#its the 4th doctor’s scarf :3

[casasupernovas]

Oh God my blog seems to be glitching, I can't access my messages, I can't see my last answers in my interaction with you, I can't comment and I can't send messages. Um, well I'll try what I can.

So: I'm writing a fic and there's a character who's a huge fan of doctor who in it. Except I am not hooked at all into that, so the research is gonna be complicated. Could you, if you want, provide info on:

- what Doctor Who is about

- the latest thing that either makes you excited or think a lot or even angry

- some favorite scene

- what would be something you wish to get as a goodie (something that'd make a fan scream in delight at Christmas)

- explain a bit more the scene with who I think is Van Gogh getting emotional in a museum, or the Doctor saying "I AM THE DOCTOR" in an epic way...

(I'll keep the Rasputin-dancing Doctor scene in mind, for this one I don't need a description)

Have a good day!

Oooh!!!!

So Doctor Who is a show that started in 1963 - 1989 and was officially revived from 2005 to the present.

The titular 'Doctor' is the main character, a pseudonym chosen as a 'promise to the universe' by them, a humanoid alien with two hearts and the ability to 'regenerate' aka come back to life in a new body upon death.

They mainly present as male and have had over a dozen faces. My personal favourite is the Tenth Doctor. They often always travel with a human companion, mostly female and mainly from a recent year as the companion acts as the audience's eyes, having various adventures and saving people. The most recognisable aspect of Doctor Who is the Doctor's blue box they stole from their home planet that they travel in time and space in. It's called the Tardis, standing for Time And Relative Dimension In Space (named by the Doctor's granddaughter Susan). It is supposed to blend into any area it finds itself in but since the show's first adventure has been stuck to look like a blue police public call box.

The show is a sci-fi centering around the titular Doctor character who's something called a 'Timelord' from the planet Gallifrey, a planet that has conquered Time and Space, and most discoveries and wonders of the universe. The Doctor themselves is a 'renegade' who ran away from the stuffy colonial planet but became the last of his kind after the Time War where he destroyed it to stop the war against his greatest enemy, a race of genetically engineered mutants in a metal casing called the Daleks.

The show has many horror elements, but is also very goofy due to having some batshit storylines and a low budget. The Doctor also has a sonic screwdriver that can do anything from open doors to give readings on unknown. Doesn't work on wood though apparently.

The thing that excites me about the show its lore. There really aren't any limits, and I like how the more questions are answered, the more questions arise. I honestly feel that you can get stories out of it forever. I also love how mysterious the Doctor is. We still do not know their real name. Or much about their life and family.

Something that makes me angry about the tv show is how it can handle black characters. The show was very white and had very dodgy depictions of POC before, and it took 40-something years to have a black female companion and almost 60 years to get black Doctors.

My favourite scene has to be from Series 3, 'The Sound of Drums when companion Martha Jones' life implodes right in front of her and gets turned upside down in a matter of minutes.

As a goodie...maybe a mini Tardis toy. If you're writing your character, they probably have a favourite Doctor, everyone has one or companion There are 15 actors who have played official Doctors. There are some others but they are the mains. There also loads of companions your character may love. So I'd choose one Doctor and maybe something to do with their costume because they're all individual. E.g:

The First Doctor's hat. 2nd's flute. 3rd's coat. 4th scarf. 5th celery stick. 6th funky blazer. 7th cane. 8th cravat. 9th doctor's leather jacker. 10th long brown coat. 11th bowtie. 12th's sonic sunglasses. 13's earring.

If you also choose a Doctor you could maybe reference a companion, and that might help you narrow it down.

Van Gogh getting emotional in 'Vincent and the Doctor' is him being taken to the future by the Eleventh Doctor and his companion Amy Pond. The art curator obviously not realising he's speaking in front of the real man says how wonderful and important he and his work is, so he's very moved by it because Vincent never thought his work would become so impactful. It's even more emotional at the end because companion Amy Pond believes Vincent hearing this may change the tragic end to his life but it doesn't. 💔

'I am the Doctor' almost always comes when someone questions their authority and it's always epic because one thing that is almost guaranteed is that the Doctor will, and can save the day! Also the guy dancing to Rasputin is the Master, not the Doctor. He's a rival Timelord and an arch-enemy type!

Thanks for your ask!!!!

[stardust-hiraeth]

This didn’t have to hit me so hard

The hand touch???? He loves Sarah so much?????? Literally his best friend?????????? He looks so sad and conflicted. 

I think this is also one of the few moments we see the 4th doctor vulnerable. He’s usually much larger than life and hides whatever he is feeling behind jokes or sarcasm or moving onward. 

In Revenge of the Cyberman, when Sarah is bit by the Cybermat, the doctor is fairly calm and immediately gets to work on getting her down to Voga. When the transmat doesn’t work he gets amped up. He clearly stresses as he talks faster and rambles. When Harry says “she wont last longer” 4 shouts back that he knows and hurries. When it does work he visibly relaxes, even smiling to himself.

In The Sontaran Experiment, he keeps calm to get the hallucination device off of Sarah. Very gently checking her over once she passes out. This is tucked away as soon as the Sontaran shows up. He immediately rounds on them, distraught.

When he knew there would be danger in Mask of Mandragora and Sarah confronts him on it, he puts on the lion mask and fools around. Quote “you know the worst the situation, the worst your jokes get.”

And 4 immediately sobers up, going quiet and when Sarah says “things are bad, arent they?” He doesnt hide, but tells her the truth.

We see him vulnerable again in Genesis of the Daleks when he thinks Sarah and Harry have been killed. The explosive upset (to stop the button from being pressed) fizzes immediately. When talking to the girl in the green overalls, he stares directly at the screen where the rocket was shown. No covering up. Until he has to focus on stopping the Daleks or talk to someone.

That disappears once he reunites with Sarah and Harry. Note he shakes Harry’s hand but pulls Sarah in for a hug.

In Pyramids of Mars when Sutekh says that Sarah can be gotten rid of, 4 breaks his composure (against the mind control) to shout at him not to. He looks distressed. And once again when in the pyramid, when Sarah is trapped, he plays the fool. He tells her to relax and as soon as he looks away we can see he is a) thinking and b) distressed.

We see him reveal his hand again in Brain of Morbius. When Sarah is blinded he reassures her and guides her to Solomon. He stays cool and composed, but doesnt hesitate to take her hand when she holds it out. 4 doesnt hesitate either to to back to get the elixir of life to help get her sight back despite being almost sacrified a scene prior.

Seeds of Doom, 4 tells Scorby where the other pod is when a gun is raised at Sarah. He says nothing when its at him nor the other man. He doesnt look at her though and stares at the floor until he quips with a grin at the other gunman. 4 also jumps through a window, fights 3 guys and pulls a gun to keep Sarah from being infected by the Krynoid. Even after being tossed into a compactor, he quips once he is saved by Sarah.

And in Hand of Fear he practically mountain-goats over rocks to pull Sarah from the rubble and lets his scarf (comfort item tbh) fall off on the way over. His response to the worker was short and tempered. In the next scene we see 4 gripping his scarf (which we’ve seen him play/stim with it other times). Come to the end of the episode (the unforgettable goodbye scene), when Sarah comes in with a huff. We get a perfect shot of the Doctor looking surprised (and rather hurt). He talks very straightly, never breaking eye-contact or joking or moving to hide like he normally would. He tells Sarah the truth. When the TARDIS lands, we get a shot of him with his back to Sarah. Once again attempting to hide, distracting with piloting the TARDIS. 4 only turns to her when he says they’ve landed at “Hillview road, to be exact”. 4 is also known for blowing out a sigh when stressed (which he does here before smiling at her after they said not to forget each other). With that, 4 also pulls his coat on rather harshly and flips up the collars. He never does this before now. The entire scene has him shrouded in shadow and then with a light on him, then it goes back to an obscured view and back to a full view. We never get this with Sarah, who’s face stays in the “spotlight”, as she’s very open with her feelings. The Doctor, meanwhile, is ping-ponging back and forth between what is and isn’t expressed. The smile (not a manic grin, but probably the saddest warmest smile 4 has ever smiled) he gives her is the nail in the coffin for me. Probably the scene where he shows his hand the most. 

Now with Leela, we don’t get much of this. The 4th Doctor remains pretty on top of things and always prances around and talks and smiles his way out of things. He doesn’t get as open as he did with Sarah. Don’t get me wrong-- he is concerned for Leela a few times and even went as far as banishing her to the Outlands to keep her safe during the Invasion of Time. He cared for her but not as intensely as he did Sarah. 

He was also very open to K-9. Despite telling him to shut up and stuff, he genuinely cares for that robotic dog. Quite a lot. Enough to repair him and worry over him. 

NOW ROMANA. Romanadvoratrelundar. The first regeneration (Romana I) was cared for, but more similarly to Leela. The Doctor knew that she could hold her own and was stronger than past human companions. The same is so for Romana II. Although in certain situations it was usually because Tom and Lalla were dating so that became evident through the characters. The Doctor kept most of his feelings about things held tight to his chest. 

The 4th Doctor has me really messed up whenever he lets his guard down. Coming from a character that seemed to never run out of steam or broke (like some of the later incarnations), makes it all the more sad. So while he may be the “most alien” regeneration, he still shows a wopping amount of under-the-surface emotions. I think he’s up there with the 11th Doctor in terms of burying emotions until they get too heavy to handle. 

My point is that the Doctor (at least in this regeneration) doesn’t open up to people that he doesn’t entirely trust. People who are his best friends are the ones who really get to see what’s going on underneath all of his banter and wacky fashion choices. The 4th Doctor is a really messed up regeneration and I don’t think it’s mentioned enough. 

[cosettegf]

hii livvy hru 💌

hii sar!! i am okay <3 was overtaken with the random urge to make the tom baker 4th doctor scarf so i've been knitting and its been really nice to take a break from thinking about uni exam season 24/7 :) i hope ur well? 💗

[touchingoldmagic]

Comic Review

Today Issue Two landed! I liked most of this issue more than I liked Issue One, but I'm kinda biased because Ray is my favorite...

Here's my review of the issue. As always, under the cut is all teh spoilers, so venture at your own risk.

With Issue Two, the comic cements its feel of a collection of snippets, rather than one solid storyline. Ray's issue isn't really any sort of continuation of the story we were being told in Winston's issue. (Poe is safe!) It's still following the plot of the guys being interviewed for a book, but the interviews jump around to different subjects.

It makes sense, really. With the new movie opening soon, IDW no doubt wanted a storyline that new readers could jump in without worrying about all the convoluted plots and comic-only characters that make up the IDW canon so far. Year One is a great jumping in point for new readers, since it only concerns itself with the first movie. And in fact, anyone could pick up Issue 2 without having read Issue 1 first, and that will probably be true of #3 and #4 as well.

Just like with Issue One, we begin the story with a page of interviews between movie characters and Rebecca, the writer preparing to write a book about the GB's.

I laughed so hard at Dana here.

I kinda feel, though, that we didn't need more of these interviews? It was a good set-up to start the mini-series off and establish that these are interviews between characters, but if it's going to be the first page or two of all four issues, that's a lot of pages we could have used for actual story.

On the other hand, it sets up for some good jokes. One of Peter's students drops a reference to Animal House, the first movie Harold Ramis ever wrote. That cracked me up.

Even more so than with Winston's issue, Ray's issue feels like a bunch of brief reaction scenes, reflecting on things that were mentioned in the movie. The next page has Ray talking to Rebecca about witnessing a mass sponge migration, which of course is a line from the movie.

It's interesting that the comic writers took a different twist on the line than I think most do. While to me it seems that Ray is implying to Peter in the movie that the sponges had some sort of paranormal reason for moving, here in the comic Ray's explanation to Rebecca is more like he was just using his observation of the sponges to explain how he's fascinated with things in life/nature that have no known explanation.

Rebecca isn't interested and asks him instead how he met Egon and Peter. That leads to the next two pages, which is a flashback to Peter introducing Ray to Egon (again, this is just a reference to a line in the movie, where Peter says he introduced the two of them).

Okay but this is HILARIOUS and it's my favorite part of the issue. Because Egon, Peter, and Ray HAVE 70's HAIR. It's big and has volume and is AMAZING. I'm in love. (Also Egon is wearing a 4th Doctor scarf and I am also in love with that.) Also it's snowing and the art is just so pretty!

To be honest, though, the scene with them meeting felt a little bland to me. But I don't think that's a fault of the comic. I've read a lot of GB fanfics, and many fic authors have done their own version of the "meeting in college" scene. So I've just seen it so many times already, in a way. This one didn't stand out, it felt like any fanfic I've read before. (That's not an insult to the comic, I've read a lot of really awesome GB fanfics.)

Although I do admit I got a chuckle out of the dialog. Egon says he met Peter in a woman's studies class, due to a scheduling mistake, and Peter convinced him to stay in it to learn to be more comfortable with people. (Of course, the joke is that Peter would only take a women's studies class to meet woman.)

Great lines: Rebecca: Though they glossed over where you got the nuclear material for your proton packs... Ray: Uh, we actually had that left over from a previously approved experiment.

So then after the flashback we jump to Ray's recounting of the library situation. There's a few pages of Dan re-drawing screenshots directly from the library scene, including where the ghost transforms. I don't know why, but this recounting didn't bother me as much as it did with Winston's issue, even though there's more of it here than in Issue One. Maybe it's because Ray's my fave character, so I'm enjoying it more, or maybe it's just more obvious that this issue is more of a "clip show" than Winston's was. Either way, I'm still enjoying it.

Ray is about to turn the interview onto another topic, but Rebecca asks him if they ever went back to deal with the librarian ghost. We jump to another flashback, a point where Winston is already with the team. The library administrator shows up at the firehouse and asks for their help, saying the ghost is getting worse. Ray agrees to resolve the issue for free considering their history with the library. Peter: You didn't even negotiate, Ray. Ray: I didn't? Wow. Amazing how annoying that is, isn't it? Winston: Do I even want to know what they're fighting about? Egon: I usually find it's better to not.

The scene that follows is, I think, a loving homage to the GB Video Game, which has a whole level of the guys trying to bust the librarian ghost. We get a lot of references to the game: the ghost runs off and hides, a bunch of books become flying creatures that try to attack the guys, and the ghost's name is Eleanor Twitty.

(Interesting to note, I think there's also an easter egg reference to Afterlife in this scene. Winston asks if they have something like a duck call, that would bring the ghosts to them. Egon says they never needed one before. We know from the Afterlife toys that a similar invention, the Ghost Whistle, will be a part of the new movie.)

So they don't want to just start blasting because the books in the library are irreplaceable. This is like the rare instance where the guys are really concerned with collateral damage. It's refreshing! Especially since it's books, which are near and dear to my own heart.

Ray thinks to hold up a rare one-of-a-kind book and threatens to blast it to bits if the ghost doesn't come forward (though later he tells Rebecca he was just lying and that wasn't what he was holding).

It works and the ghost appears, and they snag and trap her, leaving the library a mess but mostly undamaged.

Peter: -to the trap- All you had to do was make polite conversation a few months back, this whole thing could've gone a whole different way. Winston: I don't think you need to taunt them when they're trapped, man. Peter: Sure you do! Ghosts have ears everywhere. This'll strike fear in their hearts.

The last page wraps up the interview. Ray tells Rebecca he was glad they didn't damage the library books, and that the administrator sold him some of the library's occult collection. He thinks about opening an occult library of his own someday, and Rebecca says he should make it a bookstore instead. This, of course, being another reference, this time to the second movie.

(Btw, Ray wore a bowtie during this interview and it's super adorable.)

So basically everything in this issue was just extrapolating on different scenes from the movie, but I still really liked it. It felt like Issue One covered Winston's feelings a little more than this issue delved into Ray's, but I liked the little interactions between Ray and Peter, and Ray meeting Egon. I wish we had more of that.

Next issue is Peter's issue, and I'm curious how much Dana is going to be a part of it! He has her photo hanging in his locker in this issue, which is really cute but weirdly high-school-ish. Somehow, that fits Peter lol.

[infinitystation]

an addition

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[ask-stjerne-and-logan]

BaFS Fanfiction Chapter 9: The Holidays (part 1)

The Holidays were around the Corner at Beacon Academy, along with Ceremonies for the graduating Fourth years. The Teachers were struggling to get the last few weeks before Graduation ready. In the middle of it all, Stjerne was watching the three members of the faculty, frantically trying to get ready for the last day. As of today, Stjerne was looking out the window, watching more snow fall. As of right now, there were 3 inches of snow on the ground.

"Glynda! Have you seen the papers I graded for the exam?!" Peach panicked in the lounge.

"They're on top of the fridge." Glynda answered, trying to help Peach and Port get themselves in order. Ozpin was in his office finishing his work and Oobleck was off who knows where.

"Got 'em Thanks Glynda!" Peach began looking through her folder.

"Where are my dust rounds? I need them for next class!" Port frantically searched the lounge.

"They're on the shelf next to the Hot chocolate!" Stjerne pointed up to the shelf, where some small boxes sat, next to Ozpin's supply.

"Ah. Thanks Stjerne." Port grabbed the boxes off the indicated shelf.

"Sure thing!" Stjerne grinned.

"Whoooh. We still have a lot to worry about it." Peach sighed, wiping her brow.

"I know. I just hope Oz takes this seriously." Glynda rolled her eyes.

"I know. Anyway, Stjerne, if you're bored, you can go play outside. Just stay near the flagpole." Peach said as she left the room, "And be sure to bundle up."

"Yes Peach!" Stjerne jumped off the box she had been standing on. She ran back to her room and grabbed her winter gear. Clockwork meowed excitedly as she watched Stjerne get ready to go out. She wore a green winter coat, a brown scarf with mitts and a pair of grey winter boots. Once she had finished bundling up, Stjerne ran out of her room and down the stairs to outside. The flakes was still falling as Stjerne started playing in the snow. Clockwork was with her, frolicking in the snow. Suddenly, Stjerne froze as she heard the bell ring.

"It's probably students switching classes." She said. Suddenly, a group of students came outside and started playing. Stjerne quickly hid behind some bushes, hoping students wouldn't see her. Groups of students began chatting outside, while other students began having a snowball fight.

"Ah! Feels good to take a break!"

"I know right! Port is super boring."

"Eh. He's not as bad as Oobleck. He seriously moves at the speed of light."

"At least Dust class isn't so bad. Peach is really fun."

And so the conversation continued. Stjerne stayed hidden, waiting for the students to move on so that she can run back to the teachers building unnoticed.

"Uh oh. I think they're at it again." A group of students started walking towards to flagpole where two students are standing and fighting over something. Letting curiosity get the better of her, Stjerne snuck over to the flag pole, taking care not to be seen by any students. Soon she reached a few bushes nearby and watched the scenario unfold.

"I keep telling you. It really works!" One student said.

"Tch. You're full of games and so's your team." The other student laughed.

"Oh yeah?!"

"Yeah!"

"Says who?"

"Says me!"

"Oh yeah?!"

"Yeah!"

"Well then I double dare you!" Everybody froze at the word "double dare."

"Ha! You kidding me?! Sticking my tongue to this flag pole?! That's dumb." The second student laughed.

"That's only because you know it'll stick!" The first retorted.

"You're full of it!"

"Oh yeah?!"

"Yeah!"

"Then I Double Grimm Dare you!" Everybody stared at the second student expectantly.

"Heh. No way." He laughed nervously, shaking his head.

"I Triple Grimm Dare you!" The First student shot back. Everybody began whispering amongst themselves.

"Alright, alright, move aside." The second student gave in and walked up to the flag pole, eyeing it nervously. He looked ready to back out, but couldn't.

"Go on you Smart alec!" The first student urged.

"I'm going, I'm going. Sheesh." The second student protested. He reluctnantly stuck his tongue on the pole.

"This Is Nuts..." He tried pulling it off, only to find it stuck. "Stuck, stuck STUCK!!!! Holy Crap, Help!!!!" The student started freaking out like a 4th grader, scaring everyone around him.

"Whoa! It actually works!" The first student exclaimed. The other student started freaking out and trying frantically to pull his tongue off without injuring it in any way. Suddenly, the bell rang again and students scattered, running towards their classes. The first student started running off

"Don't leave me?! Please, don't!!!" The second student begged like a kicked dog. Stjerne just stood there in shocked silence.

"The bell rang!" The first student protested.

"What are you gonna do?!" The other student freaked out.

"I dunno? The bell rang!" The student off, leaving her friend to suffer. Unable to leave the student to freeze, Stjerne jumped out and tugged on the Student's jacket.

"What the- Who the heck are you?" The student looked down, surprised.

"I'm Stjerne! Are you alright?!" She asked worried.

"No. All because some crazy gal dared me to do this crap." The student grunted, trying to get his tongue free.

"Wh-what do I do?!" Stjerne began panicking.

"I dunno?! Get help or something?!" The student panicked as well.

"Um.....I....um...." Stjerne looked both scared and confused. She glanced around, looking for someone to help.

"What's going on here?" The two snapped at the new voice. A tall man, with purple hair and eyes walked towards the pole. He was wearing a black coat and brown trousers with boots.

"P-professor Tyrian!" The student stuttered.

"How'd you get yourself in this scenario?" The professor laughed.

"Stupid......classmate.....triple grimm dared me....." The student could only stutter.

"Ah, I see. And you must be Stjerne. Peach told me a lot about you." Tyrian directed his attention to Stjerne, who was still standing there.

"Y-yes sir." She nodded.

"I need you to get Oobleck. This could take a while and I might need his assistance." He directed.

"W-where is he?" Stjerne asked, still a bit uncertain of the newcomer.

"He should be in his classroom, teaching a class." Tyrian answered, "Just run inside and down the hall. His classroom isn't that hard to spot." Stjerne nodded as she ran towards the halls. Once inside, she ran down the halls, looking for Oobleck's classroom. Students were surprised to see a small student running through the halls of Beacon and murmered amongst themselves.

"Wh-where is it?!" Stjerne panted, stopping to take a breather.

"Are you alright? What's a girl like you doing in the halls of Beacon?" A female student asked kindly, kneeling down to her level. She had a short light hair with short trimmed bangs, and brown eyes with glasses.

"Um....do you know where Doctor Oobleck is?" Stjerne stammered.

"Yeah. Follow me. Are you his niece or something?" The student asked.

"No, Peach is my Aunt." Stjerne said as she shook her head.

"Ah, I see. Why do you need to see Oobleck then?" The student stood up.

"Because somebody named Tyrian sent me to get him." Stjerne answered.

"Ah, Professor Pearl must have sent you. Alrighty then. Come on. I'm Mauve Kelt by the way." The student held out her hand. Stjerne grabbed on and allowed Mauve to lead her down the hall. Soon they reached Oobleck's classroom, where Mauve knocked on the door. Oobleck answered it a few seconds later.

"Hey, Professor!" Mauve waved awkwardly.

"Its Doctor, Miss Kelt." Oobleck corrected.

"Right, sorry. Anyway, I have someone who needs to see you." Mauve scratched her head awkwardly.

"Oobleck! Somebody named Tyrian needs you!" Stjerne jumped forward.

"Stjerne?! What are you doing out here?" Oobleck asked, surprised that Stjerne was even with a student.

"I was playing outside when something happened. Now Tyrian needs you!" Stjerne pulled on Oobleck's hand, refusing to let go.

"Ah, Professor Pearl. Okay, give me a second to grab my coat. Miss Kelt, will you watch my class while I'm gone?" Oobleck nodded.

"Sure." Mauve nodded, steeping inside. After a few minutes, Oobleck emerged, wearing his coat.

"Good luck professor." Mauve called.

"For the last time Miss Kelt, It's Doctor. And if I have to correct you one more time, you'll be landed in detention!" Oobleck said sternly.

"I keep forgetting! Sorry!" Mauve protested as she went back inside.

"Alright. Now, where is professor Pearl?" Oobleck asked.

"He's outside. Near the flag pole." Stjerne answered. Oobleck picked Stjerne up and dashed off at a high speed until he reached the flag pole.

"About time you showed up Barty." Tyrian rolled his eyes.

"Well forgive me, but I had to hand my class off to a senior. What happened here?" Oobleck put Stjerne down.

"This scene needs no words." Tyrian gestured at the student, who still had his tongue stuck.

"Mr Crocket..... I hope you got a good explanation for this." Oobleck shook his head, pulling out his thermos and activated the flamethrower.

"Eek!" Stjerne jumped back, hiding behind Tyrian.

"Uh....professor....." The student shrunk back in fear.

"Don't worry Mr Crocket, I'm just warming up the pole. Tyrian, when it's warm enough, pull." Oobleck instructed. Tyrian nodded and gripped the student's shoulders. Oobleck began warming the pipe, gradually heating it. Stjerne covered her eyes, too afraid to look.

"Alright.....now!" Oobleck signalled and Tyrian gave the student a good yank, pulling his tongue free from the pole.

"OWWW!!!" He yelped, holding his tongue.

"Is it over?" Stjerne asked, peeking.

"It's over. Don't worry." Tyrian answered.

"Ow ow ow ow!" The student held his tongue.

"How bad is it?" Oobleck asked. Tyrian carefully examined the injury done.

"He just got the top part stuck. It's bleeding a little, but should heal two days from now." Tyrian answered.

"Eh?!" Stjerne looked scared.

"Don't worry, he's gonna be fine." Tyrian summed it up.

"Well, I'm sure to enjoy hearing about this scenario later in detention. Because that's where you're going after classes today."

"Yessir." The student moaned.

"Stjerne, why don't we head back inside. Tyrian, could you take the boy to the Infirmary?" Oobleck asked.

"Sure thing. See ya around." Tyrian waved as he led the student off.

"Who was that?" Stjerne asked as Oobleck led her back to the lounge.

"That was David Crocket. He's a third year here at the academy. And a reckless daredevil by the looks of it."Oobleck answered.

"Okay. What about the other guy. The guy named Tyrian?"

"Oh, that was Professor Tyrian Pearl. He teaches Aura and Semblance enhancement. He's been here at the Academy for 17 years, his mentor having died two years before that."

"Oh, okay. Is Mauve a senior?"

"Oh, Miss Kelt? Yes, she is a senior here, meaning she is a 4th year. She's going to be graduating soon."

"Really? When?"

"About two days from now."

"Okay. Will I be able to see the ceremony?" Stjerne asked excitedly.

"Maybe. Depends on what Ozpin says" Oobleck answered thoughtfully.

-------(Time skip (dinner time))----------

"So you're saying Crocket literally stuck his tongue to the flag pole on a dare?" Peach laughed.

"That's what it looked like." Oobleck answered.

"And by the looks of it, I see you met Professor Pearl." Ozpin looked at Stjerne.

"Yeah." Stjerne nodded. She still felt guilty for being spotted by the students, "I'm sorry I got spotted. But I wanted to help...."

"Its alright Stjerne. We all knew the secret would get out sooner or later. At least you were able to help Professors Pearl and Oobleck with Mr Crocket." Glynda reassured her.

"How many times must I say it?! IT'S DOCTOR!!!" Oobleck fumed.

"Sheesh, blowing your top at Miss Kelt and now here." Port grumbled.

"And how do you know about that?!"

"Because she was late to my class and she told me."

"Oh."

"Whatever the case, at least Graduation is coming up." Peach broke up the fight.

"Thank heavens for that. That means a well deserved break." Glynda sighed.

"Ozpin, how come I never see Professor Pearl?" Stjerne looked at Ozpin, confused.

"Well, Tyrian Pearl, as his name is, likes to spend most of his time in the tower, where his office is. His office is a few levels below mine." Ozpin explained.

"He's basically Beacon Academy's owl." Peach shrugged.

"Don't you mean literally?" Oobleck asked.

"Huh?!" Stjerne looked back and forth between the two professors.

"Tyrian may not look it, but he's a Horned Owl Faunus." Peach explained.

"Really? But what are his faunus traits? He didn't have any wings." Stjerne asked.

"That's because Faunus wings are a rare trait. Tyrian has wider eyes then the rest of us, and he has feathers mixed in his hair. They're the same color of course, so it's hard to tell." Peach answered.

"On top of that, he can rotate his head 360°" Port said.

"You're kidding with me, right?!" Stjerne looked a bit scared at the last part.

"Don't worry. The rest of us were freaked too, but it's normal." Peach waved her hands, reassuring her.

"Ozpin, on an unrelated note, did you plan the Ceremony?" Glynda asked, changing the subject.

"Yes. It's the same as last year's." Ozpin nodded.

"Give the students their diplomas and licenses and kick them out?" Peach asked. Ozpin nodded.

"You know you have been doing that the past few years as headmaster, right?" Oobleck asked.

"I simply see no reason to detain students at the Academy for longer then needed. Once they graduated, they have to leave in order to save the world. Plus Barty, you know I was never one for speeches." Ozpin sipped from his mug.

"Lier. You're great at making speeches. You just don't feel like talking in front of a crowd." Peach rolled her eyes.

"I can confirm that." Glynda nodded.

"Hey Ozpin, can I see the ceremony? Please?" Stjerne gave Ozpin a pleading look.

"Well, if you want? There isn't much to see though." Ozpin answered.

"Just stick close to me. Okay?" Peach nodded.

"Yes Peach." Stjerne nodded, giving herself a silent victory punch under the table.

"Besides the ceremony, what else do we need to worry about?" Port asked.

"Well, as usual, I'll be planning the faculty party." Peach answered, giving them all a devious smirk.

"Oh boy."

"Here we go again." Groans erected around the table.

"What?! What's wrong with my parties?" Peach glared at everyone.

"No offense Peach, but your parties tend to be a bit too....wild." Glynda answered.

"I sense disdain in your voice Glynda. If you think you can do a better job, then you throw it." Peach argued.

"I can't! I have my work to finish." Glynda protested.

"I think our point here, Peach, is that maybe you can tone it down this year? Nothing too wild." Ozpin interfered.

"Fine. But I still want to do something special." Peach slumped against her seat.

"Hmm. What if you planned some subtle party games." Oobleck suggested.

"Okay. I'll see what I can do. Hey Oz, are we getting any visitors?" Peach asked.

"Hmmm. Well Qrow did say that he was going to drop by. And Tai also said he was interested in joining us this year." Ozpin said thoughtfully.

"Huh? Who's Tai?" Stjerne looked at everyone.

"Tai Xiao Long. He's a teacher of Signal Academy and a friend of ours." Peach explained.

"Anyway. Peach, just do your best not to go too wild." Ozpin stood up.

"Yessir." Peach nodded. Stjerne just sat back and sighed. This was gonna be a long week......

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I know it's not really the holidays anymore, but still. I know u all want more. So here ya go.

PS: Tyrian Pearl is introduced in this chapter! Hope I got the details right.

@tyrian-pearl, @cinnamon-pineforest, @phoenix-no, @saiyoyuutsume

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Back in time

BTS AU

Part1 / Part2 / Part3 / Part4 / Part5 /...

A/N: It has been such a long time since I worked on this fic. I hope I can finally finish it in the next parts. A few people have messaged me for new parts so here it is. Enjoy and sorry for any mistakes made. :)

Word count:  3,205

Warnings: None.

  The morning smelled like flowers and the sun was ever so gently gliding over your skin. Your eyes fluttered open just to find the emperor in your arms.Your tried your best to escape silently the room, but his muscular arms were keeping you in place.There was no escape. You could only move slightly and get him from your chest onto your lap.

 The hours were rolling one after the other. Your head moved towards the window of the large balcony. Slightly, you closed your eyes as the wind blew flower petals in the massive room.Your mind started wandering to different places, opening itself to many thoughts, that you had locked away since your arrival to these unknown lands. Most girls watch dramas and to be honest don’t think that they might actually end up in one of them.

  You figured out that there is a role you have to fulfill here before you have the chance to leave. Now the difficult part was finding out what it was. It couldn’t be the insomnia ,lady An was talking about. The life here wasn’t bad, but deep down you kind of felt like leaving as soon as possible would be your wish come true. You didn’t want your mission to be like one of those side quests in games where 2 months later you finish them.Yet you couldn’t think of a problem to deal with.Wondering for a long time, your mind was walking around the only thing that could be your potential job.Trying your best to ignore it ,you shook your head thinking to yourself: 

 There is nothing to do. The Emperor is sleeping soundly like a bathed baby. The brothers seem to understand each other great, the people of these lands look good. The only thing that could prove to be a problem is the 4th prince, but there is no way in hell it could be that. I mean come on. You looked down at the sleeping face of His Highness Park Jimin. He doesn’t even want to speak of the 4th’s name, not to mention tell me anything about him. Suddenly you shook your head aggressively, trying to throw this thought out. Nah, it would take me months to find out who he is and then try to solve it? Not gonna happen. I am not trying to permanently live here.I have a life back home, friends, things I want to become.

 Overthinking things exhausted you, more mentally than physically. Gently moving your arms back, the palms on your hands nestled themselves comfortably into the soft imperial bedding. Leaning onto yourself, you sighed and let your head fall down. Opening your eyes you were expecting to focus on the still sleeping man , but upon farther inspection his piercing almost wolf-like eyes were staring at you. Not being able to move, it felt like you were being hunted down.

“Your mind seems to wonder quite often girl.” his head not moving even a bit

“Y/N.”

“What?” Jimin’s eyebrows moved up slightly, but went back down with the same speed

“My name.”you repeated, looking towards your chest, trying hard not to meet his intense gaze

“Oh I know your name already. I just choose not to use it since i don’t know how to pronounce it.” as suddenly as he spoke, you parted your lips 

“i didn’t know His Highness was worried about offending people.”

 His body rose up gently and he scratched the back of his messy blonde hair.”It has to do more with manners than offence, but I suppose you can interpret it in that manner as well.”

“It’s not that difficult, at least i think so. You can say it like this ‘Y/N’.” he tried and immediately the name ringed in a unheard till now way. Coming from him it had this high class and elegant sound to it. “Wow, that was really good.” you clapped your hands together.

“You can go now.” Jimin was standing a few steps away from the bed, with his back facing you “I presume Taehyung is searching for you.Seeing how interested he is in your existence.” the words came out a tad bit sharper, but you didn’t overthink his yet unknown to you behavior.

  Leaning forward, you tried your best to get up as elegantly and silently as possible, to make sure you don’t get yelled at. Upon leaving his chambers, you leaned onto the gigantic wooden doors and sighed deeply. Your body was tense for some time now.Being alone for the first time in awhile had you relaxing so much ,that you even felt each and every stroke engraved by the hands of the master carpenter.

“Y/N.” even without looking at the person you knew right away that the voice belong to Lady An. The one thing that still puzzled you was her ability to move without making a single sound “Get up and follow me.” her hands motioned ,hidden under a piece of violet silk scarf. Walking onto the stone ground her shoes made light tapping noises. After some time Lady An broke the silence.

“Did His Highness rest well last night? “ you were still thinking about other things and answered with a nod. “I am guessing that you nodded just now. My back is facing you after all.” she assumed your gesture from hearing the rind of your hairpin 

“Ah.”you gasped, snapping out of fantasy land “Yes Court lady An, His Highness did rest well once again.” 

“I am glad to hear that.” she led you to her room in the court women’s building “Sit down child.” you did as instructed and took a seat in front of the big desk. Silence took over once more as Lady An was looking through some books. Your eyes, driven by boredom and curiosity started to inspect every inch of the room. From the moment you step in you get enveloped by a  sweet smell coming from the numerous flower oil bottles lined up next to the door on a small wooden cupboard. Its glass doors made everyone acquainted with the many jars and bottles of different sizes. The most notable thing in the room was the assortment of big and small mortars and pestles. What made them special was not only the size but the materials used. One was made from wood, another from marble, stone and even gold.Some were ridged or bumpy inside ,others smooth.

  Court Lady An was very well taught in the ways of Korean medicine and beauty. She was the second doctor so to say in the palace. The sound of a book dropping onto another one, pulled you towards the owner of this elegant room.

“I spoke with His Highness.” she began “ My thought was that since you shall be staying with us for who knows how long, you will be quite bored to just do nothing.” she pulled out a few books from under one of the many piles on her desk “i want you to help me with some things here. These books are the basics of cosmetics and some all over medicine that will be good knowledge.” Lady An stood up and fixed her hanbok “It’s still very early for lunch, so I want you to start assisting me immediately. I will introduce you with some patients.” like a loyal puppy you followed her down the stairs and into a room. 

“ Good morning miss Sung. I hope you were able to rest last night.” when the woman noticed you, she tried to get up and greet you properly, but you panicked and insisted that she rested. If doctor Ju Min decided that a patient is in need of herbal healing or has some kind of cosmetically problem he send them to Lady An. As well as patients who needed more time to heal, mostly women. The court house had many bedrooms and such it was the perfect place. 

 Court lady An took off her scarf and rolled up the sleeves of her hanbok. She leaned over and examined miss Sung.After awhile she looked towards you saying “Y/N, as you a have already probably understood this is Lady Sung. She has been here for some days now. We have been having a bit of trouble helping her with the her fever.” 

“Could it be a cold?” you knew that your only medical knowledge was based on books and information from people. It was above average indeed, but you were worried not to mess something up in the presence of someone who studied much longer than you have lived.  

“That is a good assumption,sadly it was proven wrong.”

 Lady An asked you to go back and get her mortar and pestle as well as some herbs. You were careful not to drop them on the ground and hurried back. Your eyes followed each and every move she did, trying to study them. 

“Lady An I am grateful for all you have done and continue doing for my health. Even if this might not be curable.” Miss Sung smiled 

“Nonsense. I am positive we will be able to help you.” while the two ladies were talking you suddenly remembered something Court Lady An explained to you about the current patient.

“Miss Sung?”you pulled her attention towards yourself 

“Yes dear?”

“Lady An mentioned to me that you have been experiencing numbness in your right leg.” the woman nodded “Would you mind if I inspect it?” 

“I have done it already a number of times, but nothing notable to record.” none the less the Court Lady made way for you. Looking around you had one suspicion. 

“Miss Sung, this is my first day helping Lady An and I am not well informed yet about each patient’s issues. May I ask, is the numbness and fever the only symptoms you experience ?”  

“I do have occasional headaches and nausea.I also have trouble moving caused by a slight pain in my back area.”

 You looked at both women and a bit unsure said “I think I might know what the problem is, but I would like to ask Miss Sung for permission to touch her back.”the woman agreed immediately. The thought of  finally being able to walk was filling her up with happiness. You were about to start when court lady An stopped you.

“Wait, you need to change. No matter if you are correct or wrong, you need to be prepared so everything goes smoothly.” she took you to another room and called in 3 girls.” You two ,help Y/N get dressed and you, go and grab the things she asks for.”her head moved in your direction “I will be waiting for you.” you nodded and mobilized everyone.

“I will need tweezers, a napkin, needle and thread, alcohol, bandages and water.” the girl nodded and ran like the wind. In just a few minutes you were dressed in a lighter and smaller dress, that made movement easy. Your sleeves were tied up so they wouldn’t trouble you and your hair was tightly secured away from your eyes.

“Umm.”Miss Sung almost whispered ”This might be a bit much to ask, but since we will be potentially exposing my naked back , I would like to ask someone to stay guard outside the window. We are on the first floor, just in case a man walks by.” it was understandable for a woman of this time to wish for that. Two court women were send outside to keep watch. Everyone was ready to start. You took 3 Champollion flowers and ground them very finely. You asked one of the girls to extract the oil from the paste. In the mean time you placed a piece of cloth onto your face and dunked your hands into the alcohol to disinfect them. 

  Two girls as well as Lady An herself assisted miss Sung with turning over. With the help of her explanation you were able to locate the pain source. Everyone in the room was waiting for you to say something, after awhile you stepped back and pulled up the cloth over your face to speak.

“I have good and bad news. The good news is that the problem is exactly what I thought, the bad news is that treating it might hurt a bit.” the patient was obviously a bit worried “ Miss Sung, since you won’t be able to see what I will be doing, I wish to explain things to you as I go. I think that this way you wont be too scared.”

“Oh dear, that sound delightful. You just lightened up my fear.”

“Can I get the chamomile oil?”the young woman assisting you passed over a small porcelain dish with the extract.” I will now disinfect the area and proceed with making a small cut.” Gently using some cloth you wiped the area with alcohol and placed half of the oil.The blade ran over Miss Sung’s white skin and soon two small droplets of blood rolled down her upper thigh area. You picked up the tweezers and pulled out a small object. As careful as you could, you cleaned everything off and dunked the needle in the alcohol before stitching it closed. The remainder of the chamomile oil was applied onto the wound and bandaged fast. After washing your hands you removed the mask ,you took a deep breath.

 Lady An was amazed even if one couldn’t notice it on her face. 

“Miss Sung did you fall by chance?”you asked

“Now when you mention it I did trip on my way back from the river.”

“What happened was that a stone got stuck inside a unpleasant cut. Wearing all those layers of clothes and the place where the pebble was ,easily gives the opportunity for an infection to begin.  Because of that you experienced fever, nausea and pain. I removed the little troublemaker and cleaned off the area. The herb extract will make sure that you won’t feel pain, at most mild discomfort.” 

 Miss Sung was thanking you from the bottom of her heart for your help. Soon enough you returned to Lady An’s office space. Once the doors closed you collapsed on the floor, legs shaking. The Court Lady looked at you from her seat with a calm stare.

“First time doing this?” you were only able to nod at her “I could sense your fear and worry, but being able to close your eyes to that and still do such an excellent work is astonishing. “ the cool wind blowing thought the window announced the soon awaited arrival of the moon.One couldn’t believe how fast the day rolled away. With the grace of a leaf dancing with the ripples of a lake, she stood up and helped you make your way to the bath area. 

 Once you stepped in the bath ,maids placed in the water big bangs filled with herbs and aromatic flowers. Your hair was brushed and soon after you got dressed in a lighter flowing dress. You were given a room in the this big building where you staid mostly during the day. Even if it had a wonderful bed, you couldn’t use it much. 

* knock knock * 

“Yes?” you spoke while brushing your hair once more, trying to style it in the old traditional ways

“I see you are getting ready for your nightly work.” Lady An walked over to you and knelt behind your back, you saw her movements in the mirror. “Let me help you child.” you relaxed and handed the comb over to her.

“Umm Lady An?” you whispered under your nose 

“You can call me unni.” you were shocked how open Court Lady An had become with you “What is it ? “

“What is the function of this building?” this thought had been interesting you for awhile now, some things were clear but didn’t give a full picture

“Centuries ago women had the desire to study and practice different skills, such as medicine and so on. Back then, women working in those particular areas were unthinkable, but the country answered their wishes by making the court house, if you would like to call it that. Our job here is to train maids for the different work that they will be doing, as well as take care of nobles that live here or visit for some reason. You saw the bath. We make sure the royal family is in the bloom of their beauty. Skin, cosmetics, health that is all our job. Some are healers, others herbalists. Skills vary from woman to woman. The highest level you can reach is being called Court Lady. It is not an easy rode up, trust me on that one.” 

  Word after word this place was becoming more amazing. The way women were allowed to practice their interests was wonderful. 

“Judging by your name you aren’t from around here.”

“A lot of people have told me that.” you giggled but agreed with her assumption “I know that this might sound strange, but I come from different times as well. I don’t know what purpose I am supposed to serve yet. Only thing I am noticing is that my posture and way of speaking has changed very much.”

 With a light tap you felt Lady An touching your back “We still have ways to go with your positioning.Your back is still slouched when you sit” she pulled your hair up and tied into a flower shaped bun “Your lands must let women reach very high education. You are well informed about many things, the 6th prince told me of these ‘cells’ you were talking about.” 

“Oh yes. It took quite a long time for women to reach where they are now...or where they will be.” time traveling and explanations about future moments, were as confusing as the Chinese alphabet in most of the books, around the building. You bit your lip, questioning if you should say this, but it slipped your mouth.

“Unni?” a simple ‘mhm’ echoed and that reassured you about the choice of wording the direct addressing “ I saw that there was a basement here.What purpose does it serve? “

“Well that is where we keep out talisman paper and scrolls. Usually only magicians can go there since not many of the people in these lands can practice it.”

 You were about to swing around and confront Lady An with a shocked face,but she cupped your ears and held your head in place. “Don’t move child!”her voice back to being stern “I need to make sure your hair looks good! We don’t want you looking like you just woke up when you visit the Emperor!” 

 With the last hairpin in place you both stood up and she eyed you from head to toe. “I couldn’t find a hanbok that fits you well so I went towards the more Chinese traditional way with lighter materials and more veil like pieces. It’s still with Korean traditional motives, but a mix I would say.” noticing your look she smiled, gently pushing you out of the room “Hurry or you will be late. I will introduce you to the people who work with magic tomorrow, so don’t think about that too long. Now go.” 

[cheollies]

Restart (Day 218)

Synopsis: In a different universe, an experiment designed to calculate the science behind love, resulting in millions having their soulmates replaced constantly. A compilation of Seokmin’s journal of the 218 days where you lose him as a soulmate and he’s supposed to lose you as his. He honestly just misses you dearly.

Warnings: none!

Day 1

You used to love sewing.

We used to sit on the couch together, under the blanket you made from scraps. The hoodies I no longer wore and your hundreds of floral leggings. You named it Floofscraps, and you never explained why because you would be consumed by the cute giggles that echoed from the cardboard looking walls. It was somehow miraculously warm under the giant blanket, but I never knew whether it was because of your presence or the truly magical properties of the scrap fabrics. Floofscraps smelled uniquely like us; your fresh scent intertwining the woody cologne that stood in the tiny bathroom of ours. Sometimes it feels like your scent is still wafting into my senses. I can’t describe it to you now, but it was refreshing. Painful. Dumb sugar cookies.

I remember the scene exactly; you nestled between my legs and my chin resting against your baby soft locks. I would always jokingly complain about your hair from the mess of a bun always atop your head getting into my eyes. The television would be playing the trashiest soap, the cackling sounds of forced laughter drilled in our heads at 3 am. We always watched those because you said it was a guarantee for my smile that you loved.

Fairy lights would be the only light source in the dingy living room, a few of them dimmed because the two of us would blindly trip on them when we had them on the floor instead of the walls. You always explained that the fairy lights on the floor gave ‘better ambience’, although I could never tell a difference. Your dream was to have a fairyland apartment that mimicked your crazy childhood dreams. It was your explanation for the room mist you bought that had holographic sparkles sprinkled in the liquid.

It was those moments where your cheeks would flush red from the heat of the blanket. It was those moments where your fingers were entangled with mine, you drawing dancing stars on my hand with your thumb. It was those moments where I could always explain why I smiled unknowingly. It was because of you. All of you.

Now your laugh only exists in the distant realm of my memories. Floofscraps is somewhere in this universe. The soaps stopped airing. Your holographic room mist only exists as a distant glow far far away from me.

I love you.

Day 13

You used to love cooking. Or at least the idea of it.

A pancake got stuck on our ceiling once. It was those Japanese souffle pancakes you were dying to try. One flip and it was no longer in the pan, but on the ceiling. The circle your lips formed mirrored the pancake exactly, as whispers of a laugh began to bubble from my mouth. You were on my shoulders in the next moment, the pastel spatula I bought for you on a whim raised high above your head as you tried to reach for the pancake. I hated the frown that settled on your lips when we got the scraps of the pancake down. It felt like stars showered over my shoulders when you were in my arms, your sour face pressed against my chest as I told you how adorable you looked in your worn blush apron.

The previously pristine ceiling now had an unequal circle print. You’d look up at it while we were arguing and suddenly burst into laughter, the event flooding back to you as if it happened yesterday. We vowed to never tell anyone about the odd spot on the ceiling, instead explaining to guests that it was just a mark from a badly installed light fixture. The little secret between us was a glimpse of joy in our lives when my voice could never project the way I wanted and your days were as dismal as a kicked puppy.

And to think that now, my days of dismal were nothing compared to my everyday now. I don’t even want to attempt to sing into the microphone anymore.

I miss you.

Day 22

The roads were drowning in snow today. I had earphones plugged in as I walked around our area and I ended up at our favourite cafe. I glanced into the condensated window until I saw you. You weren’t alone though; there was another man in your presence. He seems like he’s your type, and you definitely seem to clash heads with him less than you did with me. I hope he remembers what you’re allergic to. I saw you two smiling and chatting happily in our favourite cafe. Did you know that Jiyoung, your favourite barista, opened a new cafe near my place now? Although you wouldn’t recognise her even if she still worked at our favourite cafe though. Oh how I truly hate this system.

Watching you two from the glass pane, snow sticking to the threads standing from my coat, I realized he’s giving you all that I couldn’t give you. The space you needed when you were cranky and tired, emotional resilience from the other person in the relationship; the attention you deserved because he isn’t busy in his studio as you have your dinner cold and alone for the 4th time that week. It isn’t a coincidence to see how long it took you to love me and how long it took you to love him. I poured every single speck of myself on you in an instance, overwhelming your personal space and creating an awkward aura that never seems to subside with anyone in my life.

I hope he knows your order at the cafe. Iced vanilla latte that gave you brain freeze in every sip for the summer, or hot chocolate for when the cold is so unbearable you’re enclosed in your furry white scarf and rosey ear muffs. You loved snow days and you’d sit at the cafe all day, staring at the fluttering flurries decorating the pavement outside the window.

He seems like a nice man. I can see it in his eyes; he loves you dearly. And your eyes sparkle as he talks animatedly. I know you love him too, but you’re too afraid to admit it. Don’t do it when it’s too late.

Because you never got to know how much you meant to me.

Day 97

I haven’t seen you in months. Your face is a blur in my head. I can’t even remember what your eyes look like anymore. It’s terrifying and I hate the fog that settles in my head whenever I think of you.

I wonder if you’re still with him. I wonder if you’ve found new interests and new hobbies, or if you still continue to sew and cook. Your new alias seems foreign to me; I don’t think it’ll ever fit you as well as your previous one. I hope you’re smiling even if you’re going through rocky days, and maybe my grin will flash at the back of your mind, even if its unrecognisable to you now.

I remember singing your favourite song and fighting my spilling tears with a shaky smile when you were being wheeled in. All of your other belongings were in plastic cases, waiting to join you. My heart felt like it was in those cases too, awaiting the moment of destroyal. It was the reality of this world  and it was what our destinies came to. I just really wanted to hold you one last time, to tell you I loved you because I never said it enough.

I hated how misaligned these cleansings were. One soulmate always had to suffer before their memories were strippe for a new one.

Even if you forgot Floofscraps, the pancakes or the snow days, it wouldn’t matter. I just wished you would never forget me.

Day 218

In another century, we may cross paths again. We may be able to make more blankets. Cook more pancakes. Visit more cafes. Play in more snow. Sing more songs. SHARE MORE LOVE.

I love you. I miss you. You never got to know how much you meant to me. I wished you would never forget about me.

Because I’m about to forget about you.

You loved Seokmin

“Lee Seokmin? You have to put that journal with the rest of your belongings. We can’t stall your soulmate cleansing any further.”

The glaring lab coat of one of the many ‘doctors’ seemed to blur even more with the building tears, as Seokmin steadied his trembling hands to place the journal and pen on top of the boxes. The journal that documented every painful day ever since your cleansing. He was being wheeled into a room, his eyes trailing along the blinding white lights streamed across the ceiling.

As he was placed into the machine, his vision slowly plagued with darkness, he thought of the smiling face of yours for the last time. It was his last chance to bask in his love for you before it was gone for good. Slowly, the boxes of his belongings caged him inside the machine. He was no longer going to remember this soulmate and the experiences anymore. It would be a new experiment, the factors and people changing again to test the scientifics of love. But he knew inside, there was no calculated science behind love.

Because despite the machine’s best efforts, the searing heat and pain that felt like his erratic heart was being sucked out of his chest cavity, and the light flooding into his eyes as he was lifted out of the machine, he could still remember you. You were still his soulmate even if you couldn’t remember him. Fate was so twisted he couldn’t let you go when you didn’t even know of his existence.

Seokmin loves you.

Restart.

a/n: wrote this a couple of weeks ago and reworked it... and now i’ve shattered my own heart lol. inspired by galactic dreams and inspiration i got after watching infinity war. hope you guys like it! <3

- jen

[wanderingxrivers]

#Goals for 2018.

1) To finish my WIP because I need to finish what's on needles before starting the 4th Doctor scarf (which is gonna be a monster. Plan on me screaming in frustration while I knit it.)

2) To learn to like myself a little. Its not a huge goal but it's a goal.

3.) To relearn to Practice the Craft. Thus adding the side-blog ivy-rowan as my electronic BoS.

4.) To get permanently hired at my job. 'cause let's face it, mama needs money.

[undertheacidrain]

Yay I got tagged by @icarushugo to do another thing. :D

nicknames: Sam, Sammy, Samsung, or Sponge. That last one, I forced my friends to use that one.

star sign: Aries. ;)

height: 5′4″

sexual orientation: straight. kinda bicurious tho? I have no idea rn.

ethnicity: white hispanic (mum is italian, dad is cuban, ironically I only know english, so eh).

current time: 8:37 pm (time I checked the time the first time while writing this thing) / 9:24 pm (the time it was when I fineshed).

last thing i googled: Klingon (the official Klingon language from Star Trek)

favorite music artist(s): Oh boy.

Robert DeLong

Porter Robinson

Noisia

Daft Punk

Madeon

Uhh... You know what here have a list that I’m working on rn --> “list”

song stuck in my head: Robert DeLong’s cover of Feels Like We Only Go Backwards from the Passion Pit.

last movie i watched: Thanks for Smoking. Pretty neat movie.

last tv show i watched: Charmed. Magical~

what i’m wearing rn: Lounge wear. :> Over-sized t-shirt an some sport shorts.

blog created: February of 2017, so like, just this month.

follower count: 10, actually. :’) Kinda sad, but that’s alright.

why did i choose my url: I’m obsessed with Robert DeLong and two of my favorite tracks from him are Under the Pressure (one of his songs of the month) and Acid Rain.

gender: Female.

hogwarts house: Gryffindor.

average hours of sleep: Uh. 3-10 hours. I can’t give an accurate value bc weekends are outliers with me only sleeping like 4 hours bc fuck sleep its the weekend.

lucky number: 12

favorite characters: Vash the Stampede (Trigun), Re-L Mayer (Ergo Proxy), The 4th, 9th, 10th, 11th, and 12th Doctors (Doctor Who), Oswald (also Doctor Who), Kido (Mekakucity Actors), Shintaro Kisaragi (Mekakucity Actors), Takane Enomoto/ Ene (Mekakucity Actors), Shiro (Voltron: Legendary Defenders), oh god I’d name more but there’s just too many. :v

dream job: I’d have to choose between an author, a musician/musical artist, or something in digital design.

number of blankets i sleep with: Sometimes I sleep with a quilt, sometimes I use a thin blanket bc it’s just hot af.

favorite fruit: Banana.

favorite season: Winter, because that’s the only time of year I can wear sleeves/a beanie/ a scarf without looking like a  nutcase.

favorite book: Oh. Uh. Life of Pi by Yann Martel was a pretty good book ,honestly. It was for a summer reading project. Really amazing story.

favorite flower: Lotus (I have about 10-something origami lotuses in my room scattered about here n’ there).

favorite scent: Vanilla/ baked goods/ the smell of dust after rain.

favorite color: All colors are great, to be honest. Though I’d stick to a contrasting pallette of turqoise/burnt orange bc it looks nice.

favorite animal: Red pandas are cute lil dweebs.

coffee, tea, or hot cocoa: I love all of these, I can’t choose. ;^;

cat or dog person: I’m a cat lady.

dream trip: Just take me to Denver, California and I’ll be happy. Like, just drag me to Cofax and order me a coffee and a donut. That’s all I want.

Ok time to tag like 4 people

@ixometric @scalar @people--allergy​ @meowers57​, and whoever else wants to do this thing. :) And thanks again for giving me a thing to do.