#you will beat the sadness i believe in you

[chessboredom]

Now that I've finished Ep 8, acn I just mention(again that I have ALWAYS BEEN SAYING THIS) that Pure Vanilla Cookie is such a good fucking actor. The first one was him being Healer Cookie, convincing everyone that he was blind(first interaction with him) for quite a while until he finally revealed himself(to the Light of Truth) to be Pure Vanilla Cookie.

And this Episode mirrors just That, except you he had to fool the Fool, Shadow Milk Cookie himself. By being Truthless Recluse, he had to face things that, possibly, what ShadowMilk Cookie went through(Have I mentioned that everything Smilk did to PV is Projection?), he falls into and embodies Deceit, while also still holding onto his own self with the help of GingerBrave and Friends to make him remember who he really is.

But Nobody can beat Shadow Milk Cookie in acting though because he is SOOOOOO GOOD at lying to the point he believes in his own lies, and thus living his truth which is the lie he believes in. (Which is also true for the other Beasts lol.)

Shadow Milk Cookie keeps saying that Pure Vanilla Cookie won't admit something to him, but he himself would Never admit he is lonely.

Just great you sad, pathetic wet sopping cat crumpled paper bag peice of shit. (I WAS ALSO RIGHT ABOUT THIS)

When I'm in a lying to myself about my crippling self loathing competition and my opponent is Shadow Milk Cookie.

Go jester go! Make a fool of yourself!!

[wendichester]

`౨ৎ~ before standford,

summary. sam comes to say goodbye before he leaves.

pairing. sam winchester x reader ; angsty

wordcount. 675

Sam doesn’t know how long he’s been standing outside your door.

Long enough for the porch light to flicker once. Long enough for the lump in his throat to feel damn near permanent.

This is the last stop before Stanford. Before everything changes.

And God, he doesn’t want to knock.

But he does.

The sound is too soft, too hesitant—nothing like the fight he just had with his dad, all raised voices and burning bridges. This knock is careful. Almost reluctant.

A few seconds pass before the door opens, and there you are.

Sam’s stomach twists.

Barefoot, wearing an oversized sweater that’s probably older than both of you, hair messy like you’d just been about to go to bed. You look soft, warm—like home.

"Sam?" Your brows furrow as you take him in. His duffel bag slung over one shoulder, the tight set of his jaw, the weight in his eyes.

And because you know him—because you’ve always known him better than anyone—you don’t ask what happened. You already know.

Instead, you exhale slowly and step aside. "Come in."

Sam hesitates. Just for a second.

Then he does.

The house smells the same—like old books and cinnamon and the faint trace of gun oil. The walls are lined with pictures that don’t belong to people who get out. People like you.

You lead him to the couch, sitting close, knee bumping his. You don’t say anything, just wait.

His throat works. He stares down at his hands. "I’m leaving."

You nod. "I figured."

His head snaps up. "You figured?"

You give him a small, sad smile. "You’ve been talking about this since we were kids, Sam. It was never if you were going—it was when."

He looks away. His chest is tight. "I had to see you before I left."

You nod again, like you understand. Because of course you do.

A long beat of silence stretches between you.

"You scared?" you ask softly.

Sam lets out a breath. "Terrified."

A pause. Then, you say, "Me too."

His eyes flicker to yours, something sharp and aching lodging in his chest.

Because this is what makes it so hard. You.

You’re the only person who ever really got it—the longing for something beyond endless hunts and bloody motel rooms. The dream of normalcy, of stability, of waking up one day and not being afraid.

He should ask you to come with him.

The words sit heavy on his tongue.

But he doesn’t.

Because you won’t.

Because no matter how much you want the same things, you won’t leave.

And he will.

"You’re gonna do great things," you say, voice steady, like you believe it. Like it’s already written in stone.

Sam swallows hard. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," you whisper.

He exhales shakily, running a hand through his hair. "God, this is harder than I thought."

Your lips quirk, but your eyes stay sad. "You could just stay."

It’s a joke. He knows it’s a joke.

But it still hits him like a punch to the gut.

"You know I can’t," he says.

You nod, looking down. "I know."

Another silence.

Then, before he can talk himself out of it, he moves.

Pulls you into a tight, desperate hug. Breathes you in like he’s trying to memorize the way you smell, the way you feel in his arms.

Your fingers curl into the fabric of his jacket, gripping tight, like you don’t want to let go.

"Don’t forget about me, okay?" you murmur against his shoulder.

Sam’s chest clenches painfully.

"Not possible," he whispers.

He pulls back just enough to look at you. Your face is too close. Your lips are right there.

And God—if things were different.

If this were a world where he wasn’t about to walk out of it.

But it’s not.

So instead, he presses a lingering kiss to your forehead. Lets his lips rest there for just a second longer than he should.

Then he stands.

And as he doesn't glance back before closing the door, you know—you're certain—he's already trying to forget you.

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[wonnieluv]

Someday - ot7

Summary: you’re coming to the end of your visit to Seoul and you will have to be going home soon… which means you’ll have to say goodbye to your boyfriend

ot7 bf!Enha x fem!reader

warnings: none

masterlist

Heeseung

Your visit to Seoul to see your boyfriend over the holidays was a surprise that you had put together with the members as a Christmas present for him. Up until this point, you had firmly believed the hardest part would have been keeping the secret from him before you could make it to him. Now as you lay in his bed with his arms wrapped around you tightly you realize the hardest part is going to be when you leave him again tomorrow to return home. Heeseung didn't let go of you all day and he wasn't gonna stop just because he fell asleep. You swore if you got up he'd jolt awake in a cold sweat thinking that he had been in a coma for 2 weeks and you never really came to visit him.

"I'm gonna miss you" Heeseung mumbles into the back of your neck. The arms around your waist tighten pulling you impossibly closer. "I like having you with me like this too much."

"I know my love," you say softly. "It's only a matter of time until we're together again."

You feel his arms loosen from their place on your waist and before you can question it he's gently pulling you to flip over so you're now facing him. Without a beat you move further into his arms burying your head in his chest as his arms return to your waist.

"You're going to have to force your way out of this bed tomorrow" You here Heeseung mumble as his head now rests on top of your head.

“You promise” you ask with a lazy smile

“I pinky promise” he responds with an equally relaxed tone

You say nothing but let out a content sigh as you let the warmth of his body under the covers lull you off to sleep. Rest assured it took quite an amount of effort to get you out of bed and to the airport the next day.

Jay

Since it was your last night with Jay before you headed to the airport early the next morning, the two of you decided to spend it at his apartment just enjoying the feeling of being with each other. Jay insisted on cooking you all your favorite meals since he wouldn't be able to do so for a while and that's how you've ended up sitting on a stool on the island of his kitchen as you watch him move fluidly through the space. When you looked at him it was as if hearts flew around his figure you were so in love with him.

"You know if you keep staring at me like that I might just burn the food" His chuckle breaks you out of your trance.

"I wasn't staring at you" You playfully scoff "I was zoning out cause the food smells so good."

He smiles at your response setting down his cooking utensils and walking around the island to come stand behind you. "hmm really?" He asks playfully as he leans down wrapping his arms around you. "I like it when you stare at me though." He feigns sadness before pulling away and returning to the stove. "It feels good to know your eyes are on me because it reminds me that you're actually here." He says it so casually you were prepared to brush off another teasing comment. Once his words set in, you rise from your seat and wrap your arms around his waist in a back hug while he cooks.

"Soon Jay... I promise" you bury your head into his broad back feeling his muscles relax at your touch.

He turns to you and brings you into his chest as he leans against the counter, "I know darling... and I will wait an eternity until the day I can wake up next to you and not have to count the days until you have to go."

Needless to say, you spent the rest of the evening attached to Jay refusing to let him be physically away from you for more than 2 minutes.

Jake

A high-pitched squeal echos through the apartment moments after the sound of the front door closes.

"Baby did you do this?" You hear Jake call from the living room.

You come out of the bedroom where you were in the middle of packing your bags, "I did! do you like it?" You didn't even need to ask by the bright smile on Jake's face.

"Like it? I love it! My little girl looks so cute." He smiles as he begins to affectionately pet Layla.

While Jake was out grabbing you a few things you'd need for the airport, you decided to surprise him by dressing up Layla in the cutest sweater you found for her the other day and she looked absolutely ADORABLE.

"Baby come on we HAVE to take her to the dog park. She'll be the cutest one there." He says excitedly almost immediately getting ready to go grab her leash.

You look down as you shake your head in disbelief before calling after him. "Babes you've already taken her on 4 walks today she's too tired and I need to get packing. At this rate I'll need to be up all night to finish." At your response you're met with 2 pairs of sad puppy dog eyes.

"Look even Layla doesn't want you to go. So you should just stay here with us forever." He says both of you knowing deep down you have to leave

You walk over to him wrapping your arms around his neck. "Jakey we both know I have to go back" you peck his lips.

"I know..." he says with a dejected tone "but she will really miss you... I will really miss you..." his voice is soft as he rests his forehead against yours.

The two of you sit like that in silence for a moment with Layla coming up and nuzzling your leg. The moment is a bittersweet reminder that everything you could have is just barely out of reach at the moment. Someday though... this moment will be forever.

Sunghoon

You pulled your suitcase out of the closet where you had stored it weeks before bringing it onto Sunghoon's bed with a huff before opening it ready to pack your belongings for your flight the next day.

As if on cue, your boyfriend enters the room with a basket overflowing with your laundry.

"Hoon I told you you didn't have to do my laundry..." You lightly scold him as he sets the basket down next to you. He stands up straight and wraps his arms around your waist.

"I know but... you like it don't you" he says with a light peck on your forehead.

"yea... maybe..." You say reciprocating the embrace.

The two of you stay in that position for a moment before you pull away. "I've gotta pack now..."

You see the immediate pout cross his face "or.... you could just stay here with me forever" his grip on your waist tightens not letting you pull away. "I'll do your laundry whenever you want"

You giggle in response "love, you know I have to go back..." your tone gets soft but you do nothing to escape his embrace and that is a good enough response for Sunghoon so he picks you up.

You squeal in response "What are you doing!". He throws you down on the bed before lying down next to you and pulling you back into his embrace.

"You're staying. That's final" he says with a content sigh not giving you any room to argue.

All you could do is sigh as you relax into his embrace “someday Sunghoon… someday…”

You did leave the next day... but not without a lot of fighting from Sunghoon to keep you to stay.

Sunoo

"Baby hurry up" You hear Sunoo yell from across the apartment "I'll start without you!"

"You wouldn't dare" you shriek back before running to join him in the bathroom.

You return with a smile on your face with the glass of water you were grabbing from the kitchen.

Sunoo had surprised you earlier that day with a basket of some of the best skincare products that you had been wanting for forever so of course, the two of you had to do a lovely skincare evening with each other before you have to go.

"Smile!" you look into the camera that's pointed at the mirror to capture your matching face masks to go with your matching hairbands and matching pajamas. You weren't super into matching things before meeting Sunoo but in his words "You carry half of me with you when you leave" and you haven't turned back ever since.

"Let me put your eye masks on you," he says with a cute smile reaching up with the fancy gold eye masks he bought you.

"We're so goals," you say looking at how goofy the two of you look in the mirror as you pull out your phone to take pics of him.

He gets shy as he moves behind you and buries his head in your neck "babyyyy... you better send me those..." he says shyly. You can hear the smile on his face.

"okay okay... now come on I don't want your mask to fall off" You turn to face him adjusting the eye mask he's got on.

As you two finish up your skincare, you settle in his bed with your laptop watching the last episode of the drama the two of you binged over the break. You play with his soft fingers in your own "I'm gonna miss you a lot you know..." you say softly.

He brings your hand up to his lips to give it a short peck "I already miss you..." he pouts "but I know in the end it will all be worth it"

"Yea?"

"Mhm. You can't get rid of me that easily, and plus... who else am I supposed to share my skincare with? Jungwon? He literally dropped my cleanser in the toilet" He scoffs at the memory

"I'm honored to be the person you share your precious skincare with" you say as you snuggle further into him

"You should be" he flips his fake long hair "I don't share it with just anyone" he hugs you a big tighter. "Now let's finish the dramaaa I've been waiting to see if they end up together!!"

Jungwon

You're curled up in the corner of the small studio on a chair as you listen to Jungwon rehearse some songs he's been wanting to cover. You're supposed to be leaving tomorrow and at the beginning of your stay, Jungwon made sure he told the company that they should cancel all of his schedules for that day. Unfortunately, they didn't care. So Jungwon brought you with him. It's not ideal but you'd rather spend the day with him at the company than not at all.

"when i go I'm gonna make you serenade me to sleep every night over facetime from now on" you say with a fond smile as he finishes the song

"oh really? you like my voice that much" he turns to face you with a cheeky smile

"mhm" you hum before you go stand in front of him.

As you stand in front of his chair your hand comes down to reach for his hair "you should take a break won... you've been at this for hours and I know you're hungry"

"Hmmm" he hums at the feeling of your hands in his hair "I don't know... I'd rather stay here" his arms wrap around your waist as he pulls you onto his lap "you're leaving me soon, I wanna savor this"

You adjust yourself into a more comfortable position on his lap so that your head is resting comfortably on his chest "fine... but you've gotta eat soon"

"I will don't worry" He rests his head on top of yours "Jay's planning to cook tonight so we can go home soon. But for now let's just stay like this"

"Won't they be mad if they come by and you aren't practicing?"

"They already made me come to the company on a day that was supposed to be for us... they're lucky I even left my bed this morning"

Ni-ki

"When you can reach the top shelf I'll let you play as Toad" your boyfriend says from his spot on the floor

"Oh fuck you Riki" you grumble from behind him on the comfy couch in his room.

Riki pledged that after the two of you ate, you would not be leaving his room until he would eventually be forced to let you go to the airport in the morning. So here you are 2 hours later, playing probably your 10th round of Mario Kart.

"I hope you know I won't visit you again until you promise to let me play as Toad." You continue to grumble as you continue to pick the character you want.

As you continue swiping through you hear the sound of him locking in his character

"you dumbass you locked in the wrong character." you say

"no I didn't" he says setting down his controller to grab the chip bag by his side

you kick his shoulder "stop rubbing it in and just change it so I can beat you"

"ow! I'm not gonna change it you can be toad" he says, massaging his shoulder

"woah full stop" you dramatically gasp "you.. are letting me... be toad?!"

"stop being weird let's just play" he picks up the controller.

You say nothing but smile as you continue to play one more round with him before you two decide to put down the controllers and lay down.

Now you're comfortably laying with your back to riki as his long arms wrap around you as your hands play with the rings on his fingers.

"I know you're all nonchalant n shit... but I'm really gonna miss you..." you say softly.

You feel him hold you just a bit tighter.

"I'm not nonchalant enough to not admit that the second I say goodbye to you, I’ll start counting the days until I see you again"

You smile as you turn around in his hold, burying your head in his chest. He holds you tightly just like that until the moment you leave for the airport the next day and of course he stays true to his word.

The second you leave he starts counting down the days until you're with him again.

This has literally been sat in my drafts for a month for I hope you all enjoy!

My requests are always open so feel free to send some :)

[blueishspace]

Hero, Villain God 59

(Prev) (Next) (First)

*Scar's pov*

You never really liked hospitals, they are empty and dull and white and you go there only when something bad happens... Never a pleasant experience, you of all people have bad memories of them...

This time It's really silent too, the association pulled all the steps to keep Grian far from other patients, maybe to prevent his identity being discovered by someone wandering around.

Cub stops you in front of the door right before you can enter.

"Before we go in, Altostratus and Ocean Queen don't know Cuteguy's identity"

You forgot about that, you didn't even consider it... you feel awful, you got distracted and- not the time, you'll feel bad later, you can just ask Grian what he wants to do...yeah.

Altostratus crosses his arms and rolls his eyes. "And?"

You are the one to speak up this time around. "A-and the choice to reveal his identity is still his" Your words get caught up on eachother a bit but they must understand what you are trying to say.

"So, I'm going with Cub to ask him if he wants to do it." That should be ok right?

Altostratus goes to say something but is shushed by his wife (You are still shocked about that and no, you will not let this go, how did no one notice??). She nods in his place and hits him the head slightly when he tries to protest...

You open the door and step in, there is a corridor in front of you and at the end of it is Grian's room, as you do you hear Ocean Queen call Altostratus a "Nincompoop" from behind the door...you have no idea what that means and at this point you don't think you even want to ask.

Grian is waiting for you, you don't really question how he knew you were coming, as far as you know he just has been waiting like that for hours... You hope he hasn't done that. Maybe he just heard you! That makes more sense! You didn't really care about the noise you made so he must have noticed when you and Cub came in.

"Scar! Cub! Finally!"

He's excited? You of course It's good that he's doing good of, that's the most important thing, butbyou didn't expect this from someone who just woke up from almost dying. You just don't know how to feel, you expected him to be angry or sad or something, more then that it feels like you don't deserve to see him so happy since he got hurt because of you being careless.

"You can't believe how bored I was! Here all alone ... waiting!"

He was...bored? The room is mostly empty except for some medical machine stuff, that does seem like it would be pretty boring. You are wondering if your thought about him waiting for you the whole time might actually be what happened- Wait, you need to say something, you are usually a lot better at talking over thinking.

"Well, eh...no time to be bored with me here. And I brought friends!"

Cub nods and adds "They are heroes...but still, seeing them would have you reveal their identity to them, Scar insisted we ask you first. I agree with him."

...

Grian looks thoughtful, this is probably a really big choice for him so you understand he might need some time to make the choice-

"Sounds good to me!"

Nevermind! That was a bit fast though, you hope he doesn't feel like he has too.

"Are you sure Grian? You can say no, no one is-"

"Nah! I'm sure, bring them in! I wanted to meet the others for a while now anyway."

Oh. Oh? Oh! Well, that's good news then Cub nods again and leaves to get the others... Hopefully they'll get along well.

...

Well this is weird, Altostratus and Grian are just staring at eachother. Like they know eachother already??? I mean, Altostratus is a top hero so it makes sense for Grian to know OF him but this feels different, like they met face to face.

But you would know if something like that happened right? Grian would have definitely told you. Cub beats you to it though, you aren't surprised he noticed it too, he's very smart about these things.

"Do you two know eachother already?"

The two answer at the same time, Grian with a no and Altostratus with a yes....Ok so, something strange is definitely going on here, you akwardly look between the two. For a second Grian looks actually angry???? Frustrated at least. You don't think you ever seen him make an expression like that, it disappears immediately but you can swear it was there.

. . . Huh

*End of Chapter 11*

[novvabee]

the day you post the next chapter of the marauders band au will be the day i cry happy tears

well let those tears flow baby, new chapter is here!!! some new faces as well 🎸

The Boys in the Band

word count: 3k

cw: swearing like once, really nothing else this one is a filler until the next chapter

You had never heard so many screams in your life. If it weren’t for your earpiece, you probably wouldn’t know what the fuck was going on. You got through your entire performance entirely by sheer adrenaline. 

These past few months had been a whirlwind. You went from performing in dive bars and opening for small artists to opening for the Emmeline Vance, the biggest pop star in the world. She has gone on five sold out world tours, has multiple number one albums, and has1 2 Ollivander Awards, the most prestigious and sought after award in all of the music industry. 

And she hand selected The Pixies to open for her on her UK leg of her newest world tour. You and the girls could not believe your luck, you were getting to play for thousands of screaming fans every week. These fans were of course there to see Emmeline, but the longer you toured with her, the more the fans learned all the words to your songs and were screaming them back at you. Some of the fans in the audience were there solely because The Pixies were there, and that was what amazed you and the girls. 

You had grown your fan base in this short time, and had gotten enough attention to land you in the spot you’re in now. 

“London, you have been absolutely amazing tonight!” you shouted into your pink microphone. You were met with screams and applause, enough to make your chest rumble with the sound. “We have one last song for you, then we can all enjoy some Emmeline!”

You chuckled as the sound grew impossibly louder, the crowd all adorned in bright colors, tassels and sparkles. Your kind of people.

“So, this last song is probably the one you’ll know, even if you don’t know who we are, you have definitely heard this song.” You said into the mic, trying to drown out the noise of the crowd as you made your way center stage. You caught a glimpse of yourself on the screen amplifying your image to the crowd and smiled. This, you could definitely get used to this, the crowd, the stage, the lights, the production of it all. Hell, there was even a VIP section in the front row. You made eye contact with a few actors and actresses that you had idolised for years, high fived a very famous socialite, and saw artists that you had listened to since you were a child scream your lyrics back at you. It was enthralling to say the least.

You placed yourself in the center of the stage where the screen could pick you up perfectly. Lily and Mary to each side of you, Marlene behind and elevated with her drum kit. All of you matching in pretty red dresses, reminiscent of 1950s swimwear. Though you all matched, you were all giving different vibes and made the dresses your own. You were styled in matching platform heels, Lily had a sheer red long sleeved bodysuit under, Mary had fishnets and black heels, and Marlene was of course in her pair of beat up converse and wore her ripped black tights. You all looked individualistic while obviously being a group.

“Although you may know this song, there is a little dance that goes along with it.” you said, screams erupting yet again, some people already understanding which song you were about to do next. “But the thing is, everyone has to do it or the song doesn’t work.” you said with fake sadness. Mary chuckled beside you.

“So, I’m gonna teach you all the dance now! Marlene, could you give us a beat?” you asked. The crowd’s volume was possibly the loudest it had been all night as Marlene started playing the beat of HOT TO GO! “Ok, ok, the dance goes something like this. H-O-T-T-O-G-O,” you said, using your arms to spell out the letters of HOT TO GO! then finished the dance with, “You can take me hot to go.”

You looked out into the crowd and the whole arena was moving. Every single body was doing your silly little dance and you couldn’t help the smile that grew on your face.

“Ok One more time! H-O-T-T-O-G-O, you can take me hot to go!” You instructed. Lily and Mary beside you, both helping show off the dance. Everyone seemed to pick up the dance fairly easily, but you couldn’t help but notice the front row not joining in. There were a few people who notably stood out because they weren’t doing the dance, and though you had a literal arena to focus on, somehow that held your attention. You made out about 10 VIPs in the front not dancing, and within this crowd, you clocked a few familiar faces.

It took you a moment to recognise where you knew these faces from, but you remembered, these were the boys from The Marauders. The one with long black hair was the one looking the most sulky and upset, and this irked you. Sure, you had only met them a few months ago, and you knew the history with James and Lily, well, you sort of knew, but you thought that they would at least support you, not sit VIP and look miserable and jealous while you were performing. You knew there was a little rivalry, both your bands being from the same town and all, but they had just as much, if not more, success than you girls, so why were they seeming so sour. This bothered you, probably more than it should have.

So you skipped your way all the way to the front of the stage.”It’s so weird that VIP thinks they’re way too cool to do this!” You announced to the crowd. You saw the shocked faces on some of the lame VIPs who weren't dancing, so you decided to address them directly. “You’re not fun!” You shouted then turned and skipped back to where your girls were starting the song. And nevermind, that was the loudest that the crowd was all night. You saw Lily double over with laughter, trying her best to keep it together and keep playing. Marlene’s mouth was hanging open and Mary gave you a wink of approval. “Do it or I’m calling you on stage.” you threw over your shoulder as one last jab.

You decided that the rest of the song you were going to perform for the back of house, where you could see that people were dancing and having a good time. 

I could be the one, or your new addiction It's all in my head but I want non-fiction I don't want the world, but I'll take this city

Who can blame a girl? Call me hot, not pretty Baby, do you like this beat? (Na-na-na-na, na) I made it so you'd dance with me (na-na-na-na, na) It's like a hundred 99 degrees (na-na-na-na, na) When you're doing it with me, doing it with me H-O-T-T-O-G-O Snap and clap and touch your toes Raise your hands, now body roll Dance it out, you're hot to go H-O-T-T-O-G-O Snap and clap and touch your toes Raise your hands, now body roll H-O-T-T-O-G-O

This is when the whole crowd erupted in the dance, hands and arms waving in the air everywhere. So many faces smiling back at you, everyone you could see having an amazing time.

H-O-T-T-O-G-O

You can take me hot to go H-O-T-T-O-G-O You can take me hot to go Well, I woke up alone staring at my ceiling I try not to care but it hurts my feelings You don't have to stare, come here, get with it No one's touched me there in a damn hot minute And baby, don't you like this beat? (Na-na, na-na-na) I made it so you'd sleep with me (na-na, na-na-na) It's like a hundred 99 degrees (na-na, na-na-na) When you're doing it with me, doing it with me

H-O-T-T-O-G-O Snap and clap and touch your toes Raise your hands, now body roll Dance it out, you're hot to go H-O-T-T-O-G-O Snap and clap and touch your toes Raise your hands, now body roll H-O-T-T-O-G-O H-O-T-T-O-G-O You can take me hot to go H-O-T-T-O-G-O You can take me hot to go

You walked to the front of the stage again, dancing your way and stopping to look straight to the back of house and make sure they were feeling the love as well. You saw so much glitter and so many colors flashing in the lights of the arena, the crowd looking like a rainbow colored night sky.

What's it take to get your number? What's it take to bring you home? Hurry up, it's time for supper, order up, I'm hot to go What's it take to get your number? Hurry up, it's getting cold Hurry up, it's time for supper, order up, I'm hot to go H-O-T-T-O-G-O You can take me hot to go (oh, yeah) H-O-T-T-O-G-O You can take me hot to go (hot to go) H-O-T-T-O-G-O You can take me hot to go (oh, yeah) H-O-T-T-O-G-O You can take me hot to go Whew, it's hot here, is anyone else hot? Whoo, you coming home with me?

you pointed to Sirius in the crowd, still sulking with his arms crossed in front of his body, his friends, James and Remus, looked at you shocked.

Okay, it's hot, I'll call the cab

The arena erupted yet again with screams and cheers. You took a moment to take it all in and savor the feeling. This is what you want to do for the rest of your life, not just opening, but headlining shows just like this one.

You and the girls gave your final bows and started to exit the stage. You and the girls waved and blew kisses as you made your way into the wings.

Once you were off the stage and fully out of view, you all hugged. The four of you giggling and squealing and jumping up and down like schoolgirls, but you didn’t care, you just played the biggest show of your life. You could feel your future shift at that moment. You knew that big things were on their way, everything you and the girls had worked for was going to come to fruition. 

“What was that about?” Marlene laughed, breaking away from the group hug and looking directly at you.

You smirked and blushed. “Look, it just made me mad, they were just standing there and looking so pissy,” you laughed. “I had to call them out a little.”

“You know who was in VIP?” Mary mused to Marlene. 

Marlene rolled her eyes as she said, “Marauders?”

“The Marauders.” Mary confirmed. 

Marlene chuckled and turned her gaze back to you. “Well then the outburst is validated.”

“I hope they’re not mad.” you admitted. You did feel slightly bad for them, calling them out in front of an entire arena full of people, potential fans of theirs.

“What?” Mary asked. “No, they deserved it. You know they’re jealous that we got this spot instead of them.”

“Well,�� Lily interjected, “We all know only one of them is pissy about it. Remus and James wouldn’t care and were probably enjoying the performance just fine. It’s Sirius ‘Bitchy’ Black.” she laughed. This caused you all to giggle.

“Still,” you said, “We should all be like a united front or something, you know. We're all from the same areas, we’re all up and coming. It couldn’t hurt to be friends with them.”

You couldn’t finish the conversation with the girls or hear what they had to say because Emmeline came up to you girls.

“Oh my God! That was amazing, girls!” she praised. She hugged you all individually and stood with you for a moment before she had to go out. “No joke, you have been the best openers I have ever had with me.”

You and the girls smiled and thanked her, your heart was pounding out of your chest. You still couldn’t believe she even knew who you were let alone that you just opened for her.

“Thanks for whipping VIP into shape, they were looking a little boring.” She winked at you. All of you girls giggled with her. The stage techs were giving her a ‘hurry up’ motion, signaling her to take her position on stage. “Anyways, I’ll see you after the show, thank you so much again. Love you girls.” She said in a rush as the house lights went down and the crowd began to roar and chant her name. She was whisked off to get into place.

You girls decided to head to the dressing room to change quickly so you could come back and watch the rest of Emmeline’s show. 

“I can’t wait to see what becomes of your little… outburst.” Marlene said from beside you, nudging you slightly. You stopped just short of your dressing room as you turned to her.

You rolled your eyes in response to her. “It was not an outburst,” you giggled, “and it is not that big of a deal.” you pulled open the door to the dressing room, about to usher the girls in as you heard an unfamiliar voice come from behind you.

“Actually, it can be.” You turned to catch a glimpse at where the voice came from. A small, platinum blonde girl stood just outside your dressing room, leaning on the brick wall of the hallway, not even looking your way, just twiddling with her fingers. She had the most interesting outfit on, ruffles and patterns, strange yet beautiful. She had the craziest glasses sitting atop her head, holding her blonde locks back; reminiscent of an owl's feathers, one eye glass blue and the other pink. Must be designer.

“Sorry?” Mary said from beside you, the whole group turning their attention to the strange blonde girl.

“She said it wouldn’t be that big of a deal. And it absolutely can be.” the blonde said, turning her attention finally to you four, her round eyes so piercing. She couldn’t just be a fan, the security wouldn’t allow her access this far, even with a VIP ticket. Either she is a crazed fan who snuck past security, in that case bravo to her, or she is someone important enough to be allowed back here. 

The four of you only stared back at her, not quite sure what to say.

“Pandora Rosier,” she introduced herself with a smile. Pretty name.

“Wait, you’re a Rosier?” Marlene asked. Pandora smiled and nodded. You three looked to Marlene for an explanation as to who this girl is and how she somehow knows of her. “Mr. Rosier is the manager for a bunch of different artists… a bunch of successful artists. She’s basically industry royalty.”

You all paid more attention to the blonde now, still standing and smiling at you. “I know that you were just being cheeky, that you were having fun on stage…,” She began, her voice airy and light. “But we all know how the media is. Especially when you offend some of the most popular musicians and actors in the game.”

Offend, you didn’t think of it like that at all. “Wait, no. I wasn’t trying to offend anyone, I was just-”

“Having fun?” Pandora cut you off. “Yes, we all know that, but the media loves to take the fun out of everything. Especially when it is young, talented women. I’ve seen it hundreds of times. The Daily Prophet is exceptionally keen on trampling the fun out of everything, making every small thing a scandal.” She explained. You began to feel a sinking feeling in your stomach. Did you actually offend anyone? Would the media actually write about something as small as this? Surely not, but what if…

“And what? If it does cause a scandal, then what?” Lily asked.

“Well, if you were to have a manager, they could be in communication with the media, you know, work with them on things they write about their clients.” Pandora said.

“Wait wait,” Mary interjected, “Are you trying to become… our manager?”

“You don’t have one, right?” Pandora asked, smiling yet again. That perfect, whimsical smile.

“We don’t,” you answered. “But, we’ve done just fine without one so far.” it was true, up until now, you and the girls worked your asses off to be where you are, hell, you booked this job without one.

“Of course you have!” Pandora said enthusiastically. “But think of what you could do with one. Record deals, albums, world tours. I can negotiate all of that for you.”

“But, why do you want to manage us?” Lily asked.

“Because I see something in you. You’re all destined for stardom. I’ve seen you perform, seen the crowds and the feeling that you bring. It’s like magic.” Pandora answered, a gleam in her big shiny eyes. 

“Say we agree, what do you want out of it?” Mary asked. “What’s the deal, you want like 20 percent or something?”

Pandora thought for a moment before saying, “Honestly, this isn’t about the money.” You four looked at each other, slightly bewildered. What was she after then? “I don’t need money really, my father has plenty of that. What I really want is success. What would you think about something like 5 percent.” 

“Pardon?” Marlene said.

“I want to help you get to the top. I want you to see the success you deserve. I have seen many artists in my life and none of them have made me feel like you four do.” the blonde explained. "You are a group of very talented girls, I don’t want to see that talent extinguished as I often have. This industry burns those who have it out, fast and hard. You four have something that I can’t quite put my finger on but… I think that you may be the first of a kind.”

Something about the way she was talking, it just felt genuine and… like she really meant that she wanted you all to succeed. 

“Well Pandora, you are definitely one of the most interesting people I have ever met,” Mary started, “but you seem to really believe in us.”

Marlene smiled and finished for her, “We would definitely love to have someone like you in our corner.” 

Pandora smiled back, that whimsical smile that you knew you would be seeing a lot more often now.

this was so long and not a lot happened but... stay tuned for the next chapter because I am planning something juicy.

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[tubbytarchia]

Really ill and deranged thoughts about Jimmy's Impossible Minecraft SMP Finale (regarding Grian and Joel):

Grian is SO nice to Jimmy that I'd go as far as to call it uncharacteristic. Not that he's never been like this but most times he's around Jimmy, he always makes some quips or causes him harm in some way. Yet not once within Jimmy's video does he do so (aside from when Joel started killing Jimmy and Grian joined in) even whilst spending half of it alone with him. While he doesn't view Jimmy as an object of desire like most other contributors, he still enforces the ecosystem to the point of taking Jimmy out by his own hand in Wild Life. This makes a lot of sense with the context of KOV to me, where he suffered as the runt of the group but he won't have to again as long as Jimmy retains that position instead. I don't doubt that he cares about Jimmy to some degree, but retaining that system seems ultimately more important to him when it becomes challenged. He looks out for himself first 9 out of 10 times

Here, he looks out for and encourages Jimmy. What hit me especially hard was the part during their last venture altogether, where everyone is preparing to go fight the dragon, but only Jimmy and Grian have an Elytra, so they fly off far ahead of the rest. Jimmy says he feels bad and Grian's immediate response is to deny it. There is something abundantly sweet about them flying together and teasing the rest of the group together, especially considering the avian headcanons often applied to them. And then them both also taking on an important task within the End fight as a result. Jimmy being trusted to to something important yknow. And no one commenting on that fact either, they just let him. hhh. Something to also say about it turning entirely self sacrificial since they decided that them blowing themselves up was the best way to get rid of the healing crystals. Hrrm. This battle btw is just kind of unironically awesome with Jimmy and Grian flying around whilst the others are taking shots from the ground

And Joel... grits my teeth

Joel and Jimmy just duking it out. Just beating the shit out of each other with no rhyme or reason. Is really therapeutic and I feel like they both really needed to get that out of their system. The way Joel kills him once and continues to go at him again after the respawn, which seems unfair but it feels mutual and Jimmy fucking honed in. And you guys have got to know by now how good he is when he hones in. You can feel the concentration as he takes one after another shot at Joel at impressive distance. Legitimately could not stop thinking about his MCC 3v1 Dodgebolt clutch man

It's such sudden tension as they focus in on each other and ignore whatever the hell they were supposed to be doing with the others in the first place, but it's so warranted considering their characters and their relationship. It happening in a much more light-hearted series with lower stakes is also perfect, especially with keep-inventory now enabled. They get to fight until they're content without any consequences, much different from the Life series where Joel's feelings surface (to his detriment) the most

Jimmy commenting "That's the first time I've killed Joel" makes me all at once sad, happy and confused. He already had a notable kill on Joel, whether or not Lizzie assisted him with it. I'd believed that the reason he was so deadset on killing Joel in Wild Life was to prove himself to him, or to himself, or both. Because Joel is important to him and he thinks highly of him. To kill Joel would be proving something, I think. And/or earning respect from the person whose opinions he values most. I can't fathom what other reason he could have possibly had. And then when he does get that kill, Jimmy immediately drops the act and they make up and become allies (as if they weren't already)

For Jimmy to call this his first kill instead means he doesn't recognize the WL one despite the importance he placed on it. It perplexes me greatly and I think this needs more analysis lol. That's why it also makes me sad because it's not at all uncommon for Jimmy to play himself down and dismiss his successes, but I'm also happy that he was feeling genuinely good about himself in that moment

And of course Lizzie contributing lol. Just as she did in Wild Life. And then Jimmy accidentally shooting her head on before honing back in on Joel

And then Jimmy kills him again at the very end after Joel started blasting everyone with his newly acquired dragon head weapon?? Nice. Healthy for them. Jimmy's needed to start killing people for awhile and I'm glad if he can get his fix via Joel. Joel deserves it anyway. It's no solution but it is something they needed I think

Edit: Need to note how easily flustered Joel becomes after becoming the target instead of Jimmy. Getting a taste of his own medicine. It is kind of distressing to watch because of reasons (Limited Life flashbacks) but within this context where he did ultimately and undeniably start it, it's much more warranted

There's also something symbolic to me about Joel trying to hit Jimmy again but failing before Jimmy takes off flying but also I'm crazy

[forgetme-eternally-blissfully]

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OOOHH my god I love this. The paranoia about silence? Listening for Brother's footsteps? The irrational, itching feeling that Brother is going to catch him. Whether that's escaping the tower or him being in an entirely different body... if it's Brother, maybe he can. Because it's Brother- maybe it's only a matter of when. It's GENIUS!!

We can go even further too- what if we give him a fear of heights? He isn't afraid of falling- he's afraid of not being able to get down. Of being trapped again. He could be nowhere near the edge and with open air all around him, but he'll still get claustrophobic. People wonder if it's irrational, or if he learned it from somewhere.

I also believe that Brother will definitely give him a good scare at some point. He asks for something like a knife- a knife that could cut hair, Brother thinks- and Brother grabs Cale's face and tells him that he's going to sever the tendons in Cale's ankles and cut open his heels if he asks for one more thing. Cale doesn't ask again. He can't seem to fall asleep that night, and Brother's voice is loud as it continually repeats in his mind.

I actually disagree that Cale would be particularly against Park Jin Tae! Though it could go either way because trauma isn't rational in the first place. For Park Jin Tae, he doesn't try to emotionally manipulate Kim Rok Soo, for one. He beats him up when he's out of line- but Brother never beat Cale. He did worse, sometimes. Cale would hate him, for sure, but Cale prefers biting words and fists to tenderness. Because tenderness is like Brother. Sweet as honeyed milk until it sours and curdles, leaving you so sick that you can't help but vomit then keep it inside, heaving even when it's all gone because it makes you sick.

Him being more familiar with KRS's world than his own is so sad- my heart- but you're right. Cale would sleep constantly, day and night. If he wasn't sleeping, he was distracting himself with books. He didn't care about the lights outside the window- he cared about KRS, who told him to hurry and come back so they could watch the firework show in his world together.

I actually had that thought about Cale's body being weak when I was making this idea!! Once they make the switch- in one way or the other- krs is weak. Especially with all the extra hair he has now. At first people see him as that classy, languid young master, who must be very well off to be so relaxed, but his friends start to get close and see that he's just exhausted. The first meeting with Choi Han is when krs is trying to lower himself down and can't hold onto his own hair. Choi Han... probably catches him. And catches all his hair with his face, too.

Your ideas are fucking AWESOME and thank you for sharing

Rapunzel AU!

Cale has been inside of the tower for his entire life. His hair is long, much longer than his brother's. His brother doesn't have a name. Cale knows they're brothers though- because they both have red hair, even if Brother has short hair and Cale does not.

Ever since Cale was 12, he'd been dreaming of a different world. He went to sleep and woke up as someone named Kim Roksu. This Kim Roksu was not in a similar situation as he was- Kim Roksu wandered the streets and ate food from the floor and hid in the small cabinet in his uncle's house. Kim Roksu was weak and strong.

Kim Roksu is a friend to Cale. When Cale wants to see the outside, he sleeps, and he dreams.

Kim Roksu figured out how to communicate with Cale after several years of simple body swapping.

Somehow, they are similar! They both agree that being trash is the best. Kim Roksu because it's easier being a bad person than a good person, and Cale because Brother won't let him be trashy and he wishes he could throw a fit without Brother punishing him.

"Your brother keeps you in a tower?" Roksu asks when he learns.

"Yeah. Is that weird?"

"Well, I don't know anyone who stays in a tower." Cale kicks a rock on the sidewalk with his barefoot, sending it skidding across the dirt road. "Ow, my toe." Roksu complains blandly.

Sharing a body, they also share the same sensations.

"You barely felt that and you know it."

"Shut up."

"You shut up." Cale retorts. He wants to say more, but he swallows those words and tucks them into his chest.

'The bruise over your eye hurts more but you don't complain about that.'

He bites his lip and looks down.

"Do you think," he asks quietly, "if I asked Brother to let me out, he would?"

Roksu, disembodied and floating over his body, frowns. "You haven't asked before?"

Cale smiles bitterly in Roksu's body. "... I did, once." After, Brother said he was going to be leaving for two weeks, and told Cale to ration his food well. Cale knew better than to think it was a coincidence. He didn't have Roksu yet. It was very lonely for a long time.

Roksu doesn't say anything.

"If," his voice trembles, "If I got out. If I left..."

"Cale." Roksu stops him. Cale winces, expecting to be reprimanded.

"You are trash. Trash does whatever they want, no matter what anyone says. If you want to leave, then leave." Roksu's translucent body floats over to stand in front of Cale. Sternly, he says, "Don't worry about useless things. Worry about making a plan and executing it."

Then, abruptly, Roksu turns and ignores him. Cale laughs and folds in half, a childish grin splitting his malnourished cheeks. How can someone be so blunt but so shy? Kim Roksu frowns, but it looks like a pout. Cale rubs away a tear and looks up at the back of his friend. No, the person who sometimes feels more like a brother to him than his real brother.

"And will you help me?"

Roksu rolls his eyes. "Don't ask something so obvious."

Cale smiles and looks down. "Right. Obvious, isn't it?"

Something like receiving help wasn't obvious to either of them. Yet, when it came to the two of them together, it was the most obvious thing in the world. It wasn't obvious with Brother, who he shared blood with. But Kim Roksu, who was abused and beaten down at every turn, chose to welcome a wandering soul into his body and share everything with him.

'You're the one who shouldn't want to be here,' Kim Roksu said when they first started talking and Cale asked why he didn't try to force Cale out. 'When you're in control, I can relax. Why would I want you to leave? That's so difficult.'

They learned that Kim Roksu really could force Cale out when his uncle kicked Cale, sending Kim Roksu's body sprawling onto the floor, then stomped on his arm so hard they heard a clear snap. For Cale it only hurt for a short moment. Roksu threw him out so fast you could imagine that he had practiced beforehand.

Every day and night, Cale slept to try and enter Roksu's body, check on him, share the pain, but Roksu kicked him out every time. It wasn't until four weeks later that Roksu let Cale back in.

Even that much pain was a lot for being four weeks after the incident, but while Cale was struggling to keep his cool, Roksu floated around him and spoke as if nothing was wrong. When Cale started sweating a few hours later Roksu kicked him out again.

'Don't be stubborn,' he said when Cale returned the next night. 'Just say that it hurts. If you still want to stay after you admit that it hurts then I won't kick you out.'

It was a very Kim Roksu thing to do.

"Brother," Cale asks one day at 15, impatiently brushing his hair. He gets scolded lightly, and Brother takes the brush from him. "I read in a book about something called a phone. Do you have one?"

Brother gives him a blank look. Then, as if it had been a lie, his expression changes into something kind and gentle. "Fone? Can you show me the book?"

Cale and Brother roughly root around in every book for anything like the so-called 'Fone,' coming up short.

"Maybe it was a dream," Cale excuses it like that, rubbing his neck. Brother looks at him, worried.

"It must have been. Get some rest, Cale." A kiss to the top of Cale's head, Brother hugs him and promises to bring him more paint. "I'll be gone for a few days this time. Do you want something?"

"Ah," Cale smiles, pressing his face into his Brothers neck to hide his face. "Could you bring me -------?" Brother freezes.

"... you-"

"I learned it from the books! This time I really did, Brother. Please?"

Slowly, Brother releases the tension in his body. "... If that's what you want. But you have to close the window if you're going to mess around with alcohol."

"Yes!" Cale jumps with joy. Then he suddenly runs to a bookshelf, changing the topic by talking about a book Brother brought to him last time. "-and I'd like to know if the sequel is out yet."

"I'll do that." Brother smiles. "You've been asking for more things recently, Cale." Brother settles a hand on his head, stroking his hair.

"It's because of my reliable older brother!" He grabs onto that hand, keeping it there, resembling a naive little brother who only has his role model in his eyes.

He sends his brother down the tower using his hair, and watches that spot of red disappear in the distance.

His face drops.

"... Bastard."

Cale turns on his foot. It's time to see Roksu.

[altruistic-meme]

doth thou hath Crumbs of Kevin to grace our dash? (i have the sadness, i believe this would be a great boon)

i wasn't sure what flavor crumbs you wanted but here are some crumbs of Kevin being a bit of a snarky asshole to Seth in (wit)jitp :]

and a bonus of Andrew calling him his friend

[dazais-guardian-angel]

Well, at least Fukuzawa got his wish granted, I guess.... he's finally inside Fukuchi <3

[luck-of-the-drawings]

AHAHAHH FINALLY ANOTHER NEW DOODLE PAGE. A COLLAGE OF OLD DOODLES, NEW DOODLES, DOODLES WITH MINIMUM EFFORT, AND DOODLES WITH ALOOOT OF EFFORT. SOME DRAWN ONA TABLET, MOST ON A MOUSE, BEEN IN MY WIPS FOR AGES JUST TTAAAAAKKEE IT BRO I CANT LOOK AT IT ANYMORE. ANYWAY HHEEELLLOOOOOO CHIPS GROWTH OVER 100 EPISODES CAN WE TALK ABOUT THAT?? BECAUSE I SURE WILL. IN MY TAGS.

[the-valiant-valkyrie]

does this make sense do you guys get this

[pedropascalito]

On top of my busted tailbone, I caught norovirus. I thought I might die. And in the midst of my puking, I had a dream I was making out with a handsome, successful actor. For reasons. I run a Pedro blog. I started the Pedro Reddit. I’ve been simping over him for years and years.

Did my brain choose Pedro?

It did not.

Sacrilege!

[whiterunguard]

If hes not a girl why does he wear a skirt..... Checkmate. imperial libberals .... HA!

[paperlovesadness]

Me seeing all the comments under Glasto-themed posts blaming Alex for being sick and calling off Dublin

I'm barely able to fold that knife though.... And I'm not trusting myself that it'll stay folded.

[gu6chan]

ouaaaaaghhh i've been on a bit of a pokemon binge lately......... i should crack open my old pokemon games and take a peek at my teams :,) i wish i still had my old copy of conquest and black 2 though............ :(

[sieglinde-freud]

rereading the cynthia inigo support and im like wow. forgot how cute they were. like ohymgod… what the fuck… EXCEPT THAT ONE LINE AT THE END but like still. wow. i should pair them sometime i forgot cynthia was my favorite vanilla game pairing for inigo for a reason…