#srry i was busy and has to set up a new computer lol

[daily-rubbersoul-redux]

(ok srry it took so long to do this but i was finishing my magnum opus and then had to set up my new computer so-)

(fantasy starter time :] )

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“We should be less than day away now, so let’s just set up camp here for the night.”

“Alright.... I’ll go let the others know....”

“Thanks Saino!”

Taiana watched as her brother ran off to inform the rest of their rag-tag group, before letting out a small sigh.  Leading a platoon was harder than she had expected... But she was a knight now!  She could handle it.  And so far she had been able to help so many people that the whole endeavor was most definitely worthwhile.   Their current mission was a bit concerning though.... Apparently an assassins’ guild was having some infighting, and a local village was being used as a warzone.  And while she had no doubt in her comrades’ abilities, it was quite a bit more dangerous then any of the previous missions they had gone on.  If worst came to worst, she could always.... Use that, but...

“Uh, Taiana?”  She was shaken from her thoughts as a blue haired boy approached her.

“Oh, Gabbrielli! Apologies, I was lost in thought.  What do you need?”

“Oh, no worries.  And it’s not me that needs something, you see-”  

“GET ME THE HELL OUT OF HERE!”

They both turned their heads towards the shouting, before Gabbrielli continued.

“There were some hunting traps along the route, and Kazuichi may have gotten himself stuck in a tree.”  

Taiana, stifled a laugh, before proclaiming “Well then! As captain of the Bladed Roses, I must always help those in need!”  She began to run off in the direction of the shouting, stifling yet more laughs, and completely abandoning any negative thoughts she had held previously.

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“We may have a lead on where they are headed, Sir.”  Jacian turned around to face the person addressing him.

“Oh?  In that case, full report Anton.”

“Of course Sir.  There seems to be a disturbance in a nearby village, some infighting from the Bloodwater Assasins Guild, and as there has been some civilian casualties it is very likely that their group will b headed there.”  

Jacian rested his chin on his hand, contemplating this new information.  Hm... If she was a knight of the caliber she seemed to be, then surely she would not stand by and ignore an issue such as this one.  Still, it would be better to to stand by and watch for the moment.

“Anton, tell the troops to prepare.  We leave at sunrise tomorrow, but send a small group ahead to assess the situation.  I’d recommend placing Kyō at their head, as she has the most experience in stealth and the like.”

The young man gave a salute. “Yes Sir! I shall ensure our departure is flawless.”

“Thank you Anton.”  And with that, Anton left the room.  Jacian turned his focus back to the night sky, the moon hanging heavily in the sky.  Taiana Dracheilig.... He had heard tales of her; a knight originating from the lands of Nalion who wandered the lands with a rag-tag group that accepted all who wished to help others.  Why on Earth his lord had ordered him to go after her, he had no idea.  In truth, the situation seemed a bit strange, but.... As a knight, he lived by his values, and that included faithfully following his masters order, regardless of his own feelings.  This was his oath, what he lived for.  And the White Lily Platoon had never once failed.

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Theo sat in his study, tinkering with some manner of invention.  I was nearly midnight, but the nights were truly the only time he had to himself anymore.  Gods, how he despised leading a country...  But, at the very least Nalion was unconventional by many means, so many of a leaders normal duties were absent.  Even so, he simply wished to focus on his studies and research.  Suddenly, there was a knock on the study door.  initially Theo was confused, but he then realized that there was only one person it could be.

“Come in, but pardon the mess.” He said, and shortly after the door creaked open.

“My word, you really were not kidding about the mess.” 

“Are you really surprised Vladislav?  You know how I get when I work on my projects.”

The man who had entered the room smirked, tiling up his hat a bit. “No, no I suppose not.”  He stretched out his bat like wings a bit, yawning.  

“....So, any leads on my father?”  Theo asked, still working on what he had been previously.

“Sorry, but not yet.  Though, there has been an even great influx of undead and the sorts.”  He sighed, fidgeting with his long, white hair a bit.  “I hate to say that the two might be related somehow, but....”

“Hm... It does seem so.”  Theo sighed, turning to face the other man.  “Well, if you could keep searching that would be appreciated.  I shall see what I can do on my end as well.  Oh, and...”  He turned back to his desk, grabbing some sort of weapon and talismans from the drawer on its left side.  “Here are the things you requested.”

Vladislav tipped his hat. “Many thanks.  I’ll be back next moon so we can reconvene.”  Theo nodded, and with that Vladislav departed.  

Theo stared intensely at the small flame illuminating his workspace.

“Father.....

Where have you gone?”

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Two gods, one of life and death,

Two knights, their fates intertwined,

Two assassins who have forsaken their own,

And Two kings, one of freedom and one of tradition.

How do these fates intertwine?

Only the gods know.

[JJBFantasy: Start]

[frxggi]

Late Night Confessions

Sighs this didn’t turn out how I wanted it to  Tbh if i see chan getting into this sort of situation, mature and calm is like the exact opposite of how i think he’d behave He’s still young and so full of life so i feel like he’d let his emotions get in the way of handling this sort of thing so i kind of tried to have him act a bit more cooly but also still kind of ????? like how he usually is   srry if this isn’t exactly what u asked for but i did my best lol  Genre: Fluff i guess? Maybe angst not really actually  Word count: 2898  As always constructive criticism is always welcome thank u and goodnight  Also I wrote this on mobile so sorry if it’s kind of fucky ill edit later when im on my computer 

Sneakers squeak against laminate floors, heavy pants of exhaustion accompany loud music as you twist and turn and move your body to the song that’s been on loop for hours. The choreography that’s been drilled into your brain is now muscle memory as you finish out the song, your hair falling in your face. You raise your arms triumphantly, a shout of excitement leaving you as you bounce on your heels. This is the first time you’ve performed the song without messing up. Your other members groan and whine, their legs like jelly as they clamber over to sit down on the couch the company had only just put in the practice room. “Y/N, come sit next to me!” Hana, your rapper counterpart waves you over. You squeeze into the small space next to her and she casually drapes her arm around you, her phone held in front of her as she excitedly presses play on a new video she’s been wanting to show you. The visuals are beautiful, but the murmurs from the other girls overpower the volume emitted from the phone’s speaker. The video is nearly over when the door to to the practice room is kicked open. You and the other girls immediately get off the couch. The seven of you must have collectively forgotten that Victon, your seniors by a year, was scheduled for practice directly after your group. Subin announces his presence with a loud yawn as he stomps into the room. His hair is disheveled and there’s slight bags under his eyes. You guess he must have just woken up from a nap. The girls began to apologize for overstaying after they all give a quick greeting and file out of the practice room one by one. You, being the leader, have to stay behind and make sure everything was left as it was before you and the rest of the girls had arrived hours earlier.

Seungwoo enters last, his newly dyed gray hair pushed back haphazardly into a beanie. He’s dressed in black jeans and a white t-shirt that’s maybe a few sizes too big so it hangs lower on his shoulders and you can see a peek of his collar bone. He greets you with a wave and a warm smile. You return the gesture and then return to the task of cleaning your things.

“Y/N,” A cheerful voice begins. It’s Chan, rocking on his toes and a devilish grin on his face.

“Oh, hi. Am I in your way?” You ask, motioning to lift your bag but finding it stuck on the leg of a chair.

“No. I was just wondering what your schedule is like for next week.”

“We have a fanmeet on Tuesday, and tons of other stuff. I think I’m all booked.” You reply, bending down to free the strap of your bag.

“Ah, how unfair.” Chan juts his lower lip out in a pout, sniffing in an attempt to mimic crying before he’s back to his normal attitude. You laugh at his gesture.

Seungwoo watches the two of you casually out of the corner of his eye.

“We’re going to dinner to celebrate our first win. You and the rest of the girls are invited! Pleeeeeaaaassseee try to come?” Chan has his palms pressed together, held against his lips as if praying as he fixes you with a gaze you’re positive no girl can resist. You grumble.

“It’s not up to me to rearrange our schedule, but I’ll ask our manager if it’s possible.” His face lights up, and you wag a scolding finger in front of him before he can speak up. “BUT, no promises.”

Chan takes it in stride, and he’s waving a fist triumphantly as Subin beckons him away from you. Seungwoo takes this opportunity to speak next, catching you as you make your way out the door. “Stay safe out there, Y/N. The weather has been really unpredictable lately.”

“Ah, the dorms aren’t far from here. I should be fine; you don’t need to worry.” Throughout the course of your training, Seungwoo found himself taking you under his wing, so to speak. He’s helped a lot with your debut, even composing a song off of your album. It’s your favorite song. That being said, you and a few of your other members became fast friends with the boys; Seungwoo especially, so it’s no surprise that he worries about you.

You bid your goodbye as you zip up your coat, and Seungwoo stops you yet again. “Oh! Good luck at your fanmeet! You’ll have to tell me about it next time we see each other.” You nod, returning the smile he gives you before slipping out the door. You don’t catch that he’s staring at you as you leave. He doesn’t catch that Chan watches the interaction with a hint of distaste.

Tuesday morning rolls around and you’re the first one awake. Were it any other occasion, you’d take every opportunity to sleep while you can; your group had debuted not too long ago, and you’re busy with promotions, so you don’t get much time to rest. You’re showered and dressed before any of the other girls even wake up. Cooking would make too much noise, so you opt for eating a few boiled eggs from the fridge and a yogurt drink. Hana is the next one to wake, and she stumbles out into the kitchen of the large dorm (more like apartment) you share with the rest of your group. She’s lazily rubbing the sleep from her eyes and does a double take when she sees you leaned against the counter, chewing on your breakfast.

“You’re up early,” She observes. “Like, really early.” Hana has been dubbed the early bird of the group since you were trainees, so it’s to be expected that she rouses before everyone else.

“I had a restless night.” You respond through a bite of egg whites.

Hana sets out to grabbing dishes from the cupboards, presumably to get started on making breakfast. She’s younger than you by three years, but she admittedly has leagues more experience than you in the kitchen. You chalk it up to her being the only girl among her family; two younger brothers couldn’t possibly cook for themselves.

“Are you nervous for today?” She asks as if reading your mind.

“Not nervous, just excited.”

She fixes you with a knowing look.

“Maybe a little nervous.” You admit sheepishly. You can hear the soft patter of bare feet against hardwood flooring, but the footsteps never make it to the kitchen. A few moments later you hear running water; the youngest must be awake and taking her shower. You offer to help Hana with preparing a meal for everyone, and she accepts your generosity, but doesn’t have you do much as far as handling the food is concerned.

By now the rest of your members are awake and three of them are settled on the sectional, watching the morning news. The food is finished, and Hana encourages everyone to help themselves. You only eat a small portion, sitting cross legged on the chair at the kitchen table and Hana sits across from you, stuffing a spoonful of rice into her mouth. You finish off your food and it’s only a few hours before the rest of the members are ready. Before long, you and the others are stacked into a large van, headed to your destination.

Voices of hundreds of people talk amongst and above one another, and your smile stretches from ear to ear as you greet your fans. You hadn’t expected such a large turnout, given that this is your first fanmeet, but you were pleasantly surprised when you walked onto the stage to see the place was packed full of excited fans. You receive a number of gifts and pout when a staff member shews each fan away after only a few brief moments. You’re having fun and you’re happy and laughing and shining and before you know it the fanmeet is nearly over. Your nerves begin to act up again. The reason why you’d been so nervous to begin with is because at your first fanmeet you’re going to perform your first self composed song, especially for your fans. You announce that you have a song to perform as a thank you to everyone who showed up, and a staff member hands you a guitar. It’s your first time doing something like this, and you begin to second guess the quality of lyrics to a song you were so confident about in the days prior. Your fingers shake lightly and it takes you a beat then two to gain your composure. You begin to strum and pick at the guitar strings softly, your voice echoing out in the room that had gone silent. You sing a simple but sweet story, telling the tale of a girl who’s fallen in love with a boy but can’t bring herself to tell him out of fear of rejection. Instead she opts for a friendship, preferring that rather than having the boy disappear from her life completely. It’s a story that strikes all too close to home, and as you sing you think of warm brown eyes and a bright smile and your heart skips a beat. The song ends and the fans erupt into cheers and applause. You politely bow and offer them thanks before you’re being ushered off the stage.

You’re buzzing with energy as you file into the car, now on your way to practice. The fans love your song, and it boosts your self confidence and you’re excited to write more in the future. You’re cheerfully chatting away when you feel a tap on your shoulder. You look behind you to see Hana handing her phone to you.

“Chan wants to talk to you.” She informs, and you take the phone from her, holding it up to your ear. “Hey! Your phone is off, so I couldn’t get a hold of you.” Chan chirps.

“Yeah, sorry, I didn’t charge it last night so it died.” “That’s fine, that’s not why I’m calling.” He says. You say nothing, which prompts him to continue.

“Did you talk to your manager yet? Can you come to dinner with us?” He questions hopefully. “Ah, yeah, I asked about it this morning. We aren’t busy on Friday. I don’t know when you plan to go out but-” “Friday works! If you’re free Friday then we’ll do it Friday.” Chan interrupts, adamant on your group coming to dinner with them. “Okay, I’ll tell the girls.” “Okay, cool! I have to get back to practice now, bye Y/N!” The call ends before you can get in a response.

It’s Saturday evening, and you’re dressed in your casual attire. It’s still cold out this time of year, so you grab a jacket and shrug it over your shoulders before heading out. When you arrive to the restaurant Chan envelopes you in a hug, ignoring the staff members protests. You return the gesture and make your way over to Seungwoo, where he greets you with a hug of his own. You tell him that you wore a jacket specifically for him, knowing that he’d have complained otherwise. He laughs and allows you to lead the way into the building. The party takes up four tables, all pushed together to seat 14 people. Hana sits on your right with Seungwoo to your left. Heochan sits across from you, between Subin and Sejun while Byungchan, Hanse, and Seungsik all gather at the opposite end of the table. Your peers all talk and laugh among themselves and you’re listening to a childhood story of Sejun’s. Hana sits idly scrolling through her phone as you all wait for the food to be served. It’s when you’re all speaking about everything and nothing at the same time when Hana interrupts. “Oh! Check this out! Someone at the fanmeet recorded your performance, Y/N!” She excitedly shoves the phone in your face, and you take it from her, holding it out over the table so the others can see. Chan leans over the table, trying to get a better view. The video finishes and you hear ooh’s and ahh’s from the boys, your cheeks heating up a degree at the praise.

“That was really good, Y/N. You wrote it yourself?” Seungwoo questions, impressed by your work.

“She wrote it about the boy she likes.” Your youngest member interjects from besides Subin. This peaks the interest of both Chan and Seungwoo. “Oh?” Chan pipes in quizzically, his lips turning up into a smirk. “Does Y/N have a crush?” He teases from across the table. You kick him in the shin. “Why, it’s not like it’d be about any of you guys.” You scoff, sticking your tongue out to mock him. “Don’t say that, Y/N, y’know Chan’s practically in love with you.” Hanse pipes up. It’s true. From the moment you met Chan took a particular liking to you. At first, his affection started out as a joke, brought on by Subin, poking fun at how he always seemed to gravitate towards you whenever you were around. Eventually, Chan had told you that he actually had feelings for you. Of course, you couldn’t return them, much to his chagrin, but he didn’t seem to let your rejection get in the way of your friendship. “Yeah,” Chan starts, playing into the humor of the situation. “Y/N, you don’t have to hide that the song is about me.” “What if it’s about me?” Seungwoo takes his turn to speak, a smile playing on his lips but it looks unnatural on him, forced. No one else seems to notice. Your cheeks are red from embarrassment, the boys unrelenting in their antics. “Why would it matter if it’s about you? You don’t even like her.” Chan defends, shooting a halfhearted glare to his leader.

“You don’t know that! I like Y/N plenty. I might even say I have a crush on her.” Seungwoo counters, and you groan.

“Will you two stop, oh my God!” The words fall on deaf ears though, and they don’t pay you any mind. “Doesn’t matter, she totally likes me!” Chan argues. “Yeah? What if she likes me more?” Says Seungwoo.

“Looks like you two are going to have to fight to the death.” Subin says, feigning awe. “Or, you could just do rock paper scissors!” Hana adds. “Great idea!” Says Chan, and Seungwoo holds out his closed fist, ready for a match. The two duke it out, and on the first round, Chan loses. “Best two out of three!” He exclaims, refusing to back down. A fire in his spirit, Chan and Seungwoo throw their hands out once more, and this time, Chan is victorious. He wins the final round too, and points a finger in Seungwoo’s face while laughing. “Hell yes! I win! Now she’s my girl!” You shake your head. “I’m not anyone’s girl! The song isn’t about either of you guys, so shut it before I explode!” You shout, crossing your arms indignantly. The action seems to settle the two boys. Thankfully, that’s the last you hear of the topic throughout the night. Dinner goes on as if the two hadn’t been involved in a rock paper scissors death battle. Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. It’s late, well after midnight when you finally make the journey  back to the dorms. You’re exhausted as you wash your face of your makeup, after the other girls have all gone to sleep. You quickly change into some sleepwear and crawl into bed. As you’re plugging your phone onto its charger you get a message. 12:26 Seungwoo: Hey, are you up? 12:26 You: I’m just about to head to bed. Why, what do you need? 12:27 Seungwoo: I just wanted to apologize for earlier. I think Chan and I sort of stepped out of line.

12:28 You: Don’t worry about it. Chan has been trying to sweep me off my feet for ages now.

12:36 Seungwoo: Can I tell you a secret?

12:36

You: I’m just about to fall asleep, but go ahead.

12:37

Seungwoo: I wasn’t joking.

12:37

Seungwoo: When I said I liked you.

Your eyes widen and you do a double take. You can’t believe what you’re seeing. Your heart soars but almost immediately you begin to question the legitimacy of his words.

12:38

You: Really?

12:38

Seungwoo: Yes, really. You don’t have to do anything about it. I just wanted you to know.

12:38

Seungwoo: I hope this doesn’t ruin our friendship.

You beam at the screen, the light from your phone illuminating your dusty pink cheeks.

12:39

You: Don’t worry, it won’t ruin anything.

12:39

You: Now can I tell you a secret?

12:40

Seungwoo: What is it?

You take a few minutes to type out a response, giggling to yourself as you roll back in your bed. You type out a message and throw your phone to the end of your bed to stop yourself from staying awake all night. Though, given the information you just learned you’re positive you’ll have yet another restless night.

12:40

You: The song really was about you.