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[billwidoll]

Sweet as Cherry

Summary: You reject yourself to be with Rafe and when he finds out about this, he was ready to make your life hell Until you get a date

Warnings: for over 18s, verbal violence, physical violence, psychological violence, Toxic and aggressive relationship

Author's Notes: This story is a little heavy and if you don't like it, don't read it

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It all started on a normal Thursday afternoon, you were at college waiting for the next class to start. It turns out that there was only you in the room, you were like the nerd in the room, so you were always the one He arrived earlier. but incredibly Rafe Cameron was there too And it didn't take long for him to talk to you

"Hello... you and Y/n?" Rafe says smiling at you

You were surprised by Rafe's greeting, he was the popular one in college and a bad boy, obviously you didn't like these types of things or these types of Boys

"Oh hi...I'm Y/n" you say with a friendly smile at Rafe

And he smiles with his smile

"Aren't you going to ask who I am, doll?" Rafe speaks with a disgusting smile

You laugh at this comment causing Rafe to hiss in confusion

"For God's sake, who doesn't know who Rafe Cameron is?" You say smiling and that also makes Rafe laugh a little.

"okay... so I'm famous to you?" Rafe speaks, sitting on a chair that was next to them.

"and...like that. But it doesn't fit that much!" You say in a joking tone.

In reality, you didn't even know why you were being so attentive to Rafe, you knew what he was like and how he treated people. Maybe he was just trying to be nice to you to just copy the homework he didn't do.

When Rafe was about to say something else, the teacher and some other students arrived at the time, interrupting them.

It was obvious that Rafe was frustrated, he was winning you over, he was feeling it. Rafe had his eye on you for a long time, but never tried anything, so he decided this was the time

You sat at a table you always sat at, but this time Rafe was your tablemate and you didn't understand because he always sat in the back, far away from you.

"ae! Y/n! How about you meet me at my house at 5pm? I have a surprise for you" Rafe says in a whisper because of the teacher

"Sorry Rafe...but I'm going to study today" you say giving him a friendly smile, you weren't lying you were really going to study

"Ah, come on? This is a chance for us to meet, don't you think?" Rafe speaks with a hopeful look

"how about another day, hun?" You speak last, turning your attention back to the books

And Rafe couldn't deny that he was very upset and sad about it, you were the first girl to not accept an invitation from him. But he wasn't going to give up

Fourdayslater

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After two days, Rafe couldn't stop and think about you. He was always stalking you on Instagram or any social network, He was always going to the coffee shop you worked at.

You were at work on another normal day and Rafe ended up showing up there, you thought he had just stopped by to say "hi" but Rafe's intentions weren't like that.

"Hi Rafe! What are you doing here?" You ask, giving a friendly smile from behind a counter.

"Ah...I came to see you.” Rafe says giving you his best smile and it ends up leaving you embarrassed

"Well... I won't be able to pay attention to you now because I'm working..." You say, your cheeks turning red.

"what's your problem with y/n? Always avoiding me, always making an excuse..." Rafe speaks frustratedly to you and that makes you angry

"I'm sorry if I'm too busy a girl for you!" You shout, but then restrain yourself because you are at your workplace

"okay... and so?" Rafe says it like you and he were having a lovers' fight

"Rafe...What do you want from me, hun? I would do anything for you to leave me alone now!"

You talk already stressed to him

"A date!" Rafe says simply

"a date?" You repeat and he nods

"Yes! Me and you in a restaurant, what do you think?"

Rafe speaks, approaching you and increasing a smile on your face.

"no, I don't want to go on a date with you, Rafe"

you say, lowering your head, you've never turned down a date. But going out with Rafe was too much for you, you didn't want to be another prize in the His

When you refused Rafe's invitation his physiology simply fell, Rafe's eyes quickly darkened, he was starting to break out in a cold sweat

"what? Are you saying you won't go out with me?" Rafe speaks sounding like a robot that was about to attack you and you were scared there

"and that's right Rafe, I don't want to go out with you now or ever, okay?" You speak harshly, ready to serve the next customers, leaving Rafe alone and angry.

Fourdayslater

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After you didn't want to go out with Rafe, he decided to make your life hell. When you woke up he was there somewhere watching you and you knew it, he was making fun of you From you somewhere in college, he kept treating you like a slave when he went to his work place. But the worst part is when he followed you on the street or when he sent you gifts and love letters or Threatening

You were already tired and fed up with everything Rafe was doing to you, but the worst was going to happen on Wednesday night.

You were in your apartment with the doors locked and the windows too. Everything was calm, so you went to the bathroom to take a shower, going there you ended up taking off your clothes and getting into the hot, bubbly bathtub.

You lay down in the bathtub and closed your eyes, resting. But out of nowhere you end up hearing a voice behind you

"so beautiful...it's a shame it's not mine" Rafe says standing in the doorway smiling, this makes you get up quickly showing off your naked body

When you realize it, you immediately grab a towel that was close to you.

"What are you doing here Rafe?! Can you leave me alone!" you say, screaming desperately, covering yourself with the towel

"no, honey, don't cover yourself, I was seeing a beautiful view" Rafa says walking slowly towards you

"Rafe...please...leave me alone...please" you said with tears in your eyes and slowly moving away with each step Rafe took

"Leave you alone? Why would I leave the most beautiful girl alone?" Rafe speaks with his threatening voice and dark eyes

Now, finally you and Rafe were face to face. Looking deeply, Rafe looked at you like a predator, but you only knew how to be afraid

"...what do you want from me?" You speak with the tears slowly coming down

"I just want a date, my doll" Rafe says almost in a whisper, running his hands over your red face

"Okay, okay. And I'll go out with you, okay?" You say accepting almost desperately

"Do you understand? It's so easy to accept being my girlfriend" Rafe says, smiling like he's crazy and holding your face

"What? Rafe...and just a date, I'm not your girlfriend." You say amazed and Rafe shakes his head no

"Yes, you and my girlfriend yes, and then you will be my wife" Rafe says smiling but squeezing your face, Making you have tears in your eyes even more

"You don't want to make me angry, right? You know what I do when I'm angry." Rafe speaks clearly threatening you

Soon after, he kisses you desperately and madly, the kiss had fear, passion, love, aggression, all emotions flowed from that kiss. Now you were definitely Rafe's

[gwandas]

Hey! I saw your Nessian commission and I think it’s beautiful art. I was wondering what your stance is on Nessian because I found it intriguing. I know you’re very Cassian critical (me as well). How do you manage it while still holding love for and engaging with the ship? I have a hard time doing it (as a former nessian shipper) and it made me wonder. What parts of Nessian do you enjoy, what makes it still worthy of love, what do you wish for them in the future? Such interesting topics.

Anyway love your blog have a nice day!

Hello!!

Uh honestly I don't love it 😅 and even pre-ACOSF I was neutral on both the ship and Cassian as his own character. The extent of me engaging with it is reblogging art where I think she looks hot. I commissioned that piece because I'm a big fan of that particular artist's versions of both Cassian and Nesta and I wanted to participate in a Nesta-centric event.

The redeemable parts of canon!Nessian to me are all Nesta. I'd even say all the way back in ACOMAF she was doing all the heavy lifting to make the ship look good (@ae-neon wrote this post on pre-ACOSF Nessian that I think summarizes it perfectly). I've never once doubted that she loves that man. His POV feels very empty to me compared to hers. At the end of the day, she's stuck with him, so when I'm in an optimistic mood I'll try gaslighting myself into liking it 👍🏾 it's hard though when I was never obsessed with the ship in the first place. Like, I barely read fanon!Nessian because I'm not clinging onto what the stans wished it was (and because I'm picky and can't read fics where he's the exact opposite of who he is in the book. I basically only read the post-ACOSF/HOFAS fix its where there are some consequences for canon events)

I am pretty optimistic about the Ember and Randall chapter leading to some sort of reckoning for them. Although what gives me pause is that they're probably not getting another book, so I'm not confident SJM would write something as dramatic as Nessian temporarily being apart or whatever from another character's POV. I don't know. It's the only reason I'm interested in her finally announcing what the next book will be about because I'm hoping? It'll give us some clarity on what direction Nessian is going in? It's funny because after ACOSF I was ready to move on because I assumed SJM would pull her usual move and just make them randomly healthy going forward after the atrocities committed while getting together but then she wrote HOFAS which both pissed me tf off but also gave me an ounce of hope for some actual growth for Cassian who has been the exact same guy as when we were first introduced to him but like I said that all depends on what the next book is. My Roman Empire is SJM saying her reaction to rereading ACOSF was "wow I was really mean to myself back then" which made me go HUH like,,, should I get my hopes up that she sees something wrong with what she wrote? Maybe! The HOFAS bonus chapter makes me think there's a chance.

TLDR I'm not just Cassian critical I hate his ass but she's stuck with the guy so I'm willing to make the best of it.

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I think everyone will find something, regardless of what it is.

Here's where you'll find a somewhat expanded about me: About The Author

I'm 28 year old guy creature [he/they] living in California. I possess a Bachelor's in Psychology, the debt to show for it, and none of the actual career. I'm fat, white, and AFAB. Currently not on T or trying to pass (not for any real reason, i just haven't made the commitment and just kinda living under the radar atm)

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Hello! I watched the wot show and liked it but I’ve been really curious about all the complaints that people made about how the plots don’t fit with what happens later on in the books. My assumption is that it’s not that major a thing but is just the critique people latched onto and repeat. But as you’re now a way through the series and I appreciate the thought you put in, would you say this might be a problem or is it overblown that some later plots can’t be salvaged already? Is part of it true

Hello, that's a really interesting question!

I’m trying to keep this vaguely spoiler-free with the exception of elements from The Eye of the World and The Great Hunt covered on the show, but this still got long.

I do think it is overblown, but I also liked the changes made, so I might not be the best judge here. I'm trying to approach your question from the angle of what is there and how it affects the story.

From where I stand in my reading, the majority of the changes in the show can be categorized in:

moving forward some arcs (dagger theft, visit to Tar Valon),

new material introducing important groups and dynamics early (Aes Sedai, warders),

plainly streamlining those THICK books (cutting the 14578 villages Mat and Rand visit, merging certain elements)

To me, those changes will serve the story going forward, both in terms of pacing and clarity, and do not affect the core of later arcs. The plot points still happen, just differently or later. The complaints about some changes are honestly hair-splitting, like making the girls ta'veren or Lan not being stony enough: it’s POV adjustment, not plot-damaging.

Some important discarded encounters will obviously come up later when there is more time. I get the frustration of fans who wanted to see those relationships play out now instead of new material (Nynaeve/Moiraine dance battle, how I mourn you), but I disagree shifting them around altered the story. The Eye of The World consists of A Lot of traveling and encounters, with a clear focus on Rand, despite the established five main characters. I think these changes allowed the show to lay the groundwork more evenly, particularly for the girls. 

Now, the biggest change that could affect storylines soon is Moiraine being cut from the source. It could change her arc significantly, short and long-term, but I don't see it as a major hurdle since Moiraine gets a meatier arc that is thematically relevant to book 2. I have qualms about how it could make later arcs redundant, but the execution will do a lot of work here. Mirroring is good in a narrative. 

Another aspect is Siuan/Moiraine potentially affecting their respective story. It may require some reshuffling/cutting characters, which will happen anyway with so many side characters gallivanting. But I'd absolutely argue their love life is not the most important element on their gripping journey in the books. Also, although I loathe admitting it, being together now does not necessarily entail being together always: there's wiggle room here, even if I don't want it.

Giving Perrin a wife only to kill her is dumb, but does not really change his later arc, come on. It will certainly add a certain weight to the story, like with Siuan and Moiraine.

Overall, I find the criticism all the more unfair that fans admit the first book is not representative of the rest of the series (it’s mainly Lord of the Rings references with more innkeepers and jugglers). To me, there's a fair margin of improvement in the books, pace-wise and story-wise. If fans come from the books thinking not one line should be rewritten, of course they're not going to enjoy the show doing away with dated or slower elements. I do. Ultimately, we don’t know how the story will be told: even if certain plots seem barred to them now, it may not be always so.

I hope I answered your question and I profoundly thank you for asking it because I could talk about these books/this show for hours.

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[tachibubu]

Hello again!

Can you write one with Aegon? Where his wife, who has just discovered she is pregnant, ends up being attacked by an undercover guard and nearly kills her, but her bodyguard kills the intruder. However, even injured, when Aegon returns to the room without knowing what happened, because she didn't want to tell him, he sees her injured and takes care of her.

HOW THEY REACT WHEN YOU WERE INJURED

∆ PAIRING ; Aemond Targaryen | Jacaerys Velaryon | Aegon II Targaryen x Pregnant!Reader/OC/Self-Insert

∆ SUMMARY ; In which the boys were unable to protect you while pregnant when an assassination had happen when he is not within your reach. (Takes place during the war towards late war.)

∆ WARNINGS ; angst with fluffy ending, youre pregnant, minimal violence, ooc characters, some minor/major(?) spoilers from the book (wont indicate what it is).

NOTE ;   I changed the concept to them knowing you're pregnant instead so that their intentions would be far more heavy! It's quite hard to write it fully so I hope it is fine! (got the askers permission to write it with Jac and Ae too!)

Aegon was content with the few things he had in life and would not want them stripped away. The war took a toll on his whole life, which is still currently happening to his dismay. He was trying to hunt with a handful of his comrades to alleviate his nerves before the Blacks made their move while still struggling with a foot injury. However, the peaceful moment was quickly interrupted when a squire hurried to deliver some news. He turned his horse to ride back to the castle in such a hurry that not even the knights and lords who had been riding with him could halt when he learned about the incident that had recently occurred while he was gone.

He yelled as he slid off the horse without assistance, "Who dares touch the queen? I will rip their limbs off!" He winced in agony but dragged his injured feet towards the assembly of knights despite the advice of the maesters, who sought to assist him but were met with a swat of his palm.

His gaze penetrated the bloodied man next to your sworn protector, Ser Criston Cole, "So you're the fuckin' bastard," he snarled. He was littered with bruises and wounds; Criston clearly took a toll on him, but he managed to keep himself from doing more harm, though Aegon remained unsatisfied. Rather, he gave the man a punch to the face, then spat at him before sneering at Criston. He was clearly unhappy with him for not having been able to prevent the incident straight away, but he kept quiet. "Ser Criston, I command you to amputate each of his limbs one by one."

"Try not to cut his nerve. I want him to experience it slowly," were his last words before he left and dismissed the pleas of mercy from the assailant, asking the servants to escort him to your shared quarters immediately.

You were covered in bruises and had a fresh cut on your lip when he first met you. He fought back tears as he demanded the healers to leave your chamber immediately and cursed at them for mistreating you while he was absent even if they were trying their best to alleviate your pain. When the room was empty, he had knelt down next to you, trying to bandage you, though his limited knowledge of such things frustrated him before he whimpered on your lap. Suffocating himself within his own tears.

He sobbed uncontrollably while you whispered sweet words of comfort to him, "I'm sorry, I'm deeply sorry,... " He doesn't know anything; he doesn't even know how to protect his pregnant wife and their unborn child. He became frustrated with himself as he bit his lip, drawing blood, and vented his feelings to you: "My sweet girl, I can't even protect you."

"I'm frightened," he confessed as he pecked the back of your hand before peering at you while tears gushed down his ashen cheeks, his eyes begging for forgiveness. "I will never leave you again, my love. I promise."

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Aemond had just returned from an expedition with Vhagar. He had received a notice from the Keep informing him that you had been the victim of an attempted assassination. No matter how he urged Vhagar to fly faster, she did not advance him far enough for him to be satisfied with the pace.

Vhagar landed outside the gates after entering the Red Keep's border. His dignity eluded him as he fled. Even though they paid no heed at Aemond, the knights were perplexed by the prince's unexpected action. Whenever a maester attempted to stop the prince's advances, he was silenced by the prince's gaze, too scared to face the wrath of the second prince as he lived up to his infamous reputation.

He gasped for air when he saw you laying on your shared bed and then walked cautiously over to you, as if not to scare you. "What happened to him?" he whispered, his voice cold yet soothing.

"Dead, Aemond," You immediately embraced the evidently shaken man, and he reciprocated the embrace, trying to ease his tremors. He felt disgusted with himself for not being able to even protect you through such a catastrophic event, yet he was also relieved that you were still alive and breathing and that your pregnancy was not affected. "I am afraid." You added before Aemond gave you a tender kiss.

He inspected your wounds delicately, asking, "Where does it hurt?" You pointed to the locations of all the injuries and recounted what had happened in extensive detail while he grunted in agreement. If it had been someone else, you may have assumed they were not paying attention, but Aemond had a different way of expressing it; after kissing you once again, he cleansed your wounds and covered them with fresh cloths.

His brows furrowed as he was plainly distressed and lost in thought. You smiled before placing your lips against his in an attempt to console him, and he moaned in surprise but returned the kiss deeply. He guided you with his hand behind your neck and did not rush the tender moment you two were sharing. He pressed his forehead against yours after several kisses and whispered lowly, "I'll kill them all, every last one of them."

"I'll win this war for you and for our child, my lady, my (Y/N)."

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Jacaerys, who seeks to control his emotions as advised by his teacher, couldn't help but spout incoherent obscenities when the information was presented to him. He had just completed sealing the partnership of the North when he received unfortunate news as soon as he arrived in Dragonstone.

He projected his voice into the room: "When did it take place?" The black council stayed silent. Mysaria, the acknowledged Mistress of Whisperers, spoke up with clarity, concerned that she might have disrespected the prince. She had just entered Dragonstone to deliver information when she was met by the prince's wrath.

"Just half a moon ago, my prince," she answered honestly, as Jacaerys clasped both of his hands together and took a deep breath. His anger is only just rising.

He hissed faintly, "And you told me exactly that now?"

Before Mysaria could respond, a Lord intervened, saying, "It is my duty to see you tended first before —"

The thud of the chair collapsing on the floor echoed throughout the room before the prince went out. Although he stomped violently with each stride, they were nevertheless somewhat elegant. The council members lowered their heads as he passed by them, but he didn't take note of it as he glanced at his protector and beckoned for him to follow.

However, once he had left the room, he developed a scowl, and his previous comfortable gait had been replaced with a brisker one. His breath paused as he witnessed you being treated for your injuries by the healers, after presumably having only just nudged the door partially open.

When you spotted him at last, you had the strength to smile at him briefly. He sat next to you on your bed and thanked the healers, pleased with their work, but it pained his heart to see you smiling even in your condition. He showered you with multiple soft kisses on your forehead, nose, lips, and neck before resting his head on your shoulder.

His palm massaged your growing stomach as his voice was low, and he said, "My lovely girls." Despite the fact that he longed for a boy, he caved in and accepted that his unborn child would be a girl as a result of the way you would correct him frequently when he spoke of the male pronouns for your child.

"You were so strong; I am very proud of you." He uttered it before giving you a peck on the stomach; his head is now resting on it as he sings a lullaby while both of you rest. "Do not worry; I am here now, and no one will lay a hand on you ever again."

[rfaromance]

Hey..

Can I please please ask AE Saeran to (or how he would...?) comfort me whenever I feel anxious to the point of being so, so overwhelmed? I tend to even feel physically sick. It's just...such a horrible feeling.

I just totally break down, it's like a meltdown. It's awful and absolutely mortifying, for anyone watching.

...

Can Saeran please help me? I'm so ashamed of myself. I just...want him to be with me when I feel like this. I just need a whole load of comfort from blue rose boy right now 😅😅

Hello anon! I'm so sorry for the delay on this one. Please take care of yourself, and remember that Saeran loves you more than anything in the universe! ♡

He wasn't sure what had prompted it.

You'd been eager this morning to head to the craft store with him, in search of yarns and needles and books to help guide you two as you began your new quest to learn how to crochet. After you'd gone to a local arts and crafts fair and seen all the beautiful handmade goods, from jewelry to aprons to stuffed animals, Saeran hadn't been able to shake the idea of learning how to make some crochet companions himself. You'd encouraged him from the get-go, offering to accompany him and learn alongside him.

That was how your life had been, for the most part, ever since he'd left the hospital. Just spending every moment together and taking on new adventures, new activities, new skills, side-by-side. Despite the number of years Saeran had been alive, he'd never quite lived.

You wanted to be there for every new experience and see his smiles as he uncovered the hidden beauties of the world one day at a time.

Why then, had your hand suddenly gone cold and clammy in the aisle? Why had your grip loosened and you slipped away, when moments before you two had been perusing your options and trying to decide between pink and yellow yarn? Saeran couldn't figure it out.

He couldn't figure out what prompted it, but he knew what he needed to do to help you through it.

"My angel," he whispered, lowering himself beside you on the tile floor of the store. You had collapsed onto your knees, and your hands were making small fists, open and close, open and close, by your sides. He could hear your breath coming in ragged gasps, and the shaky rise and fall of your chest were almost enough to make him panic.

But he couldn't afford to be weak right now. Not when he needed to be strong for you.

"It's okay," he whispered, and you flinched, your hands immediately rising to cover your ears. He pursed his quivering lips, trying his best not to show how alarmed he was. Gently he scooted closer until he was right in front of you, and tenderly he reached his arms towards you. He went at a slow pace, not wanting to overwhelm you with any sudden movements or sensations. When he finally managed to place one hand on your back, he swiftly pulled you into his chest, murmuring apologies as he did so. "I'm here. Focus on me. Just me."

The sights. The sounds. The smells. He could understand how a store filled with color and light and chatter and candles could bring you down without warning. He couldn't be certain what had been the final straw, but he was all too familiar with the breakdowns that struck unexpectedly. Ray inside him was trembling, knowing the pain of collapse after working for too long when the bright screens and whirring machines became too much. The other Saeran was scowling, knowing that strength was nothing without care to temper it and keep it honed.

He could hear muffled sobs coming from you, and he could even feel your tears beginning to soak into his sweater. But Saeran had no intention of letting you go until he knew you were secure. With his free hand, he began to stroke the back of your head, humming softly as he did so.

Just see his body. Hear his voice. Feel his warm embrace. Saeran would shield you from anyone and anything that'd ever try to do you harm.

"My sweet love," he murmured. "My dearest darling. Even angels need to rest their wings from time to time." He lowered his lips to your forehead, barely brushing your skin with a feather-light kiss. "And when you need to rest before you continue to spread your love and your light, there's always room in my heart's garden reserved for you."

[lockejhaven]

↪ 𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 / 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟸 ------- monthly summary 01

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Hello, my sprites! The Haven is progressing ❤︎

First, I want to thank my sweetest @365runesofwriting for so graciously allowing me to take inspiration from their monthly wrapup; I'm not sure whether I'll be able to keep up with this, but I would certainly like to try!

(I'll also be lumping in August, in terms of posts.)

Without further ado, let's see what I've been up to this month...

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𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜 ---

➺ After returning from quite a long break, I'm pleased to report the haven has nearly reached the Five Hundred Follower Milestone! During this month, 45 new sprites made their way to safety.

➺ During this time, I also updated my blog theme, colors, and pages. I now have a new masterlist of my works, a character library (WIP), and I plan on making an expanded navigation page in the future!

➺ I opened my discord server, North Haven, to the writeblr public; a space for writers to share their work in specialized categories and/or channels, known as 'realms,' as well as participate in sprints and QotD!

➺ Created a masterlist of writeblr blogs, known as The Locket and it already has 36 blogs! I very much hope for that number to continue to grow.

➺ I've managed to go into more detail when answering asks, and I've even done my best to focus on only a few WIPs to help followers connect to my works better; Servant to Dragon and King and Fable

➺ Though I've had my blog for a while, I joined a whole new writeblr community, and I've met so many wonderful new mutuals since. As such, I can't help but mention a few that have been especially welcoming, in no particular order:

@midnight-and-his-melodiverse @queerlilchinchin @perasperaadastrawriting @antihell @orphicpoieses @marinesocks @enchanted-lightning-aes @italiangothicwriteblr @memento-morri-writes

Please know that if I had the energy, I would absolutely go into detail for each of you. You've all been super supportive and engaging, and I can't wait to see what we create next!

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𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜 ---

The summer leading up to this month has been quite long... that said, I've made a lot more progress than I ever expected!

➺ After stepping away permanently from my coauthor of 5 years, I've managed to detach my work from theirs; my characters stand proudly on their own, joined by quite a few new ones, and my worlds are blazing brighter than ever

➺ I now have two universes; Alatheia, and now Elysia. ➺ I also have three new planets; Firma, Lockehaven, and Lumia.

➺ Old WIPs have been archived, with a few pages dusted off and rewritten to fit my current world.

➺ I started a new project, Faefinder; a WIP still in its very early stages of brainstorming and research, and a setting I've not used before. ➺ I began writing Angel to Mage; a WIP that for now is a collection of snippets in the hero x villain style, and is another concept I've not worked with before.

➺ I've built up pinterest boards for quite a few of my characters and developed others. ➺ Character playlists have been cleaned up and expanded. ➺ Introduced Myhren & Fable

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𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚜 ---

BLORBO BLURSDAY ╔═════════════════════╗

Myhren & Artwyn 01

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TAG GAMES ╔═════════════════════╗

find the word tag 01 find the word tag 02 get to know me 01 fantasy tropes 01

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WORLDBUILDING WEDNESDAY ╔═════════════════════╗

servant to dragon and king 01

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WRITING & LORE ╔═════════════════════╗

a bond broken angel to mage 01 world introduction blood types

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POETRY ╔═════════════════════╗

9/23/22 - far 8/29/22 - rage of the kind 8/09/22 - what are you

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FAIRYTALE FRIDAY ╔═════════════════════╗

stdk: the blade the artist with crimson hair stdk: morgaine

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𝚘𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛 ---

With Halloween coming up and classes beginning to get busier, I still have some vague plans for this month;

➺ Progress w/ Character Library ➺ Continue answering asks ➺ Update The Locket ➺ Introduce a few more WIPs and Characters

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This post has shown me just how much I have actually accomplished in such a short time; there are plenty of things I didn't even get to, but seeing it all in one spot is quite nice. I can only do my best to keep moving forward!

~ Of Fables & Feathers,

🕊️ Locke J. Haven

[ratherbefangirling]

🎭The Truth Untold 🎭

Part 10

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader(main) ; Taehyung x reader.

Genre : Mafia AU, Spy AU, future Soft Yandere, Angst, Drama, Romance, Slow burn

Synopsis : You discover your old best friend is now the head of the most dangerous mafia in the country. You go in to avenge your brother's death but things are more complicated than they seem.

Trigger Warning ⚠️: comments on weight. Mentions of previous sexual assault (not between the main pairing).

Note📝: I'm making up university classes to suit the story. I've tried making it so that the weight can resemble the readers weight hopefully since I've not mentioned if the reader is over or underweight which is slightly tricky. I'm sorry if its messy.

Masterlist

Previous / Next

Bring back Blonde/Blue JK anyways on to the story

Jungkook stands in attention at your return.

"Is Lisa here?" He asks.

"No, what happened."

" We fought so she walked out of the house I thought she'd come back but she hasn't."

"Wait let me call her?" You say

"Let's go inside." Taehyung suggests. You nod and open the door.

You ring your sisters phone as Taehyung gives Jungkook a cup of tea, seeing as the boy was out for so long.

"I'm just so worried about her, I don't c-care if she throws me out *hic* I .. I j-just want her to b-be safe."

"She's not picking up Tae." You tell Taehyung worry apparent in your voice.

"Let me try." He offers.

"Oh Jungkook don't worry once we find her Noona will knock some sense in her thick head." You comfort the boy.

"She was .. *hic* she was so angry. I didn't mean to make her mad."

You were too aware of your sisters anger and how it got the best of her. Your sister might look like an angel but sometimes she was no better than a devil.

"Her phone is switched off." Taehyung informs gravely.

Jungkook's crying increases. You can't help but feel pity for the poor boy.

"Hush don't worry we will find her."

You check your phone which has a notification which you didn't notice because it was on silent.

LISA : If Jungkook somehow ended at your house tell him to come back home 🏡 and it's nothing big, he is just a manchild 👶 Sorry if he disturbed you 😕 😬. Sweet dreams 😴 😘 ✨ ❤ 💕

"She texted me she's home Jungkook." You inform him. His doe eyes widen and you agree with Lisa's comment about him being a manchild but may be not in the way she meant it.

Kim Eun Ae was a formidable women with a kind smile, in her youth she was known as the nation's sweetheart. An award winning actress who had found love and sacrificed her career for the sake of her children Taehyung and Taehyun.

Taehyung's mother invited you out for dress shopping, all the other details of your engagement were already agreed upon with by your parents and Taehyung's parent 's. She was already there when you arrived straight from work.

"My beautiful daughter in law." She tells the boutique staff.

"Hello Mrs. Kim I hope I wasn't late."

"Try to be on time my dear anyhow let's start looking." You were thrown back by her attitude but honestly expecting a good MIL was like expecting chilli noodles in a dessert shop.

You try on multiple dresses to a lot of which your MIL quickly says no. The dress you've put on is a coral color and you feel like it's your best bet yet. So putting on a brave face you meet the hawk eyes of your mother in law.

"Hmm... it seems decent if only you'd been healthier it would be perfect. Why don't I recommend you my dietician. She's amazing she'll have you fit in no time maybe not by the engagement but definitely by the wedding."

You clench your teeth in irritation.

"Mrs. Kim I am tired and since none of the dresses are to your liking then maybe let's try another day." You suggest swallowing your anger.

"Right. I need to be home. Taehun must be back from his dance class."

"Have a lovely evening. I will leave first." You say.

She nods dismissively.

You hide in your car. Hands at the root of your hair.

The knock on your car window startles you.

You look up to find Jungkook.

"Jungkook.. hey.. what are you doing here." You ask.

"Just had to get a suit.. I saw you Noona so I came to say hi."

"Don't you have a seminar? Lisa and you are in the same course no?"

"Ah we share a few classes I'm doing a computer engineering and she's doing the chemical engineering one we have the basic sciences class together."

"Oh so you don't have a seminar." You conclude.

"No mine got over today." He says.

"So what's the suit for?" You ask.

"Lisa asked me to be the plus one for your engagement." He replies.

"Ah." You might have to end up being the only person in old clothes you think.

"Can you help me pick a suit Noona?"

"Me."

"Yes... if its not to much I just want Lisa to like it."

Poor boy was whipped for your sister.

"Yes, sure give me a minute."

It wasn't like you were going to do something other than moping.

Shopping for suits is not that tough. The colors and fabrics are limited. You just suggest for him to buy a nice brooch that will make his look more elegant.

"Noona I have one more request?"

"What is it Jungkook?"

"Can you help me pick up one more outfit. Its for my hyung. He's very stylish so I wanted to gift him clothes."

You do feel weirded out by the request. You don't consider Jungkook close enough but you know how clueless boys are you had one at your home. Yoongi had the most terrible style known to mankind. It was always hip never classy.

You ended up chalking up multiple options first a three piece suit in blue color, second a yellow coat with brown embroidery and lastly a black velvet coat with purple insides visible at the collars and purple crystal buttons.

Your phone rang so you excused yourself as Jungkook finalised the pickings and paid the bills.

"Thank you so much Noona." Jungkook said his cuteness overpowering you." Did you get your dress."

You sigh and nod in negative.

"Should I help you Noona?"

"I thought boys hated shopping." You tease.

"Ah.. but you helped me so much."

"It's not a big deal Jungkook-ah."

"Then let me treat you to a meal atleast."

"Fine if you insist."

"Do you want to try a pizza place.. there's this one near our uni and it's unbelievably good." He says excitement radiating.

Eating with Jungkook you realise two things one when he thinks the food is tasty he looks angry and two not worrying about the food and the amount which you consume makes you feel better.

Yoongi takes one last breath of fresh air before entering the dimly lit claustrophobic space. Slow jazz music plays, he looks around cautiously in case anyone followed him here.

He requests for a private room under the name Bang.

The waitress leads him to the private space. Two men are already seated waiting for their third.

"The space is clear." Mr. Bang says.

Yoongi nods relieved.

"What news do you have?"

"My sister is out. Jimin was the leak."

"You mean Park Jimin. Are you sure?" The second man, Minho asks.

"Yes, RM had a party for his welcome yesterday."

"I dont believe you." Minho scoffs. Mr.Bang gives him a stern look. "Last time you gave us a lead my best friend was killed by jhope."

"I only told you what I saw in his phone if your bestfriend got caught that's on him."

"You M..........." Minho swears.

Mr. Bang chatises Minho.

"Still it was because of him we could prevent our team dying when Jimin destroyed the office."

"Yes but our work and proof is gone."

"If you keep being unprofessional then I will have to drop you." Bang threatens.

"Sorry, Sir."

"Do you have anything else" Bang asks Yoongi.

Yoongi pulls out the USB he had gotten from your belongings replacing your USB with a new one. If RM got to know you betrayed him he didn't know what RM could end up doing.

"What's it?" Minho asks suspicious.

"That's my sister's data of RM. I hope you remember the deal." Yoongi checks his watch. Then gulps down one of the drinks." I will leave first." He says curtly.

"We need to go to the base and check it." Minho says." This could improve our progress to at least an eighth of what it was."

Bang nods as we watches Yoongi disappear. He did not expect a civilian to be this good at his job but then again agents didn't appear out of nowhere.

Yoongi is surprised by Jhope's presence in his room.

"What happened?" Yoongi asks.

"RM called for a meeting."

Cold sweat breaks over Yoongi's body. Did he get discovered. He was very careful. He was aware there was no going back.

He followed Jhope who led him to the main discussion room. Jiwoo too stood there. Her stance almost defensive.

RM raised his brows when he noticed Yoongi's sweat.

"Are you worried?" RM asked.

"You're the most dangerous person here and I get called in without notice it's natural to be scared."

RM smiled revealing his teeth. Yoongi was not reassured.

"I had a job for Jiwoo here but she is unable to comply. The reason she claims is because of you."

Yoongi stole a glance at Jiwoo.

"Sometimes you're more trouble than your worth but the only reason you're above ground not under is because my man Jhope here." RM tells Jiwoo.

"She claims she's pregnant with your child. Do you know of this?"

"Yes. That's why I followed them here."

"Ah what a loyal man, you and y/n took from the same side of the family." He tells Yoongi almost thoughtfully then turns to address Jiwoo. " Him I believe. You not so much. So I got you tested. Jin. Results please."

Jin hands him two envelopes.

"This is fun. This first one is a pregnancy test and the second one is a DNA test." RM shows of the envelope and proceeds to open them." Congratulations JHope you're about to become an uncle. And Yoongi you're not going to be a dad."

Yoongi almost vomits at the announcement.

"You Jung siblings have two much fun teasing innocent people don't you." RM says.

"Boss.. " Jhope starts.

"Uh huh Hoseok I'd like to hear from the miss herself. So Jiwoo tell me who's the father."

"Boss, please." Hoseok pleads.

"No I'm not angry tell me I haven't been this curious in a while... go on. I want to know what caused you to miss out on taking the contraceptive pills Jin puts his effort and I my money on."

"Jimin."

Hoseok involuntarily let's out a gasp. Jiwoo avoids looking in his direction.

"This gets interesting by the minute doesn't it." RM says looking at Jin who silently watched the scene unfold.

"It's a soap opera." Jin replies.

"I guess more work for you Jin hyung. Anyhow you're excused for the day and Jiwoo you're under house arrest and nobody will see her except me and Jin." RM says. "And Hoba don't you dare talk to Jimin."

You dread the phonecall from your mother the next day not wanting to face another round of dress shopping humiliation. Lucky for you apparently Taehyung convinced his mom to go dress shopping with you. You feel yourself relaxing.

It's a holiday and Taehyung messaged he would arrive at 12 which gives you time to soak in the bathtub and relax. You put on a rom com movie on your suggestions list. Fill the tub with Epsom salt and lavender and bubbles. Placing your tab on the rack you have put for keeping your bathing supplies. You lay back and relax till you feel pruned enough. Out of the bath you make yourself coffee and set to dry your hair. You make yourself a sandwich as you drink the coffee.

The door bell rings as you finish eating. You're still in your pajamas even if your outfit is ready. Taehyung smiles brightly at you. His grin is infectious. He makes himself at home while you get ready. Done with your makeup your hands reach out for the jewellery and land on Namjoon's necklace.

You pause. Unsure. Your neck feels empty without it and sometimes it feels like it's choking you. There is nothing wrong with the necklace. It's just the memories of the person who gave it to you.

"Y/n." Taehyung says from the other side of the door.

"Coming." You say and hurriedly put on the necklace anyway. Its hidden behind you're clothing. You match your earrings and watch. Taking one final hurried look you go out to face Taehyung.

"Come on beautiful we are getting late." Taehyung says putting on his shoes.

You nod and follow along. Taehyung drives you both to shopping district. The windy weather reminds you of another car ride. Taehyung turns on the radio which plays old music in a genre you're not familiar with. You muse about how superficial your relationship is, if it were Namjoon you'd both be fighting to put your own music or maybe he'd let you put your music if you were sad or if he was feeling generous, if it were Namjoon you'd be unable to control your grin as you went dress shopping even if it was for prom and not your....

The car halts to a stop. You get out the wind ruins your hair but you didn't bring a scarf to help prevent it fizzing your hair. You look up at the sky wondering if it would rain later.

Dress shopping with Taehyung is a relaxed and gentle affair. It's even hilarious when he comes out wearing wings or putting on dresses. By the end of the endeavour you both have new clothes even if your clothes are still with the tailor.

You decide to eat in one of the posh restaurants present in the area. The food is delicious especially due to the tiredness you feel from dress shopping for your engagement. It is a largely silent affair since both of you or mostly Taehyung (who had much more energy than you) has exhausted his energy reserve . The ringing of Taehyung's phone startles you.

It's his mom who has video called.

"Hello my beautiful son... where are you now. ?" Taehyung's mother asks.

" Me and Y/n are having a late lunch after getting our dresses." You put your utensils aside the food tasting weird suddenly.

"Did they fit?"

"Ofcourse eomma. Your daughter in law is very pretty anything she wears looks wonderful."

"You're not even engaged and you're taking her side."

"Of course not. It's a fact that nobody can look better than you eomma. "

"Ah Taehyung you flatter me well."

"What's hyung doing?" Another voice interrupts.

"Ah he's gone shopping with your future sister-in-law."

"Y/n, come." Taehyung calls you. You shift over to Taehyung's side.

"Good Afternoon Mrs.Kim and..."

"That's my baby brother Taehyun."

"Hi Taehyun."

"Hello miss." He greets curtly you're not sure he likes you.

"Taehyun is a trainee. " Taehyung informs you.

"Good genes must run in your family." You say.

"Ofcourse both my sons are so talented and handsome." Mrs. Kim comments.

"Yes ofcourse." You agree.

"Ok eomma talk to you later."

"Goodbye Mrs.Kim." the phone cuts before the end of your sentence and you try not to take it personally.

You sit down and resume eating though you're appetite is obviously affected.

"Are you ok?" Taehyung asks.

"Yes, it's just been a long day filled with excitement."

"Of course, let's go home then ok love."

You nod and give him a smile.

Wasn't this what you wanted. A normal life, picture perfect. Then why did your heart feel so cold.

Author's Note 📝

Yes so yeah that happened. I didn't know what to write and then I wrote too much to write what I actually intended to write in this chapter but yeah things are starting to make sense I hope and all loose ends are tying up. See you next time.

Remember to comment or send asks or reblog. Have a nice day.

Taglist: @sweetwolfcupcake ; @scuzmunkie ; @mercurymoons ; @mwitsmejk

[writemywaytoyourheart]

Aim For The Heart | Chapter 1: At First Sight

Pairing: hitman!jk x female reader

Genre: E2L, romance, angst, drama

WC: 4.5k

Warnings for this chapter: alcohol consumption, language, stalking kind of? I think that's all lol. Pls let me know if there is anything else I should put.

tag list; @teresaisla @hopekookies @moonchild1 @barbellastyles98 @ggukkieland @mwitsmejk @yukiehyukie

summary; Jeon Jungkook is an infamous hitman, known for his inability to fail at whatever job is thrown his way. At least, up until now. Y/n, a kind-hearted and full of life teacher, is his newest target. Jeon isn't sure who would put a hit on this seemingly innocent girl, but fortunately, that isn't his problem. All he has to do is pull the trigger. 

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A bright smile graces your features as you tuck the little star-shaped peanut butter and jelly sandwiches into a tiny container, just barely getting two of them to fit as you squish them down a tad bit in order to get the lid clipped on.

Then you grab a little tangerine and a cheese stick to drop into your lunch bag along with the sandwiches, counting the number of items aloud to yourself as they make themselves at home and then you zip it all up.

"Th-There we go!" You lift your lunch for the day in triumph.

Your phone startles you when it starts to ring, then you grapple in your purse to find it. You pull it out and answer right before the last ring.

"Hello?"

"Hey, girl! Are you ready to go? I'm downstairs." The voice of your best friend comes through the phone and you look at the clock on your microwave. You stare at the little black screen, confused as to why the time isn't showing up before remembering that you were never able to figure out how to display the clock when you bought the microwave three years ago. So, you hold your phone out to look at the time.

6:32

"Oh geez! I didn't r-realize the time. I'll be d-down in a minute, k?" You say, earning a lighthearted laugh from the girl on the other end.

"Take your time, hun. I'm not in any rush."

You thank her quickly and hang up, then you run to your room to grab your favorite pink cardigan and throw it on over your white shirt. As you're hurrying out and grabbing your lunch, you stumble and knock your knee into an open lower cabinet that you had forgotten to close the previous night after pulling a pan from it to make dinner.

"Ouch!" You hiss in pain and rub the sore spot, although it does nothing to ease the ache. Then you grab your purse and run outside, almost forgetting to lock the door. But you remember just in time and clumsily lock it before rushing down the stairs leading to the parking lot of your apartment complex.

Your best friend, Mina, is laughing. You can see her through the windshield as she waves to you. Lifting a hand to wave back, you don't realize in time that your arms are full. You drop your lunchbox and have to crouch to get it again, only taking up even more of your time.

But Mina finds it hilarious and tells you so as soon as you slide into the car and fumble with your seatbelt to get it buckled.

"Honestly, ___. I can't believe you're still single. If I wasn't straight as a board, I'd be head over heels for you and all your shenanigans." She states in a matter-of-fact tone as she pulls out of the parking spot.

A blush creeps up your neck and you try to laugh it off, "D-Don't be silly." You whisper, turning your gaze outside to look at the fluffy white clouds decorating the sky beautifully. You smile and lean your forehead against the glass as you imagine lying on a soft cloud, just drifting in the air.

"If you c-could go anywhere at all, where would y-you go?" You ask Mina suddenly, turning to her. Her eyes are focused on the road but she bites her lip in thought at your question. "Mm, probably Italy. What about you?" She's used to your sudden questions and ramblings, so she smiles when you start to go off.

"I'd wanna go up in the c-clouds. I wanna sit on one and maybe even see a r-rainbow up close! I wonder if I could slide down the rainbow..." Your brows furrow in deep thought. "Or would I f-fall?" You turn to her again and she glances over to see your signature puppy dog eyes that you use when you are either confused, upset, or want something.

Mina turns back to the road, a tiny ache in her heart that she hides with a bright smile, "Girl, you would ride that rainbow straight down into a pot of gold!"

"Really?" Your eyes widen and you feel your heart lift at the image.

She nods and you giggle happily, "You can come w-with me, Mina." You say confidently, your gaze turning back to the sky. "We can sleep in the clouds and slide down rainbows for the rest of f-forever."

"Sounds like a deal."

By the time Mina pulls up to the school, you've discussed everything you'd do up in the clouds and what you'd eat when you're hungry (stardust, you've decided, is the best meal anyone could eat.)

You unbuckle and gather your things. Then you remember something and turn back to Mina, "Oh yeah. W-When are you leaving on your business trip?" You ask a tinge of sadness in your voice.

"This weekend," Mina says solemnly. "I'm sorry I won't be able to drive you for a while. I'll be gone for a month this time."

That makes your heart sting but you manage a small smile, "D-Don't worry about me. I can walk! I'm gonna m-miss you though."

"I'll miss you too, buttercup. We'll hang out this Friday night before I leave the next day. How about that?" Mina asks kindly.

You nod enthusiastically and she smiles, "Ok, get your butt in there before you're late! The bell rings in half an hour and you can't be late on a Monday." She urges you and you nod, hopping out of the car and thanking her again for the ride, reassuring her that you'll walk home from work today.

You blow her a kiss and she laughs as you turn and hurry into the school.

You're all set up only a few minutes before the kids are supposed to arrive, so you go onto Pinterest and look through your fairytale boards, feeling a little spark of joy in your chest.

A couple of minutes later, the kids start streaming through the door, greeting you with the same amount of enthusiasm as you greet them. Your kiddos love you so much that all the other teachers are jealous and they let you know it every day. Of course, you have the sweetest kindergarteners and they're always the best for you.

"Hello, Teacher! Good morning Miss ___! Teacher, look at my new haircut!"

"Hi, Jina! Hello M-Minhhyuk! Kun, your new haircut l-looks so good!" All the kids have bright smiles on their faces by the time they've settled in their seats.

You always start the day off by getting everyone to stand and do a few stretches, then you sing the nursery rhymes you learned yesterday and start learning a new one. You honestly have as much fun as the kids during the school day.

"Ok, l-little ducklings, have a seat!" You get their attention and they immediately oblige. Next, is the alphabet that you guys have been working on since the beginning of the year. Every little one sings it perfectly all the way through and you give them a round of applause and they each get a little punch in their reward cards.

The rest of the day goes by smoothly, with only one temper tantrum thrown and that was resolved quickly.

It's nearing the end of the school day and the kids are all playing during their free time. You're sitting with Ae-Cha, a small and fairly quiet girl, playing with colorful blocks; the both of you competing to see who can build the highest tower. You've learned that she responds well to playing games when there isn't too much talking involved.

You're constantly glancing around the room to make sure everyone is safe and playing nicely and you're always pleased. They've all improved so much since the beginning of school back in September. It's June now and they've all learned their alphabet and how to play nicely with their new friends, along with so many other things. They've really made you so proud this year. You can even hear them reciting the alphabet and nursery rhymes to each other as they play.

Your heart warms at the sound of tiny voices filling the room as they sing. Then you glance at the clock and realize the bell will be ringing in a few minutes. So, you declare Ae-Cha the winner with her foot-high tower of blocks and she beams proudly. Then, you get up and clap three times, "One, two, th-three! Eyes on me!" You singsong, then smile when the kids immediately respond by clapping twice and shouting "One, two! Eyes on you!"

"G-Great attention today, everyone! Alright, the bell will ring soon. Who can tell me w-what that means? What are we doing n-now?" A few little hands go up and you point to the little boy that raised his first, "Yes, Joon Woo?"

"We...Uhm...time to clean up toys...Uhm..." You smile to encourage him and he finishes cutely, "Time uh, to clean up our toys and pack bags."

"Yes! Thank you, Joon Woo. It is t-time for us to clean up and make sure our bags are packed up and ready for h-home!"

The kids start to pick up their toys as you put on the cleaning song that you play every day for them. You all sing along until the room is all tidied and their bags are packed with their homework papers.

You always give them little mazes to do for homework to get their little brains to learn to concentrate, along with instructions on what to draw to show the class the next day. Today, their homework is an extremely easy maze, a coloring page with the alphabet and instructions to draw themselves doing their favorite activity. The kids always love drawing pictures and sharing them with the class and it's a good ice breaker for the shy ones at the beginning of the day.

You always have less and easier homework for the kids on Mondays and Fridays, it just seems fair to you that way. You also feel like it's good for kids to express themselves and be able to share what they like and dislike. You've found drawing helps with communication and creativity for the kids in your class.

The sound of the bell ringing makes a few of you jump, then you hurry to the door. "Alright, ducklings! T-Time to line up!" A few of the kids make quacking sounds as they line up, giggling and talking to their friends.

You smile and open up the door, holding it as the kids walk out in a straight line, some of them still quacking like little ducks.

You lead the kids to the front of the school and make sure they get into the correct line for the bus if they take it. You wave goodbye to them as the kids that take the bus climb on and they run to a window to wave back to you.

The rest of the kids that are left are soon picked up by their parents or siblings. You wave to Ae-Cha, the last student to be picked up. She smiles shyly and waves back before hurrying after her big sister.

After that, you go back to your classroom and finish a few things before packing up to go home. As you're leaving your classroom, you run into one of the other teachers coming from his own room.

"Oh, h-hello Mr. B-Baek!" You bow, missing the ugly sneer on his face as you smile brightly at him. He pushes his glasses further up his nose as he scrutinizes you with his beady little eyes. "You don't belong here, Miss ___." He snaps.

You look at him in confusion, "I-I'm sorry, I don't understand."

"I've waited the entire school year to say this to you. But now that we are nearing the end, I think you should know that you have no business being a teacher at this school. You ought to make the right decision to discontinue your work here." Mr. Baek watches your face fall with a sick sense of satisfaction.

"B-But, why?" You ask, still not understanding.

"First of all, you're inexperienced. You just got out of college last year, am I right?"

You nod uncertainly.

"You're still a child. Why should a twenty-two-year-old girl come marching in here and take a spot that should have been given to someone with more experience? And especially someone like you." He glares at you before turning on his heel and walking away briskly.

Someone like me? What does he mean by that?

You watch after him, feeling a tiny pinch in your chest. You aren't sure what he means, but whatever he's talking about, it sounds like he believes you shouldn't have become a teacher at all. At this school or another. You'll have to ask Mina later because you really have no idea where his rant came from.

Is there something wrong with you becoming a teacher?

You shake your head and laugh it off, "He's probably just had a bad day." You tell yourself as you make your way out of the school.

As you walk home, you sing quietly along with the song in your headphones, a little skip to your step.

You never notice the dark figure across the street, his eyes trained on your every move.

One day earlier...

Jungkook groans as he tosses and turns in bed, searching for his phone to turn the alarm off. He finally finds it and hits dismiss, tossing the phone back down and rubbing his eyes with a tired yawn.

After another minute he sits up and looks out the window, frowning at the sun seeping in and pooling across his floor in a golden river. He stares at a small bird that lands on his windowsill until it flies away.

Jungkook yawns again and reaches up to rub his eyes for the second time. After a few minutes, he's finally able to drag himself out of bed and into the shower. He almost falls asleep again in there, but he manages to make it out after half an hour.

With a towel wrapped around his waist, he makes his way to the kitchen and grabs a bottle of soju that's sitting on his tiny dining table to take a small swig from, finishing off what he'd left last night after his third bottle right before he passed out in bed.

He sighs and grabs a bagel, searching for the cream cheese he swears he saw in his fridge last night. A small smile appears on his lips when he finds it. He snatches it and makes sloppy work of spreading it on his bagel before tossing the leftover trash onto his counter and plopping onto the couch, snarfing down the first half of his bagel in thirty seconds.

Jungkook sighs through his nose as he tiredly chews his breakfast, then he glances down and sees the file he'd left open on his coffee table last night. He swallows the bite he has in his mouth and leans forward to read over it.

Y/L/N Y/N...

Why is that name so familiar?

He shakes his head and flips the file closed, then he leans back on the couch, wanting to spend his Sunday relaxing before he has to get to work on this case. He isn't going to think about it again until tonight.

Jungkook settles down and lays his head on the back of the couch, closing his eyes and breathing deeply.

He won't think about it.

Jungkook lays there for a minute, then he opens his eyes and lifts his head, glaring at the closed file on the little table.

He grunts in annoyance and drops the other half of his bagel onto the table, grabbing the file angrily and sitting back again. He opens it and starts to reread everything he's read many times since Friday. There's just something that has felt off since he met with Mr. Ling, but he can't put his finger on what it is.

Jungkook squints at the name he's read a thousand times.

Y/L/N...Y/N...

"Ugh." He rolls his eyes, frustrated at not being able to remember where he's heard that name before. Then he looks at the occupation.

Teacher at Sunshine Kindergarten.

His brows furrow again, much like they have each time he's read this. He's never had a hit on a teacher before, let alone a Kindergarten teacher. That's such an odd target...

Most of his targets in the past have been sleazy business owners, rapists, leaders of gangs that have terrorized neighborhoods for years, even other hitmen. He's never had a problem with those jobs, but there's something about this one that's telling him to be careful.

Maybe it's because he knows nothing about his client, except for the large sum of money he must have due to the pay he's been promised. Other clients of his were more than happy to explain why they wanted him to do what he does. They never paid him until after the job was done, either.

That leads Jungkook to believe that this guy (or girl) is desperate for his services, convincing him to do it with payment before and after. Almost as if Jungkook would refuse after he found out who the target was...

Jungkook flips the page and scrutinizes the picture of the target.

She's very simple looking, Jungkook thinks. The girl in the picture is wearing a white flowy skirt with a blue blouse that covers her whole arms and white chunky tennis shoes. Her hair is in a low ponytail and it seems like she has headphones in as she walks down the street. There's a tiny smile on her face as if she's thinking about something that makes her happy.

Jungkook doesn't find her particularly beautiful, but she isn't ugly either. She's just very...

Simple...

Jungkook shakes his head, his eyes going over the photo and the girl's smile one more time. Maybe she's a double agent? Or a part of the mafia disguising herself as a school teacher?

He can't figure it out.

It doesn't matter much though, the job seems simple enough and the pay is more than he's ever gotten. After looking through everything once more, Jungkook closes the file and grabs his bagel, quickly eating it before getting up to get dressed for the day.

That night, Jungkook lays out his outfit for the next day.

It's all black, but not suspicious-looking. After all these years, he's been able to design the perfect outfits to avoid attention being drawn to him and simple enough so that no one would think much of him if he were to catch anyone's attention.

It might seem simple, but he prides himself on being able to get each part of his job perfectly designed for each case he gets.

Heaven knows it's taken him years to accomplish.

After he's gotten that all figured out, he walks over to his closet and pulls out a small safe. Setting it on the bed, he swiftly unlocks it and looks inside. He pulls out a few things, examining each of them before he sets them one by one onto his bed. Once he's got the items all laid out, he steps back to look it all over.

"I should wait to decide..." Jungkook mumbles to himself. After a minute of staring at everything, he nods and gathers it all up, carefully putting it back into the safe and locking it tightly. Then he brings it back to his closet and shoves it into the darkest corner where it lives.

That can wait.

He pulls his phone out and checks the time.

11:45

"Damn it," Jungkook mutters. He had wanted to get some sleep earlier tonight since he would have to be awake early tomorrow.

He changes into some shorts, then he yanks his shirt off and immediately climbs into bed, not even bothering to shower or brush his teeth. He really couldn't care less with how tired he is. And he hasn't even started yet.

His alarm blares at an ungodly hour as Jungkook groans loudly, resisting the temptation to chuck his phone across the room.

"I hate Mondays." He mutters angrily, setting his phone back on the nightstand far from gracefully.

He miserably drags himself out of bed and into the shower, going through his morning motions almost like a robot. His brain isn't fully awake and it's just on autopilot right now.

An hour later, he's just finishing his coffee, his eyes no longer squinting in exhaustion. Jungkook unceremoniously drops his coffee cup into the sink, promising himself he'll clean it up later, then he sighs as he grabs his black boots, walking to the couch to sit and pull them on. After he's done lacing them up, he grabs the file he's been avoiding like the plague since yesterday morning.

He mutters to himself, looking at the name on the page.  

"I know that name."

Then he smacks his forehead to get himself to focus again. He stands up and folds the page with the girl's information and then her picture and tucks them into the inside pocket of his black jacket.

Time to get to work.

Jungkook spots the girl almost instantly, the second she steps out of a black car. He glances at the driver, but can only see a person with shoulder length black hair waving. The girl from the picture has a bunch of things in her arms as she blows a kiss to the short-haired driver.

Jungkook has been here since six-thirty in the morning and just as he was beginning to think she called in sick for work, he's finally gotten a chance to see this girl in person. She looks exactly as he remembers from her picture...plain.

She's even wearing the same white skirt and chunky tennis shoes, although this time she has a different top. Her hair is in a high ponytail this time.

"Well, ___. Nice to meet you." Jungkook mutters, watching closely.

After a moment, the black car drives away as the girl scurries into the school, tripping on the last step before straightening herself out again, then disappearing from his sight.

Huh.

Jungkook stares at the door for another minute, then he makes his way to the stores nearby, knowing he's gonna have to wait until the girl leaves. School for the young kids typically gets out at around three-thirty. So, he'll have to be back here around then.

He's definitely going to need to find something to do to kill time.

Jungkook heaves a sigh of relief when he hears the school bell finally ring.

He hurries from the clothes store he was browsing and down the street a block until he's almost across the street from the school. He finds a good spot where he can sift through some newspapers at a little stand and still have an eye on the school.

After a minute, he sees a long line of tiny children coming out from the school. The girl is with them and smiling brightly. Jungkook thinks he can hear some of the kids quacking like ducks. He tries not to look puzzled as he goes back to talking to the person working the paper stand. Jungkook makes small talk with the old man, still keeping an eye on the girl across the street as she waves to each child that leaves.

If she's some mafia boss disguised as a kindergarten teacher, she's one hell of a good actress.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" The old man inquires curiously.

Jungkook laughs softly and shakes his head, "No. I've been so busy with my work I never got the chance to date."

The man nods knowingly. They chat a bit more and Jungkook finds himself trying to balance talking to the man and watching the girl.

"Well, did you want to buy a paper for the day?"

Jungkook turns his gaze back to the old man and nods, "Yes. Two, please. My neighbor would probably enjoy one as well."

The old man laughs and nods, taking the money Jungkook hands him and giving him two papers, "What a kind young man you are. Someday you'll find a lovely young lady, don't you worry, son. You will realize that work is important, but love is even more so."

Jungkook just laughs and thanks the man, then he opens the paper as he slowly starts walking, pretending to read.

He stops at a bench and sits down to wait. The girl went back into the school a few minutes ago, hopefully, she won't be in there long.

Luck seems to be with him today, because, after only about five minutes, Jungkook sees a familiar white skirt flowing as she skips down the steps of the school.

He folds his paper carefully, tucking it into his back pocket. The girl puts little earbuds in and immediately starts to mouth the words of whatever song she's listening to. Jungkook tugs his black baseball cap down a little more as he follows on the other side of the street.

The girl has a bag decorated with cupcakes and cookies that bounces up and down as she dances a little.

What is she, twelve?

Jungkook watches in confusion as the girl stops to pet a dog, giggling when the puppy licks her hand. She straightens up, then after another minute, she seems to get distracted by something else.

Jungkook looks carefully and notices she's picked up a flower that was laying on the ground, seemingly trampled on. She gently holds it in her hands as she continues on her way. It goes on like this for the next fifteen minutes, the girl waving to people and smiling almost the whole way.

By the time she is walking up the steps to her apartment, Jungkook is dying to just get back home. That must have been the longest most annoying walk he's ever taken while tracking someone. The girl had stopped over twenty times, distracted by something else each time, he's sure of it.

Just to be sure, Jungkook lingers around the apartment building a little longer, but when it seems apparent that the girl is going to be staying there, he finally heads home.

Geez, Jungkook thinks in annoyance as he climbs the stairs that lead to his own apartment. His head is spinning with so many questions while he unlocks his door and yanks his boots off with a groan.

But when he plops down onto his bed in his tiny studio apartment, he just stares at the ceiling, his mind suddenly blank apart from one question.

Who in the hell would put a hit on this girl?

Copyright © @writemywaytoyourheart 2021

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a/n: I hope you guys are liking the setup so far, thank you for all the positive reactions from the prologue!

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Cursed

Divine Gods!BTS x reader

series masterlist

Chapter one, Calico Cat.

characters: mortal!fem!reader, god of the moon!park jimin, god of the sun!jung hoseok, god of death and darkness!min yoongi, god of the four elements!kim namjoon, god of time!kim seokjin, god of nature and life!jeon jungkook, god of mischief!kim taehyung.

a/n: hello ! i hope you enjoy this first chapter, i actually took inspo from Goblin (which is a kdrama i absolutely loved ;;) and i'm sorry in advance for my poor writing, but english is not my first language ...

trigger warning: mentions of blood, violence and death, curse words.

tag-list: @greezenini, @fangirl125reader, @motherofbludgers

Min Yoongi sat on the throne, his legs elegantly crossed as he rested his forearms on the armrest. He slightly raised his left arm so that the tip of his index finger could lightly brush against his lower lip, his eyebrows mildly furrowed in a focused expression.

The black-haired man continued playing with his lip, then reached for something in the pocket of his silk pants and held the object in the palm of his hand: it was a vintage pocket watch entirely made out of gold, with a ruby located right at its center. The hands of the watch moved mechanically, producing a “tic” sound that resonated in his mind like an irritating echo.

Yoongi hated time. What was ironic, though, is that he had too much of it: he had an Eternity.

Yoongi glared at the antique object once more. A satisfied smirk appeared on the corner of his lips, depicting anything but an innocent smile. He stood up, adjusting his coat and grabbing his black bowler hat in a swift movement before taking some steps forward: as he walked, the dark throne room surrounding him became gradually more distant and, in a matter of seconds, the man was walking in the busy and snowy streets of Seoul. The snow crunched under the soles of his shoes, the snowflakes that landed on his coat immediately melted, and as he passed by, nobody seemed to notice his presence.

The street was crowded with people rushing to purchase the last Christmas presents, couples holding hands, and kids eating strawberry cotton candy. Disgusting, thought Yoongi as he curled his nose.

“One minute and thirty-three seconds.” He murmured to himself, turning into a deserted alley after checking the correct street name on a brick wall nearby. As he walked, the bright white snow became dirtier until there were just a few clusters of it on the side of the path. It started snowing heavier.

“Fifty-eight seconds.”

“I told you there were consequences!” A hoarse male voice shouted in the distance. Yoongi stopped hands into the pockets of his coat. “You’re a worthless bitch!”

There was a loud bang, followed by two others, and a feeble female voice asking for help. No one could hear her, and even if her cries reached someone’s ears, no one would help her since - according to Min Yoongi - humans were nothing but greedy mortal souls that enjoyed the sufferings of others. They were too occupied with spending their money on materialistic goods and developing toxic, violent, and possessive relationships. They were human beings but had no humanity left in their hearts.

He approached the poor woman laying on the ground, her hand resting on her stomach: blood was gushing out of her bullet wounds, dripping down in a pool of crimson absorbed by the snow. Tears streamed down her face as she whispered the same words over and over again, “Help me”.

He crouched down beside her and tilted his head, observing her like a detective inspected a victim. He knew that her time was up and that she was destined to die there, alone, desperately waiting for someone to find her.

“S-Sir…” She mumbled, some blood running down from the corner of her mouth. “P-please help me…” Her hand desperately clutched the hem of his coat, smearing it with her blood.

Yoongi sharply exhaled and rolled his eyes, turning his head to the side.

“Fancy seeing you follow me everywhere I go, Jungkook.” He stated, reluctantly standing up to face a man leaning against the brick wall, his arms crossed.

“Did you miss me?” Jungkook grinned.

He seemed almost like an angel since the clothes he wore were entirely white. His blond hair brushed against his shoulders, and a pair of long crystal earrings hung from his ears, sparkling as soon as they moved. Yoongi, on the contrary, was his polar opposite: his short wavy locks were as black as pitch, and although his eyes were a dull brown, they almost felt like looking into two holes, black as a night without stars.

“Seokjin sent me here to stop you from reaping her soul,” he affirmed, playing with the many rings he wore on his fingers, “It’s not her time yet.”

Yoongi scoffed, slightly amused at his statement. “Don’t you see the three holes on her stomach… Or do you need a magnifying glass? I am the one who decides if she dies today, not that Doctor Strange wannabe.” He took some steps toward him until his face was a few inches away from his, “I don’t take orders from a teenager.”

Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows, the slight grin disappeared. “These are not my orders but his, and you know you must obey him.” He lightly shoved Yoongi’s shoulder without interrupting eye contact with him, trying to remain calm. He kneeled beside the woman and caressed her hair, a sad smile depicted on his pink lips, while Yoongi stared angrily at the two.

“Don’t even think about it, Jungkook, her soul is already mine.” He said through gritted teeth.

“It is, you’re right.” The blond whispered and delicately put his hand on the woman’s chest. “But not now, Yoongi, you will have to wait.”

“Wait!?” Yoongi exclaimed in disbelief, and then frantically ran a hand through his black locks, “This has to be a joke, is Taehyung with you?”

“He is not,” He responded as a gleam of light formed under the palm of his hand, turning brighter by the second, “I haven’t seen him in ages.” This time his tone was lower, and his expression had darkened. Yoongi nodded, having no interest in knowing what had happened between the two friends.

“I suppose you won’t tell me why Seokjin wants to spare her life.”

“He just told me to stop you, nothing more.”

Yoongi pinched the bridge of his nose, squeezing his eyes shut. “Lies,” he snarled, “you are his little obedient puppy, Jungkook, we all know it.”

Jungkook inhaled the sharp, cold air and smiled as the woman opened her dark eyes. “I’m not here to fight, Yoongi, so you can insult me how much you want.” The blond took the now conscious woman into his arms and glared directly at his former friend. “But nothing will change the fact that you’re on your own now.”

Yoongi turned around, ready to argue back, but there was no trace of Jungkook.

The black-haired man remained still as he watched the empty spot, sighing, a strange feeling at the pit of his stomach.

20 years later

“Chung-Ae, we’ve already talked about this!” You groaned in annoyance, sinking your face into your Pikachu plushie. “I’m happy here!”

Chung-Ae sat on the counter, her arms supporting her as she gave you a stern look. You peeked, escaping the protection of your plushie, noticing that she wore purple lenses - although her stare was as scary as it had always been -.

“You’re a twenty-two-year-old living in an old house, with your three cats, and working in a cat-café.” She emphasized the “and” as if working in such a wonderful place was something to be ashamed of.

“That’s the best life!” You exclaimed as you sat comfortably on your sofa. “I mean, why would I need to move to Seul with a bunch of horny people when I could just spend the rest of my life in peace?”

Chung-Ae sighed loudly.

“They’re not just a bunch of horny people. They are my friends.”

You parted your lips to respond, wanting to remind her about the last party you both had attended, but she cut you off.

“Y/N, you live alone in such an abandoned area, it’s dangerous; it even takes you more than an hour to reach the café.” She slid down from the counter and sat next to you, putting her hand on your shoulder. “Trust me, I know that you’re attached to this place, but it doesn’t work for you anymore.”

She was right, you loved that place. Your grandparent’s house was located in the countryside, in a small rural village that was scarcely populated. The few young people remaining had started moving to bigger cities such as Seul or Busan, but not you. You adored waking up to the sound of birds chirping in the morning and the gurgling of the river. You got used to being alone, and you didn’t mind it. You couldn’t understand why Chung-Ae tried to force you to move with her, but she was rather determined, and you knew she was going to insist.

“Chung-Ae,” you reached for her hand and squeezed it delicately, a small smile forming on your lips. “You know I can’t leave, I promised my mother I would take care of this house.”

“You have to stop living in the past, Y/N.” She firmly stated. “This house is falling apart, and so is your life. Moving to Seul with me is your best option.”

Her eyes stared into yours for a few seconds, and you felt unreasonably guilty. You knew how much she cared about you, and you were constantly giving her “no” as answers. She retracted her hand, reaching for her purse right beside her, before standing up. “You still have time to think about it. You know that, right?” Her hand was on the doorknob.

Your mind wanted to decline her offer, but your heart told you otherwise, so you just nodded.

“Take care, Y/N.” And with that, she closed the door behind her, leaving you alone once again.

You finally took a deep breath running your palms down your face in an exasperated manner. Chung-Ae was your childhood friend, and she had always been by your side. You had met her in elementary school: she was popular amongst your class since her father was a renowned lawyer who worked for big celebrities, but you - on the other hand - weren’t as popular. You weren’t a social butterfly and preferred spending your time playing with the stray cats in your neighborhood.

You stood up and walked toward the kitchen, deciding to make yourself a homemade chicken noodle soup. You put the ingredients on the counter and started to chop the carrots into strings. As you were about to grab something, you heard a strange noise coming from outside: you reminisced Chung-Ae’s words and felt a shiver run through your spine, but you shook your head, mentally reassuring yourself that it must have been a wild animal.

You grabbed the celery from the fridge, deciding that you would drink some strawberry milk while waiting for the soup to cook. However, when you closed it, you were taken aback by a calico cat sitting on the floor, right in front of you. Your eyes were wide open in surprise since your three cats were all black, and you crouched down. “Hello, little one,” you gently smiled as you observed the little creature staring at you with a pair of light blue eyes, “I wonder how you got in…”

You inspected the room looking for any open windows but soon discovered you had closed everything. When you turned your gaze back to the cat, it was gone. Puzzled, you stood back up, massaging your temples. Am I hallucinating? You asked yourself before resuming your dish.

After literally devouring your delicious meal and doing the dishes, you headed to your room, where you found the windows wide open. You didn’t remember leaving them like that, but you also didn’t mind the fresh breeze coming from outside. It was a quiet night of July, and the moon was shining vividly in the sky, its brightness being the only source of light in the room. As you approached your bed, you couldn’t help but notice the shape of a cat on the window ledge, but when you came near, it had mysteriously vanished.

"Okay, Y/N, you're probably tired." You told yourself while sitting on the bed. As you laid down, feeling the freshness of your newly washed sheets, you heard another sound and then a chorus of meows coming from the living room. You sighed, reluctantly standing up, wearing a hoodie before walking down the stairs.

"What is it, guys, did you hurt yourselves?" You asked as your three black cats, Luna, Mars, and Pluto, continued meowing toward the front door. You groaned, "Alright, I will check."

You weren't ready for what you were about to see: you expected nothing but pitch darkness or that calico cat that was apparently haunting you now. But as you opened the wooden door, you froze on the spot at the sight of a man leaning his arm on the doorframe.

Because of the darkness, you could only see his silver hair reflecting the moonlight and a pair of light blue eyes staring at you in curiosity.

"Hello, little one."

[diphthongsfordays]

hey diphthong! just dropping by to send a high-five and good luck with your job! it sounds pretty hecktic, so you need all the you can get. :3 - 🔮⛈ (@enchanted-lightning-aes)

Hello Enchant!! High-five right back at ya! :-) How are things going for you??

My job is indeed quite chaotic, but I somehow ended up with a job I genuinely like (most of the time) so that's a massive plus! And I'm trying really hard to have an actual, reasonably healthy "work-life-internet" balance which sometimes I think makes my life sound more chaotic than it is? Who knows. I'm doing my best, lol.

Thanks for stopping in!

[starry-eyed-collective]

hello !

we’re the starry eyed collective, a system of 200+ :) we aren't exactly sure what our origins are, but we do know we're mixed origin and endogenic. that being said, we do not want endophobes following us and won't argue about our existence. i'm not sure how active people will be on this blog, but whoever the current host is will probably be the most active. we tend to forget about our sideblogs a lot, so we may disappear off the face of the earth for weeks/months at a time, but chances are we're completely fine /gen

the askbox and submissions are always open ! feel free to ask us things individually or as a collective, we love interaction :) we’ll answer any questions as well, as long as we have the information necessary to do so. you can message us on here if you’d like, and will give our discord if anyone asks. we don’t always have the spoons to respond but we do our best !

collectively we go by mythos or mystery, they/it/ve/ae (in no particular order) and silence or space related pronouns ! if you don’t know who’s fronting (which we’ll try to have in the blog’s title), use that for us :) our blurry/mixed tag is #mythos.txt or # - 💫 . we will also tag posts with (name).txt or similar tags, along with #starry thoughts, and tag whatever triggers you need so feel free to send in an ask !

sys members and DNI below cut

anon: proxy (is that the word?) for when somebody wants to remain anonymous. if someone’s using this tag, they/them is fine. tags are #anon.txt and # - 🎭

parker: previous host, any of these names or pronouns with a preference towards parker/flotsam/icarus and he/they/any volume related pronouns, tags are #parker.txt, #flotsam.txt, #icarus.txt and # - 🦕, my blog/our main is @fear-ze-queer

arsenic: current host alongside connor as of june 2023. he/him - i’m an anger holder and generally don’t trust new ppl for a while. love my friends tho. tags r #arsenic.txt and # - ☄️ and my blog is @arsenic-more-like-arsonic

Evangeline: She/Her pronouns please :) tags are #evangeline.txt, # - 💋 and # - 💜

Koi: He/Him and Koi/Koiself pronouns!!! Tags are #koi.txt and # - 🔥 :) One of the most frequent fronters so you’ll probably see me around a lot!!! My blog is @koi-romantic if you’re curious (it’s a lovecore blog :) )

janus: he/him, but they is fine too, tags are #janus.txt and # - ✂️. some kind of caretaker or protector, i front a lot when parker gets overwhelmed with negative emotions towards himself

Stan: He/Him. Tags are #stan.txt, # - 🚫 and # - ⛔️. I probably won’t be very active here, I don’t front often and don’t care for people when I do. Protector, and if I don’t talk to someone it’s likely personal.

Heretic: He/Him, my tags are #heretic.txt and # - 🤬 but subject to change if I find any emojis I like better.

Kyle Broflovski: He/him, tags are #kyle.txt and # - 😡, I guess I’d be considered an active fronter? Some kind of co-host maybe, a semico-host at least. South park fictive

Stan Marsh: He/they :) different than the other Stan, I’m a fictive from South Park. Tags are #marsh.txt and # - 🐶

Butters Stotch: Any pronouns!! Another South Park fictive :D I’m very expressive and friendly, at least I like to think so!! Median subsystem/sidesystem, I forget which word :( Tags are #butters.txt and # - 🍎 !!!

Bakugou Katsuki: he/him. MHA fictive. I’m a protector and I’m an angry person (duh) so if I seem rude you probably didn’t do anything wrong. Trust me, you’ll know if you’ve pissed me off. Don’t call me Katsuki or I’ll maul you. Tags are #bakugou.txt and # - 💥

Kaminari Denki: he/him, but honestly I won’t correct you if you call me something else haha. MHA fictive! I’m not sure of my role yet but I might be a cohost. Besties with Jirou <333 and also a bisexual disaster!! Tags are #denki.txt and # - ⚡️

Michael Afton: He/They. FNAF fictive. Be aware that Ennard is an asshole (/lighthearted, because apparently that needs clarification). Tags are #michael.txt and # - 👾

Kirishima Eijirou: MHA fictive!! He/him pronouns please :) my friends describe me as a himbo?? I’m not sure of my role or if I even have one honestly. Bakugou’s best friend, but he won’t admit it 😉 my tags are #kirishima.txt and # - 🪨 !!

woolie/aries/lamb/fleece/ewe: i don’t wanna list all of my pronouns here cause it’s a lot, but i use basically any sheep or sleep related pronouns !!! i’m the resident Sleeby Boye (i’m not really a boy though ^^). my tags are #woolie.txt and # - 🐑 !!

Zero: Undecided on pronouns, but it/its works. Robot/computer in the system. Will likely not be active much here, as I reside mostly in the innerworld. Tags: #zero.txt, #- 0️⃣ and # - 🔳

Vee: She/they, queer and aspec and maybe a demigirl, I haven’t decided if I like the term yet. I’m an anxiety holder and a demifictive of Virgil from Sanders Sides, and the first to front when we discovered our plurality. Tags are #vee.txt and # - 🖤

Chris: Genderfluid, I switch between she/he/they pronouns, but they is fine if you aren’t sure what my preference is :) Caretaker of the system; usually I work internally, but have been out more recently to take care of the body as well. I try to be kind, but will not put up with others hurting my system. My tags are #chris.txt and # - 🌸 :)

Kyouka Jirou: any pronouns work, most people use she/he/they. MHA fictive, bisexual as all hell and besties with Denki <3 I love music, basically my entire life honestly. my tags are #jirou.txt and # - 🎶

Hue: I don’t know what pronouns i like yet, so just they/them is fine. I’m the host but also not? It’s a whole confusing thing, there’s a few of us actually, I don’t really know how to explain it. My tags are #hue.txt and # - 🌈

Shouto Todoroki:: Fictive from MHA, he/him pronouns please. I text very formally so apologies if I come across as upset in any way. My tags are #shouto.txt and # - 🧊🔥

Kirby: Undecided on pronouns at the moment but he/him is okay!! Best friends with Mulberry 💗💗💗 Not sure of my role, or if I have one!! Tags are #kirby.txt and # - 🍬

Mulberry/Kyle: i haven’t decided completely but mostly he/him, i don’t mind anything as long as it’s not she/her please,, best friends with kirby as he said above. my tags are #mulberry.txt and # - 😖

Ookido Guriin: he/him, fictive from pokemon, you might know me better as Green. So call me either of those, I don’t really care. Tags are #green.txt and # - 🔵

Isamu Akai: he/him :) fictive from pokemon, I’m also called Red if you don’t know my actual name, but I ask that you don’t call me that please. My tags are #red.txt and # - 🔴

Ethan Hibiki: mostly he/him, but I’m okay with others if you want to try them out on me!! Also known as Gold from pokemon, so call me that if you want. Tags are #gold.txt and # - 🥇 !!

Silver: he/him but idrc. Pokemon fictive as well, tags are #silver.txt and # - 🥈

DNI if queerphobic in any way including ace/aro/enby/mspec/mogai/neopronouns/literally anything, sysphobic, endophobic, against fictive heavy systems, against mostly nonhuman systems, racist, anti-BLM, sexist, ableist, TERF/SWERF/FART/whatever you call yourselves, MAP/NOMAP/p3d0s, cringe/flop blogs, n$fw blogs

Jax/Ace: he/they/ze pronouns, in no particular order :) X’s twin!! And objectively the better looking one /j. My tags are #jax.txt, #ace.txt and # - 👌

connor: he/him, dear evan hansen fictive & host alongside arsenic as of june 2023. tag is connor.txt

userboxes by @plural-userboxes !!!

that’s all for now !! have a nice time :)