#why did i not color the shirt omg red or the beautiful black and gold jersey wouldve popped here im so stupid

[jrueships]

Do you have any ocs? You play 2k?

i did play 2k!!!! i mean.. i play 2k13 2k bcs it has pg and it's offline bcs im unwell and love the dying out practice of inviting ppl over to play games still but 😭 it still counts, right?? anyhow! im not a big oc guy, like i don't have a lot of them or my own universe of them, but im also not a self insert kinda guy (no shade to anyone who is any of this, i think it's all rlly cool and wish i had to creativity to do so as well!) so i kinda just made this dude

his first name is THE and his last name is SHRIMP, and he's like 5'3 . He's number 11 on the raptors and i made him solely to cause a rift in kyle/demar for ship drama (it's ok tho bcs he only makes kyle/demar stronger by being an evil division) (plus his girlfriend is denver levins so he rlly just kinda tried breaking kyle/demar up as a social experiment or smthing idk he's insane)

[marveloussupernerd]

Omg! Jumin with 6 and 20 for the Christmas list pleeeeeaseeee? Thx!

Omg YES I’ve been so excited to write this

Jumin Claus - Jumin Han

This is from my Christmas / winter prompts list !

Prompts:

6. Don’t go work. Stay home and cuddle with me instead

20. You want me to dress up as... Santa? For the kids? Me?

Summary: another year, another RFA Charity Fundraiser. You and your husband are determined to make it great, no matter what it takes

It was disgustingly early. You and Jumin had stayed late setting up the stage last night for the fundraiser party. You hadn’t gotten home until midnight, and even then you still had to warm up, shower, get ready for bed... you hadn’t even gotten 5 hours of sleep.

Yet there he was, getting out of bed, stretching, running a hand through his hair. “Jumin,” you whined, pulling the blankets up further on you, “come back.”

He sat down on the edge of the bed, a hand reaching over to stroke your hair. “Merry Christmas.” His voice was deep and groggy.

“Jumin, it’s 5:30.”

He sighed. “I know. I have a few things I want to do at the office before the party.”

“Noooo.” You pulled him closer to you, causing him to fall back into the bed. You laid on top of him, successfully pinning him down. “Don’t go work. Stay home and cuddle with me instead.”

He surrendered to you, wrapping his arms around you to hold you close. “Okay... but I might have to stay late tomorrow.”

“Worth it.” You pressed a kiss to his lips. “I want to spend all of Christmas with you.”

“You’re adorable, my wife.” It made you giddy to hear him call you that. “What time do we have to leave for the fundraiser?”

You yawned. “Not yet. We can leave at 9 or so.”

“Can we go back to sleep then?”

You nuzzled your nose into his neck, inhaling his scent. He smelled like lavender, likely from the bath he ran last night, and drier sheets. It was so comforting. You couldn’t help but shut your eyes. “Mhm,” you murmured. “G’night.”

He kissed the top of your head, getting comfy again. “Good night Love.”

This time you were the first to wake up. Oops. It was 8:40. So much for leaving at 9. You were confident the others would be able to keep the event running smoothly if you were a few minutes late.

Jumin looked so handsome sleeping. His eyelashes were so long, his lips so smooth, his hair was hanging in front of half his face. Most importantly, he was smiling. You couldn’t stop your heart from skipping a beat. You wanted to let him sleep even longer.

But you didn’t want to force more work on Jaehee.

You reached up to press a kiss to his jawline. “Jumin,” you whispered.

His eyebrows furrowed, a crease forming on his forehead. You traced it with your fingertips. You pulled yourself up a little higher, leaning over to whisper in his ear: “We’re gonna be late.”

He laughed, his chest shaking with each chuckle. “Ah well. This is why we pay people.” He shifted his hand on your waist to the back of your neck. “The roles have reversed. Now I’m asking you to stay in bed.”

You sat up from your position, a sly smile on your face. “This time I have to decline, unfortunately.” You bounded off his lap. “You said you got a new Christmas dress for me?”

He sat up in bed, leaning back on his elbows, watching you make your way to the closet. “I did. It’s hanging up.”

It caught your eyes immediately. It was a beautiful, long-sleeved burgundy velvet dress. The sleeves were covered in lace, the skirt fell to the floor. It was beautiful, and felt pretty warm too.

“Jumin!” You bounded over to him, leaping onto the bed to tackle him into a hug. He used the momentum to roll over on top of you, pinning you down on the bed. “I love it.”

“That’s amazing. I’m so glad you like it. You’re going to look so beautiful.” He leaned down to press an open-mouthed kiss to your neck, causing you to shiver at his touch. You pushed him off you playfully, getting back up.

“What do you want for breakfast? I told the chef to take off today so it’s whatever I can make,” you asked, making your way back to the closer to pick out some shoes.

“We can just have toast. We’ll eat more during the event.” You heard rustling. He was finally getting up.

He wrapped his arms around you, resting his head on your shoulder. “You want tea too?” You asked. He grunted in approval. It made you laugh. You started moving further into the closet, dragging him along behind you. “What color suit are you wearing?”

“Black. Thought I’d keep it simple.” One hand left your waist to pull out the suit, a pinstriped shirt joining, of course.

Jumin liked it when you picked out his ties. Your fingers slowly went through the ties, feeling the textures and looking at the colors, trying to decide which would best fit. Luckily he had a burgundy one to match your dress pretty well. You pulled it out and held it up to him. “Like it?”

“Love it.” He took the tie from your hands. “No denying we’re a couple.”

“Our wedding was trademarked as ‘the wedding of the century.’” You giggled. “There’s no denying we’re a couple to begin with.”

“Well, yknow.” Jumin uttered out, a bright red on his face. “I just like being seen with you.”

You kissed his cheek. “I’m gonna make us food.”

“Please do.”

As you put the toast in, you thought about how you were going to do your hair and makeup. In actuality you didn’t have much time to get ready. Maybe you should have skipped breakfast altogether. It made you nauseous thinking about how quickly you had to get ready. You should’ve hired someone to do your hair.

Still, you tried to push those thoughts out of your mind and focused on not burning the toast and prepping the tea correctly. Once it was all done you called Jumin in.

He was all dressed up already. Everything perfectly In place besides his hair, which still needed gelled slightly to stay in place. “Wow. You look handsome.”

He smiled, taking long calculated strides to you, pulling you in for a longer kiss. “Thank you. I still need to do my hair though.”

“You’re telling me,” you snorted. “Me too.” You rushed off to the bathroom, plugging in your curling iron. You were kind of lousy at doing this, but you could do it if you believed in yourself enough! Maybe.

He must have noticed you were gone. You could hear his footsteps approaching, and then there he was, setting the two plates on the counter in the bathroom. “You know we’re allowed to be late.”

You pulled makeup out of the drawers. “I know. But I feel bad.” You threw some brown eyeshadow in your crease. Jumin held some toast to your mouth. You took a bite. This was how things were going apparently.

You packed a sparkly gold on your eyelid. Jumin grabbed the curling iron, spinning it around in his hands a few times. “May I?”

“I don’t know how well it’ll go but... I guess,” you shrugged, focusing hard on making a smooth line with your eyeliner. You grabbed your phone to call Jaehee, putting it on speaker.

“Hello?”

“Hi Jaehee! We’re running a little late because someone didn’t want to get up,” you explained, giggling at the pouty face your husband was giving you.

“That’s okay. Things are slow at the moment so it’s not too-“

“Ow! Jumin!” He had pulled your hair with the iron. He mumbled his apologies, kissing your cheek.

“Are you two okay?”

“I’m doing her hair. It’s going very well,” Jumin explained. As if.

“Something like that. But I’m getting ready as quickly as I can. We’ll be there soon.”

“Please do...” Jaehee trailed off. “I think we have a problem. We may need your help.”

“Oh! Okay! I’ll hurry. See you soon.” You hung up the phone. “We need to hurry.”

“I’ve done one strand.”

“Uhhhh,” you looked at your reflection. “Great. Perfect. We’ll put the rest up.” You reached for a hair tie, situating the hair into a bun on the top of your head, pulling a few strands loose, including the one Jumin had curled. You threw on a dark lipstick matching your dress. Did you have time to do your foundation? Heck no. You powdered your face. That would have to be good enough.

“Will you get the shoes I set out, Honey?” You called, grabbing your dress and all the appropriate undergarments, pulling them on quickly.

“It’d be my honor.” Jumin knelt down, lifting your dress slightly and helping you step into each heel, securing it in place with the strap. He kissed your ankle. “You look magnificent.”

“I’m glad. We need to go.”

Jumin held your hand as you left the penthouse, taking two security guards with you. Fortunately Driver Kim was already waiting for you. You all clambered into the car, you sitting close to your husband so that you could tie his tie. It was a thing. He liked when you did he for him. Once you were satisfied with how it sat, you kissed his cheek, burgundy lipstick staining the side of his face.

“I should have checked to see if it transferred.” You licked your thumb, wiping it off. “Sorry bout that.”

He grinned, grabbing your hand. He looked out the window as you passed by the event to park. “Looks pretty nice.”

“We did a good job. I hope nothing too bad is wrong.” The second you parked, you got out of the car, rushing towards the stage of the event where Jaehee was stationed. Jumin followed behind, but struggled to keep up with your speed walk.

“Jaehee! What can I help with?”

“Same as last time,” she sighed. “Our Santa cancelled last minute. Again.”

“No way! But we’re supposed to have a lot of kids here this time.” You had advertised that this was family friendly, with Santa and reindeer and crafts. So this was kind of a big deal. “Is Seven not coming?”

“No. Still on security.”

You glanced at your husband, catching up to you, sighing completely out of breath. A small smile formed on your face. “I’ll see what I can do,” you told Jaehee.

“Is everything alright Assistant Kang?” Jumin asked, regaining his composure.

You reached over and grabbed his arm, pulling him with you. “Let’s take a walk.” He followed you along.

“Why do I have a bad feeling about this?” He asked. The chance of him saying yes would have been zero, but... maybe there was a shot if his wife asked him? You were in a tough spot.

“Our Santa cancelled,” you stated simply.

“For real!? We promised the kids he’d be here.” Jumin ran a hand through his hair frustratedly. He bit his lip anxiously. “Wait...” it seemed he was connecting the dots.

“Will you maybe do it?”

“You want me to dress up as... Santa? For the kids? Me? Are you kidding?” He halted the walk, pausing to stare at you. “I...”

“Please Jumin. You’d do great. And we need someone to do it.” You let go of his hands, clasping yours together. “Don’t make me beg,” you pouted.

He sighed. “What’s in it for me?”

“You’d make your wife happy.”

“Well I thought I already did that.”

You groaned, frustrated. “Fine. I’ll make it up to you.” He raised an eyebrow. “We can discuss the terms later.”

“Fine. But only if you’ll come tell Santa what you want for Christmas,” he winked.

You literally facepalmed. “Okay! But you can’t be inappropriate.”

He kissed your cheek. “Okay. Help me get all Santa’d up?”

You grinned, grabbing his arm and leading him to the back where the Santa costume was. You untied his tie, taking your time undoing each button, folding each layer of clothes as he took them off.

“You are so lucky to have me,” Jumin commented. You could see a bright smile on his face. You pulled out the iconic red coat, helping him put it on. He was unhappy with having to wear a fake beard and hair, but he got over it quickly.

He wasn’t Santa. But he was good enough.

“Do I have to do a voice? What do I do?” He was nervous. You could tell by the way he was wringing his hands.

“Just ask what they want for Christmas. You’re a nice old man. It’s easy.” You tackled him in a hug. “I love you so much. I’m gonna leave first and then you leave a few minutes after so nobody suspects a thing.

The kids seemed to like him. He was shocked when the first one clambered onto his lap, but he got used to it quickly, smiling wide at each child, listening to what they got for Christmas and what they wanted next year, taking note of it, asking more questions. You want a skateboard? What color?

He even answered the ridiculous questions the kids had. How he got to the event. How he covered all the houses in the world. Who was naughty and who was nice. How the reindeer fly. It was adorable.

About halfway through you took him aside for a hot chocolate and cookie break. That didn’t stop kids from coming up and giving him hugs, thanking him for the presents. He got down on his knees to speak with them every time. He stayed in character the entire time, even when you thought you were safe. He was not ruining any magic.

Finally the night was coming to a close, the line slowed down. You made your way to the back of the line, waiting patiently for your turn to see Santa. Finally the time came. You carefully sat on his lap, there was no way to make this look appropriate dear lord, balancing your rear end in the air and only letting your thighs touch his leg. Legs closed tight, hands folded on your lap. Please nobody take a picture of this.

“Now I’ve heard you haven’t gotten your Christmas present yet,” Santa began. “What is it that you want?”

You giggled. “Honestly, with all the commotion I forgot all about presents. Uhm... I don’t know what I want. To spend time with my husband I guess. He’s been hard at work and I haven’t seen him for a while.”

“That’s quite unfortunate. I bet he misses you too. I know I miss Mrs. Claus.” His voice was deep and cheery. It didn’t even sound like Jumin. You burst out laughing.

“What do you want for Christmas, Santa?” You asked, giggles still in your throat.

He stared at you, absolutely blank-faced. “Well... I’m Santa. I don’t get presents. I just give them.”

“Boring. I bet Mrs. Claus will get you something quite nice,” you winked at him.

“I hope you have a nice Christmas with your husband.”

“You too J- uh, Santa.” Your cheeks were red. You climbed off his lap and tried to ignore the fact that that was the strangest encounter of your life.

Finally the event came to a close. People started leaving. You helped Jumin get out of his Santa gear and into his normal clothes. He looked exhausted, but satisfied. You finally left backstage, hand-in-hand, husband and wife once more.

“There you are!” Zen approached the two of you. “Wow... I’ve gotta say, that was a great acting job up there.”

Jumin pulled on his collar, seemingly uncomfortable. “I’m not sure what you’re talking about.”

“Yeah... what?” You joined in.

Zen’s eyebrows raised in surprise. “Oh, I thought... I thought you were... nevermind. I don’t know why I thought you’d agree to something like that.”

The two of you laughed, making your way away from the party to a secluded spot, much like you had last Christmas.

“You were so great,” you complimented, holding his cheeks in your hands. “I appreciate your help more than you could know.”

“I actually had a lot of fun,” he confessed, his cheeks lighting up red. “And I decided what I want for Christmas. Or my birthday or something.”

“What is that?”

“A child of our own. Talking to all of them... I want to raise a child that’s just like you, maybe even like me. Raise them right. Let them be a kid, enjoy their childhood. No stress from the company. They’ll believe in Santa until they’re 12, at the very least.”

“Although I can’t just magically get pregnant, that does sound nice.” You smiled. He pulled you into a hug.

“Really! You really want that?” His voice was one of disbelief.

“Of course I want a family with you Jumin. Not just one kid, maybe two. Or three. I don’t know.”

“I-“ he pulled back to look at you. “I’m so happy.”

“Me too.” You pulled him in for a kiss. “Well... are you ready to go home?”

“I sure am,” he pulled you closer to him, closing all space between the two of you. “I’ve heard you have a few favors to repay me for.”

It was a restless night to say the least, but maybe Jumin’s wish came true as a result.

[hyuniins]

how to love your dragon.

part two.

omg people liked part one that makes me so happy!! i’m finally posting part two.. there’s so much to come we haven’t even hit the surface of this story yet.. i’m so excited to continue! i hope you enjoy! (づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ

part one - part two - part three

genre: skz’s hyunjin, royalty!au, dragonboy!au, fluff (female reader)

word count: 2.3k

you aimed your quest towards your kingdom’s market place. you threw your hood over your head in hopes of avoiding being recognized by the masses. hyunjin silently padded behind you. he was still naked and barefoot, while the silk sheet still wrapped around his figure, being held up by his fist bunching up the fabric together at the front.

hyunjin spoke up once the market place came into view. “why are we going towards all those humans-“

“hyunjin we have to get you-“

“is this a set up? are you turning me in?” he starts sputtering in panic, feet nailed to the ground, staring at you in disbelief.

you turned around, looking at him, not amused. “hyunjin, i can’t take you into the palace naked.”

he squinted his eyes. “what does that have to do with you handing me over to humans?”

“i’m just going to the market to buy you clothes.” you huffed.

“why?”

“because if you’re coming with me to the castle, you have to seem at least a little human. that means you can’t walk around naked with wings hanging off your back.”

hyunjin gagged at the thought.

you sighed, and walked over to where the tree line started before the market, gesturing to the bushes. “sit over here while i get you some clothes. i’ll be back in a minute.”

he sighed dramatically, taking a seat on the ground. you chuckled to yourself, amazed at how the big bad dragon could act so stubborn sometimes.

you looked around the plaza, looking at the colorful array of items and food that were brought by the many talented and hardworking commoners of your kingdom. the sight alone made you smile. you haven’t been out into the kingdom of levanter in so long, since your family always fears your safety, and keeps you caged in the palace. it was so refreshing to see the people you cared for in their everyday life.

you made your way to a small tent belonging to an elderly woman, whom offered you a sweet smile. you looked through the clothes she had to offer, trying to find the perfect selection for hyunjin. you knew he wouldn’t appreciate it, but for what it’s worth, you wanted to dress him up nicely. after all, he wasn’t an eyesore by any means.

you smiled at the woman as you made your purchase, giving her gold above her asking price, for how kind and helpful she was. she eyed the gold in her hand, as if she had never seen the real thing before. she looked back at you, stunned. you nodded your head slightly, and you pulled your hood a little lower.

“thank you, princess.” she said lowly, acknowledging your means of staying hidden.

you turned to her again, offering a bright smile, bringing a finger up to your lips.

“finally.” hyunjin grumbling upon seeing you emerge from the market.

“here.” you said, shoving the new garments into his chest. “change.”

he gave you a distasteful glare, looking between the garments and your strict gaze.

“if you get changed quick, i can give you these.” you say, opening a sack filled with fresh salmon.

his eyes lit up at the sight. hyunjin then sighed as he let the sheet fall past his shoulders a bit, giving you a view of the other silk wrapped around his abdomen, spotted with dried blood.

“hyunjin!” you shouted. “no! tree-behind- get- now!” you stuttered.

“i really don’t know what you want from me anymore.” he breathed.

“get dressed behind the tree, humans don’t just undress in the open like that!” you say.

hyunjin began making his way on the other side of the tree. “are humans that lustful that they can’t even restrict themselves upon seeing each other nude?” he tsked. “but we’re the beasts.”

you rolled your eyes before you turned around from the tree, offering him more privacy. “it’s not about lust, it’s about public decency. do dragons not wear clothes when they’re in human form?” you asked, as hyunjin began undressing behind the tree.

“of course we do, but we also don’t lose our minds when one of us undergoes a change and reappears nude.” he says simply.

he steps out from the tree, sporting his new white turtle neck shirt tucked into scruffy taupe pants, which were also tucked into his new dark leather boots.

“fish. now.” he said, cheeks blushing red as you looked as his new outfit.

“i would say would look really handsome, if you didn’t run your mouth so much.” you say, letting a blush also paint itself onto your cheeks.

“i said, fish.” hyunjin said, turning impossibly redder, hand extended now.

you giggled, as you held the bag out to him to grab a raw salmon. he was quick to take a big bite, sinking his fangs into the fish before ripping off a piece. his cheeks filled cutely as he chewed.

“surely you must get told that by the other dragon girls.” you giggled.

“told what.”

“that you’re handsome.” you clarify.

he eyes shot up to meet yours in shock, panic evident on his face.

you looked at him questionably, prompting an answer.

his chewing slowed before he swallowed. “no, not exactly.”

“you’re not serious.” you gasp.

he cocked his head at you. “but i am serious.”

you looked at him in disbelief. “hyunjin, you’re so beautiful it’s unreal. it’s literally unearthly, i’ve never seen a person like you before.” you spout, suddenly stopping as you realized how bad you already humiliated yourself.

he kept his eyes on the fish in his hand, unknowing how to react.

“thank you..” he said in a small voice.

you smiled at this, and he spoke up again after a moment of silence.

“you are too.” he said, so lightly you couldn’t even hear it over the loud thumping in your chest.

“hm?” you question.

“i mean, you’re not ugly, like the other humans.” he corrected, shifting his position on the ground, and reaching for another salmon.

you smiled at his bashful state. you liked this hyunjin a lot more.

“i’ll take that as a compliment.” you chuckled.

as the castle came into view, you were quick to pull hyunjin into nearby greenery, concealing yourselves from view.

“what was that for?” he grunted, after landing harshly on his bottom.

“we need a plan.” you state. “i can’t just bring a random person into the palace out of nowhere, especially because i was out in the woods without an escort.”

“sounds like a you problem.” he huffed.

“it will be a you problem when they wonder who you are, and find those wings on your back while they’re throwing you in the dungeon.” you replied.

he sighed. “how about, you tell them you got lost in the woods, and i brought you home. like a knight in shining armor.” he suggested, wiggling his eyebrows.

you smacked his shoulder and thought for a moment. “that could work, without the knight part. i can’t lie when i know you’re just a little lizard.”

“fine whatever let’s go.” hyunjin said rolling his eyes, standing up from the bushes and walking to the path that led to the castle.

the soldiers take notice of you along the path, eyes gazing between you and hyunjin as their grip tightens on the swords in their holsters.

“i’ve returned.” you say lightly, walking between the guards into the castle gates with hyunjin trailing behind, until one guard puts a hand in front of hyunjin, halting him.

you turn quickly to see hyunjin, staring at the mans arm, eyes widened. “civilians aren’t allowed into the kingdom without permission from the royal family.” the guard states.

you could see hyunjin’s eyes burning with anger, which was probably only noticed by you, as he tried to keep the rest of as body composed. he locked eyes with you, and then you could see the tension in his shoulders relax.

he knows i won’t let anyone hurt him here.

“as the princess, i request you let him through.” you say to the guard.

the guards don’t even flinch at your demand, arms still in hyunjin’s way.

hyunjin shot you a look of confusion.

you cleared your throat. “i said-“

“princess, you know we cannot listen to your orders, we can only heed the requests of the king himself or Prince Han.” the guards replied.

you scoffed at this, before you felt two arms wrap around your shoulders.

“welcome back princess, i was so worried.”

you turned around to see jisung, hugging you warmly, pulling away to reveal his eyes filled with concern. “why did you run off without a guard again?”

you turned back to hyunjin. “i got lost in the woods, and this man helped me and brought me back to the palace.” you said. “i wanted him to come have dinner with us as a thank you. can you please tell the guards to let him in?”

jisung’s gaze fell onto the boy. “if that’s what you’d like, princess. he helped you get home to me safely, so i don’t mind if he joins us.” jisung says with a smile.

the guards lowered their hands, and you saw hyunjin’s demeanor change in an instant. you saw his face contort to one of surprise, the skin between his eyes scrunching together at the sight of jisung. you took notice of this, and you were quick to grab hyunjin’s hand, ushering him him to trail behind you as you walked with jisung.

hyunjin felt a sharp pain through his chest as his hand held yours, panic bubbling within’ him.

“y/n, you won’t believe the action we’ve had this morning!” jisung exclaimed. “your father has been worried sick about your absence, and to top that off we found a black dragon flying around castle grounds! that sure did make your old man even more anxious. did you know black dragons are the rarest species to find? it means that-”

“y/n.”  hyunjin said in a serious tone.

you quickly looked back to hyunjin, his pupils fixated on jisung’s back, and his shaky hand still holding yours.

jisung looked back as well, and he cleared his throat as he took notice of your interlocking hands.

“alright princess, i’m going to go tell the king of your arrival.” he says, losing his enthusiasm. before he walks away, he kisses your cheek.

“and please don’t run off alone again, my princess.”

hyunjin’s eyes widen at this, his chest beginning to feel heavier.

you keep hyunjin’s hand locked with yours as you made your way to your bedroom.

once there, you let go of hyunjin’s hand and ushered him inside, locking the door behind you.

“alright, we’re finally home.” you say exhausted. “now, let’s work on those wings.”

hyunjin remains silent, and starts pulling his shirt over his head, wincing at the pain in his back.

hyunjin was terrified on the inside, never feeling this way before. his body felt heavy, his chest tightening. the pain was excruciating, but he wasn’t hurting. he felt miserable, but he enjoyed it. he then soon realized he couldn’t look at you without the burning sensation in his chest blooming immensely.

you walked to your cupboard in your room, full of all your medicines, herbs, bandages, and ointments.

he is sitting at the foot of your bed, his head hung low as you walk over to him.

“does it hurt that bad?” you ask.

hyunjin just takes a deep breath, then shakes his head.

“are you alright hyunjin?” you ask.

“that guy, he is the one who shot at me.” hyunjin says.

you feel sick to your stomach. “that’s han jisung, the prince of the kingdom of miroh. miroh was the kingdom that birthed the idea of dragon defense and dragon hunting tactics. he’s the head of the dragon defense militia.”

“-and he kissed you.” hyunjin continues in a bitter tone, ignoring your explanation.

you take a deep breath. “yeah, he’s my fiancé.”

hyunjin looks back at you quickly, his gaze trying to search yours.

“if it wasn’t obvious by the guard incident earlier, i don’t get much say in anything around here.” you chuckle bitterly. “it’s an arranged marriage. jisung and i were childhood friends, but apparently we have to be married so he can join our kingdoms.. so he can rule my kingdom.”

“do you love him?” hyunjin asks suddenly.

you look at him quickly, surprised by the sudden question. “he’s very nice to me and is a good friend. but, no, not like that.”

“not in a marriage way? you don’t want to kiss him?” hyunjin stared at you.

you smiled and looked at the ground. “no, i don’t.”

“do you know what love feels like?” hyunjin asked.

“i know what family love is like, but not really romantic.” you reply, hands busy gathering your stitching supplies.

hyunjin then makes a realization it seems, he lets out a defeated sigh, a small, bitter smile on his lips.

he then looks at you with glassy eyes, the same unreadable smile upon his lips. “i’m sorry y/n.”

“awe, what do you have to be sorry for.” you giggle.

“i just realize now dragons aren’t the only ones who have humans as their enemy.” he says.

this sentence intrigued you. what does he mean by that?

you arched a brow in confusion. “humans aren’t my enemy-“

then you heard a faint sniffle from hyunjin.

“hyunjin, are you crying?”

he lets out a pathetic chuckle, tangled with a sob. “and dragons aren’t that nice either.”

you panic, hopping up to sit in front of him and face him on the bed.

“hey what’s wrong? what does that mean, jinnie? does something hurt?” you say, cupping his face gently with your hands, watching his tears trail down his milky cheeks.

he smiled at the nickname. he looks up at you through wet lashes. “jinnie.. i like that.. and yeah, it does. everything hurts, so bad.” he mumbles, his words beginning to slur.

you stayed silent, and watched with wide eyes as his big hands gently covered your own as they rested on the sides of his face.

“you know how you said that not all humans are bad.” he said.

“yes, but hyunjin what’s going on you’re-“

“you were right.” he says in a whisper.

you stared at the boy, wondering why he was saying all of this all of a sudden.

as you held his face in your hands, his arms fell to his sides. you watched his eyes get droopy, then his body fell limp in your lap.

don’t worry, this isn’t the end, part three soon!

[starblazerm31]

Sonata of Whoa

A fic request by @coloursagainstthewall

Modern AU Hector Vasallis x Julian (featuring Azalea and Imalia! OMG I was so happy...)

Hector’s band is performing at the Rowdy Raven.  Julian is not prepared for the performance.

Ko-Fi ☕

Julian sat in the parking lot of the Rowdy Raven for a moment, checking his hair in the rear-view mirror.  His phone lit up.  He picked it up and saw the photo of Azalea giving the raspberry, signalling her text.  He opened up his messages and saw the words "Are you here yet?" followed by "they're doing sound checks, the band is gonna start soon!!!"

She had been really insistent that he be here tonight.  One of her favorite cover bands was playing live, and she had invited her friends to come and enjoy the show with her.  Another text, this one a photo.  In it, he saw four faces.  Azalea, her aqua-coral ombré hair up in pigtails, making a pained face.  Next to her was Imalia, glaring.  In the background, Asra could be seen taking a swig of beer from a bottle, and just beyond him was Lucio making a lewd gesture with his golden fore and middle fingers.  Julian snorted and replied with "On my way in, hold your horses.  Geez."

He climbed out of his car, locked the door, and closed it.  From outside, he could hear random chords on a guitar as it was being tuned and checked.  His boots clicked on the steps as he reached for the door and opened it.  Inside was the sound of many patrons talking and laughing.  He walked inside, and shut the door.  Immediately he was greeted with a loud "JULIAN!!!!"  He barely had time to react before Azalea hurled herself at him, jumping up and landing on him like a koala on a tree.

He hugged her strongly.  "Sorry I'm late," he said, "traffic was a bitch." "It's okay, at least you made it before the first set," she said, climbing off of him.  Her blue and gold eyes flashed.  "You can't miss Sonata of Whoa.  You CAN'T!"

Julian chuckled to himself.  That was a clever band name.

"Nice duds!" Azalea said.  "Very hawt."

Julian looked down at himself.  He'd decided on a black button up shirt (with the buttons only halfway closed) and a pair of fitted grey slacks.  He wore his usual thigh-high boots.

"Thanks," he said.  "Looks like you went with Anime Raver Chick?"

She looked cute in a powder blue Sailor Moon babydoll t-shirt and high-riding pink Daisy Duke shorts.  She sported rainbow leg warmers and purple Chuck Taylor shoes.

"No other way to do it!" Azalea said.  "C'mon, we've got good seats, and the Bitters are free flowing tonight."  She leaned in close.  "Lucio's paying." Azalea grabbed his hand and pulled him through the crowd.  At the table, he saw four chairs.  Imalia and Asra took up two of them, and Lucio sat in the third.  Asra waved them over.

"Ilya!  Sit down, we just got a new pitcher."  Julian did as he was told, and a frosty glass of Salty Bitters was slid to him.  He couldn't help but blush slightly at Asra's outfit.  He was wearing rainbow tye-dyed leggings and a neon pink fishnet shirt that Julian distinctly remembered stripping off of him when they had dated several years ago.  He had on neon blacklight reactive eyeshadow and numerous glow necklaces and bracelets.  He noted that Asra was also wearing a new choker.  Black leather with a ruby-encrusted "I" charm.  A glance to Imalia gave an explanation, since she was wearing an identical choker with an opal "A".  She was sporting a red and black leather corset with tight black pants and leather knee-high boots.  Her brown and burgundy hair was in its typical ponytail.  She fist-bumped Julian as he sat.

Julian noticed that there wasn't enough chairs for everyone.  He was about to offer to swipe another, when Azalea simply sat down in Lucio's lap.  Lucio looked like a mafioso, with an open silk shirt in crimson red and white pants.  And way. Too. Many. Gold. Chains.

Julian took a swig of his drink.  "Lots of people here to see a cover band," he remarked.

Azalea gave him a petulant look.  "Hey, don't knock it," she said.  "Cover bands have some of the absolute best talent that just gets overlooked.  The lead singer tonight...man, he's amazing.  Kicks Mick Jagger's ass, seriously."

"Hey, don't disrespect Mick Jagger," Lucio said.

Azalea smiled mischievously at him.  "Mick Jagger doesn't have a magical voice, if ya get my meaning, babe."

"So...this guy sings with magic?" Julian asked

. "Yes and no," Asra said.  "He's genuinely talented, but he does seem to use a bit of song magic in his shows."

"Voice layering without all the clunky machines, you know," Imalia said.  "Plus, if you can do it, why not?"

The hype man appeared on stage and the crowd erupted with applause. "I hope you all brought towels," he said enthusiastically, "because you're all gonna be jizzing your pants!  I give you the first secret wonder of the music world...SONATA! OF!! WHOA!!!"

Azalea leapt out of Lucio's lap and screamed at the top of her lungs along with everyone else in the bar.  The sounds of synth in a catchy beat seemed to start out of nowhere.  No one was on stage.  Then suddenly there was a blast of smoke as several fog machines spilled their contents at the same time, absolutely covering the stage.  The stage lights came on, covering the mist in several different colors and then with a blast of magical flame, the mist was totally gone and the band were on stage, instruments in hand.  And front and center was the lead singer.  He was around 5'4", clad in a denim hooded vest and leather pants.  His very muscular arms and chest gleamed in the stage light.  Atop his head was a crown of brown curls that fell around his golden eyes in a way that made Julian completely stop mid-sip.

"So hot Out the box Can we pick up the pace? Turn it up, Heat it up I need to be entertained Push the limit Are you with it? Baby, don't be afraid I'm a hurt 'ya real good, baby"

Julian's eyes were glued.  As the singer danced and gyrated on stage, Julian took in everything.  Every movement, every sound.  This guy was entrancing and the song had just started.

"Um...hey, Julian?" Imalia said.

"Let's go It's my show Baby, do what I say Don't trip off the glitz That I'm gonna display I told ya I'm a hold ya down until you're amazed Give it to ya 'til your screaming my name!"

"Julian?"

He didn't respond.  It was like he had frozen in place.

"Dude, you're spilling your drink!!"

Julian blinked and realized that while he had forgotten to drink his Bitters, he apparently hadn't forgotten to tilt the glass.  Now the front of his shirt was completely soaked.  Lucio cackled, holding up his phone.  He'd been recording.

Imalia laughed.  "Now you're back with us.  Here."  She waved her hand, and the beer on his shirt lifted away and flitted through the crowd into a garbage can.  Imalia then took the glass from Julian and set it down on the table.

"Take time to ogle and THEN take a sip," she said, refilling the drink.

Asra had gotten up and danced along with Azalea, the two of them appearing to freeze in time each time the strobe lights in the rafters blinked.  Julian's eyes went back up to the singer and he felt his entire body explode in heat.  The singer was looking dead at him.  Those eyes, like golden coins from a treasure long hidden, pierced Julian straight to the core.  It was like the song had changed at was directed only to him.

"Oh! Don't you know what you got into? Can you handle what I'm 'bout to do? 'Cause it's about to get rough for you I'm here for your entertainment!"

The singer winked and continued the song, every so often looking at Julian.  Julian felt like he needed air...but to leave while that specimen performed would be a travesty.

Each song afterwards took on a whole new meaning to Julian.  "Story Ain't Over" by Avanstasia.  "Runnin'" by Adam Lambert.  And then, the cherry..."Angel" by Aerosmith.  Everyone in the bar swayed to the music; Imalia and Asra and Azalea and Lucio all danced together in time to the beat, both couples gazing into each others' eyes.  Julian desperately wished that beautiful creature on stage were doing the same with him.  But his eyes never left Julian's.  It were almost as if he were dancing with him, dedicating each note and word to him.

The spell was broken when the lights came up.

"Thanks for coming everyone, we will be in the back selling our album!  Stop by the table and visit us!"

Oh. My. God.  He has an accent.  Slightly hard to place, but it had a Cajun lilt to it that made Julian want to seep through the floor in bliss.  He stood up as the band all filed offstage and settled in the large booth in the back, the table littered with albums and merch.  He felt a pang of jealousy as Azalea shot over to the table as soon as the singer was seated.  Julian's face turned red as she spoke to him with animated gestures and he jumped up and gave her a huge hug.

"Don't even think about it, Curly," Julian heard next to him.  He glanced over to see Lucio with his arms folded, a scowl on his face.

"C'mon, she's just talking to the guy," Julian grumbled.  "This whole thing was her idea."

Julian felt a lump form in his chest when he saw the singer lean forward and say something conspiritory to Azalea.  She glanced back at Julian and got a devilish smile.  What was she doing??  She said something else, gesturing to their table, and the singer stood up and followed her.  Julian felt himself panicking.

"Hey, guys, this is Hector!" Azalea proclaimed.  "Thank him for his show, it was bomb!"

"Hell yes, you guys rock!" Imalia said.  "Damn fine!"

"Yes, thank you so much, it was amazing," Asra chimed in.

Lucio didn't speak.  He just puffed up his chest and pulled Azalea against him.

Those eyes fell on Julian and he felt his legs go weak.  Hector leaned forward and reached for Julian's hand.

"Hector Vasallis," he said.  "And you are, cher?"

Julian's mouth suddenly went bone dry.  He opened his mouth to speak, but words completely failed him.

Imalia rolled her eyes.  "That's Julian," she said.  "Sorry, your performance has struck him dumb."

"That's sad, cher," Hector said.  "I really like it when fans shout."

Julian felt heat from his chest to his ears.  Holy shit, this man was fine.  And his hands, strong and calloused, felt warm and gentle wrapped around his own.

"It...it was an amazing show," Julian somehow managed.  Hector smiled.

"Why don't I buy you a drink?  I'd love to get to know you better."

Julian evaporated into a cloud of steam before coming back to his senses. "I'd, uh, really love that."

Julian would have to thank Azalea for this later.

[bytheangell]

omg, please write about Malec in Havana

With You Tonight(Read on AO3)

The first thing that strikes Alec about Havana are the colors. There are so many of them, the buildings ranging from soft pastel pinks and greens to bold teals and oranges, bringing immediate life to a city full of rich history. Magnus tells him little details while they walk, opting once they’re there to travel around the mundane ways to fully take in the scenery rather than portal from place to place and miss the beauty in-between.

They stop in small restaurants, little shops barely big enough to fit the two of them, and a number of other places off the beaten path that Magnus added to his ‘must-see’ list throughout the year. Alec wonders how many other people he brought along this same tour, how many times he might have visited on his own… and yet at each and every stop Magnus’ eyes are alight with eagerness at sharing them with him. And all at once it doesn’t matter if he’s the 1st or the 100th to see the small book shop Magnus pulls him into (where he happens to find a very rare, old text on weaponry that he buys for the next time he needs a gift for Isabelle), because it’s the first time they’re experiencing it together, and these are moments only the two of them will have.

Moments Alec plans on cherishing forever.

After a day mostly to themselves, with minimal crowds besides the heavier foot traffic along the main streets at the start and end of the day, Magnus tells him that he does need to take him to one touristy thing before they can call it quits for the night - a night out at the biggest dance club in the city.

The music is loud, the humidity of the day has grown to stifling proportions, so that the black slacks and black dress shirt Alec wears are both sticking to his skin, and yet somehow Magnus doesn’t have a single hair out of place in his fitted maroon top with matching accents in hair that defies the laws of gravity (and weather conditions) with how tall it stands. Magnus draws the eyes of everyone  in the room and Alec is among them, eyes trailing down the gold chains that hang down his neck over a long line of exposed skin thanks to many, many undone shirt buttons.

“I don’t know why I let you talk me into this,” Alec mumbles, taking little comfort in the eyes he feels on them as Magnus eagerly drags him onto the dance floor despite knowing it isn’t him they’re watching, not really.

“Oh, Alexander, you need to unwind! Just follow my lead, there’s nothing to it.” Magnus insists, and Alec decides to give it a chance.

He’s… not great.

He isn’t terrible. He can read and predict the body movements of another person (a combat skill he took to early on) and he’s practiced dance before in a much more formal setting than half-melting in the heat of a Cuban club, so he doesn’t entirely lack rhythm. But the more he tries to copy Magnus the more aware he becomes of how far from that level he is. In fact, it doesn’t take more than a quick glance around him to see that he’s easily the worst dancer there, something all the more obvious next to Magnus with his hips moving so fluidly you wouldn’t think there were solid bones underneath at all.

It only goes downhill from there. In true Alec Lightwood fashion he begins to overthink, trying too hard and messing up twice as much when he does. He’s tripping over his own feet as often as he is Magnus’, and though his boyfriend laughs it off and smiles each and every time with unlimited patience and amusement in his eyes, Alec is too frustrated with himself to enjoy any of it after very long.

A woman sidles up to them, a dark haired beauty in a red dress with revealing slit up the side and matching red strappy heels, looking Alec up and down in obvious judgement. “You look like you could use a break, darling. Mind if I cut in?”

“Sorry, but I’m afraid I’m-” Magnus begins, ready to send her away without a second thought, but Alec shakes his head.

“Actually, I’m going to go get a drink. Go ahead, if you want. I’ll be right back.” Magnus loves dancing, he loves clubs, and he should be enjoying this place far more than he could possibly be with Alec holding him back. Excusing himself Alec heads towards the bar and orders himself a drink, watching as Magnus and the woman spin and dip, the movements coming as instinctively as breathing.

He looks away and finishes his drink, signalling for a second. The music changes and he makes no move to return to the dance floor, and it isn’t until partway through a third song that he feels a tap on his shoulder.

“What happened to being right back?” Magnus asks, sliding onto  the open seat next to him.

“I figured you might like a bit of a break,” Alec says with a dismissive shrug.

“From you?” Magnus sounds confused, and the question is so innocent and unaware of the thoughts swirling in Alec’s head that Alec can’t help but laugh.

“From having to hold up a barely competent dance partner,” he clarifies. “I saw how good she was out there, I figured I’d let you have some actual fun for a bit.”

Magnus shakes his head. “You’re impossible sometimes, Alexander.”

“What? Why?” Alec asks, finishing off his second drink while growing increasingly positive the alcohol and the heat were not a great combination.

“I was enjoying myself because I was with you. Did you really think I’d want to spend the rest of the night with some stranger while my amazing boyfriend sulks by the bar?” “I was not–” Alec starts to argue, but sighs. “Alright, maybe I was sulking a little. Sorry.”

Magnus doesn’t look mad, though. “Don’t be. C’mon, let’s get out of here.”

“No, we can stay! I know how much you were looking forward to this tonight,” Alec insists, not wanting to be the reason Magnus cuts the night short. But Magnus has a curious look in his eyes when he replies, “Oh, don’t think you’ve gotten out of dancing, Alexander.” Magnus winks and him and Alec follows curiously until they’ve disappeared far enough off the beaten path for Magnus to conjure a portal. Alec steps through without hesitation - he’ll follow wherever Magnus leads, trusting him explicitly.

They arrive on the roof of the building they’re staying at - along the water, the sky stretching out above them dark and full of stars.

“Hmmm…” Magnus considers, before conjuring up a few choice items: a record player, a drink cart, and several strings of lights that end up strategically placed around the roof, suspended in mid-air around them. The breeze off of the water is better than the stifling humidity of the club.

“Drink?” Magnus offers, hand poised, waiting expectantly.

Alec smiles and shakes his head. “Maybe after. I believe I owe you a dance first.”

Here, alone with Magnus, Alec doesn’t think twice. They move with the music, Alec closing his eyes and giving himself in to the careful touch of his boyfriend, with no eyes on him besides those that are only ever full of acceptance and love. Without the doubt and the pressure to perform, to live up to the standards set around him, Alec flourishes. He thrives in a way he only ever seems to while he’s with Magnus, and wonders why he couldn’t just do this before. They laugh, dance, and drink for hours, soaking up each other’s company in the limited time they have away from their responsibilities back home. Alec wonders how much more he might be capable of experiencing, of truly enjoying, if he stopped getting in his own way. As he and Magnus take the stairs down to their room, stopping every three steps for one to press the other against the wall with a need to be close that just can’t wait, Alec thinks that with Magnus by his side he might finally find out.  

[transslyblue]

Also "1-99"

(1) Do You Sleep With Your Closet Doors Open Or Closed?

Haha, closed. I don't like seeing the dark void that I call a closet

(2) Do You Have Freckles?

Yea, but you can't really see them unless you're close

(3) Can You Whistle?

Yes

(4) Last Song You Listened To.

The Hunchback of Notre Dame musical, the Tavern Song

(5) What Is Your Favourite Colour?

Blue, but I also like a variety of purples and greens

(6) Relationship Status.

Single and not looking

(7) What Is The Temperature Right Now?

69º F

(8) Did You Wake Up Cranky?

Yea, unless I wake up myself

(9) How Many Followers?

118, but I need to go through and block any bots. (;w;)

(10) Zodiac Sign.

Leo

(11) What Is Your Eye Colour?

Blue/green hazel. My eyes are multi-coloured so they have blue, green, and brown with a very grey look to them.

(12) Take A Vitamin Daily?

I forget daily

(13) Do You Sing In The Shower?

Yup!

(14) What Books Are You Reading?

I really want to get back to reading some more Lovecraft, but i don't have much time to read

(15) Grab The Book Nearest To You, Turn To Page 64, Give Me Line 14.

"Minutes before librarians ate him."

(16) Favourite Anime?

Uuuuhhhhhh, hm. I guess it'd have to be InuYasha, but I like a lot of anime

(17) Last Person You Cried In Front Of?

Err,,, it was a very close friend. Idk if they'd want me to say who they are tho

(18) Do You Collect Anything?

Rocks and those snowglobe musicboxes

(19) What Did You Have For Lunch?

Yogurt and a protein bar. Ik, ik real healthy and filling

(20) Do You Dance In The Car?

Depends on the song, but not really

(21) Favourite Animal?

Owls and cats

(22) Do You Watch The Olympics?

Not really, but when I do it's the diving Olympics

(23) What Time Do You Usually Go To Bed?

2am

(24) Are You Wearing Makeup Right Now?

I don't wear makeup. Though I have considered it

(25) Do You Prefer To Swim In A Pool Or The Ocean?

Either. Pool is safer though

(26) Favourite Tumblr Blog?

Oof, idk if I can pick just one, so imma name a few. @ohhimarx @mirosuikaaa @masochist-incarnate they're all really friendly and nice

(27) Bottled Water Or Tap Water?

Whichever is most convenient at the time

(28) What Makes You Happy?

The sound of rain, art, my friends talking to me, I have a list that I've posted, so I won't list out here

(29) Post A Gif Of What You’re Currently Feeling Right Now.

(30) Do You Study Better With Or Without Music?

Haha, I don't study;;;

(31) Dogs Or Cats?

Cats

(32) If You Were A Crayon What Colour Would You Be?

Blue-tiful lol, for real though probably bubble blue

(33) PlayStation Or Xbox.

Does Switch/ds count?

(34) Would You Swim In The Lake Or Ocean?

Idunknow

(35) Do You Believe In Magic?

Not really, but I won't bash on anyone who does

(36) What Colour Shirt Are You Wearing?

Black, but is a Link being a meme

(37) Can You Curl Your Tongue?

Yes

(38) Do You Save Money Or Spend It?

I save more then I spend.

(39) Is There Anything Pink Within 10 Feet Of You?

Yea, it's a pink pillow of Lion from Steven Universe and a music stand from when I was in middle school

(40) Do You Have Any Obsessions Right Now?

Kirby in general

(41) Have You Ever Caught A Butterfly?

Nope, but I have touched one before

(42) Are You Easily Influenced By Other People?

Yes and no. It really depends on how long I've been around them

(43) Do You Have Strange Dreams?

Omg yes! I remember a few and they were all lucid dreams! (I looked up the term from last time I answered this question)

(44) Do You Like Going On Airplanes?

Never been on one

(45) Name One Movie That Made You Cry.

Of Mice and Men

(46) Peanuts Or Sunflower Seeds?

Both

(47) If I Handed You A Concert Ticket Right Now, Who Would You Want The Performer To Be?

Panic!At the Disco, Fallout Boy, or The Neighborhood

(48) Are You A Picky Eater?

Not really. There are some foods I refuse to eat, but otherwise I eat pretty much anything

(49) Are You A Heavy Sleeper?

Yes

(50) Do You Fear Thunder / Lightning?

Nope! I actually like thunder

(51) Do You Like To Read / Write?

I enjoy reading. As for writing, eh. I'll write out my ideas but I'mno good at fleshing them out to be interesting

(52) Do You Like Your Music Loud?

Yes. But not too loud, just enough where I don't hear everyone around me

(53) Would You Rather Carve Pumpkins Or Wrap Presents?

Carve pumpkins! I really am bad at wrapping presents

(54) Put Your Music On Shuffle, What Is The First Song That Came Up?

Hurts - Illuminated

(55) What Season Are You In Right Now? (Weather)

Spring and dying from pollen

(56) What Are You Craving Right Now?

Idk, something salty tbh

(57) Post A Screenshot Of Your Tumblr Feed.

(58) What Is Your Gender?

I'm a transgender male, so i use he/him pronouns.

(59) Coffee Or Tea?

Both, but I like tea more

(60) Do You Have Any Homework Right Now? If So, What Is It About?

I'm not in school anymore soooo no

(61) What Is Your Sexuality?

Idk. Questioning I guess

(62) Do You Make Your Bed In The Morning?

No

(63) Favourite Pokemon?

I already answered this one, so I'll say a new pokemon that I love. Rowlet!

(64) Favourite Social Media?

Bruh I am not a fan, but Tumblrs the one I'm on most.

(65) What’s Your Opinion On Instagram Stories?

Idk. I don't have an Instagram

(66) Do You Get Homesick?

Yes

(67) Are You A Virgin?

Yes, and I plan to stay that way for awhile

(68) What Shampoo And Conditioner Are You Using Right Now?

I use Suave, but I also use TeaTree when I get really bad dandruff

(69) If You Were Far From Home And Needed To Sleep For The Night, Would You Choose To Rent A Crappy Motel Room For $60 Or Sleep In Your Car For Free?

Depends on the place. But most likely I'd risk the motel.

(70) Are Both Of Your Blood Parents Still In Your Life?

My mom yes, my biological father... It's complicated

(71)  Whats The Next Movie You Want To See In Theaters?

I don't really watch movies, so none

(72) Do You Miss Your Ex?

I don't have an ex

(73) What Is Your Favourite Quote Right Now?

Be the person you needed when you were younger. I have no clue who said it, but I live by that

(74)  What Eye Colour Do You Find Sexiest?

Eyes in general are great. Idk how anyone can not find something they like in any eye colour

(75) Did You Like Swinging As A Child? Do You Still Get Excited When You See A Swing Set?

YesYesYesYes

(76) What Was The Last Thing You Ate?

Nachos

(77) What Games Do You Have On Your Phone?

Voez and Pokémon Go

(78) Would You Give A Homeless Person CPR If They Were Dying? Why Or Why Not?

Yes, because no oen deserves to die. I'd do my best to help any homeless person

(79) Been On The Computer For 5 Hours Straight?

Haha, not today. Yet

(80) Stalked Someone On A Social Network?

Not really

(81) Do You Like Meeting New People?

Yes!

(82) Do You Wear Rings? If You Do, Take A Picture Of Them.

I don't wear jewlery much. But I would like to get my ears pierced properly

(83) Do You Sleep With Your Bedroom Door Open Or Closed?

Closed! I don't want people or my cat to walk in

(84) What Are Three Things You Did Today?

I woke up, did laundry, answered these questions

(85) What Do You Wear To Bed?

Pajama pants and a t-shirt

(86) List All Of Your Different Beauty Products You Have Right Now.

I've got none. Unless you want me to name what body wash i use. :/

(87) Are You A Day Or Night Person?

Night person

(88) List All Of Your Video Games On Your Phone, Console Etc.

Phone: Voez, Pokémon Go

Switch: Legend of Zeld: Breath of the wild, Super Smash Bros Ultimate, Kirby Star Allies, Mario Kart 8, PuyoPuyo Tetris, Bayonetta 1&2, Hyrule Warriors, Just Dance 2017, Super Mario Party, Let's Go Eevee, Mario Odyssey, Undertale, Shovel Knight, Pokémon quest, Mom Hid my Game, Deemo, Sonic Mania, Detention, The Coma, Cave Story

3DS: Kirby Clash Deluxe, Kirby Triple Deluxe, Kirby's Extra Epic Yarn, Kirby Planet Robobot, Kirby Canvas Curse, Kirby Mass Attack, Kirbg Super Star Ultra, Kirby Squeak Squad, Pokémon Y, Pokémon Platinum, Pokémon Ultra Moon, Pokémon Alpha Sapphire Pokémon Heartgold, Legend of Zelda Link Between Worlds, Legend of Zelda Majoras Mask, Legend of Zelda Ocarina of Time 3D, Legend of Zelda Phantom Hourglass, Legend of Zelda Spirit Tracks, Super Smash Bros, Luigi's Mansion Dark Moon, Wario Ware Gold, Super Princess Peach, Animal Crossing New Leaf, Castlevania Dawn of Sorrow, Cooking Mama, Cooking Mama 2, Sonic Colors

Gameboy Color: Pokemon Blue, Legend of Zelda Link's Awakening

This is over the course of many years

(89) Tell Me About A Dream That You Had And When It Happened.

I had this dream where I was flying a red paper plane. It took forever to carry it up this tapestry, but i did it. When I finally took off this group of white paper planes were chasing me so I shook them off and landed, taking shelter in this museum. This museum held other people hiding and was actually an abandoned grocery store. Then I woke up.

I don't rememebr when this was, but I wrote it down. I have a few more if you're interested.

(90) Favourite Soda Drink?

Strawberry Ramuné

(91) What Sounds Are Your Favourite?

Rainstorms,

(92) Do You Wear Jeans Or Sweats More?

Jeans, since I can't wear sweatpants to work

(93) How Do You Look Right Now?

Uhhh, probably a slob since I've been in pajamas all day

(94) Name Something That Relaxes You.

Stuffed animals

(95) What Tattoo Do You Want?

Idk. Haven't really wanted one. Maybe a connect the dots one.

(96) Favourite YouTuber?

Idk. I watch Pyrocynical and Markiplier, but other than that I listen to music, watch speedpaints, and speed plays of various videogames

[mysmesomefluff]

[Request] Yoosung Fanfiction #22: A Thousand-Year Promise

Request by @plinti: YoosungxMC wedding day? <3 If possible, something like how would he feel seeing his bride, what song would MC choose to walk down the aisle, what kinda of party would it be? <3

A/N: Sorry this took so long >< I wanted to do this one well because it’s a wedding (I love weddings so much!!!) and thanks for giving me the chance to practice writing wedding scenarios since I have written like… none. 

Omg I really haven’t written a wedding scenario like ever. ._. 

Also, I tend to not include the name of MC in my fics, but it’s pretty impossible in this one so I’ll just refer to her as “MC”. :) Okay hold on tight this is gonna be a pretty long fic (3.1k words).

The sky was a deep sea of blue veiled with an army of clouds that had arrived to witness the day’s joyous occasion. The trees lined the path like lit candles, their leaves a wondrous blend of amber, ruby and gold that swayed like gentle flames in the cool, playful autumn breeze. Some of them were floating gracefully down like a shower of rose petals by the feet of guests who had just arrived.

Towering over the people was a rather peculiar, yet charming church building. The stone, dome-shaped entrance was the start of what appeared to be a domino sequence of more dome-shaped stone structures falling back against each other. The unique building sitting in the middle of the woods had a primitive vibe to it, untouched by the hands of time, giving it a special sort of beauty that was perfectly suited to the occasion for which all these guests had gathered. 

In the middle of the small crowd was a man whose blond hair made him impossible to miss. His guests eagerly stepped forward to congratulate him, shaking his gloved hand and commenting on how good he looked in his suit. Indeed, he did look quite dashing in his cobalt suit. Beneath it was a white button-up shirt, matched with dark brown suspenders and a black bowtie. 

“You’ve been working out?” A white-haired man remarked, the first thing he said upon approaching the groom.

Yoosung smiled. “Zen, you came. And, you can tell?” As expected, the celebrity stood out with his white suit that had some black trim, as well as a cream striped necktie. He was already attracting a lot of attention, particularly from the female guests, who seemed to be stealing not-so-subtle glances at the handsome man before him. Vaguely, Yoosung thought to himself that if it weren’t for the boutonnière on his suit, Zen might have been easily mistaken as the groom instead. 

“It’s showing under that shirt of yours,” Zen replied with a small roll of his eyes that was accompanied with an approving grin. “I never knew, since you’re always wearing those baggy hoodies.”

“They’re comfortable,” Yoosung shot back. “Anyway, I’m glad you could make it. Sorry that you had to miss that meeting...”

“Of course I would come. It’s yours and MC’s wedding. I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Zen said. “Besides, that Director is planning on extending his stay just for me, so all is well.”

“Oh, that’s good to hear! I hope everything goes well!”

“Thanks.”

Just then, a loud shout interrupted their conversation, and caused the crowd of guests to quieten down to see what the commotion was all about.

“God Seven has arrived to bless this wedding!”

A mop of red hair appeared from within the crowd just as Zen sighed, planting his palm on his forehead and shaking his head in disapproval. “This guy is as noisy as usual…” he complained, and Yoosung agreed, although he was more amused than annoyed by it, since it had been a while since he last saw his Honey Buddha Chip supplier, who looked marginally smarter than his usual slovenly appearance back at his home while working. HIs normally unruly red locks were styled nicely for the first time in what seemed like forever, he smelled like cologne and not honey buddha chips for once, and his outfit was similar to what he wore to the most recent RFA party, except that he was sporting a red bowtie instead of a necktie. “Hey, Yoosung! Zen!”

“Seven, you are being too loud,” the woman following behind him chided. She was dressed in a pretty cream dress, simple pearl earrings, a necklace, and heels to match. She had a beige shawl wrapped around her as well, to protect her from the rather chilly breeze. She carried the same air of professionalism that she always did, although it seemed that for her friends’ wedding, she had allowed herself to dress up a little more than usual. Yoosung had never seen her this dressed up before, not even for the RFA parties they’d been to, since even at those events she was technically still working.

“Hey Seven! Jaehee!” Yoosung greeted back gleefully.

“Congratulations, Yoosung,” Jaehee said, shaking his hand quite firmly with a big smile on her face. “I’m so happy for you and MC.”

“Thanks,” he smiled. “And Jaehee, you look really good. I’ve never seen you wear anything like this before!”

"Yeah,” Zen chimed in with his usual charming grin. “You look stunning in that dress.”

“O-Oh, this?” Jaehee’s cheeks turned a light shade of pink, and she fidgeted a little uncomfortably on the spot. Clearly, she wasn’t very used to compliments. “I bought it a long time ago, but this is the first time I’m wearing it.”

“It suits you,” Seven added. “Actually, now you kind of remind me of Elly—”

“Stop right there. Do not continue,” she cut in with a pointed glare. Just the thought of her boss’ cat was enough to make her shudder. “I was shocked to find C-fur on this dress as well, even though it was all the way inside my closet. Elizabeth 3rd must have found her way in there and shed all over my clothes some time back.”

"Assistant Kang, I take it that you’re unhappy with my precious Elizabeth 3rd?”

Startled, the woman jumped slightly and turned back to see her boss approaching the group, hardly looking pleased by what she had just said about his beloved pet. Jaehee was at a temporary loss for words, and thankfully, Yoosung called the corporate heir to distract him. “Jumin, you're here!”

“Yes, I am,” the stoic man replied. He was dressed immaculately, wearing an expensive-looking slate-colored suit, matched with a vest and a maroon tie. “I believe congratulations are in order.” Extending a hand, he shook Yoosung’s hand quite firmly in his larger one. It was a very business-like handshake, one that Jumin was accustomed to giving, but the smile on his face was no doubt genuine.

“Thanks Jumin. MC’s been asking for you, she really wants to thank you for offering us so much help with the preparations and stuff.” Jumin had been far more than generous in what he had termed his “wedding gift” to the couple, giving them tickets for their dream honeymoon destination, using his connections to get the best wedding planners and stylers to help prepare for everything, even offering to sponsor the tickets for the guests to fly here and attend the wedding. Despite what everyone said about Jumin being as cold as ice, deep down he was a truly nice person.

“No need to thank me. It didn’t really cost all that much.”

Yoosung tried to hold back a protest. Well, he supposed that to someone like him, this much money was nothing. Still…

“Yeah, yeah, we get it, you’re rich, Mr. Trust Fund Kid. No need to rub it in people’s faces,” Zen cut in, rolling his eyes.

“That was not my intention,” Jumin replied, looking equally annoyed with the disagreeable RFA member. “In any case, V was the one who helped the most. You should thank him more than me.”

“I know,” Yoosung said, glancing around. “But, I don’t see him? Didn’t he come with you?”

“He wanted to see the bride first. Help her take some nice photos, if possible.”

“But, his eyes—”

“He insisted that he can afford to take a few.”

“I see.” Yoosung sighed inwardly, still annoyed that the famed photographer never actually got around to having that surgery. As to why, V never really told him, despite having agreed to do so sometime. Honestly, that guy never really changed. He still had that terrible habit of keeping things to himself and doing things alone. It was as if the rest of them didn’t exist and he just couldn’t rely on them in any way. He wished V would do that more, for all the times he’d asked the members to do just that, especially Yoosung. 

It didn’t take long for more guests to arrive. Yoosung excused himself to greet them, while the other RFA members decided to go to where MC was for photos and to congratulate her as well. 

It was a little tiring having to greet guests one after another, although this was already not too bad, given that the list of guests he and MC decided to invite was quite short. They didn’t want too large an affair, after all. 

After running out of people to greet and make small-talk with, Yoosung stepped away to take a breather, and decided it would be nice to drop in on his wife to see how she’s holding up. He’d been concerned about her being cold, even though she insisted that she was fine with just her shawl. 

On his way down the stone path though, he ran into the only guest he hadn’t greeted yet.

“V.”

The man perked up at the sound of his name, and took a moment to register that the blond was standing in front of him. “Ah, Yoosung, I was just about to look for you,” V smiled, slowly moving forward with his cane there to guide him. His camera was slung around his neck, and he was dressed quite nicely in a dark brown turtleneck shirt under a black blazer. 

“Congratulations, I’m really happy for you and MC.” 

“Thanks,” Yoosung said, hesitating for a moment before going forward to give the man a hug. V seemed a little surprised by the gesture at first, but was quick to return it, giving a few pats on his back. “I never got around to thanking you for doing all this for our wedding too. And for choosing this venue for us.”

“It’s the least I could do, after all the hurt I’ve caused you over the years,” V replied with a small sigh. “Stone Church… Even though Rika and I never got to hold our wedding here, I’m glad I could come here to see yours.” 

Yoosung nodded, his lips pursed in a thin line as his eyes dropped. “Yeah… I wish she were here to see this. She would have loved the decorations that have been put up here. The people that Jumin recommended did a great job.”

V offers him a smile, placing his hand on his shoulder and squeezing it. “Today’s a happy day, Yoosung. I’m sure she would want you to smile a lot.”

“Yeah, she would,” he agreed. 

“I would like to talk more, but I think I hear the ushers asking the guests to be seated. I should make my way in too. I’ll see you in a bit.”

“See you,” Yoosung said, watching as V walked back at a leisurely pace, his cane tapping the ground lightly with every step. He wouldn’t admit it, but seeing V like this hurt him. He just hoped that this man would come to his senses someday and get that surgery on his eyes before it was too late to do so. 

Well, in any case, he had a wedding ceremony to get to, and he'd better hurry to MC, otherwise both of them would be late.

Glass alternated with stone on the walls of the church, and gentle rays of sunlight streamed through the glass windows, illuminating the place with an almost ethereal glow. The high overlapping stone arches overhead naturally amplified the music being played as the double doors opened to reveal the groom.

Yoosung was met with thunderous applause as he strode down the aisle. The guests were standing in the pews, all clapping for him with bright smiles on their faces. He felt a little embarrassed, having this much attention on him, but tried his best to shake it off. As he walked down he spotted the RFA members all smiling proudly at him. His family was there too, and Yoosung noticed that his mother was already tearing up. 

Yoosung blinked back some moisture that gathered in the back of his eyes at that. It was too early to cry now. 

He came to a stop by the steps leading up to the small platform at the end of the aisle, and then everyone turned their eyes to the double doors, awaiting the bride’s entrance.

It was silent in the hall, aside from some murmurings that were drowned out by the music that was playing. MC had chosen it herself, and he had been perfectly fine with it, excited to know what kind of music she would choose. 

When she first let him hear it, he had been rather confused. It was a piano and cello cover of an English song that he hadn’t heard before. “A Thousand Years” was its title, and the moment he found out what the lyrics were, he had been ecstatic.

Perfect.

Now the music was playing, the song that he had been replaying over and over when he wasn’t playing LOLOL, and in his mind the lyrics were flowing like a rushing river. Hearing it now, when he was standing in this hall, waiting for his bride to come, tugged at his heart so strongly that tears were brought to his eyes once more. 

The doors clinked open right when the chorus began, and there she was, holding her father’s arm as they walked slowly down the aisle. Their eyes met, and their lips turned upwards in a shy smile at the same time. She lowered her eyes cutely, before resting her gaze on his once again, squeezing her father’s arm just a little more tightly. 

"I have died every day, waiting for you.”

Yoosung felt his chest begin to swell with love for this beautiful woman who, by some miracle, loved him too. That thought had crossed his mind a thousand times, and each time it felt so much like a dream, that he could be with her, that he could be loved by someone like her. In turn, she would reassure him each time that this was real, with the little lunchboxes she made for him when he was busy at work, with the kisses she snuck on his jaw below the corner of his mouth to distract him from playing so she could win him at LOLOL, with the laughter that she brought each time he did something silly and with the patience and care she gave him when he struggled to cope with his injured left eye. 

“Darling, don’t be afraid, 

I have loved you for a thousand years.”

She was dressed like an angel — no, she was an angel. More beautiful than an angel would be, he was certain of that. Her soft satin white gown pooled at her feet, like a pure waterfall. She was the source, giving him life and purpose to get by each and every single day. The gown was simple, she hadn’t wanted it to be too extravagant, preferring it to be simple and comfortable. The dress was held by thin spaghetti stripes on her shoulders, showing off her collar bones and smooth skin. A sparkling silver belt was wrapped around her waist, and the dress, while not too tight, hugged her curves very nicely. Her hair was in a beautiful updo topped with a silver hair accessory in the shape of a flower. 

“I’ll love you for a thousand more.”

Once she reached him, her father handed her over to him before taking his seat. They grinned at each other, both giddy with happiness. Yoosung was sure that his face was flushed pink. His heart was practically hammering against his chest, after all. He was a nervous wreck, even though he should be holding himself together for her.

“You look so beautiful,” he whispered, while they went up the steps to stand on the platform in front of the minister.

She emitted a small breath of laughter at that. “You've already said it so many times.” 

“I just had to say it again,” he smiled. “You’re so beautiful in my eyes, my love.” 

The minister gave a small cough, causing the couple to snap their attention back to him so that they could start reciting the vows.

“Do you promise to love this woman and respect her, take care of her, help her, in joyful times and in hard times, healthy times and sickness times, every day, for ever?”

Yoosung made it a point to stare straight into his bride’s eyes, before confidently pledging, “I do.” 

He could see tears welling up in her eyes, and he was quick to wipe the single tear that fell down her cheek before she could. “Don’t cry, love,” he murmured.

“I’m just… really happy,” she replied, fanning at herself to keep more tears from falling. She took a minute more to compose herself before gesturing for the minister to continue.

“Do you promise to love this man and respect him, take care of him, help him, in joyful times and in hard times, healthy times and sickness times, every day, for ever?”

Just like he had, she met his eyes and right then he wished he could capture this moment through both of his eyes. She looked so vulnerable, so strong, so beautiful, so perfect, he wanted to kiss her and hold her and promise her over and over again that he would protect her now and always, stay by her side for more than just a thousand years. 

“I do.”

“You may now kiss the bride,” the minister declared, and Yoosung wasted no time in stepping forward, placing his hand on the small of her back and sealed the distance between their lips.

Applause erupted in the hall, and Yoosung pulled away from her to rest his forehead against hers. “I love you, and I’ll always be with you.”

“I love you too, Yoosung,” she whispered, before choking on a sob and burying her face in his chest so that their guests wouldn’t see her cry. In response, the groom hugged her tightly, panicking a little over how emotional she was getting, while everyone broke into laughter at the sweet sight.

Holding her in his arms, allowing her warm, joyful tears to seep into his shirt, Yoosung vowed to himself to never let her go, to always protect her, and to love her and care for her like she deserved. Maybe he wouldn’t be able to do everything right, maybe they would get into little childish tiffs here and there because of LOLOL, but he would always stay by her side for the rest of his life, and love her with every fiber of his being, now and forevermore. 

A/N: I think this is pretty much all I can do. Writer’s block says there’s nothing more I can do to improve this fic lol. Sorry for the shitty ending, I tried my best.

I’ll have another post to talk about the wedding details and provide photos of the RFA members’ outfits, the venue (yes it’s a real place), and ideas if there were to be a party afterwards. I checked up Korean wedding traditions, and apparently long wedding receptions are not very common; usually guests attend the ceremony and then leave. Hence why I didn’t include anything about a wedding party here. Nonetheless, if they were to have a reception, I had an idea for it which I’ll talk about in the next post. Thanks for reading anyways :)

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[[ "Shall we play a game?” Kankri Vantas, hurt and resentful but still in love.

part two of Wiz/Kankri logs!! the questions game ]]

valorousimperial What's your favorite color?

wiz-texts ...purple. especially dark pink n blue are tied for second

valorousimperial Your turn.

wiz-texts you mean i ask you one?

valorousimperial Yes.

wiz-texts well there we go thats it ....kiddin

valorousimperial Shh. I laughed.

wiz-texts what bout your favorite color?? i promise i wont jus be stealin your questions but colors is a good one

valorousimperial Blue, like indigo bloods. It doesn't really fit with the theme of the crown, though. The color just seems peaceful.

wiz-texts yea!!! yea indigo blue is real pretty your turn

valorousimperial If you could go anywhere, where would you go?

wiz-texts oh gosh if....... if there was a way to just.... stand on top of everythin n watch..... all of it roll out in front of you........ i would do that maybe that sounds like some kinda crazy god fantasy but i just think itd be really beautiful but since that prolly aint a doable thing

valorousimperial Considering you're some kind of crazy god, maybe it is.

wiz-texts maybe but my alternate answer would be a garden a huge huuuuuuuuuuuuge garden, w everythin in it!!!! or near everythin i love plants so much

valorousimperial Your lilacs are still overrunning mine.

wiz-texts >:0 theyre misbehavin?!!! i better give em a talkin to they aint usually growin outta their spot so, um, if you remember your dreams.... whats your favorite thing youve ever dreamed about??? for whatever reason, ha

valorousimperial They got so big!!! Mmm... My favorite dream is the one that came true. When I was young, I dreamed of freedom.

wiz-texts n you got it?

valorousimperial I don't know if I'm free. There's a lot of binding about being the emperor.

valorousimperial But at that time, freedom meant being out of my donor's control. I *did* get that.

wiz-texts holy shit thats.... thats wonderful. im so glad you got that maybe...... hm

valorousimperial ?

wiz-texts just a thought. i... hm im scared its a hurtful one so i should prolly just.... keep it to myself for now

valorousimperial If you want.

wiz-texts fuck knows you deserve a break but not yet because uh, your turn to ask a question

valorousimperial If you could change one thing that happened to you, what would you change and how?

wiz-texts ha. loaded question

valorousimperial Doesn't have to be recent.

wiz-texts problem is i dont remember like......... a lot of things. most things i cant remember what th event wouldve been but it had to have started somewhere

wiz-texts th first time my friends ever hurt me. if i could, id change it so id never have believed it was my fault

valorousimperial That's a good thing to want to change.

valorousimperial I think your whole life would have went very differently.

wiz-texts id be different thats for sure maybe less scared i guess th important thing is that i did realize it wasnt my fault or more likely someone told me bc i..... do not come easily to realizations like that on my own

valorousimperial (It was me.)

wiz-texts ....oh thats. huh. so i guess..... i still remember things i learned from you wonder what else there is um!! whats your favorite myth? or folk tale??

valorousimperial Mmmm... That's hard. Fantasy was all I had when I was growing up, so I know a lot of things. I think that probably my favorite stories were the ones that didn't have lessons - they were just full of people doing what they wanted So, ancient mythology really caught my eye. It made the gods seem troll-like, and they just did what they wanted.

wiz-texts oooooh :0

wiz-texts i keep feelin like i oughta look more at myths because so many are bout gods n thats sorta? what i am i guess??? its nice to seem em bein regular but like. actin regular except w mighty powers i guess, ha

valorousimperial Right.

wiz-texts this question thing is sorta fun actually did we play it before??

valorousimperial I agree! No!

wiz-texts we shouldve!!!!!! its.... its a fun sorta way to get to kno each other anyway um, your turn....

valorousimperial I'm thinking...

wiz-texts think fasterrrr im kiddin. take your time

valorousimperial If you could go any*when* and change any*thing* with no horrific consequences, What would it be? It doesn't even have to be something related to you, Just. Something that you want to be different.

wiz-texts well frankly i would go back to last night n smash my goddamn phone [[<BACKSPACE! BACKSPACE!!! ]] gee um all of time is a rough one to pick from

wiz-texts if theres an event that couldve stopped th game from happenin, thats what id go for but then maybe i wouldnt exist???? idk. exchangin me n a few others to save multiple universes seems like a fair trade ....whoa thats a grim answer. oops

valorousimperial From what I've heard of the game, it's not that simple. So many universes wouldn't have been *born* then, right?

wiz-texts not really. they kill a universe and in theory you get to make one maybe..... one in several million sessions actually ends in created universe

valorousimperial I thought it was only one planet that was supposed to be destroyed?

wiz-texts nah they wreck th whole shebang ....i think most of th game is fuzzy between th violence n alcohol my turn!!!!

valorousimperial Your turn!!!

wiz-texts this is sorta silly but i keep thinkin bout it so here goes: do you ever paint your nails??? if you do or dont, what colors do you think youd like?

valorousimperial I do! Lots of trolls paint their claws.

wiz-texts (that totally aint two questions its one question in.... two parts. with a bunch of extra question marks)

valorousimperial It's seen as an accentuating thing, as claws are a vital part of troll standards of beauty.

wiz-texts ooohhhhh :0

valorousimperial My favorites are matte red and metallic gold.

valorousimperial Mm... What's your favorite sort of thing to wear?

wiz-texts mm?

valorousimperial Like, Do you have a favorite type of clothing?

wiz-texts hmm.... button-up shirts. they can be comfy or stylish and i guess accessories that go w that?? though ive only recently started experimentin like watches n bow ties n cuff links also: gold rings. fr some reason i have a bunch: i think there was a party?? i vaguely recall there bein a party

valorousimperial I've had you at a few parties. Do you know how recently it was?

wiz-texts real recent. i think th rings went w a suit?? yyyyea this red n black one

wiz-texts hm. i never really thought of red as my color

valorousimperial Auriel's party.

valorousimperial It matched my suit.

wiz-texts oh my god i promise i didnt mean to diss th color red!!!! i jus figured since i already got th pink thing goin, itd b a bit too much??? so i never wore it ...guess i changed my mind

valorousimperial You came to the party as my quadrant, so you probably decided to just match me.

wiz-texts speakin of clothes, um.... i hope this is an okay question do u wear gloves a lot or somethin???? i know i never rly do but there are a bunch of gloves in my sylladex

valorousimperial ...

wiz-texts all like, really nice material n stuff. black or white. some are gray. um. are they yours??

valorousimperial Oh. They're for my psionic. I always forget gloves, but whenever I touch other people, I feel their emotions. I guess you were preparing for me.

wiz-texts i guess so... ill um, ill keep em in th 'dex if thats alright. in case you need em n im round.....

valorousimperial Alright. ... What were you thinking earlier?

wiz-texts heck

valorousimperial Sorry.

wiz-texts thats kinda... um sorry in advance if this is upsettin?? sorry

valorousimperial I know I said I wouldn't ask, but the curiosity is killing me.

wiz-texts what you were sayin bout freedom made me wonder if.... if maybe freedom had somethin to do with why i made that choice

valorousimperial ... Free of what? Of me?

wiz-texts no!!!! no i mean th scars!! they can be....... bindin

wiz-texts in a real bad way

valorousimperial ...mm. I know about that.

wiz-texts you do???

valorousimperial Yes.

wiz-texts im kinda surprised, i thought round here scars are considered attractive n all that

valorousimperial They are.

wiz-texts (...did you tell me that?)

valorousimperial (Yes.)

wiz-texts (okay)

wiz-texts um... whose turn is it??

valorousimperial It's mine.

wiz-texts oh okay

valorousimperial Wait, No, it's yours.

wiz-texts 0o0 tbh i shoulda asked this first because Super Important what....... is........ your opinion on purrbeasts?

valorousimperial !! We went on a date to a cat cafe

valorousimperial I brought home four of them!

wiz-texts you took me to a cat cafe?? :0

valorousimperial You took ME to a cat cafe!

wiz-texts *what* no way.... where did i get that kinda initiative omfg more importantly!!! there's FOUR MORE KITTIES round here somewhere????? i gotta meet emmm

valorousimperial ?? Shouldn't you remember the cats? They love you.

wiz-texts i guess they were too close to you. i mean now that i think bout it i sorta remember???? but its fuzzy like th ball w that Auriel lady

valorousimperial Their names are Mushik, Halmim, Romila, and Vessin.

wiz-texts that sounds bout right..... yea, bout right i took you out to a cat cafe n you adopted four. wow your turrrn

valorousimperial My question WAS going to be if you DID remember the cat cafe, but that answers that. What's your favorite dessert?

wiz-texts i think it might be milkshakes!! i only tried em recently but theyre super yummy (least favorite is anythin with squash. especially pumpkin)

valorousimperial (Even pumpkin spice milkshakes?)

wiz-texts (i ate nothin but pumpkins for so long....... so so long =_="")

wiz-texts what is........... your favorite..... veggie dish

valorousimperial I really like peas...

wiz-texts omg theyre sweet!

valorousimperial But they get stuck in my teeth

wiz-texts 0-0

valorousimperial The little casings do. The same with corn.

wiz-texts that reminds me of my next question but its ur turn first

valorousimperial What should always be on a sandwich?

wiz-texts food

valorousimperial Hah.

wiz-texts but meat i guess????? though i really like tomatoes tomatoes ARE the red ones right

wiz-texts n when th leaves r all crispy!!!! they taste sweetish n refreshin somehow??? idk i jus like it im just buildin a whole sandwich at this rate

wiz-texts mmm.......

wiz-texts what kinda teeth do you have?

valorousimperial Two rows of something awfully sharklike!

[[ Several Hours In The Future, Because I Heckin Fell Asleep... ]]

wiz-texts ....fallin asleep without rememberin that you even laid down is a surreal dang feelin

valorousimperial I know, right? I passed out without realizing I'd closed my eyes...

wiz-texts yea i had..... felt like some kinda multiple row thing was goin on. otherwise that mark in my shoulder wouldnt make as much sense also because peas stuck in shark teeth is a funny mental image

valorousimperial Shoosh!!

wiz-texts ha so, your turn if um. if were still playin

valorousimperial Hmm.. What's your favorite texture?

wiz-texts dang uh...... thats actually super hard bc i love experimentin with all kinds of textures

wiz-texts i guess my favorite.... kind? of texture? that would be stuff that feels soft like kitty fur!! purrbeast i mean

valorousimperial Why do you keep saying that??

wiz-texts sayin what

valorousimperial Purrbeast You, uh. You know that cat is the normally recognized word, don't you?

wiz-texts oh!

valorousimperial I've been saying cat,

wiz-texts no ive just heard purrbeast n meowbeast used by trolls a bunch so i figured itd be considerate to switch when im talkin to trolls.....

valorousimperial Oh.

wiz-texts ive been tryin to make it a habit...... well now i just feel silly, ha

valorousimperial ' - beast' is generally lowblood vernacular Which I'm trying to phase out by providing better education. Descriptive naming is a habit that trolls without access to worthwhile education picked up so they could communicate ideas.

wiz-texts whoa. i had no idea

valorousimperial I mean, honestly, Mituna still adamantly calls the meowbeasts, so you do what you like, but We do call them cats. So if you don't want to, you don't have to correct yourself, and most trolls will still know what you mean.

wiz-texts huh. okay thanks for th lesson there

valorousimperial Happy to!

wiz-texts so..... my turn.....

valorousimperial It is!

wiz-texts do you want to meet today? it um. its okay if you dont, of course

valorousimperial Mm... We probably should.

wiz-texts so youre.... youre okay w that?

valorousimperial Yes, but Not RIGHT this second, if you don't mind...

wiz-texts oh um, right. of course so... when, then?

valorousimperial It's just that I have a guest right now So maybe not too long, maybe an hour or so.

wiz-texts oh!! oh right, okay. wouldnt wanna impose or nothin, of course

valorousimperial Hours in the future, but like one: -------------------- Okay, I'm ready.

wiz-texts me too. comin back now

valorousimperial You said that before. Except now I can't say 'the hall between my block and yours' because you'll get lost now.

wiz-texts oops

valorousimperial So, I'll just Come to yours.

wiz-texts alright. im still headin over so i guess well see who shows up first