#chibi speaks into the void

[cunning-matriarch]

[schoenpepper]

All Sorts of Love

Intro: Kalim hasn't felt this kind of love before.

Warnings: bad writing, awful grammar, proofread by quillbot, yandere, one google translated arab word

A/N: For that one anon I hope you like this because I have spiralled into "what kind of yandere would Kalim be" and boyyyy I tried. I don't like the ending too much though. But honestly I feel like even if he was yandere he'd still turn to Jamil, right? They're like overly codependent. Also had way too much fun with the colors.

Masterlist

Kalim knows what love is.

Growing up, he'd been surrounded by a lot—maybe too much of it. From his parents to his siblings, he was spoiled, adored, and loved. He used all that love and poured it into himself like a valve, letting it flow right back to the world from within his body. He loves the sun, the sky, and his family; he loves his friends, the sea, and the wind as it ruffles his hair when he's on a magic carpet ride. He loves you.

Because you're his friend too.

He looks at the page in his notebook. One hour into Trein's lecture, and it's void of actual notes—only your name, little chibi doodles of you, and little hearts surrounding everything. He thinks you're so cute. He's glad that you two are friends and that you're so close with him. He has lots of friends, but you're different. Because you're best friends, like Jamil!

(Jamil denies it sometimes, but he doesn't mind. Jamil is still the closest person to him, even after the whole inky disaster.)

The bell rings, and he sweeps everything from his desk right into his bag. Jamil has basketball practice today, so hey, maybe he can hang out with you! You like hanging out with him, right? A happy tune is on his lips as he walks out of the classroom, his feet leading him towards the first years' classes. Your dismissal for this class was about thirty minutes later than his own, so he sits down on a bench and sways his feet, waiting patiently.

(He memorized your schedule so you guys can hang out more!)

He can't do much while waiting, except for playing on his phone. He sees a picture you'd posted on Magicam yesterday and clicks the like button—it's of the two of you, so he comments with a 'WE LOOK SO GOOODDDD' and saves the image, using it as his screen wallpaper. The background was the amusement park he'd begged you to go to with him, cotton candy swirls in your hands as you stood together with happy smiles. Jamil took the photo, which is great! Because for some reason, even though the two of you are his best friends, he doesn't like the thought of Jamil standing next to you or doing as he did in the picture and feeding you a piece of his cotton candy. Just thinking about it made him upset. He doesn't like feeling upset, so he doesn't want to think about it anymore.

The bell rings, and the freshmen pour out of their classrooms like a swarm of insects. Several Scarabia first-year students greet him, and he smiles in turn, while his ruby-red eyes scan the crowd for your figure.

Too short, too tall, wrong hair color, wrong hair texture—ah!

It's you.

"Y/N!" Kalim all but runs over to you with the widest smile on his face, almost bowling you over to the ground with his hug.

"Kalim!" You smile back just as happily, ignoring Grim, who'd fallen to the ground from your shoulder. Kalim beams brighter when he feels your arms wrap back around him, and he stays still until Ace speaks up.

"Uh, are you guys gonna keep hugging, or can we get going?"

"Right! Y/N, come with me, okay? I wanna show you something." He knows you'll fall for his wide, pleading eyes when he asks the question. As expected, you only nod and follow him, leaving Grim with the two Heartslabyul boys with promises of tuna when you pick him up later.

Kalim holds your hand the whole time as he pulls you back to Scarabia. He listens to how your day went with all 110% of his attention span, letting you finish your story before opening the storage room door. "Huh? What are we doing here, Kalim?" He giggles and runs with you over to one corner. He doesn't like that he has to let go of your hand, but he dives headfirst into the mountain of gold to try and find the thing he's looking for. He pulls a small box out of the pile and collapses to the floor, out of breath. "Uh, are you okay?" You ask, barely holding back your laughter.

"I'm okay!"

He loves seeing you laugh. He thinks you shouldn't hide it.

"So what did you want to show me?"

He stands back up and opens the box. Inside is a gold bracelet with little heart-shaped rubies, the same color as his eyes. "This! I just remembered that my parents sent it with me when I got into NRC. It was my jida's. Do you like it?"

You smile and admire the bracelet.

But you never touch it.

"It's gorgeous, Kalim."

"Great!" He fumbles a little bit as he takes it out of the box, gesturing for your hand. "I'll put it on for you!"

"What? No, I can't accept that, Kalim."

"Please! They told me to give it to an important person, and you're very important to me," he insists. You look at him hesitantly, but still refuse. "That's different, I don't think they mean that kind of important, Kalim."

"Y/N...am I not important to you?"

Finally, finally, you waver and fold. You let him put the bracelet on you. He can't help himself; he intertwines your fingers with his own as he admires the way it sits on your wrist. He can almost imagine the way his own grandmother had worn it in the past. She must've looked beautiful, but he thinks no one could ever compare to you. You two sit down on some random carpet in the store room as he continues to appreciate how it shines on your skin, his thumb subconsciously rubbing circles on your hand. When he looks back at your face to say something, he freezes for a few seconds. 

You're looking at him so...adoringly.

Eyes soft and sweet, like honey is swirling within your irises. Your lips are slightly parted, as if you're hesitating to say something, and your grip on his hand is tightening. He watches you take a deep breath and speak.

"Kalim," you say his name like it's nothing he's ever heard before. "I like you, as more than a friend. No, Kalim, I love you."

And for once, he doesn't know how to respond to this love.

For all the love given to him by his parents, his ancestors, his siblings, his cousins, his human friends, his animal friends—none of it had prepared him to be loved by you, no, not like this. He loves you. But... as a friend.

Right.

Because loving you like that, what would it mean? Would it let you spend more time together or less? Would you smile at him or fight with him more? What does that kind of love entail?

He likes your friendship.

So, "Can't we just stay friends?"

He sees your heart crack from the way you look at him, how you pull away, and how you immediately unclasp the bracelet and put it back in his hands. There are tears streaming down your face and leaving trails down your cheeks as you speak, and your voice is so shaky that he feels so bad for what he said. But he can't take it back. "Okay, I'm, I'm so sorry." You stammer out through choked sobs as you stand up and start to walk away.

"Hey, Y/N!" He tries to go after you, but you break out into a full run before he can do anything.

Maybe he should leave you alone for a while. With all the thoughts in his mind that he can't make sense of at the moment, maybe he needs that alone time just as much as you do.

He sighs.

First Jamil, now you.

(Since when has friendship been so hard?)

The 'alone time' takes at least three days.

By the fourth day, Kalim is ready to be your friend again. He can't handle the awkward glances or seeing your teary eyes just the day after the incident, but he can't leave you forever! You're his best friend, and he wouldn't lose you over this. He'd thought that after giving you some space, you would bounce right back and maybe go on a magic carpet ride with him again.

So...why are you still avoiding him...?

He'd lost sleep over the past three days, lost focus. Jamil had been on his tail about homework and projects. But he's so distracted. Where are you? What are you doing? Are you okay now?

Do you still love him?

He walks over to your cafeteria table, where you're seated with your friends. "Y/N!" He's blocked by a very angry Grim, hissing and all fur standing on end. He's so confused when Ace and Deuce try to get him to leave, when Epel is glaring at him, when Jack is hiding you behind his muscled figure, when Ortho is just quietly scanning him, a strange red laser pointing to his forehead, or when Sebek is yelling at him that you don't want him around.

Do you really...not want him around?

He's pulled away by Jamil when Ortho's eyes start glowing red.

Why are you avoiding him why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why why

He doesn't like it when you avoid him.

Don't avoid him, please.

You're taking longer, more inconvenient routes, if only to steer clear of the path he takes. Your friends guard around you in the cafeteria, and days turn to weeks, and Kalim is...okay.

He's okay.

(Jamil finds him sobbing in his sheets in the middle of the night, crying out your name.)

He's okay when he sees you gradually brightening up again. He's okay when he finds you're slowly talking to him again, but not treating him like a friend. He's super okay and totally fine when he sees you spending more and more of your time with Deuce alone, just the two of you. And he's great when he notices the boy's blushing, awkward movements, similar to what you used to do in Kalim's presence.

Come back to him please Y/N please please please come back why won't you come back he's your best friend right why won't you come back Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N

"Do you like Y/N?"

Kalim's feet are swinging off the edge of the balcony as he leans back on his arms. His gaze stays on the fountain in the middle of the dormitory, clearly lost in thought, before being brought back by Jamil's question. He doesn't need to think twice about his answer. "Of course! They're my best friend too, so it's a little upsetting that they're not hanging out with me anymore."

"No." Jamil rolls his eyes. "More than a friend."

"I don't think so."

"Really?"

Kalim nods.

(It's okay that he wants to be your best friend, your only friend, right?)

"Kalim, let's get this straight, okay? I don't want to see you sulking anymore. You're in love with Y/N." Jamil puts both hands on Kalim's shoulders, stooping a little lower to look him in the eye. "Do you want to be with Y/N all the time? Do you want to touch them? Kiss them, maybe? Do you feel annoyed when you see them with other people? Do you hate the thought of a future without them by your side, like you can't even stand it? Kalim, yes or no, are you in love with Y/N?"

Kalim feels like he's just been dunked in a vat of ice water.

"I love them that way?" he asks softly.

Jamil shakes him lightly. "Imagine you saw Deuce kissing the—"

Oh. Okay. So he loves you after all.

"Kalim!"

He never even noticed the heavy rain that suddenly started after Jamil said those words. It's his magic; he can feel it, but Oasis Maker is out of his control, and he doesn't feel like stopping it. "Sorry Jamil, I just, I can't imagine it." He's crying, why is he crying? Is it because he hates the thought so much that it makes him want to—

You wouldn't kiss Deuce no no you wouldn't you wouldn't why would you kiss him do you like him does he like you have you moved on do you not love Kalim anymore please love love love love love why would you do that don't abandon him he loves you too so please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please

"Jamil?" Kalim holds onto his retainer's wrists. "Do you think...Y/N still loves me?"

"I don't know, Kalim."

"If they don't love me anymore," Kalim smiles, it's a little desperate, but mostly, it's pained. The corners of his lips twitch as his grip on Jamil's wrists tightens. "Will you help them remember how much they love me?”

[popponn]

call you later; 1.

notes: what if you didn't pick up their call? they left a voicemail, in their own ways. characters: isagi yoichi, itoshi sae, seishirou nagi. [ part 2 : rin, bachira ]

isagi yoichi

Probably felt a little bit sad you didn’t pick up. You are probably his first crush��and only, for a long time, maybe, and this boy is committed with capital C when he is into something—so don’t be too hard on him. Like, hey, his #2 after the soccer itself didn’t pick up his phone? Poor guy.

But like the considerate boy off the pitch he is, Yoichi will immediately give you a brief of what he wanted to tell you before leaving the classic note of ‘i will call you again later’. It won’t be overly long, as he prefers to talk to you rather than to the empty void of a voicemail. Or at least he intends so to seem polite and proper, until he stutters and tripped all over his words a little bit. It’s cute though.

All in all, probably one of the most normal guy from Blue Lock, as usual, and whatever sad feelings he had from getting his call not being picked up will be gone the moment he got the chance to talk to you. A little advice, just make sure to actually call him later—knowing you reach out to him as soon as you can will make Mr. Egoist pretty happy.

“Uh, so… are you busy? Wait—you are not picking up of course you are busy…” Yoichi trailed off with a nervous laugh. “But, so, anyway, about our promise to walk around Saitama, I was wondering if your schedule is free this Sunday? I got two weeks off Blue Lock but I kinda want to make sure we can do it as soon as we can, so if anything comes up—ah, but I didn’t mean it in a bad way!”

It took Yoichi a few seconds to gather his composure before he continued, “I mean, uh, yeah, I just want to do it with you soon. I will call you again so we can talk about it later! Work hard, or have a good time! See you!”

itoshi sae

First of all, how dare you. He is famous and probably have people lining up for his number while you get him punching your number and didn’t pick up. Just for that, Sae might throw a tantrum, albeit a silent one.

On a more serious note, he will raise an eyebrow honestly, especially if you are the type to usually answer. But he is pretty independent most of the time, so he will only left a few words on the voice mail. In some occasions, though, when he just calls for the sake of listening to you, he will feel a little bit down. You can cheer him up later—you should, actually. Sometimes talking with Sae requires advanced mind reading technique and when he is a little bit down or pissed you really have to use that skill. Because boy, this guy is pretty constipated emotionally.

So, end notes, just call him real soon, okay? He might act cold and tough but he is also someone whose favorite show is Chibi Maruko-chan. He won’t say much in the voicemail or act like it afterwards, but he might really wait for you to call back, especially if he didn’t hear anything from or about you for a day. Though, honestly, just call him back or answer his next call before five seconds so everyone could be saved from his scathing vocabularies.

“What do you want for dinner? I’m picking you up later,” Sae said without wasting a second. “Hurry up and decide, then call me soon, got it? And in case you are thinking of anything funny, finish whatever you are working on first, then call me as soon as possible.”

For a moment, it was as if he was done. Then, a few beats of silence passed and he continued, “…and honestly… nevermind. Just call me soon.”

nagi seishirou

Yeah, let’s be real—he won’t leave a note and just give up. He willed out energy to call you first and you asked more from him? Wow. The fucking audacity.

But, let’s say, he really really wants to talk to you at the time and is in a really really really good mood—it will be long, if only for the long pauses. He will speaks sparsely, like the personification of bullet notes, as he doesn’t really see the point in talking if you are not really there to begin with. But, at the same time, Nagi Seishirou is also a Blue Lock egoist and he thinks having you listen to his voice note for a long time is not exactly a bad thought.

In the end, though, he really just want to hear your voice, actually. So, sooner or later, he will end the note with a ‘call me soon’ and plays a few games while waiting for you. The guy really need to recharge whatever small battery he has with you, so you really better call back if you don’t want to deal with a pouty Nagi holding a petty grudge for three minutes. And come on, do it for Reo, dude has way too much on his plate already.

“Eh, why are you not picking up?” Seishirou started with a complain, before immediately staying silent for a long time. Clearly on purpose, rather than for trying to remember something. “…I want to talk to you, so call me later, ‘kay?” he continued, in the end. “Choki also misses you by the way. You love Choki, right? So you really better call me back.”

Then, as an afterthought, he added, “Oh, I also have something I want to show you. So, let’s meet up next week. That’s all. Later.”

[xsommeee]

BEAST SKK HEAD CANON~~

Dazai's room is an exact replica of what Mori had in his. Nothing touched everso slightly, he rarely sleeps at night, sits glued to a chair in the corner and states in the dark. Talking to himself at various moments, arguing passionately against tall red drapes. In a Victorian era styled rooms with bedded pillars and purple soft carpet floors. Multiple grim artworks hung on the walls with heavy embellished frames.

If you asked Dazai what the model number written under the gun of a goon who walked past him this morning, he'd tell you with absolute certainty. However he had no idea about the bedding in his room, or the couch, he didn't even know the curtains were red. He simply never looked at them, he only saw the high void like ceiling.

“Comment était votre petit voyage?” Dazai remarked without moving. The room was completely silent before this, a normal person will say there wasn't a person there either.

“Il n’y a jamais de voyage.”

“Then where were you this whole week? Trying on better dog collars?” Dazai says glaring at the other. There was light illuminating a scowling slime face.

Chuuya Nakahara was missing from the Port Mafia quarters, the second in command had performed none of his duties for over two weeks “I need to talk to you, with sincerity” Chuuya breathes in “You- you delivered a box filled with over 200 hearts to the place I was in today.” Chuuya crosses his arms, visibly uncomfortable.

“Two hundred and thirty three for the fourteenth day of you not coming back. The Fibonacci sequence you know, I recognise your love for math and physics.” A horrific grin plastered on Dazai. Chuuya opens his mouth but falls short of words only to get interrupted.

“You wanted to avoid this outcome? I had warned you, Chuuya. You could have filed a leave application instead of disappearing, why didn't you? Did you really think I was bluffing?” “Bastard!” Chuuya grits, “you knew where I was!”

“Yes, and that doesn't excuse your absence.” Dark eyes cut into crystal blue ones. There's a surge of pain in the latter.

“Dazai,” Chuuya walks towards him half bowed with a desperation and uncomeliness he'd never felt. Wildly gesticulating every word and eyes blown wide. He screams, abuses and cries all through the same words and speaks without breathing. “I’ve had nothing, nothing to do for more than six months. I know batshit about whatever you're doing, hell that white hair kid who's been here two days knows more than I. A shitty goon with no use but to die first is more useful than me. Hell Dazai I’d fucking go out there not use my powers and fight like that recruit. But all, all that I do is come to this goddamn building and sit in an office she used to sit in. Watching people I used to know and respect deride me. Spit on me for the traitor I am! You wanted revenge over me not supporting your accession.”

Chuuya fists Dazai’s shirts shaking him with his own trembling body, “You’ve had it. I don't think you could have more. I'd say whatever you want, do whatever you say. Just- just let me peace, some peace. Stop torturing me like this. Like you’re unaware, behaving like this is alright, I’m tired. I’m sick. I’m already crazy! There's nothing left, nothing, nothing, nothing!”

Dazai had gotten up during this tirade, holding the hand fisted in his shirt, rubbing Chuuya's back soothingly with the other. By the end of it a heavy silence ensued. Dazai stared at his eyes brimming with unshed tears.

He started speaking calmly as if Chuuya was upset after seeing a rat get run over by a car. “Shh, don't be like this. Walls have ears, if someone heard chibi right now, you want something to do that's all? If that's it, I want you as my bodyguard. I had proposed it multiple times. You don't need to go anywhere, not the office or meetings, just stay.”

“Stay with you?” Chuuya murmurs under his breath. Dazai moves in closer, pushing Chuuya into his chest, trapping him with his arms. A dark room with two figures towered inward, they're two worlds colliding, obliterating each other.

From an outsider's perspective the Port Mafia's boss and his second in command are such dynamically different people. A different species altogether Osamu Dazai with his cold antipathic gaze, he can scare people with his mere presence in a room silent, still and unfeeling. There is anger in him too, unlike what appearance states, but it is reasonable and calculated, a white freezing fire. Chuuya Nakahara on the other hand is scalding hot, even to Dazai, burning himself from within like an amber ignited orange and red. He is simplehearted and straightforward to most, nevertheless complexities lay buried deep within him, in their presence he begins to think of everything as an act, a heinous disgusting lie. Dazai pokes that part of him, a place where they align the most perfectly in his eyes.

Dazai smashes his lips over Chuuya's, holding his nape in his hand to bend him up. The energy that possesses him while doing this however leaves him instantly, he backs just a little but their lips still touch, feeling each other's breaths fan over.

A few tense moments pass like that. Dazai stirs first, he knows the reason why Chuuya wants to leave. He moves backwards with such slowness as if moving away is excruciatingly painful. Chuuya doesn't let him move too much though, kissing Dazai full and tender, breaking it at times to look into his dilated eyes as if to read some unknown secret. Dazai holds him tighter than a drowning man stuck in a storm with only a log to float.

Read the rest here? Idk I really like this fic, like really I hope people read it, I'd write like one chapter more :

[okopocoh]

what are your favourite /least favourite games??

Hmmm long answers

Favorite is probably Chibi Robo. It's silly, whimsical, and full of adventure. It's actually really hard to pick a favorite, there's so many games I like. But Chibi Robo really stands out. I think it got me really interested in drawing as a means of expressing myself-- I used to have a ''video game diary'' where I would draw what happened in the games I played that day. Naturally, Mr. Robo was everywhere. I like games with cartoonish visuals and big worlds to explore.

EDIT: I replayed both Chibi Robo and Chulip recently, and I think Chulip is actually my favorite game. It perfectly encompasses this atmospheric weirdness and playful realism that I wish more games explored. Plus it's genuinely challenging (oftentimes by accident). In a few years, my favorite games will probably be ones that I make myself, because I try to tailor them specifically to my interests

Honestly, any game by people from the former Love-de-Lic crew, namely Moon: Remix RPG, Chulip, and Little Kings Story.

All of their games have a lot of very specific things in common -- a day/night cycle, themes of gathering love and happiness, and vibrant character designs. The worlds just feel lived in. They're imperfect, almost childlike, and a little scary at times. But there's care in there, so much of it. They feel like a homemade meal.

Final verdict: Good👍

Least favorite easy, it's Hello Neighbor. I did like the 2016-2017 pre-alpha/alpha builds well enough, because it felt like a sandbox of sorts. Nothing was defined about the story or characters, so you could kind of interpret whatever you wanted. Honestly the final game looked like a hilariously glitch-y mess. IDK much about it in general, I think there's a sequel now, or something...? I miss the pre-alpha build, when my friends and I thought it was gonna be a burglar simulator. We used to play a game within the game that we called "Chair Quest" where we would steal chairs out of the guys house and try to break the AI over and over.

Final verdict: Let it die

Other least favorite is the Yo! Noid NES game, but that comes from a place of love more than anything else. I dislike it in an affectionate way. Play on an emulator, and use save states.

Speaking of the Noid, another one of his games that fascinates me is this one. Or this version. They're both bad. For GOOD Noid games, look no further than Yo! Noid 2: Enter the Void. Thank you for your ask

[nomsfaultau]

Daily ask №16!

A mashup of random questions edition!

I've seen screenshots from a discord server with all of the fault characters in your posts. Is it like a private rp server where you roleplay? Do you roleplay with friends? Am confusion

What is each character's and yours favourite weather?

Headcanoning that Evil english would just be slang. From all centuries combined. So like. "Hii, how goes't doing? We sh0ulda sl@y on dis mew1ng rendezvous cuz YOLO n me fam iz gonna bee there. Omg did ya 1nv1te that anti-skibidi loose woman with negative rizz 2?? Damn, ur a real hater." (Hi, how is it going? We should try our best at this gym session because you only live once and my friends are going to be there. Oh my god, did you invite that childish ugly prostitute too? Wow, you are a real asshole.). Like, can you just imagine Wilbur actually speaking like that? Just.. casually? Sounds great to me. (I dare you to try and write a sentence in that style.)

Which any characters from Fault would you want to have as plushies? What types of plushies would they bee, do you think? (Tommy as a weighted plushie because of that drawing on him sleeping on Phil and them both being in denial about his size?)

Are you going to participate in the artfight this year? If yes, then account link maybe?

1.It’s from a small scp server with irl friends. The plot lines were crazy. It’s been dead for over a year, but I’m the funniest guy alive and wanted to share the highlights.

2. I personally like the wtnv weather, and thunderstorms. Tubbo hates rain and wind and cold for bee reasons. Actually I think all of them hate the rain, Tommy gets worried about contamination, The Blade takes forever to dry and smells awful, Wilbur rarely had a roof over his head. Phil’s probably fine since he can just evaporate it and has nice wings for umbrellas. But he personally likes when it’s scorching, since he likes sunning himself like a lil lizard. The Blade likes the wind, how it ruffles through his fur and allows him to smell really far which is good if Foundation goons are coming. Wilbur goes for overcast days, since too bright can sometimes limit the effectiveness of the void. Also a very slight wind, not too much to move its hair from blocking the void but also enough that movements beneath can be handwaved as a breeze. Tommy prefers colder weather, since he wears sleeves a lot.

3. Oh God. Yes I think Wilbur could deffo speak like that, since I think a component is distinguishing between modern and archaic terms since otherwise it would have a very different speech pattern. Wilbur would know what skibidi means even if I don’t. Let’s see.  

“Okay bit of a red flag but an oomfie of mine was rbing from someone who’s moots with the F*und@t10n. Like do they NOT know they’re my opps w straight up ohio level rizz ifkyk. Kinda sus ngl. I’m going to unal1ve them since I’m in my villain era and quirky like that.”

Poor Phil is completely and utterly lost. Tubbo could keep up a little because they have grandkids.

4.I want a The Blade plush sooo much. So incredibly fluffy. I think he’s one of the reversible plushies where the other form is a blood splattered Blood God. Tommy should be a little chibi head with the weight to it so kids can chuck him at each other and get in trouble with their mom. Tubbo too and they have little charms attached, like some bees and little representations for the Hive. Phil is in dragon form, super long, and has a wire so you can position him in loops and what not. Wilbur is frowning in a cute way and the void is a pocket where you can store snacks and whatnot. 

5. I’m not really sure what art fight is! :D

[nijigasakilove]

So ends one of the biggest surprises of the year so far. Absolutely loved this show. Blew all my expectations out the water. Lloyd was amazing and his supporting cast was just as good. Story just got started at the end and unlike 95 percent of other seasonals who do that, we’re getting a continuation LETS GOOO. Got a little emotional at the end of this one!

Everyone a demon till a real demon show up. Lloyd absolutely wrecked Guisarme and it was just as satisfying as I prayed. It wasn’t enough for Lloyd to just beat him. With everything Guisarme has done and all the shit he’s talked, I needed him to be thoroughly defeated mentally as well. To see that his magic he thought so highly of was nothing in the face of Lloyd.

His secret weapon being nothing more than a science experiment had tried ages ago was hilarious and using the void to defeat him was perfect. God seeing that smirk gradually come off his face was so satisfying.

I wish they had an asspull to bring Jade back, but at the same time fully respect keeping him dead and having him help Lloyd with the shadow wolf spell transcription. Beautiful moment really. Plus it symbolises a new beginning for the assassins guild

Speaking of which, Albert and Lloyd’s convo is what really got me emotional man. Lloyd didn’t even hesitate in taking the guild on as retainers. That combined with Ren’s flashback to Jade putting all his hope in Lloyd was just a gut punch. He was right all along and his friends will certainly be taken care of.

Poor Tao showing up late and then getting tea dumped on her by Sylpha 💀I love how the show utilises the chibi art style for comedic effect.

I know he told them to be casual, but damn Talia already making moves on Albert. I can tell she’s gonna be great in s2!

Other emotional bit was Lloyd telling Ren to use her poison for good and become a medicine maker. So many people have shunned her and told her how cursed she is, but that could be used as a blessing.. just happy for all of the “blighted” getting another chance at life.

Amazing finale. Amazing seasonal. Season 2 will feed the streets.

Review https://myanimelist.net/reviews.php?id=527889

[ivlymonii]

Beyond What the Lights Could Offer - Chapter 1

Soukoku Kowloon Walled City 1980s Filmmakers AU. Prepare thyself for agonisingly slow updates, a lot of references towards Hong Kong and me screaming into the void.

original fic link on AO3 (by yours truly): Beyond What the Lights Could Offer by Lemon(ivlenyxx)

May 14th 2023, 29 years, 10 months since the release of Stray Dogs.

“Nakahara-san, Dazai-dan, nearly 30 years have passed since the release of the hit movie ‘Stray Dogs’,” the interviewer says with a smile. “It has grossed over 800 million USD at the box office and many consider it a classic. Many fans have wondered ‘Just what is the story behind the film?’. Now that’s a question that’s been asked for nearly thirty years now, so we beg of you,” she claps her hands together to form a prayer gesture and bows her head. “What exactly is the story behind Stray Dogs?”

The pair sitting opposite her both chuckle, amused. 

“Alright, alright. Since it’s nearly the 30th anniversary, we’ll tell you.” the man in the fedora answers.

Nakahara Chuuya, age 52, executive producer of “Stray Dogs”, sits up straighter as he ponders the question, combing through his faded copper hair with his hand; his partner, Dazai Osamu, age 51, director of “Stray Dogs”, smirks slightly, wrinkles spreading across his face. “Come on, Chibi, can’t keep our fans waiting,” he nods towards the interviewer and the TV crew across from them. “Unless the Great Nakahara Chuuya is getting slow in his old age.” he teases, leaning over Chuuya’s neck.

Nakahara noticeably bristles under his partner’s breath, that discomfort quickly morphs into annoyance and reaches its stunning conclusion as Chuuya grabs Dazai’s collar. “I swear to God, you shitty mackerel-” he snaps as the other man whines and wallows dramatically under his grip. “We’re the same age! I can’t take a moment to think?!-”

“No! Oh no! Chuuya is attacking me!” Dazai exclaims and yaps, notes of fake panic and amusement dripping from his voice. (The interviewer sits awkwardly in silence while the rest of the crew whisper amongst themselves) “My God, this is marital violence!” He throws up his arms (making sure to flash a gold wedding band at the camera) and easily overpowers his dear Chibi, shoving him onto the far end of the couch before redirecting his attention to the interviewer, the poor unfortunate soul bearing witness to Nakahara making grabby hands at Dazai while the latter holds him off with a hand in his face. “It goes a little something like this…” 

April 29th 1986, 8 years before the release of Stray Dogs.

Chuuya’s not exactly sure how he ended up here, but okay.

The red light floods the crowded, 40 square foot room, Chuuya’s eyes hurt from the strobing lights;Chuuya’s ears are bleeding from the music blasting through the crackling radio.

Oh second thought, not okay. Chuuya wants to leave. 

He puts down the half finished glass of cheap whiskey before manoeuvring his way through mountains and seas of people dancing to the beat of something that just came on. (something American, he doesn’t want to know) The red lights continue to pull assassination attempts on his eyes, which is only made worse by the pixelated screens displaying images of half naked men and women “available” in this cursed brothel-nightclub hybrid. The two dozen people making out in every direction doesn’t help either. 

If there was such a thing as unsee juice in this world, Chuuya would like 10 litres of it, please. 

Finally, Chuuya makes it out of the brothel-nightclub, (thankfully in one piece) he looks back at the bouncer, who doesn’t even spare him a glance. Hell, he didn’t even ask him for any form of ID, despite him obviously being underaged. His short stature speaks for itself.

Guess that’s Kowloon Walled City for ya. 

Chuuya makes his way through the interconnected hallways, counting and reading the posters plastered all over the place. 1, 2, 3, 4… 28. He thinks half of them are advertising stuff for the Port Mafia Gang. Interesting. He’d heard of them, of course. The most powerful underground organisation of the Walled City, operating in the dark (well, as dark as the City of Darkness could get) or even beyond. He’d heard rumours of them stretching all the way to Lantau Island and the Shatin District. Hell, even Cheung Chau’s underworld carries traces of their interference! 

Not that he’s ever personally been down there, of course. The underworld, he means.

Chuuya kicks at his feet as he makes his way up to the rooftop of the building, the gate creaks agreeably every time he pushes it and it returns to its original position with a pleasant clang! He squeezes his way through the drying sheets, careful not to bump into them in his dirty clothes, and legs it across a huge pile of scrap. At last, he reaches the edge of the rooftop and leans on the railing, taking in the sight of the City in the middle of the night. There are still a few lights on at this hour, not counting the establishments of the night, aka the opium traders, nightclubs, gambling dens, makeshift casinos etc etc. He spies one on the far left, the light of the balcony flickers in a way that reminds him of moths flapping their wings, and under the light is a boy his age with black hair and a bandage over his right eye, teetering back and forth on his feet, fingers gripping tight on the handrail. His eyes are downturned, expression blank.

What a weirdo. Chuuya thinks. He turns away to light a cigarette and takes a long drag. The next time he looks, the light is off, the boy is gone. 

He can’t help but feel disappointed, somehow. 

Chuuya shrugs off the feeling and takes another drag of the cigarette, looking straight ahead, beyond the Walled City, at the Kai Tak Airport. Planes take off and land dangerously close to the buildings nearby, another few soar mere metres above Chuuya’s head, their loud, rumbling engines sing a comforting tune to accompany the city’s orchestra of dripping air-cons and creaky pipes down below.

It’s as beautiful as ever.

One of these days, I’m getting outta here. He vows, before putting out the cigarette and flicking it off the roof. 

He doesn’t know how many hours have passed, only that this is the perfect way to celebrate his fifteenth birthday.  

Chuuya continues to admire the view of the Kowloon Bay, occasionally glancing over to Victoria Harbour for a glimpse of its colourful and lively skyline. The best part about this corner of Kowloon Walled City? It contains the tallest building. One can pretty much see everything within a 20 km radius, and if one’s lucky, the clouds’ll part for the stars, and even the shortest, most 150-centimetre-ed of people could enjoy their glory.

He reaches for the radio beside him, switching between channels until he finds one that plays something that suits his favour. 

It ends up being an English channel, playing something from a new writer from America. 

“Now playing: The Tell-Tale Heart, by Edgar Allan Poe,” the presenter states calmly, before a low and unsettling voice takes its place, narrating the tale of an insane man who murdered his elderly housemate. 

Chuuya listens absent-mindedly as he lights another cigarette and continues to watch over the Walled City, his position giving him a handy bird’s-eye view over everything else. More lights have switched on, the opium dens are starting to close, the bars and brothels are chasing people out like a restaurant owner at animals like you see in movies or it’s 20-something A.D. and they have leprosy. Must be nearly morning. 

Oh shit it’s nearly morning. 

His eyes widen as he catches the faint blue ring of the sun rising over the horizon and slowly but surely evolve into a blinding orange light that pours over the Sai Kung District to the east, then to the Uni of Sci and Tech, to Tseung Kwan O- Chuuya throws his cigarette over the railing for the second time before shutting off the radio and making a mad dash for the gate, legging it over the scrap, nimbly contorting his body to avoid touching the sheets, before finally bolting down the stairs and out of the building. He passes the town square - a relic from the Walled City’s past as a Song Dynasty military outpost - and nearly slams straight into a bunch of bakbaks and popos doing taichi. A couple of them yell at him for his insolence. He zips his way through alleyways full of drunkards and shakes off a madman trying to gut him with a knife, (it’s the Walled City, he’s seen worse) he looks up for a split second and stops in his tracks.

He can see the sky from here.

The small slit of bright, warm blue peeks out amongst the mess of pipes and haphazardly built roofs, the clouds dance across it in pinks, soft oranges and light yellows. Chuuya stares up at that beautiful sight through the gap, the City has never been this generous before, the most daylight he ever got to see was approximately none, except for when he headed out of the Walled City every few months to run for supplies that the Triads couldn’t access. 

Chuuya looks around for a landmark that he can bookmark into his memory, and spots another one of the Port Mafia Gang’s posters on the wall to his left. 

He sighs. That oughta do. And so the poster enters his mind. 

He allows himself several more minutes of staring at the sky before booking it back home, he just hopes that Shirase and Yuan won’t be too pissed.

Unbeknownst to him, a boy with jet black hair and bandages all over has been looking at him through a window for a while now. 

[gh0vlz]

⌑ So I’m following the map that leads to you… ⌑

Minor swearing, Mafia Dazai and Chuuya, slight ooc for personality and perspective’s sake, angst.

The world was silent, the black void of sky twinkling with tiny lights, gleaming playfully in the young of night. The world was dead, quiet from the usual sounds of the day.

Two figures sat on the grass, unmoving, not speaking, silent. That was how it usually was, silent that is, basking in the presence of the other, relaxing and winding down from the stresses of daily life. One could even call it calming if they squinted.

But nothing could ever be considered peaceful, not in the city of Yokohama, where crime ran rampant. Not in the mafia. Chaos was always around the bend, death a constant in their lives and the lives of many others.

Dazai’s world had always been bleak, empty and devoid of life. He saw everything in black and white, though the concepts of good and evil never seemed to matter much to him, he didn’t care what was black and what was white.

His world was dim and boring, having no purpose to keep moving forward. At least, not until Chuuya came crashing into his life, filling his black and white world with fiery shades of red and orange.

It had all happened so suddenly as Chuuya had, quite literally, crashed into his life. Though Dazai couldn’t lie to himself and say it was entirely unexpected, he had carefully calculated everything.

What hadn’t been anticipated were the feelings that came with being around Chuuya.

Life now, at least, felt a little more interesting to him, exciting even. Maybe just one more reason to haul himself out of bed in the morning, one more reason to continue on living, all just to see the only person he could care for. His companion, his partner, his friend.

—

“Oi! Shitty Mackerel!”

Chuuya’s voice cut through his thoughts like a searing blade, hot and burning through his mind, leaving his mind so sweetly empty, forcing him back into reality. He turned his head, eyes focusing on blazing orange hair.

“Well fuck, finally! Thought maybe you finally died while sitting there, dumbass.”

A smile formed on Dazai’s lips, short lived, but an evident enough reaction. To anyone else, Chuuya’s words would have been biting and cruel, offensive. But Dazai could see through it, straight through his Chibi. He was worried.

“Ah~ such a shame, really. Too bad it didn’t really happen, what I wouldn’t give to die!”

Dazai’s voice was filled with feigned disappointment, exhaling a heavy sigh to drive his act home, garnering only a frustrated huff from his counterpart and angered words.

“Why you-!”

A harsh retort on Chuuya’s lips was quickly and abruptly cut off, his mouth hanging open for a few moments before his jaw audibly snapped shut, turning to look away. Anywhere but at Dazai.

Normally, Chuuya was so upfront with him, expressing his frustrations clearly even if usually through actions rather than words. But the sudden change in the other’s demeanor had caught Dazai’s attention. His Chibi had something on his mind.

A terrifying notion.

“Hmm? What is my dog thinking about? Dogs really shouldn’t think, you know. They should be down on the ground licking their master’s fee-“

Words cut off by a sharp smack upside the head, Chuuya glaring at him, though the actions held no real malice or anger, Dazai knew better than to believe otherwise.

“Ahhh, I hate pain!! Chibi is so mean!”

Dazai complained loudly, screeching and pouting dejectedly at Chuuya, who no longer looked so upset as much as he did annoyed by Dazai’s loud squawking.

Once his complaining ceased, the world fell silent once more, no longer filled by their bickering, just silent. Everything felt more tense than it had before, an air of worry seeming to hang over the both of them, though both for entirely different reasons.

It had been no longer than a few moments, but it had felt like an eternity.

“…I’m not actually human, you know. Why do you still stick around someone- no, someTHING like me?”

Insecurity and vulnerability, Dazai couldn’t say he was an expert in dealing with either, bottling is own up until he could no longer feel them. If he couldn’t feel them, they didn’t exist. His feelings didn’t matter as long as he kept them to himself. That was his philosophy at least.

But this was about Chuuya. Something felt so close and intimate about the whole thing, the person closest to him showing a side of him that was so raw and unfiltered that Dazai almost found himself wanting to see more. To study this side of Chuuya that was so utterly him and no one else.

But he didn’t.

“It’s not a matter of why. I do what I want simply because I can.”

The words felt foreign on his tongue, the act of comforting another completely alien to him. He had never worried much about calming someone down or soothing their worries, but, for Chuuya, he would try.

“After all, how could strings of code posses enough humanity to have such a personality that I detest as passionately as yours?”

The remark sounded snide and playful, light and airy as he spoke them, but it seemed to be exactly what Chuuya needed to hear. Smiles bloomed on each of their faces, basking in the quiet once more.

Of course, Dazai always knew what Chuuya needed, whether he had the ability to provide it or not, he always knew. They were partners after all.

“Stupid Mackerel.”

An insult surely, but it was spoken with such fondness and appreciation, even sounding sentimental, concepts that Dazai knew Chuuya couldn’t express openly to him, nor could he in return. Insults were all they had, but it worked for them.

There was nothing left to say, not when they understood each other so well.

—

Shitty Dazai had actually left the mafia, leaving everyone behind without so much as a word, just disappearing without a trace. Left Chuuya with a wrecked car, ruined pride, and a broken heart.

He opened a bottle of his finest wine that night, drinking his pains and sorrows away, drowning his memories with the bastard. He went from pouring glass after glass to drinking straight from the bottle.

Chuuya didn’t care that Dazai had left the mafia, maybe that was for the best, it wasn’t that. It was the fact that Dazai didn’t see him as important at enough to at least say goodbye… to offer to bring him with.

He would’ve followed him to the ends of the earth, walked beside him. He would’ve done it all in an instant.

But Dazai didn’t care for Chuuya anymore, leaving him questioning if he ever had in the first place. At least, this was the conclusion his impaired mind, drunken body, and broken heart had all come to.

The night passed in a blur of heavy intoxication and broken furniture. And if Chuuya cried, well, there was no one around to know.

[daintymayhem]

I could've sworn I added more context but I think I forgot. My bad.

There are people frequently mentioned on this blog that haven't done anything wrong except do Neurodivergent shit and are then called gross, weird, and annoying for it. It feels like you people ran out of actually problematic people to complain about and now shame ND people for what they can't control. Like that Lucien person or Vinny.

And it's not even just ND people you complain about. (Not you as in you specifically, Mod Croc, just in general). You complain about people like Pru being able to make a living off of their art. You complain about people's art styles like you're expecting everyone to draw like hyanna. And even I'm guilty of it, like, fuck, I'm complaining right now! And maybe I'm stupid, maybe I'm being illogical, but you people act like close-minded brainlets and it pisses me off. If you hate the species so fucking much, then just fucking leave? It's not that hard. And it goes both ways. Prucucks suck, and so do chronically online neets.

This turned into a rant, thank you for coming to my TED talk. Good day, and if I don't like you, kindly fuck yourself.

I appreciate the context now let's go down this line

I don't speak for what other people say, however As I do run this blog I will set a few things straight here. Being ND doesn't mean your actions are without consequence. Vinny is just in general a very cruel and mean person and plenty of people have had bad experiences with them, including me. And the first thing that comes to mind with Lucien is that he's literally tried to redesign a brown dainty to make them white, and only fixed it once he was called out on this blog. I will however start vetting asks more closely about whether or not a post is just complaining about someone exhibiting neurodivergent traits.

Your point about "not wanting people to make money off of art" however is completely null and void since you brought pajuxi into this. Pajuxi makes THOUSANDS of dollars by doing literally nothing but sending invoices. She's NOT using her art. She pulls a random number of slots out of her ass and charges people 35$ for a thing that doesn't exist. And she makes sure that slots are limited so people are constantly on the hunt for them. Her adopts outside of dainties barely sell because dainties is just a popular namebrand. That namebrand is why she can make her mods create a set of chibi base adopts that sell for 70$ each.If she dropped dainties right now and just started selling adopts i would support her 100%. However myo slots are a predatory scam, and that's where she makes her primary income. I do want people to make money off their art, key word being, THEIR ART. Not a magical permission slip that doesn't even exist. I am an artist myself. Seeing people managing to sell some of the lowest effort adopts I've ever seen just because it's a namebrand is what has stopped me from selling any of my own adopts. People don't want my stuff because it's not a fancy namebrand. So next time you want to complain that people are awful for "not wanting pajuxi to make money off her art" I want you to think about all the artists who can't sell shit because people like pru have popularized closed species, exclusivity, and general gatekeeping to incredibly unoriginal ideas.

While it has happened in the past, I discourage people talking about people's art quality and delete posts that are just making fun of people's art.

Also people are allowed to speak out about a community they're in. This idea of "can't say anything bad about this species because I'm in it" is stupid. Criticism and complaints are how change is made. Let people be unhappy with the circumstances. Like you coming to a blog meant for complaining about dainties and complaining about people complaining about dainties.

I also hope you have a good day, however if you send another message with something as aggressive as "go fuck yourself" in it, i will delete it. I would appreciate it if you tried to stay civil :)

[spinsterwolf]

Something so heartwarming about seeing a mutual reblog something from you right after you reblogged/posted it. Like Hi Friend you’re here we’re here at the same time, hi!!!!

[kcciny]

Working on my commission sheet aka creating more Goetia content!!! (eventually merch...this would suit for a keychain-)

[chibidudecosplay]

Hnng someday I will do a really cute and self-indulgent CloTi photoshoot. Someday.

[dindjarindiaries]

Serendipity - Preview

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summary: You and the Mandalorian have never been friends. Constantly competing for the title of the best bounty hunter in the parsec, you’ve never been on the same team, instead seeking glory for yourselves and dreaming of taking each other out on the way.

But then, the Mandalorian does something you could never expect—and you’re the only one who can help him.

pairing: din djarin (the mandalorian) x f!reader

preview

This is supposed to be your job.

All it takes are the turning heads of those around you to realize who’s just entered the cantina. You curse under your breath and tighten your grip on the drink you haven’t even started nursing. Each sound of his spur is a scrape of a knife against your patience, wearing it down more and more until your knuckles are turning white around the cup. You force yourself to take a deep breath and relax your arm, refusing to show him how his presence has affected you—unlike the others who sit in this cantina.

But then the glimmer of light reflecting off the beskar of his helmet catches the corner of your eye and you realize he’s standing right beside you.

“Mando.” Your greeting is curt, unfriendly, and hopefully as sharp as the vibroblade tucked on your belt. You refuse to give him a glance, instead lifting your cup to your lips as you finally drink its strong contents. “I figure you’re not here for a drink.”

The Mandalorian doesn’t say anything just yet. Instead, you watch his gloved fingers flex on the bar counter from your peripherals, as if his every movement is calculated. When he speaks, the modulated voice is as low and gruff as ever, void of any emotion. “Neither are you.”

You raise an eyebrow, still refusing to look over at him as you take another sip. “Are you so sure about that?” Mando doesn’t answer, instead continuing to flex his hand as his helmet peers around. You let out a sigh as you hold the cup between your hands. “They’re not here—at least, not yet.”

“I didn’t ask.”

You scoff. “You wouldn’t have stood next to me if you didn’t want to know.”

“I wouldn’t have stood next to you if it wasn’t the only spot along the counter that was open.”

You roll your eyes, tightening your hold on the cup again as you try not to get into a petty argument with the man yet again. Too many times, he’s used it to his advantage, distracting you enough to go after the bounty before you even get a chance. This quarry will be yours, no matter what he tries to pull. “You just like to throw me off.”

You can see Mando’s head tilt slightly to the side as a gloved hand checks something on his vambrace. “If the shoe fits.”

With a snarl under your breath, you look to the tracking fob hooked on your belt, watching it beep in the same rhythm it has for the past half-hour you’ve already been here. You’re not sure how you and Mando keep ending up with the same commissions—but you know that you’re tired of only getting half of what you’ve been promised. You never split a reward; you fight until someone wins it all. But if you’d gotten to have all those quarries to yourself, your fortune would be doubled.

Often, you wonder what one of his kind’s doing in the Bounty Hunter’s Guild, rather than steaming in a dead heap on the soils of Mandalore.

Your thoughts are interrupted by the simultaneous sound of rapid beeping coming from both your tracking fobs. You look over at the Mandalorian sharply, watching as his own helmet looks down to the fob on his belt. Over your shoulder, you can see the bounty standing by the door, having just walked in and sat down with a buddy. You and Mando share a quick glance and you narrow your eyes as you stare him down.

You wouldn’t dare, your gaze warns him.

Try me, the slight tilt of his helmet taunts back at you.

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[youarejesting]

Limited Edition. So Far Away

[FULL MASTERLIST] [Limited Edition Master list]

Beta: N/A Rating: All audiences Genre: Fantasy, Comedy, Fluffy Fluff, Adventure. Pairing: Bts x Friend!Reader Words: 1.4K

Summary: It is your first time buying proper merchandise, there are new chibi figurines and the first person to order will recieve a limited edition set. But what happens when BTS have gone missing without a trace and a few days later you receive your package. The box says congratulations, you open to find your limited edition figures, they look so lifelike. OH WAIT! it’s cause they are.

Returning home was quiet, absolutely no stress about little men being seen. Even going through customs was a breeze. You felt like you had succeeded but in what you were not sure. The boys had shown you around Seoul for a week before you had to return home. 

You didn’t miss them, at least not yet. But when you opened the door to your home, it felt almost empty. You walked into the house and heard a shuffling. “Who is there?” you said thinking perhaps it was Jungkook or Seokjin raiding the cupboards again

“Hey best friend” A wave of disappointment washed over you. “where have you been?”

“Oh…” You shrugged “Around”

Walking dejectedly to your room, you went to unpack your suitcase and saw the dollhouse. “It hurt a lot to see it without them in it. You placed it on your desk. Before promptly face planting your bed and crying softly. 

The days passed, you went back to your university and you started working on assignments and keeping busy with lectures and tutorials. You spent your time filling the void of loneliness and you never had the heart to throw away the dollhouse.

Just when things started to look better, you remembered them when they were Tiny. Rocking out to Mic Drop and Yoongi’s little hand gestures as he rapped.

Or on days you caught a glimpse of the boys on run bts or alive you would remember how they were when they had transformed back.

“How does it feel being the small one?” Namjoon grinned looking over you trying to be intimidating. News flash he wasn’t after seeing him reduced to the size of your hand with dimples and two left feet. That man couldn’t scare you. So why did you cower slightly? It was probably because you were weirded out by the sudden height change.

“It is odd” You muttered “I am used to you all being so small and adorable and needing my help and just generally being cute. But now…”

“Now we are sexy and manly and big and strong” Jimin puffed his chest making Jungkook and Taehyung laugh. 

“You can admit it we are beautiful,” Seokjin said 

One night you hid it in your closet thinking that maybe it was best to forget it all like it was all a dream. But it wasn’t. They would pop up with another live stream smiling and dropping little hints as if hoping you were watching.

“We really enjoy the Tiny Tan animation videos going around and we are planning to contact the artist and work with them, to create something” Hoseok grinned

You hadn’t left your bed in days hoping that you would soon forget that one day you would wake with no memory of the boys. But the notifications on your videos brought you back to the present. 

Life had gone from bad too worse everything was going wrong; family, friends, job, and school work. 

Your friends alienated you because you didn’t have time for you anymore so they stopped inviting you to things. Your parents continued their usual. 

“you're wasting your life and you aren’t doing anything”  “What’s the point of us paying for your college?”  “When will you get a job?”

You were sick of their complaining and just everything screaming at you, you were unhappy truly. 

Walking through the front door you see your friends all getting ready to go out and they went quiet looking around awkwardly. 

Dropping your bag and taking off your shoes you received a call, “Good afternoon this is Y/n speaking” you looked in the fridge for something to eat. 

“Hello miss Y/n this is Sejin,” Sejin introduced himself “I am calling to offer you flights to Korea for a week, the boys are feeling quite down and they mentioned wanting to see you” “Is it okay if I think about it and get back to you?” “Of course” 

You just walked past your friends hearing a few whispered comments about yourself. Exhausted stepping into your room you flipped back on your bed staring holes at your cupboard. 

Unable to hold back any longer you, opened the door and took the dollhouse from the top shelf and placed it on your desk. You opened the front panel and inside you saw a full-sized letter. It was obvious they had snuck it in your bag before you left Korea. 

“Dear Y/n, we were not the best guests in your home. We are sorry for making you cry. We all hope to meet you once again. Namjoon”  they had each written a tiny little message underneath with similar messages. 

“If you ever miss my handsome face, come see us, also I need someone to make me those delicious snacks you make TT visit again soon, Jin”

“I would like you to know I will cherish the memories and photos we took together, Jimin”

“I hope you always feel welcome to visit, Taehyung”

“Whenever I feel down I will think back to the times we had together, your hope”

“I don’t like to play favorites but you are my favorite Army. You made me so happy and treated us like people, Jungkook”

You couldn’t help the tears that fell especially when you saw Yoongi’s comment. “What is keeping you there? You are miserable. Come join BigHit and take any position you wish. I am just being selfish and rude because you are leaving, Yoongi”

Taking out your suitcase you shoved everything inside, clothes shoes and looking around, was there anything else you needed or wanted to bring. 

You took your computer external justice, all your paperwork, and zipped up your suitcase. Calling Sejin back. 

“Actually Sejin does the offer still stand that I can get a job in Korea?” You said rolling out to the kitchen opening the fridge and grabbing a bottle of water and some fruit.  “Well that’s the other reason why we were calling you back, Mr. Bang really wants to offer you a job” “Listen I will take it, is it too much of a bother to ask for a place to stay?”

“Of course we can find you a small apartment,” Sejin said “you would work as an assistant manager so you would work with me if you want you can have any job you would like,” he said and the girls were looking at you.  “What’s the earliest flight you can get me there? I am packed and ready to go as we speak?”

“I can get you on the next available flight. How far are you away from the airport?” “An hour?” “I can get you a plane in two hours?” “Perfect I will be there” 

Hanging up you felt a sense of relief “I’m leaving my parents will grab my stuff, so please do not stress. Our lease is up in a month so I will pay it out” 

“Where are you going?” Your roommate asked hugging you

“Korea, I got a job a house and a few friends that I miss dearly” you hugged all your friends and sighed “I have been miserable after they left and I don’t think I can live without them”

“Good luck and have fun” 

“Listen I will call you, I will keep in touch and if you ever want to come see Korea hit me up” you grinned “I am sorry for ghosting you all because I was sad but I think this is what I need”

With your bag in tow, you took a taxi to the airport and boarded the next plane to Korea, the whole way you were watching over the videos you and the boys recorded together. 

Getting a notification for a new Live you watched it happily. The boys were talking about things being slow and they wish they could see their Army and perform. 

Namjoon received a text and read it silently before grinning wildly. “I got a message from manager-nim” he grinned, showing the others his cell phone and they all grinned. 

“Here to Korea?” Taehyung asked excitedly 

“Yes and permanently” Yoongi read the text. “As Sejin’s assistant manager”

The comments were going off, “Army we have a new assistant manager please be kind they are a wonderful person who took care of us and brought us back to Korea when we had gone missing”

Jimin read the comments with a laugh. “SAM, SAM, SAM? Why do they keep saying three? What does that mean? Three?”

“Saviour Assistant Manager” Hoseok read over his shoulder laughing.

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Speaking of Shades, can we get some Shade appreciation up in here👁👁

I gave them all names >:3 and I made 2 new ones last year because he already has so many different ones, he'd probably have more we didn't see, or get more in later years. The nightcrawler shades were a joke for rp and I love them too much. I didn't include the Jellyfish shade(1st pic) in the last picture with the names cuz its far too large(the 1st pic is it as a chibi), but that's a wiki given name I believe. ( Whether it was fandom or official, I like the name regardless. It's adorable)

The blue/purple soul meeting the Shade solider is one of Zeros from his void pocket dimension

CAN YOU TELL I A D O R E SHADES?