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akeshuu · 4 years ago

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Ikerev HC

Fenrir going to the Land of Reason with MC to meet her friends

Also MC is from our time period, because a) I forgot whether she was from the 18th or 19th century and had no internet to check it and b) I’m a lazy dumbass and couldn’t stay historically accurate regarding scenery, inventions, etc. anyway.

So. EXCITED.

Alice had spent long hours talking about her friends and family back home in the Land of Reason. Fenrir knew that she loved him and her new home in Cradle, but it was also obvious how much she missed some aspects of her old life. Especially her friends.

Alice was happy most of the time, but he had caught glimpses of the shadow in her eyes whenever something reminded her of her old friends, the regret that sometimes found its way into her heart for leaving without a single goodbye.

A few months had passed and those moments had begun occurring more and more

So, of course, Fenrir decided to take matters into his own hands. He spoke with Ray and arranged for them both to be free for the next month.

When he told her that he was sending her to the Land of Reason, at first Alice was confused. Last time he had done that, it was to protect her from danger. But why this time?

“We’re going together,” he assured her. “I know you left without saying goodbye and you miss everyone from your old life. So we’re going to spend a month with your family and friends so you can assure them that you’re doing alright and see them once more. Sounds good?” When Alice just nods, overwhelmed with happiness at the thought, Fenrir smiles and embraces her.

Alice didn’t regret her decision to stay in Cradle, even for a second. But for some reason she had thought that once she had made a choice, it was final. If she decided to live in this magic Wonderland, she had to abandon her home forever.

But there was Fenrir, the love of her life, who had seen right into her heart and found a way to erase her worries and gift her with even more happiness than she thought possible.

Thus they found themselves in the garden at the next full moon, with quite more luggage than necessary. It was mostly Seth’s fault, though. At first MC had taken only a small bag with necessities, since most of her things were still in her old apartment. They only needed to get Fenrir’s stuff. But seeing how little she had planned to take for an entire month, Seth switched to panicked-big-sis mode and packed an entire suitcase in the span of mere minutes. However, he did remind her to get her friends and family gifts from Cradle, so she was grateful.

“Ready?”

“I should be the one asking. Prepared to fall into the rabbit hole into an entirely new world with no magic, where you aren’t allowed to shoot guns?”

“I’m ready for the fight of my life!”

The Land of Reason sure wasn’t as epic as he made it sound, but it was reassurance enough.

Although he hadn’t really expected the fall. Why hadn’t he expected it? Alice warned him beforehand. But boy, that didn’t make sense. She had fallen into Cradle from the sky. So why were they falling out Cradle as well? Shouldn’t they be, I don’t know, flying towards the sky or something?

Magic is weird.

It was late when they found themselves in the park, so they headed towards her old apartment for the night.

On their way, Fenrir was taking everything in and always asking questions. He knew her world was different, but it was another thing to see it for himself. “These weird rectangles all people seem to be holding. Are those the smartphones you mentioned?” “Was this fast thing the car you once told me about? It does indeed seem more comfortable than a carriage.” “Those screens are lighten up and are moving! How the hell does this work without magic crystals?”

“…I don’t actually know. I’ve always been bad at this stuff.” (same, Alice, same. Let me fall into Cradle and forget that science is a thing)

You decide to meet your friends first, because you know it’ll be easier to explain them the whole situation. (and because I only wanna write their meeting with her gang, which was meant to be a shameless self-insert with my friend group, but I got tired writing it)

After they wake up the next day, Alice texts her old friends she hadn’t used a phone in months, what is this? in their group chat, that has hundreds of missed messages, many of which aimed at her or regarding her disappearance. She ignored those for now, still feeling that ping of guilt, and asked to meet them all at their usual spot, which was a little playground with some benches, surrounded by grass. It was where they had played as kids and later on kept as a hangout spot, since barely any people went there anymore. Right after he message was sent, her friends freaked out and texted her back, mostly in all caps, asking where she had been. Alice didn’t respond for less than ten seconds, but her phone was already ringing.

“WHAT HAPPENED, GIRL? WHERE WERE YOU? IS EVERYTHING ALRIGHT?” It was a bit overwhelming, but it was nice hearing her friend’s voice.

“Hey, Rhia, I promise I’m fine. I’ll explain everything later”.

Fenrir placed a soothing hand on her knee and offered a smile. He knows how much she hates making people worry and could practically feel the anxiety pouring out of her in that moment.

An hour later, they were walking towards the place. They’re still a few minutes early, but MC knew her friends well enough to guess that they’ve all talked to each other previously and decided to go early so they were all together when she arrived. Fenrir held her hand during the whole way and didn’t say a word. She had a lot on her mind and he gives her the space she needs to sort those thought out.

As she thought, the others were already waiting for them when they arrived. Two girls and one boy. Fenrir had heard about them already. They lived in the same neighborhood and had always been together. Many people had joined and left their group, but in the end, they were the four that always stayed, always chose each other before anyone else.

Until Alice had left them to live in Cradle without saying anything. From what he had heart, Fenrir was sure that they would acknowledge her happiness and understand and respect her decision. She didn’t seem that confident, though.

“We thought you had been kidnapped! Murdered even! And now you come with a boy? Did you abandon us for some stupid boyfriend?”, one of the girls, probably Rhia, from what he knew, screamed at her.

“I was actually kidnapped at one point,” argued Alice. Probably not the best way to start the conversation.

All her friends froze, not knowing whether it was one of her usual jokes or something real. Fenrir spoke up, hoping to break at least some of the tension. “Hi, I’m Fenrir. Indeed her boyfriend, but definitely not the one who kidnapped her.” And then softly, only so Alice could hear him “Do you want me to leave you alone for this?” She shook her head and so he stayed.

She started her story. She told them about meeting Blanc and falling down the rabbit hole, discovering that the fantasy land from “Alice in Wonderland” was real, albeit a bit different than the book. She told them how she was stuck there for a month, but then didn’t want to leave when she had to. Told them of the world and the armies and all her adventures there.

“Thanks for listening to everything. I don’t know if you can believe me, but I promise that-“

“Of course we believe you”, the boy, Kian, said. “We made a promise when we were kids, remember? If something supernatural happens to one of us, the others have to hear them out and believe them. Or at least believe that they believe themselves.” The last part wasn’t that reassuring, but the fact that they all remembered that silly children’s promise was all she needed. (here comes the self-insert. It’s a promise I have with my friends, because we’re all obsessed with magic and stuff and honestly, it’s the best thing)

“I do believe you” her other friend said, a girl with green hair. That must be Lena. “And I respect those little mind tricks. Letting us know how much you enjoy the world, adventures and new friends, but skipping out on all details on your boyfriend so we don’t assume you’re just ditching us for some boy”

Fenrir tensed at that. He had never thought about it that way, but her friends hadn’t been there when they had fallen in love. Of course they would assume the worst. He himself wouldn’t have believed it if someone had told him he would find another person to be his partner in crime. There had never been someone equally as important to him as Ray, until he met Alice. She was their Ray, but they had lost her for a while and didn’t know why.

“I know you’re all mad that I disappeared, but I also know that you’re worried because you care. Because of that, I wanted to assure you that I’ve got it all figured out. I’ve got an amazing home, awesome friends, a job that makes me happy and all in a world that feels more like home than anything here ever has. So you don’t need to worry about me. I’m doing it for myself, not for him. However, I do love Fenrir. I’m pretty sure I always will.”

That was enough for them to accept it. They all offered her a smile and Fenrir could almost see the tension falling off her shoulders. Keeping Cradle a secret seemed to be more of a burden to her than even he had noticed. Now, she glowed with newly discovered freedom and Fenrir could feel his heart responding to it with a wave of warmth.

Her friends had accepted Cradle and, seeing the loving looks they gave each other, their relationship as well. However, there was still much they had to know about Fenrir. And so, they took turns asking… Or rather, testing him. Luckily, he was cool with it, amused even and Alice seemed to share his feelings.

“Weapon of choice?” “Guns” *sparkling eyes* “Swords are more badass” *angry mode activated*

“Did you know that Alice loved ghost stories so much, she had a notebook where she wrote down all her favorite ones, but doodled silly ghosties around them, because they were “too scary otherwise?”, this was supposed to be a way to embarrass Alice, but eventually lead to teasing Fenrir. “Well, I might’ve skipped that part for his sake?” “What? Too embarrassed to let him know you’re scared of your own interests?” “More like, I think that even the silly ghost doodles would’ve scared the shit out of him”

“Will you protect Alice at all cost?” “I’ll always be there if she needs me, but honestly, I’m not sure she needs it. She’s so badass, even our king is scared of her at this point” *flashback to that one time Alice took all his books out of his room and used them to close off the entrance to the place where all the cats meet. No one knew how she had managed to bring that a good hundred books into the city without anyone noticing. Whoever had helped her kept silent to this day*

“Do you accept that Alice is allowed to speak and be as friendly as she wishes with whomever she wishes and you, even as her boyfriend, have no say in it?”

Alice responded before Fenrir can: “One, he knows I’m not his property and can have my own friends. Two, I’m pretty much the only girl in the whole Black Army, so if that was an issue, we would’ve had a fight ages ago. And three, even if he gets jealous sometimes, he has no right to control my friendships in anyway without being a hypocrite, because I know he and his best friend were making out in high school.”

“Wait, who told you about that?” *baby was confused, he hadn’t told her yet*

“A girl never tells her secrets” *actually, it was just a pure guess*

Yeah, her friends loved him at the end of the day. There was no need to worry this much.

Now Alice could return to Cradle without all the guilt. And who knows, perhaps they could come visit every now and then.

#yay have whatever this is #ikemen revolution #ikerev #ikerevo #Fenrir Godspeed #ikerev fenrir #cybird #headcanon #hc #ikerev headcanons #ikerev hc #ikemen kakumei #idk how to tag things #rosi writes #fenrir x alice #some ocs i guess #tho they're kinda just there without any personality and only 1-2 lines

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radramblog · 3 years ago

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The default Microsoft XP Games

This evening I have decided to write some nonsense. It’s my god-given right to bullshit, and a gift I’ve been cultivating for years. Also because I’m tired and have other things to be spending precious brainpower on.

After pondering some ideas, some silly, some sillier, I landed on this. The original plan was to go through the Google Doodle games, but A. I couldn’t find a repository of them in the approximately one minute I tried looking, and B. There’s probably, like, a lot of them. Plus, XP was the OS of the family computer when I was a kid, so you bet your ass I tried these out. Er, most of them. Because when you’re a 6-year-old looking for shit to do and the edutainment well is running a little dry, you turn to some odd places. So I have little a nostalgia, as a treat.

Okay so, first on the list is….a bunch of Internet games. Backgammon, Checkers, Hearts, Reversi, and Spades. Now, I’ve heard of most of these in board/card game form (dunno what Spades is), but it’s hard to give these any sort of love because… you know… I didn’t play them. At all, ever. Kid me wasn’t going to be able to figure out how to get an online game running in 2004, let alone sign up for an account or even connect to the internet when we had dialup. At the same time, I imagine these would have ended up kinda popular, because hey- loads of people have nostalgia for the default games, and these were ones you could play with other people! I’m surprised they didn’t have Chess on there, actually.

They really looked like that, huh.

Anyway, you can’t play any of these anymore, the server support ended in….2019?! Who the fuck was running the XP Internet Checkers service in 2019? That’s a full 10 years after updates and support for the OS actually stopped. Why did it take so long to shut down these random servers?

Moving on, we have Hearts. A…local version of the Internet Hearts, I suppose. This is one I definitely remember attempting to play as a kid, but apparently I never tried reading the actual instructions. Or if I did, I sure couldn’t parse them. I just remember losing a lot, a streak I have clearly continued, as I sure have still yet to Get Good At Games. I’m going to be honest, I probably can’t be bothered figuring them out now. Even if I did, who am I going to play with? You need 4 players for this game, exactly, and I have a hard enough time getting 3 other people to play Magic with.

Next thing, going very alphabetically here, is Freecell. The other one I never figured out. At least with hearts, I could make moves, pretend like I was playing the game, but I’m pretty sure with Freecell I just never actually figured out how to start the game. After a brief moment of research, it appears to be a Solitare variant (oh we’ll get to you), and considering I’ve never heard it brought up elsewhere, it’s probably not a very popular one. Something to be said about messing with what works. According to good old fashioned Wikipedia, it’s a version where almost every single theoretically possible hand is winnable, which is nice, but I’m sure most people are still going to cock it up.

Speaking of Solitaire variants, might as well bring up Spider. I definitely actually figured out how to play this one at some point, likely a result of having figured out regular Solitaire. It is, however, much more complicated, I believe, what with using more than one deck and just having stacks of stacks. This also makes it more difficult, and thereby, more frustrating- apparently as opposed to Freecell this one has approximately a 1 in 3 winrate if you know what you’re doing, and I don’t really like those odds. Of course, apparently regular Solitaire (aka Klondike, but most people call it Solitaire because of Microsoft) is even worse, so.

Remind we why this is called Spider again?

Finally the big one, Regular Fucking Solitaire. Known by many names- Patience, American Patience, Demon Patience, and Triangle. Wikipedia, what the fuck?

I think at this point Solitaire is not just iconic of XP, but of Windows in general. Perhaps I’m showing my age a bit here, since I’m sure it was in a version of the OS long before I showed up to give it a shot, but obviously its what I know it from. Aside from just the game itself, even the victory screen itself is well remembered, cards duplicating and cascading across the screen. I don’t know who programmed that, or who decided it should be a thing, but they made a good choice- it’s incredibly satisfying.

Solitaire is just kind of really satisfying. It’s a simple enough puzzle, with a huge amount of potential depth and billions of possible combinations, making it kind of the perfect timewaster. Did they know what they were doing when they added it to Windows in the first place? Imagine how much productivity that decision cost offices worldwide.

Nahh, those fuckers weren’t getting up to anything anyway.

There are two games remaining to talk about, and we might as well get Minesweeper out of the way. I don’t know why, but I never really got into Minesweeper. Just bounced right off of it. Actually, in retrospect, it’s probably because 1. I didn’t know what I was doing, and B., even when I did figure it out, I definitely took a while to figure out the right click -> flag mine input. The game is not especially appealing to kids when you don’t have that sorted, and honestly, I’m not sure it gets much better when you do.

Finally, the last and clearly best game on the list, motherfucking 3D Pinball Space Cadet. Apparently this is actually one map included as a demo for an actual buyable game with a whole 3 boards, but I can’t imagine anyone buying it. For one, it’d have to be pretty cheap to make that worth it, especially since we already have one for free- and yeah, we have a third of it already, who needs to buy it.

I’ve always really enjoyed Pinball, even if I’m not very good at it. I’m not the type to obsess over it, or get competitive like people apparently do. I just really enjoy it, and would love to have my own table someday. And I think this game is the cause.

Unlike the previous entries on this list, 3D Pinball feels more like an actual game rather than a timewaster. It has art, and sound effects, and flashing lights and everything. Those sound effects are absolutely burned into my brain at this point. Considering only it and Minesweeper aren’t existing things you could already do with playing cards (or in the case of the Internet series, various boards), they’re the only ones you can really apply video game design philosophy to.

And the result I think is fairly interesting. 3D Pinball, despite having the full power of early 2000s processing at its fingertips, plays much like an actual machine as compared to other Pinball-based video games. One could argue this is a result of its default inclusion- too much Stuff would alienate the gentile audience they were going for, after all. The choice of Space Cadet as a theme suits well the 3D design- both three-dimensional games and, well, Space travel felt similarly ambitious for a while, and I’m sure this game was a lot of people’s introductions to 3D on a PC.

I don’t think this game has had the longevity of Solitaire and Minesweeper in the greater public eye- likely a result of them being around for longer and available in more than three versions of Windows- but for those around my age, who grew up on XP and were attracted to the shiny thing, I could argue it’s just as memorable.

And that’s the full listing. A bit hit or miss, but you have to keep in mind that these were both free and developed by Microsoft before they really had a games studio. These days, what with Xbox, Microsoft not making games really seems odd to think about, but outside of a limited few like these, that was just the facts.

And then they went and made some really weird ones for Vista and 7, and they weren’t good (except Mahjong but they didn’t really make that so much as port it), and then for Windows 8/10 they made them downloadable and…put ads on them….

Man, bring me back to those days, huh.

#ramble #video games #windows xp #solitaire #(and variants)

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fluideli123 · 5 years ago

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A Story

So, I’ve recently been inspired to write a story for Ninjago and I’ve only written the prologue since I wanna write it for everyone, people even not in the Ninjago fandom and all that. I’ve also been editing the hell out of it and listening to it from text-to-speech stuff because I just all of a sudden got really passionate about this story. I even have my co-editors editing it in their free time I’m so invested in this story. Anyway, I wanted to post the first chapter (Still being edited) here before I actually post it, because, well, why not? I havn’t posted in awhile and I’ve been working on this story nonstop for maybe, a week? I don’t know, it started out as a prompt and practice and than ended as a whole story with twists and stuff. So, I’m just going to leave below the line on what I have so far, I hope you enjoy it?

The link if you just want to see this story is here: X

Cole's head softly nodded to the beat of the music playing loudly in his ears from a newly bought headset, continuously humming the lyrics from the songs by heart. The earth ninja had his back against his pillows with a notebook and pen placed on his lap doodling mindlessly. His mind was alive with thoughts and memories for an unknown amount of time.

Some days he would be with his team with no need to fight, saving people, and with no missions to complete. Other days where he had either enough time on his hands to sit down and lose himself in more than just additional training or had too much time than he knew how to deal with. He didn't know which was worse sometimes.

However, Lloyd had it the worst out of the whole team, he spent most of his life, if not all of it, fighting and training. Lloyd even lost his entire childhood to become the destined Green Ninja. Cole still felt sympathy over the day that Lloyd lost his childhood. Cole and his teammates, Kai, Jay, and Zane, met Lloyd when he was only nine years old. But one day, the whole team was turned into kids. An extinct Grundle was brought back to life to hunt them all down, leaving Lloyd to help them get back to normal since he was unaffected. Cole still remembered how he and his team members were in fear as the once extinct ninja hunter towered over them. It was a hideous creature with thin sharp teeth and razor-sharp talons, its scales were blood red, its body was littered in spikes, and long catfish-like whiskers on either side of its lips. They were all quivering in fear until Sensi Wu appeared with Nya, they were carrying a tea that they tossed over to the ninjas. This tea would reverse all the effects that caused them to turn into kids. But as Sensi Wu forewarned, the tea would also affect Lloyd, turning him older with the rest of them. Lloyd had heard this, yet, he still grabbed the brew and threw it at the monster, it turned to bones while the rest of them spontaneously aged older. He selflessly sacrificed his own childhood to save them, adding more weight to the things he already bared at such a young age. The kid could use a break just as much as everyone else.

Sadly, Cole doubted that would ever happen for any of them.

Cole frowned, his thoughts now souring his peaceful mood. He closed the notebook and placed it back in its proper spot, a drawer within his nightstand. Tidying up his pens, he sets them by the journal, closing the drawer before also pausing his music, taking off his headphones, and setting the two items on the nightstand.

Cole let out a sigh, closing his eyes and running a hand through his messy black hair. He was overthinking again, a byproduct of the peace in the world, as unfortunate as that was. The earth ninja stood up, stretching his arms above his head to work out the kinks in his back before making his way through the hall, trying to clear his mind before heading into the kitchen. As Cole stepped into the kitchen, he smelt the scent of strawberries and honey, noticing that the temperature was also mellow. What the earth ninja saw, though, was a sheen on a metallic body and the white of a gi with quick hands slicing something on the counter.

Only one name appeared in Cole's mind, one that was accompanied by a warm feeling in his chest and a small soft smile on his lips.

Zane.

The Nindroid faced Cole, his once focused icy blue eyes turning into their usual warmth as he beamed, realizing Cole had entered the room. Cole's own smile grew from the sight of Zane's smile, a swell in his heart forming, making the feeling in his chest rise. Even though Zane was the master of ice and a Nindroid, he had the most sunshiny smiles and had tender eyes, softening you from the inside out.

"Cole," Zane said, his words calm and witty with only a slightly robotic tone. "I see you've finally decided to leave your room. I was beginning to wonder whether you'd be trapped in there forever."

The earth ninja rolled his eyes as he made his way over to the ice ninja, becoming enthralled with the remark. Cole had recently been in his room more often than he was training, the team, for some reason, found that as something to make quips about. Cole would be lying if he didn't enjoy some of the banterings that would sometimes ensue, especially with Zane. He wasn't too good at understanding humor or joking, but when he did, it always made Cole chuckle, even if it wasn't something exceedingly funny.

"Oh, me being stuck in my room?" Cole answered, placing a hand on his chest dramatically, his words dripping in a little bit of playful sarcasm. "I could never! How could I ever stay in there without the most delicious thing ever made to keep me company? I, of course, need a cake to keep me thriving if I were to be trapped."

Zane shook his head a bit as Cole chuckled at his own comment, still smiling as he looked back at the strawberries he was cutting. Remembering the smell in the air and seeing Zane slicing the fruit, Cole looked over to the oven out of curiosity, seeing the light on.

"So, what are you making there, frosty?" Cole asked, looking back to the Nindroid and leaning to the side to peak over Zane's tall form.

"Strawberry Bread," Zane affirms as he places the knife down, lifting the cutting board to pour the fruits in a green plastic bowl. Setting the board down he quietly, says excuse me to Cole, who moves out of the way. Zane bends down, grabbing pink oven mitts in the process, and opens the oven pulling out a pink and golden brown bread. He stands up and places it on cooling racks on the counter, the opposite side of the stove where he was slicing the berries. The smell was sweet and had Cole's mouth-watering as Zane continued to speak. "Jay had spoken about how I cook so well that I should try making some more desserts instead of dinner foods. He suggested I start on something with fruit, so I did."

Cole nodded, sitting down at the table. Zane had always been the one to cook for the whole team after they realized how much everyone else's cooking sucked, and how the ice ninja's cookery was remarkably good. Zane could cook anything you wanted after he researched as much as he could on it, whether that be from books from the libraries in Ninjago City or from any digital device hooked to the internet. He liked to be informed and probably knew facts that no one else knew about, just because he enjoys learning things.

Zane has always been strange to everyone, even when Zane himself didn't know he was a Nindroid. It was just a feeling that Zane had given off. Of course, the team loved him like a brother, yet that didn't stop everyone from recognizing how different Zane was. When Cole, Kai, Jay, and Zane lived in Wu's Monastery, everyone would notice how Zane lived in his own world, while training. He would possibly bow at a wooden training dummy, or be utterly confused with expressions. Zane couldn't understand humor at all either, but Cole still found it often endearing, even back then when they annoyed him sometimes.

Nevertheless, one time the whole team, including Sensei Wu and Nya, got in a food fight during supper. Zane had stood there watching them throw his food around, unable to understand why everyone was laughing and enjoying themselves. Cleaning up after the ninja's ruinous fight, Zane had left outside with all the wasted food and tossed it in the trash. Zane had told the team that while doing so, he had met a falcon sitting on a branch above him, the bird following his exact movements as the ice ninja felt an ease with the bird. Unable to explain it, the bird had appeared another day, guiding Zane to Lloyd's secret hideout when he was with the Serpentine, which were snakes that wanted to get revenge on Ninjago for sealing them underground. Zane had gone back to the Monastery after finding Lloyd's lair in the trees to notify the team.

Cole has known for a long time that he has feelings towards Zane, even if it just began as a physical attraction. But that didn't prevent Cole's emotions growing over the years, his attempts to try and repress his feelings and only focus on viewing Zane as a brother like he did everyone else, had backfired on him. He often caught himself daydreaming about Zane without meaning to. There were just so many things about Zane that Cole couldn't help but to like about the ice ninja.

One of the first things that Cole liked about Zane was his eyes, whether that was sappy or not, it was true. When Cole first met Zane, his eyes were more human-like, a dull icy blue, still soft and kind when he looked at his teammates and friends but also appeared to be inquisitive or searching as if trying to understand something or learn something when he looked at you. Cole enjoyed the color more than when Zane looked at people back then, especially when it was dark, and his eyes would look too bright to be human. Nowadays, Cole just liked everything about Zane's eyes, like how they were robotically inhuman. Cole adored how they always seemed to be vivid and definite than a typical human's eyes, no matter how intense the light was, they would be slightly brighter.

The second thing Cole liked about Zane was his hands. He remembered how perplexed Zane was when he inquired why Cole had been gazing at his hands strangely. Cole had stated that he had never felt hands so cold before, even though it was the truth too, it wasn't the real reason why he sat there blatantly staring like a fool. Cole just liked that even after all the labor of training and fighting, that the ninja's hands weren't rough and hard like you'd expect them to be. In fact, they were soft and smooth like delicate fallen snow that doesn't cling together and as smooth as a thick formed icicle hovering from the roof. Now, the only thing that has changed is that his hands are sleek instead of soft from not having his albino synthetic skin, more gentle when they touched things now too. It's something Cole constantly daydreams about more often than anything else, as much as that irritates him. He regularly tries to push away the intruding thoughts, but the skin on his hands and face always tingle, even after he snaps out of his thoughts and into reality. Like if Zane was the ghost instead, and he couldn't truly touch Cole.

Cole could go on and on, describing every little detail about how beautiful Zane was from the inside out. But, out of everything he can explain, there is one thing he cherishes about Zane over everything else he could ever try to describe. It's something even Cole can't always name sometimes, and it's just how Zane is, well, Zane. The Nindroid will invariably do something outlandish like randomly stop moving and sit there for a while doing something in his head, or till someone questions what the hell he's doing. It's the same thing when he'll spend hours talking about how absurd people's theories are on multiple topics or randomly start talking about a fact no one else asked to hear. Even if Cole couldn't understand what Zane was prattling about or thinking, Cole would listen anyway.

Cole shakes his thoughts out of his head before he looks at Zane as he takes off one pink oven mitt and grabs a spatula, stabbing at the sides of the bread pan, the tip of his tongue sticking out in concentration. As the earth ninja took notice to the sight of no honey on the kitchen counter, he opened his mouth to ask why it smelt like it too if it was strawberry bread that Zane was making. That was, however, cut short when Jay walked into the room, answering his question before it even left his mouth. The lightning ninja held a white platter in his hands that held crumbs, strawberries and what could, and hopefully be, smeared honey on it. He placed the plate down in the sink before turning to the ice ninja with a toothy smile on his face.

"You are so good at cooking, I swear!" Jay exclaimed before he looked to Cole and made his way over, almost bouncing in place. "Have you tried it yet, Cole? Because you should! Zane made a hell of a new dessert, and oh my gosh, it's so good! You have to try it!" Jay whipped his head back to Zane, who was smiling proudly from the comments Jay was shouting left and right, no doubt. "Did he already? Oh, come on, he had to at least have stolen some when you weren't looking!"

Zane shook his head in negative, triggering a dramatic gasp from the lightning ninja, who quickly turned his head back to Cole. He looked determined, and before Cole could add his two cents to the conversation, Jay took him by the arm and drew him to the counter where he had formerly been standing with Zane, and grabbed a slice of bread and shoved it in his hands. Jay let go of his arm and looked at him expectantly, a look that gave off a false superiority sometimes, as it did now. Cole just raised an eyebrow at Jay, who pursed his lips and placed his own hands on his hips. It reminded Cole of those Ninjago City mom's who was about to say "excuse me?" bitterly because someone cut in line or did something offensive to them. Cole snorted at the thought, giving in and taking a large bite out of the bread only to cover his mouth when his eyes widened, and a muffled surprise escaped his throat.

The damn bread wasn't chewy or crumbled apart too effortlessly, and it wasn't bland either, it was right in the middle and tasted like the berry it was made with without being too sweet. If Cole was incapable of loving cake as much as he did, he would probably just go off and marry this dish instead. Actually, no, Cole should go off and marry Zane, who is capable of making not only this bread but also cake, which would make a triple-win scenario.

That thought knocked him back into the present, his cheeks slightly gaining color.

Jay laughed and patted Cole's shoulder as he swallowed down the piece of bread. Apparently, he was amused by his reaction to Zane's baking skills. This shouldn't be a surprise, he was a badass in the kitchen like in the battlefield, as stated before.

"What I tell you," The lightning ninja beamed at Cole as he continued. "It's good, isn't it?"

Cole rolled his eyes. "Well, yeah, duh, Zane made it, of course, it's going to be good." He looked over to the ice ninja, who was patiently slicing the now cooled batch, Cole witnessed Zane pull out of the oven before. "You really outdid yourself again, Zane." "Why thank you, I was honestly about to think that Jay was overreacting to not hurt my feelings on possibly not making the bread well." Zane replies as he places all the pieces of bread in a clear plastic container. "However, I believe I should put these away till after dinner. I can already tell you two might try to grab for more, even though Jay has already eaten quite a few."

A loud, “awe man, no fair” came from Cole as Jay crossed his arms and seemed to now be sulking. Zane chuckled as he closed the lid and placed the container on top of the fridge, out of reach from anyone who didn’t grab a chair, climb the counters or who were tall enough to grab it by themselves. Sadly, no one was as tall enough to reach Zane’s height completely without putting something under their feet to gain a few more inches. It seemed the bread was held captive for the time being. That reminds him.

"Wait, how many did you eat, Jay?" Cole inquired as he looked over to the ninja in question. Jay looked over at Cole with wide eyes, as if caught in a terrible act that shouldn't be spoken about.

"Uh," Jay looked around the room as if it was supposed to help him answer the question. "Would you believe me if I said two slices was all I had?"

"No."

Jay frowned before he crossed his arms and pouted like a young child, a quiet "damn it" being muttered under his breath before he lifted a hand with five fingers up. Cole stared at the ninja's fingers. Why was he holding up-

Oh.

He burst out laughing as he high fived Jay's hand. "Oh my god, you couldn't have beaten my record! I can't believe you actually ate five!" Cole joked, Jay huffed again and stuck his tongue out at Cole, causing him to laugh harder.

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up dirt boy," Jay poked Cole's chest. "I only did it because Zane's cooking is awesome, and it was just a warm-up to when I beat you at your own food game."

The food game Jay was speaking of was a competition between him and Cole about whoever beats the other's score on eating the most in one day, wins. Every month, there was a day that the person surpasses last month's score, or tries to and fails. If you retain or beat the score, the loser must do the other’s chores or buy them something out of their own pocket when asked. So far, the high score was held by Cole, with three plates of two giant full-sized flour tortilla cheese and bean burritos. The whole team, Cole, Zane, Jay, Nya, Kai, and Lloyd, all went out last month to Kai and Nya's favorite restaurant, Taco Loco Pequeño César's. It was there that he not only won that month for his game but also won a sombrero and cool black sunglasses from the restaurant to congratulate him on winning their eating competition. It was the best day to see Jay's face go red in anger and brood for the rest of the day, Cole just rubbed it in his face by walking around wearing the sunglasses and sombrero he won. Kai even taught him some Spanish words, specifically "gané" and "perdedor" to further torture, Jay. Plus, the only reason Jay wanted Cole to believe he only ate two slices of the bread Zane made today was that he has to be ashamed of only eating five pieces and thinking that could beat the burritos.

"Say whatever you want sparky," Cole said, poking Jay back. "You can't beat the master."

Jay scoffed, looking to Zane, who was silently cleaning up after himself. "Zane, come on, Cole isn't the master of eating, right? I mean, I've eaten just as much as him, right?"

Zane looked up from pulling on his household gloves, staring at Jay for a moment before answering. "According to what I've witnessed, and from other information about both your eating habits. There is a twenty percent chance that you have eaten anything slightly near the amount Cole has consumed. Ten percent being-"

"Yeah, yeah, I got it, Zane, you don't have to hurt my pride more." Jay insisted, cutting off Zane with a wave of his hand in the Nindroids direction. Zane frowned before he turned away from the two, and moved towards the sink where he collected all the dishes.

"I don't understand why you two believe the consumption of the most nutrients, is something to be made into a competition," Zane commented, his words less chipper than they had been moments ago. "You could harm yourselves by consuming too much that you get yourselves sick, or consume too much of a substance and damage yourselves."

"Well, then we'll have to be careful," Jay said, shrugging, walking towards a chair and sitting down on it, folding his arms on one of the legs placed against his chest.

"Yeah, plus, if we get hurt, it'll be our fault anyway," Cole chimed in, sitting on the table with his feet swinging below him as he watched Zane. "We're just a couple of competitive dumbasses."

Zane continued to wash dishes, silent. Cole sat there for a moment, wondering if Jay had interrupted the ice ninja a bit too harshly, that being the cause of the Nindroid’s silence. That was debunked, however, when Zane's shoulders fell as he let out a sigh of defeat.

"I know," Zane replied, turning around and leaning on the side of the kitchen sink, a sponge in hand scrubbing a big white mixing bowl. "I'm just concerned for your well being, especially after Cole's appetite last month." He gave Cole a pointed look. "You could have gotten ill after devouring all of those burritos."

Cole let out an airy chuckle as he brushed a hand through his hair, looking away from the look he was being given. Ah, yes, he almost forgot the lecture the ice ninja had given him afterward.

"You made a point there, I doubt Jay could eat that much without getting a major stomach ache," Cole noted, laughing at Jay's insulted face as he quickly looked back to Cole. Zane laughed too, a smile on his lips again as he turned away and placed the white bowl down on the other side of the divided sink with other soapy dishes.

Time flew after that, Cole had stayed in the kitchen with Zane and Jay since they had nothing better to do than talk, jabbing jokes at each other. Zane had spent most of his day cooking and reading a new book he'd gotten, named Sunrays of Serenity. It was a poem book that someone had recommended to him at the library one day, saying it was something Zane should read. It seemed to be something that the ice ninja could try and think about. Zane said it had plenty of hidden meanings and was chock-full of phrases, giving Zane material to analyze and ponder about, unlike the science and machine books he'd usually borrow.

Jay, on the other hand, had spent his day with his girlfriend Nya, building and brainstorming new ideas that they could work on together, or by themselves. The two were in love with constructing and understanding machines, and most of the time, worked well with each other, taking turns fixing things around the place and talking things out. The two were the perfect match in Cole's opinion, for more than one reason, of course, even if he did place a wedge in between them at one point. Cole's anger had gotten the best of him, creating one of his least proud moments, but one that he regrets every day.

It's also something Cole had recognized over the years when being with his team, actually, since Nya is stubborn and her brother Kai is short-tempered, Jay being the embodiment of an unpredictable explosion. Cole, however, he was just angry. That's all it was for him. The earth ninja wasn't headstrong unless it was necessary, he wasn't gruff, having things irritate him quickly and he wasn't inconstant. He felt angry from time to time, like an itch under his skin that wouldn't go away. It was often bothersome and only made him more upset when he realized the feeling.

He wished it would go away.

The notebook he had been doodling in before, holds pieces of what he lets out of his anger, at least the ones captured on paper, that is. Drawing himself engulfed by green and black, or standing in a battlefield of fallen enemies, him standing above them all. Cole even once drew a picture of himself standing in front of a mirror, his reflection showing something dark and fiery on the other side, like a melted creature representing how Cole viewed his rage. The journal wasn't even for merely his anger. He had pictures of his family lying dead upon the ground, his team being a part of his family, while he kneeled with them, the only one alive out of everyone he ever cared for. His slightly better pictures, like when he drew himself treading on lily pads, the pastel colors, conflicting with his dark gi and skin, revealing his misplacement in tranquil environments. His happier pictures, which were always sweet, were drawings of his friends happy or doing activities.

Ones where he drew Lloyd sitting in a field of flowers seeming serene, his shoulders no longer tense, his jaw no longer clenching and eyes showing no sign of the constant sorrow they hold. He had sketches too, like ones of Jay sitting over his workshop, tools scattered every which way. Kai and Nya asleep on the couch, her head on Kai's shoulder.

One of Cole's favorites by far, though, were the drawings of the landscapes of the places he's been to as a ninja. They always seemed to come out steady and how Cole had meant them to look, which is hard to do because there is something that comes out wrong each time. There would be times where Cole had paintings of his team where they're poses were wonky, their eyes different from the left, or he accidentally colored with the wrong color. But, the landscapes and places never had the same problems.

What was strange to Cole, was that he would have never guessed that when Sensi Wu had handed him the large red covered journal, when the group split up, that he would confide in it to express himself, when he didn't feel like training. Cole had usually just trained to let out all his emotions, not finding another outlet for them to flow. He was thankful to Wu for giving him another place to let everything go. It often helped him when he woke up from his constant nightmares.

"Hey, ya'll," A familiar voice said, breaking Cole from his thoughts as he was listening to Jay think out loud about making a mechanical dog for him and Nya, instead of going out and buying a dog, and Zane informing him of what that choice would intel. The earth ninja looked to the doorway along with Jay, seeing white blonde hair and emerald green eyes, accompanied by a green gi. "The others were wondering if you guys started dinner yet, or not."

Cole didn't have an answer for Lloyd, he had been trying to avoid looking at Zane in fear of staring like a crush infused creep. But when Cole looked over to Zane, who was wearing a pink apron now, he was about to answer their leader without even looking up from the pot he was stirring, reading the poem book. When did he even start cooking again? Did Cole really get that wrapped up in Jay's talk on robo-dogs, and his own thoughts? Well then, at least he gets to eat soon.

"Dinner is not quite finished, but it should be in a few more moments," Zane stated, raising the scoop from the pot, where Cole sat, he could see baby shrimp, noodles, and various spices before Zane took a sip, tasting his soup. The ice ninja placed the spoon back in the large pot, he continued to stir as he picked up a salt shaker and added some salt. "I would recommend rounding everyone up and having them sit at the table. It should be done when everyone has a bowel ready and is seated properly."

Lloyd nodded his head in acknowledgment, gesturing for Cole and Jay to follow him. The two did instantly, joining him in the hall, Lloyd asked for Jay to go get Nya, and Cole to go get Kai, while Lloyd went to see if Sensi Wu and his mother, Misako, wanted to join them. Cole split from the small group, and after Kai, the fire ninja was likely blacksmithing locally at Herald's Shop, a place just down from where the whole crew stayed. Cole summoned his earth elemental dragon, Heath, and quickly made his way to the small shop, jumping off his dragon and into the shop without knocking, knowing Kai was most likely expecting someone to come in.

"Hey there," Kai greeted, sticking a long metal thing into a barrel of water, steaming rising quickly, loud sizzling in the air around them. Kai had more long metal poles on one of his tables, each one having some sort of difference engraved on them that Cole didn't care to examine right now, but, even from afar, Kai's work was still beautiful. "Is it that time already?"

Cole cocked a crooked smile at the fire ninja. "Apparently so," Cole went over closer to Kai, who was taking off his blacksmithing wear, a pair of gloves, a dark apron, and a face protection mask. "Ready to leave your things here and get some food?"

Kai chuckled, picking up all the engraved poles and setting them to the side safely, including the one he had witnessed get placed in the barrel. After Kai cleaned up his place in the shop, he thanked the owner and said he'd come back tomorrow, the man just waving him off as he continued to read a magazine.

The two made their way back to their home swiftly, talking about how they enjoyed being able to do their hobbies or favorite activities a lot more, but how much of a hassle it was to handle all that time given to them. As they walked into the hallway, Kai said that he had finished at least three of the poles the earth ninja had seen, telling him that they were going to be put up somewhere on or in their home. Cole found that impressive, Kai had been a terrible blacksmith before, his forges were, as Nya once stated, a wet spaghetti noodle. After regularly practicing in his free time, he rose up to the title of a blacksmith.

The rest of the day was spent with the whole team, Sensi Wu, and Misako after Kai and Cole arrived in the kitchen. All of them chatted together, the table crowded, loud, and noisy every which way. To Cole though it, was just one big family get together at the end of the day, talking their head off while enjoying food. It was comforting, to say the least, Cole was used to large group dinners, his father's job as a famous dancer meant big parties of all types.

Soon as the conversations died down and people were getting full, Zane took the job of picking up the dishes along with Misako, who helped him. People started leaving one by one, saying their goodnights, each one headed off for bed, soon Cole did too. Everything in Cole's life seemed perfect to other people's eyes, as it should have been, nothing but training, drawing, and family times. Sadly, that wasn't at all the case.

Not one bit.

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marissaofunderground · 5 years ago

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My stance on Hazbin Hotel

I think it should be OK to like something without having an opinion on the creator. OK? Because I know how many people on the internet think that if a creator has done something wrong or controversial that means you can’t or shouldn’t enjoy their creative works. I’ve written a whole thing about this in a Discord server a couple weeks ago, and I’ll take a little from that:

“ I really wanna make Hazbin Hotel fanart and HH OCs. The problem is how controversial the creator is, and how polarizing she is. She’s had controversy and drama surrounding her for years based on the fact she once did things that aren’t exactly OK. And I’m not defending her for those actions at all, but I also don’t know what she’s like at all and if she’s a better person today, and I ALSO want to add that a LOT of other popular creators have done things that aren’t OK, too. I’m a huge fan of David Bowie, for example, but in the 80’s he had a hit song that’s.....let’s say just won’t fly by today’s standards. That song is called “China Girl”, and the problem with that song is really just existing, because Asian women are fetishized in the West. While I’m sure that wasn’t Bowie’s intent, I avoid that song and have no idea why I still hear it being played on the radio or appearing in official Spotify playlists today. That said, I still enjoy Bowie’s music and am still a big fan, despite that one song I consider a mistake. The Rolling Stones, likewise, have a similar case with their song “Brown Sugar”, a song I also avoid for similar reasons. Then you have the Golden Age of Animation and its racist caricatures. The style has had a comeback in popularity, but thankfully without the racism, as people of all kinds are drawing in this style, taking out the bad parts and drawing the old style reflecting modern sensibilities. That said, when the original cartoons are released on DVD, we have a disclaimer that points out that “yeah people thought this shit was OK back then, but it’s not, and we know that, but we also don’t want to pretend those prejudices never existed, so we’re not taking them out, think of this as a history lesson”.”

“Tl;dr, lots of creators of stuff we enjoy, be it music or cartoons, can be controversial people. Nobody is perfect. I won’t defend Vivzie for what she did back then, and I still won’t today because I have no idea what she’s like and if she is a horrible person or not. This whole thing is really complicated and I think for me the best thing is to just not have an opinion on Vivzie the creator, but I also want to enjoy HaHo for what it is. I want to enjoy the cartoon, create fanart and OCs like others are doing, but I also don’t want to trigger people upset by Vivzie or think I’m supporting her or liking her or defending her. Can you enjoy the content without having an opinion on the creator of said content? Because really - that’s what I wanna do. Seeing all the Alastor profile pics and fanart as well as HH OCs makes me want to fill up pages of my sketchbook with Angel Dust and draw some of my OCs in the HaHo world. But at the same time, I also just wanna remain without a stance on the creator of the show. People online can make you feel like you’re not allowed to just like something because the person behind the work is controversial.”

And no. I do not know much about Vivzie at all. I do know she has her rabid fans who get upset over criticism, and I also know she has haters who don’t want to see anyone support Hazbin Hotel or be fans of it “Unfollow me if you like Hazbin Hotel,” some say. That’s like saying “Unfollow me if you like vanilla ice cream”! Do the bad decisions or actions of the creator taint the franchise as a whole? I just....this extreme association gives a bad and toxic message, it tells people we can’t like a show because of the creator. Well then, I guess that means nobody should watch The Loud House or Twelve Forever then, or most media throughout history as prejudice was much worse behind the camera back in those days and there is so much of it that never went recorded or reported. See how....extreme this is? Personally, I’d like to not take a side, to just enjoy the franchise, draw my HaHo sona and characters and make fanart, without having an opinion on the creator at all. That should be possible, and OK.

So there you have it. Two weeks ago, I finally gave up resisting and rewatched the pilot. All my friends have been huge fans of HaHo since the pilot dropped, and I wanted to join them so I have. I started doodling an OC in my sketchbook while at Kumoricon. And now, after this message, I think I will show him.

#hazbin hotel #creator controversy #the loud house #twelve forever #the golden age of hollywood #the golden age of animation #rubberhose animation #can we just like things please #toxic association #long post #text post #no this doesn't mean i like the creator nor does it mean i dislike her #i'm indifferent #i don't want to take a side

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all-hail-the-witcher · 4 years ago

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im in high school and it sucks do you have any advice you could give me

aright ive been thinking about this one for a little while, trying to actually come up with something helpful. in interest of accuracy, i graduated high school in 2019 and am about to enter my sophomore year of college.

first and foremost, you're in high school. i dont know what grade you're in, but at most you've got 4 years left. and after that you never have to see Any of the people you go to school with ever again if you dont want to. i know this one might seem kinda stupid, but it was one of the few thoughts that got me through junior and senior year. (also when i was home on college breaks (and right now during *this*) the only people ive seen from school are the ones that i choose to see and if i happen to run into someone else we either wave or just ignore eachother. i also live in a fairly smallish town)

find a spot to eat lunch thats not the cafeteria if possible. idk what kinda school you go to, and this is not possible at all schools, but if it is, take advantage of it. i would eat lunch in the crafts room 99% of the time and work on whatever project i was currently doing. sometimes my friends would join me and sometimes id be by myself, but either way it was nice to get away from the nonsense for a little bit.

make fun of your awful teachers. not to their face obviously, but with your friends. it makes the class that you absolutely cant stand so much more bearable. i had a teacher in my senior year who was absolutely awful and my friend and i who had the class together would make fun of him outside of the classroom.

doodle. some teachers do notebook checks, so dont do it in that notebook, get some plain lined paper or do it in a different notebook entirely, but doodling is a great way to relieve some of the stress and shit that goes on in class.

go on your phone. i probably shouldn't be advising this one, but i spent a fair amount of time on my phone in high school, esp as i got into senior year. i think i might have spent more time on my phone than paying attention honestly. theres definitely an art to it. but once you figure it out, its pretty simple. just make sure you're still getting decent grades.

snacks! figure out which of your teachers let you eat food in class and bring snacks. you'd be surprised how much snacks improve your mood. (maybe not this year tho cause of the whole pandemic thing. but if you're taking classes from home, do it!)

try to take at least 1 class that doesnt require a lot of brain power. my classes of choice were dance and crafts. if your school offers stuff like that, its nice to have a break in your schedule that doesnt require you to be sitting and taking notes and thinking about things.

know your limits when making your schedule. just because you place into all honors or get reccomeded for ap classes doesnt mean you Have to take them. obviously, parents (and sometimes guidance counselors) dont agree with this. but if theyre cool with it, only take honors or aps in areas that you actually enjoy. that way you will be more motivated to do the work. it also gives you a break in your other classes. when i was in high school, the bulk of my honors and ap classes were in history and english because that was what i was better at and liked more. i took non honors science and math when possible. those classes had significantly less homework, which left me time to do my homework for my harder classes without feeling stressed.

determine which classes you *actually* have to pay attention in. there will usually be one or two ones that you actually have to pay 100% attention in, and then you can kinda get away with not completely paying attention in the rest of them.

listen to music whenever possible. if you have a teacher that lets you have your earbuds in, take full advantage. or listen to music while changing classes, or during lunch. music does so much to improve your mood and its something to look forward to. just be careful of that one teacher every school has that makes you take out your earbuds. dont get in trouble.

give yourself an outlet. something that you can enjoy that is absolutely not connected to high school. it could be a youtube channel, a fandom, writing fanfic, a book, a movie, some form of media. and let yourself indulge in it after (or even during) school. i wrote a lot of fan fiction in class. i wrote character maps, hcs, song lists with themes, shit like that. and then when i got home i let myself watch like an hour or so of youtube before i did my homework. just because you're in high school doesnt mean you cant give yourself breaks. again, parents can be annoying about that because they see you not doing your homework and think you're a bad student, so dont get in trouble. but definitely give yourself breaks when doing homework.

try not to start or get mixed up in drama. its a lot easier said than done, but it makes everything so much better. also in the grand scheme of things, high school drama is not important.

find a few friends to be close with and stick by them. if you have one or two close friends in high school you're pretty much set. of course you can go through high school with no friends and make it out, but its easier to have a few close friends. it makes it fun. and if you dont have any friends at your school, internet friends work too.

dont get caught up in the whole college application thing. yes its stressful, but whatever school you end up at will be fine. and people often get so consumed by the process that they get incredibly stressed and forget to take care of themselves. make sure you're still hanging out with your friends and making time for yourself.

high school seems like the most important thing in the world when you're in it. but it's not. and you'll get through it. i hope this wast least a little bit helpful. if not feel free to message me or send me another ask!

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ageless-aislynn · 4 years ago

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Hopefully I do this right. 19, 21, or 22 (any or all) for Truth or Dare!

Yes, you did it exactly right! :D Thanks so much for playing! :D

19: (truth) What is the first thing you remember having to keep secret? (dare) Tag five bloggers who you associate with being obsessed with something particular, and list what each of them is obsessed with.

I’ve been lucky that, in RL, I’ve never had some big family secret or whatever to have to keep. The main thing I can think of that I kept secret, not because I had to but because I was uncomfortable in sharing it, is my age when I joined Lost Video Island. *shout out to my LVI peeps* ;) That was THE major site I was a member of in my early Internet days and where I honed my vidding skills (first we only did vids for the show Lost but eventually went multifandom). I soon realized that I was a LOT older than most of the people that I was chatting with. Then I eventually realized I was the oldest person there. :S So I wouldn’t tell my age. One day, a couple of the especially youngest peeps were really trying to pressure me for my age (understandable, everybody wants to solve a mystery ;) ) when the webmaster stepped in and said something along the lines of, “Hey, leave her alone. Aislynn is a Mystical and Ageless Being.” Which not only gave me a great out but also is where the username I’ve had for so long comes from. “Mystical and Ageless Aislynn” was always too long so it just got shortened to Ageless AIslynn. ;)

21: (truth) What three fictional characters would you most like to meet? (dare) Write your name down on a piece of paper and draw a quick picture of yourself. Take a photo of it and post it.

I didn’t have a quick way to follow the instructions exactly so I drew this in Pixlr, lol! Also, the sunglasses-wearing sun has been my go-to doodle since I was a child and was more fun than the stick figure I was otherwise going to draw. So... enjoy! Let the amaaazing artistry just touch your soul!

Lol. ;)

22: (truth) What are three things you’re looking forward to? (dare) Tag the last three people you reblogged posts from, and estimate how many followers they have.

1. Finishing my Snowells Kisses prompts and other Snowells WIPs

2. Finishing the rest of the Giant Beast of a Snowells fic (it’s so big, it gets its own answer, lol)

3. Vidding a couple of new pairings: Daisy/Sousa, Eobard/Nora, Eobard/Caitlin. But wait, haven’t I vidded Eo and Cait before? Like, A LOT? o_O Nope, not this way. ;) It’s good to stretch beyond my comfort zone every once and a while. ;) And there’ll be more traditional Snowells vidding coming along. Oh and I have an Eobard tribute in progress but had to set it aside for Camp NaNo. Once I find the right song, I definitely want to try FrostNash but they have very difficult footage to wrangle. They have, like, 2 actual scenes with each other, so finding the right song is going to be the key to pulling together a believable story. ;) [/it probably wouldn’t be hard if I were a better vidder but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I work with what I’ve got]

Thanks so much again! :D ♥♥♥

#truth or dare meme #about me #if there are any peeps left from lvi reading this #and you still would like to know my age #message me and all shall be revealed at last #;)#gotta keep on brand in public though hope you understand #:P #otherwise i would've just put it in the post

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the-dan-sargent · 5 years ago

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Moffle Phillips is a Normal Human: Part I

By Dan Sargent

This semester I took a creative writing class, and began writing a story about one of my characters, Moffle the Alien, for the final assignment. I wanted to share it, so I decided to drop it on here! Hope you enjoy, and feedback is highly appreciated!!

Story synopsis:

Raised as a human, Moffle the alien was taught to always put his best foot forward and act as “normal” as possible (by human standards, at least). This includes hiding his more “alien” behaviors and keeping his true form a deep secret. Ashamed of what he truly looks like, Moffle has always had to act and look completely different from who he truly is. But what happens when Moffle ends up getting close to one of his classmates, Mars? Join Moffle on his journey through opening up to others and learning that there’s no better person to be than yourself.

Part I under the cut!

“Hello there, it is very nice to meet you! My name is Moffle, and I am currently having a panic attack in my bedroom. Don’t worry! This kind of thing is normal for me, I have these on quite the regular basis. If you’re wondering why my brain is imploding on itself this time, it is because I made a grave mistake today. I ruined my life completely and can now never show my face to anyone ever again. It all began this afternoon, after my very first day at my new school, Red Valley High.

Being an alien from another planet, I’ve never really gotten the chance to meet many human beings throughout my life. Before high school I had always been homeschooled, and as a result had never gotten close to anyone outside of my family. I’ve had a few friends, mostly from the internet or from space camp, but I’ve never really been very close with anyone. For as long as I can remember, I have dreamed of living alongside humans and going to an actual school. And now I finally had the chance to really do it!

My day started off very well. I got out of bed after hardly getting a lick of sleep, put on my human form (and first-day outfit), ate breakfast, and left for school. Most humans would walk or take the bus to school, but I just flew there instead. Yes, you heard me right. I’ve got flying powers, and they’re very convenient. I’m technically not supposed to be using them, but as long as I’m invisible whenever I’m flying I should be in the clear, right? That’s how I see it, at least. That being said, please don’t tell my mom that I’ve been flying in public. Once I got to school, I made my way to the principal’s office, where I was given my class schedule and sent off on my merry way.

I made it to my homeroom with little difficulty, and once I was seated I looked down at my schedule. At the very top of the page was my name, Moffle Phillips, followed by my year, freshman. I barely paid any mind to the piece of paper as I practically vibrated in excitement out of my seat. I was finally among a whole lot of kids my age, and it felt so right. This was where I belonged. Or, at least, that’s what I kept telling myself over and over. Sure, I was an alien. In that way, I was quite different from all of the people who were surrounding me. That might have led to me standing out a bit, like how I stood out a bit everywhere else I went. But that didn’t matter. I was in my human form, and I was still a fourteen-year-old kid, just like practically everyone else in the classroom (excluding the teacher, of course). As long as I looked and acted like a normal kid, everything would be smooth sailing. It was going to be a piece of cake, since trying to blend in with humans was something I’d been doing all my life. Sitting in silence, I tried to convince my brain that high school was, without a doubt, the place for me. After a few more minutes of doodling and twiddling my thumbs, homeroom was over and I was ready to make my way to my next location.

As it so happened, my first class of the day was astronomy! As someone who is as passionate about space as I am, of course I leapt at the chance to take a space-themed class. My entire life, I’ve always found everything about space to be extremely cool and very interesting. I couldn’t resist taking an class on my favorite thing. Plus, it would give me the opportunity to talk about space with a bunch of other people equally fascinated by it!

I got to class and sat next to the first friendly-looking face I saw. I grinned widely at him and introduced myself. Giving me a friendly smile, he told me his name was Parker. I then talked to Parker about space, about stars, about other planets, other galaxies; and finally, about aliens. I was so happy to be talking about space, that I didn’t even notice that class was beginning until I saw the teacher, and all of my classmates, angrily glaring at me. I turned to Parker and saw that even he was giving me a deadpan expression that told me I had rambled on too much. Let’s just say, that was a little embarrassing. However, before my brain could be hit by a wave of regret, the lesson began, and I instantly forgot my embarrassment. Let’s just say, listening to people talk about space for forty-five minutes straight was dreamier than I could ever imagine!

From then on out, the rest of my day was just as magical. As I went from class to class, everything was going extremely well. Not only was I able to observe humans up close all day, but I was even getting a few opportunities to introduce myself and talk to them! Before today, the only other humans I had interacted with were my family and my friends at space camp. But now that I was in human school, I could talk to a whole bunch of people every single day! It was the most thrilling experience of my whole life!

At the end of my perfect first day of school, I got my belongings together and found a restroom to go invisible in. I slipped into a stall, sat on the toilet, and took a breather to take in the day. I had done it. I had survived my first day of school. And it was awesome! I no longer had any doubts on whether or not I fit in. Not only did I fit in, but a lot of the people I met seemed like they thought I was cool! It felt so good, and at that point I felt absolutely certain that Red Valley high was where I belonged. After sitting for a bit, grinning wildly, joyously screaming into my backpack, and collecting myself, I was all set to fly home. I took a moment to go invisible, and then flew over the stall door toward the restroom’s exit.

It was then that I immediately messed up everything I had worked so hard for.

I swung the door open to leave, and then instantaneously--while invisible--crashed into a girl who was about to enter the restroom. I would have completely fallen on top of her, too, if I hadn’t used my flying powers to save me at the last minute. Hovering mere inches above her, I turned to face the girl, still invisible, and saw that she had very clearly been crying. Her thick glasses were hastily placed atop her head and there were streaks of mascara running down her cheeks. Her phone had fallen on the ground beside her, and upon accidentally glancing at its screen I noticed she had been in a call with her mother. I wanted to help her up. I wanted to ask her what was the matter. But I couldn’t, not without completely revealing who I was. So I didn’t. Instead, I darted back a few feet before flying away in fear. It felt as if everyone’s eyes were burning into me as I bolted out of the building. I only hope that I managed to stay invisible while all of that happened, or else I’d be in real trouble.

And that’s how I almost ruined everything I had worked so hard to earn. Great first day, am I right? In fact, it reminds me of another incident that happened a couple of years ago during my first summer at space camp.”

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coloursandquills · 5 years ago

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USING PICSART FOR DIGITAL DRAWING: The Ultimate Guide

Can you use PicsArt for digital drawing?

The short answer is yes. Yes, you can.

In the age of Internet, with hundreds of apps and thousands of tutorials out there, it is extremely easy these days to pick up any skill you want–drawing included. Millions of artists are churning out techniques, smart tricks and life changing hacks every single day in the form of 5-minute videos or 60-second Instagram feed. They manage to make intricate calligraphy look like a child’s play and watercolor painting look effortlessly easy.

The illusion subsequently breaks when you finally try it yourself and realize that there is something called PRACTICE that every artist needs to master any technique, no matter how big or small.

It is also overwhelming when, after you decide that you are going to practice with dedication, you find out that most artists out there aren’t using the same tools that you are. If you are anything like me, then you must have also felt it impossible to ever achieve what they manage to in that moment.

This feels like a good time to introduce myself:

I am not an artist by profession, but I like art. I enjoy sketching and I’ve discovered I love doodling typography the most. A few years ago I was impressed by the art feed on my Instagram and I wanted to recreate the kind of perfectly finished digital art that had made its way to me because of its millions of views on my basic mobile phone using just PicsArt.

I have since then been through the entire journey of trying, experimenting, changing multiple apps, buying cheap styluses, giving up, feeling inadequate and being convinced that digital drawing wasn’t for me … and finally, I realized something. It didn’t change my life or anything, but it was still a pretty important realization nonetheless.

1. Art is not about the tools. Art is about creativity.

Artists, throughout the times, have been well-known to be broke or poor. When we see the Monalisa we don’t think about the type of brush Leonardo da Vinci used or the company that sold him the colours. Man has made art using stones in the early ages and by duct-tapping a banana to a canvas in the recent years. So, if you want to draw, you can do it on whatever paper you like and whichever app you want. What matters ultimately is that you draw. For me, PicsArt works and if you want to make it work for you, you can too.

2. Don’t blame your tools. Use them.

Art, in any of its forms, is not about what tools it took to create it. It is about how smartly you used the tools you had in your hand to create something unique. Artists like James Murray have proved that quality art can come from a platform as simple as the MS Paint. A poor workman blames his tools, a good workman makes do.

So, bottom line, if you cannot do a certain thing on PicsArt, find a different way to achieve your end result.

3. Your progress is your progress. It’s nobody else’s progress.

Practicing art is a highly individual process. You alone know what you find comfortable. You are the best judge of what appeals to you, what your tastes are and what your style is. Looking at somebody else and comparing your progress to them is illogical. PicsArt has a section where they hold regular contests and some of the artists there are amazing.

My advice, take inspiration. Take a note of how they use their chosen medium. Maybe understand their thought process. But ultimately, be encouraged. Every artist thinks some other artist is better than them. But they will all tell you to create something even if you are the only one who likes it.

4. If it looks impossible, you are not looking correctly.

While working on PicsArt, or any other app for that matter, you will often reach a mental block where certain things will seem unattainable. Every app and software has its limitations. That doesn’t mean you have to limit your imagination — just work your way around it.

Giving up is the ultimate dishonor you can do to yourself. Consistency and dedicated rework is the natural way of things. Finish what you start and if you hate it, vow to do it better the next time.

5. Always be confident.

Be proud of your art. Always. There are always going to be people who will tell you they could have done it better. Or you could have done it better if you followed their way. Well, they didn’t make the art, did they? You did. So maybe take their advice if you like it, but don’t forget to give yourself a pat on the back for achieving it by yourself.

If you are looking to become an artist full-time, you are completely free to pursue it your way, with your choice of apps. PicsArt is just the medium I have chosen to explore and elaborate upon. A lot of the things I do can be easily done on a variety of other applications.

But nonetheless, this is the Ultimate Guide to PicsArt and hence, I will always pretend the other apps are not an option. While following my guide, you are free to switch between apps and even come up with your own ways to do the things I do. Remember, the app’s limitation is not your limitation.

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melikeylikeyjimin · 5 years ago

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Absent Souls

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Word Count: 7.1k words

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader and Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Soulmate AU! ANGST and Fluff

a/n: Hey guys, Here’s that one-shot I was talking about earlier in Noir 11! Sorry it’s coming out later than expected but everything has been really busy for me, so I apologize! I don’t imagine getting Noir out tonight as well, but I’ll try my hardest to get it out ASAP! Thank you for all the love and support and I hope you like this one-shot :)!

Throughout the world, there were always joyous people, heartbroken people, and people that were just going about in what seemed like a constant routine. Happiness for some was a constant high of dopamine that they got, for others it was a fleeting feeling that whenever it hit, left a sense of warmness in your heart.

Sadness seemed to be just like happiness. Sometimes it left people debilitated and caught in its grasps or it would occasionally drop in like an unwanted relative.

Where you fell? You weren’t a hundred percent sure all the time. You were always told that happiness was the best thing a person could feel, so therefore you should always try to be happy.

You grew up in a rather happy environment where you could feel the love, care, and all of those good feelings. You would watch your parents talk with each other on a quiet Sunday morning while your dad would be sitting down drinking coffee while reading the newspaper, and your mom would be working away at making breakfast for all of you to enjoy together.

The way they talked to each other was a beautiful sight to see for all. Their tones always calm and relaxed as their eyes only showed love for one another. Monogamy like no other. No one could tear your parents apart, you were for sure about that. You didn’t really understand all their words they would tell you about love and how you would find your very own type of love. At a young age, most of the words that flew into your ears went straight back out without even a single thought of comprehending it.

As you got older, you continued to see the sight of your parents. It influenced you to want to find the same type of love they shared. You wanted a special person who would talk sweetly with you and hold only love and admiration in their eyes for you, just like your dad had held for your mom. Everything about the love they shared was golden and perfect, there was no cracks, scratches, or any dents in their love. Their souls were perfectly connected and completely in sync.

Around the time you turned thirteen was when you first heard the word soulmate. Your parents had sat you down one night after dinner to talk to you. Being a normal person, you were paranoid that you had done something wrong, but the soft smiles on their faces calmed the storm in your head.

They told you about how they met and how everything sparked. They were soulmates. You listened carefully to their romantic story of how they got together. Soulmates. It was a lovely word and after hearing your parents story of how they met, you wanted your very own soulmate.

Your mother had reassured you that you would find one and you would love them and they would love you the same. They told you how there was not really a sign that you had met your soulmate but you would just know. A simple even glance or meeting of the eyes would set your heart ablaze. The thought made your heart rush in excitement to meet your very own soulmate.

How you could not wait to meet the person who would make you feel complete, loved, and everything right and good.

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Now at sixteen, you were a bit more discouraged since you had first learned about soulmates when you were thirteen. Not that you had expected to find him/her right away but it had been three almost four years since then. Still, no sign of them.

You sighed deeply as you dragged your feet home after another tiring day of school. School life was boring, nothing interesting ever happened much. It became a daily motion to the point where going to school was like you living your life on autopilot.

Every day was the same. Wake up, get ready, go to school and learn, come back home, eat, do homework, sit on your phone, and then go to bed.

It couldn’t get any better than that. Your life had no real variety or spice to it. You weren’t sad with it but you weren’t happy with how it was going either. You sat down at your desk, in your room and pulled out your phone to aimlessly scroll through all the different forms of social media you had.

The random videos you constantly scrolled past was how you spent your time. Cat videos, dog videos, pranks, random memes that didn’t always make sense, an article about how they did surgery on a grape, and much other stuff flooded your screen.

The internet was an odd but lovely place. There were lots of cool stuff on it but with the same amount of weird stuff on it too. Surfing too deep into it was bound to lead to scarring for sure, making the internet a wondrous but also terrifying place to be.

You sighed before closing the app and locking your phone, setting it gently on your wooden desk. You stared up at the ceiling looking for something to do. Days like these made routine feel mediocre and boring.

Eventually, you gave up looking for something to do and settled with a short nap while you waited for your mom to make dinner. That was at least one thing you could forward to, dinner...food.

Falling back onto your bed, you lay your head comfortably on the pillow, pulling the blankets up to your chin and setting a small alarm so you didn’t oversleep so much that you wouldn’t be able to sleep later tonight. Closing your eyes, you drifted off into a different and better form of reality, a dreamland.

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The blaring sound of your alarm caused your eyes to squint as they tried desperately to take in your room and stay open. Lazily flinging your arm over towards where your phone sat, sounding out the song you had made your alarm tone, you hit the stop button.

Sitting up took a lot of energy out of you as you tried to will yourself that today was worth it and you should get up even if you wished nothing more than to go back into the warmth of your blankets and pillows. The cold air blanketed over your skin, filling it with goosebumps as soon as it was exposed.

Rubbing your arms up and down, you made your way to the bathroom to get ready for the day. Brushing your teeth, brushing your hair, and getting dressed.

Something about today felt different to you. It was as if your body was unusually filled with this happy energy. It was as if every fiber of your body was screaming that it was going to be a great day today and that for once, school would be something that wasn’t as bad as it usually was.

You smiled back at your reflection in the mirror. You were gonna hold on tight to this positive feeling you had because you never wanted to let go of it now.

Rushing down the stairs with your bag slung over your shoulder, you set it down on the kitchen table before quickly throwing your lunch together and eating a granola bar. This really was a new feeling, you usually take your time to get to school, but you could hardly wait to get there. You quickly tied your shoes and threw your bag on before giving your confused mother and father a hurried goodbye.

The walk to school flew by as it seemed that your body was stuck in a fast pace the entire way there. After finally arriving, you took a moment to catch your breath and slow down. It was odd for you to have walked that fast to school, considering you usually felt like just crawling back into bed and giving up on your education.

For sure though, today was going to be very different. Your very soul could feel the energy of today.

Walking to where your locker was, you sighed and opened it so you could put last night’s homework into it as well as your lunch, and then take out whatever you needed for your next few classes.

Closing the locker in a hurry, you rushed off to class with even more energy. Sitting down in your desk, you looked around the room letting your eyes wander to wherever they wanted to go. You were secretly hoping the whole reason today seemed different would show up and reveal itself to you.

The bell rang for class to begin and you decided it must not going to be happening anytime soon. But then there was the sound of the door opening. You lifted your head slightly from the notebook you were about to begin doodling in and were met with a boy.

He wasn’t looking at you, but the sight of him was making your insides flip and buzz with energy. You couldn’t describe the feeling it was giving you, everything about him was driving your mind, your body, and even your soul crazy.

Finally, he turned and your eyes met. As if the feeling of just looking at him wasn’t already overwhelming enough, having made eye contact with him was a whole new story. It was like a tsunami of energy and a buzz like feeling crashing over your body, rendering it numb and light.

When you were looking at him, everything felt good and happy. This must have been why you woke up in a happy mood today. Today was the day your soul had known you would be united with your soulmate. The person you were supposed to love forever and be together with.

Having been lost in his gaze, you finally smiled at him but got nowhere near the same reaction. He didn’t smile at all. There was a faint glare of annoyance in his eyes towards you that you could feel. It made the feeling of slight pain more amplified within you.

Did he not feel the same energy and spark from you? Were you mistaken? Or did you stare at him for so long that he finally decided you were just a creep? Your mind was racing as to why he would react in such a way to you. You knew you needed to talk to him though.

The teacher cleared her throat, “I’d like to introduce the new student to our class, Jeon Jungkook. I know he’s transferring a bit late into the semester, but please treat him kindly.” Jungkook bowed slightly to everyone and went to take an available seat.

Jeon Jungkook… how beautiful his name sounded, it flowed perfectly. You could only imagine getting the chance to share his last name and be together with him. Deciding to leave the fantasy there, you planned to try to talk to him after class. You needed to know that he was your soulmate and that you finally had someone who you could love and would love you equally the same.

The bell rang once again, and you quickly moved from your desk to catch Jungkook. You moved towards his desk as he was packing stuff away and tapped his shoulder, “Excuse me…”

His head shot up at the touch of your hand before sending another glare your way, “What do you want?”

“Um, well… it’s just that I felt this connection between us two, so I’m assuming we are soulmates, so…”

He scoffed, “So you’re wanting to talk, get to know each other, fall in love, get married, and live happily ever after? Well, guess what, I don’t care. I don’t believe in soulmates. I rather get to choose who I want to fall in love with.”

His words crushed you. Your happiness was shredded into tiny little pathetic crumbles of what it used to be. He shoved past you to get to his next class, leaving you dumbfounded at his words.

Did they hurt? Definitely, they hurt a lot. But you didn’t want to give up on him. You wanted him to see that he could fall in love with you just like he could anyone else, regardless if fate had chosen you or not.

You knew as soon as you get home, you had some questions for your mom.

Surely she would know how to help you with your little soulmate issue because things were not going as planned.

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Rushing home as soon as the day had ended, you had thoughts rushing all throughout your head as you raced home. You had many questions for your mom, that you could only hope to remember all of them.

You were hopeful that she would be able to help you because otherwise, you weren't sure you knew exactly what to do with Jungkook. You wanted him to at least give you a chance, so you could get to know each other and then you could see if you wanted to move to something more serious than a friendship, but he wasn't even willing to give you that chance.

He didn't want your love, your friendship, or even to be associated with you in any way and that confused you. He didn't have to fall in love with you right away, in fact, you didn't want him to. You were hoping more for a friendship that would then blossom into a love that was felt by both of you, but no.

Unlocking the front door, you stepped inside to see your mom in the kitchen. “Mom,” you called out.

She turned to face you, “Yes?”

“I need to tell you something important.” Your mom’s eyebrows furrowed at your statement before she sat down at the dining table and invited you to sit across from her. You both sat down and she listened intently about what you had to say.

“You’re going to be happy at first, but I want you to listen to the full story before you react, okay?”

She nodded her head and waited for you to continue. “Well, I met my soulmate today. I’m pretty sure it was him, the experience was better than I could have ever imagined it to be, his name is Jungkook. Just looking at him made my heart pound in my chest. There’s a problem though. I tried to approach him about us being soulmates but he refused to think such a thing. He told me he didn’t believe in that type of stuff and that he wasn’t going to be with me just because some stupid fate decided we should be together. That doesn’t bother me but I’d at least like him to give me a chance you know? We don’t have to fall in love with each other, friendship is fine too. So I figured I could ask you or you could help me out. Please, mom, I need some help with this, this is very new to me and I don’t know what to do about it.”

Your mom let you finish your sentence completely as she then grabbed your hand from across the table to gently hold. “Honey, I know exactly what you are talking about, I can tell you are scared about this.”

You frowned getting teary-eyed, “What if he doesn’t want me and I can’t find anyone else?”

“Shhh, it’s okay. Listen, I’m sure he’s just as scared as you are right now too. Maybe not in the same way, but he’s also scared of falling in love so quickly. I know what he said hurt, but I think you should continue pursuing him. Just keep trying, I know once he gets to know you, he could easily come to love you.”

You nodded as you wiped a few stray tears away from your eyes. You knew it was the right thing to talk to her, she knew it was hard and she was going to try to help you get through it no matter what.

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The next few days continued in the same way as the first day you had met Jungkook. You trying your best to make friends with him and get to know him, and him trying to ignore you and have nothing to do with you. It honestly got tiring for you, being pushed away like that was not good for you.

You could only keep yourself going with the idea of the end goal in mind of him finally giving you a chance. You didn’t have to be lovers right away, for now, and even for a while friends would have been fine with you.

Sadly, he never seemed to think the same way as you did about all of it. Your mom’s encouraging words about how your efforts would pay off, in the end, helped you keep yourself going.

That was until you felt a stabbing pain in your heart. There he was. Your eyes couldn’t tear away from him even if you wanted to, your heart felt as if it had stopped and shattered like glass in your chest.

Staring at his intertwined hand with another girl. You didn’t expect it to hurt this bad, but it did. It almost felt as if a part of you was dying, your heart to be exact. Little did you know though, that throughout your entire time chasing after Jungkook, you had someone watching you from afar with love.

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Kim Taehyung. You didn’t know him very well, but you heard lots about him. Good and bad things but you had never talked to him before to even form a good opinion on him. He was good looking, funny, and extremely nice as you had heard but he also was a bit of a player when it came to relationships.

Never once did you think he’d come up to you one day and start talking to you though. “Hi, Kim Taehyung.” He put his hand out in front of you as he randomly introduced himself. You stood in mild shock at the gesture as it was odd and completely out of the blue.

You took his hand reluctantly and introduced yourself as well, “Kim y/n.” He gave you a boxy smile that had your stomach flip at the sight slightly.

Within minutes of talking with him, you oddly were at ease with him. Something about him was calming to be around and didn’t make you nervous.

What his intentions were with talking to you, you had no idea but you decided you’d watch it all play out first before you decided to do anything about it.

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“So you’re telling me that you put pins on Mrs. Han’s chair?!” You asked in disbelief. Taehyung nodded happily as he was proud of his little prank that he had pulled on one of the meanest teachers you have ever come to know. “I can’t believe you did that, but you also did the whole school a favor.”

He laughed, “I know right?! No one can stand her at school and I doubt anyone could stand her in her own house. How she’s married no one knows.” You laughed along with him.

Ever since Taehyung and you had started talking, your mind was taken off of Jungkook. You hadn’t really thought much about him or tried to run after him recently. You were mostly preoccupied with Taehyung at school and even when you weren’t at school. He was constantly texting you even when you guys weren’t at school. He always had something to talk about and of course, they were always very random things, but overall funny topics.

Not to mention, Taehyung’s 2am random thoughts that he would often wake you up with whenever he had a question about the world that made no sense but he still wanted the answer to. Like the whole debate of if you cut off your leg where would you feel the pain? Because how are you supposed to feel the pain if your leg is cut off? You normally had an answer but this one you weren’t really sure about so you just let him run on his tangent.

Everything about Taehyung was confusing to you. Why he began to talk to you in the first place was beyond your comprehension. Not like it was easy to understand Taehyung’s mind at all either.

You didn’t think he was after you in a romantic sense or anything, or at least you didn’t get that feeling from him. Everything about him seemed friendly so you had no reason to believe his motives were ill. You liked the conversation he provided you with though so if you were happy you weren’t really going to question it.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when you felt someone tap your shoulder, turning around you saw Taehyung smiling happily at you. You smiled back, “What’s up?”

“You were lost in thought while I was calling your name so I had to tap your shoulder.”

“Sorry about that.” You gave an embarrassed laugh.

“It’s fine as I was saying before, I was wondering if you wanted to go to the arcade and get food after school.”

“Of course I do, there’s food involved after all.” He gave a hearty laugh at your statement. “Are you paying for the food?” You asked him hoping he would.

He gave you a glare as you only continued to smile at him with an innocent smile. “Fine, I’ll pay for your food too!” He broke. You cheered happily at getting free food because free food is some of the best food around.

“Meet me at the gates after class and we’ll go.” He said. You nodded your head and he waved as he let you go to your own class and him to his own. You turned back to look to the front of the classroom as you were waiting for it to start.

Your eyes caught onto the figure of the same man you hadn’t thought of in awhile due to Taehyung’s distraction and you felt your heart skip a beat as it always did when you saw him. Normally you would watch as he walked to his seat but you were too nervous today as for once his eyes were staring right back at you.

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With class finally ending, you couldn’t wait to rush your way to the gates and meet Taehyung. You loved arcade games and plus that free food was waiting for you and calling your name.

Quickly packing your stuff into your bag, you fast walked to the door so you could beat Taehyung to the gate. You were about to walk out the classroom door but you were pulled back by your backpack. You whipped your head side to side to see Jungkook holding onto your backpack. You turned to face him, ripping your backpack out of his hand in the process. “What do you want?” You asked confused.

Jungkook never wanted to talk to you, so why did he want to talk all of a sudden. Especially if you were just about to leave to hang out with Taehyung. Jungkook was making no sense right now. “Follow me for a second.” He said.

“What? No, I have somewhere to go after school!” Jungkook only ignored you as he grabbed your wrist and led you up to the school rooftop. “What did you drag me all the way up here for?” You asked.

Jungkook tounged at his cheek at the question, “You do know you two won’t work out right?”

You wrinkled my forehead at his statement. “What do you mean?”

“You and Taehyung. You won’t work out. He’ll leave you once he finds his soulmate or whatever.” You sighed. Why did he even think there was something going on with you and Taehyung when there wasn’t. You were just friends. And why was it any of his business?

“We aren’t even dating though. We’re just friends.”

“Good, it should stay that way,” Jungkook said and suddenly left you on the rooftop.

You scoffed as you mocked him in your head. ‘yOu dO kNoW yOu tWo wiLL nEvER wOrk oUt riGhT?’ He does know that goes the same for the random girl he’s been with right? You rolled your eyes and walked out to go meet Taehyung even though you were late.

You met up with Taehyung who was waiting patiently at the gate for you to show up. “What took you so long?” He asked.

“Sorry I just got held up in class, the teacher had something they wanted to talk about.”You lied.

Taehyung looked like he didn’t fully believe your words but he had left it at that. “Oh okay, well ready to go?”

“Yeah let’s go!” You smiled. You weren’t going to let whatever happened with Jungkook ruin your time with Taehyung.

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“You know something odd happened while I was waiting for you to show up,” Taehyung said all of a sudden as you watched him play a shooting game.

“What do you mean?” You asked.

“You know that new guy, Jeon Jungkook? I think he’s in your class.”

You nodded your head, “Yeah I know him.”

“Well he came out a bit before you and I swear he looked at me and glared at me.”

You swallowed nervously. “Have you guys even talked to each other before?”

He shook his head, “Nope, I’ve seen him around but we’ve never talked. I don’t even know why he seemed pissed off at me, but he did.”

“Maybe he’s on his man period.”

Taehyung scoffed, “Maybe. The kid’s a bit weird.” I didn’t say anything.

“You didn’t see anything at all? Like you didn’t see him walk out as you were coming?”

“Nope, I wouldn’t know why he’s pissed off.” Taehyung only hummed in response before finally raging at dying in his game.

“Ready to go get that food?” He asked. You nodded and followed him out of the arcade to the pizza place not far down the street. You sat down as he went up to the counter to order a pizza for the two of you.

You just sat there as you got lost in thought. You hadn’t been thinking about Jungkook recently, but after today he was all that was on your mind. Taehyung sat down across from you as he waited for the pizza to be done.

“Thinking about something?” He asked.

You just shook your head, “Oh it’s nothing important.”

“Can I confess something to you?” He asked. You nodded your head.

“I’m pretty sure you’re hiding it for some reason, but I do know about you and Jungkook.”

You froze at his words. “What about it?”

“I just know you two talk sometimes. Before we started talking I saw you guys talking.”

“Are you upset?” You asked.

“No, I don’t know why you’re trying to hide it, but I just wanted you to know that it’s fine if you want to talk about it.”

You nodded, “Do you wanna know what happened today then?”

“Only if you feel comfortable talking about it.”

You nodded, “It’s fine I’ll tell you.”

He nodded, “Let me grab our pizza first.” He got up and walked to the counter to grab the pizza that the two of you would undoubtedly finish with no trouble. He set the pizza on the table and grabbed a slice for him and you. He started eating his slice as he stared at you waiting for you to tell what happened.

“Well, I was on my way to meet you at the gate, I actually tried to leave quickly because I wanted to beat you to the gate for once, but then Jungkook pulled me back. I told him I had to go meet you so I didn’t have time to talk with him but he dragged me up to the rooftop instead. He didn’t really have anything important to say he just said that you and me dating wouldn’t work out at all. You’d find your soulmate and leave me. Although I told him that you and I weren’t dating, to begin with, and all he said was good. I don’t really get him though. His words apply to him too with the random girl he’s been hanging around with.” You finished explaining and finally began eating your slice of pizza.

Taehyung was about to finish his first slice when you finally finished. “You want to know what I think?” He said.

You shrugged telling him to go ahead.

”Well one you’re dumb, it’s obvious he’s jealous of me. Two he’s also dumb because he was the one who pushed you away, to begin with.”

“Yeah I guess, but why is he jealous of you if we aren’t dating?”

”What if I told you that he has a right to be nervous and jealous of me?”

“What do you mean?”

He sighed before staring deeply into your eyes, “What I’m saying is what if I do like you and want to date you. Therefore he has a reason to be jealous of me and nervous about me asking you out.”

You sat there in disbelief. Was THE Kim Taehyung confessing to you? “You know he’s right though? We won’t work out in the end.”

He nodded, “I’m quite aware of him being your soulmate and that despite how he treats you, you still like him. But I still haven’t found my soulmate and he won’t accept you for now so what’s the issue of it being temporary.”

“I don’t know Taehyung. I don’t really want to become like another one of your girls…”

“You know I won’t treat you that way, but this could also help you. If we pretend to date, then maybe he’ll get even more jealous and finally grow the balls to tell you he feels the same.”

You sat there and thought about it. You do want Jungkook to like you back, but should you really possibly play with Taehyung’s feelings too? You didn’t know how serious Taehyung’s feeling were when it came to you, but you didn’t want to hurt him or be the cause of your friendship falling apart.

“This is really sudden, Taehyung and I know you want to help, but let me think about it okay?”

He nodded, “Of course you can text me your answer at any time. Don't worry about me or anything though okay? Just do what you gotta do to make that idiot realize who he really wants.”

You nodded as you both continued to eat the pizza. It was silent for a bit but it did not take long for Taehyung’s God-given power of being able to make random conversation and make it a comfortable one to come to life. It was almost as if the small talk you two had didn’t happen at all.

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The time you spent thinking about Taehyung’s offer the more you were thinking about doing it. You really wanted Jungkook to give you a chance and maybe being with Taehyung or at least acting with him would give you that chance with him.

You were afraid of hurting Taehyung’s feelings in the end but you were also scared of losing your chance to get Jungkook to finally come to face the fact that he really loved you and he was just stubborn. You decided that it didn’t matter at this point anymore and grabbed your phone quickly opening yours and Taehyung’s messages.

You texted him the only thing you were thinking of. ‘I’ll do it.’ Taehyung sent back a bunch of weird emojis that made no sense but when did they ever. You just took it as him agreeing to help you with this little plan he suggested.

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When you walked into school on Monday you knew things would have changed between you and Taehyung. Considering that Taehyung had texted you an elaborate ‘plan’ on what you two were going to do on Monday yesterday, you were prepared.

You put on a small amount of makeup to look a little less tired and dead then you normally looked as you waited for Taehyung to show up at the gate. You felt someone’s arms wrap around your waist from behind, startling you. You looked back and up at Taehyung who smiled happily at you. “Good morning.” He greeted.

”Good morning.” You said back slowly. He took your hand into his as he led you inside. He walked with you all the way to class as you two talked outside of your classroom about random things. He was still holding onto your hands as you talked, swinging them slightly. You could see that Taehyung seemed a bit more excited today than even his normal self.

Holding his hand didn’t feel weird like you had suspected though. It felt pretty normal and comforting in a way to the point you wouldn’t mind if he continued to hold it. He suddenly pulled you into a hug as he wrapped his arms around you and you hesitantly put yours around him. He looked down at you and smiled.

“Could you get out of the way? You’re blocking the doorway.” Someone said annoyed. You knew that voice from anywhere and saw Jungkook looked even more pissed off than you ever seen him.

Taehyung smirked, “Sorry man.” As he pulled you even closer to his body and out of the way of the doorway. Jungkook met your eyes and for a second you saw them flash a sheen of pain.

He walked inside and Taehyung loosened his grip on you. “Good job, honey.” He kissed your forehead before taking off his jacket and putting it over your shoulders. You gave him a questioning look, “It’s so he feels annoyed even when I’m not there.” He grinned. You nodded your head and walked into class as Taehyung left to go to his own.

You sat down at your desk as you began to put the stuff you needed for the class on your desk. You could feel his eyes on you. How could you not when he was staring at you so intensely. You could almost feel his tension radiating from his body. You looked up slightly as he was gripping his pen in hand almost to the point of it breaking.

He wasn’t necessarily staring at you though. You followed his line of vision to the very jacket Taehyung had put around your shoulders.

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Breaking Jungkook(as Taehyung had put it) only took a few days of acting from you and Taehyung. Come Thursday, Jungkook had grown tired of just watching and here you were on the rooftop with him. “Why did you drag me up here again? I have to go meet Taehyung for lunch.” You said.

He scoffed, “You said you weren’t dating him.”

“Why do you care? It’s none of your business what I do with Taehyung now is it?”

“It is my business when you’re my soulmate!”

“So what? You can go off and date a bunch of random girls while I sit and wait obediently for you to come to me? But the minute I go after another guy, suddenly you care? How does that make any sense Jeon Jungkook? Tell me how doe-”

His lips were on yours within seconds as his arms wrapped around your waist. There it was again. The butterflies, the sparks, the fireworks you name it you had it going on when he had kissed you. He continued to kiss you and even though you were shocked, you didn’t believe he planned on pulling away anytime soon. You were so close to slipping into him and wrapping your arms around his neck. So close.

Your last ounce of will power was the only thing that held you together and helped you push him off of you. “Jeon Jungkook!” You shouted at him.

He looked at you while panting slightly and pushing his hair back and off his forehead slightly. Damn was it a sight but you had to hold yourself together.

“Jungkook! Just because you kiss me does not mean all our problems are gone! Listen I’m with Taehyung right now. Don’t expect me to come running right back just because you finally did something you could have done a month ago.”

You quickly turned on your heel and went for the door only to be pulled back again.

His arms were around your waist again but his voice was softer this time, “Listen, I know I made mistakes. And me kissing you or even telling you all of this won’t necessarily change your mind but I need to say it. I’m sorry for doing all that. Yelling at you, ignoring you and your feelings. You made it very clear to me that you weren’t even looking for commitment straight off the bat and I still refused to even be friends with you to start with. I didn’t give you a chance. I’m sorry and I realized my mistake. I know it’s late, but I just can’t stand it anymore. I can’t stand to see Taehyung’s smug smiles as he watches me stare at you two, I can’t stand it when you walk around wearing his jacket, I can’t stand seeing your hand in his, seeing his arms around you or when he kissed your forehead or cheek. I can’t stand it anymore.”

You stayed silent despite your heart cracking a little bit. You felt bad that he was hurt by your actions with Taehyung but he did the same thing didn’t he? You were confused. You wanted to tell him it was okay or that it would soon be okay but then Taehyung would flash in your mind with his smile. He treated you so well. He made you happy. He was always happy with you. Everything about him was perfect.

“I’m sorry Jungkook, but I need time.” You finally said as you took his arms off of you and ran down the stairs and all you could think of was going home. You were confused, didn’t feel good, and needed time away from both Taehyung and Jungkook.

You unlocked the door to your house not even feeling guilty at all about skipping school. You walked up to your room and shut the door behind you as you sat down on your bed and sighed.

You sent a quick text to Taehyung saying sorry and that you had gone home early because you didn't feel well. You shut your phone off and cuddled into your blankets and pillows.

Jungkook he was your soulmate the answer should have been clear, yet why were you doubting it. Why were you afraid to leave Taehyung’s side. Nothing of yours and Taehyung’s relationship was real it was all acting. Yet he always looked so at peace and happy when he was with you even if Jungkook wasn’t watching. You didn’t want to destroy that.

You groaned into your pillow.

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You stayed home the next day as well. It wasn’t until Sunday that finally, Taehyung came to your house after you had been ignoring all his texts. Your mom had let him into the house and he had knocked on your bedroom door. You opened it and came face to face to him. He immediately looked at you and spoke, “What’s wrong?”

You felt sad, “I’m sorry.”

He sighed as if he knew what was already happening. “It’s time isn’t it.”

You nodded. “I’m sorry.”

He laughed slightly, “Why are you apologizing we knew the time was coming.” You hadn’t been looking at him but you heard his voice crack slightly at the end of his sentence. Taehyung had tears coming down his face.

“Taehyung…” You called out his name as you went to touch his face.

He moved back, “Huh? Why am I crying? I knew this was bound to happen. I’m supposed to be happy for you, right?”

You started tearing up seeing him cry over it. “Taehyung, is there something you haven’t told me?” You asked quietly.

He froze.

“Do you believe in two people being able to have the same soulmate..?” He finally said.

You looked up at him in shock. Two people having the same soulmate.

“Taehyung that can’t be…”

“Trust me I didn’t think it was possible either, but here I am. Miserably in love with you, despite knowing that you are destined to Jungkook.”

He slid down the wall and sat down. You sat next to him to comfort him. “Why did this happen to me? Why did it have to happen to be with someone who couldn’t even be mine? Am I being punished?”

“I’m sure you’ll find someone better than me.” Was all You said.

He finally got up and wiped his tears. “I should go. After all, he doesn’t even know yet that you’ve made your decision.”

“I’m sorry Taehyung.”

“Don’t be.” He said as he left your room and escorted himself out of your house.

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Today was the day to tell Jungkook. You hadn’t heard from Taehyung since yesterday but you figured he needed time. You saw Jungkook and grabbed his hand, “I need to talk to you.”

“Okay.” He softly agreed.

He let you lead him up to the rooftop where it seemed you always had your talks.

“I broke up with Taehyung.”

Jungkook looked up in shock quickly. “You did what?”

“I’ve made my decision. After all, how could I not choose you right? You’re my soulmate, you’re my forever…”

Jungkook pulled you quickly into his arms. “I'm so glad. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.”

He kept thanking you as you held him tightly. He removed his face from your neck and looked you straight in the eyes before meeting his lips with yours.

You closed your eyes and softly kissed him back this time. Letting your body melt completely into his. Jungkook was all on your mind.

He finally pulled away and sighed, “I’m already addicted what am I supposed to do? I hope you know I’m not leaving your side now.”

You gave out an airy laugh, “I’m just fine with that.”

He smiled before connecting his lips with yours again. He lifted you into the air and gave you the biggest smile you ever saw.

“Thank you for choosing me and giving me another chance. I promise I won't let myself abandon you ever again.”

A/n: I wrote this and every time I reread it or edited it I felt my heart break for Taehyung ;(

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