#it's now just au week woohooo :⁠^⁠)

[coquette2004]

Chapter 3:

Her expression was still on his mind at dinner, bothering him even more than before. No matter how many conversations, jokes and stories Sister Chiara pulled him into, his mother was his main focus.

He couldn't ask again, though. She would just dismiss the matter.

Again.

Suddenly, putting an end to Jamie's thoughts -

"Hai sentito di quello che sta succedendo in Inghilterra? Il re combatterà di nuovo contro i Francesi!" That was Sister Beatrice now, a tall, fierce nun with an assertive nature that would shake any emperor.

This prompted Sister Bianca, (a younger nun with a sarcastic tone concealed by an innocent face) to chime in, laughing, "Ancora? William III è sempre su qualche campagna di guerra! Ama la battaglia? È sposato con la sua spada?"

Sister Chiara gasped and exclaimed: "Probabilmente va a letto con esso!"

The laughter that followed was infectious. Especially from Sister Chiara and Sisters Aurora, Mia, Elena and Lucia, the babies of the nunnery.

Even England and Holland could probably giggle.

Sister Beatrice, immediately becoming aware of the inappropriate-God-fearing-nun conversation she had started, shushed everyone with "Per l'amor del cielo, siamo un convento, non un bordello!"

Sister Lucia gave a shy smile over at him. She never spoke to him much but she and the other three were the same age as him which Maria liked. She enjoyed her son having people to play with as does any mother of course. However, someone pressed on the boy's mind.

William III. The name stung Jamie.

William III who usurped his father.

William III who betrayed his uncle.

My father would still be alive if t'was not for him.

And his wife. My own half- sister.

We would be in England. I would be a Prince. Mother would be happier with Father and I. Us all together.

Jamie's eyes drifted back over to his mother, who could now match a sheet.

What is it with you?

The past isn't it?

I wish you'd tell me.

"So? What's bothering you?"

They were now in Maria's room, a crucifix located on the wall opposite the bed, watching the scene unfold. A window peered outside to the sprawling streets past the courtyard - usually bustling, now deserted.

Mother and son were next door to each other with a adjoining door to her son's. She had to keep an eye on her little boy at all times, as any mother must do

"Nothing, Jamie, nothing."

"You seem psyched out, Mother"

"Nothing to worry about."

"But-"

"I have told you before, I am fine! There is no need to nag!"

"But something has happened. You looked beyond stressed earlier and I've noticed-"

"Per favore basta smetterla di tormentarmi!

He may as well have been punched in the stomach. She was never this defensive over nothing.

Right. You ARE worried. Whether you say so or not.

You're not like this over nothing.

I will FORCE you to tell me.

Whether you want to or not.

It doesn't matter.

I'm the only family you've got here.

You WILL tell me.

Deal with it.

"Non puoi nascondere tutto a me madre. Io sono la tua famiglia!"

"Jamie - !"

"Cerco solo di aiutare, Mamma." Her tone was enough to make him jump.

"Jamie, please just go to bed. I am just tired, that is all." Her voice now matched the whisper of a child talking when they were meant to be asleep.

"Oh alright. You are acting like you don't do this with me, though." A sigh escaped, and he truly wished it had not.

He did not want to upset Maria further, but he was desperate to find out.

Soon, he was in his own room, white walls, a window and a crucifix on the wall. After praying and reading his Bible, the thoughts kicked in again.

It's about Father, isn't it? And our situation.

You probably miss your stepdaughters.

Do you resent them too?

I wouldn't blame you if you did.

I'm not -

Jamie sank onto the bed, consumed by a hurricane of thoughts, big and small, swirling around his head until his mind roared at them all to stop.

[mahiiimahiiii]

its here!!!

An:/ will I ever finish a fic that I start? We will never know. Trying to keep this short and saucy. Maybe it will become a series…? Modern au Baldur’s gate, this is bisexual cat dad gale I mentioned earlier this week, feedback would be appreciated. (first time writing gale woohooo!!)

Tdlr: you thought that I was feelin’ you? Nah that rizzard’s a munch.

word count: around 4k

(this will have a named durge :9, her name is wynne and I post her often, but shes a brown drow with shoulder length curly hair and heterochromia due to her glass eye.)

Cw: cunnilingus, light consciousness, sleepy sex, breakfast in bed? More like breakfast and headdd. Possessiveness, previous substance usage, previously established relationship, durge is mentally illest, slight cervix brusing, hurt and comfort, biting/claiming, we must take it easy so gale doesn’t blow up.

Smothered in a deck of pillows you laid at the prodigal wizard’s bedside, a career you thought merely extinct in the modern era. A purveyor and ever the pioneer he was- integrating his magic into online technology, now consulting other businesses on its integration; Gale Dekarios was always ahead of the curve.

You didn’t think of him a fan of minimalism, his rooms each eggshell white with delicate paintings in dark oak frames. The only things maximalist was his collection of ancient tomes lining the walls of his cozy apartment, a certain fire hazard for one too prone to burning things.

He had worried, inviting you into his home. At one point you had invited him to stay at your home, a shabby apartment in disarray nestled in the lower city of Baldur’s gate- the political district. You hadn’t taken your meds in months, too busy to fill out a prescription- you snapped. It was terrifying and beautiful all together.

He called the pharmacy after that, setting alarms and reminders in your phone to take them. You had slept soundly with a little coaxing, your face softened into peaceful smile, surrounded by sensory items galore. He kissed you when you woke up and cried and apologized for your behavior. Your lips were salty from tears, but that made them sweeter.

He told you not to apologize, he promised he would take care of you.

“It’s rotten work” you had cried, and he laughed.

Not to me. Not if it’s you.

That was the first time your lips uttered an “I love you.” His heart sang- he gushed to tara when he got home afterwards, plucking out stacks of classical romance.

He had much he wanted to share with you.  How he admired you.

He had told you as much.

His bedroom now, had touches of your presence. A couple of sweaters hung in his closet, perfume and soaps on his counter, meds, cup of water, and eyedrops on his bedside table. The door creaked open revealing the multi-colored tressym, the lady of the house, Tara. She chirped in acknowledgement before hopping onto the bed, noises from outside the door got a bit louder. The smell of coffee wafted in, notes of vanilla and cinnamon hit the air.

Tara began to purr loudly, nestled in the cleave of your thighs; she nipped at the hand closest to her. “Have you taken your meds yet?” she inquired, her voice was stern and motherly.

“jus’ gonna’ now.” Your voice slurred, the sleep obvious from your voice. You groped for the pill bottle, holding the tab down and twisting off the lid. You pulled out one and a half tabs, washing them down with water. you grabbed the eyedrop bottle, filled with a tonic gale made for you, compatible for a magic eye. You laid back, dropping the liquid into your eyes and rolling it around in the socket.

Your vision opens as you rub at your eyes, adjusting to sit up in bed. You combed a hand through your hair, knots popping through your anxiety ridden strokes.

“Was your sleep alright dear? You look rather vexed.” Tara was busy grooming, but kind enough to check in with you.

You laughed softly “vexation is a constant state of my life, but I appreciate the thought. Yes, it was fine, thank you. Just distant thoughts about previous me’s.” you rubbed your eyes again, “have you seen our wonderful gale?”

She tutted, stretching out over your legs and flopping to the side “he has requested you stay in bed. But- he is busy as a bee, as always. She began to purr again, rubbing her nose against the sheets. “Consider me your roadblock from getting up.”

You sank back into the pillows staring at the swirling texture of the ceiling. It was stuck with small glow stars that never got charged. Near the head of the bed was a small planetary mobile, little bells sang out from the room’s small fan. Gale likes his white noise.

A rap at the door broke you from your thoughts. Gale’s curious eyes peered over the door, crinkling as he broke into a smile. “Good morning my star, I hadn’t realize you had woken up already.” He wore a loose crew neck shirt, embroidered with flowers at the hems, his pants a taught cotton blend- ones he would call cozy dress pants, and ones you’ve seen him fallen asleep in. his hair was tied half up half down in a spikey bun, strands of steel grey hair glowed with he light of the sun. He held a mug in his hand, one of his kitsch collections. “I got a dig bick” it read.

He set it on the nightstand, caging you in for a sweet kiss. His thumb stroked the outline of your chin mindlessly, savoring the warm way his chest tightened at your tired and happy eyes. He tasted of caramel coffee and apple slices. He pulled away from your grasp, slightly breathless.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t have come checked in on you sooner. I didn’t want to disturb your sleep. You could compete for the most beautiful creature in the heavens.”

“Certainly not compete- I am the most beautiful creature.”

He chortled heartily, kissing your lips gently once more. “You don’t know how right you are, my love.”  Gale absentmindedly drew patterns onto your skin, his gaze gentle, yet longing. “Rest a bit more- I have some surprises planned.” With a kiss to your brow he pulled away, your skin felt flush with warmth.

You settled into your pillows, cupping the mug gingerly. You took a few sips. Brown sugar, ¼ milk and ¾ coffee. He always noticed the small details; it was comforting on your tongue. A small sigh of delight escaped your lips. For what good you did to deserve this- you don’t exactly know. Perhaps the gods favored you somewhat to be blessed with such a partner like gale. 

The humming resumed from the kitchen, a hiss and a gentle swear as you heard the oven door click shut. Then the tap ran as he sighed out. He snacked on something as he gathered dishes, a bowl set to the floor, Taras’s breakfast. She stretched against your leg’s wings flapping out, and tail flicking idly. She chirps a couple of times before hopping off the bed.

The gentle music of plates approached your door, along with your beloved wizard, tray in hand.

“ta daaah!!” he lifted the tray in a slight ‘come see’ gesture. You took another deep sip of coffee before setting the mug down.

“Gale- you really didn’t have too.” A slight pout formed on your lips, setting the mug aside you placed your hands in your lap.

“Nonsense. It gives me great joy to make your life easier.” He paused, setting the tray down on the small desk in the corner. “It frustrates me, occasionally- that you wouldn’t deem yourself worthy of that sort of love, that sort of worship.” He crawls towards you on the bed, his tossed hair and neat beard framing his chin and cheeks. “I adore you.” He gently cupped your cheek, straddling your settled legs. “Let me worship you in the way I was made too”

Selune take the wheel, how your heart fluttered at his honeyed words! You tilted your head squinting slightly, processing in a way you only knew how to. “This may seem impulsive, or the urges doing the talking but forgive me. Worship me with sinew, carrion, and pools of warm blood…?”

He chucked gently, tilting your head up slightly. “Less bloody, though it can be dependent on your moon sickness.” He was gentle and patient, only activating at your confirmation. His gaze soft on yours, deep and inviting. “Let me know, I will only do so at your words.”

His breath smelled like cinnamon and caramel, skin scented like warm patchouli and rose. He kissed the insides of your wrists, your knuckles, and tips of your fingers.

“Yes, id like that.” The words were out of your mouth before you’d known it. Warm lips met your skin, kissing his way down your arm, his lashes brushed against you with every kiss. Warm pride surged through your belly, you were his, and he was yours.

You grasped at the back of his head, pulling him into your embrace. Gales legs shifted under yours, bending at the knee to allow you to rest your legs around his waist. He braced a hand behind your head, careful about dropping his head on yours. Your lips moved sloppily, he still kissed like an awkward teen- which ultimately you found endearing. His stubble brushed against your skin. one of hands cupping your jaw, he separated slightly breathless. “Sorry, orb. It’s getting a little tight in my chest. Mind if I…take it a bit slower?”

“You needn’t apologize my love.” You ran a finger against his bottom lip, “I’m always willing to go slow. Your company is something to be savored.”

“I was hoping id be more sweet.” He giggles at his own bad joke, lips returning to yours. He hummed into the kiss, the wizard’s tongue ran over your teeth gingerly, asking for entrance. You obliged parting your mouth slightly, he tilted his face his nose brushing against yours. You ran your tongue against the ridges in his mouth, he let out a low groan his tongue retreating into his. Gale’s breath was wonderfully heated.

“You are quite delicious my dear.”  He grinned shifting his weight to move about. “I would like to- taste you a bit more if that’s alright.”

“oho!” you grin twirling a piece of his hair around your finger. “Shall I be finding out about your most practiced tongue this morning?”

“The very same” he beamed, crinkles forming around his eyes, he bends down kissing the column of your neck, his teeth gently grazing and nipping at the skin. “That is- if you’d like.”

You gave him a quiet nod, a little nervous to fully admit what you’d like. His lips trailed further down over your night shirt, his hands found the edge of the hem, gingerly pulling up his eyes flickered back to you again to check in.

you nodded once more.

The blissful sting of his teeth at your sides, he favored biting you around your hips and waist, a gentlemanly move and to lay proof of claim. Bites upon the neck were simply too gouache for him. You could feel the squeeze of your walls as he kissed his way back down your sternum, lips soft as ever he was a tease. You sighed when he made his way back to your thighs planting a kiss on each of them. He adjusted so he was under the covers, the top of his head tenting the blanket. His eyes claimed yours again, a swirling of questions in his deep brown eyes. You smiled, his gaze then relaxed and lowered.

He ran his tongue on the outline of slick in your underwear, electing a low whine from you. He smiled, hooking his fingers into your rubber band and kissing your skin as it was revealed. His glasses slid down his nose, the lenses fogging up from his breath. He pulled off the garment, a groan rumbling through his chest.

“By the weave… you are absolutely stunning.” His padded fingers grazed against your cunt, sweeping the juices onto his digits. He sucked at his fingers; eyes clamped shut to savor your taste. He exhaled, lips forming a delicious pout.

“You taste of the finest ambrosia…” his voice was soft, almost bashful. “I am blessed to be continuously surprised by the joys of the mortal realm.” His hands found the side of your thighs, hair fanning in front of his face. You reached out brushing it behind his ear, carefully running a hand through his hair, gripping the back of his head. The tip of his tongue traced shallow outlines around your clit, hot velvety breath layered against your thighs. He began to kitten lick up your sex, soft sighs of delight as he tasted you. He hovered over your clit, mouth latching onto the sensitive bud, his eyes caught yours again, the corners crinkling in delight at your slightly disheveled state. Breath catching in your throat, hand on his head, and heel of your foot braced against his back. The sunlight made your skin glow, eyes dark and pupils blown. Silver hair danced along your cheeks, perhaps this is what the visage of an angel looked like.

He swirled his tongue around you, mindful of suction and teeth. Using a hand to push up his glasses, glancing up occasionally. He let go of your clit, listening to the rush of air from your lungs. He muttered an incantation under his breath.

You watched as he worked, his strong nose pushed against your clit, his thick tongue dipping into your core. His hands cupped your hips and ass like he hasn’t eaten in a week, letting out a soft groan as he rutted against the mattress. Then you felt it, a cool touch on your inner thigh as he came up to breathe. His beard was stained with you, a signal to your arousal. You shivered under his gaze; the cool grasp felt wonderful against your puffy clit. It trailed down to your folds, gently prodding at your entrance. You groaned at the intrusion, cool invisible digits spearing your insides.

“Mage hand” the prodigy hummed, kissing the sides of your chin, fingers idly rubbing shapes into your clit. You groaned into his mouth as he peppered kisses onto your lips, his hands left your clit to pull off his shirt and pants, an obvious tent present in his boxers. He took off his glasses and untied his bun, his hair falling against his shoulders. It had gotten a bit longer, just dusting over his shoulders. Your lashes fluttered as the digits curled inside of you, stretching you gently.

“You are a work of art, my love.” He palmed his crotch, fingertips tracing against the swell of your breast. The hand works in tandem with his; slow tantalizing pumps against your inner walls. You squeezed down against the phantom feeling, the wizard sighing with delight. He kissed down your skin again, mouth back against your clit working to free you of the taught knot in the base of your stomach. One hand balanced on your hip the other under his waistband tugging at his shaft. Gasps escaped your lips, as you melted into his hands. He seemed smug and utterly pleased when his eyes met yours again.

The stimulation against your walls faded, a whine ripping though your lips. He gently shushed you, crawling back up your body, kissing every freckle or mole he came across.

“Now, my love, are you ready for me?” his words ached in the right places, dripping with arousal and tinged with need. He clumsily slid out of his boxers, tossing them somewhere in the room. His body has softened from time sat still, less definition from his college days and a soft slope of a belly coated in a fuzzy happy trail. He was slim- certainly, but he wasn’t fit either- Being cared for has that effect on people.  You slid a hand down his hip, squeezing his muscular thigh on its way down back to your side. His hips canted slightly under your light touch, biting his inner cheek. “Oh, the things you do to me, my star, my precious little love.” His words flushed as pink as his cheeks.

“I’m so glad only I get to view you like this, your beauty- in the most natural state- forgive me a moment- I must- “he let out a shuddering exhale, catching his breath. “Ah. Can’t speak much when focus goes somewhere else” his eyes were apologetic.

“Would you prefer…being on bottom?” your concern evident from your voice.

“That would be wise.” He shifted to the center of the bed amongst the clouds of pillows, his hair settling haphazardly as its own halo.

You ran a hand down his chest, admiring your lovers’ body. Your hand cupped his hip as you clambered over him. His knees knocking together as you used them as leverage onto him. Gently you tested him against your entrance, beads of pre-cum welling from his slit. Every muscle of the man beneath you tensed in anticipation. Your hips shook slightly at the awkwardness of the position, head of his member broaching your folds. The insides of you felt plush and velveteen, as you took him inside of you, the most pathetic sound ripped its way from your throat, hanging in the air. Your toes twitched, a sigh shared in tandem at the hilt, one hand over his quick heart.

The outlines of the dark round tattoo glowed faintly, he spasmed underneath you, thighs tensing and untensing. This felt sweeter than any sex before it, each time you burned anew for him. Each ridge upon him your body memorized, cream and pink his skin ran. You kissed his adams apple as it bobbed, his breath ragged from adjusting.  He screwed his eyes shut; face crinkled like crepe paper. You cupped his chest, testing a roll. It stung beautifully against your walls; warmth flooded your sides as you clenched down on him. His hands found your sides, pinching and cupping your ass, gentle to assist your bounces. He exhaled again muttering several incantations, cool slow buzzing ran over your clit.

“Oh, my love- how immaculate you look- “he sighed pushing up onto his toes, cementing you further onto him. His thighs wobbled as he speared you, aching to get every inch of himself into you. The head of his cock pulsed against your cervix, finding spongy spots within you. Your brain bubbled, cheeks flushed and radiating heat, a slight ring to your ears.

He stared at you with eyes you could never get tired of, pools of honey browns devouring your figure. Every flash of your image- ingrained into his memory.

He pulled you onto him, lips too quick to clamp down on yours. Your breath vanished between his teeth, nipping at your lower lips. His thrusts were desperate, earning a few moans from your lips. He captured them in return, his lips greedy for your sound. Your legs wormed around his, toe to toe. He set a bruising pace; his tip gently nestled against your cervix. You clamped and fluttered around him, cupping his chin and hand clamped in his hair.

He gasped for air, lips bruised “bhaal below- I can feel you- “he bit his lip, “gods your so close- so close and so good to me.”  His hips pulsed erratically, tips of his toes sliding against the mussed sheets. “Beautiful- my star you are excellent-!”

No words fell from your mouth, just a coagulation of sighs running from your throat. Your core felt ironclad and taught, your cup overflowed with him around.  The base of your hips ached from the muscle usage. His warm hand settled on your hips, his dulled nails digging into your plush flesh.

“Your so close- my darling, my love- “his words slurred, head tilted back to gulp back air. “Gods- come for me my star- I need you so bad-!” his voice slightly broke. Your mouth found the base of his throat clamping and sucking at his favorite spot. Quickly, he shoved you down as you crumbled into him, noses pressed together. Waves of heat pulsed through your core, sending his spent seed into you. He twitched and pulsed as he pulled you close, his chest gently glowing purple.

And then there was silence, blessed waves of relief as the shocks ran through your body. He deflated, sweat sticking to his forehead, curling the baby hairs around his scalp. You ached. Again, he was the first to stir a hand gently combing through your scalp. A gentle laugh erupting from his chest.

“Well, my dear- you are a gift that keeps on giving.” He hummed, closing his eyes. “I am spent- I don’t think id like to move for the rest of the day- I mean, if you’d like to, that would be our plan for today.”

You hummed in response, shifting your hips. “We forgot a towel.”

“No need to fret my dear…” he reached towards a drawer in his nightstand, pulling out a rag. “Always prepared.”

He helped you up, a whine ripping through your chest at the removal. Settling you back onto his chest, the rag settled comfortably between your thighs. He ran his hands up and down your back, tracing the dimples of your thighs, each ridge of bone and settled muscle. He stretched, reaching for his kindle on the bedside. Bracing an arm on your back. His skin smelt like lilies, soft and smooth under you. You listened to his dull heartbeat, peacefully drifting off in his arms.

[draconixiaa]

1 20 and 22 for the ask game?

woohooo

1. Where do you write? (notes app, Google Drive, word, a notebook, directly onto ao3, another word processor, etc.)

Google Drive with the google docs, or this green notebook on my bedside drawer when i dont want to touch electronics,, i have like a bunch of different colored pens in a drawer at my bedside and every time i write i choose a different color so it doesnt get boring

20.Which project have you poured so much of yourself into that it resembles more an original work than a derivative mcyt work?

there's a few unfinished and unposted works that were originally an au derivative of mcyt ideas, but they just didnt turn out. this question's kinda hard bc i everything i write is majorly in dsmp and/or utilizes minecraft mechanics, but there are a few fics i really like such as 'north star to freedom' or 'persevere' that i think i want to rewrite and adapt to become my own. there's also the 'kill or be killed' miniseries i did for dreblr spooky week that i really like the plot for

22.Any popular fanfic you heard a lot of buzz around and thought "eh it's fine" just to read it later and decide "oh it does deserve all the hype it gets!"

okay it was a Really Long Time Ago but do you remember Heatwaves? i was there during its rise to fame and i didnt read it entirely bc back then i stayed away from romance stuff but i rember reading like one chapter and thinking that darn the writing was really good! i might actually finish reading it now hmmge

[lifedreamerphantasai]

Deaf and Blind.

I think about such an JeanMarco AU a lot the past weeks but don´t know how to start. (I have no clue, if there is any, but I consider there is definitive something like that out there) And because I am sick and have time (and my brain is full with slime and can´t think straight...) I just give it a try. I worked with deaf teenagers before and I am so fascinated about their lifestyle... I mean, they are normal teens, but the sign language is so beautiful and I loved to look at it. I learned it a bit myself, but now I only remember a few signs -.-;.

So, if there is a deaf Jean, than there must be a blind Marco! :D He is an art student and has the ability to draw amazingly in his own, blind style! He wars his blind binding and sometimes a sunglass. He don´t like to go out and is a little shut in. But Jean often takes him out of his hole and show him all the pretty things, even without seeing. He is shy and don´t talk much. Jean can hear only extremely high or extremely deep tones. Even if he can´t hear Music, he loves to spin the bass in his ears, therefore the special overear-phones. He is wearing a hearing aid, but it is no a real help. He don´t want a cochlea-implant, because he is deaf since he is a baby and there is a big fear. And he thinks that he has fun even without hearing! Jean “speaks” to Marco over writing in Marcos Hand with his fingers (because Marco can´t see signs... and Jean can´t speak so good). This two are the perfect match, when you ask me ;)

I don´t know if I want to make something more out of this pic... like colors or so. Maybe tomorrow, now my ears are like I can´t hear and my head is like a big slime - balloon xD woohooo~

[queenieskamander]

Killjoys, make some noise-Prologue

Gang/post-apo!AU (requested) 

Member: Jimin (mention of other members) 

Genre: Fluff. Smut, a little bit of everything...

Sumarry: This AU is based around the lives of the "Killjoys", a group of rebellious rogues living in a post-apocalyptic Seoul. The Killjoys are a group of outlaws who are fighting against the evil corporation Better Living Industries (BL/ind.) and its various "Draculoids" and executors, such as Korse.

A/N: Im back from the hospital WOOHOOO xD And I tried to write my first Au ever. I hope you like it :) A/N2: This is repost, because tumblr decided to delete half of this post)

Im sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes, but English is not my first language 

Ch.1     Ch.2        

Jimin’s p.o.v

-Jimin, come here for a second, we need to talk-My mother called from the downstairs. I slowly walked away from the window, where I used to watch people walking on the street. There was not too many people. It’s been a few weeks since Better Living Industries took control over the city. Everybody used to (Kind of) the new  system, but people were afraid of leaving their houses. I left my room, closing the blinds behind me. I went down the stairs very slowly, heading to the living room. My dad was reading a newspaper on the couch  while my mom was waiting for me. -What happened?- I asked suspiciously. Rather I did not do anything wrong. Everybody were trying to not be a troublemakers, to not bring too much attention to themselves. Just in case.   -Nothing happened- My mom said with a bright smile on her face, wiping her hands on a dish towel.- I just wanted to say that…you are going to school- I raised my eyebrow with a surprise on my face. -Excuse me?- I was still not sure if I heard her right- Now? In these times? But you told me to not go there, because… -We know why, Jimin…- My dad interrupted me with annoyance  in his voice- Just listen what your mother have to say- I fell silent -This is not an usual school- I could say she was nervous- They will teach you how to survive in this new system and…you know…fight a new government-She said the last sentence with a shaking voice   -Army…- I interrupted her, with eyes half-closed-But.. Men are going on the war first, women and children staying at home…Im still a child…mom- -Jimin, are you even listening?- My dad almost yelled at me. Since BL/Ind took control over city, he became more nervous. Like we all. -Ok, I will be quite now- I said  looking at my socks- Is Kookie going with me?   -Of course he is going with you, he is your brother- She said looking at me with a small smile - They need as many trained teenagers as it is possible- Yep, Im going to join army..I thought- This is not easy for us to sending you there without bringing draculoind’s attention. They would kill us if they knew about this school…- Her face expression was more serious know -Is is far?- I asked- and what Im will doing there? Learn 100 easy ways to kill draculoids?- I said with a smirk on lips -Jimin, this is not a joke- She said with an angry look- I told you, you will learn how to survive in this world. However, you will have normal lessons. You don’t want to grow up to be an idiot, do you? -Mom, Im 18…They wont teach me too much… -Maybe, but you might be one of the oldest students there - she explained- And you asked if its far way from here. You new school is in 6th district -6th? Are you kidding me? Are they selling drugs there or something? I think I heard bout this district   -JIMIN!!- They yelled at me at the same time. I looked at my socks again -I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I dont know anything about 6th district… -Good for you Jimin- My dad said standing in front of me.- The will tell you anything what you need to know.Now, go and pack you things because you are going in a few days.- I looked at him in surprise- Yes Jimin, you are going there. This is a boarding school. I stayed quite, when they were talking to me. I was totally lost. -What should I take with me?- I asked, walking towards stairs. -At the meeting, they told us to repeat to you  that you have to take almost everything you have, especially colourful clothes…and everything related to art…-I turned my head, looking at her like she was crazy- Don’t look at me like that, honey. Just take some CD’s, books, instruments, paints…Just take what you want. You should go now, we need to talk to you brother when he will back. I obeyed to her and went straight to my room. I looked out the window, I saw a big billboard with words ‘Everything is perfect’   My lips turned into a mocking smile. You wish I thought You do not expect that someone might try to ruin your ideal system. There is a lot of people who wants it, and Im one of them