#i cant help bt torture him BUT AT LEAST HE GETS A HAPPY END just for u bb c:

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The Dim Sunshine

HAAAAAAPPY belated BIRTHDAY @asthenicia !!!!! of course im always late with my gifts coz of who i am as a person lmao I WISH YOU HAPPINESS AND PROSPERITY IN YOUR LIFE!! thank you for being my friend and for filling my life with smiles and laughter. may one day we get to meet so i can squish u to death with my hugs. xoxo lov u :3c

 Once upon a time, there was a happy family.  There was a jolly man, though his bliss was a creepy contrast to his love for death. He smiled often, laughed daily, always inflicted joy and caution wherever he stood. His skill for dark magic was unlike any other. His love for the undead and all that was unholy struck fear even in the boldest. He was quite a frail man, but his lack of strength was compensated by his terrible talent of the otherworldly. He held love for many things, both disgusting and disturbing, but there was one where he held the highest form of love.  There was a breath-taking woman, though her love for dancing contradicted terribly with her crippling stage fright. She blushed often, stuttered daily, always instilled amusement and serenity in her presence. Her skill for dancing was unlike any other.  Her skill in battling struck bafflement and awe to enemies and allies alike. Despite the immense talent, her love for performance, her love for entertaining people remained true to her heart. She was a beautiful woman. A dazzling dancer. Even with her timid personality, she never shied away from danger or person’s call for help. Her heart, just as her face, was as angelic as her. She held love for many things, and was loved by everyone else.  But, in the end, her pure heart fell madly in love with the man whose heart could no longer be considered human.  However, just as she had fallen in love with him, the man soon realized that he too had a heart as well – that he too had a chance to obtain the happiness he so long had given up.

---  In love they found it in themselves. In happiness they achieved by being with each other. His smile and laughter became more genuine. Her smile and laughter became even lovelier. As the years go by in the war, they stuck by each other, were there for one another. As he once warned her, his love truly was terrifying, baffling, sometimes suffocating even. He didn’t wish to let her go. He didn’t wish to let this glint of happiness to slither out of his grasp. He loved her so much, too much, that even the mere thought of living a life without her left him choking for air.  She knew this about him. She knew about his troubled past. She knew their relationship would have obstacles and challenges, even if some of them did come from himself. She knew he was passionate, horrifyingly passionate, and he would anything in his power to keep her close to him – even if it meant taking their lives together.  She knew. She knew about all this and it would be blatant lie to say if she wasn’t terrified in the least.  And yet, she stayed by his side and loved him sincerely.  She knew he loved her, truly and honestly. She knew he tried his best to make her happy just as how she gave life and joy in his once miserable life. She knew he was a bit – breathlessly, actually – clingy, but still respected her greatly when she asked for it. In time, he always knew how to make her laugh. In time, he always knew what to say and do in order to rid her of her stage fright. She was thankful for him in her life. And, in truth, even the thought of living without him pricked painful shivers in her smooth skin.  She loved him. He loved her.  And with this genuine love came born a beautiful, beautiful child.  “Welcome to this world,” Olivia cooed lovingly, tears still trickling down flushed cheeks and lips bubbling a weak laugh at the feel of Henry’s kisses on her sweaty forehead, “our dear, dear, Inigo.” ---  The child grew up wonderfully and happily.  He was the mere definition of bliss. His smile was as radiant as the sun. His laugh was as melodious as bells. Rosy red usually splashed his smooth, soft cheeks. His hair was fluffy, soft, as white as the first snow of winter. He was a bundle of joy, a beaming sunshine, a cause of bliss and laughter to many people around. Though voice was rarely heard due to his crippling shyness, everyone loved him, cherished him, wanted to pamper him endlessly just so they could see the adorable shade of crimson in his plump cheeks.  He had his father’s smile. He had his mother’s eyes. He had his father’s pure white hair. He had his mother’s passionate love for dancing. Inigo was the perfect mixture of his parents. Although he rarely talked much in his youth, he laughed and smiled easily to the people he was closest to. He often clutched his mother’s leg when visitors came to visit. He often hid in his father’s robe when they went to town.  Inigo, like his father, was quite the clingy boy. However, he was still just as timid like his mother, often shirked away instead of approaching someone he so dearly wanted to be with at that time. Despite everything, he would always be noticed in the end, would always be lavishly spoiled by the undying love and attention from his parents.  Inigo was loved and pampered throughout his childhood.  And for that, he grew up to be such a loving, optimistic boy. ---  “You’re doing great, darling!” Olivia cheered every time Inigo did a spin.  “Oh, that was a wonderful bounce!” Olivia clapped every time Inigo hopped just an inch off the ground.  Elated by the incoming praises, the young boy twirled and jumped again. His smile never faded from the moment he spent time with his mother, Inigo then stretched his arms to the side, head cocked slightly with a sight of a smile that rivalled the sun above.  To see his mother’s laugh, to see his mother’s smile, he could feel pride and joy bursting so madly that he thought his head was about to explode.  He didn’t mind that, actually. If anything, he was beyond thrilled to feel such a way if it meant getting to see his mother’s happiness. ---  “Look at you, you amazing snowflake!” Henry awed every time Inigo swished his arms to the side.  “Wah! This is some super great magic!” Henry clapped zestfully every time Inigo huffed out a short, squeaky ‘hah!’  Thrilled by the countless praises, the young boy spread his arms before giving one huge clap. By his signal, the wind whooshed swiftly towards the grinning father. Laughter then burst from such soft, pinks lips once he saw Henry’s hair was now a frizzled mess.  To hear his son’s laughter, to see his son’s smile, Henry could feel bliss and gratefulness overwhelming his entire being.  He didn’t mind that. Hell, he loved feeling every moment of it even if it killed him. ---  The sky was getting darker each night.  Even if it was broad daylight, Inigo shivered fearfully at the gloom that haunted the sky above. They rarely went to the village nowadays. They rarely got out of the house even as the days passed. His parents were still by his side, but their smiles and laughter weren’t always present like before. Instead, they held frowns, scowls, even spat out sighs and grunts when they thought he couldn’t hear them.  He heard them, of course, and he was terrified.  When Inigo asked, the child would always get the same answers. “Everything is fine, Inigo.” They would reassure him. “Everything will be alright.” They would gently pat him on the back.  It was only when Inigo felt their bodies tremble faintly that he knew, he bitterly, woefully knew, everything wasn’t as fine as it used to be.  He was scared. He was terrified. Fear kept him awake at night. The sounds of the unwanted jabbed whimpers and sobs from the poor, helpless boy.  Sometimes, as he curled desperately in his parents’ tight embrace, Inigo wished dearly, deeply, that all of this would go away, that all of this was nothing but a mere dream and he would soon wake up happy and safe in his mother’s and father’s warm, loving hugs.  He wished and wished. Day and night. Constantly and endlessly. And especially in the nights where the moon and stars were swallowed by ghostly abyss. ---  But alas, as he grovelled silently in the rain with blood and flesh splattered disgusting before him, he was soon reminded that wishes were nothing but the cruel trick of the heart. ---  His optimism died along with his parents.  His smile and laughter were quickly replaced with trembling, broken shrieks.  His throat hurt. It hurt too much. It hurt just by breathing in the cold, piercing air. Tears were long gone from eyes that cracked veins from within. Cheeks were void of colour, instead hollow and pale like death had claimed him too. Both arms were limp. Both legs were sore. Only in the rain did he find shelter in an abandoned shed not far from their graves. And even then Inigo wouldn’t budge; he would rather sit between the wet, dug holes for countless of hours.  He hadn’t eaten anything for days. The only nourishment he’d gotten was from the rain that trickled poorly into his gaping, dry mouth. At times, Inigo wondered if the starvation would take him too. At times, he wondered if the nights he’d spent sprawling motionlessly between their graves would be the last night he had on this horrible, disgusting Earth.  He would love that. He would want that.  But alas, the Gods above really did hate him.  The soil was too wet, too cold as he laid on his back. Blank eyes stared at the dark sky above. The moon was absent again. The stars had been swallowed by some unholy demon. Both arms were spread to the side, the back of his hands pressed weakly atop the graves. The bags under his eyes forced him to close his eyes. The agonizingly painful wound in his stomach forced him to stifle a breath.  Ah, if only this was enough to take his life away.  His breathing, so weak and frail, slithered unevenly through his nostrils. Never bothered to open his eyes, Inigo slowly, feebly turned his hand around. Both palms pressed against the squishy, cold soil. Sharp, broken nails dug deep into the earth, clutching the disgusting dirt that brushed roughly against the open wounds in his palms.  He then felt cold drops poking his eyelids and forehead.  And yet, he didn’t move a muscle. ---  His father always advised him to never partake any dark magic.  Inigo did ask why before, but Henry only replied by saying, “It’s too dangerous for you, son. Dark magic can hurt you bad even if you use a bit of it.” Inigo then proceeded to cry since he knew about his father’s knack for the dark arts, but the sorcerer then laughed gleefully and comforted him with the words of, “Oh, I’m fine, though! Besides, I’m not hurt by it at all because the power from your and your mother’s love are enough to make me stronger to bear it!”  Inigo wondered if those words rang true.  He never expected to actually test it anytime soon.  It was one of those days where the sky had gloomed terribly as if the sun had long exploded. However, after what felt like forever, Inigo flinched terribly to hear growls and snarls from afar. After stumbling poorly out of the shed, the child actually, finally broke out a choked scream to see Risen approaching him.  Or rather, they were approaching their graves.  Panic.  Panic boiled deep in the poor child. His legs and knees wobbled pitifully until he dropped and kneeled on the doorway. His arms and hands were too frail, too weak to even grasp at anything. Hazel eyes were full and his irises shrunk. The Risen were closing in and he needed to get rid of them – fast.  But he was too weak.  He hadn’t eaten anything in weeks and his flesh felt as if it had dried and stuck terribly to his bones. But he needed to move. He needed to protect his parents. Although their bodies had rotted, although their scattered bones and torn flesh were buried deep inside the earth’s soil, it nauseated Inigo that those Risen would even think of walking on top of their graves so blindly.  But he was too weak.  Tears filled the corners of his eyes. Yellow teeth chattered roughly inside a twisted scowl. G-G…o… Words that were neither his parents’ names for once echoed in his brain. G-G…M-o…ve… He tried to stand up. He tried to wobble to his feet and reach for anything to swat the Risen away.  But he couldn’t. He couldn’t.  Still kneeling in the doorway, Inigo gasped and choked as if something had clutched his throat. Sw…Sw-ord… He remembered his mother’s weapon; trembling eyes gazed to the side. The sword was still there, still gleaming beautifully as if it had been bathed by moonlight. Inigo only needed to reach it, to clutch it, to wield it so he could protect them from such eerie beasts.  But he couldn’t. He couldn’t even move his arms.  Anger fuelled his once dead heart. Even if he could hold the sword, he was just one child. Even if he did have enough strength in the word, what would he do? There were five Risen about to head his way and Inigo would soon be dead by the time one had clawed its way into his skull.  Ah, he suddenly stopped, isn’t that…w-what I…want…?  Finally, the Gods above were granting his wish. Finally, he would soon meet his parents. Was that not what he asked for every single day? He had suffered long enough. He had seen more nightmares than a child could bear. Maybe, just maybe, the Gods were finally pitying him and giving him the chance to escape this pitiful world.  Finally…  Inigo only stared emptily at the sword a few feet away from him.  Finally…  He then robotically turned his gaze to the Risen that were a few steps away from their graves.  F-Fi… A single tear trickled down his pale, hollow cheek. Unaware that he had slid a few steps backwards, Inigo leaned weakly to what he soon realized was a small table near the door. Fi…n-nal…l-l-ly—  Thud.  The small table was fragile than expected, for his weight tipped it down, causing a thick book to fall right in front of him.  Softening his fall with his left elbow, Inigo gaped dumbly at the book. Its cover was black, shiny, smooth to the touch as if it was made from the finest leather. Dust poofed from the book, making the poor boy cough and wheeze until he finally threw up bits of water and saliva.  Tears now flushed in his eyes, Inigo brought one hand up and madly rubbed his eyes.  When vision slowly returned back to normal, Inigo gaped at the mysterious book in front of him.  It took him a few seconds, but he soon realized that it wasn’t any ordinary book.  It was his father’s tome.  “It’s too dangerous for you, son.”  His father’s words echoed hollowly in his mind. “Dark magic can hurt you bad even if you use a bit of it.” His father’s concern smile etched deeply in his brain.  He remembered the thrill he felt when using normal magic. He remembered the harmless surge of power that slithered inside him every time he conjured up a simple spell.  If those powers alone could affect him then, imagine what could happen if he used the spells of forbidden now?  “Besides, I’m not hurt by it at all,” His father’s words sang in his brain like an eulogy, “because the power from your and your mother’s love,” His mother’s gleaming smile radiated brilliantly in his vision, “are enough to make me stronger to bear it!”  The Risen’s growls were getting louder.  Using every last ounce of his strength, Inigo threw his right hand to the tome and flipped open the cover.  And right after he did, nausea once again boiled in his throat.  And, at the same time, what was once a delicate shade of hazel eerily, furiously gleamed a nasty splash of red once he snapped his eyes open. ---  It started to rain again that day.  The silver sword sheathed deeply into the soft ground. What was once a Risen was now nothing but dark, smoky soot. The silent child stared blankly at the ground. Puffs of cold air wheezed out of his mouth. Puffs of purple smoke coughed right out of his throbbing throat.  The violent smoke around the sword slowly fluttered away, showing the glistening metal that was now tainted with black blood and brown earth.  Unable to hold his stance anymore, Inigo kneeled weakly to the ground. His head hung low, heavily, crimson eyes still throbbing and gawking at nothing in particular.  He felt his energy draining rapidly.  In a matter of seconds, just as his eyes turned hazel, Inigo dropped frailly to the ground. The sword tipped to the side as well, its sharp tip mere inches away from his panting, gaping mouth.  The rain was quite heavy today.  Head turned to face Olivia’s grave, Inigo feebly reached out for her. At the same time, his left hand stretched towards Henry’s, fingers digging deep into the soil drenched in blood.  I…I did it… He faintly cheered. I…I p-pro…t-ect...ed…t-the…m—  Vision blurred into two, into three, until his mind finally got captured by deep fatigue. ---  Inigo really wished that he could meet his parents again.  However, since that fateful day, he soon realized – as bitter as it was to be reminded – that his parents wouldn’t want to see him in this state before his last moments on Earth.  So he trained.  It was a gruelling attempt, but he forced himself, body and soul, to train so he could move on for his parents’ sake. It was a straining effort, but the child sucked it up and forced himself endlessly. Thankfully, the dark magic his father once forbade him gave Inigo the strength he needed to push himself. He didn’t go through the tome deeply, for just the slightest whiff of dark magic was enough to choke and gag him breathlessly. It felt like needles had pierced and punctured his skin. It felt like his heart was all too ready to burst right out of his chest.  Luckily, the excruciating pain didn’t last for so long. And next thing he knew, Inigo soon perceived that horrifying chill as nothing more but little pinches on his skin.  He did take his father’s advice though and kept the dark magic at a minimum so it wouldn’t overwhelm him.  “Besides, I’m not hurt by it at all because the power from your and your mother’s love are enough to make me stronger to bear it!”  The words were enough to actually make him giggle bitterly as Inigo splashed water onto his face. Kneeling by the small lake near their graves, the boy took a deep breath and exhaled shakily through a gaping mouth.  It turned out that his father was right all along. ---  After the perfect spin, he pressed one foot onto the ground and gave a gallant bow. Both arms spread before his big finale, Inigo then cocked his head and flashed a bright smile. “And that,” The boy straightened his back, “concludes my small little performance!”  There were no responses, of course, for all that he received was the chilling brush of the wind.  His smile never wavered, however.  Hazel eyes closed quietly. Pale pink lips twitched just the slightest. He could hear her voice, hear her praises, hear her comments as well about what and where he should improve in his steps. The mere thought of it all made his heart race, made his eyes burn, but Inigo then opened his eyes, huffing a calm chuckle at the sight of the buried.  “Ah, I’ll definitely improve, Mom.” His voice smooth as silk yet hinted with the slightest sorrow, Inigo took another deep breath before he looked at the grave next to hers. “Oh, but don’t think I’ve just been practicing my dancing!” Excitement fluttered in his beating heart, the boy clapped once before taking a deeper, longer breath.  As he exhaled through his mouth, he slowly parted his hands. And when he did, a small wave of wind spiralled between his palms.  “S-ee?” Voice cracked just the slightest in a mixture of woe and excitement, Inigo looked at Henry’s grave. “I managed to conjure up my own wind!” His eyes burn again, but he decided to ignore it. “N-ow…if I do this…” At the mental count of three, Inigo carefully spread his hands apart, then raised his right hand in the air.  As his mind chanted the spell, the small wind intensified from beneath his feet and whipped upwards to the gloomy sky. His white hair fluttered upwards, then puffed into a thick mess once the wind disappeared.  He knew he was being delusional, but Inigo didn’t care when he thought he could hear his father’s laughter and praises being sung in his ears.  His heartbeat still raced. His smile still shined.  A single tear finally trickled down his cheek. ---  Inigo knew he had to leave his parents someday.  He knew. He knew this but he didn’t wish to acknowledge it.  However, after bumping into Owain who was searching for survivors, after hearing the news that many others were alive, Inigo knew his second chance to live a life was given right before his very eyes.  From the moment they met, Owain insisted that Inigo should come along. He insisted that the place he stayed wouldn’t be safe for so long, and that the Fell Dragon would not be so merciful as to take their lives as simply and swiftly.  He insisted, and yet Inigo was stubbornly hesitant.  He didn’t wish to leave his parents’ graves. He didn’t wish to let those filthy, vile monsters to step on their bodies. Gods, just the mere thought of it burned fury in his heart.  Inigo would rather die protecting them.  Or at least, that’s what he first thought.  “Lucina and the others are collecting the gemstones!” Owain explained hastily. “She said that Lady Tiki has found a way for us to save this future and our parents!”  Save…the future.  Save…his parents…?  Inigo loved – used to love – jokes and jest, and he knew Owain was a rather flamboyant fellow. But now wasn’t the time for jokes, and Inigo actually snapped briefly at the Ylissean prince for spewing such tasteless nonsense.  However, just the single glance at Owain’s firm, tight frown was more than enough to tell Inigo otherwise.  Inigo couldn’t believe him. He actually wondered that this was just a dream and he would soon wake up in that cold, crooked shed.  Drip…  He didn’t realize that it started to rain that day.  And after feeling the first drop of rain brushing down his dry cheek, Inigo knew this was reality. ---  The flowers looked beautiful on their graves.  Hazel eyes still fixed on the two, Inigo slowly rose to his feet. The silver sword was sheathed neatly by his right hip. The thick tome was tucked carefully inside his satchel.  He wondered if this would be the last time he’d ever see them.  Ah, just the thought alone ripped his heart into two.  Quickly he shook his head. One hand firm on the hilt of the sword, Inigo let out a slow sigh. “Well, I’m off.” Carefully he whispered. “I…I’m going to go save the world, Mom, Dad.” His voice still wavered, yet Inigo did his best to keep his composure.  His smile was trembling, but he kept on smiling.  Teeth gently nipping the insides of his lower lip, Inigo spun his heel and walked away.  His smile actually stayed for a while when he swore he could hear his parents’ farewells. ---  Inigo was honestly surprised at the amount of survivors in this devastating apocalypse.  He was exceptionally surprised to see the young exalt whom he hadn’t seen in years.  “Inigo,” Lucina called out, “it’s been a while. I’m glad to see you’re unharmed.” Her smile was obviously weary, but just as sincere as she looked at him.  Inigo didn’t reply immediately. Hazel eyes just stared in bafflement, lips suddenly feeling dry at the presence of the princess.  His heart started racing. And for the first time in his life, it raced for a whole different reason. ---  To be awakened in a whole different place – in a whole different timeline – Inigo sometimes wondered if the Gods loved to test and play around with him just to see how long he could last.  Once again he was alone.  Once again he had lost sight of the friends and family he loved dearly.  Fear and panic bubbled from within, almost made him nauseous with worry. But Inigo gulped it down, then forced himself to his feet as he tried to make do of his surroundings. Hand rough and hard on the hilt of his sword, he looked left and right.  No one was in sight. Not his friends. Not a soul.  Panic still kept him alarmed, but awe and bafflement then softened his stance when Inigo realized something that he thought he could never see again.  The leaves were green.  The trees were brown.  Hell, one quick whiff from his nostrils felt like his lungs had been cleansed after years of inhaling poison.  Stupor now slowly swallowing that fear, Inigo blinked dumbly before cocking his head upwards.  The sky was a beautiful shade of blue. The clouds were puffy, thick, an elegant tuff of pure white.  Again he took a deep breath. This time, he gasped loudly and shortly.  They did it.  They had travelled back in time.  His legs wobbled. His arms felt like jelly. Body stiffened immediately, Inigo slapped one hand to his gaping mouth and gawked at the grass below.  He was in a world where beauty and peace used to cleanse the land.  He was in a world where hope and dreams could be obtained.  He was…H-He was…  Drip… Drip…  He was in a world where his parents were alive. ---  A few months passed by quickly since their little time-travel.  Inigo still couldn’t find the rest. He still couldn’t find his parents. He was anxious. He was excited. He was nervous. Sometimes everything was felt all at once until all Inigo could feel was pure nausea.  He was here.  He was here.  In that short amount of time, he kept on travelling. He pursed bandits and killed them off from villagers. He pursued ladies and wooed them as best as he could just to make them smile. Sometime he succeeded. Sometimes he failed – miserably. But all that were more than enough to distract his worried mind. He would much rather make a person smile than to make them scream by his blade.  But alas, Inigo knew, if he didn’t take their lives, they would be more than happy to take his.  He sometimes apologized to his mother for having her sword so soaked with blood from the living.  He sometimes apologized to his father for using his tome so often against the once beating hearts.  Guilt sometimes twisted his heart. Reminiscence often choked his throat.  But Inigo knew there was no time to dillydally. One could only mourn for so long, after all.  So, with a wide, white smile curling the corners of his lips, Inigo moved on, swaying his sword and piercing them madly like a cheerful maniac. ---  He couldn’t believe it.  No matter how many times he rubbed his eyes. No matter how many times he shook his head. Hell, even if he thought of poking his eyes out and shining them clean before putting them back in each socket, Inigo just couldn’t believe it.  “E-Er…” She’s here. “I—please don’t look at me s-so…intently…” She was really here. “It ah… It makes me t-terribly bashful…” He looked left. He looked right. And once he dropped his gaze at the petite dancer, he actually choked back a sob.  She didn’t respond immediately, though bafflement flashed perfectly upon her beautiful face.  Unable to take the pressure any longer, Inigo squeezed his eyes shut and made a mad dash for it.  She’s here.  “What?! W-wait! Don't go!”  By Gods, just when Inigo thought he couldn’t hold on by the sound of her voice.  “There you are my pretty, pretty flower!  With tears trickling down his flushed face, a short gasp loudly escaped from his wide, trembling smile at the sound of his voice. ---  They’re alive.  “I’m shyer than you are, Mom!” Like a child, he argued with her. A tiny pout tugged by his lower lip, only the Gods knew just how wild his heart was shaking inside his chest.  They’re alive.  “No you’re not!” Unaware of the whirlwind of emotions in him, Olivia retorted. Hands close to her howling heart, the dancer then pulled a similar pout to the tall mercenary. In the end, the two stayed in silence, their faces a bright shade of red and timid squeaks stifled behind pursed lips.  They’re alive.  As silence became their form of communication, Henry then quickly shattered it with roaring laughter.  “Aw, look at you two!” His smile was bright as the sun above, Henry clapped once before bouncing in one place beside Olivia. “Your faces are so red your heads might just explode into flames!” Despite his tasteless joke that would sure twist scowls on the other Shepherd’s mouths, Henry only laughed louder for his joy overwhelmed his emotions once the news of Inigo’s identity was brought into light.  They’re…a-alive…  Inigo watched as Olivia pouted at Henry who then flashed a cheeky grin. He watched as Henry playfully pinched her cheek which only made the dancer squeal even louder.  The longer he looked, the more he couldn’t believe it.  Mom…Dad…  “I-Inigo?!” In a matter of seconds, her voice echoed beautifully once she felt her body being pulled to a hug. Left cheek nuzzling on what she quickly assumed was someone’s shoulder, Olivia gaped forward, only to realize Henry was in the same situation she was in too, though his left cheek rested against the side of Inigo’s head.  Laughter then filled the bright sky.  It wasn’t Henry’s. And it sure as hell wasn’t Olivia’s.  It took them a second, but both dancer and sorcerer soon realized that the delightful burst came from none other than their darling future son.  “Mom! Dad!” Body swaying left and right, Inigo couldn’t contain his thrill for so long and laughed even louder. “Gods, I missed you!” His eyes felt wet, yet the mercenary could no longer give a damn about appearances. “I missed you so, so, so much!!”  His laughter was then mixed with cracked sobs. And although the young parents didn’t respond verbally, they only glanced at each other before wrapping each arm on the young man’s body.  To feel their warmth, to hear their breathing, to know that they’re safe and alive.  Gods…! Inigo only bit back his trembling smile and squeezed his eyes shut.  Once upon a time, there was boy who missed his happy family so much. END

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100 KPOP asks

because @mystifiedxmuses decided to torture me LOL

When did you first get into kpop?

It was a fine summer day in 2009

Who was your first ultimate bias?

Well, Sandara Park

Who is your current ultimate bias?

Hahaha! Park Sanghyun, her brother

Any now disbanded groups you’d bring back?

BRUH MBLAQ 2NE1 SISTAR

What was the first artist/group you liked?

2ne1

How did you get into kpop?

been always a fan of Dara since her PH days. Then one day my sister sent me a youtube link to 2ne1′s MV she was like, “Look it’s Sandy!”

Thoughts on BTS?

they are dope but i don’t follow or stan them. Their reputation sure precedes them but i’m not really interested. I really like V’s voice tho It’s literally sex.

Favourite girl group?

duhhhhh 2ne1! well recently i’ve been stanning MAMAMOO bewm

Favourite boy group?

DUUUUHHHH Hahaha! hmm idk. i’m still crying over MBLAQ. But Day6 and HyukOh songs are always on repeat in my playlist

Thoughts on EXO?

Why yes They’re the father of 3rd Generation KPOP. aka KINGS

Who do you stan right now?

MAMAMOO and IU and WINNER and DARA

What’s your favourite kpop ship?

total trash for NyongDal

Thoughts on Twice?

I loved their debut song and i hated Cheer Up LOL and TT. They’re too cute and cheesy for my taste but they’re okay I don’t hate them.

If you could join any k-pop group, which and why?

Blackpink (?) I actually had a dream i was signing a contract for YG and I am literally sure I was sitting next to Jennie while signing LMAO

Give an unpopular opinion about something kpop related?

KPOP is actually about the music

Thoughts on red-velvet?

HAHAHAHA! I’m sorry I cringe every  time i hear Happiness

Favourite solo artist?

IU! IU IU IU IU and Ailee Ailee Ailee Aileeee

Favourite female idol?

hmm I feel like my answer here shouldn’t be IU.

Favourite male idol?

Why my main muse himself yes! 

Most underrated idol in your opinion?

in all the groups i follow i don’t think there’s any one more underrated than MBLAQ. Their agency just literally disappeared that’s why they disbanded and nobody’s talking about it.

Which groups do you find are overrated?

I do sometimes find 2ne1 overrated

Any groups you dislike?

Red Velvet. HAHA but i’m more open minded towards them now. They have better songs nowadays

Own any merch? if so, what?

I got a daisy keychain from Taeyang’s White Night concert! -w-

Thoughts on Seventeen?

I love Woozi idk why. I don’t even follow seventeen! Maybe because he ish shmol

If you could date one idol, who would it be and why?

LMAO definitely Woozi. Or AKMU’s Chanhyuk. BUT BRUH PARK SANGHYUN BECAUSE LOOK AT HIM

Can you speak korean?

hmmm can’t really say I can... but I do.. does that make sense?

Last k-pop MV you watched?

what was it... EXID’s Lady?

Who’s your bias in [Enter group name here]?

(you’re gonna have to help me with this one missy lol; specify)

Any groups you think shouldn’t have debuted at all?

Remember that girl group by J.Tune Camp, TWO X? Yep.

Favourite kpop songs?

bruh please don’t ask me this question. Well... i’ll say what’s no. 1 on my playlist at least. Jonghyun’s Take The Dive

Do you prefer the old generation of kpop, or the new?

definitely the old.

What song do you find the most annoying?

Happiness by Red Velvet HAHAHAHA also... Twice’s TT

What is your most favourite kpop song?

UGH! There’s a lot okay. B( Okay i’ll say, IU’s Dear Name for now

Thoughts on Monsta X?

I did not know they make awesome music. Which is cool

Favourite school themed MV?

uhhh... I can’t remember much. I only remember GFriend’s... i don’t even remember the name of the song anymore LOL

Thoughts on Blackpink?

WHEN WILL THEY COME BACK?

What fandom do you dislike the most and why?

ARMY. Unfortunately most of the immature and ignorant fans KPOP could ever have, became ARMYs and I feel bad to the good ones because they are inevitably affiliated to those kind of fans. Even I myself hates that as a kpop fan.

Would you ever debut in a group if you had the chance?

WHY THE HELL NOT??

Who’s your bias wrecker in [Enter group name here]

again, help me with this one.

Top 10 k-pop songs?

I can’t really decide but I assure you there will be MBLAQ, IU, HyukOh, and Day6

Which MALE group do you think has the best vocal line?

EXO. They have BaekDOChen bruh

Which MALE group do you think has the best rap line?

probably BTS. I’d say EPIK HIGH but then they only got two rappers and one DJ. But STILL. And BIGBANG dude

Are visuals important to you when discovering a new group?

TOTALLY NOT. I need to be lured in with their music

What’s your favourite photo of your ultimate bias?

^ this is currently my DP on my facebook LOL

Your favourite group leader?

Honestly? B.I is the greatest leader I’ve ever seen. I think He singlehandedly created iKon. Yes I think he made iKon. But of course Baby Chae has always been a great momma to 2ne1. Dara relies on her so much although she’s younger.

What song is your guilty pleasure?

I don’t have one?

If you could meet one idol and one idol only, who would it be and why?

Dara. She been my role model since day 1

Would you date you ultimate bias?

heck yes

If you could see one group live who would it be?

I wish it would be 2ne1 but that’s out of the picture now. I feel like if ever IU’s gonna come to my country tho I will freaking cry if I won’t be able to go. I am already pretty much sure she will be my first concert. I’m already shaking

Can you do any k-pop dances?

I.... did. But kpop dance has become too difficult now and I’ve become too lazy to learn any of them anymore TT

Which idol would you love to go on a date with?

Woozi. LOL 

What are your thoughts on idolxidol ships?

Please happen

Do you think looks are important in k-pop?

Unfortunately, yes.

What’d your opinion on non-korean idols?

Can I be next? lol jk

Favourite non korean idol?

GOT7′s Jackson

What idol would you like to be bestfriends with?

MBLAQ’s Mireuuuuu

Name 3 of your most disliked groups?

why tho?

which groups do you think deserved better?

wow... MBLAQ and 2ne1 and Blackpink. srsly I think YG is a bad place for Girl Groups. He shouldn’t be debuting girl groups in the first place.

Which concept do you like the most?

Shinee ALWAYS has the best concepts. So did Orange Caramel too. BUt the most recent favorite concept i have was WInner’s Really Really promotion.

Name an underrated solo artist?

Juniel was making a name I wonder where she is now why don’t I hear anything from her anymore? Also, G.Na. 

Who is the biggest ____ stan you know?

help?

What was the first kpop MV you watched?

I’m not sure... Wonder Girls’ Nobody or 2ne1′s Fire?

Fuck marry kill, ____, ____ or ____?

yes

Favourite [groupname] MV?

again, yes

Which FEMALE group do you think has the best vocal line?

no doubt, MAMAMOO

Which FEMALE group do you think had the best rap line?

dang... MAMAMOO again

Who is the prettiest female idol in your opinion?

hmmm..... Dara’s beauty has always been timeless. Tho my brother who isn’t a kpop fan going cray over MOMOLAND’s Nancy so I’ll say her. And this isn’t a joke i will totally go gay for CL, Dara, IU, TIffany, Taeyeon, Moonbyul (GAYSHIT BYUL) and Blackpink’s Chaeyoung

Ever written a fanfiction about your favourite idol? if so, what was it about?

HAHAHAHAHAHA YES. I wrote a few fics that I NEVER got to finish. All of them are DARAGON fics except for one which was a THUNDER x IU fic.

Thoughts on mamamoo?

BRUH THEY ARE MAH HEART MAH SOLE MAH BADI

Do you prefer cute or sexy concepts?

I usually don’t like cute concepts. Me liking cute concepts is VERY RARE

If you could say one sentence to your ultimate bias, what would it be?

Dear Dara eonni, PLEASE GET MARRIED

Are you actively trying to learn korean?

Yes...? I can’t say actively tho

Thoughts on Superjunior?

Because I NAUGHTY NAUGHTY on DONGHAE

Which MALE group do you think has the strongest visuals?

pffft easily EXO

Which FEMALE group do you think has the strongest visuals?

TWICE

Which MALE group do you think has the weakest vocal line?

idk because the groups i listen to has strong vocal lines

Which FEMALE group do you think has the weakest vocal line?

idk because the groups i listen to has strong vocal lines

How old were you when you got into kpop?

I was barely thirteen

Do you have any friend at your school/work who are also into kpop?

Yes but no one else is a fan as much as me. ANd you know what? My friends in high school who used to tease me about my kpop are now kpop fans and i’m like, WHY YOU GOTTA BE SO RUDE LETTING ME GO ALONE THRU HIGH SCHOOL. They’re 3rd generation kpop fans now

Do you consider yourself a kpop fan or a kpop STAN?

Is there actually a difference? When and where did the term stan even started?

Do you prefer english songs or kpop songs?

LOL i’ve been listening to so much kpop i’ve come to a point where i literally had no idea what’s going on with the western music

Who is the most handsome male idol in your opinion?

how?

Who is the most overrated idol in your opinion?

Can I say BTS’ Jungkook? idk. LOL because I like V better? LOL

Any groups you think deserved a certain award they didn’t get?

EXO or BAP; Best Rookie award of the year in MAMA 2012 (?) fan wars were happening but the trophy ended up to Busker Busker LOL

Thoughts on fanwars? have you ever contributed in one?

STUPID SHIT EVERYONE IN KPOP DESERVES LOVE AND NOT HATE

Do you agree with saesangs, do you think you’re one yourself?

I can maybe relate to a limited portion of their dedication but really i don’t understand how they can go through all those troubles just to follow their idols everyday. it’s creepy.

Thoughts on koreaboos?

why do they even--

Any kpop songs/groups you cant stand?

yes you guessed right. Happiness and TT. And Cheer Up. A group i can’t stand tho... there’s none.

Favourite maknae?

Hwasa and Seungri

Thoughts on the maknae of [groupname]?

yes

Thoughts on the leader of [groupname]?

yes

Kpop song that’ll never get old?

who will disagree with me on Fantastic Baby?

Ever met a kpop idol/group? if so, who and where?

Noooo i am too underprivileged LOL

Are you planning on seeing a group in concert soon?

unless there’s any news of a world tour from IU

Any groups that haven’t been to your country/state that you’d wish would come?

The whole world is wishing for IU’s World Tour

Most disliked group concept?

can’t really think of one

Thoughts on SNSD?

I don’t dislike them but i can only say i’m a fan of TTS

Favourite 2009 song?

The Leaders from GD album was my anthem those years haha

Any idols that have retired from kpop you wished would come back?

well... Park Bom she hasn’t retired tho has she? it’s vague. she’s not signed into any contracts so i have no idea when will my bomtaro come back

Favourite song by your favourite solo artists?

I already mentioned IU’s so this time i’ll say Ailee’s Symphony (featuring, Chancellor)