#thank u iri i owe u my life

[winxys]

can't wait to use my taerae url when zb1 debut 🤭

[mekatrio]

iris is sooooo awesome she really traumatized phoenix into being an emotionally unavailable mess 🥰

[sarilolla]

So ghost anon got me thinking…

What would happen if Floyd was the only one who couldn’t get to branch in time? I mean he was the only brother to say goodbye and promise to return, but ironically he is also the only one to not meet branch before he passes. I have a feeling that the guilt of never being able to fulfil his promise would tear him apart :3

Hopefully I won’t regret giving u a weapon to rip my heart out (who am I kidding, do as u please with this)

OW? OUCH? I got this ask while I was writing the fight and just oof, it hurt- Thank you for giving me this weapon >:)

Going to turn this into a ficlet, haven't done one of those in a while

***

Branch knew it was unlikely that all four of his brothers would get there on time. The world was big and who knew where four small Trolls could have ended up after twenty years. Laying in bed, he blinked in and out of consciousness, his chest heavy and barely any air managed to get to his lungs. Poppy was by his side, holding his paw tightly, not wanting to let go.

To his surprise, John Dory was the first to arrive. The oldest almost looked grey as he looked at his baby brother, who was resting on death's doorstep. With a push from Delta, he walked into the room, sitting down on a chair on his side. He opened his mouth, but no words came out, not until Barb had pulled Poppy out of the room. The two brothers needed a moment.

"I'm so sorry, Bittie, I… I'm sorry. I should have been there for you, but I wasn't, and…"

Branch took his paw, the younger being so weak, but he needed JD to listen.

"Love you."

His voice was broken and small, but to his surprise, JD started tearing up.

"I love you too. So much. You're my baby brother, and I'm sorry…"

This went on for a while, as Branch's lungs cleared just a bit, and he asked if JD could tell him about the Neverglades, which he did, drying his tears. He hadn't felt this vulnerable in a long time, but for Branch? He would probably beg the Muses themselves for his life to be spared.

Then came Clay. He came inside on his own, Synth and Dante pointing him to the right room. He was shocked, to say the least, that JD was there, and for a moment, all he felt was anger and grief. After a small spat, he calmed down as Branch's tail brushed his own. Right, Branch. They were there for Branch. Their little brother, who was dying.

After a few exchanged words filled with love, both the Iris and Dahlia were cleared from his system, and he breathed just a tiny bit easier, enough that if he had just a bit more energy, he would have been able to hold a conversation. But he didn't, so the two older held it for him, despite their awkwardness and grievances, they were there and they were talking.

Finally, Spruce came. Except it was now Bruce, and he had changed a lot, but he was their brother nevertheless, and while Branch could tell the tension swung a bit in the room, happiness, anger, and grief hanging heavy in the air, he was happy to see another of his loved ones. Just a few hours ago he had almost accepted death, not believing they would come on time, but here three of them were.

JD gave up his spot for Bruce, letting him take Branch's paw, the purple-haired Troll speaking so softly with the youngest, who hummed an "I love you too" in reply. The Zinnia lost its grip, and now… they only had the Queen Anne's Lace left.

But would Floyd get there on time?

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Floyd had already left Mount Rageous days before, having heard the news on his small traveling radio, and narrowly avoiding being kidnapped, he set out to find his baby brother.

He had made a promise. It was maybe twenty years too late, but Floyd was not one to break a promise. Not now, not ever.

Then he learned that the promise had been put on a timer. Friends of Branch, bounty hunters, had found him, telling him what was going on.

Branch was dying. Branch could be dead already.

They didn't need to tell him twice that he was needed. He just sat silently in the back of their critter bus, eyes distant as memories played on a loop.

Seeing that little bluebell egg hatching. Holding that little baby boy that had been filled with so much joy, love, and music.

Branch was singing before he was talking, he danced before he could walk. He was the sunshine breaking through the grey clouds of grief and horror in that period of their lives.

And he had left him behind. He had given the toddler his vest. The vest had belonged to all their brothers once, and if there was someone who deserved the comfort that the vest provided, it was Branch.

When he came to Pop Village, the place was… sad. Too sad to be filled with Pop Trolls. He saw a grey Troll with a crown on her head sit amongst a group of other dully colored Trolls, her grief so strong it nearly drowned everyone seeing her.

No one noticed him as he walked through the village, and when he asked someone where Branch was, they just shook their head, a sad look in their eyes. Another Troll pointed him to the outskirts of the village.

Floyd had heard from the youngest friends that he had built a bunker, and with a small spark of hope, he looked in the direction they pointed, hoping to see that large rock, but no… There was a field of flowers there.

A Pop Troll graveyard.

And by the freshest mound, holding onto each other, sat three Trolls who were painfully familiar. His brothers. Just not all four of them. Only the three oldest.

A pained scream filled the air.

Floyd's scream.

He had broken his promise.

***

Yeah, ow, this hurt- Hope everyone enjoys the misery as always :,D

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[junseotual]

same ones i asked on ur other blog dnfmd

bvndit: yes | only for the music | attempting to | no

who or what caught my attention: miss 1:03 (yiyeon)

why i want to stan: yiyeon yiyeon yiy-

what i already know about them: they just have rlly nice title tracks,, i keep on saying ill stan but then i forget so i still don’t know anything really skjdfnks

current favorite member: yiyeon,

a question i have for veteran fans: uhh anything great i cld watch to get to know them better perhaps?

victon: yes | only for the music | attempting to | no

my bias + bias wrecker: sejun + swoo/sik still

first time i heard of them: the vvvv first time was then i’m fine first came out n i watched it n . thought it was cute (n then i continued to think that their music was amazing but never tried actually stanning)

when i became a fan: uhhh during/after pdx101?? mostly bc u were talking abt them so much i think,, the passionate rambling got to me. which is why u should continue never stop thank u <3

favorite (and least favorite) title track: remember me!! least fave is probably unbelievable but it’s still gREAT i do love it

favorite (and least favorite) b-side: TIMELINE TIMELINE TIMELINE!! timeline. <3 timeline ♥♥ (+ farewell, petal) n least fave uhhh i’ll say beautiful simply because i cannot remember what it sounds like right now

favorite (and least favorite) mv: time of sorrow.. mwah.. nostalgic night is close though

favorite (and least favorite) album: nostalgia or continuous (n i might choose continuous simply bc seungwoo’s there) & least fav would probably be their debut ep im so sorry

a concept i wished they’d try: i really really like what they’re doing right now but can i get one (1) eyez eyez 2.0

what i like most about them: just how close they are?? watching them interact is truly a delight :< also they’re princes and. i like princes so that’s nice too

weekly: yes | only for the music | attempting to | no

my bias + bias wrecker: soojin & monday + perhaps jiyoon

first time i heard of them: once again u are responsible for this

when i became a fan: after watching tag me i replayed it like 138948 times that same day n proceeded to immediately watch their short pre-debut thing n i decided i couldn’t go back to a tag me-less life

favorite (and least favorite) title track: tag me . what a surprise

favorite (and least favorite) b-side: i really like reality but i think i like hello even more? universe last place though im sorry

favorite (and least favorite) mv: tag me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

favorite (and least favorite) album: we are, debut ep, bet u couldn’t guess that!!!

a concept i wished they’d try: please keep this up i BEG u this is all i wanted this is all i needed i dont wanna lose it again not so fast </3

what i like most about them: for now ill just say their concept AND the fact that they have assigned days of the week... i love girl groups what would we do without random stuff assigned to pretty girls.. also not rlly about all of them and i haven’t really seen like all that much content either but jiyoon really seems like she speaks so well n i ... love that

[seokmatthewz]

u r most definitely NOT normal abt wooyoung mingi jongho seokmin limji seungwoo yeonjun etc etc

i associate u w all of the above plus soeun, sejeong and sungho ❤️ /j not rlly but add all ur ooo men

someone i wouldn't expect u to bias: the one svt dude u bias aside from minghao and seokmin....... DINO..... chan???? yeah idk anything abt him but he doesn't scream iri to me so i assume he isn't.. iri like KDBDKDND

ur type.. i see an iri nose i see an iri boy that's all.

FLKDSDLSKLKDSF u telling me im not normal abt mingi immediately after i post a set of him fkdsklf u r correct i am not at all normal abt any of those men at all i would say i am actually super ultra normal <3 FLKDSKLFDS

SOEUN SEJEONG <3<3 <3 <3 my wifeys omg thank u.....sungho FKLSDKLDFKL god him and his bbl messages........thank u for my ooo men tho mr wookjin mr junhyung u r so <3

THE ONE SVT DUDE CHAN BABY I AM SO SORRY FSDKLFKSL he is so iri-like i swear KLFSDKL hes been my bias since 2016 <////3 LFSLSF

iri nose.................that is so so funny but u rlly arent wrong LFDLSK there rlly is a brand of man i still cant get over a friend of mine picking hyuk out of tempest as my bias based on nose alone kldsklfd

biases ask game!! / og post!

[minthara]

give me people category for vanessa ✋👁🐽👁🤚

from this list / ask link

thank u hilary... i owe u my life

👁️ EYE - what colour are their eyes? do people notice their eyes? is there anything special about them (shows emotion easily, literally magical...)?

She originally had hazel eyes, but in true Cyberpunk fashion got them replaced, so now her right eye is completely black and the left one has a white Araska iris (I think that’s what it’s called in-game). So yes, her eyes are very noticeable since she also likes to make the effect even more dramatic with black and purple eyeshadow. Since they’re cybernetic and she has only about half an eyebrow, you can’t really infer much emotion from her eye area.

🤥 LYING - are they good liars? do they have tells to show they're lying?

She’s good at lying to strangers, like when doing merc stuff, but she can’t lie to her friends and loved ones. Starts fidgeting and avoiding eye contact, and after a while just breaks down and tells the truth.

👻 GHOST - do they believe in ghosts? what are their "ghostly experiences", if any?

Not the supernatural ghosts no, but I guess Johnny could kind of count as a ghost… She’s not much into spirituality, but her ex-girlfriend was and she enjoyed listening to her talk and when her ex would light incense. She also humours Misty and lets her lay her tarot and they talk about stuff like that even though Vanessa is not a big believer.

💥 COLLISON - what emotions do they have trouble dealing with?

All of them?? She’s emotionally constipated as fuck and has never talked normally about her feelings, ever. Most of the time when she’s sad she’ll just hole up somewhere for a few days until she feels better. Ghosts literally everyone during that time.

😭 CRYING - what makes them cry? do they cry easily?

She doesn’t cry easily. The last time she remembers crying is in Atlanta, because she was feeling so miserable about herself since she left Night City for a better life, and then it was just even shittier in Atlanta. She cries when she thinks about things she regrets, I guess, like not just leaving with her ex when she had the chance to.

👊 PUNCH - are they quick to violence?

Not with friends, but yes if we’re talking merc business. A good punch is better at getting the truth out of someone than trying to worm yourself into their brain, so she uses it a lot as an interrogation tactic or just with lowlives who deserved it…

💢 ANGER - what are some habits they have that will take some getting used to?

She’s just a mess, what can I say… The reason it doesn’t really work between her and Judy is because Vanessa is so used to being alone, it’s hard for her to keep in contact and up-to-date with her. Minimal talk about personal stuff, you have to really dig to get her to open up, and that can drive people crazy. Also, her habit of just getting into life-or-death situation, her drug habit, the fact that she, like, NEVER showers…

👪 FAMILY - what is their family like? what is your ocs relationship to them? does your oc have any siblings?

She only knew her mother, and she died when Vanessa was a teenager. So no family to speak of. Her relationship with her mother wasn’t good either, they tried to not spend as much time together as possible because her mum didn’t really care for being a mother so Vanessa pretty much raised herself or was raised by neighbours around Vista del Rey. She spent more time with other families than at home.

😨 FEARFUL - when scared, do they go into "flight" or "fight"?

She used to be very good at running away in dicey situations, but as she got older and had more experience, she’s now more prone to fight back. Before cybernetic augmentations she was just a skinny little girl, no way she could have fought someone, so running away was the easier option.

💤 SLEEPING - do they fall asleep easily? what helps them sleep?

She definitely sleeps less than a normal person, most of the time she goes like 1.5 to 3 days between normal nights of sleep. By that time, she’s mostly exhausted enough to fall asleep. And if she can’t she’ll smoke weed until she passes out lmao, legend.

[whatdoesshedotothem]

Tues[day] 16 September 1834

7 25/..

12 1/4

very good one last night – fine b[u]t hazy morn[in]g F[ahrenheit] 57 1/4° at 8 35/.. a.m. – at my desk at 8 1/2 –

Kind let[ter] to M- [Mariana] gl[a]d she h[a]d found but by means ov[e]r w[hi]ch I h[a]d no control th[a]t ‘I h[a]d writ[ten] even less

‘oft[ene]r to th[o]se who are perpet[uall]y heap[in]g up[on] me kind[ne]ss aft[e]r kind[ne]ss, and whose ver[y] situat[io]n in life ma[ke]s

‘th[e]m suppos[e]d to be the 1st obj[ec]ts of my consid[eratio]n’ - … if ‘n[o]t mo[re] heart, I h[a]d comm[o]n sense th[a]n

‘to val[ue] the th[in]gs of th[i]s world accord[in]g to the scale w[hi]ch h[a]s been laid d[o]wn for me – H[a]d you bel[ieve]d me

‘oft[ene]r, and kn[o]wn me bet[ter], it w[oul]d ha[ve] sav[e]d us b[o]th m[u]ch pain – B[u]t if heav[e]n h[a]s will[e]d it oth[er]wise,

‘let us n[o]t compl[ai]n – the fin[a]l ruler of ev[en]ts is wiser th[a]n we – I am deep[l]y sensib[le] of all

‘y[ou]r affect[io]n; b[u]t, fr[om] the mom[en]t of y[ou]r hav[in]g delib[eratel]y told me y[ou]r determinat[io]n, and the lead[in]g argum[en]ts

‘w[hi]ch ga[ve] rise to it, my chief endeav[ou]r w[a]s to be convinc[e]d and reconcil[e]d – Mary! you trust[e]d me

‘too lit[tle] for happ[ine]ss – Rem[em[b[e]r th[i]s, and be comfort[e]d – cheer up – trust me, you ha[ve] m[u]ch to hope –

‘m[u]ch mo[re] th[a]n you seem aware – the prosp[ec]t will bright[e]r by and by – I ha[ve] nev[e]r fail[in]g consol[atio]n

‘or the th[ou]ght, th[a]t you will be happ[ie]r in oth[e]rs, th[a]n you c[oul]d ha[ve] been in me – confide[en]ce w[a]s

‘too m[u]ch shak[e]n on b[o]th sides – Mary! the last blow on mine, w[a]s too severe – Be

‘comfort[e]d – be assur[e]d, th[a]t you ha[ve] act[e]d wise[l]y for us b[o]th – viol[en]t changes are gen[erall]y irksome

‘to all p[ar]ties at 1st; b[u]t, rememb[erin]g wh[a]t I mys[elf] ha[ve] suffer[e]d, I do n[o]t eas[il]y desp[ai]r for anyone –

‘I do n[o]t feel inclin[e]d to say m[u]ch on the subj[ec]t of our meet[in]g – the reflect[io]ns to w[hi]ch it w[oul]d gi[ve]

‘rise, c[oul]d on[l]y be painful – Do as you th[in]k best’ – Hope ‘h[e]r niece’ will exceed h[e]r

all h[e]r expectat[io]ns – ‘I can eas[il]y ent[e]r int[o] y[ou]r motive for call[in]g h[e]r Percy’ – pleas[e]d at the th[ou]ght

of h[e]r go[in]g to the Rhine next y[ea]r – on[l]y anx[iou]s ab[ou]t h[e]r choice of a compan[io]n – ment[io]n Geneva as a

fine town ‘hav[in]g man[y] lit[erar]y and econom[i]c advent[age]s’ and th[a]t a fam[il]y of 2 or 3 might live in

affl[ue]nce at Rolle for £250 a y[ea]r – date the latt[e]r 1/2 p[age] 3,  Mon[day] 15 Sept[embe]r and say it shall go [as] last

160

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might, the herald of the sm[all] parc[e]l (stays, 6 laces, p[ai]r of Earrings fr[om] Geneva and b[oo]k, Coxes’

pict[ure] of It[al]y borr[owe]d edit[io]n of 1815, too old when last at Lawton Dec[embe]r 1833) to be s[e]nt off by me of today’s mails –

‘I f[ou]nd my a[un]t m[u]ch the sa[me] as I left h[e]r, and Mr. Sund[erlan]d told me, he th[ou]ght her gen[era]l health qui[te]

‘as good - b[u]t she is uncert[ai]n - th[i]s seas[o]n of th[e] y[ea]r, or rath[e]r lat[e]r, h[a]s gen[erall]y tir[e]d h[e]r ver[y] m[u]ch

‘and I fear, if she gets ov[e]r the wint[e]r at all, it will be ver[y] indiffer[entl]y – she suffers a

‘gr[ea]t deal, yet her cheerful[ne]ss does n[o]t forsake her – She desires me to gi[ve] her love, and say

‘how gl[a]d she shall be to hear you are bet[ter] – the 30 shil[lin]gs for Th[oma]s Beech’s gr[ea]tcoat

‘are p[ai]d, and I will pl[a]ce th[i]s sum to y[ou]r acc[oun]t – If you do n[o]t feel qui[te] sure of my und[er]-

‘-stand[in]g all y[ou]r wishes ab[ou]t mon[e]y matt[e]rs, tell me mo[re] partic[ularl]y wh[a]t you w[oul]d ha[ve] me

‘do - G[o]d bless you, my d[eare]st Mary! Ever ver[y] espec[iall]y y[ou]rs AL- [Anne Lister] – nice en[ou]gh let[ter] to

L[ad]y S- [Stuart] will consid[e]r ab[ou]t the fourgon ‘when I am mo[re] ab[le] to fix up[on] my next line of route’ – ‘I am perf[ectl]y astonish[e]d th[a]t I h[a]d y[ou]r let[ter] 12 days ago, and th[a]t I h[a]d been at ho[me] a fortn[i]ght

‘on Sat[urday] – I kno[w] n[o]t how the ti[me] h[a]s slipp[e]d away – I ha[ve] been so busy ab[ou]t my law-concern,

‘etc. etc. the days ha[ve] seem[e]d like mom[en]ts; and I ha[ve] s[in]ce been out of the h[ou]se – yet I ha[ve] oft[e]n

‘th[ou]ght of you, and wond[ere] how you w[oul]d set[tle] all th[]se disag[reablenes]s I w[a]s so griev[e]d to hear of…….

ment[io]n let[ter] fr[om] Vere – shall go and see h[e]r one of th[e]se days – at pres[en]t can ma[ke] no plans –

‘my poor aunt suffers a martyrdom; yet still she lives, and may live for sev[era]l m[on]ths –

‘It is a gr[ea]t comf[or]t to me to see h[e]r so pleas[e]d at my hav[in]g g[o]t a lit[tle] fr[ie]nd to ta[ke] ca[re] of me

‘in my trav[e]ls – I hope you will tell Miss Tate - B[u]t, d[eare]st L[ad]y St[uar]t, it w[a]s wh[a]t you s[ai]d th[a]t I ha[ve]

‘nev[e]r forgott[e]n; and it is you th[a]t I shall alw[a]ys th[in]k of, and thank w[i]t hall my heart –

wr[ote] th[i]s morn[in]g und[e]r the seal – ‘I do hope to hear fr[om] you soon, if it be only one line to tell

‘me you are bet[ter], and ha[ve] settl[e]d th[in]gs mo[re] comf[ortabl]y th[a]n you expect[e]d – Do n[o]t troub[le] y[ou]rs[elf] one

‘inst[an]t ab[ou]t a frank – I shall be delight[e]d to see a Norfolk postmark – I shall troub[le]

‘L[or]d St[uar]t w[i]th a note to L[ad]y St[uar]t de R- [Rothesay] and a lit[tle] no[te] to d[ea]r Charlotte ab[ou]t the parc[e]l fr[om]

‘Paris - Ev[e]r, d[eare]st L[ad]y St[uar]t, ver[y] truly and affect[ionatel]y y[ou]rs A. [Anne] Lister’ - Gen[era]l acc[oun]t of my journ[e]y to

L[ad]y S- [Stuart] de R- [Rothesay] hop[e]d for so[me] comm[issio]n in Paris - perh[aps] she doubt[e]d my abil[itie]s - c[oul]d n[o]t doubt how

hap[py] I sh[oul]d ha[ve] been to do my best – ‘I h[a]d a lit[tle] fr[ien]d w[i]th me wh[o]se good care soon set me

‘ab[ov]e Mr. Freeman’s medicines; and we h[a]d so[me] delightful wander[in]gs am[on]g the Savoy m[oun]t[ai]ns – I do

confess th[a]t my ‘bowels yearned’ tow[ar]ds M[on]t Blanc; b[u]t he w[a]s a lit[tle] surly, and the 2 Savoy and

‘avocats who attempt[e]d his summ[i]t, and s[ai]d, tho’ unbeliev[e]d by any, they reach[e]d it, were

‘gl[a]d en[ou]gh to get d[o]wn ag[ai]n – they h[a]d no reg[ula]r guides, on[l]y 1/2 a doz[en] peasants, two of wh[o]m

‘h[a]d made the ascent bef[ore] – and, h[a]d they been a few h[ou]rs lat[e]r, w[oul]d prob[abl]y ha[ve] been lost –

‘we made wh[a]t is call[e]d the gr[a]nd tour of M[on]t Bl[an]c’ ….. cross[e]d the Gr[ea]t and lit[tle] S[ain]y Bernard…

we h[a]d no  Gollis-work – the lit[tle] Inns ver[y] fair[l]y comf[orta]ble ‘exc[ept] one in the vil[lage] de Ferret

‘where th[e]re were on[l]y 2 bedr[oo]ms for the wid[ow] and h[e]r 8 child[re]n. one manserv[an]t and 2 guides, our 2

‘selves, and 2 sick inf[an]ts the poor wom[a]n h[a]d tak[e]n to nurse, tout compris, at 6 fr[an]cs each

‘p[e]r m[ou]th – we ret[urne]d by the Savoy lakes and Chamberi – saw the pass of the Echelles, and the gr[a]nde

‘Chartreuse - sp[en]t 2 or 3 days at Lyons – tho’ man[y] of the h[ou]ses damaged or destr[oye]d in Apr[il] are

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‘alread[y] repair[e]d or rebuilt, th[e]re are still too man[y] traces of the émente - Sev[era]l opul[en]t  

‘manufact[orie]s ha[ve] left the town, and set up th[ei]r establ[ishmen]ts elsewhere - th[e]re are 3 large ones just complet[e]d

‘at Voiron now communicat[e]d w[i]th Echelles by a fine new r[oa]d of 3 posts - th[e]re are sev[era]l new

‘r[oa]ds finish[e]d and in prog[ress] - th[a]t by S[ain]t Etienne io[ene]d 2 y[ea]rs ago (miss[in]g Lyons) saves 3 days’ journey to

‘Marseilles’ – 2 or 3 days at S[ain]t Etienne and 2 or 3 at Clerm[on]t – ‘the view fr[om] the Puy de Dome,

‘is one of the m[o]st interest[in]g and extraord[inar]y I ha[ve] ev[e]r seen. – a vast assembl[a]ge of cones of extinct

‘volca[noe]s – a vast coulée (sea) of lava - b[u]t the heat w[a]s so excess[ive] in walk[in]g up, and the air

‘is cold at the top, I on[l]y st[ai]d ab[ou]t 1/2 an h[ou]r – Do tell the girls, they nev[e]r saw s[u]ch a dirty fig[ure]

‘as I w[a]s on com[in]g out of the fine silv[e]r mines (op[ene]d 2 or 3 y[ea]rs ago) n[ea]r Pont de Gibaud - B[u]t

‘the coal-mine of Firminy, n[ea]r S[ain]t Etienne, astonish[e]d me m[o]st – It is exact[l]y like a comm[o]n

‘st[one] quarry, (open to the day, and work[e]d in the sa[me] way) b[u]t the rock is coal of excell[en]t qual[it]y –

‘It is on[l]y 3 y[ea]rs th[a]t it h[a]s been work[e]d in th[i]s way, and is the on[l]y coal-mine kn[o]wn of the kind –

‘the miners at the silv[e]r mine were chief[l]y Germans – Be the gov[ernmen]t wh[a]t it may, I nev[e]r saw

‘so gr[ea]t an app[earan]ce of improvem[en]t and prosper[it]y in the count[r]y – the écoles des mines ha[ve] done an

‘infin[it]y of good to the mining int[ere]sts of the count[r]y’ - din[e]d w[i]th L[ad]y CL- [Charlotte Lindsay] and the Berrys – ‘and w[a]s deligth[e]d w[i]th my

‘vis[i]t – all were in good sp[iri]ts, and were ver[y] agreeab[le], and k[i]nd – I h[a]d nev[e]r seen so m[u]ch of L[ad]y Charl[otte]’

(Lindsay) ‘who says th[in]gs so nice[l]y, and wh[o]se man[ner]s are so interest[in]g, she made qui[te] an impress[io]n

‘up[on] me – Miss Berry is really wond[er]ful – Thank you ver[y] m[u]ch for giv[in]g me th[ei]r addr[ess] – I w[a]s

‘qui[te] gl[a]d to improve so nice an acquaint[an]ce - unexpect[e]d pleas[ure] to see L[or]d St[uar]t – ‘wh[a]t

‘an enviab[le] tour in Norway! I wish a [I] knew a lit[tle] mo[re] ab[ou]t it – If I live, I mean to go

‘th[e]re one of th[e]se days – my a[un]t, as to gen[era]l health, is m[u]ch the sa[me] as when I left h[e]r - b[u]t she

‘suffers a martyrd[o]m fr[om] rheumat[i]c pains; and her medic[a]l men fear she can[no]t long survive

‘the wint[e]r – I enclose a lit[tle] no[te] for Charlotte - Bel[ieve] me, d[ea]r L[ad]y St[uar]t, alw[a]ys ver[y] truly y[ou]rs A. [Anne] Lister’

th[e]n wr[ote] on 1/4 sh[ee]t the foll[owin]g ‘Shibd[e]n hall - Mon[day] 15 Oct[obe]r 1834. My d[ea]r Charlotte – I s[e]nd you a ver[y] lit[lte] no[te], the herald

of a ver[y] lit[tle] parc[e]l, w[hi]ch Miss Berry w[a]s so good as prom[ise] to bring fr[om] Paris – I told L[ad]y St[uar]t, it w[a]s for you –

‘I alw[a]ys th[ou]ght of giv[in]g you so[me] sm[all] rememb[ran]ce on y[ou]r entrée int[o] the gr[ea]t world – I wish[e]d it to be so[me]th[in]g useful,

‘and on[l]y hope I ha[ve] chos[e]n well, and th[a]t you will like the watch for its own sake, and for mine – I hope you

‘are all enjoy[in]g yours[elf], and look[in]g qui[te] rosy and well at Highcliffe – I sh[oul]d n[o]t kno[w] it ag[ai]n – If you still

‘hunt for fossils, and care as m[u]ch as ev[e]r for the collect[io]n, you can fancy how disap[pointe]d I w[a]s to f[i]nd, on

‘reach[in]g here, th[a]t all my fine specimens fr[om] Auvergne silv[e]r-mines, and man[y] oth[e]rs th[a]t were pack[e]d

‘in the carr[ia]ge tool-box, were lost in Lond[on], thrown away as lumber, I suppo[se], by the c[oa]chmakers’ men, who th[ou]ght

‘antiattrit[io]n better worth – I oft[e]n th[ou]ght of you among the high alps of Savoy, and wish[e]d you were w[i]th me –

‘wh[a]t sketch[in]g for Louisa! Gi[ve] my love to h[e]r – I shall alw[a]ys feel ver[y] m[u]ch interest[e]d for you both; and

‘bel[ieve] me, my d[ea]r Charlotte, y[ou]r ver[y] sincere and affect[iona]te fr[ie]nd A. [Anne] Lister – my kind rememb[rance]s to Miss Hyriott’ –

w[e]nt d[o]wn to br[eak]f[a]st at 11 1/4 and s[e]nt off th[e]n by Geo[rge] my let[ter] to ‘Mrs. Lawton the Rev[eren]d M. Miller’s Scarborough’ –

br[eak]f[a]st – Mr. Parker s[e]nt the lease of ‘Lidgit’ to Mr. Lamplengh Wickham Hird for A- [Adney] to r[ea]d ov[e]r – she r[ea]d it al[ou]d to me –

the game reserv[e]d as in my leases - on[l]y allow[e]d to ha[ve] 7DW. und[e]r plough – penalty ��10 p[e]r DW. - n[o]t to cut or

prune timb[e]r – 34DW. - n[o]t to und[er]let exc[ept] w[i]th writ[ten] leave – Rent £100, term 10 y[ea]rs – asleep 1/2 h[ou]r – at my desk at 1 5/..

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wr[ote] my no[te] to C. St[uar]t and at 2 1/2 h[a]d writ[ten] so far of today, and h[a]d fold[e]d and seal[e]d up in envelope my no[te]

4 p[ages] of 1/2 sh[ee]t to ‘The Lady St[uar]t de Rothesay’ enclos[in]g in the sa[me] my no[te] to ‘the hon[oura]ble Miss Stuar]t’

and enclo[e]d th[e]se and my no[te] to ‘The hon[oura]ble L[ad]y St[uar]t Whitehall’ und[e]rcov[e]r to ‘Lord St[uar]t de Rothesay

3 Carlt[o]n h[ou]se terrace London’ – s[e]nt the ab[ov]e let[ter]s at 7 p.m. by Geo[rge] – A- [Adney] and I out at 2 3/4

to Brearley hill to meet Holt ab[ou]t gett[in]g wat[e]r for John Bott[omle]y and ab[ou]t sink[in]g pit to enab[le] me

to look aft[e]r Mr. Rawson – gett[in]g the wat[e]r will cost ab[ou]t £16 to £20 sink[in]g and driv[in]g at 3/. to 3/6 p[e]r y[ar]d

ab[ou]t 100 y[ar]ds – ord[ere]d th[i]s job to be advertis[e]d next week for lett[in]g as als[o] the pit sink[in]g – H- [Holt] th[in]ks

the pit will cost ab[ou]t 40/. p[e]r y[ar]d sink[in]g ab[ou]t 100 y[ar]ds deep to the low[e]r bed – saw the place n[ea]r the

upp[e]r gateway just ab[ov]e Conery wood in the Park farm well f[iel]d – w[i]th a sm[all] fire engine m[i]ght

get coal th[e]re for man[y] y[ea]rs – eas[il]y road[e]d al[on]g the f[ee]t of Bairstow, out just bel[ow] Whiskum cot[tage]

int[o] the new bank to H[alifa]x – pit to be oblong 8ft. x 5.4 .:. ab[ou]t n[o]t qui[te] s[ai]d S. W. [Samuel Washington] tonight, 5 sq[uare]

y[ar]ds stuff will co[me] out at each y[ar]d depth of sink[in]g – 5 x 100 = 500 y[ar]ds of stuff cart[in]g d[o]wn

to the f[ee]t of the wall oppos[i]te the h[ou]se = ab[ou]t £20 – the wat[e]r of dirt band (36 y[ar]ds band) and four-

-score y[ar]ds band to be gath[ere]d up in sink[in]g and turn[e]d the conery clough separ[atel]y or n[o]t to the h[ou]se –

H- [Holt] s[ai]d the coal w[oul]d sell at 8d. at the pits’ m[ou]th – and [no] turnip[ke] to H[alifa]x w[oul]d ma[ke] a penny

a load diff[eren]ce – Rawson sells at 9 1/2d. in the town – we sh[oul]d sell at 9d. – w[oul]d av[era]ge 5 1/2 corves

or loads p[e]r sq[uare] y[ar]d – 20 loads or one score w[oul]d sell for 13/4 at the pits mouth –

 gett[in]g  .   .                             4.6        13.4 – 8 = 5/4                                        say 1s.3d. p[e]r sq[uare] y[ar]d profit .:.

pull[in]g and bank[in]g              2.6      

                                                              say 3d. p[e]r load profit                          1 ac[re] or 4840 y[ar]ds = £242+ £60.10s.0d.

Tools                                          1.0      

Taxes                                          8.0     or 1/4 1/2 p[e]r sq[uare] y[ar]d profit                                              = £302 p[e]r ac[re]

 fr[om] Brearley hill A- [Adney] met me at Whiskum cot[tage] – th[e]nce d[o]wn the o[ld] b[ank] to H[alifa]x to the Bowling

foundry for fire-grates for n[or]th parl[ou]r n[or]th ch[ambe]r and tentr[oo]m – th[e]n to Miss Hebden’s – good acc[oun]t

of Charlotte Booth – th[e]n to Whitley’s – br[ou]ght ho[me] vol[ume] 3 [octavo] Lyell’s geol[og]y and Busby’s Journ[a]l am[on]g

the viney[ar]ds of Spain and Portug[a]l – and pamphl[e]t by Jo[h]n Travers on the Tea duties – th[e]n to Thorps’

ab[ou]t acorns and plant[in]g sett[in]g Bairstow w[i]th th[e]m – ho[me] up t he o[ld] b[ank] at 6 55/.. – din[ner] at 7 – coff[ee] – h[a]d

Washington – noth[in]g to be made of Mrs. Machin ab[ou]t the sale of h[e]r 11DW. of coal – b[u]t

W- [Washington] told he w[oul]d call ag[ai]n on Sat[urday] – A- [Adney] and I sat talk[in]g and read[in]g the newspap[e]r Geo[rge] br[ou]ght

b[a]ck th[i]s ev[enin]g – w[i]th my a[un]t fr[om] 9 3/4 to 10 3/4 – wr[ote] all b[u]t the 3 first lines of th[i]s p[age] till 11 1/2 p.m.

at w[hi]ch h[ou]r F[ahrenheit] 59 1/2° in my study – ver[y] fine day – no[te] fr[om] Mr. Wilkins[o]n Heath to say the front pew in the north gall[er]y nearest to the west gall[er]y was at lib[ert]y rent 1 guin[ea] a y[ea]r

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JFKLDSDLJSK thank u for calling tht messy set sexy i owe u my life miss luna my wife my beloved <3

ioOIJFDOI i went to bed RIGHT before you sent this pls MUAH it’s v sexy as your sets always are miss iri my wife my beloved <333

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Prophecy - Chapter Nine

hello!! updating this quicker than I expected but i’m excited for this again so here we go,,, i’m gonna try scheduling this one too so that’s fun. hope u enjoy xx

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Needless to say, passing your alchemy exam proved a far more difficult task than you had initially anticipated.

No wonder why Yeosang had failed it five times.

You're sat in Yeosang's garden, perched on one of the benches placed against the wall of the house. The winding path through the woods is around a hundred metres ahead of you, and you often find yourself staring amoungst the tree trunks, wondering what could be lurking there.

You knew nothing could attack you on Yeosang's land; he had cast a protective charm over the entire area, so even if he wasn't here, you remained safe.

Although, grumbling at the exam paper in your lap, you half wished a griffin would come barrelling through the forest and tear you into shreds with it's deadly claws.

You're convinced it would be less painful than the questions on this exam.

What is the purpose of bloodmoss?  you read Yeosang's scruffy print, having been forced to get accustomed with his unintelligable handwriting.

"Oh, this is easy," you murmur to yourself, picking up your quill and scribbling your answer down quickly.

'Bloodmoss is used to create Vitriol.' you scrawl. 'Vitriol is used to dissolve certain substances.' You nod to yourself, proud that you seem to be doing fairly well, despite how challenging Yeosang made your test. You're convinced he did it on purpose.

With a sigh, you turn the page and gratefully, you lay your eyes on the final question. That is, until you read it.

It doesn't even seem to be a question, nor is it written in Yeosang's usual hand. In fact, it appears to be from a book, the ink faded at the edge of the pages from people thumbing through the whole volume.

But why was there a single page mixed in with your alchemy exam?

'Beserkers' is written at the top of the page in a large, bold print.

'Originating from the North, Beserkers are believed to have roots in powerful bear cults. Members of these cults are typically warriors, of whom are thought to manifest the strength of the bears themselves and enter a fit of frenzy. These frenzies are wild in nature, often leaving the individual considerabley weaker once the effect has worn off. It is debated whether or not these Beserkers metamorphose into bea-'

"Have you finished your exam yet, Iris?" Yeosang voice plummets you back down to earth, causing you to jump in your seat and almost send your papers flying out of your grip.

"Yeah!" you gasp, holding them out to him and he takes them with a smile.

As he goes back inside to mark your test, you decide not to ask him about the loose page hiding in your exam. It clearly wasn't supposed to be there, so you come to the conclusion that Yeosang doesn't want you knowing about it. Truth be told, whatever those things were, they seemed dangerous anyway.

Yeosang finds you at the end of the garden a short while later, plucking daisies from the grass and knotting their stems together. He stands behind you, observing your creation of what he assumes will be a crown. You haven't noticed him yet, and he takes the moment to think.

He couldn't explain why he took you under his wing and trusted you immediately. There was just something about the way your two lonely souls happened to find one another that tugged at Yeosang's heart strings. He always was a sucker for sappy things like that.

He was glad to have a human friend, for a change. Somebody that he could talk to, and they would offer him actual conversation back. He enjoyed his role as your teacher too; they had told him being an advisor of the arts was a position he was destined for, they just hadn't factored in the fact he despised them and everything they stood for. Besides, he knew your knowledge of magic was minimal, if not almost non-existent. Meaning there were little to no dangers here, and he refused to have a repeat of last time.

"Hey, you." Yeosang calls out, cautious not to make you jump again. "Want your exam results?"

You spin around on the grass instantaneously, probably staining the seat of your (Yeosang's) borrowed breeches in the process. You leap up, jumping towards him.

"I did awfully, didn't I?" you chew on your bottom lip nervously, playing with the ends of the sleeves on your (Yeosang's) shirt.

"Congrats, my tiny student," he smiles. "On being the only person I know to have passed their alchemy exam on their very first try."

He hands you the papers and you gawk at the mark score that reads fifty out of fifty points at the top. You stand there, frozen, staring at the numbers.

"Well?" Yeosang asks. "Aren't you going to thank me for being the best alchemy teacher ever?"

You look up at him to see the fond expression he seems to have gotten comfortable wearing.

Deciding to play along, and maybe embarrass him a little, you sweep down into a full bow.

"Thank you!" you cry. "O' great master of alchemy! How ever would I have gained such knowledge without your guidance? May the gods bless your so-"

"Okay, okay! That's overkill." Yeosang laughs at your exaggerated performance, then he notices your daisy crown, abandoned on the ground where you were sitting.

He paces over to it and leans down to pick it up, and you watch him silently.

He crumples the flowers up into his palm, and closes his eyes.

A couple of seconds pass, and Yeosang's eyes flutter open, his irises burning a dandelion yellow. He turns to you, then opens his palms, leaving you in awe.

The daises you had picked, were tiny and snowy white, wrinkled and bearing few petals. But the daises Yeosang was presenting were gorgeous; each flower had grown to the size of roses, blooming proudly in the mage's hands.

Yeosang places the daisy crown on your head, and steps back to admire his work.

"Well done," he smiles softly. "I'm proud of you."

You can only give him back a wide grin, loving the sunshine yellow glow Yeosang's flowers leave against your hair.

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"So, where does this astrolomer guy live?" you ask Yeosang a few days later during lunch.

"Astrologer." he corrects you, handing you a sandwich and a bowl of sliced apples.

"Yeah, that one."

Now that you had officially earned a beginner's alchemy qualification, Yeosang was content on making progress with the messy situation you had gotten him into.

"He lives just outside of Yirelia," he answers. "It'll take us a day or two to get there, so we'll have to rest at a village inn or something."

You nod and chew your food slowly, nerves already beginning to set in. You'd never travelled anywhere before, and you knew that with Yeosang by your side, you would be safe; he'd never let anything happen to you. But still, you couldn't help but feel a little nauseous.

"So, how come this astrolomer owes you a favour?" you ask, ignoring Yeosang rolling his eyes at you getting the stranger's profession wrong once again.

"Astrologer," he corrects you one more time, and you don't know why he bothers. "And I saved his life once. Us outcasts stick together."

"Outcast? Is he a mage too?"

"Not quite." Yeosang doesn't elaborate, so you take it as an unspoken hint to stop asking questions, and eat.

The blonde mage bustles about the house for the rest of the day, gathering ingredients and bundling them into pouches, collecting bottles of brewed potions and lining them inside his satchel and packing clothes and food into a smaller, leather bag for you to carry.

"Do we really need all this?" you question him, surveying the small vial of yet another restoration potion he was clutching in his palm.

"Probably not," he tells you honestly. "But you never know when one of these little beauties could come in handy!"

You just nod, deciding to go along with his plan. You do that a lot with Yeosang, you noticed; just taking his words and concluding that he knows best in every situation. Perhaps for your own character it would be better to question him at times, but deep down you knew that without Yeosang's guidance you'd probably be buried six feet under in the Ateez graveyard.

No, they wouldn't have even buried you, they probably would have just thrown your body into the sea. Yeosang's ideas were (probably) better than that, so you opt to keep your mouth shut and assist him with the packing.

The next morning, you set off, you clad in a seaweed green shirt and tight, black breeches. Yeosang had once again altered some of his old clothing for you to wear. If his mage work fell through, you think he'd make a spectacular tailor.

Yeosang looks great (as usual), dressed in his typical white shirt and brown trousers, paired with a sweeping, wine red coat which has sleeves hiding most of his hands.

"That coat makes you look like a pirate." you muse aloud to him. You see a hint of offense strike his face, but he recovers quickly, grabbing his satchel and slinging it over his shoulder.

"Maybe I want to look like a pirate." he sniffs and turns away from you, marching off and starting your journey.

You hurry to catch up with him, having to increase your pace to keep in time with his brisk pacing.

"So... we're just walking?" you question.

"Yes." Yeosang replies shortly.

"Right."

You wrinkle your nose; you'd hoped that he'd be a little more talkative but it seemed that when the mage had a goal, he was very determined to get it done. Or perhaps he had finally concluded he was in fact pissed off with you for getting him into a situation that required him to walk for two days straight?

"Do you wanna play a game?" you suddenly blurt.

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"I spy with my little eye, something beginning with... T!"

"Tree?" you guess Yeosang's attempt at playing your game immediately.

"How are you so good at this?" Yeosang pouts; you've deciphered his hint on every single one of his turns so far, and you can't even tell how long it's been since you started. Time is an illusion when you're walking.

"Because there's nothing around us except for trees!" you yell. "What else could 'T' possibly be?!"

Yeosang falls silent at your outburst and carries on walking.

A while passes with the two of you in silence, and the guilt begins to creep in. You shouldn't have gotten mad at Yeosang, but he'd spied trees at least six times already and it really was getting frustrating.

After deliberating for a few moments, to plan your apology to Yeosang. The game was your suggestion, after all, and it wasn't fair for you to snap at him.

"I'm sor-"

"There's a small town nearby," Yeosang cuts you off. "We can rest there for a bit and get something to eat."

The moment for you to apologise passes, and you can tell by how Yeosang refuses to meet your eye that you've upset him. You mutter a quiet agreement and you both carry on your way.

You silently pray that the town wasn't too far away, the tense atmosphere becoming too much for you to handle and the guilt weighs heavy on your shoulders. Yeosang was good to you. more than good, in fact. He had literally saved your life, fixed you up and tapped into your hidden potential to be more than just some common thief, of course, he wasn't aware of your past, or indeed anything about your life from before you washed up just outside his back garden. But he still hadn't asked for any information regarding your former identity. Maybe it simply wasn't important to him? After all, the past was the past and what was most important was the present. Yeosang didn't seem the type to dwell on the 'before', instead focusing on the 'now'. In a way, you were grateful for it; you didn't want to think about his reaction if he discovered you were in fact a minor criminal.

Luckily, Yeosang brings you to the doors of what you assume to be a tavern, the hanging sign outside the door reading 'The Golden Treasure' in bold, professional lettering. However, the small crowd of drunks hanging around the entrance suggested this was a far from professional establishment.

You look up at Yeosang questioningly, and he responds with a shrug of his shoulders and a quick signal for you to stick close to him.

As usual, you cling to the mage's side like a lost child, gripping the side of his red coat so tightly you're concerned your knuckles will rip through your skin.

The two of you keep your sights fixed on the doors, avoiding all possible eye-contact with the drunks whose intoxicated yelling was quickly escalating into a fist fight.

Yeosang rapidly whisks you up the steps and towards the door of the tavern to get you as far away from the men as quickly as he can.

"Jongho!" one of the men slurs. "Leave it man! It's not worth wasting your time on!" you witness a stocky, well-built young man with an oddly round, grizzly brown haircut be hauled back by another man much smaller than himself. It's a wonder how he can even tug the obviously stronger man away from his rival, but something tells you this isn't the first time he's had to do it.

Already through the threshold of the inn, you aren't able to watch the angry young man's response, but a shrill yelp of pain and the sound of a body colliding harshly with the ground tells you all you need to know.

Yeosang steers you by the shoulders up to the barkeeper to inquire about rooms, and you take the chance to study the inn.

You'd never been inside a tavern before, the swarms of drunk folk loitering outside the building at night a clear reason for you to stay clear, but on the interior, you found it to be strangely comfortable.

It was a large, dim room with minimal light coming from the roaring fire situated opposite the door. Sturdy tables and less sturdy benches fill up the center of the room, empty goblets and playing cards strewn across the tabletops in an untidy fashion; perhaps the ruckus outside was the result of a card game gone awry.

On the far right was a staircase leading up, to where you presumed the rooms for travellers and the like were.

The whole room was highlighted by the familiar warm glow from the hearth, and your worries started to settle again, laying themselves to sleep like the exhausted people meters above your head. You feel the comfortable heat from the warm seep through your body, beginning at your fingertips and sliding underneath your skin. Even surrounded by dangerous strangers, you've oddly never felt more at home. There was something about being around Yeosang that just made you feel like you belonged. Like you and him were two pieces of a puzzle you'd spent years trying to figure out how to piece together. But now that you'd finally managed to get them to fit, you realised there was something missing. There were other pieces to the puzzle, but they were scattered around the box, and they were all painted pitch black; you had no idea which piece was which, or which piece you needed next. 

Still, you were content being at Yeosang's side. You were learning quickly, but he had noticed your appetite for knowledge growing rapidly, and truthfully, he feared it. He could sense an untapped potential in you, he'd seen similar before and it had never ended well.

He was adamant that he wouldn't let the same happen to you, even if it killed him.

"Come on Iris," Yeosang snaps you out of your thoughts, motioning to the stairs. "up you go."

Fatigue suddenly setting in, you gladly shuffle yourself up the stairs and collapse onto the bed face first.

"Move over, you lump." Yeosang whines, pushing you to the end of the bed, to which you respond with a pained groan. 

"You're so cruel!" you cry, sitting up and frowning at him. "You could've hurt me doing that!"

"If I wanted to hurt you," he raises an eyebrow at you. "you'd know about it."

You ignore his threat and turn your head around the room, surveying the simple, wooden decor; a tattered book shelf, a plain desk and accompanying chair, a few, worn and rusty storage chests and the bed Yeosang was currently lounging on

."Yeosang," you pipe up, only just realising. "There's only one bed."

He pulls himself up, peering up at you through sleepy eyes

."I don't care." he murmurs, flinging himself back down with a thump.

"Well, I do!" He brings himself back up slowly, like a vampire rising from his coffin after being awaken from a century long sleep. His eyes are half-closed and you think he might actually be asleep already.

"Then sleep on the floor."

"Why do you get the bed? That's not fair!"

"I'm older, I have more joint pain than you." he deadpans. "Also, I saved your life."

"You can't keep using that against me..." you grumble, but collect a few blankets from the bed and snatch them up, creating a make-shift bed on the floor. The wooden floor isn't exactly the height of comfort, but with a roof over your head and a crackling fire just downstairs, you can't really complain. 

Cuccooning yourself in the blankets, you try and fall asleep. But you find yourself staring at the ceiling, thinking of everything and nothing to the soundtrack of Yeosang's snoring. Your mind wanders to the stranger who owes Yeosang a favour, you wonder what his name is, what they look like. Yeosang had called them an 'outcast', like him, but also said he wasn't exactly a mage either. So you didn't know what to expect. Life kept throwing these things at you, probably to keep you on your toes. It was overwhelming, if you were being honest; having spent all of your life up until this point mainly fending for yourself and never venturing outside of the city you grew up in, to suddenly travelling across the country with a random, magic man who's beach you almost died on.

Your eyes grow heavier as you lose yourself in your thoughts, and you're almost grasped by the clutches of sleep, until an abrupt growling from outside whips your eyes open, and you bolt upright.

"Did you hear that?" you whisper to Yeosang.

"It's just a bear." He mumbles in response, making you jump slightly because you thought he was still asleep

."A bear?"  you hiss."I know," he says sarcastically. "Un-bear-lieveable."

You retrieve one of your pillows and launch it at his figure, smirking triumphantly when he grunts in surprise.

"That was a terrible joke." you complain and bury yourself back into your improvised bed.

"Whatever," Yeosang yawns. "just go to sleep, we'll be meeting the astrologer tomorrow so you need to rest."

Finally deciding to listen to the mage, you squeeze your eyes shut tightly in hopes you'll fall asleep quickly. Luckily, you do just that, sleeping peacefully and dreaming about the bear in the forest outside. He's wounded, bleeding heavily from a nasty gash on his neck and panting in pain. You reach out to help him, but of course it's just a dream; he'll be okay. You hope.

Chapter Ten

(as always, if u enjoyed pls leave some love! it rlly helps me out)

[psyncin-in-the-restrain]

Earlier today, I said I was going to explain my canon divergent Saito and why Date and Saito are considered completely different people in the main verse. I decided to try and do a compact version of the story, which means I’m going to be either exaggering parts or making some parts sound extremely stupid.

This is just the events before the main game’s story. I’ll definitely compile multiple posts about this because of how lengthy these will get, but this is just the beginning.

Oh, and there’s mature stuff in here, like gore and whatever. So fair warning (not really fair. It’s unfortunately quite general, because I’m trying to keep it clean for the kiddos).

SPOILERS UNDER THE READ MORE CUT

Saito Sejima (the boi I play) is born with his brain not producing enough oxytocin as the average human. Which means if you want to get freaky with him, he’s going to punch you.

He lost his mom when he was born, so his dad is probably going to find a new girl to knock up. So his dad found Manaka Iwai and they had Iris.

Saito didn’t appreciate his dad loving another woman, so he stabbed Manaka multiple times. At least Hitomi and Renju (two friends of Manaka who will be important later) took Iris in before Manaka died.

So Sejima (yeah, his dad’s name is So. What of it.) got Rohan Kumakura (some mafia boss) to hide Manaka’s body. Before burying her, Rohan thought Manaka had pretty eyes and decided to keep her right eye.

Saito: SO WHO WANTS TO TALK ABOUT MURDER?

Rohan: Can I keep their right eyes?

Saito: Of course you can, you sick bastard! :D

Rohan: That’s Cyclops Serial Killer to you.

Saito: Ok boomer.

Enter Hayato Yagyu, a damn good detective with a hella voice that I bet you helps him stay on the government’s good list cause he’s a detective by day and an assassin by night. And whenever he’s convicted, he just has to talk and everyone swoons him not guilty.

Rohan: I heard you talkin’ shit, son. Work for me. I’ll even call you Falco to make you sound cool.

Yagyu: Okay.

Hitomi: *exists* Uw U

Yagyu: Well damn

Rohan: Fuck that. Kill her and her daughter

Shizue, aka Boss: Like hell he will. PSYNC WITH ROHAN AND SWITCH BODIES TO LEAVE YOUR OLD LIFE OF CRIME, FALCO.

Yagyu, aka Falco: //Naked Snake voice/ Got it, Boss.

Falco!Rohan, Rohan inside Falco’s body: YOU’LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE, COPPAHS //runs away/ NOW TO TAKE HITOMI’S EYE

Rohan!Falco, Falco inside Rohan’s body: gdi //shoots Hitomi’s arm/

Hitomi: Ow //gracefully falls to the ground/

Boss: TIME TO ARREST A MOTHERFUCKER

Rohan!Falco: You mean Saito?

Saito: Not if I arrest you first.

Rohan!Falco: How the hell did you do that?!

Saito: Now switch bodies with meeeeeeeee

Saito!Falco: That’s not how vibe checks work. //RUNS AWAY/

Rohan!Saito: FUCK

Boss: You okay, Falco? Saito!Falco: I’m... sorry?

Boss: Just kidding. You’re Kaname Date.

Saito!Falco, aka Kaname Date: Oh, okay cool.

Pewter: This is Aiba. She’s going to be able to kick your brain if you don’t get along.

Date: Sounds like my kind of gal.

Rohan!Saito: Ugh. Lame. They thought I’m crazy. SHOKO, SWITCH BODIES WITH ME.

Shoko: lol wut

Shoko!Saito: Neat, I have breasts.

Rohan!Shoko: //SCREAMS and suicides off building/

Shoko!Saito: Hey Renju, wanna see my breasts?

Renju: It’s not like I haven’t seen them before.

Renju!Saito: lol thank you //stabs/

Shoko!Renju: //dies/

Renju!Saito: Time for REVENGE

[legionmaster001]

My second and maybe, just maybe last post, as editing in the Tmblur app is still hell. This one still goes for @bl00dalchemist​’s characters, wich I love and owe a ton of inspiration.

I insist that this is not the kind of story that fits with them. However, I seriusly need to do this right, for the demons, for the bastard himself.

Again, I hope you all enjoy it.

The Black Death

“A dense mist engulfed the portuary town of Sicily as a dirty withe chariot aproached from the Northside one fatidic morning of October. The horses that pulled it looked sick, with their whinny resounding through the souls of those who first saw them like the pleads of a dying men, the rhymt of their gallop confessed the bad omens they carried in tounges that no one could speak. The sun wasn’t coming out that day, as even it cowered to the darkness that acompained the chariot.

—Aye! Aye! —exclaimed the charioteer, coughing and whipping his horses with his famelic arms and an old wip.

The mist stopped as the chariot did, like if it were a simple passanger itself. Near the entrance of the town, under the few houses that went to the end of the town and a sign of putrefacted wood and worn out letters, the real passager got out, saying not a single word to the poor looking driver before giving him a fist of herbs and a small sheet of paper.

—I owe you my life, sir —claimed the charioter, thankful and trustful.

—You shall pay me soon, then… —whispered the young man as he turned around, willing to travel what path was left to his destination on foot.

Only the sound of footsteps and the clicking sound of a wooden cane could be heard, as the townsfolk that stayed in their homes and businesses observed the withe haired but young foreigner with suspicion and intrigue. The man, with his black clothes, stiff cane and leather bag, never stared back. He was the doctor that the town needed, and he wasn’t in humor to humilliate the peasants that day.

—Maybe it’s too late… —Wondered the Doctor, scratching his withe beard. 

Almost running through the streets he directed himslef to the city’s port, guided by no one. Promptly he arrived to the dock, where rotting carcasses of the hanged still moored with rope around their necks. Ships of all sizes slowly swung, exhibiting like the corpses of the condemned. But the one that was supposed to soon touch land was an emissary of death was about unload a terrible charge; a Plague. 

His superiors had heard about it long before, and terrified predicted a wave of death and decay so great that it might as well be the end of all men. A disease so terrible that made the greatest Imperium of the world quail, that cared not about the children of god, killing everyone in its path, and transformed the deserts of the East in black seas, making all the Crusades look like a simple bar fight, and leaving piles upon piles of corpses, tall enough to cover the light of the morning sun.

—He is here!

—It can’t be.

—Just in the right moment.

The people that had gathered among the docks welcomed the Doctor with most expectation and joy. The strange man was a light of hope in their eyes, as the dim light of the early sun was completely covered by the mist of the morning, that with the help of the cloud that the Doctor carried, claimed the town for themselves. 

—What is happening here, my friend? —Asked the Doctor to the nearest man, putting his best smile. However, fear started to grow inside him as he realized that he already knew what was the problem.

—Ships came, the mariners look so sick, we’d never seen something like that! —Answered the man with nothing but fear in his eyes.

The Doctor walked to the sick mariners, seemingly calm, with only a few corageous enough and the constant feeling of having the spirits of the hanged swirling in the mist, to accompany him. Dead flesh by fingers and tumors as big as apples adorning their necks; the mariners had what was soon to be known as the Black Death. Such sight deeply affected the Doctor, that feared they wouldn’t survive enough to be played with, and make the townsfolk help them arrive to a church. He had more important things to do in the main ship, and as so, giving the excuse of finding a cause to such an horrible illness, he went alone. The folk cheered such an heroic behavior, for the Doctor was about to enter the guts of the beast.

He wandered to the insides of the ship, slowly revealing his nature: skin gray as ashes of the dead, theet and claws sharp and short as daggers to eviscerate, a tail that moved elegantly over the ground, and horns long and curved in a beautiful but simple way, with black ends. The demon Doctor finally was free, as he both rejoiced and shivered at the results of the Black Death; mariners abandoned still alive, drowning in their own vomited blood, corpses filled to the brim with tumors, and at the end of it all, a rotten, destroyed last corpse of what seemed to be a rather small and young man roughly dressed as a Eastern Companion Lady. It was of a unnatural pinkish color, from hair to inners, including the skin. It’s odor was strangely sweet.

—Not even the rats would claim this one… —Said the Doctor, poking the rotten corpse with his cane, not impressed with the weirdness of the body. A expression of disgust was on his face.

—But you can, it’s not that expensive —answered the supposed corpse in a sweet tone, or at least the sweetest it could do with its vocal cords so damaged.

—What in the bloody name of lord Baal…?

The now somewhat alive youngster extended a tounge like a venomous serpent, wich slowly coiled around the Doctor’s cane in a unsuccessful attempt to look somewhat provocative. The Doctor looked at him with mistrust, as he didn’t want another demon on his lands, even less one that could put in risk his entire career. But something called the attention of the Doctor: the young, rotten, blighted and lustful demon had glittering eyes with a strange beauty on them. The Doctor stared at them, almost forggoting for what he was there. Something was deeply wrong with its irregular and dead green iris and yellow sclera, but it wasn’t any kind of magic.

—Who the hell are you and what is your business here? —Asked the Doctor as politely as his word enabled him to be, snapping out of his trance and pulling his cane out of the mouth of the living corpse, ripping its tounge— I just cleaned this thing…

—My name is Gillian, and I am a humble Satan’s servant like you —said Gillian after he grew another tounge— born in holy land like you, ended up in the west, where Lord Belcebub gave me his most recent toy. Really not my type, but kinky, I must admit.

—Go to the point —The Doctor was quickly losing his scarce patience.

—Whatever you say, big boy. I was taken by those called Mongols in an invasion, they used me and threw me to the walls of a city —Gillian stopped to whisper, curses or compliments, it didn’t matter to the Doctor —, and I came with the merchants that ran from the war, and here you have me. So, do you want me to…?

The Doctor interrupted Gillian, tapping the wooden planks with his cane. The smug and peaceful expression with wich he entered the ship was again in his face. He Scratched his beard again, meditating about the situation. Before speaking he put on a small pair of reading glasses.

—I want you to leave. Now! —Shouted the Doctor, clearly mad. Fur od the same grey of his skin slowly spreaded around his body as it grew taller and demonic in form— I can’t afford to lose all my potential patients because of your pestilence!

The horns of the Doctor were about to break the ceiling when a flame materialized between them, taking the form of a shining crown.

—You don’t sound like a doctor at all —said Gillian, carefree and rather relaxed, almost like if he enjoyed the anger proyected at him, and unable to see.

—I am, but I have no enough hands, nor patience to amputate all this people, it wouldn’t even be fun anymore —The Doctor turned around, ready to leave. The boy didn’t whort the risk of beign discovered that soon— I am not the only one that will get damaged by this situation, so is better if you swim back to the East.

—I will see what I can do, hotstuff, but, sure u’ don’t want some of this? —Gillian lifted his leg, showing off what was left of it before it fell, leaving nothing but a small pool of black mush.

—Never in my 1,369 years of life have I been so horrified…

—It is not the last time you’ll say that, I bet —Gillian chuckled.

Breathing deep the Doctor started to leave, thinking of ways to actually save some lifes before the plage started to get worse. His demonic form disipated with the mist of the outside, letting the sun light enter through the few holes in the ship and hit both demons.

—Anyway, before you leave, what is your name? —Asked Gillian, trying to slowly cralw.

—Kinto —Was the only answer.

Gillian stopped in his tracks, now looking at Kinto under the sun light, he knew the name, everyone did. Kinto was the demon that singlehandedly transformed part of the Holy Order of Knights of the Hospital of Saint John of Jerusalem from loyal and godfearing warriors to an encrazed cult that practiced surgery on the child of the christian and muslim alike in the chaos of the damned cruzades, and the demon who made his golden earrings from the crosses of the Templar fallen heroes. All despite of being all but a warrior demon.

One last time Kinto looked behind, to see the pink son of the wither, angrier than ever, not for his actions and indiference, but because he felt a kind of warmth that no scream, bloody murder or great payment had given to him, all when looking at those rotten, glittering eyes.

In that cold morning Kinto, the cruel image of the sadism dressed as men of medicine, the corruption of those to swore protect, cure and save, met both the factor and the person that would end his current life, and forever change his eternal one, just like the world itself”.

Omfg I realized how many errors of all kinds I commited. I am so sorry. I don’t feel like a Fan anymore.

For those to made it to the end despite it beign just a slightly improved version; a trillion thanks.

[illia-ast]

[34]Music Meme: Illia

THE RULES:

You have to randomize, so no hand-picked theme songs! [Break the rule if you want though, because why leave this stuff to chance??]

Copy the text and post as your own! DON’T REBLOG! Give it some pizzaz! Grab a screenshot! Have fun with this~

Tag meeeee [@myymsaetayuun] [please?] so I can see the wonderful music that you all connect with your characters! I absolutely love seeing all the inspirations that everyone has out there. I also really love music!

It’s 34 prompts long. Why? I dunno, it seemed like a cool number to stop. Also, they have no rhyme or reason to the order to facilitate the shuffle effect! If you have more to add, ADD THEM! Go wild! Now then, let’s get started:

[[I didn’t want to handpick so this will be... terribly not IC for her at all. I don’t remotely have a playlilst for/about her and my jumble of music... really isn’t suited for her lol]]

Illia Astraea

1. How the world sees them

Florence + The Machine - I'm Not Calling You Liar (DA 2 Version)

2. A song to play on a good day

Dark On Me - Starset ( ( Oh no it’s sad. ; - ; ) )

3. What acquaintances and the random person thinks of them

Halestorm - Do Not Disturb ( ( *eyes emoji* w a t ) )

4. A song for those who want them [sexually]

Nothing More - Go To War ( ( *squints* ) )

5. When they make others happy

Utada Hikaru - Don’t Think Twice

6. When they are happy

Apocalyptica  - Broken Pieces ( ( Oh no another sad match. ; - ; ) )

7. A theme for a life goal

Rescue Me (How The Story Ends) · Kerrie Roberts ( ( *cries* Why is it putting so many sad things on her. ) )

8. Giving bad advice

Written By Wolves - Explode ( ( This one... isn’t that bad actually. ) )

9. Giving good advice

12 Stones - World So Cold ( ( This one... also isn’t that bad?) )

10. What they think their theme song is

Céline Dion - Ashes 

( ( *incoherent sobbing* ) )

11. Their funeral song

Everybody Wants To Rule The World · Lorde ( ( ... kind of... weird for funeral, but alright.) )

12. What everyone else thinks is their theme song

State of Mine - Rise ( ( ACTUALLY, I like this match up. ♥ ) )

13. When they see someone they love

Nero - Into The Night ( ( Oh goodness... this is actually a pretty good match up too. ) )

14. When they are having a bad day

Three Days Grace - Never Too Late ( ( This is also a good fit. OOC This song is very dear to me and I’m glad it’s on this list in a... not too painful spot lol ) )

15. A song about their life’s purpose

My Name (Wearing Me Out) - Shinedown ( ( I just... honestly, a lot of these are much more fitting for the burnt out WoL/WoD version instead of just the fluffy kitty. This list wants her to be full of angst and anger. ) )

16. When someone reminisces about them

Felix Cartal & LIGHTS - Love Me ( ( OKAY this kind of happy beat is fitting and more of the exact kind of feel her character is supposed to have. ) )

17. A song that might be constantly stuck in their head

Mihka! X Kyoto Black – Kodokushi (孤独死)  ( ( *wheezing because this is stuck in my head* ) )

18. A song someone might serenade them with

Ruelle - The Other Side ( ( Just... ow. ) )

19. A song they would serenade to someone else

DIAMANTE - Haunted ( ( I.... *sweats* not accurate but damn this match up. ) )

20. A song they might hum or sing along with

Killswitch Engage - The End Of Heartache ( ( PLEASE let me hear the tiny miqo singing along!! ) )

21. A song they would perform, or at least karaoke

Heaven in Hiding - Halsey ( ( *fans self* Okay, this... might actually be a good one for her performance-wise. ) ) 

22. A theme when they are in the general public

Gasoline - Halsey ( ( Two Halsey in a row but this one is painful. ) )

23. A theme for them in private

Battle Cry - Imagine Dragons ( ( Another painful one. D: ) )

24. A theme for their deepest desires

In For The Kill (Skream's Let's Get Ravey Remix) · La Roux 

25. Thinking back on a traumatic, sad, or unpleasant memory

Five Finger Death Punch - Wrong Side Of Heaven ( ( *incoherent sobbing* ) )

26. A song to their best friends

The Future Is Now · The Offspring

27. Waking up in the morning [Or night if they are nocturnal!]

Across The Line - Linkin Park ( ( SHE IS NOT THIS ANGRY ALSDGARGA ) )

28. Finally being able to fall asleep

Billie Eilish - Bury A Friend (Zeds Dead Remix) ( ( This.... is an interesting match. ) )

29. When they fall in love/lust

ZΛYDE WØLF feat. Ruelle - Walk Through The Fire ( ( Another interesting match and kind of fitting for her actually. ) )

30. Thinking back on a happy, serene, or pleasant memory

Halsey - Without Me ( ( Another sad match, why. D: ) )

31. A song to their family

Broken Iris - A New Hope ( ( For her birth family, o u c h ) )

32.  Dissociation music

Halsey - Control ( ( f i t t i n g goodness gracious. ) )

33. Manic music

State Of Mine - Killing Me ( ( *squint* ) )

34. A final theme that means everything to the character [it’s especially okay if you cheat for this one]

Starset - CARNIVORE ( ( This is the true random and damn. ) )

( ( I was going to add in a chosen song for her, but I don’t really have one in mind. The closest I could think of was this maybe? ) ) 

                         ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Thoughts: This was really fun! And a neat thing to do, even if most of it is far removed from her character. Would really fit better on a WoL/WoD that’s burnt out from all the stuff that’s happened. Thank you @thegildedgun for the tag! ♥

Your turn!

Tagging: @gildedandgolden @blood-of-the-dragons @a-sharlayan-abroad aanndd anyone reading this! ♥ I mean it!

[shitsha]

76 thots ahhhhhhhhhh

cin looks so good with black gloves ahhh what the FUCK we love a goth icon!! love the new bigger iris look too they look so good i love shinsha so much also they combed out their ahoge!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!a growing king! a queen of intelligence! that close up of thier 3/4 profile is GOD SENT! michealangelo wishes his twink statuses had what cin has!!! I swear my sinus is clearing up cin can summon metaphysical POSITIVE impacts to us and for that i am grateful im gonna do a frame by frame analysis later when my neurons stop firing at the speed of light! anyways i love shinsha so much they are so good looking but not only that cin is an observant intellect! they said keep them pieces separated! the strategy and brain power! the self-assertion!!!!!! the growth!!!!!!!!AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH SHINSHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA these 5 panels can last me thru 2019 thank you 

rude tile needs some milk are they like ok?? :( we love a feral doctor with unsterilized surgical instruments tho! very cool and fresh aesthetics (not irl tho hep b is NOT sexy)

bortz’ weapon choice is the epitome of weaponized bottomry we love it! also thank you ms ichikawa for cinnaboxing i owe u my life

i know ms ichikawa is going to change up cin’s look next time they show up but listen this version of cin is my fav everytime i see them they look better let me see them again in april pls i love you shinsha pls just guide me thru these shit times ichkawa lemme see them again in april 

[g-w-3-d-damn]

Tricky Treats and Torture Candy (Loki’s Naughty Candy Shop)  Part 8

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Loki combed his fingers through the silver hair at his temples and wrung the water from his dripping locks.  He took a few steps and collapsed nude on the clubhouse sofa.  A trio of lipstick-marked mannequins hurried inside, each waving an item of importance.  The first mannequin shimmied a new pair of stretchy, wide-hipped black leggings in front of Miss.  The second had a candy-striped drawstring apron for her.  The third held two items.  She egg-ecked excitedly as she waved the extra large t-shirt friendly bralette in front of miss. The first mannequin ran away, brought back a black belt.  The second ran away, brought back a soft cotton tee.  The third ran away and brought back an empty bodybag, to the horror of the other two.

The trio left Miss to dress herself, bounced excitedly around Loki's sleep-deprived naked body.

"What do you mean we're out of cherries?  I swear I brought enough to fill the entire order?  Argh, fine, I'll get us a refill," he said.

Loki and Miss descended the stairs with the flock of mannequins at their heels.  The mannequins pressed Loki toward the door.  He pushed back at the mannequins with a warning grunt and a wag of his fingers.

"Weigh yourself," Loki instructed Miss, "We can't open that door until we get your weight measured and recorded."

"But I'm dressed already," she protested.

"And you'll be wearing the same outfit most of the day, yes?  Record your weight.  Feel free to record that you were wearing clothes as well, but record your weight every two hours," he demanded.

She recorded her weight in the mirrored fitting room.  Loki peeked through the purple curtains, past the candy striped pillars of the shop, hopeful that Highness had not yet darkened the storefront with her shade.  Miss came from the fitting room.  Disappointment and apathy drenched her voice as she told Loki she'd weighed herself. Loki darted from the storefront with the empty body bag folded under his arm before she could tell him the scale's findings.  She sighed. The mannequins hugged her, brought her a Josta cola, and disappeared up the stairs.  The lights lit, the curtains rose, the store opened, and in walked Highness in bright cherry frills.

"You seem to have put on a few pounds since I last saw you," Highness intoned.

Miss shrugged.  Miss jerked her thumb towards the pallet of pink heart boxes.  Highness smiled, yet no crinkle formed at the corner of her eye.  Her cheeks did not rise.  Her iris did not twinkle.  Her white fake enamel teeth bared in insincerity.  She skewered her prize and left.  The door shut.  The bell remained as silent as Miss herself. Miss sighed and sipped her soda.

"I wonder what this would taste like with a few shots of Fireball," Miss said.

The gumball machine rattled, twisted out an Atomic Fireball for her.

"Um, thank you," she said.

She sucked on the red ball and sipped the glass Josta bottle in relative silence, in a vain attempt to process all the changes in her body. Two hours passed.  She felt heavier.  Her apron grew tighter.  She slipped off to weigh herself and discovered an extra 35 pounds from the previous hour.  She untied her apron, tied it again loosely.  She wondered if Loki had fallen asleep on his cherry run.  The bell above the door jingled in unfamiliar but urgent alarm.  Miss returned to her place behind the register, locked the filing cabinet, and set her keys in her front apron pocket with the pepperspray canister dangling out for quick access.  The door opened, and in walked the two thugs that accosted Miss in the dark grocery parking lot the night before.

"Oh fuck no," Miss said beneath her breath.  She looked up to the loft.  She saw the shadows of the mannequins stir to hostile life.

"Dude, they do look just alike, but that can't be her," the one in the red hat said.

"Must be her fat sister," the other said, "hey lady, do you have a skinny sister?"

She held the pepperspray canister firmly in her fist.

"I do not," Miss said.

"I thought you said this was a sex shop," said Red.

"It is a sex shop," said Other, "I've been here, they sell those dongs."

"Oh yeah?  Let's ask the fat lady.  Hey, fat lady, do you guys sell these?" Red asked.

Miss made a disgusted face as he plopped the dark cherry red U shaped double dong on the counter.

"No," Miss said, "We absolutely do not sell that product here, and you two need to leave."

"Aww, you a little squeamish?" Other said, "we're just trying to find out where this thing came from, and we'll leave you alone!"

"It's not ours.  Get lost."  Miss growled.

The U shape dong vibrated at a pitch that matched Miss' growl.  She peeked down at it and immediately back up to the eyes of the thugs. "And get that off my counter," she demanded.

"I don't have to listen to you," Other said.

"Hey, look at this!" Red said, "it's our dear president!  You guys makin' money off my president?"

"Well, it's a pinata, so..." she said.

"What's that funny Mexican word you just said?"

"I don't owe you an explanation," Miss said, "but, for your own good, get out of my store.  I won't tell you again."

"No I think you said that this is a pin- yacht- tee.  One of those things you beat, and candy comes out of it," Other said.

Red ripped open the presidential pinata, shook both halves, and threw them to the ground.  Miss sighed.  She raised her pepperspray, and the bell jingled.  The door flew open with a crash.  The idiots turned to see Loki.  The afterglow had faded from his pale face.  The sleepless dark spots beneath his eyes circled up to his faded eyeliner.  He strode toward them.  His sinister visage left no room to believe him capable of any tolerance for further nonsense.  The two thugs stared at the bodybag in his arms.  Thick red goo dripped from the bag and splattered against the carpet.  Loki bared his teeth in a malevolent, feral grin.

"Would you believe it's strawberry milkshake?" Loki hissed.

Red grabbed the other by the sleeve and pulled him away from Loki and out the door at a run.  The bell jingled happily as the door shut and bolted itself for the evening closing ceremony.  Miss put her pepperspray away.

Miss said, "Those were the guys from last night that Thor-"

"I know," Loki said, “Where is Thor and a shovel when you really need him?”

He laid the bodybag on the counter.  Miss' face twitched.

"I should have told you that they put a used dong on the counter before you sat that down," she said.

"I'm sure it'll be fine," Loki said.

He started for the stairs so he could finally get some sleep.

"But, where did it go?" Miss asked, "can you check the security footage to see if they took it with them?"

"Not if I don't have to," Loki said.

A vibration from inside the bodybag caused Loki to clench his fists.

"Oh no," Miss said, "you know it's the one that Highness wanted in cherry red, right?"

Loki huffed.  He turned heel to toe and marched back to the cherries, intent on grabbing the U shaped dong and tossing it straight out the door.  He lifted the bodybag only to discover the buzz coming from inside the bag.  He unzipped the bag to discover a dark cherry red, plastic tail, waggling from the pile of cherries.  Loki and Miss exchanged glances.

"Uh, it didn't look like that before," said Miss.

Loki took hold of the flipping tail and pulled it.  A basset-hound-sized plastic dog in the same dark cherry-red plastic as the U shaped dong emerged from the cherry pit and woofed at Loki.

"Rocket? Rocket!" Loki squealed, "Oh what did that mean ol' witch do to you, huh boy?"

Loki hugged the buzzing plastic dog-mannequin and smooched it as it licked his face.  Miss held her hands out in shock and disgust.

"Ugh no no no don't do that you don't know where it's been! Ugh, gross!" Miss cried. "Miss, this is Rocket!  He's been missing for so long!  Oh poor thing, he's probably been trapped in that packaging for a long time.  No wonder we never could sell that dong.  Oh goodness!  And I kicked it!  Oh I'm so sorry, boy!" Loki stammered.

"Okay now seriously," Miss said, "we have to throw out these cherries.  Nobody can eat these."

"Oh relax, let Highness eat the butt-cherries, who the fuck cares," Loki said.

"Well... Okay, Highness can eat all the butt-cherries, but if you dip even one of those in the chocolate fountain or feed one to Thor I swear so help me..." Miss said.

"Did... Wait, pardon me for being sleepy, but you still call him Thor?  Even after you've slept with him?" Loki asked.

"Well, uh, um, yes?  Isn't that how we're supposed to talk to and about each other in here?" She said.

"Oh, yes, nobody uses their real names in here, but... Do you know his real name?" Loki inquired politely.

Miss stared at Loki without a response.  Loki laughed.

"Oh, you little slut, you don't, oh well," he said.

"Hey now, we just had sex in your hot tub and you don't know my real name," Miss said.

"Oh I do, it was on your application," Loki said.

Loki smiled.

"You don't know my real name, either," Loki said.

Miss took a deep breath.  She opened another Josta, settled into her stool.

"I'm not losing sleep over it," she said.

Loki rubbed his eyes.  Red cracks reached from each corner of each eye all the way to the iris in their sleep-deprived state.

"Rub it in why don't you," Loki complained.

"You started it," Miss said. "Fair enough.  C'mon boy, let's get you a bath!" Loki said.

"Yes, please for the love of fuck sterilize that mutt," Miss said, "and brush your teeth and gargle with bleach!"

"Oh whatever he got on him while he was out rutting about will come off when the cherry does," Loki said.

He took Rocket upstairs for a wash.  Miss heard the familiar sounds of dental care and of gargled mouthwash.  She was grateful that he took her suggestion, but also slightly concerned that Loki had potentially gargled actual bleach.  Miss sighed to herself, took the new, larger, candyapple red Tricky Treats polo to the fitting room.  She stripped out of her clothes and weighed herself, wrote down the number.  She looked at herself in the mirror and wept at the change.  She took a deep breath, told herself the candy shop was worth the changes, dressed herself, and stepped out to find Loki.  Rocket shook soap suds from his floppy plastic ears.  Rocket was now candyapple red, and Loki, though tired, looked very pleased with himself, until he saw the tears on Miss' face.

"What happened?" he asked, "I'm sorry, I know I should probably already know what's wrong, but I'm very sleepy."

"Oh, just, the guys, they scared me, and they called me fat," Miss said, "they didn't even recognize me as the same girl they were gonna violate.  Not that I wanted to be recognized, just..."

She wept.  Loki hugged her.  His minty breath smelled lovely, and not at all like misplaced red rocket thug cooties.

"I'm sorry you had to deal with them again," Loki said, "I can have them taken care of if that would make you feel safe."

"I don't feel like I deserve to feel safe," she said.

Loki drew his face away from her, but held his embrace.

"Why not?" he asked.

She shrugged.  She spoke between sobs.

"I've gained 70 pounds in two days, I lived in a homeless shelter, nobody cared, I'm getting so much sex and it's so confusing, I can't tell what I've done to deserve my good luck, or my bad luck, and nobody's ever truly safe, and I think they think I deserve to be vulnerable, and, I don't know why, but I think maybe they're right," she said.

Loki rolled his eyes, closed them, and sighed.

"That's a lot to unpack, but don't," he said, "whatever this fearful, despairing feeling is, it'll pass.  It can't live long in a place like this.  I'm going to track down the reason you're gaining weight and put a stop to it.  I'm going to make sure you stay safe and healthy.  I'm going to make sure you have everything you need, and I intend to make sure you have everything that a brave, ballsy woman like you deserves.  I'm going to deal with those hooligans so you do not have to worry about them ever again."

Loki's face dropped when his words did not cure Miss' broken sobs.  He felt suddenly off-balance, insecure, and wondered, in fear, why these promises were not enough to heal the situation.  He hugged her tightly.

"I'm going to need you to step inside the fitting room with me again, and weigh yourself," he said.

He pulled Miss to her feet with a gentle tug.  He led her toward the fitting room.  His long fingers snatched into the candy-condom bowl as they brushed past.  He opened the door to the fitting room and stepped inside with her.  She got on the scale and discovered she had not gained any further weight.  Loki rubbed her shoulders.  

"Will you take off your clothes?" Loki asked.  

She hesitated, then shrugged and undressed without ceremony.  She stood on the scale again and did not notice much change.  She stepped off and reached for her pile of clothing.  Loki took her hand.

"I meant, would you take off your clothes for me, not for your weight," he said.

She didn't look at him.  She could still see their reflection repeated to infinity no matter where she looked.

"I'm not going to pressure you," he said, "I want to see you feel good about yourself."

"Thanks, I guess," she said.

Loki closed his eyes in thought.

"What did I do that made you go from the winner of the best hot-tub sex ever award to this shy thing that won't look me in the eye?" he asked.

She snorted.

"It was mostly them," she said.

"Then I must kill them," he said.

"It was only mostly them," she said.

"Can you tell me what I did?" he asked.

"Yeah," she said, "you called me a slut."

His jaw tensed.  His brain buzzed with lines for self-defense.  He shook them from his sleep-deprived mind.

"Yes, I did that," he admitted, "and I intend to flog myself for it later."

"Why bother?" she asked.

"Because it made you feel like... how do you feel?" he asked.

She shrugged again.  She knew it made her feel disappointed, but she did not want to articulate it.  He motioned to her shrugging action.

"Like that.  It made you feel like that and I didn't want you to feel like that.  Truly, I am impressed with you, I do not care who you sleep with or how fast you each came onto each other.  If anything this just makes you sexier to me," he said.

He held her chin and turned it to face herself in the mirror.

"But I need you to be sexy to you," Loki said, "not to me."

She shook her face out of his grasp.

"What for?" she asked.

"Selfish reasons like forgiving myself, making more money with you behind the register, and because I love to see you glow.  And you only glow when you're confident.  And you're only confident when you're sexy to yourself.  And whatever I've done to undermine your self-vision, is unforgivable.  Especially after all you've done for me," he said.

"So are you trying to tell me that you don't think I'm a slut?" Miss asked.

"I'm very in-eloquent when I haven't slept.  I probably meant to say minx," he crooned, "because you are.  You're very sexual, sensual, and attractive.  And sassy.  But that's not what I said, and what I said has injured you.  Perhaps I thought you could handle more sass, and I was wrong, and I'm sorry."

"Well, I did say you looked like a Hot Topic hooker," Miss said.

"Yes, you did, but you said it to me on a good day, and I did this bullshit today, while you were still processing trauma from those assholes that tore up my shop," he said.

"Yeah, sorry I haven't cleaned that up," she said.

"The mannequins can get it.  Honestly, seeing that pinata smashed up on the floor is not hurting my feelings any.  I think it rather adds to the decor," he said.

Miss smirked and giggled.  She covered her jiggling nipples with one arm and her mouth with the other.  Loki swooned suddenly.  He groaned, shook his head, and stood back up.

"I'm sorry," he said, "it's a little past time for my transition."

"Oh, uh, yeah, I understand," Miss said.

He guided her hands to the top button of his black dress shirt.  He pressed close to her.  He looked into her eyes. "I'm not done here, yet.  You won't see her for a while.  Until this is done, I'm not going anywhere," he said.

"What is it?  What needs done?" Miss stammered.

He pressed his face close to hers and offered his lips to her to kiss.

"Let's not even act like I wouldn't let that man fuck my brains out without even so much as a made-up name," Loki said.

"Do you want me to bring you to Thor?" Miss said.

Her voice wavered in her excitement.

"Sometime, yes," he whispered, "but right now I want you, to see you, how I see you, when I'm inside you."

"I'd rather look at you," she said.

"So do it," he said.

He brushed his fingertips over her knuckles to encourage her to unbutton his shirt and disrobe him.  She slipped one button at a time through the black buttonholes to reveal the pale skin beneath.  She took her time and enjoyed running her fingers over his flesh beneath the silky fabric.  She pushed the shirt off his shoulders and admired his skinny back in the mirror.  She caught a look at herself, overweight, her peachy skin visible on both sides of his skinny hips.  She hesitated with her fingers on his belt buckle.

"Really?" he said, "you're really not sure you deserve it?"

"I," she said, "I don't like how fat I look."

"Are you really going to deny yourself the pleasure of watching us fuck just to avoid your own self-scrutiny?" Loki asked.

"When you put it that way it does seem pretty stupid," she said.

"You deserve to feel good," he said, "look at me if that's what makes you feel good."

She undid the belt, let his tall dark pants slip down his long pale legs. She stared at his ass, almost as high and almost as tight as his younger counterparts' ass.  His cock stood out in infinitum in the mirror.  His hip jutted as he knelt to pick the condom from his pocket that now laid in the floor.  The infinity of reflections of his jutting hip disappeared over an arbitrary horizon.  His breath blasted against the mirror as he slipped the condom onto himself. His breaths left wisps of evaporating condensation that grew bigger with every muted, shuddering sigh.  No matter where Miss looked, she saw herself getting fucked by this man she met days ago. Since that day, she wanted him with all her swelling cunt, and now she had him.  She saw him manipulate her plump body, and she blushed at how sensual her body truly looked.  The heat from her skin left a sheen on the mirror as he nipped at her neck.

"You will always deserve an afterglow," he moaned in her ear.

She felt his cock churn within her.  She watched his ass swish in circles between her legs while he knocked swirls of pleasure into her.  Her outcries echoed in the small fitting room and poured back on her. Her voice grew as her pleasures grew, ad nauseum infinitum, in feedback loops of sound and mirrored sex.  And all the while he crooned at her that she deserves the world.  The mist grew on the mirrors as the pair panted and broke into a sweat.  The mist softened their visage, coalesced until all that was left of the infinite reflections was a blurred mess of diffused writhing flesh.  

"I love the way you look naked.  I'm so glad that you let me see you this way.  I tried, that first day, when you let me toy you through your pants, I tried to learn what your body wants.  Where your favorite spot is.  I remember you swirling your hips in the air when I toyed you, and I'm not surprise that you're screaming now every time I swirl my cock over that spot.  But I am surprise at one thing," he said.

"What," she panted.

"The inside of you has changed, just like the outside.  You're tighter, now.  The walls are closing in from the layer of fat inside.  You're tighter, harder, yet softer, all at the same time.  And it's surprising, and it feels amazing, and I don't think I'm going to last much longer," he whimpered.

He looked at her with striking but bloodshot eyes.  She nodded.  She wrapped her legs around him with a firm pressure and did all she could to squeeze her insides around him.

"Fuck, oh fuck," he called.

He roared and prayed to her.  He howled and groaned.  Every taboo noise he'd held back since he met her gushed from between his clenched, bared teeth.  He bounced on his heels and fucked into her in short quick thrusts.  She held her grasp on him as strong as she could until he swooned and fell to his ass with her in his lap.  She held him against her and rolled her hips, worked herself down him.  He lost his face in her breasts, certain he'd die this time.  

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u r so normal abt limji iri i admire u for it <3 (hope the sarcasm was clear enough) u r also definitely not normal about woojonggi AND san i stand by this . n yeonjun . nnnd i also associate u w swoo n soeun n monday n eric n juyeon n byeongkwan n hoon n (cix) hyunsuk n hani n the gugudans n seokmin . nd tpst hyuk . nd not an idol but whenever i see be'o mentioned i go oh thats the iri guy ... i think Cat and charismatic performers are the common thread there

i am normal abt limji thank u <3 (the woman says, lying bc she teared up watching him talk abt not liking water like 6 hours ago), I AM NORMAL ABOUT SAN !!!! WHY MUST I DEFEND MYSELF ON THIS I SIMPLY MADE SOME GIFS OF HIM !!!!!!! FREE ME!!!!!!!!!!!!! the rest i will accept . i owe u my life for listing my girlies ur the realest one u kno me so well i love all those girls all of them r my wives we r in love KLDKL cix hyunsuk i was thinking of him 2day....mwah and KLDLKDF THE IRI GUY FKLSDKDL i do love be'o....so glad u think of me when u see him hes got so much good music only bangers truly... the common thread is very true i do have a Catboy Tendency™ and ppl who perform well...................man...........

biases ask game!! / og post!