#the emotional maturity US WOMEN have' like huh. hello. hi? where am i

[fagoutboy]

i cannot get pissed off at fandom people i cant do it

[jeffhane]

dynasty live watching: an incoherent post so that i’m not spoiling people on the twitter tl (i doubt any of this will be chronological or coherent enough to actually contain spoilers but better safe than sorry!)

oh my god the “previously on” - i forgot abt fallon and evan....

Theyre at a FUNERAL??? this was actually predicted but oh my god. if its steven i am going to be so mad. what an unfitting end to the- WAIT WHAT SIX MONTHS? what was that font;;;;:; whes sueiwjwk

copper arch🥵🥵🥵

this is cute. this is cute i like faloon pretty women so true

BYE I FORGOT ABT THIS VASE

fallon is genuinely such a bad person this is so bizarre,,,, i think she needs to calm down about oiterally everything ever

“This wedding is our chance to break the cycle of craziness” babe ur literally the one making the cycle of craziness

w. was that an ikmenn of liam getting his head off

JEFF MY BELOVED HE LOOKS STUNNING IN THAT OUTFIT. WHYS ALEXIS HERW “POWER COUPLE” YOU WERID MANIPULATIVE PERSON GET AWAY FROM HIM LOL

alexis is up to no good. bad bad jpeg. why do they write her dialogue like this

adam is acted so well lmao he’s the most unhinged person to ever exist *screams*

ohhh dominique, i don’t remember much abt her 😭😭😭 this woman she’s with is beautiful

ITS LAGGING????? i cannot Believe tjis

~rebrand~ ok girlboss!!!!!!!!! can we ship this businesswoman i dont recall her name with fallon???? id like that i think

too many plotlines have happened in too many minutes, i’m already forgettint things that have happened... isn’t blake supposed to be in prisoj? no? Ok: sure

adam is constantly doing this expression that is like 👁👁👁👁👁👁👁👁👁 HI SAM HI SAM HI SAM BEAUTIFUL MAN I LOVE HIM WHOS THIS MAN

raf is so stunning ughhhh i’m loving the costumes this season, everyone looks great! is this man a sam love interest? nervous? that is kinda cute. i miss stevej though. sadness. so many emotions

UHHHH hi alexis sure ig ur here

~OMENS~ babe that’s a tad dramatic don’t you think?????????? “Ignore the lore at your own peril” alright

WHOS THAT? WHOS THAT? OH HER OK

bye everything is going wrong for this......:..:::... *rubs hands together evilly* that will certainly be entertaining

credit scene!!! such a beautiful cast! where’s anders, oh how i miss him... i miss monica too wasn’t she supposed to be BACK🤔🤔🤔🧐🧐🤨🤨

its a commercial break... havent had to watch the show with these for so long😑😑😑. getting american ads is so funny bc the vast majority of them are Not at all relevant... at all

BACK TO DYNASTY!!!!!! was that a slinky? huh? oh ok that’s why the marriage is happening at the manor. #whenyouonlyhaveoneset oh hi ok monica so shes not going to be here?????😑😔😳

WHY IS SHE GETTING A CAR I FEEL LIKE THATS FORESHAWDOIWIJG FOR UMMMMM.... NOT GOOD THINGS ..... ITS LAGGING AGAIN 🤨

blake having dinner... ok hi cristal,,,,; is the priest subplot back? that was a weird one

adam???? how on earth does adam work his way into everything? NEXT GUEST? HUH? are you cheating on your wife? HI CULHANE! HI!

“straight people are exhausting” i mean yes, objectively, absolutely, but culhane is #notstraight .... idk how i feel about sam and this man. also what? huh? staying here? ok cool ig

OHHHHH he got married i see i see

“Haven’t you milked the carrington cow already” but....... she is literally the person who deserves the stuff..... k......... i don’t like dominique but she was given the short end of the stick also blake stop manipulating people just bc they tell u the truth😶😶😶😶😶😶😶

frustrated that we haven’t seen fallon in any non-wedding related stuff yet i always liked her more ~dramatic~ plots . like she’s a sweetheart but i do want her to evolve beyond thsi. idk if that makes sense. ok bye

“A relative’s happy marriage” uh???? we live in a society😔📈

who is father lynch<3333 oh he is in the hospital that’s not great oh adam upset that’s new /s

y is kirby dressed like an elf. god bless.

ughhhh i just think adam is not good for kirby. he’s not good in general. so true . what is he up to. ads again hhhhhhhhhh💯

omg we are back!!!!! blake wear the suit!! hi liz!!! i’ve seen pictures of this outfit, it looks nice. “I really want things to work out with liam” now that would be great but you’re in a soap opera so the chances of that are .... I DONT EVEN ONOW IF U CAN WEATHER ANYTHING W CRISTAL...)))))!$$ NOT NECESSARILY THE BEET CHOICE????

~technically it wasn’t cancelled~ alright love i feel as though you’re not telling the full truth here. ok his name is ryan . we know that now . cool . this relationship is awkward but it could be sweet

what the Fuck is dominique talking about this is so creepy😭😭😭 please do not market lingerie to ur niece 🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂 why does no one in this show know how to be polite

“You want me to stake my personal assets” i’m sure this would be meaningful if i knew anything about finance????? WAIT WAIT WIAT WAIT WAIT DHE REHEARING THE SAM DONS G THE SONG ALEXIS DONT INTERRUPT HER SINGING THE SONG🧐😔😔😔🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🥰🥰🤬😤😤😤😤😤😤

~duplicitous sham~ that’s quite a juicy phrase ms fallon. alexis i dislike your marriage. and you in fact. yes x . “We were just like any other newlyweds” except the newlywed factor........:

anders. oh my god i adore him so much. he reminds me of my grandfather . YES adam is dangerous. anders i love you so much. be my grandfather figure. top 10 cool old dudes of all time.

liz is so beautiful how am i suppised to “Focus” on the “storyline” kirby just went 🥰🥰 also hi culhane ily babe

“My father’s convinced adam is pure evil” you see, that is......... trueeeee...........:.::: im sorry culhane ily love

this dialogue unfortunately does not flow all that well LOL . people dont think up things like this on the fly “my love is like that boutineer” sir i guarantee that metaphors r not going to save ur relationship... HI sam. so true. hi ily. samhane? culsam? 😳😳

DONT STEAL ANDERS SPOT OH HI JEFF YOU LOOK STUNNING.......... BEAUTIFUL BOY ....... HI!!!! ~you are the only family you’ve ever needed~ shit none of this wouldve happened if the Carringtons werent so greedy ij the first place

~true love has many faces~ how many anti liam omens can they sneak in into the episode 😭😭😭😭 hi laura whats up

the poor waiters at this establishment...... why does laura look like a rlly young version of my grandma........: huh.... wont think abt it /... alexis bad mom.jpeg

“I don’t want to miss my sons special day” ok bye i don’t #care she’s kind of rude

fallon trying to avoid future drama is confusing to me as that used to be her ENTIRE THING? HUH??? everyones talking to their moms today what the heck do that many people talk to their moms???

jeff hiiiii <333 that maroon suit!!!!! love!!!!!

Dont hurt anders you strange little evil man!!!!!!!!!!! (Adam, for reference)

fallon likes to ~e n u n c i a t e~ her dialogue. Drama Teachers Love Her

FIRBY SCENE! WELL THEY R TALKINF! UWU ! UWU ! smiles:) smiiiiiles:) the height difference i cannot do this😑😊😊😊🕯🕯🕯 BYE

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Kirby you dumbass😭😭😭😭😭 ALEXIS WUDIWNDJW JEFF CAN YOU NOT HEF FCANKREMTIWN WHY IS THIS DIALOGUE IM SCREAMIGNRJFJD

kirby babe you are the kist imorjri WHQT? HUH? when all the characters have the maturity of a 13 yr old <33333 DID THE SHOW JUST END?????? OK.... DAMN.... they were really 2 minutes away from the end and remembered that things are supposed to happen in tv show episodes.... i cannot tell whether it os over actually?????? huh??? going to keep watching because it would be so embarrassing if i missed a few minutes oh yeah theres more

IM SORRY WHYBARE THESE PEOPLE SO STUPID. every single one of them. ih my god l. ohhhh my god . “I never meant to hurt you” you cheated on him. both of them are bad people. 🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨 kirby darling what were you thinking . this dress on kirby is STUNNING ugh, she’s so charming . adam Shut the fuck up. He hasn’t said anything but shut the fuck up. OH MY GOD ADAM SHUT THE FUCK UP. OH MY GOD I HATE ADAM SO MUXH. OH MY GOD HOW IS HE THE WORST PERSON TO EVER LIVE 😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😑😶😶😶😶😶😶😶😶😶 HES SO EVIL

“I didn’t want to tell you because i didnt want you to think of me as a monster” why did you do that stuff then bro . Kirby you SHOULDNT trust someone after they say that? How naive? Huh ?

omg hello jeffs grandma!!!!! she deserves better than every shitshow in this family... god🤨 dominique being a good person? i like to see that. she seems so genuine. ok this is nice . wait... SAFE? 😳😳😳😳 💴 💵 #money i miss monica

why do they never have sufficient lifhting in WAIT..... HER?????? #dumbofass HI JEFF <33333333 HI you can scam and whatever ur allowed to i support u

ooohhhh GORGEOUS fallon outfit

“Such a fail” IS THIS 2012 . CRINE HEIDJWJFIWNDWJDNWKFJW ENJDJSDJWJNDJWJD they keep saying folklore and im thinking its some sort of reference to the album and i get confused. wheres scheming fallon. need scheming fallon. do a scheme. do it

“We are that lucky couple” press x to doubt .... wait who is this🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔 this seems cincerning im cocnentwd why did it zoom in on this random man

[bangtanfancamp]

✨This or That!✨

Hello loves, I was tagged literal ages ago by @curly-bangtan (who is such a sweet human btw! Thank you for the tag :’) it’s impossibly sweet of you) and am in the backseat while road trippin so I’ve finally got some free time to fill this out! I’m so excited !! I love these things !so without further ado🙃 Lessss gooooo

• slow burn or love at first sight

I guess to clarify, I love an instant spark of attraction and a long treacherous road to resolution- while also being painfully obvious that there is attraction and also while being overtly flirty but no one has the emotional motor skills to just be upfront about it already

•fake dating or secret dating

Oh, 1,000,000% fake dating. It is one of the single greatest regrets of my life that no one has ever asked me to be their fake date or gf. Because I would have been F A N T A S T I C at it. But I guess I’ll never get to live out that pretend to real slowburn in real life after all.... also, secret dating can feel really sucky and isolating so I don’t recommend.

•enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers

Oh god, must I really pick between my children? My whole life it was best friends to lovers. Now that I am currently dating the guy who was my best friend, I really melt over the fiery tension of enemies to lovers ... GOD! it’s so satisfying!!! But I think best friends to lovers still has to squeak by just by an ounce. (I’m a softy at heart, what can I say?)

•oh no! There’s only one bed or long distance with correspondence

Oh far and away, the one bed trope! No contest. I also deeply regret that I haven’t figured out how to make myself attractive enough for someone to try to pull this one over on me. *sigh* well, what can you do? .... also, did a long distance relationship for...6.5 years? And yeah, if you’re a romantic like me- it is dreadfully unfulfilling, let me tell you.

•Hurt/comfort or Amnesia

Mother freaking amnesia A L W A Y S !!! Heck yes! Are there amnesia fics??? 🤭I’ve never found one! But I absolutely love this trope in stories and movies. One of my all time favorites- which AGAIN- has not had the decency to actually come to fulfillment in my real life: Like why has park Jimin never showed up spontaneously at one of my doctors appointments trying to convince me that we’ve been best friends who were secretly in love with other since we were 14 and we finally just got engaged or married a month ago and his life is incomplete without me but he’ll patiently wait for me to love him in return again in my own time but in the meantime, he’ll love me in any and every little way he can until I fall for him again? Huh? Where is it! .... was that too specific😅?

•Fantasy au or modern au

no contest. Give me medieval maidens and dragons any day. I live in modern day. Lemme tell you- she ain’t that special.

•mutual pining or domestic bliss

cue Schmidt from new girl-“I can do this AWL day, son- AWLLL DAY!!” Yessssss!!! Mutual pining is my crack! Give it to me! Always! Gimme it! (Why can’t I have the things that I want!) okay this is just a Schmidt quote/rant post now. ..... I really want to love domestic bliss. And some of the writers who are excellent at it absolutely take my breath away at how beautifully they romanticize the every day. But outside of their writing, I have no scope of how to conjure that wonder up on my own. It is a skill I deeply lack. In real life, I just wind up feeling like the bliss is boring- gimme some pining! Some angst! Some tension!!! Even if I do love me some fluff. Someone once I told me that I was in love with the idea of someone being in love with me. Gotta say, he’s not wrong.

•canon compliant or fix it fic

Honestly, I can’t say I’ve read very many of either. But I do like to see how people flex their creativity.

•alternate universe or future fic

My favorite tv show of all time is Fringe (god bless you, JJ Abrams). Your girl LOVES alternate timelines, multiple universes, flashpoint, paradox, butterfly/ripple effect- all of it!! Dear god, yes! Give it to me! (Also, every time I have a crush or dream that doesn’t work out, I comfort myself with the thought that somewhere out there, there’s an alternate timeline version of me that is happily existing with said boy or flourishing in said dream endeavor. It’s a tremendous source of comfort).

Although, I must say, in the comic realm, alternate universes can sometimes frustrate me- like genuinely, could we not just make the alpha timeline the most incredible one? Instead of the best relationships and plot threads never being actual canon?! Can we get it together??? Or are alternate timelines just the comic industry’s way of writing their own fix it fics, generations after the original protagonist has been painted into a corner. Also, how hard must that be? To write endlessly for the same character for 60+ years? We write one fic or a couple books for the same character... could you IMAGINE having to supply 60 years worth of consistent weekly or monthly context!!! Wild

•one shot or multi chapter

I prefer multi chapter because I prefer getting engrossed in an entire work/world. Usually I am left wanting with a well written one shot, because they’ve made it so real that I can’t stand not having more- so my greedy butt loves the feast of multi chapter so I can have as many delicious moments and details with these characters as possible.

I do however deeply admire the skill and brevity it takes to made a succinct one shot. @underthejoon and @kpopfanfictrash are both brilliant as heck at that. And it is admirable as all get out.

•kid fic or road trip fic

honestly, considering how much I swoon over men who are good with children in real life, and how much I look forward to being both pregnant and a mom one day, I really never get into kid or pregnancy fics. I just don’t? Don’t know why. But a road trip!???? Oh heck yes!!! 👏🏽Where 👏🏽do 👏🏽I 👏🏽sign 👏🏽up!!???👏🏽

•reincarnation or character death

Oh absolutely reincarnation. I love that. I blame sailor moon for that.....But also, I think it’s just very in line with my love of alternate universes and timelines. I love how everything is connected/weaves together and feels predestined in the best way. I’m a complete sucker for it

•arranged marriage or accidental marriage

Like @curly-bangtan I legit had no clue accidental marriage was a thing? Unless you count being drunk at Vegas and waking up with a ring or we’re on some Jacob and Leah/Rachel level ish (which is really and truly the WILDEST™️ story ever ya’ll) ..... but I love a good arranged marriage scenario. The tension/push pull and inevitable relenting is so fun. But will say though, why the heck do women always fight it? Like there’s literally a whole Kim taehyung or Kim Namjoon offering to voluntarily love you and you wanna whine about it???!?! How dare you

•high school romance or Middle Aged romance

This, again, one is a pretty firm, resolute one for me. I’ll take high school. I’ve always felt a little oddly uncomfortable with more mature™️ romance stories? Not sure why. But I think the really beautiful ones always hark back to the beauty of their feelings being refreshing like the innocence of their first love. I know I personally can over glorify youth, but I love coming of age romance (high school, college, twenties) and no one can stop me!!!! I will say though, I have a secret soft spot for the niche of story where people have loved the same person since they were young and the timing just never works out but they finally find each other when they’re older. (One day is like that, and film or movie, it will absolutely rip your heart out-my god, it’s beautiful)

•Time travel or isolated together

These are both freaking AMAZING! But if anything has been established in this post, I think it’s my deep love of alternate timeline/reincarnation/time travel stories. I think they’re all from the same cloth. I adore them (I just haven’t written one because I’m not sure I could do the subtlety of it any justice.) maybe one day. My favorite writers are rumored to have the same Myers’s Briggs type as me so maybe I too could someday have a fraction of their world building skill.

I 100% love both of these so neither is a loser. But give me isolated together AND one bed in the same fic???? Speakers blown

•neighbors or roommates

I have never had the pleasure of having an attractive neighbor, though I often pined for it. (I have a bomb idea for a neighbor Hobi fic though) I did have a cute neighborhood boy who occasionally cut the grass for us in high school. But that doesn’t really count.... anyway! I LOVE the idea of being roommates with an attractive boy!!! Like holy guac, can I please????? Cocktailing this trope makes me swoon harder than none other- best friends to lovers + roommates? Yes. Enemies to lovers + roommates? Holy heck. Soulmate au + roomates???? Hold my sweet tea. MUTUAL PINING AND ROOMATES!!!! Pregnant. Fantasy/magic au+ mutual pining + best friends to lovers + soulmate au + reincarnation + roommate au!?!?!?!! frickin dead in the streets, homie.

I cannot say enough how much I enjoy roomate au. In a serious conversation, I once legitimately told my current boyfriend that the idea of marriage freaks me out- but the idea of being best friend roomates with sexual tension sounds like a dream come true. God help me.

•sci fi or magic au

I love sci fi. Deeply. But I will never love logic more than magic. Ever. (All my infp’s! come join me in the comments. 🙈)

•body swap or gender bend

Body swap has always deeply intrigued me. Especially in film. But I’ve never seen it in a fic. I’ve always wanted somebody to be able to switch into my body to feel physically, mentally and emotionally like i do. The deepest level of empathy & jean grey telepathy if you ask me, even if the trope is generally used for comedy. But the idea of switching into a dudes body and having to deal with their anatomy low key freaks me the eff out. If I got stuck in jungkooks body, I don’t think I’d pee or shower for a week 🙈 sorry everybody. I was really sheltered ok? Please don’t come for me. Lol...... also, have never seen a gender bend fic. Not sure how that would work. Not my favorite idea.

•angst or crack

Angst is my crack.

Honestly though, if it’s well written, it doesn’t feel ‘angsty’- cuz that means whiny or clunky to me. Well written ‘angst’ just feels emotionally compelling, I think. My writing weirdly leans toward what I hope is real angst (I e solid, genuine conflict and not petulance), but when I seek out a read, I look for crack honestly.

• apocalyptic or mundane

I offer you one better- a love story of the beauty of the mundane amidst the apocalyptic.

*mic drop*

Seriously though, the setting provides enough tension usually. Especially if it’s zombie apocalyptic. Just let jungkook’s fingers delicately trace my palm and smile, sweet and lopsided at me in the candle light, while we hide away in our little bomb shelter that I’ve turned into a jungle garden to bring life into this wasteland a la secret life of arrietty. sigh. Maybe I need to write this....

My gosh!!! We made it to the end! That was so much fun! Thank you for tagging me, sweetness!💕✨ 🙂

I’ll add a tag list shortly- @laurelevermore @lamourche @bts-fantasy @urlocalkpoptrash @thedreaming-poet @kimcheeeeeeeeee @hayjeon @outrotearot7 @lorengarcia-yut @bts-luvvv @chicpalestinian @flyingchixenwing @glodenclosetau @space-mermaid-in-love @thiccasswonhoruinedmylife @minminslittlemonster

Copy and paste if you can. Or if you’re dealing with a piece of technological antiquity like me and it won’t let you, then screen record/screenshot it and pop back and forth between the tabs 😅(also Thanks for dealing with the completely unnecessary treatise I added beneath every bullet point. It was just so much for fun to explain WHY I chose each one than to just say yes/no. I’ve said it before, written brevity is just not my strong suit.)

[i-see-you-now-you-see-me]

Hello there!

Another part is here! To be fare can be read separately. And the fun is just starting.

P.S- the picture not mine, thanks to owner!

Pairing: BTS Jimin (Fae land Park Jimin) x Reader

Description: Fae land Park Jimin makes the 4 Goddesses pay for real, and finally goes to human world to get his girl...

Warnings: none, really, but death and a bit of evil things, mentions of violence. Future violence, punishing, yandere themes, sex references, a bit of possessive behavior etc.

Word count: 1726 , but it’s still and easy read :D

Y/A/N stands for your ancestors name

*** Fae Lands 2018***

He walked through the gates of his kingdom, it’s been long since he felt like home. The Goddess of Nature had made some changes, it was now snowing heavily and Jimin enjoyed the cold caressing his skin.

They will pay for this.

They trapped him, and Jimin will make sure they suffer. The Goddesses are not invincible, they might not be alive, but they have weak spots like everybody else.

-My God, - a lady saw Jimin and ran towards, - master!

Some of his other staff members ran towards and bowed, some even on their knees. When Jimin walked closer to his castle he felt watched. The Goddesses must be watching him return to his normal life. He didn’t know what year it was, all he wanted was just revenge.

Later, sitting in his throne room, his guards announced a guest and his father walked in.

-My son, - he said and bowed down, - it’s been so long.

-Father, - Jimin approached his father, - you didn’t look for me?

His father stiffened. He couldn’t deny that when Jimin was gone, a bit of him was relieved, Jimin’s hot temper was known almost everywhere.

-The portal was closed on our side of the Kingdom, - king said, - The Goddesses closed it, so my people didn’t get a chance to wander away from the Fae lands.

-What about other kingdoms? – Jimin asked as he walked back to sit on his throne.

-I was not allowed to go anywhere but the nearest villages and farms, the Goddesses made protection spells all around, so I wouldn’t get anywhere… - his father sighed, - how did you get out? Where did they leave you? I tried to come to your castle, but it was impossible to …

-Stop it, father, - Jimin’s stare was as cold as ice, - they froze me with magic in the same cave the meeting was held, and they froze my kingdom together with me… I just don’t seem to understand, what was the reason behind it?

He looked up to his father with teary eyes, but they didn’t reflect any emotions.

Even before Jimin reached maturity, his teachers had mentioned a lot of times, that he was menacing and merciless to his victims, a disturbing appearance when he smirked. The way he killed, as if he had this lust for blood and the pain he inflicted, was consuming him to the bone.

His father didn’t know much, he just knew, that Jimin would be a deadly assassin, that’s what the fortune teller had said, when his wife was expecting the baby. They told them, that this special baby boy would master his skills to perfection and use it to his advantages, throwing people around, killing and not caring after all.

At first his wife- the Queen, wouldn’t even look at Jimin, but soon after her heart melted, and she cared for the boy.

-My dark Fae blood… is that it? – Jimin asked. His mother was from light Fae and his father from dark Fae’s, their union most powerful. – If you would allow me to get back to my business now, I would much appreciate it.

The guards came in and took the king with them. Last thing the king saw was the wicked smile of his son’s and the laugh before closing doors.

-I want the Goddesses here now, let’s have a chat, shall we?

Jimin had mastered a perfect plan, using a spell that binds the Goddesses to a human body, you kill the body they are trapped in, and they die together.

He chose four women from his kingdom, to be possessed when the goddesses would drink the wine, that had a little something in them for the spell to work, and Jimin was sure, they wouldn’t want to make him angry.

The doors flew opened and the Goddesses levitated inside.

Jimin was sat at the table with a glass in his hands. His silver hair a bit messy, he bit his lip in anticipation. This is going to be fun.

The drugged bodies of four women where just behind his throne, behind a curtain, a spell hiding them that the Goddesses wouldn’t know anything.

-Jimin? – one of them spoke, -what a surprise?!

-Please, sit down, - Jimin said and smiled, offering, - wine?

-Yes, please, - the Goddesses played dumb, thinking of a possible reason, why Jimin has them here now, if he knew they trapped him all those years ago. – So, tell us, prince Jimin, why are we here?

He waited a few moments taking a sip from his own glass and saw how all the four ladies drank a bit. He didn’t need much; the effect was supposed to be quick. When he saw them look at each other in confusion, he lifted the spell and soon the guards tied up all four women to chairs.

-What is happening? -  one of them asked, trying to get loose of the ties. Jimin smiled. He was so proud of what he had done.

-Think about what you are doing, Jimin! – one of them shouted.

-Oh, trust me, I know what I am doing. I am punishing the responsible. You froze me for 300 years, I used all my Fae power to break free, and look, here I am. So, what do you think? How powerful am I? I thought about it for a really, really long time… why would all of you try to get rid of me… huh… and then I understood.

Jimin drank his wine and opened a book, that he had left nearby.

-It’s because I am more powerful than the four of you together, I can kill you without hesitation and you have foreseen it, haven’t you? I mean, you didn’t know why I would kill you, but here is the reason… it’s your own fault after all.

-We can help you, Jimin, - another spoke.

-You…- Jimin laughed bitterly, - I don’t need your help.

With a snap of his fingers the speaker’s neck was broken and her body burned to ashes. Jimin didn’t waste no time.

-What is the spell that has the portal closed, huh?

The three goddesses stayed quiet, not making a sound.

-Don’t make me repeat myself, - he spoke and continued to browse through pages of the magical spell book. – you know, I used to be very patient.

And when the second woman screamed in pain, the other two were trying to choke sobs. Her body trembling, she was being burned from the inside, and then gone completely. Jimin took another sip. Then the Goddess of Nature spoke softly.

-Y/A/N … - Jimin sat on the edge of his chair.

-What about her? – he spat in anger.

-You still want her, right? – the other Goddess spoke.

Jimin bit the inside of his cheek. She needed to suffer as well for what she had done.

-Let me show you, - she spoke, and Jimin let her loose.

-One wrong move and your friend dies, - Jimin held his fingers up.

The Goddess walked closer to one of the mirrors that were lined up on the wall. She moved her hand up and the mirror showed a clear picture of a girl, that looked a lot like Y/A/N. Jimin was there in an instant staring at it.

-How is this… possible? – she was a mortal woman, how was she alive? Was she into witchcraft? No wonder how she made a deal with the Fae land Goddesses.

All sorts of things were mixing in Jimin’s head, more and more being clouded by the anger he felt.

-I can help you locate her, - the Goddess spoke and Jimin snapped his fingers killing the other Goddess sat at the chair. She screeched running forward to the goddess who was tied up, was on her knees when she vanished and cried.

Jimin chanted a spell, that bound her soul to the mortal woman’s body, and stripped her of all the magic she possessed.

-I will keep you by my side, so maybe we shall exchange our names, you can call me prince Jimin, - he smiled. The Goddess of Nature was no longer a Goddess, she was a simple, mortal woman now, thanks to Jimin’s powers.

-Dacia, - she spoke, - my name is Dacia Rose and I shall be your servant till the day I die…

*** 2020, BTS fan sign ***

Fae land Jimin had finally found a loophole closer to the place you stayed in. The shopping center was once a gate between two lands, and you were this close to being his.

Your friend nudged you playfully.

-Just a bit left.

The stage was this close, you could almost smell the after shave the guys were using. Your friend took pictures of Namjoon from afar and you thought it would be a good idea to get some of Jimin.

As you took out your phone a blast of lighting happened, and the table, where BTS sat down flew up in the air, making Jin scream like a woman, and the rest of the guys all holding to each other.

Then everything felt like in slow motion.

Your friend called out your name, holding onto your arm, and pointing to where the light came from. Security seemed to be stuck, and you noticed that no one could move, and a magical dome came over all of the fans that were inside.

You held your hands together, both your friends looking around to see what was happening, and then there it was. The portal opened and a figure stepped through. BTS guys looked stunned, Fae world Jimin was looking directly at BTS Jimin and smirked. Then he turned around, and more than ten other people came from the portal as well, dressed up as ninjas, all in black clothing.

Fans were shocked, when in their front stood not one, but two Park Jimin’s looking almost exactly the same, and unexpectedly you met his eyes, feeling like he was staring directly at you, his eyes flashing to different colors from all the magic he possesses.

-Hello there, humans, - Jimin spoke, and a handful of ninjas went over to BTS and trapped them with their weapons, - I suggest you don’t move, and do as I say. 

That’s the end of part 3 , hope you like it, thank you for all the likes before, I appreciate it. 

[tartaricing]

Doctarded: Act 5 - Cleaning It Up

Doc enters a long and somewhat funny road to redemption. It was definitely a large project all and all but I was glad I was able to step out of my comfort zone and create some content that I usually don't create. I hope all of you enjoy it and leave any comments!

Doc emerged from the office, swallowing thickly. He was no longer in his scrubs and lab coat, but in a pair of overalls and a sweater with the sleeves rolled up. With a heavy sigh, he went to the cafeteria.

Tachanka, Lion, and Blitz were already in the kitchen. Tachanka was hauling government beef while Lion and Blitz were cleaning stoves. Lion stopped to see Doc, who was already with a mop and bucket.

"And here is the man of the hour!" Lion sarcastically raised his arms for a hug, only to hug himself and walk away.

"Now you will taste the life of a common man!" Blitz sneered, kicking the bucket away from Doc.

"Very mature, Elias. Oliver," Doc turned to both of them, deadpan, "Let's get this done like adults, shall we?" Blitz and Lion burst out in laughter as Doc started to clean the floor.

However, cleaning the floor when everyone's pissed at you was no easy feat. Blitz and Lion proceeded to play soccer with the rolling bucket. Doc swiftly recaptured it, but it wasn't for long.

After many conflicts with the bucket and an eventual spillover, Doc was able to mop the whole kitchen. He wiped his brow and whistled low in a prayer for an easier task, but Tachanka presented him an entire bag of frozen hamburger beef patties.

"You make hamburger. I clean tables," Tachanka dropped it on his hands as he casually walked over to the cafeteria tables. He sat down on a table and called Finka. Doc grunted in frustration, taking the nutrition primer and reading the directions on making a hamburger. He put the bag down on the counter to let the patties thaw, then he heated up the grill and squirted on some liquid butter alternative. While waiting, he turned to Lion and Blitz and asked:

"Can you men please help me with the burgers?"

"Why?" Bandit raised his hands up in indifference, "You helped yourself to my boyfriend."

"Adultery is a sin, you know," Lion added, "I'll get the lettuce."

"Don't be so petty. We're having hamburgers tonight," Doc sighed, "I thought you liked hamburgers."

"We do," Blitz corrected him, "We just don't want to help."

"Bah, we've no choice to help our fellow brother here," Lion corrected the German, "Get the onions, mon ami." Blitz growled and took out the onions and madly chopped them.

"Where's Mute and Bandit anyway?" Doc asked, opening the bag of hamburgers.

"They're bathroom duty. Mute's done though so he'll be here," Blitz answered through tears. With Doc grilling the hamburgers, Lion and Blitz put together the vegetables. Mute came in heated the buns on Doc's grill, occasionally pushing a patty. Bandit came in next, setting up the stations. People started to file into the cafeteria, causing a long line to snake around the room. Tachanka came first though.

"You sat and talked to Finka while we did everything else. Why are you first?" Doc was flabbergasted at the large Russian's audacity to cut in line.

"Doesn't matter, give me burger," Tachanka spat his answer, "Double cheese, no vegetables!" Doc rolled his eyes as he assembled the burger and set it on the rack. The other man took it wordlessly. Dinner went on silently between the six until everyone was served. When truly done, Doc dispersed to his own table, eating a burger with all the vegetables.

"Doc!" Someone called out to him.

"What grievance do you have this time?" Doc muttered between bites.

The voice approached him, revealing the owner to be Montagne. Montagne was smiling this time, a rare sight since the trial.

"Gilles?" Doc swallowed a large bite of his burger.

"Holy shit, that burger was good!" Montagne squealed, "It had nothing but the basics, but mon dieu that tasted so good. I didn't know you could cook!"

"Well grilling beef patties according to a nutrition primer isn't all that hard…" His eyes shifted sideways.

"Well I'm glad you could make so many, because I had seconds! I was even considering a third," Montagne laughed.

"…I'm glad you enjoyed them. At least I didn't fuck it up. But seriously two are enough."

"Don't take my word for it, everyone else liked them too!"

Doc put away his trash to see Blitz glaring angrily at him. IQ just criticized his onions and praised Doc's patties. He chuckled nervously as he went back into the kitchen to clean the place up.

Bouncing between kitchen duty, bathroom duty, and his medical duties, Gustave was run ragged. He couldn't indulge in his most private desires nor could act like a complete degenerate to anyone or anything. The medic that was sent to watch him was a man with a doctorate in Psychology, which made it harder to shrug off any of his issues.

"Gustave, you can't, again reconcile with someone without sexualizing them," The medic sighed, "They will be uncomfortable."

"But I'm not, Mercutio!" Doc countered him, hopping into his overalls, "Rook isn't my boyfriend, but my best friend."

"When a best friend sexualizes another, it is creepy," Mercutio added, "Situation be damned!"

"Well I feel like shit now," Doc yelled over the curtains, "Be right back, I've been called to clean the bathroom."

"Enjoy! Manual labor is indeed a cleansing experience!"

"…You wouldn't say that after the stuff I've cleaned…"

Blitz shoved the bin of supplies wordlessly to Doc. He glared at him, sulking. "Just because you haven't fucked anything up doesn't mean you're free in my book. I took the women's wing. I don't want any rape in my team, you creepy fuck. It's going to take a lot more to convince me. Get the fuck out of my sight." He walked away with his own bin of supplies.

Doc frowned in shame but pushed the bin into the men's communal restroom and went to work. He was well-aware of how disgusting a human can be, but this experience redefined it. Clogged toilets, smeared feces, clogged sinks… He knew humans as a collective were absolutely disgusting now. He started with putting Lysol on the sink and squeegeeing the mirrors. He then wiped the stalls with a dilute bleach solution and cleaned the toilets. He did this stall by stall, realizing how nice manual labor was for him. It was purposeful, productive, and it kept his mind busy. Mercutio had a point.

What broke him out of his trance was a familiar voice in another stall. It was a panicked voice. "Is… anyone in there? Hello?"

"Gustave here, cleaning the bathrooms, like the piece of shit I am," Doc called out, lazily wiping the stall.

"Oh… Hi Gus," The voice slowed down, now warm with the mention of his name.

"…Julien?" Doc's wiping came to a stop, "What's going on?"

"…I broke it off with Blitz," Rook's voice started to break, "I love him, but with what I did with you…"

"No, I should apologize," Doc started, suppressing his emotion, "I was being selfish and creepy. I wasn't thinking rationally. I used you when I shouldn't have, Julien."

"But you didn't use me, Gus. I usually prevent these things."

"Don't be such an apologist, Julien!" Doc punched the stall, "I abused your trust and I'm incredibly sorry. I've fucked up so much and I don't want to lose you. You're one of my best friends and that's why I couldn't face you these past few days. Why didn't you even throw me off when I kissed you?"

"Because…" Rook's voice trailed off for a moment, digging into his conscience, "I don't want to lose you either. I felt not only your stress when you kissed me, but your latent feelings. Yes, I'm aware of the shit you've done, but at the same time, you're still my best friend too. Yet I think what I feel for you is beyond that… I won't deny you're a silver fox, though. I just felt uncomfortable being with Blitz after that. He's a great man with plenty of wisdom and fun but he deserves better."

"No, you deserve better."

"But I want you. That's why I was willing to let you use my body. That's why I don't consider myself used…"

"Julien-"

"Not in the traditional way of course. You do and go through so much for us, it's amazing. I can't comprehend what you've seen and done. You just don't… stop. You keep going and going and going, and that's what's killing you, Gustave. Blitz is like that too, willing to forgo sleep just to fix his shield. It's admirable. I put up with cheating with you because I thought it would make you stop. I thought if I the body you oh-so like on the line, it would make you understand the importance of resting."

"…I guess you were able to put yourself together the way Mercutio put me together. Well done."

"I'm a hypocrite. I should've gone to Mercutio for this shit," Rook scoffed at himself, "I just downplay it because you made me feel good, plain and simple."

"What the fuck are we even now, Julien?"

"We're still best friends, right?" Doc was now sitting on a closed toilet.

"Yes."

"What are you going to do with Blitz, me, and everyone else?"

"Well, I'll let Blitz find whoever but I'm still going to be a friend to everyone. It's like how you're still generous after dealing with our crap. Sorry to say, though, I'm in no fucking shape for a relationship after this shitshow."

"Me too. I guess we're two birds of a feather, huh?"

"Yeah," Rook chuckled, voice filled with mirth, "I've missed you, Gus."

"I missed you Julien."

The weeks have come and gone, with Doc on his last two days of house arrest. People have slowly warmed up to Doc again. Doc and Rook had started talking regularly again. Finka had let Doc know more about herself again. Smoke and Lesion had started to observe his orders more closely. The boy in the green hat sent him stationary and a bottle of Chianti. The SAS were even more respectful of him now.

Doc and Finka were in the laboratory working on Finka's nanomachines. They were recording dendrite lengths only to see her rapidly recording numbers.

"Slow down, Finka!" Doc gasped, "You usually don't write this fast, what's going on here?"

"I'm sorry Gustave, but I have to leave soon," Finka apologized as she recorded some more numbers.

"Why?"

"The UN consortium is in town and Tachanka and the others took it upon themselves to go," Finka spoke fast, "I told him not to, but he's still going to do it anyway."

"And what is wrong with that?" Doc was incredulous.

"The UN is planning to cut funding to the Spetznaz. Tachanka and the others set up a plan to appeal to them."

"What is wrong with Tachanka's plan?"

"They're planning to fake having Tourette's to appeal to them to not cut their funding!"

"That's dishonest!"

"That's why I told him not too, but he won't listen. Really, I have to go." Finka packed up her bag and ran out of the lab. A ball of disgust formed in the bottom of Doc's stomach. He followed Finka immediately after.

"What the hell are you doing?" Doc stopped in his tracks, seeing Six bracing herself in front of the door.

"I was going to help Lera, ma'am," Doc answered, saluting her.

"Unfortunately, you're still under house arrest. I cannot let you go outside. If you have to help her, you must do so from here."

"Six, ma'am, I want to speak with you about something. I want you to make an exception"

"Do tell…"

They went to Six's office, with Doc presenting his case to her.

"PRE-MEDIDTATED FRAUD?" Six bellowed in shock, eyes wide.

"Believe me, Lera gave me a throughout account of what the Spetznaz men are planning to do."

"But do you have evidence of this?" Six calmed herself down, "I want to a concrete reason to let you out."

"Indeed I have," Doc pulled out a USB stick and put it in her laptop. He opened a file. The sounds of the Spetznaz men yelling curse words, the explicit plans of fooling the UN, and Finka's protest was enough to convince her. "Only someone like me can tell they're frauds."

"GO, FUCKING GO!" Six screamed.

The Spetznaz men were teetering on the edge of the front row seats. The UN consortium was packed with the brim with CTU's from around the world. The judges were analyzing each CTU's appeal to not have their sweet, sweet funding taken away. Some were laughed off stage, some wept with them, some were immediately booed. Next to them were the Scotland Yard, which was only two people. One of them was a tall, string bean of an Irish man, with wild puffy dark hair. The other was a taller, broader man. He looked like Sledge but softer and had a dark auburn faux-hawk.

The Irish man whispered to Glaz, "Your leader looks like he's full of shit,"

"Language, O'Daly!" The Scottish man admonished him, "Also that's incredibly rude."

"Just saying what I feel, Kiernan, gosh!" O'Daly fired back, crossing his arms.

"Will the Spetznaz come up? Spetznaz?" The announcer droned on. Many repeated her, but in different languages. The Russian men got up and walked up to the stage from the back end.

"Remember what we rehearsed," Tachanka reminded them, "Let's give them a show. I love you all."

One of the judges, an old man in a suit and glasses, looked at the four men. His lips curled up in intrigue and asked, "You men are Spetznaz, yes?"

"Indeed we are, sir," Glaz replied, "Please listen to our plea. We still need funding."

"Can you please list the reasons that we need funding, sirs?"

Tachanka stepped forward, "I will, sir. Russia, despite its big economy- ASS LICKER!"

"Sir, this is not a game. If you're going to shout curses at us, please leave the stage."

"We are completely serious. I have Tourette's Syndrome. So do the rest of us- SHIT!" Tachanka continued, motioning towards a shaking and blubbering Fuze, "Still has heavy amounts of poverty in rural areas. This thins out- ASS! Our forces. While we do get plenty of funding from our home country, it's not enough-"

"TITTY SPRINKLES!" Kapkan had an outburst, seizing up on his shoulder, "Our weaponry and equipment are showing wear. They can only last so much against the snow. SHIT!"

"WASHCLOTH!" Fuze blubbered and shook his head, "While the Spetznaz is still for counter-terrorism, we decided to ramp up our efforts- HAMBURGERS! Towards peacetime. That means delivering care packages to those impoverished and war-torn and funding for survival supplies to us and civilians. SHIT!"

"Boop," Glaz made it soft but high-pitched and snapped his fingers. He was doing it consistently but no one really heard him after Fuze stopped talking.

"ASSHOLE!" Tachanka had another outburst, "In conclusion, to take away our funding is not only hindering the peacetime efforts of our country, but spitting on the face of the differently-abled that chose to serve their country. FISHSTICKS!"

"Mhmmm…." The old man mulled over his response, "Anything to champion to differently-abled and the efforts of those who bring peace. Perhaps we were wrong to underestimate the progressiveness of the Spetznaz…" He took a pen out and signed a few papers, "You keep your funding." The Russians gathered in a circle and cheered quietly amongst themselves. Just as they walked off the stage, the back door burst open.

"THEY ARE FAKING IT!"

The crowd gasped and whispered amongst themselves. The old man picked up his pen and fixed his glasses, and roared, "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?"

"I may not be part of the Spetznaz, but I am their medic," Doc descended down the stairs, towards the stage. His white lab coat was trailing behind him, but instead of scrubs underneath, he wore his GIGN armor, "I have never diagnosed any of them with Tourette's Syndrome."

"BULLSHIT!" Tachanka roared, "He is lying. I AM IN LOVE WITH RUSLANA! AT NIGHT I DREAM ABOUT KISSING RUSLANA-AAAAAAAH!" He hopped back, eyes wide, "What the fuck are you doing here?"

"Finka told me everything. None of you went to me about this and I can tell by looking you're just abusing the symptoms," Doc continued.

"That bitch!" Tachanka cursed, "KAPKAN AND I TOUCHED WIENERS. I mean, winter is a very cold time of year!" The crowd went from awestruck silence to speaking amongst themselves.

"Do you have any definitive proof of this, medic?" The old man asked.

"Don't mind if I do," Doc tossed a USB stick at the table, "The video should tell you it's all pre-meditated."

"Bylat!" Tachanka cursed once more, running off stage and out through the back door. The Spetznaz followed him. Doc followed them too.

The Russians ran through an alley and that's where Doc followed them to. They emerged to an Asda, where Thatcher and Sledge were shopping. "Bloody hell, I've never seen Russians going inside an Asda!" Thatcher spat. Sledge shrugged his shoulders.

They went from aisle to aisle, with Fuze accidentally bumping into Mute, who was enjoying his donuts. Mourning the fallen donuts, Mute took after Fuze. After sneaking around the store, the Spetznaz burst out and ran across the street. Doc and Mute ran after them. The next destination was an ice cream shop.

"Aizawa is best man and anyone who disagrees can suck my dick!" Hibana claimed over a scoop of butter pecan.

"No, Endeavor is best man!" Frost slammed the table and got into the other woman's face, jumping her scoop of Pumpkin Spice.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"Present. Mic." Ying tersely ate her Neapolitan scoop.

"Ying, I'm glad you were able to find this ice cream shop but get out of here with that trash," Frost got into her face too.

Confused at the discussion, the men ran out of the shop. Doc secretly got a pint of Cheese ice cream. They then ran across the street once more, finding themselves in a Starbucks. The men realized they wanted some coffee so they waited in line and waited more for their drinks.

"Ever took a shit so good you sit on the toilet for a few minutes afterwards?" Valkyrie asked, clutching her Pumpkin Spice latte. Ash, Ela, and Zofia agreed elatedly over their Pumpkin Spice lattes.

The men shuddered in disgust and chugged down their coffees and went on their ways. So the Russians ran across the street again. Tachanka bumped into Kiernan, who was holding O'Daly on his shoulders. The men cursed loudly and pursued Tachanka. And so they went…

To the salon, where Fuze got a haircut…

To the bank…

To the pet store…

To Blick's, where everyone cursed at O'Daly, Kiernan, and Glaz for taking so long…

"Long time no see, Glaz," Kiernan held his copics up to him.

"Kiernan! O'Daly! My animating comrades!" Glaz hugged them both, covered in oil paints.

"Well, we still need a background painter," O'Daly greeted.

"Come on! Come on! Come on!" Tachanka shooed then out, continuing the chase. They set out on the street again, where Kapkan ran over Lion.

"Mon dieu!" Lion yelled as he brushed himself up, "Wanna get some coffee with me, mon Cheri?" Rook looked at him distastefully, arms crossed.

"Non." Rook tossed a cup of water at his face and walked away.

Their chase ended up in McDonald's, which was a few clicks near the base. Everyone ran past except Tachanka, who went up to the cashier and said, "I'll have two Number 9's, a Number 9 Large, a Number 6 with extra Dip, a Number 7, Two Number 45's, one with Cheese, and a large Soda." Just as he paid, the whole order was in a bag and he ran out with it. It now went back to base with them weaving in and out of various rooms.

"You trying to burn the place down, O'Daly?" Clash popped out to see the Irish and Scottish men running around the dormitories, "…And O'Daly wrangler, what the hell are you doing here?"

"Hi Morowa!" O'Daly greeted.

"Hi Morowa," Kiernan greeted, "We went to the UN consortium. We could've been in Team Rainbow with you, a pity."

"Scotland Yard needs you, Kiernan. O'Daly would burn everything if he doesn't have you," Clash agreed.

"Speaking of trouble, there you are!" He grabbed the collar of Tachanka's shirt and pulled him towards him and O'Daly, "Weren't you taught not to bump into people?"

"Cyka bylat!" Tachanka yelled, "That's my McDonald's!"

Mute shook his fist towards Fuze. Fuze gave Mute a number 9 and then they shook hands.

Six came into the room, livid, "Tachanka, Fuze, Kapkan, And Glaz! I saw what you did on CNN and you are all SUSPENDED!" She saw Kiernan holding Tachanka and O'Daly and let the former off his hands, "Thank you Kiernan, as good as you are, Scotland Yard wouldn't be same without you."

"No offense taken, ma'am," Kiernan replied, "Let's go home, O'Daly." The two left the base without a word. Two entered the base, debating while walking the dogs.

"So if you had to share a room between Doc and Tachanka, who would it be?" Buck asked, giving a dog a treat.

"I mean if I gotta choose between a closet pervert and a douchey con artist, I'd take Tachanka. At least he won't touch me at night," Echo answered.

"I respect Doc for what he does, but I'm glad I'm old, grouchy, and ugly. But I don't want Tachanka conning me either," Buck replied. Six yelled at the Russian men as she called in some helicopters to take them away. Everyone filed in to see the mess unfold, some even coming back from going out. The men scowled or hung their heads in shame as they left the compound. Six made a short statement but after that everyone still stayed. Doc pulled out a pint of cheese ice cream and gave it to Rook.

Doc then separated himself from the crowd, and then said, "You know, I learned something from these past few weeks. Yes, humanity is cruel and disgusting at times but at the same time humanity is amazing and progressive. No one is perfect, and this is big coming from me. Yet in all my years of service, you have to hit rock bottom to really learn how to a better human. Yes war is hell, but it doesn't excuse you from making the mistakes I or the Spetznaz made. And yes, we at Team Rainbow aren't perfect, but we can learn to make a better world for all."

"Yeah," Rook said, digging into his ice cream, "Speaking of trust you shouldn't start a relationship with someone just because they touch you down there."

[chromemuffin]

Shoukoku no Altair Liveblogging (Chapter 3)

Last time on Shoukoku no Altair: Mahmut and Shara ride off under the crescent moon to save their friend Ibrahim who is supposedly leading a revolt! Aka, I didn’t know what image to use so I went with one from the last chapter.

I have resigned myself to one chapter per post, so that will be the trend from now on.

Chapter 3: The Hatted Viceroy

I like the official Eng translation for this chapter’s title. It still sounds a little weird (it’s actually Ibrahim’s title, the kanji originally meaning ‘decorated hat’ whatever that’s supposed to mean). Speaking of his hat:

He has had it since he was young. Is that why it’s his nickname? 

Slight translation error here: He is Ibrahim from Hisar, the fortress town on the border where the revolt from last chapter is taking place.

And it was a young Mahmut holding that sword (look, I am terrible at anticipating what happens next in a story, this will never change)! He does look a little younger here, mostly in his chest and shoulders, but also how the pot/basket holding Iskander’s treats is bigger on his person than it is in the present. lol manga ages. Also, being underestimated/talked down to for his age does seem to bother him quite a bit.

I like the wing designs on the container, and on the blade. Not as intricate as the one he has now as a pasha, but still nice detailing there.

“Acemi oglanlar” which the translation I have here says means “foreign boys” in Turkish, is 新参の少年 (young newcomers (boys specifically)) in Japanese. For those who don’t know, when dealing with foreign words in Japanese, sometimes the author chooses kanji for meaning (新参の少年) and puts little furigana on top to indicate how they want it pronounced (in this case, acemi oglanlar).

The translator indicates that the “devsirme” differs between real life and Altair-world. In real life, it was the practice of enslaving foreign (Christian) youths in the army, and in Altair it’s a test of 'military arts’ (according to the Japanese).

Another minor error. It should be: “The kid in the vanguard was the top-seated finalist.” (先頭の子, if it was ‘son’ it would probably be 息子 to be clear)

But omg Mahmut is so?? Cute???

Look at that pout.

lol “Whenever we’re eating or sleeping, he only ever pays attention to his bird.”

Little unsociable Mahmut is adorable. He probably felt quite out of place, though, due to his age and single-minded purpose for joining the army in the first place. And not being the type to approach others for conversation first. It made him really isolated (you can’t even really call them his peers, they’re much older than him). I emphasize, you have to drag me into social interaction, too, otherwise I’ll just slink off to a distant corner.

So sad, he’s been this frustrated for years, unable to do anything to make a difference.

It’s really nice that he recognized that battles and such require joint effort from everyone even at that age (there’s no such thing as a one man army), though he was too young to realize just how annoyed everyone was with taking orders from someone younger than them all the time. It didn’t even occur to him.

The next page reveals that he worried he didn’t have the talent to make it, even though he clearly did, but he was comparing himself to people way older him so. It certainly is a lot of pressure on anyone, especially because he never made any friends up until that point and was basically alone.

I quite like this guy’s criticism, harsh as it is. I mean, he’s 12, but at the same time he needed that experience to humble him. Especially as a kid, as we tend to be more egocentric when we’re young. And the guy doesn’t sound malicious or like he’s talking down to him (well, yes, he is physically talking down to him) but just admonishing him and telling him the truth for what it is.

(Poor little injured Mahmut though. And his horse is freaking dozing off to the side there. or eating with its eyes closed?)

He broke a bone?? Geez. Well, he was riding a horse, lucky he didn’t get a worse injury.

I’d be Ibrahim, being “oh no, he’s crying?” what do I do

He’s being so hard on himself, poor thing. hello, you’re 12! nobody’s perfect. poor kid. I really do love his range of emotions? His frustrated tears, and how he’s trying to hold them back and be strong are very clearly conveyed here. Also, it makes me think back to when his mother made him promise not to cry when their village was attacked.

Here, he takes the man’s words to heart. He doesn’t react defensively, but takes the criticism one step to far and assumes he’ll never be fit to become pasha. I just love how he’s still shown to have such a childlike point of view in addition to his maturity.

I’m really liking this chapter.

don’t end in tragedy please. It’s too early in the series for that.

OH NO xD are you feeding the poor bird wine

But Mahmut really needed a friend like Ibrahim, and I’m glad to see how he truly is grateful and appreciates that friendship. The social interaction is good for him (though maybe not for Iskander haha).

Anyway, flashback over! And Shara is so prepared! She’s so cute here. And look at their faces (Iskander is Concerned):

I like this manga’s balance between serious and comedy/cute moments (Mahmut’s always adorable but I digress). It can be so jarring when it’s not spaced out/timed right in manga.

Ooh and now the other side is on the move. I’m wondering what Ibrahim is thinking though?

This Louis guy is very good at manipulating things, he REALLY wants a war, huh. HEY at least the emperor dude isn’t stupid. He gets that something’s up.

She gave him...women’s clothes...haha. Despite his petite stature and really young looks, he does not look like a woman with that glare.

WAIT. This dude thinks they’re actually Araba? haha ok.

oooh tension.

omg they braided his hair...to make him look more feminine? I guess, if you squint.

Oh, it’s Ibrahim’s family! His wife looks very worried...

What is going on here...Oh! He was being forced to do it after all.

AH LOVELY. Setting all the hostages on FIRE. wtf

Oh, Zaganos! Very bishounen, but also very, very intimidating. Would not want to stand anywhere near this guy (and he got a horse to match his dark motif).

Oh no! Ibrahiiim. What’s with these people and why do two of them have eyepatches?

This will end up being either a really cool or a really sad shot later:

And then...

HAHAHA.

With a completely straight face.

Then he says: “Sorry, Mahmut.”

OH NO

Also, does no know notice that this big bird is following him? I know that male eagles are smaller, but they are very distinctive. And he has fancy jesses on his feet which clearly indicates he is trained.

Yeeesss more of Mahmut’s expressions.

This is his ‘oh no’/horrible realization face. Which quickly (!) turns into this lovely determination:

I love the little braid haha.

Ah, so Zaganos has suspicions about this whole thing being manipulated behind the scenes. I like that he’s actually an intelligent guy? But he’s quick to resort to violence even knowing that there’s more to the situation, in order to achieve his goals. Which may make him more detestable to some people than if he had blindly believed Ibrahim had genuinely betrayed them. shrug I’m having fun with his character. With everyone so far, in fact.

Though he is a bit of an ass:

dude.

Wait, ok. On the last page of this chapter it seems the Araba are heading towards...Hisar. It was a bit confusing because we end up in St. Michael’s keep immediately on the next page of the next chapter, but I read ahead and yes, they are approaching Hisar. I was clearly not paying enough attention to the architecture (if I did, these posts would be even longer).

EITHER WAY, things are sure heating up. We got some awesome flashbacks and now know what the heck is going on in Hisar.

← back・onward →

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‘The Bachelor’ Episode 5 Recap: Battle in the Bayou

Warning: This recap contains spoilers for Episode 4 of The Bachelor.

Hello, rose lovers! Time to rejoin Corinne and Taylor’s partially-orchestrated catfight, already in progress:

Corinne: “You’re hurting my feelings, Taylor!”

Taylor: “Maturity and emotional intelligence can kind of go hand-in-hand.”

Corinne: “No, it can’t!”

And so it goes. Corinne calls Taylor rude and questions if she’s here for the Right Reasons™ , while Taylor crinkles her brow and makes a Bish, please face.

This is the “most anticipated showdown of the season,” Chris Harrison? Try again, pal. Can we just get to the rose ceremony please?

Nope! Because first we have to watch Corinne pull Nick aside again, this time to trash-talk Taylor.

Nick’s all, “Uh-huh, uh-huh, okay,” and he thanks Corinne for being so honest and. So, is he a total sucker, or is he just fending off a Corinne freak-out by telling her what she wants to hear? Survey says…

Yes, Taylor gets a rose. (Doesn’t she look happy about it?) The therapist joins Whitney (WHO?), Danielle M., Jasmine, Rachel, Jaimi, Josephine, Vanessa, Alexis, Corinne, Raven, and Kristina in the “winners” circle, meaning tonight we say goodbye to Astrid — she of the insufficiently supportive jog bra — and Sarah, who I had to look up on the ABC cast page. Bye, “ladies”! Now, on to New Orleans!

Wrong show, honey. Anyhow, after the obligatory “look at our awesome hotel suite” segment, Harrison drops by with the good news: It’s two-on-one date week! And judging by Taylor’s face, she knows exactly how this is going to go down.

Hold that thought, honey! Your abject humiliation will have to wait for a while, because right now Rachel has her first one-on-one date with the Bachelor. They stroll through the French Market sampling oysters and hot sauce, and smooching intermittently in front of bemused and confused tourists.

“My chemistry with Rachel is probably the most explosive chemistry I have at this point with any of the women,” says Nick. “She kind of has it all.” Agreed, Rachel is delightful — and she’s got some good dance moves too.

Kudos to Team Bachelor, by the way, for staging that parade directly under the women’s hotel room.

The day portion of the date ends with an oddly brief pit stop at a LOLO concert — and the next thing we know, it’s nighttime and Nick and Rachel are having their “take things to the next level” private dinner inside Mardi Gras World museum. There, Rachel reveals to Nick that she visited NOLA earlier in the year for a funeral, where she danced in a second line parade and vowed to live life to the fullest. “That’s why that moment meant so much to me,” she explains.

They go on to have an easy, sweet conversation about her family — particularly Rachel’s father, who’s an “intimidating” federal judge. “How do you think he’d respond to, like, you bringing this guy home?” Nick asks. But Rachel doesn’t get a chance to answer, because the Bachelor — perhaps worried that he’s tipped his hand a bit too much — starts rambling about how nervous he is to meet anyone’s parents, since he’s already gone through the whole “May I have your daughter’s hand” thing twice before, to no avail. “I’m might be breaking rules here,” Nick concludes, “but I’m super into you.” Good boy! Now give her the rose, silly.

Meanwhile, back at the hotel, it’s time for the two-on-one reveal. Vanessa, would you please do the honors?

That’s right: Josephine, Kristine, Alexis, Raven, Jaimi, Vanessa, Danielle M., Whitney (WHO?), Jasmine, and Danielle L. have made the group date cut, meaning that tonight we might finally get to see Platinum Vagine sent packing.

After the group date, of course. Nick meets the “ladies” at a lovely estate named Houmas House, which is not only a historic mansion but also “one of the most haunted houses of all of Louisina,” says the Bachelor. Raven, bless her heart, is not having it: “If we see a ghost, I’m gonna rebuke that thing in the name of Jesus is what I’m gonna do,” she drawls. “I’m not puttin’ up with it.”

A gentleman named Boo (a little on the nose, don’t you think?) greets the group and gives them the rundown of the house’s history and spectral residents — including a dead little girl named Mae, who had a spectacularly creepy doll collection.

Some of the women are willing to play along, talking about how creepy the place is and how they can feel a “presence” among them — but Jasmine scoffs and boldly picks up Mae’s hat and tries it on (much to Jaimi’s chagrin). Unclear how may feels about it, though.

When Nick and Co. contact May via the Ouiji board, the spirits confirms that she’s in the house… and the producers turn off the lights. (Team Bachelor also convinced Boo to pace outside of the house muttering, “They touched the dolly!” — another nice touch.) Nick, Raven, and Whitney (maybe?) head upstairs to look for the ghost girl — but she’s nowhere to be found, nor is her beloved doll. Everyone wanders around in the dark for a bit until Jasmine, fed up, lifts the sheet on the statue — the one Boo warned them not to touch, naturally — and the moment she does, a chandelier falls from the ceiling, right on cue.

By the way, what was under that sheet? Something truly terrifying:

Aww, I’m just joshin’ ya, Corinne! You enjoy your pre-date rituals — bathing, eating enough food to sustain a junior varsity football team, and making up words.

No, but that’s ok — the Bachelor likes to mangle language, too.

Close enough, I guess.

Back inside the mansion, Jasmine and Raven tiptoe into Mae’s room, where Jasmine asks the dead young lady to forgive her for touching her hat. Suddenly, things objects start falling off the shelf behind her! Is it the undead, or the Bachelor Interns shaking the bookcase from the darkened corner? I guess we’ll never know.

Man, this date is dragging on. Nick, move it along, won’t you?

Danielle M.? Sure, sounds good. On to the Battle in the Bayou!

Taylor is feeling confident. “I don’t think today is a hard decision for Nick because Corinne and I are two very different people,” she says. “I don’t have a nanny — I have a master’s degree in clinical mental health counseling… If Nick gives Corinne the rose today, he’s thinking with his d**k.” Girl, you should always assume Nick is always thinking with his d**k. Am I the only one who started to worry at this point that things weren’t going to end well for Taylor?

The beefy boat operator drops Nick and his “ladies” off in the middle of the wooded swampland, where bones and giant bugs await them.

But the real romance doesn’t start until they arrive at a pop-up voodoo ritual, where a priestess and her… parishoners? coven? pals? Anyhow, everyone’s doing their voodoo thing. The priestess leads the trio to a tarot card reader, who is there to bring “clarity and light to the situation.” Fun fact: This isn’t the first time Nick’s participated in a producer-mandated tarot card reading. On last season of Bachelor in Paradise, he and his Ms. Right Now, Jen, got a reading on their last date — though by the time it aired Nick had already been announced as the new Bachelor and we all knew Jen was a goner. What fresh hell awaits him this time?

The tarot card lady decides the situation is too “tense” to do a group reading, so she sends Corinne and Nick away to focus on Taylor first. And what kind of Bachelor villain would Corinne be if she didn’t use this time to undermine her rival? “I do feel a little obligated to tell you, there’s a situation in the house with me and Taylor,” she says. “She emotionally attacked me. She basically called me stupid.” Nick’s response — “How did that make you feel?” — is really odd. Is he a therapist now? It seems the more useful question would be, “What was the argument about?” or “What exactly did she say?” But why bother with details when you can make out in the middle of a swamp?

When Nick sits down with Taylor, he doesn’t waste any time getting to the question at hand: Are you a big ol’ bully like Corinne says? If Taylor flat-out denied the accusations that she bullied Corinne and called her “stupid,” we didn’t get to see it. Instead, we hear Taylor give Nick a speech about how he needs someone with emotional intelligence and confidence — and she also reveals with a smirk that Corinne didn’t know what “emotional intelligence” meant. Man, As much as dislike Corinne, the more we see of Taylor it’s clear that she’s no trip to Pismo beach, either.

When Taylor returns from her chat with Nick, she finds Corinne sitting alone at the tarot card table playing with her new voodoo doll.

“I hope that you feel like you used your time with him wisely — because you lied to him,” Taylor snaps. “Not once did I say you were stupid, did I name-call you, and I certainly did not bully you.” They bicker back and forth a bit, with Corinne saying it blows her mind that Taylor is a mental health counselor, and Taylor retorting that Corinne’s claim to run a “multi-million-dollar company” is equally laughable. Then they sit in frosty silence while Nick makes his way back through the woods.

“To me it’s not about how Taylor and Corinne feel about each other,” says Nick. “It’s about how I feel about these women.” And how’s that? Well, a framegrab is worth 1,000 words:

Yeppers, Corrine gets the rose. And with that, she and Nick climb back into the boat and leave Taylor to get eaten alive by bugs, gators, and her own inner demons.

Actually, scratch that — Taylor’s not going away just yet. As we all know, this is the part of the process where the dumped two-on-one dater makes some kind of vaguely stalker-y return to “speak his/her piece,” and that’s exactly what Taylor plans to do — right after she’s finished with this ritual voodoo cleansing.

Ahhhh, refreshing. Hey Nick and Corinne, I hope you don’t mind a side of on-camera conflict with your dinner.

Oh look — our old friend the “To Be Continued” sign. I guess we’ll have to wait until next week to see if Taylor can change Nick’s mind — or if he ends up sending both she and Corinne home. Post your predictions below! And be sure to check out Chris Harrison’s exclusive blog right here. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go make this into a t-shirt.

The Bachelor airs Mondays at 8 p.m. on ABC. Watch clips and full episodes of The Bachelor for free on Yahoo View.

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Polygamy - Beginning

Genre: Smut, Slice of life, Bisexual and Polygamous Relationship

Word count: 3.3K

Warnings: It’s a series with a switch bts boys. Multi relationship. If your not mature, don’t read it.

What is love? Is it simply just an emotion that us humans feel or is it something more chemical? What is attractive? Why is it so different between men and women? What makes them so uptight about their dominance?

"Elizabeth?" A sweet musical voice sang to draw my attention.

I was staring blankly at  my untouched plate of fish. My eyes looked up to see my friend across from me. Her long brown hair spilled over her fragile, thin figure. Her large light brown eyes bore into mine as she raised a questionable eyebrow.

"Don't do that." I looked away at the room buzzing with couples and their overpriced dinner plates.

"Do what?"

"Your makeup," I turned to face her and eyed her powdered white face and heavy eyeliner. "Its going to get ruined when you keep frowning." I said plainly.

She gasped and touched the back of her hand to her cheek. Saying my name as if I was the devil.

"You look like a fragile doll made of glass." I pointed at her short dress that was a peachy color. "Especially the makeup. It looks like it would crack if you smiled."

She continued to gasp and slowly brought a smile to her face. Squinting her eyes and poking her dimples as if she was cute.

"I look beautiful, Liz." She opened her eyes and looked me up and down. "But you on the other hand, look dreadful." She said in disgust and wrinkled her perky nose.

"Its comfortable." I crossed my arms over my white baggy T-shirt, unfortunately it had wrinkles that were noticeable as day, since I practically ran out of my house.

"You look like you woke up in a pile of puke."

"It's a tea stain, and at least I'm comfortable rather than suffer wearing what you're wearing." I sipped my cup of water as a perky waitress came to check on our table. My friend automatically flashed a bright smile and told the waitress that she wanted more water. After the waitress left, my friend released her fake smile and stared at me all pissed off.

"Elizabeth."

"Rebecca." I mimicked her and chuckled softly, finding humor in pissing my dearest friend off. "What am I doing here anyway?" I resumed to watch the couples eat their dinners. "I was in the middle of writing a new chapter." I sighed and glanced down at my watch. Nearly midnight and I have that stupid meeting tomorrow... I got a headache thinking about it.

"To see the waiter." She turned her attention to the far wall, where a young handsome boy with curly brown hair tickled the back of his neck and a strong profile, taking orders from a couple.

"Not my type." I returned to sipping my water and poked at my fish on my white plate. Mumbling  to myself that the fish was to dry to eat.

"You are no fun." Becca sighed and chewed on her tiny piece of steak. After a couple of bites she looked at me and then my plate.

"That's $22.45 right there."

"A horrible decision." I looked up at her, "Sorry." She shook her head and went back to chewing her steak.

"So what is your type than?" Becca asked trying to change my mood.

"Someone that doesn't ask too many questions and just does as they are told."

"Elizabeth, I meant what does he look like."

I sighed and raked my already busy mind.

"Someone lean, not skinny or to muscular that his bicep would be the size of my head. But a sweet boy that listens to me, as long as he is lean, I'm not really picky." I smiled softly and ran my index finger over my glass tip. When I looked at Becca, my smile faded away.

Her eyes began to tear up and she chewed on her fork.

"Aww, Liz you are so romantic." She said in a sweet like manner and hugged herself.

"I-I'm leaving." I stood up and fished out a hundred out of my pocket  and set in the middle of our plates, paying for the both of us. "I have a meeting with my betrothed arse tomorrow and a book to write."

Rebecca's face dropped slightly as the boy she had a crush on came back with a pitcher of water. Drawing her attention to the flushed boys face as if he ran there.

I left before  she could say anything, allowing her to converse with the boy she wanted to meet. I walked out and took in a deep breath of the night's chilly air. Clearing my mind from the thoughts that weighed me down. A couple came out right then and hugged each other as if they didn't notice they were in public.Kissing each other like they had no care in the world.

I shifted my attention to the parking lot as I wanted to go home and finish the chapter I was writing. But my mind couldn't help but think what it would be like if I had been in a relationship. Would I act like that woman? Would I feel the warmth from the other person like a heater? I don't know, it has been 10 years since I have experienced what is love, and it wasn't a lovely love story.

While I was walking to my Corvette, I heard a horrible truck engine and a couple of men shouting at each other. One telling the other to zip it up and the other retaliated with a smart comeback about something gay. I shook my head and pulled out my car key to unlock my door until I looked straight ahead at a lighted alleyway where a blue van was open and two big men were dragging in people into the van.

I was shocked that it would be so close to the restaurant. I acted immediately as one of the people that they were dragging into the van was struggling, where the big man punched the smaller person in the gut. I wanted to call the police to solve this, but somehow I felt very pissed that this was happening not a mile away from where Rebecca was eating safely. I quickly opened the glove compartment and pulled out a glock.

Enrage with my anger, my movements next where unpredictable. I walked up and stopped about 50 meters out and shouted at the two big men. Drawing their attention to me. They immediately got close to me, seeing that I just witness them trying to kidnap what looks like a group of people in the back of the van.

"Hello there bitch." One of the men said sweetly as the other circled around back. A common position to take down a prey, but I was no prey. "Whatcha doin, huh? I bet you wanna have some fun with us. Am I right?" The other one chuckled and laid his big hand on my shoulder. A poor move if he didn't want his finger to come off his hand.

"I'm going to be a sweet girl and send you to where you belong." I grinned and grabbed the man's hand and quickly got behind him, twisting his hand and fingers as well. He yelled out and tried to bring a fist back to hit me, but I dodged. Pushing him hard, so he would run into his friend. Both of them fell hard as I quickly escaped into the darkness and watched as they tried to find me.

They ran between the cars as I quickly ran to the van and pulled everyone's bag off their heads, revealing very beautiful faces. Breathtakingly beautiful, they seemed angelic. One of them woke up and saw me, his eyes widened and opened his plump lips to scream.

I silenced him, putting my hand over his chapped lips. Pressing my index finger to my lips and looked out the van door. I gazed into the boy's wide brown eyes as he saw fear and uncertainty. That type of fear I wanted to vanish from his eyes. I looked at the other beautiful boys that were waking up. Slowly I slide my hand off the boy's lips.

"I need you to help me get your friends out of here." I said softly, and searched his eyes to make sure he understood. "I'm here to help, but you need to help me take your friends out of here. Quietly." He shook his head up and down, as strands of his light brown hair fell over his worried eyes.

I smiled and patted his head, not resisting the fact he was adorable even in the hostile environment. I heard the man's voice echoed as he got closer to the van.

"Shit..." I pulled out my Glock, which the boy looked at me and grabbed my hand frantically, shaking his head side to side. "It's going to be fine, little one. I'm not planning to kill anyone today." I said and smiled gently, before slipping out of the van to hide on the side of the van.

The two big dumb men walked in closely together as they cursed out me for disappearing. However they should be surprised, when they didn't expect as I slammed the hilt of the gun against the man's neck and swiftly kneeing the next on in the nuts. As he dropped on his knees, I grabbed his head and brought my knee up to bash his nose and face against my knee. He fell into a deep slumber as I dragged him next to a light post along with his friend.

The boy finally got out, along with 6 of his other friends. All of which looked around then at me as they realize I just saved them. The boy earlier looked at the man at my feet, freezing in his steps, unsure what to do. I looked at the man and back at the shy boys.

"It's fine, guys . They won't hurt you anymore." I smiled to reassure them that these assholes wouldn't be moving as long as I'm here. I found some chains and tied them up tightly and lock the chain. No matter how much muscle you have, you won't be breaking out of those unless you can pick a lock.

I pulled out my phone and dial the police, telling that I found two muscular men trying to kidnapped some people, but I don't know. Honestly, I wanted to the know the reason myself, why such a sloppy kidnap would happening in one of the richest part of the city. Looking back at the scared boys, I also noticed that they were not like the people around here, maybe foreigners?

I quickly called my driver to meet me a couple of blocks down at the back of a Starbucks. I would have to call someone else to pick up my car too. I clicked my tongue as I walked over to the boy's which crowded together and flinched at my movements.

"Everything is fine, okay. Nothing is going to happen to you." I looked into each and everyone's eyes, scared and helpless. I couldn't help but feel the need to protect them, the need to be bring them comfort. But there was a dark side of me that wanted to do bad things to them as well... I shook my head and motioned them to follow me. What was I thinking? Am I nuts, I can't possibly think that is fine to do. Nobody wants to be in this situation and I don't want to be a villain either.

When I looked back they had followed me like a group of lost pups that wanted to follow the person with the most meat. The corner of my lips pulled back into a satisfying smile. As we walked, they eventually became more aware of their surroundings, yet it was alien to them. They haven't been to a huge city, it seems.

A black limo was parked at the back of the Starbucks. Our ride to take up out from hell. I smirked at the sentence, gotta add that one to my book. I waved them to the limo as I opened the door. They hesitated and stopped, not know what would happen if they entered the limo.

I understood and went over to them and grabbed the one with broad shoulders and a pale boy with me. They didn't resist, but they're hands shaked and sweated in mine. I allowed them to look inside where it was clean and clear as if they were no evil or demons in the limo. They both looked at each other and finally told the others to come in another language. It sounded like an Asian language, Japanese? No not that rough and spacious, maybe Korean. I'm not sure, it's been a long night.

They all pooled into the car, sitting there like ducks, wondering what was happening. They must still be in shock after what just happened too. I would be, but I would have done anything to survive.

"To the estate." I told my driver, which nodded in the rear view mirror and drove out of this hellish dream. I slumped back into my seat and shut my tired eyes. I think I will be sore tomorrow. I slowly opened my eyes as I tried to clear my thoughts. Each one of them looked at me with questions on each face. Worried and scared, lonely and jumpy. I felt bad for what happened to them, and looked at each of their lips, all chapped and all look thirsty.

I opened a cabinet and pulled out some water bottle, giving everyone one so they could hydrate, maybe they could calm down, think clearly. As soon as they got the bottle in their hands, they down it like a fish needed the water. It was going to take about a 40 minute drive home, so I pulled out some towels and water. I kneeled on the floor closest to the boy near me.

He was striking beautiful almost out of this world. His eyes so big and brown and his face very unique that it would be difficult to describe. I swallowed my drool as I put water on the towel and brought it to a cut above his eyebrow. He flinched in pain and shut his eyes.

"Sorry..." I withdrew my hand and his eyes flipped open, staring into my eyes. "What is your name?" I asked him softly.

"Tae-taehyung imnida." He said with such a deep voice. I was shocked when I heard his voice. How nice and thick and soulful his voice is. But the drawback was, I didn't speak their language.

"What?" I asked again, feeling stupid.

"His name is Taehyung." One of the boys said. When I turned around to see a man with an undercut. His face was beautiful like everyone else, but I could tell this boy was just oozing with intelligence.

"Tha- you speak English?" I raised my eyebrows. "Does everyone else too?" Just to that, everyone nodded their head. Including the boy that spoke his name.

"This isn't our first time in the USA, but English isn't our first language." The boy said with a tinge of accent.

"They what is your first language?" I asked curiously.

"Korean. We are koreans that wanted to see the world." The boy with a fairly large nose than the others said.

I nodded my head as I was trying to put the puzzle pieces together. I went back to tending to Taehyung's wound and told him to keep it there. I grabbed more towels and went down the line.

The boy in front of me was the one I met the first time. The handsome one with plump lips and fluffy cute cheeks. His lip was cracked, but I put a towel to it right away, feeling bad and angry at what the assholes did to these poor boys.

"What is your name, little one?" I asked him gently.

"Ji-Jimin. My name is Jimin." He said softly. His voice was that of an angel. Pure and high pitched. When I pressed the towel to his lip, he let out a soft sigh, but a tiny bit of his vocals came out. I felt my cheeks get red right away, such a noise was deadly to me. I quickly moved onto the next one, hoping my face was not red.

This boy had a long face than the others. Clearly they were not related, there is just so much difference in them. He didn't have a cut on his face, but his hands were bleeding. I put a drenched towel in his hands and massaged it gently. Earning a groan from him as he layed back and relaxed.

I froze and look at our hands, this is ridiculous. Are these boys trying to start something with me, cause if they keeping moaning something will come back. I cleared my throat and tried to push my dirty thoughts out.

"What is your name?"

I'm Hoseok. Hobi if it's hard to remember." He smiled slightly before relaxing again.

I looked up at him as his next was exposed and his chest rising and falling smoothly as if he was going to sleep. I smiled and let him sleep. Moving along, the boy was the very pale one. His face was serious, but he looked more chilled than the other do. He was at all scratched, maybe because it was under his clothes.

I grabbed his hand gently and slowly helped his long sleeve up to see if there was injures. They are had were bruised but not cut badly, probably with rough handling. I quickly pressed the cool towel to his bruises, which he winced and sucked in his breath.

"And you your name?" I asked him as I looked into his face. He hesitated and looked away. Not saying a word. I sighed and moved onto the next boy. He was the one that first spoke in English. He was quite handsome with his full lips and short haircut. He looked at me and down at my hand which had towels in them.

"It's not necessary." A small smile crossed his face where his dimples showed, just like my friend has. "I didn't get hurt that badly. I probably got bruised."

"Still, its best to treat it now, even though I don't have anything for that." I began pouring water onto the towel, which he waved at. I sighed and stared at him more seriously, "I will know how much they have hurt you all." I said and glanced at each of them.  My eyes landed on the last two who stared at me, wondering what treatment I would give them.

I quickly gave them the towels, before our ride came to a stop. They looked around, puzzled and curious what was outside. Suddenly the door on my side open to see my front yard. I turned back and looked at them again.

"We are home." I said softly and stepped out to see my vast estate. The car stopped right in front of the stairs going up to the top ground. A pool in between the two stairs with a thick glass to expose it like an aquarium. The boys got out and looked around with large eyes. They mumbled something under their breath.

"W-Where are we?" The boy with the dimples asked. "What is this place? Who are you?" He asked so surprised, everyone too looked at me with large eyes and gaping mouths.

"I told you, we are home." I grinned and raised both of my arms. "And I'm just an writer."

This is an upload of my Wattpad story which you can read at

https://www.wattpad.com/story/112339283-polygamy