symphony, an echo of happiness and pain intertwined. You would stand by Arin's side, supporting her dreams, even if it meant bearing your own thorny secret in silence.

With no time to take a break or tend to your aching heart, you immediately found yourself in the men's boutique the following day.

The upscale boutique was a realm of sophistication, with racks of tuxedos adorned in various shades of black and grey, each exuding an aura of timeless elegance. Soft jazz music played in the background, creating an atmosphere of refinement.

Yeosang stood beside his best man, Wooyoung, both of them inspecting the selection of tuxedos before them.

The bright lights cast a soft glow on their faces, accentuating the excitement in their eyes. You watched them from a respectful distance, a smile etched on your face despite the turmoil raging within.

Yeosang had asked for your help in choosing his attire for the wedding, and you couldn't refuse, even though it meant masking your own pain.

The illness had not relented, its grip on your heart growing tighter with every passing day.

"So, what do you think?" Yeosang turned to you, his eyes shining with anticipation, "Which one do you think will make me look the most dashing for Arin?"

You swallowed hard, your heart aching as you looked at your childhood friend, "I think the black one would be perfect." You replied, your voice unwavering, though the weight of the petals in your chest was almost suffocating.

He nodded, his smile warm and appreciative, "You've always had great taste. Thanks for helping me out with this."

Wooyoung chimed in, patting your back playfully, "Yeah, she's got a knack for this stuff. You're lucky to have her, man."

You returned their gratitude with a genuine smile, your own turmoil concealed behind the façade of happiness, "It's my pleasure, you two. I want everything to be perfect for your special day."

As you continued to browse the tuxedos, Yeosang's conversation inevitably turned to Arin and her wedding gown, "Speaking of perfection," He began, his eyes shining with love, "Arin is absolutely ecstatic about her dress. She can't stop talking about how gorgeous it is."

Your heart clenched at the mention of Arin and her joy, "I'm sure she's going to look breathtaking." You replied, your voice carrying a hint of genuine happiness.

Yeosang's gratitude was evident as he turned to you, his eyes filled with warmth, "Thank you. You've been such an amazing help to her. I don't know what we would do without you."

The words were like a dagger to your heart, but you managed to smile through the pain, "I'm just happy to be a part of your special day, Yeo. You and Arin deserve all the happiness in the world."

As the day wore on, you continued to play your role, assisting Yeosang with the selection of his tuxedo and maintaining the façade of happiness.

Your love for him remained buried deep within, hidden beneath layers of petals. For now, you would do whatever it took to ensure that Yeosang and Arin's wedding day was a day filled with joy and love, even if it meant enduring your own silent suffering.

Unfortunately for you, you could feel the weight of your sickness pressing down on you, its tendrils of pain and discomfort growing increasingly unbearable.

You had excused yourself to the bathroom multiple times to cough up petals, each time feeling weaker and more drained.

On one of your trips back from the bathroom, you couldn't conceal the paleness that had washed over your face, your steps faltering slightly as you clutched a handkerchief tightly against your chest. It was clear that your condition was deteriorating rapidly, and you were growing weaker with each passing moment.

Wooyoung, sharp-eyed and observant, noticed your distress immediately. Concern etched his features as he approached you, his voice gentle but filled with worry.

"Hey, are you okay?" He asked, his hand reaching out to touch your arm gently. You forced a weak smile, though it was clear that you were far from okay, "I'm fine, Woo. Just a little tired, that's all."

His eyes bore into yours, not buying your facade for a moment.

"You don't have to hide it from me. I can see that you're not well. You've been in and out of the bathroom so many times today."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you struggled to maintain your composure. Wooyoung had always been perceptive, and you knew it was impossible to hide the truth from him any longer.

I can't do this by myself for much longer.

"You... you were right, Woo," You admitted, your voice shaking, "I am in love with Yeo, and I do have Hanahaki."

He looked at you with genuine concern, his eyes filled with empathy, "God, I knew it. You should have told me sooner. How... how long have you had it for?" You sighed, "Years, Woo. It's been years," He shook his head in disbelief, "I can't believe you suffered like this all alone for years."

You wiped away a tear that had escaped, your voice barely above a whisper, "I didn't want to burden you, Woo. I didn't want to take away from your happiness with Yeosang and Arin."

His expression softened even more, and he shook his head, "You're not a burden. You're our friend, and we care about you deeply. We want you to be happy too."

Wooyoung reached out and gently squeezed your hand, his words a soothing balm to your wounded heart, "Promise me that you'll come to me whenever you're feeling like this. I'll always be here for you, no matter what."

Tears streamed down your cheeks, but this time, they were tears of relief. You nodded, your voice filled with gratitude, "Thank you, Woo. I promise."

As he pulled you into a comforting embrace, you knew that you had a true friend in him, someone who would stand by your side through the darkest of times. With Wooyoung's support, perhaps you could find a way to navigate the painful journey ahead, one step at a time.

Yeosang watched from a distance, hidden in the shadows, as Wooyoung and you hugged.

He hadn't arrived early enough to understand the circumstances that had led to the embrace between you and his best friend. However, one thing was clear: the sight of it left an uncomfortable feeling gnawing at him.

Unbeknownst to you, his gaze had lingered on you two longer than he had intended, and a peculiar feeling had begun to churn within his chest—a strange mixture of discomfort and unease.

He couldn't quite put his finger on it, and that was what perplexed him the most. After all, he was on the brink of marrying Arin, the love of his life, the woman who had captured his heart completely. There was no reason for him to feel this way, and he was well aware of it.

As he stood there, he attempted to imagine a future where you and Wooyoung found happiness together.

It was an image he knew he should be able to conjure with ease, but an inexplicable ache twisted in his chest. It wasn't that he wanted to hold either of you back; he simply couldn't shake the discomfort that settled in his heart.

Yeosang took a deep breath, attempting to clear his mind of these bewildering thoughts. He knew he shouldn't be feeling this way, especially with his wedding to Arin just around the corner.

Guilt washed over him, and he silently chastised himself for entertaining such emotions.

He reminded himself that his love for Arin was unwavering, that she was the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. This inexplicable feeling was just a momentary blip, a passing cloud in the sky of his emotions.

But no matter how hard he tried to push those feelings aside, they lingered, stubborn and insistent. The image of you and Wooyoung together tugged at his heartstrings in a way he couldn't understand, leaving him with a profound sense of unease.

With a final, determined exhale, Yeosang stepped out of the shadows, ready to rejoin you.

He needed to focus on the joyous occasion at hand, on the celebration of love that was meant to bind him to Arin forever. As he approached, he pushed aside the nagging feeling and vowed to be the best friend and partner he could be, even if it meant grappling with the complexity of his own emotions.

In the midst of your unending battle with the Hanahaki disease, Wooyoung became your unwavering support system, a beacon of hope in the sea of pain and uncertainty.

Your journey together was marked by moments of both agony and resilience, as you faced the relentless onslaught of petals and thorns.

Wooyoung had always been there, whether it was a late-night call to soothe your coughing fits or accompanying you to doctor's appointments.

His comforting presence was a constant reminder that you weren't alone in this struggle.

You juggled the demands of your job with the relentless symptoms of the disease, often finding solace in your work even as the petals clung to your throat.

Wooyoung would send you encouraging messages, reminding you to take breaks and prioritise your health.

Amidst the chaos of Yeosang's wedding preparations, Wooyoung took on the role of your guardian angel. He'd stay by your side during fittings and meetings, ensuring you didn't push yourself too hard.

It wasn't until one fateful day, as the illness reached its most excruciating stage, that you couldn't hold back the bloodied flowers any longer.

You rushed to the bathroom, your body wracked with painful coughs. Wooyoung, alarmed, followed you and witnessed the entire flower falling from your lips in a gruesome display.

As you gasped for breath, tears streaming down your face, Wooyoung gently touched your shoulder.

"This can't go on like this," He said with conviction, "You need to consider the surgery to remove those flowers for good."

His words hung heavy in the air, a stark reminder of the difficult choice you had been avoiding. You knew he was right, but the fear of losing your feelings for Yeosang made you hesitate.

Despite the pain, Wooyoung's unwavering support and guidance gave you the strength to face the decision that had been looming over you for far too long.

Perhaps it really was time to take the step that could free you from the relentless grip of the sickness, even if it meant sacrificing the love you had harboured in silence. After all, Yeosang would never return your feelings.

What's the point of even suffering like this?

Meanwhile, Yeosang couldn't help but notice the deepening bond between Wooyoung and you. It wasn't that he had been intentionally spying on you, but the presence of Wooyoung in your life had become increasingly apparent.

Yeosang did his best to distract himself with thoughts of Arin, the love of his life, and the excitement of their upcoming marriage.

He immersed himself in wedding preparations, from selecting the perfect venue to deciding on the menu and guest list. He yearned for every detail to be flawless, a testament to the love he and Arin shared.

But no matter how hard he tried to focus on Arin and their future together, his thoughts had an irritating tendency to drift back to you and Wooyoung. It was as if an invisible force tugged at his mind, pulling him away from the happiness he should have been feeling.

Frustration gnawed at him, and he berated himself for allowing such thoughts to intrude upon his joyous moments with Arin.

He felt torn between the life he had envisioned with Arin and the confusing emotions that seemed to be bubbling up around you and Wooyoung.

Yeosang knew he shouldn't be feeling this way.

He was about to marry the woman he loved, and he had no right to entertain thoughts that might jeopardise their happiness. Yet, no matter how hard he tried to push those thoughts aside, they lingered, a constant source of discomfort and confusion.

As the wedding day drew closer, Yeosang grappled with a storm of emotions, struggling to understand why he couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss, something he couldn't quite put his finger on.

His heart was divided, torn between his love for Arin and the unsettling thoughts that kept returning to you and his best friend.

And indeed, time sure as hell flies when you're suffering.

Next thing you all knew, the morning of the wedding arrived, and the atmosphere was filled with anticipation and excitement. Yeosang and Wooyoung were in a shared room, getting ready together, a tradition that had been upheld since their childhood.

Yeosang couldn't shake the nagging thoughts that had plagued him in the days leading up to the wedding.

He had watched Wooyoung and you grow closer, and the curiosity had finally become too much for him to bear. As he adjusted his tie and pretended to be in high spirits, he decided to broach the subject, masking his true intentions behind playful banter.

"You know, Woo," He began, a playful glint in his eye, "I've been meaning to ask you something."

Wooyoung, who was busy straightening his own tie, looked up with a raised eyebrow, "Ask away, Yeo. I'm an open book."

Yeosang chuckled, trying to maintain an air of nonchalance, "So, what's the deal with you and my bestie lately? You guys seem pretty close. Anything you want to share with your best man?"

Wooyoung glanced at Yeosang, his expression carefully neutral, "We've just been hanging out more, you know, like friends do."

Yeosang continued to feign playfulness, though the urgency behind his question was growing stronger, "Come on, Woo. You can't hide anything from me. Spill the beans. Is there something I should know?"

Wooyoung sighed, realising that Yeosang wasn't going to drop the subject easily. He decided to be honest but kept the details vague, "She has been going through a tough time, Yeo. I've been there to support her as a friend, that's all."

Yeosang's heart sank at the mention of you going through a tough time. He had no idea about the disease or the depth of your suffering, and the guilt began to creep in, "Is she okay?" He asked, his tone shifting from playful to genuinely concerned.

Wooyoung nodded, "She's getting better, but it's been a challenging journey for her. She's a strong person, though."

Yeosang nodded, his mind racing with unanswered questions. He wanted to ask more, to understand the nature of your struggles, but he feared delving too deep into a conversation that might reveal his own complex emotions.

With a forced smile, Yeosang changed the subject, steering the conversation away from you and back to the wedding preparations.

But deep down, he knew that the questions would continue to linger, and the unsettling feelings that had plagued him wouldn't be easily dismissed.

As the hours passed, the wedding day unfolded like a beautifully scripted scene.

Arin, radiant and resplendent in her bridal gown, had been whisked away to the makeup room, where you had the privilege of helping her prepare for her momentous day.

As you carefully applied Arin's makeup, ensuring every brushstroke was just right, Wooyoung entered the room with a soft knock. His presence was a soothing balm amidst the whirlwind of emotions that had been swirling within you.

Wooyoung cast a gentle smile in your direction, silently checking on you. His eyes held a hint of concern, a reflection of the care he had shown you during the painful days of your illness.

Arin, who was perched in her makeup chair, noticed your exchange and couldn't resist teasing you, "You two seem awfully close lately," She said with a playful twinkle in her eye, "Is there something you're not telling me?"

Wooyoung and you exchanged knowing glances, your camaraderie evident. You chuckled and replied, "Just good friends, Arin. No need to start any rumours."

He nodded in agreement, "Exactly, Arin. Nothing more, nothing less."

Arin feigned disappointment, though her smile was infectious, "Well, I suppose I won't have any juicy gossip to share at the wedding then."

The three of you shared a lighthearted laugh, the tension in the room dissipating. Arin, completely at ease in her friends' presence, couldn't have been more delighted with the support she had from both of you.

Stepping out of Arin's makeup room, you couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. Arin was glowing, her happiness contagious, and you were truly delighted for her.

But as you made your way down the hallway to prepare yourself for the wedding, you encountered Yeosang, dressed impeccably in his suit.

Your heart skipped a beat at the sight of him, his striking appearance making it hard to suppress the surge of emotions that threatened to overwhelm you. You reminded yourself, painfully, that he would never be your groom. You had to bury your feelings deep down and put on a brave face.

Yeosang, however, didn't let the moment pass without addressing the unspoken turmoil that had been brewing between you.

His voice was gentle as he began, "I heard from Wooyoung that you've been going through a tough time."

You froze, surprised by his directness.

You had never expected Yeosang to bring up such a personal topic, especially on his wedding day, "Yeosang, I didn't want to burden you," You replied softly, your gaze avoiding his, "You have so much on your plate with the wedding preparations, and I didn't want to add to your stress."

Yeosang's expression softened, and he reached out to gently tilt your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.

"You've always been my closest friend," He said earnestly, "I wish you had confided in me. I hate to think that you're going through something difficult alone."

His words tugged at your heart, and you fought to keep your emotions in check, "I didn't want to trouble you, Yeo," You whispered, your voice quivering, "I didn't want to distract you from your happiness with Arin."

Yeosang's eyes held a depth of sincerity that caught you off guard.

Without a word, he leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, a simple but heart-fluttering gesture that spoke volumes.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you realised the depth of his care and concern. The weight of unspoken emotions lingered in the air, and for a brief moment, you allowed yourself to savour the bittersweetness of the moment.

Yeosang wanted to be there for me, even on his wedding day.

As you pulled away from each other, he whispered, "You're never a burden. I want to be there for you, no matter what." His words hung in the air, a promise that warmed your heart and offered a glimmer of solace in the midst of your pain.

With a grateful smile, you nodded, unable to find the words to express the depth of your feelings.

The truth was, even though Yeosang would never be yours, his friendship and support meant the world to you, and in that moment, you felt less alone in your struggle against the sickness.

As the moment of truth approached, you, as the maid of honour, gracefully walked down the aisle, the soft music filling the air.

Your heart was filled with bittersweet emotions, knowing that you were witnessing the culmination of Yeosang and Arin's love story. The sight of the gathered guests, the exquisite decorations, and the serenity of the venue created an almost ethereal ambience.

Yeosang, waiting at the altar, was taken aback by how beautiful you looked in your dress.

He couldn't help but marvel at your beauty, a realisation that struck him like a bolt of lightning. He wondered how he had never truly noticed it before, how your presence had always been an unassuming constant in his life.

Even when Arin began her walk down the aisle towards him, gorgeous in her bridal gown, Yeosang struggled to tear his eyes away from you. The air grew tense, and his unease mounted as he noticed Wooyoung remaining attentively by your side, a silent pillar of support.

When the officiant reached the part where he asked if there were any objections, a hush fell over the guests, and the words hung heavily in the air.

"Speak now, or forever hold your peace."

You felt a lump form your throat, your heart racing as you struggled to hold back the words that threatened to escape.

Your gaze darted away from Yeosang, unable to meet his eyes, and you clenched Wooyoung's hand tightly, drawing strength from his reassuring touch.

The seconds felt like hours, and the weight of unspoken truths hung heavy in the room. But in that moment, you made a choice. You chose to hold your peace, to let Yeosang and Arin's love flourish without your own pain becoming a stumbling block in their journey.

The ceremony continued, and as you took a deep breath, you knew that you had made the right decision.

It was a moment of silent sacrifice, a testament to the depth of your love for Yeosang and your desire to see him happy, even if it meant holding back your own feelings.

As the officiant's voice filled the air, Yeosang was asked the pivotal question: "Do you, Kang Yeosang, take Choi Arin to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

But the words 'I do' stuck in his throat, and his eyes remained inexplicably glued to you, standing there as the maid of honour. The atmosphere grew increasingly charged, and the guests began to murmur with confusion.

Arin's expression shifted from anticipation to confusion, then to shock and finally to hurt as she observed Yeosang's unexpected hesitation.

The once-happy occasion was marred by the tension that had settled over the ceremony.

Yeosang's internal struggle and his prolonged silence sent ripples of concern through the gathering. The guests exchanged worried glances, and the atmosphere grew increasingly uncomfortable.

At that moment, all eyes were on Yeosang, who had unwittingly become the centre of attention.

The wedding, which was meant to be a celebration of love, had taken an unexpected turn, and the unfolding drama left everyone horrified, especially Arin, who stood there, her heart breaking in front of all her loved ones.

You were completely taken aback when you realised that his eyes had been on you all this while, his hesitation to say 'I do' leaving you bewildered and conflicted.

Confusion and surprise etched across your face, you couldn't comprehend what was happening.

The sudden rush of emotions left you disoriented, and your chest tightened painfully. It was at that very moment that the disease chose to strike with an unprecedented intensity.

As you coughed violently, a hand to your mouth, the pain was excruciating. Your eyes widened in fear, and you couldn't help but look at the bloodied flower petals that had spilt into your palm.

You were acutely aware that everyone, especially Yeosang, had witnessed the horrifying spectacle, and the secret of your condition was no longer hidden.

Amidst the chaos, Wooyoung, worry etched across his face, acted swiftly. He immediately ushered you out of the venue and guided you to the nearest bathroom, concern evident in every step he took.

You clung to him, your heart and mind racing with fear and embarrassment.

Unbeknownst to you, Yeosang had been overwhelmed with worry as well. He had momentarily forgotten about his own wedding, his concern for you taking precedence.

He followed you out of the venue, his heart heavy with anxiety and confusion.

Meanwhile, Arin stood there at the altar, her heart shattered by the turn of events. She felt a profound sense of embarrassment and devastation, her once-happy wedding day transformed into a bewildering and painful spectacle.

She had no choice but to watch as the love of her life rushed after you, leaving her alone and heartbroken at the altar.

Yeosang's heart pounded in his chest as he rushed to the bathroom, fear and dread coursing through him. He was met with a harrowing sight when he arrived— you, heaving painfully in Wooyoung's arms, the sink scattered with bloodied flowers.

The sight sent a wave of horror and helplessness through him.

He gasped and called out your name, his voice filled with anguish and concern. He knelt beside you, desperate to offer any form of comfort.

You turned your head weakly, your eyes locking onto his with a mixture of surprise and worry, "Yeosang, what are you doing here?" You rasped, your voice strained and weak, "You can't be here. Arin is waiting for you."

Yeosang's expression was a mix of determination and distress. He shook his head, his eyes never leaving yours, "Don't be foolish," He implored, his voice unwavering, "You're more important right now. Please, tell me the truth about your condition."

You tried to protest, to divert his attention back to Arin, but the concern in Yeosang's eyes held you captive. It was clear that he wasn't going to back down, that he needed to know the full extent of what you were going through.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you met his gaze, a mixture of relief and vulnerability washing over you.

You knew that keeping this secret from him had only led to further pain for both of you. With a trembling breath, you began to share the painful truth about the Hanahaki disease that had been plaguing you for so long.

As you spoke, Yeosang listened intently, his heart heavy with the weight of your suffering. He couldn't bear the thought of you enduring this pain alone.

At that moment, the world outside the bathroom seemed to fade away, leaving just the three of you—Yeosang, Wooyoung, and you—bound together by a revelation that would forever alter the course of your lives.

As the painful truth about the Hanahaki disease spilt from your lips, Yeosang's distress deepened.

He listened intently, his eyes filled with a mixture of empathy and anguish. When you had finished explaining the devastating condition, a heavy silence hung in the air.

Yeosang finally gathered the courage to ask the question that had been haunting him, his voice trembling with uncertainty, "Is it me? Am I the reason you're suffering like this?"

You hesitated, your heart aching at the thought of admitting the truth, the truth that had remained hidden for so long. Before you could respond, Wooyoung, who had been standing by your side, stepped in with compassion in his eyes.

"Yes, Yeo. It's you." Wooyoung said softly.

"Now you know why she couldn't confide in you about this. She's been carrying this burden for a long time."

As Wooyoung gently confirmed the truth about your unrequited love for Yeosang, the weight of the revelation settled heavily in the small bathroom. You remained in Wooyoung's arms, tears glistening in your eyes, feeling exposed and vulnerable.

Wooyoung continued, his voice gentle but firm, "But she's going to get the surgery soon to remove the flowers. It's the best way to ensure her health and happiness. So please, don't forget about Arin. She loves you deeply, she deserves your love and commitment too."

Wooyoung emphasised the importance of not hurting Arin further, reminding Yeosang that you had made the difficult decision to undergo surgery to remove the flowers soon.

He urged Yeosang to respect Arin's love and commitment, as she deserved nothing less.

Yeosang listened intently, his face etched with a complex mix of emotions. It was a lot to process, and the realisation that you had been harbouring these feelings for him for years was undoubtedly overwhelming.

He understood Wooyoung's plea not to cause further pain to Arin, a woman who loved him deeply.

However, something unexpected happened in that moment.

As the idea of you undergoing surgery to remove the flowers, and consequently, your feelings for Yeosang, settled in his mind, he felt a surge of discomfort. A strange sense of unease washed over him.

The thought of you no longer loving him, of your feelings for him vanishing forever, was strangely unsettling. It was a sensation he couldn't quite explain. Yeosang found himself torn, grappling with his own unexpected emotions. He didn't want you to stop loving him, even though he couldn't be with you.

As he stood there, caught in the tumultuous storm of emotions, the bathroom felt like a confessional, each revelation and response pushing you further into the uncharted territory of your relationships and desires.

The path ahead remained uncertain, and the choices you make would carry profound consequences for all involved.

The aftermath of the cancelled wedding was a sombre and bewildering affair.

Guests were left stunned by the dramatic turn of events, and sympathy flowed overwhelmingly toward Arin, who had been publicly humiliated on what was supposed to be her special day.

Yeosang, grappling with the consequences of his actions, sought to apologise to Arin later on, knowing that he had caused her immense pain. But when he approached her with remorse in his eyes, she remained cold and distant.

Arin's voice was filled with hurt and anger as she confronted him, her words cut deep, "You disrespected me, Yeosang, in front of everyone we love. If you had second thoughts, you should have spoken to me before we went through with this wedding."

Her disappointment and sense of betrayal were palpable, and as they exchanged harsh words, it became clear that their relationship had been irreparably damaged.

She made a painful decision, one that she believed was necessary for her own well-being.

She broke up with Yeosang, unable to be with a person who could bring such heartache and humiliation on what should have been a day of joy and celebration.

Yeosang watched helplessly as Arin walked away, the weight of his actions crashing down on him.

He had lost not only the love of his life but also a cherished friendship, all because of his own conflicting emotions and the tangled web of unrequited love that had ensnared everyone involved.

The aftermath of that fateful day would leave lasting scars on their hearts, a stark reminder of the consequences of decisions made and secrets kept. It was a painful lesson in love, sacrifice, and the unpredictable ways in which the heart can lead us down unexpected paths.

Meanwhile, your days in the hospital leading up to the scheduled surgery were filled with anxiety and uncertainty.

The Hanahaki disease had taken a toll on your health, and you could feel your condition worsening with each passing day. The support of friends like Wooyoung had been a lifeline, but as the surgery date neared, you couldn't help but be overwhelmed by the weight of your own guilt and sorrow.

One day, as you lay in your hospital bed, Wooyoung excused himself to give you some privacy when Arin arrived to visit you.

You were surprised by her presence and felt a pang of guilt knowing that her relationship with Yeosang had ended due to the events at the cancelled wedding.

Tears welled up in your eyes as Arin spoke, her voice filled with a mix of sadness and understanding.

She told you that she and Yeosang had parted ways, and you couldn't help but apologise profusely, your voice trembling as you accepted responsibility for the pain you had inadvertently caused.

"It's all my fault." You cried, feeling the weight of your unrequited love and the havoc it had wreaked on the lives of those around you.

Arin, ever empathetic and kind, reached out to comfort you, her touch gentle and reassuring. She surprised you by apologising as well, her voice filled with regret, "No, I'm sorry. I should have realised what you were going through all these years. I should have been there for you instead of being the cause of your pain."

Her words were a testament to her character, her ability to see beyond her own suffering and extend empathy to others.

It was a bittersweet moment of understanding and forgiveness between two people who had both borne the burden of unrequited love and the pain it brought.

As you shared your regrets and sorrows, you couldn't help but be grateful for the compassion and understanding Arin had shown you.

It was a glimmer of hope in the midst of your own struggles, a reminder that even in the darkest times, human connection and empathy could offer solace and healing.

It's been a week since the disaster of a wedding.

Yeosang found himself grappling with a growing sense of fear and unease, knowing you would be going through the surgery soon. It was a period of deep reflection for him, and he couldn't help but look back on the moments you had shared throughout your school years.

He recalled the countless memories you had created together, the adventures, secrets, and dreams you had once shared as friends.

It finally struck him now, how blind he had been to the hidden depths of his own feelings for you. He thought back to the times when you had been there for him, the unwavering support and companionship you had offered, and he couldn't believe he had missed the signs of your affection for him.

Yeosang's thoughts delved into the pain you must have endured, watching him and Arin together, celebrating their love while suppressing your own.

The image of you coughing up bloody petals haunted him, a cruel reminder of the silent suffering you had endured for so long.

In those quiet moments of introspection, Yeosang experienced a profound realisation—one that left him both startled and shaken. He began to question whether his feelings for you had been more complicated than he had ever allowed himself to admit.

The possibility that he might return your feelings, that his heart might have been yearning for you all along, crept into his mind like a whisper.

It was a revelation that left him feeling conflicted, as he grappled with the consequences of his newfound understanding.

As the surgery date approached, Yeosang found himself facing a crossroads in his own heart, torn between the past he had shared with Arin and the uncharted territory of his emotions for you.

The future remained uncertain, and he couldn't deny the weight of the choices he would have to make in the days to come.

Just a day before your surgery, Yeosang stood outside the door of your hospital ward, his heart heavy with the newfound realisation of his feelings for you. He felt a mixture of fear, uncertainty, and guilt, unable to face you after everything that had transpired.

It was in this vulnerable moment that Wooyoung caught up with him, recognising the turmoil in his friend's eyes.

He guided Yeosang to a nearby bench, understanding that they needed to have a candid conversation about the complex emotions that had surfaced.

Sitting down with a sigh, Yeosang finally admitted his feelings to Wooyoung, his voice laced with sincerity and vulnerability, "Woo, I think... I might have feelings for her. I've been blind to it for so long, but now it's clear to me."

Wooyoung listened attentively, his expression serious as he absorbed Yeosang's confession.

He couldn't deny the depth of their friendship, nor the gravity of the situation. Wooyoung knew that he needed to address this with utmost care to ensure that Yeosang's feelings were genuine and not a result of guilt or confusion.

With a stern gaze, Wooyoung cautioned his friend, "Yeo, you need to be absolutely certain about this. She has been through so much pain, and the last thing I want is for you to play with her fragile feelings."

Yeosang nodded, his eyes filled with determination.

"I am certain, Woo. My feelings for her are real, and I don't want to hurt her anymore."

Wooyoung relented, his concern slowly giving way to a sense of understanding and support. He placed a hand on Yeosang's shoulder, his voice softened with genuine care.

"If you're sure about this, then please, Yeosang, make her happy. After everything she's suffered, she deserves nothing less."

With that silent understanding between them, the weight of Yeosang's newfound feelings hung heavily in the air.

It was a pivotal moment, one that would shape the course of their relationships and the choices they would make as they navigated the intricate threads of love and friendship.

As Wooyoung returned to your side, a small smile played on his lips.

He observed you carefully, noting a subtle change in your demeanour. You looked better, your complexion less strained, and there was a lightness in your eyes that hadn't been there before.

He couldn't help but tease you gently, "Hey, have you noticed any difference in how you feel?"

You paused, taking a moment to assess yourself.

To your surprise, you realised that you did feel remarkably better. The persistent ache in your chest had begun to fade, replaced by a newfound sense of ease and comfort.

Your eyes widened in realisation, a mixture of disbelief and joy washing over you.

Could it be? Could it really be that Yeo had returned my feelings?

Unable to contain your excitement, you nodded fervently, "Yes, Woo! I feel... I feel like I can breathe again."

At that moment, hope blossomed in your heart, and you couldn't help but believe that something extraordinary had occurred. Wooyoung wasted no time in calling the doctor to confirm your condition.

After a thorough examination, the doctor confirmed what you had dared to hope for – the Hanahaki disease had disappeared. The petals, the pain, the suffocating weight in your chest – all of it was gone.

Tears welled up in your eyes as the weight of the revelation settled in. It could only mean one thing: Yeosang loved you too. The realisation was overwhelming, a flood of emotions surging through you.

In that hospital room, surrounded by the echoes of a journey marked by pain and heartache, a new chapter began to unfold. The tangled threads of unrequited love were finally unravelling, giving way to the possibility of a love that had been years in the making.

As you stepped out of the hospital, Wooyoung by your side, your heart raced with anticipation.

There, by the entrance, stood Yeosang next to his car. His presence alone sent a flurry of emotions coursing through you, and you couldn't help but wonder if he had come to finally confess his feelings.

Wooyoung, always the protective friend, gave Yeosang one last warning, his voice filled with a firm seriousness, "Yeo, you better not hurt her. If you do, you'll have to deal with me."

Yeosang nodded, his own determination shining in his eyes, "I won't, Woo. I promise I'll be good to her."

Once Wooyoung had left, it was just the two of you, standing there in a moment heavy with unspoken emotions.

Yeosang took a deep breath, his gaze locked with yours, and he began to speak with a sincerity that left you breathless. His voice quivered with a mixture of emotions, a blend of regret and newfound clarity that gave weight to every word he uttered.

He began by saying your name, his voice soft but resolute, "I need you to know something. I've been blind for far too long, and I can't hide from the truth any longer."

He paused, his eyes searching yours for understanding and forgiveness. His admission hung in the air, a palpable tension that begged for resolution.

"I realised," He continued, his voice unwavering, "That I might have been more oblivious than I ever thought possible. For years, I couldn't see what was right in front of me—the depth of your feelings, the pain you were silently enduring."

His words carried the weight of years of unspoken emotions, and he reached out to gently cup your face with his hand. His touch was tender, a silent apology for the blindness that had kept you apart.

"God, I'm so sorry," He whispered, his voice filled with remorse, "I'm sorry for not noticing your suffering, for not realising the depth of your love. But now, I see it, and I can't deny how I feel any longer."

His confession hung in the air, a pivotal moment in your shared history. It was a moment of vulnerability, of acknowledging the love that had silently existed between you for years.

Yeosang's gaze never wavered, his eyes filled with a mixture of longing and determination, "From this moment forward, I promise to love you the way you deserve to be loved. I won't let my blindness or mistakes hold us back anymore."

You felt tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as his words washed over you, a wave of warmth and hope. It was a promise that held the weight of your shared history and the possibility of a future filled with love and happiness.

Unable to contain your emotions any longer, you closed the gap between you and pressed your lips against his, sealing your newfound understanding with a sweet and tender kiss.

It was a kiss that spoke of forgiveness, redemption, and the beginning of a love story that had been a long time in the making.

Time flies when you're suffering, but it sure as hell goes by even faster when you're happy.

In the years that followed Yeosang's heartfelt confession, your lives took on a new and beautiful rhythm, one filled with love, laughter, and shared dreams.

With the pain of the past behind you, Yeosang surprised you with a proposal on a picturesque beach at sunset one evening.

As the waves lapped gently at your feet, he got down on one knee, a radiant smile on his face. The words "Will you marry me?" were finally spoken to the right person. Tears of joy streamed down your face as you said yes, sealing your love in the most perfect way.

Your wedding day was a celebration of love and friendship.

Wooyoung stood proudly by your side as the best man, his unwavering support a testament to the strength of your bond.

As you and Yeosang exchanged vows, the happiness in your hearts reflected the years of longing and the promise of a future filled with shared love and adventures.

The joy of your union was extended to your growing family.

The two of you became parents to a beautiful baby boy, your love was now reflected in the eyes of your son. Wooyoung, always the protective friend, stood by you both during the journey to parenthood, offering guidance and support.

Your family gatherings were filled with laughter and warmth. Wooyoung, of course, remained a cherished presence in your lives, sharing in your joy and becoming an honorary uncle to your child.

Every year, you celebrate your love and commitment to each other with anniversaries marked by heartfelt surprises and romantic getaways. And you bet Wooyoung was there to raise a toast every time, reminding you of friendship's enduring power.

As the years passed and your love grew stronger, mundane yet cherished moments filled your days.

One sunny afternoon, Yeosang and you decided to embark on a cute little supermarket date, a routine outing to restock your home and ensure your little one had everything he needed.

Walking hand in hand through the aisles, you exchanged smiles and shared whispers, the simple act of being together filling your hearts with contentment. Your cart was filled with baby supplies, fresh groceries, and a few indulgences that always seemed to find their way into your basket.

As you turned a corner in one of the aisles, your carefree laughter echoed through the store. That's when it happened—your encounter with the past you had left behind.

In the midst of your laughter, you suddenly pulled away from your husband, a dramatic gasp escaping your lips as if caught doing something scandalous.

Yeosang blinked in confusion, his brows furrowing as he tried to comprehend your sudden change in behaviour.

But then, your eyes widened as you realised the reason for your flustered reaction. There, just a few feet away from the two of you, stood Arin. It was a chance encounter neither of you had expected.

In a panic, you whispered to Yeosang, "Arin's here." as if the mere mention of her name would explain your sudden reaction.

He turned to look in her direction, his expression one of surprise mixed with curiosity. Arin noticed your presence and made her way over to you both, her laughter filling the air.

"Hey, you two," She greeted you warmly, her smile genuine, "What a surprise to see you both here," Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment as you stammered out a greeting, "Arin, hi. It's been a while."

Arin laughed, clearly amused by your earlier dramatic reaction, "You don't have to be so flustered, silly. I promise I won't bite," Yeosang, ever the composed one, extended a hand with a friendly smile, "It's good to see you, Arin. How have you been?"

Her eyes sparkled with happiness as she shared her news, "I've been great. I'm getting married soon."

Your heart swelled with genuine happiness for her as you offered your congratulations, "That's wonderful, Arin. We're really happy for you," Your husband nodded in agreement, his smile warm and sincere, "Congratulations. We wish you all the happiness in the world."

Arin's laughter echoed through the supermarket once again as she thanked you both for your well wishes.

It was a chance encounter that reminded you of the twists and turns life had taken you through, and the enduring bonds of friendship that remained, even in the face of new beginnings.

As you returned home, your hearts still light from the unexpected encounter with Arin, you were greeted by the familiar warmth of your shared space.

Opening the door, you found Wooyoung, who had been helping you babysit your energetic son, engaged in playful antics with the child, their laughter filling the room.

"Hey lovebirds, how was the supermarket adventure?" Wooyoung greeted you two with a smile, gently setting down your son.

Yeosang and you shared a knowing look, still revelling in the shared moment you had just experienced, "It was... eventful," You replied with a chuckle. Your husband chimed in, "We bumped into someone unexpected."

Wooyoung raised an intrigued eyebrow, "Oh? Do tell."

And so, you recounted the encounter with Arin, reliving the moments with laughter and shared glances. Wooyoung listened with genuine happiness, his eyes sparkling with the memories of your journey together.

"I can't believe how far we've come," Wooyoung mused, a nostalgic smile on his face, "From those crazy days with the Hanahaki, to this. I'm so glad it's all over."

His words echoed your sentiments exactly.

The pain and secrecy of those days felt like a distant memory, replaced by the warmth and love that now filled your lives.

As the evening settled in, you found yourselves in the living room, watching your son playfully interact with Wooyoung. The room was filled with the sounds of their laughter, a symphony of joy that warmed your hearts.

Unable to contain your happiness, Yeosang and you shared a glance, your smiles reflecting the contentment that filled your hearts.

Slowly, he reached for your hand, your fingers intertwining in a silent promise of the love you shared. As your son's giggles filled the air, Yeosang leaned in, meeting your lips in a tender kiss.

In that quiet moment, as your son played happily with your best friend, you knew that your journey had come full circle.

The pain of the past had given way to a future filled with love, laughter, and the unwavering support of the people who had walked this path with you.

And so, you sat together, cherishing the simple yet profound beauty of your shared life, grateful for every step that had led you to this moment of pure happiness.

It was my birthday (9/9), and I'm in a really good mood, so I decided to drop this earlier than initially planned. Hope y'all liked this one! Thank you for reading and as always, I'd love to hear all your thoughts so feel free to leave a reply, an ask or even a message if you want! <3

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[icy-watch]

Arin, you clearly need to talk to your mentor more. Wu has done... a lot of bad things. He's also kept a lot of things from his own students. And it ended coming back from the grave to haunt him. Literally, in one instance.

Plus, like, Lloyd was there when it happened, soooo...

[anonymous-dentist]

Not about the vampire AU, but which characters are canonically dead in Breaking Dawn?? Doing some fanart of BD!Quesadilla City’s dead and I wanted to make sure to get all of them :]

Okay so:

Dan? Super dead, dead as hell. Starved, then decapitated

Luzu? Super dead, but he’s also just been possessed by Arin and thus he’s also just risen from the grave. Drowned

Mariana? Spoilers, but he’s dead too. But he’ll get better

Kameto? Will be dead, but post-canon

Also, there’s one more person I’ll have killed off by the Bear by the final chapter, but that’s spoilers!! ;)

[lampmanliveblogs]

Here’s Hunter, and he’s become a palisman carver, that’s so neat! He’s just handing one over to Braxas, who’s there with his father, the former Warden Wrath… I guess he just goes by Wrath these days? Based on Braxas school uniform, he attends Hexside and he studies healing and beast keeping.

Hunter has a new palisman too! A blue bird. Kinda similar to Flapjack (who I think was a cardinal?), but blue! And blue is like the opposite of red, so it’s like the same, but also different. It’s very cool that Hunter, whose life was changed so much thanks to a palisman now gets to make familiars for other witches.

In this shot we see Dell taking care of a young palistrom tree, and Gwendolyn hanging out with Bat-Queen’s kids.

Oh, and Bat-Queen’s there too, I guess. I was wondering if she might show up.

D’awwww… they’re cute together.

Also, I’ve been spelling Dell wrong this entire time.

Also also, that’s Arin Hanson as Papa Titan. Arin Hanson is perhaps known better online as Egoraptor, of Game Grumps fame. Though the only reason I recognize his name is because I got an ask about it.

OH! Oh! And I completely forgot! The tattoo! Willow has one as well, same as Luz. Right here it’s easier to tell what it is; Flapjack!

They even gave the little rascal his own grave. You did well, little buddy.

Over in Bonesborough, rebuilding has gone well it seems. Here we see the potion maker Morten with cool sunglasses. tHought you have to be careful with those round sunglasses, they have a 15% chance to turn you into a villain.

Boscha’s here too, selling grudgby gear. Looks like the dream of making it big didn’t come to fruition. Keep working on it, I’m sure you’ll get there one day, you upstart triclops bitch.

(tfs reference!)

Mattholomule went into the building business after all, and he also started to grow a real mustache. It looks awful, but I guess that’s common at this early stage. I'll give him some time. All of... how much is left of this episode. O-oh...

Kikimora’s working construction too, attempting to hoist that giant wooden beam all by herself. Not so tough without her abomatron.

They’re working on the library, and did I spy with my little eye…?

[boneandfur]

Choices Flash Fic! DarkFic; Tobias x F!MC

Angels in Hell

@choicesflashfics #36. Uses prompt #2, "You’re allowed to fall apart a little."

A/N: I started writing this before I thought to grab a prompt, and it went to dark places. It was supplied to be a Harper x Ethan, but F!MC started talking... That's it. This fic is dark and I'm not sure why it came out, since it seems like the first chapter rather than a one shot. // Words: 1150 // Pairing: light f!mc x Tobias, acor MC x Antony (implied) // implied age gap relationship.

I always knew I'd end up working for the Outfit, from the time Uncle Tony caught me with a plastic stethoscope in my hands, to the day that Uncle Sam signed my soul over to the combat medical corps.

We need good people... like you, Chiara. You're the brains and Sy is the brawn. There will always be a place for the both of youse in the Outfit.

Is that because of Mama? I asked as I stood in front of Uncle Tony's desk and watched him swallow his grief along with his Campari, gold rings glittering. The shadow of two days beard was heavy on his jaw, and I yearned to reach out, to touch him, but instead crumpled the acceptance letter to Edenbrook in my pocket into a smaller and smaller ball, trying to keep my breathing steady as I watched him, the hero of my girlhood, the master of us all.

He set the glass down on his desk, the sound of it like the funeral bells that had gonged as the hearse pulled away from the cathedral steps in Little Italy, and I felt my throat tighten too. I swallowed my grief with my wine, clinking his glass in a toast. To her, then. I would always live in her shadow, until I could prove my worth.

Uncle Tony's eyes glistened wetly. Arin was a good woman. Bellissima... my tiger. You remind me of her, Princess. That blonde hair, and those eyes... Dio in paradiso, but she was a hurricane. And you are her very image...

Even though he'd married Octavia, I knew Mama had been the love of his life. Uncle Tony would have died for her, and nearly did. That was why I gave him my pledge of loyalty, right there in that room. A pledge for love, the kind that lasts beyond the grave.

And when I returned, I was no longer Chiara Valentine, Arin Valentine's little princess, but Chiara Valentine, combat medic and fast tracked through medical school due to all the strings pulled by Uncle Tony. It wasn't that I couldn't have done it on my own recognizance, but time was a luxury we didn't have after Doc Claudius had gotten his brains blown out by the Family, out in Drakovia. And Sy was in the clink. Again. For stealing cars from some gang in LA, connected to the Yakuza.

The Campari on the desk turned into the Negroni at the bar, and I was staring up into the golden eyes of my boss's and biggest mistake's biggest rival, the one and only Dr Tobias Carrick.

"Valentine." His upper lip curled, and I itched to smack the smugness right off his face, but I'd probably break a nail. After all, I was the Brains. I'd never fought anyone closer than fifty paces in my life, and we'd been in a tank. "Am I really that ugly, little princess, or do you scowl like that at all the plebs?"

If it were up to me, men like him would be six feet under, but I'd promised to hold my peace on mob soil, and the last thing Uncle Tony needed was a war with the Irish. Not that he'd do it for my sake -- it had been Mama who held his heart, and always would. So when I opened my mouth, what came out next surprised me. "I lost ... I lost someone. Today... it's the anniversary of her death."

"Bartender!" Tobias waved down the hipster serving white claw spritzers to the masses. "Get us a bottle of -- what's your poison, princess?"

"Limoncello." I didn't have to hesitate when the bartender slid the bottle down, and poured us two, on the rocks.

He prepared to knock back the entire glass when I caught him on the sleeve, for a moment looking thrown off his game, like he'd never seen a woman before. "Whoa there, Princess."

"Do you know what they say, Dr Carrick? They say that only the dead have seen the end of war. That's Plato. And don't call me princess." That's Antony's name for me.

"You’re allowed to fall apart a little." He touched my cheek gently, and it was only then that I realized I was crying. "Was it... a patient?"

What could I tell him? Of Afghanistan, and the starless desert skies that seemed to reach into the abyss, or of that single moment when my life changed forever? Or of how my life now seemed laid out before me in a single straight line with only a few stops along the way, Chicago to Afghanistan, to Boston and soon, soon, sooner than anyone could ever know, back again.

A pledge for love, the kind that lasts beyond the grave.

"She's been dead a long time." I wiped my cheek angrily with my sleeve, streaks of mascara coming away on it. "My mother. She died, and no one ever figured out what it was that killed her. That's why I'm here, really." I had never admitted the truth out loud before, to anyone.

Antony had come to find me at the barracks. I'd been barely eighteen, and one year in the army already. We'd drunk Limoncello til midnight, Arin Valentine's favorite drink, and we'd held one another and wept. In the morning, he'd left me with blood still drying on the sheets and an ache in my heart that no amount of Limoncello would ever ease.

A pledge for loyalty, until I stepped out of her shadow and proved my worth.

"Do you want to get out of here?" Tobias rubbed a hand over his stubbled jaw and held out a hand. "We can just walk, Chiara. You look like you need some air. I won't talk about old business tonight, and it's not a trick, I... I promise."

I took his hand, Dio in paradiso, heaven and hell. Eyes as gold as the sunless desert sands. "You can talk about it all you want, Tobias." I don't care if we win, after all, a snap of the fingers, a pouch filled with thirty pieces of silver, a handshake in a back room, that grant will end up lining the pockets of Edenbrook instead of Mass Kenmore, whether Tobias Carrick likes it or not.

I'll be going back to the Outfit, my mother's daughter, back to Antony. For I owe so much more to him than blood. Life and loyalty, and a love that never dies.

"Valentine?" Tobias waited by the door, jacket thrown over one shoulder, looking at me with a troubled question in his eyes. If I slid off the stool now, I'd have to make that choice. I'd have to face the truth about what drove me to this place, to Boston, to Edenbrook, and to stare at my own reflection in a glass of Limoncello as I counted the stars like the drops of blood in a vein, all the way down the bloody years.

Blood on my hands, blood on the sheets, washed clean by my tears.

Demoni in paradiso, angeli all'inferno.

Only the dead have seen the end of war.

[kurtisthesnivy]

So about six years ago, I created a homebrew system for a Pokemon Mystery Dungeon tabletop game. It didn't quite pan out, so I migrated to a heavily homebrewed version of DnD 5e (also designed by yours truly.) Until about 4 months ago, I was running two different campaigns as well as a handful of smaller adventures. I can't take full credit, my boyfriend has been a massive help with running games and coming up with homebrew. Over the last half decade, I've kept a record of all of the characters that have played in our games. And as a celebration of finishing such a long journey, here's all 72 characters that have been played in PMDnD. 

Also, I recorded the timelapse of the whole process: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D0b3rYlGvFU

All characters in rough order of being drawn 

Xaio, Oshawott Rogue (old system) 

Byron, Nidoran Mercenary (old system) 

Qyzen, Litten Fighter (old system) 

Tobu, Oricorio Black Mage (old system) 

Argaveus, Scyther Zealot Barbarian/Blood Hunter 

Tovu, Togedemaru Grave Domain Cleric 

Issac, Riolu Gunslinger Fighter 

Lest, Arcanine Pyromancer Sorcerer 

Dolon, Sylveon Life Domain Cleric

Blaze, Charizard College of Swords Bard 

Skye, Zoroark School of Illusion Wizard 

Ludwig, Dartrix Oath of Redemption Paladin 

Noelani, Floatzel Life Domain Cleric 

Roger, Monferno School of War Magic Wizard

Joshua, Hakamo-o Gunslinger Fighter 

James, Toxicroak Arcane Trickster Rogue 

Micheal, Pachirisu Ancestral Guardian Barbarian 

Koishi, Oricorio Dancer Bard 

Clay, Lycanroc Battlemaster Fighter 

Grace, Comfey Totem Master Fighter 

Gabriel, Auroros Hexblade Warlock 

Elena, Floatzel Horizon Walker Ranger 

Allen, Scizor Way of the Kensai Monk

Haku, Zoroark Assassin Rogue 

Alex, Weavile Thief Rogue

Stella, Chesnaught Fortune Teller Astrologian 

Iona, Cinccino College of Valor Bard/Trained PKMN 

Akira, Kekleon Alchemist Artificer 

Shift, Eevee Draconic Bloodline Sorcerer 

Justin, Sceptile Oath of Ancients Paladin 

Arin, Roserade Pact of the Deep Warlock 

Zhang, Smeargle Eldritch Knight Fighter 

Firokhan, Houndoom Way of the Kensai Monk 

Camilla, Gardevoir Divine Soul Sorcerer 

Hyargrum, Alolan Marowack School of Necromancy Wizard 

Lilliana, Audino Spiritmaster White Mage 

Koko, Thwacky Dawnbringer Warlock 

Aiden, Lopunny Path of Wild Magic Barbarian 

Dex, Sableye Echo Knight Fighter 

Jae, Banette Order of Scribes Wizard 

Minet, Cinccino Way of the Kensei Monk 

Ergin, Houndoom Arcane Trickster Rogue 

Audra, Manectric Circle of Wildfire Shaman 

Tristan, Goodra Cavalier Fighter 

Kasi, Frogedier Way of the Dragon Monk 

Mobius, Decidueye Gloomstalker Ranger 

Rook, Krokorok Inquisitive Rogue 

Jack, Decidueye Drakewarden Ranger 

Guinness, Haxorus Path of the Totem Barbarian 

Kadmos, Sceptile Way of the Kensai Monk 

Pluto, Delibird Oath of the Ancients Paladin 

Meryl, Golurk School of Abjuration Wizard 

Penicillin, Meganium Life Domain Cleric

Cleo, Ampharos Celestial Warlock

Quin, Quilava Drakewarden Ranger

Rheda, Hisuian Sneasel School of Illusion Wizard

Rian, Zangoose Path of the Beast Barbarian 

Lucas, Delphox Knowledge Domain Cleric/School of Divination Wizard 

Rubix, Typhlosion Arcane Archer Fighter/Soulfuse 

Henry, Kecleon Storm Sorcerer

Floss, Delibird Spiritmaster White Mage 

Cassandra, Absol Celestial Warlock/Soulfuse 

Calvin, Archeops Oath of the Crown Paladin 

Ballard, Azumaril College of Whispers Bard/Hexblade Warlock 

Adachi, Toxicroak Way of the Open Palm Monk/Barbairan 

Zeish, Lucario Swashbuckler Rogue/Celestial Warlock 

Sol, Charizard Gunslinger Fighter/Artificer 

Thalnor, Charizard Oath of the Ancients Paladin 

Ariana, Nidoqueen College of Swords Bard/Fighter 

Clade, Absol Hexblade Warlock/Soulfuse 

Jace, Luxray Battlesmith Artificer

[master-jarrus]

So finished my rewatch of all of ninjago that is easily available on Netflix (so the original, day of the departed and some of the shorts I could not watch)

Theories about dragons rising and therefore SPOILERS

While the merge would’ve happened no matter what BUT Ras and Beatrix triggered it early

Ras’s master is the overlord

Land of the Lost tells us what’s going on with the Departed Realm. It could’ve shown up on the map but once you’re in you can’t leave it creates a fog

Lloyd could’ve ended up in the land of the lost as a kid

I have decided that Spitz is actually Skales Junior but he got separate from his family during one of the events in Ninjago and they all thought he died and he lost all his memories

Fritz is a formling and judging by his hat he has a bird form. I’m hc that he got lost and stuck in the land of lost things during Zane’s reign and by the time anyone was able to remember him it was too late

Geo, is so obviously is love with Cole but I’m sorry I ship Cole and Vania and I won’t be swayed maybe they can be poly but I feel like a lot of Geo’s affection for Cole may come from him being the Son of Lilly and so he feels like he is the only one who can truly accept him

The Merge had to have messed with people’s memories because Lloyd keeps being treated like this perfect angel and no one wants to mention how much of a menace he was a child and I think Sora and Arin would greatly benefit from learning that (and not just in haha he was a menace and he’s getting payback from them. I really think it will help them in their learning)

Cole is most definitely going to be the one to find Jay

The administration is a nightmare but also far too real but maybe that’s just because I live in the US (cries in victim of capitalism)

The Administrator has to be either PIXAL or Garmadon but a fun twist would be Mindroid or Borg

Misako realistically would be dead by this point the youngest she could be before the Merge was mid 70s (I refuse to believe she and Garmadon got married before she was 20 because I’m so tired of cartoon woman being questionably young. I don’t care if that means she was late 40 early 50s when she had Lloyd it’s possible and actually not uncommon) BUT this is Ninjago so she’s probably alive and researching stuff

Also did anyone notice that the temple grave place Nya and Sora went to had a pillar that matched one in the Monastery and they show it immediately after in almost the same place I am really hopeful that’s important

PIXAL better be living her best life building stuff for fun and profit and they only thing missing is Zane and she just really misses him but otherwise everything is perfect for her and she won’t have to leave that but instead just move it to the monastery or the crossroads

The Geckle chancellor knew it was Zane he just didn’t recognize him at first and was embarrassed about it so he tried to cover it up by saying not even Zane himself could live up to Zane

Blazey H Speed/Racer 7 is Kreel change my mind

The explorers club has branched out significantly and now every major city that will allow them has a club house

The ninja are adults in this and you can’t change my mind

I think Lloyd is late 20s early 30s

I know Wu or the first spinjitzu master is probably who the big source dragon was talking about but I really hope it was the good part of Garmadon I just would really like to see that and it would also be funny if there were multiple versions of Garmadon running around because of Harumis ritual and then like the merge caused him to further split apart. It would be hilarious

[elfboyeros]

Cloudburst

Okay, I’m not gonna take up too much time but let me explain: I had the thought that as Lloyd gets older there is a part of him that wants a normal life, and long story short I made an oc Corlette and I have fallen in love with her.

So here are the story beats: This is during Dragons Rising, Corlette used to be in a cult that used the concepts of nun and sisters, Lloyd and Corlette met when Lloyd ended up on the doorsteps of the cult when he was gravely injured, Corlette join the ninja gang after cult shenanigans, She takes care of the monastery with (or in place of) Mr. Frohicky, Corlette has confused her love to Lloyd yet hasn’t gotten a response, and idk how we got to the plot of this fic we just did, kidnapping/running-away shenanigans. Enjoy!

“ARE YOU TWO OKAY!”

Whoever is above… grandpappy maybe… don’t let these kids change.

Lloyd chuckled, looking at Arin and Sora’s worried expressions from his phone screen, “Yeah, Corlette and I are fine.”

“What the hell did those guys want with Corlette anyway?” Cole asked.

The blonde leader sighed, “Aftermath of the cult, I guess, they only referred to her as sister Corlette or sister Clover.”

“Oh, I thought Clover was your nickname for her,” Kai laughed.

“Shush,” Lloyd huffed.

“Where are you two right now?” Cole asked, after elbowing Kai in the ribs, “It looks gloomy.”

“We found a city in the middle of a forest,” Lloyd began, “It’s obviously not a part of Ninjago a merged realm. It started raining hard once ever since Corlette and I got out of that stupid cave we found the closest building for shelter, which happened to be a hotel.”

“Atta boy!” Kai exclaimed before being smacked upside the head by a hard nindroid hand.

“Do you even have money for a hotel room right now?” Sora asked.

Lloyd shook his head, “No, but our tales of heroism have reached here, we have gotten the room for free…” he looked at the room through the balcony door glass, he was given a very nice and most likely very expensive, deluxe suite, “It’s a little too big for my liking and I mean we are only here to get our clothes dry.”

“I would advise against that Lloyd,” Zane remarked off-screen.

Lloyd sighed, “Zane, I’ve had enough bad news for one day, don’t give me more.”

“Apologize, but—”

“I don’t like that but.”

“There is a storm system heading start for that area,” Zane informed, “It would be best for the two of you to stay put and leave with the storm passes.”

“Send me radar and I’ll make that decision for myself!”

He could hear Zane sigh, “You are going to agree with me, especially since you jumped on that motorcycle of yours,” the nindroid scoffed, “like some kind of manic.”

The weather radar is covered in oranges, reds, and even purples where Lloyd and Corlette are located, “Well, shit,” the green ninja sighed.

“So, you agree with me,” Zane replied smugly, pocking his head in frame.

“Look on the bright side Lloyd you’ll get to spend alone time with your clover~” Kai mocked.

“Stop it,” Lloyd huffed, his cheeks heating up in the view of everyone in the hanger bay.

“Alright, everyone out!” Zane ordered.

“Stay safe, Lloyd,” Arin commented as everyone headed for the elevator.

It’s now only Zane and Lloyd, the ice ninja in full view of the camera, “You sure you can’t come and rescue us?”

“Sadly no.” Zane answered, “that would put us in more danger.”

Lloyd sighed, looking out into the large city in the middle of the forest, from the covered balcony, watching the gray clouds get even grayer as the rain continued to pour down, “I don’t want to be alone with her right now,” Lloyd confessed, “I feel horrible.”

Zane hummed. Lloyd had confided in Zane more than once about Corlette ever since she confessed, she had feelings for him.

“I mean what are we going to talk about, we’ve already had the gut-punching conversation now it’s going to be awkward,” Lloyd groaned.

“Maybe it will be good if you two are truly alone. You two will be able to properly talk. Maybe work out your feelings with her.”

Lloyd huffed, “I hope you are right. Because if you aren’t this is only going to get worse.”

“I’ll keep an eye on the weather, and keep you updated,” Zane remarked.

“Thanks, Zane,” Lloyd replied, “See ya whenever we get out of this place.”

“See you soon.”

Their call is then disconnected, and Lloyd went back inside the shower tap is no longer running unlike before when he went out on the balcony. Corlette exited the bathroom, in a dark-colored robe and her hair wrapped in a towel.

“That bathroom is the nicest bathroom I’ve ever been in,” she commented.

“I can only imagine,” Lloyd retorted watching her take her hair down from the towel wrap, her willow and dem spring hair falling her hair back and hitting her shoulders.

“Thank you for saving me… once again.”

“You say that as if I wouldn’t.”

Corlette laughed, “That’s not what I might.”

“So, what did you mean?” Lloyd asked.

She stood there her head tilted to the side with a hand full of her drying with the towel, “You came to save me.”

“I heard no difference.”

“Of course, you didn’t,” Corlette giggled, “I put some towels in the towel warmer for you, for whatever you want to do, my clothes are in the dryer, so just toss your stuff in there and hit start."

“Uh, it wouldn’t hurt to wash our clothes maybe, we’ll be here the whole night most likely,” Lloyd explained, walking toward the bathroom.

“Well, that sucks.” Corlette sighed, “At least the room is nice.”

Lloyd hummed as he entered the bathroom, getting ready to jump in the shower, ready to overthink his feelings for Corlette and every interaction they’d ever had.

“Lloyd, I love you!”

It is not that he doesn’t love her. There is a part of me that has fallen in love with her in the time that they’ve known each other, the past 6 months. Yet he couldn’t answer her,

“I don’t need a response.”

That just made it even worse, he knew he looked stupid, and he didn’t even seem himself. That night, in the training yard, staring at Corlette his red and green heterochromatic eyes big and wide looking at her shocked, because she said something that he never thought he would ever hear, and then said she didn’t need a fucking response.

It’s rough for a man who doesn’t believe he can be loved by someone so caring and thoughtful.

Damn, shits rough when your heart has been destroyed by an evil princess.

Once he’s done brooding in the shower, he wrapped himself in the same dark-colored robe Corlette that the hotel provided and started the dyer. Exiting the bathroom find Corlette lying on the L-shaped couch left of the balcony door.

Look down at her as she lay on the couch with her eyes closed as she was meditating, “You okay, clover?” He asked, knowing she wasn’t asleep by her crossing and uncrossing her ankles.

“Yeah, only have a bunch of burses and broken nails,” she answered, after opening her beautiful latte-colored eyes and holding up her right hand showing off the broken nail on her ring finger, “your hair looks nice like that.”

“What? Wet,” he scoffed as she got up and off the couch.

Corlette giggled, looking over at the large bed in the suite, “So, I guess we are sharing a bed.”

“Huh?”

“One bed,” she remarked pointing to the bed whilst looking back at him, “but it’s large enough for us not to touch.”

Lloyd’s cheeks became flushed at her comment. But in truth, he would love nothing more than to lay with her and hold her.

“Unless you want to touch then, I can kick you in the middle of the night,” she joked making Lloyd chuckle slightly.

Corlette moved her way over to that large bed and laid down before sighing loudly, “Thankfully, we are here for free,” she mentioned, “I can’t imagine what this room would cost, especially with a bed like this.”

“A bed can’t be that comfortable,” Lloyd observed her seemingly sink into the bed mattress and pillowy cloud-like bedding.

“Come here then, savior,” Corlette replied, “You’ll be eating your words.”

Lloyd sighed. making his way over, he’s going to get himself in trouble with this whole bed-sharing situation.

“Holy shit, this bed is nice.”

Corlette giggled.

“I’m sorry,” Lloyd sighed after a few minutes of lying there in silence.

“For what?”

“Letting you get kidnapped.”

Corlette scoffed, “You did not let me get kidnapped.”

“If you weren’t with us—”

“AH-NO!” She exclaimed sitting put then looking at Lloyd, a finger in his face, “You and your little ninja family are not the reason a broken faction of a sacrificing cult kidnapped me! Remember, I was a part of the cult; you helped me out of it! AND YOU!” She poked him in the chest, “Jumped on a motorcycle to save me from being sacrificed, again. You are not a fault!”

Lloyd sighed with a slight smile on his face, at her praise, “If anything I am the one a fault, I was roaming around the crossroads without a care if I was noticed or recognized,” she added.

“Hey now! You were running our errands,” Lloyd retorted, “How about we both say we are to blame and make it even.”

Corlette giggled before grabbing a large strand of her lengthy hair, “Maybe I need to change my hair color or haircut, It’s very distinct.”

“No,” Lloyd sighed, twirling a strand of her hair before his sigh turned into a bit of a whine, “No, don’t do that, hair is perfect.”

“I shouldn’t have mentioned changing my hair color with the man who loves the color green.”

Lloyd continued to play with her hair as she sat next to him, “What would you even color your hair anyway?”

“I don’t know,” She muttered, “Brown?”

“Mhm.” Lloyd hummed, attempting to picture her with Brown hair, “I think you are more than gorgeous with your hair the way it is now. But if you had to you’d still be just as gorgeous if your hair was brown.”

Lay his life in front of the First Spinjitzu Master, his own grandfather, he’s in love with this woman!

“You are being quiet the flirt,” Corlette remarked as fingers left the tips of her hair.

“I can’t help it,” Lloyd admitted, “You’re gorgeous.”

“I bet you tell that to everyone you save,” she added, jokingly.

It made him think for a second, made him think of Harumi. Did he ever call her gorgeous? He did think at one point that the Jade Princess was beautiful, but he could never recall ever telling Harumi that she was beautiful.

“No, you are the only one,” Lloyd replied softly, “…Gorgeous.”

“You are getting into dangerous waters, Savior,” Corlette commented.

“I would say we are already in dangerous waters,” Lloyd retorted, his hand resting on the side of her forearm, “Ya’ know, since of the rain.”

After the mention of the rain, a loud clap of thunder made Corlette jump, as the few lights that were on in the room flickered, “That was loud,” she whimpered.

“Weather’s getting worse,” Lloyd muttered, his thumb stroking her forearm.

“How bad is it supposed to get?”

Lloyd reached for his phone allowing her to see the weather radar Zane sent him, “Oh no,” she muttered, “Lloyd this is terrible.”

“I know, that’s why we can’t go home,” he mentioned, as she handed him back his phone.

“I hope my phone can be fixed,” She commented,

“It may be something below Zane’s pay grade, but it can be fixed.”

Corlette sighed laying on her stomach elbows digging into the mattress as her first rest on her chest whilst continuing a soft conversation full of meaningless small talk with Lloyd, as the weather continued to roar on outside as the night grew later and the skies grew darker.

Once the power went out because of the bad weather, the two of them only got closer under the cloud-like sheets on the big hotel bed, and it wasn’t even on purpose.

In the darkness of the hotel room, the light coming from Lloyd’s glowing eyes, Corlette giggled brushing strands of his hair out of his face, as he basically laid under her. “What’s funny?” he asked.

“Your eyes,” Corlette answered, “I never realized how bright they glowed until now.”

As Lloyd continued to stare at her and think about her. Not only because she was there and they were talking to one another, he was barely paying attention to what they were talking about anymore, but thinking about how close they were, how soft she was being and speaking, how she touched him.

“Corlette…” Lloyd sighed, tucking her hair behind her ear, “You know, don’t you?”

“Know what?” She asked, enjoying his hand creasing her cheek.

“Corlette,” he groaned, “You can’t be serious.”

“I have no idea what you are talking about,” she replied with a wicked smirk on her face.

Lloyd huffed painfully aware of how close they both were, “Would you like me to say it again?” she asked.

“Please!”

Their foreheads rested comfortably against each other, “I love you, Lloyd.”

Those words made him feel like he was floating, and her closeness made him want her to be even closer. They stay their foreheads resting against for a good minute, eyes closed, basking in the comfort.

“You don’t nee-efm!”

He didn’t want to hear her say she didn’t need a response, not he couldn’t hear it again. Kissing her softly, and pulling her as close as she could be, Lloyd could run a marathon in this horrible ass weather at the rate he’s going.

“Fuck, I love you,” Lloyd exhaled, breathing against her lips.

Corlette smiled, “Thank you,” she cooed tracing the scar under his left eye.

“I’m sorry it took me so long to say it,” he breathed, kissing her knuckles on her left hand as she continued to trace the imperfection on his face.

“I only confessed to you maybe a couple of months ago, that doesn’t matter,” Corlette retorted.

“It’s hard,” the blond man lamented, “When you told me you loved me, I wanted to tell you that I adored you just the same, yet I couldn’t.”

“Lloyd, It’s alright,” the greenette breathed, “Your actions speak louder than your words.”

“I saved you!” Lloyd huffed smacking his forehead, making Corlette nod, “I saved you!”

“You got now, lover?”

“I’m an idiot,” he groaned.

“No, you’re not,” she laughed.

“I love you,” Lloyd yearned, rubbing up and down her arm.

“I love you too,” Corlette longed kissing him softly.

“You called me lover, is that something that going that’s going to stick like “savior”?”

“If you want it too.”

Lloyd held her close as they slept after kissing her a little more of course, groaning at the sound of his phone ringing only a few hours after they both fell asleep, “What,” he grumbled, answering the call.

“Good morning, Lloyd,” Zane replied.

“Zane, if you have called me this early just tell me that there is more shit weather—”

“I was calling to inform you that the weather has cleared up and it should be safe for you and Corlette to begin traveling by 10 which happens to be the check-out time for the hotel the two of you are staying in.”

Right, he and Corlette have to leave and go back to the monastery, no longer alone together, “Thanks Zane, I’ll call you when we are on the road.”

“You’re welcome,” Zane replied, before hanging up.

Corlette groaned into Lloyd's chest, “Who was that?’ she asked.

“Zane, we can leave soon,” Lloyd answered.

She went to get up and gathered what little things they had so they could leave yet she was pulled back into Lloyd’s chest, “I said soon, not now,” he complained.

“I understand that but—” Her attempt to protest is silenced by his lips.

“I should have gotten myself kidnapped a month ago if it would end like this,” Corlette joked against his lips before kissing him again.

“No, I should have told you I love you from the start,” Lloyd retorted, “More maybe we should have just been caught in the rain.”

Corlette giggled playing with his hair, “It’s going to be hard to get peace like this when we get back.”

“We could always come back here if we are able,” Lloyd remarked.

“I like that idea, just not when it’s a horrible downpour.”

“Agreed.”

[swanno-arts]

bweirdOCtober || DAY 8 + 9: PAST + FUTURE

Memento Mortem - Memento Mori Remember Death - Remember You Must Die

[suzydoozy]

Way to make arin uncomfortable, you should have just respun

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[hero2222]

Watching and Dreaming thoughts.

Well, gang... here we are, at our final episode. It's been a long adventure, but we have arrived at the end.

I love how Luz figured out it was all a dream. A singular line that Amity and her shared was so important to her that it was the immediate indicator.

After we see Eda and King's dreams, we finally see them together after so long:

And yes, I had a huge grin on my face. It was so great to see all of them interact and bond, especially considering what comes later...but before that

Eda and Raine reunion! And she gives him a ton of (well deserves) kisses. Even though we sadly don't get much more than this, I still highly appreciate it!

The collector eventually talks with the gang and I honestly really like their POV on death, and it makes a ton of sense considering he not only "broke" other people and put them back together, but they also watched Belos do the same thing to the previous Golden Guards.

This leads to them trying to explain to the collector their stories and such, eventually going into things such as Amity's redemption, which while nice...it led to this frame:

Okay, but seriously, I admire how they kinda laughed at the suddenly redeemed villain trope and not only poked fun at it but made a lesson with it that changed the plot. Luz sacrificed herself and told him he did nothing wrong.

Oh yeah...

Luz died!

Yes, it was temporary but it still gave me this line:

Which tears me up and also:

HER MOTHER KNEW! Which made the moment even worse:

But then we not only get the "best of both things" papa titan (Voice by Arin hanson!) , but:

Titan luz!

Everything from her powers to her design was incredible, including her final move, which is the best callback ever:

Now eat this, sucka!

Okay, and now for the timeskip:

For one:

Huntlow, baby!

We may not get much, but they are so adorable! Even when coming across Flapjack's grave. I was honestly a little worried they were going to revive him, but no, he lives inside Hunter now, And Waffles (the confirmed name of his new Palisman) keeps on his memory.

And now with Luz:

She not only gets to go back and forth between realms, but she also gets to study there, not only in her university but also with King's new Glyphs!

And after all the fun we have, we get to see their amazing adult designs, some hints of Alador and Darius shipping, and a huge celebration for Luz. It's honestly the perfect finale that I could only have dreamed of, I may not be mentioning a lot due to both me forgetting and Tumblr's image limit but I'll be sure to do my best to make another post later, but for now: I would love to thank the owl house and it's crew for everything they brought to this, it not only helped me grow more comfortable with who I am, but give me a ton of hope for the future.

Who knows what cartoon I'm gonna be rambling about next, but until then, I hope you guys stick around and be sure to talk with me about thoughts of your own...and finally:

BYE!!!

[the-antiapocalyptic-man]

Haven't done a sketch page update in a while, so here's the rest of Earth-3's Legion of Justice: Savanna, Power Tower/Enormita, Venus-in-Flowers, The Red Hood (her Capuchin, Jester) , Star Sapphire Arin Sur, and of course the Amazing Sinestro

(lore under the cut)

Among the doomed heroes of Universe 3--the Justice Underground, the Central-Keystone Renegade Police Force, the Gotham Resistance, the Crimson Knights of the Deep Kosmos--the Legion of Justice has been the one able to go toe to toe with the Crime Syndicate of Amerika.

Founded by Captain Luthor, Dr. Arlene Quinzel took leadership when Alexander was lost to the Curse of Mazahs. Blocked from to getting into medical school due to her family's past political affiliations, Arlene found herself managing the low-rent nightclub where she met Jackie Dent, going on to follow him into the Gotham Resistance when he was forcibly transformed into the Jokester. It was there she met Isla, the Venus-in-Flowers, an Avater of the Green struggling to protect her Parliament of Flowers from invasion and corruption by the corrupt Swamp King, Alec Arcane.

Savanna and Enormita emerged as survivors of Contessa Cale's Heroics Inc, seeking both justice and revenge against the Superwomen of Demon Island and their Heggra cult. Once a wealthy philanthropist and a brilliant geneticist, respectively, Pris and Dorothea have now committed their lives from the Anti-Life Religion espoused by the Demon Amazons.

Star Sapphire and Sinestro came from the stars, rebels against the Overlords of Oa and their Emerald Knight enforcers. Once members of the Last Guardians, their leader Atros--Crimson King of Fifth Conversion--teleported them across the universe to save their lives...not from the Emerald Knights, but something far, far worse, an All-Annihilating White Light. Stranded in what seemed unfamiliar territory, they discovered Atros had sent them to a place they knew all too well: The Grave World of Sir Abin Sur. Finding his successors lording over this planet like a personal fiefdom, far from even the Overlords' control, it became their mission to conquer fear and return the healing light of love to their adopted world.

[fiberturkey89]

Headcanons for the Oni and the First Realms peoples. (I'll take suggestions on what to call the latter, First Realmer sounds kind stupid.)

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The Oni living in The Crossroads are the remnants of the original stronghold seen in the First Realm. Well, more the group that turned against their war-mongering brethren and left after swearing allegiance to Firstbourne and the FSM.

They prefer living in the Ruins of Ninjago City as opposed to the hustle and bustle of the populated portions of The Crossroads- they aren't entirely comfortable with living with other peoples yet(it's a slow reacclimation process for the grandparents or those that managed to survive the war.. the memories of the Dragons torching First Realm people villages who had family, friends and more is an all too real nightmare for many).

They are lead by the last living Warlords, those being the Warlords of Vengeance and Hatred: Callo and Neme, whom have been alive since the Oni and Dragon war who wish to reintegrate into a fuller place so that their people can cleanse the reputation they have earned across the realms.

Despite The Crossroads' tightly knit community, there are some who suffered greatly at the war hungry factions actions. Serpentine and Chiman animals are specially wary alongside Ninjagan's save for those brave enough to approach. (Sora and Arin have met the last living Warlords, and they don't even know they're THE Warlords!)

By present day Dragons Rising, Oni do attend the Crossroads Carnival- and on ocassion qhen they feel confident, even set up their own booths, events and foods that they make for everyone else.

First Realms people are generally the go-to for repairs of many kinds in the Crossroads due to how versatile the various groups that live there are. People who can't afford the more expensive services other races provide usually go to them for anything that needs good but affordable repairs.

They usually specialize in weapon/tool equipment repair, though most of them are very good at terrestrial or aerial vechicles, cars, mechs and planes are usually their go-to. Some do have knowledge of boats, though!

There's a saying for Vengestone in The Crossroads that's shared amongst many blacksmiths and crafters: "Very few know how to properly use Vengestone, even fewer know how to forge it."

This is because the only ones who know how to utilize it properly are the First Realm peoples and the Oni. The reason both understand this is because you'd often find humans and Oni living together in settlements before and during the war. So they have generational ties that stem all the way back there.

Between the Dragons, First Realm peoples, and the Oni.. it's.. a delicate situation for the three known inhabitants of the beginning realm at The Crossroads as they're all in proximity to each other. Some are okay with the Oni, others fear them and the Dragons.. but maybe with time, the generational wounds will be healed.

First Realm peoples are the only ones who will sell Vengestone equipment, however, and even then, it is singlehandedly the most expensive type to buy. Both races who know how to forge it guard the secret closely and refuse to tell anyone. It is an oath that will be taken to the grave.

Vengestone equipment is often made in the moment. The only stocks they have are the one they keep. They never have any extra except for personal weapons that are held dearly close.

In a world where animals and dangers are born from the essences of Creation and Destrucion, one can never be too careful.

Faith's clan is well well renowned in for its use of chain-rifles after Iron Baron's death, instead of only using it to restrain prey animals they are hunting, they now use them akin to grappling hooks that can cling on to any surface/ pull objects closer to them. (Arin's grapple is one Faith had given to him, forged from Firstbourne's Elemental Power.)

As for events at The Crossroads, you'll find some engaging in shows of strength during The Crossroads Carnival's with Munce and obstacle races either they create or partake when made by somebody else.

Faith never likes admitting it, even to Jet Jack. But she secretly enjoys the obstacle courses that are set up for events- she considers it a way of keeping her senses sharp and in touch.

(Joanne's the only one who really knows why Faith disappears halfway through the Crossroads Carnival- its because she's partaking in foot races).

In fact, Cass(Chewtoy) is an avid announcer for one of the Slitherpits that are thrown around on occasion. Joanne(Jet Jack) adores the flying competitions whether it be watching or joining.

Oh, and also- the Dragon Hunters have actual names!

Jet Jack: Joanne

Chewtoy: Cass

Daddy-No-Legs: Daniel( He prefers Dan)

Muzzle: Marcus

Arkade doesn't like his non-hunter name.