#my anxiety is calling me cringe but ITS FINE IM FINE

[lemonvolley]

Very special gift for @photosyntheticspace ! I decided to reread No One Left Behind and that combined with mellon_soup is how we get stuff like this

[krmzyn]

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~ Hii!! Welcome to my blog <3

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I’m Salem, but feel free to call me any of my DRselves names!

This blog is mostly for me to focus on shifting, though LOA/manifesting and lucid dreaming have also been pretty high up there for me atm!

I’m completely fine with any questions from anyone (shifters, non-shifters, even antis), just please be respectful. This inculudes questions about my first shift, but I prefer not to talk about it, but I might answer some 💟 (please send asks i love answering questions /lh)

Note: I’m formatting this on mobile and am pretty new to tumblr so. i literally have no clue what im doing 😇

Double note: This is gonna be like. the only formatted post on my page. I absolutely cba and most of my posts r probably just gonna be like. shitposting 😚

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About me!

Again, hi, I’m Salem, but you lot can call me any of my DR names <3

My pinterest is cvbereal!!

They/Them pronouns, I don’t care too much about them though

I’m chronically British 🧍‍♂️ Also genetically a little Irish 😇 (also bst/gmt timezone 😚)

I crawled here from Tiktok. I use wayyy too much tiktok slang 😚 I also rlly appreciate tone tags being used!

15, Scorpio & audhd!

Genuinely a little stupid. Just a lil bit.

I also do art!! Idk if I’ll really post it here but. yah 💟

I have pretty bad social anxiety and general anxiety issues, so I don’t really socialise online that much <3

Likes & Dislikes!

I LOVE cats with my entire soul <33 Also honestly animals in general.

I hate mint. Its just sososoo eww 😇

I like the sciences 😚 (biology >>> chemistry > physics. fight me /j)

I really don’t like step ladders 😭 I’m stood there wobbling like a dog on a cat tower I just can’t with them

I love candles n incense a lot!! I have this adorable little tea light holder that’s like a little tree with birds and these little cages for the tea lights and I just ADORE it smsmsmm <3

I hate walking around barefoot 😭 Like idm the idea of it but its just like. u never know whats been on those floors >:( Also carpets feel ew

I like rambling about my drs and random stuffs I like 😇

I don’t like bacon. The little fat bits are all stringy and its just sososo bleh

I love a bunch of the ‘cringe’ kid roblox games. Like adopt me (bc collecting just makes me feel mwah) and royale high (mostly for christmas atp bc. I have feelings abt it 😇) and pet sim, also others. I shiny hunt on pokemon ultra moon as well! (I have a grudge against shiny lugia but i love it /lh)

(I was trying to do a like-dislike kinda pattern but iii cant think of anymore dislikes shshh) I like doing legos and oragami occasionally! I just enjoy being able to do stuff with my hands 😚

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My DRs (in order. maybe.)

Note: NONE of my DRs have traumatic or violent events. Any with that stuff as main plot points has either been altered or is some kind of AU. Made that mistake once, not making it again <3

- CoD (COD SHIFTERS PLEASE R U GUYS THERE?? 😭)

- Altered OR

- ATSV

- FNAF

- Demon Slayer / KNY

- Pokémon

- Rick & Morty

- SCP

- Backrooms

- MHA (mixed on it atm)

- Supernatural (considering & trynna figure out some kinda au 🧍‍♂️)

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My current manifestations!

My shifting journal!!

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That’s about it!! Ty for reading and I hope you guys enjoy my posts 😚

-Love, Sal <3

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Last shift: ~2021 Shifted 1x

Last ‘minishift’: ? Minishifted ~3x

Last lucid dream: ? Lucid dreamed 1x

[tboyfrnkiero]

spooky-demolition-lover -> faggy-euronymous -> tmascfrnkiero -> tboyfrnkiero

my name n pronouns fluctuate A LOT currently its bishop + judas + dionysus + ethan n it/its + he/him my pronouns.page is @faggy.tragician (its not letting me link waahhhh) if u want a more general name + pronouns list (also ill probably update that 1st when it changes) (all names n pronouns listed on there r ok to use btw, the ones listed here r js slightly preferred)

im a femme genderqueer fagdyke n a white northern (mix of all scandinavian countries)/western (mostly ukraine) european secular jew w a (kinda??) mixed religious upbringing (my dads christian n my moms jewish) ^-^

tag stuff: i only tw for image/video-based stuff, n i format it like "___ warning" (ex: flashing warning) (i have shit memory so unless theres an image/video there to remind me that "hey theres smth triggering here" i wont remember it, sorry). my yapping tag is #the bat speaks. if you have the money, check out my #palestine fundraiser tag or #sudan fundraiser tag and donate some money to some1 there! vampire tag: #🦇, music tag: #📼, cannibalism/body parts/skeletons/stuff in that vein (pun intended :3) tag: #🫀 (ed im sorry for stealing these), art tag: #🎨, vent tag (will include vent posts both by me n other ppl): #���

this blog is for everything. also plz send asks i <3 asks!!

i have 1 other blog: @tboyfrnkiero-music-listening (blog where ill post what im listening to when i feel like it)

if u wanna cancel some random mentally ill queer teenager here u go ^-^ (sry this is so long it turns out im a very opinionated faggot):

transmisandry is real n important to talk abt (n so is transmisogyny, exorsexism, intersexism, n transmultiphobia)

all mentally ill ppl deserve help if we want it. yes this includes the "scary" ones. ppl w pds, addicts, psychotic ppl. ALL mentally ill ppl. u cant js decide a person is inherently evil bc of smth they cant control. n if a mentally ill person doesnt want help we still deserve basic respect ("basic respect" includes not forcing us to get help btw. like yes u can try to motivate ur friends to get help!! thats fine!! js dont force us n if we tell u to stop u fucking stop)

all radfems should fuck off n die. even the trans "inclusive" (lmao) ones

mainstream feminism sucks n doesnt pay attention to poc, trans ppl, intersex ppl, n disabled ppl enough. yall gotta stop focusing on white perisex cis abled women

live and let live, cringe culture fucking sucks

"leftists" being like "mental health matters!" but not being able to handle ppl w anything except for seasonal depression n mild anxiety is a genuine problem (n ofc the seasonal depression n mild anxiety havers mustnt complain, bc 1. ur annoying me!! n 2. other ppl have it worse!! (despite the fact u dont care abt the ppl who have it worse but wtv))

having homicide fantasies doesnt make u a bad person. even if theyre not intrusive thoughts n u wanna have them

no kink/fetish is morally bad (none of them. not even that rly fucked up 1 u js thought of). no kink/fetish "belongs" to a group of ppl. making ur own ver of a kink/fetish isnt "copying"

"contradicting" labels r amazing n very fun to have (ex: afab transfem, amab transmasc, lesboy, gaygirl, lesgay)

it/its arent inherently dehumanizing n refusing to call some1 who uses it/its it is transphobic

neopronouns n xenogenders r amazing n very fun to have

fakeclaimers should die

liking a piece of media doesnt mean you agree w the creator(s) abt everything

a (cis) man liking feminine things doesnt mean theyre a (trans) woman n a (cis) woman liking masculine things doesnt mean theyre a (trans) man. thats js gender stereotypes w trans colors painted onto it

intersex ppl talking abt their issues arent transphobic or terfs oh my fucking god

proship but the actual meaning n not what antis think it means. i dont believe ppl should b harassed for ships (esp considering a lot of comshippers r traumatized teens. they need mental help not online harassment campaigns)

free palestine 🇵🇸 free sudan 🇸🇩 free congo 🇨🇩 free haiti 🇭🇹

callout culture is 👎

purity culture is 👎

if u saw some1 shoplift no u didnt (unless theyre a cop)

every1 belongs at pride (except for cops)

i have an airbuds the @ is @batraybat the display name is 🦇 ray 🦇 n the pfp is the pic of gee under here add me on there if u wanna stalk my music listening my spotify has the same pfp n the name is also 🦇 ray 🦇 also heres my discord talk to me plz

bands/artists i have a spotify playlist dedicated to: leathermøuth, pencey prep

goodbye heres the picture of gerard way :3

[lemonade-luvr]

I MEAN THATS AS FAR AS I KNOW. to be fair all i’ve heard abt it is You fucking hallucinate shit .thats literally it .

where the fuck did i get the idea you were having hallucinations then......... hmmm. however, i also dont get many hallucinations! at least not visual ones. im much more privy to tactile and auditory stuff!

im gonna infodump. autistic style. and if i accidentally desstroy your worldview, im so sorry. you have been warned.

IT GOT REALLY LONG SORRY FUCKKKKKKKK

schizophrenia is actually very similar to an autism diagnosis! at least from an outside perspective. it comes with flat tone and struggles with facial expressions and all that jazz! it can also make it really hard to think and leads to a very scattered mind??? idk how to describe it . because of the . well we call it brain scramble! i think its called something like word salad though.

the main defining thing about schizophrenia is the presence of psychosis, which is further defined by hallucinations, delusions and paranoia o^_^o

hallucinations CAN include seeing stuff that isnt there, though thats a really simple understanding of visual hallucinations. the visual hallucinations i tend to get are stuff in the corner of my eye and the walls kinda.. Shifting. nothing immediately distressing. but i know there are people with way more scarier things going on.

auditory hallucinations are something i experience a lot more, and theyre just.. hearin stuff that wasnt ever there. my brain loves the discord notification sound and like. splatoon sound effects. sometimes i hear someone yell the body's name!

there are also tactile hallucinations which is feeling a sensation that wasnt real. we get these ones the most. a good example isssss well rn im getting The Bugs. like buddy theres no bugs here you are feeling hair probably and yet even then i still feel it eugh eugh eugh. our headmates can make use of our tactile hallucinations to give me pats on the head though, which is nice o^_^o

delusions are simply believing something that isnt true wholeheartedly. i dont reallly like to share mine because im scared of people playing into them or thinking theyre cringe BUT i will share that we have fully believed ourselves to be in future london before. which is really fucking funny you are allowed to think this is funny. we are in the wrong country for that buddy. you can be fully aware that somethiing isnt true and still believe it! its fucked up! they should make that illegal. these are the mind killer i hate these little bastardsssssss... delusions are very versatile. its also like thinking mundane things are signs.... theres a lot to say on delusions.

paranoia is the one thats really easy to comprehend its just intense and unfounded anxiety. me when i overthink everything to death. me when everyone on the bus knows im gay.

also it makes it really hard to Word Shit. sometimes i cannot comprehend the english language despite it being the only one i fucking know. On that Topic. Sorry if this is Incomprehensible. i actually genuinely Cannot Tell. its usually fine but sometimes i just feel like i cant get ANYTHING across correctly.

impaired motor coordination is also a thing? which makes it hard for me to type sometimes and also do things like, idk, drink my monster energy without spilling it and pissing off charles. sorry charles. damn. UH theres also a lot of repetitive behaviours, and catatonia. it can come with memory issues and FATIGUE BIIIIITCH and BUDDY am i FEELING the fatigue today. AUGH AUGH AUGH.

oki think thats all i have to say on the matter unless u have questions

i feel so fucking nuts right now i dont know if its the rush of i just got to infodump or if im manic :sosonormal: <you are manic <thanks babygirl in my head. god i hope this is comprehensible

ONE TWENTY ONE GUNS 💥

[sunshineshifts]

gonna focus on my Flash/Arrowverse DR in this :)

Part 1:

⭑its a TV show!!

⭑I did, one of the major things I scripted is that several characters didn't die - like Barry's dad, Caitlin's dad, and Cisco's brother. Bc if I can why not make it so my friends have their family members in their lives???

⭑Hang out with the team!!! I want to have fun with my friends, like karaoke, arcades, movies, random walks around the city at midnight!! I'm also looking forward to being a superhero and getting to help people

⭑hm.. I'm not sure? casual, maybe? if that makes sense?

⭑STAR LABS!!!!!! I am so excited to get to see what the place looks like... to actually physically stand in the cortex or the lounge or the speed lab... and to explore all the rooms not featured in the show, I mean, it's a giant place there's gotta be so much cool stuff

⭑i dont have a lot of scenarios scripted yet, but one I do have is when I ask my best friend out!! I'm kinda like "hey. do you want to go out sometime" and he's like "sure why are you so nervous we hang out all the time" and I reply "no I meant like a date..." and he goes "yeah I know I just wanted to mess with you" <3

⭑action is tapping the back of my hand three times.. and safe word... my safe word is poggers... it has been since I got into shifting.. I like the word and I can slip it into conversation surprisingly easily. and it only works if I intend it to work which is good because I actually say it a lot.. do not attack me for being cringe I know </3 (I am cringe but I am free /ref)

Part 2:

⭑Daniel Hartman! actually this reminded me I should pick a middle name huh...

⭑same as in my OR but like. less mentally ill sort of??? like I still have my social and general anxiety and ADHD and probable autism but they don't negatively effect me as much as they do here.

⭑im taller than here bc god I hate being short, I think I scripted like 5'8"?? and my hair is blond bc a) easier to dye and b) being called blondie by my s/o....

⭑I don't have a voice claim, I have like.. some idea of what I sort of sound like, because I don't want to sound like I do here since my voice is fem, but I want a unique voice, y'know? not one I've heard in my OR

⭑I don't have a lot of backstory stuff planned rn it's mostly just like. my life has been really similar to my life here. but this makes me want to come up with fun facts...

Part 3:

⭑I don't remember actually?? maybe tiktok?? I literally have no idea

⭑I don't remember, it was years ago

⭑I haven't been it any DRs yet but I think Ive shifted to places really similar to my OR, like my neighbours house was red and then one day it was white and my family insists it's always been white

⭑I don't have any favorites

⭑^^

⭑raven method maybe?? but the one that's gotten my closest to shifting is actually no method, just thinking about my DR and what I'm excited for in it, or as if I'm there already

⭑thinking abt my friends there and watching the actual show ..

⭑hmm.. do what feels right to you! follow your heart. and also you don't need to script out every little detail, but it's also fine if you do want to!

A challenge for Reality Shifters!

Reblog this post & answer these questions, you can totally skip whichever ones you want, this is just because I like hearing about other people's DRs .:)

Part 1: Your DR

What is your DR? Is it a TV show, a movie, a book, or maybe an original situation?

If your DR is based on pre-existing media, did you change anything, or did you add any details?

What are you most excited to do when you shift there?

How would you describe your DR's aesthetic?

What is your favorite place in your DR?

If you scripted scenarios, which one is your favorite?

What is your safe word/action?

Part 2: Your DR-self

What is your name in your DR?

Who are you in your DR? What are your defining traits?

What do you look like in your DR?

What do you sound like in your DR?

What's an interesting fact about your DR-self?

Part 3: Your shifting journey

How did you first find out about shifting?

What was your first shifting attempt like?

If you've shifted in the past, what was your favorite part of your DR?

If you like to use online meditations, which are your favorites?

If you like to use online subliminals, which are your favorites?

What is your favorite shifting method?

What is something that gives you motivation to shift?

What is one piece of advice you would give to other shifters?

the end :)

[ibolyafagyi]

im just a gworl and lets call it what it is my mind is tormenting meee

i finished my first week interning and it didnt go badly and also i am overwhelmed and so tired, so why is my mind racing with this work stuff? its so fucking difficult being hyperfocused on tasks and pleasing people. i hate that im balancing my need for rest/4 day work week so i can go to therapy with the deep deep unrelenting and larger than me gut urge to do well and match the speed (ppl be coming in on SUNDAYS) and i hate that other people tell me to assert myself cuz im not paid that well like its EASY and i hate that my work friends (diff dept.) are like wow you need to calm down its fine becuase their need to calm me down registers as Another outside impulse that i need to fix myself up, pulls me in another direction --- while i appreciate their care, how am i supposed to not stack this on the care pile?

i hate that i care but i know that its my biggest strength also 😭 i hate that i cannot just switch to not caring after clocking out, i am not getting paid nearly enough for this. i remember and cringe at minute interactions and wrack my brain for ways to do better and my mind just cant let it go. "this is your purpose now, you have to do well" and doing well means anxiety and hyperfocus

i wanted a purpose but i dont want this

and my mind wanders to other places too, like ill miss out on time w my loved ones (my bf) by being seven to six at work, then summer ends and fall semester starts and ill be doing shit and then preparing shit for the exchange semester and then and then and then and he will be disappointed in me and we cant spend time together (anxious attachment) and i havent texted back that friend still and i need to write to my therapist that i cant go next week but i need to talk to her for MY NEEDS which are also in a weird way an external need enforced on me to not be so weird and panicky, but I CANT talk to her anyways

i get advice like i have to take care of myself and find myself and hold onto myself and assert myself and shit but HOW. WHAT does that even mean. i couldnt do it when i wasnt busy, i cant do it now. my mind is empty and i mostly think im just a shell for average qualities and withering passions towards anything other than the stronger than steel determination to make people say i do things well and im capable.

[cruelsister-moved]

I'm the anon who sent those 2 messages about anxiety to sex and I gotta tell you, you helped me so much, and your friends notes too. My heart is at ease, I was really spiraling and when that happens I think of rushed decisions (thinking of paid sex for example lol) so now I realized I just need to chill and if it happens it happens.

ur welcome ^_^ i get the feeling of behind left out or behind or embarrassed so hopefully it helps a lot to know that a lot of other people are the exact same and it's really not an issue you need to fix as long as u are happy <3

[blooming-violets]

this could be totally something that you dont want to write which is totally fine as this is a pretty specific situation but im having a lot of anxiety because i was recently diagnosed with a chronic illness that really should have been diagnosed at least 15 years ago, im now going through hospital appointments and scans and its all so scary as what i have can be life threatening, i have a scan on tuesday which im nervous about and depending on the results of that i will possibly be needing a brain scan sooner than anticipated.it sounds so corny but having someone in my life that was supportive and understanding of the stress that this causes would be such a breath of fresh air. currently my mum is coming with me to my appointments despite me being 19 but she's very much in denial about the whole thing and wont talk about it. sounds cringe af but i want an irl peter parker to be there with me through it all.

Okay this message hit me really hard. I feel for you so much. When I was 16 I was diagnosed with cancer. It should have been an easy cancer to deal with (if you can call any cancer easy) but apparently I had been living with it since I was a toddler. Despite having random weird health issues all my life, it was never caught until I was 16. So it was in really late stages and I needed a lot of really invasive treatments for the next few years of my life. It's something that, at 30, I am still dealing with the lasting effects of all the treatments I had. I used so much music and books and shows and movies to help me escape. It helps so much to fall into your own imagination and fully embrace your fantasies during that time. I promise you, it is not at all cringe. If you have a comfort character, use them. Let them fill up all your thoughts until you've complete dissociated from all the medical shit going on around you. I used to walk through the hospital halls to whatever appointment I had and 100% imagined my favs being there with me. It's not weird. I mean, maybe it is, but being weird is a good thing.

If I can help in any way, I will! I'm absolutely going to write this. If you want I can add you to a tag list when I post it or I can just link it back to this message. I didn't want to wait to answer though because I feel very strongly about this and about people's comfort characters and using Peter to make someone feel less alone is my favorite thing.

I have to work until 7 tonight but when I get home, I'll start working on it right away! I'm pushing this one to the top of my list of works to complete.

I hope you get good news and I'll be thinking about you! If you ever need more Peter comfort, never be afraid to let me know, I'd be more than happy to write anything for you (or anyone).

[woolydemon]

what are your thoughts on blurr?

I HAVE... MANY OF THEM. This is gonna be a long one (also im assuming ur talking abt tfa blurr)

First impression

I was just scrolling though the TFA tags before finishing my first watch of the show (bc... I'm like that I guess. I am willing to spoil myself stuff just so I can see fanart of them before I finish the show </3) and OF COURSE I saw him.

I immediately was like "OH,, HIS DESIGN IS FUN,," and he was a lil hyped up for me based on how ppl are like "look at this lil cute boy <33!!!!!"

Impression now

He's... not a "lil cute boy <33". But thank goodness he isn't bc I love him for that.

hearing his voice for the first time caught me off guard since ppl were drawing him.. In a certain way that doesn't quite indicate how much of a cringe nerd he actually is. He's just such a weirdo!! And thank god for that!! I wouldn't want him any other way, also I related heavily to his talking habits that's where the roots of kinning happened </3

What's also cool is that he is still kinda badass while still definitely being such a dweeb, like he ran across the galaxy!!! How did he do that??? Fucked up. Also despite being somewhat eccentric, he is definitely one of the most level headed characters on the show and that's just a fun concept to me :]

Favorite moment

probably all 13 minutes he appears in the show?????? (listen. i like him a lot)

like idk even his appearances in Velocity are interesting bc like... What is he thinking while all of this is happening.

is frothing at the mouth with rage at being controlled like a remote control toy car?? Is he freaking out over the fact he almost killed bumblebee?? is he impressed by how bee was able to quickly access situations and respond accordingly to them?? The possibiwittys..

but aside from that i just love seeing blurr being blurr at any moment, I give him full permission to infodump at all times

(also i love seeing him banter with bumblebee, wish we got more of that dynamic but alas </3)

Idea for a story

ooogh... i got some ideas.

I love seeing stories abt him dealing with the cube trauma but sometimes I think about what if he just went over to shockwave in prison and lashes out at him but in the end it just. Doesn't make him feel better and he's like "WOW. THIS SUCKS I NEED THERAPY"

Then there's an AU I've been thinking of where Blurr joins the crew from the start bc Ultra Magnus wanted someone to keep direct tabs on Optimus for him (and also intel didn't want to deal with him anymore so they just willingly sent him away </3) then u explore how he fits into the crew now (bonus points if he actually joins illegal street racing on his own terms this time, and then bee finds out and is like "dude what the fuck". There's reasons for this of course- this didnt come outta nowhere)

Then there's all the blurrbee fics that are in my brain, but the one I find rlly fun and interesting is Blurr gets forced to have a partner bc the cube incident and of course he's like "no!! I want to avoid social interaction bc i have social anxiety problems" but he looks at the list of new elite guard members for him to mentor and he sees. Bumblebee on that list. Apparently Bee's got the chops to be a really good scout, plus his reputation as a member of Team Prime made them willing to accept him into the Elite Guard. So now Bee is mentored by Blurr and is also Blurr's emotional support bot, plus they go on fun adventures and fall in love <3 good for them

Unpopular opinion

as I've said.. blurrs not a "lil cute boy". He's not some pushover!!! he's immensely stubborn and does not let willingly let anything get in his way!! He is also super intolerant of bullshit so he's probably going to shut down any of that before it gets out of hand

also while i do rlly like the idea of longarm and Blurr being friends, I think it's rlly funny if they were bitter workplace rivals and constantly going back and forth being extremely passive aggressive while maintaining professionalism. Like how blurr was sent to earth by longarm before he was able to get his breakthrough on the Flipsides case!! I imagine that conversation being like

Longarm: hello agent Blurr, I know you have been dedicating a lot of time and energy in figuring out who amongst the entertainment guild could possibly be a sleeper agent but I'm afraid I will have to postpone that by sending you in earth to monitor Optimus prime and his crew uwu

blurr: oh. .. thats. Completely fine sir. *Cuts to him later banging his head against the wall*

Favorite relationship

hmm.. I wonder whats my favorite relationship with Blurr in it?????? wat a mystery.. /j

OK Yeah. Its Blurrbee. I'm just so in love with their dynamic in the show and also what ISNT in the show. There's actually this bit in the Allspark Almanac where Blurr talks about how he thinks of Bumblebee as slightly annoying but has his heart in the right place and??? That's so sweet?? Blurr genuinely has a good opinion of Bee from the start and respects him which is. Very different from how a lot of other bots see Bumblebee.

I'm just saying, blurrbee dynamics ARE THERE and they are INTERESTING!!! Please think abt them please think abt them plea

Favorite headcanon

I think Blurr is very defensive of any friends he manages to actually have. Like he cares abt ppl like Wheelie and Dug Base A LOT.

You can call him a weirdo all you want, he doesn't care. But you start making fun of how Wheelie or Dug Base talk?? Ur gonna face his righteous fury!!!!!! He will end ur life and I might not be joking about this

[petite-ely]

Afraid // JJ Maybank

two - the calm after the storm

Pairing: JJ Maybank x fem routledge! reader

Warnings: bad language (as usual), underage drinking, fear of drowning and deep waters, mention of a hurricane, probably some mistakes too lol

Description: After the surge hit the island, the pogues decide to enjoy a nice day out on the hms pogue, until they find something unusual hidden in the marsh.

A/n : hey there buckaroos, I know I just posted the previous part but I felt so bad for not updating sooner. So here ya go. Hope you like it :)

Previously next

Afraid masterlist

Song recommendation:

There was always something really weird about the day right after a hurricane. It was like that feeling when you know something isn’t right but can’t quite put your finger on it, at least that’s what it was like for y/n. She found those days both extremely stressful and relaxing at the same time. As a child she never had to worry about the stressful part, but as someone who lived alone with two teenage boys and no adults, it was pretty nerve racking. She used to wake up really late on those days, enjoying the silence and comfort that reigned inside the Château. It was not something she did anymore.

When big John disappeared, John B and her had to learn how to take care of themselves. And that also meant becoming more responsible. So here she was, at 9:30 in the morning, standing in the fruit aisle of the grocery store, debating whether to buy cherries or peaches.

Fuck it, she thought putting both in her shopping cart.

You see living without parents at 16 also brought a thing called learning things the hard way. For example, if ever there’s a big storm or hurricane hitting your town and there’s a chance of the power being cut, you have to go grocery shopping before. Otherwise you have only two options. Either wake up at the butt crack of dawn and hunt down which grocery store is still open (and that’s only if no one else raided it before you ). Or you have to survive on the only things still good in your pantry - probably molded bread and peanut butter- until the nearest store opens.

Y/n being the intelligent teenager she was, decided to go with option one. So she woke up super early, wrote a note for her brother - which he probably wouldn’t even see, carefully attached a cooler to back of her bicycle and made her way into town. It was now almost two hours later. She had finished buying the necessities for the next few days and had already put all the perishable things inside her cooler and taped it shut so it wouldn’t spill its content onto the road.

She looked at her phone quickly. The hurricane had not only taken away the power but also the cell service towers. Which meant she couldn’t contact any of her friends at the moment. A sigh leaving her lips, she made her way to Kie’s house, hoping the other pogues hadn’t already picked her up.

“Hey, girlie,” her friend greeted as she turned into the driveway. “Hey, cutie,” y/n responded, placing her bike against the side of the house. “The pogues haven’t come by yet?”

“Nope, it’s just you and me for now. Come, we’ll go chat one the deck until they come.” Kiara motioned to the dock further away. “So, how bad is it at the chateau?”

“Oh you know, the usual,” she sat down beside Kiara, “no power, leaking roof, the yard is pretty dirty too, oh and I think a tree fell down.”

“Yikes.”

The two girls looked away in the distance as they heard the sound of a boat engine approaching them. “I think that’s our ride.”

Y/n saw her brother nudge JJ’s arm and point at her. “See, I told you she’d be here.”

“I left you a note, dumbass, didn’t know you couldn’t read anymore,” she put her cooler and her backpack onto the boat before getting in. “I went to get food for the week so we wouldn’t, you know, starve.” JJ snickered at her comment.

“Well, good morning to you too, y/n/n.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Here’s your breakfast, you greedy cow.” She tossed him a breakfast burrito. It was still warm and fresh, bringing a tasty smell in the air as it flew from y/n’s hand to her brother’s.

“Hey, no need for such words, I was only being polite.” Stated John B. “Thank you, for feeding me, my dearest sister.” Y/n cringed at his horrible impression of a British accent.

Just as she was going to make a joke about it, she noticed something sticky on her arm. Turning her head to the front of the boat, her eyes landed on JJ. He was, once again, trying his stupid beer trick, which failed and only resulted in splashing alcohol everywhere but in his mouth.

As she heard all of her friends complain about his behaviour, she decided it was enough and got up. She was about to take the bottle out of the blond’s hand, when the boat crashed into something. The impact had been hard enough to eject JJ out of the boat and make him fall right into the marsh.

“Ugh,” y/n groaned loudly. Since she had been standing when the boat stopped, she had tripped and fell into a very uncomfortable position. She had landed butt first on the hard metal edge of the boat, hitting her thigh at the same time.

“Jesus, Pope!” Kie said from where she was seated.

“You okay, JJ?”

“I think my heels touched the back of my head.” Usually, this kind of remark would have made y/n laugh, or even smile, but right now, she was not in the mood for laughter.

“Is everyone else okay? Y/n? Kie?” John B offered his hand to his friend. “Yeah, I’m good.”

“I think I broke my ass,” y/n winced as pain shot in her leg. “God, I never knew I was that flexible.”

The girl untangled her legs from the unnatural position they were forced into and reached for the cooler, taking a beer bottle inside. To minimize the pain she walked in a penguin-like way, taking very small steps. She must have looked very ridiculous doing so due to the weird look Pope gave her. She hissed as the cold of the bottle hit her leg. “What even was that?”

“Sandbar. The channel changed .” JJ swam back towards the hms. “No shit.” “Ugh this is probably gonna mess this whole place up.”

Pope approached the end of the boat, looking down with confusion painted on his face. “Guys,” his eyebrows scrunched even more, his eyes focusing on something hidden in the depth of the water. “I think there’s a boat down there.”

“Shut up.” “What?” “No way.” “Uh?” Y/n furrowed her eyebrows and looked down at the spot where Pope’s gaze was fixed. To her surprise there was actually a boat there, sunken and stuck into a pile of sand.

“Oh my god.” She looked back at her friends behind her. “He’s right!” She focused her attention back to the boat, trying to catch details of it. A thought crossed her mind. Could it be? No, it couldn’t. It wasn’t possible. There was no way that was her father’s boat down there, right?

“Guys.. Is this?” Y/n looked at her brother, he had thought the same thing as her. “It’s a boat!” Pope shouted with excitement.

“Holy shit he’s right, let’s go!”

Y/n’s friends all rushed to remove their clothes and jumped into the water. They seemed so excited. A small feeling of anxiety grew in the pit of her stomach. She felt left out, but at the same time she was scared. She practically knew the marsh like the back of her hand and yet she couldn’t help but worry. She looked down at the boat, it was way too far, she could never swim that deep.

The girl winced as she sat on the tip of the boat. She was looking at her four friends, their figures slowly shrinking as they swam deeper. When she looked at them it seemed so easy. Here they were swimming so carelessly. Why couldn’t that be her. Maybe one day she’d get over her phobia, but for now, it seemed impossible.

She let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding when the heads of her friends reappeared at the surface. She could hear them talk with excitement, but they were too far for her to understand exactly what they were saying. Clearly, they had found something.

“You guys found anything cool?” She offered her hand to Kie. “It’s a Grady White,” JJ shook his wet hair. “A new one of these is like 500 Gs easy.”

“It’s a primo rig.”

“Yeah, that’s the boat I saw when I surfed the surge.” JB added, making his sister’s smile disappear. “Maybe it hit the jetty or something.”

“You surfed the surge?” Kiara’s tone dripped with worry. “What the heck.” Her voice lowered down as she spoke those last few words. “That’s my boy! Pogue style!” JJ encouraged, giving a slight pat to John’s back.

Y/n frowned at his words. “Please don’t encourage him, J.” She crossed her arms on her chest. “It was a very stupid thing to do.”

“Wait, wait. Do we even know whose boat it is?” “No, but we’re about to find out.”

“Wait ,” y/n gripped her brother’s arm, “ are you sure it’s safe?” “Yeah dude, it’s too deep.”

John B bent down to pick up the anchor from the compartment where it was kept. “Only for the weak and feeble JJ.” “Well, I’m not resuscitating you I’m just making that clear.”

“That’s fine.” He turned to his sister, who was looking at him with worried eyes. “Please be safe, okay bird?” She was using the nickname their father had given him when they were younger. She barely used it anymore, so he knew she was really worried.

“I promise,” he nudged her shoulder softly, “little bug.” “Diver down, fool.”

“Diver down.”

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Predilection | Chapter Two.

Pairing : Jikook x Reader [Feat. Taehyung]

Words: 3.5k

Genre: Angst, eventual Smut, fluff 

Warnings : explicit wording

Description: you want him, he wants you, but he also wants him, and him wants you- but him hurt you. So You hate him.

———

“So how’d it go?” Your best friend slings his bag over the chair next you.

You were spending your last free day in the school’s library to finish up on some homework and you couldn't help but feel bummed out. Before you had made the depressing decision to cram every note you’d managed to take in the last few days, you finally made the wise decision to seek out your professor and request a new housing like Taehyung suggested.

Your head rises from the open notebook, eyes squinted and your hair tied up in a messy bun, because you hated when it fell on your face as you read. You felt extremely tired, no thanks to the lack of sleep you got from your sudden anxiety and Taehyung’s slightly worried expression told you that maybe you looked worse than you felt.

“Huh?” you rasped sitting up.

“ I said how did it go? Y’know, operation ‘get rid of fuck boy duo’ ?” He raises a hand to pull a stubborn strand of hair behind your ear, a small desperate smile gracing his features.

You furrowed your brows in return, your eyes narrowing in on him when you start to notice his flustered state. He was sweaty, His hair was wild, lips swollen, and the dark purplish hue that was stuck on his collarbone made its appearance once he shuffled to take off a sweater you’ve never seen before.

“Oh right! Let's see..-he said no.” you pouted and shrugged at him. “I’m sorry Ms. y/n, but it's just too late for that. I’m sure all of you will pull through...That. That was his response.”

The look tae returns, only reminds you of the one you made when you received your rejection. Even when you’ve tried over and over to convince the man of the unhealthy nature that stood between you three, he would only continue to insist that you solve it on your own. It only left you with no choice but to accept your tragic fate.

“So he’s making you stay with Captain hook and Tinkerbell?! Thats fucking crazy-” he starts to rant, his anger spiking too high for the atmosphere. you didn't like whenever he got worked up like that, so you attempt to change the subject at hand.

“Tae the only thing that seems to be crazy right now, is how you came late to our study date, looking as if you’ve just ran a marathon.” you quirked your brow and if you thought that the man had seemed flustered before, then his face must’ve felt as hot as the sun by now. His cheeks went from a pinkish hue to completely red and you couldn't help but to simply giggle at his expense.

“Alright …” you stretched in your seat before turning towards him “who was it?”.

He glances away nervously from you, his bottom lip caught in between his teeth. You could say on some level you were completely shocked. Over all your years of friendship you’ve never known your best friend to be shy about spilling his latest activities with you and that included telling you who's poor soul it was. You knew that it had been awhile since he’s had sex and he hasnt really taken an interest anyone-...wait.

“Oh my god…” your eyes widen. The excitement in your voice makes him look up at you. A mixture of curiosity and fear seen within his eyes because he somewhat knew you had already figured it out. There was only one person he couldn't bring himself to act cool in front of and that was none other than- You look around, eyes searching for anyone who might be listening when you turn back to him and mouth ‘Min yoongi?’

Taehyung cringes before groaning out of frustration.

“I just wanted to talk!! How was I supposed to know he would fall for my hot ass-” he cries out dramatically until someone from afar has shushes him. He then sends a nasty glare towards their direction, only to come back towards you to finish “ and I didnt fuck anyone sadly, … I made out with them.”

“You mean him’ as in Min Yoongi?” you try to correct and get a better answer with full smirk on your face.

Taehyung pouts for a bit. “ You know I find other people attractive besides him.” he mumbles “ anyways don't you remember? I was a complete dumb bitch the last time I talked to him. I turned him down to talk about living arrangements-”.

Suddenly he sits up from his slouching position a shocked expression on his face as if he had just realized something.“Oh shit!” He springs forward.

“What? What's happening?” You shuffle back a little, scared by how frantic he looks all of a sudden.

“ I-I’ve got to go. I-I completely forgot that I’m going to be staying with my crush for an entire week!” he says quickly standing up from his chair and you watch as he quickly reaches for all of his items.

“Hey! where are you going? You just got here” you say a bit saddened by the sudden departure. He grabs his bag, slinging it back up onto his shoulders and comes to land a gentle kiss on your temple. He does this sweet gesture and begins to sprint away before you could say anything else-but not forgetting to yell “I need to pack cuter clothes for Yoongi hyung! Bye!”. you sit there in your spot only shaking your head in return.

“Um hello?” a light voice comes from your side.

With a deep smile still being placed onto your features, you don't pay no mind to it. You were still too busy watching your friend’s retreating figure as he rushes away from your teasing of his crush. While he may not have audibly confirmed who the handsy culprit was, his face certainly did and all you wanted to do, was gush for him.

“Right. I’m dumb and Im just gonna go fuck myself now…” the same voice chimes behind you again, except all confidence before had completey vanished and you finally noticed.

“Wait huh?” you then ask turning around from your spot only to be met with another retreating figure that had it’s hoodie up.

From first glance you could almost assume that they were someone you had seen before. Their walk, their shape, and maybe even just the way they were carrying themselves with grace - it all seemed too familiar to you and Immediately you feel guilty from their words. It sounded as if they had gathered so much strength to talk to you and all you did was Ignore their attempt.

Your head throbbed, eyes were droopy and you wanted nothing more than to go take a nice nap in your bed after all that studying. It had been approximately 3 hours since taehyung had left you to your own presence and you still wondered who the mystery figure was that tried to talk to you earlier.

You’re leaning over in your chair, your bag in front of you as you packed up your remaining items. Your eyes trains on the overstuffed case, when a white object is set down in front of your view. You snap slightly towards it, your mind immediately registering it as a small coffee to-go cup.

“Still spending your life in the library I see, huh nerd?” the voice comes out a bit hoarse as if it’s owner wasn't usually one to speak. But they did and you knew they did -but only to the ones they cared about. Funny that at one point it used to be you...

You could've grabbed everything and got up, hell you could have taken the damn coffee and chucked it at the miserable man that dare to speak to you as if everything was fine. But of course, because you were so damn weak and you couldn't control the shock that had you in it’s vice grip, you look up to the handsomely dark male that once called himself your best friend.

“Jungkook?” You breathed. Swallowing thickly, in your now suddenly dry throat. His tall yet lean figure, shifts slightly from hearing his name come out of your mouth and he simply sends you a small nod in return.

“Y/n.” he greets.

Jungkook wasn't surprised at the frown that immediately comes onto your face and he also wasn't surprised that you didn't notice his little peace offering.

“What are you doing here?” Was the exact question he had already braced himself for when he decided it was best to get to you before his boyfriend did. Not long after jimin’s little show, did he verbally express numerous times he was going to come after you despite what jungkook thought and it was only up to the man himself to at least warn you.

“Did you take a wrong turn or something?” Yet another question comes from you. You were beyond confused by the boy’s odd appearance as he stood watching you silently with a cold expression that was completely different from what you were used to. Even if you both had not been friends for years, never once before have you ever had jungkook look at you without some type of adoration in his eyes.

Until now.

He snaps out of his emotionless trance and comes to take the empty seat in front of you. “Its an Americano with three pumps of vanilla- thought you could use some.” he finally says quietly as the coffee cup in front of you is pushed further your way and you slowly raise a skeptical brow. You then sit back a bit, completely stranger to the man you used to cuddle whenever you felt like it. It was weird how close you could be with someone and then suddenly you werent. Even so, it amazed you that he stilled remembered your go-to coffee.

“Um thanks.” you nod reaching for it, but then hesitating to take a sip “you didn't poison this did you?” you asked narrowing your eyes.

Jungkook blinks momentarily at your question and once he takes in what exactly you asked him he sends you a flat look in return. “ No. I don't know about you, but I do want to get an A in this class. I think me, poisoning one of my partners would be a childish decision ” Jungkook says matter-of-factly and the way he sends you a cold glare while taking a sip of his own drink has you wondering just when did the man become so...bitter?

You take your gaze away from him and lower it back down towards your coffee, a slight blush on your cheeks. The grip on it becoming a bit tighter as you grit your teeth in irritation “I wouldn't call it childish” you mutter under your breath. He’d only been around for about 5 minutes and you were already thinking about poisoning him.

Jungkook takes note of your immediate irritation. You never noticed but the way his eyes suddenly glimmered from your deplore of his comment. It was sure enough a number one sign of his ill intentions and After a silence passes by, only then does his emotionless expression return just before he speaks.

“We need to talk about jimin.”

———

There were three things you were sure of the moment Jungkook had decided to confront you while at the library. One, the boy was still as loathsome as the day you both parted, Two you were definitely plotting his death by poison and three...you don't know what kind of overbearing confidence Jimin has been feeding the man over the years, but Jeon Jungkook was way too conceited for his own good.

Ten minutes pass the time you were supposed to be heading home, were the same ten minutes you were stuck watching Jungkook babble on to you about...well you didn't know because you weren't listening.

You blinked slowly.

The sight of the muted raven’s lips moving in a concentrated flow to create a very long speech you surely weren't listening to. While so, you took the time to notice the small features of the grown man that had changed over time. His hair had grown out past the usual short cut he always kept, the boyishly round jawline you were used to seeing had transformed into something that one could say was sharp, and his eyes...while they were now cold towards you, even a blind bat could tell that once they fell upon you with a loving warmth- it could make anyone fall to their knees.

Although you hated the man himself, you had to admit no amount of disliking could make you so oblivious to how completely hot he is now. Too bad those good looks had to be wasted on such a shitty person...

“-you're not even listening.” his voice finally registers in your ears and he watches as your once glazed eyes snaps into alertness.

“h-huh what?” you stutter while finally bringing your lost attention back onto him. Jungkook’s highly bothered gaze, stays on you and when he sees the confused expression that you give him in return. It only confirms his suspicions of you not listening to a damn thing he was saying.

“Attention deficit. Even now you wont pay attention to me. ” Jungkook then sighs, his body sliding down as he leans his head back into his chair.

This was a lot more annoying than he expected it to be.

“What's that supposed to mean?” Your brow furrows and you cross your arms at his sly comment. The last place that you wanted to be in this moment was in front of jungkook and he had the nerve to insult you right as you were sitting across from him?

Jungkook raises his head once again only to be met with a harsh glare from your point and Inside he mentally scolds himself for letting those words slip out his mouth. “Nothing.” He quickly replies just before leaning over and more towards you. “I know you don't want to talk to me right now...or ever and I can see you’re more than less thrilled about having to put up with both Jimin and I for a week. I don't like repeating myself, So for once could you please listen to me y/n?” He pleads another emotion besides irritation filling his eyes.

There it was again… you thought to yourself, noting the way jungkook seems to insinuate that you never listen to him and if it hadn't been for the fact that you wanted him out of your sight as soon as possible, you would have asked why he seems to keep the pattern. In- fact the longer you both were in each other’s company, the angrier you become and receiving an F’ for this project was seeming worth it to you. If this was the kind of person you would have to talk to everyday in order to get work done, there was no way any of you were going to pass.

“We need to talk about Jimin” he repeats the same phrase, he uttered only a few moments ago and This time, they actually pique your interest. You then quirk a brow in question, no reasons for why he would want to talk about the silver haired man coming to your head.

“Why? Flaunting him around in my face not doing it for you?” You ask rhetorically, not even attempting to hide the bitterness in your voice. This makes Jungkook narrows his eyes. The faintest smirk appearing on his lips but deep down there was that familiar pinch of emotion that he’d learned to keep at bay. Guilt

“You know green never looked good on you y/n.” He clicks his tongue.

“And being a dick isn’t a great personality trait.” your reply was quick as you attempt to hide the silent sting of his words. You then raise your chin high, feigning confidence “ speaking of- ...what the hell does your boyfriend have to do with me?” You ask finally giving into the evil gaze that probably wasn't going to budge anytime soon.

Jungkook takes a moment to look at you, seeing that you’re equally as harsh gaze had no falter. Brows furrowed, star gazed eyes narrowed into slits, and soft looking lips pursed into a thin line-...wait did he just call your lips soft? What the fuck.

He blinks to himself.

“Well?” You prod, completely unaware of his sudden turmoil.

Jungkook clears his throat “Well, I guess I’ll just start off with the obvious fact that you have a non-stop hard on for him.” he speaks, looking too sure of himself. He would have thought this would have been a bit easier to communicate with you, but somehow he found it hard to tell you that karma was basically kicking him in his ass.

“Every girl has those for jimin, jungkook-” you snort and he rolls his eyes.

“But they’re not like you...”

“How so?” you inquire, a brow still quirked skeptically towards him. Jungkook sighs again but a bit more audibly this time “ You’re just different. They don't have our past history- our relationship.”

“Right, because normal girl’s don't have their crushes sucked away by a snake best friend.” You conclude sarcastically and It comes out just as venomous as you wanted it to “ how lucky am I? ”

The right eye on jungkook’s face twitches and he bites back his winning anger. Why he hasn't gotten up from this table yet was beyond his comprehension, he usually didn't have this kind of patience- not even for Jimin. Maybe because he wants to have it for you.

“Well my boyfriend wants to fuck you in more ways than one…so I’d say pretty damn lucky.” Jungkook swallows, his bottom lip being caught in between his teeth.

You frown and the air in between you shifts just when you start to see unease within his features. It feels as if time has just slowed down, the subtle beating within your heart escalating at jungkook’s highly alarming confession and you try your best not to let your mouth hang open.

Your body freezes, eyes bulging out slightly as you look away in shock and then understanding. For a moment, you wanted to believe that what Jungkook was telling you was true- that the very man you’ve fantasized multiple times about has suddenly done the same for you. But of course you couldn't, only holding onto the silent fear that this was all just some sick joke he came up with to hurt you even more.

Your fists clench at you side. You felt anger spike through you, from the thought of the evil boy plotting harm to you. “That's it? that's why you’re here? To tell me that your little love slave suddenly has his eye on me? How dumb do you think I am?” You sneer at him, your words getting louder by the second and you forget that the both of you were currently situated within a library.

What ever reaction jungkook thought you were going to have towards this conversation, it wasn't one of anger. surprise, happy- maybe even a bit of relief, but he certainly never pictured you rising from your seat and leaning over the table with a look that could kill an army.

He shifts a bit.

“ Do you think I'm so desperate that I would just jump immediately at your word? I'm not naive, little y/n anymore Jeon” you couldn't help yourself, watching as jungkook blinks rapidly towards you.

“Y/n that's not-“ Jungkook frowns and he tries to calm you down, but you were too far gone.

“I'm not that little puppet you can manipulate. I was your friend and that's what you should have treated me as...what the hell did I ever do to you?” The words leave your mouth before you could even register it. It was a fair question, that always seem to plague your mind whenever you thought about this. You’ve asked him this before of course, but for some reason you could never seem to remember what it was that he told you. All you knew was that no matter what it was, there was just no excuse for ever hurting your friend like that.

A long silence goes by.

“Friend.” He simply repeats after a moment. “ y/n you weren't my friend. Friends hangout everyday, friends share laughs and listen to each other's problems or secrets. Friends don't ignore each other’s entire existence when they wanted them most. Friends don't let the other fall while they take a step back…” By then Jungkook had slowly risen out of his seat as well, his speech strong with emotion until the last part had become so low you’ve completely missed it.

However that wasn't your worry, what registered with you most, was the pain his eyes bore into you -as if he wanted you to see everything that he’d kept inside all these years. If that it-self wasn't distracting then maybe it was the fact that jungkook had copied your stature without thinking it through fully. While he leaned over the table - his face only a few mere inches away, it dawns on you quickly that he was way too close into your personal space.

Even knowing so, you still wouldn't budge because you refused to be the one to submit. Instead you kept your unmoving glare onto his wavering eyes, your steady breathing against his increasing inhales, your frozen frame in shock when his moves in even closer, and a blank mind when his lips are suddenly on yours.

Jungkook had snapped.

Chapter Two | Masterlist

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Drawn Together: Chapter 14

Happy birthday to Veneziano and Romano!

Three months passed, the friendship between Feliciano and Ludwig now as strong as steel. Yet, something has been bothering Feliciano about it.

Artisloveandlife: Do you think its strange how we ve been friends this long but we havent even seen each others faces

By now, Feliciano was also used to Ludwig's fast responses, even if he did scold him occasionally for it.

Artisloveandlife: People will think you re desperate

Lutzie71: Do you think I am desperate, Feliciano?

Artisloveandlife: Well no but others might

Lutzie71: I am only talking to you. Others don't matter now

Artisloveandlife: I dont think you understand how romantic that sounds

Lutzie71: It is just your mind

Point was, Feliciano was used to Ludwig's way of texting. From his perfect grammar to extreme time punctuation, but Feliciano liked him that way.

Lutzie71: I don't think it is all that unusual Lutzie71: There are people who enter relationships online, but have never seen each other  Lutzie71: On the contrary, I would call it an internet phenomenon

Artisloveandlife: Hmm Artisloveandlife: I guess your right Artisloveandlife: But i really wanna see your face Artisloveandlife: I bet you look super cute

Lutzie71: You're* Lutzie71: I don't see why not Lutzie71: But I want to see your face as well Lutzie71: It is only fair

Artisloveandlife: Deal Artisloveandlife: Show yourself warrior

*Lutzie71 has sent a picture*

Artisloveandlife: Wow you look like a viking Artisloveandlife: Are you a viking in secret Ludwig

Lutzie71: No, but I do have relatives in Scandinavia Lutzie71: Most people tell me I am scary at first, this is new

Artisloveandlife: Well you are kinda scary but i live with lovi Artisloveandlife: Nothing beats that

Lutzie71: That is reassuring Lutzie71: Now, a deal is a deal

Artisloveandlife: Wait im looking for the perfect lighting

*Artisloveandlife has sent a picture, half an hour later*

Artisloveandlife: I know it took me a while dont complain Artisloveandlife: Feat gino cuz we re cute

Lutzie71: I can't deny that Lutzie71: Gino steals the spotlight, but you aren't that bad yourself

Artisloveandlife: Very funny Artisloveandlife: Theres something else bothering me Artisloveandlife: Can you shorten you arent to yourent

Lutzie71: Feliciano, why Lutzie71: Let us go back to talking about pictures Lutzie71: I love the background in your picture

Artisloveandlife: Thanks Artisloveandlife: Its the view from my window on the adriatic sea Artisloveandlife: That painting i made for alice and otto was supposed to be of the adriatic but i messed up

Lutzie71: I still think it turned out perfect

Artisloveandlife: Thanks even tho you say that every time Artisloveandlife: Whats that behind you tho

Lutzie71: It is my brothers room and that is his poster of some metal band whose name I can't decipher Lutzie71: The letters are too bloody

Artisloveandlife: Can i see them

Lutzie71: Sure

*Lutzie71 has sent a picture*

Artisloveandlife: Thats slipknot

Lutzie71: That was fast

Artisloveandlife: Its art so Artisloveandlife: I can read anything

Lutzie71: I am impressed Lutzie71: I haven't asked today how are you? How is the situation with your family?

Artisloveandlife: Pretty good meo has midterms now and is freaking out and lovi is doing good Artisloveandlife: He found a better job and he seems to like it Artisloveandlife: And gino and pookie are as amazing as always im pretty sure pookie found a gf

Lutzie71: That is cute Lutzie71: My dogs are splendid as well

Artisloveandlife: And gil

Lutzie71: Annoying me

Artisloveandlife: Like a good big brother

Lutzie71: You could say Lutzie71: I hope you don't mind but I showed him your picture Lutzie71: He says you are cute and that he would like to go out with you one day

Artisloveandlife: Gil is str8forward Artisloveandlife: I cant date you gil you re too far away and i need cuddles

Lutzie71: You have broken his heart Lutzie71: Good job Feliciano

Artisloveandlife: Ill take that as a compliment

Lutzie71: Fine by me Lutzie71: He is crying now Lutzie71: Drama queen

Artisloveandlife: Gil could act in an opera show

Lutzie71: He has 0 talent for singing though

Artisloveandlife: Savage Artisloveandlife: Hey Ludwig Artisloveandlife: Its getting kinda difficult to talk on tumblr Artisloveandlife: I stopped getting your messages normally Artisloveandlife: Are you fine with switching to whatsapp or something

This time, Ludwig didn't respond as quickly as he usually would. His message came 20 minutes late.

Lutzie71: This feels like a good time to reveal Betty's secret Lutzie71: She actually gave me your number despite you saying no Lutzie71: She said it is all about the yaois and left

Artisloveandlife: Im  Artisloveandlife: Im going to kill her but before that thank you for being a good human being Ludwig Artisloveandlife: Unlike someone Artisloveandlife: You can send me a text then but i might not respond immediately im probably yelling at her

A couple of minutes later, as Feliciano was angrily texting Elizabeta hate messages, a message came from an unknown number. All that was written in it was Skree skree. Even after the whole situation with Lovino and Grandpa Rome was halfway resolved, Ludwig and Feliciano kept their pigeon talk, leading Feliciano to know exactly who it was.

♡~Feli~♡: Hi Ludwig

Ludwig: Hello Feliciano

♡~Feli~♡: I was just texting Lizzie how much i hate her how are you doin

Ludwig: Pretty alright Ludwig: She is reading me your texts at the couch Ludwig: I didn't know you were so vulgar

♡~Feli~♡: Yeah well i was really angry and she deserved it ♡~Feli~♡: I got it from my brother

Ludwig: I have never met them, but Betty tells me that Romeo is cute and Lovino is a prick Ludwig: Her words, not mine

♡~Feli~♡: Shes not that far from the truth ♡~Feli~♡: Although we all know im the cutest one ♡~Feli~♡: Do you want to meet my brothers

Ludwig: Someday yes

♡~Feli~♡: Okay

Feliciano pressed the camera button on the edge of his screen, calling Ludwig for a video call. It was either bad connection or Ludwig's anxiety that led to several attempts of this action before they finally managed to contact each other.

Feliciano smiled at his screen, Ludwig was going to hear his voice for the first time ever and he was going to hear his. "Hello!" He said, a bit higher than he wanted it to come out.

Ludwig looked around, nervous at this new way of talking, before finally responding in his natural voice. "Hello, Feliziano."

It was no secret that Feliciano cringed at the way Ludwig pronounced his name, but he mostly blamed it on the bad sound quality. "Your voice is so deep, please tell me a Kraken is not going to come out of your mouth. Also, that's not how you pronounce my name."

Ludwig tried his best to hide a smile forming at the corner if his lips, but Feliciano saw right through his pixelated face. "There are no Krakens in my mouth. If there were any, it is being digested right now."

"Oh, thank God." Feliciano laughed.

"You didn't tell me how to pronounce your name." Ludwig commented.

"It's a hard c, not a z. You're not saying Venezia, you're saying, uh..." Feliciano took a moment to look for comparisons. "Alice!"

"Feliciano." Ludwig tried saying it again.

"Much better."

"So, the same rules apply for i as they do for e?"

"Yes. But only if they come after c or g. And if you put h in between, then they are pronounced normally. C is k and g is g, like parcheggio." Feliciano explained.

"I see. What does parcheggio mean?" Ludwig asked.

"Parking lot." Feliciano said. "But that's not why I called."

"I quite enjoyed this conversation." Ludwig smiled.

"Of course you did. By the way, you're very cute when you smile. Now, do you wanna meet my brothers?" Feliciano asked.

Ludwig ignored the comment on his smiling face, avoiding the blush that would have otherwise be very obvious. "Why not."

"Okay. I'll give you a tour of the house while I find them." Feliciano said, getting up from his bed and showing Ludwig his room. "This is my room. If you can't tell it apart from all other rooms, mine has the best view. Remember that."

"Alright." Ludwig answered.

Feliciano exited his room and made his way down the stairs to the living room. "Our house should be a hotel." He said and Ludwig laughed. It really did have a lot of stairs.

When he was finally on the living room stairs, Feliciano spotted Lovino and Antonio on the couch, cuddling. "Hi, Toni!" He greeted.

Antonio waved at him and Lovino just looked at him, annoyed that his fun was ruined. Feliciano directed his attention back to Ludwig. "You get to meet Toni today as well. Lucky you, Luddy!" He said and jumped on the couch, separating Lovino and Antonio.

"Okay so, Ludwig, this is Lovi." Feliciano said, showing the phone to Lovino so Ludwig could see him better. "Lovi, this is Ludwig. He's my friend."

Lovino took a moment to take in Ludwig's appearance. "Feli." He called. "Why does that potato have hair?"

Feliciano was just about to tell him off, but Ludwig interrupted them. "When you leave a potato too long underground, it develops hair." Ludwig held back his laugh.

Lovino scoffed. "Well, aren't you a smartass."

"It is nice to meet you too, Lovino." Ludwig said.

"Fun fact. It's mine and Lovi's birthday soon. We were born on the same day two years apart." Feliciano chimed in.

"Best. Birthday present. Ever." Lovino said, Ludwig noted the sarcasm in his voice.

"And Meo was born in June. He betrayed us." Feliciano continued and moved his phone away from Lovino, towards Antonio.

Antonio offered Ludwig a big bright smile. "Hello!"

Ludwig was just about to answer, but Feliciano decided that wasn't going to happen today. "This is Toni. He's Lovi's boyfriend and we might have interrupted one of their make out sessions now."

"Don't worry about it, Feli. Nice to meet you, Ludwig." Antonio said, patting Feliciano's hair.

"Nice to meet you as well." Ludwig smiled. "I must say, you look rather familiar. Have you been to Germany before?"

"No. But I have a friend there. I met him when he got really drunk here in Italy." Antonio shook his head.

"That sounds like something my brother would do." As if he was summoned, a voice which probably belonged to Ludwig's brother chimed in.

"What is this gossip about the awesome me?" Another figure appeared behind Ludwig, with platinum white hair and piercing red eyes. A large smirk was glued on his face when he saw Feliciano on the phone, but it immediately turned to something less seductive when he noticed the person next to Feliciano.

Gilbert grabbed the phone from Ludwig's hands and took a closer look. "Toni!?" He asked.

Antonio's eyes went wide. Following Gilbert's reaction, he snatched the phone away from Feliciano and smiled. "Gil!"

Feliciano and Lovino were both watching their reactions. What in the world just happened? Neither knew the answer.

Gilbert continued. "What the hell are you doing there?"

"Feli is my friend. I had no idea he was friends with your brother! It's so nice to see you again, Gil!" Antonio answered.

"The world is too small for the awesome me. Still, I can't believe I'm seeing you there of all people." Gilbert shook his head like a grandpa.

Feliciano let the two of them talk for a little while more before joining Antonio on the screen. Gilbert smirked again when he saw him. "I'm glad you two got to talk it all out, but can I have Ludwig back please?" Feliciano asked.

Gilbert made a wounded expression at Feliciano's words. "Toni, call me." He said, making a phone gesture by his ear before passing the phone to Ludwig.

Ludwig just stared at Feliciano confused. "I have no idea what just happened."

"Me neither, but I'm glad they get along." Feliciano said. "Ready to meet Meo?"

Ludwig nodded and spotted his brother talking on the phone to someone. Judging by the voice he heard in the background from Feliciano, he suspected he was back to talking to Antonio. Feliciano's brother was sure to kill him now.

Feliciano walked back up the stairs to a dark hallway, at the end of it was a smaller room which Feliciano opened. However, instead of being met with light from the outside, he was met with more darkness and some tears. "Meo?" He called.

"Hm?" Came a sniffling answer.

"Midterms?" Feliciano asked.

"Yup."

"Can you talk now? I want to introduce you to my friend."

"Okay. Gimme a second." There was a shuffling sound and soon Romeo was up and smiling and Feliciano turned on the lights.

He walked towards Romeo's bed and sat on it, showing him Ludwig. "Meo, this is my friend Ludwig. Ludwig, this is Romeo. He's the youngest."

"Why you gotta rub it in my face? Nice to meet you, Ludwig. Don't listen to this guy, whatever he tells you about me, it's all lies." Romeo smiled.

Ludwig returned the gesture. "So, your name isn't Romeo and you're not the youngest?"

"Is that really all you have to say about me?" Romeo commented, pinching Feliciano.

"Ow! That's a good enough introduction, what do you want from me?" Feliciano said, caressing his wound from being pinched.

"My apologies. He did tell me more, but it didn't seem relevant." Ludwig said. "You're majoring in Chemistry, right? Good luck with your midterms."

"Yeah. They are a disaster, but I love blowing things up more." Romeo laughed.

"You are just like my brother." Ludwig said.

"I think we should leave now, Ludwig. Let Meo suffer in his pain." Feliciano said, smirking. This was revenge for pinching him before.

"Alright. Goodbye, Romeo. Good luck once again." Ludwig said and Feliciano took off, sticking out his tongue for Romeo, earning himself a middle finger up from Romeo.

The rest of the day, Feliciano and Ludwig spent just talking to each other. Elizabeta and her husband Roderich joined them briefly as well as Gilbert, but they mostly talked between themselves. Ludwig talked quite a lot about his dogs and Feliciano couldn't help his smile when he did. Ludwig was absolutely glowing when he talked about his dogs.

"Do you want to talk like this tomorrow again?" Feliciano asked. The clock on his wall showing that it was already well past midnight.

"Sure, I don't mind. If it is just the two of us." Ludwig said.

"Just the two of us then." Feliciano smiled. "Good night, Ludwig."

"Good night, Feliciano." Ludwig said and Feliciano broke the call. He voted the call as excellent and shut down his phone, his battery giving up on life as he did.

Feliciano laid down in his bed, thinking about what an eventful day it was. He recited some of the conversations between himself and Ludwig before falling asleep with a smile on his face.

[misscrawfords]

rorotheslytherclaw replied to your post: I think one of the things that really bugs me...

Omg her telling a random stranger everything frustrated me so much too! This woman could tell literally anyone and Georgiana would be disgraced I just read a fanfic where the main characters were kidnapped and it was all “noone can find out or she will be ruined!” Like how can a fanfic writer get this better than someone who writes for major tv networks…Also I agree about the character flaws, she does seem to become whatever the plot requires her to be. They can’t decide whether she’s a Catherine Moorland or an Elizabeth Bennet… i mean im still gonna watch it tho its hot trash and i enjoy but come on, I’ve read fanfics with better character consistency.

Fanfic writers very frequently get things better than fully paid, well-known professional writers... It’s infuriating!

I don’t think she’s half of Catherine or Elizabeth because she has no consistency. And tbh I wouldn’t care about any of it but her own lack of awareness of literally anything about the world she lives in means I can’t even respect her as a character any more. Catherine was naive about some things but she knew how to be polite and behave at a ball! In fact, it was her native understanding of what was appropriate and what was not that stood her in good stead when other people (the Thorpes) actually behaved badly. If Charlotte is like anyone, it’s Marianne Dashwood. Well-meaning but highly inappropriate in public places.

flibbertigiblet:

have to say I agree with you, OP. Naivety is one thing, but the utter foolishness of running away to London(!!!) with no money or contacts made me groan in disbelief. Then the word vomit to Lady Susan at the party happened, and no matter how sympathetic a character they intend Susan to be, I had to cringe, once again, at Charlotte's utter lack of discretion.

I’ve seen a lot of people saying how relatable Charlotte is for this and I get the word vomit to a stranger but it’s just so psychologically unrealistic that she would drop Sidney’s full name into it at a party to which he’s attending and this woman might know him! She might be his long lost love, Eliza! (I really wanted that to happen.) She might be his childhood BFF! His cousin! Like, really? If I have complicated feelings for a guy and I desperately need to talk about it, I don’t tell everyone who I mean! It just makes it soooo obvious it was not written by anyone who knows anything about female psychology! And I can’t believe she just ruined Georgiana’s reputation. “Oh yeah my friend Georgiana Lambe, you know her? She just got abducted!” Like, whoops, there go Georgiana’s chances in one fell swoop. Silly, silly Charlotte. But of course there are never any consequences for actions in this show.

lynsunrise:

Maybe they don't see so much real harm in Charlotte telling Mrs Susan everything because Mrs Susan either is a perfect stranger and has no interest in ruining someone's reputation or that she is to play a bigger role in everything, or she's genuinely kind and because of Charlotte's openness she feels that it's forgivable for such a spirited young woman. Running to London without money. I agree, it's absolutely crazy. But I can understand that impulse though.😘😘😘

She is clever but too hasty in judgment, she will correct that. Now that she finally understood the nature of her feelings, the source of her anger and anxiety, basically, that's she understood she's in love, it will open her eyes. And she will see better where she belongs. Till now she could not realize that she was challenging herself in challenging  others. But the picture of the old vision crumbled, and suffering can erase the prejudice and her illusions and teach her where she really belongs.

I think that she was so frustrated at the beginning of the episode because of her prejudice, it's so blind, that prejudice. And following it she acted too hastily and was so harsh. Ignorance was present, she was deaf to Sidney, and then everything turned out to be different. Sidney is the man that knows what is to love, suffer, really save someone. Everything's upside down. And it's more or less okay that she at first rejects that invitation... I think that she will analyze everything and everything will be fine💕💕💕Sorry for being so talkative 😙😅

Never apologise for being enthusiastic! I hope you are right in your evaluation of Charlotte’s character development here. Perhaps she has to go backwards to go forwards. I guess my main problem is with the inconsistent world building around her, because she is not facing any consequences - she doesn’t seem to realise how inappropriate some of the things she does are, though I grant you she does seem to realise some of them. And nobody around her is calling her out on them. She’s a complete and utter liability to the Parkers and I don’t really know why they don’t send her back to Willingden - apart from the fact that they can’t because she’s the heroine. But that’s a bad reason within the text.  *shrug* I guess we’ll see, but I’ve lost a lot of respect for the writing this episode. A lot.

kitten1618x:

^^ I find my views align with this, as well. I’m willing to bet that Lady Susan will be the one to rally the troops to save the day and be the one to help put Sanditon on the map...

Perhaps? I mean, she’s just a random stranger who finds Charlotte sympathetic and amusing instead of way out of order so I don’t know where she’s going to go.

lucyhoneychurches:

You're right. Even at the beginning I thought Charlotte was at the very least pragmatic but her lack of knowledge about the ways of society is both unconvincing and doing an injustice to her as a character

It’s the lack of social knowledge that bothers me. Like, in a way I can accept it in Sanditon because that place is frankly a backwater (no matter what Tom says) but in London there is no way in hell anyone’s going to be charmed by Charlotte on any level. It’s completely unbelievable.

mihrunnisasultans:

Mess, mess. And I thought the show had found its footing, even as simply entertaining, campy playing with tropes and cliches. Plus, I'm really hating Clara's characterisation at this point.

Yes, this! I genuinely enjoyed and was excited about episodes 4 & 5. I’ve been writing fanfiction! But this episode has really soured my enjoyment. The more I think about it, the more annoyed I become. I even went on a massive rant about it on Facebook! And that’s even before we get to Edward and Clara having sex on a cold stone floor with a snake mosaic...

[bloomara]

almost safe pt.1 | ha yoonbin

+ pairing: ha yoonbin x y/n (female)

+ word count: 1.7k

+ genre: zombieapocalypse!AU, fluff

+ warnings: violence, le killing of le zombies, some swearing

+ summary: after months of travel, you, yoonbin and your group finally arrive at a community. rumor has it, it is one of the safest in the country, but are those just rumors?

+ parts: pt.1 | pt.2 | —

+ notes: i’ve been wanting to writing a zombie!AU for the LONGEST time and i finally got around to doing it! also: i know for sure that there will be 2 parts, but after that im not sure,, it depends on how many people want more parts!

You tredge behind your group, worn leather boots silent despite the forest ground being covered in fallen branches and crunchy autumn leaves. Your calves are beginning to ache due to the steep incline.

“Y/N!” Jihoon calls back to you, “C’mon, catch up!” You cringe. His voice is startlingly loud in the cautious quiet you had fallen into since you got to the woods. The others whip towards him and shush him.

Yoonbin is behind the group as well, but still several paces ahead of you. He turns and gives you a meek smile. Despite the pulse of pain going down your leg, you return his smile. He falls behind until he’s walking next to you. His presence is familiar, calming.

“We’re almost there,” he says, taking your hands in his. “Hyunsuk says it should be just over this hill.”

You nod, relieved. Your group had been walking through this forest all day. You first left camp at the crack of dawn. The sun was just rising over the far horizon, it’s orange and gold rays threatening to spill over the edge of the world. Now, it was behind you, and you were afraid that it would set before you made it to the new community.

If there is a community at all, that is. It was, of course, only a rumor. A rumor that had been passed on from person to person for who knows how long. Realistically, it could have gone down months ago and no one would have really known it.

You were so preoccupied in your thoughts that you didn’t noticed you were on the top of the hill until you bump into Doyoung. He doesn’t care, his eyes fixed on the land below the hill.

“It’s real,” he says, his voice nothing more than a soft whisper. “It’s actually real.”

You look up and your breath leaves you. At the bottom of the hill, there was a community. From this angle, you could see dozens of buildings, with up to three storeys. You could see a large patch of green, which you could only assume was a garden. All of this was surrounded by two rows of barriers — concrete, then wire fencing. It was an impressive setup.

You were was close enough that you could see a few people walking around, so small they could have been ants.

Behind the wire fence, patrolling the entrance attached to a rough, narrow road, were armed guards. There were three from what you could see.

One of them— a man, you could tell— froze when he saw your group. Even from this distance you could see his rifle shift in his hand. Yoonbin, noticing this at the same time as you, quickly lifted his hand in the air, a signal of goodwill. A moment passed and you held your breath.

You didn’t know these people. You didn’t know what they were like. It was a stupid idea, you thought, to go into the community head-on, completely blind. You should have scouted the place first, before you made your presence known.

You curl your fingers around the bottom of Yoonbin’s black windbreaker and are just about to pull him away when the man lifts his hand in return.

The boys around you grin. They start heading down the hill towards the tall fences.

Yoonbin looks at you, amused at your hand still on him. “Hey, it’s gonna be fine” he says calmly, seeing your frown.

You chew your lip, anxiety creeping up your neck. “What if it’s not?”

He rubs your arm softly, trying to calm you down. “Then we get out of there. If anything happens, or we sense that something’s off, we leave.”

You stare up at him, eyebrows creasing. “You say that like its easy.”

His smile is gentle, but his voice is only mildly exasperated. “Y/N.” He kisses your forehead. You close your eyes and lean into his touch. “We don’t know what it’s like until we go there and find out. If we need to leave, we’ll find a way out. We always do.”

You nod into the curve of his neck, mumbling an “okay” into his jacket.

Together, you make your way down the hill.

When you get to the gate, the man from before meets you at the entrance. You’re shocked at how young he is. From up close, you can tell that he was only around your age, maybe a year or two older. You were expecting a man far older than you. For some unknown reason, the sight of someone in their youth patrolling an area with a weapon still shocked you, despite being nearly a year and a half into the apocalypse.

He approaches your group cautiously, rifle in hand. “Here for sanctuary?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Hyunsuk answered, stepping forward.

He frowns, looking your group over. You suddenly feel insecure.

You knew that your camo pants were splattered in mud and was stained in blood no matter how hard you scrubbed. Your face was probably covered in sweat and dirt and blood. You also knew that everyone else in your group looked like that, too. You probably looked like a group of frenzied children who had been living in the woods for years, away from modern civilization. In a way, you kind of were.

This boy, on the other hand, could have passed for a completely normal kid, if it weren’t for the bulletproof vest and gun in his hand. You could tell that his clothing was decently clean. The only scuffed up part of him was his combat boots, worn for months, probably, and covered in blood and mud. At least you had that in common.

But he seemed completely unfazed by your appearances, rather taking in your statures, the way you all stood with your shoulders barely touching, the way your hands rested on the handles of your weapons, ready to jump to action the second it called. The way you glanced at one another, reading one another’s expressions with ease.

You thought you saw him nod in approval. Maybe he’d been there, too— once a part of a group who had been through hell together, quite literally. Who supported and protected each other no matter what.

“Alright, then.” He gestured to the other guard. She was tall with short cropped blonde hair, a mean scar running down her throat. She eyed them suspiciously, but helped him pull the fence aside. “Come on in. I’m Junkyu, by the way. We have safety precautions we have to follow before you enter the community.”

“Like what?” Yoonbin asks.

Junkyu doesn’t answer. He leads you through the entrance. In the middle of the concrete wall is a single heavy metal door. As he approaches it, it buzzes, and he swings it open. He holds it, waiting for you to move.

Everyone is visibly hesitant. You chew your lip nervously, your hand gripping the knife strapped to your thigh. Hyunsuk strides forward, trying to look as confident as possible, and goes in first. The rest of your group follows.

As you walk through the door, you make eye contact with Junkyu. He smiles kindly.

On the other side of the wall, the sun seems to shine brighter. Maybe it was just you, but the colours looked more vibrant, and you could hear distant chatter and laughter.

A man approaches you, far older than Junkyu. “Weapons before entering.”

You look at him incredulously. “You’re taking our weapons?” You exclaim.

”Those are the rules.”

Junkyu is beside the man now. “In order to keep the citizens of our community safe, all weapons are prohibited. We’ve had too many incidents where fights break out between armed men, and you know how they always end. Nothing personal.”

“Hyunsuk?” Jihoon says. You will only follow those rules if Hyunsuk says to.

After a moment of thought, he sighs. He begins unstrapping his holster. “Their community, their rules.”

Mildly disappointed, you take off your weapons. All you had on you was your pistol and a combat knife. You handed that over. After they passed a metal detector over you, you were deemed “clean” and allowed to pass through the final gate. You waited for the others.

You felt naked and vulnerable without your weapons. You were now faced with the fear that if anything were to go wrong, you didn’t have anything on you to defend yourself. Except maybe your belt, and that was a big maybe.

And, of course, your group. You, Yoonbin, Hyunsuk, Jihoon and Doyoung. You could protect each other. It was times like this, you realized, that having strong bonds with the people around mattered the most. This eased your mind.

You watched in amusement as Yoonbin proceeded to basically empty his pockets of weapons. The semiautomatic strapped to his back came off first, then the machete on his chest. He pulled his holster off, containing his pistol, then fished his combat knife out of his boot. Finally, then came the derringer. He placed it all on the table, and stood beside you.

You hear the metal detector go off.

Jihoon smiles nervously at the young girl with the detector, who gives him an exasperated look.

“All of your weapons, please and thank you.”

“Would you believe me if I told you they put metal in my hip when I was a baby?”

“No, I wouldn’t.” She says. When Jihoon does make a move to remove whatever it is that set off the device, she stares him down. Despite being a head smaller than him, her eyes could pierce.

“Fine, it’s my belt!!” Jihoon exclaims. He lifts up his jacket to reveal a thick chain wrapped in his belt loop. “It’s literally just a belt.”

“Take it off!”

“If you want me to undress for you, you could just ask.” Jihoon flirts back.

She is clearly unimpressed. With one hard stamp of her metal-toed boots, Jihoon yelps and clutches his foot. Finally, he unwraps the chain. Turns out, the chain was very long, maybe three feet in length, and very much a weapon. He drops it in her hand.

He sheepishly shrugs at you, and you roll your eyes.

“Okay! I’ll give you the grand tour.” Junkyu suddenly appears at your side, gesturing outwards.

You swallow the hard lump in your throat and follow him. There was no turning back now.

[dontatmethanks]

Have this Levihan fic to fill the void that is chapter 120: (modern AU)

They were on their way from the movie theater, it was was well past eight in the night. They were all packed in Erwin’s car, he was driving with Mike next to him in the passenger’s seat. Hange and Nanaba were in the backseat with Levi sitting in between them.

“Never has a movie ever made me cry like Endgame did.” Said Hange who dramatically sniffles into Levi’s shoulder. He rolled his eyes.

“Get snot on my sweater and I’ll give you something to cry about, four-eyes.”

Hange pouted and clung onto his arm, “Love meee!”

Erwin chuckled from the front.

“You should treat your girlfriend nicer, Levi.” Said Mike who peeked at them from the rear view mirror.

Levi glared at the taller teen, “you worry about your own girl.” Her retorted while jerking a thumb at the other girl next to him who was also sniffling to herself.

“Nanabanana don’t cry~”

“I *sob* miss *sob* Tony already*sob*”

Levi’s eyes rolled further back into his head.

“Oi, eyebrows, how much further to the restaurant?” Levi said to Erwin who directed his attention towards the raven haired teen while simultaneously keeping his vision on the road ahead of him.

“Shouldn’t be any longer.”

“Bullshit you’re fucking lost.”

Mike gasped, “language Levi!” Levi just ignored him.

“Im not lost, just trying to remember which exit I have to take.”

“Definitely lost.”

“Levi-”

“OH MY GOD-” Nanaba piped from the backseat, “Erwin just put it in the fucking GPS already, or i swear to god I’ll jump out of the fucking window.”

Hange snorted into Levi’s neck.

“Fine, Mike can you pass me my phone?”

“Thank you Nana!” Hange giggles and leaned across Levi to kiss her Bestfriend on the cheek.

Mike disconnected Erwin’s phone from the charger and went to pass it to Erwin but it slipped from his grasp and fell onto the floor below Erwin’s seat.

“I got it.” Erwin told him before leaning to retrieve his device, one hand still on the steering wheel.

That made Levi’s anxiety spike. “Oi-“

“HOLY FUCK LOOK OUT!” Screamed Hange.

The last thing Levi saw was high beam headlights and his girlfriend’s head slam into the window before the whole car turned over.

...Wet, his face felt hot and wet.

Levi groaned in pain before opening eyes.

Well one eye, his left eye stung when he tried to open it. His vision was a bit hazy as he tried to scan the space around him.

He attempted to turn his head when he realized that he was upside down, seatbelt cutting into his chest tightly.

He wheezed in pain and coughed, the taste of cold metal invaded his mouth.

Blinking away the fog from his vision he lifted his arms and placed his palms against what he assumed to be the dented roof of Erwin’s car below him. His body was literally being suspended by the seatbelt.

He heard a small groan from his right and then he remembered, Hange.

He immediately snapped his head towards her and sucked in a shocked breath when he saw the state she was in.

She too was currently being suspended by her own seatbelt but instead it somehow got caught around her neck. The whole right side of her face was coated in thick dark blood, he could also tell that she was still semi conscious.

‘ shit, shit, shit!”

He reached out to pull the seat belt away from her neck, it was tight but he was able to keep it from cutting her airway.

She coughed slightly, head lolling forwards.

Levi took a minute to assess the situation. They were in an accident, the car was on it’s back, definitely totaled, Hange was alive. He swiveled his head to his left and stilled.

The seat next to him was empty.

Where Nanaba was supposed to be.

Levi cursed to himself, she wasn’t wearing her seatbelt.

He lowered his head to look into the front seat and panicked.

Erwin was slumped foward, face against the steering wheel and the top of his head against the shattered windshield. The airbag had not ejected. He couldn’t tell if the blonde was even breathing.

Mike was almost as bad as him. From what Levi could see, he too was suspended by his seatbelt, and it looked like his head had smashed into the window beside him. His legs looked to be pinned between the dashboard and his seat.

Levi immediately took action, he didn’t think he just moved. The people he cared about the most were hurt and he was the only one coherent enough to do something about it so he didn’t even have time to hesitate.

He reached down to retrieve his pocketknife that he always kept in his boot, his uncle gave it to him when he was six, for protection, and he always kept with him ever since.

Flicking it open, he used it to cut Hange’s seatbelt away from her. She slumped forwards and Levi grabbed her by the back of her sweater before she almost face planted into the roof of the car below them. He slowly lowered her before cutting himself free.

He crawled over her and through the window that had been blown out during the accident and pulled her out after him. After he placed her gently on the grass, he immediately collapsed to his knees to check her.

He pressed his ear to her chest and was greeted by sound of her shallow breaths.

Good, as long as she was breathing he could work with that.

He tapped her left cheek with four fingers lightly and called out her name.

“Hange...Hange baby wake up....c’mon give me something.”

A few seconds passed before she coughed roughly and groaned, cracking her eye that was not coated in blood open.

“Levi...” she reached for his face with her hand, he grabbed it with both of his.

“Hey, we were in an accident, I pulled you out, you look like shit by the way.”

Hange snorted before groaning in pain again.

“I’m gonna help the others, don’t move.”

She closed her eye before saying, “ I couldn’t even if I tried.”

With that he quickly made his way around to the passenger side on wobbly legs. The window was also blown out, bloody glass littered all over the place. He dropped on all fours and ducked his head in, placing two fingers on the side of Mike’s neck.

He felt a slight thrumming beneath the pads of his bloody fingers. That caused him to breathe a sigh of relief.

He placed his hand on Mike’s shoulder and shook him. His head bobbed forwards before jerking back up with a pained grunt.

“Ugh..the fuck- *cough*”

“Oh so now cursing is allowed?”

Mike turned to look at Levi through squinted eyes as the smaller teen cut away at his seatbelt.

“Fuck, Levi what the hell happened? Your eye-Shit your arm looks so gross.”

Levi looked down at his left arm and noticed that there was a slight bend on the forearm. It pulsed lightly in pain with every movement, the adrenaline was surely suppressing most of the pain for him.

God he was going to feel it later.

“You don’t look so pretty yourself, Sasquatch.”

Mike chuckled wincing when his ribs protested.

“Aw, my legs are pinned.” He whispered, shifting slightly to see if there was at least any room to slip out.

“I’m gonna help you out.” Levi said while examining the dashboard and reaching over to check Erwin’s pulse.

He waited.

One.

Two.

There. It was slow but still there. Levi breathed a bit easier.

He shook Erwin but didn’t get a response.

“Erwin’s out cold.”

Mike looked at his friend and cringed. “The airbag didn’t deploy, he looks real bad.” He then swiveled his head to look behind him then at levi.

“Where’s Nana?”

Levi shook his head, “I don’t think she was wearing her seatbelt.”

Mike’s face formed into a pained expression. He grabbed Levi’s good wrist and tugged him forwards.

“Forget me, find her. She has to be somewhere nearby, please, make sure she’s okay.”

Levi paused before nodding.

First he dug around the backseat for his phone. When he found it he checked to to see if it was still working.

The screen was cracked but still surprisingly functional.

He immediately dialed 911 and handed it to Mike.

“Tell then what happened, we passed exit nine before we were hit. Tell them you’re pinned and that there’s three more injured.”

Mike dragged his eyes over Levi’s wrecked form, “four.”

Levi sighed. “Right.”

He then got up and moved Hange, who was still tilting in and out of consciousness, to the grass near Mike.

“Keep her awake for me.”

Mike nodded and began to speak to the operator.

Levi kneeled down next to his girlfriend, brushing her matted hair away from her face.

“I’ll be back with Nanaba.”

He only received some incoherent mumbling from the brunette. Pressing his lips against her forehead he got up and scanned the area around the wreckage. They were thrown off the highway and into a slightly wooded area, they rolled probably about ten feet from the road. He didn’t see whoever hit them around.

“ tch, bastard”

Levi limped away from the car wreck and across the path of glass and debris that the car left in its wake.

He spotted Nanaba right away, she was face down on the grass. When he approached her saw her shoulder twitch. He dropped down next to her and turned her limp form over.

She was surprisingly not as bad as he thought she was going to be. She had a deep cut across her forehead and a busted lip. Her leg was a different story though, it was bent into a weird angle that made Levi a little queasy.

She whined in pain when Levi moved her and opened her eyes, narrowing her eyes to focus on her raven haired friend through the night air.

“Ow fuck, we crashed didn’t we?”

Levi nodded, “We we’re hit, the asshole didn’t even bother to check if we were alive.”

Nanaba sighed, shutting her eyes once again.

“Help’s coming.”

As soon as he said it he heard the sound of distant sirens.

It was like a spell was lifted off of him as he collapsed on the grass in relief. The full wave of pain from all his injuries finally caught up to him, he almost passed out right then and there.

He did it.

They were okay, for now.

Falling onto his back he placed his hands to his ribs and wheezed. Blood bubbled up and into his mouth and he coughed, causing a red stream to flow out the corners.

The last thing he felt before he went under was a gloved hand pressing onto the side of his neck.

....He woke up feeling much less shitty.

He was in a too bright hospital room, head resting against the comfiest pillow he’s slept on in a while.

He lifeted his left arm to to feel his face but noticed it was wrapped in a heavy cast. He gazed at it for a good minute.

“Shit kid, you’re finally awake.”

Levi snapped his head up, only to be greeted by the sight of his uncle Kenny.

“What are you doing here?” Levi spoke, voice raspy and throat extremely dry.

Kenny scoffed getting to pour his nephew a cup of water before handing it to him.

“What am I doing here- boy you have just been in one of the worst accidents that I’ve seen in a while, your friends looks just as bad. So excuse me for showing just a little concern for my only nephew.”

Levi glared at him with his one eye, the other injured one resting underneath the bandages that wrapped around his head.

“Where was that concern when you used to beat the shit out of me? You fucking hypocrite.”

“That’s-thats a conversation for a different time.” His uncle told him, pressing his lips into a thin line.

Before any of them could say anything else the door to his hospital room swung open and Hange limped inside, dragging an IV pole behind her.

Levi’s eye widened.

She was in a hospital gown, her hair was down and it looks like someone helped her wash the blood and glass out. Her forehead and left eye were wrapped in bandages. She had a butterfly bandage over her right eyebrow and he could see a dark bruising line around her neck from the seatbelt. Even in this damaged state she still was able to take his breath away.

“Baby!” She whispered, her voice also a bit raspy.

When Kenny excused himself from the room Hange practically launched herself onto Levi. He grunted in pain but wrapped his arms around her regardless.

“Aren’t you supposed to be resting or something?” Levi mumble into her hair.

He felt her shake her head and mumble something into his chest.

“Hah?”

Hange sat up on his bed and snuggled into his left side so their good eyes could meet each other.

“I said I’ve been doing that for the past three days.”

Levi blinked.

“Three...days, I’ve been out of it for that long?”

Hange nodded and rested her chin on his shoulder.

“I was beginning to get really worried about you.”

She played with the fingers of his casted arm absentmindedly as they sat there in silence for a few minutes.

“Did you get to see the others?” He finally asked her, leaning his head against hers. She hummed.

“Yeah, Nanaba has a broken leg and a concussion as bad as mine. Mike has both of his legs in casts and also has a bad concussion, and Erwin is in a medical induced coma right now.”

Levi looked at her with a worried expression.

“It’s that bad?”

She bit her lip and nodded, looking down at her lap.

“Levi...we.....we want to see him a-and,” she paused, swallowing thickly as tears formed in her eye.

“He looked dead.” The tears spilled over her cheek as she squeezed her eye shut. Levi brushes her hair back with his good hand and pressed a kiss against her temple.

“He’s gonna be okay, Hange. This is Erwin we’re talking about for fucks sake.”

Hange nodded sadly and brushed her fingers over her bandaged eye.

“Guess we’re going to be wearing eye patches now haha.”

Levi snorted, “We’ll be walking around, looking like fucking pirates.

Hange laughed, cracked lips forming into a small smile. She licked them as they turned down into a sad frown, chin quivering as a heavy flow of fresh tears cascaded over face. Levi turned himself to look at her, ignoring the way his body protested. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her face into his neck as a tiny sob escaped her. He swallowed the lump that formed in his throat and stroked her hair.

“Hange it’s okay, you’re still extremely fucking gorgeous. Maybe even more with that new scar, phew hot damn.”

Hange giggled through her tears and Levi’s heart soared.

He took her face into his hands, beings careful with his cast, and kissed her on her wet cheeks and nose. She smiled softly. She always loved it when he was this affectionate, which was rare.

“I love you.” She whispered to him.

He grinned softly, pressing his forehead to hers.

“I love you more.” He says back to her and kisses her softly on the lips.

When they break apart, Levi traces his fingers lightly over her bruised neck.

“Oh, I never said thank you!” Hange piped up, he gives her a confused look. This time she grabs his face in her hands and chuckles.

“For cutting me free and pulling me out of the car.” She pecks him on the lips. “I would’ve done the same for you.”

Levi nuzzles her cheek with his nose. “I know.” She hums softly and kisses him all over his face. He retaliates by kissing her all over her neck and shoulders, tickling her in the process. He grins when he hears her shriek with laughter.

“You evil little gremlin!”

“Shitty giraffe.”

Hange laughs at the new nickname, “giraffe?!” He blushes slightly before saying, “can’t exactly call you four-eyes anymore.”

“Ah.” She said, smile faltering a little.

“I’m sorry.” Levi tells her when he notices her reaction. She shakes her head and kisses him, “don’t apologize you didn’t say anything wrong. It’s just gonna take some getting used to, for the both of us.”

Levi nods in agreement and rests his head against her chest.

She runs her fingers through is soft dark hair. “My mom brought us some movies for us to watch while we’re in here.”

“Chicken run?”

“Mhmm and monster house.”

“Awesome.”

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AN: ahhh, I didn’t know what to call this. It’s a product of my anxiety ridden state while I wait for the new chapter. When I say I need them to be safe I fucking mean it Isayama.😔

[chiroyu]

Memories Before Us

chapter 1: The Archangel and The Principality

Raphael sighs, a relaxed smile on his lips as he returns from finishing a bit more of his job. Creating the stars was always a peaceful experience for him, watching as the universe expanded around him to hold his creations. The feeling of warmth surrounding him as he placed the stars in intricate patterns always chased away the slight loneliness that always sat heavily in his chest. Though it never lasted long.

Raphael's wings flapped behind him as he landed, sighing out as he rests for a moment. There was nothing on this 'Earth' yet, except for something God called plants. He looked around at these 'plants' and smiled, cupping one of the hanging 'leaves' in his hand. He could feel it teeming with life, gently caressing it. These 'plants' seemed interesting, he'd have to watch over them to see how they end up.

After resting for a few minutes more, Raphael gets up. He lets his wings stretch out behind him, his feathers rustling softly as he does so. As he is about to take off to go back to his work in the dark sky, he sees someone he has never seen before. He watches the person carefully for a moment.

The person is kneeling in front of a 'river', their hand dipping into the 'water' and letting it push past the palm of his hand. He seems to be quite interested in what he is doing, for he continued to stare at his hand for many moments.

Raphael runs his eyes over the person, taking in how they looked. They were quite different from himself, he might even say they were opposites. For while his own hair was long and red, this person's was short and almost white. And while he was tall, skinny and sharp, this person was short, plump, and round. Truly they were opposites.

But Raphael has become interested in this person and can no longer just fly back to continue his work, he feels he must go over and greet this person. And so he does, gently flapping his wings to carry himself over to the person. He lands softly a little before the person. "Hello?" He asks.

The person jumps, not expecting the sudden sound of someone speaking. The person looks around, his eyes finally coming to a stop as he gazes upon Raphael. "Oh, hello!" The person says cheerily, standing up to face the person with a wide smile.

Raphael watches as the person runs their eyes over his body before stopping and looking at his face. The person wasnt exactly looking into his eyes, it was just a little to the right of them. He chuckles. "I'm Raphael." He says, with a smile. "I dont think I've seen you around before, mind telling me your name?" He asks, tilting his head a little.

The person looks surprised for a moment. "Raphael, the archangel?" He breathes the words out in a mixture of surprise and wonder.

Rapahel cringes slightly. "Yeah... that's me, I guess..." he mumbles, uncomfortable suddenly. Everyone always treated him differently when they found out who he was...

The person breathes out a quiet oh before smiling suddenly. "Its nice to meet you, archangel Raphael! I'm Aziraphale, a principality!" He exclaims excitedly.

Raphael blinks at the overwhelming and sudden greeting and introduction. He nods stupidly. "Nice to meet you, Aziraphale. And please, just Raphael. Archangel is..." he couldn't find the words on how uncomfortable it made him when others treated him like he was better than them just because of his title.

Aziraphale seems to understand and nods with a small smile. "Alright, Raphael it is then."

Raphael smiles appreciatively, slightly surprised the principality actually listened to him. Usually the others just continue to call him by his title. It was.... nice, refreshing. "Thank you, Aziraphale." He says gently.

The principality tilts his head. "Why are you thanking me? I was just abiding by your request!" He exclaims, confused by the thanks.

Raphael chuckles softly. "I'm thanking you because you listened to my request... Usually the others dont." He says with a sweet smile, though it seemed slightly sad.

Aziraphale said another soft oh. "I'm sorry, that's quite rude of them..." he says gently.

Raphael shakes his head. "Its fine. Now tell me, what is a principality like you doing down here? I dont see anyone you are supposed to be looking after." He says, looking around quickly just to make sure.

Aziraphale hums, chuckling softly "I havent been given my orders yet I'm afraid. Though I've been told it should be soon, that God is making the ones I should look after at this very moment."

Raphael nods. "You should enjoy your time then. Before you have to follow orders for the rest of your existence." He says solemnly.

Aziraphale raises his brows. "Why do you say it like its unenjoyable to follow orders?" He asks slowly, uncertain.

Raphael smiles sadly. "It... it isn't unenjoyable, per se but... its lacking something... it gets monotonous I suppose."

Aziraphale looks even more confused. "Lacking something? Like what?" He asks, genuinely not understanding what Raphael was going on about.

Raphael sighs gently, looking up at the sky. "Its... its lonely. You'll be all by yourself, following orders that eventually might mean nothing..." he says softly, barley audible.

Aziraphale let's out an oh, turning to look at the ground. "I-i never thought about it like that..." he says softly, suddenly looking afraid and apprehensive.

Raphael shakes his head to clear himself of his thoughts before turning his view away from the sky and back to the principalityin front of hin. "Sorry, you shouldnt have to hear this when you havent even experienced being given an order before..." he mumbles in guilt.

Aziraphale shakes his head, tearing his gaze from the earth to the archangel. "No, no need to apologize... Perhaps your words will help prepare me for when that time comes?" He asks softly, sounding small.

Raphael smiles gently. "Perhaps." He answers softly. "Though I'm sure you will enjoy it. Being given your order feels... well it feels nice. Better than nice actually. It feels wonderful." He says slowly, though his voice wavers ever so slightly like he doesnt even really believe himself.

The principality doesnt notice how unsure Raphael is of his own words, smiling with cheer up at the taller Angel. "I cannot wait." He declares softly.

Raphael smiles gently down at the principality, a soft snort escaping him. "Well, I'm afraid you'll have to." He jokes hesitantly. His jokes weren't ever really understood by the others, but it was always worth trying he supposes.

It takes Aziraphale a moment before he lets out and ph followed by soft chuckles. "Yes, you're right, I guess I should say I can wait then?"

Raphael smiles, a large smile that looks odd on his angular face and sort of off putting if you looked at him a certain way. But it was genuine, probably the most genuine smile he had smiled thus far. All due to the principality in front of him actaully understanding his silly little joke.

The principality stares up in awe at the archangel's smile. It looking a little odd, like he wasnt used to smiling so wide, but it made him feel warm. He wanted to see the archangel smile like that more. "Oh my.." he breathes out, staring longer than what could be considered normal, longer than perhaps he should have.

But Raphael only raises a brow, still smilind wide. "What, is something wrong with my face?" He asks, reaching up to see if maybe he had wiped 'dirt' on himself.

Aziraphale felt his face heat up, turning a light shade of pink as he pulled his eyes away. "T-theres nothing wrong with your face!" He mumbles out quickly to assure the taller angel.

Raphael raised a brow, moving hai hand from his own face to reach out and gently touch Aziraphale's cheek. "You've changed colors." He states simply. "I've never seen an angel do that before." He says in concern. "Are you... alright?"

Aziraphale feels his face go warm even more, the color on his cheeks darkening to red. "I-i-i'm fine! I-i just feel a little warm is all, no need to fret over this little ol principality!" He stutters out.

Raphael runs his thumb over Aziraphale's cheek. "But your face has gone red! Are you sure you're alright?" He asks in concern, staring intently into the principality's eyes.

Aziraphale pauses for a moment, getting lost in the archangel's eyes. "I-im sure..." he mumbles, still staring into endless golden eyes.

Raphael stared back into light blue orbs, searching to make sure the principality was truly okay. What he found must have pleased him as he sighs out, pulling back and letting his hand drop from Aziraphale's cheek as he broke eye contact. "That's relieving. It wouldnt have been good if something was wrong with you and the others found out." He states offhandedly, like the mention of the others doing something if he wasnt okay was common place and nothing too important.

Aziraphale feels his eyes widen in concern. "Why wouldnt it have been good?" He asks quietly, afraid of the answer.

Raphale frowns slightly. "Its- well- ngk- i-it's nothing... They wouldn't do anything. They'd just think your a bit weird is all." He stutters out in a mumble, clearly lying.

Aziraphale looks at the archangel in worry. "That's a lie, i-i can tell Raphael... what would they do? Really?"

Raphael sighs, he was never good at lying. Guess it came with the whole angel thing. "I-it's only rumors, there isn't any proof and really, frankly, its probably all lies-" hes cut off by the principality reaching out to grab his hand.

"Please, Raphael, just tell me." He needed to know. His mind wouldnt stop running with all kinds of scenarios.

Raphael gulps. "T-they say that if something is wrong with you, t-that they get rid of you..." he mumbles, looking away.

Aziraphale stares at Raphale in horror. "Get rid? L-like dea-" hes interrupted by Raphael shaking his own head, looking on with horror.

"No, no, not death!" Raphael exclaims quickly to try and ease the principality's anxiety that he can feel ever growing. "Theyd just-"

"They would what?! Please just say it!" Aziraphale exclaims, gripping the archangel's hand tightly.

Raphael gulps, shaking his head. "Theyd make you... make you leave heaven." He says softly. "B-but it's just rumors."

Aziraphale stares at Raphael with wide eyes. "Make you leave heaven? I-is that possible, i-ive never heard of-"

Raphael shrugs. "I'm not sure... lots of us think it could be possible, but it's all based on rumors. Besides, many angels are weird or off, but they're still here. They havent been made to leave." Yet, his mind supplied as he gulped.

Aziraphale sighs. "Oh, it hasnt actually- oh my, I'm so glad. That was terrifying to even imagine, I'm glad it's just a rumor!" He exclaims, breathing out a sigh in relief as he let's go of the archangels hand. "I-im sorry I acted like that, I-im not sure why, but it-"

Raphael forces a small smile to his lips. "I-it's alright, I understand... i reacted similarly when i first heard about it as well." He says gently.

Aziraphale sighs softly before a smile takes over his lips. "Thank you- for telling me... even though it's bit terrifying to think about, and even though its just a rumor, I'm glad to know." He says softly, staring up at the archangel but not quite making complete eye contact.

Rapahel nods once. He felt guilty, ruining the peace that the principality was feeling before he had to go and mess it up. "Right, well I should get back to work... the stars wont create themselves." He says, forcing a chuckle.

The principality chuckles as well, nodding slightly and stepping back. "Right, of course. It was nice meeting you, Raphael." He says softly with a kind smile.

Raphael nods, turning and stretching out his wings to take off. But he stops for a second, turning his head to look at the principality. "I hope we meet again." He says softly, uncertain the principality would even now at that.

But the principality just smiles wide, looking excited. "Yes, I hope so too!" He exclaims.

Raphael smiles gently before taking off into the sky, letting his wings carry him to where he left off last when creating the stars.