#second time drawing stan with bleached hair

[frankensteinposm0]

“And I don’t want the world to see me, 'cause I don't think that they'd understand” ♡

17yo Style in my AU will always be something very important to me.

[1moreoffkeyanthem]

my wife my life, i have ojv brainrot -- will you please go into crazy amount of detail about what the style boys look like to you in the ojv? what kind of outfits they like to wear? comfort sweaters/shirts? <3 also i love you i am waving $50s and shouting louder than everyone else to be noticed i'm the ride or die bi disaster ojc kenny of the irl

ASHFVGKKVHLJK MY DARLING WIFE HI AND FUCK YEAH!!!!! Helllll yes!!! Ok ok I’m bouta go *rm Jersey voice* AWF!! (This is gonna be so long im sorry)

So OrangeJuiceVerse style my BELOVEDS!!! Ohhhhh my god these two own my entire goddamn soul! And smh they’re so pretty in their own right!!!

OJV Stan… he is a fucking stereotypical DREAM MAN! Kyle is down astronomically bad. Like I’m talkin tall dark and handsome, total sweetheart, inherently boyish charm that just makes everyone adore him! His heart of gold and that deep melancholy he sometimes gets behind those sapphire eyes make him all the more alluring! So this is what our affable Everyman looks like to me:

He is TALL (hit his last growth spurt between sophomore and junior year), like tops off at a lil over 6’2 and is the second tallest of the ojverse Star Seven also he’s BUILT AS HELL?!? In high school his physique could be attributed to the myriad of physically demanding hobbies he cycled through (football in particular when he started dreaming of going pro rip to that) and work on Randy’s Fuckass Farm (fuck u randy). But when he’s older he gets softer, sure (best pillow ever) but keeps working out JUST so he can hold every animal ever like a BABY!!! If you want an approximate art reference of young adult OJV Stan, @bunytime ’s drawings on here for SURE! Like he is tall and strong and BUILT FOR HUGS!!!

Blue blue BLUE eyes like not scary stare into your soul but this soft deep shade that reminds you of calm waters and gemstones peeking from the depths of the shadows of his brows. Just gentle waves and clear dusk light.

Ojv Stan didn’t go through the ever popular bleached hair headcanon, most of my Stans didn’t, but this one bc on the brink of a SadSack episode he mentioned getting Kenny to pierce his ears and dye his hair and (this was before they were dating) Kyle was like NO!!! Bc he always loved Stan’s classic all american look and knows him well enough to know that he would’ve hated it a few days later.

DIMPLES!! TWO OF EM!! And his smile is SO sweet his whole face splits omg my sweet boy!!! And he has tiny, almost imperceptible random scars in various places from childhood tomfoolery, especially on his hands bc he sometimes rivals Kenny in recklessness, and those hands are so rough but so TENDER when they touch you and he’s so aware of his own size and inherent ruggedness that completely juxtaposes his personality and it’s so!!! (God forgive me I’m thinking about nsfw ojv style hcs now)

Aight so OJV Stan IS greasy to some extent, c’mon he’s very Boy, but (this is important) only when he’s having a rough time mentally. Like he’s one of those people where while his horrendous lack of style doesn’t change much, you can tell by the stubble and the gross hair when he’s not doing well. Uhhh later down the timeline he has a beard tho. The bear jokes definitely emerge.

And for his style choices ohhhhh my god this man CANNOT fuckin dress!!! I’m constantly putting ojverse Stan in my clothes bc WHAT is this guy doing wearing the “Bigfoot is real I made s’mores with him” shirt and he is GENUINELY confused when he can’t wear jeans to something formal. His socks are STUPID and GIMMICKY and never match, and his wallet has a million keychains HIS BACKPACK omg like every stereotypical veggie boy he has alll the vegan loser pins and patches. Animal activist Stan forever.

A very casual dresser tbh, t shirts and jeans, sweatpants, hoodies (that have mostly been confiscated by Kyle) like he truly sucks at clothes unless he’s going stupid abt a Halloween costume. He kinda relies on Ky to know what looks good on him irl, bc Kyle is VERY reactive when he’s dressed a certain way and Kyle climbing him= ah yes I look Not Disheveled right to jail for both of them.

Oh KYLE!!! From Stan’s pov??? OJV Stan is a huge fucking fantasy loser and he only knows the word “ethereal” bc he’s a nerd and it describes Kyle. On GOD OJV Kyle is so pretty!!! Like Stanley Down Bad Marsh is ENTHRALLED!!! Always, like since he knew what beauty was, beauty was Kyle.

Ojverse Kyle keeps his hair a little past his shoulders since like freshman year of high school, his HAIRRRRR lord those gorgeous red curls, Stan simply cannot get enough of them, that ponytail, the half bun, the little braids Marj used to do when she and Ky would hang solo… dear god Stan will not shut up about his beautiful elf kings hair. Like hair wise if u want a reference picture the homie @grimsbane ‘s long hair Kyle EXEPT

My guy, OJV Kyle is TINY. Not as short as Kenny and Tweek, but close and definitely skinny to the point where if he misses a meal EVERYONE is on his bony ass bc 1) diabetes and 2) they all know his past with eds and no one’s gonna let that shit get its claws on him again! Unfortunately, OJV Kyle has a really hard time gaining weight, but as an adult he’s fully recovered, just kinda slim and at risk of health problems from the damage he did, but he’s mostly ok.

Ky topped off at 5’7 and was the tallest of the m5 in 7th grade and then EVERYONE but Kenny surpassed him WHICH he was pissed abt for a while. But he kinda stopped caring once he and Stan got together bc Stan wasn’t thattt much taller at first (and then this mf got huge) but Kyle was… VERY INTO THAT! It’s so unserious bc when they’re older Kyle’s like dude just fuckin toss me around and Stan WILL NOT because he’s NERVOUS and also traumatized from the ONE time he reinjured Kyle’s bad knee during Super Best Spicy Time (yes that’s what his loser ass named the sex playlist) but when Ky gets in the mood he wants to be manhandled frfr (I will do a nsfw headcanon post prolly) like the SIZE DIFFERENCE kyle is so spicy 100% calls the shots out here climbin Staniel like a tree.

He’s pale as fuck, cannot tan at allll this dude will not go outside without sunscreen bc he IS Sheila’s son and had it drilled into him that they are pale redheads and uv rays are not their friend, BUT his freckles are faint and so prettttttyyyyy he doesn’t even hate them bc Stan loves them and Kyle loves Stan (losers) he’s got a little group of them on his left cheekbone that Stan INSISTS looks like a heart aaaaaaaaaa

Good lord those eyes. Like you look into them and you are LOST in the most beautiful woods you have ever SEEN!!! I’m serious his eyes look like a forest, green and threaded with occasional brown like tree trunks and they are MAGNETIC!!! He is POINTY too like his features are sharp but his eyes are comfortable and it’s just a beautiful balance.

I’m fully of the belief that this lil redhead is a CHRONIC CLOTHES STEALER!!! Sneaky lil fox like if he’s comfy at home he’s 100% wearing Stan’s lame ass “earth day 2013” hoodie or some shit BUT!!!

His actual clothing is VERY much hot professional dark academia vibes the sweaters, the reading glasses, that hair, like he’s so cute in his button ups and when he stops wearing cargo pants so much in college (man likes pockets change my mind) Stan is SALIVATING bc he can see the sbf’s lithe legs better and he wants to SNAG him smh down horrendous. Kyle wears a lotta green, bc we ginger losers know that’s our COLOR and he looks GORGEOUS in jewel tones what a PRETTY BOY!!! Favorite item of clothing is DEFINITELY Stan’s Peace Love Pine Trees hoodie!!!

They do have friendship (lovers) bracelets that Kenny made them btw

Ok I THINK that’s what I got for now on what they look like but lord knows I’ll probably be more insane later NINA MY BELOVED WIFE THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS

[alister312]

Hello! I’m Alister and below the cut you can find my about me/intro post for the SP Olympics event :)

For starters, my favorite ship is of course Gregstophe aka Gregory/Christophe from the movie. I’ve got various metas and fics about them if you’re looking for characterization inspiration (or scenes for drawing inspiration 👀 my gregstophe tsot fic is my current passion project). You can find all the important stuff in my pinned post. I love them both individually as well, though I do slightly favor Christophe 😅. I’ve also got more ships with him that I enjoy, namely Damstophe (Damien/Christophe), Kenstophe (Kenny/Christophe), and Tophlovski (Christophe/Kyle)

My second favorite ship is by far Style! I love most anything with them, but particularly fond of their Stick of Truth sonas. I’m just very drawn to the concept of regal elf king Kyle in love with his noble and faithful human knight Stan (who is definitely in love with him too)… it’s a very good concept to me. I also really like very regular AUs with them, just like high school or college or domestic stuff. The one thing I will say is that I’m not really a fan of the bleached hair Stan design but otherwise go nuts!

I have a fun AU I adore that I tag as “Kendy vs the World” but usually just call it my “kendy scott pilgrim au”. As you can probably guess, it’s a Scott Pilgrim AU with Kenny as the titular Scott Pilgrim and Wendy as Ramona Flowers. Other roles include Marjorine as Knives, Henrietta, Thomas, and Clyde as Kim, Stephan, and Young Neil respectively, Kyle as Envy Adams, and Christophe as Wallace Wells. Wendy’s (Ramona’s) exes are Tolkien (Matthew Patel), Gregory (Lucas Lee), Stan (Todd Ingram), Bebe (Roxy Richter), Kevin McCormick and Kevin Stoley (Ken and Kyle Katayanagi), and lastly Cartman (Gideon Graves). It’s mostly based off the movie because I’ve seen that and I’ve only read a few of the graphic novels.

I have a few children of ships I ship that you can find if you search the tag “sp next gen” on my blog! You’re welcome to ask me more about them if you like (I have a google doc of lore) but honestly just seeing those scamps doing whatever (either with each other or their parents) would make my day 🥰

Favorite characters (besides any in previous mentioned ships I like) are Damien, Kenny, Red, Bebe, and Craig. For Craig in particular I really like Youth Pastor Craig… I’m a sucker for religious imagery! Him with Imp Tweek or Angel Kenny makes me feral every time.

I’ve got a lot of rather rarepairs that I love and always love to see! You can ask for others if you’d like but off the top of my head I think my favorites are Dyde (Damien/Clyde), Rola (Red/Lola), and Lanskov (Corey Lanskin/Davey Solokov). They may not make much sense to you but I like them lots :3

If you’re still not sure what exactly I’d be into or wanna hear more headcanons/preferences of mine, I am absolutely open to chatting or being sent anons! I love talking about pretty much anything ever

In the end, I’ll probably be happy if people do anything for me at all, so don’t stress too hard about it! I’m very excited to participate in this cool event 😎

[touch-starved-apprentice]

Okay I FEEL like I’ve posted this before, but I can’t find it, so I’m doing this (possibly for a second time). I now present (or re-present, who knows):

My Friend’s First Reaction To Obey Me Characters With Little To No Context

tw for mildly sexual humor, a lot of swearing, jokingly calling characters “daddy”, and terrible roasts.

Lucifer

GOD FUCKING DAMN

he’s what the fandom refers to as “daddy”

Simeon

Sexy priest!

(Got this friend to play through the first chapter and Asmo and Simeon ended up being their favorites)

Satan

[The card art is] beautiful! I like his style so far

*looks at his demon form* oooohhh nvm those pants have c*m stains

(We then proceeded to have a discussion about how concerningly saturated the bleach/c*m stains were)

Beel

Awwwe

He’s not a jock but he’s like...

Oh no

Oh no he’s the kid with a SoundCloud that’s constantly advertising it!

Mammon

Oh you’re a cute little....person...?

Wait he looks like Asra from the Arcana

(I got this friend to play through the first lesson and they ended up hating Mammon lmao)

Belphie

He looks like he would be every k pop stan’s pfp

Fandom’s Daddy Part 2: Electric Boogaloo

Asmo

“I want that twink obliterated.”

(Ended up lowkey wanting to cosplay Asmo. Don’t know if they’re still planning on that bc they dropped the game after a while.)

Levi

....Aoba from Dramatical Murder

Is he friends with the guy from Free! ?

Diavolo

I AM LOOKING DIRECTLY AT IT

he’s the only straight one (lmfao)

Soloman

wait...white haired sorcerer....ASRA?!

(Yeah the only character from the Arcana they like...KNOW know is Asra.)

(This person in general doesn’t feel romantic attraction like at all so they just put up with me talking about my otome games lmao.)

Barbatos

:0

I like his horns!! He’s pretty.

Luke

He reminds me of a Sakizou drawing in the best way!

[stupidannoyingassbitch]

Trouble in the Paradise (kitty gang! Jimin - art major! Tae au)

Summary: Jimin is a fucking bad ass university assassin that saves woman from trash college frat men. (we have to stan) and tae is an art major who doesn’t want to live on campus anymore so decides to get an apartment because it’s cheaper and meets his neighbor (jimin). One day Jimin is a little noisy with his one of his “customers” and tae goes to tell him off. But he sees too much. 

Genre: College Au, Vmin, Kitty Gang Jimin, Art Tae, 

Word count: 1,302

Warnings: Angst, fluff, Violence, Cursing, Sexual Themes, Smut (idk yet but just in case!)

AN: This is my first Au please be nice (im sensitive lol) but I’ve had this idea for like 2 weeks and I have a weekend off so lemme get this off my chest! I will do other ships so don’t worry! (also I can’t spell and have nails on so there’s gonna be a lot of typos please bare with me!)

Chapter 1

 Taehyung’s POV

My hands were starting to freeze as I waited on the platform for my train. I seem to be the only one taking this train since no one was on the platform other than me. 

“Attention riders, Train 7 for Seoul University is approaching. Please stand clear of the yellow lines.” The announcer says in a monotone voice.

The train approaches as it comes to a loud stop. The doors open. I collect all my heavy ass luggage and head into the empty train. I sigh as I sit down in my seat on the train. I put all my luggage and my backpack in the seat next to me. I reach in and grab my sketch book. I start to draw a line but its up turning into a stick? No. Now it’s a stem. It’s a flower stem. I put extra detail to the sepals for no reason. After I start to work on the ovary and realize my stop is coming up, so I put everything away and stand up. I get off the train to a notification that my uber is here, so I wait on the curb. My uber pulls up to the curb. The guy behind the wheel looked familiar. He had bleached blonde hair, a cat face, a gray beanie, and an oversized FG shirt with a gray flannel. He was adorable. I couldn’t help but chuckle a little when he attempted to help me with my bags.

“I’ve got them. Thanks, though.” I say while smiling down at him.

“Thank god cause I was about to give up.” He looked completely out of breath. He then looked up at me. 

“Hey, you go to SU?” He pointed out while getting into the car.

“Yeah I’m TaeHyung, I’m a second year.”

“Oh, yeah! You were in my speech class last year.” He turns the engine on and pulls off. 

“I’m Yoongi.” He smiled. I chuckle at his cute teef. 

“Yeah. I know. You’re the one who almost got kick out the classroom for your speech on Capitalism.” 

“Oh you remember that?” He smiled proud of himself.

“That’s not something you can just quickly forget.” 

“So, what’s your major? Oh, wait! Lemme guess” He gets to a red light and glances over at me for a couple seconds.

“Art major.” He says with confidence.

“Is it that obvious?” I smile.

“Ok lemme guess yours then. Politics?” He scoffs in disgust.

“Oh god, no! Architecture. I just rant about capitalism all the time.” He explains.

“Are you moving into Paradise Apartments for the semester?” He asks since that’s where he’s taking me. I nodded.

“Well it’s real nice. I live on the 7th floor.” Once the car slowed to a stop, I noticed that it’s raining a little, and we just arrived to the Paradise Apartment. I look up at the black brick building with a broken lit sign that said Paradise Apart. I put my hood on and jump out of the car to get my stuff out the back and Yoongi meets me at the trunk. “Here, lemme help you’re my last ride for the night, anyway.” This time I let him hold my backpack and carry on instead of my heavy ass suitcase. He looked like he silently thanked me. We walk through the double doors, and I was shocked. It was really nice. The ceiling was high with a huge chandelier in the middle with what l can assume is brand-new furniture and marble floors so clean I could see my reflection when I looked down. Also, it randomly smelled like vanilla. Yoongi notices my shock. “I told you it was nice.” he shrugged. We head to the elevator.

 “What floor do you live on?”

“5th.” I say as I hit the button. His eyes widen. I’m automatically confused.

“What is that a bad floo-”

“N-No, but what apartment number do you have?” He looked up at me with nervous eyes.

“95b-” I answer nervously. He closes his eyes, brings his head down and let's out a long sigh. He leans back on the wall of the elevator. 

“So you’re just gonna freak out and then act like nothing happened?” I question.

“You’ll be fine. I just overreacted.” We get to the floor. I hesitate.

“After you.” I gesture towards him. He chuckled all cool and leaves the elevator with me following him. He leads me to my apartment, 95B. I opened my door to see my apartment. Just like the pictures. Pretty average compared to the lobby, but still very nice. It was a studio, perfect. 

“Nice, so it’s just you here?” Yoongi asks.

“Yeah that’s why I got-” I was interrupted by a knock on the door. Yoongi and I exchange looks but his was a little more cautious. I shake it off and go to the door and turn the knob. When I open the door, I swear my eyes blurred for a second. Almost as if I wasn’t allowed to see what was on the other side. I see the most beautiful, petite, pink haired man I’ve ever seen in my life. His features were angelic, from his sparkly eyes to his luscious pink lips that made my mouth water. He looked very kind and had a hint floral scent. But he was so intimidating, still. He was shorter than me but I barely made eye contact out of fear. 

“Hey, I-I’m sorry to interrupt. I just wanted to introduce myself. I’m Jimin, I live across the hall in 95a.” He introduced. As I’m still in shock, I stuttered out a response. 

“O-Oh. O-Okay. Hi! I’m Taehyung. You can call me T-Tae if you want!” I shake his hand. His hand had a firm grip, but his hand itself was soft. “I like Taehyung.” He smirked up at me. I know my hand was sweating, so I let go of his hand. He chuckles at my shyness. 

“Oh hey Yoongi. I thought I saw you come in here” He notices behind me. Yoongi looks at Jimin and drops my carry on bag. 

“Yeah, I was helping Tae with his bags. But I’m about to get going back to my place.” He says annoyed while never breaking eye contact with Jimin. Jimin murmurs in confusion at his action. Then his eyes go wide in realization. 

“OH! I’m sorry I should leave. It was nice meeting you Taehyung.” Jimin reaches his arms out to me. 

“Sorry I’m a hugger!” He giggles and I awkwardly pulled him into a hug.

“You break his heart, I’ll dog walk you.” He warned with a hard squeeze of my shoulder. Chills were instantly sent through my body. Along with utter confusion. He breaks the hug looks at Yoongi with a smirk, then sends a warning glare back up at me and leaves. 

That was the first time I see Park Jimin. 

[lovelyyjh]

crazy in love || 1

↬pairing: yoon jeonghan x reader

↬genre: fluff, summer camp! au

↬warnings: none !! (for now)

↬word count: 1.6k

↬a/n: so this is the first chapter of my seventeen summer camp au!! each chapter will be labeled with it’s respective warnings, which will change with each chapter. fluff, angst, and maybe a little smut will be in this story, but not all three in every chapter. several side ships will be mentioned, such as meanie, junhao, verkwan, and a tad of soonhoon. other groups and members from these groups will be mentioned as well, namely exid, shinee, mamamoo, loona, and the rose. not all members from each group will show up, and the ones who do will not be extremely prominent. you do NOT need to stan the other groups to read this, since i won’t be using any inside jokes or references, aside from cabin names, which are explained in the intro (you can find it here). i will update as often as possible and i’m hoping to make this anywhere from 20-30 chapters!! please let me know what you all think, my inbox is always open!!

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y/n!!” you smiled to yourself as the all too familiar voice rang out from behind you while you were taking your bag out of the backseat of your car. a pair of hands found themselves on your shoulders and spun you around, causing you to drop your belongings, “oh my god, look at you! gorgeous as always. still not on my level, but you’re definitely close.”

“nice to see you too, seungkwan,” you said, smiling and hugging the boy in front of you.

“i want a hug too!” you pulled back from seungkwan to look at who was standing beside him and holding out your dropped bag to you. giggling slightly, you took the bag and slung it over your shoulder before giving him a hug.

“vernon, your hair’s gotten so long! it’s so pretty,” you complimented, tugging at a strand of hair that had fallen loose of his bandana (we’re going back to ‘adore u’ era vernon, dont @ me).

“eh, i decided to try it out. you really like it?” he asked, grinning slightly. you nodded affirmatively, “seungkwan and i just got checked in. you should go check in too, then we can walk around camp and catch up.”

“got it. i’m gonna go set my stuff down in the cabin too and say hi to the girls, but i’ll meet you by the flagpole in half an hour?” you received two thumbs up and a wave from each boy as you walked towards the booth set up in the front of camp.

“y/n, you’re here!” solji, one of the head counselors, said when she saw you approaching the booth, she and the rest of the girls in the ‘hot pink’ cabin, aka the girls’ counselor cabin, were getting everyone checked in. you smiled and waved at her, giving her a hug over the table when you got close enough. she checked your name off on a list she had in front of her and handed you your camp tote bag that all campers got at the beginning of camp. it was filled with little summer survival goodies, like a camp t-shirt that had a new design every year, a camp water bottle, sunscreen, etc.

after checking in, you made your way to the ‘wind flower’ cabin, the cabin you had been staying in since kindergarten, when you started coming to ‘camp seoul’. as usual, all four of your roommates were already there and unpacked. you had the door open for half a second before a blonde blur attacked you, wrapping her arms around your back and squeezing you tightly, before pulling away and looking you up and down.

“you look no different than last summer, y/n, just as beautiful,” solar praised, beaming at you and baring her dimples, “god, i’ve missed you.” she pulled you in for another hug before the other girls came over to greet you as well.

“i’ve missed all of you, of course.” you threw your bag on one of the beds and looked back to the girls, “anything new happen?”

“hwasa and wheein got together over the school year, but that’s about it,” moonbyul told you, shrugging and gesturing to the two younger girls, who were now holding hands. you jokingly pouted and crossed your arms.

“but now i’m gonna be a fifth wheel to you guys, since moonbyul and solar are already together.”

“you’re still my favorite girl, y/n,” hwasa said, winking at you and earning a slap from wheein.

“excuse you?”

“don’t act like she isn’t your favorite girl too, wheein.” you laughed, checking the time on your phone before getting up and heading towards the door.

“well i would love to stay, but i promised seungkwan and vernon i’d meet them to catch up, but i swear that all five of us are staying up and talking all night, okay?” you insisted before saying goodbye and walking to the flagpole near the front of camp.

seungkwan was at your designated meeting place, as expected, but surprisingly vernon was missing. instead, wonwoo and mingyu were there waiting with the shorter boy. as soon as you had gotten close enough, wonwoo turned his head after he noticed you out of the corner of his eye, a bright smile lighting up his often stoic-looking features. you grinned back and went to wrap your arms around him while saying hello, moments before you were engulfed in mingyu’s embrace soon after.

“i think you’ve gotten shorter since last summer!” mingyu teased, ruffling your hair playfully. you pouted and lightly punched his arm as seungkwan and wonwoo laughed.

“you’ve probably just grown even more, tall-ass!” you mocked, turning to face the same way as the other three as you all began walking down the path that led to each cabin, but doubled as a casual walking trail, “okay so i need to be caught up. what’s happened over the past year that i need to be filled in on?” seungkwan took a deep inhale before beginning to tell you everything.

“well seokmin fell down the stairs and broke his leg in seven different places so he was in a wheelchair for a month, joshua pushed him around the whole time because he’s an actual prince, chan finally hit his growth spurt and now he’s still short but not as much, plus he has a much deeper voice, jihoon lost a bet, so soonyoung dyed his hair bright blue, then soonyoung wanted to match so he dyed his own hair red and now he claims they’re purple together or something weird like that, jun and minghao kissed on new years eve but they claimed not to remember it, these two got together finally,” seungkwan jabbed his thumb at wonwoo and mingyu, who you now noticed were holding hands and sheepishly smiling at the ground (CUTE), “and seungcheol skipped class to bleach jeonghan’s hair in the school bathroom a few days before school ended, so now he looks even more like an angel.” your gaze swiftly shot up at the mention of jeonghan. seungkwan smiled and gave you a knowing look before elbowing mingyu next to him and pointing to you.

“yn’s gonna go nuts when she sees him. one of you two tall-asses will have to catch her when she faints,” he said, snickering with the other two boys. practically everyone knew you had been head over heels in love with jeonghan since sophomore year, except for the man himself, which you were perfectly fine with. it all started during the summer when he had hit puberty and your attention was drawn to him constantly during that month. you had always known he was attractive, but it had hit the next level that summer, when all of his features stood out beautifully. he cut his hair, which was formerly down below his shoulders, into a style where his bangs were a tad longer than the rest of his hair, and the sides were cut short, making him look princely, in a way. (i’m thinking boomboom era) sometimes he would style it in light waves, which you often liked to play with when you were both together. of course, his looks aren’t what made you fall for him. he had been sweet to you before, and you think something had been there, but it wasn’t until sophomore year that you finally understood and determined your emotions whole-heartedly. the way he changed visually just helped draw more attention to what you felt. you and jeonghan had always been closer than anyone else in the group, from kindergarten until now. though, the past few summers, you had been distancing yourself from him in hopes of relinquishing your feelings, even just a little bit. but the more time you spent away from him, the more you wanted to be around him. somehow, despite your constant awkwardness and even the most loose-lipped people in camp knowing, (cough soonyoung cough), jeonghan hadn’t the slightest inkling that you harbored a strong liking for him. and hopefully, you would be able to keep it that way. 

“shut up, seungkwan,” you muttered, rolling your eyes before attempting to change the subject, “why isn’t vernon here?” at your question, seungkwan scoffed and kicked at the dirt.

“he was busy talking to that stupid jungeun or kim lip or whatever from the butterfly cabin.” you sighed before looking up at the visibly annoyed boy next to you.

“so you still like vernon?”

“obviously. but he’s my best friend and i don’t want to ruin that or whatever,” seungkwan answered, “but if i could make out with him, i’d totally be up for ruining our friendship.” you laughed before looking over to wonwoo and mingyu, who were talking quietly.

“where’s everybody else? i want to say hello to my boys!” 

“i’m pretty sure all of them went to the mess hall,” mingyu said, pointing in the direction of the large building at the front of camp. you nodded and motioned for the other three to follow you there. 

the second you stepped inside, you noticed that a majority of the camp was already there, due to the noise level and how crowded it was. but that didn’t stop you from easily spotting the other boys from the ‘pinwheel’, ‘chilli’, and ‘highlight’ cabins talking together near the fireplace. a smile spread across your face as you hurried to the large group of boys, who were now joined by vernon. they seemed to be so immersed in conversation, they didn’t even notice you standing by them.

“i’d appreciate it if i wasn’t ignored by you guys when i haven’t seen you in almost a year,” you announced loudly, catching their attention, a chorus of “y/n!” ringing out soon after. seungcheol was the first to stand up and hug you, almost crushing you in the process. next was the extremely hyper chan, who was now taller than you, followed by the rest of the group. when you thought you had finally greeted everyone, you tried to start a conversation with jihoon, before being interrupted halfway through your first word.

“oh, so no hug for your best friend?” you tensed up at the familiar voice, slowly turning around to see a boy holding his arms out and grinning from ear to ear.

yoon jeonghan.

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Just What I Needed

or, as i’ve been referring to it in my head, The Concert Fic

summary: Eddie has been studying abroad one year in France. When he gets back, he’s greeted by his beloved friends and some unfinished business. 

pairings: reddie, side stenbrough

warnings: characters are aged up (19), underage drinking.

notes: i know i say this in all my fics but english is not my first language so yea, please be nice. likes/reblogs/comments/feedback is very much apreciated! also, this is my first time attempting to write a multichaptered fic so idk how this is gonna turn out

spotify playlist w some songs i guess that inspired me to write this??

“Remind me again why am I here”.

The music is loud, the air thick with the smell of sweat, there are way too many people breaking into his personal space, and worst of all, the floor is extremely sticky. Eddie can’t help to bounce on the balls of his feet nervously, afraid that, if he stays still, his nikes will get stuck on the spot forever. The place is called The Sewers and honestly, Eddie couldn’t have come up with a better fitting name.

Stan smirks at him “I told you, to catch up and stuff!” he exclaims, putting his arm over Eddie’s shoulders.

“We could’ve done this in a nice cafe” the short boy huffs “where everything is quiet and nice and, you know, fucking clean”.

“Hey, don’t diss the bar” his friend laughs. Eddie wants to do more than diss the bar. He wants to bring all the disinfectant he owns, bleach and clean the place from floor to ceiling. But he has to restrain himself.

“Anyway, why did we come here? It doesn’t look like your kind of scene” Eddie asks, eyeing the sea of punks, mods and goths that surrounded them. Eddie stares at their creative outfits and hairstyles, and compares them with Stan’s turtle neck, pressed pants and polished shoes. He looks like an outsider to the place.

“Eh, I’m kind of a regular here now” he shrugs. “Plus, there’s a free concert and the band is kind of good”.

Eddie hasn’t seen Stan in over a year, and while it’s true that they messaged from time to time and exchanged emails monthly, he sure feels like they’ve fallen out of touch. Although he still has the same mop of curly hair (just a bit longer) and keeps making those deadpan serious comments that leave you double guessing if he is joking or not, there’s no way to deny that Stan has changed. Is not only the way he dresses, more elegantly and fashionable (finally ditching the khakis and pressed shirts), but also on the way he puts himself out, more relaxed and laid back, less tense, as if in the past year he had dropped a huge weight off his shoulders that he had been carrying around for his whole life. Eddie knew he was going to miss a lot from his friends lives while he was away, but he is starting to realize just how much ‘a lot’ can be.

“When is Bill getting here?” Eddie asks.

“Give it, ten minutes? Fifteen max” Stan answers while checking his wristwatch “Do you want to order something while we wait on him?”.

The sole thought of touching anything of this bar with his hands, much less with his mouth, nauseates Eddie, but it’s either that or being sober and hyper aware of all the stains and nasty smells that surround him, and suddenly being at least tipsy doesn’t sound that bad.

“Lead the way Uris”.

They make their way to the bar, swimming between the tight pack of people around them. When they reach it, Stan calls a very big and menacing bartender that greets him with a smile and wonders if he will have the usual. He also asks him where did he leave his boy, and Stan blushes.

“What did he mean by ‘your boy’?” Eddie asks when the bartender is gone.

“Well…” the blush on Stan’s cheeks deepens, reaching his ears and he gets this sheepish smile that makes Eddie connect the dots.

“Oh my god. Oh my god!” he gasps “Don’t tell me that it finally happened”.

Before Stan can answer, someone ruffles his hair.

“Would you look at that! Eddie Kaspbrak in the flesh!”.

Eddie turns around to see not only Bill, but Bev with him.

“Guys!” he exclaims, hugging both of them at the same time, sloppily and almost tripping. He can’t help it. He has missed his friends.

“Holy shit I’d forgotten how tiny you were Eddie.” Bev laughs, drawing her arms around his shoulders “Your hugs were always the best”.

“You’ve gotten soft Marsh” Eddie laughs.

“W-We missed you a luh-lot” Bill says, smiling wide.

“I’ve missed you guys too” he holds them a bit tighter.

“Okay guys, cut it out, we are going to get too emotional” Stanley jokes.

They let got of the group hug and Eddie gets a better look at them. Bill is looking at him with a spark on his eyes that he hadn’t seen before, and a wide smile on his face. He seems more confident, more grounded, and Eddie can tell that from his stance to the reassured smirk on his face.

“What the fuck Denborough? You pierced your ears?” he exclaims when he notices the two small hoops on his left ear.

Bill laughs out loud “Damn, you should s-see Bev’s collection”.

Like on cue, the girl shows off not only her wide collection of piercings in various places of her ears and face (that septum nose ring suits her like hell), but sticks her tongue at Eddie, almost making him faint.

“Oooh my goood Bev, do you know what could happen to you if that shit would get infected?” he babbles while giving a pointed look to the small silver ball that pierces Bev’s tongue, earning a good laughter from his friends.

“Man I really missed your nagging Eddie” she hugs him again and even though the small boy wants to lecture her a bit more, he smiles.

“I’ve missed you all too” he whispers, pretty sure that Bev is the only one able to hear him.

“So, how was France?” Stan asks, a sly smile on his face.

“Amazing holy shit” Eddie blabbers, letting go of Bev “like, Europe? On a whole other level, I’m not kidding you guys”.

“Wuh-Well, it’s very different from D-Derry” Bill smiles at his best friend’s energy.

“Did you had escargots?” Bev asked.

Eddie shivers “No, no, no, no, no, no. We don’t mention escargots” his friends laugh at his disgusted face.

“Are boys as pretty as they look in movies?” Stan then interjects, winking at Bill, who just smiles back. Eddie makes a mental note to interrogate his best friend about whatever thing is happening between him and Stan.

“Like straight out of a dream” he sighs dreamily “They were all full lips, soft skin, sharp jaws and perfectly combed curls”.

“What the fuck happened to you and when did you become such a poet!” Bev exclaims, ruffling once again his hair. He has missed the affectionate gesture “And you say I have turned soft”.

“Hey! I’ve always been soft” he complains.

Stan scoffed “Yeah right, because I was the one who put Greta and her asshole friends in their place back in sixth grade”.

“Or when yuh-you r-ranted like a ruh-rabid dog to th-those mean kids that made fun of my stutter in f-freshman year” Bill added.

“Or when you almost got into that fight with the cheer squad for making fun of Ben” Bev smiled.

“Or when-”

“Okay, okay! I get it!” he exclaims, feeling himself turn red.

“Admit it Kaspbrak, you’ve always been a feisty little punk” Stan teases him. Eddie rolls his eyes and takes another sip from his drink.

“Talking about Ben, where is he?” Eddie asks turning to Bev.

“He should be joining us any second” she answers, checking her phone “Yup, he just texted me he’s almost here! And Mike is coming with him too”.

“Awesome!” Stan exclaims “The losers back together, this is amazing”.

“S-softie”.

“Shut up Bill”.

Eddie wants to jump into the comfortable banter his friends have fallen into, but he can’t help but think about Stan has said

The losers back together

Yeah, almost all of them.

One year ago

He checks his luggage for the hundredth time, making sure that he has his passport, plane ticket and student visa with him. His hands are shaking, and he can feel his whole body vibrate. Bill helps him taking all his suitcases down to the dorm’s driveway, where Mike is waiting for them. In silence, they all pack Eddie’s belongings into the car’s trunk.

The trip to the airport is awkward and silent. Eddie doesn’t stop looking out the window, taking in all the sights of Derry (and Maine), the ones he’s gonna miss for a whole year. Bill puts his hand on his shoulder and squeezes it reassuringly. He smiles at his friend, lifting the gaze from the landscape. There’s nothing left to say, they have spilled all the unsaid things the night before, the only night ever Sonia Kaspbrak has let his son invite over his best friend for a sleep over.

When they arrive to the airport, it’s like everything hits Eddie all of a sudden. He steps out of the car and starts crying, tripping and almost falling if it wasn’t for Mike, ready to catch him. They stay a couple of minutes like that, the muscular boy holding the sobbing mess Eddie has turned into while Bill picks all the bags by himself. When Eddie seems to calm down (and takes a puff of his inhaler) they go inside.

Bev has really outdone herself this time. The banner reads “GOODBYE EDDIE” with pastel colours and glitter and stars surrounding them. The paper looks cheap and the letters are crooked, but Eddie thinks it’s the most beautiful thing his friend has ever painted. Next to her are the rest of the losers, smiling widely and on the verge of tears. 

The first one to break from the group is Ben, who tells him how much he is going to miss him, how biology is going to stink without him to make fun of Mr King’s crooked glasses, and that he should check the Sorbonne library because the place is straight out of a dream. Eddie promises him to do so, that he will check every single book and sneak him some pictures, choking back the tears, thanking him for being such an amazing friend. 

The next one is Stan, who hugs him so tightly, Eddie is scared he might lose his breath. He feels his friend tremble and it just hits him so hard, because he has never seen Stan cry, let alone so intensely. He tells Eddie to enjoy France, and Eddie whispers back that he is going to miss his late night text conversations about boys and films and what are they going to do with their lives when they leave together this godforsaken town. When he pulls back, Stan smiles down on him, red-cheeked and bright-eyed.

Bev comes crashing on him, and there are a lot of “i love you”s, snarky comments between tears, hair ruffling and the moment Eddie tells her to “make sure none of them get into trouble or whatever fuck up”, she just places a hand on his cheek, tears rolling down her eyes and nods, muttering a simple, yet full of feeling, bye.

And finally, Richie.

The boy is shaking and it shows, all color drained from his face. Eddie is scared that he might throw up. He can feel all the losers shuffling away from them, which only makes the situation even more awkward. He tries to make eye contact with the trashmouth, but the boy has his eyes locked on the floor. Eddie’s debating whether or not say something, but before he opens his mouth, Richie pulls him into a soft embrace. Eddie pactrically buries his head on the other boys chest and he can feel Richie dropping his face onto his hair, soft lips against chocolate curls.

“Don’t forget about me. About us” he mutters in a raspy voice, quickly adding the last part. Eddie feels himself sob, tears staining Richies shirt.

“I won't” he manages “I promise I won't”.

They pull apart just a couple of inches, and with a swift movement, Richie lifts gently Eddie’s face by the chin, locking eyes with him. They stay like that for a long moment, faces close, eyes locked, tears falling silently. If they wanted, they could kiss.

But they just linger close, no contact whatsoever.

Eddie’s mind always wanders back to that day, especially to that moment in particular. He can’t help it. It’s one of the biggest what ifs of his life. And for the looks of it, it’s going to stay a mystery forever if the trashmouth was going to kiss him or not.

He really doesn’t want to acknowledge the elephant in the room, but he needs to know .

“What about Richie?” the question slips his lips before he can shut his mouth.

“What about him?” Bev asks, arching a brow at him.

“Is he coming with Ben and Mike too?” he shoots back, trying to sound as non-chalant as possible. Oh god, could his stomach, please tone it down with the nerves?

“Kind o-” to this day, Eddie doesn’t know what Bev was going to say, because she gets interrupted by a wolf-whistle and a high-pitched noise of static coming from the stage.

“Okay, okay people” a voice booms through the mic, and Eddie spots the big guy from the bar in the stage “now, the moment you’ve all been waiting for. Live tonight at The Sewers for another iconic night, please welcome Trashmouth and the Losers!”.

The noise from the audience is deafening, as three figures rush onto the stage. Eddie stares wide eyed from his spot, and he can’t help but feel that he is going to pass out. Because, right there, in the flesh, in all his beautiful glory, followed by Mike and Ben, is Richie Tozier.

He turns his eyes from the stage to his friends, who try to fight the laughter cause by his mortified expression.

“Surprise” Stan laughs, winking at him.

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A New Chapter: The Restoration

         "Excuse me, but are you Ilirria Lightsong?" Ilirria angled the hefty tome she had been reading to view the source of the question. Standing, and fidgeting quite nervously, was a Blood Elf. She brushed strands of her short, bright gold hair out of her eyes.          "I am," Ilirria answered, marking her place in the tome and setting it down. "How can I help you?"          "You probably don't remember me," the Blood Elf girl answered, "Or, rather, you will remember me, but this may be the first time we've met for you, but you'll know me in the later, since we're meeting now, and I saw you in the then..."          "Breathe," ilirria gestured to the girl to calm down for a moment. "Just tell me your name." The girl paused her thoughts, inhaling deeply, and choked a cough as the smoke in the Wyvern's Tail filled her lungs. She hacked for a moment longer, accepting the offered flask of water Ilirria held out for her.          "I'm Tila," the girl introduced herself, having drained the water skin in one go. "Tiladormi Sunhammer." Ilirria sat back, resting comfortably against the tavern wall. "Don't think we've met."          "Not before, no," Tiladormi answered, "I know you, that much is certain, and you will have need of my help soon." This, in itself, was a bold statement, if Ilirria had ever heard one, and many a time she'd heard her share of bold claims; usually from men who never gave her much say in the date they wanted to take her on. In the end, she turned them all down or stood them up, just to teach them no one speaks for her.          "And what makes you think that?" Ilirria challenged Tiladormi's statement. Tiladormi pointed a manicured finger to the water skin Ilirria offered her, and as if inflated, it grew full and sloshed with water. Tiladormi drained it once more.          "I am a Chronomancer," she answered, "And I've heard you're in need of another Chronomancer's help. And I figured, since the Sunhammer family owes a debt to the Lightsong family, this will repay that debt." Ilirria marked her place in the tome, closed it, and slid to the side of the table, now very much interested in hearing this girl out.          "And what debt would that be?" she finally asked, intrigued to hear this Chronomancer's response. Tiladormi inhaled a moment--careful not to choke any more of the acrid atmosphere of the tavern--and found her words. "Back during the Second War," she began, "Your father saved my mother from a Horde arrow. My mother swore an oath to repay that debt to your family, a debt she couldn't fulfill when the Scourge invaded. It fell to me to repay the debt and fulfill her oath, but I had no idea where or how to find you. Until now." As Tila said all of this, Ilirria sensed her sincerity, the fact she took something this seriously, she knew she meant it. Her face weakened from the bubbly, sweet expression of a girl eager and willing to offer assistance, to someone burdened with a great weight cast on them. Ilirria took a moment as she considered her words, and found herself speechless in the moment. Tiladormi's eyes sparked with a hopeful glint behind them as she looks again to Ilirria. "I'm not fully aware of your whole situation, but I know you're in need of help. And I want to help, Ilirria, more than anything, I want to help you. Not often I get to use my Chronomancy for more than entertaining others." She leaned on the table between her and Ilirria. Ilirria reached forward, taking a hand into hers.          "And I appreciate the offer," she finally answered. "Thank you, Tiladormi. I was hoping for the aid of a Chronomancer to test a hypothesis of mine."          "Is it about your brother Imara'el?" Tila asked without a beat. "I've heard about that, and the Hyper-Temporal Overlap your brothers experienced." She took a beat to summon some knowledge from her mind. "I believe there is a way to restore them. But we'll need them presently to make sure. If you can get in contact with them, tell them to meet us in the Caverns of Time." Ilirria blinked, taken aback at Tila's knowledge. She wondered how much Tila did know already, and how much else she withheld. Perhaps, Ilirria, wondered, she gained some sort of insight from her future self, which would explain her introduction. Within a few days, Imara'el and Istaniel answered Ilirria's summons, and the four met. Imara'el looked unnatural to Ilirria, dressed in ragged mail and holstering a rifle on his back. The Light-bleached hair was replaced with the more natural molten copper she remembered him having at a younger age; he looked so much like mother in those days. Istaniel, on the other hand, was lively and ruggedly handsome, reminding Ilirria of father with the soft brown hair and beard. The brothers Lightsong were so different now, changed entirely. Their unsettling presence to Ilirria didn't help matters in this sandy place, where the air in this arid cavern quivered with an intensity of magic Ilirria could never quite attune herself to. It felt like her very body was a frail leaf in the midst of a swirling storm, the power of it capable of tearing her asunder. Tiladormi, at present, offered some reassurance, seated beside her brushing sand from the pages of her tome.          "So we're here now," Imara'el was the first to speak at this meeting. "What's this all about?"          "This is about helping you two," Tiladormi replied. "Ilirria thinks she may have a way to restore you."          "It's a hypothesis at this point," Ilirria elaborated, "but with Tildormi's help, I might be able to make you whole, the way you were before." The brothers exchanged a glance to one another before returning their attentions to their older sister.          "What makes you think that we aren't whole?" Istaniel asked. "I mean, I was kind of upset and surprised how different this timeline was to my own, but I like it here. I have my sister, I have my brother, I have the Doomguard to serve again. I'm fine with this."          "Same here," Imara'el voiced his protestation. "Lira, I sacrificed myself to keep the whole fabric of reality to from shredding when Kraysh tried to destabilize my existence. I had to merge my body with another Imara'el from another timeline, but his world was doomed from the start. I'm back once more."          "Not for long, though," Tiladormi spoke up. "It's something I noticed the moment I saw you two. No doubt you must have been feeling it recently, too; some headaches that won't go away, nervous convulsions, nausea no doubt."          "What are you talking about?" Ilirria asked.          "Their bodies are deteriorating," Tiladormi answered. "In a way, the destruction of their own timelines is catching up to them. They're deteriorating in the same manner as their own Azeroth. It's only been prolonged because they were shifted from a different timeline. They're slowly, and probably painfully, going to die." The silence that fell upon the siblings Lightsong was palpable and impossible for any of them to break.          "Is it too late to ask for that to not happen?" Imara'el asked finally.          "We will have to make haste to prevent it," Tiladormi responded. "In a few days, we will need to converge in the Bronze Dragonshrine in Northrend. The temporal energies there will be sufficient to draw upon. There we can anchor Ima and Stan back to our timeline and pull versions of them from parallel timelines more stable."           There was a full moon over Northrend, and a chill in the air that conflicted with the warmth of the magic permeating the sandy area of the Bronze Dragonshrine. Ironic, Ilirria thought, that the last place Imara'el was last seen, would be the same place to bring him back. While she was lost in her thoughts, Tiladormi was busily drawing a circle in the sands around them, marking runes and places to stand. She studied the tome levitating beside her, ensuring she drew the markings properly.          "How is this supposed to work?" Stan asked, standing at the edge of the drawn circle.          "For starters, anything you're wearing from this timeline has to be removed," TIladormi answered, still fixated on her tome and drawing the designs in the sand.          "Armor?" Ima asked.          "Armor, weapons, clothes, everything, otherwise it will interfere with the magical frequencies of the ritual."          "Strip down naked in one of the coldest areas of Azeroth," Ima scoffed, "that doesn't sound like a red flag or anything!"          "Don't be such a baby," Ilirria snapped. "I've seen you both naked enough times as children, there's nothing much to look at." The two groaned and stripped. Ilirria leaned over to Tila, who looked like she very much enjoyed the show.          "Is it really necessary?" Ilirria asked concerned, "the whole stripping down, thing?"          "No," Tila shrugged at her and smiled deviously. "But can't say no to a good show, can you?" Lira took a moment to process that. "They're my brothers." she stubbornly reminded Tila. "If anyone has to make my brothers do anything humiliating for my amusement, it's going to be me."          "Fair enough," Tila sighed. "Just have to draw one more rune, and we can begin."          Imara'el and Stan stood side by side stripped naked in the center of the circle drawn in sand. Ilirria stood on the outer edge facing Ima's left shoulder, and Tiladormi doing the same on Istaniel's side. The two mages clapped their hands together, and pressed them palms down into the circle. Ilirria felt the power she held flow up from her depths, coursing through her being and into her arms and hands. Her mana flowed blue through the sand, filling out the circle and drawing it more clearly around her brothers' feet.          "Put more mana into it," Tiladormi instructed. "Once the circle is complete, the ritual will begin." Ilirria doubled her efforts, pouring her mana to flow across the circle. On the other side, she could see the iridescence of Tila's own mana, a bright shade of golden-yellow trace the circle from her side. The outer circles were traced in mana, and channels spiraling center-ward filled and surrounded Ima and Stan. The last lines were drawn, and Ilirria felt as her mana mixed with Tila's. In that moment, she could see TIladormi's life play out before her: a girl blessed by a bronze dragon in disguise at birth, capable of planting a seed, and growing it to bloom, then to wilt, then to revert to seed with but a twitch of her hand. Her parents feared her power, but loved her still. She was so lonely, unable to share her gift with anyone.  She was even worse off when her parents never returned from the Second War. She reminded Ilirria a great lot of herself, what she had and was capable of, and all the ones she loved and lost. The circle shimmered and rippled in the sand, the runes drawn floated and danced upon the area around Ima and Stan. Images, almost like large, unwieldy soap bubbles, formed in the air around the brothers, each one beholding moments in their lives that played out. They were familiar to Ilirria, some more than others, but all the same they were her brothers. She concentrated, and poured her mana forth into the circle.          "Chains of the Timeless," Tiladormi began an incantation, "Tether the vessels to the plane and rewrite the stone upon the past is written. Allow the lost to be found, and reborn upon the plane. I call forth the powers of time to reshape the sands of time." In a brilliant display of her power, Tiladormi's mana in the circle overshadowed Ilirria's, consuming her in the light of her magic. Time stilled. The air was stifling and unmoving. A pillar of light was caught mere yards above Imara'el and Istaniel, like a heavenly bolt of power cast from the Titans themselves. Ilirria could barely move in the thick viscous air, but she could see and feel everything going on. IN the distance, some yards away behind Tila, a shadow looked to be observing the ritual. Something about it felt familiar, the only features Ilirria could make out were the two glowing pinpricks of its eyes, cold and blue, piercing her through to her soul. In the midst of all this, the light bolt descended another few inches. Time resumed. The force of the impact knocked Ilirria backward, to sprawl onto the sand. Her muscles stung, her hands ached and every movement caused her body to cry in protest. Slowly, she picked herself back up, relishing the chance to breathe air in a malleable state rather than a temporal static form. The sand circle was blow clear, erased from the ground which it was drawn, and much like her, Tiladormi was on her back, spread eagle. She glanced about, seeing no sign of her brothers, and her mind raced to understand what could have happened to them.          "Did it work?" she asked, unsure she'd like the answer.          "As well as I could have guessed," Tiladormi answered weakly. "Pretty sure that was what we wanted to happen."          "Then where are my brothers?" Ilirria asked, overwhelmed with panic.          "Exactly where they should be in the world," Tila answered. "We did it, Ilirria. We brought them back." In that moment, Ilirria's hearthstone sounded. It was faint, like static, but through it, she could hear her brother Imara'el's voice. There was no mistaking it, and quickly as it became clearest, it was gone. That gave itself into a truth Ilirria could hardly contain, and was proof enough for her that Tila did exactly what she proved to her. Imara'el had returned.