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bts-trash-blog · 4 years ago

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Golden: Chapter 3~Badass

Summary: Watercolor splashes, and yet all that splashed on your skin was ink, while his was gold. Cold and warm. Sweet and sour. Love and lust. Yet it made so much sense..sadly he couldn’t see it.

Pariing: Min Yoongi X Chubby Reader

Warnings: Angst, mentions of depression, inscrurites, smut and some mentions of past toxic relationships. Just poor Yoongi tbh.

AN: Want to know when I update? I have a tag list! Also since tumblr deleted my original chapter and I had already cleared my ask box for this tag-list I’m sorry if you aren’t on it just ask again and I’ll make sure for chapter 4 I’ll add you! Again I’m sorry!

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Curled up on your bed, sad music playing in your headphones as you watch the rain hit against the building, watching the drops rundown your bedroom window. The sound of Hoseok coming home from work, made you try to silence your sniffles as you try to shuffle deeper into bed, ignoring the buzzing from ethier Namjoon or Jin. Both after Yoongi had run out, left with jaws dropped that quickly snapped shut as Jin moved to chance after Yoongi as Namjoon moved to sit next to you. You quickly lost your breath, and your mood went sour so you too got up and left, but not before Namjoon had promised he and Jin would ‘talk’ to your so called Soulmate.

Soulmate my ass. You thought as you whipped the tears that were resting on top of your cheek, a soft knock on your door made you shuffle and turn away from the entry of your room. Headphones slipping out, making you grunt as you toss them with your phone onto the floor, too annoyed at the world to even bother with them. When no answer from you came, Hoseok opened the door slowly, the sound making you bring the covers over your head as you hear his feet pad against the wood flooring.

“Y/n? I brought dinner...ladybug?” He asked, making you shuffle as you tried to fight a sniffle, but he still heard you as he stepped further into your room. “What's wrong?” He pushed as he sat down on your bed, letting out another sniffle as you let the tears start to fall again. Shaking your head, you felt his hand on top of your cafe as you tried to kick them away but your body felt weak. It felt broken. So you laid there fighting back a sob, till it came erupting out making Hoseok quickly move to wrap his arms around you, dragging you to lay against his chest as you let out heavy breaths. “Oh Y/n.” Your back pressed to his front as he tangled his legs with yours, his lips pressed to the back of your head as you heard him inhale, ready to exhale questions.

“Please don’t, I’ll just cry more.” Your words had him letting out a breathy chuckle as he tightened his hold around you, one of his hands moving down your arm. Hand lacing with yours as you brought it to your chest, kissing the knuckles of his fingers making him sigh as he brought his chin to the top of your head. “I hate soulmates.” Your words were mumbled as you closed our eyes, your body shivering as you heard him softly gaspe at you. You, the one person he’s known not to ever question the soulmate thing, the one who swore up and down that soulmates are the thing in the world that makes every bad thing worth it. You were the person who dreamed, and read about soulmates. Dreamed of one day being able to love someone, even if it was platonically, with every fiber in your being and it feeling just..just right. You made it sound so worth it, worth pain, worth the waiting. Yet the words you had just said, seemed to be so full of positivity it scared him. Your words scared him which made him shake his head as he looked down at the top of your head. There is no way you believed the words that just passed through your slightly chapped lips. No way.

“No you don’t.” He mumbled making you shake your head as you pushed away from him and sat up, your body resting against the headboard of your bed.

“Yes I do. I hate them. I hate the stupid red string of fate. I wish it wasn’t real. I wish it was all fake. I wish I didn’t have the university choosing someone for me. I hate them.” Pain. All that was laced with these words were pain, and it seemed to tunnel through his chest as well as he moved to sit up next to you kicking the sheets down away from the two of you. His body moving to sit criss crossed in front of you as his brown eyes stare at you, your knees pressed to your chest as you feel pain crave itself into your heart as you bury your face into your crossed arms. “Like why? Why are they a thing? Why are we made for someone who we’ve never seen, never met, never loved. I mean look at me, why would someone like me? Let alone love the idea that I’m somehow made for them. Like I look in the mirror some day and wonder why the fuck I’m made the way I am...and who would love me. And I fooled myself in thinking that someone out there is gonna love me. That they will hold me and paint my skin with their love, like my parents. But they see you and run away, not even trying to get to know past these fucking flaws. This fat ugly body. I wish I could’ve been born in a world where soulmates were a dream, and not the other way around, Hoseok.” You look up at him, sniffling as his hand reaches for yours that had fallen to the bed, his fingertips lacing with yours. His eyes closed as he took a deep breath in. “Why did they choses him for me, I thought that black ink color was so beautiful..I thought he thought the gold was beautiful on him too... But I should’ve known it was the sigh of rejection. Of this..this deadly pain. Why did the universe choose him for me?” His eyes blink open to stare at you, his eyes filling with his own tears as he gives you a frown.

“Cause, you are gonna be his everything one day. One day he’s gonna know every little thing about you. He’s gonna know how you are addicted to coffee and sour candy, and how you have this love for animals that goes far more than others. He’s gonna see the good and the bad in you and still smile. He’ll learn how to make you laugh, how to stop your tears. He’s gonna cause the greatest heart breaks in your life, and the most beautiful moments in your life. He is gonna be so lucky to even have every single ounce of your love, cause I know how lucky I am to just get the silver of the love you have.” he smiles at you, moving closer to cup your face making you look at him, glossed over eyes, red nose and chewed lips. “One day you’ll know everything about him, one day him running away will make sense to you. It’s not gonna hurt any less. But you’ll be able to forgive him, because you’ll know his smile. His laugh. Y/n, he’ll know you as nothing but the woman who loves him so passionately, so deeply that he knows he’ll be able to just fall into you and you’ll make sure to give him nothing but protection from the darkness around him. Do you know what being Gold means?” His question had you shaking your head as he chuckled, as he got up on his knees and pressed his forehead to yours before pulling away. “Gold..gold is the love that people dream of. It's like watching the sunrise after a gloomy day, it's that hug you get after a devastating day. It’s what your books you read about come from. To be someone's gold, it to be the air they breathe, the bed they sleep in and the one being in this world that they can tell their deepest secret too. Y/n you’re that person he dreams about when he needs to calm down. So don’t double yourself. Don’t throw away your idea of the red string of fate, cause you and I both know how worth this pain is gonna be, especially when you can finally call him yours.”

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Scrubs, the best pieces of clothing ever made. You swear by it, swear by them. Not only do they have so many pockets,more than you can count sometimes but the way they breathe has always made working long shifts easier. You were at the front, your head peeking over Joy's shoulder seeing the patient chart of the day, your fingers crossing, hoping for no walk-ins. Sighing you see Jimin walking to the still locked door as the clinic hasn’t opened yet, moving you open the glass door for him to be greeted with a brown small poodle in his arms. Your head tilts in confusion, as he hands you the dog, realization crosses your face as you look at your best friend with wide eyes as you pull the six month old male puppy closer to your chest.

“I forget to tell you didn’t I.” His eyes slightly wide, dark bags under them as he moves to the back, your body trailing after him as he places his stuff down in the break room. “She surrendered him, now I have a foster. He’s name is Holly.” Nodding you nuzzled your nose into the top of his head making him slightly brack at you, licking your cheek as you let out a giggle.

“He is adorable, how anyone could mistreat you or any little baby like you blows my mind.” You said, slipping into a baby voice making the poodle's tail start to rapidly wag as his body started to wiggle making you fight back a laugh as the head Vet came in, Minho. His eyes move to the puppy in your arms, and he smiles quickly moving to pat the top of his head as he looks at you.

“Busy day, and you are with me most of it.” Nodding you gave Holly back to Jimin, who was greeted with a wiggle amount of kiss making both you and Minho chuckle as the two of you leave the room. “We have three spays, a mass removal, and an eye removal scheduled for us today. Luckily we have Mina here today to pick up some of the other scheduled surgeries today as well. Bless that woman.” His eyes gleam at the mention of her, the memory of blues and teal hues painting across their skin had you thinking of the inky black. Thinking of Yoongi, and your thoughts slipped before you could stop them.

“I met my soulmate the other day.” Your word seemed to have made the still closed clinic freeze as you hear a gasp, and the sound of scuffing shoes making you look behind you to see Johnny had stumbled slightly from walking out of the bathroom. Your eyes widen as you press your hand to your mouth, processing that you had just outly admitted that you had indeed found the one.

“Holy shit...I’m sorry..does Jimin know?” Johnny says, making you shake your head slowly as you look at Minho. His lips parted as the chart in his hand slightly dropped. Johnny's smiles grow as he lets out a loud yes, making you giggle as he points to you. “I know something before that little shit! Finally!” Sighing you watch as he moves to the back making you shake your head as you turn back to Minho. A large smile on his face as he looks at you, his eyes closing for a second till he takes a deep breath and the two of you start walking to the first exam room when the sound of the door dinging entered your ears.

“Congratulations, I feel like it was just yesterday you were interning here to get your hours to pass your tech class. Now here you are, one of the best techs I’ve ever had and you're the first of my techs to find the one. I hope he treats you well.”

“Same here.” You said with an honest breath, your eyes closing when you hear it, the loud gasp and the sound of a cup slamming against a table.

“Y/n found her what, and told your dumbass before me? Yo little bitch get your fat ass over here! I just want to talk!” _____________________________________________________________

“Moon!” Jin said with a smile on his face as you walked into the coffee shop, a smile spreading on your face as he pulled you into a side hug. Chuckling as you slid into your chair, your hand rubbing the back of your neck, your scrubs slightly tightening as you moved. Looking you see soft caring eyes staring at you, his head tilted making you shake your head as he sat next to you. “I’m so sorry that he..I..I could beat his ass.” His words had your eyes widening as you grabbed his hand, making his closed eyes snap open as he stared at you. “He..he’s not a bad person just..I want you to find out things on your own but at the same time I need to at least let you know that it really isn’t it. He was with someone before and she..she literally tore him apart. He’s scared, and when he saw what color he put onto your skin seemed to make his fear worse..just know it isn’t you.” Smiling softly at the older male you squeezed his hand tighter.

“I get it I guess..I..I mean it made me feel like shit but I just have to think of the color I put onto his, its gold. I’m supposed to help him make his life golden, better, more positive. At least that's what I believe.” Your words had him shocked, as he pulled back and sat up straight, his smile growing as he looked at you.

“I’m so happy you said that. I was so scared, scared that you’d hold this over him. This fear of loving someone again.” He pauses as a boy brings a cup of black coffee out and sets it in front of you. His ash blonde hair falling in his eyes as he smiles at the two of you, as you take a sip you see a dark clad figure walk in. Your body seems to vibrate, making your eyes close as you place the mug down and look to Jin, his own eyes widening as he moves to get up. “You..just stay put.” Nodding you open your phone to distract you from the warm feeling spreading through your body, the shivers.

Taking a deep breath you hear hush whispers, and the clicking of someone typing on a laptop, laughter of a few friends and the sound of the espresso machine. Taking a deep breath you scroll through instagram, your other hand grasping the black hot mug. Hearing the scuffing of shoes, you look up to see downcasted coffee colored eyes. His hands dug deep into the pockets of his large coat, his ripped jeans showed just how thin his legs were making you slightly self conscious with how big yours were compared to his. Shaking your head you slip your phone into your scrub top pocket, he rocks a bit on his heel as you cast your eyes to the seat Jin was once in. He nods as he quickly sits down, your hand bringing the coffee up to your lips, sipping as you push a piece of your hair back behind your ear as he clears his throat.

“So..your name is Y/n?” His question made you nod as you let out a slightly cough as you look balck up to see Jin had set down another cup of coffee and a lemon cake for you making you smile at him.

“You're Yoongi?” You ask after watching the board man leave, he nods as he clears his throat again and pulls the mask he had resting around his face off as his hands move to run through his black hair. “I’m not mad..about what happened.” You blurted out, your eyes closing as you mess with the mug in front of you. “I mean it hurt me a little..no actually it hurt me a lot. But I’m not mad.” Looking up you see him staring at you with parted lips and wide eyes, his hair slightly messed up, making you want to reach up and fix it. Let out a breath, place your hand onto the table, palm up. His eyes cast down to it, your chubby fingers making his thin ones crave to hold them, touch them. The fire in him matching your own, so he falls into it. His breathing slightly speeds up as he lifts one of his hands, letting it fall into your plan, watching the sparkling gold color spread across his hand as you wrap your fingers around his hand. Watching the black ink spread across your skin, made a smile lift on your cheeks as he looked as if he was gonna run again making you tighten your grip.

“Why are you smiling? It looks like I’m gonna kill you.” He whispers making you shake your head, the gold color climbing up higher on his skin as the black ink fades out slightly at the end of your wrist.

“I like it. Make me feel badass.” Your words had his eyes closing as he smiles softly shaking his head as you now hear your new favorite sound, his chuckle, entered your ears. “I like that sound.” You mumble making his eyes shoot up, as his cheeks begin to dust with a soft pink color as he looks down at his coffee slipping his hand away from yours for a second as he takes a big gulp of coffee. His hand quickly snatching yours before you could slip it back into your lap.

“I like holding your hand...makes me feel badass too.” Smiling brightly at him, you rest your head against the palm of your free hand as you look at him, his eyes doing the same. Though they flickered down to your hands every few seconds, as if to see the color disappearing, fading. Clearing his throat you watch him shift a bit as he looks at you, his lips parting as he closes his eyes for a second then opening them up again. “Are you a nurse?”

“Oh uhh no, not for humans at least. I’m a vet tech.” You chuckle slightly at your own joke as you sit up, your hand slightly slipping from his making him tighten his grip on your hand.

“So you work with animals, that's cool. I..I make music.” He said, his eyes moving around as if trying to think about how to talk. You couldn't help but coo at his shy nature, his thumb moving to rub against the back of his hand as you look over to see Jin and Namjoons eyes on you. Rolling your eyes you look back to Yoongi and squeeze his hand and pull away.

“I’m gonna pay for our coffees, then we can go on a walk so those two,” You pauses as the two of you look at your idiot friends, “Don’t eavesdrop, and scare us.” Your words had him chuckling till he registered that you were gonna pay, making him shoot up and grab your arm gently.

“I can pay.”

“You have a lift time to pay for things for me. Let me do it first.” Your words were soft, his eyes wide in shock as he nodded, his head looking downward as you moved to the front and pulled your card out. Paying , you see Jin smirking as Namjoon chuckles as he swipes your card. “Stop laughing, not funny.”

“No but its fucking cute.” Namjoon said, making you roll your eyes as you shake your head, turning around you walk back up to the black haired man as you lace your fingers with his.

“Where too?” he asks, making you smile brightly at him , though nervousness is hidden deep in his eyes as he looks around and up to the cloudy sky. You couldn’t help but swing your hand as you left the coffee shop.

“Anywhere as long as it's with you.”

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chaninfused · 4 years ago

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Today, this mediocre blog turns one year old.

And it’s not much, but it’s something, for sure. I’m happy to be writing this, mainly because I didn’t expect to write it in the first place. Coming here, I had no aspirations for this blog. Write and post, that was my initial intent, but I’m glad to say I have found and created much more. As cliché as it sounds, I’ve learned and improved quite a lot, both as a person and a writer. Never in my life had I imagined myself writing y/n stories, yet here I am, and I’m content.

As much as I complain, I cannot deny that this place made this year bearable so far. Everyone, from my friends to my silent readers, made this experience fun, despite the various disappointments of 2020 (ahem, a ruined senior year). For that, I think it’s time to move to the important parts of this letter; all I have to say to you!

First, I must thank the friends that gave me something to look forward to each day. I am honored to have met you all, whom I have spoken to daily or spontaneously. Thank you for keeping up with my sucky person antics!

@luvhjs, I often wonder if we could’ve ever met if @skzwritersclub didn’t exist, or if you didn’t decide to join our fetus network, and I always conclude that it’s not something I want to think about. Simply because it’s horrifying. I might not express it properly, but our friendship is one I treasure beyond words. Thank you for panicking with me over silly things, listening to my nonsense rambles, and in all sincerity, being the best there is. A hundred ‘I love you’s randomly arriving in your inbox would never be enough, but I hope you know that I love you, and I wish you all the best, all the time ♡

@missinghan, I don’t know where to begin, and honestly, I don’t know where to stop either. I don’t regret screaming into your dms that day, although I’m deeply sorry for terrifying you (oops!). All jokes aside, I truly don’t know what I’ve done to deserve a friend like you. I’m grateful for each conversation we’ve had, even that one about maggot cheese or those depressing texts about our dying dashboards. I solemnly believe that I would’ve lost my mind during spring break had we not spent careless hours on Tumblr talking about anything that could possibly be talked about. I feel like I couldn’t thank you enough for everything you’ve done for me; for hearing my writing rants to handling my dramatics to just being there when I send a good morning text in all caps. You are incredible, it is not just a silly nickname. I love you, and I know affection is gross but I’m saying it again. I love you! ♡

@meiiyue, hey, remember when you told me you knew me from Wattpad? That was our first proper interaction, and I am so glad I had gotten to know you better after that. We often joke about it, but I love your love for all things murder. Please never let anyone’s opinions get in your way. You honestly have one of the most unique personalities I’ve ever known. I mean, where else would you find koalas and blood-chilling crime in one place? Thank you for being the cutest and most talented. I hope you know that you’re loved, and I love you, and it will always be that way ♡

@meanhly, oh, look, it’s my keyboard smashing partner! I’m glad you decided to panic about On track in my dms instead of my askbox. Thank you for birthing this beautiful friendship! Speaking of which, what friendship level are we at now, Selina? Okay, I’ll stop fooling around. Thank you for never failing to make me laugh, no thanks to your autocorrect for calling me fruit, though. I think one of the reasons I love the Songless Bird so much is, well, you! It was your excitement about the story that pushed me to explore the world more, to write more. I cannot even begin to express how thankful I am for that. I love you, so much, and I cherish our friendship just as much ♡

@smileylino, our ‘02 line is only complete with you, Rain. Thank you for being the best panic partner (hehe) and the cutest Minho stan. Talking to you is always so much fun, even if we’re just discussing memes or soft scenarios. I don’t know how successfully your Minho detox is going, but I miss your random declarations of love for the one and only. I hope you know that you’re really talented, and I’ll always be here to cheer you on whenever. You deserve only the best this world can offer. I know you’ll do amazing, whatever it is you’ll be doing. I love you! ♡

@lixiefe, if anyone were to see our first interactions, they wouldn’t expect us to become good friends. Yet here we are, and I wouldn’t change that for the world! I love talking to you, even if it’s about the strangest of topics. Thank you for making me love my own work. You make it out to be something special, which it isn’t, but I appreciate that so much. Thank you for handling my self-deprecating statements with hilarious poop references, even though I am still adamantly against them (kidding!). You’re special, I hope you’d know that. I love you so much! ♡

@scriptura-delirus, we might not interact a lot but whenever we do, it’s always so much fun. I truly admire your work and your way of thinking. Thank you for writing the best fantasy to be found in this fandom, and for all the support you’ve shown my mediocre stories. If this were a follow forever, know that your url would be among the first. I love you! ♡

@jeonginks, can I consider you a friend? I hope I can. The entirety of my first interactions with you consisted of me embarrassing myself, from that useless blurb to all that panicking. Thank you for not blocking me yet... I am very sure that without SWC, I wouldn’t have ever talked to you. And while I might not panic anymore, you are still someone I genuinely look up to when it comes to writing. I wish you’d know that you’re an inspiration, for me and many writers out there. Also, you can send me as many Liam memes as you want, I’ve become immune to them (phew). I presume this is called affection, but I love you! ♡

@scxrlettwxtches, writing or not, you’re a dear friend of mine. I’m terrible at expressing things, but I’m glad we started talking. Thank you for listening to all the unnecessary writing things I say. I love your work, even though I don’t say it enough. You might not know but your enthusiasm motivates me to write; all the random questions and spoiler requests. I’m sorry for [redacted] in ‘Row, Row, Row Your Boat’. I hope I’ve been able to make up for that through the blurbs! All in all, I wish you all the best in everything you do, and I love you! ♡

@f3lixlvr, you are the first person I have properly spoken to in his hellhole. I remember our first conversations and just how much joy they brought me, even though I was hiding behind an anonymous profile. Thank you for being the most amazing and making late 2019 fun and exciting. I love you! ♡

@wingkkun, we only began directly interacting recently, but we’ve talked before. Your writing is great, beyond that, even. I’ll raid your masterlist one day, just you wait! You seem like a complete sweetheart, and I hope we can talk more in the future. Thank you for all the lovely tags you had left on my stories, I love you! ♡

@ammuqwer, you are a friend I didn’t expect to make, but one I wouldn’t want to lose for anything. Talking to you brightens my day, and I can only wish I can offer just as much happiness in yours. You’re amazing, really. If you ever have a hard time, please know that you can always find me. I love you! ♡

@p2q3r4, I often scroll through your blog and I have to say, you’re crazy talented. Your drawings are stunning! Thank you for all the comments you’ve left on my writings, I appreciate every single one of them. You’re also a complete sweetheart, have I ever told you that? And I love your love for languages, it never was annoying. Never stop being amazing, I love you! ♡

🌷 anon, I might not know who you might be, but you’re a friend I cherish so much, Tulip. I love talking to you, and I say that a lot, but hearing from you is always so lovely. Thank you for all the asks you’ve ever sent, those with tmi to those with Splatoon talk. I hope you know that I’ll always be there for you, whenever, wherever. I love you so much! ♡

Caeliman Minho anon, last but definitely not least. I’m afraid this short letter wouldn’t do you justice, but I hope you’d know that you mean a lot to me. Thank you for all the support you’ve shown my work, all the inspiration you’ve given me, and all the thoughts you’ve generously shared. I love hearing what you have to say, and I love you! Thank you for everything ♡

Second, to all my readers, those who always reblog, those who leave a trail of hearts behind, and even those who just pass by, thank you for giving my writings a chance. I am continuously motivated to write more and write better for you. I’m nowhere near that, but I’m slowly making my way up there. Thank you for being the best audience ♡

Finally, to you reading this, thank you for reaching this far. It has only been a year, and I hope I can continue to contribute to this fandom for much longer than that.

Today, a story was meant to be posted. Due to my poor management skills (yikes!), I will instead be posting the world-information edit for ‘Danse Macabre’. Please look forward to it!

That is all. Thank you for making these 365 days on this blog special, and here’s to many more! I love you all! ♡

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talpup · 4 years ago

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Summary: Yami Sukehiro just wanted to join the Magic Knights and make his mentor proud. He knew there would be trails. He knew trouble would come his way. Knew he would be faced with discrimination for being a foreigner and a peasant. What he didn’t know. Didn’t expect. Was that literal Chaos would come his way. That he and his mentor’s sister would be at the center of world ending trouble. Or that he would fall in love with his mentor’s sister and face more than discrimination; but the jealously of Nozel Silva who loved the same woman he did.

Please remember this fic is rated mature and has warnings of violence, abuse, sexual tension, eventual sexual behavior, and other possible triggers. For a full list of story tags please check the fics AO3 (link to that at the top of my tumblrs homepage).

Chapter 77

It was the start of a new month and like the first of every month Nozel was awake before sunrise. Seated in the personal study of his chambers, he went over last months final reports and figured quotas for this month to send to the twelve properties his father entrusted him in overseeing.

A knock at the door halted his writing. Nozel looked up eyebrows pulling together. Who could be calling on him? Captain Pyter was the only other person in the Silver Eagles base that occasionally woke this early before sunrise. And the Captain was away on a mission, not expected back for another couple of days.

Suddenly the door opened. Two uniformed men rushed, cloaked in mana, ready to attack.

“What’s the meaning of this!” Nozel’s shock quickly changed to anger when he saw that the two men were from the set of six guards his father had sent to protect him when he wasn’t preforming his duties as a Magic Knight.

Seeing the Silva heir was safe, the higher ranking of the two bowed. His comrade saluted, caught sight of his superior, and hastily bowed as well. Nozel sighed. Not only were the guards an unnecessary nuisance and embarrassment. But they had no idea how to treat him, caught between his status as a Magic Knight and a royal.

“We saw light from underneath the door, Your Highness. When you didn’t respond to our knock we thought--” The guard fell silent, feeling foolish. “Please, Your Highness. Forgive the intrusion.”

“If I was set upon in my quarters by assassins, do you really think they would take the time to light a candle?” Nozel questioned, acidly.

“No, Your Highness. We are truly sorry. I take full responsibility for entering.” The man said, glancing at his subordinate.

Nozel gave the guard a cold look. “See that it doesn’t happen again. If you enter without my leave again I’ll see your hands removed so you can never open another door.”

The man swallowed and bowed. “Yes, Your Highness.”

“Get out.” Nozel ordered, turning back to his work.

“Yes, Your Highness.” The two men bowed again and back out, closing the door behind them.

Nozel leaned back and sighed. He felt mildly bad for the threat; but after ten days for dealing with hovering guards his temper was nearly non-existent.

The Silva guards would stand outside whatever room his was in while in the base. Yet if he left the base on Magic Knights business, they didn’t followed him out. Nozel had quickly figured out and made use of the loophole. Now every time he left, whether it was true or not, he said it was for Magic Knights business. The guards weren’t fools. They knew what he was doing but didn’t dare challenge their Prince. And with Captain Pyter gone, there was no one they could go to to verify what he said.

Nozel understood and appreciated that his father didn’t want the guards to interfere with his duties as a Magic Knight. What Nozel didn’t understand was why his father had sent the guards at all. If this gang hired to kill him weren’t complete fools then all they had to do was watch and see that the guards didn’t follow when he had a mission and make their move accordingly.

As for having the guards follow him around the base and stand outside every room his was in. What did his father think? That one of his comrades was a member of this hired gang? His father had once been a Magic Knight so he knew that there were spells and traps set around a bases property to ward and alert of intruders or attack.

Nice as it was to know his father cared and was concerned for his welfare. Nozel couldn’t help but feel as if the guards had been sent more to annoy and offend. He was a Second Class Senior Magic Knight. While the Silva guards were no doubt highly capable. What protection could they offer him that he couldn’t provide for himself?

Then again his father hadn’t exactly been thinking the all that clearly since receiving the news. Nozel had been both pleased and disappointed that Sir Jorah had managed to keep Yami’s name out of it when telling his father. If Sir Jorah hadn’t, there was no doubt in Nozel’s mind that his father would’ve had Yami immediately arrested. His father might not have even waited to see Yami executed the next day. Instead seeing that some accident befell the foreigner shortly after being toasted in a cell.

Of course Nozel still wanted to see Yami dead, within the bounds of the law. But Yami had come forward with all this when he could have kept silent. It left Nozel feeling like he owed the foreigner his life. Not that Nozel would’ve had trouble surviving any attack this gang presented, whether he knew they were coming or not. After all Yami had managed to survive two such attempts and he was far better than Yami Sukehiro. Still, the thought of Yami being imprisoned and executed on his father's order after Yami had come forward to warn them... It would have been more than Nozel could’ve stomached.

Nozel only wished that there was a way he could convince his father that Lord Vermillion hadn’t hired these people. Why his father would think such a thing in the first place was beyond him. Nozel had argued with his father. Wrote several lengthy letters to him. He had even written Teris’ brother Fyntch. All in an effort to convince his father that Lord Leonidas Vermillion had nothing to do with this. There was absolutely no reason the Vermillion patriarch would do such a thing.

Like any good family, Nozel’s parents had produced what was commonly called an heir and a spare. While Solid was seven years his junior and lacking in many ways; he was a Silva and therefore capable of rising to any challenge. Added to that, his father was young enough marry and see another son produced to act as spare to Solid if he should die at the hands of these hired killers. With that being the case there was no way this was done in an attempt to reduce House Silva and raise House Vermillion in the line of succession.

Even then Lord Leonidas never would have done such a thing. When the perpetrator was discovered. And they would be discovered. It would ruin more than the person and their House. It would destroy anyone distantly related to them. Hiring these people might not have been an attempt at regicide. But as far as Nozel’s father, King Agustus, and Sir Jorah were concerned, it was close enough. This was an attempt on Nathyn Silva’s heir. Lord Silva was second to the King which effectively made Nozel third. Lord Leonidas wouldn’t chance the consequences that would come from hiring people to kill him.

More concerned with finding out who had truly hired these people and why. Nozel had wracked his mind trying to figure out who would be bold and aggrieved enough to do such a thing. It was difficult considering he didn’t know all of his father's dealings. And it became all the harder when Fuegoleon mentioned that the person who made the hired could be looking to get back at Nozel himself and not his father.

At least they had a proper and perfect sketch of Cin’s likeness and the thee men he and Fuegoleon had seen assisting the man. Advisor Ellara’s memory magic and some other Investigations Mage had proved invaluable in that. The images of the four men had been sent out to every Magic Knight, Sentry, and Investigations Mage. Every city and town in the Clover Kingdom had the four men's images displayed in their town hall and market, as well as in every bar and gambling den. The reward his father had ordered put on the pages was probably enough to entice Cin’s most loyal followers to turn him over. Nozel doubted his father had paid half the offered amount to the two groups he had hired to kill Yami.

Nozel’s lips thinned into a line at that thought. His father might not show his love in word or physical affection; but he did care in his own way. The reward offered for the four men. The guards he had sent. His fury when he had been told of all this. The way he aggressively set about trying to find both the person who had done the hiring and the hired gang. It all proved to Nozel that his father did indeed care about him. Either that, or his father saw all this as a slight against himself and was furious someone thought so little of him as to dare to threaten the life of his son and heir.

77.2

Breakfast done, Teris got up from the dining table.

Yami lifted his head. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“To clear my plate.” Teris said, moving to do just that.

Tobin gave his friend a quizzical look. Yami wasn’t the clingy type. And he was smart enough to know that his stern tone would irritate Teris. Was he purposefully looking to start a fight with her?

“Don’t get smart with me. Where are you going?” Yami called after her.

“Relax man.” Tobin told.

Ignoring Tobin, Yami got to his feet and followed Teris to the kitchens.

Looking over at Gendry, Tobin asked. “Do you know what that was about?”

Gendry shook his head and went back to eating his breakfast.

Reaching the kitchen worktable Teris spun around. “You’re following me now?”

“I don’t like being ignored.” Yami told.

“Fine.” Teris snapped. “What do you want?”

“I want to know where you’re headed.” Yami said.

“Why? You have plans for us?” Teris asked.

Yami gave a shrug and tempted. “I could. If you want.”

Teris looked at him. She knew full well what he was doing, yet was tempted nonetheless. She shook her head. “No.” She told herself as much as him. “I already have plans.”

“And those are?” Yami asked.

Teris sighed in frustration. “I don’t see why you’re so worried. We’ve faced far worse than your old friend and his gang of thugs. Do remember the Agents of Chaos? What we went through?”

Yami stared, unblinking.

“You said it yourself.” She went on. “You beat this guy down in the past. Said you could do it again. I don’t see why I’m required to have someone with me when I leave the property. Or why you’re readily going along with it. It hardly seems fair. Especially when the same it’s required for you.”

“I beat Cin and Damon, not an entire gang. As for why I don’t need escort. I already gave him my answer. He won’t come bugging me again. You on the other hand...” Yami stepped to her, hand reaching for her waist.

Teris turned and stepped away. Yami gritted his teeth, hand closing and falling to his side.

“You could be used to get to Nozel.” Yami said. He hated having to acknowledge Nozel’s tie to her almost as much as he hated Teris spitefully denying him.

“I can take care of myself.” Teris said.

“I know you can.”

She turned back around and questioned. “Then why the worry?”

“I told you.” Yami said.

“I’m just as capable as you are. I out ranked you for a time. Remember?”

“Teris. Don’t be silly.”

Teris placed a hand to her chest, temper and voice rising. “So now I’m incompetent, weak, and silly?”

“No one called you weak or incompetent.”

“But I am silly?”

“You are right now.” Yami snapped, his own temper rising. Why was she being so difficult? Didn’t she realize the possible danger this put her in? He was just looking out for her.

Teris glared, arms crossed. “You can be a real ass sometimes.”

Yami ground his teeth, silencing an arguing retort. He didn’t want to fight with her; but it seemed that was exactly what she was looking for.

Teris made for the stairs that led up to the dining hall.

Yami followed at her heels. “Teris.”

“Back off.” Teris snapped without turning back. She went to the serving table and opened up a cloth placing a couple sweet breads on top and tying it up.

Yami watched her head for the door. “I mean it, Teris.”

“I said back off!” Teris told, looking over her shoulder at him. She bumped into Jax who was entering the dining hall.

Jax looked from Teris to Yami and back. “What’s this?”

Guilty, Teris tried to avoid her Captain's gaze.

Seeing the cloth package Teris held, Jax raised an eyebrow. “Going somewhere?”

“Just into town.” Teris told as if it were nothing. Which it totally should have been.

“Which town?” Jax questioned.

Teris’ faced twitched.

Jax stared. Did Teris think he didn’t know all the tricks? He had been Captain for nine years. Heck, he had come up with several tricks himself back in the day. It was somewhat insulting Teris even dared such a lame attempt.

Taking a breath, Jax quietly told her. “And after I was kind enough to discuss it with you at length before making the order.”

Teris lowered her head.

“Or maybe you got word that this mess is over. Did you?” Jax asked, sure she hadn’t.

Teris shook her head.

“Then unless you want to find yourself stuck here without any chance of leaving until the mess is over I recommend you obey.” Jax told. He looked passed her and at his squad seated at long wooden table. “Venice. Bran. Go into town with Teris.” He looked back down at Teris, voice turning quiet again. “You are not to leave their sight. Understood.”

Teris looked away and muttered. “This is stupid--”

Jax cut her off, voice raising in volume. “Understood.”

“Yes, sir.” Teris clipped, glaring at a distant wall.

“What’s going on, Captain?” Venice asked, she and Bran stepping beside Teris.

“I already told you. Go with Teris into town.”

“This those Chaos guys again?” Bran asked.

“Are all of you incapable of obeying basic commands? Just do as I say.” Jax told.

Bran ducked his head. “Yes, sir.”

Jax stepped out of their way. “Off with you. Be back before lunch.”

Yami sighed when Teris didn’t so much as look back at him. He didn’t like her leaving while still angry at him. But she would be back soon enough and they would fix it.

77.3

While Cin hadn’t been sure if Yami would take him up on his offer despite the sizable sum he had tempted Yami with. Cin had never imagined Yami would snitch. It was disappointing. It certainly made things far more difficult. But more than that it was a betrayal of their friendship.

Sure Yami had attacked him and told him their ties were cut. But this was different. They didn’t need to have a ties for any sense of loyalty to continue. In going to his superiors and warning them of the order put on the Silva heir Yami had broken the word he had given Cin all those years ago. Yami had further broken Cin’s trust by giving the authorities his description. Now his face was plastered everywhere. He and his way of life was ruined in the Clover Kingdom. He had already had to hide away from lesser members of his gang because of the price put out for him. After this job Cin would have to move to one of the other three kingdoms and begin anew, taking whatever trusted followers of his that were willing of come along.

Cin wanted to get Yami back for the betrayal. But with the pressure of having his image posted in every bar and town square, along with the crazy reward for his capture. He needed to get this job done as quickly as possible and move on. He would just have to come back, possibly years later, and seek vengeance on Yami Sukehiro.

Or so he had thought. Thanks to his right hand and closest friend, it had been discovered that Nozel Silva’s Intended was the same woman from the bar. The woman Yami had been so protective of. Teris Nova. A royal who had willfully chosen to become a member of the worst squad of the Magic Knights order. And a kind and generous creature of habit.

Cin watched Teris walk down a street with two fellow Magic Knights. The information Stehen had acquired was clearly accurate. Teris carried a fabric parcel and was headed to an alley where a pair of urchins lived just as his second had said.

Cin hadn’t asked the kids to do anything they or the Magic Knights would suspect as bad or dangerous. He had simply told them to give Teris the ribbon bracelet he provided and make sure she put it on. Easy and benign enough. Especially when a coin was offered to the kids as payment for such an easy task.

Someone passed. Cin stepped deeper into the shadows of the side street. Pulling the hood of his cloak higher to better shield his face, he continued to watch the Magic Knights across the street.

77.3.2

“So this is where the extra sweets disappear to.” Venice said, walking beside Teris.

“Just a couple every the first of every month.” Teris replied.

Venice rolled her eyes. “You’re too kind.”

“How can you make that sound like a bad thing?” Bran said.

Venice shrugged a shoulder. “Easy enough.”

“Well I think it’s admirable.” Bran said.

Teris looked away in a mix of embarrassment and shame. Sure she brought treats to the kids and assisted when their pride allowed her to. But the reason she started doing it wasn’t completely noble. Magic Knights Captains, and even Vice Captain's were known to have informants on the streets. That went doubly so for someone like Commander Greywright. If Teris wanted to be a useful Vice Captain to Jax, and have a chance at making Knights Commander she needed to have her own share of informants.

“You two stay here while I drop these off.” Teris said. Jax had said she wasn’t to leave their sight. He didn’t say anything about staying by their side. It wasn’t as if she were bending the rules for the heck of it. The kids were skittish. Besides, she would be but ten meters away at most.

“You still haven’t told us why Jax ordered us to come with you.” Venice said, sure that it was for Teris’ protection.

“But I already told you that the reason was stupid and they’re overreacting.” Teris said.

“That doesn’t sound like something Captain Jax or Yami would do.” Bran said.

Teris turned to him. “What do you know Small Potato? Now stay. Or do I have to pull rank and make it an order?”

Venice leaned against the wall of the alleys entrance and crossed her arms. Satisfied, Teris made her way to the kids crate home. She knocked on the exterior wall of the structure the wooden box sat up against and waited.

A head stuck out. “You’re late.”

“And you’re filthy. What of it?” Teris shot back playfully. Her heart squeezing at the truth of it.

Venice watched her friend interact with the two ragamuffins and grumbled. “Don’t know why she bothers. It’s not like she’s making a difference. This town alone has dozens more just like those two.”

“Look at those kids and tell me she’s not making a difference in their lives.” Bran said, the sight of the kids making him miss his younger siblings.

Venice watched the two kids eat their treat. One inhaled the sweet bread, while the other savored it. Teris stood before the kids listening attentively as they chattered. Occasionally she appeared to ask a question or admonish them.

“Big softy.” Venice huffed.

After a while Teris waved at the kids and returned to her friend’s side. “See. That didn’t take long.. And I’m as safe as I ever was.”

Venice noted an added bracelet around Teris’ left wrist where she wore the one Zara’s kid had sent. “What’s that?”

Teris smiled fondly at the thin ribbon. “A gift from the kids.”

“That’s nice.” Bran smiled in return.

“Probably has lice and fleas.” Venice pushed away from the wall and led the way out of the alley.

Teris followed. “I don’t get you. Why are you so sour about a couple of kids? Jealous?”

Venice looked back at her. “No.”

Teris laughed. Entering the main street, she teased. “That’s it. Isn’t--” Someone bumped into her. Teris felt a hand grip and steady her. At least that was what she had thought the person was doing.

“Teris.” Bran reached for her.

“Teris!” Venice yelled.

Teris and the man holding her disappeared.

77.4

Teris woke up with a splitting headache. Her face itched where blood from a gash on her temple had dripped and dried.

“Ah, good. You’re awake.”

Teris pulled her head back even as the speaker brought his face closer to hers. She instantly recognized him as the man Yami had been speaking with at the bar. The one hired to kill Nozel. Her eyes hardened.

“Cin.” Teris sneered.

“You know my name. But of course you do. I have to know, did Yami tell everything right away? Of did he mull over his betrayal?”

Teris looked passed him, taking in her surroundings. She hadn’t gotten a good look of the place before she was knocked out. But it didn’t appear as if she had been moved. Only tied up.

Teris turned her eyes back on Cin. “Got a magic negating mage on your team or something?” It disturbed her that she was unable to access her magic. Between the encounters with Calen, being locked in a mana blocked cell in the Diamond Kingdom, and now this she wondered if this horrible trend was some type of curse.

Cin stepped back, eyes dancing with amusement. “Or something. You can thank your urchin friends for that.”

Cin smiled, watching her change in expression as understanding dawned. Teris glanced up at her bound hands.

“Clever girl.” Cin praised. “Although that hint was quite the giveaway. I must admit, catching you was far easier than expected. A charmed bracelet to bottle your mana and coin to a couple urchins to put it on you. Has no one ever warned you such compassion and charity would leave you exposed and venerable? Surely Yami has having spent several years on the streets himself. If he hasn’t he’s done you a disservice not telling you how real life works, Princess. Or are you simply too proud and stubborn to heed such advice?”

Teris glared at her captor.

Cin smirked at her futile anger. “In any case. So long as that thing is around your wrist, my charm magic will hold and your mana will build up within with no way of release. Rendering your magic useless. A pity too since I was interested in seeing your light magic in action. I remember three years ago that the entire kingdom was a buzz. Everywhere I went, all I heard was people talking about how a light and dark magic user had nearly destroyed half of Castle City during the Magic Knights Entrance Exam. Little did I know the dark magic user was my good old friend, Yami.”

Teris tugged at her bonds. If she could just loosen the bindings enough to reach the ribbon bracelet and tear it off. “What’s the play here?”

“Play?” Cin echoed

“You were hired to kill Nozel. What does that have to do with me?”

“You mean other than your being his Intended?”

Teris scoffed, tired arms letting her toes bear most of her weight. Feeling heated, she breathed through her mouth. “Yami was right. You are impatient and don’t do your homework. Nozel’s parents and mine may have intended us to wed. But Nozel and I hate each other.”

Cin smiled, wryly. “Is that so?”

“He would never put himself at risk to help me. Nor I him.” Teris told.

Cin tisked. “A shame.”

“For you I suppose, if you’re looking to get to Nozel through me.” Teris said.

“So I should cut my losses and just let you go then.” Cin said, playing her game.

“I’d certainly be for that. But I doubt you will.” Teris said.

“You would be correct.”

“What I can do is take you to him.” Teris offered.

“You would take me to your Intended?” Cin questioned.

Her hate for that word meant she hardly needed to act. “Told you. I hate him. If he’s dead then I don’t need to refuse the order to marry him.”

“So I’d be doing you a favor killing him.” Cin said.

“You’ve abducted and are keeping me against my will. I’d call it more of an apology than a favor.”

Cin chuckled. “Even magic-less and at my mercy you got a mouth on you.”

If she could get Cin to agree and get out of this dimensional space Yami would be able to sense her mana. She could slowly lead Cin to Nozel, giving Yami and the Black Bulls enough time to get to her and help.

Cin had to admit the offer was tempting. Especially since he knew she couldn’t take off the charmed bracelet even if her hands were free to try. It was a good second option if his plan didn’t pan out.

Smiling at her, Cin gave a wink. “Why don’t we table that and see if either man accepts my invitation first.”

Teris’ eyebrows pulled together. “Either man? What invitation?”

“I sent Yami and Nozel a message informing them I had you. Their instructions were to come to the location alone. I have people watching and waiting there now. If they show they will be brought near enough to where we are for my Spatial Mage to bring into this space so we can continue undisturbed.”

Heart hammering in her chest, Teris managed to keep Cin’s eye without blinking. A clammy sweat beaded on her brow from both worry and a rising fever. “Why would Yami come? We might be comrades but--”

“Yami’s an honorable sort.” Cin said, cutting over her words. “Loyal and protective of his friends. At least he was.” He muttered sourly, still upset by the perceived betrayal. He looked Teris over a devilish smile playing on his lips. “But I have a feeling you’re more than Yami’s friend and comrade. He mentioned a girl the first time we met. Reunited. A girl that kept him from accepting my first offer, to have him join up with me. I even told him he could bring her.”

“Join up with you? As in under you?” Teris huffed in derision. “Apparently you don’t know Yami as well as he made it sound. Even I know he doesn’t follow well.”

“So you’re going to continue with the act that the two of you are nothing more than comrades.” Cin looked her over again finding it easy to understand how Yami would be so smitten with such a girl that he was willing to chance his life.

Teris took the weight off her cramping toes, hanging fully by her wrists. “I’m a royal.”

Cin nodded. “That you are. You see it all makes perfect sense if you are the one Yami spoke of and you care for him in return.”

“Untrue and far fetched as that is, how does it make any sense?” Teris asked, trying not to shiver as her fever mounted.

“After what Lord Silva did, or attempted to have done, I find your hated and willingness to help see Nozel Silva dead completely understandable.”

A sense of foreboding coiled in Teris’ chest. She hardly felt the bonds cutting into her wrists or the sweat stinging her eyes. “Why? What have they done?”

“Oh.” Cin blinked. “You don’t know. But of course you wouldn’t. Yami wouldn’t tell you. He’s too proud. Too noble. And far too protective.” He smiled devilishly. “Wouldn’t it be fun if I told you? Especially if they both showed up.”

“I told you. They won’t come.” Teris said, feeling weak and drowsy after the slight adrenaline rush.

“Let’s just wait and see, shall we.”

“Or--” Teris began, halting when someone appeared.

“Cin.” The person said.

Cin turned. Stehen gave his leader a nod.

Cin glanced back at Teris. “It appears you didn’t give yourself enough credit.” To Stehen he said. “Give it a few minutes. See if the other shows.”

Teris watched Stehen disappear. “That your Spatial Mage?”

Cin looked back at her. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“That is why people ask questions.” Teris said, blinking back fatigue. The burning sweat not helping her endeavor to keep her eyes open.

Cin smiled. “There’s that mouth of yours again. I can see why Yami likes you.”

“He--” Before Teris could refute, the man from before appeared again.

Cin’s smile widened. Eyes on Teris he told. “That’s two for two. You either have no clue what you mean to these men or are a liar. My guess is a bit of both.” He looked her over and tisked at the state of her.

She was a mess. Pale and sweaty. Dried blood caked on her face. Cin didn’t know about Nozel; but Yami wouldn’t be happy by the sight.

Seeking to make her more presentable, Cin stepped to her. Moistening the cuff of his sleeve in his mouth, he grabbed her chin and began to scrub her temple.

Teris pulled away only to have Cin grab her again. His hold and scrubbing rougher than before.

“I know.” Cin sighed, the hard glint in his eyes belying the conversational tone. “My mother use to do this exact same thing and I hated—Ow!” He jerked back holding his hand, barely able to believe the royal woman had bit him.

Teris’ legs pulled up and wrapped Cin’s neck, squeezing. A magical attack hit her from the side. The force and pain of the blow caused her legs to loosen. Cin broke free and stepped away.

Holding up a staying hand to his followers, Cin looked Teris over with a new appreciation. “I can definitely see why Yami likes you. You’re much more than just a pretty little royal face.”

“I’ll kill you!” Teris spat, body swinging as her legs kicked out.

Cin chuckled at her fierceness. “You’re one fine, fiery cat aren’t you. I get why Yami’s willing to chance his life just to be with you.”

Teris stopped kicking, wondering at his meaning.

Cin turned to Stehen. “Bring them in.”

Not wanting Yami and Nozel to see each other until they were brought into the dimensional space, Cin had ordered them taken to different waiting locations. The two men now appeared along with what was left of Cin’s gang who had met and escorted Yami and Nozel to those waiting locations.

Seeing Yami, Nozel demanded. “What are you doing here?”

“You sound accusatory. What? Think I set you up? Braid Face, idiot. I’m here for the same reason you are.” Seeing Teris tied and hanging from a rope brought back images of the Summer Solstice. Tamping down his rage, Yami called to her. “What did I tell you this morning?”

“Really? You’re gonna say I told you so now?” Teris called back, both relieved and hating that he was here. Her head dipped for a moment. The exertion of attacking Cin taking way more out of her than it should've.

Yami’s eyes narrowed. Something was wrong with Teris. What had they done to her? Keeping his nonchalance, he shrugged. “May as well in case we don’t make it out.”

“Well aren’t you two cute.” Cin teased looking between Yami and Teris. His gaze focused on Nozel. “Makes me wonder how you fit in. She said you two hated each other. But if that were so, why come? Some sense of duty and pride?” He looked to Yami and frowned. “But if they hate each other, why not accept my offer and agree to help? Why betray me to protect a man who has claim to the woman you want? Surely his death would make things easier on you.”

“It’s a pointless endeavor to try to understand Yami’s reasoning. He’s a crass, violent fool who doesn’t think before he acts or speaks.” Nozel said.

“After what your father’s done you’re in no place to talk.” Cin told. He examined Nozel a moment and wondered. “Or are you like Yami’s girl here and in the dark about all that?”

Nozel’s lip curled at Cin calling Teris Yami’s girl.

Seeing the sneer, Cin teased. “Or maybe you’re the reason for all of that. Did you go to your Daddy crying about the foreign peasant that was edging in on what was yours?”

Nozel ignored the taunting questions. “You have me. Let her go.”

“I’ve got a better idea.” Cin said with a lopsided grin.

Yami felt a cold prickle run up his spine. He took a step forward. “Cin.”

“You don’t get to talk to me!” Cin snapped. “Our ties are cut. Remember? You ratted me out to the Magic Knights.”

“What did you expect?” Yami asked without regret.

“I expected you to be the man of honor I remembered and not betray me.” Cin told.

“How can you speak of honor when you kill people for money?” Yami questioned in disgust.

“As if you’ve never killed as a Magic Knight.” Cin challenged.

“That’s different.” Yami said.

“You’re right! It’s worse!” Cin shot back. “You kill for them. Royals. Nobles. People who step on folk like us. Who have literally spit on us.” He gestured to Nozel. “People who obviously still don’t give a damn about your life or your service as a Magic Knight.”

“I don’t do it for them.” Yami took another step forward. “Cin--”

“No!” Cin cut him off. “I took a job. This is happening. And you can’t buy your way out of it this time.”

“Don’t make me stop you from killing this wound up Ball of Pride.” Yami rumbled.

“Stop me?” Cin laughed. He grabbed Teris by the hair and pulled her head back exposing her throat to the knife he kept strapped to his thigh.

Teris’ eyes rolled. Weak and half out of it, she didn’t struggle.

Cin bared his teeth in a sinister grin. “You misunderstand me, Yami. You’re going to kill the royal. Either that or die trying and we’ll finish him off. That is unless you’d rather see your girlfriend die.”

Yami growled. It was small comfort knowing Teris was Cin’s only leverage and therefore wouldn’t hurt her unless pressed. “Don’t do this.”

“It’s already done. Kill or be killed.” Cin told.

Yami felt Nozel eyeing him warily. Keeping his gaze on Cin, Yami questioned. “What happens if I win? You kill me too?”

“You and your royal girlfriend get to walk away.” Cin answered.

“And if I lose? What happens to Teris?” Yami asked.

“She gets to survive having seen you and the Silva die. I’m not a monster.” Cin said.

Lashing fluttering, Teris croaked groggily. “Could’ve fooled me.”

Teris had seen the rage in Cin’s eyes. She knew there was no way he would let Yami live. This was all her fault. If she had only listened to Yami this morning. Or heeded Jax’s order without twisting and making allowances. If she hadn’t been so trusting. It was the spelled ribbon around her wrist that blocked her magic. If she had only paused and questioned the gift of it. There had to be a way to get it off. To be useful. She couldn’t let Yami and Nozel fight this alone. She couldn’t let them fight each other.

...the ribbon was blocking her magic. No. That wasn’t right. What was it Cin had said? Teris shook her head trying to think clearly. Why couldn’t she think clearly? Why was she so weak and hot? It felt like she was burning up from the inside out. Almost like a muted version of how she felt the morning of the Summer Solstice…

‘A charmed bracelet to bottle your mana...’ That’s what Cin had said. Not block. Bottle. Why was that difference so important? It had to do with something Julius had once said. But Julius was always going on about magic and key differences between spells. Her lips moved in silent curse of her brother and herself for not paying better attention to his ramblings.

“Shh.” Cin breathed when Teris began to squirm. He took a small step away from her feeling over warm and needing space. Looking back at Yami, he asked. “What’s it gonna be, my friend?”

Yami watched Teris for a moment wondering again what Cin had done to her. He could easily feel the growing heat coming off her as her mana stormed and built within her. Then again his cooler than normal temperature was keyed into hers. As much as he would have rather tried to figure out a less risky plan, Teris was literally starting to lose control. He glanced at Nozel wondering if the royals heightened sense of mana could tell what was happening. That the powerful force within Teris was beginning to awaken as her mana built up inside her.

Yami rubbed the back of his neck and sighed. “Much as I don’t like it. It’s going to have to be your way, isn’t it.”

“I was so hoping you’d say that.” Cin grinned. He wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. “Well then, Yami. Let’s see if you’re good enough to kill a royal.”

Taking a deep breath, Yami turned to Nozel. The surrounding gang members backed up, giving them room.

Nozel watched Yami cautiously. He could sense Teris’ swelling mana but figured Cin had done or threatened something to stop her from using her magic. Cin would pay for taking and tying his Intended so. But first it seemed he would have to fight Yami. Something Nozel would've relished any other time but not on this occasion.

It wasn’t that he worried about losing the duel. There was no doubt his mercury magic and mana control could best the likes of Yami Sukehiro. But when faced against a group of adversaries and a man holding a knife to Teris’ throat, he would've welcomed Yami as an ally and been glad for it.

Given that Yami was the reason they knew Cin had been hired to kill him, Nozel was somewhat surprised to see Yami capitulate to Cin’s demands. But he supposed the threat to Teris was enough to make Yami comply.

Yami met Nozel’s eyes. His gaze hard but baring no aggression. Rolling his shoulder, pretending to loosen it, Yami tapped his chest. He then gripped the hilt of his katana, thumb twitching to Cin and Teris.

Nozel’s eyes narrowed, head tilting.

It was a subtle message but all Yami could do with so many eyes watching. He just hoped the Braided Bird understood, or at least knew he wasn’t going to attack him. If Nozel lashed out with his mercury it would certainly make things more difficult. He wasn’t sure which of Cin’s people were creating the magical shield he sensed around Cin and Teris. But such a shield should only defended against magical attacks, and his katana wasn’t magic. He just hoped Teris wouldn’t lose herself in the next few seconds. That she kept it together long enough for him to act. Wait for me, Princess, Yami thought. I’ll see us out of this.

Yami unsheathed his katana and readied his stance as if preparing to fight Nozel. He went so far as to cloak the blade in dark magic hoping the act would lull Cin into thinking he truly was going to fight Nozel. Taking a breath he pictured the distance and location of the rope Teris hung from; grateful Cin hadn’t changed his ways all that much. Back in the day when they use to break into noble's castles to steal food or clothes for warmth, anyone that happened upon them would get tied up and gagged by Cin and Damon. They didn’t do so magically but physically. Cin confessing it gave him a greater sense of power over the person. To physically bind and restrain them.

As soon as Nozel created a pool of mercury Yami threw his katana. He tensed, Nozel’s mercury forming into spears and lashing out. Yami’s katana flew through the air circling hilt over point, horizontal to the the ground. It sliced the rope Teris hung from. At the same time Nozel’s mercury spears stabbed over Yami’s shoulder, taking out two of Cin’s people and wounding another.

Teris fell to the ground with a plop. Even if she wasn’t so out of it she would've had trouble catching her weight after hanging for so long.

“His blood!” Yami hollered at Teris. He pulled free the thin, flexible sword hidden in his belt and cloaked it in darkness. “It breaks the charm.” He didn’t know what Cin had charmed and put on her but hoped Teris knew.

Cin grabbed the hilt of Yami’s katana and pulled it free from where it stuck. He looked down at Teris who was still on the ground. “Good luck making me blee--”

Teris lifted bright glowing eyes up to him. Cin cried out in pain. The light of her eyes burning and blinding her abductor. She rose to her feet. The charmed ribbon burning up with nary a speck of ash.

Vision spotty, Cin brandished Yami’s katana before finally throwing it in Teris’ direction. He backed away and tripped over his feet, falling to the ground. Inching back, Cin held up a hand trying to keep her at bay.

“Can—can we just… Wait!” Cin pleaded.

“Call your people off.” Teris ordered, voice void of emotion.

When Cin didn’t immediately comply she raised a glowing hand. Cin squinted and squirmed. The heat coming off her blistering and burning his skin. His clothes started to smoke.

“Now.” Teris commanded, the light coming off her intensifying. She could barely remember why stopping this insignificant moral was so important.

Cin screamed for his people to cease. But he hadn’t needed to. They had all stopped mid attack. Too distracted by the near blinding light that was coming off Teris.

“You.” Teris turned to the Spatial Mage. “Return us to normal space.”

Yami saw the Spatial Mages skin peel and burn under Teris’ gaze. He had to calm her. He had to call her back from the force that had built and woken inside her thanks to Cin’s charm bottling up her mana.

As soon as they were returned to normal space, Yami told Nozel. “Bind them.”

Nozel stared at Teris in awe. He had seen the beam of light on the Summer Solstice. He had heard a partial report of the events. But to see Teris literally glowing with the power inside her...

Yami didn’t wait to see if Nozel complied. Instead he slowly made his way toward Teris. It was a fight to restrain his mana. The Darkness inside him churned and clawed, trying to connect with her Light.

Cin writhed on the ground, screaming. Teris looked down at him, face expressionless.

Yami breathed between clenched teeth. As he got within a meter of her, sweat began to bead along his brow. She would cook Cin if this continued. She would lose herself completely. He needed to call her back. “Teris.”

Teris’ head snapped to him. Her bright, white glowing eyes focused on him. Yami’s own eyes flicked black for a fraction of a second. His mana lunged toward hers. The force of the pull so quick and powerful that he staggered forward. Yami growled and took a step back, battling to keep the magical force inside him in check. His body reacted to defend itself against the literal heat of Teris’ gaze. The beads of sweat on his skin froze.

“It’s over, Teris. The bad guys lost. I didn’t even get to kick the Ball of Pride’s ass. We’re all fine, Ikigai. Nice and safe. So what do you say you stop and come back to me.”

Yami wanted to go to her. To hold and reassure her that they were indeed safe. But he couldn’t touch her. Not with as raw and heightened as her mana was. The first time their magic had clashed, during the Magic Knight’s Entrance Exams, they weren’t anywhere near as powerful as they were now. If their mana made contact who knew what kind of destruction it would wreck.

Even as Teris’ built up mana began to ebb she continued to stare at Yami with unblinking eyes. Yami began to fear she wouldn’t return to him. No! He refused to accept that. They had surpassed their limits and survived so much worse than this. He had called her back from death, getting her to breath and return to him the morning of the Summer Solstice. He wasn’t about to lose her here.

“Damn it, Teris! You’re stronger than this. Pull yourself together and come back to me. Now!” Yami snapped.

Teris blinked. Her eyes returned to their normal dark brown. She smiled at the sight of him. “Yami.”

Yami’s name had barely left Teris’ lips when her eyes rolled. Unconscious, her knees buckled. Yami moved on instinct to catch her collapsing form. Lucky for all of them Nozel was there to both to catch her and stop Yami from touching her.

Nozel lifted Teris into his arms, bridal style. What he had seen had unnerved him. But it didn’t change the fact that Teris was his Intended. Still, he could not longer willfully deny the connection Teris and Yami’s magic had. Yami had withstood Teris’ glowing gaze with little to not effect. Where as he was red and sunburned, and she had never glanced his way.

The two men looked at each other. Yami gave Nozel a nod of thanks. Nozel gave a returning nod of recognition.

Thank you to those who have left hearts. And a special THANK YOU to those who have recently left comments or re-blogged. They really mean a lot.

NOTES:

The wonderful @XYZ25 over on ao3 asked about Teris’ gown for the King’s ball in the last chapter. Also, I got an anonyomus ask on Tumblr about the layout of the Black Bulls base. The ball gowns pic and base layout are both on my Tumblr’s main page.

For those of you wanting to know more about the details about this fic @XYZ25 is a super sweet and faithful commenter on ao3. They ask (feed me) lots of great questions about characters, events, and relationships that don’t always get fully shown or make it in this mammoth of a fic at all. So if you want to dive a bit deeper I HIGHLY suggest you check the comments on ao3 and read their asks. ...OR ask some of your own. Nothing makes me happier than getting questions about my fics.

Anyway, THANKS again @XYZ25!!! You’re the best and I couldn’t be more grateful for your comments and questions. And THANKS anonymous! My diagram skills might not be all that great but I had fun making the layout.

Next chapter snippet:

Nozel stared at the over muscled foreigner thinking that Yami couldn’t always be such a difficult ass. The man wouldn’t have any friends if he were. “I heard you tried to visit Cin the day before the execution.”

#yami sukehiro #nozel silva #Black Clover #light in the darkness

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spideymybucky · 6 years ago

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Make it stop 3

Pairing: Peter Parker x MJ, Peter Parker reader, Avengers x reader, Ned x Betty. Tony Stark x Adopted!daughter!reader

Warnings: Betrayal, insults, sadness, friendship break up, ya know the angst. SO MUCH ANGST.

Word Coutn: 1.2k+

A/n: ok, I was gone cause tumblr staff made me change my email and some shit happened. The only way I could’ve entered tumblr was via phone and ugh... like its not been my month but March is here soo maybe this month is. I’ll start uploading more now. Love y’all. ALSO THE TAGGING PROBLEM IS WORLD WIDE TO PLEASE REBLOG, LIKE PEOPLES WORKS AREN’T BEEN SHOWN IN TAGS AND ITS ANNOYING. BTW MJ, FROM READERS PERSPECTIVE IS LIKE THAT. SOON WE’RE GONNA HAVE EVERYTHING THROUGH MJS’ EYES AND UNDERSTAND HER. every story has to sides

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

“God dammit (Y/n), we were so worried about you.” He said. His eyes were gleaming with worry, as he hugged her. She stood still, not moving. She wasn’t ready for this. Her body was screaming run, run away now and don’t look back. She was in flight or fight mod, and he could sense it. He took two steps back, his warmth leaving her body, and looked at her.

She pushed past him and started running. She couldn’t, nor wouldn’t, be near him. He wasn’t hers. He can’t touch her like that. Her heart shouldn’t thump like that. Why can’t he just leave? Why couldn’t I disappear? The whooshing of someone above her, knowing who it is, made her speed up.

The twigs were cracking, under her feet. The crunch of her hitting the floor, was combined with the screaming of her name, Her hair moving past every tree branch. Her legs and arms covered in scratches and Bruces. She ran until she was face to face with the avengers. FUCK. She thought.

“What the fuck (Y/n)?” Tony’s cold glare threw her off. She huffed and puffed with every breathe., standing in the middle of the street. With a thump, Peter landed next to her.

“S-sorry Mr. Stark, I scared (Y/n) and she ran.” He said, lying through his teeth. (Y/n) glanced at him and nodded.

“Don’t worry kid, it's not your problem.” She sighed, pushing through them to get to the car. Steve placed himself infant of her. She looked up, annoyed, and tried to pass. Tony grabbed her arm, turning her around.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” Tony sighed. His hands were shaking, as he pushed his tousled hair back. His eyes bore dark circles and his breathe smelled of whiskey and coffee. He was a disaster.

“To the compound, if thats still my home.” Steve stiff shoulders sagged down instantly. He stepped back, looking at her. He hadn’t realized how much of a mess she looked. Her hair was all over the place, skin lifeless-even though it was spring, almost summer-and her eyes were tired, lacking their spark. How could he miss that? She was losing her will to live, just like Bucky did.

“We should talk at the compound, Tony.” Tony raised an eyebrow as Steve glanced at Peter.

“I’m taking her with me.” (Y/n) sighed and stepped into Tony’s black SUV. He slammed the door close and looked at her.

“What Tony?” Her flat, uninterested, voice echoed around the car. He looked out the window, seeing the trees pass by as Happy, who was stealing glances at them, drove.

“Why?” She turned her head and looked at him. His defeated stance made her cringe. He was done, she had pushed him to the edge. He was done with her and she knew it. God, why do I ruin everything? Why can’t I be enough?

“I-I don’t know.” She mumbled to herself. He looked at her, really looked at her. (Y/n)’s eyes were puffy and swollen, her lips dry and cracked, her skin looked dull, she looked like a mess. Closing her eyes, she wished that all these feelings were gone. She couldn’t understand why it was all hitting her now and not months ago.

Happy stopped the car, turning It off and slowly retreating. He was a meddler, but this was a mess Tony and the others needed to solve. (Y/n/n) and Tony left the car, immediately, not talking to each other.

This was rare, in fact this was weird. (Y/n) had always been a talker, never shutting up. Once, as happy recalled, when they had go and take her molars out, the doctor had stated “No talking for a few hours until the bleeding stops.” That didn’t stop her. She had been joking and taking nonsense, not matter how much she bled out. Tony had to tie her mouth shut. He grabbed one of star-spangles scarfs used to “disguise him”-even though we all know it never works.- and tied it around her jaw and head, shutting her mouth. She looked like an adorable little girl, with a big black bow on her head. That didn’t stop her from smiling or joking around.

Steve looked at Peter and at Wanda, through the review mirror. Maybe she’s right and (Y/n)’s in love with the kid. He sighed and looked at the road ahead. It wasn’t a long drive, maybe 5 minutes top but he had to tell the kid to leave. Peter’s just going to make everything worse, much harder. He looked at Bucky and nodded, he had to do this.

“Peter, I think you should go home.” Steves asserted. Peter rapidly looked up from his phone and opened his mouth but the shut it up. He looked confused and scared, all at the same time.

“B-but Mr. Rogers I’m (Y/n) friend and I really wanna talk to her. She just’s been avoiding my calls for the past few days, and yesterday when she walked out of school she was acting all strange and I-” He ranted out. His mouth kept going until Bucky stopped him.

“Look kid, some time apart won’t kill ya, ok?” Bucky shut him up. “And if she wants, she’ll call ya later, but right now we need to talk to’er.” Peters shoulders slump in defeat. He looked at Bucky and nodded. He grabbed is backpack and looked inside, realizing he had a way to see her.

“I’ll leave but… shouldn’t I give (Y/n) her homework?” Bucky looked up at Peter. He was grabbing some kind of text book. His eyes roamed to Steve, who only nodded.

“Go ahead kid.” Peter nodded and ran out of the car towards (Y/n)s’ room. He knocked on the door and waited for a few minutes.

(Y/n) expected to find Steve or Tony at the other side of the door, not Peter. She raised her eyebrows in confusion and nodded at him.

“Miss Glenda gave out the instructions for the end of year project, we’re in a group with MJ.” Peter rambled on. (Y/n) rolled her eyes, making Peter stop. He bit his lip and looked down.

“Oh, Yeah, I almost forgot. Here, you can copy my notes for history and we have an exam on Friday. Read chapter 10, or maybe just ask Bucky and Steve. It’s all about World War II, the howling commando.” He kept going on and on. (Y/n) grabbed the spreadsheet about the chemistry project and saw how important it was. How was she supposed to work with MJ? She hated her right now, but most of all she felt hurt. It’ll be torture seeing them together. She thought. It’s enough with school, its enough with being Tonys’ problem, now I had to pretend everything’s ok? I just need a break.

“(Y/n), hey, hey, hey, you ok?” She looked up at Peter and sighed.

“I can’t do the project with you and MJ. I’m sure Ned or Betty would want to trade. I could ask Luna to work with you… but I can’t do this” She stumbled out, moving away from her door towards her bed.

“Why can’t you work with us? It’s not a big of a deal, it’ll be a week of us working together at max.” Peter stated, walking after her.

“It’s that I don’t want to work with you, it’s just I’m not in the best of terms with Mitchell.” Peter noticed her harsh tone. He noticed how her lips curled in anger when she mentioned MJs’ name. He couldn’t comprehend why she was so mad at such a wonderful and intriguing person. Weren’t the supposed to be best friends? He asked himself.

“Whats your problem with MJ?”

TAGS:

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#tom holland x reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker x michelle jones #Peter Parker x Mj #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x you #Steve Rogers x Reader #tony stark x reader #ned leeds x betty #spiderman x reader #Spider man x you #spider man x reader #Spiderman Imagine #peter parker series #Natasha Romanov x Reader #avengers x reader

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kcllmongers · 5 years ago

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We putting in our 2 cents? Hold my beer.

Ahem.

I come in peace. I want to have a genuine conversation with anyone who wants to agree or disagree because of well...growth lmao. I’m not going to rant or shade. There’s two things I want to talk about.

1) Why do y’all care so much about this bitch who plays multiple characters (when you niggas do the same. don’t front)

2) Why not take advantage of this thing called a delete button?

First thing’s first. We can’t talk about niggas being sensitive when y’all sensitive y’allselves. It’s just a different type of sensitive. Not the delete and post unfollow but the “I’ma rant in my mentions all day” sensitive. Hate to break it to you but that’s being sensitive. You are responding passionately to someone’s comment on you, your development or you’re expressing how you feel about something. Shit I'm being sensitive rn because I really could've kept my mouth shut but I have feelings about stuff.

Dipping after causing a mess is being sensitive because well, like many pointed out, you caused it and knew what you were doing so don’t post your unfollow after causing a disturbance. Fuck it and move on, tf? You thought exposing IMs, calling someone ugly, saying you’re slap them all of that WOULDN’T cause a problem? People pick out these FCs and go into this with failing muse already after the first week and it doesn’t help when someone wants to randomly slap you or if you’re called ugly. Personally? I’d laugh and move on but some people are different and you can't be mad at that. Just like we learned and grew from our experiences, we need to let the new comers do that. If you got some dope plots, good development, and having fun then fuck the sensitive bitches you’re talking about and keep it pushing.

Let me skip to number 2. This is all fake, which we can all agree. This community started as an escape for alot of people and still is. We’re grown now. You’d think with bills, rent, jobs and now new relationships we know how to handle things like adults. The only person controlling your good time is YOU. I’ve stopped giving a fuck what people say about my characters, to my characters on anon because this is all fake. I’m not really the person I’m playing and I have a slim understanding of the whole I “I'm working hard to play this so the anons are annoying” shit but none of that will matter come the next rp. And if you get that discouraging anon. DELETE IT. You literally have the power to delete the hate and to make them feel small. Turn off your anons, ignore it. I’ve enjoyed my time in rps way more when I don’t respond to anons even if it’s with a funny comeback, meme, gif or whatever. But you know the minute you answer 1 of them hoes, 5 more come up so why continue to do pay pussy bitches any mind? Why make the admins mad when they tell you to stop posting them? I wish I could delete racism, homophobia, colorists, slut shaming, rapists, murderers, shit I want to delete the president of this here country but the beauty of this community is that you can literally come here and delete the toxicity away. Be somebody different and not you. But you niggas choose not to and say people are ‘ruining’ things. No. No one is forcing you to answer or do anything you don’t want to. We have full control of these keyboards and if you get a hate anon? Fuck em and keep doing you sis. Period. Now, going into number 1. This is long so strap in.

I said the only person controlling your good time is YOU. This is an anonymous platform all around. Its not just that anon button. On Tumblr you can have real blogs with your face but in an rp realm its your fave as your avi correct? In WC its your fave correct? Fake aliases and all sis. I’ve been on the phone with some people a few times and there’s only ONE person who’s ever seen my face in the 8 years I've been doing this and ive seen theirs. Now, many of you are closer and know names, locations and all of that. That’s cool and fine but some people don’t want to do that. But even then, how do you really know who is who with all these FCs and platforms? Because your friend said so? That don’t mean shit. It’s scary and it’s even scarier when maybe you’re surrounded by the same bitch in different FCs but stressing out over this person who does this is just a waste of your time and has to be the biggest downfall in this community since that shitty ass blackout that nobody took seriously. Good times but it wasn't hard to figure out photoshop. Anyways. Everyone has their assumptions and honestly who knows the truth? What are we looking at. Typing patterns? plot similarities? FC usages? I mean come on. This is the most vague evidence ever and I know niggas were full of shit when they were saying who this bitch was turns out it wasn’t even them. I knew niggas were full of shit when at point I heard my character was apparently this bitch and it’s just like...naw lmao. My limit might be TWO and honestly I only get the second if it’s a FC I really wanted and eventually the other one dies off but talking to myself? Smutting with myself? 3 WCs? It makes me chuckle at the thought of people thinking I even had the time. I don’t even want to talk to other people sometimes and you think I’m going back and forth between a computer/phone or whatever to do that? Nobody knows me but if y’all did it would be laughable too. I’m so god damn lazy it’s not even funny but listen if there’s a bitch that does that in this community...let them. What does that have to do with you? They’re ruining your development? Your good time? WRONG.

Worry about you. Your character and your shit is all that should matter so you can take pride in it when you’re done. Not the hours spent figuring out who is who. You could be thinking its the bitch and it’s actually one of your friends and Ive seen it happen. So what it’s the same plots? People develop differently. We still got CBs with anger problems, Dave Easts who move bricks, Rihannas who don’t drop music or act boujee as hell, Saweeties who act ghetto and so on. Y’all FCs act exactly how they usually do ooc and no one bats an eyelash until it’s someone they don’t know doing it. We all based our characters on real like shit they doing. It’s why we choose the characters because of their resources and development. Same with playing multiple characters. I’ve watched y’all sit and pick out MULTIPLE FCs for new rps but nooooooooooooooooooo let’s blow the sirens for this one girl who’s single handedly bringing down he community right? You’re blaming the downfall on ONE person at this point and it’s laughable because who’s at fault for this shit right now? And don’t say sensitive people because we just spoke about this lmao.

And honestly, if this bitch is that irritating. And you feel it in your core that it’s her. Just tell them straight up. I've done it. I get word that it’s most likely them, they do some funny shit and I dead it. Open our plot, cut off connections. Nope. It’s just not me and with the stories I can’t be bothered with he mess. It’s that easy. you literally have the power at your finger tips to better this community by deleting anons, blocking the bitches you can’t trust and just simply telling someone no. But you guys choose to entertain anons or the people in your IMs asking for smut then go to WC and complain. Your next IM shouldn't be sliding into the pussy or on the dick but should be “I'm good luv, enjoy” they’ll get the message. If not, use your words and say you don’t want to. I’ve done it and it was smooth sailing. But you keep replying and actually fuck???????? But still complain??????

In conclusion, I feel like we all play a part in how this community is right now. It’s not just one bitch, it’s not just a group of people. It’s not the sensitivity. It’s everyone. It was me at one point trail blazing through the tags. I owned up to it. But I really just chill and rock with something until it dies. There’s a person that hates this blog, I know they hate this blog because we butted heads and turns out they’re my favorite person I’ve ever got the chance to plot and connect with. And I wanted to tell them I was the blog but it just goes to show shit can run smoothly even when people have different opinions. I don’t agree with alot of shit but ranting, anons and all of that won’t do anything. It’ll just leave a bad taste in the tag.

SO. With that being said, I open the floor to any disagreements. Agreements? Wanna discuss something you didn’t like? Let’s have a conversation rather than yell at eachother. It just makes everyone mad.

#urban rpg #urban rp #━━ 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐃 ; 𝚗𝚘𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎. ≫#━━ 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐃 ; 𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜. ≫

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auroraphilealis · 6 years ago

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just a small list of fic recs

Earlier this morning my friends asked for some fake dating phan AU fics and I realized that making a fic rec list might be a good way to show some appreciation for fanfic author appreciation day!

I don’t have all day free like I wish, so I asked my friends for a few smaller catagories that I could shift through and find a few fics to rec from, that way I can get a good mix of fics for people to enjoy, and find as many authors as possible to thank!

Of course, I can’t possibly have read every fic out there ever, so if you aren’t on here that’s no like, disrespect to you or anything. Every single person whose ever written and posted a fanfic deserves to be recognized and loved for what they’ve produce for us, so just know that I appreciate every single one of you, on or off this list!

To add to this, I tired to pick some older, or smaller works that people may have not seen before to give the authors a little lift if possible :)

Without further ado, below you’ll find some fic recs and author appreciation below !

Fake Relationship:

Our Threadbare Lies - @ramonaspeaks - Dan is eighteen years old and newly single. He's ready to come out to his family but he thinks it would be a hell of a lot easier if he had a boyfriend to help him through it.

This is like one of my all time favorite fake relationship fics of all time. Honestly it was so well done and really realistic and the writing is just superb. I can’t even begin to tell you how many times I’ve re-read this fic, (as well as most of the authors other works) because it was just so well done, so thank you, thank you, THANK YOU to the author for all the hard work they put into it! On top of that, it holds really, really close to 2009 timeline (as we know it) and manages to make things work that might not have worked in their AU if they weren’t so smart about it

Maybe, Possibly - @cafephan - Phil’s mother is adamant that he should be settling down, so invites one of his turbulent exes to an annual family get-together the following day. In a moment of panic, he tells her he’s already dating someone. With no other options, he turns to Dan.

aldjflkas I fucking love this fic so freaking much. I’ve read it like ten million times. Everytime it shows up on my dash I open it to read it again. It’s just really funny and sweet in a strange way, and captures an essence of dnp that I really enjoy. I like how easy it is for dnp to pretend to be together in this fic, and how easy it is for them to then transition to ACTUALLY being together. It’s the perfect kind of non-dramatic get together fake relationship AU ever and I really, really do love it. Again, massive thank you to the author!

friends dont treat me like you do - @internetakeover (i think i got your @ right) - Why had Dan agreed to this? Pretending to be Phil’s boyfriend at his ex’s wedding had seemed like a nice idea at first, a way to meet some of Phil’s old university friends while helping him avoid humiliation, but already Dan’s on edge. If Dan allows himself to relax for a day, lets himself watch Phil as much as he wants, touch Phil as much as he wants, carry on their flirtatious banter when normally he’d laugh it off... he’s worried about what Phil might see.

I ended up re-reading this after I stumbled across it again just now hahaha I really love this fic. It’s super cute and a little sappy cause WEDDING FIC but that’s what makes it so worth the read. I love that both Dan and Phil realize how easy their relationship is, and the fact that they’ve technically been dating for a long time and that they love each other. I love that they realize this the way that they do, and it just makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside, so thank you so much to the author <3

Asexuality

Between Us - @winteredspark who doesnt appear to have a tumblr :( - "I think I'm asexual," Dan breathes against the crook of Phil's neck, blinking back tears.There's a pause, then -"Nice to meet you, asexual. I'm Phil," says Phil.

This is the asexual fic that helped me to realize that I’m asexual and that asexuality is a spectrum that isn’t limited to one version or another. I remember leaving a really long thoughtout comment to the author but I can’t not rec it here as well. It’s just such an amazing asexuality fic and it’s a little bit of a different take not it considering the character exists on a different part of the spectrum than most ace fics portray. I will always be grateful to this author for this fic!

let’s save up for something new - @deletablebird - Phil wakes up shivering the morning of October 19th, 2009. Today is the day he meets Dan. Fluff, 3.5k

I love this author with my whole heart and I’ve read everything they’ve written lol. This is just a really, really cute and lovely take on 2009 with the asexual aspect included and it really made my heart happy, so thank you so so much for this fic!

Theater

Disguises - @ramonaspeaks - Phil auditions for a play at a local theater and meets Dan, who spends most of his time acting whether he’s on stage or off.

Again, another fic from one of my favorite authors of all time. This is like my actual favorite theater au of all time. I am completely in love with the whole thing. It feels so real, and their characters are so well fleshed out, and each scene is just actually fantastic. I solidly recommend this one and I am soooo thankful to the author for bringing it into existence!

just touched down in london town - @phanetixs - "Hamilton is actually really nice and the plot is very interesting and okay, well, there’s this guy."In which, London is not as bad in the summer, a cute guy dies considerably in Act III and Phil has actually lucked out for once.

Look not only do I stalk all of this authors fics, but this is one of my all time favorites of theirs. They managed to take an idea that almost seems ludicrous and make it into something not only super hot, but super realistic and really, really, really fun. I absolutely adore this fic and I give you all the kudos my wonderful author. Thank you for writing such a wonderful au!

Which as they kiss, consume - @irrevocablys which for some reason it wont tag you :( - Dan’s an aspiring actor, and Phil’s so over studying Romeo and Juliet.

This was one of my first theater au’s and I truly adore it. its just like got this super cute undertone to it thats incredibly wonderful? I just love the way the characters interact and the ease and flow of the writing <3 thank you for giving us something so beautful

Supernatural Elements

Ride with the moon in the dead of night - @mooksie01 -Phil seriously needs to buy some allergy medicine or something. Or at least open a window next time he performs a demonic ritual. He wouldn't have thought that one little sneeze could've messed up a spell so bad, but now he has a demon on his hands and only six days to get rid of it before he's stuck with it forever....And maybe the demon is acting like a total cinnamon roll, but Phil is positive that it's all just an elaborate ruse.

ajdlsfkjasdlkjfls omfg I love this fic so much. I actually adore fics with supernatural elements in them and this is one of those fics that always stands out to me. It’s just really hilarious and well written and is just overall a fun take on witch phil. I just, i really love it, and I’m so grateful it exists. Thank you wonderful author <3

Reflections of the Heart - @butterflyphil - “Being told to dress up in a dinosaur onesie and have cereal catapulted at your face is a little odd. Waking up to find that you and your best friend have switched bodies? That’s fucking bizarre.”(Or, the multi-chaptered, slightly smutty bodyswap fic that no one asked for. Featuring whiny/annoying!Dan, sassy/beguiling!Phil, unintentional innuendos, intentional innuendos, unnecessary kitchen supplies, and just a pinch of magic).

UHM, THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVE FICS? Lol. I just really freaking love body swap fic and you did such a good job with this fic. it’s honestly just super fun and a little hot and really cute and beautiful overall. I really just, really cant thank you enough for this fic and rec it really really highly!

Vampires & Werewolfs

High - @icandigelvis - Just the ordinary story of Dan and Phil, except one little detail. Phil isn't human in this one. Expect biting, bickering, playlist live, blood, bad jokes and sex.

ajdslfkjasl listen I love vampire fic and this one is just so good. it’s so true to dnp’s personalities and just like, accurate to who they’d be tbh. And like, the fact that it sticks so close to reality aside from the vampire difference is what makes it even better so thank you so much to the lovely author for writing it. It’s everything I ever needed and more from a vampire fic

Taking Every Chance I’ve Got All - @nagirci - Dan wanted was to get drunk, really. Have a good time, meet a few new people. He didn’t really think about getting involved with someone as dangerous as Phil Lester (someone as cold, as pale and, well, as not alive), and he definitely didn’t think that one trip out to a bar would change his life forever.

This is like a really older fic that’s from one of the first phandom big bangs but it’s one of my first favorite vampire fics of all time as well and it’s just. really good and really well thought and the collaboration work on it is incredibly flawless. I honeslty would tell anyone to read it at any time because it comes together so well

Sharp Teeth - @theshyauthor - AmazingPhil is a Youtuber and a vampire and according to Dan Howell, he is the nicest person to exist. From their first meeting in 2009 all the way to that one incident in the elevator at the BBC, this is their story.

Again this is just such a good take on 2009 and the reality of dnp with added vampirism tossed in. Plus the author is a beautiful wonderful person and I really enjoy their writing so its a total please go read this kind of fic x3 Thank you darling for writing something so wonderful <3

be sure to ring the doorbell - @frostbittencheeks - Dan’s a tired sports reporter, Phil’s a friendly vampire with no real sense of boundaries and a propensity for bad Dracula jokes as well as leaving his unconscious victims in Dan’s kitchen. This isn’t how Dan thought courtship goes, but he’ll take it.

Can you tell I love vampire fics? This one is so well done, I literally re-read it constantly. I love the whole idea behind it, specifically the fact that Phil’s version of courtship is literally ridiculous and he doesn’t even think that they need to talk about it hahahaha I just love how funny and adorable it is and it’s just totally worth a few minutes of your time

a puppy sort of love - @symmetricdnp - Dan's supposedly a werewolf. Phil has doubts.

I honestly want to beg this person to write me more of this fic cause the permise is just that good. There are so few werewolf fics in the phandom, and especially ones that are this cute, thoughout , and well written. I absolutely adore this fic and I totally rec it to all of you. The author is wonderful, thank you so much for writing this fic <3

Blind

It’s the blue of your eyes, and the way you’re scared, love - @glitteraccent Soulmate (Color)! & Blind!Phil au

Okay but like this story always sticks out in my memory and I think on it often. It’s one of my all time favorite soulmate au’s and blind au’s, because it was just structured so well and the characters make your heart fall for them really, really fast. I love this author and tumblr wont tag them, but reblog their fic and give them all the love in the world!

#fic recs #fanfic author appreciation day

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latinalesbi · 6 years ago

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I thought Teri didn’t look like herself in those pics. Seemed very tired and that something was off with her left eye...

I don’t know about the left eye, but she did look tired. She’s shooting a movie through the end of July according to Sherri. So it could be for a movie because I am sure her hair will be different by the time they shoot. It was nice to see them.

Anonymous said: I hope Sherri and Teri’s agents have got them the big bucks 💵 to appear 💵 Pay up Flopform

God I hope they got paid really well. I mean, they for once had the power to demand more.

Anonymous said: They did need that; Good Trouble was becoming a poisoned chalice so much negativity online re it.

Oh it still is. That doesn’t take away any of my bitterness towards it or the people behind the show. Some people will kiss ass about it but guess what? They were always going to.

Anonymous said: I am happy ish,, just glad we’ll see them again. Wish another network or show could’ve seen the potential in them though. Kinda hate Freeform gets to use them to promote a spinoff that should not be happening. Season Six of The Fosters should have happened!!!!!!!!

Yes, I hate that this is the way it worked out and that we are all supposed to think that Freeform is this great network when it isn’t. It’s just trying to draw an audience from the tumblr crowd but they don’t really care about integrity or anything. But I am happy to see them again, but like I said on twitter, I would have been just as happy watching 10 minutes of them on video just being themselves.

Anonymous said: Bradley Joanna and all badly needed that. It’s been nothing but negativity around the spinoff. Not a good start to a new show to begin from that stand point of people actively disliking it. They’ll still be questions, let’s just hope they have learned from the crap they fed us all when the cancellation was announced!! Plus I’ll never forget how they and the girls treated the rest of the cast, times a healer that’s for sure but they still sold them out for their own greater good. Jx

Yeah, it’s a great position to be in, they don’t need them but this show desperately needed stef and lena. Oh yeah they were sold out, everyone knows it. Just beause they are all playing nice now doesn’t mean feelings weren’t hurt or that trust is there at all. It’s not there from the audience or the actors. It’s just another fake show now. They are all actors, except for Bradley.

Anonymous said: I’ll avidly watch the two episodes, the rest I’m not interested. There really is no shade attached to that either I just have no interest in Callie and her justice storylines and found the Marianna character the most annoying of them all. A long time to wait for it to air though. Freeform might be no more by then, their viewing figures for everything else suck! I really think they are regretting cancelling the Fosters, good ratings and 0.3 for the demo- the other shows are no where near that now

That’s the brilliant thing, this is a win win for us in some ways. We watch the show sink and get two more chances to see Sherri and Teri acting together. Then we tune out again. Freeform’s demise is what my tv goals are.

Anonymous said: The tone of it all, I feel these negotiations have been tough. I don’t think it was a 💯 yes until a few days ago tbh. I wouldn’t be surprised to see the two of them directing a few either. I hope they have held Freeform to ransom and are getting paid very well 😜 Freeform and the creators totally underestimated how popular the moms were. They were and are integral. X

It does have that feeling of, we just finally sealed the deal. It’s way too early to be pimping them out. When are they shooting the episode, unless it’s next week? It doesn’t make sense. It reeks of desperation, but then again, so did Joanna’s please watch our show, we might give you family specials. F, U.

Anonymous said: I’m conflicted by it tbh. On one hand I’ll watch them in anything and the fact we get to see them as the characters we love… awesome! On the other, fodder for the people who betrayed them in the first place.. not here for that so much. Look at all the hype the announcement has caused. They need Teri and Sherri more than Teri and Sherri need them, that’s a definite.

I think mixed feelings is exactly what I am feeling. I would rather them on it in some ways because they can control the narrative. They aren’t signing up for shit. I feel like these petty assholes would divorce them off screen because Teri and Sherri wouldn’t appear on the show. Yeah Teri and Sherri legitimize the shit show. None of these people are good actors. Anonymous said: off topic but why don’t you like the bold type? i don’t either, i’m just wondering why you personally don’t

I watched the first season with my wife. She liked the show, and not for the couple. She doesn’t ship, lol. She is half/iranian so she does like that the actress is of Persian descent. She liked the working relationship/mentorship with the older woman. From what I hear that’s gone in the second season so I am glad not to have to sit through it again.

I don’t like the couple, they aren’t my thing. Can’t force it when it doesn’t move you. It’s like love that way. The other thing is that it does have that male gaze thing going on. I do feel like it’s shot for straight people to get off. And for those that went on our tags to try to steal the stef and lena fans. Well, look, I know there are couple hoppers that do serial shipping and don’t really care or get attached. But for those of us who fell for the unique marriage relationship, that aspect wasn’t in this show. And so I resent the hard sell on their fans part. And now you see, this wasn’t the couple for those interested in the monogamous, marriage commitment that Stef and Lena had from the first episode.

It was also about having the 2 main leads of the show be actual lesbians. They may have in the season made the other one a regular, but I am not sure what that even means when the actress is absent from several episodes. I want you to ask yourself if that Adena character was ever developed? no?: What? Shocker. This is the typical portrayal of a lesbian couple. One is a lead the other a side character. And she will be expendable. Also, while this is a lesbian couple, they both aren’t lesbians and sooner or later, there will be a man.

Also this is Freeform, I do not support this network.

#Anonymous

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jaineym · 7 years ago

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Piano Keys

Prompt: You had been wanting to learn the piano for a while now, but not having the money for a good teacher. That is until your friend finds a piano teacher that is low cost, and so the two of you made a bet to see whether it was actually good or not. Little did you know that Min Yoongi just happened to be the arrogant man that lived in the apartment above your own.

Pairing: Piano Teacher!Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Angst, humour, eventual fluff

Word Count: 2,647

“If you really want to learn how to play the piano so bad, why don’t you just start doing lessons?” your best friend suggested after hearing you rant about how you wish you could play the beautiful instrument for the fifth time today.

“I don’t have the money for a decent teacher, Mina,” you sighed softly, your breath visible in the cold air, “And I’m not paying for a creepy old man to ‘teach’ me.”

Mina huffed, rubbing her cold hands together as you walked home in silence. The brunette looked over to a bus stop, a piece of paper taped tightly to it, fighting against the strong wind.

She walked over to the paper, “Y/n! Look, a piano teacher! It says no experience needed either, what a coincidence!”

“I told you, I can’t,” you walked over to where she stood nonetheless, “Who even advertises via papers on bus stops, anyways?”

“His name is Min Yoongi,” your friend read the paper, “And he lives in our apartment complex, it’s cheap too!”

You read the paper, the offer seeming too good, “I bet it’s really shady.”

“Stop being a sour puss! We can look up his name later for a background check!” Mina exclaims, ripping off a tag from the bottom of the page, “He left a number so you can just text him and talk about it. If he sounds like a creep, don’t go.”

“Fine,” you snatch the paper from her grasp, putting it in your pocket with your phone, “But if I’m right you owe me dinner.”

“Okay,” Mina began walking again, the night sky surrounding the two of you, “But if I’m right, you have to admit you were wrong, seeing as you can never do that, and if you want to win, you have to go to a full lesson.”

You chuckled softly at her accusation, following her footsteps closely until the two of you reached the apartment building, wiping the snow off your shoes before entering the lobby, making your way to the elevator before pressing the floor number that you needed.

Just as the doors were about to close, a young man with bleach blonde hair slipped in, pressing the numbered floor one above your own. You glanced at the boy as he stood beside you, his pale skin covered by several layers of clothing, all soaked by the precipitation outside - like your own.

His gaze caught your own and you quickly looked away, your cheeks turning a deep crimson as he smirked.

“Did you want anything?” he spoke, his voice raspy and deep, contradicting his soft features.

“Why would I want anything?” you asked confusedly, looking back up to the stranger.

“Well, you were staring so I assumed that you wanted something from me,” his brown eyes glistened in the dim elevator light.

You scoffed, looking over to the elevator door as it dinged, meaning that it had reached it’s destination. You walked out quickly, Mina in tow as you made your way to the front door, taking the keys out your front pocket to unlock it.

“Can you believe that guy,” you mumbled, walking into your cosy home, “He didn’t have to be so cocky, I looked at him for two seconds.”

“He was really good looking though,” Mina replied, shrugging off her coat before hanging it on the door, “And his voice, I could listen to that all day.”

“Let’s just look at this piano teacher guy,” you took your coat off as well, hanging it next to Mina’s before taking your shoes off and padding over to the computer in the living room.

“Min Yoongi,” you trailed off, searching Facebook for such person, “None say they live in Daegu.”

“Try Instagram maybe,” Mina peered at the screen from behind your computer chair.

You tried Instagram, Twitter, Tumblr, heck, you even tried Myspace for crying out loud, all to no avail. You could not find a Min Yoongi in Daegu.

“See? What kind of normal person doesn’t have any social medias?” you groaned, causing your roommate to roll her eyes.

“Maybe he just doesn’t like sharing his life with the world,” Mina defended the piano teacher, “Just text him and organise something, if they look creepy you can always turn around.”

“Because that’s very safe,” you spoke, sarcasm dripping from your lips.

“Just do it,” she ordered exasperatedly, causing you to groan as you took your phone out of your pocket, the small piece of paper slipping out with it.

You pulled up a new message, entering the phone number before typing a message

Y/n: Hi, I saw your advertisement and am wondering if there is a chance that I could get piano lessons from you. Thank you, y/n

You stood from the computer chair, making your way to the kitchen before taking out two pieces of bread, buttering them with Nutella to serve as your dinner. As you took a bite into the sandwich, you felt your phone buzz, reluctantly taking it back out of your pocket and reading the text message.

Yoongi: Hi y/n, there is a chance that you could get piano lessons from me, that’s why I advertised. I’m free from 2pm tomorrow, so you can come for a free initial lesson then if you’d like :)) Thank you, Yoongi

You rolled your eyes at the text, your first impression of him was a sarcastic asshole, and you’d already dealt with Mina and the guy on the elevator today. You quickly typed a response.

Y/n: Thank you for the information, what kind of person thinks it’s sufficient to advertise on bus stops anyways? I’ll be there at 4pm, I’m only going to this because my friend is making me, so consider yourself lucky that I’m coming at all. Y/n.

You finished your sandwich, waiting for another smart reply to come through.

Yoongi: I didn’t mean to sound rude, sorry I came off that way. I’ll see you tomorrow. Thank you, Yoongi

You sighed, feeling like you were the real smart ass of the conversation. You read over his first text message, which still came out sarcastic and rude to you, but maybe it was their humour? You thought about it, deciding to reply back.

Y/n: Sorry

You cringed slightly at the singular word. Not knowing what else to write though, you sent it anyways, hoping it got the message across. Putting your phone in your pocket once again, you walked to your bathroom, brushing your teeth before changing into a pair of fluffy pyjamas and heading to bed.

You had work until 2:30pm the next day, taking the bus home before walking to your apartment building. Once you had finally gotten inside your home, it was already 3:15pm.

You sighed, taking off your large winter coat and shoes before dragging your tired feet to the kitchen, making yourself a hot chocolate.

“Ah, you’re home!” Mina walked into the open plan area, leaning her elbows on the kitchen bench, “You know that guy we saw on the elevator yesterday?”

“The asshole?” you mumbled, taking a sip of your hot beverage, “Yes, I recall.”

“So I bumped into him today when I was getting the mail,” she spoke about the encounter, “He said he was sorry; that it ‘wasn’t my intention to make your friend mad’.”

“Well he did,” you rolled your eyes, too tired to be an accepting person, “I’m just glad that I didn’t bump into him.”

“Okay,” the brunette sings, “There was more but I’m sure it can wait.”

“Tell me then,” you started to get annoyed at your friend.

“It’s nothing,” she smiled devilishly, “Enjoy your piano lesson today.”

“Okay?” you spoke confusedly, deciding to ignore her before drinking the rest of your drink.

You checked your phone, reading that it was 3:30, so you decided to quickly change into a black sweater and jeans. You placed your old clothes in the washing basket before beginning to brush your hair, as the cold weather never failed to mess it up.

The time was now 3:45 so you decided to leave your apartment for Min Yoongi’s, placing your phone and keys in your pocket before closing the front door behind you.

Walking into the elevator, you pressed the button for the floor one above your own, having remembered his address from the paper that you saw yesterday and once again today when you got off the bus.

You made your way to the door that belonged to the piano teacher, knocking twice before standing back and waiting to be let in. You stood there for about twenty seconds, and after hearing nothing from the inside, you knocked again louder.

“Hello?” you spoke loudly, jumping as you heard a noise from behind you.

“Oh, you must be the new piano student,” you whipped your head around to see the same bleach blonde haired boy from the elevator yesterday, this time carrying two bags of groceries, “Hey, you’re the girl I saw on the elevator. Sorry about that, I didn’t mean to sound rude-”

“Well you did,” you interrupted, crossing your arms over your chest as you resisted the urge to say more.

“Sorry,” he spoke, putting the beg down before fishing his keys out of his pocket, unlocking the door before taking his groceries back in his hands and walking in, nodding for you to follow.

You walked into the apartment, the floorplan being a slightly larger scaled version of your own, the whole place mainly consisting of modern black and white furniture and decorations, although still feeling homey despite the monochromatic tones.

It suddenly clicked, Mina must’ve known that he was Min Yoongi. You mentally hit yourself for acting out quickly back at your apartment, as the information could’ve been valuable at the time.

“The piano that we’ll be using is over there,” he nodded his head towards the black upright piano against the wall of his lounge room, “You can sit there now, I’m just going to head into the kitchen and put these bags down.”

You reluctantly walked over to the five foot piano, pulling out the cushioned seat before sitting down, waiting for Yoongi to come back, more so waiting for the lesson to finish so you can tell your friend ‘I told you so’ and eat your free meal.

“Okay, let’s begin,” the young man spoke as he entered the room again, walking over to sit next to you, causing you to scoot further away.

“Opening this would probably help,” he opened the lid, revealing the beautiful keys, looking almost untouched, “So the first thing you need to learn is posture and how to place your fingers on the keys properly, otherwise it’d become harder of a task to play.”

He sat close to the edge of the seat, his back straight as he placed his fingers on the keys before him, the tips of his fingers delicately touching them. You did the same, arching your hands to copy his own.

“Good,” he commented on your form, continuing to explain to you where to place your fingers, telling you which key was which, something that almost completely flew out of your head.

The two of you had been sitting in front of the piano for about an hour now, neither of you realizing how long it had actually been.

“It takes a lot of practice and time, like any other instrument,” Yoongi spoke, “But it’s a beautiful thing, the piano, and in my opinion, it’s worth every second.”

“Can you play me something?” you asked suddenly. You didn’t know when it had changed, but you were enjoying the lesson, not that you would admit it.

“Well, uh-” his hands hovered over the keys, as if wondering where to go, “Okay.”

His hands began to work the instrument with perfect rhythm, a beautiful melody sounding throughout the room. You weren’t familiar with the song, but it sounded beautiful, similar to what he looked like when playing.

His eyes didn’t wander from the keys, a soft expression written across his face as he played. He looked as though he knew every inch of the piano well; as though he had played it thousands upon thousands of times. It was a peaceful sight, and you couldn’t help being mesmerized by the sight and sound.

“That was beautiful,” you said as the sound faded out, “What song was that?”

“Well, it’s just something I’ve worked on,” he mumbled, rubbing his hands together in his lap as his cheeks turned a light shade of pink, “It’s called ‘I need U’,”

“You composed that?” you asked in shock, to which he nodded shyly in response, “That’s insane, you’re very talented.”

“Thank you,” he looked at you, a genuine gummy smile on display, “I want to produce my own music in the future, it’s basically been my dream since I was a kid.”

“Well you definitely have the skills,” you smile back at Yoongi, making eye contact for a while before looking back at your hands embarrassingly.

The two of you sat in silence before Yoongi spoke again after glancing at his watch, “Oh, it’s five thirty.”

“I should probably head home then,” you smiled shyly as you stood up, him doing the same, “Thank you for the piano lesson, would I be able to come around the same time next week?”

“It was a pleasure, you sure can,” the two of you walked to his front door, him opening it, “And once again, I’m sorry about our first encounter, I’m not great with first impressions, or really second impressions. Sorry.”

“It’s honestly fine, I’m sorry for reacting the way I did,” you walked out of the apartment, “So, this time next week.”

“I look forward to it,” Yoongi’s cute gummy smile appeared again, causing you to smile back automatically, “I’ll see you around, y/n.”

“I’ll see you around, Yoongi,” you began walking away, turning around as your curiosity got the better of you, “Hey, why don’t you have any social media?”

“What?” he looked confusedly at you.

“I tried searching for you yesterday so I knew that I wasn’t about to get murdered by a person claiming to be a piano teacher, but I couldn’t find anything,” you explained to him, causing his furrowed eyebrows to return to their natural state.

“Oh, I don’t really like to expose my life on social medias, but I do have private accounts on some that don’t have my name on them,” he explained, “Which is probably why you couldn’t find me.”

“Oh,” you nodded, before turning back around awkwardly. His explanation was completely plausible. Mina was waiting for your arrival, sitting eagerly in the living room as you walked inside the apartment.

“Soooo,” she smiled brightly, “How’d it go with Yoongi?”

“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me it was him?” you whacked her playfully as you sat beside your best friend.

“I was going to tell you before you left but you didn’t want to hear it,” she retorted, rubbing the back of her head where you had hit her, “That’s not all I was going to tell you, either.”

“What?” her words spiked your interest, waiting for her to speak.

“He said you that he didn’t often come by people as beautiful as you and didn’t know what to say to you in the elevator,” she said, a smirk playing on her face as she watched your cheeks redden and a smile appear on your face, “I knew it! You like him!”

“I do not!” you tried to defend yourself, but she was already celebrating her victory.

“I told you so! I! Told! You!” she pointed at you, “Admit you were wrong.”

“Fine,” you grumbled, arms crossed over your chest as you looked to the floor in defeat, “I was wrong.”

“Like music to my ears,” Mina spoke happily, skipping throughout the apartment.

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you-cant-remember · 4 years ago

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am i seriously back to using a vent tumblr? just to release out a bunch of feelings that i build up all the time, never leaving and just sitting there rotting me from inside out? really? this shit’s pathetic for me but that’s okay, i guess its just because i don’t wanna use a journal or anything. i’m probably gonna be more personal with these (of course not saying anything directly like.. names, or whatever or any business like that) but less general and not gonna tag my posts anymore because what’s the point even? what am i trying to achieve here? an outlet for the sake of self - expression? it all seems pointless and worthless of what i’m trying to make of it, but i just really wanted to express an issue on my mind recently so,,, why do i let people speak for me ? when you fucking try and talk for me, saying how i FEEL and what i want done its so fucking annoying. don’t try and step in for me because i don’t want it. you governing what i do, even if i’m fucking self-destructing, i never asked for advice! or your surface level explanation of my problems when you know NOTHING! only i know what I’M feeling and honestly you don’t have to translate it back to me because i never asked or offered and i’m much happier figuring it out on my own and dealing with it on my own because of how people like you deal with it and react to it and honestly i just think keeping it to myself is the best i could do because at least then people like you wouldn’t be enticed to watch me fail more, watching it and observing it from the sidelines because OH NO!! you don’t know what to do!! like my life’s some romanticized tragedy for you to explain for me! do you know how many times i’ve tried saying i think i have something or something about me is NOT regular and everyone’s like lol nah its something else!

like, i’ve come to so many conclusions and i’m sure i don’t need you to confirm or question what i’ve gone through. why does everyone need the longest explanations or the most tragic thing to happen just to prove you’re hurting? i don’t need to fucking kill myself for people to take me seriously, do i? honestly feels like it now because everytime i’ve spoken up or said anything it’s always the same wishes to get better or speak up whenever i’m feeling down when guess what genius? I ALWAYS FEEL AWFUL!!!! like, when’s the last time i’ve actually felt happy? being with people just feels numb and i feel like a geniune disappointment and really just wanna self-isolate. maybe it’s my grudges or automatic responses but god do i not wanna depend on anything for any sort of happiness. i’ve got myself, ykno? you know nothing about me but you pride yourself on it because of your stupid ass god complex that fools praise you for?? i mean, maybe its not that but regardless, people treating me like i’m some helpless little baby, incapable of fending for themselves is annoying as shit!

i guess me being indecisive shouldn’t be everybody’s problem to deal with and i’m a fucking sore to be around, but could you just like.. leave me alone and leave me be? i want you to listen, but you doing shit for me turns me away from reaching out when i’ve said the most to this group about only ONE specific issue. like. a generalization, maybe, admitting how much i just don’t wanna be here at all and they zoom in on it just feeling so bad for me and its like.. the events in my life don’t owe me an apology for essentially the inevitable. feeling constantly sorry for myself and drowning in my own pity has been so common for me and a habit i’ve sworn off on and its more just letting myself indulge in how i feel. but at least now i recognize there’s room for acceptance of whatever’s gone down and whatever i release late at night crying or whatever. i speak about my issues by even a simple statement and suddenly everyone’s feeling sorry for whatever’s went down and i don’t need your pity. i don’t need to feel more like i’m useless, someone who can do nothing. every time i wake up i sit here wondering what the fuck i’m actually doing and i feel like i’m just running without a cause, running aimlessly, running from myself and shit i’m tired. i’ve always been tired and just,, you don’t owe me your apologies for my loss. it’d be so GREAT if not every time my family meets up, its always a mention of the same death that keeps me up wondering what i could’ve done for help.

the spot i was born to fill - i know i don’t live for anyone, but honestly it seems the fault and blame is all on what i failed to do. even if i’m a disappointment, letting it go seems unnecessary. maybe its a thing on my mindset, and so i live just ignoring it and doing silly ass shit, but it always creeps up on me doing random stuff and i have nothing to do but take it and know i’m not gonna say anything about it. it comes back in simple moments - just the despair of being known and around others. the fact that i’m being perceived and people know me and it feels so fake. everyone claims they know things about me but its always so false and just my pushover ass trying to make people recognize any appeal they see in me. i strive for it and it just seems like everything people complain about seems so,, inconsequential to what i’ve felt. sure, i know it’s been hard for you and you deserve so much credit but what’s it like just to feel terrorized every time you just.. exist? i don’t have to do shit and the thoughts just loom there always, and its just a part of me. a draining parasite - without it, who the fuck would i be? all i feel seems to be the same thing and getting “better” seems like such a betraying idea.. how do you trust that? the fact that you could feel actually valued hanging out with anyone? it’s not on them and i feel so bad they have to deal with me because everything i have is self-inflicted and such a battle in my head and honestly i just wish i could sleep and escape, but you gotta face shit, yknow? thing is, people try to make me face this shit in front of them like i’m a puppet in their show, like, the sudden confrontation and my reaction to it makes me feel like a deer in headlights. i can work it out fine on my own, but with everyone’s perception of me and that spotlight,, i don’t want people to think i’m helpless. who am i even trying to impress here? i wish i could be there with you without fucking disassociating so hard because my brain doesn’t know how to think with happiness or react. anything good i feel i just feel so undeserving and i suddenly get bad memories every time anyone treats me nice,, like, i don’t need your happiness and i guess i just really don’t like being around people. to be in darkness, just indulged in it - away from anyone. that seems so peaceful. you only really exist through the ideas you give others and i guess i just wish i wasn’t known because that has the opportunity for people to see how shitty i actually am and act and how i’m just so wasteful with my life. every waking moment is a reminder of things that happened and i just feel so hollow and filthy and like a husk of anything. i feel devoid of any type of emotion usually except for this deep, aching fear and panic, just some sadness that i face all the time and i guess its just so waring on me but this is how i’ve always been. probably since i was like, what, six or seven? first time i saw someone with a bloody face and truly acknowledged what was going on, or at least my first memory of it. little did i know then, and it was stripped away so quickly as i came to that awareness. to be unawarre is really just the bliss, isn’t it. i just don’t feel deserving here and i don’t think i ever will because i just feel so heavy all the time and ANGRY and raging and experiencing emotions so hard but nobody ever sees it and i’ve gotten so good at masking it that nothing of what i even feel feels real to me!! what if i’m just making it up like every other fucking thing i show to people?? to be lost in time and forgotten would be lovely and the experience of being here in retrospect sounds so nice, but i’m so lost in my own thoughts a lot of the time that i don’t have much i think i appreciate.

and if you tell that to anyone, they don’t get it. they think you don’t appreciate them or whatever, but the truth is i DO! i’m mad at myself for not being able to express this properly! my emotions are always such a mess and i have such a bad time at verbally expressing what i fucking feel and feelings are so HARD!!!!! I APPRECIATE YOU DUDE!!!!!!! I LOVE YOU!!!!! BUT I’M SO SCARED TO EVEN FEEL THIS????? MY BRAIN REACTS SO HARSHLY TO IT AND SO I COME OFF AS SO COLD OR ON AND OFF AND I’M SORRY BECAUSE I CAN’T CONTROL IT BUT I WANNA CONTROL IT FOR YOU AND I JUST AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA WHY AM I SO AWFUL. drops mic i don’t wanna write anymore and even this doesn’t feel adequate and it probably seems so much more different from what you see so. i really just don’t make sense huh

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joeys-piano · 7 years ago

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tagged by @scribeoffate [sorry for not talking to you lately! i’ve been an awkward bean...]

so i’m supposed to list 10 random facts about myself tagging: @d2diamond , @sweetkatsuki , @possibleplatypus , @thewonderfulkatsukinikifrovs , @n3rdlif343va , @luminity-chan and all peeps that want to do this~

The more I look at this, this feels more like a confession than 10 random facts

1. The niceness that you see from me through tumblr messages/chats/posts isn’t exactly true. I’m not a nice person in real life, but I strive to be somewhat positive because people seek the internet to escape from whatever hurts them in real life so...instead of being a jerk, I try to be nice.

2. I have really bad paranoia so if you tell me to not worry about something or that something doesn’t matter, you're not helping. It’s sort of the reason why beta-readers freak me out, but I’m too scared to tell them that so I just quietly listen and scroll through their suggestions.

3. I’m wearing PJs. It’s cold tonight. And my PJs are soft and squishy. I could hug myself if I want to, but that’s kinda weird so I won’t. Okay, I’ll hug myself. *hugs self*

4. I have no real reason in having the #Joey speaks tag. Some of my favorite tumblr peeps talk about their normal life on tumblr in short little posts, so I decided to do the same thing in case I had a big following just like them. It’s kinda stupid, but I’ve enjoyed talking about random things.

5. Super awkward at updating chat messages. Am I annoying people? Do they want to talk to me? Am I bothering them? They don’t seem happy...Feeds into the paranoia and I delete tumblr messages because the communication got disconnected or stale. I never tell anybody about it.

6. Actually, a lot of problems that I have would be solved if I just talk about it, but I figured that no one else would care so I don’t. Better to do that than feed paranoia

7. I’m getting paranoid right now just writing any of this because people are going to see this post and mentally judge who I am as an individual. The internet is where you show a different side to yourself so they won’t know I am in real life, but it’s freaky that people can judge a facade of yourself and assume it’s the real you without actually knowing you. Weird, am I right?

8. Sometimes, I wish I didn’t talk so much. But then again, sometimes I text my buddies and ask them if I’m talking too much and they respond back with: “[Joey], what are you talking about? I’m glad that you’re talking!”

9. Tumblr is one of those websites that I’m afraid of, yet I’m here every day because I want to learn how to be a somewhat decent and functioning human being. And know when it’s okay to reach out to others to listen, converse, share interests, and look at something and get excited about it.

10. If I didn’t watch YoI, I wonder if I would still be here? What would I do in my free time? Who would I talk to? Would I even have a tumblr? Would I be closer to my friends? Or would I distance myself off until...

It’s scary to think how a year could’ve been very different if I didn’t decide to do something.

#Joey speaks #random tags #tagged #plus paranoia

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nineteensixtieschikadee · 7 years ago

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Jon Targaryen Confirmed // Personal feelings on R x E "annulment" situation

To be completely fair, this post will touch base on topic of “shipping” however, the overall main topic of this discussion is about the overall theme of Human Complexity. Just to make the fandom aware and stfu x)

I have a lot of feelings for the recent reveal of the new episode of Game of Thrones. On the one hand, I’m so fucking overjoyed that Jon is not a bastard Targaryen but in fact a true born–like what he has always wished for. On the other hand, I’m am somewhat disappointed of the show’s handling of the reveal.

I mean if you couldn’t already tell, I’m literally the biggest R x L shipper and I will always stan them no matter what. However, as a hardcore Song of Ice and Fire book reader, I am kinda disappointed on how the show runners decided to handle the whole R x L x E complexity and storyline. Don’t get me wrong, I really do wish and speculate that R x L did secretly get married and I hope we get this canon in TWOW. However, what I dislike about the show’s handling of this situation is the immediate disposal of Elia Martell. Let’s get this right: I don’t ship R x E. I don’t ship two people who weren’t in love with each other. However no one can deny, that Elia Martell was not that important. Real talk, she was in fact just as important because without her, there would be no complexity in the whole R + L = J storyline.

One of the major things that the general audience of Game of Thrones frequently forget, is the main theme of human complexity. Book readers already understand this because GRRM has frequently and vocally stated that there is no point in writing a story if it’s characters are not in conflict with itself. Whenever I go onto the R X L tag on Tumblr, I always find myself baffled because I see “ship-wars” everywhere. Especially in a big loving fandom like GOT, it amazes me that one plotline can split us. So many of you guys, whoever you ship, do not understand the main theme of GOT//ASOIAF. All you care about is calling Rhaegar an ass, or Elia deserving better or Lyanna being a hypocrite; just because it threatens your ships. Which is highly unfair because it disregards everything that the book series is for and it erases the complexity of these characters. Which is what the show has done. It has simplified the whole complexity of the R x L x E storyline and erases the complexity of it’s characters, while making a fan fiction out of it.

In the books it is stated over and over again that Elia Martell and Rhaegar Targaryen were not in love with each other. They did love each other, however it was only platonically. They were very close companions. Nevertheless, in the book the World of Ice and Fire, it says that despite not being in love with Rhaegar, Elia was still happy. Their relationship was platonic as R had married her out of duty. Though he also loved her enough that put a strain on him and his father, for the Mad King did not like Elia and made racial remarks to her. Though this fact is only one part of the whole R x L x E complexity. I am and always will be a firm believer that R & L were in love. Though I will always admit that Elia played a part in their story too.

Which is why I’m pissed that the show decided to go with an “annulment” of Rhaegar and Elia to further simplify this storyline. Historically and logically in a Song of Ice and Fire, annulments did not fucking exist. It did not exist in this story and story wise, it doesn’t make fucking sense for Rhaegar to split with Elia in order to make Jon legitimate. I’m sure that GRRM would make Jon a legitimate Targaryen only because it fits so well with the story; and that if he were a bastard Stark and a bastard Targaryen, there honestly would be no point in the story, and it makes the whole R x L x E storyline less complex. Grrm is all about story and character complexity, which is why an annulment doesn’t make sense. It lessens the complexity of these characters, and it makes me love R x L even less.

The reason why I stan and love R x L so much is because of how complex they are. I love them so much because we barely know anything about them except for the stories that all these unreliable narrators tell us. They are ambiguous, intriguing, and mysterious. In the story, an annulment doesn’t exist because the faith of the 7 is a recognized religion and the only way for one to be recognized as “split” would be if your spouse had died. Or if it was unconsummated. Technically. The whole complexity of this marriage is due to in fact that Rhaegar was married Elia as he could also have been married to Lyanna. For this to work, it would have been a polygamous marriage.

This is where we get into speculation territory, so these are my opinions only. I ask that we have a respectable discussion underneath this post:

I really want to believe that R x L were married. And ever since the end of a Dance of Dragons, I have been shipping Rhaegar and Lyanna. That was years ago though, before the whole general audience was aware of this whole R+L=J theory. Tbh, ever since the whole reveal became semi-confirmed I’ve been annoyed because everyone jumped to conclusions about all these characters and it erased everything unique about them. I want to believe that R & L did in fact get married, however R was married before to Elia. This creates a contraction to the theory but it also makes everything more complex. Which is why I disagree on the whole annulment fan fiction thing going on. It lessens everything about the story. If it was canon in the books, I would perhaps be a bit more accepting, but it hasn’t happened yet. And I doubt an annulment will happen.

Elia is seen to be as kind, and most importantly, smart. She wasn't just a "delicate flower." She was Dornish. she was a viper. She was intelligent and politically smart too. What people seem to forget is that Elia was in fact also aware of the Prince that was Promised prophecy. It is part of the reasons why she and Rhaegar married. And she understood that. That’s why she attempted to give him 3 children, but only succeeded with two. She could not give a third because it could’ve killed her. She too, along with Rhaegar attempted to fulfill this prophecy. But she couldn’t help fulfill a part of it. I don’t want to go much into detail of my speculations, in fear of causing another fandom war here, but Elia was smart. She was good, and she was gentle. And kind. And witty. And clever. She could have been cunning too if she tried. And there would be no way in hell that she would allow Rhaegar to dispose and humiliate it her like the way he did, if by some wide speculation that she wasn’t in on it too. Which makes it even more complex. I’m also a firm believer that R x L did get married, however under the faith of the Old Gods. Elia and Rhaegar married under the faith of the 7. Which is also plausible in making Jon legitimate, considering the polygamous marriages ended with Baelor the Blessed. It also makes it again, even more complex.

Like I said, one of the main themes of ASOIAF is character and story complexity. Jamie Lannister is one of the easiest examples given of character complexity. Did Elia deserve better, yes she did. Though that doesn’t mean she wasn’t as innocent as everyone claims her to be. She is neither good nor is she bad. She’s complex. And possibly the most because we don’t know anything about her. That goes for Rhaegar too. People praise him, but also call him an ass. Without fully taking consideration of the theme of human complexity. He was neither bad, nor was he truly good as well. The same importantly goes for Lyanna. Everyone knows that Lyanna was strong, fierce and wilful. She didn’t want to marry Robert because she knew that he would never keep to one bed. “Love is sweet dearest Ned. But it cannot change a man’s nature.” which in turn if she married Rhaegar, it would make her a hypocrite. Which is why it makes her character even more fucking complex. Unless by some chance, Elia for unknown reasons gave her regards and allowed Lyanna and Rhaegar to get married under the Old Gods. Either for love or to fulfill a prophecy, whatever.

The fact that we don’t know almost anything about these 3 characters leave them to be the 3 most complex and important main characters of the story. With Rhaegar being the most complex of the complex. Which is why I disagree with the annulment in the show. The fact that they chose to dispose Elia like that, to make things simpler, annoys me. Because without Elia, there would be no story. Rhaegar and Lyanna only make up half of the song of ice and fire story. Without Elia, it would not be complete. There would be no story, there would be no complexity. There would be no Jon Snow. Without Elia, what theme would the story have without her. There is an importance of Elia’s character, and the fact that even Elia fans wants to imagine this character as only sweet and innocent. It takes away from her character complexity. It takes away from the story complexity if you only imagine one character as one defining quality. Rhaegar is not innocent, nor is he evil. Lyanna is not as honorable, though she is not a coward. And Elia is not as innocent nor is she as favorable. She is complex. And that’s what I love about ASOIAF. Because of it’s theme of human complexity. And how it handles the story. Human complexity is heart of the story and it is the most important aspect of GOT.

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themessafterthemarty · 7 years ago

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92 Things

Rules: Answer these 92 statements and tag people.

I was tagged by- you know what, just guess.

spoilers: it was @monstermunch321

LAST:

1. Drink: Hot chocolate with Bailey’s 2. Phone call: .... @missgoldfishqueen ?? I think?? 3. Text message: Definitely @missgoldfishqueen 4. Song you listen to: At The End of The Day from the 10th Anniversary Les Misérables Concert 5. Time you cried: Literally no clue

HAVE YOU:

6. Dated someone twice: you say that as though I’ve ever been on a date 7. Kissed someone and regretted it: debatable consent from my part but there was definitely regret there 8. Been cheated on: you say that as though anyone’s been in a position to 9. Lost someone special: everyone’s special in their own way 10. Been depressed: only a doctor could say 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: noep

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLOURS:

12-14: Red, purple and... black? Grey? Green?

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU:

15. Made new friends: Indeed 16. Fallen out of love: Nindeed (did that work as a humourous negative indeed?) 17. Laughed until you cried: Indeed 18. Found out someone was talking about you: ..... I mean yeah sometimes my friend mention things about me to each other, I guess?? 19. Met someone who changed you: Like, everyone changes you in various ways 20. Found out who your friends are: this sounds so ominous, like what, were they lizards (but also kind of yes) (not that they were lizards) (if they are I don’t know that they are) 21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: there has been no kisses

GENERAL:

22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: I don’t really keep count?? Excepting like around a dozen people I’ve met online over the years, I’ve met everyone IRL in one way or another 23. Do you have any pets: Not currently, unless you count the infinite spiders around the house (especially the one with a garage door sized web that I am just not touching ever) 24. Do you want to change your name: I mean I’m using a nickname version of my middle name and I’ve never used my first, but I don’t feel any urge to change that, I enjoy my secret identity 25. What did you do for your last Birthday: ... Don’t think I did anything? There was no one to invite, probably just some family thing. EDIT: wait yes I remember I was looking forward to getting dinner made for me for once and instead my dad challenged me to invite THEM over for dinner so instead of getting a day of relaxing I got cleaning my living room and making a dinner for 8 people 26. What time do you wake up: like 1 am or 1 pm or 5 pm or 10 am or noon or 6 am or.... (these are all times from the last two-three weeks) 27. What were you doing at midnight last night: Writing fanfic and trying not to disturb my mom trying to sleep in the bed next to me 28. Name something you can’t wait for: I’m feeling like I could comfortably wait for most things these days, a bit of time is good for the soul 29. When was the last time you saw your mom?: she’s right here, m8 30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: hah let’s not get deep, I like looking forward rather than back, if I can’t change it then let’s not dwell on what can’t be 31. What are you listening to right now: There’s a TV on in the background and this keyboard makes a lot of noise when I write on it.

32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: I have 33. Something that is getting on your nerves: Being told I need to clean my room. I am aware it’s a mess, grandma. I live on my own. It’s mine, not yours. (also monstermunchkin, in response to your answer, you don’t need to diet, omg?? dude you look great as you are) 34. Most visited website: On this laptop, apparently Tumblr (according to Chrome) 35. Mole/s: I mean who doesn’t have any?? 36. Mark/s: As in scars or something? If so yes (if birthmarks then also yes) 37. Childhood dream: I wanted to become an author, and a pirate, and a composer, and a scientist, and a performing musician. I mean preferably all at the same time, I guess. 38. Hair colour: Blond 39. Long or short hair: Short but MUCH longer than it was 40. Do you have a crush on someone: Noep 41. What do you like about yourself: People apparently feel safe talking to me, so whatever that trait is, that’s nice 42. Piercings: Just me ears, matey 43. Blood type: Mom says A+ 44. Nicknames: Of the nice sort there’s Marty, Martyparty, Mørt, Mørterøl (a variation of vørterøl, a non-alcoholic malt beverage that I have no connection to) really if it starts with an M and @missgoldfishqueen says it, I just assume she’s trying to communicate with me 45. Relationship status: The Singlest 46. Zodiac: Scorpio 47. Pronouns: take the first vegetable that comes to mind and just go with that 48. Favourite TV Shows: Star Trek 50. Right or left hand: Right 51. Surgery: Never been in a hospital after the age of one 52. Hair dyed in different colour: Soooo many times 53. Sport: nooooooooooo 55. Vacation: At the moment 56. Pair of trainers: I have given up on understanding what different names of shoes mean in English

MORE GENERAL:

57. Eating: I took a break to go eat at the hotel buffet in the middle of answering this so like, everything, dude 58. Drinking: Nothing right now 59. I’m about to: Write on my Phandom Big Bang fanfic, if I do what I’m supposed to 62. Want: my drawing tablet so I could draw something 63. Get married: I mean, I need a partner in crime someday 64. Career: If nothing else comes up I’m just gonna stay at the university and be a nerd professionally (Bachelor, then Masters, then PhD, then working towards professor), but also have way too many hobbies

WHICH IS BETTER:

65. Hugs or kisses: Affectionate hug assaults and cuddle sandwiches 66. Lips or eyes: I mean are you looking at them or touching them cus eyes are beautiful but they’re kinda gross to touch while lips are like soft and squishy 67. Shorter or taller: Than what? 68. Older or younger: Than what????? 70. Nice arms or nice stomach: Define ‘nice’, because I can tell you nothing works better as a pillow than a soft stomach and that’s very nice of it 71. Sensitive or loud: I am not seeing this comparison 72. Hook up or relationship: you go from bros to hos, but like, good hos 73. Troublemaker or hesitant: it’s all about the intentions

HAVE YOU EVER:

74. Kissed a Stranger: Noep 75. Drank hard liquor: Mixed with stuff 76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: No unless we count sunglasses 77. Turned someone down: you imply there’d be someone 78. Sex on the first date: you need a date first 79. Broken someone’s heart: not to my knowledge 80. Had your heart broken: not to my knowledge 81. Been arrested: not to my knowledge 82. Cried when someone died: you’d think this was family but it was Leonard Nimoy 83. Fallen for a friend: For a second I thought you meant that literally and let’s just go with that: yes, yes I have, I was on rollerskates, and well it was more like she fell for me cus I fell on top of her.

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

84: Yourself: I do sometimes doubt my existence 85. Miracles: Per definition this means divine interference and I just think any possible god is a bit too busy, the world’s just full of glorious coincidences 86. Love at first sight: I’d immediately suspect alien interference 87. Santa Claus: a very real cultural concept that should be respected 88. Kiss on the first date: I mean each to their own, you could’ve known each other for 10 years or an hour, a “first date” is pretty vague, just go with your gut as long as everyone’s consenting

OTHER:

90. Current best friend name: Seasons change and so does her name, but I’m making an execute decision right now and her name is Bella 91. Eye colour: If you have like, the ocean, but the weather’s really bad and you’re like “wow I don’t wanna go out there”, that’s the window to my soul right there 92. Favourite movie: There’s way too many to choose from but I’m gonna go with a childhood favourite for this and say The Aristocats (haven’t seen it in ages, tho)

I tag: @missgoldfishqueen , @laura-sketches , @tiredofbeingnice123 , @glitterydoritos (though I think you may have been tagged by monstermunch, too) , and now I can’t remember who usually responds and who I might just be tagging infinitely so I’m not gonna risk bothering someone (pls don’t feel pressured and know I do not mean to annoy)

#i was tagged #about me

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imagine-ikebukuro · 8 years ago

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tagged in a few things

more under the cut!

92 truths meme

Tagged by: @glitzcake thank u!

LAST…

[1] Drink: orange juice

[2] Phone call: a friend of mine, annika

[3]Text message: my brother

[4] Song you listened to: this remix, i’m obsessed with it lately!

[5] Time you cried: aw shit, a few days ago? last weekend? idk man

HAVE YOU EVER…

[6] Dated someone twice: no

[7] Been cheated on: nope

[8] Kissed someone and regretted it: yup

[9] Lost someone special: kind of? but… more in a sense of drifting apart rather than someone passing away

[10] Been depressed: not diagnosed, but i’m pretty sure my mental health is not at its best at all

[11] Gotten drunk and thrown up: lmao yes and not only once either

LIST THREE FAVOURITE COLORS…

[12] grey!

[13] turquoise!

[14] burgundy!

IN THE LAST YEAR…

[15] IN THE LAST YEAR…

[16] fallen out of love: nah

[17] laughed until you cried: pretty sure

[18] found out someone was talking about you: people be talking shit 24/7 and all i gotta say about it: I DON’T CARE AS LONG AS IT’S ABOUT ME

[19] met someone who changed you: mhhhh, no not really

[20] found out who your true friends are: definitely!

[21] kissed someone on your facebook list: yeeeaaah? could’ve been in 2015, my sense of time is terrible Dx

GENERAL…

[22] how many of your facebook friends do you know in real life: 90% of people, 5% others are friends i’ve known for several months or years over the internet and 5% are random people or some “celebrities” i found lmao

[23] do you have any pets: no, sadly not ;;

[24] do you want to change your name: i’m fine with my name, tbh!

[25] what did you do for your last birthday: i went to the museum and ate sushi with my family and a few weeks later had a party with my friends

[26] what time did you wake up: today? 8am

[27] what were you doing at midnight last night: watching youtube videos

[28] name something you cannot wait for: to finally be accepted to college and not being nervous about applying for university and everything, but have it all sorted out

[29] when was the last time you saw your mother: she’s sitting in the same room as me right now

[30] what is one thing you wish you could change about your life: if i could go back in time, i would do anything to have my father and i get along properly today

[31] what are you listening to right now: a zelda remix playlist

[32] have you ever talked to a person named tom: actually, yes, i had a huge crush on someone named tom, he was two classes above me during middle school

[33] something that is getting you nervous: the thought of me getting my wisdom teeth removed tomorrow, ugh. also, general organization and planning shit, like applying for college, moving out of my hometown, living on my own very soon, being forced to meet new people, all that jazz.

[34] most visited website: i guess tumblr? even though, lately, it’s probably youtube

[35] elementary: 2004 - 2008

[36] high school: graduated last year

[37] college: i can apply for my first semester next week. if i’m accepted, i’ll start going there in fall this year.

[38] hair color: i’m a ginger, so red-brown

[39] long or short hair: short! i cut it into an undercut like almost 2 years ago

[40] do you have a crush on someone: no, i avoid that shit

[41] what do you like about yourself: my eye color?

[42] piercings: i literally got zero piercings, not even on my ears, but i wish i had an industrial piercing and i used to really want flesh tunnels, maybe i’ll get there eventually

[43] blood type: i actually don’t know :^)

[44] nickname: some people call me lilly, some call me li. the villagers in my animal crossing town call me ukeprince, wot

[45] relationship status: married to the neighbour’s cat which i saw from my window and went out for just to pet it about 500 times by now

[46] zodiac sign: virgo!

[47] pronouns: they/them, she/her, he/him

[48] fav tv show: at the moment i’m watching PLL (but i don’t like it at all so rip) my favorite’s gotta be buffy the vampire slayer!

[49] tattoos: none yet

[50] right or left hand: right handed

FIRST…

[51] surgery: i had surgery in my mouth last year and like mentioned above, i’m getting my wisdom teeth removed tomorrow, if that counts

[52] piercing: none

[53] best friend: she’s not even active on tumblr anymore, rip, her name’s lydia though IF YOU READ THIS, THEN HELLO MY BRO

[54] sport: i’m planning to swim regularly again after recovering and healing up from surgery

[55] vacation: if it counts, my first ever “vacation” was the music festival Rock im Park 2013 with my father and a good friend of mine

[56] pair of trainers: no clue

RIGHT NOW…

[57] eating: nothing

[58] drinking: orange juice

[59] i’m about to: maybe get to playing some loz: botw

[60] listening to: still the loz remix playlist

[61] waiting for: anxious feelings to pass

[62] want: a huge cup of coffee

[63] get married: nopedy nope, i don’t fixate myself on wishing to get married. if it happens, it happens and i’ll be happy about it, but if not, then that’s cool on my terms, too!

[64] career: i’m working on becoming a teacher (i want to teach german, english and ethics in high schools)

WHICH IS BETTER…

[65] hugs or kisses: honestly, it depends, but generally, i’d say hugs

[66] lips or eyes: eyessss

[67] shorter or taller: i don’t care, both is nice

[68] older or younger: as long as it’s pretty close to my age, i don’t mind

[69] romantic or spontaneous: neither LMAO if i had to chose, romantic, bc i’m as spontaneous as a potato, i gotta plan ahead, bruh

[70] nice arms or nice stomach: stomach! and by that i mean any kind of stomach! ripped af or soft, i’m weak.

[71] sensitive or loud: sensitive

[72] hook up or relationship: relationship

[73] troublemaker or hesitant: a nice balance between the two would be cool. let’s be real though, troublemakers always catch my eye, even though i’m quickly annoyed by them just as well wtf is wrong with me

HAVE YOU EVER…

[74] kissed a stranger?: no

[75] drank hard liquor?: yes

[76] lost glasses/contact lenses?: no wtf i’d be walking around half blind

[77] turned someone down: yes

[78] sex on first date?: no

[79] broken someone’s heart?: apparently so

[80] had your own heart broken?: at the time i think i would’ve called it that, but honestly, it wasn’t that horrible, so nah?

[81] been arrested?: no

[82] cried when someone died?: yeah

[83] fallen for a friend?: do lowkey crushes count in which you gush over how amazing someone is? platonic crushes? it’s a thing.

DO YOU BELIEVE IN…

[84] yourself?: i used not to, but lately i’m more confident i think!

[85] miracles?: not really

[86] love at first sight?: no

[87] Santa Claus?: no

[88] kiss on the first date?: sure

[89] angels?: no

OTHER…

[90] current best friend’s name: Lydia

[91] eye color: greyish-green (if i cry or sometimes late at night they’re really GREEN!)

[92] favorite movie: nightmare before christmas!

10 questions ask game.

tagged by @peacefuldesires thx!

What things make you smile and all warm-fuzzy inside? CATS no seriously, i can have the worst day, but when i walk home and get to pet a cat on the way, i instantly better. i remember coming home after my last final exam all upset and a cat meowing at me and purring and wanting to cuddle with me and i couldn’t help but smile!

What things make you feel a bit sad (don’t push yourself to answer this one)? my current family situation, there’s a bit of drama and fights going on.

What things inspire you to grow? anything and everything, to be honest. there’s new things you experience and learn every single day. things you conquer and master just fine and mistakes you make and all of them shape you into knowing what to do next time a bit more.

The last song(s) that you couldn’t stop listening to? i can’t really think of anything right now, uhhhh, i’ve been listening to the trust me durarara!! ending lately again haha

5. Are you an introvert/extrovert/ambivert? What kind (are you a shy extrovert, super confident introvert, or perhaps a really confused ambivert :0)?: i’m an introvert through and through. i wouldn’t say i’m exceptionally shy nor super confident. i’m somewhere in between. it really depends, around my friends i’m outgoing and cheering and with certain strangers, especially if i know i have to talk with them for literally no longer than 3 minutes right now (i.e. a cashier or someone you walk past) then i’m polite and rather talkative. i just feel exhausted even after spending a lot of time with friends, though the time was enjoyable, but i need my alone time for sure.

What calms you down? the triangle breath! it’s my favorite method to use whenever i feel anxious, upset, angry, or just need to stop and pause for a few minutes. you picture a triangle in your mind (you can even trace it with your finger, or if you can draw it on a piece of paper). you take a breath in through your nose, tracing one side of the triangle. then you breathe out through your mouth, tracing the second and third side of it. other than that, listening to music, taking a nap, petting a cat, watching videos of cats or other cute stuff, sometimes playing a video game.

A character that you really relate to (perhaps you have similar personalities, or maybe you came from similar backgrounds)?: this is gonna sound trashy, but saeyoung choi from mystic messenger and there’s a story behind it too. my friends were playing it way before me and told me “there’s this character that looks just like you, you know nerd glasses, messy red hair, always wearing a baggy black hoodie. he even acts like you, making puns and using memes ALL THE TIME!” and it’s true lmao. also, kaneki ken to some extent? like i really resonate with his personality, the choices he makes, his thoughts speak to me, he’s pretty harsh on himself and goes through ways that are self destructive if he can help others with it.

One thing you love learning? language, it’s just fascinating to me.

Angst or fluff? ANGST, I AM THE ANGST QUEEN, COME ON

If you punch yourself, does that mean you’re strong or does that mean you’re weak? neither and a little bit of both at the same time. let’s go deep in on this one and take the “punch” as emotional self loathing. bashing yourself down definitely doesn’t mean you’re strong, it doesn’t make you tough at all, it only means you’re harsh on yourself. it doesn’t make you weak either. you’re making yourself believe you are weak, but the fact that you endure that and still have the power to do so, means you’re tougher than you’re think.

MY QUESTIONS:

Now that spring’s here, what’s your favorite thing about this season and what do you not like about it?

What’s your spirit animal? Literally. Which animal do you think resembles your inner self and why? (maybe your Patronus, if you know it?

What’s your go-to order at a café?

Do you consider yourself to be creative?

If you could go back in time and change something, would you? If so, what? If not, why?

Where do you see yourself in 20 years from now?

Home sweet home, what makes you feel comfortable in your own home? What’s the overall aesthetic of your room, any colors, textures, an atmosphere, do you maybe keep many stuffed animals or posters or plants?

What do you think is most important when it comes to friendship?

What’s something you improved in since last year?

Werewolves or Vampires, which are cooler?

I tag: @imagine-your-party-hosts || @obsessivefujoshi || @dotaccino || @mollyxmousey || anyone who wants to do this

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