#so forgive me for rambling in my story about how I'm scared for my friends' lives. guess I'm just a little on edge.

[gaylightisminetocommand]

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[galedekarios]

also re: the last gale art i reblogged

when i have the spoons to do so, i'd also very much like to talk about gale and depression and him being high functioning. it's an extremely heavy topic, but i think it's one of those things - if not the thing - that resonated the most with me on a personal level while experiencing his story for the first time, and it still does now almost a year later.

his isolation, his deep loneliness, gale using his magic to create an escape for his mind when he felt there was none for his body and withdrawing from the circumstances surrounding him as much as he was still able to, while still feeling mystra's disappointment echoing through the weave the moment he tapped into it - which is something that we know from his origin playthrough hurts him more than anything else (in that case it's related to elminster, but i think we can draw the conclusion here as well).

gale's social circle slowly withering away, one by one, until it's not a circle anymore, but a pinhead. enough to only include tara now. and even with tara, we know he's expecting to become too much of a burden, too much of a hassle ("i feared she had abandoned me." he says in act 3, after his long time away). he's waiting for the other shoe to drop even with his own familiar. i'm sure he wished to have her by his side even when he rationally knew that she had to leave to find a cure - or to at least find means to stave off his condition. he fekt he couldn't burden the only immediate family he still has left: morena. afraid of shaming her, afraid of burdening her, afraid of putting her in danger.

despite all that, he manages to leave waterdeep, to seek a cure for himself, or at the least not present a danger to thousands of people around him, once he recognised he was no longer able to treat his condition.

and when we meet him there is almost no immediate trace of all that, he masks it with smiles and politeness and humour. he's friendly. affable. unflappable. he cooks, he fights, he reads, he's well kept, despite tara's nagging about eating regularly in gale's origin playthrough. you'd never know. you only get a sense of melancholy sometimes (his first camp scene, staring into the fire, unsure of what the tadpole means for him and, more importantly, the orb), when it's all too much and he hasn't calmed himself yet, hasn't quieted his mind fully ("i need to retrace my steps to a glade of calm and think").

what a difference a day makes.

(still, he's opening himself up a bit again, re-learning to live again, travelling with people he may have not met otherwise, some of whom have become his friends. it feels good to chat, it feels good to tell stories, to share knowledge and meals, and to not be alone.)

and even when it all comes crashing down around him in act 2, he receives mystra's orders with quiet acceptance and a smile. he thanks elminster. he's glad it was him. he deflects your concern and doesn't engage with the deeper meaning of what it means to do as he was asked. oh you know him, don't you. he's an optimist. it's all not so bad. at least his death will have meaning. at least he'll have forgiveness.

it's only much later that he lets himself acknowledge how scared truly is. terrified, he says. and even then, he marches on.

anyhow, excuse my disjointed rambling, i just have a lot of thoughts about it all.

[eudaemonix]

it's sig day (4/9) so of course I had to draw...uh...not!Sig. But since puzzle pop is out I put some of my thoughts and ramblings about (The Actual) Sig under the cut

Honestly I can't believe I'm still drawing this guy, but it feels like it's paid off in a way since now there's a story that will (potentially) answer a lot of questions I've had for years.

Sig's been a really important character to me for a long time now…All of the Fever students are though, just in general, Primp Town is really like a fictional home to me if you'll forgive me for saying too much here, lol

I think something I've always like about him (and Aya) by extension is the way their narratives can be interpreted as being about neurodivergency/autism and traumatic experiences, and even if Sig doesn't necessarily remember the trauma(tm) I like thinking about how it's still shaping people's perceptions of him and how it's something he's scared of…though I always saw it as someting he was told to be scared of rather than an organic fear. I acknowledge that this interpretation is definitely not what the writers had in mind though, lol

I'm being pretty vague about that because I'm thinking less about how I read hi currently and a lot more about where, I guess I always thought about where Sig's "arc" would go, and I always wanted it to go with him not necessarily ridding himself of his demon part, but accepting it as part of himself and even embracing it (perhaps why I care so deeply about Sig and Aya having any sort of relationship?). I can't say if Puzzle Pop will actually go deep into this, though I'd like to see it… I want Sig to see that even if there is "Evil" (however we are defining that) his friends still love him and want him to be with them. Since the story does seem to kind of going towards that route of conquering the Evil Within Sig, I would like Puyo to do something different and creative like it usually does…but this is all wishful thinking and right now, we don't know where it'll go. I'm still looking forward to what Yoshino will do now that she seems to have full control of the wheel-

[thenightfolknetwork]

I didn't mean to. It was an accident. I swear I didn't know. I just...

The town I'm from is secluded, very secluded. Still using landlines and slow and spotty internet secluded. It's one of those towns hidden away by mountains and trees that take days to get in and out of. My point is that news is slow to get in, and about half is debated as rumor and "conspiracies against the common people."

I hope im saying this right. As i said, resources are limited, so please forgive any offense. The "People of the Night" are still thought to be myth here. If there are any um "Nightfolk" here, they haven't made themselves known. Not that I'd blame them, but it would have made this a lot easier, maybe prevented it even. I'm sorry I'm rambling, I'm still a bit shaken.

I thought I was just approachable. When someone's lost or needed help, they'd always find their way to me. No trouble at all, I enjoyed it. But it happened so often, My friends used to say that I "just had one of those faces."

It felt good to be needed. I'd ask how someone was. They'd vent to me what was going on, and I listened. If I could and they wanted it, I'd offer advice, but most just wanted to be heard.

But, a couple of weeks ago, I was walking with my best friend. We were just catching up, nothing serious. It was meant to be a joke, a reference to my tendency of "being one of those faces." I asked her if she had any dark secrets she wanted to share.

She did.

You'd thought I'd told her to do it at knifepoint. Her story came pouring out like an overpowered hose. When she finished, the look she gave me. I can't unsee it.

When it was over, i tried to thank her for trusting me with such sensitive information, but she told me to save it. I don't know how, but we both knew it was my fault.

She told my friend group what happened and now no one wants to speak to me. I tried to explain myself, but they refused to listen or trust what I had to say. Out of frustration, I asked one person why they were avoiding me, and they responded, "Because I always knew you were weird."

There was no denying that I... forced them to tell me that in some way, but it wasn't on purpose! But I must have proved something because now I can't leave my house because everyone is LOOKING at me.

I've been using a paper and pencil to get by as well as trying to learn BSL because im afraid to speak again. How many of those talks that I had were unvoluntary? How many people were forced to be honest and just pretended to be civil because they were scared of me?

I don't know if this is new or something that I'd always done. I'm alone here. The only reason I know as much as I do about the Creature Community is because I accidentally stumbled across your show on my radio.

I dont know who i am anymore. I miss singing and talking to people, but I'm terrified that I'll compel someone by accident. How do I get better? Where do I go from here?

Oh, reader. This must be a very frightening, upsetting time for you. I'm so glad you felt able to reach out to us here at the Nightfolk Network for support.

First of all, I hope you are able to see the difference between taking responsibility for your past actions, and making a martyr of yourself. You have been unthinkingly, unknowingly hurting people, and you do need to recognise that before you can try to make amends. But the harm you caused was entirely accidental. Please, be gentle with yourself.

In terms of practical steps forwards, I can reassure you: you are not alone in your powers, or in finding them difficult to control. Often powers of this kind make themselves known early in an individuals life, and you can imagine how difficult it can be to control the spoken wishes of a babbling toddler.

Nevertheless, many people in your situation go on to live perfectly ordinary lives with good control over their powers. And you have the advantage over a toddler, in that you are not only fully cognisant of the detrimental effects of such powers but also already able to find alternative ways to communicate.

Your first step is to contact your GP and arrange an appointment to discuss the matter. Write them a letter explaining the situation, and emphasising your need to conduct the appointment without speech. In a small, rural community like yours, it's very likely your GP will have little to no personal experience of such cases. But they will be able to refer you to an NHS specialist with whom you can explore possible treatment options.

In most cases, those options will be either medication, behavioural therapy, or more usually a combination of the two. I understand that there is a great deal of stigma around thauma-damping medication. Please, resist this pattern of thought.

Medication is nothing more or less than a tool we might use to help us live our lives. Taking medication does not indicate a lack of effort or will on your part in controlling your powers. It just makes a very difficult thing slightly easier.

However, NHS waiting lists for this type of treatment can be lengthy. In the meantime, I strongly recommend you reach out as best you can to your community. Writing a letter, text or email to your best friend would be a good start, explaining the situation as best you can and leaving the door open for her to rekindle the relationship if she feels able.

Unfortunately, there's nothing you can do to forcibly mend the relationship. You can only present yourself honestly and hope that, in time, you are able to find your way back to something like the friendship you shared before this.

In the meantime, try to connect with other people in the community if you can. The Internet can be a wonderful place to connect with others, and your local library may have information about support groups in the wider area.

Above all, reader, take heart. There is plenty to be hopeful about here. You are not doomed to a life of fearful silence, or of isolation and solitude. With a little work, and plenty of support from the people around you, I see no reason why you shouldn't enjoy a long and happy life full of genuine connection with the people around you.

[For more creaturely advice, check out Monstrous Agonies on your podcast platform of choice, or visit monstrousproductions.org for more info]

[aurora-313]

In all your readings, have you found another couple that functions perfectly as both platonic friends and as lovers as ichiruki do, but that is so underutilized by its creator in any capacity?

(Imagine Lisa easing out from Black and Blue, then she and Kaien are friends for a little while, then they see each other once a century.Fans of their relationship will be upset, and it will be their right. What will not be their right will be to act nasty about it. You know that you assume a risk with a WIP. )

Any author can do what they want with their story, but when you create expectations that you don't meet, people will be upset, especially if they pay you, and you use their friendship/romance as a selling pitch. I still don't get why people are upset on the people that are upset. Again being a WIP, doesn't mean that I have to like whatever direction the author chooses. I personally rarely take risks on WIPs, so I STARTED BLEACH AFTER IT WAS FINISHED AND I KNEW THE ENDING, and the false advertising still hit me. I fell for ichiruki, and the end and then the soul burriel chapter where they barely speak on the phone and Renji now replaced Rukia as Ichigo's friend was an 180degree if I ever saw one. I wonder if in the Hell Arc, they'll even recognize each other anymore..

P.S. Thank you for remembering Rukia in your fiction more than her creator does in canon.

(Please forgive me. This answer went on a ramble and I don't think I actually answered your question.)

I'm sure I've seen a few in my time.

The ones that readily leap to mind from my childhood are Major Carter and Colonel O'Neill from Stargate SG1, and Doctor Weir and Major Shepperd from Stargate Atlantis. Although I'm not sure the first duo count since there's multiple alternate universes where they do get hitched.

But onto Bleach. IchiHime fits under this category in my opinion: the 'under developed and under utilized' part.

Sure we have the 'love you in five lives' speech and the not-kiss, but"

One: Kissing an unconscious person that you're not in a committed relationship with is not cool. Under any circumstance.

Two: She's consistently scared shitless of Ichigo's powers and rejects his hollow, even though the Hollow is literally his soul manifest.

Three: Orihime repeatedly demonstrates she doesn't really understand how Ichigo works.

In the post-Deicide novels, Orihime was actively happy Ichigo didn't have powers anymore, only to reluctantly change her tune when she saw how thoroughly miserable he was without them.

It would've been great character progression to see Orihime delve into that personal stance: why was she happy about Ichigo being powerless? Because she legitimately didn't want him to get hurt anymore? Or relief that he wouldn't turn into a monster again?

And overcoming those personal scruples would've been a fantastic personal journey to see in the manga. Her coming to terms and reconciling her image of Ichigo being this heroic ideal and the flawed, deeply traumatized individual who had the capacity to be literally monstrous.

Orihime could've reexamined her feelings about ichigo at their core, and realise perhaps she doesn't actually love him after all. That she lusts after an ideal she's modelled in Ichigo's image. In realizing and coming to terms with that error, in abandoning her preconceived notions and actually seeing Ichigo for the first time, warts and all, Orihime could've paved the foundation to build a genuine friendship. Later possibly a romance.

If this was the journey Orihime went on through Bleach, taken entirely of her own accord, with a conclusion on her own terms? Then I wouldn't have been nearly as jarred by the epilogue. Ichigo's Oedipus complex aside.

But I digress.

Rukia was one half of the main duo that made Bleach compelling. And Kubo absolutely pushed her away after FKT, attempting (key word "attempting") to put Orihime in her place. Which is a frankly bizarre decision. Rukia is the "Death" to Ichigo's "Strawberry". She is the deuteragonist, the inciting incident to the whole story and the primary motivation for the first two arcs (Aizen's and Kisuke's century's long trans-dimensional chess match aside).

Ichigo pushed himself beyond breaking and learned skills well beyond his paygrade to save Rukia from unjust execution. In his desperation to achieve that goal, Ichigo had to learn to fly before he could crawl, ultimately mutilating his own powerset in the process.

In any other media, in any other story, that tends to be a giant glowing give away about the nature of his feelings, even if Ichigo wasn't entirely clear on them himself. Its the classic handsome knight rescuing the princess in the tower and riding off in the sunset to live happily ever after.

Yes, Ichigo went through the same motions to rescue Orihime from Aizen, but he had doubts about her. Even in his venture, Ichigo entertained the idea that Orihime had legitimately betrayed them. Then the narrative goes out of its way to demonstrate her presence was merely an excuse for Ichigo to settle his scores with Grimmjow and Ulquiorra, and for Aizen to remove Soul Society's best weapon from play. Ichigo did personally want to save Orihime but he felt like he was conducting himself out of obligation, driven by his white knight/martyr complex. As soon as Ichigo felt Rukia's reiatsu flagging, he immediately shifted gears because 'Oh shit, gotta go save my totally platonic bestie first, bye!' and would've proceeded to do exactly that until Ulquiorra goaded him.

To me, Ichigo and Rukia is what made Bleach BLEACH. Their banter is what I loved about the first arcs, the teasing sprinkled with moments of heartfelt connection (in case you can't tell, its my favourite love language. Hence why Lisa and Kaien poke and tease each other all the time).

There's no 'Now I realise I why I wanted to save you' moment with Orihime in HM. She's narratively bait for Aizen's schemes and little more, as soon as she's safe-ish, Ichigo ditches and moves onto other grudge matches.

Then the final arc and the epilogue chapters roll around and I had to ask myself, is this even the same manga? Where's the Death and the Strawberry? Where is the bond that started ALL of this? Rukia is the woman who gave Ichigo the means to combat his despair, and they don't even talk anymore? You don't think Ichigo would've wanted to extend his congratulations for Rukia getting married? Having a kid? Getting prompted to Captaincy? Or anything to indicate they were friends at all?

(yes, Ichigo does in the novel but its telling one interaction between them is completely overshadows the story's 'main' pairing.)

My issue with TYBW and epilogue isn't the pairings - though that is a part. My issue is the narrative took great pains from the start to demonstrate Ichigo never felt like he belonged in the living world. His life was a dull tedious affair. The Fullbring arc reveals how much he actively hates Karakura and wants to leave ASAP.

Ichigo only began to truly LIVE once he gained shinigami powers (we'll ignore the fact he was only born and raised to be a weapon/universal battery). He loved every second of it, even when the power scared him and acted beyond his control. He fit into the realm of the dead far better than he ever did in the living.

Then Kubo turns around and claims; actually, NO. Ichigo's super content with exactly the same quiet kind of life he despised with every fibre of his being, living in a town he fucking hates and wanted to leave as soon as he graduated.

How does that shift in gears not raise serious red flags?

I'm not saying Ichigo had to go and live in Soul Society (though that was being set up thanks to the god-tier powers he'd been juiced with) but I did expect him to leave Karakura behind when all was said and done.

As a random-ish segue on the matter of friendship.

The Karakura gang feel like fair-weather friends more than anything else, excepting two circumstances: Ichigo and Chad (first arc) and Tatsuki and Orihime. Even then, those friendships become a stretch in later arcs before basically disappearing entirely. Sure, Chad, Ishida, Ichigo and Orihime have had life and death adventures together, but those scenarios were either a matter of self-preservation or wounded pride. Sometimes both.

But remove the supernatural circumstances, the Karakura gang felt like the average transient high school friendship. Circumstance brought them together, they would remain friends until graduation, then they'd all go their separate ways never to see each other again. Which is a sad state of affairs given Bleach's theme about the heart and nature of human connection.

But one must ask how strong those friendship really are when Ichigo will jump to the worst conclusion at the drop of a hat?

Orihime in Hueco Mundo, as stated above, Ichigo seriously entertained the idea she was a traitor until Ulquiorra claimed otherwise.

Chad with Xcution, Ichigo immediately assumed the worst intentions about it until Chad revealed he joined as a means to help Ichigo get his powers back.

Ishida joining the Quincy, Ichigo instantly assumed Ishida was 110% on board with the whole destroy reality plan until Ishida outright states 'I'm a double agent, you fucking dumbass.' (I give the Fullbringer arc incident a pass because Ichigo was not thinking clearly at the time)

It doesn't strike me as particularly strong or healthy when the first instinct is to immediately assume the worst.

But anyway, I shall get off my soapbox for now.

I do enjoy writing a great deal of Kaien, which means Rukia is inevitably involved given how intrinsically linked their stories are. Kind of hard to have a story about him and not have her in it. :D

I hope you continue to enjoy Kaien and Rukia in my writings. :)

[y2ksnowglobe]

Deep appreciation for episode 30 (Van on the Run)

This is a long post where I just ramble on all the moments that make me love this episode.

The dethroning of fleshlight tag as the worst thing that anyone ever said.

The "Hey Andrew" story

Big old butt crack down the middle of the orb

Terry Jr. asking why Ron isn't wearing pants

"I'd better write that down as a note. Terry Jr., easy to lie to."

Lark literally taking a note about how unpaid interns die sometimes. (This turns into my firm belief that Mae Hailes is a paid intern)

Ron insisting Paeden is his half-brother. "My dad is my dad too!"

just gonna weep and tear my hair out real quick over that one.

Ron's insights on the patriarchy

"My stepson is here, and I am looking at him in the eye right now and it's not weird at all. It's not weird. We're just making eye contact right here." "It's a little weird. You have not blinked in several minutes." "Now it hurts to blink, so I'm not going to ever…" "That's not how it works. You have to blink." "No. It's like my eyes are getting…" "Dad, blink." Like what a way to start normalizing Terry Jr. calling Ron "Dad"

Sparrow's stealth hug

Just...starting to really see the dead inside Grant is both heartbreaking and really funny.

Nick's shaky fist bump makes me wanna cry.

I am always there for a good low perception roll joke.

Reveal that Ron just carries to lure that killed Willy around with him.

"Yeah! Your dad is George Washington!"

THEORY TIME: Like this episode is where we get most of our information about the kids' time in Ravenloft, and like...I don't buy it. Looking at how the kids phrase things, I've been solidly convinced that the O-Dads have Geas'ed the hell out of these kids so they can't give any specific details about what was done to them, but I feel like there's a loophole where they can talk about things that weren't done. So, for example: Nick specifies that Bill ignored him. I'll keep coming back to this as we keep going.

Weird detail: Darryl is with Glenn on the murder Henry's dad train at the start.

God I love to hate Barry Oak so much, he makes me skin crawl and he is in top form in this episode.

"I AM DRIVING WITH MY FRIENDS, FATHER! I'LL TALK TO YOU LATER!" It's such a teenager-y thing to say and I feel like it really gives a snapshot into what their relationship was like back in the day.

I really wanna get a snapshot into Nick's mind as he hears his dad completely lose his cool about Barry. Like, my boy did such a good job trying to act unbothered and brave, and then Glenn just is deeply and visibly upset about Barry almost killing him (which is valid, I just feel like it's a new experience for Nick)

Lark and Sparrow jumping in to drive when Henry lets go of the wheel. Like, not sure what happened with Sparrow, but Lark has been an epic driver from the get-go.

ANOTHER THEORY: Sparrow is really interesting in this episode. He willingly covers his ears when asked by Henry, and he's the one who hits the brakes when Henry tells them to stop the car. He's also just weirdly chill and forgiving, and like...I do not buy this as love wolf shit, he is clearly under some kind of magical influence to make him more compliant. You do not get the Sparrow that looks scared in the drone footage in episode 28 to this remarkably chill and forgiving kid without magical interference.

Freddie putting his foot down that Glenn would not mess with firearms while drunk

Barry's "Oh kakaw kakaw" when he's shot is probably in my top ten vocal stims from this show.

Lark enthusiastically supporting Glenn shooting Barry makes me so happy

Henry going from trying to be firm and calm as Glenn loses his shit, and immediately shifting to "ooooh, I hate you so much" as soon as Barry starts talking to him is so funny. Just all the ideals fly out the window.

Find it super interesting how Henry cites "respecting his choices" as a thing here considering what happens later on with the bracelets.

I both do and don't want to know if Anthony already had the idea for the Lark and Sparrow homunculi when Barry offers letting Henry take his kids and run and giving up all the other kids. Like regardless of whether or not it was planned, I do love the idea that Barry is giving this offer because he knows he's got the real ones tucked back in Oakvale.

I love the word abscond, okay?

Love Barry framing his failure as a father as disappointment in Henry's choices. I want to kick him in the face.

Mr. Mustache calling Ron "Honey"

"No. You just exasperatedly asked why a bunch of times. A.k.a. the Henry Oak special."

Geas theory follow up: Lark telling them they forgot to feed them fits into the loophole of being something the granddads didn't do, so they're allowed to mention it. Also this part of starting to hint at what exactly went down is so just *chefs kiss.*

Freddie's "WHY?" When Matt asks if Darryl can perceive that Ron peed his pants.

Freddie being told the charm needs to be in an enclosed space and immediately going "What if we had an umbrella?"

Freddie picking the first audio result for Fantasy Tavern for the sound.

"Bring us your hottest moms!"

This next bit always slays me and I don't even know why:

The jokes about the level one adventurer group is beautiful. I hope things turned out okay for that fighter and four rogues.

Henry making up Mr. X only for Mr. X to be real.

Ron thoroughly describing the fake voice he's going to do, only to reveal it's just his normal voice.

Ron's whole exchange with the other rogues.

Henry describing Glenn's fantasy voice as Italian

Anthony trying to keep up with what the crew are trying to do as they're attempting to get a room.

Also, everything is in shillings now for no adequately explained reason?

The random bar patrons who are gonna be so disappointed when they make it to the other side of town to find out that Hi I'm Ron is not playing.

The start of the NPCs realizing they could have asked for more money gag.

Glenn almost going to see what's up with Mr. X but then getting bored.

Anthony doing a C3P0 impression

Geas Theory update: Grant phrases it as "they weren't nice" and the most detail we get from Grant is that "Willy's really mean" only for him to then say, "It was fine, I guess." Terry tops out at saying that Willy "shouted at them a fair number of times" and that's as intense as any of their descriptions get. Like this is sus as heck. Especially since at minimum, we know that Lark and Sparrow got homunclui'd and that somehow, Barry got the twins to sit quietly. The boys are underselling this and the only one that would be in character for would be like...Nick (who we already saw was super shaky). Darryl even prompts Grant saying it's okay if it was rough and they were scared and we still get no further information.

Ron's scary story is so good for so many reasons. Like the way he tries to make it spookier by making Willy a man with a fishingpole for an arm, by calling fish "food that breathes underwater" like that mixed with the realization that he's telling the story of how Willy died is just...an excellent combo of scary and not scary and it's just a baffling bunch of weird that is pure Ron.

Terry being baffled by Ron asking if they want to sing Rock-a-bye Baby, only for it to turn out Ron doesn't know the words.

"You find more knives than not knife in his pants."

The fact that Lark was smuggling knives for a breakout attempt is just so lovely, go off my murderous little weirdo.

Also seeing Henry taking weapons from his kids knowing where this ends up is just (collapses into a ball of sad)

Henry deflecting from the werewolf questions by just switching to the topic of puberty, only for Sparrow to be too receptive to wanting to learn.

Darryl overhearing Paeden saying that Grant's dad is cool only for Grant to not say anything in response.

"Did Ron kill his dad?"

Seeing Darryl be actually upset about the fact that he's the only one who'd want to see his dad, but his dad's not there. And seeing Darryl actually grapple with the idea that he doesn't understand Glenn, Henry, and Ron's relationships with their dads, and like the weird feeling of not being able to relate being isolating, but still realizing it's an isolation you should be thankful for.

Ghost football ft. George Washington and one of his slaves

"Dude, that was the entire snarling id of the American masculine psyche in one image…It was like football, George Washington, your dad, and the Sword of Damocles that is slavery."

Glenn in the dream space

Bill Close calling Glenn tiger is just like such a small detail but it's like one of those moments that we really can actually see him being a dad, I think?

The gut punch of "Do you love me?" and "You wake up." like God DAMN!!!!!

Like this episode is such a buffet of character dynamics, and jokes, and lore, and room for theories, and I LOVE IT SO MUCH!!!! WHY DID IT TAKE ME SO LONG TO REALIZE IT'S MY FAVORITE????????

[dirtyvulture]

😎 so I thought that I was rambling on in the last post . Also OF COURSE Charles is going to annoy Wolverine R that is what most dads do ( my dad certainly does) and the funny thing is SHE IS OLDER THAN HIM , she is older than that whole school combined.

Annnnny ways back to the point at hand , as stated in the last post . SB possibly had the same rocky relationship with a parent but that parent happened to be their father instead of the mother like Wolverine R . I think that SB’s father was was horrible one and just a absolute drunker like Thomas Logan was and had that violent tendencies and temper as well. SB always tried to protect their mom and their younger sister from their father. They probably took up odd jobs( when they were too young for a actual job)and probably one or two actual jobs to support the family . They tried to keep their father away from the family ( SB send and threw the father out of the house when the mother was too scared to do it) . After awhile things did get better and they didn’t need to work as much and would enjoy things like being on a high school sports team. The coach was the father figure that they never had , However it wasn’t all good. Their high school years were rough and they were mercilessly bullied ( I have talked with a friend all about that ) along with the other poor misfits who made up the others on the team . But when they were older ( probably around 17 or 18 ) their father came back and he was drunk, he was violent ( Did EXACTLY what Thomas Logan did and broke in the middle of the night but instead of a shot gun he had hand gun) . SB was in fear for their mom’s and sister’s life ( they weren’t afraid of dying, they were scared of something happening to someone they love) , they fought like hell to get the gun away from their father and in the fight ( the gun was facing the father’s chest ) the gun went off killing the father. Now it could have gone down one of two ways. No matter what the family tea about the father is either already out there before this or gets out after this.

One it was clear cut self defense and no charges are pressed against SB .

Or two SB was brought to the court of law there was many many people who went up to bat for SB and their character, one of them being their coach. In a desperate bid to save SB the coach promised the court that SB would go enlist in the military ( SB already had a strong desire to do so but in this version it was definitely a gun to the head “ encouraged” decision) .

Either way they didn’t go to jail for what happened to their father. If it was the got off the charges then this was the final push to enlist, and then had their fight with their sister Sara ( remember the siblings had a fight because SB’s sister was worried about them and didn’t want them to go . That is why they lost touch for a little while before reconnecting ) but if it was that court room version with the gun to the head “ encouragement” then the siblings had the fight a little bit before the situation with their father happened when they expressed a desire to enlist. Their mom and sister never blamed SB or held any negative feelings towards SB for what happened with their father.

I'm very late to responding to this one, please forgive me :(

Wolvie!R has only the utmost respect for Charles, even if she butts heads with him a lot. And to be fair, she doesn't remember most of her years alive, when Charles probably remembers things to a fault, so he does have that on her.

Sergeant Beef had to grow up faster than most kids because of their responsibilities, and I think that's why they are so chill and at ease as an adult because nothing can compare to what they had growing up.

I remember watching a video of a celebrity actor telling a story of how he grew up with an abusive father and eventually became strong enough to fight back, but when he did, he felt nothing but guilt and anger and shame, even if he was only doing so to protect his mother. I think SB would probably feel the same way.

Seeing as SB's father was probably a well-known actual menace to society, I bet no one saw the point in pressing charges against SB, especially once the truth comes out. But all of this stress causes SB to withdraw from the rest of the family for a bit, and believing them to finally be safe from harm, decides to do something for themselves and enlist.

Thanks for waiting for this one!

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Oooo 13 please!

ok so I spent like all weekend thinking about this one and it spawned a whole new world i'm still working out the lore of (thanks @alarcomet for helping and accepting my rambles) The prompt is done and I genuinely thank you for helping me come up with a new random world i'm going to use for things once i figure more out about it!! Prompt List

I was also possessed and wrote this all in one sitting at midnight my time forgive any issues pls

Big Reunions

Melody stood staring at Kyrie on the couch. He looked uncomfortable and unnecessarily still. She frowned. He smiled at her and failed to hide a wince as he waved her closer. She sighed and shook her head.

“Ok, this is enough,” she said. Kyrie gave her the same look he always did when she was fed up. Eyes begging her to ignore it all and act like it’s fine.

“What do you mean? Aren’t we watching that movie you were excited about?” he asked. She stepped up and got in his face. She could see how nervous he was.

“Not like this. You’re taking that counteracting medicine and we’re going to watch the movie with you at your full height.”

“What? This is fine! We… we’ve been having fun right?”

“I don’t care if we’re having such a good time, nothing could ever top it. You’re in pain and I’m not ignoring this. If this… if we’re going to work then you can’t be in pain taking that medicine all the time.” She poked his arm and got a shout in return. He glared at her for a bit before letting out a heavy sigh.

“...Fine. Walk with me to the door? I can’t fit in here.”

Kyrie stood up, almost a foot taller than her already. She hadn’t seen his new height in person and all the comments from her friends were stuck in her mind. How lucky Kyrie was that she was dating him, someone who didn’t get scared of guardians. She didn’t have a reason to be afraid of them, but she was scared of something else. Something she knew would change things.

She still wrapped an arm around him and grabbed his hand to wrap around her shoulder. She did want to enjoy everything before she lost it all. Kyrie put more of his weight on her than she expected. They stumbled a bit but both wound up laughing about it. A part of her wanted to be selfish and have him stay this way. She ignored that part and dragged him to the door to the much much larger house. He hadn’t even let her see it.

At the door he stood up straight and pulled away from her. Melody wanted to stop him, but the look on his face managed to keep her mouth shut. It seemed like he was as aware this wouldn’t end how they wanted as she was. He walked up to the door and pulled it open. He wouldn’t lock it, he just trusted her to stay on the side that was her size. She walked up and tried to go in ahead. His fingers dug into her shoulder, painfully.

“Wait here, it’ll be a few minutes,” he whispered. Melody nodded despite her preference to just be there with him. She was hoping it would make it easier for both of them. Once he walked through she was left alone with just her thoughts.

The stories her friends told her before she left to come here swirled in her mind. How bad their relationships went when one of them became a guardian. It wasn’t like anyone planned for it to happen, no one could. The way they hated having to lie on their stomachs all the time, or take the medicine to be human sized constantly. Most of them preferred that height now, but it didn’t change that their partner hated a part of them.

She started to pace. The relationship she had with Kyrie wasn’t like the ones her friends had. The two of them had been together for years, all her friends had only just started their relationships before it happened. She knew Kyrie liked to relax on the floor because he did it with her all the time. He would lie down next to her while she went about her business while sitting on the floor. He never appeared bothered by it. 

Then there’s the whole being the tallest class of guardian. The few colossus class she met had fingers at least twice her height. She couldn’t imagine him wanting someone that small. That didn’t count for everything else. All the other issues she brought with her, ones he always said he’d help her face. It seemed like too much. It felt like… she wasn’t enough.

“Melody,” Kyrie’s voice echoed overhead. The door hadn’t moved, but the loud call made her shiver. She hadn’t mentioned that little awakening she had either. “I’m gonna open the door now. Just… don’t move if you’re still near it ok? It opens towards me though so you don’t have to panic.”

She laughed at that. He assumed she’d panic over everything sometimes. He was the one who panicked when things went wrong. She’d solve it and later he’d hold her close while she finally admitted how horrible it was to her too. Her heartbeat skyrocketed as the entire wall started to move. This whole time she thought that it was a wall, but now she could see it was just a small section of the door.

Melody fell to her knees as the door kept moving. It was only then she understood what Kyrie meant when he told her he was taller than she could expect. He made the other colossus class guardians look small. Her breath caught in her throat as she finally saw him through the door. She couldn’t even see past his shins. 

The moment he moved she thought she’d pass out. It was so much more intense than anything she’d felt before. He’d taken a step forward and made her bounce completely off the ground. As his knee came down and collided with the surface ahead of her she bounced again. The worry she’d be afraid made so much more sense. She flushed as she realized how much she thought his height was perfect.

“I, uh, can’t really reach in there or anything. Can you… make it over to this side?” he whispered. She sort of wished he’d spoken louder. She wanted to feel the bass of his voice when he spoke. 

She felt like the worst person in the world as the things she wanted from him like this continued to grow in her mind. His fingers wrapping around her, holding her safely and firmly away from the world. Hearing his thunderous heartbeat, the only sound around her besides his voice. The only warmth she could see herself enjoying was just being close to him. At this point this change just made her love him more.

“Melody?” his voice was even quieter, a hint of fear in it. “Are you alright?”

“Y-yes! I’m coming, sorry I’d sat on the couch to wait!” she shouted. A horrible lie, but he was awful at catching anything she did lie about. It was why this was awful, why she knew they’d part after this week.

She took a few deep breaths to calm herself down before climbing to her feet. The things she did fear started to race through her mind. The same protective and kind fingers wrapping around her loosely. Pulling her off the ground, up and up and up until she met his face. It took everything in her to take the few steps over to him, to see who he’d become after more than a year apart.

From what she could see the house sized to him was the same as the one sized to her. They could spend time here easily, he’d be comfortable here. He wouldn’t be in pain trying to fit somewhere for her, trying to do things the way that suited her. She couldn’t bring herself to try and look up to his face yet.

“So… this is me now,” he muttered. She just nodded, the things swirling in her mind making it impossible to look up. The want to feel safe wrapped in his fingers mixed with the danger those same fingers posed. “Am I that hard to face?”

Eyes blown wide she snapped her head up to stare at him. He hovered over her, taking up almost everything. She could see the ceiling of the home high above him, higher above her. He was massive. She was miniscule. He couldn’t even take the medicine if he wanted to, not without pain. She couldn’t imagine him seeing her as worthwhile. Not with the things she still hid from him.

“I’m sorry, please don’t cry,” his voice cracked. She hadn’t even realized she started to cry. “I’ll take the medicine again… I’ll cover the ticket home if you need. I’m so sorry.”

He was kicking her out. She was too much and not enough all at once. She tried to stop any more tears from slipping out of her. To find something to make him realize she would try to be enough for him. 

“I should have told you, let you end it sooner. I never wanted to scare you.” She snapped out of her thoughts. He wasn’t scaring her at all. Concern for Kyrie managed to clear her mind enough to remember the one piece of advice her friends gave her. Make sure he knows what you’re thinking. Most people are scared, let him know you’re not.

“Kyrie,” her voice was quiet, she knew he hadn’t heard her. She started to take a deep breath to try again, but that huge form loomed closer. The unexpected movement made her choke on the breath she’d been taking. Huge, warm, comforting, and terrifying fingers surrounded her as soon as her cough started. He was always worrying about her.

“Shit, do you have your inhaler? I’m so sorry I didn’t think it would be this bad. I… How can I help?” She reached out, setting one of her hands on the nearest fingertip. She could feel the grooves on his skin. She coughed a bit longer before managing to get a solid breath.

“I was just surprised you moved so fast, I didn’t think you could hear me.” Ocean-like eyes stared at her for a long minute. She worried he hadn’t heard that time, but the fingers near her curled in just slightly. Just enough they were touching her, enough that she could lean into them.

“Aren’t you scared?” Melody shook her head. If he could hear her there was no way he couldn’t see her do that, especially when she was a bit dramatic about it. “You’re really not scared of me being big?”

“No, not at all.” She looked away as her cheeks grew warm. She had to tell him, it was only fair. It may freak him out anyway. “I actually kind of realized I sort of… like it. While I was working with so many guardians I sort of started to think about… what if… you were one.”

Silence. Nothing but silence. She dug her nails into his skin, she didn’t care if he could feel it. His hands would be ripped away and she’d be left alone. Time seemed infinite as they sat there. Finally sick of it she snapped her head up to stare at the huge face looming over her. She didn’t expect to find a smirk hovering there. She knew that smirk too, he was about to do something that was either awful or amazing.

All too soon that face was moving. He was coming closer, the fingers around her became walls trapping her. He moved one finger just enough that her hand was stuck between the one she held and the other. She tried to pull free, but he was keeping her there. She just watched as the massive face finally stopped, he was resting his forehead on his hands.

The ground trembled as Kyrie moved to accommodate his new position. The space in front of her was replaced with more of him. When he let his weight hit the ground she was thrown up. Her hand was let go before she could be hurt and fingers caught her as she fell back down. One finger was almost as wide as she was tall. She’d never felt more safe in her life.

“So, you like me this big?” he said. His breath washed over her and the bass of his voice made her shudder. He was louder than before, but still not so loud it would hurt her. All she managed was a nod. “Do… you still want to watch the movie?”

That was the new problem wasn’t it? Even with the house set up for cohabitation there were so many places she couldn’t handle. She still nodded, just hoping it being Kyrie would fix things. What she could see of his grin made her heart melt. No matter his size he was still like a big puppy to her. She was starting to feel stupid, thinking he’d hate her. Then he started to move.

As soon as he started off the ground she lost herself. A loud scream left her despite wanting desperately to trust the hand below her. To trust she’d be safe and he wouldn’t let her fall. The connection the two had started to make crumbled as he pulled his face away. His hand tilted and she was back on the ground. Cold and on her own. Just like she knew would happen.

“Melody,” his voice was quiet again. “You don’t have to lie to me… I won’t do anything if you’re scared of me.”

The betrayal in his voice hurt more than anything he could say. He knew she lied about things, about her feelings. The one thing he’d made her promise was not to lie about how she felt towards him. She kept that promise and he matched it. They were honest to each other and she needed that in her life. She scrambled to her feet, fully aware of the tears flooding her face this time.

“I didn’t lie to you! I’m not afraid of you,” she shouted. Standing with her feet solidly on the ground she could do this. “I’ve known you for years, I’ve loved you for years. Getting a bit taller isn’t going to change that. Nothing would make me scared of you.”

He moved quickly. Setting his hands down on the ground around her. She was trapped in a triangle of his thumbs and index fingers. If she had any urge to run it was impossible, but that didn’t matter. She wasn’t going to run away from him, he was going to tell her to go. She’d known that. If she could have kept her stupid fear in check nothing would have happened.

“Then why did you scream, please don’t lie to me,” his voice was deep and mournful. 

She wanted to be hurt that he didn't trust her, but she knew this was justified. She’d lied about a lot when they first started dating. Things he found out when Caprice made her face him. She just didn’t want him to hate her. She had so much baggage, things he didn’t deserve to carry with him too. He’d basically proposed then, promising to help her carry it for the rest of their lives. Swearing to wait until she was ready to tell him. 

“It wasn’t because of you,” she started, “I’m… I’m scared of heights.”

“What?” The disbelief in his voice made her start to sob. It was a stupid fear that she intended to hide. Both of them had wanted futures working with guardians, a fear of heights didn’t match up to that. “Melody, you’re a better liar than that. After all this time I would know that already…”

“I’m not lying! I… I hid it. We wanted to work with guardians. If I mentioned it then you might have tried to talk me into something else, you might have changed your own goals. Plus you were always so happy to point out ferris wheels and amazing views. I couldn’t tell you and risk those things going away. You do so much for me…” 

She fell to her knees. Her sobbing was making it hard to breathe. She wasn’t good enough for him. She wasn’t enough for him, period.

“Melody I-”

“Now you’re so big and I’m not even a finger length to you and I have all these other issues then a fear of heights and I just wanted to be good enough for you… I didn’t want to make you put up with more problems and have to stay on the ground or be stuck with someone who you’d never be able to hold properly or or-”

Fingers wrapped around her before she could finish talking. She pulled her arms free and just focused on wiping her eyes. One last bit of revenge for how much she put him through was fair. He’d carry her out and she’d just never come back. Two massive fingers gently pinched her arms and held them down. He pressed his free thumb down on her to keep her from pulling her arms free again.

“Melody, I love you,” his voice was louder again. She shivered. He was lying now. “I don’t know what brought you back to thinking I’m putting up with you. If it’s really just a fear of heights I don’t care. I already lie on the ground with you all the time don’t I? This is nothing new.”

“Now who’s lying? How could you want someone like me when… when you’re a guardian and could find someone who is closer to your size. At least bigger than your fingers…”

Kyrie brought his face close, each breath he took washed over her. She looked away, staring at the thumb holding her down. That gave her a clear look as he used his pinky nail to force her to stare up at him. The huge face was bright red, but his eyes were serious.

“Maybe… I thought about how I kind of like the idea of being this big… with you this small,” his voice was pushing the edge of what she could handle. “Why don’t we try this a bit? I have an idea so we can still watch the movie.”

“Do you promise to tell me if you change your mind… I won’t blame you,” she asked. The calm smile from above her reminded her of the first time she told him her worries. The things she wouldn’t tell anyone besides her brother. A face that promised he wouldn’t abandon her like so many others did.

“Knowing it will never happen I will, but only if you promise to do the same, ok?” She nodded.

This time when Kyrie moved he had her slide down to his palm. The anxiety of him standing built up in her chest, but his hand stayed on the ground. She could still feel the rumbles of his movement in his hand, but she didn’t leave the ground once. She started laughing as he crawled over to wherever he was planning to take her. He laughed with her.

The deep booming laugh almost hurt her ears, but she didn’t care. She’d been so ready for this to be gone. She thought she’d never get to hear it after this week. That if she did it would be without her involved. She laughed more when he started to make stupid faces down at her. She laughed so hard she went silent when he bumped his head on a wall as he made his way to his destination.

His fingers folded over, covering her completely. She couldn’t see anything, but knew the hand stayed firmly planted on the ground. The grunts only made her laugh more, imagining him desperate to keep her in his hand despite needing to stand. He made a noise she knew was victory and Kyrie was moving again. 

“I’m going to lift you up a little, do you think you can handle it?” he asked. The fingers around her moved. She stared up at him, taking a minute to just accept that this was real. He still wanted to be with her.

“Will you stop if I need you to?” she asked. He nodded and she nodded back.

Slowly he lifted his hand up. She dug her nails into his skin, this time getting a look at the worry it caused. He stopped maybe two feet away from the ground. Then brought his hand closer. He lowered it again, settling on a pillow she hadn’t noticed. He left his hand flat and got comfortable on the pillow before pulling the hand holding her close to his face. He slid her off leaning her against his arm. Then he set his hand palm down in front of her.

Melody looked around, finding a laptop dead ahead. That was all she needed to relax, the pillow beneath her more than enough to help her stay calm. She was  safe and near the ground. A two foot drop wouldn’t be that bad. The hand he left in front of her moved with unbelievable speed pulling up the movie. 

As soon as he hit play she smiled, the hand he’d been using was set back on her legs. Eventually his thumb wrapped behind her back. She didn’t feel like enough still, but she had hope. It wasn’t easy for her to hope, but Kyrie seemed to draw it out of her. They might even be able to work on her fear of heights.

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Election Ramblings to follow...

So I'm currently studying abroad in Japan for the year (and all the struggles that has presented is a whole different story but!) and the election has literally made me physically sick with anxiety every day for the past week. Like I can't sleep, I have no appetite, I have a horrifically upset stomach. I haven't been this anxiety paralyzed since I was 15, in England with the worst depression of my life and suicidal thoughts, before Trump got elected the first time. I know there's been some studies done on the post 2016 election ptsd but I honestly didn't realize how bad it was, I forget how bad it was and the fact that this year, it's another woman vs a white man, it's worse than it was in 2020.

I literally cried for an hour today, and probably will continue to cry until I fall asleep (if I even can it's 3:30 am in Tokyo right now) because in 2015 no matter how horrible Trump was, a woman was somehow still worse. That is psychologically damaging in a way I can't explain, that the country basically said that being a pedophile and a rapist, racist, homophobic criminal, was still better than being a woman. The bone deep dread I have, that it will be the same now, is indescribable. I don't know if I can survive another Trump presidency, as someone who has reproductive health problems and is amab, as someone who is homosexual. Even if the policy doesn't kill me (which it very well could and would, I live in the South) the stress, constant paranoia and anxiety might.

Being abroad for the election is definitely also not helping. While I have a wonderful sense of community with my friends here, and we're all very supportive of each other and have been doing some emotional hand holding for the last month of so regarding the election, my professors and to be frank the fuckin European students are not understanding. Quite a few of the European students are actually assholes about it and treat the whole thing kind of like a joke (which it's very much not) and use it as an excuse to shit on America and Americans overall. The professors aren't mean, they're just oblivious to the like, constant state of breakdown I've been in for the last week or so. Life goes on here, they watch our election on the news and call it done, for me, it is quite literally my life on the line so I'm quite a bit more anxious and generally stressed about it. I miss my parents and I'm terrified he's going to be elected and I'm going to go back to my apartment, alone and suffer. I'm so scared I'm going to relive 2016, where I sobbed in my parents bedroom for hours, until 6 in the morning except without my mom holding me and my dad telling me everything would be okay (spoiler it wasn't they overturned roe v. wade). Where I campaigned for Hillary and prayed for the rest of the adults around me to protect my future and watched them choose sexism and hatred over my safety. Watched my grandmother say that how her church told her to vote and their opinion was more important than my future, and then tell me that to my face. When I spent that whole year, believing that we'd get our first female president only to have that future ripped away. I'm scared to hope for it, but when (and I say when because if she doesn't I might really never be coming back from Japan) she wins, I'm going to celebrate so fucking hard. I'm going to be cheering and popping champagne and screaming from the rooftops that we finally shattered the glass ceiling.

By God I hope she wins, I hope she wins for women, for LGBT people, for children and for schools and for immigrants and for education and for unions and for tax cuts and loan forgiveness and freedom. I don't want to live in fear for the next 4 years, assuming that it doesn't quickly turn to fascism if he's elected. So she's going to win, cause she has to win, and if she doesn't I don't think I can call myself American anymore.

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VERY long rant sorry

Ever since I came out to myself as a lesbian life has made sure I'm as miserable as ever. I costantly hear stories of people actually coming to terms with their identity being such a freeing and wonderful thing while for me it has been the exact opposite.

I've gone through it all, I identified as bi first, then lesbian for some time but it didn't stick cus I had insane comphet in 2020, then bisexual nonbinary/agender for some time in 2021, then sapphic, up until I realised I'm legit just a fucking lesbian again and decided to stick to it, and yet I've never felt SO fucking tired even when going through all the different phases.

My mom doesn't even wanna say the word cus to her it sounds "bad/dirty". My dad, who I'm not out to, is the most classic cishet white dude on Earth who doesn't even know the difference between being gay and being trans and I know that if I ever made clear that I'm not interested in men he'd go on a rant about how I'm probably just scared of them, that I'm doing this for the trend.

Last close friend I had, bisexual dude who SEEMED to respect it, rambled about how unfortunate it is that I won't have sex with him because of this and then got offended that I didn't forgive him. Ok.

I hate to say this cus it makes me sound self-centered too, but men in general have started to hit on me more and it scares me when any of them stop me to ask me anything cus Idk when they're ACTUALLY asking for something or just looking for an excuse to try and get me. When I told my friend (bi girl) that this is a legit concern of mine, she said "well, you can just say you're gay and leave it at that" and I didn't reply cus I knew she meant well, but I don't think she understands that that doesn't work. Men either see it as an excuse from you cus you find them "ugly" and so you need convincing, OR you are to be fixed.

Around three weeks ago I hung out with said friend, she presented me two of her gay friends and when I said I'm lesbian one of them went "oh I couldn't tell, you really don't look the part" (UGHHH) while the other, older dude, went on a rant about how he used to make fun of lesbians and call them disgusting 20 years ago and how I'm "too cool" to be one. When I addressed it to my friend, she said he probably felt comfortable saying that cus he has found a community with that friend group, but how tf is it a community if I'm treated as a punchline and invalidated cus I don't fit the stereotype enough?

I keep on being told to find community but I, quite frankly, don't know where to go. I already live in a country that hates our guts, but if even the small amount of other queer people I know don't care or see me as valid atp I'd say I'm better off pretending I never came to accept my sexuality and just go play the role of cishet girl for the rest of my life.

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What is it like to be JoJo's best friend? (Parts 1-3)

Gn! Platonic! Reader

Warnings: Y/n usage, grammatical mistakes, spoilers

Notes: It's already 12 a. m. and I'm writing this. Enjoy!

Jonathan Joestar

Oh god where should i start

I think we all agree that he is a wonderful friend

He's very worried about the well-being of his close ones, so expect his concern even when you were just absent for a couple of days

If you're sick and he isn't allowed to enter your room he will stand near your window and talk to you loudly enough for you to hear. This is how he tries to cheer you up

I also think that he will invite you to any interesting events (or just ordinary walks)

New fair in town? He's already laying out his plans and expectations about it for you. The traveling circus has arrived? He leads you by the hand to its show

You will definitely become friends with Erina!

Also, if you don't mind, he will talk about his concerns about his father, Dio and other problems of his. He really needs someone to talk about them :[

But besides, he will definitely listen to you and your own ramblings and can give a couple of tips on solving any kind of situation

Also imagine studying in the library with Jonathan, I think it would've been very cool :0

When the whole situation with Dio happens, he will definitely not want to put you in danger and will insist you to NOT follow him to the town

But if you somehow got through with them there, he will be hella scared

"BUT I TOLD YOU NOT TO FOLLOW US! I WON'T FORGIVE MYSELF IF SOMETHING HAPPENS TO YOU, YOU CAN'T FIGHT AGAINST DIO!" He will tell you this even if you are a two-meter jock with knowledge of hamon

After Dio is defeated and he's marrying Erina he'll definitely want you to attend their wedding

As they leave for their honeymoon, Jonathan and Erina approach you.

JoJo says how grateful he is for all the years you supported him and what a great person you are (not that he didn't tell you this before-)

You also tell him how important he is to you, and that you are glad that he finally found his own happiness

But while you were talking to Jonathan, something seemed to besqueezing your heart like some metal tongs. You had the feeling that you were seeing your friend for the last time

But that always happens when a new chapter begins in life, of course Jonathan will be fine. He may change, yes, but you will still see each other, go for walks and talk about everything, maybe a little less than usual. Right?

Joseph Joestar

Wow, looks like you won't get a moment's rest

This Joestar's head is constantly full of ideas for some kind of fun, from going to an exotic restaurant on the other side of the city to pranking someone. Of course you're coming with him

(Basically like his grandfather, but far more insisting and constantly annoys you until you agree)

"Y/n, I know what we're gonna do today!"

If you go to the same school then oh my god how many things will he drag you into

He is a master at coming up with spurs and new ways of cheating tests despite being a smart student, therefore, each test for the two of you is just a field for testing his new ideas

Both of you are viewed as chaotic and restless, even if you may be a pretty calm individual 💀

You definitely have sleepovers. Basically you just sit up late and read comic books/talk, or maybe play board games

He is probably that one guy who turns off the light in the room and tells various scary stories in complete darkness (As a result, it seemed to one of you that something grabbed their leg and you began to push each other and shout in a panic)

He also tests his puns and "Your next line is..." technique on you

Jokes aside, you are quite a helping hand when you do not get involved in some kind of adventure

Shows off his hamon in front of you. If you ask him nicely, he may try to teach you (Spoiler: it didn't work)

Maybe you two went to the lab to get the Speedwagon, but when it came to the other Pillarmen, Joseph just said "nope, you won't go with me, you can't even catch up me ;]"

I have a feeling that when he shows up for his own funeral (which you most likely will attend) you will definitely try to initiate his second funeral, this time- the real one

Get ready to see Holly often, as Joseph loves to take her with him on walks, including to your meetings

If you have a Stand, then maybe he will take you with him and the Crusaders on a mission, but your Stand and you yourself should be quite strong

In the end, you value each other very much and, at the end of your days, often remember your adventures. Joseph always appreciated you very much, but he began to actively tell you about it only in his old age

Jotaro Kujo

Chances are you've known each other since childhood

You know Jotaro well enough to read his body language and see through his facade

You are not as hurt by his phrases and indifference as it could be because you know what he really means and why he does it

He certainly does not voice his attitude towards you, the most he can say is calling you "friend" when talking with his mother, he rather shows it by actions

You also have sleepovers, you just watch various films all night and eat snacks that you bought and/or were prepared for you by Holly

He makes mental notes about your hobbies, and when you mention something you're interested in lately for your next sleepover, he pulls out a movie cassette related to that interest

"You said something about this kind of thing, I came across this cassette related to it and decided to take it."

In high school, when girls hit on him, he doesn't want you to feel uncomfortable or, even worse, get bullied by them, so you meet at a point where most of the girls are already away from Jotaro

I also think that you are one of the few who can have minimal physical contact with JoJo (aka hugging or fixing his hair when it gets messy)

Sometimes he gives vent to emotions around you and can laugh heartily at your joke

When the main events of SDC happened, he didn't even think about taking you with him, even if you also have a Stand. Like all his ancestors, he doesn't want to put you in danger. He simply disappeared without explanation and only reappeared after more than 50 days

Perhaps you can talk to him about what happened on his journey, but in any case, you will have to be with him, now he needs it more than ever

One sleepover, while watching a movie, you feel like something hard is resting on your shoulder. At first, you think that Jotaro just fell asleep while watching, which happens often, but looking at him, you can see that he just stares at the floor without blinking.

After a heavy pause, you finally say "You know... You are the strongest person I know." He does not turn his head, but you still notice that he is listening to you. "And I know your friends were the same." Jotaro's gaze shifted back to the TV, and after a while, interest in what was happening on the screen became quite visible

You're not sure if you said the right thing, but you hope your words helped at least a little bit

[flower-slut004]

Tales Of The Moon

Anonymous asked: Issac Lahey x reader with prompts “your lying! say it’s not true” & “stay away from me” where they have been best friends before he got the bite and he’s been distant and he ‘changed’ so she does her research and finds out he’s a werewolf with fluff at the end (I accidentally deleted the request, I'm mad at myself.)

omg, you have no idea how happy it makes me someone asked me to write from the prompt list. I love you Italics are flashbacks/Sunflower is your nickname. "And that's why I don't like using blue eyeliner" Yn huffed as she finished her story, laying upside down staring at her ceiling. Isaac scrunched up his nose as he looked at her "All because of some idiot? Who are you and have you done to my Yn?" he teased. "haha," she laughed dryly as she threw her pillow at the boy. Catching it in his hand, he smiled as he looked down at the object in his lap. His smile broke as he cleared his throat "Hey sunflower?" Yn hums in response as she turns right side up to look at him. Isaac struggles to find the words as he looks at his best friend. "Do you...um.." he tilts his head and laughs nervously. "Do you promise we'll always be friends? Like best friends and not the type of friends that are like 'yeah we're friends... okay ow.." he reacts when his rambling was cut off by another pillow being thrown at him "Of course we'll always be best friends Lahey. You can never get rid of me" she teased as she walked over to him. "You could get rid of me though" He sighs sadly. Yn shakes her head "Never in a million years Lahey. Cmon, let's go get something to eat. "Hey Lahey...Lahey I'm talking to you" Yn yells as she tries to catch up with the now confident boy. "Are you deaf?" she joked, not believing the week that she's been through with him.

He continued to walk away until she grabbed on his leather jacket and yanked him into an empty classroom.

"Isaac, what's wrong with you? You're completely different. I've been calling and texting. You haven't answered. Why are you hanging out with Erica? Is she your new girlfriend? No hate just hurt you didn't tell me you liked her. Also, why are you hanging out with Derek Hale? He's like 20 something... oh my god he has you selling drugs doesn't"

Isaac slammed his hands on the table to stop her rambling causing her to flinch. Looking down at the table, he refused to meet her eyes and curled up his fists.

"I'm not dating Erica and Derek isn't a drug dealer. Stay away from me Yn... I find you annoying and obnoxious" he snarled, not daring to look her in the eyes.

"I find you annoying too but" Yn joked but Isaac groaned "No you're so fucking annoying. You never shut up. I don't want to be your friend anymore."

Stepping back from him, she watched her former best friend as he stormed away.

Broken-hearted, Yn stared off until Isaac turned the corner and disappeared from her view.

Later that night Yn decided she wasn't going to let her best friend go. She knew it was stupid to walk in the woods by herself at night but she had to get her best friend back.

Lost in her thoughts she didn't notice the crunching of leaves behind her.

Growls stopped her thoughts and frozen in fear, Yn swallowed as she didn't dare to look over.

"Fuck..."

Everything happened in a flash all she remembered from that night was his golden eyes.

Weeks past and Yn noticed more strange behavior from everyone around her.

Her new friend's antsy behavior around the full moon and wolfs howling at night.

Yn spent those nights researching and questioning everything. Until she stumbled about a website. Tales Of The Moon

Staying up till the sun rises, she finally figured out everything. All the things she grew up thinking were tales weren't.

Her best friend is a werewolf.

Later that week, she cornered her former friend in the classroom. "Say it's not true..." she swallows her fear. Isaac avoids her eyes "I have no idea what you're talking about"

"You're lying. I know you're a werewolf Lahey" she whispered. He watched her and opened his mouth like a fish out of water.

"Please don't be scared of me...I'm still the same Isaac" He whispered. Yn scoffed "Yeah right, the old Isaac would never ignore me even if he was a werewolf"

"I had to ignore you. It was to protect you" He walked closer to her. Gently putting his hands on her face, he watched her expression.

"I hate myself for hurting you. It was what I was trying to avoid doing. Please forgive me..."

Yn stared into his eyes "Derek bit you, Erica, and Boyd didn't he?". Nodding at her question, Isaac sighed heavily as he rested his forehead on hers.

"I'll forgive you...if you promise not to keep me in the dark anymore" she whispers. Isaac's face broke into a smile as he nodded happily.

Giggling at his reaction, Yn pulled him into a hug. "I have one question though?"

"Anything"

"Do you gather as a group and howl at the moon?"

[jeonfiles]

once more to see you | kth 01

pairing: taehyung x reader ft. seokjin

genre: angst, fluff, unrequited love

synopsis: taehyung is the complete opposite of you, and you're so in love with him. he's not interested in you at all, but he's willing to pretend so he won't be known for breaking the sweetest girl in school's heart. he knows you'll end up hurt either way.

warnings: taehyung is an idiot, a lot of pining, y/n is annoyingly dependent on validation, y/n does a lot of silent prayers, y/n is a track star, childhood bsf seokjin (cute), mentions of deceased family member

music for this chap: she had the world , carry me out

a/n: taehyung will disappoint u in the beginning but hes cute i promise

"I get why you like him Y/N," Sohee swallowed the rest of her sandwich before finishing her sentence, "He's so hot. People say he's interested in you too, y'know?"

Sohee visibly tried to get food out from the back of her mouth using her tongue, and it made you chuckle at the sight. "I don't think he does." You sighed, resting your chin in your palm.

You were both situated at the table in the inner corner of the cafeteria, with a full view of who walks in the door, and sometimes you swore you could see Sohee drool when attractive guys walked in that exact door.

"Hello, of course, he does! Even his friend Jimin told Kang Seulgi from Class 1, who told Go Euntaek in class 3, who eventually told his girlfriend Baek Ho-rang who ran to me to tell me the great news." Sohee gasped for air after rambling, and you rolled your eyes,

"Stories change when that many links contribute." You scoffed, sitting back in your chair and reaching for your juice box on the table, taking a huge slurp, which you knew would annoy Sohee.

"You don't believe me? Guess we gotta ask a link closer to the source then." Sohee stood up from her chair, and you looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

"Park Jimin, get your ass over here will ya?" She nearly shouted across the cafeteria, and now all looks were pointed at you two, and you felt the urge to just slip down the cracks of the floor tiles and hide there forever grow stronger for each nanosecond.

You sunk further down on your tacky, orange chair, but you could still see Jimin's black locks sway a little over the crowd as he walked over to the table you were sitting at.

"What's up sugar?" Jimin smirked at Sohee, and Sohee didn't even budge, and you had no idea how she did it. He was stupidly attractive and could make any girl drop her pants with a comment like that.

"Jimin my dearest, a little birdie told me that Taehyung likes my sweet Y/N, could you confirm?" She batted her long lashes and smiled prettily at Jimin.

He looked to the left, sucked his teeth, and said, "I can't, I'm sorry." You realized you had grown a little too hopeful, and your heart sunk quite a bit when he spoke.

"Does he think I'm pretty at least?" You spoke up, eyes shining when you looked up towards the standing Jimin, the harsh lights in the cafeteria reflecting in them.

"He hasn't mentioned you much, to be quite honest." He shrugged, walking back to his table, where Taehyung and the rest of his friends sat.

Your heart thumped when he met your eyes, and you looked away in panic. The rest of lunch was just Sohee apologizing and you avoiding eye contact with any of the students at the nearby tables.

Jimin mentioned you and Sohee's name several times, he was a loud speaker, and you were so scared of what he was saying you could probably die right then and there.

Saved by the bell, you picked up your stuff and got ready to start running to your classroom, praying you wouldn't meet any of Taehyung's friends, and especially not Taehyung as you ran Usain Bolt style.

You looked down while running, not thinking twice about leaving your best friend behind, you suddenly fell to the ground with a thud. This was surely not one of your glory days.

When you looked up, you wanted to cry. It was none other than Kim Taehyung, and he didn't look pleased. You gathered your things and muttered "Sorry." under your breath probably about 10 times, and he just watched, disappointingly.

"You're a klutz. Why were you running?" He spoke, and your knees turned into jelly when you tried to stand up, you nearly fell and dropped all your stuff again, but he caught you by the arm, straightening you up like it was nothing.

"Uh... Uhm... Err..." you mumbled, and he rolled his eyes, and not in a joking manner. "Fuck that, why are you going around telling people I like you?"

Your breath hitched, and he stared at you coldly. "I didn't! Gosh, my friend Sohee told me someone had told her that you liked me, and- uh... We asked Jimin, and-" He put his hand over your mouth, making you shut up.

"I don't want you two to go around making up baseless rumors about me, it's incredibly annoying for me to go around correcting people who assume shit just because your little friend speaks louder than a bunch of hyenas at a tea party." Taehyung nearly spat, and you took a step back.

You noticed that people were listening in, their stares burning holes in your back. He was livid, and you didn't understand why, you just smiled, praying to god that this would end soon.

"I just thought you liked me-" You began, and he interrupted you, "You thought I was gonna like someone like you? Get over yourself and enter the real world."

The hallway went silent, your lips trembled as hot tears raced down your face, and like the track star you were, you fled the scene and passed the finish line into the bathrooms.

You stayed till the school day ended, not knowing what was unraveling outside the four walls of the stall.

Sohee 💜: 01:12 pm

Y/N, where are you? i heard what happened :( i hate taehyung im gonna chop his sausage off

Sohee 💜: 01:38 pm

taehyung is fighting w doyoung because doyoung decided to defend you this is hilarious

but fr where are you

Sohee 💜: 01:57 pm

doyoung gave taehyung a black eye damn

doyo is on the verge of tears when taehyung said you liked him and not doyo

taehyung cant not have feelings for you like there must be smth deeper going on

Sohee 💜: 03:39 pm

class just ended i'll wait out back

Sohee always knew when to leave you alone, so she did, partially. You usually shut off your phone when you're upset, but she still sends you texts to update you whenever you turn it back on.

This time, it was quite dramatic, and you rushed out of the icky stall and ran (again) to reach Sohee to get the full story, and as you expected, it was interesting.

"Basically, Doyoung punched Taehyung and Taehyung was a little too OP, so he failed to initiate a fight, so it just turned into Taehyung being an ass to Doyoung for defending you." She shrugged, adjusting the straps of her leather backpack as you walked home.

"Taehyung's rep is so tainted right now, I don't know how he's gonna fix this my dear Y/N, so I guess he got his karma. He's an idiot and I'm glad other people are starting to see."

You nodded yes, pushing out a fake chuckle, while silently you prayed that everything would soon be back to normal and that Taehyung would forgive you for the mess you caused.

Being in love with Taehyung for a year had taken a toll on you, and your best friend since freshman year had noticed too. You were different.

You used to be so independent and optimistic, but now you would strive for validation, and you had turned into one of the most insecure people Sohee had ever met.

Sohee tried to pull you away from him, but to her demise, it only got worse when you tried to meet other guys. She figured that the only way for you to disconnect from him was if you had your go with him, or if he treated you like a complete idiot.

You waved goodbye to Sohee as you entered your house, kicking off your shoes and throwing yourself down on the couch. You wanted to scream, but you saw your brother's and another guy's shoes in your hallway, so you kept it inside.

After having watched an episode of Seinfeld, you could hear the floorboards creak, and your gaze found its way to the hallway, where your brother, Yoongi stood, peeking out from his door.

"Ah, Y/N, you're the one who's home?" He smiled brightly, eyes turning into small crescents, which made you awe at the sight.

"Yuppers." You said and sat back again, pressing play to start the next episode. "Who's your guest?" And as you uttered your last word, another head peeked out from the door, and you couldn't help but feel the happiness brew inside you.

It was Kim Seokjin in all his glory, and this time, he looked even hotter. It had been about two years since you last saw him because he moved to Germany to study medicine.

Seokjin had been your neighbor since you were born, and you pretty much grew up with two older brothers who always took care of you.

No one dared to mess with you, because Seokjin and Yoongi always got to them first. That way, you grew up without a care in the world, protected from all evil.

You had no idea when you fell in love with him. It was somewhere during puberty, where your interest in Brad Pitt and Kim Soohyun from Dream High had grown stronger.

You remember Seokjin was scouted for modeling, acting, and even idol groups all through your childhood. He did a few ads, photoshoots, a popular teenage drama called Double Trouble, and even managed to get his own Wikipedia page.

There was no doubt that Seokjin was an attractive man, and in the two years he had been gone, his face fat was completely gone, and he had defined cheekbones, a slimmer and tighter figure, and you thought he couldn't be any more perfect.

"None other than God himself," Seokjin said smugly, opening his arms to greet you with a hug, and you threw your blanket you were covered into the side as you bolted into Seokjin's arms, legs wrapped around his waist.

He slowly put you down so your feet touched the parquet, and you felt a kind of euphoria as he smiled at you again, the same smile he had flashed you as long as you could remember.

Everything about Seokjin had matured and changed, but his smile remained the same. "What are you doing back?" You sniffled, holding back the happy tears that were forming in your eyes.

"Hey, don't get me wrong, I love Germany, but it's a little bland. I miss ahjumnas complimenting me on the subway and the bomb ass food here in SK." Seokjin grinned as he wiped a tear that fell down your face.

Yoongi was leaning against the door frame, smiling at the grand reunion. You knew he liked seeing you two together, and you had a small suspicion about him shipping you guys.

"Please don't ever leave again." You gripped onto his shirt, digging your face down in his chest, and he said, "I swear to god if you're wearing makeup right now-"

You laughed as you pushed him away, placing your hands below your chin and batting your eyelashes dramatically, "I'm all-natural."

"Naturally pretty." Seokjin leaned forward and whispered in your ear, and your heart did a little somersault.

Seokjin's always been a charmer.

You woke up in your room, pink sheets draped over your half-naked body as tons of messages poured in on your phone, vibrating so much it nearly fell off the edge of your nightstand.

You grab it while rubbing your eyes, and you're shocked to see the messages that had exploded on your lock screen.

Unknown: 08:39 am

Hey, it's Kim Taehyung.

Look, I'm sorry for the shit I said to you and I would love to make it up to you in some kind of way.

Maybe I could take you out?

I get it if you don't want to, but I heard you were interested in me so...

What kinda food do you like? Activities, hobbies?

I really wanna make this right :)

You: 08:43 am

oh hey! I'd love to, you kinda owe me one. if it's your treat, I suppose we could get some sushi and boba...

btw I don't like u like that

Contact made, saved as "taehyung <3" at 08:44 am

taehyung <3: 08:47 am

Okay. Meet me at Nori Table at 6 pm. Don't make me wait.

Your heart was palpitating, and when you pressed your phone up to your chest, you could feel your body heat up from your scalp to your toes.

Maybe Kim Taehyung had no interest in you right now, but he sure would after tonight. You were gonna make him love you, soon enough,

Running to the shower a few hours of Seinfeld later, you scrubbed with all your might with your newest strawberry scrub, did your makeup, curled your hair, and sat down on the couch, outfit draped over the armrest of the chair.

It was an hour till you were leaving, so for the time being you sat with hair rollers in your hair, dressed in pink sweats. Seokjin and Yoongi had been awake all night, you had heard them laugh and play Mario Cart all night, it reminded you of old times.

Old times where you went to bed crying because Yoongi and Seokjin's bedtime was later than yours at sleepovers. Thinking back, your parents made a pretty rational decision, but you resented them for it.

When Seokjin left for school in Germany, during your Sophomore year you cried again. You thought it was so unfair that you had to be two years younger, why couldn't you come with him?

You were painfully in love with him, and you had been probably since you were. A few months after he moved, your feelings faded. You were love-free, only to fall stupidly in love again with Taehyung just a year later.

You were forced to snap out of your train of thought because you heard the floorboards creak again. When you looked over at the dark hallway, you saw a tired, yet familiar face smile at you.

Seokjin looked quite disoriented, hair ruffled and eyes puffy, yet he looked like a Greek god. Sculpted to perfection, he smiled at you like he did yesterday and all the times before.

"Morning." He grunted out, his morning voice prominent. You chuckled when you looked at the time, feeling kind of bad for Seokjin who had slept away the majority of his day, which you knew he didn't like.

"It's 5 pm, cutie. Mom said you guys could order takeout, cause she's working late." You stood up, and Seokjin gave you a good look up and down, and then diverted his gaze to the lavender ruffle skirt and white long-sleeve blouse you had neatly hung over the armchair.

"What's the occasion?" He nodded over at the clothes and then your hair rollers and full-face makeup-covered face. He threw a few walnuts from the little bowl on the coffee table into his mouth.

"It's none of your business, but I have a date tonight," you said smugly, and a walnut flew out of Seokjin's mouth in shock.

"A date? Like a real one?" He frantically asked, and you nodded as you walked away with your outfit in hand.

You came back out minutes later, and Seokjin had to hold his mouth shut so it wouldn't drop to the floor. You had matured so well, a white blouse adorning your waist, and the lavender skirt hugged your curves nicely.

You had decorated your neck and ears with golden jewelry, and you had a pair of Air forces dangling from your left hand. You were beautiful, hair let free from the hair rollers, curls swaying as you did a twirl.

"It's alright, I guess." He pretended not to care, and your proud grin morphed into a frown pretty quickly, and he noticed.

He stood up and walked towards you, standing very close. His tall figure was hovering over you. Seokjin leaned forward towards your ear, not whispering this time,

"You're gorgeous." He pushed your curls behind your shoulder, adjusting your golden necklace as he returned to Yoongi's bedroom.

You were screwed.

The time on your phone showed 6:06 pm. You recall him saying ‘don’t be late’. What a hypocrite. It had started to pour down, so you were squeezed up against the brick wall of the restaurant so the ledge above you would shield you from the rain.

You were shaking from the cold, legs exposed because of your skirt. Sighing deeply, you reached down into your purse to text Taehyung, but when you looked up, you saw him running over to you.

He was holding a bouquet of pink delphinium and peonies. You’d always been interested in flowers, and this small gesture made you all fuzzy inside.

“I apologize for my late arrival m’lady. The flower shop was about to close down for the day, and I had to beg the cashier to let me in, promising to buy a huge bouquet if she did.” He smiled as he stood in front of you.

“No worries sir, I haven’t been waiting for long.” You chuckled, as you accepted the bouquet. His eyes scanned every inch of your body, and he said, “You’re shivering. Let’s go inside.”

This was a side of Taehyung you had barely seen before, caring and warm. This was also the side of him that initially made you fall for him.

The memories of him reading stories for children at the hospital was heartwarming. Whenever you went to visit your brother, who has now passed, you would see him read stories for all the unlucky kids.

Your brother, who was only 7 years old talked about Taehyung like a superhero, and it seemed as if Taehyung’s stories were the highlight of his days at the hospital.

Daejung wasn’t a kid you would pity. In his last months in the hospital he never once cried. You believed that Taehyung was a big part of the reason.

That’s why you fell in love with him. He hadn’t been a superhero in the form of saving lives, but he definitely made a whole lot of sick kids happier.

How could you ever repay him?

Taehyung rested a hand on your shoulder and lead you inside the door, and there stood a beautiful tall woman, black hair to her waist, almond-shaped eyes, and full lips.

She was beautiful. You looked up to see Taehyung’s reaction, and he wasn’t looking at her, he was looking at you. His eyes met yours, and you could’ve sword the whole world stopped.

“Excuse me?” An unfamiliar voice spoke up, and it kicked you right back into reality. It was the pretty woman speaking, an even prettier voice to match her.

“Do you have a reservation?” She questioned, smiling so genuinely from ear to ear. “Yes. It’s on Kim.” Taehyung spoke so confidently.

“Ah, for two. I’ll be your server tonight.” She waved for you to follow her, and before she turned around, you saw her name tag.

Bae Eunmi. A pretty name for a pretty person. Of course, she had to be pretty. Your confidence sunk even lower, and your insecurities grew.

“I’m not interested in her, by the way. I’ve talked to her before. She’s all beauty and no brains. Not for me.” Taehyung whispered into your ear, possibly to reassure you.

You sat down at the table and ordered a huge plate of different types of sushi, maki, nigiri, uramaki, and even sashimi.

This restaurant was fancy, nearly too fancy for your liking. It was huge and flashy, and it made you doubt your outfit choice completely.

The restaurant fell silent since there weren’t many guests here this early. The silence wasn’t awkward between you guys. It was just, too silent, and you decided to break it.

“Do you still write stories?” Taehyung’s face froze. How did you know about the stories he wrote? Had you been stalking him? Was this when everyone would find out how weak he truly is?

“How did you find out... About them?” He asked hesitantly, fidgeting with a small woven basket with bread placed on your table.

“When sun and moon met, moon felt bad. When the moon was alone at night, he cried, because he wanted to shine just like the sun.” You quote his story word by word, it was your favorite paragraph.

He looked at you with a confused look and his eyes told you that he wondered why you knew the story so well.

Before he could speak up, you said, “My brother's name was Daejung. He looked up to you and constantly told me about how he wanted to be like you when he grew up.” You placed your hands on top of his over the table.

Taehyung was speechless. He sat there, body completely frozen as he processed what you just said. The little boy he had mourned for many months was the same flesh and blood as you.

“Daejung told me how he wanted me to marry you because he thought no one else deserved me.” Letting go of his hands, he continued sitting completely still.

First, he felt disappointed in himself. Disappointed of the way he had treated you, how sad Daejung would be if he knew.

Second, he could see him in your traits. Your button nose matched his completely, and your eyes sparkled just the way his eyes did.

Third, he realized he had to take care of you. Fall in love with you, for Daejung. Taehyung had promised the little boy to take care of his friends and family when he has at his worst.

His expression completely changed. It softened, and his eyes looked at you like you were godsent. He believed you were too. It was fate.

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a/n: u guys know the angst isn't over lol u guys r never gonna see the light at the end of the tunnel ! this chapter was originally a bit longer but i have to test the waters and seeing how u guys like it !! pls reblog <3

[fenharel-babe]

The Rise of Bloom Lavellan

Chapter 10: The Harrowing

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11

OKAAYY!!! Now THIS is the start of the true DA:O story and how it is all told through my inquisitor's eyes. Like, ya know, it leads to DA2 and then DAI and such lol.

Forgive my mistakes if there are any and thanks for reading!

Reblogs and likes are appreciated!

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It was a regular day in the circle for Bloom. She woke up, ate her breakfast, talked to her friends for awhile, and headed to Irving. She stood in his laboratory and waited for him to start, but he didn't.

When she entered, he sat at his desk and was writing something. She knocked the on the door as she entered to let him know of her presence.

He slightly jumped in surprise before he beckoned her in. "Come in, dear, I have something to tell you."

Bloom closed the door and walked to stand in front of his desk. "Is it something bad?"

"I can find out!" Jahel said excitedly.

"Don't-" Bloom started, but she knew it was too late.

Jahel floated and focused on the paper Irving had. He gasped when he read through it. "It talks about Melody! She's doing her Harrowing today!"

"Are you all right?"

"Oh!" Bloom nods with a smile. "Yes, I'm fine. I was just stuck in my thoughts for a moment."

"We all get like that. I was saying that our lesson will be postponed for today."

"Thank you for telling me a big secret Jahel, but now I have to act confused. I'm terrible at acting," she complained to him.

She slightly tilted her head. "Why? Is something wrong?"

"No, nothing is wrong. I just have an important meeting to do today. I'm not sure how long it will take, so I need you to train with others, okay? Just for today," he explained.

"Well, it makes sense. We never know how long a Harrowing is," Bloom thought.

"I can do that, sir," she said politely.

He let out a sigh of relief. "Thank you. I think you're going to be the easiest part of this day," he mumbled.

"What? Is the Harrowing so taxing on him?" Bloom thought.

"I mean, it does involve a hard test and it's never the same! And you know what happens if the mage fails..." Jahel said quietly.

"No! She would never fail," Bloom affirmed.

"Now, I ask that you head to Nella. She is missing you and she's training Delilah today."

Her eyes lit up. "That sounds great! I get to see two amazing people at the same time!"

He laughed and waved her goodbye as she left in search to find her friends.

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Bloom walked down the hallway with excitement. "I can't wait to see Miss Nella and Delilah!"

"Me too! I bet they're going to be curious about what's going on."

"Yes, but I can't tell them. I'm not even supposed to know!" She reprimanded.

"I know, I know. I just got excited and I have the chance to see things you can't!"

Her mood slightly dimmed at that thought. He could see things she couldn't because he was a spirit now, he wasn't alive like she was. He had no mortal form, while she had the blessing of one. And it was because of her.

"It wasn't your fault," he comforted. He could almost always hear her thoughts, feel her feelings, so he already knew she threw blame at herself again.

Bloom went to reply, but stopped when she saw Melody walking towards her. She stared at the ground and picked her fingernails as she walked, showing she was anxious.

"Melody?" Bloom called.

Melody looked up with shock before she sighed with relief. She placed a hand on her chest. "Maker, I'm glad it's just you." She quickly moved to Bloom's side and gave her a hug.

She hugged back before she pulled away with a fake confused look. "Why do you look so upset?"

Melody began to bite her fingertips. "Someone said Irving needs me at noon. It was supposed to be a one-on-one lesson with just you at this time. And since you're here, I know somethings happened," she said quickly. "A-And I'm scared as to what it is. I know it could be just a normal little chat or something else, but this secrecy and worried looks from others is certainly NOT helping my anxiety," she rambled.

Bloom pulled Melody into another hug and ran her hand down her hair. "It's okay. It's all going to be okay," she whispered.

"H-How do you know?" Her voice wavered and Bloom knew she was on the edge of tears.

"Because he is kind and you have been following the rules. Why would he punish or be angry at someone who's done nothing wrong?"

"I guess you're right," she admitted. She pulled away a moment later and took in a deep breath. "I can't keep him waiting forever. I have to go."

Bloom smiled and kissed her on the forehead. "You'll be just fine, I promise. We've both been good students, so don't worry."

"I'll try not to," she laughed.

"That's all I ask for."

They shared one last hug before Bloom let Melody go to Irving's laboratory. She watched as Melody continued to mess with her fingers as she went to Irving, and she couldn't help but feel sympathy.

"I wish she didn't feel so nervous," Bloom thought. She turned around and headed towards Nella's laboratory.

"I mean, you can't blame her. He is a little intimidating," Jahel said with a small laugh.

"Yeah, he is. I just...hope she does well," Bloom thought.

"She will," Jahel affirmed.

"Yes, she will," she repeated to herself.

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Bloom knocked on the door gently. "It's Bloom. Can I come in?"

"Bloom!" Delilah shouted.

A few seconds later, the door opened to reveal Nella with a smile on her face. "I'm very happy to see you, dear."

"Me, too!" Delilah said.

Nella let her in before she shut the door. When she walked in, she could see Delilah sitting in a chair at the same table she used to be at.

Bloom sat in a chair beside her. She gave her a quick side hug before she looked at Nella. "So...what are you teaching? If I can ask?"

Nella sat down in front of them. "Well, I wanted to see if Delilah could work with her ice."

Delilah groaned. "I'm not good with ice!" she whined. "I'm better with lightning!" She said before she mimicked the sound of thunder and a lightning strike.

"Sparkle," Bloom said with a little giggle.

"Hottie," she responded with a wink.

"Girls," Nella interrupted.

The girls looked back at her and hung their heads low. "Sorry," they said in unison.

"It's all right. Let's just focus on the lesson."

"Yes, ma'am," Delilah said.

With Bloom's sudden interruption fixed, the lesson continued as normal.

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Once Nella's lesson with Delilah is over, she and Bloom left to go back to their quarters.

"Why did you join me and Miss Nella?" Delilah asked as they walked down the hallway.

"Irving told me to go to Miss Nella when I arrived! He said my lesson is postponed, so he'll find me when he needs me," Bloom explained.

"I guess, but it does seem weird, right? And you said he called for Melody?" Delilah went silent as she thought.

She opened the stair door and continued their journey. "Maybe he just thinks he doesn't need to teach me anything today and only needs to help Melody?" Bloom guessed, even if she knew the truth.

Delilah gasped in realization. She grabbed Blooms arm tightly. "Do you think it's the Harrowing?!"

Bloom almost tripped on a step at the sudden shake. She regained her balance quickly and shrug her shoulders. "I don't know!" she lied.

"Sorry," she apologized before she let go. She crossed her arms as they reached the first floor. "It has to be! Melody is twenty-one! She's very smart, talented, and is ready for the test, so it has to be that."

The girls passed by a group of templars and they gasped when they heard them speak.

"They said this was the fastest Harrowing ever," one templar said.

"So it WAS-".

Bloom placed her hand against Delilah's mouth. "Hush! You don't need to be too loud about it!"

"My bad," she said, words muffled by Bloom's hand.

Bloom let go and bit her lip. "That means we need to check on her. We have to hurry." She grabbed Delilah's hand and the two hurried down the hallway to get to their quarters.

They opened the door and saw a few mages surrounding Melody's bed.

"She's all right! Don't worry!" Jahel explained.

Bloom felt slight relief at that, but still hurried over to her side. She and Delilah gently pushed through the mages to see Melody sitting up with a glass of water in her hands. She perked up when she saw them and smiled.

"Hey, girls. I think I did something special," she laughed.

Delilah squealed quietly. "That's amazing! You did the Harrowing, right?"

Melody nodded.

Bloom placed a hand on Melody's cheek. "See? I told you you'd do great."

"I'm assuming everything is all right," a voice said.

Bloom turned around to see Landon standing behind she and Delilah. He had a worried look on his face and concern in his voice.

"Everything is just fine, Templar," Melody said with a wink.

He sighed with relief and patted her head. "Good, Mage," he emphasized her title with a little smile.

"You did really well, I've heard," another voice said.

"Jowan," Melody said surprised. "I didn't know you were here."

He suddenly stood beside Landon. He chuckled. "Well, there were people surrounding you and I didn't want to overwhelm you. But now the crowds died down."

"Does something seem off to you?" Jahel asked.

"What?"

"I'm still a little overwhelmed, but we can all talk," Melody said, standing up with eagerness.

"Was it dangerous?" Jowan asked curiously.

She crossed her arms and shrugged. "It was scary, yes, but it was okay. I knew where I was and I knew what to do, so I did it," she explained.

"Jowan seems nervous. I just...can tell," Jahel told.

"It's probably nothing to worry about," Bloom reasoned.

"Can I speak to you? Privately?" Jowan asked Melody. His posture was suddenly tense and his voice slightly wavered, and she noticed it.

"Is something wrong?"

"It's personal," he deadpanned.

"See! Something is wrong!" Jahel insisted.

"I don't have my lesson with Irving any time soon, so I can speak for awhile."

Jowan led Melody to the back area and Bloom looked at Landon. "So...do you know what's up with him?"

He eyed Jowan suspiciously. "I don't. I've rarely talked to him. Only seen him with Melody really."

Delilah giggled. "Do you think he likes her?"

Jahel blew a raspberry. "Absolutely not. He's so not her type."

"I totally agree," Bloom said aloud.

"You agree with me?"

"Uh," she stuttered as she realized her mistake. "No, I meant I totally disagree. We already know her type." She hugged her self and pouted. "She's totally in love with puppy boys."

The group laughed, but stopped when they heard a knock on the door. They, along with other mages, turned to look at the door. There, with a look of disapproval on his face, stood Knight Commander Greagoir.

"Uh oh," Landon whispered.

He crossed his arms. "Landon. I've been looking for you." His gaze turned to each of his friends. "I see you've been speaking with the mages?"

He bit his lip and looked down at the ground. "Yes, sir. I am very sorry." Without a word, he went to Sir Greagoir. He laid his fist against his chest plate. "Please, hold no ill to these mages. I accept the repercussions."

Greagoir stared for a minute, but eventually nodded. "So be it. You will run a few more drills tonight," he informed.

"Yes, sir."

Landon looked over his shoulder at his friends before he followed Greagoir back upstairs.

Delilah sighed with annoyance. "Of course he has to ruin everything. He just has to stroll on in here and give us that look."

"Well, at least he does look at us," Bloom comforted.

"Oh, it's you two!" A voice said.

"Oof!" Bloom shouted, as she felt an arm suddenly wrap around her neck.

Natalie appeared behind them and wrapped her arms around both Delilah and Bloom. "Good afternoon!"

Delilah sighed with relief as she realized it was her sister. "Woah, you scared me!"

Natalie giggled. "Who'd you think it was?"

"Some templar coming to hunt us for some reason," Bloom joked.

Natalie pulled away and jabbed her thumb backwards, motioned towards the door. "Do you know what Melody is doing?"

Bloom's brows knitted with confusion. "Where is she? I thought she was still here."

"She's in the Chapel with Jowan and another girl. I would've checked on them, but I have a message for you, Bloom."

"What did we do now!" Jahel complained.

"What is it?"

"Irving needs you." Her expression became concerned. "It seems pretty important and serious."

Bloom looked up at the ceiling and closed her eyes. "I really hope it's nothing to do with Greagoir, since he loves to talk."

Natalie shrug her shoulders. "I don't know, friend. You'll have to find out when you see him."

"Sounds like some trouble," Jahel said.

"Probably, but I have to go see him. It's rude to keep him waiting."

"Alright, I'll go see him. See you both later this evening," she said with a smile.

She left and began to walk through the hallway. Usually, she walked calmly, but her pace was rushed.

"So I'm the only one that thinks something is wrong?" Jahel asked.

"Yes. Things are most likely fine. Greagoir may have told, but I truly doubt Irving will punish anyone for a simple thing."

She continued her walk to his laboratory, and did her best to ignore the slight unease she felt.

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Her unease was correct. Her friend did the Harrowing, one guy who Bloom doesn't really know suddenly asks for private time with her friend, and then she is led to another room. I'd be uneasy, too.

That mere conversation led an event that would change the Circle and the world. For good and for bad.

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AH! I hope you enjoyed! I tried to make it shorter, but I couldn't :(. Just so much to fill in a chapter! But as you can see, this chapter now starts the beginning of DA:O, just from a different perspective. I love writing this and am excited for the next chapter because THAT is where some tragedy happens.

Reblogs and likes are appreciated!

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I've never actually celebrated Father's Day before or thought about it much. I always felt like an outcast each year never being able to relate to the whole "father and son" relationships. But I wasn't jealous or bitter. It was morsoe of an empty reaction; Maybe that's still the same. My dad died when I was 2 years old. He was 48 years old by the way, which I was really surprised by. I think I only have 2 pictures of him and one of them is him holding me and twin brother as infants. He died from spinal cancer; at least that's what my mom told me. I'm actually scared about it and hope that it's not transmissive through genetics 😅.

Anyways, I wanted to appreciate Father's Day, even if it's in a small aspect by sharing a few fun facts I've been told about my dad.

• He was a Mexican luchador!!? My mom would tell me stories of how she would attend wrestling matches and how my dad would try to "wooh" and all even though they were already together haha

• My oldest sister, Dars (Darcia or Darcy), shared with me that even though she wasn't his real daughter, my dad still treated her as one and would always celebrate her b-day to the fullest, with clowns, animals, balloons, pinatas, EVERYTHING.

• My second oldest sister, Ces (Cecilia, Cecy) told me how every Friday my dad would take her and Dars to the raspa stand to buy elotes and raspas while they walk around the city as well.

• This is a little more on the serious note: my mom shared with me that one time my dad wanted to go drinks with his friends and for some reason my mom wasn't okay with it and so she told him that if he left it would be the last time he would step inside the house. So my dad begrudgingly just sat outside on the porch instead and drank. I guess sometimes in relationships you have to make sacrifices however they may seem?

My dad wasn't perfect, in fact, there are stories about him that I feel ashamed and disappointed about (no, he was never physically abusive or anything like that), but I just wanted to make this post to try to acknowledge and appreciate him as the father, community person, and partner he was to my family and those whom he helped.

If you you still have an active and hopefully positive relationship with your father, however small that may be, I hope there are good enough memories you can think about that will encourage you to send them a small "happy father's day, dad" message. Just to show them a small or huge appreciation? Same thing with if you have a partner whom you guys raise kids together with. I hope you're partner is the best dad out there 😊😊

I know that not everyone was blessed with having a wholesome relationship with their father so please forgive me if this offended you in any way and disregard my ramblings. Moreover, if whoever reading this can't celebrate it because their father passed away, I'm sorry. I hope this didn't trigger you as much or at all and you can instead try to use father's day as a way to appreciate the good memories you made and had with them.

Okay, for those who are actually excited to celebrate it or wish their dad/partner a 'thank you for being a positive part of their lives' message— happy father's day to your dad and/or partner, friend 😊😊😊

I hope it's a good day for you all either way.

[aresrl]

I hihi I am!!! A little nervous w/ doing this bc I've never done this b4 so please bear🐻 w// me💦 May I request a match up? A vision, a romantic partner and maybe a friend and/or enemy? If that's too much feel free to just assign me a vision + partner, ehe/// Preferably male for a romantic match-up, but either gender is fine with a friend and enemy match-up^^ I tried to be as detailed as possible but I think I ended up just ranting, so im v v sorry if it's long! I sort of fluctuate when it comes to being an introvert/extroverted. W// strangers and irl, I'm very introverted and shy!! Rarely speak and if I do it's just the usual "Hi how are you? That's good. I'm good too, thank you for asking:)" yeayea I'm not too. Keen on social interaction irl. But I always do my best to be very nice!! I never wanna come off as mean bc wow what a bad first impression that would be. But with friends / ppl ik online?? Whew I am very very friendly n chatty ^^ Either very high energy or very chill, there's rarely any inbetween. Sometimes I like to jokingly tease my friends but I'd never go too far / make them uncomfortable!! And if I do I always apologize right away!! I like to say that I'm affectionate?? My strongest love language is def physical affection, if not quality time. Idk man there's just something about vibing with someone or hugging them that just aaaaa/// Although I usually display affection w// words of affection bc. Literally most of my friends are online friends so I can't actually hug them, sad times. Idk if this is needed/important info but I just remembered: I'm 5'6 around??? Need glasses bc. Whew i am blind (near sighted), I'm poc (specifically black) anndd, hm. Actually I think thats it for this section, aha. As you can see I'm, not really all that organized. Also I don't have the best attention span - while writing this I'm circling between 4 different apps - and I'm a bit of a mess. And also a little stupid. Just a smidge dumb. But I have my moments - I solved like. 2 puzzles in Inazuma by myself so I think that counts for something. I also find that I tend to talk a whole lot when I have an idea or smthn to say abt a thing I'm super interested in!! That's info-dumping. I info dump. Yes. I also really like to listen to other people talk abt things they like!!!! Its so nice :) I'm protective over people I care about!! I've never done it but 100% would bark at someone who messed with someone close to be. Arf arf yaknow. I tend to he impulsive. I'll do something, and be all "YEAH>:D" and then regret it later. And then I'll do it all over again in a fun little cycle :) I consider myself an optimist, but quickly turn into a pessimist whenever it concerns myself. Fun funfun. Should probably mention that I am. A very insecure person w/ dangerously low self esteem, which is super fun esp when you mix that with the fact that I'm rarely ever motivated to improve. Yayayay Also sort of a pushover?? Like most often than not I'll be convinced to do something, even if I'm not too keen on doing it. Also afraid of confrontation when it comes to my friends and strangers (that is, if it's concerning me!! I'll order smthn for my friend but if I need to order for myself?? uhh stutter time aha). I'm also a mega simp ahah! Srsly though if I fall for someone/get infatuated with someone I. Will be so obvious abt it even though I try very hard not to be. Would gush over that person probably. I don't really like mean people tbh. Like yes I'll be nice and civil with them but!!! I cannot stand!!! Rude people!!! Esp when they're mean for no reason like sir??? maam??? homie??? chill pls ty<3 People who aren't necessarily mean, but moreso have bastard energy and are just really "hehe>:D" but playfully are p poggers tho!!! I think I get along with kids!! I have a little sister,, around like. Nine? And we get along really well!! I also try and match a kid's energy whenever I'm tasked with looking after them. I take pride in the fact that kids like me >:].... even if they sometimes scare me-- Ok, interest time!!

I like art!! Quite a bit!! Less of a realistic artist and more of a cartoonist!! Idk there's just something fun abt drawing cartoons, hehe. I also like self ships - I have quite a bit of them, actually ! Idk its comforting drawings your fictional crushes loving you idkidk. I like writing too! Both original stories, and one-shots or personal fics that are associated with already created media!! Writing character backstories and personalities and stuff is also fun too! I've even made my own fictional world with a full fledged backstory n everything! It's very fun to think about. I'm a day dreamer!!! Yea remember when I said I write stories? I day dream abt potential stories even more. Mmm daydream world so nice so warm so fun I read aswell!! Mostly fantasy books, or stories where animals are the protagonists. Think Warrior Cats. But my favorite book series has got to be Guardians of Ga'Hoole. Fantasy owl books, anyway! X Readers are also things I enjoy reading :) Again, s I m p Also gaming!!! Is something fun I do sometimes!!! Although it's usually Genshin Impact, or Wii Sports/Resort w// my little sister. Oh, also pokemon! I rlly like Primarina, Vaporeon, Sylveon and Vulpix/Ninetails! I absolutely adore sweet foods, and baking is smthn I'm def interested in! Don't like foods w// weird textures though, like beans or mashed potatoes. Also I. Love spice so much. Mmm love it when my mouth burns so bad. Don't have a favorite animal but I've had three cats in my lifetime (btw not important but my current cat is named Sylvester and. He's my baby boy) so I am. A very big cat fan. Probably not needed but I really like sword and claymore characters. Literally all of the characters I main are either sword or claymore users. Although I did get Diona, so I miiight start forcing myself to learn how to aimmm. I see that I tend to like people/characters that are a little more extroverted than me. Upbeat, happy type beat!!! Nice sunshine babies, :) I think thats it! I hope this was good enough? Again, first time doing this (at 2am nonetheless) so forgive me if I got too rambly or did anything wrong ^^ Thank you for taking the time out of your day to read this! And I hope your day is good / you had a good day, depending on when you read this, ehe!

Hey! Sorry if the wait has been long! I also love Warrior Cats (I promise myself, one day I'll finish it.)

You received... A Pyro vision! Optimistic, enthusiastic, impulsive, reckless, and a lot of energy are the general characteristics held by the Pyro vision. • I hesitated between the Pyro and Hydro vision, but your energy distinguishes you from the Hydro vision. • You said you were impulsive, always doing something you might regret later but still doing it. • You react quickly: as you said, if somebody hurt someone you love, you won't think twice before barking. Your partner would be... Xingqiu! “This feeling was unexpected.” • At first, you were just friends, and Xingqiu really loved to tease you. Actually, you both teased each other. But eventually, a feeling of love towards you grew into Xingqiu. And that was reciprocated. • Your relationship is filled with teases, jokes, and good/funny moments where you mostly share what you commonly appreciate. • He also knows when to get serious: for example, he does everything to support you during your moments of struggle concerning your self-esteem. Your friend would be... Childe! “Luckily, I'm here!” • You two also share funny moments, especially during situations where your “stupidity” is overtaken by his insight. • Sometimes, he finds you cute. • He likes the fact that you get along well with kids. It leads you to great moments with him and his siblings. • You're quite the opposite in terms of self-esteem. I think it's a good thing because it makes you complementary. Your enemy would be... Albedo! A misunderstanding. • You wouldn't hate each other, but I think Albedo wouldn't like the way you use your energy, and when you're more in a chill mood (meaning you're more available for him to talk), he could get pissed at how much times he'd have to repeat himself for you to understand something. • He's very patient, but he understood quickly that his interests would maybe not be within your reach. • You would just be too different. Worth to mention • You and Venti are like drama queens in Mondstadt. You are good friends. But you both know that you can't be more, as it would eventually both drag you down (because of similar problems). • Klee is also your best friend: both of you share decisions that you definitely will regret later. Or maybe not. • Hu tao and you are kinds of silently competing over who's the best tease, and she beats you. My goal is definitely not achieved. I hope I can catch up tomorrow. And don't worry, it was surprisingly good for a first description!