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Louis Tomlinson via Twitter: Thank you for all the birthday messages! Been a lovely day with family. Sending love to you all. Have a great day tomorrow [24.12.2024]

[kirans-wonderland]

Jaspar Hallows - Room Relaxation

It has been a while since I have felt others truly care for my birth date aside from Salem. I feel so fortunate to have found this place.

Summon: The sun shining through the window on my birth date… a peculiar sight. I quite like it.

Groovification: Kalim is quite eager to see me to exhibit some surprise. Doesn’t he know a man should look his best upon his date of birth?

(if I can actually accomplish it, his groovy will be him slicking his hair back)

Home: Please, do make yourself comfortable dear.

Swap Looks: Hmm? You do not wear a night cap? Curious...

Home Transition 1: I was surprised to find extravagant parties were a practice here to. Though todays.. was much livelier than any I have experienced prior.

Home Transition 2: My plush creature? My younger brother gifted it to me... ah.. my apologies, I am alright.

Home Transition 3: Howl gifted me one of his spiny plants earlier. It was a pleasant surprise. And against my better judgement, I pricked myself.

Home Transition - Login: Splendid! Oh do forgive me, I saw someone smile.

Home Transition - Groovy: I do believe Kalim attempted to keep his party plans under wraps. Heh heh.. he did not succeed for long.

Home Tap 1: *yawnnn* Oh dear, how rude am I.

Home Tap 2: I was so engrossed into the night with Professor Trein's project that I left all my books out. But.. there is no one to reprimand me. Perhaps they can remain.

Home Tap 3: I went to retrieve an item for Salem but the shopkeeper was not there. Only Croupier. Eugh.. how I wish he would not try to run such circles around me.

Home Tap 4: Growing up, though my birthdays were lavish and attended by many.. the air always felt cold. On the contrary, at todays gathering, I was tempted to remove my coat!

Home Tap 5: Have you seen Salem? The celebration is lovely but I fear I may need a break.

Home Tap - Groovy: My hair does not take as much time as you think it requires. Really, it is rather simple. If you are interested in complex hairstyles, you should view the women of the Hollow.

Duo: [Jaspar]: Another year by your side Salem..  [Salem]: Now and forever.

Birthday Login Message: Good Morning! Ah? You remembered my birthdate? Well, a pleasant day for it, is it not? The sun is shining and everything is tickety-boo! Hmm? Oh dear, pay that no mind.

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oh no..i’m dying of starvation…it seems i need more re-animator headcanons to survive…

(love your blog btw, you’re absolutely fabulous)

Aw, thank you so much! For a movie I randomly decided to watch two years ago, I never would have thought it would have such a profound effect on my life!

As for Re-Animator headcanons, don’t worry about starving—I definitely went overboard with Herbert's headcanons alone! Later, I’ll try to post some about Dan separately, or mix them in with Meg's, or.... maybe more of Herbert's!

Herbert's birthday is September 9th. (Yup! He shares his birthday with Jeffrey; the same can apply to Dan and Meg.) More specifically, his birthday is September 9th, 1961.

Growing up in Switzerland, Herbert is fluent in both English and German. Additionally, he's trying to learn as many languages as possible.

Herbert was miniscule growing up. Even the smallest size of clothes would drape over his body, swallowing him whole. Whenever he wanted to look threatening or present himself as respectable, it was impossible. Suits would appear awkwardly bunched up, baby hairs sticking up in every direction due to static, and his glasses, which magnified his eyes, only drew more attention to his small stature.

Similar to Dan, Herbert's a gigantic Star Trek nerd. With Star Trek premiering a little while after his 5th birthday, it's one thing he considered a miracle, especially given his disdain for television and its mindless programming. While he doesn't let anyone know he enjoys the show, he's quick to correct any inaccuracies about Star Trek that come up in conversation.

While Herbert was responsible for starting the chemical fire that killed his parents at the age of seven, he never meant it to happen on purpose. He was just a bright-eyed, curious, naïve child who wanted to push the limits of current scientific discovery. Herbert yearned for his name and works to be published in prestigious scientific journals, not in some weekly kids' science magazines. While he did resent his parents, as they provided him with the bare minimum and were relatively disengaged, he couldn't deny the fond moments he shared as well, like bonding with his mother over Star Trek.

Herbert's aviator glasses weren't always his—they used to belong to Gruber. As evident in old photos, Hans would wear them while attending his studies at Zürich. However, he decided to retire soon after graduating in favor of contacts or a different frame entirely. When Herbert entered his life, Hans gifted the young boy his aviators, updating the lenses to match his prescription and engraving a small, heartfelt message on the inside of the arm. In a way, Gruber had always seen a bit of himself in Herbert, and now Herbert carries a piece of Gruber with him.

 Alongside glasses, Gruber also gifted Herbert a Zürich sweatshirt. While it was a tad too big, he wore it a couple of times, and currently, it's neatly folded within a suitcase stowed under his bed. The suitcase also holds yellowing handwritten notes from Gruber regarding his work and Herbert, a package of his favorite chalk, and other miscellaneous keepsakes. (It may look like a horde of stationary to the ordinary eye, but to Herbert, it's much, MUCH more.)

Herbert has a soft spot and guilty pleasure for pop music. When he's sure that he's alone, within the confines of the basement's walls, he taps his foot and gradually sings the lyrics to the newest pop earworm.

While Dan specializes in cooking, Herbert specializes in baking. From a perspective, baking is similar to the scientific experiments he performed throughout his life. Herbert can be precise and deliberate, carefully measuring each ingredient and following each step with the same attention to detail he applies to his projects. A few desserts he bakes are German chocolate cake, bündner nusstorte, macaroons, and chocolate croissants.

Herbert has a massive sweet tooth, which only Dan and some stray doctors or nurses know about. Whenever he and Dan grab coffee before a shift, Herbert dumps his sugar-filled frappe into an unsuspecting paper cup, hoping that it conceals his sickly sweet indulgence behind the guise of a regular coffee. West would also make constant pit stops at his wing's hallway vending machine. Depending on how stressful his day is and which coworkers he's dealing with, he's known to stock up on candy bars, gummies, and snack cakes to get him through the day. 

Herbert has two sleeping positions, the first one being the fetal position. The second? The "completely-sprawled-out-across-his bed"....position.

One of the prime reasons why West can survive such outlandish events is his intake of Re-Agent. In addition to fending off hunger pangs and completely eradicating the human body's need for sleep, the Re-Agent also boosts his immune system tenfold and allows the body to heal faster than an average person. That's why he's able to survive the Miskatonic Massacre and the mausoleum's collapse with minor bruises and scratches. (Any broken bones or internal organ damage would automatically regenerate themselves in a matter of seconds.)

When Dan eventually weans Herbert off the Re-Agent, his body collapses on itself like a stack of cards. He'd find himself plagued by hunger, but he'd be too nauseated to eat anything. He'd constantly feel lethargic, barely mustering up the strength to keep himself standing upright and conscious. His once pristine, sturdy immune system comes crumbling down, leaving him vulnerable to minor alignments and flare-ups that he can no longer easily fight. (Oh! Can't forget about those damnable migraines that come like clockwork!) Thankfully, through time, Herbert recovers, gaining back his strength and vigor…with Dan's help of course!

He sneezes like a kitten.

Herbert's handwriting might resemble chicken scratch, but he's surprisingly good at drawing. He always carries a small leather-bound sketchbook filled to the brim with anatomical studies. (What do you mean some resemble Dan?)

West knows that claw machines are rigged and are usually pay-to-win garbage, but he refuses to let his ego take a hit if he loses in front of Dan. He'll be damned if he doesn't win that cheap plushie, no matter how much he spends.

[xmads-omensx]

Part 1

Word Count: 2,228

Pairing: Noah Sebastian X Reader

Content Warnings: fake dating, mild harassment, swearing

Tags: @collisionofyourkissmakesitsohard @lacy1986 @collidewiththesav @kenjipepsi1 @follow-me-down-to-wonderland @alwaysfightforwhoyouare @chey-h @amelia-acero

“So I’m guessing that’s a no on the boyfriend front?” My new boss, Stephen Williams, asked.

God, what a creep.

I had been having issues with his complete obliviousness to any form of personal boundaries since he replaced my old boss three weeks ago.

He refused to acknowledge that my private life was something that I liked to keep… well… private.

“I already told you that I don’t see how this correlates to my work?” I sighed.

“As I said earlier, I like to make sure that my employees don’t have any distractions that might draw their attention away from work.” Mr. Williams explained, still leaning too close to me for my liking.

“And as I said earlier, It’s against policy for you to ask such personal questions.” I replied with a slight edge to my voice.

“Come on, Y/N, tell me something about who you are outside of work.” Mr. Williams leaned impossibly closer, making me lean back, to which he gave a slightly frustrated expression.

“No.” I stood firm on my decision to not divulge any information to him.

His assistant, Wendy, knocked on the door, signalling his next meeting was here. Thank God. You could have cut the tension in that room with a knife.

Stephen was a middle aged, balding man who just loved to remind me that he was divorced and ready to get back out there, as he had put it several times.

He was the definition of a misogynistic boss who loved to control his employees.  

“Saved by the bell.” Stephen laughed, making my skin crawl.

I simply smiled at him and got up to leave. I could feel his eyes on my ass as I left his office.

Returning to my desk, I checked my notifications on my phone, seeing that I had a new snap from Noah, one of my good friends. He had been updating me on his band’s tour.

I opened the snap, which revealed a photo of Folio shoving a large slice of pizza into his mouth. It made me laugh, which was usual for Folio.

I hurriedly typed out a message to Noah, ranting about Stephen’s behaviour in our earlier meeting.

He always listened to me when I ranted about the inappropriate behaviour directed towards me at work. I was supposed to be safe from that in the office, but that hadn’t been the case since Stephen started working here.

Ashley, my coworker, had expressed distaste towards the balding man, but never explicitly said she had similar interactions with our boss, so I never mentioned it to her. Simply because I didn’t want to start any drama at work.

My phone vibrated, indicating a reply from Noah.

‘He’s such a creep’ the text read. I replied with a simple ‘yup’ before telling him that I would fill him in on what happened when I got home that evening.

Noah and I met years ago at a mutual friends birthday party.

Michael and I had been friends since I moved to LA seven years ago to work as a band promoter. I didn’t last long doing that since it was so unpredictable, but Michael rapidly became a very close and very good friend.

At his birthday party six years ago, I was introduced to his friends in ERRA and Bad Omens. Noah and I hit it off almost immediately. We both loved anime, reading and terrorising Michael, so we quickly became joined at the hip.

It was nice having  friends like Noah and Michael so soon after moving to LA, since I was terrified of the new start.

Loud, booming footsteps shook me out of my thoughts as Stephen marched his way through the office. He shot me a vile wink as he passed my desk, squeezing my arm as he passed.

His behaviour sickened me right to my core. He had no business acting like that in the workplace, especially not so soon after getting the job here.

Since he was my boss, I had accepted the fact that there was nothing that I could do to prevent this behaviour, or even dream about putting a stop to it.

It sucked, but it was reality.

At the end of the day, I got my work done, and I got it done well.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Ashley roll her eyes as Stephen passed. Thank God someone agreed with me.

“Such a creep.” Gabi leant over and said in a hushed voice from her desk.

I simply nodded my head, not wanting to speak in case I let all of my frustrations out a little too much in from of Mr. Williams himself.

The clock on my desk read 5:02pm, which meant I had finished my shift. Excellent.

I grabbed my black suit jacket and black bag that had a Bad Omens reaper keychain hanging off of it, curtesy of Davis at last year’s secret Santa who panicked and just made me Bad Omens merch, and walked towards the lift at the end of the room.

My black kitten heels clicked off of the floor as I neared my escape from this hell hole.

“Y/N!” A voice called out. Shit. It was Stephen.

“Yes.” I said with a sigh, trying to remain professional, but I was sure he noticed me faltering as I turned back around.

“Do you need a ride home?” He asked.

“No.” I replied bluntly, not wanting to give him the room to say much else.

“Let me drive you.” Mr. Williams said with a sickeningly sleazy grin. Over his shoulder I could see both Gabi and Ashley fake gagging at his actions and it tool everything in my being not to laugh at their response.

I would have done the same in their position.

“No, thank you. I’m really okay.” I replied, trying to remain both polite and professional.

“It’s dark, and I don’t want a woman like you wandering alone in the dark.” He said as if that was the most reasonable concern ever. Ew.

“A woman like me?” I questioned, too taken aback by his statement to filter my words.

“You know…” He began to backpedal. “Single, defenceless, beautiful. I would hate for anything to happen to you.”

I was more worried that something would happen to me if I let him give me a ride home, but I would never tell him that.

“Like I said, I’m okay.” I turned to leave once again when his disgusting hand grabbed my forearm.

The office went quiet.

“Let me take you home, Y/N, I’m not offering, I’m telling you. As your boss I am going to drive you home.” He said, an angrier tone creeping through.

I knew damn well that he wouldn’t offer the same to Ashley or Gabi, or any of the other employees here. The male employees were all treated with respect, whilst us female employees were subjected to his misogynistic outlooks.  

Suddenly, my phone began to ring. Thank God.

Pulling it out of my jacket pocket, I saw that the called ID read ‘Noah’. Even better.

“Who’s that?” Stephen angrily asked. Clearly frustrated by my divided attention.

“It’s my boyfriend.” I said without thinking. In fairness, I panicked. I regretted those words almost immediately after they came out of my mouth.

“You never told me you have a boyfriend.” Mr. Williams exclaimed, clearly livid but trying, and failing, to hide it.

“I didn’t think I needed to.” I said, trying to remove his firm grip from my forearm.

“Why is he calling you?” Stephen asked. Clearly angry and failing even more to disguise it.

Ashley and Gabi moved closer to where we stood by the lift. Gabi had reached her shirt-clad arm out to signal to Logan, one of our more… imposing coworkers, to be on standby should anything happen.

Luckily, it didn’t come to that.

“Well, I presume to ask if I’m on my way down. I was supposed to have left… six minutes ago.” I replied, checking the time on my phone.

Noah did in fact pick me up from work most days, but this time was the only day I was actually excited to see him.

Stephen released his grip on my arm, I rushed into the lift.

I waved a goodbye to Ashley, Gabi and Logan before heading to the ground floor, which they returned before retreating to their desks and grabbing the rest of their belongings.

As soon as the lift doors slid closed, I released a sigh that I hadn’t realised I was holding.

The lift doors reopened to reveal the open plan lobby.

It was mostly white décor. It had a gorgeous marble floor that made my kitten heels make the most brilliant click clack sound as I walked. The ceiling was high with a large chandelier hanging down in the centre of it. It was by far the most beautiful place I had ever worked in. Noah and the others often joked that my building looked like it was owned by the mafia since they weren’t allowed up to any of the higher floors as there was sensitive information regarding companies on the other floors.

Through the large glass windows at the front of the building, I could see Noah’s large, black truck parked in his usual space.

When I began working there, I was given my own parking space, but I don’t drive so Noah was allowed to park there instead as long as the company had his registration plate registered as mine, which it was luckily.

Without Noah, there was no way I would be able to get to and from work, especially not today with my borderline insane boss trying to take me home himself.

Who was I kidding, he was probably going to take me to some evil lair and hold me hostage.

I like the image of Stephen Williams being some evil James Bond villain, simply so that he was less intimidating to me if I associated him with cliches.

However, the lift doors of the second lift opening behind me, filled me with unease, which only worsened when I turned around and saw Stephen standing behind me.

“I already told you I have a ride home.” I said, still trying to be polite even though my patience was wearing increasingly thinner and thinner.

“I know, I know.” Stephen began, raising his hands up in surrender. “I just want to meet him.”

“No, you can’t we’re in a rush.” I said.

“A rush? A rush for what?” He asked, seeming suspicious.

“We have plans.” I replied.

“What plans?” He asked.

“I’m not too sure that’s any of your business.” I responded, turning to walk away. His loud footsteps following after me.

I sped up, but so did he.

The glass automatic doors opened, and I could see Noah step out of the driver side.

He always hugged me after work because it made me feel better, and I had never been more grateful for one of those hugs until this moment.

He began to round his truck, and I practically launched myself at his large, tattooed body. He brought his strong arms down and enveloped me in a tight hug.

We pulled back from the hug, but I kept my arms looped around his waist.

“Do you trust me?” I asked quickly.

Noah looked at me, confused.

“Do you trust me?” I asked again, more urgent this time.

He simply nodded. “Of course I do.”

That’s when I did something that I would probably regret for the rest of my days.

I grabbed the strings on the Bad Omens hoodie that he was wearing and pulled him into a kiss.

Stephen’s incoming footsteps halted as I kissed my best friend.

What the fuck was I doing?

Noah then kissed me back, probably realising what was happening.

When we pulled away from the kiss, I could see some confusion remaining in Noah’s beautiful brown eyes.

“This is my boyfriend, Noah.” I said to Stephen who stood in the middle of the car park with a stunned look on his face.

I was hoping and praying that Noah would realise what was happening and just go along with it.

He did, and I let out a relieved sigh, as he put his arm around my shoulder, placing a loving kiss on the top of my head.

“As much as I would love to stay and chat, but Y/N and I have plans, don’t we honey?” Noah spoke up.

I smiled up at him before climbing into the passenger seat.

Noah climbed into the drivers side, silence filling the car.

“So.” Noah began.

“So.” I replied.

Another pause.

“Am I pretending to be your boyfriend now?” He asked, still confused.

“If you don’t mind.” I replied. “It won’t be for long. Just enough to get Stephen to leave me alone.”

“Of course.” He said with a quiet laugh. “You know I’m always here for you.”

I smiled back at him.

Still, a part of me worried if I had taken it too far by throwing Noah into the deep end like this, but I didn’t exactly have much of a choice.

Noah didn’t seem too phased by the idea, but I was still nervous.

What if this crashed and burned?

What if I had ruined everything?

I guess time would only tell.

[aettuddae]

business matter — chapter 130.

a christmas special.

↳ synopsis: two of the most important kpop companies covet a partnership with a huge global brand, only to be surprised when the deal is extended to both labels. fearing potential sabotage and cynical strategies to secure exclusivity for just one of them, both CEOs resort to desperate measures. in a bid to maintain trust and prevent betrayal before the signing, they come up with a pact: forcing a fake relationship between the leaders of their star girlgroups. if one side attempted to fail the other, they threaten to expose it all to the conservative south korea.

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[a/n: special thanks to 🦦 anon, and 🥷🏻 anon who helped me with this chapter.]

the cookies were good, except for the burned ones, how bitter a soul must have to be to not enjoy cookies you baked with the person you love?

but no amount of cookies, no matter how delicious, could make up for the damage the person you love had done. which meant that no cookie, no matter how well made, could secure jimin an invitation to serim's birthday.

december 5. jang serim had been born 20 days before christmas. there was no question why she was fascinated by the cold when she was a child of winter. ironically, though, serim was one like the flame of a lighter, bringing warmth when you needed it.

she couldn't pretend that she was the kind of person who hated her birthday. serim loved the day, people celebrating her, getting presents, being the center of attention, and she loved the actual party of such events. after all, she was a celebrity for a reason, it was in her blood.

her family never had much money before serim started making some from music so when she was still living at home in daegu her mother would prepare excessive amounts of hotteoks for her and her few school friends to eat while drinking sikhye, which was a tradition in her house as her mother loved the drink. it carried on over the years and in her present serim could not remember a single year where she had eaten a cake, even now she only ate hotteok and drank sikhye on her birthday.

she had no other traditions, although after her debut her fans organized birthday events for her in cafes in the city, so she always tried to visit them, which it could be said was already a habit. that year was special because she missed being in touch with her followers due to her time on hiatus, and she was thrilled to see that even when she was not active in her work her fans did not forget to prepare the special events. she visited some of them, going to three different stands on her own in her car, at the last one she stopped for a drink and then came back. it was still snowing so when she got out and got in the car she had covered her clothes with flakes.

she had been receiving messages and calls congratulating her on another year of life all day, but she was ready to go back to her apartment and talk to her friends about visiting her in the evening for a quiet meeting, which was no longer necessary when she opened the door and when she turned on the light, which was curiously turned off, they all jumped up with a cry of 'surprise.'

there she was greeted by her members whom she missed as if they didn't talk every day, her best friends who seemed to have finally had some time off from their busy schedules and ningning who in that short time had become someone extremely important in her life. seeing her there, she didn't hold back her urge to look for that person, for jimin, hoping that maybe she hadn't been able to be at the reception, but was somewhere in the apartment. she was angry at herself for not being able to concentrate on the people who loved her the most because she was waiting for someone who couldn't even put into words what was going on with her. but jimin wasn't there, of course she wasn't, and she had disconnected from reality, not paying attention to her friends' greetings just to look for her.

"happy birthday, sese!" sejeong's voice woke her up, bringing her back to the real plane to be wrapped in her best friend's arms.

"thank you, love." she reciprocated the gesture, still somewhat absent-minded, but trying to focus on the nice gesture her mates had arranged for her.

they had put gifts on the center table in the living room and there were, as usual, plates and plates full of hotteoks, as well as other snacks available for whoever wanted to taste them, they had prepared the rice-based infusion that she always drank on that date, but only a jug for when she blew out the candles as if it was their own champagne, apart from that they had beer and other types of alcohol or soda to accompany the meal.

they rushed to play music on the stereo in the living room and everyone crowded into the long armchair around the television, even though it was turned off, to chat and enjoy everything there was to try. it was the casual gathering she wanted with her friends and they knew serim well enough to not organize anything extravagant. kimchi paced the floor and the skirts of her friends who dared to hold her. serim had not even changed out of her slightly wet clothes from the snowfall, just taking off some of her coats.

she had indeed gotten sick after going out to the park with jimin a week ago. she was getting better from her cold, but she knew that when she went out today it would get worse again and more if she didn't change those clothes, but she was distracted by the presence of her acquaintances, she loved to see them interacting among different groups of people she cherished, she wasn't even thinking about going to put on something dry.

the hours passed and they were entertained by what they found in the house, they were simple people and some had enough imagination and charisma to liven up a funeral if they had to. of the various activities they embarked on, they were now in the middle of a karaoke battle on the machine serim had bought that in no way, for any reason or chance was she using at 2 am to pretend to be part of a little shop of horrors performance. even the vast collection of costumes she owned was making an appearance.

it was a theater kid's birthday after all.

they were in the third round, representatives of each team at the two microphones, on one side yizhuo and on the other yujin who was trying to hit the highest note she ever faced in her entire life intending to beat the chinese girl on the chosen song, but her throat was saved from making such an effort because they were interrupted by the doorbell.

"i'll get it." the relieved maknae from HeAVEN called out and hopped happily to the door.

it was the door, not the telecommunicator.

yujin, with a big smile, opened it to see who was behind it, but as soon as she recognized the person, she closed it tightly and shuffled, her expression now sour, back to where they were singing before.

"who was it?" inquired serim confused by her reaction, getting up to go check herself.

"a beggar." the chestnut replied grumpily.

serim scoffed at hearing the girl and walked over to the entrance to open it and like deja vu from a few days ago, there was jimin covered in snow waiting for her, although this time she came holding the leash that contained hiro by her side, the dog brought his own clothes so he wouldn't get cold in these climates.

"guys-" began jang.

"she wasn't invited!" yujin yelled annoyed.

"it's clear to me." agreed the birthday girl a bit stunned by the volume she used.

she glanced at the visitor, waiting for her to do something, but she remained in the same position, waiting. she wanted a sign that she could approach or talk, but serim was thrown off, she didn't know how to react. she was angry at jimin for the argument they had had a few days ago, but they also left it on good terms that time pretending nothing had happened. also, she knew that her friends didn't want her to hurt again, which meant, not letting her in, but she was so excited that she remembered her birthday and was there. and on top of everything, she hated that animal she brought with her and was hesitant to let him into her house.

she took a step into the hallway, a little further to where jimin was, which the youngest took as an initiative to throw herself at serim by wrapping her in a hug. "happy birthday, my namu." she closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of having her in her hold, her chin resting on her shoulder. "i adore you so much, baby." she stroked her back gently.

i adore you. of course.

serim wanted to reciprocate, but those words stopped her, she stood static receiving the girl's affection, not returning her touch until she broke away and gave her an expectant look.

"thank you, jimin." she said with no expression on her face.

why did jimin have to ruin every good thing she accomplished? the speed with which she did it was admirable, serim recognized.

"i bought you a present." she held up a bag in her hand.

"it wasn't necessary."

"but i wanted to." she assured. "and i know you're with your friends, ning told me." she looked down at the floor. "in fact, i tried to convince her to bring me, but she said your friends would kill me." she let out an uncomfortable chuckle. "i just thought maybe," she took a breath keeping her cool. "maybe we could go for a walk for a while if you want." she proposed innocently. "it's snowing, but it's a nice day and i just wanted to spend a few minutes with you." explained. "if you want, of course, it would just be a walk around the block."

with some stupid excuse without much sense about why she agreed to go with jimin, she ended up bundling up again to the sound of yujin's complaints and walking down to the lobby of her building with the blackhaired, making her friends judge her.

they understood why serim always went back to jimin, and they didn't really hate the girl, they were just tired of seeing their best friend suffer for her.

except yujin, yujin did hate her.

they walked a bit, making small talk about what serim had done during the day and how she was having a good time in her special moment, until they arrived to a gallery that was not far away, it was a fairly closed street full of stores and some restaurants, it connected with the outside so they could let hiro go play, but it was secluded enough to be less cold. it was a nice place, there were trees and it looked quite rustic despite being a shopping center in a rich neighborhood, and the first christmas decorations were already beginning to be seen.

they sat down on a somewhat hidden bench and jimin took the leash off her dog so he could explore the place, and after a few minutes, she was left alone with serim, at which point she looked at her a bit uncomfortably and just held out the bag with the gift she had bought her. serim took it, opening it and looking at what was inside as she took it out.

a gift card, she read what it was for, but jimin made it easier for her by saying, "it's for you to choose the musical you want to want. you can take someone else, i'd like you to take me, but it's your choice. i'll pay for everything."

the first item in itself thrilled jang, of course she loved going to the theater and now that she had nothing better to do, she would gladly take advantage of jimin's gift. a smile peeked on her lips. she left it inside the package again while she looked for something else to take out, then lifted the book in the air.

how many books had jimin given her already? was it a hint? 'the history of theater.' it read on the cover.

serim was a person of hyper-fixations and jimin had noticed that, she knew that when she liked something she would engage with it in the most intense and deepest way, so she was smart to pick gifts for her. she would love to read who knows how many pages about her great love, the theater.

she put it away again and reached for the most obvious of all, the small plant that was carefully lying against the edge of the box of thick paper, possibly chosen to take care of this specific object. the girl recognized it on the spot, a fittonia, the pattern of the leaves and all the colors gave it away, those plants looked beautiful when they grew and, although they were common, she didn't have one until now.

"i thought you might like a new one." commented karina as she watched her hold the pot in her hands. "maybe you'll learn something from it like you told me about your other plants." jang couldn't believe she remembered that story. "besides, you gave me one, i'm returning the gesture."

"i love it." the older girl confirmed sincerely without taking her eyes off it.

she left it, but outside, leaning on the bench, to remember to carry it in her hands so the leaves wouldn't break. she peeked out again to look for what else was there, pulling out a stuffed animal of a dog, this one puzzled her, so she threw a sidelong glance at yu indicating she should explain.

"it's you!" she exclaimed excitedly, moving her body in a short dance trying to channel the tenderness that making that comparison generated in her, serim frowned. "you're a dog with big, tender eyes." she pointed at the stuffed animal, right at its plastic pupils.

"jimin, i think you're delusional." she threw her a judgmental grimace.

"i wanted to give you something to cuddle when you sleep because i know that, even though i already gave you kimchi, you have a hard time being in the dark." she articulated. "i don't know of an animated character you like and i wasn't going to find one of your musicals." she admitted. "so i bought one that reminded me of you." she gave her a wide, confident smile. "and to me, you're like a puppy." she finished.

"i'll take it." she put the toy in the bag. "it's weird, but i'll take it."

finally, she grabbed a little velvet box that lay at the bottom of all those material parts of serim's personality. she lifted it in the air, appreciating it carefully before opening it, threw a cautious glance at jimin and then dared to lift the lid, revealing a ring with a stone in the center, in the style she liked to use in her jewelry: dark, gothic, edgy. she didn't usually wear many gems, but that piece seemed to be designed specifically for her, and it sure was. she kept her eyes glued to the jewel without saying a word, which jimin took as a signal to start talking.

"when i was on tour i couldn't stop thinking about you." she suddenly confessed. "i missed you, even if we don't see each other that often, i missed being a few minutes away from you." it made her nervous to be exposing herself like that. "everything i saw connected it to you somehow as if that made me need you less."

she rubbed her palms damp from the sweat generated by the eagerness against her pants. serim didn't dare raise her head and look at her, for reasons she couldn't quite explain, maybe the vulnerability that attacked her when she was with jimin would drown her again and she didn't want that.

"when i went to sidney i was able to go out and visit the city a bit and i ended up in a place with several craft stalls." she continued. "at one stall they were selling gemstones and the man in charge started telling me about the properties of each one." she cleared her throat trying to clear her voice which was shaking a little. "i bought these with you in mind." she took the ring from between serim's fingers, unintentionally forcing her to finally turn her attention to her. "this is the agate." she pointed to the green part of the gem. "it is deeply connected to nature, mother earth, the tree of life." she listed. "and you are my tree." she added with an amused tone, making the older one laugh slightly. "it gives peace, helps with self-esteem, encourages one's communication and expression."

she emphasized the last detail, concentrating on the woman's reaction to her hint, watching her roll her eyes, but maintaining a friendly expression. at first, she was struck by the stone because of its relationship to the earth, but when she heard how it helped with developing relationships, she bought it. if rocks would save her relationship with serim, she'd spend any amount of money.

"and this one." she pointed to the pink part. "it's rhodonite." she paused. "it's one of the love stones." she reported, causing jang to become serious. "it builds trust and brings harmony, tenderness to couples, it is a good helper to open the spirit and encourage new relationships." she said it all in a soft voice, always afraid to generate another argument when she just wanted to show her how much she cared for her. "it heals the wounds of the past, promotes forgiveness." she lowered her head in shame knowing she was the cause of this one. "it also helps with anxiety." she finished.

they were silent as always happened to them, it wasn't that they had nothing to say, but they had so much they didn't know where to start.

"i bought the stones with you in mind." she commented. "us." she corrected. "and when i returned to seoul i had the ring made." she lifted her chin in it's direction, presenting it. "i hope it has some effect." she let out a chuckle.

serim for a moment forgot how angry she was at her, the gifts were so carefully thought out that they didn't fail in moving her. it was all a part of who she was, something she had shared with jimin and she had chosen to remember. the ring fascinated her, she loved to wear accessories on her hands and that one was very similar to the ones she used to wear, only it had a jewel designed just for her that represented the wish for good things.

she wanted to show gratitude without sounding dry, to make it clear that she did like everything and that she wasn't going to despise it no matter how many difficulties they had between them. she placed the ring on her middle finger, took the plant out of the way and left it on the other side of her legs, in a corner, and lowered the bag with the other things to the floor, thus creating space to move across the bench towards her and catch her in an embrace, in which they stayed for a while as they watched the snow fall and hiro play, before going back to the apartment.

"you can stay if you want." serim invited jimin once they returned to the apartment. "they haven't sung happy birthday to me yet and anyway ning is here." from the entrance she pointed at the girl, who waved innocently as if they were strangers.

"are you sure?" karina looked at her suspiciously.

"of course, it's my birthday and it's on me." she assured. "later i'll take you and hiro home." she proposed. "i'm not going to let you come all this way just for twenty minutes and then throw you out like you have the plague."

serim gave her some space, opening the door wide letting her and her dog through, she obeyed, walking into the house she once lived in and greeting everyone with a few short bows. she was nervous, she felt like everyone there hated her.

"don't worry." the older one closed and then proceeded to put her hands on her shoulders from behind her, squeezing a little to calm her down. "if i don't hate you, they less."

serim put her hand on jimin's back to guide her to the couch, the girl looked so lost, she was clouded with nervousness, so the care the older was taking reassured her. she led her to ningning's side, and both group mates settled together on the couch. serim took some plates with food to offer her, from which jimin chose something light. lastly, jang knelt to take hiro's leash off, even as he kept growling at her.

when serim sat back down on her spot on the couch next to jennie, chaeyoung approached her, taking the area on the contrary side, followed by yujin. "semmie, i'm sorry, but i don't want to ruin your birthday with my bad vibes, so i think it's best if she's here that i leave." she warned trying to sound as reasonable and kind as possible, she didn't mean it in a bad way, but it hurt.

"and i'm leaving because i can't stand her." yujin added.

"i don't want any of you to leave." the older one refused. "i am not even with her, she will only stay because she already came all the way here." she explained. "and you are my family, i want you to be with me."

"i want to be here for you, but it's hard for me to be around you two." she reiterated what they both already knew.

"chaeng." she cocked her head a little so she could cup her cheeks properly and make eye contact. "i'm not going to be with her, okay?" she rubbed her face with her thumb. "we're not on good terms." she reported.

"fine, then." she dropped the weight of her head onto serim's palm. "but if i see something i don't like, i'm leaving." she warned.

"alright." agreed.

"are you about to kiss?" yujin burst in from behind chaeyoung, to which they both responded by playfully hitting her with cushions.

serim didn't know that from the side jimin was watching everything with a flare of jealousy starting to burn inside her.

the night went on well, jimin, with her outgoing and friendly personality, even managed to get them to integrate her as if she didn't have all the reputation she carried. they continued with the karaoke battle, to then have a board game tournament and other things that adults with little desire to party could do on a snowy day. finally, they started to pick things up and take them to the kitchen, preparing to blow out the candles and fulfill the tradition of eating hotteok, and then they would all go eat dinner at a nice restaurant.

"chaeng." called serim to the girl who was surprisingly in a good mood after deciding to stay for the celebration. "could you help me put these away?" she referred to the costumes they had been wearing.

chaeyoung readily agreed, piling a couple on her arms and following serim to the various things closet to leave them there. it was a small room and when they got in there both with a bunch of bulky unsorted garments, there wasn't much range of motion. with the limited space there, they tried to put things back in place, but it was difficult. chaeyoung decided that maybe if she lifted up in the air, where it was unoccupied, the costumes she wasn't trying to hang, then she should give them a little more room, but all she managed to do was bump and knock over some boxes that were on the top shelf, to which serim turned as fast as she could, crossed one arm over the side of her bandmate's head and managed to hold them in place before they fell, but if she pulled the hold out, they would fall.

chaeyoung was trapped between the wall and serim, and she moved her head in her direction as if to tell her what to do, while they both still held the costumes in their other hands. they were very close, but they had no choice because of the small closet and because if serim changed position, the boxes would fall on both of them.

"namu, you forgot to-" the light from the rest of the house suddenly dazzled them as karina entered, holding a piece of latex in her hand that serim thought belonged to the batman set.

chaeyoung and jimin were stunned, while serim, totally oblivious, kept waiting for the newcomer to change her expression of surprise and cluelessness and finish the sentence.

"you forgot this." without much force and with a downcast attitude she threw what she came to bring her, turning on her heels to leave. "and i'm going now, by the way, i don't think i have anything to do here." she announced, giving a disappointed look to both of them.

"but jimin-" serim tried to speak.

"listen." interrupted chaeyoung. "we have to sort this out first." she pointed her finger at the cardboard above them. "raise your arm as high as you can without letting go of the stuff and i'll go out from underneath." she ordered. "and then you run after her all you want."

"but why would she go?" she asked cluelessly.

"serim." she opened her eyes wide in disbelief. "she found us in a particular situation." she replied with obviousness. "she must have thought we were doing something weird." she concluded. "let me out." she hurried.

serim sometimes claimed that she wouldn't survive a single day without her guardian angel chaeyoung, and the woman kept on proving it to be true as only after she told her so did jang realize why jimin suddenly wanted to leave.

she raised her arm trying to move her hand as little as possible so that the boxes wouldn't fall, giving chaeyoung enough height to pass under it and get out. she, now able to take steps forward, hurried to get closer and let go of the costumes she held to reach for what was about to fall with both hands and push it back into place successfully, thus running after jimin who was already getting on the elevator when serim appeared in the hallway.

the vocalist decided to go down the emergency stairs to catch up with her in the lobby, skipping steps and balancing herself so she wouldn't slide down while using all the speed her body and the circumstances would allow her. she met the blackhaired coming out of the front door, who gave her an eye roll when she heard the racket she was making, but her reaction was to walk faster.

"jimin!" exclaimed jang with no intention of causing commotion in the street. "jimin, wait, don't walk away in this weather!" she wanted to stop her.

"i'll get a cab." she warned in a volume loud enough for her to hear her. "you should go back inside before chaeyoung gets mad." she added.

"jimin, i can explain!" her vision was starting to blur, but it's not like she was going to cry. "chaeyoung herself told me to come get you!" she clarified.

"and why would she want you to come for me if she hates me?" she asked,

but received no answer.

hearing no explanation, she annoyingly turned to look for serim, ready to demand a response from her since she had followed her there, but instead, as soon as she looked back, her heart stopped and felt a pang in her stomach.

perhaps it had been because of the sudden change of temperature in her body, her even going out to chase the girl without a coat on. her uncured flu may also have played a role, and how being exposed to the cold and staying in her snow-wet clothes had reactivated it. but if anything had to do with serim fainting on the sidewalk while running after jimin, it was the fact that she hadn't eaten anything at all for two days.

karina ran to the unconscious body and as soon as she confirmed that she was unresponsive, she called ningning to find the first person with a car who could take them to the hospital.

"it's your fault."

"how could it be my fault?

"if you hadn't thrown a tantrum, she wouldn't have followed you."

"you talk like i forced her."

"wasn't that what you did?"

the white light blinded serim as she tried to lift back her eyelids and give way to her vision of being able to identify where she was or what was happening. the voices around her sounded as if they were far away from her, but at the same time they felt like whispers, and although they seemed familiar, she couldn't identify who was speaking. her head was moving, she could feel it, from side to side as if her neck didn't have the strength to support her. she was falling asleep as she tried to wake up.

she wasn't dying, was she?

"she matters to me."

"then behave accordingly!"

the last felt like a scream, one she hadn't expected and it generated a rumbling sensation in her chest. maybe she'd been startled, or it could be discomfort, or euphoria, but it sent signals to her brain to force her nose to suddenly inhale a large amount of air and open her eyes, waking up, as if from paralysis.

it took her a couple of blinks and glances at the room to distinguish that she was in a hospital, she looked to her side and in her hand she noticed she had a catheter, she followed with her pupils the tube it was connected to until she came across an infusion bag, it was an IV.

"i don't like you playing with her like that." serim would recognize that voice even if it was inhabiting a different body. "i'm just saying that if she hadn't run after you, she would have made it to dinner just fine." she moved her head slowly, meeting chaeyoung, who seemed to be filled with anger.

"but i didn't want to cause any trouble, that's why i left, i didn't ask her to follow me." on the other end of the argument that was being carried on so agitatedly above her was jimin. "why would it be my fault if she wasn't eating right? i always try to make sure she doesn't skip meals." she defended herself.

"it's not your fault." muttered serim feebly.

"if you weren't so worried about your romantic whims, then maybe you would have remembered that she didn't eat well these days." observed her companion.

"she was mad at me, she wasn't answering my messages." she argued. "what am i supposed to do, harass her? how is this my fault?" she tried to reason in frustration. "i did everything i could to help her and get her here, i couldn't do more than that."

"it's not your fault." the affected woman spoke again, louder this time, gaining the attention of her friends who were in the room. "i don't know what happened, but if it's what i imagine, it's nobody's fault." she assured.

"my love!" shrieked jimin as she saw serim awake, throwing herself on her body that was lying on the stretcher to hug her out of happiness. "you idiot, you fainted, i told you to feed well." her attitude changed from one second to the other and she straightened up so she could tap her shoulder in annoyance.

"i tend to forget." she replied honestly, her relationship with food was peculiar as serim used to forget to do things that didn't have to do with her work.

"let's see if you feel like forgetting again now." reproached her ex-girlfriend. "look what happened." she pointed to the serum that was connected to her arm.

"i'll try to write it down somewhere." her voice came out slurred as she not only felt weak, but also had a dry throat.

"no." refused sejeong. "i'll take care of reminding you of your meals myself." she warned. "sorry, now you'll have me in your apartment even longer than planned."

"that's okay." she agreed defeatedly.

"and watch out for the weather changes, semmie, you have a cold, that got to you too." added jennie with concern from a chair next to the bed.

"i'll do." she nodded awkwardly.

"you scared me." jimin took the voice.

she took a seat in the chair opposite jennie's, then leaned over the mattress to arrange any hair that might be bothering serim and arranged the sheet that covered her, placing it correctly over her chest. she held the hand that wasn't intervened and with her free hand she caressed her cheek.

"you're such an idiot."

"how kind you are to a hospitalized person." she joked, making her judge her with her eyes. "sorry."

"sorry?" jimin frowned in confusion. "why would you apologize to me?"

among the others began to gesture to each other indicating that they should leave the room so that the two could chat, but being in the bubble that was created around them when they were together, jimin and serim didn't even notice until they began to move.

"chaeng and i-"

"she already explained to me." she stopped her, no one in the room besides them anymore. "chaeyoung already told me everything while you were sleeping." she assured. "and forgive me for reacting like this without asking you first." she leaned her torso against the side of the gurney, her hold clinging to serim's arm. "i didn't mean to make a scene, i was just sad and wanted to go home." she admitted.

"i should have been more careful about your and chaeng's emotions." she took the blame.

"no." she dismissed. "no, you didn't do anything wrong." she denied. "except not eating correctly." she narrowed her eyes and glared at her.

"you didn't do anything wrong either." she reached for jimin's hand and wrapped her palm around the girl's thumb. "not this time." she reiterated, turning her body sideways, bringing the opposite limb to hold it against her chest and closing her eyes. "hiro?" she remembered.

"we had to take him home." she announced. "we tried to drop him off at your apartment, but he almost ate kimchi." they both laughed.

after that no one else spoke and so, holding jimin, serim went back to sleep.

[sabezrasecretsanta]

Sabezra Secret Santa 2024 Christmas Tree!

'Twas the night before Sabezra Secret Santa, and all across this website, all the santas were stirring, to finish their gift by tonight! When what to their wondering eyes should appear, but a tree decked by kazzy, to spread some good cheer!

As a little thank-you gift to all our participants, I made a special Christmas tree! Each ornament on the tree correlates to a different sabezra moment that each santa said was their favorite in an ask I sent them (see which one's yours under the cut ⬇️) and there's a little gift under the tree that maches the blog colors of each giftee 😁 Can't wait to see what gifts we're all gonna unwrap from each other this year 🧡💜

I want to thank everyone so much for participating, and I'm excited to see everyone's work! Remember, you can post any time between now and January 2!

🎅🧡🎁💜🤶

@cursivequestion | Sabine's Jetpack | "My favorite Sabezra Moment is probably the romantic jetpack ride in Imperial Super Commandos🤣"

@ana-cantskywalker | Ezra's lightsaber | "Ezra giving her his lightsaber instinctively without having to ask in Legacy of Mandalore"

@jedi-nurse | Sabine's Jetpack | "The one that always comes to mind is the jetpack scene in Imperial Supercommandos. Such a classic 👌"

@kazoosandfannypacks | The Map | "Everyone was counting on Sabine not to give up the map, but Ezra was counting on her to do what it takes to get to him, and she did. I think that was what really cemented that hope that Sabine's time spent working to bring him back would pay off."

@bart1607 | Ezra's Holo-Pic | "When Sabine gave him that holo-pic with Ezra's parents, for his birthday. That was very sweet and one of the moments that made me ship them together."

@notanodinarygirl | Loth-Wolf | [I never received an answer for this one, but saw this in a list of her favorite sabezra moments!]

@alphaofdarkness | Ezra and Sabine's Helmets | "Ah, there are many ~ but the one that always just warms my heart is their silly moment in 'Heroes of Mandalore Pt. 1'"

@meiloorunsmoothie | Sabine's Customized TIE Fighter | "i just love it when they're fooling around/being a chaotic duo XD."

@supersaiyanjedi14 | The Darksaber | "Their conversation in Trials of the Darksaber"

@illuminatedquill | Sabine's Hologram Projector | "Seeing Sabine watch Ezra’s private message to her with a galaxy’s amount of yearning and angst . . . yeah."

@jedimandalorian | Sabine's Jetpack | "In Rebels, it was their teamwork on their 'romantic' jet pack ride. 😂 I loved all of their team-ups in seasons 3 and 4."

@black-cat-babe : | Little Noti's Rebel Starbird | "favorite sabezra moment was when they reunited in Ahsoka. Believe me when I say I had been dreaming about that moment for years and it was so much better than expected!"

[o3o-lapd-o3o]

hey, hi, hello~

i just wanted to log on quickly to say think you for the kind messages on my last post! my grandad is getting better, but it looks like he'll be stuck in the hospital over christmas/new years

i just wanted to come on to say a happy christmas/happy holidays to you guys!

i will be watching the ithaca saga livestream (well hopefully if things work out) but i probs won't post any of my thoughts on it straightaway (it's being christmas and also going to see my grandad in hospital)

as for the 'friends in higher places?' au....

there's still not gonna be anything posted anytime soon i'm afraid (sorry)

but don't worry i am still writing the next part(s) and chapter (or at least making notes on my phone)

but with christmas, my birthday, new years, work and visiting my grandad... that now won't be until the new year

my plan is that when i actually have time to write it, i hope to have a (few) parts uploaded across a few days as to make up for no posts/updates for a few weeks

(poseidon & odysseus might have survived the dinner, but will athena and penelope survive odysseus' revenge for the seating plan ????)

anyways again i just wanna say thank you for the love you guys show this silly au

okay enough yapping from me

[bethfuller]

disco elysium wip

[cordiallyfuturedwight]

you can't stop me lovin' myself ♡ for @kimtaegis

[jkvjimin]

TAEHYUNG, NAMJOON & JUNGKOOK + memories (2014-2021) (cr. dwellingsouls, 0613data, namuspromised)

happy birthday, sky! @jung-koook 💟

[gentlebeard]

If I could hold you for a minute, Darling, I’d go through it again

For @edsbacktattoo & @stedesearring 💕 Show: Our Flag Means Death - Season 1 & 2 Music: Francesca by Hozier YouTube

[pushing500]

The Jones Boys reached a new psylink level and unlocked the 'morbid' meditation type. Now they chill out in the cemetery together, which is clearly not helping them concentrate.

I always get distracted chatting about dumb shit to my brothers if we're sitting still for too long, as well, so I can't really judge them.

We are not adopting any more babies!! Ivy is the only exception because of highly unusual circumstances.

We also got a second twisted obelisk right next to the walls of our base, so we deactivated the old one which was on the opposite side of the map and we'll stick with just studying this bad boy.

Ivy is a toddler!!! Happy birthday!! Despite what the boys say, they do really like having you around. We can't wait to watch you grow ❤️

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This isn't related to RimWorld, but look at my cat! She's cute and I thought you should know ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[alayyae]

haha get rekt stupid ‼️ // happiest birthday @altocoeli 👀

[basketobread]

Happy birthday! Mine was on Monday

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!! ❤❤❤❤❤❤ And happy belated birthday to you!!! I hope you had a good one!! :) 🙏❤❤❤

[kirby-the-gorb]

[boxwinebaddie]

uncle neen!!! welcome back omg i was so sad to see u disappear </3 hyh !!! i had a question i asked last time but i was wondering since ur rewriting ur fics, are u planning on posting them on tumblr? or on ao3? pls be kind to urself too<33

good MORNING, lovie!!!!~ <3 c':

( or whatever time it is, where you are at the moment! )

i'm very excited to announce that you are my very FIRST new ask message on my brand new blog!

( teri is my first follower; ly ter. <33 o//3//o )

***long overdue UN ramble-bramble under the cut. xx

i /do/ miss my six hundred bajillion ask memes and am mourning the loss of all my online creations and great joys as a deranged southpark fanfiction author and the legacy i built with my tiny, gay weird hands

( i will go into it another time, but i had a very, very frightening bipolar episode surrounding my blog and my role on here as a writer, friend and mentor to you all, deleted all my things in a horrible panic, was able to recover them...but in the -- what i hope is the *very last* -- after shock of my episode...i got very scared, very sad and deleted both my dearly treasured and beloved, beautifully cult followed by many of you and other ghosts of sp style fanatics past ao3 account**

**( with peppermint on it at 13k likes which...oh my god, please be gentle with me, that was a very, very hard blow and rough realization for me and i am sorry to everyone who loved that fanfiction and wanted to go back and read it for posperity and personal comfort...i miss her too; rest in peace, pep, my first born. my sweet girl. </3 )

...and most tragically of all, i deleted my tumblr blog, with over one hundred pages of carefully curated content surrounding my sp aus, your lovely, insightful and thoughtful questions and inquiries, also typed with your tiny, weird gay hands answered, in turn, with mine, torched the ev. of those memories in the final blast and lost my window into your world through that medium...

...which is literally heartbreaking to me, because more than even my silly fanfictions or my blog, what i loved to do, was talk to all of you and read your wonderful messages each day and remind myself of why i should be here and continue to do what i do. </333 :'''c

BUT! my darlings, as ravenstan would say, 'it's always darkest before crimson dawn', for the very first time in several weeks ( which, i fear, and i was, full of fear and horrible self loathing/dread every waking and nightmarish moment ), last night, i cried for a very, very, very, long time, held myself together in the broken places -- told myself and the girl i was that i loved her and i was going to take care of us and be brave -- and broke the fever ( a little off key like jersey kyle, but very lovely nonetheless; love you tone deaf king. x my sboyf. )

today, i woke up this morning and slept...PEACEFULLY and woke up PERFECTLY HAPPY AND RESTED...

AND SMILED. QUITE. WIDE!!!!~ :D

and that is a baby step, but it is a step in the right direction and also almost wanted to make me weep like a baby again because i literally have not felt happy or like i do not hate myself for like, i shit you not, over like 15-20 days...it was frightening and fucking horrible! SLAY!

nevertheless ( or the most, finally ) i am excited to welcome in a new era/year of change on my blog and within myself; which is an era of peppermint flavored 'hope i'm healing' in a delicious rem(ember) font.

unfortunately, because i nuked my ao3 account, i do not currently one atm, but am in the process of recovering it.

( i'm not condoning any kind of rude/uncivilized behavior bc people are allowed to do anything they want -- but i'd really like to get my user back and would appreciate it a lot if no one used it to create another ao3 account just because it would be confusing for my readers and disheartening to me to not be boxwinebaddie anymore. )

until then, i will be writing/drafting rem(ember) in my messy google docs, am storyboarding everything to the best of my ability ( which is not perfect, but nothing is -- except stan and kyle to each other -- but god loves a trier, which is why he hates me: i prefer hell where it's drier -- that way my girlfail guylinea will not run. xx )

KALE SEITAN! ;)

posting little snippets of it on here for all of you, probably put it here on my tumblr and post it up to ao3 if i can regain my account/one in general ( i am a little worried that because of how long it's been, the loss of all my followers and, what i assume, is a decreased public or tiktok generated interest in sp, it will do poorly; rip </3 )

-- but the point is...that i want to start doing stuff for myself now. and not because i think i should or create unnecessary stress/sadness surrounding my strength or weakness as a writer or person ( or like, beat the living shit out of myself every single day anymore )...

...so i am writing it slowly, carefully, synthesizing all the info i gathered from over a year of answering your questions ( which helped me develop my sp au styles and their worlds into the lovely, seemingly breathing paper machslayed things they are now ), am going to write the fanfiction i always/wanted/ to write ( i’ve always wanted to rewrite RM, but was so busy and overwhelmed with my blog/my irl stuff that i couldn't )

and i'm calling it...

<3

p.s. ( i love you ): i am going to give my grandmother a copy of the first chapter of peppermint for christmas because i wanted to do something special/sentimental for her and secretly push the gay middle school style agenda ( she is actually very woke and thought my uncle might be gay for a while when he was younger, haha xx ), but i want to give them different names, so that on the off chance it gets passed off to my mom, my dad or manages to travel by world of mouth ( my grandma has a tendency to gab, but i love her a lot ) that it can't specifically be traced back to my dead ao3 or my blog.

so if any one has any ideas for silly interesting names i could give my sons, names for other characters or south park in gen. hit me up! <33

thank you for your interest in my work -- and in me, in general. i love you all dearly, i hope you heal ( i know you will ) and smile, pendejos because got a lot coming up on that crimson dawn and a lot of crazy shit coming down on that *jersey i won't say i'm in luh megara vc*

~SCHARLET sLUt~

cheers! mazel! ;) xx

-uncle nina, in her healing era <3