#more related art coming soon perhaps

[strangengl]

catching up on wild life… thinking about my fav duo……

ignore how late i am to this party I LIKE IT HERE I PROMISE

[sophie-looks-at-stuff]

Hi love! I hope you are doing well ☺️

If possible could I request a Aemond X reader? Maybe something where he takes notice of a hobby reader likes and surprises them with something related to it?

Piece de Resistance

Pairing: Aemond x Wife Reader

Summary: Aemond stumbles upon your love for the arts, painting, drawing, sketching, and the like. <3

Warnings: none I don't think, Aemond being a cute and supportive husband. a good moment of domesticity :)

AN: Hello! I absolutely love this request! I hope I did it justice haha. Thank you so much for submitting it! The picture is from Pinterest! It's St Augustine by Philippe de Champaigne.

It wasn’t often you got a moment to yourself nowadays. With your husband acting as Prince Regent in his brother’s absence, you and he both were kept rather busy. Him with the Small Council and issues of the realm, you with the petty social gossipings and happenings of the Court. So rare moments of peace and quiet like this were highly coveted.

Your marital chambers echoed with emptiness as you entered and looked around. The curtains you had chosen fluttered in the breeze. Aemond had not wanted them, but ultimately he conceded, never being able to say no to you. 

He must be in a Small Council meeting, you thought. Or perhaps training with Ser Criston, letting off some steam. Your husband seemed to have an ever-constant knot of stress in his shoulders and neck. You’d tried to massage it out many a time, but it never seemed to budge, or it ended in a much different sort of activity –

Under your armoire, lay a dusty, maroon-red box. You bent down, moving to pull it out of its little hiding spot. You had snuck it under there after you had moved into Aemond’s chambers. The day after your wedding. Aemond had insisted that you move to his quarters as soon as possible. He didn’t like being separated from you more than necessary. If he could, he would have you seated on his lap in Small Council meetings or even when he sat on the Iron Throne. But alas, that was a touch too far, and people would talk. As they always do –

Your husband was kind and dotting, if not overprotective and possessive of you. You had known one another since you were children. Your house and family coming to visit the Court, your mother and the dowager Queen had been friends since their youth. They had hoped that you and Aemond would get along well, and you did, famously so. When he had lost his eye, you had come to the Red Keep, to offer him comfort and company. You had never left after that. 

Your fingertips graze over the top of the box, as you rest it on top of your bed sheets. Leaving an empty trail in their wake. The lock lay rusted and golden on the front, pulling a small key from the pocket of your skirt, you unlock it. A small, soft resounding click bounced off the walls. As you gingerly opened the lid, the stale smell of linseed oil filled your nostrils. Small metal tubes of colorful paint lay untouched in the box. Clean bristles and dirty brush handles scattered about, small rolls of blank canvas. All of which lay, unmoved, unbothered, from the last time you had used them. 

When you were little, you had complained to your mother once about the bore of your lessons. For your tenth name day, she had brought in a painter from Highgarden to tutor you. He had taught you how to mix colors and paint the prettiest flowers. As you grew older, he taught you more complicated things, like ladies in bushy skirts, and golden dragons in the sky. An odd prophecy of your future.

Taking some basic colors, red, blue, yellow, and white, some brushes, and a small roll of canvas, you set up shop at your dressing table. For the time being, altering it into a makeshift desk. Deciding to paint what you knew best, you began to sketch out a dragon among roses, with some charcoal that you had borrowed from Aemond.

He wouldn’t miss it, you thought. He had a small goblet full of charcoal and quills, hiding amongst the piles of books and scrolls on the table. Which he used to plot his war games, or occasionally take dinner with you. When you both grew tired of his family and their bickering. 

The dragon began to take form on the canvas, it looked slightly like Vhagar, large, old, and wrinkly. Her age showing in her face and eyes. Around her, you drew roses, peonies, daffodils, lavender, a great colorful bouquet. Once you had begun mixing the paints, on a makeshift pallet made of spare parchment paper. The other sounds of the world seemed to fade away, the monotony of the act being therapeutic. A much-desired mindless activity in the middle of the war you all found yourself in. You would never voice this to anyone, but it was silly to you. The hubris and hypocrisy of your husband's family was vast and great, and deadly at the worst. The blood of the dragon ran thick and hot, volatile and dangerous. 

You had become so absorbed in your work that you hadn’t heard the door open, the faint call of your name. Lost on the wind perhaps. Aemond stood, leaning a shoulder against the door frame, a small smile playing at his lips, watching you, intently. He knew and had seen you become absorbed like this in a book or some piece of writing, but he had never seen you do this before. Paint.

The colorful oils stain your fingertips and wedge themselves beneath your nails. The same stale smell of the linseed oil met his nostrils.

 An odd sort of smell, he thought. He crept a bit closer, as close as possible not yet wanting you to know he was there. He silently rested his sword on the bed, the sheets muffling any noise it may have made. You were humming softly to yourself. An old hymn your mother used to sing to you. 

As he crept closer, Aemond could make out the picture you were working on. The colors came to life before his eyes, the eyes of his dragon staring back at him. 

“Gevie (beautiful)” He muttered, under his breath.

Startled, you jumped a bit, smudging one of the petals on the peony you were working on. “Shit” you breathed out.

“Aemond, Husband, I had not heard you come in!” You stand, turning to face him, stepping in front of your work as if to hide it.

Aemond chuckled a bit, noticing the pink tinge to your cheeks, embarrassed at being caught. He lifted an eyebrow, and gestured to the painting behind you, 

“May I see it?” He asked, his gaze meeting your own. After a slight pause, you stepped aside. Aemond walked past you, placing a loving hand on your waist, holding you to him slightly. Aemond has developed a habit of always having a hand on you, as if scared you were going to be snatched away, stolen from him. 

Again, he muttered a “Gevie” under his breath. He turned to look at you, your face twisted in anticipation of what he may think. You had hidden the hobby from him not out of malice, but rather out of embarrassment. Other ladies and some lords of the court had mentioned that painting was a poor man's job and that someone of “noble blood” needn’t concern themselves with such silly things. You had been worried that he would have agreed with them, not liking it. 

“I didn’t know you painted. This is lovely,” The hand on your waist moved to tuck a stray tendril of hair behind your ear, it had fallen loose from your braids. 

“I was afraid you would disapprove –” 

“Why on earth would I disapprove my love? This is beautiful, you have a talent”. Your cheeks turned impossibly more pink at his praise and approval. 

“Actually, I would like it very much if you were to paint something on my sword. Vhagar perhaps –” He trailed off thinking, “Or maybe the seas or those flowers are quite lovely too–” You had placed a finger over his lips, laughing. Aemond stopped talking, kissing the digit instead. 

“Yes husband, I would love nothing more,” Your smile matched Aemond’s from before. 

“I would like to show it off–” He murmured against your finger, kissing it again. You moved your hand to his cheek, cupping it lovingly. This small moment of domestic bliss was needed, for the both of you. 

“Well then, go and fetch it, and I shall get to work,” With the excitement of a little boy, your husband retrieved his sword from the bed, unsheathing it, placing it on the desk in front of you. The previous painting moved to the windowsill, to dry. Aemond pulled up a chair, sitting beside you. 

He rested his elbow on the corner of the table, chin in palm. The only free spot on the table, not littered with paints and brushes. You began to work, and he watched you, with nothing but love and admiration in his eye. He could sit here, happily, forever, watching you work, with the setting sun twinkling on the ocean water outside of the windows. Your delicate hands painted the hard metal of his sword. He would let you paint the whole damn keep if it made you happy. And now, with the conqueror's crown resting upon his brow, maybe he would –

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[hana-no-seiiki]

I saw that you need ideas, so how about a yandere from the Neons? I mean, I would like to see more content from them since they represent the elements in Honkai star rail, by the way, sorry if you don't understand, my English is bad... I leave you a little drawing of a masculine makima (it has nothing to do with it, but as a gift ) xd Also, I don't know if I'm the only one, but Nanook makes me handsome >///<

(Sorry, I had already finished it but the work was stained hahaha and I did it again)

Yus the Aeons are so cool looking!! You really feel like they’re actual gods of the universe, especially since you don’t see them first hand (at least for now). Also Masculine Makima reminds me of Karma Akabane lol. I’ll draw it in my style, and add it here as an extra for you ♥️

Hb we mash those two topics up together actually?

warnings: mild yandere themes. mild spoilers for csm. major canon divergence. reader takes the shape of a masc/amab character but it isnt their original form.

status: unedited. updated art.

YANDERE! AEONS + VARIOUS! HSR x AEON OF FEAR/CONTROL! READER

You have no memory of your conception, only that you started existing for what felt like an eternity.

You represented fear and despair, but unlike IX whose mere presence drove humanity into insanity, or the rest of your fellow aeon’s godlike status amongst the world,

you walked around as a normal, ordinary human being.

As normal as an Aeon can get anyways.

In your current lifetime, you took the shape of Himeko’s “brother”, planting fake memories into her mind and being the one that urged her to travel the stars. While she was the navigator, you took the role of conductor before creating Pompom to supplant you.

Welt always knew you weren’t just a regular person. Your eyes always felt distant, so far off that not even a century’s worth of trail blazing would allow him to come close. As such he mostly kept cordial relations with you.

The youngsters of the bunch on the other hand, never seemed to realize the sheer magnanimity of the danger you held and always hung around you.

Particularly that Caelus. The newest addition to the crew. The stellaron within him always pulsed in some sort of giddiness and excitement whenever you were around. The boy couldn’t help but be a nervous wreck when he was around you. Stuttering and stumbling was a common occurrence whenever you so decide as to just breathe at his direction.

You knew what those Stellarons are, their nature, their purpose, the way they were created. In fact if you wanted to, you could have taken the Astral Express straight to the source of it all, your partner: Nanook.

However that would have ruined the fun of it all. So you chose to let them have their little adventures before the final confrontation.

Also because you signed a contract to not meddle with Nanook’s business in exchange for your freedom. But that was another story to tell.

“Why . . . why do you continue this farce? This utterly worthless play?”

IX’s voice rang within your ears and no one else’s. You were the only being it ever gave the time of day to. You imagine it to be the reason why insanity slowly built itself within the recesses of your head.

“You may see the entire universe as worthless . . . but I,” You breath hitched. You looked around your room. Time was frozen. Everything turned grey. You weren’t afraid of the others in the express hearing you, just that the following words you were about to spout out felt like bile on your mouth. “I suppose I’m still a bit like them in a way. I wish to see the world without its evils.”

“And destroying them. That is my first step.” You summon an orb of golden light. Stellarons. The creation of the very thing that made you loath all evil. Including yourself. You will eradicate these and then Nanook yourself. One day.

“Is that why you send those hunters out?”

“Perhaps.” The orb within your hands get covered in chains, quickly getting crushed within the metal like substance as it soon disappeared.

“Do as you wish. Just do not bother me like that imbecile.”

“I promise. I will be much worse than Yaoshi.”

IX remained silent for several seconds, no doubt regretting its decision of associating with you before adding, “. . . And do not die.”

“That one I cannot guarantee.”

Your room’s color returns, time continues. Signaling the end of two Aeons’ encounter.

Nanook, the Aeon that threatened to eradicate all that you love. All so they could have your soul once more. Within your gilded cage. Within your original body that lied dormant.

The Destruction will no longer be a path. That is a guarantee you write upon the stars when your Trail Blazing lifetime eventually comes to a close.

The stage is set, your actors ready.

All you needed was the cue.

Your gloved hand arose, pointing towards the express’s windows in the shape of a gun.

“Bang.”

[northopalshore]

Jungkook's Midheaven Persona Chart

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I'm going to do a brief rundown on his career life as an example attachment to my MC persona chart masterlist. Mostly pertaining to his career going forward.

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ஓ๑Cancer rising (22°capricorn)

He is seen as someone innocent & genuine. People are likely to get attached to him very easily, seeing him as a beacon of comfort. Although, underneath that they see him as a very goal/career driven man. Also, this means his marriage life will also be quite prominent in his career. He may work with his wife somewhere down the line in his career. (Cancer & Capricorn)

ஓ๑Briede (28° cancer) , Groom (26° taurus) in the 7th house

You can expect him to work with his spouse eventually, I can't say for sure that she'll be singing as well just yet. However, people will acknowledge them as partners regardless of where they go or even if they are alone. His wife will gain a lot of attention or traction through him. At first, people will think of her as "Jungkook's spouse" but later, it will develop into a duo type of thing. They'll be branded; you can't have one without the other.

It's sort of like Beyoncé & Jay-Z, but their relationship feels more like MJ & Lisa Marie Presley (their shock factor). You'll never detach their image from one another in the future.

ஓ๑Eros (9° sagittarius) in Leo 1st house

He will be heavily sexualised through his career. Already happened from the early stages of his career. Most come from people he doesn't know, or international fans. They are very passionate about him. As long as his youth is with him, it won't stop, though it might also continue throughout him being a father (leo) perhaps until his children become young teens (?).

You won't see his passion, & drive at first glance (since his rising is cancer here) but once he starts working it shows.

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ஓ๑Leo in the 2nd House

Gaining money through creative work, standing out, dealing with people younger than him or even the music/entertainment industry in general. Acting could be a part of his career (whether just through music videos or more in the future).

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ஓ๑Virgo in the 3rd House

His work will involve a lot of planning, and a lot of critical thinking. Plans, events, trips will likely always have a layed out itinerary he must follow/make.

He's not gonna be uploading any last minute song anytime soon lmao.

ஓ๑Juno (12° pisces)

A lot of his current songs, including ones with BTS are love centric, or at least tell of an idealistic type of love. Something far off, though everything here is not written on a whim or inspired by specific people, but rather a vague idea of a perfect partner/soulmate. It's in the past & the future, so you'll likely see more similar concepts going into the future, this time perhaps... Inspired by his wife? Also, you can expect some of his future art to be related to past lives. Spirituality will also be something more prominent in the future. Hoho we'll see.

ஓ๑North Node (19° libra)

He was born to work with partners, whether it'd be a contract with a company, a group of close friends, or even his spouse. You will see that his name is usually going to be paired with someone/something else. He works best with collaborative events. These are what will be impactful both in his life & to others.

ஓ๑Populus (20° scorpio)

He will (have) receive(d) much attention for his voice and his skills, this is what people will often talk about whenever they hear his name, or see his face on billboards or posters while walking by. They'll think he is spectacular in a way that differs from the previous male artists in the industry he's in. Provoking both jealousy and obsessive behaviour from fans/haters.

ஓ๑Lilith (23° aquarius)

It's likely whatever it is he'll be doing going foreward will be very different from what people are used to seeing from him. Perhaps you'll see him handling darker ideas or concept. Could also be related to social events/issues. I'd say similar to Michael Jackson (in which he'd advocate a lot of the issues & mistreatment of the world through some of his songs) but in a different way compared to MJ. Especially since it's conjuncting populus. It's likely to draw up a lot of talk and controversy, where people will say "this isn't him", but do they really know him?

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ஓ๑Libra 4th house (9° sagittarius)

People he works with will likely tell you how great he is to work for, he's very kind and open minded, and perhaps a little bit of a comedian. Most of the people he'll work with will be from overseas or perhaps from different walks of life especially going foreward from here.

ஓ๑Sun (27° gemini) in Libra

He will be remembered as a lover, particularly someone's lover. People with this placement usually gain a lot of attention (& at times notoriety) for their relationship or love life. Elizabeth Taylor also has this placement, which well. Is not surprising. In his case however, he won't be known for his multiple marriages but rather just his marriage or life with his partner going into the future. Please remember that his career doesn't end in his 20s, & things that haven't manifested will likely show up in the near future.

ஓ๑Mercury (1° aries) in Scorpio

He has a very competitive way of thinking. Always trying to find a way to be the best or come out on top. Still, he isn't thinking about just himself but also the people he works with (Mercury in the 4th house). How do they stand out, without falling apart? That is something he'll likely have in his mind a lot.

ஓ๑Chiron (6°virgo) in Scorpio

The earliest stages of his career was filled with a lot of trails & errors as well as instability and chaos. A lot of the times they've found themselves at the verge of disbanding, or discontinuing their career. A lot of what BTS has gone through may have been unbearable for the average person. Even for people in their industry.

ஓ๑Sun squaring Uranus(4° cancer), Neptune (27° gemini) & Groom (26° Taurus) in the 7th house

Elizabeth Taylor's Sun also squares uranus but her's is in the 1st house which means it's more personal. Since Jungkook's Uranus & Neptune are conjuncting in the 7th house (aquarius), people are always going to assume the worst when it comes to him & his spouse. Often times however, the things said will not reflect their situation or relationships at all. The relationship isn't the problem. It's the people that talk & gossip about it.

ஓ๑Sun trine Moon (26° Taurus) in Gemini 12th house

It's likely that they will be very private with what happens within the relationship. Just to protect their union. Also, the public's perception is not going to shake them. They will remain as they are without the need to satisfy the demands of the public, keeping their personal lives to themselves.

In the context of him himself, it's likely he feels a little detached from the image that he's given, keeping his thoughts to himself most of the time. Still, he will communicate what he feels when he feels comfortable (at home). His mind is extremely active, albeit kept hidden. Since his mercury also trines moon in the 12th house.

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ஓ๑5th house stellium

It's no surprise to see this especially since he's an artist. His career is focused on creativity, art & just passion in general. His career mostly appeals to the younger generation. He'll be very fortunate when pursuing any artistic endeavour as everyone will see his talent through his face & body language. Although fun, it's not something he treats as a game.

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ஓ๑Starr (5° leo) in Capricorn 6th house

Working as a performer, gaining a lot of attention for his hard work & professionalism.

ஓ๑Boda (6° virgo) in Capricorn 6th house

This man will literally be married to his job lol. His marriage will be tied to his career in one way or another in the future.

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ஓ๑Neptune (27° gemini) , Uranus(4° cancer), & Jupiter( 12° pisces) in the 7th house

He's known for being a part of a group, under the same company (BTS). He feels very connected to them and although not related, feels like his own family (uranus 4°). This is also how people perceive BTS, a family that brings people together.

ஓ๑Groom (26° Taurus) in Capricorn 7th house

Going into the future, he'll likely be seen working or incorporating his spouse with his career as well. He likely also will brand himself as a husband at some point. Prefering to be called "My wife's husband." Lol. I can't really picture any other comparison besides Beyoncé & Jay-Z. That's the best way I can describe it.

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ஓ๑Union (19° libra) in Aquarius 8th house

The moment his relationship is revealed, it will be shocking to everyone who's ever heard of him. They will never expect him to end up with the person that he married. Their relationship will be heavily criticised and obsessed over. Still, once they see them working together, it will make sense. Their relationship will likely change the direction his career will go from there. Still, it's not like she's gonna be some random bum on the internet. I'm looking at you wannabes ;p, do you really think that fine ass would be with chu?

(You ain't no diva ♬)

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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!IMPORTANT NOTICE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Before I end this post I'd like to say that they both should be left alone. Nothing irritates me more than those immitators on YouTube & Tumblr asking indirectly if they are the one. Well, I'll give you the only accurate answer you will ever get.

It's not you. Do you really think his spouse will be that shallow & manipulative? And sorry, stupid??

You are the problem in their relationship. You are the one that will give them nothing but HATE when their relationship is out.

Do you think Jungkook is dense or something? Why the fuck would he have anything to do with people like you? He'd sprint a million miles AWAY from their direction. His future spouse is not the one reading this, & that's a fact.

Don't you have a life to live? They (both JK & his spouse) are NOT you. This post is here just to clear up some misconceptions I've read about him on YouTube in the past. Sometimes I get asks that rub me the wrong way (JK related: but they act like it's not).

To all my wonderful followers who don't give a damn about it, God bless you there are still people with common sense on this earth. Interest & obsession are two different things. One is commendable, the other is delusional. Take a fucking hike.

Also, don't claw at creators on Tumblr or anywhere for that matter for information about her, or them together. Those videos & posts started for a reason that most will debate over. To me, I know it serves a purpose. It's just that it attracted a lot of unwanted attention as well.

Those with good intentions will NOT say what you WANT to hear while those with... Less pure intentions will only seek to entertain for their own benefits. I urge you to think wisely about who exactly you're getting your 'information' from. I'm looking at you YouTube. Side eye. Side eye

Tarot is NOT GOSPEL. False answers can be given by anyone, as the information can be manipulated or read with bias. Do you really think their guides/ the universe will tell just anyone someone else's business? Especially if said person has no involvement whatsoever in their relationship? The same people who advertise their channel purely to gain something out of this? If it's protected, it's protected. You'll get differing, inconsistent, ugly answers if you keep pushing.

Let nature run it's course. In the end, there will always be parts that are out of your control no matter how much you think you know.

Do not attach yourself to one thing & make it your whole point of existence. You were given a wonderful opportunity to experience life with its variety. So don't let yourselves die here.

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................. Sorry for the rant TT. I had to get this out of my chest.

In regards to Jungkook's future or information about "Mrs. Jeon", I'll answer/ start posting about it only when the relationship has been confirmed to clean up the mess people might write TT. I'll address those things you might've heard on YouTube as well. I have a lot of things I want to share, but it's best to wait it out.

Thank you for reading!

@northopalshore

@northopalshore mc persona chart 2024.

[artificial-transmutations]

Anger Issues

When Owen first came to this new city, in this new and foreign country, he was full of hope. A fresh start in an unfamiliar land. It was an adventure! The world was his oyster, and the possibilities were endless! He had just finished university and had a degree in art history, which should make it easy for him to find work.

As it turns out, that was a lie.

For three long, grueling months, Owen tried everything to make a living in the big city. The truth was that his degree often wasn't recognized, and even when it was, he wasn't considered qualified to do the job, often without any obvious reason. The financial reserves he had were draining quickly and his hopes of finding good and fulfilling work in the new city were getting smaller and smaller every day.

"You need experience to get a job, and you can't get a job without experience". Owen never realized how true this saying was until he had stumbled into that very situation. Desperate to get out of it, he finally found an unpaid internship in a museum for ancient art. It was a really interesting field for Owen, but it turned out his tasks were mundane and not related to the exhibits at all. Instead, he was confined to a small office room to scan and sort invoices - a tedious job and hardly what Owen had studied for.

So, one day, in his break, when he went through the exhibition as usual, a wooden figure caught his eye that was apparently brought here this morning. It depicted the torso of a man, showing a sculpted chest. The figure was cut off below the upper arms and above the legs. The face of the man was symmetrical and angelic, although frowning. Above the hair, it showed either a thick halo or some kind of hat.

Owen was inexplicably drawn towards the figure. It was well-preserved and Owen couldn't quite assign it a region or time period. Looking at the sign, Owen realized it had no information about this either. Clearly a curiosity!

Driven by his own desire for knowledge, Owen stepped closer, hoping to get a more detailed look. It was as if a faint whisper was coming from the grim statue, but that must have been his imagination. He reached out with his hand to touch the wooden surface, only to hesitate again. It was, of course, forbidden to touch the exhibits, but perhaps feeling the structure of the wood would help him understand the piece more.

As soon as he touched the surface, the whispers grew louder all of a sudden, and his fingers felt a slight jolt - but both sensations stopped immediately again.

Someone behind him was clearing his throat.

"Ahem. Owen. Do I need to remind you not to touch the exhibit?", Mr. Hastings, the director of the museum, said, looking sternly at Owen.

"Oh, no, Sir, I just thought... it might give me some better understanding..."

"Rules are rules." Mr. Hastings said, but he was smiling again.

Owen however felt a most unusual feeling bubbling up in him. At first, he didn't quite know where to put it, but it soon became very clear to him. He was angry! The rational part of his mind tried to understand why - there was no real reason. Mr. Hastings was right of course and judging by his smile, Owen really didn't have a problem. Regardless, he felt as if he had just been insulted the worst possible way. Before he could stop himself, he burst out:

"Do you know where you can put your precious rules? Fuck them! Fuck you! Fuck this whole place! You don't want me to do real work here?! Fine! I quit!"

Head steaming, Owen removed his museum badge from his jacket and threw it to the ground with such force that the plastic shattered. With another loud "Fuck you!", he ran off, leaving the befuddled Mr. Hastings behind, as well as the museum.

Only after he had walked a few blocks, Owens anger subsided somewhat. What has he been thinking? He should turn around and apologize at once!

Then again, it was an unpaid internship. Even though the way to quit this job hasn't been too professional, what was done was done - and perhaps for the better, too. He could focus on finding a better job now. There surely had to be something.

There wasn't. Owen had no better luck then before, but inexplicably, his tolerance for frustration had diminished. After the third denied application, Owen had become so angry that he actually punched a hole into the thin walls of his apartment. Alongside the anger, there had been some changes to Owen's body, as well: He seemed overall fitter and filled out his clothes better. He also found his libido increased somewhat. Where before he had jerked off perhaps once a week, he found himself hard now more and more often, and his hand was drawn to his cock even more.

Jerking off helped to cool the red hot anger somewhat that he found himself quite often in, so it was quickly becoming a daily thing. However, being constantly torn between being angry and being horny didn't leave much space for patience. His money was running dry, too, so, Owen finally accepted a job in a field that was far below his academic standards: He started a job as a fast-food cashier.

The red "FST" uniform, as the fast food chain was called, was tight on Owen's chest, when he started his first work day. They had probably given him a smaller size, even though they said it was XL. Owen was already feeling angry about that obvious mistake, but he swallowed his anger and let himself be introduced to the cash register.

The system was overwhelmingly complex. It had like a hundred different buttons, and Owen quickly felt his head swimming. It shouldn't be so hard to understand a fast food cash register, but apparently, this one was extra complex. Just his luck!

At some point, he just nodded as the manager showed him the functions of the device. The introduction wasn't very long, only ten minutes, but Owen didn't understand a thing. You really needed a degree for that monstrosity! Still, he was expected to serve his first customer right away, pure insanity.

The first order was easy enough, a plain hamburger and a coke, and after searching the right buttons for a good two minutes, Owen managed to put in the order. However, the second customer wanted a milkshake, too, and that was the final straw. They really couldn't expect Owen to juggle such complex orders in his mind AND put them into the machine. Angrily, he shouted out in frustration and let his fist come down on the cash register with full force, again and again. Of course, the thin metal and plastic yielded to his rage and the machine broke.

"FUCK THIS FUCKING JOB!"

This was the breaking point for Owen. Everything had gone wrong since he had moved to this fucking city. No job, no money, no nothing! He tried to wriggle out of the way-too-small uniform top but ended up ripping it apart instead.

The manager ran over and pulled him from behind.

"Stop that! Stop that right now!"

"LET ME GO! I QUIT!"

"You're going nowhere! You can't leave after what you've done!"

With an angry roar, the now half-naked Owen shoved the manager against the counter with full force and stormed off. He didn't care if the manager wanted to call the police, or sue him, or whatever.

As soon as he arrived at his shabby apartment, Owen took out his laptop and started looking for jobs. He didn't get very far, though. The computer was confusing, and Owen was still feeling angry from his last job. He finally managed to pull up his favorite porn site and started watching videos.

The normal porn he usually consumed didn't do a good job of calming him down today. He needed something rougher, something more primal. The female porn stars were too weak for the sex to be stimulating, he decided.

After clicking through a few more videos, he spied a thumbnail of two guys getting at it roughly. Brilliant. When there were only men involved, the sex would be much better. They wouldn't take shit from the girls, and they'd be strong. Much more satisfying.

Seeing two men having sex brought back his cock to full erection and soon enough, Owen splattered his cum all over his muscular torso.

As the post-nut-clarity set in, Owen realized he had a problem. He needed something to channel all that rage into before it destroyed his life entirely. After some research, he decided to join a Krav Maga club.

The raw brutality of the sport helped Owen to tune off the complicated world around him and made him feel happy for the first time in weeks. He trained often and hard, quickly stacking even more muscles on his already impressive frame. Of course, Owen wasn't clever enough to grasp the techniques of the sport, so he just substituted it by raw strength. A lot of kicks and hits found their way into his face, but he was healing quickly as well. Over the course of a few weeks however, the brutality left its marks in his face. His nose looked crooked as if it had been broken and his jaw looked manly, but not exactly beautiful.

Still, joining the club was the best decision he could have made. He met some new friends, who set him up with a new job as a warehouse worker. Carrying crates and heavy barrels from one place to another was the perfect job for Owen. He didn't need to understand what he was moving, nor did he have to do any paperwork (not that he would have been able to - Owen had his trouble with letters and numbers, which left him pretty much illiterate). He just needed to do what his manager said, and he was happy for it.

Besides the Krav Maga, he found another outlet for his anger issues. Since he couldn't afford his flat anymore, Owen moved in with a couple of garbage workers he met at the warehouse. As it turned out, they, too, were gay and enjoyed it quite a lot when Owen split their cheeks roughly, not holding back one bit.

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secrets untold (teaser) | sunghoon

UPDATE: OUT NOW!

summary: ever since sunghoon graduated university, he’s been working the same bothersome job without any real excitement in his life. but when you move into the apartment next to his, sunghoon’s reality is turned upside down and he finds himself running all over korea with you by his side. as he comes to learn, not everything is as it seems.

notes: so eager to get this one out and i'm not usually one for posting teasers, but i just can't help myself. estimated word count north of 20K. to be published soon! x

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Just once does Sunghoon wish for something exciting in his life. 

Day in and day out, he swipes his keycard to enter the lobby of the high-rise building he calls his workplace and locates his secluded office by the back of the floor. His name sits in gold lettering, the prestigious plaque gifted to him upon his promotion a few years prior. Sunghoon’s morning begins by opening his laptop to note all of the reports he has yet to finish from the day before and checks his email for any lingering questions from clients or his co-workers. Despite his diligence, his peers aren’t and he finds himself picking up the slack more often than not. Being a financial analyst was not on Sunghoon’s bucket list of goals to achieve in his twenties. In fact, Sunghoon would rather do almost anything other than look at numbers all day and tell people what to do with them. 

If he had his way, Sunghoon would have chosen a career path less rigorous and numerical-based. He would’ve tried his hand at photography and studied the fine arts to garner a career in the editorial space, or perhaps he would use his time at university to study the history of coffee before opening his own shop in the busy city of Seoul. But his parents had other plans for him, namely to study law, medicine, or finance, and the latter of the three options seemed less boring to him. 

His years of studying lead him here, at Kim Search Group, crunching numbers that mean absolutely nothing to him. 

The glasses that sit on the bridge of his nose become bothersome after an hour of staring at his laptop. His next meeting is in twenty minutes and he’s less than pleased when he realizes his reports are on the docket. The agenda stares back at him in hard, black letters like they’re taunting him. Sunghoon thinks they mock him with the way the cursor hovers over the parts highlighted for his portion of the presentation. Nonetheless, Sunghoon acquires what he needs and heads to the meeting room. 

Everybody arrives early as usual. His boss concludes the opening remarks and lets his employees take the floor. One by one, Sunghoon’s co-workers stand in the front of the room and report their findings and other related topics from the past month. It all sounds the same to him; every person in this room looks like they could be carbon copies of one another with their suits too expensive and cologne too strong. It makes Sunghoon nauseous. Everybody here lives for everyone else instead for themselves, himself included.

“Good work, Park,” his boss tells him on the way out of the meeting room. “I grow impressed by your work ethic and capabilities everyday.” 

“Thank you, Mr. Kim,” Sunghoon says with a bow.  

“Do you think you can finish the Kang-Yoon reports by tonight? Our clients will be here first thing tomorrow morning to review before they decide on their purchase. I’d love to get them a first draft of their financial report when they come in.” 

With a tight smile, Sunghoon nods. “Sure thing. I’ll email it to you tonight.”

“I knew I could count on you,” Mr. Kim winks. He nudges Sunghoon’s arm like they’re old friends. 

By the time he gets home, it’s nearly nine in the evening. His tie sits loosely around his neck and his suit jacket is thrown haphazardly over his arm with the too-expensive briefcase his father bought him when he had been promoted. Sunghoon can’t help but scoff when he sees the dark brown leather staring back at him. 

Sunghoon lives in a quiet part of town, just on the outskirts of Seoul. His neighbors are either asleep by the time the sun goes down or busy juggling children with muffled laughter echoing in the hallways. Typically, Sunghoon expects to come home and enter his apartment lobby to be greeted by the doorman who wishes him a good night, take the elevator to the third floor, and tidy his living room while trying to undress himself in the meantime. 

Except, you’ve moved into the apartment next to his. 

Now, Sunghoon walks with excitement because he anticipates running into you when he’s on his way up. Sometimes you both arrive at the lobby together. Other times it’s you that he sees unlocking his door when he approaches. It doesn’t matter to him, though. The only good thing about working late on the weekdays is that he gets to run into you when he comes home. 

He quickly learns that you like to keep to yourself. You aren’t a loud person–not like his neighbor who lives on the other side of him–because he barely hears your footsteps and never hears you watching television. The most he’s heard is the scrape of a chair against hardwood floors. 

Above all, Sunghoon thinks you’re cute. You make his heart flutter for no good apparent reason. He’s barely spoken a word to you beyond introducing himself when you first moved in and yet he finds himself pacing his living room, wondering what kind of food you like to eat and what you do on the weekends. 

Sunghoon wishes he could come up with something witty to say to convince you to keep talking to him. But even seeing you in your well-worn clothes and tires expression on a Wednesday night is enough to leave him flustered. 

“Hey,” Sunghoon says awkwardly with a single nod in acknowledgement when he sees you standing in front of your apartment. He watches your hand halt by the knob. You turn your head to look around you and Sunghoon feels the heat creep up his neck. 

“Hi?” you say with an uptick in your voice, pointing at yourself. 

Sunghoon nods. “Hey.” 

“You already said that.” 

“Right.” He clears his throat. “I’m Sunghoon.” 

“I know. I remember you from when I moved in.” 

“O-Oh,” Sunghoon stutters. “Right, yeah. You’re right. Well, I’ll introduce myself again in case you need anything.” 

You unlock your apartment and step inside. “Duly noted. Goodnight, Sunghoon.” 

When the door locks behind you, Sunghoon closes his eyes and curses at the ceiling for being awkward around you. He swears he might’ve felt his knees buckle when he looked into your eyes and struggles to fish out his apartment keys. 

He always wishes he could say something that would convince you to stay in the hallway just a minute longer. He wants to be courageous enough to ask a question that piques your interest, so much so that he invites you back to his apartment to discuss it over a bottle of soju before you head back to your place. But Sunghoon doesn’t do any of that because he always gets tongue-tied when he realizes you’re standing before him, and because you always close the door before he can even think of something else to say to you. Sunghoon sighs in defeat and loosens his tie as soon as he steps through the threshold of his own apartment. 

He sleeps with the sound of crickets chirping outside his window. 

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I've had a headcanon for a while that Breha and Fox are really into the romance genre - like, in a way that if the book/show/movie is good, they enjoy it as a good piece of media, and otherwise, they read or watch things together and have fun with it. Bail is...not so much into this, as much as he can also enjoy a good piece of media, but the second part of the experience is kind of lost to him.

He will listen to Breha and Fox talk about them and tries to guess what is going on in any given book/show based only on what they tell him.

(If he is actually a bit invested. Shh. No he isn't. No, he's not watching this- alright, fine, you menaces)

So, there's this relatively new show. It started a bit before the war, and gained a lot of popularity then, and when the show was put on hiatus because of the war, the fans were impatiently awaiting for more. The show is about mostly fictional planets and their high-society, royals and nobility.

Breha and Fox watch the part of the show that came out before the war, and make Bail watch with them as well (Bail watches, because they are asking and he wants to spend time with them, and, hey. He likes looking at them when they are happy and joking around). Then, some time after, the show announces that it will be coming back with new episodes!

The episodes start releasing. Breha and Fox watch them, and make Bail watch them as well (no, he isn't invested at all-). One week, there's a new character introduced. A Princess, who is going to become a Queen soon. She is from a very old and rich planet, that does arts and peace and nature. Breha says that it reminds her of Alderaan a bit, perhaps they have taken some inspiration.

One episode, the Princess meets a nobleman, who is very politically idealistic and believes in equity, and is striving for making the galaxy a more peaceful and unified place. The actor is very tall.

Fox jokes that they kinda remind him of Breha and Bail. Breha laughs. Bail squints his eyes at the screen.

The Princess becomes a Queen, while becoming increasingly close with the nobleman. Then, one week, they introduce another new character. A former soldier, who has now returned from the war, and the Queen and the nobleman meet him when they are in an event, discussing how to make more peaceful solutions.

Bail frowns at the screen. The actor is not a clone, but looks very much like one, with his tanned skin and dark, curly hair.

Fox looks at the character as well.

"Oh", he says.

"Oh", Breha says as well. "I do think...that they have taken inspiration from close by."

You don't say, Bail thinks.

He's not super stoked about this development, but at least the two other actors do not resemble him and Breha too much. He can...sort of understand the choice of casting someone who looks kind of like the clones into the role of the soldier. It's commentary. Easy to understand. It's....fine. They are just drawing inspiration from their overall dynamic, nothing more. There's nothing else that seems too recent.

Then Bail goes for work to Coruscant, and gives statements regarding his views on the clone rights, the war, and his relationship with the clones and how, even though he cannot claim himself to be a part of their culture, he and Breha and Alderaan as a whole have tied themselves into it and consider it to be a part of their culture as well.

It's a good statement. Bail is proud of it and the reaction it causes. The way Fox and Breha look at him after is the best reward he could possibly ask for.

Then, a few weeks later, a new episode comes out. The nobleman gives a speech about the war and cultures and how he relates to them. It's very much the statement Bail gave, but just reworded to fit the world of the show.

Oh, Bail thinks. Oh, it is on.

Bail decides to have his own fun. He starts to make very showy gestures to Breha and Fox in public. They know immediately what he is doing, and go along with it.

Some of the things he did end up in the show. Bail can deduce from what those things are when whoever it is who is gathering material is present.

Bail knows the press. He knows how they dress, he knows how they operate. Once he knows where to look, it is very easy to spot them.

It's a rare occasion that both Breha and Fox are accompanying him to Coruscant. Bail is playing it up, until he notices the person who is very much not press but who is very much recording and making notes, when Bail is not even saying anything to any of the people surrounding them.

Bail turns to look straight towards the camera.

He person holding it stiffens, but doesn't turn away instantly. Not so easily intimidated, then. Bail can respect that at least.

Bail continues to stare at the camera, not saying anything. Just staring. Fox and Breha have caught on to what he is doing by then, and they are trying their best not to burst out laughing.

Bail continues to stare at the camera. He has stared down bounty hunters, separatists, assassins, the sith. He can do this all day.

Finally, the camera turns away. Bail smiles, and clims into their speeder with Breha and Fox.

As soon as the doors are closed and the speeder starts moving, Breha and Fox lose it. They cannot stop laughing the whole way, and are barely able to contain it once they arrive to the Senate.

Unsurprisingly, at least for some, the plotline of the three characters in the show starts to steer to entirely new directions in the very next episode.

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The Way The Water Flows

Chapter Four: Cold and Lonely, Lovely Work of Art

Warnings: SMUT ASF !!! praise kink, missionary, taking of virginity, oral (fem receiving, she's trans though so), pain kink but just a little, logan still feeling guilty. chappell roan has appeared yet again.

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The day was coming to a close and, somehow, Logan was unable to find Maya again. To be fair, he had classes to teach. He tried picking out her scent but with all the students in the halls with their own scents, it was hard to pick her out. He accidentally walked in on two teenagers kissing in a closet when he thought he had it, but the more he thought about it, Maya's scent was a lot sweeter than what he latched onto.

He was starting to give up hope, shame settling in his stomach like cement, as dinner was served. To him, it was clear that Maya was avoiding him. Though he didn’t blame her, he had hurt her. He would avoid himself too if he could.

Logan huffed as he sat at the “teacher’s table,” where Storm, and Hank were already gathered at. “Can’t find her.” He grumbled. He didn’t tell them what happened to Maya but word spread around fast in the mansion.

“She’s a loner. Likes to isolate herself, it not your fault, my friend.” Hank reassured softly, “She doesn’t know how to deal with being around so many people after being alone for so long. Perhaps you can relate.”

As much as he wanted to deny it, it was true. Logan had a habit of leaving the mansion every few months because the school was only growing and he needed his alone time when those little shits got on his nerves. Especially the new students he didn’t know so well.

Storm chimed in, “Yeah, Logan,” She took a bite of food from her fork, “Don’t take it too personally. She’s still getting used to this whole thing. The school, other people like her, people that genuinely care for her. It’s a lot when you realize what happened to her.”

Logan cocked an eyebrow at Storm, wondering what the hell she was talking about. Though, maybe that was above his pay grade. Besides Scott, Storm was the closest to Charles, giving her access to all sorts of information not everyone knew. She must know nearly everything there is about Maya but he wasn’t going to pry the information out of her as much as he may want to. He wanted to get to know Maya the organic way.

He left the dining hall, deeming Storm and Hank as no help—with finding her. Understanding her was a different story. As he passed by a door to the back courtyard, a glint of moonlight flashed in his eyes, stopping him in his tracks as he looked out the window.

He could make out the form of Maya, just barely, as she held her hands out in front of her, keeping globs of water suspended in the air and, when her hands moved, so did the water, creating small, soft glints of light around her as they caught the moonlight just right. She sat on a bench by the fountain—her water source.

Logan was entranced, he made his way outside and got closer as quietly as he could, watching her move the water in small waves. He could almost see the side of her face. Distracted, he stepped on a branch, causing the globs of water to turn into sharp icicles pointed directly at him.

Maya stood up quickly, prepared for a fight before she realized who it was. “Oh, it’s you.” Logan thought she looked beautiful like that. He could see lines on her forehead, cheeks, and arms glowing. The icicles clattered to the cement, breaking into a million pieces when she sat back down. “You can sit if you want to.” Those lines disappeared as soon as the ice did.

He decided to seize the opportunity. Up close, even in the dark, he could see the details of her face a little better. She had a few scars littered across it, one looked like a slit in her eyebrow but it was partly hidden by her side-swept bangs. There was a plate next to her hip with small bits of food on it. So she did eat? He was starting to think maybe she skipped.

But then there were the three identical claw marks on her arm, exposed by the short-sleeved shirt she wore. It was nothing but a scar now, her healing factor helped since it wasn’t fatal, but it still made the knife in Logan’s stomach twist.

“I’m sorry.” Logan whispered, looking up at her face as she looked off into the distance.

The angle made him appreciate the curve of her nose and the wisp of her lashes. Part of him began to wonder where those glowing lines came from, they left no mark on her skin from what he could tell, no indents or lighter skin or anything.

Maya instinctively rubbed against the new scar. “Nothin’ to be sorry about. I’m okay.” She finally looked him in the eyes and he swore they were two different shades of brown, one lighter than the other but it was hard to tell under the dim light of the night sky.

“Maybe you are but I still—” He tried to argue.

“I’ve been through worse, Logan.” It was nice to hear her say his name, but bittersweet. And her words just made him feel worse, but not for himself, for her. “There’s nothing you could do to harm me that a scientist in a lab hasn’t already tried.”

Logan pursed his lips, unsure how to respond to that. Hank was right. They were more alike than he might want to admit. Both were part of some experiment. He assumed Maya’s had to do with monitoring the strength of a mutant's abilities or something like that.

They sat in silence for a while. It wasn’t uncomfortable but there was something nagging at the back of Logan’s head that wanted to talk with Maya a little longer.

“What’re those lines on you that glow?” Logan wasn’t sure how else to phrase it. There was a more intricate design to them but it wasn’t something he could explain in words. They gave her an ethereal look that made his heart flutter.

Maya let out a soft laugh that made Logan’s heart twinge in the best way possible. “They appear when I use my water abilities. They’re… tattoos. Traditional Inuit tattoos—Kakiniit. They tie into the spirituality of a person, especially a woman. The thing is, though, I never got them tattooed, would’ve been too young. They just appeared when my mutation did.” She grazed her hand over her arm where the glowing lines would wrap around it.

“You religious?” He would be surprised if she was. Lots of mutants despised religion, especially Christianity, in part because it was the reason many humans provided when explaining that they wanted to eradicate them.

Maya shrugged, “I guess so. I don’t want to lose one of the only things connecting me to my people even if I’m not… with them. I don’t want to lose who I am.” She breathed, glancing away from Logan’s eyes.

“You’re a mutant.” He cocked an eyebrow. He found that was all humans needed to cast out someone like her. Like him.

Her jaw clenched. “I’m also Native American. And trans. And bisexual. And taken from my family in the middle of the night by officers who knew my parents could do nothing because they lived on a reservation and were too poor.” She let out a dry laugh, “I was one of those girls who went missing but you never heard about because of what I am. Because people don’t care.”

“Well, bub,” Logan’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, his eyes showing a glimpse of affection that Maya could not see as she looked down at the fountain. “You have a whole mansion of people who care now.”

The way he said it, Maya knew that included him too. She met his eyes, watching as they twinkled slightly under the moon. Or maybe that was just the way he stared at her. She felt her breath hitch in her throat. She was becoming increasingly aware of their proximity, the feeling of his body heat, and the scent of whiskey and applewood smoke that rolled off him in waves. She realized that might have been from the cigars others had said he’d have.

Logan raised a hand to cup her cheek, causing her to flinch away slightly before she realized he didn’t mean any harm. The touch on her face was warm and inviting. There was a slight change in Logan’s eyes, from guilt to adoration and then to rage—furious at whoever did this to her. She was still so young, had her whole life ahead of her, and yet she had this look in her eyes like she had gone through every war he did.

Maya glanced down at his lips, uncertainty settling in her chest. She had never felt this way before. She had crushes, sure, but that was over a decade ago on random celebrities she couldn’t remember the name of. She never had urges, too consumed in pain and self-pity. But the mansion was giving her a chance at the most normal life she could have. Plenty of “normal” lives included kissing, relationships… sex.

“I can hear the gears turning in your head.” Logan whispered, an amused inflection in his voice as he gave her a lop-sided grin.

Maya’s gaze snapped up to his eyes, feeling her cheeks warm even in the midst of a cold night. “Sorry, I just… Have no experience at all in this area.” She admitted softly, “I want to kiss you.”

Logan wasn’t sure why he was surprised. She had confessed to being taken as a child. Maybe he expected that she would’ve explored her options once she was out because she seemed to be very sure about her sexuality. She had such a pretty face and, from what he could tell, a wonderful body that any man would be on his knees for. However, he’d gladly be the one to show her the ropes.

“Don’t worry,” Logan sat a little closer to her, leaning his face down slightly until he could feel her breath on his face. “I gotcha, bub.”

He pressed his lips against hers, bridging the gap as his hand on her cheek moved to the back of her head, pushing her back against him. Thankfully, Maya took the cue and kissed back, cupping his jaw while her other hand gripped his shoulder. The taste of her lips was as intoxicating as her scent which was just getting sweeter and sweeter the longer the kiss lasted. It was messing with his head, more than she already had.

Logan pulled away when he could tell Maya needed to breathe. She panted heavily and he watched as her chest rose and fell. He was so focused on her that he wasn’t paying attention to the little droplets of dew rising in the air.

“I’ve never felt this way before but,” Maya wet her lips with her tongue. “I think… I want to do more.” She confessed.

She didn’t need to say it for Logan to understand what she met. She hadn’t kissed anyone before then and now she wanted to have sex? What an effect he had on her. Though, he guessed it was even because of the affect she had on him.

“You sure?” Logan asked softly, swiping his thumb against her cheek. She nodded in response but he couldn’t accept that. “Use your words, sweetheart. I want you to be sure.” He needed her to say it, to be able to tell him what she wanted. Plus, he found verbal consent to be the best.

Maya pursed her lips as her eyebrows furrowed slightly, embarrassed from saying it out loud. “I’m sure.”

“Attagirl,” Logan smirked, watching as she gulped from the praise. He stood from the bench and pulled her up as well, causing them to be chest-to-chest. He leaned in next to her ear, brushing a few hairs away from her face, “Gotta get you to a bedroom, sweetheart.” An arm snaked around her waist, pulling her with him as he walked.

Maya nearly tripped on her feet as she followed Logan, letting him pull her around the mansion until she saw a familiar hallway, however, was pulled into the room opposite her. So he was the man she barely caught a glimpse of each time he slipped out of his room. She tucked that piece of information in the back of her mind as she was guided onto the bed.

The room smelled just like him, if not, more potent with the smell of smoke. She noticed the ashtray on one of the end tables, a few burnt ends of cigars still inside.

Logan settled on top of her, straddling her waist as her back hit the mattress. She didn’t even seem to be phased by his weight on her which made him start to wonder if that was just a ‘her thing’ or part of her mutation. He leaned down to kiss her, a hand next to her head while the other tangled in her hair.

Knowing that Maya was a virgin… it complicated things. Not by much but now he knew he had to be gentle. Even if he wanted to hear her scream, he’d have to take it slow. For now. Make it as special as he could. Though, looking back, when he lost his, it wasn’t that special. He could barely even remember, actually—

He pulled away from Maya’s lips, tugging a little at her shirt. “Need this off.” He breathed.

Maya glanced down at where his hands were before they met his eyes again. There was trepidation in her eyes, but she was still willing. Her hands replaced his as she pulled the shirt off to reveal the expanse of her shoulders and torso, soft freckles dotted over the skin and barely kissed the top of her breasts. Logan gently traced his fingers down the side of her neck as he finally got a better look at the color of her eyes in proper lighting.

They were different colors. One was a deep chocolate brown that he could easily get lost in while the other was more amber, nearly orange near her pupil.

Logan bit the inside of his cheek as he got off of Maya, kneeling on the foot of the bed as he pulled off his t-shirt, causing her to furrow her eyebrows. He could feel the question brewing in her head.

“Y’know there’s a million and ten different ways to get someone off,” He breathed, tugging her belt off from her jeans, “And I wanna try a few with you. If that’s okay? I promise it’ll make you feel good.” Maybe he was a bit selfish in some ways, wanting to taste her, but also wanted to make sure she would be okay with it.

Maya nodded but then quickly realized her mistake. “Yeah… Th-That’s okay.” She barely registered the belt being thrown off somewhere in the room, keeping her eyes on Logan as he unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them off. She let out a soft breath of relief once the denim against her growing hard-on was gone.

She might not have had experience with sex but she knew the basic things everyone did. Mostly the whole penetration part and that whoever was doing the insertion needed to wear a condom. Being on the internet recently helped in that area of knowledge too. She wasn't ever going to admit that, though, not to Logan or anyone.

Logan glanced up at Maya's face, watching for any change in expression, any change in what she wanted. He found nothing as he slid a hand up her leg, fingertips barely dipping underneath the fabric of her black boxer briefs. He was getting closer and closer to what he wanted, who he wanted, her scent growing stronger the more this went on.

Maya watched each movement of his hands on her, how he breathed through his lips, feeling the warmth of his skin on hers. “You can… take it off.” She murmured, glancing down at him between her legs.

A part of her was self-conscious, never having been naked around someone in this context before but, fuck, she wanted it—wanted him— badly. She couldn't begin to articulate what that meant cause she didn't know herself. She just wanted to be close to him, in any way she could.

Logan pursed his lips and let out a warm chuckle from between his lips, giving Maya yet another peek at his sharp canines. “Just savoring the moment, sweetheart,” He teased gently, “But since you said so…” A smirk appeared on his lips as he pulled the underwear off.

He could see the goosebumps appearing on her skin once exposed to the cool air. He rubbed at her thigh a little more, trying to soothe and warm the skin. “Take a few deep breaths, sweetheart. You look…” He swallowed thickly as he glanced down between her legs, his eyes dilating. “You're gorgeous.”

“Sorry that I can't really calm down when the anticipation is killing me.” Maya huffed softly, twisting the sheets between her fingers.

Logan's smile widened, cocking an eyebrow at her before he decided to get on with it. His hands pressed into her thigh as he ducked his head to catch the head of her dick between his lips, earning him a sharp, breathy whine that only served to spur him on. He dipped his head lower and lower until he could feel her hit the back of his throat, glancing up at Maya as she continued to pant at all the new sensations she was feeling.

“Logan—” Maya breathed, strangled and wrecked already. Maybe it was a little too much but they were enjoying themselves too much already.

He pulled his mouth away from her for a moment, a thin trail of saliva connecting his bottom lip to her tip. “Somethin’ you wanna say, sweetheart?” He asked teasingly, wiping the saliva away.

“Just—” Maya's thighs tensed, flexing ever-so-slightly under his hands. “Keep—Keep doing that. Please.”

Logan didn't plan on stopping, not now. Not when he had her in every way he dreamed about since that night. “Wouldn't dream of it.” He licked a stripe all the way up her shaft before taking her in his mouth again.

He was actively ignoring the growing tent in his jeans as he focused on pleasuring Maya first, bobbing his head to create friction. In turn, just knowing she was going to be left satisfied made him feel good. And it didn't hurt that he liked sucking dick. Which was somewhat of a shame since he hadn't done it in a while.

The way she kept letting out breathless pants and soft whines let him know he was doing something right. Maya wasn't the most vocal partner he's ever had, perhaps that's just how she was, but he could work with that. Watching the way her skin was growing more and more red was a sign she was enjoying this along with her soft pants and whimpers.

As he continued his movements, Logan looked up at Maya through his lashes and watched as her eyebrows furrowed with pleasure. A small sign that she was close already. He expected as much given her lack of experience.

Though, he didn't quite expect her to be that close. Maya let out a strained whimper, a hand burying itself in Logan's dark hair and pulling to the point that it sent shivers down his spine as she came down his throat. He pulled away from her, coughing a little as he swallowed every last drop.

She tasted similarly to how she smelled, except saltier and without that hint of amber, instead replaced by the ocean.

Logan wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he settled back on his knees, watching as Maya caught her breath properly. Her hair was sticking to her face from the sweat and her chest was flushed along with her face and tips of her shoulders. It was a sight he wanted to commit to memory. So beautiful and wrecked. And he wanted to make it worse.

“Was that—” She was shy to say it. “That's what an orgasm feels like?” She panted, her breathing slowly but surely evening out with each inhale.

Logan chuckled softly and nodded. “Yeah, sweetheart. Feels good, doesn't it?” He cupped Maya's cheek, eyes raking over her body before they stopped on the scarred claw marks.

“Mm, yeah.” Maya huffed softly, closing her eyes as she leaned into his touch. “You gonna try… the traditional way too?” She asked.

Logan had to purse his lips from smiling so wide, leaning towards her face to press a quick peck to her lips. “Yeah, sweetheart, you just need to be patient.” He watched her eyes open and look at him with the slightest bit of disdain for having to wait.

Reaching off to the side, he opened the end table and grabbed a clear bottle of lube. Maya had seen that before. It was one of the many things she'd seen sold in any store in any corner of Canada, mostly men buying it for themselves rather than women.

“Wait, just—” Maya squeezed at his shoulder, pursing her lips. “I'm pretty much naked here… can't you take something off too?” She asked softly. She wanted to see more of his body but also wanted them to be even.

Logan looked down at Maya and contemplated it before complying. His torso was already bare but, in comparison, he was a lot more dressed up than she was. He dropped the bottle of lube on the bed, hands dropping to undo his belt. Maya's eyes dropped as well, following the movement, and, for a second, he could see disgust in her eyes.

He took off the belt, realizing maybe the Native American headdress belt buckle wasn't the best choice. He’d buy a different one. He threw it to the side of the bed and was going to work on unbuttoning his pants until Maya replaced his hands with hers. Logan cocked an eyebrow but she didn't seem to care, unzipping his pants and shoving them down his hips. He let out a soft laugh at her eagerness, removing himself from the bed to properly take his pants off.

Once he was only in his boxers, for the first time, Logan saw a real desire in Maya's eyes. She was looking at him like he was the finest cut of meat. He liked that look on her. Like she wanted to sink her teeth into the side of his neck.

He climbed up her body again, turning her head slightly to nip at her neck, his sharper teeth making it all the more pleasurable. “Better, sweetheart?” Logan asked against her skin as his hand snaked around to her back, fiddling with the clasp of her bra.

“A lot better.” Maya gasped sharply at the feeling of his teeth, a hand gripping onto his bicep. “You are… feeling the same way I am, right?” There was some sort of desperate plea in her voice, wanting to make sure that Logan liked this too. To make sure he liked her too.

“I am, sweetheart. Promise.” He whispered, pulling away slightly before helping her out of her bra. He didn’t like promising things but he couldn’t help it. Maya was flooding his senses.

God, she was a sight to see when she was naked. All for him. He couldn't believe it.

Logan was not a religious man. And never thought he would ever become one. But if Maya was the Goddess who he would pray at her altar for, well… he wouldn't be mad. In fact, he’d devote his whole life to her even if they could never truly see each other.

Maya swallowed thickly, “Good. That's good.” She murmured before she kissed him deeply, a hand sliding down to fiddle with the waistband of his boxers.

“Woah there, sweetheart,” Logan smirked against her lips, pushing himself up to straddle her legs. “Gotta prep you. Can't just stick my dick in you.”

So that's what the lube was for? Maya watched as Logan slicked up a few of his fingers and gasped a little when he pushed them into her, causing her toes to curl at the intrusion. Her head dropped back into the pillow as a sharp whine escaped her the more he pushed.

Logan watched her expression carefully, his free hand on her hip as he began a gentle in-and-out motion with his fingers. “You feeling good so far, sweetheart?”

“Mhm… real—” Maya drew in a shaky breath, a light laugh escaping her. “Real good.”

He grinned in response, stretching her open a little more as he added a third finger. Logan could hear how her heartbeat started to rise and the strangled gasp she took at the added finger. “You're doing great. Just wait a little longer, sweetheart, and I'll make you feel so much better.” He breathed, using his free hand to widen her legs.

After a few more moments passed, Maya became more whiny. “Logan…” She scratched slightly at his skin, leaving small marks that were bound to go away in a few seconds. “Please, I—” She swallowed her breaths. “I need you. Badly.”

“I know, I know, sweetheart,” He said softly, pulling out his fingers causing her to whine from the emptiness. Her dick was already twitching back to life while his was still strained against the thin fabric of his boxer briefs. “Give me just a second.” Logan's voice cracked slightly as his patience did too.

He adjusted his position a few times to wiggle off his boxers, not caring where they ended up once they were off. He let out a soft sigh once relieved from the pressure, lifting Maya's legs so her knees were pressed up against his waist.

Logan perched his upper body above Maya, a hand next to her head while the other held onto the headboard for some leverage. “Take a deep breath for me, alright, pretty girl?” He watched as she did as asked, breathing deeply. “There you go, good girl.” He leaned down, kissing her as a small distraction as he pushed inside her slowly.

As Maya let out a soft cry, Logan let out his own strangled moan. Her hand squeezed slightly at the base of his neck, needing to anchor herself to something.

“That's it, that's it,” Logan huffed softly, stopping his hips once he was seated to the hilt. “Just breathe. Everything's gonna be alright, sweetheart. I gotcha.”

He was taking his sweet time, trying his best to make sure he wasn't hurting Maya. At least, not horribly. The burn of the stretch was going to hurt either way but it would've been worse if he hadn't prepped her. Or gave her some time to adjust to the feeling of a dick inside her.

Maya's breaths evened out after a few moments. “Move. P-Please.” It was clear there was still a part of her that was embarrassed but she was pushing through.

“Whatever you want, sweetheart.” Logan mumbled, beginning a slow but oh-so-sweet pace with his hips. He wasn't sure what he said, the words just slipped out of his mouth but he meant them. Whatever she wanted, he’d do to the best of his ability.

And that was scary. Maya, some girl he hadn't known for that long, had wormed her way into his heart and wasn't going to let go—like nails to a crucifix.

Maya whimpered, tangling her fingers in his hair and scratching his scalp while her other hand squeezed his shoulder. “Logan—” Her strained breaths were getting to him, echoing in his head, “Ah… my god…”

Logan's hand gripped the pillow underneath Maya’s head hard, knuckles turning white. He hadn't done this in a while. Hadn't had sex in such a tender, soft way, too used to something rushed and rough and hot and he had to restrain himself from turning it into that. Dare he say a part of him actually liked this? Her soft, hot whines and breaths cooled his skin with each drag of his hips. It might've been her powers accidentally cooling the sweat rolling down his skin but he didn't care.

“Doin’ so good, sweetheart,” Logan groaned, words becoming harder and harder to form fully. “ Feels so good.” His head fell to press against her forehead, breathing heavily.

Maya's face was flushed pink and her dark eyes seemed all the more dark now. “I couldn't even—” She breathed sharply. “Imagine this… ah, Logan… This feeling.”

“Exceeded your expectations?” He couldn't help but tease, letting out a soft hiss.

Maya huffed, a light laugh escaping her. “By a mile.” She sighed, looking into his eyes before kissing him.

Logan moaned into the kiss, the hand on his headboard twisting as his fist clenched with the wood in his palm, causing it to creak. He nipped slightly at her bottom lip, only spurring Maya on to press against him harder. She definitely liked his sharp teeth, part of him was deeply excited about the fact. He could be quite territorial when he wanted to be. Too bad since they both had healing factors.

“That's good, hm?” He mumbled against her lips. “That you thought about something like this. You're not so innocent, sweetheart.” His words had such a deep effect on her that a shiver ran up her spine.

Maya whimpered softly, leg tensing. “Well, I—” Another sharp breath from a particularly sudden thrust. “I'm an adult. I have… thoughts.”

Oh, Logan wanted to hear about this. But he also desperately wanted to hear her choked whimpers and breaths when she came. Again. He let the former go, for now, focusing on coaxing another orgasm from her.

“C'mon, sweetheart,” Logan could tell early on that his words affected her. The kind that meant she could probably get off on just his voice alone. “I know you're almost there. Just-Just a little more, yeah?”

“Mhm,” Maya whined, nodding her head. “You too?”

Logan nuzzled his nose against the side of her face, closing his eyes as he breathed in her scent so it was the only thing he could smell. “Yeah, sweetheart. Right there with you.” He felt himself getting closer and closer as he was sure Maya was too.

“Logan, fuck…” The way her soft, raspy voice formed the words made him feel even more intensely. “I'm—” Maya choked on a whine.

He smirked against her cheek. “That's it, sweetheart. Cum for me.” Logan ducked his head slightly, nose contouring the curve of her jaw.

With soft encouragement and a few more thrusts, she did. Her legs tensed as she squeezed Logan's shoulder tighter and tighter—only serving to make him moan—while her other hand gripped harder on his hair.

“Attagirl.” Logan murmured, slowing his pace a bit so Maya could ride out the orgasm without being too overstimulated. “Such a good girl. Catch your breath, bub. Yeah, that's it.”

Maya panted, chest heaving as she slid the hand in his hair to rest on his cheek. “Your turn?” She asked softly, lips parted.

“Mhm, just—ah—just a second.” Logan sighed, rubbing his face into her hand.

Her touch was soft and careful as if she was touching the most precious thing in the world. And, god, that was all it took. Logan let out a soft breath which turned into a whine as he came inside her. At the same time, the claws in his hand on the headboard unsheathed with a soft ‘shnkt’ sound causing them to get lodged into the wall.

“Fuck, Maya.” Logan hissed under his breath, eyes falling shut as his forehead pressed against Maya's. He nearly fell on top of her but tried his best to keep himself balanced. Not like she would care but he didn't want to crush her.

Maya pressed a soft kiss to Logan's lips and gave him a lazy smile. “You are… amazing.” She hummed.

“I think you're just tired, bub.” Logan told her, an amused look in his eyes as the claws retreated back into his knuckles.

“Maybe.” Maya tilted her head slightly, debating the idea in her mind.

Logan rolled off her, pulling out at the same time which left her shivering. “Gotta clean you up, sweetheart.” He murmured, feeling himself becoming tired as well. But not as much as Maya.

After a quick cleanup and getting her back in her underwear, Logan pulled the covers over both of them. He wrapped an arm around her waist, bringing her close out of instinct. Maya sighed as she let it happen, feeling more cared for than she ever had. It was hard to explain the light, warm feeling that had bubbled in her chest after something so intense. She wasn't sure she was prepared to admit it. And she knew Logan wouldn't be either.

“Good for your first time?” He asked softly, nuzzling his nose against her hairline.

Maya closed her eyes under the affection, caressing the curve of his neck with her thumb. “A lot better than good.” She whispered, breath fanning over the skin of his chest.

Logan brushed a few hairs away from her face. He was trying his best to avoid looking in her eyes, afraid of what he might see, what he might feel. But, deep down, he knew it was hopeless. He already felt so much for her. And that wasn't just going to disappear.

He made a promise to himself, though. That he would never stop loving Jean, would never stop wanting her. He couldn't just throw those feelings away… they had to go somewhere. He couldn't love Maya. Wouldn't let himself. However, it might be nice to be with someone. Even if it was just going to be casual.

[beautifulpersonpeach]

Not gonna lie, this whole thing really sucks. I think I wrote a message awhile back about the very cool feminist angle of the Plus Global Auditions Invitation video, I'm an SNL Army and was new to watching kpop very closely and was so sold by that video. I thought - 'this company is really different.' Going public with a company f*cks a lot of things up, it happens all so often, and often it's the people and the ethos that gets messed up the most. It's frustrating to see this devolution. Because I was really excited by what MHJ was being given space to do at BH/Hybe. Though, as a fellow art school student, I am shaking my head and serious side-eyes at how she says things like 'I'm an artist, I don't know how to read contracts' (obviously I'm paraphrasing) - it's clear Hybe knows she's got the goods but she's not playing by their game anymore. The response and flood of crazy comments and hate at BTS is frustrating but expected, but just such a waste of time all the same. I've also never thought BH and then Hybe were super super smart and long-gaming everything (don't come for me Bangtan U fans) I think they were lucky and scrappy and skillful and making cool things happen moment to moment. Later on they got better at the strategic planning, sure. I don't know. They may need a good kick in the pants to remember that's what makes them great at what they do. But still, I hate the idea of MHJ being cooked even if she seems like a real pain in the tush to work with. Because technically, she's what got me to really buy-in to what BTS & BH were doing in the first place.

***

Yeah, it's a shitty situation.

To be fair, I think at the start, Bang PD was trying to do something different and 'forward-thinking' with HYBE. He sought out good talent going by the hires he did in 2019/2020, managing to onboard creatives like Min Heejin and Zico. Zico already incorporated his company to manage himself before Bang PD approached him, which is probably why he owns ~24.5% of KOZ - his sub-label in HYBE.

But with Min Heejin...

She had partnered with 250 - a popular DJ in Korea and NewJeans' main producer, since she left SM in 2018. He runs BANA (a creative collective) but she'd wanted her own label since the start.

Bang PD knew this, and wanted her for HYBE, so it's likely he made all sorts of promises to get her on board without awarding her a single share. Almost as soon as key creative decisions had to be made post-Global Plus audition, they both clashed, but HYBE as a company was less than 1 year old and it appears Bang PD and MHJ still had good relations... which was kinda easy since he still needed her creative output and wanted to see what she could do. So they let her make her own label: ADOR, and keep NewJeans even though according to Min Heejin, HYBE executives and Bang PD thought her concept and style of music for them would be impossible to sell to k-pop stans.

They expected NewJeans to fail or flounder. Instead, by 2023 NewJeans had become one of the top 5 most valuable k-pop IPs in Korea. If my guess is right, by that point she had no shares in ADOR, no agreement with HYBE's indefinite non-compete clause. She could walk anytime and I'm sure a lot of people wanted her.

Then HYBE approached Min Heejin with the shareholder contract to give her 20% of the company. It's a classic 'carrot and stick'. The carrot was easy to see. Apparently offered her the shares at a very low price, apparently Bang PD even lent her the money to buy it, for a valuation that HYBE considered more than generous, he was in her KakaoTalk chats buttering her up with those godawful emojis lmaooo. He was selling that shit hard. The stick in the contract was the poison pill which essentially tied her to HYBE for as long as they want her.

Perhaps she was aware of the pill and signed any way because at that point they still had good relations with Bang PD and HYBE in general. But according to her, Bang PD kept wanting more control over NewJeans the more successful the group became. Realizing she had to do something about the poison pill, she sought to negotiate, and as is typical in these sort of situations, you fight greed with more greed.

Asking to bump up the multiple on the options from 13x to 30x is frankly ridiculous. For a male CEO I can see it being considered... maybe, but for a woman? In Korea?

I'm sure when the other suits at HYBE heard that's what she was asking, at least one of them almost had a stroke. The logic is simple though: start crazy high and end.. just high. If HYBE was looking to exert more control over NewJeans (for example, every sub-label and group in HYBE changed to using 'bio-paper and ink' for their albums starting in 2023, to help HYBE meet their ESG targets. The only company that's not made the switch yet, is ADOR. Given how carefully MHJ controls branding and album design for NewJeans, I can see this minute detail being a massive thorn lol)... anyway, if HYBE was indeed looking to gain more control, the fact that they'd have to pay 30x if MHJ exercised her options on a whim, would serve as a very strong deterrent.

Given what I understand Korean corporate culture to be like, I doubt she had any friends in upper management to start, but with a demand like that, practically all of them would turn enemies in a heartbeat. It's the sheer audacity lmao. My guess is she would've eventually negotiated down, at least once she was assured real creative independence from Bang PD. But at some point, rather, quite predictably given this is corporate Korea, the need for control and the egos involved decided she had to be cut loose now and perhaps taught to not bite the hand that feeds her.

It's not a sentiment limited to the suits at HYBE. It's followed her since SM and the general public would hate it too, which is one reason I think it's only a matter of time before the narrative switches again to HYBE's favour. I promise you, most regular men in Korea would go red in the face, eyes bulging out their heads, drool and spit shooting out like projectiles, at the thought she would dare to demand such a thing. And in a way they'd be right. It's an insane amount of money for female creative in Korea, but I think given everything else, it also seems like a gamble she was taking as a means to an end. A simple negotiating tactic, given what she keeps highlighting as her main goal - unimpeded and full creative and managerial control.

Bang PD wants to build a 'forward-thinking' company comparable to Western conglomerate juggernauts like SONY and Warner Music, but I don't think these Korean men have the chops to do it right, just yet. I've had that impression of Bang PD for a few years now. He's been getting results, but they are inconsistent and he's got the biggest 'surety' in a sense with BTS, so he's been fine, and will continue to be fine for a few more years at least. But if they are messing up this spectacularly with their first female executive and one of their most valuable IPs, over... an options price negotiation?

And they want to pretend to be better than any other corp in Korea?

Lol.

Anyhoo.

I sympathize a bit with how you feel, but as a Korean woman, I guess I'm numb to it. There's a reason I've never chosen to work in that country, there's a reason why the birth rate is nearing the negatives. It's really unfortunate, and I'm sorry you're seeing a prior expectation you had getting blown up this way. And this latest hatefest on BTS has been quite ugly and isn't near done yet. This whole situation is gross, and even more so when the motivations behind it are so... banal and backwards.

But these are undercurrents that are too simple and boring for the average stan. Burning the witch who is responsible for masterminding the demise of a virtuous group is far more exciting. And so that's how the story will go.

I just hope that by some miracle, NewJeans turns out okay and manages to thrive after this. Because in all of this mess, they will deal with the implications the most and for the longest time.

[chemzee]

lil doodle of Morgan's Y4 appearance (or at least, his first appearance, which was during November-December)

ALSO!!! using this as an opportunity to post his updated lore. I didn't like his original lore at all, so I rewrote it practically from scratch.

It's going to be really long tho so here we go

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Ok so I'll start off by saying Morgan's family is no longer cursed, nor are most of them dead, only Morgan being affected and not just randomly at some point of his life, but rather he was already born sickly (whenever it's somehow related with magic or some curse is still up for me to decide,but now, he's just a sick child whose illness (which is kinda fictional but resemblances anemia) while not terminal,does affect him quite a lot). I decided to get rid of that concept entirely and rewrite the dynamic Morgan has with his family, esp his uncle.

Other than scary, that experience was very isolating: he was sheltered all his life before going to Hogwarts, having absolutely no friends at all, which resulted in him developing no social skills at all. He wasn't particularly close to his family either, with perhaps an exception of his uncle, whowas more of his tutor/teacher.

Now, as I mentioned before, Morgan was born a very sickly child, having lots of heart and blood issues. He spent a good chunk of his childhood in bed and hospitals, constantly falling very ill, to the point of falling in coma/almost dying at least several times during that period of time. Fortunately, by the time he got into Hogwarts, his condition got manageable and he could live a relatively normal life, although he would often feel unwell, some days better, some days worse.

But being on verge of death so many times, especially as such a young child was a very scary and traumatizing experience for him, but a part of him grew accepting of death, coming to terms with the fact he probably won't live much shorter life compared to his peers (not talking about dying at 20-30, but rather ~50 now, a lil more if he gets lucky).

Whenever he wasn't in the hospital, he'd spent most of his time reading books, his favorite ones were horror novels and astronomy books, the later becoming a big interest of his. At around 8 years old, he started to write his own short stories, taking inspiration in the horror novels he read and they often were rather disturbing in nature. Or so his parents thought. He stopped sharing his writings with his family at some point bc he could tell they didn't like them much.

However, he does still live through the death of some of his relatives, witnessing one of them, which was of his uncle. After that, he started taking interest in necromancy (soon disappointed he can't really make someone truly alive again) and then it escalated to interest in dark arts in general. He'd read upon biographies of dark wizards and their crimes, but purely from theoretical standpoint. He found it interesting what pushes people to commit such terrible crimes.

When Morgan got to Hogwarts, his poor social skills didn't do him much good: he had a lot of troubles socializing, he was seen as weird and creepy, especially because of his interests. He had no friends there, being a "weird loner kid" throughout hus first few years there and even though he doesn't mind being alone due to being an intovert, he craved to find someone who'd understand him, somewhere to belong, a friend.

By the time of Y2/3, he came up wirh an idea of his own book: about a prisoner in Azkaban who reminisces his life, how from a kind-hearted teacher he became a dark arts user and necromancer. He started to do his research, especially about Azkaban and it's when he developed his strong distaste for the imprisonment system MoM imposed.

The more he researched, the more he was convinced on how nonsensical the system was: why lock up ALL criminals in the same place? Why lock up petty thieves, who perhaps only did that to support themselves due to economical issues with dangerous dark wizards, the worst kind of people on Earth? Why punish people who had no other choice so cruelly rather than help them? Why is there only one prison? Why not build rehabilitation centers? Why make people suffer for their crimes hoping they won't commit them again, rather than understand what pushed them to commit them in the first place and help prevent that from happening?

At some point, he approached one of Slytherin prefects, the one he knew was a son of a minister and aspired to become one day too, Joaquin Reedus, to ask him what he thought of idea of reforming the system to create rehabilitation centres for petty criminals, so they would have to stay in Azkaban of all places. Reedus was intrigued by this young boy and his idea and told him that he'll think about his proposal. And then, after a few days, decided to ask if he was interested in joining a group that opposes sone of ministry's ways (without mentioning the group's name).

Morgan, very young and naive, saw it as hid opportunity to find people who thought alike, people who would accept him, to find people he'd be able to call his friends. And so, he agreed.

The group was NOTME.

And unfortunately, that group was not as considerate as Morgan hoped they'd be.

[myth-blossom]

for songs & silencers: aly & aj's slow dancing perhaps?

(youtube link: here)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BELLE!!! I hope you’re having a wonderful day! 🥳🥳🥳

Here is a lil something based on your awesome Aly & Aj song request 🥰 I hope you enjoy!

Providence loved parties and the luxuries that accompanied them. It took little to convince the Heralds to host an exclusive gala for their organization, the likes of which would rival the Met’s in both exclusivity and splendor. They would celebrate their power in one of the finest art museums in the world while welcoming new members into the fold, an annual tradition made possible at the behest of the Constant. It was normally held in a far more secluded location, but the Heralds were pleased with the change from remote castles and the chaos that was cliff parking, and Diana set them free to make the new arrangements.

The event was indeed lavish and extravagant with many of the world’s most powerful businesspeople and power brokers in attendance. They mingled and conspired as Diana expected them to, indulging in the finest spirits and spilling their secrets for her to use against them later. She plastered a smile on her face for the Heralds as she masqueraded through the pageantry, engaging the practice she had perfected after many long and difficult months behind enemy lines. Her personal security team began to shrink as she spoke with various ambassadors and CEOs, but she mentioned that observation to no one.

She allowed herself a break from the gala to explore the museum proper, setting her sights beyond the party toward a new exhibition on mythology and space. Her heels clicked lightly along the tiled floor as her bodyguards followed not far behind. One by one their thudded steps disappeared as she reached her destination, leaving her with only the pleasant music of the band echoing from the main hall. 

The exhibition was spread across a fairly large room and two adjoining halls, each room offering a variety of paintings, pottery, sculptures, and tablets based on various mythological representations related to space. The central room was lit softly with a changing glass installation overhead, its design alternating displays of constellations, nebulae, and supernovas from the heavens. Diana enjoyed a moment watching the majesty above when a voice appeared behind her, her heart leaping in recognition.

“You shouldn’t wander off.”

“I wasn’t alone,” she reminded 47. “You didn’t kill them?”

“No,” he confirmed. “But they were sloppy.”

“That’s a shame. They’re the best Providence has to offer.” Diana smiled warmly as she turned to face him. “Though against you, they never stood a chance.”

He flashed a smirk before easing into a soft look, a look he reserved only for her. “You planned for this,” he murmured.

“I did.”

“Why?”

“I wanted to see you,” she admitted softly. “To remember what I’m fighting for.”

47 nodded in understanding. “It’s been a long time.”

“It has.” A brief silence stretched between them. “I didn’t know if you would come.”

Diana’s voice was steady, but she felt the betrayal of tears threaten to spill over. He closed the distance and gently cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing away the vulnerable evidence as she nestled into his familiar touch.

“I wanted to see you, too.”

He placed a soft kiss on her lips, a kiss that deepened and lingered from months of distance and longing. They rested their foreheads together and savored the tenderness of their reunion.

“How long do we have?” he asked, knowing her absence would soon be noticed.

“A few more minutes, perhaps.”

“Good,” he replied, taking her hand in his.

They embraced under the stars, letting the sweet echo of the band serenade their slow dance. The song would be over soon and he would make his escape and she would return to her mission. But for a moment they were together, and for a moment, they found heaven in each other's arms.

[extremelyblackandwhite]

pairing: dad!bucky barnes x au pair!reader

summary: coney island. break my soul in two looking for you but you're right here. if I can't relate to you anymore then who am I related to?

Sergeant Barnes had taken her advice, something which the other staff who usually came to upkeep the home did not believe. He didn’t take suggestions, at least he hadn’t since he was a child. He was one of those people who’d rather fail on his own accord rather than succeed on someone else’s. He’d just rather be stubborn yet an au pair had had him listening on how to parent his daughter. This had become much more evident when he’d called her somewhere around midday, asking if se could bring Sadie over to the office so he could spend some time with her. She’d never really gone to his office before, she’d never even questioned where it was. Usually a quickly handwritten note stuck to the fridge with a magnet with a just barely understood address. She didn’t know why she had thought he’d have a modest office - nothing about James Buchanan Barnes was modest, and as she stood in front of the glass building that seemed to thrust into the skies forever. In that moment she was afraid she didn’t know who was more in awe of it - her or Sadie who was tightly gripping her hand. 

Everything was ... polished, clean, almost crystalline. If she were to be honest, the building from the inside looking like a private high-end hospital or maybe a really white and sleek restaurant. It was intimidating, it matched the owner and it almost seemed out of place for an au pair dressed in Zara clothing and a toddler in beige clothing carrying a very bright Bluey backpack. 

      - Hi. - she smiled at the receptionist. - I’m Y/N, I’m Sergeant Barnes au pair. He asked me to bring his daughter to his office. 

      - I’ll let him know. 

Y/N looked down at Sadie, slightly shaking her arm to try and calm the little girl down. She didn’t look comfortable, staring at everyone who came in and out with fright. It wasn’t unexpected, she didn’t particularly enjoy strangers and this building was a whole building of strangers.

     - Hey, look who it is! - Y/N turned towards the direction of the sound to see Sam. 

Sam was one of Bucky’s only trusted people, the other owner of the company and honestly the reason why Y/N knew even the slightest of things about Bucky. He’d usually come by the house to play with Sadie when he could, having named himself as the young girl’s godfather despite Bucky’s objections. 

     - That’s the coolest Bluey backpack, Sisi. - he gave her a little twirl. - I’m so jealous. You have to lend it to me sometime. 

     - Y/N got it. - she smiled, proudly taking her backpack off to show it to her godfather. - There is Bluey and Bingo. 

      - Y/N never gets me presents. - Sam joked. - How are you? I heard from the grapevine that you gave Barnes a good old earful. Is he paying you for babysitting him as well? 

      - Maybe he values my opinion. - she teased as Sam placed a hand over his heart feigning hurt. - He’ll tell you off if he sees you hanging around instead of doing whatever it is you two do. 

     - I don’t know, Y/L/N. If babysitting ever goes south, perhaps you oughta join us. Would do well with someone who can get Barnes to change his mind. 

      - Sergeant Barnes is waiting. - the receptionist returned. - He also said he’ll be expecting a meeting with you soon, Mr. Wilson. 

     - Tell him he can keep waiting. - he waved the warning off before squatting down to Sadie’s level. - You go and hang out with dad. Tell me all about it later, Sisi. 

     - Bye, uncle Sam. - she waved with a grin before turning back to Y/N, extending her hand towards her again. 

The two of them followed the receptionist through clear halls decorated with elegant art, tall white and grey pottery as well as several plants which looked as fresh as any seen in nature. Soon, two large black doors came in view in a scene that reminded her somewhat of the entry to Jurassic Park. Perhaps because both housed two beings with terrible tempers. Sadie held onto Y/N’s leg as the receptionist left the two to grasp with who was going to open the door. 

     - Wanna go. - she buried her head in the fabric of Y/N’s trousers. - Please.

     - Sadie ... - Y/N leaned down to pick her up. - Daddy really wants to hang out with you. 

The little girl buried her face in her neck, mumbling about being scared. She couldn’t really blame her, the building was intimidating and even though her father sat on the other side of that door, all the 2 year old could see was a big door in a frightening building. 

     - We’re going in together. You can hold on to me, it’ll be ok. 

     - Promise?

     - Promise. - she smiled down at her before her hand reached to open the door. 

The office was without personality, much different to how Bucky had decorated his house. The office was just as clean as the rest of the building, decorated like any other office in a decoration magazine. Whilst his house was sophisticated, there were dots of personality everywhere from Sadie’s drawings on the fridge, to Bucky’s postcard collection in frames everywhere you’d looked. She wondered for a second, for a millisecond, if he even spent time here and if he did how much time did he spend. It looked too pristine but Sadie didn’t care, her face lighting up as she saw her dad. 

     - Look who it is. - she pointed at Bucky as Sadie jumped onto the floor to run over to her dad. 

     - Daddy, look, Bluey. - she pointed to her backpack. - Y/N gave it to me.

(...)

It was official. Y/N had no clue what to do with her free time. She had done her revision, looked at all her notes, even spent half the afternoon looking through her thesis only to find herself bored. She missed Sadie asking about her thesis, heck, she even missed the sound of the obnoxious children’s cartoons. Therefore, it was not upsetting when she got a message from Bucky, an hour earlier than expected. She walked back into that building with an unshaken confidence, climbing the stairs up to the office. 

     - FAIR! - Sadie rushed from the office to hug her leg. - Daddy is taking us. 

     - It’s Coney Island. If you’re not busy. - Bucky added as he came not far behind his daughter, keeping a trained eye on her so she wouldn’t wander far. - Sadie said she wanted you to come. 

     - What happened to your hair, baby? - she lowered to the 2 year old’s height, finding her hair on a half arranged scrunchie to the right of her head. 

     - It’s fine. - Bucky said nervously. - You like it, don’t you, Sisi? 

     - No. - she pouted. 

     - It’s alright, baby. - Y/N carefully pulled the scrunchie down. - It looks better down anyway. 

    - Thanks. - Bucky mumbled. - I’m not good with hair ... at least Sadie’s hair. 

It was an odd feeling. An odd feeling as he found himself completely at odds with how to look after his child while she just did it so effortlessly. She seemed to know better, better than him and she was a complete outsider. She wasn’t her mother, she wasn’t family yet Sadie followed her like a baby duck, happily telling her what she did. No tantrums, no anything. All she did was extend her little hand towards Y/N and Bucky couldn’t help the little green monster yearning to come out of him. He’d never really questioned what he was sacrificing, he thought it was ok. That’s what father’s did, right? That’s what his father had done and he always seemed to so tuned to his children’s needs. Yet, here he was, not knowing what to do about his own daughter.

He just starred at the spectacle of the fair, the sounds of children and their parents muzzled by his own thoughts. He just wondered, perhaps with some sort of obsession, if this, if who he was, was enough for Sadie. Was he a father or just the man who gave her a home? 

     - Sergeant Barnes? - her voice broke him from a daze he didn’t realise he’d been stuck in from his office all the way to the fair. - Sergeant Barnes, are you alright? 

     - Sorry. - he blinked harshly. - I was distracted. 

     - I gathered that much. - she looked at him from the corner of her eye. - Work? 

     - In a way. - he shrugged. - You’re good with Sadie. 

     - It’s part of my job. - she smiled at him. - You should fire me if I’m not good with Sadie. 

     - Not what I meant. - he continued looking at the aquarium exposition they’d set which was breath taking for little Sadie. - She really likes you. You can do her hair and she asks for you all the time. 

      - Sergeant Barnes, I ...

      - When she’s with me ... - he took a deep breathe, the words getting stuck in the middle of his throat. - When she’s with me she asks for you. 

      - She asks for you as well. - she tried to comfort him. - She’s 2. I wouldn’t dwell on it. 

      - You’re like Mary fucking Poppins. 

      - Or maybe I just give her spoonfuls of sugar. - she joked. - You’re a good dad, Sergeant Barnes. A grumpy one but a good one. 

      - I thought we were done with Sergeant Barnes.

     - Well, I am not done with being called sir. - she looked down at Sadie, pulling her away from the aquarium before she attempted to break the glass. - Why don’t we go on the merry go round? 

      - Fishies! - she pointed back at the fishes. 

      - It’s ok, Sisi. We can get you a gold fish after. 

How they had ended up here, Bucky wasn’t sure. All he knew is that Y/N was holding Sadie’s against her chest, the little girl having dozed off after going on every single ride and tent she could find, while Bucky had his handfuls with big stuffed teddies, two goldfishes (because of course Sadie wanted a fish to keep the other fish company), and a half eaten cotton candy which Sadie had said she would finish home.

      - You sure you don’t need help? - she asked, moving Sadie so she was more comfortably laying against her chest. - I can carry one of the stuffies. 

      - It’s okay. I may have gone overboard with the stuffies. 

      - At least you have a few new fans. - she teased, remembering how some of the mums had fawned as Bucky had easily won any and every fair game to win the biggest teddy available. - I’m sure you’ve increased your popularity. 

      - Did you have fun? - he attempted to change the subject. He knew his effect on women and he did not like to discuss it. Last thing he needed was a relationship to disrupt Sadie’s life. He was no stranger to a one night stand or even to having a few friends with benefits but that’s where it ended. For all Sadie, and even Y/N, were concerned he was a celibate, single man. It was for the best. 

      - As much fun as you can have when you ride the merry-go-round 10 times. 

     - C’mon, you need to have fun. What do you want to do? 

     - It’s okay, Sergeant Barnes. We need to get Sadie home and ...

     - Bucky. - he interrupted her. - It’s Bucky and I asked you what you want to do. Trust me, Sadie’s not waking up any time soon. I want you to have fun as well. 

     - Fine. I want to shoot some cans. 

     - You want to shoot some cans? - he chuckled. - Alright. We can find something like that. 

It wasn’t hard to find something like that. He just found it odd she wanted to do that. Perhaps it was the first thing that came through her mind when he asked her to do something she liked or maybe she had some pent up aggression within her. Whatever it was, Bucky was curious. He didn’t know much about her outside of what needed to be known. He knew she was working on her post graduate qualifications, doing a PhD, but he wasn’t sure on what. She didn’t share much. 

     - Here, let me hold her. - he shifted the things on his arms, finding space to hold his daughter against his hip. Y/N shrugged, handing him Sadie as if she would’ve easily shot the cans while holding the two year old. - Maybe you should ...

     - I got it. - she grabbed the prop weapon, gathering her aim before shooting 5 cans down in a row. 

     - Do you ... do you shoot often? - he looked at her with a mix of confusion and amazement. 

     - Not really. - she said, not taking her eyes off the other 5 cans which she easily knocked down before turning to the guy manning the booth. - Can I get the blue dog plush, please?

     - You’re a good shot. 

     - Is that a compliment, Sergeant Barnes? 

     - I’m a better shot but you’re not bad. - he added. - Come on. We have somewhere else to go. 

     - Are you gonna show me how much of a better shot you are?

     - Don’t need to. Have medals to prove it, Y/N. Besides, I have my daughter here. 

     - Uh ... I think you’re just scared of losing. 

     - Is that so?

     - Yes.

     - Ok. There’s a shooting range about half an hour from my office, I’ll happily show you my skills there. 

     - Can’t perform without your familiar tools? - she crossed her arms. 

     - Oh doll. - he smirked. - I can perform with any tool you choose. 

[wordsinhaled]

i started writing this post ages ago and it’s been languishing in my drafts, sorry @teejaystumbles ! i mentioned bard!hob like EONS ago so i’m throwing this post out in the wild finally

what about, like... (no, i promise this isn't a witcher au) bard!hob canon divergent dreamling??? like. everything is the same except when dream and death enter the white horse in 1389 hob is performing a song about evading death, for a small crowd. dream is intrigued not because hob is particularly good but because as we all know, dream's a sucker for art and music. he buys hob a drink after his performance and invites him to sit together and by the end of their conversation, he's betting with his sister that hob will run out of things to sing about in 100 years

dream isn’t hob’s inspiration in the same way that he inspires shaxberd. hob isn’t a great talent vocally or musically. but there’s a light and warmth in his eyes and a deftness to his fingers on lutestrings, an earnest relatability in his tone, and a contagious enthusiasm when he talks to dream about his hopes, his dreams. and dream is intrigued

thinking about how their centennial meetings would be almost the same, but slightly different. hob reserves rooms for them when dream comes to the white horse so he can perform for dream privately. he still thinks dream is a lord, and deserving of special attention (and even if he weren’t a lord, he’s ethereal and gorgeous and the subject of more than a few of hob’s bawdier verses, which hob writes only for himself)

and the Tension??? the tension would be unreal???

thinking about 1689 hob, bedraggled and penniless, and maybe dream finding him busking on the street outside the white horse for coin, because the inns won’t let him in. he brings hob inside with him where it’s warm and dry and buys him a meal, and hob lays his instrument on the table between them and says, “it’s all i have left. i’m sorry, old stranger, i’ve no rooms for us this evening—” dream gets their room, and for the first time he says when they’re upstairs, “there is no need to sing for me tonight, hob gadling,” and he helps hob bathe and makes sure he is dressed in fine clothes again. hob looks lost and grateful and not a little in love and maybe he tries to kiss dream - after all he’s been pining for 300 years. but dream lays a hand on his cheek and says, “if you still feel the same in one hundred years, let us revisit this, hm?”

so of course 1789 is… 1789. the tension is there a thousandfold. by this time hob’s writing poetry and plays and he’s part owner of a bookshop. he’s been writing letters to dream as well. he hands them to dream, tied up in a red ribbon. “i still feel the same,” he says. “do you?” dream thinks he does. but then for the first time they have a conversation, outside of a performance; a real conversation. when it comes out what hob’s been doing, the kind of material hob’s bookshop sells and where he invests his money, dream turns on his heel and leaves

thinking about 1889, hob earnest and rueful, wondering if dream will attend their meeting this year. he’s taken a chance and hasn’t written anything. he wants to talk, to fix things. “old stranger,” he says when they’re seated by the fire in the rooms hob has rented for them. “i have changed. i hope that as you learn more of what i have done this past century i might raise myself in your estimation. but my feelings for you have only grown.” and maybe this is the year of their first real kiss, the year they go to bed together, and hob wakes up the next morning alone, fine sand under his fingernails and the taste of dream still on his tongue

and perhaps soon after dream goes missing hob hears whispers of it from some of the more eccentric patrons of his bookshop, and he goes and rescues dream. he dusts off his musicianship and gets himself in as an entertainer at one of burgess’ lavish parties as a cover

and then dream is free and they live happily ever after, the end, right?

cue modern day hob, teaching a course on the history of story and ballad, looking at old lyrics from the 15th century, asking dream, “remember when i sang this for you? god, i was bloody awful, don’t know what you saw in me…”

[ryuichirou]

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About moray sketches, Idia’s little affair with Sebastian, drawing and art and other things.

Anonymous asked:

Morays are so derpy

They really are… the more I look at them the more obsessed I get lol those silly faces

Anonymous asked:

Those eels are so goofy-looking. Are they your favorite sea creature? If not, then what?

Thank you, Anon!

To be honest, I don’t think I have a favourite sea creature. For now, due to my love for the Octa-trio, I have a big soft spot for moral eels and octopuses. A couple of years ago we had a phase during which we read a lot about sharks. The fact that baby sharks are called pups!! I’m still obsessed with this fact.

In general, sea is fascinating and truly beautiful, but it was never really my thing, so I don’t know much about different kinds of creatures… Should definitely work on that 🤔

Anonymous asked:

🗣🔥BLACK BUTLER MENTIONED🔥🗣

OOoo Sebastián if Ciel finds out you're in troubleee

HEHE YES even though we still aren’t back to our Kuroshitsuji era and I just replied about it the other day… The desire to ship these two was sudden but too strong to resist.

I think Ciel would just roll his eyes to be honest, maybe he would get a bit disgusted… but overall, the whole thing probably happened due to their investigation, so he shouldn’t complain. Or is it jealousy that sours his mood?~

Anonymous asked:

Idia’s hips are so deliciously grabbable. Grabbing them, nibbling them, groping them, hmmm.

And with how thin he is one would think that he would be too sharp around the edges to probably grab. But I guess his bones make him easier to grab… Cute!

Anonymous asked:

The way Idia looks in the last panel…..I don’t think I would be able to resist going back and “interrogating” him more, perhaps all day even. I’m very dedicated, what can I say? 😔

What a hardworking person you are! This is truly inspiring.

I think the more you “interrogate” Idia, the more “interrogatable” he looks… this is magical.

tardigrade-misfit asked:

I’ve come to a realization that I’ve only ever seen one thing drawn of Leona and I need to see more of the lazy lion man 😭

Omg you’re right, we only posted him once (not counting a chibi drawing + fem!Leona in a big genderswap post). It’s so funny, I feel like I draw him every now and then because of commissions (thank you, everyone orz), but at the end of a day we barely have anything Leona-related. The only character less lucky than him is probably poor Cater…

To be completely honest, Leona just isn’t usually on my radar, and even though I sketch him sometimes, those sketches rarely get finished and are mostly posted on ko-fi. Sorry 😔

Anonymous asked:

my god, imagine a more messed up alternate universe where the Asim family had a "last one standing" competition to decide the successor... The head of the family dies and suddenly Kalim is put against his siblings, cousins, uncles, aunts, ecc. He would be so bummed out. As soon as he says "Jamil, I think we'll have to kill my family" Jamil just starts crying from joy. Yes! Let's kill all these rich people! And also make you the new head, that would be cool I guess...

AAAH honestly Anon it would be such an interesting story to read and/or watch. Kalim would probably consider giving up multiple times, but ultimately decide against it because he doesn’t really want to die either lol

To Jamil it would absolutely be a joy though. I think some of Kalim’s relatives would try to bribe him out of helping Kalim though, “kill him in his sleep and we will give you a better life” type of deal. But Jamil would refuse~ Not because he’s loyal to Kalim or anything, of course of course.

Anonymous asked:

Since that other anon asked about Epel might as well join in: Jack and Epel. I can see Epel looking up to Jack because "Oh strong muscle man, wanna be like him" so of course Jack being the goodest boy that he is would help Epel train... in more ways than one ;)

Anon, this ship is so good visually with the size difference and all, and Epel salivating at the thought of Jack’s muscles because he really wants to have muscles himself (in reality he is just attracted to Jack) is such a good idea, and we absolutely see its potential… but unfortunately somehow they don’t click with us just yet. Maybe it’s because it feels too fluffy, with Epel getting in trouble and Jack getting him out of trouble? Maybe we’re missing this spice because we haven’t seen a lot of their interactions. Only time will tell…

Nothing against it of course though! Epel should get railed by a big wolf man.

[avionvadion]

Question related to Toga x Iliana .

Did she ever think about trying to join a village? I know it could be very risky because of her appearance And behavior. But at no point did she entertain the idea that perhaps she was safe with other people around ? (as If that period was safe anyway lol)

Have she gotten into some trouble with other youkai due to her relationship with Toga ? (Since they could use her as his weak point) Or was it something more of a secret?

Can you give a random headcanon ? (Like anything you wish tbh)

Your life seems to be pretty hectic right now, so i hope you're well and things get better soon ❤️ . Your art keeps getting better its always nice to see even more progress from the artists I like.

Girl doesn’t even speak the LANGUAGE. All she knows is what she learned in history class back during her school days and that meant, as a white woman in, like, the mid to late Kamakura period, where foreigners haven’t even really been induced yet, there’s a good chance she’d be in TROUBLE. Especially since demons are a thing. She’s not risking it.

Iliana took one look around her, saw the demons and clocked the Kamakura outfits, and went, “Nope, not doing this” and self isolated herself because has no way to fight or defend herself. She doesn’t know Japanese or how to read Katakana. She could walk into a village and be killed for all she knew. Iliana said “only risks I’m taking are the least dangerous ones” and decided to forage to survive.

She also has… trust issues. So. I mean. That definitely factored into it. She struggles to trust people who speak her language, she isn’t gonna risk trusting people who don’t and who she can’t understand. She would’ve left Toga bleeding out on her doorstep (cavestep?) if not for the guilt and if she didn’t recognize him.

Erm… as for your second question…

She’s definitely gotten tied up with demons in general. Pure dumb luck is how she’s survived. Her “living arrangement” with Toga is pretty much secret until he temporarily vanishes and comes back though. He probably takes her to his estate/manor that he lives in since bandits have discovered the cave. (He shows up just in time to save her from them.) Word probably does spread though, so chances are there are a few that definitely try to attack or abduct her- but get killed by Toga as a result.

Hmm… this is before Izayoi, so Toga doesn’t really know how to deal with humans. But he’s doing his best trying to communicate, lol, but it often goes over Iliana’s head.

He does get her a proper kimono to replace the clothes that got ruined when she got all scratched up by a demon near the river stream where she often collects water/fishes at. He skins and guts all the mammals he hunts for her since she doesn’t know how to, and he one hundred percent stole her hair ribbon since he lost his.

Also, Iliana does have like this really big branch (think Gandalf’s staff, but shorter and much more of a weapon) in her cave that she uses as a bludgeoning club.

I imagine there’s a point in time where she discovered some demons nearby and rushes back to the cave (maybe a couple days after she’s injured, so her arm isn’t healed yet) she stays up all night, paranoid of them attacking, and when one does sneak into the cave (like a centipede one, probably related to the one that attacked her by the stream) she tries to “shield” Toga since he’s still recovering from his own wounds, before swinging it when the demon nears and whacks it in the head before Toga takes over because it’s pretty much the moment where he decides Iliana can actually be trusted.

Toga also clocked that Iliana was a woman immediately, despite her “disguise”. Which only added to her oddness, but he figured out the reason soon enough.

After a few nights and it becomes clear Iliana means no harm, but it’s like really cold, he sees her curling as close to the fire as she can while shivering (winter, oof) and tosses some of his fur over her. Like he’s very tsun. He’s not the soft and wise Inupapa we all know and love just yet. 🤣 It eventually gets to the point where they cuddle for warmth and Toga is like, “okay you’re my person now” so when spring/summer hits and he’s able to leave he’s determined to wife her.

Iliana, who still has no idea what he’s saying: “Huh?”

Toga, who’s figured out her language: “When I return, we shall be wed.”

Iliana: “When you… sorry, can you repeat that???”

Toga: “Wait for me, will you?”

Iliana, struggling to understand bits and pieces: “…Wait? Wait for what?”

Toga: “Me.”

Iliana: “…OH, YOU’RE LEAVING, OKAY. Wait, you’re leaving!? Oh… okay… that… yeah. Okay… I mean, I knew you would be, eventually, but…”

Toga, wondering how on earth he fell for such a strange human: “I’ll be back.”

And YEAAAAAAH it’s... chaos right now. ☠️☠️☠️Dad is out of the ICU at least. Grandma’s memory is definitely going though, and she’s decided not to go through with the surgery and instead is just waiting for the nearby nursing home to call and inform her they have a room ready. I am stress. She is stress. Siblings are stress. Everything is streeeeeeess.

And thank youuuuu!!! 🥰🥰🥰

[signoraviolettavalery]

I have drunk roommates + their friends and I'm stuck in my room. Any distractions? (JO related? I'll take anything at this point)

(I need something to divert my attention before I fully panic)

I'm sorry this is late nonnie but remember that captive prince AU, well @touchyourblood has this idea that after Kris frees Bojan and they get together, Kris suggests that Nace (who was an advisor/councilor in the kingdom Bojan comes from and Bojan's friend) comes for a visit, because he's one of bojan's friends and Bojan misses him and Kris wants to "make up" for all the time Bojan wasn't free

so Nace comes, and Jan gets sent out to greet him (with some guards, of course)

introduces himself, and Nace's like "they sent osmeone as important as a council member to greet me?"

and Jan just shrugs and says "Bojan told me you are important to him. And, of course, an honored guest"

Nace's like 0_0 Bojan told you? you're on a first name basis? he's been talking to you?

and then they arrive and as soon as bojan sees them he runs down from the castle ramparts and throws himself into nace's arms

and nace notices how bojan is free, there's no guards watching him, he can move around as he likes, no one seems concerned

"I missed you," Bojan says, hugging him deeply, whie Jan watches them and smiles

and then of course bojan says 'let's go meet kris' and Nace does a double take like. Kris. the king. you call him Kris

he's slightly more formal with the introductions, like, this is Nace, my bestest friend, and this is Prince Kris. Nace's all formal, of course, bowing, and Bojan is all 'you don't have to stand on ceremony with him, really" while coming to stand by Kris' side, and Kris puts an arm around his waist and now Nace....understands. or thinks he understands

so afterwards they go off together, and Nace of course asks how he is, how he's been treated, etc, which Bojan reassures him "i've been treated well, like an honored guest from the very first day, and i've been giving my expertise and strategy in return"

and perhaps Nace presses him on that, says he looks a little pale, asks if he's alright, and Bojan brushes it off like "yes. I was...sick, but i'm fine now'

but nace won't let it go

'you were sick?" why was he sick? was he taken care of?

so Bojan has to admit "someone tried to assassinate Kris, and I stopped them, but I got injured, and the wound got infected, and it was a whole thing, but I'm better now, I promise. All healed."

which is....a lot for Nace to process

and of course there's that other thing

"Kris?" he asks

Bojan is on a first name basis with...the king? who is just "Kris" to him?

and they're clearly 'together' in some way, judging by Kris' arm around him earlier?

and did Bjoan really protect him out of care/affection or because he felt like he had to?

and Bojan, feeling like he can confide in Nace becauese Nace is his friend, admits "I love him"

"you were his captive" Nace reminds him gently

"I know," Bojan says, "and I know how it must look. But he never once treated me that way. He's been good to me. Better than some other kings I know."

Which leaves Nace worried that Bojan is just clinging to what affection he can find

"It's not like that. He listens to what I have to say. Values my opinions. He cares deeply about his people, and he trusts me to help him take care of them. And at first I simply respected him for that, a king who actually wants the best for his people. But then we bonded. Over music and books and art. Philosophy. He started to confide in me about personal matters. Before I knew it we were friends."

Nace still isn't convinced. "And when did he start taking you to his bed?"

"Nace. Please trust me."

"He didn't take ME to bed. I took HIM to bed "

"What?"

"You should've seen him. How shy he was. He felt so bad about wanting me despite our positions. He asked me to take him to bed. After I was free"

"A freedom he could take away if you didn't do what he wanted" Nace insists

And bojan gets frustrated

"Why do you refuse to believe he could be a good man??" Bojan demands. "He didn't ask to be gifted a person. That was OUR kingdom's idea. Or do you assume all kings are like ours?"