#he red and cloud are the stars of the game for me fr

[eerna]

Barret projecting onto parents he meets bc it makes him think of his daughter and randomly crying over the future in which she is a grownup and has left him behind. Barret protecting "creepy weirdos" from mean onlookers and volunteering to go check up on them to make sure they are okay. Barret going to a big entertainment park filled with wonders beyond imagination and losing his shit because it reminds him how capitalism ruins lives for superficial shit like that. Barret <3<3<3<3

[blossom-hwa]

HI LINA HAPPY 5TH ANNI!!!!!!!!!!! i would like to humbly request a mermaid!mingi drabble <3333 ilyyy!!!!!!

HI BLUE!!!!! thank you for the request <3 <3 mermaid mingi is such a concept fr, hope you like this!

5 year anniversary drabble game: send me a Stray Kids/TXT/Golden Child/Ateez/The Boyz member + a prompt (check out the post for ideas) and I’ll write a drabble for you!!

Based on one of these prompts by @auideas!!

REQUESTS OPEN!!

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Title: Siren Song 

Pairing: Mingi x gender neutral!reader

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: n/a

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The call comes late at night when the stars have risen and the moon is high. Before you realize what you’re doing, you’re opening the door to your apartment and heading down the stairs. 

It isn’t until you reach the sandy beach that your mind finally returns to you with the brush of cool wind on your cheek. The song has grown louder, clouding your thoughts, but the spirits of those who were lost to the sea whisper on the ocean breeze push through them, a warning. 

There was a reason you traded your tail for legs all those years ago, after all. 

You blink once, twice. Your mind clears a little. As you take in your surroundings, your heart seizes - while you live nearer to the ocean than most humans, you’ve never ventured this close to the water ever since you stumbled upon the shore for the first time. You used to hear calls of the others searching for you when you disappeared, but you were able to ignore them because it wasn’t binding. No siren’s song is binding to another of their kind. 

Not unless they are soulmates. 

A cold shiver travels down your spine. That means...

Careful to keep your mind clear, you step across the soft sand. Pale moonlight pools on the beach before you, marking your path towards the dark, glittering ocean. The siren song grows louder the closer you come and several times you have to force yourself to stop, to let the voices of the wind empty your thoughts until you are sure you can continue without losing yourself. 

The song takes you to the base of the rocky cliffs that jut out of the water. Waves crash against the stone without abandon, mixing with the melody that has only grown more beautiful the closer you come to it. It takes everything in you not to give in with song of your own, to not reveal that you are here, ready to give yourself up to the siren singing to you now...

There. 

The breeze whispers in your ear, guiding your eyes to the dark figure sitting on one of the largest rocky outcrops. From this distance, all you can see is that the siren’s back is turned to you. This knowledge gives you the courage to take several steps forward, still remaining hidden behind layers of the craggy cliffs. 

Suddenly, the moon shines bright, bursting out from behind a cloud. Light glimmers directly on the siren singing as he turns just slightly, giving you a glimpse of his face, glowing in the moonlight.

Your breath catches. He’s incredibly beautiful, dark hair, shining eyes, a tail that ripples gold and orange and red in the moonlight. Like fire, you think dimly, thoughts still clouded from his song. Bright, strong, beautiful...

But sad, too. 

For the first time, you register the words in the siren’s song. Longing, yearning, searching for someone they’ve never met but whom they know, just know, as though the universe itself meant for them to find you no matter what.

Just the same way you know the siren he’s searching for is you. 

Your feet move without the permission of your mind. You step out from behind the cliffs, and almost at the exact same moment, the siren’s head turns. 

Like fire, is all you can think, even when the song abruptly stops. Not just his tail - his eyes burn with a low flame, glowing warm and bright as they widen. 

For a long moment, the two of you remain silent. You’re not certain words would leave your throat, even if you tried.

He speaks first. “Will you come closer?” he asks softly, and you could cry from the gentleness of his raspy voice. “So I can see the face of my soulmate?”

You tilt your head, listen for the voices on the wind. Cautious, they whisper, careful, careful, but they do not say no. 

Slowly, you take several steps forward until you stand in the path of the moonlight. And as the siren’s breath catches, so does yours. 

He’s more beautiful up close than you ever could have imagined. 

“You’re beautiful,” he murmurs, twisting to face you fully. 

As are you.

. . . . .

He tells you his name - Mingi, he says, the word washing over you like an ocean wave - cool, comforting, safe. You allow him yours, and when he repeats it, you swear it sounds like a melody sliding off his tongue. But then he asks you why he could never find you in the sea, why you only appeared to him tonight with legs rather than a tail, and your blood chills. 

“There are sirens of my former pod who would do me harm,” you eventually reply, memories of a chase and a threatening song rushing through your mind. “I left the ocean to escape.”

He seems to understand without more explanation, only nodding silently with a small, sad smile on his lips. “I take it that if I asked you to come with me, then, you wouldn’t agree.”

You swallow hard. “I left the embrace of the waters for my own safety,” you say quietly, still out of reach of his tail, of his hands. You want to trust him - you want to badly, so badly it hurts - but reason and fear keep you from taking the hands you’re almost certain won’t hurt you, not ever, neither accidentally or on purpose. “I will not return until I can be certain I will not come to harm from the sirens of my past.”

His eyes search yours, soft, sharp, soulful. “I understand,” he says, smiling slightly. “Will you trust me to protect you, then?”

For one long moment, you only look into his eyes, searching his expression as he does yours. Your lips press together thinly, not for disgust, but for trying to hold back the answer you want so badly to give him. The voices on the wind warn you to be cautious, to be careful - soulmates, or a lack of them, have brought you to harm once already. Though his song called for you, which means you must be his soulmate and he must be yours, that doesn’t mean joining him now will only spell good things for the future.

In him, though, you can only see trust, hope, and a promise. Nothing certain, nothing set in stone, but for all your words about certainty before, you know that you could never hold anyone, even yourself, to the level of surety you’d like when it comes to your safety. There was always a chance the sirens of your old pod will find you, even when you lived on land. 

And if you return to the ocean this time, at least you won’t be alone. 

The melody of Mingi’s song runs through your mind, soft, yearning, desperate. Your heart clenches. How long had he been searching for you before you appeared to him tonight?

Taking a deep breath, you step forward. Place your hand in the one he holds out, let his fingers tangle with yours. 

“Yes,” you say, smiling into his moonlit eyes. “Yes, I think I will.”

[stxllaris]

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the softest palms that never want to touch you until after a bottle of wine. / “ just braid your hair if you won’t brush it, at least, you useless girl. ” / pulling on your skirt with one hand as you shuffle away. / “ you’ll get it done before the day is up. ” / guilt that isn’t yours to have. / it’s a crooked game, but it’s the only one in town. / chains. / “ how could you do this to me? ” / the sharp sting of guilt. / you feel something even though you’re paid to do the opposite. / the family you never had. / falling backwards through time. / quicksand. / drowning, but you don’t save yourself. / “ you’re getting better. ” / “ they smile like a snake.” / you’re the stars and the sky. / there’s a part of you that couldn’t stay away even if you were forced to. / they are your wings, there’s no doubt there. / “ let’s take off somewhere. let’s fly. ” / you edge a bit too close to the sun. / another ghost to take your place after every stumble. / deep roots in the ground slashed open in the sun. / rock candy melting in water. / waves rise and leave the foam behind. / the precipice you call home has a tip you’ll reach eventually. / happiness is the best front a man can take. / “ i’ve never seen someone as beautiful as you before. ” / you disagree; he’s more beautiful. / discomfort at the tiniest of touches. / the sky opens up when you see them. / rain comes down. / poppy fields. / your sanity hanging by a thread. / “ oh god, what have you done? ” / roommates weren’t supposed to be the smartest ones of all. / they’ve got a devil on their shoulder and an angel in their mind. / you try to help, but it only got worse. / now they’re dead, it’s all your fault.

adam & eve in the garden. / a temptress in crisp button-downs. / “ fuck, you’ve gone off the deep end, haven’t you? ” / they lie so perfectly you almost forget yourself. / the spark that lit the kindling on your funeral pyre. / sugar and spice and a taste for the dark side. / yves saint laurent black opium on your pillow, a scented cloud drifting behind you like a cape. / crisp green apples piled up on the table. / your shoes are sharp, but your wit is even sharper. / what a pretty one, they say. / you laugh without humor. / a soft, hollow spot sits in your chest. / there’s a place you’ll never leave no matter who tries to stop you. / the seat of power fits like a glove. / heavy is the head that wears the crown. / you share a space, but not a mind. / they think you are weak; you are, maybe. / “ what are you going to do with all of these pills? ” / an empty bird’s nest. / broken pencil tips. / there’s an empty paper in front of you that you’ll never fill. / “ we want you to succeed. i hope you can grasp that. ” / “ they weren’t there when it happened. ”  / corruption. / there’s a red string tying you together. / the scent of whiskey on the horizon. / “ you’re the best friend i’ve ever had. ” / pink tipped fingers lock in secrecy. / 99 red balloons drifting through a hazy sky. / you try to lift your head up, but it’s so much effort. / always walking on sunshine. / there’s a million reasons to come down from the clouds, but you can’t be bothered. / hair twisted up with glitter butterfly clips like a haphazard mobile. / you drift, but you know where you’re going. / no one has any dirt on you because you’re infinitely spotless. / the empty side of your bed they crawled into when they were nine. / court hearings. / “ i miss you. ” / siblings are a funny thing. / they point out every family-shaped hole in every picture on the mantelpiece. / blackbird screaming / you still wake in nightmares. / are you an illusion? / you don’t feel real. / who is in control? / “ like you like me like corpses. ” / and all the choirs in my head sing. / it’s the laughing, it’s the laughing, it’s the laughing. / they tell you to put out your hand; you hesitated. / you’ll always be a protagonist but you won’t always be the hero.

there’s a thousand eyes watching your every move in the darkness. / masks upon masks upon masks; secrets piling up until all the exits are blocked. / with all your hiding, does anyone know who you truly are? / do you? / five seconds, four, three, two – you feel adrenaline surge through you. / the look on their face is every definition of ‘no’; you’re still going to do it. / “ what’s worse, dying or being caught? ” / you still don’t know the answer. / “ you’d never hurt me. ” and yet you just might. / wings clipped to the flesh to prevent escape. / you’ll still find a way out. / someone else slipped in and took their place. / there’s a grin on your face and a bad idea in your head. / you’ll agree every time they try to tear you down.

[basiawanderwind]

Summary of Events, From DnD In The Woods.

[We spent friday and saturday camped at Badger and Morwen’s house, playing dnd! We were down Ulftyr’s player, which is why this is kinda detailed about what he did, I typed most of this up for Derek’s sake + in case it’s a bit before we have our next session (DM and I will almost definitely have new jobs soon, ahhh!). Ulftyr was jaegered this session by Kae’s player! Throwin’ it up for the like, three people who follow our game. We’ll be back on YouTube soon, another perk of gainful employment :P

Basia, Half-Elf Warlock: Me!

Corbin/Badger, Gnome Hunter: Matt

Kae’jali, Moon Elf Necromancer: Dave M

Lorcain, Tiefling Cleric: Cam @lorcain

Morwen, Elf Rogue: Kaitlyn @morwengreyshadow

Ulftyr, Human Viking Paladin: Derek

Guest-Starring! @katerspie as Grienne, Moon Elf Druid!]

. . .

 We began where we left off in The Underdark, having just leapt through the portal after the Pudding King and all arriving, in a cloud of dust, in an old, dark cavern. On a dais ahead of us in the dark, we heard the bloke sacrifice himself to the enormous shoggoth Ooze he was in thrall to. Other small oozes and black puddings formed around us, which we took care of fairly quickly and without injury (minus Jack Skellington the necro-minion, who was absorbed, RIPagain), before tackling the giant terrifying ooze, covered in eyeballs and toothy, screaming maws.

 We hacked it down eventually, losing Kae’s other, giant ape-like zombie, Jill, in the process. Upon doing so, we looted two tomes from the ooze, one red, one blue, eventually discerning them to be spellbooks with 4 learn-able spells in them each. On looking around, we realized we were pretty much trapped in the cavern now, with no visible way out or in. On inspecting the dais, we discovered a pulpit-type platform, with a space for a book to be placed on it and a shallow wide indent behind it. We tried both tomes, before our deep gnome buddy Dorbo and his wife showed up the same way we’d come, hauling lots of books with them to try and help us out.

Multiple books were tried at the altar, with no luck. We began to get frustrated, trying to puzzle out and make sense of the seemingly random books we would get half a reaction from, only to see whatever spell the pulpit was trying to activate fizzle. Basia, Corbin, and Lorcain all offered blood, which somehow filled a whole pool in the dais, but still did not activate a portal. Basia tried to call on her deity even, to give her some understanding.

 In the end, though, it was Morwen, offering a faded old elven journal she’d picked up in her travels, who activated the portal in the pool, and we all leaped through and into the sunshine! We were back topside, for the first time in in-game WEEKS, far south of Neverwinter, in the forests outside the ruined elven/human city of Mythdrannor. Nearby, we saw a large stone half-sphere, very familiar in design, that cracked and broke upon our arrival. We discerned that we’d likely used up a one-time transportation locale.

 Turns out Morwen knew this area very well, the long-abandoned city having been one she’d looted with her old crowd many times. She was surprised to see a vast camp set up outside its walls, however, so we all decided to camp, heal, and rest where we were, before setting out to investigate the next day.

 On investigating the camps on the outskirts, we discovered a band of orcs attacking a group of elves, half-elves, and humans. We jumped on in, none of using liking orcs of course, but for the first time we all saw Kae enraged and impassioned as he fought stuff. We helped take care of the orcs in short order, after which Morwen greeted the leader of the group, an older male elf named Aelyn, as an old friend and former mentor. We also met a moon elf Druid, Grienne, who was all dressed in moss-covered leathers and a wolf’s pelt helm on her head. Very Princess Mononoke, but covered in moss.

 We were informed that a concentrated effort was being made to retake the city from looters, mainly orcs, and the ghosts and ghouls. It had originally fallen due to portals full of demons wearing it down over time (oh heck, is that our main questline I see?!). I can’t recall if these individuals were Watchers, or just also employed by the Watchers, much of that conversation was between Morwen and Aelyn. But we agreed, after she relayed the information, to take the (paying) task they’d offered us, to clean out a Cathedral in the city that seemed to be a source of a lot of the baddies still there, and at least get information on the portal open there, if not find a way to close it entirely.

 The party was pleased to be back in the sunlight and woods, back on track with their original task, and actually able to take a proper breather instead of being harried through the dark. Most of us spent the later afternoon, evening, and morning at the makeshift tavern/mess tent, actually getting to know each other a bit better, spirits in a better place, despite the ruined city and orcs occasionally bugging the camp. We got to know our new moon elf friend Grienne, the druid, finding out that she was raised in the woods by wolves. She wears a packmate as her cloak/helm, it’s totally cool.

 Morwen opened up a little bit about her past, at least as far as running with this group of “art thieves”, and how they were actually quite trustworthy. After an evening spent in prayer and meditation, Lorcain joined the merry chatting at breakfast, apologizing to his elf friends for some of his racist comments in the past (oh yeah, he pissed Basia off earlier with a certain comment about missing being able to kill all the knife-ears he wanted in the Underdark XD), and they shared their childhood stories. Lorcain admitting to his friends that he’d blasphemed against Lathander and regretted it and all the culty-ness that followed, and Basia admitted that she’d murdered someone right after finishing her time at the Lyceum, in an act of taking the law into her own hands because she thought she knew better, was above it, and was somehow uniquely equipped to handle her eldritch deity. She quickly learned she wasn’t that special, as most 22 year olds do.

Kae, Corbin, and Ulftyr didn’t get any more personal than they have been, but were still livelier in conversation and more engaging in general, than perhaps they’d been previously in the dark and gloom (we assume, in Ulftyr’s case!).

 After breakfast, and after Kae animated some new friends in a spectral raven and an undead raccoon, we headed through the gates and into the ruined city. Our new druid friend came with us, cause she thought we were pretty neat and she can jive with found-family dynamics. At first we passed by many others pushing into the city to establish a front (or loot), then eventually we were beyond them and deeper into the infested bits.

We all stealthed very well through the alleyways and crumbled ancient buildings, Kae’s Raven scouting ahead from above, Morwen from below. On our way to the Cathedral, we spotted a spirit passing through a building and investigated, finding the emaciated, almost mummified-looking body of an Orc, looking as if his soul had been sucked out of his frame, his face frozen in horror, eyes wide open. Despite this, with his flesh like paper mache and his limbs snapping at the touch, Ulftyr did a medicine check and found that his heart was still beating, slowly. Lorcain jammed a weapon through his chest and put him out of his misery, but the discovery still jarred all of us.

 As they continued on through the streets, stealthily, Basia almost had a panic attack as it set in that they were going up against enemies that could do THAT to them. She’s died before, but something here could suck out their souls and leave them as just husks, crumbling slowly. Ulftyr went in for a do-over of his hilarious failed attempt to ease her mind in the garden o’ people in the Underdark, and actually rolled a nat20! Instead of yelling in her face, this time it was a steadying “you’ve got this”, and we all felt the resolve (I take this as a chance to say Dave N does a fantastic Ulftyr impression).

  We did make it into the Cathedral without incident, moving into the basement as we’d been led to investigate. Moving down one hallway after Kae’s investigating Raven, we were met with a sigil on the floor that was some kind of boobytrap, trapping and momentarily paralyzing the raven. Lorcain and Corbin rolled to attack the floor...and won, breaking the sigil and making a lot of noise in the process. In the room beyond, there was a stationary iron construct, past another, long-faded, hastily-drawn sigil in soot on the floor.

 Naturally, we sent in the zombie raccoon.

Above a three-foot ledge that ran all along the walls, fires lit up as soon as the raccoon passed over the sigil. But no harm came to it, even when it climbed up onto the construct. So Lorcain followed, and hit the damn thing. Which, of course, brought it to giant, 11-foot-tall, magical life, and it threw Lorcain against the wall in one swipe.

 Ulftyr rushed in next, shield up, and we all followed. It was a tough one, with every hit threatening to bring the construct’s attention to the person who’d hit it, and he was a wall of massive melee damage and resistance. The spell casters were taken down to almost nothing in two swipes, with Basia actually going unconscious once. But between the Druid, who saved her, and the Cleric and Paladin, who kept themselves and everyone else going, we all just barely hung on long enough to do damage. In the end, between Grienne turning into a giant bear to grapple it, Ulftyr doggedly keeping its attention on him, and Lorcain dealing the last blow, it was brought down.

While those who’d taken lots of damage took a short rest, Lorcain and Badger inspected the room. They found that the fires in the walls did not burn them, and discovered a switch/mechanism in the flames. Everyone heard the grinding of what sounded like great stone gears and such, down below them, but saw no change in the room they were in.

Morwen continued back the way we’d come, toward the unexplored opposite hallway. Kae had sent his Raven down earlier to investigate, seeing through its eyes, but it hadn’t gotten too far before arrows had shot it down through slits in the walls. Thus, Morwen proceeded down the hallways with caution, investigating the traps but unable to disarm them, while Badger and Philip scurried on the ceiling, out of range. Using a magic check, Basia was able to find out that they were spelled, but only one-use, and then they were spent.

 So...carefully at first, Corbin dropped down to try and set off and deflect the arrows, as the most healthy party member. This very quickly dissolved into the two plate-wearers, Ultyr and Lorcain, leap-frogging down the hallways as arrows peppered their armor, doing a pittance of damage where other, squishier party members would have been pincushions.

 At the end of the hallways, before stairs leading into darkness, four blue ghosts hung in the air. We’d seen a handful of benign spirits wafting around the Cathedral, but these stayed where they were, appeared to be elder, elfy types, and actually spoke to us. “Do you come to free us?” Essentially, and it was Kae who stepped forward, telling them with some authority that yes, that’s what we were here to do. They said something about dealing with a big baddie below? And then let us pass, wafting away into the walls.

 It had been chilly in the basement, but as we descended the stone stairs the air got downright icy, and we heard some kind of deep, guttural breathing from below. Clutching our warm cloaks around us, we observed as the walls looked to be coated in frost, and then actual ice as we went lower and lower. As we came to the bottom of the stairs, pitch darkness stretched out before us, and those who could see into it saw a horde of shambling orcs, goblins, hobgoblins, and ghouls. Gulp.

 Earlier, Corbin has taken the wee, ringing triangle we’d gotten from Dorbo, and had Philip make us all earplugs out of his silk. Now, taking the triangle in his mage hand, giving us the safe-word to put in our earplugs (“foliage”), he’s about to strike the triangle at a point far from us into the mob of baddies, and make a big noise.

 Aaaaand that’s where we left off!