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[the-dragon-folk]

Super Loose Dragon age Origin OC breakdown sheet

My computer's been dead (and still kind of is) for a month after... the milk incident, so I've only had the opportunity to play through Partha, and I do want to re-run her since she was my first playthrough. All of these come with a grain of salt and a lot of opportunity to be changed Warden Partha Aeducan: True to the Dwarf Noble Origin, kings Alistair, Romances Morrigain (bi rights), and does the dark ritual. The Leader. The World's most cringefail trans girl boss princess <3. She's an incredibly strong and fierce warrior, a real shit brickhouse as far as dwarves go, but also really mentally not doing well, and she expends a lot of energy not confronting this. She's remarkably successful, it's just that she's guessing the entire time and a lot of her choices go against her own, or her friends' wishes, in the name of the "Greater Good," but what that means to her is really unclear. She is so desperate to protect everyone and save Ferelden because she knows its right, but she doubts every choice she makes and so many "good" choices cause a lot more pain. She begins her journey feeling unloved, put-upon and lost and ends her journey feeling unloved, put-upon, and lost <3. She's also batshit a little and spends a lot of time doing really risky shit in a half-hearted attempt to chase death in a very Zevran-esque way aha. She comes out of the Blight an extremely weird unsettling person, and I do spend a lot of time jumping the shark with her. She drinks that weird bottle at Solider's Peak and does The Golems of Amgarrak stuff, if that explains anything. She's a ball of knots and hard to explain quickly. Mingrin: Partha's dog. Really cool guy and good boy.

Warden Judpha: Dwarf Commoner, not Brosca, thruple with Zevran and Killian. Grew up in Dust Town and was the guardian to his niece from a young age and broke when she was murdered. He's effectively ripped apart in Ostagar, and this leaves him short an arm and a leg. His Ostagar trauma makes him entirely unwilling to face the Dark Spawn. Jud start off pretty coarse - particularly with Partha, who he bitterly refers to as "Peace-Keeper" - and he softens up over time. He learns to read and write and becomes the sort of book-keeper of the group.

Warden Killian Tabris: True to the Elf Commoner Origin, thruple with Zevran and Judpha. Killian's a little less developed than the other two, but she's also pretty prickly. She dislikes Partha and Alistair because of their highborn status. She tends to lead a secondary party. I think her story is about her growing from jaded and act-first-questions-later to a more tempered and empathetic leader, as she's left to be Commander of the Grey after Partha disappears. I think Jud and Zevran allow her to soften up and relax a bit. I think she'll probably parallel Partha in a lot of ways. She joins at the same time as Alistair. Warden (Unnamed so far) Mahariel: Likely true to Elf Dalish origin. He'll likely spend a lot of time on the side lines. He joins at the same time as Partha and, when he finds himself entirely alone at Ostagar, goes "why would i die for a bunch of people who don't give two shits about me when I can go home and help my clan??" and immediately high tails it. He comes back up when the wardens come to the Dalish and find him. He gets turned into a werewolf and at the end of it he probably choses to stay and help prepare the Clans for the Dark spawn. He isn't meant to come across as a coward, but just as someone who, rightfully, is more concerned with the immediate future of his loved ones rather than a more abstract Series of Misadventures to Maybe? Save the World. Not to mention, he's alone right off the bat and has no context on how to be a warden.

Warden Surana and Warden Cousland (also both unnammed): Both mostly true to Human Noble & Elf Circle. They're more of a MacGuffin. They're both slightly older wardens than Alistair & Killian. Warden Surana and Cousland survived Ostagar (Likely alongside Killian and Judpha) and immediately went into action. They presume the old treaties are lost with Alistair and decide to go to Soldier's Peak to try and find some sort of hope. When Civil War pressures get real, Cousland makes a plan to use his Nobility status to wed Anora and reign some things back into place. This is what sends Partha on the path to wedding Alistair to Anora. When The Party get to Soldier's Peak, Cousland has been killed and likely so has Warden Surana.

Ameira Surana: Sister to Warden Surana and another Circle Elf. Romances Alistair. She is a prodigious young mage who spent much of her life in her sister's shadow. This allowed her to get away with what she wanted in peace. I forget which exactly was the specific character issue that sent her down her path, but after her sister and Jowan bounce, she does become a practicing Blood mage. she keeps this under wraps for a while and eventually saves Judpha's life with it, so he doesn't say anything about it. She joins the party with Wynne to help the Wardens and eventually falls in love with Alistair, and it's really sweet and smooth up until Partha and Eamon make moves to wed Anora and Alistair. Alistair breaks up with Ameira to try and spare her from everything that is going on. Ameira, devastated by the last 2 years' shenanigans' like every one else, does eventually fireball-blood magic the shit out of Partha and Anora and Judpha is like "hm yeah i guess i should've said something sooner."

[rhenuvee]

The Heart in You (Fred Weasley x reader)

A/N: Remember when I said I was going to be a turtle when using Tumblr bc I’m new? My dumbass couldn’t find the delete button- dEaDaSs cLoWnErY right here.

Summary: Both you and Fred are known to have a playful type of rivalry, and none of you two want to be the first to ‘be nice’ to the other. But one day he starts acting weird, and you start feeling bad. 

Warnings: swearing :0

*I realized I’m an idiot for not doing this sooner so tell me if you’d like to be tagged in my future fics. I write for 3 fandoms so please specify which one!*

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Yours and Fred’s rivalry was known to almost everyone in Hogwarts.

You were sort of friends, sure. You had most classes with each other, and sat next to him in Charms. You weren’t always a jumpy type of person, in fact before Fred started annoying you, you were quite shy. You couldn’t bother to remember when the bickering started.

He called you names, stole your belongings, bumped into you purposely in the halls, and now blocked your way when getting out of class. And the worst part, he did it all with that stupidly attractive smile of his. Merlin, how silly did you have to be to be distracted by someone where only their smile could make your knees go weak?

Fifteen seconds left... 

It was almost like the clock was giving you anxiety.

“Class...” started Professor Snape with his slow, dramatic tone of voice. You didn’t want to give Snape the impression that you hated his class, but just this once, you had to be the first one to exit. You moved your leg slightly out of the seat, and your hand gripped your bag tightly, swung over your shoulder.

“... dismissed-”

You dashed for the door immediately, and rather sloppily, probably broke or crumpled up things in your bag, but you didn’t care. To your dismay, you collided with a tall, red headed, figure, smiling right down at you. 

“Nice try princess.” You looked up to lock your gaze with none other than Fred. His smirk met with your scowl.

“Fred stop blocking my way!” You protested, trying to push him out of the way. Sadly, with his years playing as beater, it didn’t take much force for him to use his arms and stay in place.

He used his tall stature to block the doorway of the classroom, with his arm stretched out so you couldn’t get out. This wasn’t a first, in fact, you lost count a few weeks ago. He made you late to quite a few classes and meals. 

A few students exiting gave both of you weird looks, and most treating it as if this wasn’t the first time this happened- because well, it wasn’t. 

“Come on lovebirds, there’s plenty more time at lunch to flirt.” said George. He too seemed tired of your bullshit as he leaned on the wall outside of the class. You huffed as you fixed yourself up, and made an ugly face at Fred. He in turn made a kissy face back at you, which made you rush out the door, with your face flushed red.

That annoying jerk, you thought, he always knew how to get to you. But he wasn’t done with you yet. You made your way to the Gryffindor table and sat across from Angelina. The twins as usual, came bouncing in right behind you and sat next to you, one on each side.

“You know love, if you kept making that face it might get stuck like that.” He said leaning with his elbow on the table. “Oh and how would you know that hm? Is it because it happened to you?” you shot back. But deep inside you knew that wasn’t true- it was the last thing his face would be, he was gorgeous. George ooed at your statement and Angelina rolled her eyes but smiled.

“Liar liar as always (y/n), when will you admit that you’re mad for me.” he said cheekily. Of course he had something to say back that would make your face red. “Another day...” sighs Angelina resting her hand on her forehead.

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Your body tensed when Professor McGonagall asked everyone to find partners to practise dancing. None of the boys seemed willing to get up from their seat, who would want to practise with you, let alone ask you to the ball? 

“C’mon let’s go.” said Angelina taking your hand and leading you to the twins. Oh no, not them, not Fred... 

“George would you like to practise with me?” Angelina asked. “Yeah, sure.” replied George before winking to you and Fred. You stood there frozen with your brows furrowed, how could they? 

“Well, let’s get to it darling.” he said. “Tch, whatever.” you muttered turning away from his gaze, and getting slightly hotter when he put his one hand on your waist and the other linked with your hand. 

You kept looking back at McGonagall, trying to follow her steps, and also down at your feet a lot. To be honest, you didn’t want to meet Fred’s eyes. A few minutes later, you realized he hadn’t said anything or teased you at all. You slowly lifted your head to see what was up. 

You were surprised to see his head was also down, looking at his feet. He looked up when he felt your gaze, but instead of his usual smirk and flirty one-liner, you were met with an expression you haven’t seen. His eyebrows were slightly furrowed, cheeks with a tiny bit of pink, and eyes filled with... confusion, or concern? 

“Sorry love, I almost stepped on your foot there.” he said sheepishly. This was new. You weren’t sure if he was playing or being genuine. “It’s okay.” you reply quietly, unsure of his behaviour.

Midway through the lesson, you could count the number of times he said “Sorry” or “My apologies darling.” It was quite a lot of times, and the weirdest part was that he seemed truly sorry for accidentally stepping on you a few times. You appreciated that he apologized, but this was strange. When Professor McGonagall announced that the dance lesson was finished, you both sighed, and just stood there for an awkward moment. 

“Reckon whoever’s going to the ball with me will have an interesting dance.” he said as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah...” you said softly.

“So how was it?” asked George as he and Angelina came over from their spot. “Couldn’t really get it...” replied Fred looking down at his hands. Was he... embarrassed? 

Suddenly you felt a little guilty for spurting insults at him earlier, and for hitting him in the arm with your books, and calling him names. Yes, he had done the same too, but it wasn’t like someone as confident as him to get embarrassed and shy. You hoped that it wasn’t your continuous back and forth that made him feel worse of himself.

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This weird behaviour continued into the next week. People around you were shocked to see you both dialed down at least 50%. You hated to admit it, but you secretly missed the playful banter you had with him.

The Yule Ball was coming closer, and you still didn’t have a date. “Go with Fred.” said Angelina casually. “Are you joking?” you asked. 

“Oh? And I thought you both calmed down and finally admitted your feelings to each other.” You groaned at her statement. Alicia and Katie came over. “(Y/n), why can’t you see that he fancies you too?” asked Katie. 

“W-well even if he does, I don’t think he does anymore...” you said timidly. “He’ll probably say yes anyway (y/n).” said Alicia reassuring you.

You pursed your lips. They knew you liked him, and you hated that. You were a girl who rivalled against him, both competing for a better argument and the last word. You were told constantly that he flirted with you because he fancied you. Some of your retorts you admit might’ve been a bit much, so why would he like you after all that?

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The next day, you walked in the Charms classroom with a weird feeling in your stomach. You felt even weirder when Fred plopped himself down, and put his stuff down on the floor of his side? Usually he dropped his belongings smack in the middle, invading your space, claiming he needed ‘more room for his long limbs’, and that you could spare a bit of your space. 

“Not going to put your stuff here?” you asked. “Didn’t want to disturb you.” he said before turning back to Professor Flitwick.You could tell that he didn’t sound his best, when he said that. But still, shouldn’t he be busy kicking you under the table, or looking over at your parchment?

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“Fred!” you shouted a little too loudly as you tried to catch up with him after class ended. He turned around and walked back over to you, before waving to his twin telling him he’ll be there later. Your heart already started beating faster.

“Um, a-are you okay?” you asked. Well, that was a bit too general wasn’t it. “Course, why wouldn’t I be?” he smiled at you, until he went back to looking down at his feet, his hair covering part of his face so you couldn’t see it. Now you really felt sorry, you didn’t know what caused him to act less energetic, less loud, less of himself, but you didn’t want to be one of the sources. 

You took a deep breath and reminded yourself that you were going to hex the girls if this went wrong. “Please (y/n), we wouldn’t want to go without you!” the girls voices from the other day rang in your head. 

“I-I was wondering... if you wanted to go to the Yule ball with me..?” you asked shyly. “Hm?” he hummed, not looking up. 

“Would you like to... gototheYuleballwithme?” you said the last part rather quickly, almost a whisper so no one in the hall could hear you. Your face was beet red, scared to face Fred’s reaction.

...

“Knew you would give in darling.” he said brushing the hair out of his face and smirking at you. The familiar fiery hot boiling feeling began to rise from within you, and unfortunately to your face. “And I would love to go with you.” he said.

“Wh- I- FRED!!” you yelled out of anger and embarrassment. “Always knew you had a heart in you, was just waiting for when you’d show it-” “FRED WEASLEY, YOU’RE SUCH AN ASS!” you yelled frustrated. 

“Aw, it’s okay (y/n), I mean- hey! You there! Guess who asked me to the Yule ball!” he said tapping a random person on the shoulder. “Fred-” “In fact- EVERYONE! GUESS WHO JUST ASKED ME TO THE YULE BALL-” 

“FRED!” you said hitting him in the arm. He was too busy laughing his ass off to feel the pain of your hit. “I hate you.” you hissed, as he calmed down. “I think you’re cute too.” he said sweetly. 

“All that ‘sadness’ since the dance practice for the ball was all an act?” you asked frowning. “Well, I wouldn’t call it sadness. But since you said so- I’m feeling a lot better now that you think I’m handsome.”

“I didn’t say-“

“See you at the ball, love.”  he said bringing his hand softly to the side of your neck to kiss you on the cheek. You froze with your eyes wide. You were ashamed to say that your mind kept replaying the moment. A few seconds later, your mind snapped back to reality, and started going after Fred.

“F-Fred! You can’t just randomly do things like that! Come back here!” you yelled as he too started running. Both your voices echoed in the distance. George and Angelina saw as the two of you rushed by the entrance of the great hall, up to your usual chase.

“How long until you think they get married?” asked Angelina to George.

“Tomorrow.”

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Link to pt 2: Here

[solarheiress]

Literally all of the lovesquare is trash not just ladrien lmao

I personally don’t think of it as trash, but I appreciate your input?

Don’t get me wrong I do like the lovesquare, so these kind of messages kind of lose their impact on me. It’s more that, some ways they interact are better than others to me.

To sum up my opinion on the lovesquare dynamics and ranking them from best to nah here:

1) adrinette

2)marichat

3)ladynoir

4) that thing I’m trying not to accidentally put this post on the dash of people who like it. And am hoping that anon not blocking out the word won’t put it there if it does I’m sorry

I obviously prefer marichat more than tumblr does, everything else lines up and I still feel pretty vaild and plenty petty. If you want an explanation behind my reasoning, click below!

Starting with la/////drien, my point is that “cute flustered” bit never came through for me, I never liked it, they always just seemed awkward and distracted and the situation was uncomfortable. That side is my least favorite mostly because of two things.

1) how it started. As the show goes on, they’re obviously acknowledging that the other person involved has flaws, but at first they were really just putting the other person up on a pedestal and that mentally lasted a lot longer than I’m comfortable with. I’ve see the “all crushes are like that” argument going around and I just.... they aren’t? Maybe for the first little while, or, certain crushes, but it’s just weird to me in this case.

2) in this situation the masks actually bother me more. With lady noir, they’re both wearing masks and if I’m being honest that’s one step above lad////rien for me anyways, but, there is equal anonymity.

On the other hand, I think I like marichat because, in my opinion, adrien would f**k up the whole secret identity thing pretty fast in that scenario while Marinette wouldn’t? Or at least, adrien would do it sooner.

What I mean is that, in my opinion, Adrien’s behavior towards Marinette would change noticeabley and faster. I mean, we already saw this with evillustrator, the first thing he tried was asking her about his super self lmao? It’s going to take a lot for Marinette to be less flustered and awkward around Adrien, even being in her superhero persona didn’t really help all the way, plus secret identity keeping is really her thing at this point. Plus I believe they have a better chance of really getting to know the sides of one another that they don’t usually see. No awkward flustering or dumb distractions, they’re best buddies who know each other too well and can’t be best buddies at first and have to try very hard to not let on how well they know each other.

Adrien has to fight his way around not mentioning school and Marinette can’t remember their superheroing to well, friend running the ladyblog or not. Plus the whole concept of Adrien supporting Marinette’s crush on who he presumed is luka/Nathaniel/whoever is hilarious, and the chaos that would ensue if she followed Chat’s suggestions around Adrien would be hilarious too. (There’s an amazing fancomic where he comes across her upset after another failed confession and wants to know who the asshole is and she tells him and his brain stalls at “I’m the asshole?”) it’s just perfect to me lol.

But back to the masks! For one, whether you like it or not, they do act differently when they are and aren’t wearing them, specifically towards eachother! Marinette being so awkward and flustered almost solely around Adrien isn’t really her whole personality, it’s a consequence of her crush. When Adrien isn’t chat noir, he’s more.... well behaved and proper are the best words that come to mind. I’m not saying that these things aren’t apart of their personalities, but when the masks shift in certain ways they’re amplified in such a way that it sells the dichotomy perfectly. To Marinette, Chat is fun and goofy, and Adrien, although similar, is more reserved and polite. To Adrien, Marinette is shy, nervous and endearingly clumsy, with moments of confidence to be proud of while ladybug is confident and capable after a few bumps in the road. This does affect how they see the other person (ie, as two distinct people) and change how they act towards one another, as well as how they react to what they’ve perceived as a different person. Marinette obviously doesn’t fluster as easily and can be sarcastic and serious around Chat, and even though it isn’t quite as simple as I’m going to phrase it, Adrien is almost more... gentle, in the way he interacts with Marinette vs ladybug, almost like he’s seen her freak out so much that he feels a potential freak out is around the corner if he missteps.

(Back to Marichat lol) Another reason marichat bothers me less is that romance isn’t the goal from the outset. Befriending someone you don’t know a lot about is no big deal. Even though it’s a bit ironic for them, wanting to meet/befriend a superhero is a realistic goal for not hero people, and chat noir has interacted with Marinette a lot, so it’s not surprising he’d want to get to know her better. And they aren’t obsessed with dating/marrying each other, so they get to be goofy and also run the gambit of emotion when they realized they f**ked up and fell for each other by accident.

It’s simultaneously a cute friendship, a budding attraction towards one another and a somewhat stressful and unknowingly mutual game of cat and mouse as they’re both trying not to screw up identity stuff. With Lad///rien it’s just.... dramatic sigh and swooning nonsense.

(One last thing, the idea that chat noir would start paying more attention to where Marinette is and accidentally f**k up her chances for transformation by trying to make sure she’s safe is hilarious because unlike Adrien to ladybug, Marinette would appreciate the concern but start to get annoyed at some point and maybe even attempt to talk to him about it as ladybug, to get him to focus on fighting and not “some girl” which chat can easily misinterpret as jealous could you imagine)

Back to where we started, Ladr////ien just doesn’t work for me in a way that Marichat does. But beyond just the hero/civilian self sides, ladynoir works better in my opinion because again, equal anonymity, and second, Marinette would be consciously choosing chat noir instead of Adrien, not just getting an accidental 2 for 1 deal. I know they’d probably end up happy eventually, but I have a feeling that finding out Chat Noir, who ladybug turned down, kind of used the fact that she didn’t know his identity to date her anyways wouldn’t sit well with Marinette. And even though Marinette hasn’t really confessed, adrien might get the same feeling of, almost a betrayal in a sense.

(Marichat is also like ladynoir because they’re consciously choosing not ladybug and not Adrien, even though they get a surprise 2 for 1 anyways, and in that circumstance, finding out that they accidentally fell in love with the same person twice would probably smooth things over).

Adrienette will always be the part of the lovesquare that is the best because it’s.... it’s just them. It’s what the ship would be called if not for the secret identity complication. It’s probably where they’d pretty quickly land in the event of a reveal. Obviously, the dynamic would be something different if they revealed themselves, but in my opinion it’s also the most..... stable, I suppose, and equal, in the sense that, while, yes, they’re both hiding superhero secrets, I doubt they wouldn’t tell eachother eventually. They could meet each others friends and parents (if Gabriel didn’t suck so badly). It works in a way that ladynoir, lad////rien and even marichat doesn’t because even though they are hiding something from one another, it’s not a massive factor in how they interact. Ladynoir can’t happen without the constant reminder that they don’t even know each others names. Marinette would probably start to get frustrated with the idea that she’s dating Adrien but can’t hold his hand at school because she’s the wrong her. Adrien, well, as I said my theory is he’d flirt with Marinette by accident as himself rather than chat and complicate matters, but not like Marinette will “oh no two boys I like like me back what now”, instead she’d “two boys who like me look and act very similar and I’m starting to connect dots I’m not supposed to connect”

[dog-suffrage-advocate]

What is Homestuck?

That's a question I ask myself every time I see something about it. Everything I learn continues to confuse me, but I have made it my life's mission to figure out the details of Homestuck.

I have a set of rules to follow:

1. I cannot read the source material. So no matter how much anyone asks, I will not read Homestuck.

2. I must not seek out knowledge. No looking at wikis, no asking fans anything, no searching through tags, etc.

3. Every new piece of information must be found in the wild. Any clues I find must be found organically and accidentally. A post that pops up on my dash or it randomly being mentioned in a youtube video are fair game.

4. Nobody may offer me information. I don't care how tempted anybody is to tell me anything, do not do it. I want my sources to be tertiary at best. If you send me unsolicited homestuck tidbits, no joke, you will be blocked. This is not a game.

5. I cannot follow anyone on social media for the express purpose of increasing my odds of finding homestuck posts.

Now lets move on to what clues I have found. If these are in any way inaccurate or misleading, don't tell me. I'll find out the truth eventually. Here's what I know:

- zodiac signs are rainbow themed

- the sun is green

- there is a character named Vriska who people say did nothing wrong in a way that implies they absolutely did something wrong

- it's written in the second person

- people hide toblerones

- there is a guy named John, his name might be Jason, they might be two different people, I don't know

- there is a character named Karkat that is "voiced" by Michael Jones

- there are multiple epilogues

- the epiloges were posted on ao3

- the characters with orange horns and triangular sunglasses are from homestuck

- the character John is actually trans and her name is Jane

- there is a character named Dirk Strider who is either the coolest character or the lamest

- the main character, whoever that is, physically cannot leave their bedroom. They are, in fact, stuck at home

- terezi murdered dave, which is apparently an equally ridiculous and accurate statement

And that is it. All of the clues I have accumulated from my time on the Internet. I wanted to document my experience in a tangible way, so here it is. If you are a fan, I apologize for any wrong information I listed, and I'm sorry that you must suffer in silence at my ignorance. It is how the world must be.

[hippiebuckyharrington]

Some Unspoken Thing

This is my harringrove for australia fic for @wingedbears! Thank you so much for your bid!!!!@harringroveweekoflove prompt: accidental confession. 

Read below or on ao3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22686796

It takes him too long to figure out what that noise is, the annoying shrieking from somewhere beyond the warm cocoon of his blankets. He shoves his head under the pillow, willing it to stop. It does, and Billy breathes a sigh of relief, settling back to sleep when it starts again.

“Mother Fuck!” He groans, hauls out of bed, and rips the bedroom door open. He blinks into the dark hallway, and finally places the noise.

“Who the hell is calling at three am?!” He shouts at the phone, glaring at it when it dares to ring while he’s yelling. He scrubs his face tiredly. He grabs the phone roughly from its cradle and smashes it against his face.

“I swear to god, whoever you are better have an in-fucking-credibly good reason for calling me!” He barks into the receiver. Someone takes a shaky breath.

“Billy, it’s me.” Max whispers. Billy instantly feels like he’s been doused in cold water.

“Fuck. Maxine, tell me you’re ok, and you didn’t go monster hunting.” He mutters voice low, leaning forward to drop his forehead to the wall next to the phone.

“I’m fine. I’m not hurt. And the monster is gone, now.” Max says, voice still soft.

“Then why the fuck are you calling me at the asscrack of dawn?!” Billy demands.

“Because…. Uh…. Well, I’m not hurt, but…” She’s stalling. Billy’s blood, which was feeling less icy at her original answer, freezes again. If Max is stalling that means only one thing. He can hear someone in the background mutter at her to just rip the band aide off.

“Tell me it’s one of the rugrats. Tell me Whiny Wheeler got hurt, or Sinclair. Tell me you are calling me because you’re tired and need a ride. Hell, tell me you’re calling because you need to talk to me about boy trouble and this is the only time you have.” Billy begs. Max swallows so loud Billy hears it through the phone. Panic is coiling in his gut, cold and heavy.

“It’s not Mike, or Lucas. Everyone else is fine.” She pauses, ignoring his last hopeful comment, and sucks in a deep breath. Billy holds his. “Steve got hurt. He jumped in front of the demo dog to protect Dustin. It got him, we’re at the hospital.” Max says, all in a rush. Billy’s legs buckle.

“Fuck.” He says, as he lurches further into the wall.

“They just took him back. There was a lot of blood, and his side and back are all ripped up.” Max says, a little breathlessly. She knows him well; knows he needs the details with no sugarcoating. “Joyce and Hop are here, and we called Owens. I don’t know when we can see him.” She adds. Billy nods, feeling numb.

“I’m coming.” He whispers.

“He will be in surgery or asleep for a while, you don’t have to come right this second. I just wanted to let you know.“ Max says, but kind of like she doesn’t think it’ll dissuade him. "But I wouldn’t be mad if you came.”

"I have to be there. I can’t just sit at home if he's… if he’s….” Billy says, and then he hiccups a little.

“We’re in the waiting room.” She whispers, the line clicks as she hangs up. Billy takes a deep breath and slams the phone down in its cradle.

He runs to his room and yanks on his boots, doesn’t even lace them. He grabs a ratty sweatshirt hanging out of the dresser and pulls it on, then stumbles out to his kitchen, yanks on his jacket and grabs his keys. Billy dashes down the metal stairs to his car. A neighbor shouts at him to keep it down, but Billy isn’t listening. The Camaro roars to life, and then tears out of the parking lot.

It takes 3 minutes and 43 seconds too long to get to the hospital, and Billy parks like an asshole, but can’t bring himself to care. He runs inside and immediately spots the cluster of people he’s looking for. They all turn and look at him.

“Billy?” Joyce Byers says, standing a little. “Are you ok?”

“Steve…” Billy croaks out. Joyce’s face softens a little, and she shoves some coats off a chair for him. He collapses into it.

Max tucks herself into the chair next to him and leans against his shoulder. He kisses her hair and stares down the nurse’s station in the corner.

“Dustin.” Billy calls, and the boy jolts and looks up. “Tell what happened.”

“El found the demo dog on accident checking on the town. We were at Steve’s house already, for movies and pizza.” Dustin starts.

“I know, Dustin. I was invited too, but I had to work.” Billy says, and he feels a coil of guilt wriggle in his gut. He moved out of his Dad’s house the second he could, and into his own apartment, but he has to work two jobs to pay for it. It’s worth it, and Steve comes over a lot, for movies and food, or to just sit around together. And Max is over all the time. But the two jobs mean he misses a lot of the Party gatherings.

“Oh, right.” Dustin continues. “Anyway, we all decided to go scope it out, and then call Hop if anything happened.”

“You should have called me right away.” Hop grumbles from his spot next to Joyce.

“We know, but we didn’t. Anyway, we went to where El had seen it and we were just listening and look for rot, or anything similar to last time. It snuck up on us, he saw it first. It was coming straight for me, he shoved me out of the way, and turned in time for it to grab him in the back. It was weak, had been trapped outside of the upside down for a while. El got it with her power and it died. We rushed him here.” Dustin says. Billy nods.

“Stupid fuckin hero complex is gonna get him killed.” Billy mutters.

“Are you mad at me?” Dustin hedges. Billy sighs.

“No, I’m not mad. I’m mad at him for being an idiot, and I’m mad at you, Maxine, for not calling me, and you all were stupid, but I’m not mad at you, Steve’s Favorite.” Billy says. Dustin grins.

“I love that nickname.” He mutters, Billy smiles a little.

“Sorry I didn’t call.” Max whispers. Billy tugs her close.

“You know I would have come in a heartbeat.” He mutters.

“I know, but you worked a lot yesterday, and you were tired. We thought we had it handled.” She says. Billy sighs, kisses her head again.

“I’m never too tired for my family, why do you think I’m here?” Billy mutters. Max grins up at him, and then tugs at his jacket. He shrugs out of it, and drapes it around her shoulders. They all settle around the room then, because it’s early, and there isn’t much else to say or do. Billy goes back to staring at the nurse’s station, and throws an arm around Max. She curls up under his jacket and yawns.

“I’ve never seen him without his hair done.” Will whispers to his mom, an indeterminate amount of time later. Joyce laughs a little, glancing up from her magazine. Max is asleep on Billy’s shoulder, Mike and Lucas are stretched out across several chairs, sleeping. Hop went to go talk with some cops about the demo dog, and Dustin is dozing in the corner. El is asleep on Max’s other side, under Hop’s jacket.

Billy touches his wild curls a little nervously, still staring at the nurses.

“He left in quite a hurry, and his hair is the least of his worries. He had to check on Max.” Joyce whispers back.

“He’s gonna be ok.” Will leans forward to tell Billy.

“He better.” Billy grits out.

“Is that Steve’s sweatshirt?” Will asks. Billy glances down at it. Steve is over so much, when Billy isn’t working, and sometimes when he is, that some of Steve’s clothes have just migrated there. Billy hadn’t meant to grab that sweatshirt necessarily, just reaching for any warmish shirt but he’s glad he has it now.

Joyce smiles at him gently, and turns back to her magazine.

“Yeah it is, he must have left it. I just didn’t want to show up shirtless.” Billy whispers. Will smiles a little, knowingly, and turns back to lean against his mom. Billy pulls the collar of the sweatshirt up to his nose, and breathes deep. It still smells a little bit like Steve, even though Billy has worn it multiple times. He takes a deep breath and leans back in the chair, closing his eyes.

It’s 6:30 in the freaking morning before an exhausted looking doctor walks into the waiting room, handing a clipboard to the nurses as she does. Billy instantly straightens, leaning forward a little, jarring Max awake.

“You folks all here for Mr. Harrington?” The doctor asks, moving her long braid off her shoulder. Everyone nods.

“I work with Dr. Owens, I’m Dr. Forest. He was called out of time, so I stepped in. I am aware of the nature of the injuries Mr. Harrington came in with. He is out of surgery. We repaired all the damage that we could, and stitched him up. He lost a kidney, but is stable now. He’s still sleeping, but should be waking up soon.” Dr. Forest smiles, and glances at all of them. “I’m afraid that all of you might be too much in the room at a time, and it’s not technically visiting hours, but I can let some of you go sit with him until he wakes up. Only two at a time I think.” She says. Billy swallows thickly, practically shaking, needing to get to Steve.

It’s quiet for a beat, a mostly nonverbal conversation flying between the people around him. Billy doesn’t see it, focused entirely on the doctor, who’s smiling.

“Billy can go see Steve.” It’s Dustin who speaks. “When Steve wakes up the rest of us will go check.” Dr. Forest turns her dark assessing eyes on Billy, and takes in the worn flannel sleep pants, still unlaced boots, the old, ratty sweatshirt, and his messy curls. She smiles, and nods, turning and motioning for Billy to follow.

Max squeezes his hand, and suddenly Billy stalls.

“It shouldn’t be me, he… you guys go.” Billy whispers, but he doesn’t relax.

“Go on honey, we know you need to see him. I’ll take some of the kids’ home if they want, and we’ll come back later ok? You sit with him. Go on.” Joyce says. Billy takes a deep breath and follows Dr. Forest.

“He’s gonna be fine.” She assures him as they get in the elevator. Billy just nods. Dr. Forest shows him down a hall and to a private room at the end of it. She opens the door. Billy’s breath stutters.

Steve is lying on the hospital bed, sleeping. He’s pale, and he’s got a bruise forming on his neck and jaw, but otherwise the damage is obscured by the blankets and the hospital gown.

“He’s going to be fine. The kids brought him in time, we fixed him. He’s gonna need time to heal, but he’s gonna be ok.” Dr. Forest says, smiling at Billy. “I’m sure he’ll be glad to see his boyfriend when he wakes up.” She whispers. Billy jolts.

“uh… I’m… We’re not….” He says. Dr. Forest smiles again.

“Whatever you say. Go, sit with him.” She urges. She squeezes his shoulder and then disappears. Billy walks quietly into the room, and drags a chair closer to Steve and sits down. He reaches out and picks up Steve’s hand gently in both of his.

“You should have called me, pretty boy.” Billy whispers. “I should have been there. I could have helped you. I’m gonna kill you when you wake up, we are gonna have words, I swear Harrington.” Billy whispers. He reaches out and brushes some of the damp hair from Steve’s face. “I’m gonna sit with you until I can yell at you for being stupid. I’m gonna be right here, pretty boy, so you sleep and when you are ready for the yelling you wake up, ok?” Billy says, debating if he should say more.

But Steve can’t hear him so he just holds Steve’s hand tight and tries to memorize his face, assuring himself that Steve’s ok.

He eventually drops his head to the bed, and closes his eyes, listening to the beep of machinery and Steve’s breathing.

“Billy?” A soft voice asks. Billy jolts awake and looks up into tired brown eyes.

Steve smiles a little. Billy glares at him and lurches up.

“You’re such an idiot Harrington.” Billy snarls, pacing at the end of the bed. Steve looks confused. “What the hell did you think you were doing, jumping in front of one of those things like that?! You could have died!”

“But I didn’t? Why are you yelling?” Steve asks, and he sounds confused and hurt.

“Because you are stupid! Because you went out there with the kids, and you didn’t even fucking call me!” Billy cries, causing a nurse to come running over. Steve shakes his head at her.

“He’s just mad at me, he’ll yell for a while and be fine. Though I don’t know why he’s yelling.” Steve says, the nurse shoots Billy a look and then turns to Steve. They check his vitals, and smile at him.

“I’m gonna give you a shot of something for the pain, it should ease some pain, and help you sleep when the yelling stops.” The nurse says, and grin. They inject the stuff into Steve’s IV and then scribble some things on his chart.

“You can keep yelling hun, I just gotta wait and make sure the dose was enough and that Mr. Harrington here doesn’t react badly to it.” The nurse says.

Billy is still all amped up, and the sooner he finishes yelling the sooner he can get to fussing over Steve.

“Why were you so stupid?! Harrington, you could have died?! And then what, then what was the plan? Huh? What would Dustin have done, if you’d died? What would all your little brats have done?! What the hell then?! There were better ways to handle this! You could have called me, for one, you could have called the damn police chief for another, because he has a gun?!” Billy yells.

Steve looks a little loopy now, and he smiles a little at Billy.

“I didnnnn’ die though.” He slurs.

“Yes, but you could have! That’s the whole point, Harrington, you could have died!!! Do you not understand that? You can’t keep doing this!” Billy yells. Steve sighs, and looks at the nurse, who is measuring his heart rate.

“He’s mad at me.” Steve whispers. The nurse chuckles.

“Yeah, he is.” They say.

“It’s ok though, he’s pretty cute when he’s all worked up. I’sss gonna marry him somedayyyyy, cause we’sss in love, ya know?” Steve says, brown eyes going liquid and wide. “He jusss’ don’t think I lovvve him, and he’s had a life you know? Do you know? And so I cannnnn’t tells him, cause he’d get scared.” Steve slurs. The nurse raises their eyebrows and turns to Billy who is just gaping at Steve.

“The meds hit some people really hard, and he’s had a long night. He probably isn’t aware of what he’s saying. I’d save your yelling for when he wakes up again.” The nurse smiles gently. “Steve, sugar, you sleep it off, alright? I’ll be back to check on you later.” The nurse grins and leaves. Billy continues to stare at Steve, who blinks sleepily.

“Come ‘ere. You’re so farrrr. Billllllly.” Steve pouts and lifts his hands. Billy walks over, still staring at him.

“Yous all red.” Steve mumbles, and continues to make grabby hands. Billy shakes his head and walks around the side of the bed, sitting on the side of it, and taking Steve’s hands.

“You said you loved me, so yeah I’m all red.” Billy says, feeling his face get even warmer.

“Who toldddd?!” Steve cries, looking scandalized. “Issss a secret!”

And Billy cracks up. Because only Steve could do this. He leans forward and presses his head to Steve’s, and takes a deep breath.

“Get some sleep Harrington, we can talk when you wake up.” Billy says.

“Mmmmkay, but you’re gonna stay, right? I donnnn’ wanna be alone.” Steve says petulantly. Billy laughs.

“I’ll be right here when you wake up, promise.” Billy says. Steve nods, and then promptly falls asleep.

Dr. Forest comes in to check in on Steve a little later, and hands Billy some Stephen King novel, saying he looked bored, and says she’ll call Joyce and Hop to update them.

Billy’s reading a few hours later, not looking at Steve, so he misses when the other wakes up.

“Oh god.” Steve moans from the bed. Billy drops the book and leaps up.

“What, do you hurt? Are you bleeding? What’s wrong?!” Billy asks, sitting on the edge of the bed and staring at Steve, who’s covered his face with his hands.

“Did I get high on pain meds, and tell a nurse we were gonna get married?” Steve whispers. Billy laughs a little.

“Yeah, you did.” Billy says, laughing a little.

“And… and did… uh did I say that I loved you but you didn’t know and I couldn’t tell you because you’d be scared?” Steve mutters.

“Uh… yeah you did. But don’t worry, I know it was the drugs.” Billy mutters. Steve sighs.

“I wasn’t lying. That really wasn’t how I wanted to tell you, but I mean it.” Steve whispers and parts his fingers to peer at Billy.

“Wait. What?” Billy mutters.

“You didn’t know? You’re smarter than me!” Steve says, and starts to sit up. He winces, and Billy leaps up to help him, fluffing the pillows behind him, and easing Steve back onto them.

“We’re friends.” Billy explains. “Right?”

“Billy, of course, you’re my best friend in the whole world. But I went and fell for you, and it’s obvious that you love me too. But Max told me that you’ve had so much in your past, and I figured we’d just figure it out eventually.” Steve mutters.

“I do love you.” Billy breathes.

“I know.  You sat in a hospital all night and then yelled at me. And you’re wearing my shirt, and your hair isn’t done. I know, Bills.” Steve says, and he reaches out to take Billy’s hands. “I’ve never doubted how you felt about me, I just thought you knew how I felt about you. I’m sorry, I never wanted you to doubt.”

“So, you just thought I was making you wait?” Billy mutters.

“I thought you weren’t ready. That it was just some unspoken thing, and you’d talk about it when you were ready.” Steve murmurs.

“You’re still an idiot Harrington, but I might be a bigger one.” Billy mutters.

“Don’t you say that Billy Hargrove!” Steve says, and leans forward as much as he can and pecks Billy’s lips. Billy chases him, and helps him ease down onto the pillows before kissing him again.

“OH! We can come back!” Someone yells from the doorway. Billy pulls away, but tips his head against Steve’s forehead.

“Come in Steve’s Favorite, I know you all want to see him too.” Billy says.

“My kids are here?!” Steve says, and turns to see them clustered around the doorway, shoving Billy aside slightly.

Billy moves, and Steve opens his arms. The kids all launch at him, hugging him tight, but gentle, mindful of his bandaged middle. Max turns and hugs Billy tight.

“About time.” She whispers. Billy chuckles.

“Did he yell?” Dustin asks.

“Oh yeah. There was a lot of yelling.” Steve says.

“But then he got high on pain meds and told me he loved me, so I stopped yelling.” Billy teases. Steve’s eyes sparkle.

“Yeah, but he loves me too so it works out.” The kids all make disgusted noises, but Billy’s just looking at Steve, and his big brown, very much alive eyes.

[darkmindsthinktwistedthoughts]

Enter the Kitsune - Prologue pt3

Warnings: Strong language

Masterlist

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Prologue part 3

After bolting out of the campsite I just kept running, glad of the fact I opted to keep my running shoes on. The noises of the men behind me faded and I began crunching my way through the edge of a tree line at a slower pace. Can’t exactly run through trees in the dark I’m more likely to smack into a tree trunk than escape anything. Panting to try to catch my breath I slowed enough to crouch down by a tree. The rough bark against my back through the silk kimono was strangely reassuring. If I had battery on my phone, I could have googled who the hell those guys were and might not be at such a disadvantage. Wait? Google? What the hell are you thinking Aerion its not like there is internet in this time period! Guess for the minute I’m safe from the madmen at least.

The sound of soft chiming of bells in the darkness was eerie. I could also make out the brittle scrunch sound of dry leaves under someone’s foot as they got closer. Please tell me they haven’t found me already. I dragged myself back up to standing fixing my eyes on where I thought the approaching noise was coming from, ready to run again if I had too.

“Young lady, what are you doing in the woods this late at night?” A man who looked like he had seen more than one-night living outside approached me with a smile. His skin was little weather-beaten, his black hair was a little dishevelled but it was hard to tell if it was how it was cut or if he had natural bedhead. The rich purple fabric and tarnished golden colour wrapped around him was faded with age in places. His clothes were a little different to the guys I’ve met so far. Guess he’s no samurai. He carried a walking stick that had metal links hanging on it. Those must have been what was chiming. The golden hoops glinted in the dark the closer he got. Hang on is he a Buddhist monk? “I am called Kennyo, and I am a travelling monk. Perhaps I can be of assistance to you?”

“Thank you, but I’m fine.” If I hadn’t already got my back pressed against the tree, I probably would have backed up more. His words seemed unthreatening and harmless but there was something in this guys aura that just made me cautious. Actually, the way his clothes hang and his height … he could easily match the shadowy figure I saw in the temple about to attack Nobunaga. As that thought drifted through my confused hurting mind Kennyo took a long stride towards me moving almost like the smoke I had escaped earlier, placing a hand on my shoulder.

“You should return home quickly. Demons lurk in the woods at night.” With his face closer and much clearer now I could not only see his bottomless coal black eyes but also a nasty looking scar that ran from his forehead to his left cheek in a crescent moon shape over the bridge of his nose.

“Thank you for worrying about me. I’ll do just that. Goodbye!” Something they don’t tell you about head injuries is that it’s a lot harder to keep your head when faced with strange creepy people that approach you. Pulling away from him as naturally as I could, I tried to hide that fear and my suspicions of him being an assassin. I dashed off deeper into the trees. No time to worry about randomly smacking into a tree in the dark I just need to get away from everything for a few minutes so I can attempt to come up with a plan. That being said where the hell am I even going? Not like there is any lighting or markers around here to tell me. I know I tested the theory earlier but I still really want this to be a very vivid dream. The branches on the trees got a bit lower and the leaves on them started to sting my face as I pushed through them. I ended up squeezing my eyes shut hoping to make it to a clearing soon.

“Watch it!” A man’s voice cried out. Huh? I felt a set of hands grab me so hard that the sudden forceful stop made my stomach lurch inside me.

“Wah-! What the hell?” Opening my eyes to see what had happened I ended up losing my footing a little. My stumble which had a domino effect with whoever had grabbed me causing us both to hit the deck with a thud.

“Ouch!”

“Crap Sorry… you ok?” I asked registering the fact that my impact on the ground had been cushioned. The red fabric and warmth I could feel against my body were enough to make me move to prevent causing further possible injuries.

“Whoa, are you crazy? Don’t move!” The man that was on the floor had scrambled to his feet quickly grabbing me from behind just in time to prevent me from taking a short walk off a very steep cliff. “That was close.”

“Thanks for saving me.” Still in his grasp, I managed to turn without him resisting me. I had no idea how close he was, my nose was practically squished into his. A pair of brown eyes looking into mine this close made my breath catch in the back of my throat. He was handsome enough and well-built. So, this is what my accidental, very unhappy crash mat looks like huh?

“Uh!” He must have realised the same thing as he snapped up to standing tall, my nose now meeting his chin instead of his nose. Obverting his eyes from me I noticed he was looking uncomfortable. It was difficult to tell in the bad lighting but he looked like he might also be blushing. Hehehe that’s kinda cute actually. If circumstances weren’t what they are something tells me I could have some fun teasing this guy. “I don’t need thanks. Just give me some space, will you!”

“Yeah. Sure thing.” I nodded and tried to move away only to have him grab hold of me once more. Hey! Come on make up your damn mind dude either you want space or you don’t.

“Not that way.” He sounded a little panicked behind the frustrated tone he had taken on.

“I was doing what you said and giving you space.” I was becoming tired with this game. I just escaped one guy who had no concept of personal space and free will and now seemed to be in the arms of another. Just my luck.

“Well, watch it. That rock is loose. Can’t you see that for yourself?” He pointed at the ground. I saw nothing, it was just a flat rocky surface with some dirt and tufts of grass on it. The way he made it sound it was like it was blatantly obvious to anyone who just took a glance at it that it was dangerous.

“Sorry but I don’t have predictive abilities when it comes to working out what rocks are about to do. Clearly, you have the advantage of me on that. I guess it might be something to do with DNA.” I snipped back at him. This guy is so thick headed it wouldn’t surprise me if he turned out to had rocks in his head. Actually, that is sort of mean, he just saved my life after all I should cut his lack of social skills some slack.

“DNA?” He was seriously confused as he repeated that word back to me. Note to self, some jokes just don’t historically translate.

“Ok look. I’m sorry alright. Sort of having a terrible night right now.” I apologised whilst sighing and tried to explain that tonight was not normal for me.

“Hey, I’m not mad at you, okay?” He spoke over me quickly attempting to make me feel better. You might change your mind on that if you had a clue what I just inferred with the rock thing. “Sorry for being kinda rough. Come on, I’ll help.” Smiling he offered me his hand. His display of awkward kindness was touching.

“Thank you.” I let him take my hand and walked us both away from the apparently obvious dangerous rock. There is something about this guy that makes me feel like he is somehow trustworthy. I can’t quite put my finger on it at the moment, maybe if I meet him again I might have a better idea.

“What’s this, Yuki? We’ve been here ten minutes and you’ve already found yourself a girl?” My head turned to look for the source of a new voice. Ok, who’s this now? Seriously I could walk to the corner shop back home and see hardly anyone. Accidentally time travel and suddenly I’m drowning in talkative people. Although if some of them managed to keep their mouths shut and hands to themselves, I would have no complaints with the general consensus that they are all attractive enough to be models. A red-headed man emerged from the edge of the forest that I had just run through. He was definitely taller than anyone else I had met tonight so far.

“Don’t tease me, Lord Shingen. She was about to dive off the cliff.” Yuki called back at the approaching man sounding a little like a child.

“Look I was running and didn’t know there was a cliff there. No need to make I sound like I’m a crazy person.” I complained directly to the man at my side.

“Yeah? You were running in the woods, at night, alone… sounds totally normal.”

“I was looking for a way back… Besides its more normal than reading rocks in the dark.” Whether he intended to bait me or not, Yuki’s sarcastic remark got a rise out of me.

“Hmm. Smoke from Honno-ji and a woman all alone at night. Perhaps you’re a ghost? Though you’re the most beautiful ghost I’ve ever seen.” Shingen joined us whilst we were bickering. I guess if you are that tall you develop some unnatural abilities with crossing large distances fast when walking. He had an alluring smile on his face. His broad shoulders and bare chest concealed just enough under his brown loosely fitted kimono which just added to his air of effortless sex appeal.

“I’m not a ghost.” As I ignored his compliment his eyes narrowed. A flirtatious look crossed his handsome face as he continued looking at me. Guess this one has the gift of the gab.

“Your ability to spew cheap pick-up lines never ceases to amaze me.” Exasperated judgement cast in an icy tone announced the arrival of yet another man. Oh, come on! Even when I am at work and getting sent to talk to models and help on shoots, I don’t get this. What do they do around here? plant “hot guy” seeds that only grow and come alive at night to talk to confused time travellers?

“I just call it like I see it, Kenshin.” The man called Kenshin was wrapped in a black cloak with a white fur collar. It was a striking sight even before you took in his pale blonde hair that framed his face drawing you into a set of beautifully mismatched eyes. Shingen had a presence but this Kenshin guy had a whole aura of his own.  

As we were all standing in a friendly if slightly uncomfortable gathering, I caught movement at the treeline. A silent shadow detached from the darker shades taking on a human shape.

“My lords, I’ve returned. Nobunaga’s forces have extinguished the fires at Honno-ji.” Whoever this was they were walking confidently towards us. Their movements were the same as everyone else except for the fact they were apparently able to absorb sound as they moved. The fabric was gathered around them in tight layers and the way the varying shades of dark blue and dark green blended with other colours on them it made for some very effective camouflage. There was a mask on half of his face like a balaclava and a pair of glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. Dark brown hair fell naturally in a style that most people would spend hours on in the morning, I get the feeling he just sort of wakes up with it. Life can be so cruel at times. No wonder I didn’t see a clear outline straight away.

“Thank you for your investigation, Sasuke. So, I presume Nobunaga is alive, then?” Kenshin’s enquiry supplies the name of the mysterious silent man.

“Yes.” Sasuke nodded once before returning to a silent statue. So, he was doing an investigation like a kind of spy. Ah no wait a minute if this is really the past and these are samurai, I guess that makes him a ninja maybe? One thing was certain the atmosphere with the news is not one of celebration.

“He’s got the devil’s luck.” Shingen huffed as he sat down on a large boulder.

“Or he’s the devil.” Yuki grumbled in agreement. The friendly atmosphere was certainly gone. The small group of men said nothing, exchanging silent glances with each other as they pondered their own thoughts. How can you make it feel like the air has all suddenly gotten heavy when you are outside? The ninja looked about the men present before suddenly looking at me.

“You—” He begins to say something before abruptly stopping himself. His eyes had widened a little after looking at me but now returned to normal behind his glasses.

“What about me now?” I thought I may as well ask after all he clearly wished to say something and given how he clammed up it wasn’t going to come out any quicker by waiting.

“We happened to run into her here. Do you know this woman?” Kenshin asked looking at me with more scrutiny than he had before.

“No. I was mistaken.” The ninja replied quickly. Of course, he doesn’t. How the hell would he? I’m not exactly a local. “Though I spotted a village on the way here. She must be from there. I’ll escort her home.” He… what?

“Moving quick, aren’t you, Sasuke? Give the rest of us a chance, will you?” Shingen had shed his earlier doom and gloom exterior and reverted to what I took to be his natural form of a giant friendly tease. His words had that friendly bounce to them as he spoke.

“Lord Shingen, please. You and the others should return to the city.” Excusing himself he takes my hand without a word and starts leading me back to the forest.

“Hey, hold up. You’re mistaken. I mean I’m not from here at all –” I protested as my hand was held in a deceptively strong grip and lightly tugged in front of me. Seriously? Has no one in the past heard of a little thing called respect?

“I know. I’ve been expecting you.”

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[vitaminhosh]

prince!seungcheol

anon requested: “prince cheol i will lvoe u forever”

pairing: seungcheol x reader

under the cut bc it’s ridiculously long

oH boy i am so ready for this au

one of the most charming and endearing princes out there??

there isn’t anyone one within a 100-mile radius that dislikes seungcheol like..... have you met him

and anyone who does kind of feel some sort of dislike towards him

they see him smile and oops

how did I not like him before?? he’s an angel??

he is genuinely hard working and kind hearted though, he works very hard to make the lives of his people better

when he was younger and wasn’t allowed to go out he would have to learn about the kingdom’s history and,, all the war and bloodshed absolutely broke his heart

he swore that when he was older he would never allow something like this to happen again

when he was finally allowed to go out and saw some of the people struggling to just make do, he was determined to make a change

nowadays he makes it his mission to go out and meet everybody and see how they’re doing as often as his busy schedule allows

he’ll have lunch in the town and chat with the people, anyone who saw from the outside wouldn’t even suspect that he was royalty and just think that it was a table of old friends

plus his absolute favorite meal of all time is in this small shop tucked away in one of the small streets in the heart of town, and it was,,, a burger

sure the food in the palace was obviously amazing with top chefs cooking there and all but,, nothing really beats the burger made in this small shop that people barely even knew about

we all know seungcheol will be a well-dressed prince 

like,, he won’t want to be super over the top in full on capes and stuff but,, he sure as hell isn’t just walking around town in sweatpants or something

he cares about his image okay

(even though everyone will swoon even if he were to go out in sweatpants and a hoodie)

everyone in his kingdom is basically in love with him

as are the people in neighboring kingdoms 

and far away kingdoms

the other princes are jealous

have you seen his smile though? it can cure diseases

he takes his responsibilities very seriously, but obviously, he’s still a young man who likes to have fun and gets bored too

he doesn’t like to sit still, so when he’s finished with all of his duties he’ll be off to go do something

even at odd times at the night, you can find him in a nearby kingdom trying to find this specific comic book or something

people don’t find it weird anymore

“oh look prince seungcheol is here again did you want more of these sweets?”

he’s often seen hanging out with the other princes when he can

the people die when they see their princes hanging out together

has public social media accounts but also secret personal ones

spams the group chat full of princes,, just because he can

ok enough background stuff onto you and cheol

you work in one of those small tucked away shops that prince seungcheol likes to frequent

however you’re not from this kingdom, and you only work the night shift so it’s not like you know a lot of people or much about this kingdom

you’re just taking this job to try and make some cash while you’re away from home traveling, you happened to choose to stay here indefinitely

you’re not entirely sure who this strangely good-looking man is who only comes in at 3am every week is but ?? business is business plus you’re not gonna judge,, it’s not like you’ve never had cravings for junk food in the middle of the night too

since it’s late at night cheol is dressed in very casual clothes so nothing really gives away the fact that he’s actually the goddamn prince of this kingdom

since he comes so often plus he just likes to get to know people he makes small talk while you gather up his stuff

after a couple of weeks, you soon become kinda like friends ?? it’s a weird circumstance but hell it’s 3am nobody’s really functioning well enough to question this

 you’re sitting at the counter on your phone when the bell on the door rings signalling another customer

you just know it’s him again cause,,, not many people would be here at this ungodly time of night so you don’t bother looking up

you stop scrolling through instagram when you hear tutting in front of you

“I should complain to your manager you know- I’d rate this customer service a 1/10″

seungcheol watched as you finally looked up and chuckled at him

“sorry old man..... how can I help you, your highness”

seungcheol froze- did you finally find out who he was?

the reason he was so interested in you was because you didn’t seem to know who he was, and treated him like a normal person

his mind was going 100 miles a minute until you suddenly snorted

“god imagine it,, you ?? a king ?? pfft”

he smirked once he realized he wasn’t busted

“what do you have against me being a king huh?”

“idk man what kinda king buys junk food like three times a week at 3am,, plus ur a dork”

“wow,,, is that all i am to you,,,,,, a dork,,,, im hurt”

you smack his arm before starting to scan the things he’s put down on the counter

“how do you eat all this and stay in shape... tell me your secrets”

“god given metabolism sorry sweaty you can’t buy this :-)”

you snorted once again as you begin to pack his things into a paper bag

“did god accidentally spill all the ego into you as well”

“well i mean to help god out i do go workout too feel free to join me if you’re not too unfit to keep up”

“uhhh excuse me who are you calling unfit..... give me a time and place and I’ll fight beat you in a race”

“fine when do you get off tomorrow I’ll walk you to the hill and see who can get to the top first”

and that’s how you ended up at the bottom of a hill at 5am with a man you’ve never seen outside the shop

“whoever wins gets treated to breakfast”

“wipe that smirk off your face seungcheol I’m not getting beat by you��

surprise surprise,,,,, you lost

unfortunately he was much faster than you thought he would be

you were both lying on the grass, panting from running up a sizable hill 

you punched his arm

seungcheol sat up, mouth open as he was about to whine when a voice came from the bottle of the hill

“your highness! there you are! you were supposed to return an hour ago you father will find out you’ve been out!”

seungcheol’s eyes widened before cursing under his breath

“I gotta go but you still owe me breakfast okay I’ll explain everything tonight ok bye !!”

you just sat there in shock as seungcheol dashed down the hill, even faster than before as the worker followed behind him

“y-your highness?”

you had flashbacks to seungcheol smirking when you laughed at the idea of him being king

you make your way back home, with a permanent blush on your cheeks and a million thoughts in your head

how could you not know that he was the prince?

oh god you’ve been smacking the prince for weeks when he makes a stupid dad joke

you can’t sleep that day and when you’re back in the shop you’re barely conscious

you’re too tired to even think about seungcheol saying he would explain tonight

when seungcheol comes in and makes his way over to the counter, he expects to find you on your phone again but instead sees you asleep on the counter

he smiles softly before grabbing an old receipt and a pen and writing a note

“sleeping on the job? strike two y/n. I really should complain to your manager, guess I was just too fast for you ;). I’ll be back tomorrow, get some rest. p.s. you might want to wash that hoodie, you drooled a little bit”

you woke up with a panic when your phone chimed at 5am, reminding you it was time to close up

oh god seungcheol was supposed to come

after you finally orientate yourself you notice the note on the table

after reading the note you flush red again

oh god you were asleep in front of the cute prince and d r o o l e d

you stumbled home after closing up and immediately went to sleep

later that day you rushed to the shop, almost late since you were so tired you slept through your alarm

as 2 am came around the bell on the door rang and you sat up straight

seungcheol didn’t usually come till around 3 so you assumed this was an actual customer

"I hope you washed that hoodie before coming back here tonight”

you looked down and noticed that you were in such a rush that you didn’t even change out of last night’s outfit

flushing pink, you quip back with a “so what if I didn’t huh”

seungcheol finally appears from around the shelf

“its a bit gross i gotta say”

“not as gross as you”

seungcheol looked at you with a soft smile on his face, trying to get the words in his head to form coherent sentences

“im sorry”

you looked at him with a blank face

“what for ?? i mean i know its kinda gross but like i was gonna be late for work and-”

“no, I’m sorry for not telling you”

you sat there with your mouth half open and closed it before looking down at your hands that were on the counter

“it’s okay”

he took your hands in his, making you look up

“it’s not, I shouldn’t have kept it from you. I’ve just never had someone treat me like everyone else and it was... refreshing. But you deserved to know, I was being selfish. I’m sorry”

you gave seungcheol a soft smile, giving his hands a soft pat as he looked down at his feet to try and get his attention

“seungcheol really, it’s fine. I understand why you did it, I’m not mad”

“I still feel bad, it wasn’t right. You should be mad”

“well I mean I am....”

seungcheol looked up, ready to apologize again

“but only cause you beat me in a race,,,,, outrageous”

you smack him again, trying to lighten the mood

“but a deal is a deal, and I still owe you breakfast”

seungcheol started giggling, and you swear your heart skipped a beat

“im trying to be serious here and all you care about is getting beat”

“cheol, i really don’t mind. plus, I’m a woman of my word, I can’t have you owe me, that’s ridiculous”

“I’m busy later, how about you just treat me to a late night snack here instead”

fast forward to a couple weeks later, and you’re back at that hill waiting for seungcheol to come so that he can introduce you to his prince friends as you have a couple of days off

you can actually hear them before you see them 

who’s even surprised at this point it’s seungcheol + 12 rowdy boys

“guys please don’t be embarrassin- oH hi y/n you’re early hahaha”

“hi I’m jeonghan are you cheol’s girlfrien-”

seungcheol shoved the guy out of the way before he could finish his sentence

“sorry,,, my friends are idiots”

you chuckled as seungcheol sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck, a light pink dusting his cheeks

“don’t worry, I like them”

“wE LIKE YOU TOO Y/N”

you giggled before heading over to the group of guys to go meet them properly

seungcheol stood still for a second, watching you introduce yourself to his friends a couple feet away

jeonghan came up to him, watching you with him

“when are you gonna ask her out, I thought you were going to the other day when you guys hung out at her place”

“she was tired so I let her sleep, some other time jeonghan”

they headed back to the group and you turned to them as you noticed the two join the circle

“cheol !! is it true that you tripped over a log and fell into the lake while trying to impress a girl when you were 6? i knew you were a dork but I didn’t think it was that bad”

“wHAT ARE YOU GUYS TELLING HER”

as the day began to end and everyone had to head back, seungcheol insisted on walking you back to your apartment

you had refused at first, but you were tired and it was late

when you got to your place you turned to seungcheol, about to thank him for walking you back when you saw him looking nervous

“cheol, are you okay? what’s wrong?”

“nothing,, I just,, y/n would you want- I mean- do you,, uh,,,, will you,, go out with me?”

you could barely hear him as he was mumbling but you just managed to catch his words

you put your hand on his cheek and pressed a quick kiss onto his other cheek

“of course seungcheol, it’d be an honor”

you smiled and said goodnight before heading inside

seungcheol stood there, frozen in shock as you had not only agreed but ???? you kissed his cheek ?????

you began to get ready for bed, a smile and a light blush on your face

you can’t believe you’re dating the biggest dork on the planet

seungcheol, on the other hand, was shouting at jeonghan down the phone; he practically skipping home

a/n: this is,,,,,, the longest thing ever im so sorry i got excited about this au

[alia-turin]

Fic Title: Take It and Run [cowboy au] Chapter: 4. Prison Cell Previous Chapters:  Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 |  Chapter 3 Rating: G (Warning: some swearing) Characters: Cor, Luche, Noctis, Glado, Ignis, Prompto, Tredd, Nyx, Luna, Ravus, Libertus, Crowe. Tagging: @birdsandivory @jojopitcher @lazarustrashpit @yourcoolfriendwithallthecandy @themissimmortal @kairakara101 @ladychocoberry @littlestfangirl @parjiljehavey

A note: So things will start picking up from now-ish. I had to add my OC Ada to the story, she doesn’t have much of a role and will just make a cameo here and there, I just needed some extra characters for extra drama. Also poor Nyx. 

“We need a fight.” Luche said as they were walking to the general store. “We need Nyx in a fight. Or something.”

“You will have better luck convincing Crowe to like men.” Tredd spat on the ground right in front of a well dressed man that was just passing. The man gave him angry look but as soon as he saw Tredd he decided it was better to walk away. “The man is not a saint he won’t just randomly jump someone.”

“If Nyx gets in a fight, the Marshal or the sheriff need to arrest him. Nyx stays in prison he has no idea his horse is missing.” Luche had another idea about Nyx, but that could wait. The horse was more important now. Part of him felt bad for using Nyx, they were friends after all and have been through a lot. Another part of him couldn’t stop thinking about getting his home back. “What happened with your rancher?”

“You wouldn’t believe it. So, I’m with this girl last night…” Tredd started.

“To the point I do not want to listen about your dick or any of her body parts. Or how she screamed your name.” Luche knew how that went and he had zero interest in it.

“You are terrible friend.” Tredd pretended to be offended but Luche knew better. “Anyway, I’m with this girl and turns out the night before she screwed the rancher’s son. Boy started talking with her, turns out daddy is out of town with half of his ranch hands. They have couple of guys on the property. Just him, his little sister and some servants.”

That sounded way too good to be truth, but he wasn’t going to complain about the sudden luck. Now they just needed the provisions and materials and they could do their thing. He still had to figure out how to get Nyx in jail.

The general store seemed a bit too crowded for is peace of mind. They were buying only supplies and ropes so no harm in that, right? Nobody would suspect anything. Luche realized he was getting too anxious about the whole thing. It wasn’t fear that they would be caught, of course that was a possibility, but if he were careful enough it wouldn’t happen. It was the thought of home and finally quitting this sort of life that was making him excited to level of anxiety. Once that was over, he could focus on things he really enjoyed. He was picking stuff from the shelves next to the door and passing them to Tredd as a soft voice with very familiar accent spoke next to him.

“Excuse me.” A redhaired girl was standing next to them trying to get to the door but they were blocking her path.

“Ma’am.” Tredd took his hat off as if her words were asking him to introduce himself.

Luche just stared. She was a petite thing, wearing expensive riding dress. He opened the door for her and held it, wanting to say or do something but at the same time he neither had time for that nor thought she would talk with him.

Tredd didn’t have that problem. He used the open door to just dash after her his spurs ringing with every step he made. Luche just gaped. Tredd caught up with the woman, moved in front of her and started talking. Luche couldn’t hear the words but could image something vulgar and not very profound coming out of his mouth. Whatever line he delivered was it ended with Tredd smiling with the corner of his lips. He knew that smile. Tredd was swearing by it saying every woman jumped in his bed after that, Luche would say it was about eighty percent success rate. The redhaired woman had her back towards Luche and he couldn’t say if she was talking or what was her expression at whatever Tredd said, but shortly after Tredd’s famous smile her hand lashed out and slapped him so hard his head turned to the side. Luche couldn’t hold his laugh and he was still laughing when Tredd walked in the store rubbing his cheek.

“What on earth did you tell her?” Luche was way too amused.

“Something about her riding dress and riding me…it works with most women.” He was still rubbing his cheek which had turned a bit red. “She might be in love with me.”

“Tredd, it works on the girls in the saloon. Did you see her? That dress wasn’t some cheap rag farm girls wear, and her boots were some fine leather too.” Luche had no idea how he managed to spot all these little details in such a short time.

“You are terribly observant.” Tredd said with his sulking voice obviously realizing his mistake. “Let’s make a bet. Whoever goes under her dress first owes the other hundred dollars.”

“I’m not betting with you over a woman.” Luche started grabbing the stuff they needed – ropes, horseshoes, crates, canned food. That was foolish. It wasn’t that he thought he could lose against Tredd. He just had other things to focus on. If he were to bet with him he had to figure out who she was, where she lived. He sighed. He was not thinking about that.

“You are scared you will lose.” Tredd taunted him.

“I’m scared I will break your heart.” His ego was killing him wanting to prove he was better, but he had more important things to do. Also, last thing he needed was Tredd to feel bitter over some girl.

“It takes more than a pretty girl in expensive dress to break my heart and you know it.” Tredd left all the stuff on the counter and waited for the shop keeper to pack them. “Come on it will be fun. There isn’t much to do around anyway and we will be here for a bit.”  

Luche just shook his head finding it pointless to argue. Tredd could be like a little child once he figured something could be ‘fun’.

As they walked out Tredd elbowed him hard in the ribs almost making Luche drop all the things he was carrying. He was about to kick the other man as he saw his hand pointing somewhere left of them.

“We should include him in the bet.” Tredd was pointing to the Marshal who right now was holding the horse of that exact same woman they had seen. Luche thought for a moment and realized that he did mind betting against Tredd, but he had no restrains in embarrassing the Marshal. No. He had other things to worry about.  

 Gladio was sitting in the corner table with Cor observing the saloon. He couldn’t stand the idea that one or more of the guys drinking here and laughing could be responsible for his father’s death. If he could have it his way they all would be arrested and interrogated, but that wasn’t possible. Cor was right, whoever they were looking for might not even be here. In fact, they might be smart enough never to turn up here again. Gladio hoped that wasn’t the case. He hoped they were stupid enough to show up again and do something even more stupid than shoot the sheriff or the mayor. Although, if they try to shoot the mayor now, Gladio was personally going to load the gun for them and shake their hand at the end.

“This guy has a gun.” Cor pointed to a man playing poker on one of the tables. Those were the guys that arrived yesterday and had given all their guns according to Noct. Gladio tried to see what Cor was seeing but he failed.

“I don’t see it.” Gladio had to eventually admit.

“You see his coat hanging on the chair?” Cor pointed with his glass. “The left side is hanging straight down, there is something heavy in his pocket. If you look carefully you can see the shape of a gun.”

Gladio followed where Cor was pointing, and damn, the Marshal was right. He could see the coat hanging in a weird way and the shape of a gun in the inner pocket.

“Excuse me.” Gladio got up and started walking like a drunk man towards their table. He made sure to make a good enough show out of it so everyone would buy into his drunkenness. “Hey fellas, do you have a seat for another player.” He placed one hand on the shoulders of the man with the gun and another on the guy sitting next to him. “Every other table seems busy…” Gladio pretended to lose his balance, his hand slid down from the man’s back and ‘accidentally’ pushed the coat on the ground. The fabric muffed the thud sound produced by a heavy piece of metal, but it didn’t silence it completely.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, one too many drinks.” Gladio smiled innocently. He leaned forward to grab the coat and pretended to pat it from some sort of invisible dust. “Oh, what’s that?” His hand found the inner pocket and pulled the gun out of it. Everyone on the table went completely silent. Cor had joined them, placing a hand on the man’s shoulder.

“It would be better if we do that in a calm manner.” Cor said, his voce was low, but threatening. His free hand was already resting on his own revolver.

“That’s not mine.” To the man’s credit he wasn’t freaking out or trying to be aggressive, Gladio could respect that. Better to lie calmly than doing it while screaming.

The whole saloon was silent everybody’s eyes fixed on the Marshal and his deputy. Of course, as low key as Gladio was trying to be, everyone would stop and look in a situation like that.

“Is that your coat?” Gladio asked, still holding the duster.

“Yes, but the gun isn’t mine.” The man insisted.

“Come on. Don’t make it ugly. We just want to chat.” Gladio pushed the man gently in Cor’s direction.

“Nyx…” one of the guys on the table started, but the man they were just about to arrest just shook his head.

“Okay, Marshal, I’m coming.” The man called Nyx got up and followed Cor, Gladio was walking behind them.

To his credit the man walked calmly and as soon as they were out Gladio could hear the saloon returning to the usual mixture of shouting and music. Probably half of the people inside wouldn’t remember what happened if they were drinking Cid’s poison.

“The gun is not mine.” The man protested as Cor pushed him in the cell in the marshal’s office.

“You can keep him company.” The Marshal told Gladio. “I will take a ride around town to make sure everything is calm.”

Gladio waited for Cor to walk out and then pulled his chair so it would face the prisoner. He placed his feet on the desk, his heavy boots making a loud noise.

“So not your gun, huh?” Gladio stared, as he was playing the revolver they had taken from the man’s pocket. “What’s your name again?”

“Nyx Ulric.” The man was holding the bars firmly as if trying to test how string they were. “You cannot hold me here forever and it’s not my gun, someone put it there.”

“And who is that someone?” in Gladio’s experience it was always someone else who did it. Once he and Cor caught a horse thief, on the horse he has stolen, while running from the ranch he stole it from and the man said it was someone else who stole the horse.

“I don’t know.” The man was angry and Gladio was happy to see that. His old man used to say angry men do stupid things.

“Well, Nyx Ulric, you are in luck.” Gladio grabbed his hat from the desk and placed it on his face. “Owning a gun is not a federal crime, so neither me nor the marshal can do anything about it. It’s the sheriff’s business.”

“Then bring the sheriff.” The man almost shouted at him and Gladio enjoyed that.

“It’s in the middle of the night. I’m not going to wake up the sheriff or interrupt whatever he might be doing. I will fetch him in the morning.” Gladio was smiling under the hat.

“Are you fucking kidding me? I have work to do in the morning.” Nyx kicked the cell’s bars and stared walking in circle.

“You better hope your buddies can do that work without you then. You know how it is. Small town, middle of nowhere. We are not in a hurry.” Gladio was still smiling under his hat. That was way too amusing.

 Tredd was sitting on his horse and watched from around the corner as Nyx got arrested. It was giving him so much pleasure knowing the man would spend the night in prison. He didn’t hate Nyx Ulric, but his self-righteousness was certainly pissing him off.

“You are a genius.” He told Luche. He knew the man was smart, but he didn’t imagine he could pull something like that. “How did you know they would arrest him? I would have never spotted the gun.”

“While you were busy drinking with Axis during the day, did my research.” Luche sounded very pleased with himself and Tredd was going to give him that one because it was truly brilliant. “Turns out our Marshal here is something of a prodigy. Faked his own age to join the military, once he was out he became lawman. He was given this territory and picked Insomnia as his base because he knew the then sheriff and mayor. He is a straight arrow, but smart one. He has a record on catching local bandits and keeping the peace not just in town but the whole area. There is also a story that he has been shot ten times and he is still alive. Couldn’t find out, however it was ten times in one shooting or over a period of time.”

“Ten times?” Tredd found that had to believe. In his whole life he had been shot twice, neither of them fatal, but both times he thought he was dying.

“They call him the Immortal for that. Anyway, I figured a man like him doesn’t survive that long just relying on luck. He certainly has other skills like observation.” Luche had a smile on his lips. Tredd knew that smile, he has seen it every time Luche won while playing cards. “Figured out a well-placed gun, would be noticed.”

“You are a genius.” Tredd said before pulling the bandanna over his mouth.

“Let’s still us some horses.” Luche pulled his bandanna as well and tipped his hat so it would cover most of his face.

[wanna1studio]

REQUESTED: our times // ong seongwoo // part 2

genre: fluff // angst

ficstyle: bulletpoints // LONG // PART 1 HERE

summary: “ ong seongwoo as your prank mate “ was inspired by the Taiwanese movie “OUR TIMES” just with my own twist

note: since this is inspired by the film also pulled quotes from the film; prepare for a part 3 will be about the future

regardless of Daniel’s and Somi’s attempt, you and Seongwoo both made your way to the dean’s office

“now I know that y/n is a good student, so she’s here as a witness”

you were both confused at the dean’s words

“if I catch you violating the school’s rules one more time, you will most definitely be expelled, I’ll be seeing you soon then. I don’t think you would last long anyways. Once a bad kid always a bad kid”

you dropped your jaw and tried to defend for Seongwoo

Seongwoo squeezed your wrist and kept a straight face 

“yes sir”

you both walked out of the office

“BUT YOU DIDN-”

“I’m sorry I dragged you into this, SO LET’S STUDY FOR THE LAST EXAMS OF THE TERM”

he puts you in a headlock and walk into the courtyard

Somi runs up to Seongwoo 

“Seongwoo, are you okay? What happened?”

she genuinely seemed worried for him, you wanted them to have their moment

you slipped from Seongwoo’s hold and walked away

you were happy for him but you felt kind of empty inside

someone grasped your arm

you were hoping that it was Seongwoo

“y/n are you alright?”

it was Daniel

“oh. I’m fine, thanks” you turned to walk away but Daniel ran in front of you

“so um.. a.. a couple of friends are going to a camping trip this weekend before the exam, do you want to come? Somi is inviting Seongwoo”

“I’ll go then” you smiled

Seongwoo looked over and saw you smiling at Daniel

she’s finally scored huh, Seongwoo thought

throughout the whole week, you spent more time with Daniel and Seongwoo spent more time with Somi

it was a new but sad experience, you felt like you lost your best friend

that Friday, you found a note in your locker

“Meet me later today at that bookstore we went to.And bring your school stuff. From the most handsomest, goober, Seongwoo” 

he also included a photo card of BTS; he’s always wrote notes and gave you a little something for your scrapbook/diary because you didn’t have a phone

you were glad that Seongwoo didn’t lose touch in the friendship

since it was a Friday, you decided to dress up; you sported a white balloon-sleeved blouse tucked into a pair of red high-waisted plaid shorts and you went for your black thigh-high boots

you didn’t know anything about makeup, so you asked your mom if you could wear her pinky-nude lipstick

Seongwoo was leaning up against the window of the bookstore, he was looking into the reflection to see if you came or not

he didn’t know why he was so nervous

“Seongwoo!” you called out

he pretended that he didn’t see you coming, it was hard though

when he saw you in the frames of the reflection of the windows, he was breathtaken

you looked so beautiful it made him sad.. knowing that the only guy that was in your eyes was Daniel

“Ah, you came? Alright let’s so study for a bit at the cafe across the street”

you nodded and walked beside him

you both were so awkward

Seongwoo tried to not be obvious by look out into the streets

he heard a car zoom from behind you guys

so he grabbed you and guided you onto the safe side of the sidewalk

it made your heart flutter

he released you and nervously wiped his hands on his pants

“idiot, watch the road!”

“EXCUSE M-”

he started to laugh

“what are we doing, we’ve been friends for a while now, why is it so awkward?”

you laughed in agreement 

he opened the door for you into the cafe and you both sat down

“I’ll be back with the drinks okay?” you scurried off to get you both something to drink

at the corner of your eye, you saw Somi walk in with her friend

she said something to Seongwoo when he responded she just walked away

you walked back to the table,”hey what did sh-”

SPLASH

one of the milkshakes fell on you as you accidentally ran into the corner of the table

Seongwoo got up and started laughing 

“HAHAHA WHAT A DORK!”

you felt so embarrassed and started cleaning it off of you as a worker came to clean up the remaining mess

Seongwoo handed you his sweater

“change into this, you don’t wanna wear milkshake on you. we’ve already clarified that no man will come to your yard”

you glared at him as you took his hoodie

“hate you”

“love you too”

you never knew what was said between Seongwoo and Somi

that night, he took you out to an abandoned roller skating park and you two spend hours on getting you to learn roller skating

that night, was filled with nothing but happiness you’d never thought you’d experience

THE NEXT MORNING

all the guys had motorcycles to get to the destination

since it was only a night, you guys didn’t have to pack much

“okay guys lets line up the keys and have the girls pick them so we can split up who goes with who”

Ai paired up with Jihoon; Mina paired up with GuanLin

to create suspense, you and Somi raced for what key you guys wanted

once you grabbed a pair of keys, you felt someone back hug you and lifted you up from behind

“OOOHHH Y/N CHOSE DANIEL!”

your eyes went straight to Seongwoo, you felt kind of sad but happy that he got to be with Somi

Seongwoo saw how much care and effort Daniel tried to help you with your helmet, he reached for your arms and wrapped them around himself

Seongwoo couldn’t bare to see anymore of it, he did the same with Somi

you looked over and saw how good they looked together; you saw Somi lay her head on Seongwoo

when you all got to the campsite, you guys split into groups and played games

boy was it nice to get all this stress off of you

you took a stroll with Seongwoo and sat on the edge of a log

both of you guys just took a second to look at the stars

“what was your first impression of me y/n?”

“I… think… you’re tall… and cute… and if I look closely… you even look a bit like a combination of members from BTS..”

“HAHAH you’re too funny, y/n-ah”

“just asking do you think I compare to Somi?”

he took a moment to think about it

“I think your personality is better and if you look closely, she isn’t that much more prettier than you.”

you blushed, thank God it was night out or he’d make fun of you

“can you make me a promise Seongwoo?”

he replied with a smile

you looked at him for a while and looked back at the stars

“ If we end up going to different universities, can you promise me? That you’ll continue to study hard and graduate. That you will never get into a fight. That you’ll never worry people who care about you.“

“I promise”

Somi called for you, it seemed like the girls were doing something together

you said good bye to Seongwoo and dashed off

Daniel came out of the shadows and sat by Seongwoo

“how long has it been since we last talked?”

“a while..”

there was a long silence

“Daniel you like y/n right? Well I do too.”

Daniel was shocked, he was about to say something but Seongwoo cut him off

“I’m leaving soon. But don’t tell y/n, I’m only leaving because of my injury that I got the day I met her. I don’t want her to think that it’s her fault. That cursed letter that she passed onto me was nothing but a letter. I’d like to think that it gave me good luck.”

He smiled up to the stars

“In the beginning, I thought whoever believed in chain letters was either and idiot or an idiot. But later I realized that she’s simply a very kind person. That’s why I wanted to know her. I thought chasing girls was that simple. Later I realized if you really like someone, you might not even notice it. I was actually super nervous that day. I have to thank that car. The moment I held her in my arm, I realized that I never knew my heart… can beat so fast. I didn’t want her to misunderstand. But somehow, at the end of the day, she didn’t seem happy. When you like someone and see her walk to someone she likes, you’d suddenly realize that you treat her badly just because you want to get a bit closer to her. You’ll keep every word she said in mind. I didn’t know that when I’m in love, I actually have no courage to tell her. On that night, I made a wish upon a shooting star. I wish I was also in her wish. Even if I know it’s someone else who could make her happy.”

Seongwoo looked at Daniel

“She loves milkshakes and roller skating. She never watches where she’s going, so please watch out for her. She likes Studio Ghibli movies and.. she really likes you a lot”

it hurt Seongwoo so much to say that

Daniel smiled, “I’ll take good care of her”

after that weekend, Seongwoo kind of avoided you and you spent more time with Daniel

you felt this emptiness inside, something that couldn’t be filled easily

the day before the exams, you wanted to talk to Seongwoo so you asked around if anyone saw him

rushing to the rooftop you saw Seongwoo

“ah! Here you ar-”

“Seongwoo?”

you saw Somi walk up to Seongwoo

damn. you were too late..

you wanted to confess to Seongwoo, how all this time, you were grateful to him and over time you fell in love with him and how he made you so happy just by smiling at you

“i-i’m sorry..”

it started to rain how cliche 

you ran off and before Seongwoo could say anything you fell, hard, onto the ground

Seongwoo came into your peripheral view

“I’M FINE. DON’T WORRY ABOUT ME”

you got up with your bloody knees and ran down the stairs

you cried, not from falling onto the ground and injuring yourself, but from falling in love with someone who already fell in love with someone else

Daniel saw you and immediately carried you to the infirmary and cleaned your wounds

you didn’t say anything the whole time as he rambled on and on about something

you thanked him and dazed off

tomorrow was your birthday and also the day of your exams

you walked to school to see the Dean walk away from Seongwoo

Seongwoo was badly beaten; it hurt you so bad to see him like that

your eyes welled up with tears

“HOW COULD YOU BREAK OUR PROMISE, YOU’D SAID YOU WOULDN’T GET INTO FIGHTS ANYMORE. I HATE PEOPLE WHO BREAK PROMISES I HATE YOU”

you ran off crying

stupid stupid stupid

what made you think that he would lie to you AND on your birthday

you skipped school that day; Seongwoo would try to get a hold of you via payphone since you only had a house phone

you didn’t want to hear his voice

but you wished you did

Seongwoo stayed out late at night to ask the store owner of the bookstore if he could buy the Jimin standee 

along with a bag of knick-knacks, he came across another school’s group of delinquents

“we heard that the famous Ong is tamed now? that’s bull. pretty sure you’d swing at us if you have to right?”

Seongwoo kept his promise and took in all the hits, while protecting your Jimin standee 

badly wounded, he limped to the abandoned roller skating park and left your gifts near a roofed area where he remember you sat after falling one too many times

he chuckled and limped home

without getting in contact with Seongwoo, you went to the park to get your mind off of things

when you got there, you saw the standee and gifts

you wondered who left these here??

you looked into the bag and saw an old cassette tape with earphones

you plugged them in and listened 

“Happy birthday to you~ Happy birthday to you~ You look like a monkey~ AND SMELL LIKE ONE TOO!!! HAHA! Happy birthday y/n~ Surprised aren’t you? I bet you’ll be mad at me.. since it looked like I got into a fight.. But I couldn’t let your precious Jiminnie get hurt. It’s okay though!! I felt like it would be better to say this through a recording since I won’t be here in person to tell you”

at this point you were confused

“I’m probably at the airport right now. I don’t know where I am going and when I’ll be back. But I don’t want you to forget me. I know I won’t forget you. Oh! How could one ever forget you? Y/n,  although you’re short and stupid. And you even like someone else. Even so, I still like you a lot. Y/n, if you already listened the whole tape, just look up at the sky. Then I will know I’m looking at the same starry sky as the girl I like. I love you.”

you ran to the airport since the park was next to it 

you didn’t know where you were going but you just wanted to see Seongwoo one last time

you didn’t want the last words he heard to be I HATE YOU

you didn’t want him to leave

“Gate 10A; those are boarding Gate 10A will be leaving as of right now”

just hoping that it was his gate, you ran towards Gate 10A

when you did, you disregarded another gate boarding up to leave

and you ran past Seongwoo

and Seongwoo didn’t see you

he was right there and then he was gone 

TO BE CONTINUED

[footbaliimagines]

to be loved and to be in love (a whoever-you-want-it-to-be imagine)

I don’t think anyone understands how badly I want to love and to be loved. It’s all I think about.

(inspired by the above post that I saw reblogged onto my dash a few times. the title is taken from 18 by one direction)

(p.s. this could really be about anyone, not necessarily just a footballer because nothing is too specific. i kind of just wrote this during a lunch break so please excuse any mistakes or bits that don’t add up haha)

(p.p.s. my exams are finished in 3 weeks tomorrow so that’s when you’ll next see some writing!! I love love love receiving all requests so please carry on sending me them!!!!)

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 You used to lie in bed and think about what it might be like to share your sheets with someone else.

How it might feel to have someone to come home to, to kiss, to dance with, to share your days and equally, your nights with, to text constantly throughout the day.

You never thought that you’d be one of those girls, as you used to sneer.

You never thought you’d pine so desperately for someone to love you and equally, to love someone back, because you were independent, focused on your work, encircled by so many brilliant friends, men and women alike, that your romantic endeavours had seemingly been on the backburner ever since, well, forever.

It wasn’t like you didn’t meet guys.

(Or take them home afterwards.)

But your standards were impeccably high, and you would always find a fault with every guy that wanted to take things a step further, or asked you for a second date. Your friends called you picky, but you insisted it was just that you were focused and busy and knew precisely what you were looking for.

(Sure.)

And for the most part, it was fine, 100% a-okay, because it meant that you avoided the pain and the heartbreak, and steered clear of boys with little more on their mind than vodka and fucking the next girl they saw. The amount of times that your friends had approached you with horror stories of dates leaving the next morning without saying goodbye, or they had come to your door in tears because of a guy fucking them over you up entirely.

And you understood, to some extent, because you weren’t Bridget Jones, or Meg Ryan in some 1980s-romantic comedy, and you weren’t going to be swept off your feet at the top of the Empire State Building, whisked down the canals of Venice or taken on a helicopter ride across the Champs-Elysees.

You were just you.

Normal, hardworking, average you.

The feeling gradually got worse as you progressed through your 20s, you found. It wasn’t so much that you were lonely, because you were never short of wonderful people in your life or plans for the weekend, it was more that watching your friends fall in love, get engaged, meet guys, meet future in-laws, made you feel like a bit of an outsider.

You were the funny, perpetually single, serial-one-night-stand friend, the comic relief to your friends’ relationship woes, unable to relate to how they felt coming home after a date with a guy they swear could marry right there and then.

You just want to love and to give your all.

You just want to be loved and feel confident in knowing that somewhere on the planet there's someone who feels the same about you as you do them.

You want to meet him.

(And eventually, finally, you do.)

You meet him at a bar, on a Saturday night in June.

The night unfolds in an all-too familiar way– the friends you came with have all either spent the better part of the last hour talking to a cute guy that approached them by the bartender, and you’ve politely turned down the last 2 guys to approach you and ask for the same.

(One had a wandering hand which definitely did not belong curled around your waist before you’d even exchanged names, and the other started off your conversation with a crude, probably misogynist comment about your arse that made you throw up a bit in your mouth.)

(Jesus, if turning down men like that made you picky then you would gladly accept the prize of being the pickiest woman alive.)

It was a bizarre, contradictory paradox that you found yourself in. Wanting to meet a guy and fall hopelessly, ridiculously, head over heels in love, but simultaneously rejecting the vast majority of those coming over and saying hello. It was probably because you’d spent too much time constructing the idea of your perfect man in your head.

He would be tall, handsome and funny, but not overly brash or eager to become the centre of attention, more so witty and quick to make dry, sarcastic comments at lightning speed. He’d be empathetic, care about his family, and his friends and just about everything else, the environment, the state of the current world, the need to do more and say more and help those in need. And he would be nervous, or just a bit shy, because cockiness was a turnoff like nothing else in your eyes, and able to sweep you off your feet with words but not feeling the need to make exaggerated, cheesy, vomit-inducing romantic gestures. He would be driven and able to motivate you as well, but not so career-focused that he would be willing to step on everyone else to get to the top, or so competitive that everything was a game with the ultimate aim of getting 1 up on you.

(It was idealistic, sure.)

(But wasn’t being that the very essence of romance in the first place?)

“I don’t mean to seem like a stalker, but you’ve drank four of those funny-coloured cocktails in the space of about 20 minutes, and I was wondering if maybe you needed to talk?” A deep voice chuckles over your shoulder, soft and light over the jazz music playing in the background.

You roll your eyes, as if by instinct, and shrug your shoulders. “They’re non-alcoholic, but I appreciate the observation.” You remark.

“Ah.” He nods, and you look at him properly.

He’s fiddling with the bottom of his shirt, holding a glass of coke in his other hand and looking at you intently. He’s tall and well-built, with broad shoulders stretching the material of his white shirt and there’s a hint of stubble casting a shadow on his jawline. When he looks at you directly, you’re pretty sure everything else in the room save his smile and the pleasant flickering of the ambient lighting disappears.

It’s romantic and fuzzy and dream-like, and it must be too good to be true.

Surely.

(Right?)

You attempt a smile, but it’s probably more like a grimace at this point, and he returns it, a light pink washing over his cheeks. “Can I sit?”

“I don’t own the bar.”

His face falls at your comment and he frowns ever so slightly, but he attempts a smile once more and takes a seat on the stool furthest to your right, leaving a seat empty in between. You can’t help but smile. Was your resting bitch face and default hostile tone really that intimidating?

“I’m sorry.” You pipe up.

“For?”

“For being an arse.”

He laughs. “If that’s being an arse to you, then you must be a bloody nice person.”

His eyes crinkle at the corners when he laughs, and you can’t fight the grin on your lips. “I’m not usually this moody.” You muse. “When you’ve been ditched by all your friends, it’s kind of a given, though.”

“Ditched?”

“They’re here, somewhere.” You spin on your stool and turn away from the bar, scanning the vicinity, glancing across the tables and the makeshift dance floor in the middle. “There's Emma, with that guy in the corner. Megan’s on the dance floor over on that side and that’s- wait, no, that's Hannah getting off with that middle-aged guy by the smoking area.”

“Does this happen often?”

“What, me being left by myself while my friends go off and get with random guys?”

He nods.

“Happens more times that I’d like to admit.” You laugh, slightly resentful at how bitter you sound, and sip at your straw until only slush is left at the bottom of your glass.

“I’m not sure how.” He speaks up, after a moment of lulled silence. “You’re, well- you’re…” He trails off and is unable to meet your eyes.

You desperately try to meet his gaze, subconsciously tightening your grip on your glass and mentally willing him to talk. Raising an eyebrow, you drill your gaze into him further, prompting him to say something.

(Say something.)

(Speak before I throw my glass at your beautiful head, you think.)

“You’re beautiful, is what I’m trying to say.” He eventually stutters out.

This time, it’s your turn to blush.

“God, I’m sorry.” He groans before letting out a nervous laugh and pushing his stool back to stand up. “Right. I’ll be off. I’m sorry Have a nice night.”

“You don’t have to leave.”

“Are you sure?”

“100%.”

And he sits down again, clumsily introduces himself and reaches to shake your hand only to knock over your glass and accidentally grope your chest when reaching over to apologise.

He asks for your name, and then your favourite vegetable and if you’re a cat or a dog person. He’s a footballer, just turned 28 and in the prime of his career, a committed Netflix-binger who loves his dog more than just about anyone or anything, recycles absolutely everything and has been committed to improving and bettering himself since the day he decided that kicking around a ball was what he do everyday.

(Driven, empathetic, funny, caring, dedicated)

(Pretty much a full house.)

He laughs when you tell him you’re perpetually single because you can’t quite seem to find the guy who makes it all click for you, because he’s the complete same, in love with the idea of love and being in love, wanting to find that one great person to spend the rest of his life with and stay with until his end of days.

(And a very, very happy six months later you discover that apparently, it’s you.)

(Who’d have thought?)

[b-listbadboy]

Responding to negative criticism (A better way)

http://alexlayer.tumblr.com/post/156713684692/httpsb-listbadboytumblrcompost156712441719m

[I wanna start this off by saying that I personally apologize to @dashingicecream. Even though I hate the way she handled a very simple situation, that does not excuse me for going about responding to it like I did. In my eyes, she is still wrong for what she did and I personally would like for her to apologize to @botmj. But I’m just as bad for acting like a bit of a dick in my “Message to Dash” post. And for that, I regret my ignorant tone.

I hope she can forgive me for being overly aggressive. And if she does decide to block and ignore me, then I completely understand and respect her decision.]

However, I’m gonna have to disagree with you @alexlayer. And that’s not to say that you don’t bring up some good points, cause you do. But, I still have to disagree with you.

Why don’t we go through what you responded, piece by piece, to see exactly what I do and don’t agree with you on.

1. “What do you think she meant when she spoke about people thinking themselves “super edgy and unique” when shipping Straight Ships? There are actual shippers out there that think they can capitalize in the underdog reputation that the LGBT community has earned. You know, the admirable endurance to subsist over the years under discrimination, unrecognized rights and marginalization just because of their sexuality, sexual identity, lack thereof of either or both, or any combination of those. Those are real trials that these people have endured, and now some shippers act like they’re just the same because they’re the “underdog” in shipping straight ships in fandoms where LGBT ships are predominant, and act like they’re edgy or rebelliously defiant because of it.”

Right off the bat, there seems to be some confusion. Lets clear this up. I don’t have a problem with her saying that people are stupid for thinking they’re edgy and cool just by shipping straight couples in a, quote, “LGBT Predominate” series. Even though that probably might not the case for some who do ship straight ships.

I have a problem with her labeling all straight people in an ignorant way, and then immediately dismissing any criticism for it. I’d probably never would have said anything if she had responded to @sjelenkain and @botmj comments in a well mannered way. But, she didn’t. She instead makes a big deal out of it just to hype herself up by posting these really unnecessary follow ups. Saying things like, “If you don’t like it! then block me! You wont be missed! I never claimed myself to be perfect!” Only after she immediately blocked @sjelenkain for commenting. Not even letting him have the choice to unfollow and block her. Sorry to say, but that kinda attitude honestly seems pretty childish to me.

Dash didn’t have to agree with what they said at all. And she fully has the right to block whoever she wants. But she can’t then complain about getting criticism after posting something divisive to a specific group of people. And afterwards be extremely rude to an ask that was only trying to find a middle ground between the two. That’s not how you should go about people giving you their opinion. No matter how much you don’t agree. Cause meeting negative actions with negative re-actions is never gonna get anyone anywhere close to finding a proper solution. (Something that I wish our current US president would realize.)

And again, I’m just as much of a hypocrite for doing the exact same thing. But, look at what I’m doing right now. I’m admitting my faults and taking full responsibility for my words. If I, a smaller sized blog, am willing to accept my actions and apologize for it, why can’t she?

Regardless, let’s move on.

2.  And if that sounds ridiculous, it’s because IT FUCKING IS and Dash was just COMMENTING on it. Offhandedly and sarcastically, maybe, but she didn’t even through any insults or any of the sort. But of course, some entitled fucktoy went and got offended, as if a comment like that was the same as the government denying you the rights to love your loved ones, or wanting to pass a law that makes it legal for you to get electrocuted in order to “correct” your sexuality, and so one threw the first stone, and since the first one had been thrown, others followed suit, with you – @b-listbadboy – now throwing the biggest one because hey, now it’s cool to pick on her, huh?

You’re not necessarily wrong here. I did come off as a bit of a hateful “fucktoy” in my message and I, again, apologize for that. I let what was happening to me in my personal life influence how I think and write when seeing what Dash was doing. For that I am completely at fault. Even with the personal b/s that was going on with me IRL, its still no excuse for me to take it out on someone else entirely.

However lets talk about this whole “The Straights” thing that Dash said.

I know it was meant as a off handed sarcastic joke. But Just because Dash meant it to be a joke and wasn’t necessarily bashing anyone, doesn’t mean its OK to just ignore it and love her unconditionally. Saying that label, In my personal opinion, is a perfect way to accidentally cause a rift in your followers. Those who are “The Straights”, and those who aren’t. It gives off the impression that people who are straight or ship straight aren’t welcomed to her blog.

And I know she most likely didn’t intend for that, because she herself ships straight couples in a “LGBT Predominate” series. It was Sunflowyr (Yang x Ren) before, now its Strawberry Banana (Sun x Ruby).

You can joke about literally anything, as long as you make it clear that its all meant to be a joke and its only purpose was for fun. That’s what I believe Dash failed to do. If she did, there would literally be no need to overreact on @sjelenkain critique. Speaking of which…

3. And for the record, calling a person childish is NOT “genuine criticism”, and none of that people made Dash who she is today. She’s who she is thanks to her inspired art and her relentless will to draw what she likes, not because of someone adding +1 to her followers or count of likes. And she’s all the more amazing for enduring and sticking to her guns when even fellow LGBT shippers want her to stop drawing her OTP and instead switching to the more popular ships like White Rose and Bumblebee. Fuck it all, she’s already got more than enough shit to deal by herself like to have now people trying to act like she’s this toxic influence in the fandom. All of you are nothing but entitled bullies that need to shut their mouths and pick something better to do with their time to pick on the first person they come across to pick at and act like you’re delivering righteous justice, when all you’re doing is being a bunch of entitled assholes.

Sorry, but I have to strongly disagree….and agree as well? Let me explain.

His comment, while not being the best crafted or even the exact words I would’ve chosen, is legitimate criticism. Negative criticism, but still criticism none the less. I understand how she felt hurt by his comments, and I’m not blaming her for feeling that way. What I am blaming her for is claiming that he needs to unfollow her when she blocked him and took away his choice to even consider doing so. That, I believe is very hypocritical of her. But, I do get why and its not completely her fault.

And as for her sticking to her guns by not giving in to the hordes of demands by White Rose and Bumblebee shippers….yeah you’re absolutely right. Dash is commendable for enduring that kind of overbearing bullcrap that I often do see in the FNDM. I should know, shipping a rarepair like Knightshade (Jaune x Blake) can come with some backlash.

Something else I kinda agree and also don’t agree with you on is that the followers “made” Dash. Now, admittedly, I really could’ve used a better way of phrasing it. So instead of saying that the followers “made” her, lets say they “brought her up”.

I am almost 100% positive that Dash wouldn’t be doing what she does if no one supported or followed her. Especially if she is getting the amount of hate that you and Dash are both claiming. And, y’know what? Being encouraged by the reward of getting more followers isn’t necessarily a demonizing thing! Its almost completely natural on social media and its not something to fault her or really anyone on. I most certainly get excited to see people follow me and don’t see any shame in saying so. And looking back at dash before she was really any level of big that she is now, you can clearly she that not only her art but also her personality and influence has changed.

So, yes, I do think the followers brought her up as who she is now. Its most certainly not the only thing, but it is a big chunk. And again, its nothing to be ashamed about! However, its something that needs to be taken in consideration when posting anything on a public place like tumblr. A lot of people, like you @alexlayer (and believe it or not, myself included.), really look up to her and hold her to a high standard. So when she post something rude and divisive about a specific group of people, if that group of people have been following and supporting her since the begging and see that, they’ll definitely feel betrayed and offended. And they will for sure express that to her.

Final thing I wanna say before ending this post is that like you and I, @dashingicecream is human. And humans make mistakes all the time. But what makes those mistakes OK to make, is when we can see where we were wrong, and apologize for it. I’m not asking for her to change anything about herself at all. And once again, I do apologize for making my original post seem that way. But, I would love for her to at least apologize to @botmj, if anyone at all. I hope you understand where I’m coming from now that I’ve cleared it up better for you all reading this. And even though typing all of this for two days has been exhausting as FUCK, I believe it was worth it.

Thank you for taking your time to listen to what I have to say, and I hope something like this never gets blown out of improper proportions ever again.

@dashingicecream

@alexlayer