#its late for several reasons 💀

[crouteann]

strahdtober day 3: necromance

pour one out for this piece which i… cleared the lineart for while working on the surgical tools and then did too many actions before realizing my mistake to go back to a state with the lineart :,( ill probably start re-utilizing the “transfer to layer below after finishing a portion of lineart” workflow i used on the ilya comic after this colossal fuckup lol

the piece would have been fully finished after i finished lining the surgical tools and threw on some texture. but i dont want to not post it… enjoy vasilka (with the sketch on instead of the gorgeous lineart)

[alchemiclee]

i know this has been said 473773474833 times by the kavetham/haikaveh shippers and probably even nonshippers, but i'll say it again. I finally finished the genshin summer event and did the little after quest in sumeru and.....every time kaveh is sneaking around trying not to be noticed coming out of alhaithams house it's just such a gay vibe. he's basically screaming "I can't be caught being gay in a homophobic society!" even if that's not what the game writers are *actually* saying. that's just how it comes off and they can't make it come off any other way. with hoyo's gay history, it makes me wonder if it's on purpose and all a cover-up to have a technically different reason for it so they can get away with it lmao but we will never know.

[onewmin]

the perfume on the shelf. pt. 12 | bangchan

Pairings: Bang Chan x Fem!reader, Kim Yugyeom x Fem!reader

Summary: Falling in love with your best friend was never a part of the plan. So you end it up. But does he want to put a stop to it, too?

Warnings: AU, Minors dni, smut, mentions of suggestive themes, an unhealthy amount of Taylor Swift references, another episode of dumbassery of these two clowns, profanity, some personal growth (i guess????); typos

Word count: around 7000 (im sorry 💀)

Author’s note: ugh, well... It is what it is. Hope you don't hate me <3 Enjoy the chapter! (this is NOT the end of the deries, btw) Tell me what you think! I'm always hoping for a feedback :)

Disclaimer: the names and appearances of real people are used for inspiration and writing purposes only. I do not claim anything, everything belongs to its owners.

Part 11 | Part 13

“Do you like that?”

Nodding absentmindedly, Chan furrowed his brows at the shivering sensations of Micha bouncing up and down his cock. His fingers were leaving crescent marks on her hips; Chan hissed at her digging her nails in his chest. Squeezing his eyes shut, he held onto her for dear life - just to get that final, luscious release he’s been craving lately. 

Another moan left her lips as she sank down his length; Chan, on the other hand, was trying his best to ignore the sounds she’s been making. Because with every sigh of hers, with every whimper that left her mouth the only thing Chris could think about was you. The sounds you were making when in bed with him; the way your long nails dug in his shoulders when he would thrust into you as deeply as it was possible; your silky skin under his fingers when you’d cling onto him, coming back from your high. Every moan of Micha’s was replaced by your soft voice and fucked-out smile whenever he would caress you cheek. 

Chan shook his head; and when he opened his eyes, you weren’t there. But Micha was. She was everything he could’ve ever asked for - however, she was still not enough. Her long blonde hair, styled differently every day, her toned body - as if she’d trained along with him; her sweet love and caring persona, their difference in height, her wearing the ‘feminine’ style Chan absolutely loved - all of it seems to be a dream come to true for him, right? She reasoned with him just the right amount - without turning it into a full-blown aggressive pillow fight; she was on board with giving him space, she was… Right for him. If ‘right’ meant being as unhappy as he was, he probably has made a wrong choice. 

The water in the shower ran as Chan stood on the balcony of his apartment. Wearing nothing but his pajama pants, he shivered under a rather chilly early morning wind. 2 AM. Micha came over three hours ago, right after they left the club together. Endless partying, new people, bonding over alcohol and making fun of their exes, Chan felt a tingling in his chest every time his mind would wander to the thoughts of you. No amount of liquor could wash away the handprints you left on his soul; it seemed as though you traced your fingers all over his skin and all over his insides, his ribs, his heart.

Every time he brooded over the relationship you shared, Chan couldn’t come to a proper conclusion of what he was supposed to do. Was he supposed to run after you, chase the dream of the woman he loved even after you threw him away? Well, it's the other way round, actually, but it didn’t really change much: you were far away physically now. Emotionally though, you’d been distant for way longer; was it his fault? It certainly was - it’s not like you were absolutely innocent in this mess, but less at fault than him. It took Chan several months and a new, rotting relationship to realize it. 

Micha’s warm arms wrapped around his torso, pulling Chan from his endless reflection on the poor choices he’s ever made. “Let’s go to bed”, she murmured; her cheek was resting on his back, and Chan sighed, hands still gripping the railings. 

“Micha”, he uttered, “d’you love me?”

She frowned. “We’ve only been back together four months. It’s too early to…Say something like that”. 

Chan chuckled, gently getting her arms off his body. He sat down on the chair and continued staring at the city lights; no matter how much he loved Melbourne, it didn’t feel like home anymore. It seemed as an exile, a place he was sent off to reminisce about his past, perfect life. An exile without the love of his life. 

“‘Cause I don’t think I do”, he muttered, chin resting on the palm of his hand. Micha sat down oppositely and took another hand of his in hers. 

“Again, it’s been too little time”, to Chris, the softness in her voice sounded like poison - as if he’d willingly drank a bottle of toxins to erase the tiniest memory of the love he lost. “‘T’s too early to know for sure”.

“You think so?” He looked at her for the first time in the last few minutes. Micha nodded, giving him a small smile. 

“We can still work it out”, she stood up and took a couple of steps to go back inside, “unless”, she stopped to turn her head to look at him, “it’s something that you want with me”. 

Chan’s eyes darted from the balcony door to the city in desperate attempts of holding back tears; with her, with Micha? What does he even want from her? Chan has absolutely zero clue now. She’s a wonderful person, a beautiful woman, who seems to have affection towards him for some reason, and Chan? He only uses her to forget, to bury himself so deep in her that he wouldn’t have to maniacally think about the other woman. The other woman he pushed away himself when the only thing she wanted was to give him love he’s been craving for so long. The love from her he’s been praying for, the love he’s been suppressing even after finally having her. But did he really have her? Did he really get the girl he’d dreamed of? The only thing he did was raiding her most sacred temple with his barbaric hands, tearing down her shrines of love - only to kick her out of her own sanctuary. He left it with emptiness as well, bringing out nothing but the last pieces of adoration she had left for him. How cruel of him to only realize it now. 

Does he have any choice to get through? Can he just show up at your doorstep, bouquet of your favourite flowers in his hands? Will you accept his apologies? Will you take him back? That’s something he’s never tried; to apologize, to kneel in front of you, with a will to give you anything you ask for - just to get the slightest hint of forgiveness. Because if he spends another day with someone else sleeping next to him but you, Chan will go insane. It takes everything in him not to moan your name when making love to her; it takes everything not to call out your name when he comes home. The mere mirage of you follows him anywhere he goes, and it’s something he doesn’t want to fight anymore. 

“Do you think about her?” Micha’s question hit him out of nowhere and Chan gulped, turning his face away from her. She sat up on the bed; her fingers touched his chin, bringing his gaze back to hers. “Don’t ignore me”. 

Staring into the darkness, Chan let out a deep sigh, feeling helpless. “Does it matter?”

“It does. To me”. The slightest notes of hurt in her voice were hidden, but Chan was able to catch them; to realize Micha really started falling for him again, when he never reciprocated in the first place… Nothing. Chan didn’t feel the heavy weight of his consciousness dawn on him like it did before - nothing. Micha might’ve felt betrayed, but Chan couldn’t say he was able to care. 

“I do. Satisfied?”

Micha sighed and looked away for a moment. “Why did you take me here then? Why not her? And cut the bullshit with the ‘fight’ you two had”, she interrupted him way before he was able to utter a word, “it could’ve been easily resolved in seconds”. 

“‘Cause she’d never go”, Chan mumbled, “‘cause I’ve been an ass to her and she doesn’t trust me anymore”. 

“But why would she never come with you?”

“Just ‘cause”, Chris shrugged his shoulders, “she’s not as spontaneous as you and I are”. Chan didn’t really want to discuss the perks of his relationship with Micha - she had a personal interest, after all. He turned to the right side, facing the open balcony; closing his eyes, he felt Micha’s arm wrap around his waist. Suppressing the desire to sigh, Chan let his body snuggle into hers, pressing his back to her chest; having at least some sort of comfort was not bad, after all. 

“Did you dream about me?” A ticking whisper sent shivers down his spine; feeling your fingers run up and down his abs, Chris put on his best act not to show he was awake. Actually, he woke up ten minutes before you did - instead of getting up, he preferred to just lay there, your arms wrapped around his waist, fingers intertwined. But you, on the other hand… After whimpering and stretching, your hand was back on his body, whispering absolute atrocities in his ear. 

“Was it a wet dream?” You said softly one more time before pinching skin on his forearm. 

“Ouch!” Chris finally gave up on his act and turned to face you; knowing his revenge would’ve been instant, you already were out of the bed. 

“I’ll hop in the shower!” Chan let out a laugh. You were not the one to indulge in morning sex easily - even though the two of you would do it sometimes, you whined about it almost all the time. You hated the morning breath, the afternight sweat, the tiredness, the timing. Morning sex wasn’t your cup of tea, but, God, you loved winding him up; sometimes Chan thought you enjoyed spilling dirty words more than the sex itself.

Chan trudged from your bedroom to the kitchen; several minutes later, when he was sipping on the orange juice, he felt your arms wrap around his waist. “Morning”, you said, your chin resting on Chan’s shoulder. 

“Morning”, he responded, a smile creeping up his face. “You slept well?” You hummed in response and left a kiss on the back of his neck; turning around to face you, he only saw your back as you stared at the open fridge. Delving in your figure, Chan drew his lower lip between his teeth as he watched his shirt shamelessly lift and expose your ass when you stretched your arms. Chan took a small step to leave a loud smack on your butt; yelping, you were caught in his arms, as he placed a kiss on your cheek. 

“You asked ‘bout my dream”, he rasped in your ear, pressing your body further into his, “still wanna know what it was?” His hand toyed with the hem of your shirt, fingers running down to your closeted core. You let out a gasp. 

“Not really”, your quiet answer made him furrow his brows, “if you tell, it’s gonna result in sex. Don’t really wanna have it now”, you turned around and gave him a smile. “D’you wanna have eggs for breakfast?”

Sitting on the floor, another episode of a reality show running on the TV, Chan and you chewed on the omelets and tomatoes, a favorite breakfast of yours.  When you commented on yet another thing on TV, Chan stole glances of you - just to catch every little thing about you that he could. The way your eyes were squinting when you grinned, how you talked back to the people on TV if they did something stupid, the way your head fell back when you were frustrated. 

“What the hell is wrong with these people?” You whined, putting the dishes in the sink. “Like why would you even consider gettin’ married after a week of datin’?” You turned on the water - the cold one, presumably - and got the sponge wet. Chan clicked his tongue and almost sprinted from his place in front of the TV to the kitchen space, taking the sponge away from you. 

“Stop”, he almost growled, “I know you hate washin’ the dishes”. He turned on the hot water as well. “Y’know, there’s also one more type of water except for the cold one”, his remark earned him a slight smack on the shoulder. The both of you laughed it off, as you wiped the dishes (another chore you preferred to ignore). 

“Thanks”, you uttered when he was done. Chan returned the smile and put his hands on your waist as your arms were wrapped around his neck. “Maybe I should hire you to clean up?”

Chris chuckled. “My price is too high for you”. 

“Huh?” Her eyes gleamed. “How much is it?”

Too high, Chan thought, peering into her hazel orbs, my price is you, my price is you loving me back. Instead of saying what was needed to be said a long time ago, he shook his head and left a small kiss on your forehead. “Nothin’, forget it”, he squeezed your waist. “I’m just lucky to have you”, he muttered, “as my best friend”. The latter wasn’t supposed to be said, but seeing your startled expression when he said the first part of his sentence, he realised you weren’t ready for his confession, it was too early. Maybe later, maybe some time after-

“Stop”, you mumbled. Chan’s brows knitted as took in the expression on your face; you stared right back into his eyes, an ocean flooding yours. “Stop it. You’re losin’ me. It’s too late”. 

A sudden gasp woke Chan up; as he sat on the bed out of the habit rather than a reflex, he pressed his hand to his chest, trying to even his breath. A dream of one of your mornings together ending in this? That’s not what you said back then; Chan frowned, his fingers massaging his forehead, but your exact words couldn’t come to mind. That’s not what you said, he’s sure of it! 

Burying his face in his hands, Chan took a deep breath and let it out. How come a dream of you turned into a nightmare? How come even in his dreams he has to see you cry? How come he can never find peace, not even asleep? How come you’re the only thing on his mind, even after all of these months? 

“You’re okay?” Micha uttered. “What time is it?”

“Dunno”, Chan snarled, “go back to sleep”. 

He stood up and walked to the living room - just to avoid Micha for a couple of minutes. He didn’t want to answer her questions nor wanted to speak at all - his mind wasn’t just there yet. As he sat on the couch, a phone in his hands, the time didn’t even surprise him - he slept only for two hours. 

Scrolling down the news, his search brought him back to the fire that happened four months ago. Even after all this time Chan still couldn’t be at peace with the thought of you being with Yugyeom that night. It was him, Chan, who was supposed to be there, to help you, to save you, to comfort you - him, not Yugyeom! Why would he even show up again? Was he… No, Chan refused to believe that. Yet still, he blamed you for holding onto your first love - maybe he wasn’t wrong after all. Or perhaps, he should’ve given you the opportunity to explain everything? Maybe if he did, he wouldn’t have been as miserable as he was now. There would be no pain, no leading Micha on for something he couldn’t even give her, no exile. 

What was it that you said in that dream? ‘You’re losing me, it’s too late’? But how can it be so? How?

“Not ‘you lost me’”, Chan murmured staring into the wall, “but ‘You’re losin’ me’”. What if he still has a chance to mend the two of you? What could stop him but his irritating pride? 

Chris didn’t need much time to think about his next actions - so, in mere minutes he was browsing the airline website, getting the tickets on the nearest date - which convenietly happened to be today. If it doesn’t work out, his parents were in Seoul, Minho was there - so he would find a way to kill time before going back to Melbourne, right? Right? 

Chan let out a sigh, leaning in the soft cushions. It feels like his last chance to chase the train that has just left the station. It left, but Chan is still running, he’s still screaming for it to stop ‘cause he’s sure he’ll get in. Maybe they just don’t hear him? Maybe they didn’t know he was late? They’d stop if they found that out, right? Right? Nevertheless, Chan’s still running, even if the train doesn’t want him to be its passenger. 

Looking at the white ceiling, Chan questioned whether you’d want to see him. What if you slam the door right in front of him? “Whatever”, he turned on a random video on his phone, “I’ll get through. I know she feels the same way, I know it’s not gone. I know it”.

Micha was gone at 5 AM; as soon as the door was closed, Chan rushed to his closet to collect the best of his clothes, the ones you loved seeing him in, some new items he knew you’d steal from him - he wanted to look his absolute greatest in front of you. After all, the two of you didn't see each other for how long? Almost six months? More? 

Chan wondered if you’d changed much, wondered if you’d kick him out or welcome him back with open arms. And as his suitcase was packed in less than twenty minutes, he sat back on the bed, staring at his phone. He booked the nearest flight - which was in two hours - and now was waiting for his cab. A whole ass journey from Melbourne to Sydney and from Sydney to Seoul – all for just an attempt at mending things. Perhaps, he should’ve done that earlier, so that he wouldn’t have to spend more than twelve hours on the road just for the possibility of having a crumb of your forgiveness. Although, was he even able to apologize?

Another flow of thoughts guided Chan through his first flight to Sydney; with a mask on his face and a cap on his head, Chris was almost unrecognizable. Besides, no one had the slightest idea of his whereabouts — just a few hours ago, while sitting at the airport, he posted a story of himself, marking Melbourne as the place where he was currently. No messages from Han or Felix or Micha; today was supposed to be his day off, so it was quite convenient no one had reached out to him. Yeah right. Why would they when the only thing he does is push everyone away? Felix, his childhood friend, even expressed to him he couldn’t recognise Chan anymore. Maybe it was for the best; after all, everyone grows up and changes their personality, right? “Nah, that’s not quite it”, Felix observed his friend’s face attentively, “it’s like you’re less…you. Feels as if something’s twisted your brain”. What would Felix know anyway, right? Right? 

Three hours passed before his flight to Seoul took off; when taking his place near the plane window and putting his seatbelt on, Chan’s phone started buzzing. Oh shit, the manager-agent might be furious. 

“Where are you?” Jisung’s voice was surprisingly calm. 

“Where are you?” Chan responded. Attacking is the best form of defense, after all. 

“I’m at your place”, he responded, “you didn't open the door, so I got in myself. You’re gonna be home soon?”

“Why?” Chris stared at another airplane in the distance. “Missing me already?”

Han clicked his tongue and let out a frustrated sigh. “You’re not my type, Bang”. After chewing on something - is this fucker eating my food? - he continued. “So, when are you coming back? I have a business proposal to discuss”. 

“What’s that?”

Another sigh left Jisung’s mouth. “I hate when you do that”. 

“To put it shortly, that LA label we’ve talked about a couple of weeks ago”, Han chewed on the food again, “they wanna meet up. If you ask me”, he kept on talking - leaving no chance for Chan to even utter a word, “I’d say we should go. Maybe you’ll be able to get out-” He stuttered for a moment. “I mean, you’ll have more opportunities. And a better contract, I presume. And less control”. 

“When do they wanna meet up with us?” Chan twisted a ring on his finger absentmindedly. 

“At the end of the week. Saturday afternoon”. Han plopped on the couch. “Tell me when you’re gonna be back and I’ll prepare a whole ass presentation for you”. 

Now it was Chan’s turn to sigh. He’ll surely be back till Saturday, right? “Actually, Han, I-” His voice suddenly became small, weak even. Jisung will kill him if Chris misses this lifetime opportunity because of a girl. “I’m on the plane to Seoul”. 

Silence. Chan couldn’t even hear the sound of Han’s breathing, the chewing abruptly stopped. The only thing Chris could feel was the wave of anxiety that was rising from his stomach up to his throat. Perhaps, he was making a huge mistake; his career was about to bloom on an absolutely different level and what was he doing? Running back to someone who couldn’t even unblock him to hear his side to all of it? 

“I have no words, Chan”, Han’s voice had anything but the regular shrill tone to it. “After half a year you decided now was a good time to mend things?” Chris didn’t respond. Because he couldn’t; he didn’t even know what to say. “I appreciate your, um, your determination”, for some reason, Jisung was very careful with his words - or was he just being soft ‘cause it was a painful topic for his friend? “But the two of you haven’t even talked to each other for six months. You stalking her through my account doesn’t count”. 

Jisung was a voice of reason; both of you didn’t even exchange a greeting in the past six months. Why did he think you’d be open to speaking to him? Why would you even open the door when you’d see his face? What if you and Yugyeom are already a couple? What if…

“I get your concerns, Han”, Chan spoke in a low voice, “trust me, I do. And I’ve had doubts too, but-” He chewed on his lower lip, “I have to try. Maybe that’s what she’s waiting for. Maybe she’s waiting for me to come back”. 

Han huffed. “You’re a delusional idiot”. He drew in a breath. “Anyway, hope you mend whatever needs to be mended. Come back till Saturday”. Jisung was ready to hang up but continued. “Y’know, I get it. The love of my life did the same number on me as you did on her. And I was the one who waited for the… For the apology, a text, a letter - anything. Never received a word.” He chuckled. “Good luck, man”. 

An elderly woman sat up next to him as Chan stared at the screen of his phone. Han was not the one to share the intimate details of his life; however, this felt more like a possible outcome rather than a warning. If everything works out in his favor, Chan will get the girl and a new career break. Everything seemed like his ideal world turned into reality. Well, the reality was not there yet; but Han didn’t call him delusional for nothing. 

It was snowing heavily when Chan stepped out of the airport.

He jumped in the cab, rushing to his apartment; it was almost 8 PM, but he wanted to see you today. Having taken a quick shower and put on his sweater and jeans, Chan texted Minho. ‘Hey man, you’re at ur studio tonight?’

Lee Know responded almost immediately. ‘Hey, Hyunjin and I are having one more dance class before closing. Why’d you ask?’

‘Just ‘cause. Wanted to talk’. Chan typed. 

‘Yeah, I’ll be free for around forty minutes then. I’m picking up Eunjoo after her art class’.

‘Is she going there alone?’

‘Stfu. It’s not Eunjoo you wanna know ‘bout’.

‘Man, please. Just tell me’.

Chan could physically feel Minho sigh, shake his head and then smack his shoulder. ‘Kay. She’s there too. They finish at 9, but they planned to wait for me at the coffee shop nearby’. He texted an address immediately.

‘Thank you, Minho’. 

‘Fuck off, pls. I’m tired of watching this drama”. 

“Hey, everything’s okay?” You asked Eunjoo as the two of you were sharing a late-evening dessert; the art class you’ve been attending lately was exciting, but exhausting at the same time. And after each class of painting and drawing, the two of you tended to get yourselves a nice little sugary treat. 

She went silent for a moment as she looked at the message on her phone. “Yup, fine”, she gave you a small smile as she shoved her phone back in her purse, “Minho’s running a bit late”. 

“Ah, I should’ve taken my car”, you leaned in the chair, “we would’ve been home already”. 

“Don’t worry about it”, she took a bite of a pumpkin pie, “he promised to get us some junk food”. You put your chin on your hand and glanced at the ceiling dreamily; your desire to eat something greasy and fattening almost made you drool. 

“How’s your training going?” Eunjoo took a sip of her tea. 

“It’s good”, you nodded, “my new personal trainer is amazing. Did I tell you she’s a former stuntwoman?”

“No way!” Eunjoo’s eyes gleamed with excitement. Even though she looked happy, you couldn't help but notice that something's shifted after that text from Minho. Was she hiding something from you? 

“Yeah, I was surprised too!” You continued. “Anyways… She put me on a pretty strict diet”. You sighed. 

“By ‘strict’ you mean no McDonald’s?” Your friend laughed. You clicked your tongue and crossed your arms at your chest. “C’mon, it’s good for your health, you know it. Your internal organs have been begging for vegetables when you were feeding them french fries”. 

“You’re insufferable”, you rolled your eyes. Eunjoo laughed at you one more time before letting out a breathy sigh. 

“I can’t”, she uttered, “I can’t not tell you”. 

“What d’you mean?” You took notice of her fidgeting in her seat and twisting her earrings nervously, as she always did when filled with doubt and anxiety. 

“Chan’s here”, she said in a low voice, “and he’s coming to the cafe to see you”. 

You felt your temples pulsating instantly - the first sign of a headache creeping in. The mere mention of his name brought you a whirlpool of jitteriness - your heart was still not at its place when you thought of him. But it was more of a… It was more because of painful memories of what could’ve been, of what should've been there if the two of you weren’t absolute assholes to each other. However, now, no matter how much you didn’t want to see him, no matter how much you distanced yourself from even thinking of him as often as you used to, he decided to impose himself on your almost stable state of mind. It’s his signature mark - to take away the opportunity to heal and speak from you. You’re almost healed. You’re almost fine. You’re going on dates, seeing new people, hanging out with Yugyeom without feeling guilty about it. You have a new life. You’re almost at the top without him, and he wants to see you? To speak? 

“If you wanna run away, I won’t tell him”, she whispered, covering your hand with the palm of hers, “I don’t want you to see him either”. 

It’s a whirlwind of events. One moment you’re sitting in your favourite cafe with your favourite person, and now you’re putting your coat on, grabbing your purse and almost flying from that same cafe just to escape the inevitable? As the door behind you close, you stop yourself from moving. 

Yeah, seeing him will be hurtful, there’s no doubt in it. His silky voice and empty promises might lead you astray, sweeping all of your healing under the rug. Guess, his soft hands, intertwined with yours, might make you reconsider moving on. His curly hair and sweet smile might make you forget every small step you’ve taken to get over him in the past six months. It might happen, you were sure; but you were not a coward anymore. At least, you tried to be braver, bolder in your decisions; so you were not going to run away just because it might hurt you. You’d let it do so. You’d allow all of it to hurt you but only if it meant that this would be the last time it brought you pain. 

So you took the straps of your purse in your hands, fingers clutching them. You walked a bit further, into the alley in front of the cafe and sat down on the snowy bench. The air was cold; you regretted not wearing a winter hat. You wrapped your scarf around your neck twice to create a feeling of warmness, only foaming your glasses instead. The snow was slowly falling on your hair, claiming you as one of its many winter princesses. You hated this season and this weather, and you hated being born in winter too - but tonight felt almost magical. Maybe it was because of your final acceptance of this mess, of your desire to endure as much pain now as you could to never feel it again; you felt a foreign tingling of relief in your chest. Maybe you will finally be free after tonight. 

Your phone started buzzing out of nowhere; declining the caller through your smartwatch three times, you still had to pick up because he was simply irritating you. “What?” You almost barked at him. 

“Hey, when’s your next date with this accountant guy?” Yugyeom sounded absolutely monotonous asking the question - as if you hadn’t just declined him three times in a row. 

“The next date?” You were flabbergasted. “On Monday. Why?”

“D’you wanna set him up with this girl I’m seeing? I can’t do it anymore”.

“The PhD student girl? Why? Is she also only talking about her ex-boyfriend all the time?” He responded affirmatively; the accountant guy you were casually meeting up with was clearly not over his ex, as he kept on speaking about her with you. It was tiring, but you couldn’t brush him off for some reason; so Yugyeom’s plan might really help set you free. 

And no matter how nervous you were, this conversation seemed to help you release some of the stress. Yugyeom and his brilliant ideas always helped. “What d’you wanna do?” You asked while leaning your head to the side; for some reason, the idea to squeeze the phone between the shoulder and your head wasn’t successful as the phone slipped and fell to the snowy ground. “Ah, shit”, you mumbled. “Gyeom, wait!” You said loudly, leaning forward and taking it back in your hands. “Thank God you’re working”, you muttered. The speaker turned on while it fell down but to Yugyeom, who had no idea, it didn’t matter as he proceeded to blabber on about his evil plan.

“We could hug a bit longer than needed”, he kept on as you tried to turn the speaker off, “maybe flirt with each other?” You could almost see him scratching his chin. Yeah, your phone was working, but the speaker wouldn’t turn off; it happened quite often lately, and you were sure it was the result of your phone being dropped too much in the course of two years of having it. 

“In what way?” You uttered, simultaneously googling how to fix this random speaker problem. 

“I don’t know”, he said sluggishly, “but I have an idea. I could just be like”, he cleared his throat, “you’re so sexy, babygirl. So sad you have a boyfriend. Wish you were mine”. His pretend husky voice could be just perfect if he didn’t let out a mewling sound at the end of the tirade. You giggled at his attempts to sound super masculine. 

“But no kissing”, he warned. 

You huffed. “Ew. As if”. 

And as you wanted to add another word to the conversation, you saw something in the corner of your eye. Turning your head to the side, your gaze caught the bouquet of pink roses on the bench next to you. “Gyeom, I’ll call you back”. Shoving the phone in the pocket of your jeans, you stood up and turned around, only to see a painfully familiar figure slowly walk away. 

“Chan?” He stopped in an instant. Your heart skipped a beat. No way it’s him. No way. 

Having turned to face you, he gave you a lopsided grin almost immediately. “Sorry to interrupt your conversation with your boyfriend”. 

“He’s not my-” You almost indulged in. Stopping yourself at the start of giving another set of excuses to him, you quickly ran through his previous sentence. The same poisonous tone of the voice, same spiteful expression worn on his face. It's been six months since the last time you saw him, and he still was angry with you. He still despised you.

“You didn’t come here to fight again, did you?” The tone of your voice suddenly obtained the notes of tiredness in it. If the only reason why he’s here is to quarrel with you all over again, all over the same shit - you were not going to stand and listen. 

“Honestly, I don’t even know why I’m here”, he responded, arms crossed at his chest. “Thought we could mend things, but you clearly don’t need that”. 

“How would you know?” You clenched your fists as you tried to calm yourself down; but the feeling of your nails digging into the soft flesh of your palms instantly flashed a memory of your last fight in your head. How you dug your nails deeper in your skin, leaving crescent marks, bleeding in front of him, swallowing his insults and hurtful words. You were not going to do it anymore. “How would you know?” You repeated the question louder. “”Cause you heard a piece of what you were not supposed to hear and drew a conclusion, based on something insignificant?”

“How else d’you want me to understand this?” He threw a hand in the air, pointing at you. 

“How ‘bout fuckin’ askin’ me before jumping to conclusions?” Your voice was calm, you were collected. Last time your whole body was filled with anger and frustration, with pain you wanted to inflict on him. At the moment the only thing you wanted was peace. 

“Askin’ you?” He chuckled. “Will you tell me the truth?”

“Chan”, you stated as softly as possible, “I don’t owe you the truth. As much as you don’t owe it to me”. 

“Why am I even here then”, he mumbled, closing his eyes and sighing. “You clearly have moved on, so you don’t need my apologies”. 

“Are they sincere?” You walked straight to him, only stopping when there were a few steps between. And before you could utter a word, the sudden flashback hit you back to six months ago, to a year ago even. The smell surrounding him was the perfume of yours he loved so much. He put it on before meeting up with you? What for? To make you nostalgic? To make you feel guilty? To make you think about the times he’d drag you to his bedroom just because you were wearing this same perfume? What for? 

“Have I ever not been?”

You cleared your throat before continuing. “So, you know what you’re apologizing for? You’re really sorry? Is that what you wanna tell me?”

“Yeah”, Chan managed to muster; he felt absolutely dumb. His initial idea to beg for your forgiveness washed into thin air when he heard you speaking to Yugyeom. You sounded so happy and clearly in love that he couldn’t bear the thought of apologizing anymore. But… It still felt important to be said. “I’m sorry. I should’ve given you, us, a chance to talk it out. I’m sorry I’ve been harsh to you”. He drew in a breath and looked away before continuing. “And I’m sorry for not… For not tellin’ you how I felt earlier”. 

It was important to be said, but Chan couldn’t feel the weight of guilt falling off his shoulders. It still felt the same; same heavy trail of pain following every word of his, same difficulty to breathe whenever he had to utter apologies. None of it seemed genuine even to him, and you, of all people, will never accept this bullsh-

“Okay”, you breathed out. 

Chan frowned for a moment. “Okay? We’re okay?”

“Okay”, you repeated, lifting your head a little bit in a desperate attempt to prevent the tears falling from your eyes, “thank you for sayin’ this. I appreciate your honesty”. You drew in a breath again, fingers toying with the strands of your bag. “I’m sorry for puttin’ all of the blame on you - I was in the wrong too. I should’ve told you I loved you long before it all blew up”. 

Chan almost brushed your apologies off - he didn’t need them. He didn’t blame you for not telling about your feelings sooner. “So… We’re cool now?” The hope in his voice broke your heart; he certainly wanted to go back together, start over, get past this mess. And it broke your heart even more, because you knew exactly what you were going to say next. 

“But I don’t forgive you”, you looked him right in the eyes, “I can’t forgive you. Not now”. 

“When then?” His voice was quiet, no daggers in it yet. His peachy curls, covered in snow, fell on his forehead, covering his brows. The hair color suited him; you wished you could put the distance between the two of you to nothing and bury your hands in the softness of his hair, inhaling his scent mixed with your perfume. You wished you could feel his arms wrap around you, surrounding you with warmness and safety you used to feel around him. You wished to go back to a sunlit bedroom in his apartment when the two of you were tangled in silk sheets, velvety lips leaving gentle kisses all over your body. You wished but you couldn’t. You weren’t able to. 

“When we both heal”, you blinked several times in a row, “when we’re not sick anymore. When I don’t hate the mere idea of being with you again. When I don’t cry ‘cause I miss something that was never there”. 

He was silent for a moment, his eyes glued to his shoes. “Do you hate me?” He mumbled. 

“Not you”, you answered softly, “the idea I had of you in my mind. The real you has nothing to do with the guy I created in my head”. 

“Can’t we at least be friends?”

“No”. You swallowed a lump in your throat, feeling it dissolve in your chest. “I’m tired of being ignored, tired of never being the first choice, tired of you not even-” You sighed deeply. “You can’t make our friendship public, can you? I mean, you obviously can, ‘cause you’ve posted about your childhood girl friend all over social media," you added, “but not with me. It’s impossible when it’s me for some reason”. 

He murmured your name, taking a small step further. “You know you’re the most-” He gulped. “You’re my best friend, my soulmate. I just-”

“You don’t have to give excuses anymore, Chan”, you felt tranquility flow through your body, “I don’t ask you to. We’re too far gone to be back”. You put your hands in the pockets of your coat and sighed again. “I wouldn’t date me either, y’know. I’m not in the right mental state to be a healthy and stable partner, I’m aware of that. And I can’t forgive you until you realize you’re the same”. 

Tired of bleeding, tired of fighting for something that was never there for you to hold onto, you finally felt the sensation of being relieved. If you engaged in, if you fell back into the trap of the idea of being loved by Chan, you would have to collect the pieces of yourself all over again. You’ve put too much effort into building yourself back that going back to looking at someone with storms in your eyes just because he wrote a song about his ex while being with you seemed destructive. The ruins of you that he left now were turned into a sad song about you that he released a couple of months ago; and you were more than a sad song. He wrote nothing about choosing not to risk his perfect image when you asked him to hold you hand in the street - ‘cause that would’ve brought attention to him, right? It’s always been him, him, him and never you, not even once. 

“It’s good that you came here”, you gave him a small smile, “means we’re both growing”. 

No more biting your nails, no more scratching your skin till it’s red and bleeding. You can finally go on, even without forgiving him. It’ll happen later, you guess, maybe tomorrow, maybe a year later. But what you did know for sure was that your love was not dying anymore; you sowed some seeds of hope and affection in your heart once again. But this time you were willing to grow a new kind of love - the love no one else but you could give to yourself.

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I’m obviously super fuckin late to this but WHAT THE FUCK WAS HARRYS SURPRISE FOR Y/N??? (ysijwa) sorry not yelling I knew when I started this fic it was unfinished and I thought I’d be able to handle it but I severely underestimated my emotional investment

Ps you’re a beautiful writer and thank you for blessing us with what you did. I do hope it gets finished but if not thank you for all you gave us anyway. Such a beautiful story and the way the plot and characters developed was just so realistic and authentic. I’ve read many fics where like the MC is just magically the game changer and upon Harry first meeting them, it’s like an imaginary spotlight shines on them and they stand out in a crowded room. And I’ve always struggled to find that storyline believable. Like for some reason she just magically stands out? But the way y’all wrote it was just so organic and well written that it was unbelievable. In fact, he chose her for the opposite reason, which was just so bloody clever? And then I understood why she captured him over time, believed in why she was his game changer. There’s so many parts that had me giggling and hiding under my covers and grinning like a fool at my phone. So much joy and silly goofy things and little moments that were sprinkled in that I feel get missed in other fics. His goon squad being so funny. And the c/w’s were just the cutest. And there’s so much personality in both of y’all’s writing. I know I had more to say but I’m blanking. Will drop back by and let you know if I remember pending this message isn’t annoying for you. It was just a joy to read.

OH MY GOD PLSKWKDJS MY FUCKING HEART 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 YOUR MESSAGE ISNT ANNOYING AT ALL, ITS ACTUALLY MADE MY ENTIRE DAY 😭😭😭😭 thank you sm for leaving such a sweet, thoughtful message it truly made me smile so big wtf 😔😔😔

I tried to give some context clues about the surprise but essentially he built her a big pillow fort bc he knows she’s feeling homesick and it’s something her and her friends used to do :’) and he got a bracelet making kit cause she’d mentioned that too so they’re gonna have a date in there and make silly little bracelets for each other and just be goofy lovey dovey morons AS THEY SHOULD!!!

I’m so happy you liked the way the storyline developed, I know some ppl were beefing with the fact that he was so indifferent to her in the beginning 💀 but that’s what makes their relationship arc so meaningful, it wouldn’t be realistic if he just immediately took to her bc real connection takes time and effort y’know??

AND IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE THE FANG GANG THEYRE SO STUPID I LOVE THEMNDNF they’re my bbys 🤏

Pls do drop by again if you’d like, I love hearing people’s thoughts on the fic even if it’s been on hold for a bit cause of life and work 🥺 I do hope to finish it, it’s just gonna take a bit 😭 THANK YOU SM AGAIN MY HEART’S GONNA BURST

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the second prompt for Slowtember is wind, so I decided it was the perfect excuse to draw Zadock doing some magic and having their clothes flapping in a magical breeze and just looking epic... and maybe a little creepy. they have a talent for unsettling smiles.

I did not think I'd be able to get this one done in time since it got pretty detailed & complicated, but I finished this at 2 am, so I'm hardly late at all, lol! I am REALLY, REALLY proud of this one & absolutely in love with how it turned out!!! (I also had sooooo much fun doing the different little knickknacks in the background, so I forsee more drawings of Objects in my future, lol)

more chatter & my first public reveal of some necromancer lore below the cut! <3

okay so before I get to the Lore™ I have to finish gushing, haha.

at this point, I have filled several pages in my sketchbook with drawings and diagrams and notes about the magic in my story, including many sketches of souls & threads/tethers, but this was the Very First Time I got around to experimenting with drawing them digitally!!!

I was so excited, and I'm so beyond thrilled with the results. Like, guys, this is the closest I've ever been to showing just how I imagine it in my brain. 🤯

this is also like. the coolest thing I've ever drawn in my fucking life—and I have drawn some cool stuff lately!!!—so if nobody looks at this then you are all missing out, lmao. <3

alrighty, now that I am done experiencing a rare surge of self esteem, let's get to the Lore™

I have an entire section of a binder dedicated to how the magic in my story works, so this post will NOT be a super detailed guide whatsoever! I'd need SEVERAL posts for that, lmao. I just wanted to try and run through a bit of background stuff to provide some context for this artwork.

You will notice that I have included two versions of this drawing—one with the crazy glowy lights, and one without. This was not (just) to show off Duck's shirt and their badass top surgery scar that was unfortunately covered right up by their dang soul (😂😭💀), but for lore reasons!

There is only one kind of magic in this story, and it can only be gained as blessings from the god-like entity humans named Death; if the god agrees to give you power, It takes a tiny, tiny portion of Itself, Its essence, and puts that right into your soul. (It hurts, btw. In case you were wondering.)

The first blessing makes you Sensitive, allows you to perceive and sense other souls and to properly bear witness to magic. You aren't able to do any other magic besides seeing/sensing unless you receive more essence. Going back for additional blessing(s) is what makes you a necromancer (if you claim that title) and lets you do some real magic. But we'll get into that some other time.

For now, I will leave you with this handy little comparison thingie I threw together on my phone at 3 am instead of sleeping. <3

the regular folks are really missing out! poor bastards.

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I...

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I'm sorry I haven't been as active (writing wise). I've just been struggling with both motivation and inspiration, BUT, special thanks to Moon for literally keeping this account alive and thrivin' while I sink further and deeper into my delusions😻✨️🫶🏽.

I will try my very best to finish up some requests because there's some sitting in my inbox with amazing plots that OFC I adore, but again, my brain is...bleuagh ;-;.

So anyhow, here's something I wrote on my wattpad a while back to hold y'all over, I hope :)♡.

~ Star✨️

Take Your Pick

Prompt: A smushed bullet, maybe worth a couple hundred bucks. Or, potential new friends. Take your pick, and choose wisely :).

Timeline: Post Shazam!, Pre S!:FOTG

TW/Content: Reader has pets and siblings⚡️Slightly OOC Billy? But it's okay, it still works⚡️The Breyers💀⚡️Cursing⚡️Yelling (at the pet🥴)

Reader: Fem! She/Her/Hers Pronouns!

Requested By: 😼Moí😼

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"Will you shut up?! I'm going...!"

Booming thunder almost drowned out the sounds of your vexed shouts, heavy rain causing you to flip the hood of your jacket up swiftly before scanning the area outside of your house. There weren't any cars passing by or people walking down the sidewalk, and for good reason. Not to mention, it was freezing cold, and you hadn't even been out more than a couple of seconds. It made you wonder how your pet could bare to withstand the awful weather long enough to not come running back inside on their own.

"(Pet's Name)!!" You called, practically having to shriek just to be heard from where you stood. "Come on, where are you?! Get in the house, I don't have time for this!!"

You huffed when your pet was nowhere to be spotted at the call of their name, and at the fact that you were slowly becoming drenched in the cold, rain water. Upon looking back towards your front door, you could see your sibling looking back at you with a determined glare, clearly a lot more worried about the animal's whereabouts and safety than you were. You knew they would probably make their way back on their own, but you also knew your younger sibling was bound to throw a fit if you didn't at least try, so...

"(P/N), get your ass in the house...!!!"

A flash of lightning blinding you momentarily, and another crack of thunder soon after, startled you. It seemed to have the same effect on your animal companion as well, the outline of its figure suddenly flying past your feet and into the house. But, not without knocking you onto your butt in the process, of course.

"(P/N)~!" Your sibling cooed graciously, inviting the animal into their arms with love and care before shutting the door. Your brows furrowed, and yet you couldn't even find the energy within you to be irritated. It was late, you were tired, drenched in rain water and mud...

"Dammit..." You groaned, as you moved to stand. If you sat here any longer, you'd surely catch a cold. Not to mention (having underestimated the severity of the storm), you were left with little protection. A thin jacket, your pajamas, not even any glov-

At almost light speed, you yanked your hand away at the sensation of something slimy under your hand. A sound of disgust left your mouth, head quickly whipping downwards to focus your gaze on the culprit. You prayed it wasn't a bug or some type of water-creature, and then left pleasantly surprised to see it was just a small, plastic baggy.

One could even say a little underwhelmed, your harsh, wide-eyed gaze softening once your disgust had cleared. Upon further inspection, you had begun to notice an odd shine under the plastic. Gold and small, reflecting against the mix of streetlight, rain water, and occasional lightning that piqued your interest beside your better judgments.

But, as the downpour began to grow heavier than before, you settled for internal compromise. You snatched the bag and stood up fully, turning to make a mad dash back to the safety and warmth of indoors. With a slam of the front door, you'd soon shower and dry, clean your room, and finish any schoolwork due the next day before dedicating the rest of your time to inspecting your newfound trinket.

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"Do you know what I think it is?" Your interest heightened at the red-head's words, your head turning away from your open locker to face him.

"Hm?"

"A warped piece of metal with no significance to anyone or anything?" His twin had suggested, leaving you to huff and narrow your eyes at the boy sporting his signature leather jacket. You had half of a mind to snatch your "warped piece of metal" away from him in attempts to prove both of the Breyers otherwise.

"Well, yeah." Burke agreed with a teasing smirk. "But also, a huge waste of your night spent drooling over it like a lunatic."

"Mncht. You guys are assholes, you know that?" You chastised with the click of your tongue, shaking your head as you finally yanked it away from in between his fingers. "I'm starting to wonder why I even hang out with you two."

The twins shared a knowing glance, looking back to you with answers you didn't have the strength to combat.

"We give you rides to school." Brett began, Burke next with another example until they were speaking in tandem.

"We pay for all of your food."

"We keep other assholes away from you."

"And we'll mess you up if you don't do our work."

You huffed, your eyebrows jumping with at their words.

"Oh, yeah. Right..."

As odd as the... situation-ship... started between you and the Breyers, you were starting to ponder if it was even worth it. The only reason they lingered around you in the first place was because of a deal you three struck months and months ago...

In the simplest of terms, you did their homework, no questions asked. And in return, they'd keep lesser-known bullies off of your back and, occasionally, throw money in your face to pay for certain luxuries you couldn't afford yourself.

At first, the deal remained strictly buisness. Hell, Brett and Burke still finding loopholes in order to get away with treating you like dirt without "voiding their contract." But after a while, they began to lightly tolerate your company, and you, theirs. Unlikely acquaintances, regardless of how idiotic they proved to be every single school day.

"Whatever, (Y/N), just don't let it affect your "flow," if you catch my drift." Brett sneered, knocking his shoulder into yours. Albeit, not as harsh as he would the normal Fawcett Central populous, but still rough enough to catch you off guard. The tiny, circular metal flew from your hands, rolling amongst the shuffling feet of other students rushing to their classes while you gave chase, mumbling to yourself in urgency.

"No, no, no, I can't lose it..."

It only seemed to listen to your quiet pleas at the expense of a foot in its way, your brows furrowing at the sight of worn out, faded blue Converse. When your head had managed to angle its way upwards, you were met with the confused, downward gaze of a boy your age. Striking green eyes looked into your (E/C) ones, leaving you to shuffle back awkwardly until your head bumped against the lockers.

"Oww..."

"The hell...?"

You began to stand, rubbing the back of your head with an open palm to sooth yourself while you spewed out your set of excuses.

"Sorry, I'm sorry. I just- I dropped something and I was trying to get it, and like- Yeah, so I- ... It's..."

With the boy staring at you as though you were a bother (you were), you gave up with an explanation and simply pointed in the direction of his shoe. He followed your index finger, eyes landing on a copper piece of-

"Oh shit..."

He thought there was no way this was real, no way this could be true. He didn't believe in fate, but upon bending over to pick up the metal at his foot, he was genuinely starting to believe. Had it really come back to him after all of this time?

A whole year later, after he and his brother had finally accepted its permanent disappearance? Hell, he would've thought the sewers washed it away into the Bermuda Triangle by now.

"Yeah, that!" And before he could give it proper inspection in order to fully believe his eyes, you whisked it away from him and back into your possession with a giddy smile.

"Thank you!" You chirped with a polite grin, turning to continue about your day.

The moment he had realized you were about to take your leave, he was hit with a quick decision to make...

Take a chance and hope to the gods that piece of crushed metal in your hand was what he thought it was. Get it back and surprise his brother with the prized possession he had so clumsily dropped down a sewer drain forever ago. Or, allow you to walk away out of his life forever, bullet in hand, and never knowing if he had the chance to rekindle a bond between his super-obssseed brother and smushed metal.

"Hey, wait..." He started, shutting his locker while gaining your attention. You almost didn't stop, the embarrassment of practically crawling at his feet making you internally cringe at the thought of having to engage with him again. Maybe it would be to tell you off on how weird you were being, or... who knew.

"What is that?"

'Oh?'

"Oh! I... I actually don't really know, but it looks cool, doesn't it?" You chuckled, the boy's interest pleasantly surprising as you wandered back towards him. You held up the metal between your thumb and index finger, allowing him to have a close look.

"Where'd you get it?"

"I found it." Was your technical answer. "Outside of my house, washed in the curb. I was looking for my pet 'cause they got out and, when they ran back in, I-"

"Can I have it?"

His blunt request caught you by surprise. In the middle of your story, no less. Then again, you wouldn't be surprised if he was growing irritated with your rambling, simply interested only in your weird little find.

Your brows furrowed. If that was the case-

"Wh- No. It's mine, I'm not just gonna give it to you."

There was an awkward silence that loomed over the two of you, the halls growing empty with only a few stragglers left behind. The boy in front of you was beginning to become unsure of himself, but the thought of Freddy's smiling face urged him to try again, simpler this time. Backing up his request with a bit of context.

"Sorry, I just-... My name is Billy."

You stared at his outstretched hand with hesitance, ignoring your acumen as you accepted the handshake.

"(Y/N)." You informed, and Billy gave a small nod.

"Okay, (Y/N)... Um, I know this is gonna sound super weird, but that thing you have? I'm, like, ninety-eight percent sure it's a bullet that I-... Well, my brother owned a long time ago, which I stupidly lost, so yeah. Crazy, right?"

Your immediate response to such a tale was to let out a stiff chuckle, removing your hand from his in a flash.

"Are you... serious right now?"

"I know, it's-... I could prove it to you, I mean... Okay, in the bag, right? There was also this little certificate thingy, and if you have it, I could-"

"-I don't." You interuppted, completely flabbergasted by the forwardness Billy was presenting. And you thought you were weird, crawling at people's feet on the dirty school floor for a piece of junk. But it was your junk, and clearly, it wasn't any worse than some random trying to lie and take it from you with some elaborate, intracte fib. That was weird. And, in a moment of hypocrisy, you had begun to let him know such.

"And even if I did, I'm still not giving it to you because I don't even know you."

"I just told you my name!" Billy exclaimed in surprise, you raising your arms swiftly just to drop them against your sides.

"So? Just 'cause you introduced yourself still doesn't make you not a stranger. I'm not giving this to you."

"Oh my gosh, no... please..." He sighed to himself, realizing he was practically going to have to degrade himself in order to convince you. He was never fond of asking others for help, especially if he didn't know them prior. So, you could only imagine how one Billy Batson felt about begging...

"It's... Like I said, it was my brother's, and I lost it, which is kind of a bad move on my part. I just really need it back, okay? It's super important to me."

You huffed, taking a large step back to create distance between the two of you while curling the supposed "bullet" into your palm, closing your fist and letting sass fly from your mouth.

"Dude, why would this piece of junk be important to you? Do you hear yourself right now? Because you sound insane."

Were the Breyers starting to rub off on you?

"Like, seriously. Do you just... what, spend your free time collecting small trash from random people? 'Cause that'd be kind of pathetic."

. . .Nah.

"Well, if you think it's "trash," then why do you wanna keep it so bad?" Billy countered with an equal amput of attitude, throwing his hand towards you as a small gesture of, 'You're being a hypocrite.'

Which, you were. But-

"What's so wrong with giving away what you don't even need?"

"Because...!" You started, but soon realized you had nothing to back up your greediness before shrugging to yourself and simplifying, regressing, your mindset.

"Finder's keepers, loser's weepers."

"Oh, come on...!" He groaned while you giggled, watching as he inhaled deeply, as if to suck up his pride before he slowly dropped to his knees. The sudden action caused heat to rise to your cheeks, and though there were hardly anyone else left in the halls at the moment, you still looked around in hopes they wouldn't catch a glance of the embarrassing scene before you.

"Dude, sto- What're you doing? Get up, you're emba-"

"-That's not even fair, I literally thought I'd never see it again! It's got so much sentimental value, and I can promise you that it's worth basically nothing. I'm begging you, can I please just have the bullet."

"No!" You sighed, exasperated. You urged the boy to get up off of the ground, but soon found you could simply just exit the conversation altogether. With that, you swiveled on your heal and began the trek to your classroom, a breath you didn't realize you were holding in your chest falling out of your lips in vexation when you heard the scuff of Billy's shoes chase after you.

You didn't alter your pace or try to lose him in any way, strolling onwards in the hopes he'd realize he would be late for class as well and eventually go away.

"I'll pay you."

"Whaaat..." You spoke flatly, not even asking because you were too entertained by such an offer. And to think, earlier today, you had two boys telling you how useless your metal was. Now, you have a boy willing to pay for it, a whopping amount of-

Of...

"...How much?" You found yourself entertaining his claim, just for the fun of it, Billy pulling his wallet from his back pocket while he spoke.

"All I have."

The two of you watched as he opened up the beat up, brown leather, all that was left to flutter out was a couple of dollars and loose change.

"Boy, please..."

His eyes traveled between your dissapearing figure and his scattered change, calling out to you with one last hope.

"I'll have more tomorrow...!"

"I thought you said it was priceless!" You shot back, looking over your shoulder while his lips fell open, words he hadn't formed yet struggling to push their way out of his throat until he gave it up with a shrug.

"I lied."

"Goodbye, Billy!"

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"Oh my shit, it is a bullet..." You murmured to yourself, peering through the lens of a magnifying glass down at the chunk of metal sitting on your desk. Under the light and with close-up inspection, that boy from earlier had proved himself right, but it only furthered your incentive to keep it.

One, because it was kind of cool, in a nerdy, geeky sort of way.

And two, because of the question that loomed in the back of your mind; Why would a bullet have washed up right outside of your house? You supposed an answer to that was quite easily feasible, Philadelphia not the most peaceful city in the USA. But that simply begged another inquiry.

Why would some crushed up bullet be so important? Important enough to be found in a plastic bag. Important enough for someone to try and buy it off of you.

You raised from your chair, stalking over towards your trashcan and digging through it until you found what it was you were looking for. You eventually pulled out that familiar baggy, waltzing back towards the desk and sticking it under the light from the lamp next to the bullet. Sure enough, now that you could actually see it, you found that there was a small paper card bonded with the plastic due to he rain water. It was dried now, the print smeared and hard to make out.

But, it didn't take much time for you to put together that it was a certificate of authenticity. Not only that, but you were able to see what used to have been a signature, likely from someone of importance, along with the name of whoever owned it.

"D...'D' 'Y'...Eddy?... Free...man...Eddy Freeman?" You sounded out, and all you could think about in the moment was how far away from 'Billy Batson' that name was.

"That kid was for real trying to hustle me." You scoffed with a laugh, shaking your head as you gently pried the card from the bag. Some of the print was still stuck to the plastic, but it didn't matter to you much. You could still make it out on the card, not to mention, you had the bullet itself. You could either keep for treasure or sell it.

'Ping!'

A notification popped up on your phone, your eyes twinkling in thought as you read the contact name.

'Breyer Idiots'

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"Dude, just let it go." You sighed, shutting your locker closed and pushing away Billy's hand that held an almost suspicious amount of money.

"I'm not giving it to you."

"Why not?" He practically whined, following after you as you walked into the lunch room, books and lunch bag in hand. "I'll do whatever you want, seriously! I know we can strike some sort of deal here, if you just-"

"Stop groveling, Billy. It's not cute~." You tutted with a teasing, sing-song tone, and then suddenly dropping your voice an octave and narrowing your eyes. "It's annoying."

You went on, avoiding eye contact while you sat, and huffing to yourself when Billy sat beside you.

"Besides, I couldn't give it to you if I wanted."

"(Y/N)-"

"-I sold it."

Billy's green eyes widened at your swift confession, going slack-jawed for mere seconds before shooting you a distressed hiss.

"You what?! Why?! Oh my go- Why would you do that?"

"So that you'd leave me alone." You spoke as though your reasoning were obvious, ignoring Billy's intense glare while you sipped at a Coke.

"Well...?!"

"What?!" You sassed, making eye contact with the pestering teen since the two of you had first sat down.

"Who'd you sell it to?!"

You paused. You hadn't been prepared for that question, although it should've been the obvious next inquiry from him. The truth was, you did try to sell it. It just... didn't fall through has planned...

"Burke."

"Who?" He encouraged to speak up, unable to hear your meek response that you were quick to change up once you realized he hadn't heard you.

"Brett."

Another bout of silence, Billy's brows knitting together, pondering the name until it clicked and his heart stopped.

"No..."

"Them." You confirmed, pointing out the fraternal twins who had just entered the cafeteria, greeting their group of friends loudly and obnoxiously while Billy sank further in his seat, relishing in the crisis you had put him in.

"No, you didn't."

"I needed the money!" You attempted to justify.

"You did not..." He murmured to himself, still stuck in complete disbelief. There was no way, he thought. But the look of resolve written across your face made it clear that you were a really good liar meant your claim.

"So, let me get this straight..."

"Billy, please just let it go..." You whined, tossing your head back while he berated you as calmly as he could.

"...You'll sell to those two asshats. But you wouldn't sell it to me? Are you for real?"

"I didn't, and still don't, know you. Obviously, I trusted them more than you."

"You trust them more than me?!"

"I do, actually, yes." You nodded curtly, and you had to admit, it was technically truth. Though you weren't fond of the two, the twins had yet to betray your trust as far as your deal went. And Billy? He had already lied twice in the two days you've barely known him.

"H-!"

"Oh, what?! Okay, c'mon, is this payback 'cause of what went down with Anne? Ditching me for a girl?"

The boisterous voice had startled the both of you, the two of you jumping and then heating up under the stares of those around who were annoyed with the boy's shouts.

"That's not... what this is." Billy muttered, the boy ignoring as he plopped himself down right in between the two of you, curls bouncing with before sparing you a wide grin.

"Ah, so then you're just new here." Was his next conclusion, Billy shaking his head while pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Freddy, no... She's-"

"Flight or invisibility?" He interjected again. You were swift to gather the fact that he was the more... talkative one of the pair, as well as learning his name. Freddy. It definitely suited him.

"Please don't do this right now." Billy sighed, looking away as if he were suddenly regretting the choice to be seen with his friend.

"What? I have to test her, it's personal code." Freddy informed.

"It's annoying."

"You're annoying."

"Invisibility." Was your final answer, having given his interesting question much more thought than you should have. Freddy smiled at this, happy to be entertained and entertaining, throwing a hand towards you in praise.

"Ah, see? Everybody chooses-. . ." He stopped. His sure grin phasing into one of bewilderment, having never received the latter as an answer to his question. "M'wait, what?"

He watched as you nodded. As though the answer was obvious while he patiently awaited your explanation. It was the first time he had gotten anything different other than a look of irritation or the immediate departure away from his person.

"Yeah, 'cause-"

"-We don't have time for this!" Billy exclaimed. So much for your why. "Freddy, she's not new. This is the girl I was telling you about last night. She's-"

"Oh-hoh, shit, you have my bullet!" Freddy nodded, finally grasping onto your identity while your brows furrowed, and you leaned over to direct your words towards Billy.

"You told your brother about me?"

"Well, not anymore..." Billy huffed, not even answering your question, but responding to Freddy's excited remark on his long-lost prized possession.

"I sold it." You finished, calmly taking another sip of your soda in order to avoid the incoming calamity.

"You did not!!"

"That's what I said. And get this: She sold it to the Brey-aH!"

You kicked at Billy's shin, stopping him from finishing his sentence. You were beginning to realize you were digging yourself a deeper hole than need be, and as fun as it was to mess with them and as hopeful as you were for them to leave you alone, it was time you admitted the truth.

"...How would you get it back, anyways? Billy only has three dollars, so I can only imagine how little you have."

Unfortunately, curiosity got the better of you. You just had to know, didn't you?

"I have my ways." Freddy muttered smugly, Billy shooting him a look that could be read as, 'Hush'. Maybe they were hiding something, a huge secret that only the two of them could know. But you had no interest in that, listening as Freddy went on.

"Plus, I'm literally the certified owner. I don't care if it makes me seem desperate, but I have the triple B on speed dial, ensuring I will get my shit back one way or another."

You pursed your lips up, undoing so just as fast before asking, "The triple B?"

"The Better Buisness Bureau."

You nodded slowly. Thought you didn't want to acknowledge it, the thought of getting into any minor legal trouble over some metal was concerning. Not by much, but just enough to question if you should really keep messing around. And though you had recalled the name on the card, "Eddy Freeman," you had to admit it was pretty...

No.

Really, coincidentally close to "Freddy."

"Fine!" You burst, startling the boys on either side of you. "Fine-fine-fine. I...uhm... You're gonna laugh when I tell you this..."

"(Y/N)..." Billy started, narrowing his eyes towards you.

"No, no, really! It's hilarious, actually." You further assured, taking one last sip in order to force down the lump in your throat.

". . .I never sold it. They didn't want it, so...I kept it."

Freddy's mouth widened into a smile, voice crack-y laughs escaping his throat in pure relief and excitement while Billy's expression remained the exact opposite. A deadpanned stare into your soul as he scoffed, his eyes then rolling before he snatched his tray off of the table and made his way out of the cafeteria.

"Goodbye, (Y/N)."

"Pfft- This is crazy, I can't believe you've had it this whole time!"

You shrugged.

"Well, I didn't just wanna give it to Billy. I didn't know if he was telling the truth or not. And I still don't even really trust you, I mean... what's your full name?"

"Freddy Freeman. I will literally pull out my birth certificate and prove it to you."

'Oh.'

". . .Do you just...carry that around, or?"

"Give...!" And right as he reached for your backpack eagerly, you pulled it away and set it into the chair that Billy had just left.

"I don't have it on me!" You exclaimed. "I left it at home. You're gonna have to wait."

"Or," Freddy began to suggest, impatientness clouding his better judgment. "You could grab it after school and then bring it over to my house. And! ... I'll tell you how I got it and where it came from once you're over so that the trip won't be for nothing."

You gave his offer genuine thought, weighing the options in your head while your eyes began to wander around the lunch room. You had noticed how eery the vibe had become, not because of Freddy, but because of everyone else looking at him. Maybe it was because of his natural, loud-talking ways. Or maybe it was because the Breyers had inevitably caught notice of your time being spent with their main target rather than with them.

Or, more accurately, sitting with them in order to do their extra work while they made you the butt of the joke every four seconds to their peers. With that in mind, you had noticed how you actually felt more at peace with Freddy, and even Billy before he left, regardless of the stares. And... if this was what it was like to have people who were actually willing to converse with you outside of some one-sided deal, then maybe it was time for a change.

"You'd... You'd do that? Even after all of the crap I've put you through to get it back? And after I lied?"

Freddy shrugged.

"You were just being protective of your find, I mean, trust me, I get it. Superhero stuff is cool and rare. I'd lie about it, too."

You smiled to yourself, allowing it to grow when the boy nudged you gently. Once you nudged him back, a realization dawned on you when you looked back towards the empty seat, your backpack sat where Billy used to be seated.

"I still have to apologize to your brother. He was begging me for two days straight just so he could make you happy. I feel kinda bad..."

"Agh, he'll get over it. The way he talked about you last night, it sounded like he was talking about a friend rather than someone treating him like...like..."

Both of your gazes shifted towards the Breyer twins, and though their harsh and plotting stares had subsided, the sinking feeling still sat in both of your chests.

"Like those two butt-clowns."

"Pfft-! Yeah, I... I know exactly what you mean."

Freddy sighed with a nod but was quick to change subjects in hopes of solidifying your friendship.

"So, invisibility. Why?"

You smiled, eagerly sharing your thoughts with the notion that you would definitely be exchanging Brett and Burke out for Billy and Freddy. No more homework and, finally, some real friends.

I may or may not make a part two, but like... not right away, cuz I'm sure y'all want me to get on them requests that y'all have ASAP no Rocky, sooo🥴.

Let me get on that🫡.

I hope you guys enjoy this, though!

~ Star✨️.

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[shut-up-rabert]

Welcome back is the worst sequel ever for several reasons but the one that irks me the most is that they took a movie like welcome, whose charm lied in the fact that these were people in bizzare situation acting just the right mix of normal and weird that seemed appropriate yet funny, to an over the top caricaturish just another watch and forget bad movies that John has lately made a name for.

I mean, firstly they go and replace the MC . Yes, I know the most memorable ones of the movie were Nana and Anil, but I think people forgot that the MC was still Rajeev, the guy who was the link tying the normalcy and fear of Ghungru to the incredible mafia life of his BILs, he was still the normal guy holding his ground perfectly in such a flambouyant situation (and Kudos to Akshay for playing the role so brilliantly that even though he was the underdog of the film, he still made his mark as the MC with what he was given) and while that might have seemed a given at first, when welcome back introduces Ajju bhai (yuck) you realise all over that Rajeev truly was one of the main components of the film, neatly joining the mundane with outlandish. Same with Sanjana tbh. I won't go out and say Katrina is a great actress, but the way she portrayed a sweet and somewhat light headed Sanjana despite the circumstances that surrounded her, that is memorable still. I mean, if Katrina seems like a better actress than Shruti Hassan, you know you doing shit wrong😶‍🌫️

And I mean, this argument can be used overall all the replaced characters. Feroz Khan as a gullible don seemed lot more funny than the tried and repeated formula of an Idiot , dramatic don portrayed by Nasruddin. Shiney Ahuja instead of Lucky was an eyesore tbh. The girl who took over Malika's role seemed to lack the wit and charm with which Ishika duped everyone, her scheming was shown a lot more often to be actually as smooth as Isha's.

All in all, bad character replacement. In case of Rajeev to Ajay, bad actor replacement aswell.

Secondly, its the script itself. It sucks, the scenes suck, the dialogues suck, the idea itself sucks. All the good scenes I remember were all references , fucking references either to welcome 1 or other Nana's and Anil's movies. Imagine making a movie so bad that Nana Patekar, Anil Kapoor, Paresh Rawal, Nasruddin Shah, Rajpal Yadav TOGETHER cannot save it and then going ahead and removing Akshay Kumar aswell💀

Just look at the stuff. Lucky’s replacement is more one dimensional than lucky despite having more scenes, Ajay and Anjana’s Chemistry is so bleh when you compare it to how cute and wholesome Rajeev and Sanjana were, Uday and Majnu are stupid enough to fight over the same girl for a second fucking time. Uday and Majnu don’t feel like Uday and Majnu; both were gullible enough and shown powerful, here they are SCARED OF HIDING A DEAD BODY YOU GUYS ARE FUCKING GANGSTERS HELLO?!?!

Thirdly and finally, expanding on the script thingie, the acting that it required from the actors is not what welcome was about.

Like I pointed out, Welcome was a comedy that was absolutely absurd, but what made the charm for me was how rationally everyone was overreacting (how is that any making sense? Lmao). It was how Nana laughed after Majnu got insulted on call, my man looking much less angry than someone who threw someone off a yatch, ready to punch Rajeev after Lucky was presumably killed. Anil Kapoor hogging a road on gunpoint and painting like, idk, a normal person? A don that doesn’t give a fuck? That ek tang nakli guy just being there for plays and it Nana Patekar just keeping him being so funny? Akshay Kumar being rightfully frustrated in situations so, so funky that it feels so wrong yet so right at the same time.

Basically, you get the point, right? The comedic sounds and overracting was limited, they let the comedy sink in and never forced it (example, the ghode gadhe waali painting) The movie was not off the hinges, just barely holding onto them. People acting weird with body language but sane with speaking (mostly), ya must be getting it I hope

Now replace that with a generic off the hinges over acting film, where the comedy is so forced that you just cannot laugh because its that unfunny. The actors are phenomenal, well ‘cept John and Shiney, so and made the last movie so good. Welcome back relied and was banking on Welcome so bad but it lacked the movie’s very essence. Who will like it? What were they thinking making it? Why?

So yeah, tldr: Welcome back sucks and Welcome has no sequel.

This post was made by Welcome is my favourite movie ever gang

*poster for extra feels*

[weebsinstash]

“Ann Veritas”

“Brad Lunaris”

Those names lmao 💀

No but deadass some of these stories have me ready to just start straight up mocking them in homestuck syntax because it genuinely feels like the author didn't take 5 seconds to start reading things out-loud to doublecheck how stupid it sounds

"My name is ISABELLA and I am an OMEGA of the HOWLERS PACK. I am only FIFTEEN YEARS OLD and it was been OVER 20 HOURS since I have slept, I have been WORKING ALL DAY to cook and clean for the pack, ALL BY MYSELF. My skin is just SO PALE and I'm just SO THIN that I am EASILY ONE OF THE UGLIEST GIRLS IN THE PACK. Every day I am BEATEN UP, sometimes for NO REASON, but I do not mind, because TODAY is my 16TH BIRTHDAY and it is the day I am supposed to meet MY FATED MATE."

Like genuinely I think if you were to ask me the worst story I've read, it would be hard to tell you because some of them are either excessively cheesy, the narrators mispronounce words, the grammar is awful, or the plot is just BAD. Like I feel like Back & Better is probably up near the top for the worst one just because of the entire premise "yeah you were bullied until the point you literally attempted suicide but your mate is your bully and he as well as two other men all force their mate bond on you which is basically rape and you fall in love with all 3 of them and for some reason they're notoriously famous Doms despite being seniors in high school which sounds like it should be illegal actually"

Like im just going to bitch about that again. I don't really consider myself a slut shamer moreso, if you have certain attitudes around sex, that's a red flag for me, and sorry, being 18 year olds who are notorious Doms at actual sex clubs? At 18? I think my genuine first reaction would be "were you molested or something, this is genuinely very gross and bizarre". Like no offense that gives me "I need you to get tested before I so much as swap spit with you" energy.

Actually this reminds me of a concept I've been playing with off and on. So imagine we have Reader who is either a late bloomer werewolf or a human, but either way was not raised in a pack, knows nothing about wolves, and during a road trip or vacation or something you bump into the Alpha of a pack and it's like, oh hey, he's actually like, really powerful and strong and not exactly ancient by werewolf standards but like maybe he's even a couple hundred years old. And he's been waiting for his precious mate this entire time and its you and he already adores you more than life itself 🥺

And imagine he's kind of this quiet hardened leader, dedicated and wise but by no means like old or incompetent. He's the leader of a strong pack, despite never meeting his mate. And for some of these audiobooks, there's a concept where the strength of the Alpha is the strength of the pack itself, and well... imagine if it is by no means unusual that you're walking around, trying to see what could potentially be your new home, and every so often you notice, "hey there's actually a decent number of pregnant women in this community" and you find out that, because the Alpha didn't have his mate for all these years, one of the ways he was bolstering pack strength and numbers was by breeding with females from his pack, not even out of love either, just procreation for strong future pups

Like "hello fated mate who I love ever so dearly, you don't mind that I've slept with most of the women in this pack at some point right? You've met several of my children already but that's OK because you and I will be having plenty of pups" like actually no thank you sir, fated mate or not I would kill myself before living in, like, essentially a village where my husband has slept and fathered children with most of the unmated women above a certain ranking, like. No lmao? Like imagine you're still trying to get to know him and a woman comes up in tears and just slaps him, "so now that you've found your mate you're just going to abandon me and our children?! I LOVE YOU, you bastard!" Like i think that'd put him in a bad light so fucking fast

Imagine if that Alpha Luna mate bond/strength of the Alpha and Luna is the packs strength bullshit is so strong that you're literally not when hooking up with the Alpha yet havent so much as pecked him on the cheek and several mated wolves have suddenly become pregnant after years of trying, like, the pack literally blessed by your presence, they're all so happy, they want you to stay, and of course this is when you find out you absolutely hate a ton of how werewolves live

Like lmao I was brainstorming ideas and I actually accidentally made myself shaking angry at the concept of like, imagine if you've been trying to get to know the pack and the Alpha while gently correcting people "hey don't call me Luna I'm new here and you know, who knows if I'm even staying" and at some point you find out the. Um. Extremely questionable ways they raise their children. You see a bunch of kids violently bullying one of the weaker and smaller children for being an Omega. You see children having to run self defense drills to be able to protect themselves and their pack but treated like trash if they underperformed. Imagine you see a higher ranked wolf just wailing on a kid during a training fight to the point it becomes a beating with the adult genuinely hurting the child as a punishment for failure and you go to tell the Alpha and he's like "yeah thats normal? Our kind can't afford weakness"

The fated day comes when you see a teenager have a smart mouth with your supposed-to-be future husband and challenging his authority and your beloved mate just raises a hand and backhands this kid as easy as breathing air and starts off on a tirade about how it isn't the child's place to question the authority of his Alpha, that hes expected to obey amd nothing more. Imagine the pack's shock when you stroll up to the strongest member of their community, "if strength and violence is how you solve all of your problems, what do you think of this" before slapping him as hard as you can if not beginning to try and fight him outright before someone else has to pry you off because he doesn't even defend himself from you

The Alpha standing there while you start ranting in his face about "is this supposed to be strength? Hitting children? Picking on those weaker than you? Am I supposed to be impressed you're an adult man who can't control his temper and responds with violence? Am I supposed to want to live in a community where people think this is ok?"

Like imagine being the Alpha and you're in the middle of disciplining some disrespectful pup, asserting your authority like you always have, after all you're the main protector and leader of this pack and it's important your authority is revered, and all of a sudden you can sense your mate and you look over and she's just got a hand clenching the shirt over her stomach with tears spilling down her face while she looks at you like you're an absolute monster and you realize with horror that she just made the decision that she's never going to have children with you, let alone let you be her husband

Like imagine you're just bawling your eyes out trying to go back to the room where you have your things because you're IMMEDIATELY convinced to leave, you can't be here, you can't get pregnant here, you can't bring a child into this, let alone with a man who thinks this is ok in a community that supports this, and you're trying to gather all your clothes together while absolutely sobbing because, this was supposed to mean EVERYTHING! this was supposed to be YOUR SOUL MATE. And it's ruined! And the Alpha is just listening to you pour your heart out and (try) to reject him and you've got your little bag of clothes in your hand and you go to leave and he's just there in the doorway and just. Steps out into the hall and, click! Locks you in.

Like all I'm thinking of is how in The Silent Alpha the Moon Goddess mentions fixing people up when she thinks they balance each other out so it's "her plan" for you to mellow him out a bit while he's your strong protector (since you're just so Emotional and Weak UWU) and it just leads to you basically getting worn down until you're practically just a possession of his, having your own small authority as pack Luna but you're mostly just "oh his sweet little precious mate you're so small and cute 😍 " and God forbid if you're a human and you refuse to let him turn you, he'll probably just do it anyways, unless he likes the idea of you staying human or like, werewolfism isn't contagious in this story. Who knows maybe you'll even get extra super unlucky and Moon Goddess will give you some sort of magical power that the werewolves have extra reason to want to keep you for ;)

[genderqueer-karma]

AHHHHHHH (putting this under a read more so you can just scroll. nothing personal i just know y’all don’t give a fuck ♡)

okay so if you’re not new here you know i have a personal beef with moi-même-moitié, the gothic lolita fashion brand started by the one and only mana様 back in ‘99.

why? if you’re also familiar with the brand you know that in recent years the quality has been unfortunately decreasing. dare i say severely. still not the worst, but yk.

moving on, however, there’s this new one-piece (dress), officially called the “sleeping garden” long one piece, that they’re releasing on this friday, 25 aug, that initially had people kinda peeved for a myriad of reasons; most notably the way its blue color way looked in conjunction with its pattern.

i won’t lie when i say that some of these comments made me laugh… i don’t remember who said it, but their comment was essentially “this dress looks like something that would be in a slideshow with alan walker music playing behind it”… maybe i giggled.

like always, in addition to this, people complained about the fact this dress was most likely 70-100% polyester (a very cheap, artificial fiber based on cotton) yet would no doubt cost upwards of 300 usd. (it doesn’t, afaik, but it gets very close. rough estimate says 40k jpy is somewhere in the range of 260 - 280 usd 💀)

the probability that m-m-m have seen these complaints is not low. in fact, people were quote-tweeting the announcement(s) with their negative/joking comments.

so what’s the deal w/ me rn?

they released a new image today. of mana himself wearing the sleeping garden one piece, but in its gray/black color way. and, to put it plainly:

he. looked. NICE. absolutely BEAUTIFUL.

i always think that about him, but i feel like the game was stepped up a bit. new, super long wig with a hime cut, glitter under the eyes… (cunty honestly.) they really want to sell this. maybe because this is a new item?

however, i’m still a bit peeved. moitié heard the complaints and did *nothing* (because why would they? a company will do what a company does best.)

they kinda waited* for people to move on and then dropped the photo, basically trying to say, “hey! look! see? mana様 likes this! you like him, don’t you? so why don’t you like this?” ‘this’ being a plastic dress that’s way too expensive for what it’s made of. and i think it’s a bit of a pattern they continue to fall into.

*(technically, they did continue to post about it, but nobody really noticed/cared. it wasn’t until they released this new image that people were like “yo! new mana image!!!” basically forgetting their complaints.)

they fail to address issues people have with them and then kinda just put it on mana to make them look better? it’s kinda gross and weird imo.

originally, this post was just gonna be me gushing about how beautiful/ethereal/etc mana looked in the new pictures but then i got to thinking again, which culminated in this.

also let me be 100% clear (if you made it here?): i am not dissing mana or the vision he had for moitié as a brand back in the 90s. however. even in all my love for him i understand intrinsically that moitié now is a company above all else. not a friend, not even mana, really. a company. and one that has kinda shot business practices as of late.

thank you for coming to my talk 🫡

[nfumbewalk]

About Rodolfo! 💖💀💖

Here's Rodolfo's altar the way he wants it, when not doing magical/spiritual work. Only thing I'm missing is a red "kerchief" (he used this old term) for underneath his vessel. I ordered him some. He also wanted that damn rosary around the skull, which is hard to do. Thank God he is happy with the crucifix on the rosary that's hanging. I didn't want to buy one. His Bible has to be there too. 😊 Coffee and tequila to left, not right. Lol! He suddenly got fussy. The vessel? He says, don't touch until kerchief arrives.

He just told me to write his name in the Bible. Interesting. I think he's showing more presence and a stronger personality lately. And...I'm noticing that if I mention Rodolfo around my husband Tom, he acts strange. Uncomfortable and like he's not wanting to listen. I wonder if Tom has seen Rodolfo? He's been pretty active lately and Tom and I were bickering badly for a while. I doubt Rodolfo will put up with shit. Being a Free Soul biker, and a fellow military man as well. Both Army. Though Rodolfo's rank was PFC, they were both medically discharged. I think Tom was an E3.

Anyway, things quieted down. Not Rodolfo though. He scratched at the bathroom door again and I heard his denim clothing very close to me. He touches my hair, sometimes he brushes my shoulder. Its very lovingly and sweet though. He's 59 now, died at 35. Seems tragic. He told me that he died of a gunshot wound to his gut but that it wasn't crime related, an act of his own will. He said he didn't want to trigger my harmful thoughts by telling me that he killed himself.

I understand though. Having been too close way too many times myself, I feel that familiar sense of desperate woe with the cycle of constant ideation. I'm sure the Army caught it too. He said when "he had the accident with his hand, he felt worthless, no job, without potential anymore. It all weighed him down and he could barely seek treatment because his family judged him and his father called him weak. At the end, he went with some heavy drugs, MD (Mad Dog), and a single shot .38 pistol aimed for his jaw. The gun slipped (he was high on heroin), the shot hitting him in the large intestine and pierced the sac. He was taken to Sacred Heart by a buddy nearby.

He died on the table during surgery because of a heart problem unrelated to the injury."

This is verbatim from what he has told me via channeling. Some was knowledge that I picked up because Rodolfo cannot recall parts of his own death. This is a common feature for most ppl because the "death process" is quite tough and sometimes traumatic - like with Rodolfo. Ppl usually do not remember their own death, though some with extreme trauma do. The death process is different for everyone. The smoother the better.

I really feel Rodolfo's pain. Luckily, he remembers, but isn't obsessed by it. It doesn't haunt him.

I was going to mention how I initially met Rodolfo! I'll probably be repeating shit, but here goes. Lol!

So, Tom was off of work on disability. For some reason, we loved Dairy Queen in 2011 or so. There happened to be a great, secluded, graveyard a little ways down 126 from DQ. Its a town called Noti. Dinky little spot. I 💖loved💖 that graveyard! My Tata in Palo wanted me to do more work in the graveyard, particularly assembling a spirit group to work with or collecting a muerto into a specific quartz crystal of mine. Yes, he was a Tata. Yes, he was on the fringes of Palo. And, yes, he is deceased now and refuse to speak ill of the muertos!

So, Tom and I kept going to the graveyard several times a week. The death energy was so frightfully strong. It had a sound - like those Solfeggio songs that you can find on YouTube for chakra cleansing. It sounded like the 852 hz tones, activating the Third Eye. Rather than the 452 hz which is opening and balancing the Third Eye.

What was I doing there? Meditating, communing with death energy, chatting with muertos, and visiting Free Souls! We found a modest grave with a simple stone. Tom noticed the Army rank and we saw Vagos and Nomad, other biker gangs. I liked this bikers name. It looked romantic. Rodolfo! I couldn't manage his last name!

We spent time there. My gifts weren't all apparent or present yet. I was a powerhouse according to Antonio, my Tata. His predictions came fuckin true! I decided to bring my quartz to the graveyard plus the payment and booze. I did the ritual collection my own way. I wasn't sure that it worked.

Well, it DID work, but Rodolfo had no shelter. Stupidly, I thought he was gone. Oh, little did I know. From 2012 to the beginning of October 2022, I had no idea what was going to happen. I met another Tata, Angel. He taught me things. About vessels. I remembered Rodolfo out of the blue. Angel told me to do the ritual. It was like a switch got turned on! My entire life changed for the better. 😊 Angel said my vessel looked very powerful, muerto within, and a total success.

Sorry but Paleros are quite special - they see and pick up things others do not. Maybe its the special "eye" of the cauldron - the mpaka. Dunno. If I mess up Palo terms, I apologize. I don't use them daily. 😉 I will be looking for some Spanish language Palo books though!! I'm not even close to knowing Spanish, but I can read a little. Rodolfo makes fun of me when I pronounce things funny, but its all in jest.

Now I know how Rodolfo died. I channeled it as I was writing this post. I had to pretty it up. Made me teary.

Thanks for reading if you got this far!

M.M. 💖💀💖

[wainwrightjakobshammerlock]

CHAPTER SIX!! THE FINALE!!

hiii wainwright its always so nice to see you <3. love the rewind of some of the older narration for the other family members coming back to him but changed. and omg,,,gender affirming male pattern baldness. small price 2 pay for euphoria.

(points at the screen) angle,,,,

my old man yaoi. finally. (says this every time wainwright and alistair are within five feet of each other.) but AUGH you have such a charming way of writing the romance between these two.

waow,,,,marshall and the manor 🥺 . okay wait staying up this late to read this might have done something to me bc now im emotional over everything in this but especially with these two for some reason.

class traitor wainwright lets fucking GOOOOOOOO. which has been brewing for several chapters now ofc but joking aside. idkidk this portion of the chapter was very cathartic to me. this entire chapter is that way of course but i specifically loved this section!

angel AGAIN!! soso happy to see her have her peace. and shes drawing again. a little funny to see the differences in our aus after writing all of that for my bandit rewrite. your angel sitting peacefully by the water vs mine getting hit with a hammer looney tunes style over and over again.

and some more sweetness interrupted by. a concerning amount of pink. oh, its fine! its fine! im sure its fine. sweating a little.

HIIIIIIIIIIIII STRANGEERR. my dear, slightly offputting very best friend. i Need to read all of jfv what is up with this guy.

AND THERE IT IS! what a sweet chapter,,,,i have finally finished alivemanor. it is also 5AM so. goodnight. or goodmorning, rather. im going to bed. 💀

:) have a nice rest!

you are now ready to read commentary edition, but of course maybe eep first LMFAO

[egophiliac]

This may seem a bit dumb question for someone who's main in en server. But I need to prepare myself before chap 6 is coming. Anyway, is chap/book Ignihyde gonna be THAT hard?? I've seen a lot people kept saying they're not ready for chap 6 or good luck for 'that' battle. Is it that difficult?

some preparation would be a good idea, actually! if you just want advice with absolutely no potential spoilers (even vague ones), then I'll say this:

the best thing you can do for yourself is -- for the later part of episode 6 -- try to have at least one SR or SSR card no lower than level 40 for as many characters as possible (specific ones at the bottom 👇👇👇). I've seen 40 as the minimum recommended level but honestly, go as high as you reasonably can, especially with your SSRs.

I'll try to keep spoilers to a minimum, hopefully it'll still make sense :')

SO! most of the frustration revolves around chapters 6-66 and 6-67, which are both split into subroutes with multiple subchapters/battles that follow three different groups of characters. you have to finish all three routes to get to the next chapter, and they force certain requirements that can make it a lot more difficult if you aren't careful:

you build your teams at the start of the chapter, and can't change them without resetting your progress. (if I remember right, you do get a chance to rebuild for 6-67.)

teams are built by character, instead of by card like they normally are, and each one has 2-3 required characters locked into that team. you can use any cards of that character, but you can't use multiple of the same character, or use them in a different team. also, no guest/friend cards.

they tell you what the element of the bosses are, but the other battles are just...whatever. if you can manage more than one 40+ card for a character, having good type coverage will help out a lot (why yes, I did get stuck for an embarrassing amount of time on a low-level rando because I got unlucky with type matchups, what about it).

there's a couple of points where you have to wait several real-time hours before continuing. this doesn't have anything to do with the team building, it was just annoying. c'mon. >:(

to be fair, I think some of the general frustration comes from how out of nowhere it was, so it's sure to be much easier if you go in with some idea of what it'll be like. (on my first attempt I tried to be cute and put everybody with their friends. it...did not go well.) I also had a particularly hard time of it because 1) F2P = less SSRs to carry me, and 2) I hadn't really focused on any cards outside of my special little garden of favorites, so not being able to use multiples of the same character for everything kinda left me boned. I'd be lying if I said it didn't feel great when I finally got through it though!

more specific info:

in 6-66, the bosses are a 5-turn survival battle; in 6-67, they're infinite battles (reduce their HP to 0 to win) and, subsequently, much harder to get past. personally speaking, the Wood one was the hardest for me because it heals itself between turns (and also I had literally no good Rook cards at the time). your mileage may vary!

Team 1 - required characters are Vil, Epel and Rook, boss element is Wood

Team 2 - required characters are Leona and Jamil, boss element is Water

Team 3 - required characters are Riddle and Azul, boss element is Fire

teams are 5 characters as per the usual, so make sure you have good cards of the required boys and at least six to complement them, plus a few more if you want to be careful. this is ONLY for those two chapters, which are pretty late in the episode (for JP it came out as part of the final episode 6 update) so you've got time to prep!

there's the obligatory overblot battle later on that is technically harder (stronger + more HP and all that), but it felt SO much easier in comparison just because it was back to normal Twst rules. really hoping that episode 7 doesn't pull its own shenanigans 💀

[bitchapalooza]

Some father-son hcs for Giacomo and Larry!

Larry was roughly 30 when Giacomo was born. (Larry is 46 now!)

Hes very serious when he says it was the happiest day of his life. He was nearly late because he was at work when he got the call, but luckily he got there in time.

But when he finally got to hold Giacomo in his arms, he was so happy! He didn't feel overworked or sleep deprived for once. He was giddy. Hed been waiting so long to meet him after being told he was going to be a dad. He felt like he actually had a reason to work so hard and so much.

When he and his wife divorced, it was mutual but still pretty rocky. Giacomo was about 5 when it happened. He remembers just being confused and wondering why he was visiting his grandparents so often until suddenly his dad is moving out without them and his mom is selling the house and moving into an apartment.

When Larry started dating again, Giacomo didnt know how to feel. And like any confused 7 year old, he kind of took it out on the woman his dad was seeing— Katy.

He was never really mean or did anything mean, its more like he always chose to ignore her when she'd try talking to him. Happened more often when Giacomo found out Larry and Katy had been dating for several months before introducing Katy to him! He felt like Larry was lying to him when he brought her over for dinner! His little kid brain just assumed they just met that exact day lmao

He mainly acted this way, though, because he thought his mom was gonna leave if Larry and Katy got married 😭

When his mom finally explained to him that nothings gonna happen to her and she'll be his mom forever and Katy wasn't planning anything, he settled down. Still was weary of Katy, but at least he was more open to her like telling her his interests for example.

Now, Gia and Katy are on good terms of course. He was the ring bearer for their wedding and he was super serious about his job!

Larry and Giacomo used to be much closer than they are now. Giacomo used to be so excited about his summer weekends with his dad, but for the past couple summers, Giacomo's been distant and recently has been holing himself up at his base.

Larry did try to speaking to him about going back to school and getting serious about his education, especially if he wished to go to college like he planned, but Giacomo wasnt having any of it. Even brought up the fact that hes not home often enough to even know whats going on so maybe he should "back off". But Gia never made the effort to let either of his parents know what was going on in the first place.

Things are... Not better, but at least Gia doesn't get upset or yell at his parents anymore. Since dealing with his bullies, his attitude has improved.

When Larry did learn about the bullying, he was not happy. Especially when no one from the old staff told him until recently when Gia came out about himself.

Larry's idea of having fun outtings with Gia are taking him out to eat and taking him to work 💀

He doesn't get Gia's interests, but tries his best to encourage them if they make him happy.

Larry prides himself on not raising a spoiled child. He taught Gia, from a young age, to ALWAYS work hard for his money. He never once spoiled Gia and always assigned him chores in order to earn his allowance. And once he started Pokémon training and earning money through battles, Larry sat Gia down so he could properly learn how to save and budget money.

He was realistic with him that working in the real world wasn't going to be great, even if you've gotten your dream job. There's always set backs and you have to learn to live with them. Sometimes you may have to choose between work and making a living or your desires. And Gia has kept these lessons in mind.

Larry honestly misses the days when Gia was so small. During his paternity leave, Larry spent so much time bonding with Gia before he got busy with work again. He'd sit in the chair in his nursery, holding Giacomo to his chest so he'd hear his heartbeat, copying exactly how Gia's mom held him.

The first time Gia got sick it was an ear infection. He was crying for hours non stop with a fever and even threw up a few times. While his mom was freaking out and worried because the fever wasn't getting any better after two days even with medicine, Larry sat there calling his mom for her "miracle remedy". He too had frequent bad ear infections as a child and already figured Gia might too. His mom advised him what to do to ease the discomfort and keep him calm and he immediately set out to get the things. It was just a stuffed animal he could put a rice heat pack in and put to his ear(s) for a few minutes. At times like these Larry would stay up all night if he had to to help Gia with the pain.

Unfortunately, these ear infections didnt become less common as Gia grew up like Larry's did by age 8. He still gets them now, but antibiotics respond well and fast enough. His mom refuses surgery like doctors suggest, but Larry would honestly prefer it if it meant Gia could stop taking the antibiotics so much.

Larry loves his son. He loves him no matter what. He grew up without his father in his life 90% of the time and is determined to make sure he doesn't do the same to Gia. Its hard to do with his work schedule and all, but hes in Gia's life way more than his own father was his.

Larry has tried playing the video games Giacomo likes, and he got motion sick. Very motion sick. And Gia brings this up constantly.

No, Larry does not make dad jokes. He cannot stand them. Giacomo, to annoy his father, makes the dad jokes instead. But you won't catch him doing it around his friends. Yeah he'd rather die.

[angel-noaxod]

Alright Im sorry this came out late but for some reason tumblr wouldnt upload this post so here we go!

Angel and Davey tattoo headcanons!

Its mostly for my Angel oc but there are a couple Davey's so-

First, matching tattoos

Angel has a tattoo of a wolf howling on their back while Davey has angel wings and a halo on his chest

Welcome to me struggling to draw abs hahehad first time drawing a chest tho, not too bad

(Not me forgetting to draw a halo on the wings-)

Davey wanted to honor his dad with a tattoo, something to carry with him everywhere. Davey's dad, Gabriel, drew a little honeysuckle flower on this notepad (Gabriel artist headcanon 👀)

Davey found the little drawing when he was cleaning out his office after his death. He held on to it for the day it would get a tattoo, but he's never been strong enough to go by himself and at the time, he was so distant from the pack. After meeting Angel, he began to accept his death but of corse would still miss him, and Angel went with him to get said tattoo.

This is what it looks like (ignore my signaturd on the drawings lmao), and I didnt put it there bc I didnt think of it at the time but Davey also got Gabriel's death time and date :,)

Angel also wanted to honor Gabe's death(as well as Davey's mom). And I loved how someone on Youtube said that we knew Davey's dad through himself. With all the stories that were shared between listener and Davey. Since Angel felt like they knew Gabe, thy got a tattoo of a honeysuckle flower on the right calf

My Angel oc loves lucky things, like angel numbers (heheh) and manifesting shit. Their lucky numbers are 8 and 18 (because they're mine too 💀)

They woukd see these this numbers everywhere so they got them tattooed on their wrist

My Angel oc was in choir, loves music and singing. They know how to play SEVERAL instruments and taught themself to read sheet music. Their favorite music note is the bass clef

My Angel oc also had two older sisters that unfortunately passed away (that will be explained in my HP and redactedverse fic series)

I nicknamed them Astro(star, oldest) and Luna(moon, middle). In honor of Angel's sisters, they got two little tattooes of a star and a moon on their wrist

Angel has never had real family since their sisters passings. They had a few friends but after school, they never saw them again. Their adoptive dad was so bland and their mother was far away and they honestly loved sork but hated coworkers so they are so alone for half of their life.

Angel finally found family after meeting Davey, and they absolutely adore the Shaw pack, so they doodled around andcreated a symbol using s, h, a, w, and got a tattoo

Tis canon that Angel loves their nickname, and calls themself it as well as others in the pack. Now they would have to get a tattoo symbol of their beloved pet name from Davey

They drew one up and got it tattooed

Angel has one more tattoo on their forearm but thats kind of a spoiler so I wont get into that one. Feel free to question whatever you think it may be :))

Angel plans to get more tattoos but they're not sure of what. And like Davey, they dont get tattoos unless there is a meaning to them.

Davey loves to trace Angel's tattoos, and will listen to Angel babble about their tattoos and where they're from, what they mean, when and how they got them.

That's all the tattoo stuff I got for Angel and Davey :DD

[hopelesshawks]

Hiiii! Can I request a fic with kirishima X fem!reader who where reader was rescued from a kidnapping ring and has had amnesia for a couple years so no one knows what her quirk is. But then they're attacked again (all the pros and the rescued ppl ) and reader takes a hit that jogs her memory and then everyone realises her power rivals AFO. Mild angst with major fluff ,pretty please!

I think I rambled sorry. I hope this works ^_^

I’ve got you anon! I tweaked things a tiny bit? But nothing too major so I hope you’ll like this. Sorry it’s taken a million years to get it to you, it’s been a busy few months 💀

You've forgotten a lot of things but you'll never forget the day you were rescued.

You'd been trapped and in the custody of your captors for years alongside a small handful of other people. But unlike the others you had zero recollection of why you'd even been taken in the first place, who you were before your capture, or even what your quirk is. They took care of you as best they could and became something of a family to you, giving you a new name and identity since your old one had been lost. As kind as your new family had been to you though, it did not counter the harsh and cruel conditions you endured.

Then came Red Riot.

Well he wasn't the only one who came but he was the one you noticed the most. It was a blur honestly when you were rescued. One second everything was as normal and the next a blast shook the walls of the compound you were kept in. Chaos broke out but before you knew it a large, muscular man, with bright red hair and equally red eyes was pulling you into his arms.

"Are you ok?" he had asked with a deep voice that rumbled through his chest.

You nodded and soon afterwards you were being rushed out of the building. From there it was a whirlwind of paramedics and then a hospital visit, but the gorgeous man with crimson hair and crimson eyes was consistent, staying by your side through as much of it as possible. You only discovered his identity by asking one of the nurses after he had gone and while you had wanted to reach out and thank him properly, you never saw him again.

Until tonight.

It's been a year since that fateful day you were rescued and the HPSC had organized an event in honor of the anniversary, inviting all of those saved and the heroes involved to attend. You’d be kidding yourself if you pretended that you’d gotten properly dressed up and fancy for this event for any reason other than the high possibility of bumping into Red Riot again. It’s a foolish notion. You’ve been following his career since the rescue and its rise has been nothing short of meteoric. He’s got brand deals, he’s topping hero charts, his agency with Dynamight has hit legendary status, and there’s no way a man that handsome and that successful is still single. Still a part of you hopes.

It isn’t until late in the night that you accidentally bump into a solid wall of muscle only to look up and fond the very man that you’d been both eager and dreading to see. He immediately flashes you a broad grin full of razor sharp teeth, like the love child of a shark and a golden retriever. “Hey I remember you!” he beams.

“You do?”

Its hard to believe him. Why on earth would he remember you? He must save hundreds of people any given week, you’re not special just because you developed an unshakeable crush.

“Of course! You ever get your memory back?”

So he did remember you. It made something warm swell up in your chest to realize, your own smile starting to form.

“No I didn’t… but I’m ok with that at this point honestly. I probably wouldn’t recognize the person in my memories anyway,” you shrug.

Red Riot opens his mouth to say something else but he’s interrupted by the sound of a loud blast coming from behind him. His eyes widen as he activates his quirk, quickly covering you with his body right as another detonation occurs. Even with his protection you both are sent careening through the air, landing heavily several feet away as chaos erupts in the venue.

When you sit up your head is spinning and a quick check with your fingers confirms you must have hit your head as its now bleeding pretty profusely. You try to make your eyes focus, searching for Red Riot amongst the debris, but when you spot him dread fills you.

He looks rough. Your old captors have returned and this time they did so fully prepared. Clearly they‘ve brought people they specifically thought would counteract the quirks of your once saviors and now one such villain is clutching onto a barely conscious Red Riot. Its hard to think through the haze of your disorientation. All you know is that you don’t want to just sit here and watch your hero be hurt or killed.

Just as you’re starting to cobble together a half-baked plan you notice the villain rear back with energy pooling in his palm, a sick grin on his face that tells you nothing good can come of it. You look to Red Riot, not sure what to expect, but the grim look on his face is a stark contrast to the bright grin you’d seen on him only minutes before. Your heart stutters in your chest as you realize theres resignation in his look. It hits you then that he’s not expecting to walk away from whatever is about to happen. Your heart shatters and any thoughts of a plan shatter with it. Instinct alone has you surging forward, shouting his name. Both he and the villain turn towards you, his eyes widening in surprise as he tries to warn you to get out of there but you don’t listen. In fact your body acts on its own and before you know it an overwhelming surge of energy rushes forward, enveloping the villain and forcing him to his knees almost instantly.

Your brows furrow in confusion. Did you do that?

A quick look down at your palms reveals a golden light swirling around them. You knew you probably had a quirk, your doctor had assured you that you lacked the foot abnormality indicative of quirklessness. But still to see it in action so suddenly? And something so seemingly powerful too?

You didn’t have time to think about it too much longer because with the enemy dispatched by your quirk’s sudden reappearance, Red Riot wastes no time grabbing onto you just like before and sweeping you away to safety. He drops you a safe distance away from the now ruined banquet hall then hesitates. He knows he needs to go back but his eyes stay locked on yours a moment longer before he forces himself to go provide backup.

When its all over and the villains have once again been apprehended, Red Riot comes to find you. You start to thank him again but he shakes his head before you can fully get the words out.

“I should be thanking you! You saved my butt with that quirk of yours. Its seriously something else,” he grins but you can only frown down at your hands.

“It’s only something else if I can control it and I don’t… I don’t remember anything about it, I just reacted,” you admit.

“I could help.”

Your head snaps up to meet his eyes and you’re a little surprised to see Red Riot looking flustered, his face almost the color of his hair as he scratches the back of his neck sheepishly.

“I mean uh just if you want me to. We could train together? I could help you figure out how to control your quirk and then maybe we get dinner together after? Or something?” he continued, stuttering just slightly as he spoke.

“I’d like that a lot actually,” you reply, a smile stretching across your face.

Once again it was a whirlwind of paramedics and a hospital visit. Once again Red Riot stayed by your side for as much of it as possible. But this time when you leave, not only do you know his name but you have his number too.

Its been a year since your rescue but you don’t resent anything that happened to you there or since. Because all of it brought you to where you are now.

All of it brought you to Eijirou Kirishima.

[dollyprincessollie]

Sara, Joe, and Shin: 2, 8, 9, 10

HI SORRY IM LIKE 1 MIL YRS LATE I WILL DO THIS NOW....

Sara:

2. Them several years past their main adventure

I think Sara would need like. probably the most time to heal out of everyone. Being put in a position to lead, especially as a teenager, is already hard enough, but with such a like. High Stakes Situation, it's even harder. I don't think she would be miserable forever, but I do think it would take years for her to recover. After her recovery, I think she would still have this strong sense of protectiveness for any of her friends, but like. in a Healthy Way (since its post recovery lol)

8. Their interactions with their significant other(s), if they have them

I think she would be a very protective partner. Not like, jealous or possessive, but just like. Idk if her partner had a problem with someone else, she'd be quick to confront whoever's bothering her partner 🥺 girlboss

9. Their interactions with their best friend

OK I think she, Joe, and Ryoko are like.... those groups of friends you see in public that just laugh at everything. I feel like they just point at stuff and make jokes about it 😭 But I do think that Sara herself is the voice of reason between the three of them and has gotten them out of trouble like a TON of times... or at least got them to Avoid trouble gfijddfgkofds

10. Their interactions with an enemy/rival

I think she just tries to steer clear from enemies/rivals. She has better things to do than pick fights or arguments or stuff like that. But if she's being provoked, she wouldn't hesitate to tell them off :) queen

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Joe:

2. Them several years past their main adventure

Answered here! <3333 Joe mama....

8. Their interactions with their significant other(s), if they have them

He would be a very supportive partner! Like... a huge shoulder to cry on 🥺 He is always behind his partner no matter what.. I think he's also a silly partner. He treats his partner just as he would treat a really close friend

9. Their interactions with their best friend

I think between him, Sara, and Ryoko, he's like. the Funny One FUIKDODIJFKOLS He's always the first to do something really silly or point out something to laugh at... I think he's also the one to get them to do something like. risky or dangerous.... bUT LIKE within reason ofc hfuidkosjfikods

10. Their interactions with an enemy/rival

Joe would be even more avoidant than Sara, he REALLY doesn't like having like. friction with people. But if he's being provoked, he'll definitely defend himself!!!

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Shin:

2. Them several years past their main adventure

I think he'd need a lot of time to heal too, especially considering he lost Kanna. I think he would struggle a lot with the fact that he finally got to see her after like 14 years, only for her to die after a few days. I think his grieving process would take like... YEARS on end. On the other hand, I think the fact that Midori died for real (I think???) gives him closure. I think he mentioned feeling bad when Midori died the first time, but I think now he's like. more okay with letting him go. I don't even think he'd feel bitter about Midori, I think he'd just be okay with the fact that Midori's gone.

8. Their interactions with their significant other(s), if they have them

TSUNDERE SHIN 💀 i think he'd be hesitant to initiate any sort of affection with his partner..... but he wouldn't EXACTLY mind if his partner initiated it themself, though he may be a little (//>_>//) about it..... But as time goes on, he still feels like. Embarrassed about affection, but either way, he'd feel very close to them.

9. Their interactions with their best friend

I think, no matter what, Shin would be kind of an awkward friend. Even if he's really close to his best friend, he'd be kind of awkward around them. He cares about them ofc, but he's just kinda not used to having a really close friend, since Midori was that for him for a while... and it wasn't. Well.

10. Their interactions with an enemy/rival

OH GOD unlike Sara and Joe, he's honestly the one to provoke. He's just horribly passive aggressive and sarcastic - he does everything he can to break his enemy down with words, since he obviously can't break them down physically.