#no seriously this is five years old
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So I wrote a maybe draft for a Gang AU with Ateez that I maybe will finish, if anyone is into that kind of thing. It has swearing and mentions of blood.
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Itâs a chilly Saturday night in downtown Seoul and Seonghwa can hear the muted throbbing bass from the club on the other side of the bathroom door. He can smell the sweat and smoke of too many people and feel the stickiness of spilled vodka underneath his boots. Itâs disgusting but thatâs why heâs here.Â
The graying strip of fluorescent light above his head flickers as bugs fly head first into it. He muses over the fact that he feels the same. But he canât go home yet, his watch tells him itâs only 11:45pm. Only three hours to go.Â
The mirror is dirty, spotted with fingerprints and water and whatever else he doesnât want to think about. Not that this was the time to contemplate hygiene.Â
Seonghwaâs black Dior suit hides the blood stains but his white shirt doesn't. It takes five minutes of scrubbing to make himself presentable and not alarm other people into calling the cops because some guy is washing a bloody shirt in the bathroom of a dodgy club. But nobody asks. Maybe itâs just wine. Normal people like to think the best, it helps them sleep at night while the monsters are out running the city.
Heâll burn the shirt later.Â
By the time he leaves here there will be countless amounts of DNA smeared all over this bathroom. Itâll be impossible to trace anything to anyone without implicating half the youths of Seoul.Â
Seungcheol told him that once and he doesnât forget it as he rinses off his knife in the sink. Stellar, it was called, carved in cursive across the dark wood handle and given to him after his first kill.Â
With his blade and clothes as clean as he can get them, Seonghwa raises a wet hand to wipe a stray smear of blood from his cheek. He can't remember whose it is. Not that it really matters.Â
He runs a hand through his hair, grimacing when it sits awkwardly for a moment before hurriedly raking the dark strands the other way.Â
Thereâs a soft buzzing from his pocket, just three before it stops.
âYou alone? Line clean?â
âNot yet.â Seonghwa replies, exiting the bathroom and making his way through the back of the club.
The person on the other end waits until the thumping bass fades away and Seonghwa steps through the door into the empty back alley.Â
âYou good?â
âYeah, Iâm good. Issue?â
"Kim's missing."
His weariness turns sharply sober and edgy. He stops breathing for a second, stomach falling to the ground without warning.Â
God, he fucking hates surprises.Â
Thereâs millions of Kims in South Korea but only one that means something. Itâs the last thing he needs to hear. Itâs a guarantee there will be no sleep in his future.Â
âHow? When?â
He almost doesnât want to know.
"Not over the phone. Come in. Pick up the kids on the way, usual place.â
âYeahâŠ..alright, sureâ.Â
Seonghwa hangs up and strides to where his black AMG is parked next to a few bikes. He takes three deep shaky breaths, wills himself to dissociate from the feelings heâs stamped down into the ground and puts his âAt Workâ mask back on. Revving up the growling engine, he pulls the AMG onto the highway towards Lilyâs Diner, driving well above the legal limit but knowing the cops in the area have bigger fish to fry right now, he made sure of that.Â
Predictably, the âKidsâ are right where he thought they'd be. He can see their mouths moving from inside the Diner, an argument in full swing no doubt, and thatâs even before heâs even pulled into the parking lot. Some things just never change. Itâs almost nice, if he was someone who regularly indulged in the sentimental.Â
The kids donât see him so he calls the one more likely to answer.Â
"Yeah?"
âIâm in the parking lot. Thereâs a call-in, we gotta go now.â
Thereâs a heavy pause on the other end.Â
âHow bad?â
âWorse.â
Yunho has always been quick to read people, even through the smallest twitches on their face or slightest shifts in their voice. It was a useful skill in the field but Seonghwa has never liked it being used on him. Heâll make an exception tonight if it means less bickering.
âOkay. Weâll be out.âÂ
They hang up and Seonghwa waits, digging around the glove box to locate some Skittles before remembering that he ate them already.Â
Fuck this Long Night.
******
"So get this Seonghwa-"
âNo names in the field.â He scowls. âWait till weâre out of ear shot at least.âÂ
Mingi just never learns. Blessed with freakish energy and strength but cursed with recklessness and a voice that carries too loudly across any parking lot.Â
âParanoia getting to you again?â Mingi asks with a wide grin. âItâs midnight and the only dangerous people here is us."
Seonghwa regards him through the rear view mirror; sharp tense eyes meeting bright curious ones. He knows for a fact that Mingiâs job tonight was tough but looking at the blonde in the backseat now, with his hair being tousled by the night breeze, youâd mistake him for any other carefree kid on a night out.
Seonghwa is wrestled back into the present when he feels eyes boring into his face. While heâs been looking at Mingi, Yunho has been silently watching him, stealing whatever information he needs to arrive at whichever conclusion he chooses.Â
Itâs unnerving.Â
âYou two have any problems tonight?â
Work talk. Shop talk. Itâs a safe topic. Seonghwa will keep it going as long as he needs to because he can feel all the questions on the tip of Yunhoâs tongue.Â
They both know Yunho feeds on information; possessed with a desire to know everything about everyone in every situation. He hadnât always been like that, Seonghwa thinks regrettably. The twenty-three year old staring at him now is nothing like the scrawny insecure kid he met all those years ago on the street.Â
They both also know that Seonghwa holds all the secrets and does not surrender them easily, if at all. There are some secrets that not even Seungcheol, their leader, knows. Secrets that will be buried with him when he dies.Â
âNo problems.â Yunho replies shortly. âIt was fine.â
âNo it wasnât! I need new weapons!â Mingi protests, ignoring the silent battle of dominance playing out in front of him.Â
âWhatâs wrong with your current lot?â
âUgh, it jams every time it gets damp!â Mingi cries, throwing his hands in the air and nearly taking Yunhoâs eyes out. âIâm going to ask Wonwoo for some new shit when we get back. He said I was his favourite and Iâm going to capitalise."
Like a switch, Yunhoâs stony face lights up with laughter. âWhat? You are definitely not his favourite. He was being sarcastic.â
Mingi pauses, hand on his chest like heâs wounded. âNo, but he said it fully serious.â
Yunho rolls his eyes. âThatâs just how he talks, Mingi. He tells us weâre all his favourites. Thatâs the joke because none of us are his favourite.â
Seonghwa snorts out a laugh.Â
âSo this whole timeâŠâ Mingi trails off, a look of betrayal flitting across his face.Â
âYeah, he finds you as annoying as the rest of us.â Yunho says with a chuckle, petting Mingiâs blonde hair fondly. âHe hates everyone.â
âEveryone?â
âWell, almost everyone.â
Thereâs a beat of silence and Seonghwa lets go of some of the tension in his shoulders. It lasts approximately ten seconds before Mingiâs head suddenly pops up next to him.Â
âHey Seonghwa, Iâm still your favourite though right?â
******
When they arrive at Headquarters Seonghwa punches in the new code and nods to Stanley, the security man pretending to be the Gardner, as they drive into the gated property. As far as he knows, there were no flowers that bloomed solely at night, but their neighbours were either stupid, apathetic or just as crooked as they were to ignore it all.Â
Once inside, Seonghwa sends Mingi and Yunho to clean up but he makes his way up to the main office.Â
âWell? You found him yet?â
Seungcheol is at his desk when Seonghwa bursts through the door, hissing a loud âfuck off!â at the two guards who attempted to search him.Â
Seungcheol allows it, nodding for the guards to stand down.
âWell?â Seonghwa asks again. âDo we have anything?â
âNo.â
Seonghwa slumps heavily into one of the leather chairs in the room.Â
Seungcheol regards him quietly and calmly. âI was going to wait till the others got here.â
âOh fuck that, I deserve to know first.â Seonghwa spits out, knowing that, despite his own seniority, Seungcheol is still older and heâs dangerously close to stepping out of line here.Â
âHongjoong was contracted to take out Big Red tonight.â
Cold dread settles uncomfortably in Seonghwaâs stomach, with worry and anxiety gnawing at him until everything is replaced with anger.Â
âHe didnât tell me that.â
âI told him not to.â
âSo you sent him on a secret suicide mission by himself? Not even a team could take on Big Red right now. What the hell, Seungcheol?â
âWe had intel things would be favourable.â
Seonghwa snorts derisively. âWell, him being missing doesnât make it very fucking favourable does it?â
Theyâre both quiet for a moment. Seonghwa talks down his rage; not just at the fact that Hongjoong is missing but at the sheer amount of disastrous decisions being made without his knowledge.
âThe intel was bad. Jongho took care of the source.â
âNo shit it was bad.â Seonghwa scoffs, as if a mole dying was meant to make him feel better. âSo you donât know anything?â
Seungcheol leans forward in his chair. âThereâs not much to go on: we think Redâs still on the run because nobodyâs called it in yet. The entire building they were both in burnt to the ground. No survivors.â
âThatâs nothing to go on.â Seonghwa mutters. âHow do you even know thereâs no survivors? Have you looked?â
Seungcheolâs poker face flashes with something akin to regret. Itâs barely there but Seonghwa caught it.Â
âWhat? What is it?â
âWell, it would seem that your little pal got himself some kind of fan who saw the whole thing.Â
Seonghwa is dumbfounded, staring lamely at Seungcheol as he continues.Â
âIf he's meant to be so hard to find and kill, I don't even know how this kid managed to track him down and follow him in the first place.â
âWait, how do you even know this? Whereâs this kid now?â
âWonwooâs feeding him in the kitchen.â
âWhat? Are you serious?â Seonghwa laughs incredulously, âYou brought a fucking unreliable witness back here? Are we in the witness protecting business now? Have you actually lost your mind?â
Seungcheol lets out rare weary sigh. "You want to see him?"
No, he didn't. He's had enough of kids and stupid decisions for one night.Â
"Sure."
*****
The Kid looks maybe 18. It was hard to tell. Maybe the tears made him look younger but the soot and grime made him look older.Â
Wonwoo nods a greeting as Seonghwa enters the kitchen and stands up to leave them alone.Â
Seonghwa sits down at the table.Â
"You ok, Kid?"
"Don't call me that!âÂ
The snap was unexpected and Seonghwa can't help but be amused. Just seen death, kidnapped by a gang and this kid still has the balls to talk back.Â
âOkay, so youâre not a kid. Got it. You have a home to go to? Parents?"
The Kid shakes his head. Itâs a movement and answer that trips a wire in Seonghwaâs mind.Â
"Okay then. You gotta name?"
"He said no names in the field."
And Seonghwa wants to laugh at that. Typical Kim Hongjoong.
"We're not in the field now though."
âWell, Iâm not stupid enough to tell you my name.â The Kid huffs defiantly, even through the dirt and tears.Â
This kid. Seonghwa can see why Hongjoong might've been tempted to let him get close.Â
"Okay. Different question. How did you know him?"
"I don't. I just followed him around."
"Yeah? And he let you? You know what he is right?"
"He's a killer. Just like you."
The Kid turns to look him in the eyes. Theyâre as sharp as the ones heâs seen in the mirror and suddenly the teenager looks both young and old at the same time. Thereâs a weariness, sadness, tiredness but above all, the steely silver light of determination.Â
"He's not dead."
The statement punches Seonghwa right in his chest. "What?"
"I couldn't find a body. It means he's not dead."
A few years ago Seonghwa might've been more naive, mightâve been too optimistic or pessimistic based on emotions, but now, he only plays with fact and probability. And right now, those tell him that despite the whole building burning down and no gang wars erupting over Big Redâs territory: no body means no kill. Assassins survive for a reason. Especially Kim Hongjoong.Â
"You looked?â
The Kid nods. "Until the cops and fire guys came"
"Did you tell this to anyone?"
"Only you."
"Why me? How do you know me?"
"He told me to find you. He told me to trust you....." The Kid pauses. Obviously debating whether to trust anyone at all. "He told me to look for the model guy with the most expensive suit. That's you isn't it?"
Seonghwa wants to laugh but his mind just reels from the information. This wasnât just a random Kid. He clearly had some sort of relationship with Hongjoong, one that Seonghwa didnât even know about.Â
He pushes aside the feelings of betrayal and settles on processing the fact that this kid has spent enough time with Hongjoong to figure out what he might look like. It means Hongjoong has described him, in detail, to someone. Just in case something happened to him.Â
This kid was the lifeline. And Seonghwa was the emergency contact.
Fucking Kim Hongjoong.Â
The kid lets out a sheepish yawn and Seonghwa checks his watch: 2am.Â
"You got anywhere to go? It's late."
Heâs met with a non committal shrug.Â
âYou want me to drop you off somewhere?â
âI donât know.â
âSomeone out there is looking for you right?â
âNo.â
Seonghwa just stares at him before taking in the worn out clothes, the Nike hoody that looks suspiciously like the one he got Hongjoong years ago, and the total lack of any real personal belongings near him.Â
Seonghwa clears his throat uncomfortably. "Ah. Well. I'll talk to er, the others about where to...put...you."
He walks out of the room swiftly and finds Seungcheol in the main lounge room they used for most meetings. He mustâve had the strangest expression on his face because Seungcheol doesnât even demand a status report right away.Â
âWhat? What is it?â
âHeâŠsaid he looked through the wreck of the building, after the fire was put out. He couldn't find a body. Any body. So maybe they're both alive.â
âSomeone pulled them out.â
âI think so. It would explain why nobodyâs claimed Hongjoongâs kill and Redâs minions aren't tearing themselves apart for a piece of the territory.â
He looks around room. The black couches in the corner now filled with the sleeping forms of the Yunho and Mingi.Â
âYou filled them in?â
Seungcheol nods, âOnly what they needed to know: that Hongjoongâs missing.â
âWhereâs Jongho?â
âHeâs fine, just delayed by the ferry. Something about a storm over the ocean.â
Seonghwa nods. âThe Kid. Heâs a street kid. I donât know who he belongs to, he says nobody but someone out there must be missing him. I'm not sure it was smart taking him here but he knows too much Seungcheol. He knows a whole fucking lot.â
Seungcheol rubs his temples. âThatâs what I was afraid of. Itâs part of the reason I took him here.â
âPart of?â
âWell, he also asked for you. By name."
They stare at each other incredulously, before simultaneously muttering, "Fucking Kim Hongjoong.âÂ
#not tagging yet#maybe monster#it's follower exclusive content lmao#no seriously this is five years old#i just dusted it off
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Remembering that time when I was five and didnât even know filters existedânever mind knowing how to stop talkingâand I was out with my grandmother (divorced from my grandfather) having a lovely day in a lovely little Maine town in the 90s.
The thing about Maine in the 90s was certain things like smoking weed was illegal across the country and generally frowned upon, but Mainers simply Did Not Care and more than happily grew and smoked pot anyway. The other thing about Maine is most of those Lovely Little Towns are constantly full of out of state tourists coming to buy kitch and eat lobster. These tourists tended to be from states that generally did not have the same attitude about pot as Mainers did. It was still considered a Very Bad Thing To Do.
So when my five year old self saw an older gentleman smoking a classic tobacco pipe amongst a crowd of tourists I remarked, on the top of my lungs, that my grandfather had a pipe too! Not that kind of pipe, though!
There was literally a beat of shocked silence before my grandmother laughed a little too loudly and said something about it being a different color or some nonsense. Of course no one, like, ratted out my five-year-old self and my grandfather out to the police for that. But there were definitely some shocked button-upped folks in that lovely little town that day.
Anyway, that was the one and only time I was a snitch.
#memories#snitches get stitches#maybe donât reveal your deep drug secrets to a five year old with ADHD#lol#anyway#tw: drug use#tw: drugs#tw: pot#seriously though Maine is like mountain people brain#and yet we get the whitest puritan ass tourists sometimes#they didnât mix very well#but oh the charming old fisher man#le te da#that man makes his own booze smokes weed chews tobacco and hates everyone#anyway again#itâs legal now in Maine#so all those old men in the woods are probably making something else now#oh wait they are itâs fucking fentanyl
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Childhood is thinking Les LĂ©gendaires is bad because it's gory with cute characters
Adulthood is realizing Les LĂ©gendaires is bad because it's written like shit
#no but seriously#subject matter is super dark#talks about super adult things#and then the dialogue is like it was written for five year olds#it would be funny if it wasn't so sad because of how popular this series is#like wow#this shit is lowering my IQ the more i read it#les legendaires#les LĂ©gendaires
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OKAY FINE!!
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âŠ.Iâm back in my fnaf phaseâŠ.
#and yes#im listening to all of those old fnaf songs#so what if its been actually years since ive listened to them????#I forgot how good they are#im listening to tryhardninjaâs stuff right now and this shit bops#like seriously why did I ever think all this stuff was cringe???#ITS SO GOOD!!!!#fnaf#five nights at freddy's#fnaf movie#fnaf songs#also fuck scott cawthon#never forget he donated money he got from the games to the Republican Party#mostly to tr*mp#so yeah#fuck off
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Two days since the special and I'm already seeing people go "Haha, that evil Moffat bastard must have hated this one because it focuses on the dreaded women and trans people!"
Welcome back, Tumblr's attempts at hot takes. You're just as ill-conceived and poorly-supported as ever.
Maybe they were wrong. Maybe you can go home again...
#doctor who#russell t davies#steven moffat#seriously when are we going to stop this âooh the showrunners actually hate each otherâ nonsense#like what are you people#five years old?#it's embarrassing fr#especially when the special incorporates so much of both moffat and chibnall's aesthetics alongside davies' own#also again if you want transphobic dw writers#gareth roberts is right there
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rider system album jin (zero one) | reiwa: the first generation
#14shyx#14shyx edits#kamen rider#kamen rider zero one#kamen rider zero-one#take off toward a dream.kr#kr gifs âĄ*+:ïœĄ#kr gifs âĄ*+:ïœĄ zero one#kr.zero one (01): jin#kr.zero one (01): reiwa - the first generation#rider system album#rider system album | jin (zero one)#flashing gifs#horobi works 9 to 5 keeping this boy recharged and fed#jin: no more games >:( / me: honey if you're wearing that hat i can't take you seriously đ„°đ„°đ„°đ„°#the au outfit really gives off 'five year old put into a grown up's body' bc nakagawa is so lanky and tall#he's so cute so adorable ahhhhh my number one boy <3
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oomf @boyfridged is so right about yj98 ruining bart's design like on one hand is the yj98 art style cute yes for sure but it also certainly contributed to the idea of bart as this like. ridiculously dorky looking person. like i'm not saying a fifteen year old has to look ripped per se but bart's initial depictions gave you an idea of the extensive training he had been through and how he was always a very deeply thoughtful person if not the best at expressing his thoughts in a palatable manner. so his progressive regression into an immature person is infuriating and of course another instance to add to the treasure trove of "watch us regress a flash fam character when we put them in a team book" phenomena
#to be deleted#bart as an awkward teenager is good. bart as an inept teenager is ?#also am realizing it makes no sense why i'm connecting how ripped he looks with his demeanor but like ig what i mean to say#is there are times where he genuinely looks easier to take less seriously than his peers#like cassie is kinda ripped kon is kinda ripped. tim tries to be ripped ig. cissie is a freaking olympian#why doesn't he get to also be represented in that regard like why does he have to look like he's five years old comparatively#anyway. sorry. fighting for a teenager's right to have abs i know i sound hystericlajflkdsjgdshgf
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Birthday month birthday month
Gonna treat myself by reading every fic tagged Mel/Ruth (again)
#Last year I got an hour and a half child free to play Portal and eat pizza lmao. What glossy heights should I shoot for this year#In which Ruthie gets old(er)#Seriously feel like I've aged five years over winter alone
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when did tumblr decide searching in a tag for "top posts of all time" means i want to see like a wall of posts from this month that got a medium amount of notes, occasionally interspersed by posts that are also from this month but got a few thousand notes, and absolute no posts from more than 5 years ago, regardless of how many notes they got. under no circumstances should i be searching for top posts of all time in a tag with thousands, hundreds of thousands, even, of followers, for a media with an internet following that originated 5 or 10 or fucking 15 years ago and get a 600 note post from yesterday at the top of the search. whats happening here guys. "oh well just use the tag feed instead of the post search" yeah so i can see 5k note posts from this year instead of 500 note posts from this year? WHERE ARE THE OLD POSTS. WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH THEM. I KNOW THEY EXIST
#i know 'tumblr search bad' is a road well hoed but JESUS CHRIST#i kinda got used to it with older fandoms like homestuck or homestar runner#esp since ppl make up for it w fan archives#but fucking hlvrai??? that shits not even five years old!!! can i seriously not see some posts from 4 years ago please???? ive seen like One
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Ngl bad parents give me such an ick like stay tf away from me ew
#this cousin of mine has twins#twin boys#and while i sort of understand why she is the way she is with them#i realy cant wrap my head completely around it#because well#its such blind idiot stupid fucking BAD behaviour especially for a mother was especially towards her children#especially when theyre twins and youre so blatantly partial the favoured one KNOWS hes favoured#like. she has absolutely ruined her second boy and absolutely cannot handle him and yet slaps him every chance she gets#doesnt listen to him refuses to indulge him even the least bit shows zero affection and ive been here three days and man can i see#that child is fucking parched for affection specifically from him mother because he is neglected#he knows he is neglected#he is scared shitless of her and acts out of his way to get any attention he can because that is the only time his mother will hold him#be it with sharp fingers and a hold that digs into his skin#theyre literally just 5 years old#the neglected child i a fucking dream come true. is already smart as FUCK#does anything you tell him to do RIGHT THAT SECOND#the only flaw is that he doesnt listen when anyone tells him not to do something which isnt even a flaw for fucks sake#thats a fucking child hes gonna ASK#and you shout at him and dont amswer him and when he keeps asking you hit him#my heart fucking cries man#the other one knows his mother favours him and despises his brother and that evil fucker (i know its not his fault) lies#and gets his brother hit and then fucking TEASES HIM ABOUT IT THREATENS HIM LATER ON LIKE I AM SO DISGUSTED#HOW MUCH OF AN AWFUL PARENT DO YOU HAVE TO BE FOR YOUR KIDS TO BE AWARE OF HOW TO MANIPULATE YOU AT THE AGE OF FUCKING FIVE#F I V E (5).#they. are. FIVE.#i seriously want to keep him to myself because she will ruin him#and whats more disgusting is when shes getting him to do stuff shes all like âbaby do thisâ and the moment hes back and standing close she#pushes him away? looks at him disgusted? says âwhy do you bother me so muchâ??????#that is child is the most fucking neglected child ive ever seen and seriously man why does this happen and why do I HAVE TO WITNESS IT#the favoured one is pure evil and NO ONE SAYS ANYTHING TO HIM HES DUMB ASF CANT EVEN WRITE ONE WORD WITHOUT DYING DOES NOTHING DOESNT LISTEN
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I love how when you tell someone not to leave a rude comment on a fic, they always throw the "It was ConCrit!" defense and also get super mad that you criticised their 'criticism'
#no man that wasn't constructive#it was just rude#if you think someone's characterization is OOC; just close the page#also why do these people always think ConCrit Welcome is the default?#AND this fic is over five years old#who reasonably thinks that an old ONESHOT is looking for criticism? seriously?#I haven't written fic in years but I am STILL SALTY about shit commenters#an AU too no less#this has been a rant
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Heartbearer InfoDumb Time:Â
The tattoo on BrocĂ©liandeâs arm on the last doodle (and every eye motif in Heartbearer) is related to this guy right here! His current name is Hakan but he was formerly known as the All Seeing God- he just happen to be a bit more mortal rn and actively dying from the deadly rot caused by eating one of his enemies to try and stop the worldâs imminent decay.Â
Said enemy can sometimes uses his weakened state to take over his body and try to do as much damage as possible before he takes back control over her; his appearance shifts when the War Bringer goddess takes over, and the shift back often leave him closer to death.Â
Funnily enough, although an ally of BrocĂ©liande in the story, the closest to her he is, the easier it is for the other goddess to take control of his body, thus making it hard for those two to fight side by side in battle. Â
Another fact:Â
Hakan -or rather, Olcare as he was known when still a full god- was agender back then and reproduced asexually; many wolves and werewolves are his children. The last child he had before falling into a demi mortal form -Hakan- is a shifter being that was named Inu when found with him after his decaying wolf body crashed down on earth.Â
[Do not use/repost]Â
#It doesn't make sense probably because I. Don't regularly talk about Heartbearer OR work seriously on it htrhtrhtr#Local idiot has been procrastinating on their own og stories for the past like 8 years more at five#Heartbearer#god#OC: Hakan#My OC#Truc Draws#the drawing itself is like a year old but I don't think it's on tumblr so#posting it again with some more explanation-
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sometimes someone drops a kudos on like. a pokemon or atla fic i wrote wheni was 14/15 ish and i feel like a tiny cat holding up my arms trying to cover a screen that is comically larger than i am and going NO!! DONT LOOK!!!
#in all seriousness thank you. ao3 is an archive blah blah old fics should be read!#on the other hand. why do you do this to yourself#i dont wanna orphan/delete those fics bc they ARE proof of progress and also i stand with my shame#but oh my god. forgive me bbg i swear i can do better now#funnily enough ill probably think this about current me like five years later. but whatever!! we ball
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Just talking about some books I've read this year:
I'm reading a second fictional book this year that takes place in England, and once againt the main character is always talking about/is drinking, (she's 16) and its just weird to me becaus I'm in my late twenties and I do not like alcohol, yet there are so many teens that love it?
Maybe it just me, but why not make these characters adults, because this same character talked about having several hookups after drinking, and I'm like "how old are you?!"
#Alcohol mention#Books#Seriously do people actually love the taste of alcohol#Also learned that five year olds are allowed to drink in the uk lol but also woah#Radio silence was the first book that introduced me to the world of alcohol drinking british teens#The book I'm currently reading is Afterlove
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Setting her free
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After being on a FNAF kick lately because of the movie, so I decided to redraw this image from 2017.
#fnaf#fnaf fanart#fnaf sl#sister location#five nights at freddy's#micheal afton#tw blood#I've been drawing seriously since middle school#and while the old one is from high school#it feels like a real testament#to the growth I've had the past 6 years#angrybun.art#art#fanart
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I want to off myself
#seriously might've had time had I not been afraid of being beaten up by a fucking eighty-five year old#and she would've. last time she screamed at me like that she did hit me.#now? it seems silly#but hah.#she spent all the way from when I was about eleven (combined with my m*ther) forcing me to dress too formal going places#like impractical and not classy.#and then the second that I actually want to wear something fun to a special event that hey I may never get to see another concert again#no. wear your disgusting jeans that you wear everywhere.#like she actually said that I should wear my jeans and the next thing she said to me was 'those are disgusting'#and now I feel stupid for wanting to wear something different. just like she has been calling me all week#stupid stupid stupid#just wear what you wear everywhere because you don't have an actual wardrobe and can't find any of your clothes#and because you're a fat ugly bitch you need to feel bad about yourself#hell I'm in trouble for wanting CLEAN clothes.#hell I didn't really even think I'd have to finish these but if every. fucking. retailer. we could think of doesn't have anything#that I can fucking wear without fucking feeling actual pain#I doubt anywhere we haven't thought of will! I mean sure it's possible but
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