#why is it here again i haven’t watched anything related 2 it

[o0sleepingdead0o]

Prepared for Anything Pt. 4

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 5, MasterPost

Danny folded his arms beneath his head where he lay on the desert floor. The sky blinked with stars and he was so happy he took a trip out of Gotham to do this. He liked Gotham, it felt kinda like home. But it didn’t have stars. It didn’t have the expanse of clear black pinpricked with dazzling, little lights and constellations.

It was handy being able to pop in and out of hemispheres any time he pleased.

“DANNY?!” 

Oh.

Danny rolled his head to the side to see a few violently shivering vigilantes coming around a scraggly, rocky outcrop. Robin, Red Hood, and a black and blue one Danny hadn’t encountered before, wrapped their arms around themselves tightly. They changed directions to walk towards him.                                                                                           

“Oh, hey guys.” Danny raised a hand to wave lazily at them and tucked it back in place. “What are y'all doing out here?” He asked amicably, though surmised they must be on some sort of mission. What a coincidence.

Hood and the one coloured like a bruise spluttered. “US?” Hood cried a little frenetically. As they got closer, Danny could see all their teeth were chattering and their lips were starting to turn blue. 

Oh. That wasn’t good. He had been sad Orphan wasn’t here. Maybe it was better that she wasn’t.

Hood and Robin stormed closer while Bruisy followed at a slower pace. “WHAT-T A-ARE YOU D-DOING OUT H-H-HERE?! H-HOW D-DID YOU GET OUT H-HERE?! I M-MEAN. . . .WHAT?!” Hood gestured his arms bewilderedly at him. “W-WERE T-TEN C-COUNTIRES A-AWAY F-F-FROM THE S-S-STATES!”

Danny stood up and reached under his t-shirt. “Here.” He handed Hood, Robin, and Bruisy large, reflective blankets, throwing Hood off from his rant.

“. . .wha. . .” Bruisy said. The vigilantes seemed slightly confused, but didn’t hesitate to unfold them and throw them around their shoulders.

“So?” Danny raised an eyebrow.

“Our p-plane w-wrecked.” Robin grumbled venomously.

“. . .and ex-exploded.” Hood added.

Danny hummed sympathetically. 

Robin opened his mouth again. “How are you—“

“Have you contacted. . um. . . your associates?” Danny wasn’t really sure what the vigilantes called each other or what their relations were like, but they acted like teammates. They should help each other out when things like this happened, right?

Bruise sighed. “N-no signal.” The man seemed particularly tired and out a little out of it. That really wasn’t good.

“A-and all the s-supers are o-off planet.”

“The what are where? Nevermind.” Danny waved his hand dismissively and reached over his shoulder. He ducked his head a little as he withdrew a three foot metal rod from the back of his shirt.

“Uhhhh. . .” Bruise said.

Danny pulled another rod from a sleeve and a third from his pant leg.

“H-how, dude, j-just. . .just w-why?” Hood said.

Danny didn’t answer and reached underneath the back of his shirt to pull out a fourth. He stuck them in the ground straight up, making a square.

“W-what are y-you d-doing?” Robin asked.

“Building a cell tower.” Danny said and reached into his other pant leg, taking out another rod. And another. From his pocket, he pulled out a screwdriver and some screws.

“. . .N-nothing a-about you makes-s s-sense.” Hood commented.

Danny snorted.

“Y-you’re n-n-not aff-ffected by the c-cold. W-why?” Robin’s eyes narrowed at him.

“Uhhhhh. . .” Danny attached more rods together and screwed some screws. “I, uh. . .I was working out. Warmed me up a lot.” He lied. He knew it was bad. He was still going to drive it into the ground if they questioned it. “And I haven’t been here that long.”

Danny fished a large spool of wire from his back pocket and a pair of pliers from the other.

Robin watched him do it. He stared at him for a long moment, his eyes narrowing further. “Meta-human.”

“Gesundheit.”

The reply seemed to take the vigilantes by surprise, but said nothing of it. They were too busy shivering and huddling on the ground, trying to warm up. At least they didn’t seem to be getting worse.

Danny pulled rod after rod from his clothes. He began to retrieve them from the dirt and sand before it became too many to say it was physically possible to have this many pieces on his person. He had to have limits somewhere. 

“. . .How d-did you k-know those w-were th-th-there!?” Hood said.

“Umm. . .I come here often. What if I got stranded and needed to call someone? Or I spotted a UFO and needed to make contact? I buried these in the sand so no one would steal ‘em.”

“. . . W-were in the m-middle of t-the d-desert. I d-don’t think you n-need to w-worry about th-that. . .”

“You found me, didn’t you?”

“. . .”

“. . .”

Dannykept attaching, and screwing, and wiring, and plier-ing, until he was finally at the top of a twenty-foot tower, and affixing transceivers to it. With the ectoplasm Danny infused into it, it should be powerful enough to work.

He had considered making them a jet, but that might take too long. This way they could get help from the nearest civilization while they waited for pick-up.

  Danny climbed back down.

Even with their masks, the baffled astonishment was clear on the vigilante’s faces. “What the heck. . .” Bruise said faintly.

Danny ignored him and flicked a switch. “Give it a go.” He encouraged the vigilantes who looked to be shaking a little less.

They shared doubtful glances and checked their tech. “It works!” Hood exclaimed and immediately sent out an S.O.S.

Danny made an offended noise and held a hand to his chest. “You doubted me?”

“Yes.” The three said in unison.

“It’s a cell tower.” Hood continued. “How do you even know how to build that?”

“Eh.” Danny shrugged. “You pick a few things up when your parents have a lab in their basement for you to play around in growing up.”

There was a long pause. 

“That is highly concerning and explains almost nothing.”

Danny’s brows furrowed.

“Seriously. How are you here?”

Danny shrugged again. “I walked.” It wasn’t a lie.

Despite explaining he had a way back to Gotham, the vigilantes wouldn’t leave without him. They slept most of the way back.

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[imaniwriting]

Could you maybe do drew starkey and reader in an interview talking about things they like about each other on set and off (they’re together)

𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 (requests are open and are being answered in 1-2 days for the next 2 weeks)

Warnings: none

Summary : y/n and drew are together on an interview called About you.

Genre : fluff

“So y/n, drew!” Exclaimed the interviewer once the Cameras had started rolling again. “Hi!” Exclaimed Drew while bumping you making you laugh and smile at the interviewer and then turn to the camera to wave.

“Hi!” You said looking back to the interviewer who was beaming at you and drew. “ so today you’re completely free to talk about anything really set or off set related,” she started making you nod patiently. “But it has to be about things you like about each other” she finished making drew smile at her. “Sure we can do this.”

Y/n said while Turing to drew she smiled and broke into a laugh and he did too. “God this is so weird. I mean we know what we like about each other but saying it to each other’s face is different.” You exclaimed rubbing your arms against your thighs

“ okay if that’s the way it is lets start different, so Drew tell me one thing that y/n does on set that you like but you haven’t seen a lot of people do or you think is super cool and weird at the same time” said the interviewer making drew nod and think for a moment.

“Boy you better not embarrass me.” You warned before slapping his face playfully. He just smirked at the camera before turning back to the interviewer.

“So one thing i love, find weird and cool at the same time is the fact that y/n does not only memorize her own script she memorizes everybody else’s and so when ever we say one wrong she’s the first to know.”

The interviewer turned to y/n who was already staring at her. “Is that so?” Asked the interviewer while raising her eyebrows surprised. Y/n nodded her head. “It’s just that it’s easier for me to memorize the whole script i don’t really know why.” You tried to explain before turning to drew who was already looking at you smiling.

“Yeah but if we’re talking about off set I really really love her mood swings i can’t even explain it it’s just so funny to see her go from happy to angry” he said making your jaw drop.

“Dude, what?” You asked making him shrug his shoulders before grabbing your face and kissing your cheek. The interviewer had left from the cameras view leaving them alone to just naturally continue the interview.

“Okay im going to reveal a thing drew does in his free time when we have breaks during filming” you started staring knowingly at one of the cameras pointing at you guys “drew reads thirst tweets about himself in his free Time!” you exclaimed when he tried to grab your face to shut you up.

“See! It’s out and he enjoys them, you do not know how many times I’ve seen him smile at his phone thinking he was cheating only to see him like thirst tweets with his fake account. He be biting his nail and shit like that!” You said when drew finally managed to put his hand over your mouth

“Okay well at least i don’t watch edits all day about myself like you do!” He shot back you shrugged “well i just admire editors work you just read things horny people write when they’re bored.”

“Okay that’s its let’s wrap this up guys I’ll have to have a word with Mrs. Y/l here” he said as he got up and walked awfully close to the camera staring into its lens. “She will regret ever revealing that”

“See he doesn’t deny it!” You yelled from the back laughing. But that quickly died down when he ran up to you and picked you up by the waist. “Good bye guys!” He yelled and ran with you over his shoulder around making several crew members laugh out loud.

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24. Western

Definition: a film, television drama, or novel about cowboys

Summary: No one has seen Jimmy in a few days and he hasn't answered anyone's messages either, so Joel takes a trip to Tumble Town to try and see what's going on.

G/t: Joel is 11 feet tall, Jimmy is a foot tall

Warnings: bit being pushed too far and thinking that you are hated by everyone

Word Count: 1261

AO3 Link

This is the first and only fic that is exclusively Empires SMP related. Specifically season 2, which is my favorite season. Probably because it was the one I ended up watching live. Anyway, when I saw western on the list of prompts, I had to bring back Tumble Town and the Sheriff for it.

Also, not enough people talk about the G/t potential for season 2 of Empires? I mean, canonically Joel was an 11 foot tall god and Jimmy was shrunk down using a special lore potion. Why did I not do more things with this? Anyway, both of those things are relevant to this fic.

I hope you guys enjoy!

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 Joel flew over Tumble Town, trying to see if he could spot the tiny sheriff. Normally, from this height, it would be impossible to see someone that small, but thanks to the power of Lore, Joel’s eyesight was better than the average players.

 As he flew over the town, he couldn’t help but think of how well it was coming together. Jimmy was actually becoming a pretty decent builder and that was seen in every new build he made. Joel would go so far as to say he was even proud of him.

 He shook his head, now was not the time to be thinking about that though. The reason he was here, looking for Jimmy in the first place was because he wasn’t answering his messages. From anybody. It wasn’t just Joel who had tried but Lizzie, Gem, Scott, Fwhip…everyone on the server had tried to contact the man but no one had received anything back.

 So, after days of this, Joel finally took it upon himself to find Jimmy and figure out what was going on.

 He landed in the center of the crater, nearby the first building Jimmy had built here. This was where he usually stayed if he was in. He crouched down, still in his godly 11 foot form, and knocked on the door.

 Silence.

 Joel frowned. “Jimmy, it’s Joel. I came by because you haven’t been messaging anyone back.” Joel called into the building. He waited for a few seconds but still nothing. “Come on Jimmy, I know you’re in there!” He didn’t. “If you don’t come out and talk to me, I’ll break your door down.”

 After nothing again, Joel reared back with the intent to break the door when his comm dinged. He paused and grabbed it, looking at what had come through. Surprisingly, it was from Jimmy.

[SolidarityGaming whispers to you: Leave me alone Joel.]

 Joel frowned. Well that was out of character. If anything, he was at least expecting an exclamation point at the end. Something seemed off.

 At least he knew Jimmy really was in there though.

 “I’m not leaving until you come out and talk to me!” Joel exclaimed. “And I’m still very willing to break your door down.” He reared back again only for the door to suddenly swing open.

 Joel froze and looked down. Jimmy was about a foot tall thanks to the lore magic Joel had splashed on him. But with Joel himself being 11 feet tall, the size difference was even more noticeable between the two of them. Jimmy could comfortably fit in his palm if he really wanted to. Which, by the way Jimmy was glaring at him, he probably didn’t.

 That was the other thing. Joel has seen Jimmy annoyed and angry multiple times. That was their whole bit this season. But that’s all it was. A bit. Joel knew Jimmy was never really angry with him and Jimmy knew Joel didn’t really mean it.

 At least, that’s what he had thought.

 But looking down at Jimmy now, he was starting to question it. He had never seen such a genuinely angry and pained look on the sheriff’s face before.

 Joel’s face softened. “Jimmy, I-”

 “I told you to leave me alone!” Jimmy yelled, cutting him off. “I don’t-I don’t want to see you or anybody else, okay?! I just need to be alone right now.” Jimmy turned around and tried to go back inside.

 Joel, panicking at how Jimmy was acting, stopped him by reaching down and grabbing him.

 “Hey! Let go!” Jimmy yelled, and Joel’s heart dropped at the genuine distress in his voice.

 Joel moved away from the house, standing to his full height and holding Jimmy carefully in his hand, lifting him up a bit more to see him better. Jimmy was struggling against his grip, trying to free himself. But it was fruitless and Joel’s hands didn’t so much as budge. 

 “Jimmy, it’s just me. Please just talk to me or something! We’re all worried about you.” Joel said, trying to calm the tiny sheriff down. 

 Jimmy paused in his struggles and looked down, not making eye contact with Joel. “...Are you really?” Jimmy asked, a biting tone to his words which caught Joel off guard.

 “What? Of course! We’re your friends.” Joel exclaimed, looking at Jimmy still wrapped up in his hand. He looked a lot more vulnerable than Joel had ever seen him like this.

 Finally, Jimmy looked up and met his eyes and Joel was surprised, and a bit horrified, to see tears there. “...Are you really?” Jimmy repeated, this time his tone was defeated and sad, no hint of any bite left.

 Joel felt his heart break a little.

 “Of course we are. Jimmy, you’re one of my best friends.” Joel said, his voice going quiet. Joel licked his dried lips. “Is this…is this because of the bit we’ve been doing? I don’t actually hate you. Nobody does!”

 Jimmy was silent for a long moment. “...I-I know it’s a bit. But lately it’s just seemed like…too real?” Jimmy shook his head and turned away, face now hot. “This is why I needed some time to be alone…”

 “Jimmy.” Joel said and opened his hand so he was now cupping Jimmy in both hands before bringing him up to eye level. Jimmy looked him in the eye, a bit surprised at his tone. “I’m so sorry I didn’t see you hurting sooner. We can stop the bit and I can grow you back to normal.”

 Jimmy’s eyes widened and then, shockingly, he shook his head. “No, no! The bit is funny and being small like this isn’t too bad.”

 Joel’s eyes narrowed. “Jimmy, the bit is the whole reason you think we hate you.”

 “I…” Jimmy trailed off. “But the viewers-”

 Joel shook his head. “Your mental health comes first, Jim.” Joel thought for a moment. “Maybe we can progress the bit. To where we come to an understanding and become friends? And if you don’t mind being small too much we can keep that bit going?” Joel suggested, trying to make this work.

 Jimmy thought about it, going over the details in his head. “I…I guess that would work.” He looked up once more to meet Joel’s eyes. “Sorry, I just…It was really getting to me for some reason this season.”

 Joel’s eyes softened. “You don’t have to be sorry. I think some of us do take it too far sometimes. I…take it too far sometimes.” Joel admitted feeling guilty for causing Jimmy this much pain. “But please, next time just say something? You had us all worried when you weren’t answering our messages or coming out of Tumble Town.”

 Jimmy hesitated briefly but nodded. “I’ll…I’ll try.”

 Joel nodded, that was all he could ask of him. And now Joel knew to do better as well. He’d have to tell the others eventually but that could wait for later. “Now come on. It’s been too long since I’ve hung out with my best bud. How about a movie night back at my place?”

 Jimmy’s eyes widened and for the first time since coming here, Jimmy smiled. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

 Joel grinned. “Alright, then hang on.”

 Jimmy’s face turned to confusion. “Wait, what-?

 Before Jimmy could finish, Joel cupped him closer to his chest and took off using his wings. Jimmy let out a small shriek. “Joel!” Jimmy yelled but it was said playfully and with a slight laugh behind it. Joel grinned and continued back towards Stratos.

 They were going to be okay.

[preciadosbass]

28/7/14 [draft from yesterday]

woke up at 11:47 to my parents in my doorway. mum started putting stuff on my bed but i though it was just stuff of mine that id left around the house but it turned out she’d bought me some stuff which is really nice. she got me socks [because i only have one non-fluffy pair], slippers [because our dogs hair is everywhere and my pyjamas end up getting the hair all over the house, even after the place has been hoovered], and purple trainers [because beforehand i only had my converse + knee high converse, and they were both getting muddy and causing me blisters when i go on walks.] i feel extra bad about the argument we had last night now.

i was super tired and my eyes still felt like they were glued shut but i decided not to go back to sleep. i got a little anxious when i saw my ex bestfriend was sad so i sent him a message telling him that i’m here for him and stuff. i still care about him so much, even if we don’t talk anymore. i watched a mikey way complication and listened to a podcast with the way brothers on up until 1:20 when i had a nap [im lazy, i know]

i should mention, i had the weirdest dream. so excuse how bad this explanation is going to be. me and kellin [quinn] were both teens and we were at a restaurant. he had tacky plastic skates on and started doing backflips in them? and running on the spot and joking about being chased? it was such a strange dream to have, especially because i haven’t had one in ages. also, my dad was there for some reason lmaoo

i woke up at around 2 and stayed with boris until 3:20 before i had something to eat and started researching a few crime cases. id been thinking about reading a bit of my sylvia plath book but i got in another argument with my parents [not really with my dad] and practically went into sensory overload so i went in my room and scrolled through ed related things on reddit. although i just wanted to have a conversation with them.

my dad lets things go easier, but mum tends to start saying ‘maybe you’d be happy if i’m not here’ and stuff like that, which i have never and would never imply to her. it just makes me feel like shit, she acts like i’m not allowed to be mad. and i feel absolutely terrible writing this, especially because of the whole gift thing from earlier, and i know shes probably just stressed, and i love her, but nobody acknowledges that i am too. they never do, whatever i do seems to anger my mum. anyway, i spiralled writing this and i don’t wanna turn it into a complete vent post, so let’s carry on.

i carried on scrolling through reddit until like 8 where i went on a walk with all of my family [which we haven’t done in at least a year]. didn’t get off to a good start because the second i walked outside my sister dropped her phone on our rock driveway and smashed her phone to pieces.

she was arguing about paying for the damage up until we got to the park when she went back home with my dad. me and my mum carried on walking while we did would you rather because anything else was starting an argument. we ended up doing so right before we got home but at least i walked for an hour today, i wish it’d been more though. also at one point she asked me if i was questioning my gender like WHAT?? why didn’t i take the opportunity to tell her ffs.. when i got home i obviously said hi to boris and then scrolled on twitter for a bit.

one of my acquaintance’s [i call anyone my age that i know that, because i know people, but they’re not nice to me whatsoever, we don’t hang out, they bully me, i don’t consider them a friend etc] was being their usual self again. i try everything i can to politely escape them/avoid them but i just don’t know how. id feel bad cutting contact with no explanation but if i told them all the disgusting things they do they’d deny it. but i know i have to at some point, they’re such a bad person and i’m tired of putting up with them.

anyway, i feel like i seem like a bitch for not liking them, and the problem in every scenario i’ve written about today so let me know if anyone actually reads this and wants to know what makes her such a bad person. after seeing that i listened to some evanescence and i was just about to put on my fight club dvd i got from a bootsale a while ago when my dad said he was ready for me to ask questions about boris soon so i went up to their room.

we actually didn’t argue tonight because i was able to get on with it quite quickly so i did my teeth and said goodnight to boris around 3. he again started purring before id even started stroking him, he’s so precious. also went over my cals by like 60 today so that sucks

have a good day/night -_<

[ladyartemesia]

Hiiii

Hope you’re doing well. It’s been two years I think ? but I still keep reading the Seokjin and omega teaser again and again🤣��

I am doing well! Also. You know what is crazy about this…. Kim Seokjin and the Mean Omega is like… basically done. There are maybe 2 scenes left to write and honestly I should write them. I am powerfully considering it BUT—

Since you’re so nice AND you keep reading it… SO here’s a little taste of what comes directly after that teaser…

“This is NOT FUNNY!” you hissed from underneath your blankets.

As soon as Seokjin revealed his identity, you dropped the knife (and your dignity) and ran straight back to your bedroom.

Okay. Well maybe not straight back.

For some reason you also ran into Jin’s room, stole a stuffed Yoshi toy, deliberately knocked over one of his custom “busty Peach” statues, and THEN ran straight to your room.

Currently you were curled up in the fetal position cuddling both Yoshi and Toad while Kim Taehyung—your former best friend—howled with maniacal laughter over the phone.

“—and you said he was a mafia boss! Bahahahaha—”

You rolled your eyes.

“Well what else was I supposed to do?! He didn’t look related to you!” (His features were rather hard to make out in his current condition.) “He was just a strange man covered in dirt!”

“Jin’s house flooded this morning. He’s been slogging around in two feet of disgusting water trying to salvage his stuff since 7 AM.”

“I guess that also explains why he smells like a sewer.”

There was a slight pause and then—

“So you haven’t smelled him yet?”

“I could barely smell anything under that awful flood stench.”

“Good… that’s good.”

Your nose wrinkled in confusion.

“Why is that good? Taehyung, you’re not making any sen—”

“I heard a new boutique opened up on Main Street last month. Why don’t you go check it out? Just—you know… get out of the house for a while. Have some fun and stuff—out there. For a couple hours—like three hours.”

“Uh… okay?”

What the heck?

“Excellent. Jin should be gone by the time you get back—

“He what?!”

“I have to catch this flight. Love you! See you soon! Go shop!”

Then the line went dead and you went scrambling back down the stairs.

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“KIM SEOKJIN!”

The man in question was trying to butter some toast (in peace) when your sudden shrieking caused him to drop the knife.

He sighed wearily, watching it clatter to the floor with a depressing little clang as you charged into the kitchen—still half naked.

“You can’t leave!”

Jin didn’t bother looking up at you. He just continued to stare forlornly at his butter knife.

“Oh, I am definitely leaving,” he mumbled eventually.

“But I’ll be by myself!”

He shrugged and bent to retrieve his knife.

“You were by yourself when I got here.”

“Exactly! What if someone else breaks in?!”

You weren’t too proud to admit that the incident had shaken you.

Sure, this time the intruder was supposed to be there, but what about next time? You were far too beautiful to be murdered in your sleep, surely Jin could see that.

Not to mention… the thought of him leaving was unexpectedly unsettling. You had the oddest urge to keep him close and frankly you saw no reason to deny yourself in this situation.

(You rarely encountered situations which required denial.)

“I didn’t break in,” he reminded you, turning to fetch himself a clean butter knife. “I have a key.”

Your eyes narrowed irritably. It was time for the big guns.

“So… so you’re just going to leave me here? A defenseless omega all by herself?”

Jin’s hands froze. He was mostly angled away from you but you could see a muscle beginning to tick in his jaw.

Now for the grand finale.

Tears welled up in your eyes and you whined pitifully.

Jin dropped his new knife.

“Please… don’t leave me.”

After a long moment of silence, the tall dirty man leaned his forehead onto the cabinets in front of him and groaned.

“Okay...” he ground out tightly. “I won’t leave you. Just—please—don’t say another word.”

Then he abandoned his breakfast all together and took off directly for the stairs.

Huh…

A puzzled expression settled over your face.

You got what you wanted, but he seemed almost… pained? Normally people were thrilled to spend time with you.

The smell of sausage and toast suddenly tickled its way under your nose, reminding you that Kim Seokjin had interrupted your snack.

You were just about to take a bite when a loud—vehement—shout of profanity echoed from the second floor followed by the sound of Jin’s footsteps pounding back down the stairs.

“Were you in my room?” he asked as soon as he swung back around the corner. Your eyes widened momentarily, but you caught yourself just in time.

“No. Why would you think that?”

Perhaps you should feel bad about lying, but how could you even begin to explain your actions when you yourself didn’t totally understand them.

Besides… it’s not like he could prove it.

Tae had mentioned specifically that there were no omegas in his family and a beta’s nose was far too weak to detect latent scents like yours could.

A muscle ticked in his jaw as he considered your response. After a moment his eyes began to travel slowly over your body, taking in the feigned innocence of your expression and the mouthwatering expanse of your soft exposed curves…

A strange foreign heat twisted eagerly in your belly under the weight of his regard and you shivered involuntarily.

What the—

“Are you eating my breakfast?”

Oh whoops.

[skzhocomments]

Mafia Book #2 - PART II - The Withered Rose - Chapter 6 - Quid pro quo

Story masterlist - please consult it for the summary of the story, trigger warnings etc.

General masterlist

PART I - The Black Iris

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Chapter 5 | Chapter 7

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PART II - The Withered Rose

Chapter 6 - Quid pro quo

chapter word count: ~3k words

Weeks later, Emilia still can’t bring herself to talk to Chris again. It hurts to think about him, it hurts to see him every morning, and it hurts to watch him play with Ivy, but she’s become more lenient.

Still, she stands by her word, and she still refuses any attempt of his to reconcile.

Chris is devastated by this, but at least Emilia is alive. That’s what he tells himself during the late hours of the night, when he’s alone in bed. After all, he only ever told the night how much he misses her company.

He sometimes picks up his guitar and plays something, singing words that help him connect somehow with Emilia. He’s gotten better and better at singing, and it gives him a somewhat sense of peace, to be able to relate the lyrics to what he’s feeling.

It is one of these nights when he is singing Still loving you by Scorpions, hitting chord after chord, when Iris knocks on his door.

“Come in.” He says but continues strumming the chords softly and singing the lyrics even after she enters and closes the door behind her.

~

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If we’d go again all the way from the start

I would try to change the things that killed our love

Your pride has built a wall so strong that I can’t get through

Is there really no chance to start once again?

I’m still loving you

~

“Your singing voice is beautiful.” Iris compliments.

“Thanks.” Chris says as he puts the guitar away. “What is it?”

“Just came to see how you’ve been doing lately. We haven’t talked much.” She sits down and watches him exhale slowly.

“It’s been hard, Iris. Is grief the price we pay for love? I’m in so much pain…”

“I figured.” She smiles. “Give your heart a rest, Chris.”

“How? Or even better, how can I win her back? I’m giving her all the time in the world, but… she still won’t come back, will she?”

“I don’t know… she might. She lets you play with Ivy even when she’s around nowadays, isn’t she?”

“Yes, but… it’s been months, Iris. She’s been here for more than 4 months, and we’ve only spoken once.”

“When she stabbed you?” Iris chuckles.

“It’s not funny.”

“No, but it’s good for you. She could’ve gotten revenge and killed you, but she didn’t. She still loves you.”

“What can I do, Iris? Is there anything I can give her to make her reconsider our relationship? She must know I’d do anything for her… right?”

“Hmm… I’m not sure, Chris. Besides waiting, I don’t know what you can do about it…”

“Yeah. I’m stuck.”

“By the way, something’s been bothering me for a while. When she first came here, she was carrying around a picture of a man. Do you know who he is? Is he important to her in any way?”

“A picture of a man?” Chris tilts his head. “I’m not sure. Could be her ex partner and best friend from when she was still in The Scarlet Rose.”

“Can you show me a picture of him?”

“Why?” Chris raises an eyebrow, but rummages through the files in his desk nonetheless and finds Emilia’s file from a few years ago. He pulls out a large picture of San from inside of it and hands it over to Iris.

“Hmm.” She starts after analysing the picture for a few minutes. “If he is her best friend, why not bring him back? Maybe reuniting with him will make her softer.”

“He’s dead.” Chris sighs. “Got killed in a mission more than 6 years ago.”

“Uhm, no. Seo-jun is not dead. I put him in a mental institution four years ago.”

“Seo-jun? This man’s name is Choi San.” Chris frowns.

“Chris, I would never forget this pretty face.” She chuckles. “This man is called Seo-jun and he was one of my patients. He got caught after murdering two men who brutally raped a young girl, and I deemed him mentally ill and sent him to an institution like 200 kilometres away from here.”

“What?” Chris starts to tremble. Could this be that one thing he could do for Emilia to make her reconsider giving him another chance?

“Truth be between us, Seo-jun is not mentally ill. Those bastards saw it coming. I didn’t want him to go to jail, so I trained him on how to act in front of the psychiatrists and the jury while I sooo earnestly presented my opinion.”

“You’re one hell of a psychologist.” Chris chuckles. “Are you certain he is the same person?”

“I’m certain. However, if you need more proof, we can check if we can access my files…”

“Let’s go to Jisung.”

Chris stands up and they exit the room, heading towards Jisung’s office. In the past months, Iris has learnt how to use the program created by Han as well, so she knows exactly which buttons to click and what to search for.

Sure enough, after about 20 minutes, they’re inside the police’s files, and a picture of Seo-jun stares back at them.

“I can’t believe it.” Chris shakes his head. “It’s really him.”

“He’s still in the same institution I put him in apparently. He must be a good actor to keep up the act for so many years.”

“Iris, I would kiss you right now if I didn’t know Minho would kill me. This is the best thing you’ve ever done for me.”

“Pfft.” Iris chuckles. “I don’t want any kisses from you, thank you.”

“I still don’t understand how… I mean, I’ve looked for him before, but we couldn’t find anything. We were certain he was dead.”

“He must’ve changed his name, gotten a fake identity, faked his death. Sounds familiar?”

“Yeah. No wonder he and Emilia were in the same mafia” Chris chuckles, feeling ecstatic. Perhaps Emilia would understand his feelings better if he were to bring San back to her. Things couldn’t have turned out to be more perfect.

“So, how do we get him out of there?” Iris asks, leaning back on the chair.

“I need you to go get Seungmin, Hyunjin and Lix right now.”

“Chris, it’s 3 AM.”

“Doesn’t matter. We’re getting San out of there by the end of the week. Can’t risk anything happening to him now that we know he’s alive and well.”

~

“What does he want this time?” Emilia sighs while walking with Minho towards Chan’s office.

“You’ll see.”

“And why did he have to come as well?” She points to Wooyoung who’s following them closely behind.

“I wanna know too. What am I doing here?” He butts in.

“You’ll both see. Just walk and shut up.”

Once Minho reaches Chan’s office, he knocks on the door two times, similarly to when Emilia first got here again a few months ago. She gets goosebumps, all the feelings from that day coming back to her, but she tries to keep calm.

What could Chris possibly want from both her and Wooyoung?

“Come in.” He says, and Minho opens the door and signals to the two of them to follow him.

“What is-” Emilia starts, but soon enough, her eyes travel to a man she never thought she’d see alive again.

“Emi…” He starts, and then he sees Wooyoung, who angrily brushes past Emilia and goes to San, throwing a punch right in his face.

San takes it like a champ, and then hugs Wooyoung tightly.

“Brother, I had no idea you were alive all this time. How?! Where the fuck were you?!” Wooyoung starts crying, and Emilia feels her eyes watering too.

She doesn’t know what to do.

Should she also go embrace San?

Should she be angry that he’s never come for her all these years?

Instead of doing anything, she watches how San and Wooyoung hold each other, and she places one hand on her heart, checking if it’s still beating. It certainly feels like it stopped.

Once they are done hugging each other, San rushes towards Emilia and picks her up, holding her tightly. He grabs her cheeks and presses a kiss on her forehead, caressing her face carefully.

“You’re alive.” He says, exhaling.

“That should be my line.” She chuckles. “I was so sure that back then, in that building-”

“I thought so too. Boss betrayed me and sent two people to shoot me.”

“Then, how…? How come you’re still alive?”

“He happened to send a man I’ve saved in another mission years prior, when I first joined, and he spared me. Well, he still shot me, but in a non-life threatening spot, and then he took me away somewhere, put a few people to nurse me back to health. He really values loyalty and respect, and he has this quid pro quo mentality thankfully. I saved him once, he saved me once, now we’re even.”

“Why… why did you never come back for me?” Emilia bursts out crying, but San keeps comforting her, wiping the tears away one after another.

“I did… I tried to come back and get you, so we could run away just as we always wanted, but by the time I could return, you had already been sent to kill Stray Kids’ leader. I heard you died that night. I assumed Boss betrayed you too.”

“He did, but… Chris saved my life.” She looks at Chan, who is silently observing their reunion.

San lets go of Emilia and goes towards Chris, pulling him into a big embrace.

“Thank you, brother, thank you so much for sparing her. I cannot thank you enough. And also for bringing me back.”

“How did you even find him?” Emilia asks Chan, who looks at Iris.

“It was thanks to Iris that we were able to find out that he’s alive. He happened to be her patient before she came to us.”

“I recognised him from the polaroid you dropped in the greenhouse. Although I knew him by a different name.”

“I honestly… can’t believe this.” Emilia shakes her head. Is this a dream?

She tries pinching her arm, which immediately starts hurting. San is right here. This isn’t a dream. This is real life.

“Now you know how we felt when we discovered that you’re alive.” Minho says, and Iris elbows his side to make him shut up.

Emilia goes to Iris and grabs her right hand, squeezing it tight and mouthing a ‘Thank you’, and then she goes in front of Chris. They look at each other for a few seconds, none of them making any attempt to move, before Emilia finally puts her arms around his neck and pulls him into a hug.

He is unsure of what to do at first, but he decides to wrap his arms around her waist and hug her back when he realises it’s safe to do so, and that it wouldn’t make her uncomfortable.

Her body feels the same and fits his just right. It’s the first time they are embracing ever since he found out she hasn’t died, and he doesn’t want the moment to end.

However, Emilia eventually pulls back, and smiles at him genuinely for a brief moment before turning back to San and Wooyoung.

“There’s a lot for us to catch up on.” She says to them.

“Yeah, for example, Emilia is a mother now.” Wooyoung adds.

“A what?!” San’s eyes widen.

“Yeah. I have a really cute daughter. Her name’s Ivy. She’s sleeping now, but once she is awake, you have to meet her.” Emilia smiles and grabs San’s hand, and he squeezes it back.

“And I’ve been helping Emilia bring her up. She even calls me daddy.”

“Who, Emilia?” San chuckles.

“No, idiot, Ivy!” Wooyoung replies with grimace on his face at the thought of Emilia ever addressing him as daddy, and he shudders briefly.

“But wait, are you a single mom?” San asks with a frown, but Emilia doesn’t answer.

She doesn’t know what to answer, with Chris right there in the room.

“Who is the bastard who got you pregnant and left you?” San asks angrily, clenching his fist. “I’m gonna kill him when I find out.”

“It’s-”

“It’s me.” Chris says with a sigh, and San turns his attention back to him.

“What? But-”

“It’s a bit complicated.” Emilia chuckles, cutting San off and trying to push him out of the room. “I’ll tell you everything, let’s go and eat something. Are you hungry?”

“Sorry to burst your bubble, but you know you aren’t allowed outside, yeah?” Minho stops them.

“What? Why not?” Wooyoung asks, confused.

“We had to get him out of a mental institution to bring him here. No one should see him.”

“Mental institution?” Emilia frowns. “Why?”

“It was either that or jail, and your friend here-” he looks at Iris “decided an asylum is better than jail, so she made it work somehow. I had a really peaceful time these past 4 years thanks to her.”

“You’re full of surprises.” Emilia says to Iris, who just bows a bit with her head in acknowledgement of the compliment.

For the first time ever since coming back, Emilia no longer feels any resentment towards Iris. She used to put a lot of blame on her for dragging her and Ivy back to the SKZ mansion with Minho, but now, she only feels grateful.

~

The trio leaves the room, heading over to Hyo’s old room, which has been redecorated to accommodate Wooyoung for the time being.

This came as another surprise for Emilia, as she never expected Chan in a million years to be willing to ever unlock that room and use it again. This is yet another sign that he is genuinely changing, and it’s not all a façade just to win her over.

She is glad that Wooyoung now occupies this space; it’s most convenient, as it is the room directly next to hers, and Wooyoung is able to easily navigate between the two rooms in case Ivy needs anything.

Once in Wooyoung’s room, the three of them sit down on the bed and begin sharing stories. San is the one who breaks the ice, filling them in all the details about his time after he got out of the Rose Mafia, until he eventually got caught by the police after being careless one night. Then, he talks about meeting Iris, who seemed to be the only person not condemning him for murdering those two people.

Emilia becomes more and more impressed with Iris, hearing about how she was willing to lie to the judge and to the whole police force, risking her career and her freedom, for, essentially, a stranger. It was bold of her to do so, but Emilia is thankful nonetheless that Iris pulled some strings to keep San out of prison. With how many enemies of theirs are in there, the poor guy would’ve never stood a chance.

She likes her. Maybe they could even become friends, eventually.

Who knows?

When San finishes his story, Wooyoung is the next one who starts. He tells San about all their friends in ATEEZ, about how each of them lives far away from each other due to the high risk of being hunted down by their enemies. He tells him about how much he loathed Emilia, blaming her all this time for San’s death, and about his thought process when he decided to help her after all.

When the two men are done talking, hours have already passed. Emilia is grateful that Seungmin offered to take care of Ivy when Chris summoned them, and that he still hasn’t come to disturb them at all. He’s been giving them time to talk, to catch up on everything, to get used to the idea that they’re all alive and well.

Her turn finally comes, and Emilia starts her story. It’s tiring and painful to go through all the betrayals once more, but she does so, leaving no details aside. San listens carefully to her words, pets her back, holds her hand, and comforts her, until she’s finally done explaining.

“It’s crazy that we reunited like this.” Wooyoung chuckles after a while. “Like, can you believe it?”

“What’s crazy to me is that Emilia has been alive this whole time and I didn’t know.” San frowns.

“Bro, that’s what we should be saying!” Wooyoung counters. “Why the fuck haven’t you come to me?”

“How? You were nowhere to be found! I went to the old warehouse, but no one was there anymore!”

“You did move to that forest a bit after San’s death…” Emilia adds. “Since he spent about 2 years away, there’s no way for him to know where you could’ve gone.”

“Shit, yeah. You’re right.”

“So, what are you going to do about Chris?” San asks Emilia, who instantly turns her eyes away.

“I’m kinda still running away from this whole situation, am I not?”

“Yeah, but you’ve always been a coward.” Wooyoung says, and San slaps his thigh.

“No, Emi. It just takes you a bit longer to put your thoughts in order, that’s all.”

“But what should I do?” She frowns.

“Man’s painfully obviously still in love with you, Shade.” Wooyoung answers. “Like, the first time we got here, he kept checking all the time if you’re really here. He must’ve thought he was dreaming or something, that you’d be gone when he opened his eyes the following morning.”

“I know… I know he still loves me, but…”

“No, but seriously, Shade. If regret and guilt could take human form, it would look like that man.”

“When did you become so poetic, Wooyoung? I swear you’ve been acting stupid all these years, and now-” Emilia starts as Wooyoung sticks his tongue out.

“It’s okay to do what you feel. Stay away for some more time, forgive him, or don’t forgive him. Anything you choose is fine, Emi.” San holds her hand again, giving her an assuring smile.

“What if I make the wrong choice?” She whispers.

“Any choices we make… take us somewhere, don’t they?” Wooyoung adds.

“Besides, who cares if it’s right or wrong? As long as you make it by following your heart and your brain, it’s going to be good.”

“But what if my heart and my brain want different things? What happens then?”

“I guess you choose which one you value more.” San shrugs briefly. “But Emi… you’ve always followed your mind until now, haven’t you?”

“I guess…”

“Maybe it’s time to follow your heart too.”

---

Chapter 5 | Chapter 7

[yakultii]

@alwayschasingrainbows hi hi thank you sm for all the questions <33 I appreciate u sm ik u accidentally asked on my main but I’m gonna answer them here :))) also thank you for sending ur own answers too I loved reading them and learning more about you and found them super interesting!!!!! <3

1. What is your favourite childhood movie and why?

Strangely I’d never been big on movies or tv as a kid or even now (I want to get more into it now but my adhd still says no) my mum even told me that when I was young she could sit my brothers in front of the tv to be entertained but not me, I’d lose interest hella quickly… probs the first time I got into anything tv related was when I was 10-12 and was invested in the drama of the tv series “dance academy” on abc3 Ive actually met the producer! other than that I didn’t mind a reality show as a kid but then most of that wore off after I studied media in school and we went as live audience to “reality” shows and I realised how set up everything was and couldn’t care less afterward -

If I had to pick any movie that I loved and that still strangely brings me some sort of comfort.. it would have to be the 2010 Jaden Smith Version of Karate Kid ahahaha idk why (well I kinda do there’s lots of reasons but then I’d go on another whole tangent so I won’t) I was like 11 when it came out so I think that can count :) I can weirdly watch it over and over whereas most other movies I watch once and never again.

2. Do you have a favourite book or book series and why?

I talked about this in some previous posts on here but my fav book of all time is “Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine” by Gail Honeyman !!!!! I also am very passionate about “The uncaged sky: my 804 days in an Iranian Prison” by Kylie Moore-Gilbert (the audiobook version narrated by Kylie herself) and fav wholesome series has gotta be the Heartstopper graphic novels!!!! AHAHA again I could go on and on and on about why I love them all individually as they are all VERY DIFFERENT from each other, but I’ll literally be writing like 3 giant essays so I’ll stop myself now!! I will say, while it’s important we consume and love media that we don’t relate to to broaden our perspectives of life, it’s obviously easy to consume and love media that we see a small part of ourselves in and think this has a lot to do with why I love these so much!

3. The colour that makes you happy

Probably a dark green which reminds me of the rainforest:))))

4. Your favourite cereal?

I honestly don’t eat cereal and never really have :,) cereals were kinda demonised in my house as a child (almond mum tings?) but then eventually they weren’t anymore but I never rlly enjoyed their taste - this is such a sad answer but probably Kelloggs sultans bran LMAO. I haven’t had it for years but I rlly don’t mind it … I think it’s probably very different to American cereals cause it’s not sweet … one time I went to an American food store here in Aus and everything I tried taste like pure sugar and hurt my stomach so bad LOL never again I’m hoping and praying that Americans have other food options not featured in this store 😭 cos I understand some of it as a one off dessert but like everyday breakfast omg noooo I hope ur stomachs are ok

5. Your favourite gemstone?

I’m ngl I don’t have a super passionate answer about this one off the top of my head (sorry I’m such a boring person!!) I think they’re all so pretty!!! I gave them a google to try decide which I like most but it’s impossible .. I think I love any of the blue ones!! I’ll tell you one thing I rlly don’t love the yellow topaz cos I’m born in Nov and I see it on everything and I swear it’s the worst one imo like liteeally any other one I love! But I can still appreciate it ig :,)

6. Any activity you liked as a child and do you still like it now?

My biggest pain as a child was athletics!!!! I used to be competitive in 100m, 200m, long jump and triple jump :) sadly I no longer do athletics or compete but my passion for running/competitiveness lived on and by 15 I ran my first half marathon.. but from 17 onwards I got quite sick and was unable to run (minus a few little months of getting back into it over the yrs only to have to stop again) and now I’m 24 and finally getting back into it again.. kinda.. cos my health is still kinda shit but I’ll go for a lot shorter runs a couple times a week and hoping and praying my health gets better so I can proper get back into it.. not to compete anymore just for myself cos it’s one of the only things in this life that brings me joy :) I’ve also always loved taking photos although I’m not professional or anything it’s just been a fun little hobby I guess.. I have a few diff cameras but in currently trying (failing) to save for this new different one.. just waiting for my uni scholarship money this tri bc I’m too unwell to use it to go on a holiday atm I’m gonna use it to buy this camera I’ve been wanting oop :,) I’m a much bigger a fan of film photography over digital but the camera I’m planning on buying is kinda a combo of both eg. It produces images of a similar vibe to film photography but is actually digital so u don’t have to worry about wasting film :) it’s also a point and shoot, super small and can be taken anywhere which is much better than my current digital camera which is bulky and has a million settings idk how to use lol.

7. Have you ever read Lucy Maud Montgomery books?

I was about to say no I’ve never heard of her but then I googled it and saw Anne of Green Gables which I read when I was like literally 8… and as I’ve said in a previous post I never remember what I’ve read even if I read it two minutes ago bc adhd tings but I always remember how it made me feel - and I remember really enjoying it! Maybe I should give it a reread cause I barely remember what it was about :,) as for the rest of her books I don’t think I’ve read any! I love so much that you have a fandom page omgggg I wish I was that passionate about something !!!! PLS PLS give me recommendations if someone were only to read 1 of her books .. okay maybe 2 for now!!!!! I might actually give them a read :)))

Thank you thank you again for all ur kinds words I hope u have the most amazing day/night <33333 I appreciate u a lot!

[ewritesfanfics]

The Little Merman Chapter 2: Return to the Sea

Chapter 2 for MerMay!

The Little Mermaid: Return to the Sea but make it Krexie. Featuring in the role of Melody, my Krexie child OC, Cori!

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53213449/chapters/142192249

She frantically pulls out all her bits and bobs, throwing on shoes and ripping the now wet towel from her mostly dry hair. Varvatos holds up her sash for her—even though he’s a grump, he still cares—and she takes it, hastily tying it around her waist before jamming her tiara on her head. She looks around frantically and spots the bag as she hears her mother approach. There’s no sign of Varvatos, so she figures he must have made himself scarce. She kicks the bag underneath her vanity, behind the step stool, just in time for Papa to open the door.

“I’m ready,” she says with an awkward curtsey, trying to conceal her heavy breathing. As she bends, though, her tiara falls from her hair and gets caught in the tangled mess that is her hair.

Papa smiles fondly and comes over, sitting her down in her vanity chair and picking up her brush after carefully removing the tiara. “I think you might need some help.”

As Papa starts to run the brush through the strands, she hears the door open again and looks over to see Dad has popped his head in.

“Bad hair day?” he asks. “I know all about those.”

“So, are you here to help fix it then?” Papa asks, a teasing lilt to his voice.

“Unfortunately, I’m playing host,” Dad says. “Unless you’d rather be doing that, in which case, I’ll happily take over things here.”

“No way,” Papa says.

“Thought so,” Dad says.

“So, why are you up here?” Papa asks. “Is there an issue?”

“I’m just popping in to remind you that I’m stuck by myself entertaining a lot of people who are all waiting for the party to start,” Dad says.

“Just give us a few minutes, we’ll be right down,” Papa says.

“Alright,” Dad says. “Just, please, don’t leave me alone down there much longer.” He then closes the door behind him.

Papa carefully brushes through her hair, working some sort of magic Cori’s yet to figure out to get all the knots to loosen and fall out. She watches in the mirror, and her mind returns to what she heard. Why does she even bother?

“Just put down the brush,” she says. “It’s hopeless.”

“You look wonderful, Cori,” Papa says, placing his hands on her shoulders and crouching to her level so they meet eyes in the mirror. Papa then returns to working on her hair, pulling it back to start pinning it up.

“Do I have to do this?” she asks. “Everybody thinks I’m weird.” And that’s putting it lightly.

“Everyone has trouble fitting in at your age,” Papa says. “I did. I still do. I’m a regular fish out of water.”

Well…she can’t exactly argue with that one. She’s seen how Papa interacts with the court. He’s not exactly blessed with people skills.

“And if they think you’re weird, they’re worth no more of your time than it takes for a polite hello,” he continues. “It’s hard, but you’ll find your people. Look at me—I’ve got the social skills of a clam, but I have your dad, and Uncle Jim and Aunt Claire…” He trails off for a second, eyes sad and hazy in the mirror. “Yeah. If I can do it, you can do it. You’ll find your people, and they’ll love you for exactly who you are, awkward parts and all.”

That’s all well and good, but she’s also seen how Dad interacts with the court, and he’s amazing! And she knows he’s the one she’s genetically related to—they haven’t outright told her, but she looks too much like him not to be. So why can’t she be charismatic and likable like him?

Once Papa’s finished pinning up her bun and securing the tiara, Cori gets up from the chair and walks onto the balcony.

“I just…I’m going to make a total fool of myself, I know it!” she says. “That’s all I ever do.”

Papa walks over and places an arm around her shoulders to hug her gently. “Is there something you want to talk about? You can always tell me anything.”

She looks up at him, and the sincerity in his eyes is enough to spur her forward. Maybe she should take Stuart’s advice. “Well…I mean—”

“Please tell me you two are almost done,” Dad says, popping in again. “Lord Johnson is driving me—oh! Wow, Cori, is that you? You look beautiful.”

“He’s right,” Papa says.

“Your Aunt Claire picked the perfect color for the dress,” Dad says. “It looks wonderful on you.”

It’s a soft shade of cyan blue with darker blue trimmings and accents. It rather reminds her of the dark, deep blue of the ocean. Ironic.

“Now, let’s get going, spare your poor father,” Papa says. “We’ll talk right after, I promise. And you’re going to have a wonderful time. If nothing else, you can quietly heckle the nobles with your cousins.”

“We shouldn’t be encouraging that,” Dad says.

“Are you telling me the Lord Johnson doesn’t deserve it?” Papa says, and Cori can’t help but laugh.

Maybe tonight won’t be so bad after all.

[killerandhealerqueen]

Fic Author Interview

Thank you for the tag @hils79!

How many works do you have on AO3?

270 (as of right now)

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

2,888,650 (as of right now)

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Wait, We're Married?! (The Devil Judge, Kang Yohan/Kim Gaon) - 1,543 kudos

Succulents and an Overprotective Kang Yohan (The Devil Judge, Kang Yohan/Kim Gaon) 1,243 kudos

Kang Yohan's Relaxing Day Off (The Devil Judge, Kang Yohan/Kim Gaon) - 844 kudos

Protect You (The Devil Judge, Kang Yohan/Kim Gaon) - 817 kudos

Kim Gaon Is Mine (The Devil Judge, Kang Yohan/Kim Gaon) - 761 kudos

I'm honestly still kinda surprised my Devil Judge fics are doing well, considering that I don't write for the fandom anymore

4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I always do, unless they're rude, then they're just deleted. There's no point in fighting/arguing with someone who doesn't understand the story I'm trying to tell

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Oh, my Chinese Paladin 4 fic Promise to Keep. It's one of my only fics that has Major Character Death, which is INCREDIBLY rare for me, but it's the only fic I've ever felt comfortable writing an MCD for because I was actually okay with the ending of the drama. But it won't ever happen again because I cried while writing this fic and I don't think I can go through it again

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

All of them but Promise to Keep

7. Do you write crossovers?

Yeah. I mainly do crossovers between Killer and Healer and S.C.I., but I've done crossovers with other dramas too

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

I did, yeah, and made a whole fucking post about it because the person was really fucking rude and not only came for me, but for my readers and if you come for me, fine, I'll just delete the comment, but the moment you come for my readers I will fucking end you

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Nope

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I did, back when I wrote for the Untamed. Someone had took my The Untamed Moments and started posting it, word for fucking word, in Spanish over on Wattpad. Thankfully a reader told me about it and I got it taken down but to my knowledge, none of my fics since then have been stolen

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Oh yeah, a few. It makes me really happy/honored

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Waaaay back on AsianFanFics...haven't since then

13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

It's been almost 3 years and I'm still not normal about them

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

I always finish my WIPs, for the most part. It's very rare that I don't

15. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue and anything that has to do with describing crime scenes or forensics. Or anything mafia related

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

Run ons, maybe. But sometimes, you just gotta

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I never write full dialogue in other languages, but I will use words, like "gege" or "hyung". Sometimes, I'll curse in another language, if I know what it is (mainly in Japanese)

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

First proper fic was either for Dragonball or Black Butler

19. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?

I don't know, no new fandom/ship has like...caught me and made me want to write. If I watch a new show, I mainly just like...want to make an au out of it for my current ships

20. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written

My baby, my beloved, my Killer and Healer rewrite, right here: 恨君不似江楼月 | Killer and Healer.

It's a fic that I don't think I can ever top. The amount of time and effort and tears that I put into this fic...I just love it a lot. And I'm super proud of it. I mean, I love all my fics, don't get me wrong, but nothing can ever probably beat this fic

Tagging: @sunriseverse @clawbehavior @godotismissingx @fourth-quartet @ahhhnorealnamesallowed and any of my other writer friends who wants to play

[poetsparty]

EA-002 (pt 1/3?)

If you asked me at any point of my life what my dream career would be, I never could’ve fathomed that I would be leading space explorations. My name is Griffin Taylor, but for the past year I’ve been training as Captain 2-3. 

I started out as what my father would’ve called a waste of space. Rotting in a cubical filling out spreadsheets is no one’s idea of a satisfying life. I stumbled upon the newspaper ad by complete accident, looking for volunteers for space exploration crews, I didn’t think it was even real. I kept it, but didn’t do anything about it. A couple days later I got a letter. I don’t know how they found me again, but they did. In short, it was an offer to essentially disappear. To be fair, I didn’t have much to disappear from, so why not. 

So for the past year I’ve been in the midst of NASA’s underground training program. There are other planets out there suitable for human life. There have been two explorations to planet EA-002 in the past month. The ships returned empty. The excavations have become less about exploration and more about relocating the lost crews. 

I will be guiding a team of 4 others. Since I was given the position, both my crew and the NASA team running the controls here on Earth have come to refer to me only as Captain 2-3. 

Day 1: We boarded the ship late in the night. The projected travel time is three weeks, our Pilot wants to shave at least half a week off that time, (much to the Engineer’s disdain). We’ve been training together for some time, so we’re all on good terms. It’s been a couple hours, everything is running smoothly, largely in thanks to the J.O.C.. I was pulled aside by the Mission Specialist. He expressed concern. He was the newest to the training program, brought on when the mission became geared towards finding the missing crew. He used to be a Private Investigator, before getting wrapped up in all this. It’ll take time, but he’ll realize he’s just as much a part of this crew as the rest of us.

Day 5: We’ve adjusted to life on the ship pretty quickly. The Mission Specialist has kept to himself, he seems the stoic type. All the more reason that I appreciate his honesty to me at the start of the journey. The Pilot has been getting restless, though he insists this is the greatest opportunity of his life. There’s more to it, but that’s not my place to pry. The Mission Specialist has noticed it too, but I’ve told him prying into the lives of the crew isn’t why he’s here. Hopefully he’ll stand down, but I can’t help but worry for the Pilot. He’s operating most of the ship's functions during this journey.

Day 7: Our J.O.C. has been keeping in contact with the Ground SCaN team the most through this trip. According to Grounds, we’re on track to reach the planet in the predicted three weeks, which the Engineer was glad to hear. There haven’t been many problems with the ship, I’m led to believe the Pilot was joking in cutting the time down when he realized it would put the ship at risk. But that’s between me and the Mission Specialist. He didn’t really take my instruction from the previous day to heart. I digress.

Day 10: We’ve been trying to keep some semblance of a schedule on the ship. Most of us line up when we sleep. I was given a watch that keeps the time in relation to Ground SCaN. At about 2 AM Ground time, we were woken with a violent jolt of the ship. Then alarms started blaring. Immediately, the girls sprang onto it, the rest of us quick in tow. One of the boosters had been struck by an unexpected asteroid in our path. The J.O.C. alerted Ground SCaN, as there’s always someone on duty for instances like this. The Pilot had to cancel course, sending the ship into an idle state, moving only by the forces of space. We suited the engineer and myself to help her. We had the Mission Specialist in control of the chords connecting us to the ship. From there it was up to the Engineer to get the ship’s booster repaired. To be honest, I was mostly there to relay any information from The J.O.C. and to hold things for The Engineer. “Grounds in asking for an estimate of how much longer this will take.” “How long has it been?” “20 minutes Grounds time.” “It should be another 10, tops.” “Got it.” “You can go back inside, I’ve got it from here.” She turns to face me. “Are you sure? I have no problem making sure things here go smoothly.” “What, are you waiting for me to mess something up so you can take over?” “No! You’re perfectly capable here, Engineer. I’m here if you need anything else.” “I’m sick of this whole ‘calling people by their title’ thing. My name is Tia.” I wasn’t expecting her to tell me this. “That’s understandable, but it is protocol. I can start calling you your name if you prefere, but the rest of the crew might not feel comfortable sharing theirs just yet.” “I understand,” she turned back to the ship’s booster, “Thanks, Captain.” She got back to work.

Once we were pulled back to the ship and unsuited, the Pilot and J.O.S. were waiting for the signal to set the ship into motion again. The signal came for the J.O.S., and all she had to do was give a nod, we fired up the engines again, the booster performed as if there was never a collision. The J.O.S. relayed that we weren’t thrown of course at all during the collision and repairs thereafter, which was nothing short of a miracle. The Pilot set us in motion again and we were off, taking our speed quicker than normal to make up for the lost time, before we were able to set the course to it’s autopilot cruise.

Day 16 Tia has asked several times to go out again to check on the booster, Grounds has yet to approve it though. They claim nothing’s been cause for concern yet, so there’s nothing to worry about. The Pilot told me confidentially, however, that he’s been pushing the speed in small increments each day, so that when Grounds realizes, she’ll have a chance to go check up on it with no detriment to the time. I honored the compassion, but told him that wouldn’t be necessary. After all, that only ups the risk for something else to go wrong in the future.

Day 17 Grounds caught on to the Pilot’s scheme, the whole crew was quick on the scheme. I had to swear I didn’t ‘tattle’ or anything of the sort. Tia was the first to catch on to the language. “Tattle? What is this a third grade classroom?” she teased, causing the pilot to go red in the face. “Sorry, force of habit I suppose.” “Habit? Were you a teacher?” M.S. chose to chime in. “No, no,” he laughed, “my wife and I were planning on having a kid, before all of this, of course.” “Why’d you do it then?” The J.O.S. chimed in, not helping to end the Pilot’s embarrassment at all. As he fumbled to find a response, I figured they had messed enough. “We all have our reasons for joining this operation. We can keep them to ourselves if we wish.” There was a grumble in response, but The Pilot looked grateful. “Grounds is coming in.” J.O.S. suddenly sounded, before responding to them. She listened for a moment, before nodding and signing off. “You’re good to check up on the booster, we have time.” She told Tia. The girl practically jumped for joy, running off to get her suit ready. The Pilot gave me a smile, and I couldn’t help but laugh at how flawlessly his plan ended up working, tattling or not.

Day 20 We’re nearing planet EA-002, and there’s a tense energy among the crew. Everyone is sticking to their stations, making sure everything is prepared for the landing soon to come. It was the Pilot who pulled me aside. “I’m sorry about before. I shouldn’t have pushed the ship.” “It’s alright, we were able to check up on the booster without going off schedule, honestly I’m shocked just how perfectly it worked.” “Thank you, by the way, for stepping in when you did, Captain. To be honest, the reason I went on this whole journey is kind of embarrassing.” I offered for him to take a seat, and also sat. “Are you wanting to tell someone?” To my question, he nodded. “It’s been my dream, ever since I was a kid, to go to space. I was ready to give up everything for that. But my wife, she’s so smart, saw the potential money out of it. I wanna be able to provide for her and start our family, you know? But I’m worried. It’s been such a long time already, and we’re just now getting to the place. Then once we’re there…” He looked out one of the ship’s windows, staring at the stars. “We’ve put a lot on the line here. Your commitment to your dream is more than almost anyone can say for themselves.” I stood, so did he, and we both went to the window. Just staring out into the vast expanse of stars. “The other crews… it’s understandable where your uneasiness is coming from. But, we owe it to ourselves to get this right.” I put a hand on his shoulder, “for her, and everything else waiting for us back home.” “For home,” he repeated.

[sigmashuffle]

I have a question!! So I’m a long-time BSD enjoyer but I haven’t read nearly as much of the manga as I would like. I’ve seen all of the anime though, most of it multiple times through. I didn’t realize until looking at the comments on Danny Motta’s video at how much people fucking hate Fukuchi and his sword. Up until this point I’ve thought it’s cool as hell and he, along with the sword, bring something kinda new and fun to the series.

HOWEVER, I know BSD is FAR from perfect and there’s a lot of dumb shit that faithful manga readers have a better perspective on. Would you mind explaining why Fukuchi and the sword are such a sore point? I hope this isn’t too much to ask. I just really want to know.

Hi anon! Its not too much to ask at all!

Unfortunately the answer to that is best explained in the context of ALL the issues I have with the manga/show so... this is going to be v long... and im done giving this show more credit than it deserves but don't take it that seriously lol I hesitate to even consider my pov to be on par with the average manga reader but ig we'll see how my opinions hold up after i post

And disclaimer: I don't mind answering this but ONLY with the context that this is 100% my opinion (as of late, bsd as a whole has just been REALLY bugging me so im just gonna take this opportunity to explain my gripes since most of them apply to or tie greatly into fukuchi's character/design/motivations/development)

I simply don't want anyone to come for my head bc of anything I say here tho, bc I feel like I may disagree with a large portion of the fanbase but WITH THAT SAID...

***from this point forward there will be a few spoilers from s5e11***

Here are my gripes with BSD...

1. BSD and its "magic system"?

bsd powers suffer from what i like to call a "lack of scope"

granted this could be due to the fact the story isnt complete HOWEVER im sure any anime fan can tell you this story doesnt feel like it is leading anywhere its just... going... (ill get to the awful pacing later)

for comparison sake im going to also talk about The Case Study of Vanitas since it is the world I have the most experience in

what does BSD not have that VNC does?

simply put, the magic system doesnt reinvent itself character to character

in VNC if you have an ability it is EXCLUSIVELY connected to "manipulations of the world formula" which is essentially elemental control (fire, ice, gravity, etc.) based on a sci fi version of chemistry (alchemy, if you will) and this rule applies to EVERY CHARACTER in VNC

its a structure that starts developing from the beginning

BSD however introduces a WHOLE NEW magic system for each character

some character abilities are similar, yes, and can be classified as such, but many cannot be classified

again a magic system doesnt NEED to have strict rules (its actually more boring that way if the rules are too simple) but it DOES need RULES... and solid ones

otherwise its tempting to use the MAGIC system to fill in PLOT RELATED gaps

and if that system isnt defined, well, to me that looks like lazy/sloppy/illogical writing

if you like the whiplash of not knowing whats gonna happen next, fine, (i did for awhile too!) up until the unpredictability started to come from powers that as a whole look like an authors way of trying to write themselves out of their own plot hole

ie: time travel

specifically time travel that isnt introduced FROM THE BEGINNING...

2. Fukuchi and his "deus ex machina" sword

time travel is NOTORIOUSLY difficult to pull off and especially by my standards

I have watched Doctor Who since 2008, before I even knew what tumblr was I was doing my own solo fandom stuff (basically just watching a LOT of youtube video essays) but basically I have high standards when it comes to time travel in stories

Amenogozen has the POTENTIAL to be a great weapon if used in a logical context... but theres one thing the sword (and BSD as a whole) does not follow

RULES

time travel is TRICKY mostly bc it has consequences... in BSD fukuchi gives nothing in exchange for his powers

lets even toss time travel aside for the moment

what is Fukuchi's innate special ability? Mirror Lion... (read below)

its essentially an attack multiplier of x100 at CLOSE RANGE

lets say your average untrained human punch is 150psi (pounds per square inch) which is the pressure equivalent of a point 100m below the surface of the ocean...

with Mirror Lion's multiplier you get 15,000psi which would be 10,000m or 10 kilometers

a pressure equivalent to the deepest part of the ocean (i dont need to remind you how powerful water is... we all know about oceangate)

MY POINT IS HE'S OVERPOWERED AS FUCK

dont even get me started on his motivations too

im glad we got backstory for him in ep 11 and im sure we are just supposed to sum up his motivations into "he was willing to pay the high price for world peace" but tbh royally fuck that

dont TELL me thats what he believes

PROVE to me how you made that conclusion

also the only reason he even dies is becasue he wants fukuzawa to kill him... we dont have any sense of accomplishment for stopping his scheme because NOW the scheme has been PLOPPED right into fukuzawa's lap which fukuchi intended to do from the start... apparently

and this seemingly retroactive decision-making is a problem A LOT of bsd characters have, especially the one and only character i hate THE MOST... *drumroll*

3. Osamu fucking Dazai

oh boy...

I have thought long and hard about Dazai... im not going to lie, after ch109 and ep10 I was about to admit Dazai might actually have grown on me BUT

this was all erased after 6 minutes into ep11 when he was confirmed to indeed NOT be dead

Dazai just *knows* everything thats gonna happen

Chuuya was never a vamp... he knew this... and somehow his ENTIRE escape plan was just hinging on that? bc yknow... hE kNeW fRoM tHe bEgiNniNg

OSAMU DAZAI IS A PLOT DEVICE USED *ONLY* TO FILL IN NARRATIVE HOLES

HE IS A WAY TO FORCE PROGRESS ON A STORY WITHOUT EVER GIVING A REAL EXPLANATION

HIS CHARACTER IS AN INSULT TO INTELLIGENCE

His character is paper thin, with motivations that do not translate to his actions

and frankly... im tired of it...

additionally... if sigma doesn't survive, all of Meursault was literally useless... so why pick him for nikolai's prison break game?

even if he does, it means the ONLY thing we get out of the arc is information about fyodor... as to WHAT information, who knows... but regardless, a villain arc that has been going on for TOO GODDAMN LONG (40 chapters?) should have a resolution that isnt "i knew what was gonna happen all along"

we spent the whole time being SHOWN that fyodor and dazai were of equal intelligence levels... or at least higher than what dazai was used to dealing with

if dazai could just predict shit like this from the beginning why was fyodor a villain for so long? makes ZERO sense, dazai would've defeated him AGES ago... what makes THIS time any different?

also... why is he even suicidal? yeah ok the author was... but like... why make it such a present character trait?... so we can fake kill him over and over? idk

can you tell i dislike him?

4. THEORY vs PRACTICE

I am a "show dont tell" girlie

ALL BSD DOES IS "TELL TELL TELL" ...its infuriating

almost every power/special ability has an element of "trust me bro" ok SOME OF THEM DONT but most of them do

ie: atsushi is a tiger (what does that even mean), kenji gets strong when he's angry (ok hulk?), and THIS JUST IN we STILL don't know how fyodor's ability works... and now he's DEAD?... we also dont know almost any detail about sigma's ability and he might ALSO be dead

but thats only regarding abilities...

when it comes to writing stories using people of high intelligence it is VERY difficult to not get into the aforementioned "trust me bro" mindset which BSD does REPEATEDLY

im not listing off every example but off the top of my head is one scene from s4...

ranpo explains his plan for saving yosano loosely involved "replacing the engine [of an armored vehicle] with an electric motor and playing engine sounds over the speakers so no one noticed" ...and only i can pick this claim to shreds lol (i engineer electric vehicles for a living) but this is so wrong on so many levels...

Internal combustion engines and Electric motors are IN NO WAY EQUIVALENT

ranpo would never be able to power a vehicle the size of an armored truck with a motor that he installed an hour before the truck was put to use... he just wouldnt... the vehicle is too big... ugh *facepalm*

and dont even get me started on batteries...

MY POINT IS

if you want to write some *genius move* at least TRY to do some research to make the action believable

thats like saying "oh yeah i ran out of gas so a threw a couple AA batteries into my gas tank until i could make it to the station"

BUT THAT WOULDNT FLY BECAUSE MOST PEOPLE KNOW THATS NOT HOW CARS WORK

*sigh*

5. Manga Readers' POV

the.chapters.are.too.short

especially for a monthly released manga

i am relatively new to anime and manga... like late 2020, so I am part of the "new gen" I guess you could say so i know i dont have any right to complain about pacing in comparison to like... the dressrosa arc of One Piece

with that said, not enough in bsd BUILDS on itself

it all feels like a self "one-up"

its been too long since any of my large questions have been answered

honestly its rare that any of my questions are ever answered because the narrative rarely follows logical progression anyway and any scenes thats ARE useful are cut from the anime

characters do not *develop* their powers, they just simply ARE

whatever ability you are born with limits what you can do and thats that... which leads me to...

6. Types of Ability Users

the most coherent thing i think i can speak on so this will be short lol

there are 3 types... i think (excluding lightnovels, i have not read 15, Stormbringer, or any others)

(1) natural abilities (ones that can be nullified by dazai or stolen like in Dead Apple)

(2) human/god fusions (chuuya) -> but this can ALSO be nullified???

(3) when an ability isnt an ability (it CANT be nullified) -> ie: whatever the fuck Lovecraft is

Sigma -> ??? (he could be part of the natural ability category but like... it feels weird to put him there)

but... there is never a comparison between these types so im not even sure of this "list" is exhaustive

this is just another way the story is leaving open ways to dig itself out of a plot hole... which isnt fun... bc now there are no stakes... there are no rules... its disorganized chaos where anything can happen

everyone will always be fine because there is a way out of everything

and thats BORING... and for me, downright infuriating

fukuchi likely falls into the first category... but then again he's also using a tool from another ancient ability user... so does he even fit there?

7. Anime Adaptation

rushed

rushed

RUSHED

and i know why...

BSD is so thin on STABLE plot the story would feel like its dragging if Bones wasn't animating at the pace they are (see Manga Readers' POV)

so to try and counteract the feeling that nothing is happening they are cutting "irrelevant" scenes BUT ALSO important portions relevant ones (ie: aku's death)

do all the plot points from the manga happen? by definition, yes... but the nuance the manga has is lost almost entirely

Atsushi doesn't physically throw an injured Aku's arm over his shoulders... Aku doesn't smile upon his demise... Aku doesn't reach out through the fog of the fire extinguisher (the adaptation of this scene was personally my last straw)

and then we have the new anime content...

why did we tack on an additional fight? zero context... didn't even tie up loose ends from fukuchi like...

is sigma alive?

are chuuya/dazai/nikoali still in france? europe?

is fyodor going to return in some way? (we know nothing of his motives, ability, or MOST importantly, what information did he learn from Sigma??? his ability is an EXCHANGE so why even have that happen if they are both dead anyway?) why would you fucking kill off a character like this

WHAT WAS THE POINT OF THIS ENTIRE ARC??? The mere reason I'm asking this question is, in and of itself, unacceptable

we MAY get an answer later... but its been 20 episodes... why the fuck dont we know anything about the arc we just completed? ...ludicrous

Final Thoughts

BSD does not have enough reliable rules in its magic system to form a solid foundation of... anything

Fukuchi is a disjointed character trying to do too many things at once, he doesn't have solid motivations, and his arc provides more questions than it answers

Osamu Dazai is not a character... he is a plot device used like a saving throw in DND

BSD frequently insults my intelligence to cover it's ass in its storytelling

being a manga reader is like taking 30 days to rip off a tiny band aid... the pacing is unbearable

even with the end of fukuchi's arc now known, there was no sense of accomplishment in defeating him bc technically we didnt… he gave himself up... so the sword was just to make him overpowered... it was pointless

the anime adaptation was rushed, scenes cherry picked, and plot narratively thinned into water... there was no depth this season

In my opinion...

There are very few redeeming characteristics about BSD now

The few meaningful scenes we do get in the manga are overwritten by later context that negates any emotion initially associated with the scene

even with the end of fukuchi's arc now known, there was no sense of accomplishment in defeating him bc technically we didnt... he gave himself up

Dazai is the worst written character I have ever read

It is very likely i drop this story entirely

If I seem salty/upset/etc. its because I am. However is NOT directed at you, it is simply a manifestation of my disappointment in this story.

...

And there you have my opinion... in way too many words... thanks for sticking around if you made it this far im impressed bc i am salty as hell lol

fin

[lunarsun12]

Boss Baby

Masterlist

When Jongho has been put in charge, he will take advantage of the situation. By bossing his hyungs around by doing whatever he wants. Due to his spying last couple of months on them and snitching to Seonghwa. In order to get them in trouble and Seonghwa, gave him the power.

However the power has got to Jongho head, as he managed to make his hyungs life in hell. The hyungs has formed an alliance in order to stop Jongho

Will they end their horror from the maknae?

Ateez kids chat

Today 6:00am

Jongho🐻: WAKE UP! WAKE UP!

*Jongho🐻 calls the chat*

Mingi🦄: JONGHO WHY DID YOU CALL US

San🐱: I’m already awake. I went to the gym with Wooyoungie

Wooyoung🦊: FYI I’m never doing deadlift with San ever again

Yeosang🍗: 😠😠😠

Yeosang🍗: This is better be good reason why Jongho called

Jongho🐻: Someone make me breakfast 🍳

Wooyoung🦊: Do it yourself! You already awake

Jongho🐻: I’m the boss today! You have to listen to me. Eomma says so 😇

Wooyoung🦊: You making it up

Jongho🐻: I will show the convo I have with Eomma

2 days ago

Jongho and Seonghwa Private Chat

Jongho🐻: Eomma, it was Mingi who broke your broom. He was pretending to be Harry Potter. He only lied just so you don’t get mad at him

Seonghwa🌸: That who it was! I take back what I said I believe mingi over your brother wooyoung

Seonghwa🌸: Anything else I need to know?

Jongho🐻: Hmmmm let me think

Jongho🐻: Ah yes Yeosang stole some of your money so he can buy that fancy massage chair

Jongho🐻: And San-

Seonghwa🌸: Stop! I don’t want to hear anymore

Seonghwa🌸: If only someone can keep an watchful eye on them while I am away. Someone responsible

Jongho🐻: I am the most responsible here. I cause no trouble whatsoever, leave me in charge and the hyungs will cause least trouble

Seonghwa🌸: Are you sure? Such responsibilities at such young age!

Jongho🐻: Not at all! I love being responsible

Jongho🐻: Also quick question? Can I boss them around like you did 😇

Seonghwa🌸: Sure

End of flashback

Jongho🐻: Finally all these spying pays off

Yeosang🍗: By ratting us to Eomma

Wooyoung🦊: I’m just glad Jongho didn’t tell Eomma about the club incident with Yunho

Jongho🐻: I did. It was not easy sneaking into the club but I made it work 😇

Wooyoung🦊: You little monster

Jongho🐻: Thank you! Now make me food! You don’t want me be cranky when I am super hungry

Many hours later

Save us from Jongho Chat

Yunho🐶: Somone need to stop Jongho! He wouldn’t stop demanding to get him apple juice. This is 10th carton today

Mingi🦄: He is now doing Acapella…my ears!

San🐱: I wanted to join :(

Wooyoung🦊: You got the nice end of the stick. He made me and San to perform a play saying why he is better then us

Wooyoung🦊: Poor Sannie, he was about to cry when Jongho said he looked like mouldy sack of potatoes

Wooyoung🦊: It’s a long story…San simply wanted to hug him and you all piece the rest

Mingi🦄: He kicked me out my room! He said he will rip my plush collection and try on my clothes. THOSE ARE EXPENSIVE

Yunho🐶: Mingi, it’s alright! If he touches your little babies. He will have to pay the price

San🐱: I can relate on the plush collection. I used to be obess with Shiba but now I am grown man

Wooyoung🦊: Grown man, my butt! Who cried earlier

San🐱: That wasn’t me! You are just seeing things

Yunho🐶: Where is Yeosang?

Mingi🦄: Jongho must done something to Yeosang

San🐱: I haven’t seen Yeosang all day, after Jongho said he was in charge

Wooyoung🦊: Forget about Yeosang. Who wants to give Jongho a foot massage plus a mini concert. I heard him singing for us to come

San🐱: Not me! I don’t want him to hit me again

Yunho🐶: It’s your turn! You should do it

Wooyoung🦊: WHY ME! IT SHOULD BE MINGI. HE NEVER DOES ANYTHING BECAUSE SOMEONE SAID MINGI DOESN’T NEED TO DO IT

Yunho🐶: Mingi is unavailable right now, so you are the last option left

Wooyoung🦊: I WILL COME INTO YOUR ROOM AND BITE YOU CAUSE ARGHHHH

Yunho🐶: You owe me after harassing me 2 weeks ago about appa award

Yeosang🍗: Hello idiots

Yeosang🍗: I may have found a way to stop our hell

Yeosang🍗: I am at home all day. I didn’t bother to talk, to avoid being that kid servant

Yeosang🍗: I just told Eomma that Jongho only wanted to bully us and I recorded everything secretly.Your Welcone hehet welcome

[spacemagicandlaserswords]

The Clone Wars 5.02 ‘A War on Two Fronts' Reaction

Rex what on earth are you wearing?! Look what they did to my boy.

Naw, he’s got jaig eyes on the front of his chest plate. I’d love to know the story behind Rex getting his jaig eyes.

Ok, who thought it was a good idea to give Rex a jetpack?

Gymnast Rex! Look at him being all flexible and flipping about like a Jedi. Also, his little grunts/old man noises during this. 

Rex, you did not need to backflip off the tank. Sir, you are showing off again.

Ahahahahah omg, it’s an absolute 'blink and you’ll miss it' moment but after Rex leaps off the tank and just before the shot changes, you can see him brush off his shoulder. Sir, you are definitely showing off. You utter dork. I love him so much.

“We must not train terrorists.” Well, that’s going to come back and bite everyone in the arse.

Rex sounding like a drill sergeant there while they’re training the rebels. Also, hello to that jawline.

So this is where we meet Saw Gerrera. Great.

Pitting two young girls against each other over the affections of some teenage boy. How original. I thought something written in 2012 would be better than this but that’s probably looking back with far too rose tinted glasses. Or the awful goggles Rex was wearing.

Rex’s outfit would’ve been so good without those bloody googles. We were robbed.

Just paused it and the hat and earmuffs aren’t great either. And why is he wearing long socks with the pants tucked into them? Is that an aerial or view thingy on his right earmuff? What is the random patch under the long sleeved shirt on his right bicep? Are the blotches supposed to be a camouflage pattern? Ok, I revise my opinion. This entire outfit is trash. Burn it with fire.

Where on earth did Rex get this abomination of an outfit anyway? Does the 501st just have a random closet full of awful civvies clothes? Ahahah, it’s a disguise box isn’t it. 

Ok I’m now analysing Rex’s outfit way too much but oh well, here we are. What are the random pouches attached to his belt for? Why have pockets on your pants if they’re not holding anything? Now that I look at it, the chest plate really doesn’t seem to be covering a great deal. Why are you wearing 2 layers Rex? Unless the underneath layer is his blacks, then it makes more sense. And what are the holsters for your DC-17s attached to? They’re sitting on his hips but the belt is around his waist and they don’t look like they’re connected. Are they just magically connected to his person? Do ARCs just come out of training with their holsters glued to their hips? I have so many notes about this outfit.

Tangentially related outfit notes: Why does Ahsoka have to wander about in a) a boob tube and then b) a skin tight outfit with cutouts, yet Rex and all the guys are fully covered in loose clothing. Oh wait, I know why.

Ah, so Steela was the voice of reason. Of course, it’s the young girl that has to keep the arrogant, hot headed male in check. This is painfully dated, and probably explains why Saw went completely off the rails after her death.

Really not impressed with Saw. He’s arrogant, dismissive and hot-headed. That line from Steela about how he fashions himself as their leader even though no one elected him does not bode well either.

So many Jedi cloaks in this episode! I love the return of their ridiculously obvious and completely unsubtle “disguises”. 

Lmao at Obi-Wan and Anakin at the end having their serious Jedi conversation while pretending to be subtle in their cloaks. No one is falling for that boys.

“I am hopeful, Anakin. Hopeful.” How mysteriously Jedi of you Obi-Wan.

Oh, this is the planet that The Bad Batch went to in ‘Aftermath’. I thought Onderon felt familiar. It’s decidedly weird sometimes watching The Clone Wars after watching The Bad Batch. There’s a lot of moments that I didn’t understand the significance of and thus completely missed out on. Like the return of Rex in ‘Battle Scars’, Cody in ‘The Solitary Clone’ and Gregor (who I still haven’t met in TCW yet) in ‘War-Mantle’. Things like understanding exactly who Cut and Suu were in ‘Cut and Run’ and the importance of their history in TCW, especially with Rex. Even Trace and Rafa are characters from TCW, though I’ve yet to meet them either. And then there’s moments like this where a planet that is completely new at the time of this TCW episode being broadcast is familiar to me because of the backwards way I’ve watched everything. I’m definitely going to have to rewatch The Bad Batch at some point once I’ve watched all of TCW, Rebels and Tales of the Jedi to fully understand and get all the moments and references. 

Lmao of course they have the two characters that were fighting team up at the end and use the same training exercise they failed at earlier to defeat the droids. I know it’s an “animated kids TV show” and sometimes you can really tell. And yet there’s also commentary in here about the folly of an external (essentially) military force training insurgents/rebels from another planet country and the consequences there of. Hmmmmmmm, I wonder what on earth that could be referring to. Hmmmm.

I still cannot believe Rex’s outfit. The ribbing in the group chat is going to be even worse than after the Zygerrian armour. 

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Don’t be fooled by its name, it’s a great movie: The 3 Idiots reflection

Hi everyone! I’m back again for another blog. I sincerely apologize for not updating my blog lately. I got really busy at school. I got a free time now though.  Well anyways, so much for that. I hope you’ll enjoy reading my blog as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it. Have a great day!

Have you ever wondered why is it called “3 Idiots”? If you haven’t watched the movie yet, you would probably wonder why. Why 3 Idiots though? Spoiler alert! Rancho, Raju and Farhan are the “3 idiots” despite belonging to a prestigious university. The reason why they are called three idiots is because of doing silly stuffs and they are way different from other students. The almost 3-hour long movie is considered to be among the greatest Indian films ever made. The film had huge social impact on education systems, not just in India, but across the globe. So if you haven’t watched it yet, you’re missing out! So much for that, let’s get over with the introductions and let me explain why 3 idiots is a “must watch”. Here are some of my reflections after watching the movie.

1.“Life is a race, if you don’t run fast, you’ll get trampled” – Virus.

A famous quote from the movie, 3 idiots. Life itself is NOT a race. It is us, who make it feel like a competition. People around us tells us that we have to always come first. First in class, first in anything that we do. Which usually stems from childhood, where we often hear them say, “you have to be like this”. Which gives the child a mindset that he or she has to excel in order to feel acceptance or belongingness which eventually leads to constantly seeking for validation and approval, making it the only way to reinforce the child’s sense of value and worthiness.

The education system has gradually become only about “who performed the best” and not about “who were able to perform”. Making it look like we are in a constant state of comparison with our peers. Life isn’t a race, nor a competition. Each of us have our own pace. If you get trampled, it’s okay. Stand up, and continue doing things that gives you meaning. Success isn’t measured on how fast you finished or how fast you got on top. There’s always a right time for everything. You don’t wait for it, but you make it happen.

2. Make your passion your profession

This is also one of the most crucial thing I learned from the movie, maybe because I can somehow relate. Programming isn’t really my passion. Although I took BSIT program, my love for science will never vanish. In my case, I had to be practical. Yes, it is not my passion but I believe someday, this field that I have chosen will bring me success. Farhan wants to become a wildlife photographer but he studied engineering to fulfill his father’s wish. He was never happy about it, but his parents were. Rancho advised Farhan to go after his dreams. I saw how passionate Farhan was. But at the same time, he set aside his dreams just to make his parents happy, which makes him a really good son. His father thinks that there’s not that much money in photography, but he said it will make him happy. This is so true even in real life. Some people have all the riches in the world but they never find contentment. Some are not that rich, but they are happy and contented. Life isn’t just about making money, it’s also about being happy. Those two come together. Even if you don’t earn that much when you start doing your passion, eventually, success will come to you because you love what you’re doing, and you are good at doing it.

3. Aal izz well (All is well)

Most mentioned phrase in the movie, the song is also captivating. What do “All is well” mean? We are so focused in achieving our goals for the future, that sometimes, we forget to enjoy things we have at the present. The phrases, “All is well” teaches us that everything is going to be alright. When life goes out of control, just say, all is well. It may not directly solve the problem, but it may increase one’s courage to face it. Positivity has a great impact when dealing with problems we think we can’t solve.

4. The power of friendship

Your friend circle influences your actions. At first, I kind of hated rancho for being such a jerk and a rebel. I felt like he’s influencing Raju and Farhan to be like him. But as the movie goes on, I finally understood what Rancho is trying to say all along. He sees Raju and Farhan as his friends that he doesn’t want them to be eaten up by the poor education system and encourages them to stand up for themselves. I recalled that when Virus told Raju to write a letter to expel him to the school, he can’t do it because he thinks of this parents, his paralyzed father. He said he can’t do it but then Virus told him to put Rancho’s name instead. I felt really bad that I expected him to betray Rancho. I kind of doubted Raju that time but I was shocked to see that he chose to commit suicide instead. He really is a true friend and I’m glad he was safe and recovered eventually. Their friendship is one of a kind, I even think it’s more of like a family. The people we choose to hang out with ultimately influences our actions and our future. Choose your friends wisely.

5. Learning doesn’t end even after you graduate

Education doesn’t stop. People are constantly learning. Education does not only exist inside academic institutions, but also outside of that. Education is not about memorizing, it’s about learning. For me, Silencer or Chatur was really a great student. He was successful at the end right? But he was not that happy. He’s still consumed by the anger he has for Rancho years ago; he thinks that Rancho is not as successful as him. Sad reality, there are successful people that looks down on others. They think that they are on top, they think they are relevant. They have degree and all, but they don’t have the manners. Looking back, Chatur was mostly relying on memorizing stuffs rather than studying about it. I liked how Rancho and his friends taught him a lesson when he gave a speech wherein they changed some of the words to humiliate Chatur. I actually agreed on what they did even though I sometimes think it’s already too much but it was also Chatur’s fault for not giving any effort to research on his speech. You can still learn even you are already working. You learn different things from different people every day. Understand, apply and make a change.

6. Education is a right, not a privilege

Last but not the least, and also one of my favorite lesson. Education is not a privilege; it is a human right. I firmly believe that every person has their right to quality education without discrimination. Let’s recall when we found out the plot twist in 3 idiots. The Rancho we know is not the real Rancho. His real name was Phunsukh Wangdoo. He was a servant boy who loved learning. He agreed to take real Rancho’s name, give him the degree in exchange for attaining the education and the learning he wants. It amazes me how wangdoo (Rancho) doesn’t care about the degree, to him, it is just a title. He cares more about what he learned. He impersonated the real Rancho just to send himself to school. Then it revealed that wangdoo (Rancho) is a school teacher at Ladakh. Wherein children are motivated by love of knowledge, like how schools should be. In addition to being very funny and interesting movie, “3 Idiots” also prompts crucial issues on shortcomings of the educational system and the quest for pleasure and fulfillment,

That’s all! I hope you learned something and enjoyed my blog. It took me hours to finish it because I really want a detailed reflection. Thank you! Xoxo.

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1.) What did you do last Friday night? Do you have any plans for the upcoming Friday night? Watched a few news features on the Titanic wreck submarine; played Rhythm Hive because apparently the game went through a major overhaul and looks and plays completely differently now; and spent nearly the entire rest of the evening watching both old and new Smosh videos because Anthony coming back is the best news that could’ve come out this week. 2.) When does spring break start for you? We don’t have that concept here as we don’t even have that season here.

3.) Do you have anything planned for June so far? The eventful part of my June is over now; I’ve seen Yoongi, been to Thailand, been to Malaysia, walked 15,000 steps for two weeks straight...the only thing left to do is to reclaim my time at home and rest up.

4.) What is the weather like right now? It’s a little warm this morning but I’m not dying. One thing I picked up from my Thailand trip is to never fucking complain about Philippine weather ever again LOL – I thought it was humid enough here, but the moment I stepped out of Bangkok’s airport I was slapped in the face with air that was like, twice, thrice as heavy. The daily weather made the Philippines suddenly feel like Antarctica.

5.) What song are you listening to? I’m not listening to music and rarely do so when I take surveys because I end up getting distracted and never finishing any of these.

6.) Name all the people that you talked to today. Online, through texts and in person. Mom, dad, sister, the Grab rider who did my McDo delivery at around 1 AM earlier. Oh I also talked to a work-related person this morning, but fortunately I’m not leading the event so I just went on Viber to answer a question she had.

7.) Do you know anyone who self-harms? I really hope I don’t; but at this stage in mine and my loved ones’ lives it’s great to see everyone flourishing and happy and as far as I know, the people that I know who used to do it don’t anymore.

8.) If you have a science class, who did you last talk to in that class? I haven’t been in a classroom since pre-pandemic 2020.

9.) What did you eat for lunch today? I’m having leftover kimbap from two weeks ago! I was struggling to find food in the fridge so I opened every single Tupperware we had in there only to find out that nobody has touched the kimbap I got :)))) Feeling pretty giddy ngl, it’s my favorite Korean food hehe.

10.) If you were president, which one would you legalise first: abortion, gay marriage or marijuana? Not in the choices, but divorce. Then abortion, then gay marriage, then I don’t really care for marijuana.

11.) What are your parents’ names and what do they do for a living? My mom’s an admin secretary in a hotel and my dad’s an executive sous chef.

12.) Do you have any siblings? What are their names, age and grade they are in? Don’t you think you’re being a little too nosy? Anyway, one is 23 and is already working; the other is 20 and a freshman in college.

13.) Do you know a schizophrenic person? I don’t.

14.) Do you have a threewords.me account? I don’t think I’ve ever heard of that.

15.) Who were you last in a car with and where did you go? That was with Celeste and I was just taking her home because no driver was accepting her Grab booking.

16.) Aren’t you excited for the 4th season of Jersey Shore?! I was never an avid watcher. I watched a few episodes of the first season but I was 11 and immediately knew I wasn’t supposed to be watching something like it, lol. 

17.) Did you ever watch Sailor Moon? If so, who is your favourite? No I don’t like anime.

18.) Have you seen the game show “Baggage”? Nope, haven’t heard of it.

19.) Name the last 3 people you kissed and list one nice thing about each one. I’ve only kissed one person but as for a nice thing about her, uh... she’s nice to her sisters? Idk.

20.) Have you ever had cranberry vodka? No. Sounds nasty.

21.) When was the last time you felt EXTREMELY depressed? Why is that? I go through low periods quite regularly, but if you wanna go with EXTREME depression then I’d have to take you back to late 2020 to early 2021. They were terrible days but I do fondly look back on that period as the moments before BTS dragged and hurled me into their world.

22.) Don’t you just want to move out of your parents’ home already? It’d be cool if I do but I’m not in a rush. The average pay here makes it impossible to have your own place in your 20s to early 30s anyway.

23.) Are you friends with a Conner? No, that’s an extremely foreign-sounding name where I’m from. The only Conners you’ll ever find here would be tourists.

24.) Would you ever dye your hair pink? Nah.

25.) Who was the last person to kiss your forehead? No clue.

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Also, don’t waste your breath with people who treat you like sharing your life experiences is somehow a burden.

Don’t get me wrong, it CAN be a burden. I know, I have to deal with that all the time and it’s a big reason why I moved 3,000 miles away from home. Because unresolved trauma can take the form of always falling into problems, and never finding solutions, while continually complaining about the problems because hey at least you feel A Little better. THAT is burdensome, and exhausting, because it makes others (like moi) feel responsible for things we can’t control or fix.

But that kind of shifting-the-emotional-weight bullshit isn’t the same as just sharing something relevant to the conversation. I’ve been there, too. Someone will ask where I’m from, and it’s a very long story because i never know if they mean where I’m from locally (southern NJ) Where I moved here from (Salem, OR) where I grew up (mostly OR, but also 2 very different cities in CA) or where I was born (AZ)

Among a myriad of other things, like the fact I haven’t seen my mom in years and don’t ever fly back home to see my family. At my last job people couldn’t believe I didn’t even call her on Christmas. (I was caught without a lie ready that time).

And yet that is the reality for many people who grew up with abuse or neglect or both. I WANT a relationship with my mom, but on my terms, not hers. She’s decided she’s not cool with that. That’s her choice. I made mine when I left; the ball was thrown in her court and she refused to touch it. So we don’t really talk anymore. And we won’t until or unless she decides somehow that I’m allowed to have rules and boundaries. The outlook of which is not promising.

But you see? I have no problem bringing my shit up where I think it’s relevant or to make a point. And someone else treating me like I’m not a human being thats had experiences too? Like because mine are different that they’re somehow invalid? Hard pass. They’re lucky I ever talk to them again. And if they come back and want to know why, I’ll be honest — you made me feel like I’m not allowed to talk about anything related to me. How they respond to that admission is veeeeeery telling, if nothing else was.

Idk I just don’t like wasting time on people anymore. There was a time when I would’ve tripped over myself trying to cling to people who offered even a glance, but if I’m worth less for having experiences I could not control, what does that say about them? Why do I want anything to do with someone like that?

Walking away is hard. It’s the hardest thing you’ll ever do sometimes. But it’s no good to anybody to have fair weather friends. You don’t benefit from it and neither probably do they, and if they do then there’s something wrong with the situation and you’re better off running while you can.

Note: fair-weather friends and “colleagues” or “lunch buddies” are not the same thing. There’s different levels of friendship and acquaintances. Trauma dumping — actual dumping — doesn’t recognize these differences and will go anywhere to be seen. To be validated.

Fair-weather friends usually start out at the colleague, talk-lite buddy level, but consistently skirt any attempt you make to get to know them personally, or react with contempt to your effort to share negative thoughts. Typically these are people who aren’t trying to be that way, they’ve just got enough on their plate as is. They might benefit from having someone to be casual with but it’s not like they’ll necessarily be upset if you start drifting away.

Beware the fair weather friend that watches you drifting and suddenly changes their mind. People who only want to be close to you when you’re trying to get away from them is a big red flag 🚩

Having a traumatic childhood means you cannot talk even objectively about your basic foundational experiences without it being "venting", even if you're not actually venting. You just straight up have a huge chunk of your life you can't talk about, full stop, without it being trauma dumping.

And it not being socially acceptable to talk about your own childhood is super alienating. Sometimes people want to know why, and any answer you can give them is going to be off putting.

It's to the point I get irritated when something I said is framed as venting when I'm literally just talking about my life experiences, doing my best to keep emotion out of it.