#bella's 100 followers event

[bella-feed]

100+ Followers: Celebration Event

Hello everyone! This is a collaboration event I am hosting with @sanaxo-o, @dokyumms celebrate my 100+ followers achievement on this blog!

Writers who write for THE BOYZ, SEVENTEEN and ENHYPEN are all encouraged to participate in this event.

People who are interested sign up here and fill out the form with the needed information and details. The form would be open till 18th march.

General Guidelines

-‘๑’- Writers below the age of 18 are NOT supposed to interact with smut nor write them.

-‘๑’- Please refrain from writing smut genres like members x member, male reader, insest, scat play, non-con, rape, and stuff like that.

-‘๑’- Deadline for the submission of the fics is 30th June.

-‘๑’- If extension needed, contact with the admins {Sana and I}.

-‘๑’- People who would like to be added in the taglist for this event, kindly either comment under the post or inform @sanaxo-o or @dokyumms or me.

-‘๑’- All the fics would later be complied in a masterlist together

-‘๑’- Plagiarism will not be tolerated.

-‘๑’- If writing smut, please give proper warnings before the fic.

-‘๑’- The fic should have some kind of connection with the album/song/era/comeback you chose.

[littlemissmentallyunstable]

why’d you only call me when you’re high

🤍 100 follower event 🤍

hey I’m bella!! if you’re new my intro post is here

I genuinely cannot believe I’m at 100 followers, it’s literally mental!! like sorry, how on earth did that happen?? anyways I want to thank each and every one of you for following me, for all the support and comments and likes, just basically for everything. so many people have just been so so sweet, making my days for a while now!! I didn’t even expect to have 10 followers when I started this blog, let alone 100 so THANK YOU 🤍🤍

if you have requested a fic, it will probably be put on hold or take longer due to this event!! sorry for the inconvenience but I will get around to writing them all I promise

followers:

potion approaching // oh, but if we're gonna escape though, we really ought to think it through

I’ll write a short one-shot of your request (nothing weird and be specific please)

teddy picker // let’s have a game on the teddy picker, not quick enough can I have it quicker, already thick and you're getting thicker

I’ll give you an arctic monkeys song based on your blog

do I wanna know? // do I wanna know, if this feeling flows both ways

ask me something and I’ll answer (nothing too invasive please)

I bet that you look good on the dance floor // I don't know if you're looking for romance or, I don't know what you're looking for

I’ll give you a fantasy-like ballgown based on your blog

fake tales of san francisco // yeah, but his bird said it's amazing though, so all that's left, is the proof that love's not only blind, but deaf

I will try, notice how I said try and give you a good book recommendation based on things you love (please be specific with genre or mention a title that you want to find something like)

fluorescent adolescent // like her gentleman not to be gentle, is it a Mecca dauber or a betting pencil

I’ll ship you with a fictional character I think you’re most compatible with (please tell me your type, personality, sexuality and any other facts you want me to know, if you’re comfortable with that)

pretty visitors // all the pretty visitors came and waved their arms, and cast the shadow of a snake pit on the wall

I’ll write down the first word that comes to mind when looking at your blog aesthetic

do me a favour // and do me a favor, and ask, if you need some help she said, do me a favor, and stop flattering yourself

I’ll give you a sweet treat based on your blog

moots only:

this house is a circus // this house is a circus berserk as f*ck, we tend to see that as a perk

a moodboard and headcannons of what we’d do if we met up in real life

knee socks // well, you cured my January blues, yeah you made it all alright, I've got a feelin' I might have lit the very fuse, that you were tryin' not to light

I’ll tell you my favourite thing about you

old yellow bricks // she said, "I want to sleep in the city that never wakes up and revel in nostalgia"

I will write a one shot for you about whatever you want and specify with your name (if you want that)

D is for dangerous // you should know you're his favourite worst nightmare

I’ll tell you anything you want to know about me

R U mine? // I go crazy 'cause here isn't where I wanna be, and satisfaction feels like a distant memory, and I can't help myself, all I wanna ever say is, "are you mine?"

a paragraph describing you how much I love you

rules:

one request or ask per day

only followers and moots please

I might not be able to get loads and loads done in one day so please be patient with me

ends on 3rd of september

if you send an ask/request that is rude or weird or I feel uncomfortable with, it will be ignored

tagging:

@wish-i-were-heather

@heartwithsimplenotes

@never-enough-novels

@tornqdowarnings

@maybxlle

@inmyheaddd

@arias-archive

@nqds

@lxvebelle

@whatsamongus

@emelia07

@jkriordanverse

I know I don’t know some of my moots that well but hopefully I can’t get to know you more through this 🤭🤭

[kissbyoon]

⠀𖼥ৎ⠀“april shower” ₍ y.jh ₎

───── ABOUT the heavy rain doesn't seem to stop anytime soon, so why not just make a run for it?

⋆ 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: fluff, est. rs, humour ⋆ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: bf!jeonghan x f!reader ⋆ 𝒄𝒘: skinship, kissing (lmk if more) ⋆ 𝒘𝒄: 0.7k

A/N: part of @bella-feed's 100+ followers event!! <3 so glad to be a part of it, tysm bella! This was pretty rushed, since I've been busy with alot of things at once, but I did my best! I could've written a full fic if it weren't for my schedule :( | @sanaxo-o @dokyumms

You watch as Jeonghan shivers in the cold, his t-shirt—that looked so good on him just a moment ago—now drenched in rainwater.

“I told you we should’ve brought an umbrella,” you sigh, rubbing his shoulder to provide some sort of comfort even though you were almost completely wet by the rain too.

“I thought it wouldn't rain,” he mumbled in a pouty voice, putting a hand over yours. “They said the same thing yesterday but there wasn't a single drop of water from the sky.”

“Okay, now, that isn’t the problem, hannie.” You say, moving your hand away gently to pinch the drenched t-shirt he wore. “You’ll get cold if you stay like this.”

“Well,” the corners of his lips curled into a sly smile, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “It's already drenched, so making a run for it wouldn't hurt.”

Clicking your tongue, you hit his head gently with a faint smile. “Are you sick in the head?”

“Maybe, but it's either this or we are stuck here in this rusty bus stand for the entire day.” He sighs dramatically.

His words did make sense. The bus stand you both were stuck in due to the sudden heavy rainfall wasn't the best, but it did protect you two in some way. If only Jeonghan had listened to the weather forecast and brought an umbrella, you wouldn't have to suffer standing here now. The worst thing was the fact that your shared apartment was just a few blocks away, but it wasn't possible to reach there without splashing rainwater all over your lower body and drenching yourself in the rain.

But your boyfriend's suggestion didn't sound so bad either.

Biting your lower lip and folding your arms, you squint your eyes at him, considering his words.

You sigh, unfolding your arms. “That’s a good idea bu—”

“That's it!” Jeonghan chirps, already grabbing your hand.

And before you could realise, you two are running in the rain, water splashing everywhere. The raindrops fell on you almost harshly, but the excited grin playing on his lips made up for it. You laugh along with him, gripping on his hand tighter.

“Slow down! We’ll fall down!” You had to shout as the loud noise of the rain and splashing was deafening.

“C’mon, we're almost there!”

After what felt like two more minutes of giggling and running in the rain, you two finally reached the front porch of the apartment, coming to a halt.

Both of you were still laughing while panting to catch up with your breath.

“Do I look handsome like this?” Jeonghan asks, smiling slyly while flexing his plain white shirt that was drenched in the rain.

You look at him as if he was insane, but couldn't fight the smile. “Can I say no?” You joke, causing him to pout.

“You can't,” he says, then leans forward, puckering his lips. “But you can kiss me as a reward for being so smart.”

That made you laugh, and you reached up to cup his cheeks. “That wasn't so smart, but I'll do it since you're so desperate.”

He didn't bother to argue back, but leaned into your touch and waited for you to kiss him. But as you press your lips against his, his arms immediately wrap around your waist, pulling you in for more than just a peck.

You smiled into the kiss, but decided to kiss him back anyway.

A few seconds later, he slowly pulled back and grinned.

“This is so romantic, we should run back there and run back here again.” He says, but bursts into laughter when you hit him in the shoulder.

“You're crazy, Yoon Jeonghan.”

“You loveee me~”

“You're unbelievable.” You chuckle, pecking his lips.

KISSBYOON 2025. © all rights reserved. @maestro-net @kstrucknet

[bambieyedoll]

oh my goodness pretty please do more with bella x actress reader 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 mabye reader is in horror movies & stuff but they have like a cutie bubbly personality outside of it that would b so cute 💔💔

hiii ! i absolutely LOVE this idea, i had so much fun writing it, so adorable. here it is, i hope you like it, mwah. x🐰

you’re known for playing the scariest, most unhinged characters in horror movies—serial killers, possessed girls, final girls who go absolutely feral in the third act.

fans joke that you must be terrifying in real life.

but then you show up to press tours in fluffy sweaters, giggling at every little thing, complimenting everyone on set, and bringing sweet snacks to interviews.

bella thought you were going to be intense when they first met you on a project together, but the second you introduced yourself with a bright smile, they immediately realized you were nothing like your roles.

you had the brightest smile, a little bounce in your step, and an energy that made bella’s brain short-circuit for a second.

“hi! oh my god, i’m so excited to meet you— i loved you in catherine called birdy! you were amazing!”

bella just blinked at you, still processing the fact that you were… cute?

“…thanks? you—uh— you’re literally the scariest person i’ve ever seen on screen.”

“oh? thanks!” you giggled, as if being being called scary was the biggest compliment.

the contrast kills them.

you’ll be covered in fake blood on set, staring down the camera with dead, haunted eyes… and then the moment the director yells cut, you light up like the sun.

“bells! did you see that? i finally nailed the knife throw scene!”

“yeah, i saw! you looked terrifying.”

“aw, thank you!”

you always ask them if they’re okay after filming violent scenes together.

even if it’s fake, you hate the thought of actually scaring them.

bella thinks it’s adorable.

“i didn’t actually hurt you, right?”

“no, love, you’re fine.”

“promise?”

“promise.”

fans lose their minds over the contrast in your personalities.

there are a million edits of you being absolutely terrifying in a movie, followed by a clip of you smiling like a golden retriever at an interview.

bella is so endeared by how sweet you are.

you always hype them up at events, shower them with compliments, and send them voice notes filled with cheerful rambling about your day.

bella’s favorite thing in the world is watching you during press tour and interviews being the most excited and bubbly person in the world.

fans always comment on how bella stares at you with this tiny, amused smile while you talk at 100 miles per hour.

it’s only natural how you make every interview feel like you’re just there casually chatting with an old friend.

the interviewers loved it, fans loved it and bella absolutely loved you.

interviewer: “you played such a terrifying villain in this one! how do you get into that mindset?”

you: “oh gosh, great question! i actually made a whole playlist to get into the mood, lots of eerie violin music and creepy sound effects—OH, and i practiced my creepy smile in the mirror for weeks!”

bella, watching from the side, completely smitten: yeah, that’s my girl.

fans love your dynamic.

bella’s more reserved, a little awkward in interviews, while you’re this sunshine of a person who says the most unhinged yet adorable things.

fan edit caption: “how are they even dating. this is a golden retriever and a black cat.”

bella is so protective of you even though you are the one who plays terrifying killers and vengeful ghosts.

if someone says anything remotely rude about you in interviews or online, bella is immediately defensive.

“babe, i can handle it. i literally killed a man with a spoon in blood moon.” you joke trying to light up the mood.

“yeah, well, i’ll do worse if they talk about you like that again.”

they love watching horror movies with you because while they expect you to be unfazed, you actually hide under the blankets and scream at jump scares.

“you literally star in horror movies, how are you scared?”

“acting is different, bella! i know what’s gonna happen in those!”

sometimes, when you’re alone, they catch you practicing creepy horror monologues in the mirror.

it’s both terrifying and weirdly attractive.

“you should not be able to switch from sunshine to serial killer that fast.”

“hehe, thanks! …wanna hear my demon voice?”

“absolutely not.”

the biggest hazard of dating you? you accidentally scare them all the time.

“bella! i got us coffee!”

“HOLY—”

“ohh, sorry! didn’t mean to sneak up on you! but look, i got your favorite!”

they secretly love it, though.

if you have to film some really intense horror scenes, bella always checks in on you afterward.

even if you say you’re fine, they know when you need a little extra love.

“c’mere,” they’ll mumble, pulling you into a warm hug, letting you tuck your head into their shoulder.

“i promise i’m okay,” you whisper.

“i know,” they say, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, “but let me hold you a little longer anyway.”

they’ll bring you snacks, rub your back, and let you ramble about the scene until you feel better.

they’re always so soft with you, even when you pretend you’re totally fine.

after filming intense horror scenes, you have a little tradition where bella helps you “cleanse the bad vibes.”

that usually means cuddling on the couch, watching the most lighthearted movies possible—disney, studio ghibli, even kids’ cartoons.

bella always runs their fingers through your hair, grounding you.

“you back to my cute little girlfriend yet? or do i need to exorcise you?”

“hmmm… maybe i’m still a little possessed. you might need to kiss the demon out of me.”

“…you’re such a menace.” but they kiss you anyway.

if you’re ever feeling insecure or worried about how people see you, bella is the first to hype you up.

“babe, you’re literally one of the most talented people i know.”

“but what if people only see me as creepy and not, like, actually… likable?”

“have you seen yourself? you’re adorable. you could kill someone in a movie and i’d still wanna kiss you after.”

seaking of kisses, bella loves seeing you all dolled up for red carpets.

especially when you wear something delicate and angelic, proving to everyone that you’re just as soft as you are scary.

“i love this dress on you.”

“you do?”

“mhm. it’s giving ��sweetest person in the world who could also kill you if they wanted to.’”

you giggle. “you always know just what to say.”

fans think bella is the scary one in the relationship.

it’s hilarious.

your whole brand is horror, but you’re an absolute ray of sunshine, while bella has the whole quiet, intense stare thing going on.

like you would post a pic of you hugging bella from behind, grinning brightly while they look vaguely intimidating and fans would comment stuff like:

fan: “wait- how did bella become the scary one in the relationship? lmao.”

bella, in the comments: “i ask myself this every day.”

despite the teasing, bella loves how sweet you are. you’re literally such a good, lovely person.

after long days of filming, there’s nothing better than you wrapping your arms around them, whispering about how proud you are.

“you were amazing today, love. i’m so lucky i get to watch you do what you love.”

and bella thinks— they’re the lucky one.

no matter how many terrifying roles you play, to them, you’re just their sweet, soft girlfriend who happens to be insanely talented at pretending to be scary.

[chuunai]

Henlo I have something to add to the 100 followers event if that’s cool

Dazai with scenario 2 and prompt 16. Idk how these things traditionally go but…. Your stuff seems good so far and I’m excited to see what you do with this

Thank you thank you, Anon. Also sorry for how long this took everyone I swear I’m combing through the requests 3_3

✧˚ · . dad first, detective second - dazai osamu

who would’ve imagined the demon prodigy having a hellion of his own?

summary ⋆ ★ comfort, fluff, established relationship (marriage with reader), SFW → baby baby baby, Dazai really likes your boobs, etc.

It’s a perfect night, really.

Your warm body resting against his, limbs lazily tossed over each other as you snuggled and acted like lovesick fools. Moonlight poured in from the cracks of the curtains, casting small slivers on your face. Dazai couldn’t help but think of an angel when it came to you. A heavenly being that granted him a new life and forgave him for his past.

Nudging at your cheek with his nose, his voice came out in a sleepy tone.

“You should sleep, [name].”

His hand reached up to cup your face, playfully using his thumbs to gently close your eyelids like one would do with a body. He’d seen many people in the Mafia do that—try and make the deaths they caused seem more peaceful rather than a brutal end. Dazai himself never did that. No need in beautifying a simple concept of its finality and simplicity.

“Can’t. I know she’s about to wake up. It’s nearly eleven, and we put her to sleep at seven. I can tell.”

You shook your head stubbornly, looking at the baby monitor nearby where static noise and the occasional mix of a tiny snore and coo came from.

His little hellion.

Really, he had no clue how he got so lucky. First with the fact that he impregnated you and you carried his baby. Second with the fact that he had his own family now. And third with the fact she looked so much like him. Thick brown curls of hair on her head, big curious eyes that looked at him so adoringly. The tiny freckles and birthmarks scattered across her skin. She had some of your features, yes, but they were more subtle than his features.

Coupled with the fact that she was a bundle of energy and sass like him.

“I insist, pretty. Shinju needs her daddy too.”

He knew how much she made you tired with her habit for refusing to nap for more than an hour or two coupled with breastfeeding and the general responsibility and time that being a mom took. Dazai wanted to spend time with his daughter too and relieve your stress. You’d get sleep, he’d get to see Shinju. Win-win, in all accounts.

Hell, he even gave you puppy eyes in the darkness of your room.

“I…fine. But don’t wake me up if you screw up.”

Dramatically, he sighed and frowned, placing a hand on his heart.

“Does my ‘bella really think I’m an incompetent father? How heartbreaking and cruel of her!”

Much to his relief, you playfully groaned, pinching his sides lightly.

“I didn’t say that, dummy. God, I swear Shinju is more mature than you.”

Jesus, you were so insulting tonight. How was the baby that tried to put anything she could in her mouth more mature than him? Sure, he was a bit funny and childish, but he wasn’t a baby. Well, if he had his face buried in your boobs he’d be a baby. Still, it’s not his fault that they’re just so big and warm and squishy and seem to beg for his attention.

Which is what he soon did, resting his head on your chest while cupping them softly. You were wearing one of his shirts and a nursing bra underneath. He wished you weren’t wearing anything at all, but it wasn’t fair to ask for that when you recently gave birth just a mere two months ago. His libido lowered itself only for you. And when you did have sex—quickies when Shinju would nap—, he was so much nicer and loving than usual. The mother of his child didn’t deserve rough mean sex, no, she deserved gentle treatment under the sheets of their futon.

You deserved everything that he could possibly give you.

So when the small baby demon eventually began to wake up and whimper, he pressed a kiss onto your cheek and slowly got up, whistling a small tune under his breath before waking to the makeshift nursery nearby.

Opening the door slowly, he made his way to the crib and picked up his sniffling newborn, shushing her comfortingly.

“Shhh, it’s okay. Daddy’s here. We don’t want to wake up mama, okay?”

Her tiny hands balled up into fists, weakly moving around and occasionally hitting his chest. Sitting down on the rocking chair nearby, he fumbled around for one of her stuffed animals, grabbing the familiar bunny as he placed it in her arms.

“Look there, Shinju. It’s your bunny!”

From an authoritative Mafia executive to a tired loving father. Lord, Chuuya would be laughing his ass off. Or have that stupid face of confusion while he’d berate Dazai with questions about what unlucky woman had to bear his spawn. But what could that short alcoholic of a ginger say? No woman wanted to birth his babies.

He was quickly snapped out of his thoughts when Shinju’s tiny fingers began to grab at his chest, thinking he could feed her too. He could, just not straight from the source unlike you. Standing up, he went over to the mini-fridge nearby which contained bottles of your milk. It wasn’t too chilly, and so he carried it and the cooing baby to the kitchen where he warmed it up in the microwave.

After it warmed up, he carefully began to feed her, leaning back against the counter as he did so.

It still felt so odd to him. Caring and loving someone he helped to create. His self from ten years ago would never believe it—that they’d find love and even have a baby after escaping the Mafia. He had you to thank for that. The one who picked up the discarded pieces of his soul and welded it into the man he is today—a father first, and a detective second.

Kinda rushed the end but I couldn’t think of anything more :(

Tags: @twst-om-lover, @sinfulthoughtsposts, @xxcandlelightxx

[sanaxo-o]

100+ followers: Celebration Event

Hello everyone! This is a collaboration event @bella-feed, @dokyumms and I are hosting to celebrate her 100+ followers achievement! Writers who write for THE BOYZ, SEVENTEEN and ENHYPEN are all encouraged to participate in this event.

People who are interested sign up here and fill out the form with the needed information and details. The form would be open till 18th March.

General guidelines

-‘๑’- Writers below the age of 18 are NOT allowed to interact with smut or write them

-‘๑’- Please refrain from writing stuff involving member x member, incest, gangbang, non-con, etc

-‘๑’- Proper warning regarding the fic should be mentioned in the following post

-‘๑’- The fic should have some kind of connection with the album/song/era/comeback you chose

-‘๑’- People who would like to be added in the taglist for this event kindly either comment under the post or inform @bella-feed , @dokyumms or me

-‘๑’- All the fics would be later compiled together in a Masterlist together

-‘๑’- Plagiarism would NOT be tolerated

-‘๑’-Deadline for this event is on 30th June

-‘๑’- If extension is needed kindly contact one of the admins

-‘๑’- Link to the discord server would be given to the members who participate in the event!

[mymoodwriting]

6.3k, yandere, angst, mental asylum setting, psychiatrist!reader, demotion, threats, verbal abuse, intimidation, restraints, straight jackets, pills, medication, shock collars, therapy sessions, manipulation, aggressive behavior, amnesia, paranoia, creepy behavior, unethical practices, experimentation, supernatural abilities, violence, implied potential deaths, anxiety, panic, electrocution, mind control, telekinesis, telepathy, prison break, manic behavior, kidnapping

A/N: Hello everyone! This is my piece for the collab event to celebrate @bella-feed reaching 100+ followers that's co-hosted by @sanaxo-o and @dokyumms. I hope you all enjoy and please let me know if I missed something in the tags.

“So, how did you end up here?”

That was still something you couldn’t quite believe yourself. Just last week you were working at a psychiatric hospital, and now you had been transferred to this place, Nix Asylum. It was a rather isolated location, but the company paid for your moving fees and three months living expenses. Of course this wasn’t really something you could debate, unless you wanted to lose your job. So you went along with it and today was your first day here. You put on a smile and arrived on time, being introduced to one of the staff members, Dr. Lyla Mendez, who would be showing you around. 

She gave you a facilities tour, introducing you to other staff members and explaining how this place operated. Unlike the psychiatric hospital, all patients here were under strict care and not allowed to leave. They were rather special cases, and some were wards of the state that were entrusted to this institution. For such reasons the building had strict security measures and access to certain areas was off limits for a transfer like you. All of this you took note of, realizing it would take a while to get used to all the changes.

“You can stop pretending.”

“Uh, what?”

“We both know why you were transferred here, so there’s no need to be so polite.”

“I’m afraid I don’t-”

“Come on, don’t you know?”

“Know what?”

“Being transferred to Nix Asylum is a demotion.”

“Excuse me!”

“It’s true. You must have done something the company didn’t like, so they sent you here since they can’t just fire you.”

“That’s not-”

“I’m afraid that is the case. This place isn’t exactly nice, and the patients really like picking on the transfers. You were sent here as the company hopes you’ll quit on your own. Or suffer some minor trauma and have to resign. Or die. Either way, the company will take care of everything.”

“Are you joking?”

“No, not at all. The severance package is nice I assure you, but you should stick it out for as long as you can. The longer you stay, the more money you’ll walk away with. I think the current record is two months, for willingly quitting that is.”

“And if I don’t quit?”

“Well, there’s the chance you’ll suffer some minor trauma while on the job and have no choice but to quit. Whether it’s physical or mental just depends on the person. Don’t worry though, the company will happily pay your medical bills on top of the severance, so it’ll work out in the end either way. Even if you die the company will take care of the expenses.”

You scoffed. “The company isn’t gonna get rid of me that easily.”

“Well, there is always… that… option…”

“Which is what? I become a proper employee of this asylum?”

“Oh don’t be silly. It’s the opposite actually.”

“Huh?”

“Like I said, the patients here can be quite dangerous. You wouldn’t be the first transfer to suffer a major trauma by their hands and wind up a patient at this asylum. The company doesn’t mind that option either. We’ll take good care of you here if it comes to that.”

“What!?”

“Anyway, just cause this is your first day don’t think we’ll go easy on you. There’s a group session in the morning that you’ll be in charge of. Let me show you your desk and you can get the proper files so you can begin.”

Dr. Mendez just walked off, which meant the conversation was over. She had told you all this so nonchalantly you weren’t entirely sure if she was messing with you or not. Either way, you soon snapped out of your stunned state and followed after her. Regardless of what she said, you were here to do a job, and already had your first assignment. Your desk was a little cubicle in the corner of the main office. A bit of an upgrade from your last job, but you didn’t have a chance to settle in. You were handed a couple of files and then followed Dr. Mendez to the main area. She informed you that your ID was your access card and it would work to get you into the places you had clearance for.

“Here you are. I’ll be by later, so have fun, and good luck.”

You were left alone at the entrance to the therapy room. The door itself didn’t have a window and the panel on the door said there was an ongoing group session. You thought maybe another doctor was inside, but your name was the only one listed. If you were gonna leave and quit now would be the moment, but you weren’t gonna let the company win. You had worked hard for years, and maybe if you did well here you could get your old job back. You took a breath before scanning your ID and stepping inside. The silence of the hall was quickly broken by the sounds of chains and incoherent speech. You walked into a familiar yet foreign scene.

Most group sessions were conducted in the same manner. A certain number of patients were gathered in a semicircle to talk while the therapist was seated at the center. You could see your empty chair, as well as a small table next to it. Although the patients were something else. They were all in a straight jacket, some kind of security collar around their neck, ankles chained to the floor, and another restraint around their waist keeping them from standing up. All the chairs seemed to be metal and welded to the ground. Of course most of the patients were rowdy, trying to break out of their restraintS, seeming more animalistic in nature. Yet there were two who were sitting quietly, the two seated to your right. Thankfully no one really noticed your entrance, so you made it over to your seat and set down your files.

That’s when you realized your previous assumption wasn’t entirely correct. When you sat down you noticed the boy closest to you on your right was staring. His hair was white, and he had a friendly smile on his face, which made you a bit uneasy. The patient next to him was in fact sitting quietly, eyes closed and appearing to be asleep. You weren’t sure what to make of this so you looked through your files. Soon enough you had a name for the face, Hoshi, and the one next to him was Woozi. They actually seemed to be some sort of package deal as their files were combined under the name HoWoo and staff had nicknamed them the twins.

Since you were already looking through a file you glanced over the rest. That’s when you realized the files weren’t really all that detailed, just the bare minimum of information. It was just enough to let you know all the other patients present were aggressive and known to be uncooperative. It wasn’t all that surprising that this was your first task since your welcome wasn’t all that friendly and it was starting to become very clear that you were being set up for failure. Which also meant it was harder to deny the fact the company wanted you to quit, and that was honestly insulting above all else. If you quit and gave them what they wanted you’d surely find it difficult to work in such a field again. This was the career you had wanted to pursue and now you were on the brink of losing it all. 

“I know you’re a transfer, which means you did something, supposedly, bad. So what was it?”

While wallowing in your own doubts Hoshi suddenly spoke up and snapped you out of it. He leaned in closer to you, as close as he could with his restraints. His questions sounded genuine and playful, but you knew it wasn’t a good idea to answer. You were never really supposed to talk about yourself, especially to a patient, yet for some reason you felt it was okay, and the words spilled out of your mouth.

“I… I tried to help a patient…”

“What?”

“They… they told me they were being held against their will… and constantly medicated so they couldn’t think clearly… maybe it was stupid, but I believed them… especially since they were a VVIP and you know… it seemed more plausible… so I started to help them… I lowered the dosage of their medication… I tried… I tried to help… but when my superiors found out I was suspended, and then transferred here…”

“You’re nice.”

“Huh?”

“It’s good that you tried. I’m sure they appreciated that.”

“I… I guess…”

“I’m Hoshi by the way, and this is my friend, Woozi. There’s no need to worry about the others, they just don’t like morning sessions.”

“Ah, okay… I suppose we’ll just focus on you then. How long have you been here?”

“No idea. I don’t remember, I was young though, very young.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“I doubt I’ll get out at this point, but this place isn’t so bad.”

“Is that so? What makes you-”

A loud siren suddenly startled you, cutting you off. All the other patients screamed as well, but seemed to settle down afterwards. Moments later the door opened and a bunch of orderlies came in. They didn’t say anything but in groups of two or three unchained and dragged out the patients. It was only then that Woozi opened his eyes, but he didn’t look your way, he didn’t seem to care about anything. He merely stood up when he could and followed the orderlies out. Whereas Hoshi was the opposite. Once he was free he took a step towards you before the orderlies got in his way, warning him. He pouted but merely waved at you and walked out with his escort. You stayed put for a while, processing, when Dr. Mendez came to collect you.

“Come on now, your day has only just begun.”

She wasn’t kidding. You found more files on your desk and would be in charge of more group sessions. You knew this was another way to get you to quit. Exposing you to as many patients as they could and trying to overwhelm you. Sure they were restrained, but all it would take is one loose cuff and you’d be in trouble. You tried not to focus on that possibility, just doing your job and trying to help where you could. Although that was difficult. If the patients weren’t rowdy and uncooperative they were quiet and shy. So most of the time it felt like you were talking to a wall. That was your entire week, and by the end most of the patients did recognize you, they just didn’t respect you. That put you on edge a bit, but they were supposed to know you so it was technically a step in the right direction.

The only good patient you had was Hoshi, although things were a bit tricky with him. He’d talk, but he wouldn’t really answer your questions. Instead, he asked about your life and what you did outside of work. You shouldn’t discuss your private life with a patient but when Hoshi was around you felt oddly calm and that you could speak freely with him. You did try to talk with Woozi a few times, but you never got a response, not even some form of acknowledgment. He’d always just sit still and quietly with his eyes closed. Hoshi never commented or bothered Woozi either even though their file said the two were very close. You probably weren’t worthy of Woozi’s attention, at least not yet. Although it was difficult to try and build trust when Hoshi always pulled your attention towards him.

“Do you like it here?” Hoshi asked. “How is it compared to your old work place?”

“I… well… this place isn’t so bad, it’s just not what I expected.”

“What do you mean?”

“I got into this profession to help people, but I don’t really feel like I’m doing that anymore, at least not here.”

“Why do you say that? You’re helping me and Woozi.”

“We don’t have proper sessions. In fact, I don’t really have patients at this asylum, I just oversee most of the group sessions. Not to mention I feel like I’m in danger here…”

“There’s no need to be afraid.” Hoshi assured with a smile. “I promise no one is gonna hurt you.”

🤍🖤

You kinda got into your own routine with the group sessions, trying your best to make progress with anyone. Although to your own shock things got changed up for you. One day you came in and Dr. Mendez informed you that you would be having a session with HoWoo. If you ever got a patient, you thought it’d be someone more dangerous, or quiet, so to get the twins was rather surprising. You did have more of a stable relationship with Hoshi, so it made sense to a degree. At least now you could also try and break through to Woozi. Of course you still oversaw group sessions, but now you had a certain time allotted to your patients.

When that time came around you grabbed your files and notes, heading over to the room in question. You had a better understanding of the layout by now, but still needed to double check to make sure you were going the right way. Once you found the room you scanned your ID and stepped inside. As soon as you walked in, Hoshi jumped up from his seat. Your heart skipped a beat seeing him, realizing he wasn’t restrained to his chair here nor did he have a straight jacket. He had never been a danger towards you, but seeing him with more freedom was a cause for concern. Even though he still had the collar around his neck, it wasn’t reassuring. That is until you realized he was behind a glass panel. That detail put you at ease and you could enter without worry.

“Good morning, y/n. It’s so nice to see you!”

“Hoshi, we’ve been over this. You’re supposed to call me Dr.-”

“I prefer saying your name. Don’t you like it? Everyone else calls you by your title, but you get to hear your name from me! It rolls off the tongue nicely too.”

“Hoshi-”

“Y/n, y/n, y/n! Are you excited!? We’re your real patients now and we can talk one-on-one! This is gonna be so much fun! We don’t have to worry about others interrupting us and-”

“Hoshi, this isn’t a social hour.”

“Huh?”

Since you opened the door Hoshi had gotten up and walked up to the glass panel. He had his hands on it and was jumping around while talking excitedly. He was acting very childish, which he always was, but this was a different setting. He, they, really were your patients now, and you had a duty to treat them as such. Of course if Hoshi acts like this, and Woozi refuses to speak, they won’t be easy to help at all. Another reason why they were likely assigned to you. They were going to be a challenge, but you had no plans to give up on them. This was your first session, so you had to be professional and set proper boundaries. 

“I know it was easy to steer conversations elsewhere when we were talking during group sessions, but this is different. It’s just us here, and I want us to have a proper doctor-patient relationship.”

“…”

“Let’s start over, shall we?” You sat down. “Kwon Hoshi and Lee Woozi, it’s nice to meet you, I’m doctor-”

“I thought you were nice.”

“Ho-”

“It’s Mr. Kwon!” Hoshi slammed his fist against the glass. “To you, doctor. Are you here to fix us? Wanna talk about our non-existent parents? Or our silly little diagnosis? What does that piece of paper tell you? Cause you don’t know shit!”

Hoshi slammed his hands against the glass, frustrated and growing angry because of your words. He was acting out, repeating his actions over and over again. You tried to keep your composure, but he was loud and imposing. This invisible pressure started coming down on you, making it a bit difficult to breathe. You were scared, and your body was frozen in place.

“Answer me!?” Hoshi yelled. “What!? Now you don’t wanna talk!? Say something!?”

“Hoshi.”

Your gaze slowly shifted over to the person that had just spoken. You honestly weren’t sure if you had heard correctly, but judging by Hoshi’s reaction, you had. The boy seemed to calm down and took a breath, then went back over to his chair, slumping down and crossing his arms. He was pouting and looking off towards the wall, not wanting to look at you.

“I wasn’t gonna hurt her.” Hoshi mumbled. “I wouldn’t do that to her.”

“Hoshi.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Good.” Woozi opened his eyes, for the first time in days meeting your gaze. “You said you want to help us, do you mean that?”

As soon as Woozi spoke you felt the pressure on you disappear, but you were still rather in shock to hear him speak. Then his words, his gaze, were directed at you, making you nervous for a moment before a sense of ease washed over you. 

“Yes, I do.”

“Where do you wanna start?”

“Oh, um…” You scrambled to grab your notes, having prepared an outline of talking points for this. “Your file unfortunately doesn’t have the finer details, but it does mention that you were troublemakers before being admitted here. I thought we could start there. What kind of trouble gets you into an asylum?”

Woozi seemed intrigued by your question, but he had no intention to answer. He looked towards Hoshi, who seemed to sense his gaze and sighed. Hoshi was still a bit upset, but did as he was asked anyway.

“I’m not really sure how we lost our parents, but we were orphans on the street.” Hoshi explained. “We stole and fought to survive. Although we were eventually caught by local authorities and sent to an orphanage.”

“You both managed on the streets at such a young age, but surely the orphanage was a nice change. You had a proper roof over your heads, a bed, and warm meals.”

“I guess but we were used to the streets, we were used to being free, so we ran off all the time.”

“You left the safety and comfort of the orphanage?”

“Those places aren’t exactly nice. Although they kept catching us over and over again. That is until we were labeled delinquents and sent somewhere for rehabilitation.” 

“So this isn’t your first time in therapy. My assumption though, given your track record, you didn’t behave there either.”

“Nope. It was more difficult to break out, but we still managed it.”

“The orphanage and the other institution were both meant to help you. Why did you run from those places? Why did you reject them?”

“Why do you keep assuming they all had good intentions? If we didn’t act how they wanted at the orphanage we’d get punished, and that other place kept us locked up. Who we were wasn’t wanted by anyone. All they ever did was try to change us so we’d be ‘normal’ and ‘fit in’ with the world. I’d rather be myself than be told who to be.”

“Despite everything, your initial upbringing on the streets is a defining factor in who you grew up to. All you had was each other, and you lived how you wanted, how you could, and that was enough. Even now you still seem to live how you want, but because of that you haven’t really allowed yourself to grow.”

“Huh?”

“You didn’t have what most people had in their childhood. Parents, a home, etc. so it’s understandable you’d be against any sort of semblance to those things. You didn’t want to want those things, so you always ran from them. Yes, I understand the places you did grow up in aren’t some kind of paradise, but it’s okay to want what you should have had.”

“And what exactly would that be?”

“A proper home, someone to care about you and look after you, warm meals, a safe and comfortable place to sleep. It was never wrong for you to want that, even now it’s not wrong. It doesn’t just have to be the two of you against the world, constantly fighting for a place to call your own. You might not like the way some things work, but it’s not all bad, I promise.”

Hoshi scoffed. “You say all that, yet you’re forgetting where we are.”

“Then tell me, how is that you wound up here? So far from the world.”

“Well, you cause trouble one too many times as a young adult and people get pissy. Not sure how it all works, but we wound up being transferred to Nix Asylum before we became legal adults, and now this place won’t let us leave. We’ve been good.” Hoshi assured with a smile. “I guess just not good enough to release back into the world. Although that’s why you’re here, right? To make sure we’re sane enough to return to normal society. Are you gonna help us break out of this cage?”

“… you’ve never actually escaped this place, have you?”

“Nope. Security is really tight here, not to mention…” Hoshi tugged on his collar. “They got us trapped like animals.”

“That seems rather excessive. I’ve never understood the purpose of the collar. I wasn’t given any-”

“As a transfer they wouldn’t tell you anything.” Woozi cut in. “After all, you’re not meant to last.”

“I don’t intend to leave anytime soon.”

“Promise?”

Just then another siren went off, signalling your time was up. The two boys got up and offered a polite bow before walking over to the door. You hadn’t noticed until now but there were two straight jackets hanging on a hook by the exit. They each put it on and stood facing the wall. When the orderlies entered they immediately buckled the restraints and then escorted them out. You knew many of the other patients here wouldn’t be so cooperative, so clearly the two understood they had to behave in order to have certain privileges. After a moment you got your things and left the room, noting it was lunch time.

You were polite and professional with the other doctors, but hadn’t really made any friends. It was to be expected since everyone, including the patients, didn’t expect a transfer to be here long. Although, despite what everyone says, you haven’t faced any major difficulties. Yes the patients were a challenge to work with, but that was going to be the case wherever you went. All the stories you had been told about patients picking on transfers and you possibly suffering some kind of trauma seemed to be nothing but baseless rumors. When you first arrived you were scared, but none of the patients had ever done anything to make you feel that your life was in danger. Perhaps they liked you enough not to trouble you.

“So, I heard you had a session with the twins, how did it go?”

“It was fine, just a few difficulties getting started but-”

“Wait, they actually talked to you?”

“Yeah, although Hoshi did most of the talking.”

“That’s… wait, you mean even Woozi talked to you?”

“He only said a few words, why?”

“They’ve never actually talked to a doctor one-on-one before, they rarely speak in group sessions too. I mean, Hoshi talks nonsense, and I’ve never heard Woozi talk, I thought he was mute.”

“Oh, well I guess I’m just that good.”

“Yeah right, what did they tell you? Some kind of sob story about being falsely sent to an institution for help? Did they tell you they’re being held against their will and trapped here?”

“Uh…”

“Gosh, I guess they know you’re gullible, that’s why they talked.”

“That’s not-”

“Don’t believe them so easily. Hoshi’s smile hides his manipulation, and Woozi just existing is a danger. You don’t have all the details, but those two are in here for a reason, and they’re allowed to remain together for a reason too.”

It was frustrating that your file on them was missing important details. You were sure if you asked for their real files you’d be denied since your supervisors didn’t take you seriously. Although if you do manage to make some progress with HoWoo, maybe you can prove them wrong. You continued to have sessions with the two, but despite how things went the first time, they weren’t eager to cooperate. Hoshi kept wanting to chat about your life and Woozi was quietly in his seat, eyes shut like usual. For the sake of gaining trust you’d answer Hoshi, but didn’t give too many details. You gave vague statements about your upbringing and only mentioned a few places you had been to in your life.

“I’d love for you to show me all those places someday.” Hoshi stated. “I want to know the places that are special to you.”

“Your goal should be to go to such places to make your own memories.”

“Hm, maybe one day, when we get out of here.”

“That’s a good mindset to have. Now, we’ve talked enough about me, so what about you?”

“Our life is no fun compared to yours.”

“What makes you say that?”

“You get to come and go as you please, and you’re ignorant to the real world around you.”

“Such a statement may be true, but it’s not fair for you to assume I’d continue to ignore the situation if I discovered the truth.”

“You mean that?” Woozi opened his eyes, staring at you. “You’d do something if you knew what was really going on?”

“I’d surely want to find a way to help. That’s why I am where I am today.”

“Let’s test that.”

“Hm?”

The siren went off and your session ended. Your mind lingered on Woozi’s words, wondering what he meant. Before heading out you looked over your notes, not feeling like any progress was being made. Then you noticed something odd at the bottom of the page. There were directions that lead to a restricted area, along with a passcode and time. This was written in your hand writing but you didn’t recall every writing such a thing. You had no explanation, yet something in the back of your mind was telling you that you had to follow these instructions. So you did. Curfew was at ten. After that all staff and patients were expected to be in their rooms. Anyone caught roaming the halls would face serious consequences. 

Despite knowing all that, around eleven you snuck out of your room, making your way to the restricted area in your notes. Your heart was pounding in your chest and yet you kept moving. You avoided the guards and managed to navigate through the camera’s blind spots. It felt like you were very lucky to make it to your destination. Unlike the other doors, this one had a digital keypad, and would only open if the right code was put in. This was where you either made it or got screwed. You had the note in your pocket and entered in the code written. To your relief the door unlocked and you stepped through. Now you were on your own, having no idea what to do or where to go. Then you heard screaming.

In most situations you’d want to go in the opposite direction, but something about that scream felt familiar. So you followed that dreadful sound as it got louder and louder. The halls were a blank creamy color, and the place felt strangely sterile. As you continued to walk one of the walls had a glass panel and when you stepped to see what was on the other side your eyes went wide. Down below you could see some sort of lab. A test subject was strapped down to a chair, multiple electrodes attached to their head and chest. All kinds of machines surrounded them, and you noticed some rather big and heavy objects in the room as well. Although your greatest concern was seeing Hoshi being treated like a lab rat. 

He seemed somewhat out of it, clearly exhausted, but he wasn’t given a chance to rest. His collar suddenly flashed a blue color and he screamed as an electric shock was sent through his body. You didn’t understand what it meant, but he did. Hoshi shook his head and took a moment before shifting his focus, then you noticed the other objects in the room begin to levitate. You took a half step back in shock, finding it hard to believe this was Hoshi’s doing. Yet the boy screamed and the objects in question were torn to pieces. You covered your mouth as you yelled, starting to wonder if this was the real world Hoshi had mentioned before. That this was the kind of thing that made his life no fun. 

No wonder this place was so secretive and dangerous. The patients here were being used as test subjects for who knows what. Even if they seemed to be contained, you were constantly exposed to them and unaware of the real danger they posed. Now it made sense why the company sent people here when they wanted to get rid of someone. Regardless of the outcome, the company wins. A part of you was telling you to run, to get out of here before you’re caught and to submit your resignation in the morning, but you knew you couldn’t just leave now. This was wrong, it was unethical, and it wasn’t right to just leave. You had to do something, but you had no idea what.

“You won’t run?”

You suddenly heard a voice and quickly turned around, although you didn’t see anyone. You were alone, then you looked back down at the lab when you heard Hoshi scream again. You placed your hand on the glass, trying to think of your next move. Then you realized you weren’t the only one watching. There were other glass panels that allowed one to view the lab. Across the way you saw people in lab coats watching and taking notes, then you locked eyes with someone. Standing among the doctors was Woozi and he was staring right at you. There was no way to know how long he had been staring, but you had a feeling it was the whole time. You were starting to feel incredibly nervous and then you heard Hoshi laugh. When you looked back down to him you realized he was staring at you too with a big smile on his face.

“Hello!”

Now you were starting to panic as Hoshi was drawing attention to you. Although before you had a chance to run you noticed all the debris in his room started to fly around and break things. Hoshi was laughing maniacally, the machines in the room getting broken, and he actually managed to break free from his restraints. Sirens started blaring and red lights were flashing.

“Come to me.”

You heard a voice again despite being alone, and then your legs started moving on their own. You couldn’t stop yourself and your gaze shifted to Woozi. He was alone now but still watching you, a sinister smile on his face. It sent chills down your spine, but you couldn’t do anything to stop yourself. You made your way down the hall, the two boys disappearing from view, but you could still hear the chaos Hoshi was causing. You rounded a few corners and then found yourself standing before Woozi. A handful of people were curled up on the ground, holding their heads and groaning in pain.

“Woozi… are you… doing this…?”

“Help me get the collar off.” Woozi’s voice was in your head. “Please.”

Once again your body moved on its own and you stepped closer to Woozi. You walked behind him and examined the collar for a moment before reaching over to unlatch it. Yet when you tried to remove it an electric shock went off, affecting you and Woozi. You yelled and stepped back, and he fell to his knees.

“I said get it off!”

You didn’t want to get hurt, but Woozi’s voice wasn’t just in your head. He was taking control and making you do things you wouldn’t. So you grabbed the collar again, holding it tightly and pushing through the pain until it came off. You collapsed to the floor afterwards, shaking a bit.You were trying to process when you suddenly felt a hand on your head, looking up to see Woozi petting you, his hand moving to caress your cheek.

“Let’s go get Hoshi.”

“I… I…”

“Sh, you don’t need to be afraid, just relax, no one’s going to hurt you.”

Woozi held his hand out to you and helped you to your feet. Even if you didn’t want to, you followed behind him. He walked with confidence, unafraid of his surroundings. Anyone who got close merely collapsed to the ground screaming and grabbing their head. The guards didn’t have a chance to use their weapons. Woozi just walked past everyone, and you did too. You should be freaking out, but it felt like there was some kind of fog in your mind preventing you from thinking clearly. Before you knew it you came across a different type of mess. Staff and guards and other personnel were strewn about the ground, some with random debris embedded in them, and others lying in pools of blood. You weren’t sure if anyone was alive.

“Having fun?”

You turned down a hall to see Hoshi throwing some people around, laughing and clearly enjoying himself. When he turned around and saw you and Woozi his eyes lit up. He ran over and embraced Woozi in a hug. You could see that he had removed his collar as well. Neither was inhibited anymore. You wanted to run, but your body wasn’t listening to you anymore. The only thing you still had control over was your voice. It wasn’t really smart to talk but you had all kinds of questions.

“… why… why are you doing this…?” You mumbled. “All this time… with your power… you could’ve escaped��� why didn’t you…?”

“We didn’t always have powers.” Hoshi stated. “Not until they brought us here and started using us as test subjects. It was weird at first, but these people weren’t gonna let us get away so easily.”

“But you just… broke out…”

“Yeah, they thought they had us under control, but those collars didn’t completely block our powers, not when they’ve become so strong. Besides, we never really had a plan for breaking out, or a reason. This place was fun in its own ways.”

“Then… then why now…?”

“Like you said, it’s okay to want things we were meant to have. A home, someone to love us. I guess that finally made us realize we do want change, so thanks for that.”

Hoshi walked closer to you, taking your hand in his, and then Woozi did the same on the opposite side. You stared at both of them, not sure what this meant.

“You encouraged us to want more.” Hoshi said. “So let’s get out of here together.”

The two started walking, bringing you along. You were trying to figure out your part in all this, but the more you tried to think, the thicker the fog got. The two used their powers together, rendering the three of you untouchable. It wasn’t long before you left the restricted area, making it into the main building. The alarms soon started blaring, but you were certain there was no stopping them now. You made it to the main entrance and effortlessly walked out. The sun was peeking over the horizon, and you unwillingly led them to your car. That’s when you stopped. For the first time trying to actually fight back.

“… no… no, we can’t… you two… it’s dangerous…”

“We just walked out of that hellish place with ease.” Hoshi reminded. “The rest of the world won’t be a problem.”

“… but… no… the two of you…”

“Sh, sh, sh…” Woozi took your head in his hands, having you meet his gaze. “There’s no need to worry. We have you to keep us on the right path. Besides, you can’t fight me. I’ve been in your head since the day we met, and we’ve kept you safe the whole time.”

“… huh…?”

“No need to worry about the finer details. Why don’t you just take us home now, okay?”

“… home…”

“Yeah, I wanna see where you live.” Hoshi said excitedly. “Let’s go! Let’s go!”

Hoshi brought you over to the driver’s side, and to your own surprise you had your keys in your pocket. You unlocked the car and got into the driver’s seat. Hoshi sat in the back and Woozi took shotgun. You started the engine, but that was as far as you wanted to go.

“Drive.” Woozi stated. “Safely, of course.”

“… I…”

“Don’t cause trouble now. It won’t last anyway. We’re really gonna get to know each other soon enough. So let’s go home.”

“…let’s… let’s go home…”

You probably shouldn’t drive in such a state, but it’s not like anything bad would happen. Not as long as they were around. Not as long as they were in control. As you pulled out of the lot and drove away from the asylum you felt that fog in your mind growing and slowly consuming you whole. You felt yourself slipping into the void. When you looked in the rear view mirror you could see Hoshi smiling brightly, sticking his head out the window and screaming gleefully. Woozi also had the window down, merely staring out at the horizon and basking in the sun. They were free, whereas you were the one trapped now. You had no idea what came next, and you’d have no say in the matter either. You could only hope they’d be kind.

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Goth [3] - Part 2/2

I really love that you can carpool kids to school in this game so off they go

Invited the headmaster to get Santiago into the private school

Morty Nooooooooo and in the middle of an event on the outside too. No one even came to see him off. Shouldn't have been like this :((

I can't believe Don got money. Cassandra's name is not there but the thing says 6 people and only 5 is listed. I wonder if she got anything too

Too hard to see her roll this want now

Can't even be happy Santiago got in

They've all been crying non-stop. It's breaking my heart man

Lance was passing by and he's a whore so I thought Bella should at least meet him

I left them be but little can stand in the way of 3 bolts and a husband that died just yesterday isn't it, apparently

The speed of which these guys got their STR up to 100 is impressive. Bella even got a crush

Xander also booty called Buck

I guess they are banging their pain away

Not Bella though. As much as Lance followed her around they didn't pivot for the bed

Ending the round with Ollie's cuteness. He was busy fighting the greebles

[panlight]

Not including "Olympic" or any of the last names among the members, do you have any other ideas that could serve as a title for the Cullen coven? It just seems odd how the vampire clans are referred to by either their leader's name (James, Sancar, Hilda, etc) or geography (Egypt, Denali or the Amazons). I honestly doubt the Irish coven isn't a family unit, and maybe the Egyptians have developed a somewhat similar layout. Denali doesn't make sense considering the mixed background of all of the members (Russian, Spanish, North American, French if you include Laurent too). I don't think "North American" fits the Cullens either since they've resided in places outside the US (not 100% certain though). I'm curious, what could be titles for each coven?

My sense is that these names would develop organically over time, sort of like how surnames developed in Europe. "Oh that's Tom the baker," eventually becomes Tom Baker, "Tom who lives on the hill," becomes Tom Hill, etc. So I think in that way naming them after their founder or their location makes sense. "Siobhan and her coven in Ireland = Irish Coven" "the nomadic coven Hilda founded" = Hilda's Coven.

So I don't really know what other names might be used. I guess they could be something like "the Golden Coven" from their eyes or "The Vegetarian Coven", but the Denali could be that too. Perhaps the Denali were grandmothered in as "The Succubus Coven" and the new members just have to sort of deal with that name even though Carmen, Eleazar and Garrett never fit that description, which lets the Cullens claim the Gold/Veggie mantel.

Other reasons I Don't Care For the term 'Olympic Coven?' It's not their land, it's Quileute land, Makah land, etc. Claiming "Olympic Coven" for them adds insult to injury on that front. Also it erases the entire history of the coven before this point. I know in an out-of-universe sense they only came into existence when Bella entered their lives, but Carlisle's been around for 350+ years and the coven had existed for almost 90ish years before the events of the story. I know it's Bella's story, but this isn't Bella's Coven. She didn't found it, it didn't come into existence in Forks, and Carlisle was already well-known before the events of BD; that's how he was able to gather all the witnesses.

And it seems SM herself dropped the idea after the Vampire Index (which to me sort of read as a joke anyway? Didn't Jacob have a line like "someone needs to provide an index so I can remember all the bloodsuckers' names!" and then "see Vampire Index").

The Yellow Eyes, St. Carlisle and his disciples, that weird coven that starves themselves, Carlisle and his gifted followers, 'that one vampire who has a job and house and wife and kids, lololol", etc this all makes more sense to me than "The Olympic Coven." I guess the most poetic might be like "The Golden Ones" or something, but I imagine to other vampires it's less "golden" and more "sickly yellow."

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Barbie or Oppenheimer - WAYV VERSION

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A/n: stay tuned for dream version! And remember this is fiction and is just my point of view.

MASTERLIST

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Kun

Believe me or not, this guy is watching barbie 100%, I mean he is literally barbie. Although the members would make fun of him (joking ofc) for not watching Oppenheimer lmaoo, also he would rock with the pink outfit he's gonna wear.

Ten

What do you think? Barbie ofc! Bro would do a commentary in the middle of the movie with someone LMAO, also when finished watching the movie would learn the ken dance thingy because he's in love with Ken (as he should)

Winwin

This mf would watch Oppenheimer but just because he's shy to go watch barbie alone, and if he did bro wouldn't even dress up in pink 😭He's just a shy pookie, I'll let him pass this.

Xiaojun

BRO, this guy is going to watch barbie as if it was the most important event in the world. Also would appear in the hottest pink clothes with Bella, bella is gonna wear pink clothes and maybe shiny shits matching with Xiaojun.

Hendery

I mean he would find Oppenheimer boring just by looking at what the movie is about so why not Barbie? After watching the movie he's gonna feel like Barbie and say ''Hey Barbie'' with that tone to every person he meets.

Yangyang

He would fall in love with Barbie and then buy a cd to play it at home. Also, he prob had old barbie dolls when he was a kid idfk why but I feel it and this guy is gonna buy a poster that says ''Mojo Dojo Casa House'' in his room.

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 ──  aria montgomery from pretty little liars, lucy hale, bisexual, primary age: twenty - one. ⁽ aria writes an angry police report turning ezra in for his relationship with her after finding out about his novel. the police ultimately end up with an anonymous copy of the report and ezra goes to prison. ⁾  ──  alison dilaurentis from pretty little liars, sasha pieterse, bisexual, primary age: twenty. ⁽ after alison goes missing from rosewood, she is incorporated into a twilight crossover where she is turned into a vampire. ⁾  ──  piper halliwell from charmed, maia mitchell, bisexual, primary age: twenty - one. ⁽ focuses on piper's college years. she knows that she's a witch earlier at twenty - one, will follow canon timeline upon request. ⁾  ──  sabrina spellman from sabrina the teenage witch, kathryn newton, bisexual, primary age: twenty - one. ⁽ a combination of inspiration pulled from the newer comics, original show & darker aspects of the chilling adventures of sabrina. i will ignore the whole storyline between harvey & roz in caos because it pissed me off. ⁾ ──  clarke griffin from the 100, natalie alyn lind, bisexual, primary age: twenty. ⁽ canon divergent, focusing on the survivalist / apocalyptic aspects of them coming to earth & not as much all the sci - fi and AI. ⁾ ──  scott mccall from teen wolf, tyler posey, bisexual, primary age: twenty - two. ⁽ canon removed, focusing on college years & true alpha lore. ⁾ ──  allison argent from teen wolf, crystal reed, bisexual, primary age: twenty - two. ⁽ canon removed, following the argent family hunting lore & incorporated into the buffy universe. ⁾

FILMS: ──  tatum riley from scream, zoe colletti, bisexual, primary age: twenty. ⁽ following a survival arc after the events of the first movie, she's now in college. ⁾

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 ──  ellie williams from the last of us, raffey cassidy, lesbian, primary age: nineteen. ⁽ mainly based on the video game canon, with inspiration from some aspects of the hbo show. ⁾

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💥💭🚦😎💡 for the fic asks!

💥 What is one canon thing that you wish you could change?

I'll answer for the 3 fandoms I'm currently writing for

CAoS: Hmm, I think have Lilith's request for Sanctuary granted bc that would've derailed all the shit that followed.

Witcher: Yennefer realize it's not safe to leave Tissaia alone, so she refuses to do so until Tissaia decides to stay with her.

Twilight: have someone other than Stephanie Meyer write it to avoid all the problematic and questionable shit she included? 😂 No, if I could only do 1, it would be to have Bella and Tanya meet and realize their mates instead of Bella and Edward.

💭 What inspires you and your writing?

To get an idea - Watching the show because my brain is an overactive little bitch that's constantly thinking about 'what would happen if this/that happened'.

Going from an idea to actually writing - watching fan videos for mannerisms and talking to others is a big one.

To continue writing - Honestly, engaging with the readers through comments - ESPECIALLY their theories - is huge. It's one of the few things that keeps my motivation up on longer fics where there's no end in sight. Especially since I tend to have a bit of imposter syndrome and can fall back on daydreaming scenarios and well, daydreaming is usually enough to get all the dopamine when finishing the story usually doesn't give anything additional (yay adhd brain and the ever growing pile of unfinished projects 🥲).

🚦What sort of endings do you prefer to write: ambiguous, bad, happily ever after, etc.?

So, I am pretty much incapable of writing or reading something that doesn't have AT LEAST a hopeful ending. I'm a huge angst writer/reader and can get sucked into a characters thoughts/emotions rather easily. I enjoy being absolutely destroyed along the way but I need that pick me up at the end or my mind continues to spiral negatively - in a not good way. For my stories, typically the more the characters suffer, the happier their story will end. But yeah, if I had to pick an Ao3 tag to describe my writing, it'd 100% be 'Angst with a happy ending'.

😎 What fics do you prefer on a scale of canon compliant to wildly original?

Because most of my ideas are sparked by 'what if' questions when watching a show, I generally like to start at a canon event and diverge - sometimes drastically - so it becomes its own thing. The more it diverges, the more fun it becomes because I honestly have no idea what's going to happen next. I WISH I could write non-magical AUs, but as of yet, I have never succeeded. Maybe 1 day!

💡How many WIPs do you currently have?

Answered in a previous ask.

[rayatii]

Ladies, gentlemen and gentlefolk, this is the complete speedrun of the actual plot of L'elisir d'amore in my Sims 4 gameplay!!

The majority of people following this gameplay have voted yes to advancing the season to summer for the sake of the plot, so I did so using the cheat "seasons.set_season 0" (I had some trouble finding the correct code, and I forgot if this one is correct; 0 is for summer specifically).

Anyway. Nemorino giving Adina a bluebell as a romantic gift 🥰🥰 she likes it! (also I'm unable to have Nemorino care for these goats and sheep, and it's becoming a disaster.)

Belcore giving Adina a Romantic introduction! Yes, right inside Nemorino's house. (yeah sorry for the bad lighting)

🎶 Come Paride vezzoso porse il pomo alla più bella, mia diletta villanella, io to porgo questi fior 🎶

(aka Belcore is doing the "offer rose" interaction)

First kiss! Yes, in front of Nemorino.

🎶 Chiedi all'aura lusinghiera... 🎶

Nectar-making!

🎶 Obbligato, ah sì, obbligato! Son felice, son contento 🎶

(aka a bottle of wine magical elixir of love as a gift from Dulcamara)

*glug glug glug*

🎶 Esulti pur la barbara per poco alle mie pene 🎶

I wasn't able to get the jealousy emotion needed, but I guess making him actually piss his pants is close enough...

I tried so hard to have Nemorino witness Belcore's proposal, but oh well.

The butler at Adina's place keeps rotating between Sanook and Loario, so please bear with me.

Nice setup for the wedding!

Meet Shaowen Messina, Uncle Pepe's new housemate! I used him to facilitate some things for advancing the plot.

Anyway, back to our regular programming!

Nemorino fishing to complete the event thingy. I don't know why he is in a swimsuit, but I didn't change him because I wanted to ogle him just a little... 😏

(I think I have a little bit of a crush on Nemorino..? I sometimes wish I were Adina 😅)

Cooking the fish he caught! He has really improved in cooking. Well, not surprising when you have both the Off-the-grid and Simple Living lot challenges.

Belcore persuading him to join the military (I later had Nemorino actually join the Military career. And I did it from Dulcamara's home bc his off-the-grid household prevents him from using power.)

🎶 Venti scudi? 🎶

(well technically 100 simoleons; the closest I could get to a signing bonus was a "friendly gift" of 100 simoleons, which was the smallest amount available.)

Adina asked Giannetta to be her Sim of honor 🥰 This is as an apology for my followers who are not very happy with me portraying opera!Giannetta as a random peasant (which she is!) rather than Adina's friend.

And she literally went all the way to Dulcamara's place in StrangerVille to ask him to be her officiant 😂

I waited one day in order for the Japanese food stall to open in San Myshuno. Even so, it wouldn't open for some reason, so I literally had to buy a whole-ass one from Build Mode and hire a vendor right in Uncle Pepe's penthouse 💀

I beg my followers forgiveness, but in the end, I was unable to kill off Uncle Pepe with bad pufferfish nigiri (after I had either him or Shaowen learn the recipe, it wouldn't come out poor quality, and I wanted to waste as little time as possible), so I resorted to have him die of overheating (there was already a heatwave so it made things easiest).

More wine elixir of love from Dulcamara! (and yes Nemorino is in his swimsuit again bc he took a dip in Dulcamara's pool.)

🎶 Dell'elisir mirabile bevuto ho in abbondanza 🎶 (he's sad bc I killed off Uncle Pepe. Him autonomously getting the news was beyond my control.)

Giannetta flirting with Nemorino was the closest I could get to the scene of the village women swarming him. It would have been way too difficult and chaotic to reproduce. (and yeah, I tried really hard to have her do it in the presence of Adina and Dulcamara.)

Seriously, Belcore? You're gonna swim right before your wedding??

This does not make it much better 💀

I guess Dulcamara making a speech could be an okay replacement of "Io son ricco e tu sei bella"... Shame My Wedding Stories doesn't have any option for singing. (Yes, I used My Wedding Stories for the wedding. It's pretty okay in most places, they probably fixed most of it by the time I got to use it.)

(Anyway, I wasn't able to find a wedding dress for Adina that I both liked and found to be her style. Also tangentially related, but Sims 4 really gotta step up its wedding veil game.)

THERE IT IS!! Adina is calling off the wedding!

Babies emotionally connecting 🥰🥰 (also Principessa complaining about the heat.)

🎶 -Sappilo alfin, sappilo: tu mi sei caro. -Io! -Sì, mi sei caro, e t'amo, t'amo! 🎶

(aka first kiss!!!!!!!!!)

Unfortunately, Tumblr won't let me upload more than 30 images per post, so the rest will follow in another one.

[beikonsims]

Just curious (heh), have you thought about letting Vidcund have an alien baby too? Since it was a scripted thing (and it could add a bit of drama from Cass, since Bella's abduction went a bit awry). Or you're leaving it up to random chance via the telescope?

(You can answer this to my DMs, if you don't wanna spoil anything for other readers)

I don't really follow scripted events, since I like to stir some chaos and see what the Sims actually want to do (tho I don't play 100% wants based, of course, I'm not a masochist). So far Vidcund has not been interested in even touching a telescope, so I just don't force him to do it. I honestly like the idea of each brother having his own "field" of science they focus on and in Vidcund's case in my game it seems to be robotics. I think it fits nicely to his rivalry with Loki as well.

Another thing is the aliens are slowly overtaking the genetic pool both in and out of Strangetown right now. I'm not necessarily against them being all over the place, but I want to still try preserving some diversity before every family tree turns green.