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Dollar Bin #47:

Leonard Cohen's Songs of Love and Hate, Part 1

I have the, perhaps false, sense that I am the only person out there who loves this record.

Seems like, when it comes to Leonard Cohen, people either focus on his first two records, or they get all uppity and tortured about his 80's work, or they defend his devotion to a sexually abusive Zen master or they brag about the down-on-your-knees-charisma of his darkly dappled gentleman closure years.

And, if you hear anything whatsoever about Leonard's 70's output, it's sure to be focused on the perfect-for-its-gun-toting-storyline-and-sonic-awfulness Death of a Ladies Man or the towering greatness to be found in the evolution of Chelsea Hotel.

Plus, in the 90's, before Hallelujah became bizarrely ubiquitous (why, oh why, does an impossibly complex song with prominent sadomasochistic themes appear in Shrek and fill up summer camp songbooks? And why, oh why, did I once have to sit through an earnest rendition of the song by two children during an Episcopalian church service? Are Episcopalians into bondage? Is Venus in Furs in their hymnal?) Songs of Love and Hate was the Cohen record you were most likely to find in the dollar bin. That's definitely were I got mine.

All of Cohen's easily accessible hits packages keep up the myth that this record sucks. Famous Blue Raincoat alone gets the love, and, if there's another track from the record featured, it's likely the daunting snoozefest that is Last Year's Man.

Sure, like Cohen, I too enjoy waiting around for the creepy kids (who are now 60+ years old and are surely still in therapy about the whole thing) to show up and chant about how the lover will rise up and the mountains will touch the ground.

But I've never been to an orgy, nor do I ever want to go anywhere near one, so I don't know what it's like to lust after the shy one at such a gathering, thank you very much, especially if that shy one is an entire biblical town. How could an entire biblical town even attend an orgy anyway? Seems like that would take a lot of camels and effort. Wow, I'm getting creeped out just writing this paragraph.

But, before we move on from Last Year's Man, I've just got to say that any song which prominently places a Jew's harp alongside its protagonist is just weird - Cohen, unlike me, is Jewish so I trust him to say whatever the hell he wants about Judaism and, I suppose, Jew's harps.

But, even so: a Jew's harp is the dumbest and easiest to play instrument on earth; even I can play one. You just bite down on the thing and start boinging away. My childhood buddy Eric got one when we were in 8th grade and handed it me so that I could say I had an instrument to play in our "band." He was sick of hearing me search for the next chord.

Here's a portrait of me done at the time:

But I'm serious about Jew's harps: Kazoos are high art by comparison. So, I'm not real into calling a dumb instrument (which actually originated in China and has no relationship whatsoever to being Jewish) a Jew's harp. It's just weird. Whatever plan Cohen had with that portion of Last Year's Man is lost on me.

While we are are it, I think we should stop calling them Jew's harps altogether. After all, I'll bet Donald Trump is playing one right now and that jerk is not Jewish. Boing... he plays it, setting down his 6th Diet Coke to do so. Boing... he entones, all mellow with his own brand of racist, fascist and narcissistic satisfaction... Boing. Let's call Jew's harps Trump's harps from now on.

Anyway and finally: there's another reason no one pays attention to the greatness that is Songs of Love and Hate: it's the fundamentally rare artist who nails their third record. Tracy Chapman, Yo La Tengo, The Shins, Edie Brickel and, while we are at it, Jane Austen blew theirs (seriously, have you read Mansfield Park? I love it but I'm as weird as lyrics about Jew's harps and I'm guessing not a single person who ever reads this will have ever got through that slog of a book with its uppity protagonist who is morally and ethically opposed to stagecraft; then again my famous brother is probably thumbing through its pages as we speak); World Party, Paul Simon, Bob Dylan, Richard Thompson and Neil Young sidestepped through their second records; and Michael Penn, Graham Parsons and Jeff Magnum basically never made theirs. So I'll bet there are people out there who simply assume they should not give Leonard's third record a chance.

But! I'm here to tell you that Songs of Love and Hate sits beside Ladies of the Canyon, Armed Forces and Damn the Torpedoes in the pantheon of big deal third records. Indeed, it's so good that like Zuma and Trans before it we're gonna need to stretch thing out over multiple posts.

And so I'll tell you all about it, or start to do so anyway, asap in Part 2...

[pufflocks]

Hello again Zen! First I just wanna say that you don’t need to apologize about what happened to the other fic. If you ever feel like you wanna reattempt it, just tell me and I’ll send it again. This request is also smut like the last one and I hope that’s ok!

So Bakugou, known by the public as the pro hero Dynamight, has been having it tough at work the past 2 weeks. He knew that technically it was partly his fault. You see, Bakugou is in a secret relationship with one of Japan’s most mischievous villains. Y/n L/n. (Male Reader) Y/n was in reality not necessarily a villain. He was seen as one, but he had never actually killed anybody. He was more the type to steal, start some fights/trouble and occasionally blow up some place. He was more mischievous than evil. Though Bakugou knew that Y/n wasn’t as bad as everyone thought, and he knew that Y/n did love him. He just had a bit of history.. With that being said: Bakugou had been having it rough lately because his secret boyfriend had been at it like crazy. He also knew that Y/n was intentionally making things difficult for him. So when he was on his patrol and got an emergency signal about trouble just a few blocks away, boy was he ready to hunt Y/n down! Once he saw him he immediately chased him into an alleyway. Y/n had escaped and ran into an abandoned apartment. He thought he was safe. But when he turned around, he wasn’t so lucky. Shit.. Bakugou was ready to completely ravage and take out all of his frustrations on Y/n, as he had him trapped with nowhere to run.

This one could be considered Revenge/Angry S*x. It’s not non-con since Y/n clearly knew what he was in for, and Bakugou wouldn’t do anything incase Y/n seriously stopped him. The request was kinda long, sorry about that lol. If you don’t feel like writing it then it’s fine, and if you’d like to switch some things up then feel free to do so! Also, don’t feel rushed and take your time. Have a nice day/night! :>

Summary: I'm not a dark blogger, but this req is honestly too amazing. I will change some things as to not make it exactly dark though— And thank you for being patient with me and the recent incident. 💛

Warnings: NFSW • proof read • Aged up • mild angst{?}

Cast: Villian!M!Reader x Pro hero!Bakugou

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Y/N L/N. A name that was a hassle to spit out. Your name was spoke like a horrid sickness spreading west to east. All you were was some mildly lowlife starting cat fights on the streets of Japan. It usually happens at night, and that's also when you strike 24 hour open corner stores. Quite fun to be honest. Your skill being up to par of a spy since your original outing clothing you were seen with was mostly black. Your hair was dyed a certain way after a long past incident though, kinda making you stick out overall you camflouged into the night.

Your pro hero, hot headed, stress filled, boyfriend however, was gold spoon in it's prime. A pro hero who was rich with fame. Oh god he had it all in your eyes. You sometimes cried with tears of joyfulness just at the mere slick thought you were dating him. Not no female who just as good looking, like Creati. No, none of that. It's not like he would change that spite his efforts of frustration with your recent activities these part two years.

The streets are terrific to you for these two years though. Everything is nearly breakable and easily fixed with community money. You would think it was community money atleast. All is good since you made sure to leave your mark with explosives.

Hence your love and passion for your lover, you would smuggle cheap fireworks and set them off at random areas of the late hours. The most recent one being pulled off near a school and and anyone could imagine how the headlines went. The news was erratic with wow and terror of where the explosion even came from, who set it off. Little did they obviously not know —

It was pro hero, Katsuki Bakugous boyfriend.

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On to other things. Bakugou was in a meeting. Apparently he was being caught up with some warning of a manic villain roaming the streets and city alone.

"So what ?" The room was silent as all eyes transferred front to the back where he sat. Eye bags slightly visible of how stressed he really was after the news confirmed he was.

A co-worker of his, Kirishima raised his hand in apparent anxiousness. "Um", he coughed into his fist before speaking again. "Well, Bakubro he has been going at it for nearly 2 years. No one even know what he looks like, hell man." Starting to get his voice back he finally said, "We probably don't even know if he is a he !" The rooms tension was held up to a few more minutes before Bakugou just got up and walked out.

Another co-worker of his, Mina sparked up and said, "Where are you going !" Her words fell on deaf ears as he was already gone.

Heavy weighted footsteps of his boots were heard along the agency's hallways as people made sure to step out of his way. Grabbing his stuff most important for his next move being his car keys. His brain hurt of how fucking frustrating it is to be held back from work because of his delinquent boyfriend wants to treat the world as a damn playground. He couldn't take it! The stress and anxiety he kept for 2 years was just high enough for him to fuck one out. And he might just.

Just because those assholes didn't know where to find you, doesn't mean he can't. You were always close to a rundown apartment in an alleyway doctoring up a new firework of your own or anything remotely for distruction.

And there you were. In a damn corner completely unaware of the 6 foot presence behind you. Horny and exhausted was a nasty mix for anyone and Bakugou is a worse case as he grabbed you by your arm turning you around.

Alert entered your mind as you nearly, by a measly hair burnt him with a match you had. Why was here was all you could ask yourself, feeling his dramatic hot pants near your neck.

"Why-" No time for speaking when he was highly eager to ravage your ass. You knew how he was from time time since you've met him and because of this you have gotten the worst and the best of him. Sex and life alone was hot and dangerous between the both of you.

His lips marked yours up with a grunt of his own making it seem as if he was feasting on your chapped ones. The dryness making it sting sweetly only adding to the arousal you now felt for yourself. Kissing him. Him not taking his time as he will easily swallow his food without chewing.

"I'm fucking pissed." He snapped. This version of him was the only version you couldn't take. No type of convincing could make an outsider believe your actions to one another was not non consensual. His slightly bigger form compared to your own was trifling as it was pressed up to your chest.

After minutes of searching eachothers mouths with fever and rush he finally stripped himself from his pants. You caught a rare glimpse of how hard he really was. Now this was irritating you at this point. You were no sore loser, but if someone ever took something from you like candy it would easily be endgame.

"Stop fucking pouting. I just got out of a meeting early", he adjusted his position a bit. "To fuck your meddling ass." He closed the space between you two as his cologne and natural scenticked your senses. A shiver went down your spine like a fresh cold drop of sweat as you backed away into the corner. He followed that and smirked. You couldn't be serious.

"Turn around. I wanna see it." He huffed, impatiently. You obviously did what you were told. No time in making him even more pissed. He admired your obedience when it came to your relationship. Only if you could follow that up in turning yourself in. Sadly you were too prideful, probably why you both have an odd ball bond with eachother.

Like lightning your pants were down just like his as he slapped your ass with a strikingly heavy hand. Watching your arse slightly move was guilty enjoyment of his own.

"Ah !" You covered your mouth quickly in fear of his scolding. Number 1 rule of him when frustrated was that on all accounts. Don't. Fucking. Make. A. Peep. That reminder did not fail to make you turn back with pleading eyes with him looking back at you with pliant disbelief.

"Yer' really trying to fuckin' test me, yeah ?" He asked. Not loud how he usually is, but a lower octave with a nonchalant expression. He was tired. Tired of your prideful denial of going to jail. Tired of these late damn meetings at the agency. Tired of his parents calling him because he was doing this to himself. He was fucking exhausted of it all. His top tier was you especially.

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That's completely fine though. He can sex all of this out on his handsome villain boyfriend.

Y/N fucking L/N.

I hope this is fine, again I'm not a dark blog so if I wrote this along with the req it would get a bit dark. { I love dark blogs so it would be a whole series 💀. }

[anzanity]

Why did I have to be here?

It's the main thought that plagues your mind. You can't stand parties, the mingling of emotions makes you sick. And the sight of people who are no longer alive attached to some leaves you feeling worse.

If only your friend understood when you tried explaining it to her, you wouldn't be at this Inn where someone decided to throw a little party. The Inn keeper isn't to pleased by the sudden party starting. You can feel her upset emotions above many of the others.

"Y/n! Come here and meet people!" Your friend, Izie calls out.

You sigh and walk over. She's trying to get some random guy interested in you, but your attention is drawn by the sunset. It would be a beautiful sight if there wasn't so much going on.

"What's the point. She clearly doesn't care." The guy snaps suddenly, his anger hits you in a wave.

"I'm so sorry. I had no idea Y/n would be like this... why don't I get you a drink?" Izie says desperately.

The guy sighs and nods, the two walking off.

You take that as a chance to escape. The roof would be far enough away for you to think clearly, maybe even enjoy the view. So you start climbing the tree that the Inn is built around.

You're surprised when you see a guy sitting atop the roof, he looks shocked when you make eye contact. Knowing you wouldn't want to be bothered while up here yourself, you decided to find a spot in the tree to perch on.

"You. Come here." The man calls out quietly, almost like he is worried people will hear him other than yourself.

You look back to him confused, but the tone he carries and the look he has practically forces you to comply. And he easily takes note of how you stiffly stand and leap over to the rooftop.

He frowns some as you walk over, "How are you seeing me?"

You raise a brow, "You're a spirit? Great. Of course that would top off the day. I don't do favors anymore." You groan and turn away.

"If I were a ghost, anyone could see me. But I'm not, so how do you see me?" He snaps.

You stop and look to him, "It's a long story. If you're not a ghost, what are you?"

"It's a long story." His eyes squint, "I have time. Do you?"

You laugh bitterly, something else he notes easily, "I can see the parts of people that weren't let go of or can't let go of something, they are ghosts not many can see. I can feel people's emotions as well. My sight isn't limited to just people though. It's the elements and anything tied to the elements that I can see too. No matter the situation."

He looks surprised for just a moment, blink and you'd miss it. "How is that possible?"

"Family curse from what I could figure out. Not much on it and nobody to ask." You shrug and cross your arms, "I've given the short version of the answer to you, so will you answer me now?"

"I'm one of Liyue's adepti." He answers curtly.

You look disbelieving at him, "What's with the over all negative aura? Adepti are supposed to be peaceful and bring peace."

"Tch. You'll find none of us made it out of the Archon war without regrets." He comments idly.

"The adepti I know still has a sounder consciousness than you." You comment, the gasp, "That came out a lot worse than I ment it."

He shakes his head, "It's fine. But I want to understand more of your story. You said a family curse? Who is your family?"

You shrug, "I never learned of my family name or its history. Just had a single note left with me that was an apology." You start and sit down, "Apparently my mother didn't mean to have child, didn't mean to pass on the curse. So she left me to figure everything out on my own. I may only look twenty, but that was sixty years ago..." You sigh and look at the landscape.

You were right, the view here is much better then with all those people down below.

"Why are you here?" He asks.

You sigh, "Izie. She's a sweet girl. She thinks she can solve all the problems in the world. So she forces me to come out with her. Just don't have it in me to let her travel to far places alone. Too dangerous and she's too niave."

Your mind wanders as you look to him, he didn't even question your age. Guess that happens when you open up to an immortal.

When he doesn't answer you continue, "Normally I wouldn't do this honestly. I travel, help people along the way, and become a face they forget. But she is always in trouble... I felt like it was the right thing to do... One day she'll settle down, realize I haven't aged a day, call me cursed, and tell me to leave. That's the day she won't need my protection, so I'll leave."

"Would you mind if I asked you to stay here a while? I believe I can get answers to the questions you have." He says, almost gentle but still in a commanding tone.

You find yourself unable to say no, and that confuses you. So instead you shrug, "Izie wouldn't agree to that..."

"Tell her you are staying here with an old friend." He casually offers.

You sigh. "Fine. I'll let her know after this has all settled down." Your eyes dart along the heads of those visible from where you are sitting.

The next hour is spent in silence, listening to the people below go from enjoying themselves to saying their farewells.

You stand to go down, but turn, "I've realized I never caught your name."

"Xiao." He replies.

"Xiao..." You nod. Something inside of you seems to alight as the name leaves your lips, like you should have knows it all along. "I am Y/n."

He nods, though his attention is elsewhere suddenly.

You sigh and walk to the lip of the roof, before simply jumping down onto the terrace.

Izie runs up to you, "You've been up there this whole time?"

You nod, "I have. A old friend of mine was up there, so I sat and caught up with him some. I was planning on staying here a while..."

"YES. THIS IS NOT HOW I PLANNED IT BUT YES. Good for you!" She cheers excitedly. "I'll leave you to... catch up," She winks, "While I head back to the harbor."

"Iz. It's not like that..." You sigh, exhausted by her overly happy energy already.

"Sure. I'll see you when you get back to town. Or if you don't, I'll get why." She winks, "And I promise. No crazy adventures without backup. You've taught me well!" She giggles and turns, walking away with a wave.

"She is very hyper. How did you ever keep up with her?" Xiao's voice is right behind you.

You jump some and turn, "Jeez your quiet. And I rarely ever did. Mostly just kept a few paces behind and caught up if she needed help."

He nods, "A room is prepared for you. Get some rest and we will leave tomorrow."

"Where to?" You raise a brow.

"Someone who keeps tabs on everything in Liyue." He says casually.

A third adepti is what comes to your mind, so you shrug, "Why not now?"

"You don't need rest?" He questions.

"I can go for a few days before I have to sleep, as long as I am not in too many crowds." You shrug.

He nods, "Well our visit will be with someone who's preference is to not be bothered this late at night. It's the only time he gets to himself."

A sigh leaves your lips, "One more night after sixty years won't hurt."

He nods, looking at you purposely, though you can't fathom what it is on his mind. But before you can ask, you hear a scream from a ways from the balcony. You instantly jump off, the hight not bothering you a bit, and use the wind to propel you at a safe angle to the ground.

Xiao watches this in shock before following you.

You find Izie and that guy surrounded by hilichurls, so, without hesitation, you jump into action. "Stay out of the way!" You snap at the guy (who is holding them back from hurting Izie despite how heavily outnumbered he is).

Your sword and anemo powers have you darting around the creatures and taking them out without even a scratch being made on you.

Your shocked when Xiao joins in and the two of you fall into a fast paced synced fighting, since normally others fighting with you just slows you down.

As soon as the last one drops you turn to Izie and the guy, their fear is strong though the guy is more concerned it would seem. You never did manage to differentiate fear and concern, the adrenaline and mix of emotions made them rather similar.

Izie leaps at you hugging tight, "They came out of nowhere. At first it was just a couple... Zen was handling it... then more arrived... thank you..."

The guy, Zen, sighs, "I didn't expect that..."

Xiao's eyes narrow, "It's likely due to the sudden influx of people. Avoid large gathering like that out of the cities from now on."

Izie pulls back, "Is this your friend? It must be. I thought you were a strong fighter before but it seems you'd been holding back all along. And then the two of you together was incredible!"

"Thanks... You two should get back to Liyue soon. It's dangerous to be out for too long." You shrug it off, suddenly feeling exhausted.

"Right. I'll see you later, Y/n!" She smiles greatfully and turns to Zen.

As they walk away, you rub your forehead and sigh, turning back to the Inn.

Xiao looks at you, but you can't quite sense what he's feeling.

Come to think of it, he's only seemed to have the sense of turmoil about him this whole time. Even if his facial expression slightly changes to show another emotion, you just feel the turmoil. It's familiar to how you yourself feel most days.

And then there's the way you fought. You've never felt more at ease when having someone fight along side you, nor fallen into sync with them.

"Are you alright?" Xiao asks, having moved a few paces ahead.

"Yes. I think the energy from today finally caught up with me." You wave it off and start walking.

It doesn't take long for you to reach the Inn and head to your room where you easily find yourself falling asleep, like it was calling to you for the first time in a long time. You can't remember the last time you needed to sleep. Normally you do it just to ease the tension of all the interactions you had over the days.

Xiao can't help but to wander, the way you complied to his commands, this curse you have, and the way you seem to be attuned to the world in a familiar and similar way, what does it all mean? It seems like something he should remember, but he simply cannot remember it.

Smoke and fog surround you as fight your way through crowds of powerful beings. Flashes of all the elements blurs your vision as you flow through the targets of your wrath. You see Xiao and he says something to you, then you follow him to an area that's practically empty. Something strikes fear and grief in you, suddenly you don't see anyone around you. Then you feel like something pierces you.

You wake with a shallow gasp and jolt upright. This is the first dream you've had in decades, and by far the most confusing.

Your hand goes to your waist where you felt the sharp pierce, but nothing is wrong with it. A sigh escapes your lips as you stand and head out to the balcony.

It's quiet, and the sunrise is stunning. You find yourself lost in it.

"Would you care for anything this morning?" A young woman asks.

"I'm fine. Thank you." You comment, and she leaves. She had such a neutral energy, most of the staff here does for the most part. It was only during the party they seemed annoyed. Before it and after, they were serene. It's a unusual feeling, but you could get used to it.

You feel Xiao's emotions as he approaches, but stay silently facing the sunrise.

He sighs, "Not to interrupt, but are you ready?"

You nod, "Where to?"

"We will be meeting outside of Liyue Harbor." He says casually.

You look to him and nod, "At your lead."

He stops and looks to you, "Don't say that."

You nod, "I'm not sure where that came from. Apologies."

He nods and starts walking. You follow along, enjoying the views of the hike for the first time in a while.

Within a few hours you arrive to the cliff just before the gates of Liyue Harbor. You recognize the man, Zhongli, standing there. Your eyes squint I'm scrutiny.

Zhongli smiles at you, "You have indeed seen me many times over the decades. I too am interested in your secret. However, it pains me to say I doubt I'll be of use to your search."

Xiao sighs, "You mean to say you know nothing of her or this curse?"

Zhongli sighs, "I know of the curse, but nothing of use to you both. You'll be on your own to solve this."

Xiao looks away, annoyance coming through, "Is that a command or recommendation?"

"I have nothing of gain or loss to make this a contract. It will be up to you two to decide." He smiles lightly.

You finally step in, "Hang on. You." You look to Zhongli, "Your the Geo Archon, aren't you? That's the only explanation for you being young like this still. And Madam Ping is the only Aduptus that stays in Liyue."

"And why wouldn't I be someone like you?" He questions.

Xiao sighs, "We may technically have time on our side for this conversation, but I do have things to do."

Zhongli chuckles, "Of course. I will see you both in due time."

Xiao grabs your arm and teleports back to Wangsu Inn. You can feel how angered he is at the moment, so, when he let's go of you, you find yourself grabbing his arm. "Xiao."

"Not now." He snaps at you.

You sigh and let go, your mouth feeling unable to move.

He seems to notice how your grip drops and you instantly lose whatever fight you had, which only further angers him.

He sighs and jumps, before vanishing in a cloud of smoke.

The next coming decades are long and hard. You stayed at the Inn, traveling with Xiao on occasion to try to find answers. Over time You come to the conclusion that you simply could not defy him, no matter how much you wanted to. He felt guilty when you explained it, and his commanding tone changed with you. He began asking you if you would do thing, despite it sounding unusual for him to request it rather than demand it.

When the Traveler and Pimon arrived marked the start of a whirlwind that didn't end until the night that the Jade Palace was destroyed to save Liyue.

When they arrived looking for you in specific, you were genuinely confused (not that they could tell).

"Hey! Just the immortal we were looking for!" Pimon shouts.

"What for?" You raise a brow.

"Well, I was wondering what you thought of Xiao, if you trust him and such?" The Traveler asks.

You nod, "Is that something that needs questioned?"

"But how do you really feel about him?" Pimon asks.

You sigh, "I'd do anything for him... I care about him in every way possible... but why?"

They both smirk playfully, Pimon announcing happily, "The tension between the two of you has been driving us insane."

"How would telling you... he's behind me..." You mutter out and blush.

Xiao's voice is firm yet gentle, "Is that really how you feel?"

You turn to him and nod, "What about you..?"

He silently puts a hand in your hair and gently touches his forehead to yours, "I hardly think I need to say that I care for you in every way as well."

For a moment there's dim light around you both, memories returning in a flood of emotions.

Xiao and you stand in front of a god you'd been searching for on behalf of Morax. She had broken a deal she made, so the two of you were sent to kill her.

"You dare face me without your Archon present?" She sneers at you both.

Xiao and you silently charge her, dealing blow after blow in perfect synch.

Just as she drops to her knees, Morax arrives. Xiao and you stand side by side and nod to each other, knowing you did well.

She raises a hand at you both and shouts, "Your love thus far has been bathed in bloodshed. I curse you both to forget eachother, and the mortal shall live as the Yaksha does. Should she bare child to any other she will reincarnate into that child."

A bright burst of light encompasses Xiao and you, knocking you both unconscious.

Zhongli looks at her visibly upset.

She smirks, "Should you attempt to inform them of any of this, the mortal will age at sudden and perish. The memories shall return to the yaksha and he will bare the weight of her debts as well."

Zhongli traps her, piercing a spear through her.

Xiao and you pull apart abruptly as the memory fades, both sadness and joy in your expressions.

The Traveler and Pimon look confused at you both.

"It seems we were destined after all..." You smile soft, the memories of how you two used to talk about destiny now fresh in your thoughts again.

He shakes his head and sigh, "But does this mean you are mortal again..?"

Your hand goes to his cheek, "We will discover that over time. Let us just enjoy our time now..."

[cloud-breathing]

Oh! Ok!! Lets see. What are your headcanons about Zenitsu? (Or your favorite character. So far Zen and Tanjiro are tied for ultimate favorite for me)

AHHHHH ok ok!! I'm so glad you submitted an ask! Hopefully what I have in store suits your fancy haha

Without any further ado, let's get into it

Kimetsu no Yaiba (Demon Slayer) Headcanons ft. Zenitsu Agatsuma + Tengen Uzui

(I hope the addition of Tengen was ok)

! minor spoilers !

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Look, we all know that this boy is a big ol' fradey cat.

So much so that when Gramps got sick of his whining because he was scared to train, fight a demon, what have you, he had Zenitsu stay outside until he did what he needed to do

After that he still got scared (as we saw in the show) but he learned to do what he was told pretty quickly

As for the Nezuko situation...He tells Tanjiro that he should either bow his head in shame or commit seppuku as a way to apologize for not telling him that the demon he was carrying around was a cute girl

It's also rare that he shows another girl tons of affection, it doesn't matter if she's cute or not

Like, Nezuko is the one he wants, and he will yell NEZUKO-CHAN 24/7 if it means that he gets to be with her

(stan Zenitsu for liking Nezuko even when he knew she was a demon)

Demon Slayers fight in the dark all the time but,,, he's scared of the dark

Not a MOMENT goes by while on a mission that he doesn't wish he had a night light, a lamp, just SOMETHING

Cannot express how relieved homie was that the Tsuzumi demon mission was during the day (even if the mansion was dark af)

I think being his best friend would be a roller coaster ride

I honestly have no clue how Tanjiro and Inosuke put up with it

That and the fact that Sanemi hasn't chased him and told him to shut it

(Aoi probably has though)

When he busted the gourd after rehabilitation training, he tried SOOOOO hard to impress Nezuko with just that fact alone

Just a little theory of mine, I think he switches personalities when he wakes up and uses Thunder Breathing, but anyways,,,

Big ball of sunshine 10/10 would hug

I'm gonna start this one off by saying... TENGEN PLEASE LET ME BE YOUR FOURTH WIFE!,,, ok enough of that

He is sooo caring

Like, you'd expect him to forget things occasionally, accidently favor another wife over the others

NO

He is basically perfect where his marriage is involved

Straight, but an ally because I head canon his wives to be bi/pan

Everyone in the home has a closet to themselves, which are already MASSIVE, I mean like, apartment sized, but this man had TWO

It's because of all his flamboyant jewelry

You can't tell me that he doesn't keep colored contacts just for the heck of it

They make him feel snazzy

During the summer, sometimes he'll have picnics with his wives by a water fall near their home, so they'll always bring a watermelon or two

...

He breaks them open with his thighs

AND HE IS SO PROUD OF IT TOO

Makio, Suma, and Hinatsuru just sit there and clap while he folds his arms and admires his work with the dorkiest of grins on his face

He also tries on clothes that the girls have bought a few sizes too big on "accident"

Actually, he secretly likes it because, toxic masculinity, we don't know her

I would love to live in his household, I feel like it would be the most fun experience anyone could ever think of

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If you ever have anymore asks, my box is almost never closed haha

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[marshmallowprotection]

Relax

Pairing: Han Jumin/Main Character

Bio: You just need a moment... a second to breathe as the world passes you by. Jumin sees you and he gives you a chance to slow down and find yourself again.

For the Mystic Messenger Reverse Big Bang Project. @mysme-rbb

[Read on AO3]

[Check out my Partner’s half here.]

The party felt like it was… alive. 

There was just so much to do and so much to take care of that it was hard for you to function. You knew what was expected of you as the party coordinator but at the same time, this was out of your realm of comfort. You weren’t the kind of person who tended to go out of their way to be chatty.

You were just… 

You. 

Not that, that was a bad thing. It was just that you weren’t as outgoing and bubbly as someone like Rika had been. She seemed to be the center of attention no matter what and you had always been more of a wallflower if anything. You didn’t go out of your way for people unless you had the feeling that they needed help. 

The need to help others overwhelmingly made you do things for others beyond your limitations. It meant that you ran yourself ragged without meaning to and by the time that you knew that you were overloaded, it was already too late. Your skin would crawl and you would feel sick to your stomach for quite a while. 

It was the same old song and dance every day of your life when you were thrown into something you weren’t sure you were prepared for. This party, for example, you barely had any time to be able to get the wind of what you were meant to do and somehow it came together. 

It didn’t seem like you made any mistakes. 

But, you were physically far too aware of every detail that you’d made and nobody else had touched. You had just made your rounds over the party to check on everyone, mingling with the guests and trying to keep a smile on your face the entire time. It wasn’t easy, but you were doing the best that you could. 

What you didn’t realize was that it was increasingly obvious to the one person that had been around you the most lately that noticed that something was wrong. The dread that coiled in your gut was far too strong to ignore but you were trying to hide it, trying to make sure that this party turned out the way that it was supposed to. 

Breathing in deeply, you tried to disregard that cracking noise that came underneath it. It was always there whenever your anxiety flared and sometimes, it would be a warning that would be okay, and other times it was a warning that you needed to get away from everything. All of the lights and all of the sounds were just too much. 

Your skin crawled and hissed at you to step away as the overstimulation of your senses grew stronger and stronger. It was one of those feelings where you could be perfectly fine to those around you who didn’t know any better, but on the inside, you were trembling and shaking like a leaf in the breeze. 

You felt pathetic and still overwhelmed by something as small as a party when you knew how to handle it. You knew how to control these feelings and ground yourself, but it was just so hard to think clearly with the thumping of the music and the chattering voices in the back of the room. 

That’s why it surprised you when you felt a hand grasp at your wrist. You lifted your head to meet dark eyes and a gentle look. Jumin had appeared to you seemingly out of nowhere and nudged you in the direction of outside. You weren’t in any condition to decline his offer but anything to get you away from the buzzing sound was fine by you. 

Jumin led you out onto the balcony that overlooked the city, the sounds of the party now simply a distant hum against the sounds of the evening breeze and the occasional sound of cars driving by the building. The party was in a secluded and quiet little area of town so there weren’t a lot of people clattering about outside. 

You had never been this high up before nor had you had a view of the city like this. You let the buzzing feeling in the back of your mind rest where it was as you tried to find a distraction. You took a step forward and leaning over the edge to peer down at the world below. As quiet as it was, you could see things you never saw before. 

Not just glimmering lights, not just people living their lives, but feeling like nobody else could exist at this moment apart from the two of you. It was peaceful. It was what you wanted. It was a moment to breathe and find yourself when it felt like the rest of the world was collapsing around you so quickly. 

“I imagine it’s overwhelming to be in charge of something like this for the first time,” he said, leaning against the ledge next to you. “Are you doing alright? You haven’t taken a moment to catch your breath since you arrived.” 

“That’s very… astute, Jumin,” you said. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him just yet. It felt like that foreign feeling of wanting to cry was still there. You didn’t want to worry him for anything. “I expect no less from you, though. I’m… I’ll be okay. I just needed a minute to cool down.” 

Jumin didn’t have to take a hint. 

People were always joking and saying that he wasn’t emotionally mature and he didn’t know how to read into others, but he did. You knew that he did. For someone that everyone called a robot, he had always been checking in with you and making sure that you felt welcomed. 

Sure, it had been strange how you felt, but Jumin didn’t treat you differently because of it. He was ready to talk and converse with you about just about anything. He had a range of interests that could’ve made your head spin with how easily he could shift a conversation and talk to a person about anything. 

Even things that he may have just started learning about. Jumin was always learning, and in a way, you wanted to be more like that. You wanted to see what it was like to handle the room instead of running away from it when it got tough. It was something that you had been working on all your life but it wasn’t moving as fast as you wanted it to be.

“Take as much time as you need, then,” Jumin’s voice drew you away from your thoughts once again. “You’ve done the hard work of coordinating this event. You don’t have to handle this all on your own. That’s why we’re an organization.” 

“Funny you say that,” you felt a laugh come to your lips as you thought about all that Jumin had been doing for the party. Not even for the party, for everyone that was in the RFA. He had been making sure that everyone was safe from not only the hacker but from outside threats that they couldn’t account for. 

He was doing that without being prompted. 

His compassion knew no bounds. 

Jumin Han, if anyone, was the one that needed to know how much he was appreciated. He was even trying to help you right now instead of doing his tasks for the party. He was always the one that put his loved ones first and you could relate to that. It was just hard to imagine the sheer weight of it given the length Jumin went to.

It was above and beyond what you felt capable of yourself. 

That was when you turned to look at him, “It seems like you’ve been taking care of everything yourself, too. I think if anyone needs a break, it’s you, Jumin.” 

Jumin chuckled. He gave you that rare smile that made you feel like you were on cloud nine all over again. “How about we both take a break, then? I imagine they can handle things for a few minutes if we’re away.”

“I think that’s fair,” you smiled. Sliding your hand across the balcony, you bumped your palm against his and he looked down at where your fingers interlocked. It was a simple gesture but he returned it, holding your hand tightly within his own as if it was meant to be. “Thank you for saving me back there. I usually can handle it when it gets bad, but…” 

“It’s your first party. You want things to run smoothly,” he replied as if he had pulled the answer right from your mind. “I understand. There are things that we can control and things that we can not control. Don’t worry too hard about it. Thanks to your delicate care, things are going to turn out wonderful.” 

“Give yourself some credit, we wouldn’t have the party right now if now for how much you’ve been looking out for everyone.” 

“I suppose we both have to be a bit less modest, wouldn’t you say?” 

“Jumin Han,  modest ?” 

“Preposterous, right? I imagine Zen would have an interesting response to that.” 

“Hahaha… Jumin, you always know how to make me feel safe again.” 

You watched as Jumin stared back at the city lights and the skyline. He was lost in his thoughts but you were lost in him. If nothing else, you knew that you always had a safe place with Jumin and there would be nothing that could ever take that away from you. It was just what felt right to you and all you wanted to be. 

With Jumin, you would have a peaceful place to hide away from the world, and you knew from the way he held your hand, that he felt the same way about you. Smiling, you looked back into the party hall and then back to Jumin as the faint music began to play once again. You figured it was a good time as any to have a dance. 

And, the first man you wanted to share that with happened to be right there with you. 

You looked at him and watched as his deep eyes returned to you, “If I could be so bold, could I have a dance with you, Jumin?”

Jumin held your hand so tenderly and nodded. Thus began a dance shared between the two of you that stayed so sweet underneath those stars.  “Of course, you can. I was going to ask you myself but it appears you’ve beaten me to the punch. I admire that. You keep surprising me, and I can’t wait to see what else you can do.”

And so, you swayed against him and felt that feeling of peace wash over you. During a busy night with everyone on their toes, you would enjoy this moment of serenity with Jumin as you intended. Even if the world was tumbling around you, there would always be Jumin to fall back on when you needed support. 

No matter what. 

[thefuriousmagician]

There was a healthiness in Death and Life’s relationship, which was very evident considering how long its run was. Which was longer than most cosmic entities could challenge. Over the course of hundreds upon thousands of years, most of the times, immortal beings like them would get sick of each other. But not them. They found a system to their relationship, a means to hopefully never fall out of love as Death just thinking about living (as much as Death could live anyhow) without his lily of the desert made his old bones grind against each other in anxiety. And Life could barely conceive of an existence where her diamond of the rough wasn’t there. They fit together like two puzzle pieces. Probably because, in a way, they were. They were two pieces of a never ending cycle of death and rebirth, of course they fit.

Death stared off idly into the distance of his zen garden. Very rarely was his mind ever trampled with the uneasiness that he felt now within the walls of his personal comfort. It went so far as to make him sit in the recently raked sand, placing his zen rake across his lap and staring at the prongs of its head. He lifted his white pupils to stare at the large skulls situated in his garden, which he had raked circles around for eons. He swore he could hear the whispers of fate, with the way the sand barely moved and the wind of the Dead rippled through large skeletal teeth and jaws.

His existence was but a position. He knew this. He knew someday, somewhere, somehow, as unlikely as it was, he would die. He was not above the cycle he worked to abide to come and bite him in the butt. Admittedly, it would be hard for anyone to take his crown, but he was aware it could happen. Some other celestial being could come out of the woodwork and completely donk him.

And that was a possibility that he was having a huge thought about now. He was already at peace with that possibility of course, but that didn’t mean he didn’t get anxious about it.

He was about to stand and let his rake console him but then a voice spoke up behind him. A beautiful voice, doubled and wonderful. “Death.”

He turned his head to look back at his girlfriend and his anxieties were soothed as soon as he saw her. “Life...” he murmured, his voice ending in a soft sigh as she walked over, into his comfort space, his own garden, and she settled down next to him in the sand, the plants blooming at her feet cushioning her seat. Some of the plants tickled his legs and hands and he was glad for his gloves because truly, this was the only way he could feel any of Life’s blessings without bringing them Death.

He asked with a sheepish snort in his voice, “What’re you doin’ here, in this neck of the woods?”

Life smiled fondly, “Is it truly a crime to check on my babe?”

Death chuckled and looked down at his rake. He knew she was aware something was bothering him. He admitted, not one for hiding his emotions, “‘Ve just been thinkin’. ‘Bout uh...” He waved his hand thoughtfully, trying to find a word. “I guess death.” He barked out a sheepish laugh before he looked up at her.

She was listening intently. “I... ‘M jus’ thinkin’... What if some... Mm... Jus’ spitballin’ here, but lets say some young... celestial punk came ‘nd donked me. I uh... I dunno where I was going with this, I guess I’m just-”

“You’re nervous about the possibility,” she offered, giving him a soft look.

Death nodded, falling somber. “I-I already made my peace with it, as you have 'nd all the others, but... Glob, still scares me a little. To think it could, as unlikely as it is, happen.”

Life nodded softly in agreement, murmuring, “Yes... It is... frightening. But...” She turned to him and gently took his gloved hands in hers. “As you said, it’s unlikely. And even if it did happen... I’d wait to come to you again.”

He blinked up in surprise, “Now, hol’ on, we talked about-”

“I know, babe, I know, I’ll move on, but I’ll still wait for you.” She sighed tenderly, “You’re the best thing to ever happen to me. I can’t just let that go and never look back.”

Death smiled, shoulders falling with a playfully exasperated sigh, “And I will too.”

She smiled and leaned a serpentine head over to kiss the tip of his nasal bone. Flowers bloomed and then quickly wilted, as they always did. He nuzzled her back before he turned his attention back to his garden.

“Well, ‘m not done rakin’. Wanna rake with me?”

She chuckled standing up with him. “I would love to.”

[reifromrfa]

Our Love Story - Jumin x Sun Hi

Commissioned by @ramannnn​

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Congratulations to Jumin and Sun Hi for their baby~ ;) 

Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction using elements from the otome game Mystic Messenger which belong to and is created by Cheritz. I do not claim any ownership on the characters or world of Mystic Messenger.

Word count: 2,247 words

She lets out a contented sigh as he pulls her closer, cradling her to his chest. Sun-Hi nuzzles her face against her husband's skin, closing her eyes. This is perfect...everything is perfect. She doesn't know how she ended up here, in this man's loving arms, but she's not complaining or ungrateful --it's just sometimes, Sun-Hi feels like she's living in a fairy tale. How could she not, when she's lying in a bed on a private island in Cambodia, perched on the side of a mountainside surrounded by lush greenery and top-of-the-line furniture and appliances. When she opened the door to their room balcony earlier that day, she was greeted by an infinity pool overlooking the sea. Sun-Hi can hear the soft sounds of the waves crashing against the shore even at this hour of night, as she basked in the afterglow of their love-making.

When Jumin asked her to trust him to plan their honeymoon, she didn't at all expect anything like this; Sun-Hi is a simple girl, she never dreamed of anything this grand, though she should have anticipated her love would spare no expense for her. If she has to be honest, it can be a little intimidating to be surrounded by so much glamour --but she hopes Jumin knows she can live without any of those luxuries. The one thing Sun-Hi can't live without, though, is the man in her arms. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she plants a kiss on his chest and looks up at Jumin Han, smiling.

"I love you, Jumin."

A smile spreads across his face and he leans down, kissing her tenderly. "I love you too, Sun-Hi. Why don't you try to rest?" He draws nearer to her, planting kisses on her shoulder. Sun-Hi giggles and playfully pushes him away.

"Because you keep doing things like that!" She meets his lips for a kiss but pulls away when his hand moves down her waist to her bare thigh. Her cheeks flush and she covers her face shyly. "Jumin, my love...!"

He lets out a light laugh and pulls her closer to him again,  fingers trailing over her skin. Sun-Hi inhales sharply, her face beet red.

"At t-this rate, we'll have a dozen children!" she can't keep the stammer out of her words, the way he's touching her sending sparks throughout her body. Jumin lets out a low hum, pondering her words.

"A dozen children...that's quite a lot, my love. We'll have to come up with names, then."

Sun-Hi giggles and shifts her head, staring up at the ceiling. Tapping her chin with a finger thoughtfully, she narrows her eyes and racks her brain for names. "Hmm...I'm thinking, if we have a boy first, maybe we can name him 'So'. What do you think?" She looks at Jumin, gauging his expression. Jumin smiles, seeing his wife's expectant look. He intertwines his fingers with hers and pulls her hand up to his lips, kissing the back of her hand.

"I think that's a lovely name, Sun-Hi. And if it's a girl?" Jumin pushes away strands of her raven hair that fell over her face, wanting to have a full view of her face and that adorable expression as she thinks. When he sees a gleam come to her eyes he waits patiently for her response, not realizing that his smile grows wider based on her reactions.

"How about 'Yun'?" 

"Hmm." Jumin looks up at the ceiling, pretending to mull it over. "I think that's a lovely name, my love. But how do you feel about 'Elizabeth'?"

Sun-Hi's eyes widen and a laugh bubbles from her lips. 

"He's too adorable."

Out loud, she says, "Elizabeth would be a good name too, but wouldn't Elizabeth the 3rd get confused..? She'd think we'd be calling her."

Jumin chuckles softly. "You make an excellent point, my wife. Then we shall name our firstborn daughter 'Yun'." He kisses her forehead.

Sun-Hi beams. "But that's only two names so far. We still have ten more to go!" She's joking, of course, but she notices her husband's brows furrowing.

"Though I wouldn't mind it, I'd prefer not to have that much." Jumin locks his gray eyes with her dark brown ones, a serious expression on his face. "I don't want to have to compete for your attention and affection."

That makes Sun-Hi break out into a smile. She touches his cheek gently, gazing lovingly at the man who looks adorable and handsome despite the seriousness of his face. "Jumin, you don't have to compete with anyone, ever. You're my love, my husband, and all of me is yours now. You have me, every piece of me. You're the only one who runs through my mind all day --I see you in everything I do. It's just not possible anymore to be without you."

Her words make him feel as though his body is aflame, a pleasant warmth spreading throughout his being and Jumin closes the distance between them, capturing her soft lips in his. He pours his love and adoration into a passionate kiss, a kiss that allows him to express what mere words can't anymore.

"I love you, Sun-Hi. I wish I can find deeper words, more profound words to express my feelings for you but there are none. The depth of my love for you is incalculable, immeasurable. I love you, I love you..."

When he pulls away, he presses his forehead to hers, eyes closed, breathing labored. Jumin takes Sun-Hi's hand and places it on his chest, above his heart.

"My love, can you feel that? Only you make me feel this way. Only you make me feel as though I'm alive." 

Sun-Hi gasps, her own breathing coming out in pants. Her fingers press against his chest and she feels his strong, erratic heartbeat beating against her palm and Sun-Hi lets out something between a gasp, a sob and a laugh. Her feelings for this man overwhelm her and to know he feels the same causes a myriad of emotions to burst inside her. Tears prick her eyes and she laughs, kissing him lightly.

"Jumin, there's no one else I want but you. I can't wait to spend the rest of our lives together, with those important to us. And one day we'll start a family of our own...I want to do that, with you, my love. Only with you."

He rolls on top of her, supporting his weight as he leans down and continues kissing her, the sheets getting tangled around them. Sun-Hi wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him closer, then gasps as she feels his hand tracing the side of her body. Jumin doesn't stop though, and with her lips parted, his tongue finds hers.

With her heart beating hard against her chest, Sun-Hi feels herself grow warm and she moans from his kisses, hands moving on his body. Her eyes are closed as she relishes in the feelings and sensations this man ignites in her. She never thought she'd be able to experience a love such as this, but Jumin is adamant about proving her wrong by wrapping her in his love. Though Sun-Hi feels spoiled, she won't ever complain because she wants his love too, she wants his gaze on her, wants to be the one making him smile and laugh and seeing the adorable side he rarely shows others. Yes, in loving him she may have grown to be a little more selfish, but she knows in her heart that she won't love anyone like she loves the man in her arms right now --and she'll continue loving him, for the rest of their days.

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[707 has entered the chatroom]

Yoosung★: I'm really worried for Sun-Hi

Yoosung★: ToT

707: WHAT!707: WHAT HAPPENED??

ZEN: Sun-Hi's been feeling sick

ZEN: Man...I really wish we could go visit her

ZEN: But that stupid jerk said we can't 

ZEN: Not until they find out why she's feeling sick

Jaehee Kang: Mr. Han is only being cautious

Jaehee Kang: Though I do admit, I'm worried too

Jaehee Kang: He's been staying home with her for the past few days...

Yoosung★: ToT

Yoosung★: Sun-Hi, feel better soon!

707: What are

707: Her symptoms?

ZEN: I heard she's been throwing up?

Yoosung★: ToT

Yoosung★: Poor Sun-Hi

Yoosung★: I want to make her some soup

Yoosung★: But we can't even go see her ;;;;

Jaehee Kang: I'm sure Mr. Han has his nutritionists taking care of Sun-Hi's meals, Yoosung

Jaehee Kang: Don't worry about it

707: Lololol what Jaehee is saying

707: Is that

707: Your cooking

707: Can't compare to

707: The level of Jumin's personal chefs

707: And professional nutritionists

Yoosung★:  ;0; ;0; ;0;

Yoosung★: Jaehee, is that true?

ZEN: Lmao Jaehee roasted you by accident hahaha

[Jumin Han has entered the chatroom]

707: !!!!!!

707: Why!

707: If it isn't the man in question!

Jumin Han: Everyone, good evening.

Jumin Han: ?

Jumin Han: Man in question...?

ZEN: Ya, silver spoon

ZEN: How is Sun-Hi?

Jaehee Kang: I hope Sun-Hi is doing better.

Yoosung★: Jumin, will you let me give Sun-Hi some of my home-cooked meals ToT

[V has entered the chatroom]

V: Everyone, hello ^^

Jumin Han: V. Perfect timing, you're here as well.

V: Yes...I see everyone has been concerned for Sun-Hi. How is she, Jumin?

Jumin Han: Sun-Hi is doing better. Splendid, actually.

707: Did you cure her

707: With the power

707: Of

707: E V E R L A S T I N G   L O V E

707: ???

Jumin Han: Hmm. I suppose you can say that.

Jumin Han: My love for her is the root of all of this.

ZEN: ?!

Jaehee Kang: ...

707: O_O

707: JUMIN, THIS IS A PURE CHATROOM!

707: Gaaaaaahh my innocent eyes!

V: ^^;;

ZEN: Hold on

ZEN: What exactly are you saying, jerk?

Jumin Han: That Sun-Hi's 'illness' for the past few days is my doing.

ZEN: Why is illness in quotation marks ;;;;

707: Yoosung cover your eyes!

Yoosung★: >:( Jumin, it's your fault she felt bad?? 

Jumin Han: Yes. Yes it is.

V: Jumin...

Jaehee Kang: ;;; Mr. Han, I don't think that's something to be proud about...

[Sun-Hi has entered the chatroom]

Yoosung★: Sun-Hi! You're HERE!

Yoosung★: ToT

Yoosung★: ToT

Sun-Hi: Hello, everyone ^^

ZEN: Ya, Sun-Hi, did this jerk hurt you??

707: >_< I don't think these people are from earth

707: weewooweewooweewooooooooo

Jaehee Kang: Sun-Hi, it's nice to see you here again

Jumin Han: My love.

Jumin Han: Now that everyone is here, I think it's time we tell everyone the news.

ZEN: News???

Jaehee Kang: !

Sun-Hi: ^^ Yes, I think so too, Jumin.

Sun-Hi: So...the past few days, I haven't been feeling too well

Sun-Hi: But it's okay

Sun-Hi: Because instead of me being sick...

Sun-Hi: It turns out

Sun-Hi: Jumin and I are expecting ^^

ZEN: !!!!

707: !!!!!

Jaehee Kang: That..!

V: Haha, congratulations, Sun-Hi and Jumin ^^

V: Though I have to say, I'm not too surprised about this news...

V: But still, I'm excited 

V: We will have a new member in our family :)

Yoosung★: Whoaaaaaaa a BABY! Sun-Hi is pregnant! 

Jaehee Kang: Congratulations to both of you! This is wonderful!

Yoosung★: Congfgfra!

Yoosung★: CONGRATS!!!!! Omg, my fingers are shaking

Yoosung★: This is so COOL!

ZEN: Congratulations, Sun-Hi!

ZEN: But ya...JUMIN HAN

ZEN: Did you really have to say all that stuff up there??

ZEN: About this being your fault?!

V: Hahaha.

ZEN: Really...this JERK...

Jumin Han: Of course it's my fault. It should be mine and mine alone.

V: Haha Jumin, you're too cute

Sun-Hi: He is <3

V: I would come over with a glass of champagne, but now you won't be able to drink, Sun-Hi ^^

Yoosung★: A baby! I'll teach the baby all about LOLOL! I'll be the cool uncle! XD

707: WRONG!

707: Who else would be cooler

707: Than the Defender of Justice himself?!

ZEN: Not this again

707: And that

707: Is

Jaehee Kang: ;;;;

707: ME!

707: SEVEN!

707: ZERO!

707: SEVEN!

707: A man who slept in the freezer

707: The definition

707: Of COOL!

707: I'll be the coolest uncle hehe

ZEN: Sure, go ahead, fight for that title

ZEN: I'll be the most handsome uncle 

Jaehee Kang: There's never been any doubt about that ^^

V: Haha I'm sure all of you would make great uncles and aunt to the baby 

Sun-Hi: And you too, V ^^

V: Haha of course

V: You must let me take photos of the baby

Sun-Hi: Omg yes please!

707: Before photographs

707: We need to discuss THE MOST IMPORTANT THING

Yoosung★: What is it?

707: Who will be

707: the fairy godfather~?

Sun-Hi: Haha, I was actually of you, Seven~

707: OoO!

ZEN: Sun-Hi, you should reconsider...

Jumin arches his brow at his wife questioningly and Sun-Hi giggles. 

Jumin Han: V is the best option, of course.

Yoosung★: Hey! What about me?? I'm the cool uncle ;n;

V: Haha, there can be more than one godparent, of course...

Sun-Hi lays her head on Jumin's shoulder, a content smile on her face as her hand goes to her belly.  Jumin pulls her closer, kissing the top of her head. This is another chapter to their love story, a chapter that Jumin is most eager to read. But he knows their story has barely just begun, they still have many chapters to write together. And he'll be here by her side, holding her hand as they write each word --together.

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♡Mysme Fluff Day 2: Sick SO♡

Characters: Yoosung, Jaehee, Vanderwood

Summary: How the members take care of sick MC, whether it's super silly to super practical. ~

YOOSUNG-

He was just about wake up for class when he felt something so hot beside him.

He touches your head to feel you burning up and starts to panic.

He falls out of bed trying to get to his phone, he always calls his mom for help when hes sick so she'll know what to do.

He starts off by putting a cold damp towel on your forehead.

He frantically starts to cook a pot of soup for you which unfortunately get messed up a bit. It's the thought that counts though-

Mrs. Kim saves the day bringing you some of her cure-all soup and soothing tea blends.

Yoosung ends up spending all day with you in bed instead of going to class even though you assure him that you're fine.

He tries to cheer you up more, attempting to make you laugh with funny videos or stupid jokes.

You humor him since he's being too cute

Hes so happy that he gets to take care of you since you're always the one looking out for him.

He ends up falling asleep with you, he really is like an adorable puppy isn't he♡

Guess who's sick tomorrow. c:

JAEHEE-

Poor jaehee shes over worked and exhausted but if you're sick, you better believe she'll come to the rescue.

When she hears that you're sick she picks up some veggie soup at her favorite market along with some yummy snacks.

She comes over promptly and being careful not to touch many of your things as to not spread any germs.

Zen DVD marathon, because zen cleanses all!

She helps you get anything you may need but also making sure to keep her distance. She cant afford a sick day with her work piling up.

She stays to keep you company for a while she's one of the best friends you've ever had.

You honestly feel so grateful for having her in your life because you know how packed her schedule is but she's always willing to be there for you.

She offers to stay as long as you want but you know you couldn't keep her longer.

She's in desperate need of a break!

She lends you some of her zen DVDs on the condition that you kindly disinfect them for her.

VANDERWOOD-

Vandy is a neat freak and most likely a germaphobe so looking at you he can already tell something is wrong.

He takes the necessary precautions to make sure he doesn't get sick so in turn you don't get sick again.

He puts on a mask before going to take your temperature, yup a fever.

He washes his hands before going into the kitchen to cook some homemade chicken noodle soup, ugh it tastes amazing.

He checks up on you while he's cooking and comes in to give you some medicine to help you recover faster.

Did someone call a doctor? Lol

He isn't a doctor but being an agent gave him all the skills he needed to survive on his own.

He rarely gets sick but when he does it's over pretty quickly with how well he treats himself.

Once ready he feeds you the soup carefully since you were too weak to feed yourself. Or were you?

Watching him take care of you didn't look half bad either, who wouldn't want to get treated by such a handsome man.

By the end of the night you feel almost completely back to normal from the care and treatment he'd given you.

He insists on cleaning and disinfecting the entire house just to be on the safe side, right?

@mmfluffweek

[apenapaperandadoofus]

ooh maybe bouncing off the last anon— but how about an MC that runs a twitch and speed runs/streams games (either for a livi or hobby) ? Ooh you better bet they can go on 10+ hour runs.

Oh yeah that’s awesome!

RFA with an MC that streams on twitch:

Zen:

Ohhh he thinks it’s really cool and he fully supports you!

Sometimes he’d join in for some games, like just dance or a singing one

And it helps a lot cuz he brings lots of other people too!

Si you both have like a huge following

He will make sure you aren’t overworking yourself tho!

Also 10+ hour streams with him is a no-no he won’t let you pfttt

The games you play with him are mostly dating simulators, those are great

Yoosung:

UHHH GAMER COUPLE?!

When he finds out he is so excited

You both are the cutest couple ever lmao

Everyone likes Yoosung’s reactions, and they love your commentary too!

Also you both are just vibing

You will both do 10+ hour streams, trust me

Then one of you will get sick and the other one will nag them

But they won’t change anything pft

Also you both play LOLOL the most

And one time you tried playing cup head in multiplayer but that didn’t work out and you had never seen Yoosung so mad in his whole life

He was like an angry chihuahua lmao

Jaehee:

She doesn’t really like to appear on your streams

bUT she loves watching you behind the cameras.

She will think you look so adorable when you get mad because you lost, or how excited you get when you unlock something new

She will be the one who brings you snacks and drinks in the middle of the stream

She doesn’t really like you going 10+ hours, but she gets that it’s something you really enjoy

Sometimes the audience will want to see her, and on some rare occasions she will make an appearance

Also, one time you decided to do something different and do a little cooking tutorial and everyone fell in love with the both of you, especially when Jaehee helped you clean some flour that was on your lips

Jumin:

Omg it’s amazing

He knows that you really enjoy doing it and he will buy you the most expensive set up ever

You can’t deny it, he will give you E V E R Y T H I N G

Sometimes you ask him to be on the streams and he agrees, when he’s not busy

And it’s the best thing ever

Just, seeing you scream at the game while Jumin is sitting there with a poker face

Also he always struggles with the controls and everyone thinks it’s adorable

The audience really likes it when you stream together

The games you play are pretty chill ones, since Jumin does have a bit of a hard time with the controls and everything

He likes RPG’s because of the design and because they’re pretty simple

He doesn’t mind playing the horror ones, but he mostly likes the one that have a really deep story.

Saeyoung:

Chaotic energy

That’s all

The audience adores Saeyoung so much

One time you invited him to play for a bit with you

And ever since then he’s been accompanying you for every stream

You both play horror games

And it’s great because you will both get so scared

Honestly, your streams are just the two of you either shouting or making jokes that’s all

Also Saeyoung will purposely do the opposite of what the game wants him to do

(He has a bit of an energy like CallMeKevin he’s a great YouTuber pft)

Saeran one time appeared

He didn’t really like to be seen

But he wanted to play this one game and he just kicked Saeyoung’s ass it was great

[otomeamethyst]

RFA, dealing with a bratty mc!

This was meant to be more on the non sexual side of brats, but knowing me there isss..

Suggested nsfw!

Saeyoung Choi (707)

It was a day were 707 had a lot of free time so he was in the kitchen, snacking on a, holy shit, a real meal!

You were sat beside him, eating aswell, slightly leaned into him as. Once you both finished you chatted for a while

But he had to go back to work, and safe to say you didn’t want that.

“Okay baby I’ll see you in a bit” he said as he stood up but was stopped by you grabbing his arm quickly, whimpering.

“Mc, I have to go..it’s my job” he tugged back and began leaving yet you jumped up and stood in front of him, latching into him.

A low chuckle left his mouth as you basically attatched yourself to him. “Baby stayyyy” you whined

“I really wish I could, but it’s important work princess” he said, attempting to push you off yet you let out a grumble.

“Cmon mc, off” he said, becoming more serious, you stayed attatched to him.

“Mc, don’t start with this brat mood, I need to work” you looked up at him, giving puppy eyes. “Please stay, get vandy to do the work”

He raised a brow “no mc, I’m being serious come on, get off” he straightened up, not hugging you back making you ever more annoyed.

You leaned into his chest and whined, shaking your head. “I can’t have you doing this, I could get fired” he said, now trying to make you move with guilt tripping.

“Awh poor baby~” you teased and looked up at him, his brow simply raised before lifting you off the ground.

“You know what your getting yourself into brat?”

...

Hyun ryu (zen)

He was upstairs rehearsing lines while you sat downstairs watching one of his musicals, smiling to yourself.

Although, you missed his warmth and narcissistic comments that he usually made while watching this with you.

Sighing, you slowly stood up and strolled upstairs, going into the bedroom, hearing his beautiful voice.

You smiled, walking over and looking up at him with a pouty face that just screamed ‘attention’

But he didn’t budge, too focused, with a huff you tugged on his arm gently causing him to glance at you and shake his head, carrying on.

A light whine left your mouth, shaking him slightly causing him to sigh and stop.

“Jagiya~ can’t you see I’m busy” he showed his script and nudged you off, about to carry on until he Saw in the corner of his eyes, you crossing your arms and shaking your head.

A grumble left his mouth “jagi, go watch tv I need to get this done, I mean it”

You stayed put, raising a brow as if it was almost a challenge to you.

“Mc, out. Now.” He literally ordered, pointing at the door, his own brow raising.

Once again you stayed put, causing him to clench his fists and take a breath “fine, stand there” he shrugged and carried on.

A long whine left your mouth, you honestly though you would win that, slowly walking over to him, leaning into his ear.

“But Zenny~ I miss you...” your hand trailed down his arm “I miss the beast”

“You son of a-“

We all know what happened next

Jumin Han

It was one of those days, you weren’t in the mood, simply just wanting your boyfriend to be with you.

Yet he wasn’t in his usual soft boy mood he only showed you, like usual. He was acting like he was at work, speaking more formally and being strict.

No one was around, but sometimes this guy wasn’t feeling the whole affection thing which is crazy to think but true.

However, you can’t accept that so you go into your shared bedroom where he sat, on the edge of his bed, on his phone, presumably in the chatroom.

You scuttered over, sitting behind him, he was wearing his usual suit but without a blazer. Slowly your hands reached around his shoulders but he shrugged you off, huffing you stood up.

As you walked around to him, looking down at him, he looked up and raised a brow before going back onto his phone.

“Juminnn~” you whined, shaking him gently and he just let out a ‘mm..huh, mhm’. “Jumin” you tugged on his tie causing his eyes to dart up at you “I’m busy mc”

Your eyes widened, m-mc...he usual called you kitten, baby, princess, anything but your real name, he was a sucker for pet names.

You crossed your arms “but I’m bored”

“And I’m busy, go hang out with jaehee”

Is he serious “but I wanna hang out with you!” You stomped your foot, yes stomped your foot, with a pout.

He watched and put his phone down, pinching the bridge of his nose with his pointer and middle finger.

You stomped again, a whine leaving your mouth.

“Mc, that is childish”

Another stomp

“Mc” he mumbled through gritted teeth, taking a breathe “I’m busy, get out”

It was rare he got rough with you, but you know if you kept bothering him he’d give in.

“But jumin I want to hang out with you~” you played with his tie, keeping an angry face.

He looked up at you “three...”

You raised a brow in confusion

“Two..”

Oh shit he’s counting down, gotta blast

“One” he snickered, patting his lap “you know not to be bratty with me kitten”

.....

Yoosung Kim

You guys were sitting on the couch, yet he was just texting seven the whole time, nudging you off every time you attempted to cuddle so he could text.

Eventually you got sick and snuggled into his arm, yet he just groaned, pushing you off gently.

“Mc, sevens offering me hbc I can’t leave this”

“Yoosungie~ I can get you honey buddah chips too yano” you huffed out and he glanced at you, rolling his eyes before looking away.

Your eyes widened, watching him stand up and begin his exit to the 2nd floor causing you to jump up, dropping beside him, latching onto his leg.

“Please stay, I don’t want to be alone~” you looked up at him from his shin, pouting.

He looked down at you “mc, off I need to go get my wallet”

“But yoosungggggg” you whined and he sighed

“Mc, I’m being serious” although that didn’t last for long, he just ended up giving in and letting you cuddle him all the way to sevens because this boy is a fkn softie

Jaehee Kang

She had came home stressed from jumin giving her more dumb cat projects, so you gave her some space

But, mc needs her love. So you decided you would go up to your shared bedroom to get a cuddle or two.

When you walked in you saw he watching one of zens musicals, lying in bed, her shirt unbuttoned and a tired face.

“Jae-baby~ you okay?” You slowly walked over, she just groaned and leaned back with a sigh.

A light giggle left your mouth as you walked over, standing in front of her. “Jaeheee” you huffed yet she just looked at you before looking back at the tv

“Don’t give zen more attention than meeee” you whined, now becoming needy.

“Mc I’m tired..” she sighed

“Then I’ll cuddle you!”

“No mc, I’m not in the mood”

“But-“

“No”

You stood, unhappy as you watched her shake her head. A whimper left your mouth as you pouted at her.

“Gah, come here” she opened her arms, she was soft for you, she couldn’t stay mad for longer than an hour or so at tops

[deadwhereistand]

Posting My Dream Journal

- I am in a light house on the edge of a cliff with some girl that I "know". It is raining and the waves are crashing against the side of the light house where there is a porthole so we see the waves. During this storm the lights go out but it is still bright enough for us to see and move around. We go from the porthole back down the hall where it connects into a house. We are in the living/kitchen area (open floor concept). We are about to go down the stairs into the bedroom and rest of the house area when she makes a comment about how this drawer isn't shutting. Before I have ignored this, because i have had this dream before, and usually she will follow me down the stairs. This last time, for whatever reason, I told her she says this every time. And that every time I'm here it's like that. Even the FREEZER door is like that. We spend what feel like 30 minutes trying to get these things to close. We finally head down stairs and as we head down the stairs I start to wake up. (Last update 3/24)

- I have this reaccuring dream, I call it reaccuring but it is always a different person and different conversation but it always end the same. I begin in the white void. It is to endless to call a room but so welcoming to really say a void because a void sounds in its name uneasy and lonely.

I'm in this white void, and as I look around I find a relative or loved one who has passed away. At first, I am unsure of who they are but they begging to walk towards me. The closer they get the more real they become, I can feel them, I can touch them. We talk about anything, usually how life is going or in rare circumstances when I see my mom or grandma we embrace and we cry. We talk about all the things they missed out on and what's been going on and I tell them I miss them so much. This is when I feel the most zen, and i dont use that word lightly, when this happens it's the happiest I have been in the longest time I could remember. It's also the only time I think I have cried in a dream. But all dreams must come to an end and all these dreams no matter who is in them always end the same. "....It's not your time." Their eyes lock with mine and become clearer then ever. My warm feeling turns cold. They repeat, "It's not your time."

I finally wake up in a jolting motion almost to a full sit up.

*A list of people who have appeared* (Mom, Grandma, Paul, Aunt Lena, Grandpa)

- I have been continuously being woken up by the screaming of my grandpa. In the middle of the night, if I am a sleep or not, I can hear him yell. "Tinnnnaaaa" "Jaccoooob" maybe it's because I don't want him gone. Maybe it's because I don't want to believe he is gone. Or maybe in some sick way, i want to be needed again.

- New dream. I am at a park playing basketball and my aunt Cathy borrowed my jeep. She returns saying it was destroyed in a fire. I beggin to cry. I am now at home. I am talking to Erin and Johnny about what we are going to do about some crime I am involved in. The school, based of the show community, is trying to frame me for a murder of some kind and the dean is trying to frame me. People avoid talking to me to not get involved. I start to cry again. We find the dean down by the train tack paying a junkie for what we assume is part of him framing me. Johnny doesn't let me beat him there. I am now back at home in the garage but its looks different and is empty. But I am hearing this weird scratching noise. Eventually I look up and it is a cat that jumps down at me from the ceiling. I wake up. What I find weird about this dream is the crying seemed so real. Like I was actually crying. I could feel it

5/18 My dreams were in Spanish. I was hanging out with a lot of different people, Patrick, Erin, Jonathan, and some rocky people.. I don't know what people were saying but everything was in Spanish.

10/2 Last night I had a dream that life was normal, no more covid. No more fear. I had a life and I felt bliss. I felt like a weight was lifted off my shoulders. I wake up and feel almost broken and weighed down by every thing

11/19 Last night I had a dream where jessie, dad, and myself started walking around the house in vista. In every window grandpa was sitting in a chair. Once we made it fully around the house I asked if anyone else saw grandpa in each room. They said yes so we went inside to check. Dad went to one grandpa in a chair I went to another. We both touched the grandpas at the same time. Both jumped up but the one near dad turned into my cousin Alfonso. Grandpa near me began to fall towards Alfonso and Alfonso side stepped him and grandpa face planted it on the ground. He then got up and started falling backwards towards dad but dad couldn't catch him and he bashed his head on the ground. Then I woke up.

5/28 Last night I had a dream I had lumps under my arm. I went to my step mom and we decided to cut my arm a little to pull things out. Stuff coming out was watches, keys, etc.

It was the whole dream but it was weird.

8/7 Last night I had a dream where my friend Tyler Jones were hanging out and had a medical emergency and I had to give cpr. She didn't make it and I had to talk to her family and talk to them about her passing.

[kirishwima]

oooo, what about... hcs on how MC treats the various members when they’re sick and vice versa if you’re up for it!!!!

oh i really like this! especially since im a little sick today too lol

YOOSUNG:

* When he’s sick, he’ll complain about it A Lot 

* He’s just a grumpy little bean, walking around with a blanket over his head and shoulders, probably with a thermometer stuck in his mouth for extra Drama ((yoosung bby that’s-that’s now how u use thermometers))

* He’ll love it if MC takes care of him, taking his temperature, bringing him tea in bed or cooking a warm meal for him

* Even though he loves to be pampered, he’d really try his best so MC won’t catch his cold-he’ll berely even look their way, even holding his breath when MC is near his face to e.g. put a compress on his forehead

* When MC is sick, his caretaker switch is instantly flipped 

* He loves to take care of his loved ones, and so he might feel a little guilty excitement to be the one to take care of MC in their time of need

* Will make delicious hecking soup, or even call his mom for some housewife flu remedies

* He’ll feel especially guilty if MC caught the cold from him-will double up his pampering ante and refuse to let MC even take a single step out of the bed

* He’ll personally call their work/uni to let them know MC’s sick, and will spend the day by their side no matter what

*He’s just a sweet caring baby :’)

ZEN:

* Also a Big. B I G drama queen when sick

* Zen: *sneezes*  Zen: This is it. This is how I die. Goodbye cruel world

* He very rarely gets sick thanks to his good genes and self-care, so when he does it feels like the end of the world for him

* If MC tries to care for him, he’ll appreciate it but will refuse their help at first, worried that they’ll catch his cold

* Will eventually accept the help though, especially if his cold worsens/if he develops a fever e.t.c

* The first time MC takes care of him when he’s sick, he might actually cry; he hasn’t had someone care for him like that ever since he left home, and even then he never experienced this gentleness, the way MC cradles his face when placing a cold compress to his forehead or how they hold his hand tight to comfort him

* He simply appreciates their presence really

* If MC is sick, he’s immediatly tackling them to the bed, turning them into a burrito of clothes and blankets as he dashes into the kitchen to make them some warm tea with honey

* Might actually be a liiiittle extreme with his care-no Zen, no one needs 5 spoons of honey in their tea nor a whole box of vitamin C to get over their cold. Yes, they’ll be fine even without wearing 25 layers of pyjamas

* MC will probably have to calm him down and reassure him they’re fine, they’ve been through the common cold a dozen times and it’ll pass

* He’ll be happy to care for them whichever way they need him to though

JAEHEE:

* Baehee does NOT get colds.

* She refuses to!!

* What you heard was definitely not a sneeze. It was just. Uhhh. It was just allergies. Yup, that’s all it was.

* It takes a lot to convince her that yes, Jaehee, you do have the flu, and yes you need to rest

* The fussiest patient ever really

* Even with a burning fever she’ll refuse to stay in bed, dazily trying to get ready for work regardless of her condition

* MC please tie this girl to the bed (no, not in a kinky way, more like a please-stay-there-and-get-better sorta way)

* When she eventually gives up and allows MC to take care of her, she’ll feel really guilty about it-Jaehee’s so used to being self-efficient, that she’s never really had someone care this much for her

* She appreciates it, but is also scared-for her having someone care this much for you is both a blessing and a curse, and it’ll take her a long time to learn to accept help when she needs it

* If MC is sick however, she’s immediatly running to the pharmacy for vitamins and cold medicine

* She won’t fuss too much over MC-it’s something she herself hates, so she doesn’t want to make MC feel overwhelmed either.

* Instead she’ll discreetly push MC to go home earlier from work, will leave all the necessary medicine on the bedside table, make some tea and soup for the both of them, e.t.c

* If she knows MC likes to be pampered, she’ll be more bold with her care, cuddling MC and placing her cool hands onto MC’s forehead for comfort (i hc that Jaehee always has really cold hands and feet lol)

JUMIN:

* Similarly to Jaehee, he’s not used to getting colds

* He has his own personal doctor, nutritionist, everything needed to be in perfect health pretty much

* It’s more likely that, after getting the yearly flu shot, he develops a few flu-like symptoms for a few days as it often happens with the influenza shot

* He tries to muscle through the symptoms, but when he starts coughing midway through a meeting, he decides to take the day off and go home to rest instead

* He’s very attuned to his body-if he feels unwell, then that’s that, and he’ll simply wait for his body to recover to its natural state

* MC is probably a bit shocked at first-they’ll try to offer Jumin some help, to go get him some medicine or cook something for him, but he’ll refuse, saying his doctor has already given him all the necessary medications and that he can just call the chef to make them both something appropriate for the winter weather

* If MC tells him that they’d rather cook something for him because ‘a meal made with love will make the cold go away faster’, then he’ll simply tell the chef to take the day off, and lounge in the kitchen as he fondly watches MC make him a heartwarming soup

* He’ll indulge a little if MC lets him-will tell them to feed him, smirking at the blush that spreads on their cheeks. He’ll raise a brow and tease them, asking if they should help him shower as well, laughing at their wide eyes at the suggestion (not that he’d mind it *wink wonk*)

* If MC is the one sick however, then hoo boy, all hell will break loose

* The penthouse is effectively in quarantine-he’ll call the best doctors he knows of to examine them, will tell Jaehee that he won’t be coming into work and remain by MC’s side at all times until MC is back in full health

* Jumin: “I’ve called the best doctors I know, you’re in good hands MC”  MC: “That’s literally a cardiologist and a diabetologist, Jumin that’s like asking an architect to engineer an airplane?! pls tell these poor ppl to go back home”

* He’s absoloutely one to overreact, and it’ll take a LOT to convince him to calm down and simply let MC rest

* He’ll actually try and cook for MC-nothing fancy, maybe just some rice porridge or noodle soup, and it might taste a bit weird, but he’ll be happy if MC eats even a little bit of it

* Just wants to take care of his SO, even if he doesn’t really know how to

SEVEN:

* Wait i thought idiots don’t catch colds-

* He is definitely one to catch a cold in the summer

* One moment he’s fine and memeing like usual, the next he’s laid down on the couch, sweating and coughing like there’s no tomorrow

* He’s not used to actually having someone around to care for him, and getting sick as a kid...well, it was essentially a death sentence, so he’s gotten used to hiding his symptoms as best as possible

* It’ll actually take a while for MC to notice he’s sick-they might hear him discreetly cough while trying to talk, notice he looks more tired than usual, little things that point out that he’s not in the best shape

* He won’t push MC away if they try to take care of him, but he’ll be really confused-he deadass NEVER had anyone do this for him, and he doesn’t really know what’s happening

* “Wait MC why are you pulling me to bed I’m not really in the mood for-”   “SHUT UP AND LET ME NURSE YOU BACK TO HEALTH YOU BID NERD”

* Will crack nurse jokes at any and all opprotunities (will try and get MC to wear his nurse cosplay outfit ofc)

* In all honestly, his heart will swell with love when he looks up to see MC’s worried face, how they’ll place a hand on his forehead or feed him medicine and a warm meal that isn’t honey buddha chips

* He feels guilty but at the same time so happy-he never thought he could ever have this, and he does, and he’s so scared that they’ll slip right through his fingers-with the boldness that the delerium of fever allows him, he’ll hold MC close to him, not caring wether they’ll catch his cold or not, simply grateful for their presence beside him

* If MC gets sick....good luck lmao

* He wants to take care of them, he just...has no clue how to lol

* Will put honey buddha chips in the microwave and hope it works

* Nah I’m just kidding-he’s used to taking care of Saeran as kids, so he more or less knows what to do-he will however have to ask Yoosung if he can come over and help him cook since he’s hopeless in that regard

V/JIHYUN:

* V actually has a pretty weak immune system-not immunocompromised per say, but he’s just more vulnerable to the winter cold is all

* He’s used to getting sick and knows the drill-go to the pharmacy, get some meds, stay in bed for a day or two, then back to daily life it is

* Rika...never really took much care of him. It’s probably not only because she didn’t try to, but also because he’s used to doing his best to not worry anyone; whatever burden there is to carry, he’ll try and carry it alone, always

* Well, MC is here now and they ain’t about to let that happen

* V will try and undermine his flu at first, but MC will insist, will tug this big lanky boy into bed and cover him in blankets, make him some warm tea with milk and honey and stay beside him as he drinks it, rubbing soothing circles in his back if he starts coughing/sneezing

* Unused to such affection, he’ll probably be shocked and flustered at first, but will appreciate the care nontheless

* Can’t wait to get healthy again so he can pepper MC’s face with kisses and take them on a well-deserved date, as a thank you for taking care of him

* If MC gets sick, his nursing mode is ON. 

* This boy is a caregiver by design-he loves to pamper his loved ones, loves to be there and caring for them as much as possible 

* If MC has a cough, he’ll cook up one of his mother’s remedies-a cup of warm red wine with honey and lemon (it soothes the throat instantly, 10/10 guaranteed)

* He’ll quietly stay besides them as they sleep the cold off, reading a book and frequently checking their temperature, placing lukewarm compresses to their forehead (only after placing a quick kiss of course)

* Hates to see his MC sick, but loves to care for them, can you see the predicament poor spicy mint is in

hi im soph and im here to remind you to get your yearly flu vaccine when possible! the yearly flu is no joke and actually kills thousands per year, so please take care of yourselves and your loved ones

-send me mystic messenger headcanons/scenarios for the characters to react to!-

[beevean]

Sonic and speed: are we misunderstanding them?

This article was originally written in Spanish by @latin-dr-robotnik​ on his blog - you can read it here!

Today on SHP, I’d like to bring attention to a topic that I keep noticing being discussed everywhere (especially now during quarantine), and that somehow worries me: are we misunderstanding Sonic and his characteristic speed?

During these last few weeks there has been a new, relatively unusual explosion of videos and comments on the Internet regarding Sonic and, relevant for today, what is the best game or the best level. The simplest reason has to be the lockdown we’re going through, and which is leaving us with more time to play or think about those games we want to play, or never will. On the other hand, the most cynical side of me believes that this boom of Sonic-related content is because Game Apologist’s video about S3&K and Sonic in general was so popular, it sparked the “interest” of other creators (the video itself is great, and I elaborated my opinions on it here). Whatever the case, there is a greater discussion about Sonic going on right now, and I feel like it’s not directed where it should be.

Before starting: there are a bunch of videos that helped me shape a good part of the opinions I’m going to explain today. You don’t need to watch all of them, and they’re not mandatory to fully understand this article, but if after reading it you’re left wanting for more, or you’d like to hear different options, I’d recommend you watch these:

1.     Sonic and Speed (Errant Signal)

2.     The First Levels of Sonic Games (Super Bunnyhop)

3.     SONIC the HEDGEHOG: How Level Design Can Break a Game (Broken Base Gaming)

4.     How Sonic Mania Makes a Level (RelaxAlax)

5.     City Escape is Peak Sonic Game Design (ZoomZike)

6.     Lost Valley Is Not Peak Sonic Game Design (ZoomZike)

What is the problem?

In a series as big and ever-changing as Sonic’s, there is a wide repertory of formulas and possible answers to the question “how to design a game?”. In some cases we’re still looking for an answer, in others we’re looking for alternatives (I talked not too long ago about the accessibility of Sonic Mania and 2D Sonic in general – Spanish only!), and most of the time, the answer has already been given in the past.

This looking for answers in the past has taken us in many directions, like constantly looking back to Sonic Adventure to solve the great enigma that is 3D Sonic; but I’d add that the recent retrospectives about Sonic and its first 2D games have raised some criticism and questions that, while valid, end up muddling a formula that has proven itself to be effective and crucial in the design of everything related to Sonic.

What really worried me is the criticism about Sonic’s speed and the levels that are considered “slow”, and we’re going to delve into this.

The basic Principles of Sonic

Speed. Platforming. Exploration. These are Sonic’s basic Principles and have always been, from its beginning until today. These three concepts are at the core of not just the level design, but the games themselves as well. The best levels in the series know how to balance these aspects, and the best games are those that can keep a balanced flow, preventing the game from going too fast, and losing its exciting component along the way, or from going too slow and becoming boring, causing the player to lose interest. Naturally, in these games there have to be all sorts  of levels: faster, more relaxed, more open and more labyrinthine, all coexisting in harmony and without going too far in one direction. Ignoring these Principles puts the quality of the levels at risk, and even our understanding of the character.

I would have put my own examples here, but just before starting to write this section I got some wonderful ones from Beevean. If you don’t remember her, she helped a lot with the article about the music of Classic Sonic, and I already warned her that if she kept posting examples this good, I would have had no choice but to feature her again. The discussion started from this post, and she says:

If you approach Sonic thinking its only characteristic is “gotta go fast”, the game you’re gonna get is Advance 2. The very flat, boring, “there’s no way to put normal obstacles in these levels so we’re gonna throw bottomless pits at the player until they get sick of them” Advance 2.

Some fast levels can be awful - Stardust Speedway is a disaster from a level design standpoint and the whole level seems to work against you. Some slow levels can be super fun - you rarely run in Lava Reef and you spend most of the time dodging obstables, but that doesn’t stop it from being one of the most beloved levels in S3&K. There’s no arbitrary reason that separates “good” levels from “bad” levels, it’s an amalgamation of many factors - plus of course your personal enjoyment.

And in her tags (because we both include more information in our tags than in our posts) she adds:

The levels that are widely considered bad usually put too much focus on one of the factors you mentioned.

Marble Zone is too slow and linear.

Luminous Forest is too fast and linear.

The Doom and Lost Impact are too labyrinthine.

And so on.

My personal example is Sonic Mania and its progression during the mid-game, from Flying Battery to Mirage Saloon:

Flying Battery is a long level, filled to the brim with speed and emotions, especially during Act 2. After beating the boss, the player is likely going to feeling exhausted after being thrown left and right, and so…

The following level is Press Garden. Act 1 is a relatively closed and relaxed level, but still moving at a reasonable pace. If the player is familiar with the level they can finish it quickly, but they still can take their time appreciating the view of the printing and the machinery of the zone. Act 2 enhances this, with an absolutely lovely view and an active but still relaxed flow…

Then there’s Stardust Speedway, which is divided into two completely opposite acts. Act 1 is a relatively fast level, but very relaxed and almost a Zen-like experience when the player lets himself be carried away by the starry night sky, and with a relative absence of lights or discomfort on the screen (enemies and obstacles aside). Act 2 is the other way around, a largely colorful, explosive, fast level (to the point that I, anything but a speedrunner, managed to finish the level in 31 seconds, 2:10 minutes if you include the fight with Metal Sonic), culminating in one of the longest, most intense bosses in the game that marks the halfway point of the adventure…

After such an exciting journey, the next level is Hydrocity, once again split in half with a calmer, more exploration-oriented Act 1, and an Act 2 that, similarly to the original level, is one of the most adrenaline-filled water levels in the series. The boss is intense as well, but verging on being tedious and not nearly as fast as the level itself…

And finally, Mirage Saloon. Every version of Act 1, regardless of the quality, are there to set up Act 2, a largely open, fast-paced level.

In short, the Mania experience is made of peaks and valleys of emotions and adrenaline, keeping the game to a reasonable pace and with a good dose of speed, exploration and platforming. The player can break the flow anytime to look for Giant Rings and other hidden goodies, and that doesn’t ruin the charm of the level. In the same way, the faster levels require the player to be familiar with them and to know how to platform to get the best results, without giving you free speed like it’s not worth it (looking at you, Advance 2).

Even the worst levels have the chance to redeem themselves, like for example Labyrinth Zone in the “Misfit Pack” Mania mod.

 Breaking the Principles.

When a level or a game breaks the balance for too long, it might become too easy (the infamous “hold right to win”), too boring (the most common argument against Sonic 1 because of levels like Marble Zone and Labyrinth Zone), or too obtuse (the criticism against Sonic CD). The key word is “for too long”, as Beevean already explained how levels that prioritize one thing over the others can still be considered good stages by the majority of the fandom (example: Lava Reef, and I’d add Spring Yard and Final Egg).

As I said before, Mania shows us how there are levels that prioritize certain aspects, but only for a few minutes at a time. Mirage Saloon Act 1 for Sonic and Tails may be a slow, boring level, but it’s only 3 minutes long in a game that lasts 2-4 hours. Same goes for Carnival Night Act 2, a long, tedious level, but that is still a 4-9 minutes long interval before getting back on track with Ice Cap and Launch Base.

3D Sonic is a much more complicated situation, as every game has its pros and cons. Adventure 1 is one of the games that experiments the most with the Principles in a 3D plane, but it breaks the flow of the stages with the plot and hubs worlds to explore (which are pretty divisive even to this day; for the record, on this blog we’re pro hubs). Adventure 2 gets rid of the time-wasting hubs but each character focuses on one Principle at the time: Sonic and Shadow focus almost exclusively on speed with some platforming, Tails and Eggman on action and platforming, and Knuckles and Rouge are all about exploration (and RNG…). Sonic Unleashed does pretty much the same, just reintroducing the hub worlds, while Sonic Generations is at its core a balanced mix of speed, platforming and exploring (plus a much smaller hub between levels), and… well, I think I made myself clear. 3D Sonic is a mess of ideas that orbit around the fundamental Principles, but that for some reason are never kept consistent between games.

Going back to utterly breaking the Principles, there’s one level above all that destroys every one of those extremes, never taking the middle road and without worrying at all about what players might think of it. This level is…

Eggmanland

If Sonic Mania is a clear example of a relatively balanced flow, in its mid-game at least, Eggmanland may be the biggest example of what happens when each and every one of the Principles is taken to its extremes. Let me explain:

Speed: Eggmanland can be both too fast for the player to react, between QTE and super quick jumps that may lead to your death if you’re not fast enough (and you rarely will), or too slow of a slog to navigate (the long Werehog sections).

Platforming: Eggmanland can have too much tricky precision platforming, made even harder due to a lack of a drop shade (the second Werehog section is infamous for this), or it can throw stretches where you do almost nothing but hold X and maybe go through a QTE, which if failed lead to your death once again; at worst you have to wait, which sends us back to our previous point.

Exploration: Eggmanland can be a giant, confusing labyrinth (there is no shortage of stories of player getting lost in this behemoth of a level), and at the same time it can have some long linear room to room progression, separated by doors about as fast as Big the Cat.

I should say that, despite all of this, I love Eggmanland a lot, and same goes for Beevean; but this is something that has to do with what we mentioned before, personal preference. From a technical standpoint, and according to many players, Eggmanland is an absolute nightmare.

Are we misunderstanding Sonic?

Going back to the central topic of this article, I believe that I put enough emphasis on the importance of balance in Sonic, so let’s go back to the previous question: what is the problem?

In short, I disagree with the voices that call for redirecting Sonic towards “fast”, adrenaline-filled stages. These people, with their own retrospective, are doing some sort of revisionism with Sonic levels, automatically branding levels that aren’t as fast as others as “bad”. We’re ignoring the true value of platforming and exploring the levels, and the perception of the character is at risk.

Like Beevean said, looking at Sonic just as “gotta go fast” is, plain and simple, absurd. Sonic is much more than this restless teenager that, just like that movie with the bus, if he doesn’t run at speeds higher than 90 mph his heart will stop. Yes, going fast is a big part of his initial appealing and his way of life (“My stories only end when I stop running”); but when Sonic’s speed is brought up in these discussions, the rest of what makes the character is left outside: how much he admires nature and how much he likes to take a rest every now and then before the next adventure. Sonic OVA, Sonic Adventure, Sonic X and even Sonic Lost World’s ending show that Sonic is not just speed, but also rest, curiosity, exploration. There are even cases where the journey and the friends and memories made along the way are much more important than the destiny itself (Sonic Heroes, Sonic Unleashed), and on several occasions it’s been shown as an actual weakness of the character the fact that he would act recklessly and under the influence of the fateful “gotta go fast”. This aspect of Sonic’s attitude might probably be product of the aggressive marketing campaigns this character endured (ever since the Genesis “Blast Processing”), but it doesn’t tell the whole story, and it’s unacceptable to enforce this line of thought over everything we know about the character.

And to end this long section where I was hinting at one of the most important points of one of the most thoughtful games of the series, let’s not forget that Sonic is pretty aware that everything has a beginning and an end, because that’s the Nature’s way of things and we have to live life at its fullest, for it is finite. Running at top speed is just one of many ways Sonic lives his life, and his eyes will forever be filled, not so much with speed, but with curiosity.

Conclusions

To recap this long article, let’s remember that

Speed, Platforming and Exploration are the three basic Sonic Principles. The momentum in the games comes from the interaction between these elements.

Speed is not something that’s delivered for the sake of being delivered: it usually is a reward or an incentive to keep the player interested, engaged and excited for what’s to come.

Breaking the Principles impacts the experience of the game in many aspects… unless you’re Eggmanland and you’re breaking every single Principle in one level anyway.

To narrow Sonic down to just “speed” is to ignore everything else that this character represents. “Gotta go fast” is a facet of his design and personality, but not the only one.

Starting from this, we can sit down and discuss about “good” and “bad” levels in the series all day long, but I don’t think it’s necessary. Now that we’re about to discover what’s next for the series, I believe it’s important to clarify what Sonic represents in every stage, so that with some luck we can see better consistency and quality in his future adventures.

Speaking of this last point, I just remembered The Geek Critique’s series of Sonic retrospectives, another series of videos that inspired me and I found enlightening. Do you guys remember the videos I linked to at the beginning? Well, it’s time for you to watch them :P (if you want to, of course)

(I’d like to thank Beevean again for suggesting the best examples I could have needed. Seriously, she helped much more than it looks)

What do you guys think? What is the ideal Sonic level, and why? Do you agree that Sonic is much more than a speedy blue hedgehog? In the meantime, we’re hopefully going to see each other very soon. See you next time!

I feel this theme is strangely fitting to conclude this article, lol

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After the Spanish article was posted, I reblogged with this:

To add something more, I was chatting with a friend of mine who pointed out that, for all the talk in the fandom that we want to see less linear levels, most of the fan favorites are pretty linear - Ice Cap, Speed Highway, City Escape, Rooftop Run… I told him that yeah, linearity isn’t a synonym of bad level design because linear levels can still be enjoyable: with these particular cases, what makes them different from a random Lost Valley is that they have other elements that make them stand out (snowboarding, running down a skyscraper, skateboarding through San Francisco, climbing the Big Ben…). Plus they have something to compensate for the linearity, like fluid platforming.

In the case of Ice Cap and Speed Highway, there’s also a contrast between their halves: IC Act 1 is cramped and heavy on platforming, while Act 2 is much faster and without many obstacles, almost as a reward; Speed Highway starts out as fast and exhiliarating, with little platforming getting in the way of running, but the At Dawn section is a short open space, to let the player catch their breath, to the point that even the music and the aesthetic are much more relaxed. So, as you said, the balance is kept, and when you add a memorable setting and music, you have a great level in your hands.

Thank you @latin-dr-robotnik​ for giving me the permission to post this! I just had to translate this fascinating article to share it with everyone :>

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CMC 4

Name: Bora Han [Birth Name: Kim, adopted by Jumin]

Nickname: Duckie, Duckling!

Meaning of name: Means "purple" in Korean.

Age: 15

Sex: Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Blood type: A+

Nationality: Korean

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual 

Political Party: Liberal

Birthdate: May 5th

Occupation: Student 

Hobbies/Pastimes: Cooking and baking. She’s not the best at it, but it was one of the things that her brother loved to do and she’s taken up on that hobby with Jumin in recent months. She loves to dance whenever she can, too, and she’s gotten back into doing that. 

Physical Characteristics

Height: 4′11ft (149cm)

Weight: 110lbs (49kg)

Posture: Sluggish. She’s often looking at the ground or at her hands so it shows in the way she stands. 

Build: Slender. Petite. She’s not very big and her frame is really small. She eats well since having been adopted but she’s still built really tiny. 

Skin: Dark. She’s got a sprinkling of freckles on her face that you can only see if you get close to her face! 

Hair: Black hair, and it’s naturally wavy at best but she flattens it out just a bit. It’s very long and she tucks back most of the parts into two buns, while the rest of it hangs over her back. She let it grow out when she was on the streets and now she just likes it too much to cut it. She doesn’t often wear her curls naturally but she’s gotten better about it in recent years. 

Ears: Attached lobes. She doesn’t really wear a lot of jewelry. 

Eyes: Lavender eyes. It’s the one feature that she has that she shared with her brother and she’s rather proud of that fact. Her brother 

Mouth: Pouty lips. They’re often set into a line. She tries to keep her face neutral but when she smiles, it’s big and her teeth show. 

Face shape: Circle. She’s still got quite a childish look to her features and people tend to think she’s a bit younger than what she is. 

Expressions: Arms crossed. Pawing at the ends of her hoodie. Hesitancy. Frowns and downturned eyes. A big smile that is rare when she’s happy. 

Tattoos/Scars?: One scar on her ankle where she had a small accident as a child. 

Left/Right handed? Right!

Distinguishing features: Bora would say that people often say her eyes are the feature that they notice first if she’s got her head up. If she doesn’t, they will often say that there’s nothing that stands out about her, and she took that to heart from her parents and she’s still trying to think beyond that trapping. Her smile is what the RFA will tell you is what stands out. 

Who does s/he take after; mother or father?: Neither. She refuses to talk about them and she says that she has nothing in common with them. She’ll tell you that she’s stubborn like Jumin. 

Style (Elegant, shabby, etc): Comfy. Athleisure. 

How does s/he dress or what do they typically wear? Big hoodies. Often two jackets put together, a hoodie, and a sweater over that. Sometimes sweat pants and tennis shoes, or thick boots. That’s her comfort zone. She starts to branch out her style a bit more when she starts living with Jumin, wearing more dresses and getting more comfortable with her sense of style. 

Health: Decent. Ever since having moved in with Jumin, she’s not sick as often and not as tired. But, she’s got a long way to go. She’s got a lazy eye that needs correcting, so she’ll often need to wear a patch with it. She’s got some lasting PTSD from the lack of attention to her health for quite some time, but they’re working on it with doctors and therapists. 

Background: 

Bora was born to a family that didn’t care much about her in the slightest. Her parents loved her brother and didn’t care much for her at all. No matter what she did or said, they didn’t pay her any attention. She felt like she was a shadow to them for a long time and when she started going to school, that was when they started getting harder and harder to deal with. They wanted her to make good grades, prove herself to be just as good as her brother, etc. She had a lot more of a hard time in school, she didn’t learn as fast, she took a lot longer to learn what took her brother a few weeks. 

She was never good enough to them. They never let her forget that fact. She was constantly verbally abused by them. Her only solace was her brother, who loved her and believed in her. He saw the best in her and she saw the best in him. Even though their parents cared about him more, Bora never judged him or blamed him or it. She loved her brother so much. They were inseparable. He was a lot older than Bora, too. 

There was a good six year age gap between the two of them. However, her brother was always looking after her, making sure she ate, and that she was rewarded when she studied hard. Their parents just... weren’t good people to Bora. Not going into extreme detail. 

It grew to the point when her brother couldn’t take it anymore, and he decided enough was enough. He started to compile evidence against their parents so he could leave and “adopt” Bora. 

She deserved to grow up without them hurting her like that. 

Unfortunately, there was an accident and her brother died as a result of it. Bora was so distraught about it, and her parents got a lot worse. They started to really blame her for everything and she decided that she couldn’t take it. She packed up a big bag, taking only what she knew her parents wouldn’t tell the police she  “stole”, and the photograph her brother gave her of the two of them since she couldn’t take any more of his things. 

Armed with only a two big coats and some jeans, she became a runaway for a few months, surviving on the kindness of others. Until she got a message from a stranger one day on a phone she found left abandoned in the park. She decided to help the stranger, and wound up in the apartment with the RFA. They were alarmed she was a kid, and alone. 

It took some coaxing, but Seven came to see her at the apartment to talk things over with her because they couldn’t leave a kid there. She admits that she ran away from home because... it wasn’t okay. He doesn’t ask more about it to her face, but promises he won’t send her back there. Since it’s the holidays, they arrange for her to stay with Jumin since he’s the safest for the time being. They also need to find out who tricked her. 

Jumin discovers real fast that she’s been hurt a lot. He can’t bring himself to send her away to another family after the holidays. She’s just brought a lot of life to his house and to Elizabeth. He spends a lot of time learning how to become a good dad to her, because this tiny girl is plagued by night terrors and just needs someone. He realizes he’s that somehow, even if he has to learn how to be a good dad.

As the story continues, her life with the RFA becomes a Found Family AU. It plays out with each route in the game with some differences after she’s adopted by Jumin, going from Jumin > Jaehee > Zen > Yoosung > Seven. I’ll have to find the bigger post where I wrote out her timeline to add to this post. In the end, all things are fixed, Bora and the RFA are a family, and Vanderwood winds up joining later as her bodyguard. 

Check out the Runaway MC tag for more. 

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(RFA + V) When they’re sick

Thank you so much @libralita for this request! I hope you guys like it!

☆ Yoosung 

Yoosung doesn’t mind being sick AT ALL 

Probably prefers it to being healthy

I mean LISTEN

He has an actual valid excuse to staying home and doing nothing 

Plus, when you’re sick people are generally nicer to you 

Although he’s pretty whiny so the RFA members will only be nice for so long until they snap at him 

Loves to be pampered, even if he pretends he doesn’t want help 

Please baby this man 

Bring him breakfast in bed and put on his favorite anime and just stay with him 

He’s concerned about you getting sick too but,,,,, 

Then he’ll just get to take care of you !

Still just as cuddly and lovey as before 

Complains if you won’t return his affections 

Can’t you see he is in pain and need of your love to recover? 

guilt trip master

damn those puppy eyes 

He wants you to lay in bed with him and do nothing all day too 

If he’s really sick though, like flu sick, he barely speaks, just whimpers 

It’s a really sad sight,,, would not recommend 

“Please,, MC Please don’t leave.”

“Yoosung, I was just getting you something to eat, stop being overdramatic.” 

But who can refuse that face

☆ Zen

He rarely ever gets sick 

And when he does, he’s not worried 

Zen is a monster healer, this cold will be gone in a couple days 

Hell it could be a couple hours if he played his cards right 

So when he starts to feel under the weather, he assures you quickly not to dote on him 

He doesn't need to be pampered when he plans on getting better soon anyway

Most likely, he would not even bother taking a day off of rehearsal

After all, the show must go on

If it persists more than a day or two, he will stay home

Not for himself, but for his co-workers who aren't lucky enough to heal like he does

You probably have to stop him from exercising too 

Reprimand him about not straining his body and such 

The best way to get him to sit still and lay down is to cuddle him 

Probably the best time to binge-watch a show with him too since he doesn't have to get up and go anywhere  

☆ Jaehee

Would feel so bad for leaving you to run the cafe 

However, she would feel worse if she accidentally got customers sick 

Or god forbid, got you sick

And she refuses to shut down the cafe on a Monday morning 

But of course, you would take care of it, she should rest and get better

Even so, no resting gets done

Every five minutes she calls to see if everything is alright, insisting that if things got too bad she could put on a face mask and try to help out nevertheless

Highly suggest closing down a little early to take care of her

This shall be the one day where you should make her tea instead of coffee

Still wants creamer in it tho

She would also really appreciate a heated blanket

In which case you can be a substitute for 

Honestly just curl up with her and watch a musical, doesn't even have to be Zen's

Also, ensure to shush any protests of not getting too close

Jaehee has spent such a large portion of her life overworking herself, she deserves some quality R&R, especially when she is sick

Simply hold her hand and rub fingers through her hair 

Even if she denied it all this time, she really appreciates you taking care of her and risking getting sick

Cue her heart eyes for you  

☆ Jumin

Unsurprisingly, it is also very rare that Jumin gets sick, not for the same reasons as Zen though

This guy is at peak health considering all his nutritionists and personal trainers and such

Not to mention his daily vitamins that help his immune system

But still, every once in a blue moon it will happen

And every single time, Jumin is in complete denial

Will still go to work and try to get up early to make you pancakes

Refuses that he is sick and insists that it is nothing, just some seasonal allergies

Honestly, you got to hold this man down to make him stay home

Or at least shoot him some serious puppy eyes

Once he finally agrees, he still tries to go to his in-home office 

You have to chaperon him to make sure he doesn't get out of bed

Jumin is just a little bit of workaholic

And he is very unused to taking time off for himself unless it is to spend time with you or Elizabeth

He'll come around to the idea with persuasion

Gets slightly upset when you start to wait on him like a servant

Tries to get stuff himself, but you have to stand firm on him relaxing and getting better

Begs you to keep Elizabeth in another room so she doesn't see him like this

Also so she doesn't catch whatever he has

Overall difficult sick person

 ☆ Saeyoung 

This man child doesn't get sick too often solely on the fact he doesn't interact with outside germs much

But ever since you came into his life and force him to face the sun more he seems to fall ill more often

His immune system wasn't ready for all the unfiltered and germy air of the outside world

Doesn't really care that he's sick, he plans on doing what he normally does

Which is sit around in his boxers

The exception is that you revoked junk food privileges until he recovered

A very whiny sick person, that is for sure

Takes full advantage of you being his nurse and trying to coddle him

Calls your name every ten minutes just so he can tell you something stupid and he knows you'll come 

Complains that he is already dying

Writes down a fake will, leaves everything to you because he thinks Saeran will burn it 

Tries to get you to wear his nurse costume he still has from one mission

In short, Saeyoung gets really bored when he's sick

Especially if you tell him not to move from his bed

He will comply, but he wants to make sure it is in the most inconvenient way possible 

Saeyoung finally gets some well-needed rest though   

☆ V (Jihyun)

Jihyun hardcore acts like he isn't sick

Because he would absolutely hate himself if you took off work or sacrificed time to take care of him 

Despite his efforts, it is pretty easy to tell that he is sick

Please take care of the baby 

For the majority of his adult life, V has to take care of everyone else, even when they don't ask

It is a nice change for somebody to take care of him

Insists that you don't have to do anything for him 

Jihyun gets a little loopy when he is sick, very out of it

For instance, he'll say yes to anything you want in this state

Although, he probably denies you very little on a normal day 

Keeps telling you not to get too close so you won't catch what he has

Just ignore him and give him love 

The thing that he would most appreciate when he is sick is probably soup

Especially if you make it yourself and don't get it from a can

Not that he wouldn't eat it, he would appreciate it regardless

Anything made with love would warm up his heart and in turn: his body

Would love a back rub too, it probably won't help his sickness, but it would make him a lot less tense

Tall guy is an easy man to deal with

Are you guys proud of me? Finally found a method where it doesn’t change my entire format   (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

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Here’s my application for @fireflythenightlight​‘s rp: The Underpass! Meet Leonas (Leo), your local changeling punk with a penchant for making potato-based foods, partying too hard, and making questionable life choices. 

 Big big shoutout to @wofuckery​ for drawing their reference, full ref and personality below the backstory and the cut ^^

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I wrote this at 2am so like,,, bear with me lol 

Leonas grew up mostly sheltered from other people for most of their childhood. With an overly-protective and very distrustful family considering of their mom, dad, and 3 siblings, most of their education was home-schooling (read: being turned loose with a bunch of books) and sparse meet-ups to see other, pre-approved families and their children. With their family being well-off and with enough books and entertainment to go around, Leo’s early life was comfortable, if isolated and slightly boring. 

As they got older, they began to get restless about being cloistered away, getting more and more annoyed and bored. After a good year of campaigning and pleading, at the age of 16 they were switched to public high school, much to their parent’s reluctant agreement. It was a good mixture of overwhelming and exciting for them, being able to be around other people and actually explore their personality/identity. They were unused to the deadlines and actual work though, and even as they got to making new friends and going to new places, their actual academic performance slipped, their grades and attendance sinking further and further. 

Leo was having the time of their life, but their parent’s got more and more frustrated and mad. With them barely passing their sophomore year, their parents gave them an ultimatum for junior year: Do this year better, or get put back into home-school for the forseeable future. If this was meant to incentivize them to get good grades, all it did was push Leo further towards resenting their parents for keeping them away from the rest of the world/micromanage their childhood. During this time, they also started getting more popular, learned bass guitar (badly), put a word to their gender (non-binary), and started spending more time sneaking into bars, and clubs, partying, and generally just becoming a complete hedonist and having a good time. They made it barely through junior year, and their parents were absolutely pissed. 

After a summer of yelling and arguments and sneaking out, their parents tried to force them back into their isolated property, the final straw that broke the camel’s back. Grabbing their clothes, a sleeping bad, their familiar and a few precious items, Leo took off to their friend’s house. 

After that, it was basically a slow sliding decline through senior year, until, finally out of high school, they began to try to make their way in the world. Crashing from friend’s house to acquaintance’s floor to comfortable alleyway to club bathroom back to friend’s house, they continue to make their way through the world, working odd jobs and cooking potatoes. Whether or not this is their best life remains up for debate, but they can’t really think of any better way to spend their time. 

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Their familiar is a phoenix in the shape of a large, slightly fat blue-jay, lovingly named Gnocchi 

They are a genius with potato-based recipes, and absolutely no other part of cooking or baking (the one exception is popcorn)

Growing up primarily around other changelings has made them extremely casual about shapeshifting: when they’re bored, they’ll often “pull” fingers out of the flesh on their hand and squish them back down, or mess around with their face/eyes

They have a natural aptitude for picking up small skills, things like origami or braiding, and have very good muscle memory: one they learn the actions of something, they rarely forget it. 

They draw and sculpt for fun, sculpting especially!! It’s not uncommon to see them fidgeting with a mound of clay in their hands, making little pinch pots when they’re nervous. Both those, and the braids are things they sell to make spare money

PERSONALITY THUS FAR:

At first, people are inclined to assume Leonas is more of the introverted type. With a calm way of speaking and a laid-back, relaxed attitude, they tend to exude a warm, friendly, and welcoming energy, a vibe that is, for the most part, well-earned. Leo is relatively open-minded, they tend to wait before passing judgement on a person completely, and are always ready to make new friends. One of their biggest talents is being social: Leo has learned how to switch from zen best friend to loud fun party animal effortlessly, and both versions of themself bring them joy. They’re energetic in a way that isn’t overpowering or annoying, and relaxed in a way that doesn’t come off as dismissive or spacey. They always hold a space for their friends, and while maybe not the best advice-giver, are exactly the right person to go to if you want to watch some television and cuddle and maybe cry and rant a little bit. 

That said, Leonas is a lot of talk without much show, while they’ll follow through a bet any day, actually finishing a chore, cleaning their space, or holding down a steady job elude them. They work in spotty bursts of motivation, creating interesting art and creations but that they can never follow up on or recreate again. Leo is intensely stubborn to the point of denial: if they don’t want to believe something, they will twist facts, intentionally forget critical details, and generally do everything in their power to feel like they are in the right. It takes them a long time to get their mind completely made up, but when they do, trying to change it is like trying to clean away the sand in a desert. They’re garbage at apologies as a result, as nothing is completely their fault in their head. Either their apologies are just them trying to get the person off their back, or something like “I’m sorry you feel that way” that refuses to take responsibility for what happened. 

Leo cannot be in the wrong. They refuse to be proven wrong, to be shown that they made an error or at all need to correct what they’re doing. Leo’s entire sense of self and identity is pinned on being right, on never being incorrect one. The idea that they could mess up, that they could’ve made the wrong choice, terrifies them to their core. They’re acutely aware of their own mortality and limited time on this earth, and the idea they could’ve wasted it or missed an opportunity is too terrible to ever indulge. This intersects terribly with substances, Leo may not have an addictive personality, but their refusal to admit when they’ve drunken too much, or that they feel sick or gross, leads to them pushing their limits to an unhealthy amount. While not a fully fledged alcoholic, their lifestyle certainly isn’t doing wonders for their liver. They have no self-preservation instinct, no understanding of when to back off and relax, and it continues to come back and bite them in the ass time and time again. 

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description:

Leonas has choppy, thick, wavy black hair reaching down just below their chin, usually tied up into a small little ponytail. They have pale skin with a smattering of freckles across their cheeks, ears, and shoulders, and a round face and slightly chubby cheeks. Their body is on the shorter and chubbier side (endomorph body type) and their body shape is relatively square/rectangular, with semi muscular/thick arms/legs. Their fashion sense is basically camp counselor kidnapped by a punk band, and their default outfit is a black jean vest with a handful of colorful pins/patches, a thick/long red/pink/orange tacky knitted scarf, a rainbow tye-dye shirt, and jean shorts with sturdy black, slightly scuffed combat boots.

reference (by @wofuckery​):

Thanks for reading all the way to the bottom, hope you love them like I do !!!! I’m so excited for this roleplay, you have no idea. I hope to see forms from all of you too !!!