#she's got pretty face yeah but have you considered she also has a beautiful mind and soul

[decahedrones]

If Geralt doesn't want her then I do 😤

Finished Hearts of Stone a couple of days ago, wanted to commemorate it

[angelicblondie]

luke x princess!reader

cw: alcohol consumption, tipsy kissing

ok, fine, you could admit it.

you were jealous.

and you knew there was so reason to be. you and luke were friends, best friends, but still just friends.

so why did it bother you so much to see him talking to another girl?

the weird part is that this wasn't even the first time. you had seen luke flirt with tons of the girls here at camp, it wasn't new.

but for some reason, this time it made your blood boil.

luke was sitting by the campfire next to grace mcormick from athena cabin. stupid grace, you thought, except you knew she wasn't stupid. in fact, she was really smart, and pretty, and good with a sword. and shes annabeths sister, which already gave her a one up on you. because as much as you and annabeth were close, you weren't her actual sister, not like grace was.

and its not like you were insecure. not to brag, but you didn't really have much to be insecure about. you were a daughter of aphrodite (which guaranteed beauty and grace), you were pretty popular, and you were well trained with your own dagger. and it also wasn't like you got no male attention, you definitely got some.

so why did it bother you so much?

grace threw her stupid head back as she laughed at one of his stupid jokes, and you felt anger boil inside your chest. so what, hes making other girls laugh now?

you knew you were being irrational, and it was probably due to the red cup with some sort of alcoholic beverage in it, but you couldn't help it.

you knew luke was allowed to flirt, to kiss, to do whatever with whoever. but it didn't stop what you were all the sudden feeling.

jealously. red, hot, angry jealously.

"you good?" the voice of a child of ares, aaron, snaps you out of your envious trance as you sigh, taking another drink.

"fine," you mumble, turning to him. he has a confident smile on his face, his eyes flickering from the scene at the campfire back to your face.

he chuckles, "really? then why are you staring at them like you want to kill 'em?"

you sigh and cover your face with your free hand in embarrassment. "you saw that?"

he laughs again. "yeah, i saw that. but dont worry, dont think anyone else saw," you sigh in relief, "but, i mean, i only really noticed 'cause i was looking at you, so..."

oh. hes flirting.

you tilt your head at him, as if considering him. you could admit that he was attractive. he had brown hair and brown eyes, and he had a muscular build (which is expected of children of ares). from what you had seen, he was pretty funny, and confident - all of which you were attracted to.

but, you truly couldn't help it as a little voice nagged in the back of your mind - he isn't luke.

sensing you weren't going to say anything, aaron nodded his head towards the campfire. "so, whats goin' on with that? you n'luke".

you take a sip of your drink, shrugging, looking in that direction for a moment. "we're friends, i guess," you reply distractedly.

aaron hums. "so, he wouldn't mind that m'talkin' to you, right?"

you let out a giggle, though it feels forced. "no, of course not."

you don't let yourself look back at luke again, and instead try and focus on adrian - or was it aaron? you couldn't exactly remember, but you were conversing with him, and it wasn't unpleasant.

he was pretty nice, and easy to talk to you. he even made you laugh a few times. so when he suggested that the two of you get out of there, you decided to accept his offer.

he led you to a tree away from the gathering, and before you knew it, the two of you were kissing. alex-sorry, aaron, was going all in, tongue and all, and whilst you tried to get into it - you just couldn't. you remember luke at the campfire with grace, and you wondered if they had snuck away to do the same thing you were, and instead of your previous anger, you felt your heart ache with sadness. you didn't want luke to be kissing other girls, you wanted to be the only one. with that realization your eyelashes fluttered open and your eyes became glassy, so you pushed aaron off.

he looked at you confused, and maybe a bit annoyed. "what? what happened."

you felt guilt stir in your stomach. "i-im so sorry, i just cant." you begin running away, feeling not only sad, but embarrassed and confused.

eventually, you run into someone, and you look up to see luke.

"hey, i was just look- why are you crying?" he asks, interrupting himself.

you cover you face as a sob wracks your body. "im fine."

his hands grab your shoulders. "ok, your obviously not fine. just tell me."

you shake your head and remove your hands from your eyes. "nothing, i just feel stupid." you say quietly, wiping mascara stained tears off your cheeks.

luke sighs and looks around, realizing that there are other people around, so he takes you away from the crowd and into one of the empty cabins.

he closes the door behind him and looks are you expectantly. "does this have something to do with that ares kid you walked off with?"

you snap your head towards him with a confused expression. "what? no - well, kinda but, no," you groan and sit on a bed, "no, anthony - i mean, aaron, he was nice."

luke raised his brows at you. "you dont even know this kids name?" he asks, sounding critical. "and nice isn't really a characteristic of an ares kid, princess. besides, i know the kid, and hes a dick." he explains, crossing his arms.

you narrow your brows as you look up at him. "well, he was nice to me." you didnt know why you were acting like that. you had barely talked to the guy, and you trusted what luke was saying. maybe you wanted to make him jealous, the way he did.

he scoffs. "yeah, and that explains why your crying." he purses his lips, and takes a deep breath. you could tell he felt a little bad for being direct with you, so his expression softened up. "you should just stay away from him."

you let out a huff of indignation, standing up. "i wasnt crying because of him, ok, i was just frustrated," you explain, crossing your own arms, "and since when do you tell me what to do? i can make my own choices, y'know."

he sighs, running his hands down his face. "look, im sorry it came off like that, im just trying to protect you. your my best friend, obviously i care about you."

you scoff. "oh really? didnt look that way when you were basically drooling at grace all night."

luke steps back and raises his brows at you, his expression of mild frustration relaxing.

as if realizing how your words came across, you fold your lips inwards and look away.

"you're jealous," luke states. it wasnt a question, and he wasnt leaving room for debate. it was a fact. you were jealous.

"no," you splutter, backtracking. "of course not."

a smug smile makes its way to his features. "yes, you are. you're jealous."

more tears come into your eyes. he thinks its funny? "get over yourself luke, gods," you cross your arms and turn your head. "im glad its amusing to you," you sniff, before walking towards the door.

he grabs your wrist to pull you back. "no, no, thats not how i meant it. i-," he laughs a little, "gods, im sorry, princess, its not funny. its just...the whole reason i was even talking to grace was because i wanted to make you jealous." your eyes widen in realization, and you're left speechless.

"a-and i know how stupid that is, and i didnt think it would go this far but...i dont know, im sorry, princess, really."

its silent for a moment before you look up at him. hes looking down at you with so much affection, and admiration, that you cant help yourself but raise on your tippy toes and place a gentle kiss on his lips.

lukes hands immediately grabbed your waist and pulled you closer, and yours cupped his sharp jaw. your lips moved harmoniously against each other, and something about it felt just so right. after a few long seconds, you pull away and look up at him, your lashes fluttering.

you giggle then bite your lip. "gods, im a idiot." you mumble.

he chuckles. "no your not. i am. i should've just...i dont know, not tried to make you jealous."

you giggle. "well, now you know."

and without a single complaint, you and luke spent the rest of the night kissing in the empty cabin, whispering new promises to each other - including to never make the other jealous ever again.

[mrchiipchrome]

Work

W.C. - 1.2 k

a/n: I’ve been having so much fun dealing with migraines, a break up, exams and getting an eye infection that I’ve totally forgot to write, so take this as a sort of apology:)

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It wasn’t hard to be the best footballer in the world’s girlfriend. All things considered, life with Aitana was pretty good, amazing even, if it weren’t for Aitana’s incessant need to ask people if they were employed.

It started small, when Aitana first met your family in Sweden, she had asked your brother whether he worked or not, happy when he started raving about his work, happy to find someone as passionate about their work as her.

Since that interaction it seemed like she searched that passion out in every interaction she had, going as far as to climb over rows of seats in order to speak to people.

She was nothing short of a social butterfly, and you were her anti-social caterpillar. The Swede in you was drawn to the Spanish affectionate nature even if it was vastly different from your own.

Your tiny girlfriend was as much of a magician on the pitch as she was off it, her ability to simply vanish the second you took your eyes off her was quite impressive, but not very enjoyable on your part. You almost had to invest in a private investigator to figure out how she did it, the way she always fooled you simply driving you crazy to the point of oblivion.

Still, you loved her strange habits simply for the fortune of having her, having her in every way imaginable.

You loved getting to hold her even as she squirmed to get away, kisses raining down on her face after a long game, using your substantially taller frame to put some space between her feet and the ground so that she wouldn’t be able to get away.

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Your muscles ache as your feet thump against the ground, the last game before a small break one of great performances, you yourself slipping 4 goals past the keeper, all of them assisted by your wonderful girlfriend.

Still, despite your obviously tired appearance, you were still ushered away to the corner of the pitch for an interview, being handed a man of the match award for your efforts during the game. This meant that your girlfriend was left unsupervised, your tired mind mixed with needing to seem professional before the camera completely taking up all your attention, meaning you didn’t immediately notice your girlfriend beelining for the stands.

“So, how does it feel to be back in the squad after the hamstring injury?” The reporter looks at you intently, trying her hardest to stare into your soul, or that’s at least what it seems like.

“Yeah, I mean it’s always special to be part of this squad, I’m not even going to lie and say that it’s been easy sitting on the bench when all I wanted was to jump on the field and score again but ultimately I got through it. I’m really happy with the performance as well, my beautiful girlfriend assisted all my goals so that makes it even better.” You smile widely when you mention your girlfriend, seeing through half-lidded eyes as the reporter's smile drops before she plasters it back on.

‘No need to be unprofessional now’ you think to yourself, looking away from her in search of that girlfriend to see if she could save you from the creepy situation.

But in your attempt to catch your girlfriend’s attention, you see her about to climb over the railings to talk to fans. You know that it’s dangerous, not only because of the altitude, but also because you never knew the intentions of some fans.

Somewhere in the background you can hear the reporter speaking to you, but you don’t pay her any mind, simply getting more anxious the longer you are standing there.

“It has to be special to be back with your teammates-”

“Perdón!” Is all you’re able to get out before you take off in Aitana’s direction, your legs no longer aching thankfully enough.

Your hands latch around her hips, tugging her softly away from the railing like you would a cat that had burrowed its claws into the couch. Aitana yelps as she looks back at you suspiciously, her hands coming down to rest on your shoulders when she realized that she didn’t have any plan of escape, seemingly just accepting her fate.

There are multiple cameras pointed at you, including the social media manager’s, so you just know that the interaction would find itself on the internet by the time you would be sitting in the bus.

Strangely enough, you didn’t mind that fact all that much, liking that the world would see how much you loved your girlfriend, maybe it would discourage reporters from trying to shoot their shot with you.

“Hey there pretty lady, whatchu’ doin’?” Aitana smiles at you innocently, acting like she totally didn’t try to climb over the railings. She presses a quick kiss to your cold cheek, enjoying the way your face darkens a few shades, the red spreading up your cheeks like food coloring in water.

It leads her to continue, kisses soon being placed on every single space on your face, with you soon blending in with the tomatoes you were growing in your garden.

“You are very cute.” She whispers lowly, her eyes flitting over your face as she smiles, keeping the words between the two of you like it was a secret only meant for your ears. Perhaps it was, you never knew with Aitana.

“And you are trying to distract me from the fact that you were totally trying to climb up into the stands. You’re lucky to be adorable, because Jona is one more abandoned interview away from benching me.” You boop her nose, shifting her body around so that your left arm was the only thing holding her body up, her arms still around your shoulders.

Walking back towards the interviewer, her professional smile drops from her face the second she sees Aitana perched on your arm, but nonetheless you approach her civilly. Aitana smiles brightly at the camera soon pointed at her again, media training mixed with the attention she’s getting from you being the perfect situation for the camera.

“Hola, lo siento, this one was getting herself into trouble. Had to get her out, don’t want the gaffer to bench the superstar now do we?” You motion towards Aitana with your head, the girl still sitting perched atop your arm slapping the back of your head lightly. Switching her around again, you quickly put her down back on her own feet, Aitana’s arms coming down to wrap around your waist tightly, almost possessive in a way.

“Thank you for today, that was all we needed. Here’s your man of the match trophy.” You get handed the trophy, turning to your girlfriend to brag, only to find her gone once more, her small body shooting across the pitch to get as much space between you two as she could.

It was almost as if you could see into the future as she jumps up and throws herself over the railings, giggling madly along the way.

You start to laugh too, the high speed chase the biggest highlight of the day, because not even scoring 4 goals could overshadow spending even a second laughing with your girl.

And even though Mapi would be teasing you for weeks about the absolute lovesick actions that day, you wouldn’t have it any different, besides you had more than enough ammunition to be able to blackmail her for eternity, so it didn’t really matter anyways.

[biconickyoshi]

Okay y’all… I was very critical of eps 3 & 4 (especially 4) of NAtLA. Then all of a sudden eps 5 & 6 kinda slapped me in the face with how much better the show suddenly got.

Spoiler-free thoughts first:

Zuko, Iroh, and Aang have cemented themselves as the best parts about this adaptation - which is really funny considering I’m currently writing a longfic AU where Zuko and Iroh discover Aang in the iceberg right after Zuko is banished at age 13 and end up becoming the first members of the Gaang (albeit reluctantly at first lol). Episode 6: “Masks” (the Blue Spirit adaptation) was so good, I’d venture to say that it actually improved and fleshed out some things from the original series.

Episode 5: “Spirited Away”, while not as good as E6, was not as bad as I heard people say it was going to be. I think that the changes they did make didn’t bother me nearly as much as the changes they made in the last episode, and it was actually entertaining.

There were several scenes that made me cry in both of these episodes (moreso in episode 6, which I’ll get into further down in the spoiler section). These are the scenes that I feel like really tapped into the heart of the original show rather than feeling like a soulless remake.

Now for my in-depth thoughts (INCLUDES SPOILERS):

EP 5: “Spirited Away”

- Staring out, I was bummed because I had just rewatched the first two eps of the original animated series lol.

- It was an interesting choice to have all three members of the Gaang get stuck in the Spirit World, but I think it worked.

- Wan Shi Tong just showing up randomly was a bit unnecessary, but I suppose it will be kinda interesting to see him again in S2 since he’s already met the Gaang

- Hei Bai plays a much smaller role in these eps, but I strangely didn’t mind that either?

- Seeing Katara’s last memory with her mom was devastating, especially the fact that she had to witness her death and hide in the igloo with Kya’s charred body :(( she definitely has severe PTSD.

- Even Sokka’s memory made me tear up a bit

- Koh being the villain and a soul-eater or whatever was a bit of an odd choice, but I guess I can see why they did it. I do prefer him just being an asshole who steals ppl’s faces lol

- Appreciated the Fog of Lost Souls reference from the LoK lore

- Aang reuniting with Gyatso made me cry. I know some people didn’t like him being in the Spirit World, but I really liked it. Also, the fact that Gyatso was the first person to tell Aang that it wasn’t his fault the Air Nomads died, and that if he had been there he would have died too? THANK YOU! My poor boy has been berated enough for “abandoning” the world.

- We got some interesting lore about the afterlife for humans from Gyatso and Aang’s convo, which we’ve never gotten in AtLA media before. Idk if it’s just for Air Nomads, but Aang mentions that Gyatso stayed behind instead of “seeking enlightenment”. I know that the end goal in Buddhism is to reincarnate until you eventually achieve nirvana, so I wonder if that’s what they were alluding to (I’m not an expert on religions so pls correct me if I’m wrong)

- Oh yeah, I forgot June is here lmao. As a queer person I loved her (bc beautiful goth woman) but I didn’t like the weird choice to make her hit on Iroh - I guess to contrast the Iroh being creepy towards her thing in the OG series. I wish they would have just had them interact normally tbh, no weird “flirting”

EP 6: “Masks”

- Here we go y’all. The best episode in the show so far and probably the best the show is gonna get this season. I’m still pretty shocked at how good this one was.

- I think the decision to include flashbacks to Zuko’s Agni Kai was a good decision here. It felt like an appropriate episode for them and the flashbacks were very well done.

- In general, Dallas is doing a phenomenal job at portraying a Zuko who is angry and aggressive, yes, but also so very sweet and compassionate at his core. I love when little inklings of his true self shine through.

- Roku was… not what I expected. He was very much more of a lighthearted and jokey person… I didn’t hate it, it was just unexpected lol. I wonder if they did that to contrast him with Kyoshi. Which, speaking of, I’m glad Roku clarified that Aang doesn’t just need to be a merciless warrior (and that he didn’t berate Aang for “abandoning” the world like she did). But I still am annoyed about the mischaracterization of Kyoshi in general.

- RIP Shyu :/

- Thought it was kind of strange how June captures Aang at Roku’s temple lol. Like how did she get on and off the island??

- Zhao continues to feel like a completely different character to me lmao. I think this version is pretty funny, but it’s so weird to see Zhao being portrayed as so goofy and incompetent when he was such an intimidating force and the main villain of Book 1 in the OG series. Just a weird direction they went with his character.

- The Yuyan archers look cool as fuck. 10/10 no notes

- Still not sure how I feel about Azula already being this insecure and jealous of Zuko. I think it makes her feel a bit more realistically like a child, but the whole point of Azula’s character is that she is really good at maintaining this cool and calm persona on the surface, which she uses to scare and manipulate people. I can see her maybe getting to a point later on to where she hardens herself into that though. We’ll see.

- Baby Zuko asking Iroh how he looks and his little smile 😭😭😭😭 I had a physical “aww” reaction to that. THAT’S MY SON (me and Iroh shouting in unison)

- War Room scene was handled very well. No complaints. I like how Ozai tried to test Zuko with battle strategies.

- Blue Spirit break out scene was extremely close to the original, and it was really good. They adapted it almost shot for shot with all the important parts.

- Here’s probably my favorite part of the episode: Zuko and Aang’s talk inside the abandoned house after they escape from Pohuai!!!!!! Gahhhh I could gush about this scene all day. I love how they expanded it to be an actual friendly conversation between Aang and Zuko. Like we get to see Zuko’s true self coming through - the sweet, kind boy we know he is. Zuko and Aang just have such great chemistry as well, wayyy more than Aang has with either Sokka or Katara. Like I adored them bonding over painting and caligraphy!!! I think this is the best acting we’ve seen from Gordon so far, and Dallas did a phenomenal job switching back to that hurt, angry version of himself (of course a trauma response). And the fact that Aang said “sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you” when he blocked Zuko’s firebending attack??? My sweet boy 😭

- The final flashback to the Agni Kai was really well done too. I’d already heard Zuko fights back, which I wasn’t sure I’d like, but I actually didn’t mind it. I really liked that they showed Zuko’s hesitation whenever he did actually have an opening, and that was what angered Ozai the most - Zuko showing compassion, “weakness”. Daniel Dae Kim is of course doing a phenomenal job (no surprises there), and I really liked that Iroh actually attempted to stop Ozai at one point. It also looked like young Azula had tears in her eyes, which I again actually liked because it humanizes her.

- I loved that Aang was still there when Zuko woke up on the boat 😭 he wanted to make sure he was okay!! I full on started crying when we got the “do you think we could have been friends too?” lines from him. Again, Gordon killed it. I love how you can tell that Aang knows Zuko has been hurt and that’s why he acts the way he does. He doesn’t blame him for any of it. 10/10

- the last flashback to Zuko in his bed recovering from the burn… god the tears just kept flowing. I really liked the choice to have Ozai almost give Zuko a chance to like… idk understand why he did what he did, and how compassion is “weak”?? And then Zuko’s response to give people a chance 😭😭😭 as if I couldn’t love him any more!!! And then of course Ozai gets pissed. But seeing baby Zuko just cry in his bed UGH I’m dehydrated at this point

- Of course I can’t finish this review without mentioning the 41st division. What an incredible way to expand upon the source material by making them Zuko’s crew!!! It shows just how much Zuko truly cares about others and it moved me so much (once again to tears).

I don’t have high hopes for the last two episodes, but honestly, if this is what the live action can be, it gives me a bit of hope (at least for future seasons). I really think that Dallas, Gordon, Paul, and Daniel were the stars of this ep and are a big part of what made it so good.

[onyourhyuck]

Popular. | N.JM | PART 4

— Prologue: “Where have you been all my life?” + “Hiding from you.”

— Summary: Revenge becomes love? Old faces become new faces? Where you enroll back to your old school where you got bullied, to get revenge on Na Jaemin but he cannot recognise you.

— Genre: Popularboy!najaemin x goodgirl!y/n. Revenge plot with romance and smut. Mention of bullying. Plot twists. Very sensitive subjects no minors. School sex(?) exhibition. Jaemin’s obsessed with y/n. Enemies to lovers (kinda)

— Notes: Popular — The Series Masterlist

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The school district seems to be under a different eye now. If you walk straight eyes we’re on a certain individual under a different spotlight than usual. Ningning saw the people stares as they whisper, some laughed and it made the absurdity feel even more intense than before.

“Oh my god is that her…?”

“No way… they look so different.”

“So much for natural beauty.”

The voices surrounding the young girl was like a black hole pulling Ningning in forcefully. What was everyone whispering about? The students were like a mirror reflecting back at the confused expression on the girl’s face.

What was with everyone today? Ningning thought it couldn’t be directed to her, right? Who in the world would laugh in her face and walk away? No one would. She’s literally terrifying to most people considering how unpredictable she can be. She saw the stares again and she glared back at them.

The girl moved away to meet up and find her good friend Chenle who has ears and eyes everywhere, she needs to know what is happening because something, something was right.

“Chenle, what is everyone gossiping about today?” She demands with her hand forward at the table and her friend gave her a little smirk.

He looks back at his phone and back at Ningning. “Did you get your nose done by any chance?” He giggles teasingly and she glares in confusion. “What?” She sits down and Chenle motions her to come over as he pats her back showing Ningning his phone.

“I mean… you were pretty cute when you were a kid. Oh especially when you shaved your head and went bald.” Chenle smirks.

Oh yeah his friend went pale the minute she saw that someone online completely anonymously posted the most private and ugly pictures of her when she was younger. Ningning feels her eyes widen as she looks around slamming Chenle’s phone down with her hand. Her friend watches the girl lose her mind and instantly it all makes sense why all the students were laughing at her!

Whoever did this was going to pay. Ningning looks at Chenle. “Stop laughing! It’s not funny. This is humiliating. Who uploaded this crap?” She snaps turning back to the account but the account was clearly fake and Ningning had no idea who would do this to her and especially, how did they get this stuff anyways?

“Holy crap… they have all my embarrassing pictures!”

She sits down holding at her hair roots practically ripping at them. She feels the anger boiling and rising in her stomach, the anxiousness and also the humiliation. No one humiliated her before, ever. And whoever must’ve done this had good reasons and good connections.

Ningning grits her teeth together. The more she scrolls down the comments the other students were making fun of her.

For once it wasn’t her bullying someone, someone was giving her a taste of her own medicine. But who in the world would even try to challenge her like this?Ningning has a feeling but she wasn’t quite sure if it was true yet or not.

The boy comes forward smiling ear to ear. “My favourite is this picture of you.” He playfully points to a picture of Ningning with clown painting on her face while she was covered in flower. She glared at the unserious boy slapping his arm and looking away from the photo. There was so many embarrassing pictures in fact they were all personal.

“Shut up.” Ningning lowly tells him.

No one should see them. No one. Ningning bites her bottom lip in anger when the sight of you walking to class comes across and she slams his phone once more on the table while she’s watching you like a deadly hawk.

There was a bad feeling about you. You must have something to do with this, surely? Ever since you came into this school Ningning’s life became upside down, as if you were meant to bring bad luck to her.

You sat in class with a huge smirk today. You feel rather happy for a specific reason, but you won’t mention anything and act like you know absolutely nothing. Playing innocent and dumb is your speciality anyways.

It’s always fun when you take a taste of sweet revenge. You would sit in your chair with your legs crossed over the other while you write your notes. Next door to your table was the boy staring at you the entire lesson like you were the lesson to him. He wasn’t listening to whatever the teacher was telling the class. He just paid attention to you.

For whatever reason you had a smirk but Jaemin didn’t question it. You seem happier than usual.

The class however was filled with tension as Ningning was watching the front with arms crossed and her hand pressed between her fingers, like usual class Ningning was scrolling through her phone on social media to see what the other people were commenting about her stupid pictures that were uploaded by a thief.

She knows you had something to do with it at least. Ningning has this feeling it’s you, because you bring bad luck to her.

“Hey, pst pst.” A voice on the side calls Ningning as they smirk throwing a paper ball at her desk. She glared at them and opens the paper only to read a teasing letter asking her about what she uses on her face to change so much.

Ningning glares and rips the paper to shreds. She doesn’t think she looks that different from her baby pictures.

But students and people in general find anything to exaggerate and make anything seem bigger than it actually is. This was all your doing and you’re proud when you hear the students tease Ningning in secret at the back. It reminds you back of your past. When you were in the same position as her with people teasing you about your appearance.

Back then you had it worse. Ningning did this to you and now you did the same back to her. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. The ideology fits this situation perfect because you reap what you sow. And the girl was bound to get a bite back from someone, you just happen to bite when she least expected it.

The students made fun of your appearance, mainly your weight back then. Let’s just say you looked way different than you do know which is why no one has recognised you. Back then you wore less fancy and pretty clothes you didn’t bother to change when no one paid an eye on you.

Until… Ningning did. She took some pleasure in verbally abusing you everyday at lunch time.

And whenever those comments got to you more people thought it was okay. The other students took it too far though. When they saw Ningning bullying you verbally with abusive words about your appearance and so on, people took it to a physical matter and whenever gym class happened back then you would’ve left with tears running down your cheek.

You’re exactly like a shadow. You are seen but you don’t move until you’re alone in your own making. And back then you were a small tampered soul.

But now you’re a dangerous person, everything is fallen into your place.

Ningning might feel like her pride was hurt, you knew that because you adjusted this to feel so humiliating the entire school sees it. With no idea to know who did it it just be eating at Ningning’s mind so much and it brings you pleasure because you finally took your revenge on her.

Now you need two more to go. Only two more. Two more and you’ll be satisfied you said to yourself with a smile at your thoughts.

Jaemin leans closer to you. “What are you smiling at so much?”

You don’t reply knowing he was going to keep chatting to you if you answer back so you continue to write in the mathematics class.

He saw you doing the number sums in such fast pace and time. Jaemin wonders if you’re a genius or if he was just useless at mathematics. Maybe the second option but nonetheless he was mildly impressed.

But what really impressed him is that you’re now ignoring him and Jaemin let’s out a soft sigh as he plays around your hair around his fingers, twirling it like a little candy twister around his fingers while his lovingly gaze was watching your soft silky hair fall in between his hands. Your hair was so smooth and soft that when it makes contact with his skin he swore it felt like cotton candy.

The more the lesson continues and the ignoring him continues he feels a bit impatient and he starts to miss finding your reactions. You really have him wrapped around your finger without trying. It’s ironic. He can’t even recognise you and he feels so attached to you already.

“While I do enjoy the silent treatment I wasn’t aware I had done anything to you?” He said to you.

Jaemin trails softly but you bring your hair out of his grasp and tuck it on the right side without saying much when you got annoyed with him playing with your hair visibly glaring at the paper at what he was doing to you.

Your eyes move to meet his now. The moment your eyes met with the contact he fell deep in your beautiful glowing iris’ pupils. “Do you take pleasure in distracting me?” You snap a little in hushed whisper as you don’t want to deal with an angry math teacher today.

He whispers nodding. “Yeah I do. I like your fullest attention and when you don’t give me your attention i feel lonely.”

“What are you a child?” You feel baffled by his words. “I prefer the term ‘Your baby,’ actually.” And your eyes roll back when he said these to you. He was such a childish guy and a red flag.

But he knew what he was doing. He was flirting with you to make sure he gets security with you and then that is why most girls fall for him and his tricks. You’re different though he knows you’re not falling which is why he keeps coming back for more. The push and pulling game was the best and he loves, loves the chase.

The boy dramatically sighs as he was lovingly gazing on you while playing around with his hand on your thigh and moving your desks a little closer so the teacher doesn’t realise that you guys were speaking beforehand. Jaemin sneakily runs his fingers down your thighs against your jeans and you feel your eyes poking holes at him, like they were reloaded guns ready to shoot him on sight. You feel so dangerous but Jaemin might be an adrenaline addict right now considering you feel so, addicting, so much better than anyone else he has met.

There’s something about you that makes Jaemin so much more alive.

“Where have you been all my life?” He whispers smirking as he gently brushed back some of your hair behind your beautiful ears. He saw you were wearing earrings on them and you squint your eyes down at him with distaste towards him.

“Hiding from you.”

Without a second thought, no hesitation you bluntly say words that tear away at his heart but even if you say such harsh mean words to him that reject him. It never once made him stop before. He just comes back for more.

“Good thing I found you, beautiful.” Jaemin smirks.

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[eihwaz-y-d]

Twin Skeletons

Part V

Beginning previous part

I wrote it at 2am, slept till 4am and then read it over sleep deprivation. And I felt like posting again so enjoy!

Again: I know nothing and do what I want. This goes also for the American traffic system or (sadly) astronomy.

The next thing Danny is aware of again is Tucker standing before him and asking something about breakfast. Ohhh it was time for breakfast. Danny did really drew for the rest of the night. Looking down on his sketches, he still feels like the memories are too real, too closely below the surface. He still feels like drawing, to get it out of his head but there is no time for it anyway. At least the headache has settled towards a little throbbing in the back of his mind, he can work with it. 

"Dude? Are you coming? Breakfast is waiting!" 

" Yeah, yeah." 

Putting his sketch pad back in his backpack he crawls out of the bed and follows Tucker out of the room. 

Breakfast is pretty good but at this point Danny considers every food that is not reanimated and  or ready to eat him good food. This should be a thing, sadly it is. After breakfast he and his classmates were getting their bags and were supposed to be on the road back home. Danny had put everything away last night before his little impro journey and nothing was left lying around, so he didn't bother to control his bags, he knew for sure he got everything. 

Not like Tucker, his best bro was running around like headless chicken to get everything together, it was amusing to witness - and for once not being the one who sank into the chaos-. 

It was time to get home, back to his haunt and back to his family. Strangely enough the last part did not feel as true as it should be but Danny is ignoring it, just like he is ignoring the not memories form last night or the drawing he did. 

Back in the school bus -in last seat next to Sam and Tucker-, he was asleep as soon as the bus drove past the city limits. It was like Noctrum themselves got hold of Danny and pulled him under.

"Stop crying this instead, if anyone witness you like this, they will punish you again."

 "B-But Akhi." 

"No! This is our mission. You are supposed to kill too!" " But I don't want to! Why can't I just keep protecting you?"

 "Because you are weak Danyal I don't need protection form someone like you! You are a failure and a shame as an Al ghul!" And with this his brother turned away. He never looked back towards his hurt brother. 

"Akhi!" he knew this was the moment he truly lost his brother, he sounded just like Grandfather and this hurted way more than his still bleeding arm. If he didn't hesitate, if he simply killed he would not have got hurt. But he saw the fear in the eyes of his victim, this young man did not deserved death, his only sin was being sired by the wrong father. 

Just one more reason for grandfather to be disappointed in him. Slowly he reached towards his sword and followed his brother home.

He was little, oh so very little but he was not alone by his side was his twin, they were always together. A faceless woman gently caress their heads. She told them a story. A story about their father and their birth. A story about how special they are and a story about the great thing they would do together because they are the Demon twin. 

Danny felt warm safe with his brother by his side in the arms of their mother.

"Akhi! Look! All those stars, aren't they beautiful? Here in the desert, you can see the milky-way." 

The boy next to him rolled his eyes at Danny's enthusiasm. 

"Danyal, focus. This is why Grandfather thinks you are not a worthy heir. You are too soft and too easily distracted. Now, We need to get home."

 " I know Akhi, I know. We should try to find the Polaris or Orion should also be easy to spot this time of the year. "

Danny looked at his twin for a moment and then turned his face also towards the sky. Here, abandon in the desert with his twin by his side he felt the safest. There was once a time where Danny and his brother were inseparable. They would hide together from the mean teachers and instructors, they would steal some sweets from the kitchen, they would crawl in the bed of the other and hold each other after a bad dream or they would care for their wounds together.

But than Grandfather's eyes and judgment fell on them and he was found lacking -beside being blessed by the Lazarus water- while his brother was promising. 

Finding either the Polaris or the Orion wasn't hard for Danny, he could find them with his eyes closed, but there was always this spark in his brother's eyes if he was able to accomplish something and prove his worth, so he said nothing for a while. "

Akhi, did you know grandfather has a star named after him?" 

"Danyal! You are supposed to fo-" 

"There it is! We need to go this way." Danny knew how his twin did not like to be interrupted but sometimes it was half the fun. 

"Tt. Then let's go." 

Danny followed him, still looking at the stars. 

" There is really a Star named Ras Al Ghul, the demon head, you can find it by the Pegasus. In the Greek mythology it was said that the horse Pegasus was born from the blood of the Medusa after the hero killed her. Her Head is what they called the Demon head. Even if the story is not about Grandfather, the star and him share the same name."

Danny knew his brother was looking at him, they both knew they never talked useless they have something to say, it's was their tutors and Teachers taught them. So Danny turned towards his brother and smiled.

"How about we name a whole constellation after us? It's the Demon twins and it would be our story. Damian and Danyal, always together, together invincible. It's the story of how you earn the title Demonen head and how I always watched your back. We protect each other and one day we will be free! Like the birds and the stars."Damian was now smiling too, it was just a little smile but that is how his brother always was." how would it look like? "

" I'll show you! It's there, just over Polaris, the bright one is facing east, that's yours! This way you would always find your way back home." 

"And what about you?" 

" I'll be this one, in the west and the stars between us. Their are our swords. Do you see it?" 

"Yes Akhi. I see it. This is the Demon twins. Always together and together invincible."

Everything hurts. But it is also so cold, so very cold. The pain transformed into a numbness as every grow colder. Everything is dark and red and Danny is tired so very tired. His brother is with him, he knows it even if he can't see him anymore. Just one more time he wants to feel his brothers warm, hear his twins voice for the last time but everything is fading so quickly. ".... Ahibuk…. Akhi…." 

Akhi….

"Akhi." Danny woke up with a start and no idea what language he dreamed in. 

 He is still beside Sam and Tucker and still not home. 

"Dude! You were talking in your sleep."

" we didn't knew you know Arabic." 

"I don't. I didn't. How do you know I was speaking Arabic."  Rubbing his face he tries to wake up more but his limbs still feel heavy and his brain is groggy. He grabs after his backpack. He wants to sketch again, he needs to get his mind clear again. The not memories are still there and don't make any sense. 

Tucker just waved his PDA in his face. "Speech recognition software." 

" Figures. Where are we?" 

" Donno, you slept for 6 hours or so but there are still three till we are back in Amity Park." 

Groaning Danny let's his head fall back against the head rest. 

" Ugh. I need to move." 

" You are lucky. Mr. Lancer announced a little break at the next rest area." 

"Yeah lucky me… " where is his sketchbook? Is he too tired to find his sketchbook? Maybe if he tries really looking into his backpack rather than just grabbing blindly for his book, he would find it. But even after looking, It's not in his backpack. He definitely put it back in his backpack. He knows he put it back before breakfast. 

"Hey Tuck, do you know where I put my sketch book?"

" In your backpack, why?"

" It's not there." 

" You're sure?" 

" Yeah."

" But the room was empty after I got my things." 

" Did you two also checked under the bed before leaving?" 

"... no." 

" You probably forgot it. "

" Ugh"

"Tough luck buddy. You should have checked your things too rather than laughing at me." 

"Uggghh."

The rest stop was a great opportunity to get his leg stretched and he also found a cheap notebook and a ballpoint so he could sketch again, hopefully no super criminal or mad villains found his book, he drew some of his parents shenanigans in there too. He should probably get back to look for it. But he was only just a lazy teenager who wanted to get home. Maybe next weekend if his rouges gave him a break. 

The last three hours of driving were boring. Sam and Tucker were sleeping. Dash tried to bully him again and took the notebook. Mr Lancer did what a good teacher would do and stopped Dash, unknown to the teacher he didn't really helped he only delayed the inevitable, but hey points for trying or whatever. 

And Danny drew, he drew well known constellations and he drew constellations no one else knew like the demon twins or the Bat. Both constellations were made up of his not memories and dreams. 

And finally, finally they arrived home. 

Looking out of the window as they stopped at the school, he saw a lot of parents from his classmates ready to pick up their children. 

Not surprisingly his parents were nowhere to be seen. Danny was only a little disappointed, they promised they would be here to pick him up, he really should have seen it coming. 

At least now he got time to release Skulker from the thermos. The hunter thought it was a good idea to try getting his pelt just before they were on the way to Gotham. Danny did warn him he would be stuck in thermos for a week, the ghost still attacked and surprise surprise he got stuck in the thermos. And it was a good enough excuse as any other to try to visit Clockwork. He's still has questions about the doppelganger ninja.

People who wanted to be tagged: @queenieofsouls @my-mom-calls-me-rat @daemonlogical @crystaldrops20 @justwannabecat @cryptidren @mayoota-blog1 (tagging you wasn't possibly for some reason, I don't know why)

Note : okay why does Tumblr not like if I make paragraphs? I put space between paragraphs for a reason.

Anyway I sadly don't know much about astronomy, Orion shows you were east is, the big dipper helps finding the North star (Polaris) and there are stories behind the constellation.

Does anyone knows how I can shorten the post?

Edit : Next Part

[destinygoldenstar]

Which Pretty Cure Would WIN Squid Game? (2024 Update)

Hello.

A couple years back I made an analysis post discussing which Pretty Cure would win Squid Game in that scenario, taking their skills in mind and being as non-bias as I could.

Since then, more seasons have come out. AND my opinions on certain characters placements have changed as I realized some errors in my logic.

So we’re re-doing it!

Fun, right???

I’m going to go through every challenge in Squid Game and see who’d be front runners and who’d be eliminated. Until we get a final two and then a winner.

Some rules though:

No weapons

No power ups. This is based on their own natural skill. If their Pretty Cure powers give them skills they don’t have without it, then that ability will not be factored.

I am only doing major Cure characters. Bright & Windy are the same characters of Bloom & Egret. No ancient Cures, no 11th hour ally’s, as they simply don’t have enough about them to factor.

My opinion on them as characters doesn’t matter here. Some characters I don’t care for can do great in the game while some of my favorites get eliminated very early. I’ll give reasons why I make the choices I do

I won’t be doing Wonderful. That season isn’t done yet. We can’t factor it. There’s just not enough info.

So that gives us 78 Cures as contestants.

Let’s begin.

Red Light Green Light

This game is about patience and mobility. Contestants have go get across the finish line without getting caught moving by a red light. An inability to stay still and wait the light out will spell doom.

Front Runners Of This Challenge Include:

The Suite Cures ; I never factored it the last time I did this, but I realized that because they’re all music based characters, they have an excellent sense of rhythm that gives them a huge advantage. So they’d be really good at the game and knowing when a red light would hit. (Plus I think Ellen and Ako are the types to hide behind people) So this season of Cures pass with flying colors.

Cure Beauty ; If you rewatch Smile, she specifically has avoided getting snagged at stuff more than her teammates. She’s very calm in situations and is persistent in all of them.

Cure Amour ; She’s a literal robot, so… you know. I know some would say that should be non-factored. But it’s not from any Pretty Cure powers, that’s just her body. As such, she’d be great at following directions.

Cure Macaroon & Cure Cosmo ; Same reasons. They’re the types that would take advantage of the game and hide behind people. Can’t ignore that.

And… that’s all the front runners I can think of.

Now for the hard part.

For the Cures that DON’T pass this….

I think Futari Wa-Fresh are all fine.

Blossom. I know people are gonna ask. I’m going to give her the benefit of the doubt and say she passes this, but BARELY. I know she’s very shy and scared, but unlike some others I can think of, she has shown she can be patient even in scary situations.

As for her partner, Cure Marine, that’s our first one to go.

I know. We’re already losing fan favorites.

But this girl just CANNOT stay still no matter what you do. On top of her being insanely reckless of a character.

There’s even an episode where she actually got frozen and her face was STILL moving.

Especially if she thinks she can take a bullet to the forehead…

Yeah she’s a goner.

Sorry Erika Stan’s.

And we’re keeping the ‘getting rid of fan favorites’ train going, because Cure Happy is also out.

More than other pinks, she’s a huge klutz. And that’s for multiple reasons, whether that be hyperactivity, recklessness, or just plain bad luck. If anyone’s the first to trip under pressure, it’d be her.

Cure Peace is joining her.

I love her as a character.

BUT a main trait of hers is that she is extremely sensitive and a huge crybaby.

First bullet fired, she’s gonna freak out and try to run away.

Cure Felice is eliminated for a different reason.

This one in particular solves all her problems through magic. Which isn’t allowed here.

Considering that overconfidence, she’d not care about a red light and try to run it. Not because she’s arrogant, but because she’s a kid without that discipline.

Cure Custard is also out.

For the same reasons as Yayoi was pretty much. Especially since she is based on a squirrel, which is a pretty skittish creature that jumps at anything.

And the final one eliminated this round is…

Cure Sparkle.

One big factor of this character is that she is not good at following directions. We know she means well, but in a game like this, that’s just a fatal flaw that spells your doom.

I was debating on Cure Earth as well, but after thinking about it I think she’d pass barely. She’s a newborn born in an adults body and incredibly naive about the world but she’s not necessarily dense. (No offense Sparkle)

That’s 6 Cures out ; 72 Cross the Finish Line and move on to the next round

Honeycomb

In this challenge, contestants have to perfectly carve out a shape of a honeycomb candy. Breaking it will result in failure. This challenge involves contestants to be able to manage a steady hand to be able to carve out the shape.

Right off the bat, EVERY Cure from KiraKira and Delicious Party are INSTANT survivors.

No questions asked. Both of these seasons are heavily based around cooking, KiraKira especially specializing in candy. Which means these Cures have the exact skills, so this challenge is a breeze.

I mean except for Himari, who already got eliminated. RIP.

Amour, AGAIN, would also pass this.

Yes her strength is… nuts. And inhuman even without powers. BUT not only does she have great steadiness, she also proved she can carve stuff out well.

It’s not about strength. It’s about controlling that strength. And Ruru has proved she can.

For that same reason, Cure Sunny is surprisingly also safe.

Yes she’s the hardest hitter of her team, and a volleyball player, but 1) Volleyball does require you to aim the ball with your arm effectively, AND 2) Akane has a culinary background and shown to have skills to save herself.

Cure Honey is also a very obvious stand out.

Same reasons for Akane, except even more so. Food and cooking is pretty much her entire character.

And… come on her name is literally Cure Honey. She’s got this.

Cure Scarlet also survives.

Thanks to her violin skills and her nature of tranquility with her craft, she knows exactly what she’s doing.

So we have quite a few Cures that pass with flying colors. But what about the ones that break their cookie?

Despite the success last round, the first one on this list to go is Cure Beat.

Siren is, well, a cat. Born a cat with PAWS.

And even after she became human there’s not any moment in the show where she’s shown to have a steady hand, in fact the opposite with her massive handwriting and her skill being a guitar.

I know people are gonna argue I should’ve given her a pass like Towa because they both play instruments, but keep in mind Towa has more going for her than that, and the guitar is a much more loose instrument than a violin. Especially the one she uses.

The reason the other cats pass is because they’re either chefs, or in Yuni’s case, was an alien form of a cat that had hands. And both those characters are far less reckless than Siren is.

I hope that’s a good reason that you can understand.

Milky Rose is also out.

This one is a born mascot plushie without the steady hand. Now not to say she never had precision, but Milk is known to have such an arrogant sweet tooth that she would just not care about the challenge and eat the cookie.

And even if she didn’t, she doesn’t have much skill involving the candy to save herself.

But now we move on to a sadder one to see go, Cure Sword.

Yeah… this is kind of an obvious one. And I’m pretty sure no one will argue against it.

This girls hand is HARD. In this case for the worst. And she has next to NO skill involving a steady hand as shown constantly. That includes cooking related when she slashes a cutting board by just hitting it once.

Yeah, that’s a quick break right there.

Okay, so Cure Magical is at a very unique disadvantage.

Liko is a stubborn perfectionist and is very hyper focused on getting things right.

She’s the type to overanalyze the best strategy to cut her cookie-

And then the timer would run out in her.

And even if that’s not the case, we’ve seen what her magic does.

But since we eliminated four purples in a row, let’s change it up. Cure Yell.

She’s designed as a cheerleader. But that does NOT translate to ‘steady hand’ in any way.

If her hair styling skills are horrible, what chance does she have?

I know some might say that Flora should be out too for these reasons, but the difference is that Haruka actually showed improvement in hand steady skills and that can’t be ignored. Hana on the other hand doesn’t really have these moments.

Though if people are sad about losing a well liked Pink, not to fear, we’re losing one of the least popular Pinks also, Cure Star.

Hikaru is RECKLESS with a capital R. I’m someone who doesn’t dislike her as much as other people for it, but I can’t ignore that it’s doom spelling in a game like this.

Plus she’s also daring enough to pick a harder shape like the Star. (Ha. Cure STAR.) But she would NOT know what to do with that.

Okay breaks over from the Purple Cure slaughter. Next out is Cure Earth.

I gave her a past last time. That ends here.

Again, she’s a newborn in an adults body. And just… it would just be impossible to have that precise knowledge to be able to do this.

Cure Majesty is also gone for that same reason.

But it’s even more so, as she’s a BABY. There’s just… there’s no way.

And lastly, in a pretty bittersweet, mostly bitter case, Cure Summer and Cure La Mer go out together.

For different reasons. Minatsu is like Hikaru in the sense that she’s more of a reckless character, and in her case a victim of slapstick. Unlike her teammates she just doesn’t have any noteworthy hand steady moments to save herself.

Laura on the other hand is a mermaid. Mermaids live in the water where pressure is very different. So she’d easily get the pressure to cut a cookie wrong.

You can say Melon Bread should be a factor, but I’d disagree as that’s a much softer sweet than honeycomb.

So yeah, it’s sad. But hey, at least they go out together.

10 Cures Break Their Cookies ; 62 Successfully Cut Out Their Shapes And Move On

That number was bigger last time. But after thinking about it I do feel I was too harsh on some of the sporty characters and didn’t acknowledge sports DO have precision involved to do these sports. So I guess I redeemed myself there.

Midnight Brawl

This isn’t really a canon challenge, but several victims are claimed in it that it should be counted for. A lack of needs and sanity breaking events will snap a ton of people to violence. So it’s everyone for themself here.

This is a tricky one as there’s multiple ways you can survive this. Whether it’s naturally being a good fighter who can defend themself or being stealthy event to hide and wait the brawl out.

In this case, it’s tricky cause they’re ALL fighters in a way. It’s just about who is better at fighting than others.

Cure Macaroon is a stealthy person and a deceptive one. She will have no trouble hiding out the event.

Cure Muse is also in that category. As despite her small size, she was a vigilante for such a long time and kept to the shadows. Hiding is pretty natural to her.

Cure Cosmo could actually do it either way. She has the skill to defend herself AND she is a master at disguise like Ako. She has no problem here.

Cure Sunshine, even without powers, is a master at combat being from a dojo and all. She has no problem defending herself.

Cure Moonlight is also a veteran warrior, so she’d have no problem with defense.

Cure Rosetta is also someone who has trained in martial arts outside of powers, so she’d survive no problem. Even if she’s the barrier warrior of her team.

Cure Flamingo has absolutely no trouble committing to assault when she deems necessary. She’d probably be the first to snap.

Cure Sky is also a trained warrior with plenty of strength to go around. So she has no problem.

Now for the hard part. Who doesn’t survive the night?

The first one to go is Cure Whip.

Unlike the rest of her teammates, Ichika has nothing going for her besides being a baker. And with KiraKira’s combat style compared to the others, she’s far less capable of a fist fight as a result.

What can she do? Cream someone??

Yeah that just won’t work.

Cure Yum Yum is also gone.

For the same reasons that she is just a cook. And her personality in particular makes herself very noticeable.

But while Yui is a soccer player, Kokone is quiet and can hide, and Amane is a vigilante with skill, Ran just doesn’t have anything.

Shiny Luminous is probably the weakest cure remaining.

Aside from from being an amplifier, Hikari just does not have anything compared to the others around her.

Of the Yes 5 Cures, Cure Lemonade has the worst shot at this.

She’s expressive in lifestyle so she wouldn’t think about hiding, and compared to her teammates she has the least noteworthy of skill to fight anyone off.

Unless she had rope, but no weapons.

And now we lose a fan favorite unfortunately, Cure Blossom.

For the mockery of ‘weakest Cure ever’, Tsubomi should be really proud of herself for surviving the first two games.

Unfortunately her run ends here. As that mockery does play a factor. Tsubomi is very easy to scare, so it’s not hard to find her, and she’s just too fragile to fight anyone off.

But if that’s too upsetting, not to worry, Cure Ace is also out.

This might be controversial, as Aguri is one of the most overpowered Cures ever…

But only WITH her powers.

Without them, she’s just a regular girl. And given her nature of always butting into things, always saying her opinions, and going on anyway, she’d be too arrogant of a character to hide.

And without her powers, she’s done for.

It hurts cause she’s one of the younger Cures here… but that’s probably the only reason why it hurts.

And finally, the last elimination is, and it absolutely breaks my heart as a Stan…

Cure Grace.

Look, I can’t be bias here. Nodoka doesn’t have much going for her here.

Her hospitalization background does no favors and gives her a physically weak disadvantage going in. Without her powers, she can’t do anything, and even if she tried, it’s damage her health, which would sure be deteriorated at this point in the game already.

That and Nodoka is a pacifist. Sure she’ll fight when it deems right. But she’s one to look for the least harm as a solution. In the world of Squid Game, this is a failing move.

So sorry. She’s my fave. It hurts.

7 Cures Get The Boot ; 55 Cures Survive The Night

Tug Of War

This is another strength based game. Two teams play tug of war against each other and losing side falls to their doom.

This game requires good strength and teamwork. Preferably both.

Now, in the context of Squid Game, there’s be two teams.

I’m not doing that here. Because you come up with ANY match up here, and results would vary.

Instead I’m gonna continue to factor them individually and you can infer from that they’re on the losing team.

From future Eliminations you can interpret the 27 that’d get eliminated here.

This is also tricky, as naturally, all of them are strong and good at teamwork to a degree.

But for the BEST ones at this,

All the Duos left together. (Melody & Rhythm, Black & White, Bloom & Egret, Lovely & Princess, Amour & Ma’Cheri, Sky & Prism, Wing & Butterfly)

More than the others, these Cures are VERY devoted to their teammates and it shows. They’d survive easily.

The Fresh Cures are all very team focused in their move sets and lifestyles.

Also helps that all four of them are still here.

Cure Dream is an excellent leader of a team of 6.

And shes the only 6 Team Leader left in the game. She’d be great at working with a team.

Cure March and Cure Soliel are both strong and the eldest of many siblings. They’re known for teamwork.

Cure Heart is a HUGE standout here.

She’s the student council president, the leader of her team, and a very strong a determined fighter on her own, and is always taking the selfless route of her team first.

More than anyone else here, if anyone’s carrying the team to victory, it’s her.

And finally, Cure Moonlight.

This is a strange one, as last time, I actually eliminated her in this round because she wasn’t a very big team player and took the longest of anyone to join a team. And even then there were complications.

BUT, looking back, I feel like that was my biggest error in that previous list. As while that IS true, you can’t ignore that Yuri IS one of the STRONGEST Cures remaining.

Regardless if she is a good team player or not, if you’re strong enough to hold the rope, you can survive.

So there, I redeemed myself.

So yeah, there’s a lot of good Cures here. What a shock, a show all about teamwork has characters great at teamwork.

But there ARE exceptions to that, surprisingly.

First one is Cure Muse.

1, she’s the smallest and therefore weakest one left.

2, she’s a loner. It’s who she is.

Lethal combo.

And sadly Cure Cosmo.

She was a front runner before, so WOW, what a downfall.

Literally.

While she’s not as weak as Ako, she is also a huge loner and didn’t cooperate with a team even after joining, she was just kinda along for the ride.

Cure Spicy and Cure Finale are both gone here.

Both of them are natural loner who struggle with others, and constantly go on their own and are just social communicators.

Cure Fortune. For… pretty much all the same reasons as the previous combined.

And finally,

Cure Miracle and Cure Fontaine.

The thing that screws them over here is their respective teammates, the Mahou Tsukai Cures and the Healin Good Cures.

Who, aside from themselves, have ALREADY been eliminated.

So they’re alone here.

It’s sad, honestly.

7 Cures Are On The Losing Team ; 48 Cures would hypothetically survive

Marbles

In this came, pairings are pinned against each other to ensure one of them gets all the marbles.

There’s multiple ways to go at this. You can play a marble game. Or if you’re not good at that, there’s always manipulation.

With that in mind, I think the obvious contenders are the villain Cures, especially the born ones.

That’s Amour & Passion.

They’d have no problem.

Cure Macaroon is also a master manipulator without even needing to be a villain.

It’s honestly impressive.

And… that’s it.

Not a lot. That’s because all of these characters are so good hearted that they just wouldn’t be able to hurt their partners.

With that in mind…

We gotta talk about the partners.

I think we’d know who’s pair up with who, not knowing what the game is.

And if Amour made it…

That means her little Cure Ma’Cheri is a goner.

It doesn’t help that she’s younger, and therefore just not a manipulative person.

Plus I think she would allow Ruru to go on.

If Cure Peach is Setsuna’s partner, then she’d also go.

Love is an overbearing person anyway who devotes herself to people.

And then, Cure Chocolot.

Try and convince me Yukari wouldn’t be Akira’s partner. But Akira is very loyal and devoted to people. Sure she’d try to fight to save them both, but once she realizes they can’t, Akira would give Yukari the marbles.

Then there’s the other duos. Melody & Rhythm, Black & White, Bloom & Egret, Lovely & Princess, Sky & Prism, Wing & Butterfly, and the other teams left with just two of them left. Berry & Pine, Sunshine & Moonlight, Gelato & Parfait, Ange & Etoile.

I don’t see these characters manipulating the other. SO… Which ones would sacrifice themselves so the other would move on?

I feel it would be…

Rhythm, White, Egret, Lovely, Prism, Butterfly, Pine, Moonlight, Parfait, Ange

These characters I feel like would have a slightly more devotion towards their partners that they’d sacrifice themselves.

Then there’s the others.

March, Heart, and Soliel, though front runners last time, go here.

They’re all very loyal and devoted, overbearingly so.

Cure Honey goes here, as she’s very trusting towards villains as shown

Cure Scarlet is an interesting elimination.

Yes she’s also an ex villain, but she’s a BRAINWASHED ex villain. It’s because she was manipulated as a child. And years of that would taint her ability to BE manipulative herself without that.

And to even it out to have 24, we need to eliminate six more.

I believe this would be…

Precious, Sunny, Mint, Flora, Milky, & Coral

I’m putting these six together because I don’t have a good reason for it individually.

It’s just that the others have more brain power and guts going for them.

That was a brutal round. And it’s gonna get worse with 24 left.

Glass Stepping Stones

This is by far the worst one.

Get in line. Step on one of two glass panels one at a time. One is safe, the other breaks and you’re gone.

There are NO stand outs here.

This is mostly based on LUCK.

BUT there is ONE factor that we can use to determine a final two.

The line order.

They get to pick their numbers. So it really goes down to who is prideful enough to pick a low number and who’s resilient enough not to.

Out of these, the one I feel would pick #1 is…

Cure Princess.

Out of all them, Hime is easily the most prideful and spoiled of the bunch with her inheritage.

And that will spell her doom for sure.

Cure Sky is not too far behind.

Her whole thing is being the hero, therefore, she’s very confident in her abilities and would think she could pass this.

And going on with it, I think it’s safe to say student council characters would definitely feel the urge to do sooner.

So…

Sunshine, Beauty, Aqua, Diamond, Mermaid, & Selene.

Then there’s more headstrong characters.

Melody, Black, Bloom, Gelato, Dream, Flamingo, Rouge, & Twinkle

Which leaves 8, who I feel would be humble enough to pick higher numbers.

This is hard.

SLIGHTLY, I think the next ones would be Macaroon, Berry, Rosetta, & Papaya.

Which leaves 4

And with that in mind, Etoile and Passion BARELY miss the Top 2

This might be VERY controversial, but of the four left, that half is the lesser stable.

Homare has trauma from her figure skating career and taking on a major role, which is why she’s be further in the back, BUT she HAS shown improvement on such and thus that can’t be ignored. It’d be a dare she’d make to pick the 4th to last number instead of the last one.

And Setsuna, while she is NOT dumb, or arrogant, or even prideful, she is someone who acts on impulse when it comes to time. Especially if, at that point, the timer was almost out. She’s be desperate. And to call her a very emotionally stable person in these sorts of situations is just false.

Which leaves the Final Two, Cure Amour and Cure Wing.

Cure Wing because I feel he would be the one to pick the back number out of everyone. He has survived in his own in hiding for a long time and never broke in sanity, and his nature, while selfless, is also reserved and patient enough to recognize his playing field.

Therefore, he would be the most humble and go last.

And Cure Amour because she too, while able to hold her own, also recognizes when to stay in the back and reserve herself. She did go in disguise. I know that probably means the same should apply to Setsuna, but there is one thing that made me choose Ruru over her.

Her robot nature.

If ANYONE here would be able to tell the glass apart, it’s her.

So she’s at a pretty huge advantage no one else has.

Squid Game

And now, the titular Squid Game. The finale. One acts as the defender. The other acts as the offenser.

And… honestly in the game it’s more of a ‘fight to the death’ type of deal.

And considering which two are left…

I feel like this is even less of a debate than last time.

We LOVE Tsubasa and he deserves it, BUT this scrawny bird boy stands next to NO chance against Ruru.

Ruru is a robotic figure with better defense than him, she’s so much stronger than him that she could throw people in space with ease, and could predict his moves before he could even make them.

Maybe Tsubasa is faster. But that can’t play any factor if he can’t get through her robotic figure. Which he has no ability that can do that.

So… yeah, the Bird Boy falls here.

Cure Amour Wins Squid Game.

She was the victor last time, and… that didn’t change on redoing it. She just had all the skills necessary to win.

[judjira]

subway shenanigans

AN: this one's pretty funny HAHA i think i did a pretty good job with this one, also it kinda tempted me to make like an smau-style drabble?? idk how to do that but hey it sounds cool HAHA

pairing: dahyun/samotzu apartment au wc: 3871

One bright and beautiful sunny afternoon, when the birds were chirping at their brightest, when there was naught but a cloud in the sky, when the autumn breeze blew wonderfully, Dahyun woke up on the subway.

It wasn’t an odd occurrence, usually she dozed off on the subway anyway, thankfully for only a couple of minutes. It shouldn’t have been any different today.

In fact, there wasn’t anything different about today, except for the fact that maybe Dahyun just got a little less sleep than intended last night, too busy studying for an exam she had in the morning.

But, the exam was over, class was done for the day, and Dahyun could go home and surrender herself to sweet slumber.

Yawning as the train doors opened, she shuffled through the entering passengers, not unlike a zombie.

She swiped her card on the turnstile, muffling another yawn. Around her, the commuting hour had well and truly begun, with droves of people scrambling to get on the train.

With a sigh, she walked up the stairs that exited the subway.

And promptly froze in place.

This…was not the exit by her neighborhood.

Dahyun looked left. An unfamiliar road with cars zooming past her.

Dahyun looked right. A strange skyscraper she’d never even seen before.

Quickly opening her phone and scrolling through, Dahyun let out a thoughtful hum.

She was in a completely different city.

Checking the balance on her metrocard was a bit of a sobering experience, considering she had literally used up all of her credits to get to where she was.

And she couldn’t load up on any credits because she’d left her debit card at home, thinking she wouldn’t spend today.

That meant no spare change or bills either, all of them used for her lunch at the university.

“Well.” Dahyun muttered.

She was well and truly stranded.

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Me: hey jeong?

angelbaby 😇💙: yeah?

Me: uh im stuck in another city

angelbaby 😇💙: wat

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“Hm…my Lady is later than usual today.”

Sana tapped her foot on the subway floor. The resounding clack of her heels drew attention to her, but not moreso than her clothing.

Indeed, Sana dressed as she used to, in a velveteen black dress, with red lacing, edges, and bodice. A black bonnet adorned her head, similarly with red highlights. A red purse hung from her elbow, and to top it off, she held a black and crimson parasol in her hand, above her head. Even though she was underground, she could never be too safe.

Her ensemble drew looks from the surrounding commuters, a rather outdated but lovely look. But that wasn’t the only thing out of the ordinary.

“Lady Hirai…has she ever been this late before?”

By her side, a large black wolf whined, expressing uncertainty. A wide berth surrounded Momo, but not out of fear. The clicks of cameras going off was quite audible, but Momo paid no mind to it, instead shaking her head.

“Oh dear. I thought not.”

Suddenly, a ringing erupted from her purse, causing Sana to yelp slightly. Momo could only yip in return.

“…my word.”

Reaching into her purse, Sana took out a slim, piece of metal, her manicured fingers trembling slightly with every ring the metal made.

Her finger swiped, rather hesitantly, on the side of the metal that lit up.

“G-Greetings…this is Lady Minatozaki Sana. How do you do?”

“Sana, that’s cute every single time, but you know you don’t have to do that, right? You can just say hello.”

Until now, the wonders of the modern world never ceased to amaze. Sana’s cheeks colored as she spoke into the phone at an odd angle.

“My Lady…I just…it seems odd to be using this…cellular phone. I cannot see who I’m talking to.”

“Open your camera, silly.”

“M-my what?”

Sana yelped once more as the phone’s screen lit up, Momo cocking her head in confusion.

In the next instant, Dahyun’s face shone on the phone, wide but sleepy smile on her face.

“M-My Lady?”

“It’s the camera feature, Satang! If you press the camera button, I can see you too!”

Eyes squinting like an elderly person trying to configure a smartphone (which she one hundred percent was), Sana eventually managed to press the button, her eyes widening in delight.

“Oh! Hello, my Lady!”

Momo barked, tail wagging as Sana awkwardly lowered the camera to Momo’s level.

“Oh, you’re both there! Hi! Aw, you two look so cute.”

Panting excitedly, Momo licked the screen, causing a number of things to flash on the phone.

“Ack! Lady Hirai! Please don’t do that, the device is sensitive to water!”

Pulling the phone away from Momo’s disappointed whine, Sana cleared her throat.

“Ahem. My Lady, where might you be? It is past your usual hour of arrival.”

“Ah yeah, about that…I’m kind of…stranded.”

Sana blinked.

“Stranded?”

“Yeah, I’m about…two cities over. The one day our subway system’s on time, huh?”

“But…can you not just take the rail going back?”

“Yeeaaaah…I used up all my credits going here, and my debit card’s at home. Got no money on me either. How unlucky.”

“Oh dear.”

“No worries, though! You can just head back home, get some money from Jeong, then get over to me!”

Sana was forced to process all this in a few seconds.

“O-oh, um…I see."

“Yep! No worries! Oh, but um…try not to let the other girls know, alright? Especially Tzu, I’d hate to see what she’d do to the trains if she found out what happened.”

“I…um, my Lady?”

“Just keep a low profile! I’ve already texted Jeong, she’ll know how much to give you! Then, you just gotta buy a ticket going here, then we can buy a ticket for both of us, going back home!”

“Uh…alright, I—”

“You got all that?”

Sana glanced towards Momo, eyes flitting rather uncertainly. Momo could only yip in reassurance.

“I…yes. I understand, my Lady.”

“Alright, cool! Uh…not that I’m afraid or anything, but do you think you can come before it’s dark? College girl alone after dark…not so reassuring, haha.”

Sana’s eyes widened, only realizing now the importance of her task. Her Lady was in danger, in a foreign city with no one around to help. And only Sana (and Momo) could help her.

Sana could not fail.

“I will not let you down, my Lady.”

“Great! I’m counting on you, Satang! See you soon! I love you!”

The phone’s screen turned dark, indicating the call had ended.

Sana stuffed the phone into her purse, a visage of determination dawning on her face. She would not let her Lady down.

“Come, Lady Hirai. We must rescue our Lady posthaste.”

“Arf!”

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angelbaby 😇💙: got the money! gave it to the dahyun protection squad™

angelbaby 😇💙: minus jihyo cus she’s out rn

Me: nice!! thank u very much jeong

angelbaby 😇💙: yep! they left already, you’ll be home in no time

Me: wait

Me: did u tell tzu too?

angelbaby 😇💙: uh yeah? she’s part of the squad™

Me: fuck

angelbaby 😇💙: what’s wrong?

Me: jeong, its tzuyu

Me: remember the last time i got lost?

angelbaby 😇💙: oh

angelbaby 😇💙: oh fuck

Me: oh fuck indeed

angelbaby 😇💙: well, it can’t be that bad, can it?

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Where did things go wrong?

“I’m sorry, ma’am, but if you’d like to order a ticket, you can do so by the ticket machine. This stall’s for customer service.”

“I should smite you where you stand, mortal.”

Her Lady had only asked a few things from her, and Sana couldn’t even follow up on that.

“Ma’am, that is a threat, and I could call security on you for that.”

“Oh, it is indeed a threat. Father shall have you judged most vindictively.”

Don’t let Tzuyu know, she said. Keep a low profile, she said.

“Security? There’s another crazy lady here.”

“Crazy? You foolish, insignificant, worthless—”

“Ma’am, please follow us.”

“Unhand me! I should destroy this whole subway for misleading Kim Dahyun into—”

“Ma’am, please don’t force us. Just come quietly, and we’ll talk about this in a—”

“No! I am a Seraph! I demand to be treated as such!”

Oh dear.

“Lady Chou, I think it best if you were to just follow as these folks would wish you to.”

A stunned silence hung over this area of the subway, everyone’s attention turned to the beautiful, nobly dressed, and dazzling lady in heels.

And the wolf by her side.

“Bark!”

Tzuyu, eyes still somewhat angry, glanced at Sana.

“Minatozaki Sana, these men—”

“—are only trying to do their job. As are we, yes?”

Sana smiled, pleasantly, at the angel who had now halted in her place, looking around at the guards who were now sweating trying to pull at the seemingly young lady who refused to move.

Tzuyu finally relaxed, drawing a sigh of relief from Sana.

“…very well.”

That was the last Sana saw of Tzuyu (for now) as she was begrudgingly ushered off by a herd of guards that kept a five-foot distance away from her.

“I’m terribly sorry for that inconvenience, my friend can be rather…excitable.”

The subway worker at the counter sighed.

“Not to worry, ma’am. We get people like that every now and then. Now, what can I help you with?”

Sana inwardly shuddered. Now came the hard part.

“I would like a ticket to this city, please.”

The worker raised an eyebrow.

“That’s pretty far for this time of day.”

Sana stiffened, posturing up and holding her parasol at an angle.

“My business is my own.”

“Alright, alright. It’s my job to check these kinds of things, you understand. Especially with what happened with your friend.”

Sana chose not to answer that, instead keeping quiet. Inside, she was shuddering quite so. What was it with humans nowadays and their pervasive questions and nature?

“Here are your tickets, ma’am. Oh, and um…we don’t allow dogs that big on the train.”

The worker gestured to Momo, who was sniffing at some newspaper that was left on the ground.

“O-Oh?”

“Yeah, it might bother some other commuters. Even if your dog is pretty cute.”

At that, Momo’s head tilted up to the counter, tilting in confusion. The worker gushed.

“Aw.”

“I assure you, sir, she is very well domesticated, and she would not hurt a fly.”

Momo let out a yip of offense at the description.

“Regardless, ma’am, I have to insist.”

Sana inwardly cursed. She couldn’t just leave Momo here, who knows what could happen to her?

(In truth, Sana’s legs just shook at the thought of being alone in a train and having to suffer small talk with other commuters.)

“B-but, sir…”

In the next instant, all Sana heard was a deep growling that dropped her stomach to the floor.

Turning to Momo, Sana clenched up, as Momo’s silver eyes gleamed dangerously at the worker, deep and gritty growl raising the goosebumps on her neck.

And the worker’s, too.

“Ack…um, I meant…sure! Y-yeah, you can take your dog with you!”

And the next moment, Momo was back to panting excitedly, silver eyes gleaming with a rather apt satisfaction.

“…my thanks, then.”

Sana’s fingers snatched at the ticket, rushing off to the trains before anyone could say another word.

So much for low profile.

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Me: so

Me: why am i receiving a call from subway security

Me: saying that i need to come get a distressed young woman of whom i am listed as an emergency contact

angelbaby 😇💙: wow that’s pretty weird

angelbaby 😇💙: haha

Me: jeong pls

angelbaby 😇💙: okay okay, i’m sorry

angelbaby 😇💙: but at least the worst has passed, right?

Me: they just texted

Me: she’s disappeared

angelbaby 😇💙: …

angelbaby 😇💙: i swear to father i am going to murder that angel

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Yes, it was true.

Sana was guilty.

Of the most heinous crime imaginable.

“I am sorry, Lady Hirai.”

She spoke with such sorrow, one could only imagine that it was necessary, what she did.

But no, it was only out of self-preservation.

Sana was a selfish, cruel being.

And she deserved every bit of punishment for it.

With one last mournful glance towards Momo, she covered her face.

Momo let out a devastating howl at the treachery.

Never. Never would she forgive Sana for this slight against her.

And as a hand descended towards her face, Momo accepted her fate.

“Puppy!”

“She’s so big!”

“Her fur is so fluffy!”

“Now, now, children. One at a time.”

Momo let out another sorrowful whine as a child pressed their face against her fur.

“Big doggie!”

Holding tightly onto a metal rod affixed to the floor, Sana swallowed another gulp as the train hit another bumpy rail.

These confounded things were too bumpy, and every shake of the rail cabin had Sana fearing for her life, her skin turning shades paler than it already was.

These things were a deathtrap. And her Lady rode these everyday?

No wonder humans were so sturdy.

She winced at another of Momo’s whines, as another child grasped at her tail.

“Fluffy!”

Guilt wracked at her heart for giving Momo up to the children that occupied the train car before them.

She had to, otherwise, she would be forced to entertain their questions about her, and children were…

Well, they were a different beast entirely.

“Forgive me, Lady Hirai.”

With one last glance towards Momo’s silent suffering, Sana squeezed her eyes shut, praying that the train ride would soon end.

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Me: woah

angelbaby 😇💙: what’s up?

Me: there’s a lady talking to me

angelbaby 😇💙: really?

Me: yeah shes super pretty

angelbaby 😇💙: why not ask her out?

Me: bc im sleepy and i wanna go home jeong

Me: and im already dating like eight of u

Me: thats already a lot of effort

Me: and u guys r a handful

angelbaby 😇💙: 😔

Me: i dont mind

Me: u know i love taking care of yall

angelbaby 😇💙: 🥰

Me: also i think this woman isnt human so i would rly appreciate it if samotzu got here faster

angelbaby 😇💙: ???

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They finally made it. The same subway station their Lady had gotten off on.

Now, all they had to do was find her.

“Lady Hirai, do you think you could…”

Momo turned her head away, sniffing haughtily. Sana slumped.

“I already apologized, Lady Hirai. I had no other choice.”

Sana could only frown at the way Momo stayed at least 5 feet away from her. She sighed. Guess she expected this, anyhow.

“Even if you are mad at me, Lady Hirai, our Lady needs our help. And we can find her much faster if you use your sense of smell.”

Sana could use her abilities, yes, but she detested using them. Especially since she would have to use them to smell her Lady’s blood. And she wouldn’t want to lose control.

Momo, thankfully, acquiesced. She sniffed, rather reluctantly.

Her Lady had to be close by. It was getting close to dark, and who knew what horrors in the dark could get to her, without any of her tenants by her side.

Momo padded up the stairs that left the subway, and Sana followed in turn, being careful to prop up the parasol she had in hand.

As they rose the steps, the sunset gleamed over the skyscrapers of the foreign city, casting shadows over the street they exited onto.

Sana couldn’t help but gasp in amazement.

Human structures and cities in this age were so advanced, it was hard not to look on in wonder as Sana did, her eyes following the gleam of every window of every building on every street she saw. Towering over her, they were magnificent in their stature.

“Arf!”

Sana blinked out of her reverie, to see Momo rounding the corner of an alley by the subway exit. She quickly made haste to join her.

Only to feel her blood chill as her eyes laid on the scene.

“Oh, you go to this university? That’s crazy, me too!”

“Really? Wow, it’s a small world. What course did you graduate from?”

“Applied Physics and Material Sciences!”

The Lady of the Sanctuary was being harassed by a strange lady.

Sana tensed at the same time Momo started growling, but it seemed that the Lady didn’t notice.

“Oh, sheesh, that’s a quota course, isn’t it?”

The woman, tall in high heels and dressed in a blazer and slacks, pressed glasses up the bridge of her nose, chuckling.

“Yeah, I got in on a director’s list scholarship.”

“Wow, you must be really smart.”

How dare this woman take advantage of the Lady’s socially acceptable people skills?

Sana felt her fangs bare, restricting herself from snarling out loud. Instead, she cleared her throat, and the Lady finally turned to her, eyes brightening.

“Oh, Satang, Momoring! You’re here!”

Momo, ever the more relaxed, immediately stopped snarling, instead trotting over to the Lady with a bright gleam in her eyes and tail wagging.

“Oh, a dog! How cute!”

The strange woman crouched down, beckoning Momo over, but to no avail, as the wolf’s attention was solely on the Lady.

“We came…as soon as we could, my Lady.”

Eyes still glancing distrustfully at the woman, Sana allowed a smile to grace her features. The visage of her Lady smiling at her would never fail to bring her joy.

“Cool. I’m pretty tired already. Oh, thanks for keeping me company!”

The Lady smiled towards the woman, only to have the woman politely bow in return.

“It was my pleasure. It’s not every day I get a conversation as enlightening as this.”

“Thanks anyway, Ms. Kang.”

“Just Seulgi, please. Ms. Kang makes me fee old.

The aforementioned ‘Seulgi’ turned her smile to Sana, lips only mysteriously curving up further.

“Is this your friend?”

Sana took that opportunity to step forward, eyes narrowing at the stranger.

“Indeed. My name is Minatozaki Sana.”

The woman’s eyes widened immeasurably, and for some reason, so did her smile. Briskly walking over to her, she grabbed Sana’s hand.

If it were any other moment, Sana would have lashed out, fangs bared and hands ready to kill.

But this woman simply shook her hand. With quite the amount of force.

“What an honor it is to meet you, Lady Minatozaki. I’ve heard many things!”

Momo simply tilted her head, mirroring Sana’s confusion.

“Then this must be Lady Hirai! Oh, what a wonderful coincidence!”

Seulgi grinned with no small amount of amusement, turning to the Lady with vigor.

“These are your tenants, then? Oh, how wonderful!”

The confusion seemed to be apparent on Sana’s face, turning from the Lady to Seulgi interchangably, since Seulgi could only grin at Sana reassuredly.

“Not to worry, Lady Minatozaki. I have been watching over Dahyun ever since I felt her exit the subway. You have my word she is unharmed!”

The Lady took that time to step forward and put a hand on Seulgi’s shoulder gently.

“Thank you, Ms. Kang, but Sana here’s a little…jittery with strangers.”

Sana couldn’t help but agree, as Seulgi’s grip on her hand was now beginning to ache.

“Oh, where are my manners?”

Seulgi let go of Sana’s hand to bow, once towards Sana, once towards Momo. As she finished, she flashed both of them a great big smile.

“My true name is Callisto. I watch over this area of the city, along with a few of my own.”

The name sounded Greek, yet it rang no bells in Sana’s mind. Until the Lady decided to help her.

“She’s a shapeshifter, like Chaeng. Also a constellation, somehow, but what matters is I’m safe.”

Looking between Seulgi’s everglowing grin and the Lady’s weary smile, Sana could not be more confused.

But then, this was the Lady. And nothing ever normal happened to her.

With Momo’s best attempt at a shrug in wolf form, Sana resigned herself to her confusion. Her fangs receded, instead gracing Seulgi with an uncertain smile.

“…you have my thanks then, Lady Kang.”

Seulgi nodded, her head shaking so fast it could have popped off.

“Of course! Anything for the Sanctuary. Perhaps, you might like to visit our own? It’s not as safe, and our wards aren’t as specialized, but—”

Oh dear. This was what Sana feared this whole time on this journey.

Conversation.

Thankfully, the Lady decided to intervene.

“Thank you, Ms. Kang, but maybe another time? We’re quite tired from today.”

Seulgi did not seem deterred by the rebuttal.

“Of course! Let me know when you do want to pass by, though! Our haven’s always welcome to the Lady of the Sanctuary and her tenants!”

Finally, comfort flooded back into Sana’s system as she felt the Lady’s hand slip into her own, fingers interlacing naturally with hers.

“Thanks again, Ms. Kang. We’ll see you around.”

The shapeshifter waved her hand excitedly, glasses on the verge of falling off of her face.

Momo padded to their side as they turned to leave.

“Whew. Extroverts. Can’t stand them.”

Sana could not help but agree.

“How was the subway?”

Terrible. Disastrous. Horrid. Never again.

Momo didn’t need to hear Sana say anything to shudder terribly, still glaring at Sana out of the side of her eye.

“It was…fine, my Lady.”

Thankfully, Dahyun didn’t seem to catch on, instead smiling and squeezing Sana’s hand, to which Sana let out a quick sigh of relief.

“That’s great. Let’s go home?”

This was quite the adventure. Not to say that Sana would have ever liked to experience it again, but knowing that she had done her job, braved the subway system, talked to strangers, and rescued her Lady from darkness was enough for her to be satisfied.

“We shall.”

Yet, there was still something she couldn’t help but feel like she forgot—

The flapping of wings.

“Kim Dahyun!”

“Oh, hello there!”

“Who are you?!”

“Oh, my name’s Kang Seulgi, I’m an IT specialist in—”

“Are you the one who kept Kim Dahyun here against her will?!”

“Me? Oh, I don’t think so, I was merely keeping her company as your companions were—”

“This is unacceptable! This city is far too large to navigate!”

“Oh, well, if you look at the subway maps, then I’m sure you can find—”

“Curse the blasted subway!”

“Oh my, you’re getting quite bright, that hurts my eyes a little bit—”

Sana sighed.

No, there was no such thing as a normal day as a tenant of the apartment.

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Me: otw home now

angelbaby 😇💙: yaaaay

Me: whats the account for the apartment again

angelbaby 😇💙: why?

Me: tzu kind of blew up a subway station

Me: no one got hurt thankfully

Me: but we kind of have to pay for damages

angelbaby 😇💙: …

angelbaby 😇💙: how much

Me: uh

Me: i think its better if i tell you in person

angelbaby 😇💙: …

angelbaby 😇💙: tell tzuyu she’s not getting any hugs or kisses tonight

Me: okay yeah that did it shes quiet and rly sad now

angelbaby 😇💙: good

Me: do i get hugs and kisses

angelbaby 😇💙: normally i’d say yes, but i told you to go to sleep early last night and you didn’t, so no

Me: ):

angelbaby 😇💙: maybe just one

Me: (:

[jeannereames]

Hello, Dr. Reames!

I was thinking and meditating a lot about Hephaistion these last days, and I also thought about the Hephaistion you wrote in your duology (which I love very much); I came to the conclusion of something and it is something Hephaistion would say/sing if he had heard this, quote:

"Yeah, my boyfriend's pretty cool But he's not as cool as me"

it is a verse from the song 'Brooklyn baby' by Lana del Rey, it fits perfectly with Alexander and Hephaistion! Yes, it's true that Alejandro is someone extraordinary and cool, but Hefestión is more so.

[Spoiler of the novel ⚠️: the fact that Hephaistion is so beautiful, so pretty in the novel makes many people look at him; but we know that Hephaistion is not only a pretty face. The point of it all is that he ranked among the best warriors or has a rather prudent and mature personality, it gives him an appealing air: Hephaistion is not only beauty, but also brains].

What are your thoughts on this? And thanks <3

I had to go and listen to the song. It’s got a very Beat Poet vibe, which, given the lyrics, makes sense. Ha. (Even before I read the lyrics, I got that feel, so she succeeded in her aim.)

The “air of cool” is something Hephaistion is trying to project—(to use modern examples) a little Fonzie, a little (more dangerous) Marlon Brando (below: Marlon Brando from "A Streetcar Named Desire").

Ironically, he doesn’t see himself that way. He’s playing a part. He wants to be cool like Agathon.

Further irony: that wasn’t Agathon’s sort of cool; he was the extroverted jokester who’d never met a stranger, his devil-may-care of a happy, friendly sort. Hephaistion can’t begin to approach Agathon’s personality, so he tries to project whatever he can manage. The devil-may-care turns into “I don’t give a fuck what you think of me.” He turns his quietness/insecurity into arrogance.*

In his own mind, Hephaistion is an outsider who feels acutely different—not cool at all. His way of trying to mitigate being the outsider is to voluntarily situate himself as a loner. “I know you won’t like me, so I’ll reject you first.” Alexandros, of course, picks up on that pretty quickly, although he doesn’t yet know the piece about Agathon.

The real Hephaistion is (predictably) different from his projections, and not only because he’s trying to be Agathon (and doing it badly). The “I don’t care about any of you” routine is immediately punctured by sympathy/empathy for Alexandros. That’s the real Hephaistion. If Alexandros has an instant crush on Hephaistion, Hephaistion doesn’t have one on him (he’s a kid still). He just sees a little brother in need of a big brother.

So, I don’t think Hephaistion would consider himself cooler than Alexandros, as Alexandros is much closer to Agathon, personality-wise, who Hephaistion idolized. And that is, initially, some of the reason for Hephaistion’s affection. He wants to protect the kid who’s like the brother who loved and protected him. Hephaistion is both a little in awe of Alexandros (as he was of Agathon), but also feels sorry for how he had to grow up and wants to shelter him.

As Hephaistion ages, more of his real self does (and will) emerge. He feels more centered, in part thanks to Alexandros. He’ll always have that broody, angsty edge—that is part of him, because he’s inclined to overanalyze and fail to get out of his own head��but he’s less devil-may-care and “too cool for school.”

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* To be fair, Hephaistion does have an arrogant (and sarcastic) bone. He’s incredibly intelligent, and has a hard time taking seriously, much less submitting to anybody he can outthink—which is most people. Alexandros recognizes that, too.

[penginlord]

Here's a list of all my D&D characters that I have, but haven't used in a while and need too before I go mad. I need to talk about them before I go insane.

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Felis Brokenblade (real name: Ilana Tanner. She's forgotten it by now)

Human battlemaster fighter with a focus on duel-wielding chain whips

"I didn't do it I didn't do it I didn't do it I didn't do it"

-insane. Crazy even.

-assested and jailed for the violent murder of several people. Is completely innocent and was framed.

-was in the dungeons of a Fortress For like. . .10-15 years

-the messiest longest red hair

-got out of the dungeons of a Fortress by an "act of god" (by some means the fortress was struck by a great disaster. Everyone else died or evacuated, leaving her to have to escape or die).

-uses the shackles on her wrists with chains still attached as whips in combat.

-Keen mind. Remembers everything.

-Kinda stole her new name from one of the guards who was vaguely nice to her (Knight Avery Felis Lancer)

Fethnat Bramblewood.

Satyr Juggernaut barbarian.

"I can do it! I'm strong and capable ok!"

-satyr daughter to adoptive halfling parents. They practically run an orphanage for abandoned kids, and are very loving. But also protective.

-She's not the smartest. But she's very sincere.

-not taken seriously by anyone. Desperately wants to be taken seriously.

-honestly tries to hide her fuckups because she wants to be taken seriously.

-shes a big strong lady who wants to be a respected member of law enforcement.

-absolutely doing her best.

-hides her insecurities deep down because she needs to put on a strong face.

Ivan O'Dargen

Human college of spirits bard

"The world is meant to be explored and understood. But know this, not all of it can be tamed"

-late 19th century explorer archetype. Artic explorers spesifically.

-glorious muttonchops (important to his character)

-captain of the Northwest Expedition Team, based out of Neverwinter.

-is the sole survivor of every past iteration of his team.

-heavy survivors guilt only offset by his belief that he must keep living to keep the memories of those lost alive.

-will do his darn best to help anyone else he sees struggling with the same guilt he has, or even just PTSD or other mental stresses.

-every spirits tale he tells is of an expedition Team member.

-big leadership man. But in a support way.

-believes in diplomacy first. Will still punch you in the face if diplomacy doesn't work.

-plays the bagpipes (important to his character)

Katya Stautale

Warforged clockwork soul sorcerer

"I never knew there was so much beauty out in the world."

-very pretty???

-designed too look very human. With porcelain skin to be more "like a doll"

-delicate penmanship.

-she was told that she was built to be a demonstration of skill, and as something which can help humans

-She accepted this, and definitely wanted to do it well. But felt something strange about herself.

-considers her team of creators her parents. Loves them very much.

-Actually built with insane destructive magic abilities and as a secret weapon for the kind, although most of that's still in development.

-oops she accidentally discovered some of this power after a freak magic accident.

-oops she snuck out of her workshop and ran away with the first group of heros she met to use this fledgling power to help people

-she has no idea how dangerous she is

-shes just out there, happy as can be

-frolicking even

-so innocent, yet so determined to help.

-she will eventually accidentally blow up a town or something. Probably.

-she seems so well adjusted and mentally stable. Don't let her fool you. She's already fooled herself.

Valory Mason (my beloved)

Human Glamor bard and fathomless warlock

"Don't worry about it darling, not everyone can get what they want"

-plays the banjo

-"ex" prostitute (self employed)

-horny, but with some standards.

-yeah if she finds out you're married when you try and hire her as a prostitute she will refuse your.

-If she finds out you were married after you use her services as a prostitute, she will find your wife and tell her.

-ex con woman (definitely)

-primarily an adventurer trying to help people rn to better herself as a person

-has a daughter. (divorced + lost custody)

-ok she was a prostitute first, but also a con woman because life is a struggle and she needed to really make ends meet.

-then she fell in love with someone and tried to change her life for the better.

-he learned of her past, but not from her, and left. He still loves her? Maybe? It would've actually gone well if she hadn't been afraid to tell him in the first place

-honestly she still loves him too. And loves her daughter as well. She just has no idea how to be a mother and is scared of messing it all up

-of being a shitty role model for her daughter

-so she wants to better herself before trying to go back.

-at the least she just wants to see her daughter once more and know she's being raised well.

-absolutely would pay child support if that existed. (Probably still will on she has income. Becoming an adventurer was more for the self improvement, not the money)

-Never love an Anchor by the Crane Wives

-oh yeah she got cursed by The Void too.

-whiks being an adventurer.

-it was a whole thing.

Lady Luella Ivy Grimm

Tiefling necromancer.

"Evil and good is not darkness and light. It's how such concepts are applied which makes them evil, or good"

-peak goth

-has an undead raven familiar named Edgar

-comes from a Noble house with a long, dark and fucked up past. Demons and dark magic stuff, the usual.

-the current generation is trying to undo some of that evil

-tiefling born to human parents, they still love her. Let her learn necromancy from the court magician

-responsible necromancy. Like, asking souls for permission and giving them a second chance in the world of the living, even if short lived.

-thinks bones are neat.

-genuinely believes that everything has a good too it. That everyone has good inside them.

-this has caused her problems.

-she understands that one's evil can outweigh their good, but always initially assumes for the good.

-finds beauty in death and nature's cycles involving it.

-very respectful noble woman. Treated everyone kindly.

-uses a shovel as her main weapon if enemies get to close

-it doubles to help her dig up graves

-my most emotionally healthy and stable character.

Gwendolyn

Tiefling Chronomancer

-she ran away from her negligent parents at a young age. (Before running off she spent a lot of time reading books in libraries and temples)

-abandoned her old name, instead choosing her current one because she thought it was pretty.

-she went up to the first wizard tower she could find and basically demanded to learn magic

-the first wizard she encountered was a little gnome who was absolutely delighted to be approached by someone wanting to learn magic

-incredibly well-read. Love's reading, learning, and developing her skill with magic and helping her new village with her skills

-has a cat. Nathaniel is his name, and he's the fluffiest mother fucker you've ever seen.

-she has a really cool staff with a clock on it.

-very smart and caring. Truly the most mentally stable character I have.

Chien Jia

Human samurai fighter

-comes from the very distant lands too the east of the Sword Coast, Kara Tur.

-trained from a young age to be a warrior for her village. Expessially trained with the use of a crossbow, too the point she can basically rapid-fire one.

-very well trained in the arts along with the doctrines of war. Had hopes and ideas towards potentially becoming a general, or even a military advisor too the Emperor. Lofty ambitions.

-one night started receiving rather intense dreams about some abyssal apocalypse happening to some strange land too the west

-experienced these for a while, and quite concerned about them. Has discovered mad scrawlings on some of her weapons and gear after the dreams, all in abyssal. (Some of which she understands?)

-she approached mystics and her mentor about these dreams, and was told she was go west to resolve them. The gods must be sending her a warning, or message.

-has begun her journey to a strange land of unknown customs. Has not found any details regarding her strange visions as of yet.

Poetry Irebras

Tiefling Transmutation Wizard

-one of the first generations of tieflings (at least for the campaign I'm planning on using her in)

-Relatively young.

-When she was born her parents considered her a bad omen, and she was "abandoned" by them.

-abandoned meaning they dumped her on her grandfather, an old wizard who doesn't care much about "Demonic appearances" or "Bad Omens". Honestly being raised by him was probably one of the best things to happen in her early childhood

-He even started teaching her magic! Overall he's the most chill of old men and wizards. Although due to his advanced age, he's not the best spellcaster.

-At one point the nearby village heard rumors about "a devil learning magic", which lead too the pitchforks and torches were pulled out and she was forced to leave.

-She's still in contact with her grandfather, but she doesn't live with him anymore, for his safety. Now she lives on the outskirts of civilization, surviving the best she can.

[screamonic]

Hi!! I have a request, it's about the female reader having a older brother who was a member of Tenjiku, but he died because of a fight, and the reader is strong and also not very expressive and a calm person, she also sometimes wears a mask to hide her face, The Tenjiku members met her before but she as wearing a mask but this time they went to visit her older brothers gravestone after he died and she isn't wearing her mask, and she's REALLY pretty, all of hem are out of breath because she's pretty, but she starts to breakdown. And let out all of her emotions. And they don't know what to do

I don't know if your requests are open or not, but if they aren't you can ignore this😅

Why did you go?

Sorry this is so short but I hope you enjoy.

Angsty fluff?

The grey clouds formed as you start to place your coat on, walking towards the front door looking to the table near where it has some flowers placed upon it. Grabbing the flowers you see your very well loved mask, putting it into your pocket just incase you begin to walk out. Letting your feet decide your route as thoughts raced in your clouded mind.

Why did your idiotic brother had to join a gang? If he never joined Tenjiku he would’ve been alive and not just a cold stone to mourn. Taking a deep sigh you arrived at his grave, almost forgetting how you ended up here sitting down placing the spider lilies onto his grave a few tears ran down your warming cheeks,

"I’m here again. I’ve missed you.. I got an A in my test! I hope you’re proud." You chirped trying to fight back the tears.

"Eh?" Someone’s voice took you out of your thoughts making your head almost swivel off, the familiar faces felt like a curse to you, standing up you examine their shocked faces,

"Is that really you?" The very missed Sanzu squawked, in awe of the beauty you hid from him all those years ago,

"Yes Sanzu. It’s me. I didnt even know you guys would visit his grave." You spoke, the monotonous sounds in your voice where to try hide your truest emotions at that moment.

"Of course. He was our most dearest." Izana mumbled, as you all stood there in comfortable silence, it was broken by a sob. Your sobs. Heads turned but you didn’t care, you had the right to feel auch ways,

"You know.. He was really fond of you all." You choked out, using a tissue to try wipe off the tears beautifully framing your face,

"He always said he considered you all as family." The fat blobs starting falling more rapidly, a hand placed on your shoulder made you jump a little,

"I- We know. But please, he would hate to see you cry like this pretty girl." The older Haitani cooed, trying to make you feel a little better as he assisted on wiping your tears.

"Yeah.. What he said. What happened to the strong girl we loved so much." Mochizuki mumbled his hand rubbing on the small of your back, you can tell how awkward they where with this. Making a light giggle come from your lips before it was chased by a large sob. From that day they all promised to never let anything bad happen to their precious angel.

[xknivesandpensx]

Like Pieces of a Puzzle

Chapter 9

Summary: What if Harry wasn't the only extra student called upon to participate in the Triwizard Tournament? Far from the most popular candidate, Draco not only has to take on the trials but also deal with his unexpected feelings for Hermione. Will he be able to face the challenges as well as follow his heart? Chapter length will vary. I'll be referencing both the books and movie versions. Some things from what I've previously written will be mentioned, all of which you can find here.  And for those who asked to be tagged: @dayane245love

Harry felt a lightness in each step he took. Not only did he manage to not make a complete fool of himself in front of Cho, but she smiled at him. A pretty upturn of her lips was all it took to utterly separate him from the loud commotion of the Great Hall. Even Ron, who kept on talking as if a single word managed to shatter the state of bliss bursting from inside, couldn’t defuse the sensation.

Dumbledore gathered the students for dinner earlier than the scheduled time, so they’d eat their fill and simply hang around until the twenty-four hours came to a close. And, of course, it gave any last-minute entries to be placed in the Goblet of Fire prior to the selection process.

Colin Creevey and his younger brother Dennis immediately rushed up to Harry, asking all sorts of questions, hence the reason he and Ron took to walking the room. Thankfully, Colin resisted pulling out his camera and snapping a picture. He didn’t want to deal with the hassle again.

“Did you hear a single thing I’ve said?” Ron asked, after waving a hand in front of Harry’s face. “If you’re going to ignore me, at least give me a heads-up first.”

“Sorry. Lost in a thought. What were you saying?” He shook his head, attempting to regain focus, which proved to be difficult considering who captured it.

Seeker for the Ravenclaw Quidditch team, a year older than him, breathtakingly beautiful. Harry attempted to list facts he knew of her in his mind, despite trying to listen to his friend. He imagined what it’d be like to actually talk to her, to have a full out conversation (and not be so nervous he’d lose all sense of speech).

“Angelina just put her name in,” Ron mentioned, feeling a degree of envy break to the surface. He never once became anyone’s center of attention. Not even at home, for he grew used to his parent’s split attentiveness, given all his siblings. Still, he played it off well. “And look, there’s Cedric now. Imagine the eternal glory. It’d be brilliant, wouldn’t it?”

Harry watched as the parchment fell into the flame and a round of cheers ensued. “If you’re looking for that sort of thing, yeah.”

“It must be a real pity for you, Potter, not getting centerstage this year,” Draco remarked, coming up from behind. Having caught the last sentence, the urge to comment pushed forward. “Maybe if you suck up to Dumbledore some more, he’ll make an exception.”

“Shove off, Malfoy.” Not in the mood, Ron undertook the effort to ignore him and continue on his way, only for his feet to slow after another insult followed.

“You too, Weaselbee. I’m sure you could use the reward money, as poor as you are. But even so, the entire Weasley household will always be an embarrassment.” The continuous chatter circling them let his insults go by unnoticed by many, an aspect Draco took advantage of.

“Take it back.” He felt Harry’s fingers grab at his shirt, forcing him to stay in place. The constant digs at his family and lack of money got to Ron more than he preferred to admit.

“Temper, temper. Ought to put a leash on that one, Scarhead,” Draco taunted, laughing alongside Pansy, who started to giggle. “You stayed with them during the summer, right? Should’ve been enough time to get him trained. Though you seem pretty good at reining him in.”

Harry, who fought the urge to lash out in retaliation, chose the passive route, hoping to dispel the tension before a professor noticed. “Forget him, Ron. Let’s go.”

Admittedly, Draco found it amusing to poke fun at the pair. And seeing as Hermione sat too far away, her nose buried in a book, he felt quite better off. He really wanted to get a rise out of Ron, purely to see how far he’d be able to push him.

“You know, I saw an article in the Daily Prophet the other day about your father. It even had a picture to go alongside it,” he let his voice flow casually, holding his manner in the same way. “One of your parents outside that ragged house of yours. Your mother could do with a bit a weight loss, don’t you think?”

He hardly expected Harry to whirl around first. Then again, they probably treated him as one of their own and he therefore took offense to the comment.

Harry narrowed his gaze, bridging the gap between them. He only handled so many insults before throwing one back. He pushed the little voice inside his head away, it sounding very similar to Hermione advising him not to drop to Malfoy’s level.

Outright ignoring it, he went on. “Compared to your mother who had an expression like there’s a nasty smell under her nose? I saw her at the Quidditch World Cup, is it a natural state of hers or was it because you were with her?”

Anger surged through, causing Draco to lose all the humor his tone previously held. “Don’t you dare insult my mother.” He went to pull out his wand, freezing mid action after a new person intervened, interrupting the potential fight.

“Now what do we have here.” Snape appeared before the three, as per usual, dressed in all black. His shoulder-length hair fell straight, framing his face. He glanced at each of them, drawing out every word. “I do hope we are behaving ourselves. I will, however, be taking ten points from Gryffindor for pure instigation.”

Affronted, Ron found himself blurting out a claim of defense, something he immediately regretted doing. “He’s the one who started it.”

“Another ten for talking back, Mr. Weasley. Now unless you want to further test my patience and give me no choice but to hand out detentions, which I’d so relish in doing, take a seat,” Snape instructed, purposely blind to Draco’s smug raise of brows.

Harry and Ron begrudgingly did as they were told, forcibly holding back further insults until the two reached Hermione.

“I’d love to give him a good slug in the nose. That’d wipe that conceited look right off his face. Annoying git,” Ron complained in a huff.

“Maybe next time I’ll let you.” Harry underwent the same aggravation. Draco managed to ruin his mood, not even thinking of Cho could salvage it. He fell into his irritation too easily. Surely Malfoy would seek retaliation after the slight against Narcissa. Right now, he didn’t care.

“Just ignore him,” Hermione advised not looking up from the page. She gathered who their complaints focused on based on the exchange. She found it best to simply keep her head down and not say too much on the matter.

She spent her the last hour delving into another hardcover. One of which may help aid the house-elves, especially since Hagrid refused to join. So far, not many students gave the impression of being interested in S.P.E.W., which made her resolve stronger. At least, Ginny lent her support.

Fred and George, who loudly entered the Great Hall, settling nearby, beard free after their failed attempt this morning. They should’ve listened to her, but the two laughed easily about it now, thinking themselves rather clever regardless. Obviously, Dumbledore suspected the use of an Ageing Potion.

Hermione noticed those around her suddenly lower their voices. Looking up, she found out why. Viktor came through the double doors, his expression set in its usual seriousness. She understood why so many girls found him attractive. Tall and thin with broad shoulders. His sharp profile seemed to be a worthy study. The flame illuminated those very features in a shade of deep blue, as he too placed his name in.

His dark eyes met hers and Hermione felt a small jump in her chest. Viktor regarded her for a few fleeting seconds before sauntering away. She thought little of it, less so when she spotted Draco from a far. The exact opposite in appearance and probably just as far out of reach, not as if she considered sharing an interest between them. Her heart only sought one.

“I can’t understand how you can sit there reading at a time like this,” Ron remarked, arms crossing as he gazed down at her. “Don’t tell me it’s for homework.”

“I’ll have you know it’s very important research.” The unexpected interruption caused her to turn away from Draco, despite wishing to do nothing more than to watch him. Though, she supposed, it lessoned the suspicion of who held her attention, if maintained too long.

Harry intervened to stop the potential quarrel from starting, something he very much preferred to prevent. Often, he found himself walking out on them whenever things got too heated. “I think he means you’re missing out on all the excitement.”

“Sending three students into very dangerous, possibly life-threatening situations, how could I not think to watch every waking moment.” However sarcastic the remark, she hoped those in charge selected challenges seventeen-year-olds knew how to handle.

“Dumbledore wouldn’t be involving Hogwarts if he thought somebody might get badly hurt,” Harry commented. He lost the majority of whatever irritation Draco caused. The effort to calm himself, nevertheless, took a lot of internal debate.

“Viktor has to be chosen, don’t you think?” Ron asked, trying to seek him out amongst the crowd. To his displeasure, he once more stat with the Slytherins.

Hermione closed her book, taking note of the page number before doing so. “Why not go over there and ask him for an autograph already. You’ve been wanting to since he arrived.”

“Here? In front of all these people? Are you mental?” His brows furrowed, ears turning the slightest bit of pink upon the suggestion.

“Honestly, I don’t see the big deal. He’s only a Quidditch player.” All the girls already started chasing after him. Hermione hardly saw reason for it. The action largely annoyed her. Show a little self-respect or a slight measure of dignity. 

“And Lockhart was only a fake author,” Ron added, remembering exactly how she acted around the professor. “But you couldn’t wait to get your books signed by him. And let’s not forget how you acted in the classroom.”

She pressed her lips together. “Just because I… respected him certainly doesn’t mean it gives you the right to bring him up in defense of your own obsession of the sport.” She couldn’t admit to crushing on him, besides that was two years ago. “It’s completely different – ”

“I think it’s starting,” Harry interjected, quite intent on keeping them at bay.

Correct to his statement, Dumbledore’s voice silenced the room. “Everyone take a seat so we can get started for what I’m sure to be a very exciting event.” He dimmed the Great Hall.

Hermione situated herself more comfortably, undergoing a slight wave of apprehension. Exciting isn’t what she’d call it. Supposedly, from a perspective outside from her own, she’d appreciate the tradition rather than focusing on the negative aspects. Still, nerves prickled across her skin.

Dumbledore approached the Goblet after reminding everyone of the rules. The dancing flame morphed into a vibrant red. A piece of parchment shot outward and the color returned to normal. “The Durmstrang’s champion is Viktor Krum,” he announced. A roar of applause exploded as the first contestant stood and headed past the professor’s table for further instructions.

The process repeated, the names of Fleur Delacour and Cedric Diggory were called next. Although Hermione felt bad Angelina wasn’t chosen, she commended the Hogwarts champion just the same. She noticed, however, as they revealed the Triwizard Cup, the fire burst anew.

Silence once more reigned as Dumbledore caught the fluttering slip of paper. He paused for a long moment, soon uttering a fourth name. “Harry Potter.”

His name echoed a second time and Hermione temporarily let out a small gasp. Her gaze locked onto her friend, seeing a stunned look wash across his face, how it clouded over his eyes. His limbs froze, forcing her to give him a small push on the back, even a steady hold on his shoulder as he stood. “Go on, Harry.”

She didn’t know what to think, no one seemed to. Her stomach dropped. How were there two students for Hogwarts chosen and why Harry? Hadn’t he been through enough? Fear suddenly gripped her, seized her lungs so fiercely she nearly forgot how to breathe.

“Unbelievable,” Draco mumbled, shaking his head. He leaned to the right, whispering to Crabbe and Goyle. “Of course, Potter somehow managed to make everything about him. Always does. He must’ve cheated. Got someone else to…”

His voice drifted. Yet again, the Goblet lit up as Harry numbly walked up to Dumbledore. Draco followed the parchment, briefly wondering if perhaps each school was to have two participants. Then he heard the sound of his own name tumbling out. He felt the shift in gaze fall to him and immediately the hushed filled complaints encompassed both Harry and Draco.

[love2write2626]

Woe You’re My What?

Chapter 2

Wednesday’s P.O.V

“Wednesday… you are the key” I woke up with a gasp. I looked over and saw the Enid is no longer in bed, I look at the clock and see its 7:30. I groaned, today is going to be interesting.

I skipped classes yesterday, thankfully Enid agreed to cover for me and say I was sick. I spent all my time in the library finding everything I could on Hyde’s… trying to prove Tyler wrong. He had to be wrong, he had to be some hormonal 18 year old who only said what he did to get in my pants. All the books I read seemed to prove what Tyler said as true.

The vision I had, had to be wrong too… I mean I guess its possible for the prophecy to be true but it can’t be me. I don’t want to be a housewife, I don’t want to have what my mother has… at least I don’t think I do. I have watched my parents over the years be very affectionate towards each other, I once read a book that had romance in it… it made me sick… and not in a good way.

I never understood why anyone would want to be in any kind of relationship, isn’t that the loss of freedom? I never wasted my time on looking at boys, or wondering what it’s like to be kissed, or have sex… or whatever it is teenage girls think about.

I keep thinking back to when I was brought out of my vision and the first thing that came to my mind was how beautiful Tyler’s eyes were. I mean I guess Tyler isn’t too bad to look at, and I could see why he would be found attractive… I refuse to find him attractive, I will not allow myself to be pulled in some disgusting romantic relationship.

“Ugh” I mumbled to myself. Why am I allowing this to bug me… I don’t have to mate with the Hyde. Tyler said it won’t be forced upon me, so I shouldn’t worry about it right? What if what Goodie told me is true what if I have to? I haven’t had any more visions since then, but I keep hearing Goodie’s voice in my dreams. What does she even mean I’m the key?

“Ugh” I mumbled throwing myself back down in the bed, and covering my face with a pillow. This is so frustrating, I mean of all the possible reasons to not want to attend Nevermore I never thought that it would be this.

“Morning roomie” Enid said walking in the door

“Go away” I mumbled, she walked over and sat on the edge of my bed

“Enid you have 2 seconds to get off of my bed, before I kick you out of it” I grumbled

“Wednesday, you need to stop. I’m not scared of you… I think you’re incredibly weird but I won’t allow you to bully me.” I sighed taking the pillow off of my face and sitting up “Are you going to class today?” she asked

“Yeah, I… I need to confront Tyler” she rolled her eyes

“Look, Wednesday… I know we haven’t known each other long but based on what you have told me this is probably super overwhelming for you. I know you don’t consider me a friend… yet”

“The odds of us becoming friends is less than 1%” I said, she ignored me and continued to talk

“I don’t know Tyler well, but I do know that he still feels so out of place. I mean pretty much his whole life is a lie, and then he finds out that not only does he have this super scare, murderous beast in him… but he also has a mate.” I looked at the bed

“Enid do you plan on making a point” she sighed

“When you ran off, he probably felt rejected. I know you have a cold, black heart but I know even you aren’t that cruel”

“Maybe I am” I said

“Wednesday” she said giving me a stern look

“Ok, fine I don’t want him to feel rejected… I know what it’s like to be an outsider too”

“Exactly… now some advice.” I raised my eyebrow “instead of confronting him… maybe you should just talk to him” I sighed and got out of bed to start getting ready “You should know, that he looked for you all day yesterday… he actually talked to me”

“What did he say?” I asked curious

“Well I told the teachers you were sick, and he came over and asked if you were ok. He wanted to make sure you weren’t in pain or anything” I gave a slight smile “Ah ha! I knew it, you do care” the smile disappeared

“I don’t care, I don’t even know him”

“Mmmhmm” keep telling yourself that Wednesday “see you in class” she said walking away. I feel my blood boiling from the conversation I just had

“I don’t know what she’s talking about Thing I don’t care about Tyler” I said, I watched as he signed to me from the desk

Yes you do

“Oh, shut up” I mumbled before walking to the bathroom to get ready

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I walked into class and I saw Tyler siting in his normal seat in the back with his earphones in. I looked up at Enid and she gave me a look that said to go over to him, I groaned but took the empty seat next to him. He turned to me with wide eyes, and took one of his earphones out.

“Umm, hi” he said

“Hello” I said

“Are you feeling better?” he asked

“If you must know I actually was not sick… I needed time to process things” he gave me a slight nod

“That’s understandable” he mumbled

“Look, this is not the time or place to discuss this… but I do want to talk to you”

“Do you want to come by my dorm this afternoon?” he asked I raised my eyebrow and his face changed “I don’t mean like that… I don’t have a roommate so we can be alone to talk… unless you feel uncomfortable” he mumbled

“No, I wouldn’t be uncomfortable. I thought girls weren’t allowed in the boys dormitories” his smirk returned

“Yeah, but you don’t seem to be one to follow rules”

“Ok” I said

“Ok” I said back, and for some reason I couldn’t stop myself from staring at him, his eyes are beautiful. I was brought out of my daze when I heard the bell ring signaling that class was about to begin”

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When I got to Tyler’s room, I hesitantly knocked on the door. It took a few seconds but it swung open, and he greeted me with a smile.

“Hey” he said, I didn’t say anything I just walked past him. I looked around the room, and noticed there was an empty bed on the other side of the room.

“How did you get out of having a roommate” he looked at the ground clearly upset

“No, one wanted to room with a Hyde”

“But, you’re not a Hyde… the Hyde is a part of you… but you’re just Tyler” I said, he smiled

“Well you’re the first person to think so” he mumbled “my own dad pretty much disowned me when he found out about this” he said

“You’re lucky, I wish my family would disown me” I replied he chuckled

“Would you like to sit?” he asked, I nodded and he gently pulled the chair from his desk out for me to sit, he went and sat on the edge of his bed. “So, I know this is super overwhelming… so where do you want to start?” he asked

“Well, we should probably start with… when I ran off the other day, I wasn’t rejecting you. I um… I haven’t told anyone this… but I’m trusting you” I mumbled

“I won’t say a anything to anyone” I didn’t miss the look of relief across his face

“I have visions occasionally, and I had a vision right after you told me about… you know” he nodded

“What was the vision about?” he asked

“An ancestor of mine Goodie Addams… she told me that I am the key” I decided to leave the other part out for now

“What does that mean?” I shrugged my shoulders

“I honestly don’t know” I sighed “but I really want you to know I didn’t reject you… I was scared yes… but not of you, of what you told me”

“We thought you did”

“We?”

“Oh, yeah… I’ve learned that one of the important things about learning control is accept him as part of me… so when I talk about him, its we not just him” I got an idea

“Can I talk to him?” I asked, he shook his head

“Wednesday, I don’t know if that’s a good idea” he mumbled

“He claimed me as his mate right?” He nodded “well it’s doubtful he would do anything to hurt his mate”

“It’s not that, sometimes its had to get him to go back… he is really strong”

“Please, Tyler?” he sighed “I promise I’ll stay here with you the whole time… especially if he doesn’t want to go back, I won’t let any harm come to you or anyone else” I said “Do you trust me?” I asked

“Yes” he said, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes. When they opened his eyes had changed to a golden color, and his voice was extremely deep when he said

“Hello, my mate” I gulped… for once in my life I am a little scared.

@elenavampire21

[quincyhorst]

Lance 💝

Shane 👗

Gareth 🖕

...First of all, thank you for sending this ask! 💖 REALLY improved an already stressful day for me ;v;

So, let's start! I'll reply to each emoji as best as I can. ~ Though be careful, it's been quite a long time since I've written in detail about Lance and Gareth's personalities, so there could be something I missed.

Lance: 💝 - A headcanon about their love language

If I had to describe Lance's LL, I think the best type that'd describe him for me (At least from what I have seen) would be Words of Affirmation. I think that if he were to have a crush/be attracted to someone, most of the time he'd have no issue approaching and flirting with them. Plus, he is very open with his thoughts as a whole: If he finds his crush beautiful or with any other quality he's fond of, he WILL say it out at any chance. He also likes doing physical gestures too, although only when things seem to go steady. But nonetheless, if you're dating him expect being hand-kissed at any chance.

A close second for his most common LL would be receiving gifts. Don't mind him, Lance has all the money in the world and wants to spend it on you (Be it flowers or jewelry). In fact, now onto an actual headcanon, it was during the FFI where he bought his first gift with romantic intentions; taking advantage he could finally talk with his crush without any intimidating adults (or little butler) around. He bought her a little KOQ emblem brooch... 🥺

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...Ok, I'll confess that when I first read the ask, I got confused with "Shane", given I had never written such a name before on this blog. But I soon realized it was Shine, so... Here you have. And if it wasn't him, then... Sorry! You can ask for another character in exchange. ;____;

Shine: 👗- A headcanon about their clothes

I'll be brief: Because his parents were constantly always working outside, Shine had barely any time to do clothes-shopping with them at all. So for the most part, his wardrobe is full of loosely picked clothes, leftover ones from his father's younger ages, OR, even some bought without even prior consultation. But being fair, not even he cares much about styles and all. What he values in clothing is actually texture and comfort, SPECIALLY considering his sensory issues.

Even as an adult, when he moved with grandma Sun he only brought with him a very limited number of clothes. Typically you'll see him on his most common look: puffy red jacket and grey baggy trousers. However in this life stage more choices of his do appear, such as him prefering to wear platform sneakers (Who knows why). If he has to buy new clothes, he'd rather go to a thrift store. Not only he likes what they sell, but he's also aware of the darker side of fast fashion and the ecological damage it causes. He is not supporting that industry at all!

...I'm aware that the ask game only said one (1) headcanon, but I'll add something extra here because I actually have a special HC for Shine when it comes to this specific topic:

On Sun's house there's many things she preserves from her past, and that includes clothes. Many decades might have passed, but her sundresses still look beautiful as ever, even to Shine himself. Keep this a secret between us, but when nobody is around he likes to try them out on himself. There isn't much to this at all; it's just simply something he enjoys doing. However, while he doesn't care about imposed genders on clothes, he's aware society still thinks otherwise. So for now, him wearing dresses is only something he'll keep to himself. And he isn't ready to share this with anyone else either :(

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Gareth:🖕 - A headcanon relating to anger

And finally... Remember when I wrote about how Gareth was pretty much forced to repress himself a lot? Yes, that includes many of his own emotions too, including anger; with the excuse that it looks "Impolite" on a butler. So yeah, he could hold the most intense wrath within him, and yet he'd still be forced to keep a numb face. Extremely damaging to his own mental health, unfortunately...

At school things are a bit more relaxed, so Gareth HAS some ways to express his anger if something or somebody is bothering him there. Best example is obviously aganist Lance, specially if he gets annoying with his "Lancelot kills Gareth" all over again. However, it is to clarify that when releasing it all, he'll mostly leash out, never going with any violence. Sucks, because there's many people that Gareth would like to fight, yet is aware of the family's reputation and how any action can ruin it all forever.

At least if you want something sligthly better, Gareth eventually manages to free his anger aganist the man that has forced to repress it. I won't be spoiling it much (?), BUT this is after the FFI, a time period when things around him started to get worse and worse; to a point where he just couldn't bottle it all up anymore.

...Regardless of how that specific scenario ended, it gradually led to a positive impact on his life; specially on his transition to adulthood. Around GO, I think the (former) butler would finally come on terms on his anger. He doesn't repress himself anymore and will express it when needed, but he still prefers to avoid extreme violence… Unless you threaten him or his spy partner, that's for sure.

[matthewalexander]

I’ve always yearned for death. Not in the edgy way you’d think, but rather as a hallmark of the life which I have fulfilled. I yearn for the company of death, or perhaps I long to accompany him instead.

I find him fascinating in the simplest sense; I’d consider morbid curiosity entertaining as well as it is the defining trait of humanity. Though, what would it take? Perhaps drugs? But that would mean permanent damage which shall ultimately lead to death— something I do not wish.

A voice interrupts my contemplation.

“Mind if I take a seat next to you?”

It’s a boy? Maybe a man? Ah, a teenager.

How could I forget such a word? Odd.

“Of course. Feel free to take a seat; I do not own the grass after all.”

He chuckles. A toothy smile spread across his face. 

He is lanky and tall, though something about him feels gentle. He also seems to be carrying a book.

“What brings you here, sir?” he gestures toward me.

I point toward the sun.

“I came here to witness that.”

“Oh, I see… you mean the sun, right?”

“Yeah. The sunset actually and well, the ocean just below this cliff.”

“Any particular reason?”

“Well, it might sound cheesy, but it’s pretty nice to watch the sun setting while the ocean gets deeper shades of blue. It feels comforting to witness such a change. Though it does remind me that life isn’t as still as I’d like it to be.”

“Sounds pretty philosophical; I agree.” He says, looking toward the horizon.

We sit in silence, immersing in the moment.

“It’s pretty nice to think that life has a way of making the end of things beautiful though. Like, as fleeting as it is, it doesn’t restrict the beauty of it all from expressing itself,” I say.

“Care to elaborate?” He raises his eyebrow.

“We have this belief that life created life itself as a gift for death. The journey toward death is the gift of life for living things. That said, life basically created this existence that ends itself without losing the allure it had from the beginning.”

“I see. I guess that’s an interesting way to see things. What belief is this from?”

“Oh, it’s not from any particular system. It’s just a family story my grandma told me about. She says they’re two lovers fated to meet someday. Though, I don’t know where she got the story.”

“It sounds lovely. Your grandma sounds like a lovely woman.”

“Oh, she was. She told me that life himself creates all these creatures on earth because he wants death to experience what he can’t.”

“Oh. They’re both HEs?”

“Well, my grandma told me they were both men while time and fate were women. Well, I like to imagine them that way too. I mean, they don’t have a gender. After all, they’re just concepts.”

“That is true…” He says, looking up above.

The skies deepen as the sun lowers itself down the horizon. The moon makes its presence known with each tick of the clock.

“I guess I never really got to ask you what brings you here. So what does bring you here?”

“Ah. Right. Well, I supposedly came here to write, but I guess I got caught up in our conversation… well your story.”

“Oh! I’m sorry. I didn’t think I’d distract you. Well, I’m guessing you were originally here to write a book review?” I glance at the book he’s holding.

He shakes his head. “Nope. I’m actually writing the book. This is the first draft; it’s a bound manuscript. I’m working on it.”

My ears perk up.

“Really? That’s amazing. What’s it about?”

“The journey of a flower.”

I tilt my head, “I see.”

A journey of a flower… What an interesting story. What could a flower possibly tell? What journey does it have? Flowers don’t exactly move nor do they do anything in particular. Maybe it’s a story about growth?

He laughs. “I’m guessing you’d like more context.”

“Haha, you caught me. Yes, I’d like to know more.”

He looks at the grass, grasping its blades.

“Well, I own a flower shop. The flowers sold are ones that my boyfriend planted. So, I thought I should write a story about it: how the flower starts from one seed, becomes a full-grown thing, is cut, transported, made into bouquets by me, and finally arrives to the person who wanted them."

I smirk, “That’s a wonderful story.”

“It is, isn’t it?”

The silence encapsulates the moment once more. Consuming the space in which we occupy.

The grass blades sway along the wind, trees ruffling their leaves, pollinating each other. The world sings, whistling sharps as it swirls.

The sky paints itself with oranges and reds, hints of pink across the surface amongst the remaining deeper blues.

“I know this sounds random, but what do you think of life and death? I mean, your book seems like it’s talking about life and I felt like it had a relation to death.” I question.

“I don’t really feel anything in particular about death, but life? I think I’m deeply in love with it. Well, in your regard, him. What made you ask… well other than because of the book I’m writing.”

I snicker. “I just wondered is all. I wondered if you teenagers ever think about it. I mean, as a 30-year-old, I tend to think about it more frequently than the younger population— that’s what I assume. After all, this can either be the first half of my life or the 80th percentile.”

“I think you look too fit to die too son, sir!” He flatters.

I laugh, “Well, life can be unpredictable. Who knows? Maybe life has decided to simply reach my life out to death. Can’t exactly help it now, can I?”

“I guess that is true. Then here’s a retortion: What if life just decides this is barely scratching the time you have? Wouldn’t you just want to enjoy the journey?”

I look at him in the eye.

I laugh.

“You got me there. Well, maybe that is the case. I can’t know for certain.”

“Even if you can’t know, I think it’s worth thinking about. We get born, we study, we find a person to be with, and we die. I mean, that can’t possibly be all of it now, can it?”

“That sounds like the book you’re writing.”

“Exactly.”

“For a teenager, you sound incredibly wise.”

“What can I say? Life happens.”

“Incredibly profound.”

“As it is.”

He stands up, dusting himself off.

“Where are you off to now?”

“Nowhere in particular— just somewhere I guess. After all, a writer mustn’t sit still. There are way too many experiences begging to felt and sights asking for witnesses.”

“Well, I wish you the best.”

I turn my back to him, looking at the sunset for a brief moment.

“Oh! I forgot to ask—”

The clearing is empty. Signs of him are nowhere to be found. The grass was not merciful to his tracks as they did not show any sign of being stepped on. I would ask the trees for answers, but they seemed to be indulging the wind I too was trying to enjoy.

“Your name.”

I wonder where he went. What an odd teenager— odd stranger perhaps?

“Oh well."

[kipixxx44]

entry 3

7/29

i was home alone for a large portion of my day meaning i had the time to boil and infuse my tea and clean everything up and get the weed smell out of the kitchen before anyone got home!! so currently i am wrapped in blankets, extremely comfortable, remembering that i have a diary to write in. i ate twice today and stayed under my mentally noted limit which was good. the oatmeal was good. i think i'm gonna start making that recipe more often.

i didn't talk to bligh for most of yesterday and today, i feel bad but i also really hope he takes the hint that i am rethinking having anything going on with him. he's my best friend and i only really have two of those and i don't want to knock that number down to one (she's not very committed anyways) even if that means i don't make him my boyfriend. or whatever it is we'd consider it since both of us aren't really into labels. i value our friendship more than i would ever value anything romantic with him and he knows that, i've told him that, i just have very complicated feelings revolving around him. but he knows that, too.

i didn't hear from jj today, yet. i don't think i will. i hope i do. jj is very cool, in the way that makes you curious. and horny, kind of. she's also very compassionate, but in that "tough love" kind of way, just not with me for some reason. like, i watched her curse out her sister and then pour her a bowl of cereal on facetime and when she looked back at me she smiled in the sweetest way. and then she called me pretty. she's soft for me, or at least soft towards me. jj is also bipolar. so two weeks ago she was making plans to come over, asking me if i could hold her, calling me every night to gap the emotional distance you feel when you really want to see someone but can only text them. and within the past 9 days, i've spoken to her 3 times. each time she spoke maybe 4 sentences tops. so yeah, she sort of went ghost. which honestly has been a test for me, coming out of a bad relationship where if one of us didn't text back for more than two hours the shit would hit the fan. it's given me a lot of time to myself, and i know in the grand scheme of things 9 days isn't a lot of time, but to be in your head for that long is. plus i haven't really been sleeping. or eating, so that means almost no energy. which means i just sit there.

jj is also one of the most beautiful girls i've ever seen in my life, no exaggeration. the whole reason we started talking was because kaz cheated on me with her, and when i first found out it broke me sort of because she was literally everything i wanted to look like. her hair is long and pretty and a nice shade of really warm toned brown and her eyes are breathtaking. i don't even really know what i'd call the color but it's a mix of green and blue and hazel and it's captivating. her dimples are even and her piercing is cute and her smile is contagious. with that being said, she has a very paintable face. i've been trying to get the sketches down so i can slap something on some canvas. unfortunately i haven't drawn an anatomically correct face in such a long time so it's all shit. and i literally do abstract mixed media, so the anatomy doesn't matter too much to begin with since the majority is going to be abstracted in some way but every time i think about her i just want to get every detail right.

i did paint, though. i don't think i like it very much, but it's going towards a project, a mini-series if you'd like to put it that way. i was blasted when i came up with the concepts, so bear with me but essentially it's based around "mind, body, soul" as a prompt. mind referring to consciousness, as well as a higher form of consciousness, body being the physical form and connections to its surroundings, and soul being the individuality of the energies that accompany the physical form. i'm going to separate each of the elements onto different canvases, so they're gonna be a set. lots of bright, flowing colors, acid trip visuals but not too overwhelmingly so, lots of overlap. glitter may eventually be incorporated somehow. i did body today, i'm excited about watching it all come together.

i'm quite tired and i don't really want to leave my room cos it smells like food and i'm really hungry so it's giving me a headache. i think i am going to sleep early.

thank u :)