#if anyones wondering why i never finished the cabby one its because i lost the file. oops

[flyingbuddiies]

i’m making a mic shimeji!!! im not sure when i’ll be done but probably like a week or a few since i’m doing a lot of stuff and coding extra behavior animations in.. but take a little snippet

[alpacaparkaseok]

Lost in Japan

Requested by anon - a picture of your request will be at the bottom of the post. Thanks for sending it in! 

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x reader

Premise: Taehyung gets lost while shooting Bon Voyage in Japan with the members. Thankfully, he runs into you.

You were fairly certain that your eyes were deceiving you. Standing awkwardly outside of a convenient store, staring down at a map that one of the employees was holding up, stood Kim Taehyung. 

His Japanese was only getting him so far. From what you could hear, it sounded like the real problem was the fact that he wasn’t quite sure where he was supposed to be in the first place. 

You weren’t the only one that was starting to notice who was loitering about downtown Aomori. 

Taehyung kept glancing up, assessing the growing crowds that were beginning to form, all of them waiting anxiously for the light to change to cross the street. The employee seemed to notice his worry, beginning to lose his patience. 

“Take the map,” the employee sputters out. “Just buy it really quickly. It looks like you need to get going soon.”

Taehyung blanches. “Er...I don’t have my wallet on me...” he pats his jeans as though his wallet might magically appear. “Could I come back later...?”

The employee looks a bit uncomfortable, mirroring Taehyung’s expression. “I don’t know...if you’re lost already, who’s to say you’d be able to find your way back?”

You hardly realize how close you’ve gotten, but as you watch Taehyung’s eyes drop to his shoes and red color his cheeks, you take the last few strides up to him. Both men look up at you, apprehension in their eyes.

“How much is the map?” You ask without thinking, already fishing your wallet out of your bag. 

Taehyung stares at you with unabashed embarrassment. “Oh, really don’t worry about it. We’ll figure something out.”

You shrug, already handing over some cash to the shocked employee. “It’s fine. You’re not from around here, are you?”

Blinking at you like you might have suddenly grown another head, Taehyung slowly shakes his head. “...no. I’m not. Do you know...who I am?”

Biting the inside of your cheek, you barely manage to contain your grin. “Do you mean have we met?” You shake your head, taking the map the employee extends out to you and folding it meticulously. “No, I don’t think we have. Are you lost?”

Again, Taehyung looks a bit dazed but nods his head nonetheless. “I am, actually.”

Now you allow yourself to smile at him fully, fidgeting a little at how intensely he’s looking at you. “Well, I can call you a cab if you want. Just explain to me where you’re trying to get to.”

“Can I trust you?”

You blink, heart aching a little at the question. “I would say yes, but I’m a little biased. But either way, it looks like you’ve got about...ten seconds to make a decision.”

The traffic lights change, and suddenly a horde of people are making their way across the street and heading straight toward the convenience store. The employee has already retreated indoors, appearing to be boarding up for a storm. Taehyung looks back and forth between you and the other group almost comically before stepping toward you.

“Alright, let’s go.”

~~~~

After some careful maneuvering through the convenience store and out into the back alley, Taehyung chuckles. You give him a quizzical look, marveling as he runs a hand through his curly hair. 

“What’s so funny?”

Taehyung shrugs, giving you a genuine smile. “I feel like James Bond or something!”

“I’m pretty sure James Bond doesn’t get lost so easily,” you tease, heading down the alleyway with the idol in tow. “So where exactly are you trying to get to? Describe it to me.”

Taehyung does just that, and you recognize the location almost immediately. “Really? I know exactly where that is.” Heading toward the street, you wave down a cab. “I’ll just give them the address and they��ll take you straight there-”

“Um, about that...” Taehyung watches with a wary eye as the cab pulls over. “I don’t have any money, remember?”

“Ah...I’ll just pay him right now. Don’t worry about it.”

You lean down to speak to the cab driver but stop as Taehyung’s hand lands on your elbow. Ignoring the blush undoubtedly creeping up your neck, you look back at him.

“I’ll Venmo you,” he says.

“...ok.”

“But...”

“But?” You straighten, frowning. “What?”

Taehyung looks at the cab, chewing on his bottom lip. “Well, don’t you want to get your money’s worth?”

~~~~

And that’s how you ended up here, sitting in the backseat of a cab giving Kim Taehyung a tour of Aomori. 

You whiz past several monuments, wracking your brain for some sort of historical fact you can give the idol. Whatever you do say isn’t all that impressive, but Taehyung goes along with it. 

“You’re an amazing tour guide,” he croons, a teasing smile on his lips. You roll your eyes, pointing out the window to the setting sun.

“And here we have the sunset. This phenomenon happens every evening, and is often subject to many poor-quality photos.”

Taehyung laughs, going along with your joke. “So why do people take pictures if they don’t turn out right?”

You shrug. “I’m not sure. Maybe because they want to remember it? But it never turns out as good as the real thing.” This time you laugh along with Taehyung before something catches your eye.

“Oh!” You all but shout, pointing frantically at an upcoming building. “This is the hidden gem of Aomori. Best restaurant ever.”

Taehyung follows your line of sight, eyes landing on a dingy restaurant. it’s small, one of those that you’ll miss if you blink. He smiles softly, glancing back over at you with a curious expression. Leaning forward in his seat, he taps the cabbie on the shoulder. 

“Pull over please. We’ll be stopping here.”

You try to protest, frowning at him. “But we’re not there yet, and it’s too far to walk-”

“We’ll take another cab,” Taehyung reassures you. “C’mon. Dinner’s waiting.”

~~~~

And that’s how you ended up here, seated across from Kim Taehyung in a restaurant that you’d never realized was so run-down until you were bringing a global star through its doors. 

He doesn’t seem to mind, though. No, Taehyung is grinning as he orders his food, looking over at you every so often. You do your best to not notice, with no success. 

“I’ll have the yakitori as well, please,” you manage to choke out. Hopefully the warmth inside the restaurant is a good enough excuse to cover up the redness in your cheeks. 

Taehyung sips on his drink, pulling his phone out of his pocket. “Here, let me Venmo you.”

“Oh,” you start, shrinking back in your seat. “It’s fine, really. This was kind of my idea-”

“No, it wasn’t,” Taehyung clarifies. “And now I’m treating you to dinner. So, Venmo. Now, please.”

Looking at the way his hair falls into his eyes and those eyes appear so solemn yet boyish at the same time, you wonder if anyone has ever been able to say no to him. 

You certainly can’t.

Taehyung begins asking you simple questions, and you fire them right back at him while you wait for your food. 

“Why are you in Japan?” You ask, taking a long sip of your drink. Taehyung sits back in his seat, looking around the restaurant. 

“I’m visiting with friends. On a vacation of sorts.”

“Of sorts?” You arch an eyebrow. Taehyung smiles softly, eyes alight with some sort of inner glow. 

“How do you know your way around so well?” He asks, completely ignoring your latest question. You decide not to push it. 

“I’ve lived here for a while,” you shrug, watching as a waiter appears with your chicken skewers. Your mouth waters at the mere sight of them, and Taehyung chuckles while watching how your expression changes. “Cheers,” you croon, immediately diving in. 

Taehyung follows suit, groaning as the chicken makes his tastebuds dance. “This is amazing.”

You grin, waving the skewer in the air before chomping down. “Told you so.”

You’ve made it through nearly two skewers before you realize that the two of you have been eating in complete silence. Glancing up, you see that Taehyung must be thinking the same thing as he looks over at you with a sheepish smile. 

Covering your mouth, you cackle and relish in the way Taehyung laughs right along with you. He’s read your mind, setting down his skewer and quickly answering a text before returning his attention to you. 

“Are those your friends wondering where you are?” You ask, heart dropping a bit. Taehyung nods. 

“Yeah. I told them that I’ll be back a little later.” He grabs another skewer. “Should we head out?”

You finish off your chicken, trying your best not to look a little crestfallen as you agree. Taehyung smiles warmly, thanking the waiter profusely as the two of you head out. 

This time Taehyung waves down the taxi, repeating the address you told him earlier. “That’s the right place, right?” 

“Yeah, you’ve got it.” You take a step back. “Thanks for the food.”

He looks back at you, the cab drawing nearer. “Thanks...for everything today.” He scratches the back of his neck. “I actually had a lot of fun.”

You grin. “Me too.”

Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he chews on his bottom lip for a moment before extending it out to you. “Could I maybe have your number?”

Now you’re unable to stop grinning, and you quickly type your number in, triple checking that it’s correct before handing his phone back to him. “There you go. Now, you should probably get going. Cab’s waiting.” You begin to walk away, not wanting to look like some lost puppy as he leaves. 

Taehyung nods, that dazed look back in his eyes as he hesitates. “Actually...” You whirl around a bit too quickly to be casual, but he doesn’t seem to notice. “Could we maybe take a photo together?”

You smile, recalling a bit of your conversation from earlier. “Don’t tell me you’re one of those people that takes low-quality photos of the sunset.”

Taehyung’s face lights up, a laugh rumbling through his chest. He meanders over to you, smiling down at you. “What? I want to remember this.” His eyes convey the message that his lips fail to speak. I want to remember you.

So you smile for the picture, and ask him to send it to you. As you wave goodbye as the car takes off down the street, you jump a little when your phone pings twice in a row. 

The first is a message, the photo Taehyung just took. 

The second is a Venmo notification sporting a ridiculous amount of money with the caption, Cab $ - let me know when you make it home.

~~~~

It’s only three days later that you find yourself sitting near the back of a large room, fans everywhere chatting or singing along to whatever song is currently playing. You smile down at your phone, Taehyung’s contact coming up as he sends off a text. 

Tae: I’ll call you in a couple of hours, heading into a meeting. 😊

You snort. He has no idea that you’re here, does he?

The past few days have been a dream, living in nearly constant contact with Taehyung while he enjoys his time here in Japan. However, you never quite found the right time to tell him that you actually know who he is. Let alone the fact that you were going to be in attendance at the fan meeting today.

A couple of moments later the boys appear at the front of the room, and the event begins. 

Your heart pounds as you line up to meet the boys, clutching the item in your hands that you brought for Tae. Most of the boys don’t recognize you, which you expected. Only Jimin gives you a double take, but he shrugs it off a moment later. 

He must have seen the photo Taehyung took with you.

Tae hardly looks up from where he’s focused on each fan, making you smile. The sound of your heart pounding fills your ears as you step forward until you’re in front of him. He’s looking at the fan that just left, who’s still speaking to him. 

You slide your photobook across the table to him, and he immediately begins to sign it. 

“Have you been having fun so far?” He asks, still not quite looking up at you. You grin.

“I have,” you say. Then, sliding the same map you bought from the convenience store toward him, you say, “I got you this. You know, just in case you decide to get lost again.”

Taehyung frowns but looks at the map. His mouth falls open before looking up at you, that beautiful smile taking over his features. He has to physically restrain himself from leaping up, but settles for grabbing your hand in his. 

“Hey,” he breathes out.

You smile, and wonder for a moment if you’ve stopped smiling in the past three days since you met Taehyung. “Hey. So, do you like your gift?”

His eyes never leave your face as he grips your hand a bit tighter. “It’s great, but I don’t think I’ll need it.”

“Oh?”

“Not when I have you as my personal guide.”

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[soapberryspringsrpg]

The Darning Shears of Fate: Finale

Soapberry Springs had always been odd, but this odd? People were starting to take notice. People were starting to worry. People were asking questions that made the Council and the Mayor’s Office very unsettled. “This is some bull-grade horse shit right here,” Mayor Hormel declared about the entire affair, and nobody could really say otherwise.

“What are we going to do what are we going to do.” Chloe was repeating this chorus to herself and had been for the past ten minutes to the tune of three hundred and fifty one times. Attie had tuned out by the twenty-third repetition and was more concerned with dragging Chloe along by the hand with her.

“We aren’t going to do anything, we can’t do anything.” Attie stated, matter-of-fact and far too calm by Chloe’s standards. “That’s why I called in...” Attie drew in a breath, swelling out her cheeks, then popped it out in a gust, “...someone to help.”

“No! No, you didn’t call them did you?“ Chloe yanked her hand out of Attie’s grip, leaving her curly haired friend to gawk at her. ”Tell me you didn’t call them, they’re going to be so pissed! They’ll poof us out of existence.”

“No I didn’t call them! I called a fixer, she’s-” Attie never got to finish her explanation.

In a conflux of dramatic timing, because fate seemed to have a sense of style as well as humor, a car squealed to a stop loud and close enough to drown out anything Attie’d been about to say. Tire marks burned into the pavement, halting just shy of where Attie and Chloe stood gawping and frozen still. A tense hush fell over the scene after all that excitement, broken only when the doors flung open, the click of the latch and high heels on concrete louder than anything.

“So hey dummies, heard you got yourselves into trouble.” Lacey poured out of the car, sporting a fresh Costa Rican tan, far more Costa Rican freckles, and facial features that were similar enough to Attie’s to be familial. The scent of her bubblegum accompanied every word.

“Lacey!” Chloe and Attie squealed in tandem, then began the complex ritual of female friends greeting each other after a long time apart: hugging, petting, exclaiming, scolding. Attie and Chloe were more demonstrative than they otherwise would have been, considering how their trip had turned out so far, in the hubbub Lacey’s boyfriend quietly slipped out of the car and waited with slouched shoulders and a watchful look.

Finally Lacey stepped back, golden brown leg extended, louchely commanding as she chewed her gum. “So you guys actually did it? You actually tried to mess with fate with only two of you here? Sooooo...are you crazy?”

“Why is that bad?” Chloe asked tentatively, and Attie at her side had to resist elbowing her in the gut because clearly it had been, obviously.

“Yeah! Clearly! Obviously!” Lacey threw up her hands, giving voice to all of Attie’s concerns.  “So have you two not been paying attention to anything we learned? Because if you had then you’d remember you need more than two--” she helpfully held up two fingers in a V and flipped them back and forth, fuchsia fingernails bright, “--to actually have some control over those wiry magical little shits.”

“Ohhhhhhhh,” said both Attie and Lacey at once. As soon as Lacey had explained the issue realization dawned. Attie grimaced, showing all her teeth, and Chloe grimaced, her closed mouth showing none.

“You know how to fix it though, right? Whatever happened?” Lacey’s boyfriend suddenly piped up, unsurely. All three of the interns turned to glower at him before facing each other again and continuing on as if he’d never spoken.

“So the good news is we don’t need to fix it!” Lacey was grinning, feverishly chewing her gum and sending out gusts of its sweet scent. “I mean, so yeah it needs to be fixed, duh, but it’s not just us that wants to set things right. Can you feel it? Reality keeps the impression of the form it wants. Like once you bend metal you can’t get it back right again?”

“Except with magic.” Attie chimed in, a little smugly.

“Are you doing the Star Trek metaphor thing?” Chloe chimed hopefully, speaking over her friend. All three of them glanced at each other before moving on.

“So okay, whatever, what I mean is people, strong people, are fighting back and getting their fates back on track. Someone as tough as steel who doesn’t want to bend, someone wanting to get their blooming romance back on track or to go back to being morally sound, someone who’s had a rough time of it but managed to survive it all despite that, a daughter and a father bound by something stronger than blood needing those bonds again, someone’s who’s lost something important and will do anything to get it back, maybe a woman who’s haunted by the idea of something she never did and needs relief again, and who knows how many countless more! All of them! So we can use all that psychic energy to our advantage!” Lacey gripped the two girls’ hands excitedly. “This whole messed up town is going to help us find the artifacts and fix what we need!”

Chloe blanched. “Okay, Lacey, you were starting to get me really pumped right there but then you got like weirdly specific as if these are all actual scenarios and-”

“Chloe shut up! She’s right! We can do this.” Attie had been entirely won over by Lacey’s fix, and tentatively, Chloe threw her lot in with the plan. They could do this.

And so they could, and so they did. Fate worked quickly when it had to.

Not a moment too soon, either: the Mayor’s Office and the Council of Soapberry Representatives were closing in on the source of all this unrest.

Epilogue:

“Holy shit that was crazy.” Attie relaxed in the back of the cab on the way to the airport.

“You’re telling me. I am never, never going to try and freelance again.” Chloe held the items in her fanny pack in a death grip. Not risking buckling it around her waist, she clutched it tight, unwilling to let go.

“So I’m surprised you guys even came to this nutsville place.” Lacey sat on the other side of Chloe, her and Attie squishing the most anxious intern in the middle seat. “It’s like janky and bougie at the same time, too, as if that wasn’t bad enough.” The boyfriend sat quietly in the front, mostly forgotten, making cautious small talk with the cabbie about a muffin he’d once eaten and enjoyed.

“Soapberry Springs?” Attie widened her eyes at Lacey’s comment. “Why? It’s just some hipster-slash-lumberjack town full of supernaturals…” Attie squished into Chloe just a little more so she could look at Lacey.

Lacey gave a long whistle. “Damn, you girls really haven’t been doing your homework.” She touched a fingertip to her tongue to take out her bubblegum and flick it out the window. “So hang on, just a sec…” 

With a zip and an ominous rustling of fabric when she reached in, Lacey extracted a half-finished tapestry from her huge gold maille purse, rolling it out over their laps. The boyfriend risked a look back, turning again when he saw only plain muslin; all three of the girls stared, entranced, Attie and Chloe’s mouths dropping open in dumbfounded astonishment.

“Oh my god.”

“I had no idea. All of this? Really? So soon? Holy shit -- we are damn lucky we’re leaving now.”

WHAT THIS MEANS FOR YOUR CHARACTER!

Congratulations, you all survived our first multi-installment plot drop! Following its resolution, your characters will retain any physical changes that they went through; in regards to their mental states, they have a number of options:

They will not remember anything that happened and will think the whole month had gone as usual

They will have hints of a memory, like deja vu, but never grip something clear

They will have no memory during the day, but flashes of different lives as they sleep

They’ve acquired some memento they have no knowledge of but bears some feeling of importance

Otherwise everything has gone back to normal

WHAT THIS ALSO MEANS

Congratulations to our winners of the mini-meta game!

Henna

Beth

Lori

Kcat

Kay

Scully

Liv

Your character icon prizes will be posted to the dash shortly! I hope everyone who participated had fun with it and for those wondering where the locations were the key is as follows:

The loom was on the main’s header image

The spool was placed on the moderators couch on the meet the mod’s page

The scissors were left lying on a table on The Horned God’s location picture.

(Eagle-eyed observers who’ve been here a while will notice the location pictures had been changed for the plot the day of the first drop.)

Good job all those who found all three, and much thanks to anyone who looked for them at all!! Give us your feedback on what you thought of the mini-game and we might include more of these in the future.