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not-goldy · 11 months

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Not your followers thinking Jimin doesn't need to be big star also. Are they even sane ??? EACH AND EVERY MEMBER IN BTS IS AMBITIOUS AF, ESPECIALLY JM. But unlike JK, JM is not airhead to keep on saying he want to be next big thing, want to be seen as this het fuckboy who only sings about sex to be seen as mature, want to be one and only kpop star to do so bla bla bla all while not lifting a pen to write songs, won't have streams and sales without a 938397328 versions and all that mediaplay from company. Or atleast the bare minimum hold a mic properly and talk/sing without fidgeting and embarrassing yourself. How you gonna dominate western market without even communication skills lmao.. those times when he used to stand in shade of RM is gone lol. Jk's big project DREAMERS debuted under bubbling 100 while JM gave that YG company their 1st hot 100 entry by a collab. So saying JK is this and that while we are not seeing results organically is dumb af. Golden maknae because he sing and dance some white man's songs which company already bought success for ? Oh there's 100 other artists who sings and dance way better than him. He can't hold 5 mins on stage if he's doing a dance battle with Jimin lol.

What company doing to members IS INJUSTICE AF.. especially Jimin who fucking proved he can also be the 'next big thing'. But they conveniently sweep him under rug so his shine won't affect their industry plant launch. Or why can't they support him too ???? Is it that difficult ? JK didn't do a shit and got everything. I BET HE WONT DEBUT NO.1 FOR SEVEN NOR GET ALL THOSE RECORDS IF IT WAS NOT THE PUSH FROM SCOOTS. BE FR. Go and check his BB points to see how payola impacted his chart. It would've been a -48 like 3D on second week too. While what we asked for Jimin was the deserved support in 2nd week for a song which fucking went no.1 with fans support and artist impact alone. It's NOT secretly wishing JK's treatment for JM, but asking what he fucking deserves. Literally any company will give the extra promos for his in 2nd week but not hybe who's on a mission to sell themselves to somehow establish JK in west 😬

And don't say JM will chose me over JK. Did I said I want JM to chose me ????? THIS IS HIS CAREER HE WORKED HARD FOR NOT A FUCKASS RELATIONSHIP. Even if you look at their relationship also, it's the same lol. JM keep on giving and giving him his everything while JK sit back and enjoy Jimin while not even bothering to post a simple bday wish or go and meet him even after him begging a 100 times.

YOU CANT CALL OTHERS JK ANTIS BECAUSE THEY SEE TRUTH AND SAY IT OUT LOUD. Ask him to play fairly like a man 1st, then we will see who's the real winner here ?

DAMN IF PSYCHO WAS A PERSON

IF HE'S WINNING DOES IT MATTER HOW HE'S WINNING???? DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW THINGS WORK IN THIS WORLD OR ARE YOU ONE OF THE DELULUS WHO THINK HARD WORK IS EVERYTHING?

You are crazy if you think money, connections, power, politics, privilege and luck play zero role in making a star. Please find other 2 yr olds and hug them, don't bring this shit to the adult table its embarrassing.

I'm embarrassed for you.

Scoot---- okay, MA'AM A PUSH IS A PUSH WHETHER IT'S FROM SCOOBY-DOO OR THE DEVIL

TAKE YOUR WEIRD MORAL COMPASS AND CHICKEN CHANGE ETHICS TO SOMEONE WHO ACTUALLY GIVES A FUCK

READ MY LIPS

Go weep somewhere else.

You gonna come on the internet and bitch complain bout how the entertainment industry is not fair WELL BOO HOO CRY ME A RIVER YOU LOSER.

And make sure you come with a costume next time so we know the circus from whence you came Missy Clowniot.

You give PJMs a bad name you ASS HAT

You sound like those whiny kpop losers who complain BTS has privilege and connections and power and their lame loser favs don't- as if power and connections are things you throw on people's laps.

If Hard work is all it takes BTS WOULD HAVE SEVERAL GRAMMYS YOU DUMBASS.

And the fact you out here farting yourself in the name of Park Jimin irks me so much. Here's the truth you want so bad, YOU SUCK. And you making Jimin out to be pathetic too damn.

Now I know it's not Park Jimin you out here acting like he's inferior and a victim and a loser who needs the bar to be lowered and for people to choose him love him play fair and nice before he can win. Child THE AUDACITY.

YOU DON'T THINK DO YOU??

I know he's not the one you fucking dragging through the mud indirectly with these brain dead waste of breathe rants.

PLEASE STOP JIMIN DON'T NEED A FAN LIKE YOU.

YOU ARE EMBARRASSING HIM.

The nerve and audacity for you to even compare him to- WELL ANY ONE I'M ABOUT TO PUT HANDS ON YOU FOR THAT.

I WILL SMACK THE SHIT OUT OF YOU FOR THIS FOR REAL.

It's the lack of intelligence and you not taking a hint and you not knowing when to stop- FUCK IT LET'S GET NASTY THEN.

THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN YOU AND I IS I CAN'T PUT ANY ONE ON A PEDESTAL ABOVE PARK JIMIN ENOUGH TO VICTIMIZE HIM THE WAY YOU DO.

HE'S IN A LEAGUE OF HIS OWN PLEASE LEAVE HIM ALONE HE IS NOT COMPETING WITH NO FUCKING ONE

HAVE SOME FUCKING CLASS AND TACT

OR GO OVER THERE WHERE THE OTHER PJMs OF YOUR CALIBRE ARE

IF JIMIN SEES THIS HE WILL THROW UP AND I'M GONNA WIPE HIS VOMIT WITH YOUR FACE YOU RAGGEDY ASS

NEVER EVER EVOOOOORRR COMPARE PARK BIG DADDY JIMIN TO ANY ONE LET ALONE HIS SWEET HEART

NO ONE IS ON HIS LEVEL AND NO ONE WILL EVER BE.

ALSO JIKOOK ARE A FUCKING POWER COUPLE THE FUCK!

IF JUNGKOOK'S POWER MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE

GO SIT OVER THERE

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dexabite · 2 years

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because i'm bored: here's what i think about the characters of ride the cyclone!

ocean o'connell rosenberg:

definitely was a huge snob. in my language, we call those kind of people "maldita" HAHAHAH

she sounds so much like a high school bully that it's hilarious... but also, i feel like she was bullied in elem and was consequently also mean in highschool? idk she gives me that energy

DEFINITELY the kind of person to love legally blonde and mean girls and just projected it onto her persona LMAOO

though she's probably really very much a big softie once she developed at the end of the musical, but still hides it behind her bitchy and rude exterior

she looks like she would take someone's phone and squint whenever someone shows her a meme, like the way a mother would

noel gruber:

mean gay. that's it.

it's canon that whenever he's nervous or uncomfortable, he picks on his nail polish! and i love that! he's just like me fr!

i think the thing he really wanted was just a life outside of his simple one when he was alive... and i think monique gibeau was his drag persona

that said: NOEL DRAG QUEEN AAHHHH

feels like he would be more reserved because he's trying to look normal because of his mom yk, so he probably didn't have many friends outside of the choir (who weren't very close to begin with, judging from the way they talk in the beginning of the musical)

but besides that, he wants to be FLAMBOYANT and FEMININE and i love him

mischa bachinski:

iconic. stole boxes of communion wine for his eight year old cousin because of birthday. im in love with him.

sorry to noel, but he's the REAL most romantic boy in town. nothing compares to the way he sings about talia as if he couldn't live without her. get yourself a man like mischa.

probably loves ridiculous memes. would laugh at them for so long and show everyone in the choir

i think he doesn't actually watch horror movies but watches analysis videos on youtube about them like i do.

when he actually watches horror movies, he squirms around and does all of these weird movements and noises to cope with the fear 😭 not outright scream though, he's too emasculated /j

ricky potts:

he is an oc writer just like me. i love him for that.

was most likely into warrior cats as a kid, obviously marvel comics and star trek too. no way he wasn't.

he mooost likely didn't want to be in the choir in the first place but ocean forced him in it, based off his reaction to ocean trying to get people to like her again after singing about social darwinism 😭

that said, he's just like me fr... using escapism as a coping mechanism for his lonelines... i love you ricky and and your sexy cat ladies from zolar

and actually, i think he's one of the most underrated characters apart from constance which is such a SHAME...

he's so nerdy and JUST LIKE ME FR!!!

i think that before his hands degenerated, he was an artist. not a good one, but enough for people to recognize it!

jane doe:

CREEPYPASTA ENJOYER I CAN SMELL IT OFF OF HER.

creepy... i love her...

and i think that she's really good at crocheting, to add onto the whole doll aesthetic. makes tiny sweaters for ricky's cats, probably made a phone case for constance made out of wool... no matter how inconvenient it was

i think that noel would've painted her nails black too because she deserves it!!!

anyway, her and ricky are the "the bad bitch i got thanks to my autism" meme definitely. going both ways

anyway her actor's voice always sounds like an opera singers it's so impressive! that's why i believe that she can actually sing opera if they ask her to

definitely knows obscure facts about medieval torture and lions... just because!

FOORNICATION UNDER CONSENT OF THE KING!!!!

constance blackwood:

HER SONGS MAKE ME FEEL SO MANY THINGS IT'S CRAZY

the unique lesson of "there's no shame in loving my small town" ...my god you never hear that in musicals EVER

it's always "GET ME OUT OF HERE PLEASE!!!!" not the lesson that's in sugar cloud

that said, god... the fact that she doesn't like being called nice because it means that no one truly got close enough to her to know her for her goofiness... her weird thoughts, and her silly mannerisms and she had no one to vent to </3

hell, even her so called BEST FRIEND is mean to her!!!

but i feel like they'd still be close, despite that yk? best friends always stick together and as ocean develops more i think that they'd get closer until they're literally the only two who knows the other better than themselves

OH and i think that constance would've loved writing fanfic... she just has that kinda energy yk? she and noel would bond over writing and they'd talk about what they write and constance would hesitate because she doesn't want to admit that she writes gay fanfiction on ao3 😭🙏

#rtc #ride the cyclone #rtc musical #ride the cyclone musical #rtc jane doe #rtc constance #rtc mischa #rtc noel #rtc ocean #rtc ricky #i love this musical with all my heart and soul.#rtc hcs #ride the cyclone headcanons #ride the cyclone hcs #rtc headcanons

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polarizefinn · 1 year

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A GUIDE TO SERENDIPITYS FALL: a short story

a little bit'a angst :^) artist hyunjin x gn!reader notice: 0.7k words, wrote this in a span of like 15ish minutes, may be messy (are we surprised?)

warning: mentions of nudity, bitchesz broken hearts fr and scars.

deep breath. in, out.

as much as youd like to believe that time heals all wounds, youd like to believe that this one had completely disappeared by now.

the person who you were addicted to, who you couldnt insist on letting go from your life broke your heart, yet your feet guided you here. his first official exhibition, which you promised to him over a year ago that youd attend no matter what.

you stare at the art gallery in front of you, the glass doors seeming to expose the long hallway before it, at the end a big room extending to the sides.

the walls of the place seeming decorated with spectacular pieces, wallpapers glistening and making the place seem heavenly. you push the door open, taking it all in.

the air here feels heavier, richer - sort of.

you walk down the long hallway, with each step your shoulders loosening, your breath alligning and your ears starting to lose the overwhelming sense of hearing your heartbeat.

you reach the end, allowing yourself to take in the canvases, almost a lifelong worth of work all in one space. the amount of people here doesnt shock you, hes always been loved. still, he couldnt fit the part of being the lover.

you walk to the far left, starting from the beginning and working your way up to observe all the paintings, as if you havent seen most of them already.

you giggle at the first couple of unfinished pieces, admiring a bit how he had always left some unfinished on purpose,

"i have other things to focus on."

the ones after explore life, nature, the sky. things that are simply beautiful, things that build more imagination, things that are simple yet hard to understand.

"look, do you see it the way i see it?"

pain, humiliation, flowers. flowers had meanings, he taught you. the one time he got some for you, he apologised for it.

"i didnt envision that this would end up hurting you instead."

as you reach the last couple of paintings, you spot the artist.

the group around him listening intently to his words, his explanation for the newest painting.

as you look at it closer, your head starts spinning and you feel tears filling your eyes.

deep breath, in and out. you repeat over and over to yourself.

you look up again and confirm - the painting is of you.

your nude body, a photo you sent to him when he was still a somebody to your life, when you thought you meant so much more than a piece of artwork.

you put your hands in your pockets, looking from afar. you couldnt help but to overhear his explanation, the description of the inspiration earning a chant of "ooh"s.

"and who were they to you?"

you hear a man asking.

you turn to look at hyunjin, his head tilting slightly to look at the man, as a smile creeps up on his face. he looks at the painting again, that goddamn smile still stuck to his face.

"they were merely a muse, nothing more."

and there it was.

how could the same person have the guts, have the fucking guts to break your heart enough times that you can start counting them?

you tried to say something. you tried, but couldnt. your stomach filling up with anxiety and embarrassment instead of butterflies upon hearing his voice.

as much as you hated to admit it, he was something you considered otherworldly. but very slowly, and painfully you came to realise that his weakness was his art, his fondness to you seemed to be replaced.

until you merged as one, and you had to step away from that picture, promising yourself that you wont let yourself be someone elses second choice.

you promised him youd come here, no matter what. didnt he remember?

you became his object, his composition. this time you werent there to stop it, to tell him that youd rather be a distant memory, than now a new collectors item.

that, and he forgot to paint the scar on your wrist from the thorn of the rose. the unrequited love flower, remember?

#stray kids imagine #stray kids oneshot #stray kids #hyunjin #hyunjin imagine #hyunjin stray kids #hyunjin x reader #hwang hyunjin #angst #reader is gender neutral #bang chan #lee know #changbin #han jisung #seungmin #lee felix #jeongin #x reader

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shkretart · 11 months

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Hi! I'm so sorry I just spamed you! Not a question but the thing is it hasnt been a long time since I entered this fandom (which is a fckin paradise) and I had seen your work on other platforms but never knew who was the artist and today I just stumbled with you on tumblr. Lucky me! Scrolling down your blog I saw you said your Ghost didn't completely convinced you for your own personal reasons, even tho all of us find your draws incredible (fr i love your ghost), but I completely understand your feeling cuz I struggle sooo much with the same self-criticism. I as an artist too who doesn't have half the impecable technique you have but fantasizes with posting her drawings because actually doing it feels so scary when my work never seems just right to me, even if I'm just sketching, it doesn't feel perfect and that leads me to share nothing or even stop completely drawing.

Anyway, I just wanted to tell you, there's tons of illustrators and artists whose works are so unique, but nobody does it like you do yours and that's what makes yours so fantastic and special. Might not be relevant, but I wanted to tell you I love how you draw all the cod characters and how for a second it did surprise me you didn't fully like some of your drawings I found so impressive, it help me see how delusive our minds are when the perfectionism hits, so subjective. You inspire me, thank you. Who knows, maybe one day I'll dare to share my own drawings even if they aren't as admirable as yours.

Send you tons of love ❤️

Hello! I don't know exactly when this was sent, and I'm very sorry for not responding to the message sooner. Due to prolonged sadness or I don’t know how to say... roughly speaking, depression in drawing, I completely pulled away and was afraid to show my drawings.

But I want to answer everyone. Even if they probably won't be seen.

I really appreciate what is said here. I'm not even sure "thank you" will be enough. No. This is more than a thank you. Your words are very kind and just warmed my heart. You gave me real motivation that I shouldn't give up because of doubts. I am very glad that you wrote such sweet and kind words. and I'm really glad that there are people who like my drawings.

So, I want to tell you: don't give up and don't doubt. Share what you want if you want. I'd love to see how much you grow in your creativity! And it doesn’t matter who and how much better or cooler. We all have room to grow, we all make mistakes. So go ahead! We all started somewhere.

Sending you tons of love and hugs too ❤️🫂

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icanseethefuture333 · 1 year

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whats the tea on olivia rodrigo and taylor swift's "friendship"? 👀 how does olivia feel about her idol now, she had to pay 50% of royalties to her over song similiarities to cruel summer with deja vu

Is it just me who finds it problematic and weird how Olivia keeps getting caught in these copyright infringement scandals? Like girl how hard is it to give credit to someone or pay for the sampling 😭???

Taylor Swift & Olivia Rodrigo, friends or foes?:

Lmfao this is so dramatic but I had a vision of Olivia being hysterical and crying saying "Our friendship is over 😡😭!!!". She's really taking it to heart and feels this was a personal attack on her, when that it is not the case. To Taylor, this is just business, and she felt that she was being disrespected by someone who was supposedly her biggest fan. Taylor feels that she can be inspired by her, but it's not right for her to copy her. She questions how much of a "singer-songwriter" Olivia actually is. They are on really bad terms as of right now.

How does Taylor feel about Olivia?:

I feel that Taylor really appreciates the love and support that Olivia had given her all these years. She could see her younger self in Olivia and had high hopes for her. Taylor could of had possibly wanted to be her mentor? Or someone Olivia can depend on in the industry since she's seen the highs and lows of what the music business can do to people, especially Disney stars in particular. Taylor thinks what Olivia did was sneaky and could even think her behavior in general is very two faced. She believes Olivia acts as this sweet girl but then takes from other people to get what she wants or likes to take credit so she can get the praise. Once Taylor discovered the song similarities she deaded that shit immediately LMAO. Taylor did not care that Olivia idolizes her, she cares more about her craft more than anything, and will do whatever it takes to protect it. I heard "I worked hard for this, not you." (Period T.Swiftie!!! Go off T Swizzle 😂). She's not playing with Olivia fr. Taylor knew this situation would emotionally upset Olivia since she has such a strong attachment to her but she knows that she can't let her feelings get in the way of work. So Taylor had to do what was right and fight for justice. She feels guilty though and might reach out to her soon to try to patch things up. Taylor could be reading what people are saying about her on social media and after the court case, she feels like she needs to be alone to recover because disappointing someone so dear to her makes her upset. "It's either me or you, I have to choose me."

How does Olivia feel about Taylor?:

Olivia is absolutely distraught by this situation. She has looked up to Taylor for years and feels like the saying that "Don't meet your heroes because you'll be disappointed." is true, but I don't feel like that's what's really going on here. Taylor didn't do something to purposely go against Olivia and be spiteful towards her. It's just that she doesn't understand how serious this is. This is a business matter and a legal issue, you can't just graze over work just because you are friends with somebody. Olivia feels like since she is inspired by Taylor, that's why their songs are similar but she didn't actually intend to copy her. I am almost reminded of like those people on tiktok who promote themselves and caption their videos with "There's this new girl who sounds like Ariana Grande and blah blah her name is ___" Then it's their music and concept that looks and sounds the exact fucking same as the artist mentioned. It's really just a cheap and tacky tactic to gain more popularity. Being so "heavily" inspired by someone is problematic because you're not being yourself and you're copying off somebody's else's hard work. We don't need another Taylor Swift, we need to know who Olivia Rodrigo is. Olivia is being immature, she is still young so she is easily impressed by the fame, celebrities, etc, but if Olivia wants to make it in this business she really needs to grow up and find herself. She's in her 20s now and this is the age of self discovery. Olivia needs to find her own identity and learn about what makes her happy and what is her purpose as a musician. Otherwise this industry will chew her up and spit her out. As fast as she became famous, she will go downhill just as quickly if she doesn't get it together.

Could they be friends again? Were they ever truly friends?:

They were never really close friends because Olivia has this perception of Taylor that's not true to her. Olivia's view of Taylor could be really outdated. It's like a little girl who's missing her big sister. Taylor is not the same teenager with her curly hair and acoustic guitar anymore, she's a grown woman. So as much as they wanted to be close, it's just that Olivia can't get past her own assumptions of Taylor. With the Seven of Cups, their possibility of being friends is really up in the air. I honestly believe these two are going through some sort of karmic lesson right now. They are learning from each other about doing what's right. As much as Taylor is mad about what Olivia did, she is thinking of ways to reconcile with Olivia. Even though Olivia is in her feelings right now, she really misses her. So maybe in the future we could have hope and see if they will be on good terms again.

Channeled song: Do You Want To Build A Snowman? From Frozen ❄️⛄️ (Aw this is actually so sad, help me LOL 😭)

"Elsa?"

"Do you want to build a snowman?

Come on, let's go and play!

I never see you anymore

Come out the door

It's like you've gone away

We used to be best buddies

And now we're not

I wish you would tell me why!

Do you want to build a snowman?

It doesn't have to be a snowman"

"Go away, Anna 😔..."

"Okay, bye 🥺😞"

#taylor swift #olivia rodrigo #celebrity readings #pop culture #ask #anon #tarot #tarot readings

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weirdcat1213 · 1 year

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YEY THE HORRORS i mean YEY THE BOOKCLUB :D

thoughts on volume 6 (oh boi we're almost halfway someone hold me pls)

chap 1:

-OH MY GOD ITS HIM I FORGOT ABOUT HIM FOR A MOMENT (not in general, ik he's in 98)

-HEY HIS WINGS MAY BE CREEPY BUT THEYRE ALSO BEAUTIFUL TO ME >:[

-HOWEVER i love how yeah they are scared af but also get that vash as a person is not bad and they don't leave his side

-WHY ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT YOUR BF LIKE THAT STOP STOP STOOOOOP. IDC THAT HE IS A LITERAL LASER CANON HES STILL JUST A LITTLE GUY

-are we...supposed to notice how bad the state of the gun is or...?

-nono brandon is right, i would also not give good guns to cops

-vash i fucking swear-

-SHUT UP YOU FUCKING COP >:[

-BRO WTF

-YEAH BRANDON CALL HIM OUT

-MY FAVORITE WEIRD CREATURE IS HERE

-ok in my 1st read didnt get that, idk why but i was confused about meryl getting worried for some reason. but she has a (sad) point. will one day the ptsd related to violence and guns be enough to make vash not shoot his gun? shes asking an interesting question. shes literally asking how much can vash take imo.

-wait so...was the replacement gun...the one in stampede??? (i will compare them later)

-DONT LOOK AT ME WITH THOSE GENTLE EYES MAN CMON

-I didnt notice he took the punisher lmao

chap 2:

-:c wolfwood having nightmares its not even a hc, IT IS CANON

-NOT THE FLASHBACK OF VASH CRYING BLOOD OUCH NO PLS NO

-:c im not even mad at wolfwood calling vash a monster cuz it must be fucking TERRIFYING but it still hurts :c

-you could...but youre not gonna

-"so yeah you cant be there for every problem in the pla- HOLD UP WHERE ARE YOU GOING"

-lmao meryl is like me fr

-this time i got most of the fight but i think we can all agree the mpv was the table

chap 3

-YEY LEGATO IN THE.....metal handbag?

-YES ELENDIRA FUCKING READ HIM

-OH MY GOD HES HERE HES HERE OH GOD NO

-i remember i was so confused i didnt realize THATS HIS FUCKING TONGUE

-also did double fang kill trail of death?

chap 4:

-OH I LOVE THIS SCENE SM. i also hate walking in a place with a shit ton of people

-YES IT IS BABY, THATS THE SAME CHILD YOU [so so redacted] WOOOOOOOOO (i love this chapter)

-oh...yeah that...oh

-"we cant survive without her power, neither can you" dude...dont...just dont

-ah yes. the hair. yeap. just a cool artistic decision. yeap.

-also i forgot how fucked up the last run was here

-oh he felt it, i saw that in his eye

-oh so he also went apeshit....ohhhhh. ok so if vash went apeshit cuz of a physical fight or flight reaction (I THINK) did knives go apeshit cuz of hate? the physical need to kill people in revenge? nice

-BRO WDYM "why not just end this crusade?" YOU JUST SAW WHY HE WOULD NEVER END IT

-oh that was his last straw. one thing is him being tricked by a human but that lie affecting his brother? the one thing he's trying to protect (yes ik he's not doing the greatest job at it) from humans? yeah no you gotta die

chap 5:

-NO. NO. NONONONONONON NOT THIS CHAPTER NO

-I HATE THE METAPHOR ALREADY (i love it. i want to yell at nightow my thoughts about it. i will never be normal about it)

-pls no. im begging you. pls dont make me read this again. this is when my sanity starts to break into little raggedy pieces of paper

-i just notices this change happens cuz he got HIS MEMORIES BACK WHAT IF I ENDED IT ALL

-i dont want to read anymore

-its just. so fucking hard. like ik we say hes jesus. but at the same time jesus never felt like that. jesus was born without sin but in vash's eyes he is full of sins and no one can forgive him. bro, honey, god would forgive you anything. you are his favorite im sure. but no matter the arguments for the allegory vash can never be jesus cuz he carries the pain of his "sins" everyday PLUS THE ONES FROM THE HUMANS. idk. im sad and tired. my baby. its ok i forgive you. and im sure rem forgives him. im sure. im sad

-anyway, back to the kinda normal thoughts

-also i think vash thinking he has to forgive himself is kinda flawed. like instead of forgiveness he has to accept what happened and i think those are different things. ofc yeah july was messed up but he never intended to do it. idk

-ANYWAY

-huh, those speakers look like eyes

-cant even swallow in misery in peace anymore lmao

-:c not the day drinking

-i think thats vash talking but yeah....nothing is easy for my guy. hes kinda right, better than crying ig...

-i prefer spike-isms but i will also take needle noggin-isms thank u

-that man can move in such unnatural ways *hears the uncanny vash people cheer at a distance*

-oof, the ptsd got meryl

-also the question is not whether vash was going to take the bullet or not, the real question is how hard does that question makes me cry

- SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UUUUUUUUUUUUUP

-OOF, i mean i 100% get meryl but OOF

-also YES THATS WHAT I FUCKING MEAN. AND I READ THIS ON [redacted] A FEW WEEKS AGO. THE BALANCE BETWEEN EXTREMES ITS JUST NULL, ITS NOT A COLOR AT ALL. his love and faith in humanity vs the pain they cause him...that balance creates a colorless emotion and IM SAD ABOUT IT.

-i hate that final page. i fucking hate milly protecting meryl from her memories while comforting her while protecting her from the rocks, i hate the people still insult vash even when he was long gone, i hate to see the children who saw the same thing as their parents try to convince them to stop because they know vash would never hurt people on purpose only to be ignored..and more than anything i hate vash apologizing for something he has no control over.

-ALSO I ALSO FEEL LIKE CRYING VASH-

[let it be on the record that i needed a minute to continue with the volume]

chap 6:

-OH NO IT STARTS

-"how could i have known?" youre telling me you spent years studying yourself and other plants and never saw one with black hair? really? (im not saying its a plot hole, im saying he was too distracted being a dick)

-so that was his imagination im assuming

-TESLA MENTION WE WIN

-OH GOD OH NO PLS GET ME OUT OF HERE NO PLS NOT THIS

-i love her dialogue with the funny glasses lmao, she really was the only mom ever

-oh..here come the tears

-oh right..they used to be like this

-oh...oh god

#trigun #trimax #trigun maximum #trigunbookclub #IM IN SO MUCH PAIN AND TURMOIL #MY BABY MY 150 Y/O BABY

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im-no-jedi · 1 year

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my thoughts on the TBB season 2 finale

I’ve been more than open about my feelings at this point. I enjoyed the majority of The Summit actually, it’s just Plan 99 that I wish I could erase from my memory forever LOL

you know what, I’ll just go ahead and name everything I did like about these episodes, since I’ve done plenty of complaining already 😝

like I said, I did genuinely like The Summit as an episode. there were a lot of really great moments up until everything started to go wrong (thanks Saw Gerrera, I hate your guts 🙃)

the beginning part on Pabu with Phee. oh. my. GOSH. that was the cutest thing ever. Tech/Phee is officially up there with Kanera and Han/Leia as one of my favorite SW ships 🥰 awkward Tech was SO cute. and relatable 😝

Tech being so adamant about rescuing Crosshair, oh my heart, he misses his brother SO much 😭💙

I have to continue to talk about how freaking happy I am that Echo is back. idk how often he’ll be around in the next season, but I hope the group permanently stays together now. I missed him SO much 🥺

Wrecker was SO funny and sweet in this episode. the part where they’re like “we need to be precise” and they ALL turned to look at Wrecker, OMG that was literally the funniest thing to ever happen in the entire show 🤣👌🏻

Tech Spiderman swinging up to that sensor tower was 👀

Team Sneaky going off to do sneaky things, while Team Chaos handled the homing beacon, LOVE to see it. I was so proud of my baby girl for getting through the hanger, with Wrecker watching her back the entire time 🥰

😳😳😳

seriously why was this episode just one big Rogue One reference LOL

when Tech and Hunter went off, and Tech was like “it could take forever to locate the problem”, and Hunter almost immediately finds the hidden bomb, I love my man so much 😙

that part when Team Sneaky was fighting off Stormtroopers and Hunter used one of the bodies as a human shield, babe please I’m already simping 🥵

as much as I hate droid deaths, Wrecker stepping on the mouse droid and it getting stuck on his foot was so silly 😆

and now for what I enjoyed in the accursed Plan 99...

gonna start off with an obvious one... Hunter sniper shooting down that ship with his little DC-17 blaster in one shot. sir. SIR. IM ALREADY STUPIDLY IN LOVE WITH YOU PLEEEEEASE 😍😍😍🥵🥵🥵

as horrible as it was, from an artistic perspective, Tech’s “death” was an absolute masterpiece. since I already knew that was going to happen and had even watched that moment in a clip on Twitter with the sound off, what really did me in was the music (darn you Kiners 😭💔) and Omega’s reaction. that’s what got me sobbing fr. I can appreciate something from an artistic perspective, even if I don’t like the subject matter 😞

the part where Omega was woozy after the crash mimicked the end of Reunion with Hunter after he’d gotten shot by Cad Bane, and I genuinely loved that 👌🏻

THE WHOLE SCENE WITH HUNTER COMFORTING OMEGA OMFG MY DADGUM HEART. him smiling when she woke up, the softness of his voice, brushing the hair out of her face, putting a hand on her shoulder and then wrapping his arm around her for comfort... and then to top it off, the way he gently brought up the idea of living on Pabu and asking her if that’s what she wanted to do too. I am WEEPING over this man 😭😭😭💙💙💙

as mad as I am at Cid, it was obvious she meant what she said about Tech. and she genuinely felt bad for what she did. I want her to come back in season 3 and do something to make up for doing that. she HAS to 🥺

as much as I hate Hemlock with every fiber of my being... “who knew Clones are so paternal?” WE BEEN KNEW MY DUDE. sorry, but I’m going to relish in every single confirmation that Hunter is Omega’s dad tyvm 😊

I’m terrible, I know, but I genuinely love to see Hunter in a state of despair, so him picking up Tech’s broken goggles with that sad look on his face was *chef’s kiss*

I was very proud of my girl for taking charge and trying to rescue her brothers. proud mama right here 🥺💙

also, again, I’m sorry, but the whump in this episode was very good. I might’ve enjoyed seeing injured Hunter and Wrecker in the hands of Imperials a little too much 😝

the absolute BEST scene in this episode (and one of the best scenes in the show period)? ECHO IN THE WALKER. OMFG. Ham and I SCREAMED. and to top it off? “Echo?” “Gotta be Echo.” THE BEST THE ABSOLUTE BEST THAT EPISODE WAS WORTH WATCHING JUST FOR THAT MOMENT 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

I once again state that I love seeing Hunter in despair and permanently have that look of pure horror he made while watching the Imperial ship fly away with Omega engrained in my mind forever, thanks 😌 and he had tears in his eyes I SAW IT. STOP SAYING HE DOESN’T CRY PLEASE 😤

last thing I’ll say about Hunter I swear lsdkfjghlgfkd. but uhh, that last part about him saying how they’re gonna find Omega no matter what it takes... my man’s about to enter his Joel Miller phase and go John Wick on the Empire and I HAVE BEEN WANTING THIS FOR SO LONG YES PLEASE GO FRICK THEM UP BABE 😍😍😍

the way Omega was genuinely happy to see Crosshair again... the way she desperately tried to wake him up... ohhhhh next season is going to break me in the best way possible 🥺🥺🥺

that’s everything I think! time to wait impatiently for season 3 now✨

......why tf did I have more positive things to say about Plan 99 than The Summit lolololol

#the bad batch #star wars the bad batch #tbb season 2 #it's really amazing how opinions can change after some processing time; just sayin'#also these episodes were genuinely good whump content so I'm holding onto that ROFL #star warz #tbb spoilers

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scattered-winter · 9 months

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ao3 wrapped !!

I've seen a few people doing this and thought I'd jump on the train lmao

1: how many words have you written this year?

uh. um. 319,614 lmfaooo

2: how many works did you publish this year?

just 5!! it's been a slow posting year but I have a LOT of WIPs I was working on in the meantime lmao

3: what work are you most proud of, regardless of kudos/hits?

bound like quintenary stars, without a doubt. it's the largest scale project I've ever done, and it's really forced me to grow as a writer

4: what work of yours has the most hits?

hold onto me has over 15k hits which is still WILD to me lmfao. if only i could write an update to that thang. and if we're talking just this year, then it's buckley siblings and their terrible, awful, no good very bad first dates at almost 3k

5: favorite title you used?

DEFINITELY buckley siblings and their terrible, awful, no good very bad first dates. i read that book as a kid and i think i'm hilarious

6: what artist have you pulled lyrics from the most:

probably bastille. tbh

7: pairing that you wrote the most for this year:

buddie LMAO. of the 5 fics i posted this year, 3 of them are buddie. I'm not counting quintenary stars in this because as of right now it's still mostly genfic and the romance won't come in until much further down the line

8: favorite pairing you wrote for this year:

only a few people know this but I wrote a LOT of adashi. I'm working on a side piece for quintenary stars that focuses on them pre-kerberos, and there are also a handful of adashi-adjacent aus i've been working on including leverage, agents of shield, and rwby. i'm obsessed with them lowkey

9: what work was the quickest to write?

walking out into the dark, cutting out a different path, led by a beating heart was uh. well. i wrote it in a matter of hours in a haze of mental illness in between the promo for 911 s6e11 and the actual episode dropping later that night. for those of you who don't have the context, a character got struck by lightning and subsequently was lingering on the threshold of death in episode 10, and when the promo for 11 dropped we realized there was going to be a coma dream episode in which the character would experience what should have been his Perfect Life but without all the things that led him to where he was, he never would have had an impact on his friends and family, and there would have been disastrous consequences. I distinctly remember skipping out on an entire day of classes because I was writing this fic LMFAO. and to this day I'm still very proud of it. incredible things come from sheer insanity it seems

10: what work took you longest to write?

seeing as quintenary stars is still ongoing, I'll say you're such a heavenly view. i had just watched prince caspian (again) and was feeling insane (as per usual) but it still took FOREVER to get this thang finished </3

11: what's your longest fic of the year?

quintenary stars is currently sitting pretty on 221,491, making it my longest piece of writing ever. which is pretty cool and also kinda scary because bro. bro i have no idea where these words are coming from

12: what's your shortest fic of the year?

buckley siblings !! it was short and sweet. angst and whump. u guys know what i like

13: favorite character you wrote this year?

oogh...i LOVED writing peter's pov in you're such a heavenly view. i actually would love to write more narnia fic someday. and i also love writing in pidge's pov in quintenary stars she is LITERALLY just like me fr

14: what's one pairing you want to explore more next year?

HEITH. i'm not putting them in quintenary stars but BOY do i want to explore their dynamic. and i am also always down for more caspeter

15: how many kudos in total did you get this year?

579!!

16: which work has the most comments?

quintenary stars! which statistically makes sense to me because it's a multichapter and the others this year are oneshots. but the fic that has the most comments overall is hold onto me

17: did you do any collaborative works this year?

nothing posted on ao3, but there was a lot of collaboration going on behind the scenes! the voltron leverage au in particular is a pretty elaborate project @frigidboy and i are working on together, and he's also been my soundboard for a lot of quintenary stars stuff. I've also been collaborating with various members of The Groupchat (@dauntingday, @soleadita, @xandromedan, @moonlightperseus) on various ongoing projects and aus including but not limited to some rwby aus with day, red and 13 stuff with leo, COUNTLESS aus, ocs, and wips with mads, and some leverage stuff with abby. I've also made some zombie apocalypse ocs with @0xy--m0r0n. and there are probably more things I've collabed with people on but I FORGOR </3

18: what's your most common category?

gen and m/m !! I tend to lean more gen with just a touch of romance most of the time, but more often than not my oneshots will be more explicitly romance

19: what do you listen to while writing?

it varies, but most of the time it will be some kind of orchestral/instrumental music. I have a list of favorite compilations on youtube from hans zimmer and some other favorites that I rotate through, and I also have some playlists on spotify for when I'm not as picky. it also depends on what I'm writing at the time: if I'm writing quintenary stars, I will usually go straight to the voltron soundtrack (or other space sci fi like interstellar or gravity) just because I need a specific vibe. and if I'm writing a battle scene, sometimes I'll pull up another tab and put some space battle ambience over the music, too

20: favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

oh god there are SO many favorites. but probably in the coma dream buck fic (walking out into the dark) when I used imagery to draw a connection to the Shooting Scene. like of all the literary things I've pulled over the years I think that one is hands down my favorite

"Shit's crazy here, man," Danny said as he stepped up to the sink beside Evan. "Did you know there was a sniper a few months ago? Some crazy cop was shooting firefighters out in the streets." A chill ran down Evan's spine, coldness settling in the bottom of his gut. Danny turned on the faucet. Water splashed in the bottom of the sink, flung up and out. Droplets splattered across Evan's face. "Damn," Evan murmured, raising a shaking hand to wipe it away. "Was anyone killed?" "One was," Danny said offhandedly. "He got shot right after a call, middle of the street. Nobody even saw it coming.” Evan was shaking, all over his body. Danny just kept going, like he didn’t even notice. “His team was trapped by the sniper and by the time they got him pulled out, it was too late.” Stay there! I’m coming to you! “The news said his name was Diaz. Eddie Diaz." Evan dropped the plate he was holding. Shards of ceramic flew in every direction, pinpricks of pain prickling at his legs and bare feet. Gunshot in the street. Blood splattered on his face. Asphalt against his cheek. Are you hurt? "Evan?" Danny was looking at him, brows furrowed together. "Are you okay?" Evan swallowed, took in a shaky breath, nodded. He bent and began to gently gather the broken shards in his palm, but something made him pause. "Huh." "What?" Danny was looking at him like he was crazy. "I'm not bleeding." And he wasn't. His legs and feet were untouched; smooth, unmarred skin where only seconds before, he'd been so certain he'd felt cuts. "That's weird," Danny said, before shoving a broom in Evan's hands. "Your mess, your job. You get to finish the dishes."

overall that whole fic was just. probably some of my best work I think. I'm so proud of it fr

21: biggest surprise while writing this year?

i was NOT expecting quintenary stars to get as much engagement as it's been getting!! i feel like everyone's kinda trying to forget voltron ever existed (understandable) so i didn't think there would be much of an audience for it. but there is!!! and i love you guys!!!!!

TAGGING IF U WANNA DO THIS TOO: ppl i've already tagged above, plus @scorchedhearth, @ anyone else who wants to do it !! I'm so sorry I am totally blanking on mutuals/followers/friends who are also writers so if u see this and want to, consider urself tagged !!

#i didnt realize how much i'd written this year until i went through my docs lmao #i was just thinking of the 5 fics ive posted and was feeling kinda bad because i didnt post a lot but damn. i have written a LOT.#anyway this was fun <33 #winter speaks #ao3 wrapped #tag games

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gamerbearmira · 2 years

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I ha e to do activities but I just woke up and I have time to make a lil Cryptic Duo snippet

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The echoes and stones are lovely, aren't they?

'Date; March 6th, 1951. It's Mirabel's 6th birthday, but no one, not even her parents remembered. Oh, what a shame, guess she's with me now.' Dolores thought in her head.

"Dolly! Dolly! Look at that dress, isn't it pretty?" Mirabel pointed to a red dress with gold accents and bows, the waist having butterflies on them. "Yes Mira, it is pretty. Do you want it?" "*gasp*Do I?!? Yes! Can we get it?" Dolores chuckled softly to Mirabel's excitement.

"Yes, we can." but then a snarky and irritating voice came around "Uh uh, that dress looks way too good to be worn by a worthless kid like you." the voice came from one of Isabela's plastic "friends". Dolores quickly whipped her head to face her with her iconic stare and tilted her head a bit too far to look like it was broken.

"What did you say? How are you able to say that when you are below Mirabel? In fact, you're below all of the Madrigals, you said she's worthless? You yourself are worthless as well, you don't have a gift, you are failing in academics, your beauty is an average, and you don't have any artistic hobbies. The only great feat you have is that you're friends with Isabela. And you think the dress wouldn't suit her? Then go back to your house and realise that you have more flaws. " Dolores sneered. Mirabel was tearing up a bit, "Dolly, can we just get the dress and go home? The sun is already setting."

"Oh sure darling, anything you want." After they bought the dress and the girl went running, they walked home, well, Dolores did. Mirabel got really sleepy.

Dolores put her in her own bed, it's her birthday, she shouldn't sleep in a nursery bed. Now, she need to get rid of the pest.

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It was midnight, the girl woke up in a cave, the only source of light was a candle in front of her.

"Wh-What? Where am I?!?!" the girl screamed. "You're in your nightmare, sweetheart." Dolores then came behind her, she was tied up to a chair very tightly, if she moved too much her skin would get raw.

"Why am I here you phsyco?!" she yelled, "Oh, this is your punishment for making Mirabel sad on her God forsaken birthday. Everything was good until you showed up. Now, you have to pay." Dolores then disappeared into the dark.

The girl was terrified, what was she going to do? Torture her? Take her limbs? Drain her blood? Cut her hair and beat her?? WHAT???

But then, voices came. It was voices of dissapointment. Dolores knew the girl's worst fear, being drowned in a circle of dissapointment. So, she went around and recorded people's voices, it didn't matter who they were, it would be the same effect.

As Dolores finished up setting the recorders, she then left the girl to endlessly cry.

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WHOO okay, that's long mk I needa get outta bed. Also Splatoon is slowly taking half of my body into the Splatoon fandom hole even though I don't have a Nintendo.

Dolores did not let that slide huh 💀💀 but I’m glad she stood up for Mirabel, that is so cash money <33 Fr found out that girls worst fears and stuck her in a cave with it. Gah dayum 😭😭

#my asks are open #encanto #my asks #encanto au #au #encanto mirabel #encanto dolores #cryptic duo au #and their goofy ahh mascot

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stainedglassandpigs · 7 days

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Basically just posting all my unfinished story cause I’m tired of em sitting in writers block hell. This one was influenced by a fanfic I read about yn working in a special facially in the middle of nowhere.

I haven’t looked back for spelling errors and stuff so my apologies if it highkey shitty

Originals I wrote this in first person, then I was liek “aren’t x readers second person” so I changed it half way but didn’t fully finish changing it my bad ngl got tired of going back to change it. Idk the streets say they don’t like first but I don’t mind it. So I go back and forth with it so apologies again if that further throws the story off

Story takes place in the marvel universe (honestly won’t ever really get mentioned fr I just wanted to use a universe that would allow for all the strange magic stuff)

Very marry sue mc idc, will prolly stay unfished but I though I should let it at least see the light of day

Standing You looked at what would be your home for the next year, a small two story building with a basement level. It was surrounded on all sides by thick forest, no other house or building for at least 4 miles.

Walking in you carry some of your belongings that would soon fill the home with you thinking about how you even ended up in this situation.

Freshly graduated with a PhD the only plans you had for the next year was to fuck off the face of the earth and not think of essays, research, and grades for the rest of ever.

6 years you had devoted to my PhD

You had barely even began to enjoyed your freedom before your parents told you of this job offer in some remote forest.

“It’ll be fun y/n, you’ll get to travel like you always wanted” mom said as we were walking around the store grocery shopping.

You contemplated her words as you looked through the tea isle, not thinking much of it, they had been talking bout your next move for weeks since you graduated.

“It pays 5k a month as well” dad said glancing at you when you finally picked the tea you wanted.

“You’re joking” You say, no way they found some random job that pays that much outta the blue something was definitely going on here but you was more focused on what the tea you had picked up.

For the rest of the grocery shopping process my parents filled you in on this new job although you could tell they were being vague.

By the end you were pretty much convinced, vague or not it sounded like a good gig and you didn’t have anything else begging for my attention.

“So will you take the Job pretty?” Moms nickname for you, oh she was definitely up to something

“Sure why not, not like I got anything else going on” You shrug, it never did take a lot to convince you on life changing matters.

“Great! Bc we alr told them yes for you”

“GUYS!”

“In our defense we knew you would say yes” dad says shrugging in agreement.

“Your interview is Monday” Your mother says casually like it wasn’t Sunday afternoon.

“Y’all are going to hell”

“Thank us later”

That was 2 months ago, now you stand in your new house thinking about all the things you needed to prep before your first day tmr.

Unpacking wasn’t easy either, as a collector and artist, hoarding was second nature.

It took you pretty much the whole day unboxing everything finishing up just before the stars fully came out, you started to regret your decision to start the job. The whole process had been so quick passed your decision were finally catching up with your mind.

You would be apart from your friends and family for the first time, before, they were always at the very least a few hours drive away but now you were in the middle of nowhere and still didn’t fully know what the job that brought you here was.

With nothing better to do you walked outside to the backyard fresh air would be your temporary cure to this uneasy feeling.

Although calling it a backyard was a gross exaggeration, it was a space behind the house that lead directly into the forest you were soon to be studying.

You stepped into the middle of the backyard and promptly laid down on the grass, it was soft and inviting. The light breeze on your face was extremely rewarding after building up a sweat from today’s labors.

Looking up at the expanse of star it was clear you were in the forest you thought, the light pollution was almost nothing. Compared to the town you were raised in it was like being teleported to another planet.

Usually the sound of cars and people would be flooding your ears but here, under these beautiful stars all you could hear was the faint sound of water rushing and crickets, with a chorus of random animal sounds.

It was new and unusual for you.

You always had music playing but right now you felt no urge to pull your phone out and play anything.

The sky and natural band of sounds playing was enough, you stayed there for at least an hour just looking and listening.

Nature truly was mesmerizing.

You could have stayed like that for an eternity just looking and listening.

What stirred you to finally check your phone and go in was this growing presence that made your skin crawl.

Almost as if something was taking you in just as much you were taking in the starry sky.

At first you thought it was your imagination. It was dark out and you were new to the area your mind could have just been playing tricks on you.

Sitting up to get a proper look just to make sure because none of the animals that are known for being around here would still be out this late specially not with all new human activity in the areas from your moving.

Maybe it was just your nerves from starting the new job tomorrow. Rationalizing with yourself as you searched the perimeter of the backyard you began to ease back down relaxing.

That was until you seen it.

Eyes starring back at you.

Red eyes.

City folk as you were you knew enough to tell red was NOT a normal color for animals.

Making sure you made no sudden movements you began to head inside trying to keep your cool as much as possible, whatever was lurking in those trees you definitely didn’t wanna alarm it.

The night after that was quick, a shower and to bed you went. You made sure to check your alarms multiple times though. You didn’t wanna be late to your high paying job after all.

Just like the night the morning was brief, getting ready was quick.

Even your curls were working for you this morning, the only real debate was whether you wanted them out or up. Opting for out, there wasn’t much field work today, seeing as it was your first, so you was sure having your hair in its curled state would be fine.

Clothes was simple enough, there was no real dress code to your knowledge so you just put on a simple outfit a comfortable cute top and some light washed jeans.

Glasses on last and finally doing one last check of the house and you were out the door.

You were equal parts excited, curious, and nervous.

This was your dirst big job… like ever.

The drive to work was about 10 minutes, enough time to play some music and calm your thoughts and wake up a bit more.

Shallowly you thought about if there would be anyone fine working with you. What can you say you were a simple gal, having someone attractive at work made it more fun.

Pulling up to the building you were surprised by how old it looked, in your head you were picturing large brutalist esque architecture. The building before you was nothing like that, it sorta reminded you of the famous Charles Xavier’s School for Gifted youngsters. You had been once with your family when you were young.

The building was like someone took an old English mansion n dropped it in the middle of a jungle.

You check your phone making sure your drive didn’t take up too much time.

Right on time, perfect.

Looking in the mirror of the work issued car one more time making sure you looked alright, you taking a deep breath stealing myself to set off to start your new mysterious job.

Honestly you didn’t even know where you were going once you got in the building, it wasn’t like you were sent a message on where to go and you didn’t wanna look stupid just standing there so you just tried going up to the first person you see attempting to look as confident as you could muster. (Switch to first person from now on)

I found an older looking woman who was reading over some papers.

Making a beeline to her, before I could even say anything almost as if she had a 5th sense she looks up from her papers to look me over.

“Hello dear!” She said in an accent, the type that made you wanna listen to her for hours

“You must be the new Anthropologist on site, I’ve been expecting you, im Doctor Inroda Rumna, you can just call me Inroda though” she smiled at me.

Up closer I could really take in the details of the women.

she was quite beautiful, tall, tanned, with rich dark eyes, and her hair was done up. I had to force myself to listen to the words coming out her mouth, everything about her was so mesmerizing.

I guess my question of would there be fine people was answered swiftly.

“So y/n you’ll be with me all morning, although the director will be meeting us after I give you a tour of the facility ” ending her sentence with the loveliest of smile again.

“Have you eaten dear? Today will be long so I wanna make sure you’ve gotten enough to power through all day long”

I was just about to say I’ll be alright when my stomach so rudely answered for me

She laughed lightly and walked me to the cafeteria

We talked about small things until I was done eating, a parfait and a big cup of tea was my breakfast of choice while we made idle conversation

Beginning the tour promptly after.

Seeing the library, garden, a few research facilities and Inroda even introduced me to a few other faculties. I asked tons of questions along the way, there was so much to take in.

I indeed was learning so much but at the same time it felt like there was an elephant in the room.

I still didn’t know what I or anyone for that matter was doing here.

We were all in this big building researching something, but either I was just that dumb or it was being kept a secret.

But that’s ridiculous so instead of letting my mind fill in the blanks I did the next best thing, asked Inroda

“Miss Inroda-

“Inronda dear it’s okay” she flashed that beautiful smile I had began to grow found of.

“Inroda” I corrected

“we’ve been walking around for a while now and I’m quite embarrassed to admit, but what exactly are we doing here?”

“I was wondering when you’d ask, you seemed the inquisitive type, most our new hires go a lot longer before they realized they don’t know what’s goin on. Unfortunately it’s not my job to say, not everyone has that clearance” she actually winked at me, now I was interested even more

I began to say something when Inroda opened the door to a room tucked into the back of the facility mansion thing, still don’t know which to call it. The building was such a mix of regular Manson architecture and research bays it was definitely far for the labs and minimalist design you got used to at college, a difference I welcomed though.

The room I walked into was a nice size, and had a large window that overlooked the forest. There was paperwork everywhere and notes stuck to random places with scribbles all over them.

Where the desk was I expected a person, but it was empty. Said person was currently in front of a white board writing something as they were on the phone listening intently.

Inroda motions for me to stay near the door as she walks over to the other women.

The women was definitely still older then me but younger then Inroda. They looked to be comfortable with each other, making no stressed movements as Inroda tapped her shoulder, the other women wishing her goodbyes to whomever was on the other end of the phone call, after which Inroda began whispering something in her ear.

The woman seemed pleased yet surprised, she looked over to me, taking in my whole presence.

Whatever she thought it did not show.

“Miss y/n please come here let us talk”

She gestures to a set of couches and chairs on the other side of the room,picking up a packet that had my name on it and sitting gracefully, I rush over and sat trying to seem as cool as her.

“I’m director Izema” she said as she handed me the packet.

Inroda had excused herself to continue her work so I was left alone with the director.

Looking at her now she looked nothing like Miss Inroda other than them both being tall that’s where the similarities ended. Ironda was beautiful in the way spring is beautiful, warm, rich, and inviting. Izema on the other hand was winter. She had a bewitching Beaty to her, but I could tell she was the cold, silent type.

“As you have probably noticed by now you haven’t been well informed about what it is exactly your doing here, that is by design” Miss izema too had an accept, hers sounded Caribbean.

Realizing I’ve spent more time thinking bout accents and appearance I mentally scold myself, pointless distractions my kryptonite.

“The reason for this is for decades now we have been researching something” She paused looking for the right word

“Different”

I look up for the papers I had been lazily looking though.

Different?

What could she mean, like odd, new, strange ?

I mean it’s not like different things didn’t already exist, everyday there’s a new story of the avengers and there crazy powers, what could be so different out there in the jungle.

Still i say nothing and let her continue, after all, I was the newbie here.

“Are you familiar with dragons Miss l/n”

“I’ve heard of them yes, but I always thought they were just some mythological creature?”

“Thor was once just a mythical god too”

“Fair point” I think back to my own family and how… different we were

Lord what did my parents get me into.

“So does that mean you found one?” I question

“Technically no, we have never been able to record a picture or video something seems to always mess with our tec, and they allude capture expertly. The towns people aren’t very helpful either.”

She watches me for a moments, almost daring me to question if they still even are real then, but the way she looks at me is enough proof for me to stay silent. She sees pleased by that.

“I am simply the current director in a line who believes there is something to be found here. Many facilities has seen them with there own eyes. I too have personally had the pleasure of conversing with a dragon. They are quite annoying if I’m being honest”

A laugh a bit at her comment, she on the other hand seems unamused.

“I do not doubt you Director Izema, but I’m still confused as to why you would hire an Anthropologist to help you?”

“I’ve read a few of your papers miss y/n and I know about your family.”

She’s gonna say the thing

“Witches”

She said the thing

“I think you have me confused with someone else Director ” I become a bit defensive, I was always told to keep that a secret and here is this random (beautiful) woman directly confronting me with it.

“It’s okay y/n I won’t tell anyone, I happen to know your mother” my mother has never mentioned this women in my life I think to myself

“Anywhom that’s not really even the reason your here, as I said I’ve read some of your papers,

We were hoping that you could do some ground research, learn the culture, interviews the people and analyze data and consult us, we have reached a standstill with the people of this area and we would like you to help us…” she pause for a moment and something seemed to light in her dark bewitching eyes, amusement I thought.

“Dragons seem to respond more to anthropologists, over the last 60 years of research they only ever seem to interact with ppl of your field, although not all these interactions end with anthropologists alive I must say”

My eyes grow wide at the statement, now I see why I’m getting payed so much. Why the hell did my parents recommend this job.

Director Izema seems entertained by my fright, the most emotion I seen on her face since this conversation began.

“Also your… special magical background has lead me to believe we might actually get some where with them. Do not be in fear of your identity coming out only a handful of people at this facility know what your capacity’s are, and it will stay that way. Your parents were more than clear on that I can assure you. “ she said staring at me with deep sincerity

“Anywhom I have given you some of the notes and research we alr have on the subjects, you will be placed in a team of scientists from other Fields. Your job is simple enough, bring me back new data on the subjects, you will basically have free rain other than that you are dismissed.”

With that director Izema takes me to where I will be stationed and she promptly disappears to do whatever directors do.

After introductions to my team I find my work area, deciding to start small I begin giving the previous research and thorough read through. putting on a good playlist and beginning the long journey ahead.

For a moment I got flash backs of college, distance really does make the heart grow founder because I was thinking of that hell whole and actually kinda missing it.

From what I can gather it becomes glaringly obvious why in the last 20 or so years why they haven’t gotten anywhere.

Other than the egregious amounts of force being used against the subjects, it was clear that not once has the F.I.N.D. organization (Find, investigate, negotiate, database) tried to empathize with.

Every field incident report begans with deadly force and terrorization as the main tactic, of course the dragons would meet that with deadly force in tandem.

They were not only protecting their homeland but themselves for tyrannical militants.

No wonder Anthropologist were the only ones able to learn anything from the dragons, they were the only ones to regard them with a modicum of respect.

For a building of highly educated people, everything before me seemed quite stupid.

Report after report read the same, it was awful. I was beginning to get sick, how could I be working for people like this. It was all so deplorable, quitting didn’t sound so bad, granted it hadn’t even been a full day.

Flipping through the files learning nothing of value I was about to stop when I came cross a file from 25 years ago labeled as the Red Night.

At first I didn’t think much of it.

It was marked the same as all the others, I had already read so many I was tempted to just put them all down and go for a walk, that was until I started reading the report.

It was pouring down, moon high in the sky, the head researcher at the time had been tracking signs of dragon movement for months. He was certain he had found the general area in which the dragons lived, wanting to test his suspicions he sent out an armed platoon into the area.

Searching from dusk till dawn, they were ready to call it yet another failure, when accidentally some of the soldiers who got lost found an unmarked house.

It was hidden well in the forest, farm from prying F.I.N.D eyes.

The two soldiers who found the house reported that there was something moving inside, with the go ahead from there captain they broke down the door and entered the home.

Inside was a dragon, the subject appeared women, the report noted.

Something was off though, the dragon wasn’t attacking instead She even seemed in agony however the soldiers hadn’t began an assault of any kind.

The soldiers moved forward to investigate more when a never before documented event happened, the dragon started pleading with the soldiers to not harm her.

Only until one of the soldiers began binding her to take her in did it become clear why such a powerful creature was rendered so weak.

She was in labor.

Once they realized they immediately radioed in.

If they were able to successfully bring her in not only would they have their first live test subject to study, they could study a newborn dragon as well.

The director of the institute was called in and the mission was now labeled priority one.

This would change everything.

Everyone was being sent to the soldiers and their prized catch.

The two soldiers were now tasked with keeping the dragon in place and alive until the rest of the researchers came to collect her and take as much evidence of the historical event as they could.

It only took 10 minutes for cars full of more armed militants and doctors to arrive at the site. Over 20 people now surround the dragon studying and poking at the creature.

It became clear that something was wrong with her as she tried her best to remain conscious, the doctors on sit immediately could tell something was up with her delivery too but when they tried communicating with the mother to be she refused to speak to them, lashing out if they came to close.

They would have to put her to sleep if they wanted to keep both her and the baby.

It was beginning to get very dangerous she was loosing a lot of blood, all attempts to get near her failed. Anyone who came too close was met with a razor sharp claw that could take an arm off. Time was wasting and the director was beginning to get nervous he was going to loose a precious test subjects.

All the doctors from the facility only seem to aggravate the dragoness more worsening her condition.

That’s when they arrived, the director had called on doctors from the town as a last hope but all of them said no, even back then everyone already hated the F.I.N.D organization.

The only local to show was Doctor Alessandra the local mystic.

They came in with a busted car light barely visible through the heavy down pour and got striaght to the point,

“Bring me to her now”.

The soliders surrounding the small home at first held the Doctor back from getting inside Doctors Alessandra being historically violent towards F.I.N.D. in the past when the Director at the time himself stopped them.

“Let them through, we have no other options, we cannot loose her” he then walked them to the door informing the doctor as they walked.

“Clear them out they are useless and are not helping” Alessandra said walking in with the director.

Doctors in the room began to object when the Director cut in, telling them leave everything behind, there was nothing left for F.I.N.D to do except wait and takes what’s there’s after.

The Director tried to stay in the room too, hoping to witness this miracle when Doctor Alessandria

motioned for him to leave too.

“You are no better than those helpless idiots in doctor whites, leave you villainous man” and leave he did, he had began hearing commotion from outside anyways and thought to go see what was going on.

Just before he left the room he looked upon the scene and heard something that surprised him but also reaffirmed his suspicions.

Doctor Alessandria rushing to the dragons side, and the creature letting them.

“I’m here I’m here, I’m sorry I was not sooner my friend”

They knew each other,

for years the townsfolk had played dumb to the questions the F.I.N.D. organization has asked and this moment proved what the directors thought.

Before he could think on it any further something else caught his attention quickly.

Everyone was running around screaming.

Chaos had broken loose, it was hard to see because the night had met its climax and the rain was still not letting up. Other than the few flashlights that the platoons brought stars were the only source of light and all the car lights off for some reason.

Something was darting around faster than eyes could follow. Every time it stopped a body dropped.

Through the screaming coming from inside the house and those coming from the rapidly depleting force of men, the director realized something that he had forgotten to think about in the excitement of finding the pregnant dragon.

Why was she alone.

Her partner wasn’t there, probably trying to find a natural solution to his partners birthing problems.

And when he did, he returned to a bunch of weapon welding humans and the screams from his partner

Knowing what the humans were capable of he began ripping through them all trying to get to her.

The director favoring self preservation ran to the nearest car. He had to document all that he found tonight and dying would make that impossible.

Pushing soldiers and medical staff out the way he got to a car closing the door in the face of a soldier trying to get away in the same car as him and started the engine.

The dragon male snatched the soldier screaming into the night, the last thing the director seen before getting away was what could only be described as pure carnage.

Blood and body parts everywhere, the few living people left screaming and running trying to escape.

It was another week before anyone attempted to return to the location of the massacre, and when they did the scene looked even more terrifying in the light of day.

What happened to the pregnant dragoness, Doctor Alessandria, and the rampaging dragon was unknown.

Nothing was left of the house only ash someone had burned it completely to the ground, whatever research and evidence that could have been taken purposefully destroyed.

The event was named the red night filed away and because most the evidence was destroyed it was never spoken of again. That concluded the full report given by the Director

Some photos of the sight were in the file showing the fire didn’t spread to the body’s of the dead men or the forest. It was very clear whoever set the fire only cared to cover up the dragons trial.

The files had some additional notes about the events after the Red Night.

Mostly just repeating how much of a utter failure the night was and how the director was the only one who made it out alive that night, other then some people at the mansion who stayed behind and heard everything through the comes.

Unfortunately there was no one to speak to about it either I thought. They had all either died or left the organization immediately after.

Attempts were made to search for Doctor Alessandria in the village but once again was met with nothing helpful. After that event research became slow for years.

On one side the dragons were obviously making an effort not to be found again and on another side everyone was to scared to work for the F.I.N.D organization after the death of over 20 personnel in one night.

This was by far the most noticeable thing I read so far.

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