#just an ordinary link will suffice

[parf-fan]

2022 – Rakish Rogues – September 10 – Wizarding Weekend

Please note that this footage is from 2022, not the current season.

General warnings:

*Audio is just really unbalanced and boy howdy is there surrounding noise.

*I don't always point the camera quite right or notice when it slips.

* I sat too near the stage to always get them all in frame at once.

*I cheer into the microphone and it seems shriller than usual.

[xi-xi-chen]

Hey, so I've been seeing you post a bunch of Lightcannon fanfic art, would you have any recommendations to read? (I've been really enjoying seeing all of my fav scenes made into art~🩵)

Bueno~ I attempted to add links, but it just wasn't working out, sorry....however these all do come from Archive Of Our Own (ao3)! Hopefully, some of these recommendations are new for you! Other than that, I do have just a few more that I wanted to mention. However, I think this should suffice for now.

Be warned, some of these have been discontinued, while others are ongoing and some completed.

Flashbangs and Frag Grenades series by Calchexxis

The Gravity Between Stars by Chancy_Lurking

Crossing Stars series by Calchexxis

Cut My Shackles by kattypixxhu

JINX: HUNTED by meat_elite

Silco's Summer Camp for Orphans by SabrinaCarlyle

A Smith & Her Tarnished by Calchexxis

Friction Coefficient by Blood_Lich_Maeve

The Music Shop by jayisque

Fight and Flight by onegraycat

At The Edge of Your Stars by SuspiciousZucchini

GetJinxed started following! by Skylecz

Let's blow a hole in this town (do our talking with the laser beam) by rosegoldblood

An Unexpected Shadow by onegraycat

Drama Queens by jayisque

Star's, Explosions, and Other Ordinary Things by disabeement

Number One Fan by jayisque

Ill-Omen's Light by SuspiciousZucchini

[likesunsetorange]

i think eren would kind of enjoy it though even if he pretends to hate it lol he likes her attention!!!

Him trying not to react as she smooths his lapels, gives him another one over, all before telling no and to go back in the fitting room so she can go talk to an associate at whatever fancy store they’re at!

omg anon this is so cute you gave me an idea for this scene i got inspired and i never write chronologically anyways so here's a mini drabble! (will this be the exact version idk, but hope you enjoy anyways!!!)

By no means had Eren ever been poor, his dad was literally a doctor. He had grown up living a comfortable life—one that consisted of the typical upper-middle class luxuries. His college had been paid for in full, he was treated to little luxuries like the newest gaming systems and trendy clothes, and there were certainly never any worries about finances.

But this was certainly a level of wealth he didn't think he would ever get used to. There were crystal chandeliers on the ceilings, glasses of thousand dollar champagne that were being offered to every patron, and suits and dresses lining the racks that cost more than a down payment on a house. When Mikasa told him she was taking him suit shopping, he assumed they’d go to Neiman Marcus at the most, not whatever this was.

He felt like a fish out of water as he stood around in the dressing room, waiting aimlessly for Mikasa and Petra, the sales associate Mikasa seemed to be well acquainted with, to return with their third round of suits. Eren wasn’t sure why a simple black suit wouldn’t suffice, but according to Mikasa, he couldn’t show up to a political event in a just any old regular suit, let alone a rental.

So here he was hours later being forced to try on suit after suit, nothing seeming to please her. His patience was starting to run thin and he was tired, but surprisingly, Mikasa was being oddly… nice? Given the word nice may have been him overreaching, but she was certainly withholding from the insults, and rather than speaking to him like he was a second class citizen, she was being friendlier than usual.

Eren assumed it was because, oddly enough, she seemed to be enjoying making him her own life-sized Ken doll. It was out of the ordinary for her to be directing so much of her attention towards him, let alone having her fuss over him and paying attention to something as small as whether or not the cuff links Petra brought out would match with the watch he always wore (he didn’t even think Mikasa had bothered to notice that he even wore a watch everyday).

He found himself fidgeting with his dress shirt sleeves, until he finally heard Mikasa’s voice growing closer. Eren could hear her laughing over what he assumed was something Petra had said—something he didn’t hear her do very often around the house. Before he knew it, there were three more suits being held through the curtain, the tiny peaking of her manicured hand holding up the hangers.

“Try on the blue one first, and show me once you’re done,” her voice direct, but less bossy than usual. “Please,” she added after, this time her voice almost inaudible.

As usual, he relented, but at least she had the decency to say please for once. Part of him was still annoyed he couldn’t just wear a black suit, but according to Mikasa, “all men wear black suits”, and he “needed to be different.” Why? He didn’t understand. He was just her bodyguard. But he had learned which battles to pick with Mikasa, and this unfortunately just wasn’t going to be one he’d win.

Eren was faster about getting dressed this time, after ten suits, it seemed to have become second nature, and also hoping this would be the last one he had to try on. He didn’t even bother to take a look in the mirror, throwing the curtain open and walking to where Mikasa was in the show room.

Her eyes flickered up from her phone, setting down the champagne glass she had in her other hand onto the table next her, standing up to inspect him.

Eren felt oddly vulnerable as she walked around, poking and prodding at the suit, making sure it was up to her (very high) standards. She stopped in front of him, fixing the lapels of his suit, smoothing them out. He could smell the floral of her perfume from how close she was, not used to her being in such close proximity before. Eren felt his ears growing out, but he was glad that she she took a step back before she could notice, a pleased look on her face.

“Hey, Petra! Can you bring me those two ties we picked out for this one, please?” Mikasa called out, Petra appearing with what seemed to Eren, two versions of the exact same patterned tie, placing them neatly in her hands before she scurried off to another customer. She looked between the two before settling on whichever she seemed to like more, before placing it in his hands. “Okay, put this one on.”

“Oh… Umm… I can’t tie a tie—I normally wear clip-ons,” he confessed, his ears turning red again.

“Tch, of course you can’t,” she replied, rolling her eyes. “Okay, lift your collar up, I guess I can help you. And bend down a bit—you’re too tall.”

He followed as instructed, Mikasa’s surprisingly gentle fingers working around his neck to make do with the tie. If they weren’t in public, he’d be a little scared she’d try and choke him or something, but she seemed to be in a good mood today. She hummed to herself softly as she quickly fastened the windsor knot, faster than Eren would’ve done even with help. When she finished, she lightly placed his collar back down, her fingers like ice as they brushed the skin of his neck in the process. She gave him one final pat down, fixing every little detail, before bringing him to the mirror.

“Do you like it?” The tiniest bit of excitement in her voice, almost as if she wanted to be validated in her choice.

Eren eyed himself, and he could admit that he felt like he looked nice. But it didn’t feel like it was that much different than the ten other suits he tried on. He was never one to care about things like this, but he could tell it mattered to her, so at the very least, he could give her the satisfaction she was seeking.

“Yea, think this one’s probably the best out of all of ‘em.”

A small smile flashed across her face, before she ushered him to the fitting room. “Okay, hurry up and get changed then so we can go check out then.”

Eren finally bothered to look at the price tag, his eyes growing wide once he did. “Mikasa, this is like a $7k suit, are you sure?” He asked as he walked into the fitting room.

“We’re using daddy’s credit card, remember?” She replied rolling her eyes. “Plus, this is technically a business expense—you’re an employee—and rich people just love a good tax write off.”

“Okay, fine, if you insist.”

“Of course I do. Now hurry up, we still have to go get you shoes!”

All Eren could do was sigh, hoping Mikasa wouldn’t be nearly as picky with shoes as she was with clothes.

[thunder-jolt]

Name: John "Johnny" Wilkes

Partner: D (Vampire Hunter D)

Age: 37

Birthday: December 21, 1985

Star Sign: Sagittarius

Class: Magic

Home City: London, Britain

Fave Food: Whiskey (Not REALLY a food, but I'll add Shepherd's Pie if that's fine)

Least Fave Food: Haggis

Pet Peeve: Mistaking him for being a different age just by his appearance. (For example, being mistaken for age 20-something, when he's not...)

Hobby: Working at a cafe (his presumed profession) and taking walks in a garden.

About: Growing up, his life wasn't all that much. He was just an ordinary guy with parents of high expectations and was generally outcasted among the many others like him who were more successful than him. So he tried to be more mature, which ultimately made him lock away his childhood, becoming someone that isn't him. Yet, how he came to be a Linker is interesting, as most others just come home, and soon BOOM! they became a linker to their respective link. Though in John's case, it's much different, it was when he was on a walk to a garden that he met his link. He was taking a stroll to the garden, on a foggy night, before hearing the clopping of horse hooves, and there John saw the silhouette and soon saw him... It was almost love at first sight to John and even asked who the man was. And well, the rest is history.

Abilities: His arsenal isn't all that much, just a simple sorcery for defense buffs and attack buffs that's all. Though, if by pure fat chance, he can place a powerful spell that can bend the battleground or reality to where the enemies/opponents would be, or become most vulnerable.

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John "Johnny" Wilkes (Vampire Hunter, D): "Not much to say, but I suppose a good welcome would suffice." (A Locked-Away Past) ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

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Shounen Jump Power Linkage belongs to @sundove88

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Also, bonus (though I'm a bit indecisive if this is my best decision or my worst, anyways here you go):

CONTEXT: Lorraine telling John to stop being horny for D.

[etes-secrecy-post]

Hi, before I explain my post, I want to say something important.

• What you see my blog has become a major overhaul. And despite the changes, I decided that my 2nd account will be now my artwork blog with a secret twist.

⚠️NEW RULE! (W/ BIGGER TEXT!)⚠️

⚠️ SO PLEASE DO NOT SHARE MY 2nd ACCOUNT TO EVERYONE! THIS SECRECY BLOG OF MINE IS FOR CLOSES FRIENDS ONLY!⚠️

• AND FOR MY CLOSES FRIENDS, DON’T REBLOG IT. INSTEAD, JUST COPY MY LINK AND PASTE IT ON YOUR TUMBLR POST! JUST BE SURE THE IMAGE WILL BE REMOVED AND THE ONLY LEFT WAS THE TEXT.

⚠️ SHARING LINKS, LIKE POSTS, REBLOG POSTS, STEALING MY SNAPSHOT PHOTOS/RECORDED VIDEOS/ARTWORKS (a.k.a. ART THIEVES) OR PLAGIARIZING FROM UNKNOWN TUMBLR STRANGERS WILL IMMEDIATELY BE BLOCKED, RIGHT AWAY!⚠️

😡 WHATEVER YOU DO, DO NOT EVER LIKED & REBLOG MY SECRET POST! THIS IS FOR MY SECRET FRIENDS ONLY, NOT YOU! 😡

Okay? Capiche? Make sense? Good, now back to the post…↓

#Onthisday: Jul 5th, 2010

Title: Wing Zero Pocoyo & Epyon Kirby

Here are their temporary armored suits for Pocoyo 🔵👶 & Kirby ⭐ before they gave it to someone else. (Namely Shane, ExiaFan453's OC, who owns armored Wing Gundam & Wing Gundam Zero, including the Custom variants)

And the reason why I did is because of my childhood in the early 2000s, when I remember watching Gundam Wing & Gundam Wing Endless Waltz on Toonami (on Cartoon Network Philippines) 🇵🇭🤖📺⬛⬜. There's also televised in the U.S., as well! 🇺🇸🤖📺⬛⬜ Did you know that? Man, I could never forget their excellent English dubs per character (as much as I loved their Japanese dub w/ subtitles, as well). In fact, I did purchased a faked Gunpla HG Gundam Nataku/Altron EW model kit, which is sadly long gone.

Nevertheless, let's bring down their stats:

Wing Zero Pocoyo Came from the: XXXG-00W0 Wing Gundam Zero (Anime TV Ver.)

Armament(s):

• (2x) Twin buster rifle/buster rifle A double-barrel type Buster Rifle. It has more than twice the power of the Buster Rifle equipped by the OG armored Wing. It is a type directly connected to the generator so rapid fire is also possible.

• (2x) Beam saber Slashing equipment for close combat. Since it adopts devices made of Gundanium Alloy in every part; the power, function, durability, etc. are exceptionally improved compared to those of ordinary armors. One apiece is stored in the shoulder armor on both shoulders.

• Shield A shield made of Gundanium Alloy. In addition to being applied with anti-beam coating, it is equipped with Wing Vulcans on both sides. The tip of the shield can also be extended to damage targets.

- Wing Vulcan A pair of vulcan guns built into the sides of Wing Zero's shield.

Special Feature(s):

• ZERO System An interface for achieving the "perfect victory", developed to make the pilot keep up with a machine performance. Since it seriously affects the physical functions and mental state of the CD member, a person without strong mental strength can't control it.

• Search Eye Focused on data gathering. When the antennas and main cameras do not suffice, the their eyes comprised of the large jewel on its chest is used to gather visual and radio-wave data.

Epyon Kirby Came from the: OZ-13MS Gundam Epyon

Armament(s):

• Beam Sword The primary weapon of the Epyon, it is connected directly to the suit's powerplant via a cord as opposed to running on its own internal power source. This allows the length and the intensity of the beam blade to be adjusted according to the situation, and at maximum level, it can inflict damage severe enough to destroy objects as large as the Space Fortress.

• Epyon Claw Mounted on the forearms. In combat, they can be used to tear through enemy armor.

• Epyon Shield A small shield mounted on the left arm, its surface has been treated with an anti-beam coating to provide protection against beam attacks. It mounts a heat rod at the bottom.

- Heat Rod A segmented whip-like chain housed in Epyon's shield. It can be used to trip or entangle opponents, and even cut through mobile suits when heated. A single swipe with this weapon can destroy up to three opponents.

Special Feature(s):

• Epyon System A modified version of the deadly ZERO System installed in the armored Epyon. Known as the Epyon System, it operated the same as the armored Wing Zero's ZERO System, but the member wears a special V-helmet on their head when using the system. Any technical differences compared to the ZERO System is unknown.

• Search Eye Focused on data gathering. When the antennas and main cameras do not suffice, the their eyes comprised of the large jewel on its chest is used to gather visual and radio-wave data.

Kirby - Kirby Series © Hal Laboratories Inc./ Nintendo® Pocoyo - POCOYO™ © Zinkia Entertainment S.L Armors (Mobile Suit Gundam Wing) - Gundam Series © SUNRISE, Sotsu

[fashionqueenly]

Enhance Your Style with Chakra Stone Apple Watch Straps

Understanding Chakra Stones

Chakra stones have been revered for centuries in various cultures, particularly in Eastern traditions, where they are believed to hold energy that can influence well-being. Each chakra corresponds to specific aspects of life and emotions. For instance, the root chakra is linked to stability and grounding, while the heart chakra embodies love and compassion. Wearing a Chakra Stone Apple Watch Strap allows individuals to not only accessorize their devices but also stay connected to their spiritual essence.

By integrating chakra stones into daily life, users can promote balance and harmony within themselves. The vibrant colors of these stones can serve as visual reminders to align and energize specific chakras throughout the day.

The Beauty of Imperial Stone Jasper

Imperial Stone Jasper is a remarkable gem known for its unique patterns and earthy tones. Each piece is distinct, boasting swirls of rich colors that reflect nature's artistry. The Imperial Stone Jasper Stretch Apple Watch Strap not only adds a touch of elegance to your wrist but also resonates with qualities of protection and grounding.

Jasper, in general, is often regarded as a stone of endurance and stability. Wearing this stone can enhance one's physical and emotional resilience. For those leading busy lives, an Imperial Stone Jasper strap is more than just a fashion accessory; it’s a statement of strength and an invitation to embrace life's challenges.

Choosing the Right Strap for Your Needs

When selecting between theChakra Stone Apple Watch Strap and the Imperial Stone Jasper Stretch Apple Watch Strap, consider your personal style and what resonates with you on a deeper level. If you’re drawn to vibrant colors and the notion of energy alignment, the chakra stone option may be the ideal choice. It can beautifully complement various outfits, from casual wear to more sophisticated attire.

On the other hand, if you prefer a more earthy aesthetic that provides a sense of grounding, the Imperial Stone Jasper strap is perfect for you. Its neutral tones make it versatile enough to match almost any wardrobe while exuding a calming presence.

The Connection Between Style and Spirituality

Fashion and spirituality often intertwine, especially with accessories like watch straps. TheChakra Stone Apple Watch Strap symbolizes not only style but also self-awareness and personal growth. Each stone’s color corresponds to a specific chakra, allowing wearers to choose which energies they want to promote in their lives.

For example, someone seeking to enhance their communication skills might choose a strap featuring blue stones, associated with the throat chakra. This personal touch transforms an ordinary accessory into a powerful tool for self-expression and mindfulness.

Similarly, theImperial Stone Jasper Stretch Apple Watch Strap resonates with a more grounded approach to spirituality. By wearing this strap, individuals can remind themselves of their connection to the earth and the importance of stability in their lives. It serves as a subtle yet impactful reminder to stay centered amid life’s chaos.

Caring for Your Stone Straps

To maintain the beauty and integrity of your Chakra Stone Apple Watch Strap or Imperial Stone Jasper Stretch Apple Watch Strap, proper care is essential. Regular cleaning helps to keep the stones vibrant and free from dust and oils. A gentle wash with mild soap and water will suffice. Ensure to dry the stones thoroughly before wearing them again to prevent moisture damage.

It’s also wise to store your straps away from direct sunlight and harsh environments. This precaution helps to protect the stones from fading and ensures they maintain their luster over time. By treating your accessories with care, you can prolong their life and continue enjoying their beauty and benefits.

Incorporating Spiritual Practices into Daily Life

Beyond wearing aChakra Stone Apple Watch Strap or an Imperial Stone Jasper Stretch Apple Watch Strap, consider integrating spiritual practices into your routine. Start your day with meditation, focusing on the energy of the chakra stones or the grounding qualities of jasper. This practice can enhance your mindfulness and create a more harmonious mindset throughout the day.

You might also choose to set intentions for your day, aligning them with the energies of the stones you wear. For instance, if you have chosen a strap with vibrant chakra stones, you could set an intention related to creativity and self-expression. Such rituals amplify the benefits of wearing these beautiful accessories.

The Ideal Gift for Loved Ones

Both theChakra Stone Apple Watch Strap and the Imperial Stone Jasper Stretch Apple Watch Strap make thoughtful gifts for friends and family. They embody not just style, but a deep-rooted connection to personal growth and wellness. Gifting one of these straps can serve as a meaningful gesture, encouraging loved ones to explore their own spirituality and embrace their unique styles.

These straps are suitable for various occasions, from birthdays to holidays. Each time your loved ones wear their straps, they’ll be reminded of your thoughtful gift and the importance of nurturing both their outer appearance and inner selves.

[paradise-in-k4]

Parallel Satellite Incident Notes: A Portfolio for Muses

A master post for tags, muse profiles, and other lore writing

Entry 0.5

Suffice to say, jumping through boundaries twice into a parallel universe where the town we thought was nonexistent not even an hour ago yet being clear as day was enough to baffle us. It was just us two university students here, the only members of the Hifuu Club. And yet, the fact that we managed to clear the jump with help from two boundary-related abilities already denies several quantum theories proposed by leading scientists in both Japan and the United States. We had now entered a second paradise. Similar in expanse to the first, but not a satellite of any kind, nor bathed in a scarlet hue. Instead, it was firmly on Earth. One could even suggest the aforementioned mega-crater did not exist here. But first, we need to get out of this forest thicket. It was a hard landing. We landed in some tree branches.

-Renko Usami

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Case A: The Gap in the Evening

The Canon Touhou Muses

They will usually belong to Universe L1, which I will refer to as the canon universe subject to personal headcanons. They will usually have icons due to their abundance of canon pictures and other fan creations online (although I will try to stick with official works and screenshots specifically from YouTube videos where possible). Muses without links here are still active. The order in which they’re listed here is based on the entry numbers at the top of their profile posts.

Nitori Kawashiro: Super Youkai Warhead

Aya Shameimaru: Traditional Reporter of Fantasy

Patchouli Knowledge: Girl of Knowledge and Shade

Reimu Hakurei: Hakurei Shrine Maiden

Youmu Konpaku: Half-Human, Half-Phantom Gardener

Marisa Kirisame: Ordinary Human Magician

Koakuma: Nameless Little Devil

Suwako Moriya: Pinnacle of Native Gods

Lunasa Prismriver: Poltergeist Violinist

Star Sapphire: Falling Starlight

Alice Margatroid: Seven-Colored Puppeteer

Renko Usami: Hifuu Navigator of a Scarlet Fantasy

Maribel Hearn: Hifuu Dreamer of a Scarlet Fantasy

Reisen Udongein Inaba: Lunatic Moon Rabbit

Shinmyoumaru Sukuna: Descendant of the Inchlings

Case B: Curiosity on the West Mountain

The OC Muses

These are my original characters, but not all of them have visual references or face claims beyond one icon if they have one at all. More will appear later. If they’re based on a fandom, it will be listed in their profile and in their title here. Otherwise, they’ll be marked as original.

*Ask for Aya to make a paper on an indicated muse to open interactions and see their profile early.

Futsubasa no Rei: Lone Tengu Interpreting the East Wind (Touhou)

Kagami Kitakami: Hidden Sage of Spirit Hammer (Touhou)

Rainy Daze: The Calm Before the Storm (Touhou)

Haruka Tsukikaze: East Wind in Overbearing Responsibility (Original)

Hinako Takahara: Vigilante Shrine Maiden Borrowing a Youkai’s Magic (Original)

Kasami Suzuki: Unusual Human Magician (Original)

Yukari Kamimaru: Watchful Raven of Shadows and Time (Original)

Case C: Bunbunmaru’s Examination of Missing Words in Scarlet Gensokyo

The AU Touhou Muses

Pay attention to the universe codes, they carry basically the same weights and values as depicted in Touhou Lost Word. Bios will be posted separately, although you can ask for details before then. Face claims and icons may be scarce or nonexistent. Universes K4 and J6 are original work.

*Ask for Aya or Nitori specifically to uncover anyone who has question marks in their titles and see their profile early.

Marisa Kirisame: Ordinary Half-Human Magician of the Starry Gap (K4)

Reimu Hakurei: ????? ??? ?????? (B3)

Satori Komeiji: ???????????? ??????? ???? (Z3)

Nitori Kawashiro: ?????? ????????? ????????? ????? (Lr)

Case D: Incident in the Gap off the West Mountain

Other Canon Fandom Muses

(There’s nothing here yet, but that’ll change over time)

Miscellaneous Notes

Additional Blog/AU Lore

A1.5 - Nine-Ball Fork

Kirisame Print Shop Journals of the Multiverse

A collection of research notes that serve as background lore for this blog, which can also link said lore to other blogs that I have. Tagged as #kirisame print shop notes

Marisa’s Notes: What is a Spell Card?

The Frost Miko Incidents and the Resolvers Incident (leads to @timekeepertwister; another blog I manage)

Universe K4 - The West Mountain, Scarlet Gensokyo, and the Lily-White Gap

Universe J6 - Incidents of the Old Gods

Universe B3 - Notes of the Second Genso-Lunar War

Universe Z1 - A Scarlet Devil Tower

Universe L80 - Glimpse into the Apocalypse

Index

The Blog Tags

#muse: (name) - The character that’s talking

#rp muse - Muse bios

#parallel satellite incident notes - Lore-related posts

#universe k4 - Outsiders Examining Scarlet Gensokyo Orbiting the Unknown Gap

#universe l1 - The World You Inhabit (essentially the “canon” universe)

#the portfolio - Master posts like this one

#the muses respond - In-character ask responses from a muse

#the mun responds - Asks specifically for me, the mun and guy running this blog

#second grimoire of marisa - Marisa’s second ongoing volume of spell card and special skill speculations, open for anyone and everyone regardless of fandom. She’ll even try to get it turned into a spell card by filling in the missing blanks!

#file two - Posts relating to an original detective-themed magical girl project. It might cross paths with Touhou and other fandoms.

#ooc / ooc post - Miscellaneous posts that aren’t RP related

#the timekeeper spins in chaos - Crack RP posts

#poll your own adventure / choose your own adventure - Larger semi-scripted RP plots where you as a collective roleplaying community make decisions that influence some of this blog’s RP events. Sometimes features a Y/N self-insert for one of your characters

#kirisame print shop notes - written blog lore in the form of long(ish) writing

#aya’s bunbunmaru news coverage - Newspaper headline posts written under the context and perspective of Aya Shameimaru

#the lost word incident - Stuff about Touhou Lost Word

#rp meme - RP memes that you can send to my ask box

#this week in gensokyo… - Weekly summaries of what happened with me on this RP blog. They probably won’t happen every week.

#you didn’t see me use the wrong blog no no no - Self-explanatory.

#rp promo - Reblogs of other RP blog starters

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Unsorted Reports from the Gap

Planned Muses that still require development. They can be added to the main list under specific request.

Marisa Kirisame: Ordinary Human Magician (Z1, L80, J6)

Yukari Yakumo: Youkai That Lurks in the Boundary (L1, K4)

Satori Komeiji: The Girl Even Vengeful Spirits Fear

Ran Yakumo

Hong Meiling

Sunny Milk

Luna Child

Cirno

Daiyousei

Sumireko Usami

Shinmyoumaru Sukuna (K4)

Seija Kijin

Sagume Kishin

Kosuzu Motoori (L1, J6)

Hieda no Akyuu (L1, J6)

Reimu Hakurei (K4, J6)

Youmu Konpaku (J6)

Recipes for Cookies

A growing list of anthropomorphic running cookies from another seemingly unknown land of fantasy that is known to the Mun Beyond the Screen

(There is nothing here. But don’t be afraid to ask!)

[pathfinders-rp]

same pit babe anon. i just remember reading that the author said he was an omega, the actors talked in the beginning about him being an omega. i just remember thinking he was an alpha all through the first episode and then i read somewhere where they said no, he's an omega... and i could've sworn they said he was an omega at some point in the series and that was why tony was trying to get somebody knock him up or whatever??? and the whole mama and papa thing also made me think that babe was an omega, since they're the ones that get pregnant. maybe it was just a fever dream, i don't know. honestly, i've only watched like 6 eps because omegaverse is a touchy subject for me and i can only handle so much of it at once before i start to get uncomfortable and need to take a break. but also, i didn't mean any harm by contacting you and i'm so glad you've provided a link to me that corrects what i said to you.

Pit Babe isn't your typical omegaverse, so "rules" of the omegaverse don't necessarily have to apply here. In an ordinary omegaverse, yes, alphas make omegas pregnant. In Pit Babe, we have enigmas, who are basically special alphas, aka the only ones that can make other alphas pregnant. That's why certain characters (I'm trying not to spoil anything here) are so important towards the end, because yes, Tony wants to have someone make Babe pregnant, and only an enigma can do that to an alpha. Which also states that Babe is an alpha. If he was an omega, Tony wouldn't be so obsessed with finding an enigma to pair with Babe, because in that case, any alpha would suffice. (I'm unsure whether omegas can get pregnant in this version, since it isn't talked about in the series, only the enigma+alpha situation.)

The other thing you mentioned, Babe and Charlie's mama and papa "joke", well, yes, that is a biiiig mystery in the fandom, because Charlie isn't an enigma (as far as we know, but hey, anything could happen, though Charlie himself said in one of the episodes that he is a "normal alpha", but then again, this wouldn't be the first time he lies/is mistaken), yet they joke around with that, and even mention the possibility of having kids, if I remember correctly, during their stargaring date? The majority of the fandom believes that they will indeed have a child in the second season, it's just that nobody knows how, at this point.

Tldr: Pit Babe is not the ordinary omegaverse, here enigmas can make alphas pregnant, hence why Tony needs an enigma so Babe could have a child. Conclusion: Babe is an alpha.

(Please keep in mind that I haven't read any part of the book(s? idk if there's one or more), and many Thai BL series are waaay different from the books they are based on. An example that suddenly comes to mind is Big Dragon, where the book originally included mpreg, but the series has nothing of the sort. Many things that fans can handle in books, they couldn't handle on screen. So Pit Babe is a very brave series for even mentioning mpreg, and if they actually include it on season two, that will be groundbreaking.)

I'm sorry that this became so long, I got carried away. 🤭

[karama9]

Tears of the Kingdom Countdown, 12 Days Remain

Ficlet #4: Becoming Yourself

Set between Ocarina of Time and Wind Waker. The Flood is coming, and it's time for the new Sage of the Forest to awaken.

Ficlet 4: Becoming Yourself 

It was the middle of the night, yet the Great Deku Tree was awake. With the war raging outside the forest, looming ever closer, peaceful sleep seemed to be a thing of the past. There hadn’t been such darkness in Hyrule since he had been but a Sprout, and back then, Link had saved them all. There was no Link anymore. His child was lost to him forever, and perhaps more importantly for the rest of the Kingdom, there was no one to save Hyrule. 

He therefore heard the hurried footsteps and the panting, along with a fairy’s voice urging its kokiri partner to calm down and go back to bed. 

He recognized the voice: Pip. Fado’s fairy.  

The Forest Spirit known as the Great Deku Tree rustled. Perhaps there was hope after all. 

*** 

Fado stopped in front of the Great Deku Tree, bent in two, gulping air into a burning chest. Pip flittered about, tutting. Fado’s pigtails were limp, wet with sweat. 

“Hello, Fado.” 

Fado looked up. “He… hello gr… Great De… Deku Tree.” 

“Fado won’t go back to bed!” Pip complained. 

Fado swallowed. “I had a dream.” Another gulp of air. “The Woods were burning!” 

The Great Deku Tree hummed. “The smell of smoke has been getting stronger, hasn’t it?” 

“And… and then there was water,” Fado said.  

Fado’s arms wrapped around the Kokiri’s torso in a hug. “Lots and lots of water. We… everyone drowned.” 

Fado suddenly broke down in sobs. “I don’t want everyone to drown!”  

Pip bumped affectionately against her charge’s face. “It was just a dream, Fado!” the fairy said gently.  

“I’m afraid not,” the Great Deku Tree said. 

Both Kokiri and fairy gasped, staring at him. 

“This was no ordinary dream,” the Great Deku Tree continued. “I would know… I’ve had the same one the last time I slept.” 

Fado’s eyes were wide. “But… the woods! They can’t… they can’t burn! And everyone…! Great Deku Tree, NO!” 

The kokiri’s voice had risen on every word until the last no was a screech. It was followed by renewed sobs, this time frantic and angry. 

“Go get your brothers and sisters,” the Tree said. “Pip, help. It’s time I tell all of you what happens next.” 

*** 

It wasn’t long before the Great Deku Tree’s clearing was filled with all his children, the Kokiri and their guardian fairies.  

“My dear children,” the Great Deku Tree said. “It is time to prepare for a change. Fado and I have both been visited by the same vision.” 

There was a mutter of “Fado the weirdo” from somewhere in the back. Fado turned towards it, scowling, then huffed and turned back towards the Great Deku Tree, nose uplifted in obvious disdain of the speaker, whoever it was. 

The Great Deku Tree let it pass.  

“You’ve probably all noticed the smoke just outside our woods,” he continued. “There is war in Hyrule. Ganondorf is back, and intent on destroying everything to rule over the ruins of the Kingdom.” 

The announcement was greeted by head tilts and confused faces. The Kokiris had no memory of previous war against Ganondorf Dragmire. Most of them had been alive at the time, but one of the corollaries of Kokiris never growing up was that they could not accumulate wisdom. Their long term memory was therefore very limited. As broken hearted as he had been to lose Saria, Mido had completely forgotten her a mere decade later, and none of the other remembered that time any better. That had been very long ago, it may as well have happened on another planet as far as the Kokiri were concerned. 

“Suffice it to say that he is an Evil King, someone to be feared. We saw fire engulfing the woods… this part is unfortunately easy to interpret. The fires of war will reach us and the Lost Woods. We are in danger.” 

There were gasps, and whimpers. The Great Deku Tree forced himself to ignore them and continue. He could not save them if he was too busy comforting them. Let them be afraid – they had every right to be. 

“In our vision, the fire is followed by water… water enough to drown the entire world. I’ve thought long and hard about this, and I have concluded that divine intervention is at play here. There will be no other way to stop Ganondorf, and therefore the Gods will flood Hyrule along with him.” 

Pandemonium followed. 

*** 

It was some time before everyone was calmed enough for the Great Deku Tree to explain what happened next. And once he had, once he had told everyone that their home and himself would rise above the waves, and that he would change them to ensure they could survive in a World covered in water with very little forest to sustain them, Fado raised a hand. 

“Great Deku Tree?” 

“Yes, Fado?” 

“What about the Lost Woods? You said you were going to save our homes, and right here, but what about all the Lost woods?” 

“I cannot save them,” the Great Deku Tree admitted. “The Lost Woods will be lost. Nothing we can do can change that.” 

Fado’s fists clenched. “That’s not RIGHT.” 

“No,” the Tree agreed. “It’s not.” 

“We don’t remember stuff,” Fado added. “Not for long. We never do. None of us can remember anything from more than several summers ago. And when we don’t remember them anymore, nobody will!” 

The Great Deku Tree admitted that this was indeed the case. 

“NO,” Fado said. “NO! That’s not RIGHT! What about their magic? Wait. Don’t you need their magic?” 

The Great Deku Tree sighed. Thankfully, the kokiri were not in the habit of paying attention to Fado and were chatting amongst themselves.  

“I do,” the Tree admitted in a soft voice. “That is the other reason for changing you into Koroks… I will live long enough to ensure you can survive without me, but without the Lost Woods, I will eventually fade away. It won’t be for a long time, but it will happen.” 

“No,” Fado said. “NO, NO, NO! That’s… that is NOT RIGHT!” 

The Great Deku Tree wasn’t sure what to answer, how to comfort his child, until the medallion appeared in front of Fado. Fado was shocked still by it, and the glow attracted the attention of the others. 

The medallion glowed brighter and brighter until it shot right at Fado and vanished, seemingly merging with the new Sage. 

Fado’s eyes were wide, but the Kokiri’s anger and despair were gone.  

“Fado?” Pip asked. “Are… are you okay?” 

Fado nodded slowly then turned back to the Great Deku Tree. “I can save the magic, and the memory.” 

The Great Deku Tree sighed. “Yes, but…” 

“I need to stay behind.” 

“Yes.” 

Fado nodded firmly. “I need to prepare.” 

And then simply vanished, presumably reappearing inside the Forest Temple. 

The Great Deku Tree closed his eyes and allowed himself a moment to grieve. Another child lost to him, given to the Greater Good of Hyrule. 

*** 

Fado reappeared the following night. The kokiris were asleep, still kokiris for one last night. The smell of smoke was getting overpowering, and the orange glow of flames could be seen wherever the trees thinned. The end of the World was coming in the form of flames that would eventually be drowned in water along with Hyrule itself. 

The Great Deku Tree’s eyes widened. “You’ve changed your appearance.” 

Fado’s pigtails and dress were gone. In their place, the new Sage of the Forest had a new short haircut and a short tunic paired with pants. 

He nodded. “You heard them last night calling me Fado the weirdo, right?” 

“Yes.” 

“That’s because I don’t play much. I’m always in the Woods or doing something or other by myself, and I say weird stuff. I didn’t want to be even weirder by telling them I wasn’t a girl. I’m not even sure why I care. But… now…” 

The Great Deku Tree said nothing. The smell of smoke was growing rapidly. 

“The edge of the Woods are burning,” Fado announced. “The wind is turning foul.” 

“Then it’s time,” The Great Deku Tree said with a sigh. “Are you ready?” 

Fado nodded.  

“I have a present for you,” the tree said. “You played it for a while, although I imagine you’ve forgotten. Maybe you’ll want to learn again.” 

A branch moved, and a violin appeared. Fado grinned and picked it up. “I would. I will. Thank you!”  

“Fado… you do realize what will happen for you, don’t you?” 

Fado grew somber again and nodded. “It’ll be just Pip and me,” he said. “Forever, basically. But I get to remember the Woods. I get to remember everyone. I do remember my violin, you know. I remember Ganondorf, too. Everything’s been coming back to me. I remember Saria. I remember Link. And I’ll remember the Lost Woods, and I’ll keep their magic going. Pip and I will be fine.” He smiled, and started playing his violin. The tunes came back to his mind easily, and he played his favourite: a happy song that spoke of the forest and the wind and how they were one. 

“My dear Fado…” the Great Deku Tree said. “I am so very proud of you. My children do not grow up because I made them that way, but you did it in the best possible way. You’ve become yourself, Fado, and your self is nothing short of a miracle. Until we meet again, take care my son. Breathe… it’s time to go.” 

Fado took a deep breath and nodded. Behind the smell of smoke was a smell of water and salt. The flood that would bury Hyrule to deny it to Ganondorf was upon them. He put a hand against the Great Deku Tree. 

“Goodbye, Father. Take care of you, of them.” 

And with that, he vanished. 

The Great Deku Tree closed his eyes and started working his magic, guiding roots to push the Kokiri forest and himself up, up above the coming waves, up to a new World, and at the same time, joining each two halves of his remaining children, fairies and Kokiris together into Koroks, new beings that would be able to hide from any danger and to fly to distant shores. 

And in his Temple, sealed against the outside world, Fado set to work as well, saving the magic of the Lost Woods and their memory to be an everlasting whisper in the wind. 

[terrence-silver]

Do you think Terry would revel in the envy of others; envy of his talents, wealth, power, looks, how well he's aged? I can just see some 40 year old guy who's let himself go staring at older Terry's body with admiration and jealousy at one of his pool parties...

Of course he likes people's envy.

He likes it as much as people's fear.

He has liked both pretty much all his life.

Terry himself used to be a kid nobody really envied. He was a scrawny, bumbling, admittedly sweet rich young man with curly hair and big, eager eyes --- a hissing, precious garden snake rather than a King Cobra. If anything, at the moment in time, he was mocked and teased for it relentlessly, even by his own friends. Ponytail teases him for having tree branch arms with no meat on them, eh? But, then again, Terry might've been always prodded and poke at for being papa's and mama's little heir. The one who always needs rescuing in the army. The weak link. So, suffice to say, that least from the standpoint of physicality, without being imposing and powerful in his own right just yet, Terry was never envied in the ways he wanted to be envied (or admired), so really, in his older age, to know that he's still very much looked upon with jealousy does it for him on several levels. It is a testament to his personal growth and departure from Twig. Might be a slight compensation for the years he spent, as what he felt, was a skinny, over-sheltered fool too weak to both participate in a war and move on from it simultaneously. So, yeah, he seeps in the envy.

He seeps in being on the other side of the fence where the grass is greener.

He seeps it in even when he grows mellow for a short time.

Post-therapy.

Whether he gloats privately, in a really subdued, controlled mild mannered way, or outright, openly, Terry never gets over how people look upon everything he is and has achieved through the lenses of coveting it all. Be it the 80's, be it present day, it is always a cause for feeling jubilant. Sure, the feeling is amplified when he grows old precisely because he has grown old, and realistically, most ordinary people of his generation don't even have an ounce of his ability. He still has infinitely more money then men half his age too. He is still better built. Has more stamina for all endeavors. Is stronger. A better fighter. Is more worldly and accomplished. He has more style and dresses far better than most young men too. He gets more lovers or any gender if he puts his mind to it and discards them with just as much as ease if he wishes to or when he's simply done with them, which yes, he has done. He replaces socialites he hangs out with constantly and more always flock his way. His social presence is still more charming and yes, he's taken care of himself far better then most men in their forties. What's there not to revel about? Means he's won life.

[tevanbegins]

The only thing I was unhappy about in the last episode: Why don't we get to see the Ortho Gods working together anymore? I was mentally prepared for Nico's absence in this episode, but why is he always MIA when Link is called in for all special cases? I understand that Link is a main character and the Chief of Ortho, so he gets all the cool surgeries, but can't Nico assist him with any of those? He is an attending now, isn't he?

When they exclusively summon Link to oversee important cases even though he is on a paternity leave, it kinda creates the wrong impression that Nico is just another average orthopedic surgeon who can only handle ordinary cases (like Shadow Shepherd.) I hate this because it's not true! Link has trained Nico himself and he had recommended him for his old Mariners job because he knew he has potential. So let him use it God dammit!

Also, I wish we at least get one scene where Link thanks Nico for managing the ortho department well in his absence – even that much bare minimum should suffice – but the writers don't consider Nico important enough to think of something as basic as that. And Nico needs friends, and I really wanted to see a deeper friendship between him and Link outside of their student-mentor dynamic. And honestly there couldn't be a better friend for him to have than Link, because he is awesome! Krista, please think!

[sam-roulette]

Recommending Free Old School RPGMaker Horror Games based on what Entity You Vibe With The Most

The Hunt: The Crooked Man. You play as David Hoover, a man going through a rough patch in his life who feels as though he has little prospects for a future and who cares for a mother who doesn’t even recognize him. After realizing that his house is haunted, he goes on a quest to see if he can find the previous owners and figure out what’s going on, all the while chased by a monster called the Crooked Man...

This ironically enough also applies as a recommendation to Martin kinnies. This is also one of the few games on the list where you’re expected to fight back.

The Slaughter: The Witch’s House. You play as Viola, a girl who must find a way out of the woods she’s trapped in. She eventually ends up having to enter the constantly warping witch’s house, where she has to figure out the mystery of the witch before the house kills her...

The character that’s being slaughtered is you. Literally anything can kill you and if you so much as look at an object wrong a random death will trigger. It is trying to hurt your character specifically all the time.

The Spiral: Yume Nikki. You play as Madotsuki, a recluse who refuses to leave her small apartment. When you go to sleep is when the game begins; your goal is to open 12 doors into a myriad of strange and unexplained worlds and collect artefacts which distort the main character’s body beyond recognition. I don’t know what else to say honestly; this is just as Spiral as it gets.

The Flesh: Porterminus. You play as Julie, a spunky teen who ends up getting controlled by an eldritch cat into fighting a myriad of terrifying flesh abominations to stave off an equally eldritch plot. A lot of the enemies look genuinely gnarly (especially since most of them used to be human) so big body horror warning on this one.  

The Lonely: Escaped Chasm. In this game by Temmie Chang (and the prequel to Dweller’s Path), you play as a girl who is wholly alone, waiting for her parents to come home as reality begins to fall apart around her. This one isn’t particularly long, but the atmosphere is genuinely lonely enough to make you ache, and there’s no save function, meaning you have to finish in one shot. The cut scenes also happen to be fully animated and are absolutely gorgeous.

The Eye: Your Turn to Die ~Death Game by Majority~. You play as Sara Chidouin, a kidnapped high school student who suddenly finds herself in the midst of a life or death game with ten other people. The name of the game is simple, really- after being given challenges with which to build trust and camaraderie, all contestants must vote on who among them will have to die, debating on the merits of each person’s life using all the information you’ve gathered at your disposal.

This one narrowly avoided being classified as The End by the virtue of the death game itself, which you discover more about as the characters try to plan an escape- the people running it just want to see what happens. And you, as the player, may just want to see how things play out as well.

The End: Mad Father. You play as Aya Drevis on the night of the anniversary of her mother’s death. She and her mother knew that her father was experimenting on humans, often using people deemed of little value to perfect his work in attempting to overcome death. On this night, his subjects come alive and attack, and it’s up to Aya to save her father- if he even deserves to be saved.

This one is mostly in The End for the theming of it- there’s a large theme running throughout the game, especially if you do side quests, about the meaning of life and helping people pass on to their deaths, and whether someone has the right to decide whether to hasten the inevitable.

The Dark: Forest of Drizzling Rain. You play as Shiori, a college student with amnesia who goes back to her hometown in an attempt to illuminate all the gaps in her memory. The village is haunted by the legend of Kotori Obake, said to be the ghost of a woman looking for her child, and whose arrival is always precipitated by rainfall... It’s up to Shiori and the mysterious museum owner, Suga, to figure out how to escape the spirit’s clutches.

This gets to be the Dark due to the fear of the unknown, which this game has in spades. This one also happens to have the plus of one of the protags, Suga, actually being mute but not a silent protagonist (as he communicates primarily through notes, which are displayed on screen), which was a really nice touch.

The Corruption: LiEat (1, 2, 3). You play as the lie-eating dragon Efina and her guardian, a con-artist whose name changes each game, as both travel from town to town to solve the mysteries surrounding a horror story. Each game centers around a different mystery, but the common thread is how Efina eats lies: by being in proximity to a liar, she can make lies appear as creatures to eat, and if the liar has deluded themselves enough, their lies will consume them and turn them into oil-smeared monsters.

These games are a little more tame compared to some others on this list, and are honestly a great ride for if you love parent-child interactions. (Fun fact: we loved these so much, we actually loosely based our eye-eating dragon Jon au off of it!)

The Buried: Mermaid Swamp. You play as Rin Yamazaki, a woman going on vacation with three of her friends when the car breaks down in the middle of the mountains. While they’re able to find shelter at an old mansion near a damp and dirty swamp, things start to go south when their friend Mika comes down with an unexplainable illness and a constant feeling of being drowned...

I’d go a little more detail into the Buried themes of it, but, well, that would run right into spoiler territory. Please heed the trigger warnings provided at the link.

The Vast: Witch’s Heart. You play as Claire Elford, an ordinary woman suddenly swept away into a manic search for the fabled Witch’s Heart. While every version of the story is different, every story has the same thing in common: the Heart has the power to grant someone’s deepest wish. Claire, now trapped in a mansion in the heart of the mountains with four others, must fight her way through a variety of monsters and spectres to try and find a way out, all the while exploring vast spaces hidden through portals throughout the house...

This one is Vast less because of the heights and vast places (though there are many here) but for the everpresent feeling that no matter what you do against the vastness of the universe and fate, it doesn’t matter. Getting further into it would be spoiler territory, and I feel like it’s best experienced without knowledge :)

The Desolation: OFF. You take control of the Batter, who has the sole mission of “purifying” the entire world of evil. The entire world, as it turns out, is also just incredibly unsettling.

It may not exactly be a horror game, but  it’s extremely disconcerting and you genuinely cannot get more desolate than this game. I don’t want to spoil the ending (even if the game is like over 10 years old at this point) but suffice it to say, when the credits rolled and “Somewhere Over The Rainbow” started playing for the first time, I felt like everything someone ever loved was burned to the ground, and like I couldn’t do a damn thing about it.

The Stranger: Ib. You play as the titular Ib, a child trapped in a haunted art gallery who has to try and get to the real world alongside two friends she finds along the way. That’s easier said than done, however, with everything in the gallery coming to life and trying to kill you...

There are a lot of things that mark this as a Stranger game, but to avoid touching on the twist, the most genuinely frightening part is That Doll Room. You’ll know it when you see it.

The Web: Close Your Eyes (Original). In this one, you play as a bouncy little Marshmallow Monk who has just escaped death row and is currently running for their life. Before too long, they find themselves in a constantly changing, distorted world, egged on by a mysterious entity called the Narrator who watches their every action and guides their every movement. The goal: get out of this alive.

This one also very narrowly avoided being branded as The Eye due to the eye imagery, the spider, the manipulation, and the Narrator, who is fully voice acted. 

[etherealseesaw]

Dannymay 2020  --  Day 1: EYE

Title: Don’t keep a eye out.

Words: 2,991

Rating: T

AO3: LINK Tags: Hurt/Comfort , Not too detailed descriptions of pain, Fluff. Summary: With a white flash as if someone took a photograph, Danny changed his forms to the more human one. Nothing out of the ordinary, he did this almost every day. Going from human to ghost and from ghost to human. And sure, he's practically sure that at least some part of him died in the incident... but mentally accepting that was still something he wasn't prepared for. For now, "going ghost" could suffice. Fuck- so why is it that my eyes hurt so damn much!? Or Danny experiences eye pain.  -Keep reading for the whole fanfic-

After one whole week of only sleeping 2 hours per day and maybe some minutes in class, to say that he was beyond tired is an understatement. Was there a conspiracy against him going around the Ghost Zone? That must be the cause, because from Saturday to Thursday almost all his time was spent on fighting some noisy ghost who can't take a hint and leave him alone. Really, it wasn't asking much!

It was unrealistic just how many ghosts were coming through the portal. Right... it wasn't as if anything in his life made any sense from the start. Maybe he could ask Tucker to see if the portal has an actual glitch or something. And yes, Tucker may not be any real engineer, but he was flawless when it came to tinkering with tech.

Anyways, it was a fresh new day and he was up before his alarm rang... which isn't necessarily a great thing since he didn't even get to enter bed yet. Yep, another great day ahead. Hurrah!

Danny could already tell how stressed he'd be by the end of this, it must have become some sort of routine at this point. Not really healthy, but what was health anyways. Ha.. Fortunately, all his NASA and Promotional Space Expedition posters, the glow in the dark stars and space themed stickers all around, helped him calm down enough to not have a mental breakdown on his bedroom floor.

With a white flash as if someone took a photograph, Danny changed his forms to the more human one. Nothing out of the ordinary, he did this almost every day. Going from human to ghost and from ghost to human. And sure, he's practically sure that at least some part of him died in the incident... but mentally accepting that was still something he wasn't prepared for. For now, "going ghost" could suffice.

Fuck- so why is it that my eyes hurt so damn much!?

As soon as his transformation ended, his eyes started to tingle with a hot pain that made having them open a struggle. Unconsciously, his hands made their way to his face and grabbed at the sides, his fingers dipped into the eyelids of the now semi closed eyes. Danny groaned loudly and practically threw himself at his bed, one leg touched the floor while the other bent with the pressure of his body, almost kneeling. His upper body reached the middle ground of the bed and he harshly pushed himself onto it. His head was the only thing not pressed against the bed as he used his elbows to propel himself up. Oh it hurt, it really really hurt.

He couldn't see straight with all the tears that managed to form. Everything was swimming and had a strange ectoplasmic-green glow that was almost unnoticeable. With a little more force than needed, he rubbed his eyes with closed fists. Doing painful and quick strokes as he started to shake and tremble more and more. His mind was buzzing with panic, his ears where ringing and his heart thumped loudly against his chest. He heard a sound, was that the alarm ringing? He couldn't tell, couldn't think. Just kept on rubbing.

How does one go from perfectly normal to -this- in a matter of seconds? What he was doing wasn't very smart, but can you blame him? As much as he'd like to be rational right now, it had taken him by surprise. He hadn't been ready for this.

Ok, stop, stop, stop. Danny commanded himself and abruptly threw his arms to each side on the bed.

His breath came out in short puffs and the skin near his eyes stung from the pure force he'd used on it. Gosh, can't he have any peace? First, the number of ghosts pestering him just keeps on growing. Second, he doesn't have time to spend with his friends and family. Third, his grades are a mess and everyone can see. And now what, this? There most be some logical way, what had he done other than fighting Technus moments prior?

His mental thoughts came to a stop as he noticed the sharp pain he'd felt wasn't there anymore. Sighing in victory, he loosened the pressure on his arms and gently rested his face against the mattress. What the fuck.

Is this some new power forming? He remembered almost freezing himself with his ice when it first appeared and when his intangibility acted up and he almost spilled his organs, literally, but it wasn't the same.. didn't feel the same. Sighing once more, Danny rolled to his back and cradled his arms on his chest.

Well, he definitely wasn't doing a good job Resting In Peace.

After the freak out, Danny shrugged off, for now, any deeper meaning behind the sudden pain he'd felt. It definitely wasn't something good, but he was ok now.

He sat up and fished the fresh clothes he was planning on dressing. It was the usual white with red details and oval in the center T-shirt, dark blue jeans and red vans but washed. The alarm had long ago stopped it's infernal high pitched beeping and was now only showing the current time.

Current time... Wait- It's already 8:20? Oh, he was going to be late. Not that he kept perfect record, not after all those times he had to sneak off to fight some random ghost intruder, or didn't even make it into the classroom. But it never felt good to actively go against his morals, especially if it was in his power to attend classes. As boring as they may be. He really wanted to take a bath, guess it needed to wait. Gross, but school was important.

The clothes were dressed in the time record, mostly because he used his powers to slip out of the old ones in an instant. But no time to dwell. With the school bag in hand, his feet almost flew with the speed he'd taken to dash across the house to the front door. A quick glance around made him realise that his parents were probably in the basement and that Jazz had already left. Can't blame her.

Another thing he was grateful for being that people in the morning were always most distracted, be it because they are going to work or because they are coming from work. He used that opportunity to slip into an alley and switch personas. The same white energy ring formed around him as his hair whitened and skin darkened. The comforting sensation of the hazmat suit pressing on his skin as he'd naturally taken to float a few inches from the ground. Again, no time to dwell. He got to be quick!

His feet shifted into his ghostly tail as he turned on invisibility and intangibility and flew straight through the brick wall. Truth be told, Danny was half expecting a ghost to show up mid way to school, but he guessed he was in luck since he arrived safe and sound.

Oh Ancients, Mr.Lancer was surely going to kill him someday. More than he already was. In his opinion Lancer was one of the best teachers, he tried his best that's for sure. Sometimes may come out as too strict or maybe uncaring, but Danny had grown fond of the behaviour and frankly missed having classes with him.

Thinking just about how many times he'd let Mr. Lancer down made him sad. He already disappointed his parents with the fact that he was what they most hated, disappointed Jazz for not trying enough to have good grades and disappointed his friends for always needing to leave them alone.

He carefully slipped into a janitorial closet, it was a small space with no light and a lot of tools to keep the school clean. There was only one door and it had a small opaque window in the middle. There was no fear of getting caught, as the corridors were bare of anyone so with that in mind, he quickly changed forms once more.

The anxiety was making him feel weak, as if his bones decided to become play-doh all of a sudden. Danny didn't need to look at the time to know classes had started a long time ago. And, of course, he was more than late.

As he left the closet, a small hiss escaped his lips as a product of his frustrations. A habit he'd attracted along the years of ghost hunting, of being a ghost, of dying.

Nausea hit him at full force as the bright light of the corridor fully seeped into his vision. The halfa wasn't happy when the same familiar pain crept behind his eyes and, as if someone blew air against his eyeballs or slightly scratched them, he impulsively closed his eyes in an aggressive matter.

Clenching his teeth and angrily grabbing his T-shirt, he slowly walked without a real direction to what he assumed was his classroom door. The vertigo didn't help his walking as he slightly stumbled and almost tripped.

He was determined to have at least one class today, and this wasn't going to stop him. It simply wasn't. Not today, not the day the ghosts decided merely not to show up.

He didn't feel his upper face, or better explaining, it was as if a cold liquid had drenched the insides of his eyes. His eyelids were on a state of coldness and hotness and the skin around furiously itched. The need scratch it was aggravating, but he maintained his control. The imaginary liquid pooled behind his eyes and dripped from his nose, to his cheeks and finally to his lips. He shivered mildly as his face continued to dance around the sensations of cold and hot at the same time, making him feel as if something had paralysed it. When he opened and closed his mouth, it didn't feel real, but as he did the same with his hands, something more alarming made his way into his mind. He also didn't feel it.

He immediately stopped in his tracks. Where was he even going? He didn't know where his class was. Did he even want to go inside.. like this?

It doesn't matter, he needed Sam and Tucker. He knew they were inside, they all shared this period. Danny just needed to breath, open his eyes slowly and act normal. Yes, that's all.

...

Doing just that, he slightly crouched down and stroked his temple with his shaky hands. What a coward he was. He experienced things worse, so why was he like this?

Taking longs breaths and concentrating on the feeling of touching, hearing, smelling something, anything. Time passed rather slow for him as his eyes strained, almost as if touched with acid. But with effort came the reward, as slowly but certainly he lazily opened his sky-blue eyes. They were unfocused and clouded. He could see where he was, could see his class not so far away. That's a relief.

Pushing aside the weird feeling still all over his face and the burning sensation still in his eyesight, he rushed to the door without paying attention to lingering nausea.

The door opened strenuously and he hurried himself inside. His vision swam less that it was seconds ago, but from the looks Mr. Lancer and other kids were giving him, something must still be off.

"Well, look who decided to show up. Tardiness is not accepted, Fenton." Concluded the teacher, Mr. Lancer, not looking the slightest happiest.

"Sorry, something came up." Danny replied halfheartedly, still feeling weak in the knees. Sam eyed him up from across the room, Tucker doing basically the same, but pausing to copy whatever was on the board.

"Go ahead then, sit down." Lancer gestured to Danny's usual and empty seat, only giving him a short and concerned glace before turning again to the used board.

With a slight nod, the halfa did as he was told and hastened to his seat. The school bag flew on top of his table as he removed the books necessary for this class and sat down with a relieved sigh. Unfortunately, he almost directly started to doze off and only stayed awake because Sam decided to elbow Danny in the shoulder, making him yelp in surprise but not loud enough to alert anybody else.

A comeback was at the tip of his tongue, but died out as he remembered that he was needed urgently to talk with his friends.

"Excuse us, sleepy princess, but we practically haven't seen each other in 3 days or more." Said Tucker with a smug but concerned undertone.

"Sorry, you know how it is... Fighting evil doers and all that jazz." Apologised Danny, blinking the tiredness out of his mind.

He stared at his table, going into a trance of thought. He needed to tell them.

"I-" Started Danny off, but was interrupted by Sam shushing him.

"Whatever you're going to say, save it. Let's talk after class." She nodded to herself as she spoke. "Try to sleep a little now, you look like hell."

And that was it, he'd tell them and they'd probably have to go to the Far Frozen or something of the likes. He didn't want to think about what if the problem was something... human. Something close to his origins, that maybe not even the ghosts could help. It was scary thinking of something so realistic as maybe going blind. He studied a lot of books about NASA and what the astronauts needed to go on a mission. They needed to be healthy, have good grades, exercise. He was far from reaching one of those things.. didn't want that to turn two.

Worries filled Danny as he drifted into the dreamland. Dreams didn't await him on the other side, but it was peaceful and relaxed him enough.

"Sleeping in class?" Jokingly lectured Tucker as he shook Danny awake.

"Come on, it already ended." Continued Sam, already ready to leave.

Getting up and gathering all his not even used supplies into the school bag, Danny walked into their side and let out a little groan. They walked in silence until they've reached a small corner where most students don't stop at. The halfa wasn't sure why they weren't talking as they'd normally do, he himself wasn't just as energised but he did think this was weird. To his surprise, however, Jazz was already waiting for them there. Pacing around the small space, she stopped when seeing the trio approach and smiled.

"Jazz? Why are you here." Asked Danny confused, but not against the situation. It was his sister after all.

"That's the thing, Danny. We're concer-" With a nasty scream, he interrupted the middle of her sentence. The eye-thing came back, with full blown pain. It felt like the first time, if not worst. As if a butter knife tapped against his eye with scorching temperatures and left behind a trail of molten metal. Without hesitation, they all ran to Danny's side and supported him with their arms.

Small crystal clean tears dripped from the halfa's face and he tried to hold back the vertigo that was trying to settle in, he didn't want this to happen He wanted to talk to them normally, fuck.

"Danny? Danny!?" Called out Sam in a frantic manner. They already knew he was pushing himself, but not this much.

"Ok, deep breaths, deep breaths. Tell me what's wrong." Jazz bent down to look better at her brothers face.

Doing as he was told, he'd push air in and out slowly and excruciating. Keeping his mind concentrated in only the task at the time and nothing else. The tingle behind his eye and the strange sensation of being hyper aware of his eyelashes, wasn't helping but, with he was determined.

"Eh-Eye-" A shaky finger pointed at his eye, he wanted them to look at whatever was doing this to him.

With a silent nod, Jazz cupped his face and elevated it to have a better look. Tucker and Sam shuffled to her sides to see too. A gasp passed around them and he felt lightheaded and reminded that he was in school, he couldn't bring so much attention to himself, or them.

"Oh Danny, if we knew you were this bad.." She sighed and gently passed a hand down his hair in a comforting manner.

"What is it-?" His voice trembled as he forced out his voice. He didn't want to hear bad news, not something irreplaceable, please, not that.

"You just seem awfully sleep deprived." Responded Tucker when hearing the panic in the others voice. "There isn't anything sticking out or pools of blood.."

"Wh- Really? But it hurts like a bitch-" As if on cue, he'd let out a small groan and scrunch his eyes for a few seconds before opening them again.

"And, And, I see everything in a weird green tint-" He continued ignoring the interruption.

"Language." Jazz said strictly, before continuing. "Hmm.. I'm not a ghost expert, but It might just be your ghost side acting up, because you aren't reacting well enough with your human one." She speculated, hoping it could calm him down as much as it could calm her down.

"I can't just rest, ghosts keep appearing everywhere! I need to- I need to-" Before he could finish, Sam pushed a finger in his lips direction and said with an exciting smile.

"Are you forgetting us? We can keep up." Sam scoffed, gesturing to herself, Jazz and Tucker.

"Yeah. We learned a lot from watching and helping in your fights!" Nodded along Tucker.

"Why don't you take this weekend off while we work, ok?" Finish Jazz, giving Danny's forehead a little kiss.

His eyes still stung, a whole damn lot, but we was feeling better mentally. Giving them a small smile, he nodded in agreement. "Ok, I'll try to do that."

[telesthisia]

Heya guys just a few recaps of past headcanons on here because I legit went my city now with this blog and have too much ;v;

Hylia is an obscure and lost goddess by the Downfall Era, because of the vast records that only the Hyrulean Family possess most of the members are aware of all the eras that goes on in the official Zelda Timeline. BUT the final battle between Ganondorf and Link, with Link being the loser much of Hyrule’s history is lost to the great destruction that came with Link’s failure in the battle. With the brief power trip, Ganondorf only briefly succumb to the madness that comes with the Triforce that draws out the greed of humanity (I mean, Hilda and Yuga are both very good examples to what happens when you only have greed on your mind, no matter how will intended you are as with Hilda). It takes a sound mind and heart to wield the awesome powers of the Triforce... that in mind Hyrule more or less BURNED to the ground and so many things were lost before OOT Zelda and the sages sealed him away. And aside from the royal archives hidden away from the public, not many people know about the history of the nation. And well, let’s not forget the imprisoning war that went on in ALTTP as well as the plagues and disasters that hit before Agahnim came, so suffice to say even in Zelda’s time Hyrule was to shit. The only existing reference to Hylia is Lake Hylia and most believe the name is from the word Hylian so :’) 

As such, when she took the crown after the events of ALTTP as the sole heir since the Triforce could not revive the dead, she wishes to lead the nation to the Golden Age before war plagued the lands and before Agahnim fucked shit up. 

People are maaaaaad salty with OOT Link while OOT Zelda is on thin ice, which is why there are little to no references to them in the downfall period unlike with the other periods of time. ALTTP Zelda has so many feels for the OOT squad really after reading up the history about them.  

 Weeps this entire post is too much to shorten but very important to take note of!

Zelda is very OP in that she has the power of the goddess Hylia, power from the sages, and light force but it works against her rather than for her because Poor Health Issues™ and to add to that, she’s known as the “holy sacrifice”. Meaning those who want to resurrect Ganon much like Twinrova tried to must use Zelda as sacrifice for that, meaning her life for his. As such, she’s very much a big target for those who align themselves with Agahnim/Ganondorf or anyone who wishes to use her powers for dark arts really. Being Zelda is suffering ;v;!!! For the most part, she tries to keep her light magic on the DL but many are aware of the mysterious powers flowing through the royal family veins. 

In that regard, since Hylia is more or less forgotten, no one really knows that the royal family actually did in fact descend from gods. It’s funny, irl many kings lied about coming from gods to keep their power but in LOZ, the royal family try to present themselves as ordinary people to hide the secret of the fact that they came from a goddess. Mostly to prevent issues that could arise from this... :’) 

So with that in mind, what can Zelda do? She can heal, use telepathy, bless weapons, seal away darkness, break down seals with the help of the seven maidens, clairvoyance... and yeah that’s it I’m pretty sure!

She is a romantic, the edgy gothic kind that loves nature, heroic tales, and focuses on emotions but also explores the morbid and melancholic. And also a hopeless romantic but keeps this side hidden, all those romance novels are a secret that no one must know.  

[ducavalentinos]

I’m working on the borgia asks my lovely anon(s) send me about Cesare and I’m writing here and reading some quotes and I just had random thought:

Cesare’s biographers, Borgia biographers in general, usually claim that Cesare’s good administration of the Romagna, his consideration for the inhabitants of the cities he conquered had nothing to do with any genuine personal concern of his. It was just egotist and pragmatic measures to ensure the favour of the people to his side, and so making it easier to establish and maintain his power in these places. And here’s the thing: They’re not entirely wrong, it would be hard to deny he acted on his self-interest,—not that it really matters tbh since in politics, at least as far as I’m concerned, concrete actions weighs more than intentions when making a judgment of a government. Intentions are nothing but an sketch, what truly impacts people lives in the end, are actions. And on that front, it’s equally hard to deny (although some scholars do try) that Cesare’s actions were positive for the Romagna—but then again I don’t think it’s so black and white as they make it seem.

A quote from of Julius Caesar’s biographer, Cesare’s role model and hero, gets closer to the political mind and the complexity of both men: 

“Caesar was a paradox as a politician. On one hand his priority was always Caesar. He wanted to advance himself. But on the other hand, instead of always supporting the side of the wealth and powerful, he would try to extend more benefits to ordinary people.” - Barry Strauss.

Of course Cesare put himself and his family first, of course he was ambitious and he wanted to advance himself, and it is a wise to make your subjects love you instead of hating you, there’s a pragmatic, some would even say opportunistic side to that, or even a sort of a “populist policy” even though the term populist is a confusing one with many definitions, and it is sometimes used pejoratively or as a synonymous for demagogy too, and I have my own disagreements with that on some cases, but in Cesare’s case in particular, it’s clear he is linked to these political concepts because he was a charismatic and strong leader, who was popular among his subjects, and whose policies tended to benefit them more than previous rulers who exploited them with heavy taxes with little return towards their stability or safety of their goods and lives, and oppressed them violently if they dared to complain. In a way, Cesare was following his father's policy along with a more than evident influenced policy from his mancrush mentioned above.

But at the same time, just as Bradford concedes to Lucrezia, that when she had the opportunity to express herself, she would prove to be compassionate and good (and she followed both her brother and father's policies as well at Spoleto and Ferrara so yeah it was a family thing) the same can and should also be applied to Cesare. With the administrative measures he took in the Romagna, a case could be made that although his actions might have been the result of a pragmatic policy, they could also have been the result of his own convictions about governing, and a genuine concern. We can see that wherever he was in position of power, he proved to be good, compassionate and just for those under his rule, while his alleged "cruelty" was as Woodward says: “severity of the sort needed to repress crime and to nip political disorders in the bud.” Otherwise peace and prosperity are impossible and you cannot govern at all. These different notions can coexist, it doesn’t have to be one or the other and I think it’s a more reasonable assessment than to say he was your “typical demagogue” as Deus misleadingly describes him, or that everything he did was only for selfish reasons. Clearly it wasn't, Leslie Garner in his work about Cesare acknowledges that, and he was hardly a sympathizer of him.

We know that he listened patiently to all the complaints made by the inhabitants of Forlì, even though he didn’t really had to do that, he could have listened for a few hours maybe, and then delegated to someone else on his staff. If his concern was only a front to gain popular support as it is assumed, that would have had sufficed imo. His popularity wouldn’t have suffered because just the mere fact someone was listening to them at all was, in itself, a suprise for these citizens. But he made it a point to be there himself through the whole thing, and to also punish his own men in order to give them, his new subjects, justice. That shows his commitment to some degree, it shows he was deathly serious about his bans against any plunder or violence against the citizens, it wasn’t just pretty words to please them and later on forgetten, surprisingly. He did that more than once. It was important to him that things were done right, and that justice was made. Even Sacerdote, who like Leslie Garner, was hardly a sympathizer of Cesare and his family, has to grant him that he was "a lover of justice" and we see it through his own letters as well.

If Cesare appealed to the masses exclusively for his own ambition and benefit, which sometimes leads to a ludicrous comparison to Nero for example lol, since he is known as that type of emperor (most likely unjustly) it would have been more transparent imo, eventually the true colors of a leader make themselves known, esp. considering all eyes were on Cesare, all the time. His efforts to administer his duchy alongside his close proximity, and the time he spent with citizens of Cesena, Imola, Forlì, to the point that he even criticized by the members of the elite and had to tone it down because oh my god! a ruler cannot be this acessible these peasants! what is this?! The scandal! was as much part of a clever policy as it was a characteristic of his person and his own preferements.

It’s almost impossible not to notice that he actually seemed to prefer the company of 1) his Spaniards and 2) his romagnols subjects than that of nobles and their ambassadors, which could help explain in part why he made himself so hard to be accessed by them. And honestly I can’t say I blame him. I too, would rather be in the company of people that wouldn’t just love to stab me to death if they could, or regarded themselves superior to me because of their ancient bloodline, or that I knew that in my presence they were all compliments and smiles, but the moment they walked out the door, they would keep insulting me and my family and writing half truths or lies about me. 

The point is: as with everything concerning Cesare, it’s almost never one thing or the other, just as his actions can not be explained by one reason alone. It's an ensemble of many factors, from his personal feelings to his own personal set of beliefs and vision, to his political thinking, and the ever-changing political scenarios around him. And I think his administration goes into that, a lot. More than anything else in his life I’d say.

[jksmoongf]

Kissing Fire [pt. 9]

Pairing: Jungkook x reader x girlfriend (oc) Genre: cheater!AU, angst, smut Wordcount: 9.1k Warning: smut, lies, heartbreak and more lies and maybe fluff if you squint

Summary: It always feels like there is only one person in the world to love. And then you find somebody else.

a/n: I don’t condone cheating on your s.o., so please don’t read if you have a problem with this! (also I’m not saying this is something Jungkook would actually do!) Warning chapter 9: smut (( oral (kinda? / male receiving), some good old tiddie fucking, classic unprotected vaginal sex, profanities), a shit-ton of crying, fluff (if you squint really really hard)

The early signs of what had looked like harbingers of spring on the cold winter day had diminished into nothingness; the sun was hiding behind a thick blanket of clouds which were getting darker in the distance. Yina wrapped her blush pink coat tighter around her body as she made her way through the small side streets of Gangnam. The music from her headphones was drowning out the outside world and her thoughts; she couldn’t let herself think and fall into a black hole when her body was about to succumb to the tightness spreading in her chest. Yet, a small spark of hope was still glimmering in her heart that maybe she just misunderstood and he had been talking to his older cousin. Yina knew it was delusional and irrational to hold on to that thought but it was all that kept her from breaking down. She had to keep it together; she was not going to cry in public making people feel bad for her or pity her; leaving them to wonder what had happened to her. Her feet carried her to one of the cafés nearby, it was a popular spot because of its cute aesthetics a lot of people came here to take pictures for their Instagram. Her voice was shaking when she ordered a big mug of plum tea. While she was waiting at the counter; she looked around trying to find a table that would give her some privacy but the only two tables that she deemed suitable were occupied by a teenage couple playing tonsil tennis and a group of girls her age just chatting away. Then she spotted a table close to the back of the big cafe that would suffice; surrounded by businessmen working on their laptops, two older women in their thirties with their babies and a few students who seemed to be buried neck-deep in their books. Clumsily she grabbed the mug, thanking the barista over and over again before hurrying to her designated table, when her foot got caught on the strap of a backpack on the floor, almost making her spill the steaming hot contents of her mug not only over herself but also the guy’s laptop. “You have to be careful. Is everything okay?” The guy flashed a smile at her; her face burning red in embarrassment as she bowed a little. “Yes, I’m sorry.” “Oh, don’t apologize. Nothing happened.” He waved his hands, directing his attention back to the computer screen. With a sigh, she dropped her bag on the table, setting the cup down. Originally she had planned to sit on the other side but she couldn’t bear the thought of having to look at the guy the whole time she was here when she had embarrassed herself in front of him. Draping her coat over the empty chair next to her, she finally sat down. Carefully she swirled the little tea steeper around, the small clink of her bracelet on the table made her stomach churn. Her fingers traced the delicate links of the gold band around her wrist; a gift from Jungkook for their 100th day anniversary. She remembered that day so clearly; how upset she had been that he had to film all day when it was such an important day in their relationship but he picked her up at midnight and took her to Han River. They walked for a long time in the warm summer night before he gave her the bracelet and promised her things, she now knew he wouldn’t be able to keep. Sinking her teeth into her lip tint coated bottom lip, she blinked ferociously to keep the tears at bay for now. She had no real proof, maybe she really just misunderstood because he had been acting strange. He would never do that to her; Jungkook was a good guy, he was so loving, kind and loyal that Yina was sure she was wrong about this - she just had to be. After unzipping her bag, she pulled out her laptop, setting it down in front of her. A small giggle escaping her lips when she saw the name of the free Wifi provided by the cafe, dejabrew - she had always been a sucker for a good pun. Her fingers rested on the keyboard; how was she going to do this without Jungkook finding out? He would be so mad if he found out she was snooping around, breaking his trust in her. Yina felt like a cartoon character with an angel on one shoulder, telling her to trust her boyfriend and a demon on the other pushing her to go looking for the answers she needed. Shaking her head, as if to make the little invisible creatures disappear, she typed the website into the search bar. If she was wrong and Jungkook found out about it she would have to lie to him but she was willing to risk it. Quickly she put in his login details on iCloud, her whole body shaking when her index finger tapped on the trackpad to sign in. Luckily he had not changed his password in the last few months after using her laptop to set up his new phone; she knew it would come in handy that he stored all of his photos on here. She closed her eyes as the new screen loaded, taking its sweet time downloading the copious amounts of pictures her boyfriend had taken. At first, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Selfies, pictures of the sky and from traveling, videos of himself eating, pictures and clips with his older brothers and some staff members and pictures with her; when he still cared enough to actually take pictures with her or of her for that matter. It made her feel queasy to look back on those photos when they were happy; Jungkook was so sweet and handsome, truly a loving boyfriend that she could see herself marrying. Maybe it had been all in her head when she spotted the pictures he had edited for y/n; only recognizing them because -out of courtesy-, she followed the tramp on Instagram. She enlarged the picture, her eyes scanning every inch of her - yes she was pretty and she seemed nice enough to keep her around but just seeing her face left a bitter taste in Yina’s mouth. Ever since that girl had come into their friend group, everything had changed - all the dynamics were so messed up now, making her wish that she had never moved to Seoul in the first place. She wanted to slap herself for thinking that Jungkook would actually betray her like that when her eyes darted to a folder in the menu on the left labeled as private. Furrowing her brows, she didn’t hesitate to click on it, shifting in her spot as the pictures loaded one by one. A smug smiling pulling at the corners of her mouth when she saw the countless shirtless pictures of him. She knew he was proud of his body, he had worked so hard to shape it that way and he looked like one of those marble statues from ancient times. Sucking in a sharp breath through her teeth, her eyes darted to the small pictures of his hand down his sweatpants, his erection prominently visible through the fabric. He had never sent her one of those pictures, which she was thankful for. He knew she liked the real thing more than raunchy pictures, especially when she thought that all penises looked like slugs that she wouldn’t even want in her mouth if it was up solely up to her. The new set of pictures was pretty much a repetition of the older ones but a picture that seemed to be all black caught her attention. Without giving herself time to contemplate whether she really wanted to see it or not, she clicked on it; her mouth falling open when she saw her in his arms, her lips pressed to his cheek while he had a bright smile on his face. Her stomach was doing somersaults, any sign of color vanishing from her face. The photo was taken four months ago and he looked so happy, happier than she had seen him in a long time when he was with her. Quickly she closed the picture, not being able to handle looking at it any longer; everything around her seemed to be spinning in circles. A part of her wanted to just log out of his account and forget that she ever saw it but the other part that wanted to know more won the battle inside her head. She didn't have to scroll further down to find similar pictures of them; hugging and holding hands. Cautiously she zoomed in on a picture, she rolled her eyes; it was one of those popular couples pictures. She could only see a part of Jungkook’s arm, he was holding her hand but she was facing the camera, laughing, the wind blowing in her hair by the river. If anger and hurt weren’t chipping away at her heart, she would have liked the picture but it just made her want to scratch the y/n's eyes out. She was torturing herself; skipping through all the photos of them kissing; kissing in his bed, his studio, the elevator, the practice room. It was making her sick to her stomach but she couldn’t stop, she needed more evidence. Not bothering to look at the nudes of the girl that had ruined her relationship, she kept scrolling until she saw the small play button down at the bottom where the most recent files were. She scurried to get her headphones from her coat pocket, plugging them into her laptop before turning it more to the wall so nobody around her would be able to see what was happening on the screen. Yina held her breath when she hit play, recognizing the tiny bit of fabric from the skirt she hated so much. Her brows furrowed as she watched Jungkook’s mouth go to town between y/n’s legs. Fingers wrapping around the tabletop when the realization began to sink in that this had been filmed the same day they had disappeared to pick out pictures to edit. Her leg was bobbing up and down rapidly; she had kissed him when they came back - “Ahh noona! Noona this hurts.” His whiny voice interrupted her train of thought, making her x’ed-out of the video quickly. With shaking hands, she reached for her tea in hopes that it would calm down her upset stomach. The thought of him kissing her after eating out another girl was sickening, her heart convulsing uncomfortably.  She closed her eyes for a moment to take deep breaths before she moved on to the next video, regretting it as soon as moans were ringing loudly in her ears - Jungkook was making noises she had never heard from him before. The contents of her stomach trying to force its way into her mouth; eyes swimming in tears as she watched her boyfriend pleasure another girl so shamelessly without protection when he always made it a point to use it with her. Unmindfully she ripped the headphones from her ears, slamming the laptop shut, if she had to look at them fucking for another second she would throw up all over the table. Burying her face in her hands, Yina finally let out a sob from deep within her chest. She should have seen this coming; all the signs were there right in front of her. He had started to push her away, he had been so cold and distant that every other girl would have known something was wrong - that someone else had driven a wedge in between them. But she had been blind to it all, the rose-colored glasses hindering her from seeing what was actually happening. He never wanted to sleep with her anymore, when just months ago he couldn’t keep his hands off her, because he was getting it somewhere else. The sour taste of bile coated her tongue; as the torturous images replayed in her head over and over again without any sign of stopping. Hot tears were streaming down her cheeks, the stinging pain in her chest making it almost impossible for her to breathe. They made her look like a fool in front of everyone; she was sure all of them knew and she was the only one left in the dark. She felt so stupid, she should have known that Jungkook was cheating on her with that countryside bimbo that Taehyung brought along. “Is everything okay?” One of the older women stood by her table, her child propped up on her hip, concern plastered all over her aging features. “Yeah, yes everything’s fine.” Yina smiled, using the back of her hand to wipe away the tears as the woman handed her a paper napkin. “Thank you.” She bowed her head, tears falling from her eyes, staining her skirt as she closed them. “Don’t let anything get you down, you’re too young and pretty to cry.” But she wasn’t too young nor too pretty to have her heart broken into a million pieces by a stupid boy but still, the lady’s words struck a nerve; unraveling a wave determination inside her. She wouldn’t let Jungkook and y/n walk all over her; nor would she let them make a fool out of her in front of their friends. With a weak smile she thanked the woman again before reaching for her phone to text her friend Yuri; the only person she could always count on to have her back and the only one she would find some comfort in now that she had all the confirmation she needed. * 

Jungkook was sitting on the couch in the motel room, kneading his bottom lip with his fingers. He had picked up y/n from work after recording all afternoon to spend some time with her before everything was going to change. This room wasn’t as cozy as the last one but they weren’t even staying the night, just a few hours to be alone. Wondering if his heart rate was ever going to slow down, he began to feel anxious as he listened to the running water of the shower. He had missed the perfect chance to break up with Yina but after she gave him his favorite cookies he couldn’t bear the thought of hurting her when she had been so sweet to get them for him. It was a vicious cycle of him being too weak to go through with it, although he had promised Ha-na he would finally do it. She was right, Yina deserved to find out from him. It was his fault; he let himself fall out of love with her and now he had to be a man and be honest with her and tomorrow would be the day. Maybe it wasn’t just the fear of hurting her that paralyzed him for the past months; the fear of his older brothers getting mad at him playing a much bigger role than he liked to admit. They would find out eventually, but Jungkook had to cling to the small chance that they would just accept him being with y/n - especially Taehyung. He was sure the older one would so happy to see them together. But for some reason, this moment felt like his last night on earth. She got out of the shower, wrapping the worn down hotel towel around her body. Jungkook always had a habit of picking her up from work when she was sweaty and smelled like Korean barbecue. Usually, while she was in the shower, he would play music and she could faintly listen to him sing but tonight he was quiet. On the way to the hotel, he had told her bits and pieces of his conversation with Jimin and Ha-na, she knew he was worried - his big brown eyes drooping in sadness whenever he spoke. They weren’t going to tell anyone so she didn’t quite understand why he was so distraught. After drying off her hair a little with a smaller towel, she opened the door to find Jungkook exactly where she had left him fifteen minutes ago; on the sofa deep in thought. The floor creaked underneath her feet as she made her way over to him, sitting down on the cheap faux leather loveseat. She couldn’t help but admire his face, and although his eyes looked sad, they were still filled with all the stars in the galaxy. His bottom lip jutted out into a small pout as he absentmindedly picked on the peach fuzz of his right cheek, staring at the stained carpet. “Hey.” She mumbled against his ear, softly pressing her lips to his cartilage making him flinch from the unexpected peck. “Were you daydreaming?” He hummed, not wanting to make her heart any heavier than it already was. She ran her hand through his dark locks, peppering kisses light as feathers down his neck, feeling his body tense up. Pulling away, she eyed him carefully; wondering why he looked so burdened when everything was okay according to him. “What’s wrong, baby?” Jungkook shook his head; pressing his lips together into a tight line. “Nothing.” Not so elegantly she climbed onto his lap, legs dangling off the side, cupping his cheeks with both of her hands. “Kookie, I know you better than I know myself and I can tell something is bothering you. Please tell me what’s wrong so you don’t have to suffer in silence.” Deep down she knew that the conversation weighed heavy on his mind but a part of her was certain that he didn’t tell her everything that had been said in the room earlier that day. “It’s really nothing. I’m fine, noona.” The smile on his face didn’t reach his eyes like it normally did; making them sparkle like fireworks in the night sky and it worried her. He leaned forward, his lips ghosting over her clavicle as he inhaled the clean scent of her skin, trying to regain the usual feeling of home whenever he was with her, wanting to feel safe so badly. Forehead resting against her shoulder, his fingers sunk deeper into the towel around her waist as if she would just get up and leave him if he didn’t hold on to her as tightly as he could. He needed to feel okay; he didn’t want to feel this way when she was around - she was his happy place. Gently she ran her nails down the back of his neck, drawing indecipherable patterns on his golden skin, the short hair tickling her fingertips. “Noona…” His voice was small when he finally spoke after a while. “I-I-…” He sat up, his dark eyes diving into hers. “I’m scared..” It was nothing but a whisper; she knew it had taken everything out of him to admit what she had known all along. “So scared that I’ll lose you..” Tilting her head a little, she sighed as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “This could be our last night together, so you better make it count, Jeon.” She mused, a smug smile playing on her lips - a desperate attempt to lighten the mood that was about to crush both of them. “Don’t talk like that, please.” He whined, throwing his head back but she used her arms to move it back to where she could gently press small pecks onto his slightly chapped lips. This time he kissed her back; feverishly his tongue darted into her mouth, catching her off guard as it started a play fight with hers. The rough skin of his hands felt warm against her thighs as they slowly rubbed them up and down before taking back their place on her waist, pulling her tighter to his chest. As if her mouth was uncharted territory, his tongue tried to get a taste of what he had been missing for what seemed like an eternity. She pulled away, resting her forehead against his. “I love you, I’ll always be here, Kookie. No matter what happens, okay?” His lips ghosted over hers, feeling the smile tugging on them she harshly reconnected them - every second she didn’t spend kissing him was a waste of time. The urge to feel him grew inside of her, spreading slowly through her body. With restless fingers she began tugging at his shirt while he sucked on her bottom lip, making it throb from the blood rushing to it. But Jungkook wasn’t ready to break the kiss, not wanting to be separated from the lips that made him forget every bad thing that had happened that day. Capitulating when his tongue slowly licked back into her mouth to massage hers, her hand disappeared under his shirt. Feeling his soft, warm skin as she delicately brushed over his toned stomach, eliciting a small sigh from the doe-eyed boy. Dragging her nails further down his abdomen until she hit the much-hated belt buckle, which denied her entrance for the time being. Opening her eyes, her gaze rested on his long eyelashes brushing against his skin; he was lost in the moment of feeling her lips on his like it was the last time. An overwhelming feeling of love for the boy in front of her made her eyes tear up; he was everything to her, her whole world. She pulled away, Jungkook’s eyes fluttering open instantly as her warmth left him. “Why did you stop?” His lips were swollen, already moving to form a pout yet again, like a child who didn’t get all the chocolate that he wanted to eat before dinner. But he got no answer, her fingers reached for his shirt tugging it over his head, giving herself a brief moment to bathe in the glory that was Jungkook. With hooded eyes he watched as she slid down his lap, kneeling on the sofa next to him, fingers busy with unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans. Rather impatiently she tugged them down his thighs, letting them pool at his ankles. Sitting back on her heels, she untied the towel from around her body. Jungkook gulped down the salvia that collected in his mouth as his dark brown eyes wandered over the soft flesh, lingering on the triangle between her legs. She leaned forward, leaving a trail of burning hot open-mouthed kisses down his neck to his chest, steadying herself on his thighs as she made her way further down. His mind must have been preoccupied; usually, his dick would be hard as a rock after making out but not this time. Pushing aside the worries and insecurities that started to fog up her brain; she adjusted herself to pepper little pecks on his femur, feeling his muscles tense up the closer she got to her destination. When suddenly his hand got in the way, covering up his member. “Noona, please don’t…” Embarrassment swayed in his voice. “Why not? I want to feel you get hard in my mouth.” Her fingers wrapped around his rough hand, gently moving it out of the way. Jungkook sucked in a breath through gritted teeth as he watched her lips ghost over the soft flesh before taking it in her mouth. He let his head fall back, breathy sighs escaping his lips blending seamlessly with the sucking noises bouncing off the walls. Her tongue gingerly played with his slowly hardening dick, his fingers woven in her slightly damp hair as she sucked like her life depended on it. “Baby…” He whined, his chest heaving up and down as she cupped his balls, massaging them. With a juicy plop, she pulled her head back to give the reddened head tiny kitten licks, lapping up the first drops of precum. “Fuck, y/n..feels g-good.” He choked out while she sank her mouth further down his length again, the confinement of her throat tightening when she swallowed around him, his nails digging into her scalp. “Kook, ouch.” She pulled away, his saliva coated erection slapping against his stomach breaking the string of spit that connected him to her mouth. “I’m sorry, noona.” Gently patting her head to ease the pain he had caused her, looking down, his gaze glued to the mounds of her breasts pressed against his thigh. 

Sneakily his fingertips danced from her neck over her throat and further down until they reached the soft round flesh. He swallowed the water that gathered in his mouth, eyes darting between his cock and the valley of her breasts that looked so inviting. “Noona…can I-I…” She didn't wait for him to word his desire, but simply adjusted her body in a way that would accommodate his throbbing member; propping her arm up next to his other thigh to give her some leverage as she pulled her upper body up, leaning against his torso, her right boob pressed against his lower stomach. Eagerly she reached for his dick, sliding it between her breasts, only to cup the right one with her left arm to make it as tight as it needed to be for Jungkook’s pleasure. He exhaled shakily in anticipation resting his hand on her back when she smiled up at him. “Kiss.” She demanded, puckering her lips and he happily obliged, leaning down to place a chaste kiss on them. “More.” Letting out a chuckle, he kissed her harder, teeth grazing her bottom lip when without warning she started moving. Jungkook moaned into her mouth, the soft, squishy flesh of her breasts forcing more precum to spill. 

Looking down at the angry reddened tip that was ejaculating from in between her bosom with every bob. She lowered her head, kissing it every chance she got. Before holding still to run the back of her tongue over the exposed part of the shaft, trying to savor the sweet saltiness as much as she could, coating her tastebuds in it. “Fuck, noona…please don’t. I’ll cum.” He whimpered, legs squirming against the fake leather, his toes curling when she started rocking back and forth, sucking harshly on the tip. Wrapping his hand around her hair, he abruptly pulled her head back.  “You’re weak.” She giggled, pushing herself up.  “For you, yes.” His chest was rising and falling quickly; he took deep breaths trying to calm the whirlwind inside of him that had almost pushed him over the edge far too soon for his liking. 

“Do you want to make out for a bit so you can calm down?” He shook his head, both of his hands grabbing her hips as she straddled him, wiggling her hips. A gasp fell from his mouth when he slid with ease through her folds, coating it in her sweet juices. He tried hard to think of every unsexy thing he had ever seen; Jin hyung in his funny glasses on stage, the time he had thrown up from drinking too much with Jimin, Hobi scolding him when he messed up during practice, desperately needing a distraction from her rubbing her clit on his sensitive head. Up until this point Jungkook had been sure that his dick couldn’t get any harder than this, alas he was wrong - the protruding vein throbbing dangerously as her slick folds embraced him. Her swollen lips were so close to his ear that they drowned out every thought in his head; she was moaning so deliciously that he was about to erupt like a volcano. She was really testing him today; how was he supposed to hold back and wait for her to get off first? When suddenly her movements stopped and she lifted herself up, knees digging into the sofa as she reaching around from behind to grab his cock by the base, holding it in place to lower herself down yet again. Both moaning loudly as the tip forced its way through the small hole, stretching it until it swallowed his entire length.  She held on tightly to his shoulder, Jungkook’s fingers squeezing her still bruised ass- making sure to leave marks behind. He tried to help her find a steady rhythm when she started bouncing up and down slowly, giving herself time to adjust to him being inside her from this angle. Jungkook was about to lose his mind, feeling like he was at her mercy; her boobs swaying right in front of his face. He couldn’t stand to just look at them any longer- he knew it wasn’t quite as sensual as when she was sprawled out on his bed and he could take his sweet time worshipping every inch of her. Quickly his tongue darted out, toying with the hard bud before sucking it into his mouth. She cried out; his ministrations making her head fall back when he gently sunk his teeth in to increase the pressure. “Jungkook-ah..” She mewled, nails scratching his skin; her walls tightening around him, working hard on getting him to explode. He bucked his hips up, meeting her halfway, eliciting another cry from her. Mesmerized by the way she sounded and moved, just using him to get herself off on his dick, had his head in the clouds. Leaving him to wonder, how he got so lucky that she chose him to be hers. She sank down on him, taking him all the way, wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders to bury her face in the crook of his neck. Hot breath fanning against his sweat glisten skin, she was grinding her hips back and forth; making him hit the right spot over and over again, her clit rubbing against his skin right above the base of his cock. His hands danced up and down her back, trying to hold back a little while longer; his cock rubbing against the hidden rough patch of skin inside of her. 

She lifted her head up, resting her forehead against Jungkook’s, sweat slowly dripping down his temples when her weight shifted and she started bobbing up and down his cock again quicker than before. Never breaking eye contact, Jungkook felt the knot in his stomach pulling itself together, ready to burst into a million pieces at any second. Ravishing the feeling of her body so close to his, he pulled her even closer to him; her breasts pressed to his chest. 

“I love you..” He panted, her velvet walls convulsing around him rapidly. “God, I love you so, so much, baby.” She smiled, masking the fact that her walls were squeezing him extra tight on purpose. “I love y-“ Cutting her off, he locked his arms around her back; holding her still - hips thrusting inside her without mercy, chasing his own high. “Oh god! Right there, baby. Fuck.” She whined, choking on air when her legs began to shake; she was really close to coming undone. “Don’t close your eyes.” He grunted, still relentlessly fucking her as deep and fast as he could, her arousal dripping down his length. 

Blinding lights flashed before her eyes when her high finally washed over her like a tsunami, needy moans echoing from the walls; clinging to her lover for support while he helped her ride it out until the waves subsided. The almost unbearable tightness of her orgasm pushed Jungkook over the edge; painting her walls as white as snow. His thrusts were getting sloppy, mumbling profanities against her lips before he let his head fall back, his body going limp from the exhausting sprint. He felt her soft lips on his; the kiss was innocent like it was the first time many moons ago; she brushed his bangs from his face. “Hmm, you look so pretty right after you cum.” She smiled; Jungkook felt the heat rushing to his face, quickly closing his eyes to escape the situation that had his ears burning up. “Noona, I told you not to say those things.” He whined, trying to hide the smile that was threatening to spread on his face. “Fine, I’ll never say something like that again.” After a quick peck to the column of his throat, she tried to get up but he pulled her back, his arm securely around her back. “No! Don’t stop, please.” Jungkook brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, reconnecting their lips for a second. She chuckled, playfully hitting his chest. “I knew it, you do like it.” She poked his sides, making him giggle and squirm underneath her. “Maybe.” He shrugged trying to keep his composure, peppering small kisses on her cheek when a rumbling noise between their bodies startled both of them. “Are you hungry?” He crooked an eyebrow, eyeing her intently. “Yeah.” Puckering her lips together like a fish, she gently patted her stomach. “Starving, actually.” “Me too.” He confessed, mimicking her lips from before. “God, if you weren’t so cute, you would be really annoying.” Jungkook smiled, bunny teeth on full display. “But lucky for me you, you do think I’m cute.” “The cutest.” She added, softly squishing both his cheeks between her hands, pressing her lips to the tip of his nose. “I love you.” “I love you too, y/n.” Biting down on her lip in order to hide how giddy it still made her feel on the inside when he said her name; it danced so beautifully off his tongue. “How about I’ll go get us some food while you get cleaned up and maybe you can pick out a movie?” “Sounds perfect.” Fishing his t-shirt off the back of the couch, she quickly pulled it over her head; Jungkook loved how it hugged her body in all the right places; she looked so cute with cum smeared on her thighs as she walked to the bathroom. Quickly he got dressed; zipping his hoodie all the way, it would be too cold outside without the warming underlayer of his shirt. After slipping on his shoes by the door, he peeked into the bathroom watching her clean herself up with a washcloth. “I won’t be long, baby.” “Okay.” She mumbled, pulling the baby pink panties up her legs before combing through her now semi-dry hair with her fingers. It always struck her as odd that, although Jungkook had just left, she missed him already. She pulled his shirt up to her nose; the usual smell of his fabric softener mixed with his perfume never failed to make her feel happy and calm. She walked back into the room; it really wasn’t the nicest hotel they had been to but their options were limited tonight. She picked up the remote from the desk next to the bed to go through the movie catalog when suddenly a knock on the door startled her. Was he back already? “I’m coming.” She called, her eyes darting to his phone that he had forgotten to take with him - quickly she picked it up on her way to the door. “Next time take your ph-“ She started lecturing the second she pulled the door open to the dimly lit corridor but it wasn’t Jungkook standing in front of her. “Y-Yina?” Muttering more to herself than to the girl in front of her. Eyes wide in shock and like a fish out of water, she opened and closed her mouth, trying to understand what was happening - desperately looking for a lie that would explain why she was wearing Jungkook’s shirt and nothing else. “Can I come in? Thanks.” Yina pushed past her into the room, a short sturdy girl in a leather jacket following her. The shorter one made eye contact with her for a millisecond and she swore that if looks could kill, she would be lying on this dirty hotel carpet taking her last breaths. She swallowed hard, closing the door behind her to rest her back against it; denial making her head spin, this had to be a bad dream. “Y/n, don’t just stand there.” Yina’s voice was as cold as ice, her skin crawling from the way she said her name - only fueling the hate she had for it; it just wasn’t the same compared to when Jungkook said it so sweet and soft with his saccharine voice of an angel. Her legs felt heavy as she dragged them down the short hallway into the main room. Yina and her friend were looking around, she couldn’t help but stare at the spot on the couch where only a few minutes ago she had made love to Yina’s boyfriend. As if this wasn’t bad enough, small drops of his cum stained the sofa; there was no way for her to wipe them off without the two girls noticing. Her nails dug into her left forearm, waiting for the younger girl to finally speak when she turned around to face her, it was like a handful of ice cubes was gliding down her esophagus and forming a big clump in her stomach. “What’s wrong y/n? You look surprised!” The light-hearted tone in her voice did not augur well - nausea draining her mouth of any moisture. She had to find a way to get out this situation; she was so accustomed to lying that usually it was fairly easy by now to come up with believable lies concerning Jungkook but no lie was going to explain away all the evidence in this cheap hotel room. In her head Jungkook had always been the one to finally end things with Yina, not once did a scenario involving her having to face her all alone occur in her mind . “Yina, I-…i-it’s not what it l-looks like.” Her tongue had trouble forming the words - usually, she was good at thinking on her feet, always a witty remark on the tip of her tongue but it was like her brain was slowing down, clogged up with fear and the sheer terror of how this was going to play out. Yina turned to her friend. “Can you believe that she’s still trying to lie to me?” Before the girl could say anything, she took a step forward. “I’m not.” She burst out desperately hoping the two girls would just give up and leave. 

“Y/n…y/n…y/n… cut the bullshit! I know you have been sleeping with my boyfriend.” Yina’s eyes flickered in disgust as she contemptuously looked her up and down. “Do yourself a favor and stop denying it.” “I’m not denying anything, just let me explain.” The words had already left her mouth when she realized what she had said. There was no way to tell her without making her feel worse than she already did. “Explain to me what exactly? I don’t want to know which dirty tricks you played on him to get him to cheat on me.” She let out a frustrated whine, running her fingers through her hair.  “I didn’t trick him into anything. We didn’t plan this, we didn’t want to hurt you.” 

Yina huffed under her breath, feeling her body shake; anger and the overwhelming disappointment making her want to hurt y/n, forcing her to suffer the pain she was feeling but her cracked heart experienced an odd sensation of pity for the girl in front of her. She looked so small and defeated, eyes swimming in tears as she fixated her gaze on the ground, her arms wrapped around her waist as if she was trying to comfort herself for being a home-wrecker. So she closed her eyes, she had to stay in control - they hurt her, they made her look like a complete and utter fool. She wasn’t going to break, even though y/n looked like she was about to crack from the tension in the small room. “For how long?” Her voice was straining when she attempted to speak, swallowing the lump in her throat. “Almost seven months…” A cold sting in her chest made her gasp at her words. Y/n’s lips were trembling, Yina was unsure if the girl had one ounce of decency left in her body that made her feel bad for what she did or if she was just upset that her dirty secret wasn’t so secret anymore. “Oh stop crying! You’re the fucking slut who slept with Jungkook.” Yuri snapped, her small hand wrapping tightly around her best friends wrist for support and encouragement to keep the interrogation going. 

“Did…did you know he had a girlfriend?” Yina wasn’t sure if that was the right thing to ask but maybe it would be easier for her to handle if it had been an accident that turned into a friends with benefits situation. The movement of y/n’s head was almost unnoticeable if one blinked. “I’m so sorry, Yina... I knew he had a girlfriend. I knew he was taken but I made a move anyway.” Her words knocked the air out of her lungs and she stumbled a few steps back, knees feeling so weak that she had to lean against the desk for support. “I’m sorry, I felt awful but I just…I-I liked him so much. I know it was wrong but I couldn’t control myself…I’m sorry. I really tried to stop myself but I just gave in.” “Stop saying you’re sorry! You’re not! If you were you wouldn’t have done that, you are a vile person and I hope you rot in hell for this.” Yina sneered; her constant sorry’s weren’t good enough, they wouldn’t glue the pieces of her heart back together, they wouldn’t make it hurt any less or make it any better that she hooked up with the love of her life. “How could you sleep with him when you knew he was with me? Do you have no conscience? From the moment I met you, I knew you were going to cause trouble. You ruined everything!”  “How do you think felt all this time?” Y/n sniffled, her voice overflowing with hurt and desperation.  “I don’t care how you felt! Jungkook was still my boyfriend and not yours to take!” 

The unexpected knock echoed loudly in her ears and Jungkook’s muffled voice could be heard through the wooden door. “Noona, open the door! The food is getting cold.” No one made a move; afraid of what would happen when Jungkook entered the room.  “Kook, don’t come in!”  Y/n called out to him, wanting to protect him from having to face this situation when Yuri turned around to open the door for him, a smug grin on her face.

“Yuri? What the-“ It took him a moment to realize what was going on - connecting the puzzle pieces, he rushed inside, now standing between both of his girlfriends like a manmade statue, petrified as fear washed over him. Yina’s lips were tightly pressed together into a thin line, her hands shaking as she held on to the table. She just kept staring at the doe-eyed boy, the plastic bag rustling from his shake-ridden hands as his big eyes darted between them, both teary-eyed as they waited for him to come to his senses. Yina couldn’t take her eyes off Jungkook; a part of her wondered why she felt so bad for him - he looked so fragile and confused like a child that had lost his mother in a crowd. He was the one who broke her - she could feel all the broken pieces of her heart floating inside her. She knew that anger and resentment should be the only things she should be feeling but at this very moment, she wasn’t. Maybe a part of her knew that it had never been his intention to hurt her like he did; he was a good person, the sweetest and kindest man any girl could hope for. He just made a terrible mistake, or maybe he was scared that breaking her heart would break his too and that made him betray her. An odd sense of sadness seemed to spread from her chest through her body, forcing fresh tears to spill from her eyes. She felt sad for him; he looked pathetic as his eyes once again darted from her to the girl that robbed him of his innocence, who turned him into cheating liar that could not be trusted. 

He looked at y/n - she was crying, grabby hands trying to wipe away the tears as they made their way down her cheeks uncontrollably. With two long strides, he was standing in front of her, hands resting on her shoulders. “Is everything okay? Did they hurt you?” His head snapped around when she didn’t reply, glaring at the other two girls across the room - Yuri had her arm around Yina’s shoulders, comforting her best friend as she had to watch him care more about another girl rather than herself- his girlfriend - the one he had promised to be with forever all those nights when he was on the verge of falling into a deep slumber. “What did you do to her?” He tried to wrap his arms around y/n, wanting to hold her so badly, needing her to know that he was there for her and would never let her go. Seeing her cry made his heart contract painfully like a supernatural force was poking it with a thousand needles all at once but her hands pressed firmly into his pecs, pushing him away from her to keep the distance between their bodies. “We were just talking,” Yuri spoke up, her voice drenched in condescension. “You know, trying to figure out why you would cheat on Yina with that …” She made a rude gesture towards y/n when Yina pushed herself off the table, taking a few wobbly steps towards to the middle of the room as did Jungkook - he had to face her, there was no going back this time. Never had he imagined that this was how it was going to end, not in front of Yina’s best friend and certainly not in front of y/n. His plan had been to take her to a park with strangers around which would ensure Yina wasn’t going to cause a scene but here he was; in a cheap motel room facing the harsh reality of his actions. His head automatically tilted to the side for a second as he looked at his girlfriend; his heart wrenched as her peach colored sweater stained with big teardrops. He didn’t want to hurt her but he had to, he had to be honest with her one last time. “I just want to know why Jungkook…” He inhaled deeply a few times, trying to get as much oxygen as possible to his brain as it was too numb to work properly, thoughts stumbling and tripping over one another in chaos. “I-It just happened.” “Things like that don’t just happen.” She choked out, her brows knitted together in a stern manner. “What did I ever do to you that made you betray me like that?” Sucking the inside flesh of his cheek in between his teeth, he tried looking for a way to let her down with minimal damage. “You didn’t do anything wrong.” “Then why did you sleep with her behind my back for 7 months? I feel so stupid and humiliated. I must have done something that made you run into her arms.” Jungkook’s breathing was shallow, his palms were getting sweaty. He couldn’t find the words to say it; and once he did say it out loud he knew he would break her, unsure if she would ever be able to trust anyone again. “Is there any way we can fix this?” Her words sent a shooting pain down straight to his core at her sudden change of mind. He had no desire to fix their relationship when he had fallen for someone else so he stayed quiet. Adamantly Yina shook her head, fingertips pressed against her mouth. 

“Jungkook-ah, no…no please, tell me it’s just sex…please…” She whimpered. “Please say you’re not in love with her…” Not once before had he ever heard her beg; she sounded so desperate, clinging onto the small thread of hope that he had just wanted some fun on the side. His teeth sunk into his bottom lip, leaving a shallow tear in the soft flesh. “I-I do - did love you.” His voice was nothing but a whisper; it was too painful to say those things to her. “It’s just… I love y/n more.”  The silence in the room was deafening; Yina stared at him in shock, big tears rapidly spilling. “I’m sorry, I really I am. I never wanted to hurt you but I just fell in love with her. She’s not just a hookup, she is my soulmate.” 

Her pupils darted to the frightened piece of misery that was hiding behind Jungkook. How could he love this girl more than he loved her? She had given him everything from changing her work schedule around to accommodate his to going to his shows to cheer for him and this was how he repaid her unconditional love for him by he ramming a knife in her back first chance he got. Jungkook blinked quickly; his mind too busy to realize what was happening when Yina lifted her arm. His eyes falling shut, expecting to feel her palm colliding with his cheek. He deserved it - ready to endure every hit she would throw at him, he broke her, it was the least he could do to maybe lessen the pain that was tearing at her from his betrayal. “No!” Immediately he opened his eyes as the sound of a whimpered outcry reached his ears, quickly followed by a hand harshly coming down on skin that wasn’t his. Y/n stood in front of him, holding her cheek. “Don’t hurt him, you should be hurting me. It’s all my fault! I fell in love with him even though I knew he had a girlfriend so go ahead and hit me all you want.” Her body was trembling, trying to protect him from harm. A whisper of her name left his lips, reaching out his arms to embrace her.  In utter disbelief Yina stared at them, eyes resting on the matching bracelets around their wrists; he had quickly spun y/n around to hug her tightly against his chest where she sobbed quietly into his hoodie. She had seen the bracelet before, only now realizing that even back then he had lied straight to her face. Telling her that it had been Taehyung’s and he was just testing it to see if it was right for them and like a fool she had believed everything he said because her Jungkookie would never lie to her. Hating herself for falling for his lies; it had been so obvious - they were hiding in plain sight relying on everyone around them to be too oblivious to see the truth. “Yina, fight for him! He’s your boyfriend!” Yuri pleaded, not able to understand why her best friend didn’t even try to get him to stay with her. “Not anymore. I don’t want him.” She whispered, much too proud after being humiliated beyond repair by the one person she loved more than anything that the universe had to offer. She wouldn’t fight a battle she knew she was going to lose; she had lost him months ago without realizing and now it was too late. “I never want to see him again.” Yuri’s faced softened, reaching for her best friend’s hand as she slowly led her to the door. Jungkook’s arms loosened around her, his hands gently cupping her face. “Are you okay, baby?” He mumbled, lips ghosting over her forehead trying to reassure her that he would never leave her, that she could still feel safe with him. “I don’t know. My head is just kinda empty right now.”  Carefully his fingers brushed a strand of hair from her face that was sticking to her skin from all the tears she had cried that night. “Let me see your cheek.” Turning her head, she let him examine the left side of her face. Softly he brushed the pad of his thumb over her cheek before pressing pecks light as feathers on the reddened skin. She flinched, pulling away quickly. 

“I’m sorry.” He hung his head, finally letting the guilt consume him. He was to blame that Yina struck her when it should have been him. He was the one who had been cheating and lying, not her - he made her his accomplice, dragging her through the mud with him when he had been too selfish to finally go through with the breakup.  “No, it’s okay, Kookie. It’s just a little sore, don’t worry.” Tiredly she smiled up at him but he could see the sorrows behind the dark orbs, wanting nothing more than to take all the pain away from her and carry it for her.  She deserved to be happy now that they were finally able to be together. “Do you want to eat something?” He let go of her, scurrying to pick up the bag of food on the floor. “It’s not hot anymore but it will do. I’m sure you will feel better after. I got you your favorite that will cheer you up, noona!” Jungkook was trying hard to show her that he cared, maybe a little too hard but he could feel the fear of her wanting to leave him after tonight creeping up on him. Harshly she sucked in a breath and he could tell she was about to burst into tears again. “I don’t feel like eating.” Sitting down at the foot of the bed, she covered her face with her hands. “Can you drive me home, please? I-I just want to be alone for a bit to process all of this.” Jungkook nodded and hummed a yes, despite screaming on the inside. He didn’t want to leave her alone, he wanted to stay with her and hold her until she felt better - completely ignoring how emotionally drained he felt himself. He was certain that they both would feel better as soon as they left this place that felt so suffocatingly small now after everything that went down. Yet he couldn’t bring himself to voice his concern; he would give her the time she needed, although the thought of being apart from her was eating him up inside.  The tables had turned, now it was his turn to hold on to the small thread of hope that was stretched too thin but he wouldn’t let fear consume him just yet - he would make enough time for it later when he was in his bed, all alone.