#out of mystic falls // ooc

[cookieofearthbread]

I think what sucks about the Realm of Apathy + for Wheat Flour Cookie is that ANYONE can visit the realm including someone like Dark Enchantress Cookie

[deathbind]

I think in Act One Serot has had his bond with Refhremmit pinged by the tadpole situation, and they're trying to reach out. Serot's memories start coming back, though they're difficult to parse. The problem is probably that the memories from multiple lifetimes are trying to resurface / getting all jumbled together. I think this results in once or twice a memory coming back in full and slamming him so hard that he accidentally tadpole connects with whoever's nearby and drags them into it. Presumably this can be resisted by passing a wisdom check.

Encountering the sussur blooms in the Underdark really knocks him on his ass. He suddenly gets slammed back into his lifetime as Neheb. He needs the rest of the journey through the Underdark to sit with everything, but by the end, his lifetime as Serot has also come back into clarity. His bond with Refhremmit gets tuned up, too. Now they can communicate clearly. Well, the distance probably poses a problem, but [hand waves]

Act Two I think is very difficult for him. It's not just contending with his memories resurfacing or learning Meresankh wasn't destroyed almost 2,000 years ago or that the shadow-cursed lands were tailor made to piss him off. I think, because the Negative Energy Plane went into creating the Shadowfell and he draws on / is especially attuned to that plane, he is thus doubly susceptible to the shadow-curse. Selune's Blessing + the Moonlantern do work for him, but he is looking physically ill the longer they stay there. His HP actually drops over time and can't be healed until the curse is lifted. He begins to look dead / undead over time as well. I think we're looking at constant migraines and increasing lethargy as well. Again, this heals up when the curse is lifted and they have time away from the shadow-cursed lands on the way to Baldur's Gate, but it's not a fun time while they're there.

On the plus side, he found a lead on an agent of Meresankh: Mystic Carrion. Balthazar was probably in communication with him, idk. I think . . . Carrion has some important relic of Meresankh's. Serot can consume it, which strengthens his bond to them. He can destroy it, which dampens their bond (and consequently his bond with Refhremmit; the two began to twine together after Neheb's death). Or he can simply take it, which will allow him to research how to dissolve the bond.

[drea-ms]

WHILE YOU WERE SLEEPING by KUSUO SAIKI

٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡ Inspired by Laufey's song "While you were sleeping", Kusuo Saiki falls in love with you at 3:30 am, he "hates" it ( spoiler; he does not )

warnings. pure fluff. ooc!saiki i think. corny and cheesy story i thought of at 12:47 am after thinking of the guy i like. mentions of yn. grammar mistakes. from saikis pov kinda. being in love. sweet fluff before all the angst (707 angst coming soon.) i just love saiki a lot :(.

The clock read 3:30 am, and the pink haired boy still couldn't sleep, so deep in his thoughts. But, what was he thinking about? Could it be a plan to become average and leave his friend group forever or the amount of noise there is in the middle of the night that the average person couldn't hear? or maybe it's the girl with [h/l] [h/c] hair. Probably the first one, or maybe it's the last one. It's definitely the last one.

He doesn't know how he began to think of you this late, one moment he was getting ready to sleep, the other, he was thinking of how pretty you would look if he wasn't a pyschic and without his powers. He hates how you left him in this position, while you were sleeping without a care in the world, Kusuo Saiki had just began to fall in love with you. He absolutely hates it (he doesn't. he's lying to himself again.)

He just hopes it's a one time thing, that your playing mind games with him (how is that possible??? he's a god damn psychic!!) and that when he does go to sleep, that it'll never happen again. Yeah, this is just a one time thing...

It's 9:76 am. Six hours after that predicament. And he was so wrong, since that night, he couldn't bring himself to sleep without the thought of you within him, each time he did try to sleep, you were in his dreams. One way or another,you started to appear in his daily thoughts more and more often. When he was getting ready for school, everything and everywhere he went and did, you were in his mind. Like a lost puppy you were following him around in his thoughts, he absolutely hates it. He hates how when he gets to school you're there and you're talking to your friends and spot him and wave at him with your dumb smile. He hates how after class you greet him and both of you hard to lunch, he hates how you know that he likes being alone and leave him to himself, knowing well enough that he doesn't mind being with you, even if it means he's sacrificing his own time just to be with you.

And he's back at square one, the clock ticking and the time is 3:30 am, thinking of you again, how candy can't compete with how sweet you are, that the way you smile might as well be on par with Teruhashi, how your kindness and friendliness can make someone's teeth fall out. Everything about you is on his mind, and while you're sleeping again, like a baby, he's falling more and more deeper in love with you.

Sweet and Kind YN LN stuck in Kusuo Saiki's head, and he's beginning to like it, he likes everything about you, he likes how you always get him coffee jelly, even though you don't like coffee. He likes how you try to get him away from his and yours friend group just for you and him enjoy the silence for a while, he loves loves loves the idea of being your boyfriend one day.

And maybe that idea might become true. He just hopes that when it does, the both of you will be in bed together awake at 3:30 am and in love.

VAL TALKS?!? back again :3 it's been a couple of weeks but i have school and i'm busy most of the time living life and going to school:) i wrote this because i was bored and start playing mystic messenger again and i thought of the guys i like :). i'm not sure i'm back for good, but i like writing and i have a 707 angst that's being brained stormed rn so i wanna focus on that and other stuff rather than just over work myself to point where writing isn't fun anymore to me:) it'll take some time for me to come back but i'll write and post every so often :) asks are open!! send me stuff of your favs!! especially mike from the fnaf i want to write him, so send requests!!

[cocteaucherry]

trials and tribulations .2

summary- falling in love with your sworn enemy was not something you planned.

cws- p&p au/ bridgerton au, inaccurate use of regency language, 18+, misogyny, sexual tension, future smut in later chapters, slow slow burn, LENGTHY descriptions, ooc Suguru, suguru x f!reader, accidental groping, not proofread

taglist- @mandysfanfics

a/n-(I wanna go ahead and apologize for putting this out so late, I truly wasn’t prioritizing this part as much as I needs to ^^ but I hope you enjoy more treats coming soon)

“Y/N it wasn't that awful.”

“I feel as if I were choking, can't believe I made a fool of myself in front of him.”

“There was more than one man there.”

“Don't humor me, Mr. Geto glared at me as if I was a stain on his perfect coat.”

Shoko groaned as she laid flat on the blanket you laid out, usually you a Shoko spent your days outside when finished with chores, and seeming as it was blooming through spring it was perfect.

“He's just a highly disciplined man I guess.”

“But it's no excuse to be so rude and conceited.”

“He's a wealthy man- he can basically do anything.”

“Whatever..” you mumbled plucking a blade of grass from the ground to hold in between your fingers.

Although no matter how many times you say “whatever” you could truly never get Suguru Geto off your mind, it angered you whenever he’d make an appearance, most recently in your dreams.

Waking up abruptly to only groan and try to drift off into sleep, maybe if you just stay inside you’d never see him again.

“Y/N! Letter for you!”

Your hands halted from sewing immediately placing the sharp needle down, “From who?”

Your mother smiled giddily as she gave you the letter, the thick paper and the large G seal told you everything you needed to know.

“Dear, Y/N,

“We really enjoyed your company and presence at our estate last Friday, we’d really appreciate if you could be present tomorrow for a more formal tour of the estate,

Yours truly,

Satoru Gojo

“Wow..” you were breathless having to lightly beat your chest to restart your fear-stricken heart, “This is-”

“Amazing I know, this is your chance y/n! No more chores for you I need to make sure you're in pristine condition”

You were put on bedrest for the rest of the day.

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The estate looked a lot different in the daytime, the lamps at night just fully added onto the mystical ambience but now it was just ethereal.

You had worn a nice emerald gown, contrasting perfectly with your updo, you weren’t being led through the manor alone though one of his many servants led you down the halls.

“Sir Gojo will accompany you shortly, he’s slightly busy at the moment.” The man smiled pushing his glasses further on his nose, the man had short dark hair and somehow looked old but young at the same time.

You smiled bowing politely as you glanced around the globe shaped room, “I’ll be waiting.”

“Great, if you need anything miss you may call me Ijichi,” he bowed curtly before walking down the pristine hall.

Seems like everything needs to follow a code in this place.

You thought to yourself as you stepped towards the very large window, the clouds had gathered to a moody gray but the flowers still flowed wistfully.

Somehow the walk here wasn’t as tantalizing as you thought.

If you weren’t as engrossed in your thoughts you would’ve felt or heard the presence that approached behind you.

“Nice to make your acquaintance again miss l/n”

Jolting slightly you placed your hand on your heart, “you frightened me Mr-“

Wait you knew that voice.

You turned slowly hoping to be met with the familiar snow white locks but were instead met with black hair tucked tidily into a bun and a strand of hair falling above his forehead.

Of course..

“Mr Geto,” you pushed out a fake smile trying your best to convince him and yourself that you were delighted to see him, “Delightful to see-“

“Why are you here?”

Wow, okay, very polite.

“Sir, Gojo wanted to give me a tour of the estate.”

He stared at you with narrow eyes as he smirked, “Impossible, Satoru has been ill for the past days.”

“…”

“Uhm, excuse me but..- I don’t think erm-“

“Please stop with the stuttering and spit it out.”

you let out a seething sigh composing yourself, “I was sent a letter.. stating himself he’d like to give me a tour.”

“I heard you the first time,” he groans quietly, rubbing his temple irritatingly.

You both stood in a suffocating relative silence before he surprisingly broke the silence, “I will give you a tour of the outer areas of the estate, that is all I can do. I'm very busy at the moment.”

Your eyes widened and you shook your head in agreement, this man couldn’t be kind to save his life but you’d take anything at this point.

“I’d love to.” A small smile appeared on your face but before you could see his reaction he turned walking out of the room, “Follow closely, I don’t have time to waste.”

You hurriedly picked up your pace as you followed after him, hopefully a change of scenery could help the mod.

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The wind had picked up as you and Geto continued your walk outside, flowers and lush trees surrounded the back area, a path of white colored flowers falling into a different path.

“White flowers lead to the garden, purple to the fruit groves.” Geto kept his hands behind his back at all times as he stared blankly forward, occasionally glancing at the now darkly gray sky threatening to spill at any moment.

“Woah..” the tone of shock came from your lips with a smile, “this is incredible.”

Geto’s jaw ticked as he stopped dead in his tracks feeling a small droplet of water fall on his forehead, “It truthfully is the standard of the Gojo’s, they’ve truly never known poverty.”

So they’re born into this, “it’s truly an amazing feat.”

he sighed quietly, feeling the light drops of water beginning to fall, “let’s get inside, looks like it’s gonna pour heavily.”

Your smile fell as you nodded quickly, beginning to walk back towards the steps of the back door Geto following in pursuit.

You were just content that he had engaged you in conversation, as you began your descent up the stairs something felt wrong and low and behold.

You lost your footing on the slippery steps.

A yelp left your mouth as you prepared yourself for the tumble and for the insults coming from Geto, you quickly shut your eyes.

Except you didn’t fall, you were caught.

You slowly opened your eyes to see and feel a pair of strong hands, one beneath your breast and one on your waist. A blush creeping on your neck feeling the warm sensation on your body.

You stared up in horror at Geto’s petrified face immediately pushing yourself off of him, the blush on the tips of his ears gave him away as he cleared his throat. “I-Ijichi should be able to help you inside.”

You hummed in response trying to contain yourself as you attempted to calm the blush and hoarseness in your throat, “I-ll get to it.” You watched your step more carefully rushing through the back door.

Once you were in the clear you met out an exasperated sigh clutching your hand to your chest, “Mr Ijichi!” You whispered hoarsely beginning to walk through the hall.

What was this feeling? What were you feeling? Surely this was embarrassment correct?

[poisonpercy]

Ok just finished the 3rd episode of the show. From a completely outside perspective without comparing it to the books, it’s a fine episode. The writing does fall flat imo, and it doesn’t keep my attention. It’s also still very hard to see what’s happening when it’s supposed to be dark. When will Hollywood let dark scenes be visible again?

Ok, now for more specific thoughts:

The scene with the Oracle sucked in my opinion. Idk it just seemed so much more grander in the book. The scene in the show lacked the mystic and off putting nature of the Oracle, so it kinda just didn’t work for me. I did like that they remembered that Gabe was the voice of the Oracle in tlt, so that was nice

How Percy chooses his quest mates in the show is different in the show than in the books. This isn’t a bad thing, but I do miss Annabeth volunteering herself to be Percy’s 3rd quest mate like she does in the books. Idk I just think it really showed her eagerness to prove herself and get a quest. The show scene doesn’t do that, but I’m not mad at the change

The interaction between Grover and Percy when Percy tells Grover he was chosen to go on the quest was so cute. I love those 2 boys. Besties for life

Percy telling Luke that he thinks the drachmas are from Chuck E. Cheese was hilarious

With Luke in mind, I love how manipulative he is. Like he is so nice, but it’s because he has ulterior motives. I do like that his manipulation is not overt, so you don’t know that he’s the one that ultimately betrays Percy

I personally didn’t find the “she met a pine cone’s fate” line that Percy said funny. It honestly came off kind of rude. It’s definitely something that Percy would say in ttc when Thalia and him are beefing, but not when he finds out about her death. Percy is supposed to be kind and empathetic, and he shows so much sympathy for Thalia and her fate when he hears her story in the book. Idk just felt like that line was ooc during this moment in time

Grover’s song was so cute and funny, it had me cracking up fr

Percy trying to get all of them to vote throughout the episode is hilarious. My boy just wants to have a say in things

Annabeth grabbing all that candy was perfect. It really shows she’s just a 12 year old girl that didn’t get to experience the joys of childhood (also, I feel like overall that the show is forgetting that Annabeth is not a stoic character. Like she very much acts her age. I hope the writers let Annabeth have more personality in later episodes)

I miss the book fight sequence with the furies on the bus. It was so chaotic and there was so much tension. Percy steering the bus and crashing it and the bus exploding was perfect, and I’m sad that they got rid of that in the show. The fight scene in the show was just so underwhelming. I feel like those should be the knock out moments of the episodes but they breeze past them so fast and give no tension. It just falls flat (curse you Mickey Mouse!! I know it’s your fault!)

I do appreciate that Grover keeps trying to diffuse the fights between Annabeth and Percy. They are both his friends, and he can see why they keep butting heads. If only the 2 would listen to him

I do miss how the trio finds Auntie Em’s in the book. Like Annabeth and Percy were dumbass 1 and 2 that followed their stomachs while Grover freaked the fuck out. That was so fun. The show had Grover find and follow the smell instead which is fine, but the og scene was better imo

That being said, they guessed that it was Medusa way too quickly in the show. I like the mystery of Auntie Em’s identity in the book better tbh

“I definitely trust my mom” <- Percy exceeds the momma’s boy standards

I don’t mind the change to Medusa’s character. I actually really enjoyed her (the actresses voice is so gorgeous and calming). I like how she’s like “we’re not our parents until we choose to be them.” It really sets up the ultimate direction of the series imo

Regarding the fight scene with Medusa, it sucked. To begin with, you can hardly see what’s happening bc it’s so dark. Also there was no tension or chaos. It kind of just happened? I also didn’t like that Medusa was killed when Annabeth’s cap was on her. I know it’s because Disney probably thought the death would have been too graphic or whatever, but I would have liked to see what happened

It was cool that Percy used Medusa’s head to kill Alecto

I felt so many emotions when Grover said “He’s not like the others. He doesn’t look afraid” about his Uncle Ferdinand

The beginnings of Percy’s and Annabeth’s friendship is so good. Annabeth not taking the deal with Alecto to give Percy over and killing her sister. Percy not taking Medusa’s offer to get rid of Annabeth and Grover so he can save his mother. It’s perfect. They’re going to become each other’s chosen person and they don’t even know it yet

LMM as Hermes jump scare. Still not a fan of the Hermes casting

Anyways, overall the show just isn’t working for me. I do appreciate Walker, Leah, and Aryan because they are perfect. They are honestly doing such a great job! The writers, however, are not. I’m trying so hard to think of this show as its own entity so I can enjoy it more, but I haven’t been able to so far. Despite that, I am excited to see where the show ends up going (even if I end up not liking it)

[klonnieshippersclub]

I really wish TVD wasn’t made by a racist coz IMAGINE what a storyline we could’ve gotten out of Bonnie’s witchcraft. Like the Bennett witches did get a good storyline but like they could’ve delved into her ancestry more, like African or creole traditions and stuff and where the Bennett magic hails from and stuff like that.

Imagine if Bonnie was the one who got pregnant by Klaus due to the one night stand and left Mystic falls and ended up in New Orleans. ( I know it would have been very ooc of her but let’s imagine there was a build up with Klaus in S4, they could’ve went from enemies to lovers) With the whole Witches storylines in The Originals, it would’ve made a better storyline and more sense than Hayley getting pregnant out of nowhere.

She could’ve showed up in TO, imagine her and Marcel as a BFF duo OMGGGGGG.

And Hope would’ve been a Bennett witch tribid as well, that would’ve been so interesting.

The Bennett lore is quite unmatched being the foundation of everything. That’s the pro in this and every woman in their line is a witch how badass are those women! The con is how the writers reduced them to servitude other than that I agree. The writers loved the heroic, selfless, courageous, intelligent, and powerful character that Bonnie embodies but they don’t like the black aspect of Bonnie. Which is why the other shows and witches are different variants of Bonnie. Seeing African or creole culture included in the originals would’ve been nice! I know some fans praise TO for how they handled black characters but they were a very small step above the Bennett witches. Kat Graham does have Liberian roots they could’ve done something with that as well.

Not to bash Hayley or Phoebe Tonkin at all but it is a sign of favoritism and white privilege that she showed up after Kat/Bonnie (same for the Originals themselves) and got a spin off and full push that Bonnie or the Bennett’s were never going to get.

I don’t think it would’ve been OOC if Bonnie got with Klaus or any other vampire/villain. Bonnie was friends with all vampires. She wasn’t getting emotional support and always getting the short-stick. That alone would push anyone to snap and find bliss in the darkness. Bonnie’s expression arc was all about her showing that darker side. Bonnie, Abby, Sheila each have tons of unpacked family drama that anyone else would have explored. If Hope was biracial not only would she have a connection to a witch-bloodline there would have to been a plotline to see how Bonnie unpacks her mommy and daddy issues. Least we have fanfics for our girl!

[iknowshocker]

what are your head cannons on what kai saw in hell it’s been a watch watch but i remember him saying he learned there’s no such thing a redemption i always wondered what he saw did Cade haunt him with Bonnie, his siblings, his parents?

also hope you’re safe in aftermath hurricane helene❤️

hi!!! we are doing okay - just coming to terms with some very hard choices and pretty heartbroken over the destruction/loss of life. WNC has been my home for most of my life and it will truly never be the same. it's going to feel really weird for a while, but i am thankful we are safe!!

okay now to the fun stuff:

ah yes so kai says "there is no such thing as redemption. there are only promises, and bargains, and tricks we play on ourselves to make us believe that we're good people...I'm not a good person, I own that."

so canonically all the characters that went to hell say things like they were just sort of burning constantly and being shown all their bad deeds surrounded by fire, but i do think cade is twisted up enough to make it more sinister. he was such a fun villain for me because his psychic abilities added this element of mind games to him that was so entertaining. (hated that they watered him down by implying katherine was in charge lmaooooo wtf was that)

i think i always pictured some kind of cross between the phoenix stone torture/burning at the stake (since that's how cade himself was killed). so for kai yeah, i think he was seeing over and over again the sibling murders, and then attacking bonnie, the things he did in mystic falls while trying to get to jo, and the red wedding, obviously.

what's interesting is that the hell torture seems to be designed to break them down and make them crack and lose their minds, but if we're talking s6!kai at canon they wanted us to believe he 'didn't care/wasn't affected by any of it' because he'd given up on redemption when bonnie turned on him. but that would mean that he'd probably just scoff it off ?? (also like this is heretic!kai, so couldn't he just flip the switch and become double emotionless??)

him being so truly afraid of cade in s8 does still make sense to me, but only because i subscribe to post 6x17 kai being fairly OOC in s6. like, remorse filled/earnest/trying to atone kai probably DID hate seeing all his crimes repeatedly for 3 years. he was already going through that in s6 on his own with nightmares and flashbacks and we saw how it was weighing on him. but the version of him they painted for us at the end of s6 should have wanted to work with cade.

i will never forgive them for making katherine 'queen of hell' when kai was right there. if you wanted me to believe he was truly evil, then let him be evil. don't make him grovel with the MAN WHO MURDERED HIM and beg for the big bad scary devil to let him go. absolutely the fuck not either he's an evil twisted mastermind or he's my unmedicated aspd boy who needs a good therapist. the wishy-washy way they write him will never not get on my nerves.

so okay as far as specific hc's go for me, i guess i would say i think it went something like this:

"I mean, you'd think he'd at least flip a coin," Kai sighs, taking a few strolling steps closer to where Bonnie lays stretched out and bleeding before him. "Heads, he picks you, tails, he picks-" he blinks in surprise, the joke dying on his lips as the lights go out.

"Bon?" he calls, staring into the darkness now spread out before him.

Inky, awful darkness. The kind that makes his skin prickle. The kind that feels unending, like he's been swallowed whole.

"Bonnie?"

There's no answer.

There's no sound.

There's nothing.

Kai turns in a circle, looking down to find he can't even see his own feet. He stretches his hands in front of him, brings them up to touch his face, his neck, his chest - he's in one piece, his newly undead heart still beating, but something is wrong.

"Alright, what the fuck is this," he tries again, his voice breaking slightly. "Is this a spell, Bon? Where am I?"

"A spell?" A voice reaches him from somewhere in the shadows, teasing and soft. "No, dear boy, it's much worse than a spell."

Kai's eyes narrow, his new senses turning him towards the sound of nearly silent footsteps. Someone's coming, drawing closer through the abyss. "Where am I?"

"My home," the voice murmurs, speaking now from his opposite side.

Kai curses, spinning in place. "Right, okay," he nods, his jaw clenching. "Looks like you forgot to pay the power bill."

"Funny," a hand touches his face, fingers running over his jaw. "I do love jokes."

Kai stumbles back, his skin tingling with warning. "W - who are you?" he asks, his hands curling into fists at his sides. He expects his magic to surge, to gather at the tips of his fingers in a defensive wave, but it hardly responds to his call.

"Ah," the voice tuts, as though it can see him, as though it can read his thoughts before he's even had them. "I'm afraid your usual tricks won't work here. Though, magic wasn't always your chosen weapon, was it, Malachai?"

The sound of his full name makes him recoil, unease winding through him like a pile of vengeful snakes. "Who are you?" he asks again, his voice low and rough. "Where am I?"

The laugh hits his ears first, a moment before the flames ignite at his feet. They spread up his legs, vicious and fast, wrapping his chest, his arms, covering his face -

Kai's entire body locks up, half from surprise and half from the excruciating, mind numbing pain. He doesn't even have the breath for a scream, his eyes squeezed shut, tremors wracking through him.

His head spins, trying to think of a way to make it stop, desperate for some answer that won't come. Why is this happening? How'd he even get here? The last thing he remembers is looking over at -

"Bonnie," he groans, her name coming out a shredded snarl. Even as he says it, he knows she isn't to blame. If she wanted to hurt him, she'd do it with her own hands. She wouldn't put him in some fancy black hole, lit up with fire he can't even fucking see - "stop," he pleads before he can think better of it, "stop-,"

The flames wink out, giving him a few seconds to catch his breath.

"But I thought you wanted to know where you are?" The voice is back, circling him like a shark through deep water. "You wanted to know who I am, didn't you?"

Golden flame lights the darkness, burning bright in the hand of a man paused in front of him. The warm glow of the fire bounces off his dark skin, catching on the wicked curve of his smile.

"Call me Cade," he murmurs, his eyes glowing with their own sparkling fire. "Welcome to Hell."

**** Hell fucking sucks.

Objectively, Kai saw that one coming.

Of course, Hell sucks, it's Hell. He didn't exactly picture rainbows and butterflies. Still the fire, the smoke, the pain, the screaming - they're all things he might enjoy separately, sure, but rolled into one they add up to something truly...hellish.

And he hates it.

He hates it, he hates it, he hates it.

After their first meeting, Cade left him burning for days, or maybe weeks, possibly even a year. Just burning in the dark, gritting his teeth through the pain, until it had suddenly stopped.

Kai'd been so shocked he'd collapsed, barely catching himself with arms that felt like jelly from so long spent tensed and locked in place. He'd opened his eyes to find his fingers gripping grass, the color of it so surprising that he'd nearly thrown up.

Then he'd felt the sun, hot and bright on his back, and he'd lifted his eyes with a low curse. "What the fuck," he'd panted, staring up at the white siding, the wide front porch, the stupid tree stump.

He'd pushed himself up on shaking legs, took a few staggering steps forward and caught himself on the railing. There were toys dumped on the steps, handprints smudged low on the glass door, the entire picture a little too '94 for his liking.

"Okay, I'll play," he'd muttered, forcing himself up the stairs and inside, eyeing the blood staining the walls. He'd taken one look at the dead weight swinging from the stairs and immediately missed the safety of the dark.

"What's the matter?" Cade had drawled, appearing on the second floor landing above him. "Aren't you proud of your work?"

The sight of him, dressed again in that infuriating suit, had set Kai's blood ablaze. "What is this?" He'd snarled, trying and failing to get the front door open again. "You want me to tell you how much I regret it?"

"Of course not," Cade had laughed, strolling down the stairs to stand before him. He'd held up a blade, the familiar tapered edge already painted a sticky red. "I want you to relive it."

Kai had flicked his furious gaze up from the knife, refusing to take it.

"Go on," Cade had insisted, his usual smile lifting the corner of his mouth. "Josette's waiting upstairs. In the master bedroom, right?"

Kai had watched his hand lift for the knife, his fingers curling around the hilt despite the way he willed his body not to. And then he'd gone upstairs, and -

He'd repeated that afternoon alone for months.

Again and again and again, until he knew the exact expressions on each one of his siblings faces as they died beneath his hands, until he could time their echoing screams with the rough sound of his breath.

By the time the fire had finally returned, he'd welcomed it.

More time was lost burning, his mind so frayed he'd hardly heard himself begging for it to stop. Then quiet, and sunlight, and a witch with skin the color of molten bronze strolling ahead of him.

"Bonnie," he'd croaked, so painfully thankful to see her that his knees had gone weak.

"Such a lovely girl. You stalked her for weeks, didn't you?" Cade had asked, appearing beside him. His dark eyes had followed Bonnie as she walked ahead of them, unaware and unbothered by their silent presence at her back. "You watched her eat, sleep, listened while she cried over how helpless she felt trapped here with no one but a Salvatore for comfort. Why didn't you go to her, Malachai? Why didn't you help?"

"They were friends and she still hated him," he'd said, his throat raw from screaming. "I knew she'd never want me."

"Ah, yes, and how could she?" Cade had tutted, his hands tucked into his pockets, that awful smile curling his lips. "After everything you put her through."

Those memories shred him into pieces. Watching Bonnie grow to hate him hurts just as much the second and third and hundredth time. His hands shake each time he stabs her, each time she gasps for breath, each time her body smashes into the wall before crashing to the unforgiving hardwood floor.

He just wants her to listen, to stop running, to let him change it - but she pulls from him every time, no matter how hard he tries to hold on.

Then more fire, more burning, though this time he doesn't bother to beg for it to stop.

And then the wedding, the stupid fucking wedding -

Josette in her dress, pretty and smiling and so fucking happy he wants to tear her throat out with his bare hands. Ric looking smug and dazed until the moment she starts bleeding, his own will to live draining out to the floor alongside hers. The room shattering beneath his power -

Cade must think he enjoys that one far too much, because he's only forced to relive it once.

That feeling of being broken open for good fills him up, gives him enough strength to face the flames with an almost reverent sort of affection. If he can weather this, if he can stay on his feet while the devil himself tries to break him, what can't he do?

It's the wrong thought to have in the realm of a mind reader.

Cade ups his game after that, lulling him with false memories until it's hard to know what's real and what's a part of his game.

He spends a few months in a life where the merge was never stopped, where Jo died and the coven hadn't hated him. It shatters when the version of her trapped inside his mind drives him to true madness, her disgust in his abilities and calculated rage at his win enough to send him spiraling - even if it means taking everyone else down with them.

Another endless stretch of time gets eaten by a world where he never stopped the wedding, where Jo had her girls and they called him Uncle Kai and he let himself love them until the night before they turned 22 and he snapped their necks with his eyes squeezed closed.

Then there's a week or so spent with Bonnie on his arm, back in mystic falls with her useless friends. She likes him, wants him, up until the moment one of her precious vampires picks a fight and winds up dead at his feet.

"You're a monster," she says then, her power turned on him all over again.

Yes, he wants to scream at her, at Jo, at Cade, at himself. I know.

He's terrible.

Disgusting.

Monstrous.

And he always has been.

It doesn't matter that he wants to do it differently, everything always unravels. He poisons anything he dares to love, sucking it dry until only husks remain. His hands are weapons, meant to destroy. Even his name is a curse - an omen he can't outrun.

Kai forgets what it's like outside this endless nightmare. There's a world somewhere else, he's pretty sure it still exists. There's more than fire and memory and pain - but he can't hold onto it anymore.

He burns and he pretends and he burns and he remembers and he burns, burns, burns -

Until a deafening ring fills his ears.

The flames swallow the sound, crackling in his ears.

The ringing comes again, and again, and -

An image reaches him through the smoke, but Kai just lets out a ragged groan, in no mood to struggle through another twisted fantasy of Cade's design.

But then he hears voices, the clatter of dishes, and something in him roars to life. Fuck this.

Fuck Cade, fuck Hell, fuck all of it.

Kai hurtles himself forward through the dark, sprinting like his eternal life depends on it.

The ringing continues, pounding through him like a drum. He runs faster, harder, praying that this isn't another fucking trick - he tumbles headfirst through a ripple of magic, stumbling to a stop before he can crash into a familiar bar top.

Mystic Falls, The Grill - he's back, he's alive, he's starving. His pulse hammers wildly in his ears, his blood thundering through his veins like a freight train. He's back. He's alive. It worked.

This time, he's determined to get it all right.

Even if it kills him.

[syxilla]

TAHNK YOUU 🗣🗣🙏

u can search his name up (yoosung kim from mystic messenger) n itll show his looks

i was hoping if u could make y/n drag him away from the game that he always plays (LOLOL) so he could lay on her lap and play with his hair

i'm pasting how he is off google bc for the life of me i can't write

"Tries the best to be caring and supportive to others, he hides his sadness and stress, by playing video games and texting, although he still likes the hobbies..... It's a habit and may stay up all night because of it.The naive boy loves to put smiles on others faces because it makes him feel accomplished and that he's doing something good with his life."

he's like this total sweetheart but he won't get off that damn game ‼️

i hope this is enough im so bad w my words 😭 sorry !

authors note: sorry about not responding for like a month, i stopped writing for a bit cause its not really a main hobby of mine, BUT DW IM GONNA CONTINUE. anyways i dont play this game, so it might not be completely accurate but i hope i works! also a little short cause i didnt really know how this could work out-

cw: g/n reader, yoosung x reader, fluff, not proof read, might be ooc

(ps: if u simp for him u have bad taste, he looks like a beanstalk and his hair looks like french fries)

-yoosung was hooked to his game. he might as well marry his console! he never gave anyone else attention except for the cursed thing anyways. the thought of you hiding all his games in the closet has crossed your mind to many times to count. and one day, you had enough.

"yoosung kim." you said sternly, standing infront of his monitor. "y/n! i cant see!" he whined, trying to move his head to each side to see where hed have more luck in staring. "no. you are going to stop playing that game and cuddle with me!" you said, stepping closer to him. "after this round, i pinky promise!" he said, his eyes not exiting the monitor even once.

"thats it." you say, grabbing his controller and turning off the monitor (you saved his progress of course). "y/nnn!!!! how could you no! i said ill do it later!" yoosung complained, getting up to try and steal the controller back. "no!" you say beggining to run with it in hand. and he chases after you.

-after a good 40 minutes of running and convincing, yoosung finally settled down, laying his head on your chest and wrapping his arms around you, still grumbling nonsense about his game.

"i want my consoles back..." he mumbled into your chest, kicking his feet back and forth while your hands were tangled in his hair, combing through it gently. "youll get it back once i get my me time." you smiled, kissing his forehead softly.

-despite his initial reluctance, he found himself falling asleep on you, slightly drooling on your shirt. not that you minded, atleast he wasnt bothering you about the game anymore, right?

that is until he woke up at 2 am energized and played the game until morning.

[his-writing-blog]

Crazy for you, oh boy | Shane x Harvey

Quick tags not in tags: suicidal thoughts mentioned, getting together, mostly fluff, bit of dark humor, they were friends before that, ooc sewers

Shane stood by the Saloon's bar in his usual spot. Also as usual, he was holding a pint of beer in his arm. And in his usual manner, Shane took a sip of his drink. Usually, his mind would be plauged by the visions (getting to work at jojamarkt next day).

Yoba, how he hated that place. He wouldn't work there anymore if he had any say in it. Sadly, he needed that money. Plus, he can't just leave poor Sam alone within the land of Tartarus under the lead of Krotos (Morris).

What was unusuall tonight, was the lack of thoughts regarding his little hell. Tonight his mind was stuck in the purgatory of longing after a feeling. A feeling that he wished for harder with each gramm of the alcohol in his blood.

Shane wasn't prone to those soul minglings before being brought back from the dead at The Clinic. The sight of his momentary guardian asleep on the fucking plastic stool, leaned agains the wall, legs curled to his chest and prepped against Shane's bed frame, made the ex-alcocholic stirr something deep inside of his chest and reset in his brain. He didn't think he could go back to looking at the man the same way he did before. In seconds, Harvey got promoted from being this mystical doctor seen by Shane once when he was running late to his job, to a real person that Shane wanted to get closer to.

Shane wouldn't have known what to call his current feeling if it wasn't for the new farmer, Laura. For someone so disorganised as him, Laura could muster up some good advice when coherent enough.

"The desire to be desired. And the desire to desire that thing the same way." Laura told Shane. He stopped in his track after hearing that. And then he burst out laughing. "What? If I didn't desire to pass down my legacy and Guiliermo didn't desire to be owned by me specifically, we wouldn't have each other!" She picked up her cat up to Shane's face. The orange cat looked at him right in the eye, as if challenging him. To what, Shane had no idea. But the devil's youngling must have sensed his lack of defense and meowed loudly in victory. Shane just turned around and went back to Marnie after loosing the one sided battle. He heard the farmer's laughter goes quiet as he walked.

Closing his eyes, Shane could almost see Harvey's face staring at him fondly. His mind tried to imagine his expression change to more passionate one. Shane tried not to let his mind take control. The more thoughts of this calliber, the most likely he was to send his addictions to the bottom of the cliffs alongside with him.

He looked down at his glass, half full with a beer. It was supposed to be his first and only one tonight. But with how things were going, Shane was tempted to throw the glass across the whole local and preach the words of his soul. How he felt because of the booze. How the will feel because of the booze. How it could ruin their life as hard as it ruined his. How one drink led to another to another to another to another to another to another to anot-

Warm chocolate eyes blinked at him right before his face. Shane relaxed his grip on the glass. He pushed it towards Gus, dropped some coins on the counter and left. He ignored the looks given by the townfolks and let himself fall into the fresh breeze outside. He stood in front of the darkness that loomed over the town at the edge of the forest. Without any more thought, he let himself be swallowed by it. It wasn't long before his eyes got used to the lack of the warm radiation of laps lit up around the town. The sky was truely one of the main reasons why Shane didn't get with his plans. Constelations of unwandered paths streched right above his small and meaningless life. Glittering and saying that maybe it was worth being there even if just to marvel at their beauty for a fleeting moment.

Shane wandered around the forest, his gaze lost in the stars, mind still by the fond eyes it couldn't bare to leave behind. He didn't know how long he was out there untill he saw the edge of the cliffs. Instead of heading acrossthe grass, Shane followed the overgrown path. It led to a narrow stairs that led to the large pipe that finished (or started?) the maze of sewer canals spread under the town. Drunk Shane liked to joked that it was an underground mirror reflecting the spiralls and labirynths made by stars. As if an artist scribbled down the unseen paths between stars and the pages landed on the desk of a rough engineer who tried and failed to recreate their grace.

As Shane marveled upon the genius of the cosmic blueprint, a quiet song was to be heard. He looked around, trying to find its source. After seeing nobody at the forest's clearing and no soul on the beach below, Shane was sure that it was coming from inside the pipe. His body tensed up, ready to initiate a fight or flight revalation at whatever might come from the sewer. The thing is, Shane would be nothing wothout his brain. And his brain, soothed by the strange melody, didn't want to response accordingly. So he sat at the top of the stairs, entranced by how sweet the sounds were. He was almost lulled to sleep by it when he started to sway to the rythm lightly. He got startled when he heart someone sing along the tune. What shocked him more was the fact that the voice was coming from his mouth. The words to the song came to him with a blink of an eye. Shane let himself be taken by the melody's current. And with a small smile on his lips, he sang.

"Harvey, nobody knows what I see."

[darkskiesrpg]

♡ ━ event 001: The Announcement ━ ♡

Liz takes a microphone, raps sharply on it a few times until everyone’s looking.  “Good evening everyone.  We know you all have many questions, as we do, and are here tonight looking for answers.  Chief Kenner and I are here to tell you what we can, and then we’ll open the floor.”

She clears her throat.  “Two days ago, an event occurred in Mystic Falls that precipitated all of this.  For the sake of privacy, to ensure that the people involved aren’t harassed or asked things they can’t answer, we’re not going to discuss what that event was.  Suffice it to say that Doctor Saltzman of the Salvatore School assures us that the event cannot be undone, and therefore that its consequences also stand little chance of being reversed.

Now, this is obviously an unusual and unprecedented situation for all of us. To wit, Mystic Falls now exists within the larger borders of New Orleans.  People from 2011, and people from 2060, have found themselves here in 2029.  Myself included.  This leaves us in a unique position, but we assure you that both of our cities are instituting emergency plans to handle it as best we’re able.

Effective immediately, both New Orleans and Mystic Falls are launching a joint bureau of housing.  This department is going to assign empty residences in both cities to those of you who have come from other points in the timeline, to be sure that you are not left without a place to live.  Additionally, we’ll be opening what’s tentatively being called the bureau of the missing; if there are relatives or friends you expected to be here who aren’t, who you think might have made the journey forward or back, please sign up at this office and let us know who we should be looking out for.  Less urgently for all of you but vitally for the future, we’re also merging our departments of public works, to ensure that this combination of cities hasn’t damaged our ability to deliver power, water and heat to our residents, and to ensure that any roads haven’t been damaged beyond repair or now suddenly lead to dead ends because of the merge.

All of these departments will urgently need employees, and we urge any of you who are willing to sign up.  Those of you whose IDs are from the past or future, or who arrived in this timeline without identification, simply present yourself at either the Mystic Falls Sheriff’s Station or any precinct of the New Orleans PD, and we’ll issue you with something current that will allow you to live and work in the present day.  Sometime in the near future, we’re also hoping to open another department that will interview those from the future and gather your stories for our records, but that will be announced at a later date.

I know this doesn’t answer all of your questions - the honest truth is, we can’t answer all of your questions, as our own staffs are still searching for more answers.  But we’ll open the floor here, and answer anything we can.  Please be patient, and allow one of my deputies to reach you with a microphone rather than shouting out questions.  Thank you.”

As the microphone begins to travel, there's a shout from the front door. Outside, painted on the driveway of the Lockwood manor, is a symbol that to some is all too familiar - Triad.

ooc info:

And with that revelation, our first event has concluded! Triad has made their presence felt, the joined cities are struggling to establish a new normal, and our story has only just begun! Thanks to all of you for making this event a roaring success and we can't wait to see what you all bring to the next phase of the RP! Event threads can continue to their natural conclusions, but post-event starters can now be posted as well.

[riderofblackdragons]

Day 16: Presumed Dead

Still being late, but hey! At least I've got them done! Day 13 really was my holdup tbh, and I didn't want to post the others when I was missing day 13. I've had a different version of this one written since like, the start of the month, but I decided I didn't like it around the 16th, so I rewrote it.

And Ik the characters are OOC in this, Elijah has an excuse, but also I feel like he deserves to say fuck at least once. Plus, this is a new AU, called 'Let Me Stay'.

Hope you enjoy!

Klaus was happy. Or at least, he was content. Sure, his brothers were dead, and that put a considerable dampener on his mood. He didn’t mind Finn’s so much, since his older brother had always been boring anyways, always going on and on about how they were monstrous, and they shouldn’t kill, and how they should all just die instead of drinking blood.

It had gotten old after the third day of his moping, so no, Klaus wasn’t really all that bothered by his oldest brother’s death. Kol’s, however, he was very upset about. He’d cared for his younger half-brother, who’d barely blinked at the news that they didn’t share a father. Kol had been fun, if too wild and mischievous to be kept undaggered all the time, and Klaus missed him a lot.

If he hadn’t wanted more doppelgänger blood, so that he could make more hybrids, Klaus would have burned Mystic Falls, and everyone living in it, to the ground. Thinking about it, Klaus saw no reason not to go back and do it anyways. There was only one cure, and his doppelgänger hadn’t taken it, so there was no reason to not do it. He wouldn’t be getting more hybrids regardless.

But he was on a mission, this time. New Orleans. He’d been happy here, once, he remembered, him and Rebekah. Kol had enjoyed it too, when Klaus had let him out of his coffin. Maybe they’d be able to find happiness here again, even though it was just the two of them left.

Klaus’ plan was simple. He was going to conquer New Orleans again, for himself and Rebekah, and rule it. Make sure that his brothers were never forgotten. He’d carve all the statues himself, if necessary, ones for Kol, and ones for Finn.

And ones for Elijah.

It was times like these, that Klaus missed his older brother the most. Elijah was levelheaded, protective of their family. He was certain that Elijah would have burned that miserable town to the ground, as soon as he’d learned of Kol’s death. Hell, maybe even as soon as he’d learned of Finn’s death.

But Elijah was dead. Klaus knew it, they all knew it. Elijah had never even gotten to see New Orleans, never gotten to see their return to the homeland. He’d died too early, far too early for the eternity their mother had promised them when she’d made them vampires.

It was one of Klaus’ biggest regrets, that he’d left his brother there. They’d argued, and Klaus had stormed out in a rage, not wanting to see his brother when he was that mad. There’d been no one else at their temporary home, and when he’d come back… Elijah was gone.

Oh, his things were still there, but Klaus had assumed that he’d merely left as well, to go calm down in a place where he wouldn’t be reminded of Klaus and their siblings. Only, Elijah hadn’t come back. They’d stayed there longer than planned, waiting for Elijah, before they’d heard news of Mikael in the area, and had had to run.

And now, it was centuries later, and Elijah was dead, followed by their other brothers. Klaus at least hoped that his brothers were happy together in death, that they’d found peace together. Because he and Rebekah weren’t at peace, were struggling to move on, even as they’d managed without Elijah for the past 700 years.

Learning Marcellus was alive helped, even if he’d changed his name to Marcel, and had taken over Klaus’ city. One part of the hybrid could admire his ward’s, his child’s, audacity, but the other part was just mad. This was still his, even if Marcel was claiming otherwise.

But at least with Marcel’s survival, Rebekah would be happy. Klaus knew that his sister had been upset at her lover’s death, so upset that she hadn’t spoken a word of his name since they’d left what they thought was his burning corpse in New Orleans. He hadn’t been much better, admittedly, since in his grief, he’d also forbade news of his son around him.

But this wasn’t quite a fully-vampiric city, Klaus listened to Marcel explain. He’d done a lot of work, and Klaus could admire how he’d wiped out one pack of wolves, and cursed the other, but apparently there was a third.

A werewolf pack that hadn’t existed, back when Klaus was in charge. Marcel described it as having vampires in it, vampires who refused to join his cause. And the pack leaders hadn’t changed since its conception, over half a century beforehand.

“They’re vicious,” Marcel told him. “I don’t know how they’ve stayed around this long, but if my guys attack, then they’ll get bitten and die. And I don’t want to lose god knows how many men for even a single mile of territory, cause I’m damn sure I wouldn’t get more than that,”

“Good thing my blood can heal werewolf bites, then,” Klaus smirked, as his mind raced.

Werewolves would change pack leaders when they got too old, so it wouldn’t have been unusual for the previous leaders to stick around as Elders in the pack. But to not have changed over at all? The leaders should definitely be too old now, even if they were still alive.

Maybe it was just a clever trick, designed to confuse and scare the vampires? But Klaus had trained Marcel himself, had raised him, he wasn’t one to get confused by that sort of paltry trick. And Marcel swore it was the same leaders.

“I’ll come with you,” He decided on a whim.

Marcel was going to go and meet with this pack, and its leaders, the next day. And, well, Klaus couldn’t deny the slight preening when he saw Marcel’s small look of gratitude. Having a hybrid there would change things, and Klaus wanted to meet these wolves.

To find out their secrets... He'd string them up, if he had to.

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And of course, it couldn’t be that easy. There were representatives from the witches and from the humans there as well, which made it that much harder to pick out which ones were from the wolves. Or, well, that was his initial impression.

It became that much easier to tell when the wolf representatives came slightly late, striding through the doors like they owned the place.

Klaus had seen many wolves over the years, old, young, etc. He knew what a wolf looked like when it was ageing, and these wolf leaders didn’t look that much over 80, if he had to guess. Which, given his approximation of their ages, shouldn’t be possible.

Introductions were had, including his. The meeting went as expected, if a bit calmer than Marcel had described it as. The wolves kept glancing at him, as though they knew something about him that Klaus didn’t.

And then, as he left, he found out what all those glances were for.

For outside, waiting for them all to exit the church (it was a neutral space, apparently. Since the leader of the human faction was the priest in charge, so it wasn’t biased towards the vampires, the witches, or the werewolves.), was a ghost.

Klaus stumbled back a little at the sight, feeling dread fill him. There, standing by the entrance was Elijah. Or at least, a very good replica of Elijah. Klaus blinked a couple times, but it was still there, still look just like his older brother had on calm days, his face tilted up to catch the sun’s rays as he waited for their next problem to be brought to him.

“You’re dead,” Klaus croaked out, when he got his voice back. “You died,”

And the Elijah-lookalike turned to face him, and- it was so realistic. It even had the quiet anger burning in its eyes, like Elijah’d always had whenever he’d get angry. A cold type of anger, that his self-control had never let him unleash on his siblings, turning itself into disappointment for them.

“Klaus Mikaelson,” It even had the same voice as his brother, although Klaus couldn’t remember Elijah calling him anything other than Niklaus their entire lives.

“Elijah?” He hesitantly asked, and was rewarded with a punch to the face.

It shocked everyone behind them, Klaus could tell by their gasps and yelps, but this was his brother. And if his brother was alive, then… Something had happened to him. Klaus hadn’t found him, over the centuries, even if the others had stopped him from searching after the first century.

“You left me with him,” Elijah hissed into his face, grabbing Klaus’ shirt collar and pulling him closer. “You knew he had me, and you left me with him,”

“We thought you were dead!” Klaus frantically defended, although he did try to gesture for Marcel to stay away.

This was his brother, and Klaus was immortal. He would survive, but he wasn’t sure if Marcel would. Regardless of what Elijah dealt to him, and Klaus knew he’d deserve it, for not realising his big brother was alive for all these years, he’d live.

“Rebekah will be happy to see you,” he tried, and Elijah dropped him onto the floor. “And… I’m glad you’re alive, brother,”

Elijah merely scoffed, before he turned on his heel and started walking away. “Fuck you,” He tossed over his shoulder, before he sped away.

[catalogue-of-lux-feli]

A World of Possibilities, and All of Them Yours!

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OOC Welcome to The Catalogue of Lux Feli! This is an interactive story chronicling the (mis)adventures of the titular protagonist in an unfamiliar world. The majority of the story will be told via text accompanied by gameplay screenshots, though the occasional drawing or post in an alternate medium may appear.

Please feel free to send in asks, plot relevant or otherwise! Asks will be answered by Lux by default, unless the ask is specifically addressed otherwise.

Inspired by @for-quill-with-love :D

Disclaimers: -I am one person, I am not taking this too seriously, and I can be very absent minded. Plot holes are likely, if not inevitable. Don't worry, it just means the story comes with extra pockets. -Cursing and mentions of/mild descriptions of (mostly cartoonish) violence are likely. They will not be ever-present, but they most likely will appear in some posts. I will be keeping it at about a PG-13 level, with the possible exception of the limits on swearing that will imply, though this 'limit' will be broken sparingly. -I cannot guarantee all asks will be answered, but if not all are, most will be. -I am playing with mods, though some will be used far more extensively than others. -Be careful what you tell Lux, lest he be led astray…. >:)

Archive link: o0o0o

Mod info, tag list, and additional notes below the cut!

Modded using Forge. Mod Launcher: Modrinth Mods Used (including framework mods): AppleSkin Balm Bedspreads Cat Loaf Clumps Comforts Create Decorative Blocks Easy As Pie Embeddium* Entity Culling Falling Leaves Farmer's Delight Crate Delight Fruits Delight Freecam Gardener's Dream Geckolib Jade Just Enough Items Lucky Clover! Macaw's Bridges Macaw's Doors Macaw's Fences and Walls Macaw's Furniture Macaw's Lights and Lamps Macaw's Paintings Macaw's Paths and Pavings Macaw's Roofs Macaw's Trapdoors Macaw's Windows Mystic's Biomes Naturalist TerraBlender Waystones Xaero's Minimap YDM's Fennec Fox YDM's Red Panda Zetter -- Painting Mod

[*] replaced rubidium due to a bug

Blog tags:

-#ooc chatter - The out of character tag for the blog. Anything tagged with this is meant to not be taken as part of the story.

-#worlds somnambulance project - Story tag. Anything tagged with this IS part of the story.

-#words from lux - The main tag for Lux answering messages.

-#a message from ashwringer ventures - Any answered asks or input from Ashwringer Ventures Inc. or a representative thereof will be tagged with this.

-#broadcast [#] - A tag for chronology tracking. Main posts will be tagged this way, in numerical order.

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A note on tags: by default, all tags are ooc - including and especially 'talking tags'. If I have ooc thoughts to share, they'll often be in the tags. A note on the blog runner: if I drop off the face of the earth, do not worry. It may be that my sense of object permanence has ceased working on this blog. Hopefully temporarily.

[simp-is-here]

Jumin Han x Fem Reader: Disco Pang Pang

Amusement Park Story 1

Summary: Jumin is taken on a ride where he meets you

Warning: (if I got the name wrong or did anything false with this fic please tell me), I haven’t done anything Mystic Messenger related in a long time so possibly ooc, my writing is rusty due to my like 4 month hiatus and might not be the best, it’s also short, if you see a * it’s because I spend too much time on character.ai

A/N: hey I’m sorry I haven’t been writing, I couldn’t think of anything and I was going through mental stuff.

This will be apart of a short story series based around the same idea, also it’s really really short and I might rewrite it later

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He didn’t even wanna come here, the RFA decided to have a ‘free day’ and hang out at the amusement park, Jumin was unwillingly dragged along. Seven had pointed at a ride for everyone to try, it was a large circle with seats on the rim of it with railings so the riders could hold on.

While they waited in line he staggered forward at a sudden force, turning around he saw a woman there with an apologetic look on her face.

“I’m so sorry, are you alright?” She asked him, hoping she didn’t upset the random man

But as fate would have it, before he could respond the people on the ride went off, making way for the new riders. He watched as the woman went up with her friends, Seven and Yoosung were heading on when they saw Jumin still standing there.

“Not chickening out are you?” Zen said, a cocky smile on his face

Jumin just rolled his eyes, getting on the ride as well. They sat down not to far from you and your friends, he couldn’t help but let his eyes occasionally wander to you, sometimes he saw you looking back. Just as everyone felt the ride begin to spin slowly your face dropped as you felt your skirt ride up, putting one hand to pull down your skirt while holding desperately on the other. 

Jumin saw your actions and took off his jacket, offering it to you, catching the attention of the operator.

“Hey miss, you with the turtleneck.” The ride operator called out, you looked at him as you move Jumin’s jacket around your waist

“Are you single?”

The question takes many people off guard who begin to laugh, including you. With the nod of your head the ride suddenly jolted up a bit, causing you to fly up as well and hold the bars tightly. This happens more and more to the point where the jacket starts slipping from your lap, you quickly let go to readjust it but find your body flying sideways, landing in the lap of a person.

You and Jumin meet eyes as he holds you so you don’t fall, his hands also holding the jacket for you. The RFA (Seven mainly) beside him were cheering and trying to tease him about having a beautiful girl land on him.

“Jumin Han.” he introduces with a bit of a smile

(Name) you say back, holding onto his arms while the ride operator finds his next victi- people to torment.

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A mature bonkai reunion how would you approach it after or during legacies?

In regards to mature BK during legacies I'm unsure, I've never watched legacies but I know that Bonnie never appears in that show but Kai appears on it and the general opinion seems to be that he was ooc in it

I think something that would have avoided him being ooc in that show, might have been to have him paired in scenes with Bonnie, (but just to clarify I would never actually want Bonnie/ Kat to be anywhere near any of those writers, this is just hypothetically speaking)

I feel that he seemed most true to his character and he had more interesting reactions/ interactions when his character was paired with Bonnie.

I tried looking up Kai's storyline on legacies...but I just didn't really know what any of that was or who other characters were meant to really be except for like Jo's grown up twins and Alaric ? - freakin Alaric man ...anyways

I was so confused, I thought Kai was left chained up in Karaoke Hell prison world or whatever but for some reason in legacies theres all these other random people that were students? Being punished? Alaric sent them there? I think I'm misremembering what I read 😭

I'm sorry for the legacies rant, but since I didn't even watch anywhere close to all of TVD I'm even more confused about what's supposed to be going on with Legacies 😭😭

So im gonna have to leave legacies stuff out of this but for mature BK -after the events of TVD but ignoring the part where they randomly sent Bonnie off to Africa:

I'm thinking we have Kai in his Karaoke prison world, he's all bitter and angry and half-dessicated.

We have Bonnie, who on the outside seems to be doing good, maybe she's found some distant Bennett relatives, so she moves to where they are, it's a quiet town, there's a local witch community who her relatives introduced her to, she keeps in touch with the gang from Mystic Falls from time to time, all seems to be going well, but maybe too well ?

Maybe she's a little bored ? For the majority of her life she's been in the centre of so much mayhem, whether she wanted to be or not. She knows she deserves peace, she deserves to rest. It just seems like she doesn't know how though. She probably wouldn't describe herself as a thrill-seeker, yet she finds herself drawn to other people's problems -the witchy kind of problems that require witchy solutions... and maybe siphon solutions.

She doesn't know many siphoners, to her annoyance, they seem pretty rare and she wouldn't feel right forcing just any of them to do her bidding. Except, she knows one siphoner who she wouldn't feel guilty about ensnaring to join her cause.

And so, she gets him out (we all got that one prisoner we keep locked away in an alternate dimension, guys chill).

And our boy Kai is as vengeful as ever, he will obviously not make this easy for her and Bonnie knows this, so she takes some necessary precautions -a spell to ensure that he is bound to her in some way, but he is still a pretty powerful coven leader (nvm the fact that coven's population is very small now) so the spell comes with some stipulations -she is in turn bound to him.

The spell ensures they're not able to hurt each other past a certain degree, so cue a ton of psychological warfare on both sides as they both try and out-manipulate the other (it turns into a power play sort of situation *wink wink*).

Kinky shenanigans.

I'm done.

(Hi Anon ! I feel there's a chance I may have misunderstood the ask 😖 I'm sorry <3, also I probably went off topic but when do I not lol, Uni has me stressed asf so my brains a little...ugh, so I'm sorry for the delay in response, also this was probs vague as hell -I wanted to come up with something more but this was all I could produce I'm afraid 😭 I hope you don't mind, thank you so much for the ask 💖)

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⭐️ for TBBW please and thank you!

I kinda touched on my decisions for the recent arc of tbbw in my last update but I had more to say (i totally ran out of words in the last authors note, so had to delete like two paragraphs lmao), especially on chapter 35 and 34, so here it goes. [spoilers under the cut]

Firstly, I've mentioned this before but the whole arc of Damon disappearing was not originally planned in the first plot line. Initially, I'd discarded giving any justice for Caroline because I couldn't see a way of keeping her, Klaus and her friends all in character without utter carnage following in the fallout. If anything happened to Damon, Stefan and Elena would flip out and Stefan's whole vendetta against Klaus would be re-ignited. Similarly, Caroline, in this point in time, isn't one to exactly condone cold-blooded murder or torture. And there's also the very messy and difficult art of accurately presenting Caroline's trauma respectfully when I myself have never experienced anything like it. But then I think I was writing chapter 12? Chapter 13? And suddenly I had a HUGE epiphany.

I was rewatching the end of s3 tvd to help better draft out the scenes I was currently writing and plan future chapters in more detail, and I got to the scene in 3x21 where Stefan and Damon are driving out of Mystic Falls to dump Klaus' dessicated body somewhere. In canon... Damon literally promises to leave Mystic Falls if Elena chooses Stefan (he doesn't make good on his word later - no surprise there really) and seeing that, it hit me.

It fucking hit me.

What if the Mystic Falls gang never even realised Damon was missing? What if they never even suspected Klaus when it came to his disappearance? Stefan and Damon haven't always kept in touch over their decades as vampires, would Stefan really be surprised if Damon 'left' Mystic Falls and didn't text, didn't call? Damon wasn't suspicious in canon either, when Stefan spent a summer in a safe at the bottom of the falls while he got to be with Elena. I'm not saying Damon and Stefan don't care about each other - they obviously do, to a passionate extent, but unlike the Mikaelsons dynamic, they're a lot more independent of each other and haven't spent their entire vampiric lives together, tied to the hip. They're used to not seeing or hearing from one another for long periods of time. Hell, Damon even spent years? Decades? Imprisoned by the Augustine Society and Stefan never noticed, so like, it's technically canon the two aren't great at communicating their current whereabouts. So, if they never realise Damon is missing, never even suspect Klaus... Stefan's characterisation is sorted. I can do whatever I want to Damon and it doesn't matter because Stefan won't be out of character leaving Damon to the wolves, because he doesn't even know Damon has been thrown to the wolves in the first place. Elena's characterisation is similar to Stefan in some regard as she's in love with Damon at this point, but she does still care about Caroline and her anger at Damon and guilt complex over what happened to Care would probably outweigh the niggling feeling at the back of her mind that something is wrong for the most part. Bonnie's Bonnie - she'd be down for murdering Damon lmao, so like I don't even need to find a loophole for her.

Keeping Klaus and Liz in character were harder. In a perfect world, I'd have Caroline exacting her own revenge - like that would be the perfect plot line and perhaps would work if she was freshly turned, shunned from her friends and met Klaus then. Except she didn't meet him then, her friends are still her friends and any revenge against Damon now would be OOC. Which is where Liz comes in. We've already seen in canon she's capable of taking out vampires, or at least motivated to do so. Caroline is her daughter, and like the night of Caroline's birthday, she'd do anything to protect her - even make a deal with the devil. So she approaches Klaus, plots with him to take out Damon in a cunning, quiet way...and Klaus goes along with it because although he is impulsive and has a flair for the dramatics, he's cunning too. Manipulative. Tactical. Traits that are often forgotten in the later seasons and TO.

I don't ever show what happens to Damon, except for that 'Hello Damon' and the blood decorating Klaus' socks, and that's on purpose. I wanted it to be vague. Is Damon dead? Is he alive? Is he forever locked in the Mikaelsons' basement? Is he free, but compelled with a horrific list of instructions, never allowed to lay eyes on Caroline ever again? No one knows.

It's up to you to decide.

And if, maybe, he's still alive in a hundred years - well. I'm sure Caroline wouldn't mind then exacting her own revenge. Perhaps Klaus will hand Damon over to her gifted wrapped for her 118th birthday as an anniversary present, who knows.