#good bye my fellow humans

[l-gummy-l]

How long has it been since I made an one piece post?

Anyway, my pals and gals, an old AU I have:

Law: Luffy-ya, we have discussed this before.

Luffy: Discussed what?

Luffy surrounded by ten puppies he found in the alleyway nearby:

Law:

Law: YOU CAN'T KEEP BRINGING STRAY ANIMALS TO THE APARTMENT!

Luffy: But they need a HOME!

Law: There is aN ALLIGATOR IN MY ROOM

Luffy: That's dinner.

Law: What.

[athenamikaelson]

Written in the Stars

Klaus Mikaelson x Reader!Soulmate x Elijah Mikaelson PART 1

Word Count- 4.3k

Warnings- Swearing, blood, death, panic attacks, mentions of the confederacy (ew)

A/N- This will be a slow-burn series.

The reader has a brother, I know it’s not very X Reader, but it’s to help the storyline.

I brush down the black tie my younger brother is wearing, the satin fabric making me slightly cringe. 

“Are you sure you’re not going to go? We can go show those stuffy old bitches how to really party.”

I let out a small huff at Theo’s question, shaking my head amused.

“I’d rather not spend my Friday night with a bunch of Mystic Falls’ elite. Hearing them talk about how they’re so proud of their southern heritage,” Both my brother and I let out sounds of disgust, “the Confederates lost get over it.”

Theo stands in front of the hallway mirror and oggles himself. Where I am rather introverted, my younger brother is most likely the most self-confident person I have ever met. He has called himself, “A gift to the human race,” on more than one occasion. So it takes him about a good 9 minutes to gaze at himself in the mirror before we walk out the front door to the car. 

We drive in silence, or I drive in silence as Theo hypes himself up in the passenger side mirror. 

After a 10-minute drive that seems to have taken at least twice that time, we finally reach the long driveway of the mayor’s house. 

“Why are you even going to this masquerade thing anyways, you hate dances,” I ask him as we wait behind a line of cars.

“Tyler is my football captain, and this thing is to honor his father, I’m here for my fellow man,” Theo presses a fist to his chest and puts on a fake sympathetic look.

“So you’re actually doing it because you want to get on Tyler’s good side so he puts you on Varsity?”

Theo’s look drops and is replaced with a shit-eating grin, “You know me so well.”

As we get to the front of the line of cars, I hum along to the Coldplay song playing on the radio.

“So what are you going to do while waiting for me?”

I pull my car up to the front of the “house” which is really just a mansion. 

“I have a feeling you won’t be here very long, or stay out of trouble so I’m just going to park somewhere and wait for you.”

My brother gives me a look that looks like he agrees about him getting into trouble and nods his head. I put the car in park and Theo unbuckles his seat and gets out, straightening out his suit as he goes.

“Bye nerd, don’t wait up!” Theo yells as he climbs the stairs walking past Mystic Falls’ elite. I let out a sigh and pull away to find a parking spot. 

—

My fingers graze the pages of my book as I glance at the time, Theo has been here for over an hour now and hasn’t shown any signs of leaving. I bring my book up to continue reading when a figure in the distance catches my eye. I lean forward and catch a glimpse of who I believe to be, Elena Gilbert. Elena’s a popular girl in my grade, who I’ve probably had two interactions with in my short time here in Mystic Falls. I don’t know much about her other than that she’s dating some guy named Stefan, her parents died in a car accident and her brother is in the same grade as Theo. Theo and Elena’s brother don’t hang out either because Theo says he’s a “stoner emo.” Theo’s never been one to keep his thoughts to himself. 

Elena seems to walk with a slight limp which makes me slightly concerned but nothing to make me go out and try to talk to her. I hate talking to people in general, especially kids my age. Elena has always seemed nice but I’m not taking the risk of rejection.

 Or at least I wasn’t until I saw a man in a mask start following behind her.

I may hate interacting with people but I would never let another girl get attacked if I had the power to stop it. The next thing I know I’m hopping out of my car and jogging behind them. 

“Elena behind you!” I yell to her, but I freeze as the man hits her and knocks her to the ground. I let out a yelp as I turned to try to get help but a sharp pain hits my skull and everything goes black. 

—-

“Y/N, can you hear me?”

A voice comes from above me and a wave of nausea washes over me. My eyes open and close a dozen times trying to get used to the bright light before I can focus on the person in front of me. Elena Gilbert. Why is Elena Gilbert in my bedroom?  I mean she’s really pretty and all I just thought she had a boyfriend. I’m not a homewrecker. 

“Oh thank god you’re awake!”

Elena whisper-yells to me as she brushes a piece of my hair behind my head and grimaces when she looks at my forehead. She brings her hand back and a wave of fear and disgust washes over me as I see her hand covered in a red liquid. Blood. My blood. I try to bring my hand up but Elena stops me.

“Don’t exert yourself we don’t want it to bleed more, okay?”

She gives me a small smile but something about it makes me feel uneasy. I don’t understand why until I turn my gaze away from her and look at our surroundings. Dirt-covered walls, glass-covered floors, and a mildew stench are what take focus. I’ve always been sensitive to smells but with the addition of my raging migraine, I am fighting the urge to keep down the rising bile in my throat. 

My breathing starts to quicken and I can feel the start of a panic attack starting to make an appearance. 

“Elena, where are we?”

I wouldn’t be surprised if she didn’t understand what I was saying since my words seemed to be jumbling together. 

Elena glances around us and gives me a solemn look.

“I don’t know, I woke up here a little while ago before I was knocked back out by the people that took us. I’m truly sorry about this Y/N. I would never wish for you to be a part of this.”

I furrow my eyebrows at her last comment as if she were responsible for the reason we were taken.

“It’s not your fault,” I shake my head and start tapping my fingers together one by one, a habit I’ve picked up to ground myself whenever my anxiety gets too strong.

Elena’s eyebrows mirror mine and she goes to say something but a young man with shaggy hair walks in.

“Oh goody, the other ones awake. How are you doing, sleeping beauty?” 

The man starts to walk over to me with a look in his eyes that makes the bile in my throat inch even closer to the surface. But within another second Elena stands from beside me, on what I can see now is a couch, and blocks me from the man’s view.

“I’m the one you want, Y/N is innocent, just let her go.” 

I want to back Elena up and defend her too but with the migraine and the onslaught of emotions I’m feeling right now, being verbal isn’t something I see happening in my current future. 

“You’re right, Dopalicious, she’s not, but I can’t just let her go, what if she were to go and warn those friends of yours? Can’t let that happen now can we?” 

Elena goes to stand her ground but within a blink of an eye she’s shoved backward and lands on the other side of the couch. I flinch at the action which gives the man the opportunity to come in front of me. I start trembling as I look up to him. I try to push farther back into the couch but I’m squished into it as far as I can go. 

“Stay away from me,” Finally able to find somewhat of my voice again. This doesn’t seem to scare away the man, and honestly, I don’t blame him. My voice sounded like it came from a scared 5-year-old. 

“Just a taste, I’m starving.”

My mouth opens to question what he says but a millisecond later I feel myself being grabbed and a sharp piercing attacks the left side of my neck. I’m hyperventilating and screaming at the same time somehow as I hear Elena’s yells from beside us. 

“Don’t touch her!”

Elena’s yell comes from beside us and I’m thrown away back onto the couch. I’m disorientated as I look up to see the man before me rubbing his cheek and Elena standing next to him holding her right hand. She’d punched him. My vision strays from Elena’s red knuckles back up to the man, who has something dripping from his mouth. My chest feels like it locks up as I stare at the liquid dripping, everything seems to be going in slow motion for me as I watch the drops start at the man's chapped lips to the drops of blood falling onto the cracked hardwood floors. Wait, blood. He has blood dripping from his mouth. Had Elena punched him that hard? I start to believe that possibility until I feel a wetness drip between my chest. 

My already shaking hand moves to my chest as I swipe a finger along the liquid. My vision blurs as the red liquid drips from my fingertip down into the palm of my hand. I can’t register Elena’s voice as she kneels in front of me and presses something to my neck. The blood coating my hand is all I can see and smell. 

“Y/N….Y/N! Just focus on my voice ok, breathe. I think you’re having a panic attack.”

A cool hand is pressed onto the side of my face and I close my eyes at the embrace. 

“Ok that’s good, I’m going to stand you up to get a better look at your neck ok?” 

I feel like I’m running on auto-pilot or something else is controlling my body and mind as I stand up and grip Elena’s upper arms to keep myself steady. Elena returns the pink fabric from my neck and leans down to glance at the wound.

“Ok, it’s not as bad as I had originally thought. Just keep this here and it’ll help control the bleeding.” 

I must still be in shock because Elena has to bring the shirt to my hand, wrap my fingers around it, and finally press my hand into my neck. The shock of pain washes through me and brings me back to reality. My vision can’t seem to focus on one thing for too long as my eyes keep darting from the blood on the floor, my blood, to the look on Elena’s face, to the man standing behind us with a scowl on his ugly face. Blood, Elena, man. Blood, Elena, man. Blood, Elena, man. This sequence continues until another person enters the room, a woman.

“He’s here.”

The woman with a pixie cut says, her voice seemingly scared.

The man next to us shifts his scowl into a look of pure fear.

“This was a mistake,” He rushes over to the woman and shakes his head. 

“No, I told you I would get us out of this. You have to trust me,” She tries to talk him down which only seems to freak him out more.

“No! He wants me dead Rose,”

The woman points at Elena, “He wants her more.”

I glance to Elena who is standing in front of me slightly as if to hide me from the two strangers or cannibals. Since I’ve calmed down momentarily and I’ve begun to stop the tears, that unbeknownst to me, had fallen on my cheeks. I’ve also realized that I’ve been kidnapped by cannibals, that being the only reasonable explanation I can come up with.

The two cannibals start arguing about some man but I turn to Elena who looks almost as scared as I feel. 

“What’s going on Elena, who’s coming,” I whisper to her.

Elena turns her head slightly to me and gives me a frown and a shake of her head. 

“A man named Elijah, but don’t worry ok,” Elena grabs my free hand and holds it in her own, “I’m not going to let them hurt you anymore.”

I nod trying to find comfort in her words but the girl in front of me is 17 years old and maybe 110 pounds I don’t see how she’s going to protect us both from two cannibals and whatever mega cannibal these two are terrified of. I don’t know if the other guy is a cannibal but using context clues I’m guessing he is. 

“What are we?”

The woman’s voice brings my attention back to them as I see her grab his arms. This seems to calm the man down. 

“We’re family. Forever.” 

I might’ve found this endearing if it weren’t for the fact the man had my blood drying on his upper lip and they were literal cannibals. 

A loud knock startles all four of us. Elena and I both shoot each other wary glances, our hands still intertwined. I don’t usually like being touched but given the circumstances I can let this slide. 

The woman looks over at Elena and me as Elena slightly turns her head, “You’re scared.”

The woman says something else to her friend and then runs up the stairs.

—

What seems like forever of waiting and pacing around is broken up by footsteps coming from the top of the banister. I can feel Elena freeze up from beside me as we both look up to see a man in a suit staring down at her. The man has dark hair and eyes and a chiseled face.

Why is this cannibal not ugly? Wrong Turn had it all wrong.

We all stand there watching Elena and the suited cannibal stare at each other. I can feel Elena’s shaking hand in my own and try to comfort her by squeezing her hand to let her know I’m right beside her. That is until the man transports himself from the top of the banister to right in front of Elena in the blink of an eye. The movement makes me lose my balance and I fall back onto the couch. 

No one seems to notice me as my panic attack starts to build up as I try to understand how this is possible. How could he have been that fast, it’s impossible.

Oh god, I'm going to throw up. 

“And who is this?”

A deep voice comes from above me and my stomach flips at the sound.

Definitely going to throw up. 

“She’s no one. She has nothing to do with this, just please leave her alone.” 

Hearing Elena’s voice makes me raise my head and I regret it instantly because I lock eyes with the suited monster, who is now standing above me staring down at me. The man’s face instantly goes slack as his eyes meet mine, a look of recognition seems to pass through his dark eyes as they move fast across my face. The man’s mouth opens and closes many times as if he can’t quite find the right words to say. The slack expression from before softens into something that makes my stomach flip again. This guy is so going to kill me when I throw up on his expensive ass shoes. His soft, dark pink lips curve up at the corners slightly.

“You’re real.” 

Everyone else in the room seems to know just as much as me with what he’s talking about because they all have looks of confusion on their faces. Feels somewhat comforting to be on the same page as everyone else for once. 

The man doesn’t once take his eyes off of me this entire time, “What is your name, Elskan?” 

I freeze under his stare and try to avert my eyes, this gives Elena the ability to step in for me. 

“Her name is Y/N,” I look to the man as he mouths my name slightly to himself as if he wants to know how it sounds on his tongue, “Please don’t hurt her Elijah, she doesn’t even know about the supernatural, I’ll go with you willingly.” 

Elena’s words make me freeze up. What does she mean by supernatural?

I flinch as the man, Elijah, brings his hand up. This stops him for a moment. 

“I would never harm you. You have my word on that.”

I can only sit there frozen as he cups my face with his hand and uses his thumb to brush a stray tear away that must’ve fallen during one of my many panic attacks. He seems delighted at the moment until the soft expression he has on his face darkens into something that makes that bile rise even farther up. His eyes dart from the top of my head and drag themselves down to my chest and neck. I try to move away but his hand has a soft but firm hold on my face. 

“Who did this to you?” 

My eyebrows furrow at his question, and I must’ve not answered quickly enough because he turns to glare at Elena, making her flinch.

“The head injury is from the kidnapping and then the bite is from… um,” she glances towards my neck and then to Trevor who looks like he’s about to internally combust. She goes silent again at Elijah’s stare and he turns his attention back towards me. The glare long gone and replaced once again with a softer look.

“I see. Here,” I have to swallow back down the bile as I watch the man rip into his wrist and put it in front of my face expectantly. I sit there in horror and quickly look to Elena, who doesn’t look as nearly surprised as she definitely should be, given that this man just BIT HIMSELF. 

“It’s true Y/N, it’ll heal you.” 

I open my mouth to say something which must’ve somehow been an ok to the man as he presses his wrist to my open mouth. I’m about to push him off, or at least try, but stop at the heavenly liquid that spills into my mouth. Elijah brings his other hand up to brush back my fallen hair.

  “Good girl, Elskan.” 

Elijah removes his wrist and I sit there silently staring at my lap as I realize what I had just done. I just drank fucking blood, and I liked it?!??! Oh god, does this make me a cannibal now?

Elijah seems to be fighting an inner battle as he moves his eyes away from mine and onto the man behind us. Elena and I watch before us as Elijah approaches the scared man/cannibal thing.

“I’ve waited so long for this day, Elijah. Truly very sorry,” Trevor says with a bowed head as Elijah circles him. Almost how a predator circles its prey. 

“Well, no, your apology is not necessary,” Elijah responds but something in his tone doesn’t sit right with me.

“Yes, yes it is. You trusted me with Katerina. And I failed you.”

“Well, yes, you are the guilty one,” Elijah glances at him and then up to the woman, “And Rose aided you because she was loyal to you. That I honor…”

Elijah comes to stand in front of the man, “Where was your loyalty?”

“I beg your forgiveness.”

The oxygen in the room seems to be dwindling as everyone watches the interaction.

“So granted.” 

The deep breath I was to let out is replaced by a scream and I can only watch in horror as Elijah throws his hand over to the man, decapitating him. A heart-wrenching wail comes from Rose and I can’t seem to take my eyes away from the body-less head that is lying in front of me. 

“I’m going to-”

Vomit spurts from my mouth and onto the floor in front of me. Burning from the back of my throat causes tears to build up and block my vision. I feel someone lift my hair and hold it away from my face. I thought it was Elena, until Elijah’s voice sounds from beside me.

“I’m truly sorry, Elskan. I shouldn’t have done that in front of you.” 

I lift my head to stare at him and find him kneeling right next to me. He reaches into his front pocket grabs, a fancy napkin, and wipes my mouth with it. Not seeming disgusted, just disheartened. He wraps his hand in mine and stands me up. 

“We can leave now, we have quite the journey ahead of us,” Elijah leads me over to where Elena is standing and motions for her to follow.

“No! What about the moonstone,” She questions him.

He stands in front of her with a small scowl, “What do you know about the moonstone?”

“I know that you need it. And I know where it is. I can help you get it”

Elijah nods his head, “Tell me where it is.” 

“It doesn’t work that way.”

Elijah’s eyebrow twitches in annoyance as he glances back at Rose, “Are you negotiating with me?”

Rose just shakes her head and tells him she doesn’t know anything. Elijah then turns back around to stare at Elena for a moment before scowling and reaching up to her necklace, then rips it off. 

“What is this vervain doing around your neck,” He throws the necklace behind him and grabs Elena by the neck, dropping my hand in the process. I go to try to get her away but Elijah shoots me a warning look that has me freezing in place, “Tell me where the moonstone is.”

In a monotone voice, Elena replies, “In the tomb underneath the church ruins.”

“What is it doing there?”

“It’s with Kathrine.”

The rest of their interaction is cut short when a glass shatters from somewhere upstairs. Elijah comes over to me and grabs me by my waist bringing me into him almost protectively. 

“What was that,” He asks Rose.

“I don’t know.”

“Who else is in this house?’’

To which he gets the same response. 

Elijah grabs Elena quite harshly with his free hand and guides both of us to the top of the banister. His hand never moving from the top of my hip. Once we make it to the entryway something rushes by us, Elijah pushes Elena off into Rose’s arms but still keeps his hold on me. 

“Up here.”

“Down Here.”

Voices call from the top and bottom of the stairs catching all of our attention. Elijah lifts his hand from my hip and motions for me to go over to Rose.

“Don’t let her out of your sight,” He warns her as he moves to the staircase. 

A moment goes by before something flies through the air and pierces itself through Elijah’s hand. I let out a yelp but Elijah doesn’t even seem fazed. 

My vision is blurred for a moment, when it clears, I realize I’m now standing next to Rose with an unfamiliar dark-haired man in front of us. He motions with his finger to be quiet. Ya as if I was going to say anything anyway. 

“Excuse me,” Elijah’s voice comes from below, “To whom it may concern. You’re making a grave mistake if you think that you can beat me. And you can’t. You hear that? I repeat, you cannot beat me. So I want the girls on the count of three, or heads will roll.” 

The man who has his hands on Rose’s and I’s mouths moves his head to glance at Elijah downstairs. 

“Do we understand each other?” 

“I’ll come with you,” I perk up at Elena’s voice. What the hell is she doing?!? But the blue-eyed man in front of me shakes his head at me telling me not to move. 

“Just please don’t hurt my friends. They just wanted to help me out.”

“What game are you playing with me? Where is Y/N? I won’t be leaving without her.”

Elijah’s skeptical voice questions her. There’s a sound of metal, and then a loud boom, and then I hear Elijah let out a yell. The sound for some reason makes my chest feel like it wants to cave in on itself. Rustling and fighting sounds come from below us before the man holding Rose and I leaves. Rose runs after him, but I can’t seem to get my feet to work so I just sit there on the dusty floor staring at the peeling wallpaper in front of me. 

A few moments pass before I hear Elena’s voice along with two unfamiliar men, one who I’m assuming is the blue-eyed guy from before. 

“Where is Y/N,” Elena asks.

“Are you talking about that girl that smells like vomit?” A snarky voice questions her. If I hadn’t just gotten kidnapped and had one of the worst days of my life, I might’ve taken offense, but I did just get kidnapped and honestly, I do smell like vomit so he’s not wrong. 

“I think she’s over there.” 

Footsteps get closer to me as I look up with tears in my eyes at Elena. She gives me a small smile before kneeling and wrapping her arms around me in a hug. 

“What is happening Elena?” 

“I’ll explain everything if you want me to ok? Let’s just get out of here first ok?”

Elena stands up and reaches down her hand for me to take, and with a deep breath, I do.

[alexander-arcturus-black-lupin-r]

Hi! If it’s okay, totally okay if not, can I please request a soulmate!Morpheus x soulmate!fem!reader where she is half dream half human (she doesn’t know she’s a Dream or even that any of that exists) and she’s living a completely normal human life, with a human job (kindergarten teacher), human friends, no knowledge of who either of her parents were. But when she’s approached by The Corinthian, her normal life completely shatters. Like he had found out before Morpheus that she’s technically one of his missing Dreams and also Dream’s soulmate, and he takes her as leverage against Morpheus? Morpheus saves her from danger at the hotel with “Collectors” Convention? He’d take her back home to the Dreaming but I’m sure that’d be a difficult change for her to leave her human life

I spy a cooking opportunityyy pour moiiii to the google docss

i have actually been so busy this year it’s not even funny so I’m glad i had something to write. Let me know if there are any Spelling mistakes and errors

You were different, it wasn’t a thought or idea it was a fact. It was proven. You had a power, it was unexplainable and you’d given up on trying to explain it. It started small, lucid dreaming, you could fix, make, create, do whatever you wanted but it was only through dreams. Then, people. Your mom was dreaming of a new shopping spree and you just watched her. She saw you and just assumed you were part of it and in truth you were. You bought so many things and didn’t question where the money was from, it was only a dream that you wished you could bring her, she looked so happy. Until you woke up to your mom screaming in a room full of boxes and bags.

You brought the dream to her. 

Over the years you learned how to control it. Now years later after getting your teaching degree you became a kindergarten teacher and honestly you loved your job, the smiles and laughs of the little children who scurried around you. It was amazing it helped distract you. Seeing their little selves running over to their parents. 

You slowly just dropped your escapades in the back of your mind. You were an adoptee. You were a baby so you have no memories of who your parents were but the Arlings were a good family who treated you like you were a godsend.

“Heyyy, me and Lorrelai were wondering if you could humour us for a sec?” Debby, a fellow teacher like you asked. 

“Sure what's up?” you asked as you perched onto a nearby desk.

“Her ma's coming into town and she's wondering if she shouldn't be in town when ma's here.” 

“What's wrong with your ma?” 

“You know, controlling, demanding, taxing…you know how moms are.” the moment she said that her eyes went wide. 

“A-”

“Hey lass, there’s someone here for you!”  Since you were the only one Layla called Lass saying your byes you made your way to the front desk. 

You rarely got visitors here, maybe a rare parent but by the sounds of it it wasn’t a parent. Yiu giggled as you dodged hree running balls of energy. You could tell them to slow down but then they’d probably just go faster to avoid you, you chuckled. 

You turned the corner and almost bumped into a man. He was tall with blond hair and familiar black glasses from a show you watched a while back. He smiled and you almost flinched. You tried to smile back in the same manner but it felt painful and unreal.

“Excuse me, Miss Arling?” you nodded wondering if he was an uncle or relative you haven't met of one of the kids here.

“That’s me, who are you?” you tried to make your tone light. 

“Ah, how rude of me, my name’s Corinthian.” What an odd name.

“Mr. Corinthian? What brings you here?”

“You.” Your confusion must have amused him as he laughed like you’d just told him a funny joke. You became deathly aware of how it was just the two of you in a room that seemed to be ever shrinking. Maybe it was your imagination but he seemed to get closer without even moving. 

“I’m sorry, is-”

“You have nothing to be sorry for, thank you for how easy this was and don't worry this won't hurt a bit.” In a quick motion his hand swiped over your head and all you saw was black.

Corinthians caught you before you hit the ground. He had taken precautions so no one was going to remember you after you were gone, no bodies left to worry about. 

With a hop skip and a jump the Lord would be destroyed by the very thing in his hands and he was giggly. Slipping you into the passenger seat of his car he darted off as not to be late for his convention.

***

In and out.

You were in a car and now you're not. 

Someone was talking and when they finished people started to cheer and chatter and laugh. Your head started to ache. 

Where were you?

 What were you on?

A metallic smell filled your nose…blood? With heavy eyes you were met with bright lights, stage lights? Focused on you?

“A-ha, you're up, I was starting to think I gave you too much.” The Corinthian guy came up from behind you startling you, pathetically you tried to move away from him only to end up on the floor. He grinned again and you as you moved onto your back inching away. Like a preg before it's predator. 

He was enjoying this. 

“Still skittish I see.”

“Where am i?”

“Don't worry about it just a little collector's convention.” Collector? Is this a slave market?

“Why…” your legs came to and you began to stand and everything became clearer, the figures before you were more defined and you could make out the little devil's face, you tried to hit him but he dodged you quite easily. “What did you do to me? Who are you?”

“Little weak are we? Just a little sleeping dust and I think we already established the second one.”

Before you can speak any further the ground begins to rumble and shake. Bits of sand start to move from the corners joining and linking up. The lights flickered slightly.

“He's on his way people! SHOWTIME!”

WHO?

The sand started to pick up and wind from nowhere blew it high and a man began to emerged from it. His raven black hair was first, he was tall,  his smooth pale skin as the sand glid over him. His long black coat bellowed and a crow or a raven flew from behind him and landed on his shoulder.  The man had beautiful crystal blue eyes and in this moment they were filled with a lot of emotions, the most prominent one was-

“Angry are you?” Corithian grasped your shoulder steering you around. “This'll do you in.” The man met your eyes and something clicked. A dark blue thread began from soemewhere on you and connected all the way to him. 

“What is the meaning of this?” His eyes never leaving you but he was addressing the man holding you inhumanely tight. 

“Come on now I haven't even started.” Corithian spun you around and sat you on the chair you were on earlier. You tried to get up but you were tied to the chair by an invisible rope had you bound down. 

“Now dearie, tell us, have you ever done anything extra ordinary during the night time!” 

The man tried to move but it seemed like he too was bound by something. His head which had been lowered examining his bonds raised and his eyes met yours.

He was beautiful now that you saw him. Maybe he was a god? Considering everything that had happened so far it didn't seem to far from truth. If only the circumstances had been more favorable.

Corithian was a game show host and you both were his unwilling contestants. 

“I-what?” He shooks his head like a director towards an actor who read the script wrong. 

“No your line is yes.” 

“Yes?”

“Yes!” The crowd burst into laughter, you had an audience. 

“Your turn, Dream.” He turned his back to you as you he addresses the man. Dream. “Do you know who this is?” He asked as he pointed at you.

The man said nothing, but his eyes spoke for him. 

“Nope?” Well audience let me tell you a story…Once upon a time there lived a god called Morpheus. This god was the ruler of dreams and nightmares and he was damn good at his job. One day a mortal man believe he could trap death to delay the inevitable however his spell faltered and he caught Morpheus instead and after failing he kept the god trapped in a glass ball.”

You looked at Dream/Morpheus but he did not look at you instead his eyes were focused on the invisible cords on him. 

“A century passed and finally he was free. He roamed the world in search of the thing stolen from him, fought demons, traversed plains, spoken with the moirai. Eventually he reclaimed his tools. It was left with the dreams and nightmares of his realm.”

Corithian paused. “He got most of them except for two. One was obviously the devilishly handsome man that I am and our star guests mother.” 

Your mother? 

You didn't remember your mother, you didn't remember anything from your little years. Your eyes were hot but no tear fell. 

“Little did he know that said dream had found love. This pretty thing was a product of a human and a dream. Incredible. This child lived undiscovered and grew in silence and love. However a dream and a human were never meant to be together for a reason. 

The father was unknowingly sharing his lifespan with his love and when it ran out, so did he and so did she. A child given to an orphange, a mother and a father turned into dust, dead on site”

“Rescued by an orphanage, adopted by humans. Until today this child has been undisturbed, but Where's the fun in that.

“Alrighty visual demonstration then!” 

“Corithian.” The man who had stayed quiet stood forward. Every step tightening his bonds breaking slightly.

“I am not done!” The nightmare truly looks devilish. 

It felt like you'd been pinched.Your skin was melting away, it wasn’t painful rather it was freeing. You felt something behind you and when you reached for it. 

Wings

However, that wasn't the most surprising thing, surprisingly. It was your body. Your elbow had caught your eye then your while arm. It was like you were the physical embodiment of a galaxy. Purple, blue, yellow, red, your head was spinning. Something warms was rushing through your veins

“Ha, I didn't even have wings until I was older, more matured nightmare, maybe 105? But you? My, am I jealous? Well I guess I am,” Corinthian spoke like this was not a hostage situation and you weren't between two men who were definitely not human. 

“What is this? What have you done to me?”

“Oh sweetheart, don't tell me you're all beauty no brains? I tell you I'm a nightmare, I tell you a pretty story, what does that make you?”

“A dream?”

“100 points to whatever Harry Potter house you'd be placed in.”

“How is this possible?”

“And we're back to stupid questions, you mortals are so limited in knowledge it's a wonder you’ve reached anywhere.” 

A gust of sand filled the area but it didn’t feel gritty or painful, in fact it was quite the opposite it was soft and sweet. The particles danced in the air like dangerous flames. Morpheus/Dream/The strange man freed himself and wrapped his own set of bonds over Corithian.

“Ugh look at you embracing it like you’ve known it all your life pathetic, here I thought you might have a shot.”

“Corithian, Corinthian.” the voice from the sand was low and went through you, and it went through Corithian too, however his recovery time was impeccable.

“Oh come on, it was just getting to the best part.” 

“Soulmates! They were, Isn't it an interesting sort? Just like you and Dream here.” Corithian started to laugh a painful laugh. “You two are bonded. Linked. MEANT TO BE”

Soulmates?

“Corinthian, you are not a dog so I will not need to speak to you like one, you will return to the dreaming.” you half-heard the rest of their conversation. You eyes moved over the crowd. Lost in thought?

“And if I say no?”

“You can’t”

“If you think I’m going back to the dreaming with you-” Corinthian begins as he takes off his glasses. You see his eyes and a primal fear grips you, your blood freezes as you look away, nauseous.

“You’re not staying here.” The Morpheus states. “I brought you into this world to serve humanity, not to feed upon it.” 

Corithian looks to him. He puts his glasses back on. His bonds disappear.

“Do you know why I do it.” He shakes his head. 

“So I can taste what it’s like to be human. And you don’t care about humanity, you only care about yourself, your realm, your rules.” 

He's unravelling.

“I contain the entire collective unconscious, without my rules; it would consume me. Humanity would be consumed.” The Morpheus looks sad for a moment ready to cry but something tells you he's been holding it in for ages. 

“Or you might actually feel something, I am not the problem, Dream!” 

“You’re right, it was my fault not yours. I had so much hope for you. But I created you poorly than. So I must uncreate you now.” 

Corithian doesn't move. Slowly red sand begins to rise from him, little picks of his skin turned to dust the specks floating about in the air some brush past you but their not as soft as Dream's sand was infact their thick and jagged. 

Corithian opens his mouth to speak but it slowly begins to disappear as well. 

“I am only sorry I won’t be here to see-” you don't hear the rest as his head is inherrantly gone too.

Morpheu remains calm, he slowly walks over to the sand remains and picks up something so small you could have missed it. A skull.

“Is that…” you lose your voice. He nods turning it over in his hands. 

“Yes.” .

“Next time I make you, you will not be so flawed and petty little dream,” He speaks to the skull then directs his attention to the field of serial killers who’ve been frozen I'm their seats this whole time, it seems the nightmare's magic wore off. He places the skull in one of his pockets.  

“And you who call yourselves collectors, until now you sustained fantasies where you are the victims, daydreams in which you were always right, but no more, the dream is over, I have taken it away for this is my judgement upon you that you shall know from this moment on exactly how craven and selfish and monstrous you are and you shall feel the pain of those you have slaughtered. “

You watched as every single person in the room went out through the doors, looking so similar you thought they were under a new spell. You may not be a high lord but you could see and smell it. 

The fear. 

The agony. 

“What will happen to them?” you ask, your voice low and shaky. 

“Mass incarcerations, I have a fair idea that they will either terminate their existence and or give into the law.”

“What about what they saw here.”

“They'll remember nothing about today.”

“And me?”

“And you…first we must get your glamour up.” His hand carefully brushes against your collar bone and then up your neck and like a switch your back to your human self, you pinched it just to be sure.

“So he was right, he was telling the truth? I'm one of your creations?” You ask your hands sweaty in your grip. 

“He was half right, you are half my creation and half human. You are something new to me but we will find the answers. But first, you must have questions and I shall do my best to answer them.” 

“Your name is Dream or Morpheus?” he nodded.

“I am known by many names and thousand more titles, Oneiros, Somnia by the romans, Fashioner, Dream, Onierus, Morpheus, The Sandman. You may call me whichever you like.

“Morpheus.” A look passes in his eyes that you didn't recognise but it did not scare you in fact it brought you closer and closer. “Your eyes are like stars, they are very pretty.”

Morpheus chuckled. He did not seem like one who would but he did. It was only then you realise how close you were.

“Even after all you've been through today you still come towards me even after all this.” 

You shrug. “You saved me so that's a pro.” 

“Thank you, you have pretty eyes too.” you giggle as he humours you. 

“But…my life here, I can't just abandon everything I've known.” from your childhood to adulthood you have gained many things to live for. How could you just let it all go to follow a diety you just met?

“Corithian is a nightmare who takes measures as though not to have his fun take from him I'm afraid, no one knows who you are, his magic does not have a good record of undoing itself..”

“And if it does? There's a chance right?” You  knew you were grasping at straws but-

“Then you came resume your daily life. 

“You will not truly leave everything behind, you will simply travel between realms and back. Places and back, I can even create a dream in your image to go over your daily chores so your absence is unnoticed.”

“I couldn't ask that.”

“You forget what I made mention of to Corithian, dreams and nightmares are meant to serve humans, any dream to take on your role would be most pleased and honoured. Do we have a deal?”

You gazed over him, he seemed genuine. 

“But what about the soulmate bonds he was talking about?” 

“I will not be forcing a romantic engagement upon you, if that’s what you're worried about.”

“Isn't it killing you?”

“Mere bullets to a bulletproof vest.”

“It still hurts.” You saw a ghost of a smile on his face.

“It seems your values truly are intact even after such an ordeal. You do not ask about yourself? Whether you might find the same end as your father?”

“What will happen to me?” 

“Your human side is more than your dream so I believe you will simply exist perfectly with or without me.” 

“How would I exist with you?” 

“I am a ruler over my own realm of Dreams and Nightmares so to exist with me you would be my wife and queen.”

“Your wife.” Strangely being married to this man did not seem antagonising for a second nor did you feel any sort of fear or anxiety. Infact the idea…pleased you?

“Yes, there's a whole ceremony, then a party, all a formality really to introduce you to the others.” Other gods and goddesses. 

“Right.”

“I understand if this was a lot to understand from Corithian and his activities to becoming Queen of the Dreaming but you have the option to walk out of here enacting no fury upon yourself.” You wanted to smile, he's a perfect gentleman. 

“Is it foolish if I told you I understood everything and that's why I'm still here?” you chuckled cracking your knuckles. 

“No it's human nature, nothing foolish about you. “ 

“And how do you feel about this?” he looked surprised and stayed silent for a minute before replying. 

“Well, I never believed in soulmates for beings like me and so I'm curious, but…” he trailed off looking at you funny. “I wonder what it's like to be loved by you.” 

“I should be saying that to you. I have a lot of questions for you but I can save them for another time” 

“Then,” His hand was back in sight. “Will you come with me?” you had slight apprehension but you slipped your hands in his nonetheless.

“My care is in your hands.”

i hope this fit the bill. <3333

[footylover]

It’s a beautiful thing to meet someone who makes you forget your troubles.

(Leah Williamson x Reader)

As Leah Williamson was making her debut on the new EA Sports FC 24 cover, you were preparing to interview her with some fan questions in hand.

Before taking your seat you take advantage to approach Leah off camera to say hi. Leah smiles back at you.

“I’m Y/N, nice to meet you. Don’t worry, these questions are supposed to be fun” You informed her to calm her nerves.

“Good to know, I’m honestly not having the best day” She responds.

Before you could ask any further, the director was asking for both of you to take your seat. "Alright, let's get started," you said with a gentle smile, noticing the hint of sadness in Leah's eyes. It was not a good day for her, she'd said, but you intended to make the interview as light and enjoyable as possible.

The questions started simple, revolving around her favorite FIFA games, memories growing up, and some of the memorable moments in her career. She perked up talking about her love for the game and her experiences. Still, you could tell something was bothering her.

Halfway through the interview, you decided to throw in a lighter question to change the mood. "Pineapple on pizza - yes or no?"

Leah laughed, her eyes lighting up for the first time that day. "Absolutely no!" she replied, sparking a playful debate between the two of you. For a few moments, her worries seemed to have been forgotten. You found her laugh infectious, and it was a relief to see her relax.

But as the interview was drawing to a close, you saw her mood dip once again. You'd had a good time with her, and it was clear that she was carrying something heavy. As a fellow human being, you couldn't help but feel for her.

"Leah, if you don't mind me asking," you began carefully, "is there something bothering you? You mentioned you weren't having the best day..."

She hesitated, glancing off-camera as if debating whether to answer. After a long pause, she sighed, "It's not public yet. But I got my results for my injury I got last game. I’m not making it to the World Cup."

Your heart clenched at her words, understanding the pain she was going through. "I'm really sorry to hear that, Leah. It's tough, and it's okay to not be okay. Just remember, it's the tough times that make the good ones so much sweeter. You will come back stronger than ever."

Leah nodded, her gaze softening as she met your eyes. "Thank you, Y/N. I needed to hear that today."

After the cameras stopped rolling, you chatted with Leah a bit more, offering words of comfort and strength. You felt a connection that went beyond just interviewer and interviewee. But you thought you would never find out as you just said your good byes and parted ways.

After the interview, you didn't expect to see Leah again, let alone form a deeper connection with her. However, fate seemed to have other plans. During one of Arsenal's matches, you were in the VIP box, courtesy of your job, taking in the game, when you spotted Leah in the neighboring box. She was currently injured, forced to watch her team from the sidelines.

Leah must have noticed you at the same moment because her eyes met yours and held. For a moment, it felt like time stood still, the noise of the crowd fading into nothing. Then, she disappeared from view.

A few minutes later, you felt a tap on your shoulder. Turning around, you were surprised to find Leah standing behind you, a timid smile on her face. "Mind if I join you?" she asked.

For the rest of the game, you both talked, laughed, and cheered for Arsenal together. It felt like a date - the intimacy, the connection, the sparks. However, neither of you acknowledged it.

As you were saying goodbyes again and leaving the box, Leah said, "Wait!! I noticed you wearing a Beth Mead jersey. Are you a fan?"

You nodded enthusiastically, "I'm a huge fan."

With a sly grin, Leah invited you to meet Beth. During the encounter, Leah was unusually quiet, and you noticed a flicker of something in her eyes. It looked a lot like jealousy, but you shrugged it off. You were star-struck, but Beth's laid-back demeanor and welcoming smile soon put you at ease.

"So, Y/N," Beth began, crossing her arms and leaning back against the wall, "How do you know our Leah here?"

You glanced at Leah, who was looking slightly uncomfortable but made no move to intervene. "We met during an interview."

Beth's eyebrows raised, and a playful smirk appeared on her face. "Oh, just an interview, huh? And now you're hanging out in the VIP box, meeting her teammates. Sounds like you're pretty close."

You laughed, feeling your cheeks heat up. "Guess I’m pretty lucky. Leah’s been really kind."

For a moment, you thought you saw Leah blush, but she quickly looked away.

As the conversation moved to the match and general football banter, Leah excused herself to speak to a coach, leaving you alone with Beth.

Once she was out of earshot, Beth turned to you, her expression more serious. "She's a good person, Leah. Just been through a lot lately. I hope she's found a good friend in you, Y/N."

You nodded, assuring Beth that Leah had indeed found a friend in you. However, her words resonated with you, hinting at something more beneath the surface.

When Leah returned, Beth excused herself to have a word with her. You couldn't hear what they were talking about, but you saw Leah's eyes widen, her cheeks flushing, and Beth teasingly poking her in the ribs. Leah swatted Beth's hand away, looking around to make sure you hadn't seen.

You turned away quickly, not wanting them to know you'd noticed. But you couldn't help the small grin that spread across your face. The day had been full of surprises, and the evening promised to bring even more.

With a day like this, it felt like anything was possible. Could there be more than friendship developing between you and Leah? Only time would tell. But for now, you were content with the uncertainty, the anticipation, and the thrill of the unknown.

The bustling noise of the after-match crowd faded as Leah walked you to your car in silence. Your laughter and playful teasing from earlier had been replaced by a charged silence. The air between you two was thick with unspoken words, questions, and emotions.

Leah, always the more courageous one, broke the silence. "Did you mean what you said earlier in the VIP box, about wanting to know the 'Leah off the field'?" Her voice was soft, almost vulnerable, her eyes fixed on the ground.

You paused, glancing at her. "Every word, Leah," you responded sincerely. "You fascinate me, not as Leah the footballer, but Leah the person. You're incredibly strong and kind."

Leah looked up, her gaze meeting yours. For a moment, everything else ceased to exist. It was just the two of you under the dim glow of the streetlights.

A soft sigh escaped Leah's lips as she leaned against the car, her eyes never leaving yours. "I'm not used to this, Y/N," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. "I guess people usually want the footballer, the celebrity, the...public figure."

You moved closer, your voice steady. "But that's not what I want, Leah. I want to know you, the woman behind all the fame and the accolades, the woman who still gets nervous before interviews."

Something shifted in Leah's expression then, a sense of understanding, perhaps, or relief. She didn't say anything for a moment, her gaze intensifying.

"And you, Y/N," she finally murmured, "What about you? What do you hide behind that professional facade?"

You laughed softly, taken aback by her directness. "That, Leah, is a story for another day."

She smiled, her eyes softening. "I'd like to hear it someday."

After exchanging numbers this time, you drove away. You could still feel Leah's gaze on you, her unspoken words hanging in the air like a promise. There was an undeniable pull between the two of you, something more profound than a fleeting attraction. But what it meant and where it could lead? That was a question for another day.

Authors note: Thank you for reading this far! Part 2?

[bones4thecats]

I'm not sure if you accepting RoR request but can I request Shiva, Buddha, Qin Shi Huang and Nikola Tesla with a fem reader that's Nyarlathotep? (crawling chaos from HP Lovecraft) she looks normal and even cute most of the time but she can be very much terrifying when turning into her cosmic horror form or if she wants to just mess around with the gods (mostly Zeus and Odin) by messing with their heads most of the time and they can't do much because she's an outer god but around them she's very sweet and helpful and ties her best to push away her violent tendencies for their sake

Type of Writing: Request Characters: Shiva, Buddha, Qin Shi Huang, and Nikola Tesla Name: {Character} with a Nyarlathotep! Reader Requester: Anonymous

A/N: At this point, I may as well make a page dedicated to my H.P. Lovecraft-themed Reader pieces, since I've written like three pieces now! It's ironic because of how much I love reading about these characters, lmao

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🪩 This man thrives on destruction, he's the God of it for crying out loud!

🪩 When he first met you, you and your father, Azathoth, were attending the Gods' Council meeting, and you were one of the Gods who decided to spare Humanity, and when asked by him, you just replied with a sly

" Oh, I do not wish for them to live because of pity or love, silly! Quite the opposite, actually! Humans have caused so much chaos and madness, it's wonderful! And, I plan on keeping them for as long as I find them enjoyable. Now, ta-ta~ "

🪩 He'd be lying if he said he didn't find you a hint alluring, you looked far cuter than what was written down, you were always described as a being that looked more 'monstrous' and 'hideous' than anything Humanity could've created

🪩 Shiva and you would normally speak whenever necessary, but, after a while, your more distant bond grew into a blooming friendship and eventual marriage!

🪩 This God definitely doesn't care about how mad you sound with your words, he just fears that maybe one day you'll either say something to the wrong person or you'll end up going unstoppable with madness and get annihilated by a stronger being

🪩 Whenever Loki messes around with Shiva, you end up messing with his mind a lot, prompting Odin to knock you away, which makes you target him, much to his birds' annoyance

🪩 Shiva tried pushing his own violent tendencies away for you and his fellow wives' sake, and because of this, he ends up having a special day every month for him to go out and let out those thoughts and actions, and, when he notices just how much pressure was building on you, he'd take you with him

" Go ahead and blow that massive boulder up! Good job, my Being of Chaos! "

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🍭 This guy was concerned when he first met you, you were seemingly more insane than the other Gods he met, and that included those such as Loki, and we all know how crazy that guy is

🍭 The only reason this guy even spoke to you was because of how strongly your father stood with the destruction of Humanity, every. single. time. that the Gods voted

🍭 Buddha was getting annoyed with how ignorant and oblivious your father was, and he could tell you were as well, and when he asked you about how you truly felt about your father, you acknowledged him, unlike many different Gods, and spoke to him calmly with hidden insanity

" My father is quite ignorant and, to be honest, sometimes even I wonder how in the name of the universe he has so much power. But, let me be honest with you, Buddha. Because of this, he's fun to manipulate. But, don't tell anyone about that, yeah? Yeah! Alright, gotta go, bye! "

🍭 He was quite off-put when he asked Brunhilde about you, and when she said how dangerous and hideous of a being you were, he was confused, you were adorable and seemingly sweet

🍭 Your God-friend and you were some of the only Gods who voted for Humanity's safety, though, you both kept it to yourselves, not wishing to have a certain someone's rage on your asses

🍭 When Ragnarok commenced, you teleported to speak to Brunhilde, telling her your plan of siding with Humanity during the Gods' strongest point to break them down mentally, you did love to watch them struggle, after all!

🍭 After finding out that Buddha was siding with Humanity, you jumped down, causing many to believe you were fighting against him, but, when you announced your defect to their side, your father's rage knew no bounds

" Oh, father, just how much of an ignorant prick can you be? Humanity does have some, decent, qualities to them. And while I may never fully understand them, I will try my best to do so. Anyways, have fun fighting, my dear! "

🍭 Much like Shiva, he appreciates how much you try staying sane around him and the Human Fighters, it lets him know just how much you do care about him

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👑 When Qin first met you, it was because one of your father's minions accidentally caused mass destruction to his home, leaving many lives in ruin and an emperor very, very, upset

👑 You attending the small meeting with your father, though you spent your time screwing around with the nearby humans, causing the ruler to ignore your father's rambles of incoherentness

👑 While he initially disliked how unsettlingly cute yet sadistic you were, once he got to know you a bit better, thanks to some well-spent time on Earth by yourself, he began to see you for what you really were

👑 Being raised by such a cruel yet idiotic being, you really didn't have the best examples when it came to interactions with other brings, heck, you had some of the most horrendous relationships with your two siblings, Nameless Mist and Darkness

👑 During one of your first meetings while on decent terms, he asked you exactly what you were going to do, since he had heard about Ragnarok forming from one of the guards of his

" Ragnarok? It sounds pretty pathetic to me, honestly. Though, I suppose watching the smug smirks of those so called Gods fade would make me smile myself. I kid, I kid! Oh, you see right through me, emperor! Honestly, really it's a funny thing, but, I may side with Humanity in the downfall, you know how I am! "

👑 Qin disliked how cruel and hostile you were with pretty much anyone, but, when he noticed how much softer and seemingly polite you were with his fellow fighters, he would smile to himself

👑 You must really care about him if it meant you were trying to push back the only thing you ever knew behind just so he could be happier and not driven to the brink of insanity himself from stress

" Why am I so kind with the mortals? I figured I was being sneaky with my behavior, oh well! They're far weaker appearing then they really are, I suppose. And I respect that, to a degree. I'm not going soft, damn you! "

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🧪 Nikola Tesla, the man known on Earth as the 'Ultimate Mad Scientist of His Time', and his title alone was enough to interest you

🧪 Once you learned of where he resided in Valhalla, you took a small trip there, leaving a simply written note on the table your father sat at daily, and setting a straight-lined course there

🧪 He was just working on his newest invention when his doors slammed open, making him jump and snap his head back to see a fairly tall humanoid-being standing there

🧪 While he stared at you, you smiled and ran up to him, allowing your form to float above him and ask if he was indeed the human known as 'Nikola Tesla'

🧪 Once reassuring his identity, you began asking about his work, from how he made something so complicated look so seemingly simple, despite the multitude of horrendously long equation written on his chalkboard

🧪 Due to his own curiosity, Nikola had to push himself to ask who and what you were, in which you just laughed and answered him with a honey-coated voice

" Who am I? That's quite surprising, dearest mortal! I am Y/N, the offspring of the Outer God, Azathoth, and the God of Madness, at least in many's eyes I am. Humans are different creatures... ANYWAYS! How about you explain about that, uh, what did you call it again? Ah, yes! The electric engineering, how does that work again? "

🧪 Nikola was very off-put by how devoted you were to being by his side to learn everything he was working on, and, in all honesty, he kinda enjoyed having you around to speak to, it made him feel a little less lonely

🧪 While he was being scolded by Brunhilde for speaking to a God who was said to have only sided with Humanity to make them suffer at their own hands, he couldn't help but argue back with how you were far more gentle with his fellow scientists when working on his armory

" Brunhilde. While I agree with the fact that their father isn't ideal in the slightest, Y/N is going behind his and the multitude of Gods' backs just to help me and my fellow geniuses win Ragnarok. You may not trust them, but I do. Now, I recommend you leave before they arrive, it may get ugly, and I do not wish for their aura to destroy our hard work. "

[bts-trans]

[KOR/ENG LYRICS] Snooze by Agust D (Ft. Ryuichi Sakamoto (坂本龍一), WOOSUNG (김우성) of The Rose)

나를 보며 꿈을 꾸고 있는 To you, who looks at me and dreams

당신의 등 뒤엔 I am always there behind you

항상 내가 있으니 너무 걱정은 말어 So don’t worry too much

추락이 두렵다면 기꺼이 받아줄게 If it is the fall you are afraid of, I will gladly catch you*

그러니 나처럼 괴로워하지 말어 So don’t feel the same torment that I did

꿈을 위해서 쪽잠을 자는 그대 쉬어도 돼 To you, sleeping in short naps for the sake of your dream, you can rest

오늘만큼은 꿈조차도 꾸지 말어 For today, don’t even dream about your dreams

당신이 말없이 옅은 미소를 내게 띄워줄 때 When you give me a faint smile without saying a word

그제서야 비로소 맘이 조금 놓여 That’s when my heart will finally feel a little at ease

많이 힘들 수도 있어 It may be really difficult

내가 걸어왔던 이 길이 This path that I’ve walked upon

꽃길 같아 보였겠지만 사방이 적인 It might look like it was a bed of roses*² but it was surrounded by enemies

가시밭길이었단 걸 알고 시작하길 It was a road full of thorns, please know that before you begin

꽃을 뿌려주는 이를 절대 너는 잊지 말길 Don’t forget the ones who sprinkled flowers along the way

웃고 있을 때 우는 이를 절대 잊지 마 When you’re laughing, never forget the ones who are crying

그들은 니 미소에 하루를 살아가니까 They live another day because of your smile

반복되는 일정 속 내가 지워질 때 In these constant repetitive schedules, when you feel like you’ve been erased

벅찬다면 괜찮아 그대 조금 쉬어도 돼 if you’re overwhelmed, it’s alright, you can rest a little

크게 울어줘 세상이 미워질 때 Cry loudly, when you hate the world

널 반기던 손이 손가락질로 변했을 때 When the hands that once welcomed you turn into accusatory fingers

한숨 크게 쉬고 씨발 좆같네 외쳐도 돼 Take a deep breath and yell fuck it all, that’s okay

너 또한 누구와 다르지 않은 사람이기에 You’re a human too, no different from anyone else

이 괴롭고 외로운 길을 넌 왜 선택했을까 Why did this painful and lonely road choose you?

그 이유를 시간이 지나도 절대 잊지 마 Even as time passes, never forget the reason why

당신들의 꿈들이 꿈들로만 남지 않길 I hope your dreams won’t just stay as dreams*³

언제 어디서든 Whenever, wherever, 

나 당신들을 응원할게 (dream) I’m cheering you on (dream) 

꽃잎이 지고 떨어질 때 When flower petals fall

감싸줄게 good night I’ll hold you, good night

안개가 개고 흩어질 때 When the fog clears and scatters away

떠나갈게 bye I’ll leave, bye

Blooming dream

나를 보며 꿈을 꾸고 있는 To you, who looks at me and dreams

당신의 등 뒤엔 I am always there behind you

항상 내가 있으니 너무 걱정은 말어 So don’t worry too much

추락이 두렵다면 기꺼이 받아줄게 If it is the fall you are afraid of, I will gladly catch you*

그러니 나처럼 괴로워하지 말어 So don’t feel the same torment that I did

꿈을 위해서 쪽잠을 자는 그대 쉬어도 돼 To you, sleeping in short naps for the sake of your dream, you can rest

오늘만큼은 꿈조차도 꾸지 말어 For today, don’t even dream about your dreams

당신이 말없이 옅은 미소를 내게 띄워줄 때 When you give me a faint smile without saying a word

그제서야 비로소 맘이 조금 놓여 That’s when my heart will finally feel a little at ease

이곳은 총성 없는 전쟁터야 This is a battlefield without gunfire*⁴

같은 동료들이 적이야 Your fellow comrades are the enemy

숫자가 보여주는 잔인하고도 이쁜 선악 A cruel yet beautiful verdict of good and bad revealed by numbers

남을 죽이지 못하면 내가 죽어야 돼 If I can’t kill the others then I have to be the one to die

이 바닥은 링이 아닌데 왜 누굴 죽여야 해? This isn’t a ring, so why do we have to kill?

단순히 좋아했던 일이 조금은 싫어질 때 When you start hating it a little, this thing you started simply because you liked it

바램들이 바람에 사무쳐 휩쓸려 갈 때 When your hopes are bitterly swept away by the wind

괜찮아 지나 보면 모든 것이 It’s alright, as it passes, everything

추억이고 수업이 돼 becomes a memory and a lesson

잊지 마라 세상은 인내심이 그리 길진 않아 Don’t forget, life is not that patient

남의 논란에 절대 웃지 말길 Never laugh at the controversies that befall others

너 또한 그 순간이 올지 모르니 Because that might be you one day

너의 성공은 목줄이자 족쇄가 될 거고 Your success will become a leash and a shackle

더더욱 외줄 타는 The feeling of walking on a tightrope will

기분들이 너를 옥죌 거야 suffocate you more and more

그냥 크게 웃어줘 세상이 떠나가듯 Just laugh loudly, like the world is flying away

그냥 버텨줘 당신이 어디 있든 Just hold on, wherever you are

당신들의 꿈들이 꿈들로만 남지 않길 I pray your dreams won’t remain as just dreams*³

언제 어디서든 Whenever, wherever,

나 당신들을 응원할게 (dream) I’m cheering you on (dream)

꽃잎이 지고 떨어질 때 When flower petals fall

감싸줄게 good night I’ll hold you, good night

안개가 개고 흩어질 때 When the fog clears and scatters away

떠나갈게 bye I’ll leave, bye

Blooming dream

다 괜찮아질 거야 It will all be okay

다 괜찮아질 거야 It will all be okay

다 괜찮아질 거야 It will all be okay

다 괜찮아질 거야 It will all be okay

다 괜찮아질 거야 It will all be okay

다 괜찮아질 거야 It will all be okay

다 괜찮아질 거야 It will all be okay

다 괜찮아질 거야 It will all be okay

다 괜찮아질 거야 It will all be okay

다 괜찮아질 거야 It will all be okay

다 괜찮아질 거야 It will all be okay

다 괜찮아질 거야 It will all be okay

다 괜찮아질 거야 It will all be okay

다 괜찮아질 거야 It will all be okay

다 괜찮아질 거야 It will all be okay

다 괜찮아질 거야 It will all be okay

Dream 그대의 창조와 삶의 끝에 함께 하길 Dream, may it be with you through your creation and till the end of your life*⁵

Dream 그대의 자리가 어딜지라도 관대하길 Dream, may you be welcomed wherever you may be

Dream 결국 시련의 끝에 만개하길 Dream, may your trials eventually end in full bloom

Dream 시작은 미약할지언정 끝은 창대하리 Dream, though your beginnings may be humble may the end be prosperous

Dream

마지막 꽃잎 떨어질 때 When flower petals fall

받아줄게 hold tight I’ll catch you, hold tight

무지개 끝에 닿았을 때 When you touch the end of the rainbow,

떠나갈게 bye I’ll leave, bye

Blooming dream

나를 보고 꿈을 꾸고 있는 To you, who looks at me and dreams

당신의 등 뒤엔 I am always there behind you

항상 내가 있으니 너무 걱정은 말어 So don’t worry too much

추락이 두렵다면 기꺼이 받아줄게 If it is the fall you are afraid of, I will gladly catch you*

그러니 나처럼 괴로워하지 말어 So don’t feel the same torment that I did

꿈을 위해서 쪽잠을 자는 그대 쉬어도 돼 To you, taking a nap for the sake of your dream, you can rest

오늘만큼은 꿈조차도 꾸지 말어 For today, don’t even dream about your dreams

당신이 말없이 옅은 미소를 내게 띄워줄 때 When you give me a faint smile without saying a word

그제서야 비로소 맘이 조금 놓여 That’s when my heart will finally feel a little at ease

조금 놓여 A little at ease

Dream

Translators’ Notes: 

*Suga has previously referenced the idea of “the fall” in interviews before, most famously saying “I’m afraid of falling but not of landing”. 

2. The Korean here literally translates to ‘flower path’.

3. Suga once wrote this as a message of encouragement to the trainees on survival show I-LAND.

4. Also referenced in ‘Polar Night (극야)’. 

5. These next four lines are also lyrics from ‘so far away (Feat. 수란 (SURAN))’ from Agust D’s eponymous first mixtape. However, Suga changes the verb ending from the original ‘-하리/hari’ in ‘so far away’ to ‘-하길/hagil’, a more formal register that is usually used in serious, religious situations, such as in prayers. Where the original lyrics are a poetic way of expressing that something will or shall happen, the new verb ending turns the lyrics into part prayer, part request, part willing something to happen. Suga mentioned in his 230425 D-DAY Weverse Live that this change was made intentionally to better express his fervent wish for the listener’s dreams to come true.

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[wally-darling-hyperfixation]

Welcome Home , Darling! : Human Wally Darling x GN Puppet Reader

Shout out to @chronicbeans for advice and @stonesgirlfriend for like saying this idea and making it reality. So the plot is you are on the role of what Wally was and Wally is the human role. The story is starting as you are heading to start an Episode of Your vErSion of WELCOME HOME. Enjoy! Art is by Clown . Main creator of Welcome Home. I just wanted to show what Wally looks like for those who may not know

Y/n= your name

H/s= hairstyle

F/f= favorite fruit

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It was just another day in the neighborhood for (y/n) as they walk around the neighborhood smiling as wide as ever. Today they had a filming of their show Welcome Home. Though they are the only ones who know about it. All their Neighbors don’t realize that they are viewed. Just (y/n) and Home. Ever since (y/n) moved into Home, they became more aware and know their are others besides the neighborhood and enjoys the attention. So they go to their favorite spot in the neighborhood. They look straight ahead and smile wide and say “Welcome Home, Neighbor! So lovely to see you on this fine day!”

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Wally Darling was sitting in his living room paper thrown all around , his usually styled hair a mess. He was having artist block. All of his drawings were just not the most. He sighed as he flipped on the tv hoping to find inspiration from shows on his television. He sighs kicking his papers in frustration as he flips channels until he sees this colorful opening with “WELCOME HOME”. He stops his flipping , interested in it. Like it drew him in. Maybe it was the artist in him but he watched the show. This puppet with (h/s) and a poofy colorful shirt with bell bottom jeans looks at the camera and says “Welcome Home ,Neighbor! So lovely to see you on this fine day!” It was like the character was talking to him. He liked their style so he took out his sketchbook and started to draw. The character discussed about a problem they were having in the neighborhood. How they and their best friend Barnaby has taken cookies from this character named Poppy and how they are having trouble admitting it was them. He watches as the puppet interacts talking to Barnaby and asking their neighbors such as another character named Julie and Eddie for advice. Every time he looked up the character may have been talking to someone else but they always seemed to be staring at him. It kind of felt weird to him. Like his soul was being stared at. He shivered and bit into his apple. Soon the character and Barnaby admit to Poppy they took cookies and Poppy forgives them saying next time to ask . The main character , whose name is (y/n) smiles and says thanks and says bye to their friends heading home. In front of their doorstep now, they look to the viewers , eyes wide and smiling . Smiling so creepily. “Thank you so much , Neighbor for helping out on todays problem. I hope to see y’all again …… real soon! Good night ,my Darlings!” The character says smiling wide and waving entering Home and closing the door. Wally shivers feeling as though they were specifically saying that to him as the credits roll. He may have been freaked out but he felt drawn to the show. Like it was part of him. Turning off the tv, he heads to get ready for bed hoping to watch more tomorrow , it looked like he found a muse.

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(Y/n) smiles as they enter home. Really excited , they say “Oh Home! I think I finally found someone who will be perfect for the neighborhood.” They sit at the kitchen and stare at their (f/f) bites being taken out of the fruit. “He is so handsome with caramel skin and blue hair. He was drawing me, Home! Me!! I can’t stop thinking about him. He is just like the best!” (Y/n) gushes over the fellow they saw today. Home creaks and squeaks in response. “Ohhhh. So I should bring them here if I like them that much. What a great idea home!! Let’s hope they want to stay forever and ever unlike our old neighbors.” They look toward the door that was to the basement no one but them and Home know about. (Y/N) walks over to their own television and starts fiddling with it making the tv where they live and where Wally lives turn onto a static channel. “Alright Home. I’m off to get me a man.” They laugh as they step through the television entering the human world. “Woooo still not use to that feeling,” they say as the pat there pants and start searching for Wally. They search the living room and the kitchen. They went to the bathroom amused and loving the art all around . They finally come to a bedroom door painted to look like an apple. They chuckle and open the door slowly as not to alert the sleeping Wally. (Y/n) heads over to Wally and picks him up . Him being in deep sleep and their softness helped in not awakening. They walk to the tv and smiling wide , whisper to the sleeping Wally. “Welcome home, Darling.” Entering the tv and going home.

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Thank y’all so much. I do hope you like it. It’s been a while since I wrote. I’ll probably edit it. *whispers* check the tags . Also. If you want me to write something. Just ask. I’m willing to new ideas. Thank y’all again for reading

Big question y’all: are my asks open. I honestly don’t know. Let me know

[alastorrpblog]

Hiiiii, I'm a fellow sinner down in hell here to help protect this human you seem fond of I'm also helping with another human, but I suggest that you post about what your rules for this Q & A Section. So that people know what your comfortable with.I hoped this help, I must go. Charlie's Calling, Bye Al

(Goodluck Cassidy <3)

-@everwolf-20 & her OC @ashleyhart-34

RULE POST:

Thank you for the generous tip, my dear! Helpful indeed! Allow me to use this as the guidelines. I'll let Cass handle this part. Thank you again for the help.

OOC:

Hello! I'm Cass. Yes, I did a child self insert of myself. These rules apply to all my Q&A blogs:

@angel-dust-rps

@drunkass-husk

@askvox

@ask-valentino-anything

These rules apply to all these blogs, as these are my blogs and I will run it how I see fit.

1. This will be my version of these characters, and if I sprinkle in au stuff, that's my concern. I'll do as I please here because these are my blogs.

2. Any hate or mean things will not be answered and shall be deleted.

3. Ocs are completely okay!

4. NSFW asks are completely okay, as this Alastor I'd graysexual. Like I said, my blog, don't like, do not interact.

5. These blogs are strictly 18+ as I allow NSFW topics, topics such as abuse, torture, soul ownership, self harm and suicide and other things. This content may be triggering to some. Proceed with caution.

6. Alastor, Vox and Valentino are bad with children, but they try. Angel Dust and Husk are awkward but good.

7. My self insert character only really exists in the Angel, Husk and Alastor blogs, though she may appear in the future of Vox and Valentino's blogs.

8. Valentino and Vox are in an on and off, open relationship

9. Husk and Angel are in a relationship, but due to Angel working for Val, Angel can sleep around with good pay.

I'm open to asks about any further questions. Again, don't like, don't interact. Thank you very much for the idea of adding the rules!

[1800naveen]

Long rant so be warned

I remember starting The Cruel Prince after seeing a Tik Tok compilation on YouTube. I thought it would be a nice series to get into as I was entering my junior year of highschool. I left the series absolutely loving it and relating so much to Jude.

I made a post about the mischaracterization of Jude Duarte and how it annoys me because when you see a character you can relate to, wouldn't you be annoyed that people reduce them to a single trait or quality?

Out of her older siblings, Jude is the youngest (Taryn is the older twin). I too am the youngest of my siblings so it's nice to read a book about a fellow younger sister. You see, I never had my parents killed by my mom's former husband and then taken to land filled with faeries and proceeded to get bullied when I got older but yeah, I still relate to Jude and the thing that I relate to her is that she's human and her relationship with her adoptive father, Madoc.

In this series, we're shown that being a human is both a strength and a weakness. Many faeries hate humans and will find ways to use them if a human is in Elfhame. They can be servants, nurses, lovers, entertainment, etc. From a young age, Jude knew that she would never be like the Folk and how she'll always be a human. But her mortality doesn't stop her from changing the game.

"Of course I want to be like them. They're beautiful as blades forged in some divine fire. They will live forever."

"You are nothing. You barely exist at all. Your only purpose is to create more of your kind before you die." Said by Valerian. "He's wrong about me. I am going to make my mayfly life count for something. I won't be afraid of him or of Prince Dain's censure. If I cannot be better than them, I will become so much worse."

Her ability to lie is a great asset for navigating Elfhame as faeries themselves cannot lie. She enters the system of politics after her attempt to be a knight went wrong. To survive in Elfhame, she needed to become "worse" than the Folk but as a human, she technically already did. In their eyes, humans are beneath them. Their lives are short and the supposed purpose they have is to create more before dying. Humans are disgusting, low-life, and in a way, worse than the Folk.

But do faeries of Elfhame know what humans have accomplished in their short lives? Through mortal hands, empires and kingdoms rose and through mortal hands have they fallen. Humans commit heinous acts towards each other and some of these acts could even make the Folk disgusted. All humans are capable of being bad but when you have a life like Jude's, it's only a matter of time before you have to dig that out of you and wield it like a weapon or wear it like an armor.

Through Jude's mortal hands, she became the first mortal High Queen of Elfhame and in the end, the land accepted her as their queen. Even though she is queen, she doesn't let herself be too vulnerable (said to us by Oak in The Prisoner's Throne).

Her relationship with Madoc reminds me of my own relationship with my dad. Jude acts similar to Madoc and I've been told that I act just like my dad and that I even look like him. When Jude was still a kid, Madoc acted like a somewhat normal dad as he would give her hugs and kisses on the forehead. My dad would do the same and give me piggyback rides around the house. But as Jude got older, their relationship got strained. My relationship with my dad got strained as well but it wasn't too bad, just that we could get on each other's nerves a lot.

Now, my dad and I have a good relationship as I'm getting older and he's getting older too. In the end, Jude will always love Madoc even though a part of her hates herself for that.

"Good-bye, Father, I whisper as he is led away. I say it softly, and I do not think he hears me."

Jude and Taryn's relationship reminds me of me and my sister. My sister hasn't betrayed me but she has told me rude, vile things and made fun of things that I have struggled with before in the past. Like when she gets mad, she'll sometimes take it out on me and I'm thinking what the fuck did I do? We can go from sharing some laughs to hating each other. Taryn has betrayed Jude twice and left her heart broken but in the end, they forgave each other. See if I was Jude, it would be a while before I forgave Taryn. I would rather have Taryn as a sister than my own, she sucks.

Shout out to the people who got a shitty relationship with their sister🫶🏾.

Jude will always be a special character to me because she's human and stays human. When I realized that I could relate to her character, I felt a sense of pride in myself. She always tries to be strong even when she's in a moment of weakness and honestly, that inspires the fuck out of me. If I'm ever in a really tough situation, I think "What would Jude Duarte do?". To anyone who also relates to Jude, you're awesome and the best and stay amazing! Keep that head and that crown held up high 👑💜.

[rxsilabeth--er]

let's inagurate this blog with a good note shall we? >:3

Hear me out- on the line of the bullying Tom Riddle agenda Tom's boggart in DADA class is actually the reader about to ruin his whole career because that would be hilarious

☎ Now Calling......Author: "Hello? Hai, yes, thank you for requesting this Hazel, I will surely not disappoint you and hopefully you enjoy reading this, I love bullying Tom as well! Okay, talk to you later! Bye!!"

☎ Now Calling......Synopsis: "Hello! Hai..okay!!...Hmmm....Tom, the prince of Slytherin and feared and admired by many of his fellow peers and students at Hogwarts....find out his worst fear at Defense Against the Dark Arts call with a boggart...but..one second! Why is there a Hufflepuff tie being shown in the human figure of the boggart???"

☎ Now Calling......Warnings: "...nothing...other than Tom Riddle himself as a whole! Anyways....crack..kind of fluff???? Don't know..Bye!! I'm not a funny person!! I know, sorry! I tried my best..."

Scarily Cute Boggart...

Tom didn't really want to move to class, but he still did...He was the Head boy! Of-course he would!!....and because he didn't want you to bully him into doing it... as he sat down Tom was also trying his HARDEST to not put the cruciatus curse on his classmate as he scribbled something in his diary..Waiting for the professor to come as it was their practical...Abraxas beside him gossiping about something...to which Tom definitely wasn't paying attention to..

Finally the professor entered the room, pulling a large rack behind him which seemed to shake and move, making everyone curious...Tom closed his diary and walked ahead to understand things..

"....Good morning! So...today's topic is...can you guess it???" of-course no student could, "..Okay..so in this shoe rack....we have a boggart!" The students then all murmured a bit worriedly, as the closet gave a huge jolt

"Can anyone tell me what a boggart is???" of-course Tom's hand stood up before a few others, "..Boggart is a creature which lives in dark spaces and takes the form of whatever a person fears most."

"..Good job Riddle! 5 points to Slytherin!" the professor said as he explained the boggart's personality, habitat, living conditions, etc. before finally explaining how to repel a boggart.

"Riddikulus!"

"Riddikulus!!" the students repeated even Tom did, he was starting to feel a bad vibe coming from the cupboard and he didn't know how to explain it but he felt as though he would forever be embarrassed after this class...

"..Alright, now Riddle!! Do come forward boy!" the professor said as Tom stepped ahead brushing his worries aside, he can't have that! As the professor held his shoulder and pointed his wand at the rack door,

"..Alright, now..1...2...3" the professor did a spell as the rack knob moved and it flew open, the rack was dark inside and nothing could be seen, but a crouched figure of a person was seen, they straightened their back though still crouched and the sunlight hit their shirt....

a Hufflepuff tie...

A Hufflepuff tie...Tom....the heir of Slytherin, the head boy....Tom Riddle...was scared of a Hufflepuff!? That sounds like the biggest joke anyone has heard...or seen in this case...

Tom on the other hand stood there frozen..His cheeks red and his angrily glaring at the boggart...his wand pointed at the boggart who was now slowly moving forward, the sunshine now fell on it's Hufflepuff tie and mischievous grin...

"..Oh Tommy~ " a similar voice said in a teasing voice..it wasn't even cruel....but instead endearing in a way?

Don't know, but Tom began to shake in either fear or anger and pointed his wand at the boggart...who was still hidden in the shadow, only it's grin and tie showing..

"...Ri...Riddi..Riddkulus!!"...TOM RIDDLE STUTTERED?! and suddenly the boggart was switched into a tiny jack-in-the-box...

"..Good....good job... Good job Tom! fifty points to Slytherin!" the professor said forcing the boggart in as he patted Tom's shoulder..Tom was still frozen turned around and walked away embarrassed for life as Abraxas followed him with a grin asking, "..So...Tommy? What was that???" Abraxas's grin dropped from his lips when Tom glared at...Abraxas left and Tom moved to Slytherin dormitory. Tom walked up the stairs to his dorm to find you already sitting there grinning at a couldron mixed with some type of potions...

Oh god...everyone knew the boggart...and maybe they understand why you were his boggart...if they have experienced your words..even though you're a Hufflepuff....

© This writing work belongs to me, rxsilabeth--er, Aurelia, Rosilabeth, Cerine. Reblogging is appreciated, but plagiarizing or copying my works is forbidden, thank you for reading this and if you like this check out my blog!

[zdux]

Hi! I saw that your requests are open, and I, as expected, came to make a request! Your writings are beautiful 🍀

May I request some IdV HCs for Luchino with a Reader (Survivor, if possible) who uses jumping stilts? I just find it hilarious that a human can jump almost as high as him, hA-

Have a good day/evening/night/morning, and feel free to decline! Bye!

(sorry for my possible mistakes, english isn't my first language)

Sure!! Sorry for the late response, I'm horrible about writing things on time. But your english is great! I think at the time of writing my draft for this, which was quite a while ago, I had planned to write it as Hunter Luchino x Survivor!Reader, so that's what I've got going on here. I don't remember if his survivor form had been released at that time or not but just for clarification, this is Hunter Luchino ^^

Luchino x Survivor!Reader who uses Jumping Stilts

Luchino was used to all sorts of strange new survivors with strange new skills appearing at the manor, but he never expected this.

He had been in a match, hunting as usual, when he saw a rather tall survivor working on a cipher a ways away. He chuckled to himself, thinking about how height must be a disadvantage when trying to survive in a game like this. He launched himself over, just barely missing

You screamed, running off as quickly as you could, and he began to follow. After a while of running, kiting, and lucky misses from Luchino, he finally had you cornered. The only way for you to get out was up, onto a balcony, and to his surprise, up you went.

He had noticed the strange devices on your legs when he tried to hit you the first time, and realized that they were the cause behind your height. But he had assumed they were some kind of leg brace, not a device to help you jump. He was incredibly impressed you managed to get that high.

He quickly followed you, faster than you had anticipated, and grabbed you by the back of your shirt. Dangling you in the air before him, he looked you up and down, studying your stilts for a moment before speaking.

"Those allow you to jump like me?" He asked, though it was more of a statement than a question.

"Y-yes. They're jumping stilts." You nervously replied, heart beating out of your chest.

He made a noise that sounded like a grunt, before using his other hand to lift one of your legs closer to his face so that he could examine it.

"Can I make a deal with you?" He said after a moment. "I'll let you go, end the match, if you allow me to study these back at the manor. I've wasted enough time chasing you, and frankly I don't see why I should down you and risk breaking these contraptions."

You nodded yes, agreeing, and he put you back on the ground. He had you follow him around, asking you to try jumping onto different spots and see which ones you could and couldn't get to. By the time he had finished, your teammates had finished the ciphers and begun opening the doors. They pinged on their radios that you should leave, and that they could help you, but you pinged back to leave without you, so they did.

Luchino walked you to the gates, making small talk, asking more questions about the stilts, simply having a pleasant conversation until you made it to your location. He bid you farewell and sent you on your way, before walking away, presumably to whatever exit the hunters used.

Despite the fact that he was a hunter, tasked with eliminating you and your fellow survivors, you felt strangely comfortable around him. Maybe it was that he shared your inquisitive nature, maybe it was because he was such pleasant company, always offering you tea whenever you met with him to discuss the stilts, or maybe it was the fact that after enough meetings, the stilts were all but forgotten in conversation. What started out as a mutual interest became a regular meeting for the two of you, enjoying tea and one another's conversation.

Eventually, you noticed your own heart raced when around him, but not in the way it used to. You tried not to read into the little things, like how he started stuttering sometimes when you accidently touched his hand reaching for more tea, or how he would clear his throat after making eye contact with you for what felt like just a little too long. But you wanted to read into it, deep down, you wanted to be right.

And you were. He couldn't quite bring himself to say it, or to do anything about it, but you were so incredibly right. He too had started to have feelings for you, someone clever like him, someone who shared a bit of his strangeness, someone he was beginning to trust. It was hard not to fall for you, but here he was. He was hooked on every word you spoke. He wasn't ready to say it yet, but he was truly falling for you.

I hope you enjoyed!! Again, sorry it took so long, but I ended up rewriting everything I had done, and I'm glad I did because this is a much more detailed post than the original was.

[creatorbiaze]

Short Story Mini-series; Keiluvi

1 2 3 4

Amaranth scrolled through her list of installed games, scanning for something that'd interest her, though she knew none of them would. After a few minutes and multiple scans, she sighs, turning off her computer and leaning back in her chair, feet on her desk. She picks up her phone, opening one of the group chats she's in. The other beings in the M.M were normally good entertainment.

Amaranth ​​​​​​

yo guysss

I'm so boredddd

Sidera 

damn Dominus wants me dead rn

Keiluvi ​​​​​​

L to both of you 

Amaranth ​​​​​​

L to you too, anonymous secret being >:[

Venenum ​​​​​​

Was I summoned?

Amaranth

no, you're not as secrety as Keiluvi

Velkure ​​​​​​

Am I secret E?

Amaranth ​​​​​​

I mean..

you're a Historian 

so yeah

Keiluvi ​​​​​​

no one even knows what I am 〜⁠(⁠꒪⁠꒳⁠꒪⁠)⁠〜〜⁠(⁠꒪⁠꒳⁠꒪⁠)⁠〜

Snow Sky ​​​​​​

so uh

completely random question

how do you get whipped marshmallows off of the ceiling of a quartz palace

Keiluvi ​​​​​​

better question

how do you get whipped marshmallows ONTO the ceiling of a quartz palace???

Amaranth

^

Snow Sky ​​​​​​

uhh

chaos and anarchy

Keiluvi ​​​​​​

crow of judgment

Snow Sky ​​​​​​

wha?? 😰

Keiluvi ​​​​​​

crow. of. gidhmwnt.

*judgment

Amaranth

r u ok

Keiluvi

I'm fineeeeee

Snow Sky ​​​​​​

do you not like chaos and anarchy 😟

Keiluvi ​​​​​​

no I don't

Snow Sky

😨

Keiluvi ​​​​​​

let the monarchy remain

Blood Moon

😨😨😨

Keiluvi

​​​​​​order and justice for all

Amaranth ​​​​​​

how dare you be normal /j

Keiluvi ​​​​​​

ikr 

Snow Sky

who even are you 😥😥😥

Keiluvi

your worst nightmare :)

Snow Sky

😰😰😰

Amaranth ​​​​​​

PLZ ANYTHING EXCEPT THE ":)" SMILE 😰😰😰😰😰

Keiluvi

:)

Amaranth

YOU MONSTERRR

Keiluvi

🤫

Amaranth

😥😥

Keiluvi ​​​​​​

anyway adios, contrary to popular belief I have a life

cyall later 👋

Amaranth ​​​​​​

yeah Ima log off too, my boredom has been cured

bye weird anonymous being in every group chat everrrrr

Keiluvi ​​​​​​

bye human that lives at the spawn point of Other-Realmmmm

Amaranth snickers as she switches her computer back on to go back to her list of owned games, sighing quietly. Keiluvi was an odd being, but fun to talk to.

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Keiluvi chuckles while getting their shoes on and leaving the simplistic house they live in, walking on the sidewalk by the road out of the neighborhood. The groupchats of the Mystic Megaverse were quite fun, yes, but they did need actual interaction sometimes.

Sidera's here, they mentally note, stepping out of the way as a tree swallow Avian with shiny dark blue hair and wings runs past.

"Hi Peppermint!" the Avain waves, "bye Peppermint!"

Keiluvi waves silently, Hello and goodbye Sidera. You are suprisingly identifiable in every form. Keiluvi chuckles at this, continuing to walk, enjoying the cool, autumn weather.

It's only a few minute walk before Keiluvi reaches their destination; a nice, small cafe that Keiluvi tends to visit every week.

"Hi again Autumn!" one of the two waiters, a Draconic-Avian hybrid with black hair tied back in a ponytail, dark purple eyes, slightly pointed ears, and shimmery black-and-purple raven-like wings. Keiluvi's always found it interesting how his wing color seemed to change just from the light hitting differently.

"Hello, Felix," Keiluvi smiles at him, sitting at a table near the window.

"Same order as usual, I'm guessing?" Felix smiles, revealing his small fangs.

Keiluvi chuckles, "am I that predictable? But yes, thank you."

Felix nods, and walks away.

While waiting, Keiluvi decided to check the 'The Humans' group chat- the chat between Amaranth, Ebony, Magnus, Tempest, and of course, Keiluvi, because why would there be any chat where they weren't?

Keiluvi 

hello my fellow humans

Ebony ​​​​​​

Hi Keiluvi-

though, are you even human?

Keiluvi ​​​​​​

I mean why else would I be in this chat ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

Amaranth

hmm 👁️👁️

Ebony ​​​​​​

you're also in the Celestial Pantheon group chat tho-

Keiluvi

and the Fallen ^^

Magnus ​​​​​​

eh???

Keiluvi

anyway how's everyone doing?

Ebony

I'm doing alright

Tempest ​​​​​​

I'm doing well

Keiluvi

ayyyyy Weather Boi :D

Amaranth ​​​​​​

says "that secret"

Keiluvi ​​​​​​

says the plant

Amaranth ​​​​​​

...good point 

Magnus

hey Keiluvi- I was wondering- what do you look like, anyway, and what do you do for a living?

Keiluvi ​​​​​​

oh would you look at that, my food's here, gtg

Magnus

I-

Keiluvi sighs as they put their phone back into their pocket, knowing full well it'll be another few minutes before Felix brings their food out. They also know Magnus will be at the cafe soon, but luckily he's never thought Keiluvi was, well, Keiluvi, and wouldn't for quite a while. At least by then, Keiluvi would have switched Realms again.

Keiluvi spends the next few minutes bored, resting their head on their hand, silently counting down how long until their food is at their table and how long until Magnus will be at the cafe.

Five... four...

Felix comes out of the kitchen with Keiluvi's normal order- a chocolate crepe with caramel- and Keiluvi can faintly hear footsteps coming to the Cafe.

Three... two...

Felix walks quickly to Keiluvi's table, and the footsteps get closer.

One... zero. perfect prediction, like always.

Felix puts the plate infront of Keiluvi at the same time Magnus walks in, not even noticing Keiluvi.

"enjoy your meal," Felix smiles.

"thank you, I will," Keiluvi smiles back, chuckling silently. Everything was always so predictable, just as they liked it.

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Beyond the Lights, Pt 3

Dating Lena isn't easy. If that's even what they're doing. Part of Kara feels like she's simply tagging along for the whirlwind life of Lena Luthor, flitting from interview to recording studio to modelling shoots. But just when Kara is about to call enough and leave, she catches Lena's eye, and the smile that answers that split moment of eye contact makes the stolen hours, minutes, moments between them worth it.

In those stolen moments, Lena finally begins to open up. About her life, her feelings. The fact she wants to write her own songs. The fact she never wanted to sing pop in the first place-- how her true love are the haunting melodies of her homeland, and that one day she wants to bring the lilting style to an eponymous album.

In exchange, Kara shares that while she does actively love her job, she's already wearing thin. The job is tough, and she sees too much for her faith in humanity to remain intact. She doesn't ever want to lose sight of the good in people, but she doesn't know what else she could ever do that could help people in the same way she does now.

It's tender, and somehow more intimate than any sex Kara's ever had. She feels like Lena can see inside her, and as they continue whatever it is they're doing, she slowly discovers that she can read Lena.

She can see how much the pressure of Lena's career weighs on her. She sees the way Lena's eyes flick to her mother when a photographer asks to see more and more skin, and how Lena's jaw tightens when Lillian always gives the greenlight, either ignorant or indifferent to her daughter's discomfort.

Kara sees how uncomfortable Lena is in a room full of people all clamoring for her attention-- or just clamoring for her, attention be damned. At times it seems like Lena is nothing but a doll to them, to be moved this way and that, and that is when Lena is the most frighteningly empty.

Their intimacy comes to a screeching halt, however, when Kara finds out that Lena is in a relationship with fellow recording artist and frequent collaborator Jack Spheer. Lena assures her that it's just for the label, that Jack is gay too, it means nothing... but Kara can't shake the hurt of having to find out from a tabloid first-- and that it means Lena isn't being as honest as she thought.

"So if the press thinks you and Spheer are dating," Kara says carefully, "what exactly do they think we're doing?"

"Does is matter?" Lena asks, sliding her hand over Kara's.

Kara pulls away. "Yes. It matters. I spent too much of my life hiding who I was and who I wanted. I'm not going to do that again."

"What do you expect me to do, Kara? The label is holding my album over my head-- if I don't give them the version of me they want, they'll scrap the whole thing!"

"Why does it even matter? It's not your music! You said you don't even like--"

"I have not worked as hard as I have, sacrificed as much as I have, to see it all go up in smoke."

Kara regards her solemnly. "Then I guess that's it."

"Wait, what?"

"I should go..."

Lena reaches for her, but Kara pulls away, already reaching for her keys and jacket. "Kara, wait, please--"

"Good bye, Lena."

She pretends not to hear the sob in Lena's chest as she pushes out the door and heads home.

[aikoiya]

Undyne: Are you seriously choosing a HUMAN, over your own fellow monsters?!

Papyrus (tears in his eyes): Are you making me choose?

Undyne: …Yes, I am.

Papyrus (glares with determination and tears): Then yeah, I guess I am… Look around you, Undyne… This is where the cycle of revenge, violence and hatred has brought us… Love is the path I choose, Captain… What will yours be?

Undyne: …Why are you doing this, Papyrus?! You have nothing to gain from protecting this human! Nobody would care if this punk died!

Frisk: THIS is the ‘hero’ that everyone looks up to?!?

Papyrus: I’m doing this, cause Frisk deserves to be alive and happy, like the rest of us!… I’m also doing this for my Kingdom! My dear friend Tori was alive before both wars, and told me stories of us living in peace with humanity! I want those peaceful times to return, but they won’t unless Frisk and I talk to Asgore!… All of this insanity has to end!

Undyne: …I’m sorry Papyrus, but I can’t let you do that… This human might destroy Asgore, if given the chance… You’ll thank me for this some day.

Papyrus: …I’m sorry too.

(Papyrus surrounds Undyne in a bone cage.)

Papyrus: Bye, Undyne. 💔 

---

Aikoiya: Very good & very heartbreaking.

I also find it interesting that Undyne doesn't seem to think that Frisk has family on the Surface. Like, I get that a lot of people hc that Frisk was trying to kill themselves which people take to mean that they were abused, but what if they were just out playing & was running around like any little kid, then ended up tripping into the hole?

I mean, think of it this way, if Frisk didn't have a reason to return to the Surface, then why even return to begin with? Why leave Toriel's home?

Determination needs something to strive towards, or it becomes fruitless & impotent. You basically become a hamster on its exercise wheel. The feet are moving, the wheel is spinning, but you're not going anywhere.

If Frisk was trying to kill himself, then why not just stay dead after getting killed?

I'm sorry, but the logic is flawed at best & nonsensical at worst.

Like, what even is Frisk's motivation for leaving the Ruins & wanting to escape the Underground if these things are true?

Like, admittedly, it makes perfect sense from a meta perspective. Ie. it's a game. That's what players endeavor to do. To play the game & there's only so much you can do in the Ruins.

However, that sort of logic doesn't work when you're looking at it from an actual character perspective.

Sorry, rant over.

[truckfreaks]

I love how so much of Twin Peaks: The Return is David Lynch making thinly veiled social commentary about human rights and having compassion for your fellow man?

Like, for a guy who NOTORIOUSLY loves to obscure his meaning in his work, he always manages to like, make it very clear that he's like "Hello. This is David Lynch speaking to you through the script. Fix your hearts or die. Good bye!" ... And then the rest of the scene is like 5 minutes straight of two muddy barflies staring ruefully at one another for reasons we don't understand, absolutely no dialogue, while the sexiest, most ridiculous freejazz you've ever heard blares in the background.

This isn't a complaint, by the way. I love that he explicitly is like, "no, I will not mince words or obfuscate my meaning when it comes to messages about trans rights or the parasitic nature of conservative media."

[goodnightjar]

230903 #SF9 #JAEYOON fc

🐣:일병 4호봉입니다

are you having a good weekend!!!!!!!!

fantasy!!!!!!!!!!!!!;;;

i came to say hello before i give my phone!!!

🐣:1

🐣:2

🐣:3

🐣:4

🐣:5

🐣: i guess fantasy is busy

🐣: i ate well!!

🐣: did you eat fantasy??

🐣: these days the temp diff is really big fantasy

🐣: as i wake up early in the morning now

🐣: be careful of cold!!!

🐣: my fellow soldiers also caught cold & are having a hard timeㅠㅠ

🐣: fantasy shouldn't catch a cold got it??

🐣: now on i'll never catch a cold ><

🐣: as at the early phase every thing hurts

🐣: now i'm totally captian korea!!!

🐣: inseong hyung youngbin hyung is now (soon) civilian

🐣: i'm PFC5(soon)

🐣: anw

🐣: fantasy

🐣: has it been 2 years

🐣: since we met at Olympic Hall

🐣: what to do

🐣: at imperfect there was no way to express other than clapper

🐣: this time go all in.

🐣: my TMI

🐣: i'm gonna tell you

🐣: today i drank caramel macchiato

🐣: and ate 눈을감자 (brand)

🐣: after a while I did some personal vocal practice

🐣: listened to songs

🐣: and enjoyed some sunshine

🐣: i also danced this morning

🐣: 재융시❤️

🐣: 재윤시❤️

🐣: but even if i just felt the sunlight

🐣: what's the point of being in the sun; when my flowers are here!!

🐣: the reason im typing fast now is

🐣: instead of focusing a lot on fantasy comments ...ㅎㅎ i'm slightly focusing more on my typing

🐣: it will be quick....ㅎㅎ sorry ...!

🐣: i'll see through it all later on

🐣: i promise

🐣: in the future

🐣: when we meet again

🐣: lets hold hands tightly

🐣: got it?

🐣: by the way i wonder how will the fancon be organised this time

🐣: im curious...ㅎㅎㅎ(cutely)

🐣: when I see the group chat it looks like evryone is so busy

🐣: definitely gonna be fun

🐣: first of all face is joy right ㅎㅎㅎ

🐣: and i

🐣: whenever i turn on the washing machine

🐣: i just wash it in washing machine & dry it naturally you know?!

🐣: but recently I used dryer once & it was a whole new world

🐣: dryer is really cool (꿀)

🐣: should I buy one for the dorm?

🐣: later when I go vacation i'll tell you

🐣: fantasy after the daseulgi (festival)...

🐣: my skin color is not coming back

🐣: it's normal here

🐣: as it can't be helped in military

🐣: just in case; don't be suprised...

🐣: im also human... gets tanned ㅠㅠ

🐣: i'll try to change it back during winter >< (cutely)

🐣: oh right ㅎㅎ

🐣: guys i

🐣: have a lot of juniors now ...ㅎㅎㅎ

🐣: time passed by & juniors came

🐣: PFC lee jaeyoon nim (이재윤 일병님)

🐣: can you help me with how this is done (formal)

🐣: if asks so

🐣: i immediately feel like PFC lee jaeyoon

🐣: and fantasy a suprise news!

🐣: shall i tell you?

🐣: In 17 days there will be exactly one year left until I am discharged!!!

🐣: ain't it amazing!!

🐣: its the driving force behind me ...ㅎㅎ

🐣: by winter i will be corporal

🐣: 하하 이거참

🐣: we're there we're almost there!

🐣: (상병 이재윤) corporal lee jaeyoon sounds kinda cool right????!

🐣:ㅎㅎㅎ just imagining it

🐣: so good

🐣: when I became a corporal

🐣: i will tell you how it feels different from being a prt first class

🐣: oh and tomorrow it's Monday

🐣: don't be too sulky

🐣: okay?

🐣: lets cheer ourselves up together

🐣: & there is Chuseok holiday this month!!!

🐣: for tomorrow's #Yooniquest

🐣: make sure to have samgyeopsal

🐣: have samgyeopsal and

🐣: have one cherry coke ><

🐣: i want to add a chunk of my cheeks in the cherry coke but

🐣: it's impossible

🐣: so just imagine it^

🐣: fantasy

🐣: i am going to go clean up now

🐣: even if it was for a short time

🐣: seeing your real time comments

🐣: gave me strength!!!

🐣: Bye!!!

🐣: ❤️