#i apologize for my absence again. i promise im okay and i have been safe and sound

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🎤 Look he’s pogging lol

🎤 I wonder what he’s missed...maybe the tags will give a hint or two.

(That means read the tags teehee thank you)

[jungnoir]

ik uve gotten a lot of asks for this but i just reread battlecry for what i Believe is the 7th time and i just. 😭😭 you said we’re never getting a sequel but can i get a crumb😭😭 a single sentence about what happens after, ANYTHING 😭😭😭 spare content maam, spare content?? will she and jaem have a falling out.... will she and JENO have a falling out...... how will her parents react.... would jeno feel too guilty and give her up, despite what she wants...... the possibilities.... r endless....

omg wait just realized i might have sounded a bit pushy or just. Annoying and kinda rude in general in the last ask IM SORRY THATS 110% NOT MY INTENTION

no dw bb you’re okay!! this ask honestly made me laugh ashfisjf and yes there are so many possibilities!!! I guess I can give you insight into one of them,, perhaps. it’s been so long though so I apologize if it’s disapointing. tw: light gore, mentions of torture, pretty dark. kinda just real sad in the beginning. here’s battlecry for those who haven’t read it. also, the song this is named after is really good and I recommend it!!

when the bones are good;

“Wretched boy,” whip, “wretched, cursed boy,” whip, “you’re a devil! You bring ruin to my family!”

One would think that after weeks of this, Jeno would be used to the blinding pain of a horse whip at his back. The first few hits reopen old wounds, ones that burn against rough fabric and heavy metal and the sweat of a day’s work protecting the kingdom. It just gets worse the longer they go on, until he’s crying into his bindings, wishing the saltwater would melt away the rope and he could try to run. He tried so many a time before. What made him think he had a better chance this time? Or the next? Or the next? Because there would always be a next.

Jeno no longer pleads. He takes the punishment in stride, hoping to the gods that have abandoned him to at least spare him a moment of ignorant bliss. No pain. 

Whip!

A choked sob leaves his throat and by some miraculous mercy, the whip hits him no more after that. He slumps against the disgusting chamber floors that are covered in the remains and innards of everyone who has met their fate here. Traitors, thieves, murderers, him. 

He is only held up by his tied up hands, keeping him from laying fully on the ground, suspending him in the air because his legs are too weak to do anything but give out. He’s lucky to still have his trousers, for his shirt is all torn to shreds in a corner of the chamber somewhere, so the cold stings against his bleeding wounds relentlessly. He huffs and puffs and with each breath, a cloud of vapor follows. It’s going to be freezing tonight. They may as well just kill him here.

Jeno can hear the king’s footsteps but he doesn’t dare open his eyes or look over his shoulder. He doesn’t get a choice though, when the king spins him around harshly and his back is pressed up against the jagged stone wall. He cries out again, being met by a sharp slap to the face. Jeno is silent at once. “Why I ever showed mercy to that abhorrent wench of a mother you have, I will never know. I should have killed both her and you that night and you know it.”

Jeno nods, knowing that if he refuses to respond he’ll just get hurt more. He’d really like to go to sleep now. 

“To think,” the king spits in Jeno’s face, “I gave a bastard peasant boy a place to sleep, food to eat, a place as close to my dearest jewel no man but me will ever have… and you had the audacity to come here in your mother’s name, knowing full well what I’d do to you if I found out. The very arrogance you have, walking these palace grounds for so long, plotting my demise… I ought to hang you in the square where everyone can see you for the treacherous demon you are.”

Jeno could imagine it. The townspeople taking turns to spit on him, calling him a devil child, sentencing him to death beside his mother. He hadn’t seen her since the day she laid the curse on you, the day he’d been found out by the king for his relation to the witch. That was the day the torture started, and if it wasn’t for how suspicious his sudden disappearance would be, Jeno would already be dead by now. 

Things were stiff now that all eyes were on the king. He couldn’t easily dispose of the witch’s spawn like he’d been doing to the others like him for the last few decades, lest the uprisings really take flight. For now, he’d have to wait until the excitement cooled down, and then…

“Leave him here. Hopefully the night will kill him before I have to. I’m far too exhausted to exert the effort.” Jeno hears the king’s voice as he stands and walks out of the cell, followed by the clang of the door slamming shut. It leaves a ringing in his ears that makes him whimper. He, too, hoped the night would kill him first. He couldn’t bear to see your face after your father no doubt fed you some lies about him being the reason for your curse in the first place. The hate you’d harbor for him as he made his way to be executed… he didn’t dare to imagine it.

Where was home?

With his mother? The witch who’d bred him to be her revenge, abandoning the just cause of protecting her coven and avenging her fallen witches in order to spill the king’s blood? The witch who sent him as an agent, meant to orchestrate her plan in slaughtering the royal family for their continued persecution of witches? The witch whose magic sizzled in his veins? The witch who abandoned him the moment he’d confessed “I’m in love”? 

Or was it with you before all this happened? The golden summer days of adolescence where the two of you were just children in love, and there was no curse, and there was no Jaemin, and the king and queen still thought of him as good? With you, the loving princess who didn’t emulate a single ounce of her father’s true nature?

Or was it in the night, when sparks of forbidden energy flowed through his fingertips and created images of a life where Jeno was happy and safe? Was it in the comfort of his “dark” magic, the very thing he kept hidden to save his life?

Home was… it was a rocking carriage. 

Jeno bolts upright and instantly regrets it when his back protests, making him cry in agony. He doesn’t know where he is, only that he’s moving, like he’s being carried somewhere. A hand on his cheek makes him alert to his surroundings at once.

It’s quiet and dark and there’s a hooded figure staring down at him. A familiar voice coos at him, “Please be careful… your wounds only just stopped bleeding.”

It’s you. You’re there. He can feel warmth wrapped around his body and he looks down to see bandages curled tight around his ribs and chest. A loose, peasant’s shirt is hanging off his body but it’s still thick enough to keep him warm, and then there’s a blanket hanging off his shoulders too. 

There’s a small lantern in your hands that lights up your sweet face. Jeno so badly wants to kiss you again. Instead, he blinks back his overwhelming love and asks the burning question on his mind, “Where are we?”

Your hand flutters from his cheek, leaving the boy whining softly in the loss of contact, but it’s only to help readjust his blanket. “The woods. We’re headed for the Na Kingdom.”

A hand much different from your own touches his shoulder, and before Jeno can react the way he’s been bred to, there’s a another blanket being draped over him. Jeno chances a look over his other shoulder and finds another hooded figure, and though the light scarcely meets his face, the features are apparent. 

Jaemin’s lips are pulled tight in a small frown, but he cannot hide the softness in his eyes when Jeno meets them. “It will be a long journey, and we will have to stop a few times for supplies and such. It’ll be trouble trying to smuggle so many people out of the kingdom after the ordeal.”

“I like our odds,” you perk up from beside Jeno, leaning in close to him to provide some warmth, “Renjun knows this land like the back of his hand, and Mark’s been working on cloaking spells for months now.”

It’s only then that Jeno recognizes a sleeping figure at the far end of the carriage, a boy curled up in some hay and sleeping peacefully, no doubt the court mage he’d been watching monitor you for weeks. He could only then assume that Renjun was leading the carriage from outside. His mind, putting things together slowly but surely, wonders how you’d both convinced them to come with you. “Did something happen…? Did your father threaten your life?” 

“He might as well have.” Your voice hardens, but it’s not directed at him. No, your anger is saved solely for the man who raised you, “To beat you… to dare lay his hands on you the way he did… he might as well have done the same to me. It hurts me just the same.”

You were doing this for him. 

Jaemin shuffles a little closer at his other side, adding even more warmth to the freezing boy, “…you have been my friend these past few weeks and I could not ask for more kindness from you even if I was that selfish,” Jeno shudders, unable to comprehend, “what happened… we can discuss at a later time. Right now, your safety and the safety of your people is all that matters to me. We cannot let the king get away with his atrocities. When we get home, I’ll see to it that the treaty is ended and that my father rights her father’s wrongs. I promise that all witches will be safe.”

Jaemin was doing this for him. Why would anyone…?

“That’s right. Jaemin’s kingdom is safe for all. We will make this right, Jeno.” You place a soft kiss to his forehead, enveloping the boy in a hug so tight but so loving that he can ignore the pain for now.

With one hand on your arm, Jeno places the other on Jaemin’s, shocking the prince, “Your highness, I swear to you my life. I will protect both you and (Y/N) even if it kills me.”

The small frown on Jaemin’s lips wavers some at that. Jeno can’t tell what it means, only that he hates seeing the prince look so pained. He’d gotten used to the smiles and laughter. He hated knowing he was the reason for its absence. He would do anything he could to fix-

Jeno is startled when the prince suddenly collapses into his side in a fit of soft crying, tears rushing out of his eyes so fast that the shoulder of Jeno’s blanket is soaked in seconds. The prince has wrapped himself tight around the knight, tight like you, and yet again, the pain is bearable. “You’re an idiot, Jeno,” Jaemin swears through gritted teeth, “don’t talk to me like a knight. Talk to me like you talk to (Y/N). Talk to me like I mean something to you. I care about you.”

You, too, are sniffling into Jeno’s opposite shoulder, rubbing at his arms to fight against the night air.

It’s strange. “I… care about you, too. I’m sorry.” He says and you lay down like that, fall asleep like that. It’s so, so strange. This feels pretty close to a home.

[earth-to-lottie]

Godric’s Hollow Sirius/OC Imagine

Okay, so I’m new to writing fanfics and imagines, and I just started writing my own Sirius/OFC fanfiction called “If I Just Saved You” on Fanfiction.net. This is a chapter way into the story that I wanted to post. I was struck with inspiration and wanted to share it on here since I’m only writing the second chapter on the actual story. I hope you like it and any feedback would be greatly appreciated!

I actually cried a little bit writing this, so I’ll put a warning here just to be on the safe side.

Warnings:Description of death/dead body, slight swearing if you squint/if you’re a Brit!

"Pads, what do we do? They're supposed to be safe?!" Wylda gasped, struggling for breath, as she tried to comprehend what was going on. Wylda felt like her chest was constricting, like a giant basilisk was wrapping itself around her chest and squeezing as tight as it could.

"We have to go, come here quick, we need to get to Godric's Hollow right now!" Sirius gripped her hand as if his life depended on it, quickly straddling his beloved motorcycle. Wylda could feel his rapid heart rate as she pressed herself to his back, her own heart thudding as erratically as her breathing. Sirius flew them to the outskirts of the small Devonshire village, Wylda starting at a sprint through the pouring rain before Sirius could properly turn off the bike. As she came to a stop at the gate leading to the broken down cottage, she let out a choked sob, gasping out what sounded like "No", but swept away with the howling winds. She threw herself through the smashed down front door to the once homely, now derelict building, sending up a brief prayer to whatever deity, muggle or wizard she could think of that her friends were safe. She clambered into the living room, feeling her entire world shatter around her. Her knees felt like they had been obliterated by some otherworldly force, as she fell onto all fours, crawling the final few steps where James' body lay, sprawled halfway across the steps leading upstairs.

She vaguely heard Sirius collapse beside her, his sobs mixing with her own. She felt the air leave her lungs, the tears falling from her eyes in torrents so freely and continually she could barely see past them, her view of James' stone cold face blurred so badly he could be mistaken as sleeping. She pulled his limp head into her lap and rocked, clutching so desperately his glasses fell from his face. Pressing her face into his, the coldness of his skin causing her to scream so loudly she could feel her throat straining. As her screams turned to hoarse gasps, she heard another cry, coming from upstairs, and she felt another wave of panic hit her like a train.

"Harry..." she breathed. She had been so wrapped up by the shock of finding James she had failed to hear baby Harry upstairs. She placed James' head back on the floor before scrambling up the stairs.

"Shep wait, he might still be here!" Sirius' strangled voice called to her as he too scrambled up after her, tripping over his feet in the process. Had the situation not been so devastating she would have found the action amusing. Coming to a stop in the doorway to the nursery she felt a mix of both relief and crippling grief wash over her all at once. There in his crib, Harry sat crying, obviously distressed but otherwise visibly fine. But what hit Wylda like a ton of bricks was Lily. Her best friend. The sister she never had.  Her dorm mate of six years. Her counter- part. Dead. Lying in front of Harry like a shield. Wylda stepped forward, not looking down and pulled Harry up to her hip, clutching his tiny body like he was an anchor. She couldn't look down, for fear of dropping the tot in her grief, she walked back to the doorway, where Sirius stood, thunder-struck, tears also pouring from his eyes, looking almost as lifeless as Lily, if not for the ragged breaths coming out of his mouth, and the rapid movement of his chest. Wylda looked to her husband, the unbridled agony in her eyes almost finishing Sirius there and then. He pulled her towards him, wrapping his arms around her and Harry, as if to check they were really okay, he looked down, only now noticing the lightning bolt cut on his tiny forehead.

"What happened little man? What happened here?" he muttered stroking his head softly, feeling a tiny part of his heart still intact at the sight of his godson, very much alive. Wylda continued to sob into his chest as Sirius rocked them all, before quietly pulling them from the room and heading back downstairs. Wylda nearly lost it all over again, at the sight of James, but was saved as Sirius put himself between them. Blocking the sight from her eyes, pushing the broken door aside to step outside. The rain had eased off only slightly, allowing Wylda to stand outside with Harry - she couldn't bear to be in the house any longer. The house that once held so many happy memories. But now held so much death and grief and violence.

"I have to find him. They have to have taken him. Tortured him, there's no way he'd hold up under any pressure. MERLIN WHY DID THIS HAPPEN?!" Sirius screamed into the night. His hand grabbing fists full of his soaking black hair, as he bent over, looking almost to be in physical pain. Spit flying from his mouth as he yelled. His breath coming in pants he pulled Wylda into a fierce kiss, before kissing the top of her head with such softness and serenity, like he always did before leaving her for Order missions. But this wasn't like any of those times. He gently kissed Harry's head, whispering apologies into his small tufts of jet black hair.

"Meet me back at the house. I love you." Sirius spoke with such finality Wylda could barely utter a word before he dissaparated. A whole new wave of worry and panic set in as she thought of the possibility of never seeing him alive again. She pushed all thoughts from her mind, as she was greeted by the giant figure of Hagrid, bounding up to her through the rain.

"Wha'r'appened? Are ya alright Wylda?" Hagrid's rough voice asked her, his breath also sounding ragged and short.

"They're dead. Both of them. Gone." she blearily looked to Hagrid, another gut-wrenching sob pushing itself past her lips. She really did look a sorry state, drenched to the skin from the rain, her eyes almost as red as her wet hair, ghostly pale and shaking, Hagrid felt his heart rip in two. He always had a soft spot for the Marauders, so James and Lily's death was like a punch in the gut, but seeing Wylda  here, like this, so obviously broken by what she had found in the house, tore Hagrid in two. Especially since he knew he needed to take Harry away from her.

"'m so sorry Wyl, I'm so sorry but I need to take Harry. Dumbledore has somewhere safe for 'im, I promise you 'e'll be safe, but I 'ave to take 'im.." Hagrid pleaded, seeing Wylda turn her body slightly away, putting as much space as she could between Harry and the half giant, clutching him tighter.

"No BLOODY WAY is this child going anywhere! HE IS NOT LEAVING MY SIGHT, DO YOU HEAR ME?!I DON'T CARE WHAT DUMBLEDORE WANTS, I SWEAR TO MERLIN HE ISN'T GOING!" Wylda screeched, startling Harry, who started to cry again. Wylda instantly looked down to him and started rocking again, shushing and apologising in hushed whispers, trying to soothe him again, her tears starting up all over again. Hagrid felt his chest constrict as the guilt came over him in waves.

"I'm truly sorry Wylda, but I 'ave to take 'im. I swear on my own life 'e'll be safe. Dumbledore only wants 'im to be safe, just like you. Please, Wylda, let me take 'im." Hagrid begged, bending almost in half in an attempt to meet her eyes.

"But James and Lil wanted me and Sirius to have him if something happened to them...it's practically their dying wish...I can't fail them, not now..." Wylda sobbed quietly, trying not to upset Harry again, who was now hiccupping slightly, his plump face flushed and wet. Hagrid could see her resolve faltering, his words sinking in. She looked to him through her eyelashes, her emerald green eyes, strikingly similar to Harry's, peeking at him, almost as a child would, checking if he was trust worthy.

She finally straightened up, and looked him in the eye, moving to pass the baby to Hagrid, Harry clutched to her jacket, his bottom lip jutting out in a pout, his eyes once again filling with tears, her own doing the same. She kissed his head as she prised his tiny fingers from her jacket, barely holding back another sob.

"I swear to whatever force is out there Hagrid, if ANYthing happens to him, I will find you, and kill you. Do you understand?" Wylda spoke in a deadly calm voice, although the obvious wobble in it was a give away to her true inner turmoil.

"A'course Wylda, on me life he will be safe." he spoke just as calm, although his palms were shaking.

"Take Sirius' bike, it flies so you'll get to safety faster." Wylda numbly passed him the keys, pointing behind her to the end of the street where it sat, still tipped over from where it was abandoned upon arrival. She didn't look back to Harry, knowing she would rip him away from Hagrid in a heartbeat if she did, waiting until both giant and baby were soaring across the sky before dissapparating back to her home. The aurors were undoubtedly on their way to Godric's Hollow, and she couldn't be there to see them pulling the bodies of her closest friends from the rubble. As she looked around her warm and cosy living room, she couldn't help but feel a cold, empty gaping hole in her chest. The pictures hanging from the walls no longer filling her with warmth and happiness, no longer bringing a smile to her lips, only more sobs as she looked to the smiling faces of James and Lily, some from their school days, some from the Potter wedding, some from the Longbottom wedding and some from hers and Sirius'. She sent a patronus to her mother, begging her to come to her house, needing the comfort only her mother could provide in Sirius' absence.

Her voice hoarse and hiccups interrupting her speech. She collapsed onto her knees once more, clinging to the near 10 year old photograph taken during their first year at Hogwarts. In the photograph she is squashed between James and Sirius, Remus on Sirius' left and Peter on James' right. All grinning from ear to ear. Lily had taken the picture and Wylda could remember the wild cackling of Lily when Wylda had pulled the silly face she was pulling in the picture, causing all the boys to laugh. She almost smiled at the memory, but the crippling pain she felt in her chest leaving no room for any emotion other than overwhelming pain and sadness. She was interrupted but her mother appearing with a crack, her father close behind.

Instantly she was enveloped into a pair of warm strong arms as her mother fell beside her, pulling the sobbing girl into her arms. Her father sat beside her, pulling both of his girls into his chest, struggling to keep the lump in his throat down at the sight of his only daughter, his best girl, so obviously broken in front of him. His 70+ years old muscles and joints screamed at him for slinging himself down so quickly but he didn't care, all he could see was his daughter and his wife. Tina was beside herself at the sight of Wylda, but tried desperately to be strong for her daughter.

"What happened sweet girl? What's the matter?" Tina gasped, clutching Wylda's face, trying to wipe away some of her tears. Looking into her eyes, seeing the devastation there.

"They're dead mum..James and Lil. Dead, he got to them! Harry's alive but Dumbledore took him! Sirius has gone to find Wormtail, but I'm so worried mum! I don't know what to do!" Wylda sobbed, hiccupping in between words. Her voice hoarse from screaming. Both Tina and Newt froze, shock quickly being replaced with sorrow. James and Lily had become a permanent fixture in their lives too, James being Wylda's fellow Chaser and fierce friend. And Lily, Wylda's other half, identical in so many ways - not just physically - yet so different, the perfect balance. After so many years, they had all but adopted them into their family. Christmases, birthdays and eventually weddings. They were always present. All of that gone. Newt could do nothing but shake his head as he pulled his girls even closer, keeping the barely contained sorrow at bay. Tina silently cried as she buried her face in Wylda's hair, whispering reassurance and what she hoped were comforting words into Wylda's ear. But really, what could she say? What could possibly make any of this easier? She could practically touch the pain her daughter was feeling it was so palpable in the room.

Just as Wylda's sobs were beginning to subside, a clear crack could be heard from the hallway - Sirius was back. Wylda shot up and out of her parents grasp, darting to the doorway that lead into the hallway, where a dripping wet and red faced Sirius stood. Throwing herself into his numb arms, she ran her hands all over him, checking for injuries.

"I'm fine Shep, but Peter, he wasn't home. The place was immaculate. I don't think he's been there for a while." Sirius spoke with a sense of confusion. His face contorted with wonder.

"Do you think they took him off the street? After an order meeting maybe? Pads, tell me what you’re thinking." Wylda whispered, looking up into his face. Ignoring the water dropping onto her cheeks from Sirius' wet hair.

"I found this in one of his draws. I was looking for any clues and I found this...Why would he have this Shep? I don't understand.." Sirius help up the unmistakable shape of a Death Eaters mask, his fingers trembling. Wylda could barely contain her shock, stumbling backwards slightly, as if the revelation had literally sent shockwaves through her body.

"Peter? Our Peter had a Death Eater's mask in his house? Not possible, no way...he couldn’t, he wouldn’t..." she muttered disbelievingly

"That little rat gave them up...I'm going to kill him."  

[alabastertouch]

Can I Purr-ease Have Your Number?

Genre: Fluff as well. I’m made of fluff.

Characters: Im Jaebum x Reader; Nora, Kunta, and Odd (Jaebum’s cats), Kim Yugyeom, and Bambam.

Warning/s: None. 

Summary: When Jaebum began looking for his missing cat, he didn’t expect to find something more. 

A/N: I rarely get requests, so I tried my best in this one! I hope you like this! I’m sorry if it’s not as long as you hoped. :(

“Guys, I’m taking the cats out!” Jaebum announces suddenly during a sunny Sunday, and the maknaes, while busy trying to beat each other’s as in Call of Duty, wave the leader’s words off. Jaebum pulls the leashes of Nora, Kunta, and Odd, and the three felines follow obediently.

He wears his face mask to conceal himself to the public, just in case some people mob him, and he worries about the comfort of his pets. Even though the pets of the group must have its own established fandom, it is better to make sure.

Jaebum walks around the street of Cheongdam-dong, and he basks in the fresh spring breeze. It has been a while since he had the time to wander around and walk his cats around. He missed Nora, that’s no secret, and with the addition of Kunta and Odd, he finds his free days more appealing than before.

“It’s a nice day, right, kids?” He keeps his habit of talking to his cats as he lets them lead the way to wherever they want to head.

Until he realizes that a certain white-furred kitten is missing from his leash that has turned loose.

“Odd?” He nervously checks, but only the black-furred Kunta and short-trimmed Nora are walking leisurely right in front of him. “Odd!”

He looks around in haste, seeing if Odd has gone far, but to no avail. He runs, practically pulling his two cats along, that he had to bring them in his arms and carry them as he finds for the missing cat.

In the middle of Seoul during what is supposed to be a carefree Sunday, Im Jaebum is baffled to find Odd absolutely nowhere near the vicinity.

“Y/N, you have to bring this to Mr. Chung’s company within fifteen minutes or you will get fired,” Mr. Kang’s monotonous warning gets into your head, and you feel your palms getting sweaty from the anxiety settling in you.

You almost want to hurl.

“I’m on it, sir!” You hurry, carrying the stack of expanded envelopes in your short arms and running with four-inch stilettos on. You know your feet will get awful cramps once the day is over, but you can’t just give your job up for the comfort of your body.

So, you hurry to your car, hoping it will start smoothly today. These days, it had begun to collapse, and even after changing the batteries and taking it to the mechanic, it is to no avail. You just pray for it to roar to life today of all days.

Fortunately, it does.

You quickly release the hand brake and shift the gear to drive, doing your best to hurry to Chung Industries on Mapo-gu. It is not that far, but the traffic might get in the way of your trip.

“Watch out, there’s a cat!” 

Or a feline pushing you to take a stop in the middle of the avenue.

You pick the purring kitten up, wondering how it got in the middle of the road. Judging from the way it has a leash, it obviously escaped, and the owner must probably be sick worried looking for it. But now, you have some documents to pass, and if you try to look for the cat’s master, you would have to say goodbye to your position as an executive assistant.

“Look, kitty, I’ll look for your owner later. Right now, I have to save my ass.” You apologize to the cat as you put him on the back seat, though you know he might not understand you. Luckily, he is behaving well, and you encounter no problem as you park your car in front of the grey building.

Thinking it is too cruel to leave him behind, you scoop the kitten in one of your arms, with the other carrying the important files, and head inside the office building.

“Ah, sir, I have to pass some papers to Mr. Chung,” you tell the lady guard. “But can you take care of the cat for a while?”

“I’m sorry, miss, but we don’t do that here.” The guard stubbornly says, with her eyebrow even raised up. Challenging her, you lean to her table, despite having no time to spare.

“Do you want me to bring him upstairs, then?” You mutter lowly. “Your boss will be furious to find out about it.”

Reevaluating her decisions, she sighed over-dramatically.

“You have five minutes or this cat will be out on the street,” and you are not that heartless, so you run all the way to the elevator, wishing for it to rev upwards. You impatiently get out, hiking the emergency stairs in order to get to the highest floor.

Exhaling, you knock on the door of Mr. Chung’s room, and his secretary lets you in with a surprised look on her face.

“Here are the files Mr. Chung needs for the magazine and catalogue project,” you explain as you hold your kneecaps, trying to catch your breath as you just finished a marathon.

“Thank you, Miss Y/N. You can leave now. Mr. Chung will surely get this.”

You finally feel relieved, because your job is completely safe despite many threats from Mr. Kang about your termination. He has always been eyeing to remove you from your job, as his daughter, Yeonah, wants the position as well. So far, though, he can’t find a leverage to fully excavate you from the company.

“He pooped,” the guard flatly complains. “I had to clean it.”

“I’m sorry about that,” you sheepishly say. “Anyway, thank you for keeping him company for a while. I’ll be leaving.”

Once you reach to your car, you take a good look at the small cat on the passenger’s seat. You pet its white fur, untangling its frizzy texture. It then leans to your hand, eyes fluttering and drooping close as he finally falls asleep.

“Aigoo, how do I even begin to look for your owner?”

You’re not sure about it as well, but you sacrifice your hour-long lunch break for the safety of the cute pet beside you.

“Look, sir, we don’t look for lost cats here, okay?” The police officer explains for what seems to be the umpteenth time to Jaebum. Yugyeom and Bambam, now with cats in their hold, have arrived to console him from unleashing his anger to the police officer who refuses to pay attention to his complaint.

“My cat might be dying out there!” Jaebum is not that much emotional, but his voice wavers as he thinks of Odd, probably somewhere alone and shivering. He had been gone for approximately an hour now, and being the hyper kitten he is, he must have gotten quite far.

“Sir, with all due respect, this is not the place to look for your lost pet,” the officer sighs, frustrated after all the round of polite explanations. “You can look for him in the local pound or post some fliers in case people find him. Right now, we can’t be looking for lost pets. There are people dying out there unjustly.”

Jaebum understands the statement, and he is pulled by the two maknaes to leave the police station.

“I’m sorry, sir? Mr. Officer?” A girl voices out suddenly, fatigue dripping from her voice. “I don’t know where else to go find for this person, but I found a white cat almost an hour ago.”

Jaebum turns around and finds you, and he views you all of a sudden as someone with a halo hovering your head and light shining beneath you, with a white cat sleeping in your arms.

“Odd!” He exclaims as he quickly grabs the kitten from you, effectively waking you up. “I’m so glad you’re okay!”

“Oh, there you go,” the officer motions to the slightly emotional reunion. “And this is not the place to report about lost pets, okay? Now if you may all leave, we have crimes to investigate.”

You didn’t honestly expect Im Jaebum to be the owner of the little feline you have found, but now, you’re incredibly feeling lucky that you decided to not use your one-hour break uselessly.

Now, Jaebum is in front of you, treating you to a nice meal on the barbecue place near your company’s building with the absence of his reunited cats, who have been brought back to the dorm by Yugyeom and Bambam. He hasn’t stopped thanking you yet and is adamant in doing everything to show his gratefulness.

And he cannot stop smiling, either. It’s one of those gummy grins he is famous for.

“Jaebum, really, it’s okay,” you convince him to stop, but he does not.

“Give me your number,” Jaebum suddenly says, and you assume that it is once again because he wants to pay you back for returning Odd to him.

“Jaebum, I already told you that it’s fine. I’d do the same if it were a hamster.” You promise him, but he shakes his head.

“No, I just want your number,” Jaebum presses.

“What? What for?”

“To know you better,” Jaebum’s confession makes your voice hitch. “Without the conversation about my pets being brought in all the time. I seriously want to know you better, Y/N-ssi.”

And who are you to deny him that?

“Can I purr-ease have your number?” He tries to activate his hidden affectionate voice, but you only cringe at it in disgust.

“I won’t give it to you if you say another awful pun.”

[blatherkatt]

Title: The Calm Is Terrifying When The Storm Is All You Know [Homestuck]

Intermission 1 

Summary: There were two kinds of trolls who went to Earth: rich shitheads with too much money and free time, and desperate assholes who couldn’t survive on Alternia, even with the best efforts of the young Condesce. Karkat hated the planet almost immediately, but with his home planet too dangerous for mutants, he really didn’t have any choice but to hide out on this weird little diurnal planet. At least he’d be safe. Or so he thought, right before blundering his way into an accidental friendship with the son of an anti-troll terrorist.

Rating: M

Chapter Warnings: Mentioned/implied abuse; Pesterlogs, No seriously this entire chapter is just logs, swear the next chapters at least a third finished but in the meantime this bit got way out of hand so here 

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— excerpt of chatlog from group chat “assholes anonymous” 6/13/2015 —

GG: And I’m afraid that’s all Roxy and I know. She got a call from Terezi yesterday saying that she would need to wait a few days before coming down to visit again.

GT: Holy toledo! Christ on a cracker i really picked a bad time to study abroad didnt i. So much happened while i was gone!

— timaeusTestified [TT] is online! —

GT: I feel like a right fool for not checking my messages from anyone while i was away but i was just so overwhelmed by how many there were and so tired out from being in another country and all.

GT: Oh!

TG: DIRK

TG: motherfucker tell me whats goin on!!!!

GG: There you are! Is everything alright?

TT: Yeah, yeah, everything’s fine, give me a minute.

TT: Well. No. That’s wrong.

TT: Everything’s pretty much gone to shit, but everyone’s alive, somehow, and for the time being things have cooled the fuck off.

TG: aaaaaah now im even more scared what happened?!!

GT: Er its good to be back but the girls have been filling me in on whats played out in my absence and im afraid im on roxys side here what in the devilfucking dickens is going on exactly?

GG: Thirded!

TT: I take it you didn’t get around to reading the messages I sent you then, Jake?

TT: Which is fine. I kind of figured. Whatever.

TT: Short version: There was an attempt to reclaim Dave by some of the old man’s lackeys.

TT: An attempt which Dave knew about well in advance.

TG: oh shit

TG: oh shit dave nooooo D:

GG: Oh, goodness.

TT: I caught him having a panic attack in the kitchen, during the middle of the night on the twelfth. He managed to tell me essentially that we had four hours to prepare, and then we’d be under attack.

TT: He was planning on going with the quietly, apparently, but changed his mind at the last minute, I guess.

TT: Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad he told us, but…Ugh.

TT: It seemed like he was starting to get a little better, finally, and then this huge fucking setback hits.

TT: It’s frustrating.

GT: I’ll say it is! Gosh dirk im so sorry i missed so much of the leadup to this.

GT: Getting the poor boy back after ten years only for him to be such a mess and to finally get somewhere only to lose so much progress…

TG: aaaaaaaugh

TG: i mean is it really a setback though? he still told you!

TG: ive been having the hardest time getting him to talk about anything that happened to him and i think he n i get on pretty well

TG: he still chose to stay with us!

TT: Yeah, and it only took him two fucking months to do so. I don’t even know if he made that choice because he actually wants to be here.

TT: It’s more like he just decided we’re the lesser of two evils.

GG: Well, that’s better than nothing, right?

TT: Ha.

TT: Sure, I guess. Pardon me if I’m not thrilled, though.

TG: diiiiiirk

TG: dirk chill out a little like i get it but seriously!

TG: trust me dave doesnt want to be mean to anybody

TT: Of course he doesn’t.

TT: I’m not mad at Dave at all, don’t get me wrong.

TT: This is my fault.

GT: Now wait just a moment there strider!

GG: How on Earth is any of this your fault? It sounds to me like you made the best of a bad situation! Dave’s the only one who knew about this!

TT: It all goes back to that first meeting at the police station.

TT: I set the precedent. Made everything a him-versus-us, with Karkat his only ally.

TT: He doesn’t trust us because I somehow said exactly the wrong thing to him back in that interrogation room.

TG: im sure thats not it

TG: dirk hes not one to hold a grudge like you and rose are theres gotta be another reason

TT: I’d be happy to hear it, then, because I’m fucking clueless.

TT: Of all the problems I’ve tried to solve, my own fucking brother is proving the most enigmatic.

TT: He’s the fucking labyrinth at Crete, and I don’t have nearly enough fucking yarn to get through this.

TT: And apparently I’m a fucking outlier in that respect. Roxy’s figured Dave out, the fucking aliens get along with him fine, and apparently even Rose made up with him while my back was turned, because he’s been following her around all day, even though she ripped into him yesterday over Kanaya.

TT: Who, by the way, is a fucking vampire now. I feel like I’m losing brain cells just writing that, but there it is.

TT: I’m sharing the house with a literal alien vampire. I’m officially one of the side characters in my aunt’s trashy books.

TG: dirk dude im telling you dave isnt as complicated as you keep making him out to be!

TG: hes not a puzzle that needs to be solved hes just a scared kid!

TT: Why is he still scared, then? Why?

TT: I believe you, but how do I make him be not scared?

TT: Why the fuck can’t I understand my own brother!

— timaeusTestified [TT] is offline —

GG: Oh no.

GT: Jesus jumping jehosaphat!

— timaeusTestified [TT] is online —

TT: Sorry.

TT: Got a little too worked up, hit my desk hard enough that something came unplugged.

TG: dirk

TG: dirk.

TG: holy shit.

TT: I’m, uh, also sorry that I actually hit enter on those last few posts. That was kind of shitty. I’ll get a lid on it.

GT: You gave us all quite a fright there!

GG: I’ll say.

GG: You shouldn’t feel bad, though! I for one am glad you were honest!

GG: Maybe we can all figure out something! If Rose got things sorted out after the rocky start you mentioned, then I’m sure you can, too!

TG: have you tried talkin to him yet

TT: Oh, yeah, because talking to him went so well last time.

TT: Look, I appreciate the advice. But at this point,

TT: I’m pretty much prepared to just accept that he wants nothing to do with me.

TT: Can’t really blame him. I look like the old man. Probably set off enough bad memories that I’m just going to scare him worse.

TT: I’ll just stay out of his way as best I can.

TG: dirk that is literally the exact opposite of what you should be doing

GT: Well i dont know roxy it might work out better that way.

GT: Give the lad his space and let him settle in on his own time!

GT: Let the air clear a bit before trying anything you know?

TG: jake trust me dave needs a lot of really explicit verbal reassurance

TG: he is the scaredest fucking kid you can imagine okay

TG: he apologizes for things that arent even things that should be apologized for

TG: and says hes sorry again even after you tell him hes done nothing wrong just to be extra sure

TG: and he wont do anything unless you specifically tell him hes allowed

TG: and even then hes super cautious about it

GG: Gosh…

TT: Exactly.

TT: If he’s that scared, me forcing him into a conversation is only going to make things worse. It’s not going to be a productive talk if he’s completely shut down.

TT: I’ll figure it out, alright? Just.

TT: I need to rethink things, maybe. Slow down a little.

TT: It’s just a setback. We’ll recover.

TG: uuuuugh

TG: this whole things such a mess :(

TG: let me know when im allowed to come over and hug on him again will you?

TT: Sure thing.

TG: hug him yourself in the meantime!

TT: Probably not a great idea, Rox.

TG: >:(

— excerpt of chatlog from group chat “who you gonna call” 6/13/2015 —

EB: geez. thats pretty crazy.

EB: i cant believe dave would put you guys all in danger like that.

GG: im sure he didnt mean to!

TT: I agree, actually, Jade.

GG: :0 !!!

EB: really?

TT: I spoke to Dave after all the carnage ended, and I’ve come to realize that I’ve been completely misinterpreting his behavior.

TT: I’ve been viewing everything he does through the lens of my own behavior and Dirk’s, and assuming that everything he did which irritated me was done out of some form of antagonism.

TT: Yesterday, I learned exactly how far off I’ve been, and I’d like to apologize for sharing that mistaken impression with you two.

TT: The problem hasn’t been that Dave is holding some petty grudge. It’s that he’s been scared.

GG: :(

GG: :( :( :(

EB: scared? dave?

TT: Terrified, even.

TT: He was literally so frightened when I confronted him that he could barely move.

GG: oh no! rose!

TT: I apologized, I promise, and I’ve been trying to reign myself in around him now that I know there is fear at foot.

TT: I’m a little horrified myself, frankly, at how bad things must be for him.

EB: but if hes so scared why didn’t he just tell you guys sooner?

TT: He’s scared both ways, essentially. Terrified of what we’ll do to him if he breaks some rule here, terrified of what our father will do to him.

TT: I had expected trauma from the beginning, but when it didn’t present in the ways I expected, I assumed he was just fine.

TT: But this is…

TT: It’s as if his fear responses, even his fight or flight reflex, are just…broken.

TT: Like I said, when I confronted him, his eyes were huge and terrified, but he made no move to defend himself, nor did he try to escape. He just…braced himself. Readying himself for a blow that I had no intention of ever delivering, but which he dreaded more with every second it didn’t come.

TT: Ever since, I’ve been paying attention to his body language, since it’s so hard to read his expressions when he’s got those sunglasses on, and I’ve noticed so many times where he tenses up, so suddenly and to such an extreme that I’m surprised it doesn’t physically hurt him.

TT: And it’s not just for legitimate potential threats, like someone looking angry. He does it for the slightest sounds, for random movements, sometimes seemingly for no reason at all.

TT: Hes like some feral animal, constantly thinking he’s going to be hunted, and yet, he can’t run. He just sits there and waits for the blow to land, hoping that if he simply takes whatever punishment is thrown on him, it will end sooner.

TT: And all I can think is just…

TT: What kind of hell has he been through for these past ten years that he reacts to things as simple as a creaking floorboard or a waving hand makes him think he’s going to be attacked?

TT: What did that son of a bitch do to my brother?

EB: jesus.

GG: D:

EB: i always knew that things were bad for dave but i didnt think it was any where near that bad!

GG: hes not in too much trouble is he??

TT: Not at all.

TT: Terezi let him off with a warning, and there’s not much else we can do to him, besides. He’s already under house arrest.

TT: He knows what he did wrong.

GG: thats good! i wonder why he waited so long to tell the truth though?

TT: I’m pretty sure at this point that he was never intending on telling us.

EB: what! why not!

TT: I don’t think he believes he has a choice. He did tell Dirk what happened while having a panic attack, after all. I suspect it may have been something similar to the sort of terror that strikes when you realize it’s the end of a vacation period from school, and you’re not ready to go back yet.

TT: Except, you know, way worse, on account of it being abuse at the hands of a literal terrorist he would have to return to.

TT: He said something that stuck with me, when I asked, and he seemed very genuinely sad when he said it.

TT: “It doesn’t matter what I want. He’s going to come back for me again.”

TT: He’s so resigned to a fate that he is not actually doomed to.

EB: wow :(

TT: But on the bright side,

TT: I think he’s starting to realize that we really aren’t going to hurt him.

GG: yeah?

TT: He’s been following me around like a lost puppy all day. He jumps whenever I move too quickly, but he’s actually here in the room with Kanaya and I right now. The two of them have been chatting on and off for a while.

TT: I suspect it may be just that he hasn’t worked up the courage to talk to Karkat yet, but even so, he seems like he’s testing a boundary.

TT: Pushing to see if I really am no longer angry with him. It’s certainly a welcome change from his usual habit of hiding in his own bedroom.

GG: oh gosh!! can you tell him i said hi?

EB: holy shit hes right with you? get him online!

TT: John, he’s not allowed to use a computer, remember?

EB: fuck!

EB: tell him i said hi too, then!

GG: looool

TT: Done.

TT: He lit up a little, and mumbled a “Hi” right back.

GG: :D

EB: lol, dork.

TT: He says “This coming from John ‘unironically likes Nick fucking Cage’ Egderp.”

EB: >:B !!!!

— golgothasTerror [GT] began pestering timaeusTestified [TT] —

GT: Hey, um.

GT: I know this is probably not something you really want to hear just now, but i really do want to apologize.

GT: I just got so distracted and worn out while abroad, and you always send so damned many messages, i didnt have the energy to read them all.

TT: It’s fine.

GT: No it isnt! Dirk i know how hugely important getting dave home has been to you ive known for ages!

GT: And whatever tumultuous relationship status we may currently be sharing youre still my best bro and i feel like a right horse’s arse for not being here for you during such a rollercoaster of a rough time!

TT: It’s alright, really. I appreciate the sentiment, but it’s wholly unnecessary.

GT: I promise ill at least try and check my messages more and keep more up to date on the situation.

GT: Let me know if theres any way i can help alright?

TT: Sure.

TT: Welcome home, by the way. It’s nice to talk to you again.

GT: Likewise!

— twinArmageddons [TA] began trolling grimAuxilitrix [GA] —

TA: TZ told me two me22age you, and by that ii mean 2he woke me up wiith a text 2aying ‘talk two kanaya a2ap a22hole 2hit2 gone down’.

TA: 2o what exactly ii2 goiing on.

GA: Um

GA: Well Im A Rainbow Drinker Now

TA: oh.

TA: you know what actually fuck thii2 iim goiing back two 2leep.

— twinArmageddons [TA] ceased trolling grimAuxilitrix [GA] —

[survivor-iceland]

Ep. 4 - “I’m feeling comfortable which is scary. Because comfortable people go home.” - Joseph

Raffy

I am glad that I survived tribal. Now I just have to win this challenge for the tribe! I don't want any of my allies to go home!

Raffy

My strategy for this challenge is not to be the guesser since that only puts a target on my back if we lose. So, Joseph volunteering himself is good for my game overall. Honestly, though, I really want to win this challenge so that the stakes are even when we get down to merge. No side has more people than the other. Also, taking the path of the bear lets me know that Cormac only made that alliance for that idol path. So there is no real bond in the alliance with Joseph, Ellie, Sierra, and him. Though, I do plan on using it against him later on if we happen to be on opposite sides.

Sierra

I lost my vote for the next tribal... so I’m a bit nervous about losing. But I almost want to lose this next immunity challenge so that I’ll still have the numbers on my side. If I don’t vote at a tribal and we still have the majority, I’m less likely to go home. Later in the game, my vote will mean more. I also don’t want to throw a challenge, though, so we’ll just have to see how it goes!

Joseph Collins

I think I established some trust between the still-alive Dylan and I. Me and Justin are starting to clock. Me and Elle have a strong alliance. I’m feeling comfortable which is scary. Because comfortable people go home. 

Raffy

You ever just want to organize a challenge so that your tribe can succeed, but none of them want to put in the work? I'm screaming and very frustrated.

John

so the trio is coming together, being me, cormac and zoe. we want sierra and stephen gone. stephen first, sierra second. they both have the potential to be devastating to our games come the merge. i last talked about this with them like 14 hours ago, but i’m assuming everything is the same. blindsides are becoming a necessity. and wowowowowow they are fun.

Raffy

I think we did really well on this challenge! I think we can win unless they have some sort of god taboo player on their side

Keith John

Its been a dull few days. Since we won immunity and the next challenge had ample time to be completed.

Another challenge that I couldnt compete in thanks to the time difference. Abit annoyed. As things can go in so many directions. 

1. Tribe might not be happy about my challenge contribution. 

2. The rapport built during challenges between other players will make things harder for me.

Although since im travelling soon. Il be on est soon. But I am not sure if I should let people know. As I dont know what could trigger them. Example. They might think. Il be able to play more socially and can easily be ready for future challenges like individual immunity. Hence I think for now. I should keep this info to myself and let my tribe underestimate me. Knowing that the time difference will hurt me enough to make me a so called GOAT that at the final tribal I might not have a case as I have not done enough. For now I have no choice. Hopefully i can make a few moves later.

Timmy

I’m trying to remember when the last time I confessed was so I apologize if this is a repeat. But I got what I wanted last tribal. At first people wanted Justin out rather than Dylan R and that wouldn’t have been good for me. It wasn’t difficult to get people to switch since all that had to be done was Justin say like 2 words to people to prove he’s more active than Dylan R so that was good. I hope we win the challenge, our score was good, but there’s could be better you never know until results. My fear is that Justin will go if we end up back at tribal and I’m not here for that. 

Ellie

Because of debate I wasn’t on for the challenge and I feel like shit!! I hope we won or else I’ll provably be the vote out

Sierra

Well, we lost immunity again... and this time, I don't have a vote. That means that I have to work super hard to make sure that we're all on the same page and that votes go on one person. I tried my best during the challenge, and it was super close... so even though I was in the 'hero' position, I feel like I wasn't the reason that we lost the challenge. A few of the people giving clues during the Taboo game used 'illegal words' and cost us a few points. I think we would've been tied if that didn't happen. Still, anyone could go home at this point, and all I can do is hope and pray that it isn't me. Especially since I don't have a vote!

Zoe

okay well fuck, we lost the challenge.

I was pretty confident we were going to win but I was wrong. I'm not too worried, if only because I'm pretty sure Cormac wanted us to throw the challenge anyway, and this way we can get rid of someone we don't trust, whether it be Stephen or Sierra. This way is probably better anyway, because we can say we did our best and nobody will be upset about it.

John, Cormac, and I are aligned now in a group called "The Blindsiders" and we're trying to decide whether or not we want to convince Sierra that Stephen is after them, stirring up some drama and making them seem paranoid so that everyone will vote them out. I'm not sure if we'll go through with it, but we'll see. Cormac hasn't been super active lately, but I'm hoping he comes through soon. He is my partner in crime, after all.

Maynor

Damn. That immunity was so close. 36-32. Adding the ones me stephen n zoe got subtracted. Adds like 3 so like was 36-35 which like really sucks. But hopefully ill be okay for tribal.

Raffy

I am so glad that Joseph was able to pull through with this challenge. This means I get a day where I can just socialize and chat without having to strategize. However, some of these people are hard to hold conversations with like Timmy. I feel like I am bothering him all the time too, so I have to be mindful of that. My social game does need a bit of work, but I know I can make it better. Other than that, if merge does happen now, we are going in with an even split of members from both tribes. So, it should be fine all things considered. I'm certain that someone has found the idol by now, but I do not care much about the idol hunt to worry about it. Hopefully, the person who does is on my side in the end.

Dylan C

https://youtu.be/fKN_ePEVYKc

Joseph Collins

Comfy week off of tribal 😎 I made a small decision that I think made a big impact. I chose to take clues via chat instead of call. It cut down on people trying to speak over each other. And I think that helped us win. 

Stephen

So the games going eh. We’re going to tribal, which sucks, but on the other hand i feel like ive made some genuine connections. I made an alliance chat with zoe sierra maynor and john. I could take or leave john, he is nice but idk how much i trust him. The rest im putting all my game hopes on so, yeah, fingers crossed.

John

it’s not a secret, i’m going through a lot right now. i lost a coworker and my cat literally within days of each other, and i’m currently spinning thinking about the game because of everything going on personally. i already wanted stephen out, but to see that i’m number 5 in his eyes, that means he gotta go now. i ain’t coming here to be the fifth place throwaway. i do like chatting with him though, he is a nice guy. but i’m not fully in his plans moving forward. Keith JohnWell its tribal today. I had a feeling my name could come up due to being on a different timezone and having less interactions with people. I felt the same reason would be valid to target to stephen. And now I guess, Stephen himself felt that it could be used against him. So he is targeting me. I have no idea if he has any other reason

Now regarding, keep my ass safe for this tribal, I hav to keep faith with the people I made an alliance. Zoe has got my back. she also confirmed that Its I had an alliance with her n Cormac day one. I always planned to take it to final three and now I pray that they know Im honest in that promise Cormac has been busy and it looks unlikely il get to talk to him before tribal. John and sierra have said that they would do Stephen. Not Sure if Sierra is completely on board. Maynor has replied to me. 

Im gona vote Stephen and pray no one gets an itch to make a move and vote my ass off.  

Zoe

John and I have been getting closer just in general in Cormac's absence. Miss him, but I like John. Keith now trusts me implicitly, which is great. Three people on my side is better than one.

John and I have orchestrated the Stephen vote by making Sierra think it was her idea all along. Stephen came to me, Sierra, and Maynor yesterday asking to make an alliance (four votes into the game? come on) and in "oh, worm?" Sierra suggested we add John, which Stephen agreed to. He believes now that we are all voting for Keith, but everyone, even Maynor I think, will be voting for Stephen as far as I'm aware. After this, I'm pretty sure there will be a swap. I'm preparing now to talk to my new teammates, reignite old conversations, and maintain old relationships. Let's go.

John

i’m gonna flat out just say it. i 👏🏼 do 👏🏼 not 👏🏼 trust 👏🏼 sierra 👏🏼. i think they’re open to literally any idea of an alliance, and if it wasn’t for me and zoe reigning her in, they’d be voting keith off tonight. they have to go after this vote. nice person, helpful in challenges, but they’d be a quick flipper.

Sierra

Stephen approached Zoe and I to talk about building an alliance with Maynor. Of course I agreed -- you're always supposed to say yes to an alliance, even if you don't plan on going through with it. I asked if Stephen would be comfortable adding John. He said that he was, so we added John to the alliance and conversations, too. The danger of Stephen wanting to form an alliance so late in the game is that the rest of us already have an alliance. Actually, most of us already have MULTIPLE alliances. Stephen hadn't approached us until recently. That makes me worry that he wasn't thinking about alliances or building bonds until later in the game, or that he doesn't actually want bonds with us and that he's waiting for a swap so that he can jump ship. My alliance is planning to vote Stephen out for those reasons... and honestly... I can't say I disagree.

Justin

This round I just tried to lay low and build my connections up cuz of my name being brought up last tribal. Luckily, my tribe won immunity so I don’t need to worry about being voted out. Now that I know I was being talked about, I think I’m gonna have to readjust my game-plan. I’m think I should align myself with Joseph, Timmy, and Dylan because Joseph and Timmy told me my name was being brought up and Dylan and I trust Dylan more than Ellie and Raffy. I think I it’s in my best interest if Raffy goes before she does because I’m pretty sure he’s talking to the most people. His possible connections scares me and I need to get him out soon because that’s the position I want in the game. On another note, Keith is stressed that he’s probably gonna be the one voted out this round. It would suck if he does cuz I really feel like I could work with him in the future, but it might not happen. That’s why, I’m talking to more people on the other side. Cormac hasn’t responded to me since yesterday so I don’t know what’s up with him cuz I really want to work with him too. John is just having a rough time. First he talks about his coworker dying and then his cat died too and that’s just terrible to hear. I’m assuming a swap is coming after this round and I just hope I get good numbers with the people I mentioned I would like to work with.

Maynor

Im in another alliance. Omg. Its me sierra stephen and zoe. The people who worked on the challenge and also john. This was made by Stephen and its cute. That leaves out Keith and Cormac. Zoe helped kept the target off Cormac and onto Keith which is good because Cormac is part of our other alliance that doesnt include Stephen or Keith. It is good and ultimately i will be siding with Zoe because I feel like i can trust her. Still no movement with idol search and honestly its just been my back for not doing it.

Stephen

I feel like I’m going home, people are super quiet and apparently my names already been brought up :/ Ah well, been a while since my last early boot, still. Who knows wattle happen. Just a little australian humour.

Joseph Collins

I’m wondering who’s on the outs of Melrakki. I think Keith or maynor go home tonight. 

Maynor

Well looks like zoe sierra and john want Stephen out. Which i also feel like he is a threat in the game. It should be 5 on Stephen now with votes on keith and maybe a self vote for cormac. Im just hoping its true and not a plan to have me throw my vote and blindside me. If it is then i give them props because i didnt see it coming. Lets hope for Stephen going. But im so sad to do this tho.

Ellie

Life sucks, I’m glad that I have these people to connect with. I haven’t really been talking strategy much