#i love burying myself in snow and eating snow and playing in snow and acting like a joyful fox of some kind strange noises included

[organised-disaster]

yummi

Snow acts so bountiful and fluffy but when you grab it it's all wet and cold this is unacceptable

[rushipedia]

Hello!! (Spoilers for the event rn with albedo) b but can I rq traveler!reader meeting imposter albedo for the first time and immediately knowing it's not him and acting like they think it's the real albedo and they get close to him and act all flirty and touch his neck where his diamond mark is dipposed to before quielty asking him who he is while pinning him down— (real albedo hiding like damn that's hot)

OK THAT WAS LONG AND IM SORRY BUT THIS EVENT GIVES ME SO MANY THOUGHTS AND IM SO

Dinner With a Test Subject

A/N: THIS IS SO GOOD OH MY GOODD THANK U FOR THE ASKANON guys i will do any and all imposter albedo asks i am very in love with him idk why (i'm literally planning out the series rn...and part two of A Lonely Encounter...) also i am not...that good at titles

edit: currently writing and i just realized idk whats going on in my fanfics. idk what genre they are or what pairing they are half the time.

Gender neutral reader as always!! REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!

Word Count: 1303

Pairing: Imposter Albedo x Reader??? KIND OF??Albedo x Reader???

Flavor: ???????????IMPOSTER ALBEDO COME TO PLAY

Warnings: One singular curse word, Impstalbedo gets choked i guess, yeah....

"I wonder if genetic modification is on the table.." You mumbled to yourself. Albedo had tasked you with dealing with Paimon's antics. You'd told her you'd find some way to preserve the fruit, but in the end, the best you could think of doing was making more of them.

You were alone today at Albedo's camp. He'd had some things to take care of at the Knights of Fevonious headquarters, and wouldn't be back until well into the night.

You always wonder how he's not tired of traveling up and down the mountain all the time. Sometimes making the trip multiple times in one day. You know he's synthetic, but even robots wear down and need new batteries eventually.

You hummed to yourself as you began to extract DNA from one of the Sunsiettas. You're sure Paimon could donate one to the cause. After all, she'll have more than she can eat if you succeed in your plan.

"The cloning of a fruit surely would be easier than something with a beating heart." A voice came from behind you. You were hardly startled, however. It was Albedo's.

"Welcome back, Chief Alchemist." You hummed. As straight-laced as he was, he was rather impromptu with his schedule, so it didn't come off as strange that he was back nearly half a day earlier than he'd said he'd be. He didn't respond.

What set off your alarms is that you often called him the chief as a joke, and he told you to just call him by his name. You straightened up and set your things down, turning to look at him. He was looking through some papers by his alchemy table.

"How was your trip to Monstadt...?" You asked slowly, approaching him slowly. You placed a hand on his shoulder and he flinched before turning toward you, pretending like nothing happened. You glanced down to his neck quickly, before smiling. No diamond.

"It was..." He began, pausing when your hand slid slowly down to his neck. "Peaceful."

"I'm glad you didn't get into any trouble. I missed you." You hummed, your hand slipping further down to his collar bone before you turned away. He stood there staring at you blankly as you went back to what you were doing.

"You look pretty tired, I think I'll cook tonight," You say, putting away your tools for now. "Could you bury this for me? I would like to see if the snow would preserve it or freeze it." You say, picking up your bag. "I was given a recipe as a thank you by a lost traveler today after I'd given them directions back down the mountain... I think you'll like it."

"Oh?" He said, giving a slight smile as you pulled out the recipe.

"Pork hotpot!" You announced, looking to see his reaction. "It's full of meat- I know you love meat- and it'll keep us warm."

He furrows his brows and gives you another smile.

"I believe you mean it will keep you warm. I don't often find myself in a state of discomfort caused from the temperature." He said, crossing his arms with a smug look on his face.

"Whatever, It'll still be good." You huffed. "Where did you put the chilled meat?"

"I'm sure its with the rest of the, ah... ingredients." He said, dismissively as he went back to looking through papers. You looked over your shoulder as your searched for some.

"...Okay..."

You want to be cautious, but doing so could key him into the fact that you know he's not the real Albedo.

You got to cooking while he did some little things. Looking through papers, searching the desk, staring into the vials of your experimental DNA. It was quite endearing, but you had to remind yourself that he is not innocent.

Eventually, he stopped looking around and sat down across the fire from you. But he just stared at you. Hunched forward, elbows on his knees, staring.

You're rather uncomfortable, so you try not to meet his eyes that often.

"What?" You ask after a while.

"The face you make while working is not an estaranged one. It's unusual. You seem like you're somewhere else." He said, quietly.

"Hm. I can't help but daydream, I suppose. It's rather quiet when I'm with you, you know." You said, taking the ingrediets you'd picked out for the hot pot and putting it into the pot long enough for it to cook.

"Your turn," You hummed as you scooped what you wanted out of the boiling liquid and beginning to eat. He mimicked your actions, pulling out of the pot what looked interesting and piling it onto his plate.

He then began to eat like he was a starving man. Basically inhaling the food. He didn't choke, however. Lucky him. Not that you would do anything if he were to start choking.

You set your things down, that gave you an idea. You stood up, and he followed you with his eyes as you went to sit down next to him.

"Albedo" You said, quietly. He set his plate down and placed his hands into his lap to give you his full attention.

"Yes, Y/N?" He asked, furrowing his brows as he tried to decipher your expression. You were sure of it at this point, he was far too expressive to be the Albedo you know.

"I was just wondering..." You took on a rather sheepish tone. It was fake, but you figured he wouldn't know any better.

You lifted your hand and he followed as you brought it up to rest on his cheek, before it slid down to his neck. He grew slightly rigid.

"Yes...?" He asked, matching your quiet tone.

You pressed your thumb to the spot on his neck where the diamond should be, leaning your face closer to his.

"Who the fuck are you?" You whispered, pushing him off of his seat and into the snow behind. You stayed above him, holding him down, hand around his neck. "Hm?"

You were pushed off quickly and snow was thrown into your face, blinding you just long enough for him to slip out of your sight. You heard footsteps retreating quickly away.

You sat there in the snow, silently, listening for any noise.

"Well, thata was quite a show," A voice said. You snapped your head to look in the direction of it. A hooded figure emerged from the bushes. They came into the firelight and took off their hood, revealing their identity.

It was Albedo. Or so you thought. You looked at his neck and sighed in relief.

"Jeez, you scared me." You muttered, laying flat on your back in the snow.

"I made hotpot." You mumbled.

"I know," He said, walking over to the fire and glancing into the pot.

"Even if you were using it to further strengthen your hypothesis that it wasn't really me, you didn't have to put so much meat in it." He mumbled, putting some of the food on his plate.

"Sorry," You said as he sat next to you on the snow. "Stella Polaris is above us tonight- Ursa Minor."

You fixed yourself into a relaxed position as he looked up at the sky with you.

"I believe its above us every night, Y/N." He said, before beginning to eat his food.

You grumbled something about him ruining your fun.

"I believe you should take a more direct approach next time you suspect that I am not who I appear to be. Don't wait to assault a possible threat." He said after a few minutes of silence.

"What if it turns out to be you?" You ask, turning your eyes away from the stars to look at him.

He turns his head away,

"I don't think I would mind too much."

Rushipedia ☆ 2021

[bugsy-maria]

Draco x Reader

I sat by Draco in the dining hall, he was talking to a bunch of swooning girls who were helplessly in love with him. with jealousy pumping through my veins, I wrap my arm around him and peck his cheek. I knew that Draco took notice of my jealousy because a flash of mischievous ideas glazed his eyes for a second.it wouldn't be long before he acted on those ideas though because the next second he started to flirt back with those girls.

there was a pang where my heart used to be. soon jealousy turned into anger, not toward Draco but the girls. but that anger that was held for the girls turned into anger toward me.  thoughts of how I'm not good enough, how Draco deserves much more than a stupid and ugly mudblood Hufflepuff.

I sit there and watch him pay attention to any other girl than me. I poke at the toast on my plate, thoughts swarming my head. like bees in a beehive.

"Come on, friend." he smiled at me, his hand clasped on my shoulder. I felt my heart clench, it was insanely painful. I got up and had my head down. I picked my head up a bit to see that Draco wasn't walking next to me like he usually does, but instead, he was ahead of me with a group of girls surrounding him. he knows that I'm scared he's going to find someone else better and leave me for them, so why is he flirting in front of me. maybe he is growing tired of me. maybe I did something wrong, but if he's not happy with me anymore then I won't stop him from leaving. that would be selfish of me. besides, if he's happy I'm happy, right?

the day stretched out and seemed as long as a dream. except it wasn't a dream but instead my worst nightmare, complete with Draco ignoring me and resting his hand on another girl's shoulders. but see this nightmare is all tied up in a horrible bow called life and there's no waking up from that.

I sit on my book nook because I couldn't stand to watch Draco be surrounded by all those girls. all-day I wanted to do nothing else besides curl up in a soft blanket with a book I brought from home right next to the fireplace. but Draco just had to come into the common room, and all the girls had to surround him. now don't get me wrong they weren't flirting with him, Hufflepuffs don't do that, they were just being nice and talking to him because it's not every day that they get to see the pureblood nice be nice. if it was just that then I wouldn't have had a hard time staying down there, hell maybe Draco could have cuddled me and we could have forgotten about this day, but he was Draco was flirting with them.

so that's why I'm not in my room, sitting on the book nook with snow falling gently out the window. the sun bouncing off the white cloth over the ground just ready to blind anyone who dared to look outside. the events played in my head like a movie, each memory projecting on the back of my eyelids every time I blinked. and every time I saw him gently touch another girl's arm I felt my heart break off pieces of itself. I blinked back tears but only more came upon seeing more scenes. I marked my page and set the book down before pulling my legs to my chest and burying my head and crying out all of my emotions while I hugged myself.

in my moment of despair though I was unable to hear the creak of the door or the click of it closing. but I did notice when I felt arms wrap around me, but they weren't mine. these were warm and a bit more muscular than my own.

"I'm sorry, baby." I hear them mumble in my ear. it's the voice that I had longed to hear all of today. I felt thicker tears leak down my face like a faucet. his hand stroked my hair as he periodically kissed the top of my head.

"Am I not good enough anymore?" a choked sob came out.

"What?!" his movements stopped, "Of course you are," he tilted my face up with his finger, my (E/C) orbs looking into his blueish gray ones. "I just think you look cute when you're jealous is all," he said with a shit-eating grin that just makes me want to sock him in the jaw. "Though I may have taken it too far." he laughed his laugh that never fails to make my heart flutter a little.

"I hate you." I tried to keep my voice low, trying to make it seem like I was mad at him, even though I could never be mad at him.

"Sure you do." he wrapped his arm around my neck and ruffled up my hair causing me to laugh. I know that I should be mad at him that I had every right to be beyond pissed but I just can't bring myself to be. I love him all too much.

[skiyoosmi]

if fate permits

chapter twenty-one

i'm casting a spell on you

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The winds have begun to get colder and today, people who were planning to go outside were advised to put at least an extra layer of clothing or two. Apparently, the snow will begin to lightly fall anytime this month; however, Atsumu felt the exact opposite– he was boiling in the searing anger jealousy he was feeling as he watched you and that spiky-haired boy get cozier with each other from across the room, giggling together like teenagers while you added some finishing touches on the props you were both so “focused” on. He never took notice of it before, but for some reason, Iwaizumi Hajime really gets on his nerves every time he sees him, especially when with you; but he’ll never admit that to anyone, of course, not to a single soul, not even to Osamu (he can already picture the smug face of his twin brother, all while saying: “Serves you right, you egoistic little shit!”)

He thought of stomping his way towards you, but all his plans remain in vain because once again, the director of the play is calling them for yet another round of rehearsals. The play will commence the day after tomorrow and they really couldn’t afford to waste time. “As much as possible, let us fix what has to be fixed, improve what has to be improved; because in less than two days, there will be no room for those things,” said Miyu, the head as she pushed them towards the stage, where some of the backdrop had already been set up. He grimly follows the other actors, unaware of Yui’s presence as she followed each and every bit of his movement (and trail of vision) before rolling her eyes, “So, it’s you, huh, YN?”

On the other side of the room, Hajime stared at you and listened as you asked – more like rambled to – him for what felt like the hundredth time today, “So basically, you remember every single thing that happen in your life except those that are connected to your ex-soulmate… ex-soulmate sounds so weird, gosh…” Unlike with Tooru though, he can’t bring himself to snap at you no matter how repetitive you get. If he were being honest, he finds you a bit too adorable for your own good (not that he’ll tell you that because he’d rather die than be seen as creepy by you). So, he opts to simply watching you babble like a child; it’s more bearable than having to see you cry over that pissed-haired lad who can’t lower his pride for you (personally, he feels a little odd that he remembers who’s your soulmate instead of his). Silence engulfed you two as the actors and actresses began their rehearsals, letting the emotions flow out of them as they spoke their lines.

Miya Atsumu was a wonder to your eyes, enchanting you with magic you would’ve never imagined to feel as he caught your eyes, holding his stare as if to say: “I’m casting a spell on you, you won’t be able to get rid of me now.” It was as if acting was second nature to him and for the umpteenth time in your life, you found yourself going down a rabbit hole deeper than what Alice in Wonderland went to as your heart throbbed, feelings all over the place; pain, anxiety, love and all other things you can think of, it’s all for him– always for him.

“How pathetic,” you whisper to yourself, wiping the tears that persistently flowed down your cheeks. Why, why, why… why can’t I just unlove you? Your mind screamed as all the other crew members gave their applause, signifying that they have finished their practice and soon, you can see him making his way towards your direction, gaze fixated right where you and Hajime were standing, confusion and worry swimming in the pool of his eyes as he watched you cry for a reason he has no idea of.

He was almost there, less than one feet from you but fate decided to play with your heart once more as Yui appeared out of nowhere, linking her arms with Atsumu’s, who in turn looked at her in surprise, obviously not expecting a sudden display of affection from the girl, “Atsumu-kun, let’s eat lunch together!” She exclaims, barely giving you and your companion a glance (although Hajime could’ve sworn, he saw her give you a very deathly glare. What a strange woman, he thinks).

“W-wait… I need to talk to YN…” the blonde tries to reason but like persistent person she was, pulled him to the opposite direction, whining about how she was “so hungry” all of a sudden. Why, why, why… why can’t you just choose me?  And as fast as they came, they went away. How is it that every single time Atsumu walks away from you, it feels like your heart is being ripped out of your chest too? Like he’s just taking it and leaving you with nothing?

“Well, that was interesting,” Hajime comments before turning to you, gasping when he saw your form; trembling and clutching a piece of the skirt you chose to wear in hopes of getting noticed by Atsumu, the waterworks flowing from your eyes once again. Aahh, it’s just hurts so damn much I feel like dying, you thought, just when will this sto–

A sudden warmth engulfed your whole body as Hajime hugged you, “You wouldn’t want anyone to see you cry, would you?” You nodded, burying yourself deeper in his arms, hoping that the pain goes away… But it never does, not before, not today, not ever; and just like that, you hate yourself for never telling Atsumu the truth because it seems like you were a bit too late now.

In the middle of the cafeteria sat Atsumu and Yui, who merely poked her food with the spoon she was holding, eyes looking up at her companion (even accompanied with the bat of her obviously fake eyelashes) who seems to be too preoccupied of waiting for you to appear in the area. She clicked her tongue in annoyance at his indifference towards her, before calling the blonde with that sickening sweet voice everybody just seemed to fall for.

“Atsumu-kun~” She calls out, even having the audacity to prolong the last syllables. She remains unheard though, much to her dismay; she rolls her eyes and tries for a few more times but all were in vain.

She clenches her fist that was beneath the table, “Atsumu! Are you freaking listening to me?”

Alas! The boy finally looks at her with uninterested eyes, mind obviously still flying in the air, “W-what?” he replies absentmindedly. She scoffs at his pathetic state; if anyone were to look at their way right now, it would look as if she was forcing Atsumu to sit with her – like it was torture to be with her right now.

“You’re making me feel really bad about myself right now, Atsumu-kun,” she whined and pouted, smirking mentally when Atsumu seemed to finally wake up to his senses and give her an apology, “are you sure you don’t like YN more than me? Cause I feel like you’d rather be with her right now.”

“No! Uhm… it’s just that we’re not in good terms right now and she’s my best friend; but I like you Yui… I really, really do,” he claims while staring straight into her eyes, ignorant of the evil that was behind them.

“Then prove it, Atsumu…” I don’t care about your attachment with that silly girl, “show me that you really like me.”

“What? How?” The boy furrowed his eyebrows, unable to think of ways to confirm to Yui that he, indeed, is interested in her. Hasn’t he been showing it with his words and sweetness since the day they met? How could she still doubt him? The said girl only smiled, eyes glinting with nothing but malice and wickedness: Miya Atsumu. I’m casting a spell on you; you can’t get rid of me now.

“Your best friend is a Moíra, isn’t she? Ask her to cut your thread so we can become soulmates.”

marga's notes. istG i tried to make yui a good girl but the plot line said no sksks so here's me trying to make you hate her instead >:)

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[fuckyouquiznak]

Dream's past

(pretty long but this is Tumblr, am I right?)

Puffy is the captain of a pirate ship and has two children, Cornelius and Tobias (yes Dream with horns is my kink + I am not over the name Cornelius Dream used during one of Karl’s tale).

Cornelius is the elder one, around six years older than Toby, and he loves the sea and the pirate life. He is a sunny kid, always smiling and telling jokes. Everybody in the crew loves him.

He and his mother are really close. They share the same kindness and curiosity, which makes them always ready go on adventures. Cornelius also loves his little brother, Toby. They haven't a dad, so he acts very protective and defensive around him. They are an happy family.

Until one day everything changes.

***

The ship docks at a strange place. A creepy island maybe, dark and mysterious.

Cornelius is told to stay on the ship because it might be dangerous, but he is too curious to stay still. He is grown up after all, he can handle an adventure. Moreover he is sure the island is hiding a secret. A treasure? A temple? He needs to know.

When nobody is watching he sneaks out of the ship and goes exploring on his own. But then he'll eventually find something there, something wicked and scary. Maybe it is just a cage... something Cornelius is not supposed to open. But again how could he know? And there are voices... they tell him to free them... (dreamons or maybe even DreamXD?)

And you know what they say... "curiosity killed the cat". Excepts Cornelius doesn't die. As soon as he opens the cage he hears a loud and shrill scream and then everything goes black. He wakes up a little after, but nothing has changed. Or at least it seems so.

He grabs his things and quickly comes back to the ship, pretending nothing happened.

***

However after a couple of days things get worse. Now the voices keep visiting him, especially during night. And he doesn't feel alright.

His mother thinks it might be just fatigue or scurvy. But Cornelius doesn't tell her about the voices and the cage. He stays silent even when he sees a white stain growing on his hand.

It can't be that bad, can it?

***

After a week or two Cornelius is not getting better: his head spins, his heart hurts and the voices keep being louder and louder in his mind, till he passes out.

When he wakes up the ship is burning. He has a lighter in his right hand. Fire starts spreading everywhere and the crew panic, trying to stop it with water. But it doesn't work. It's too late.

Cornelius stares at this hands horrified. He doesn't remember anything. Why is he in the middle of the fire? What happened? He cannot breath and closes his eyes. "Let it be just a dream" he prays "He can't be me". His voice cracks, noticing the white stain has grown all over his arm. (imagine it like Ranboo’s left side... these two are connected)

Puffy quickly reaches him and helps him get out of the cabin. They are both burned and covered in ash. Toby cries and squirms in his mother's hands. "It'll be ok" she says culling the baby too calmly to be in a middle of a fire. "Cornelius, you two will take the lifeboat". Cornelius hesitates. "What about you?" Puffy smiles back at him, her cheeks buried in tears: "A captain never leaves her own ship, duckling.. I've got responsibilities here".

"What about us? Mom you don't have to this" he prays, his voice broken. He doesn't want to leave his mother...

But she doesn't listen.

"Take your brother away from here. Row till you find a coast, then ask for help, ok? I'll find you both eventually. I swear" Her smile is weak and tired. They both know it's a lie. They will never meet again.

Puffy gives Cornelius a compass. "Will be together again" she promises. "Do it for Toby".

Cornelius grabs his little brother and finally leaves. He doesn't have the bravery to hold his mother one last time.

(Puffy will actually survive, but she'll forget everything)

The rest is like a memory.

He manages to reach a little beach a couple of days after the accident. When they touch the ground Cornelius collapses. (Tubbo, Puffy and Dream would have scars and marks after the ship break)

***

The following months are horrifying.

It's cold and desolate where they landed. Nobody is willing to help, mainly because they're scared of Cornelius' white mark.

He can't blame them anyway. There's something wrong and scary inside him. They had found a village at some point, but Cornelius had one of his episode and burned down the place.

Toby cries all the time. He is hungry and, most of all, he misses mom.

The voices are not helping.

Cornelius can't keep him anymore. It's already difficult being alone out there. He can't... he can't let his brother live in misery like this. And what if has an episode close to him?

When they reach a wooden house in the middle of the snow (SBI house of course), Cornelius is sure it's time.

He leaves Toby out of the house, with a letter that says: "Save Toby". He has seen a woman doing that with a blonde hair baby a couple of months before (Tommy’s mother y’all).

The owners seem fine. Cornelius had watched them laughing and eating all together next to the fireplace a couple of times. He is sure they could give Toby the love and the warmth he can't provide him. He'll be safe there.

He gives the compass to Toby, just in case he'll need it one day to find him. It's hard, but it's the only choice. They can't be together.

As soon as his brother walks away, Toby starts crying louder. Cornelius does the same. For a moment he even thinks about turning around and take him back. He doesn't want to leave him: he is the only family he has left. But he is doing the right thing, he tells himself. He needs to be strong. For Toby's sake.

The first one to notice the screams is Wilbur, who jumps out of the door worried and scared. He looks at the baby on the top of the stairs and then looks directly at the tree Cornelius is hidden behind.

Philza exits a few moments later. He grabs the baby softly and he looks up to the sky where is crawls are flying. "There's someone" Wilbur whispers, pointing at the tree. Philza stops him and gives him the card. "Whoever left this baby here has a reason, Will".

Cornelius keeps crying. He wishes he could be there too. But the thing that is growing inside him... he is not sure he can handle it.

Techno is out in the forest eventually. He sees Cornelius. "Have some food, nerd", he says, before leaving him with a potato.

***

Cornelius stays close to that house anyway. At least he can keep an eye on Toby from there. He has found a nice spot, next to a cage. It's not that much, but he can't complain.

Toby is growing fast, even if his horns haven't shown up yet. Cornelius likes to watch him play outside with the other blonde kid, Tommy. They seem to get along well. He is as happy and carefree as a child his age should be.

Cornelius instead is sicker than ever. The white stain is growing on his skin day by day. His left arm, part of the chest and even his eye, now red, are surrounded by that. He doesn't know what to do. The voices keep him awake almost every night. They whisper something about "Dream".

Sometimes he wishes he could think about his mother, but the voices are louder than his thoughts. He can't remember her, nor his past life.

The stain is slowly erasing his memory. He is afraid one day he'll even forget Toby.

***

He meets Sapnap when he most needs a friend.

He hasn't talked with someone for ages (except for Techno who sometimes leave him food), so he is not sure he can remember how to do it, but with Sapnap is easy and comfortable.

He saves him from a spider.

Sapnap is scared and lost in the forest. Cornelius happens to be right next to him when the monster comes out. He grabs his sword and kills it.

"Woah, dude you saved me!" Sapnap says, jumping around. "What's your name?" Cornelius hesitates. It's been so long since someone called with his name. He can't really remember it. Was it something with a C? Maybe. Why can't he remember?

"I think it's Dream" he lies, feeling his skin burning. The other one however doesn't seem to notice it. "That's nice, mine is Sapnap! Do you live here? All alone?"

Dream nods, still unsure he should trust or not this new guy. He stays in the shadow. Sapnap smiles. "Dope! I wish I could have an house just for myself" then the smiles runs away from his face "I actually came here to do that... I got into a fight with my dad. Do you have parents?"

"I don't"

Sapnap laughs a bit. "Me neither actually.. Bad is my guardian to be honest. But he is a great guy, really. It's just... I needed space, you know?" Dream is sure he hasn't understood a word of what this kid has said. Bad? Guardian? Space?

"Not really" he answers, lighting a fire. Sapnap immediately steps back, and Dream realises he has finally seen his face. Now he'll go away too, he reckons. I'll be alone forever.

However Sapnap's smile grows bigger then ever. "Whoa that's sick" he screams "I mean in a cool way, dude. Loving your style".

Dream blushes. "I... don't really like it"

Sapnap raises his eyebrows, sighing. "Maybe my dad could fix it"

***

Bad has never been so worried in his entire life - which is a looooong life.

Sapnap wasn't in his bed this morning. He really thought he lost him for good after their last fight, but he luckily came back safe and sound.

He even made a friend.

Bad was so angry, but the happiness of holding his child again was bigger then every other feeling.

"Does it grow?" he asks, touching Dream's face. The kid nods uncomfortably. "Your left eye.. was it green before?" He nods again. "Do you have memory loss?" Dream hesitates. Bad writes something down.

"Well, Dream, I can't erase the stain. What I can do is preventing it from growing bigger. Your memory is damaged, so I can't fix it, but form now on you should remember things more clearly"

"What does that mean?"

"It means I can't give you back your memories, but you can make new ones"

Dream stares at his feet. He is sure there was someone important in his life before worth to remember.

"It'll hurt a bit"

***

"You can stay here if you want" Bad says.

The "operation" went pretty well. Bad and Sapnap offered him to stay with them as long as he wants. Dream is glad. He likes it here. It feels like... family. The voices are gone. Is he really free?

Sapnap enters the room with a big smile. "Dream, I made you something! I know you have to wear bandages everyday, because the mark is still there – Dream touches is face - so my dad and I came up with this little idea" Sapnap hands him a mask.

"It's easier to take off. I drew the smile"

Dream feels his eyes burning. No one has ever done something like that for him. A gift! "I like it. Thank you Sapnap"

“Don’t worry! That’s what friends do”

[sytco]

common blessings [joochan]

pairing: childhood friend!hong joochan x reader

word count: 3.5k (!)

requested: "toothrotting fluff ft. joochan"

dedicated to @sahiflowers.

a/n: im SO SO sorry this took so long and i hope u like it even a little and that it makes u smile thank u for being so patient ily!! ily!!! reminder im always here for u!!

In which you find that time is meaningless when Joochan is not by your side.

~

wonderboy.

-

Sometimes, you speculate whether Joochan has some kind of genius for finding you as soon as the school bell rings, signalling the end of another day.

Today, he surprises you behind the auditorium where you lean against a maple tree, hugging your bag to your chest, because you’ve skipped your last period (Introduction to Psychology) in favor of lying on the grass so you can watch the clouds in peace. And Joochan smiles a fond, fond smile because you have that look on your face again that you only get when you’re lost in thought.

“Missed me?”

You tense from shock before relaxing at the sight of your boyfriend who widens his arms so you can walk right into them.

“How’d you find me?” Your voice is muffled in the fabric of his vest and Joochan reaches up so he can play with the back of your collar.

“Just had a little hunch you might be here.” And this is the answer he always gives, accompanied with the same smug smile each time.

You pout even if Joochan can’t see it. “That doesn’t explain anything.”

“Well now,” he says in an affected voice that sounds like the narrator from that National Geographic documentary on penguins the two of you watched last week, “I can’t afford to have you getting your hands on all my secrets, can I? I’ve got to keep some things to myself so that in ten year's time, you’ll still think I’m the most amazing and magical boy in the universe.”

It’s ridiculous, you think, how it’s nearly winter but the way you can feel the laughter that starts in his chest and electrifies you to your fingertips is more than capable of keeping you warm and making you feel like you’re really alive.

“Doesn’t matter if I find out all your secrets or not,” you mumble, “you’ll always be the most amazing and magical boy in the universe to me.”

From the courtyard around the corner, you can hear Jaehyun shouting a loud “Oi Joochan!”.

Joochan ignores him and instead casually pecks your cheek with a kiss that feels like a blessing. “Always?”

You tilt your head as though unsure. "Well… for at least fifty years, probably.”

“Fifty?!” Joochan echoes in mock outrage, and you playfully poke his side to which he flinches slightly.

“I was lying. I meant for all of time ever.”

And despite him doing his best to hide it, your boyfriend melts instantly, burying his face in the crook of your neck where he’s probably smiling his brilliant smile that feels like the sun against your skin.

Jaehyun’s voice interrupts the peace and quiet once again with a noticeably louder and more panicked tone.

“Hong Joochan! We’re going to be late for soccer practice!”

Joochan groans exaggeratedly and you can’t help but giggle at his theatrics. “Wish I didn’t have to go to stupid practice,” he grumbles.

“You know, I’ll wait for you in the library until you’re done,” you offer and Joochan perks up - if only slightly because your arms still feel like heaven after years of loving you, and two hours of kicking a ball around (while Donghyun and Jibeom brainstorm inventive ways to trip each other up, much to Coach Lee’s chagrin) just can’t compete. He tells you as much in the way his arms tighten around you.

“You’re the best,” Joochan declares suddenly, “I might be the most amazing and magical boy in the universe, but you’re the best.”

You snort. “Go to practice already before Jaehyun starts going spare, wonderboy.”

Joochan kisses your forehead one last time before he detaches himself from you with a dejected sigh and picks up your bag, slinging it over his shoulder despite your protests. “Walk with me to the oval?”

You slip your hand into his hand only to find it a perfect fit and wonder briefly if there is anywhere in this world you would not walk to with Hong Joochan, the boy who has a smile like sunlight and a personality like a billion shooting stars.

“Of course.”

*

fm.

-

There is the occasional moment in which you wish that your boyfriend wasn’t so exceedingly talented in nearly every field he tries his hand at, because the various extracurriculars that Joochan (being the naturally energetic and enthusiastic person he is) involves himself with have an awful way of making tremendous demands on his time towards the end of the semester.

Right now is one of those moments when Joochan trudges into your room and dives face first onto your bed without even bothering to shake his coat off. “So what was it today?” you ask in a voice that betrays your concern and Joochan can’t help but smile at it.

“Theatre rehearsal,” he yawns, “then string quartet practice. Also an hour of soccer drills with some of the boys. Even though it’s a Saturday.”

You get up from your chair at the desk so you can sit on the bed where Joochan immediately moves his head onto your lap, lifting your hand and resting it on his hair. You absentmindedly start stroking it, staring out the window at a soft grey sky.

“Did you eat?”

Joochan shakes his head. “No time. My dumb E string broke again so I barely managed to have half an apple before we went straight into a new Mozart piece today. Think we might perform it at the next concert. You’d come, right?” And he asks that in a self-assured tone, because he already knows what your answer is going to be.

You give it to him anyway because there’s no point in hiding your blatant admiration for all that he does. “No matter what.”

“And just to see me, right?”

You fake a pause that has Joochan peering up at you suspiciously.

“You do know I have friends who aren’t you that are participating in the concert, right? Like Jangjun and Sungyoon?”

Joochan scowls. “But none of those hooligans are your boyfriend, who - in case you forgot but I do know you’d never - is me.”

“That’s quite true,” you concede before leaning down to kiss his cheek with a smile that makes Joochan’s stomach fill with butterflies which are probably colored pink and green and blue. It never gets old, he thinks: your talent for turning his world upside down in a look or a word or an action. And you don’t even know you’re doing it most of the time.

“Mean,” he accuses but in a half-hearted manner and your smile only widens because you know that Joochan is supremely happy despite his exhaustion, if the way his brow has smoothed completely and he has started drawing little stars on your knee is anything to go by.

There’s a gentle lull in the conversation while you continue to run your fingers through Joochan’s hair, and especially his fringe. It’s almost as though time has passed you by, leaving you together in your own little reality where things like hazy futures and big concerts and broken violin strings do not dare draw near.

“Wanna order something later on for dinner?” you ask quietly.

“Maybe,” he grins through closed eyes, “but nap first.”

Your radio continues to run, and you drift in and out of listening to the DJ duo while watching the rain finally fall outside.

“It’s been pretty cold recently, hasn’t it?” one of the DJs opens the conversation after a small stream of ads.

“Sure has, pal. And speaking of the cold, apparently our first snow of the season is scheduled for next week Friday!”

“So do you have any plans lined up with a special someone?”

“Just had to remind me of how single I am, didn’t you”- rambunctious peals of laughter crackle from the speakers - “but maybe some of our lovely listeners will send in their plans for next Friday.”

“I sure did - and wow, they’re already pouring in! Do you wanna read one out?”

“Let’s see… Listener ha_miii_ran says: ‘I’m planning on confessing to my crush of two years. I’m pretty nervous about this so I’m hoping the two of you will wish me luck!’ All the best of luck to you, Ha Miran-nim, from the both of us. I don’t know how you’re planning on it, but hopefully the first snow will act as a good luck charm for you!”

“Yeah, good luck Ha Miran-nim!” the other DJ chimes in. “Be sure to update us on how it goes!”

“Well, we’ll be back with some more stories after this excerpt from a famous piano concerto - maybe some of our more classically-inclined audience will recognise its globally renowned composer.”

A beautiful melody begins to play and you’re on the cusp of losing yourself in the music when you are most abruptly interrupted by a sleepy, but decisive, “Gershwin.”

You blink down at Joochan. “What?”

“It’s Gershwin. The composer. Don't you think your boyfriend's clever for knowing that?"

“I thought my boyfriend was asleep, actually,” and you narrow your eyes.

“I was,” Joochan protests, “I only woke up when they were talking about the snow or something. And then they talked about that person who’s confessing to their crush of two years - got me thinking about how I can relate because I vividly remember having a crush on you for at least three before I could muster up the courage to confess. Which ended up working out for the best, you know,” he adds in a thoughtful tone, “but sometimes I’d get so nervous just thinking about it that I couldn’t sleep at all. Anyways, I’m really hungry now, so can we order something soon please?”

Maybe it’s the way he so nonchalantly wears his heart for you on his sleeve, or maybe it’s the way he looks at you as though you have strung the Milky Way itself together and made a gift of it to him. Maybe it’s the way you simply realize that you might not be able to live with yourself if you were to lose your boyfriend, ever. But for whatever reason it is, a thousand smiles bloom in your heart and you lean down to give Joochan a kiss that hopefully tastes like everything you cannot possibly put into words.

“Anything you want,” you whisper, and Joochan draws a heart on your knee in response.

*

enchanted.

-

You’re outside the auditorium again but in front of it, this time, and not behind. The post-concert hubbub has died down, mostly owing to the fact that much of the audience has left already whether it’s to a late congratulatory supper or down to the boardwalk where fireworks are scheduled to go off at midnight. The bouquet of lily of the valleys in your hand trembles slightly as you use your other hand to fumble around for your ringing phone.

“Hello?”

“You’re waiting outside, right?” Joochan asks.

“Yeah, I am.”

“See, Donghyun, I told you I was right about - wait. Wait! Don't move!”

And then you have less than two seconds to process exactly what is happening before your boyfriend catches you up in a running embrace that sends the world spinning in a flurry of snow and stars and kisses that Joochan plants all over your cheeks. He remains blissfully unaware that somewhere in the vicinity, Donghyun has started making gagging sounds at your very public display of affection, punctuated by Jaehyun’s giggling. (You pay them no mind.)

“Did you enjoy the concert?” he asks, fond expectation twinkling in his eyes.

You nod too much. “You were incredible,” you tell him honestly, and Joochan beams.

“I was, wasn’t I?” he says in a satisfied voice as he pulls you closer. “Guess all those hours of practice paid off.”

“It’s almost like that’s the whole point of practicing,” you tease.

“It’s lucky you’re cute and I’m hopelessly in love with you,” Joochan crinkles his nose in contrived distaste for your little jab before hugging you again so he can hear you whisper just how proud you are of him, right into his ear.

And the two of you stay like that for a little before you remember the gift you brought with you.

“For me?” And the look in his eyes reminds you of how he looked at you when you first told him that you loved him too - or maybe of every time you’ve told him that you love him too.

“Who else?”

He snaps up the bouquet, pressing it against his nose and inhaling deeply with a smile. "This is a nice surprise."

"They mean 'return to happiness'," you say, gently touching a little white bloom that looks like a star against the backdrop of Joochan's black school blazer. "Thought it was cute. And the florist was sold out of roses anyway."

Joochan laughs with the warmth of a thousand sunbeams and puts your hand in his so he can start gently tugging you away.

“But your violin”- you begin protesting.

“But nothing,” he shushes you as the school gets smaller and smaller behind you in the distance. “I don’t even want to see that thing for a week. Hey, and guess what - I found a secret place for just you and me so we can watch the fireworks without being pressed up against everyone else like sardines in a tin can.”

“You and I are going to watch the fireworks?” you echo, surprise colouring your voice.

Joochan’s exhale turns into a giggle. “Who else?” And you dig an elbow into his side, hiding a smile at his antics.

The two of you stroll down quiet streets and you lean into your boyfriend’s comforting warmth. Most shops are closed with the exception of some fast food chains and convenience stores, but you notice almost none of them now as Joochan picks up the pace, his excitement bleeding into the quiet song he sings that floats up in the air and is lost somewhere in the stars above.

“Here we are,” says Joochan proudly and he helps you up into the little gazebo at the top of the hill you hadn’t realized you were climbing. “Take this,” he adds as he tosses you a torch that brightly illuminates the space you’re in as soon as you switch it on. You turn to the rustling sounds on your left, finally seeing the wooden bench that Joochan is busy spreading a rug over.

“You planned this beforehand?” And there’s a note of wonder in your voice - the same kind that only Joochan ever seems to be able to evoke. “I thought we were going straight home.”

He gestures for you to sit next to him with a charming smile and you do so immediately. “Told you I can’t give up all the secrecy. Not yet.” Or, he thinks privately to himself, not when you look at him like that.

The golden light from the torch casts long shadows over the grass and gives Joochan’s face a nearly ethereal glow that reminds you of summer sunsets despite the cold. You slip into a soft and easy silence - one that comes from memories built upon memories, resulting in a code made up of gazes and touch that only the two of you will ever understand. And so when he squeezes your hand gently, you instantly open your arms for him to sink right into.

There’s only a few minutes left until midnight when you finally speak.

“Joochan,” you murmur.

“Mm?”

“You ever think about where we’ll be this time next year?”

Joochan shifts his posture slightly. “Often, actually. Especially when I go to sleep at night and think about tomorrow - then I’ll wonder if it’ll even remotely go the way I want it to.”

“And how do you usually want it to go?” you ask.

“Someone has a lot of questions today,” Joochan remarks with a droll look on his face that makes you laugh briefly before his expression sobers. “But usually I want it to go safely. You know? Everything in its proper place and things like that. And more importantly, I want to know all the time that I’ll be able to see you.”

You’re silent for a moment, looking out over the view of the city. If you squint, you can just make out the boardwalk by the beach and the crowds of people who have gathered there, young and old alike. “I’m scared sometimes.”

Joochan frowns. “Scared of what? I’ll fight it off for you,” and he waves a threatening fist at nothing in particular.

“The future, I guess. It sounds silly but… sometimes I don’t know if we’ll always be okay. Like this, the way things are right now. Whether it’s tomorrow or next year or even after that.” Your voice fades in volume until it’s nearly lost against the threads of your scarf, and Joochan’s heart breaks a little when he hears it: the genuine uncertainty and timid fear that seeps past the smile you give him in an effort to hide it.

“Why do you think we might not be okay?”

You look down at your feet, almost embarrassed by your own honesty. “Well, people… change, Joo. They move places, and have goals to achieve and dreams to chase down. And we’re not immune to that either.”

It’s Joochan’s turn to be silent for a bit as he mulls over your words before he straightens in your hold, turning his face towards you so he can affectionately bump his nose against yours. “You’re right,” he says in a voice that mirrors your sadness, “and it would be a lie to say I don’t think about the same things you do. But”- and he leans in to give you a quick kiss that’s shaped like a smile - “it’d also be a lie to say that every dream doesn’t feature you in it. Because every dream of mine that I’ve ever had places you centre stage.”

He kisses you again, a little longer - a little more wistfully.

“You see, the real problem here is that you have me perpetually thinking that I can’t do any of this without you,” he says simply. “Whether it’s late night phone calls or early morning messages; or maybe we’ll find ourselves having to book flights for each other, holding bags full of gifts that remind us of us. And maybe it’ll be hard and maybe I’ll wake up some days, knowing I won’t be able to see you. But that doesn’t mean we won’t be okay.”

You swallow and Joochan watches you carefully, the urgency in his eyes prompting him to lift your chin so you can see it too.

“Even if we change,” he continues in a whisper, hoping you will understand the heart in his words. “And we should. And we will, and we’ll still be okay. You believe me, don’t you? Seeing as I’m the most amazing and magical boy in the universe?”

Somewhere, midnight comes and goes and the fireworks start, dousing you and Joochan in bursts of coloured light.

“Of course I do,” you smile with eyes that glitter with tears of relief and he pulls you into a tight hug, so tight you can feel every movement of his rib cage as he breathes in and out.

For once, you do not feel that fear deep down that threatens to taint your time with the only boy you think you cannot live without. And so you unreservedly hold him in return, fingers running through his hair as he tells you that he loves you, over and over again.

*

up, up and away.

-

There had been a time during your childhood when your one greatest wish had been to go see the stars.

So your friend Joochan, in all his clumsy sincerity, had done his best to make you a rocket out of a box he’d found at home. He’d then brought it to your house after he’d finished it, blue marker staining his fingertips and glitter shaped like stars lost in his thick fringe.

The two of you had sat in it together and looked up at the moon, holding hands from childish innocence and recounting thrilling tales of adventures you’d never had. And before having to go home to bed that day, he’d made you a promise that present-day Joochan complains about not being able to fulfill.

“I know I said I’d take you to the stars,” Joochan sighs in displeasure from where he lies on your bed, right next to you, “but while your boyfriend is exceptionally talented, you do know I’m no astronaut, right?”

You hold his hand in response and look into his eyes that sparkle with mirth and deeper in, shine with a love that always gives you peace.

It may be that Joochan will never be able to keep his promise of taking you to space in a real, functioning rocket. But, as you drop a kiss on his mouth that soon widens into a brilliant smile, you can’t find it in yourself to really care.

After all, it’s hard to miss the stars when for you, they all start with Joochan and end with him.

-

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[amirajones]

The Pirate and the runaway Princess pt. 9

When we woke up, well needless to say we were tied up and pulled along, though I was separated from Snow and Emma cause of my attire not that I really cared. I looked at the horses and the women on them wondering where they were taking us and I didn't like it. We ended up in a village of survivors but just as usual me and Snow were were fighters once we could get it. Though we didn't get far as we were thrown in a pit and Snow was unconscious.

"Is she alright?" Amira asked Emma

Emma was panicking checking on her but Snow wasn't waking at least for now. I got in my pocket finding my hidden knife in my attire using it to cut my ropes. When suddenly I noticed a woman in the background.

"Need help?" She asked

"Who are you?" Emma asked her

"A friend." The woman said but when she came out of the way and came into view I knew who she was. "Cora" Amira said

Cora checked over my sister and I stayed back watching her putting my knife away for now. I knew better then to trust this woman but my concern wasn't needed with Emma around. Cora checked on snow assuring us that she'd be fine. Cora looked up at me seemingly noticing the way I was dressed.

"Hello Amira or should I call you Selena Marriott?" Cora said "You can call me whatever you want, now tell me where are we?" Amira asked

"It's a little island, our captors like to think of as their haven." Cora said

In a way that made sense to me with Regina's curse and people afraid. Remember me, I was afraid of Regina it's why I ran off with Killian and the crew and I kept my secrets to myself except sharing with Killian when I felt the time was right. Emma was more curious than I was on what that meant.

"Haven? From what?" Emma asked

"The world's dangers, what's left of it anyway." Cora said

I walked off looking for a way to escape and Cora was probably watching me as she may of figured out I carried my own burdens now a days. Cora was talking with Emma about things that happened not that I really cared my main concern was getting out of here finding Killian which sounded easier then it sounded. Cora snuck up behind me turning me around to face her and seeing I wasn't here for myself.

"So you're the one." Cora said

"The one?" Amira aske

"You're not here to be back, you're looking for your captain." Cora said

"And so what if I am?" Amira asked

"He's alive and he's looking for you. By the way your positively glowing. Congratulations." Cora said "If you say anything to him before I do, You'll regret it." Amira said

I went back by Snow and Emma, the last thing I wanted was another second with that woman as she followed us. When I was going to say something a rope was thrown down and the man above stated their leader wanted an audience so we climbed up. I really didn't want Cora anywhere near me or my unborn child as we walked with the man. I mainly listened while people stared at me and we were told to stay still as within seconds the leader showed himself.

"Lancelot?" Snow said

The man walked over "Snow" He said as I watched my sister and this man hug each other.

Watching my sister smile from knowing a friend with a laugh was just something else but maybe it was me. I wasn't used to those things anymore, but then not many knew the pirate Selena Marriott was really Amira white so go figure on my part.

"If I'd have known that you were the prisoners Mulan had brought back. I never would of locked you away but wait this is the pirate Selena Marriott." Lancelot said

"That's just her Alias, she's my sister Amira. Remember I told you my sister ran off to be a pirate to avoid my step mother." Snow said

"I see. Please forgive me." Lancelot said

"Of course" Snow said

I noticed we were being watched by the princess Aurora and Mulan, needless to say we were put at a table where all the food was set out. Chimera was one of the things and considering when you're on a pirate ship it's not actually an option. I knew what Lancelot said about the Chimera being one part Lion, One part Serpent and one part Goat. Listening to them talk I knew this land wasn't supposed to exist anymore but it was here while Emma seemed more confused.

"You should eat, you'll need your strength." Lancelot said to me

I wonder if everyone could see it here and when I reunited with Killian would he notice too. Still I did eat some while listening to my sister talk about needing to find a way back home. It'd be nice to go home and take Killian with us but how could I mention him to anyone? What I didn't know is Cora had him watching from a distance so he probably knew I was there.

Soon we packed up getting everything we needed for the journey ahead, I never thought I'd return home again after Snow's wedding as I walked with them. I had a lot of plans to do but helping getting a way home was good because land, this land was too much for the child I would have someday. The travel was long and I ended up sitting with Emma while Snow and Mulan got things together.

"So why did you jump in with us?" Emma asked

"I wanted to find someone, the man I fell in love with." Amira said

"You fell in love?" Emma asked

"I did, I'm also kinda carrying his child but I am planning to tell him when I find him." Amira said

Soon it was dark where we were but Emma became protective of Snow as we noticed Aurora tried to attack snow. Emma used the gun to get her to back off but that was a mistake as we had to run to avoid Ogres. Emma fell and we had to stay back but Snow got in there using her arrows to protect Emma showing no fear. I watched as Snow took it down with one arrow which was impressive but we went home making our way to the castle. Walking in it was like my whole childhood flashed before my eyes things I had that I'd given up for a dream and a man.

"Something wrong pirate?" Aurora asked

"Actually, this was my home. I'm Amira White." Amira said to her

I walked behind Snow and Emma going to the room that was meant for emma's room. The unicorns were beautiful above a crib and everything was in tact. Aurora and Mulan left but I listened to Snow going over the things she wanted to do. Things I would be able to do with my child someday but it was weird. Lancelot showed up as we were looking at the wardrobe knowing it's powers was limited not all of us could go back through it but then we ended up figuring out that it wasn't lancelot it was Cora pretending to be lancelot. Emma in the last moment lit the wardrobe on fire but I knew we'd find a way to go back.

Walking back, I stayed quiet wondering when I'd see him in truth Killian had become my obsession to get back to in a way. Maybe it was the baby growing that made me more wanting to see him then anything but still there was part of me that liked this time with my sister. When we made it back to the Camp it looked like it'd been Ambushed, in fact walking around it didn't seem like there were any survivors.The camp was destroyed and the way that the people looked it was clear their hearts were taken out.

'Cora caused all these people to suffer but she left her imprint of their hearts being taken out. It's reckless that's for sure even Regina didn't leave that much to be noticed.' Amira thought

Emma was looking around to see if there were maybe any survivors, I doubted their would be considering the mess Cora made. Then she noticed someone had a hand out under a pile of bodies now I had to admit that it was pretty easy to say this couldn't of been a mistake. Though I was merely watching to see who was the poor soul to hide under dead bodies, something in me felt like it wasn't right. Aurora went over with Mulan moving the bodies from the person who was buried. I really didn't give a care at the time as I walked around but then I heard the man's voice and stopped.

"Please Help me." Killian said

I'd recognize that voice anywhere, he could fool many people but not me as I looked back seeing him in rags. I couldn't expose him considering I lived by the pirate code but when the group left us alone he dropped the act smirking at me.

"Hello Luv, good to see you again." Killian said

"Hello Captain, tell me when do you play the victim? Why is Cora here and what happened to coming back for me?" Amira asked

Killian put his hand under my chin and smirked still as he leaned close to my ear "I had every intention to rescue you Amira, but you even said Regina wouldn't live up to her end of the deal."

It was true I had said that and he knew that more than anyone. He knew me well to know I would know my own wicked stepmother than anyone. Every part of me said to kiss him but I knew we had to keep the act up at least for now.

I know what your thinking, I should of just came out and said it but what fun would that be to just say it when he was under an act.

[rustdream]

Mustache Kid makes a New Friend hee hoo

Yea! A smol story for @promisedangel‘s roleswap AU! I wrote this at night so some things may be grammatically incorrect. I hope this is good!

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The air was full of tension as Mustache Kid stood infront of the ice walls that surrounded her destination. By some sort of miracle, they were perfectly intact, despite the immense heat the forest gave off daily. While it’s a neat discovery all on its own, it would mean that she would have to bust her way in. She was taken out of her thoughts when she heard a chuckle behind her. The voice belonged to none other than the Matriarch, the ruler of Subcon and the pain in the butt that’s been threatening her into doing favors for her. “It’s quite the feat, isn’t it?” The shadowy being asked, floating besides the girl.

Mustache Kid sighed in annoyance, causing the ghost’s angelic features to distort. “Now don’t take that ton with me, child. This will be different than the other favors you’ve done!” The passive aggressive tone had set in, as she feigned cheerfulness. The Matriarch clasped her hands together, “You’ll be delivering a gift to my special Prince for his birthday!” Mustache Kid turned to her as the gift box was born from red flames, the embers forming the luxurious bow. As much as she hated to admit it that box had a pretty darn cool shade of red. “Okay…but why don’t you do it? Since it’s your gift.” Mustache Kid questioned, as the Matriarch’s expression softened. “Oh, how I wish I could give him the gift myself! Unfortunately, my temper had gotten the better of me and…we got into a fight. Now the poor thing’s scared of me.” It was clear that queen of Subcon was being exaggeratingly dramatic right then, as she had no qualms about threatening children with execution twice fold. Still, the kid didn’t have much choice, as the box was shoved into her hands. Mustache Kid had a couple of moments before she realized that her bombs were gone. “Hey!” 

“Oh and, by the way. The Prince is very finicky, so these,” The Matriarch held the bag of bombs in her hands with the heat threatening to set them off, “are out of the question. Now get to it.” As Mustache Kid jumped through the ice pillars infront of her, she could her the cold-hearted monarch say something about burning her if she was to break the box. But she was used to those threats, and there wasn’t much to worry about anyways. She continued, occasionally having to break the walls with the fiery fruits and Dwellers hiding around. Eventually she had made it to the other side of the labyrinth of walls and was immediately hit with the extremely cold weather. She adjusted her cape to cover herself and waded through the thick snow, in the direction of the manor in the distance. When she neared the front porch, she could see glowing yellow eyes peer at her through the attic window for a quick second, before blinking out of sight. Hopefully, this ‘Prince’ wouldn’t be as much as an immoral jerk as the Matriarch was. She went to knock on the door before the wood had turned to ice and being rendered unopenable. Mustache Girl groaned as she kicked an ice statue near, but her attitude quickly changed to fear when said statue came to life and tried to smash her head open. Running from living creatures of cold terror, she had ducked into the cellar in the back and shut the doors. While one might think this wouldn’t stop them from breaking in, it did. In fact, they seemed to leave as soon as the door had locked!

Well, she already made it in the house, might as well deliver it personally. She skidded through the cellar floor, the spilled wine having been frozen over the years. Managing to make it upstairs without busting her bust on the slippery ice, she was relieved to find that the rest of the house’s flooring wasn’t in the same state. Mustache Kid wandered down the hallways, the carpeted floors keeping her footsteps quiet. Suddenly, she had heard the sound of glass breaking coming from the room besides her. In an act of impulse, she opened the door, leading her to the library. There didn’t seem to be anyone in here. A broken vase sure, and an ice sculpture that was whispering to her. Wait. On closer inspection, it was a Wally! Though, he was frozen everywhere but his head. “Hey, Little Mustached Child, why are you here?” He asked, his voice shaky and low. Before she could answer, the air grew darker as footsteps could be heard. “Quick! Hide, Get out of Here!” Mustache Kid wasn’t about to question it, she simply slid under the low bookshelves, the gift box conveniently fitting through with her. Just in time too, as a shadowy figure entered the room. It had the same aura that the Matriarch gave off, but its figure was slightly deformed and monstrous. It was safe to assume that this was the Prince that she was referring to. His yellow eyes scanned the scene, panic present in them. 

His head snapped towards the Wally as the frozen man panicked. “H-hello Best Friend! I was being clumsy and um, knocked it over-” He frantically tried to explain, as the shadow interrupted him. “You promised, you promised that you wouldn’t break any more stuff last time you broke these. You broke my things, gifts to you last week and you said, ‘Wally will fix that’, ‘Wally won’t break stuff again’. But did you live up to that? No nononono, you didn’t you just lied and lied, and you know how I HATE liars.” The Prince ranted, as the ice on Wally’s body consumed more of him. Mustache Kid watched as he was frozen completely and smashed to pieces by this raving lunatic. The shadows mad shrieks soon dissolved into tears, burying his head in his hands. Mustache Kid slowly crawled out of her hiding spot, placing the gift behind the sobbing mess. She then tried to tip toe her way out of the room before a voice stopped her in her tracks.

“Who are you?” The Prince spoke through sobs, as the girl turned to meet his gaze. She seemed to stammer quite a lot, obviously nervous. The royal’s gaze slowly drifted to the nicely wrapped gift between them, the sight swinging his mood straight into a happy delirium. “Did you bring this gift, a gift for me? I’m good enough for gifts?” He asked hopefully, pure joy blooming inside his chest when she had nodded. The Prince chuckled as he suddenly swooped both the box and Mustache Kid in his arms, straight to a bedroom. This caused the kid to become upset, not understanding why he was doing this. But, he simply placed her on a pile of pillows, as he ‘sat’(more along the lines of coiled on) the bed with the gift in his lap. As he tore open the wrapping, Mustache Kid looked around to determine her situation. Everyone but the two of them were frozen solid. Some of them are seals, cats, a lot of them Wallies. “Great, this might as well happen.” She mumbled, as she heard the Prince gasp in surprise. Well, she’s kind of stuck here, might as well find out what the gift was!

A pile of bacon. That was literally it. It wasn’t even good, all of it was charred to crispy charcoal. However, the Prince was very happy to receive this gift. He started scarfing it down quickly, as if as soon as he stopped it would be all gone. He then froze up suddenly. He could hear them. His friends, they were hungry too. They deserved this gift more than he did, and he’s just hogging it like the selfish friend he is. He doesn’t deserve such a nice thing as this, with how horrid he was being. Of course, Mustache Kid didn’t hear any of that. She just looked on in confusion as the Prince went around the room, trying to shove bacon down the ice statues’ throats. Though that went as well as you’d expect it to, as it either fell out (with the Prince eating it anyways) or it just stayed in the mouths of the frozen creatures around him. He made it to Mustache Kid, offering her a handful of burnt bacon. “Oh um, no thanks. I’ve already. Eaten on the way here you know and, snacks aren’t my thing?” She refused, thoughts of an elaborate escape plan flooding through her mind. The Prince sat back on the bed, facing away from everyone as he consumed the rest of the food on his plate. After he was done, he turned to Mustache Kid and held her hands in his freezing cold hands. “Thank you, thank you, thank you for this wonderful gift. I’ll cherish it, I’ll love it. Never forget it, thank you new friend!” He repeatedly thanked her, his breath hitching as he started to mumble incoherently to himself. He then stood upright, seeming to have snapped back into reality. “It seems like it’s getting dark! None of you, none of you are leaving, r-right? GOOD! Good, I guess that means that we can have a slumber party. You – YOU will join us, won’t you New Friend?” He asked the child, as ice started to form on her legs.

Mustache Kid sat on the pillow pile on the floor, bored out of her mind. Since her bombs are gone and this guy can freeze her in an instant, fighting her way out is out of the question. So is straight up running for the exit. For now, she just has to play along with it. However, the only entertainment right now was watching him start up conversations with the frozen people besides him. And even then it wasn’t really funny. Just sad. She would perk up whenever he spoke to her though. Mainly because he could kill her if she didn’t answer. “Oh, sure! I agree! No way!” After a long while of talking, the Prince stood up. “Okay everyone! I’ve gotten everything prepared for tonight! A nice view, snacks…wait. No, no snacks??” His head rotated 180 degrees (grossing the kid out a bit), facing the empty table meant for housing the refreshments. How could he forget? He should have thought this through! He has a new friend he needs to impress, and this is his first impression? A forgetful dumb stupid idiot who disappoints everyone he meets? He could feel the hateful stares burn up as he backed out of the room. “I’m, I’m going to go get the, snacks. Friend! New Friend, can you come with me?” He practically tugged Mustache Kid out of the room, and downstairs into the kitchen. 

Mustache Kid gathered up what small amount of treats she could find in the abandoned cabinets on the table, as the Prince got ready the tea. A couple of crackers, and some preserved fruits. She turned to the Prince, who was shaking as he continuously stirred the tea. At the very least, he was a lot nicer than the Matriarch. “Not many snacks…are there?” She questioned, more out of concern for how he’s been living all this time. While she figured that ghosts don’t need to eat to live, it seemed to cause the Matriarch pain when she missed a meal, imagine living with only this. The Prince put the tea kettle on the tray, along with the cups, before answering. “Hang on, there’s more, I’ll get them.” He walked hurriedly to a hollow spot in the walls, before sliding it aside to reveal some bigger snacks, such as a bag of fish chips of the CC brand and a slice of velvet jelly cake. All of it seems to have been frozen to last, the velvet jelly was absolutely solid when he placed it on the table. Mustache Kid grabbed the snacks, as the Prince carried the tea tray upstairs. “By the way, I’m sorry for being so forgetful. It’s really awful on my part, I hope you can forgive me.” He told her, as they set the tea and snacks down. Of course she’d forgive him, it’s not like he has anything he needs to apologize for.

The night seemed to have gotten better. The two were now talking about law, and frankly hearing about this planets views on justice and law enforcement was pretty interesting. Until he got into the nitty gritty details of it. Not that it was boring, it was just the simple fact that they have all these policies and fallacies and such. But it isn’t complex! There are bad people who need to be arrested, like the Matriarch, whole there are good people who arrest the bad, like herself! Still, she listened intently to his rambles about law theory. Something the Prince isn’t used to! Usually when he rambles to people, they ignore him. It always made him feel like he didn’t matter but when he asked Mustache Kid if she was listening she actually responded! Mustache Kid took a sip of her tea, and grimaced. The tea was ice cold. Which was understandable since the person who made the tea could freeze things with his bare claw hands. But there was also the fact that she actually wasn’t a tea person. The Prince caught on to this. “Is there something wrong? Is it not good enough? I’m sorry I’ll make a new kettle if you hate it-“

 “It’s good, it’s okay!” Mustache Kid assured him, almost becoming numb from the ice that had formed up to her knees. It was thin, luckily. She placed a hand on the Prince’s shoulder as he calmed down. “Oh, I’m sorry I just got worried and…” He eventually stopped talking as he leaned into her arms, humming as she petted his head. He liked this, it’s nice. She’s nice. Most of his other friends didn’t hug him like that, they didn’t even tell him nice things. He’s heard of BFFS, Best Friends Forever. Maybe people that nice are BFFs? The Prince never had enough friends to tell. He’ll need to hide her from Vanessa. She’ll come and burn him again, and maybe even burn his new BFF like everything other bit of happiness he hoarded. He didn’t want to think of that. Whenever he did his mind devolved into this dark place he can’t get out of. “So what’s the next event on our list of fun?” Mustache Kid asked, distracting the Prince from his thoughts. “A dance.”

[dsmroleplay]

#BeautyAndTheBeast Part 2 #DSM #RP #SPN #BtVS

Writers: @HuntersGirlBaby @DeadlyJager @DeanWinchester_

Alyson: *Slowly she started to wake, her mind was foggy. Ali couldn’t remember, the fog of sleep was wanting to pull her under again.

First, she noticed something hard, yet soft against her cheek. Her mind started to clear. She was laying on something. Last thing she remembered was standing in front of her hotel waiting for her friends. And helping that cute guy. Then it was all blurry for her.

Pushing her eyes opened, she tried to figure out where she was. Ali noticed nothing around her. Heart starting to beat wildly in her chest.

Her eyes landed on the cute guy she had helped. He didn’t look so nice tight now.

She scrambled back into the corner of the bench as far as she could go. Pulling her knees to her chest. Making herself as small as she could. Her body shook, she didn’t know what was going to happen. Dread filled her and grabbed her heart like a vise. What if she didn’t make it back to her family? What if that last time she saw them, was the very last time she ever would.

Tears pricked the back of her eyes. She had read online, where the first three hours of being taken, they were killed. She was smart. She knew that is what happened to her. And the man before her had done it. She hoped that she would get out of this and be able to go back to her family.

With a shaky voice, she spoke.* Please..let me go home. I just want to go..home.  I.i..I..promise not to tell. Just..let me go home. :::::::::::::::::::::::: Julian/Graham: I'm sorry angel I can't do that. -Julian get's up and walks over to her offering her his hand.- Please, there's not need for this to be distasteful. I'm not going to hurt you Alyson, I merely am trying to keep my race from being wiped out by your father. My chef can make you something to eat. We will be home soon. :::::::::::::: Alyson: *Tears spilled down her cheeks at his words. Burying her head on her knees she sobbed. Ali just wanted to go home. She wanted to be in her own bed, to hug her daddy, to have long talks with her dad, to help Cowboy build something, to spend time with Sam doing hacking and talking about all kinds of things. To be home with..Ian.. her twin. To ride with Jericho with her daddy. Her little body shook with the sobs that racked her body. Pulling her legs tighter against her form. Making herself as small as she could. Ali was scared she would never see her family again. She just got them back and they spilled right through her hands. Her worst fear had come true, she had lost her family. The one thing she had always dreamed about, was ripped away from her. She never should have come here, never left the safety of her of her home or room.

Slowly she looked at him with tear filled eyes* You..you took me. When..I.I..was trying to help you. *her voice shook.* My..daddy, is a nice man. He would have listened to you. *She looked down at his hand, trying to move further away from him. But the arm of the bench stopped her from going any further. Holding herself as tight as she could. She didn’t trust him, not by a long shot. His sweet words, kind face and nice gestures wouldn’t make her just trust him. She had done that already, and look where that had gotten her, kidnapped.* I’m not..hungry. *her small fingers pressed in the flesh of her knees.* That..is not my home. My home is with my family...my..friends. *needed to get home was all that she felt.* Please..just..let me call my daddy. Something...can..can be worked out. He’s not a evil man. Just..let..me..go. :::::::::::::: Julian/ Graham: -He backed off and sat back down looking at her.- I think your version of your father is a bit sugar-coated. You do realize that he's a serial killer right? Men, women, and children have all died at his hands. You, humans, don't see that you're committing genocide under the guise of "ridding the world of evil". Alyson, my mother was killed by hunters. She was a gentlewoman who had never hurt anyone. I could show you complete families wiped clean off the board. I am not evil, if I were you would have been torn apart already and pieces of you sent to your "Father". You act like a small child... but you're eighteen. You could step up to the plate and help me stop the killing. So Alyson Winchester, tell me, what mark will you leave on this world? ::::::::::: Alyson: *Ali didn’t relax by any measure. But she was glad that he moved back from her. There was no trust for the man that looked at her. Furrowing her brows as he talked. He did not just call her daddy a serial killer.* Let me start off by saying, you don’t my father, the way I know I don’t much like you, saying that about him. He has done nothing but take care of me and love me. *it was hard believe anything that he was saying to her at this moment.* You judge my father, but you’re the one that kidnapped me. You played like you were lost, and you took me. Drug me into this thing between my father and you. *she gripped her knees tighter, nails pressing into the palms of her hands.* I know knowing of the world you speak of. I am sorry for the loss of your mother, the women and children. *even though she was scared out of her mind she wasn’t going to back down.* I do not act like a child. I’m an 18 year old girl, that is shy and doesn’t now how to act around people. *taking a breath and letting it out.* You call my father a killer. Have you ever killed anyone? You judge my father, you say he is man that just goes around killing people for no good reason. You’re not god, you can’t judge my father, unless you’re this perfect man that has done no wrong in his life. That is pure is the driven snow after the first snow fall.

*She shallowed, her throat dry.*

You expect me to step up. To stop all of this, whatever this is. You love your family and I love mine. And I will protect them as you do yours.

My mark on this world? Is to make something of myself. To be good to people and not hurt people. That is my mark. Nothing more and nothing less. :::::::::: Julian/Graham: You talk a good line but I fallacy in your remarks.  I don’t think you’re as innocent as you let on. As for your father I’m sure calling him up and asking him nicely not to slaughter my kind would have worked. I need you to keep him under control. I don’t want to hurt you Alyson but make no mistake I’m very serious in my endeavors. The world is not black and white, you’ll do well to remember that. Now get in your seat. We’ll be landing soon. :::::::::::: Alyson: *Ali was innocent. She knew nothing of whatever he was talking about. Her daddy was someone that she loved and held in very high regard. He took care of all of us back home.* You..you may not believe what I tell you. But I have no reason to lie. It might not have, but there other ways. People should at least try. *She may not know much about the world. She was getting a large dose of how the world is right now.

Slipping off the bench, her body trembled. Making her way to a seat, far away from the man that took her. With shaky hands she buckled herself in. She looked out to the city that came into view. Far from her home, her family. And she didn’t know if she would ever get back. But she just had to. She hoped that she would come out of this alive.* :::::::::::::: Julian/Graham: [Ghosting Julian Duval] -He rolled his eyes she was uninteresting to him, just a naïve little girl thinking daddy was some knight in shinning honor. Finishing his drink, the plane began to descend and he was grateful for it. He had business to attend and this little diversion had kept him from it for far to long already. The tires squeaked against the runaway and the plane shook a minute before eventually coming to a stop. A tactical SUV sat waiting with Graham Miller and two other men. The families were unstable, all looking to take over but Julian he had the leverage he needed to get on top of this and stay there.- :::::::::::: Alyson: *Ali gripped the arms of the seat she was buckled into. Smaller planes, you could feel everything and she didn’t like it. Her leg bounced as she tried to calm herself. Ali hated herself for not taking one of her daddy’s men. She wouldn’t be here right now. Not that she knew  where they were at the moment.

Her knuckles turned white as the plane shook. How long before anyone knew that she was taken? If she could just get to a laptop or a phone she would be able to reach daddy.

Ali looked out and saw three men, her eyes went wide. Great, she was not going to get away, not with these men.

Ali looked away from the window as a large man walked in. Her heart rate picked up faster. What was he going to do to her?

He came and stood next to her seat. Gripping her arm, he tugged. As fast as she could, she unbuckled herself, as she was pulled from her seat. Though she didn’t make it easy for him. Tugging on her arm to free it, she tried to pry his fingers from her arm. Which only made him hold tighter, she winced, as he dragged her out the door of the plane.* Let me go! *She tried to drag her feet, pull back. But it was no use. They got closer to the SUV. Ali was scared, eyes wide as she looked at the men. What were they going to do to her? Would she see her family ever again? She didn’t even know tears tracked down her cheeks. What had she been dragged into?* ::::::::::::::: Julian/Graham: Julian/Graham: -As Julian got closer he walked over to Graham who stood stoic next to the SUV.- "The girl is your responsibility now. Protect her with your life and whatever you do don't let her out of your sight. We lose her and we'll have a real war on our hands. She's the key to getting the damn hunters off our backs. I'm heading to the office to make contact with her father. Take her to the family estate." -With that Julian walked off to get into another vehicle. Graham looked at the girl, "Damn, how old was she?" It didn't sit well with him to hold a young girl hostage but he wasn't in charge he was just the muscle that got the jobs done. And honestly, the hunters were killing their kind faster than offspring could be made. Each werewolf house was in chaos and he wasn't sure who was loyal to who anymore. It was a crapshoot, Vince was getting rough with the girl and Graham stepped in giving the guy a steely glare that had him backing up. "What's your name?" Intense blue-grey eyes on her.-

[saoirse-argentum]

PROMPT #21 CRUNCH

(Continuing on from where I left off in Prompt #20. Today’s a short one, but I included some Estinien, Haurchefant, and Aymeric doodles this time around…so this a reverse harem now. XD)

HEAT LEVEL: SWEET (I’ll get to scorching before the end of the month. Maybe.)

Estinien left Ishgard shortly after his encounter with Aymeric in the hall, it was unclear when he would return…if he would return. Aymeric said nothing when asked of the account, so as far as the others knew, Estinien had acted on his own. Aymeric was riddled with guilt for forcing Estinien to be the villain, but the others would forgive him in time. It was Saoirse that concerned him most.

She hardly spoke a word, and there was a vacancy to her expression whenever she left her quarters. She knew the urgency of matters, and though she said she was up to any task, no one believed her…and no one would risk it. She needed time to heal when they had so little to give.

Haurchefant knocked on Saoirse’s door as he had the last few mornings, bringing her breakfast when she refused to get out of bed. “Good morning!” He sat beside her on the bed, but she said nothing and kept her back to him. “I brought my meal with me too today. I thought maybe if we ate together—”

“I’m not hungry.”

Haurchefant wiped one of the apples on the tray against his sleeve. “Come now, you’ll be skin and bone if you don’t eat something.” He took a bite from the apple, the sweet crunch hardly satisfying with Saoirse lying broken at his side. He swallowed and leaned over her to see her face. “It’s good. I promise.” His words trailed away as realized she was crying again. She’d taken to silent tears so not to disturb the others, but this bothered Haurchefant more than her sobs ever did…at least then he knew, and he could be there for her.

He set the tray aside and curled up beside her. “Tell me what I can do. I find myself lost without your smile to brighten my day. Wouldst you have me find Estinien and punish him? I’m more than happy to oblige. Perhaps that’s all he needs…to have his sense knocked back in.”

Saoirse shook her head. “I’ll be alright. Thank you, Haurchefant. I’ll get up soon. I just need a minute.”

Haurchefant held her closer. “Take your time. I’ll be here.”

Saoirse was grateful for Haurchefant’s kindness, but it didn’t matter how close he was, the loneliness wouldn’t go away and not matter how many times she tried to focus on the silence, she could still hear Estinien’s voice, cold and empty…the same hollow feeling he’d left her with.

 Once Saoirse found enough strength to stop crying, Haurchefant met with Aymeric and the others.

“How is she?” Aymeric questioned.

“Not well, I fear. She’s hardly eaten the last few days, and considering her physical state from the battle, I worry she will only worsen…but I know not how to help her.” Haurchefant sunk back into one of the chairs, defeated. “I know Estinien to be a difficult man, but this? The whole thing is troubling.” Haurchefant looked to Alphinaud who sat across from him. “You were the last to see him, do you believe he will return? As things are, I don’t know whether it would help or hurt her.”

“I’m afraid I cannot say for certain, but I trust Estinien. He will do what is right.”

But as days passed without any sign of him, and Saoirse’s health deteriorated, it became harder and harder to believe.

Aymeric wandered the halls, trying to clear his mind. It pained him to know that Saoirse’s suffering was his doing, and he questioned his resolve to stand by his decision...His heart buried beneath the weight. He stopped near a hall window and watched as snow fell from the night sky. “It’s what’s best for her,” he whispered to himself. He had to remember that.

“Aymeric?”

He turned to see Saoirse, her face flushed from fever, standing in the hall. “Saoirse, is everything alright? It’s late.”

She nodded. “I was just going to step outside for a bit…try to escape this heat.” She stepped passed him. “I won’t trouble you.”

“Saoirse!” Aymeric caught her hand, halting her. “You’ll catch your death in that cold. Let me get you more medicine and some water so you can rest.”

“He’s out there…” Saoirse’s voice was low. “Estinien is out there somewhere.” She looked back at Aymeric with a sad smile. “And I’m stuck in here…waiting for him to come back to me. You must think I’m foolish.”

Aymeric shook his head and stepped closer to her, not releasing her hand. “No, I don’t think you’re foolish…Estinien is the fool.” He knew it was a lie, but what else could he say? Admit the truth? But what then? What good would it do? “I know you love him…that you’re in pain…but Saoirse…the rest of us…we will care for you in his place. It won’t be the same, I know, but in time you will heal, and you’ll cease to remember the source of your heartache. But should we lose you…that is a wound I fear Eorzea may never recover from. I know I won’t.”

“Aymeric, I…” Saoirse covered her eyes with the back of her forearm. “I’m sorry. I never meant…I’ve been such a burden.”

“Think nothing of it.” Aymeric lowered her arm and wiped the tears from her eyes. “Just promise me you won’t give up. That is all I ask.”

“I won’t. I swear. I’ll try harder!”

“An oath then.” Aymeric linked his pinky finger with hers and brought her knuckle to his lips. “To moving forward.” He smiled softly and released her hand. “Now back to bed with you. I won’t be far behind. Just let me get your medicine.”

Saoirse nodded. “Alright.”

Aymeric watched to make sure she entered her room.

“Is this why you wanted me out of her life?”

“Estinien?” Aymeric turned around and Estinien stepped out of the shadows. “I was beginning to think you’d left us for good.”

“Was that your goal? To drive me out so you could snake your way in?” Estinien’s gaze rivaled even Titan’s anger.

“It’s not what you think. She’s not been well since you left. I was merely comforting her.”

“Touch her like that again and it will be you buried in this lie.” Estinien went to pass him but stopped once they were side by side. He kept his eyes forward. “I will be your villain, but if you try and play hero, I will run you through.” Estinien walked away leaving the tension with Aymeric.

He’d left Ishgard to suffer in silence, but just because he couldn’t be with Saoirse, didn’t mean he wouldn’t protect her.

He wasn’t going anywhere.

 To be continued?

[girl-gone-crazy]

Short Story 1

Warning: Kissing 

This is my first LGBT+ short that I made in 2017 

Word count- 2038

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I jumped at the sound of a quick movement to my right. My girlfriend, Riley, pulled me closer to her. I looked up at her with a sigh escaping my mouth as she smiled at me as her brown eyes sparkled in the moonlight. I felt at ease being closer to her, even though I was still a little frightened.

“It was just a cat, silly Lily,” She said with a giggle. “We’re almost home. Do you want a piggy back ride the rest of the way.”

“Y-yeah..” She let go of my hand and I carefully climbed up her back. She put her hands under my butt for support and gave it a playful squeeze. I yelped out of surprise and wrapped my arms around her neck. She giggled again.

“Sorry, sweetie. I just had to.” 

I buried my face in her back as we continued on our walk. About ten minutes later I heard a door open and felt light flood around us. We were back at our apartment. She sat me down on the couch. I turned on the TV hoping to find something good to watch at this time of night. The news instantly came on, and since I didn’t want to hear about all the bad in the world, I started searching for any cartoons that may be on.

“You hungry? I’ll order a pizza if so.” Riley hung her coat in the closet as her shoes sat messily by the door.

“Can I get a cheese this time?” 

“Of course you can, babygirl. I’ll draw you a bath while I order.” She kissed my forehead and walked out of the room. She soon came back and sat next to me, pulling me into my lap as soon as she was comfy. I blushed a little as she kissed me on my cheek. “You’re so adorable. You know that right?” My face burned a little more. “I’m really sorry about what happened tonight. I didn’t think my friends would get mean. Nor did I expect you to get hurt.” She said examining my wrist, which had been cut by a broken piece of glass.

“I-It happens.” I stuttered out as I pulled my wrist away from her.

“No. Lily, I should of been more careful..” I shook my head and pulled her into a hug. 

“I’m fine. I promise.” I gave her a quick kiss, hoping to see the smile that gave my life reason. She gave it to me. 

“Your bath is ready, by the way.” 

“Thank you, sweetie.” I gave her another kiss before getting up to go to the bathroom. I heard her change my cartoons to the news as I shut the bathroom door behind me. The tub was full with steaming water and my favorite bubble bath solution. I smiled, thinking of how lucky I was to have her, and climbed into the bath.

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I got out of the bath a little under an hour later, just when the water was getting cold. I slipped on my over-sized t-shirt and fuzzy cookie monster shorts. I wrapped my hair in a towel before leaving the bathroom completely. 

As soon as I got back into the living room, I could smell that the pizza had been delivered while I was soaking. “Hungry?” Riley asked from the couch, looking as if she hadn’t moved. The pizza was on the coffee table with two pieces already missing from it.

“Always.” I smiled, grabbed a piece and sat next to her. She changed it back to my cartoons knowing how much I hated the news. I loved this woman.

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Riley’s P.O.V.

Dishes were about done when I heard a soft snoring over the sound of the Spongebob Squarepants theme song. I dried my hands off and looked over the couch. Lily was fast asleep with her blanket wrapped around her like a swaddle. I turned the television off, and carefully picked her up to take her to bed. She groaned in resistance but didn’t wake. After she was tucked into bed, I went back to finish the last bit of dishes. All I heard now was the soft patter of rain on the windows.

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It was over. We were graduating. School was over and I had Lily. We already had an apartment together. I was excited. I looked over at Lily as she talked to her friends. She had her blond hair curled, as usual, and I had mine pulled back in a braid. She was everything to me, and today was the day I proved it. She walks onto the stage right after me. We’ve only been together a few months, but I know she is someone I want in my life forever. Her parents already know. The principal has even gave me permission to interrupt the ceremony briefly for it. No, I’m not proposing. Exactly. I’m giving her a promise ring. I know I love her, and I pray she loves me back in the same manner. 

I readjusted my cap as my name was called. I walked onto the stage, shook the principal's hand, and had my picture taken with my diploma in hand. Instead of walking off stage, I stood at the other end. Murmurs shuffled among the crowd in confusion. The principal ignored the murmurs and called Lily up on stage. She followed my steps and after grabbing her diploma came over to me and asked me what I was doing. At this time the superintendent handed me an extra microphone. 

“Lily Matthews, I know you have only been mine since December, but I need you to know I love you.” I felt my nerves acting up but continued to fight through them. “I love you with all my heart, body, and soul. Sweetie, I couldn’t imagine you ever leaving my life. So here and now…” I bent down on a knee, which was quite complicated in my gown, and pulled a small ring out of my pocket, “I’m asking if you’ll promise to be mine until I can marry you later.”

Lily turned red and took a minute to respond. Oh, God. I blew it. I thought to myself. 

Quickly, I was blown back by Lily in a tackle I wasn’t prepared for. “Yes!” she screamed excitedly. I laughed, with excitement shining from my core. I placed the ring on her left ring finger and kissed her with every breath I had left in me. Applause arose around with awes mixed in. 

We were back in our seats, both giddy, as more people were called upon the stage. “I love you, Lily.”

“I love you, too, Riley.”

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*Two Years Later*

Lily’s P.O.V.

I woke up to the smell of something being made. Cinnamon rolls? I looked over and realized Riley wasn’t in bed, so she was probably making breakfast. I crawled out of bed and pulled my hair quickly back into a messy bun.

I tried sneaking behind Riley to give her a startle, but she seems to always have high senses. “Don’t think about it, babygirl.” 

“Hehe, good morning!” I chirped, acting innocently.

“Morning birthday girl, want to do the frosting?” She offered as she pulled the cinnamon buns from the oven. 

“Yes!” I said excitingly as I grabbed the container off the island. After frosting the buns completely, I put some on my finger and went to ‘boop’ Riley on her nose. 

“Is that really a battle you want to start this early?” She asked inquisitively. 

“Um…” I paused for a second. “Yes!” I ‘booped’ her quickly and threw the rest of the frosting in the trash before she could get me back.

“Smart move.” She said sticking her tongue out at me. “Let’s eat quickly. We don’t want to be late to your parents.”

“Okie dokie,” I said with pep. I grabbed a cinnamon roll and made my way back to the room to get dressed.

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I pulled on my boots as Riley pulled on her high tops to match her flannel top. She had her hair curled and pulled back in a ponytail. “Ready?” She asked as she grabbed the car keys. I nodded and made way out to the car. She always drove anymore because I was scared to after going into a ditch last winter. The snow had white blinded me and slid head first into a ditch across from the supermarket. I plugged my phone into the AUX and played Olly Murs. 

After about half an hour of driving, we made it to my parent’s house. Riley’s parents’ car was parked out front as well, which doesn’t surprise me much. My parents and her’s were good friends before we were even dating. They are the reason we even know each other. 

As soon as we got inside, I was engulfed in a giant bear hug. Looking up it was my big brother, Travis. I smiled and hugged him back. “Happy birthday, Lil!”

“Thank you, Travis.” I said with a smile as he let me go.

“Hey, honey!” My mom said surrounding me with a hug much like my brothers. “I can’t believe you’re twenty today!”

I shrugged and giggled. “You say the same thing every year, Mom.”

Riley interrupted us with a “Mr. and Mrs. Matthews, can I speak to you in the other room?”

I figured it was about my presents and didn’t think much about it.

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Riley’s P.O.V.

Lily’s parents followed me into a different room and we all sat down. My parents were in there as well, already knowing what was going on. 

“Today is the day,” I said, “I want to ask her to marry me tonight when we get home. Our friends are at our apartment decorating for me. But first, I want to confirm with everyone that you guys are still okay with this.” I pulled the ring out of my bag and showed it to her parents. Her mother gasped and I could tell she loved the ring.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” My dad asked me. I nodded.

“More than anything else.”

Her dad spoke up. “Just remember, if you hurt her I will hunt you down.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Protect her with everything you got. She’s as emotionally fragile as much as she was as a child.” Mrs. Matthews chimed in.

“I will.” I put the ring away, and we all joined the party.

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Lily’s P.O.V.

It was late by the time we headed home. Riley loaded my presents into the trunk, which wasn’t all that much. Mom and Dad each gave me a kiss before I got into the car. “Good night, and drive safe. We love you two.” 

“Love you, too, Mom.”

I was falling asleep by the time we got home, but Riley seemed to be beaming with energy. She must of ate a lot of cake, I thought to myself as we headed inside.

We walked inside and my breath was swept away by the view that was before me. Colored candles were lit amongst the room and rose petals were spilled across the floor. What was going on? 

Riley took my hand, and guided me to the middle of the room. 

“I want our future to be us together forever. I love you, and I want to protect you from all the evil that comes your way. You’re everything to me, and I want to prove it for years to come.” She pulled a small blue box from the bag that hung at her side. She knelt down on her knee, just like she did at our graduation ceremony. I began crying softly, tears clouding my vision. “Lily Matthew, will you marry me?”

Without a heartbeat in between our words I said “Yes, yes multiple times over.” She smiled even more than she had been before with a blush coming to her cheeks. She slid the diamond ring onto my finger right above the promise ring she gave me two years ago. 

Riley stood and pulled me into a hug. I buried my head into her shoulder, tears of joy still running down my cheeks.

“I love you, sweetie.”

“I love you, too.”

[harrieatthemet]

Holiday: Chapter 5

A/N: you ask, you shall receive. I’m for sure posting 6 soon, because at first I combined them but then I separated it bc it was hella long BUT 6 YOU GUYS. ITS INSANE. Enjoy, dm me if you wanna chat about the storyyy xx

Waking up the next morning, with an all too familiar headache, I realized that I didn’t wake up to my routine alarm. Propping myself up on my elbows, whilst blowing a few stray blonde hairs that hung loosely out of my bun and in my face, my eyes groggily raided the room to see if any little people in particular were hiding behind the furniture. But there was no one, which made me a little nervous. Glancing at the clock that sat on my bedside table, I was alarmed to see that it was almost 10 am. The kids never let me sleep past 8, which made me wonder where they were and what they were doing if they weren’t in here shaking me awake. 

Slipping on whatever pair of pajama shorts my hands grabbed out of my luggage, I buttoned up my oversized button down I had slept in before lunging towards my bedroom door. As I walked out in the hallway, peeking in to each of the kids rooms, I had noticed that their beds were unmade and their toys were strewn across the room. Harboring a great deal of anticipation to find them, my bare feet pitter pattered against the cold wood of the floor before hitting the staircase. That’s when the faint noise of cartoons was in earshot, and a small sense of relief became me. My pace eased as I approached the bottom of the steps, and I could hear the oddly comforting noise of Penelope whining as Brayden changed the channel in the middle of her ‘favorite show’. Every show was her favorite show, especially when Brayden would change the channel. 

I peeked into the sitting room, where my laptop was still open but the wine bottle had disappeared. Figured Harry had taken care of that, if he was even awake yet. Sauntering into the room where the kids were fully tuned into the TV, I noticed that they had even been fed already. Plates with half eaten pancakes, some scrambled eggs, and even toast (I could never get them to eat toast, for some weird reason) had been gnawed at. In that moment, I had to give it to Harry. I was impressed at how efficient and quietly he had gotten everything done, especially since he didn’t have someone else do it for him. 

“Morning.” I hummed, leaning over to press a kiss atop Brayden’s head. 

“Mornin mama.” Quinn gleamed, throwing his head all the way back to lock eyes with me.

I scrunched my face together in endearment, tapping his cute little nose before exiting the room. I could smell the alluring scent of coffee from down the hall, which was followed by the sound of a pan tumbling to the floor and an incoherent ‘fuck’ or two slip from Harry’s mouth. 

To say I was nervous to talk to Harry would be an utter understatement. I was still feeling a little culpable for our spiff last night, and I didn’t want to have the awkward ‘I’m sorry’ conversation. Typically, the I’m sorries ended up resulting in another fight about who started the fight and so on. 

His back was to me as I walked in, and he was wearing that snug white v neck I loved on him. It complimented every crease and every bicep so well, that it was hard not to stop and gawk for a little while. Those jaw string sweatpants that he always slept in hung dangerously low around his waist, and I watched intently as he hiked them up every time he moved side to side. I’d been telling him since we first spent the night together that they were too big, but he was too stubborn to listen. His hair, though it was cut short again, had fallen since last night and was hanging in his face just enough to get in the way. Every few minutes he’d lift a hand up to it and push a few strands out of the way so he could see better. 

Clearing my throat to get his attention, I stretched my hand over my chest and awkwardly wrapped it just above my elbow as I shifted all my weight on my hip. He hesitated, mumbling something under his breath in that thick accent of his as he grew frustrated with the pan on the stovetop. He turned around, eyes bright and skin glowing. He’d always been a morning person.

“You’re up.” His voice was monotone, and he wouldn’t look directly at me which insinuated he was still annoyed.

“Yeah.” I nodded my head awkwardly as I fidgeted in my position, “Harry can we talk about-“

As if it were timed, his phone started buzzing on the countertop. I exhaled loudly, annoyed but not completely surprised because this happened nearly every time I tried to talk to him about something. Shuffling from one end of the kitchen to the other, he reached over and picked his phone off the table with two of his fingers. He still had those rings on, and he probably slept with them on too. I use to love feeling those cold metal rings on my skin in the morning.

“I, er, I gotta take this.” He excused himself, accepting the call before formally greeting whoever was on the other end. 

I watched solemnly as he scurried off into the next room, before moving to the front door. He swept his coat up off the hanger before opening the door, strolling outside while jamming his sneakers on and shutting the door behind him. From the corner of the kitchen, I could get a semi clear view of him slowly pacing while he chatted on the phone. Running a hand through his hair a few times, it was obvious to me that he was overwhelmed. 

“Mooooooooom” Penelope whined, her voice ringing in my ears even from the next room over. 

I went wandering down the hall, listening to the whining that flooded the first level of the house as Penelope and Brayden bickered over the TV. Once I reached the TV room, I rolled my eyes in frustration as I got a glimpse of the shit show playing out in front of me. Brayden towered over Penelope’s small frame, holding the TV remote high above her head as she wailed and begged for it back. Brayden loved to push her buttons, maybe because it was so easy to get her worked up and he simply enjoyed reminding her that he was the oldest and could get his way if he wanted to. He wasn’t always like that, an instigator and fight starter. Once Harry moved out, he would do little things like this every so often as a way to act out. He hadn’t quit doing it, which was my fault because I struggled with reprimanding him. 

“Mommy tell him to stop.” Penelope sobbed, throwing herself to the floor in hysterics.

“Oh my god, quit the drama.” I grumbled, picking her up by her arms and peeling her off the floor.

Brayden looked up at me, green eyes wide as he tried to play it innocent. I shot him a stern look, and we had a bit of a stare off before he caved and placed the TV remote down on the table. Stressed out from Harry and I’s fight, and everything else, I wasn’t in the mood to play peacemaker or try and tiptoe around Brayden’s feelings. Just as I was about to raise my voice and finally scold Brayden for shamelessly taunting his sister, Harry strode in and saved his ass.

“I’d say it’s time we make a snowman or two, yeah?” He yelled jokingly, earning a chorus of cheers from the kids.

“Go,” I hissed at Brayden, “apologize to Penelope, and get your snow stuff on.”

With a quick nod of his head, taken back by my unfamiliar tone of voice, he scampered out of the room and went barreling up the steps. Penelope wasn’t far behind, and Harry even gave her a soft and playful smack on the bum as she went running past him. Only for a moment did he stand in the archway, giving me a soft and apologetic look before he turned on his heel to head upstairs. It was just me and Quinn now, who had thrown a blanket over his head and pretended to be a ghost. 

Harry got the easy job of helping Penelope and Brayden get prepped for the bitterness of the snow, while I was stuck fighting tooth and nail to get Quinn to just stand still so I could finish getting him ready.

“Quinn, can you just-“ I grunted out of irritation, “stop moving around!” 

The baby giggled as he swayed side to side, purposely trying to make it difficult for me to secure his snow gear onto his chubby little body. I couldn’t help but give up for a minute, letting a few laughs slip out. Quinn was the silliest out of all three kids. He would do just about anything to get a laugh out of anyone, and loved the attention he’d get from being goofy. Even though he was the baby, he took direction from no one and marched to the beat of his own drum. However, it made it difficult for me to get him to listen, but in a comical way. 

“Quinnie,” I started, a serious expression flickering over my face, “if you don’t let me zip you up, you can’t go play in the snow.” 

He pouted, in an insincere and playful manner, as I glided the zipper up so his jacket covered a portion of his neck. As soon as my fingers left the zipper, he went heading off towards the double glass doors that led to the yard. Since he was still small, and I had him wearing Brayden’s old snow boots, he went staggering off and almost did a nose dive in the snow after his attempt to take too big of a step off the deck stair. I couldn’t help but start to laugh, because even though he fell, he went teetering on in order to catch up to Penelope and Brayden. 

As I prepared myself for the bitter cold that awaited me just outside the warmth of the living room, slipping my boots on and wrapping a scarf around my neck, I peered out the window to make sure the kids hadn’t buried each other head first in the snow. Instead, I saw something else. Harry was prancing around in the snow, Brayden on his back as the two chased P and Quinn. Brayden had two snowballs waiting in his hand, and the squeals of the children made me feel happy that I agreed to this. It also made me feel guilty, mainly because of what I had angrily spat at Harry last night. Fighting, especially around this time of year, was the last thing I wanted to do with Harry. And I figured that, though I was reluctant at first, apologizing to him would be the appropriate thing to do. 

As I stepped out into the yard, fidgeting with my hat to cover my ears, a wintery breeze slapped me in the face and left my nose icy. I hadn’t even taken a step off the deck before a snowball came catapulting at me, hitting me right in my chest. Once I brushed off the snow, I caught a glimpse of Penelope, who was peeking behind one of the trees as she waited for me to spot her. I teasingly squinted my eyes at her, making her aware that I was gonna get payback. 

“Mom’s here, can we sled now?” Brayden cheered, picking up the orange sled that laid in the snow.

“Let’s sled!” Harry chanted, marching towards Brayden and the kids as I trailed behind them.

The kids went sprinting off, Quinn tripping and falling occasionally while Brayden led the way. Penelope followed closely behind, her hands holding onto her furry white ear muffs to keep them from falling. Harry and I began to walk in sync, trudging through the snow as the kids sauntered towards the sledding hill up ahead.

We walked in silence for a little while, neither of us knowing what to say. It was obvious that he felt bad for raising his voice so belligerently, and I felt even worse about accusing him of caring about his career more than his kids. 

“Harry,” I spoke, voice a little quiet and shy as I worked up my courage.

“Hm?” 

“I’m sorry.” I sighed, breaking the silence.

“Fo’ what?” He breathed out in one word, small smile on his face.

I was extremely hardheaded, and Harry knew that all too well. He found a little bit of joy in getting me to admit I was wrong, the few times that I have. For a second, seeing that he would get some satisfaction and the upper hand if I apologized, I thought about not saying anything anymore. But, being the bigger person this time seemed more idealistic. 

“You know, for what I said. It was.. it was mean and out of line.” I laughed lightly, looking down as we kept walking.

“Very.” 

He was never one to really hold grudges, and right now I was especially thankful for that. He chuckled, glancing at me over his shoulder. I nudged him, placing my hand to his shoulder and giving him a playful shove. His arm was hard, reminding me how fit he used to be and probably still was. Sometimes, like right now, I would start to miss him. I’d miss him holding me when I couldn’t fall asleep, and how he’d lull me to sleep with a song or two. His hugs were so warm and comforting, and I’d find myself needing one at the end of a work day or when Quinn would throw one of his infamous tantrums. It was the little things, those small voids that no bottle of wine could fill, that I often found myself craving. 

“M’sorry too.” He confessed, hands stuffed in his pockets as his eyes squinted from the cold wind, “Hate yelling like that, especially at you. Didn’t mean t’call you a drunk mess, was rude of me.”

I felt my chest flutter a little as the words rolled off his tongue. A lot of the time, after the year that we had been apart, I wondered if I even crossed his mind at any given point. I’d seen him, all over social media, with a different girl every time he stepped out. He had gone through 3 or 4 temporary relationships, probably just to keep him entertained on tour when he got bored or needed something to do. Nobody had ever met the kids, which was reassuring to me. It let me know that he hadn’t engaged in anything serious since me, which made me feel a little special in a weird kind of way. 

“But y’always get so nasty when you’re drunk.” He snickered.

“I wasn’t drunk!” I laughed, “Buzzed, I was buzzed.” 

“Yeah,” he chuckled, “ a drunk buzzed.”

“Got a bottle of champagne, stuffed away in one o’my bags. Figured if, well if y’won’t be mean t’me, we’d open it up later on. Just to destress from this.” He laughed, nodding his head towards the kids up a little ways ahead.

I let out a loud laugh as I watched the three of those knuckleheads go traipsing through the snow. Quinn was throwing himself on top of Penelope, who would shout and demand for him to stop. Brayden was trying to tug the sled along, and every time he’d fall he’d blame it on a different sibling. Penelope was trying her best to run the show, her bossy side coming out as she directed the trio in the direction she saw fit. Every time Quinn would stray away, she would grow agitated and call him a baby. Brayden tried to set everyone straight, and Quinn would interrupt him every time with a loud and incoherent noise. I gave them about another 20 minutes before someone had a meltdown and started to cry.

“I hope you brought two bottles.”

[shoutmi]

✖   I. EMOTIONS / FEELINGS.

01. Altschmerz: ( n. weariness with the same old issues that you’ve always had—the same boring flaws and worries you’ve been gnawing on for years, which leaves them soggy and tasteless and inert, with nothing interesting left to think about, nothing left to do but spit them out and wander off to the backyard, ready to dig up some fresher pain you might have buried long ago.)

02. Exulansis: ( n. the tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it—whether through envy or pity or simple foreignness—which allows it to drift away from the rest of your life story, until the memory itself feels out of place, almost mythical, wandering restlessly in the fog, no longer even looking for a place to land.)

03. Trepidation: ( n. a feeling of FEAR or anxiety about something that may happen. nervousness, an innate emotion that you’ve had ever since you were a child— trauma-born. it keeps you moving, it keeps you alive. you are a wild animal that can feel no less.)

04. Yearning: ( n. a feeling of intense longing for something. for someone. for some place to be. unquenchable desire that sits by your bedside until you’re able to satiate your unease by finally getting what you want. you want to belong; you want to love. lust is entwined around your beating heart.)

05. Melancholy: ( n. a feeling of pensive sadness, typically with no obvious cause. you’re not alone, yet you feel alone. why is that?)

✖   II. GREETINGS.

01. A firm nod of the head for strangers, usually accompanied by a subtle smile. 02. Handshakes for newer acquaintances, strong yet punctuated by a grin. 03. Hugging or the holding of the other’s hand while sentiments of pleasure at the meeting are exchanged; reserved for friends. 04. Perhaps a kiss to one cheek or both if the person is of special importance or closeness(and he’s aware that it won’t lead to discomfort ). 05. Warm waving and exciting exclamation of a friend’s name if spotted from afar.

✖  III. COLORS.

01. Gold ( Magic, Illumination, Fire, Treasure, Status ) 02. Red ( Endurance, Rage, Adventure, Violence, Blood, Desire ) 03. White ( Light, Softness, Beginnings, Sanctuary, Holy Matrimony ) 04. Green ( Renewal, Growth, Mother Nature, Greed  ) 05. Blue ( Ocean Waters, Night sky, Trust, Sorrow, Loyalty, Depth  )

✖   IV. SCENTS.

01. Vanilla. Io isn’t terribly efficient with cooking or baking, but he’s attempting to learn. He loves the taste of vanilla, so he’s likely to smell like it on certain days. 02. Peppermint from the shampoo he uses. It utilizes natural peppermint extracts, and the scent lingers on his hair. 03. Lavender, after he drinks tea before bed. His favorite blend smells strongly of it and soothes anxiety. 04. Charcoal, predominantly on his hands after drawing with charcoal pencils. He often forgets to wash it off for a bit and may streak it on his clothes or skin. 05. New paper from notebooks is one of his favorite scents, and it tends to follow him thanks to the sheer amount of sktech pads and paper he tends to have with him most of the time.

✖   VI. OBJECTS.

01. Treasure Chest. A personal one for her own usage— near the place where she slumbers on the ship. True to her stereotypical nature as both a pirate and a dragon; Shou is an avid collector of various materialistic objects, so long as they meet the requirement of being shiny and beautiful. From valuable gems to useless scraps of tin foil, she stores them all inside her iron chest so that no one may trifle with them, including her crew mates. Her hoard is significant to her, in the sense that it not only acts as a memory log for her journey out at sea, but also soothes her negative mood when she seeks to play with the trinkets to quell her anxiety. 02. Silk Hanfu (traditional Chinese dress) and Fengguan (traditional headgear for noblewomen and brides). Growing up in Deepwyn, a Hanfu was what Shou frequently wore on most days as the royal daughter of the clan. Elegant and flowing with breathtaking colors; it was never a hassle to be dolled up in her family’s traditional robes, more so a treat for the little girl she had been back then. However, the luxury of donning a Fengguan was only granted to her once, while being taught the official wedding ritual by her elders, for it was mainly grown women who wore the headdresses as a sign of status. The crown was divine— forged with gold, jewels and flowers, and she secretly longed for the day when she got to have it again. Perhaps, even more importantly, it gifted her a rare, fleeting moment of experiencing what it felt like to be an insider.    03. Sake Cup. More so the symbolism of several; clinking in joyous harmony and solidarity over the unbreakable promise of becoming siblings.   04. Warm Jacket. Or a thick coat. Weak to the cold, it’s vital for the reptilian pirate to keep one handy at all times should they happen to encounter frigid temperatures. Nevertheless, nothing quite beats the comforting sensation of the sun’s torrid rays upon bare skin. 05. Wolf Tooth. On a woven string, worn as a necklace and received later on in life. Not from a literal wolf. It’s actually the baby tooth of her biological half-brother Sasha as a parting gift. Canine of the Black Shuck, a good luck charm. Irreplaceable token.  

✖   VII. VICES / BAD HABITS.

01. Bad time management. While he’s rarely late for meetings or the like, he has a bad habit of focusing in on one or two things at a time and forgetting the big picture. As a result, he often finds himself overworked during semesters with many projects in university or failing to finish particular tasks he had set for himself (which lead to frustration with himself, etc). 02. Overly critical. This applies primarily to himself, although he can sometimes expect a lot of other people, too. When someone doesn’t give their all to something he feels they should care about, he feels conflicted and will often bring it to their attention, whether his opinion has been asked for or not. 03. Rambling. He talks a lot, and doesn’t always understand when he should stop. This can sometimes lead to him embarrassing himself, or annoying the people around him. 04. Spacing out. With a tendency to become lost in his own thoughts, he can have trouble remaining grounded in reality. He might be in the middle of a class and completely lose the train of discussion. Although he stays fairly attuned to conversations or when others are around, this habit does lead him to jump to specific topics, ideas, or activities that seem to come out of nowhere. 05. Martyr complex. During his brother’s illness, he was expected to be “the good son:” supporting his parents and brother’s girlfriend, not causing anyone to worry about him. This lead to him keeping all of his negative emotions tucked away for the sake of not burdening the people he cares about, even to his own detriment. He doesn’t expect this of anyone else (quite the opposite) and prefers to let everyone think he’s usually satisfied with life in general while being their shoulder to cry on.

✖   VIII. BODY LANGUAGE.

01. Tilting his head when curious. 02. His gaze drifting up the the ceiling or the sky mid-conversation if he’s attempting to gather his thoughts. 03. Biting his bottom lip when frustrated or embarrassed. 04. Chin resting in the palm of his hand, especially if listening or thinking intently. 05. Leaning forward when excited or full of anticipation.

✖   IX. AESTHETICS.

01.  Paintings on canvas with muted colors of someone without a distinguishable face. 02. Herbal tea early in the morning or right before bed, the steam curling upwards from the rim of its china cup as it cools. 03. Lake water lapping at a grassy bank as the setting sun reflects on the rippling surface, a myriad of reds and golds. 04. Books placed carefully on a dark mahogany shelf, alphabetized by the title embossed on the spine in curling script. 05. Two hands, palms pressed together, with their fingers intertwined in a tight squeeze.

✖   X. SONGS.

01. Barren by Nicole Dollanganger :

“ — curdled like milk in the summer heat, my skin’s gone soft, my head is spoiled, my heart’s a rabid dog trying to put its teeth in you, you thought you saw light but it was forest fires eating me alive, my limbs are dead and dry, my ribcage cradles dirt and weeds, i’m empty inside.”

02. Keep The Streets Empty For Me by Fever Ray :

” — i’m laying down, eating snow my fur is hot, my tongue is cold on a bed of spider web i think of how to change myself

a lot of hope in a one man tent there’s no room for innocence so take me home before the storm, velvet mites will keep us warm ”

03. Atlas Hands by Benjamin Francis Leftwich :

” — take me to the docks, there’s a ship without a name there and it is sailing to the middle of the sea the water there is deeper than anything you’ve ever seen jump right in and swim until you’re free.”

04. Sister by The Japanese House :

” — fist in a botch my arms as they haul away from your body away from your skin you see, that’s my twin she’s standing aside and she’s my next of kin if only you knew what resided within i won’t let her in that would be callous and crass a chip on my chin you didn’t want me back stark in the dirt; can you tell that she’s hurt? so sharp and alert, she’s such a clean breath.”

05. Wolf by Skott :

“ — i’m a wolf howling in the moonlight, calling out like a fool howling On your doorstep, calling out

i hate that everything’s different my clothes, my haircut is different but still I’m feeling the same what is eternal about love? if there’s a way to turn it off you know, so show me the way.”  

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50+ True Crime Stories That Will Shock You To Your Core

12 True Creepy Crimes That Will Make You Lock Your Doors Tonight 1. Angela Hammond

“She was talking on the payphone with her fiance and saying how there is this suspicious truck that keeps driving around the block. Then, that truck parks near her where the payphone is, he gets out and starts looking around with his flashlight as if he lost something, then he confronts Angela and abducts her. Her fiance heard all of this on the other line and immediately got in his car to drive where Angela was. When doing so, he drove past the guy in the truck and Angela was apparently screaming his name for help, so he turns around and tries following the truck and his transmission fucks up and the guy got away. Angela has never been heard from again. And, she was pregnant.”

2. Annie Borjesson annierockstar.com

“I find the case of Annie Borjesson really weird. She was a Swedish student studying in Edinburgh. She then went to Prestwick airport (literally the other side of the country, then down a bit), caught on CCTV at the airport for ten seconds, then left. She tried to take out money multiple times from different ATMs, but didn’t have the funds so was denied. She was seen wandering about Prestwick, and then was found dead on the beach. Her long hair had been cut off, and the post mortem (as far as I have read) concluded death by drowning.

She may have been victim to foul play, or it was suicide. I also found that her parents’ e-mails were allegedly hacked later on. It may be a case of self-inflicted violence/mental health issues, but I find Annie’s case just so bizarre and sad.”

3. The Hinterkaifeck Murders Andreas Biegleder

“The Hinterkaifeck murders. A family saw footprints in the snow leading to their farm, but no footprints out of the farm. A few days later, they were killed in their own home. There was evidence that the perpetrators were staying in their house or the farm before the killings.

It’s creepy because your house is supposed to be the safest place. It’s hard to feel secure when you think about the possibility that your killer may be living with you without you noticing.”

4. Dorothy Scott

“I was just reading about Dorothy Scott recently. Her story is the saddest, and the creepiest was the bones of the dead dog the killer left on top of her remains to throw scavenger dogs off of his trail. Also, how her watch was stopped to the exact moment she died. I just can’t believe that he called her family so often and they could never trace the calls…I know it was the times though. But the whole thing is so horrifying.”

5. Brandon Swanson

“For those who are not familiar with his story, Brandon was a 19 year old who lived in Marshall, MN. He was returning home from a party recently celebrating his graduation from a community college up in a town north of Marshall called Canby and was on his way home.

Along the way home he crashed in a ditch. For some reason he was taking gravel roads even though the highway between the two towns was a straight shot North to South. I am guessing he took this route as a joy ride type of thing since he loved his car and driving in general or maybe he had a little too much to drink at the party and didn’t want to deal with any state troopers on patrol. He called his dad for a ride and eventually got tired of waiting inside his crashed car and started to walk towards Marshall. He claimed to his dad to see ‘lights’ of something nearby then abruptly exclaimed “Oh shit!” to his dad while still on the phone and his call ended. To this day no one knows what happened to him. No body found, none of his belongings found, nothing. There’s more to the story but that’s my summary. If you want to learn more just dig around.

My guess on what happened to Brandon is either he slipped and fell in a river due to not being able to see in the darkness, got shot and buried somewhere by a belligerent farmer who hated people trespassing on his property and would rather shoot then ask questions or was abducted by aliens (which would explain the lights). This case just creeps me out because I too live in Southern MN and I’m semi familiar with the Marshall area. It’s mostly flat farmlands around here so I really do not understand how someone can just disappear into thin air in the middle of nowhere without a body or any remains being found.”

6. The Bennington Triangle Disappearances

“Beginning in November 1945 through October 1950, five people — ages 8- to 74-years-old — went missing in the area. One was an experienced hunting guide and another was a 53-year-old woman described as an experienced camper and hiker who knew the area like the back of her hand. I’ve hiked Vermont’s Long Trail myself and there are places where you get a feeling of being watched by someone or some “thing.” In 2008, an instructor at Bennington College and experienced hiker got lost on the mountain, later recounted his strange experiences and swore he would never again hike the trail alone.”

7. The Setagaya Family

“The killer stayed in the house for hours, eating their [the Setagaya family’s] food, logging into the family computer and sleeping on their couch. It’s so creepy because rarely does a killer stick around for hours after they commit their crime making themselves at home.”

8. Brandon Lawson

“Ran out of gas in Middle of Nowhere, TX in 2013. Called the cops, much of it is inaudible but he implies he’s being chased into the woods, and says he needs the cops. When police arrived, they find his truck but nothing else. Not a trace of him since.”

9. Katarzyna Zowada (The “Skin case”)

“A young Polish student disappears in Krakow city.

Few months later a ship on the Vistula river stops because ‘something’ stuck into a propeller. What they have found surprised everyone.

They have gotten out a… skin of missing Katarzyna Zowada. To be more precise: A suit made of human skin. Someone had cut all the limbs and head then created a ‘body suit’ from remaining part which was probably worn by the murderer for some time.

Despite media attention and increased police interest every few years a perpetrator never had been found.”

10. Cassie Jo Stoddart

“She [Cassie Jo Stoddart] was house-sitting for her aunt. She invited her boyfriend over and his two friends came over as well. His friends left and said they were going to the movies. They didn’t.

At some point before “leaving”, they unlocked a basement door, unbeknownst to her. They shut the power off to scare her. They sat there (hiding) until her boyfriend left and she was alone and proceeded to put masks on, come in the house and stab her. If that isn’t bad enough, a video was found where they planned to murder her ahead of time. There was footage of them right after they killed her as well.”

11. Kris Kremers and Lisanne Froon Photo from one of the recovered cameras

“Another creepy mystery that resonates with me is the disappearance of Kris Kremers and Lisanne Froon. Long story short, two Dutch girls visiting Panama decide to go on a hike a day before they were scheduled to meet a guide for a tour and they go missing the same night. 10 weeks later their remains and possessions are found down stream from where the girls were hiking.

What creeps me out the most about this disappearance is the pictures that were found on Lisanne’s camera that turned up in the remains. The pictures go from the usual nice pictures of landscapes and of the girls posing with landmarks to cryptic pictures of the darkness as what many assume were attempts to use the flash of the camera to act as a signal for rescuers. Also there was a photo of back of Kris’s head with what possibly looks like blood by her temple. Just the fact that no one knows what happened to these two during their time in the jungle is what is most unsettling about this mystery.”

12. Daniel LaPlante’s Murders

“Daniel LaPlante is a triple murderer. He killed a nursery school teacher & her 2 kids in 1987. After a massive man-hunt they still could not find him. The ultra creepy thing is what happened. He was eventually discovered-after being on the run-in the closet of a girl he’d dated. She opened her door one night to see him standing there, in her mother’s clothes, face smeared with makeup, holding a machete. He tied her & her family up , but the youngest narrowly escaped. As if this isn’t bad enough, they AGAIN could not find him, till 2 weeks later. The family, who’d moved out, came back home and SAW LAPLANTE IN THE WINDOW. The police were called and later found out why he’d been so hard to find. Daniel had been living in the walls of his former girlfriend’s house the entire time.”

7 Of The Most Brutal Murders Ever Committed In The History Of The Human Race (NSFL) 1. The Toolbox Killer

The transcript of what happened to Shirley Ledford at the hands of Toolbox Killers Lawrence Bittaker and Roy Norris is the most disturbing thing you will ever come across.

An excerpt from the transcript:

“At this point, after Bittaker had forced Shirley to fellate him, repeated sounds of an administered beating, interspersed with loud screams can be heard as Bittaker savagely beat Shirley about the breasts and, to a lesser degree, head. Bittaker then extracted his pliers from the tool box. Shirley then emits several high-pitched, prolonged screams and cries of agony as Bittaker alternately squeezes and twists her labia, clitoris, nipples and breasts with the pliers. Bittaker then returns the pliers to the tool box. Banging sounds can also be heard throughout, which are believed to have been made as Shirley came into contact with the walls and inner contents of the van as she writhed and flailed.”

Ledford: My God! Please stop it! (Screams) Bittaker: Is the recorder going? Norris: Yeah! Bittaker: Scream baby! Scream some, baby.

2. Kelly Anne Bates

Bates was horrifically tortured for days before her tormentor finally killed her. Below are a few examples of what she went through.

According to Wikipedia, Kelly Anne Bates (18 May 1978 – 16 April 1996) was a British teenager murdered on 16 April 1996 at age 17 in Manchester after being tortured for four long weeks. Kelly’s eyes were gouged from their sockets up to three weeks before she actually died from drowning in a bathtub. These horrific crimes were committed by her partner, James Patterson Smith.

Below is a list from Wikipedia of the specific injuries Kelly Anne Bates endured through torture:

Scalding to her buttocks and left leg Burns on her thigh caused by the application of a hot iron A fractured arm Multiple stab wounds caused by knives, forks and scissors Stab wounds inside her mouth Crush injuries to both hands Mutilation of her ears, nose, eyebrows, mouth, lips and genitalia Wounds caused by a��spade and pruning shears Both eyes gouged out Later stab wounds to the empty eye sockets Partial scalping

3. Junko Furuta

Furuta was a 17-year-old Japanese girl whose case became known as the “concrete-encased high school girl murder case.” Furuta was kidnapped by four teenage boys and, aside from the brutality of the assaults against her, the most disturbing thing is that she was held at one of the kidnapper’s houses and his parents were present the entire time, knew what was going on, and did nothing to stop it.

Also extremely disturbing is that Furuta turned 17 while she was in captivity and enduring these horrors. There’s something tremendously upsetting about that.

According to Wikipedia:

To avoid concern over her abduction, the perpetrators forced Furuta to call her parents and tell them that she would be staying at a friend’s house for a while. Over the course of her confinement, Furuta was repeatedly raped, beaten, and tortured by her four captors until they killed her. The parents of Kamisaku were present in the home for at least a part of the time that Furuta was held captive, and though she pleaded with them for help, they did not intervene, later claiming that they feared their son too much to do so.

The killers hid her corpse in a 208-litre oil drum filled with concrete. They disposed of the drum in a tract of reclaimed land in Kōtō, Tokyo.

4. The Hi-Fi Murders

In 1974, two men robbing a Hi-Fi store in Odgen, Utah held captive and tormented five individuals. Only two of the captives would survive. Among the sadism levied on the captives were the following, according to Wikipedia:

Violence included a pen being kicked into an ear and the brutal rape of a teenage girl who was later shot in the head. Corrosive drain cleaner was also forcefully given to the hostages causing horrific burns to their mouths and throats.

Not only were they forced to drink drain cleaner but their mouths were then taped shut so they couldn’t spit it out or vomit it up.

One of the victims, Orren Walker, was shot several times, strangled and had a pen kicked into his ear but still survived.

5. The McStay Family

In 2010, in Fallbrook, California, the McStay family (including Joseph McStay, his wife Summer, and their two children), was brutally murdered. The four were then moved by the killer and buried in a shallow grave in the desert but their remains weren’t found until 2013. For three years they’d simply believed to have disappeared.

Forensic evidence showed that all had been beaten to death with a sledgehammer which was found near the family’s remains. Joseph McStay suffered four blows to the head and the family’s youngest child, only four years old, suffered seven. Investigators also believe the family was tortured prior to being killed.

Charles Merritt, McStay’s former business partner has been charged with the family’s murder.

6. James Bulger via Wikipedia

In 1993, in England, two-year-old James Bulger was abducted by two ten-year-olds at the mall while his mother was distracted.

After taking him from the mall, the two boys took Bulger on a two and a half mile walk. At one point they picked Bulger up and dropped him on his head which caused him to have a bump on his head and, according to bystanders, cry.

The two then took him up an embankment and onto a set of railroad tracks where they began torturing him.

More details of the murder according to Wikipedia:

At the trial it was established that at this location, one of the boys threw blue Humbrol modelling paint, which they had shoplifted earlier, into Bulger’s left eye. They kicked and stomped on him, and threw bricks and stones at him. Batteries were placed in Bulger’s mouth. Police believed some batteries may have been inserted into his anus, although none were found there. Finally, a 22-pound (10.0 kg) iron bar, described in court as a railway fishplate, was dropped on him. Bulger suffered ten skull fractures as a result of the iron bar striking his head. Dr. Alan Williams, the case’s pathologist, stated that Bulger suffered so many injuries—42 in total—that none could be isolated as the fatal blow.

Police suspected that there was a sexual element to the crime, since Bulger’s shoes, socks, trousers and underpants had been removed. The pathologist’s report read out in court stated that Bulger’s foreskin had been forcibly retracted.

Before they left him, the boys laid Bulger across the railway tracks and weighted his head down with rubble, in the hope that a train would hit him and make his death appear to be an accident.

After Bulger’s killers left the scene, his body was cut in half by a train. Bulger’s severed body was discovered two days later on 14 February.

7. Amora Bain Carson

Amora Bain Carson, the 13-month-old baby who was tortured to death by her mother’s boyfriend during an “exorcism.” I’ll tell the story by copying some things from each of their appeals. Jesseca Carson was the baby’s mother, and the boyfriend was Blaine Milam. Jessica Carson was sentenced to life, while Blaien Milam was sentenced to death.

WARNING: Graphic Content

“Carson concluded that the child was like ‘Chucky’ or ‘Pet Sematary’ (horror movies) when the “boy dies and comes back to life all evil and stuff” because the child was “biting Blaine to where it was drawing blood on his hands.” After Milam returned to the child, he took a picture of her and gave it to Carson. One of the child’s eyes was stretched and ‘like warped down.’ Carson heard horrible cries from the child as Milam was attempting the exorcism.”

“During the hours involved, Milam had taken the child to a back bedroom in their small dwelling and wedged the door shut. The evidence would allow a jury to conclude that Carson was necessarily aware of what was happening to the child, because she admitted hearing the screams that accompanied such torture and because she saw the child’s deformed head after some time had passed and heard the sounds caused by the blows.”

“They found blood-spatter stains, consistent with blunt force trauma, near the south bedroom. Among the items collected from the south bedroom were: blood-stained bedding and baby clothes; blood-stained baby diapers and wipes; a tube of Astroglide lubricant; and a pair of jeans with blood stains on the lap. DNA testing later showed that Amora’s blood was on these items.”

“As a result of the ‘exorcism’ conducted by Milam, Amora suffered innumerable injuries that led to her death. Forensic evidence showed the child was beaten so severely that the multitude of fractures to her skull connected with each other like a jigsaw puzzle, and her brain was torn and severely damaged. An arm and leg had spiral fractures indicating they were twisted in two, her torso was either struck by a blunt object or squeezed until the ribs and sternum broke, and her body (neck, chest, abdomen, buttocks, both elbows, both forearms, both feet, right arm, left shoulder, left upper arm, left hand, right thigh, and left knee) was riddled with no less than twenty-four distinct bite marks. Her head and face were so scraped and bruised that all the discrete injuries combined into “one giant injury.” Her liver was torn, and her vaginal and anal orifices were so torn that the vagina and rectum were actually connected, an injury the forensic examiner had never seen before. The underside of her tongue was lacerated from blunt force trauma. She was also strangled. Because of all the injuries she sustained, it was not possible to determine which one was the final injury, and no specific, singular cause of death was determinable. Forensic testimony reflected that several of the injuries standing alone would have each been fatal. Police were called several hours later; when they arrived, the child was entirely stiff and in rigor.”

“On December 13th, appellant’s sister, Teresa, went to see appellant in jail. That night, she told her aunt that she ‘was needing to find a way to get back out to the trailer in Tatum’ because “Blaine had told her that she needed to go out there to the trailer to get some evidence out from underneath of it.” The aunt called Sgt. Rogers and told her that “she needed to get out to the trailer immediately, that Teresa was wanting to go out there to get some evidence out from underneath the trailer.”

“Sgt. Rogers immediately obtained a search warrant, crawled under the trailer, and discovered a pipe wrench inside a clear plastic bag. The pipe wrench had been shoved down ‘a hole in the floor of the master bathroom.’ Forensic analysis revealed components of Astroglide on the pipe wrench, the diaper Amora had been wearing, and the diaper and wipes collected from the south bedroom.”

Werner Herzog did an episode of On Death Row about Blaine Milam and the full episode is on YouTube. It has security footage from the pawn shop where they were supposedly pawning a chainsaw to get money for an exorcism (after Amora was already dead) and a gas station, the 911 call, crime scenes photos (not of Amora’s body, of course, just the trailer) and interviews with pretty much everyone involved (except Jesseca Carson). It doesn’t make it any easier… but this case raises a lot of questions and searching online for these kinds of cases can take you horrible places that use Amora for shock value or misrepresent autopsy photos of other unfortunate victims as her (no post-mortem photos of Amora have been released and her autopsy was sealed). Especially since Amora’s case hasn’t been in the MSM very much due to the graphic nature of her death. With Herzog you’re getting quality information on the case coming straight from those involved.

Bonus: 36 Locals Share The Most Horrific True Crimes That Happened In Their Home Towns

1. ��Stacey Castor poisoned her husband and then poisoned her daughter on the daughter’s first day of college. She wrote a fake suicide note for her daughter saying that she had killed her father and was committing suicide because of the guilt. The daughter almost died but recovered from the poison and testified against her mother. They also found out she had poisoned her first husband.”

2. “When I was in 3rd grade I saw a kid get into a police car while I was in chess club. Turns out his father murdered his younger twin sisters by stabbing them to death. Apparently he told them to play hide and seek and murdered them when he found them. When he finally returned to school he got bullied by the shitbag kids at our school, making fun of his dead sisters. He was placed in the custody of his aunt who later committed suicide and he was left in the care of the state after that. That boy’s life was horrible.”

3. “Around 3 years ago, my friend’s father went berserk and killed my friend, his younger brother and his mother, and then proceeded to hang himself. I remember talking to him the week before about a project we had in lit class. His extended family took the project because it was the last thing he worked on before the incident. I had grief counselors talk to me for every class I had with him (Which was almost all of them). Our school still has a Tree and a memorial dedicated to him.”

4.“Probably David Meirhofer’s murders. Among other things he snatched a seven year old girl out of her tent while her family was camping, molested her, then strangled her to death. They caught him because he called her mother to taunt her a year later.”

5. “Neighbors that lived across the road from me were having domestic issues. The wife brings over a box of stuff for us to stash because she is afraid he will steal/burn it. We stash it for her no problem. A week later she is missing, the following week they found her dead, stuffed in a box in his storage unit. He got life. We gave the box of stuff to her daughter.”

6. “Guy beat his pregnant girlfriend to death in front of her kids, then beat her 8 and 6 year old to death. Couldn’t bring himself to beat the 2 year old to death so he threw him in the dryer and turned it on.”

7. “When I was a kid one of my neighbors and his sister murdered their mom by bashing her head in with a real heavy frying pan and then strangled her with the phone cord. (Back when phones had cords) because the mother told the son that he couldn’t take his underage sister out with him to a party. So they killed her and left her body in the closet and then went to the party like nothing happened.”

8. “I live in a (relatively) rural county in England, so we normally don’t have many crimes that you could consider too bad.

About three years ago a 17 year girl I’d met once or twice went missing, she was popular and the community really pulled together in trying to find her. She was also the daughter of a detective who works in our town.

Turns out she was murdered by another lad I’d also met a few times. He was a bit older (22 I think) He seemed okay when I met him, a little cocky but nothing too unusual. He was a photographer who once staged a picture with one of my friends where she was hanging by the neck with a bag on her head. Pretty strange stuff, but I assumed it was all in the name of art.

He’d been rejected by this girl so he lured her to his house on the pretense of taking modelling photos. He strangled her to death when she got there and dumped her body miles away.

Apparently the cops found essays he’d been writing obsessively about her. He’d also taken pictures labelled “before-during-after” of her murder, so it was obviously pre-meditated.

He was given a whole-life sentence (which are very rare in the UK) so chances are he’ll never get to see the light of day again.”

9. “My neighbor that became our family’s friend had a nice step dad. He used to give me rides sometimes. We lived in a bad part of Miami (think inner city, not South Beach) and my nickname there was “smart girl” because I’m the only one in “the hood” that went to college.

Anyway, I moved away and apparently one day my friend’s mom told his step dad she wanted to leave him. He went insane. He grabbed his gun and told her she’s going to die before she leaves or something like that. My friend’s little sister was there too and was crying the whole time (she was like 16). My friend stepped between his step dad and his mom. His step dad told him if he didn’t move he’d kill him too.

He didn’t move. He killed my friend, then the mom. He turned to the little girl and said he couldn’t kill her and that he was so sorry. Then he killed himself.”

10. “The murder of Maddie Clifton. An 8 year old girl went missing in Jacksonville, FL and it became a huge national story in 1998. There was a massive hunt to find her by law enforcement and local residents. Everyone was looking. It’s all anyone talked about. A week into the search, a mother went into her son’s room while he was at school to clean it after the stench coming from it became overwhelming. His waterbed seemed to be leaking. When she looked more closely, she discovered Maddie’s body stuffed inside the pedestal of the bed.

The woman’s son was only 14 years old. He said him and Maddie were playing baseball, and when he hit the ball, it hit Maddie in the eye causing her to bleed. He says he panicked when she wouldn’t stop screaming, and said his father was abusive and was afraid what would happen to him if he she told on him. So, he dragged Maddie inside, stabbed her 11 times and beat her to death with the baseball bat.

Horrible, tragic story.”

11. “A woman murdered an expectant mother and cut the baby out, drove off, then called 911 in an attempt to pass the baby off as her own. I was just off work around that time that night and definitely drove by that exact spot before they found the body. It’s right off the highway. Creepy shit…”

12. “Our neighbor on our street was having an affair and decided it was a good idea to kill her husband then burn the house down so she could be with her pilot boyfriend.

Stupid thing was her boyfriend used to come into one local bar, said he was never that serious about her and that she was clingy, even went so far as to try and get him to be her alibi. All this happened while we were on vacation, weirdest trip home ever.”

13. “If you guys aren’t aware what’s going on in the Philippines. Most drug users/dealers are now being killed by unknown assailants. Just last week we have 2 people dumped near where I live with their heads fully wrapped with tape and hands as well with a cardboard sign saying “I’m a drug dealer. Don’t be like me” (translated from our native language).”

14. “Grew up in a small town north of the bay area, while watching a documentary about Jim Jones my teacher started crying. Found out for several years Jones’s church was in our town (2miles from my house) and after everyone committed ‘suicide’ in Guyana they ran a list of names on the local news. A large number of previous students and their parents were on the list. The shit didn’t go down in my town but a whole generation where I grew up lost friends and family to that guy and the church (with a guard tower) still stands to this day but with a different denomination.”

15. “When I was a baby there was this nice couple that lived down the street from me. No kids, middle aged, average couple. The wife and my mom would talk sometimes – casual pleasant neighborly chatter. Apparently this lady was a total sweetheart and was loved around town.

So one day my mom is driving home, and the couple’s house is surrounded by police cruisers. Turns out the wife commit suicide by shotgun. The problem was – she shot herself twice.

For months they were investigating the husband…they were so close to having the evidence that they needed to nail him for the murder.

One day, my mom and grandma were going to the store. When they left, he was sitting in his driveway in his car. He waved at them as they left. When they get home, there are police and an ambulance outside his house – he was slumped over dead in his car – suicide by carbon monoxide.

They literally saw him as he was killing himself after he killed his wife. Yikes.”

16. “Andrea Yates drowning her five kids. Happened five minutes away and our family still sees her ex husband and his new family on occasion. They’re very nice.”

17. “Let’s see… Where to start? This list doesn’t even include the stuff related to the meth epidemic.

(1990’s) A guy cut another dude into pieces with a carving knife and stashed the body in the deep freezer in his apartment. The police only found them a week later.

(2000’s) A guy got into an argument with their cousin at the club, drove to their house and chucked a firebomb inside. The fire killed all five of their kids, who were home at the time.

(2000’s again) Another guy heard that his estranged parents had a huge life insurance policy in their name. One night, he left home, drove to his parents’ place in Iowa, and killed almost everyone (6 people) with a shotgun, then drove home to eat dinner, while awaiting the news. He was only caught because his 7 year old niece hid in the closet the whole time and she was able to tell who did it.

(2015-now) Several fatal shootings and beatings that have killed a few people. Heroin epidemic.

Oh also, Michael Swango AKA “Dr. Death”, a serial killer known for poisoning victims (4-60; true number unknown), worked as an EMT around the area here in the 80’s.

So, yeah, Central Illinois is just low-key slang for ‘Trevor Philips country’.”

18. “Just happened this month, a mother of a one month old punched her baby to death because she was tired of feeding it. She then blamed the father. Fucked up.”

19. “Whitey here. I live in a small south east town. Back in the 80’s the town was still pretty segregated school wise. Where the railroad tracks once ran through town, was the diving line. South side of the railroad was probably 99.9% black. My backyard fence was part of that dividing line. When I was 10, my parents fostered a black boy my age. He lived in my neighborhood, played on my baseball team. His dad went to prison up in NY and the boy lived with us for 4 years. He moved back when his dad got out. But 30 years later, we still tell people we are brothers.

‘D’ taught me a lot about black community. Especially about times when crimes are committed and the whole black community knows who did it. But don’t tell because “fuck the police” or retaliation from the criminal.

we lived 2 blocks from the closest convenience store/arcade. People walking to the store from the south side of the tracks, walked by my house. It wasn’t the wild west or anything. We may not have gone to the same school sometimes, but we only had 1 recreation department so we played sports together. So we always saw people we knew at the store.

But there was this one guy. For the late 80’s this dude was pretty out and flamboyant when it came to being gay. Remember those 70’s and 80’s short shorts with the stripe. If you hung em just right, your balls were exposed.

Anyway, dude used to walk up and down the street, short short, flip flops, tank top t shirt, medium size afro, and usually sucking on a sucker. He was very friendly. He would stop and talk. He acted like he was a girl. He was alright. My sister and her friend were nice to him. He stopped and talked to them if they were ever about.

Fast Forward. So the dude is found in the bathroom at the ballfield. He had been murdered. Just fucked up big time. Beat to hell and back. And the story every one has head as an urban legend before. They had cut his dick off and put it in his mouth. His balls were in his hand and a broom stick had been shoved in his ass.

No suspects.

Year later, out in the county, a white sherriff’s deputy off duty from another county happens to be in our jurisdiction, checking on his parents’ house. Happens to catch 2 black guys robbing the house. He shoots and kills both after a scuffle.

Oddly enough, under routine drug test, because of the shooting, cocaine shows up on his system. This story is really fishy. Investigation goes on for a long time. The cops finally drop the case, declare it self defense or what have.

This is where my foster brother ‘D’ comes into play. Years later. We’re in our 20’s, shooting the shit and somehow bring up the murder of the gay dude. I was like, ‘I can’t believe they never solved that case.’

D was like what you talking about? Everybody knew who did it. What? He asked, ‘remember the 2 black dudes the off duty cop killed breaking into his parents house?’

Yea I remember that.

Well those were the dudes that did it. Everybody in the “hood” knew it was them. They were always terrorizing everybody. And the house they were breaking into and got caught? Drug deal. Those 2 dudes were dealing drugs, and that white guy, off duty sheriff deputy from another county. Shot em in the middle of the deal.

So two drug dealers/murderers are murdered by a crooked cop, but in the end, I don’t really consider that justice for our friendly neighborhood gay boy that probably never hurt a flea in his 20 years of life.

You may not have any love for ‘the man’ or ‘the police’ but how can a community be silent when innocent people are hurt?”

20. “Second week in my new apartment and my neighbor gets robbed and stabbed. I heard the whole encounter and was the one that called the cops.”

21. “I was emancipated really young. I just moved into emergency housing commission and had to sleep in the lounge room because it had the only light bulb and I’m scared of the dark.

For anyone not in Australia Housing Commission is cheap units or houses owned by the government and rented to disadvantaged people. Mostly junkies and welfare bludgers.

Anyway I was sleeping in the lounge room which had the front door attached when I hear the most blood curling screams.

One junkie had poured boiling water over another chick, stabbed her repeatedly and cut off one of her tits.

I was laying maybe 10 meters away.”

22. “A child was raped and murdered. Guy was arrested and he was killed within 24 hours of being arrested and in a community cell of like 6 inmates instead of segregation he died and no one in the cell seen it.”

23. “I only remember some of the details as I was on holidays at the time and only heard second hand what happened. So a guy who lived around the corner had an argument with his wife over something, got pissed off and then shot her. People heard the gunshot and called the police, which prompted him to run away in his car down the main road about 2km to his parents house where he got into their gun locker, killed his parents and then had a standoff with the police that lasted a couple of hours and ending in him shooting himself.”

24. “We had a group of people who would pretend to be the cops, dressed in all black and wore ski masks and stuff, knock on your door, say they had a warrant, and if you opened it up, they would force their way in and rob you.

This went on for months, like, month after month after month. They decided they were above the law, so their crimes kept getting worse and worse, one of their later houses they beat an old man until he had jaw, facial, and skull fractures so bad he had to have a life flight to a major trauma center where he had emergency surgery. The next old couple they killed.

They were sure the local police couldn’t do anything, the newspaper even said the police had nothing to go on, and it just kept getting worse. One of their last home invasions, they just killed the homeowner as he opened the door for absolutely no reason.

I realized that if someone had defended themselves earlier in the chain of criminality, things never would have reached this point. I ended up getting a Ring Video Doorbell and a Strikemaster II door reinforcements for each external door. I keep firearms in electronic safes ready to use at any moment. Nothing like that is going to happen to my family.”

25. “There was a family in the area I used to live in and I played soccer with the middle daughter. It was three girls — two were adults and one was still in high school — and the parents. The parents were very religious, the mother especially, and they had a lot of beliefs that I (and many people) found…strange.

The eldest daughter (whose name I don’t recall) had a serious mental illness that she managed perfectly well when she lived out of home. She had a job, had a decent life and all was well. The relationship she was in fell apart and she had to move back home for financial reasons. One of the rules her parents had was that she wasn’t to take her meds anymore because they weren’t what they considered ‘godly.’

Things deteriorated over time and the parents continued to withhold her medications. Now, I have a chronic mental illness myself and without my meds things descend into chaos quite quickly so I can’t imagine what it would’ve been like for her with her illness being more serious than mine. Her parents were told by their church to pray over her and everything would be ok.

As I’m sure you can imagine things were not ok. She lost her tenuous grip on reality and became unstable. She attacked her family while doing battle with a series of hallucinations that were telling her awful things about her parents and sisters. She took a sharp kitchen knife and went after her youngest sister (the middle one that I knew wasn’t home at the time) and stabbed her to death in the kitchen. Her father kept trying to defend his youngest child while trying to settle the eldest and he sustained serious injuries. The eldest followed him when he ran from the house to get help and she caught him from behind and stabbed him multiple times in the neck. He died on the front lawn. The mother was injured as well but appeared not to be the target of the eldest daughter’s hallucinations and she managed to survive.

The girl was taken down by tasers when the police arrived — they were called by neighbours who heard the commotion — and she was sent to a high security facility where she still is now. She was very obviously not in control of herself at the time so she avoided criminal charges and the mother moved away from the area.

I feel for the mother most; she essentially lost her whole family. The youngest and her husband had been killed and the middle child moved away eventually too, changing her surname when she got married and chose to disconnect from her mother. I know she blames her mum for what happened because she was the one who withheld the medication. I can imagine that the mum blames herself too.

When that happened it helped my mum to put my illness into perspective — if I’m treated properly, everything will be alright. It was a “there, but for the grace of God, go we” moment.

That was the worst crime that happened in our area for quite a while. Years before that there was a massacre (the Milperra Masacre, if you want to google it) between rival biker gangs who had, and continue to have, a presence in that particular suburb. Since then there was a child drowned during an exorcism after parents were told by a priest (or something) that the kid had a demon inside him and trying to force it out was the only way to save him…he was going through puberty, that’s all.”

26. “The kidnapping of Michael Dunahee. He is still just considered missing but its been 20+ years. You’d have to be pretty optimistic to believe he didn’t meet a horrible fate. He was just a small boy when taken and the incident absolutely ROCKED My small crime free city. It changed everything…parents kept a much more careful eye on us kids..many of our freedoms were taken away…I still feel sick when i think about what horrible things must’ve happened to that poor boy.”

27. “Growing up two brothers murdered their parents and put them in bags in the Attic. They did this because their parents would not let them go to a party nor own a cell phone, this was when cell phone were just becoming affordable for the upper middle class.”

28. “DEA bust next door, serial killers dumping ground five minutes from my house, and Sandy hook is within a 30 minutes drive.”

29. “We sold our house when I was 9 and moved a few miles away. The couple we sold the house to was nice enough, but a little odd. I don’t even know what it was, but even I noticed they were weird, and I was a little kid.

Fast forward about 12 years. I’m in college and these people have a son themselves. One day the man cornered his wife in the dining room and blew her head off with a shotgun. They had been having marital trouble prior to that but I’m not sure what exactly set him off. Kind of creepy to know that happened in my old house.”

30. “The girl who got stabbed by the two slenderman girls? My second cousin. My younger siblings actually played with her 2 weeks prior at a family gathering. Crazy.”

31. “Some kid beat another to kid to death with a bat over an argument that had to do with something related to weed. Mind you the population in my town is like 8,000. This was crazy.”

32. “Well, we’ve got a serial killer running around now – he’s killed seven people so far. (Referring to the current serial killer loose in Phoenix, Arizona).”

33. “I live in Downtown Dallas. I was packing for an international trip the night of the police shooting. I took note of the crowds after work and just made a mental note to “stay inside for awhile” after I got home. It wasn’t until I walked downstairs to get some tacos at around 10pm and a couple cops with sniper rifles were posted up in our lobby and told me to “get the fuck back upstairs, we are on lockdown!” that I realized some shit went down. What I witnessed that night and the following day really changed my perspective on a lot. They didn’t show the majority of it on the news. I have always been very supportive and stood behind a lot of social movements…but there is zero excuse for a 14 year old to spit on a cop, tell me I was a “Mexican bitch” that he “ought to rape,” loot a 7-11, or do any of the insane things that I saw.”

34. The Snowtown, Australia Murders

“In my city some guys went around torturing people to death and then dissolved their bodies in vats of acid. But they used the wrong type of acid (Not strong enough) and people complained of a foul smell, so the police investigated and found semi-liquified remains in barrels.”

35. “Two people ordered a pizza and killed the teenage driver because they wanted to know what it was like to kill a man.”

36. “The 10 mile radius around my childhood home is like catnip to serial killers and evil. BTK dumped one of his victims in a ditch a mile away from my house (before I was born,) the Carr Brothers murdered a group of 5 people in the soccer field 4-5 miles from my home (6th one survived because she wore a metal hair clip that caused the bullet to ricochet away from her head,) A man molested small children on the same street, the old lady that hated us kids ended up murdered by her own son (my mom was the one to find her since she started to smell the decomposing body and a family member asked her if she was willing to go in for her.)

Tons of crimes that never were recorded, gunshots going off in the dead of night, a scream that suddenly got cut short, we were just told to lay on the floor while my father paced the house with a shotgun until he felt it was safe.”

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Magazine M Podcast, episode 22: Kyungsoo focus

[slight spoilers for Room No. 7. With the Gods; some parts omitted for length]

Host 1: Today, our podcast feature is on actor Do Kyungsoo. Host 2: Ah, please say it’s on Room No. 7! 1: Yes, we’ll talk a little about Room No. 7, but we’ll be sharing what we know about actor Do Kyungsoo. I asked Nahyeon [Host 2] how we should go about this because she’d recently interviewed him for a Magazine M cover, while I interviewed Shin Hakyun, and I remember laughing when I saw she sent me a wall of text that really felt full of fondness for him. 2: (laughs) 1: I heard this was your third time meeting him?  2: Yes. I haven’t been in the field for that long, so it’s hard for me to meet again with people I’ve worked with. For him, I’d seen him for Unforgettable in Goheung and another time for a cover interview. This would be the third time, for Room No. 7. I’ve felt from the beginning, when interviewing him for Unforgettable in Goheung, that he really loves movies, has from a young age. There are people who rewatch movies over and over thinking it would be interesting to direct one. When he told me he watched The Revenant twice, I asked him if he saw more the second time around. He replied that it was really engaging to see why the director made his choices, why the scenes were made the way they were. 1: With a little time, might we even see director Do Kyungsoo? (laughs) 2: Nobody knows! But we can’t rule it out, if that’s how he watches movies.

1: So this time you met him for Room No. 7. Ah, before we talk about how well Do Kyungsoo acted - it surprised me to see his hair gone when I went on site for the interviews, like he’d been drafted (laughs).  2: He was drafted! For Swing Kids, director Kang Hyungcheol’s film. He shaved his hair off for it because he’s playing a tap-dancing North Korean soldier, but even with such short hair he’s still like a pretty chestnut.  1: The shape of his head is pretty.  2: And his ears!  1: I’d just watched Room No. 7, and I was surprised - his image on the set was pretty different from Taejeong’s. He was practicing tap-dancing before they started taking pictures, and showing it to Shin Hakyun.

1: After watching all the projects he’d been in, I kept thinking that his greatest strength as an actor are his eyes. When I asked Shin Hakyun what he thought, he talked about his eyes too. Honest eyes. Whether he was staring at someone or at the screen, I’ve often heard from those in the audience that his eyes were very sincere and lovely.  2: They are very deep. So there’s a strength or charisma in them, because he expresses a lot through them. They leapt out at me when I first watched First Snow. They’re a huge asset to him in acting. A gem.

1: This is something you’ve said to me before, but when he’s D.O. of EXO, he sings really well too. A main vocal. We can’t not talk about his voice. Like when he was quietly angry in the film, things like that, his voice was quite nice.  2: Director Lee Eunhee brought it up before me, that it’s half sound and half air, a soft voice suited for melos. That sunk in for me when I was listening to my sound recordings.  1: (laughs) Replaying recordings of actors with nice voices is a happy time for us journalists.  2: I was really happy. It felt like such a waste to keep the recordings to myself. And he’s one of those people with a calm and quiet way of talking. Even when he gets excited about a movie and his voice gets higher he’ll go no further than, “Ah, right! That was really good!”  1: Let me listen to the recordings later. I’m curious. (laughs) 2: (laughs) I can share them with you on Kakaotalk. 1: I’ll give them a listen.

1: Something that made me think he’s really good at acting is that - he’s in EXO, and at first glance he gives the appearance that he doesn’t know much hardship. But as an actor, he focuses completely on the character. He’s taken on very difficult roles. Dark and difficult characters that he expressed in a real, believable manner in Cart, Brother - and in Room No. 7 too, as a student buried in debt and has no choice but to do bad things.  2: Taejeong is a character with a lot of baggage. He keeps studying music and making demo tapes for his dream. Whenever he mails out a demo tape, he frets over whether or not to put a four-leaf clover sticker on them; he has an innocent side. But he needs money and will assist seedy people in exchange for their help. He smokes, has a tattoo. He’s layered, but not in an over-obvious way. We see all that in Taejeong’s character. I think Do Kyungsoo digested the character well. This interview, I asked him again how he approached characters without having lived the same life, and his answer was the same as always. That no matter how different they were from each other, they still have many facets to them. He’ll keep drawing on them until the character and the human have middle ground, then he’ll flesh that out. He said that he really enjoys that part of his job, and that in Room No. 7′s case, Taejeong’s character came very easily to him. 1: Maybe because Taejeong is older and familiar to him through his actor, singer, or other friends.

1: Could SME have known Do Kyungsoo would be such an acting prodigy? (laughs) 2: To be honest, I had an interview with Kangin a while ago. After it finished, he looked at a picture of Do Kyungsoo that was up in our studio and said nobody knew D.O. would be so good at acting. It caught everyone off guard. 1: He’s very busy as an idol. A movie is about to release, he’s filming another one, EXO is working on a new album, and they’re preparing a new concert tour as well. He must be so busy.  2: You know people who are truly swamped? He had the eyes of someone who was, so I asked him if he was alright at our interview and he said that this was the busiest he’s been since debut. 1: I’ve noticed while on the same set with him is that he’s really good about walking around. The majority of celebrities stay in their waiting room or something similar, but he was outside to chat with the staff, to greet Shin Hakyun, to socialize and to wander.  2: He walked in alone for our Unforgettable interview. He didn’t have his manager and was wearing a backpack and glasses, and said ‘hello’ as he entered. (laughs) He looked so much like a college student that I wondered if it was really him. When I asked him why he was alone, he said the car was looking for parking. That’s his style.  1: It was seriously nice to see. 2: It’s beautiful.

1: Do you have anything else you’d like to share from your interviews with him? 2: Anything else? I have several. When I asked him about what he wanted or liked to do, like a hobby, he said tap-dancing. Then I asked him for something completely unrelated to work, so he said cooking, lately. I asked him for details and he said he’d been making a lot of braised fish, braised dishes nowadays.  1: Oh my, that kind of home cooking? Not stuff like pasta? 2: Yes, he follows his mother’s recipes or looks them up. He’d recently invited over all the EXO members to cook for them and recited the menu in detail to me: byeongeo-jorim, tteokgalbi, stir-fried rice. (laughs) A guy who’d make braised fish - I thought that was remarkable. 1: He seems able to do anything. 2: He likes eating a lot too but it makes him feel even better to see others enjoy his food, which was even more heartwarming. I was amazed that this boy, this young man had that kind of heart. Do Kyungsoo has an incredibly amicable, balanced personality. 

1: It’s surprising how much he changes to get in-character for the camera. He seems to have a good sense for that. When I interviewed Shin Hakyun, he said there were quite a few ad-libs in Room No. 7. Actors might mention them ahead of time but not in detail. But whenever he made one, Do Kyungsoo would receive it well. This isn’t a spoiler, but there’s a scene where the two eat pizza together after a fight. 2: (laughs) That one was really funny. 1: In that scene, Shin Hakyun keeps pestering Taejeong and that was apparently an ad-lib. (laughs) Taejeong seemed genuinely annoyed. Shin Hakyun was pleased with how Do Kyungsoo would go along with him. 2: Their fights were like that too, all the swinging and throwing. I said that if two actors could do that, that must mean they trusted each other a lot, and Do Kyungsoo said yes he did, very much.  1: We haven’t interviewed the director yet but will soon. That he was able to cast Shin Hakyun and Do Kyungsoo - 2: He said he couldn’t even imagine it, before. A lot of people are looking forward to this movie because they’d watched 10 Minutes. Everyone who had watched it enjoyed it, Do Kyungsoo included. 1: Room No. 7 is another movie that takes place in a cramped space. It has a lot to chew on, social commentary that many will relate to. We both enjoyed it very much. The actors’ performance as well. The young feeling Do Kyungsoo gave... 2: Ah, my heart hurts for Taejeong. 1: He’s an actor now. We honestly don’t meet idols often, as film journalists. But he’s the actor we look forward to more than any other actor.  2: He’s just good at it. Dooshik is a man of action while Taejeong is an observer. To be honest, it’s easier to act as the former than the latter in a movie. But he pulls it off. With the level of detail he showed, I got the impression he puts a lot of thought into his performances. But he’s not calculating either. Can I say that he’s not very good at explaining himself with words? I feel bad for it but sometimes I have to ask him if he could elaborate some more on an answer, that it could make writing an article a little bit easier. And he’d say that he doesn’t know how to say it in words. He’s apologetic about it and tries his best. When I see that, it makes me think he’s not method acting but takes a mixed approach, uses his imagination too. It makes for a solid, level style. Something I hope for is more bright roles. I know in With the Gods, his character is a soldier who had died a tragic death in the source work.  1: Do you think Swing Kids will be happier?  2: It’s by Kang Hyungcheol, it has dancing and music. We can hope. 1: Just imagine how well he’ll do. 2: I did ask him that even if he dances to choreography, is tap dancing not hard? And he said no, it was like learning a new instrument. 1: If you’re someone who likes to learn new things, no wonder. 2: He said it’s so fun he could die. I said out loud without meaning to that he had so many talents. Acting, singing, dancing, cooking... 1: I hope he can keep acting for us. There’s no need for the idol title anymore. I hope to interview him too. I’ve only heard a bunch of things about him.  2: Though I don’t think he’s the type of person who can talk at length about something. In my experience with him, I had to keep asking him questions on a topic to get fuller answers. 

2: Writer Noh Heekyung is quite fond of him too.  1: It really sort of feels like with every movie, he converts the writer or director or reviewers into fans.  2: Yeah, it’s amazing. There’s a part of me that loves successful idols-turned-actors like Im Siwan and Do Kyungsoo. All I ask for is that they film more projects. 1: We both cheer for them to keep going when we see them. We look forward to seeing more of Do Kyungsoo and hope to see a lot of attention on Room No. 7, which is opening on the 15th. Our magazine’s feature for it will release on the 17th. Shin Hakyun and Do Kyungsoo are both in it, and the pictures turned out very nicely. This was all we had prepared for today. Please leave us your thoughts on today’s feature and Do Kyungsoo. We look forward to the next time!

source: podbbang (from 17:10 to 51:10)| translation: fydk

[soul-music-is-life]

More About Me Than You’ll Probably Ever Want to Know...

Came across this questionnaire at the bottom of my drafts (right beneath a thread I started ages ago titled “PLL plotholes that were never resolved” that I plan to finish before the world ends) and since it’s another sleepless night and I need something to occupy my brain, I figured...why not?

1) Do you have a good relationship with your parents? This would be the first fucking question. I have re-evaluated how much I used to take them for granted. Nothing like a family tragedy to slap some sense into your head.

2) Who did you last say “I love you” to? My mom. Or my dad. Probably both of them. Or it may have been one of my friends who called to check up on me. Hell, I’m just saying it to everyone at this point. Because you just never know, man.

3) Do you regret anything? Regrets are just lessons learned. And I could write an entire school decade of lesson plans with what I’ve learned.

4) Are you insecure? “You’re insecure. Don’t know what for. You’re turning heads when you walk through the dooooor…” Jesus, I just started singing a One Direction song. What the fuck is wrong with me?

5) What is your relationship status? Single, cuz don’t nobody want this crazy dorky mess.

6) How do you want to die? Happy. So the key to immortality is to be all emo.

7) What did you last eat? Salted milk chocolate caramel. Actually, I think that’s the only thing I’ve eaten all day.

8) Played any sports? Awkwardly and badly.

9) Do you bite your nails? It’s a horrible habit I’ve had since I was a child.

10) When was your last physical fight? I do get distracted and run myself into the wall a lot, does that count? I may have done it ten minutes ago.

11) Do you like someone? I like a lot of someones. No, I’m not a whore. I just like people.

12) Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? Ha. Hahahahahaha, I am an insomniac whose mother is currently in the ICU. I’m going for the record of staying up for 48 days.

13) Do you hate anyone at the moment? Mostly myself, because I’m really good at self-loathing, especially when I’m editing my writing. Which I’m doing tonight.

14) Do you miss someone? My mom. I miss her annoying me constantly with her stupid emojis and talking to me about our TV shows and just being ridiculous in general.

15) Have any pets? I have a very bossy cat.

16) How exactly are you feeling at the moment? The weather is being a bitch, so my head is currently about to explode.

17) Ever made out in the bathroom? Public or private? Because, like, ew, public toilets are filled with so many disgusting germs that the last thing I want to do in there is roll around in those germs. Private? No comment. Heh.

18) Are you scared of spiders? No. I rescue them when I find them, because my hatred for mosquitoes far outweighs any fear I might have and they eat mosquitoes. So, house spiders and I are homies. But Brown Recluse and Black Widows? I’ll burn those motherfuckers to death.

19) Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? The older I get the more I answer yes to this.

20) Where was the last place you snogged someone? Ohhh, a Brit came up with this questionnaire and I just love that. And actually, to answer the question, I’m not really sure. I haven’t dated in a while.

21) What are your plans for this weekend? Read. Write. Pretend reality isn’t real. Maybe I’ll remember to eat and sleep. Who knows?

22) Do you want to have kids? How many? Yes, but I don’t know how many. Depends on how much I like the first one I guess. *glances at future first born, puts weight of world on that child’s shoulders*

23) Do you have piercings? How many? Yes. I think. Maybe. It’s been a while since I’ve worn earrings, but I’m pretty sure they’re still pierced.

24) What is/are/were your best subject(s)? Lunch and recess. I was great at sneaking food off to the playground and then hiding from my teachers. My teachers hated me.

25) Do you miss anyone from your past? I do.

26) What are you craving right now? Relaxation. But since that’s not happening, I’m just gonna go for like…pizza or something instead. Take THAT arteries!

27) Have you ever broken someone’s heart? Not intentionally.

28) Have you ever been cheated on? Yes.

29) Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? I don’t think so, because unlike Shonda Rhimes and George RR Martin I don’t need the tears of my relationships to survive.

30) What’s irritating you right now? Adulting. Just being an adult in general. It’s so hard. I want to go back to the days where I was stealing from the cafeteria and hiding on the playground.

31) Does somebody love you? I like to think so.

32) What is your favourite color? Purple and royal blue.

33) Do you have trust issues? Majorly.

34) Who/what was your last dream about? My mom.

35) Who was the last person you cried in front of? My neighbor. We hugged it out. She is good people.

36) Do you give out second chances too easily? I do not. See the question about trust issues.

37) Is it easier to forgive or forget? Neither, unless you have memory problems, then I guess it’s easier to forget.

38) Is this year the best year of your life? *guffaws, falls over laughing* 2018 and I are having creative differences and I have decided that it’s best for the both of us if we just mutually split.

39) How old were you when you had your first kiss? Five. Ah, playground shenanigans.

40) Have you ever walked outside completely naked? Is that…are you not supposed to? *whistles while carefully backpedaling to room to put on clothes* Come on, I live in the south where it gets hotter than Satan’s butthole in the summer.

41) Favourite food? Chocolate. Tomatoes. Not together, of course. Ew. Although… *leaves to try something* …nope ‘ew’ was right.

42) Do you believe everything happens for a reason? You know, I like to believe so, but there are just some things I’m not so sure about. Like…Beiber. Why? Don’t @ me.

43) What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? I never went to bed. See the question about staying up for 48 hours/days.

44) Is cheating ever okay? Personally, I don’t believe in it, but I’m not going to judge anyone for how they choose to live their lives. Just wrap your tool when you do.

45) Are you mean? I’m a sarcastic asshole, so that can be taken as mean sometimes, I guess.

46) How many people have you fist fought? I have lost count. I did not grow up in a stable neighborhood.

47) Do you believe in true love? Call me an idiotic dreamer, but I do.

48) Favourite weather? This is a trick question, because no matter what I say mother nature is going to attack me. Winter = black icy death. Summer = death by heat. Spring = death by tornadoes. Hmm, maybe Fall is the way to…nope, Fall = leaf piles of fiery death.

49) Do you like the snow? I do. But do we get snow? No. We get 8 fucking inches of ice.

50) Do you wanna get married? Maybe some day.

51) Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? Eh, I could take it or leave it.

52) What makes you happy? My TV. My TV understands me.

53) Would you change your name? I would consider it. I would consider changing literally everything about me. I’m going to start a new life in Canada where no one knows me. I will adopt a moose.

54) Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? If it was, why would I have kissed that person in the first place?

55) Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? “Listen, when my (future) husband dies, you and I can get a condo at the beach and grow old together like we planned, and oh, wait a second, you just started plotting my (future) husband’s death, didn’t you? Well, let’s just skip that then. I don’t feel like burying any bodies.”

56) Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? I do. He’s a good homie to have. Listen, I’m here to tell you, if you can’t be your true self around someone (regardless if they are the opposite or the same sex) then they may not be as good a friend as you think. Just be you.

57) Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? See above question about my good homie to have.

58: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? You know, considering neither my dad, nor I, are good with talking about our emotions and shit, the fact that my mom has been in the hospital for over a month has spawned some really in depth conversations. And my best friend, because my best friend just gets me. We all need that Thelma to our Louise to keep us from hot-rodding a car over a cliff. You find you your partner in crime and you hold on to them.

59) Do you believe in soulmates? Absolutely. Mine is just apparently lost as hell.

60) Is there anyone you would die for? Many people. I would throw myself in front of many buses for many people. But to be fair I’d also throw myself in front of a bus to get out of paying my student loans. And to get away from the current government. And to just finally get some goddamn sleep.

Alright, I’ll quit flooding your feed with my nonsense now. Hope I entertained at least one of you. Peace out.