#rt fanfictions

[neva-borne]

REWRITE THE STARS

When Katara stays behind in Ba Sing Se to help plan the invasion, she ends up running into a familiar face in the Upper Ring of the city. But Zuko insists he's changed and that he's not trying to capture Aang anymore. And the crazy thing is, Katara believes him. With everyone else on their own adventures for the time being, Katara finds herself spending more and more time with the exiled Fire Nation prince. Days begin to include nights, and she wonders how in the world she is going to explain things when her friends return, but before she gets a chance, Ba Sing Se falls to Azula's hand, Zuko is captured, and Aang is nearly killed.

Katara decides not to say anything until they can rescue Zuko, but a discovery made while hiding out in the Fire Nation might force her hand.

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Guys, I updated after nearly 2 years. I don't want to sound like I'm begging but I could really use some comments and encouragement to keep going since it's been so long 🥺

[strwbabydoll]

a bittersweet mafiarry multipart.

Namin’ The Stars After You - 3.2k. angst.

Harry’s known for being ruthless in the way he does his job, a day job out with his girlfriend takes a horrible turn.

Bigger Than The Whole Sky - 1.1k. angst.

summary: harry’s angry at the world, himself included and he makes it everyone’s problem but there might be a light coming in the middle of his storm

Golden Like Daylight - 1.2k. fluff, light angst.

Y/N’s alive but she’s not who she used to be, Harry has to deal with the aftermath.

[forlorn-crows]

Could you do 11 with Sunny and Cirrus please ❤️

#11 . . . in joy

Cirrus is drained, tired from her temples to her toes. The ride home had been full of nothing but bumps and chatter; Lucifer bless him, Mountain had tried to soothe her while her mate flitted about excitedly with Aeon and Aurora, practically sticking their faces to the bus windows while they perched on the skinny sofa, butts in the air and tails wagging in tandem. While the steady arm around her shoulders and the earth ghoul's calming scent was nice (even if it was overpowered with bright, citrusy excitement once they pulled into the abbey's long drive), Cirrus needs, more than anything, a long hot bath in solitude and semi-darkness.

It's all she's thinking about as they disembark. All she looks forward to as she drags her belongings in an oversized tote bag down the narrow steps, locating her luggage from one of the siblings sent out to help them and the rest of the crew unload. Just a nice, relaxing soak with some oils and bubbles, a glass of wine in the hand that's draped over the porcelain side.

The fantasy floats away the second she steps inside the vestibule and sees her through the small crowd of people. A curly copper head with warm brown horns bouncing up and down excitedly next to a certain quintessence ghoul's shoulder.

Sunshine.

Cirrus drops her bags next to a nearby pillar, hardly caring if her tote falls over and spills all its contents. All she cares about---Cumulus too, from the sounds of it---is getting that warm, beautiful girl of a ghoul back into her arms again.

Her gasp and subsequent squeal ring out over the din of the group, and the three of them barrel towards each other through the throng of people.

Cirrus reaches her first, Sunny practically crashing into her and jumping into her arms simultaneously.

"Cir!" she cries into her neck. "Oh I missed you so much!"

The taller ghoulette squeezes her tight. "Missed you too, sunbug. C'mere." Cirrus pulls back and cups Sunshine's face, pulling her into a kiss. She could nearly cry at the surge of joy and relief that floods her chest at the touch of her lips, slotting together like no time has passed.

She must linger a little too long, because Cumulus pipes up beside her. "Cirrrr," she whines impatiently. "Let me have a turn or I'm gonna explode!"

Sunshine laughs, as pretty as a windchime in a summer breeze. "There's plenty of me to go around, Lucy." She smiles wide and reaches for her, and Cumulus pulls her into a near bone-crushing hug. Sunny just squeals and laughs, soaking it all in.

Cirrus thinks she can forego the bath, at least for the moment, if it means she can bathe in Sunshine's warmth and love instead.

[kryptid-writes]

Chapter 11 - Desperate Times

In an act of sheer desperation, Y/N prays to the one man that is always listening.

(1.3k)

Sam’s head comes clean off with a swift slice to the neck, rolling to the floor with a sickening splat. His knees buckle as his body collapses on the ground, a pool of blood quickly forming around him. His wide, lifeless eyes stare at Dean, the pained look forever painted on his face.

“YOU SON OF A BITCH!” Dean yells with a strangled cry, his body pinned against the wall by an invisible force.

“Wait your turn,” Lucifer taunts, admiring his work with a twisted smile.

“I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU!” He shakes with anger.

Lucifer shakes his head and laughs like Dean had just told him the funniest joke.

“Sammy…” Dean whispers, unable to peel his eyes away from his mutilated brother. Tears stream down his cheeks, a look of horror and sadness pains his face.

“Now,” Lucifer steps over Sam with complete disregard for what he’s done. “you won't be getting off so easily.” He stops, just inches away from his face.

“I know what you’ve been doing with my lover,” he growls, his irises glowing their intimidating red color. He caresses his cheek with the knife, just teasing the skin.

“Did you think you could get away with it?” He presses the blade just above his cheekbone, leaving a deep gash.

Dean grits his teeth, refusing to show his pain to Lucifer.

“Did you really think she could ever love someone like you?” Lucifer seethes, his face twisting with anger. “She is mine!” He growls. His hand flys up to grasp Dean’s neck, squeezing with an unrelenting force.

Dean desperately gasps for air, his eyes bulging and face turns a cherry red. “FUCK… YOU!” He chokes out, spitting directly in his face.

Lucifer growls and wipes the spit from his face in disgust. Without a second thought, he plunges the blade deep into his chest, taking pleasure in the gush of blood splattering his face.

Dean lets out a strangled scream that’s cut off by him choking on his own blood. His eyes widen with horror before going slack. His head drops forward and his body hangs limply.

“Pity, the game was over so fast.” Lucifer frowns. He releases his hold on Dean and his body slumps to the ground, twisting in grotesque ways. He crouches to his knees, looming over the bloody scene. “But it was fun while it lasted.” He smiles, admiring the gruesome scene he created.

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“NO!” I shot up in my bed, screaming at the top of my lungs. Unrelenting tears stream down my face to the point my vision is completely blurred. My chest becomes tight, my breathing coming in more shallow until I’m full on hyperventilate. My wings curl around me, shaking.

After what feels like hours, I calm myself down enough to get a grip on reality and swallow down my panic. “They’re not dead. Not yet. I can feel it.” For once, my connection with Lucifer is a blessing rather than a curse. “There’s still time,” I reassure myself, calming my nerves.

Jumping out of bed, I grab the phone that Sam had given me for emergencies and dial his number with shaky hands .

“Pick up dammit. PICK UP!” I curse, pacing back and forth as the phone rings.

“It’s Sam, leave a message,” the answering machine says as if it were taunting me.

“We need to talk, NOW!” I leave a message, before disconnecting. I desperately dial Dean’s number, praying that he will pick up.

“This is Dean’s other, other cell, so you must know what to do.”

“We need to talk immediately! I’m serious, you’re in danger!” I yell into the phone, before disconnecting the call once again.

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6 hours. It’s been 6 fucking hours since I first called. No response. What’s the point of leaving me a number if you wont even pick up the phone.

I twirl the cheap burner phone in my hand, taking another sip of whiskey straight from the bottle. In times like this, I don’t see the point of drinking from a glass, I’d only have to refill it countless times.

I clumsily dial Sam's number again for what must be the hundredth time today. At this point, the sound of his voice on the answering machine practically burned into my brain. 

“It’s Sam, leave a message.” 

“FUCK!” I yell, just barely resisting the urge to smash the phone on the ground to pieces. I down the last of the bottle, still not feeling as drunk as I would like to be.

I can’t stop my brain from running a million miles per minute, replaying the thoughts that have plagued my brain for hours. I’ve considered the possibilities over and over, every single course of action I could possibly take. It all leads to the same conclusion. I know what I must do.

Calling up Dean’s phone for the last time, I pray that he answers. The phone rings and the last bit of hope that I hold onto slips away as the familiar recorded message plays.

““This is Dean’s other, other cell, so you must know what to do.”

I sigh and pause for nearly a minute, unsure of what to say, before I bite down my fear and start talking. “Dean, I’m not sure what to say, but I want to leave you one final message. You and Sam are in serious danger. I had a dream that Lucifer kills you both, and I can’t let that happen. I know what I have to do,” I pause for a second. “I’m going to give myself over to Lucifer in exchange for your lives. I’ll ensure Castiel gets home too. This is my mess and I have to be the one to clean it up.” I fall silent, choking back the tears that threaten to spill. 

“I’m sorry for dragging you into this. I’m sorry it ends like this. I’m sorry for everything. I’m just… I’m so sorry Dean. I wish we never got into that stupid fight, I wish I could've told you how much I care about you, how you make me feel things I can’t explain.”

“Tell Sam, thank you for everything,” I sniff.

“I guess this is goodbye Dean, take care.” I end the call, the line goes dead with a long beep. I smash the phone on the ground, broken pieces shooting off in every direction, releasing just a smidge of the pent up frustration that I have been holding onto.

I wipe my eyes and put on my best poker face. I take one last look around at the bunker. It had once been an unfamiliar prison that I was confined to, but now, it’s like the home I’ve always desperately craved. A deep sadness radiates through my core as I give one last goodbye to my home and the only family I've ever had. I find my way to the exit, shutting off the lights and closing the door behind me.

Stepping into the outdoors, the sun shines high above the sky and thick foliage extends around me, as far as the eye can see. The fact that I am really in the middle of nowhere truly sinks in as I take in the world around me. The soft wind blowing in my hair is a feeling I had almost forgotten in my time hidden away in the bunker. The crows in the tall mossy trees caw and the mourning doves coo softly, perhaps the last sign of innocent life I'll see for a long time. 

I close my eyes and pray to the one man that I know is always listening. “Okay Lucifer, come and take me. I’m ready.”

In a matter of seconds, the sound of wings flapping rushes through the wind and Lucifer stands tall before me. He’s covered head to toe in what I can only assume is Cas’s blood.

“Hello my love.” He gives me a cocky, but sweet smile. His eyes gaze into mine with an adoring look. “Just couldn’t resist, huh?” He chuckles. “I always knew you’d come back to me.” He places a hand on the small of my back and in the blink of an eye, the world spins and I’m taken far away from the bunker.

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[qogoist]

Jae Romance now LIVE - A Rogue's Gambit

Former smuggler and pirate Alethea has become the new Rogue Trader. Along with her trustworthy(?) retinue she must navigate the complications of her new position. Not an easy task! And made harder when she catches feelings for the charming Cold Trader Jae Heydari. Drama and Intrigue abound!

[ricihh]

Dionysus Angelo is so..... 🥵🥵🥵

Rating: E

Fandom: Brawl Stars

Relationships: Angelo/Brock, Angelo/Male! Max, Angelo/Male! Nani, Angelo/R-T

Main tags: Oneshot, Smut, PWP, Kinktober, Bukkake, Legends of Olympus AU, Fivesome - M/M/M/M/Other, Cock Slut, Genderbending, They/them pronouns for Angelo

Warnings: None!

Summary: When the wine ran out at their party, Dionysus Angelo was at a loss as to what else to do to keep their guests entertained.

They had an eccentric idea after noticing how hot the remaining gods on the dance floor were.

[dreamofbona]

rewrite the stars - sim jaeyun

summary: Choi Y/N has always dreamed of being an idol, and now her dream is coming true. As part of monster rookie girl group MAJ1K, she’s topping the charts, performing incredible stages, and feeling love from fans. She’s willing to do anything and everything to live her dream as an idol, and following the dating ban isn’t supposed to be an issue. She cares more about being an idol than she cares about love… until she meets Jake. From bumping into each other in company buildings to congratulating wins to eventually becoming MCs, she starts dreaming of something else. 

alternatively: can anyone resist sim jaeyun? + he likes you back. except you’re idols so drama.

pairing: jake x idol fem!reader

other characters: enhypen, kim chaewon, huh yunjin, jang wonyoung, txt, other hybe + starship artists

warnings: swearing, management is kind of evil so maybe threats of sabotage (will edit as we go along)

word count: 4.1 k

Chapter Two:

Your fancon is a success. Both nights sell out, and livestream tickets have been sold in the hundreds of thousands. Now, you and the girls are gearing up for your February comeback. You’re releasing another mini album - Love is Magic - on Valentine’s Day, and everyone at Tunez is stressed. This album has to be a hit after your successful debut. So far, pre orders have surpassed those of your debut, and it feels like everyone has their eyes on MAJ1K.

Days pass in the studio, in the practice room, and eventually you’re filming the music video for your new title track - ‘Black Magic’. It’s a song about using magic and falling in love. Typical bubblegum pop love song. You like the song, it’s fun and lively, and you think the public will like it as well. However, you hope that you’ll get to help write on the next album. You really want to perform music that you can relate to, that helps express you.

The comeback is teased and promoted, three concepts and member versions of the album have been announced and prepared. You can feel the stress radiating from your team whenever there’s a meeting: everything has to be perfect, this release has to be the release of the year. 

You’re grateful for a strong team that supports you as you want to do well, you want to leave a mark in the industry. At the same time, however, you hate that chart numbers and money are determining the direction your music is taking. You don’t want to make music for the charts; you want to make it for yourself, for your members, for your fans.

You keep your mouth shut, knowing that there’s no point in saying anything. You’d signed the contract willingly, chasing your dream of debuting, and nowhere in the contract did it say you could take part in deciding your music. You’d made your bed, and now you had to lie in it.

So days blew, and pretty soon it was comeback day. The comeback would be released on what was the evening of February 14th in Korea. All day you were restless, nervous for the public’s response. You knew they would like it - the title was a fun, light song that people would enjoy - but part of you was wondering what would happen if they didn’t. Would Tunez give up on MAJ1K? You thought of less popular groups under HYBE, under Starship, and the lack of attention and promotion the companies gave to those groups. What if MAJ1K ended up like them?

You were sitting in a lounge in the Starship building with the girls, all four of you at a circular table in comfy chairs, occasionally sipping the drinks in front of you. Wonyoung and Chaewon had iced Americanos, Yunjin had an iced Chai latte, and you had an iced caramel latte. You loved iced caramel lattes, but you were having a hard time touching your drink today. Your stomach was in knots, and you felt like you were gonna vomit. 

“Ah, look who it is,” you jumped at the sudden noise. You and the girls had been quiet, scared of saying anything in fear of somehow jinxing your album release. You were also the only ones in the lounge, so it had been incredibly quiet. Until now. “Our juniors. Big day today, huh?” 

You looked up to see one of your seniors in Starship, WJSN’s Dayoung. She was currently sporting a head of blonde hair, long and wavy, down a few inches past her shoulders. She had a big grin on her face, eyes bright and lively. If you knew anything about Dayoung, it was that she was always energetic and loud. You wondered how she did it.

“Are you scared it’ll flop?” she asked.

“Hey, Dayoung, don’t say that,” you turned, coming face to face with Exy. You freeze. Exy is only one of the most talented idols in the industry (you don’t understand how more people aren’t fans). She not only leads, raps, and dances, but she also writes and produces the majority of her group’s music. WJSN are unique in the industry in that sense - their leader is part of the writing process for many of their songs. You admire that about them. You also really admire and look up to Exy - one of the reasons you liked Starship and wanted to be under them was to get the opportunity to write and produce with her one day. 

“The company won’t like it if you stress our juniors out,” she continues. She then addresses you and the girls, saying, “Don’t worry, this comeback will do well. I heard it and it’s amazing, just what the public needs.”

You don’t say anything, not trusting your mouth to work.

“Also,” adds Dayoung, “it’s not like you can do anything about it anyways. At this point, what will happen is what’s meant to happen. If it flops, it flops, no big deal. You can always do better next time.”

“So you think it might flop?” asks Yunjin, eyes swimming with anxiety.

“No, what I meant-” Dayoung starts, before Exy interrupts her.

“It won’t flop. Trust me. Don’t trust her,” says Exy, playfully hitting Dayoung’s shoulder, “she’s a maknae. She doesn’t know what she’s talking about.”

“Age discrimination,” is all Dayoung says. She then glances at her phone, sighs, “Nice meeting you. I have to get going.”

You bow in response. 

“I should probably go as well,” says Exy. “Don’t stress too much, though. And next comeback, we should get in the studio together. I’d love to work on a song with you all.”

You all bid her farewell, and then you’re in shock. 

“Writing a song with her?” Yunjin says. “When will our next comeback be?”

Chaewon laughs, “Slow down. We haven’t even had this one yet. I’m assuming the next one won’t be until June at least. It shouldn’t be till August, really, but this company is pushing us so much it might happen as early as June.”

“I can’t wait,” Yunjin decides. “I need to work on a song with Exy sunbaenim. We can win Song of the Year together.”

You shake your head, “And here I thought you were an artist. Pitiful. Going after awards.”

Yunjin rolls her eyes, “Come on, we all know you want a SOTY. We all do.”

You shrug, “It would be nice. Won’t go out of my way for it, however. Award shows are always so political. Look at the Grammys.”

“Fair point,” says Yunjin.

“I wonder if we could win an award with this comeback,” says Chaewon. “That would be nice.”

You shrug, “I hope we don’t. I want to win an award for the music we took part in.”

Chaewon frowns, “Don’t you want the group to be successful? If we win an award with this album, maybe we’ll get a longer break. Maybe they’ll get off our backs.”

Your leader sounds exhausted. Now you understand why she wants to win.

“You have a point,” you say. 

A few hours pass, conversation here and there, mostly silence. Pretty soon, you and the girls are in a van, on your way to Mnet for your comeback show. You get dressed, get your hair and makeup done, and then it’s go-time. 

You perform the title track (‘Black Magic’), as well as two b-sides you’re promoting. Fans cheer loudly, waving their lightsticks - the official lightstick had been released shortly before your fancon, it was shaped like a wand.

The comeback show goes well, and you think your management are satisfied - you made a point to sing live whenever you could. 

It’s in the van on the way back to your dorms after your first promotion that Wonyoung looks up from her phone with a smirk. 

“Guess who went live an hour ago and started talking about us?” she asks, holding up her phone.

You squint at the phone, making out the letters. 

“Jake sunbaenim talked about us again on live?!” exclaims Yunjin. “We all know why.”

You sigh, “Unnie, he doesn’t-”

“He likes you,” says Chaewon.

“Well then he should say something,” you say.

“You know it’s not that easy,” says Wonyoung. “He seems so sweet though, and he won’t shut up about you.” She scrolls on her phone, before showing you stan Twitter. “He specifically mentioned the part of the song where you have a high note. He said that’s his favorite part.”

Admittedly, you like hearing that. You feel incompetent sometimes compared to the others - Chaewon and Wonyoung are well-known, established idols, and Yunjin is trained in opera, and therefore known for her vocals. You love them, you’re proud of them, but you feel talentless sometimes next to them, so hearing that makes you feel warm inside.

“That’s sweet,” you say.

~~

You happen to be in the HYBE building the following weekend. You’ve successfully completed your first week of promotions (2 more to go!) and are in the HYBE building for practice, a meeting, and content shooting.

“Y/N! You must be exhausted from promotions, huh?” you’re sitting in one of HYBE’s lounges with the other girls - you have an hour to yourselves as you’ve finished your tasks for the day. “Hello everyone.” Your brother walks in with a grin on his face.

“Hi,” you say. “What are you doing here?”

“Comeback preparations,” he says. “Don’t tell anyone,” he glances around, “but we’re having a comeback in May.”

“Nice,” you say, “have you started on the songs?”

Soobin nods, “We’re working on the songs right now. I’m really excited for these songs, they’re coming together really well. We also have some fun concepts, switching it up a bit from our last era. They’re also planning a tour for us, so that’s exciting as well.”

“That’s great!” you exclaim, happy for your brother. You’re glad that he’s so excited about his career, and his music. You hope that you can feel the same way about your music one day.

“The comeback was excellent,” he continues, “the title is doing well on the charts. I’m streaming faithfully everyday.”

“Aww,” says Yunjin. “Thank you. I didn’t know we had such dedicated fans at HYBE.”

Soobin laughs, “You do. We’re not the only ones, ENHYPEN are pretty enthusiastic about you all as well.” he says, glancing at you. “Anyways, I have to get going. Fighting, girls, for your promotions!” 

You all thank him, and he leaves. 

“Maybe he knows something we don’t,” says Chaewon. 

“He’s friends with them,” you say. “ENHYPEN sunbaenim, I mean. Him and Heeseung sunbaenim were pretty tight when they were all trainees.”

“So we have someone on the inside,” Yunjin says, and you all laugh. 

Soon enough, it’s time to head back to the dorms for the day, and you’re walking in the hallway when you bump into him. Of course. 

“Oh, hi,” says Jake, before bowing politely. You bow in response, and he goes, “Congratulations on your comeback. It’s really good, I listened to it.”

“Thank you,” you say.

“We listened to your latest comeback as well,” says Chaewon, “Dimension: Answer. Y/N’s obsessed with ‘Polaroid Love’.”

Jake smiles, blushing, “Thank you, that’s great.” He then turns to you, “So you’re listening to our music now?”

You nod, looking at the floor, not wanting to make eye contact. “I’m pleased that my seniors make good music.”

He chuckles, and it’s music to your ears, “That’s nice to hear. Well, I don’t want to hold you all up, you must be tired, promotions and all. Have a good evening.”

You all thank him, bidding him farewell, before leaving the building.

Later that night, you find yourself looking for Jake’s most recent live. You can’t help yourself - you want to hear it for yourself. You find it easily enough - it was the group’s most recent live, and Weverse is a relatively easy platform to use.

“Hi everyone,” Jake says, waving to the camera. He’s smiling. His golden hair is unstyled, bangs falling onto his forehead. “We’ll just wait a bit for more people to join.”

You watch, waiting, and after what feels like forever, Jake finally starts talking. He thanks his fans for their support, he updates him on himself, on ENHYPEN. He then starts responding to fans who are typing in the chat.

“Ah, I see someone mentioning MAJ1K. Yes, I did listen to their comeback, it’s really good.” He turns slightly, doing something offscreen. Next thing you know, ‘Black Magic’ is playing, and Jake is vibing. “Yes! Let’s dance everyone!”

It’s endearing - Jake is doing parts of the choreo in his seat, and fans are filling the chat with dancing emojis.

He’s so sweet, you find yourself thinking. You can’t argue with it either - he’s promoting your group, and being so kind despite no obligation to be. He’s just a nice person.

The song continues playing, and Jake pauses right after the high note, rewinding and playing it again. He laughs, “That’s such a great bit right there. It’s my favorite part of the song.”

You’re smiling at your phone now. You just got complimented by one of your seniors, and you couldn’t be happier.

“I knew you liked him,” you jump, startled when you look up to see Wonyoung.

“Jesus, you scared the shit out of me,” you say, dramatically putting a hand over your heart.

“Did I? Where is it?” she retorts, and you roll your eyes. “I just came here to tell you that we’re planning on watching a movie together in the main room. So quit looking at Jake for 5 seconds and spend quality time with your best friends.”

You frown, pretending to look confused, “But my best friends are back in Ansan?”

“Hey!” says Wonyoung, playfully hitting your shoulder.

“I was just joking. I’ll be there in a minute.”

“You better,” says your maknae, before walking out of your room.

You look at the live one last time, at the joy in Jake’s eyes, and the way his hair is shining, before sighing and putting your phone down. 

~~

You find yourself looking for Jake after that night. You wonder if there’s a chance he tagged along when you appear on Music Bank. He isn’t there - obviously - but you feel like you’re getting a piece of him in your interview with Sunghoon - the blonde mentions how much his group is enjoying MAJ1K’s comeback.

MAJ1K also gets a longer break after the comeback, and your next comeback isn’t scheduled till July.

July.

ENHYPEN has their comeback scheduled for July as well.

You can’t help but grin in the meeting, and you know it shocks your team - February to July is still only 4 months, not much of a break - but you don’t give an explanation.

You’re not supposed to like that MAJ1K and ENHYPEN are promoting at the same time. But you do.

~~

Manifesto: Day 1 takes everyone by surprise. In the best way possible.

You’re shocked at the change - their title tracks no longer have hyphens, and the song itself is so different from what they usually do. You like it though, it feels cool and powerful. 

You get to watch them perform ‘Future Perfect’ and ‘TFW’ from backstage on Music Bank, and when all the promoting idols are crammed on stage to see who’s winning an award, you find yourself looking at Jake. 

His hands are interlocked in front of him, head tilted downwards. You think that his eyes are closed - you can’t tell because of his visor. When ENHYPEN wins, he jumps up, seemingly taken aback, before throwing his head back with a smile and embracing his bandmates.

You make eye contact with him while walking off-stage, and send him a smile. He smiles back, nods to you.

ENHYPEN do their live celebration, and you hear fans cheering loudly. You’re happy for them.

“Look at her, she’s not even sad that we lost,” says Yunjin. 

You sigh, “I guess you guys were right.”

“About time you admitted it,” says Chaewon. “I’m happy you’re not lying to yourself anymore.”

“Me too,” you decide.

~~

It’s later that day that you bump into him in the hallway. There’s no one else around - most people have left for the day - and your groups are getting ready to leave. You’re heading back to the green room from getting a bottle of water.

“Oh, hi,” it’s the stupidest way you could’ve greeted him.

“Hello,” he says. “Nice performance today, I’ve loved your comeback.”

You blush at the compliment, “Thank you. Your comeback has been amazing as well. ‘Shout Out’ is an incredible song.”

He grins, “I’m glad you like it. I got to help write it.”

“I heard,” you say. You don’t mention that you’d read his interview, and that you know which specific lines of the song he wrote. “That’s really cool.”

“Ummm,” he puts his hand in his pocket before pulling out his phone. He hesitates, nervous, before handing it to you, “Could I have your number?”

“Sure,” you say, putting it in.

“I just figured,” he starts, trying to offer an explanation, “Um, I like talking to you, so maybe we can talk outside of our random encounters?”

“I’d like that,” you say. “Text me.”

Jake smiles, “I will.”

~~

So you and Jake start texting. It’s pretty casual at first, congratulating one another on wins and promotions, but it quickly turns regular and deep. It becomes conversations about your favorite songs, about why you chose to become idols, dramas you’re watching, what you want for your next comeback.

You find yourself confiding in him, and he confides in you, and it feels nice to have someone outside of your family and outside of your group that you’re so close to.

You’re especially happy to be texting him once he goes on tour. You’re able to stay in touch with him, and he tells you all about performing for international fans and trying deep dish pizza and going shopping in an American mall.

You update him on the industry in Korea, about who had what comeback, and you update him on your own promotions.

After your July comeback, MAJ1K gets a few weeks off from promotions, before promotions start for a Japanese album. Your Japanese album is released in September, with Japanese versions of a few of your songs with an original Japanese song. You promote it, interviewing and signing copies for fans.

In October, MAJ1K has another fancon. In October, ENHYPEN are on tour in the US.

In November, MAJ1K make an appearance at KCON in Japan, where ENHYPEN have a few tour stops. You meet up with Jake for dinner one evening, the night after his birthday.

“Happy belated birthday,” you say, handing him a nicely wrapped box.

“Thank you,” he says, accepting it. “What is it?”

You shrug, “Open it later.”

He nods, putting it to the side.

Dinner with Jake is nice. It’s your first face-to-face interaction in months, but it feels like no time has passed. And even though you both swear that you’re just friends, you can’t help but wonder what it would be like to go out with him romantically. How would dinner be on a date with him?

“Thanks for meeting up with me tonight,” says Jake. “I’m glad we got to have dinner.”

“Thanks for wanting me at your delayed birthday celebration,” you respond, and he chuckles.

“Of course I’d want to have birthday dinner with you,” he says, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “I had a good time tonight. So, when is MAJ1K getting back?”

“Our flight’s the day after tomorrow,” you say. “Tomorrow’s a break day, rest up and sightsee. What about you?”

“We leave tomorrow evening,” he says. “Well, see you next in the HYBE building?”

You nod, grinning. “See you at HYBE.”

He pauses for a moment, as if contemplating something. “Could I…” 

“What?”

He shakes his head, “Nevermind.”

You raise an eyebrow at him, “What is it?”

“Um…” he looks uncomfortable. That’s a first. “No, nevermind.”

“Okay, then,” you respond. “See you, then, I guess.”

He nods, “See you.”

~~

“He celebrated his birthday with you, he obviously likes you,” is the first thing Yunjin says to you when you get back to the hotel. You and Yunjin are rooming together.

“Hello to you, too,” you respond. 

Yunjin rolls her eyes, before saying, “So, how was it? Romantic, candlelit dinner?”

“Romantic? No. Candlelit? Yes,” you respond.

Yunjin shakes her head, “No. Candlelit dinners are inherently romantic. It’s a cliche in the genre of romance. You’re just in denial.”

You shrug, “If I know I like him, I’m not in denial.”

Yunjin gasps, “When were you gonna tell me?”

“I thought you already knew.”

“I did,” she says, “but I was waiting for you to admit it to yourself. Once you admit it to yourself, you can actually do something about it, ya know?”

“I can’t do anything about it,” you respond. “I’m an idol. He’s an idol. You’re an idol, so you should know.”

“You can just keep it a secret,” she says.

“We have eagle-eyed fans, and so does he. Besides, there’s also Dispatch.” 

“Not in the HYBE building,” Yunjin points out. “What happens in the company building stays in the company building.”

“I guess,” you shrug. “But I don’t even know if he likes me back. I don’t want to ruin our friendship.”

Yunjin sighs, “Have I not told you how obvious it is he likes you?”

“You have, but you’re my friend,” you argue.

“I wouldn’t lie to you,” Yunjin said. “Like you said, I’m your friend.”

You sigh. “I don’t want to think about this right now. Relationships, I mean.”

“We can talk more in the morning,” says Yunjin.

~~

You don’t talk in the morning. You also don’t respond to Jake’s text. It’s him asking if MAJ1K would be interested in hanging out with ENHYPEN as they have free time before their flight in the evening. You feel bad about it, but you leave him on read. You’ll make up an excuse later.

“So, how was your date last night?” asks Wonyoung over breakfast.

“It wasn’t a date,” you say, “but it was nice.”

“And I’m the queen of England,” mutters Chaewon.

You roll your eyes at your leader. 

“Has he texted? Since your dinner last night?” Yunjin asks.

You nod. “He was talking about us and them hanging out today. They’re flying back tonight, but besides that they’re free.”

“So when and where are we meeting up?” Chaewon asks. 

“We’re not,” you respond. “I haven’t responded yet, and I’m not planning on it.”

“Why?” Yunjin asks. “I thought you liked him.”

“I do,” you respond. “That’s why. I don’t want to be near him. It’s too much for me. We’re just friends, and I can’t deal with that.”

“You could change that if you talked to him,” Wonyoung says, but you shake your head.

“Even if he did like me back, it wouldn’t work out. It’s not a good idea. It’ll just get really messy and ruin everyone’s careers in the process.”

~~

You get a few more texts from Jake throughout the day.

jakey: are you guys busy? we still have a few hours… (1 pm)

jakey: well, we have to go now. see you back at hybe? :) (5 pm)

jakey: getting on the plane… i’ll stop annoying you… for now… (7 pm)

You feel bad for leaving him on read, but you don’t know how to respond. You don’t want to respond. 

The next day, you get another text from him wishing you a safe flight. 

You don’t respond.

~~

You don’t see Jake again till a few weeks later. It’s the New Years Eve Live performance, and it’s rather ironic that you bump into him there. It’s where you’d had your first conversation with him, and now, you saw him again there after avoiding him. The universe seems to like forcing you two to talk on New Years.

You’re walking to the green room with the girls, having just finished performing. ENHYPEN are passing by you in the hallway, getting ready to get on stage. 

“Y/N.” It’s your name. You recognize the voice. You’d recognize it anywhere.

“Hi,” you say. 

“I have to go right now,” says Jake, “but we’re talking after my performance.” He looks dejected, and you feel bad.

You nod.

“Hyung!” Jungwon calls him, and Jake turns to follow his group. The rest of the ENHYPEN members send him smirks, teasing looks. Except for Ni-Ki, the maknae, who looks at you, before looking at the ground. He looks annoyed.

You walk into the green room, nervous. It’s stupid, really - you and Jake were/are friends. You shouldn’t feel nervous. 

You also feel awful - he looked sad, and you know it’s your fault for ignoring his messages. 

ENHYPEN’s performance feels like an eternity. And then it’s over. 

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[brawlina]

New Chapter for Odd Trios and Things

A Domestic Dream (Piper, Rico, R-T)

(Piper x Rico)

[tinysillylemonman]

Enjoy a bonus chapter of Just Barely There, but written three years late and based off my very foggy memory of the show. :D

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It’s amazing what one could do when armed with explosives. Guards? Royalty? Citizens? Nothing a little explosives and armed criminals can’t fix.

Paved streets became littered in rubble and a choking alabaster dust, homes were caved in to reveal what would’ve been quaint dinner tables and gardens. People were left in shock, all the easier for their capture and the handy reuse of prison cells. The queen and king were tied to the same fate, just a few levels below their people, left to count the etches on the walls and smell the iron of dried blood.

In short, after a few quick witted words and total domination of the kingdom he hated, Andrew was doing much better than he had been two days ago. He and the Saporians were on top of the world, so what if they had to carry around a mentally unstable kid too? They’ve gone through worse in pursuit of their ambitions. Andrew just wished that the kid would keep his mouth shut.

“…And when we find him? I’m gonna make him realize just how wrong he was about me! That’s right Flynn Rider, I’m on top of the world right now! Well, uh- we. We’re on top of the world. Eheh… Anyways, I’ve been thinking that I should have facial hair, y’know to match the whole look we’ve got going on…”

Good Sun could this kid fucking talk. Kai was the appointed listener while they picked through the rubble of what might’ve been a marketplace? Eh, the specifics didn’t matter, just finding what the kid needed for their next step did. They’d quickly found that they didn’t need to restrain the kid or anything to keep him close, he latched onto Andrew as quickly as a baby duck, which suited Andrew’s purposes all the better. Shuffling through the rubble took time, which made Andrew nervous. The what ifs of outside support or unfound citizens catching up to them was in all senses illogical, but he couldn’t help it. This was too easy to be this good.

“Hey Andrew! We found something!”

And it kept on getting better.

Andrew ambled over to where Clementine and Juniper stood, eagerly awaiting praise or reprimand. People were just so easy to control, he couldn’t help but chuckle to himself. Just give them a dollop of approval or a look of disappointment and they would fall all over themselves to do whatever he asked. Tell them that it’s for a good cause, that surely if you work a little harder and listen to me more the people will forgive you, or Saporia will rise, and they are as docile as sheep. Bracing himself on fallen lumber and jumping over bricks, he made his way to see what the girls had found. Hm.

“Varian!” He barked, interrupting the kid from his ramble and turning his attention back to the container found. The kid stumbled towards him, eager like a puppy and nervous as a fawn. “What’s up Andrew?” Oh how he loved that fragile sense of causality, “Take a good look at this kid”. Andrew smiled at him, not warmly like a father appraising a job well done, but instead like the cat that got the cream, wolfish and not unlike a predator. But Varian didn’t know the difference at this point. The object found was a woven container made of wheat straw, labeled simply with “luminescent powder”. Andrew didn’t much care for this container, but rather what it meant. This particular site was the remnants of some sort of alchemy shop, and held precious resources for the Saporian cause.

Varians eyes were the size of saucers, oohing and ahhing at the prospect of new materials. At least the kid caught on quick. “Wha- are these- I mean…can I use these?” Varian’s mouth was in a comical gape, gazing down at what would be the first of many new and expensive materials. Andrew had him hook…line…

“Of course Varian! Why do you think we were degrading ourselves to scavenging for Coronan goods? Don’t be shy, take whatever you need, we’ll even help you carry it all!” He could feel the disgruntled looks from his compatriots burning into his back, but that could be soothed later. Varian whipped his head back towards Andrew, who surely looks liked some sort of saint providing for the poor and needy fourteen year old criminal. The boy’s face was split in half with a look that hadn’t graced his visage in a very long time, a beaming, gap-toothed smile.

And sinker.

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Hugo hates slayer wolves with a burning passion, he’s decided. Of course Flynn fuckin’ Rider’s ego could get bigger, why hadn’t he known that fact sooner? Silly him! It was Flynn Rider’s hubris that led to Hugo being held upside down by some magically inclined tree branch, displayed like a jester vying for the king’s laughter. The king in this case is the culprit himself.

“Ok, yeah, laugh it up Rider. This is truly the peak of comedy!” Hugo shouts, and no dear reader, the heat in Hugo’s face is not due to embarrassment, he’s far above something like that. He’s just suffering from his body’s content of blood heading straight for his head. Rider is on the ground, in such a grand fit of laughter that he could be mistaken for a man attempting to imitate a ship in tumultuous seas. His girlfriend is standing next to him, smiling warily and waiting for her partner to return to sanity. The peanut gallery is standing to the side and actually trying to help Hugo out of his predicament. They’re not making very much progress on that front unfortunately.

“You’re damn right this is! Sun”, a choked wheeze interrupts Rider’s bout of clamor, “I think we should just leave you there! maybe you’ll get smarter from all that blood going to your head!” Hugo growls and swings himself closer to where Rider is. “We’ll at least I’m not a pathetic pampered lap dog who can’t even find his way around a-“ Hugo is cut off by the last person he thought would stand up to Rider, the princess. Oh this would be good. “You two need to stop fighting, we can’t get anywhere with you two quarreling constantly! Sure, you’ve screwed each other in the past, but none of that matters now! We’re all working together so I’d like you two to act like it!” The man with the earring hoots from his spot by the offending tree’s base in support or agreement, or maybe even both.

And to Hugo’s surprise, Rider listens. Maybe you can teach an old dog new tricks. Rider picks himself up and cuddles up to the princess, apologizing. But Hugo knows that he’s not genuine. The grin on his face when the princess is satisfied and hugging him is evidence.

“As beautiful as that moment was, unfortunately the power of friendship will not get you very far here.” A husky and confident announces from above- and is that a RACCOON???

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Now dear readers, we of course know that this woman is set up to be our knight in furry armor, Adira, accompanied by her newfound companion Ruddiger. But our starring cast of misfit found family is none the wiser to this notion. Because we have the knowledge of who this remarkable figure is, I’ll spare you from the details of her introduction and in the spirit of brevity, inform you that our current narrator Hugo is an astute follower of the idea that “an enemy of my enemy is my friend”.

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Hugo is quickly becoming very fond of this Adira. Sure she’s a bit odd and confusing, but he’s worked with worse when on prior assignments. The caravan is being pulled slowly along the path of the “Forest of No Return”, Adira is at the head of this odd procession, followed by Hugo, who is trying to learn about this new ally in annoyment as much as possible.

“What’s the rat’s name?”

“If you’re talking about the raccoon, then I’m sorry to say that I do not know”

She slashes stray branches with her (super fucking cool) sword and takes a left turn into an identical looking portion of the forest. Hugo scrunches his nose at this acknowledgment and continues his jog in pursuit of her. “What, the all-knowing Adira doesn’t even know the name of her animal companion? Hm, I guess that you’re not as wise as you let on.” Hugo knows this song and dance like the back of his hand, banter is his second nature and his most used tool. Annoyance is just another result that gives him entertainment and intel. But Adira is stoic, smoothly keeping her pace and not batting an eye. “It is not in my knowledge that rodents are able to communicate their names to people. This fellow came to me well-fed and groomed, I am sure that he has a home and name somewhere, maybe even multiple. I however am not keeping him around long enough to require that sort of connection. I may not know his name but call him Bandit, much like how I call each of you a nickname. I find that terms based off of physicalities are much more useful than learning everyone whom I meet’s name.”

Hugo perks up at the mention of nicknames, “Hey now, you can’t just mention that you have nicknames for all of us and not tell me what they are! What am I- Actually no better question what’s Riders?”, he grins devilishly. Adira chuckles and decides to indulge in his childish curiosity. “You my fellow are Stringbean,” she points at Rapunzel who floats curiously closer and closer towards the duo, not-so subtly eavesdropping, “she is Sundrop”, Adira points at Lance, “he is Earring”, she points at Cassandra, “she is Short Hair” and finally she points at Rider, “he is Fish Skin”.

An indignant yell comes from Rider, who hilariously falls all over himself to contest the (aptly chosen) nickname. Hugo gets a good laugh in, and when it’s later just him, “Bandit”, Rider, and Adira left to find the lost caravan, he decides that the little guy deserves a proper name for the time being.

“How about…Smokey?” The raccoon shakes its head.

“Freddy?” Rider offers, to which the vermin actually hisses at.

“Hector?” Adira muses, again with another head shake.

“Ok! Lighting round! Theodore, Clifford, Gadget, Pluto, Alastor, Dill, Bones, Fin, Pippin, Stew, Chase, Bard, Rufus, Ricky, Wallace, Ruddiger-“, the raccoon perks up and starts chittering excitedly, making admittedly adorable cheering motions. Hugo grins and lifts the newly named Ruddiger off of Adira’s shoulder and cradles it in his arms. “Ruddiger? I feel like I’ve heard that name before.” Rider moves his hand to pet the raccoon’s fur, but is swatted at and promptly denied any further proximity. “Well I’d hope so,” Hugo snarks, “any good fan of the ‘Adventures of Flynn Rider’ knows the con-man shopkeeper Ruddiger Jordan, Flynn Rider’s reluctant father figure and-“ he’s cut off by a man with the very same name. “His grumpy mentor, yes I know. I guess that’s where I heard it from. No need to lecture me kiddo”. Hugo sneers at the interruption and drops the raccoon to stare at Flynn directly. Does this guy wanna go? Because he can GO and he’d actually hit a growth spurt recently so he is feeling good about he chances-.

Adira and Ruddiger exchange eye contact and sigh.

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This kid is fucking ridiculous. After having praised him, tucked him into bed, read him a story, and KISSED HIS FOREHEAD, he’s finally asleep. Andrew is so glad that it’ll only be a month or two until he can drop the kid and get into the real crux of his plan. Of course he wasn’t going to just settle for taking Corona, no, a man with as much charisma and as good of looks as him was meant for bigger better things. Next he could take Koto, or Ingvarr, or maybe even see if that wife's tale about the Dark Kingdom is true. Yes, Andrew is going to dump Varian, and he is going to enjoy every moment of the betrayal.

Fuck did he get that luminescent powder on himself?! The kid’s hair is glowing for Sun’s sake! Andrew turns over in bed and covers his head with a pillow. This will be a long night.

[sagemoderocklee]

director’s commentary on rts

ok last one for tonight and then i need to sleep. answering this cause i was just thinking about this the other day so it'll be easy... also spoilers for anyone who hasn't read this fic yet.

so this is about the last scene of ch4

i could be entirely wrong but i felt like a lot of people missed that the scene was not a like generically cute moment of Gaara and Lee making breakfast (obviously punctuated by Lee's guilt), but that Gaara was actually interrogating Lee throughout the scene.

it starts with asking Lee if everything's okay, like that's really the moment for the audience to kind of go 'gaara knows something is up'--again someone might have picked up on this i just dont recall any comments being left that pinpointed this.

and obviously something IS very much not okay with Lee but he's trying to playing it cool (and failing miserably). but Gaara basically spends this scene all the way until Lee ditches him to go riffle through his things basically quietly pleading with Lee cause he knows Lee's up to something.

gaara is absolutely happy to see Lee, and obviously from the audiences perspective this is bittersweet, but it's like doubly so because Gaara is basically saying this knowing Lee's got ulterior motives and quietly asking him to just... not do whatever he's doing.

but 1 Lee is oblivious and 2. gaara is the kazekage so he still does need to know what's going on and cue the interrogation

The 'so soon after your promotional mission' is pointed. this is when gaara is starting to dig for information because he knows Lee is trying to get promoted and he knows that promotional missions give temporary Jonin level clearance. did Lee actually get promoted? and did he really only take two weeks on his mission?

even this line is more of Gaara hinting that he knows something is up:

obviously at the face of it he's genuinely saying that lee has skills he doesnt have, but he's also saying there's something Lee is doing now that Gaara cant do. Gaara trusts Lee completely, but he now realizes he shouldn't.

when gaara encourages Lee to boast, it's a tactic to get Lee to slip up. if he's boasting about a false achievement, he's more likely to misspeak. Gaara knows Lee's a terrible liar, so he's egging Lee on in the hopes he'll reveal something

when gaara is talking about how much faster Lee is than Sonic Boom (unaware as he is of Sonic Boom being Lee's target and that is really is dead), Gaara uses the present tense to talk about said target. in other words, he's telling Lee he's faster than Gaara himself because at this point Gaara believes he is the target of Lee's promotional mission. and of course this continues with the next line:

and then gaara goes in for the kill with this:

but Lee's answer isn't really enough, and gaara worries lee's going to catch on if he keeps questioning him so he lets up but not without a warning:

and then this last line from Gaara in this scene:

it's true. he told Lee he wouldn't tell Kakashi right then and there, but Lee obviously isn't aware of what Gaara means here so when he returns to Konoha injured and heartbroken, he's assuming Gaara's going to go to Kakashi with what he did. but Gaara is at the end of this interrogation, still in love with Lee and still hoping that Lee will change his mind about whatever he's there to do. in Gaara's mind, he's basically said 'i know you're up to something, please whatever it is don't do it, and kakashi need never know'

it's not Lee's imagination in the next chapter when he separates from Gaara at the birthday festival and thinks Gaara is worldlessly asking him not to go through with his plan.

Gaara really is asking Lee not to do what he's about to do. Gaara didn't just stick close to Lee for the pleasure of his company during his birthday festival. he was very much keeping an eye on Lee, and when Lee suggested they separate, Gaara knew it wasn't innocent. he let Lee get as far as he did into his study because he had to be sure.

there were no hidden seals being tripped to alert Gaara to a break in--there certainly would have been but in this case he didnt need an alarm to tell him what he knew was coming--he simply suspected long before Lee began riffling through his mail (and again the first scene of ch5 with Gaara letting Lee see where his mail went was also again part of Gaara trying to figure out what Lee was up to. because Lee was being soooo obvious that he was interested in the mail, so Gaara let him follow him into his study to see where he'd put it)

ultimately, Gaara thinks the promotional mission is related to intelligence, not his own physical person, but it's still an obvious breech of trust both personally and politically. and in a manner of speaking depending on the intelligence it could impact Gaara on a personal level because obviously if Lee uncovers any of Gaara's political plans that go against the Kaze Daimyo it could be disastrous for Gaara...

Anyways! thats the director's commentary for RtS ch4-5! hope you enjoyed!

[thatzombiecat]

AHHHH I meeeeeeeeelt!!!!!! The most precious gift of my belovedst pookieeeees 😭😭

LOVE lovelovelove to very bits everything in it, the whole setup is so festivy and comfy, and NYOMOS ARE SO EXTREMELY CUUUTE WEEEEH MY BOIIIIII!! felt an absolute joy reading this all ;w;

Thank you sm again for such a wonderful gift Vitani, you are the best ♥♥♥♥ Merry Sanguinala and Christmas to you! ^^

My gift for the absolutely amazing @thatzombiecat for the @rt-gift-exchange

It brought me great joy to write Elayne, Heinrix and Nyomos all together. They are precious 💜

[leonardalphachurch]

okay jason said he’d be sharing his spec scripts AFTER the company officially dissolves so i’m not sure if those dropbox links will be granted access until then BUT the grimmons one on his twitter is public

EDIT: the post now links to a google drive! the scripts are available GO FUCKING HAM

it’s. canon grimmons fanfiction. i’m losing my mind.

EDIT: I’m seeing less people misunderstand this on this post, but to be clear, this script was NOT cancelled because of RT being shut down. This is a part of Weight’s ALTERNATE PITCH for season 18 that was not picked up by RT. It was not ever intended to make it into the show proper. It is, unfortunately, not actually canon, just a sneak peek into an alternate timeline where Jason was hired to write season 18 instead.

Thank you.

[antelopunny]

May we dance? (art by soonielo)

Yrliet holds out her hand, fingers beckoning Tiffney closer. “May we dance?” “Huh?” Then, “wait, really?”

The hopeful disbelief is followed by a splash of water, enthusiastic and loud around Tiffney’s feet. She takes Yrliet’s hand, and in the depths of the soul, her elantach feels warm-- undeniably alive. “Yes. Let’s dance.”

@soonielo drew this BEAUTIFUL art of my Rogue Trader, Tiffney von Valancius, and Yrliet Lanaevyss from Warhammer 40,000: Rogue Trader! The scene is from Chapter 9 of my RT/Yrliet fanfiction, gossamer of starlight.

Check out artist's socials here: linktree

HAD A SUPER GREAT EXPERIENCE COMMISSIONING THEM!!! JUST LOOK AT THIS ART!!!!!! MWAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[rt-gift-exchange]

Rogue Trader Gift Exchange: Heart Day Edition

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Yes, yes - I'm back again. I can't help myself, nor can you apparently.

We have 17 people signed up in the first day! Come join us - come join one of the most encouraging and supportive fandoms. All art, and writing is loved and appreciated.

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What is a Gift Exchange? A gift exchange is a trade of gifts relating to Warhammer 40k: Rogue Trader. Kind of like secret santa, except at the end gifter/giftee is revealed. These gifts consist of completed pieces of art , or fanficiton in line with what you are comfortable with receiving. For example, you may be head over heels for the Tech-Priest, or maybe you fancy a raunchy Abelard fanfiction, or may you simply want something of your own OC Rogue Trader. Gifters & giftees are matched up to meet each individuals wants/ability. A gift exchange is a wonderful chance to meet your fellow community members and share a piece of work, and get a piece of work in return. See our FAQ here! 💝WHATS NEW IN THIS EXCHANGE? 💝 This IS Heart Day we are talking about - and as our good friend Marazhai would say - if you want to be depraved and receive vulgar material in return, I got you.  If you choose, you can receive explicit content and not have it left up to your gifters discretion.  For example, say you really want a piece of content where your RT gets down and dirty with Opticon-22, or Abelard, or both -  In this exchange, that's a gurantee in what you'll receive, in either art or fanfiction format.  A perfect oppurtunity to receive the smut you dream about but can never seem to write or draw just right. Note: This does not mean that NSFW is mandatory - all walks of people are welcome to join and all will be accomodated for.  At the end of the day, this exchange is themed around HEART DAY - the possibilities are endless. Even if your RT is not a lover, but they love guns? Easy. Kiss the barrel. Love is love. Plus, I always have a surprise up my sleeve for you guys - you know that. Many a antics and surprises to fill the rogue trader community with love and belongingness. 💞 What is Heart Day? Heart Day is an ancient Terran custom, that is celebrated by the Imperium and the Adeptus Mechanicus as well. Heart Day is the Warhammer 40,000 universe's equivalent of Valentine's Day. So what does that mean for the gift exchange? It means that this gift exchange will be Heart Day themed aka. Valentines Day themed. The theme can be as big or small as you can dream. Details and ideas will be provided to assist you with the request.

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[astertimberwolf]

Unpopular opinion but:

I'm gonna be happy if this version of RWBY dies. I don't want volume 10 after the flop that was this last season.

I couldn't bring myself to watch past episode 7 of volume 9, simply by how off-putting and upsetting the writing was, considering what has been done to / how much they butchered the characters (and how someone on the writing team pushed their gross Weiss x Jaune shipping fetishes / preferences onto the show, making the ship temporarily canonical by implying Weiss is into older men... simply because she loved and looked up to her grandfather?! YIKES. I wanna puke. This was so unprofessional that, had I been upper management, I would have had Kerry —or whomever came up with- and greenlit this — FIRED ON THE SPOT).

I'm tired. Really, REALLY tired. They've dragged on despite people losing interest, telling them what was wrong with the show and what to change- or telling them to stop altogether... And l'm not even going to get into the horrid treatment some of the people working inside CRWBY have had to endure.

I feel like Kerry (or whomever is left in charge now, since I know Miles left the show & writing team) has danced on Monty's corpse / grave long enough and has now retorted to the last, cheapest tactic ever, in an attempt to bait all the queers that used to love RWBY back to the show- All because of the lack of audience, stemming from the alienation they've caused over the years- of not grasping what made RWBY, RWBY (or well, what made it popular...).

A last minute, poorly written (and forced!) Bumblb kiss is not gonna save whatever this dumpster fire / bad televised fanfiction (in terms of writing) is supposed to be.

I'm sick and tired of being quiet and forcing myself to sit in the sidelines, pretending I don't care or that I don't have an opinion on this.

They have ruined a show I used to love and dragged it through the mud. All because of greed, ego and incompetence at its finest- incompetence to admit that they simply didn't have the resources, skill(s) and financial means to keep the show going and reflect what made it great and popular to begin with.

I know I'm gonna get hate for this and I accept that. If you're still pleased with whatever the hell RWBY is nowadays, good for you, I guess... But I just can't agree with- or support this anymore.

I'm fed up. It's been unfun. Let's never meet again.

May the show rest in peace, alongside Monty, as it should have, right from the get-go, ever since V4 or V6 came out- where they ran out of Monty's notes, planning and writing. I didn't know the man personally, but I sure as hell can tell you, if I had been him, I would NOT have been happy with what they did to what was basically a passion project to him.

[feralwetcat]

...so uhm... *Hands you something so dumb and yet i somehow managed to make sad* take a gift?

*an broken recording of a door opening, revealing a library with little nests filled with different people, writing, typing, drawing, or just having a good time, but overall just being dumbasses, a few crying, others trying to snatch at an odd jar at the librarians desk*

[recording begins]

the fable smp fandom in their natural habitat

The species known as the Fablest Fandomus (commonly known as the Fabdom) was named via their hyperfixation, which is known as the "Fable s m p" (each letter of smp said as if forgein), this species of fandom is often seen crying over "lore" that they watch, even if its seen that they enjoy it.

This species also is known to have sub categories, known as:

The"Fanartist": often known to draw their favorite "blorbo", most likely drawing them sad, or in a simple form

The "Fanfiction writer": seen writing increasingly 'angsty' things, and shown to experience joy when their fellow Fabdoms cry over their most recent works

The "memeist": commonly seen doing what my coweorkers describe as "being dumbasses"(whatever that means), taking odd screenshots of funny moments during episodes, or taking them from another medi-a

[voiceover begins glitching]

The "Theorist": these Fabdoms can be seen creating theories about the "Fable s m p" and its lore, paying attention to the small details

The "casualious": the Casualious, often seen consuming the other species members works, not sticking to a certain media, simply enjoying existence

[the voice begins showing vague emotion, sounding more robotic and yet still...sad]

The species known as Fablest Fandomus is a very friendly species, welcoming to new members, happily answering questions to other members of the Fandomus tree

That is.. the end of my notes, you must preserve this, protect it, do not let our eff-rts fa-e, d--t -et th-m d-- p-e--se..-

[recording ends]