#mun: they have blind faith when it comes hope and love

[the-determined-daydream]

"Ah yes, the power of reset, a power I have only used once due to being afraid of my wife, Chara, killing me for doing it. Of course having your first time line be genocide kind of kills the whole curiosity angle of things."

*Her eyes turn sad again as she let's out a large sigh*

"I have done so many terrible things I wish I could forget. But my high LV is a constant reminder of the people I've hurt."

*A few tears begin to fall*

"I hate the fact that I'm a Daema."

There is so much Frisk wants to ask about, but as soon as they see the older Frisk cry, they immediately grab a few tissues and hand them to her.

"Please don't lose hope, my boyflow- my best friend has done regretfully terrible things and received a very high LV for it, but over the years of working on it...those high numbers have gone down, I don't know if it's partially because he regained his soul or if it's how my Universe works, but it's shown me that anything can be possible,"

"And...if it doesn't, then at least you still have the future to look forward to, good things tend to happen there sometimes,"

[benes-diction]

Never-Ending Survey - Celia

Rules: Repost, do not reblog. Tag 10 blogs!

Tagged by: @thefallenofbajhiri

Tagging: Nobody. I have zero energy to fight my tagging anxiety. I am spent.      -hucks this whole thing into the garbage-

basics.

FULL NAME: Celia bas Benes (formerly Celia kir Benes)

NICKNAME: 'Marshmallow’

AGE:  21

BIRTHDAY: 

ETHNIC GROUP: Garlean Hyur

NATIONALITY: Garlean

LANGUAGE/S: Eorzean Common, Garlean, Pidgin Hingan, Garlean Sign Language, Ala Mhigan Sign Language

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Asexual

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Panromantic

RELATIONSHIP STATUS:  In love with her tol

HOMETOWN / AREA: The Garlean capital

CURRENT HOME:  Eorzea / Shirogane

PROFESSION: “Adventurer” (see also: formally unemployed)

physical.

HAIR: Thick and fluffy, falling past her shoulders in white-blonde locks. Curls at the end, and curls more in humid weather.

EYES: The trademark Benes blue shared by her siblings, father, and paternal aunt that will often appear violet in most direct light.

FACE: Oval-shaped with high cheekbones -- a spitting image of her mother

LIPS: Full 

COMPLEXION: Rosy

BLEMISHES: Callouses on her hands from writing so many reports during her internship and from her regular training with knives and swords under Arduro’s tutelage ; small birthmarks/beauty marks beneath her left eye and at the right corner of her mouth

SCARS: An incredibly large, gruesome scar slicing from the middle of her nose across her right cheek and down to the corner of her jaw ; a small surgical scar at her throat

TATTOOS: None

HEIGHT: 4 fulms 11 ilms -- incredibly short for a Garlean

WEIGHT: Barely 90 ponze

BUILD: Petite and waifish. Could be considered ‘scrawny.’

FEATURES: Thick brows

ALLERGIES: None that she is aware of

USUAL HAIR STYLE: Unstyled / left unbound and free to fall around her shoulders, unless she’s working.

USUAL FACE LOOK: Eyeliner and eye shadow

USUAL CLOTHING:  Simple attire ; skirts of varying length, depending on the climate, and boots, accompanied by a shirt or sweater

psychology.

FEAR/S: Being abandoned, deep water, explosions

ASPIRATION/S:  Reforming Garlemald--preferably returning it to a republic

POSITIVE TRAITS: Curious, Kind-Hearted, Polite

NEGATIVE TRAITS: Cowardly, Defensive, Overcritical, Cold, Cruel,

TEMPERAMENT:  Generally sweet as can be, right up to when someone hits a nerve. Celia is more than capable of being cold and cruel when she wants to be.

SOUL TYPE/S: The Server

ANIMALS:  Mouse

VICE HABIT/S: Biting her lips

FAITH: Questioning / Curious

GHOSTS?: She’s encountered some strange things she can’t quite explain but hesitates to say for certain.

AFTERLIFE?: She hopes. At the very least, the idea gives her comfort, and she makes the trek to Ala Mhigo to talk to an old friend’s gravesite.

REINCARNATION?: Skeptical. 

POLITICAL ALIGNMENT: “Do you hear the people sing?”

EDUCATION LEVEL:  Formally tutored ; college-level education

family.

FATHER: Lucius mal Benes

MOTHER: Theodosia cen Benes

SIBLINGS: Cato (deceased), Solina (disowned), and Caius (douche)

EXTENDED FAMILY: Caelia bas Ursus (paternal aunt), Rhoda fae Benes (paternal grandmother)

NAME MEANING/S: “Celia” is derived from “Caelia” which is derived from “caelum,” which is Latin for “heaven.” “Celia” is also a short form of “Cecilia,” meaning “dim-sighted” or “blind.” Her surname “Benes” comes from “bene,” or “good.”

HISTORICAL CONNECTION?: None.

favorites.

BOOK: “Draco and Maria.”

DEITY: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

HOLIDAY: Starlight

MONTH: Third Astral Moon

SEASON: Winter

PLACE: Coerthas

WEATHER: Snowy

SOUND / S: Rustling papers, distant piano music

SCENT / S:  Antiseptic, sweet pea, 

TASTE / S:  Dark chocolate, rose tea

FEEL / S:  the velvety fur of a puppy’s muzzle

ANIMAL / S:  Bulldog

NUMBER: 4

COLORS: Pink

extra.

TALENTS: Some musical talent and a particular knack for sutures, but nothing extraordinary

BAD AT: Dealing with other people contradicting her

TURN ONS: Eyes that turn soft when they focus on her

TURN OFFS: Entitlement

HOBBIES: Reading, petting animals

TROPES: Everyone’s Baby Sister, Daddy’s Girl, Girl Friday, Girls Love Chocolate, Girls Love Stuffed Animals, Girls with Guns, Girly Bruiser, Lonely Rich Kid, Sugar-and-Ice Personality

QUOTES: “Garleans! Do you love freedom? I know you do! Do you hate oppression? Who dare deny it? “

mun questions.

Q1 :  If you could write your character your way in their own movie,  what would it be called,  what style would it be filmed in, and what would it be about?          

A1 : Probably one of those young-adults-take-down-the-evil-government-book movie adaptations, with lots of plays on the gritty realism of the present and the blurry and almost ‘heavenly’ memories of her past.

Q2 :  What would their soundtrack/score sound like?          

A2 : Lots and lots of violin, with a piano-violin duet when she finally reunites with her mother and father.

Q3 :  Why did you start writing this character?          

A3 : WHELP. Siren was getting too toxic and I wanted to start RPing because it seemed fun. So I convinced my S/O and our friend to make characters on Mateus so we could check it out aaaaaand... that’s where it all started.

Q4 :   What first attracted you to this character?          

A4 : The fact that she loved Garlemald so much, but knew that it wasn’t in the right and knew that it needed to change.

Q5 :  Describe the biggest thing you dislike about your muse.

A5 : She’s a brat who throws temper tantrums and gets up on her soapbox to yell at people. There are days when I truly hate her.

Q6 :  What do you have in common with your muse?          

A6 :   See the previous answer. I gave Celia my anger at how the world is when I started writing her.

Q7 :   How does your muse feel about you?          

A7 :  Celia and I would probably clash. Hair-pulling, screaming, punching--the whole nine yards. That’s not even taking into account all the horrible things I’ve put her through. 

Q8 :  What characters does your muse have interesting interactions with?  

A8 :  Any interaction involving Celia isn’t interesting. She either acts as sweet as can be, or she’s preaching, or she’s being a little twerp.

Q9 :  What gives you inspiration to write your muse ?        

A9 : Final Fantasy XIV’s main story, to be honest. Most of her story comes from the developments in Garlemald.

Q10 : How long did this take you to complete ?          

A10 : All last night and today. @_@

[heirapparent-cielphantomhive]

Visting Hours

Using this: ( [ stay ] your muse telling mine to stay in the car)  to solicit the reaction so here’s an unexpected starter Miss Mun!

Ciel was about to pull into the drive of his home, and with this unexpected visitor word had truly gotten around about his new address.  Turning to Onyx while removing the look of annoyance from his face he spoke with a bit of a stern edge. Only because the person he was seeing was rather impossible to ignore and was no doubt evoke questions later, “Please, stay here.”

Without giving her a chance to answer he’d exited the car and closed the door approaching the man that was seated on the front steps.  This was odd because Nymarius should have done something with him instead of leaving him outside. He couldn’t help but notice she was, for the most part, a ghost when the man with the long grey hair came around.

“Why are you here?” Ciel demanded knowing that he was not only being observed by Onyx is but his neighbor that was merely going through the motions of weeding his herbs.

“My, my and ‘ere I expected a warmer welcome young Earl, after all the business we’ve done in the past.” The man said while he tapped a long black fingernail against his nose.

Great, he was starting off cryptic…

“Yes, that is true, Undertaker. I am certain this is the city for you, but the funeral parlor is about six blocks over and in a completely different direction.”

When the Undertaker stood, Ciel knew this was going to get weird since the man in black didn’t know how to get to the point as everything went eerily silent. Internally bracing himself for whatever was about to come crashing down upon him from the former Reaper’s words he simply glared.

The mortician began to grin as if this were a pleasant topic, once that began it would be a long few moments before he pulled himself back together again, “I know and I’d forgotten how spirited the last ride of one’s special day can be ‘round ‘ere. It's just like a party, I hope I can go with such celebration.”

“I’m sure I can find another jar of salt to put you in since you enjoyed that so much to speed things up.” Ciel said somewhat like an afterthought as he glanced around at Mr. Gaudet who was now replacing a fallen stake.

Overlapping the sentence, the chuckles began, “Why do that when this little Hamlet has the sweet stench of death swirling all ‘round it? That young lady in your car. Terrible death has followed ‘er and she often shakes hands with it sending some to their demise.”

“What are you saying?” Ciel inquired.

“Her parents, horrible thing changed all her life completely…much like you.”

“What. Are. You. Saying!”

Retrieving one of his favorite dog shaped biscuits from the sleeve of his robe he placed it in his mouth, “She’s on a quest, to rid the world of those that have committed certain brands of evil.  Some are beasts, some are disembodied, and some are like you, my young Earl.” He said placing his hand against Ciel’s face.

This was the second one to tell him to be careful of Onyx. He didn’t get a feeling that she was attempting to size him up for anything, actually, it was the complete opposite. Perhaps he had let his guard down a little too much, turning down the normal blaring volume of his usual suspiciousness.  If anything it was the non-blinking Exorcist of a boyfriend she that had raised alarms because the Rose Cross he wore was more than just a pin and it wasn’t a common symbol. Still like attracts like, and were Onyx was not an exorcist, there was an earthy feeling about her that pointed to that line of work.

“I’m not blind, I have felt that she isn’t just a neighbor.  But I haven’t noticed any of the normal measures meant to keep those like myself out. So perhaps she doesn’t take me as a threat either.  I started a clean slate once I moved in.” He said cocking his head.

“You’re a Phantomhive, that is a treat in itself.  But I am glad you are not ‘working’ where you lay your head that’s most important.” He finished with a couple of playful slaps against his cheek then sidestepping him, “One point eight five centimeters, and nearly…fourteen stone? Be sure to pay me a visit sometime so that I can get your updated measurements for that fine new skin you wear.  I’ll make you even prettier for display. Should you like I could even get you a nice funeral carriage. All glass so everyone can see you as you make your way down the street.”

The conversation only served to exasperate him since the Undertaker purposefully spoke in circles.  Walking to and pausing near the car he tipped his hat to Onyx. Placing his hand on the door and opening it for her to exit he commented, “Those eyes of yours are absolutely lovely. I bet they are have seen their share of everything; good and bad, hope and despair, faith and distrust...”

Stepping between them Ciel said, “Just go.”

“Right, there’s a service at one o’clock and I don’t want to be late for the ‘post-internment’ parade. So if you’ll excuse me.  It would be an honor to-” the Undertaker stopped. 

He wasn’t going to finish the sentence anyway. But if it made Ciel uncomfortable to speculate on how he ‘might’ complete the sentence then his job there was done.

“Do give your Lady Maid my regards!” he called over his shoulder to Ciel while he watched the man’s almost happy go lucky gait as he made his way out to the sidewalk gave the demon pause. His other visits had made snseCiel expected visits from his old life that was just how things work.  However, this was just one ambiguously pointed statement after another.  

“Take no notice of him, I don’t.” he remarked offering Onyx his hand.

@a-murder-of-muses

[kxramczov]

@a-hell-of-a-lot-of-muses​ asked “Fyodor, Nathaniel, Gogol!”

Give me a character and I’ll break their ass down || Status: Accepting

//First Off Fyodor:

How I feel about this character? 

I mean anyone that follows this blog probably already realizes I absolutely adore him! He is such a mysterious character and while at first I was to caught up laughing at the fact that Fitzgerald can literally ‘consume’ money to notice Fyodor after he ‘killed’ Ace I was in love with him because he is strangely funny in the manga that you wouldn’t expect for a character like him and to me it separates him from villains I personally consider rather shallow villains like All for One (from BNHA) and Gyokuen (from Magi).

All the people I ship romantically with this character?

You want a fucking list, cause I got one: Agatha, Gogol (DO OR DIE), Chuuya and Dazai are my favorites. That said I could totally get behind some messed up love/hate/whatever you could possibly call it with Fyodor and Shibusawa cause for some reason how toxic it could be interests me in the way real life toxic relationships don’t.

My non-romantic OTP for this character?

Do they actually have to like one another? Cause if not Nathaniel and Fyodor and someone  (I won’t name any names) got me into liking Fyodor and Margaret as friends solely from the perspective of an AU where Fyodor hasn’t fucked up Nathaniel of course.

My unpopular opinion about this character?

I kind of hate the perspective of Fyodor thinking of himself as a god. I know he is arrogant. I know he is more or less trying to play god, but going on the assumption that he is Christian, it just doesn’t make sense since a big part of the Christian faith (at least how I was taught) is the whole concept of ‘not having a god before the one true god’. Granted I know someone will get pissed and try to defend that it’s his interpretation and it is meant to make him out to be an arrogant asshole and what not, but at least how I was taught there is only one god and he is more or less immune to simple things like anemia and Fyodor has always come off to me as a man of logic and faith so to me it just doesn’t make sense.  Hence why that is one of the few parts of canon, in regards to what we know of him that I blatantly ignore. That said more power to the other Fyodor muns that actually choose to write him thinking himself like that, because you guys are fucking amazing. Plus as a Christian I am uncomfy writing Fyodor seeing himself as a god when he is Christian in my portrayal. :D

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon?

Outside of him dying cause if he doesn’t die at the end I will be upset?  I am really just hoping there comes a scene where that whole calm poker face of his comes undone and he just goes ballistic or we get to see some emotion deeper than smug, cold, uninterested, etc. I love seeing the always calm cool types absolutely lose it! It’s part of why I write him as being slightly more human in my portrayal, actually.

Nathaniel...

How I feel about this character?

I think Nathaniel is okay. I mean I can appreciate the whole concept of a character that embodies everything I disapprove of in the Christian faith, solely from the perspective of it is pretty realistic and I am stickler for realism in my writing.

I think it would be disappointing if his character doesn’t get development beyond whatever shit Fyodor, presumably, did to him.

All the people I ship romantically with this character?

Honestly just him and Margaret, cause dammit wouldn’t that be a badass couple.

My non-romantic OTP for this character?

Did I mention him and Fyodor, even if technically it would be antagonistic at best and hateful at worst? Also just him and the guild as a whole! 

My unpopular opinion about this character?

I don’t want to say he is an idiot because Nathaniel is actually trying to do the right thing for Margaret and I can get behind the idea of him thinking he had no other choice BUT THE FACT THAT NATHANIEL LEAVES THE GUILD AND JOINS FYODOR IS PROBABLY THE DUMBEST WAY TO SOLVE THE PROBLEM! NATHANIEL SHOULD KNOW WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU MAKE A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL! 

And it ends up being pointless anyway because the guild is closer than Fyodor claims to be to reviving Margaret so all this sacrifice just feels pointless.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon?

Margaret coming out of her coma and beating the ever living hell out of him for becoming Fyodor’s practical slave because someone needs to beat some sense into him.

And finally Gogol (clown)...

How I feel about this character?

I FUCKING LOVE HIM! I mean considering before I even before knew my chi puppy (Nikolai) existed I knew I was going to name him after Gogol granted I probably should have named Nikolai Dabi cause the daughter of the lady I got him from named him Todoroki.

Gogol is the kind of ADHD crazy that I can’t help but love and I love writing him when I am on a sugar free sugar high and I want to bounce off the walls because writing Gogol comes so easily when I am as easily amused as a two year old seeing colorful lights.

All the people I ship romantically with this character?

FYODOR AND GOGOL FOREVER BITCHES. I also kind of like the idea of Gogol and Sigma but you probably won’t see me going on much about the ship, unless it’s my Gogol’s au verse where my Gogol and Aspie’s Sigma are working on becoming a thing because Gogol is so happy in that verse and he and Sigma are so good to one another. I also like Gogol x Dazai even if it is even more of a stretch than Fyogol, and my Gogol hates Dazai for literally no reason.

My non-romantic OTP for this character?

Hmmmmm no one to mind, since he is so canonically irritating and doesn’t have that many interactions with anyone outside of Fyodor and Sigma.

My unpopular opinion about this character?

Ooooooh I am going to get in so much trouble for this.... but I honestly prefer the idea as far as canon goes that when Gogol saves Sigma he had every intention of letting Sigma bleed out if he decided not to get caught up in this war that Gogol is starting with Fyodor.

In my mind Gogol is a villain and he is every bit as unhinged and dangerous as Fyodor so when it comes down to it I like the idea of Gogol asking Sigma being just a formality when Sigma doesn’t have a choice in the matter in the grand scheme of things.

Granted I love how members of the fandom decided to do their own thing with it because that is one of the best parts of rping; being open to saying fuck canon and do you own shit.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon?

The only thing I truly want to know/happen is if it gets revealed whether or not Gogol is blind in the eye he covers with a card or if Gogol is 1000% all about his aesthetics and it is meant to be more flashy and avant garde. 

All I ask for is an answer, no lie. I am easily pleased when it comes to Gogol because his personality is so great.

[ironheartedtemerity-blog]

blitztiger?

 Opinion on;

Character in general:  Nice Yu-Gi-Oh OC.  I really love the 4Kids Yu-Gi-Oh opening, but I never could stick to the series as a kid. As I’ve grown and matured, I…still have no attention span for card-centric anime, minus the first arc of Ultimate Survivor Kaiji because psychological suspense with high stakes is my happy ham sandwich. What I do have, however, is too much time on my hands and access to Wikia, which, is really vague if not absolutely accurate, don’t IM me. Noboru looks and reads like a kid I would RP if I were some alternate universe version of myself that didn’t have an unhealthy hyperfixation with Pokémon and Sonic.   I have a criminal record of RPing arrogant characters that, in their respective fanbases, are either widely adored or disliked (it’s not sad that I can agree with haters on characters I adore mind you), so my resonation with him is a BIG, fat – I’m not sure how I feel, mommy.How they play them:  I have blind faith and zero Buttyfight knowledge on my side, so I can’t be wrong when I say I’ve been engaged on and off by your content before. When it comes to muses in Citta that I do not know, I personally enjoy those that stand out on their own without the laws of their world tying them from spinning a story, or rather, character development of some sort. I find Noboru entertaining on the dash when I happen to be lurking.The Mun: I don’t actually know a lot of people here, nor do I know you, but…I do remember you have had a lot of kind things to say. I hope you have a glorious weekend.

Do I;

RP with them: A little!Want to RP with them: Sure! Whenever they desire to.

What is my;

Overall Opinion:  I’m a filthy casual that watches shitty Youtube Poops from 2005 instead of higher quality entertainment and I have over 1,000 reaction images of AoStH Sonic at my disposal. The only advice I can give is don’t be like me. I haven’t even caught up with Pokémon Sun/Moon or anything. Please keep playing Noboru even if I’ll never learn.

**Note: Mun’s answers are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty.

[pxzzlepieces-a]

Positivity Post

     //In light of all the negativity on the dash today, I decided to make a positivity post for a bunch my fellow muns and friends. I hope that it brightens your day, should you be having a bad one. <3

     @condomglitter: You’re the best friend that I could ever hope to ask for. I know you don’t think very highly of yourself, but you’re a far more wonderful person than you give yourself credit for. You’re beautiful, and talented, and I know this are hard right now, but they will get better. Please never doubt how much I and the people in your life love you; I honestly feel as if my life would be a very sad place if I hadn’t met you.

     @xltruistic / @hyaciiintho: Where do I begin with you, Adriel? You’re a constant ball of sunshine and positivity, and sometimes I wonder how you manage to do it. You’re such a gentle soul who deserves nothing but the same in return, and I sometimes wonder how someone as sweet as you are could exist. I know that you have a lot weighing on your shoulders, but don’t let it weigh you down - you’re much stronger than your realize, and I know that you’ll pull through.

     @tenebriism / @austerre / @unistus: Look how far you’ve come, Tina. You’ve accomplished so much in the few years that I’ve known you, and honestly, I couldn’t be more proud. You’re such a fun, amazing person, and fuck anyone who’s too blind to see just how brightly you shine. After everything that you’ve done, you deserve nothing but happiness, and I’m sure that it will come to you in time. Hang in there.

     @mxlik: Oh my gosh, you’re such a sweetheart? Honestly, your posts of well wishes and positivity to others in the community are fantastic! You’re such a caring individual, and I feel so very lucky at being able to chat when we do, and to have you as an RP partner! Never change hun, and don’t let anyone tell you that you’re anything less than wonderful!

     @godxofxegypt: Dani! We haven’t known each other long, but I’ve thoroughly enjoyed the time that we’ve had together! Both you and Atem have made our time in this fandom fantastic, and I’m so proud of you and the big step that you’re about to embark on! I’ve told you this before, but I have absolute faith in you, and in your ability to succeed! Keep your head up, sweetheart!

     @blackincantation: J, you are an absolute delight! You don’t know how much I look forward to our daily talks, whether it pertains to our personal lives or gushing about the muses! You’re so talented, not only as a writer, but a designer as well! I know things are difficult for you on some days, but you’re doing great! Just take everything one day at a time, and make sure to take care of yourself!

     @ofpuzzles: Penguin, you’ve been amazing. Getting to know you has been such a joy, and I can’t believe that we’ve plotted so many little interactions, and they’re all so much fun to plan out! Not to mention that, but our conversations during our BOTW playthroughs have been a blast. Seriously, I’m so glad that we’ve become friends, you’re such a fantastic person~

     @lcylines: Cheru! Ugh, it’s been so long since we’ve talked, and I really need to rectify that fact. You’re such an amazing person though, and I hope that life’s been treating you well! You’re such an open-minded, beautiful individual, and you deserve nothing but the best! Not only that, but you’re so talented both academically and artistically, and you have a level of empathy that so few people can match! I hope that you’re getting the time to relax in between all the business that goes on in your life, because you definitely deserve it!

     @hostofthering: Ama! You and Ryou are precious okay, and you’re such a talented artist! I really need to commission you once I have the funds to do so, because your work is so fantastic! I still gush over that one picture you did of Yugi with his hair down after we talked about it! You’re such a lovely person though, and I’m so glad that we’ve gotten to chat and interact as we have! You’re so awesome, okay?

     @nefer-itja: Our conversations are sparse, but you’re so cool Jay! You’re such a talented cosplayer, and you’ve put so much thought and development into Touzoku! I really admire how you’ve delved so deeply into his backstory and into who he is and was before everything with Zorc went down! Seriously, your stuff with him is absolutely phenomenal, and I’ve adored reading every bit of it! Don’t get me started on our ship and your gemshipping stuff either, because it’s all so perfect!

     @monochromaticoccultist: WE HAVEN’T REALLY SPOKEN MUCH, but I definitely read a number of your things, and you have such a fantastic take on Ryou! I love reading the headcanons that you have for him, and your interactions with Adriel and Jay have to be some of my favourites! Whether we end up interacting in the future or not, I adore seeing you on my dash, and I hope to continue enjoying everything that your produce!

     @goldovah / @gerussi / @inceloris: Al, you’re such a bright little light in our community! You’ve always got such nice things to say to everyone, and you’re so welcoming! We’re all so lucky to have you, regardless of what fandom (or lackthereof) you happen to be participating in!

[bibbykins]

Moonlight Reign (Ch. 1)

A/N: Okay, my first series (since Snowfall All Year is only a two parter I need to finish) I’ve been wanting to write a mafia!au for the longest time, and I am crazy late on the trend but fuck it. Hope y’all enjoy and give me some love!

Pairing: Mafia boss! Yoongi x reader (hopefully it’ll stay that way)

Word count: 2.7k

Genre: Angst, fluff, maybe some smut

Summary: Some things in this world are dangerous, and you, him, and the world you once lived in that now belongs to him are just some of many you can’t be free from, but do you even want to be?

“It’s time to go now, y/n.” 

1, 2, 3, 4

“Five years after the fall of the underground power family, Moon Corporation, people still suspect an even more powerful company has taken their place since…”

1, 2, 3, 4

“The color red doesn’t suit this house well.”

1, 2, 3, 4

“The exposure beheld more answers than questions, but on the five-year anniversary of the suicidal explosion that killed the head, Mun Byungyeol and his daughter, the, as ordered to remain anonymous, green haired 13 year old. Colleagues mourn in secret and establishments fear an anniversary heist…”

1, 2, 3, 4

“Locals have several theories on the big conglomerate that now controls Seoul’s business, underground and above, with mafias and gangs running rampant, people fear the government is under their thumb as well…”

1, 2-

You inhaled deeply, as if just surfacing from the drowning body of water residing in your brain. Your fingers stilled from the tapping, a  desperate attempt to make you surface, a sorry technique therapy drilled into you.

Four was too perfect of a number for such an ugly world, a world you had to feign blind to now.

Your palms retracted from their firm placement on the wall you leaned on, relaxing you. Releasing your slightly curled fingers, you stifled a laugh at the desperate attempt to grasp onto something. 

Your little episode was finished as you settled your mind with the news continuing to drone on. Looking at the time, you decided it was time to get ready for your study session with Jungkook. 

Jungkook was a guy in the same university as you, he was older, but you were a year ahead, so you were in the same class. He was your neighbor in this adequate apartment complex that you kept via a crappy waitressing job. He was the regular party boy always at clubs and coming home at ungodly hours of the night. 

You weren’t exactly a social butterfly, so if you found one friend in Jungkook, you figured it wouldn’t be such a crime.

You faced the mirror, patting down your hair, “The green didn’t suit me well at all,” You mused, fixing your natural shade of hair, “Although the forest green was a nice shade on my skin.”

After gathering your study material, Jungkook knocked on your door and you studied like usual. He would always get distracted halfway through, though.“Why do you still have the news on?” 

You looked at the TV and shrugged.

“I guess I forgot,” You spoke, “Now what did you think this-”

“Mafias and gangs…” He mused, “Aren’t they the same?”

The pencil in your hand stilled. Absolutely not. Gangs were pawns, the mafias in this world were the players. As a little girl, that was the first thing you had learned, how to play chess outside a casual park bench, how to play chess crushing people in your hands as you moved them.

“Like I care.”

“You aren’t scared of these guys at all?”

“Failing class is scary, that,” You gestured to the TV, “Is a cheap haunted house in comparison to the hell of getting a D for my semester grade.”

Jungkook stifled a laugh, “I’m thanking every divine being if I pass, but it’s worth it as opposed to only studying and working.”

You rolled your eyes, “Sorry I’m not a child of the night.” Not anymore, at least.

—-

A few days later exams went well for you, and you finished your semester and had a solid two months off. All was well and it was peaceful in the dead of night.Too bad your body rejected sleep.This week was a big week.

////

“Dad?” You whimpered as a strong hand patted your head to calm you, or soften the blow of what’s to come, “Tell me you didn’t.”

Mun Byungyeol was a rough man who took you in as a young child. His men killed your parents for revenge and a nearly-dead 3-year-old suffering from starvation and cigarette burns was found at the scene. Initially resistant to your arrival, he got right to training you to be the heiress to replace the heir he never received.

He may have been rough, but he was a caring dad, even if you had never been his priority.

Not unless you could be used as currency.

“Y/n, it’s time for us to go,” He sighed, “I let this greed consume me, and I’m afraid it’s begun eating me alive now.”

Your mind couldn’t comprehend his words. The news was drowning out the comfort he attempted to give you. “…such evidence is linking the Moon Corporation to heinous mafia activities painting them as a possible syndicate, but no arrests have been made or criminal investigation on Mun Byungyeol himself, but many workers are being targeted due to possible involvement…”

Everything was dying. All your training was never for anything but fuel for his greed. You should be angry, shocked, appalled, but you weren’t. He’s been cashing out for so long on the blood of his family and foes that you didn’t even flinch when he said it. You did, however, flinch when the whole world highlighted it.

“If I just cash out and retire, we could never live in peace,” He shook his head as he switched off the TV, “But Uncle Byungjoo has a plan that I think might just work, but you and I won’t meet for a few years-”

He was going to abandon it. Cash out one last time, and leave. You were too surprised, you had put an inkling of faith in his heart to love this empire, like a fool. Your eyes widened at the notion of him abandoning you too. All you knew was his presence. All you knew were your father figures, “But the empire-”

“We were never an empire,” His self-loathing clung to each word, “I treated this organization as a bank, a money maker, it was inevitable that the paper I cradled would catch fire.”

You didn’t scream, yell, or cry. At least you hadn’t, yet.“Then who will rule Seoul?” You wondered aloud.

“A real syndicate.”

“Who will stay with me?”

He smiled warmly at you for the third time in your life, “One day, a real human.”

////

You woke up with a start from a bang on the door, but considering the 4 am hour, you chalked it up to city noise. Five years ago today, you saw the match light. In two days, it will have been five years ago you saw the flames engulf your home, your family, and everything you were. Each year, this week was chaos for the city of Seoul. Each day was accompanied by an event that slowly grew more and more above ground. It was almost mocking the past, the surfacing of dirty secrets. Secrets the world knew, but never wanted to see, cowards.

The new syndicate at the top of the kingdom was known as Bangtan to the underground scene, but with a “Group” tacked on after the ominous name, they were also the kings of the business world. They were much better at actually hiding their identities, hence why most average people assumed there was no such syndicate anymore or that the “law” took care of it. As if the “law” wasn’t under the thumb of the kings. 

The only reason you were aware of their presence was because getting out of the game was easy, but you could never fully burn the console.

Another bang on your door startled you out of your thoughts, “I knew I shouldn’t have let you go alone to the bar before such a big day- where are your keys?!” 

An unfamiliar voice spoke through your door.

“Ask, y/n,” Jungkook’s slurred voice rang out in a yell as you flinched at the volume, “Y/n! I need stitches!” 

This wasn’t the first time Jungkook was yelling outside your door, most likely bleeding on your doormat. You never really asked questions, you just patched him up and left him on your couch.

“Is this even your door?! Did you lead me to one of your whore’s places?!”

“Bangtan!” Jungkook chanted in response.

This made you huff as you hopped out of bed in your large t-shirt and shorts and ripped the door open. You were faced with a blonde haired man in a three-piece suit accompanied by a trashed Jungkook with a short, but deep, cut on the corner of his forehead. The blonde-haired handsome man stopped struggling with Jungkook as he looked at you with the most pristine judging face, “Look, just forget we were-”

“Y/n!” Jungkook cheered before he passed out.

“He lives next door,” You remarked flatly, “No, I’m not one of his whores, more like one of his classmates, but I’ve seen those lines get blurred with him a lot, so I understand the assumption,” You looked at his forehead again, “And he does need stitches.”

The man narrowed his eyes, “Do you usually play nurse for him?”

“Only when his blood is dripping on my doormat, for the third time this month,” You angled your head down for the man to see, “Bring him in, you aren’t the first friend of his I’ve met-”

“But-”

“Anymore blood on that mat and I’m making you pay for it, now come on,” You snapped as he walked in and sat Jungkook in a chair around your table. You shut the door as you pulled your first aid kit out, “You have to sit him on the floor or the couch.”He complied to the couch, 

“Why does he-”

“When he wakes up, he attacks whoever is in front of him,” You spoke, preparing the needle and thread, “And I can’t stitch and hold him down at the table,” You explained, settling your knees to lock on both sides of Jungkook’s legs and your elbows pressing on his shoulders.

“Aren’t you scared he’ll hurt you?” The man asked as you began stitching.

You scoffed, “The only thing that scares me are failing grades.” You chuckled, “Plus Jungkook hurting me? Yeah, right. He has the fight of a peanut.”

Eventually, you just went on stitching in silence until the man broke the silence, “Who are you?” The man spoke mid-way through your stitching.

You paused for a moment, “Didn’t you hear Jungkook? I’m y/n, and who are you?”

“None of your concern,” He stated.“You’re bleeding on my hardwood floor, that has me pretty concerned.” You gestured to your hand to show him the small cut on his, “Concerned for my floor I mean.” You clarified, “The other two told me their first names at least.”

You thought back to the much pluckier and grateful Taehyung and Jimin as they smiled at you before taking Jungkook away.

He sighed, “Namjoon-”

You were tying the final knot when Jungkook snapped his eyes open. He immediately dove at you, pushing you to the floor, making the needle in your hand scratch your forearm before you threw it across the room to avoid the tempting notion of stabbing him with it. Namjoon was trying to find an opening to cut in between the struggling as Jungkook was sloppily throwing his fist down and you were moving your head to dodge each blow. Though his moves were sloppy, they were still fast, and Namjoon ended up watching in awe as you fearlessly slammed your forehead on his fresh stitches to make him stop to register the pain. You took advantage of the opening as you effortlessly pinned his arms down with your knees planted on his upper arms, “Jungkook!” You snapped as Namjoon watched his younger friend finally recognize you in his drunken haze.

“Y-Y/n?” He questioned, his tongue thick in his mouth, “You hurt my head- hey, you’re bleeding on my shirt!”

Your arm had a gash the length of a half ruler, it was shallow, but still dripping blood, but you didn’t flinch, “Wonder who made me hurt both my arm and their head, jackass,” You muttered, examining his stitches to make sure the impact didn’t affect the new suture, “And you got your blood on my doormat and my forehead, so let’s call it a draw.”

Namjoon was beginning to suspect you were more than a college student. With the sheer fearlessness and those fighting skills, you had to be something or someone who was anything but a regular student. Upon this realization, he then felt enormous regret wash over him for telling you his name. Yoongi would be livid if the empire was affected by Namjoon’s poor judgment, even in the most minuscule of ways. This string of thoughts prompted his mistake of grasping your wounded forearm to make you stand so he could properly question you. What he didn’t calculate in that movement was the fact that he grasped your fresh cut, which hurt like a bitch. This pain made you bring your other forearm to his neck, pressing firmly into his trachea as his back hit the wall with a bang, “Don’t ever manhandle a lady, Namjoon,” You seethed as you released him, “Care to explain yourself?” 

Namjoon regained his composure, impressed by your reaction time and ability to weaken his pride in such a short matter of seconds, “Who are you?” His tone was rougher in comparison to when he first asked the question.

“None of your concern,” You mocked, “Now take your sloppy friend, an alcohol pad and go-”

Your anger was cut short by a cloth that smelled an awful lot like chloroform engulfing your senses and releasing you from consciousness.