#ruel younger

[wileys-russo]

🩵 playlist ~ childhood sweethearts (AR23) 🩵

About You - The 1975

The Night We Met - Lord Huron

Strangers - Celeste

Remember When - Wallows

Landslide - Fleetwood Mac

Enchanted - Taylor Swift

This Is How It Feels - D4VD

Blondie - Current Joys

New Flesh - Current Joys

Young - Vacations

Telephones - Vacations

Looking Out For You - Joy Again

Glue - Clairo and beedaboobee

Cherry - Harry Styles

Kiss Her You Fool - Kids That Fly

Out Of My League - Fitz and the Tantrums

Bubble Gum - Clairo

Video Games - Lana Del Rey

Apocalypse- Cigarettes After Sex

Sofia - Clairo

Kiss Me - Sixpence None The Richer

We Fell In Love

Sunkissed - Khai Dreams

August - Taylor Swift

Love Grows (Where My Rosemary Goes) - Edison Lighthouse

Booster Seat - Spacey Jane

What Once Was - Hers

Suburbia - Troye Sivan

You Were Good To Me - Jeremy Zucker

Favourite Crime - Olivia Rodrigo

Younger - Ruel

Before - NIKI

We Could Start A Cult - Niall Horan & Lizzie McAlpine

[infernalodie]

𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄 || 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐳

“𝘖𝘩, 𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦“

Inspo: Ruel - END SCENE

Pairing: Maddy Perez x Perez!Male!reader x Cassie Howard

Summary: The two of you watched it fall apart, yet one of you couldn’t stay for long...

Warnings: Angst and character death

Words: 1836

DNI IF YOU’RE YOUNGER THAN 18!

From the day you were born, you and Maddy were joined at the hip. There wasn’t a day that went by that neither of you was separated from one other. So many experiences the two of you shared had made the inseparability strong. The two of you saw destruction with your friends take place and you were there through the traumatizing experience Maddy experienced with Nate. Promising her that if things were going downhill from there, the two of you would be by one another's side. The two of you would just watch the world fall apart around you and enjoy every second of it until your guys’ last breaths.

And you? What was your traumatizing experience? Well, you had your heart shattered when finding out your girlfriend was hooking up with Nate behind your back. Not even sparing you by ending things before doing so. You didn’t know if it was the fear of what might happen. But you did know that her doing so made your mind fracture. Morals you held high now seemed to dim with you trying to understand how things turned out the way they did.

Why did she cheat? Was it you? Did you not give enough?

All these questions with not so little as an answer for any of them.

But maybe you should’ve understood and expected the worse when things first started. Because they were great for a time, but McKay did warn you of the troubles. Of the possibility of things turning out different from what you may have expected. But being lovestruck, you dismissed them.

And it ended up with you drinking a fifth bottle of Rum. Hoping that the recent events that had transcribed with you and your ex may be forgotten. Maybe you could be happy. Maybe you could just lose your mind a little and be plunged into the warmth of darkness.

It didn’t seem fair in the grander scheme of things. You had to stand there, watching the foundation the two of you built come crumbling to the ground. Levels of the structure being core memories you had of the blonde that had solidified your love for her. And now, it was rubble surrounding your fractured existence in a world that didn’t seem real to you at this point.

Maddy had to stand on the outside and watch what was left of her brother, you, slowly crack and fade. The closure you maybe expected in return for Cassie’s harsh breakup was dismissed with weed and alcohol. She watched you run. Try and escape the pain that reality had placed in your path. And it scared the shit out of her seeing you so broken. So incomplete without Cassie.

But she thought bringing you to this party might allow you to reconnect with people. Hoping that an attempt to heal might be made. She was sadly mistaken. She should’ve known that when she remembered that most parties involved the addition of alcohol. Leaving her to submit to her mistake and try and take care of your drunken state that could barely stand up on its own.

She was scared. Fearful of how long you were going to put yourself through this.

You had managed to get away from your sister. Sitting on the edge of the couch and smoking some dude’s joint that he offered. But your gaze and mind were set on Cassie, who coincidentally was standing in the kitchen with Lexi. And you should’ve stayed sat down. Kept your mouth shut and enjoy this feeling of freedom for a little longer. But the growing knowledge of the fact that she was here built until you couldn’t handle it. Standing on your two untrustworthy legs and stumbling toward the kitchen.

And when you entered, even with the pounding music, it seemed everyone around you quietened down. Not out of some romanticizing way that all these kids try to describe. But like a bad joke in a bar. An awkwardness that was physically painful to be succumbed to. That’s what you got when you entered the kitchen to grab a drink. Feeling the gaze from the sister’s eyes as you poured the Rum into a red solo cup.

Things weren’t supposed to be like this.

Glancing over your shoulder, you found that Lexi had slipped away. Cassie is left to stare down at her feet and sip from her cup. Not daring to make eye contact with you for whatever she may be feeling. Either out of respect or fear of what you might do or say if she says anything or looks at you.

“Night been good?” Your question shook her from her forced gaze. Lifting it for a moment to find you facing her now, a tired look on your face. Circles under your eyes with a casual and slow flow to what you did. If it was blinking, licking your lips, or taking a sip of your drink.

Cassie exhaled heavily. “As much as I like parties, this one is not my taste,” she said, flashing a tiny smile. One that you missed. “Hard to feel welcomed or relaxed when almost everyone hates me.”

You sighed, shrugging as you glanced around. “Yea’, that’s part of it. But half of these people aren’t even going to remember you or me when we all go on with our lives.” You hiccuped, running a hand through your hair. “We will all just be ghosts that won't be thought upon in ten years.”

Something about that made Cassie purse her lips. Tilting her head slightly to stare at you softly with a concerned look taking its place on her face.

No matter the time that may pass, you knew you belonged to her. To the time she made for you. To the way she saw you. Or to how she saw the world. Maybe it was still the pain that made you think this. But you knew that when you tried to place a different girl in her place, you could only see her in their place. Leaving you to pick apart the imperfections of the girl compared to Cassie. And it always left you in a shittier situation.

“Please, Cassie,” you drunkenly pleaded. It was a weak murmur. A pitiful one. Maybe it was the fear that you had for anyone to see you like this. But this was the girl of your dreams you were thinking about- Who was standing in front of you! You couldn’t act like none of this didn’t hurt you. “I need you. We can forget what happened. You are the only thing that makes me care about this life.”

Cassie, being sober and clearly worried about your state, sadly shook her head. “Y/n, we can’t. I’m with Nate now,” she told you. “And I can’t act like I didn’t hurt you. I’m saving you from getting together with me.”

You shook your head, hands grasping hers desperately. “I can’t do this without you-”

“Get your hands off her, Y/n!” Nate appeared, shoving you back, making you stumble back. “Get the fuck out of here before I kick your head in.”

“Fuck off, Nate,” you spat, wiping your eyes. “You being here ruined my relationship. I deserve to talk to her if you decided to take everything away from me.”

“You clearly weren’t giving enough to her, Y/n,” he said. “So, grow the fuck up and move on.”

His words were harsh and a painful reality check. Even through the drunken, wobbling haze resting over your senses, you understood and agreed to a certain extent. But it didn’t alleviate the pain in your chest, unable to restrain the shaky weep that sounded from your trembling lips.

And in an extension of that, you couldn’t stop yourself from shoving Nate back. Having enough strength that moved him back a few steps. “You are a fucking joke, Nate!” You spat. “You put a gun to my sister’s head! You blackmail people to get what you want-”

“Y/n, I suggest shutting up-”

But you interjected the warning. “Or what? Hmm? You gonna beat the shit out of me, Nate?” You barked. “I bet your father would be really proud of you-”

And no one was able to react in time when Nate punched you across the face. The pure strength knocked you on your ass, bashing your head off something in the process.

“What the fuck, Nate?” Maddy exclaimed, running to your aid. Kneeling down and holding your face that twisted and turned in agony. Looking up at her ex and yelling, “You are a real fucking piece of shit Nate, you know that? He’s too fucking drunk to even defend himself!”

“I told him to stop, Maddy. He’s too drunk to even fuckin’ listen!” The boy defended. “Keep your brother in check or I’ll fully beat his ass- What the fuck?”

Maddy frowned upon seeing Nate’s eyes flicker to you. But when she looked down, she saw you start to seize. Body shaking violently, eyes rolled to the back of your head. A pool of blood begins to build around the back of your head making everyone start to freak out.

“No. No, no, no. Y/n? Hey, Y/n! Wake up- Wake up, Y/n!” Maddy’s trembling body managed to pull yours onto her lap. Whimpers that had fallen from her lips were now evolving to uncontrolled sobs as foam pooled from the corners of your mouth. “Hey, hey, hey! You’re alright! You’re gonna be fine!” She wiped desperately, hoping you might come back to reality.

“Maddy, is there anything-” Cassie, who was just as worried as Maddy, tried to speak up. But when she looked down at you, she found you still. Far too still. At that point people

But her words were halted when she received a glare that sent a chill down her spine. The complete hatred and wrath that sat in front of her eyes scared her. “Yeah.” Maddy pulled your lifeless figure into her chest, inhaling your scent. “Save everyone the trouble and go fucking kill yourself, Cass.”

Cassie stared at her friend, unable to hide the tears and hurt that she felt. She should allow to hold you just like Maddy was. She should be allowed to mourn you. But from the way Maddy held you so protectively, so desperately, she wasn’t given the privilege.

As everyone filtered out of the house, Maddy still stayed sat on that dirty kitchen floor. Legs feeling the warm touch of your blood with her thumbs stroking over your cheeks. Her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she stared softly down at your lifeless features. The hollowness in your eyes. She used to wonder what rested beyond them.

She guessed she would have to continue to speculate…

Her hand softly held your face, smiling brokenly down at you. A harsh stutter of a inhale racked her chest. Her warm breath fanning your cold features. “We were supposed to lose our minds together.”

[aphilayx]

Dally, Eva and Amalia as child. They're so cute.

And Ruel as a baby, and younger.

[adoristsposts]

growing up is | quinn hughes

author's note; i love a hughes boy and i love a ruel song. also my keyboard has a wonky r key right now. pls bare with me and any spelling mistakes because of it. summary; in which quinn has a hard time coming to terms with the road your relationship has taken. inspired by growing up is ___ by ruel. word count;warnings; angst, mentions of drinking & smoking, mentions of sex. characters; quinn hughes x reader

Heard you moved out of town on the weekend. Understand, but I'm sad that you're leaving. Are you up making friends with the ceiling? Yeah, I know the feeling

Quinn wondered if his brother could hear his frown down the phone. He held it to his ear, refraining from a grimace as Jack described how he had just helped you move out of you first apartment. The one Quinn had helped you pick out.

I wasn't trying to let you down, I was just working my shit out. I'm sorry I didn't know how much I led you on

He could remember where your friendship had stuttered, becoming complicated and messy and unbearable. You had wanted so much more than he could give you. He blamed himself. Hockey was his life, and he had chosen his passion for it over any hope of a life with you.

Growin' up is weird, sleep with friends, break a heart

The two of you had first slept together on a Saturday night. Jack had friends 'round to hang about the firepit and Quinn was facing a self-imposed confinement to his room because of it. You, however, were his biggest opponent in that. He could hear you laughing, howling with delight. After an hour of sitting thee, waiting for you to start sulking that he wasn't there, he finally left his room. Only to loiter in the kitchen for a few minutes, but it was enough. Before long you were holding a quiet conversation with him. It only took an hour or two for the older boy to escort you back to his bedroom.

Question everything you thought

The one night stand had left his head spinning. He was far too infatuated with you. You lingered on his sheets and clothes, and he couldn't step foot in his bedroom or even glance at the clothes you had helped him discard without thinking of you. It wasn't long before it happened again. He never realised that his interest in you could spiral this far.

Split a pill, smoke a dart. Growin' up is weird, fall in love for a year

He lit up with Luke months later, the off season giving them a rare opportunity to partake in the regular activities of older brother corruption. And as Luke's faced twisted as he tried to hold the smoke in, he said "So, when are you two going to admit you're in love?" "Shut up." Quinn laughed. He reached over and plucked the blunt from Luke's fingers. "We're basically just fuck buddies." He clarified, taking a long draw of it and then rudely blowing the smoke back into his brother's face. "For like, a year." Luke pointed out. Quinn just shook his head, and so the younger boy laughed "Fine! Call it what you want. We all see how you two look at each other."

And then I disappear, wish that you were here

The conversation had really thrown him off. Quinn was now hyperaware of how he treated you. He was blowing you off, ignoring your texts. He wasn't in love with you. Definitely not. Probably not. The distance was affecting him. He spent practices wondering if you were thinking of him and games wondering if he would catch you in the crowd. He was distracted and it was throwing him off. He didn't miss the looks from his teammates. He knew he either had to call it off officially or go crawling back to you.

Growin' up is strange, get too close, push away, thinking you would do the same. New regrets, new mistakes

For a while, Quinn chose the second option. It was just sex. Right? That's what he told himself at the club with you, his brothers, and some of their friends. You had brought some of your own, chatting away happily. Quinn only noticed your distraction because he was playing his game on how long it lasted. He needed to show himself you weren't all he wanted anymore. One day you would find someone and decide your fuck buddy status was discardable. He needed to know he could still play when that happened, still live. So he picked a girl and before long his tongue was down her throat. He felt giddy with alcohol and guilt, especially so when he turned to see your back as your friends escorted a crying you out of the club.

Growin' up is strange when the one who's to blame is lookin' at the mirror, wish that you were here.

He needed a haircut. It was shaggy and dishevelled and he didn't have you to carefully trim the edges when it annoyed him anymore. Of course the thought only enraged him more as he looked at himself in the mirror. His jaw locked as he saw the physical proof of how far he had fallen since fucking it all up. He covered the mirror with a towel and booked an appointment at a barber's shop.

Get emotional at two in the morning, it's a habit, know I shouldn't be callin'. Then you let me in, is that what you wanted? Is this what we wanted?

A tough game finally breaks him. He should have been asleep, exhausted from the physical and mental work he had put in for his team. Instead he's dialling your number. To be safe he had deleted your contact, but those 10 digits were engrained in his head. When you picked up your voice was raspy with sleep. "Quinn?" "Hey." He breathed out happily. "Trev's sleeping, what's up?" He paused. "Trev? As in Trevor?" He questioned. Jack's friend, his friend, player on the team he had played days ago. "Yeah uh- I thought Jack had told you. Sorry." "Oh no, he did. Don't worry. I just uh..." He bit back the tears. The lie rolled off his tongue easier than it should've. He racked his brain for an excuse. "Tough game?" You filled in for him. "I watched. I'm sorry, Q." He held back a curse. "Yeah uh. Thanks. We should catch up." "Sure." And then the two of you fell silent. There were quiet snores on your side of the phone and Quinn was hit with the harsh reality 'Trev's sleeping' meant he was sleeping next to you. "Think we can plan it in the morning?" You said. He was reminded of all the times you would say that smilingly to him about breakfast, or how he was going to sneak you out of his room without his family noticing. "Yeah. Yeah, sure."

Now you're back in town, no, I can't come around. Are we better without the what if's and doubts. Is this it? Are we both too far gone to forget, and try again?

"Quinn? Are you listening?" Jack asked. Quinn snapped out of his thoughts about the phone call you two had shared less than a week ago. "Yeah, sorry, go on." "Anyways," Jack began again, "the two of them are having a house warming next week. Since you're in town you should come." "I don't know, Jack." Quinn sighed. "She asked if I would ask you." Oh. You wanted him there.

Oh-oh, bet I'll just disappear. Oh, will I just disappear? Wish that you were here. Growing up is

But he was too old now, a year and a half between when your relationship had started with fiery passion and clashing teeth. "I have practice, I think." He lied. "But you can tell them I'm happy for them."

[songbirdseung]

younger / choi beomgyu

song recommendation: younger by ruel

non-idol!beomgyu ~ childhood friends to lovers? ~ angst / wc: 4k

(dont be a silent reader, comment and let me know what you think about the story~~)

You and Beomgyu would roam the nighttime streets together, hidden from the watchful eyes of unaware parents. The glow of the television, coupled with the stubborn persistence of bedroom lights, painted a canvas of secrets. Yet, it's been ages since you last crossed paths, the innocence that once bound you together seemingly lost in the labyrinth of time. Beomgyu's absence left you in a void, the shadows deepening as he disappeared into the darkness of a park, a departure marking the irreversible shift in the dynamics of your relationship. The echoes of those nights linger, but the connection you once shared now stands as a mere silhouette of what it used to be—forever altered, and, regrettably, never to be the same again.

At the tender age of eleven, he departed without a trace, leaving you without farewells or explanations. In the quiet of the night, both sets of parents chose not to awaken you, and when dawn broke, your innocent request for a playdate with Beomgyu was met with the somber gazes of your own parents. They delivered the heart-wrenching news that he had relocated to another city, and in that moment, at the age of eleven, you found yourself mourning the abrupt loss of a best friend of nine years.

In the soft morning light that filtered through your bedroom curtains, you excitedly approached your parents with the anticipation of a playdate with Beomgyu. The sparkle in your eyes dimmed, however, as you were met with the unusual solemnity that hung heavy in the air.

"Mom, Dad, can Beomgyu come over today? We were going to play our favorite game," you asked, innocence radiating from your hopeful gaze.

Your parents exchanged a glance, their expressions reflecting a shared sorrow. Taking a deep breath, your mother knelt down to your eye level, her eyes carrying a weight that spoke of difficult news.

"Sweetheart," she began, her voice gentle yet laced with sadness, "Beomgyu has moved away to another city."

Your eyes widened, confusion clouding your face. "Moved away? But… why? He didn't even say goodbye."

Your father joined the conversation, crouching down beside you. "It happened late last night, and we didn't want to wake you. Your friend had to leave without saying goodbye, and we're so sorry, sweetheart."

A mixture of disbelief and aching sorrow settled over you. "But he's my best friend. Why didn't he tell me? Will he come back?"

Your mother wrapped you in a comforting embrace, her words soft as she explained, "Sometimes, people have to move for different reasons, and it's not always easy for them to say goodbye. We know how much Beomgyu means to you, and we're here for you, okay?"

You nodded, tears welling up in your eyes. The room that once echoed with laughter from shared adventures now felt empty, the absence of your dearest friend creating a void that seemed impossible to fill. As your parents held you close, the pain of losing Beomgyu settled into your young heart, and the innocence of childhood faced its first encounter with the bittersweet sting of change.

-- beomgyu's pov --

Beomgyu stirred from a restless sleep, the hum of the car engine and the rhythmic pattern of streetlights flickering through the window casting an eerie glow. Disoriented and sleepy-eyed, he sat up, rubbing his eyes as he glanced around the dim interior of the car.

"Where are we going?" he asked innocently, the excitement of a family trip bubbling in his voice.

His parents exchanged a glance, and his mother turned to him with a warm smile that held a hint of sadness. "Oh, it's just a small trip, sweetheart. A surprise for you and the family."

Beomgyu's eyes lit up, and a grin spread across his face. "Really? That's awesome! Can't wait to see where we're going. Is Y/N coming too? I want to show them all the cool places!"

His parents shared a glance laden with a poignant understanding, their smiles masking a deeper sadness. "Ah, Y/N couldn't make it this time, but we'll take lots of pictures to share with them when we get back."

Undeterred, Beomgyu leaned back in the seat, his mind already racing with plans for the adventure ahead. "Sure, sure! I'll tell Y/N all about it when we're back. They'll be so jealous they missed out!"

His parents exchanged another look, a silent acknowledgment of the weight behind the words. As the car continued its journey through the night, Beomgyu's innocent excitement filled the space, unaware that the small trip he anticipated was a journey that would reshape the landscape of his life, leaving Y/N and the familiar streets behind in a bittersweet memory.

-- later, beomgyu's pov --

The car's engine sputtered to a stop as the first rays of dawn painted the sky. Beomgyu squinted at the unfamiliar surroundings, confusion etching his features as he realized they hadn't arrived at a hotel as expected, but at a house. His parents exchanged glances, an unspoken acknowledgment of the truth that had yet to be revealed.

As the car doors opened, Beomgyu caught sight of the numerous suitcases and boxes piled in the trunk — more luggage than any ordinary trip would require. A knot of realization tightened in his stomach, the pieces clicking into place like a puzzle he hadn't been prepared to solve.

"Mom, Dad, why did you lie to me?" Beomgyu's voice trembled as he confronted the truth, tears welling in his eyes.

His parents exchanged somber looks, the weight of their decision evident in their expressions. His mother crouched down to his eye level, her voice gentle but tinged with sorrow.

"Sweetheart, we didn't want to upset you. It's just that… we're not going back home this time. This is our new house," she explained, her words hanging heavy in the air.

Beomgyu's eyes widened, the weight of the revelation sinking in. "What do you mean, not going back home? What about my friends? What about Y/N?" His voice quivered, the fear of losing the world he knew becoming too real.

His father placed a hand on his shoulder, attempting to comfort him. "We know it's a lot to take in, Beomgyu. This is a new beginning for us. You'll make new friends, and Y/N will always be a part of your life, even if you're far away."

But the reassurances fell on ears deafened by the ache of change. Beomgyu felt the tears spill over, his heart heavy with the weight of leaving behind the familiar, the friends, and the home he loved. As the reality of the situation settled in, his small shoulders shook with the grief of a chapter ending, and the uncertainty of a new one beginning.

-- months later --

Months passed in the new city, and Beomgyu found himself navigating a different life. The bustling streets, unfamiliar faces, and new routines became the backdrop to his days. His heart yearned for the familiar comfort of the old neighborhood, especially the laughter and shared adventures with you.

Late at night, under the soft glow of a borrowed phone, he'd send short messages, tapping out words of longing. "Miss you. Wish you were here," he'd type, his heart pouring into each letter. The response, when it came, was a fleeting connection to the world he left behind. The distance stretched in both miles and melancholy, and he'd find himself staring at the moon, wondering if you were doing the same.

In the town left behind, you adjusted to a life that seemed to echo with the absence of Beomgyu. The familiar haunts became bittersweet reminders, each corner holding memories of laughter and shared secrets. The longing for your friend filled your days, coloring the mundane with a tinge of melancholy.

The borrowed phone became a lifeline, a precious connection to the friend who now felt galaxies away. "Hey, how's it going there?" you'd text, fingers tapping out words that carried the weight of missing someone. The brief exchanges were a lifeline, moments of solace in the midst of change.

The conversations were small, sporadic, and filled with the silent understanding that this was the best they could manage. "Remember the treehouse? I found a cool park here too," Beomgyu typed, trying to bridge the gap.

"I went to the movies last week. Missed having you there," you replied, the longing evident in the simple words.

Through these fragments of connection, a shared sentiment emerged — the ache of separation and the hope that someday, the miles that kept them apart would lessen, and they'd find themselves under the same moon again. The small texts became the threads that kept their friendship stitched together across the expanse that now lay between them.

--

The soft glow of the moon seeped through Beomgyu's bedroom window, casting a melancholy ambiance on the walls. Sulking in the quiet confines of his room, he couldn't shake the weight of homesickness that clung to him like a shadow. The dinner table downstairs, once a place of familial warmth, seemed like a world away.

His mother, attuned to the echoes of her son's melancholy, gently tapped on the door. "Beomgyu, sweetheart, dinner's ready. Won't you come down and join us?"

A muffled response, barely audible through the closed door, betrayed his disheartened state.

His mother sighed softly before stepping into the room. The soft glow of the bedside lamp revealed Beomgyu, curled up on the bed, a world of longing etched into his eyes.

She sat beside him, offering a tender smile. "What's on your mind, my love?"

His gaze remained fixed on the distant horizon outside the window as he whispered, "I miss home, Mom. I miss Y/N, and I miss everything."

Her heart ached for him. Placing a comforting hand on his shoulder, she said, "Change is hard, Beomgyu. I know it feels like everything's different now, but you're strong, and we'll get through this together. Dinner is waiting, but if you need some time, I understand."

His mother's understanding touch was a balm to his soul. Beomgyu turned to her, the vulnerability in his eyes reflecting the depth of his homesickness. "I just wish things could go back to how they were."

She pulled him into a warm embrace, whispering words of comfort. "I know, sweetheart. I know. Let's take it one day at a time, and who knows, maybe one day it will feel like home here too."

With a gentle squeeze, she left the room, allowing Beomgyu a moment to collect himself. The dinner table downstairs awaited, but in that fleeting moment, the warmth of his mother's embrace offered a comforting reassurance in the face of the unfamiliar world that now surrounded him.

-- years later, y/n's pov --

The years rolled by, carrying Beomgyu and Y/N into the realm of adolescence. In the beginning, the smartphones they now possessed became the conduits of their connection, trading messages filled with nostalgia, sharing snippets of their evolving lives. The threads of shared memories were woven into the digital conversations, creating a semblance of the camaraderie they once knew.

However, the inevitable currents of change started to pull them in different directions. New friendships blossomed, and the demands of their individual lives grew, leaving less room for the virtual bridge that once connected them. The exchanges became sporadic, a casual update here and there, their lives gradually filling with new faces and experiences.

Busy schedules and the excitement of forging fresh connections took precedence, and the once vibrant bond between Beomgyu and Y/N began to fray. The messages, once filled with the intimacy of shared memories, became sporadic echoes in a digital landscape that stretched between them.

As the years unfurled, the digital bridge that once connected them morphed into a mere echo of the past. The cadence of their lives, now pulsating with the rhythms of adulthood, left less space for the nostalgic conversations that once fueled their friendship. The bond, though not forgotten, transformed into a distant echo, fading in the background of the bustling lives they now led.

Y/N found herself standing on the precipice of an emotional crossroads. The once inseparable bond she shared with Beomgyu had become a delicate thread, and she desperately tried to hold on to the fragments of what they used to be. The shared laughter, the whispered secrets, and the warmth of their friendship seemed like distant echoes, slipping through her fingers like grains of sand.

"You and me were so, so close," she whispered to the quiet confines of her room, the weight of the words echoing in the silence. The ache of the growing distance between them pierced through her heart, a poignant reminder of what once was.

She had tried, oh, how she had tried. Late-night texts and calls filled with the essence of nostalgia were her attempts to salvage the connection that meant so much. But the responses were intermittent, the vibrancy of their conversations replaced by the echoes of unspoken distance.

And maybe that's what hurt the most—the realization that despite her efforts, the bond was slipping away. The fear she had harbored for years was materializing, and the once vivid landscape of their friendship was now a fading canvas.

"It's out of my hands," she admitted with a heavy sigh, as if confessing the truth to herself. The currents of life had taken them in different directions, and there was only so much she could do to alter the course.

"I've done what I can," she whispered, the weight of acceptance settling on her shoulders. The battle against the growing distance felt like an uphill struggle, leaving her with a sense of helplessness.

"So I just save my breath," she concluded, the resolve to hold on giving way to a bittersweet acknowledgment. The breaths she once saved for laughter, secrets, and shared dreams were now exhaled into the void of the changing winds. Yet, amidst the melancholy, a glimmer of gratitude remained—a gratitude for the moments they once shared and the indelible mark Beomgyu had left on her heart.

-- beomgyu's pov --

Beomgyu's phone buzzed once again, signaling another message from Y/N. He retrieved it from his pocket, eyes briefly flickering over the notification. The number of unread messages had reached a daunting 20, each one representing a fragment of a connection he once cherished.

Sighing, he pocketed the phone, the weight of the unread messages settling into the fabric of his jeans. The conversations with his new friends resumed, laughter and banter flowing effortlessly. Soobin, Yeonjun, Huening Kai, and Taehyun became the focal points of his attention, their camaraderie echoing the dynamics he had found within this new circle.

Yet, beneath the surface, there lingered a subtle pang of guilt. He couldn't shake the awareness that Y/N's messages remained unanswered, a stark testament to the growing gap between them. The bond that once defined his world had become a distant memory, replaced by the vibrant energy of his current friendships.

As Beomgyu laughed and shared stories with his newfound companions, the buzzing phone in his pocket seemed to carry the echoes of a connection slipping away. The unread messages represented unspoken sentiments, a conversation that had faded into the background of the bustling life he now led. And with each passing moment, the distance grew, leaving Y/N's messages unanswered in the wake of the evolving chapters of Beomgyu's life.

The laughter of Beomgyu and his friends echoed through the room as they gathered for a casual hangout. Soobin, Yeonjun, Huening Kai, and Taehyun were all there, their camaraderie filling the space with warmth. However, beneath the surface of the banter, Beomgyu carried the weight of unspoken concerns that had been haunting him.

"So, guys," Beomgyu began hesitantly, a hint of vulnerability in his tone. "There's been something on my mind lately."

The room fell into a comfortable silence as his friends turned their attention to him, their expressions shifting from playful to attentive.

"What's up, Beomgyu?" Soobin asked, concern evident in his eyes.

Beomgyu took a moment before continuing, "It's just… I've been feeling kind of guilty about not keeping in touch with someone important to me. We used to be really close, but life happened, and now it's like we're drifting apart."

Yeonjun chimed in, "Is it someone from back home? Your childhood friend?"

Beomgyu nodded, grateful for the understanding in his friends' eyes. "Yeah, Y/N. We were inseparable, but now it feels like we're worlds apart. I've been avoiding their messages, and it's been bothering me."

Huening Kai leaned forward, offering a comforting smile. "It happens, Beomgyu. People change, and life takes us in different directions. It's natural to feel conflicted about it."

Taehyun added, "Maybe you should talk to them about it. It might help clear the air, and who knows, you might find a way to reconnect."

Soobin nodded in agreement. "Communication is key. If they mean a lot to you, they'll understand. And if not, at least you'll have closure."

Beomgyu sighed, a mix of gratitude and apprehension in his expression. "You guys are right. I've just been struggling with how to approach it. I don't want to hurt them or make things awkward."

Yeonjun placed a reassuring hand on Beomgyu's shoulder. "Take your time, but don't let it eat at you. True friends understand, and if they're meant to be in your life, they'll find their way back."

The room fell into a thoughtful silence as Beomgyu absorbed the advice of his friends. The weight on his shoulders felt a bit lighter, knowing he had a support system to lean on. As they continued their hangout, the unspoken understanding between the friends became a source of comfort in navigating the complexities of evolving relationships.

In the quiet hours of the night, Beomgyu found himself alone with his thoughts. The conversation with his friends lingered in his mind, urging him to confront the unease that had been haunting him. With a mix of determination and trepidation, he decided to reach out to Y/N.

He pulled out his phone, fingers hovering over the touchscreen. After a moment's hesitation, he dialed Y/N's number, memories of their countless conversations flooding back. As the dial tone resonated, his heart raced with anticipation.

However, instead of the familiar voice he hoped to hear, an automated system responded. "The number you have dialed is no longer in service."

A wave of disappointment and realization washed over Beomgyu. The connection, once a lifeline between them, had dissolved into the void of disconnected lines. The reality of the situation hit him harder than he expected, and he felt a lump forming in his throat.

He stared at the screen, grappling with the finality of the automated message. The untold words he had been holding back seemed to echo in the silence of the room. Beomgyu was left with the weight of unspoken conversations and the stark reality that the bridge connecting them had crumbled.

Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes, the phone still in his hand. The ache of missed opportunities and lingering questions lingered in the air. In that solitary moment, Beomgyu found himself grappling with the bittersweet truth — that some connections, no matter how meaningful, were destined to fade into the echoes of what once was.

-- y/n's pov --

Deep in my heart, I felt the subtle ache of something irretrievable. The bond that once defined Beomgyu and me seemed to have reached its twilight, leaving behind an unspoken void. His number, once etched into the fabric of my contacts, now felt like a distant memory, and with a heavy heart, I decided to let go.

I knew that it's over, the unspoken chapters of our friendship sealed within the folds of time. The laughter, the shared secrets, and the camaraderie we once held dear now echoed in the corridors of nostalgia.

Deleted your number – a choice made with the reluctant acceptance that some connections were destined to dissolve. The mere absence of those digits felt like erasing a chapter of my history, a chapter that held the echoes of a friendship now lost in the folds of growing up.

So I can't call you, I thought, acknowledging the deliberate choice to distance myself. The yearning for the conversations that once filled the nights lingered, but the awareness that those calls had become echoes of a bygone era weighed heavily on my heart.

As the chapters turned, I couldn't help but wonder how we arrived at this point. The unspoken words hung in the air, carrying the weight of a friendship that had silently evolved into something unrecognizable. And as I navigated the complexities of growing up, the bittersweet realization settled in – some connections, no matter how cherished, were destined to evolve into wistful memories.

-- years later --

At the age of 22, Beomgyu and Y/N found themselves engulfed in the currents of life, their paths diverging with each passing day. The once inseparable bond that defined their younger years had become a distant memory, fading into the background of their individual journeys.

Life's demands, new friendships, and evolving priorities led them in directions that seemed worlds apart. The sporadic messages that once bridged the growing distance had become echoes in the expanse that now lay between them. The phone numbers, once etched into each other's contacts with familiarity, were now just digits in a sea of connections.

Beomgyu navigated the bustling waves of adulthood, his focus on the present and future. The laughter and camaraderie of his new friends became the soundtrack of his days, the memories of childhood adventures and shared secrets relegated to the recesses of nostalgia.

Y/N, too, carved their own path, facing the challenges and triumphs that adulthood presented. The places, faces, and experiences that defined their current lives seemed far removed from the shared landscapes of their past.

--

Y/N found themselves wandering through familiar streets, the city lights casting a glow on the pavement. The purpose of their visit was business, but amidst the meetings and obligations, a sudden wave of nostalgia led them to stroll through the old neighborhood where Beomgyu and they once shared countless memories.

On one of those down-time nights after work, Y/N decided to explore a local spot known for its charm. As they entered the venue, the familiar ambiance felt like a subtle echo from the past. And then, amidst the crowd, Y/N's eyes caught a glimpse of a figure that seemed vaguely familiar.

Squinting through the dim lights, trying to place the face. The realization struck, and a subtle gasp escaped their lips. There, in the midst of the crowd, was Beomgyu – someone they once knew so intimately but now felt like a stranger.

"I didn't even recognize you," Y/N admitted quietly, the passage of time etched on Beomgyu's features. The realization brought a strange mix of emotions – surprise, nostalgia, and an unspoken acknowledgment of the changes life had wrought upon them.

The atmosphere felt charged with the weight of unexpected encounters. Y/N couldn't help but find it kind of strange – the twist of fate that brought them to the same place at the same time, after years of drifting apart.

"Guess that people change," Y/N murmured, watching Beomgyu from a distance. The recognition was met with a pang of melancholy, a subtle mourning for the innocence of the past.

"But I didn't expect you to," they concluded, a quiet lament for the evolution of a connection that once felt unbreakable. In that moment, amidst the city lights and the gentle hum of the crowd, Y/N grappled with the unspoken complexity of seeing someone from their past in a new light.

Peeling her eyes away from Beomgyu, Y/N decided to immerse herself in the present moment, determined to enjoy her time in the city. As she glanced around, she noticed a friendly face beside her, and without hesitation, struck up a conversation with the person seated next to her – Taehyun.

Unbeknownst to both Y/N and Taehyun, the threads of their conversation began to weave together seamlessly. They laughed, shared stories, and delved into topics that transcended the boundaries of the past. It was a delightful encounter, the kind that happens serendipitously in the dance of city life.

Meanwhile, Beomgyu, scanning the room in search of Taehyun, couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. When his eyes finally landed on them, shock flickered across his face. He saw Y/N engaged in a lively conversation with Taehyun, a person he least expected her to be with.

For a moment, Beomgyu stood frozen, the realization sinking in. The person Y/N was conversing with wasn't just a stranger in this city; it was Taehyun, his friend. The friend who, unbeknownst to both of them, had become a part of this unexpected reunion.

The air crackled with unspoken emotions as Beomgyu navigated the currents of surprise and curiosity. His mind raced, contemplating whether he should approach and reveal the unspoken connections that lingered in the shadows of their past.

-- the next day --

The following day brought another unexpected encounter as Y/N found themselves in the same professional sphere as Beomgyu. Their respective companies were connecting, intertwining their professional worlds in a way that seemed almost fated. As the meetings progressed, the air buzzed with a tension that transcended the confines of business discussions.

Amidst the corporate chatter, Y/N and Beomgyu found themselves in the same room once again. The air was thick with unspoken history, the echoes of their past converging with the realities of the present. As the formalities of business unfolded, they eventually found a moment to step aside and talk, the weight of unspoken conversations hanging in the air.

"Tryna get in touch with you," Y/N began, their tone carrying a mix of frustration and longing. "I don't know where you've been."

Beomgyu met their gaze, a flicker of recognition in his eyes, as if acknowledging the echoes of missed connections.

"Have a conversation, but you'll never let me in," Y/N continued, a raw honesty punctuating their words. The years of distance and unspoken sentiments were etched into the lines of their expression.

"I've tried with you a thousand times," Y/N confessed, the weight of the past hanging between them like a heavy curtain. The frustration of unanswered messages and unspoken sentiments colored their words.

"Maybe I don't have to play the bad guy in the end," Y/N reflected, a plea for understanding. "Because I've been trying hard enough to be a better friend."

The room fell into a heavy silence, the unspoken tension hanging between them like a fragile thread. Y/N's words lingered, a poignant acknowledgment of the attempts to bridge the gap that had grown over the years. The business connections may have brought them together, but the weight of unresolved emotions hovered in the air, leaving them standing at the crossroads of what once was and what could never be again.

Beomgyu listened to Y/N's words, a knot forming in his stomach as the weight of their shared history became palpable. When Y/N finally paused, he took a moment before responding, his voice carrying a mix of regret and sincerity.

"I know," Beomgyu admitted, the weight of unspoken apologies echoing in his words. "I've been avoiding things, and I'm sorry for that. Life got complicated, and I let it push us apart."

Y/N met his gaze, a flicker of understanding mingling with the frustration. "I've tried reaching out, but it felt like you'd built walls. I didn't know where to find you anymore."

Beomgyu sighed, a heavy exhale of acknowledgment. "I messed up, and I should've been more open. It's just… things changed, and I didn't handle it well."

The air between them held a tense quiet, the unspoken words lingering in the space. Beomgyu gathered the courage to speak again. "Maybe we can't undo the past, but I want to try to make things right now. I want to be a better friend, Y/N."

As the weight of their shared history hung in the air, the conversation unfolded, carrying with it the potential for understanding, forgiveness, and the possibility of rebuilding a connection that had once been an integral part of their lives.

Beomgyu, sensing Y/N's reluctance, took a breath before speaking, determined to convey the sincerity behind his words.

"You don't know me like you used to," he acknowledged, recognizing the layers of time that had altered the familiarity they once shared. "You can leave, but I refuse to."

He saw the skepticism in Y/N's eyes, a lingering doubt that hung between them. Beomgyu continued, his voice steady, "You can tell me that I'm crazy, but I won't stop."

He could sense the hesitancy, the wariness in Y/N's posture. "And this won't make me," he added, the unspoken commitment to rekindle the connection they once had. "I know things have changed, and I can't erase the past, but I'm willing to try. We can navigate this together, Y/N, and maybe find a way back to what we once had."

The sincerity in Beomgyu's words hung in the air, a plea for a second chance, a chance to rebuild and redefine the connection that had slipped away over the years. The ball was in Y/N's court, and Beomgyu awaited their response with a mix of hope and determination.

[junos-ocean-galaxy]

I only just realised that this is such a black brothers coded song 😭

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The Warrior of Five AU

In this AU Yugo, Adamaï, Tristepin, Evangelyn and Amelia are all incarnation of their respective races' greatest warrior. The Twelve (technically thirteen) Gods of the World of Twelve sensed something sinister is threatening the world, they are unable to interfere directly, so they reincarnate their greatest warriors to put the world back in balance.

So among The Twelve, the Dragon God, Iop God, Cra Goddess the Sadida God are picked to reincarnate their warriors.

However, something went wrong in the process. The Dragon God's greatest warrior are his sons, a pair of twins whose mother is the Eliatrope Goddess. The twins are unable to exist without the other since their souls are stuck to one another, and as a result, the one extra soul messed up the ritual.

The warriors ended up separated from one another, in a younger form without any memories of their mission. Luckily, the Tofu God (also known as the Messenger God, a minor god) has an idea. He used the Tofu birds to give the young warriors a message when they appear; when the time comes, go to Emelka.

In this AU, Alibert finds Yugo and Az in his stroller as usual.

One day, when Yugo was about a year old, Alibert was running his inn as usual with Ruel visiting him.

Alibert gives Ruel his usual meal, but before the older Enutrof could dig in, it was immediately stolen by a little kid.

Ruel manages to cut the kid off, so they immediately runs upstairs.

Alibert follows suit because he's worried about Yugo. When he arrives upstairs, Yugo was wide awake, safe in his crib, and is laughing and smiling at something under the bed.

Ruel grabs the kid from under the bed and saw that it was a young Iop who has a mouthful of his stew in his mouth.

Alibert feels sorry about the kid and offers to remade the stew for Ruel if he let's the boy go.

After the Iop kid gets his fill Alibert asks him where he comes from.

The boy doesn't remember much, except that he got a message from someone urging him to go Emelka and find an inn.

Of course, Alibert and Ruel are confused, but they can't leave a kid all alone without their guardian in sight. So Alibert takes the kid in.

Ruel warns Alibert not to get too close with the Iop kid while he search for his parents around town, because Iops are one of the races that became very hostile if their young is threatened.

The moment Ruel returns and came empty-handed Alibert gains another son.

Meanwhile, in the Sadida kingdom, King Sheram Sharm came face-to-face with a toddler who suddenly appear in his throne room.

He asked everyone whose child was missing, and when no one came to take the girl he takes her as his own.

Fast forward a couple of months later, Amalia came running to her dad with a young Cra in tow.

Again, King Sheram Sharm can't find her parents, but he can't just adopt the Cra girl like he did with Amelia due to very complicated reasons, so he assign the girl, now named Evangelyne, as Amelia's lady in waiting.

Fast forward 11 years later, the group finally met and when they do, they finally remembered about their true origins. It's basically the Spider-Man meme. They pointed at each other and shouted, "IT'S YOU! Where the hell have you two been!?"

Ruel was confused, how did Yugo and Pinpin knows these two girls?

So yeah, the whole journey is basically Ruel being confused while the other four tries to find a way to jog their memories while to Oma Island and prevent whatever catastrophic event from happening.

Adamaï, upon meeting Tristepin felt competitive. He's far behind in his ranking of best bro in Yugo's list.

[unagidevi]

PINNED POST AND INTRODUCTORY

A long one, but I'm sure you can make it

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Table of Contents

-Introduction

-Tags and Meanings

-Discord Server

-Art Rules

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Introduction

Hello, I'm unagidevi but please refer to me as Dev, Devi or Devion. People usually use Dev or Devi, but any of those three work. I have High-Functioning Autism, and ADHD. I was diagnosed when I was younger by a proper doctor. I like doing art, and writing. I also really love fantasy type stories or art, that is one of my favorites.

Some Fandoms I'm in:

Isaac Beamer Versus the Supernatural (IBVS)

Warrior Cats

Gacha by Luni/Lunime

The Umbrella Academy

Undertale / Dreamswap

My posts usually consist of Undertale, IBVS and Dreamswap. There isn't much of the others on here. I am writing two stories right now, a fantasy AU that follows two princess and a Dreamswap AU thats called Whimsical Dreamswap.

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Tags and Meanings

I am sincerely sorry with how far this will probably go on, but I am going to do my best to shorten it. Blue is for OCs and Stories, Pink is Main Tags, Red is for tags relating to me, Orange is for other, Purple is for shipping. I won't be listing the Dreamsleep characters here because it takes awhile.

dreamsleep explanation - a dreamsleep tag that you can see what info there is.

dreamsleep explanation / drmslp - the fantasy AU that follows Dream and Nightmare and their travels.

asks for dev - just normal asks

devs anon asks - anon asks

dev rambles like a lunatic - rambling about anything and everything

whimsical dreamswap / whs ds - fantasy au of dreamswap

dev doodles / dev wips - doodling, sketching, etc

finchfeathers - finch and dream ship tag

magpie - blue x cross ship tag

bluetooth - blue and hacker ship tag

paintedwings / fink - finch and ink ship tag

burntstring - finch and error ship tag

tatteredwings - finch and cross ship tag

skullcandy - hacker and cross ship tag

terrorvisions - randy and dream / gay dads tag

stellars jay - blue and finch ship tag

starryskies - hacker and nightmare ship tag, reference to @starryelem

redsoul - dreamsleep ship, klaus and mal

izzy coleman / noel barker - normal ocs in a normal world

dakota feverview - dreamswap oc

rory caskey - ibvs oc

casimir dream / akli nightmare - whs ds

swindler ink / cobalt!blue - whs ds

anwar bobby / rana randy / kamaxe hacker - whs ds

arcane or arc error / azeban cross - whs ds

lorcan finch / anika whsds / whsds tank / whsds albert - whs ds

dev the simp - some tumblr ask blogs give me this name

devs pets - one or many of my tons of pets

dev ideas - dev performs an idea thats probably bad

devs ao3 - links

whs ds fanart - fanart of whs ds

drmslp fanart - fanart of dreamsleep

icterid 'starling' fink - fink shipchild, shared with @starryelem

nolan 'peridot' silva - ds errormare shipchild, shared with @starryelem

nelson 'ruby' silva - ds errormare shipchild, shared with @starryelem

hypno carmine - koriot and cross shipchild, shared with @starryelem

lavender von licht - adopted child of dreams, shared with @starryelem

[askers username] - you asked me.

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Discord Server

Come join my discord server. Please follow the rules, and do not make any remarks that will be a problem. You get two warnings before a ban. If someone is giving you problems, please let me know and don't take it upon yourself.

Please remember to follow the rules, i can't stress that enough.

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Art Rueles

Why do I have Art Rules? It's just a mild safety percaution.

-Do not steal my art and label it as your own.

-If you use my art for any purpose, just don't use it for nefarious purposes and at least credit me.

-Don't download and repost it, calling it 'exposure'

-Requests and Commissions are always open. Ask for Requests through my ask box!

-Please do not trace my art, thank you! Heavily referencing or just Referencing is fine.

[vi0lens]

*   ◟   :   〔   nattawin   wattanagitiphat   ,   cis   man   +   he   /   him   〕   WITTAYA   ‘   WIT   ’   NATHARUETAI   ,   some   say   you’re   a   THIRTY 2   YEAR   OLD   lost   soul   among   the   neon   lights.   known   for   being   both   LOYAL   and   GULLIBLE,   one   can’t   help   but   think   of   HARD   SOMETIMES   by   RUEL   when   you   walk   by.   are   you   still   an   UNDERGROUND   FIGHTER   at   RALPH’S   BOXING   GYM,   even   with   your   reputation   as   the   DISHONORED?   i   think   we’ll   be   seeing   more   of   you   and   CREASED   WHITE   BUTTON   DOWNS   WITH   RIPS   IN   THE   SEAMS,   LEAVING   NO   SKIN   UNBRUISED,   THE   THING   HOLDING   YOU   UNDERWATER   UNTIL   YOU   BEG,   although   we   can’t   help   but   think   of   FRANK   CASTLE,   SIMON   RILEY,   TYLER   DURDEN   whenever   we   see   you   down   these   rainy   streets.

FULL NAME wittaya natharuetai.  

NICKNAME(S) wit, taya.

AGE thirty2.

GENDER cis man.   

PRONOUNS he/him.   

SEXUALITY bisexual, kinsey scale 3.   

BIRTHPLACE bangkok,  thailand.    

RESIDENCE apartment in east village. 

OCCUPATION        fighter at ralph's.   

RELATIONSHIP STATUS divorced. 

EDUCATION           high school diploma.   

FAMILY henrik peerenboom , adoptive father. chimlin yongwaree , mother.    aranya natharuetai , younger sister. tbd , older brother.

SKILLS expert in mixed martial arts and boxing, trained in taekwondo, gunmanship, and military strategy. skilled in hostage negotiation and computer literacy.

LANGUAGES thai , first language. english , second language. german , spoken with adoptive father.

POSITIVES loyal, charismatic, honorable, determined, empathetic.    

NEGATIVES short - tempered, curt, self - destructive, avoidant, stubborn.     

HEIGHT 5′11.     

ENNEAGRAM type 8 , the individualist. 

MBTI isfj , the defender.   

                     &.     backstory.     tw:    death, alcohol abuse , mentioned violence

the   first   year   of   his   childhood   happened   in   thailand.   he   and   his   elder   brother   were   born   during   the   asian   financial   crisis,   which   epitomized   their   mother's   stress.   she   made   the   difficult   decision   to   go   to   america   with   her   new   husband,   henrik.   henrik   loved   her   boys,   more   than   anyone   could   ask   for.   he   renamed   them,   taught   them   german,   and   when   they   had   a   third   child,   a   girl,   he   didn't   treat   them   any   differently.

wit   loved   his   siblings   more   than   in   the   world.   he   and   his   elder   brother   bonded   over   their   time   in   thailand,   and   their   experiences   immigrating.   his   elder   brother   told   him   stories   of   things   he   didn't   quite   remember.   and   wit   adored   their   half-sister,   aranya.   he   peeled   her   fruit   for   her,   and   he   kept   her   safe.   wit   was   very   heavily   affected   by   expectations.   being   quite   a   gifted   child,   everyone   was   always   saying   how   far   he   would   go,   so   he   shouldered   it.   he   shouldered   everything.

upon   graduation,   wit   went   straight   into   the   army.   he   wasn't   a   fan   of   senseless   violence,   but   had   a   dream   of   a   good,   honorable   soldier   that   he   could   never   escape.   his   morals   threatened   to   strangle   him.   his   ideals   were   throwing   him   out   the   window.

he   was   a   good   soldier.   it   was   only   a   few   years   before   he   was   given   his   own   command,   and   was   stationed   overseas   to   protect   a   smaller   country   from   common   enemies.   with   a   stroke   of   luck,   his   experience   was   mostly   saving   lives.   

when   wit   turned   twenty   -   one,   he   met   an   english   journalist   named   katherine   hansen   at   a   bar.   he   was   enamored   with   her,   with   her   ideas   for   articles,   with   her   bravery   in   her   reporting.   a   year   later,   they   were   married.   

his   sister   died   when   he   was   off   -   duty.   he   was   twenty   -   four,   and   in   new   york   to   see   their   parents.   his   mother's   phone   rang,   but   wit   answered   it.   wit   made   it   his   job   to   watch   his   sister,   so   it   only   made   sense   that   he'd   be   the   one   to   identify   her   corpse.

it   all   fell   down.   he   didn't   believe   their   story   immediately.   sure,   the   body   looked   like   aranya.   but   he   would   feel   it,   wouldn't   he?   he   would   know   it   in   his   bones   that   she   was   dead.   katherine   attempted   to   calm   him,   to   convince   him   it   was   the   grief   talking,   but   wit   marched   right   up   to   aranya's   office   and   tore   the   place   apart.   

in   return,   it   only   took   a   few   weeks   for   aranya's   employers   to   ruin   his   life.   he   didn't   know   then,   of   course,   that   it   was   them   who   discharged   him.   who   disqualified   him   from   benefits.   who   set   the   ball   rolling.

the   discharge   hit   him   hard.   he   started   drinking,   and   wouldn't   sleep.   katherine   knew   she   didn't   have   to   put   up   with   it.   she   left   him   the   card   for   a   therapist,   and   went   to   stay   with   her   parents.   wit   responded   with   divorce   papers.   

wit   didn't   start   fighting   until   he   ran   out   of   cash   for   whiskey.   but   when   he   did,   it   kind   of   helped.   he   had   to   stay   sober   for   fights,   and   getting   a   few   good   hits   in   grounded   him.   the   problem   was   that   he   got   good.   so   good   he's   not   sure   they'd   left   him   quite   if   he   wanted   to.   a   bet   on   wit   is   a   sure   one.  

[jovianjournal]

February 2024 (comics time)

took me a while to finish this post because i actually had to work, for once.

Kimi ni Nidome no Sayonara wo / Un second au revoir -- Takogawa Takomaru, Tanaka Tomo, French translation by Essia Mokdad

I saw this manga in my local bookshop and i picked it up because the art looked really cool, but it's not the kind of story i usually read: it's a... psychological horror mystery with some supernatural elements? The story begins when a young man goes to the funeral of a childhood friend who had been missing for several years and whose body has just been discovered, hidden for all this time in their old high school. At the funeral, he gets attacked and wakes up in the body of his younger self, a few months before his friend's disappearance.

For me the main appeal is the art and the vaguely homoerotic ultra-toxic friendship, the plot is sometimes a little lacking, a little tropey. At the time of writing, there's still one volume to be published in France at the end of the year and i'm looking forward to the end of the mystery, because i've guessed some parts of it, but there's some time travel shenanigans that still need clarifying. overall i'd recommend it! (although: tw for child abuse & violence)

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Country Diary - Haru kara natsu e -- Ishino Aya, French translation by Gaëlle Ruel

Sometimes you read a book and you think the whole time "gosh i wish i was living in this story". A 2 volume series about a university professor who quits his city life to buy an old abandoned house in the countryside, where he befriends a local carpenter and learns to tend his field with the help of his farmer neighbours. Very Story of Seasons, very cottagecore fantasy. A sweet lil story about community and frienship and craft and nature and... idk it's just really cosy and charming.

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Blue Period (volume 14) -- Tsubasa Yamaguchi, French translation by Nathalie Lejeune

One of my favourite currently running series, about a fine art student and his art school adventures. Lot of really interesting stuff about art and being an artist. This volume focuses on some of the side characters, who are truly the strength of the story, a big cast of colorful weirdos.

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Dungeon Meshi -- Ryoko Kui, French translation by Sébastien Ludmann

Okay unless you've been living under a rock you've probably heard of delicious in dungeon, who was adapted into an anime earlier this year. I'd been meaning to read it for a very long time and after watching the first couple episodes i finally bit the bullet... and binged the whole thing in a couple months. Exactly the Kind of Story I Love : fun fantasy with complex worldbuilding, great characters with complex relationships, expert comedic timing, beautiful art, complex themes in a silly wrapping... can't recommend it enough.

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Rivages Lointains -- Anaïs Flogny

A story about gay mafiosi in mid century america. Great art, great ambiance, i just wish there was at least one character i could root for. don't get me wrong i'm all for morally ambiguous anti heroes, but they either need to have some likeable traits or to be fun to hate. These guys are mostly just unsympathetic. I still really liked it tho!

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Squire -- Nadia Shammas, Sara Alfageeh, French translation by Florent Degletagne

ooooh this one was really good. it took me a long time to read, because i'd heard great things about it, but it's a thick one, and i was waiting for the right time to read it. Second world fantasy with middle eastern vibes. the authors are palestinian and cisjordanian (if i remember correctly) which add an extra layer on the themes of colonization throughout the story. I loved the secondary characters and i wish they got more time to be developed, but other than that it's a great story that felt extremely relevant.

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that's all folks, see y'all next time

[roll-for-dexterity]

"You can still save her... You can still protect her... All you have to do- is go and find her for me... Now go my pitiful lieutenant! After all... What Brother are you if you don't?"

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Behold- the inciting incident of the next episode of my fiances campaign! -.-' Yall have no idea how hard I built his stat block, like for real guys...

For context and story: Lady Mairya has gone missing after leaving the saftey of the palace rueled by Smithy's younger brother- Prince Pressley, as she had something seeming to call out to her and wished to see what it was. With her lack of returning within the expected time, an ancient stone grew angry and forced Pressley's hand into seeking her. It was with this forceful push that the stone then used Vane's own weakness against him- infesting his mind with its dark influence to go find his precious sister and bring her back to thw palace at once...

And that's when I realized it was perfect to nail down how my fiance can see how his encounter works. Tad freaky, and refrential of the monsters in Until Dawn and The Predator, since as you see... Vane can see by motion... Do with that battle info as you wish.

I also wanted to draw his little Aeros too, and had their desigh play into a joke that all of Smithy's other weapons call him 'cyclops' and its great. -^^-

[slytherintragedy]

♡ FULL NAME: Nikolai Regulus Atreides-Nightstar ♡ KNOWN AS: Niko, Nik, Kai, Kola ♡ BIRTHDAY: May 31, 1961 ♡ GENDER & PRONOUNS: Male - He /Him ♡ ORIENTATION: Biromantic, Demisexual ♡ BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood ♡ HEIGHT: 5’7” ♡ WEIGHT: 127 lbs ♡ EYE COLOR: Brown, sometimes changes colors ♡ HAIR COLOR: Naturally Black, Dark Brunette but dyes it quite often ♡ SPECIES: Wizard (Human) ♡ PLACE OF RESIDENCE: Nightstar Manor, Thornton Dale, North Yorkshire, England, Great Britain, Hogwarts ♡ OCCUPATION: Student, Entertainer, Professional Quidditch Player ♡ HOUSE: Slytherin ♡ PATRONUS: Occamy or Ocicat ♡ WAND: 10¾″, Rosewood, Fairy Wing ♡ FACECLAIM: Lee Felix

FAMILY

Rune Aeros Nightstar - Father

Shivani Jade Atreides - Mother

Twyla Black - Niece

Jinx Black - Niece

Nyxia Kalea Atreides-Nightstar - Twin Sister †

Arcane Jinx Atreides-Nightstar - Twin Sister

Rune Eros Atreides-Nightstar - Older Brother

Ayanna Rosabel Atreides-Nightstar - Older Sister

Felix Aloysius Atreides-Nightstar - Older Brother †

Kalliste Neakita Atreides-Nightstar - Older Sister

Calvin Rai Atreides-Nightstar - Younger Brother †

Zoella Aristella Atreides-Nightstar - Younger Sister †

Soren Niketas Atreides-Nightstar - Younger Brother

Sakura Skye Atreides-Nightstar - Younger Sister

Ryu Blaze Nightstar - Paternal Grandfather

Serafelle Visha Nightstar - Paternal Grandmother

Calix Sirius Atreides - Maternal Grandfather

Rosalyn Noemi Atreides - Maternal Grandmother

Jace Raiden Nightstar - Paternal Great Grandfather †

Erika Lixue Nightstar - Paternal Great Grandmother †

Noah Aiden Atreides - Maternal Great Grandfather †

Kalanie Eirene Atreides - Maternal Great Grandmother †

CONNECTIONS

Regulus Arcturus Black - Honorary Brother In Law †

Khaos Rogue Morelli - Best Friend / Crush

Ruel Adonis Greengrass - Best Friend

Davian Kieran Lestrange - Best Friend

Aelin Lareina Parkinson - Friend

Leilani Nerissa Avery- Friend

Rika Kamari Aria Prewett - Friend

Amias Reign Draven Cromwell - Friend

Kasia Selene Halliwell - Best Friend / Has a crush on Nikolai

Runa Oceane Halliwell - Friend

Severus Snape - Friend †

Emma Vanity - Friend

Bartemius Crouch Jr - Frenemy †

Evan Rosier - Frenemy †

FACTS

Is in Khaos's band, Slytherin With The Darkest Angel

Beater for the Ballycastle Bats, was beater for the Slytherin team

Ends up adopting Twyla and Jinx with Khaos

Paints his nails black, sometimes with hints of different colors

Has several tattoos and a few piercings

Loves going on adventures and exploring new places with Khaos

Loves a good mystery, loves trying to solve them

Loves being underestimates so he can prove people wrong

Loves listening to music, wizard and muggle

Acts confident a lot of the time but has insecure moments

Is fiercely loyal to anyone he cares about to the point he would do anything for them

Actually quite a powerful wizard, a force to be reckon with if one should cross him

Is proficient in Potions, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Flying, Dueling, Transfiguration, Charms, Dark Arts, Nonverbal magic, Occlumency, and Magical repair

Despite being Slytherin, he processes Gryffindor and Ravenclaw traits.

Loves causing mischief, a little trouble marker but pretends to be innocent when caught

[wileys-russo]

i just read your a.russo x reader childhood sweethearts fics and ITS SO GOOD! Your playlist for it is so solid also "Before - NIKI" and "Younger - Ruel" perfectly matches the story!

Thank you so much angel 💘 I’m glad you enjoyed!

[larebiscornue]

Disclaimer to all this I'm ablebodied so please tell me if I overstep:

Hmmm what if the rubilax arm doesn't make tristepin "magically abled again", and tristepin at one point trains to swordfight without it because even if in his own words he isn't as good at swordfighting without it he still wants to defend himself against strong enemies if say he lost rubilax.

Maybe armless isn't as swift with the sword as he was before when he had 2 arms but he still manages to improve his abilities from season 3 in his way and his disability is more aknowledged.

Maybe he gets phantom pains ..

The rest of the brotherhood, even rubi are very supportive and try to accomodate their friend as best as possible and think he's cool as shit, especially his kids.

Maybe Ruel has some extra kinship cause as we've seen in some episodes his shovel/staff aids his moving so as an older disabled guy he gives advice to the younger one even if their disability isn't the same..