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ratwife77 · 5 months ago

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well if you're ok with itt

darry and twobit getting into a physical fight (bc greasers), darry realizing he liked taking his anger out on him, and promptly feeling like the worst person alive for like a week and can't even look at twobit even tho he doesnt care and is back joking around like an hour after the fight LOL

Just letting you know my fight scenes aren’t great so it’s gonna start with the aftermath of it, also I’m sorry in advance idk how Dallas got involved here and there is a minor minor oc also this may be put on ao3, this is a sort of rough draft subject to change, I hope you enjoy

What on Earth is the matter with me, I thought, sure I was nuts. Of course I’d fought before, but it was only for pride. I didn’t just like hurting people. But when Two-Bit and I were going at it, I felt angry. Not at him, but I was taking it out on him, there was no doubt about it. Looking over at him, cackling over his own joke, I knew that he was probably just hiding feeling bad. He hid plenty under witty comments and put-on smiles. My gut twisted at that, and I couldn’t look at him anymore, feeling sick with myself as I washed the dishes. Cleaning up gave me plenty of time to think about all I’d done, and I just clenched my fists harder the more I thought about it.

When he eventually left, I was still trying to rationalize it all, but I figured I at least owed him a goodbye. “Bye, Two-Bit.”

He called one back and headed off.

It was messed up, feeling glad that he was gone, but I was. I couldn’t bear facing him. My buddy, who I enjoyed hurting. Ain’t that just awful? But I did have to go to bed and be ready for work in the morning, so I tried to sleep. My mind was racing, though, and sleep just wasn’t coming no matter how hard I tried. Deciding that I may as well be productive while I was awake, I sat at the table and paid the bills that I’d been planning on doing tomorrow. It took me an hour or two longer than usual, though, because I couldn’t focus like I wanted.

When I’d finally finished, I laid back down and shut my eyes, finally passing out, exhausted. Thank the Lord, I got up on time and got to work with no trouble. Robert, a guy from the roofing business, probably five years older than me, said, “You don’t look too good. You okay?”

I cursed myself for being so obvious. “Right as rain, thanks for asking.”

Carefully, I made myself at least look right, though I couldn’t get myself to stop thinking about the mess with Two. Damn it, I thought, I’m the worst person in Tulsa.

I went on thinking like that for a good week or so, but one night, Dally came to our house, looking for a place to lay over for the night. Letting him in, I asked if he was hungry, telling him we had leftovers. He gave me a real funny look. “I’m starving.” Slowly, he looked over me, looking like he was about to say something. I grabbed a plate from the counter, then pulled out the leftovers, fixing him some. For a moment, I was distracted, focusing on helping him.

“Darry, you look like you’ve been through the mill.” Blunt as ever, he had his eyebrows scrunched together and I felt bare. Usually, I held it together, but nothing weighed me down more than worry and guilt. At least Pony hadn’t noticed, I guess. But now, I’m not sure if he just wasn’t sure about asking. Soda had asked, and he looked worried, but I brushed him off.

I hadn’t answered quick enough, accidentally giving myself away. “You haven’t looked right since we were all over last week.. Ain’t ya been eatin’ and sleepin’?”

“Sure I have, Dally.”

“What is it, then? You’re Superman, you can’t be like this over nothin’.”

Eventually, he wore me down enough to tell him. I think he thought I was being ridiculous.

But he insisted, “Shoot, it’s a good way to blow off steam. Me and Tim do it all the time.” As if he could see my hesitation, he continued, “You ought to calm down. It ain’t a big deal. Buddies fight sometimes, keeps us sane.”

I realized that I’d taken it too seriously, and I’d been too hard on myself. Slowly, it became easier to look at Two-Bit and to roughhouse.

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Also I would’ve done Tim instead of Dally but honestly it would have been wayyyy out of character so I think this is better quality

#the outsiders #ao3 fanfic #fanfic #darry curtis #dallas winston

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decembermoonskz · 2 years ago

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I’m back with more bounty hunter bullshit but much longer this time AHA :)

tw : violence, death, killing, mentions of weapons (specifically guns, knives and a katana), kinda suggestive? not really it's more like there's sensual tension for like a minute but nothing happens at all

so to kind of work on chan more, the only thing different about him in this compared to gfx is that I take the “fxck” off his cheek (that was a stylistic choice lol)

still I like to think he’d get like a cool tat or smth across the back of his left shoulder hehe and it’s like significant to the story but just don’t know how yet

ANYWAYS THO I’LL GET DISTRACTED ABOUT CHRIS SHOULDERS IF I THINK ABOUT IT TO MUCH HA HA

to pick up where we left off, now chan’s been seen on the job for the first time in his whole time doing this, and on top of that, he faltered in killing someone, which he’s never done before.

he wasn't even sure why which was the most frustrating part. it could've been bc he could see that mc was uncomfortable in the situation and in a way he was doing them a favor; it could be because mc had technically saved his life from that big goon twice his size; maybe it was simply an instinct, because he couldn't deny, mc was very beautiful. he only groaned in frustration at himself for his fuck up.

the only thing he could be happy about was that anyone who did happen to see his whole face - aside from mc - had died. so no one would be sure it was him. that lurking itch bothered him though, mc could easily rat him out, and so he knew he wouldn't rest easy until he cleaned up the mess he'd made.

he had felix do some digging and so he went to find mc, only thing was that they were no longer at that mafia's base. which means they were either killed by the mafia - potentially framed for chan's dirty work - or they escaped. for some reason, chan hoped it was the latter.

felix tried to see if he could find anything both on the normal net and the dark web, but it was hard, it was as if you weren't on the radar at all. this only served to confuse chan more and more. just who were you then?

when he retraced his steps of the mission last night, he noticed the window he broke through hadn't been fixed when he looked at the building. he squatted on the rooftop of the building across the way and he mulled over his thoughts, replaying the mission. nothing out of the ordinary, he got his mark, he killed the witnesses, but missed you, he remembered how soft and fragile your eyes seemed, like jewels so delicate they could break. you were wearing some sort of traditional garb for your family and your face was covered in some sort of makeup, you seemed like the typical heir of the mafia. he hadn't expected you to help him though, there was way too much he didn't know.

suddenly he felt his hairs stand on his body and felix cries out for him to "look out!" through his microchip and he dodges just barely from a sword slicing the air where his head was moments ago.

when he dodges and rolls away he eyes someone who has come for him. unfortunately they have a mask on, a full mask unlike chan’s, much to his annoyance. “if you’re gonna kill me, at least lose the mask, I at least wanna look my killer in the eyes.”

the person didn't say a word, just got into a stance with their crimson red katana, their outfit was skin-tight, leggings that offered mobility, and a vest top that hugged their frame perfectly. he noticed how it scooped down their back and revealed all that skin behind, chan would be lying if he wasn't tempted to take a peek. their mask design was that of a kitsune, and it hid their emotions well, even he had trouble reading their language through movements alone.

their fight is intense, but it’s not as if anyone else would be witness to it. chan dodged the assailant’s katana, but they were fast, chan barely had time to draw his gun, so he settled for the two knives who were his companions since he started doing this work. they fought and fought, and impressively enough the mystery person landed a nick on chan’s arm. he knew it was time to get serious.

now going all out he was beginning to overwhelm his assailant and soon, with massive amounts of force, he knocked the blade out of their hand before backing them against the wall on the rooftop, both knives crossed over their neck, effectively trapping them.

“you lose, sweetheart.”

the person didn’t say a word, only panting after all of the exertion. they made no attempt to resist or escape chan’s hold at all, and chan almost felt disappointed, this was the first real fight he’d had, even with that goon nearly killing him it’s not as if he’d had any skill and died easily after chan broke free. but no, this person had sent a thrill down his spine like lightning.

was chan sick for being somewhat interested in a person who tried to kill him? maybe. but he’s pretty sure he’s been at least a little sick in the head since starting this job

“as expected, you are just as skilled as before.”

the person put their hands up in surrender and spoke softly, “I’m at your mercy, in truth I only wish to talk.”

at his mercy. oh goodness those words were a little too powerful because the effect they had on chan was… something left for later to sort out. chan knew better than to move though, instead he leaned in on the person a bit, their faces inches away.

“if you wanted to talk, killing me wouldn’t have been in your best interest, love.”

“I know my skill level, you were holding back at the start.”

chan was admitted surprised at how leveled they sounded, like they knew this would be the result. it didn’t read on his face though, and he just waited for them to continue.

“I have a job for you, but I need someone skilled and after seeing you in action, I’m sure it has to be you. whatever your price, I’ll pay it.”

chan listened, and he hummed, slightly tightening his grip on his knives, he could’ve broken skin on their neck, but it was a little too pretty for that he thought briefly. “I don’t come cheap, love, what do you have to offer me?”

“whatever amount you want for incentive is fine, but I'll just tell you, what you'll be after is one of the biggest marks an assassin such as yourself would be after. the reward will have you living comfortably for the rest of your life I’m sure.”

“oh really?” chan leans even closer, his mask fabric nearly touching the person’s mask, he could've cut their tension with one of his knives, he was so eager to rip their mask off and see who they really were.

there was no need for that, as the person lifted their hand, unafraid of chan's knives at their throat and removed their mask with a tap to their temple. chan's eyes widened as he saw who he was staring at.

yup mc, except, unlike before where they were covered in makeup and thick, heavy traditional garb, they were now in a very tight and fitting outfit, the notion brought a bit of heat to chan's neck - which would hopefully not develop into a slight flush. they were incredibly beautiful this close.

"really," they answered his open question. "this mark is five stars."

chan's eyes widened, he couldn't mask his emotions this time at the sound of those two words; he knew felix, who was on the end of his microchip, was no doubt sharing his expression.

five stars?

that's the best of the best among assassins and bounty hunters alike. five stars meant this mark was elite; it meant that the reward was not only unbelievable, but killing a five star mark and notching that on your weapon was a sign of utter superiority among the many hunters out there.

chan made a judgement call and removed his knives from mc's neck, and they released the tension in their shoulders, walking over to pick up and sheathe their blade. their back was on display in this outfit now and chan couldn't help but let his breath hitch at the very large, intricate tattoo that lined mc's back. a large-scale dragon that laid in a bed of crimson flowers, and there were tiny details he couldn't see unless he really walked up closer, but he kept his distance.

mc turned around and stared chan down. "yashiro kirishima, head of one of the biggest mafias in our city, and my ex-betrothed. i want you to help me kill him and burn his so-called kingdom to the ground."

for once, chan had no witty comeback, no flirty jokes, he was speechless. the fire burning in mc's eyes was almost overwhelming, as if he were staring down a dragon in real life.

yeah, he was sick, but he was also a little crazy too, and the thrill of a five star job may not be something he can ignore. self-preservation and better judgment be damned.

late night writing ideas bc I can’t sleep :D

tw : violence, blood, death, killing, broken glass is used as a weapon one time

chan is a bounty hunter that’s a part of a underground guild of sorts. he’s one of the best and so of course he’s one of those super expensive “high-end” type assassins. you know he’ll get the job done and leave without a trace of anyone knowing it was him.

his hair is half black and half white, his eyes are a piercing teal and he always wears his mask on the job—the white cheek-splitting smile on the mask being the last thing his victims see before they die.

this universe is like kinda futuristic, kinda cyberpunk 2077 vibes for the world setting but idk the game and its world in-depth so it’s just like that overall vibe. and chan has like a microchip that all other bounty hunters get and that lets him like see things through a lens sometimes and have like access to like heat vision and night vision without the goggles and stuff. also he communicates with felix who’s like a hacker slash intel dude.

in a specific mission he encounters mc (kinda going with a fem-presenting mc in this case rn but I’m still using they/them). so mc is the child of a mafia head, they hate their father and their family has been nothing but strict with them, and they wanna like marry mc off to another mafia family or some shit.

anyway so chan’s target is the father not mc, but during the job it gets a little messier than normal and his mask gets pulled off by a mafia goon who nearly strangled him but surprisingly mc helps by stabbing the goon in the shoulder with like a broken glass shard and that helps chan fend the goon off and kill him.

but here’s the thing, uh oh, mc has seen chan’s face, his whole face. which, there’s not like any law or like punishment for, but it’s a part of chan’s code personally to not let anyone see his face when he’s on the job. he only lets his mask down around his friends and/or when he’s alone.

they both just kinda stare at each other, it’s as if this whole thing hasn’t happened and it’s just the two of them. no bloody corpses, no sounds of people yelling, no banging on the door to try and break through to see what’s happened. they just stare, it feels longer than the probably five seconds that it actually was. but chan knows better and he knows he should kill mc, he can’t have any witnesses to what he’d just done, and yet, he can’t bring himself to do it.

for the first time in his life, he hesitates to go in for the kill.

so instead he runs to the window he broke into and jumps out of it, mc runs to the window but he’s already disappeared, they wanted to thank him which sounds odd, but they really hated their father and hated how they were treated in this family but they couldn’t see a way out. now though, he’d just inadvertently given them one.

now all mc can think about is the black and white assassin with eyes as piercing as a wolf’s but also the softest shade of sea glass they’d ever seen.

#writing ideas #that's all i'll post for now i think >:)#if you see this again it'll most likely be a full fic #so just enjoy this for now hehehehehehe >:)#this au is my new addiction /pos

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fruggo · 3 years ago

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Okey okey so. well, I haven't found it anywhere, so. Killer ( dbd) reactions to when they try to catch their favorite surv (s / o) as he/she jumps through the window, palette, but their pants / skirt remain in their hand. He / she runs away, but they see their pink panties with bunny pattern: 3.

lol okay this is funny—but just to clarify none of this will be sexual >:0 i don’t think you meant it that way but just wanna make sure! you also didn't specify which killers so i just did which ones i usually write for, i hope that's okay with you!

characters: frank, joey, and danny w/ gender neutral reader

warnings: uhhh undergarments i guess lmao ?????? and i just wrote "pants" bc im too lazy to b like "pants/skirt" every time and its a general term ljfksjdfkj or whateveavasv its 3 am

bro i had a field day writing this im so sorry i was so tired and the writing is so unprofessional LMAO

i hope it’s at least funny tho :-)

𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍

ok so frank?? we have already established that he is a douchebag (affectionate)

normally as a killer, he would want to catch the survivor he is chasing, yes?

unfortunately he catches ur pants instead </3

trying to vault through the window at shack, you lost your footing as frank grabbed a handful of your clothes and yanked you backwards--but somehow you managed to break free!! oh golly gee!!!!!

hmm

your legs are rather cold all of a sudden hmmm

you look back to see frank frozen at the window, the smile on his mask seeming to taunt you as he held your clothing in his hand.

and then his mf stupid laugh hit your ears and u swore u lost it later when telling claudette about it (bc i love claudette and i think she deserves the world, yes)

"LOOK I DIDN'T CHOOSE THIS THE ENTITY PUT THEM ON ME" you cried out desperately, grasping at what little dignity you had left by hiding behind the generator in the middle of the room--you were referring to the embarrassing undergarments frank was so unfortunate to see. it was mostly just embarrassing because he had seen them; perhaps you liked the pattern, but that was only for you to know!!!! not anybody else!!

his laughs melted into a withering sigh. "oh, doll, cute bunnies. really. so adorable."

steam was probably pouring out yo ears as you fled the crime scene and hid the rest of the trial because no, he wasn't giving you your pants back <3 he is a douchebag remember (derogatory) (the rock eyebrow picture) (vine boom)

𝐉𝐎𝐄𝐘

JOEY!!! :))))))

joey is a nice boy you cant change my mind

when he accidentally snatches ya pants hes like whaaaaaat nooooooo aaaaahhhhh

sorru its 3 am and this is how im writing there are no excuses i am just doing it because i want to bye so anyways

like a gentleman he looks away, but not fast enough. he still saw those mf bunnies and he can’t ever forget it

“um. sorry. here’s your… yeah.” he holds your pants through the window for you, head still turned the opposite way.

he won’t comment on the bunnies on your underwear because he’s nice but ya he’s definitely thinking about it lol

im going to bed brb i canmt write for shat

okay im back

you shyly take your pants back, astounded at the killer’s polite attitude. “oh.. thank you.. “

“um.. no problem.. yeah… i’m just gonna, uh.. im gonna.. go now…” he mumbles, shuffling away.

so he leaves lmao he can’t take it!! ur kinda really cute in case you didn’t know. you have bunnies on your undies babe he’s dying over here

when he sees you later he just kind of freezes, and you stand there uncomfortably like👋😄

from that point on he never sacrifices you in trials. he just can’t. he thinks about the bunnies every time he sees you. lmao

𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍

danny is the worst and i still stand by this HE IS A BAD GUY OKAY

(but jsust bc u are bad guy…. doesnt mean u are bad guy… ) (please tell me u know where this is from)

he’ll laugh at you, first of all. resting his chin in his hand as he leans on the window, he says, “oh, my. never took you for the innocent type” in the most sleazy, silky voice. and it so pisses you off

if you try to get your pants back he lifts them away, watching you desperately grab for them while more laughter bubbles up in his chest.

embarrassment burns in your face as you scramble to gather your wits—what the fuck are you supposed to do right now? the chase has been cast aside, but now he’s just taunting and mocking you for your underwear, a whole new battle.

“aaww, look! you’re angry! look at that pout.. how precious.. like a bunny,” danny muses, his head tilting almost affectionately.

and then

babe he takes out his mf camera

and before you can react he gets a picture☠️☠️☠️

DIDNT I TELL YOU HE’S THE WORST :)

“EY EY EY DELETE THAT” you yell, anger simmering inside of you. you were so ready to slap a bitch but how could you do that to a killer?

he laughs EVILLY cause hes an EVIL BOY and then sulks away EVILLY

and now you still have no pants

#u are PANTSLESS😦#im sorry THIS IS TJE MOST SCUFFED THING I HAVE EVER WRITTEN HAHAHHA #PLEASE TELL ME IT’S FUNNY AT LEAST IM SO SORRY #fruggo writes #request #dbd x reader #dbd headcanons #dead by daylight x reader #frank morrison x reader #dbd joey x reader #danny johnson x reader #frank morrison #dbd joey #danny johnson #the legion #the legion x reader

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wssebastian · 3 years ago

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well , well , well . . . would you look at what the cat dragged in ! ╰(◡‿◡✿╰) umm quick story i was here a v short time before with the always lovely oh haeil c: i loved him sm but i’m sure no one even remembers him atp HAHA anywho life got wayyy too crazy but i’m in a much better place now !! so i’d like to reintroduce myself - i’m jada and it’s very nice to meet you all !! i’m coming to you with a muuuch different muse, sebastian kang , meta’s walking , drumming . . . trainwreck ! despite him being a p messy muse , i put a lot of time into him so i hope u enjoy !! i have some lovely friends here and i’m so excited to be back, so pls like this if you’d like to plot !! otherwiiiise here’s my profile , plots page, bio , and below you can find trivia !! pheeew lot of words so sorry but let’s get to it !!

background !!

just a general note i did a lot of freewriting for him before creating him officially, so some of that will be copied from the free write <33 i’m saying this bc if you see something written overly casual / conversational ,,, you’ll know why besties lol

born in auckland, new zealand, into an older family who had no kids. both his parents were engineers who didn’t feel they had time for kids, couldn’t get pregnant so kinda gave up ? until v late into their careers when they v shockingly got pregnant, mom was a whole 45 when sebastian was born and dad was a whole 50 !!!

he was seen as a legitimate miracle baby, his parents thought he was a precious child who couldn’t be harmed by society ! which i get but like .... ok they took it too far lol. it wasn’t even that bad until one day sebastian thought it’d be a great idea to chase a fucking balloon into the bird exhibit at the zoo, got lost on his way there, and boy his parents FLIPPED

his mom especially paaanicked, he was lost for hours bc he hid & they thought they’d loss their precious son forever. she literally took him and never has really been the same since, vowed since that day she would homeschool and well … she did !

so sebastian was raised homeschooled & pretty isolated which is … eh. like if a kid would talk to baby him they’d lowkey be like “wtf are u talking about??” bc he was constantly between talking like a kid tv show character and a boomer because tbh those were his only influences growing up

sidenote to all my homeschooled gang pls i know all our parents were not like this LMAO i am aware as i was homeschooled for a while however the kangs are a ... special case

sebastian’s dad only has partial hearing in his left ear , so he grew up bilingual in english & new zealand sign language as it’s how he primarily communicates when at home w his father. his first exposure to music was actually through him tho, as his dad and mom both loved funk rock of the 70′s & 80′s. his dad would always say that he loved despite being hard of hearing, he loved he could still feel the instruments in his chest and that really stuck w sebastian from then on !!

his parents felt kinda bad for not having him in school tho so they did let him try out all different types of lessons, so growing up picked up hobbies such as gardening, baking, origami, etc. but the main ones that stuck were writing and drum lessons ! fun fact his parents only let him play drums once thinking it wouldn’t stick but kinda hated it did, from then on he begged and begged for a chance to play and they kinda just looked at him LMAO. yeahhh it took him a whole year but he finally got his first drum set and was hooked !! named his drum set mila after his celebrity crush mila kunis omg ....

anywho time skip he felt really detatched from korean culture, spoke baaaare minimum korean only to like, wish his grandma happy chuseok. so at around 16 he started gaining an interest in his culture ?? and around the same time he got into online video games bc well ... it made him feel like he had friends ? u know how this story goes, meta meets and decides to meet in person !!

but well before flying out to korea him & his parents had a huuuge fight. they were against the idea of him going out on his own, but he was an adult now so he was v stubborn !! they had a huge falling out and it caused a v uncomfy rift for a vlong time they’re just recently getting over

also funny story - the whole time sebastian was playing video games w meta online he felt pressured to be some mysterious foreigner even tho literally no one asked ?? but the second they met in person he was socially awkward 2000x and it was pretty obvious he was fronting ?? long story short meta saw through his shit p easily and it took a loooong glow up process for him to actually be charismatic , like he is now !

personality

ok phew. onto the fun stuff !! now sebastian has quite literally did a complete 180 compared to his younger self. he often jokes that he was a born charmer who was raised by the wrong family. bc the second he was out of his parent’s grasp he flourished socially.

nowadays his korean i would say is upper advanced. from the time he started meeting meta online to around 2018 he went SUPER hard trying to learn, and obv he learns by speaking it everyday. but after that he kind of took a more casual learning approach? he can convey most everything he wants to say but if it’s something that’s a little deeper sometimes it takes him a second to rearrange the sentence in his head and it really frustrates him. if u tell him a korean metaphor or like bigger word not used in common convo he might just kinda . . . blink at u HAHA

looooves meta. no, i mean he looooooves meta. he feels so incredibly lucky to be in a band as he NEVER would’ve thought it was possible, they were honestly his first real friends so being able to make a career out of making good music w them ?? he’s honestly still in amazement today.

idk what was in that hongdae air but those first years in meta made him have a whole vibe switch ?? he let his hair grow out, took a lot of inspiration from hongdae street styles, and had a looot of practice talking to pretty people in clubs. he also got his first tattoos ! he felt like he had to play catch up on all those years he was just cooped up at home, so quite literally went c r a z y w the partying after a while.

i’m ngl he probably has a very real fear he got some random girl pregnant in seoul and she’s just waiting on meta to get bigger before dropping the news LMAOAOAO

the funny thing is basically since he arrived he’s been branded the “sexy foreigner” or something LMAO, and it’s p laughable to the rest of his members when they know how he used to be. like he’s charming now yes but there’s no denying he was iiincredibly awk to start off with. visibly cringes if they mention any old blackmail

ok but here’s where he gets a little messier. over the past few years fame has really been getting to his head ? meta isn’t even as big as some groups but truthfully sebastian already thinks he’s the shit and will say it out loud too ?? too many pretty people told him he was pretty too, now he’s honestly cocky and is starting to develop the mindset he “deserves” his lifestyle bc of his fame ?? yo meta PLSSSS actively humble tf out of this man !! he really needs it bc it’s just getting progressively worse

also alongside this, bc he’s in a band and not a traditional idol group he’s kinda developed this superiority complex ?? feels meta is “real music” or whatever so he can sometimes come off as a bit pretentious to traditional idols, esp the younger ones ?? though the more time he spends in wishbone the less he feels this is true, he’s slowly gaining respect after learning how brutal training is

ok but that brings me to ladybug. maaaan he loves ladybug. in fact when it comes to girls he is v much so the likes powerful woman who look like they can step on him vibe ?? lowkey a milf stan too ?? LMAO pls forgive me i’m just the messenger ok. all i’m trying to say is sebastian talks a lot of shit but somehow knows every line of ddd .... hmmm ??

ok i didn’t know where else to put this but people call him both sebastian and ian ?? you’ll prob mainly see me use sebastian for writing purposes, but irl the usage is 50 / 50 ? his parents & long-term friends mainly call him sebastian, tho his newer friends or the ones who just like ian call him ian ?? do what u want he has no preference !

u know i’m really grateful for jaewon being his fc because they literally take photos the EXACT same way ?? like his stans probably are on twt begging for just one normal photo bc everything he posts looks like this, this, this, or this LMAO ?? what can he say he likes a good blurry aesthetic !!

( smoking, drug & drinking tw ) he’s a drinker & smoker, as well as stamped off a v wide range of substances ? he wouldn’t say he has an addiction to anything but nicotine though. he started off with regular cigarettes but has ben transitioning to vaping recently. wishes he could at least smoke less but at this time doesn’t have much hope to do so

bc he didn't grow up in korea age heirarchy doesn’t really make sense to him ? he feels respect has to be earned, which can sometime create some drama ?? he’s not too afraid to challenge older ideas if he disagrees, but on that same token if they’ve done something impressive he has no problem giving respect to younger people ?

his concept isn’t too far off from his real persona ?? except in the public his flirty side is less nsfw player, more attainable charmer ?? despite not having a lot of action on stages, when interacting w fans he has a lot of fun teasing them within reason and has that whole “i’m your idol boyfriend” thing going on ?? frequently “marries” fans and likes to make them shy ! probably has had to be told to tone it down LMAO

on that note he also loves variety bc he loves to let people see a side of him they couldn’t through music, has no problem speaking up for quieter members if they don’t wanna talk ?? the kind of member to put the group tea on BLAST tho LMAO, think the whole seventeen insomnia-zero episode ???? like sir SHUT UP UR GONNA GET US FIRED

because he craves affection he’s constantly flirting and in situationships / hookup culture, but bc he’s a free spirit rn he doesn’t wanna be tied down ?? so u get ... a v flirty man who will give u everythig u need physically but will RUN at the sign of commitment

loooves the drums omg he’s on a whole different level on stage. uhh he can’t stop breaking drum sticks tho LMAO ! anyways his personal drum set is still named mila, except the one in korea is called mila 2.0 ? y’all i know he’s embarrassing let’s not ... anyways despite usually being in the back he has a lot of fun w his facial expressions, occasional solos, and just rocking w the songs bc he honestly loves their discography ?? is this me projecting the inner day6 stan in me listening to wanna go back as we speak ?? .....

music-wise, still v into funk rock ! but nowadays he prefers actually listening to hip hop & experimental pop ? but he’s still v much a fan of rock in general, and it’s his favorite kind of music to actually perform

career-wise, he’s pretty satisfied rn ! he honestly preferred the early days bc it was all so new and he had more freedom. but he can’t help but acknowledge how good of a deal they got, maintaining creative freedom while gaining financial security ?? he really loves songwriting, so hopes to do that even more, as well as mcing in the future !!

i think that’s all !! this is so much i know but i doubt i’m finished i’ll probably still add more LOLL. if u got this far tho seriously you’re an angel i’m so impressed thank u for listening to my rambling and giving sebastian a fair chance <33

#note: this is written & queued on the 23rd so i'm not sure if i'll be here on the 25th?#if u are seeing this on the 25th tho it's my bday !! >.<#ws:intro #* ◟ . peeking through the curtains ╱ ooc .#oh yes and merry christmassss !! <33

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themilky-way · 4 years ago

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like water {din djarin}

gif credit: no-droids

pairing: the mandalorian/din djarin x fem!reader

summary: when the one person he cares about is threatened, he lets himself indulge in the aftermath of defending them.

warnings: some violence in the beginning, choking (not in the fun way), depictions of scratches, punches, and minor abrasions; the reader is hurt basically. oh and mando’s gun bc yeah❤️umm that’s it i think? nothing too horrible tho but if this thing triggers you, please don’t read !!

author’s note: not to be conceited or anything (is that even the right word for it lol?) but im super proud of how this turned out! requests are open btw for anyone who wishes to submit anything (if unsure, just ask which fandoms)!

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cyar’ika-> darling, sweetheart

nothing in that exact moment had made much sense. one minute the most precious thing to ever exist to him was snatched away, and the next his hands were gripping the treasure beneath his holster. his knuckles were lily-white at this point, holding the gun as hard as his body would allow him to without crushing underneath him, and the urge to cock it made him visibly shake. he’d been given a command, and out of all the merciless men in the filthy galaxy, he needed to follow it, so his weapon of preference stayed where it needed to.

the meager specks of emotion that still lived within him betrayed his prominent composure, the view in front of him blocked by the sudden glaze of his eyes. the small drops of saltwater puddled together in his now hazy orbs, holding on until it was nearly impossible to stay put and then rivered down his cheeks. the cause? well, you.

you were filling up the mandalorian’s line of vision, his eyes darting between you and the bounty that had gone wrong. an alienated hand was wrapped around your innocent throat, your feeble hands wrapped around its wrist in a dumb attempt to break free. the ground you were roaming on before appeared to be never ending, and in the same way, the darkened sky absorbed you whole. vertigo was now in full effect; any quick movement caused you to shut your eyes tightly and hope to the maker you’d get through it. it took a few seconds for you to regain your balance, a sharp pain pinging around your neck forcing you to find it. you half expected to be back on the mud again, to have the man you had spent the past year flying around with pulling you to safety. instead, you found din frozen in place, an instinctive action rooted in the steel handle of his pistol. he wasn’t moving, too scared to blink as if you’d disappear if he did.

perhaps you were; someone like you seemed too good to be true. in all actuality, it may be that you were a fever dream, a celestial that had come down from the sanctity of your home to finally rescue him from his burdens. amidst his frantic glances, he reminisced every second he’d spent with you since your unforeseen arrival, and that somehow worked for him. the gears in his brain started to turn again, and with every ounce of his strength, he pounced on the quarry and did what he should’ve done the instant you were taken from him. anger took over his worry, the effects illustrating themselves in a collage of mitted fists and blood. the pistol residing on din’s waist was useless compared to his hits; the softened position of his jawbone was locked firmly as a result of his gritted teeth and he was going to need more than your delicate hand on his shoulders to ground his senses.

the mandalorian never expected to succumb to anyone, nor to feel remotely joyful upon hearing someone’s laugh. the idea of kindling a relationship was ludicrous, utterly impossible if only he weren’t bound to the chains of his creed. oftentimes, he wondered if someone would one day traverse his path and make him question every moral he’d been taught. din had dismissed the thought, as any other member of his intricate society would have, but the wondrous insight depicting a different lifestyle always lingered faintly in his mind.

today, the very same visions behind his recurrent insomnia framed themselves in a frail art piece. din’s focus laid directly ahead, the fingers navigating the center controls as tight as they’d been on his gun. his eyes deserved to rest, perhaps take in the splashes of color nature was offering him, but he landed them on the same lovely sculpture adorning his cockpit.

you were seated in the chair adjacent from the pilot’s, with your knees closely tucked to your chest. one large scrape designed itself on your leg-a dull reminder of the ordeal you were involved in hours earlier-with flakes of arid blood protecting the wound. bouncing off the skin of your throat were shades of red and purple, now properly mixing into a deeper complexion that’d require you to hide it for some time. besides the scattered nicks living on your face, and the other couple dozen on your arms and legs, the outcome wasn’t as terrible as the one your attacker received. it was a rule of thumb to not mess with a mandalorian, much less with the pretty little lady clutching his arm as if it were second nature. the foolest of fools wouldn’t even have done such a foul thing, and this particular creature came to know the punishment for harming what wasn’t rightfully his.

it truly amazed him; the way you seemed to be so unphased by a traumatic circumstance. the woman beside him-the same one who couldn’t sleep unless a window was open-had endured pain, and the marks on her skin proved themselves in jagged indications of it. through the darkened screen of his visor, din could make out your hands neatly intertwined around your folded knees, your chin simultaneously resting on top. you’d been as observant as you always were, hardly missing his actions as he navigated his newfound family to a safe stop. sure, you were unaware of the loving term he considered of you and the baby, but it didn’t hurt to keep it a secret, right?

“hey.” it came out more hoarse than he intended it to, but the emotion behind it flowed out nonetheless. “you okay?”

not really. i don’t feel good. it was easy to say exactly that, to speak the truth, but it was even easier to lie. for the sake of his own worry, at most. your eyes were still glued to his armor, taking in the rough outline of where you imagined his skin would be underneath, or moreso the abstract idea of feeling it with your hands. reflections of your yearning came and went like the mandalorian’s missions, almost impulsively at times, and the curious, teasing tilts his helmet would bid you only encouraged that craving. much like now; the black “T” of his expressionless face leaned to the side, asking you to earnestly respond. “mm, yeah. ‘m kinda tired, though,” you mumbled.

you threw him a lie and he caught it. “don’t lie to me.” din swiveled his chair to accordingly match the peripheral of yours, his elbows coming to rest on top of his beskar-clad legs. “can you look at me?” he inquired softly. then, his intent fell on the slow shift of your head and how it turned to face him, your cheek settling on your unscathed knee. a breath fell from his lips at the doting admiration swimming in your stare. “there she is,” he confirmed with an upward curl of his lips. “is there anything i can do?” it was sincere; a genuine concern to accompany his question. you hummed in response, fearful to accidentally voice the confessions you hid from him. you blinked once, twice, until his question became a plea. “please, cyar’ika.”

reasonably, you were too busy exploring the shape of his helmet, permitting your creative imagination to paint images of the man next to you; so when your ears perceived his sudden name of endearment, there was nothing amongst the stars that you could’ve possibly denied him from. “you’ve never called me that before,” you smiled, all big and brilliant.

“i’ve wanted to,” the man replied. what resembled ages of pent up stress released with a few curated words. his muscles relaxed, something he never believed to be attainable given his vigorous profession. “god, i’ve wanted to.”

he followed it with a humble laugh. a sound so familiar and warm, so genuine that it empowered your grin to spread higher. “by all means, keep saying it.” now it was your turn to nervously giggle, and him who embraced the noise with everything he could. a mutual infatuation, so wonderfully obvious, yet it was refused acknowledgment. “i think there is something you can do, though.” silence advised you to continue, “can i sleep with you tonight?”

the misguided pieces of your minds’, maybe even your souls’, reattached themselves that very same night. as the both of you slept, hands, calloused and smooth, intimately merged against the cushions of the warrior’s bed. tender kisses planted to your forehead left electricity in their wake, and the dark ambiance of his dwelling favored the entanglement of your tired bodies.

“i wish i could see you, din,” you sighed. the manner in which it was expressed, full of sleep and everything akin, urged him to lift your weightless wrist to his lips.

“you’ll get to one day, cyar’ika. for now just let me hold you, yeah?”

#not me writing fanfiction better than ap literature essays #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian x you #the mandalorian fanfiction #the mandalorian #din djarin x reader #din djarin x y/n #din djarin fanfiction #din djarin #star wars #pedro pascal #my writing!

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thoyoung · 3 years ago

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127 June energy readings

haechan: in June he's going to have money issues somehow. I think since he'll stop with dream promotions he might feel a bit disoriented for a while. will juggle different stuff but nothing will give him real income or satisfaction. maybe he won't get paid enough for his work. he feels a bit tired and doesn't take responsibility for anything. he's also very lonely. I talked in a different post about his love vibes (or privately with someone now I don't remember lol) and he might be in a romantic slump, meaning he's either single or likes someone that doesn't like him back. but he has no interest to date rn. he will get gigantic help from different people tho, his family first of all, very good relationship with his family, then huge help with everything in his life in June from the king of swords who for me it's doyoung, the emperor who for me is johnny and the hierophant who here I perceive as taeyong. usually taeyong is cups but here I feel him being the teacher and counselor of the situation. haechan also got the magician, very powerful card. this is him and it means power and self awareness. it tells him to work against being abused by others. it could mean growth or deception, based on his choices.

johnny: oof johnny is having a hard time. he's in a "what's the point of all of this?" mood. he's a bit depressed, lonely, sorrowful. and I got the lovers in reverse which could mean problems with love or a real breakup. I got the emperor card tho who is him, it means he didn't lose his shit completely and he's just going through it a bit. temperance card, he will get a hold of his life and will reach balance. the 3 of swords reverse also gives me confirmation of love problems, maybe a toxic partner or cheating. it suggests johnny to step back from this relationship. king of cups reversed tells me he has issues with jealousy and either he or his partner fears commitment. could be him. he might like someone but fears commitment and at the same time he's jealous of them being with someone else lol. besides this, he's feeling a bit suffocated by work, things are going well, new projects might come his way, but he has to be wary of being too self centered and proud in a negative way

taeil: he's bored af ahahaah. I got the moon card which obv tells me it's him. it has to do with dreams and illusions. he's either dreaming too much and needs to step back and be more rational or it tells him to step ahead and not be afraid of the darkness. I think there are good opportunities for him in June but he's afraid of the burden of it and the fear of responsibility. queen of swords in reverse could be his employer which is cruel and impatient. maybe this is why taeil is afraid to take on a new job. he's afraid of competition. five of wands reverse tells me he won't accept a new opportunity because he wants to avoid conflict. death in reverse tells me he's also afraid of change. this month he won't step out of his comfort zone. at the moment he's perhaps spending too much money, or having unsustainable habits masking them as self care. but I also got the tower and wheel of fortune. around the end of the month he might have great news and things will suddenly change for the better.

taeyong: needs to go on a self discovery journey in June. he has to think of his potential and make good use of it. June is a very favorable month for him, very abundant. the cards I got reminds him of how beautiful and incredible he is and that he has to use that to his advantage lmao. could mean something to do with the beauty or fashion industry. might releases a clothing line or something. he will have great success in June if he doesn't take things for granted. he will go through a bit of despair and discouragement at work but he'll overcome this soon bc he will achieve great success. he's afraid of ruining stuff for himself but he only needs a bit of courage and faith. no love message in this reading lol

yuta: his reading is very hard. it's like he doesn't want to know anything. his energy is very hidden. I got both king of swords and queen of swords but they don't want to mean anything. a message I got from this reading is that he's in a very weird mood, he's resisting change. he needs to listen to his inner voice and do what his intuition tells him. yuta could have witchy powers ngl lmao. he might be good at tarot or manifesting. he's hidding his energy a lot. perhaps he needs to work on opening up his heart. regarding his job he might need to overcome some small obstacles but nothing relevant. might learn something new of have a new opportunity. very particular reading. yuta doesn't want his energy to be seen lmaoooo

jaehyun: not to scare you but the worst reading. jaehyun is having a bitchy attitude. he's angry, manipulative, has difficulty maintaining good relationships, he's domineering, authoritative. has lost all hope and he seriously needs help. insecure emotionally thats why he's being hard on everyone. could be aggressive. cruel. jealous. impatient. literally all cards are this way 😭😭😭 he's in a big denial, doesn't want to make choices, refuses to examine his behavior, is being avoidant. he feels imperfect. let's all suport him in June and send him words of love pls. tried to clear the reading to understand why he might feel like this and there's no real concrete reason. he reached a breaking point and he needs to start loving himself more. he thinks everything is his fault. he has deep issues with perfectionism which is causing his bad mood. he has to stop concentrating on all of those little details and look at the bigger picture. what he think is truly important it's actually not that important afterall

jungwoo: interesting reading. jungwoo is having issues with being calm. he might accuse people of dishonesty, could fight with someone and he'll be wrong. he might think others are not paying him enough respect. could act impulsive. can't see the situation clearly and is too afraid to stop and realize that no one wishes bad things on him. feels like he has to protect himself. this could be just a few days matter tho bc generally the month of June looks good. he'll move forward with his life and he'll be enthusiastic of some stuff happening. he will do something definitely, some new job or a project and he'll be successful. great great messages about his job, very successful month in terms of that

mark: lmao someone's going to confess and he'll be so taken back. he doesn't like this person at all. a very unwanted confession. it will make him think a lot tho. he'll be on edge for a while and a bit paranoid. regarding work tho, similar to haechan, he'll think a lot of the future, also some financial loss fear and wondering what he's supposed to do now. can't see the future well but I also see he's going to keep working very hard and he'll have success that way. good relationships with friends and family. might celebrate a bit or have some free time and grow tired of it. has to take care of his health a bit more

for doyoung I talked about his love energy here but I did another reading regarding work just to have a more general insight on June. I see fullfilment towards the end after some difficulties. he's too rigid tho and hard on himself. I got other cards urgently advising him to step back from that toxic relationship he's been in. he's literally got all the cards meaning he can't move on from it right now tho so nothing much will change. that thing is probably roaming his head a lot in June. asked for new info but I only got the same messages I got in the love reading

#127 June

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xiu21chen99 · 4 years ago

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hxh headcanon!!

/imagine ofc!! everyone expected another, i hope shhdjdkf

umm... my art?? I'll be transferring it to digi-art tomorrow or sth but uh be nice pls, im new to dis

the art is related to the hc,,, anYWAYS DARK CONTINENT ARC TIMELINE and... TW! blood, violence and death. this is what i envision the "battle for hisokas head" arc story thingey would go

ON THE BLACK WHALE!

Hisoka has killed most of the spiders already, all that was left were Illumi, Kalluto, Chrollo, Shizuku and Bonolenov (bc the latter three formed a group truce rmmbr)

he decides to save the Zoldycks for last so he hunts for the mf who mangled his face and literally killed him

Hisoka makes quick work of killing Bono and Shizuku (nooo my bby ;-;)

Chrollo and he have a sort of stalemate stance bc they're in a discrete room in the Black Whale, they're meters apart and they're literally just walking in a circle to see who'd make the first move

Bono and Shizuku's bodies are in the same room

Illumi comes in with Kalluto in tow and the two siblings stop dead in their tracks to watch

that's when Hisoka moves in for the kill

but Chrollo counters w a spell he pulled from his book- an explosion erupts, tho it's a small, kind of controlled one but still, everyone in the room are forced back

Hisoka's thrown to a wall while the other three skid back on the feet

the emergency alarms ring in the room, the automated doors move to close

Illumi and Kalluto make eye contact before Kalluto runs for it, Illumi goes to block the door when he left, making sure Chrollo doesn't follow suit before walking towards Hisoka

"what are you doing?" Chrollo asks when Illumi helps the clown to his feet.

"oh, did i not tell you?" Illumi pulls out a few needles from his outfit "Hisoka has also commissioned for your head, but only under the circumstance where he could see."

"no, you forgot to mention that." Chrollo humors, book in hand and a forced smile on his lips

"oh this should be fun," Hisoka adds beside him, cracking his neck with a sinister grin

"i take it you were serious about the... engagement ring you mentioned earlier?" Chrollo asks as he flips to a page in his book

"quite, yes. i have already told my brother to not contact our parents about it, hence why he was with me up until now." Illumi explains, pins glowing with violet nen

"how boring, i had hoped you'd at least introduce me to my in-laws before we get on with it." Hisoka teases, cards in hand

"disgusting." Chrollo sneers, and the tension in the room snaps.

There's another explosion, quite bigger and definitely stronger. Illumi blocks the stray debris from his eyes with a hand, squinted eyes taking in everything that was to see.

Hisoka was still beside him though his head was snapping from left to right trying to navigate their common target

There's whispering, then Chrollo's puppets appear behind them, seeming to have grown from the concrete ground

they were mindless pawns, Hisoka gladly kicked them all til they returned to dust

what came next were Bono and Shizuku, though Illumi could have sworn they were dead earlier

"it's a stolen power, they might still be able to use their nen." Hisoka warns, and as if to prove his point Shizuku attacks Illumi with Blinky

"cut off their heads!" Hisoka yells, disappearing into the still present dust cloud of the post-explosion

Shizuku was the easier target, death made her think that vacuum of hers was a sword. Illumi pins her to the wall and snaps her head off

Bono was more clever, he hid in the dust and used his whistle like body to distract Illumi from where he actually was

Then he attacks when he had his back turned to him

But Illumi soon gets the hang of it, whips back to his right to catch Bono mid jump, and crushes his neck like paper

He drops the twice killed body and wipes his hands on his pants

There's strong aura somewhere in the room, so he follows his instincts through the smog

Another explosion, but this time actual smoke builds up in the room, triggering the fire alarms and the sprinklers

"you fucking bitch!"

"you should have stayed dead, Hisoka!"

Illumi follows the voices and now obvious sounds of fighting

as the smoke clears, he sees multiple figures go after who he assumes was Hisoka. Logically speaking, he was the only target of those useless puppets

Illumi jumps to his feet to help him, throwing pins at the three running to Hisoka at stumbling speed

He lands behind Hisoka with grace, feet as silent as ever.

the smoke is nearly gone now, so when Illumi turns to see if Hisoka was alright he's shocked to find a rock figurine, roughly formed to Hisoka's shape and build

"Hisoka-"

"i can't believe you fell for that" Chrollo says behind him, but Illumi has already sent needles flying his way

"what did you do?"

unprepared, Chrollo's sent to the wall, hands pinned and spread. there were matching pins buried deep into the palms of his hands making him unable to move

"I just killed the bastard who shouldn't have come for my friends."

his hands needed to touch something to detonate. with two more pins each added to his hands (and two more to each of his feet), Chrollo's made to float with Illumi's Manipulation

(hc power here bc i think he could do this, but he only saves it for special occasions or enemies lol)

Illumi pulls forth a mind control needle amd jams it into Chrollo’s forehead, “answer my questions, and answer me truthfully"

"what did you do to Hisoka, you could not have killed him in that short amount of time. I should have been able to sense something if you did. he is not in this room, so where is he?"

Chrollo groans, "he's trapped in the room i laid out for him"

"explain."

"i stole some random passenger's teleportation ability. its' condition is to only be able to open a portal if the room's closed and only has one door. i opened the portal and left him in the in between."

"you have been planning this, correct?"

"i only came up with it when Shizuku encountered the man with this power. he's still alive of course, but if i kill him then his nen portals would cease, and Hisoka will be trapped in that limbo forever."

"and nen after death..?"

"he adores the spiders, he surely won't hold a grudge if i killed him for this."

"this is a well executed plan." Illumi complements despite the situation

"thanks."

"open the portal, bring him back."

"why should i?"

Illumi grabs another pin from his shirt, this time giving it a lick before jamming it into Chrollo's arm

"i am already annoyed at how everything has turned out, just pull Hisoka out of the portal."

life slowly drains from Chrollo's eyes, as he goes limp against Illumi's pins that kept him afloat and away from any possible detonation medium

Chrollo-puppet, now on his own two feet, pulls out his book and flips to a page. The wall behind him opens, the metal folding out as if crumpled then Hisoka walks out, in shock. The wall closes silently, as if it never opened to begin with

Hisoka snaps out of it quickly, lips curving into a pleased smile, "nice work, Illu!"

Illumi waves a hand dismissively. "would you like to do the honors?"

"ooh~ don't mind if i do," Hisoka pulls out a card from somewhere and approaches the still Chrollo.

Illumi walks to a wall to lean against it, knowing Hisoka would take his time.

"you've married an idiot, Illumi Zoldyck." a voice said beside him, and he snaps his head up to see Hisoka's killing slash

"wait-"

But it was too late

another explosion, this time strong enough to blow the doors open and the walls broken

Illumi's once again pushed to the wall, back through the metal it poked him with blisters

As the dust settled for a third time, Chrollo stood in the middle of the room, unharmed and unpinned.

Under his foot, Hisoka. Dead?

"no-" Illumi coughs, dust filling his lungs

Illumi stumbles to the pair as Chrollo backs away, to the door now open

"Hisoka-" he falls to his knees beside the man, cradles the head to his lap. This was real, this was really Hisoka. he felt it- he felt the last ebbs of his presence fade along with the explosion.

He was really dead...

Was his Bungee Gum/after death nen a one time thing?

He was so stupid, he should have noticed that Chrollo was a fake. It had been too easy. Fuck.

Hisoka coughs, and Illumi zeroes in on it, on the way his once steady chest heaves with labored breaths. "Hiso- Hisoka?"

"Illu..." he drawls, unable to say it clearly

"what do i do?"

"ta... take m-" he coughs again, "take my heart, Illu."

"what do you mean?" Illumi presses a hand to the side of Hisoka's neck, trying to find a pulse

"this is my nen condition-" heave- "Bungee gum will help me get the engagement ring to you. it's in my heart, literally-"

"Hisoka, you are not making any sense-"

"just kill me already, illu-" cough- "and carve out my heart. you'll find the ring there."

"o-oh" Illumi's eyes widen

"do it, illu. before my-" heave again "nen runs out."

Hisoka's smiling. his glamour of texture surprise has worn off already, so his nose-less, peeling face stared back at Illumi

"go on, love."

with no other choice, Illumi elongates his nails and digs into the crevice between Hisoka's rib cage. his blood felt hot and sticky between his fingers, but Illumi dug deeper.

his heart was still beating though weakly, as if it still had a chance to live on

"bye, love." were Hisoka's last breathy words as Illumi pulls the organ out. It was shrouded in pink nen, Bungee Gum he thought, its distinct tint a permanent brand in Illumi's mind

gore slid down his hand, as illumi held it closer to his face for inspection

for a few fleeting moments it continued throbbing, but now it's stilled to a mere heart.

Illumi has done this method of killing before, but this is the first heart he thought held value

blood dripped from his hand down to Hisoka's smiling face, eyes open and gaze somewhere to Illumi's direction

as the Bungee Gum lifted, a ring popped out from an outward ventricle.

a bloody ring

how did he manage to do this?

despite the crimson, Illumi slips it to his ring finger with a grim smile

even after death, Hisoka still amazed him

He gently puts Hisoka's head to the ground, off his lap, and closes his golden eyes

Illumi's en grows with unbridled rage that it covered the whole ship. Chrollo is just a few hallways down

Bloodlust up in new heights, Illumi lets his presence explode, making sure nen and non nen users alike felt his hunger to kill

Finding Chrollo was too easy, but this time he's sure it was the real one. he was at the balcony, looking out into the sunset.

"i take it, you loved him?"

Illumi doesn't answer, instead walks closer with eery silence

"if you loved him then why didn't you tell him?"

one step forward, two, three. just a few more left.

"he wouldn't have reciprocated? blah, he was of peculiar taste, I'm sure he would've accepted you."

pins, needles, hell even a card he got from Hisoka. he threw all of it to Chrollo, aiming for where he was and the surrounding spots he could have gone to, to avoid them

pinned down and bleeding, Chrollo continues "or were you not aware you loved him until you saw him die right before your eyes?"

Illumi, more than once, said that assassins don't need friends. didn't have a need for anyone else but family.

but

"he was my friend. that's all there was to it."

Chrollo's head rolls to the balcony, falls off and to the sea. a king of hearts was placed where the head should be, engraved into the floor.

later that day, Illumi went back to the room where Hisoka was, to find Kalluto there. His kimono was bunched up by his hands to make sure blood didn't touch the ends.

"aniki, what happened here? where's danchou?"

"kallu, i want you to help me with something." Illumi said instead, "can you help me clean him up?"

"should we throw him overboard?" Kalluto gestured to Hisoka.

"no, i want to fix him up and find a coffin in this ship. i will bury him when we get back to the mainland."

"why?"

"because..." Illumi fiddled with the bloodied ring, "he was my husband."

for those of u confused don't worry, i am too. basically chrollo used a bomb dummy of himself and that’s the one hisoka killed but uh got him killed instead. shjsjfkf sorry if this was shitty it's 2:30am nd i just wanted to write this before i forgot. I'll fix it tomorrow hopefully

also the hc is the ring in hisokas heart thingey and maybe the room trap plan bc togashi wouldnt have introduced that bitch if he didnt plan on using him for the plot shjsjdkfkgl good night!

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fangirlandiknowit101 · 4 years ago

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Would you ever considering making a narutoxsasuke fanfic thats set in the boruto universe? Specifically Naruto realizing the true extent of his feelings for Sasuke, however hes already married to hinata with their two kids.

Sasuke ofcourse realized his own true feelings towards naruto pre-ch699 but felt that he didn’t deserve Naruto because of his sins, atonement w/e. So he hid his true feelings.

Naruto eventually confesses and now they are both stuck in a moral dilemma, but in the end they find a way, to achieve their true happiness by being finally together (without being cruel to their own families)

Sorry if this prompt seems complicated 😭😭 im really into angst with happy ending 😎😎

P.S i love your story ‘tswm’. My heart ache at the thought of them being separated without any certainty if they will see each other anytime soon.

Congratz on the 263k word count. ‘tswm’ is your greatest work yet. I also am amazed that this fanfic has reached this word count with them not having smexy time yet (how dare you 😂). I cant wait till sasuke goes from ‘we’re not having sex, moron’ to practically begging for it lol. Anyway this to me shows that you are really focused on the plot and character development which is one of the main reason im loving this story. Dont get me wrong tho, smut is also another reason why i read fanfics hehe.

I wish you stay well during these times and hopefully deliver and update soon. 😚

Hi! I don’t know how to say this in a diplomatic way but I won’t touch Boruto with a ten foot pole *sweats* It sounds like an interesting idea though so maybe someone else could write it! Personally I am living in denial that anything after chapter 698 exists lol. In my own canon Naruto and Sasuke married each other and adopted 15 orphans and they’re all super happy together. Also Sakura is a lesbian. (And angst makes me cry ;___;) Naruto is also dating Gaara because he deserves two boyfriends 😎

Oh, but I did write a sort of epilogue for ch 700 that I guess works as snippet of an ending for your prompt?

(Don’t take me too seriously - I don’t mind prompts but I honestly have zero time to even write my ongoing fics as it is haha and if I tried writing actual angst updates would be once every three years or so)

And thank you!! I hope I’ll get some time to sit down and write soon... I wouldn’t say that I care more about the characters and plot by not writing smut, but also, I try to only add it as a “natural” part of the plot, so yeah. So it feels slow bc the fic is so long but we have to remember that for them, it hasn’t even been a month lol 😂 I say this with love but they’re both dumb virgins and I think that’s valid. I honestly haven’t decided if I’ll add a full-on smut scene to the fic, maybe I’ll keep all the smut in the extras so I don’t have to think about if it fits the story or not haha.

Also, I’m pretty sure there’ll be an uproar regardless of which one of them tops in the scene bc top/bottom discourse still lives

Tbh I think Sasuke is already addicted to Naruto’s touch, he’s just in denial about it. Naruto is eagerly awaiting the day that Sasuke will be a little more vocal about his needs 😇

Stay safe!

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wolgrahas · 6 years ago

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not to be horny on main bbbuuut....

it’s a fuck-ass long rant so beware lads ;’)

i just want to find someone who i can have a deep connection with and.... fuck a lot ahgagahahssjkd

i’m a virgin and i’m horny and i have severe social anxiety and i wanna fuck with someone afdhsdagsdshs, but... with someone i love ://

and the worst thing is that i’ve been reading a lOT of smut aka written porn with felings the past days and fffffcukkkk i just wanna have someone i can share my body with and both feel good... and i’m 20 which makes everything worse bc i have never had sex and neither i’ve been interested in anyone (just... one boy... in high school... who was the only one who treated me well and well... i was 14 and fucking depressed and my family and friends treated me like shit so it was like “oooooh shit, someone who treats me well... now i wanna fuck him :))” it was kind of weird tbh, tho we didn’t even talked that much sfhfsgdagsfsdc)

and one of the worst things is that... if i hate my (naked) body so fucking much that i can’t even show it to my mother, nor sister..... and especially any doctor (and worse if they’re a man afshsfahsfg) (and yes, a gynecologist has never checked on me agswfgdfgf) how the fUCK AM I GOING TO BE NAKED IN FRONT OF SOMEONE???? i mean... in the dress up rooms i had to change my clothes in one of the bathroom’s cabins while the rest of the girls dressed up in front of each other... and i remember the first time i had to take a shower in a broading school and i.... started crying in silence bc the glasses that separated every shower weren’t opaque :)))) ffuck... i just hate being this weak... i wanna cry m8

i’m losing the chance of meeting wonderful people and having great experiences bc of my mental illnesses... bc they make me feel like shit with such simple stuff like buying food in a supermarket or take a walk outside??? g0D i’m sooooo fucking tired man.... i just wanna be able to talk to people like a normal person, i don’t even want to be the life of the party ://

i’m so desperate to find someone who i can have a deep connection with... bc i have never had someone who understood me fully... who had the same interests... who we could share the same points of view... who i could be intimate... i have nEVER been myself with friends, sometimes i was myself with my family but they called (and keep calling me) stupid for expressing how i’m feeling or my thoughts... i just want someone who i can rely on...

i was used to be alone most of my life... but this emptiness... this loneliness... this... hatred towards.... myself??? it is MCfucking exhausting, i can no longer stand it, i’m tired. but... what if i’m a manipulative, toxic lil bitch with my partner??? what if i’m an asshole??? what if i......... fuck things up??? what if.... idk man, i just think that i will be hateful bitch... bc my family always told me that i was a “psycho” and a “snake” some years ago... well... my mother was the one who used to tell me these things mostly.... bc at first i hid my hatred towards her, but at the end i didn’t even care if she got offended tbqh and also: she’s a fucking abusive bitch agadfahd, bUT... i was angry, so sO fucking angry at them, so misunderstood and so alone... so... hated....i felt so guilty bc my mother is a single mother... and sometimes i thought she would had prefered if she had aborted me (even she told me that some months ago when we were arguing ahgdfhadghadg). besides, my life was a living hell in elementary and high school... and then come back home and see that they treated me the same way wasn’t something quite wonderful y’know??, and i told them numerous times about how the bulies made fun of me and criticized my physical appearance (they constatntly called me “ugly” and even nicknamed me in elementary/high school lol) and they just usually said: “fight back” and i always thought: “gREAT BITCH, how can i fight if i stutter just looking at the bullies?????” and they were a group of six i think??? idk, and ofc, they were boys another point to prove why men suck :)))

now, how the fUCK can i have someone special in my life if i get nervous by just hearing people of my age come closer??? fffUCKKKKKKKKKKK bc in the php center i shared these thoughts and the other patients and therapist were like “but you have to meet new people to find the ‘special’ one :)” bITCH thank you i cOULDN’T EVEN KNOW THANKS FOR YOUR FUCKING ADVICE ughhhhhh, obviously i knew that shit, i just wanted to get it out of my chest and they just told me obvious stuff?? ok thanks... perks of being the only one who had severe social anxiety / avpd in the php center i guess??? ughhhh, obviously i smiled and said “thank you” bc i’m not an asshole :))), perhaps a fake bitch for not saying my real thoughts?? maybe

and besides... i haven’t talked about this with my psychologist, and i think is one of the most important things that is happening in my current life, bc srsly: i’m horny aLLL THE FUCKING TIME, but i don’t even wanna fuck anyone real, in my fantasies my partner doesn’t even have a face, it is just... the enjoyment of sharing something with someone you love and both having a good time, to be intimate with someone... but irl if a guy touches me like a handshake or touches my shoulder i become so fucking tense... with women same but not as much... i remember one of the php center therapies was massages and g0DDD i hated so fUCKING MUCHHH bc idk how the fUCK therapists didn’t notice how tense i was m8, i wanted to run away when we had that therapy and... ughhhhh i thought i was gonna die when my companion was a guy shghsfghf i just wanted to kick him the balls and run the fuck away and cry like a baby

and what i also hate about my situation is that i know lOTS of theory about: psychological and other forms of abuse when you are in a relationship (so basically, you can know when a guy is being an asshole, tho it’s not that easy bc you are in a such a bad mental state that you don’t even notice), advice when going to parties (which... tbh... i’ve never been in one, and in spain... people party a LOT agsfgfs), human physiology (y’kno... for the... ahem... sexual stuff ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°), tho it’s useless bc the first time is nothing like you expect gdnabdnhgjad i guess??), postures, etc... and NO, I DIDN’T GET THIS INFORMATION BC OF PORN (basically, bc the porn industry is an industry full of abuses, sexism, unrealism and darker stuff y’kno, so... ahem... i hope the men in that industry leave women alone and those same women choke those men to death :))) ) i got it mostly by articles by sexologists and .... y’kno... people on the interenet which... i know is not a good idea ahaghhghgghgsa

but anyway... i know i don’t have to rush... but.................. i wanna meet someone who i can be myself with??? who i can hold hands with?? who i can share the same interests?? who i can be... ahem... intimate??? that’s my wet dream m8, the sexual stuff is mostly my fantasy... but i think is bc our current society is oversexualized and quite obsessed with sex?? (thanks to the porn industry that basically only focus in the man’s pleasure and how to treat women like shit :))) ) but..... g0D, pls, why did you make me like this?? i’m such a fucking weird nerd m8, i don’t even know i’ll meet someone who i like??? all my crushes have been fictional characters?? and only one (1) guy at high school when i was 14 asfgshsfjhsjdhsgdhdg, and obviously nobody has ever had a crush on me ://, so i guess i’ll die alone ahghdsg

anyway thanks for reading the weird adventures in rami’s head, it was a pleasure lmao

#rami.txt #don't reblog pls!! ;_))#negative #like.... i just wanna write about this bc i cANNOT stop thinking about this shit :////

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lavender-annd-lilac · 2 years ago

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Ok…there are some thoughts here but it’s mostly me just stanning Weara bc I feel like she’s a fellow Scorpio and we gotta watch out for each other

Don’t mind her, Ransom. One day she’ll die. A fitting death no less.

Omg why does everyone hate Weara lol she’s just out there using her wiles to help her get ahead in life 😭 I respect the hustle 😤😤😤

“Someone you’ve not yet met,” Linda answers

“I hid her away for you,” Linda replies. “She will come from nothing.

Does she have like, prophecy powers? I could totally see her character being similar to the Fates in Greek Mythology

Talents that match your own and maybe more.

👀

But the one who killed me, offered me the wine that I stupidly drank, will never set foot on the throne.

The classic thing where the prophecy lady doesn’t foresee her own downfall 😬

Why would her husband want to kill her tho? Did commit the crime of being a woman with opinions lol, or like, he felt threatened by her ~powers or sthg?

Also I always find it interesting when men use poison bc I feel like it’s usually portrayed as a woman’s weapon bc. Literally the only 2 male poisoners I can think of off the top of my head are Claudius from Hamlet and that guy from the Princess Bride haha

Poison becoming quite the motif here 🤔

the woman at your chambers holding out a robe in her arms while you cover your nakedness in the carved tub

Omg this reminds me of the scene from Marie Antoinette where she isn’t allowed to dress herself and her ladies in waiting have the “privilege” to dress her, but it’s according to their rank so if a more important lady came in, they would have to rearrange the order of who gives what garment to the Queen 😮‍💨

So ironic bc like ok u are the future Queen but instead of feeling empowered u are still at the mercy of court etiquette 😑

he stabbed himself with it, like a man possessed

Linda has voodoo powers too??? Or maybe it’s like blood bending from avatar, when she can just control ppl like puppets. Maybe that’s why Ransom can control the lions??

“Continue to search,” Ransom orders

Lol this guy making his guards go on a wild goose chase to keep up appearances. 🙄 I guess he can’t just say Formad was killed for speaking I’ll of the future Queen bc he doesn’t want to ruffle any political feathers?

Cast out by Ransom, she has nowhere to go but back to the house of which she came

I’m rooting for u sis!! 😤😤😤 I hope u open a successful burlesque club or brothel like Cathy in East Of Eden

Idk, of all the social climbers in this story I feel like Weara is the least underhanded? (I say, as she’s literally sneaking poison into the water 😅)

Like, all the dudes are spreading rumours and engaging in all this political intrigue/behind the scenes plotting to try and get ahead but I feel like she never pretended to be anything she’s not? The others seem way more deceptive to me 😒

(I’m fully prepared to die on this hill lmao)

It’s a quick poison, one fashioned of her own making after watching one of her peers in the night house give a potion to a noble, who died instantly.

#GIRL BOSS #SELF MADE DIY QUEEN

“We’ll find her,” Ransom promises, looking at the drops of blood on the ground. “I’m sure you’ve marked her well.”

Ok if this gets all “The Most Dangerous Game” and he hunts her with hounds like Ramsey Bolton… 😫

She will rid herself of the plant and bitterly, she wants to rid herself of the cub that has marked her face forever.

Honestly I want her to become like a Maleficient-esque villain bc this is kind of a cool origin story. And it’s like a twofer bc she has the withered hand and the facial scar.

reign - iv.

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King! Ransom Drysdale x Female Reader

Word Count: 3K

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, language, murder, magic, treachery, mentions of regicide, angst, mentions of scarring, mentions of poisoning.

Summary | After the untimely death of the King, a family is thrown into a dangerous game of politics, navigated by a man who offers up his niece as a bargaining chip to secure his place in the realm.

Months prior:

“My son,” Linda calls out weakly, her servants nodding quickly. “Fetch me my son.”

The soft scrape of their shoes fades, her eyes closing to conserve her energy. In truth, she was not afraid to die. Not afraid to potentially face the demons that she had once taunted and mocked as a girl and later as Queen.

With the King Consort in hiding, Linda smiles, hearing the doors open before they shut quietly. She knew he would come quickly.

There are many people he would gladly ignore, gleefully dismiss with a simple movement of his hand.

But he would always listen to her.

“Mother.”

She smiles at Ransom’s voice.

“You knew the hour would be upon us, one day,” she greets. “Today feels like a good day to die.”

The slip dip in the bed makes her eyes open, her son staring at her with glassy eyes. He’s silent, staring at her if he is trying to commit her to memory.

“The Crown Prince has feelings after all,” Linda muses. “What wench did I pull you from now?”

“Weara,” he smirks, watching her shake her head slowly.

“Sharing with your father, are you?”

Ransom’s eyes narrow at her question, Linda smirking at the thought, struggling to move as he helps her. So gentle in his movements, a call back to when he was just a boy, wanting to help and seeing her strength.

Bittersweet now that he is watching her slip away before his eyes.

“Weara follows her mother path. She warmed your father’s bed before your own. Fortunately for you both, she’s infertile. A waste for her womanhood but a celebration for you, as well for me. I shall not have a bastard grandchild.”

Linda pauses, studying his face.

“Oh,” she breathes in slight wonder. “You hadn’t known. I wouldn’t expect a whore to share who she visits. Don’t mind her, Ransom. One day she’ll die. A fitting death no less.”

“By whose hand?”

“Someone you’ve not yet met,” Linda answers. “I need you to listen to me. Since you were a boy, I promised you protection. My only child, a seed that grew under a contemptuous sky. You flourished and your reign over this realm will be absolute.”

“So you’ve told me.”

Linda gives a soft laugh, closing her eyes once more as she swallows. Her cheeks are sunken in, dark circles under her eyes that seem to intensify the more she breathes.

“I hid her away for you,” Linda replies. “She will come from nothing. But you will make her your everything.”

“I don’t need anyone,” Ransom reminds her. “I can rule alone.”

“You may rule but there will nary be a shadow cast on the throne. Our enemies will grow in strength, outnumber you. Even with your talents, Ransom. Your father will ascend the throne before you. He salivates at the thought of it, even when he visits me on my deathbed.”

“Regardless of birthright?” Ransom demands. “He couldn’t.”

“He will. But do not fret about when he will rule. I…” Linda breathes, eyes closing again as she winces. “I need you to listen. She is poor, a peasant. But she was destined for something more.”

“A peasant,” Ransom scoffs. “Your gift to me is a peasant girl? How thoughtful, Mother.”

“She is no girl. A maiden, yes. Talents that match your own and maybe more. I’ve yet to see it but I feel the potential.”

“Old,” Ransom says with a roll of his eyes. “Perhaps you have lost your mind as your death nears.”

“No sooner would I take you with me if I could reach my blade,” Linda threatens with a smile. “You aren’t listening to a word I’m telling you. She will bring this kingdom’s downfall if you do not treat her with care.”

“And if I care for this crone? This peasant you believe I will be saddled with?”

“Then you shall find your days as future king long and prosperous. Align yourself with her and be wary of her family. Though I’ve hidden her away, the seeds of darkness have been planted long since before she was born. She will cultivate those trees and cut them down. Provide you clarity. She will help you extend your rule across the kingdoms.”

“You’ve gone mad,” Ransom says with a nod, his hand on her forehead.

“Have I? I find it peaceful in my bed, knowing that what I am going to tell you will set off your future.”

Linda coughs, clutching her chest with her hands. Death is approaching quicker than normal, yet she’s proud of herself for holding on this long, in spite of what her enemies wanted.

“This is a rotten poison,” she mutters.

“Poison,” Ransom repeats, Linda nodding as she struggles to open her hands.

“In my wine, no less,” she quips in a whisper. “Come closer so that I may tell you my last dying wish.”

Ransom leans in, Linda gripping his shoulder as a tear slips down her cheek. She doesn’t wat to cry but as her only heir, the bittersweet moment is marked by grief that she could have been a better mother to her son, one who could have protected him from much more than she had.

“I will never see you rule,” she murmurs. “A fact I’ve known since your birth. But the one who killed me, offered me the wine that I stupidly drank, will never set foot on the throne.”

“Who?”

Linda uses what little of her strength she has, pulling on his shirt as her lips get close to his ear.

“Your father.”

There is difficulty when you are addressed, the woman at your chambers holding out a robe in her arms while you cover your nakedness in the carved tub. She speaks of you in the highest regard, even when you feel the heat rush into your cheeks.

“I assure you, my lady, there is no need to hide yourself. I am Coxara, your lady in waiting,” she introduces with a nod of her head. “It is a pleasure to be of service to the future queen.”

She helps you stand, drying you off with a large cloth while you instinctively try to move her hands as she tuts, patting the excess water off quickly before she motions for you to sit on the chair, watching you slip on the silk robe.

“It is custom, leading up to your wedding day that we anoint you in fragrant oils and adorn you with jewelry. It is…” Coxara says with a watery smile. “What our Queen expected.”

“Queen?”

“Queen Linda,” she murmurs, getting to her knees. “Her time as Queen was very turbulent. But we were cared for, nonetheless. At least, I was.”

“Is this her custom?”

Coxara nods, pouring a fragrant oil into a small pool into her palms and rubbing them together.

“She wasn’t kind. Or so some say. As queen, she was faced with insurmountable challenges. My mother was her lady in waiting. She told her everything. Those she kept close, know the truth about her. It was her rule that whoever took over the throne, be it another wife of King Richard or Prince Ransom, they would be pampered, held in high regard. For a woman who takes up residence in Greymount will need moments of peace. This,” Coxara pauses, applying the oil to your legs slow and deliberately, massaging it in as she looks at you. “Is to be your peace. When the outside is loud, we are your peace.”

“And if I wish for my own peace, to be alone?” you ask.

“You shall have it. I know not of many things, my lady, but I do know that our queen held high standards for us to follow and she would be dismayed if I did not follow what she has put as rule to us.”

“Do you miss her?”

“At times.” Coxara smiles at the thought. “She was ruthless to her enemies. Ruthless to those who she could see would try to take the throne. She had her own mysterious ways of knowing one’s character, my lady. My mother told me once of a noble who came to dinner. King Richard had been delighted that this lord would travel the high seas to attend but my mother said that Queen Linda took one look at him when he arrived and made a decision that he was going to try to usurp the throne. My mother didn’t believe her but halfway through dinner, the noble had drawn his sword and as my mother tells it, he stabbed himself with it, like a man possessed.”

Coxara shivers, finishing up massaging the oil into your thighs.

“And your late King?”

“Some say he went mad with grief. Locked himself up in one of the chambers and refused to come out after her death. They like to say he died of a broken heart.”

Coxara sighs, pouring more oil into her palms.

“He would have been much worse than Queen Linda. He cared not about his people, my lady. When word reached the villagers that Queen Linda had passed, a few of her supporters were slaughtered by his own edict, claiming they were going to take the throne.”

A tear slides down her cheek, crooking your finger to brush it away.

“Someone you loved,” you hint.

“My mother,” Coxara sniffs. “He swore that she would tell her secrets, that she would use those to her advantage. My mother loved the queen. In more ways than the King ever could. I am glad he’s dead. Though I know I should not say such words.”

“But you speak from your heart,” you agree, Coxara nodding. “I would be lost if my own mother would have perished. I’m sorry, Coxara.”

“She would be proud of me. We have been waiting for you, my lady.”

“Waiting?”

“My mother mentioned that there would be someone who would come to Greymount. Not like Queen Linda but a force of her own.”

“I am not one.”

“That you know of, my lady. I’ve seen your root. It’s ugly but it serves a purpose, does not it?”

“You saw my root? Did you touch it?”

“No,” Coxara denies, shaking her head quickly. “I only looked upon it. I’d heard stories about black trees. Wishful thinking, I suppose.”

“Yes,” you answer quickly. “Promise me you will never touch that root.”

“I promise, my lady. With my whole heart.”

Relaxing at her promise, you nod, Coxara standing up as he picks up the bottle and places the wooden stopper in it.

“Do you have any family left?”

“Yes, my lady. A sister. She’s at least ten summers now.”

“Where does she live?”

“With my my father’s family in the lowlands. It’s been some time since I’ve seen her. They’re older and I worry about her.”

“I’ll tell my brother to bring her here.”

Coxara nearly drops of the bottle of oil, her eyes going wide.

“What? Do you mean it?” she gasps, her eyes filling with tears. “Do you… it’s been so long since I’ve seen her. It would mean a great deal to me if I could see her.”

“She’ll live here, with you.”

Your mind is made up, watching Coxara’s face break into a happy smile. She grips the bottle tightly, nodding to you as she heads out the door

“Thank you, my lady, thank you.”

“Weara,” a servant says with a scowl. “What are you doing in this wing of the castle?”

“Coxara asked me to leave something for the future queen.”

“Our lady is out in the gardens,” the servant sniffs, folding a blanket quickly. “Her parents have arrived for the week’s celebrations. Best come back later.”

“You’re a servant,” Weara sniffs, the servant standing at her full height. “I don’t answer to you.”

“Aye, but I answer to Coxara and I assure you that she would not be pleased if you entered into her lady’s chambers. Already you sour your appearance here with your lies. Coxara would have taken the gift herself. Now go, before I fetch the guards.”

Weara turns on her heels, heading down the steps, the servant looking down the hallway to make sure she disappears.

Turning the corner, Weara flattens herself against a column, staring at the sight of Ransom as he walks by with his council.

“I assure you, Sir,” one of the lords speaks, keeping in set with him. “There is no sign of Lord Formad. We’ve searched everywhere.”

“Continue to search,” Ransom orders. “His wife will arrive within a day and she will be in mourning, wanting an account of the whereabouts her husband.”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” one of them agrees. “We will continue to search.”

Weara watches the servant leave, heading down the steps with her laundry in hand. There is little time left and she knows that the servant will no doubt tell the rest of them that she has been around your chambers. But it matters little to her.

Cast out by Ransom, she has nowhere to go but back to the house of which she came. The night houses provide entertainment but little else when dawn comes. Now that she has had a taste of a king – and a prince – she no longer wants to bother with the lesser nobles that come sniffing about.

There is only one way to end this. To end Ransom’s odd obsession with you.

Pushing open the doors, she grimaces at the beautiful layout of your chambers, the thick woven rugs that feel soft under her feet. Such luxury that she will never have – at least not now and the thought makes her angry.

On a small bed, the sleeping cub that was gifted to you opens its eyes, staring right at her.

“Little beast,” Weara whispers, placing the vial of powder on the table. “You’ll need a new owner soon, won’t you?”

The pitcher of water is within sight, Weara unbottling the vial as she sprinkles it into the water. It’s a quick poison, one fashioned of her own making after watching one of her peers in the night house give a potion to a noble, who died instantly.

Painfully.

Weara stops at the sight of the black root that sits in a pot. Her eyes dart back from the root to the door, taking a step further as the cub yawns, stretching as its tail flickers with interest.

It’s ugly, this root that sits in a handmade pot, gnarled and dark as ink. The leaves that have bloomed are thick, the branches jutting out from all sides.

“What are you, evil little plant,” Weara smirks, ripping off one of the leaves as she shrieks in pain.

The leaf disintegrates into her hand, stumbling back as the veins in her hand go black, the skin darkening as she muffles her shout of agony with her hand. Clutching her injured hand, she breathes deep, staring at it as the cub sits, staring up at her.

“What is this,” she asks out loud, her fingers going black as the cub walks toward her. It looks more dangerous now than curious, baring its fangs as it tries to hiss.

She moves out of the way, tripping over her dress as she falls on her injured hand, scrambling to get up before the cub runs toward her, its claws out as it rakes a paw against her cheek, claws out as she shouts in pain, holding her cheek with her uninjured hand as she stands, opening the door and running out.

You’re still with your parents and brother, your mother regaling Walter with stories of when you and Dominic were children.

Ransom climbs the steps to your chambers, pushing open the door to find your black leopard cub looking up at him from the door. He leans down, scratching under her chin, petting her gently.

“Good girl, Bahati,” Ransom praises, spying the pitcher of water.

Picking it up, he looks down inside of it, inhaling the weird scent. He’ll toss the water and the pitcher together.

“Where did Weara go, hmm?”

Bahati yawns, rolling onto her back as Ransom scratches her belly.

“We’ll find her,” Ransom promises, looking at the drops of blood on the ground. “I’m sure you’ve marked her well.”

Weara sits in her bed, weeping as her hand throbs in pain. Her hand is black, as if tipped in the darkest inks, seemingly withering before her eyes. She wishes she hadn’t touched the plant. The pain had felt like she’d been sliced with a thousand knives, the pain so deep that she couldn’t breathe.

The bandage on her cheek serves as a warning, something she could not say when a healer was called to clean and stitch the wounds, hiding her hand away while the healer had foretold that she would bear scars on her face for the rest of her life.

The only thing that she holds onto is that hopefully by morning, you’ll be dead. That thought keeps her focused on her plan and not the pain as she touches the bandage on her cheek.

The future king will mourn you, no doubt. In time, she’ll return and he’ll want that comfort that he will seek that only she can provide.

Whispers still swirl, even as the healer had left. She refuses to believe in curses but she cannot get the sight of her head at her own gnarled fingers, once lithe and beautiful. She’ll speak to another healer in the morning, to ask what potions can cure it.

She knows once she’s well, she will smash the plant to pieces. To have to decay. It’s a foul thing, something that is unnatural and for a moment, Weara wonders if it was placed there by Coxara as a warning.

Or if it was yours and yours alone.

It matters little in the end. She will rid herself of the plant and bitterly, she wants to rid herself of the cub that has marked her face forever.

All in due time.

#random drysdale #ransom drsydale x reader #multi part fic

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taegijae-blog · 7 years ago

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BREAKFAST DELIVERY 10

pairing: 2jae

genre: fluff, if you squint there’s angst

word count: 3k

description: the school’s hottest boy im jaebum wants to get a certain boy’s number. but the first problem is: he’s unhappy and not eating.

status: completed

note: this was originally posted on wakaba’s wattpad @/jaeholics

| part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 |

Thank God the day following that event was a Saturday, otherwise he'd have to shamefully face the two hearts he managed to break in one day.

Jaebum rolled around in his bed, hugging on the blankets, mumbling incoherently to himself. He felt like absolute garbage. Seeing that his alarm clock read 10:37, he slumped out of bed and dragged himself down to the bathroom. The house was empty as usual, meaning he could totally throw a party that night. If, you know, he didn't feel like dying. As he squirted some toothpaste onto his toothbrush and madly scrubbed his pearly whites, he groaned as he stared at himself in the mirror. He knew he was a good looking guy whose looks would attract mostly every gal or guy. After rinsing out his mouth, he smacked some water across the mirror and blurred the reflection of his sad-looking self. For once, he wished he was ugly. Jaebum tiredly zombie-walked his way over to the kitchen, checking the fridge for any food that possibly could've been left for him. Seeing that it was empty except for some eggs and milk, he already knew that his plans would be to go out for both lunch and dinner. Opening a cupboard, he grabbed a box of fruity cereal and dumped it into a ceramic bowl, pouring milk in after doing so. His dear cat, Nora, crawled up to his feet and rubbed herself against the skin lovingly. "At least you're here," he muttered under his breath, slurping some milk from his bowl as he made his way to the couch. He turned on the television and stared dully at the skin, allowing his pet to crawl onto his lap and rest there. Realizing that he hadn't checked his phone in a while, Jaebum reached for it since it was laying on the coffee table. He turned it on, only to be met with over a hundred missed text messages. annoyed, he unlocked his phone and saw that a particular someone added him to a chat group overnight after he fell asleep, which was the main cause of the overload of messages. He squinted at his screen while he scrolled through the messages. It took him a while to realize that those numbers were familiar to him: Jackson Wang, Park Jinyoung, and Choi Youngjae. The last message was sent a few hours ago, so he didn't bother sending anything to indicate that he read the chat. He put down his bowl of breakfast and became invested into the conversation they were having, feeling more and more uneasy. Nora jumped onto the table and quietly drank some of the milk as Jaebum's foot tapped in anxiousness. wango, 2 others [jype]: i'm muting this chat btw [wango]: bro I just want u to listen to my proposal [c.youngjae]: why do you even have my number?? [wango]: thats not important just listen rn [wango]: so jb hyung's like super depressed aight? [wango]: I HOPE HES READING THIS BTW WINK WINK [jype]: winking in text doesn't do anything [wango]: anyway [wango]: i want all three of you to meet up [wango]: and work this out together [wango]: i'm not going to interfere bc this is a u guys issue!! [wango]: u gotta fix it urselves arasso?? [c.youngjae]: ...how tho [wango]: there's a nice place in town [wango]: it's called Cafe A [wango]: all of three meet up there by 3 and talk it out!! [wango]: idc if you're busy or not [wango]: (unless ur planning to meet ur family bc then please go ahead and do that first family is first priority) [wango]: ARASSO?? [jype]: our 'talk' isnt going to last long, you know. [jype]: theres not much I can say

[jype]: it's always been a one sided thing anyway [jype]: i know he likes youngjae way more than he likes me [jype]: and i'm okay with that. [jype]: i just don't want to be thrown away because of that 'love' he has for him. [jype]: you reading this, youngjae? [c.youngjae]: yes, hyung... [jype]: good. [jype]: i don't hate you or anything. it's not like that.

[jype]: it's true that ive liked him since middle school [jype]: but I always knew that it'd ended up being like this [jype]: and how he isn't the kind of person to fall for his best friend [jype]: so I prepared myself for when this sort of thing happens [jype]: it won't bother me, youngjae. go ahead and date him. [c.youngjae]: hyung, i [c.youngjae]: ...you have to understand that i don't really like him at the moment [c.youngjae]: i'm not sure if i'd agree to that [jype]: that's a shame [jype]: because a really great guy has a huge crush on you [jype]: and it's a waste for you to be ignorant about that. [wango]: ... [wango]: hoh my god [wango]: i'm a rly good problem fixer

[wango]: jinyoung?

[wango]: u still there?

[wango]: i guess not

[jype]: i have plans for today. i'm not going to that cafe. [wango]: oh [wango]: well I guess it's fine now since u guys talked it out!! yeah!!! [wango]: youngjae, don't be discouraged! [wango]: both jaebum-hyung and jinyoung r amazing people [wango]: even tho they seem rly scary and act cold [wango]: its just their way of caring [wango]: ive known them for a long time [wango]: theyre literally the best friends ive ever had [wango]: jinyoung is a rly wise person, there's always a good reason to whatever he does [wango]: jaebum-hyung has sides to him that r like a dad or big brother that u can rely on [wango]: ... [wango]: youngjae??? [c.youngjae]: yeah [c.youngjae]: i'm listening [c.youngjae]: thank you, hyung [wango]: no problem man

[wango]: now go get that dick [c.youngjae]: ???? [wango]: jk jk lol [wango]: r u going to meet up w Jaebum-hyung at the cafe? it's a rly nice place I swear [c.youngjae]: maybe [c.youngjae]: i haven't heard what he says tho... [wango]: aw true [wango]: let me spam him brb [c.youngjae]: wait don't spam him;; what if he's just asleep?

[wango]:

ugh ur too nice

[wango]:

fine I won't

[wango]:

i'll go spam markiepooh instead♥️♥️

[c.youngjae]:

...right

[c.youngjae]: the other number in this chat is Jaebum-hyung, right?

[wango]: yep!! slide into his dms boy

[c.youngjae]: ;;

Jaebum instantly realized the doom he was about to face.

"No, no, no, no, no!" He literally screamed at his phone, trying to do everything to prevent Youngjae from knowing.

It was probably too late.

[c.youngjae]: ?

[c.youngjae]: wait

[c.youngjae]: but

[c.youngjae]: ;;

[c.youngjae]: isnt that defsoul-hyung's number...

[c.youngjae]: ...it is

[c.youngjae]: hyung.

[c.youngjae]: ... [jaybee]: are you mad at me? [c.youngjae]: no

[c.youngjae]: even though I did just find out you were double tricking me

[jaybee]: i never meant to make fun of you or anything

[jaybee]: about that party

[jaybee]: i knew bambam only as 'def soul'

[jaybee]: i'm sure you can also tell that he doesn't like me bc im known as that rude, popular shit called im jaebum

[jaybee]: and rapmon told me to come anyway

[jaybee]: btw his real name is namjams

[c.youngjae]: what's your point

[jaybee]: i want to have a second chance

[jaybee]: i know ive been a horrible person, hiding behind two identities just so I could talk to you

[jaybee]: please

[jaybee]: i only ever wanted to cheer you up

[c.youngjae]: ...

[c.youngjae]: i feel stupid for sending you all those messages

[c.youngjae]: no wonder you knew where I was and that I didn't have an umbrella

[c.youngjae]: i feel like you've played me and you probably did

[c.youngjae]: but the def soul hyung I know is a caring person

[c.youngjae]: and if youre him

[c.youngjae]: then I can hope that your kindness is just as genuine

[c.youngjae]: because I think it's impossible to fake kindness like that

[c.youngjae]: let's meet up at three and talk

[jaybee]: i'll be there

[jaybee]: i won't be late.

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His phone read 2:57 by the time he spotted Jaebum. He was standing right outside the promised cafe, scrolling through his own phone with his legs crossed. It surprised Youngjae to see that he was wearing a pair of wire-rimmed glasses and an oversized sweater, contrary to his usual attire of trendy clothes that showed off his nice build. He looked pretty hot, to be honest. Youngjae shook that thought out of his mind and approached Jaebum, acting as though he wasn't just staring at him a minute prior. "It isn't 3 yet," Youngjae said quietly, stuffing his hands into his hoodie. "I've been here for ten minutes. I just didn't want to be late," Jaebum replied with a tiny grin as if he wanted the younger's approval. Youngjae scoffed and went ahead into the building, ruining the other's plans of opening the door for him. They went up to the counter, both of them staring at the menu in a similar way. Both of their eyes twitched, cursing at Jackson mentally. "I'm glad Jinyoung decided not to come," Jaebum whispered to the other, faking a smile for the person behind the cash register. "Welcome to Cafe A, one of the first couples' cafe in this town," she smiled enthusiastically, probably a bit overwhelmed on the inside because she had two male customers coming together in her hands. Youngjae hid his face into a hand in embarrassment, and Jaebum wanted to die on the spot. "Would you like to order our monthly special 'love potions?'" she asked, pointing to the piece of paper on the counter. "No," Youngjae and Jaebum said simultaneously. Flustered because of how rude that sounded, Jaebum laughed sheepishly and shook his head. "I'll just have an iced Americano. And, Youngjae..." Youngjae squinted at the menu above them, saying, "I'll have some water." Jaebum's face abruptly switched to one of shock, nudging the younger gently with his elbow. 'Eat,' he mouthed. Youngjae grumbled, feeling like he was just scolded by his mother. "Nevermind. I'll have a melon smoothie." "Alright. that will be ₩6,500." His hand reached into his pocket to grab his wallet, but the taller Jaebum stopped him before he could go any further. Instead, he took out his own wallet and paid using a card. Youngjae squinted his eyes at the other. I bet he just wanted to show off. Stupid seniors. "Thank you. Please come to pick up your order once this starts to buzz," she said while handing over the circular device to Youngjae, who almost dropped it.To the surprise of both, she leaned forward and gestured for them to come closer. "The third floor is popular with... couples like you two," she whispered with a grin. Both boys shook their heads, trying to insist that they weren't that sort of couple. She didn't listen, only grinning happily. 'You guys are so cute!' she mouthed while making a thumbs up, leaving the two speechless as they searched for a table. "Maybe we should go to the third floor," Youngjae was heard mumbling. "But we're not a couple, unfortunately," Jaebum remarked, putting emphasis on the last word to express that he really did think it was unfortunate. "I mean, I'd be more than happy if we were, but-" "The people here are staring at us." Youngjae gestured with a subtle tilt of his chin, completely ignoring what the other had to say. It was true, though; quite a few of the other couples enjoying their food seemed to be whispering at the two. Jaebum scoffed and marched towards the staircase, Youngjae following quickly to avoid any more odd gazed from anyone there. As promised by the girl at the cash register, the third floor was filled with... ...gay. Youngjae's eyes couldn't ignore the variety(?) of couples that were there, enjoying their time together. At one table in the corner, there was someone resembling a llama sitting across from someone who appeared like a girl. He couldn't tell, that person just had long hair. At the opposite side of the room, he spotted a couple that consisted of someone narrow-eyed with bright mint hair, nodding at his partner, who had a radiant smile, while he ranted. At another table they passed by were two people who didn't stand out in particular except that they seemed to be speaking completely in Chinese. Beside their table were two rather young looking guys, the foreign-looking one teaching his partner how to say simple words in English. "I don't think there are any open tables, hyung..." Youngjae remarked with a pout after searching around the room. Jaebum nodded, thinking that they might end up having to sit outside or something. Just then, someone tapped his arm. he turned around to see two rather tall guys sitting at the table nearby, one of them looking highly emo. "Are you looking for a table? Ae can just move our stuff, there's space for you guys," the person who tapped his arm offered, his canine teeth showing as he smiled. "Oh, sure. Thank you." Once the other guys moved their belongings, Youngjae took the seat that was on the cushiony couch and Jaebum sat on the chair. "Are you guys from JYP high?" the person asked, sipping on his ice coffee. Jaebum nodded, leaning back while putting an arm over the chair in an assertive way. "We're from Pledis," he replied, making Jaebum go “Ooh.” No wonder they were wearing nice clothes and looked as though they had their hair done professionally. Although Pledis was a small school, it was a costly place to attend and its students sure did prove that. "God, I would've screamed if you guys were from SM." Almost everyone in the room quieted down when hearing that name as though it was a taboo. SM's school had the roughest teachers and classes by far, and its roughness most likely rubbed off on its students. The device Youngjae held flashed red lights out of nowhere and started buzzing, startling him. Jaebum took it from his hand and headed downstairs in order to grab their drinks. Once he was gone, the high-key emo person who hadn't said a thing leaned over to Youngjae. "Your boyfriend's hot," he said quietly. Youngjae's face flashed a bright pink. "He's not my boyfriend! I'm not dating him," he argued and pouted again. "Really? I think he likes you from the way he looks at you, though," the person sitting across said with a wiggle of his eyebrows. "What's his name?" "Im Jaebum." Someone dropped their fork in the distance as the person almost choked on his straw. "That's... him? He's Im Jaebum?" he asked, clearly as confused as Youngjae was. someone a few tables next to them whispered, “Holy shit, that was Im Jaebum?” "Yes?" Youngjae tilted his head, not understanding what all the fuss was about. "Goodness," he sighed while shaking his head. "He's a literal legend at Pledis." Youngjae's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean by that?" "How do you, his boyfriend, not know about this?" he fanned himself with his hand, accidentally hitting himself in the face. Embarrassed, he cleared his throat. "Anyway, the Pledis legend. Im Jaebum. He used to go to Pledis for his freshman year, I think. But somehow, he ended up becoming the school's first ever student to be full on expelled." Youngjae's mouth dropped when hearing this. He wasn't even sure if his best friends Jinyoung or Jackson knew about this. "One of the biggest idol companies—you know, the ones with idol groups and all that—scouted him during his freshman year, right on our campus. The story about that flew all over school and he became a living legend. Everyone wanted to his friend." "How come you didn't recognize him earlier if he's that well known?" Youngjae asked in a dazed tone, not quite able to wrap his head around all the information he just absorbed. "Are you kidding me? He used to be one of the shortest guys in the class. He had mushroom hair and wore huge glasses every day." "Okay..." Youngjae peered over to the staircase to see if was Jaebum was back or not. He wanted to hear more of the details, wishing he wouldn't be back for another five minutes. "Well, why was he expelled?" "There was this group of seniors that made fun of him a lot, and I guess he was just fed up with him," he explained with a shrug, shaking around his cup. "What did he do?" "He poisoned them." That was the point where Youngjae didn't believe the story anymore. "No, that's stupid—" "He baked them a nice batch of cookies that made them vomit the next day. They told the principal on him," the boy paused in order to snap his fingers, "and just like that, he was gone." Youngjae was speechless, only his eyes blinking as the rest of his body was frozen. He was so confused, mostly because he couldn't believe that someone who seemed genuinely kind like the 'Def Soul' person he knew would do such thing. At the staircase, he could see a glimpse of Jaebum walking up with two cups in his hands. "Are you afraid that he'll do something like that again?" the person asked. "If you are, I don't think you should be. I can tell his attitude has changed a lot since freshman year, and he's probably trying to get a fresh start." Jaebum sat back down in his seat across from the still shocked Youngjae. He waved his hand in front of him, wondering if he was even alive. "Yah, Im Jaebum!" the person smacked his arm out of nowhere. “What—ah, shit," Jaebum cursed under his breath once he realized that that person currently attended pledis, the place of his unforgettable past. "I can't believe it's actually you. hey, i'm mingyu. remember me?" Jaebum's eyes widened as though he was reminded of something unpleasant, but he played it cool and sighed. "Yes, yes, I do. What do you want?" The one sitting across from mingyu tapped his watch, indicating something about time. He nodded his head and hurriedly threw on his jacket, grabbing his things. "Sorry, I would talk more but there's something I have to do." Before he left the table, he leaned down towards Jaebum's ear and whispered softly.

“Don't break that cutie's heart, okay?”

#breakfast delivery #wakaba #got7 #got7 fluff #2jae #2jae fluff #youngjae #jaebum #jaebum fluff #youngjae fluff #mark tuan #park jinyoung #jinyoung #jackson wang #bambam #yugyeom #kim yugyeom

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chanxyeollie · 8 years ago

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70 questions, tagged by @stan-the-best-stan-monsta-x thx bby

1. do you have a good relationship with your parents? uhhh... well me & my mom generally have a good time, she acts more sisterly if that makes sense?? but me and my dad butt heads A LOT and do not get along very often.

2. who did you last say “i love you” to? see i’m pretty uncomfortable physically saying the words but like probably my cat or something lol.

3. do you regret anything? um YES let’s see off the top of my head: dying my hair red in the sixth grade, putting waaaay too much cheese on the pizza i had the other day, and being such a shitty student this year haha.

4. are you insecure? yES. i mean i have this rule that everyone who knows me in irl knows. like no one is allowed to take pictures of me. or share pictures of me. if they want a picture i have to take it or i have to direct them. there are years of pictures of my growth or w/e missing and it pisses my parents tf off lol.

5. what’s your relationship status? single as the day i exited the womb

6. how do you want to die? preferably when i’m asleep i mean??? like i don’t wanna feel anything so...

7. what did you last eat? pork? and then right after whipped cream from a can because that’s who i am as a person.

8. played any sports? hahahahahah fun fact i don’t play sports because i have really weak ankles - i’ve sprained both of them twice!

9. do you bite your nails? ugh yes... i had three years where i didn’t but now i do. :/ i’m trying to break the habit by carrying an unlimited amount of nail files with me. i miss having long nails SO MUCH.

10. when was your last physical fight? two nights ago, my mom came home after work at like midnight and hid behind a wall to scare me, which resulted in a ninja-like slap from me.

11. do you like someone? the beauty of being socially awkward and anxious and being in a uni where you don’t have to talk to anyone means there is no one to get to know and crush on. nice. :-)

12. have you ever stayed up 48 hours? no, i’ve stayed up for 37 but that was the longest and i was... pretty wacked out by then but that’s a story for another time.

13. do you hate anyone at the moment? if i do i’ve blocked them from my mind i??? can’t think of anyone at this particular moment, probably just fictional characters.

14. do you miss someone? i’m gonna say this really adorable cat named toby that i saw at a petsmart like a year ago. i hope he found a good home.

15. have any pets?  three cats! boris, pepper, and widget.

16. how exactly are you feeling at the moment?  um a little bit numb because i’m sitting on my foot but otherwise neutral.

17. ever made out in the bathroom? no

18. are you scared of spiders?  yeah the story of the first time i stayed up for a full 24 hours relates to a spider. also when i was very little i had a night terror where i had materialized a tarantula the size of me on top of me in my bed and well. that scarred me for life yanno?

19. would you go back in time if you were given the chance? fuckin yeah i’d tell myself not to confess to that one guy. embarrassing

20. where was the last place you snogged someone? never lol

21. what are your plans for this weekend?  crying before i start work on monday. i really don’t wanna go back, fuck.

22. do you want to have kids? how many? yeah! i already made a pact with myself that if i’m still single when im in my thirties i will adopt some kids.

23. do you have piercings? how many? just my ears~

24. what is/are/were your best subject(s)? um well once it was english but NOT ANYMORE LOL

25. do you miss anyone from your past?  no, i don’t think so.

26. what are you craving right now?  surprisingly more of the pork i had earlier even tho i didn’t really like it lol??

27. have you ever broken someone’s heart?  no

28. have you ever been cheated on?  no, kinda have to have had a boyfriend for that to happen

29. have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?  no

30. what’s irritating you right now? the exam i have tomorrow. i should have withdrawn from that class i’m gonna have two F’s on my transcript wails

31. does somebody love you? my youngest cat. i am her mom.

32. what is your favourite color? black, pink in your area

33. do you have trust issues? yes but at the same time no

34. who/what was your last dream about? omg k let me get out my dream journal hang on... okay a short synopsis: my friend owned a burger king in this area near our high school (idk??) and i worked there w her, her boyfriend, and a few other people but one of the guys took my uniform which was, by the way, for some reason pastel blue and pink overalls but like shorts? and they were puffy like winter jackets. and then so i couldn’t work but i was still there and then allison and lydia from teen wolf walked in and we had like a reunion bc apparently we were friends lol and then scott came in and then stiles came in after him and i like ran to him and we hugged. idk what happened in my head man.

35. who was the last person you cried in front of? omg... my roommate. because i read a really sad fic and i tried to hide my tears w my blanket bUT SHE CAUGHT ME and then i started laughing while bawling my eyes out simultaneously bc i was embarrassed rip.

36. do you give out second chances too easily? gdi yeah i do. but i’ll bitch abt the person a fair amount first.

37. is it easier to forgive or forget? forgiving is hard but i’d never want to forget anything someone did to me. i’d want to remember so i can caution myself to make sure the same thing doesn’t happen again.

38. is this year the best year of your life?  um no unless the second half is gonna have a really great turn around.

39. how old were you when you had your first kiss? well i can tell you at this rate i’ll be 20 or over when it finally happens

40. have you ever walked outside completely naked? (réka omfg i laughed so hard at ur answer) no i have not. but once i forgot to take my pajamas off and just put my clothes over them and then when i went to the bathroom later in the day i was really fucking confused

51. favourite food?  well you got ur meats, steak, bacon, any sort of chicken. but you got pizza too. and you got sugar waffle cones... i mean like how am i to pick?

52. do you believe everything happens for a reason? i mean i hope it does because otherwise that’s just a big fuck u from the universe.

53. what is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night?  (réka fuck me up enter the realm of exo) um i read exo fics and then i was on @vixx17andbtsimagines‘s blog catching up on her stuff.

54. is cheating ever okay? noooooooooooooo~~~~~~ its not like wtf is that why would you put someone through the pain that’s so shitty. idc the circumstance.

55. are you mean?  no i’m really not but my face and fast-paced walk and avoidance of ppl makes them think i’m a mega-bitch. seriously, at least three of my friends have told me that was their first impression of me yikes.

56. how many people have you fist fought?  technically two but very lowkey. the first one was a very hesitant, light slap to the face of this boy when i was in the sixth grade - i was very scared to do this but afterwards he cried and said i broke his jaw lmAO. and this doesn’t really count but this guy i was friends with was sitting across from me at a table and he jokingly threw a plastic fork at me and out of pure reflex i smacked him across the face. this has happened more than once disclaimer rofl.

57. do you believe in true love?  books make me want to believe it. but i don’t really know. i feel that can only be answered by someone who’s experienced it idk??

58. favourite weather?  just... march, october, and november because that is when there are no bugs and it’s cold enough to wear pants and the bulk of my clothes without sweating/freezing.

59. do you like the snow?  yeah if i’m not in it lol. those canadian winters, man

60. do you wanna get married? yeah i’d like to one day, but when i think abt having the ceremony i get very anxious haha

61. is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? that depends on the person?? but i feel like i’d personally be such a sucker for it if it was from the right guy lol

62. what makes you happy?  the rare perfect cup of coffee, music, smyang’s music box version’s of songs, exo and bts crack videos (i die every time), having a good ass sleep with my body pillow to name a few.

63. would you change your name? yeah i go by aluri everywhere because its what i want to change my name to. by this point i’ve ‘had’ it for ten years and even though my family/irl friends don’t call me it, that’s all the online knows me as.

64. would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed?  well the last person i kissed was in a dream and it was mark from got7 so no, not at all ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

65. your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? i don’t have one of those anymore so

66. do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? no?

67. who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to?  shocker it was my dad lmao

68. who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? my roommate. which sucks because we aren’t roomies anymore and i’m gonna miss our car talks so much. :/

69. do you believe in soulmates?  if the reason i haven’t been so much as looked at by a guy is because the world is saving me for my soulmate then sure. but otherwise NO

70. is there anyone you would die for? my oldest cat boris. :/ he’s kind of my best friend so what’re you gonna do, you feel? i love doing things like this as an excuse to talk abt myself & it was really fun so thank you for tagging me babe @stan-the-best-stan-monsta-x and i loved reading yours!! and um gonna tag my two mains again @tearsmp4 @bunmyeon because a) i love them b) i have no other friends seriously also @sooberri if you wanna do this i’d like to know more about you as creepy as that sounds ^^

#about me

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thegeminisage · 8 years ago

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a long fucking post (sorry)

bc my browser quit so i just copied it into notepad and kept going and didn’t break it up bc frankly i couldn’t be bothered lol i’ve #struggled today anyway:

i...i dont have any stuff to make spicy food with?? oh my god..........

where do i even...find

lol i could go back to the plateau but i’d probably be Sad.

i guess i have no choice :/

wow i miss the old man

pfft i can see farosh from here but it’s so close i’d never make it in time

SOMEDAY /shakes fist

seeking out shelter from a lightning storm inside the ruined temple of time makes me Very Sad

man. man. there’s nothing i wouldn’t do to set this right

except the main story, i guess, hahaha

OMG A RAINBOW

just for a short moment i didn’t even have time for a picture...wow wow wow

all right i’ve got enough peppers and i’ve had MORE than enough of the plateau im outta here

i fast traveled back to that one shrine i couldnt figure out before

i realize now i was probably supposed to use my paraglider hahaha but i just didnt think of it

theres a chest in here that i cannot. get. oh my god

[death montage]

GOT IT

lol and all that for a little sword

BACK TO THE MOUNTAINS thank god i have a fast travel point now

and that’s all done! time for more of The Story

normally i’d cut this off here but it’s p short so far so w/e

except.......idk where to go next. i know i want to find the zoras, but

which...direction are they. like, i even googled it

i’ll ask my brother and attempt the naked island again while i wait. i read somewhere you can drop your stuff before you properly set foot on there and it helps a bit. plus it’ll be something he hasn’t done, haha

well, so far so good - i managed to drop a few of my best items and a small amount of food - apples and raw fish - before i stepped on, but i forgot to drink the defense up elixir. i DID remember to eat the extra hearts food, though, and a good thing, bc i came on during a fucking storm in the middle of the night and nearly got killed by some weird yellow octorok popping up out of the ground. fine now tho, all out of extra hearts but other than that good - found some shrooms, a sword, and an axe

oh my god i hit a barrel and DIED bc there was an electric chuchu in it!!!

okay trying again...in the storm again...forgot to drink my defense bonus again...Greay

one orb down!!

lol and i died AGAIN bc i underestimated a bokoblin...i can't take out camps from afar with no arrows!! maybe i can try bombs next time, sigh

i hate getting out to this island

i hate everything ABOUT this island. it is deisnged to kill you. endless skeletons and fire chuchus are great if you need materials and weapons but the chuchus set everything on fire. and there are octoroks ringing the whole island AND on the actual island - there's no safe ground ANYWHERE!!

remembered to drink my elixir but nearly left the stuff i dropped floating in the ocean lol

one orb down AGAIN.

gotta be a smarter way to do this bokblin camp on the hill. i can't take them all on at once and i can't detonate any of the explosive from afar with arrows, and bombs get me noticed. i can't take that swarm of enemies with no armor. no way.

YES camp down lmao i blew up the barrels with my own bombs since the fucking chuchus noticed me anyway

now i can COOK THINGS thank you thank you

YES now i have hearts up and attack elixirs!!!!

time to fight the blue hinox (:

HAHAHA WOW MY HEARTRATE IS SO JACKED RN

he has so much defense even with my elixir ;_; im too afraid to get close enough for an attack

i wish i had a defense booster!!

NO oh god a lightning storm now of all times!!! no!!!!!!

I CANT EVEN CLIMB THE CLIFFS TO ESCAPE HIM IN THE RAIN

oh my god can he follow me into the water...?

wow it's lightning for the next three hours what the fuck?

aaah the music stopped..he's laying back down...i hope his fucking health doesnt refill

i tried using chuchu jelly to make explosions but they didnt hurt him, only my weapons did bc of my elixir...but im sooo afraid to get close to him, if he kills me i have to do ALL this again

i wanna wait the storm out before i fight him again but i get the feeling the storm was triggered by him waking up bc it's nonstop lightning on the little forecast thingy

god there's not even anywhere to take shelter i just have to pray i dont get struck

yeah it changed back to normal rain as soon as he started snoring...he BETTER not have his health back

NOPE HE DOESNT BUT I GOT UP CLOSE TO HIM TO HIT HIM AND I'M SO SCARED LMAO MY HEART IS POUNDING SO HARD IM SO STRESSED

at least it isnt storming

nooo i hid in the water again and he slept and some of his health came back )))): i am never gonna get him, this is gonna take hours!

as if that wasnt bad enough there's another bokoblin camp with a MOBLIN on top of this big ledge

maybe i can get some arrows at least :/

good news: managed to cheese the bokoblin camp up top. have in my possesion 13 arrows. bad news: hinox is definitely back at full health rn

ok. so im up here where hinox can't actually go (i hope...) and i have my bombs and 13 arrows, plus all these extra bows and weapons and even a pot to cook some more stuff in. i can do this. i can do this.

ok he can't get up here he can't even hit me with projectiles but IMMEDIATELY the lightning started up again so lmao (:

luckily i have found the perfect position from which to roll bombs down at him lol

so this is only gonna take all year ASSUMING i dont get sturck by lightning.

no no no no no NO NO NO

the blood moon!!! why now!!! oh my god!!!!!! can ANYTHING go right oh my god!!!!!!!!!!

at least im far enough down on the ledge the camp up there cant see me

but i'll have to clear out the other one again if i ever manage to kill the hinox and get his orb

:| he keeps trying to go to sleep lol which. no bitch no more health for you jesus fuck

he can't get any of his rocks to land on me and only about every third bomb lands on him lol

his health is sooo low im so tempted to go down and take a swing w/ my weapon, but if i die now and lose all this progress i won't be able to deal so im gonna stay patient and cheese it til the bitter, bitter end

HAHAHAHAHA FINALLY

FUCKING EAT ME YOUR GARBAGE MONSTER GET W R E K T

I PERSEVERED!!!!!! STAYED DETERMINED okay now if not for the blood moon that'd be the end of it but no i gotta clean out that one camp AGAIN without dying

i can do this i can do this i can do this

i......i did it

all thats left is to drop my items and put in the last orb

oh my god!!!!

oh NO if you drop too many they start vanishing ok....choose carefully then

lol ALL THAT FOR A SHRINE TO SOLVE this better be one of those no-puzzle chest only deals

LMFAO i have to reclear the big camp to get in the shrine...oh my god...oh my god

ah well maybe i'll get some more shields i accidentally glitched all mine away

should be easy with all my stuff back

aaaand im stuck down here at the camp i cleared out bc its storming. at least the blue moblin got struck by lightning in a stroke of what i can only assume is divine justice

ok the storm has FINALLY passed

i am FINALLY inside the shrine and have a fast travel point

i got 300 rupees, which is garbage, and i got to watch that stupid monk turn to dust.

ooh whoa there's a rito out here!!!! hi!!!!!

lol a training course for flying...20 rupees a pop. now i know what the fucking chest was for. god.

ah i can't do the course and im so tired of failing at things...i guess i'll leave them for now altho i bet you get a SICK upgrade

no wait i looked it up and its just rupees LMAO no thanks

im never coming back to this fucking island ever again

also: forgot that i did not actually explore the sunken ruins earlier bc of Weather, am going to do that quickly before quitting

oh god oh no i landed right here and there's some fucking masked walking beast getting ready to attack me Why God

IT'S A CENTAUR I THOUGHT IT WAS SOMEONE WITH A HORSE IT'S CALLED LYNEL WHY WHY WHY

god okay we're doing this i guess jesus fuck

if that wasn't bad enough farosh is flying above us LMAO and i still can't shoot him

I! KILLED HIM! bc i had a DEFENSE elixir

i wish i had snapped a better pic than his dying body tho :/

o h w e l l

oh!! i found a memory while exploring!!!!!

HAHAH HOOOOOLY SHIT

oh my god...oh my god...

so it was the four pilots of the original jaegers and two are dudes and two are ladies!!! so there was an even mix in the scene #nice

the voice acting was good and still so unexpected

and the MUSIC oh i love the music when he's remembering something

it felt like a scene from any zelda game, but one near the end—except i'm still at the start

it's so similar to how everyone like, rallied behind link at the end of tp to help him beat ganon, but...this time we already know link failed

god!!!!! this is so good!!!!

every time i find myself thinking "this is an amazing game but it just doesn't feel much like zelda" it comes back and gets me

aaaaaah

and i found a shrine here!!! #nice

altho i'd really like to be done for the night lol

it was super easy thank goodness

omg no the dragon flying earlier must have been naydra bc there naydra is :'))) hey bud

ah and i ran into kass the accordian playing rito again ;w;

anyway now that im FINALLY done with this pronvince tomorrow i can go find the zoras!! yay!!!!

fun fact my very first username was "[not my name, some random one, not telling what it was] of the zoras" bc i love them so much

#personal #loz blogging #botw spoilers #no really this one is hella spoilery #i saw A Cutscene #anyway im glad im liveblogging all this #i never want to forget how much i hated eventide island (:

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The Infinites

Being a part of this instant family (to me) is one of the most precious thing that ever happened to me. Imo, to meet them was the best thing I experienced in my 2017. We consisted of 8 people. We may look normal, but actually we are real dorks.We have different characters and personality, ofcourse. But fortunately we blended and matched each other so well. I was always so quite and preserve whenever Im with new people, but with them, it is indeed, an exceptional. Being an introvert didnt even help me, but they did, help me. KKN era forced me to adapt faster than I usually did, because we only had 45 days, right? I wasnt even familiar with the idea of 'living with some strangers and doing things together with some strangers'. It was my biggest nightmare to live with people other than family. But KKN really changed the way I perceived something.

There were times when I just wanted to be alone. Whenever Im in my solitary moment, one of them would came up to me, asked, "What are you doing here all alone? Can i join?". Thats why I never been alone while at KKN bcs they always nongol one by one and joined my dont-disturb-me-i-want-to-be-alone-for-a-while corner. Whatevs I did and whenever i went, they could always find me. And somehow I felt thankful for that. That was how they invaded my personal spaces, and made me realize that no matter how introvert you are, you will find comforts if you are being surrounded by the right people.

We named our self The Infinite Team. We had a deep philosophy meaning behind that name. Our group consists of 8 people, eight means infinite. By 'infinite' we hoped that our spirit will be infinity to face infinity problematics that we had when KKN. Sounded cheesy, we knew. But we strived to meet the expectations. We hoped we exceed people expectation by carrying that name. Yea, that name meant alot for us. Others group would consisted of 9 or 10, but since we were only 8 we received less amount of money from uni. It didnt bother us that much. But, our concern was the amount of people we had. We were 2x more tired bcs we lacked of people, compared to others. We used to have double job, cover each other position while finishing our own jobdesk. The plus is : our posko was actually a small house with 3 rooms. By having 8 members we could save space and EVEN WATER (oh god thankyou). We didnt have to queue for too long to take a bath or shalat. We divided the household chores fairly, ex doing dishes (2 people in each meal time), doing laundry (2-4 people in a day), house cleaning, and cooking. We usually did the turn by playing some games. Tho its childish but we found it fun. We used to play UNO every night. Or when we got bored of UNO we switched to other card games, like bohong, werewolf, speed, obat nyamuk, and etc. We used to arrange our schedule every ba'da isya by writing some to do lists in the whiteboard. After Maghrib,I turned the TV and I got scolded alot bcs i always watched naruto. Its not because they dislike naruto, but it was bcs that Naruto eps was being replayed over and over again that they fed up with it. But they still watched it anyway lol, I know you guys would still like it, stop complaining.

Every Saturday noon, we sat together to watch master chef and ninja warrior (our life saver). In Sunday morning we spent some times by having breakfast and watching Doraemon. Every once in a week we went out to eat at some random warung by using 'uang kehidupan'. We would get 'scholarship' to eat gratisan from that uang kehidupan. Yeah we had this habit to give nicknames in every thing. We called a bunch of snacks with 'uang rakyat' bcs we bought it with money from uni. We named our family room with 'ohana room' bcs Ohana means family. We named our flashlights 'Sumber kehidupan' bcs idk?. We named one of our room the 'before after room' bcs we used it to do make up. We had a room called 'logistics room' bcs thats where we keep our logistics. We named a guling as 'Oji's boyfriend' bcs thats how jones she were. We gave a nickname to a middle schooler as 'elsa' because his hands were always cold. And oh, we even gave name to our lovely live safer, 3 motors that we brought along from solo. They are ABut, plat K, and dolphino. We also had 2 cats, named Mendes and Alex. And these are the infinites :

1. Amel

Amel is that person who was in charge of cooking. She liked to take a nap at 13.00 and woke up at 14.30 straightly. She went to sleep early than any other people. She is actually a year older than the rest of us but she is the most innocent. One day she copied Dimma's pick up line, "WTF", thinking it means "astaga" in bahasa indo. She used that word for a week straight until we told her the actual meaning of that phrase. Her favorite activity consisted of taking photos and selfie, and update them on socmeds. She is the softest from all of us tho. She was also in charge of some updates in our instagram. She always got the most numerous bullies but she always nevermind. She could always laughed even for some lame jokes. She likes Spongebob, even she laughed like spongebob. She always lost whenever she plays game. But she tried hard in every Zombie vs Plants game and even counter strikes. One day, i saw her cry in the backyard but i didnt approach her bcs i thought whenever someone's crying I want to give them their space. I thought I would asked her whe she's feeling better, but dammit I forgot, like at all. Im sorry mel, i love you.

2. Ayub

Ayub is our Koordinator Desa or Kordes. He is practically our leader. But he somehow didnt act like a leader. He is the laziest person in this team. We picked him only because his home is in Pati, the Kabupaten we lived in. Ayub is the most narsis person i have ever known. His personality in 16personalities proved that he had the most common personality (16% of the amount of population in the world). He is the antithesis of my personality. He is so extrovert and comfortable to share his thing. He was always plays music using speaker every morning. At first we didnt bother with it, but slowly it annoyed us because his playlist was so damn lame. I knew he was always a dork but, come on, who would download covered songs with clapping sounds in the background. You can just download the actual song instead, Yub, smh. We used to hid that damn speaker to prevent Ayub for playing his music in the early morning. They gave the speaker to me and hoped that I would play better playlists, but I dissapointed them right after bcs i only had 4 songs, and it was all Taylor swift songs. But aside from his weird music taste, he is good at cooking. His level is far higher than mine. He likes to learn new things like the cup song, english, UNO, and even being doctor (we had 2 medical students). He likes to play badminton and always criticized at how I play. He was also dumb at times. But overall, he is a good person.

3. Azis

Azis whose name is everywhere is the most receh person. His jokes were always so lame that sometimes it could make us mad at him. We had to pretend that we didnt hear him joking in order to stop his lame jokes. Aside from that, he is a hardworking person. He is in charge of being the most religious person but somehow he had the dirtiest mind among us. He once said to me that in his campus life, he's known as quiet and preserve type which is the vice versa of the personality he had in KKN. He always had me to do chores and force me to buy things like flour, egg, and etc. His motor is Dolphino. He is the one who always complain at everything. And always saying things that triggered us but ended it like, 'Guys why would you do something stupid like this, CAN I JOIN'. He is dork af but in front of childrens he always in serious mode activated. His works often being underapreciate but he never failed us, always treated us good. He was like our human-reminder. He remind us time to time for some small details. "Guys dont forget that tmrw we still have 100 things to do, lets sleep before its too late". Or. "Guys, did you remember what pak kades said about xxxxx?". Or. "Dont forget to buy this and that." Thankyou for your concern, zis. Just knew that we were bunch of forgetful people, without him, we'd be lost.

4. Bela

Bela was the only one who constantly doing her puasa senin-kamis while KKN. Thats why we gave her exception by ousting her from doing dishes. She might be the most sensitive person among us, but she was also caring and considerate. She is younger than me, but she's all matured. She was the alternate kordes whenever Ayub's not in good mood to talk. She had alotta secret admirers, from children to abang penjual pentol istimewa. She is good with elder people. We can talk about almost everything. Tho she spent the most of time doing make up, she's actually not that girly. She was my partner in magang, doing laundry, and dishes. She was my life saver whenever im lazy driving the motor. Her motor named ABut, and it was my fave.

5. Dimma

Dimma whose name is soooo long is the one who took his most KKN time by annoying others with his childish behaviour. Indeed he is the youngest of our team. He is lowkey soft and caring. He onced renewed ABut's oli, he brought us food even without us asking, he made sure that everyone got their rights. He's just our precious youngest. He's good at fixing electronical problems. He was my partner in everyday's life. He took me round the village and helped me filmed using dslr. He gave me input and critics abt my editing. He was my partner on doing dishes. He laughed with me tho its past midnight while we did our own works and the others were mad at us bcs they were sleeping. He was the one who accompanied me stargazing in teras. One day we had to begadang because it was almost deadline and we havent finished our works. He was doing his presentations and I was busy doing the after movie. We were working quitely on our own works bcs we didnt want to disturb the others bcs our sounds. At 01.00 am we got tired and i asked him random things but we ended up having a serious deep talk about life. He was the one who made fun of my name by calling me Karizzza. It annoyed me at first, but I was sorta get used with my name being made fun of. I once told them that my name is meaningless (i didnt mean to say like that, it was because im mad). But in the end, at his letter he told me this, "The name in which you think is meaningless actually have a great meaning, it is a hope and prayer from your parents. It defines how strong you were and what you will be in the future. Dont hate your name okay." And that was everyone, the first time he ever called me Karizsa.

6. Iim

I cannot find proper words to describe how grateful i am to be in the same team with her. She is, as everybody knows, my bestfriend in campus. We are in the same class and even in the same queer. She is so critical, open minded, respectful, thoughtful, and reliable + dependable. She is full package. She always ordered to be MC in everty formal event. She ate the most than the rest of us, but she didnt gain weight. She's known for her smol and short figure and always busy with her phone. She had her most time by catching up news and watching GOT spoiler on yutub. We had the same obsession with Blackpink's song As if it your last. We came from the same faculty, so our way of thinking were more in political way. Thats why sometimes our opinions were divided between them and me & iim. At the end, we'd find a way, we got this. Me and her, We spoiled each other alot bcs weve known for sooo long. We cursed at each other in everyday life bcs thats just how bestfriend works. That bij, i love her.

7. Oji

I think my team didnt deserve Oji. She is the kindest, the most humble and easy going among us. Tho she didnt understand javanese, she always takes her time by learning javanese phrases, even made effort by writing it in books so she can memorize later. She brought half of her stuffs to posko. She brought along her car which takes 4 hours long from solo. She is strong independent woman, even she rode a pickup car that none of boys cannot ride. She is true gamer and half eater. She always tell stories abt her family and her campus life. Her family is somehow looked like bunch of gag (based on her story). She got calls from her family time to time. She was my dumb & dumber partner. Oji is a lil bit crybaby tho. She cried the most while KKN. She is a medical student, but her acts didnt say so. Hahahaha. One day, he told us this : "Do u know what make me grateful to be in this team? Thats because you never say that phrase." "What phrase?", Asked us. " 'Im embarassed being your friend' ". We felt so soft. And thats it. I enjoyed being with them. Tbh it was the best 45 days I've spent in my entire life so far. Well spent. It was such an unforgettable story to live with these seven dorks. Even after our KKN life ended, im still bragging to my other friends about them. They did the same too. I learnt a lot from them. Thanks guys for making my KKN life better than it should be. I guess ‘thankyou’ is just an understatement word to describe how grateful I am to have them.

I should've disappointed bcs i didnt get to KKN in my own kabupaten. But instead, God came with a better plan. When i shared abt KKN life with my campus friends, they mostly complained about how bad their teamwork or any conflicts happened within their team. But thanks God, i've never experienced that, at all. We were so lucky to have each other. At the last day, we wrote a letter to each other. One of it said, "Im so thankful to be in the same team with these strong people".p>

And yeah, we all were thankful for having each other, dont we?

Let’s meet again now and in the future, guys.

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