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monochromemedic · 3 years ago

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I had been stuck in the Dark World for who knows how long. The days didn’t seem to matter down here. No sun, no moon, just the vibrant green grid that coated the sky that would twitch and surge with occasional frequency. When I first got here, I fought hard to get back to the surface, to fight for any sense of normalcy, for home but after a while the dream began to fade. The options began to run dry when compared to the dangers that surrounded me. And so I settled. I survived. I searched for food, begged for shelter from kind Darkners. I did what I had to to live. The Queen was not an option. Whispers from Darkners told me how I was just what she was looking for, that would help her expand her reign to the Light World. As much as that would probably help me, I didn’t want to ruin the lives of others for the chance to see my family, as much as I missed them with every passing minute. The sound of bustling cars and the blinding lights of neon signs stung my senses, my palms pressing into my eyes to drown out what I could. Damn it this place never slept did it? There was always something, some sort of noise. Whatever bags I had under my eyes were probably made cartoonishly drastic with the lack of pure rest I was getting. ‘Supose it was better then being dead... My body felt heavy, and I knew I’d have to find a place to rest or I’d fall asleep mid crossing of a road and get run over by one of those goofy cars I’d seen. Maybe that wouldn’t be so bad... I recalled the time one of the car’s rear bumped into a fire hydrant (or at least I thought it was) and made a squeaking sound. The darkness of a certain alley called to me, the silence a sweet lullaby to the roaring around me. Was it dangerous? Oh yeah. Was it stupid? No shit. Was I going to do it? The shadows the engulfed me were perfect and if it wasn’t for the underlying stench of garbage it’d probably be ideal. Still beggars couldn’t be choosers and if tonight was good enough I would have to consider having this as my permanent sleeping spot. My back slid against the cool wall across from the dumpster, eyes half lidded as they read the advertisements littering above. Why the hell did the Queen have ads anyway, if she wanted she could monopolize any products she wanted... Despite the quiet I couldn’t shake the feeling that creeped down my spine. The presence of something other then myself around me. I tried to close my eyes, I was in the city after all. It’d be concerning if I didn’t feel like people were one second from crawling up my ass. Though I had to admit I didn’t expect to actually feel something begin to touch me. My eyes snapped open, elbow prodding into a blurry shape that yelped and tumbled backward, it’s grasp my on shoulder tearing a hole in my already worn shirt in the struggle. “Hey! What the hell?!” I barked, standing over the perpetrator. My shoulders slumped when I saw what looked to be a doll staring up at me with wide eyes, an over exaggerated smile permanently spread across it’s face. The creature’s jaw opened wider with a clack, it’s small body shooting upwards to stand on it’s small pointed feet. “WOAH WOAH WOAHAH- [Live worms]!” The darkner’s voice was deafeningly loud, a shrill tone that cut the air like newly sharpened blades. “ I THOUGHT YOU WERE [Roadkill]. NICE TO KNOW I WON’T BE [Sleeping with the fishes] T0NIGHT!!” Well he had a certain way of speaking that was obvious. What the hell was going on with him, he talked like he was constantly being cut of random clips of other people speaking. He talked like a youtube poop or any other shitpost that would randomly shove memes into them for a quick laugh. “You thought I was dead? I was just... I was... uh.” I looked around me, eyeing the dirt and debris. “I was... going to sleep... here.” Dammit, telling people I had to sleep in such ratty places were always a blow to the ego but I suppose it was better then saying ‘Oh I was just sitting down here to die’ The puppet shook his head and waltzed over to the dumpster, his small hand smacking the side with a sense of pride. “ [Finders keepers, losers weepers] HUMAN, YOU PICKED A GOOD SPOT. TOO BAD [so sadd] I GOT HERE FIRST. THOUGH FOR A DEAL I SUPPOSE I COULD [Share the love~]” “Got here first... what are you talking about?” The Darkner let out a laugh, distorted echoes filling the air as he leapt inside, a solitary hand popping out to beg me to come closer. This was a terrible idea, but despite my best judgement I followed, and witnessed what I could only describe to be a makeshift bed inside. The puppet laid on top of musty mats and raggedy rugs, a single stained pillow resting just beneath his head. My god was he living in here? The creature continued his laugh, lurching only a few inches away from my face. “ [Sweet deal] ISN’T IT? J3ALOUS, [baby]?” I shirked back, cheeks reddening at the tone of his last word. I was most defiantly not jealous, in fact I was filled with remorse, something his pride did not help with. “It’s... uh something. I guess this means I’ll have to find another alleyway um, sorry for bothering you-” “SPAMTON.” “What?” His hand shot out towards my chest, fingers wiggling for a handshake. “SP-SPA MTON G SPAMTON, [Number 1 rated salesmen 1997]” He announced, an extra flair of bravado laced his titled. His hand was surprisingly warm for what it was made of but nothing that would be described as body temperature. “Jenna. Also 1997.” “WHAT A YEAR. LISTEN LIGHT nER, I AM DEALSMAN [yes/no?]” “Um... y-yes? I don’t-” “THEN LET ME MAKE A DEAL YEAH? FOR ONLY [many] KROMER, YOU MAY STAY IN MY [Privately owned] ALLEY. IT’S A REAL [steal] YOU’RE ROBBING ME [deaf] HERE!” My brows furrowed as I searched his face for any context clues for what the hell he was trying to say. Kromer? What the fuck was ‘kromer’? The only thing I knew of currency down here was dark dollars not kromer... even if he did ask for dark dollars he didn’t name a price, he just said many. And the amount of dark dollars I had was zero. “Uh I don’t have kromer. I don’t even have dark dollars I’m kinda broke Spamton, in case you couldn’t tell from uh...” I trailed off realizing saying that sleeping in an alley wasn’t a very smart thing to say to someone who slept in an alley. He seemed surprised by my words, beginning to tug on my coat, flipping my pockets to see if I was really lying. I had to push his mitts off me a couple of times, to which he eventually got the idea the way his hands began to rub at his extended jaw. “NO KROMER... WHAT CAN YOU DO?” “What do you mean?” He seemed to sense my change in tone, his grin beginning to wobble nervously “[Whoopsie daisy!] LET ME START AGAIN. DO YOU HAVE A [trade]? A [skill] TO [Exchange for goods and services]?” he croaked. I eyed the ground, rubbing the back of my neck. What the hell was I good at again? “I mean, I can draw, I suppose...” “ARTIST? WOW OWOW!” Spamton’s face lit up before digging in the dumpster, pulling out a few napkins and a ball point pen and shoving them into my hands. “WHAT A [trade] TELL YOU WHAT. YOU DRAW A [one-of-a-kind masterpiece] AND YOU CAN STAY THE NIGHT!” “You’ll let me stay... if I draw something for you on this napkin. Am I getting that right?” The doll nodded feverishly, basically hovering over my shoulder as I played with the pen. This was certainly the weirdest way to pay someone that I could imagine... well no but one that was in the realm of reality. I had to ask Spamton to give me some space a few time, the feeling of his breath on my neck making me more then nervous as I drew. God he was like those kids in school that would ask for drawings but ten times worse with the amount of personal space he’d give you. Besides I needed something to draw and with nothing on the mind why not draw the most interesting thing in front of me. I held the finished doodle out to Spamton only to have it snatched out of my fingers so fast I swore we could have started a fire. “WOAH...” The puppet sank inside of the dumpster, his face softening as for once in what seemed like forever the alley way grew silent. “THIS IS... ME?” “Yeah. Sorry I didn’t know what to draw, you kind of put me on the spot. Besides everyone likes drawings of themselves right?” I shrugged, being pulled away from my thoughts by an overdramatic sniffle. Was he... crying? Not quite, just damn well close. Spamton’s shoulders quaked as a warm smile returned to his cheeks, slipping the napkin into his pocket with glee. “SO GOOD... THANK YOU.” “It’s really nothing, honestly that was a pretty shitty drawing.” “WHAT? YOU’RE [&#!^]ING ME! THAT WAS [BIG SHOT]” He was screaming again, hands gesturing wildly about. “It wasn’t but thank you. I wish I was better to be honest. I’m not very happy with my art, not at all.” I turned away from his gaze, unsure of why I was overcome by a choking sensation building my throat. Why the hell was I telling this stranger this sort of stuff anyway? I mean I could hazard a guess it was the fact that this was the longest conversation I had had with anyone since I had gotten down here but with how things were it could be some magic power the doll possessed to tell him my deepest darkest secrets. “YOU DON’T THINK THIS IS [Big?]” “No.” “WHY NOT?” “I don’t know. I just... I think it doesn’t look the way I want it to. Doesn’t look good to me, and I don’t know how to fix it. Which I guess is a little funny considering how long I’ve been drawing. Just keep... drawing and drawing and never improving, least not how I’d like. It’s just garbage to me.” Spamton’s face seemed to fall, his glasses fading to a dark inky black. “YOU FEEL? NO GOOD AT WHAT YOU DO? YOUR [passion]?” “Yeah.” A laugh ripped from his chest, his head lolling back with each chuckle. I felt my soul began to crack, a shame flooding my body with how hard he seemed to laugh. Did he find this funny? Humorous? I felt tears prick my eyes as I snapped my head back to glare at him, his head glitching back to stare back at me. “YOU’RE JUST LIKE ME, JENNA. A [slime] A REAL [slime]!” With a quick motion the puppet jumped to the ground, his hand resting against my arm as he spoke. “YOU’RE A REAL [BIG SHOT] YOU KNOW THAT? STAY AS LONG AS YOUR [Greasy little heart] DESIRES!” Well... that was unexpected. He’d really let me stay here as long as I want cause I was pathetic? Or did he just feel sorry for me? What was going on? And why was he calling me a slime... or us a slime? “Oh... uh thanks? I didn’t think I was being much of a big shot whatever that is but I apricate it. Really.” His head clacked with every little nod, leading me to a pile of cardboard boxes and patting them with the grace of a car salesman. “BEST [Seat in the house] ALL FOR YOU. [Night night forever]!” Spamton beamed, awkwardly swaying side to side before stumbling back to the dumpster a few inches away and crawling inside of it, much like a wild animal. I couldn’t help but laugh a little. This guy was weird. Kinda creepy but also kind of funny. I honestly couldn’t pinpoint a feeling on him but at least he didn’t want to hurt me just make weird ass deals and make me ‘big’. Did that mean famous? Was this guy so into my art he wanted to be some sort of manager? I rubbed my eyes and let out a yawn, the excitement of the day finally beginning to fade. God I forgot how tired I was, that little guy made me feel like I was gonna go into fight or flight. “Hey Spamton?” “YES?” his voice echoed from inside the metal container. “...Thank you.”

#self insert #spamton #vent #idk im just thinking #just wanted something to do

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missazura · 3 years ago

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Yo that stuff with your oc and Bill looks really cool and I wanna find out more about the lore behind her cause it seems like there's some deep stuff there

okay buckle up folks i'm in the mood for a good old fashioned story time bc this Bill arc is one of my faves that i’ve rped in my life!

edit: wow this was taking way longer than i expected, so i’m gonna cut half of it under read more! enjoy! some of the art here is made by my good friend @lyesander!

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Once upon a time... a mortal fell in love with a god.

Because of his status, Azura often felt like she wasn't good enough. She was incredibly flawed, human, imperfect. This made her insecure and jealous, often compared herself to everyone and realized that she sat at the bottom. They were engaged, and she thought she needed to improve herself so they could live happily ever after.

Little did she know, the devil had a solution.

"Can you fix me?" The mortal pleaded to the mysterious being, "Throw away all my flaws and make me perfect- there's nothing more that I want in the world." To this the dream demon agreed, in exchange she would have to repay him some other time. She slept that night and he went to work as promised and woke up feeling happy and renewed, blind to the other things he had added in the mix.

Days went by, and it wasn’t long until her awful feelings resurfaced. The mortal demanded an explanation to why he failed- and since feelings can’t be locked away so easily, he told her that it wasn’t his fault, and took the opportunity to claim his end of the bargain.

He proposed a little side project that he needed help on. The sooner she finishes it for him the sooner that he’d leave her in peace.

Once it was done, there was no turning back.

The sky turned red and cracked into pieces. Everybody fled for their lives. The world was ending, Weirdmageddon was here. Azura knew that she couldn’t let this continue and tried to stop the demon with her might...

...and ended up losing her mind instead.

He stripped off her morals, they partied together, burned orphanages and caused so much chaos and carnage it was one of the most gut wrenching thing any sane person could go through. She got tattoos and statues in his honor- it was a nightmare to wake up to! And Bill will NEVER let her forget that. They were “buddies” the same way that two criminals would be working together, peppered with a little worshipping here and there.

After she gained back her senses reality struck her with immense guilt that no one could ever comprehend.

Knowing this, Bill proposed that they make another deal- a deal that will end all deals. He would spin back time and make sure none of it ever happened, everything and everyone will be the way it was before she meddled, lives safe and unharmed. An undo button at the cost of a single stone that she’d keep on her person at all times.

Knowing how untrustworthy he is, Azura refused to do so. She knew there’d be some sort of worse catch and did her best to refuse his offer. Eventually Bill had gotten sick of her avoiding him and he transferred her mind into the body of an infant named Olivia, where she’d grow and live for 15 years as someone else entirely, only to experience Weirdmageddon happen from the eyes of a bystander and killed by her former, mad induced self.

In her terror and grief she agreed to the deal, the world went back to normal. Within that time Azura managed to escape and left to wander years later, with the massive guilt and night terrors haunting her every day. Despite it all, she was relieved that he never showed up again... until one day. Years later... Bill decided to pay her a visit.

It was time to get his stone back.

She fought against giving it to him. He held her hostage in the mindscape with no way out but through him. She’ll only be free once she gives him what he wants- the stone, or rather, a triangular siphon that was responsible on draining her powers. The multiverse-traveling kind.

With nowhere to run and hide, Azura eventually gave up after weeks to months of being stuck inside her head. Bill has claimed the stone, and it was time to put his plan into action.

By disassembling reality itself and remake it into his own.

He tore reality apart to face the Axolotl who stayed behind the curtain. Despite everything, he failed to reach his goal and ended up being rendered powerless as punishment. He got salsa in his eye (thanks Mabel) and it was hilarious!

Meanwhile Azura was glad to stay off his radar from then on. This is why she has trust issues and will never ever ever be friends with any sort of Bill ever again. Or anyone else again, really. So that’s the story of the infamous Bill arc, thank you for reading through! <3

#azura arts #friend's art #rp stuff #buygoldbye #the lore.... it is here..#IT TOOK ME 3 HOURS TO WRITE THIS

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lilover131 · 3 years ago

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Chapter 55 Thoughts

It’s been a while since I’ve taken the time to actually write down my reactions and thoughts about a chapter, but after a agonizing 3 month wait for a new chapter, I had a lot of time to think about a lot of things. The final day was certainly the most difficult, and I slept horribly trying to wait for this chapter to come out (it’d be nice if companies could regularly list like....a release time on a certain date so people aren’t literally refreshing the page every 5 minutes to see if it’s up. Or at least have some consistency!). My lack of sleep and constant thoughts about CCS though did manage to stir another CCS related dream, which I will talk about in a separate post.

But hot damn was this chapter worth the wait! It certainly wasn’t what I expected, but it was really great in a lot of ways!

ANYWAYS, I’ve rambled enough. My thoughts on this chapter are below the cut!

So I will start off by praising the hell out of Sakura for her quick thinking in using SIEGE. That was definitely a wow moment for me and really shows her growth as a magic user and as a person honestly. This action not only spoke to her skill but also to how quick thinking she is in such an uncertain situation. Surely, having never had any reason to doubt Kaito or question his abilities before, It is almost unbelievable that she managed to think of that and do that in the mere seconds she had to respond after Syaoran made his accusation of Kaito. I’ve noticed as of late that her instincts in particular seem to be really really on point. She starting to trust herself and her feelings, and because of this, she is able to act without hesitation, and I have a feeling that is going to be extremely vital later on.

Sakura starts off by asking the real important questions and things I would ask myself in her shoes having just met another magic user, especially one with unclear intentions like Kaito. She seemed like she was studying him to gauge him and the reasons for his actions or what he might do. What intrigues me about this part is she first asks him if he knows about her being able to use cards. He answers with a simple “Yes”. But when she asks about if he knows about Syaoran, his answer is far less simple, and that might potentially be telling. Kaito stated that he knows Syaoran to be a “extremely gifted sorcerer” and “the next head of the Li clan”. Now, perhaps I’m overthinking this, but he could have just answered ‘yes’ like he did with Sakura, but instead he listed specific details about him that shows Sakura he has done his research and knows a lot about him. Now, we already knew that he had this information of course, but why does he want Sakura to know this in that moment? I’m fascinated by this and what he was trying to tell Sakura by telling her he had this sort of knowledge. Additionally, why is it that when it pertains to Syaoran, Kaito behaves so much differently than he does with anyone else? I’ll probably delve into that in another post, but I have some theories on that.

After making this statement, Sakura and Kaito exchange some meaningful looks, though it’s unclear what the both of them are thinking in that moment. Sakura turns to look back at Akiho and Syaoran and appears nervous, like she’s concerned about something (I have a theory to that as well, but I’ll leave that for another time). Then, Sakura mentions Momo and asks where she went, indicating that she has not forgotten about the other person around earlier. Sakura seems to really be evaluating her situation with these questions she’s asking, but unbeknownst to her, Momo has been cut off from her tv drama and is pouting in the mansion. hahahaha!

Momo, while upset that she can’t see what’s going on anymore, praises Sakura for her for her quick thinking and mentions that neither she or Akiho’s mother accurately predicted how powerful Sakura would become. The implications of this are unknown as it is unclear what they are trying to stop to begin with.

The scene changes back to Kaito and Sakura’s ‘standoff’, and Kaito states that Sakura cannot stay hidden in SIEGE’s field forever. I believe he was trying to stir a reaction and speed things up as probably the longer he has his time spell up, the more it affects his body, so he cannot afford to waste any more time. In what appears to be his way of showing desperation (at least in my opinion), he points his staff in Syaoran’s direction and threatens Sakura by stating that “He will make the first move” if she won’t. My jaw dropped a this, and though I don’t believe he actually had any intentions of hurting Syaoran, just the implications and threat of it was enough to make my blood boil. Lmao.

BUT ONCE AGAIN, SAKURA IS QUEEN and reacts ridiculously fast to protect her man and uses one of her newest cards, TRANSFER, to switch places with Kaito and....well...she put him in a box. Hahahaha!! Seeing Kaito all crammed in that small space inside of SIEGE was honestly so satisfying and it was nice to see him on the losing side for once. I can’t imagine he was happy about it either. He’s used to things going his way, and in this particular venture, it has been anything but.

However, this unfortunately also becomes Sakura’s downfall. By switching places with him, she put herself out of the protection she had before and was now affected by Kaito’s time magic. She managed to take a few steps, running towards Syaoran, before she ultimately was stopped. Kaito makes mention of her progress. When you think about it, she’s gone from being able to move a pinky to moving as far as she did this time, so it’s a significant growth.

He goes on to talk, though it’s unclear if Sakura could hear him at all, about a phrase Akiho had learned in her Japanese dictionary one time about “growing leaps and bounds”. He seemed lost in a memory where Akiho spoke of how she wished to improve her Japanese so she could become even better friends with Sakura and the others, and how happy she looked when she spoke of this. Honestly, this sentiment from Akiho is super relatable and resonated with me. I am fortunate to have so many friends in so many different parts of the world, and I absolutely love learning about their cultures and words of their native language so that I can become closer to them. But what also makes this moment so meaningful is that in this particular moment, Kaito is thinking about Akiho and her smile. One may wonder “Why is he saying this right now?”, but it really does display how much Akiho is on his mind and how much he cares about her and his reasons for doing all of this.

Shortly after saying this, he seems to be in pain again, showing once again the deterioration of his body the more he uses time magic, and it seems clear that he really is getting closer to his own demise. He even says as much when he pleads to Sakura to please make the card he needs soon, before he runs out of time. I don’t think he’s necessarily displaying a will to live or anything yet, but more a “I have to get this done before I perish, or it will all be for nothing”.

Disappointingly, time is rewound once again, and he takes it back to before he and Akiho decided on a location for their outing. @meimi-haneoka mentioned this, and I agree with her, but he could have rewound to any point in time and could have completely undone their entire day, but he chose to still have that outing with her anyways. It was a conscious choice he made, though he quite casually made sure they changed the choice of location (for obvious reasons). Lmao!!!

Now we get to the really exciting part. So after Kaito rewound time, I gave a big sigh and thought “Well, here we go again”, but something was very different this time. Sakura’s serious expression standing in her hallway said it all, and she suddenly grabbed her phone from her purse and called Syaoran, saying “We need to talk. It’s important”.

So Syaoran, being the most adorable worried boyfriend he is, runs into her house literally in the next panel and immediately asks if Sakura is okay. I can imagine that he probably ran the entire way to her house too, and it’s just so wholesome I can’t even. It’s crazy how well CLAMP shows the strength of their love just through small actions like these, and it really is a work of art with its subtleties.

Kero and Suppi have not been told why Sakura’s behaving so seriously, as she was waiting for Syaoran to get there first, but soon enough she tells them all at once about how she remembers using SIEGE at the botanical garden. This understandably confuses Syaoran, since in his mind they haven’t even gone there yet. But, she goes on to explain that she remembers using SIEGE, but more importantly that she remembers seeing Kaito using magic. This is HUGE. Not only is this progress (have we finally gotten out of rewind hell?), but this means that Sakura likely will not be nearly as affected by any time magic in the future. And if Kaito cannot make her forget about him using magic, that makes every action he does in the future very precarious. It’s unclear what the implications are of this revelation, but it’s going to entirely change how she reacts around Kaito, perhaps how she reacts around Akiho, and the dialogue she has with Syaoran. Syaoran should theoretically be able to talk to her now about Kaito and what he’s done so far and what they know, and I’m so so curious to see what Sakura will do with this knowledge. Will she be upset? Will she be mad? Certainly she won’t be happy to know that Kaito’s been forcibly keeping Syaoran silent, but Sakura is a forgiving person in nature, so it’s hard to say what she’ll do.

Anyways, this chapter was incredible and I cannot wait to see how this develops from now on. I have a feeling things are going to get real intense here soon now that Kaito can’t control things like he’s been doing a majority of the series. Things are definitely different now, and honestly it’s about fucking time.

#cardcaptor sakura #clear card #chapter 55 #spoilers #chrissy talks a lot #theories #analyzation #summary #thoughts #kaito #sakura #syaoran #akiho #momo #manga #clamp

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quazartranslates · 4 years ago

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Welcome to the Nightmare Game II - CH7

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Chapter 7: Resurrection Overture (VII)

You couldn't see the difference between day and night in the Village of Dusk. Qi Leren walked in the street and walked towards Dr. Lu's clinic.

After the task in the Holy City, Dr. Lu should have survived—he was still unconscious after being detoxed from ingesting the Nightmare Witch’s poison-medicine, so he was sent back to the Lord’s castle by Qi Leren, perfectly avoiding the chaos in the late hours of the night and once again winning the dangerous task. Qi Leren was convinced that his luck level was off the charts. He couldn't even envy him.

When he came to the door of Dr. Lu's clinic, Qi Leren was vaguely excited. He didn't know how Dr. Lu would react when he saw that he was still alive.

He raised his hand and knocked on the door, and there came Dr. Lu’s faint voice: "I’m going to the grave today, you can’t see the doctor."

Qi Leren kept quiet and knocked on the door.

After knocking for a while, Dr. Lu on the other side became angry and opened the door to denounce the guest who was harassing the doctor. He suddenly saw the smiling Qi Leren standing outside the door looking at him. His face went white with a scream: "Ghost!!!!”

Seeing that the door was about to be thrown closed, Qi Leren flashed sideways into the house and angrily grabbed Dr. Lu, who was about to run. "What happened to your face? Who hit you?"

Dr. Lu, who was black and blue, covered his face and refused to let him see it. Qi Leren pulled him up like a carrot and angrily demanded, "Look, I'm still alive! Come on, who bullied you?!”

Because Dr. Lu looked young, Qi Leren never regarded him as his senior. He usually took special care of him when doing tasks together. Now, he had been bullied like this in the few days that he couldn’t see him, which made him angry.

Dr. Lu completely ignored the second half of his sentence, stared at him for a moment, and then rushed to touch his neck.

It was warm and had a pulse. Dr. Lu cried with a "wow", hugging Qi Leren to death with a strength that he didn’t know he had. Qi Leren was scared by him and wanted to throw him off, but when he heard him cry he became heartbroken and softened, standing patiently as he waited for him to calm down.

When Dr. Lu finished crying, Qi Leren's shirt was soaked, and he wondered where he’d gotten so many tears.

"I saw your body with my own eyes," Dr. Lu said with a stuffed up voice, his nose and eyes still red.

On the contrary, Qi Leren poured water on him like a master: "I was dead, but I had a resurrection item that allowed me to come back after seven days. I didn't say anything about this, and I made a mess."

Dr. Lu complained bitterly: "Do you know how long I cried?! I cry when I think of it. I'm so sad. I also wanted to clean up your things for you, but there was no key to your house and the door couldn't be opened. I had to cry and go home, I was so ashamed."

Although he has known Qi Leren for a short time, it was a friendship established in a dangerous and terrifying world. Seeing his best friend die, Dr. Lu, who was already full of feelings, was very sad. After the completion of the task in the Holy City, he had followed Ning Zhou to evacuate the residents, and the Holy See’s staff took the living residents away from their hometown. He and Ning Zhou had returned to the Village of Dusk. Ning Zhou was in a bad state along the way. Dr. Lu didn’t dare to cry. When he got home, he had seen the training menu Qi Leren had before, and then got into bed and cried for a long time.

He didn't really feel the deaths he had experienced before. He only felt as if he was playing a game that was too realistic. It wasn't until he saw Qi Leren no longer breathing as he was buried in the tree tomb that Dr. Lu had realized the cruelty of the world.

"Well, don't be sad. You haven't said what happened to your face?" Qi Leren looked at Dr. Lu's face carefully. Dr. Lu's forehead was swollen and covered with an ointment, and his mouth and chin were cracked. It looked miserable.

"I... I fell..." Dr. Lu whispered.

Where would Qi Leren believe this: "You fell all over your face?"

"Really." Dr. Lu showed him his sleeves and bruises on his elbows. "I was born with an uncoordinated cerebellum, poor balance, easy to fall when running, and failed in all sports."

Qi Leren remembered that Dr. Lu mentioned it to him before. At that time, he didn't care. He thought it was an excuse to be lazy.

"Can this be cured?" Qi Leren asked seriously.

"Ah, I’ve been treated? I can just use [Doctor’s Orders], it doesn't hurt anymore, that is, the bruises haven’t returned," Dr. Lu said after a pause.

Qi Leren was distressed yet amused: "I mean, can you cure your coordination problem?"

"No, but more exercise will still improve it some... I’ve also been exercising recently, that is, the training regimen you gave me before... I just always fall, but now I’ve thought of a solution of wearing more clothes when I go running, so when I fall it doesn’t hurt. It's just too tiring, I’ve never been so active in my life," Dr. Lu complained, and secretly glanced at Qi Leren. "Anyway, I’ll work hard and won't hold you back. Oh, my [Doctor’s Orders] have also been upgraded. Now the treatment effect is better. I’ll still milk you in the future. Tanks like you who die particularly easily need a reliable healer like me."

Knowing the cause and effect, Qi Leren was really angry and amused, and lastly he was a little touched. For a long time, he had positioned Dr. Lu's role as a healer who could find 100% of the task items and counterbalance his own luck value, so he didn't expect him to help in battle. Now it seemed that his death had had such a big impact on Dr. Lu. In fact, Dr. Lu had grown a lot more than before.

The two chatted for a long time, and Dr. Lu also carefully told Qi Leren what happened after his death, especially about Ning Zhou. Dr. Lu was very happy to learn that Ning Zhou could come back in a month at most. He accepted the fact that his best friend was gay and he was eager to teach him prostate massage skills that could make even straight men fly up. After being shot down by Qi Leren, Dr. Lu gave him a look of "peerless martial arts will be lost".

Qi Leren was hungry, too. He pilfered the delicious cupcakes Dr. Lu hoarded and ate his meal under Dr. Lu's resentful gaze.

"Those are my favorite ones... I waited in line for three hours to buy them." Dr. Lu wanted to cry.

"I just died and you were in the mood to line up to buy cupcakes, confiscated!" Qi Leren ate two of them and thought they tasted really good. No wonder they were so popular.

Dr. Lu looked at the cakes with a flat mouth amid his grief: "I was going to take them to your grave to offer them to you."

"Oh, I'll take them." Qi Leren smiled and smashed half a cupcake, stuffing it into Dr. Lu's mouth. "Well, you eat it too. It tastes really good."

Dr. Lu, who is good at buying, said happily, "As long as you don't die, I’ll buy it for you every day."

"Bah, don’t say something so unlucky! I don't want to die again," Qi Leren said.

"But you always die when you use S/L Data," Dr. Lu poked a knife in his sore spot.

“……”

The two men hurt each other for a while, and Qi Leren became tired. Because Dr. Lu had no extra bed at home, he ruthlessly robbed Dr. Lu of his bed. Heedless of the fact that Dr. Lu, who had been robbed of the bed, was whining off to the side, he fell asleep rolled up in the blanket.

He had another nightmare.

In his dream, he returned to the church at the top of the old site of the Vatican and stopped in front of the huge stone door.

He held out his hand to push the door open, and his remaining reason screamed at the top of its lungs telling him to stop, but in his dream he was ignorant and fearless and bravely pushed open the door.

The deceiver is watching him with a charming smile.

Blinded by shock at that moment, Qi Leren had no time to take in the smile on Su He's face. He actually laughed with no malice, only a hint of ponder and ridicule, just like a human watching crickets fighting to the death in a jar, watching quietly, wondering which one would win.

Once upon a time, Qi Leren didn't quite understand why Su He always had a calm and casual attitude, as was the case when he first met him. While he and Dr. Lu were extremely nervous, Su He remained composed. Because for him, this was just a cricket game. How could a chess player who could overturn the chessboard at any time be afraid because of the thrills on the chessboard?

Qi Leren dreamed of his death again.

His throat’s trachea was cut, and the pain of suffocation and the weakness from blood loss brought back to him with the dream. He crawled desperately on the cold ground, every inch of distance exhausting him, and his will constantly collapsed as he was tortured by death. He couldn't persist and gave up...

"Qi Leren, Qi Leren wake up!"

Qi Leren suddenly sat up, short of breath and in a cold sweat. Dr. Lu sat by the bed and looked at him anxiously: "You asked me to wake you up at this time... You seemed to be having a nightmare."

"...I'm fine." Qi Leren wiped the cold sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand. "Is there any water?"

Dr. Lu poured him a glass of water.

Qi Leren gulped, slow to come over from the nightmare. This dream reminded him that Su He might already know about his resurrection, and he might make another action. He had to be careful that Du Yue wouldn’t leak the Nightmare Game. At the end of the day, this was actually his fault. If he was making the arrangements now, his first choice would be to ask Chen Baiqi that if anything happened to him, she should give his letter to the Courthouse’s Prophet.

It was a pity that when he wrote the letter, it was during the time when he accepted the role of "Red". At that time, he and Chen Baiqi weren’t very familiar with each other, and he didn't like the Court, and he didn't even know about the Prophet. Naturally, he couldn't be as thoughtful as he was now.

He could only mend things by getting a contract from Chen Baiqi for Du Yue to sign, swearing that he would keep this secret.

His appointed time with Chen Baiqi was coming. Qi Leren got up, put himself together, and walked towards Chen Baiqi's home.

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Editor’s Notes: I love Dr. Lu so much 😭😭😭 He’s like an awkward parent who texts you about a cute cashier that he thinks is gay after you come out to him because he’s trying too hard to show that he’s supportive

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clevercatchphrase · 4 years ago

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Hi!!! I hated how my drawings look as a child and as a consequence, I stopped drawing when I was ten. Now, I feel like I want to learn but I feel overwhelmed. Like, I can't even draw a decen circle. Do you know where should I start?

FIRST OF ALL, let me apologize for not seeing this ask when it was sent 3 weeks ago. (Tumblr just... stopped sending me email notifications for asks all of the sudden?? I’ve tested this on myself, and I just don’t get any alerts even though all my settings both on here and on my email SHOULD allow for it)

OKAY! Now, I am not a professional artist, nor an art teacher, so the most I can do is give you advice that’s helped me through the years. Basically, the most important thing I think you can do is build self confidence, and I have two ways you can go about it. The first way is to intentionally draw badly. I know there’s a tumblr post floating around out there that put it into better words than I can, but the basic idea is to get your sketchbook/random piece of paper/the margin of your school notes, and just draw the ugliest doodles you can. Doing this allows you to get rid of your expectations. When you don’t have expectations, you have less stress on yourself to be “perfect” or even “good”. So scribble ugly faces you can imagine! Draw the grossest cats and dogs you can think of! Make them anatomically incorrect! make their proportions as unbalanced as you can! As soon as you let go of that fear of trying to make everything “right” or “correct”, the easier actual improvement will come to you. Don’t be afraid to fail. Embrace your suckiness. Every pencil stroke you make is one experience point on your artistic journey. There’s no level cap, but you don’t need to fear the grind.

I, myself, have sometimes found myself thinking, “man this isn’t coming out the way I want” and “everything i draw is horrible”, but you must never forget that by simply trying, you are practicing! And by practicing, you are improving! so whenever I find myself thinking negatively, I have to remind myself “I suck now, but when I look back on this in the future, I’m going to be so proud of myself for how far I’ve come.”

The other thing you can do to build self confidence is to practice your control on your pen/pencil. There are a lot of tutorials out there on the internet, so dive right in and have a look around! Find something that interests you! Below is an example from TheFeatherArtist.com of what I’m talking about.

The exercise is to just draw lines. try to keep them the same thickness, and the same space apart. These are some of the very absolute most utter basic art practices I can think of, (and also a precursor to traditional shading techniques, such as hatching and cross-hatching) And again, it’s okay if you mess up! Don’t erase, just keep going! it’s okay if your lines are sloppy or uneven or overlapping! it’s just lines!

Now here’s a painful truth- it’s going to take time. How much time depends on you. If you practice a little everyday, you will get better. if you practice once in a blue moon, you’ll still get better but it’s going to take a lot longer. And, while it is perfectly okay to have goals and milestones for learning art, I personally found that these don’t work for me, because it’s much more rewarding for me to simply make the art instead of trying to reach a certain skill level by an arbitrary deadline. Improving over time is just a passive perk!

Here’s a fun little anecdote; when I started making my comic, Ghost Switch, I dove into it knowing full well I struggled drawing humans/people. But then I sat myself down asked myself, “do I care?” “who am I trying to impress?” “Sure, I can’t draw people the way I want, but why should I let that stop me?” If people don’t like my art, that’s their problem. And now, after two years, I CAN look back on my earliest pages and go “WOW! I’ve come a long way! I’ve gotten so much better! and it’s all because I kept going!” And I know in another two years I’m going to think the exact same thing!

anyway, don’t be afraid to fail, and don’t hold expectations onto yourself. It’s okay to have goals to work towards, but also try to mess up as much as you can to learn what not to do! (FAIL FASTER! Was that the tumblr post??) And then, one day in the future, you’ll suddenly notice that you’re a lot better than you were when you started! So scribble and sketch! Doodle and draw! Know that it will start out bad, but that’s the best part, because you’ll only get better the more you keep going!

#long post #Anonymous

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darklymelanatedstories · 4 years ago

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Oh shxt I forgot!! (ft Vegeta&Bulma)

"So what do you think, sir?"

Vegeta gave a small smile and a nod. "It's perfect." He took one more glance at it before covering it up. Vegeta had been planning this for a while. He wanted this to be the best no threatening surprise she'd have that year.

After he's quick check up on his surprise he headed home. When he entered he was greeted by silence, so he assumed all the lazy bums he loved were still asleep. Not that it really mattered. It was 5am anyway. He crept into the room him and Bulma shared and couldn't help but smile when he saw her peacefully resting with drool running down her chin and messy hair and all. How could he love so many perfect imperfections.

Although Bulma wasn't much of an early bird, he did know that sleep was important to the woman so he decided to let her be.

"Hmm, she's been working hard yesterday on her projects and improving the gravity chamber.",Vegeta thought. "Just as well."

Vegeta moved her hair away then kissed her forehead before going down to the kitchen. He tried making her breakfast but ended up with a messy kitchen and broken eggs. Now he had to remind Bulma to buy eggs again. He was sure he made such a noise that he woke the whole neighborhood.

Trunks walked into the room and gave his father puzzled a look.

"Dad..?"

"Don't!",Vegeta exclaimed. Trunks raised his hands up slowly and backed away. Not wanting to be there during his father's frustration.

"Wait boy.",he said. Trunks immediately stopped. "Yes dad?"

"Clean this place up before you mother sees.",Vegeta ordered as he turned to leave. "I'll owe you one."

"Too late." The two jumped at the sudden voice. Vegeta slowly turned towards his wife.

"What the hell happened here?",Bulma questioned as her eyes scanned her ruined kitchen.

"Uh, you see. I was just trying to make you breakfast.",Vegeta explained, a bit embarrassed at his predicament. Bulma looked shocked, her eyes widened. "Really? That's so unlike you." She crossed her arms and raised her brow. "What are you up to? What's the occasion?"

Vegeta furrowed his eyebrows. "You would know. It's a special day today."

Bulma looked like she was even more confused. "What are you talking about?"

"You really don't remember do you?",Vegeta's expression contorted to slight anger. "I can't believe you. After I actually made an effort this time."

"Vegeta." Bulma carefully approached him and attempted to rest her hand on his shoulder. He immediately shrugged her off.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine!",he yelled and stomped out.

"What's he so mad about? He's the one that wrecked my kitchen."

Trunks held his chin and thought. He knew there was something special about today.

"Isn't today your anniversary thing?"

Bulma gasped as she realised. How could she forget? And how did Vegeta remember?

"Oh shxt I forgot!!",she muttered then quickly cupped her hands over her mouth as soon as she remembered that Trunks was in the room.

"Don't worry mom. I've heard that word before.",he assured her.

"What!?"

"Nothing.",Trunks quickly walked out of the room. "I think I hear Bulla crying. I better check on her."

Bulma groaned. "Oh, how could I forget our anniversary? I always bug Vegeta about it."

"You forgot your anniversary!?" Chi Chi stared at Bulma with shock. "It's not like you." But what shocked her more was the fact that Vegeta even tried cooking.

"Yeah, I was so busy with my current machines that I forgot completely."

Goku walked into the room, he actually heard enough of their conversation to know what was going on.

"Why don't you just say you were pretending to forget to surprise him?" The two woman stared at Goku like he was crazy.

"That's not a bad idea, Goku."

"Yeah. I've used that a bunch of ti–"he stopped as soon as Chi Chi sent him a glare. "I guess I'm just full of good ideas."

"Anyway gotta go. Bye Chi Chi, Bulma.",Goku said as he rushed out of the house.

"Grrr. Goku!" Chi Chi groaned then turned to her blue haired friend. Bulma got up excitedly, hitting her fist into her palm as a plan formed in her genius head.

"I got it!"

"You're seriously gonna do it?"

"Well maybe...but I'm thinking of getting him a large buffet of food. You know how these Saiyans love to eat."

"I guess. But just hope it's better than Vegeta's gift so he won't be too mad."

"I always give the best gifts."

"Hey Vegeta." Goku said as he descended next to the Saiyan prince.

"What do you want Kakarot?"

"Happy anniversary." He opened his arms attempting to hug Vegeta but he ended up with a hand on the face pushing him back onto the ground.

"Doesn't feel happy.",he grumbled. "How could she forget. After all my planning."

"Wow. What did you plan?"

"None of your business!"

Goku gave him a sheepish smile as he crossed his legs and scratched the back of his head. They sat in silence for a while as Goku looked up at the sky.

"Well anyway. I say you should still go ahead with it. I mean think of all the times she did amazing things for you. I bet she'd really appreciate this."

Vegeta just grunted. Goku took that as a bit of a sign and got up to leave.

"Well that's all I wanted to say. I better get going. I promised Piccolo I'd train with him."

And with that Goku took off. Vegeta thought for a moment about what he said.

"Not a bad idea."

The sun just started setting and Vegeta waited outside in his maroon suit that he didn't really like wearing but it was a special day and it did make him look good.

He had told Goku to bring her around and was getting impatient. What was taking so long?

"Goku. I have to get everything ready."

Goku tilted his head. "What exactly are you doing? Planning a party?",he said as he watched people take food and party supplies out of a bunch of vans. "Because you know Vegeta's not a huge fan of those." He chuckled.

Bulma hung her head. "Ugh, I know. I've been so stressed that I'm not even thinking clearly."

"How bout you just bring the food in and come with me?"

"Fine." Bulma told the workers to put everything back except the food. Once that was done, Goku scooped her up and took her where he agreed to meet Vegeta.

The sun had set and finally the two have arrived.

"About time.",Vegeta mumbled.

Goku let Bulma down and took off, leaving the two.

"Vegeta look I–"

She was cut off when Vegeta placed his finger on her lips then lifted up her chin. This was the first time she actually saw him properly or her surroundings.

"Nice suit.",she said. Looking around with awe she couldn't help the feelings of excitement and love clearly showing in her body language.

She was in her garden which was beautifully decorated. The lights placed around the flowers lit it up beautifully, even making the pond sparkle. There were fireflies bringing another mix of light into the jars they were jailed in. It reminded Bulma of when she'd go camping with her sister and father.

"Wow." Without saying another word, or any word since she got there, he took her hand and led her to the gazebo in the middle of the garden.

There was some of Bulma's favourite foods and a large bottle of her favourite champagne in a silver bucket of ice.

What drew her attention was the object concealed under a white tarp.

"Vegeta–"

"Before you say anything.",he walked up to the objects. "I know I shouldn't have gotten angry this morning and that you've been stressed out lately. I'm sorry."

"It's fine Vegeta."

He took hold of the tarp. "I also hate doing this sappy stuff so..." He dramatically pulled it off. "Happy anniversary, my love."

Bulma was left speechless. She got closer and Vegeta watched with a smile on her face.

"What do you think?",he asked but he knew she loved it.

"I had it done by that artist you love so much."

In front of Bulma was a beautiful painting of her and Vegeta on their wedding day.

She trapped Vegeta in an embrace and he wrapped his arms around her waist as he pulled her closer.

"I love you."

"Love you too.",he mumbled.

He pulled out of the hug and pulled out a chair for her in the gazebo.

He looked at the amount of food he had prepared for tonight and frowned.

"There's no way this is satisfying me. Damn, now I'm starving for the woman",he thought. He's hunger must've shown on his face because Bulma gave him a knowing look and winked.

"Oh I got that covered." She took her phone out and dialled a number.

"Bring it in guys."

In a matter of seconds people were bringing so much food that there wasn't any space on the table.

Soon Vegeta was stuffing his face.

"Have I told you lately how much I love you?",he said in between chews.

Bulma giggled then looked over at her paintings.

"Yeah, you even showed me."

Art by @lem0uro

Check her out ppl. She's amazing.

♡♡♡♡♡

#vegeta #bulma #vegebul #anniversary #goku

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citrineghost · 4 years ago

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Why Compassionate Actions Matter (Yes, Yours Too.)

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about communication. Communication and human interaction are both things I think of a lot, actually. The most recent thing I wondered about is why so many people seem to not care about the things their supposed friends do.

For example, I’m in a server with my 5 friends, all of whom are also my roommates. There have been a lot of times that I’ve posted my art or some short stories to the #share channel and then waited and waited and gotten no response at all.

It made me wonder, do none of them care?

I know that all of these people generally care about each other and each other’s happiness. They’re all fairly compassionate toward others. So why do they seem to ignore every effort I make to reach out and share the things I do? Why do none of them ever do the same? It’s not that I expect anyone to applaud me and tell me how good my art is or how compelling my writing is - I just wanted to be seen.

Feeling invisible has always been a struggle for me, being raised in a household where I was in “the forgotten child” role. So, in my friendships, this is a sore spot for me. It tends to make me move on after a while if my friends don’t ever seem to see me. This is also why I usually only have one or two best friends - people who feel the way I do about compassionate action.

What Is “Compassionate Action”?

When I say “compassionate action,” I’m talking about doing or saying things that don’t directly benefit you or that you may do purely to benefit someone else. It’s not an official term or anything, just an apt way to describe what I need to. This doesn’t have to be charity work or groveling or kissing up to someone. It could be as simple as letting someone know their message has been seen - sending a heart in the chat to let someone know you see their work and you appreciate it.

Compassionate action is what draws me to the best friends I do have. My boyfriend is someone who I can always count on to be supportive and give positive words no matter what I do. I do the same for him. If I draw a picture, he always responds to it, saying, honestly, that he likes it! If I get really excited about a formula I created for a spreadsheet and I send him a screenshot, even if he doesn’t know what he’s looking at, he’s really excited for me!

Why Is “Compassionate Action” So Hard to Come By?

Many of us, no doubt, have had similar experiences in regard to feeling ignored or unimportant to our friends. But, surely, our friends do care about us, right?

The answer is yes, in most cases. But, somehow, that makes the lack of response to the things we love seem even more confusing. So, this is where I began thinking the other day:

Why do people who care seem so uninterested or unwilling to interact with things their friends love?

I talked with my boyfriend about this the other day to parse out why this is happening. It’s something we’ve both experienced a lot in different friend groups over the years.

So, we sat down together - over call, since we’re in an LDR - and we talked about it. We tried to figure out why we both feel this way and others seem not to. For both of us, it’s important to us that our friends are happy. Even if one of my hydrologist friends posted some table he made, that he was really proud of, about stream flow data - something I’m only moderately interested in - I would make an effort to read and understand it and then give excited feedback. It’s not that I’m as passionate about stream flow information as he is, but I would be really happy to see his excitement and satisfaction with his own work. My boyfriend is of the same opinion.

But then, if our friends value our happiness, which we know they do, why don’t they ever give positive feedback about things we’re excited about? We talked over possible reasons for a little while before we finally found one that made complete sense - one that consistently fit the bill for all of the friends that we’d had who never gave us “compassionate action.”

Your Actions Matter

The result we came up with is that most of these people were dealing with depression or self esteem issues. They feel that their opinions don’t have value - won’t make a difference. They think that it isn’t important if they respond because, “Why would sending a heart matter? If I send a heart and don’t respond with an in depth review of how cool the thing is, my friend will just think I’m an ass for not saying more. It’s better if I just pretend I didn’t see it.”

My boyfriend and I both have had some pretty life-changing experiences where other people’s compassion, shown in small actions of recognition and solidarity, have kept us alive or changed our entire day for the better. We’ve learned through our experiences in suffering that those actions make all the difference, and we’ve put that philosophy to work in our own lives. However-

not everyone has realized that this is true for them too.

If you have depression, anxiety, or you’ve grown up in an abusive home, you might feel like your actions don’t matter. You might think this doesn’t apply to you - that you’re the exception and that your friends don’t care what you think.

You’re wrong.

The people around you, even people you don’t know very well, they care about the things you say. It doesn’t matter if you’re depressed or anxious, or an outcast, or kind of weird. It doesn’t matter if you’ve never spoken to them or if you’re best friends.

The things you say make a difference.

The sooner you realize that your opinions and your words have value - have POWER - the sooner you will begin to improve the connections you have with friends.

I grew up feeling like my opinion was worthless and that I should never give it, even when people asked for it. To me, it was obvious that they were only asking because they wanted me to feel included. I look back now and I see that that’s not true. The same way you desire to be seen by others, they desire to be seen by you. One such way that you can make other people feel seen is by showing them that you have put consideration into what they’ve done. You have formed an opinion on it.

When your friend shows you a drawing they’ve made or they sing you a song they’re working on, more often than not, they are not looking to just show off. They are begging for recognition and are asking to be seen by someone they care about (that’s you!). Give them that. Tell them what you think! Get excited for them!

It’s Not as Complicated as You Think

Not really the kind of art you’re interested in? It doesn’t matter. “Wow, you really put a lot of work into this!” That sentence is a huGE compliment. You are showing them that you find value in what they did and that you see how hard they worked.

Did your friend sing you a song they’re working on and they’re a little bit tone deaf? That’s okay! You don’t have to lie about how you feel to be compassionate. “You show so much emotion in your singing!” Those words will fill a singer’s heart with joy. Not everyone sings to sing perfectly, but to convey their feelings and connect with people. That would make their day!

Is your friend a weirdo like me who enjoys creating spreadsheets? “Holy shit, that must have taken forever!!” Those kinds of words are so so validating. It’s okay if you don’t know what you’re looking at. It’s okay if you don’t want to try reading the data in the spreadsheet. What matters to me is that you have taken the three seconds to look at it and form an opinion about me and what I’ve done, even if that opinion is just seeing that I have put a lot of time and effort into something.

No matter what your friends show you, there is a way to show them that you see them and care about them being happy. You don’t have to lie or compliment the work itself, you don’t have to open up your bleeding heart and write a poem about the beauty of their creation.

You just have to show that you see them.

If you struggle to feel that your words have value, I urge you to take a moment and think of the times you’ve tried to share something with someone and gotten no response. I urge you to consider how the tiniest acts of compassion by other people have gotten you through the day. Please know that your words have the same weight.

I can HEAR you thinking that you’re different and YOU’RE NOT.

Everyone! I repeat! Everyone! Has an impact! With their words!

Depressed people, anxious people, people who were abused, people with trauma, people with disorders, people with disabilities, people who have a hard time finding words, people who feel like they have no talent, people who don’t know anything about the topic their friend is telling them about, people who are young, people who are old, people who haven’t left their room in 3 days, people who haven’t sat down to breathe in 3 days, people who have forgotten to reach out in a while, people who have been self isolating because they’re sad, people who have scared away friends from their past, people who have left friends from their past, people who aren’t very fluent in the language their friend speaks, people who know their friends in person, people who know their friends online, people who are suicidal, people who think they’re not as good as their friends,

Everyone’s actions matter, especially yours.

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katyatalks · 5 years ago

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Mob Psycho 100 - Kameda Yoshimichi’s Character Design Notes

With each blu-ray/DVD volume of MP100 Character Designer Kameda Yoshimichi gives some notes regarding his process designing each character. Here are all his notes for S1 in the order they are presented, regarding; Kageyama Shigeo, Reigen Arataka, Tsubomi, Dimple, Kurata Tome, Mezato Ichi, Hanazawa Teruki, Gouda Musashi, Kageyama Ritsu, Onigawara Tenga, Koyama, Awakening Lab Five, Terada, Matsuo, Sakurai, Ishiguro, Muraki.

KAGEYAMA SHIGEO

With Mob-kun, the first thing I had a bit of trouble with was - do I keep his design as it is in the manga!!??? Should I make him a little prettier!!!!!??? Should I make him taller!!!!??? Those were the kinds of things I thought about. During a meeting, we didn’t reach any conclusion, so I tried out a few things!!!! ONE-san’s recent designs for Mob Psycho 100 have been amazingly good, so I scooped up the taste of those illustrations and applied them to my anime designs. The atmosphere of the manga is lost if you make these characters too beautiful or make them taller, so I made the right choice!!

REIGEN ARATAKA

I feel I didn’t really struggle with Reigen’s anime design!!!! His suit is plain and there’s not many parts to his design, which was a little upsetting, but in terms of his character there’s no need to decorate him, so I thought that simple is fine. More than anything he pulls plenty of funny faces, so even if his design is simple he stands out as a character, so I think leaving his design as it is in the manga was the correct decision. In the manga, his tie is black, but here, to give a little extra to his design, his tie is pink - that’s a feature of the anime!!!!! Also, Something I particularly fussed over in the anime was the way he stands, with his hips cocked!!!! That’s the anime’s Reigen!!!!!

TSUBOMI

Fans of Mob Psycho 100 probably went, “Who the hell is this”, huh. (Laughs). A discussion was had in which I said I wanted to make her more heroine-like and sparkly - in the manga, she gives off the impression that she turns a lot of heads and puts on airs, but for the anime I thought it’d be good to make her into a more traditionally coded heroine!!!!!! From a directorial perspective I wanted to give her a country-girl-kinda look, so I gave her a hairpin. Regarding the colour of her hair and eyes, there was a lot of trial and error…... well, I think the way she is now is the most heroine-ish, isn’t it!!!!! She’s voiced by Satake-san, too, which is something symbolic!!!!!

DIMPLE

Dimple is a character that I had a good amount of trouble figuring out how to deal with design-wise - I’ll contrast him with Mob-kun, give him a flashy colour, then should I make him luminescent?? Have him slowly sway as he floats?? You could say Dimple’s facial expressions are the greatest in Mob Psycho 100, so I tried to draw as many variations in Dimple’s reference sheet as possible. Drawing expressions for this work was really fun! When I draw, I’m aware that I give distinct facial features!!! Well, not that distinct, but (laughs). Also, Ootsuka-san lending his nice, low voice to a character like Dimple gave the character depth, in a way that makes him quite profound. That’s the power of voice acting… but it made me a little worried, as I thought, I have to make sure the art lives up to his performance!!!!

KURATA TOME

Tome-san is a character that’s truly perfect as she is in the manga, so I tried to not ruin that! She has THE Mob Psycho face!!!! When I was choosing the colours for the school uniform, my decision was made based on how the colours suited her, Mezato and Tsubomi, but the bright blue in the uniform for some reason or another doesn’t suit Tome-san (laughs). The colour is lost a little on Tome-san. I thought Tome-san was quite a gloomy character, but her voice actress, Tanezaki-san, performs her in such a funny way that I ended up loving her! I think, out of all the characters, my view on her changed the most! “Tome Psycho 100” wouldn’t be a farfetched anime idea.

MEZATO ICHI

I drew Mezato with the intention of making her the heroine!!! When drawing character sheets I draw any particular trait the character may have and then pose them and see what I think - the moment I drew her standing with her camera, I fell in love!! (Laughs). The round head she has due to the silhouette of her short bob - I love that!!!! Her caramel coloured hair also stands out in her design!! She’s fresh!! And her eyes are big and round!! In terms of what makes up her design she’s not too different to Tome-san, but I really felt a girlishness in Mezato!!!! My heart is racing!!! But she never appears!!! Director, please include her more!!!!!!!! Let’s make “Mezato Psycho 100”!!!

HANAZAWA TERUKI

[Written in Osakan dialect that gets more intense as it goes on]

Teru-kun is a character whose appearance changes a lot - I designed 6 variations of his hair and clothes!!!!! That’s way too many!!!!! I don’t know if the number has significance but we see him in his 150% form the most, so I’ve gotten used to seeing him like that!!!! It makes me laugh so much! I wasn’t satisfied - I made his hair extend so far that you can’t even see the top of it usually! In the anime you could say his hair is at 200%!! I can’t decide between the version of him we first see, his bobbed hair version or his short hair version. How can I!!!!! Let’s bring back his 150% hair!!!!!!! Wow, I’ve gone full Osaka dialect here. The colour of his sweater was decided to my taste. Director’s sole judgement was that it’s cute and resembles pyjamas.

GOUDA MUSASHI

As you’d expect, I really fussed over President Gouda of the Body Improvement Club as he’s a popular character!! His characteristics are his caterpillar-like sideburns and eyebrows, his soft mohican hair, and his brawny body. He’s unexpectedly hard to draw (laughs), I suppose I had trouble with him. Above all else The Body Improvement Club’s existence gives a sense of security within Mob Psycho 100 - they’re strong and brave, but it was pretty difficult trying to make sure their facial expressions weren’t too intense!!!!! Kumagawa, Sagawa, Yamamura, Shimura… these are characters who I’d love to delve deeper into!!

KAGEYAMA RITSU

I tried to make Ritsu-kun have more of an adult-like aura than Mob. He barely smiles, so he has an intense look in his eyes. I kept in mind that his eyes are only allowed to become soft when he’s with Mob. His irises are bigger than Mob’s own, so there’s a bit of a difference there. Also, he gets a mid-anime gloom story, so I decided to make his hair a little bit on the longer side. His hair is flexible - I’d make his bangs/fringe longer or shorter depending on his expression. When he’s possessed by Dimple he’s magnificent, using his powers as a weapon. His eyes become even more intense, his hair gets all ruffled up and spiky, and he’s overflowing with confidence. ONE-sensei’s manga have all become like that, too, actually!!!!! Ahahahaha!!!!!!!!

ONIGAWARA TENGA

With Onigawara and his three lackeys, I gave them baggy pants to try and up their rural-delinquent-trashiness factor. Onigawara’s anime features are his baggy pants and the tape he has on his cheek. It gives off the impression that he’s some king of the punks who’s always getting injured… but truth is, it’s probably just there to cover up a pimple (laughs). He’s in a situation where he’s bettering himself after the recorder incident, so perhaps the next time we see him he’ll have given up on those baggy pants and will wear the same clothes as everyone else!!!!!! Switching topics, what’s up with those two wrinkles he has under each eye?? Please enlighten us, ONE-sensei!!!!!!

KOYAMA

You know, since Mob and Reigen use flip phones I thought that was the standard for the Mob Psycho 100 universe, but then we have Koyama with his smartphone. Sakurai uses a flip phone, too. So, only Koyama has a smart phone? What videos does he watch on it? Which apps does he have installed… it’s a mystery… a mystery!!!! Please enlighten us, ONE-sensei!!!! Switching topics, I’m pleased with the unique aura that his special move, Telekinetic Helix, has. Mob, Teru, Ritsu, Claw… everyone has their own particular colours!!

AWAKENING LAB

Hoshino-kun, Asahi-kun, Kurosaki-san, and the Shiratori brothers all have a sense of individuality, so I suppose it was easy to visualise what colours they might have!! For Hoshino-kun, the process was; Hoshino [star field] -> hoshi [star] -> star -> Nishikino Akira [A Japanese celebrity with a song titled ‘Passionate Star Disco’] -> white!! I thought, his clothes definitely have to be white (laughs). Kurosaki-san’s clothes are sporty but not particularly fashionable, Asahi-kun was designed with a ‘you’re almost there’ feeling, and the silent Shiratori brothers have plain clothes… it was with that that I decided the colours of these five, having them all be out of fashion. Episode 10 had Oda-san as its animation director - he drew a very good and cute Kurosaki-san!

TERADA

What stands out with Terada’s design is his T-shirt that droops below his left shoulder - is it a fashion statement, or is it simply worn out of shape? Who knows!! As something special to the anime, his middle fingers that present his special move, “air whip”, are adorned with jewelled rings! I’ll leave it up to you all to decide whether or not those rings have some hidden secret to them. Out of all the upper echelon members of Claw, Terada has the richest facial expressions - plus, he’s voiced by Tachiki-san - so even when he’s undergoing water torture, despite the cruelty of the situation, he still comes across as good and charming!!!!!

MATSUO

Matsuo is monotone-ish in the manga, but, “I could give him a magician-ish feel?”. So now he has a dark green shirt with yellow lines. The vase he carries has a bunch of colourful stickers on it, so I tried to make sure Matsuo himself wasn’t too flashy or he and his vase would clash!! Candy-chan and Cookie-chan were also fun to draw!!!! Their colours are also good!!!!

SAKURAI

This simple, undecorated design is rather like him. I tried to make sure it didn’t look like he was wearing mourning clothes. I included red in the handle of his katana. I intended for his hair colour to be a natural, slightly dark brown… but looking at him on TV, it ended up being more of an unexpectedly lighter brown… Not my intention, lol. His slicked back hair was pretty hard to draw!!! The atmosphere of his design changes depending on how much of a forehead he’s given, the silhouette of his slicked back hair, and the application of highlights. Ah, this is unrelated, but me and his voice actor, Hosoya-san, are from the same area! We’re also similar in age, so I kinda feel an affinity toward him!!!!! You didn’t need to know that.

ISHIGURO

First off, I already knew that in the manga there’s an old man beneath that mask, so I gave him a hunched back! Following a request by the Director I made his boots plump, round, and cute!!!! With that, the woman’s voice that comes out of him with the mask on suits him!! You can really feel how cornered Ishiguro is during the season 1 finale, thanks to the power of his voice actor and the lead animator!!!!! It’s just, he has so many scars on his face that I felt sorry for him, so I want to find out more about him!!! I look forward to seeing him in an active role again!!!! ...Will he appear again, I wonder.

MURAKI

Muraki looks more like he’s in cosplay in the anime than he does in the manga (laughs). Following an idea from the director, I gave him a cloak and a mark on his chest that’s connected to the mark on his forehead!!! He’s even wearing boots!!! His design is all put together with purple in a fashion-conscious way!!! Anyway, it seems the director’s favourite colour is purple. Muraki, purple, muraki, murasaki[purple], director, murasaki[purple], muraki, purple. Something I fussed over with his suit beneath the cloak was giving it a gleaming lustre much like latex would have… makes you unsure of whether or not it’s a high quality suit. All in all, it costs 9800 yen!! A bargain price of 9800 yen! Now then, you there, sitting in front of the TV - together with the director, Let’s Muraki!!!!

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duhragonball · 4 years ago

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Krillin for the character ask :)

Give me a character and I will answer:

Why I like them: It’d be easy for me to say “he’s just a good dude” and leave it at that. I think people would agree with that statement, but I think it runs deeper than that. The thing that stuck with me about Krillin was when I was checking out the bonus features on the Movie 6 DVD I bought in 2002 or whenever, and they had an interview with Sonny Strait where he explained that Krillin only got into martial arts to impress girls, and that was the same reason Sonny got into voice acting. Maybe I’m misremembering that, but it always stuck with me.

Krillin wants things out of life, and unlike a lot of the other characters, he’s not looking to get them by wishing on a magic dragon. He wants to become worthy of the things he wants, and he may not always be sure of how to get there, he knows that he has to become more than he is.

Recently, I’ve been seeing excerpts from Barack Obama’s book, where he talks about reading up on subjects to try, unsuccessfully, to get girls to like him in college. I think the idea was that he was trying to be self-effacing, but it hasn’t gone over very well. I’m not sure if the problem was that he wasn’t being self-effacing enough, or if there’s something more sinister about reading Karl Marx just in case it helps your odds of getting noticed. I’m not going to wade into that controversy, except to say that it reminded me of Krillin.

Is it shallow to have self-serving reasons to improve yourself? Did I just answer my own question? The point I’m making here is that it’s a useful motivator. Krillin has self-esteem issues, and he joined the Orin Temple and then Kame House to try to overcome them. He thought “If I just get really good at this one thing, then people will like me.” And we can say “Oh, no, it doesn’t work that way, Krillin, people like you because you’re a such a good person, and besides, it doesn’t matter how good you are at martial arts.”

Okay, fine, let’s assume that’s true, and Krillin deceived himself by training in martial arts. Oh no! He put in all that work, and all he got out of it was... being the strongest human on Earth. Shoot. He made himself a better person for nothing.

The reality is that I don’t think he would be as well-liked if he hadn’t gone down this road, simply because people wouldn’t have gotten to know him. That’s really what it’s about. It’s easy to say that you’re liked for “who you are on the inside”, but what people really want is to be noticed long enough to be liked for who they are. And sometimes you gotta take a long look at yourself and say “I need to do something to grab people’s attention.”

And sometimes, in order to motivate yourself into that kind of work, you have to play that trick on yourself. “Just think, if I put in those extra reps in the gym, the ladies’ll be all over me!” And it never actually happens, but it gets you through that workout, and the next, and the next, and the next.

I think we can all relate to that. I’m writing this because three people asked me to, and I’m sort of hoping a few more will see it and like what I wrote. I try to get better, because I like the rush of validation that comes with it. And if I don’t get it, well, boo-hoo, I wrote a few hundred words about Krillin, a subject I enjoy writing about. It’s a no-lose situation, and there’s some non-zero chance that attractive single women might see this and decide to slide into my DMs. It’s a tiny chance, hardly worth mentioning, but it’s a lot higher than if I just sit in my apartment and stare at the wall.

Why I don’t: Ocean Dub Krillin really rubbed me the wrong way, because they wrote and voice directed the character to be really nebbishy. That wouldn’t necessarily make him a bad character, but it definitely conflicted with what you see on the screen, where he’s stepping to Nappa, Vegeta, Dodoria, and everything else he has to deal with. Once Sonny got the role, everything turned out cool. Mondo cool, if you will.

I suppose I should point out the flip side of what I wrote above. Krillin’s so focused on being worthy that he fails to recognize his achievements. That’s admirable in its way, but it also makes you worry about the guy. Like, he knows 18 is crazy about him, right? Wait, does Obama know people like him? Do I? Oh I might have made myself sad there for a minute, excuse me.

Favorite episode (scene if movie):

Probably the moment he tries to take on Super Buu all by himself. One of the cool things about Krillin is that he’s taken on every major villain from Piccolo Junior to Buu, despite being outclassed. I think the Super Buu thing is the best one, though, because in that situation there’s literally no chance of anyone jumping in to save him. His entire plan is to hold off Buu for a few seconds and maybe buy a few minutes for the others. He’s doomed and he knows it won’t even work as a diversion, but he still jumps in anyway. It proves that this is who he is. When there’s literally no one left to impress, and nothing left to gain, he’ll still play things out the same way.

Favorite season/movie: The Androids/Cell Saga is probably his best material overall, just because of his conflicted feelings regarding 18, and the difficult choices he makes because of that. You can make a strong case for the Namek Saga, where it’s literally just Krillin and Bulma and Gohan, so he has to take the lead by default, but I’m just not that into the Namek Saga.

Favorite line:

This is really more from one of the video games. I think Budokai 3, but I’m not sure. Piccolo demands custody of Gohan and Krillin’s like “No way, you’re probably gonna eat him or something!” and I’m pretty sure this wasn’t in the Ocean Dub, so it completely caught me off-guard, like it was the last thing I expected Krillin to say. And then Piccolo comes back with “I’m not going to eat him!” like he’s offended at the very suggestion. As a runner-up, I dig that part in DBZA 54, where Trunks and Vegeta are both reeling from their losses to Perfect Cell, and Krillin reminds them that they don’t have to posture around him, because it’s just him... “Krillin. Everyone’s friend.”

Favorite outfit: That’s easy.

Yeah, the Frieza Soldier armor looked mighty good on this dude, and the cop uniform does too, and the classic Turtle Hermit outfit is a signature look, but this, right here, is the Krillin for me. My man’s got the blue shirt under his orange shirt. No more of the Yamcha slipppers. Those look great on Yamcha, don’t get me wrong, but Krillin needs those big chunky Goku boots, because they’re perfect for stomping those pesky girlfriend-exploding remotes. Fellas, this is the ideal male body. You may not like it, but this is what peak performance looks like.

OTP: Maron HAHAHAHAHAHA oh wow. No. It’s 18, obviously.

Brotp: Clearly Goku is his bro, but it’s not surprising at all how effortlessly he gets along with just about everyone else. He’s bros with the entire world.

Head Canon: I’m pretty sure the Maron/Marron thing was just a coincidence in real life. Maron the girlfriend was a filler character, and Marron the daughter was introduced in the manga some time later, and both used the same naming convention to end up in the same place. However, I choose to believe that Krillin actually named his kid after his ex, and he somehow convinced 18 to go along with that idea.

By that, I don’t mean he had to sweet talk her into it or promise a bunch of stuff in exchange. I mean he must have discussed what to name their kid, and 18 was like “Your ex-girlfriend? Seriously?” and he was like “Yeah, I know she’s a ditz, but you gotta understand I was in a really low place and she helped me through it.” Or something like that, where once he lays out the whole reason 18′s like “Yeah, you know what? Okay.”

Or maybe Maron helped deliver the baby or something. Or she was the surrogate mother? Holy shit I might be onto something.

Unpopular opinion: Krillin clanks when he walks, due to the solid brass balls he’s got.

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A wish: They should do a movie where Krillin just fights Frieza and wins. Decisively, undisputably, irrevocably. Krillin is stronger than Frieza from that point forward. I don’t care if that means nerfing Frieza or godmodding Krillin, but I just want it made plain that if they use Frieza from here on, it has to be with the understanding that Krillin can whip his ass at any time.

That might sound silly, and I guess it is, but you see what this accomplishes, right? It forces Frieza into a new character dynamic, so it’s not just the same old shit with him. Or Toei collectively admits that they can’t use him anymore, which was what they should have decided in 1995. I’m fine either way.

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: Don’t grow his hair back, okay?

5 words to best describe them: Qualified to sell real estate.

My nickname for them: The Kriller.

#ask duhragonball #dragon ball #krillin #heavydbz

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piratejct · 4 years ago

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* 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐭, 𝐜𝐢𝐬 - 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 + 𝐡𝐞 / 𝐡𝐢𝐦 | you know 𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐰, right? they’re 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, 𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to ��𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 by 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐦𝐞, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫, 𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is 𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝟐𝟖𝐭𝐡, so they’re a 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐨, which is unsurprising, all things considered.

NAME: elias eskew NICKNAME(S): el, ellie D.O.B: august 28th, 1997 AGE: 23 BIRTH PLACE: york, england CURRENTLY RESIDING: irving, north carolina SEXUALITY: homosexual OCCUPATION: drag queen & employee at rockin’ and rollin’

tw: homophobia, bullying, anxiety, depression.

BACKSTORY:

born in york but grew up nyc. has an older brother, a twin sister and pretentious, rich parents who believe that their way is the only way. sadly, their way is all about being homophobic and unnecessarily demanding, so.. that’s why elias was pretty much kicked out of the household when he was fourteen.

well, okay, not kicked out, because legally you can’t kick out a teenager and still have an ace reputation among your peers, so they did the next best thing and sent him away to irving, to live with his aunt. then, of course, they proceeded to tell whoever asked that boy was very unstable and needed special attention that they couldn’t provide at home because they’re always #working&flexing. it was a big bunch of “oh my god, we love him so much but there’s nothing we could do for him here and of course we want all the best for our sweet, totally not homosexual son, so he’ll have to be there until he’s less homosexual troubled.”

went great. amazing. no, seriously, it couldn’t have been better for elias because while he missed his sister a whole fucking lot, his aunt actually turned out to be a super cool lady? she didn’t push him to play sports or not fuck around with make up. she even supported his theatre dreams and came to see all the school plays he was in, so, uhhh.. jokes on you, mom and dad.

irving is pretty much where elias blossomed. unlocked at least 52 achievements. went to high school, got badly bullied for being feminine and incapable of catching the ball in dodgeball ( “when it clearly fucking says you should dodge!” ) but it wasn’t all bad! he was very appreciated in the musical theatre department and got to play the lead role, like, twice. ‘twas kick-ass and he felt like a hollywood star. <3

started dabbling in drag sometime during senior year. his sister came over one easter break and taught him a whole lotta shit about make-up so that was neato but aside from that he learned from watching youtube videos and experimenting.

went to the local university where he studied performing arts. his parents actually paid for his studies but it was more of a “wow, really, betty? you don’t pay for your child’s education? tragic” stunt on their part. faux-supporting your kids gives you bragging rights! but he totally didn’t mind! could actually spend whatever money he’d make at his then bartending job and invest it into drag. he did it part-time while completing the degree.

after graduating, however, it became a full time thing. or, you know, as full time as it can be. on the side, he also picked up a job at rockin’ and rollin’, because gosh, was he tired of constantly hanging out at bars.

the dream, currently, is to hang out in irving, where he’s comfortable, a bit longer before heading out into the world to live the big city dreams. has been considering new york, since he always loved it there, but we’ll see. he’s got time.

lives now with a couple of friends but hangs out with his auntie every once in a while. she sometimes shows up to his shows and brings roses. it’s honestly beautiful and makes him cry.

PERSONALITY:

+ expressive, alluring, animated - melodramatic, self-critical, obnoxious

x on the subject of crying? he cries a lot. sometimes as a joke, but sometimes.. very much not. an emotional boy, quite sensitive. expresses his emotions in a way that, for the most part, you kinda know what’s on his mind.

x exaggerated as fuck, in everything he does. always been a huge dreamer and just loves living his fantasy, really. moves in a way that’s very, like, gentle and graceful. is a huge actor and pretty much always on his toes. sometimes switches between characters mid-conversation and gives you three different improv sequences, but he’s not like “ooh, look at me, i’m sooo skilled, i have a degree!” about it, y’know? it’s more of something he does without necessarily realizing? because he just loves pretending he’s someone else. his go-to persona is this ditzy, little bitchy shtick, which sometimes makes people think he’s dumber than he actually is.

x but don’t get me wrong. he definitely is a dumb bitch.

x so fashionable, though. loves to look good. wears a lot of women’s clothing because it fits him and helps him feel this paris fashion week illusion. but also catch him rocking high-heeled boots, crop tops, scrunchies. and silk. satin. he’s a hoe and a half for that stuff.

x smells of roses and vague desperation. wants to always be the prettiest person in the room. likes to flirt with people and sleep around bc it makes him feel attractive. <3

x actually super insecure at heart and lowkey wants validation. anxious as fuck and used to be pretty depressed, but that’s gotten bit better now.

x lightweight baby lesbian who can’t drive and gets drunk off of two mimosas and some rose wine.

x his drag persona is g.litter ( gee, miss litter if you’re nasty. ) she’s sparkly, glittery, elegant and has probably killed all four of her husbands and taken their money. wears the highest heels and would look gorgeous covered in blood. he lives for her.

x idk, sometimes he can be a handful but if you’re willing to deal with that? he’s a very nice boy. genuinely means well and just wants to have a laugh, i guess. also, big wine mom energy.

x can’t actually rollerskate.

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

um, everything?? throw it at me <3

#irvingintro #i call this #tears and bullet points ~ an evening ballad

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sombreboy · 4 years ago

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Love Maze »23 (FINAL)

Previous Series Masterlist ▎ 18+ ▎ pairing: Taehyung x Jungkook ▎ genre: School AU, crack humor, smut, angst, ETL, slow burn, fluff. ▎ word count: 7.3k ▎ ch.warnings: profanity, mentions of drinking, smoking, dom!tae, sub!koo, smut, fingering, anal (Use lube this is fiction dw their asses are fine), dirty talk.

Co-writer: @velvetwicebang ♡♡♡

Days gradually turned into weeks, and weeks morphed into months. Naturally, each day spent was one day less until Taehyung could go back to Jungkook— for good. He’d miss the friendships he’s made over the course of the long months, but no other group of people compared to his annoying ass friends back home. Of course, Tae exchanged numbers with a few of them, hoping they’d continue to keep in touch even if most of the English phrases he knew were, ‘I don’t understand’, ‘Where is the bathroom?’, ‘I need burger’, and ‘My boyfriend’.

Overall, the elder didn’t regret his studies abroad. It sucked ass to be away from Kook for so long, but they always managed to make it work. They FaceTimed a lot and texted (turns out Jungkook was getting better at answering). His boyfriend seemed.. happier, and Taehyung loved to see it. That’s all he wanted for the younger, happiness. His own contentment was there, but it wasn’t as noticeable. Tae enjoyed the career he set out to study, but it didn’t make him happy. It was more so he tolerated it.

But, who really enjoyed their job in the first place? It was nearly unheard of.

Interrupting his racing thoughts, the voice of the speaker let everyone know they were going to be landing soon, and Taehyung swore he felt a bundle of jitters travel through his veins.

He was finally back home.

On Jungkook's end, life was completely turned upside down in a sense. He'd spent weeks looking for jobs, until he had enough, thinking 'fuck it', he'd just wait for Taehyung. He gave up, and had accepted the fact that he was useless until he'd gone back to finish his high school diploma. He'd managed to keep himself off of drinking--no, actually, that'd be a lie. He drank, just not as often as previously. He couldn't really afford to buy more, but he surely wouldn't waste the full fridge he had wasted money on. But one of those days after Jungkook thought luck was nowhere to be found, it smacked him in the face. Quite literally-- he was walking down the street close to his apartment complex, and as he turned the corner, a flyer in the wind hit him straight in the face. He had picked it up to throw it away, but noted that it was for the tattoo shop looking for new apprentice hires.

A tattoo shop? At this point, Jungkook couldn't afford to be picky.

So he'd gone inside, and immediately hit it off with the owner; Yun. The man was probably in his late 20s, covered in different artwork. It intrigued the younger so much, and he was excited to hear he'd gotten the job.

Months passed, and he'd found that he was really, really passionate about body art. At first, he'd watched Yun do his thing, and he was mesmerized. With time he'd been allowed to practice, and turns out; he was really talented with drawing, even tattooing. As his hyung had said himself; 'a natural talent'.. Jungkook had gotten so into this lifestyle of his that he'd gotten several tattoos of his own, some self made (like the little letters on his hand representing his hyungs and his boyfriend) to some made by the owner himself, a large flower tattoo along with other beautiful works covering his skin. However, he'd spent most of his time with his new group of friends, and along with it came their habits. Jungkook had picked up smoking, as a form of socializing and it quickly turned into a habit he couldn't imagine himself without at this point. And drinking, after work, spending less time calling his boyfriend, but more time texting.

But he was happier, and that he made sure to let Taehyung know every single time as they counted down the days.

And finally, that day came, and the doe eyed, muscular; and now tattooed boy was over the moon that Taehyung was coming back home to him. Just like last time, he'd cleaned up his apartment, even stocked up some food and banana milk now that he was able to afford it, and picked up a strawberry milkshake ready in his hand for Tae's arrival. He knew since way back that it's the elder's favourite. Jungkook stood by the gate, anxiously rocking back and forth on his feet. He'd dressed himself in ripped black jeans and a long sleeved turtleneck, a new style of his as of late, with his now trimmed, but still long curls hanging freely around the frame of his face. It had gotten a tad bit too long for him to do his work properly, so a light cut was necessary. As the gate opened and people flooded out, Jungkook tiptoed on his feet to try to catch a glimpse of his person, excited to finally close the distance they've had to endure for way too long.

Moving with the flow of the pack, Taehyung tried to keep himself from pushing others out of the way, too eager to spot his boyfriend in the hustling crowd. Who would’ve thought that months could feel like years? Those years felt like an eternity.. But, they were here. They only had a game of hide and seek left to play; the second Tae saw Jungkook, he’d run into his strong arms. That’s a promise.

“Babe, where are you..?” The elder mumbled to himself, pushing through the crowd until.. “Damn.”

There stood his boyfriend— wait, was that really Jungkook? The latter’s hair wasn’t as long and he seemed to build up more muscle; if that was even possible. He looked like an absolute model, Kook looked unreal.. After a second of merely gazing, Taehyung picked up his jaw from the floor, instead smiling as Jungkook’s new appearance slowly began to sink in. “Baby!” He excitedly ran into his man’s arms, letting go of his baggage to cup the younger’s handsome face, pressing smooches on nearly every inch of his skin. “I missed you so much.” Now that Tae was closer to him, he saw the new additions to Jungkook’s ears. His boyfriend looked hot.. “You look hot, I would suck your dick right now if I could.” Of course, Taehyung had no shame in saying what he thought. The moment he pulled away was when Tae finally took notice of the milkshake in Kook’s hand— “Woah. Shit you got tattoos?”

The poor man was practically salivating..

“Fuck, Kook those are pretty.” He thanked Jungkook for the strawberry milkshake before further inspecting the younger’s tattoos, in awe of the sight. Taehyung couldn’t help but imagine that hand doing dirty things to him.. his tatted finger sinking in— he shook himself out of it. “Wow.. you look.. amazing.” He ran his hand through his boyfriend’s new length of hair, loving how soft it felt in between his fingers. “Have you gotten a bit taller than me too?” The boy swore he’d fallen even more in love, Jungkook was here.. different, yet still the same Jungkook he’s always known.

Jungkook's bunny-like grin grew with every surprised expression on his boyfriend's face, he was practically beaming under the constant praise. ''This one's for you,'' He showed off the letters on his hand, along with the matching ones intertwining the flow of names, ''And these are for our hyungs.'' he said fondly before grabbing Tae's bag with one hand, using the other to smooth his tattooed fingers on Tae's cheek. ''I might be taller, but it might also be these shoes.'' He chuckled, showing off the thick soled black combat boots he was rocking. His style had gotten more dark, that's for sure. some would compare it to a 'goth e-boy'. ''I missed you so much.'' He added, leaning in to place a proper kiss on Taehyung's lips before his hand travelled to wrap around Tae's waist to usher him towards the parking lot, eager to get out of the airport-- hoping it was the last time he'd ever be in one.

His boyfriend’s drastic change of style wasn’t overlooked by Taehyung; the elder couldn’t help but stare at every inch of him. Even when Jungkook was driving, Tae would find himself gawking at the latter instead of the flashing scenery in front of him. He just couldn’t believe how good Jungkook looked.. The last time they FaceTimed, the new earrings were nowhere to be found, even less the tattoos. What else did Kook have up his sleeve?

“I’m so happy to be back, you have no idea.” Taehyung sighed in pure content, out stretching his arms over his head before plopping down on the infamous couch. Just like last time, their apartment looked cleaner than when he left it. Everything appeared more.. improved— like everything finally seemed to be falling into its place. Jungkook was happy, Taehyung was sure to have a job he didn’t quite enjoy, but it was better than nothing. What mattered was that he was back, and that was enough for him.

"I think I might have an idea, I'm just as happy to have you back." Jungkook put Tae's bag in the bedroom before heading back into the livingroom to watch the scenery before him. Well, to him it was. Seeing Taehyung comfortably on their couch holding many memories made the younger's heart swell.'

"You hungry?" Kook scrunched his nose, shaking his head as if it was a dumb question. His boyfriend was always hungry. "I actually got some stuff to make you dinner this time." Kook beamed proudly before he turned to head back to the bedroom. "Just let me change first. Maybe you should too, those clothes reek of the airport." Kook chuckled as he beckoned for the elder to follow before heading into his room by himself meanwhile, pulling his sweater over his head and throwing it to the side before rummaging his drawers for a tshirt and a pair of sweats.

“You’re right,” Taehyung groaned, finishing the last of his strawberry milkshake before setting it down on the coffee table, practically forcing himself from up the couch to follow behind Jungkook. After long hours of sitting in a cramped airplane, Tae could use a bit of comfortability and changing out of his clothes was the first step. The elder inattentively stepped into their bedroom, about to slip off his shirt when he stopped midway.

If there was one thing he didn’t already see about Jungkook, it was the rest of his boyfriend’s tattoos.

“No fuckin’ way..” Taehyung’s jaw hit the floor, “Jungkook, fuck.. what?” The younger’s never told him he’d planned on getting tatted; the ink on his hand was already startling enough. But this? “I mean.. I’m a little taken aback but.. damn, you look hot.” Yeah, this Taehyung liked.

The latter stepped closer to him, lightly tracing the outline of one of Jungkook’s tattoos with the pad of his finger, as if he was making sure that it wouldn’t rub off his boyfriend’s skin. “I.. they’re beautiful.” He leaned in to press a mellow kiss onto one by Kook’s collarbone, gently stroking his curious hand over the rest of the younger’s muscular arm. Jungkook was breathtaking. “You’re beautiful.” Tae smiled, smoothing his fingers through the younger’s hair. “Any meaning behind any of them? I’d love to know..”

"Some are more meaningful than others," Jungkook's voice was slightly breathy from the kiss on his skin, it had been so long that he was surprisingly sensitive to the elders touch. Actually, it wasn't that surprising, he'd always been weak underneath his fingertips and lips. Heat blossomed on his skin wherever Tae's touch lingered, and his body reacted to it through a light shudder. "This one I told you about already," he glanced at his hand, then resumed to show off the large flower on his lower arm, "this is my birth flower. It means, umm... love me." He chuckled, "it's a bit cheesy, but I love it a lot." Kook traced his fingers to his upper arms, "these were just because I thought they were pretty." And finally, he lifted his arm to display the thorns adorning his ribs in a flow like pattern, beautifully following every curve of muscle on his skin, "This is..." he scrunched his nose with a small smile, "my pain. But its beautiful still; because it withers as it gets closer to my heart... which is you, keeping the pain away." Kook shrugged, cringing a bit until he grits his teeth in his smile, "I did the one on my hand myself actually." He switched the attention back to it, "I'm quite good."

Jungkook rambled on, it was obvious that he had a passion for tattoos, his eyes sparkling with every word. "You like them?" Kook asked, even if he knew the answer by the way Tae kept touching and staring at his body; not to mention he literally just told the younger.

Taehyung listened closely to each and every one. He might not have any visible tattoos, but his boyfriend’s personal stories were forever inked in his brain, especially the last one. “The thorns are captivatingly beautiful, and so is the meaning behind it.” He playfully wrinkled his nose, “Don’t come for my spot as the cheesy one in this relationship.” Led by a loving gaze, Taehyung pressed his moistened lips onto Jungkook’s left pec; where his boyfriend’s beating heart hid. “I love them, I really like the one you made yourself,” Tae reached for the younger’s hand, smiling fondly from the way the lines effortlessly came together as one.

Jungkook was indeed talented, but then again, what couldn’t his boyfriend do?

“You have all the letters of our names down.. god I love you.” Suddenly missing the intoxicating warmth of Jungkook��s bare skin, Taehyung wrapped his arms around his defined torso, pressing him closer until he could comfortably feel Kook’s lips melting against his.

"Mmm.." Jungkooks hum vibrated in his throat as he returned the soft kiss. Their lips were practically made specifically for each other, the plump curves fitting together like a perfect puzzle. He moved his lips slowly against Tae's as his hands smoothed underneath the hem of his boyfriend's shirt to feel the soft skin against his calloused fingers, moving upwards to help Taehyung to get rid of the fabrics. The kiss momentarily broke when he took it off, only to immediately press their chests together once again, leaning in for another kiss; this one laced with emotions. Jungkook had missed Tae so much, and the desperation slowly growing in his touch was the obvious proof of this.

"Remember when I fucked you in the bathroom at the airport?" Jungkook coyly reminded, hands squeezing at the elders fleshy hips.

One of Taehyung’s full brows arched upwards, “Yeah, I remember. But why are you bringing this up now..?” The elder’s teeth clamped down on his lower lip. He slowly wrapped his arms around Jungkook’s neck, burying his slender fingers underneath the younger’s soft hair, faintly tugging at a certain spot as they securely curled around a couple strands. “Are you perhaps wanting me to return the favor? Hm, baby boy?”

Seeing his boyfriend like.. this, it made Taehyung want to tame him into a moaning, crying mess. The wash of tattoos would be quite contradicting the image he had in mind, but underneath them all laid a very good boy who wanted nothing but to please. Taehyung was sure. With one last smirk, Tae leaned in to whisper into his ear; voice raspy. “Think it’s my turn to leave you limping for days.. That was an asshole move, you know.” He allowed his warm breath to linger for a few seconds, arms loosening themselves to softly smooth his palms over Jungkook’s upper arms. “Wanna make you cry.. good tears, of course. Fuck, wanna be inside your ass.” Taehyung growled, lightly nudging the tip of his nose against the younger’s ear. “Wanna fuck my cum deep into you.. wanna fuck your insides ‘till my cock is numb.” The elder practically moaned, now gripping at Jungkook’s upper arms. “Tell me, pretty boy, how does that sound?”

A few words was all it took for Taehyung to make Jungkook crumble right in front of him. Although the younger was physically at a large advantage, he turned into a puddle mentally quicker than one could say 'baby boy'. Just something in Taehyung's voice could make Kook drop to his knees within a split second if asked. "Sounds really good.." Jungkook's voice was weak, the familiar slightly higher tune of his would only be used in front of his boyfriend. He craned his neck to the side, giving no resistance to expose his strained skin for the elder to bruise or simply kiss as he wishes. "Miss your cock." Jungkook whined quietly, his hands digging into Taes hips at the mere thought of having his ass filled. It's been so long, he didn't even care that he seemed desperate for it. Because he was.

“Miss my cock?” Taehyung licked over his lips, the exposure of his boyfriend’s supple neck making him all the more impatient. “Poor baby..” The elder ridiculed, plush lips coming together into a mocking pout. Jungkook was exceptionally captivating when he whined, the pitch of the younger’s voice was a big contrast to his muscular build, and it made Taehyung feel powerful. “Don’t be shy, you can touch it..” Tae deliberately reached for his boyfriend’s tatted hand, closing the small distance between his lips and Jungkook’s neck. “It missed you too..” He stamped little kisses along the boy’s skin, fingers curled tightly around the younger’s wrist whilst the other worked on undoing his zipper.

“My baby boy..” Taehyung trailed his wet kisses up to Kook’s defined jaw, entirely leading the latter’s hand into the warmth of his boxers. His breath noticeably hitched at the contact, momentarily putting a pause to his lips sensual movements. “Ah fuck..” The elder’s darkened eyes eventually flickered open, looking up at Jungkook’s face from a low angle. “Touch it, get a feel of what’s gonna be slamming into you.”

Jungkook's breathy groan rumbled in his throat when he felt the silky smooth skin of Taehyung's cock. He wrapped his long, calloused fingers around the girth, letting his hand slowly and tortuously stroke it from the shaft to the tip. ''Fuck, I want it now Tae..'' Jungkook shamelessly announced his neediness; he felt impatient. The younger kept stroking his boyfriend's growing length, the beads of precum dribbling out of the tip smearing down with every movement of Kook's hand. Jungkook knew exactly how Taehyung liked it. Where to squeeze, where to tug, and where to simply let his fingers linger until it drove the elder mad. Kook's hand stopped by the mushroom tip, using his slick thumb to rub underneath the crease of the head of Tae's dick. ''Please,'' Jungkook lowered his head to look directly into Taehyung's eyes with his own doe ones, ''I can't wait.''

“Pretty sure you can wait, and you will.” The elder’s dominating aura emitted off of him in large amounts, overfilling the small room with more of their sexual tension. One could practically smell it at this point, its scent was too heavy to ignore. “Wanna take my sweet time with you first..” Taehyung lowly moaned into Jungkook’s ear, moderately rocking his hips into the latter’s hand, going crazy from the sly prod of Kook’s thumb. “You sure know how to please me— ah fuck yeah..” Taehyung redirected his boyfriend’s head with a sharp upwards movement, allowing his pointer finger to continue resting under Jungkook’s chin as the pad of his thumb kept his head in place. “But I also know how to please you, and if you really want it, you’re gonna have to be patient,” Tae murmured against the skin of the younger’s neck, his mouth latching on to a desired spot. Taehyung’s tongue occasionally swirled around the blossoming bruise, teeth nibbling and pulling at the exploited skin as if it was a piece of meat. The elder was starving for a taste.

He pulled away after a few seconds, seemingly proud with his temporary tattoo, the lopsided smile gradually disappearing until Tae stared into his boyfriend’s doe eyes. “Get on the bed, on your back. You’re gonna spread out your legs for me— open them up real good so I can see that pink little hole of yours. ‘M gonna finger you, but if you want more.. beg for it.”

Jungkook's audible swallow didn't go unnoticed by either of the men, a heated blush creeping up on his cheeks. A quiet 'yes' echoed in the room as he withdrew his slick hand from Taehyung's boxers to instead slip out of the rest of his clothes. Now fully naked, his muscular body trembled as he felt Tae's heavy gaze burning on his skin. Kook headed over to the bed, his heart pounding in his chest in excitement... He adored when Taehyung was in the state of dominance just as much as he loved the submissive side-- he could never pick just one. How lucky was he to be able to experience both. Jungkook laid down on his back on the soft duvet, his sculpted body flexing with every move as he reached down to place his hands behind his knees to help spread his legs properly, exposing his pink, tight entrance for Taehyung only to see. Kook's eyes were glimmering in the dimmed light of the room, dead set on his boyfriend with an immense shameless need.

Tae's throbbing cock twitched from inside his boxers, “So pink ‘n perfect for me to stretch..” He walked over to his boyfriend, intrigued eyes set on the small opening to an intimate portal of various emotions; several feelings.. The elder loved being inside of him, it’s where he felt the most warm and at ease. No matter how hard he’d be fucking into Jungkook, Tae would make sure the younger felt every ounce of his love. Because at the end of the day, that’s what it was.. love. Taehyung’s large hands rested on the back of his boyfriend’s thighs, gently pushing the latter’s legs down to his chest.

“Shit I can’t wait to fuck my cock deep into that pretty hole, bet you’re just dying for me to stretch you out, aren’t you?” The elder snickered, manhandling Jungkook’s body to pull him closer to the edge where he stood. “How cute, baby. It’s clenching tight around nothing.” Taehyung leaned down, inching his face closer to press a wet kiss onto the younger’s entrance, settling for kissing around the rim. His hands smoothed over the underside of Jungkook’s thighs, making out the clear goosebumps under his touch. “Smells so sweet too,” Suddenly, Tae spat on Kook’s sensitive hole, some of his saliva dribbling down his chin. He quickly cleaned it up with the back of his hand, then proceeded to circle the pad of his finger around the tight ring of muscle. “So eager to get fingered, I see.” Taehyung smirked whilst he looked up at Jungkook’s expressions from his spot in between his boyfriend’s legs, his black fringe effortlessly falling down to his eyes.

He sank in his pointer finger, playfully wiggling it inside of Kook. “Oh? You like that?” By the way his boyfriend’s body twitched, Taehyung already got his answer. He then added in a second finger, his thumb forcefully pressing against the puckered rim. “So wet, fuck.. beg if you want this fat cock.” He began to move them inside of Jungkook, the squelching sounds making him foam at the mouth.

Jungkook's gasps quickly turned into moans, his entire being crumbling into the needy mess he can only become for Taehyung. "Ah-- fuck.. please..." he threw his head back on the pillow underneath, eyes staring right back into the piercing ones from between his legs. Jungkook squirmed in pleasure every time Tae’s long fingers sank into him, the continuous loop of his lower lip being clamped between his teeth causing the plump skin to swell. "Please baby... please, Taehyung, I need your fat cock--" His higher pitched voice cracks at the end, his cheeks flushed. But he didnt care, all he wanted was to be fucked dumb. "Please fuck me deeply, please please please..." Kook continued with a lower voice, eyes seemingly struggling to stay focused. He was so cock hungry it drove him mad, there was no shame in his body for begging. Quite the opposite, he loved the degrading feeling to it all; giving all control to the one and only person he trusts.

“Ah, why didn’t you just say so~?” A demeaning smirk etched onto his lips at the tease, continuing his fingers’ scissoring motions inside of Jungkook until Taehyung deemed it plenty. He knew best; he was the one in charge. The elder slid off his uncomfortable boxers, letting it droop down to his ankles along with his pants. His rock-hard cock boldly sprung up from its hiding spot, making itself known in both of their hazy eyes. “Gonna stretch you out so good, baby..” Taehyung spat onto the palm of his hand, evenly smothering his warm spit onto his responsive dick; his length twitching as he pumped himself a few times to get started. When ready, Tae carelessly dragged his boyfriend’s body closer to his, pressing one hand onto the back of Jungkook’s thigh whilst he stood by the edge of the bed. It was the perfect height for him to fuck into the younger, his bulging tip aligning with Kook’s clenched hole. Taehyung rubbed the head of his cock against Jungkook’s entrance, annoyingly poking at his boyfriend’s needy ass for the hell of it.

“O-oh shit..” The elder hissed once he’d finally pushed it in, only managing to get the tip inside as the remaining inches didn’t budge. Damn, his boyfriend was fuckin’ tight. He pulled out soon after, wetting the same two fingers before forcing them back inside of Jungkook, fingering him as quick as he could so it wouldn’t be such a tight fit. His cock was getting impatient. “Fuck, baby I need to fuck you more, you’re so fucking tight.” Taehyung tried again, pushing the glistening tip past the rim— slowly, until the rest gradually disappeared in between Jungkook’s fleshy walls. “Shiiit.. so warm..” Yeah, this was what home definitely felt like.

''Ah...aaah..!'' Jungkook's lower moans gradually grew louder with every inch of Taehyung that entered his warm insides, the familiar sensation washing over him. His face winced from the stretch that burned, but it quickly morphed into that of pleasure when he had all of his boyfriend inside of him. ''oh god, yes ye--..'' Series of praises and curses rolled of his lips at a constant, already feeling the scorching heat blossoming on his skin where Tae's hand were touching him, ''So big, I fucking love your cock so much.'' He pressed his head down against the pillow, licking his lips as he relished in the feeling, his hands vulnerably placed above his head to fully display his clammy, flexing torso. His ass clenched hard around Taehyung's length, the muscles still learning once again to relax. He wiggled his hips slightly to feel his boyfriend more, ''Move, please.''

Taehyung obliged— how could he say no when the younger asked politely?— grunting as he leaned forward to tower over Jungkook’s body, each hand placed by the younger’s head. “Hngh.. how’s that?” The elder bit down on his lip, fighting against the way his boyfriend clenched down on him, moderately picking up his pace until he felt himself hitting Kook’s prostate more often than not. Taehyung’s lips parted in a moan, jaw slack as he stared down at his boyfriend’s powerless form underneath him. “My pretty boy..” His pelvis slapped harshly against Jungkook’s ass over and over again, the sounds so lewd and wet just the way Taehyung liked it.

Jungkook's eyes glazed over with a layer of tears, expression mirroring the man above him with a parted mouth that had the most wanton of moans emitting from the younger's throat. Heavy breaths and whiny cries echoed in the room, Kook's body jolting upwards with every thrust he was blessed with. "So good, so fuckin' good- ahh.." Jungkook began struggling with stringing together a coherent sentence at this point, way too indulged in focusing on how the blossoming heat pooled in his lower stomach with every brush of Taehyung's bulbous tip against his prostate. "Harder, harder..." he meekly managed to whisper between breaths, greed overtaking his senses, daring to place his strong hands on Tae's hips to draw him closer, aiding the strength of their bodies clashing together-- practically fucking himself with his boyfriends body.

“Fuuck..!” Taehyung let his head tiredly hang between his broad shoulders, panting as he looked down at the way his cock was entering Jungkook over and over again; some of his precum dribbling down the younger’s skin. “S-shit, so tight..” The elder stared down at his boyfriend, able to make out Jungkook’s various expressions through the sweaty fringe dangling over his eyes. “C’mere.” He leaned down to capture the younger’s plump lips with his own, stifling both of their loud moans to instead feed their cries of pleasure to one another, letting each other have a ‘taste’ of how they were feeling. With their heaving, glistening chests tightly pressed up together, Taehyung felt Jungkook’s hardened cock rub against his lower stomach with every precise thrust inside of him. It got to a point where the elder’s flexed legs couldn’t afford to stand in place, but they weren’t done. Tae was so close, there was no way he was going to stop now. Pulling out of his boyfriend, Taehyung purposely ignored Kook’s cute whines. “Shh, baby. You’re still gonna have a taste of this cock.”

He quickly climbed up on the bed, messy strands of hair sticking to his tan skin as Tae scooted closer to the headboard, resting his head on a pillow before stroking his wet dick a few times. “Ride me,” it was an order, and he was hoping that by the look in his eyes, Jungkook would be able to understand.

Jungkook didn't hesitate to scramble up on his knees to crawl over to his boyfriend, straddling his hips. To think of it, he'd never fucked himself on the elders cock before; which was surprising. However, the thought alone of it had him foaming at the mouth. He wondered if he'd be able to make the elder just as much of a mess riding him. Jungkook leaned forward slightly, one palm firmly pressed against the elders chest for leverage as he used his other to align Tae’s cock with his entrance, wasting no time in sinking his hips down to regain the feeling of being so full once more. "Ah, fuck..." Kook hissed, the new angle providing a more prominent pleasure with the way Tae's mushroom tip prodded his prostate, "so big." He praised, placing both hands on Taehyung's chest as he started to move his hips to grind himself down on the fat length stirring up his tight, fleshy walls; triggering Jungkooks own untouched cock to twitch and bounce needily between them. "Touch me, please-- wanna cum all over you."

Taehyung gripped onto Jungkook’s sweaty thighs, squeezing the firm skin in between his fingers as he gazed up at his boyfriend, face slightly scrunched up in utter fulfillment. Seeing the younger straddling him; rosy cheeks paired with the number of intricate tattoos painted all over his upper body, it made Taehyung not want to look away for even a mere second.

His boyfriend looked too beautiful, Tae still couldn’t believe it.

“That feels so good..” He hissed, one hand reaching downwards to engulf Jungkook’s needy cock in his tight grasp, mercilessly pumping the length from the start. “F-fuck, Babe I’m gonna cum soon..!” Taehyung could feel the quiet rumbling in his lower stomach, along with the pool of heat slowly but surely building up.

"Me too," Jungkook threw his head back as one throaty moan after the other erupted from his parted lips. He swore his eyes would roll to the back of his skull if it was physically possible. "Gonna cum-- fuck, fuck, fuck!" The muscles in Kook's thighs worked hard, heaving his body up and down roughly to fuck himself on Taehyung's fat cock. It felt so fucking good, and now that the younger was able to set the pace he wanted, there was no room for mercy on himself-- or his boyfriend. He wanted the elders' length as deep as possible inside of him, rough and sweaty. All his pent up stress from the past few months mixed with the pure lust and missing Tae was all poured into this very moment. " Oh god now, now.. now!" Jungkook cried out with a broken moan as he came, ropes of white gushing out to pool on Taehyung's stomach. The intense muscle spasms had his insides clenching down hard on his boyfriends length, the tip continuously hitting kooks deepest parts. Sensitivity slowly washed over the younger, his cries becoming more painful as the elder didn't stop just yet-- not until Jungkook would be completely filled up.

Taehyung held on tight to his boyfriend’s jittery hips, blunt nails sinking deep into the skin as he sloppily fucked into Jungkook’s clenched insides. “Gonna cum so deep inside of you— fuck..” A series of grunts slipped past his rosy lips; the skin swollen from Taehyung biting down on them often. In the spur of the heated moment, that was the least of the elder’s worries— “I-I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna.. fuuuck!” His hips stiffened as he shot his heavy load inside of his boyfriend, warm spurts of cum completely stuffing Jungkook’s fleshy walls. Despite his fatigue, Tae proceeded to lazily thrust his cum deeper inside his boyfriend. “Shit..” The rocking of Taehyung’s hips slowly came to a stop, instead he focused on regaining his normal breathing, dick still twitching inside of Kook.

“Glad to be back,” a hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his lips whilst he stared up at Jungkook, taking in the younger’s fucked-out state. Taehyung slightly sat up to push Kook’s body down against him, smoothing his hands over his boyfriend’s back, enjoying feeling the younger’s chest heaving against his. “Gotta admit, this was the best ‘welcome back’ present ever.” Tae mumbled against Jungkook’s temple, the tip of his pointer finger grazing over the tattoo’s outline on the younger’s upper arm.

"I was planning to make you dinner, but this surely beat that." Jungkook winced when he chuckled, pressing his cheek against the crook of his boyfriend's neck. They were a sweaty mess, cum between their bodies and inside of the younger. But they both didn't seem to mind, this was exactly how and where they wanted this to be. "I can still make some if you're hungry?" Jungkook looked up at Taehyung, "Just need to shower first... I'm kind of hungry."

“Dinner sounds great.” Taehyung beamed, delicately cupping the side of Jungkook’s face. He couldn’t believe it; no more long distance. Taehyung was back for good, they could finally start working towards the life they’ve always wanted.

The flame flickered a little brighter, and the feeling of uncertainty was long gone. Jungkook was happy, Tae was content— they didn’t need anything else. They had everything they needed right in front of their eyes.

“I love you.” It was simple, but Taehyung meant it each and every time. He didn’t know if there would ever be anyone he’d love as much as Jungkook, but for now.. he was pleased.

A few years later...

“I love you~” Taehyung cooed, nuzzling his nose into Taeyeon’s warm tummy. The baby obnoxiously giggled, eagerly moving her small limbs in response to her papa’s kisses on her pudgy skin. It was late at night, and they were laying on the bed with their four month old daughter in the middle. She’d woken up crying, in need of her fathers’ comfort. The fatigue that once took over Taehyung was now nonexistent, something about hearing their baby babble and squeal awakened him.. He hated it when she was distressed; if it meant he’d have to lose a few hours of sleep to hear Taeyeon laugh once again, it was worth it.

At first, Taehyung was terrified of becoming a father. They might have babysat Yuna for Namjoon and Jisoo once in a while, but this.. this was different. Taeyeon was going to be theirs forever— to love and care for. Part of him was afraid he would fuck it all up, that he’d end up like his own father.. But the moment a weeping Taeyeon was placed in his arms, however, Tae promised her he’d always be there for her. It was love at first sight, really.

She was their baby, their own little human to introduce life to. To know he’d take care of her alongside his husband? Taehyung felt blessed.

The night she was born was extremely stressful, Tae wished they were allowed in the delivery room, but it was a closed adoption. He simply remembered squeezing on tight to his husband’s hand, hoping that everything went smoothly. The second he heard a muffled fit of cries, Taehyung swore immediate tears rushed to his sleep-deprived eyes. It wasn’t until they were allowed to hold her that the elder felt a hint of every emotion sink down on him; he broke down. Joy, fear, anxiety, but most of all love.. Namjoon recorded every single second of it, zooming in on the family as they lovingly gazed down at a newborn Taeyeon. “You’re daddies now!” Joon’s excited voice rung from behind the camera. It was an unforgettable moment, for everyone included...

“Taeyeon, I love you~” Taehyung repeated, cheekily smiling down at her before facing Jungkook, noting the same look of adoration on his husband’s face. “She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” Tae pressed a kiss onto the younger’s shoulder. Taeyeon stared up at her fathers with big, doe eyes, wondering why they weren’t giving her anymore attention.

''She is.'' Jungkook agreed softly, his toothy grin growing as his eyes flickered between Taehyung and Taeyeon. At one point, for the longest time, Jungkook didn't believe he would love anybody as much as he loved Taehyung. But oh, how wrong he was. When he first laid eyes on their new addition to the family, it was as if his heart grew double in size. He loved the little girl with his entire being.

His love wasn't split, it simply grew for the two of them.

''Oh look, she's jealous that I get your kisses.'' Kook giggled as he reached to pick their daughter up to lay her on his chest, pressing a soft kiss on her head before her cheek pressed against Kook's firm pecs. They served as perfect sleeping pillows for their little one, and her eyes loved to follow the patterns of his added tattoo collection adorning his chest and shoulders.

Immediately, Taeyeon seemed content to feel the safety of her fathers' warmth, cooing quietly as her eyes seemed to flutter shut. Jungkook glanced over at Tae with a grin, beaming with pride.

Who would've thought both of them would end up here after all these years; tackling hurdles and growing together. It's been a total mess, but without it they wouldn't be who they are today.

''Hey,'' Jungkook nudged his husband, inching his face closer with a plush pout, ''Tell me you love me too, I get jealous when she gets all of it.''

Taehyung rolled his tired eyes, but amusingly smiled nonetheless as he leaned in to press a lingering kiss onto his husband’s childish pout, instinctively blanketing his warm hand over Taeyeon’s bare back; afraid she’d get cold.

This ‘kiss’ was probably the most action they’ve gotten in weeks. As it turns out, babies really do take up the majority of your time.. The elder wouldn’t change a thing, though. Their daughter’s needs were the first priority.

“I love you too, dumbass.” As a cherry on top, Tae stamped a bundle of little kisses over Jungkook’s face, careful not to disturb Taeyeon. She was a heavy sleeper for the most part, but there were some rare occasions.. The thought of her high-pitched cries made Taehyung’s ears ring.

“Ah, Yeonie looks so cute sleeping on your chest like that. I need to take a picture.” The elder reached for his small camera that was placed on the nightstand, precisely aiming the lens towards his husband and daughter.

“Say cheese, Jeons~” He cooed barely above a whisper, managing to capture a few frame-worthy shots. A couple years of practice surely did him a few favors. The businessman's life wasn’t for him, as Taehyung came to find out. He just wasn’t.. happy, he didn’t feel fulfilled in his stressful choice of a career. It made him miserable every waking morning. Thankfully, life works in marvelous ways, and he was introduced to the art of photography. Taehyung fell in love with the idea of permanently ceasing life’s certain moments. One’s existence flew by in a flash, but with his camera, he was able to hold on to that point in time for as long as he wanted. Tae found that really cool. He was pretty good at it, too.

Once he was pleased with the pictures, Taehyung sat the camera to the side, reminding himself to set it as his phone’s lock screen later. The elder’s thumb lightly caressed over Taeyeon’s back, feeling their little one’s comforting breaths whilst she slept.

“She loves napping on your chest,” Tae giggled, reminded of all the times she’d cry and beg for Jungkook’s presence whenever he was away at work. “Remember that one time she puked on you, though?”

"That one time still haunts my dreams," Jungkook scrunched his nose as he chuckled quietly, not as worried about whether their little bundle of joy would wake up. She was a heavy sleeper, for the most part; but on his chest she was like an immovable rock. Kook yawned, the bags under his eyes were prominent. But he was happy. Losing sleep together with Taehyung was everything he ever wanted... figuring out how to be parents together were one of the most beautiful moments of his life; and he had deemed many memories with that title. He could make an entire list. "I think you can get some sleep now babe, she's all passed out." Jungkook adds as he uses his free arm to pull his husband closer, urging him to sleep on the younger's free side of the chest, knowing Tae does love it just as much as Taeyeon.

Finally having both of his most treasured people in his entire life close to his heart, breathing soundly in unison.. He wasn't sure if Tae was actually asleep; but he was great at just... enjoying the moment these days. Kook couldn't sleep just yet, his mind racing as usual as he reminisced about the past. He thought back to everything; how every piece of their path had mattered to be where they are today.

And to think that this crazy Love Maze had started by the slip of a fucking shoelace on the dirty gymnasium floor all those years ago.

THE END.

Thank you so much for reading and following along this story. I really appreciate all the kind comments, ranging from frustration towards the character's dumbass decisions, the heat of their moments, and the love for their growth. I'm so attached to these characters it hurts to see it end.

HOWEVER... I have a couple smutty oneshots throughout various times during their relationships, if you'd like me to post those please let me know in the comments.

I love you all! And an endless amount of love for @velvetwicebang for writing this with me.I seriously can’t find the words for how much ily :( <3 -xoxo, sombreboy

#fic: Love maze #taekook smut #vkook smut #taehyung x jungkook #sombreboy

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mackinmacki · 4 years ago

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You’re Not Allowed to Say That! (White Rose Week #5)

Fandom: RWBY

Pairing: White Rose

Word Count: 2194

Rating: T

Synopsis: Weiss attempts to teach Ruby that swearing isn't very ladylike, to mixed results.

Prompt: Curse

Links: FFN | AO3

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It started simply enough. Ruby and Yang were standing on opposite sides of the room, tossing a ball back and forth to each other. Zwei, who had been sent over through the mail for a visit, was happily pacing between them, trying to grab the ball should it be dropped. Weiss, as careful as she was, made sure to repeatedly mention that the two of them were going to break something. It was no surprise that neither of them heeded her warnings.

Now, at least nothing broke. That was the good part. Unfortunately, one of Yang's errant throws nearly broke Ruby. It was too high and too far. Ruby, with outstretched arms, jumped back and tried to catch it. However, it was just too high, and it hit off the wall. She followed suit, banging the back of her head hard against the drywall. Zwei, Yang, and Weiss all immediately started running towards her as the ball bounced uselessly away.

"Oww, fuck!" Ruby groaned, sprawled out on the ground and holding her head. While Zwei and Yang dropped down next to her, making sure she was alright, Weiss had stopped in her tracks. She stared open-mouthed at Ruby, playing back repeatedly what she had just said.

"Ruby!" Her shrill scream caught everyone's attention. All eyes were on her, including Blake, who had been idling around before that moment. "You can't say that!"

"Wha? Say what?" Ruby slowly sat up with help from Yang, rubbing the back of her head and looking at Weiss. It always seemed like she was doing something wrong, but she couldn't fathom what she had done this time.

"That word!" Weiss shouted back, telling her absolutely nothing about what exactly she had said that was so wrong. "It's not very ladylike to curse, you know." 'Ohh!' Well, now it all made sense. Ruby immediately started to giggle, which naturally made Weiss's temper rise. "And just what are you laughing at, Ruby?!"

"Are you trying to tell me not to say 'fuck', Weiss?" When Weiss visibly cringed, Ruby burst out into fits of laughter. "Ow ow, my head, ahahaha owowow! Stop it, Weiss! You're making me laugh too much!"

"Me?! That's your fault for messing around in closed quarters! And maybe you deserve that for not listening to me." Putting her hands on her hips, Weiss looked like she had just sucked on a lemon. "Cursing is something uncouth women do, Ruby. It's for low class people. As our leader, I expect better from you."

"Aww Weiss, there's nothing wrong with swearing." Yang stood up once she made sure Ruby was okay, ambling over to sling an arm around Weiss's shoulder. "Sometimes saying something's good just isn't gonna cut it. You gotta say that it's bitchin', ya know?"

"I do not know," Weiss retorted, sliding out from under Yang's arm and stepping back, frowning deeply. "You're a bad influence on Ruby, you know that? I bet you swear like a sailor in front of her, and she ends up emulating you. You need to improve your vocabulary, Yang. Blake, back me up here."

"What?" Blake, realizing that she was being dragged into the conversation, tried to slip unnoticed back into bed. "Don't bring me into this conversation. I don't care."

"Like hell you don't!" With surprising speed, Weiss caught Blake before she could sneak under the covers, grabbing her arm and forcibly dragging her towards the sisters. "You're of sound mind, Blake. Wouldn't you agree that swearing is for those who have weak vocabularies?"

"Well, I don't personally swear." She could feel herself sweating, thinking about the copious amounts of swearing in some of the more risque literature that she read. If only Weiss knew there were worse things Ruby could be saying than swear words, like what the main character of the most recent book she was reading was doing to their love interest in the back of a train car. She had a feeling someone as stuck up as Weiss would never recover. "But I'm not going to police other people's dialogue."

"Then you are an enabler." Weiss let go of Blake's arm, shaking her head disgustedly. "I'm disappointed in all of you for this behavior. Especially you." She pointed at Yang, who looked visibly shocked.

"Me?! I didn't even swear! That was all Ruby!"

"Wow, way to throw me under the bus, sis..."

"Yes, but I know that you were the one who taught her to curse like that." Glaring at Yang, Weiss grabbed Ruby's arm and took her towards the door. "If you'll excuse us, I have some lessons to teach Ruby about the art of conversation."

"Aww man! Yaaang, help me!" Ruby squirmed in Weiss's grasp, but didn't have the full heart to yank herself away. "At least take Yang instead! She's the bad influence!" When it came to throwing sisters under the bus, what was good for the goose was good for the gander. Whatever the fuck a 'gander' was.

"Yes, but Yang is irredeemable. I can still save you." There was no more room for argument. Weiss pulled Ruby out of the bedroom and slammed the door, Ruby's cries for mercy fading the further away they got.

"Well then," Yang muttered, scratching at her scalp. "I feel like I should be offended by that, but at least I don't have to deal with a Weiss lecture. Maybe being irredeemable has its perks."

"That's one way of looking at it."

——————————————————————————————— "Alright Ruby, now let's say you're in a situation where you get hurt." Weiss had taken Ruby up to the top floor balcony, where she was attempting to teach her partner proper etiquette. Considering that Ruby had cursed while getting hurt, that seemed like a good place to start. "Instead of saying the f-word like you did, why not try just saying 'Ow'?"

"Aww, but Weiss, I can't help it! If I hurt myself like that, it just comes out, you know?" Ruby really didn't see what the big deal was. Who cared if she said 'fuck' a time or two? She hadn't expected Weiss to be so anal about it. Hehehe, anal... Probably shouldn't say that out loud either.

"That's because you're not trying!" Weiss huffed in frustration, wondering for a moment if Ruby was also a lost cause. No, she didn't believe that. Unlike her uncouth older sister, Ruby was a much nicer, better-spoken girl. There had to be a way to show her the error of her ways, also known as the error of Yang's ways. "Once you stop using curse words, then it will become more instinctual for you."

"I suppose..." Ruby sighed, shaking her head slightly. Why was this such a big deal to Weiss? Her swearing wasn't affecting anyone. Sure, people were sometimes surprised at the mouth someone as cute and innocent as she looked, but that's what happened when you grow up around people like Yang and Qrow. Besides, they were just words. What was the problem, really? "Don't you ever feel like swearing, Weiss?"

"Of course not! How dare you even insinuate such a thing!" The nerve of Ruby to think she would let such rough words leave her lips. She had been raised better than that. "A proper woman doesn't devolve to swearing when things aren't going her way. That's a lesson you'll need to learn, Ruby."

"That's a lame lesson," Ruby muttered, though she had to quickly take it back when she saw the look on Weiss's face. "Uh, I mean, it's not a lame lesson?" That did not change her expression at all. "C'mon Weiss, this is silly! I'm not as prim and proper as you, okay? Sometimes I swear, and that's okay! Everybody does it!"

"Don't be so broad, Ruby. Not everyone swears. I don't." Ruby was being difficult, but that was normal for her. She had been difficult to deal with since the day they met. That didn't mean it was time to give up, though. Weiss was going to get through to her, no matter how long it took. Well, eventually she would give up, but now wasn't that time.

She spent the next twenty minutes trying to convince Ruby that there were better uses of her vocabulary. Between tips and different words, she threw all of her arsenal at the team leader. Maybe it stuck, but at the moment, it seemed she had still left Ruby unconvinced. At that point, she was tired, and she decided that they would need to reconvene another time.

"Alright, let's go back to the dorm," she sighed, wondering if she had gotten through at all to Ruby. Looking in her eyes, she couldn't tell. Maybe this all was for naught, and Ruby was as far gone as her sister. She would still try, though, at least for awhile longer. There were more connections between herself and her partner than there was with her and Yang, anyway.

"Yay!" Ruby hopped up happily -- a bit too happily. Shaking her head, Weiss got up after her, and the two of them headed off of the balcony. However, being distracted by the entire situation made Weiss less cautious than she usually was. Without her eyes fully focused on what was in front of her, she accidentally rammed her elbow into the side of the door, sending a sharp pain right up her funny bone.

"Ow! Son of a bitch!" She cried out and grabbed her elbow, hissing in pain. Barely avoiding hitting Ruby, she hopped around in pain, biting hard on her lip. When she was finally able to calm down and let her pained arm drop down, she noticed that Ruby was staring at her, a huge grin on her face. "What? What's so funny, Ruby?"

"You swore, Weiss." Ruby could barely contain her laughter at that point, her entire body shaking from the effort.

"What?" Weiss blinked, thinking back on what she had just said. When she realized what had come from her lips, her entire face visibly paled. That was saying something, considering how pale she already was. At that point, Ruby couldn't hold back any longer. She collapsed to the ground, holding her stomach as she laughed boisterously. "Stop laughing, Ruby! Stop it this instance!"

"Weiss said a bad word! Weiss said a bad word!" Ruby was howling with laughter, barely able to get any words out. By that point, Weiss was blushing furiously, trying to glare Ruby into silence. It wasn't working. "Wait 'til I tell Yang!"

"You will do no such thing!" Seeing Ruby trying to crawl her way down the hall, Weiss was forced to toss her dignity to the side as she dived for her partner. Ruby let out a cry of surprise as Weiss landed on her, pinning her down to the ground. "Don't you dare tell anyone about this! Especially not Yang!"

"Weiss! Get off me!" Of course, Ruby was stronger than Weiss, which made it easy to buck her off. While she wasn't physically strong, Weiss made up for it in dogged tenacity. She held on for dear life, refusing to let Ruby escape with her semblance and tell the world that she swore. That was going to go to the grave with them, even if they both had to die right then and there.

"Not until you promise not to tell anyone!" By that point, Ruby was basically dragging Weiss across the floor. They were both getting their outfits dirty, but there was more at stake than needing to throw them in the wash.

"Promise not to tell anyone what?" Both of them stopped what they were doing, looking up to find Nora and Pyrrha standing above them. Nora had a big grin on her face, already sensing there was some gossip in the air that she was excited to hear about. As for Pyrrha, she looked somewhat awkward at the position she had found the two of them in, but a bit curious as to what was going on.

"Nothing!" Weiss covered Ruby's mouth before she could blurt anything out that didn't need to be said. "Nothing at all!" Now Nora was the one with an increasing grin, and Weiss didn't like that look. She had been around Ruby, Yang, and Nora enough now to know that whenever any of them were grinning like that, bad things were to follow.

"Ohhh boy, I can't wait to tell Yang that you're trying to get busy with her sister right in the hallway!" With that, she started running down the hall, leaving Ruby and Weiss in her dust. The two of them stared at each other, realizing that this was much different than either of them had anticipated happening. They both began to blush as they rolled off of each other, jumping to their feet and running after Nora.

"Nora, that wasn't what you thought it was!" "Get back here, Nora!" Ruby activated her semblance, disappearing from view. From her end of the hall, Pyrrha could only hear a loud scream that sounded distinctly like Nora. With a sigh, she shook her head and started to walk in that direction.

"Maybe leaving Mistral was a bad idea."

#White Rose Week #RWBY #White Rose #Weiss Schnee #Ruby Rose #Yang Xiao Long #Blake Belladonna #Nora Valkyrie #Pyrrha Nikos #my writing

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