#i’m posting this on my phone so if anything’s wonky i’m blaming that

[jaguarys]

Sup!

Les Légendaires question. Let me ask you about Les Légendaires.

What is one scene that stuck with you? Like really stuck with you, lying in bed thinking about it, kind of stuck with you.

Mine is the time Danaèl tried to transform Halan into à hellion. It was such à visceral moment for me to read, because he really was going to do it. The gang stopped him, but he would have done it.

What I love about this moment is that Danaèl's fury came from the fact that Halan send his men to their deaths and they actually gone through something that can be considered worse than death. That shows à wedge between Danaèl and the rest of Les Legendaires, because he was a silver falcon. He served a crown. He was once the same as these soldiers, and even now he's still loyal to the king, saving the world is his priority, but he's still loyal.

The fact that he probably sees himself in them, fiercely loyal, devoted and trusting, only to later be betrayed by those who you served (people of Alysia for Danaèl/Halan for the soldiers). Only he can sympathize with them in that moment and the fact that his friends, his family can't hurts. It hurts him so much.

And that's without going into his "Saryn died because of me. She turned into a hellion because of me. I couldn't save her" trauma that doesn't help his situation at all.

So in conclusion: Halan is the character I hate the most. And Danaèl is not well at all.

YES YES YES love. Danaël is absolutely rabid about protecting the people around him, and he's also got some Very Strong Complicated Feelings about the Faucons d'Argent. Even once he leaves them, they've really influenced his mindset and his mentality towards those around him.

And then Saryn just... compounds that. Multiplies it by 10. And don't get me started on his reaction to the Faucons in vol 2. He's the kind of person who's going to hold on by the fingernails to the people around him.

I say Danaël's the best of the group, but that certainly doesn't mean he's perfect. He's a surprisingly ruthless person. He's pragmatic, I think. He's not naïve, even if he might seem it, and he's realistic to the dangers of things (think his plan to kill Shimy when she's Anathos' target).

AS FOR YOUR QUESTION.... that's such a difficult one. I think, ultimately, the volume I've spent the most time awake at night thinking about is Gryf's Origines. In my reread I'll admit that it didn't hit the same as when I was 10, but all the same I'm just. AUGH. He.

But lately... I dunno, vols 13 and 14 have really been Haunting Me. Jadina's replacement, her interlinking with the tree, the others' reactions to her death. The identity issues rising from the fact she’s not Jadina, not truly. Jadina mourning herself. The development of her relationship with Ténébris.

Her conversation with Adeyrid at the end is really interesting to me. Orchidia’s dynamics & the rigidity of being royalty is so fascinating. I really liked Jadina pointing out that Adeyrid was just passing on the same restrictions she’d had to deal with, and how Jadina couldn’t forgive her for that. Just….. her <3

[inkrabbit]

Sorry my bad! I still mistake their names (of all ghouls actually I'm new around here)

Now you got me curious again about their deaths. Can you post it please? I can send you my heart if you want

You’re fine, anon! Below the cut is all of the boys and how they died, along with their age. Formatting might be wonky because I’m doing this from my phone

Ares was 28 when he died. he was a mechanic that generally tried to help anyone and everyone, and just tried to see the good in people. he went to an old abandoned house with 3 friends he was close with. like friends who always invited him out, were always so nice to him, got him gifts, etc. they wanted to do a séance since it was getting closer to Halloween. just something spooky. friend 1 had the bright idea of "hey, how about one of us goes into the broom closet?" and friend 2, who had originally been picked to go in, was way too scared. that's fine. Ares volunteered to go in instead because he didn't believe in anything. so they shut him in, had a little laugh about it. Ares kept making jokes to make sure friend 2 didn't freak out too much. he may or may not have had feelings for them. but the candle friend 3 was holding got a little too close to the decorative blanket that was hanging on the nearby wall and it caught fire. Ares didn't know what was happening. he just thought his friends screaming was to freak him out. you know, until he smelled the smoke and heard the crackling of wood. the door was stuck because the hinges were old and rusted and, in the end, the 3 friends ended up leaving to save themselves when the fire got too much. Ares was trapped in the broom closet, frantically trying to open the door but he couldn't. and in those final moments, he blamed them. when he got to Hell, he thought it was a sick joke that he was a fire ghoul and he carried his rage close. every single person that summoned him was shitty and it only made him worse. so when Nihil summoned him he was just so tired and angry and he just didn't wanna do it anymore

Astraeus was 25 when he died. while he was a Viking, he spent a lot of his time as a skald (a poet). his whole clan loved and adored him, and he did have a love interest. his best friend growing up, who had eventually become the leader of the clan. Astraeus stayed as their right hand, as well as their confidant. and everything was going great. the night before their raid, his friend asked him to sing them a song. so he did. he picked up his old lyre and strummed it while he sang of a man that had hopelessly fallen for someone well out of his league. and his friend seemed to love it. in the morning, they packed everything up and, as usual, Astraeus took his position by his friend. but this raid was different. nearly all of their own had been killed. but like the ever loyal berserker, Astraeus stayed right beside his friend up until the end. they managed to kill off all of their enemies and even found the loot his friend was looking for. a very joyous moment that was cut short when Astraeus felt a sharp, stinging pain in his back. his friend had stabbed him. and then proceeded to stab him over and over and over again, even after he fell to the ground. he wasn't offered any closure. he was just left there to bleed out. and right before he finally died, he watched through lidded eyes as his body was set on fire. even as a ghoul, he was abused and betrayed. his real name was used against him in order to make him submit and his previous masters did whatever they wanted to him. when Nihil summoned him and he saw the other ghouls, he was worried the same thing would happen

Neptune was 31 when he died. he lived in the same town as Silvanus, and died a week before him. his home life was actually very loving, and he grew up with two brothers and two sisters. Neptune was the oldest and had no problem taking care of his younger siblings and helping his parents. he proved to be a skilled hunter and took on the role of getting food for his family. fruits, veggies, meat, whatever they needed, he went out and would find. but Neptune had gotten a little too ambitious one day. it was getting closer to winter and he knew that meat and food would start to dwindle. his family wasn't the richest and he knew they relied on him. so even though he was so exhausted from his hunting through the day, he pushed on well into the night. when he finally couldn't take it anymore, he made a little camp, right beside the lake he loved to visit during the summer. he could barely keep his eyes open and ended up nodding off by the fire. his pant leg got too close and it caught fire, lighting up the rest of his clothes and body quickly. in his panic to put it out, he jumped into the lake, but the sharp temperature change threw him into shock and his body locked up. he fell below the water's surface, and though he tried desperately to call for help, the water only filled his mouth and soon his lungs. he woke up in Hell in a confused haze. an older ghoul was the one who had to explain to him what was going on. Neptune, however, was very lucky. all of his masters were respectful of him, or just in complete surprise that a ghoul actually existed. when Nihil summoned him, he just assumed it was another sweet master that he could server

Notus was 19 when he died. originally from Germany, he moved to America in order to go to college and get a new start. he missed his parents, but he loved the freedom he had on his own. surprisingly enough, he fell in with the jocks, and even was gifted a letterman jacket by the star quarterback. he always questioned his place in the group, but he never left. the day he decided to take the train to go to the city, however, was when an argument turned into a fight in the subway. he tried to ignore it and tell himself that it was okay. he would be away from it soon. but one of the men got shoved backwards and, in turn, was knocked into Notus, who fell onto the tracks. he landed face first on the metal, breaking his nose and putting him into a daze. he didn't get the chance to realize exactly what was happening before he heard the train's horn. the last thing he saw was the train barreling towards him. he woke up in Hell, scared and alone. the ghouls ignored him, save for one that tried to take him under her wing, both literally and metaphorically. Notus lacked a backbone, and the ghoulette talked him through everything. she told him to never give a master his real name, and also told him that some masters were vile and cruel. she was summoned before him. Nihil is Notus' first and only master, and while he does miss the ghoulette that helped him in the beginning, he's happy to be with his pack and actually feel like he belongs

Silvanus was also 31 when he died. his father died from a disease when he was 5, leaving his mother to raise him. she was a saint that originally came from Okinawa, and she taught Silvanus everything he needed to know. how to cook, how to sew, how to be kind to people and stay peaceful. he grew up with a Japanese accent that he eventually lost as he got older. eventually, at the age of 20, his mother took ill as well. Silvanus stopped everything to take care of her, even quitting his job at the local shop when she got worse. a lot of his savings went to medicine for her, along with the best foods money could buy. he gave her the world, and even insisted that she took it easy when her illness waned. desperate for money, Silvanus became a bounty hunter and, eventually, became an amazing sharpshooter. his mother was worried, but he always told her he would be okay. he never told her that bounty hunting helped distract him. severe depression had taken hold when she got sick, and the adrenaline of shooting and killing helped him ignore his sorrows. but he hid it well, even when she got worse again. he had come home from a successful job one day and found her laying motionless on the floor in the kitchen. he completely broke that day. he lasted for a week, but he wasn't himself. he became cold and hostile towards what little friends he had out of nowhere in a desperate attempt to cut ties and save everyone the heartache of his made up mind. he grabbed a metal box, his parents' wedding rings, and two pictures: one of his parents after they had gotten married, and one of him and his mother. he put them all in the box, locked it up and carried them out to the woods. he attached a note to the top of the box that requested it be buried with him. and when he felt ready, he slit his throat. Hell wasn't too bad. he kept to himself most of the time, but it was his masters that ruined him. they yanked his antlers and tail, pulled on his teeth, made him fight other ghouls. but he always came out on top. and he always killed his masters for their abuse. he thought the same would happen with Nihil and refused to believe in a "happy ending" until he was finally proven wrong

[theramseyloft]

I revere pigeons. Their care and history is my special interest and they occupy my mind almost all the time. The knowledge that someone is deliberately hurting and neglecting ones they've stolen from caring, safer environments and people that were concerned for their wellbeing has me crying. Imagine being so empty as a person, to go so far as to injure a pigeon for imaginary internet points and attention.

I have been trying to work up the energy to write a post about this for weeks.

Christmas eve of 2018, my business page was contacted by some one looking for birds. 

In January 2019, he let slip that he was a minor, and that his parents were adamantly opposed to him having birds.

Minors whose parents are not fully supportive of their choice of pet are a hard no in my screening process. He kept asking questions as if preparing to care for birds he expected me to sell or adopt to him, and every time, I would ask to speak to his legal guardian. He did everything he could, from telling me his mom would call me later, to eventually calling my personal phone in the middle of the night to try and coerce me into sneaking him birds under the cover of darkness. I got to the point where I would only answer his questions about available birds with "Have your legal guardian ask me." About this time, Palomacy's head, Elizabeth, came to me privately to warn me not to adopt to him. I know she thinks breeders will do anything for a sale, but my screening process for babies I have hatched is every bit as strict as my screening process for rescues. I told her I had no plans to. But confessed that I’d had a troubled history of using rescue as a coping mechanism for an abusive home situation when I was in college, and felt obligated to mentor him. I was also taken in by the charming 'enthusiastic teen who really wants to learn' facade that he's so artfully developed. So, when he used a different name��to get into the Small Scale Rescue and House Pet/Therapy pigeon discord servers, and let slip who he was by accident, I was content to let him stay, hoping that the information we share would help him develop into a better care taker. But more and more red flags started popping up.

One pigeon’s bare neck, claimed to have been a wonky molt, but inflamed and bristling with filoplumes (The avian equivalent of whiskers;thin hair like feathers that also fall out during that heavy a molt)

The same bird claimed to have eaten playdough and thrown it up, in a photo with a cage full of green, moldy poop. (Where did the bird get playdough? Why was it allowed to get far enough to swallow it?)

The same bird claimed to have coins and chunks of carrot pulled out of his crop (things a pigeon can’t physically swallow unaided)

In every progressive photo, the feathers are thinner and more bedraggled and the bird himself was losing weight.

That pigeon mysteriously vanished, only got him to get two more, and mention nonchallantly after the fact that “Oh, puff died last week.”

His new pet pigeons, who supposedly lived in their own room in his house, got out while he was moving a couch.

He got, and promptly lost two other rescue birds from the rescue I posted about late in the summer that was shut down by her city and urgently needed homes for their birds.

When told Great Lakes Pigeon Rescue was going to be warned about adopting to him, this is what he posted on my education server:

He had his eye on a bird of mine (Frito), talking him down like he was undesirable or unadoptable, and reasoning that I’d have a hard time finding a home for him because of his bad personality.

Frito washed from therapy training due to INTENSE dislike of his harness.

That, and that he had developed a strong independent streak and prefered the company of other birds to people were the first things I told Brysen when he asked after that specific bird.

In one channel of the server, he would be talking to me about how he didn’t mind Frito just being a pretty house bird and would be ok if he never warmed up to being handled...

While, in another, he would be posting harnesses, asking if they would work for Frito, and asking other residents how to make an independent bird get used to being handled.

When I called him on it, he came into my DMs with this mess:

(The turn around in tone in the 12 hours I was too angry to respond is almost funny..)

Remember that rescue from earlier?

These are screenshots of her conversation with him (used with permission) about the birds that were lost, sent to the person in charge of Palomacy, where he was an active member on their platform at the time, to warn that he was preying on rescues to get more birds:

This conversation clearly illustrates that he was using us and Palomacy only to adapt the way he preys on rescues.

There is a reason he preys on rescues. We are hopeful for people to improve. So he expects infinite chances from us. And he expects that a correctly worded apology will erase any consequences. He preys on pigeons because there are no laws in the US concerning their welfare. Despite being domestic animals (the pigeons brought by Europeans to North America had been domesticated for thousands of years, and there were no natives of the same species or even in the Columba genus to mix back with); Pigeons are under the jurisdiction of the Department of Natural Resources, which governs wildlife, and legally classifies them as an invasive pest. The Department of Agriculture is the one that presides over domestic animals and investigates animal cruelty. They may only act for the welfare of pigeons under the specific circumstance of the pigeons in question being meat breeds bred for squab intended for human consumption via restaurants. In any other instance, killing a pigeon by any means, including torture, is legally equivalent to pest control. There are no legal consequences for it.

After I blocked and banned him, it came to light through several sources in personal contact with him that he maimed, killed, and discarded 25 birds that we know of, and he is still trying to get more.

Several people who denied him birds shared screen shots with us proving that they were also sexually harassed and threatened with sexual violence by him.

Several of the people who came to us told us that they had also tried to warn Palomacy, but their comments were immediately erased.

Brysen was allowed to continue to speak openly on their platform with no consequences, allowing him to truthfully say that he was being mentored by Palomacy to lull smaller rescues into a false sense of security and convince them to give him birds.

They had two articles on their website about what a wonderful young rescuer he was, only taken down after they tried to claim I had doxxed an innocent child, and it was pointed out to them that their public articles had his full current address, date and place of birth, and a photo of him in front of his house. I had beef enough with the organization before this that I will not go into on this post, but I am disgusted by the way Elizabeth silenced her own admins and community members from warning other rescues and individuals and tried to shut the rescue up who sent the above screen shots when she came forward about the birds he tricked her into bringing to Ga who were immediately killed. And then blamed her for their deaths. @tutu.pigeon brought me those screen shots the day after I banned him and one of my server mods took it upon themself to be a voice for his other victims by creating the Instagram @exposing_helluva_duv What ever respect I might have had for Palomacy is permanently destroyed.

You cannot call yourself a rescue if you cover for a serial abuser, actively prevent his victims from warning the rest of their community, and then blame those victims for having been taken advantage of.

The harm that that, combined with everything else I have beef with, has done so out weighs any good that I can no longer, in good conscience, attempt to put aside our differences and meet in the middle.

I’m not gonna waste the energy to start any shit, and I don’t think any one else should either. 

But I’m done trying to be any degree of supportive to them.

Gonna put my energy into encouraging more small shelters so there are better options.

[dumbass-mha-simp]

Hawks x Reader

This is very self indulgent tbh. Mostly gender neutral but does mention make up. Also the reader has mega family trauma cuz same.

Warnings: mentions of food, alcohol, reader is drunk but keigo is vv respectful & doesn't try anything, reader doesn't talk to their family, past family abuse, reader is kinda mean to him at first

I wrote this at like 4am and my phone is wonky and keeps autocorrecting "you" to "he" for no reason but i did like one quick pass through before posting so hopefully it's good enough, this is probably one of the first times I've actually published my fanfiction so hopefully it ain't shit,

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For the last couple months you've been teasing him. Practically any other girl in your position would swoon in your position. But where's the fun in letting him get what he wants so quick?

Pro Hero Hawks, had seemingly everyone wrapped around his finger. With eyes pierced in deep gold and, blazing, ruby red wings, it's hard for anyone to not be attracted to him.

You stood in the back corner of a "special hero party," trying to discern if you should sneak out and do anything more interesting than standing with a bunch of other heros.

"Hello there, beautiful." A thick and sweet voice called as you turned your head to them. "Looking lonely all alone back here, let me join?" Hawks, the number two hero was offering to stand with you. Staying it is I suppose.

"I admire your work, you're really dedicated kid. I like watching your stuff." He says taking a slow sip of his drink.

"You? You watch me?" The disbelief of it rung through in sarcasm. How were you to expect someone like him watched your work. You continued sipping from your drink, even if it was a boring party there was free fancy alcohol and that's all a hero could ever need.

"I wanna see more of you, and not just on the screen or anything. I want to get to know you, you know, maybe take you out a bit, hottie." He uses his middle finger to gently lift your chin up.

"And why do you think I'd immediately just accept some date from a guy I've never even talked to?" You dryly laugh out taking another sip.

"C'mon pretty thing, you know me. Your friendly neighborhood Hawks. The hottest, and most loved person you'll ever meet."

"Ah that's what you are, the hot, amazing, charming, hero to any and all." You scoffed

"The one and only."

You spent the rest of the night either playing hard to get, or annoyed at him. You couldn't exactly tell.

This carried on for months, every event you attended, he was right there on your heels like an abandoned, clingy puppy. He's even started patrolling with you.

"Say when are you gonna quit and just accept a date dollie?" He charmed up behind you.

"I'm at work, Hawks." Your boots cracked on the wet pavement as the last bits of rain desperately clung to the air.

"Why do you play so hard to get?" He questioned in a more serious tone. He was genuinely curious about you. "Most people would kill to have me begging for them, let alone after giving me to cold shoulder so many times." You could hear the upturn in his lips as he spoke.

"Why do you happen to find me the one person worth going for?" You retorted back.

"You interest me. There's very few people I'm genuinely curious about, but one of them's you, kid." He looked up into your eyes from the street. Something you'd never thought you'd see in Hawks' eyes was sincerity over such a topic. He genuinely wanted to know you.

".........Let's just say letting people in isn't my forte." You say quickly but with a slight hint of pain. You begin to walk off again and he doesn't question. He doesn't push you to tell him why. But you could see the way he processes your words on his face.

A bar, on a Thursday night, alone. How pathetic of you. Luckily you had no work tomorrow, a big mission the week before let them cut a couple weekends longer. As you downed your refill you questioned how many you've had.

"How long have I been here?" You whispered slightly to yourself before bringing it to your lips.

The warm rush reflow through your body as you let yourself fall to it. The bartender looked at you from the corner of his eye.

"I'm cutting you off for the night." He looks earnestly at you.

"Now that's not very nice there." You laugh back at him.

You pull out your phone and attempt to call some friends but lucky enough for you, you chose a night they were all at work to recklessly get drunk in the middle of the city. The only other contact you could think of was Hawks.

There's no way he'll pick up. He's gotta be busy. I could find literally anyone else to do it. You mutter in your brain as you go into his contact and start a call.

It rings twice before his voice calls out to you. "Hey this is hawks. ... (Y/h/n), are you there?"

Okay act cool and sober. "Heeeeyyy bird." Shit.

You could practically feel his shit eating grin across the phone. "You in need of a hero babe?"

"Can you please pick me up?" A whine took over your voice. You hated being drunk in front of people like him. That soft affectionate side seems to burst its way out when the alcohol takes control.

"Tell me where you are birdie." He said as you heard some ruffling. "(Bar name idk)." You rough out tiredly.

"Be right there angel." He called before hanging up.

You put the phone down on the counter and groaned. Why him? You try so hard to make sure you don't fall for people. They always end up like the last. You feel like they stop caring once they really meet you. Like they don't want the cake after the first bite.

Used, alone, and forgotten. It's a stabbing feeling that your used to. A feeling of burning heaviness in your stomach.

You sit slumped down onto the bar contemplating your feelings for the winged hero for awhile. Why can't emotions just be controlled?

"Hey-o!" You heard a voice from behind you break through the thoughts corrupting your mind. Hawks smiled and thanked the bartender before reaching his arms around you and helping you off the stool.

I didn't know he could be so gentle..

He walked you out the door and held your arms softly, but supportedly as he looked you in the face. "I'm gonna fly us okay? Don't wriggle to much." With that he picks you up and starts beating his wings.

"Hawks?" You call slurred and quiet.

"Yeah, kid?" He glances down at you with a light smile.

"What's your real name?"

"Well why would I tell you that when you refuse to tell me yours so often?" He chuckled.

"(Y/n) (y/l/n)"

"W..what?"

"My name. It's (Y/n) (y/l/n)." You replied back.

You could see the confusion of your open demeanor. But there was something else in his eyes. Something you couldn't put your finger on.

"Soooooooo....." you trailed off with a smile.

"Keigo Takami." He chortled at your ridiculous smile.

"That's a lot prettier than I thought it would be." You stared into his face. How could anyone not find him attractive. The perfect mix of facial hair, jawline, that dumb grin that was insanely attractive, those eyes that were the perfect gold.

"You're gorgeous, Keigo." You whisper more to yourself than him.

"And you apparently drank a lot more than I suspected." He tried to brush off but you could feel a bit more heat from his face.

"Here it is." He lands gingerly and places you down on the ground, wrapping his arm under your shoulder and holding onto the small of your back. "Let's get you in bed."

"Have you eaten today?" He calls after setting you on the couch and going to the kitchen to get you some water. You shake your head and he looks a little concerned but doesn't push it. He hasn't either so late take out it is.

"What do you want?" He looks to you above the old paper menu he has saved from a place not to far from here. "Cuddles." You pout looking through your phone.

"I meant for dinner (y/n)." He laughs at you. "Oooh that makes sense." You laugh too, "anything with noodles and shrimp, I reaaaaally like shrimp." You smile at him wholesomely as he looks at you with the same missing thing as earlier in his eyes.

He orders for the both of you then takes you to the bathroom and sits you on the counter with your bag. "Makeup remover?" He asked placing your bag on your lap. You pull out some individual wipes as he gentle pulls them from your fingers and moves the bag to the side.

He softly wipes at your face as you close your eyes and focus on the feeling of his hands. After wiping the makeup off he wipes down your face with water to make sure there's no remover left either.

"Beautiful. Now do you want to go watch something while we wait for the food?"

His eyes gleamed at you and it filled you with that feeling of admiration. He was being so considerate and kind. Nothing like you imagined. You were safe. Safe here with him by your side.

You placed a kiss to his cheek.

"(Y/nn)," he closed his eyes softly taking in the tingle of where your lips pressed. "You're drunk off your ass, baby. Lets get you fed and in bed, dear." You nod tiredly as he pulls you down from the counter.

You sit back down on his couch as he answers the door and takes the food. "Someone order shrimp?"

"Oooo!" You clap your hands rapidly and look to him excitedly. He giggles at you and hands you the food.

You sit and eat together. Talking about whatever comes to mind first and building on from wherever it wandered.

"So, what's your family like?" He asked innocently enough. "Eh." You brushed off. A subject you never liked was family.

"I get that." He tried to laugh but it seemed forced. "I was born with two parents and couldn't get a single one to even care about me." You laughed to him.

"Do you talk to them?" He looks like he wants your answer. Like he cares about what you say.

"I try not to. I cut them off when I was a teen, everyone blamed it on me being a dumb rebellious kid. No one ever tried to see what happened in those walls." You trailed off.

"Were you hurt?" He tilts his head as concern covers his features. "That's an understatement." You force a smile back at him and take a bite.

"I...I think I kinda understand what you feel in a way." You meet his eyes as they lazily traveled to the floor. His thoughts stiring from behind his pupils.

"No parent buddies?" You put out your hand for a fist bump. He laughs and fist bumps you, "Yeah, no parent buddies."

You lean a bit closer to him. "I'm sorry you were hurt. They didn't deserve the control they had over you." You went a bit more serious as you draw your eyes up to him.

"Im sorry for you too." He breathed out to you. "Now let's get you in bed." A smile took over as he moved your empty food package onto the table and picked you up.

"PUT ME DOWN KEIGO!" You laugh and softly hit your hands against him. He laughs with you then throws you onto the bed.

"Why am I on the bed?" You frown. "Why wouldn't you be?" He looks as he places your water on the night stand next to you.

"It's your bed."

"And I get to choose who sleeps in it."

He places a feather-light kiss on your temples then goes to the door.

"Keigo-" he turns, "cuddle me?"

"I'll clean up and be back here soon okay?" He smiles at you. "Okay"

After twenty minutes of struggling to keep yourself up you feel a weight press into the mattress, keeping some distance.

You roll up next to him and wrap yourself around him.

"Sweet dreams Keigo."

"Goodnight, (y/n)."

And there he was when you woke up. Right beside you. After awhile you got used to seeing his face when you woke up. Always being able to see the look in his eyes you tried so hard to put your finger on. The lovestruck stupid he was for you.

[waejinyoung]

Can’t Swim - EP . 8

Can’t Swim 8

word count: 3.2k+

a/n: you might be questioning where I have been for the past couple of months. I have one word to say that should be a good enough answer. College. I’ve been studying none stop and found no time to write the next episode after university started. The posts will no longer be regular so just keep yourselves updated. Hopefully I will have another 2 episodes up between now and the end of the year at least but don’t quote me on that. I hope you enjoy! 

I’m deeply sorry for my absence again x

warnings: nothing

EP . 1 , EP . 2 , EP . 3 , EP . 4 , EP . 5 , EP . 6 , EP . 7 , EP . 8 , EP . 9

THIRD PERSON POV

The afternoon continued with Y/N and Jinyoung discussing life and getting to know one another whilst Y/N replied to her emails.

“It’s mind b-boggling how you and J-Jackson may have crossed paths back in 2012…” Y/N had just mentioned how she was training for the London 2012 Olympics to compete for swimming.

“Similar to Jackson, I switched career paths and decided to study architecture. Dad wasn’t the biggest fan until he saw the passion and success I had gained in the industry. He soon came to terms with everything.”

“Wow… do you r-regret it at all?” The clock marked 10:30 pm. You guys had been talking for the past 90 mins, getting to know each other.

“I think I regretted not swimming after deciding to study architecture. I didn’t choose to not compete in the Olympics because I no longer liked swimming so I do regret not continuing although I must say, studying architecture might be the most time consuming degree out there. That’s why later on I decided to apply to become a licensed swimming teacher to undergo lessons. I’d be teaching people how to swim whilst fulfilling my love for swimming.”

“Best of both w-worlds, r-right?”

“Exactly.” Y/N had now placed all her work to aside with her back against the wall, legs crossed enveloped into the conversation.

Some seconds went by and Y/N wanted to know about Jinyoung’s initial dreams.

“What about you? Did you always want to be a singer?”

“Always. I took up d-dance lessons when I was around 15. Then went to a-audition and got in to JYPE. That was when I met J-Jaebeom. We actually d-debuted together as a d-duo group called JJProject to later on d-debut with the r-rest of the g-guys as GOT7. Since t-then they’ve been my f-family rather than just my m-members. I think it’s g-getting to the p-point where I might have spent m-more years of my l-life with them then I did without. Time flies…”

“I could definitely sense the brotherly love you guys all have for each other. So how did becoming an actor happen?”

“I r-requested from the c-company to find roles I could take part in a couple years b-back. First it was small roles in small d-dramas and then being c-casted by more known d-directors to p-play bigger roles. All of that has l-led me to play s-second male lead for ‘When My Love Blooms’.”

“When do the episodes start airing?” Y/N had grown eager about Jinyoung’s talents.

“Hold your h-horses… we haven’t e-even started f-filming yet and won’t be until I r-recover… The original airing d-dates will probably be p-pushed f-further.” Jinyoung’s words drifted into a sudden realisation for his career.

“If only-“ Y/N was about to blame herself again.

“We’ve been through this m-multiple times Y/N. None of this is your f-fault so s-stop blaming yourself for t-things you have no c-control over.”

Y/N had her mouth open ready to retaliate but if she had to be honest… she couldn’t be bothered to fight back considering it was now coming up to 11:00 pm.

“Fine.” Y/N yawned and covered her mouth. Work had been extremely busy today especially with all the news floating around now.

“S-someone’s tired.” Jinyoung eyed Y/N’s tired state and decided to call it a night.

“I still have so much to do. I can’t fall asleep now.”

“C-could you n-not spare an e-early n-night just for t-today?” Y/N recollected her thoughts weighing up if she could possibly sleep early tonight and get all the work done tomorrow.

“I could…”

“Problem s-solved then. Clear up your b-bed and get your pjs on. I d-don’t want to f-face a t-tired Y/N tomorrow m-morning.” Y/N eyed your mean comment and huffed to your orders.

“Yes, sir.”

2 WEEKS LATER

Y/N’s POV

“Miss, Jinyoung has been recovering quicker than expected. He should be perfectly fine to attend the event. If anything unsettling happens you can give me a direct phone call.”

“Thank you so much Doc.” You gave the doctor a large smile and she reciprocated a reassuring smile.

You entered Jinyoung’s room with your outfit for the architecture awards festival along with you.

“Am I allowed to come?” Jinyoung asked as soon as you entered the room. You gave him a nod.

Jinyoung’s voice was more or less back to 100% and his eye had completed healed by the end of last week. There wasn’t much left until being fully recovered. Possibly parting from the hospital quicker than the original 2 months the doctor had estimated.

“I knew I’d get the green light. I even prepared my outfit because I was so sure I’d be able to come.” You hadn’t seen someone so ecstatic for an awards festival.

“As expected… I’m not even surprised. Will you be able to get dressed? Need any of my help?” Jinyoung was still a little instable since he’s been lying in bed for the past 2 weeks. His legs tend to give out for the first 30 mins.

“I think I can manage. I’ll get dressed quickly and then the bathroom is all yours.” You chuckled at his assumption that you’ll take really long in the bathroom for the event.

Jinyoung heads towards the bathroom and you are left there practising a speech you’ve written for all the awards you and your company have been nominated. This isn’t because you knew you were going to win any of them but… the unprofessional scenes if you guys were to win an award and to not have a speech ready daunted you. There was nothing wrong with being prepared.

15 MINUTES LATER

You must say… I don’t think you had ever laid eyes on someone so handsome in your life before. You could swear that this man was carved by God himself.

“How much deeper are you going to fall into my looks?” You hadn’t realised but you had been staring Jinyoung up and down for the past 30 seconds of him leaving the bathroom. Hair all styled. The suit was literally made for him. His cute bow tie was a little wonky leading you to let out a chuckle.

“What?” Jinyoung’s face turned serious thinking something was wrong with how he looked.

“Your bowtie is wonky.” You stood up from your seat and reached out to fix his bowtie. Your eyes were fixated in straightening the bowtie and all Jinyoung could do was analyse your face and how focussed you were.

“There you go. Looks better now.” You lightly let go off the tie and looked up at Jinyoung who was already staring right back at you. Those bambi eyes were going to be the death of you.

“Thank you. Now go and get yourself ready.” He pinched your nose and then you entered the bathroom with your dress, makeup bag and accessories.

20 MINUTES LATER

“Jinyoung~~” You called out for Jinyoung. You were done with everything but couldn’t reach the zipper on the back of your dress. You had been procrastinating on what to do and just gave up. There’s no way you could zip the dress up alone.

“Yes, Y/N. Is everything alright?” You could hear his footsteps come closer to the bathroom door.

“In a bit of sticky situation… could I ask you to do a favour?”

“Sure, what is it?” You went ahead and unlocked the door for him. He took a step back and couldn’t contain the sight in front of him. You were in a red bandeau strapless dress which had a structured skirt that was shorter at the front and longer at the back with. A very slight trail. Unsurprisingly your makeup was the bare minimum and you had left your natural hair out. His mouth was agape as you stepped out of the bathroom.

“How much longer are you going to stare for Mr Park?” He had been in the same awe you was when he had stepped out of the bathroom earlier on.

“Yes…right… the favour?” His soul re-entered his body trying to compose himself. You could only smile on the effect you had on the prince himself.

“I can’t reach my zipper, could you zip up the back of my dress for me?” You saw his cheeks blush a light pink below the thin layer of bb cream he had on. Without the zip done neither of you were going anywhere so he had to do it.

He wasn’t able to give a verbal response and just nodded. You turned around to have your back facing Jinyoung. He moved your hair to aside exposing half of your back to him. He was blushing so hard right now and was happy to have you facing away from him even though in a matter of seconds you’d be facing him seeing the shades of red planted on his cheeks. Jinyoung gently placed one hand on the zipper and the other hand on your back holding the fabric of your dress still. His fingers grazed your skin and they were a little cold leading you to jolt a little by the surprising cool touch. He notices.

“Did I hurt you?” His voice was a little worried. The slightest worrying reaction you make, and he’s so concerned. He’s too sweet.

“Nope, your hands are just a little cold that’s all.” You say whilst you chuckle.

He apologises with his soothing voice and zips up the dress, letting out a quiet done when finished.

You turn back round and thank him for his kind gesture. You also noticed the flush of his cheeks. He’s so cute, you thought. You quickly put your heels on and left Jinyoung’s patient room and entered the hall of the hospital. Expectedly, you guys received some stares and some whistles by the old women sitting outside their patient rooms. The event manager had organised a limousine to pick up each nominee for the awards hence why there was a lovely jet black limousine parked at the entrance of the hospital. The driver spotted you two and guided you the way and kept the door open for you two to enter the fancy vehicle. He ran back to the wheel and started driving towards the venue.

“Anything I need to know beforehand? Who should I present myself as?” Jinyoung had started with the questions during the car drive.

“Who’d you like to present yourself as Jinyoung?” You wanted to fish out his intentions from him.

“Preferably your boyfriend in order to stop those punks from hitting on you but I’d never want to force you into a relationship with me…” He side eyed you as he kept looking out the window. You so wanted him to be your boyfriend.

“Logical. Agreed. If anyone asks, you’re my boyfriend.”

“What an honour.” You slap his thigh due to his sarcastic tone.

“Whatttt? I’m serious. I’m going to be the boyfriend of an amazingly talented architect who’s bound to receive an award tonight. It’s a genuine privilege.” You could only look at him in awe as he described the so called ‘privilege’ he was taking part of.

“If you say so…”

The humming noise from the motor of the limousine was really calming but Jinyoung broke the silence once again.

“Are you nervous?” His tone was much deeper and serious compared to how he was a second ago.

“A little. These awards happen once a year and we’ve progressed so much as a company but so has everyone else in the industry. It’s hard to tell if we’ll be receiving the major validation from the institute. With or without the award tonight I’m so pleased with my company, but it would be nice to get a recognisable achievement for all our hard work.” Jinyoung listened to you as you let out your insecurities for the upcoming night.

“In the little amount of time I’ve met you, I think you’re the only person who deserves all the awards you’ve been nominated for this year. No one can change my thoughts and it’s going to be a pleasure to witness your achievement first hand. I can’t wait.” He rubbed his thumb over your knuckles trying to calm your nerves down. It was going to be a long night.

30 MINUTES LATER

Your limousine had rocked up to the red carpet laid out on the floor outside of the venue of the awards. You took a deep breath as the driver ran around to Jinyoung’s side of the limousine to let him out. Jinyoung agreed to open your door for you so he exited the vehicle first. Like he had planned, he went around to your side and opened the door for you to step out. The cameras started capturing every single moment as you wrapped your arm around Jinyoungs, and he gave you a reassuring nod. You gave him a smile and the two of you walked towards the entrance of the building slowly as you waved to the cameras and press greeting the two of you. The cameras were close to blinding, but you pulled through until reaching the entrance where the bodyguard escorted the two of you to your spaces in the main hall.

The building was full of white and gold decorations. You could definitely tell that the theme was highly influenced by Greek culture. The budget of the awards keep growing as the number of sponsors increase. The bodyguard escorted you to the table that Beck was already sat at with his fiancé. Beck realised your presence as well as Jinyoung. He stood up to give you a hug and shook Jinyoung’s hand. Beck’s fiancé shook both of your hands too and took your seats.

“The famous Mr Park. It’s nice to meet you in person. I’m Beck, the other shareholder.” Beck gave Jinyoung a warm smile.

“It’s nice to meet you to Beck. It seems like you already know of my name, but I’ll reiterate for the norm. My name is Park Jinyoung, you can call me just Jinyoung.” You let out a scoff because of how formal Jinyoung was being with Beck.

“He’s younger than you so you can ignore the formalities.” You said to Jinyoung and then Beck and him opened the conversation about age and their Chinese zodiac signs.

The evening began at 7:30 pm with the award winners due to be announced at 9:00 pm. Until then there was butterflies in your stomach ready to be set free any minute now.

Jinyoung came closer to your ear and whispered, “Loosen up a little. There’s no need to be this tense. Here hold my hand.”

Jinyoung offered his hand and you took it immediately as he gestured his open palm. Your hands were tiny compared to his manly hands. They encompassed all your digits giving you’re a sigh of relief because of the security they exerted. You let out a large sigh and continued with the discussions on your table with the new clients that were interested in your company. Having Jinyoung at the event really helped scare away the useless men who would only be interested in your physique and nothing more. His presence filtered out all the nonsense that would usually be taking place at the table.

The clock finally struck 9:00 pm and everyone went back to their designated seats in order for the awards to be presented. The event holder went through all the minor rookie awards to then move onto the company categories.

“Here are the nominees for Best Project of the Year.” The event holder signalled to the larger screen behind him as the nominees including your company are mentioned in no specific order.

“I was personally really fond of this project myself too. The meaning behind the design and the immense detail put into the façade really makes me excited for the future of this company. I’ll stop blabbing on and open the envelope.” You looked at Beck and then back at Jinyoung who was really eager to know the result.

“The award for Best Project of the Year goes to…” The event holder lifts the flap of the envelope and takes out the white sheet of paper inside. You hold your breath waiting for the result to be spoken.

“The Chamberlain project, designed and constructed by Chevrel Architects.” The whole community around your table started roaring and cheering for you and Beck to claim the award. That was one award written down in the books for Chevrel Architects, a company you and Beck had started years back. You and Beck had decided that if this award was given to you guys then he’d give the speech for it. Beck was the reason for the Chamberlain project happening and hands down you could state it was because of him the project turned out well. You, Jinyoung and everyone else in the hall stood up clapping as Beck walked up to the stage and shook hands with the event holder along with receiving the award. He then walked up to the mic and started his speech.

“I’d like to first start off with a large thank you to everyone at Chevrel Architects. The amount of hard work that was put into the Chamberlain project is indescribable, without everyone’s help it wouldn’t have been possible to achieve such a great outcome. I’d like to also thank Y/N for coming on this journey with me and trusting in me when I said that this company will create its own legacy. This is only the beginning…” Beck continued to thank more or less everyone he knew and came to an end with another roaring applause by everyone.

He jogged back to your table and you admired the award he placed on the table. You felt Jinyoung squeeze your hand in encouragement for you to realise how much you guys are capable of although he still knew you were a little iffy because the individual architect awards hadn’t been announced yet. You couldn’t help but smile at the gleaming object right before your eyes. Having received this award you doubted that another award would be given to someone of the same company.

Minutes went by and the event holder had reached the most awaited award of the night. Architect of the Year. You were surprised that you hadn’t left to use the restroom to throw up all this anxiety already. You were so ready to go home and relax. You wanted your normal heart rate back. You looked at Jinyoung and he gave you a look that melted your heart in seconds. He started massaging your knuckles with his thumb again and you could feel your body ease into his touch. The event holder for the last time of the night directs our attention to the screen for the listing of the nominees. Beck unfortunately wasn’t nominated so he was rooting for you to win the award.

“I know for many of you this is probably the most important part of the night. I’d like to first mention that to be able to be nominated for this award is ana achievement in itself so, you architects should all be proud of yourselves. It was a very hard decision that the committee made but we were able to make a decision. The award for Architect of the Year goes to…”

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I think it was mean of me to have ended this episode here, but it is 2:30 am right now as I write this episode. I hope you guys liked this episode. I shall be back somewhat soon so make sure to come back to check if an episode has been uploaded. Like always let me know your opinions on the story line and check out the other episodes if you haven’t. It would be nice to get some feedback :)

See you next time

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[yastaghr]

Our Skeleton 34

This time on Our Skeleton radio: Let Flowey be Mean 2020!

The farmer wasn’t quite sure why this strange flower monster wanted to rent his goats for the day. They were just goats. They weren’t trained to do yoga or pose for pictures. They would eat anything and everything in sight, but hey! Who was he to turn down this much money for something so simple? If he did he’d be a fool.

It wasn’t until much, much later, when he saw the column in the next day’s paper just above the fold, that he had a clue. He wasn’t sure whether to be horrified or to double over in laughter. Laughter won. The article read:

WILD GOAT HERD RAMPAGES IN HILLSBURY HILLS Gardens were decimated today in the well-to-do neighborhood of Hillsbury Hills when a seemingly wild herd of Boer goats descended. The herd, at least 30 strong, mowed through grass, flowers, shrubbery, and other vegetation alike. Affected residents estimate that the goats did over $250,000 worth of damage in the space of a few hours. Police were called on the miscreants as soon as a local servant noticed the goats. By the time the officers in blue responded, though, the goats had vanished from the scene. They left devastation and a large amount of pellets in their wake. No clues as to their origins have been reported. However, the property managers have posted a $250 reward for information that leads to the arrest of the perpetrators. Information is to be reported to the city police. They can be reached at: (111)111-1111.

The farmer reflected on a couple of things as he reread the article. The first was regret that he hadn’t asked the strange flower’s name. The second was the likelihood, even if he did know that information, that the police would believe him. Then he wondered why, if the property managers were the ones who had posted the reward, the police were the ones who were collecting information. Wouldn’t that invalidate any ability to claim the prize? From there he reflected on the word ‘posted’. Nowhere did it say that the reward would actually be paid. Finally, he wondered if this strange flower was happy that his revenge had been so complete. Surely that kind of dedication to destruction should be rewarded with a little bit of loyalty? Say, enough loyalty not to snitch? Especially since the flower had returned his goats happy and safe. Yes, the farmer thought to himself, renting out his goats out was definitely worth it for today.

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A giant nest (or possibly a fort) of couch cushions, blankets, and pillows had sprung forth in the middle of the living room. At the moment it was mostly empty. Only Papyrus, Sans, and Frisk were in there now. The rest of the crew wasn’t far away, though. Everyone except Toriel was on the phone, spreading the news of their little human’s burden to all of their guardians, also known as all of monsterkind. Toriel was baking a celebratory butterscotch-cinnamon pie. Today’s honesty and revelations deserved it.

In the cuddle pile, Sans had his arms around Frisk, and Papyrus had his arms around both of them. Frisk’s hands were free so they could sign. “let me get this straight. you have this power to save and load, and you’ve never done something silly with it? come on, you can tell us. you have to have done at least one silly thing. i know i would have.”

Frisk giggled. [Okay, there was one thing. It was the first time I came through the Underground. I’d just gotten past you and I ran into Doggo. I wanted to pet him, so I LOADed a few times just to pet him more. I kinda did that with all of the Dog Squad, especially with Lesser Dog. If I had a hard time or got scared by someone else in Snowdin I would go back and pet him a bit. That usually helped calm me down.]

Papyrus nodded wisely. “AN EXCELLENT DECISION. I, TOO, HAVE FOUND MYSELF SEEKING COMFORT FROM SIMPLE THINGS. PETTING A DOG IS CERTAINLY ONE OF THEM. I BELIEVE YOU HAVE SPENT QUITE SOME TIME GETTING TO KNOW DOGGO’S NEW SEEING EYE DOG?”

[Yes,] Frisk signed happily, [She’s the best! I don’t bother her when she’s working, but when he’s at home he lets me spend time with her. I give her pets and we play with toys and we cuddle. It’s great!]

Sans blinked at his brother and Frisk, then smiled cheekily. “you could say she is doggone good, huh kiddo?”

Papyrus groaned. “SANS! THAT ONE WASN’T EVEN GOOD!”

Sans chuckled. “i know, bro. that’s why i like it.”

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Flowey considered the fine selection of knives, swords, and other cutting blades in his collection. They were all razor sharp, which is what he wanted right now. Cutting through fabric required a sharp edge. He considered which length would be best for this task. The swords would be too unwieldy. The daggers all were too thick for what he had planned. That left the knives. There were eight of them. He dismissed the ones with serration. That left four. He would be traveling under the ground for this trip, so he needed a sheath to keep the blade fresh. That left two. He decided on using the double edged one. That way if the first side went dull he could still cut. Plus it had a good heft to it, which he liked.

Once that was settled Flowey turned to his other armaments. In this case they were dye bombs, glitter bombs, and water bombs. Usually he used bombs that were a little more destructive, but he didn’t want to destroy anything, he just wanted to ruin them.

With all of that tucked in his inventory Flowey set out for the mansion. It was child’s play to sneak in. All of the servants were busy trying to repair the damage from the goats, and the two targets of his campaign were away at some kind of a party. That left the house empty for him to exact his revenge. He started in the upstairs closets. There were easily more than a hundred dresses and suits. He took great pleasure in cutting the fine fabrics into tiny little pieces. He didn’t make them even, either. He sliced at odd angles, cut in wonky curves, and generally made it impossible to sew the clothes back together.

Once he was finished with the clothes Flowey moved on to the other linens in the house. He shredded pillows, mattresses, bed clothes, curtains, towels, and rugs alike. When he was done it looked like a rogue confetti machine had been let loose in the house. He smiled wickedly. That was attack number two.

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“What are they doing now, Grillby?” Toriel asked quietly. Her hands were covered in flour to prevent the pie crust she was kneading from sticking to her fur. She’d made enough for three pies. She hoped that would be enough for everyone to get their piece as well as enough that anyone who wanted to have seconds could.

Grillby, who was standing in the doorway talking to her while she worked, turned around and peered over his shoulder. “..... My boys and Frisk….. are still in the fort. Gerson left….. to go talk to the monsters in the Underground. Asgore is still….. on the phone. Undyne and Alphys have….. finished their phone calls and are now cuddling. I believe they may….. be kissing.”

Toriel huffed. “I hope they are not doing so in front of Frisk. They are a child. Such a display of affection is not appropriate for them to view.”

Grillby chuckled. “Miss Tori, times have changed. It is no longer….. the fashion for children to be prevented from seeing….. kisses and hugs. It would not surprise me….. if they had already seen them. Perhaps you should ask? In any case….. Undyne and Alphys are allowed to kiss in front of them….. and so are you.”

She blushed. Why did he always know how to push her buttons? “I am more than satisfied as I am, am I not?”

“Yes…..” Grillby said slowly, “but are your datemates?”

Toriel froze. Were… were Asgore and Sans happy with this? Asgore could be incredibly affectionate. He loved to touch and kiss her. And Sans… Sans needed all of the love they could give him. But she could still hear the voice of Asgore’s mother screaming at them for daring to kiss in front of the younger guests at a party. It had hurt. Toriel’s parents never screamed at her, even when she had upset them. Toriel wanted to make Asgore’s mother happy… but she was dead now, wasn’t she? Why was Toriel still trying to please a woman who had died nearly 1,000 years ago?

“I will think about that, Grillby. I will do some research as to what is appropriate. Now, can you go get the filling from the fridge? I’m just about ready to lay this crust out in the tins to be filled.”

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With the fabrics thoroughly bombed and destroyed by Flowey’s hands he turned to his next task. He reached up to the curtain rod nearest him, now denuded of its usual burdens, and pulled it down. The hooks that held it to the wall clattered on the ground; in this case, it was the marble floor of the entrance hallway. Flowey offhandedly knocked them under the furniture with one stray vine. Then he turned to the rod itself.

It was child’s play to remove the finials from the end of the rod. They unscrewed quite easily. Flowey hoped (in a very detached way) that that didn’t mean that they changed out the ends on a regular basis. He wanted this prank to haunt them for as long as possible.

With the finials off, Flowey pulled out his secret weapon: a whole platter of cocktail shrimp. He popped the lid off and grabbed three of the shrimp. One went in his mouth. The other two went, one each, into the open ends of the curtain rods. There they would rot, slowly and surely, and give off a haunting scent that would not be cleared until the curtain rods were replaced. The servants would, of course, be blamed. But Flowey knew that most of them were there under threat to their family. Losing this job would be freedom for them, so if Frisk ever asked he could truthfully say that they weren’t suffering because of his actions. Frisk cared about stuff like that. He had no idea why.

After planting the shrimp Flowey screwed the finials back on the ends of the curtain rod and dropped it carelessly onto the floor. That let him move on to the next curtain rod. And the next. And the next.

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“Move your elbow, Papyrus. I swear it feels like you’re all bones,” Undyne complained. She was currently in a giant cuddle pile. Everyone, from Toriel and Asgore to Frisk and Sans, was in the fort. They could generally be described as a giant heap.

Papyrus obligingly moved his arm, resting it instead on Grillby’s knee. This dislodged the Annoying Dog’s head. No one had any idea when he had shown up. He just did. Papyrus had sighed and grudgingly allowed the mongrel to stay. “BUT, UNDYNE, I AM MADE OF ALL BONES. I AM, IN FACT, A SKELETON!”

She snorted. “That doesn’t mean you have to feel like it. Do that thing where you go all fuzzy! I know you can do it. Sans is already doing it!”

Asgore’s voice rumbled into the conversation. “That would, in fact, be my head, Undyne.”

“Oh,” She said, sounding disappointed.

Sans decided to join in. “that doesn’t mean we can’t do it. it’s just kinda tricky when there are so many people around. it’s easier when there’s only one or two.”

Alphys mumbled, “... Vector matrix of magical signatures…”

“yup,” Sans said. His ear was currently pressed up against Alphys’ mouth. “that’s it exactly. you got any tips to overcome the gradient issue? pap is better at resolving it than me, but he’s never been able to explain how he does it.”

Alphys blushed. Undyne, whose hand was on her shoulder, squeezed it. “Go ahead, babe. You got this science sh...ip.”

The doctor snorted out a laugh. It was more of a hiccup than a snort, but snort made more sense. “O...kay. Well, I don’t what what you’ve, um, tried? But when I had to consolidate the differential between Mettaton’s magic and that of the power grid in order to charge his magic I, um, found a vector that’s perpendicular to the average of the other two vectors and projected them onto it? That resulting vector, the one that was the difference between the projections, was easier to handle. I just sort of… inversed it? I can’t remember what that’s called, but-”

“that’s genius, alph!” Sans interrupted enthusiastically, “i can just…”

A beat passed. Then Grillby smiled. “You have….. achieved your goal, Sans. You are now….. quite fluffy. Papyrus, do you understand….. what he’s done?”

Papyrus shook his head, dislodging Frisk’s foot. “I DO NOT, BUT I KNOW WHAT I NEED TO DO TO BECOME FLUFFY LIKE HE JUST DID. I NEED TO DO THIS! UM… IT DIDN’T WORK. DID IT?”

“Yeah it did! Right on, nerd!” Undyne cheered.

“I must admit,” Toriel commented, “that is one skill I have never seen on another skeleton monster. Do you two know where it comes from, by chance?”

It was Grillby who answered. “I am afraid it comes from….. me. I will admit I tried to teach them….. how to show their magic more….. but I taught them as if they were fire elementals. We can control how hot our flames are….. so I assumed their magic would work similarly. This….. was the result.”

“Oh!” Toriel said, “That is interesting. I wonder if there are other abilities like that that different monster types have that they don’t know about. I wonder how we could learn…”

“when you get your school you might learn. you’re going to be teaching all kinds of different monsters and humans, right?” Sans pointed out, “you’re bound to discover a hidden ability or two. especially with the humans in the mix. humans have such weird magic, right frisk?”

Frisk, who was on top of the entire pile with a quite relaxed expression on their face, signed, [Humans don’t have magic, Sans.]

Asgore chuckled. “My dear child. Humans have always had magic. You cannot live without it. It just manifests differently than monster magic. I believe, for example, that your magic controls these SAVEs and RESETs. Rodger’s magic is that of his ability to see ghosts all the time. He’s told me about several ghosts in the area that I didn’t know about, including one that seems to follow you.”

Frisk froze. Everyone else didn’t seem to notice. Well, except for Papyrus, who Frisk was laying on. But he didn’t press. Maybe he decided that Frisk was allowed to keep some secrets, just like he and Sans were. Everyone should have a secret or two.

“That’s very nice! Humans can be very judgmental about that, can they not?” Toriel said.

“They can. I am glad he…… felt safe enough with you to share,” Grillby said quietly. “Terrance has told me….. that he worries about Rodger. He seems afraid of the teachers at the school you used to attend, Frisk. Perhaps we should try and convince Terrance and Leopold to enroll him at your school, Miss Tori.”

“That sounds wonderful! He is a delightful child with wonderful parents. I would be happy to have him as a student,” Toriel said, sounding delighted. Everyone in the room knew how much this school meant to her.

“heh. how many more weeks is it until school starts again? i know we’re getting close,?” Sans said with a smile.

“The school opens for students in 8 weeks, but the other teachers and myself start work in seven. I have already begun planning my lessons. Frisk has been helping me, have you not, my child?”

Frisk knocked enthusiastically. [Yes. I’m the fun checker! I have to make sure that every lesson includes something fun!]

“WOWIE. THAT IS AN IMPORTANT JOB, BUT ONE THAT I AM CERTAIN YOU WILL DO WELL! JUST LIKE YOU ARE AN EXCELLENT HERO, FRISK. AND AN EXCELLENT FRIEND!”

Everyone nodded their agreement. That was true. Frisk was the kind of person who could (and would) be friends with everyone. Who knew what they would befriend next?

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With all the shrimp successfully hidden in the curtain rods Flowey moved on to his last prank. Well, extremely mean hearted payback. That was the same, right? It was to him.

He pulled out the little tube-like trigger thingy. He’d only ever seen it used to dispense guacamole, but he definitely felt like that wasn’t the original purpose. It looked kind of like a giant hot glue gun without a cord. He’d bought it at a home improvement store from an old man in a yellow apron. The apron was the same colour as his petals, a fact that the old man couldn’t shut up about. Flowey had never heard anyone so chatty in his life.

Lifting himself up to the level of the handle was harder than he thought. It was only a few feet. A few frustrating feet. When he reached the door handle he clung to it, bending the lever down a bit. That was fine. Any position would work for what he planned.

Flowey carefully lined the tip of the little trigger thingy up with the opening of the lock. He pressed the trigger for a few seconds, forcing the hard-setting epoxy into the locking mechanism. Only when it started to overflow did he stop. He put the tube back in his inventory, lowered himself to the ground, and slithered off to find the next door with a lock he could destroy. He couldn’t help but chuckle to himself as he did so. The Revenants had no idea what was coming to them.

[leliwardens]

how i think dark jem could of been better

after some lovely encouragement by @androgynous-barbie i’ve decided to write out my thoughts abt this! please take this post with a grain of salt as they are just my opinions and it’s been awhile since i’ve read dark jem.

i’m also gonna be using bullet points for this because it’s more thoughts than an in-depth anything, but also at some point i’ll try to do some sort of “review” of each arch/issue when i have the spoons to

lets start off with the pros and cons of the story

pros:

the ART AND DESIGNS, ofc it’s sophie behind the art wheel so i never doubted it’d be great. the design work of the dark holograms is probably some of the best in the entire series. silica is def tops in this too, she’s so ooey and gooey and creepy and intimidating i love her.

the idea of dark jem over all. it’s not your run of the mill mind control story, they’re not really mind controlled, they’re just gloomy emos. seems a bit silly but it’s really speaking “jem” to me since it involves music and a genre of music, that being goth.

i think the holograms being effected too was nice, seeing them all goth’d up. it was a drastic change from their regular selves.

pizzazz’s scene at home alone in the dark really was a shining moment in this arc, and a good show of exactly how lonely she is, and how bad her homelife is and how much the misfits mean to her.

the flashback part with the holograms parents, despite some issues, i genuinely enjoyed this scene, and just how... gentle and nostalgic it was. also the reveal of jacqui and emmett in such a nice scene was tops. the art also was really great in it too.

the build up (within the arc at least) was SO GOOD, i was really caught up in the story... at least up until 15 which leads me to...

cons:

the plot... ended up really becoming rushed during 15 to 16. 15 was pure just, text and explaining and it wasn’t at all integrated well into the story. i mean it was interesting to see and learn WHAT silicia’s powers were, but it wasn’t delivered the best. and 16 just became a “fix-it everything is fine” ending which didn’t seem at all tied to the story.

plot hole:

pizzazz’s sudden return somehow knowing EVERYTHING about what’s happened? and her voice is okay now? no or little explanation for it. this goes above with the “fix it” issue i had above.

how silica got the sickness in the first place. we didn’t see the sickness un-silica’d before or after, or anywhere silica could of had a backup band?

more nitpicky but how was silica able to project herself without the earrings or the machine? there’s a part where she’s projecting herself to one of the sickness members yet no explanation as to why or how.

silica looking like jem and nothing coming from that? not even anyone pointing it out?

eric/techrat KNOWING for a FACT it was the ai doing this, and then confronted the holograms, but nothing... came out of it? even though they knew the holograms had the ai.

the flashback bit with emmett “creating” silica? nothing is really answered about this?

the scope of the mind control is wide-spread, to the point it infected 5x5 yet this doesn’t come up at ALL in later issues.

the sickness as much as i loved their designs, ultimately proved pretty useless, more on this in my “better suggestions”.

as an issue with most of the comic i have, too many characters in both issues and arcs.

now, every story has its cons, and of course everyone has their own suggestions so here are mine! i’m gonna in “before, during, and after” format. with before being obv during the arc in previous issues, during the arc, then after in issues.

what could of been made better before the story of dark jem:

a much stronger foreshadowing storyline, from what i remember, the foreshadowing was in the annual in the form of coughing in the dreams by synergy and then in viral with the name being viral + techrat saying something is wrong with the ai. this, over all, didn’t... amount to too much haha so i’m gonna break down my suggestions for it.

for the coughing, i would have had that synergy was using silicia’s powers to like, weakly control people to like the holograms music and also be able to “enter” into the minds of the holograms? like silicia was able to do this albeit with more malice intent, and THIS could of triggered silica’s awakening/overtaking of synergy and techrat’s learning the ai is bugging out. which leads me to

like i said above, synergy using silica’s powers. synergy in both the show and comics (I assume) is amoral. she’s bound to whatever she’s ordered to do, since she’s an ai, a very advanced one, but still a computer. so her lightly drawing people in using a form of brainwashing to like the music of the holograms, isn’t that far off the mark and would have overall made for a stronger build up and interesting character.

what could of been made better during the story of dark jem:

oh boy here we go

let’s start off with a big one: the sickness. like i said above, i like the sickness, i like their designs but... i have 0 emotional investment in them as characters or any problems/danger they were placed in. they’re new characters, we were introduced to them AS mind-controlled pawns, so we don’t know what they are like before this so therefor shouldn’t care.

i’m biased i know but if the stingers were to be introduced at the end of this arc, they should of been the sickness. sure it would have been obvious (one male, three females band who else could it be), but then we as readers would have been emotionally invested in them and wanting to see them be free since we know them as characters.

if not the stingers THEM THE MISFITS! they were THERE already and easy pickings for silica. it could of even happened with kimber -> stormer and kimber could of blamed herself. and i think overall that would have made a much better conflict with eric, and pizzazz’s determination to save her band and team up with jem.

even the limp lizards would have been good..., i truly had a theory about that when dark jem first started.

the flashback with emmett and where silica “came from” is probably one of the weakest parts of the story over all because it doesn’t explain anything. emmett somehow made silica...? okay how? why couldn’t he of gotten rid of her? why was she “evil”? a lot of questions unanswered.

this could of been solved with making silica a sort of “synergy beta″, a prototype deal. and the original intent wasn’t meant to be malice, just have people be drawn in by music but it proved to be too powerful, but emmett couldn’t delete it and just made it core coding for synergy 2.0.

pizzazz’s sudden return was not really explained at all, or.. earned? i mean it just seemed like she was back to give it the story the “fix-it” ending.

i would honestly say she should of not shown back up, or not physically or something. like over the phone encouraging the misfits and have blaze lead the team-up.

overstuffed character roster.

have none of the boyfriends show up, because they didn’t contribute much outside rio being kissed by jem. and like i explained above change the sickness to previously established characters.

what could of been made better after the story of dark jem:

i adored the idea of jerrica being afraid of being jem again, that was real true consequences but then it was... dropped? and instead changed out for jerrica getting confused she was jem, which is ALSO something i really enjoyed but it really kinda ruined the impact of dark jem and silica’s control

i would suggest having jerrica still be terrified to be jem, and have her make synergy project jem in her place, and that be an issue when riot shows interest in “her”. then having to come to terms with being jem and being herself or something.

eric/techrat knowing the holograms had an ai and nothing came of it other than one scene. a huge waste, and even now nothing has come from this conflict.

i would suggest like, eric blackmailing the holograms over it post-dark jem, maybe something like making them leave 5x5 and they’re forced to start their own company (starlight music). honestly anything better than a dropped plotline

so.. ahaha done i guess! i didn’t proof read this much it’s just my brain spewing out thoughts, so if something is wonky/doesn’t make sense, that’s why! i also didn’t talk about blaze or her arc because it’s not my place to comment on her coming out, and also because blaze deserves her own post about her arc and character because i love her that much <3

i’m certain i missed stuff, or mis-remembered things, but like i said above it’s just some of my opinions and thoughts on how to improve an already good comic!

[miss-awesome0948]

Have a Trial Marriage with Husband, Demanding Extra Effort Chapter Six

Chapter 6: The Return of the Number One Top Model

Of course not, it was not yet the right time!

Mo Ting knew what her plan was as well, so he handed the phone over to her, but Tang Ning avoided the taboo topic, and in front of Mo Ting, she pressed the answer key.

“Tang Ning, where are you now?”

“I was afraid the reporters would find me, so I hid,” Tang Ning calmly replied.

“So, you do not know what Sister Long said about the affair?” Han Yu Fan asked.

“What did Sister Long do? I hid in a very remote place, so I had no way to know the news in the outside world, what happened?” Tang Ning made herself as curious and inquisitive as possible.

“Thanks to your agent, now Day Arts Entertainment is in big trouble, come back to the company, I’ll give you a press conference, Tang Ning, only you can explain clearly, that Day Arts is innocent!”

What press conference, they wanted to play her as the scapegoat?

They thought she was dumb enough?

Tang Ning mockingly hanged up the phone, but… suddenly, Mo Ting uttered something.

“On your phone, I have saved my number, so that I will always be able to know your whereabouts, feel free to tell me if there is anything you want to do.”

“Thank you, Mo Ting…”

“... You called wrongly…” Mo Ting laid down his hands on her legs, and squeezed it, “if you call me something else… then I won’t let you go.”

Tang Ning blushed, but in a low voice, said, “Lao… alright.”1

Mo Ting gave her a rare smile.

“I’ll send you to Day Arts, remember what you promised me...to no longer be in touch with any man.”

Tang Ning knew what Mo Ting was talking about, and gave him a soothing smile, wanting Mo Ting to trust her. Mo Ting’s thoughts, between the two, it went without saying.

Forty minutes later, Mo Ting sent off Tang Ning near Day Arts Company, after all, he was still the *** monarch, therefore with regards to everyone in the social circle of entertainment, he wanted to know how difficult it would be for Tang Ning to make a comeback in the modeling industry.

Tang Ning also understood that she was a threat to many people, she was entering a game she couldn’t be naive or ignorant in, that if she didn’t reshuffle her cards and be able to turn around situations unfavorable to her, then she would only lose.

Tang Ning got down from the car, going inside Day Arts secretly with the use of a hidden passage. Once the employees of Day Arts saw her, their gazes were filled with contempt, disdain and ridicule, seemingly accusing her of single-handedly planning what Sister Long did.

Tang Ning chose to turn a blind eye at them, instead going into Han Yu Fan’s office directly, looking at his tall figure from behind.

“You came back…” Han Yu Fan said, turning around, looking exhausted.

“In the end, what happened?”

“Tang Ning, you really did not know what Sister Long did?” Han Yu Fan threw down the newspaper in front of her, angrily asking, “if you didn’t incite her, then how could she, a mere agent, dare to do it?”

“Yu Fan, we are getting married, why would I do such a thing? Did you not do it?” Tang Ning’s face was full of grievances, her voice also coming out choked.

“That HF jewelry show, why did you wear the crown star on your ankle? You know, that what you and Yu Rou have that can expose you are your legs.”

Tang Ning looked at Han Yu Fan who voiced this question, thinking of all the times that Han Yu Fan would protect Mo Yu Rou. She just used to think that Han Yu Fan was protecting his new company, so she endured it all, letting him defend other people, but now, she noticed, that he only defended Mo Yu Rou, and no one else.

“At that time, I couldn’t wear the crown star, there was no other choice but to put on my ankle, Mo Yu Rou’s assistant was also present, you can ask him.”

“I have already asked Yu Rou’s assistant, and he said that you did this on your own initiative,” Han Yu Fan said, stepping in closer and closer to her.

“I am your fiancee, and yet you’d rather believe in an outsider?” Tang Ning pretended to be disappointed, and further observe Han Yu Fan’s expression. “Yesterday… should have been the day we registered for our marriage.”

“Anyway, now there are consequences, we have been sued by the HF for breach of contract, and because of your agent, now more and more people are condemning Day Arts, the consequences of the aftermath, you have to take responsibility for it,” Han Yu Fan looked down at Tang Ning, his gaze holding a hint of a God’s dictation and arrogance.

“You are going to be my wife, and I do not want my wife to be someone who will harm my career, so… Tang Ning, in order to keep the reputation of Day Arts, you are obligated to stand up and explain to the outside world, that this was just your agent’s speculation, that it had nothing to do with Day Arts Entertainment…”

“Telling other people that what SIster Long said was to promote me, isn’t that the same as admitting that I was planning to be promoted to people? This isn’t the first time you wanted me to take the blame, and let Mo Yu Rou rise into popularity,” Tang Ning cried out. “Yu Fan, is it because that I want to marry you, that I should be sacrificed?”

“I don’t care, this is just your responsibility,” as he said this sentence, Han Yu Fan thought that his tone had been too heavy, and softened it down, wanting to reach out and hold Tang Ning, but Tang Ning pushed him away.

“Tang NIng, I am also quite anxious, and… it’s only this time, after we get married, I will be good to you…”

Sure enough, Tang Ning stopped her tears, and nodded her head. “Alright, I’ll compromise, I will say that what happened was for promoting me, but there won’t be a next time!”

“No, there won’t be a next time,” in fact, what Han Yu Fan though was, the next time you are still not fooled, after the wedding, Tang Ning could only be at his disposal.

“The press conference is at 3 P.M., we’ll meet before that, and plan out what you’re going to say.”

“Alright!”

Tang Ning completely stopped crying, and saw that Han Yu Fan in the past and the present’s eyes were no different. When Han Yu Fan stepped out of his office, her eyes flashed coldly. She cannot forget about that cheating slag right away, but she would still be loyal to her choice. After Han Yu Fan rejected the pot, she would not be back again.2

Thinking of this, she returned to her lounge, and made a call to her agent.

“Hahaha, Tang Ning, just tell me what you need me to do!” On the other side of the phone wa s a voice full of fighting spirit. “At 3’o clock in the afternoon, I will publicly apologize, explain that it was just some speculation, afterwards… you should anonymously spread Han Yu Fan and Mo Yu Rou’s photos of intimate times in the hospital...

“Hahaha, oh, and I also thought of a perfect, matching title! Day Arts’ president pedaling many boats, one of the many scums of society.” Tang Ning laughed with her agent, but she still did not forget to apologize to her.

“I’m sorry Sister Long, for troubling you.”

“Tang Ning, as long as you decide to start modeling again, I will help you return to your position of first-class model, even becoming an international supermodel!”

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And... we have the sixth chapter posted up! Not much of a note for now, except for me being curious about what she’ll say at the press conference. ^^

Lao is a pre-fix that indicates affection for someone ↩︎

I have no idea what it means, the translated version was wonky. Hopefully someone can tell me what it means... hey, someone responded! Thank you a lot, mx. Anonymous! (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) the original chinese version of this phrase is a play on words which means to take the blame for others, or be unjustly blamed. ↩︎

[mrmarioallman]

Last Week’s Workouts

Last week’s workouts were all about cutting back. On mileage that is. Despite it being an “easy” week, I still felt like I was working hard. The weather is 99.9% to blame. With two snowstorms that forced two days of school cancelled, I had to move around my workouts and do what I could with what I had.

Monday

Another snow day! Ron and I were both called off from work and school was cancelled. We spent the day playing outside in the backyard and eventually ventured out to Kingman Farm trails. As you can see from the pic below, the kids were taking a rest break. Which they do often.

Before the day got started, I did a strength training workout in the basement. There were lunges of all varieties, squats, planks, and push ups.

Tuesday

Easy 5 miles with Lori and Ryan.  The roads were still a little snow covered and slick from the storm the day before. I guess that made some drivers angry.  We had a car lay on the horn and flip us off for some reason.  We weren’t even in his lane! Not sure what his problem was. Ryan thought maybe his ex-wife was a runner.

After dropping the kids off at school, I hit up my favorite Morning Flow yoga class. Runner’s Lunge saves my legs yet again.

Wednesday

Planned hill repeats. Actual = treadmill run because Lori hurt her back. 6 miles easy

I didn’t want to do hill repeats solo at zero dark thirty so I opted for an easy treadmill run. My thought was that I’d do the repeats on Thursday after my morning yoga class. Mother Nature had other plans.

Thursday

Snowstorm, Ron delayed opening, school cancelled

Planned hill repeats, Actual = hill repeats in the cemetery

I woke up Thursday morning to my phone ringing.  I thought for sure it was a 2 hour delay. Wrong.  School was cancelled. Wtf?!?! The roads were quite slick early in the morning but were clear by 9:30.

Since I’d be home with the kids all day and Ron had a delayed opening for work, I had a short window of when I could get my run done outside.  My usual hill was out of the question – too icy. Other options required running on busier streets to get there, which I didn’t want to mess with. My last option was the cemetery. It’s not a very big hill, but it’s a hill. And the road was plowed. I didn’t have to worry about traffic and cars didn’t have to worry about me. Problem solved.

10 x 30 sec hard effort. I then looped through neighborhoods to end up with 7 miles total.

Friday

I had a planned rest day but I wanted another quality strength workout in for the week.  I did this workout minus the run portion.

Saturday

I met up with my running buddy, Sarah, who was my go-to gal for Boston training. We now live 40 minutes away from each other so we meeting up is always a treat. The miles ticked away easily as we got up on everything. My breathing felt off for the entire run. I felt like I couldn’t take a deep breath.  I thought maybe it was because we were talking non stop for the whole 10 miles but I continued to feel that way for the rest of the day.

Sunday

If you follow me on Instagram or Facebook, you probably saw that I ran the Six03 Endurance Back 9 5k snowshoe race.  Holy freakin’ hard! Snowshoe running is hard. Trying to “race” is 10x harder. It was my third time running with snowshoes and my first race.

My breathing was still feeling wonky but I think I would have felt the same even if I was feeling 100%. The best way I can describe how I felt during the race was chaotic. My heart rate was through the roof, my breathing was shallow, and my feet seemed to have a mind of their own. I don’t think I heard anything other than my heart beat in my ears for the duration of the race. For the rest of the day, I could not stop coughing because my throat felt so weird. Fingers crossed I’m not getting sick!

The course was challenging, no doubt, with mushy snow, icy snow, and a totally narrow path. It’s kind of intimidating when you have someone right on your heels – do I let them pass or are they just tailing me?

Of course, this girl makes it look easy, taking home the win for first woman. She did tell me it wasn’t the best course for my first snowshoe race attempt. I’m on the fence if I want to try it again.  Can I calm the chaos in me? Or is that normal? Are you supposed to feel like everything is spiraling out of control? Lol. There’s another race coming up on Saturday…we’ll see!

Smiling because I thought I was done. But wait! You must run up and over a big snowbank to finish. So cruel!

This week’s workout are when things get serious. The mileage ramps up and so does the intensity. Thankfully, it looks like the weather will at least be on my side. No snow in the seven day forecast and warm temps makes for clear roads to run!

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