#my handsome neglected grandpa

[the-arcane-eye]

EARLY HELLSTRIKE

➡ flea-bitten bastard | gladium by choice | shootist by profession

[gyupinkys]

POUT SOME MORE

Choi Seuncheol x fem reader

Seungcheol is not a nice man. How could he be? To run a mafia you need to be ruthless and you are no exception to that behavior. No matter how many times he fucks you and tells you he owns you, he will never mean it. Thats until he see's you being a little to friendly with Shownu.

part 2

WC: 3.6K

WARNINGS: unprotected sex, degradation, humiliation, exhibitionism, chocking, impact play, spanking, ruined orgasms, squirting, overstimulation, possessiveness, arranged marriage, knife play if you squint, basically cheol being petty and fucking you in front his friends.

There's nothing in this world you didn’t have. You grew up spoiled out of your mind. Anything you ask for daddy would run and buy. He treasured his one and only daughter, making sure she knew how much he loved her. Despite being the leader of the largest mafia in the continent he never once ignored your needs or neglected you. Your father was always there for you and would do anything for you, you loved him endlessly. But there was one thing he couldn’t give you and that was Choi Seungcheol. 

Now, you pride yourself in being a strong woman. So there's no way in hell you would ever long after a man. What do you look like being caught up, sad, and upset over a… man? Just the thought makes you shudder. You didn’t love Seungcheol, not by any means. Sure, you loved the orgasms and the way he filled you up perfectly, but you didn’t love him. He’s far from your type, he’s a womanizer whereas you love pathetic men who do anything you say. You want the treatment you received growing up to carry on into your adult life and Seungcheol is not the man to give you that. But just the thought of not having him grovel over you… beg to be in your presence irks you… 

You’re the full package so why doesn’t he want you? You try not to be too caught up on this, busying yourself with your other boy toys, but it’s always eating away at you. Who the fuck does he think he is? Does he think you’re undeserving of him? He’ll fuck you, but not want to date you? Now you’re getting worked up. This is why you cut him off, it’s not worth the stress; it’s been four months without him and you’re (going crazy) fine. You take a sip of your bloody mary and sigh. Looking around you see the man himself enter the club with his stupid posse… god, you despised him. You ignore him, “don’t let men get the best of you.” you whisper to yourself.

“Why is my dumpling so worked up?”

You immediately know who it is and smile. You love this guy.

“Hi, Shownu.” you say smiling up at him. He’s so fucking fine. You haven’t seen him in a few weeks, he just returned from overseas business.

“Are you here alone?” he ask, wrapping his hands around your waist. 

“No, Yuqi is around here somewhere.”

“Why is she always leaving you?” 

“Maybe so a tall, handsome grandpa could come and flirt with me.”

He clutches his chest. “I’m not old,” he says pouting.

“Don’t worry, you know I love an older man, and who else do I get to call daddy?” you smirk.

He groans, clutching your waist harder. “If you keep talking like this I’m gonna drag you out of here.”

You giggle.

On the other side of the club Seungcheol is fuming. His “I don’t care about you” act is backfiring. He has no claim over you and it’s his fault. He needs to maintain his big bad mafia boss act but he so badly wants to start pouting. Jeonghan senses it and nudges him. 

“Dude get it together.”

“But do you see her?” he whines. “She’s practically eye fucking him.” 

“You’re literally whining! People are gonna start looking.”

“Jeonghan you don’t get it! I literally fucked her brains out and then she cut me off!  And look at her she doesn’t even care.” he says as the whining increases. He’s two seconds away from actually stomping his foot.

“I don’t know how people buy this “alpha” act, you're actually just a little bitch.” Jeonghan says and rolls his eyes.

Seungcheol dramatically gasps. “Why would you say that to me?” 

“Why don’t you go talk to her?”

“And say what?”

“Cheol. I can’t tell you how to live your life. What will you do when I die?”

“I’ll just die with you.” he says seriously.

Jeonghan just groans and pushes Cheol towards you. 

“Keep it cool, keep it cool, keep it cool” he whispers to himself as he walks over to you.

He slides in the empty space behind you and orders a bourbon at the bar. You and Shownu turn to look at him. 

“Y/N. Shownu” he nods at both of you. 

“Hello, Seungcheol” you say with a small smile and Shownu just nods in return. You can sense an ego off about to happen and quickly make your exit. 

“Shownu, I’ll text you.” you say and get up only for Cheol to grab your shoulder. 

“And what about me?”

“What about you, Cheol?”

He doesn’t want to sound pathetic and beg. 

“You suck my dick  and say I’m yours and suddenly you’re acting like you don’t want to see me?” Nice one Seungcheol, way to fuck it up.

You raise your eyebrows at him and scoff. “Shownu will get a text because I don’t have to fake orgasms with him. He actually makes me cum.” you say with an innocent smile making Cheol scoff. 

You pat Shownu on the shoulder and walk off.

“Nice one man, maybe if you try respecting her she’ll fuck you.”

“I don’t need advice from you.” 

“You sure? 'Cause I'm the one who's gonna be deep in that pussy tonight” Shownu shrugs, walking away leaving Cheol pouting at the bar. 

“Dude, that was really bad.” Joshua says sliding next to him, making Cheol glare at him.

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You didn’t end up texting Shownu. You heard about his arranged marriage thats being planned through the grapevine and one thing you don’t do is fuck married men. You stuck to your trusty vibrator to get you through the night. As you’re about to get out of bed you get a phone call from Yuqi. You know she’s gonna be recounting her entire experience last night in full detail. With a sigh you answer.

“Y/N. What did you do to Seungcheol last night?”

“Nothing?”

“When you left the bar he started pouting and whining to that friend of his; The American one. Look, I even caught it on camera.”

You rush to open your messages to see a video of Cheol sitting at the bar with a huge pout on his face. You can’t hear what they’re saying but his friend is just sitting there laughing. You start to laugh too, he looks so pathetic. 

“I’m gonna call him. I’ll call you back.”

“Tell me what he says!”

You scroll through your contacts until you find his phone number. You never bothered to give him a contact, he’s just a quick fuck after all (no he’s not). You call him and after a few rings he answers.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Chollie.”

“Finally decided you want me?”

“I don’t know about all that. But, I think someone wants me more than they’re letting on.”

“Who?”

“I heard this guy was practically crying over the fact I turned him down. He was pouting and whining like a baby.”

“Oh, I didn’t hear anything about that.”

“Oh, I bet Cheollie.”

“Y/n. Did you just call me to try to make fun of me?”

“Me? Make fun of you? I would never. I’m just shocked that more people don’t know the “scary big bad alpha leader” is secretly a little bitch.”

“Y/N, the next time I see you, you’re really in for it.”

“I’m sure I’ll be fine and you’ll leave crying.”

“We shall see, Bunny.”

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The next time you saw him you were indeed not in for it. You attended a Gala with your father which, to you, ensured Cheol would do nothing out of line. To say he was scared of your father was an understatement. To be fair everyone is scared of your father, except you. After tagging along with your dad to meet “potential husbands” you tell him you’ve had enough and would rather be shot than get married to which he rolls his eyes.

“Dad, Have you seen Choi SeungCheol?”

“Why? Do you have a crush on him? He’s a very dedicated young man I approve.”

You roll your eyes. “More like he has a crush on me.”

“Good to know. He’s probably upstairs.”

“Thanks. Text me when you’re ready to go.”

You head upstairs trying to not look like you’re searching for him. There's no sign of him or any of his rat friends which is weird. You walk to the bar trying to be mysterious but probably just looking lost and confused.

“Y/N, You look lovely.”

You turn around to see Yuta leaning against a pillar looking as dashing as ever.

“Hi, Yuta.” you say walking up to him and giving him a genuine smile.

“Are you looking for someone?”

“Seungcheol”

“Well from the stare I feel boring into my head I can assume he’s behind me.”

You giggle, a little over exaggerated if you're honest but you just want to piss Cheol off if he’s actually behind him.You’re too nervous to look behind Yuta so you keep your eyes on him.

“He’s so dramatic.”

“Are you two dating?”

“Yuta. Look at who you're talking to. I don’t date.”

“You’re right, my bad. But why are you trying to make him jealous?”

“I’m doing no such thing.”

“You can’t fool me Y/N.” he says and pulls you into his chest.

“Might as well make your lies good.” he smirks and places a kiss on your jaw making you smile.

“Thanks.” you say as you peek over Yuta’s shoulder and see Cheol get up and walk away with Jeonghan at his side.

“My work here is done” Yuta says and winks as he walks away leaving you to your own accord on the bar. 

About an hour later you receive a text from your dad telling you to meet him downstairs. To your utter shock, standing at the door is your father, Seungcheol, and Jeonghan; laughing and chatting like they’ve been friends for years. What the fuck? You rush down the stairs as they wrap up their conversation. 

“Dad?”

“Oh, Y/N, let's go, I have some paperwork to draft.” he says, winking at Cheol.

Did they make a deal or something? Jeonghan is just smiling mischievously at you, making you more concerned. 

“I’ll be seeing you real soon, Y/N” Cheol says with a smirk as he leaves.

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“Fiancé?” You feel like fainting. You feel like killing someone, anyone, you feel like killing Seungcheol.

“What do you mean we're getting married?” you say feeling your temper rise. So this is what they were talking about at the gala? A fucking arranged marriage? God, you feel like crying. 

You look at your dad with tears in your eyes. “Dad?”

He sighs. “Y/N, You know I love you, but you need to settle down. And Cheol said you two have been dating for months. Am I so wrong to want to see my daughter marry the man she loves?” 

“What are you talking about?” you spit enraged. “I don’t even like Cheol. He’s so fucking annoying and I don’t want to settle down! Especially with him.”

Cheol walks up to you with a smooth smile. “Baby, Don’t be like that. It really hurts when you act like you don’t want me.”

You feel like killing him. Matter of fact, you will kill him. You run over to the living room center table and take out one of the many guns stashed there. Your dad quickly grabs you, probably anticipating your actions. 

“Dad I don’t want to marry him” you say as you start to cry, throwing yourself on the floor.

“Y/N. I’ve spoiled you for too long. It’s time for you to face the real world.” your dad says as he pats your shoulder. “Cheol, I’ll see you around. Take Y/N to your house, let her see her new home.”

You feel like your world is falling apart. You did wish for this, but now that you have it, it doesn't taste as sweet.

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You glare at Cheol from across the dining room table. He looks so fucking smug as he eats with his 12 fucking gremlins. God, You want to fucking break something. Why does he get to do this to you? He’s taking it too fucking far. You’re being forced to “meet his friends” like you give a fuck about any of them, but come to think of it, maybe you could use them to your advantage. 

You turn to the man on your left who has barely spoken a word to anyone but Jeonghan this entire time. “Joshua, Right?”

“That's me,” he says with a sweet smile. You see straight through him though, he’s probably awful. 

“Maybe if I met you first I wouldn’t be here. You are much cuter than Cheol.” you pout. His smile just widens and he shakes his head. “It’s a little too late unfortunately, maybe in another life.”

“I don’t see why not in this life.” you say as you run your finger across his hand resting on the table.

He looks at your hand and back at you. “Do you want him to murder me?”

“I’d rather he murder me at this point.” you sigh.

“Y/N.” Cheol growls out making you sigh more dramatically. 

“Yes, Cheollie?” you say sarcastically as ever.

“Why are you flirting with Joshua?”

“I was just wondering if he could actually make me cum. I’d love to have one last orgasm before I marry you and be bound to a life of awful sex.”

The room becomes eerily silent. You doubt anyone is even breathing. Joshua is looking like he wants to murder you but you're having the time of your life.

“Come here.” 

Your eyes widen at his tone. Woah. He’s not fucking around anymore. You get your ass up and walk around the table feeling all eyes on you. As you round the edge you gulp. 

“Take a seat.” 

You need to take a deep breath. You feel like all the air in the room is being sucked out. You sit in his lap and look in his eyes. 

“Any other request, Daddy?” you say with a smirk.

Making someone behind you choke on his drink and another clear his throat. 

Cheol’s hand flys to your throat and pulls your face towards him, forcing the little air in it out. “Don’t fucking play with me.” he spits into your ear.

“And what are you gonna do about it? Not make me cum?” you smile as his hand tightens. You can tell he’s embarrassed, not only are you embarrassing him but you're embarrassing him in front of his friends.

“Y/N. If I do remember correctly, the last time we fucked, you were crying and begging me to stop, clearly your the one who can’t handle some good dick. Two orgasms and you tap out?”

“I’ve always been told I’m a great actor.”

“Well let me refresh your memory.”

He pushes everything in front of him off the table and lays you flat on your back.

“Y/N, I try so hard. I try to be kind, to be sweet, to be the man you would want.” he says as he takes his steak knife and cuts through your top. “But it seems that's not the man you deserve. You deserve someone who will treat you like the fucking bitch you are, you just want someone to fuck you like a whore huh? You go around giving this pussy up to everyone, about time I make it mine.” 

You try to defend yourself but his hand on your throat only tightens. “Josh, Hold her hands down for me won’t you?”

Cheol looks down at you. “Since this is a community pussy, I’m sure you won’t mind if I use some help.” he smiles down at you. 

He pulls your pants off your body leaving you in just your bra and panties.

“My beautiful, Fiancé”

“Cheol Stop.” you say as you push your hips into him. You don’t even know what you want. You want to get up and stab him but you want to feel him stretch you open as his friends look. Actually you just want to piss him off. 

“Stop? I don’t think I want to.” 

“Joshua, take a good look. This is what you’re gonna get next.” you say smiling at Joshua.

One second you're smirking at Joshua and the next your cheek is on fire. Did this motherfucker just slap you? 

“Don’t look so shocked baby. You don't remember being on your knees, begging me to slap that pretty face?”

Your cheeks heat up. God, he’s humiliating you. 

“Cat got your tongue?”

He begins to harshly rub your clit over your panties, just the way you like it.. “I don’t think you want me to stop anyways. This pussy is dripping for me.”

“Are you sure it's dripping for you?”

He just chuckles. “You’re not gonna be able to fucking move tommorrow.”

 He pulls your panties off and throws them to the center of the table. “A treat for one of you.” He plays with your clit some more, pinching it and rolling it making you get closer and closer to the edge.

“I would stretch you out, but I doubt I need to. I’m sure sluts like you keep themselves nice and stretched.” You don’t even know when he unzipped his pants, let alone pulled out his dick. He rubs his tip through your folds making your eyes roll back. Youre already so fucking overstimulated, all the eyes on you, his degrading words, and the fact that you haven’t fucked anyone in weeks is killing you. 

“Beg.” he says looking into your eyes.

“No.”

“Suit yourself.” he says and tucks himself back into his pants. “And none of them are going to fuck you.”

Your eyes widen at this. Fuck. What do you want more? Your pride or dick? Ugh, and he already has you so close to an orgasm.

“Please.” you whisper.

“Did you say something?”

“Please.” you say a little louder.

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me.”

“Louder”

“Please fuck me Cheol!”

“Louder” he smirks, making you groan. 

“Please fuck me Cheol, I need it so fucking bad.” you frustratedly yell out

“There we go.” he says and he slides in bottoming out. He doesn’t give you a chance to adjust, immediately setting a beyond brutal pace.You have a feeling he wants it to hurt. It feels like he’s in your guts, you can barely breathe. Every thrust is sending you further up the table. You can’t even grip onto anything due to Joshua’s harsh grip.

“God.” you moan out.

“Don’t call for God, he can’t help you.” he grunts as he somehow fucks you harder causing the skin on your thighs to begin to sting. “Cheol, Please.”

“Please what, Baby?”

“Please let me cum.”

“Oh, Now I can make you cum? What happened to all that talk from before?”

“Cheol, I need it so bad.”

“I don’t care. Don’t cum.”

You hate this motherfucker. Tears begin to flow from your eyes from frustration and pleasure. “Cheol Please.”

“No.”

You were never one to listen anyways. You let go and cum all over him making him stop thrusting. “You’re real bold, baby.”

A harsh slap lands directly on your clit making your back arch. He hits you again and again, ruining your post orgasm bliss. “You know what? You want to cum? Then cum.” He begins thrusting again, rubbing your clit in the way he knows you like. Moments like this you wish he didn’t know your body like the back of his hand. He thrusts straight into your g-spot making you moan loudly, coming out more as a scream. “Feel good, baby?” he smirks as you begin to cry more. 

“It feels so good.” you moan.

“Cum for me.” 

After a few more thrust you cum turning your face and looking straight into Jeonghan’s eyes. You can’t believe he’s letting all his friends watch this. Just the thought makes you cum even harder, to the point where you start squirting over his chest, making his white button down turn clear.

“Oh look at you, baby. Squirting all over me.”

How is this man still going? You feel like you’re going to pass out and you know you’re not close to done. 

“Cheol I can’t.”

“You can’t what?”

“I can’t take it anymore.” you breathe out. 

He just laughs at you. “I don’t care.” he says looking you dead in the eye.

He keeps up his brutal pace making you groan. “Cheol please.”

“Shut the fuck up and take it.”

You start squirming and trying to break out of Joshua’s hold.

“Don’t run, baby. Take what I give you.”

Fuck. That was hot. You clench on him, making him groan. “You like that? You like having to sit here and take it? Not having a choice but to be my personal sex toy?”

This is why you wanted him so bad. He knows how to fuck you, he knows what to say, he knows how to treat you, break you, put you in your place.

“Cheol, I’m cumming.”

He pulls out right before you tip over. Cumming over your stomach and chest. Joshua lets go of your hands and you shoot up with wide eyes. “What the fuck?”

He pulls you in for a kiss and whispers against your lips. “Next time you want to be a brat, remember this feeling.” He winks and tucks himself into his slacks. 

“I’ll see you baby, I have work to do.”

With that everyone gets up and leaves, trying to hide their hard ons and pretend they aren’t phased. When you look around for your panties you see theyre gone. You look at the guys and see your pretty pink panties sticking out of Joshua's pocket.

[tobyfishenbock-blog]

Anime Review: Fruits Basket (2019)

Before I start this review, I want to preface that this is MY PERSONAL OPINION . If you disagree or like a certain show that I do not like, that is fine :)

TW: Suicide, trauma, abuse

Genre: Romance

Seasons: 2001 version (1 season)

2019 version (3 seasons)

Mangas: 23 volumes

Anime Info:

Fruits Basket was first released in 2001 and ran for one season. In 2019 it got a revamped version with a more vibrant style but stayed with the original character designs. They stayed true to the original show, even using the same jokes, characters, and scenes.

So you , might be thinking, if you watched the original version, why bother rewatching it in the 2019 version? Well the original ended pretty short, barley getting into the depth and backgrounds of the story. The reboot continues the story, staying true to the manga and lets you get to know all the unique characters better, even meeting some new ones they never showed in the first version.

This isn’t just a soppy romance either. It shows some dark and serious issues such as neglect, abuse, regret, suicide, trauma, etc. In your opinion, they go a great way about this as well without it being pushed too much or being used as shock factor.

Storyline: Tohru Honda is a young high school student who works part time while going to school. Honda’s mom passed away, and due to other living difficulties, she feels she has no choice but to live in a tent out in the woods. Little to her knowledge, she camped out on the Soma’s property.

The Soma’s were a wealthy and mysterious family. Tohru went to school with the most popular boy in school, Yuki Soma. He was a very handsome, smart and popular boy that many classmates fawned over. Yuki and his older cousin, Shigure, discover Tohru’s tent and offer her a place to stay with them while her grandpas place is renovated.

While living there she is introduced to more Somas such as Kyo Soma, another main character. While there she discovers that they are all part of the zodiacs. If hugged by the opposite sex, they transform to their assigned zodiac animal. With this knowledge, she must keep the secret of the family.

Rating: 4.5 out of 5

I loved this anime so much. It is true to the mangas and it is very emotional and beautiful. they know how to tug at your heart strings. I am not a romance anime person, but I fell in love with this anime. I didn’t give it a full 5 stars because some of the side plots seemed very corny at times, but I think that comes with most romance anime’s. I highly recommend this anime and look forward to reading the manga in the future.

[duchesstopaz]

*Trigger Warnings: Descriptions of physical abuse, mental abuse, emotional abuse, parental abuse, verbal abuse, child neglect, threats, anxiety, panic attacks, violence towards children.* Monday, June 19th, 2023 6:32pm

Today, we’ll be diving into the wonderfully enraging topic that is my stepfather.

It is truly baffling yet underwhelming that a man such as he, exists. And till the day I die, I will continue to wish the most ruthless hell for that man. So, let’s start from the beginning…

The thing about James is that he’s a deceiver. Someone with many masks, with two sides like a coin, a shapeshifter, if you will. I will never forget the first night I met James, I was only 7 at the time. You could feel the dishonesty in every breath he breathed, with words that hid his true identity. I remember telling my mom I didn’t like him when she asked, after he left. Whether fortunate or unfortunate, she remembers too. 

I learned the context for his odd behaviors long after the time, but he always hated the house we lived in at the time. He would always come home irritated for some unknown reason, acting in very brash ways. My mother would inform me years later that he hated living in the same house, sleeping in the same bed, eating at the same table, as the boyfriend that came before him. So, I guess the only logical solution would be to move, right? At least partially, no?

We had a wonderful 3-bedroom, 2-bathroom house, around the corner from my Nana. My younger brother and I had friends in the neighborhood, and would scooter around the corner to see our Nana, Grandpa, and Uncle. We went to a science academy, and my mom was doing absolutely marvelous as a single parent. But we moved. To a 2-bedroom, 1-bathroom house, 20 minutes to the next state, infested with roaches and mice, all for a little over $500 a month because dear old stepdad had a friend! And as a bonus (which was really the whole point), he got to call everything his! And did!

Anthony and I are almost 4 years apart, so I was almost 8 and he was 4. We moved churches, and it was like you were a completely different person. You would smile and laugh and joke and would be affectionate. But then again, there were people saying, “Oh, look at well behaved your boys are, James!”, “Your boys are so handsome, James!”, “I know they’re going to grow up just like their daddy!”. Umm… excuse me miss, sir, I’m standing right here and THAT is not my dad.  

We would go to our local BlockBuster and would be so excited to see the amazing place that brightened our eyes every time we went. You know, because every kid loves an outing. But, of course, it wasn’t for us. Ever. We weren’t allowed to look at the kids movies, weren’t allowed to ask to see the games they had, just wait for James to pick out the 4 or 5 movies or tv shows that he and his fiance (our mom) get to watch. Thank the universe for Nana for getting us a Wii, because all there was before that was trying to find ways to play with each other or watching wildly inappropriate TV with our “two parents”. Because seeing nudity and sex scenes are important for 8 and 5 year-olds to become men, right James?

Remember that time when me and Anthony were giving each other wedgies because we thought that shit was hilarious? Then, you punched me in the face so hard I flew into and broke our bookcase? Remember that time I stayed up all night playing video games, and you held and choked me against the wall? Remember that time when we lost one of the games we rented from BlockBuster, and after we found it, you threw every single toy, movie, book, game we had in the dumpster? And if not, oh well, because it didn’t stop there!

After my little sister was born, time sped up real fast. All of a sudden, they’re getting married, while just the five of us are standing in the pastor’s office, and I’m holding Malia and deemed “best man”, the day after my birthday. He said to me, “Well, now when you’re grown, you can tell your girlfriend that we got married right after your birthday!”. Then, we’re changing the house layout to where their bedroom and the living room are switching places because we need more space. I’m, now, given the esteemed responsibility as “baby-sitter” at age 8. My mom was pregnant again, and my sisters were going to be 10 months apart. Oh! And the most important bit, Anthony and I were now, “not his kids” (trademark it), and the violence got so much worse.

So, as he built himself a kingdom amongst rags instead of riches, where he is the sole king (without a queen), everyone else became his servants.  Everything in the house now had the possessive “my”, every single thing done in the house needed to meet your standards, everyone had to heed your requests and desires, no matter how untimely, and everyone had to be your audience as you spoke of promises for better that never came.

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[lizartgurl]

The Stars We Steal From the Night Sky (Anidala+Grandchildren)

@legendssaga @dilpickledd @padme-amitabha

"Mom," Leia yawned, bracing one arm against the doorway, "Where are the twins?"

Padme hurried to her daughter's side for support, leading her to the comfortable couch in the Skywalker's sitting room, "Leia, you should be sleeping!" She scolded her adult daughter, not hearing Leia's question.

"I took a good, long nap," Leia insisted, "I have to get back to work."

"Like Sith!" Padme cursed, and Leia knew her mother was upset, "You gave birth to twins, which, let me tell you from experience, is no easy feat. The planets will still spin on if you take your maternity leave for a week."

"But mother," Leia protested weakly, with no concrete argument.

Padme picked up the kettle on the table in front of them, pouring the thick, creamy liquid into a small cup.

"Bail and Breha dropped it by. They know it's your favorite." Padme pressed the cup into Leia's hands.

"Now, what were you saying about the twins?"

Leia took a nice long sip of the spicy paricha and sighed as her entire body relaxed. She had been trained by her father, the hero with no fear, she had argued for hours on the senate floor and gone almost seventy-two hours with no rest or nourishment during the siege of Bilbringi, but all of this paled in comparison with the exhaustion she felt after giving birth to Jacen and Jaina.

And still, Padme could tell that her daughter felt inadequate. Unprepared to be a good mother, a failure for neglecting her duties to the Republic, and strained from sitting still and doing nothing.

"I woke up to give the twins their feeding, and they weren't in their bassinets."

"Han and Luke were called in to help with a briefing, and I'm not so sure where Anakin is, but I know he took the twins with him. They wouldn't go back to sleep, so he said that he was taking them on a walk."

"Anakin and Han fed them, don't worry," Padme smiled and pulled Leia's hair from its ponytail so that she could braid it, "Those two eat like starving wookies." Leia couldn't be sure that her mother was referring to the babies, or their father and grandfather

"Where are they now?"

"Is that...can he do that? With three-day-old babies?"

"The med-droid said they were progressing perfectly fine. Fresh air should do them good. Your father and I had to take you and Luke with us everywhere when the Rebellion was first starting. "

Leia's hands were unsteady as she tried to take another sip of her drink.

"How about this," Padme squeezed Leia's shoulder, " You go and lie down for another nap, and I'll go find him and bring them back."

Leia took a couple deep breaths, "No, that's alright. I can sense that they're okay in the force, but I would like to know what they're doing."

Padme kissed her forehead, "I'll make sure your father asks before taking them out again."

"Don't tell him I'm mad," Leia begged, "Or worried, I know he just wants to help, and we're all just so excited, and I'm just so nervous about getting all this wrong-"

"Leia," Padme cut her off, "It's okay to be worried. It's hard to be a mother."

She cupped Leia's cheek in her hand, "You're strong, beta, and so are your children. You can do this."

Leia exhaled again, and nodded. She let Padme help her back to bed, and once that was taken care of, Padme immediately set out to search for her missing husband and grandchildren. She didn't have the gift of the force, but she knew Anakin well enough to know where he might take the twins.

Sure enough, she found him in the rooftop gardens. One of Beru Lars' blankets was spread out beneath them, and Anakin lay on his back with one twin tucked up in the crook of his elbow as he pointed up into the night sky.

"There's the Alderaan system. It's a pretty planet, but too cold for my tastes. And there's Naboo, where's Nana comes from. And if you squint hard enough, you can see the Outer Rim. That's where Abba's from."

"Memorizing star charts already, Ani?" Padme approached the midnight picnic, and gently picked up Jacen, who was fast asleep on the blanket next to grandpa.

"It's never too young if we want to make them the greatest pilots in the galaxy!" Anakin scooped Jaina up into his arms, and held her up high. She spat out a few bubbles in agreement.

Padme put Jacen back in the floating bassinet. "You're starting to get a hang of being a grandpa, aren't you?"

Anakin kept his eyes on Jaina, framed against a backdrop of a thousand glittering stars.

"They're so perfect, Padme. I didn't think I could love anyone more than I loved our kids, but then..."

Padme couldn't help herself, and she sat on the blanket next to him, tucking her chin between his shoulder and his neck, a position they were both very comfortable with. She wrapped her arms around his chest, and they both looked up at their granddaughter.

"I know what you mean." She whispered, kissing his cheek.

As Jaina yawned, Anakin brought her to rest against his chest. She feel asleep instantly, and Anakin looked as if he were about to follow.

"Come on, help me get these two back inside. Leia wants to hold her babies." Padme made a feeble effort to pull her husband to her feet, knowing full well she couldn't make Anakin do anything he did not want to do.

"Do I have to?" Anakin almost whined, looking down at Jaina, curled up against his chest.

Padme ran her hand through his curls. They had lost their color and their bounce over the years, but he was still as handsome as ever.

"That's the downside of being a grandparent." She sighed.

Anakin relinquished the baby to her, letting her put Jaina in the bassinet with baby Jacen, and together they went back inside.

But that was far from the first time Anakin Skywalker would show his grandchildren the stars.ani

[brideofcthulhu10]

Hi! Uh so Billy aka Dwayne and I have the same birthday (June 23). I don't really like my birthday because I've never gotten to celebrate. I haven't had a party since I was a kid and now I just always spend the day sad and with no friends. If you wanna write something with the lost boys celebrating Dwayne and reader's birthday together, I'd really love it. (No pressure tho. I really love your blog and hope you'll have a great day ✨)

Aw, I’m sorry to hear you’ve not been able to celebrate your birthday for such a long time. Hopefully I can give you a little taste of a great birthday with the boys, and a very special (belated) birthday to you from myself and all of my readers, you are an honorary Fang Babe which makes you a part of a community that’s there for each other! If you ever feel sad, I got my DMs open 24/7 if you ever need to just vent up a storm! All are welcome. 

Happy Birthday to You Both

Dwayne x Fem!S/O

Today was supposed to be special, yet the entire day everyone was so preoccupied with their own little lives that no one had even bothered to remember it was your birthday today. It was absolutely miserable. All the while your boyfriend Dwayne was currently tucked away at the abandoned hotel hiding away from the sunlight. Bursting into flames was certainly an occupational hazard. By this point the whole vampirism thing had come and gone, and while it did frighten you, nothing was more frightening than being without your dark crow.   

Rather than stay at home to be ignored you opted to go out for the afternoon, browsing shops for a special occasion. No, not yourself. See, as luck would have it, June 23rd also held significance to Dwayne. Marko, one of the younger members of the coven, had told you two weeks prior it would be Dwayne’s birthday as well. You had to keep your own secret. Not at their request, but your own. Overshadowing his birthday would be dreadful, you hated the idea of taking it from him. Besides, no one remembered anyways. 

Weaving through brightly lit shops, you pondered each piece wondering what would suit him best. Clothes were out, maybe a new skateboard? Just looking at the little white tags stuck to the back of them made you cringe. Okay, so that was out. You weren’t made of money. 

There was an old mystic shop selling a handful of oddities, somewhere called Madame Medusa’s Mystical Boutique. A few interesting necklaces caught your eye, but one seemed to be directly calling you. It was a crow skull attached to a leather cord, bordered by two carved red beads on either side. Two thick black feathers were wedged between the beads. Gently you slipped it off the hook, running your thumb over the chilled, smooth surface. 

“It’s a lovely item, isn’t it,” an elderly woman asked. Truthfully she startled you from behind the counter, almost making you jump a few good inches. 

“O-Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t see-”

“Don’t worry dear, hardly anyone does,” she chuckled, tenderly plucking the skull from your hand. “Shall I wrap this up for you?”

“Oh- Well I wasn’t, I mean it’s nice but-,” you stuttered, but already she was shuffling towards the counter again. Boy pushy woman. You didn’t even know how much it cost, you weren’t exactly on a budget but you couldn’t be going on any big spending sprees.

“Hush now. He’s going to be waiting for you, somewhere nearby. I can guarantee that this is the one you’re meant to give him,” she insisted, wrapping the necklace under aged brown paper. 

“Yeah, I’m sure he’d like it but-,” you couldn’t help but trail off. How- How did she know?

The woman pushed the little baggie your way, giving a tender smile before she began to hobble towards a curtained room behind the counter.

“W-Wait, I didn’t even pay for it!”

She waved off your concern, looking behind her shoulder while she parted the curtains in her path. 

“Consider it a present from those who neglected you. Take it to him, you’ll see..” And with that she vanished behind them, leaving you stunned where you stood. Silently you glanced down at the small plastic bag, almost jumping in place when a dusty old grandfather clock began to ring through the store. One, two, three, four, five, six. Oh! It was already six o’clock. Crap the boys would be up any minute!

It didn’t take too long to spot the gang of vampires sitting on the worn, wooden banisters talking amongst themselves. Dwayne was just as eager to spot you, sweeping between the boys and lifting you up in his arms. “Happy birthday, princess,” He gushed, planting tender kisses all over your cheeks.

“How did you know? I didn’t-”

“My bad,” Marko spoke up. He leaned back from behind Paul to wave your way, as if he were waving a flag of defeat. Damn. You weren’t even sure how Marko figured out your birthday in the first place, there was just no keeping secrets from that guy! 

Dwayne set you down, although he carried a much more concerned expression this time. “Why keep it a secret in the first place, Y/N?”

You fiddled with the bag still clutched in your hand with eyes cast downward towards your feet hoping a good excuse could get you out of just admitting you’d rather play backseat. But, you didn’t. Not that you couldn’t come up with any excuses. Rather, you didn’t want to be sidelined even for your boyfriend’s birthday. It was yours too, and for the past several years it seemed like you were constantly being set aside so that other things could happen. Your sister’s wedding, that trip to Colorado your parents took, grandma and grandpa visiting, your brother’s soccer games- everything seemed to take precedence over the celebration of the day you were born. And worst of all is you never got your Sixteen Candles happy ending. No one would really recognize they screwed up. You wouldn’t be apologized to with tearful shock when your parents realized they forgot your birthday, your friends- if you could even call them that at this point- wouldn’t try to cheer you up, and there was no handsome crush ready with a birthday cake to make it all go away. It’s like Dwayne already knew your feelings because before you could get a word in he pulled you into a crushing hug. Your head pressed against his chest. Sometimes you forgot he had no heartbeat and instead only listened to him rumble when he spoke to you.

“Just because today is for me, doesn’t mean it isn’t for you too, princess.” 

Those words hit you harder than you anticipated. Your throat felt as if it were swelling, dry with each labored swallow, and a tight pressure squeezed the bridge of your nose. Inevitable tears eagerly rushed down your while burnt cheeks. 

Dwayne only held you in place. He never let go until you were the one ready to release him, wiping away those pesky droplets of emotion staining you. “Now, I was saving this for when we took you to the hotel…,” he began with his hand jammed into his jacket pocket, rustling around for whatever it was he needed. “But, I figure maybe you need it now.”

A thick banded ring of aged silver sat in his calloused palm, an oval cut of turquoise clasped in place by a weaving border. Veins of black and copper split through chunks of blue-green paths. Rather hold it out to you, Dwayne tenderly took your hand into his own to slip the hefty piece over your ring finger. It nestled perfectly in place and you couldn’t help but let out a breathless laugh, slinging your arms over his neck. He already knew what to expect. Iron arms engulfed your waist and lifted you up. His stubble scratched the edges of your mouth when you crashed your lips into his. The sensation was overwhelming. It wasn’t just that he got you this, it was what he had gotten you. 

Dwayne had often told you myths and lore on lazy nights when the hunting grew slow and the hours were long. Once you found yourself admiring a very similar cut of jewelry decadently adorned with many fine cuts of turquoise, finding your curiosity piqued when asking him what the significance was to all these pieces. Why was it such a commonly used stone in so much jewelry, especially with Native American tribes.

“From what I can remember,” Dwayne thought back at the time, leaning over you to admire the pricey baubles kept protected under a thick sheet of glass “, my grandmother told me that every tribe has always valued it. I mean, they all have their reasons. It’s a powerful gem that carries protection, life and strength. I’ve even seen it change colors depending on where you find it. I hardly ever saw it though when I was alive, even back then it cost a fortune.”

But now, through one way or another he’d remembered how you admired them from afar, yearning to have a ring like that of your very own. The one to five hundred dollar price tags always scared you off whenever you’d come to find them in stores- at least, the real ones. For once you didn’t care how Dwayne had acquired your gift. Gift! Oh!

“Oh, hold on,” You interjected between kisses with the little bag presented before him. “I um, got you something too. From that crazy lady in the mystic items shop!”

A warmth spread through your chest watching him lay the necklace over, the skull placing perfectly atop his many others. It suited him perfectly. 

The whole night was just perfect. You spent the entire time going on rides with the boys after they spoiled you for dinner, later dragging you to the hotel where you realized what Dwayne meant earlier. There were streams of colored paper hanging off the rafters and old piping, red balloons tied to the furniture, and a banner of paper reading out “Happy Birthday Dwayne and Y/N” written in big, red marker letters. You couldn’t even make a wish when they brought out a cake for the both of you. After all, what more could be asked? They had already given you the most perfect birthday you could have ever hoped for. 

[londonfog-chan]

Glitter Freeze: Kakyoin x Reader Part 2

Spot the Disney references.

“What in the goddamn hell...”

“I... we didn’t think it would affect either of you. But now that we know you’ve manifested, we aren’t so sure.”

You’re not sure what to do. The one who had been holding you when you woke up (the very handsome red head with a bandage on his forehead), was dragged off by your brother to another room. Your mother won’t let you go, she holds you tightly and keeps kissing you and you’re simply too tired to fend her off. And then there’s the issue of Frosty sitting next to you, the woman made of ice with a veil that doesn’t seem to want to let your mother shower you in warm kisses. It turns out the cold was just a cold. It happened before the big disaster, some dude woke up and took the body of one of your descendants, but the thing with the lady made of ice was exacerbated by your sickness. When she woke up, her first instinct was to take care of you. The stranger, Avdol, told you that she hadn’t been working against you completely. She was just a little misguided. Overly emotional, she let her better judgement fall by the wayside and just did what she thought was best at the time. She didn’t understand that she was hurting you instead of helping you. But before his own fiery power could melt the ice, it was Jotaro’s classmate that stepped in, taking you up in his arms while some of his power calmed down yours any way it could. Apparently that involved his own weird dude thing getting frisky with yours.

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

You look at your grandpa. The lady made of ice honest to god hisses at your mother, pulling you out of her arms and into a frigid embrace. She presses a cool hand to your forehead, your fever is still high enough that you can almost hear the sizzle of her cold hands melting.

“Excuse the shit out of my goddamn French, but where the fuck do I even begin to explain what’s wrong?” You growled. “I can think of twenty fucking things off the top of my head. Pick one.”

The porcupine quills are out. You can feel yourself bristle with your usual ice cold attitude. The ice lady (Avdol calls her a Stand and you think that’s the dumbest fucking thing you’ve ever heard) softly hums, clicking her tongue as if she’s rebuking you. Your entire body is shaking, seized by the cold and the fear once again. You found out there actually was frost growing on your skin during the time you were getting cold, frozen fractals were currently blooming on your fingertips whenever the ice woman got particularly upset or felt you were in danger. That would explain why you felt like you had hypothermia. You basically did.

“But for functionality’s sake, let’s start with this bullshit. This is what’s been wrong. I get told I could have fucking died if your friend hadn’t thought it was odd there was ICE creeping out from under my door.” You show them the frost creeping up over your palms, and immediately Avdol approaches.

“Hold out your hands and breathe.” He commands.

It takes a lot for you to hold in the smart ass remark that wants to come out. The ice stand at your side hisses again and seems like she is going to do something to take care of the stranger, but the cold compels you to hold out your shaking hands to Avdol. You’re so tired of this. You want the cold to give way to warmth. This isn’t funny anymore and you want out of this shit.

“I want it to stop.” You hiss.

“I know.” He insists. “Breathe.”

His hands are warm under your palms, he guides your breathing. In through the nose, out through the mouth. Hushing you and calming you down like you’re a toddler about to explode with a tantrum.

“Look.” He speaks and you obey.

Sure enough, you’ll be damned. Your stand calms down, the frost retracting from your hands and returning to being small glittery specks on the tips of your fingers. Miniscule snowflakes, beautiful and each one is completely different from the other in small ways. His breathing technique has worked. Quelling the rage that threatens to boil over in your blood.

“Thank you…” you breathe. “That’s… that’s better. Much better.”

“Honey…”

This time the ice lady lets your mother take your hands in hers, and it’s the first time you’ve ever seen her gently but firmly nudge someone aside as she pushes past Avdol to get to you. He yields obediently, both his eyes and the eyes of your grandfather tamed on your mother as she breathes her hot breath onto your cold fingers. Jotaro returns, his narrowed gaze on you both. You meet his gaze halfway, daring him without words. You feel like the ice is going to come back but it doesn’t. It seems like there’s someone else watching from his side. Something hidden that you’ve still got that childlike fear of.

It pisses you off that he has the capacity to intimidate you like this, and you hear your Stand hiss under her breath.

“I know you’re probably scared…” your mother’s gentle voice startled you out of your staring contest. “But you’ve got to trust your grandpa. He’s going to help you and your brother, and it’s going to be all better soon. Mommy won’t let anything happen to you either, ok?”

All you can do is let her hold you tightly against her chest. No one says much of anything. The long winded explanation that your grandfather threw at you isn’t even worth the brain power it takes to absorb it all. Vaguely you nod when your mother asks if you’re hungry. Running on autopilot, because the only thing you can think of regarding this whole thing is the fact that Avdol told you there was a good chance you could have died. Your grandfather Joseph doesn’t stay. He’s got to have a talk with Avdol, no doubt it’s a worry about what should happen to your mother. He mentions something about a fighting spirit before they exit the room, and you’re left with your brother.

“… jeez…” he sighs. Annoyed.

Bristling, you think that mother fucker has no right to be annoyed.

“You’re always causing trouble.” He mutters.

“What the fuck did you say?”

He looks at you sharply, but you don’t care. Suddenly you’re bristling again. Porcupine quills out. Ready to scream. That familiar tension in your shoulders builds up, and before you know it you’re shouting at the top of your lungs.

“I was causing trouble?! I was scared you big dumb fucking bitch!”

Despite your anger, you’ve begun openly weeping. Tears fall and your voice cracks as you continue to scream at your brother. Every little miniscule thing. The way he avoided you when you first got sick, and then how he neglected you when there was this horrible thing, like a cancer, building up inside you all this time and you couldn’t even get him to look at you. But that wasn’t anything new. Ever since he grew a few pubes and his balls dropped he treated you like a disease. It never used to be that way. He used to care, he used to walk you to school every day and cut up your katsudon pieces in your bowl because he loved you. He used to fill the void in your heart because your father was never home. Jotaro used to play catch with you, and dress your dollies up and sing to you and make you feel as though life was beautiful and worth living. And these last few days, you felt trapped in your kingdom of isolation.

He stands there unmoving as you let it out. You can’t believe it. He has little to no reaction to your outburst. For once in his miserable life he doesn’t turn the screaming back on you. Are you fucking winning this argument??

“You left me all by myself! I didn’t even have anyone come in to check on me when I was freezing to death all alone in my room! Do you have any idea how scared I was?! I thought I’d been forgotten, especially when I had this fucking dumb thing inside me stifling my screams… Your dumb fucking ass was in the slammer and I was probably going to die and a literal stranger had to be the one to bring me back! Now I think of it, I’m not scared, I’m fucking pissed off! F... FUCK! FUCK YOU, YOU FUCKING FUCK!”

The use of the word fuck is like a mantra when you’re arguing with Jotaro. From insults ranging to fucking cunt, fucking pig whore, you’ve called him so many filthy things involving the word fuck that it’s lost all meaning to you. But still, it’s so interesting that you suddenly feel like you’re shouting at two people all by yourself. Your stand has faded away, evidently too scared to face your brother, she lets you scream to your heart’s content because you can feel she’s scared to face the ramifications…

But you could give a shit less.

“You always took care of me... and I kept calling for you and you didn’t come and get me! You fucking promised-”

“ENOUGH!”

Your grandfather is at the door. Before you can continue he bullies your brother silently out of the room and is at your side, holding your trembling shoulders and trying to talk you down from turning the house into Disney on Ice…

You wake up four hours later, exhausted, wrapped in the arms of your grandfather as he snores without a care in the world.

At least you’re not alone, and it’s a double whammy to turn over trying to get up to pee only to accidentally roll onto your mother. Well, you’re certainly not alone anymore. You’re unsure how to feel now, the inner bitch of your soul screams too little too late, but now you realize that they must have heard everything and felt guilty for neglecting you.

Well… you think, It’s sweet but, they’re not the ones I want to feel guilty for this.

It takes a lot of effort. Your Stand comes out in a flurry of cold and you have to really get it under control to prevent your loved ones from waking up, but she does help lift you over their bodies and out the door silently. Her hands are frigid. Icicles pressing against your soft skin as she guides you down the dark hallway and into the bathroom where you sit thinking on the heated toilet for a lot longer than would be necessary. But now that you’re at least having a few moments of clear thought, you can’t help but wonder how the fuck you have anything to do with all this.

You heard your grandpa before he left the room the first time, Her fighting spirit is strong but… What the fuck is he talking about fighting spirit? What the fuck does this have to do with the snowy woman standing in front of you while you take a leak, like this is a group effort and she’s there for moral support? It leaves you with more questions than answers. Maybe if you had fighting spirit you wouldn’t have passed out and missed the entire thing, and then maybe your Stand wouldn’t be hovering over you while you flushed and washed your hands, pushing soap into your palms because you only rinsed.

Better yet, whatever happened to that hunk whose Stand wanted to go to pound town on yours?

“I’m sorry… Did I wake you?”

The voice is so gentle, so sincere. It’s nothing like the sounds you’re used to in the house so it’s startling to hear. It’s coming from the room right across from the bathroom, and when you slide open the door, you see the red head all nice and cozy under his own duvet on a futon.

“Hey.” You murmur. “You didn’t wake me up. Are you ok?”

His head is wrapped in bandages and you kneel down to his level. You’re still in pajamas, an old shirt and overly large pajama pants that once belonged to Jotaro. He’s outgrown so many clothes that you have all these pajamas to steal from him whenever you run out.

“I’m perfectly fine.” He insists. “I… I didn’t mean to impose.”

“Impose on what? You look like you’re just as fucked up as me.” You point to your forehead. “Is that because of your Stand too?”

“No… That comes courtesy of the man who almost made your stand kill you.”

“Dude…” you groan. “Where does this cunt live? Because I’m about to fuck his shit up into next week.”

He is dead silent while you laugh, and you realize that it must be because of your mouth. You blanch when you see his blank face illuminated by moonlight peeking from a crack in his screen door. An uncomfortable silence passes between the two of you. What else can you say? Nothing you have on your tongue seems fit for your ears, and it’s honestly like talking to Grandma Suzi when she ignores you until you clean up your language.

“All your ice is melted.” You huff, looking at the neglected ice pack by his side.

“Yes…”

“Do you… do you want me to fix it?”

I mean… you yourself are an icemaker yeah? Technically?

The hunk takes a while, but eventually nods his consent. Your Stand places her hands on the ice pack. You can hear the crackly squeeze as the water solidifies, and when you place it on his head he sighs in relief.

“Thank you…”

“No… I should be thanking you.”

He looks at you. Even though he’s just as ice cold as you are, those beautiful eyes that greeted you when you woke up hold you tightly in their gaze. He’s intently listening. All of his focus is trained on you. For the first time you feel almost embarrassed that he’s just staring you down.

“You saved me right? I… I remember you kissing me.”

“P-please understand… I didn’t set out to take advantage of you like that.”

He explains that it wasn’t completely him. For some reason, his Stand acted out on its own, clutching yours and lavishing her with affection.

“It was very strange…” he murmured. “For once it didn’t want to destroy. It seemed to want to draw out your Stand, the way she hovered over you, her frosty breath coating you in layers of ice… It was too much.”

“I… Well shit dude… I guess I’d rather thaw out by macking than die alone in my room like a human popsicle.”

Finally, he laughs, and your heart skips a beat because god dammit. He’s just so handsome. Total beef, more defined muscle than your grandfather and brother combined, and his gaze is just so captivating. He has those big puppy dog eyes, and he looks like he could bench press ten of you.

“I don’t hold it against you.” You tell him softly. “I… I was really scared. I could feel like I was slipping away into the cold. I wanted to give up. No one came for me. I couldn’t even cry for my mother… And then you came.”

You smile gratefully at him, swiping at a strand of hair that’s in your face.

“Thank you... um…”

“Noriaki. Kakyoin Noriaki.”

“Thank you, Noriaki-kun, for coming to my rescue.”

Unfortunately you will never know what it does for your features when you smile, and you miss the red dusting across Kakyoin’s cheeks as you exit the room.

[justalittlebluetiefling]

Thank you for tagging me, @catefrankie​! Almost a week ago, I’m sorry!

Rules: Tag 21 people you’d like to know better! (If you don’t know 21 people  that’s fine too, just tag who you want)

Nickname: my best friend from high school calls me E, but my name doesn’t lend itself to nicknames.

Zodiac: Virgo

Height: 5′7″

Last movie I saw: This is weird to admit, but uh... Wuthering Heights, the MTV version from 2003. I randomly remembered how obsessed I was with the soundtrack, so I rented it on Amazon and had to watch it.

Last thing I googled: ‘polar vortex’ because I was being petty

Favorite Musician: I’m not really sure. Kesha is the first that comes to mind. But I’ve also been really into Tina Guo’s arrangements lately.

Song Stuck In My Head: the Halloweentown theme song. (which is weird because fun fact, I don’t like that movie)

Other blogs: I have a Veronica Mars sideblog that I’ve been neglecting... @whats-180days-to-us. I also have the URL justalittlebluetiefling saved in case I go full Critical Role one day. Or if I decide that I need to make a side blog for Critical Role... which, you know... I’m lazy. That’s not going to happen.

Do I get asks: Sometimes! I really love it when I do, because you all are so kind. I’ve gotten some really sweet ones on the Veronica Mars side blog asking me to continue that gif series, which I fully intend to, but I am tired and have been writing ALL THE TIME lately. Writing doesn’t give me a lot of time for gifs. I mostly get ones here about fanfic/writing or about Jordan Bolger/Zeke Shaw, which... I’m glad my brand is loving him, because I LOVE HIM almost as much as I love Clarke and Bellamy.

Blogs following: 327

Amount of sleep: it depends on the day... anywhere from 4 hours to 9 hours a night.

Lucky number: 22

What I’m wearing: black & white plaid pajama pants, a pink tank top, and my grey Critical Role hoodie

Dream job(s): Kindergarten teacher. Writer.

Dream trip: Right now, Italy. Or the Netherlands so I can visit the place my grandpa was born.

Favorite food: I’m pretty partial to the Nacho Fries at Taco Bell lately. I mean, that’s not a real answer, but oh well. 

Play any instrument: I took piano lessons for 11 years and I still dabble. I’ve been considering taking lessons again for fun.

Languages: English. And a little Spanish. I used to be fluent in Spanish, but I stopped practicing after high school. I can still understand about 60% of what I hear, but I have a hard time responding back quickly.

Favorite songs: Oh this one is hard. On heavy rotation lately: 

Duet by Penny and Sparrow, ft. Stephanie Briggs  I’m With You by Vance Joy  Free to Love by LP  There’s No Way by Lauv ft. Julia Michaels  Shallow City by Handsome Ghost  Sing of the Moon by The Collection  Breathe by Luke Cusato  On My Way by Foxes  Over You (Acoustic) by Marc Scibilia  hold on by flor  Riptide by Vance Joy  Wake Me by Bleachers

Random fact: I still own the same Super Nintendo that my parents bought for me when I was a kid.

Describe yourself with aesthetics: orange cats, stacks of books, video game controllers, oversized hoodies, fluffy blankets, plaid button-ups tied around the waist, venti starbucks cup, tattoos peeking out from under clothing, skyscrapers on the horizon, sheet music resting on a piano, galaxies, rainbow hair, leggings and jazz shoes, notebooks with pretty-colored pens

I’m tagging: @hostagetakerandhistraitor, @thehundredtimesobsessed, @dracoterrae9099, @nvermindiseeyou, @carrieeve

[cadaverchoir]

i got enabled and spent two hours on a list of serin/bihyung hcs cause they’re my favorite rarepair in existence. Also Like. i Trust bihyung to treat Serin with the mutual respect and patience she deserves (looking @ u nex Ur On THIN Fucking Ice For Ur Past BS).

inital dating

gonna say it right now it took Forever for Bihyung to let his feelings for Serin be revealed and even when they were it was during a less than ideal argument over her needing to take better care of herself and her not getting why he's so concerned over her. needless to say once he did give the reason they were both so stunned they spent a good five to eight minutes frozen. trying to think of what to say. not coming up with much. really just thankful that no one was in the same room as them when it happened.

perhaps the funniest thing abt them as a couple is that most ppl can't tell they're romantically involved unless they catch them during a private moment or date. they aren't the kind of people to have others rlly know they're together. they're very lowkey. Also Cause Their Respective Clans Are Still Bitter At Each Other.

though they do keep knowledge that they're a thing to a select few it's still hard to Not notice how they light up when seeing the other or even just having their name mentioned when apart. for Serin it's an easy feat to hide any expression change, but her eyes will seem less unreadable and indifferent. Bihyung doesn't have the same skill at hiding expressions like Serin, acting a certain way is more his thing. Specifically acting like he dislikes her. Which is something he got good at during their years spent at the academy and having to force himself to ignore his crush as much as possible when seeing her do something cool. But one day his usual sneer like smile seems less smug and more like a friendly mocking one, he also cuts down on the condescending attitude when talking to her.

They can play the frenemies card well but the second they can be alone the act falls apart. they still keep any extra lovey dovey stuff for dates or when they Know it's just the two of them, but they can make just sitting in silence or casual conversation about their day seem really soft and romantic. Especially if they feel comfortable enough to hold hands or place soft and short kisses on the other's cheek. They're very cavity inducing to watch.

their dates are often spent in the more casual, less nobility filled parts of chaos. simple outings to town markets and restaurants. sometimes whenever there's a meeting or formal engagement being held in their respective houses can also end in them disappearing when they aren't needed to the gardens or any quiet place. at some point Serin's father and Bihyung's sister begin to get suspicions about them, but Rain assures Navarus that they're just friends, he's never convinced though. and the ensuring reveal that his daughter IS involved with one of the Serpent's princes does leave him conflicted. But He'd Still Prefer The Serpent Than The Undead.

as a married couple

when it was announced that they were engaged it received unexpected joy from both clans. it was a very sudden and unseen development, shocking especially the higher members of both societies and even angering some, but more than anyone the people were happy to learn about it.

the marriage ceremony had been a very small and secret event with only family and close friends present. it was a traditional Serpent marriage.

even when they are married and everyone knew it they still kept a very professional relationship when carrying out their duties. with the exception of not being afraid anymore to kiss the other or tease each other in public.

Bihyung is noticeably the more willing to be affectionate when around others. it's usually limited to just hand holding or leaning against her, gently placing his head atop her's. Serin is more likely to tease or otherwise poke fun at him when given the chance. Really goes for the embarrassing stuff. He'll usually get his revenge in some form or another later on.

Did you know Serin is strong enough to carry a full grown man??? if you doubt her and her sheer strength we can't be friends.

In context, Bihyung is actually a surprisingly affectionate person and loves showing as much love and care to Serin as much as possible. even if that means sticking to her hip and wrapping his arms around her like a sloth when they're alone. She'll feign annoyance but finds it very cute. He also enjoys her (fake) irritated noises as she tries to do anything in the house with him glued to her back. occasionally she'll straight up give him a piggy back ride. He's always a mix between being embarrassed or really impressed at her strength.

They're a very soft and good couple that are the epitome of both a power couple AND a super hot one please think abt it for a second.

They both get ungodly long and beautiful hair as they grow older. Bihyung plays it cool any time Serin says he copied her by saying he actually copied his brother. Both are kind of a lie cause the truth is he just liked having Serin brush his hair so he grew it out so she could spend a bit more time brushing it. They both actually help each other with their hair in the morning.

As much as they enjoy being a lovey dovey couple they're still rivals who can be seen practicing every now and then. Not only does it keep them at the top of the game but it also gives them an excuse to stay in bed the next day. They really don't hold it back when it comes to their supposed practice fights. They don't hold back when it comes to A Lot of things actually. interpret that as you will.

bonus What If They Had Kids

i WAS gonna go with Siana and Nin but i already have some hcs abt Bihyung being their adoptive dad in an au where Serin just says Fuck It and seeks asylum in Serpent that i'll talk abt One Day/probably soon.

Serin is all for kids but Bihyung takes a while to warm up to the idea. Not because he doesn't want any but rather cause he's. Unsure he'd be a good parent. Even when it does happen he still remains nervous.

As corny as it is though the second he holds their child for the first time he can't bring himself to let go of them, all unease or nerves he had moments prior seemingly gone. even when Serin asks to hold them too he says no softly. She can't bring herself to get mad cause between the way he said no and just the sight of him holding their child he’s actually super cute in that moment.

Can you imagine the sort of kid they'd have. Can you imagine just how much potential and power a kid between them would have. Can You.

For such dreary people they sure do light up when they start their own little family. If they seemed content before as just a couple then they're the definition of happiness when seen with their child.

They're both equal parts strict parent and fun parent. Even when they're strict though it comes off very guiding like and very soft. Child neglect and yelling/criticizing a child?? Not in this household.

Within the first year they both commission a plethora of family photos. a photo for each month. It quickly becomes something of a tradition.

One Time when their child was four they Demanded to go help Bihyung with his duties. He spent a good five minutes trying to convince them that being the substitute leader of a clan is boring and that they'd have more fun visting grandpa Navarus with Serin but got done in the second he thought he heard a soft sniffle.

The sight of him walking around the main castle and ordering people around with a four year old held in one arm was quite the sight. especially when he'd go from cutesy dad to stoic hardass.

Serin really wishes she could have been there to see it all. Luckily Rain was there and documented Everything.

It's common knowledge Serin likes dressing up so it's also common knowledge her child is the best dressed baby in both the Demon and Serpent clans. She also greatly enjoys having them all match during family outings. even when he's royalty Bihyung strays from wearing such eye catching clothing and only does it cause Serin's smile is nice, as well as her comments about how handsome he looks, doesn't quite get how a color can bring out his eyes more, but her smile is nice. The only time it wasn't as nice was that time when she made him wear pants with a slit in the sides and the shirt was a bit lower than he was use to. The Demons have an odd taste in clothing.

Serin's that scary looking but actually super soft and loving goth mom i can't get the picture of her kissing her child on the cheek as she says bye cause it's their first day of school but she's wearing dark lipstick so they're just stuck with this kiss imprint on their cheek for the rest of the day cause Serin couldn't wipe it off completely out of my head it’s too cute.

[theycallme-tunathot]

What the Fates Will Allow || [Part 2.]

Seokjin, son of Hestia

Synopsis: Jin’s rising star for being featured on the front page of the zine doesn’t mean he can neglect his gardening. After all, he puts his pants on one leg at a time, just like everyone else. Author’s Note: I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. I really enjoyed writing this. Don’t hesitate to drop some feedback in my inbox, I’m always down to hear it. Gif credit is here.

“So? Eat less and don’t eat after 8 p.m.”

“Hey, you’re face looks familiar.”

Jin wasn’t sure how many times he heard that line over the last three days, but no matter the frequency, it made him glow. Every time he heard it, his ears would perk up and his eyes would sparkle as he turned his attention to the person.

“I’ve been here a while so, you may have seen me around,” he would say meekly. 

But he knew that was the biggest lie he was comfortable telling. Jin knew why his face was so familiar to so many people around the compound this week. Thanks to Hobi who begrudgingly wrote up a story on the approval of the fruit orchard, his picture was splashed across the front page of the zine. And sure, most people were buzzing about the missing Hades recruits, but his face was the only other human face on the page. People were bound to notice him more this week.

Despite his rising fame, Jin wanted to at least retain his old routine. No matter how much accolade he would receive for his communal vegetable garden or the fruit orchard, he couldn’t neglect the care he put into them in the first place. The plants would need water regardless of how many people stopped him to ask about his face.

So as he stooped down in the center of the tomato plants in the communal vegetable garden, he sighed contentedly. With all the welcomed attention, he liked the idea of this semblance of normalcy. Plants didn’t radically change or judge. They gave as much as the reaper and sower put in--nothing more, nothing less. Truly inspiring really, when he really thought about it.

All his life Jin spent his free time growing things. Before he even heard the news about being a demigod, he would beg his father to allow him a few potted plants in his room. I can grow food we can use, he tried to argue. Over a span of four years, Jin successfully wore his father and stepmother down and received an abundance of planters in assorted sizes, seeds of various plants and a beginner’s guide to gardening.

Soon, his plants became too big and less practical for a room, so he convinced his father to allow him a greenhouse. A tiny little space in the backyard is all he needed. But soon he became enchanted with other aspects of plants. Flowers and medicinal herbs soon became equally as interesting as the food he grew.

People said he was a little too obsessed with plants, but he’d beg to differ. Not enough people were obsessed with plants in his humble opinion. They gave so much to people, but most couldn’t even begin to fathom how little they gave back to plants.

“Hey Green Thumb,” Jin heard, breaking him from his steady rhythm of trimming.

Searching for the direction of the voice, Jin’s eyes locked in on a familiar frame. A glistening arm went up to shield his face from the sun as he squinted to get a better look at the person’s face.

“Hobi, you know how much I love that nickname.”

Pretending to be let down, his smile remained as he weaved his way through the various vegetables.

“I keep forgetting that you like to be called Green Thumb,” he mused aloud. “How does Soil Boy sound? Get it? It’s because you’re dirty a lot, but you also work with soil--”

“I get it, it’s just not funny.”

“Oh forgive me, I almost forgot how funny you never were.”

Jin gave an exasperated sigh. He didn’t like when people joked about his humor. While the son of Hestia knew it was his fate to live the rest of his life in a garden, something he was perfectly fine with, he knew he was funny. In fact, everyone knew he was funny. That’s why people always laughed around him.

The eldest laughed with ease, “You’re calling me Green Thumb, but clearly someone else is green.”

Hobi gave out a snarky laugh. “Me? Jealous? Of what?”

“Me and my jokes.”

“What jokes Jin? My grandpa has better jokes and he’s dead.”

“You always say that your grandpa is funnier, but how can I know that if he’s dead? That’s the most useless argument.”

“You know, there was a reason I was visiting, but you’ve angered me so, I don’t even think I can remember now.”

Jin only laughed, looking at the younger demigod. “You mean you weren’t here to see my beautiful face in person? I have to say I look good in print, but you have to admit the real thing is better right?”

It was almost instantaneous how quickly Hobi shook his head, amused.

Hobi was the first real friend Jin made at the compound. Sure, Jin was probably the longest resident and recruit here but he didn’t make friends easily. His personality was too nurturing, too unconditional to allow for genuine friendships to bloom. Regardless of whether anyone intended to be his friend or not, if they needed help, he was more than happy to oblige. It was just in his nature.

So far, Hobi was one of the few people around the compound who didn’t ask for favors. Most people wanted his knowledge on homemade remedies and natural skincare, an ear to vent or wondered if he was in the middle of brewing a pot of tea--the list of things Jin could provide seemingly endless. But not Hobi. The guy just seemed interested in talking to someone who wasn’t obsessed with bringing up their immortal parent every two minutes.

Standing up, Jin decided he needed a break. Unceremoniously, the tall demigod wiped the sweat pooling at his hairline with the back of his arm.

“So, how’re things going? I’m sure you didn’t walk all the way across campus just to see this handsome face--your loss really.”

“I told you, never mind,” Hobi said as he thumbed the leaf of a tomato plant.

“Then why are you still here?”

The orange-haired guy shrugged, glancing back at him before returning his gaze to the slightly damp soil beneath his feet. The silence only dragged on as Jin continued to stare at Hobi for what felt like a lifetime. He was hoping he could wear him down and get Hobi talking. His friend was never one to just drop in without purpose. 

He also never thought his purpose was so inane as to completely abandon it once he arrived, no matter how goofy Jin was acting that day.

Before their conversation could comfortably continue, they were interrupted by a someone who entered the vegetable garden.

“Um, Seokjin--”

“You can just call me Jin,” the demigod replied, the wind ruffling his brown hair into his eyes slightly.

“Sorry. Jin, some people told me you’re the person to go to for herbal medicines.”

Jin’s mouth twisted to the side, lips pursed. “Who said that?”

“Kwangsu.”

“I told you that asshole would say something,” Hobi said, his tone so I-told-you-so that Jin groaned loudly, eyes squeezed shut as he tilted his head back.

Turning to face the visitor, Hobi addressed the girl directly. “Kwangsu is mistaken.”

“No, he got that stomach ache remedy from you.”

“And how can you be so sure?” Jin asked, titling his head to the side as he looked at the visitor.

“The infirmary gives you actual medicine.”

“Excuse me!” Jin said, his voice booming over the vegetable garden as he gave the girl an incredulous look. “I’ll have you know that medicinal herbs are just as effective and just as real as the chemically manufactured shit biscuits they call pills.”

The girl only grinned in response as Hobi watched in stunned silence as his friend ratted himself out.

“It’s a good thing you don’t have a big mouth Jin,” Hobi responded before looking back at the girl. “What the fuck are you looking for?”

“I’m having bad indigestion.”

“So? Eat less and don’t eat after 8 p.m.”

The girl only scowled at Hobi. 

In all seriousness, Jin wasn’t supposed to be giving out medicinal herbs--hell, he never got the okay to grow them. But in the Hestia cabin, in his little room, he had so many medicinal herbs growing, he had to find a way to get rid of the fully grown herbs to make room for the new ones. Anyone injured or sick on the compound was supposed to get any medication or treatment from the infirmary, but the few who knew of Jin’s capabilities would seek him and his medicinal herbs out.

“I need medicine,” the girl reiterated to Jin even though her eyes were set on Hobi.

“Are you deaf? He said he doesn’t--”

“What are you symptoms?” Jin interrupted Hobi.

“I told you, it’s indigestion.”

“I know, but sometimes that can be a misdiagnosis on your part and I don’t want to give you herbal medicine that doesn’t treat what you have.”

The girl stuttered out a few symptoms, her tone sounded unsure and questioning. And that’s when her facade began to break down and Hobi shook his head, folding his arms over his chest.

“You Dionysus recruits are so full of shit,” Hobi replied, making Jin’s eyes widen.

“Hobi--”

“When’s the big party then?”

The girl tried to pass off a confused look but as Jin squinted his eyes, focusing on her, he could see she was unsure of how to lie about needing his herbal medicines.

“I don’t know what you mean,” she stuttered out, her eyes sliding from Hobi to Jin and then back to Hobi.

The Hermes recruit sighed deeply, unamused and unimpressed.

“You act as if I haven’t written a story on this before. I know you’re trying to get wormwood herbs out of Jin.”

“What!” she shouted. “Why? Why would I do that?”

Jin felt his eyebrows furrow deep on his forehead as he looked her over. “Because wormwood herbs, when concentrated, can make absinthe.”

Jin didn’t know much about absinthe, but he knew with a bottle of hard alcohol, some wormwood and 26 hours, the Dionysus recruits would have a full-blown absinthe beverage available for a party--something that has happened before, thanks to having the herb on hand to treat digestive problems and menstrual cramps.

Instead of feeling upset or angry that the girl would lie, he almost felt sorry to have to turn her away. “I’m sorry...I can’t actually help you out. Those herbs are only used for medicinal purposes, besides the amount I give out now wouldn’t be enough for you to make absinthe. It only really works for three cups of tea.”

The girl’s expression drastically changed from mild confusion and extreme uncertainty to desperation. Jin, for a solitary moment, felt bad. If he could help, he would. But after the fiasco last time he gave out copious amounts of wormwood herbs and the fact that he wasn’t given the go-ahead for any of this, the risk wasn’t worth it. Especially for a girl he hardly knew.

“I can’t go back empty-handed.”

Hobi gave an unimpressed huff, “Not his problem, I’m afraid.”

Without another word, she turned around and timidly left the vegetable garden.

“I swear I hate Dionysus recruits--they’re such assholes,” Hobi complained.

“Hobi--”

“That girl was about to pretend like she was sick to get wormwood herbs off of you.”

“But still, you were kind of harsh don’t you think?”

Hobi gave a blank stare, blinking twice before shaking his head. “I could’ve said a lot worse than that.”

“Trust me, I know,” Jin quickly added. “Are you sure nothing is bothering you that you want to talk about? Is that why you showed up?”

The orange-haired demigod rolled his eyes as he quarter-turned away from Jin. “Didn’t you listen to me earlier? I said nevermind. Besides, don’t you have food to shove into your face? I know it’s been at least five minutes since your last big meal.”

It was a well-known fact about Jin. He ate well. No matter what he was doing or how busy he got, Jin would eat regardless. But this was obviously a deflection tactic Hobi enlisted to get his nurturing friend to change the subject.

Jin gave one of his knowing looks, the kind that really ate at Hobi’s patience. After all, Hobi wanted to keep as much distance as he could from that prying stare Jin could perfectly deliver anytime he felt like someone was hiding something from him. Just as Hobi swore he wouldn’t crack, he could feel the mounting stress and realized that he came here because the last few days hadn’t been the most comfortable.

He needed someone to talk to.

“What’s your mom like?”

The question was so abrupt Jin hesitated for several seconds, trying to process something he never heard Hobi question or talk about.

Glancing at his friend, Jin could see something was bothering him. Was that really why he asked such a question?

“You never ask--”

“I know, I know,” Hobi said, holding a hand up as his friend’s eyes scanned the vegetable garden. “Someone asked me about mine and I just…”

“Everyone asks each other about their parents though,” Jin pointed out, trying to remind Hobi of why he chose to hang around Jin most of the time.

Hobi shook his head, “This wasn’t just someone--bad wording on my part.” For a few seconds, Hobi looked deep in thought. Jin was starting to feel worried before he finally said something. “Director Yoo asked a question about him. It just had me thinking is all…”

Jin’s face softened considerably. At least five days passed since his meeting with Director Yoo about his Hades block story and of all the things they discussed, it seemed only one thing left its mark with his orange-haired friend. Hobi wasn’t usually like this though, Jin contemplated. He was the best out of everyone around the compound with his parental issues. In fact, one could argue Hobi was strangely accepting of the idea of never meeting his father.

“He doesn’t owe me a visit or anything else, does he?” he said during their first conversation.

But at the moment, it looked like not knowing him was burrowing under Hobi’s skin.

“She was soft,” Jin stated, his voice growing thinner as he contemplated the memory. “The softest I ever felt. She was the mom I always wanted but never had.”

Jin could almost see her now. The soft glow that seemed to radiate from somewhere deep inside of her. The way she touched his cheek and said his name, her voice as smooth and rich as warm honey. It was like she was proud of him, but he couldn’t even remember what there was to be proud of.

“That moment can last a lifetime,” he continued with a gentle smile. “I could never see her again and that would be alright because in that one moment she was the greatest thing I’d ever seen.”

Life wasn’t always easy for the happy-go-lucky guy. He grew up with a mom who was always spiteful of him. He wasn’t her child but she was expected to take care of him as if he were. His father never seemed motivated to step in when the verbal abuse from his “mother” became too much, which led to the guilt that gave him the greenhouse and the endless supply of funds for Jin to continue taking care of plants and the garden. The greenhouse was the only place he could truly escape to. He was picked on at school, hated at home and ignored by his dad.

Despite the mistreatment from the woman he had to call mom, Jin didn’t hate her. No, how could he really? When she married his father, his father promised she wouldn’t have to raise Jin. But when his son turned out to be soft, gentle-hearted, kind, nurturing and everything his father couldn’t deal with, his father pushed for his new wife to raise him.

So when Jin found out one day after passing out in the greenhouse that he was connected to something higher than the ever-growing obsession with plants, he felt changes. He felt different. He could almost feel the earth and the plants around him. Was that even the right word? It wasn’t like the plants talked to him--that made no sense. But he could feel them, empathize with their struggles or rejoice in their blooming happiness in the sun. All he ever wanted to do after that moment was take care of the people around him, something he felt most of his life but never did because he felt like he didn’t know how. Now he did. 

Things made sense all of a sudden. And that’s when his true mother visited. In all her beautiful glory, she explained how much potential he truly had and how much she mourned that she couldn’t be by his side everyday. Although she couldn’t be there for him, she did say she was always watching him. And that made Jin feel somewhat complete.

So someone did care, he thought to himself. It was enough to help him endure the trashiness of his life, the daily reminder that he wasn’t worthy of his “mom’s” love, the silence from his father and the teasing from kids at school. He could withstand it all now that he was certain someone actually cared about what he did in life.

It was this completeness, this satisfactory high that Jin wished everyone could feel.

Hobi gave a half-smile, one that crept into the different crevices of his face, but never really settled in his eyes.

“She sounds lovely.”

The smile on Jin’s face only became softer, “She is.”

“How often does Hestia visit?”

In response, the demigod’s broad shoulders bobbed up in a shrug as he looked over the garden. “I don’t really keep up with it, but I think a few times a year,” he answered. “It seems kind of random to me.”

This was the truly cruel reality about being a demigod. It wasn’t fair, in Jin’s opinion. Some saw their parents frequently while others went their entire lives without ever meeting them. It just didn’t seem right to have a kid, dump them into the world and never visit.

Being a demigod wasn’t always this hard or easy depending on the individual, but there was always an emptiness before one found out. Everyone started with a void that could easily swallow them whole, but the void got smaller for Jin when Hestia first visited. He couldn’t imagine how large some people’s voids became with the lack of contact with their deity parent.

This made Jin wonder just how big the void was for Hobi.

“Do you ever want to meet Hermes?” the taller demigod asked, stooping once again to prune a few of the potato plants.

As Hobi thought about his reply, he looked over the entire garden. “Some days I do, other days I don’t see the need. It’s not like it’ll change much of anything.”

“That’s where I think you’re wrong,” Jin retorted.

“Enlighten me then.”

“I’m not saying it’ll be true for you, I’m just saying meeting your dad might change a few things.”

“Will I still have to work out of the mail room?”

“You know you could’ve asked to work with travel arrangements for missions right?”

Hobi rolled his eyes. “This is exactly why I hate talking to you sometimes, you don’t get it.”

Jin only laughed in response, amused at how annoyed his friend was.

“And what’s not to get? You got to choose from the mail room, travel arrangements and travel documents and you chose the mail room.”

“I don’t want to be stuck on this compound forever,” Hobi countered, finally looking down at his broad-shouldered friend. “What use am I on the compound if I don’t actually go on missions or do much of anything that’s worth doing?”

“I’ve never left the compound, and look how meaningful my work is.”

“I’m not saying I don’t do anything meaningful, I just want to go on missions, help out. I didn’t inherit athleticism from my dad for nothing.”

“But you get to use that in intramural sports.”

Jin was meant to help, but Hobi was only feeling worse about his position now. The only place he got to use his speed and agility was with an intramural basketball team made up of Zeus kids who just loved to boast about being the offspring of the king of the gods.

“And you don’t see anything wrong with that statement,” Hobi said, shaking his head.

Off in the distance, Jin heard his name being yelled. Someone was running toward them, someone who looked oddly familiar. As she got closer, Jin stood, recognizing her immediately.

“Y/N?” Hobi asked, stating the very question Jin had.

By the time she came to a full stop, Jin was looking her over. Skin flushed from all the running, she was hunched over, breathing heavily and doing everything in her power to steady herself again.

“I just saw you yesterday. Did the tea not work?” Jin asked, worried that something was wrong.

When Y/N finally looked up, Hobi and Jin both looked worried. There was a fear in her eyes that both could sense. Something must’ve been wrong.

“It’s Hades block.”

Hobi immediately jumped in, grabbing the reporter notebook he carried in his back pocket at all times and sliding the pen from between the wire ream. “What about Hades block?”

“Someone was just taken.”

Masterlist

[jae-bummer]

My Idol: Part Nineteen

My Idol From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

My Idol is a South Korean competitive reality dating game show. It currently airs on Wednesday nights on Jae-bummer’s blog. First broadcast in 2016, the show offers the opportunity for a lucky fan to go on seven blind dates with seven idols. The idol plans the date with the show throwing in specific missions to complete during the day. At the end of the initial dates, the show opens up an audience vote to decide what three idols will move on to the second date.

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The lights were too bright and the music too loud. You had become just one of the many bodies lost in the sea of people crowding the studio stage. Your lips had just separated from Taehyung’s as you dawdled idly across the floor, floating from face to face. You felt the strong hands of Jaebum find your forearm as he grazed his nails against your soft flesh. He smiled mischievously at you and gave a short wink before disappearing into the crowd. You furrowed your brows, standing on your tiptoes to follow where he had went, but your eyes had lost him. You tilted your head in confusion, spinning around to return to Taehyung again, but Jay had taken the place where Tae had once stood. You couldn’t decipher any words flooding from his mouth, but you were never much good at reading lips. As you moved closer, the bumping beat over the speakers silenced any words he was attempting to speak. You reached out, touching his shoulder lightly with only your fingertips. Just as your hands hit the woven fabric of his sweater, he stepped back, seeming to vanish into the dozens of strangers surrounding you.

At this point you were frustrated, tears beginning to form gently on your lash line. The second voting session had happened all too soon, and why had so many audience members been allowed onto the stage? You struggled through shoulders and elbows, noticing the familiar grin of Jooheon a few feet away. Step after step, you felt more and more as if you were walking through thick mud. You opened your mouth to yell out to him, but it seemed as if you couldn’t produce any sound. You put more effort into your steps, stomping forward and pushing strangers out of your way. Just as you had almost reached Jooheon, a firm hand gripped your shoulder and spun you around. 

You stood nose to nose with Seunghyun, the whites of his eyes red and angry. He inhaled shakily on a cigarette and blew the smoke directly into your face. You choked, gripping at your throat as you coughed. You soon doubled over, a mix of pain and fear flooding your system. 

“Yah! Y/N!” a familiar voice called, snapping you to attention. 

You flew forward, nearly colliding your skull with Jaebum’s as you cracked your eyes open. It had all been a nightmare. Your heart beat attempted to slow as you searched Jaebum’s concerned face, his hands still placed on your shoulders. 

“JB?” you whispered, looking around your apartment. You were a bit dazed as you eased yourself up from the couch, allowing your legs to dangle over the edge. You pulled your fingers through your tangled hair and shivered, eventually letting your face fall into your hands as you attempted to get a grasp of your surroundings. You must have dozed off while waiting for him to come to your apartment. “How did you get in?”

“You should really lock your doors,” JB sighed, shaking his head. A small smirk found the corner of his lips as he gave you a side eye. “I think I’m the least of your worries.” 

“Aish,” you groaned. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

“Crime never sleeps,” Jaebum chuckled, patting your knee. “Now...is he here?”

As JB spoke the words, you couldn’t help but allow the disheveled image of Top to flood your mind’s eye. “Who?”

“Bingu!” JB nodded a bit more enthusiastically. 

“Oh, Bingu,” you whispered, looking past JB to Sweaty and Armpit who were busying themselves in your kitchen. 

As if summoned by the mere use of his name, your overweight cat turned the corner and clumsily toddled into the living room. Bingu wasn’t the most handsome cat, but he was yours. His head was too large for his body and his tail was too long. His tongue was constantly dangling from his mouth and he didn’t quite understand the idea behind a proper “meow.” He was a small and strange fellow, but a welcomed comfort in your small and strange life. He matched well, especially these days.

Just as you were about to begin to explain Bingu’s shortcomings to your date, JB took in a deep breath, allowing the air to hiss through his teeth. He immediately melted, sliding from the couch and directly onto the floor. His arms were outstretched as Bingu approached, completely focused on making his way to the man who was dissolving into your carpet. 

“Hello handsome,” JB cooed, taking Bingu into his arms as soon as the tips of his fingers had grazed his fur. “I’ve been looking forward to meeting you.”

“Can I go on the record and say, I feel as if this show was a facade for you to meet cats,” you grumbled, a bit pouty at the scene before you. 

“I’m sorry, what?” he whispered, plopping onto the floor to lay parallel with Bingu. The cat rolled, exposing it’s stomach to Jaebum for proper pets. JB of course complied, rubbing his hands carefully through the cat’s fur before looking up at you. “It’s difficult to hear over Bingu’s purring.” 

“That’s not purring. I’m pretty sure it’s wheezing. If you haven’t noticed, he’s mildly overweight,” you muttered. 

“That’s just a little bit of fluff,” JB cooed. “Don’t let her comments make you self conscious.” 

You lifted your brows as you looked back up to Sweaty and Armpit who were now filming the scene, mouths full of something from your kitchen. 

You looked back down to JB, biting your lip as you watched how gentle he was with Bingu. You had never seen someone take such care and put forth such a special type of attention toward the unfortunate creature. 

You thought back to your first encounter with JB, only able to work off of your previous knowledge of his celebrity image. Knowing he was usually described as chic and cold, you had prepared yourself to deal with that sort of man. He was the first one to truly prove to you that initial conceptions could be deceiving and to not believe in everything you heard. Now as he rolled around on your carpet, cradling your cat, you chuckled at those past thoughts. At his core, he was soft and kind. 

“So...” you hummed, readjusting in your seat. For a moment you regretted breaking up the scene, but you were beginning to feel a bit of neglect. “Is this our date? Did I schedule an afternoon for you to have a play date with my cat?” 

“Of course not!” JB gasped, giving Bingu one last pet before setting him on the ground. Bingu promptly collapsed again, silently begging Jaebum to rub his tummy. “Sorry little one, I have to give some attention to your mom now.”

“Don’t sound so broken up about it,” you chuckled, standing. You reached down, extending your hand to JB. He shook his head and ran a hand through his hair. 

“I couldn’t ask for you to help me up. I’m heavier than you think,” he hummed, rolling over to gain the aid of the couch in standing. 

“I’m sure,” you nodded. “But I’ve heard you’ve suffered from a back injury. I was simply helping grandpa get up from the floor.”

“You think your teasing,” JB countered. “But you’d be surprised how used to the nickname I am.”

“What? Grandpa?” you asked, grabbing your keys and bag. You stumbled down your hall, JB in tow. Armpit and Sweaty shuffled behind him, cameras heavy on their shoulders as you exited the apartment and locked the door. 

“It’s one of the members’ most used nicknames when I’m involved,” he responded. “But I’ve come to terms with it. I’ve been called worse.”

You lifted your brows, surprised by the blunt statement, but more surprised by the hand interwoven in yours. You looked down, your mouth falling slightly ajar as you began to realize that JB had grabbed your palm, lacing his fingers with yours. The last time you were privileged enough to have a moment like this, it was a life or death situation for him in which he was not suffering alone. Instead of the pulsing feeling of your circulation being cut off, this hand holding was much more pleasant, even if both of your palms were nervously sweaty. 

“What? Has a man never held your hand before?” JB chuckled, reading the expression on your face. “Because if I recall correctly, we did this on our last date.” 

“For a very different reason,” you argued. “That was out of fear.”

“Fear? As in, I was frightened?” he asked, halting in his tracks. “I was protecting you.”

“Really? I feel as if your memory is blocking something traumatic,” you giggled. 

“Look, do you want me to hold you hand or not?” JB grumbled defensively, furrowing his brows. 

“You look cute when you pout,” you grinned, beginning to walk again. You tugged at JB’s hand as he groaned. 

“I’m not cute. Bingu is cute...I’m...I’m...handsome,” he muttered, looking away. You looked up to his face, noticing his cheeks had turned a light pink. 

“Handsome things can be cute sometimes,” you affirmed, continuing down the sidewalk. 

“Where are we going?” JB asked, stopping once again. “I thought I had planned this date?”

“To be honest, I just assumed we were going to the cat cafe about a block away?” you admitted sheepishly. 

“That was not part of the plan,” JB smiled, continuing to walk in the direction you were headed anyhow. 

“It wasn’t?” you asked, lifting your brows in disbelief. “What’s the plan for today then?”

“We’ll be going to the cat cafe TWO blocks away,” he nodded proudly. 

“You’re impossible,” you sighed, shaking your head as you looked away. You thought your cheeks would fall off from the amount of smiling you had been doing in the short time since JB had arrived. 

JB smiled quietly to himself as well as he squeezed your hand gently. You continued in silence for a few moments, both of you enjoying the simple pleasantry of being together in a moment as normalized as walking down the street together. Every few steps, you would find yourself stealing a glance at your handsome date, his looks never lost on you for a moment. You appreciated Jaebum for what he was, a work of art. From your vantage, you could notice the small things, such as the arch of his brow and the angle of his jaw. His adorable beauty marks in which he was so proud stood out, just above his lashes, and his lips were constantly curved into a pleasant smirk. Your eyes would meet every now and again as he realized he was being watched. You knew he was watching you as well, blatant in his attention since the moment you had met. Most Korean men were similar in this way, unafraid to make their awareness of your body and it’s curves known. 

“So why are we going to the cat cafe two blocks away?” you whispered, interrupting the silence when you couldn’t handle the stolen glances any longer. 

“It’s where I first met Nora,” JB nodded. “So it’s a special place for me. I wanted to share that with you as this is a special experience in my life...and you’re a very special person to me.”

You halted your jaw from falling open again. You were surprised by the small and sweet exchange, not expecting anything like that to ever leave JB’s lips. You made a mental note to keep forgetting all of the preconceived notions you had of him. 

“To be honest, I played around with a few different date ideas,” he continued. “Ramen by the river, maybe some time in the studio so you could see me in my natural habitat...but I considered none of that being very fun to anyone who wasn’t...well...me.”

“Well,” you began slowly, squeezing JB’s hand. “Certainly those can be future date ideas.”

“To be honest, I didn’t expect to make it this far,” JB chuckled. “I’m kind of winging it. Around every corner is a new welcomed surprise. I’m happy to be here with you, so I didn’t want to lock you away in my studio...”

“I think as long as I was spending the time with you, I would’ve been happy,” you considered, nodding at the thought. “There could be worse things.”

“Like a spa date?” he whispered quietly. 

“Aigoo! You too?” you gasped, smacking him lightly on the shoulder. 

“No idea what you’re talking about,” he muttered, pursing his lips. He looked away, incapable of hiding his smile. “I was simply citing date ideas. If you associated something subconsciously, surely that’s your conscious telling you something.”

“You’re awful.”

“Yeah, well, apparently you like it.”

To Be Continued...

PART 1 - PART 2 - PART 3 - PART 4 - PART 5 - PART 6 - PART 7 - PART 8 - PART 9 - PART 10 - PART 11 - PART 12 - PART 13 - PART 14 - PART 15 - PART 16 - PART 17 - PART 18 - PART 19 - Part 20 - Part 21 - Part 22

[heartthatfollows]

back in the valley

Every morning I wake up at 6 am at the rooster’s call and I rush out to oversee my estate. I’ve tended the farm for nearly a month and while there’s not too much to show for it, other than a handsome patch of melons and a small coop filled with happy chickens, I can see what it’ll become in the next year or two. There’ll be a barn for the pigs over near the lake. A grove of fruit trees on the south west plot, near the forest. Every day I smash rocks, cut down trees, forage clams and shells to sell to improve my farm, to improve the valley. The residents of the valley will take a while to warm to me, but I’ve memorized their likes and dislikes. I always pocket away the Joja Cola I fish from the lake for Sam, and I squirrel away an extra strawberry for Maru for her birthday. Every day resembles the last, but my actions are dictated by a weather channel that is always right, and fortune teller who never lies. From those two simple guidelines and the desire to improve my farm I get up with enthusiasm every day to repeat, and repeat, and repeat.

Most of my conversations about getting into Stardew Valley follow the same structure: we’d talk about what year we were in, what our farms were like, who we married, and why we were (or are) depressed. Depression emerged without fail, explicitly or implicitly, almost as if if Stardew were an SSRI. One friend played for nearly 300 hours during the slow and painful death of her grandmother. Another created a brutally efficient winery after the wake of the election and professional stagnation. In talking about our farms we touched on these topics and bounced happily back to the game: what’s with the Mayor and Marnie? How often do you go to the desert?

The game is upfront about how it is a salve for existential distress. Our farmer worked for a megacorp before moving to the valley to choose to nurture the land, and to choose community over profits. Leah and Elliot are just like you, two artists who just wanted to get away from it all, and you bond over being newcomers. Shane meanwhile struggles with addiction and feeling lost in a dead-end town, and you inspire him to start believing in himself. The farm is a grind, yes, but with all the colorful characters and mysteries of the valley who could even compare it to a more mundane life? A life where there are no new crops to grow, no tools to upgrade, no discernable benchmarks. Grandpa isn’t checking up on you in three years to judge your progress, and you are not the only farmer in town. There are no relationship hearts to collect, though the fear of them degrading over time with neglect is a real one.

I don’t know if I go to Stardew because I’m depressed, or if it makes me feel depressed.

This is unfinished. ;P

[adambstingus]

6 Characters Whose Lives Fell Apart In Little Known Sequels

We don’t usually get to find out what happened to our favorite fictional characters after their stories wrapped up. For all we know, the Breakfast Club gang formed an actual gang, beat the principal to death, and now they’re all in jail. Checking in on the heroes of your youth isn’t always as easy as going on Facebook and typing the names of your old high school friends — but the results can be equally depressing. If you thought Luke, Han, and Leia’s lives turned to dogshit in the new Star Wars, that’s nothing compared to how …

#6. Indiana Jones Became A Sad, Creepy Grandpa

Unless you’re a Nazi, a Communist, or the parent of one of his students, chances are you love Indiana Jones. He’s like the dad you always wanted, if you wanted your dad to be cool, handsome, and best friends with a homeless Chinese boy for some reason.

The Depressing Epilogue:

You might think that the movie where Indy meets aliens was the most recent (and most undignified) place we left the character, but that’s not exactly correct. Those who grew up in the ’90s might remember a little show called The Young Indiana Jones Chronicles, which followed Indy’s early adventures. One jazz-themed episode even featured a cameo from a saxophone-playing Harrison Ford.

“Where d’ya light this thing?”

While the show was primarily a prequel, it was bookended by scenes set in the ’90s, where we see Indy the way we never wanted to: as an angry, senile old man. In the first episode, he’s hanging around a museum (presumably yelling about how all the artifacts in the museum belong in a museum), where he promptly frightens and threatens to “clobber” two young children. To be fair, at this stage in his life, youths are way scarier than Nazis.

Then he punched a Latino kid, yelling “You will not betray me again, Satipo!”

Indy then forces the kids to listen to a story from his youth — but not one of the awesome ones about the Holy Grail or the Ark of the Covenant, because these little jerks don’t deserve them. This setup is how most of the episodes play out: Old Man Indy just starts reciting stories to anyone who will listen as he runs painfully banal errands. One involves Indy arguing with, then hitting on, a female postal worker.

Probably the most exciting moment comes in an episode in which Indy goes from fighting the forces of evil to fighting a teenage donut store clerk, putting the teen in a chokehold with his cane for sassing an old lady.

His bullwhip had already been confiscated by the manager of the local McDonald’s.

As punishment, he tells the clerk yet another story from his youth … allowing enough time for the cops to show up and arrest him. But surely the episode doesn’t end with a feeble Indiana Jones being shoved into a squad car? He makes a daring escape, or they let him off because he tells them an amazing story, right?

Not sure if adding John Williams’ music would make this more or less sad.

Nope, that’s seriously the end of that episode. Others found the adventurous Indiana Jones going to the hospital for a bee sting, yelling at his grandson for playing rock music, and going to see a psychiatrist because his kids think he’s crazy and want to put him in a goddamn home. Though to be fair, if your dad kept ruining Christmas dinners by insisting that he once saw ancient god lasers melt the faces off Hitler’s army, would you have any other choice?

If all this doesn’t seem familiar to you, it’s probably because George Lucas had these segments removed for the show’s home video release, proving that he can use his DVD-meddling powers for good instead of evil. Unless he wants to re-shoot them with present-day Harrison Ford, in which case … uh, sorry for the Indy 5 spoilers, everyone!

#5. Will Smith’s Independence Day Character Died Off-Camera (In The Sequel’s Ad Campaign)

Independence Day: It’s the beloved ’90s blockbuster that had the balls to make a direct comparison between a global alien invasion and a holiday where Americans drink beer and light things on fire to commemorate the time they told the British to fuck off. One of the most memorable characters was NASA reject, Air Force pilot, and noted welcomer-to-Earth Steven Hiller, played by Will Smith.

Who was so cool, you almost forgot he was one letter away from invading Poland.

The Depressing Epilogue:

As you probably know, Independence Day recently got a sequel, Independence Day: Resurgence, starring Jeff Goldblum, Brent Spiner, and the boxcar hobo that killed Bill Pullman and stole his identity.

Alternatively, he came down with the Santa Clause curse.

Notably absent from the cast of characters fighting back against the lazy-ass aliens (who apparently wait 20 years between invasion attempts) is Captain Hiller. Turns out Will Smith was “too expensive” to hire back, so they naturally had to find some graceful way to explain the character’s absence. And by “graceful,” we mean they decided to be petty assholes and brutally kill him off in the small print of some viral marketing.

Couldn’t they just, we don’t know, send him off to live with some relatives in an affluent Los Angeles neighborhood?

Yup, thanks to the movie’s website, we found out before the movie even came out that Hiller blew up in a freak accident while test piloting a jet infused with alien technology. Not fighting some stranded aliens, or taking out an alien landmine to save a bus full of children — it was a random malfunction. Even Randy Quaid got a better death scene. Worse still is the decision to let us all know his tragic fate through some dumb publicity campaign. Not surprisingly, Smith was bummed to find out that his character died. Aw, shit. Nobody tell him about Muhammad Ali.

#4. Kevin McCallister’s Family Immediately Fell Apart (And His Dad Became A Real Piece Of Shit)

The Home Alone movies taught kids a whole slew of lessons, from the importance of self-reliance to the fact that you should ignore any fears you might have and befriend even the scariest of strangers.

Shockingly, the following is not about how she died of E. Coli.

But like every ’90s sitcom and Fast & Furious movie, the real message is the importance of family. Even when your family’s parental neglect is bordering on criminal, you’ve got to love them, right?

The Depressing Epilogue:

Those who thought Kevin McCallister’s story ended back in the ’90s are sorely mistaken. While Home Alone 3 centered on brand-new characters — presumably to show that more than one family treats their children like garbage — in 2002, the powers that be crapped out a straight-to-video sequel, Home Alone 4. Once again, the story follows Kevin, who is somehow younger than the last time we saw him, and sounds and looks completely different. They couldn’t even be bothered to find a kid with roughly the same hair color.

The trauma of the previous movies clearly stunted his development.

Despite the fact that Home Alone 2 ended happily, Kevin’s parents seem to have immediately split up in its aftermath. Home Alone 4 finds Kevin spending Christmas with his dad, who’s now a rich douchebag living in a swank mansion with his hot young fiancee. Yup, midlife crises can be a real paint can to the face of your family.

Buzz looks somewhat different too, and now works as a butler.

Soon, Kevin’s old nemesis Marv shows up — shorter, clean-shaven, and with his new wife instead of Harry. Because in this movie full of fractured relationships, even the Wet Bandits can’t seem to make it work. Love is dead, people.

Alternate theory: He murdered Harry for his hat and scarf.

Here’s the really fucked-up thing: Kevin is never accidentally left home alone. He’s left alone, sure, but only because his tool of a dad has more important shit to do. And most upsettingly, when the house is eventually broken into, his dad blames Kevin for the mess. He literally says: “You’re out to destroy my relationship.”

Our reaction, too.

That’s right: Two adults break into his house and threaten the life of his child, and his reaction is to accuse Kevin of cockblocking him. A parent not believing a child when he tells them he’s been attacked by a stranger makes abandoning him on Christmas seem like a Norman Rockwell painting by comparison.

from All Of Beer http://allofbeer.com/6-characters-whose-lives-fell-apart-in-little-known-sequels/ from All of Beer https://allofbeercom.tumblr.com/post/172603142227