#pull up standee

[goldentigerfestival]

Decided to translate the Fluri section in the 30th anni book for the question, "who is your favorite duo & couple?", voted in by fans and reaching second place overall, because the first and third answers were too adorable. 😌

Fan answers for their choice:

● They've been together since childhood and are inseparable. No matter how far apart they are, they're always together in their hearts, which is always heartwarming.

● I feel like the conflict between the two of them, and their clashing senses of justice, create the focal point in the work of "Vesperia".

● It's really wonderful how they're not reserved with each other, and how when they're together, they become uncomposed and childish.

[gio-cosmo]

It’s my birthday soon should I put this photo of Jin on a cake perhaps

[melouthechalk]

I showed my standee the Minecraft movie muheheheheh

Ngl I liked it, people around me were calm and etc and the movie itself was fun

BUT,,,, IM SAD THAT I CAME THERE EARLY.... WHEN I WAS THERE I WAS THE ONLY FREAK AND WHEN IT ENDED I SAW TWO PEOPLE WITH NAMETAGS ABOVE THEIR HEADS GOING TO WATCH THE MOVIE

Also I'm sad that no one recognised Ranboo my beloved shirt and three million other things that were on me, or people were too shy to talk to me idk man

[sgkprinters]

What is the standee size of a roll up banner?

They consist of a printed graphic panel that is attached to a retractable mechanism housed within a base. The banner can be easily set up by pulling the graphic panel up from the base and attaching it to a support pole or stand.

Standard Sizes

While roll up banners can be customized to various sizes, there are several standard sizes that are widely used in the industry. The most common standard sizes for roll-up banners include:

850mm x 2000mm (33.5” x 78.7”): This is one of the most popular sizes for roll-up banners. It offers a good balance between portability and visibility, making it suitable for a wide range of applications including trade shows, exhibitions, retail displays, and presentations.

1000mm x 2000mm (39.4” x 78.7”): Slightly wider than the 850mm version, this size provides additional space for larger graphics and more content. It is often chosen when extra visibility and impact are desired, such as in high-traffic areas or larger exhibition spaces.

1200mm x 2000mm (47.2” x 78.7”): This is the widest standard size available for roll-up banners. It offers even more space for graphics and text, making it ideal for situations where maximum visibility and impact are required, such as in large exhibition halls or outdoor events.

Factors to Consider

When choosing the standee size of a roll up banner, it’s essential to consider several factors to ensure that it meets your specific needs and requirements:

Venue and Space: Consider the size of the venue where the roll-up banner will be displayed. If space is limited, a smaller size may be more appropriate to avoid overcrowding. On the other hand, larger venues may require a bigger banner to ensure visibility from a distance.

Audience and Visibility: Think about the intended audience and how far away they will be from the banner. A larger size may be necessary for outdoor events or locations with high foot traffic to ensure that the message is visible from a distance.

Content and Design: Evaluate the amount of content you need to display on the banner. If you have a lot of information or detailed graphics, a larger size may be necessary to prevent overcrowding and maintain readability.

Portability: Consider how easily the banner can be transported and set up at different locations. Larger banners may be more challenging to transport and require additional support to ensure stability.

Budget: Keep in mind that larger banners may be more expensive to produce than smaller ones due to the increased printing and material costs. Consider your budget constraints when choosing the size of the roll-up banner.

Custom Sizes

When opting for a custom size, work closely with your printing provider to determine the dimensions that best suit your needs while ensuring optimal print quality and visual impact. Provide them with detailed specifications and artwork files to ensure that the final product meets your expectations.

Conclusion

However, custom sizes offer flexibility for tailored solutions to specific requirements. By carefully considering these factors and working closely with your printing provider, you can choose the right size roll up banner to effectively promote your brand and message in any setting.

[sweetstaraquarium]

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[crustyfloor]

I love how ALNST portrays the coexistence of hate and love in the main relationships, just like those "Hatred is easier than a vague word such as love" photocards. And grief these characters have to go through and how they handle it because this series focuses on how people live on after they experience loss, in their own ways each of these standees represent that grief and the intricacies of their complicated relationships. All of my ships are divorced

I hope the mixed feelings Mizi has for Sua are elaborated on more in the future. Mizi had been almost, if not entirely, dependent on Sua in their time together. Sua was there to fill the gap of loneliness Shine left Mizi with after she was sent to Anakt garden alone. Sua taught her a lot and helped her study. Sua protected Mizi from the world and kept them safe in their bubble. She was someone who Mizi looked up to like her god; her faith in Sua and the love she had for her was like a religion. Sua was always there for her, and Mizi was happy to blindly follow her. And she left Mizi exposed and vulnerable like an abandoned fawn when suddenly, all of that was gone, and Sua was dead.

It would be interesting if it's confirmed that Mizi resented Sua after. In round 5, Luka's relentless taunting caused her to lash out, but Mizi wasn't angry at Luka; that anger, that despair, was her pouring out her feelings toward Sua because of Sua's death. After being taunted with the familiar comfort of Sua's presence, with the fact, that some of the happiness in Sua's smile could have been fake while she was unaware.

The thing is, Mizi and Sua had been the closest to each other for so long, but Mizi had little to no insight into who Sua really was or what she was really thinking. Other than some brief instances where she would perceive Sua, she knew Sua was a little quiet, probably a little gloomy, but didn't second guess her at all, knowing Sua wasn't mean to her. And she trusted in the fact that Sua didn't have bad intentions. Mizi could've never guessed that this would be the result, could never catch onto that emotional distance Sua had intentionally kept between them. When Mizi comes to an understanding that Sua knew what would happen all along. that's where the hurt stems from. Sua's actions, leaving Mizi in the dark and not being truly open, are a part of her coping mechanism/way of protecting herself. Sua wanted to shield Mizi so desperately, to shield her own heart from the fear of living aimlessly and in constant anxiety, that she had been content to die like this, to leave Mizi in this kind of disarray, even when she knew to some degree and was sad that her death could possibly subject Mizi to this kind of suffering, to having come to terms with those complicated feelings and it did crush Mizi as it all went down.

Mizi had the resilience to get back up and keep moving forward without Sua. As much as Mizi adored her, as much as she is making amazing progress in liberating herself from that past, who knows if she's moved from that yet, if she's forgiven Sua yet, the hurt from having been lied to for all that time. The betrayal of that trust Mizi had naively placed onto Sua, as if Mizi never even knew her in the first place. In some artworks, Sua is so distant from Mizi, even though they're always the most intimate, there is a clear disconnect as if Sua is a figment of Mizi's imagination, stagnant in the only way Mizi knew her, and she never changes. And Mizi suffers from the fact that she can't embrace that memory of Sua the way she used to. The standee similarly portrays this; Sua is simply hovering over her and watching in an eerie, enigmatic way. Yet Sua's presence is a comfort Mizi can't let go of even when it hurts that it isn't the same as it used to be. Even when the innocence of their bond is tainted by the understanding Mizi has now, she can't reject her. Mizi is nothing if not completely devoted to Sua, even to the end.

my ivantilll... my curevantill

Ivan and Till's push-pull, hate-love dynamic has been apparent even in childhood, and this standee says a lot about that dynamic, especially regarding round 6 obv. From Till's perspective, Ivan confused him, provoked him a lot, and fought with him a lot, but Ivan was also someone he considered a friend. Someone in his life that he cared about because despite their fighting they also shared quiet moments, Ivan was there for Till when it mattered (for comfort, even), where Till would've otherwise been alone, Ivan was always with him, those were memories Till would cherish even if he didn't show how much he cared to Ivan directly.

His despair going into round 6 wasn't just because of Mizi's disappearance, he hadn't expected he and Ivan would be in a position where they'd have to compete, and faced with the decision of having to either compete to win against his last friend, after losing all will to live, or to forfeit his own life, once he couldn't keep going anymore and stopped singing, Till had the intent to give up. Only for Ivan to make the final decision for him and forfeit his own life in such a brutal way right in front of Till. Even though there is little said about his perspective at the time as of now, To me, it seems like Till wanted to make that choice, but Ivan effectively yanked Till out of his own head to be bombarded with the confusing mix of gentleness and violence as the full force of Ivan's complicated feelings were thrown at him, and then to face the reality that Ivan is dead and he is alone.

Till has been oppressed by the aliens all his life, and he's always fighting them for the right to his agency and freedom. Till's anger comes from Ivan's selfishness in that moment -(How could you do that and just leave me behind? kind of sentiment), the way Ivan took away Till's choice in the situation, the one time he ever willingly withheld Till's freedom was because of an impulsive action that Till can't begin to understand, everything happened too fast, Ivan had no idea what he was doing either and was erratic with it. With that, the questions and the feelings Ivan left him to figure out on his own afterwards were too much for Till to confront after having averted his attention from them for the longest time, that's why the weight of Ivan's feelings, the reality of it all outside of Till's head, metaphorically and quite literally weigh on Till to the point of breaking him.

Ivan's affections and lesser acknowledged feelings for Till clash and often contradict himself. His hold on Till in the standee is gentle and not at all, all at the same time. It's so fascinating to me how it can look like Ivan is trying to be comforting in a very (Ivan-typical) pushy or forceful/hostile manner because he wants to show he cares, however, he has never been the best at expressing himself, and Till is sensitive, but far more prone to avoidance or biting back in response to confronting the vulnerability of his own emotions. Because of this, they misunderstood each other's intentions a lot in the past, and Till doesn't know what went on in Ivan's head when he did what he did, but that confusion scares Till. The way they're positioned with Ivan gripping Till so he's forced to face him and Till being frightened by what he sees, too angry and too shocked to properly express himself, they're two forces pushing and pulling at each other (almost like they're fighting, in my opinion. It's also a show of their complicated dynamic because of their fundamental misunderstanding of each other) Even Ivan's lack of expression to Till's reaction to him is interesting to me. Sure enough, he supports Till while he's collapsing and pushing back, but staring down on him in an odd way (much like that frame from blink gone with his face, it's intimidating and observant), Ivan was unconvinced his actions would impact Till. And now, he doesn't register Till's feelings in the moment. He's under the impression that Till can just "move on" after that, as if forcing Till to live on in his stead would really not shake him, as if all that time they used to spend together realistically could've possibly meant nothing to Till. This standee is so symbolic and just as confusing as them, and Till's waist is mesmerizing (gets shot)

HyuLuka's standee shows their dynamic so well; HyunA is avoidant and not facing Luka. Instead, she faces forward and looks past Luka the same way she does with everything that holds her back. To keep moving forward, she tried suppressing her emotions, avoiding confronting her past. She wants to move on. However, she's standing still and has a hand on Luka's head to silently comfort him (not even gripping his head, just resting her hand there) because, despite all of those years, after being forced to live on in her grief and her suffering, HyunA has grown, but she hadn't truly "moved on" from her past with Hyunwoo or Luka, until she met Mizi. Even though HyunA didn't want to face her past and those repressed emotions before, when she started coming to terms, she couldn't help but reach out like it's instinct, like she did when they were kids. because she can't help but still love and care for him, her revenge, albeit intentionally cruel, is also an example of this.

This also shows another instance of Luka's dependence on her; Luka clings to HyunA like a child, much like he always does. He doesn't acknowledge that HyunA has changed or how his actions could've affected her in childhood. Because he's utterly devoted to her and desperate for the comfort of knowing they are "together" always. Through what little scraps he can get to remind himself of her existence, like with those posters, and so he never grows out of his childish indifference as long as he can continue depending on her

HyunA's revenge is one effective torture method for Luka, because it's reiterated time and time again that she knows who luka is, she knows about all of this and took that comfort away from him in the most brutal way, so Luka can't deny it, because the truth is right in front of him. It's a big question of whether Luka can ever symbolically leave that "bird cage" and learn to live on his own without continuing to use HyunA as his coping mechanism. Depending on what Luka does with those final words she left him with, he can come to an understanding and agree to move forward or continue obsessively clinging to the only comfort he's known for years, just like he is in this standee

I also find it interesting how HyunA's role is set up in depictions like this (and I find that Hyuluka frame from sweet dream to be similar in a way), with the clear leverage she has over Luka, who doesn't care about the danger because he loves her so much more than he cares about himself, (Just like the way he does register the gun pressed to his head in wiege, but still moves towards HyunA) but she never does "kill" him even though she has the knife over his head (or in more symbolic ways, give in to the hatred she wants to feel for him) and she doesn't abandon Luka. Even though she has the choice to do both, she doesn't because she loves him. She can't stand to look at him smile at her cruelty, so she just stares at him with that vacant look that appears sometimes, like in All-in when she's experiencing ptsd and she can't even move until Mizi starts shooting at the robot guards, so she just absently stays. It really speaks to HyunA's nature. She's endlessly compassionate. She doesn't want to stop loving as a human because she can't stop loving.

[amyzworldds]

Part Three: Shattered Roads

Masterlist | Part 1 | Part 2 | Alt Ending

Y/N’s solo debut prep silences Seventeen’s dorm, the boys clinging to her cardboard cutout—until a devastating car accident lands her in a coma. Torn between tour duties and despair, they rally for her recovery. Pairing: Seventeen x 14th member Genre: Fluff, Humor, Angst

Weeks had bled into a haze, and Y/N still hadn’t woken. Before the crash, Seventeen was mid-world tour, a whirlwind of stages and screams, with a month-long break planned before the Asia leg. Y/N had seized that gap to finish her solo debut, sy/ncing her promo with their return to the road. But the accident shattered everything—her coma stretched on, and the boys faced a gut-wrenching reality: the tour couldn’t stop. Fans had paid, venues were booked, and the machine of K-pop churned on, merciless.

At the airport, they shuffled through the crowd, a lifeless procession of hoodies and hats. Seungcheol led, eyes hollow, jaw tight. Carats waved signs—“We love you!” “Fighting!”—but the boys’ smiles were plastic, rehearsed. They’d visited Y/N that morning, a ritual now—her hospital room a shrine of their guilt and hope. Her parents were there too, taking shifts, but the boys still came, talking to her still form, singing off-key just to fill the silence. “Y/N-ah, you’d hate this quiet,” Seungcheol had murmured, squeezing her hand. “Wake up and yell at us, okay?”

DK had knelt by her bed, voice cracking, “We’re leaving for tour… don’t be mad we’re not here. We’ll be back fast.”

Hoshi lingered, staring at her bandaged head. “Your standee’s mocking us at home. I’d trade it for you in a heartbeat.”

Wonwoo adjusted her blanket, whispering, “Rest up… we need you back…”

Jun patted her arm, faint smile fading, “No pranks ‘til you’re here to laugh…”

Minghao traced her hand, voice soft, “Dance battle’s on hold—don’t forget…”

On the plane, the usual chaos was dead. No Y/N bouncing down the aisle, chattering—“Hoshi oppa, stop hogging the snacks!” or “Dino-yah, let’s film a tiktok!” Just silence, broken by the hum of engines. Seungcheol stared out the window, replaying her scream. Jeonghan clutched a pillow, eyes red. Vernon scrolled his phone, avoiding crash pics still circulating online. They were ghosts, bracing to fake it for millions.

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Two countries down—Singapore, Jakarta—and they’d pulled it off. On stage, they smiled, danced, laughed, feeding Carats the energy they craved. Offstage, they collapsed, calling Y/N’s parents daily. “Any change?” Seungcheol would ask, voice tight.

“Still sleeping,” her mom would say, gentle but heavy. “She’s stable… just waiting.”

DK cried after every call, “She’s missing this—she’d love these crowds…”

Seungkwan nodded, wiping tears, “We’re half a group without her noise…”

Mingyu stared at his phone, her Weverse kimbap post still pinned. “I’d kill to hear her nag me again…”

Wonwoo pushed his glasses up, voice low, “She’d hate us being this quiet…”

Jun fidgeted, “I keep expecting her to jump out, yelling ‘Gotcha!’…”

Minghao sighed, “She’s the pulse… this feels wrong…” They soldiered on, but each show carved deeper into their hollow shells.

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At the hospital, weeks had stacked into a gray blur. Then, one quiet afternoon, Y/N stirred. Her eyes fluttered open, the harsh light stabbing. She squinted, head throbbing, the room spinning into focus—white walls, beeping machines, flowers wilting by the bed. Her mind was a fog—flashes of headlights, a scream, the crash. Nothing else. “W-Where… what day is it?” she croaked, voice rusty.

The door creaked, and her mom stepped in, freezing. “Y/N?!” She dropped her bag, rushing over, tears spilling as she hugged her. “Oh my God, you’re awake—you’re awake!”

Her dad bolted out, shouting, “Doctor! She’s up!” Nurses and doctors swarmed, checking vitals, shining lights in her eyes. “She’s stable,” one said, smiling. “Needs rest, but she’s out of the woods—can leave soon.” The head bandage was gone, just bruises and a faint scar left.

Her mom sobbed, stroking her hair. “We were so scared… the boys too—they’ve been here every chance, wrecked. Especially Seungcheol—he still blames himself, even though we told him it’s not his fault.”

Y/N managed a weak laugh, throat dry. “Dorks… all of them. Cheol oppa’s probably crying into his apron still.” She paused, eyes lighting up. “Mom, don’t tell them I’m awake. I wanna surprise those idiots—they deserve a shock after all this.”

Her mom chuckled through tears, nodding. “You’re evil… fine, my lips are sealed.” She texted Manager Kim instead—“Y/N’s awake, don’t tell the boys—she wants to surprise them.” Kim grinned at his phone, replying, “She’s back—oh, they’re gonna lose it.”

Her dad squeezed her hand, teary but smiling. “You scared us, kid. Rest up—your oppas are gonna need oxygen when you pull this off.”

Y/N smirked, sinking into the pillows, already plotting. The tour trudged on without her, but she was awake—and ready to reclaim her chaos crown.

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Weeks had passed since Y/N woke from her coma, and though she wasn’t fully recovered—still a bit wobbly, head tender—she was back to her scheming self. The boys remained in the dark, slogging through their tour, and she wasn’t about to let them off easy. “Sorry, oppas, you’ll suffer a little longer—it’s me, Y/N, deal with it,” she muttered to herself, smirking in her hospital room. She’d been resting, regaining strength, and plotting a comeback that’d knock their socks off.

One afternoon, she cornered her doctor, eyes gleaming. “Doc, can I dance yet? Sing? I need to know—I’ve got plans!”

The doctor chuckled, adjusting his glasses. “No dancing—not yet, your body’s still healing. But singing? Go for it, just don’t push too hard.” Y/N grinned, clapping weakly. As a thank-you to the nurses and doctors who’d nursed her back from the brink, she staged a mini-concert right there in her private room. Propped on her bed, she belted one of her album tracks—voice a little raspy but alive—nurses tearing up, doctors swaying. “No posting this, okay?” she winked, mid-note. “It’s a secret—I’m cooking something big!” They nodded, charmed, pocketing their phones as she finished with a dramatic bow, nearly toppling off the bed.

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Meanwhile, Seventeen trudged through their final tour leg, a robotic parade of forced smiles and lifeless steps. On stage, they dazzled Carats—Seungcheol’s dimples flashing, Hoshi’s tiger roars echoing—but backstage, they flopped onto couches like deflated balloons, texting Y/N’s mom for updates. “Still not awake,” her reply buzzed back, same as always.

DK groaned, sprawling across Mingyu. “It’s been months—how’s she still out? Is she Sleeping Beauty now?!”

Seungkwan snorted, though his eyes were red. “Yeah, waiting for her prince to kiss her awake—maybe we should send San.”

“Hey!” Hoshi yelped, tossing a water bottle at him. “I’d wake her with my tiger charm, but she’d just yell at me for drooling on her!”

Wonwoo adjusted his glasses, voice low, “She’s tougher than Sleeping Beauty… but it’s too long…”

Vernon slumped, staring at the ceiling, “I keep thinking she’ll barge in, yelling about my messy bunk…”

Minghao fidgeted with his rings, muttering, “She’d hate this quiet… it’s not her…”

Seungcheol forced a laugh, hollow. “Maybe she’s faking it—testing how long we’ll cry before she jumps us.” They chuckled, but the fear lingered, gnawing deeper with every show.

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Unbeknownst to them, Y/N was orchestrating a masterpiece. Fully discharged but still on the down-low, she’d called Manager Kim, voice brimming with glee. “Oppa, I’ve got a plan—huge surprise, for the boys and Carats! Can we pull it off at their last show?”

“What now, you gremlin?” Kim laughed, already hooked.

“Okay, listen—we fake a technical glitch mid-concert, stop their performance. I hide in a room, lights go out, boys get ushered offstage. Then I sneak on, lights stay off, and I sing a song from my album—boom, surprise! They’ll lose their minds!”

Kim cackled, “You’re evil—I love it. Let’s do it.”

Now, at the final concert venue, Y/N sat in a tucked-away room, makeup artist dabbing at her face, stylist fussing with her outfit—a sparkly number that screamed “I’m back, losers!” She was still a little shaky, but her spirit was ablaze. “They’re gonna cry harder than when they thought I ditched them,” she snickered, peering at her reflection. “Perfect—time to ruin their day in the best way.”

Her makeup artist grinned, “They’ve got no clue—you’re a menace.”

“It’s my love language,” Y/N shot back, stretching her voice with a soft hum. She waited for her cue—two songs from the end—heart pounding with mischief. The boys, oblivious robots on stage, had no idea their Sleeping Beauty was about to wake up and wreck their world.

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The boys was mid-“Super” performance, tearing up the stage—Seungcheol belting, Hoshi roaring, Mingyu flexing —when the music screeched to a halt. Lights snapped off, plunging the arena into dark chaos. Carats gasped, the boys froze mid-step, and confusion erupted.

“What the—?!” Seungcheol barked, spinning around. “Did the sound guy fall asleep?!”

“Hyung, what’s happening?!” DK yelped, clutching Mingyu’s arm. “Are the lights gonna spark? What if the stage catches fire?! Carats are out there!”

“Calm down, it’s not a disaster movie!” Mingyu hissed, though he looked spooked too. “But seriously, what’s up? Are we cursed now?!”

A staff member bolted onstage, flustered, whispering to Seungcheol, “Technical glitch—backstage, now!” His panic was contagious, and the boys stumbled off, muttering.

“Technical glitch my foot!” Hoshi grumbled, tripping over a cable. “This better not be Hoshi sabotage—I’m too pretty to die in a spark shower!”

Backstage, they piled into a room, sweaty and jittery. “Okay, someone explain!” Seungcheol snapped, pacing like a caged lion. “What’s broken? The fans—Carats—what happens to them?!”

DK flopped onto a couch, dramatic. “First Y/N, now this? The universe hates us!”

“Maybe it’s a sign,” Jun muttered, half-serious. “She’s punishing us from her coma…”

“Don’t say that!” Seungkwan whacked him, eyes wide. “She’s just sleeping—don’t jinx it!”

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Meanwhile, in a hidden room, Y/N was a one-woman hurricane—twirling in her sparkly pink cocktail dress, chaotically “dancing” to no music. Manager Kim grabbed her shoulders, “Y/N, sit down! You’re still recovering—doctor said no dancing!”

She cackled, spinning out of his grip. “Relax, oppa! I could dance Maestro backward and Aju Nice upside down! I’m back—deal with it!”

“You’re a menace,” Kim groaned, throwing up his hands. “Fine, but if you collapse, I’m not carrying you!”

“Pfft, I’d make you anyway,” she shot back, winking. A staff member peeked in, signaling—showtime. Y/N tiptoed out, giggling, “Time to ruin their night—let’s go!” The hall was pitch-black, staff bustling onstage “fixing” things, Carats whispering in confusion. Y/N slipped into position—center stage, mic in hand—unseen, a pink shadow in the dark.

A minute ticked by, staff scurried off, and then—her song kicked in, soft and haunting from her album. She sang, voice ringing clear, and the lights flared up, spotlight pinning her in all her glittery glory. Carats lost it—screams shook the roof, “Y/N! Y/N!” echoing like a tidal wave.

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Backstage, the boys were a mess. Seungcheol ranted, “These technicians—do they even test stuff?! We’re mid-tour, and now we’re stuck in a blackout—Carats deserve better!”

“Coups, chill,” Joshua tried, but Seungcheol spun on him.

“Chill?! What if this cuts the show short? Fans paid for this!”

Minghao slumped, “Maybe it’s just bad wiring… or Y/N’s ghost…”

“She’s not a ghost!” Wonwoo snapped, glasses slipping. “But yeah, this sucks…”

Then—the screams hit. Not panic—pure joy. The boys froze as “Y/N! Y/N!” chants roared through the walls, followed by her voice—live, singing her solo track. Seungcheol stopped pacing, “Wait… that’s—?!”

DK bolted upright, “Her song?! Is this a prank?!”

Hoshi peeked out the door—no one there. “That’s her voice—live! She’s here?!”

They locked eyes, disbelief morphing to glee. “She’s awake!” Seungkwan shrieked, and they tore out, sprinting to the stage like kids on sugar.

There she was—Y/N, mid-stage, pink dress twinkling, belting her heart out. Smiles cracked their faces, and restraint vanished. Hoshi led the charge, “Y/N-IE!”—and they swarmed her, a 13-man pile-on. The mic flew from her hand, clattering as she laughed, buried under hugs.

“You’re back! You’re alive!” DK wailed, squeezing her like a teddy bear.

“Our princess—our chaos queen!” Seungkwan yelled, jumping.

“I knew you’d wake up!” Mingyu sobbed, nearly lifting her off the ground.

“Never scare us like that again!” Seungcheol roared, ruffling her hair, tears streaking.

Wonwoo grinned, glasses fogged, “You owe me a book talk—don’t forget!”

Jun laughed, “Prank’s on us now, huh? You win!”

Minghao spun her gently, “Dance battle’s back on—you’re mine!”

Y/N shoved them off, cackling, snatching her mic. “Eww, get off me, you sweaty dorks! I’m a princess—can’t you see I’m mid-concert?! You’re crashing my stage like sasaengs—out!” She waved them away, dramatic, but her grin was pure sunshine.

“Crashing?!” Hoshi yelped, clutching her arm. “We’re your VIPs! We’re staying!”

“Yeah, good luck kicking us off!” Dino taunted, hopping around her.

“You’re back—that’s all that matters!” Vernon laughed, filming the chaos.

“I’ll allow it,” she smirked, then faced the crowd, “Carats, say hi to my annoying members—they missed me too much to stay away!” The arena erupted, fans screaming as the boys bounced like overexcited puppies.

“We’re never letting you out of sight again!” Jeonghan declared, slinging an arm around her.

“Try it—I’ll hide with 13 more standees!” she fired back, and they groaned, laughing.

The concert rolled on, Y/N finishing her song with 13 giddy shadows behind her, their chaos queen reclaimed—pink dress and all.

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Y/N barely got through her solo song before Seventeen turned it into a hug-fest. She’d belt a line—“I’m shining bright, oh yeah!”—and DK would snatch her into a bear hug, “You’re back, my sunshine!” She’d wiggle free, hit another note, only for Mingyu to swoop in, “Never leaving you again!”—lifting her off her feet. Seungkwan dove next, “My turn, you pink gremlin!”—and she’d screech, “Let me sing, you dorks!” The mic became a hot potato, bouncing between her and the floor as Carats howled with laughter.

The staff finally intervened, rushing onstage like zookeepers. “Y/N, off—now!” one barked, grabbing her arm. “Doctor’s orders—no overdoing it!”

“What?! I’m fine!” she protested, flailing as they dragged her off. “I just sang three lines—let me live!”

Manager Kim loomed backstage, arms crossed, “You just got out of a coma—no dancing, no chaos! You’re watching, not performing!”

“Boo, you’re no fun!” Y/N pouted, plopping onto a chair, legs kicking. “Fine, let the boys sweat it out—I’ll be the princess in the back!”

The boys took the stage, powering through their set—Super, Clap, Hot—sweat flying, smiles plastered for Carats. Y/N watched, smirking, plotting. “They think I’m done? Cute,” she muttered, eyeing the encore like a hawk.

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The final encore hit—Aju Nice—and the boys were jumps, Carats waving lightsticks, when Y/N decided rules were optional. She bolted from backstage, pink dress glittering, and leapt onto the stage like a caffeinated bunny. “Surprise, losers—I’m back!” she yelled, jumping, spinning, and running laps around them.

Seungcheol’s jaw dropped, “Y/N, what are you doing?! Sit down!” He lunged to grab her, but she dodged, cackling.

“No way, Cheol-oppa—I’m alive, let me jump!” She hopped like a kangaroo, mic in hand, belting off-key, “Oneul nan maryaaAaaAA!!!

DK flailed, “You’re gonna collapse! Stop it!” He chased her, arms out, but she zigzagged, giggling.

“Catch me if you can, slowpoke!” she taunted, darting past Mingyu, who yelped, “Y/N-ah, the doctor’s gonna kill us!”

Woozi groaned, still singing, “Someone get her—she’s a liability!”

But Hoshi? Hoshi was her chaos soulmate. He grinned, “That’s my girl—let’s go!” He joined her, leaping like a tiger on a trampoline, “Jump with me, Y/N-ie!”

“Hoshi oppa, you’re the best!” she cheered, and they bounced together, a pink tornado of madness. Carats screamed louder, loving the anarchy.

Seungcheol roared, “Hoshi, don’t encourage her! She’s fragile!”

“Fragile?!” Y/N spun, mock-offended. “I survived a car flip—I’m invincible! Watch this!” She attempted a backflip, wobbled, and Jun caught her mid-stumble, “Nice try, princess—stick to jumping!”

“I’m helping!” Hoshi argued, hopping beside her. “She’s happier this way!”

Minghao sighed, “You’re both gonna end up in casts…”—but he couldn’t hide his grin.

Vernon filmed, laughing, “This is gold—Y/N’s back, and we’re doomed!”

Seungkwan tackled her into a hug, “Stop moving, you pink disaster—I missed you too much to lose you again!”

“Get off, I’m mid-performance!” she squawked, shoving him, only for Joshua to scoop her up, “Time out, chaos queen—sing, don’t sprint!”

“Put me down, Shua-oppa—I’m the encore star!” she flailed, kicking, as Wonwoo chuckled, “You’re starring in a hospital sequel if you keep this up!”

The staff hovered, panicked, but Manager Kim threw up his hands backstage, “She’s unstoppable—let her have it!”

Y/N broke free, grabbed her mic, and belted the final note—“Oneul nan maryaAa!!!”—jumping one last time before collapsing into Hoshi’s arms, laughing. “Told you I’m fine!”

“You’re insane!” Seungcheol yelled, but his smile betrayed him as they swarmed her again, a sweaty, giggling mess.

Carats chanted her name, the boys half-scolding, half-celebrating, and Hoshi high-fived her, “Best encore ever—let’s do it again tomorrow!”

“Over my dead body!” Kim shouted from the wings, and Y/N just winked, “Too late, oppa—I’m back!”

[kwanniverse]

home is where seventeen is

[you as seventeen's 14th female member series]

relationship: platonic genre(s): fluff, humour warning(s): none word count: ~1.4k

SPECIAL EPILOGUE! part 1 | part 2 | part 3

said it was the last part but i had to gift yall something as an apology for the super late upload! this is just pure fun and happiness that shows the relationship with her and seventeen, and her gaining back her happiness because home is where seventeen is<3

in woozi's universe factory

"yah! stop eating the snacks—we're recording!" you froze mid-crunch, chip halfway to your mouth, caught like a deer in woozi's judgmental studio glare. "they were staring at me," you said, solemnly, holding the bag up like it had pleaded for rescue. "i had no choice." "you had every choice," woozi groaned through the intercom. "you chose violence. again." hoshi collapsed next to you, laughter spilling out like glitter. "she's too powerful. even the chips respect her." dokyeom clutched his chest. "you betrayed our sacred recording booth for snacks?" "they were sour cream and onion," you said, unfazed. "oh. valid."

jeonghan tried to steal one, but seungkwan had already taken three and was screeching, "MINE! I CLAIMED THEM FIRST," as they began physically wrestling under the studio desk. vernon, in the corner, headphones on, watched a frog documentary for the third time this week. mingyu entered with a blackened waffle on a fork. "the toaster attacked me again." jun stared. "how is it both frozen and burnt?"

"i wanted it... extra toasty," mingyu mumbled. "you exorcised it." "why does this always happen when she's here?" seungcheol whispered, pinching his nose. minghao entered, took in the chaos, and turned around.

"nope."

in the practice room

dance practice with them was like choreographing a hurricane. hoshi was shouting counts, seungkwan was mid-rant about a ripped sock, and you had just slipped on someone's water bottle. "who leaves a bottle open on the floor?!" "freedom," chan said, picking it up.

hoshi demonstrated a turn-spin-jump combo, shouted "got it?" and fell dramatically onto the ground. "hoshi hyung, the floor again?" "it’s jealous of my energy," he wheezed.

"you tripped on air."

"it was intense air."

woozi paused the music. "one more mistake and i’m chaining you all to the beat." "that sounds like a new genre," you offered. "prison pop." "it already exists. it's called being in a group with you," minghao muttered. all of you fake gasps, and minghao just returns the favour with judgemental, and when i mean judgemental, i mean judgemental stares.

dorm life

living with thirteen boys meant every day was unpredictable.

there was a toothpaste war. jeonghan blamed mingyu. mingyu blamed gravity. you found toothpaste in your sock. "i'm innocent!" mingyu cried. "you squeezed it from the middle," jeonghan hissed. "like a criminal."

seungkwan screamed because dokyeom microwaved foil. again. "IT SPARKED," dokyeom shouted. "because it's metal! this is why we can’t have appliances!" joshua, sipping tea, whispered, "i tried. i truly did."

your room had become a plushie jungle. courtesy of seungcheol, who gave you one every time he missed you. teddy bears, countless teddy ears, rabbits, ducks, cats, dogs, even plushies of each seventeen member that looked scarily too real filled up your bed, a life sized cut-board standee of you next to the door, as if guarding it, more teddy bears and did i mention teddy bears? now a terrifyingly muscular dinosaur named "dinosaur" sat beside your bed. (in vernon's defense you said you wanted a unique name) chan gifted you a screaming frog toy. "its name is boonboo," he said.

"why boonboo?"

"because it screams like seungkwan."

"i do not scream—" seungkwan screamed.

thirteen chaotic members, but they were your chaos

seungcheol pulled you aside one night. ramen between you, hearts wide open. "you make us better," he said. "you made me softer. stronger. more annoying." "thanks, dad." he sniffled. "my proudest daughter."

jeonghan started a prank war. he hid alarm clocks in your walls that gave you a headache for an hour. you replaced his shampoo with green hair dye. he filled your shoes with whipped cream. it escalated until the manager banned all “revenge plotting within 10 feet of shared oxygen.”

joshua tried to teach you guitar. you broke a string. then another. "...maybe percussion?" he offered gently. you played offkey on the piano. you hit too hard on a cajon you whined in pain. he just smiled and said, “maybe you’re better at… triangle.”

jun dragged you into a viral dance challenge. you tripped. he posted it. 3 million views. "we're legends," he said. "we're memes." "we're icons." he argued. "we're memes." you corrected. "same thing."

hoshi made you tiger roar before every show. "this is so cringe." "you're not in the moment yet, just keep doing it every day and you can be my partner in crime." he giggles, lifting your tired hand back to the "horanghae" sign. you stuck out your tongue.

wonwoo left you books with sticky notes: "this part has dragons. you're the dragon." "what?" "nothing." you raise and eyebrow and he covers his face with a book, only for you to cross your arms akimbo, huffing, "so you read upside down now?"

woozi let you into his studio. you hummed off-key. he rolled his eyes but saved the file. "you're chaos," he muttered. "i'm your chaos." "unfortunately." "lowkey my whistle was good." you challenge, and he replays the track. he rolled his eyes. “fine. it works. you chaotic genius.”

minghao took you to museums on your days off. you stared at a blank canvas. “what does it mean?” you asked. “it reminds me of your brain sometimes.” you hit him with a brochure.

mingyu tried baking cookies. they became bricks. cold, hard, yet burnt? "how does one do that..." you mumble under your breath, patting his back as he cried. you painted eyes on them and from that day, always gave stupid excuses to avoid eating his cookies.

dokyeom sang lullabies. one night, he used "baby shark." it worked. now it's a tradition. sometimes you join, although i guess voice cracks were way more often late at night. "i think you should leave the sharks alone." he chuckled, as you chuck a pillow at him, and a pillow fight occurs.

seungkwan forced you to try teas. "this one's for emotional balance." "it tastes like dirt and betrayal." "you’re welcome." the next one was worse. “this one helps sadness.” you gave a skeptical eye but he flashed you a cheeky smile and practically shoved it in your hands to drink anyway. “it tastes like feet.” you gag. “that means it’s working, wait how do you know how feet tastes like?”

vernon handed you headphones. "block the idiots." "you’re an idiot too." "i know." he shoots a thumbs up and you sigh. "is that your default pose?" you frown. "no, you just never asked."

chan let you choreograph an intro. it became everyone's favourite part. "told you you’re a star," he said. you smiled, brightly, and so did everyone else. you were a star. their star.

on stage, together

the lights dimmed. the fans screamed. and you stood in the middle of it all—between the boys who broke your heart and then fought like hell to mend it. you sang. you danced. you smiled like the past didn’t weigh you down anymore.

hoshi spun you mid-dance like a princess. jun winked at the camera. mingyu almost tripped but you caught him this time. woozi gave you a discreet thumbs-up mid-chorus. minghao nodded at you from the shadows. seungkwan sent about 14 diff variations of hearts. dino blew kisses. seungcheol smiled with the softness of someone who had almost lost everything.

you ended the song in perfect sync, the final note ringing through the air like a ribbon tied around everything you'd survived. as the music faded, you turned—and they were all there.

smiling. proud. whole.

the 14 of you hit that final pose like it was written in your blood. the fans screamed. you smiled. behind you, they reached out, linked hands, hearts wide open.

you grinned so wide it hurt.

“one more time?” you asked, catching your breath.

“always,” seungcheol said.

home is where seventeen is

home wasn’t a building. it wasn’t the practice room. it wasn’t the stage. it wasn’t even the dorm with fourteen toothbrushes and burnt waffles and people falling over air.

it was them.

their chaos. their laughter. their voices yelling over each other. the group chat with 2,605 unread messages titled “14 idiots 1 soul.” it was the arms you ran back to. and the hearts that never stopped waiting for you.

it was laughter. forgiveness. chaos. second chances.

13 boys who were your forever, even when they got it wrong the first time.

home was a second chance.

and you?

you were finally, ridiculously, overwhelmingly happy.

you weren’t just back.

you were home.

[serxa]

THE PRINCE HAS TO LEARN THE HARD WAY — PART 2 — ELEVEN

PART 1 PART 3

Word count: 2.2k

Summary: Telemachus' first day with his trainer, Y/n, in the market, after Penelope made him take a short term job to pay his debts of favors.

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Telemachus

Warnings: None

𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐒' 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐘, he walked around the still empty market, where people were just setting up their stands. It was early on the morning, where the sun was still rising. They agreed that he would start early in the morning for his first few days to see if he can handle opening the shop with out without Y/n.

Telemachus walked over to Y/n who was waiting for him in the entrance of the market. "Telemachus?" She said softly as she walked towards him. Telemachus flinched a bit and blinked a couple of times before realizing it was the same girl from yesterday.

"Uh.. Yeah.. Uh.. So.. You're?" He waited for her to say her name. "Y/n." Telemachus nodded and rubbed the nape of his neck. It's always a gesture he does when he's shy. "So.. How do we start?" He asked, adjusting his cheap tunic. He wasn't used wearing these, but he loved them already because of its sot fabric. He'd prefer wearing this as sleep wear than his normal sleep wear.

"We just open up the shop first." She said as she gestured for him to follow. He followed obediently and watched as Y/n fixes he standee up. "So, all you need to know is be careful." She warned, which made Telemachus' shoulders say in embarrassment after he remembered what happened yesterday.

"But I'll teach you the basics later, we need to set up the already made artifacts." She says as she brought out a box. She pulled out a the same glass and clay animals that Telemachus saw from yesterday, that were covered with plastic to prevent the glass breaking easily.

She took the plastic off and he admired the little glass swan that she was holding. "Mostly the best sellers are in front. So.." She took a pencil and a scroll to read their sales.

"The clay and glass animals up front." Y/n said softly. "Me and my family are still saving up for a glass case for these so accidents won't happen anymore." She explained as she checked off a few sales and dates of past openings.

"... Uh.. Where's the animals?" Telemachus asked, actually determined to work. "It's all in this box." She pointed at the box nearby where she took the glass swan. He walked over and started to place the animals one by one on the shelves.

While doing so, he looked over at Y/n who was preparing the clay for the pottery, and her station. She, unlike other girls her age, was wearing a long sleeved top, that was folded till her elbows just like her father, and a tunic underneath. Of course, a job like this is really messy, so she had aprons hung near her station.

"Done over there?" She asked as she tied her hair up. Telemachus quickly fixed the others and put the box down. "Yup.." He said as he looked around her station. "You have to wear uniform." She handed the same long sleeves top she was wearing and an apron.

She started to put hers on while Telemachus put his top on. Once Telemachus was in his uniform, he rolled the sleeves till his elbows also. He looked at Y/n who was starting to make a small vase.

"Come here.." She patted a seat next to her as she put a small blob of clay on the spinning tray. Telemachus sat next to her, in front of his own spinning tray. There was a small step he had to continuously step on for the tray to keep spinning.

"The clay is over there." She pointed at a pot. "I'll teach you the basics first before we try and make a few animals." She smiled softly, showing Telemachus not to be worried. He smiled back and quickly took the same amount of clay she had.

Once they started to try and shape the clay, Telemachus was having a bit of a hard time, especially this was the first time he tried to do pottery.

"Just keep your hands steady.." Y/n said as she leaned over Telemachus shoulder, watching him. "Uh.." His hands wobbled a bit, making the case appear wobbly too. "Can I help you? I'll just hold your hands steady, that's it." Y/n asked for permission, holding her clay filled hands also. "Uh.. Y-Yeah, sure.. Just.. Show me how to do it too."

Y/n held Telemachus' hands and held them still, shaping the case a bit more better. "There.. Keep it like that." She constructed. After a bit, it was time for shaping the case, which Telemachus dreaded since he knows if he makes one mistake, it's hard to fix.

He sighed and watched at Y/n demonstrated him how to do it. He followed her movement and slowly but steadily, shaped his vase perfectly. He smiled and celebrated when Y/n clapped her hands softly. "There you go!" She praised him, making him feel jittery. He looked at his vase, which was still up for fixing, because of its shape, but it was amazing for someone with no experience in pottery.

Telemachus felt so proud of himself. "Alright, now we let this air dry before we paint and put it in the kiln." Y/n said softly as she washed her hands. Telemachus walked over also and waited for her to finish. When she finished, he started to wash his hands also.

"Now, when you're tending the shop.." She started as she started placing a few teapots, pitchers and vases on a different shelf. "You have a small scroll and pencil where you write how much you have sold. So if you managed to sell a small teapot, that will be based on your performance. If you do a low performance, the more you stay here. As, what your mom said." She explained, fixing her hair up since it was slowly falling from its ponytail because of her moving so much.

He sighed and quickly nodded as he dried his hands on his handkerchief, trying to steady himself. He wasn't sure why he felt this way. Maybe it's the way Y/n's hair is beautifully shining in the early morning sun, or how she's so skilled with making pottery that she could easily make a huge vase in 10 minutes, or maybe how her uniform draped down her body.

He quickly turned his gaze away, looking at his own scroll. "Maybe he first customer, you serve them." Y/n smiled softly. "Around a quarter of 10, there's a lot of people here in the market skeeming." She explained. "Uh.. How do I.. Like.. Serve them?" Telemachus asked, making eye contact with Y/n. "If they seem interested, ask if hey are, ask why they find it nice, and try and offer it by saying it's price." She said, crossing her arms as she looked at the others making and fixing their standee's.

"You settling in, Telemachus?" A voice came from behind them. They turned around and saw Y/n's father who was in his uniform also. "Oh- uh.. Yes, I am, sir." Telemachus mumbled, suddenly feeling small in the presence of your father. "No need to be scared. We're not all too mad.." He reassured Telemachus. He just nodded and smiled at Y/n's father.

"Is she doing well with teaching you how to work here?" Her father said gruffly as he turned around, looking at the drying vases. "Yeah, she's a lot of help." He said as he looked over at Y/n, who was starting to paint a few of her dried clay animals, her hands precise with the strokes and lines, and her eyes copying of the color of the animals really well.

"Alright, you two do some work. I'll be at the back." Y/n's father say again before disappearing to that back. Telemachus rested his head on he palm of his hand as he watched the others still preparing for the day. "So.." He started the conversation, glancing at Y/n. She hummed, looking over at Telemachus. "Yes?" She asked as she blinked, her eyelashes following with her eyelids.

"... I'm... Bored. Tell me a few about your self." He asked, not knowing where his boldness came from, but also showing that he's genuinely interested. "Uh.. Well, what do you want to know?" She asked, leaning against the table where he was.

"Well.. When did this shop ever open up?" He asked as he tapped on the table on random intervals. "Well, even when I was still an infant, this shop was old and running." I said softly. "My grandparents were the first to operate this." I explained, looking around the shop. "That's nice." He said softly, staring as her attention was off him, taking his time to look at her features more closely.

He immediately looked away when she looked back and smiled innocently when he glanced over. Y/n cocked one of her eyebrows up in confusion, before turning her attention back to the clay animal she was painting. Telemachus knew it was going to be a long day ahead of him, so he took one final stretch before he ready himself for a sea of customers coming later. For now, he just took his time watching Y/n's precise strokes on her work.

He looked at her scroll that was on the table and it showed there how much the different works of art were worth. He immediately jetted it down on his own scroll before the rush of customers would crash into the market. As he wrote it down, Y/n glanced over and smiled to herself he she saw Telemachus looking determined while memorizing and looking at the items, like he was trying to remember and memorize their prices.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

When Telemachus had a lot of sales, and asked Y/n for some help with some. At the end of his shift, he managed to fill his scroll with how many people he had helped and how many stiff he had sold by his persuasion, and mostly people bought there just because he was the prince of the kingdom where they lived.

Once they were about to close, Y/n took the same box she had asked Telemachus to unpack earlier morning. "Telemachus, tidy up all the things, I'll go clean the disks." I said, pointing at the trays where they made pottery. "Yes yes, go ahead. I promise I'll be careful." Telemachus said softly as he started to wrap the animals back in the plastic and place them inside the box.

As Y/n walked over tot eh sink, washing up the tray, she looked over at Telemachus. "Could you turn the open sign to closed?" She asked before turning her attention back tot he tray. Telemachus quickly turned it over and continued to do his job, wrapping the glass and clay animals, teapots, cupd, pitchers and vases in the designated boxes.

"Y/n.." He called out. Him and her haven't really talk as much, unless it's about work. So he really wanted to get to know Y/n, especially when she's really intriguing because of her talent.

"Yes?" She looked up as she dried the trays. "I'm done.." He placed the boxes under the table. "That's good. You could clock out now, I'll just clean around here." She said softly. "I can help." He suddenly suggested making Y/n perk up. "Really?" She made sure as she looked over at Telemachus, who nodded excitedly. For some reason, he's so excited to be talking to Y/n. "Uh-.. Alright.." Y/n gave him a wet towel, and pointed at the tables. "You clean them, I'll close the shutters and stuff."

She walked over to the entance and pulled down the shutters while Telemachus started scrubbing the tables, sweat from his forehead he didn't wipe earlier was now threatening to fall off his forehead. "You're sweaty." Y/n said softly, handing him his dry handkerchief.

Telemachus thanked her sorted before wiping his face, especially forhead to clean his sweat. Once Telemachus finished on the front counter, he walked over to the lottery station and started to clean there also. "Done." He murmured, giving the dirty damp towel back to her. She put it on the sink and stretched. "Alright, everything's fixed. You can clock out now." She pointed at the exit. He nodded and yawned a bit as he took his apron off.

"Sleepy?" Y/n smirkef softly as she also took her apron and long sleeves top off. "Yeah.. I am." Telemachus chuckled a bit, taking off his uniform and fixing his tousled hair. "Here, I'll get these." I took the dirty uniforms and compiled them in a small basket. "I can get them cleaned by tomorrow, don't worry." She reassured. Telemachus nodded once again and just stared at Y/n. "I'll uh.. Clock out now." He pointed at the exit.

"Yes yes, stay safe." She said softly, which made something flutter in Telemachus' stomach, which he immediately dismissed, not wanting to admit he's taking an interest to her. "Don't forget to close the shutters on the way out." She said, adjusting her tunic. "Bye.." Telemachus said, before turning around and walking out. "Goodnight, Y/n." He said softly.

"... Goodnight Telemachus." She smiled softly. Gosh that smile, how the God's really spent their time blessing her, Telemachus thought.

THERE'S A PART 3, I'M JUST SO LAZY

[ailawritesfics]

✎cw: 18+ minors dni, voyeurism(shigaraki watches), unprotected sex, slight exhibitionism(dabi leaves the door open), fem bodied reader

Thinking about Dabi fucking you in Shigaraki's room.

And he does it just to spite Shigaraki.

You've both just returned after a long day of finishing grueling tasks assigned by the man whose room you're about to ruin, pushing past the others and stepping into the closest bedroom. Dabi's lips are on yours, rough hands already on your body as he guides you inside, neglecting to shut the door in his haste to have you, to embrace you.

You could barely breathe in between his kisses, and in the corner of your eyes you see the chipped wooden door left ajar but you're too far in the room to reach it. You know Dabi left it open on purpose. You know he brought you to Shigaraki's room on purpose, too, but right now you were too fueled by your desire to care.

The back of your legs hit the mattress, and you cling to him when he lays you on the bed. Holding you close to him, bodies pressing against each other as his lips press on yours again and again, desperate for each other's touch. You rake your fingers over his scalp and wrap your other arm around his neck, pressing deeper into the kiss.

He groans at the feeling of your hands on his body, and in the way your lips moved in sync with his. The weight of his body keeps you in place, and as he pulls back, you stare at each other for a moment, panting heavily.

You can feel his breath on your face, and the way his eyes stare into your own, a telepathic way of expressing his desires, and it sends shivers down your spine. In the way he looks at you, drinking in your similarly flushed expression, he almost looks desperate.

Dabi leans down to press his lips on your jaw, lingering a few seconds too long, hips deliciously grinding against yours, eliciting a moan from you at the feeling of his bulge rubbing over your clothed cunt.

"This is Shigaraki's room," You breathe out while your fingers thread through his hair, tilting your head to the side, eyeing the haphazardly displayed figurines and alarming amount of knock-off merch perched on shelves and drawers and the two screen monitor by the corner.

Shigaraki's room was as familiar to you as your own by now, you've nearly memorized which standee goes where and who it stands next to and it's all because of how much Dabi loves to bring you to the boss' room and fuck you dumb on the unmade bed.

"He'll scold us if he finds us in here again.”

Dabi's response is a chuckle, not really caring about the consequences.

"Let him. I don't care," He plants a kiss on the corner of your lips, smirking while he drags his hand down to your hips. "Besides, when has his scolding ever stopped us?”

His lips are on yours once more, kissing you once, then twice, tasting the flavor of your favorite lip gloss. His hands tug at the hem of your shirt, pulling it up and over your head, tossing the article of clothing to a corner of the room alongside his own shirt.

Soon the raven was fiddling with your lower garments, trying to tug it off you.

“Someone's in a rush.” You tease him, lifting your hips just enough to help him take off the rest of your clothes, leaving you in only your bra.

“You've been teasing me all day, doll. You're lucky I didn't drag you down an alley and fucked you there on a dumpster.” Dabi unbuckles his belt, tossing it aside. Cerulean eyes rake over your body, enjoying the view all while his hands slowly drag down your abdomen, moving lower and lower.

A moan slips past your lips when he pushes two fingers into you, and his thumb draws circles on your clit.

“Just fuck me already.”

Shigaraki immediately knew what was happening when he saw the door to his room left ajar. For the third time this week you and Dabi have once again found yourselves in his room to fuck and he's almost had it with the two of you. Approaching the door with heavy footsteps and a goal in mind to scold the two of you, his hand halts on the knob when he hears your moans accompanied by the rhythmic sound of skin slapping and the sound of his bed frame creaking and hitting the wall.

Peeking through the gap, he sucks in a breath seeing the sight before him. Your body laid on his bed while Dabi thrusts into you roughly, he had to wipe the drool on the corner of his lips, wishing he was the one in the burnt man’s place. He can feel himself straining in his pants, mentally scolding himself for how his body is reacting.

He had tried to keep the two of you busy and occupied with completing missions but you both still somehow find yourselves fucking in his room upon returning to the hideout.

With a shout of your names, he shoves the door open with a scowl. "You two have your own room. Stop fucking in mine.”

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

twst multi-charms, art book, bday lottery, oh my!

***Please note:*** Sharing merch images + news is not intended to encourage and/or to pressure anyone into making purchases. It is up to the individual consumer to be informed and to choose how they spend their money.

More collaboration items with MAYLA! These look like hair accessories, but actually they're charms. Each dorm's charm features their emblem and a key in the associated dorm's color. There's also a different bow style and patterns for each dorm!

There are now sample images out for the 4th edition of the Twisted Wonderland Official Visual Book series. This volume will feature the high res. artwork of later event cards, including Sam's New Year Sale, Harveston Sledathon, A Firelit Sky, Vargas Camp, and Glorious Masquerade.

A bunch of birthday themed items will be featured in a Sega lottery (yes, more gacha unfortunately). Some things you could pull are:

Stickers

Pop-up birthday cards

Acrylic standees

Card sleeves…? (I believe that’s what they’re called??)

Rings (each has a character's name in the design) we literally just got rings as merch a few days ago and now MORE?? 😭

Cloth tapestries

Vol. 1 features characters from Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw, and Pomefiore. Vol. 2 features characters from Octavinelle, Scarabia, Ignihyde, and Diasomnia.

And finally!! Idia's 1/8 scale figure will be on display at an exhibition. We had previously already seen the design. Now Yana and team are working on designing the Malleus 1/8 scale figure. More details to come at a later date!

[deadtired-highkeyenergetic]

A Quiet Love

Sorry for the lack of updates. Been very busy with schoolwork and fell sick today. Still, here's my latest need to cuddle with Astarion.

Oh I also went to Anime Impulse at Seattle and gosh that was fun. Bought an Astarion print and a standee to start my Astarion shrine in my cupboard, bought a wooden magnet carving of a rly cute egg sushi, bought some stuff for my friends back home too.

Summary: You have a nightmare and Astarion chases it away in his own way.

Ragged breaths tear through you as you run through the trees, clutching your bleeding side with one hand and wiping away your sweat with the other. You can hear the shouts of your pursuers, hear the thundering hooves of the horses some of them are riding, all of which spur your feet onwards in spite of the screams from your muscles.

Your head spins and you nearly fall over. You won’t last long in this chase, they will catch and torture you before executing you in front of the whole town, exactly as the oracle had predicted. Still, if that is your destiny, you’re not about to just roll over and let them have you. If they want you, they are going to have to work for it.

You stumble in a zigzag pattern, darting in and out of your pursuers’ sight and hear their hollers of frustration, causing you to grin. Your pursuers are terrible at their job if they can’t even catch a wounded target. You nearly laugh out loud, stopped only by the blood that bubbles up your throat when you try.

Even so, they inevitably catch up to you. With how your vision keeps giving way, there is no other outcome, but you continue to be defiant, resisting their capture even as the black spots worm their way in.

“Come on, scared of injured prey?” You cough, sending a bloody grin their way. Your pursuers move closer, encircling you but they maintain their distance, much to your amusement. You can feel your lifeblood leaving your body, you won’t last much longer and yet they’re still so afraid of you.

Your fingers curl, ready to fight as hard as you can before they take you when a fireball incinerates half the pursuers, leaving nothing but blackened ash. A war cry follows suit, revealing a tiefling with one horn and a githyanki warrior charging into the fray swinging their weapons which takes out most of the remaining pursuers.

Your gaze flicks about the battlefield, looking for a particular pale elf but you don’t see him amidst the chaos of it all. One of your remaining pursuers, however, spots you and moves in from behind, gladius primed to strike but a dagger plunges into his neck before he gets the chance.

“You really need to watch your back more, my love. I can’t watch it for you forever.”

Your eyes light up when you see who it is, the urge to run over and jump into his arms tugging at your heart but all you can manage is a hasty stumble in his direction, a silent yelp leaving your lips as gravity pulls your body downwards, straight at the ground.

“Falling for me again?” A pair of cold arms wrap themselves around you, stopping your descent. You heave a relieved sigh, closing your eyes as you lean into the cooling embrace of your vampire lover, feeling your body give out without an adrenaline high to sustain it anymore.

“I will always fall for you,” you murmur tiredly. You feel your body sag against his, feel his panic as he realises you’re bleeding out all over the ground. His voice rises a pitch, sharp fingernails digging ever so slightly into your flesh and you want to comfort him, reassure him that you’re not going anywhere but your muscles refuse to move and you can’t do anything about it.

“Darling, stay with me. As tasty as you look leaking blood, you’re leaking too much blood.” He holds you close, trying to staunch the bleeding with one hand while the other haphazardly rummages through the bag for a healing potion.

“Too…much…? I thought…you’d…appreciate it…” You’re getting dizzier and dizzier, with more of your vision fading to black. His red eyes pierce the veil that’s being drawn over your eyes, willing you to stay awake but the pull of the void is too strong, you can’t hold on anymore.

“Well, you see love…love? Love!”

And the world turns black.

You wake up with a start, chest heaving and sweat running down your back.

A nightmare. A rather vivid one at that.

You pinch the bridge of your nose, willing your thundering heart to calm down before it can wake the trancing vampire next to you but his movements suggest that he has already woken up.

“Nightmare?” He murmurs quietly, his tone a far cry from his usual way of speaking.

“Hrm,” you reply, blood pounding in your ears. The world refocuses, showing you the vampire who is gazing at you with such concern in his eyes, his eyebrows creased in worry.

“I’m alright, Star. Just need to…get a breath of fresh air,” you wave him off. “Sorry for interrupting your trance.”

“I was about to head off for a hunt.” He pauses for a moment. “Would you like to come along, my dear?”

“That…sounds nice.” You rub your eyes, feeling his hand brush against yours. Giving his hand a squeeze, you push yourself up, wiping the night’s terrors away and step out into the cool fresh air, taking a deep breath. You hear him stop just behind you, his shoulder brushing against yours and you take his hand once more.

“I just need you,” you whisper, the words meant only for his ears. He nods, pressing closer to you and swallows the honeyed words that almost fall from his lips out of habit. What you need now is him, not the words his tongue can form, not the services he can provide.

You just need him.

It’s not something anyone else can provide, it’s something unique to him and something he’s comfortable with providing. If all you want is for him to sit by your side, he will happily do just that.

Astarion lets you lead the way, sitting on the steps next to you with a clear view of the city. He wants to know what your nightmare was about so that he can reassure you better, but watching you take in the city’s night lights with quiet awe, he decides that dredging up the past can wait and patiently sits next to you, exactly like he promised. He takes your hand, relishing in the way your fingers automatically curl around his hand.

“I’m right here, my love.” he says for no other reason than he wants to say it. You nod, squeezing his hand before resting your head on his shoulder, letting out a deep breath.

“Thank you,” you whisper. The quiet night beckons the words from your lips, the words you have yet to say to him and mean it with all your heart. You feel him slip an arm around your waist, pulling you closer and feel his lips ghost over your hair.

“I love you.”

[taamlok]

random details i've noticed:

corey is the one in the wolf mask at the beginning of the game, you can see his heterochromia

every single cardinal in the game has the glowy purple eyes

there are two colours of "magic": purple, which we see most often, and blue, which only appears inside the cabin (the lock symbols and when kat is playing with the knife)

there are notes about corey doing something scary and dylan temporarily breaking up with him, only to agree to get back together. she also has a bruise on her forehead when we see her at the bar

you can watch nora's car pull into the bar parking lot

the lock code also foreshadows the abyss. the eye for the paper birches, the leaves for the woods, the moon for nighttime and the sparkles for magic

there's a creepy bronze mask hanging above the front window of the cabin

according to flyer on the cork board as you enter the bar, dylan is running the ranch in 2022- alone

the corn husk doll can be found in 3 places: the cabin loft, on the ground outside near the cabin, and in a collapsed mine shaft near the beach

you can climb up on the roof of the movie palace! the ladder is over on the righthand side, near the clown standee. there's lots of stuff to look at up there, 2 unlockable achievements, and a sexy fantasy magazine that makes swann giggle and say "wow" lmao

[apomaro-mellow]

Matchmaking Harringtons 1

After a nice, hearty breakfast the Harrington family packed into the car and drove off to the mall for some shopping. They didn't have any set summer plans yet but that could always change. In fact, Steve's parents were formulating some schemes while he busied himself looking through a rack of shorts.

"He could always meet people on a cruise", Diane suggested.

"True, but Steve would need his own suite", Jonas said.

"Well we would've given him one anyway."

"What about a trip to Paris? The most romantic city in the world."

"And get his heart broken by one of those flighty Europeans? I think not", Diane vetoed.

Jonas shrugged. "It's a summer romance."

"There's a difference between a summer romance and a summer fling."

"....There is?"

"And besides, didn't we say we wanted him to get serious with someone?"

"True. A nice fella to settle down with", Jonas said, almost with a dreamy sigh as he thought about his son NOT being in the rumor mill for once.

"I didn't mean that serious", Diane said.

"Well all of this means nothing if we can't find anyone."

"Are you guys still talking about my love life? Which I remind you is none of your business?", Steve asked, chosen shorts in hand.

"Actually, we were talking about our love life", Jonas said before pulling his wife close and kissing her cheek.

It got the desired reaction from their son, a groan as he averted his eyes. After getting a couple of things to spruce up their wardrobe, Steve thought he could break free, but they truly planned to make a day of the trip.

His mom wanted some new sunglasses and his dad spent an inhuman amount of time searching for a new wallet. When he was younger, his parents rewarded his patience with an ice cream cone or something to that effect.

Now that he was older, he preferred other things. But his folks still knew his tells well, so it only took him glancing at the music store before Diane was leading them towards it.

"If we take a road trip, we need something to listen to. Pick something good."

She said this to both her husband and son, but Steve was the one moving, slowly towards a standee in the store.

"Holy...I can't believe it!"

"You like this guy?", Diane asked. The standee was of a man, with what must be their latest music in cassette form.

Steve looked at her like she was living under a rock. "Mom, you don't just 'like' Bon Jovi you...This", he picked up one of the cassette tapes, "Is something to be treasured."

"So you really like him."

"Not just him!", Steve said quickly, his face getting a little pink. "It's a whole band not just one guy."

While Steve was talking to his mother about what was apparently a well-liked music group, Jonas was having a moment of enlightenment. Because he saw the standee and then he saw the cashier. It was like the two of them were cut from the same cloth. Like they had the same mold.

Jonas wasn't crazy about the long hair and ripped jeans, but at least the t-shirt with the store's logo was clean. And he was wearing a nametag too. That showed some level of professionalism. He spent probably a little too long looking at him because the guy looked up as if he could feel eyes on him.

Jonas tried to meet his wife's gaze and bless her, she met his eyes right away. He sort of gave a nod towards the cashier and she looked, her lips widening into a smile as she regarded both the flesh and blood man and the one made out of cardboard. They were both thinking the same thing.

He's perfect.

Moving in sync, Diane kept Steve busy looking at other musical selections while Jonas stepped up to the counter.

"Sooo", Jonas started.

"Sooo, you ready to check out?", the cashier, Eddie said.

"I'm not actually purchasing just yet. But speaking of checking out...", Jonas turned slightly and to turn the attention to his son. "What do you think of him?"

"Umm..."

"He's a handsome fella, right?"

"Iiiis this entrapment?"

"Oh! Oh god no, don't worry, I'm his father."

"That doesn't make this any less awkward", Eddie said.

"Let me explain. My son...We want him to find someone special. And my wife and I think you might be a favorable suitor."

Eddie looked to Steve again, checking him out just a little. "And he's uh, you know, open to being courted? By someone like me?"

"Pretty open", Jonas nodded, keeping his voice low so their conversation remained as private as it could be in such a public place.

Eddie's hands were braced against the counter as he tilted his head and looked at Steve once again and Jonas could tell when someone was interested, even if they played for the other team.

"What the hell, I'll go for it."

"Perfect." Jonas beamed and moved away from the register.

After pretending to peruse for a bit more, Jonas sent Steve with some cash to buy the music they'd all picked out. He put an arm around his wife as they watched him approach Eddie.

"Well? Do I know how to pick 'em or what?"

"You got lucky", Diane said, annoyed but fond. "So, what's he like?"

"....I don't know."

"Jonas!", Diane hissed in a whisper and smacked his shoulder. "You sent our son to go flirt with a stranger and you don't even know what kind of man he is?"

"He looks like Steve's type. And he seemed nice. Has a stable job-"

"You're not a fan of the hair, are you?", Diane clocked her husband.

"It's a little lengthy. Not quite marriage material. But maybe he'll cut it before proposing."

"Who's talking about marriage?"

Jonas gave her a look. "He's a man now. And we said he needs to get serious."

"You'd let your son marry a bad boy?"

"You did", Jonas grinned.

Diane kissed his cheek. "You were barely a miscreant. And you mellowed out in your old age."

Jonas was about to say something back when Steve returned to them, music bought and bagged up.

"So uh, that cashier was somethin' huh?", Jonas said.

"What? Yeah, I guess."

While Steve was walking out of the store, Diane and Jonas shared a worried look. It had looked like he was having a fine talk with Eddie but maybe they had been mistaken. But even if they had miscalculated, they could still course correct.

Part 3

Tag Team

@tartarusknight

[strongbabe2907]

Here’s a little review of Zepp Haneda - Dir en grey Who is this hell for tour 2024

In the morning i took a wrong train and almost ended in Yokohama, lmao. In the end i was there around 10:40 and we got the merch tickets.

After that we met up with a few people and had some food. The cafe/bar we went too was blasting Dir all day and played their pvs inside too, it was surreal but very cute.

Visnu brought the art books and it was so cool to see them irl before she put them in the gift box🥰 everyone worked so hard!! Go check out #SilverCoinProject if you haven’t! I’m not an artist i send in some pictures hehe. There’s also a picture in there of my gifts.. maybe i’ll post them later on social media now i have given them.

So we walked around a bit and went to the torii my friend recommended, but they were doing construction work right around it so it was a bit noisy.

When it was time for merch we found out todays sticker was Kaoru!! I hoped a shiny but unfortunately just normal ones. Still cute.

I bought more merch for friends and some standees, did some trading with other japanese fans and some gift exchange 🥰 honestly everyone has been so nice and sweet.

We god dinner before the show and i started to get nervous again.. we split up waiting because we had different numbers and i was very focused on the counting haha.

I had 235 for vip which got me… 6th row maybe? Second barrier in zepp. Which was.. i had hoped for a bit closer but it is what it is.

Again i was between Kaoru and Kyo and looked at them most. Shinya wore his white outfit, Die also wore a white outfit. I think Toshiya was all black? He wore the shorts with something on top and dramatic separate sleeves.

Kaoru looked amazing! He was in all black. Black dress shirt with big collar. Wearing a small, wide black tie. His waistcoat thing and trousers/shorts were the same texture/print. The waistcoat was much more wide/baggy and shorter in the front and longer in the back. I think it had 2 rows of 3 buttons on it. The shorts were just passed his knees and veryy wide with big pockets on the sides. He wore black leggings with them again. Black dr martens and i think socks?

His hair was pulled back in a little ponytail and he had two strands loose in the front. One behind his ear and one just loose. He had the usual make up, little fangs, eyeliner and dark shading especially around his head. He was the only one that didn’t change for the encore.

Kyo wore the same simple outfit. I still couldn’t make out the tat very well, but thought i could discern some points to it.. Visnu later mentioned she thinks it’s either like a little star or a cross?

He wore low black doc martens this time.

His voice was just 💯from the start. They seemed more energetic/relaxed than the first show (which was still really good btw). He did some dancing (god he’s so tiny..) and moved around and took his earpieces out to listen to the crowd sing/shout. Closer to the end he pointed at two people, one right ahead of me. I think one of them had made a tattoo like him and he was smiling? Cute.

Also HELLOOO obscure was so awesome. It was the more recent version which i personally prefer. It was so cool!! And i mentioned this on twitter already but Kaoru didnt do much wahwah but he did grunt along with tsumi no kisei and was doing tough guy act to the crowd and singing along with a song (sorry cant remember which) for a long but, it was really cute. They switched sides once i think. My friends said there was almost a twin towers collision but i didnt see.

After the last song (Eddie), Kyo did a big smile and said ‘bye bye’ and he was off.

Shinya’s drumstick landed right next to my foot but i was busy looking at Kaoru😭😂🙈(he was also throwing stuff). Then girl next to me notices a tiny but before me and bend down to grab it, but it was fine i mosty found it funny i missed it cos i was going 👁️ at Kao.

Everyone but Kyo also threw a tour towel.. maybe shinya didnt? Im not sure. Toshiya was smiling and put his face in it before tossing it in the crowd lol. Kaoru also threw it near the front and Die tied a knot in it again and pitched it to the back of the venue lol.

So good live! Girls around me were lively but i was standing at a bit of a dead area in the crowd?? I liked both citta and zepp even though the vibes were different. (Citta was def more intense)

After the show we got the vip bags! They’re very cute. And now i try and recover a little before heading to Kyoto.

[alan-without-the-an]

Step 1: Get Floyd (objectively kinder to me) within 80 pulls

(uhhh you get the history results bc i accidentally skipped over the actual results when i got it bc i got too excited and forgor)

Step 2: Get Jade (objectively meaner to me) at 100 pulls.

(This means that every Jade SSR I have gotten so far have all came home at 100 pulls.... Dammit, Jade TT)

Also! Before I get into more spoilery stuff! I was wondering what the hell Mer-Form Standee meant in the update.

A-AND I THINK IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE A STAND-IN FOR THE OUTFITS??? 😭😭😭 BUT IT LOOKS SO FUCKING SILLY

HELP THEY LOOK SO STUPIF 😭😭

//cw spoilers for the recent book 7 update + tweel cards' lines under the cut

They're as dastardly as ever... I wanted to show their lines when they switch costumes too but I can't be bothered rn bc im on phone... JUST KNOW THAT JADE'S LINES MADE ME CRAZY!!!!! I'M 100100010822892% DRAWING THAT SHIT RAAAAAAAAAA

also bonus jade home screen line:

💀💀💀

fucked up dream!yuu confirmed....