#like i have her background FINALISED and i ADORE HER

[spidersins]

gahhhh i'm ill && should be editing my project application but i have such brain fog and just keep thinking of my sweet sinner oc that i want to bringgg to my inevitable multimuse

[aauroralightss]

i made myself a little trigun sona and commissioned my best friend rae @zipsunz for art of her and her birdy sidekick… her name is josephine “jo” luu and i picture her living in a little geo dome/animal sanctuary and taking in orphans/vagabonds. she has a little crew of people and birds who she adores (and adore her) and she lives her best life for the most part.

i like to think about her meeting vw when they’re in Dire Straits and she takes them in and lets them rest up, only for trouble to fall upon the geo dome and for vw to return the favour by protecting her home. i’ll write a little oneshot for it one day but i’m nowhere near brave enough yet to post it :’)

[youbutstupid]

What are the flaws of each Criminal Minds character? Because these things I glossed over while watching the show. Unleash the essay, if you have to!

I’m gonna fight someone, I wrote a response to this but my app refreshed! Time to speedrun this response again omg I’m so sorry.

DISCLAIMER: I love every single character but that doesn’t mean I am blind to the fact that they are all flawed and fleshed out human beings.

Gideon: he was unempathetic to those he worked with. He was incredibly kind and compassionate to the victims and even the unsubs at times, but the only time we saw him truly give value as a superior was to Reid and Garcia, and even they got the short end of the stick at times.

Hotch: he unfortunately paid the price for his, but it was a lack of empathy for Haley and the fact that she never signed up for marrying an FBI agent. He let his job cloud the fact that he should have been prioritising his son and wife and he sadly didn’t realise this until the divorce papers were finalised.

Reid: he is very emotional, which is mostly a good thing, but it does mean that he can let it cloud what he is supposed to do in a situation and what is right, leading to irrational actions, as seen in Fisher King pt 2, Elephant’s Memory, Memorium and his journey in Mexico. I’m not saying his arrest was his fault of course, but I am saying that whether he got framed or not, there were other risks to crossing the border without notifying the FBI to collect experimental medicine, and his emotions clouded him from those risks. It puts his team in tricky positions and also puts his life in danger.

Morgan: he was very doubtful towards people’s views and ideas. If I had a shot for every time he doubted a true thing that somebody said or said that they shouldn’t be working a case when they should be, I would be so blackout drunk. Obviously he is allowed to doubt things, but he takes it too far and it prevents him from seeing what is right in front of him.

Elle: I understand that she needed somebody to blame in order to rationalise her trauma and the person who caused it was dead, but she was wrong to blame Hotch and she never went back on it. Hotch sent her home with the idea that Anderson would be watching over her, he could never have predicted that Anderson would leave her alone or that Gideon would anger Garner.

JJ: love her but the Reid confession was icky and gross. She had other 35 years of experience in life, came from a small town background, covered up Prentiss’ death and was a part of classified missions overseas and you’re telling me the only secret she could think to tell was telling the guy who used to have a crush on her that she was in love with him whilst she had a husband and two sons? I like to pretend this never happened for my own sanity.

Garcia: she is also very emotional, which can be a good thing most of the time, but other times it leads to her making decisions without considering their consequences. One example is her visiting the man who tried to murder Reid because she personally felt bad; I adore her but she didn’t consider that her motives were selfish because she just wanted closure, she didn’t consider if this could have been triggering to Reid, the people he had murdered or even if the man wanted to see her at all. There are also times when she wastes time by refusing to look things up because she feels weird doing it, even though there are lives on the line.

Prentiss: the line ‘you mourned the loss of one friend, I mourned the loss of six.’ Surely she realised that carrying what you thought was your best friend’s dead body in a coffin whilst thinking that she was wiped out of existence forever is very different than being in France and missing your friends but knowing that they are very much alive.

Rossi: he often tries to justify his crappy actions in the past when he should just apologise. Even if he has to apologise multiple times, it is no one’s jobs to understand his actions that hurt other people, it is his job to rectify them however that may be. I’m glad he has changed and grown, but that doesn’t undo the hurt that he has caused.

Todd: she had every reason not to fully trust the team because she doesn’t know them, but she needed to at least trust that they could do their jobs and do them well. I understand that she had never been in that line of work before, but she was not open to understanding either and that put her in tricky positions.

Seaver: I think she came to the bau with the hope of finding closure for her past and that meant that she was not 100% sure what it actually was that she was signing up for, leading to her often falling behind as an agent. She tried to learn, but she was just too unprepared for what it entailed.

Blake: I love her but the whole thing in the earlier episodes of her telling Reid that she’s glad he didn’t take her joke about him being autistic too seriously because apparently no one can take a joke these days made me feel icky. Even if Reid did take her joke seriously, it is no one’s responsibility to find your offensive jokes funny, it is your responsibility not to make them.

Callahan: like Morgan, she was often sceptical about things and whilst, again, she has every right to be, it did mean that sometimes she was clouded to some truths because she simply couldn’t see them.

Tara: she immediately assumed that the reason her brother didn’t go to college was simply because he had gone off the rails and was the less successful sibling. Her straight A student brother suddenly dropped out of education and she didn’t stop to see if he was okay or suffering in any way for him to have done this in the first place. She of course had no obligation to help him once he had started asking for financial help and making bad decisions, but she could have at least wondered why all of this started. I think her dad was largely to blame for this though.

Alvez: he was not ready to have and then move in with his girlfriend when he did. He was still quite new to his job and way too committed with it, plus it was clear from the beginning that he had some feelings towards Penelope and he just didn’t seem to have the emotional availability at the time for Lisa. I know she didn’t break up with him for this reason, but I think that they needed to break up anyway as it kind of felt like she was being led on.

Simmons: adore him but what a field of work to be in with five kids. I’m glad his wife was understanding because idk how I would cope raising five kids whilst my husband was constantly away; this isn’t necessarily a flaw but rather a personal ick for me.

Walker: idk he’s just a little fella innit

[treason-and-plot]

[previous]

Vinnie's hands are damp with sweat. He wipes them on his trousers under the table. Ian stares at a spot on the carpet while he gathers his thoughts. The background hubbub of conversation is fragranced by coffee and freshly-baked scones and toasted sandwiches. The idea of food makes a puddle of nausea collect in the pit of Vinnie's stomach.

"I wasn't aware that Georgina's divorce had been finalised," says Ian. Vinnie nods. "Last week," he manages to say. "I see," says Ian. His eldest son Douglas made the comment a few weeks ago that Vinnie was a decent fellow, which was highly unusual, because Douglas generally has no time at all for anybody who isn't four-legged. Douglas also mentioned the dedication that Vinnie has shown to learning about farming and viticulture, and how much Georgina's children adore him. Ian could not fail to notice himself how much happier Georgina is since she started cohabiting with Vinnie, how quick she is to laugh, and how she always sounds like she is smiling when she answers the phone. There is another silence. Vinnie stares at his coffee. He would take another sip, but he's afraid of the cup slipping from his hands.

"Is there a particular reason you want to get married so soon?" Ian says.

Now Vinnie can feel the rims of his ears growing hot, and his neck prickling within the unfamiliar confines of his starched collar. 

"Georgie's not pregnant, if that's what you're asking," he says. Ian's gaze is an arctic pale blue, his mouth a thin line. It dawns on Vinnie that he is waiting for Vinnie for elaborate. Vinnie decides to throw reticence to the winds.

"I want us to get married because I love your daughter with all my heart and soul, Mr. Goddard," he says. "I don't have much money or brains, and I definitely don't have good looks, but I know I can give her everything she needs to be happy. And I want to spend the rest of my life proving that to her."

A smile flickers across Ian's face, and he shakes his head. 

"Bunty will never forgive any of us," he says. "You do realise that, don't you?"

Vinnie audibly swallows.

"Does that mean-" says Vinnie. "Yes," says Ian. "You have my blessing. "

[whatacartouchebag]

“Say Cart, where the hell’ve you been and what’s up with the sudden brakes on Reason updating?”

Fabulous question! Short answer: life. Longer answer: I’m going a hell of a lot of life all at once in about seven different directions, and I’m still writing, but slower.

If you don’t mind a bit of a teal deer, then feel free to jump under the cut and enjoy the rollercoaster that is my life at the moment.

So hoo boy, let’s start with the absolute doozy. My parents are divorcing, hooray! Dad finally drew the line in the sand when it came to my mother’s - frankly - rather toxic behaviour, and not one to half-ass things, has decided to sell their house at the end of August. He’s moving further north to be closer to my sister and the grandkids, whereas mum will stay here. He’s even going so far as to do the super amicable thing and set her up with as much furniture, financial support and whatnot as possible, and surface level, it looks great!

He’s kind of enjoying looking forward to the future where he doesn’t get to be constantly berated for things, or snapped at over the tiniest issue, and is pretty much optimistic about where he’s going from here.

Except for the part where it’s been absolutely blown out of proportion by my mother.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I adore her, and will continue to support and love her as my mother for the rest of my days, and I certainly feel for her in this awful time, but she is... a really frustrating person to live with. There’s a reason I moved out as soon as I could, and it has allowed me to really appreciate what calm and anxiety-free living is really like. She... has never been very good at processing any sort of emotional shocks as anything less than a complete personal attack, and combined with her rather blunt nature to begin with, well, basically this last month has been drastically stressful for everyone in the family.

She’s taken to just setting her filter to a constant off status, and whilst she’s taken a few disarming shots at everyone over things, I’ve tried... really hard not to let it affect me for the sake of moving forward. Unfortunately, she’s not really aware of what she’s saying sometimes, and it’s ended up in a couple of things that really have hurt me, which has just given the ol’ mental health status a pretty hefty punch.

I’ve been trying to help find a place for her to settle, and that’s been a mission of its own. My uncle has been at us both to keep in contact and try and take dad for everything he has, which has not helped in the slightest. And coupled with the fact that looking for anything at the moment is somewhat impossible thanks to covid and school holidays.

Which kind of slides into the next point. School holidays have made things ridiculously busy at work, and for the most part, I am utterly exhausted when I come home at the end of a day. This is on top of the usual level of busy where our work place is one of the busier offices in the entire state, and coupled with the covid reaction from people panic buying, it’s made things a little hectic to say the least.

I’ve also been given more responsibilities in my role at work, so I’m now in charge of a larger group of people than before, and my brain is kind of goo after a particularly big-ish day of numbers and planning and straight up surviving the day.

My physical health has kind of taken a slight dip here and there, and first up: it’s nothing drastic! For years and years (literally half my life lmao), I’ve had issues with damaged tendons in my knees, and where it used to be once every month or so I’d have issues flare up, it’s getting down to once every day or second day. So, it’s going to be a round of visiting doctors and specialists and setting up appointments and - eventually - surgery to fix the damage.

Which means about six or so weeks off my feet sometime within this year, most likely. I can’t wait holy shit you guys. /sarcasm

Needless to say, my writing has kind of just... plinked along in the background. I’m certainly still working on Reason, and I have a finalised list of everything left to achieve with our lads before things wrap up. To give a bit of a ballpark, there’s potentially going to be maybe another six or seven chapters out before it’s completed.

And that honestly feels really... big and heavy to say lmao.

Reason has been my biggest public outing to date, and it’s been a hell of a journey, so there’s no way I’m going to stop it. I intend on seeing this thing through to the end, as I promised way back after That Episode. Just please know that due to life being a combo hit of things, it’s going to be a little slower than usual for these final chapters, because whilst I know the first draft of my writing is suffering due to things, I still want the finished product to be good. Which means me rereading something I wrote whilst half-dead tired or kind of cottony. Which means repeated editing and revising time. Which means I need to learn to set the bar lower lmao.

Legitimately though, the one things that has kept me going through all of this round of stress and whatnot, and utterly wanting to finish this story? Is you guys. It sounds kind of corny, sure, but the support for this story, the support I’ve found in the Fair Game community, the friends I’ve made through this whole thing, it’s honestly meant the world to me. It’s kept me happy and laughing and smiling and honestly giving me something to focus on, rather than fall under the stress entirely, and it has utterly helped.

So, if you’ve made it this far through this thing, first of all congrats lmao. Secondly, thankyou.

I might be a bit spotty here and there for the next few months or so, but your support - whether it be chatting, comments, likes, kudos, whatever - honestly means so much to me and it really does wonders for keeping me sane ♥

[yandere-society]

Hey, I was wondering if you’re still doing request if you could do one for a stalker Taehyung? IF NOT THATS OKAY, I REALLY LIKE YOUR WRITNG AS WELL!!!

admin / author: @an-ambivalent​ ♥

Warning: As this  contains yandere themes, the characters display behaviors that can be triggering or uncomfortable to read. Read at your own risk. This work is purely fiction. I do not believe any of the mentioned members would display any sort of this behaviour irl, nor do I condone this sort of behaviour.

Desires Of A Desperado 

It began with:

Persistency

For the most part, life had been mundane and repetitive for [Name]. From middle school to high school, and university it was buckle down, focus on studying, and occasionally, experience minimum amount of fun with friends. Even that, in itself happened so rarely that she remembered each fun time vividly, and clung onto that sole sparkle tightly. Of course, that was not to say that she did not ever experience other types of joy or sorrow – it was simply that most of it had dulled into haziness in her mind. From the time university had begun for her, and until now, everything sort of felt like a permanent routine that never changed; it was the same old anxiety, same type of aggravating friends who were only good to hang out with once in a while and just the same old consistency.

Despite knowing that she was living a life wealthier and more fortunate than many others, and being grateful about everything she had, a part of her could not help but crave for something more – something enticing, something new, something that would evoke sensations within her that she never felt before. Whether this craving was psychologically normal, or her inner demon of greed seeking more, she did not know. However, one certain thing was that after she did get her more, after life did bestow her with something new that enticed new types of anxieties and fears in her, she wished more than anything to have her mundane, boring consistency back again.

[Name] believed that being in her first relationship with someone as princely as Kim Taehyung was going to be the answer to all of her problems, and give her a life of fun – it was the biggest miscalculated mistake she had ever made.

Come to think of it, she never really expressed an interest in him. To some extent, it felt as if he had almost forced her into it?

Their story begins (well, it has already begun since the first word of this post–) on a dull, grey, and bleek cloudy day; the wind was utterly bone-chilling, and signs of the storm that had subsided only an hour ago were evident in the way a type of wet iciness cold fragmented itself in the air, and the heavy amount of rain droplets covered the surfaces they touched – roads, roofs, people’s clothes, and skin.  

Due to the weather being awful for outdoor purposes, no one was lingering around front of the campus where most of the premises was not sheltered, and the university’s bus shelter was situated. It was during the mid-semester break anyway, so that was a major contributing factor to the lack of absence of people, other than [Name].

As she had left her home that morning, the skies were clear with only a small number of white clouds suspended above. Basing her assumptions on that, and a small amount of her laziness of not being bothered to carry an umbrella or a rain jacket contributing it, [Name] had nothing except a thin transitioning season jacket on her to shield her from the manifesting cold, or if it were to rain again.

So, when a hooded figure packed in many layers of warm clothing joined her under the bus shelter, [Name] was a cold mess. She hugged herself as tightly as she could, with her hands shoved under her armpits for warmth, and teeth clattering together. Like she did with every stranger she encountered, [Name] ignored his presence, and never acknowledge him. She kept her eyes focused downwards on her lap, and forced herself to focus on her struggles to keep herself warm. It was just easier that way; everything was easier to deal with if she pretended it did not exist, and stayed in her own little bubble.

However, unfortunately for her, the hooded stranger did not plan for it to continue that way. He was seeking, she was perfect. He decided he was going to be the needle that popped her.

Taehyung observed [Name] with a heavy gaze, and licked his lips. Then, with a dry mouth, and his heart almost jumping out of his chest in eagerness, he spoke.

“Noona,” He greeted, and compared to how he was feeling, his voice seemed rather monotonous.

The somewhat familiarity of his tone, and of course, the fact that he was addressing her, caused [Name] to turn her head towards him.

Her eyes widened slightly in surprise.

“Taehyung,” [Name] responded, and her mouth was slightly ajar. As a result, her lips were parted slightly in the way that was sensually attractive. The way her skin lacked colour from its usual hue due to vasoconstriction, and her lips being somewhat blue, both because of the cold, enticed something in him.

She looked so vulnerable, and adorable – the way he imagined the various possibilities in which he could warm her in, he would be the one she would rely on – where it would just the two of them existing, and no one else –

“Have my tutoring sessions been helpful?” She asked, snapping him out of his mind, and Taehyung turned fully towards her.

For mere seconds before he answered, his gaze shifted down to her chest. With her jacket unzipped, water from the rain creating a wet area of darkness, her bra was visible. It would not need to be a big deal, but for Taehyung, it was. Such revelation of her sacred innocence and beauty that only he should see, was out there – visible to the entire world. Why? Why was it like that? Was his Noona a dirty little slut who craved intimacy attention more desperately than he had known? Had he missed out on something while he was researching her? That couldn’t be it… He watched her all the time, and sure, he had caught her touching herself a few times. But, (there was always a but), he had made sure that he would be her very first, for everything before he finalised her to be the one who he would mark. So, why? Why would she just reveal something that was meant for his eyes only to the entire world? Was she that dense? Or perhaps, she did this because she wanted him to notice her.

The last possible reason caused Taehyung’s cheeks to redden.

“Taehyung, hey Taehyung, are you okay?” [Name] said, and she settled her cold hand on his arm, and shook him slightly in order to make him return to reality.

The moment Taehyung snapped out of his thoughts, his eyes flickered to [Name]’s hand on him, and then to her face, and back to her hand again before he realised: she was touching him.

His lovely, lovely Noona was touching him. He did not like anyone touching him, but her – her touch was sensational, enthralling. Despite being cold, it radiated a certain warmth that seemed to be exactly like the one he had been craving his entire life. It was it, her touch was it – it was what he had been after this entire time.

The red on Taehyung’s cheeks spread further across his cheeks, and his gaze shifted back to [Name]. His irises were dilated with an intenseness that made [Name] uncomfortable. Especially, because he did not give her a response, and instead, let his eyes wander down to her chest once again. But this time, she noticed.

Her discomfort increased, and with red cheeks, she covered her chest. The sight of her bra shown through her wet shirt that had been Taehyung’s saving grace being blocked, caused him to snap his eyes towards her.

He no longer wore a love-struck expression. Instead, his eyes were narrowed into a glare of aggravation like something very precious had been stolen from him.

What was she playing at? Hard to get? If she did not want me to stare, then she should cover up. His trail of thought started, and then led to another.

He was her boyfriend, her guardian. So, she was obviously looking to him to help her, Taehyung decided.

Instantly, he unzipped the hoodie he was wearing on top of others, and forced it in [Name]’s hands. The [h/c] female barely received the time to respond, because she became preoccupied with wanting to take her grip out off Taehyung’s harsh one when he was forcing his jacket in her hands.

“That should have you covered for now. You can return it to me later, and don’t wash it. Thank me when I take you out on a date after our next tutoring session,” He stated simply, as he released her hands, and stood up. Then, he covered his head with the hood of his other jacket, turned away from [Name], and walked away without awaiting a response.

[Name]’s mouth was ajar and she sat still in shock, as she was still trying to process what had just happened.  Then, as another gust of cold wind swept past her and reminded her body of the cold she was suffering, she unwrinkled Taehyung’s warm jacket in her hands, and put it on her body.

Then came,

Pushing boundaries

Vintage ambient lighting hung from the ceiling of the cafe, and provided the interior of it with aesthetically pleasing orange hue lighting. Sleek and clean wooden tables, each with different number of chairs situated around it, had the ambient lighting reflecting on its’ surface. One would describe the interior aesthetic of the cafe as modern, with its obsidian granite walls and other surfaces, and large windows; acoustics of popular pop songs were played as faded and pleasing background music for its visitors.

In one of the furthest corners of the cafe, isolated from everyone else as much as they could be, [Name] and Taehyung beside each other. With some of the tables like theirs, rather than chairs, it was a sofa like arranged seating. Being a complete sucker for lavish comfort that [Name] was, she had immediately paced to that table to claim it as hers. And while there may have been somewhere else that Taehyung may have preferred to sit at, this time, he did not mind too much. The seating was still decent, and with the way it was arranged, it would allow him to be close to his Noona as much as possible. Plus, at this point, their relationship was only beginning. So, [Name] did not know him fully yet, and would not have known that Taehyung would rather be the one to choose where they sat, not her, or anyone else. He had not established his set of rules for her yet, and that meant she was not yet aware of the fact that Taehyung wanted to be in charge of everything. Therefore, this time, he would let it pass, and not punish her in anyway.

Rather than sitting opposite of her so he could face her like a normal person would, he chose to slide into the same side of the seat as her. He scooted until he was as close as he deemed appropriate for their first official date – which to be frank, judging from a normal person’s standard was still way too close; his arm and thigh rubbed against [Name]’s, and since the other side of her body was pushed against the wall beside her, she was left with no room to move back in. She was stuck in the awkward and uncomfortable position that Taehyung was forcing her to be in.

The smell of her cologne stimulated Taehyung’s odorant receptors, and he noted that today, she was wearing his second favourite perfume of her’s. It was a tad disappointing since he expected her to bring her best for him, but as mentioned before, he had not educated her about his regulations yet. So, any faults of this date, he would let them slide for now.

“Um, here’s your hoodie. Thanks for letting me borrow it the other day,” [Name] interjected, breaking him out of his train of thoughts.

In response to her voice, Taehyung turned his head towards her, and with an extra observant gaze, he looked at his hoodie that [Name] was holding out to him. He recalled that he had specifically, ordered her to not wash it when she would be returning it to him today. This was because he wanted her scent and the warmth of her body to linger in it so he could smell, and snuggle with it later. However, she had clearly disobeyed his direct order and washed it and ironed it; it was obvious because his hoodie was void off creases and any particular smells he could associate with [Name].

Even a washed hoodie would have been better than an ironed one, because then, Taehyung would still have been able to relish in his smell of [Name]’s laundry detergent. But with it being ironed, it smelled nothing except of degraded heat. And while her ironing skills were impressive, she had gone above and beyond with her actions to displease him. With a heavy heart, and his lips turned downwards in a frown, he wordlessly took his hoodie off her hands, and shoved it in his bag beside him. Then, he simply shifted his eyes to the menu laid before them, picked one up and began reading it, all the while, refusing to look at [Name], or give her a response.

The [h/c] female furrowed her eyebrows because she felt confused about Taehyung’s reaction.

Have I done something to displease him? Last time I checked, washing someone’s clothes, and ironing them before returning it was basic etiquette. She thought.

Strike One

Just as she opened her mouth and was about to apologize for whatever Taehyung had been upset about, she was cut off.

“[Name]! Hey!” A familiar voice called out to her, and [Name] turned her head towards the source of the sound. Her eyes widened slightly when she saw one of her friends from her class, walking up to her. She followed her form as she closed her table, until she ended up turning her head to the front again (towards the table), as her friend joined them, and sat opposite of her and Taehyung.

Strike Two

“Hey baby,” Vicki greeted, and gave [Name] a teasing smile that clearly indicated that she was joking. Her somewhat flirtatious words caused Taehyung’s head to shot upwards with wide eyes, and he stared at them with uncertain feelings of betrayal swimming in his eyes.

[Name] scoffed at Vicki. But, nonetheless, there was a smile etched on her face.

“What do you want?” [Name] asked.

Due to the forwardness of her question, Vicki feigned offense.

“Can’t I just talk to out of the goodness of my heart?” Vicki asked smiling. Simultaneously, her eyes drifted towards Taehyung next to you, who she felt an intense stare from. Her eyes widened, and as her eyes met his, there was a sudden moment of terrifying shivers that ran down her spine. It was more than obvious that she was not wanted, and while she was not the type to have cared about this sort of situation typically, in this instance, she felt compelled to apologize.

“Uh, are you two on a date?” She began, her eyes lingering on Taehyung, and then shifting to [Name].

“No.”

“Yes.”

Both of these answers left [Name]’s and Taehyung’s lips simultaneously, and the difference in their answers, caused them to look towards one another. [Name]’s eyes were widened in surprise, and Taehyung’s face had become rendered off any obvious emotions as he narrowed his eyes at her. Subsequently to this, a discomforting, and eerie silence surrounded them, as Taehyung was now directly a harsh glare towards [Name].

Vicki, being the catalyst of this situation, was now quick to think on her feet, and make her escape.

“I–, um, s-sorry for crashing your guys date. I’ll leave you two to it. I’ll talk to you later [Name],” Vicki spoke quickly, as she slid out of their table, and ran out of the cafe.

Strike Three 

[Name] attempted to utter a good-bye to Vicki. However, she never received the chance to because Taehyung had grabbed onto both of her wrists, and gripped them painfully tightly in order to keep her focus on him.

“You lied,” He hissed, and his grip on her tightened. “Why did you lie?! Are you ashamed of me?! Do you not love me?!”

[Name] winced in pain, and on natural reflex, she tried to pull her arms away from him. After multiple attempts, she realized that her efforts were useless. Then,  she took a few deep breaths in order to settle her nerves of fear which had risen due to Taehyung’s infliction of pain on her, and his harsh glare, and body language.

“I– I’m sorry I panicked. She said it so suddenly–” [Name] tried to answer, but she was interrupted when Taehyung laughed dryly at her response.

“You didn’t panic. You meant what you said, and you said it because you think I’m not good enough for you.”

“Taehyung, that’s– it’s not like that– I swear–” [Name] tried to defend.

“Then what is it like [Name] noona? If you really aren’t ashamed of me like you’re trying to say contradictory to your actions, then prove it. Prove to me that our relationship means something to you. Prove your commitment to me and show me that you aren’t a waste of my time,” Taehyung demanded, and the absurdity of his words made [Name] furrow her eyebrows.

An unsettling feeling formed in her stomach and it felt like she had sealed her doom with the words she spoke next.

She swallowed what thought to be excessive saliva in her mouth down her throat, her mouth felt dry.

“What do you want me to do for– for your a-approval?” She stammered, and instantly, like a child seeing their birthday presents, his face lit up.

It was then that [Name] realized the sudden lack of distance between them, and how close Taehyung had shifted himself to her.

His breath fanned her face, and sensually, he brushed his thumb against her bottom lip, with dangerous desires glinting mischiefly in his eyes.

“Make love to me.”

For her submission, he resorted to threats.

When she stopped reciprocating, it ended with aggression.

Black and blue marks, some pigmented with a hint of red due to the blood that was dried on them. Exhaustion that was way beyond what she was capable of handling, was hideously evident in her lackluster irises; the agony and the suffering was taking its toll on her entire being: emotionally, mentally, and physically. Her skin, that was blank canvas before he had decided to dictate over it, was now littered with wounds of various kinds.

[Name] found it difficult to breath as frantic panic housed itself in her nerves, and her bottom lip quivered. It took everything in her, and more, to not burst out into tears, and completely give up to whatever misery Taehyung wanted to submit her to. Perhaps, if her life was the only one at risk, she would have done exactly that. But right now, she couldn’t. She had to fight in whatever way she could in order to assure their survival.

“Taehyung please,” [Name] began begging, and her voice sounded completely broken. “Please don’t hurt him, he has nothing to do with this.”

Taehyung narrowed his eyes at her coldly. Momentarily, his eyes flickered to the unconscious little boy who he was holding at a knife point in his arms, and then switched his stare back to [Name] once more. He gritted his teeth in frustration, feeling as if this entire time, whatever lessons he had been trying to teach her were a waste of time.

“He has everything to do with this. He’s the only one left who continues to keep you distracted from me. I can’t have that, I WON’T allow that! You’re mine so all of your attention should be directed to me! I warned you before didn’t I? If you don’t do as I say and commit yourself fully and solely to me then I’m going to hurt the ones who prevent you from doing so. I warned you! I told you that I’ll kill your brother if you continue to talk to him. So that’s what I’m doing now, I’m getting rid off him so that we can be together – just us,” Taehyung said, and as he brought the tip of the knife closer to the boy’s neck, it began piercing his skin. Due to [Name]’s brother’s drugged and unconscious state, no response left his lips as Taehyung started to draw blood from his skin.

[Name]’s eyes widened impossibly wide.

“Taehyung NO PLEASE DON’T–”

Taehyung stabbed the knife fully into the boy’s throat.

“There’s no one to stand in our way anymore. Finally, you will be all mine.”

(A/N: hello, admin ambi here. I’d just like to say that I started this WIP weeks ago. However, I was unable to complete it until this point because of uni and work being up my ass. The title, the plot of this one-shot, and everything else completely changed to what I originally planned. Additionally, I haven’t written in ages so my writing is rusty. Due to all these mentioned reasons, this ended up being really messy, the plot is inconsistent and all over the place. I understand if its confusing too. I hope the next work I publish will be better than this. Also, I haven’t proof read some of this so I apologize for any errors. 

Thank you for reading. I hope you all have a lovely day / night whatever it is). 

[separatepath]

Hey! I can’t help but adore your AU, it’s beautifully created and a lot of what I wish the books had shone. Apart from that, do you have any OC’s in your rewrite? I’ve noticed a few definitely new names, like Swandancer, and I’d love to hear about them — do they change the plot any? Are they just background characters? Anything about them, really.

This made me so happy to receive, thank you so much! I thought no one read this!

I personally haven’t put any of my own OC’s in, although I have a few that I love dearly and many more on the backburner. Most cats are actually just pulled from the non-canon warriors tree and the missing ktis project, and made canon to make all of the clans the same size! Swandancer comes from Swankit, the third kit of Graypool and her mate. Quietpaw, Turtlepaw and Rubblepaw all exist on the family tree, so I made them canon!

I’ve been meaning to do individual clan views of the first arc for all of them, so they all will alter the plot in different ways (one of the aforementioned three shadowclan cats may be the viewpoint). Obviously some, like Swandancer, alter it more by interacting with ThunderClan more. I think I’ll do extra posts explaining the new cats in each clan, to answer your question in more detail. I hope this is okay for now though! I’ll work on those as soon as WindClan is finalised!

[littlenoona]

Don’t send me back.

Summary: After years in a cage, alone and unwanted, a young man finally gives you a chance. 

Warnings: Tooth achingly sweet sex, blood, Y/N has a sad background. 

Genre: Fluff, angst & smut.

Pairing: HumanOwner!Jimin x HuskyHybrid!Reader(F).

Word Count: 9,211.

Smut is under the third divider if you’re looking for that.

Masterlist.

“Can I see her?” A child’s cheery voice spoke, not far from your small cell. 

You didn’t even bother to look up at them, knowing that they’d walk away as soon as the shop assistant started telling them about how you were and what you lacked. 

“Has she been here long?” a female voice asked, you assumed the mother.

“Some years now, yes.” the shop assistant confirmed, “A lot of people pass by her because she isn’t a pure hybrid.” 

“How so?” the mother queried. 

“She has normal human hands and feet, really the only tell tale sign that she is a husky hybrid is that she has the ears, the ice blue eyes and the tail. She’s has all the instincts of a husky, she’s very fast too, but she lacks the paws that people find so adorable, so people usually pass by her, since she’s.. Not pure breed.” the shop assistant shrugged, her tone of voice indifferent to your presence. 

“I’m not sure that’s such a bad thing.” the mother smiled, “Anything else?” 

“Well she has a bit of a temper, I’m not sure she’d be suited for a home with children.” the shop assistant continued. 

You scoffed to yourself, ‘Not fit for a home with children? Has a bit of a temper? You try being locked away in a small cell or cage for the majority of your life and see how you like it when a small human comes in and pulls your ears and tail.’ 

“Oh, well we can’t take her then. She’s very beautiful though.” the mother sighed, “Come on, let’s find another one.” 

You tugged yourself further under your tail, trying desperately to hide from the gazes of the faces passing by. God you hated the summer, they always dropped the prices on the hybrids, not that you weren’t already basically free, just so they could get rid of you. 

The shop assistants in this place never gave you a chance, never cuddled you like they did the other hybrids, they never came in to your cell like they did with the other hybrids when it was feeding time, they didn’t interact with you at all unless absolutely necessary and you almost forgot what it felt like to be pet, having your ears scratched or your tail brushed. 

“Can I go in and see this one, please?” a delicate voice spoke, your ear peaking in the direction of the source. 

“I’m not sure you want to do that, she’s a bit of a troubl-” another shop assistant started, but was swiftly cut off by the young man.

“I heard the first assistant saying that, but I’d like to go in and see her, please.” he spoke again, this time with more force in his tone. 

“Sure.” the shop assistant finally agreed, the noise of keys ringing through your ears as you heard the door unlock.

You lifted your head up, your ears lying back on your head as you stared at the shop assistant and the younger man entered your cell, the door being closed behind him swiftly.

“Can you leave me with her? She seems a little uneasy in your presence.” he spoke. 

“I’m sorry, but it’s protocol that-” the shop assistant started, but again was cut off by the young man. 

“Drop the protocol, I can’t figure out if I want her or not if you’re scaring her and she wont pay attention to me.” he spoke harshly. 

The shop assistant simply nodded before disappearing from sight and the young man turned to you instead, walking a few steps forward before sitting down on the cell floor, his back against the wall, giving you a chance to study him.

His hair was light brown, almost blonde with a tint of brown, his eyes dark chocolate coloured, slightly rosy cheeks and lips like small round pillows, a sharp jawline, an extremely friendly appearance and smile - his tone of voice tickling your ears when he spoke. He had a multitude of rings on his fingers, his t-shirt giving you a little view of his arms, he was lean and muscular,

‘Beautiful..’ you awed. 

“Hey girl.” he spoke softly, offering you a small smile, “I’m Jimin.” 

Your ears immediately perked up, seeking more of his voice, your tail uncurling from your body as you sat up slowly, your gaze going up and down his figure. 

“It’s okay..” he spoke again, almost a whisper as if worried he might scare you, his hand extended towards you, to allow you to catch his scent. 

You moved a little forward towards him on your hands and knees, your tail in the air swinging gently from side to side, your eyes never leaving his as you came close to his hand - you sniffed him gently, a smell of sweet fabric softener and cologne. You closed your eyes and tried to find his specific smell between the multitudes of different aromas. 

A faint smile appeared on your features as you finally found his fragrance, indescribable, as if a mixture between spring raindrops and the lukewarm heat of summer. 

Opening your eyes you saw his hand move slowly above you, slightly scared you laid your ears down and lowered your head, a nearly silent whimper escaping you - your previous experiences with humans only resulting in pain. 

“Hey.. I won’t hurt you..” he said softly, his features saddening. 

You remained still as you felt his hand come closer and closer to one of your ears, feeling as his fingers gently rubbing the base of it - your tail involuntarily starting to move from side to side in a happy manner. 

“See, it’s not so bad.” he giggled. 

You leaned further into his touch, almost aggressively leaning your head into his hand as you tried to receive more affection, closing your eyes and smiling widely, exposing your long and sharp canine teeth. 

The door to your cell rattled when the shop assistant came back to check on Jimin’s interaction with you, your demeanour instantly changing as you cowered away, afraid that you might get punished by the assistant again for getting close to a human. 

Leaning against the wall and avoiding his gaze you curled your tail around you again, Jimin’s features expressed deep sadness at your skittish behaviour. 

He stood up swiftly, looking at the shop assistant with a determined look and spoke firmly, “I’ll take her home.” 

“Are you sure?” the assistant asked visibly confused and in shock.

“Yes.” Jimin nodded. 

Shrugging the shop assistant opened the door, grabbing your collar and leash, moving into the cell to put them on you so you could leave, your body pressing further against the wall to avoid them coming close to you, a look of fear on your eyes. 

“Let me put them on her, please.” Jimin spoke, not giving the assistant a chance to decline as he took the collar and leash from them, bending down in his knees and sitting in front of you, hoping you would come to him. 

He opened the collar for you, holding it out so you could come closer instead of him forcing it closer to you. 

You were slightly puzzled by his movements, taking your feelings into consideration and not wanting to force anything on you, ‘Strange.’ you thought, but none the less you moved closer to him and extended your neck for him to click the collar on. 

“Good girl.” he praised, your tail lightly wagging at his words - he stood up straight and walked towards the cell door where the assistant was standing. 

“You need to put the leash on her.” the assistant demanded.

“I don’t think that will be necessary.” Jimin laughed. 

“I’m sorry, sir, but she needs to have the leash on when she leaves through the shop.” the assistant insisted, clearly not letting up this time. 

He sighed and turned around to look at you, his eyes apologetic - standing up and walking over to him, you offered no emotions, avoiding his eye contact and  remaining indifferent, it was what you had been conditioned to be, anything more or less would result in punishments. 

You felt him hook the leash onto the collar around your neck, whispering a gentle, “I’m sorry..” 

“Right this way, please, we will finalise everything and you can go home.” the assistant ushered, probably worried Jimin was going to change his mind about you. 

Multiple pieces of paper were laid out on the counter, probably waivers stating he couldn’t take you back, if he was harmed they weren’t at fault and that he had been warned about your troublesome behaviour.

Bundling all of the papers up, he handed the assistant everything who simply smiled and thanked him for his purchase and wished him a good day, waving as you walked out the shop and towards the parking lot. 

As you stopped by Jimin’s car, you saw a large green field a few hundred metres across from where you were standing, your instincts itching to feel the grass under your fingertips - he caught onto your stare, following it and seeing the grass. 

“I’m guessing it’s been a long time since you’ve seen, smelled or even felt grass?” he looked at you and questioned with soft eyes. 

You looked down at the ground and nodded slightly. 

He sighed, hating that you’d probably been in a cell or cage for the entirety of your life and you didn’t even know how to be a hybrid anymore. 

“Come here.” he said while extending his hand towards your neck, your body automatically flinching back a little, his hands stopping and checking you were okay before he removed your collar and leash. 

He stepped to the side and looked towards the field of grass, kind of expecting you to immediately take off running, but you didn’t. 

“Go on girl.” he smiled while pointing towards the green grass. 

Your eyes flickered between his and the large field a couple of times before you realised he was allowing you to run over there, no collar, no leash, no restrictions. 

You could feel the energy starting to pulse through your veins as you started running as fast as you possible towards the field, immediately bending down and touching the grass as you reached it - so soft, so fresh and the smell of it, god, it was rejuvenating. 

Jimin walked slowly up next to you, watching as you couldn’t stop smiling, touching the strands of grass and running your hands in between them, your ears peaking in every direction, taking in all the sounds of the outside. 

Birds, kids, adults, hybrids, animals, cars, wind, leaves - it was all so stimulating and overwhelming, as if your senses had never been used before.

“Does it feel good?” Jimin asked, though already knowing the answer. 

You turned your head to look at him, nodding repeatedly with the biggest smile on your face. 

He giggled at you so endearingly. 

Letting you roam on the field for hours it started getting dark and he knew he had to get you back to his apartment before the people of the night started coming out, people who weren’t fans of hybrids, some even going hunting for them, your innocent and sheltered mind so oblivious to this fact. 

“Y/N.” he spoke softly, your head instantly turning in his direction and your mind attentive, “We have to get going.” he continued. 

You simply offered a nod before coming to his side and following him back to his car, paying little mind to the group of people not far from you, a group Jimin had only just noticed. 

“Shit..” he whispered, walking a little faster, ushering you to follow closely, but you hadn’t gone unnoticed, the group moving towards you. 

“What do we have here?” one of the men called in your direction, your ears peaking towards him. 

“Ignore them, Y/N, just follow me, quickly.” Jimin reassured you, reaching the car and opening the passenger seat door for you, rushing to his own side and locking the door before turning the keys in the ignition and backing away just as the group of men reached the passenger side, their devilish smiles sending an uneasy feeling through your stomach. 

Jimin sighed heavily as he turned onto the main road and felt more at ease, finally safely on the way home, your eyes studied him as you could hear his heart beat fast and a faint smell of sweat coated his skin - fear. 

As he turned into the garage you looked up and down the large building, wondering what floor he would be on, what his apartment would look like and what it would be like to actually live with an owner - you didn’t care much for being free and running on your own, you preferred a pack, even if only consisted of 2 members, it provided safety and comfort, you’d already been alone for so long and you hated it. 

He got out of the car, opened the door for you and locked his car, turning and walking towards the elevator, pinging it and pressing the 12th floor when it finally arrived - your eyes gazing everywhere as you tried to capture as much information as you could to your memory. 

Reaching the 12th floor Jimin stepped out of the elevator and towards a door to the left not far away, unlocking it and letting you enter the apartment first, your nostrils filling with the familiar scent of him and your eyes darting from one place to another, finding new things to look at all the time. 

From his black sofa and matching chairs in front of a flat screen TV hanging on the wall to the open plan kitchen, a mixture of whites and blacks too, the apartment was large, even as you saw it now, only the living room and kitchen, it was bigger than anything you’d been in before, so much room to roam around in. 

“Do you like it?” he questioned behind you, making you turn around and nod with a smile.

He giggled, “You don’t say much, do you?” 

Your smile faded as your gaze turned to the wooden floor beneath you, opening your mouth as if you were going to speak, but nothing came out, as if you’d forgotten how to form words. 

“Hey.. You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” he said softly, a worried smile painting his features. 

You sighed, “I was always told to keep quiet. As a hybrid I have no right to speak.” 

Jimin’s jaw clenched, just as he had suspected, “When you’re with me you’ve got as much right to speak as anyone else does, okay?” 

Returning your gaze to him, you nodded, making him raise a brow at you, a slight smirk appearing on his lips.

“Yes.” you said softly. 

“Good girl.” he praised, with a satisfied nod, “Now, I know every hybrid is different, but I’ll tell you what I’ve got and you can tell me what you like and don’t like, yeah?” 

“Okay.” you whispered with a nod and smile.

“I’ve got 3 bedrooms, mine, yours and a guest bedroom. You don’t have to sleep in your room if you don’t want to, but it’s set up so you can if you’d like. You’re obviously free to sit and lie on the sofa as well as there are small hybrid beds in the living room, my room, the guest room and your own room, which is just an addition to the bed in there, depending on if you prefer sleeping close to the floor or on the bed.” he shrugged and continued, “You’re free to lie on my bed as well if you’d like. There’s toys in your room that you can see if you like, I just bought loads of different ones so you’ve got a variety of choice.” 

Your chest swelled up and you almost couldn’t breathe because of the lump in your throat, just hearing about all of these things he had prepared and bought, that were now yours.

He sensed that you didn’t really know how to respond and simply continued talking about things that were very specific to you, “I hadn’t prepared for finding a hybrid like you, so there are a few things I need to run out and buy tomorrow, mainly clothes, since you’re basically a human with a tail and ears.” he laughed. 

Half a smile appeared on your lips, knowing he probably didn’t mind but that it was the main reason that people passed over you for years, hybrids like you, often referred to as not ‘pure hybrids’, weren’t common and were often unwanted. 

“There’s nothing wrong with you, Y/N, you don’t need to be pure to be a loving and good hybrid, I’m happy I found you,” he voice faltered and he spoke softly to you, as if to try and erase your self doubt. 

He couldn’t help but smile as his eyes flickered behind you for a second before returning to your features, making you realise you’d happily been waving your tail around the entire time he had been talking, a thing you often don’t realise you do as it’s so natural. 

Blushing slightly at your obvious appreciation of him, you tried to shift his gaze from you to something else, “Would you mind..” you paused, his brows raising as if to encourage you to continue, “Would you mind showing me around?”

“Of course!” he happily obliged, showing you around the apartment, eventually ending with your bedroom next to his, “This is your room.” 

You stepped into the room, it matched the rest of the apartment, white and black colours with light wooden flooring, a king size bed with black silk sheets, a large wardrobe that he confirmed was empty but he would use for your clothes, a large box of different kinds of toys that you quickly looked through as the various bright colours interested you. 

There was a large window going from the ceiling to the floor, but not as wide as the wall, ensuring you still had privacy but you could sit on the floor and look out the window if you wanted to. 

“All of this, is mine?” you breathed, shocked at the size of the room, the bed, the amount of toys, your eyes gazing over everything.

“Yep!” he said happily. 

Seeing all of it, actually being able to touch all of the things he’d spoken about was so surreal to you, the lump in your throat returning and your eyes stinging from the tears filling them. You’d always had nothing, you’d always slept on a concrete floor, barely given food, no toys, left to fend for yourself and now, you had a soft and warm place to sleep, an owner that actually seemed to care that you were in good health and taken care of. 

You couldn’t help but sniffle, trying to hold back your tears.

“Hey.. What’s wrong? Don’t cry, please..” Jimin cooed, stepping a little closer to you. 

Turning around to face him you looked down and closed the gap between you, your forehead meeting his chest, “Thank you so much.. Thank you..” you sobbed, his arms wrapping around you in an attempt to console you. 

“Shh.. It’s okay..” he whispered, gently scratching the base of your ear, his other arm tightening around you - your ears peaked towards him when you heard a small growl coming from him and he released a breathy laugh, “Sorry.. I haven’t eaten in a while.” 

You couldn’t help but giggle a little with him, “Me neither.” 

“Let’s get something to eat then, what do you want?” he asked, leaning back so he could see your face, his thumb coming to wipe away tears from your cheek. 

You shrugged, “I don’t really know any other food than what they fed me at the shop, which I couldn’t even put a name on if I wanted to.” 

He frowned at your words, but decided that he’d introduce you to a classic to begin with, “Pizza it is then!” he turned away from you and walked towards the living room, you following closely behind, watching him as he picked up the phone and spoke to someone you walked over to the sofa, dragging your fingers across it to see what the fabric felt like, smooth, soft, leather. 

You ultimately sat down on the floor by the coffee table, staring at the TV, you’d seen one before in the shop, though much much smaller, the shop assistants always glued to it when business was slow.

“You can sit on the sofa you know, Y/N.” Jimin giggled lightly. 

Turning your head to him you offered a smile, your body so used to the feeling of the hard surfaces you think you might have a hard time adjusting to the softness of any surface, “I might later.” 

He nodded at your words, hoping you’d adjust too, “I’ll turn the TV on for you so you can watch something, I’ll go have a shower quickly while we wait for the pizza’s to arrive.” he spoke as he picked up the remote and chose a channel that usually showed drama, crime and documentaries, hoping it would occupy your brain a little. 

You barely noticed as he walked away and the sound of water hitting bathroom tiles started, the moving images on the screen in front of you too catching, a man talking about a murder that had been committed and how they caught the people who tried to cover it up. 

Too focused and enthralled by the voice on the screen describing the reenactment of the murder you hadn’t heard Jimin come back from the shower and walk into the living room again - his hand softly touching the top of your head startling you, your instincts kicked in, a growl leaving you as you turned around on your knees and captured his hand between your teeth, your canines digging deep into his hand. 

A loud groan left him as you let go of his hand and he stumbled back against the large dining table behind him, blood dripping from his hand down onto the wooden floor, his eyes fixated and squinted at the sight. 

Your blood ran cold as you held your hand to your mouth, your instincts calming and allowing your mind to comprehend what you had just done, tears accumulating in your eyes, “Jimin..” you cried as he hissed with a clenched jaw and walked quickly towards the kitchen, turning on the water at the sink and holding his hand under it. 

Watching as he lowly growled at the sting of the water hitting the wounds you felt like hands were squeezing your heart and restricting your breathing - you had never bitten anyone before, you had never even been close to it or been the slightest bit aggressive. 

He turned the water off, disappeared into the hallway and into the bathroom again - you stood up, your body shaking, your tail between your legs and your ears flat against your head, your tears falling freely down your cheeks as you waited for him to reappear. 

‘I hurt him. I hurt him.’ was all that was going through your head.

Walking slowly out of the bathroom, he finished wrapping a bandage around his hand, his still wet hair draping over his face rendering you unable to judge his emotions. 

“Jimin.. I’m so sorry..” you sobbed, “I didn’t mean to.” 

He lifted his head, looking at you and pushing his hair back, his eyes still as kind as ever, walking towards you - “I know you didn’t, it’s my fault, I shouldn’t have put my hand on you, I’m sure I scared you.” he spoke softly with a small smile. 

A knock on the door caused you both to turn towards it, Jimin’s smile growing wider as he happily exclaimed, “Pizza!” and walked towards the door to get it - he seemed so fine, not like someone who had just been bitten by a hybrid. 

Walking past you with the boxes in hand he put them down on the coffee table and sat down on the sofa, patting the spot next to him, “Come eat.” You moved over to sit next to him and he offered you one slice of each pizza to try, excitedly expecting your verdict, watching you as you took a bite of each one to see which one you liked the most. 

You felt so guilty about biting him that you weren’t hungry anymore but you still tried to express enthusiasm about the pizza, “I really like both.” you smiled.

“I’m glad.” he laughed and took a slice for himself, his eyes turning to the TV and immersing himself in the documentary, his random chatter and comments at it while his cheeks were full served to help your guilt ease and you felt slightly better. 

Jimin refusing to take no for an answer kept offering you slices and filled you up too much, you had never been so full before, feeling ready to burst when finally the last slice was gone. 

He leaned back in the sofa and sighed deeply, “I think I’m going to die I’m so full.” You couldn’t help but giggle a little at his words, feeling exactly the same - shifting around you curled up in the spot next to him, sleepier than ever, like you could hibernate for years. 

He watched you with growing love in his heart as you draped your tail over your body and closed your eyes with a huff.

Pausing for a moment, worried you’d reject him again he gained the courage to ask, “Y/N?”

“Mmhm.” you hummed contently. 

“Can I pet you?” he spoke sheepishly. 

“Mmhm!” you hummed again with enthusiasm. 

His hand softly laid on your head, dragged slowly through your long hair, occasionally rubbing your ears and scratching your scalp making your eyes feel dry and heavy, sleep closing in on you quickly. 

Waking up to the noise of keys in the door, your eyes flickered open as Jimin stepped into the apartment, a multitude of bags in his hands making him nearly trip over.

You sat up, groaning as you stretched. 

“Hey girl, sorry if I woke you.” he panted as he put the bags down on the dining table, “I went to get you some clothes.” 

Your tail stiffened before moving wildly from side to side, your eyes widening at the prospect of new clothes, “Really?!” 

Jimin laughed at your cute behaviour, “I told you I would yesterday. Come have a look.” 

Nearly springing off the sofa you walked towards the bags, excited to see, instantly sticking your hands inside the bags and pulling out several items, tops, dresses, skirts, jeans, hoodies, cardigans, name it, it was there. 

“I know we probably have to cut holes in some of the clothes so it wont squish your tail.” Jimin smiled, watching you as you took item after item out and looked at it. 

He pushed another smaller bag towards you, “This one has underwear in it, I hope it fits you, I kinda had to guess on all of it.” 

You looked into the bag, underwear in all kinds of different colours. 

“If it doesn’t fit, I’ll just take it back, it’s not a problem.” he spoke. 

“Thank you, Jimin. You’ve done more than I could ever ask for.” you spoke softly, your eyes still locked on the bags in front of you. 

“Anything for you, Y/N.” he said softly. 

Your eyes fell down to his freshly bandaged hand before flickering up to meet his stare and back down to his hand again, taking his hand gently and pushing it against your cheek you started rubbing against it lightly, “I’m really sorry..” you choked.

His thumb caressed your cheek, “I know you are. It’s okay.” he said with a smile, “Don’t worry about it, it’ll heal.” 

A silence fell between you as you simply rubbed your cheek against his hand, your tail swinging slowly from side to side and your mind filling with his scent, feeling safe in his presence. 

“Do you want to take a shower and try on your new clothes?” Jimin whispered. 

Your ears peaked and you looked up at him, nodding, letting him take your hand and guide you to the bathroom, showing you how the shower worked and leaving some towels for you, a couple of bags with clothes you could choose from by the door as he closed it with a smile, leaving you to your own. 

Turning to the mirror on the wall it was the first time you’d been able to properly look at yourself, in something that wasn’t a broken mirror, a window or rippling water - Two fuzzy ears, one black and one white, almost like your tail that was split between white and black down the middle, your eyes an icy blue, your hair long and black, the rest of you appearing human, except for your canine teeth. 

‘Half-breed’, you hissed at yourself, ‘Impure’.

Sighing you undressed and stepped under the water, almost scorching your skin, god it felt good, running water, clean water - you used the products on the shelf in the shower, they smelled like Jimin, making you unconsciously smile. 

Finishing up you stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel and drying yourself off, squeezing the water out of your hair and your tail, spending maybe a little too much time rubbing your ears with the roughness of the towel since it felt so good - you stuck your hand into the bags by the door, fishing out a pink pair of underwear and sliding them on, they fit nicely, next up you found a bra, also pink, that seemed maybe a little tight around your torso, but it’d probably expand a little and fit better after a few wears. A pair of black jeans, that you couldn’t close because it would literally break your tail, and a white tank top. 

Stepping out of the bathroom and walking towards the living room you found Jimin by the dining table on the phone, sounding very formal and seeming to discuss some business meeting, he looked down at your open jeans with a raised brow making you turn around and point at your tail which only caused him to laugh silently.

He ended the call and put his phone down on the table before turning to you and sighing with a slight laugh, “Let’s fix those jeans then.” he walked over to the open kitchen and opened a drawer, finding a pair of scissors, motioning for you to come over. 

You stepped in front of him and bent over slightly, your tail wrapping around you to your front, giving him access to your jeans so he could cut a hole. 

“I don’t know how that big tail will fit, but let’s try.” he giggled.

“It’s just fuzz! It’s quite small actually.” you said, waving your tail in front of him teasingly, “Feel it.” 

He grabbed your tail softly, sliding his hands across it’s length, “It’s so soft!” 

“Mmhm.” you hummed happily before attempting to stick your tail through the hole in your jeans, pulling them down slightly and exposing your pink underwear to Jimin, your innocent mind not thinking much of it, but his taking a different course, you still looked so human after all. 

You managed to push your tail through in the first try, happily swinging it as you zipped up your jeans and buttoned them, turning around with a smile, “All done!” 

Releasing his breath he put the scissors back in the drawer, “I’ve got some work I need to do, so I’ll be in my office if you need me.” he walked past you and turned to walk down the hallway. 

“Can I come with?” you asked sheepishly. 

He couldn’t help but smile at your question, “Of course.” he confirmed as he continued down the hallway and you followed cheerily - entering the office it was quite large, book cases on either side of the walls, a wooden desk in the middle with a laptop on it, stacks of paper and files lying around. 

Stepping around the desk he sat down and opened his laptop, your eyes still darting everywhere and moving from book case to book case, looking at the titles of the books and the authors. 

“Can you read, Y/N?” Jimin asked with a curious voice.

“Mmhm.” you hummed in confirmation, “The first shelter I was at took good care of me, they taught me how to read, write, a lot of useful things, basic maths too, what most children learn in schools I guess.” 

“Good.” Jimin spoke before the tapping on his laptop started and he went silent, not wanting to disturb him you simply sat down next to the desk with a random book you had picked and started reading it, granted it was a little slow at first but you got the hang of it again. 

You felt comfortable just sitting with Jimin, not needing to say anything and just getting on with your things separately. It was nice and before you realised it hours had passed by and you were brought out of your vivid imaginations produced by the book and its words by Jimin stretching and standing up, yawning widely. 

“I’m going to bed, girl. I’m tired.” he said sleepily, “Goodnight.” 

You nodded at him, deciding you also needed to go to bed soon, but staying behind a little longer to read, “Night, Jimin.” just one more chapter you thought to yourself, turning the page. 

Finally closing the book you put it on the desk next to Jimin’s laptop, deciding to pick it back up tomorrow and finishing it, enjoying the story of hungry vampires hunting innocent humans in a modern day setting. 

You went to your room, picking up the bags of clothes on the way, changing into an oversized t-shirt that you had deemed to be your sleep wear before lying down in your bed, pulling your covers over you letting out a huff. 

Something wasn’t right. You felt uneasy. Grumbling you turned on your side, trying to ignore the pressure you had in your chest - Jimin’s name continuously running through your head and you had a hard time ignoring the need to be close to him. 

Throwing the covers off yourself you debated for all of 2 seconds before getting out of bed and stepping silently down to his bedroom - his door was open and you could see his blondish locks spread over his face and his features so peaceful, he was lying on his side, one of his arms above the covers draped over his body. 

You stepped close to his bed, carefully moving on to it and curling up in the curve of his legs, feeling ease in your chest, finally. 

“You okay girl?” Jimin asked with a deep and sleepy voice.

“I am now.” you near whispered. 

“You not going to bed cold there?” he asked, voice sending shivers through you.

“I’ll be okay. Promise.” you smiled, already feeling yourself ready to slip into the void. 

Feeling a blanket being draped over you, you opened your eyes slightly, the sight of Jimin’s face appearing in front of you.

You whined in response, your eyes closing again as you heard him walk away - letting out a loud huff you cuddled into the blanket, it smelled like Jimin, so good, so intoxicating, so warm and protective. 

Feeling your core throb at the thought of him, you smirked, letting your thoughts wonder to wherever they wanted to be, until you felt a slight ache in your stomach, your eyes widening and a panicked feeling being sent through you. 

‘Fuck.’ you thought, ‘I’m in heat.’

You had completely blanked that it had been a while since you were last in heat, unlike pure hybrids who only go into heat twice a year, you go into heat 4 times, a middle ground between a female humans menstrual cycle and the heat cycle of a hybrid.

The ache was growing larger and more painful, time mixed together in the kennel leaving you unable to keep track and it never mattered when you were in heat, they didn’t provide you with a male to help you, so you found other methods to cope, methods that you couldn’t do around Jimin, not to mention the fact that there was now a male around you at all times, regardless of if he was a hybrid or not. 

You got out of bed and walked towards the bathroom, feeling like your insides were going to throb their way out of your body, a cold shower, just a cold shower, take your mind off it, cold water - Quickly undressing and turning the water to the coldest setting, you stepped in and immediately started shivering, the cold doing little to provide ease. 

Groans left you as you squeezed your legs together, the pressure it gave sending shocks through your body, ‘fuck, fuck, fuck.’ you kept thinking. 

You heard a light knock on the door, “Do you want some breakfast, Y/N?” Jimin asked with a cheery voice.

“No I’m okay.” you groaned out quickly.

“Are you okay?” he asked through the door.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine.” you responded quickly again. 

You heard his footsteps fade and you quickly stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around you, opening the door and rushing to your room. Standing against your wardrobe you struggled to put clothes on, your core sending waves of pleasure through you at the slightest touch. 

Managing to put another oversized t-shirt on and a pair of underwear you couldn’t bear the ache anymore, sitting on your knees by your bed and leaning your head against the edge of it, whimpers and light pants leaving you. 

Opening the door Jimin stepped into your room “Y/N, are you sure-” not finishing his sentence he rushed to your side when he saw your figure on the floor, his warm hands on your waist and shoulder extracting a moan from you and he instantly let go of you, “What happened?” 

“I’m in heat..” you sighed. 

“Shit. They told me it wasn’t going to be until next month, I already found someone who could help you through it, I’ll call them and see if they can rearrange, okay?” he spoke quickly, standing up and turning, but you grabbed his hand, stopping him, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

“I don’t want a male. I don’t want anyone.” you choked.

“What? Why not?” he asked, puzzled by your words, any other hybrid would’ve screamed for someone now. 

“I haven’t..” you sighed, “I haven’t been with anyone yet. The shelter never provided me with males.”

“Oh..” he paused, “Are you sure you don’t want anyone?” 

“Mhm.” you groaned, leaning your head against the edge of the bed again, letting go of his hand, “I’ll be okay.”  

“Why today..” he sighed, “I’ve gotta go to this meeting, Y/N. I wish I could cancel it, but I can’t. I’ll be back as soon as I can, okay?” he spoke softly, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay..” you whined as you heard him get up and walk away, hearing some ruffling around in his bedroom you assumed he was changing and eventually his footsteps towards the front door, hearing it open and shut, the keys turning in the lock. 

Standing up on wobbly legs you walked towards Jimin’s bedroom, his scent protruding from it sending shivers down your body, you needed to be close to it, needed to smell him, your hands gliding across his duvet, burying your face in it and holding your legs closed, your hand so tempted to slide up your leg and provide some relief, but you knew it would never be enough, it would only tease you and increase the throbbing of your core. 

God, it wasn’t enough, you had to wear something of his. Moving away from the bed and towards his wardrobe you found one of his t-shirt, quickly ridding yourself of your own and putting it on. 

You moved onto the bed, standing on your knees you looked at his pillows, debating with yourself. Your heat ultimately winning, you grabbed one of the pillows and put it between your legs, holding on to the edges of it and grinding your core on it slowly. 

Fuck, it felt so good. The small bumps of the uneven pillow touching your clit in just the right ways, sending pleasure through your body, your hips moving back and forth teasingly, loving the way it felt. 

It wasn’t enough to get you to the edge, but it somewhat soothed the ache in your stomach, letting your thoughts roam towards Jimin, how good his hands would feel all over you, how good it would feel to have him inside you, hearing his small moans and having him whisper praises at you, seeing his muscular body flex under you, above you, behind you, his lips dragging down your collarbones, biting your neck, holding onto your waist with bruising strength. 

You leaned your head forward, increasing the pressure you were using to push your core onto the pillow below you, but still grinding on it slowly, brushing your hair away from your face and over to one side, your hand gripping onto the pillow with strength you didn’t know you had. 

“Fuck.. Jimin..” you whimpered. 

Hearing a sharp exhale coming from the door, your head instantly turned towards it, seeing Jimin standing there with wide eyes, the sleeves of his white dress shirt rolled up, a few buttons undone and his tie hanging undone too, his black slacks sitting tightly around his thighs and his belt snug around his waist. 

You moved off of the pillow quickly, sitting down on the bed near the edge and curling your legs to the side in front of you, following his eyes as they flickered to the pillow, seeing the large wet stain you had left behind, hanging your head in embarrassment. 

He moved closer to you, his hand moving up to cup your cheek, his thumb caressing it as you sighed into his touch, continuing not to look up at him. 

“You’re home early.” you spoke softly.

“I’m not. It’s been a couple of hours, baby.” his voice laced with lust and almost feeling powerful in your ears, had you been standing it would’ve sent you to your knees, the nickname only adding fuel to the burning in your body, “Do you want me to help you?” he continued, sending a wave of excitement through you. 

You finally looked up at him, nodding softly, his stare overpowering as he leaned down and gently kissed your neck, extracting a sigh from you instantly, his hands moving to your legs and pulling them so they were on either side of him, giving him access to your core. 

Leaning back on your hands you watched as his mouth dragged down your torso, still covered by his t-shirt, but you could feel his hot breath through it, his hands gliding up the outside of your thighs. 

“Jimin.” you spoke as you put your hand on his chest, stopping him. 

“Mmh?” he looked up at you through hooded lids.

“I..” your were too shy to say it. 

He moved up, his head next to yours, “Tell me.” he whispered. 

“I don’t.. I don’t know if I’ll taste or smell nice, I’ve been sat on your pillow for hours.” you hesitated. 

“Let me find out.” he smirked, his hand moving up and dragging slowly from your neck, down your chest, teasingly going close to, but avoiding your nipple, down your stomach, slowly moving his hand under your t-shirt and into your panties, easily sliding past your clit, your eyes watching his hand intensely. 

“You’re soaking, baby.” he sighed. 

You couldn’t help but whimper at his words, feeling one of his fingers slide down to your entrance, prodding it and teasing you before finally entering, sending a new feeling through your body as your breath hitched. 

He pulled his hand back out of your panties and you followed it as it came up next to your head and you could hear him lick his finger, “You taste amazing.” his lewdness sending warmth to your core. 

You felt his hand on your chest, pushing you lightly, “Relax for me.” he whispered as you leaned back onto the bed, his lips dragging down your collarbones and to your nipple, gently biting it through your t-shirt, a slight moan leaving you before his hand continued down your side, pulling your t-shirt up above your breasts, giving him access to your bare torso, his lips instantly attaching themselves to your nipple again, circling it with his tongue.

It felt like a line of fire going directly from your nipple to your core, your legs desperately trying to close and squeeze together, stopped by his body between them, your chest arching into his touch, body begging for more. 

He continued down your body, kissing your stomach and above the edge of your panties, hooking his fingers under the edge of them and pulling them down your legs, kissing your inner thigh repeatedly on the way back to your core, sitting on his knees on the floor, his tongue darted out and softly circled your clit, a sharp exhale leaving you in result. Putting his arms under your thighs and holding onto your hips he continued to lick, circle and suck on your clit, as if you were going to be his last meal. 

Putting your hand over your mouth you tried to stiffen your way too loud moans, worried the neighbours might hear you, your other hand closing in on itself, not knowing what to do with yourself. 

Jimin wouldn’t have it, stopping his movements and coming up next to your head, his hand grabbing your wrist and moving your hand from your mouth, pressing it into the mattress above your head, “Don’t silence yourself. Your moans sound so fucking good.” he growled. 

He moved back down your body, between your legs, grabbing your other hand and putting it on the back of his head, your fingers intertwining his locks and holding on, his tongue continuing its journey around and on your clit, moans and whimpers leaving you, feeling like your stomach was going to collapse in on itself as your orgasm came closer and closer. 

“F-fuck!” you whimpered as your hips bucked up into him, your back arching into the mattress and your head digging into the softness below you, your eyes squeezed shut, your toes curled behind Jimin’s head, your breathing almost stopped but continued in small quick breaths, the pressure in your core released in harsh contractions, shocks of pleasure sent through your body, his movements not letting up until you had ridden your orgasm to the fullest. 

Moving away from your core, he studied your panting figure, enjoying the small smile you had on your lips. He moved onto the bed slowly, hovering above you and putting his forehead to yours, until you became coherent again. 

“Do you want to go further?” he asked softly. 

“Yes!” you breathed instantly in response, causing him to attach his lips to yours in a heated kiss, only breaking it momentarily to pull your t-shirt off fully, leaving you naked below him. He put an arm under your waist and lifted you up, pulling you up towards the headboard of the bed, so you could lay on it properly. 

Hovering above you, supporting himself with an arm on either side of you, he pulled away from you and opted instead to suck gently on your neck, his hand finding yours and guiding it to the buttons on his dress shirt, “Unbutton it for me, girl.” he whispered against your skin, your hands instantly obliging, undoing one button after the other, his chest and stomach becoming exposed for you, your eyes fixated on the sight. 

He stood up on his knees, pulling it out of his slacks and throwing it on the ground next to the bed, your hand coming up to touch his abs, like it had a mind of is own, your fingers spreading out and gliding across his soft skin, a smirk appearing on his lips at your innocence - he quickly unbuckled his belt as well as opened his slacks, pulling them down slightly before coming down to you, pressing his lips against yours again, kicking them off while doing so, the only fabric between your core and his member now, was his boxers. 

Pushing his member against your clit you moaned into the kiss, opening your mouth and he took the opportunity to find your tongue and dominate it, yours happily submitting to his movements. 

His arm wrapped down under you and he rolled onto his back, pulling you with him, making you straddle him. You both stared at each other, panting, lips red and swollen, eyes blown out and dark, your tail swinging softly from side to side in content behind you.

He lifted his hips slightly, making you nearly fall forwards, a small laugh leaving him at your cute behaviour, “Here..” he spoke softly, grabbing both your hands and putting them on his chest, “Steady yourself on me.” 

You couldn’t help but smile, closing your eyes you could feel his heartbeat beneath the palm of your hand, it was beating just as fast as yours. 

His hands roamed down to his hips, pulling his boxers down and kicking them off completely, his member now bare against your core, the warmth of it sending shivers through you. Looking down between your legs, you could see it flat against his stomach, twitching. He was big and it made you a little worried. 

Lifting yourself a little and leaning forward, his hand moved down and held his member up, you could feel it nudging against your entrance softly as you started to sink down on him slowly, his hands finding place on your hips, watching you. 

God, he stretched you out, the burn almost too much to bear as you sunk down on him more and more, a mewl leaving you, your hands curling into fists on his chest and your eyes closing. 

“Easy, baby. Take your time.” he cooed. 

You lifted yourself up a little before continuing down on him, hearing a hiss from him below you, you opened your eyes and looked at him, his brows furrowed and mouth slightly ajar, his stomach tense, fighting the urge to thrust into you. 

“So tight.. Fuck..” he breathed, his eyes closed. 

Sinking all the way down on him, your clit met his pubic bone, a sigh leaving you at how good he felt inside you, better than you even imagined, his member twitching inside you. 

Leaning on his chest you lifted yourself and sunk down on him again slowly, a small moan leaving him, making your ears twitch and a smile appearing on your lips, loving that sound you tried to extract more from him, increasing your movements a little as you got more and more used to him, your own pants leaving you repeatedly. 

The feeling being sent through your body every time you met his base had you begging and chasing for more, your body was on fire and he was the only one that could soothe it.

Feeling your warmth leaving him he couldn’t help himself, thrusting back up into you causing a loud moan to leave you, a different kind of feeling, but it felt so good. 

“Sorry..” he whispered, “I couldn’t stop myself.” feigning innocence. 

“Do it again.” you smirked. 

Bending his legs so he had an easier time doing it, he continued small and slow thrusts, sending pleasure through your body every time his hips met your skin. 

You looked down at him, his skin glistening with sweat and small pearls forming on his temples, his hair sticking slightly to his face and his eyes filled with lust, your own skin feeling damp and hot. 

He quickly sat up, wrapped his arms around you and turned you over on your back, leaving him in full control, his thrusts becoming quicker and harder, your hands still placed firmly on his chest as he hovered above you and looked down at you.

“Fuck.. Jimin..” you whined, feeling like you were being thrown towards another orgasm - his lips came down to your neck, gently nibbling at it, “I love it when you moan my name, baby.” 

Your hands found their way to his back, feeling his muscles flex below the palms of your hands, his lips on your neck disappearing but instead feeling his teeth bite into your skin, the back of your head automatically digging into the pillow below you as you exposed more of your neck to him, your nails digging into the skin of his back and dragging down causing a growl to leave him as he arched his back into your scratches. 

“That’s it girl, mark me.” he hummed against your skin, “Let me know how good I’m making you feel.” 

You squeezed your legs around his hips, “So fucking good..” you panted, “I’m so close..” 

Lifting your head you looked down between your legs, watching him as he appeared and disappeared into you, his rough and powerful thrusts blanking your mind. You could feel your core clenching around him repeatedly, the pressure reappearing in your stomach and you knew you wouldn’t last much longer, a faint muscle ache in your body. 

You leaned up to him, attaching your lips to his, your fingers intertwining with the hair on the back of his head and your other holding on to his shoulder. 

Breaking the kiss you felt your body twitch slightly, the knot in your stomach finally untying itself, your mouth falling slightly open and whimpers leaving you repeatedly, your core throbbing repeatedly around Jimin’s member. 

“God, fuck..” he groaned, the feeling of you cumming on him sending him spiralling into his own high, his body shaking above yours as his hips stuttered and eventually came to a halt, cumming inside you and desperately trying to regain control of his breathing. 

Your hand on his shoulder moved slowly to his neck, your thumb gently and soothingly dragging back and forth his skin in a loving manner, his eyes flickering to yours, leaning down and placing a soft kiss on your lips. 

He pulled out of you gently and laid down beside you, immediately putting an arm under your head and pulling you close to him, your head and arm resting on his chest, your tail draping over his hips and your leg intertwined with his. 

You snuggled closer to him, not wanting to let go, listening to his heart beat slow down, his hand coming up to scratch the base of your ear, feeling like you could fall asleep at any second. 

“I hope that helped soothe the ache.” he whispered, a smile in his voice. 

“Mmhm.. It was amazing.” you whispered back, “Thank you.” 

He giggled, “Absolutely my pleasure, any time you need.” 

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[iamgonesoseeya]

Idk if this got in, a couple haven’t gone through with other blogs ‘Let’s have a baby’ with Nines and Gavin if at all possible??

It’s hard to believe sometimes but Gavin and Nines are a match made in heaven. They’re both emotionally void characters hiding under what they assume to be their role in society, and all they want deep down, buried away, is to feel whole. Gavin found his happiness after finally accepting Nines was his destiny. His hatred of androids was justified with his fears driving him crazy, but Nines was the one person that Gavin never found, and that changed everything. An android saved him where a human never could.

Nines however, finds Gavin to be more human- more real than anyone else, and he admires that. Those broken parts of him that crumble under pressure are poetically beautiful, and he appreciates getting to learn more about them through Gavin’s words. He’s not a man of Shakespeare, but he expresses himself honestly, and it intrigues Nines. The cursing, the stutters, the confusion that tangles around his accent with every passing confession…Nines loves the parts of Gavin no one else gets to see. Gradually, through his ever looming deviancy, Nines learns how to express himself too.

“I fear being a failure. I fear when I retreat to my sleep and I see Amanda, she will shut me down for failing my mission. I wasn’t supposed to fall in love, but I did, and she is ashamed of me.”

“Fuck her. You’re the best thing to come to the DPD, and my life, and I fucking adore you. Come ‘ere.”

Nines couldn’t believe how mind blowing it is to be touched. His body craves Gavin, and those nights being held fill him with jovial admiration.

So more than three years together, they’re in a comfortable routine. Nines likes to live luxuriously, parading around in lavish, designer clothes, feeling gorgeous, and Gavin enjoys lapping up the laziness of his days off, watching his pretentious boyfriend strut around like a peacock. Nines with Gucci turtlenecks, skinny tartan trousers and slick, shiny shoes, while Gavin is in nothing but his boxers and a hoodie. That’s a normal Sunday for them.

“Get over here,” Gavin says through the gruff of his voice, tugging Nines down onto his lap. His hands dig into his rear, and Nines rolls his eyes, though he enjoys the eagerness of his boyfriends libido. He plays with Gavin’s hair, curling the strands around his fingers, and smiles.

“You should let me buy you some nice clothes.” Nines says, moving to sit on his lap properly, grinding playfully to elicit a moan from Gavin. “You would look great in a well tailored shirt.”

“I think it’d look better on the bedroom floor.” Gavin purrs, kissing Nines’ neck. “Same with this fucking jumper of yours.”

“It’s a turtle neck.”

“Whatever.”

While Gavin assult his neck, the television plays in the background. More than often it’s just the news, and today it’s an update with Cyberlife’s most recent developments. Nines’ attention switches to the voices from the box.

“… Fertility implants have officially been finalised and released to select couples who want to have a child. With detailed splicing and DNA advancements, android / human relationships can now co parent children together through natural artificial developments, creating an egg or sperm to match the android’s appearance that can match their partners.”

He raises his brow, LED spinning yellow, and turns his attention back to Gavin. “Does that interest you?”

“Huh, wha?” He murmurs, lifting his head from Nines’ neck. Nines swings his legs off Gavin’s lap and falls beside him, pointing to the television.

“Would you like to have a child with me? I could get the new upgrade, carry our baby…I know how much you enjoy babysitting Avery when she comes over. I think you would be a great father and-”

“Slow down, babe, I gotta catch up.” Gavin chuckles darkly, it fills Nines with dread for a second. He runs his fingers through his hair and sits up. “You wanna have a kid? With me?”

Nines nods. “There’s no one else I would want to have a child with.” He crosses his arms and squeezes tight, trying to settle the knots in his chest that sizzle. “I am happy to continue how we are, though, because I love you.”

Gavin rubs his jaw, the bristles of his five o'clock shadow rubbing his skin. The cogs in his brain turn feverishly, Nines can only construct the dozen next steps he’ll take upon Gavin’s rejection, he can barely contain himself as the stress levels rise.

Then he smiles, and takes Nines’ hand. “You know I always wanted to be a dad? Never thought I’d get there…” He brings up the hand to his lips and plants a soft kiss against his synthetic skin. “I’m over the fucking moon to have a kid with you, yes, of course.”

Shock. Nines blinks, tries to speak, but is silenced by his own happiness, and instead decides a kiss is the better way to answer. He holds Gavin’s face in his hands as he kisses him tenderly, pouring all the love he has into the affection, and presses his forehead against Gavin’s.

“Let’s have a baby?” Nines asks, eyes wide. Gavin pulls him close by the waist and nods.

“Let’s have a baby.”

[dianhq]

hello, i’m eleanor, i’m from england and my pronouns are she/her !! this is my precious little child dian edelstein; she deserves the world but keeps getting screwed over by everyone. i’d love to plot with you all !! also, if you haven’t roleplayed with me before, this is constance zimmer, constance is precious and needs to be appreciated more !! please love her !!

[ constance zimmer, forty six, cisfemale, she/her ] ━ hey, I just saw [ dian arenson ] walking down the streets of crownsville. they’ve lived in town for [ two months ], and you can catch them around town working as an [ actress ]. I hear they’re known to be [ compassionate & genuine ] and [ impulsive & sensitive ]. if asked, they would say their aesthetic would be [ oversized jackets, cold cups of coffee & high heels]. ━ [ ooc: eleanor, 20, gmt, she/her] ▬▬

SUICIDE ATTEMPT TW, DEPRESSION TW, CHILD ABUSE TW.

dian was actually born in germany to a working class household barely holding themselves above the poverty line. she was named after her grandmother whose name was ‘diane’ but her mother wanted something different for her daughter so they both decided to drop the e.

everything that they worked for was for dian. when she was growing up, her parents started saving to make their daughter have the best start in life. they bought a television and were able to get their hands on some american tv shows on video for their daughter to learn. she was too young for her school to be teaching any english but they were determined to get her learning as quickly as possible. it was gruelling as she didn’t have much time for fun; her parents were more interested in her future than what she was feeling at that moment.

she had always been a charismatic child that loved to entertain and bring joy with her performances and that was when the penny dropped for her parents. her mother quickly started looking at agencies. this time was particularly tough because her parents were pressuring her and she didn’t see having another choice in the matter whilst her father put in so many extra hours so that they could all jet off to los angeles for an audition.

as she was only young, it didn’t take long for dian to be picked up by a tv show called “the generation house” that would run for eight seasons and it would be shot in new york city. dian was given the part of philippa ‘pippa’ williams, a main character. the money quickly came in and her parents were so proud of her. after their finances had sky-rocketed because of the girls’ success, they decided to settle in los angeles, buying a big house with some of their daughters earnings; they had worked hard and she would have been nowhere without them so it was all fair.

their was pressure on dian to keep providing for the family, they had another child and she couldn’t let her down. however, as they grew older, the responsibility was shifted on to her sister; she had it all, she was the intelligent one, she was able to attend school and she was the one that could be trusted. it was sad to thing that her first director was more of a father than her own.

it became clear to the girl throughout her teenage years that her mother and father loved her because they wanted the money and in rebellion, she tried to quit. however, her father and mother were very emotionally manipulative and decided that putting her down would be the best way forward as she always rose to the challenge. their daughter worked hard and was intelligent but there was always a lack of love from her parents as the need to impress them consumed her.

when she became eighteen, she finally got access to her money and cut her parents off completely. they have tried to contact her at various points in her life but she was never going to allow them to use her like that.

for around a year, she tried the whole rebellious child star thing but decided that it wasn’t for her; she loved her craft despite being forced into it and she wasn’t going to take that away from herself.

dian was eighteen and she was looking for something more substantial. however, the transition from child star to actress was very hard; no one could get past her previous roles, that were light-hearted and comedic. her only option was to go in to the independent film industry, to get down to the nitty-gritty, the meaningful and artistic films and some got recognition while some didn’t even make a final cut. it was deflating to be pushed in to the background after so much work in her early years. it worried her because she hadn’t had to time to get a proper education, she hadn’t gone to school and appeared to have made no actual friends; most of the cast members that she had worked with had gone their separate ways; most of the child actors were either in rehab or had quit as they decided that it wasn’t for them.

it took dian years to break back in to the blockbuster hits.

however, people did seem to walk all over her. because of her relationship with her parents, it encouraged dian to constantly overcompensate in relationships, both romantic and friendship and this never works out for her. she feels like she’s in the wrong constantly and needs to make up for everything.

dian is a serial monogamist; she’s been in relationships constantly since she was nineteen. think taylor swift but with a soul.

she is best known for her role in 2008′s ‘vices’ wherein she played harrison ford’s mistress; dian was nominated for an academy award but was beaten by kate winslet for the award. it wasn’t a secret that dian loved the limelight at times, it made her feel loved and the public seemed to adore her.  she deserved the recognition she got, some even said that winslet robbed dian that year.

the woman has three children and they all have different fathers.

she has won an acamdey award and been nominated three times; a talented queen !!

she has been married four times and they’ve always ended in disaster. dian doesn’t feel like she can ever be alone and as the media began to trash her and pick apart her decisions to keep on marrying these men, she felt like she needed it more.

dian tried to be around as much as she could for her children's’ childhood but her hectic schedule seemed to get in the way. she did spoil them slightly because she overcompensates in many ways. she’s also a doormat when it comes to her kids because every time she looks at them, she feels guilty that she missed so much in their lives.

when her fourth engagement came about to a screenwriter after just four months, tensions in her family rose instantly. her children were strongly advising against it but she didn’t want to listen and went along with it anyway. after she had chosen the guy over her children, the eldest two disowned her as they weren’t going to be there to help her pick up the pieces of another broken relationship. they were done counselling her over such matters and felt no obligation to make sure things were fine for her. although she was miserable from this situation and their attitude, dian pressured herself into the marriage as she saw it as her very last shot at true love. she had been impulsive and her own desperation had pushed her into a marriage with her eyes closed, something that she’d soon discover.

nine months into the marriage, dian caught her new husband cheating with one of her younger costars on set. she was absolutely devastated when he left her to be with the younger model; as she overcompensates a lot, she was even prepared to look past it and for them to start again but he rejected her and served her with divorce papers.

then she started engaging in reckless behaviour and even more of the public were taking a dislike to her; she was once america’s sweetheart and now she had been deduced to this desperate old woman that couldn’t keep a man in her life. her youngest child became worried for her but was easily influenced by the older two that told them to ignore it.

the media continued to slam her life choices and she didn’t feel like she had support from anyone. the day that her divorce was finalised, she tried to take her own life. it was an impulsive decision but everything seemed to be destroyed and it seemed like the only way out. her manager, assistant and children are the only ones who currently know; dian has just sort of vanished...

after that, she decided that she needed to take a break so all of her projects are either on hold or she’s been replaced by another actress. she bought a home in crownsville

 and has been living there with her youngest child who has assumed responsibility for her. dian feels incredibly guilty that they have to take care of her as well as the aftermath of her children feeling like they weren’t a good enough reason for her to stay.

dian is settling into crownsville but is being honest with herself and doesn’t know how long it’ll last. it creates a lot of distance between her and hollywood so it is her breathing space but knows that it can’t fix everything. she does need more professional help but is reluctant to take it as she sees herself as an inconvenience. she loves acting, or loved it but it leaked into her personal life and created this mess so she doesn’t know if she’ll ever go back into it again. it’s so soon after her ordeal that she hasn’t made much progress.

personality wise, she’s such a sweetheart and is kind to everyone but can also be extremely sensitive; if someone’s mean to her, chances are that her eyes are going to be welling up with tears. she wants to help everyone all the time but neglects herself quite a bit which isn’t what she should be doing at this difficult time in her life.

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

FRIENDS: she needs people to talk to.

LISTENERS: those people who she’s friends with but end up acting like a therapist.

FANS: it would be cool if someone constantly fangirled over her.

HOOK UPS: sometimes the loneliness gets to her once more and she’s taken to sleeping with people too often now that she knows she can’t handle relationships. (she’s bisexual so come at me!)

ENEMIES: someone who thinks she’s just a self-entitled narcissistic has been actress would be interesting.

DRINKING BUDDIES: even though she’s supposed to stay away from the stuff, she does find herself in situations where she ends up going for a drink and can’t control herself.

LIFELINE: a really close friend that she can call in the middle of the night if she’s having any difficulty.

MENTEE: she would act as a motherly figure towards them and take them under her wing as she feels like a failure to her own children and just wants to get rid of that feeling of inadequacy.

[jeremystrele]

A Day In The Life Of Textile Designer, Cassie Byrnes

A Day In The Life Of Textile Designer, Cassie Byrnes

A Day In The Life

by Sasha Gattermayr

Cassie starts the day with her daughter Lottie, who is just 18 months old. Photo – Amelia Stanwix for The Design Files.

Look at them in their matching Variety Hour get-ups! Photo – Amelia Stanwix for The Design Files.

They eat breakfast together and then scoot Lottie off to daycare, while Cassie heads to work. Photo – Amelia Stanwix for The Design Files.

The family’s cute house! Photo – Amelia Stanwix for The Design Files.

Cassie wears a dress from her textile label, Variety Hour. Photo – Amelia Stanwix for The Design Files.

The Variety Hour shop is on Gertrude Street, where they sell apparel, home textiles and accessories. Photo – Amelia Stanwix for The Design Files.

Chatting with retail assistant Hayley before heading upstairs to the rest of the team. Photo – Amelia Stanwix for The Design Files.

The walls of Variety Hour are just as vibrant as the textiles within it – and Cassie herself! Photo – Amelia Stanwix for The Design Files.

The light and bright Variety Hour studio sits above the shop overlooking Gertrude Street! Photo – Amelia Stanwix for The Design Files.

Cassie manages a team of five: some full-timers and some part-timers. Photo – Amelia Stanwix for The Design Files.

They’re currently working on three collections at once, plus workshopping a new homewares range. Photo – Amelia Stanwix for The Design Files.

A lot of ‘fabric touching’ happens with the production team to ensure each piece has the right look and feel. Photo – Amelia Stanwix for The Design Files.

A super colourful and busy moodboard. Photo – Amelia Stanwix for The Design Files.

Varuety Hour also has a content arm, so the team spend some time talking about what’s going to happen in this month’s vlog. Photo – Amelia Stanwix for The Design Files.

‘I was that kid who was hustling from an early age and had my first “business” at 14,’ says Cassie Byrnes. She even had a ‘very short-lived but very lucrative’ eBay business selling vintage clothes in the early days of online marketplaces.

A fascination with vintage fashion prints spurred Cassie to make the move from Brisbane to Melbourne in 2012 to study Textile Design at RMIT – despite having never been to Victoria before! Luckily – it was the right move. She quickly fell in love with textiles, and threw herself into her studies, working like ‘a psycho’ to excel in her course. Then, in 2016, not long after graduating, Cassie launched her own brand, Variety Hour, working freelance on the side to prop up her new business.

‘The year I started my business, my parents were on the verge of bankruptcy after working incredibly hard in their small business for the past three decades,’ she says. ‘It was heartbreaking, but I also knew I was completely on my own, there was no safety net and no one to fall back on. I definitely get my resilience from them. It also taught me that just working hard does not guarantee success, and you have to remain nimble and adaptable to change.’

Today, Cassie manages a team of five people, working from their dreamy Gertrude Street studio above the Variety Hour retail store! In-between designing new ranges for Variety Hour, and managing her retail store, Cassie still regularly collaborates with with big brands, designing prints for the likes of Nike, Anthropologie and Uniqlo.

Cassie has big picture goals for the future of Variety Hour. She wants to get her team up to full-time hours, experiment with new applications like jacquard weaving and embroidery, and do more to celebrate body diversity (VH clothes now go up to size 22!). In doing all that, Cassie sees the domino effect it has on supporting local manufacturing, creativity in the textiles industry, and promoting size inclusivity among Australian women.

Imagine if every day was as colourful as this!

First Thing

I wake up around 7am to the soothing sounds of my daughter either singing or yelling from her cot – my alarm now for the past 18 months.

I pretend I am asleep long enough for my husband to get Lottie up and start breakfast, then I lie in bed contemplating my existence in the world. Eventually I accept my reality but like clockwork it’s way too late and it’s a mad rush to get out the door within 20 minutes (in case you didn’t realise I am  definitely not a morning person). Having once worked a solid decade in hospitality, I will forever be a night owl, unfortunately my daughter has still yet to receive that memo and I have to find a way to function in the mornings.

Morning

After getting into the car and breathing a sigh of relief, I turn on ABC Melbourne and listen to Virginia Trioli on my way to drop Lottie off at daycare in Fitzroy. I usually get sucked into hanging out with her adorable baby friends and chatting to the teachers before grabbing a coffee at Gabriel and making my way to the Variety Hour office, just around the corner on Gertrude Street.

The morning is a whirlwind of emails and planning out the day. I am a meticulous planner (because I am also a meticulous procrastinator) and have forced myself over the years to get more organised.

The team arrives between 9-10am and we gasbag about life, which eventually turns into chat about this week’s production dramas and what content we have on the horizon. Penny and I spend the morning creating content, today we are filming our monthly vlog. We finalise an upcoming photoshoot and go over our plans for socials for the week. Our office sits above our shop so I might head downstairs to check in with Hayley, our shop girl.

Lunchtime

I don’t really eat breakfast so by midday I am starving. I love having lunch with the team so I usually see someone start to prepare their lunch and I tag along for the adventure. Having lunch together means we can chat freely about non-work stuff and we always have interesting convos. It gives me a chance to let out all that pent up conversation that I have pushed down all morning while trying to focus on work.

Afternoon

I spend my afternoon bouncing around working with the team. I spend some time with Jess – our production manager. We currently have three collections on the go: finishing winter and getting the last production run from our manufacturer; sampling our Classics collection; and designing new cuts and finalising prints for summer. There are always a billion things to decide on, from choosing zip colours to how many centimetres we need to take off a sleeve.

I spend time with our designer sarah on our homewares collection, which is a work in progress at the moment. We feel a bunch of fabric strike-offs and look at samples. There is a lot of time spent in the office touching fabrics and discussing details people wouldn’t probably think about. Today Sarah and I had a great chat/debate about what is the perfect shade of olive.

Evening

At 5pm I clock off for the arvo and go pick up Lottie and make our way home. Between 5-8pm is baby/family time and I let myself have that and try to put work aside. My husband has become a domestic goddess since Lottie was born and normally cooks us all dinner. We have a pretty boring but delicious roster of favourites that are quick and healthy. We both play sports so sometimes one of us runs out of the house if it’s an early game.

After Lottie goes to sleep, I go up to the home office and start the night shift. I always get my creative work done in these hours because it’s quiet and uninterrupted. I still have not mastered getting print creation done while at the studio with people around, but I am sure that will come with practice.

I put on some terrible but fab TV like Real Housewives and paint in my sketchbook or work on a new print. This week I am deep into our new summer 2021 collection. I have to be asleep by midnight because anything later I am an actual mess of a human the next day and get nothing done. I wrap up work around 11pm.

Cassie at the Variety Hour office. Photo – Amelia Stanwix for The Design Files.

Cassie’s greatest moments of creativity come at night, so after dinner she heads to her home office, puts on some trashy TV in the background and gets to work with her paints and sketchbook. Photo – Amelia Stanwix for The Design Files.

An explosion of colour! Photo – Amelia Stanwix for The Design Files.

Right now I’m listening to, watching, and reading…

Listening: Love a podcast these days. My favourites are You’re Wrong About, How I Built This and The Indicator

Watching: Peppa Pig, CoComelon and The Wiggles

Reading: ‘Who Gets to Be Smart‘ by Bri Lee 

I get my best work done when…

I have the entire day and evening in the studio. I usually do this on a Sunday while no one else is around and all is quiet in the world.

My productivity tool/tip is…

Turn your phone off and put it really far away (like, a different floor of your house). I deleted the email app from my phone a while back now because I read a great quote that called emails ‘someone else’s to do list’. I really try to keep things as separate as possible because my work and home life are so intertwined.

A philosophy I live and work by is…

Be a nice person.

Something I’ve learned the hard way is…

Creativity needs to be nurtured. When you are a creative that also happens to run a small business, it’s easy to get caught up in the day-to-day running of things. I learnt back in 2019 that you need to work a daily/weekly practice into your routine. A time to ponder and experiment by sketching, painting or writing that you can look back on and draw from when looking for inspiration.

Variety Hour’s 2021 winter collection has just dropped! Shop online now, or pop in to their gorgeous shop at 155 Gertrude Street, Fitzroy (open Wed – Sun).

[youtiaoshutiao]

translation: shen yue’s and hu yi tian’s long messages about “a love so beautiful”

The day before ALSB aired, Shen Yue posted a heartfelt weibo essay about her experience filming the drama and about her fellow cast members. Just today, two days after ALSB finished airing, Hu Yi Tian also posted a really long weibo post (which if you stalk his weibo, you would find that that is extremely abnormal among the rest of his posts consisting of barely a few words) about ALSB. Just really thought that both posts were super sincere and lovely and felt like translating it, though I’m not sure if other people have already done so. Please excuse any awkward sentence structures!! I tried my best :P

original posts by: shen yue and hu yi tian @ sina weibo

translated by: yt st / youtiaoshutiao @ tumblr 

(All italicised words are additional notes by me)

shen yue: “written for our little beautiful moments” [published on the 8th of November 2017, a day before ALSB started airing]

(Original link: https://www.weibo.com/ttarticle/p/show?id=2309404171872605503107)

I as a person probably have a foible of absolutely having to say a really long paragraph of words before major events happen.

In that case, I’ll begin to speak. Okay… then let’s begin speaking from the auditions of A Love So Beautiful (ALSB).

On that morning of me attending the auditions, to boost my courage, I swallowed half a glass of red wine in one mouthful. But I didn’t expect that my face would flush when I drank alcohol, when I arrived at the audition site, my face had turned as red as Lord Guan (NOTE: Guan Yu, who is often portrayed with a red face in Chinese Opera)…… My manager turned her head around to look at me and got a huge shock, she kept on muttering that we were ruined… It was precisely with this face of Lord Guan that I met everyone’s Teacher Hu (NOTE: referring to Hu Yi Tian).

You guys, don’t look at how I normally appear so quick-witted or write memes on Weibo and think that I as a person am quite ok, actually in real life, once I am faced with a major scene/spectacle/occasion, I become super cowardly. Fortunately, the alcohol that day achieved its purpose, allowing me to be totally fearless even in front of the super handsome guy that Teacher Hu was, and let loose and act.

Following that was a period of endless waiting, I really felt that I waited for an extremely long time. I waited till the point where I began to beg the koi on weibo (NOTE: a common phenomenon on weibo where netizens often reblog a picture of a koi for good luck). Then one morning, I finally received a Wechat message from my manager saying that they had decided on me. I hugged my phone and shrieked while lying on my bed for about three minutes, itching to go downstairs and set off some fireworks.

Later on Teacher Hu told me that actually at the last juncture of finalising who to act as Chen Xiaoxi, his own opinion did have a little bit of impact, and he hoped that I in the future would not forget who had dug the well when I drink water (NOTE: meaning to not forget your benefactor). These words have caused me to feel chills down my back whenever I drink water now.

After entering set without a hitch, I met Teacher Hu, Zi Wei, Sun Ning, Old Gao one after another.

Teacher Hu and I are both people who are slow to warm up to others. To let both of us become familiar with each other quickly, everyone forcefully made us do everything together. Every time Zi Wei, Sun Ning and Old Gao gathered together and chatted with each other passionately, Teacher Hu and I would stand by the side, being so awkward and at a complete loss of what to do, staring into space separately. Later on, I forgot how Teacher Hu and I became close to each other… It probably started when we had a meme/emoticon picture war…. After that we slowly became friends who could share snacks together, and when we became even more familiar with each other we started despising each other (NOTE: this is in jest, hahaha), and we fought with each other everyday.

Zi Wei is a very enthusiastic girl. Just after we added each other on Wechat, she sent me a message: “Chen Xiaoxi! I am your big brother!” Once I saw this style, I felt like it was really compatible with me, and I immediately replied her with a emoticon/meme picture saying “Let’s sleep together when we are free”. I don’t know if she really took it seriously, but sure enough after that she repeatedly invited me to go to her room and sleep together with her…

As for Sun Ning, Sun Ning immediately upon meeting me started to be courteous with me, saying, “Aiya, you’re really adorable.” I also was courteous with him, saying, “Thank you, thank you.” Later on, our conversations often went like this – “You’re really adorable.” “Bah! Who are you saying is adorable? You are the one who is adorable?” “Hey, who are you scolding that they are adorable?” “You are adorable, you’re the most adorable person in the world”… This repeated itself endlessly.

As for Old Gao, I initially really thought that he was really cold, and that he probably didn’t like to hang out with girls. So sometimes I was pretty afraid of acting together with him. Later on we were filming a scene, I was crying really wretchedly and my mucus got onto his clothes. He said, “Chen Xiaoxi, why are you so disgusting?”, then the two of us got into a fight, and after that we were close.

I’m really thankful for all the people I met on the ALSB set. Even though the entire production crew, from the director to the costume people, makeup people and props crew, all seemed to despise me, and all liked to deride me, but they genuinely and sincerely took care of me. I love you guys.

*exhales* lastly, I haven’t seen the final product, and I don’t know how I’ve portrayed my role, so now I’m also really panicky in my heart. Just after we finished filming, the few of us said that if the finalised drama airs and we don’t dare to watch it alone at home, we should arrange to watch it together at an internet café, and we could even roast each other as well. But now everyone has their own matters that they are busy with, and we are all in different cities, so we can’t meet together.

In a true sense, ALSB is Teacher Hu’s and my first time acting in a show. I feel that the producers are really daring to let us act as the main male and female leads. The final presentation may perhaps have areas which people are not too satisfied with, I can only… plead with everyone to pardon me/us more.

Bowing.

hu yi tian’s weibo post [written on the 12th of December 2017, two days after ALSB finished its run]:

(Original link: https://www.weibo.com/3228634923/FyR2kg4qt?type=comment#_rnd1512809496922)

(screenshot of first episode’s title: “Dear Jiang Chen”)

To all audience who like ALSB:

“Hello, I am the actor who portrayed Jiang Chen, Hu Yi Tian.” This period of time, it seems like this is how I am always introducing myself to everyone, sometimes I even will begin to blur the boundary lines between myself and Jiang Chen. In many of the interviews, I am often asked this question – “Do you think you and Jiang Chen are similar?” My answer is also always very certain. How he is very reserved with regards to his emotions, and the many times his words do not actually reflect what he feels, these are the biggest similarities between me and him. Therefore, during the airing period of ALSB, while on one hand, I was really happy about the love that everyone had for ALSB, and the love everyone had for me, on the other hand, I was really nervous in my heart, and I was also feeling overwhelmed from the favour everyone showed me. Just like Jiang Chen in the drama, facing all the “Chen Xiaoxis”, I felt an unprecedented nervousness. Did my present self really deserve this love everyone was showing me, could I properly respond to this love from everyone?

Because actually, as opposed to Jiang Chen’s perfection, I personally am very ordinary. I have an ordinary family background, an ordinary family environment, an ordinary growth trajectory, I spent twenty plus years just being this ordinary. But the airing of ALSB allowed me to have the fortune to come into everyone’s presence, and come into the Mahjongs’ (NOTE: the term for Hu Yi Tian’s fans) presence. This one month plus, I got to know you guys and got to have you guys, your affection and your support also made me become not “ordinary” anymore. Even though I’ve already said words of gratitude many times, but I still want to say, really, thank you so much.

At the same time, I also want to thank my team for handing Jiangchen over to me. For close to two years, we have worked hard together, and came this far today, and we will still walk the roads that come after this together. It is inevitable that the start of a novice’s journey will be chaotic and full of turmoil. I also hope that everyone would give us some more time, believe in me, and also believe that my team will all become even better.

ALSB has reached its finale, even though I don’t want to say goodbye, I still have to say goodbye. However I believe that we will see each other again very soon. In order to match up to this love that you guys have given me, I will work even harder, and improve myself as quickly as possible, to let you guys see an even less “ordinary” me on a bigger screen, then after that, to continue accompanying you day after day. (NOTE: Hu Yi Tian’s name - i.e. Yi Tian, literally means “one day” in Chinese)

[reekierevelator]

The Art of Success - Chapter 1

Peter Moffat stood near the window in his tiny flat in the small village of Santaperugla near Siena. The shutters with their flaking blue paint were thrown open and the sun poured in, warming him and sparkling on the motes of dust that hovered in the air before settling on all the room’s surfaces. The last decade of the twentieth century is underway Peter thought, feeling he could easily be living in the first. On a scruffy bare wooden shelf the old radio, his only real connection with the world at large, crackled and spluttered as usual.

For some months now the BBC World Service had been talking excitedly about either Nelson Mandela’s release from prison or the demolition of the Berlin Wall.  A small news bulletin item mentioned Scotland and Peter pricked up his ears. In his Tuscan isolation his homeland was increasingly more a distant memory than a reality, yet it remained the main reference point for his worldview.  Sometimes he reflected on the strange incongruity of Scotland’s continuing attraction despite the tough life he’d had to endure there.  The radio reported, with simple brevity, that the fairly inconsequential Scottish National Party had elected a new leader, Alex Salmond. It then passed on quickly to a long report about American military forces currently massing in Saudi Arabia, readying themselves for an attack against the Iraqi invaders of Kuwait.

Peter looked out over the rust orange tiles of the village roofs towards the cypress trees beyond. They lined the horizon and pointed to the clear blue sky above.   Farmers’ narrow paths led up to and through the trees. The world seemed a long way away, far away from the Tuscan sunshine.

Despite his impoverished lifestyle he had no trouble raising a smile as he lifted his paintbrush and pointed it at the canvas once more, putting some finishing touches to the painting mounted on his easel.  It was another Tuscan landscape, of course, but they were becoming harder to translate as such now that his style veered increasingly towards abstract expressionism. It pleased Peter that the caramel browns he used to indicated paths and areas of rough ground mirrored the colour of his own skin.

Stepping back to review his work, Peter found himself very pleased with the outcome, satisfied that the execution was the best he could have possibly achieved.  He stretched his brush to the bottom corner, finalising the piece with a small black P overlapped by an M.  But a frown crossed his face as he remembered that, in any case, no matter the quality of the work, in terms of material value the piece would be worth no more to him than any of the other paintings he’d dedicated himself to over for the past seven years.

His concentration was suddenly interrupted by a tap on the door.  The hinges creaked as the door opened slightly and Gianna, or Nona Gianna as she preferred to be called, poked her head round.

Nona Gianna was an elderly lady, plump and gnarled, with a wizened face, who lived nearby and still stuck to the black dress and head square that was the peasant uniform. She made her living helping to clean several holiday homes in the village.  When Peter had first begun renting the little flat seven years ago she had more or less come as part of the package.  Although he sometimes struggled to find even the little money needed to pay Gianna he had never had the heart to cancel the contract.

Nona Gianna held her fist to her ear, mimed talking and then pointed down the stairs.  Peter put down his brush and followed her down to the entrance hall where the handset of the ancient telephone was hanging from its cord.  For Peter, receiving a phone call was a rare occurrence.

The caller was an old acquaintance, Josh.  

“Hi Peter.  Hope it’s all working out for you over there. Ralph gave me your number and asked me to call you; thought the news would come better from a fellow struggling artist.”

The memories came flooding back.  Joshua was a black American. He’d come to live in Peter’s home town of Edinburgh in the months before Peter had left for Italy.  As a genuine black American jazz player, and what’s more one who seemed to be able to charm the birds from the trees, Josh had attracted local attention back then, and Peter had come to almost idolise him.

As a brown-skinned child who had grown up in an almost derelict tenement in Leith,  Peter hadn’t had too many role models.  He’d been brought up by his mother and had never met his father. All he knew of him was that he’d been a sailor on a Liberian registered cargo boat.

After surviving the racist taunts of his schooldays Peter had emerged into a series of humdrum jobs – hospital porter, building site labourer, restaurant waiter. He had already hit his thirties, and was working as a barman in a nightclub, when Josh first appeared.  

It wasn’t that Josh was wealthy or even particularly successful. He clearly didn’t make much more money from his occasional club gigs than Peter did from serving behind the bar.  But it wasn’t uncommon to find him with a girl on each arm anyway.  Peter remembered how he’d wished he could be like that, charming and carefree, even when Josh had insisted the status of a musician wasn’t worth a hill of beans and he was thinking of giving it all up for a steady-paying office job.  

Then Peter had met Ishbel, a lively, happy girl from the Black Isle who’d come to Edinburgh to work in a tourist gift shop on the Royal Mile, and they’d fallen in love.

At the time, coming from an impoverished background, with little education to speak of, and barely making ends meet as a barman in a city centre club, Peter knew he didn’t have much to offer Ishbel.  He tried to impress her by introducing her to Josh, his jazz musician friend.  That had been a fatal mistake.  

Josh whispered sweet nothings in Ishbel’s ear, told her he’d seldom seen anyone so beautiful, proclaimed how much he adored her accent.  He lovingly complimented her on the skimpy tartan dress that the shop encouraged her to wear.  He told her he was working on a new jazz piece that her beauty had inspired.  And it became increasingly obvious that Ishbel was smitten, swept off her feet by this exotic American trumpet player.  

But Josh was insensitive to Peter’s emotions.  The mental anguish it would cause Peter when Josh took Ishbel away from him never seemed to have crossed his mind.  Peter had to accept that that was just the way he was.  Josh couldn’t help himself, didn’t mean anything by it, girls just naturally fell for him.  But long-term relationships had no attraction for Josh and, inevitably, there were always more pretty girls being drawn to him. He seldom felt the need to pass up on an opportunity. Peter tried hard to convince Ishbel that they should stay together, but Josh had so much more confidence and glamour than he could ever muster. Eventually he resigned himself to losing the battle.

And afterwards, when Josh dumped Ishbel, just like others, she felt so foolish and humiliated that she fled back north, back to the safety of her kith and kin, to a world with far fewer temptations.

And when she was gone, Peter was left feeling bereft. That was when he decided it was time he too moved away from Edinburgh.  After Ishbel the town seemed more depressing than ever, full of only sad memories.  

Peter’s only distraction was his drawing.  Since childhood he’d taken comfort in simple pencils, crayons, and paper as a means of escape from the harsh realities of life into created worlds of make-believe formed in primary colours.  And people who saw his drawings always reckoned he was very good at it – the only thing people had ever said he was good at.  

It was early in the evening of his last day behind the bar that a small woman came down the stairs with some trepidation and found herself in the club’s darkness. She was older than the nightclub’s usual clientele. She had brown frizzy hair and a large functional black handbag, not much smaller than a shopping bag, slung over her shoulder.  A night out on the tiles clearly wasn’t her intention.

Seeing the colour of Peter’s skin she asked if he was Josh.  Peter put her right but talked to her about Josh and his jazz.  Then she asked Peter a little about his own life.  She said she understood how tough it must be for him to make a living.  In fact that was why she’d come to find Josh. She said she had inherited some money and was planning to offer him some support, something to enable him to stick with the jazz business and allowing him time to develop his playing skills. She said she thought that if Josh worked at his music he might eventually become very successful.  

Peter had joked that he could do with some of that kind of support himself, but unfortunately all he was good at was drawing.  When she inquired politely about his drawings, Peter showed her a few he kept behind the bar, things he’d done on his breaks and on his days off.  She praised the vitality of the drawings he’d made of musicians, but she much preferred the landscapes he’d made. She saw something original in the way he portrayed the Braid Hills, Pentland Hills, and Holyrood Park. She saw something that should be nurtured.

“If you’re determined to leave Edinburgh then why not go to Italy?” she said, without making the suggestion sound in the least bit ridiculous.  “In the countryside the living is cheap and the landscapes will inspire you.  Try painting with oils.  I think you’ve got a real talent for it.  I’d be prepared to help you out, and you could pay me back with your paintings.”

And just like that, completely out of the blue, Peter found the little one-woman charity foundation had changed his life dramatically. Initially stunned by the outrageousness of the idea he had gradually come to see the sense and logic in such a complete change of scene.  Drawing was all he had going for him so he ought to take the chance and make the most of it.  And Italy was a much more exciting option than the move to Glasgow he’d been contemplating.  

And Georgy was as good as her word. She kept faith with him, providing money for him to live on while he lived in relative Italian isolation learning to paint. And she accepted the crude paintings he produced in fair exchange.

“Yeah, I been back living in Edinburgh for a while now,” Josh was saying, calling Peter back from his reverie.

“Why phone now? What’s happened Josh?”

“It’s bad news Peter. I got to tell you Georgina Simpson passed.”

“Passed what?”

“Died Peter.  Sudden, I know.”

“Where? What happened?”

“Just keeled over at her desk, still hard at work in that tiny flat of hers in Causewayside.  Really sad. She helped keep a lot of us strugglers afloat; patron of the arts I suppose you’d call her.”

“Patron saint as far as I’m concerned – I’ve been totally dependent on her for years.”

“Yeah, well, like I say, she bought the farm.”

Peter sighed heavily. “When’s the funeral?”

“I didn’t think you’d be able to make it Peter.  Long way from Italy.”

“I’ll look out a black tie.”

“No need buddy.  It’s to be a celebration of her life, avoiding all the misery of the usual mourning session. Bright clothes are going to be the order of the day.”

“Exactly which day will that be?”

“It’s set for thirtieth July, four o’clock, Mortonhall Crematorium. Just a couple of days from now.”

But Georgina had given him a new lease of life and Peter knew the least he owed her was attendance at her funeral.

The next day, he emptied his bank account, all money he’d received from Georgina Simpson in the first place, and borrowed a little extra from a friendly local farmer. Then he made a long-distance call from the village post office to the Edinburgh visitor centre and arranged a booking for a room in a small hotel. When they phoned back he noted the details on a scrap of paper.  Back home he packed what decent clothes he had and caught the bus to Rome that afternoon. By late evening, for the first time in seven years, he was on a flight back to his home town.

[lombax-lombardi]

About Dissidia NT’s Character Roster

So far we have a viable hand of representatives for each part of the franchise, a majority of the main characters who represent their game.

But first some background.

A lot of people did argue once upon a time that Vaan should not have been the ‘Cosmos representative’ for FF12 it should have been Asche or Balthier. However you need to take into consideration a characters popularity in Japan compared to the West which is why Vaan was put into Duodecim in the first place because he is a very popular character in Japan but over here a lot of people don’t like him compared to Asche, because of his personality or what have you, however he melds into the Duodecim character roster very well.

Next we have Prishe, whom I adore with my whole being, many people were upset about her inclusion in Duodecim as well, but the one thing that changed their opinion of her is when they saw her playstyle. She is literally as strong as Jecht if given the right combos and her personality is freaking fantastic.

A majority of the Duodecim cast was complained about, notably Final Fantasy’s 10, 7, 4 and 8 were each given a new character to represent their franchise while a majority of the others only had the two, a Cosmos Warrior and a Chaos Warrior (and then Gilgamesh showed up and everyone who has played 5 or seen Gilgy in his many appearances REJOICED) and it left a lot of people sour, but one of the members of the Duodecim roster was supposed to be in Kingdom Hearts Birth By Sleep and that was Laguna, he was meant to run the Mirage Arena but, from what I remember, the development team for BBS decided that a tiny cameo like that wouldn’t go well for his character so they passed him off to the Duodecim development team and that is why he is in Duodecim in the first place and a lot of people complained about his inclusion cause HE HAS A GUN! That’s his shtick guys.

Next, Aerith. She was a DLC assist character and nothing more so, give FF7 another character to represent their game even more, even though her character slot could have gone to someone else. Then again we wouldn’t have Sephiroth’s AI goes fucking bat shit crazy when you have Aerith as your assist character cause HE ALWAYS GOES FOR HER WHEN SHE IS OUT!

Now for Dissidia NT.

They said, over a year ago, they were aiming for about 50 characters however the game is coming out in December and we have about almost 20 characters, or something to that amount, right now. However we don’t have enough VILLAINS on the roster yet we only have villains from FF1, FF2, FF5, FF6, FF7, FF9 and no one else as of yet. We need more villains to give the roster more variety cause we HAVE SO MANY HEROES ALREADY!

But let’s hope they finalise some villains before the games release

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