#so vry tired need more sleep - only had a few hours but I wanted to write this out

[prismadog]

I wrote a part 3 to the Making a Nest a Home fic! [dragon mom grian au] ~whooo (I'm vry tired)

it's honestly not a very long chapter, none of them are, but I can always go back later and rewrite them when I decide to do the full fic for the au [idk when that'll be].

anyway, here's the ao3 link -> Making a Nest a Home Chapter 3

and the links to part 1 and part 2.

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a Nest Perfected

The four Boatem Members meet up again in the evening with the items from the hermits of the server, and they add them to the nest with grins shared. It took them all day to visit the few hermits on their lists but it was a productive day. 

When the special items are added, they step back and take another look at their creation.

“It looks a bit full now,” Impulse says, “But I don’t think he’d mind.”

“It looks really quite cozy,” Mumbo says.

“Who knew nests could look as comfortable as this one?” Scar wonders aloud.

Pearl nods, agreeing with them. “Well, boys, I think we’re ready to give it to Grian, yeah?” They agree and she pulls out her communication device.

<Pearlescentmoon> hey, Grian, where are ya?

There’s a little *ping* a minute or so later with their friend’s response.

<Grian> I’m trading with villagers then I’m going to stock the train. Why?

<Pearlescentmoon> no reason. how long will you be down there?

<Grian> Pearl. what’s this about?

<Pearlescentmoon> it’s a secret ;p 

There’s silence for a long, long moment, at least a few minutes. Then, there’s another *ping*

<Grian> I know you’re up to something but to answer your question, it’ll be about an hour. maybe a bit more.

<Pearlescentmoon> great! stay there with your villagers and don’t come out until I say so

<Grian> …ok

“All right, boys,” she says, putting the device away. “Let’s get this packed up and into Grian’s base. He’s gonna be busy for another hour which’ll give us more than enough time to move the nest into his base.

“I have an empty shulker we can use for the hermits’ items,” Impulse says and pulls out a yellow shulker. “Though, we’re gonna have to carry the base by ourselves, I think.”

“I can carry the machine part,” Mumbo says while Pearl says, “I’ll carry the base.”

“I’ll carry the blankets,” Scar says.

They start packing up the items in the shulker and quickly find that one shulker isn’t enough and that several items have to go into their personal inventories - oh well. They get everything sorted then grab the components that make up the nest itself, and they leave Pearl’s base.

It’s a short distance to Grian’s Midnight Alley and on the way, they discuss the best location for the nest. Impulse suggested the Griangotts Bank but that’s still under construction so Mumbo suggested the Magical Menagerie - turns out that it’s a little too loud once you get through the door. Scar then suggested the Dead End, mostly because he’s really proud of his work, but they vote against it for lack of interior space and zombies spawning in what spaces there are.

After looking at a few buildings, they settle on the Barrel Beast. It’s a bit messy and there’s barrels everywhere, hence the name, but it’s a good building with a cozy interior and not-too-bright lighting. Plus, as a bonus, it’s near the entrance of the cave so if anyone wants to visit, they don’t have to wander too far into the unconstructed bits to find Grian. And, and as another bonus, the nest with all the different hermits’ items will add a little color to the place.

So, the four settle on the Barrel Beast and get to work on setting up the nest again. It doesn’t take long, maybe 10 minutes to get the base and the machine put together again, then Scar takes a few minutes to get the bedding situated. Getting the different gifts in the nest takes a lot longer to arrange - they can’t just dump the items in the nest and call it good, they have to make it presentable and aesthetically pleasing.

Pearl’s communication device pings and she finds a message from Grian there.

<Grian> I’m done trading, is it safe to come up?

She looks over their work, “He’s done trading. Is there anything more we have to do?”

“Nah, I think we’ve done all we can,” Impulse says.

“It looks am-a-zing,” Scar says with a grin.

“Don’t think there’s much else we could, uh, do, in all honesty,” Mumbo says.

She nods once and types out a response to Grian.

<Pearlescentmoon> yup! we’re all done up here. come to the Barrel Beast

<Grian> ok

She puts away the device again, excited to see her friend’s reaction.

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[roses-and-oceans]

Once Upon a Dream ~ (Chpt. 2)

A/N: Hi hello, i’m so glad to hear positive things about this fic!! this has been my baby for months and  love the way yall are taking in my words. Srry i havent been active, ive beeen depressed and sick and even more sick now.

If yall like my stuff and you wanna support me in a vry nice way, pls go over to my kofi and I can do very nice things 4 u 2!!! Any amount would help tremendously w bills, meds and gas!! srry fro the plug but ill make a seperate post.

Thanks very much, hope you enjoy!!!

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Feathers tickled your nose as your eyes opened to a room of mirrors filled with golden moths flitting about. Vines and big blooms that look like trumpets hung about and drooped around a chandelier. As you stood up, the feathers became a trailing, long skirt. The puffiness  and shape reminded you of  the beautiful waterfowl you'd seen some mornings at a pond nearby your home. A dark, blood red sash was tied at your waist, around your neck and down your back.

As you moved to examine yourself on the mirrored walls between the heavy vines of gilded ivy and, the moths started to fly off the surface of the walls and surround you. You flinched at their movement but as they started to settle back down again, you began to make your way to the door. The insects followed you and began to feast on the golden trumpet flowers.

Some of the moths settled on your shoulders delicately and as their wings fluttered, they dusted you with light gold scales. The door swung open and the creatures erupted into flight, allowing you to leave the room with their gold blessings. You made your way down the halls, following the golden cracks in the marble floors. The tower was as cold as ever and it took all you could to not jump anytime the feathers on your dress fluttered.

The door at the top of the tower was already open. There were a few panes of colored glass broken on the floor. You ran inside.

The petals from the flowers all over the room were plucked from blooms and stems were broken. The pillows on the sheets were ripped and for the first time, you were scared.

This room was no longer safe, this room was tainted.

Where was the Prince? Was he safe?

Thundering steps echoed in the tower and you were rooted to the spot, too afraid to move.

Your prince came past the doorway, his hair flying everywhere. Despite being breathless, he still smiled when he saw you. The glass crunched underneath his scuffed shoes.

“You're alright,” he rasped. His eyes were shining, like magic. He took your face in his hands and kissed your forehead.

“You're safe.” He rested his forehead against yours. You took him by the wrists. You tried to speak, but your voice became bubbled in your throat. You've never spoken in your dreams.

He noticed your struggle and said, “It's okay, I'm okay. I thought something happened to you...”

There was a loud crash below and your eyes went to the door. He gripped you a bit tighter to catch your attention and he murmured, “I have to send you back early tonight. It's not safe here. Not anymore.”

You shook your head, taking in deep gulps of air. You wanted to plead with him to let you stay, to help him overcome whatever was destroying his home your safe place.

“No, I can't let you stay! Its too dangerous! Only I can fight this. I brought this upon myself..”

There was another crash. He looked back to the door and back at you. He kissed your forehead again.

“I'm so sorry.”

You were so confused. He took a deep breath, “I was fooling myself. I was only delaying the inevitable and my selfish actions dragged you into this fight.”

Fight?

“I wanted to live happily. I have lived through the darkest days and now that I found you-.”

The glass door exploded and he shielded you from the rainbow burst.

“I'm sorry.”

He shoved you to the bed.

You fell back and though you thought you were going to hit the bed, you kept falling. The air was whooshing around you and you felt yourself getting sick. You screamed. Everything was so dark.

You woke up in your own bed, the feeling of dropping still fresh. You gulped down air, pushed a hand against the fluttering of your heart.

What in the hell was that?

You looked outside your window; there was a blue haze in the morning air as it drizzled with rain.

And thus began your four days without sleep.

~

The rain didn't stop by the time you had set out to the bakery. There was a small pounding at the back of your head, your shoulders sagged and your eyes could not get used to the dim morning glow despite your best to.

As you came into the shop, Prompto smiled at you. His usual 1000 bolt smile was unusually dim.

“Hey, Y/N. How are you this morning?”

After greeting him as best as you could, you went tot he back to greet Gladiolus and Ignis. You stood at the doorway, taking a moment to watch Ignis work while Gladiolus was finishing up brushing glaze on finished pastries. Ignis was so hyper focused on setting everything up for the day; he was mixing a bowl of batter and had set one aside, “Gladio. Could you please set out three muffin pans? Also, set out three pie tins. Please grease and flour the tins and have Y/N and Prompto set the paper cups and get the third oven to heat up.”

“You got it, Iggy,” Gladiolus put down the glaze and began preparing the trays.

“Thank you.”

You stepped further into the kitchen and the floor creaking underneath you announced your presence to the men. Gladiolus looked you over, “Good morning. Rough night?”

You nodded, “Couldn't really sleep.”

Ignis suddenly appeared at your side with a mug, “Nor could I. Thunderstorms are quite a nuisance at times. Lucky for you, I'm quite well stocked on coffee.”

He motioned for you to take the mug. The earthy taste of the coffee warmed your bones and sent a buzz through you. Ignis even added a bit of milk and sugar to your liking.

“Hope it wasn't too bitter.”

“No, its perfect.”

Prompto was quiet the rest of the work day. He was usually so talkative, so full of jokes and quips. When he was sent out for a delivery task, you turned to the to the others, “Do you know what's wrong with Prompto?”

Ignis took a deep breath and said, “As you know, we come from the old Kingdom. The anniversary of its fall and the death of our many loved ones is approaching fast. Though it has been ten years, it has not gotten easier.

You nodded somberly, “I'm so very sorry about your home...”

Gladiolus shook his head, “No apologies needed.”

You all had gotten back to work. Something still felt off. You decided to talk to Prompto when he came back from his delivery.

There was still no sight of him at lunchtime. You were beginning to worry about him as the time went on and the rain fell harder. You weren't able to go down to the meadow as per usual so after you had eaten your fill, you stood at the back doorway and watched the rain fall. You shivered as the rain air went right through you. Though you loved the rain, you couldn't really enjoy it. You heard heavy footsteps behind you.

“Gil for your thoughts?” Gladiolus' rough voice came from behind you.

You sighed deeply, “Not really thinking, more tired than anything.”

You really were. The ache in your head had not gone away and you felt everything in your body. You were aware of all the aches and the pull of skin and muscles. You hated it.

Gladiolus leaned against the doorjamb, “I noticed that. Usually, your head is up in the clouds, but you're actually present today.”

You smiled, “Don't get used to it.”

That made Gladiolus laugh. You heard the rumble in his chest. It was almost comforting.

“Don't you worry about Prompto. It's always hard for him this time of the year.”

Thunder rumbled above you as you glanced at Gladiolus. He took a deep breath and went back to the warm bakery, to help Ignis. You stayed there for a few moments longer, trying to collect the pieces of peaces around you to glue into your head to help the ache.

Prompto came back soaked like a dog. You helped him dry off his hair and warmed him up with tea as the lunch hour was beginning to  end. He ended up staying in the kitchen the entire time, enjoying the warmth of the ovens. Ignis served him his bowl of stew and Prompto looked at you with puppy dog eyes that made you chuckle to yourself. Even Gladiolus laughed when Prompto sneezed loudly enough to scare Ignis. It startled you, too, and Ignis was smiling, shaking his head from the flour that had puffed up from the jump.

Right as you finished your tasks for the day, a loud thunderclap roared over the bakery. It scared you out of your wits; you screamed and you knocked over the muffin pans you washed. The boys looked at you, Gladiolus coming over, “You alright?

You took a deep breath and leaned back against the counter. The lack of sleep and the unavoidable crash from the coffee had your body feeling wiry and shaky. It would not be wise to be outside.

“I'm alright,” You said as you yawned, “Tired 'is all.”

“That storm outside looks pretty nasty,” Gladiolus warned. You could feel it emanating off him; he didn't want you to go outside.

“I'll be-”

There was a sound ringing in your head. Everything went dark.

But you could hear someone singing. They had a rich voice. Their velvet-smooth crooning drew you in.

Whatever it was, whatever they were, it engulfed you in warmth. Comforting, warm like a body to lay with, nuzzling you closer. You could smell roses. Roses, but amplified. Roses, sea-salt, blood, skin, hair. All the smells came together and the body wrapped its arms around you. You looked up and you met golden eyes, maroon hair. The sharpest smile you've seen. He was beautiful. He sang a song, promising you a sunrise, promising if he failed, he'd die to make the sun come up.

“Y/N!”

You woke up and you were on the floor. Prompto was lifting your legs and Ignis held your head.

Oh, Gods above, your head. It was pounding, thundering like the sky outside. Next thing you knew, you were being carried by Gladiolus, up the stairs, to the boys' living space. He set you down on a red couch and Ignis wrapped a blanket around you. Already, your eye lids were heavy.

The boys began to prepare to go to bed in the low light. Ignis and Gladio stayed up a little later, talking in low voices. And then it was quiet.

You burrowed yourself in the blanket deeper. Suddenly, it was as if everyone had gone and you were alone, waiting. It felt silly to feel like that but it didn't change how you felt. You missed the warmth of your friend, the Prince. You hoped he was okay... And then the echoes of someone singing startled you.

That night was full of tossing and turning. Over and over again you heard the echoes of the honey voiced, wine-haired man singing to you. You couldn't understand the words but it still lulled you into a relaxed state. 

Tagging: 

@fortheloveofeos @gladiolus-mamacitia @angelic-guardienne@leeyahlee-nai @inconsistencys @furubatsu @hextme@zimmer2d@ladychocoberry @mandakatt @casxia

[captainvictoryboat]

Behind The Scenes 4 (7/?)

Author’s note: I last minute changed a part of this scene so i am not use how much i like it or how it is going to effect everything. (technically i took a detail out so yeah i don’t want this to change things too much)

*The part i took out was because the topic was a trigger to me, so i only scratched the surface the whole thing. You still get the main idea, i just imply more that what is written. I am sorry about that*

Genre: fluff? (but with suga)

Word Count: 1793

Summary: Suga and y/n bring up kinda bring up somme deep stuff.

ALL PARTS

( i am debating making a new gif for this part. I still don’t know how far i will go with the story but this gif is like a bit over a year old haha)

You heard a loud thud right next to you. You opened your eyes and searched of the source of the sound.

“Aish.” He grunted. Immediatley you recognized who it was

Your eyes adjusted to the dark room and you saw the silhouette in the fetal position grabbing his knee.

“Yoongi are you okay?” you whispered

“Yeah” he groaned as he crawled up to you. “Scoot over and don’t hog the blanket this time.”

You moved to the wall, giving him enough space to join you

When he situated himself next to you, he fixed the blanket over the two of you. His hand went to your wait and you scooted closer to him.

You could sensed his body heat and already felt so much warmer. You could smell his faded cologne, happy that you weren’t getting any hints of beer on him

“Hi.” He said with a bit of frustration in his voice

Things had changed over the past week and a half. V went back to his room, jimin fnially able to sleep in his own bed again. Jin’s resentment towards you had come down a tiny bit and he only stuck to the enraged stare if you ever encountered each other in the living room on those late nights watching tv with v. Suga and Jhope were actually trying to cut down again. You could see it. They were still struggling but they were trying harder than they were the first time. Jungkook… There was more space between you and Jungkook. According to V, Jungkook felt you wee a bit mad at him over the argument with your dad. V said that he therefore advised Jungkook to give you some space (because he remembered how annoyed you were about Jungoook and Suga). Jimin however denied this. Jimin pointed out that Jungkook never listens to anyone so he wouldn’t listen to V’s advice. Jimin said that Jungkook was just going to the gym more because he wanted to make sure he looked good for the comeback. You weren’t too sure which was the real reason and you didn’t really care. You liked that he wasn’t around because it made everything easier with Suga. Suga was the one sneaking into your room every so often so you coud talk some more(*cough* make out a bit *cough*). Tonight was probably his third night coming over to be with you.

“Hello Mr. Grumpy.”

“I am sleep deprived, hungry, physically drained, going through withdraws, stressed, and I just tripped and hurt my knee do you really blame me for being grumpy?” he said with a tired smile “I want to get drunk so bad!” he whined. “ Remind me why I am not blacked out right now.”

“Because you claim to love me.”

“Oh yeah.” he remembered, as he leaned in for a kiss.

You let him kiss you, unable to deny his lips. But you left it at just one to let him know you were trying to be serious about not wanting him to drink.

“If you are so tired, why are you in here again?”

He gasped at you. “Again? You think I am in here too much? you don’t want me here or what?”

You laughed and slapped his arm. “You know what I mean.”

He shrugged. “I can’t sleep. You know how it is.

“You have really deep bags under your eyes from not sleeping. I am sure the stylists are mad at you. Have you tried sleeping medicine? Being sleepy isn’t gonna help with your writing either. Hobi told me that Namjoon was on your ass the other day and had a melt down at the studio.

His eyes shifted a bit. You could feel his body get tense. “Last thing in need to to get myself fixed on pills like Hobi.” He mumbled. “I just got a lot on my mind and getting drunk is the only thing that would help.” there he was bringing up the beer again. He had done well with going cold turkey so far, but by the way he was whining, things were getting harder without it.

“What do you keep thinking about?”

He rolled onto his back, putting space between the two of you. “Nothing.”

“It doesn’t seem like that. Is it the deadline? The solo?”

“No”

“Is it jin? You all have been good in keeping him away. My bruises are gone now. I am fine… except for my pa- Is that what is getting to you?" Lately that is where your mind always went. Being alone in the room, all you would do was think oof your parents. Thankfully the guys were aware and they would try to cheer you up, this being now of the reasons suga snuck in. He never said it, but you knew he went back to this tactic of sneaking into your room and coming into your bed as a way of keeping your mind off your parents. But maybe this was putting alot of stress on him, maybe you were the reason he was feeling this way.

“No!” He rolled back on his side and pulled you into  hug. “you aren’t stressing me out. Don’t think that way.”

Still, just bringing them up made you sad again and you coudn;t help but start crying.

“Hey don’t cry. It’s alright.”

“I just miss them.” you whimpered.

“I know I know. But remember what we said the other night. We know that they still love you, they are just upset because that dickhead down the hall lied. And we agreed that was for the best! It means that they aren’t going to be on his radar anymore ad they are going to be safe.”

“…Yeah”

He wiped away the tears that trickled down the side of your face. “ What’s bothering me is nothing, don’t worry about it ok.”

A very stubborn you shook your head at him. You weren’t going to let yourself get distracted with your own problem “No. I know you want to talk about it. Don’t feel like you cant tell me anything anymore! I can take it. I am here for you. Tell me. Talking about it might help you sleep. It might keep you from wanting to drink. Tell me.”

You could make out his features from the light coming in between the curtain. You could see the creases on his forehead, the uneasy look in his eye as he looked at you, his quivering lip. He was conflicted. He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out.

“Yoongi, tell me.”

“…It’s Aiko.” He said to so softly you could barey hear him despite how close he was to you

Hearing her name broght back a waved of memories and emotion. You let out a deep breath “Oh… ok” you said as you tried to hold back that tears that were forming in your eyes again

“I can’t get her out of my head.” he sniffled. “I can’t stop thinking about how her family is feeling right now. I can’t stop thinking of what things would be like if I just did one thing different. I can’t get your words out of my head. You were right, she trusted me! I hurt her when all she did was want to do something for me! And- And the little sleep I get, she is in my dreams! And- she- she talks to me and-“ that’s when he broke.

He shoved his head in to the pillow. He was crying so hard, although muffled, his sobs filled the room.

“What’s going on?” Jimin’s sleepy voice asked.

You saw jimin sit up from the bed

That’s when Suga tried to stop crying.

“Yoongi?” Jimin turned on his lamp. “Yoongi are you crying?”

“It’s nothing Jimin.” You told “Can you just give us a few minutes.”

“…Yeah… I- I have to go to the bathroom anyway…” Jimin said as he slowly got off the bed. His confused eyes were glued on suga as he left the room. “Are you sure everything gis ok?”

“Yeah we are only talking

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JK POV

Blood. Fire. Guns. The nightmares wouldn’t stop. How could he sleep with dead eyes staring back at him.

Jungkook stood up from his bed in a cold sweat. He looked at his phone, 2:17am. There was only five hours left before he was supposed to wake up.

He took off his shirt, just a way to try and cool down. His fingers ran through his damp hair in an attempt to calm himself down and remind himself that everything was a dream. (of course it didn’t help since he knew that although, yes it was a nightmare, it was still a reality that he was causing)

“Water. I need water...”

His sore legs moved moved him out of the room and down the hall. In the dark hallway, the light coming from under the bathroom was enough to light the way to the kitchen. He didn’t care who was up, his mission was to go quench his thrist

In the kitchen he dug himself into the fridge in search of a bottle of  water. Once he did, he chugged it sown in a good 10 seconds

It was when he hunched over to catch his breath, the idea came to him to go to y/n’s room. A week had been long enough to give her some space. Things were probably better now.

He was a bit more awake as he waddled down the hall. He reached for the door knob when suddenly��it moved. In a panic, he jumped back and shuffled in the direction of the kitchen.

“What are you doing?” Jungkook heard a voice ask him just as he was a few feet from the kitchen

He stopped, it was time to be cool. He “yawned” as he turned around to the source of the question. “What?” he grumbled, scratching a fake itch on his chest.

“What are you doing?” suga asked more harshly

“I thought I lived in south korea, when was it illegal for me to get some water.”

Suga scoffed at him

“But I think I should be the one asking you that. Why are you coming out of y/n’s room?”

“That’s none of your business.”

“I said it before, if it involves y/n, it is my business.”

Suga walked up to him, stucking his jaw out all smug like. “So just becuase you are her fake boyfriend you think you can starting interrogating me as if are her real one? I think you are forgetting who it the hyung here, let alone your actually relationship to y/n.”

Jungkook looked right into Suga’s bloodshot eyes. “Just because you are older doesn’t make you any better than me or any better for y/n. Leave her alone and let her sleep instead of bothering her with your drunk ranting.”

“I’m not bothering her if she wants me in there. Not like you would know, she doesn’t even look in your direction.” Suga said as he walked off to his room