#the sketches i dislike are always the ones to blow up

[laikaru]

An Ariadne and Dionysus sketch I‘m not particularly pleased with

[ghostflowerhotpotch]

So I'll just tell myself all of the things I can't say to you yet (Fic)

Second Chapter here!

Pairing: Ghostflower (Miles x Gwen.)

Chapter: 3/4.

Summary: Miles reflects on something his friends say, and as he hides in Gwen's room he can't help but wonder, could Gwen actually feel the same?

Maybe he could find the answer in the way he least expected.

Miles didn't have time to say anything before the door was thrown in his face; at least he could understand some of the panic she had.

He didn't think Captain Stacy disliked him that much, he did ask a few...interesting questions the handful of times they had seen each other, but he guesses Gwen has a point. Heck, he is a dude and his parents were harsh on Gwen so he doesn't want to imagine what would happen if the man actually thought he was trying to do some funny business.

As he felt his ears go red with the idea, the conversation he had with his friends a couple of days ago popped back into his mind.

"You need to do something about that," Hobie mindlessly said sitting on his couch, as he try to tune out the hellish device Margo has brought with her. Apparently, it was the modern equivalent in her world to an electric guitar, and they were trying to see if Hobie being from the seventies could figure it out.

Miles liked everyone in the group, and while he had his reservations about the organization, the 'spidey-gang' (As it has become the unofficial name for them,) had become some sort of found family. Regardless of what could have happened in the past, both the friends he did when they crashed in his dimensions and the ones he made while traveling through them for the first time had proven to him to be worth sticking around for.

Of course, there were people he gravitated more heavily towards, mostly the ones his age (he loved Peter B and the rest, but if he needed to hear one more 'in my day-') Of those, Hobie and Margo were kind of his best friends, the ones he gravitates towards the most.

Well, except for Gwen, but she has always been kind of an exception, despite how hard he had tried to work against it.

"Do something about what?" He asked clueless, or was clueless as he could pretend to be. He knew exactly what he meant when Hobie suggested a song to play and Miles decided to comment on how Gwen liked that song.

"Seriously?" Margo gave him a look from her position, hovering over Hobie. The plan was for him to figure it out, but Margo was watching out in case that while trying to find how this thing worked he would end up blowing them up.

They were hanging out in Hobie's universe, which was the usual. Margo would hang anywhere that wasn't her actual dimension, and while Miles from time to time will bring his friends, it definitely is NOT when they were trying a futuristic device that looked more like a torture machine than an instrument; how Hobie found a way to tune it was beyond him.

Hobie's home was actually in an abandoned boat canal, in a hole-on-the-wall kind of way. Miles thought it was crazy cool, despite the constant state of disarray that didn't even have to do with the fact that things changed colors as Hobie did; it took a while to get used to but it was still great.

Hobie's place was basically this basement of sorts that seemed to have been some type of warehouse a long time ago; the room had thick walls, no windows whatsoever (which Hobie said was a plus when you are running from the authorities,) and everything was basically in one place. They were in the "living room" which consisted of a beat-up couch, a coffee table made up of a cinderblock and half a wood plank, with a bunch of homemade bean bags for anyone who wanted something else (Which has been his seating of choice as it gave him a better angle to sketch Hobie.)

A few meters away there was the kitchen, and not so far was Hobie's bed, with curtains hanging from the ceiling as a way to have some sort of privacy. The only place that actually led to another room was the bathroom, that for being made by outlaws with no plumbing degree, worked a lot better than some places he has seen in his New York. The place was also covered in posters and graffiti, including some done by Miles himself; if he was honest he was kind of jealous knowing he would probably never have the chance to do something like this even if he gets to own a place.

As his friends glared at him, Miles went back to his sketchbook and pretend everything was fine; that has been all his strategy really.

Every time he thought he was looking too much at her, that he was hanging around her too much, or similar, he would make sure to walk away, look somewhere else, something; it was about time that he did.

After the disastrous events that were his first time in the Spider Society, he took some time to himself. Not too long, and not really isolating either; just some time with his universe with his people trying to take in all that happened; as well as adjusting to his parents knowing the secret and all the things that came with it. It wasn't an easy process but it was worth it.

During that time he had reflected about being Spiderman, about all the people he had met and the mistakes he had made trying to be more like them instead of himself. He has thought of Peter B, who he adored as a mentor, yet also stuck in his ways to see what's in front of him at times. He thought of Gwen.

He loved her, it would be stupid of him to try to act as if that wasn't the case. Miles also put her on a pedestal though, as this badass girl who could make no mistake and could kick his ass any day of the week; she could be great, amazing, and beautiful, but she was still human; and perhaps part of his heartbreak about her mistake was about him realizing that.

It would be a lie to say it didn't hurt to think of it, regardless, he couldn't really fault her for what she did. Gwen didn't have anywhere to go, and even if she did it late, she also stand up for him, she was the one to get everyone to save him; even when he was bitter about what has happened he couldn't deny that he understood how much he mattered to Gwen.

As a friend.

That was the conclusion he got after everything was said at done, once the dust settled and he was able to talk again with the friends who turn their back on him before. He couldn't continue chasing after Gwen like a dream as he did in the past year and a half; he has been lucky she liked him enough to not be creeped out by the amount of drawings he had in his sketchbook.

He was also trying very hard not to fill it with her.

That was the problem, he needed to move on; she had told him before that things don't tend to work with Gwen Stacy and Spiderman, and if she hasn't mentioned something else then he was going to take the hint.

The last thing he needed was to lose her because he was looking at her like a little boy crushing on the cool girl on the block.

Realizing that pretending to be busy with his sketchbook wasn't going to stop them from staring, they looked at them and barked "What?"

"Are you seriously telling me you aren't going to make a move on Gwen?"

"What move is there to make?" He shrugged, not even bothering to deny his feelings in the matter, he trusted them; besides, there wasn't much of a point wasn't it? "We are friends, friends is great! And is what Gwen wants anyways."

"Gwen wants that?" Margo replied incredulously, looking back at Hobie like she needed to make sure her avatar wasn't suddenly messing up the signal or something

Miles wasn't sure what was about, but Hobie moved away from the device to put his feet on the ground and said "Okay, that's a bunch of Porky, there is no way my drummer actually said that"

Trying to make a mental list of all the cockney slang he has learned from him, he luckily quickly realized he was calling Miles a liar and not talking about their pig friend; perhaps he should tell Hobie to keep that one to himself in case Ham ever got a problem with that.

"She did!" He defended himself, letting the sketchbook on the ground, stopping to pretend he could actually concentrate on it; "She told me the first day she saw me again."

"The first day, as the day you met when she needed to watch on The Spot?"

"Yes? What would that have anything to do with this? Spot or not she isn't interested."

Margo and Hobie stared at him, intensely, in fact they slowly blinked at him, before Margo turned at Hobie once more. "He deadass doesn't know?"

"Apparently," Hobie muttered while he stretched his legs, "All this time I just assumed he was still processing what happened, not well, that."

"The heck are you two talking about?"

"Miles, Gwen is crazy about you;" Margo drops out of nowhere, her form disappearing from the top of the couch to be in front of it, closer to Miles.

"What!? Wait, really? How- There is no way." He mutters, unsure of what to say or ask first. It wasn't possible, right? No after all this time.

His incredulity only seemed to add more fuel to Margo's distress, turning to Hobie again "Come on Hobs, back me up here."

He seemed to think about it, opening his mouth, before his colors chanted to a blue-grey hue, shrugging, and taking back the instrument, putting it on his lap.

"Hobie!"

"Sorry luv, I would love to help but I still have my loyalties, and I can only say so much before I lose my drummer."

"Oh please, now you are making me sound like she isn't my friend too!" She complained as she went to the couch, sitting on the arm of it even if she didn't need to sit anywhere, crossing her arms; "It doesn't count when is not a secret, and there is no way this has ever been one; I am pretty sure even Miguel knows."

Miles didn't want to imagine what exactly Miguel would know about his love life, or lack of it.

Shaking his head, Miles leans forwards leaving his arms against his legs for support "Okay, in case you are right-" Miles didn't want to admit, it because he knew if he got his hopes up just to fall face first he wouldn't recover easily; "What exactly makes you believe that?"

"The fact that when I met you I thought you guys were already a thing, for starters."

"Wait what!? Why?"

Arching an eyebrow like she really couldn't believe he was asking, she said "Miles, when I met you the first thing she said to you after talking to me was to move on; she then proceeded to lasso you to string you away. I was surprised to see Gwen was so protective of her boyfriend when then I learned you guys weren't even dating."

Opening his mouth, he leaves it hanging open for a second as he tries to remember. He has been so surprised about the different villains, the technology, and the possibility of being a part of that (ironic considering now he avoided the place like the black plague,) that he hasn't even processed Gwen's behavior at that moment.

"I mean, we were late to see Miguel, and considering what he does when he is aggro I can't blame her for not wanting to make things worse"

This is the part where Hobie goes back to looking at him straight in the eye at says "Mate, look at me."

"Am I doing so?" Miles pointed out, confused.

"Do you think I would give a flying fuck for what he wanted, even as the head of the organization?"

"No?"

"Then why do you think I told you to get going JUST before Gwen lassoed you away?" Hobie argues, just as skeptical as Margo was.

And to his answer, he has nothing, because honestly if it was for Hobie he would have probably taken Gwen and Miles to his home dimension and say bye to the Society before Miles had the chance to make a case for himself. And the only thing that would make him act against that would be being there for his friends, like his drummer.

"Thank you! Now that wasn't too hard wasn't it?"

"I haven't yet said anything, just pointing out things" He shrugged, going back to the artifact; he was currently testing the strings (or so Miles assumed those were strings by the way the holographic lines moved.)

"Okay, if Gwen is actually interested in me, why she hasn't asked me out? Is not like I had been subtle."

"You had actually come a long way since you were jealous of my very existence," Hobie praised him as he put a hand on his own chest, though Miles felt kind of insulted. Even if it was true.

"Yeah, you haven't been acting the same around her; and do I need to remind you she was one of those people you specifically asked to stay away for a while?" Margo pointed out, leaning towards Hobie to open a compartment on the instrument, check inside, and then close it back satisfied.

Should he be concerned that she is checking it as if she is making sure it doesn't start a fire?

"But wouldn't be easier egg her to do this?"

Margo barks a laugh, as she literally steadies herself for a moment before shaking her head and replying to him "Pfff, Miles, we love Gwen, you know I love that girl, but I think if you ask her between talking about her feelings and eating glass, she may eat the glass."

With his side leaning to the side, Hobie nodded "Hate to admit it, but she is right; she is so lip-tied the greatest John Hopper would probably still have a hard time getting something out of her even if she was strapped in the interrogation chair."

Luckily the dialogue gave him a clue or what that is, at least Hobie didn't call them pigs like in his universe.

Is not that he didn't want to believe it, shit it was probably the thing he wanted to hear the most for a good while. But he could bring himself to get his hopes up, he has done exactly that in the Williamsburg Tower and the heartache that followed wasn't pretty; he really didn't want to repeat the experience.

It sounded all too good to be true.

"I am still not sure-"

"Ugh!" Margo complained as she threw her head up, annoyed "Look, want your own answers? Ask her about that day when you see her again; ask her what was her mission was, that should do the trick."

"Really? How?"

"If you think for a hard second what was her mission and what she end up doing, it becomes very obvious what's going on; that's at least half the reason I am convinced this can't be considered a secret for that alone."

Miles felt just as clueless as before, however, that last part was something that would stay in his mind for a while.

Including today.

It was kind of silly, especially knowing it was nobody's fault really, yet he felt bad for putting Gwen in this position. He went to help her out today because they were friends and that's what they do for each other, and what happened? Oh yeah, he got his ass kicked, definitely got some new scars because not even super healing could fix all of this, and got her both worried, guilty, and trying to hide him from her dad.

"Yep, totally crushing this friendship thing."

The only consolation prize he had is that at least by doing so he distracted the villain long enough for them to find a way to trap the bad guy, and that Gwen hasn't been the one getting hurt. Ever since the incident with Pavitr's universe, he can't stop thinking that perhaps a tragedy was avoided just by having an extra spidey person around. Maybe is being a good person, or a bit of a simp, but he wasn't joking when he said he was happy to take the hit if it meant she wasn't the one suffering this.

Speaking of which-

"You aren't here a bit early?"

"Not really? Is still early so I haven't wanted to stress the team too much-"

Trying to ignore Gwen's conversation with her dad (he could easily hear with his super hearing, yet she deserved a bit of privacy.) He decided maybe it was better to check the damage; looking over his shoulder, Miles looked at the reflection on the window.

"Shoot, hope mami doesn't realize this happened before is fully healed," Miles thought to himself.

The window could only give him so much detail, and yet he could already tell this wasn't good. Sure, most of his bad had small cuts that were already closing and turning in fine lines. There were also bigger ones that Gwen had needed to close with self-dissolving stitches (specially designed to dissolver quicker for spider people, the Spider Society did have some perks.) Gwen did a good job, it was considerably more clean and would not get infected, but it still burned and hurt like hell.

Taking advantage of that he could see a bit of himself on the reflection of the glass, he tried to become invisible. Recalling his powers when he was in pain was sometimes a bit of a toss of a coin; depending on the damage and the situation, his invisibility powers could become faulty, and his electricity trick near impossible because it made the pain worse, if not stress the wound. When he didn't have the adrenaline to help him out, it became more like a coin toss when you are having a bad day and the coin falls on the drain.

Even if slower than usual, he did manage to become invisible, for the most part; his camouflaged tried to get to his back, yet the pain made it impossible for him to go all the way. And he also noticed, part of his suit wasn't becoming invisible.

"Great, I hit the range," He lamented to himself, looking at the destroyed top of his suit with annoyance.

He was able to camouflage himself and his clothes, which was an important distinction since he has seen enough media to know some people didn't have that luck. However, just like he couldn't make Doc Ock's PC invisible, at some point his camouflage randomly decides what it can or can't do, and now it is 'Not fully invisible until you are better, and maybe other clothes.'

Good thing he didn't have the chance to remind Gwen about it, he couldn't do it properly for a few seconds, if it needed to be for more than that they were toast. That, or something get's him scared enough to do it.

In this apartment, he wondered if there would be a way to start a portal without making something fly, or make obvious something is going on. Hobie's watch was amazing, yet not the most discrete when it was about dimension hopping; Miles would DEFINITELY need to be careful when he gets back home, and he wouldn't make sure to hide in Gwen's room if by trying to escape he announced his exit.

In other words, for being a very low-stakes situation for once in his life, he was just as trapped as if he was between the Spot and Miguel's talons.

Sighing, at least in this case he could just sit.

Making sure to not stain anything, Miles sits on the ground and looks around a bit since there wasn't anything else to do. He has been in Gwen's room before, never for too long though. He liked the vibe in it, the walls were a nice blue color that even if you could notice the color probably was more vibrant in the past, matched really well with the number of posters Gwen had around, including some from her former band with the Mary Janes, and the one she was currently in with Hobie.

There was a bunch of nicknacks around, some obvious gifts from some of their friends from other dimensions. He even spotted a few pictures of the group, a couple with Hobie and Peni extra scattered around, maybe from the time when the organization was still commanded by Miguel.

None of him and Gwen just the two of them together, "So much for being different."

As soon as he thought about it, he had the impulse to hit himself in the head. He couldn't continue being bitter, Hobie has even joked that he had come a long way from his jealousy! Miles didn't have the right to get upset, regardless if something was happening or not. At least it looked like she was slowly feeling more comfortable with other people; she deserved more than just him and the memory of Peter.

He couldn't just, help but want more.

Mindlessly, his right-hand goes to his back, the same place she has tenderly caressed early. She has been so soft and careful with him, there was something about her touch that made his skin feel sparks and have a billion butterflies in his stomach. For a moment he put his hand on top of hers, and at that moment he wanted nothing more but to properly grab her hand, and tell her that it didn't matter what happened, he would be ready to be there for her.

Good thing he remembered on time to tone it down, to stop himself from doing something more romantic. The fact that he would also protect his other friends wasn't a lie, just, not exactly what he has actually been thinking at that moment.

It was hard, it was a constant battle to remember to limit himself; initially, he has hoped it would eventually turn natural, and he would move on. It hasn't been the case yet.

He hasn't really noted anything of interest on Gwen's part, at most a tad of surprise of him saying that. Maybe Margo had a point of him being a tad more distant ever since they started talking again; though he felt it was better to overcorrect than risk it.

The idea still resonated in his mind, could Gwen really be into-

Suddenly the voices suddenly sound a lot closer, and he hears Captain Stacy say basically behind the door "-Weren't you saying your door has been squeaking a lot? Let me check."

"Dad!"

"Shit!" He thought alarmed as he heard the man get his hand on the doorknob; he couldn't risk being seen and he wasn't sure his invisibility would activate.

So without giving it a second thought, he moved quickly toward the closet, and silently close the door as fast as he was able to. Trying to quiet his own breathing, he kneels on the ground and tries to listen carefully this time around.

"What's going on?" Captain Stacy asks, his voice is louder this time; he definitely opened the door. Miles stops breathing.

Before he had time to panic and blow up his cover, Gwen said "Oh well, you know how messy my room is."

"Oh honey, you were worried about that? To be honest I think you inherited my lack of neatness-"

As Miles was able to calm down as he realized he hasn't been discovered, he relaxed a bit and opened his eyes, which were adapted already to darkness and the little light it could have (part of his Spiderman perks.)

Which was a good thing, because if he had a normal human night vision, he would have definitely been tempted to get out his dying phone and turn on the flashlight to make sure he wasn't crazy.

In front of him there was a notebook, one of those vintage with leather on the cover, or so he suspected because the notebook was open; he could barely understand what the words said from this distance, yet he could see well enough the polaroid on top of it, the image of it has been burned in his mind for 2 years now. Is the first picture of them, with Peter B's legs in the background.

That wasn't the part that made him feel crazy, even if he was elated to realize there was a picture of them like Peni's or Hobbie's. No, the thing he wasn't sure he was hallucinating was a plushie.

A Spiderman plushie, of him.

Moving slowly, still trying to be quiet, he grabs the plushie. As ridiculous as he thinks the thought is, he is surprised he is touching it instead of being a figment of his imagination; even more when while looking closely at it, he can realize that is not merchandise of anyone else with a similar suit.

Especially because he recognized this brand, he saw them fairly recently; just a few weeks-

He remembers something and if he wasn't consciously trying to be quiet, he would have gasped.

During the festival where he had invited everyone on the spidey-gang, at one point everyone more or less went their own separate ways or in smaller groups for different things. At some point, Gwen had found her way back to Miles's little group (that had Hobie and Pav as they were trying to see if spidey-powers could defeat rigged carnival games) with a paper bag that she has been adamant was just some snacks for later. While he has been just as curious as Pav, he decided to act like Hobie and just move on with the topic; it couldn't be that big of a deal.

In a million years, he would have imagined it was this.

As he took away the plushie, he took a closer inspection at the notebook and the Polaroid with it, he realized what was written down were lyrics.

I'd like to know your middle name Let's talk about your parents and your future dreams I'm interested but distant to a fault And I never wanna complicate your heart

I've gotta let you know That I think that I love you so You could be my only one 'Cause I think that I love you so

I know we only just met So why do I feel invested? And do you feel it too? Do you feel it too? I could be your best yet Future favorite regret Do you feel it too? Do you feel it too?

So I'll just tell myself All of the above when I'm alone

...Miles felt himself forgetting to breathe for a second as he read the lyrics; if he has seen this by itself, he may have been thinking Gwen had a crush on someone else. Except that he found this on a notebook that had a Polaroid with his picture (then on a closer inspection, this picture looks a lot older than the ones he saw around Gwen's room,) and a plushie of him. To top it all off, he saw that around the lyrics, his name was around.

There were on different fonts, a bit similar to his graffiti, but he could recognize his name.

As he looked at the edges of the notebook, he wondered if by chance, there was more. It would not be good to snoop around...however, Gwen did look at his sketchbook; and she has been teasing him about having a secret notebook for a while.

Thinking to stop if he saw anything too personal; he looked around the pages almost expecting to see nothing else, to have the wild fantasy that seemed to be happening to him show something that could contradict his view. It wasn't the case.

More lyrics appeared, his name peppered around too, even some extra pictures there ("She kept them here, to keep them safe" He thought gleefully to himself, realizing that he recognized the photobooth pictures they had taken over the last few months, the few physical pictures of them and she has to keep them safe just like him.) The lyrics were about yearning, about keeping feelings close to your chest, about a love you couldn't stop yourself from feeling for someone. He remembered how casually Gwen has smiled at him, after she saw those pictures; was this why she hadn't actually freaked out? Because she was doing the same with music?

He eventually stopped being able to concentrate on reading properly altogether, as he closed the notebook, he needed to make a big effort to not laugh in glee, putting a hand on top of the biggest grin he ever had in his life. He never thought how difficult it could be to be quiet when you are so happy, but here he was.

Miles could almost hear his own heart sing in elation, trying to beat out of his chest in excitement. 2 years, he had feelings for Gwen for 2 years, and ever since he thought his best shot has been before he knew she was from another universe; he remembered those lonely months missing everyone, thinking on how especially he wanted to see her, yet needed to remember to being friends. On what happened after, with him deciding it was better to get over it before it could hurt his friendship.

"Miles, Gwen is crazy about you;" Margo's words came to mind, and he hasn't wanted to believe her because he didn't want to be heartbroken if it wasn't the case. Now he can't believe he really doubted her. 

"She likes me, she really likes me," He thought to himself, still feeling as if he was on cloud 9.

Never in his life Miles has been so glad to feel like such an idiot. 

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Yes, I know I said 3 chapters, however! This was getting too long, I am hoping I will not need to add more chapters. Let's see what I write. The lyrics are a slightly modified version of the song Telephone by Waterparks, because that's the song that I was hearing when I wrote the first chapter, and also the one where the title comes from. I thought of putting more lyrics, yet I felt Miles reaction to them would be a bit too cheesy, so I decided only to do one set of lyrics. Wrote this until late at night, and woke up before work to edit this, because my impulse control is a mess. Hopefully I edited well enough. I originally wasn't going to release the rest of this series here, but is just a short story, and I found some people don't actually use ao3, so as a courtesy so everyone can finish the story, the last chapter will also be posted here. And that's all for now! Please leave a comment if you like it!

Fourth and last chapter here!

[akito-shinonome-official]

ooc post

i have created the biggest polyamorous pjsk relationship. hear me out.

shizuneneruiemukasamafuenakanamizuhonamino

(shizuku, nene, rui, emu, tsukasa, mafuyu, ena, kanade, mizuki, honami, and minori)

each pairing is good. some better than others but still

🟣 = perfect pair

🔵 = amazing pair

🟢 = good pair

🟡 = okay pair

🟠 = makes less sense but they’re close

🔴 = probably not the closest in the polycule

(WARNING: LONG POST AHEAD)

🔵 shizunene: calm

🟡 shizuemu: emu brings excitement and shizuku is the voice of reason

🟢 shizurui: rui is ambitious and shizuku supports it

🟠 shizukasa: tsukasa is a star and shizuku is the clouds that calm it

🔵 shizumafu: they can be open with one another and are very soft also mutual angst

🔴 shizuena: ena shows shizuku all of her art and shizuku helps give advice

🟡 shizukana: shizuku promotes self care and kanade is like “pretty women tell me everything i need to know”

🟢 shizumizu: name rhyming /j + mizuki apologizes for nothing and shizuku apologizes for her

🟢 shizuhona: they bake together

🔵 shizumino: they practice & perform together, + their dynamic is so cool

🟣 emunene: child on leash + calm

🔵 nenerui: childhood friends. they know each other so well.

🟡 nenekasa: triforce of courage x triforce of wisdom

🟢 mafunene: they are both encouraging one another to Self Care

🟠 enanene: they prob don’t get along perfect but love each other all the same

🟢 nenekana: both dislike loud noises and dont sleep enough

🔵 mizunene: flirt x deadpan expression

🟢 honanene: sewing together the clothes of more.. ambitious members after they fuck them up

🔴 nenemino: minori is a performer and nene looks up to her to a healthy degree

🟣 emurui: god they are so silly. i love them

🔵 emukasa: star and wonderhoy duo. unstoppable

🟣 mafuemu: sun & moon…. they are my babies…….

🟡 emuena: emu compliments everything ena makes

🟠 emukana: emu likes to steal kanade’s tracksuits and be amazed when kanade always has an identical replacement

🟢 mizuemu: mizuki’s unbridled swag is slightly made more polite by emu’s unbridled sunshine

🟡 emuhona: they’re very similar but emu brings more energy to the table

🔵 emumino: they definitely practice together. minori helps emu with homework

🟣 ruikasa: i could go on about them. they are so silly. sun & moon. tsukasa does anything rui tells him to and with 12,000% confidence. i love them. im so normal about them

🔴 mafurui: rui tries to help even if his efforts to not always work

🟢 enarui: ena sketches everything rui talks about. they gossip about akito.

🟡 kanarui: rui brushes her hair for her. they clean together.

🟢 mizurui: i don’t like it as a standalone ship but they are very silly and bring infinite swag to the table

🟢 honarui: they give each other valuable advice all the time. they make playlists together

🔵 minorui: minori, much like tsukasa, will do almost anything rui suggests. they also learn choreographies together

🟡 mafukasa: tsukasa is toned down around mafuyu

🟢 enakasa: besties in love energy + akito gossip

🟠 kanakasa: (ONLY IN NON-KANADE TENMA AU) neither one can cook. they blow up the kitchen together

🔵 mizukasa: mizuki shows tsukasa elaborate tricks she learned when she used to do gymnastics

🟢 honakasa: trying to learn to cook. honami eats tsukasa’s food and acts as though it’s good even when it’s not

🔵 minokasa: they are the stars ever!! 🌟🌟

🟢 mafuena: they sit in silence apart from bouncing ideas off one another.

🟣 kanamafu: they both try to self care and they both kinda suck at it but are trying still!!!

🟡 mizumafu: ponytail girlies.. pretty women..

🟠 honamafu: calm + angst garnish

🔴 minomafu: minori is a bit too loud but they love each other still

🟢 enakana: determined and focused

🟣 mizuena: sassy bitches

🔵 enahona: angst + feral animal x normal person

🟢 enamino: minori’s dynamic poses are the perfect muse!

🟣 mizukana: academic & project geniuses

🔵 honakana: fruit picking lovers. soft

🟠 minokana: kanade is inspired by minori’s fast beat music compared to her own

🔵 honamizu: encouragement while honami tries to bake

🟢 minomizu: dumbasses

🟡 honamino: tropical bird energy /pos

[steampaul]

i've started a little series of weekly posts documenting every MoC i made (digitally) over the last few years:

Week 9: 2022

some old MoCs returning, lego art, 90th anniversary toa team, video game stuff and more Rock Raiders (yay)

this one will be the penultimate week.

remember back in week 2 (2018) where i tested out the differences in rendering between stud.io 1 and 2? i tested out the mecabricks extention for Blender to render some digital bricks.

this took way too long to setup and render, so i decided to not use blender for rendering after that (escpecially after the win11 updated fucked with my graphics card)

another mandalorian s2 set MoC. din djarins N1 starfighter, based on the last N1 set we had back in 2015. i think these proportions aren't good, but a bit better than the official set. (its still too big though)

the Horizon: forbidden west set was also teased/revealed around that time, so i decided to make a diorama with just the watcher (and one with a corrupted one) that would be a bit more managable in both cost and size than the tallneck.

i still got the tallneck, becauce those robot dinos are cool as hell and i want to support video game based sets, even though i am a big supporter of the concept that LEGO should make more original themes instead of big and expensive licensed sets (like rivendell....)

some greebles inspired by the ones on the Icons (formerly master builder) "theme" of sets, also my header image for tumblr.

back in 2017 (week one) i made The Slugcat Portrait mosaic, and i decided in 2022 that i would remake it to be more in line with the way i would built with bricks at that time. i think i improved wuite a bit.

i like the 90 years of play tahu, even if his design was considered to be controversial, so i decided to make the full 2001 set lineup for bionicle. i think they turned out pretty good, but i find it a bit annoying that the maccaroni piece does not exist in tan or medium blue (a dicontinued colour)

anyone remeber Valley? the momentum-based FPS platformer? no? it wasn't really mind-blowing, but i still enjoyed the movement and flow of the game. i also always wanted to try out the Legoland Miniland style of character building. this was the perfect opportunity to combine both of these things.

i think the proportions might be a bit off, but i still like this little desk friend

someone asked me on twitter to send them the instructions for my marble machine MoC (as seen in week 7), but i didn't want to give them such and outdated build, so i re-designed it to be more up to date.

they ended up giving me about 14 $ for these instructions, which made me pretty happy.

i tried to make a micro-scale version of the exo-force set 7701 Grand Titan. i really dislike the way this one turned out.

Lego Ideas had yet another contest. this one was about designing a poster for the then new 21334 Jazz Quartet. i called this one "Golden Sounds" and it is the first mosaic-type MoC that i made where i first sketched it out to kinda figure out how i wanted it to look.

i like the way this one turned out, but i think i should've built it in such a way that the colours in the background wouldn't be as dim.

remember last week when i said i wanted to make more Rock raiders MoCs? turns out i did. a lot too.

this VTOL-style transport vehicle was kinda inspired by those industrial transport helicopters and was supposed to be some sort of reimagining of 4980 tunnel transport. i think it's a bit too clunky and a bit too skinny at the same time. not my favourite.

also there's a modular open container (is that what they're called?) that can be fixed under the vehicle. (as well as the room container that you'll see next)

Modular bases are so cool you guys. this one is inspired by 4990 Rock Raiders HQ and those big old moving platforms Nasa uses. it could be controlled with a motor, has a removable cockpit (with an access hatch) and the platform has a lot of room for modules. like the crystal refinery, the room container, the high platforms, the crane and the crane attachment holder.

here are a few variants for the room container: an artifact storage with workbench, a small break room and a laboratory. i like those and i might do more in some time in the future. idk yet.

my take on the rock monsters. some crystal infested/energized Fauna.

first some bipedal designs (the left one is a modded version of a deviant form an eternals sets) that could be more agressive carnivore types.

in the middle are some quadrupedal guys that could be a bit less agressive and even friendly. Left is a modded version of my SCP 860 creature from week 4 (which was based on either an legendary beast from Chima or a dragon from elves) and the right one is a recolour from the fluffy-tailed Hog from my satisfactory series from week 3

and lastly, some insectoid designs, a kind of beetly creature and two ants, one of them with wings. these could be some sort of neutral (like in minecraft) swarm that might be a problem for buildings and cocky miners.

this is probably my favourite of my Rock Raiders Builds from 2022. it's 4920 rapid rider built with modern pieces that has been overtaken by the energy crytals. it can be fully freed from crystal and reassebled, which is nice.

we'll see another rapid rider next week...

first week last week final week

[yandere-kokeshi]

Yandere Izuku Midoryia / Deku Headcanons

Warnings: Yandere behavior and SH mention.

Author's Note: I do not approve of yandere behavior in real life.

Izuku Midoriya, also known as Deku is a strong, independent and respectful number one hero, having abilities like no other. He’s able to lie to the police, make them believe everything he says and cover anything that may seem 'suspicious' to the public eye with just some words: "No worries. I have it!"

There's many ways of Izuku falling for you, but that one thing that connects himself to his darling is their politeness and delicate. You could be working at his agency, being fast-hard worker for him and help him when needed. Or, you were someone at the store he often visited; a store clerk. He would see how nice you were, how you treated each and other heroes as they came in like a person with emotions instead of a hero who saves the day.

It made his mind turn into mush, that's when Deku realized you needed go be protected, by him and only him.

Due to him being a wise and intelligent hero, he tends to gather a lot of information quickly. He has notebooks of you, 4 or 5 of them on his desk at home. They all show facts and drawings of you, containing notes on things you like and dislike, your schedule, your pet peeves, and your history on the internet. The drawings can go to wholesome ones, some of you hugging him, sleeping next to him, holding hands while walking to the park, and at your wedding. Then turning to inappropriate dream-like sketches. Some of you are in positions you never thought of.

He has a shrine in his room, where he comes in and sits down every night, talking to the picture in the center about his day. He talks to the picture as if he’s talking to you in person. The shrine is filled with pictures of you walking, sitting down at a restaurant, showering, sleeping, and some of you pure naked. He’s “borrowed” some necklaces, straws you’ve used, cup lids’ with your lipstick, and even some underwear that’s been used. He’s even stolen a few shirts from you that are over the body pillow that he sleeps with every night, imagining that’s you. He even goes to the point of spraying the perfume you use onto the pillow to make him feel like you are here with him.

Deku consistently stalks you, always watchiny you sleep, and watches you go out on the weekends. Whenever you’re sleeping, he tends to invite himself into your place and “protect” you. Making sure you’re okay, and you’re never gonna get hurt. Some nights, you wake up with chills; noticing your window wide open with the curtains blowing. You remember clearly you had shut it and locked it. Soon enough, he’d send the love letters, they’d be appealing, charming at first: talking about how pretty you were yesterday with the sweater you wore. How wonderful you were on the train. Then they’d slowly get creepier, talking about how adorable you were sleeping last night and how good you smelled. They always come with flowers, you’re favorite flowers.

Whenever you’re in public, Deku is alwaus, somewhere near.you. He always brushes it off as you two run into each other but he always takes a sketchbook with him, his special camera and that hat of his to stay undercover.

One night, you were having a night out with your friends and going to a famous, yet expensive restaurant; seeing that every pro-hero was there. Once you stepped foot, Deku is there, offering to pay for the meal and walk you home, brushing it off as he’s a hero and needs to protect people.

Once you two met after he walked you home. He’d exchange his number with you, and he’d use this to get to know you. He’d spend time with you and overall be around you 24/7. When comes a time, he would invite you over for dinner. When you do come over, he would offer a drink to you; specifically water or soda. You’d soon feel woozy, and start to slur your words. All you’d remember is Deku picking you up and bringing you to “you're ” room and covering you up with a blanket.

When he does bring you to you’re room, he makes sure everything is perfect. The room is filled with things you love; your favorite movies, games, colors, and your preferred clothing style. If you love plushies, you’d have a huge pile beside your bed and a basket filled with the rim of your favorite stuffies. If you love gaming, you have a gaming setup, with your preferred consoles: gaming computer, Xbox, PS4, Nintendo Switch, etc. He’d make sure the room has LED lights, has a gaming chair with speakers.

Izuku's yandere tendencies are worshiping, delusional, obsessional, and severely protective. He believes both of you belong together and were born to be together; everyone is trying to tear you both apart. He gets insecure very easily as he believes everyone is trying to steal you away from him, not that's your fault; you're just so pretty.

When you do wake up, he's using soft restraints, ones that are never too tight to hurt your precious skin. It’s always around your ankle, long enough to use the bathroom, and walk around the room. As he devoted his life to you, he always wants to be around you, pleasing you in any way. He’d want to be around you cuddling and kissing you; smothering you in his love. If you ever said no, or you were uncomfortable; he’d dismiss this as your shyness and getting used to your new “home”.

He’d be very easy to manipulate; he thinks everything you do is amazing and divinity. He wouldn’t mind you hitting him, scratching him, or even saying to kill himself as he thinks that’s your way of affection. Because of this, he believes it’s everyone's fault that you are sad, depressed, or “disobeying”. He would comfort you, making it worse; “This is why your hero is here to keep you safe” or “You're safe, you're okay. I love you!” He’d never think it’s your fault, until his breaking point. His breaking point is when you screaming, crying and wailing to go back home. He’d get frustrated and be very confused, you are home, so why are you mad and crying? Why do you wanna go back to the place where your friends and family tried to break you two apart? He’d soon think they filled your head with negativity and toxicity. Which in the end, would make it all worse than ever. He’d be around you more, taking days off from work to “comfort” you..

If he needed too, he would hurt your family, friends, or close relatives. But, Izuku rather would use his money and scary capabilities to scare them away. He’d threaten them to stay away from you and never talk to you. He will only kill people if necessary.

The way he shows his affections is very worshiped-liked, he’ll give you the gifts you want and deliver your needs as fast as he can. Do you want a phone? Sure, but he’d need access to it 24/7, he even made a tracker in it, and allows him to see what you’re doing. Want a kitten? Hell yeah, he’d buy so many cat toys and a cat tree for them. Hell, if you want Gucci, you’ll get it and the most comfortable clothing only. He’d never do anything without your consent, he always wants to please you and make you happy. He can wait years and years for you to say yes, to anything sexual or along that way. He wouldn’t ever take you outside, into his work, or have paparazzi take pictures of you. He’d get very jealous, think people would take you and fill your head with negativity.

He wouldn’t get mad-ish if you escaped. He would be so delusional, that he thinks someone stole you or you “somehow” got lost. He’d never ever raise his voice at you, threaten you or somehow “hurt you”. Once he does find you, he’d be very scared, worried, and eased that you're okay. He’d ask you who took you. If you say nobody, he wouldn’t believe you, thinking someone manipulated you, took you for themselves. Nothing you do is your fault. An example would be, if you pushed a glass off the table, well; silly him. He must’ve forgotten to put that away, but you’re okay, right?

Soon enough, you’d hit rock bottom and have Stockholm Syndrome. Nothing much changes, but you’d get more “freedom”, you’d be allowed to step outside in your front lawn or backyard, but only with your guard dog and him. You two would continue on being the “perfect couple”.

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[stardewremixed]

Let's celebrate International Women's Day with some fun headcanons about the women of Stardew Valley!

Abigail did stage makeup and hair for her high school theater. She can apply eyeliner flawlessly, whether on herself or others. Her favorite play is A Midsummer Night's Dream. Sam played Puck, and Sebastian ran the sound and lights. After every show, she made sure to collect every cast member's signature in the program.

Emily volunteers at a aviary rescue in a nearby town. She sets up a coin fund at the register at Pierre's every winter to save endangered birds. She has an expensive set of binoculars and enjoys surveying the ocean birds from the shoreline. She broke her ankle once falling out of a tree while trying to return a baby bird to its nest. She doodled blue jays and cardinals on her cast.

Haley could get lost in an Art Gallery for hours. Her favorite works are black and white. There is something powerful in the stark image. She particularly loves trees, capturing the seasonal progression. When she was a little girl, she really wanted a tree house. Her dad helped her build one, and Haley hosted tea parties for all her dolls and teddy bears. The tree house stands to b this day, and now Vincent and Jas can play in it.

Leah loves Farmer's Markets, wandering through and finding the freshest produce and flowers. She once filled Elliott's cabin with roses when he competed graduate school. He was embarrassed but appreciated the gesture. Leah dislikes popcorn, unless it's kettle corn, bagged from the Farmer's field. She is keen on arranging a food truck stop on the docks if she can get approval from the Town Council. She is convinced a farm-to-table dinner will also win over Mayor Lewis.

Maru built her first telescope when she was 15. Her favorite memory with her dad was a class trip to the Planetarium when he was a chaperone. She got sick on the bus and couldn't enjoy the trip. He brought her back later and they spent the whole day together, just the two of them exploring the exhibits. She really wants to make her dad proud and she likes that they are both into science and can be nerdy together. Maru's favorite gift that she ever received was a robotics kit from Seb on her 17th birthday. She makes him watch I, Robot every year and they eat cake and sit on the floor and make a pillow fort.

Penny likes bubblegum. Chewing helps relax her jaw and she feels less tense. She taught Vincent how to blow bubbles. She likes sleepovers at Maru's house. Maru actually had a bathtub and Penny can take long soaks with an avocado face mask. Afterward, they do each other's nails. Penny is always red and Maru is always purple. Like Maru, Penny enjoys stargazing. Sometimes she climbs up on the roof of her mom's trailer with a cozy wool blanket and a thermos of hot cocoa and looks for the North Star..

Robin loves a good comedy. She rents movies to watch with Demetrius every Saturday night. She borrows a joke book from the library and practices on her lunch break. Once a year, Demetrius takes her to a comedy club in Zuzu City for their anniversary. She wants to learn magic tricks too.

Marnie went to art school. It was later in life. She decided to go back for lessons and stayed for a degree. It's how she met Leah. Marnie isn't a great sculptor like Leah, or woodworker like Robin, or a photographer like Haley, but she does enjoy sketching. She thought about dance when she was a young girl, but struggled with body insecurity as a teen when she started filling out. She decided to follow her love of animals instead of ballet. But she wouldn't mind if her boyfriend took her to the opera every once in awhile.

Jodi wanted to apply to culinary school when she got pregnant with Sam. When she first got married, she taught herself how to cook. She would watch YouTube videos when Sam would nap, and has checked out every cookbook from the library twice. She has talked to Caroline and Marnie about compiling a Stardew Valley cookbook. She watches The Queen of Sauce religiously.

Caroline has her fitness coach license. She has been thinking about offering to teach swim lessons at the spa. She also is considering yoga in the park in the summer and crossfit on the beach. She organized a fun run on Spooky Day one year, ending in the cemetery. When she was a teen, Caroline and a group of her friends did a sleepover on the graveyard. Everyone chickened out and went home. Only Caroline made it to morning.

Pam joined a bowling league. She only likes cheese pizza and she hates olives. She bowls close to a prefect game regularly. She owns her own bowling ball (hot pink) and bowling shoes. The beer and food are cheap at the alley, and she's thought about applying for a job there if the bus line isn't repaired soon. It's kind-of simple, but it's something to look forward to on Sunday nights. Better than getting trashed on the couch watching reruns of cop shows.

Evelyn loves to bake. It's no secret. She took a trip to Paris with George on their twenty-fifth anniversary to learn how to make crepes and other pastries. Sometimes she wishes she could dance with George, but she sways a little when she bakes in the kitchen. She taught Alex how to dance for his high school prom in the living room and she picked out his corsage.

Some other Stardudes sneaked in there. 😉

[thejakeformerlyknownasprince]

Hey! Your Eleutherophobia series is perhaps the best fanfic series I’ve ever read, which surprised me because I usually dislike first person narration. Do you have any tips on writing in that style?

Thank you!  What's worked for me: find an author whose first-person narration you like, and copy their homework. Think of it like those art students who go to museums and make sketches of Starry Night or Raft of the Medusa. By imitating what Van Gogh and Géricault did, you figure out how they did it.

A few of the first-person narrative styles that I’ve enjoyed imitating: Never Let Me Go (Kazuo Ishiguro), The Blind Assassin (Margaret Atwood), When the Wind Blows (James Patterson), Pendragon (D.J. McHale), “Drinking Coffee Elsewhere” (ZZ Packer), Christine (Stephen King), Lullaby (Chuck Palahnuik), “How to Become a Writer” (Lorrie Moore), Woman on the Edge of Time (Marge Piercy), We Have Always Lived in the Castle (Shirley Jackson), Screwtape Letters (C.S. Lewis), The Martian (Andy Weir), and obviously Animorphs (K.A. Applegate).  Anyone else’s list probably looks different from mine, since I’m mostly a sci-fi/horror fan, but those are some of my favorite narrators.

Anyway, read a book in first person, and when something cool happens, notice it.  Then stop and do your best to imitate the cool thing, using your own characters.  For example, The Lovely Bones (Alice Sebold) opens with this narration about a snow globe.  The entire first chapter, in full:

Inside the snow globe on my father’s desk, there was a penguin wearing a red-and-white striped scarf. When I was little my father would pull me into his lap and reach for the snow globe. He would turn it over, letting all the snow collect on the top, and then invert it. The two of us watched the snow fall gently around the penguin. The penguin was alone in there, I thought, and I worried for him. When I told my father this, he said, “Don’t worry, Susie; he has a nice life. He’s trapped in a perfect world.”

I love that opening.  So I’ll try to imitate it, using a character of my own, Sia.  First of all, I have to choose an object: what means as much to Sia as that snow globe does to Susie?  I’m thinking a camera, since Sia later works as a photographer.  But Susie seems to feel an ambivalence about the snow globe, since the penguin is “trapped” and she’s “worried” about it.  Okay, so Sia’s not just remembering a camera; she’s remembering specifically the digital camera that’s faintly embarrassing to own at all, since she bought it right in the era when personal cameras were dying out in favor of smart phones but she still took years to stop carrying it around.  So that’s what I’m writing about.  How do I imitate Sebold’s style?

Well, there are the long sentences.  I can write long sentences — I love long sentences!  But the long sentences seem to be carefully constructed to lead up to that last zinger (“He’s trapped in a perfect world”) because the sentence before that last one is a run-on that uses a semicolon.  So I need a final sentence that speaks to a broader point about Sia as a person, just like that penguin hints at Susie’s perspective throughout The Lovely Bones (she’s trapped in heaven).

There’s also the relative formality.  ���My father,” not “Daddy,” as he’ll be through the rest of the novel.  This feels like a story Susie is telling to a near-stranger she just met on the bus or at orientation.  Why does it feel like Susie’s half-remembering this?  It must be both how “would pull me into his lap and reach for the snow globe” feels like it’s through the eyes of someone very small, and the fact that the word “invert” isn’t one a toddler would use, suggesting this is an adult describing the scene.  There’s only the one line of dialogue, which also gives the impression that most of this memory is in images (“red-and-white striped scarf”) rather than words.  There’s the back-and-forth between past participle “he would turn” and the past perfect “he said,” again imitating the voice of someone telling a childhood story as an adult.

So how does Sia sound semi-formal?  Given her complicated family history, she’d just say “Patrick” rather than “my foster-father” or “my father” or “my uncle who adopted me.”  Sia would latch onto visual details like Susie does, but probably wouldn’t worry about an inanimate object being “lonely;” she’d be scared of it getting tarnished or broken somehow. 

If Sia’s telling an anecdote about sitting on her dad’s lap looking at an object with him, one that hints at her whole life story, it’ll be something mechanical.  I could keep the theme of being “trapped” if the camera “captures” the room... but honestly that doesn’t fit Sia either.  Okay, what if I made it not a digital but a film camera, and I had her open the canister only to destroy all her own work in a flash?  Yeah, that fits her a lot better — it’s a running thread of Sia’s story that she has to be careful not to destroy things, specifically by burning them, and it also fits with Patrick’s characterization to let her make that mistake so that she can learn from it.  Okay, so let’s try this...

The camera on Patrick’s desk was the classic kind, one with a rainbow-hued lozenge of lens peering from a heavy black body.  As a kid I would draw taut its dial just to watch the lever purr back into position.  Patrick would hold it to my eye, letting me choose where to point before together his blunt finger and my tiny one pressed the shutter.  The first time, I pried open the door and pulled the canister into the light, not knowing what I’d done until I asked to see our photo.  Patrick explained, holding the ribbon of film so we could watch it bleach: “That will happen if you remove it, Sia.  If you’re not careful, it’ll burn up in the light.”

There we go.  Not a perfect vignette, but I learned a lot from Sebold while trying.  Repeat that process as often as you’d like.  Keep the parts you want to keep from each author’s style, and discard the rest.

[mithrilhearts]

I am so excited for this new form of Monday Mentions!! I can’t wait to see what sort of responses everyone gives! For my fic today, I’m going to feature my TRSB project that I did with @mysandwichranaway!!

What inspired you to write “Between Vices and Virtues”?

Sandy had put up this amazing sketch into the TRSB slideshow, and I knew after looking through all the art that it was the one I wanted to shoot for. I had an idea immediately planted into my brain with a modern-royalty style fic. A lot of people commented that the artwork looked “mafia” style, which is accurate, but I wanted to take a different direction, and I’m very proud of what I managed to come up with! Also, the amount of lovely artwork that Sandy had done for this fic still blows me away. If you haven’t read it, or looked at the art yet, you should! It’s a 40k words, art filled, fun fic that we worked hard on <3

What is one worldbuilding fact in“Between Vices and Virtues” that you didn’t get to mention in the fic itself?

So it was hinted slightly, about a rumor or legend that the 7 rings (in Middle Earth world, that would be the 7 rings given to the dwarf lords) are cursed in some fashion. It was to be an explanation for Thror’s goldsickness, and worked kind of in reverse with Thorin. I didn’t really play on it much aside from that this ring was safe, but it was a part of the first draft of my outline, featuring a bit more angst, but I’m still really happy with the route I chose. 

What’s your favorite prompt you’ve gotten from a reader/fic game?

Okay but this is a hard one, and I have to pick two because they are both very near and dear to my heart. The first one was a request from @dinchenrockt, about Bilbo getting an acorn tattoo - which is literally how we started talking. I have an acorn tattoo, and they also have one!! It was such a sweet oneshot for me to write, and it’s still one of my favorites, which you can read here → “An Ink-Stained Vow” 

The second one I feel like some people would expect, especially the VILLAIN RESPONSIBLE. @sunnyrosewritesstuff sent me a trope mashup as part of a game with Neighbor AU + Accidental marriage, and now I’ve got one of the most fun rom-com style fics on my hands that should be released into the wild soon! I’ve had so much fun with this story already, both in planning, writing, artwork, etc, and I can’t wait to share it. Read the plot bunny here → “Fuck Thy Neighbor”

What is your opinion of OCs?

I don’t dislike them. I think they are necessary when fleshing out a story (but not always if you don’t want to make them) whether they are well-thought-out, or just a nameless background character, they add something. I have high respect for those who can create an OC, flesh them out, make them their own character AND have them as a central part to any story. Those types of stories aren’t my cup of tea to read, but I admire the writers who can do it.

I love making little background OCs that show up in various fics (I’m looking at you, my little hobbit OC Berthaire lololol) it’s fun to give them personalities and quirks, but I don’t have to dedicate a lot of time to them either. They’re a fun part of the story, but not game changing.

Are you proud of your writing or does it embarrass you? Please elaborate.

I have grown more and more proud of my writing, especially ever since I got through my first year posting fanfic vs just keeping my writings to RP or to myself entirely. It’s helped bolster my confidence as a person, even outside the writing world. Now, that’s not to say I’m advertising to my family or coworkers that I write fanfic (my sister knows, she’s very supportive and has read some of my stuff!!) but I’m content. Neither embarrassed nor shamed, and I’m proud of what I’ve done and where I’m going.

Razzle Fic Recs

(Take Me Back To) The Night We Met - 25k • Complete On a night when The Green Dragon Inn is out of vacancy, Bilbo Baggins opens up his home to a trio of displaced and rain-soaked dwarves. The two children of the bunch are happy to have a temporary home away from the rain, but their uncle, Thorin, sees it only as a debt to be repaid.

As The Tide Turns - 11k • WIP The lost treasure of Durin the Deathless has been sought by many and found by none, but to Bilbo Baggins, it’s merely another riddle just waiting to be solved. The self-proclaimed “Deathless” expert finds himself whisked away aboard The Ravenheart, led by the infamous Captain Oakenshield, and the two embark on an unexpected journey to solve one of history’s biggest mysteries.

Bookbinder//Songwriter - 55k • WIP as·pi·ra·tion - the object of one's hope or ambition; a goal. For Thorin Durinul it’s music, for Bilbo Baggins it’s literature, but for the two of them together, it’s each other.

Happy Monday, Fellowship! 💜

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What inspired you to write [choose your fic]?

What is one worldbuilding fact in [choose your fic] that you didn’t get to mention in the fic itself?

What’s your favorite prompt you’ve gotten from a reader/fic game?

What is your opinion of OCs?

Are you proud of your writing or does it embarrass you? Please elaborate.

Now, share up to 3 of your fics you’d like to recommend to us and your followers!

[2hoothoots]

it’s the weekend, let’s round up some asks

@kidatash see, i actually kinda think that out of the trio he’s the one who’s least an animal person? like, he didn’t grow up with pets - it’s not really A Thing in romani culture, and Sugarcube is (ostensibly) a working animal. he doesn’t dislike animals, but in comparison to the other two, Dogen has his zoolingualism and Lili already canonically will find animals on the ground and put them in her pocket because they’re hers now (Harold).

i do headcanon Raz has a soft spot for crows, though! it has basically 0 justification other than the dialogue he has with the crows outside of Thorney Towers but yknow what, i can have a few minor headcanons with no in-canon basis as a treat for me

@loudlychoppedbread HAHA i think they definitely do bicker sometimes. they’re, like, in the middle of a firefight having an argument about whose fault it is that they’re out of toilet paper back home

uh but i think generally they all have really good communication, and they’re all reasonably emotionally intelligent people? so they’re pretty good at talking out conflict before it blows up. i think the only time they really fight is when something’s happened at work or something, because their coping mechanisms can pull in different directions - eg, Lili becomes very clingy when she’s upset and a lot more in need of affirmations than usual, whereas Raz has a really bad habit of distancing himself from the others and throwing himself into his work to try and distract himself from bad feelings (’mission now, mad later’). they all work a pretty high-stress job, and sometimes it can spill into their personal lives, especially if one of them gets hurt.

@strawberry-milk-things​ @portalcartoon​ i’m still hammering out concepts for mental worlds for the three of them, but once idea i’ve seen floating around that I really like is that as part of Raz’s mental defenses, his mental world is very tricky to navigate for an intruder? i think it still starts from the caravan, but if your mental projection isn’t strong enough you’ll step through the door and just end up back outside (if you can even get into it in the first place).

his mental world proper is a sprawling labyrinth of circus tents. they all lead to different parts of his mind (you’ll step inside one and find yourself in the Motherlobe, another will lead to his family campgrounds) - but which entrance leads where is always shifting. if you can climb to the top of the tallest tent (hope you’re either an acrobat or a skilled levitator!), what looks like a sky filled with stars is actually a huge inverted ocean, stretching above the tent city. through it is Raz’s subconscious/inner mind, but it’s a barrier almost impossible to navigate for anyone else.

i think generally speaking, the mental worlds of adults are a lot more expansive than those of kids, and i think as you get older you can get better at shaping your own mindscape? so Raz also has, like, some basic braining-esque areas set aside for when he goes to help out at Whispering Rock. a little kid-friendly mental parkour course, and stuff

i only have the sketches of ideas for the other two, but Lili’s mental world is a huge gothic castle + grounds that’s crumbling and overgrown with plants. different rooms are different biomes, so you’ll go from a corridor that’s hot and humid like a greenhouse to a huge ballroom that’s filled with a pine forest, cool and quiet with a thick bed of needles underfoot. and Dogen’s mind is a huge factory/machine (as a representation of his blastokinesis), and it’s staffed by a bunch of little lemming-like animal critters. when the machinery starts malfunctioning the lemmings start dying in comically gory ways lol, and if it was an in-game level you’d have to do like puzzles to help them through.

@threewaysdivided YES definitely! like i don’t think the game needed to explain everything to us outright because i think its use of metaphors and imagery to convey the mental states of its characters is good, but man. i just love the water imagery around the Aquato family so much. 

i have a fic idea that i’ve been picking at for, like, MONTHS about Nona teaching Raz how to use hydrokinesis. and i’ve never gotten anywhere with it because i’ve never been able to figure out what i want it to be ABOUT, but like, man. water as a metaphor for trauma, but also for bloodlines and the things they share and how they can reconnect over that. re-watching the Devil’s Firehose cutscene after having finished the game and realising that, once you know that the Hand isn’t some malignant outside force, the hands coming out of the water tornado aren’t trying to drown Raz but to catch him and carry him safely through the storm to where Nona is. i don’t have a concluding statement for this, i just. it’s very good. love this family

[kira-fluff]

Hello! Have you done headcanons for a MC that is a really good artist? Like, that's what she loves and hopes to make a career out of it? (For the RFA, V, And Saeran?) thankyou! Bye bye! \ ^-^ /

a/n: I LOOOVEE this idea! As a passionate artist myself, this one hits home :) As you probably know, I’ve updated my rules, since you specified 2, I will pick 2 from the RFA :) Again, let me know if you’d like to have different characters than the ones I picked! I went for MC instead of Y/n this time. Let me know what you think. Thanks! 

Also, this is pre-relationship and it may or may not have turned into a confession headcanon oh gosh 

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MC is an Artist +Confession bonus 

V +bonus confession 

As a fellow artist, V would be incredibly proud of you 

Even though he might sometimes have trouble saying it 

V has always showed actions above his words 

You’d quickly gathered this from his lack of communication with the RFA chat and text messages between the two of you in general 

But you understood him, in a way 

You related to the freedom he felt whenever he expressed himself through his photography 

Because you felt that same feelings when you painted 

You were incredibly inspired by Beatrix Potter, your memories of her various artworks inspiring you to do the same 

You adored nature just as much as V did 

Together, you both made a beautiful pair 

You wore an adorable flower-patterned, yellow sun dress

A beige sunhat you held to your head with a hand, carrying your brushes and paint palette

Him, dressed smartly in a sweater with khaki pants 

 V could carry your easel for you, his professional photography bag slung around his shoulder. 

You’d laugh, turning around to look at him, the wind blowing in your face, urging him to “Come on!” 

V had never thought you more beautiful than the time you’d accidentally tripped into a meadow of freesias, scattering them every which way 

You gasped, whipping out your pocket book, etching down the scene before you 

After a measurable silence, you looked over at V who had been quiet in taking pictures of you 

He keeps many copies of the pictures, putting one in his wallet and other places he’d look frequently just to make him smile 

He’d never let others besides himself see them, but they were the most beautiful photos he’d ever taken, and this not just by his standards of your beauty 

You sometimes would catch yourself sketching him during your time outside with him, sitting in a quiet pasture 

The world’s creatures were your muse, but you couldn’t help yourself from taking every opportunity to capture V’s every expression

And maybe that’s when you realized you were completely and utterly in love with him. 

In those quiet times in the meadows, all along you were in love with him. 

When you’d caught V taking candids of you, you always would beg him to delete them, which he begrudgingly would, if you really begged him 

But.. other than that, you were positive V had no real feelings for you outside of a deep friendship. 

That must’ve done it. He knows.  

Because suddenly, V had become incredibly distant, flaking out of your naturalist escapades, becoming increasingly difficult to come in contact at all..

it was all pointing to the fact that he had realized how deeply you loved him. 

You in turn, pushed away everyone around you. 

Rejection hurt. So much. One does not truly understand it until they’ve felt it themselves. 

It came to a point where you had no more tears left to cry, you knew he was gone forever. 

Your love, your inspiration. 

All was gone. 

You hadn’t touched a paint brush in months 

You’d been skipping meals for a while, beginning to feel more and more fatigue because of it. 

It came to the point where all in the RFA (except V) had become so worried about you that they’d sent Jaehee and Yoosung over to check on you 

You couldn’t remember the last time you’d checked your phone 

Your blinds and curtains had been shut for a subsequent amount of time. 

It had been weeks since you’d last changed your clothes, your hair was unkept. 

You stopped taking care of yourself completely, emptiness overtaking you. 

You had always had a dream of making artwork your career.. but just when your freelance career had begun to take off.. you lost everything. 

You couldn’t bring yourself to touch your paints or pocket book. It reminded you too much of him. 

You weren’t concerned about money, Rika’s apartment was already paid for and… well, with no real meal expenses, you didn’t feel any real purpose to continue. 

You heard a soft knock on the door. 

Instead of answering, you groaned, rolling over in your sheets – hoping if you ignored the knocking they’d assumed you weren’t home.

Any last grain of hope you’d had left you a long time ago. 

“….MC?” 

You slowly sat up in your bed. It was Yoosung. 

You instantly felt shame for ignoring them.. and looking, well, like this. 

“I’m coming in!” Came a loud shout, causing you to panic. 

Damn. Seven must’ve opened the apartment.  

Seven was concerned for you, given the surveillance footage, he couldn’t find almost any instances when you’d left your apartment. 

Given your apparent closeness, Seven shot a text to Yoosung, Jaehee, and of course, V. 

Yoosung and Jaehee replied in agreement and concern, V, however, said something very different. 

// V:  I’m sorry. I can’t go. >> [sent, 6:08am]

707: I thot the 2 of u were rly close. Did sth happen? >> [sent, 6:09am]

V: I’m selfish. I can’t see her anymore. >> [sent, 6:29am] 

707: ? >> 

707: > [sent, 6:29am]

read, 6:32am. //

You began to cry, embarrassed and ashamed, as Jaehee and Yoosung called your name throughout your hollow feeling apartment. 

Immediate concern covered their faces when they saw you teary eyed in your bed. 

“Oh, MC, hey, it’s going to be okay.”, Jaehee immediately held your head in her arms. 

She ordered Yoosung to get some food from your local convenience store

From there, she opted to begin cleaning you up. 

Jaehee didn’t want to force you to do or say anything, so she never asked questions – unless to ask whether you were comfortable taking a shower or perhaps, eating something later. 

You were not opposed to the help, rather, you felt indebted to them, feeling guilty for causing Jaehee, Yoosung, and likely Seven a great amount of trouble. 

Jaehee made quick work of stripping your bed sheets, stuffing in the laundry and opening the blinds, cleaning your room and dusting where necessary 

A part of her chastised herself for not doing so sooner, but she and the others were afraid that they’d be intruding on your right to take a social media break or something of the sort. 

Yoosung came back relatively quickly, a meal in hand, per Jaehee’s request. 

He made quick work of making his specialty – an omurice omelette. 

Jaehee continued to tidy up, checking up with you when she’d realized the apartment had gotten too silent

You at last stepped out of the shower, your hair taking on a glimmer, as if thanking you for taking care of it at last. 

You washed your face, trying to gather your thoughts as your shoved a crew-neck shirt over your head, opting for jeans and slippers as well. 

At last coming out of the bathroom, you at last made eye contact with Yoosung and Jaehee you began to cry again. 

Without hesitation, they rushed toward you for a hug, hushing you when you’d blubbered, “I’m sorry, thank you, I’m so sorry” in between dry heaves. 

After a quick call to Seven from Jaehee, Zen, Jumin and Saeyoung had made their way to your apartment as well. 

They each had their piece to share, kind words of encouragement and love. 

You were happy by their words, but… 

V wasn’t here. 

At last gaining confidence through their encouraging words, you ushered them to the large sofas that laid beneath your TV. 

Looking down, you said, “I-I’m sure you’re all wondering about V and I..” 

You didn’t dare look up when your sniffles began. 

You took a deep breath before beginning, “This is nothing to his fault, but….” your lip wobbled, “I believe.. I think he realized that I had completely fallen for him,” you laughed pathetically, “Still am”

Seven began, “MC–” 

“I don’t blame him, really, I never intended to tell him… it’s awkward.” 

Zen clenched his fist, “That asshole…” 

“And my friend” Jumin quickly rebutted. 

“P-please! I didn’t tell you this to make you dislike him or anything! I just felt like I owed you all an explanation…”, you begged.

Seven stared at you for a while before saying, “MC… V he’s– I think you should tell him properly.” 

Zen, ever the hot-head, stood up shouting, “And get her heart broken all over again?! How heartless can you be!” 

You smiled ingenuinely, “He’s right, Zen.” 

Before you could change your mind, you picked up your phone, and for what felt like years, you at last dialed V’s number. 

On the last ring, you heard sound that the caller had, picked up though there was no sound on the other line. 

Jumin and Yoosung ushered everyone out of the room, deciding to take a little stroll outside the apartment complex. 

After a moment of silence you started, “…..V?” 

You now heard him breathing on the other line.

“V, I know you’re there. Please…” You felt your voice wavering, “P-please… come to my apartment.”, you whispered a final, “please.” 

V was silent for what felt like hours before saying, “……..okay.” 

You hung up, attempting to mentally prepare yourself for the world of hurt you were about to endure again. 

After a long silence in which you’d zoned out, you suddenly heard the door bell ring. 

You glanced up. Only V ever used the doorbell.. always had. 

You slowly crept toward the door, taking deep breaths to calm your nerves. 

Gently opening the door a crack, you took in V. 

It had been a few months, but he looked so different. So…hollow. 

You moved for him to come inside, closing the door behind you. 

“Um, V, there’s something I need to tell you.” 

“You already know my answer.” 

You looked up, tears welling in your eyes, doing your best to ignore his statement. 

“V… I love you.” 

You’d never seen V so taken aback, his whole face grew pale. 

“Y-you love me?” 

“Have. For a long time.” 

You looked down, “You can go now.” 

Yet you didn’t hear a sound of movement. 

Looking up, V was still standing there, shocked. 

At last, you managed to hear the softest whisper, “All this time….”

You leaned in closer, “What?” 

“I- I loved you.. I love you. Since we’d first met. I-I thought you didn’t want a thing to do with me. Thought you’d figured out I’d fallen in love, so I distanced myself.. selfishly to try not to get hurt, but I still did. And all this time you felt the same.” 

You were now the stunned one. 

“Really?” 

V gently smiled at you, enveloping you in a tight hug, “Really.” 

Jumin +bonus confession 

You loved to create stories 

Various areas of fiction, watercolor splashing against crisp, white pages 

Telling a beautiful story in color 

And Jumin adored it. 

He adored you. 

He admired your deep passion to create and your love for everything. 

He couldn’t understand how you could see the beauty in everything around you… for Jumin, he tended to consider things in their degree of usefulness. 

For the longest time, his father and those around him had encouraged this mentality 

And so, Jumin rarely sought for things that would have no real purpose – his penthouse proved this point by its bare walls – void of artistic charm

It wasn’t until you’d met him through the RFA that you’d immediately brought a force of color into his life 

He remembered well the first time you’d come to his apartment 

You gently ran your soft fingers against the walls of his penthouse saying, “Mr. Han, I think you need some more color in your house. It looks like a hospital in here!” You turned to him, a playful smile on your face. 

The breath was knocked out of him. 

God, he could never say no to you. If you’d ask, he’d get you anything you’d ever need. 

But he loved that you didn’t appreciate that kind of affection. Jumin knew he immediately ran to gift giving for love because it was the only way he had been shown love throughout his life…. and, it didn’t really mean anything to him. 

Still, he desperately wanted to be helpful, so if you were ever in a financial struggle, he’d offer to assist you. 

You’d proudly decline, declaring you could do it all yourself. He liked that about you too. Your independence, your kindness. 

It didn’t take long for him to realize he had taken to you greatly. 

One day when you’d come over for a visit, while petting Elizabeth III, you said, “Hey, Jumin.. have you ever fallen in love before?” 

Tension filled the air while Jumin stared at you. 

How could MC be so blind. 

When it had been a few moments he’d not answered, you awkwardly said, “J-just kidding! I figured you’re probably engaged – that was a stupid question, sorry..” 

Jumin was stricken by your sudden uncertainty, but didn’t make anything of it. 

“I’m not engaged. Don’t listen to anything my father says regarding that. And to answer your question, I think I might have an idea of what that feels like.” 

His eyes bore into yours, but he of course missed the look of sorrow that’d taken over your eyes.  

He’d watch you paint all day if he had the time. 

He couldn’t understand how you could look at a blank sheet of paper and write something so poetically beautiful and paint a lovely picture to match 

It was all a part of his amazement of you. 

He could watch you for hours, humming to yourself while you played around with contrast colors for your watercolor pieces 

No other art had value quite like your own 

He encouraged you at every chance he got, “MC, you should go into the arts.” 

“That’s what I want to do! But, Dad says the arts aren’t a realistic job.”, you frowned. 

“That may have been true in some outdated decade, but in our world today people are always looking for something hand-made and authentic. When we research our products, we look for items that have a ‘signature’ to them. Trust me, people want your art not only because it is breath-taking.. but because you made it.” 

You smiled at that, Jumin was always one to put a rational thought forward for your consideration, something you’d cherished. 

“Besides, I think you’d be happy anywhere you can create.” 

You grinned, pulling him into a tight hug, “Thank you, Ju Ju.”

Staying close friends became increasingly difficult, but Jumin wasn’t going to risk losing his friendship with you because of feelings. 

So you surprised him when you began randomly, “Jumin, I think I’m in love with you, okay?” 

You made eye contact, doing your best to show you were serious. 

As soon as he realized you were authentic in your confession, you turned around and began sprinting, flying open the door to his penthouse 

Jumin immediately chased after you, both in a full sprint 

You screamed when you heard his breathing and steps behind you and so increased your speed 

You had at last reached a dead end, but Jumin was a ways behind you. 

You reached for the elevator button, furiously clicking it – thankfully it came on the first ding. 

You rushed inside, repeatedly tapping the door-closing button. 

You sighed at last when you felt the elevator moving up, gasping for air. 

You attempted to continue going up to the highest story, which happened to be 320, grateful that this damn skyscraper had a ton of floors. 

You froze when the door came to a stop at floor 13. You panicked, trying to force the doors not to open. 

In front of you was a random businessmen, looked slightly peeved at the long wait he must’ve had for the elegant glass elevator. 

You apologized, allowing him into the elevator along with a crowd of impatient people, some gorgeous women with a smart suit and long hair, their phone resting on their cheek next to their ear, some more businessmen, glancing anxiously at their watches. 

As the elevator climbed to floor 21, a heap of people acknowledged their stop, pressing out of the elevator shaft and onto the busy hallways of what appeared to be the finance department. 

You sighed, pressing more buttons to go up higher. 

You screeched when you felt a hand on both of your wrists, slamming you into the wall behind you. 

Jumin’s eyes were glowing from the slight sweat that was beginning to form on his brow 

He looked pissed. 

“Don’t. Ever. Run. Away. From me. Again.” 

You gazed up at him, a guilty expression clouding your face 

“S-sorry..”, you quickly looked away, not bearing to look at the anger in his expression, the way he clenched his jaw and his eyes took on a darker hue… brows knit together. He was really mad. 

“You didn’t let me answer.” He said, his voice deep. 

He leaned in closer.. you closed your eyes in anticipation. 

He breathed a laugh through his nose, resting his forehead on your collarbone and shoulder. 

You blushed in embarrassment. 

Suddenly, Jumin hugged you tightly, “I love you too, MC.” 

Zen

As a fellow artist, Zen was overjoyed to say the least when he found out about your love for singing 

Your social media accounts were growing rapidly from your posts of music covers and original songs 

You also had a deep love to playing the harp. 

It had taken a lot of coaxing to convince your father to let you pay half and he pay the other of the expense of a 200,000 Won pedal harp 

But you loved it so much 

And so does Zen 

He’d definitely insist on doing a collaboration with you 

After the recording session and upload, both your following counts grew rapidly 

Comments of all types flooded your posts: 

OMG!!! ZEN!! BEAUTIFUL ZEN!!

who’s the b*tch next to him? 

omg, right? 

ew lol 

AHHHH I LOVE YOU ZEN!!! 

MC looks so cute…

fyp!! 

ZEN AND MC WOULD MAKE SUCH A CUTE COUPLE AWEEEE 

I agree!! 귀엽다   (cute) 

Over the course of your social media endeavor, you’d learned to ignore the ruthless comments of jealous fans 

Zen was worried you’d taken them personally so he validated you a lot over the period that the video was a hit 

Zen wrote a song about you (which he definitely serenaded you with): 

“your passion, my passion one in the same this song – our communicator of my love to you. your smile each day this serenade a simple translator the time we have means so much i wouldn’t spend it any other way.” - radio wave COMMUNICATION by Zen 

The song overtook the song charts, making it’s way to the #1 spot in half a day 

You’d asked him, “Zen, are you going to make that a single? You are, aren’t you? Right?” 

“No, this is something for you and you only” 

You smiled at that, but said, “Zen, love like this deserves to be shared. This song will mean something so special to someone else, just like it means something to me. Music, what we do.. it was made to be shared.” 

Zen looked at you with stars in his eyes, taking you in a big hug. 

You truly were the kindest person he’d ever met.. and he loved you so, so much. 

Even though you may not have realized yet what the truth of his feelings were in his serenade, he knew he’d wait for the day in anticipation when he’d finally ask you to be his. 

Saeran

Saeran wasn’t personally one for dramatics, but he loved watching you perform  

You’d sing for all kinds of musicals – you’d act for a series of plays 

He loved it when you’d act in classics like Macbeth or The Phantom of the Opera

It felt like a safe place to forget everything in his life and just watch you 

But he hadn’t fallen for you for who you pretended to be, but for who you really are. 

You were shy – something he found surprising (but unbelievably adorable) because you were a well-known actress 

When you’d first met him, you were walking outside the entrance way of the theater a few hours before your showtime. 

You had accidentally tripped and spilled coffee all over some tax forms you had to fill out

You let out a soft, “oh no!” 

Saeran had been early for a nice seat (hopefully away from other people) and noticed a woman in a cute over-sized sweater was muttering words under her breath, picking up what seemed to be endless amounts of papers 

He quietly walked over and just as softly said, “…need some help..?” 

You were surprised at the sudden presence of a stranger 

“o-oh! … yes please..” 

he smiled, leaning down and picking up stacks of coffee-stained paper

“would you like me to carry them for you?”, he said 

“are you– are you sure?” you looked up at him innocently in concern 

he answered by gently taking the stack of papers, “where to..?” 

“um… i’ll show you..” 

he nodded, following you to the backstage area where there was a mirror attached to a dresser, stage makeup covering the top of it. 

“you’re an actress?” 

you grinned shyly, “everyone’s surprised..” 

“n-no, i think it suits you. i was surprised because i’m watching the show tonight.” 

“r-really? you’ll watch me?” 

he nodded, blushing at your hopeful smile 

“i’ll do my best then, if you’ll watch me..” 

“good.” he looked away 

“i’ll be waiting” you said with a soft smile 

“so will i” 

yeah you two were literally so adorable.

- 

enjoy my beautifuls

[glazedwriter-mystery0014]

“Well Hello Again Little Dove...”

Short Clip of “She Loves I'm “Sophisticated”.”

Lolatos: “😑.... Your highness....” 

Armand: “Princess Lolatos....We have been acquainted again...”

Lolatos: “It’s has been a while as we speak...” 

Armand: “Yes, it is but that’s doesn’t matter anymore...” *Walking through the crown princess in with a heart of stone from both of his eyes.* “Our parents is waiting for us at one of the royal private grounds again, princess.”   

Lolatos: “😑.....” *Gazing at him noiseless a bit and then walking to nonidentical direction in a bit of rub up the wrong way when the prince talking to her in ill-mannered from his tone.*   

Armand: “.....Hm?” *Turning his head around and then looking at Lolatos as he saw her heading to the additional direction.* “And where do you think you’re going?”

Lolatos: “I am heading to one of the villages with Hilia and few of friends of my. You can stay and have chit-chats with the snobs and heartless royals who’ve exaggerated respect for high social position or wealth who seeks to associate with social superiors and dislikes the lower-class peoples like_”  

Armand: “Can I come?”

Lolatos: “😐!!! Wait what?”

Armand: “I say can I join with you and your friends?”

Lolatos: *Feeling a bit questioned and surprised at the same time.* “You wants to join with me and my friends? I thought you don’t like thrill-seeking places and other stuffs? 🤨”

Armand: “W-Well... [Clearing of his throat.] I-I just wants to try something n-new for a change...E-Even though I’ve still got to learning and practicing in one of my royals to be king of my kingdom and trying to put one of my little siblings protected from harm/danger if they’re unpleased by my behaviors...” *Saying to her in a bit timorous from one of his emotions.* “And beside when my sister, Amalia, she’s always going on her own exciting experiences with her brand-new friends, while me and others staying in this palace....😞”

Lolatos: “...O-Oh.... Well uh.. Ok then...You can join.”

Armand: “😐😐😐!!! R-Really?”

Lolatos: “Y-Yeah... But don’t acting like mean-spirited weed-brain to me and my friends, okay? Just trying to be a bit kindhearted for a while. 😤” *Hiding of few blushes from both of her cheeks.* 

Armand: “U-Um... Okay.”

Lolatos: “And also, wears something a bit comfortable and a bit casual when meet with my friends.”

Armand: “Yes ma’am.” *Started to heading to his royal master bedchamber with a bit blushes from both of his cheeks while he is looking and founding something a bit casual and comfortable to wears.* “.......”

Meanwhile with Crown Princess Lolatos....

Lolatos: H-Hmmm.....😣😣😣 

    Hey every each and single one of you far-fetched and mind-blowing, talented artists and writers~ Listen I’m so sorry for not posting of  my sketching and my drawings because I had to re-doing my first chapter of my story and I was trying to make my story to be amazing and awesome just like the other writers creating and making their stories unique but I won’t give up because I am still determined and hardworking but anyway I’ve got graduate from yesterday~! Yay me! And also I am going to London, Paris, Rome on August 19th too! 😊😊😊 How’s cool is that? But anyway again, I am posting of my Dofus/Wakfu Oc known as Crown Princess Lolatos Tokones~ The crown princess and highborn monarch of “Territories of The Sânziana”~ And she is secretly love-interest of Prince Armand Sheran Sharm otherwise known as “weed-brain”, that is what Lolatos calls him when they met each other in their families’ royal meetings. Well I’m going explaining all of you artists and writers about her later because I’ve got to finishing other posts I’ve need to finish! But then again, I am hope all of you  artists and writers have awe-inspiring and amusing summer breaks with your pals and buddies, your families, and your loved ones~! See ya later~!!!

Crown Princess Lolatos Tokones belongs to @gloomycherub-mysterious​/ @sullenwriter-log/ @glazedwriter-mystery0014​

Prince Armand Sheran Sharm belongs to Wakfu 

[writing-fool]

mlqc | let’s hit rewind

What kind of videos would the MLQC guys make if they were YouTubers? I think this is a youtube!au, but to be fair, Kiro probably has a YouTube channel in canon. See it as you will? I won’t really talk about their life outside of YT/internet so you can decide for yourself whether this is an AU or not, and whether they’re a full-time YouTuber or not.

As always, enjoy, and requests are open!

Love,

R.

Warning(s): none

Victor

Victor probably has a cooking channel

scratch that. he absolutely starts as one of those Aesthetic™ cooking channels like Cooking tree, HANSE, Sweet The MI or Nino’s Home.

his channel is called Souvenir because he’s not THAT original you can’t expect everything from a man, people. 

he starts off doing these voiceless cooking videos, but after a voice and face reveal at 2 million followers where he cooks something for his followers as a thanks...well, who wouldn’t want more of that sultry voice and glorious face

currently has about 4 million subscribers

Victor’s channel is kind of comparable to Junskitchen, a rather relaxed, casual atmosphere combined with exquisite, refined cuisine

if he feels like it, he does a voice-over, otherwise he just puts calm jazz, blues or r&b over his cooking

HAS done an ASMR special. low-key dislikes the video because he has to whisper voice-overs but people LOVE it

likes making all kinds of foods, but his channel features quite a lot of sweet foods and desserts because a certain dummy has a sweet tooth

a pretty popular feature during quarantine is Cooking w/ Sou, essentially a live stream where Sou (aka Victor) cooks a whole three-course meal while talking to and instructing his followers

his subscribers notice that he doesn’t really need editing to look clean during cooking because his technique is IMMACULATE

by the end, he’s made a themed dinner for two...which always raises a question mark

is Sou single? does he have a roommate? a girlfriend? a kid? WHAT?

after getting your explicit permission, Victor addresses the situation in one of his recent Q&As

“Why do I always make dinner for two? I have a fiancée, she edits my videos in her spare time. She works as a producer. *you wave your hand over the lens* Dummy.” he breezes over it like it’s no big deal even though he’s a tad nervous about exposing something personal like this

his fans blow up the internet, baffled but not entirely surprised that someone like Sou isn’t a bachelor

of course, some leave hate under the video honestly, people who do this to celebs who start dating are HORRIBLE

most subscribers are super supportive of your relationship and thank you for the editing that makes Souvenir such a well put-together channel...also did he seriously call his fiancée a dummy? such a tsundere!

sometimes, you’ll (well, your hands...we’re keeping a bit of privacy here) even be in the end shot of videos, munching away at the carefully plated food

one day, Sou will be making a video titled Wedding Cake.

Lucien

Lucien’s channel LucidLight is a tad bit all over the place

he’s a man of many talents, and his channel reflects just that

i’m not saying it’s a disorganized channel, because the theme is very much there - the uniform theme in Luci’s content is a cozy background, a cup of tea and a soothing thumbnail

i mean that content-wise, his subscribers don’t really know what they’re going to get next...he has a slightly similar style to the YouTuber simon plant 

his content varies from interesting science theories to poetry reading sessions to ASMR to painting/sketching to cooking and much, much more

he has an heavenly soothing, smooth voice. it’s his trademark since Lucien doesn’t show his face on camera. ever. 

doesn’t have a TON of subs, because his channel is a bit of a niche thing, but I’d say he has 1,2 million subscribers and 400k followers on his added ‘business’ Instagram

he holds a lot of live streams on Instagram/YouTube (i know Moments exists in the game, but that’s more like a Facebook or Twitter kind of app...) and is always shown with just his torso and neck in frame. the lives usually include some poetry reading and generally just having a nice, relaxing chat with his followers. they can last up to 5 hours at once, and YOU know it’s because he doesn’t need sleep like a normal human being, but his fans are still asking questions about his timezone

his subscribers are strangely fascinated by his mysterious, gentle nature and also incredibly obsessed with his large, elegant hands

his ASMR videos are often roleplays of Librarian Lucien or Professor Lucien explaining to people why their rest is important

other times, they include soft affirmations, positive whispers, finger fluttering, hair touching and maybe kissing sounds...

Lucien paints a lot too, although he works primarily with ink and pencil sketches. you’ll find a watercolour or oil painting somewhere, but they’re not his most prominent media

his art videos are usually silent, although he might say something once in a while. there’s always some type of solo instrumental music playing in the background.

he does educational videos about biology and universe theories, but will also have reading sessions about scientific books

not intentionally secretive about your relationship, but he’s not one to mention it either

the first time you appeared on screen was when he was doing another live stream. he’s in his office talking about a play, when you come padding in to bid him goodnight.

“Yes, indeed. Laura’s glass menagerie, as the play suggests, is a symbol of fragility. Laura herself is very frail, but her favourite—”

“Good night, darling.” your soft voice rings through the room. viewers see Lucien’s torso turning a little bit, a hand on his shoulder and a curtain hair appearing from the top of the screen. his hand moves, presumably to cup the person’s cheek, before a soft kiss is heard through the mic. “Sleep tight, my love,” he murmurs.

“Ah. Laura’s favourite glass figurine is the unicorn, which...”

people are in uproar, but Lucien is a strong-willed man who refuses to explicitly announce the nature of his relationship.

his subscribers stop asking after a while, because it really isn’t any of their business, and they now know Lucien’s a taken man

you kind of appear on live streams accidentally a couple more times, but nothing’s really changed about Lucien’s content

the only thing he WILL say, and this is purely to give you credit, is “Ah. The background instrumentals in my art videos are played live. Yes, my lover’s very talented.”

you guys are the mysterious, talented, soft-voiced power couple of YouTube

Gavin

Gavin’s channel probably starts as a joint channel with you, something like Rachel and Jun

it’s relatively obvious from the start that Gavin from Birds&Cops is in a relationship, since you guys have a vlogging-style channel

your channel is filled with gym vlogs, travel vlogs to other countries and a lot of self-defence and sport at home videos. 

you guys also post a lot of funny vlogs talking about your day, going on fun dates, of course food vlogs in restaurants, all that stuff...

you often sit down and talk about your life, and maybe you’ll even do a mukbang during it for someone so fit, Gavin does eat a lot of food. 

Gavin’s channel didn’t blow up right away, because vlogging channels aren’t exactly unique, and he looks like the typical ‘straight boy with a girlfriend’

but he started gaining followers after people noticed how cute and blushy he acts, and how incredibly respectful and caring he is towards you

one of the most popular videos is Boyfriend Does My Makeup and it’s adorable. Gavin’s handling your face with so much care, and comments like “I know what this is, I’ve watched you do it many times.” or “Babe, does it hurt? Should I be more gentle? I’m sorry...my hands are rough.” make everyone SWOON

toxic masculinity left the chat. Gavin loves taking care of you in any way, whether it’s getting pads, chocolate and hot packs during your period or braiding your hair

in those yoga/celebrity fitness routine challenges, subs get to see Gavin in a tight singlet and sweatpants/shorts, and it’s HOLY

you’re very much aware of the attention Gavin receives from female fans, and how lucky you are to have found such a sweet partner

Gavin will usually see this type of comment while scrolling and will turn to you and go “Babe, you know I’m the lucky one here, right?”

anyways, a feature that you do to show fans the extent of Gavin’s sweet personality is Pranking My Boyfriend, where you set up the camera for a harmless prank like pretending to have a nightmare (similar to channels like Farina Jo)

that particular video was so fun to shoot, because it ended up with Gavin softly singing a lullaby to calm you down in his arms

“Baby, wake up. I’m here, you’re safe.” Gavin knows how to deal with panicking people, but he hates this prank afterwards because ‘he didn’t like seeing you in pain’

fans squealed. Birds&Cops gained like 50k subs through that video. the channel’s currently at 999k subscribers

overall, it’s just a really lovely, family-friendly channel

Kiro

Kiro knows his way around the web, alright?

not even just as Key, but he’s had a YouTube channel since the age of 15

his channel, CtrlAltChips is a hit with many people of many, many ages

he streams gaming sessions on Twitch and posts them on his YouTube channel afterwards

other content includes (primarily) covers & original songs, simple talking videos, thrifting & fashion videos, mukbangs and candid dance videos in a studio

think of chloe moriondo, doddleoddle, Victor the Drum Destroyer and Cat Strat

alternatively, for the ARMYs here, think of Jeon Jungkook as a YouTuber

Kiro has about 18 million subscribers, which is A LOT, but he’s been on YouTube for 7 years and he’s made a name for himself as a super likeable and bubbly guy with an angelic voice and killer moves

you’d think he’s just a cute boy when he sings acoustic covers, but his dance moves suggest that he’s not THAT cute

also how does he stay so fit with all those snack mukbangs?

he has a segment named In Our Kloset where he talks about social issues (because our boy uses his platform for good) around the world while customizing (not just pins. we’re talking patches, sewing, painting, embroidery) thrifted clothing to his liking. at the end he holds a little fashion show with his new outfits

after a while, you’ll see many of his outfits in giveaways or on sale for charity. Kiro tries to give back to his fans as much as he can, and how better than by sharing a piece of his unique clothing with them?

a great singer and performer. has held actual concerts before and has an actual music career (author-nim leaves it up to you readers to decide whether this is his idol career or some other musical project)

keeps his private life PRIVATE. he knows how the internet works, and he knows there’s no way he can keep your relationship a secret forever, but he’s not about to expose it to the world because of that reason

keeps tabs on information or rumours regarding you and makes them vanish

he’s simultaneously the most open and the most secretive out of the four boys. his fans know his favourite colour, what type of underwear he wears (trunks. Kiro wears trunks.), his birthday,...

but they know nothing about his past, his location, his close social circle or his family (teeechnically he’s an orphan but ig we’re talking about his mentor here. the blood of the covenant blah blah blah...y’know?). Kiro protects his loved ones fiercely

for someone who’s kept so secret, you’re actually really involved in Kiro’s virtual persona. you’re usually behind the camera during his In Our Kloset videos and are in charge of extra research regarding topics so he doesn’t spread any misinformation 

you also give pointers during filming (of course, these bits are edited out) because Kiro tends to trail off and get distracted when sewing

another way you’re involved is setting up the food during mukbangs. you have a great sense of aesthetics, so all of his videos in general will go through you.

while you like being low-key in Kiro’s life, you don’t want him to feel like he has to protect you from all the hate. 

he doesn’t particularly love keeping you a secret either, and it makes him feel guilty because he doesn’t want you to think he’s ashamed of you. he could never be.

you guys give it a good chat over how you’re going to announce it, and he just ends up making a video titled Miss Chips where the two of you sit down and talk to the camera

“Hello my little chips! Uhm, as you can see, there’s someone sitting next to me today. Maybe you already guessed from the title, but this is...my girlfriend, Miss Chips,” cue the cute jazz hands in your direction, “We’ve been dating for a long, loooong time, right, Miss Chips?”

“I just wanted to share this with you guys, since it felt wrong to keep such an important person in my life private. I hope you’re all kind to her, because I love her dearly, even to the point of giving up my snacks...so it’s serious.”

it really is that serious, hm?

Hope you enjoyed reading! 

[vaguely-concerned]

The Mandalorian Chapter 11; the rewatch edition

I have found a bit more enthusiasm for this one on the rewatch, so here goes!

- din snapping ‘I’m trying my best here!’ in a vaguely annoyed tone as his entire ship is going up in flames around him because he mostly doesn’t get angry as much as sulky... the height of cinema 

- I love frog husband’s clothes, because they’re in a very similar style and colour scheme to frog lady’s but also incorporate the knitwear we see on the people of trask, so it both underlines his belonging with her and implies that he’s been on this moon for quite a while, they may have been apart for some time  

especially his scarf is a darling detail and there’s a bit of contrast in texture to it next to his wife’s, it’s nice. he’s wearing a similar kind of vest to what we see on the fishermen later, too 

- I think my favourite part of this entire episode (well second after din cradling the baby against him after nearly drowning) is just the design and Vibe of the planet and especially this harbour

for one I LOVE that it’s shown that even in the middle of the day it’s dark enough that the electric lights are still on when it’s overcast (it reminds me a bit of norway during the winter, actually, when dawn just never quite breaks and then slinks off in embarrassment before it’s even noon). and there’s also the... sails? nets? hanging around looking almost like flags, which are very Aesthetic but god knows what they’re for. maybe for drying fish on in the summer? 

I think the building in the distance behind frog husband’s back here is a lighthouse? or it could be one of those towers for loading you see when they scout out the empire ship too, I suppose!

and one for my strange obsession with Texture on this show: these fabric-covered crates!!! they look exactly as dingy and moldy as you’d expect them to be in this climate, I wonder what they’re for (& I vaguely want to touch them) 

- from the sound of it din’s vibroknife is uh ‘on’ when he pokes the squid thing, and he also goes for the tentacle the furthest away from the baby <3

proof the calamari flan have been scratched up a bit during all that time in din’s pockets! (the attention to detail in this show sometimes istg) 

- this is 100% me reading too much into things again, call the overthinking police I’ll do my time meekly lol, but the boat looks a little bit like the mudhorn signet from this angle: 

again din keeps his hand on or sooo close to his blaster in this entire scene, he knows this is sketch as all hell 

a) once again I want to praise the effects team for how GOOD the aliens look in this episode holy shit and b) the hell is this dude wearing on the straps of his overalls tho 

- the dude mando (axe woves) uses his little... wrist launcher thing to shoot with to finish two off the fishermen, so my theory that they can be loaded with other things than the whistling birds for slightly less effective use (maybe without the level of honing we’ve seen din’s be able to do?) is looking good!

- din actually has quite good form when diving into the water, I’m guessing he can swim at least tolerably when not in full armour, being stabbed at from all directions, having just had his son eaten by a sea monster and also being trapped in with said sea monster (I’m a strong swimmer and I can tell you that there’s a reason they make you swim with clothes on from time to time to see how hard it is, it sucks. with metal plates strapped all over you as well? yeah good luck) people don’t tend to hit the water that gracefully without some kind of training in my experience lol. might be some of the training with the jet pack has carried over too, considering he throws himself off that cliff in chapter 12 with similar confidence?

it’s interesting that they’re once again showing us a threat where the armour doesn’t help and even hinders him. we’re so used to the ways it can make him near-invincible, but it can also drag him down (literally, in this case. aha ha ha. well if I’m not here for my own entertainment then what am I here for honestly)

- din’s voice sounding like he’s just on the verge of crying as he cradles the baby (and the sound he makes as he realizes the baby’s alive) is my kryptonite, turns out. fucking breaks my heart into tiny pieces every time, I would die for this man and he wouldn’t let me

- in support of din’s paranoia: so far this season we haven’t been able to go five minutes without someone talking about peeling the precious beskar off a mandalorian corpse, I can see why his mind was primed to move in one particular way there

- I think the fabric of din’s cape has been treated with something that makes it waterproof; the water seems to pearl on top of it rather than soak in! can you imagine how heavy it would get if it did absorb water tho christ

(a bit hard to see at this size but that’s what it looked like to me close up anyway! could also be that it’s wool and that’s why it looks that way but I prefer an elaborate sci-fi explanation here, because it doesn’t look particularly weighed down afterwards) might also explain why he doesn’t seem worried about it catching on fire when he uses the jetpack haha, maybe this is something the mandos do with fabric they’re going to use for a long time 

I also enjoy part of the gambeson/undersuit thing poking up from under the shoulder pauldron and cape; I think this is about as disheveled as we’ve seen him since immediately post-mudhorn 

- the sound mixing in this scene, where din’s breathing is layered a bit over everything else so you almost feel like you’re in the helmet with him listening to what the others are saying........ oh my GOD, it embeds you so deeply in his POV but so subtly 

- not to be biased or anything... but din and the armorer’s armour design is so vastly superior to these guys it shouldn’t even be a competition lol 

din looks like an honest to god knight in shining armour except also sci-fi western and the armorer looks like a fucking war goddess from a time beyond memory; the clone wars mandos look like high end cosplayers (eh maybe it’s just my dislike for the boobplates that has me so 😒 lol. also a lot of dudes were very shitty about that whole thing and I don’t say anything but the ‘vaguely-concerned will remember this’ telltale message pops up in the corner every time) 

moment of saltiness over: I do like the differentiation between their individual character designs 

the differences in body type and helmet design is nice! they look like a unified team, but with individuality. I suspect the ladies have those belts and their armour plates on the hips instead of the front of the thighs to emphasize the ‘female’ silhouette, which. okay fine whatever

- bo katan looks very pointedly down at the baby after saying ‘a group of religious zealots who want to return to the ancient ways’ which makes me VERY nervous for reasons I can’t quite articulate

- the mournful guitar version of the mando theme as din watches the sunset...... hmmmmngh (this might be some Symbolism happening to us folks strap in for the identity crisis he still hasn’t processed) 

- I Cannot get over din being so unimpressed by and uninterested in bo katan’s ‘retake mandalore’ sales pitch from literally the first moment dfhasdkjfhsad sorry lady kryze this man just does not do main quest shit, he’s all side quests all the time and that’s why I love him  

- as someone who after chapter 8 wrote a whole-ass fic that was wholly & exclusively about din telling the baby he’ll always come back for him... some of the shit he’s been saying this season does feel like it’s been written to mercilessly victimize me, personally and specifically 

- guessing this structure in the background is the traffic control tower! doesn’t really matter, I just thought it was neat

- this part of the soundtrack is called ‘ship o hoj, mandalorians!’, which I found incredibly charming haha (it’s ‘ship ahoy’ except how you write it in swedish, good one herr göranson)  

- bo katan is vague about who exactly the new mand’alor would be if they took back mandalore to begin with, she doesn’t specify she is planning to be the ruler until she’s already got din on the ship and in no position to refuse to help. gotta respect the grift at least lol  

I do love her voice, though, it reminds me a bit of jennifer hale as shepard

- “I need to get back to my ship, with the foundling” your honor I uh love him so fucking much 

- frog lady stroking the baby’s back a bit as she holds her hand behind him to make sure he doesn’t fall backwards while playing with the tadpole ;___________;

and also frog husband and frog lady reaching out to hold hands and frog smooching as din and yodito leave ;____________________________________________;

- when din says the exasperated “mon calamari. unbelievable” line, the baby makes that little blowing a raspberry sound he does as if to agree ‘uh-huh unbelu -- unbelly -- unbelievable dad smh’ and it is very very adorable 

- there’s quite a bit of Stuff in the concept art that didn’t make it in this time around; I wonder if maybe they cut some stuff for pacing or whatever and that’s why this episode is so short? water leaking into the cockpit of the razor crest, something that looked a bit like whaling going on on the docks and more spaceships taking off (maybe there were originally meant to be some smaller ships defending the big empire one?), there’s quite a bit here  

[ace-in-a-shopping-cart]

Day 22

Prompt: When you close your own eyes, you can see what your soulmate sees.

Word Count: 1,388

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CW: kidnapping, food, allusions to police, minor injuries.

Virgil closed his eyes tighter, still seeing nothing but black. “Come on, come on! Come on, dear, you can do this!”

Patton sat next to him as he opened his eyes with a sigh. “Nothing?” Patton handed him a bagel from the box nearby.

Virgil shook his head. “I’m not sure where he is and I have no way of tracking him right now. He doesn’t have his phone on him, he can’t see anything. I don’t know if he has a blindfold on, a bag over his head, or if he’s just in a dark room.” Virgil stared down at his bagel. “I don’t know what to do, Pat. I'm scared. For both me and Logan.”

Patton rubbed his back soothingly. “Hey, maybe you can send a message to him! Let him know that you’re thinking about him and are trying to save him!”

Virgil nodded, putting his bagel down in favor of grabbing a pencil and paper to write carefully, “I’m looking for you as hard as I can. I need your help. Is there any way you can get your eyes open, even just for a second? I love you and am thinking of you. I won’t rest until you’re by my side.”

Patton read it over his shoulder and cooed. “Aww, that’s so sweet!”

Virgil stared intently at the page, trying to let Logan get a good look at it. When he couldn't keep his eyes open any longer, he closed them. Logan’s eyelashes were fluttering in a desperate attempt to open. “That’s it, come on.” Virgil said soothingly, willing the words or at least the sentiment to go across to his soulmate, the love of his life, his husband who got kidnapped just because Virgil published a book someone disliked a bit too hard.

Logan was able to force his eyelashes open and Virgil smacked the table next to him for a sketchpad and anything to draw with. Virgil sketched whatever Logan saw, not completely processing it. Patton made some noises but Virgil ignored him for now, focused on what Logan was sending him. His pencil flew across the page, trying to render as much as Logan was seeing.

Someone appeared in Logan’s line of sight, wielding what looked like a knife and moving their mouth as if they were shouting, and Logan’s eyes snapped closed. Virgil opened his own eyes to find Patton fluttering around the room. Virgil sighed. “How did you ever become a PI?”

Patton paused, standing as if he were a paused screen. He straightened, putting his hands behind his back as if to prove that he was a professional. “Easily. People trust me and I’m good at my job.”

“When you’re not freaking out like that.” Virgil muttered good-naturedly under his breath. He turned his attention to the drawing in front of him. The landscape was a nondescript room, no identifiable features. The only things of note were that Virgil could not see Logan’s hands in this picture so he had to assume they were tied behind his back and the man in the corner of the picture, the one with the knife.

Patton settled down and looked over Virgil’s shoulder. “Have you seen that man before?”

Virgil frowned. “I don’t think so. Do you think you could convince your husband to run it through his database? I can try to blow up the face first.”

Patton nodded. “I can ask Roman to but it would be helpful to have a larger picture of it.”

Virgil nodded, flipping to a clean page and scribbling some messages to Logan first. Most of the messages were telling him he loved him, that Logan did a good job and gave Virgil what he needed, and other little notes like that. He also doodled some hearts and things he knew Logan would love like unicorns standing on the molecular model of water.

Then, he carefully tore out the picture he’d made earlier and set it to the side while he flipped to a new clean page and got to work. He put some headphones on and played some music to distract himself from thoughts of Logan getting tortured. Just to reassure himself, he’d take breaks and close his eyes to check in on his husband. Always, Logan’s eyes were closed.

An hour and a half later, Virgil finished with the drawing. He closed his eyes one more time to check in on Logan and found his eyes open. He seemed to be on his back based on his view of the ceiling and Virgil immediately made a mental note to check for broken wrists. Logan didn’t seem to be in much discomfort but Virgil knew he was good at hiding it from him.

Virgil opened his eyes and passed the drawing off to Patton. “Can we put this in some sort of express way? Even if that means I have to pay for it out of pocket, I don’t care.”

Patton nodded, picking up his phone to call his husband. Virgil closed his eyes again but was met with black, meaning that Logan also had his eyes closed. Virgil pulled the sketchpad closer and picked up where he left off, doodling meaningless drawings. He found an empty space off to the side and wrote, “I got a drawing of the man. We’re gonna run it through a database and see if we can figure out who it is. I don’t want to get your hopes up but I’m coming to you as fast as I can. You’re being so brave, just hold on a little longer, darling. When I get you home, I’m gonna hold you so close you’re gonna be sick of me. I love you so much, starshine.”

Virgil couldn’t sleep that night knowing Logan was out there, maybe being tortured. He kept closing his eyes only to see black. He could faintly see Logan’s eyelids fluttering so knew he was alive at least, probably with a blindfold on. So, he got up and put on a documentary with subtitles, hoping to let Logan watch along with him.

He wasn’t aware it was morning until he got a call from Patton saying that he’d teamed up with another PI and they’d found where the man, Alden Blue, was located. Virgil hurried to get dressed and out the door, more than ready to have his husband within sight again. He met up with Patton and they drove there with Remus, Roman’s PI brother.

Virgil was told he had to stay in the car but he insisted on coming in with them. So, he was given a vest and put in the back of the group. They’d brought in a small team to help and soon had Blue in custody. Virgil ignored the man, who was now sitting against the wall with handcuffs and a bloody lip, and kept going through the rooms.

Soon, he came to a room that looked exactly like the drawing. He found Logan in the corner, on his back with his hands cuffed beneath him, a blindfold covering his eyes. Virgil breathed a sigh of relief at seeing him mostly unharmed. He walked over and saw Logan’s head turn at the noise, shrinking back slightly.

Virgil’s heart broke at the way Logan was trying to curl up as small as he could. He carefully knelt next to him, murmuring, “Let me see you, darling.”

The blindfold slipped off and Logan’s frame shook as he dove into Virgil’s arms, confident in his ability to catch him. Virgil did, carefully picking him up and bringing his husband out of the room. He got both the key to the car and the handcuffs key  from Patton and made his way out to the car. He gently uncuffed him and brought his wrist forward. Kissing the pulse point, he set about working feeling back into them and checking for injuries. “Are you hurt anywhere else?” He kept his voice quiet.

Logan shook his head, unable to take his eyes off him. “I have a few bruised ribs but other than that I’m unharmed.”

Virgil nodded, leaning forward to kiss his cheek. Logan turned his head so Virgil's lips landed on his own last second. The kiss stayed soft and gentle, the couple’s eyes slipping shut as they shared the tender moment.

[brelione]

Neon (Sarah Cameron x Reader)

This Is That Good Gay Shit Right Here

It had been study period.You sat across the table from Sarah at the library in the large kook school.You werent really a kook,you just had the money of one.You acted and dressed like a pogue and your friends were pogues as well.You didnt wear your school uniform.Instead you wore JJ Maybanks shirt and a bracelet that Pope had made you.You hung out around the boys a lot,every single day.You’d go surfing with them and drink cheap beer.You wore John B’s socks and the boys would often tease you about the school you went to full of rich princesses.Sarah watched everything you did.You did the same thing every single study period.You’d take out the same notebook every time and sketch lines out with a pencil.When there was two minutes left of the period she watched as you’d grab a neon marker and swipe strokes across the paper precisely.The things she’d do to know what you spent so much time drawing.She never got any studying done during study period,she was too busy watching you.She watched as your nose would scrunch up when you messed up a line or how you would throw your hair back aggressively when it got in your way.She was just so fascinated by you.

It had been a bad morning for Sarah.She hadnt been able to get a good breakfast or do her hair properly or even have a nice cup of coffee.She was at her locker,chatting with Kiara when she saw you.You were wearing some rather short shorts and a neon blue striped shirt.She couldnt help but stare at you.You looked amazing,hair up in a messy bun,a generous amount of bracelets on your wrist that you had collected over the years and that neon shirt.You were so effortlessly gorgeous she just couldnt wrap her head around it. “What are you looking at?”Kiara asked.Sarah laughed it off,saying she zoned out but couldnt help but stare at you out of the corner of her eye.She knew you and Kiara were close friends in the eighth grade but had drifted a bit.She looked you up and down multiple times,eyes falling to a mark on your jaw.She couldnt quite tell what it was but she knew it wasnt a birth mark.She had looked over your face so many times she could probably draw it from memory.

Neon streaks covered your hair.Pink,green and blue.The morning had been a rather chilly one.You wore a thin brown leather jacket over a white crop top,not that the crop top could be seen due to your arms and jacket covering your torso.Sarah knew it was fake leather.She had heard you talking about your love and appreciation for cows so she knew that you’d never wear something made out of their skin.She stared at the neon streaks in your hair,the way the light reflected off of the colorful streaks and how two neon yellow pieces of hair framed your face.Only you could pull off that look,she thought.She had never actually spoken to you but she felt that she knew you so well.Noone hated you,no one even disliked you.You didnt fit in in any way shape or form but there was something about you that just dragged everyone in.Every night before she went to bed Sarah would scroll through your instragram.It was a public account because clearly you didnt really care about who followed you and who saw you.Her thumb would hover over the follow button but she never pressed it.

Neon pink was the color of the bikini you were wearing when she saw you on the beach.The bottoms were high waisted,your hair up in a bun and she couldnt help but think about how brilliant your boobs looked in that top.You were sitting next to JJ Maybank,giggling about something as you talked to him.She wanted to be the one to make you giggle like that.JJ said something to you and you nodded before he ran off.You rolled your eyes,continuing to walk by the water.Sarah watched as you bent over to pick something up.She watched as your face of happiness became one of worry.She watched as you ran to find a stick and a leaf.She watched as you got a small creature onto the leaf and ran down to the water,placing the leaf down.She grinned as you were smiling again,scooting the creature along.She took a deep breath,walking down the sandy hills towards you. “Hi, (Y/N),right?”She asked.She didnt have to ask.She knew your first,middle and last name.She knew your siblings names,your pets names,your parents names,your cousins names.She knew your favorite foods,your zodiac sign and your favorite animal.She had spent hours stalking your instagram and going through the people you followed to find your mother.Once she found your moms instagram she found her facebook and that lead to Sarah learning many details about your life.You nodded,turning to see the blonde. “Sarah Cameron.”You nodded.She blushed.She never knew her name would sound so good coming from you. “So,what brings you to the beach on this lovely morning?”You asked.SHe shrugged. “Just...hanging out.”She replied.You nodded. “You want me to hang out with you?”You smirked.She blushed. “Sure,umm do you maybe wanna come to my house?”

Neon green was the color you painted you painted your nails while the two of you were hanging out at her house a week later. “Hey (Y/N)?”Sarah asked as she held a pillow to her chest,wresting her chin on it. “Yeah?”You asked.Sarah blushed,squealing into her pillow.That caused you to look at her with furrowed eyebrows.The boys never acted like this.Sarah was really quite different from the guys.She was stunning and giggled a lot and made your heart thump. “So like-do you like anyone right now?”She asked.You sighed.Why?Why that question?What the hell were you supposed to say?You just shrugged. “Oh my god!You’re blushing!Who is it?”Sarah faked enthusiasm.She wanted to frown and roll her eyes but that would definitely give it away. “God,Sarah.You ask so many questions.Why dont you just guess?”You asked.She bit her lip,staring at your bright finger nails. “Well...where do those little marks on your jaw come from?”She asked.You laughed. “You can say the word hickey,Sarah.”You grinned.You and JJ had a sort of friends with benefits thing going on.It wasnt exclusive or anything,just something to do when you were bored or horny or whenever you were mad.

He had always had the biggest smirk on his face afterwards.He’d ask you who you had thought about during it.You never told him. “Just because I have hickeys doesnt mean I like someone.”You replied.She frowned. “How can you do that?Like do someone and then not have any thoughts or feelings afterwards?”She asked.You smiled,blowing on your fingernails. “I just think of someone else.”You shrugged.She gasped. “So you do like someone!”She exclaimed. “Whats the first letter of his name?”She asked.You rolled your eyes,butterflies building in your stomach. “S.”You repled.She bit her cheek. “Seth?”She asked.You shook your head. “Whats the next letter?”She asked.You bit the inside of your cheek. “A.”You told her.She’d have to catch up eventually.Her eyebrows furrowed. “Uh...Sam?”She asked.You shook your head with a big grin. “The next letter is R.”You told her.She’d have to get it eventually.Her heart thumped a bit and she tried not to blush.

She was getting really excited at the possibility that it could be her.No boys name had those three letters in a row. “Next letter please.”She pouted.You blushed,looking away from her. “A.”You told her.She raised her eyebrows,eyes darting around the room. “Is it a girl?”She asked.You nodded,nervous for her reaction.She could have squealed in that moment. “Im Bi,Sarah.”You told her.She held her head in her hands. “Same.”She replied.You gasped quietly. “Shut up!”You exclaimed.She giggled. “Wait-is it Sarah Carpenter?Shes kind of a bitch,dont you think?”She asked.You bit on your lip. “Sarah,its you.”You avoided her gaze.You didnt even notice her lunging forward and wrapping her arms around you tightly and kissing your forehead. “This is really embarrassing-but ive liked you since the beginning of ninth grade.”She grinned.You giggled,kissing her nose. “Are you serious right now?”You asked.She nodded. “Dead serious.”She replied.

 “Why didnt you talk to me or something?”You asked.She bit her lip. “I didnt know that you were into girls!”She exclaimed.You rolled your eyes,sure that your face couldnt be any more red. “Sarah,I have dyed hair,short nails and I cuff my jeans.It couldnt be any more obvious.”You kissed her cheek.She looked down at her lips,pecking them gently.There was a knock at the door.You pulled away from eachother. “So yeah,grilled cheese sandwiches are so much better than tuna and if-Oh,hey rafe.”You greeted the tall boy standing at the door. “dinner.”He said quietly,winking at you before leaving.You and Sarah laughed,going downstairs.

Neon pink was the color of the beaded bracelet Sarah had made for you.That bracelet was tied to your wrist as you stared at Sarah.Her white dress,the diamond crown on her head as she held your hands. “You may kiss your bride.”Pope read off.You kissed Sarah gently,holding onto her waist.You rested your head on her shoulder as you hugged,JJ and Kiara screaming from the crowd and clapping loudly.Dear god youd think they would be the ones getting married with how excited they were.Sarah sung the words to We Fell In Love In October into your ear as you danced together.She kissed your cheek,your temple and your collarbone as she giggled.You had never loved anyone more,nor had you ever been happier.JJ had literally tackled you after the ceremony,spinning you around. “YOU GOT THE GIRL,BITCH!”He shouted.You laughed,punching him lightly on the shoulder.Kiara hugged you as well. “I’ve gotta get married next now,dont I?”She asked,glancing over at Pope.You nodded. “Hell yeah.”You replied,slapping her arm in excitement. “This is some great ass cake.Why the neon frosting though?”Rafe asked,poking at the frosting with his fork.He had somehow gotten off the drugs and stopped being such an asshole...most of the time.Sarah laughed,shrugging. “My baby loves neon.”She replied,watching in awe as you danced around with your cousin,dress twirling at your feet.

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Down With The Ship | FINALE

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Female!Reader

Summary: Captain Jeon Jungkook; a beautiful mess of blood and gold. His greatest treasure, may also be his greatest downfall.

Genre: Pirate!au

Warnings: Angst, some fluffy stuff, panic attacks, blood

Rating: T for Teens

A/N: Alexa, play Roslyn by Bon Iver and St. Vincent. aaaaaaand that’s a wrap! I’m honestly in love with this series and kind of want to make some spin offs, but I need to focus on like...my big series now XD 

Thanks for sticking around!

Word Count: 8k Words

Other: Masterlist

Previous 

Up with your turret Aren't we just terrified? Shale, screen your worry From what you won't ever find

           Him had a face. Him had a name. Eun-kyung haunted your dreams. The deep blue of his irises visited you at night and his soft hands touched your waist, your arms, and legs. The most innocent of touches giving you the fluttering of butterflies in your stomach. 

          You were broken out of your trance by a hand waving in front of your face. You blinked, startled. 

“Oh, sorry.” You murmured, brushing back a strand of hair as you met the gaze of the frowning captain. 

“Are you sick? Tired?” The genuine concern that tinged his voice was new to you. 

            You smiled softly and shook your head, turning back to sketching out the map before you. It was so nice above deck where you and Jungkook sat on the planks. He dictated anything interesting he saw and you sketched the coastline. 

“I’m alright, Jungk-Captain.” 

        He paused, looking at you for a moment. Then he turned back to observing the land mass ahead. “You can call me Jungkook. I don’t mind.” 

        His words made you smile a little and you didn’t know how his heart quickened when you smiled. 

“I see a large mountain in the distance. It seems to be of cold climate.” 

“That explains the wind.” You rubbed at the pinkened end of your nose. He noticed you shivering and, in an action that surprised both you and him, he shrugged off his coat and handed it to you. 

���Stay warm, Y/N. And head inside soon before you catch a cold.” He then wandered back below deck without another word. 

             You liked the way your name rolled off his tongue. His mouth moved around it harshly, like a command, while Eun-kyung always spoke it like a soft prayer on his lips. The callous nature of the man did not surprise you, he was a pirate after all and Eun-kyung had simply been your guard. But he was so much more than that. If Eun-kyung was the sturdy land, Jungkook was the crashing sea. And you had always loved the sea more than the land. 

              You stood at the side, biting your lip in concentration. The murky water below reminded you of the day you walked the plank almost a year ago. It had been terrifying and calming at the time, but now it just gave you fond memories. You still weren’t allowed off the boat since you were a wanted woman. The thought sent you back to the weight that had been hanging on your shoulders. Were they still looking for you? Was Haneul getting closer? Every day it felt like you could turn a corner and he would be right there. 

             You gripped the pen tighter as you traced the coast. The air was chill and your ears were freezing, but Jungkook’s coat was wrapped tightly around you, the sleeves rolled up to keep from dragging on the page. You hummed a little to yourself, just admiring the sights before you. 

             It was odd how the ocean, so vast and oppressive at times, could fill you with such joy. The emptiness of the sea, no soul within miles, would put a normal person on edge, but when you loved the salt in the air as much as the crew of BTS, the loneliness didn’t seem all that bad. 

               Jungkook was on his daily rounds to make sure people were on task. He checked in on Jin who was cooking lunch. The older man quickly shooed him out of the kitchen, waving a wooden spoon as the captain shouted his protests. 

           Then he visited Namjoon, his trusty second, but he was busy reading a book. When he had entered the man’s cabin, he had simply peered up at him unamused and went back to reading. Who knew the captain of his own ship could be so easily rejected by his crewmates? He didn’t even bother with Yoongi, fully knowing the man was asleep.

            Surely Jimin will need my help with something? So he went to visit the blonde haired man. But he was busy cleaning and claimed he didn’t need the help. Hoseok was quite obviously steering the ship and Jungkook didn’t really need to help there. So he ended up standing beside you, thoroughly tired of his crew. 

“It’s like every time I try to do something nice for my crewmates, the universe rejects me.” He sighed, feeling a little more melancholic than usual.

          It was nearing the anniversary of the mutiny and though the blood was long washed away, he didn’t really want to spend it on the boat. You made a noise of acknowledgement, still focused on your drawing. 

“Words would be nice, little miss.”

You rolled your eyes at the nickname, but smiled nonetheless. “Oh boo hoo. No one wants to babysit the captain.” You turned to face him, a smirk on your face. 

            His cheeks grew red and he opened and closed his mouth. He didn’t know if he wanted to kiss or slap that smirk off your mouth. Was it scary that the urge to kiss you was stronger? To him it was terrifying. He already had six weaknesses composed of his crewmates, but having a lover? That would be his downfall, he just knew it. So at what point did the pros outweigh the cons? He would see to it that they never did. For his and your own sake. 

             The captain still couldn’t help tracing his eyes over your profile. From the slope of your nose to the outline of your lips. Then he studied your hands, the way you held your pen, the way you focused on the paper. 

“How long are you going to stare at me, lover boy?” You teased, having grown comfortable with the captain.

             You spent most of your time with him to help him navigate and work on the various maps. It was sort of exhausting to have one way conversations with him, but you were okay with it; it was like home. 

“Sorry.” His response made you frown slightly, but you returned to your work. 

“Does Namjoon dislike me, or something?” You asked cautiously, not looking up from your sketch. 

“No...I think he just...has trouble trusting people.” Jungkook huffed, blowing a strand of hair out of his face. 

        The door that led below deck flung open with a crash and Taehyung stumbled out, looking out of sorts. He immediately went to the side and hurled out his lunch. 

“Taehyung, are you alright? You look like you’ve seen a ghost!” You dropped your pad and pencil onto the deck and ran over to look at him. He was pale and wide eyed. 

“Just a nightmare.” He choked out, squeezing his eyes shut.

            You caught the glistening in his eyes before he left to sit against the wooden siding of the ship. He leaned his head back, brown hair splaying out in all directions, and pulled his knees in close to his chest. The man took deep breaths. 

“Must have been one hell of a nightmare.” You murmured, your tone concerned, and you were. You had never seen the man so disoriented. He was often a wild card between serious and loving, but never had you seen him off guard. 

The man didn’t respond. His hands gripped his knees. The captain watched his crewmate in sympathy. With a sad expression, he tugged on your arm. 

“Y/N, we should leave him be. There are some things you don’t have to know about.” 

“His name was Sam.” Taehyung whispered. Jungkook stopped, glancing back at the gunner with curiosity. When he didn’t continue, Jungkook took that as his cue to leave. He dragged you away, disappearing below deck. 

           His mind was spinning. He went in circles, memories playing on repeat like a video. Taehyung could feel Sam’s warm breath on his neck, the way his hands held his, the way he brushed against him. The man would always claim it was an accident, but Taehyung knew it wasn’t. 

            While the lull of the sea usually brought him peace, today it reminded him of everything he’d done wrong. 

“Aish, you need to let it go already.” Sam sat next to him, his ethereal form hovering above the deck. 

“You died right in my arms, Sam. It was my fault for not shooting the man before he shot you.”

“You were processing, it’s okay.”

“Why did I hesitate the one time it mattered?” 

“Because you’re human.” 

         Taehyung bumped his head against the side several times, trying to make the ghostly spirit go away. It was taunting him with a love he could no longer have.

“How can you forgive me?”

“You did all you could.” 

“Why aren’t you mad?”

             The ghost stood and crouched in front of him, body passing through Taehyung’s knees. He could almost feel the man’s touch, his ghostly fingertips tracing his cheek. Then the wind blew and reminded him of the simple chill that caused it. 

“I could never be mad at you Taehyung.”

              The man swallowed, watching the specter lean in, his ghost lips brushing over his warm ones. 

“How can you say that, Sam?” He said weakly. “When you’re the one with a bullet in your chest.” 

 “If you weren’t a pirate, Hoseok, what would you be doing?” You sat on the railing that overlooked the main deck. Your legs swung back and forth. The pilot thought over your question, his eyes still set on the horizon. 

            Hoseok, despite his sunny personality, could look rather serious, possibly angry, when he thought hard enough. He twisted the wheel, sending the boat closer to the mainland. 

“I think I would be a dancer.” 

“You dance?”

“I wanted to.” He corrected you. Then he released a sigh and placed a pole through one the rungs to hold the steering wheel while he took a break. “It wouldn’t have worked out. It wouldn’t have been a living.” 

“Can you show me?” You asked. He raised an eyebrow. 

“You want to see?” There was hope in his eyes as he spoke, his words holding an excitement. 

“Yeah, for sure!” You smiled widely, eager to see your crewmate either wow you or make you laugh. 

“Alright! But you’re getting in on it too, okay?” 

“That wasn’t the deal.” You crossed your arms. “Besides, I only know some ballroom dancing.”

“I’ll show you!” He exclaimed excitedly, taking your hand and leading you out to the main deck. 

           He bowed lowly, pecking your hand with his lips. You instantly flushed bright red and he looked up at you with a sly smile. 

“May I have this dance?” He asked.

“Most certainly, kind sir.” You played along, curtsying. 

            He chuckled and took your arm in his so you were facing opposite directions. Then he began skipping around in a circle, humming out a beat and melody. You laughed, forced to follow along with his antics. He then switched arms and continued the dance. Then he unhooked his arm, spinning you around in a circle. 

          You fought to regain your balance, the world spinning as you let out more squeals of excitement. He then held up his arm, intertwining his arm with yours. Your hands touched, fingers pointing upwards as he took a step forward, leading you in the new dance move. You both laughed in delight, dancing to the rhythm of the sea and humming a tune only you two knew. 

           There was a loud cough. The entire crew stood there, even Yoongi, watching you with varying expressions. Jimin looked eagerly between the two of you. Yoongi just sighed, but he didn’t move back below deck as he usually would. Jin was holding back a laugh and even Namjoon let his lips twitch into a smile. Jungkook looked the least pleased. 

“Hoseok, don’t you have a job to do?” The captain barked. 

“Sorry, captain.” Hoseok bowed and started leaving. You quickly grasped his arm, pulling him back. 

“Stop it, Jungkook.” You hissed, not bothering with the title. “You’re always trying to ruin the fun, loosen up and live a little.” 

           The crew stood still, glancing between the two of you. Jungkook turned on his heel, letting out a huff of air, his nostrils flaring. The rest of the crew awkwardly shuffled from foot to foot. 

“Jimin! Get over here, I can see you want to get in on it.” You winked, moving around to push the male towards Hoseok. 

         The older man easily took the younger in and started showing him the steps. You then shoved Namjoon and Jin together. Yoongi glanced at Taehyung who smirked. 

“No way.” Yoongi scoffed, ready to go back down below. 

          The others were already getting into the swing of things, switching partners and letting playful banter slip in between the melody they all started singing. 

“As I was a-walking down Paradise Street.” Jin sang, his voice clean without a warble. 

“To me way-aye, blow the man down.” The others chorused.

“A pretty young damsel I chanced for to meet.” Jimin rang out next, his voice like a bell and just as beautiful. 

“Give me some time to blow the man down!” They all sang back, erupting into laughter. 

         Taehyung reached out and grasped the older man’s sleeve. 

“Yoongi, I think it’s about time you joined the world of the living.” He stated firmly and dragged him out to dance with the others.

           It was soon a mess of laughter and drunken singing, although no one was drunk; they acted like it pretty well. Hoseok was clapping in time to the beat. You wanted to throw yourself into the mix, but you didn’t have a partner. The most eligible man was pissed off below deck, most likely brooding. 

           You wouldn’t have it. You marched down below, despite how much you hated the claustrophobic feeling of being below deck. You pounded on the captain’s office door and he responded with a stern come in. 

           You marched inside. 

“Captain Jeon Jungkook if you don’t go out there and dance right now, I’m going to drag you out. You can spend all your life hiding from your crew and holding up in your office when everyone is bonding. And you also need to stop brooding like some edgy man baby! Seriously! Loosen up!” You paced, ranting to the captain who sat looking amused at you. His arms were crossed and his eyebrows shot up at the words ‘man baby’. 

“Excuse me, is that anyway to speak to your captain?” He frowned, effectively cutting you off. “Maybe I have been too lenient with you and the crew.” 

           Then he caught himself in the mirror and sagged, suddenly lost in thought. That was something Captain Rogers would say. Except, when he looked at you, you weren’t shaking and crying, you weren’t flinching at his gaze. Instead, you stood straighter. 

“You need to be more lenient to yourself, Jungkook.” You stepped around the desk and he swiveled his chair around to face you. 

           Jungkook had such a youthful face, it was a shame he spoiled it so often with frowns. You could almost see the stress wrinkles already forming. You reached forward, harmlessly brushing your hands with his. He pulled his hand away like you’d burned him. 

“Is everything...is everything alright Jungkook?” You asked quietly. 

          He couldn’t think. The world was spinning. Being in that office, being touched, watching himself in the mirror, it was already painful enough. When he looked at you, it wasn’t you that stared back, he only saw Captain Rogers. His breaths came out hurried and short. 

“Look, I’m sorry if I’m pushing you to do something you don’t want to do, but going outside your comfort zone is good sometimes, okay?” You reached out once again and firmly held his hand in yours. 

           The brush of skin on skin made him nauseous. Your grip was suffocating. He felt like he was drowning. The room felt stuffy, his breaths came shorter and shorter. His eyes wildly gazed around your face, begging to see you and not Captain Rogers. But he only saw the old man’s yellowed grin staring back at him, his lips spewing your words. The anger was back, a simmering pot of rage. 

“Don’t touch me.” He said softly. 

“What?” You tilted your head, trying to understand what was happening. 

“I said don’t touch me!” He ripped his hand away and stood, staggering back a couple of steps. “You don’t know anything about me!” He barked. 

          His hands trembled and he held his stomach, trying to hold onto its contents. The ghost touches were still there, making him bend over as he tried his best to keep down his lunch. 

“Get out!” He shouted. Then his voice went quiet as he trembled. “Just get out.” 

         He pointed weakly towards the door and you simply nodded and left, as much as you wanted to help him. 

         He crumpled to the floor, taking in deep breaths as he ran his hands over his arms. I am in control. I am in control now. It was a soft chant in his head as he sat in his little office; his cage. 

             You couldn’t sleep. The memory of Jungkook tainted your mind. Your heart had been racing since you left his office. He hadn’t arrived for dinner, but Jin delivered it to his office. He didn’t say his usual goodnights to the rest of the crew and so the day ended bitterly. Everyone knew something was wrong with the captain and you didn’t want to pry, but you knew it had something to do with what happened today. 

              The utter terror he had stared at you with had made your heart drop instantly. The way he flinched when you touched him sent you tumbling into a spiral of self doubt. What mattered was no longer how he made you feel, but how you had made him feel. Was he okay? Did he eat his dinner?

               You took a deep breath. With both Eun-kyung and Jungkook haunting your sleep, you could no longer rest. You stood and made your way out to the main deck. There was no wind tonight. The air was still and the ocean eerily calm. The stars twinkled brightly like a blanket of holes in the dark night. The moon was a perfect circle, providing ample light. You leaned against the side. The waves lapped playfully against the wood of the ship. There was a gentle breeze that blew through your hair every so often. 

              Your nightgown wasn’t the warmest thing to wear, but you didn’t plan on being out for long. It was so quiet your ears rang. There wasn’t a single soul for miles and miles. The peace was nice. 

“Can’t sleep?’ The familiar rumble of the captain’s voice met you in the silence. \

              His soft steps made their way to stand beside you. He leaned against the railing. Your heart thumped. You shook your head in response to his question. Jungkook let out a soft sigh. 

“Yeah, me neither.” He agreed, eyes trained on the dark sea below. 

              You shifted awkwardly, making sure to keep your distance. You turned to him, admiring the way the shadows fell on his face in the moonlight. 

“Look, I’m sorry about earlier, I didn’t know what was happening and I pushed you. It was wrong. I’m really really sorry.” You said earnestly, hands clenched. He inhaled sharply, shutting his eyes and nodding. 

“I know. It wasn’t your fault. You couldn’t have known. I’m not a very open person.” He confessed. “It was just...something that happened in the past.” 

          You didn’t want to pry so you nodded and left it at that. He scooted closer to you. You took a step back. He snorted. 

“I’m not fragile. I just had a moment there.” The captain said, but his tone was a little saddened. 

            You fell silent. He shifted toward you and you didn’t move a muscle. 

“Y/N?” 

“Hm?” Your hair was ruffled by the wind again. He was mesmerized by your beauty. Pros and cons be damned. 

“You make me feel...things I didn’t think were possible.” He admitted. “I think I like you...a lot, but I was never taught love or really kindness at all growing up. So I would probably never be able to love you the way you want because I just don’t know how but-”

“Wait, you...like me?” You froze, eyes widening at the captain. 

          He looked more like a stuttering school boy, clearly having never matured much in the love department. You let a smile break out on your face at his almost nonexistent nod. You resisted the urge to grab his hands. 

“Good, because I like you too.” You confessed, your face heating up. He grinned, then tentatively reached for your hands. 

“I want to learn. I want to try, but you’ll have to be patient with me, Y/N.” He explained cautiously.

          Then he carefully took your hands in his, ignoring the way his skin crawled at the contact. Your wrists. Wrists that had never had a bruise on them. His wrists. Wrists that were a permanent shade of purple and blue. He could try. For you he could try. 

           You returned to your room that night, your heart thumping wildly. The simplest of touches, holding hands, had sent your heart soaring. Your mind was running wild with the picture. That night, you dug the gold wedding ring out of your bag. You held it up to the moonlight, watching it shine and glint of the metal. Then you unlatched the cabin window, letting the cool air infiltrate your room. 

           You stuck your hand out and let go, watching as the golden ring that acted as your chain went tumbling all the way down into the water. It’s impact was a mere ripple in the dark waters. 

            It had been months since you set foot on land. You hadn’t missed it, not really. The swaying of the ship you had become accustomed to and as long as you had your crew, you were happy anywhere. 

          The dashing captain set foot next to you and you released a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Being off the ship gave you a sense of dread. The shackles of social norms and manners were shackles to weigh on you. 

“Hey, you’ll be okay.” Jungkook said calmly and you took that as a sign you should move. The other members accompanying you were Yoongi and Jin. 

           You were paranoid and that was only made a little better by Jungkook being there. You browsed the shops, full well knowing Jungkook could buy the whole town with his money and still have enough left over to last a lifetime. You picked up a necklace, the silver chain was made of delicate links. There was a yellow amulet attached.

         Jungkook leaned over you, his skin still never touching yours. He had revealed very little about his past and even then it was rather cryptic. All you could do was assure him that whatever happened when he was growing up was wrong. From the scars on his back and arms, you could piece together a little bit of his story at least. And it wasn’t a story you wanted to read. 

           Jungkook fingered the jewel for a moment, turning it over in his hands. He then held it up to the sunlight and sucked in a breath. It’s genuine. He thought to himself. Then he handed it back over to you. 

“You should get it.” He said quietly, his breath hot against your ear. “It suits you.” 

             Heat crawled up your neck and he smirked as you paid for the necklace without a second thought. The feeling of being watched didn’t disappear as you continued shopping. 

“Y/N?” An all too familiar voice called. It caught you off guard, your breath hitching. 

             You had always thought Haneul had a similar voice to Eun-kyung. The resemblance was uncanny as your supposed fiance appeared. Jungkook immediately stood on guard, hand moving to his waistband where his gun was holstered. Haneul was not a bad guy. He was stuck in a similar predicament as you. 

“Y/N, I can’t believe it’s you.” The man breathed. “Everyone thinks you died!”

“Good!” You spat, standing firmly next to Jungkook. The crowd had yet to notice the scuffle breaking out. “So where’s your back up, huh?” 

“I don’t have any. I seriously didn’t expect you to be here.” Haneul held up his hands as a sign of mercy. 

          Jungkook didn’t loosen. It was like something bad always happened to you when you went on land. It was a little exhausting at this point. 

“Please, you and I both didn’t want this, but if I don’t bring you back and marry you, I’m going to be disowned. My parents can’t have a bachelor son who couldn’t even keep track of his fiance in their image.” 

           You almost felt bad for him. You had both been forced into the situation and while you fled and started a new life, he was forced to bear the brunt of your actions. And for that I’m sorry. You thought, but you didn’t have the decency to voice your thoughts. 

“There’s no way she’s going to marry you.” Jungkook’s eyes were wild. 

            He began playing the part of the maddened captain everyone saw him as. And you saw it too, just for a moment. Was there any way out of this predicament without violence? Surely Haneul would not let you simply walk away. He had been waiting a little over a year to find you and keep his head from being disowned. There was no way he was about to let you go. 

“If she doesn’t, It’ll cause a massive uproar in the houses!”

“Good.” Jungkook spat. 

            You knew how chaotic that would be. While you were technically a pirate who cause chaos all the time, you were not a crew who did so ‘just because’. This just didn’t have a good reason. Besides, the noble houses were still a part of the hierarchy of society. What would happen if they were thrown into such unrest? 

“You still have a search warrant out for you, Y/N. The prices have been upping since your departure.” Haneul spoke. You frowned in response. “It’s at 500,000 gold shillings. That’s enough to last a man most of his lifetime in comfort.” 

“Yes, I know how many shillings that is.” You said bitterly. 

            You thought over your options. Running was out of the question. There were two of you and one of him. Your disadvantage would be running through the crowd and Haneul was always a fast runner. The second option was to stay and talk to him, but that gave him ample time to call for backup. The third option...was not one that would please Jungkook, but it was also the best way to get Haneul to stand down. 

What can ya say? If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em. 

         Jungkook was reaching his breaking point. Your lightest touches were reversing years of mental and physical torture. While he’d never be whole ever again, you filled the space well enough. You were humming softly to yourself, a tune only you knew, as you filled in the key for the newest map. 

          “Y/N?” He called, watching you look up. Your eyes were curious as you stared at him. He felt his breath hitch at the way your hair fell perfectly around your face. 

           “What is it, Jungkook?” You asked. 

           “Thank you.” He said. 

           You tilted your head, eyebrows knitting together in the cutest expression. You set your pen down and reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind his ear. You made sure not to brush your hand against his cheek. 

            “For what?” 

            “Everything.” He said vaguely, years of practiced poise coming in between him speaking earnestly with you. 

             “Are you alright?” You stared intently into his eyes. You placed your hand on his forehead without thinking to check his temperature. Yet, his skin didn’t crawl at your contact. His forehead was warm, but normal, which meant he wasn’t sick. 

              Jungkook had a dam. It was a high wall and it built itself higher every time he held back his emotions. Behind was a swirling tide of tears and pain waiting to be released. The waters swelled once more. He bit his lip and started building the wall higher. His doe eyes widened as he tried to keep the tears at bay. When he looked into your eyes, you seemed to genuinely wonder if he was okay. When was he ever okay? 

             He inhaled shakily. 

            “Do you really want to know?” 

             “Yes.” You said without hesitation, shoving the papers in front of you to the side. The ink rolled onto the floor. He laced his fingers together, knees bouncing as he pondered what to say. 

              “Okay.” He released a breath. “I need to start at the beginning.” 

-

               When his story was told through and through, no detail spared no matter how gruesome, he finally met your gaze. In your eyes were...tears. You looked devastated and as much as you wanted to reach out and hold him, you knew how much he disliked skin on skin. 

                “What they did to you was wrong, Jungkook.” You said firmly, though your voice shook at the very last word. He closed his eyes, leaning back in his chair. 

               “I’ve been trying to convince myself of that since I was 18. But it’s easier said than done.” He felt the dam breaking. The wall was old, cracks letting out small streams of water. 

              “We can help you. We’ll be with you every step of the way.” You cleared your throat. “I will be with you every step of the way.” 

             The captain felt like a small child under your warm gaze. He was once again a vulnerable boy, one who couldn’t understand the evils befalling him. He threw his hands over his face, scooting his chair back and curling over in his lap. His head hit his thighs to avoid your eyes. The dam broke. 

          Haneul was tired. Tired and angry. A year of berating, pitied looks, and whispers behind his back had let the rage build up. He let it brew, blaming it all on you. You were the reason he was being disowned. You were selfish. You put him through this. Yet, he sat next to you, a bowl of soup in front of him and an anxious crew watching. 

           He carefully picked it up, examining the contents. Broth. Carrots. What else was in there? It couldn’t be too bad. You watched him with a smile, knowing he was probably going through the same thought process as you had.

“And there’s nothing else in this?” He said skeptically. 

“Just carrots and soup!” Jin defended. You snickered behind your hand. Jin turned and slapped your arm. “It is!” 

“If that’s just carrots and soup, then I’m just a brain on wheels.” You chuckled. 

“Seriously!” Jin shouted. Haneul sighed and took a sip. 

           He swallowed. The crew held their breaths. Then he went and took another bite. You gaped. 

“Oh it’s not too bad, Jin!” Haneul smiled, but his ears were growing red. “It had a little, achem, kick.” 

Jin puffed out his chest and crossed his arms. “See! You all underestimate me. Or maybe…”

“Don’t say it.” Yoongi groaned. 

“I’m just saying you might just be wusses and Haneul here can actually stomach it because he has the balls.” Jin clapped the young man on his back. 

The captain sputtered at that. “Excuse me?” 

“You heard me.” The older man pointed at the captain. “You don’t have the balls to drink the soup, all of you. You just complain.” 

“I bet I can drink more than you!” Taehyung pointed at Yoongi. The pale man’s face dropped, his expression of neutral impassivity. 

“You’re going to lose that bet.” 

         Haneul watched the crew, still trying to get out of his habits as a nobleman. He needed to blend in, get you to trust him. He cleared his throat, which was still burning. 

“I’m going to get a bit of fresh air.” He declared, his body still sore from spending a night in the jail. You nodded at him and he hated the happy look on your face. 

           Why did you get to be happy when he was miserable? Weren’t you the one who ran away from the problem? He glanced at your ring finger, but there was no glint of gold. The captain had several rings and earrings, but nothing on his ring finger. You and the captain were speaking quietly to each other. Haneul saw the captain smile when he spoke with you. 

          He dropped the message off the ship and prayed the tide would take it where it needed to go. Then he breathed in the sea air. He hated the ocean, always preferred land. He heard footsteps and knew it was you. You stood there, observing him for a moment. 

“What are you doing?” 

“Missing home.” 

            You narrowed your eyes. He had yet to walk the plank, he wasn’t a true crew member yet and you were allowed your reservations. You remembered Jungkook’s words. We all hold a deep love for the sea. Yet, here Haneul was moaning about home. It only helped to set in more of your suspicions. 

“I get that.” You said quietly. You took a place next to him. 

“I don’t understand the universe, Y/N.” He started slowly. You faced him, confusion written on your face, but he didn’t turn to face you. “You’re so happy, so free. You get to do the things you’ve always wanted to do while I’m still constrained.” 

“I followed what I wanted to do. If you don’t want to live a life at sea, then we should drop you off at the nearest village and you can be on your way.” You said softly. 

“You don’t understand! Y/N! You ran away from your problems! Why do I have to be punished for your mistakes?” He trembled with rage, the powerful emotion pulling at him from all edges and bursting at the seams. 

“I’m sorry, Haneul.” you said, seeing how he truly felt. The anger that was dripping off of him like honey had a bittersweet taste. “I’m doing what I love and you should too.”

“I can’t be a nobleman if I’m disowned. There’s not a suitable girl within the houses for another five years.” He bit his lip and looked to the night sky. “Which is why I need to bring you back.” 

          You took a step away from him, itching to go back below deck. 

“You can’t be serious, Haneul?”

“You had your little adventure, you got to be a pirate, yay. Now let’s go back and maybe we can salvage your reputation.” 

“Reputation?” You sputtered. “This has nothing to do with that. I’m never going to go back with you.” You said furiously. “We’ll be dropping you off at the nearest village first thing.”

        He turned to look at you finally. A haunting look was in his eyes. 

“And how far away is the nearest village?”

“A day and night away.” 

“And you really think our parents wouldn’t have sent a ship with both of us missing?” He chuckled darkly. You backed away. 

“What did you do? Haneul what did you do?” You screeched, racing away as he laughed. You flung open the door to the lower deck where the crew was still eating happily. 

           They all stopped talking, taking in your ragged form. Immediately, Jungkook stood and went to you. He didn’t touch you, but he had concern written on his face. His gaze was steely, but you didn’t cower. 

“What’s wrong, love?” He asked, his voice hoarse. 

“Where’s Haneul?” Jimin piped up. 

“He tricked us.” You took a deep breath and met your lover’s gaze. “Haneul tricked us.” 

         Taehyung yawned, his guns resting on his lap. The ghost of Sam hovered nearby. 

“You should get some sleep.” He chided. 

“I know, Sam.” Taehyung grumbled. “But I have night watch and I won’t let my crew down.” 

“Will a ship really attack? I think Haneul may have been bluffing.” Taehyung could almost feel his breath. The gunner shook his head. 

“No can do.” He replied, fiddling with his guns. 

“Then let me rest, Tae, so I don’t have to watch you do this to yourself.” The ghost pleaded. Taehyung smiled a little.

“Nope. You’re staying right here, Sam.” He murmured. The man watched the horizon. No one was in sight for miles. Maybe he would just shut his eyes for one minute. 

        One minute too late. 

        The sound of hushed voices woke him up. He knew those voices were not his crew’s. Then his eyes traveled to the brooding black ship sidled up next to them. Taehyung flung himself up, lurching towards his guns. Sam was gone. How many crews were going to be slaughtered on his watch? His heart quickened. Taehyung didn’t have time to feel the guilt of this information, he needed to act. 

          The gunner opened the door to the lower deck and quietly shut it behind him. Then he raced to the captain’s office. 

“Come in.”

“Captain, they’re here. They’re on the upper decks, we need to attack while we still can.” Taehyung said breathlessly. Jungkook’s eyes widened. 

“How did they board? Nevermind, what matters is that they’re on the ship already.” He stood and opened his drawer that had a gun in it. Then he flung open his office door. “Gather the men. We’re going to battle.” 

-

          BTS had never really been in a battle. They often had the upper hand in a situation and crews went down without a fight. But it was at this moment that you remembered that everyone in the crew could hold their own.

          Yoongi held a harpoon and he was tangoing with an invader. Their figures were mere shadows in the moonlight. You had taken a knife from the kitchen, but you didn’t want to attack in case they were your men. The only sounds were the rhythmic pounding of the sea and the grunts of the men wrestling on the deck. 

           There were a few cracks of light as gunpowder fizzed in the air and stung your nose. It was like an awful hellscape. You stepped in a liquid and prayed it was water and not a puddle of blood. Lifting up your foot to examine, your fears were confirmed. 

            You sidestepped a body that was flung off the side. You knew the man to be an enemy because Jin’s face lit up in the moonlight in front of you. He was breathing heavily, a dried streak of rusty blood down his face. 

“Y/N, get the rowboat ready. We need to leave, they’ve brought too many men and we’re only seven.” He shouted over the commotion. 

         The crack and pop of several guns went off at once, lighting the sky up with gray smoke. 

            Hoseok ran over, looking a little worse for wear. He had a bruise forming on his cheek and a painful gash on his arm. 

“We’ve got to go, now.” He grasped your arm, trying to pull you away.

            His face was serious, angry, pained. All emotions you never expected to attribute to the man. Jungkook. You turned to watch the figures. You recognized Jimin’s blonde hair. 

“Jimin!” You shouted as an enemy approached him with a knife.

          Jimin turned, the sweet boy looking at you with wide eyes. The cabin boy was never meant for battle. 

            A guttural scream of rage came from the side and the hiss of a gun going off lit up the deck. Taehyung’s face was illuminated, thoroughly pissed. He refused to hesitate again. He wouldn’t let another crew member die on his watch. He shot at the would be attacker, but you assumed it must have been adrenaline making his hand shaky. 

           He missed. In all your time on the ship, Kim Taehyung had never missed a shot. Everything was working against you. Taehyung jumped in front of Jimin, resulting in him getting punched in the nose, blood instantly spurting.

            You tore your grasp away from Hoseok. 

“Y/N, stop!”

“Hobi! The crew needs me!” You shouted, racing towards Jimin. 

        You pulled Taehyung up and grabbed Jimin’s arm as Jungkook shot the enemy dead. 

“Tae, get up, Jimin, help him.” You wrapped a dazed Taehyung’s arm around Jimin’s shoulder. 

          The cabin boy nodded at you and you could see the steel behind his eyes. The timid boy was anything but timid. Jungkook ran towards you. 

“Y/N, you need to get off the ship. The others are already going to the rowboat.” He said, his voice hurried and his eyes wide. 

         Your eyes trailed to six familiar shapes climbing into the rowboat. 

“But someone needs to stay behind to release it.” You said quietly. Jungkook nodded.

“I know.” 

“You can’t really be suggesting yourself, you self-sacrificing bastard?!” You shouted, feeling tears pricking at your eyes. His face was sculpted perfectly in the moonlight, a white spotlight beaming down just for him. 

“Please, Y/N, I don’t have any other choice. A captain always goes down with the ship.” 

“No.” You stood firmly, tired of being pushed around finally. You inhaled sharply. “I have nothing to return to. I won’t let you do this alone.” 

“Y/N…I love you” He sighed and then, out of character, he drew you into a hug. Your breath hitched. His skin didn’t crawl at the touch. “Please don’t do this.” He whispered.

“I love you too, Jungkook, but-” You started, rubbing his back. You looked over his shoulder. “Jungkook!” You screeched. The man tensed in your hold, turning around just in time to see the figure coming towards him. 

         Everything slowed. 

         The captain pushed you away, and faced the man. There was this terrible high pitched noise in the background. The last enemy had found you and you recognized him. Myung-suk. And there were more coming. The glint of steel meeting flesh flashed in your eyes. You reached out for him, your lover. His face went pale. 

        His inky black hair glistened in the moonlight. His blood stained the floorboards and there was still the screeching sound. You met his eyes one last time. His lips mouthed ‘it’s okay’.The man threw the captain’s lifeless body off the side of the ship. The screeching sound, you’d come to realize, were your own screams. His body was nothing more than a ripple in the sea. 

        The world went back into motion. You immediately kicked the young soldier in the chest, effectively winding him like you’d seen Namjoon do once or twice. Then you took a big fistful of his shirt and pushed him off the side of the ship, not hearing his cries over your own. You whispered a prayer for Jungkook and cursed Myung-suk.

            May Jungkook become one with the sea and may Poseidon have no mercy on the man with the bloodied knife. Your hands shook, pain overtaking your mind. You didn’t have time to sob. The ship was headed towards the rocks. The crew was still in the rowboat, waiting for someone to release them.

            Mourning would get you nowhere. Despite the aching cavity in your chest, your crew needed you. He would have wanted that. So you refused the urge to dive right into the sea after him. You just wanted to be one with the sea, to let it wash over your wounds. Instead, you ran down the decks you had spent the last year of your life on. The ghostly memories of your crewmates flooded back to you. 

            You saw Namjoon first, his memory turning to look at you. 

Ah, you’re the new crew member, I see? Welcome to the family. 

             You swiped at your eyes. Yoongi’s ghostly form stood, his harpoon in hand, the memory reminding you of sunny days.

Y/N, stop looking at me like that. If you want to know how to fish, I’ll show you. Here, c’mere. 

               You let another teardrop fall. The wheel sat empty as you passed it. Hoseok’s memory stood there, turning the ship, whispering with Jimin.

Y/N! Want to dance? 

             Jimin smiled, his eyes crinkling wonderfully. 

Y/N, I’m sorry for sleeping on the job last night. Thanks for covering for me!

              His chuckle was beautiful. Seokjin had his hands on his hips.

I didn’t put anything in that soup, you wusses. He argued. 

            Taehyung leaned his head on the side of the ship. 

It’s nothing, just a nightmare.  

             You tried to breathe, but the worst memory was next. 

             The sky seemed to clear as you went through it once more. A well built man stood on the end of the ship. The night of gunpowder fell away. His hair ruffled in the wind. He turned to you, a smile on his face, doe eyes crinkling in delight. Jungkook held out his hand, his captain attire as crisp as ever.

 Are you ready, little miss? 

               And you almost took his hand. 

              You tore your eyes away, turning to where the crew now rested. Six in the boat, one at the bottom of the sea, one staying on the ship. You started lowering the ropes, ignoring the shouts of the crew. You felt a ghostly presence and you just knew it was him. Jungkook placed a hand on your back, guiding you through the motions. 

“Sh, it’s going to be alright. Stop shaking, love. You’re doing so well.” He whispered words of praise. 

“Y/N, stop, just climb aboard.” Namjoon’s words suddenly hit you. You stared incredulously at the man. 

“So we can all die?” You shouted. Tears traced their way down your cheeks. “Namjoon, do you trust me?”

         The man looked unsure, a pain behind his eyes. He looked down at the sea, his eyes drifting to the place his oldest friend perished. He looked devastated. And he was. His heart was breaking open for the young boy who deserved better, the boy who despite all odds, worked to make a name for himself. But above all, he was glad that his body was resting in the waves of the place he loved the most; The sea. He couldn’t mourn, he had to do his job as a first mate. He had to become the leader the crew needed. He couldn’t hesitate and let them all perish. You weren’t budging either. 

          Did he trust you? 

          “Yes.” He responded softly. You nodded and let the ropes fall, placing the boat gently into the water. 

              You couldn’t stop the tremble of your hands. All you wanted to do was cry, fall to the floor and let the sobs overtake your body. The boat drifted into the ocean and the rope fell away. The other ship blasted a hole into the side of BTS. You tumbled to the ground, sobs finally wracking your body. You watched the rowboat headed toward the shore. 

“Get up.” Jungkook urged. “Y/N, get up.” His voice was firm, his ghost as clear as day. 

“Jungkook, I-”

“You shouldn’t have, love. I should’ve been there.” He whispered. “You should find another way out. Don’t sacrifice yourself for a foolish captain like me.” You could almost hear his sheepish smile.  

             You stood, placing your hands on the side of the ship and watching the water come closer. You sniffled, letting your stomach drop as the ship sunk farther. Your eyes were glossy with tears, your heart shattered, so with all the courage left in your body, you turned to face his ghost. You hair flew in the breeze and the moment was of peaceful contrast to moments before. 

“No, I’m going down with the ship.” 

               You were falling. The world seemed to slow, going still as if you had halted in mid air. The waves welcomed you home, embracing you to your bones. Taehyung’s smile, Jin’s laugh, Yoongi’s quiet nods, Hoseok’s dancing, Jimin’s eyes, Namjoon’s voice, Jungkook’s face.

           They held you close, but Jungkook’s ghost held you the tightest as the rest faded away. When you looked up, there was no shadowy figure diving in to save you. It was just dark, the light of the sinking BTS illuminating the water. 

            The ghost of his lips hovered over yours as the sky sank farther out of reach. Your lungs filled with water, body finally being overtaken with the sea. Black ink fell across your vision as Jungkook’s ghost whispered words of praise. A bittersweet ending to the ship of the Bulletproof Boy Scouts. 

             You glimpsed his face, his ethereal body hovering above you, now one with the ocean. The crew had always been a mess, a tragically beautiful mess, but him, most of all.  

Sea and the rock below Cocked to the undertow Bones, blood and teeth erode With every crashing node

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