chang is a companion. i will fight you


In Guild Wars 2 there is a Sylvari NPC character, named Canach that is part of your party who initially was an antagonist in an earlier part of the game. You fight him and he gets imprisoned. Circumstances change where he is forced to
join your party and now he is out for redemption.
He’s still snarky and funny but his character has evolved.
I would love it if there was a future companion like that in DA4. We sort of had that with Zevran in Origins but it would be nice if they did that again in a future game.

Mod Note: Hey Confessor I am a Guild Wars 2 player too. I definitely agree about Canach. He is my favorite companion in the group currently.  -SMC

Defying Orders: Kingdom Hearts Meta

I was reading the KH2 manga and have realized something. There is a huge change in the Hollow Bastian scene between the game and the manga. Something that changes the perspective of Donald and Goofy’s character development in relations to the King.

As we all know, in the original game there is a battle in Hollow Bastian. Mickey attempts to stop Sora from going into the fight because it is dangerous. Sora immediately retorts by saying 

Notice how he doesn’t want to go because he wants to help Leon and the others. That is important for later. Anyway, after this you know the rest. Mickey overrides Sora by commanding Donald and Goofy to take Sora to find Riku and Kairi. Keep in mind that by this point in the games Donald and Goofy had always shown severe dedication to King Mickey and his orders. They never had questioned him when they were stationed to find the boy with the key and stick with him in the original KH game. 

They even took his orders so seriously that when it came to light that Riku was the original keyblade master, they dropped Sora like an old hat. With little regret mind you. Sure, they said sorry and came back to Sora later, but when the choice was first made, they stuck with the King’s words. 

Why is that important here? Well, they had a good reason to stick with Sora when it was important. Riku may be the original keyblade master, but he was on the wrong side. So they followed what they figured was right and even though they inadvertently disobeyed Mickey’s orders, it was the right choice given the circumstances.

So why does that matter? Because when we see Donald and Goofy deciding to go headfirst into the Hollow Bastian battle in KH2, we also see them directly disobey orders. For no real reason other than to make Sora happy despite how dangerous it is. Think about that for a second. These two have abandoned Sora before because they kept true to their mission (which was to find the King himself in the first game). Now they have flat out disobeyed their King’s orders for Sora’s sake!

That’s a huge shift.

Imagine this from King Mickey’s perspective.The last time he met with Donald and Goofy was when he was on the other side of the Door to Darkness, and a few very brief moments before this day. He hasn’t even spent quality time with Donald and Goofy, his closest friends, for at least a year and a half. That is a long time. And time has a way of changing people. When Mickey ruled Disney Castle, he knew Donald and Goofy as incredibly loyal servants and friends. People he trusted the most. So naturally he would assume they would follow his command, no questions asked. Like how things used to be.

And keep in mind that Mickey is thinking on the bigger picture here. If Sora stays to fight, and gets injured, or even killed, who can save Kairi? Who can find Riku? They still have no idea where the Organization’s stronghold is at the point in the game. And without the chosen wielder of the keyblade, there wouldn’t be any chance to stop the Organization’s plans. Mickey doesn’t know where Riku is. Donald and Goofy don’t know where Kairi is. If Sora were to die at Hollow Bastian, there would have been no hope to save the worlds. So Mickey honestly had the best plan. They’ll keep at fighting the heartless, while Sora, Donald, and Goofy continue their search for Riku and Kairi. Mickey honestly thought that his two best friends would follow his order, because he actually knows what he’s talking about!

But they didn’t. In one swift motion, Mickey’s status as king, planner, and friend is thrown aside in Sora’s favor. Donald and Goofy’s loyalties have changed.  After being away for so long, this is the first time Mickey is face to face with the idea that suddenly… he really doesn’t know his friends anymore. And now he’s at the crossroads between what used to be a close friendship and what has become of them. They have become so close to Sora that they flat out refused to listen to Mickey, a friend whom they have known for far longer than they ever knew him. Mickey has suddenly lost that connection with his friends, and thanks to how close they are with Sora now, he might never fully recover that connection.

This is why I think Mickey is so suddenly okay with fighting alongside them after this moment in the game. Before, he stayed in the shadows mostly alone during KH2. We still don’t know his reasoning, but I think he avoided the others because he didn’t want to see them get hurt. Or them see him get hurt. Remember he is still scarred by the “deaths” of Terra, Ven, and Aqua. So the idea that his friends could get killed still haunts him, making him afraid to be with others in battle. 

But Mickey is also standing at the crossroads between keeping away for his own inner protection, and drifting away from his closest companions. I believe that he wanted to stick with Sora, Donald, and Goofy after this moment because secretly he misses being as close to his friends like Sora is. Sora essentially replaced him. And this is his desperate moment to reunite with the friends who changed right under his nose.

And you know what? The manga decided to change things for the better.

During the exact scene in the third KH2 manga, instead of having Leon being the reason Sora wants to fight in the Hollow Bastian battle, do you know what it has been changed to?

That’s right. Sora’s first response isn’t saying how the others are his friends too. It’s that MICKEY need their help. In the game, they never even consider him and run off on their own, leaving Mickey in the dust. But in the manga, Sora acknowledges Mickey not as an obstacle, but as a friend who needs his companions’ aid. It’s only after Mickey responds that he can take care of it that Sora even acknowledges Leon and the others. 

 In these few pages alone, the manga respects Mickey’s role as Donald, Goofy, and Sora’s friend by having them defy an order for Mickey’s sake. In the manga, they see that Mickey needed help. That he was alone. And he needed his friends now more than ever. There isn’t a scene with Mickey being angry for defying orders either. After he realizes that they are willing to stay to help him in his need, Mickey immediately smiles and agrees to go with them to battle. He is no longer afraid to be with his friends in this war. Yes, Leon and the others needed Sora too, but because they show that they still care about Mickey to stick with him during the rough times, this scene alone changes the entire dynamic of the four. In the games, it seems like Mickey had been replaced by Sora. But in the manga, he is still considered a friend to all three of them regardless of how many years it has been.

I. Love. This. Manga!


Hanbin x reader

Angst + Happy end. (I was going to write an angsty ending to this but I couldn’t bring myself to do it haha)

Warning: F-bombs, alcohol abuse.


Standing in front of the brightly lit YG building, you take solace in the biting cold that came with the changing season. Unlike the fiery heat of summer that burn everything in its sight, the cold is comforting and peaceful…Almost healing. Smiling up at your only night time companion for the last month and some days, your spirit lifted to see the man in the moon’s silver glow so brilliantly fighting the pollution of man-made light that drowns out even the most spectacular stars. As good of a friend as he is, now and then the moon leave you in darkness, taking his soothing light with him. During those nights, you learned to make friend to fill the empty void. Trudging over toward the gate, you bow to the familiar wrinkled face of the night guard. He’s always chipper despite the late hours. His high spirit and humor lull your desperation for daily human contacts to sleep; real genuine contacts, not the bullshit passing by greeting you get from work. Sure you have friends but with the high strung life of a twenty something in a big city, a few hours couple time a week is the most any of you can put out. During those hours, the sorrows melt away and nothing exist but laughter. The moment you step away from the radiance of friendship, the shadow of loneliness steps out from its hiding place.

Maybe I should just move in with the girls…

 Shaking back to reality, your heart warms up a little at the still smiling uncle. You had actually gotten quite close to the him from all your trips to your boyfriend’s work. 

- “Back again so soon? What’d you bring him today?”

- “Just some soup and sides. It’s getting cold so i thought soup will warm him up. I brought you some snack, that should help you pass the time” Smiling as he let you through.

- “Always so thoughtful. Thank you.”

The main reason why you brave the late night so often is so your boyfriend wouldn’t starve himself to death in the recording studio. You know full well what getting into a relationship with an idol means. There’s no need to describe it to anyone. The moment your friends learn about the occupation of your other half, they just sigh a sympathetic wish of luck. It’s rough indeed but you never did care. You know the late hours and the constant absences from home were all for the sake of achieving his dream. Who are you to stop someone you love so much from doing so especially when you never completed yours. The best you can do is support and make sure he doesn’t hurt himself in the process. Without thinking too much, your feet take you down a habitual path to the overworked boy. Knocking to make sure it was okay to enter, you’re hoping his mood isn’t too dampen by the weather today. After a few moments, the door creaks open and a tired bare faced Hanbin greets you. Greets, if that’s even the term to describe the situation. Barely even smile at the sight of his own girlfriend, the exhausted boy whispers a simple “hey” before turning back his work station.

I guess he’s in a bad mood today.

Bad mood or not, your aching soul yearns and screams for him so loudly that just seeing his face is enough to subdue its agony. Another reason why it doesn’t matter how treacherous the trip is, the end destination is always worth it. Taking the hint, this was no time to be a clingy girlfriend no matter how much your heart ache for just 1% of his attention. Quietly walking in, you set the food down on the coffee table nearby and find yourself slumping onto the couch. The sight of his hunched back, hand on his forehead rubbing it frustratingly crushes your heart. It’s always tough seeing him working so hard without resting. He’s always so rough on himself when the drying ink refuses portrays the vivid scenes in his mind correctly. God, what you’d give to have a glimpse into that wonderful mind. Despite the turmoil inside his brain, you can’t help but be mesmerize by the burning intensity yet tranquil scene of him hard at work. His face still graceful under the furrowed, vexed brows. Pillowy full lips mouthing out fleeting silent words that either get written down with a nod of approval or dissipate into thin air with a shake of rejection. While the dominant hand busily jotting down notes, the left hand travels all around, sometimes quietly tapping the desk, sometimes propping his weary head up. Your eyes trace every muscle, every vein, down to the two rings on the vena amoris finger. Two rings, one for you and one for the boys. You close your eyes and let your hand remember the feeling of his large hand interlacing yours so tightly every time you guys walk together. After another 5 minutes of waiting, your worn out mind decides it was time to leave. Obviously you’re not getting any time with him today. Shuffle over to the row of machines, you place your hands on his shoulders, massaging them softly hoping to ease some of his stress. You’re glad to see his shoulders relax, head leans back onto the chair letting you know it was okay to continue. This was the first time you touch him in almost a week. You hands drown themselves in the smooth milky skin of his slender neck, the strong shoulders and sharp collar bones. After a few minutes, you timidly say your goodbye.

- “I’m kinda tired tonight so i’m gonna head home. I didn’t take the car so it’ll take me awhile to get back too. Make sure you eat, I don’t want you to faint from overworking. I packed extra for the boys too so give it to them when you go home okay?”

Not even turning around, he breathes out something so low your ears barely register it.

- “Not my fault you love the cold so much you insisted on walking here…”

Solemnity fills the air and stark silence drowns out even the white noise. He spins his chair around to check out what was going on. A a cloud of awkwardness fills the air, so thick that you almost couldn’t breathe. Hadn’t fully intending for you to hear what he just said, he looks slightly fluster that you’re standing there looking like a deer in headlights. He tries to explain but you smile weakly and tell him not to worry.

- “I know i should’ve taken the car but i love the cold. Just make sure you eat… I’ll see you tomorrow night. Let me know what you want to eat.”

Not even bother to ask for a hug or a kiss goodbye, you quietly exit the room. Just before you reach the door, it suddenly swings open. A girl bordering her 20th year runs in exclaiming his name excitingly, ignoring your presence. She’s like a breath of fresh air pouring into the stuffy room and the atmosphere suddenly lights up. Hanbin had told you countless time about Soeun , the baby of YG entertainment. Even though she’s young, she’s beyond talented and beautiful. Favorite in everyone’s eyes, she pretty much could probably get away with murder. You’re not really a jealous or possessive girlfriend but what you witness next is heart wrenching. The charming, dimple inducing smile that you long for manifest itself on your boyfriend’s face the moment he sees the girl. Yet here you were, the girl he swore his life to couldn’t even get a genuine farewell from him. You excuse yourself from bothering the happy pair and soundlessly shutting the door behind you. Lately this has been the routine. Most of his time is spent in the studio. When he visit, it wasn’t the same anymore. It’s almost tedious, like a chore. His effortless laughter that used to chase yours around the apartment were gone. All the activities were done in silent, not the content kind but the deafening kind. The rare days he did sleep over, you’d jolted awake at 3AM to find an empty cold bed. Countless night you sit in a lonely bed staring at the moon, knees to your chest just imagining the warm unattainable sight of waking up to his raspy morning voice and crazy bedhead. You never did mind him not coming home when the relationship was in bloom. You didn’t because when he was home, there was endless cuddles. His arms never leave your body and his attention was all on you. You’d laugh and smile for absolutely no reason. When he has to leave for extended period of times or stay at dorm, your phone would be flooded with endless texts and picture updates. Sometimes you’d wake up to find cute little recording of him chatting about nonsense or just saying he misses you waiting in your phone. Even when he had to work late, you’d be working on the couch right beside him. As busy as work gets, just knowing that the other person was right there is enough. Lately, you two might as well be stranger. Your phone rarely ring with texts from him. If anything, it’s mostly the other boys updating you. It was getting harder and harder to accept this life you’ve chosen so confidently almost 2 years ago. The relationship feels like the fading shade of an unwanted rose, left to soften and waste away. If only there was something to quench its thirst… Going home seems kind of pointless at this point so you choose to wander around the city, keeping the darkening cold as your company.

After another hour of scribbling away on his note pad, the boy spins his chair around the empty room in frustration. Something in the corner catches his eyes, the neatly stacked boxes that his girlfriend had left for him. Saunters over to the small table, he picks up a sticky note with some cute doodle and a neatly written sentence telling him to eat well. Sinking himself onto the soft couch where she was a few hours ago, he begins to go through the stack. Each and every box packed with the food she knows he enjoys greatly. On the biggest box was another sticky note, he carefully peels it off to examine.

- “Babe, it’s getting really cold… I thought some soup would be fitting with the weather.  Are you taking care of yourself? Don’t forget your jacket, you’re so forgetful sometimes when you’re busy. Don’t worry about me, it’s a little cold here without you but as long as you’re well, I’m well. I miss you. Love you lots.”

 A small but heartfelt smile creeps onto his weary face. 

Maybe it’s time to go home.

Pressing on his phone, the digital clock highlighted 1:35 above a moment frozen in time of his girlfriend sitting by the river under the cherry blossom trees. She looks like a goddess laughing so carefree under the sun shinning brightly behind her, flushed pink petals dancing all around the air.  It was taken on their last picnic trip so many months ago. Thumb running over the part of the screen that show her face, he misses her so much a physical soreness pierces his chest. 

I need to take her out on a date soon… I can’t believe we haven’t gone anywhere in so long. I bet she’d like that. Hopefully there’s time for a short vacation closer to Christmas. That girl love Christmas way too much it’s a little worrisome.

A small chuckle passes his lips as he thinks of the little quirks and habits that make her so HER. Packing everything away, his feet couldn’t possibly move faster toward the direction of her apartment. They had agreed to use it as their makeshift love nest for the time being. The dorm is too crowded to have any time alone. When the boys aren’t teasing them, they take her attention away from him and he didn’t like that. He has so little time with her and no one can get in the way. 

- “Just you wait, baby. Some day I’ll have a big house and I’ll ask you to move in with me. We’ll go grocery shopping together, we’ll pick out furnitures together, we can cook together. Well you cook and I’ll supervise the taste. We can get a dog, or maybe 3, maybe cats too…”

- “And a bunny, I like bunny.” 

- “You want me to ask Jiwon to move in with us?”

- “NOOOO, not him bunny… an actual small fluffy cottontail bunny. Jiwon is like a weird, jacked up, too hyper, crazy bunny that eat too much. I don’t know if I can stand him 24/7. we’d both go bankrupt trying to feed him.″

- “Oh okay, we can get a bunny. Phew, for a moment there I thought I couldn’t keep you satisfy so we need to bring Jiwon in.”

- “Yah! you dirty bastard. Where’s your mind going huh? I know you have a side thing with the crazy bunny when I’m not around but do I really need to hear about it?”

Her sweet laughter fills his brain as he replays the memory of the night he knew she’d be someone he can spend his life with. The night she crawled into his lap and told him she decided to move out from the old place she was sharing with her best friend. All for the sake of giving him some privacy when he needs her for his own. The air is so crisp and the night so clear. His happiness from knowing when he reaches his destination, she’ll be there waiting with an open arms illuminate the dark sidewalk. He couldn’t wait to get home and pulls her into his arms. Then he can enjoy the food she slaved for hours to make him while listening to her talk just as they used to do. He knows she’s tired from work too but his health is always top priority for her. She always make sure he’s in top shape and he loves her for it. Carefully entering the apartment, he notices the dark void from the crack under her bedroom’s door. His plan changes to just jumping straight into bed and soaks in her warmth. Food can wait till tomorrow, snuggling up to her seems like a better idea. However, what he found is unsettling in the worst way. A neatly made bed gleams under the moon light and a complete lacks of his love.

Where could she be at this hour… She left so long ago. What if something happened? Damn it, I shouldn’t have let her leave like that. She said she was tired and I just let her walk out like that. Why didn’t I just ask for a car to take her home. Shit. 

Trepidation increases by the second, he furiously taps at his phone in hope of reaching her only to find the familiar ringtone in the next room. Sitting in one place isn’t his style so out the door he went. Not even sure where he’s running to, he just runs. He just needs to see her face. He needs to know she’s okay. His mind screams for her hoping she’d somehow senses that he needs her, wherever she is. His brain conjuring up the worst possible images in his head as distress conceals his every steps. Ignoring the crushing pain in his chest from running so hard, he just runs. After a few blocks, a sight that was like an arrow through his heart comes into view. Police cars and ambulances surrounding a scene of an accident. Muttering “no” repeatedly to himself, he runs as fast as his spent legs could carry him. His mind races 100 miles a second, reasoning to himself that it can’t be her laying there in the middle of the wreckage. Ignoring the instruction of the polices, all he could think of was pushing pass the barricade to see the victims. After a few minute of futile fighting and yelling, a hand grabs him from behind. Shoving it away, he was prepared to fight whoever it was that stopped him from getting his answers. His tantrum only ceases to exist when a warm smile reaches his eyes. It was the owner of the restaurant they used to go on date nights almost every week. It was only then he realizes where he is.

- “Ahjussi, I can’t find her. I’m going crazy here, what if that’s her. I came home and she wasn’t home and i went to find her but i can’t. she doesn’t even have her phone on her….”

He frantically waves his arms around and finally let all his worries manifest. Hands shoving through his hair harshly, panic engulfs his whole being as he paces back and forth.

- “ Hanbin, calm down. That’s not her. Hey! look at me. Listen, that’s not her. She went home, I saw her walked home before the accident happened. Go home and check. She said she was going home.”

The boy’s mind finally eases as he thanks the old man before running off into the neon lit street once again. Rushing into the apartment, he desperately searches for any sign that she made it home. 

Wait, that jacket wasn’t there before, was it? Was that what she was wearing? Damn it Hanbin, you can’t even remember what she wore? How fucked up can you be. She spent her time and energy to see you and you can’t even remember what she wore. 

All of his work seems so insignificant now as compare to a few hours ago when she was waiting so patiently for him in the studio. Why didn’t he just pay a little more attention to her when she was there. He’s so mad at himself that he didn’t think about the glass clinking in the kitchen. Hasten into the kitchen, his lungs finally functioning again seeing his heart and soul leaning onto the kitchen counter with a glass in her hand.

Wait, why is she drinking?

After a long walk, your aching body longs for the warmth of home. The cold isn’t so comforting when it matches the tone of your own heart. The clarity of the cold air seems to does wonder as decision were made… Good or bad, only time can tells. Walking by the restaurant that once were yours and his second home, you sigh in sadness. Just then the owner stumbles out of the door. Haven’t seen him in so long, you call out to the old man to wish him goodnight. 

- “I haven’t seen you and Hanbin in so long… We miss you guys.”

- “He’s been really busy with work so we haven’t had much time lately.”

- “Well, come by soon okay? I’ll give you guys discount.”

- “I will, once he finishes with the album. I’ll buy all of the food you can make.”

You wave goodbye and head home. Once there, all the tiredness seems to dissipates and desolation in its place. You carelessly throw your jacket onto the floor knowing he’s not coming home anytime soon. You strip down into just your undergarments. Away from the constricting clothes that was slightly dampen from the powdery rain, strewing them messily along your path . What’s the point of cleaning up anyways, nobody will see. Everything in this home reminds you of what thing could be… No, what things should be.

I need a drink…

Could be, should be, whatever. It’s too much for your feeble heart right now. Dragging yourself to the kitchen, you hope alcohol would bring you the sleep you desire, or at least makes home less suffocating. You’re distracted but not so much that you didn’t notice the untouched packed meal you left at the studio had somehow made it home.

Who fucking care anyways…

 As you down shots after shots, you were feeling much better mentally. Physically, not so much as you lean onto the counter to support your weight. The view of a handsome panting boy tottering into the kitchen snaps you out of your trance. At the sight of your almost naked body, he stop dead in his track and just stare blankly. You put your shirts on then call out to him. 

- “What the hell are you doing here?”

Not even acknowledging your question, he just sigh loudly and overwhelms your body with a big hug. Ignoring his touch, you pour yourself another shot before his hands force you to stop. Turning you around to face him, his concerning expression worries you a little but all your senses are too numb to care. 

- “I got worried when i got home and you weren’t here. Then there was the accident down the street. For a moment i thought i lost you. Thank god you’re here. I don’t know what I’d do if i lose you.” hand stroking your cheek tenderly, a burning kiss sears your forehead.

- “It seems like you’re doing fine without me.” 

You scoff coldly before pushing him off. Bottle in hand, you make your way toward the living room and drop onto the couch. You barely got another swig in before he forcefully rips the bottle from your hand.

- “What the fuck are you doing?”

- “What do you mean i’m doing fine without you? and since when did you binge drinking like this?”

- “If you pay a lil more attention maybe you’d know when. Give me the bottle.” 

You slur at him before trying to get your poison back. Pushing you back onto the couch, he walks back into the kitchen and empty the bottle. Back in the living room, he takes a seat next to you but you scoot away to the opposite end of the couch but he’s faster. He pulls you into another tight hug placing quick kisses on your hair and cheek. 

- “Look, I know I haven’t been the best boyfriend lately but please talk to me before killing yourself with alcohol.”

- “haven’t been the best boyfriend?” a mirthless chuckle slips out of your throat  “You must be joking. Hanbin, you haven’t been my boyfriend at all lately. I don’t think you have the right to barge in here and demanding a talk.”

- “I know I…”

- “I think we should break up. I’m moving back in with the girls.” 

Feeling brave from the drinks, you cut him off before he could say anything else. It catches him completely off guard as he stammers in confusion about what he just heard. His arms fall away from your body and you take the chance to put some distance in between.

- “Just so you know, i’m not doing this because of your crazy work hours or your job. Your job and your passion isn’t what’s wrong with this relationship. Those qualities were partly why i fell in love with you in the first place. So don’t be going around telling people i dumped you because we grew apart from your busy schedule or whatever bullshit excuse you celebrities use when tabloids digs for answer. It’s the fact that you don’t give a shit.” Your mind starts spinning slightly. Shaking your head to regain focus, you continue.

- “I was perfectly happy with just seeing you at the studio or communicate through the phone. I really was and you know what, just knowing you thought about me every waking seconds was enough to keep my heart lit. Everything was bearable because I have you. Lately, you’ve been such an asshole that I can’t deal with it anymore.”

- “Baby, please. Don’t do this. I know I’m wrong…” misery spills out from his frowning lips.

- “Do you tho? do you really? do you? Cause i don’t think you do.” anguish pulls you into its cold embrace.

He just sits and stares at the unraveling drunken mess that you are, waiting for another outburst.

- “ You don’t so I’ll tell you. We don’t talk anymore. We don’t even touch anymore for God’s sake. You’re like this ice cold king that my peasant self can’t reach. The moment a rough patch hit, you retreat and run away. No matter how much i chase, i can never catch up. Why should I bother chasing you anymore if you don’t want to be caught. Why do I even waste time cooking for someone that doesn’t even care to eat. Why’d you bring it home for, just throw the food away. it’s not like my time worth anything to you anyways. I care for you but all my effort just get rejected. You know how much that hurt? You wanna know what done me in tonight? My boyfriend, the love of my life, the light of my day couldn’t even spare me a smirk. Then some girl burst in like an annoying, icky ball of sunshine and he smiles like he just won the lottery. Every night i come to drop you food, you act like i’m forcing you into doing chores. the reason why I still come even though you barely even notice me is because at least I feel like I’m still doing you some good… Making sure you’re healthy, the least I could do.” You let out a bitter laugh. “It’s funny really, I guess i’m like a depressing blackhole that suck all your happiness away like a dementor. Oh and what was that reaction just now huh? Is my body that disgusting to you that you lost all your thought? Is that why you stop fucking me? Don’t even try to play it off as you were aroused because i know those eyes. Those are not the I’m-attracted-to-you eyes. Well I’m sorry i don’t have a whole team of stylists looking after every details of my body like someone else. You know, if I bored you so much that you’d come home to sleep for 2 hours before heading back to the studio again then I apologize. Really, I am sorry. I guess i don’t have that wow factor, that.. that spunk that the new girl got to keep you hanging around. But who careee… You’re free to go fuck whoever you want now. Just don’t let the door hit you on your way out yea?”

You’re not even sure what you’re talking about anymore. The slumber was getting stronger and your impaired brain isn’t making much sense. The image of him in front of you now looks more like a Picasso painting than a person. Everything is so blurry. You can feel all your senses dimming out as the darkness closing in. Hanbin didn’t say much, he just sits. It wasn’t long before you hit the couch and snore the sleepiness away. 

Staring at his sleeping beauty on the couch, he couldn’t feel any less like  prince charming than he does now. The boy couldn’t fathom what pain she went through before ending up at this point. He blames himself for every bit of her anger, her sadness, and her pain. He vowed to take care of her the day she say yes to being his but now it was the opposite. She took care of him and he took her for granted. His tears doesn’t even compare to hers. She sheds her alone, without anyone to see. Moving closer to his girlfriend, her body seems so fragile, much more than usual. His eyes caresses her body from head to toes before racing back at the bare, void of the sun’s touch spot on her ring finger. She had taken the ring she loves so dearly off and he was too caught up in his own life to notice. A sharp pain penetrate his chest as he exhales slowly, murmuring a low “I’m so sorry, baby” to her. Petting her hair, he places a kiss onto her temple, then her lips in fear he may no longer be able to do so once she’s awake. Just then a sweet voice sounds out. This wasn’t the stern slurring he endured the last 10 minutes. This was something he failed once again to notice that had been absent from her for so long. Recently, her voice took on a somber note, almost desperate. All she wanted is a warm reply from him but he denies her the satisfaction.

- “Stop it! I have a boyfriend.” her hand moves to swat his face away.

Surprise at her reaction, he moves her long and soft hair out of her face for a closer look.  Fast asleep, serene graces her face. Her expression soft and innocent, unlike the hurt and tired face that greeted him not too long ago. 

She’s so beautiful. I really haven’t just look at her in so long…

Staring at his girlfriend is something he used to do so often. He likes to just watch her go about her business. She does everything with such an admirable ease. No effort was ever needed for her to be beautiful or confident. She just is. He settles another kiss onto her pink cheek. Putting a hand on her shoulder, he attempts to move her to the bed before she speaks out again.

- “Hey, i told you. I have a boyfriend. If you don’t listen I’m gonna have to call him.”

Even in her intoxicated state she’s protective of their relationship. A hot tear streams down his face. How could he lets this gone so far. What if she never going to forgive his mistakes. Ignoring her sleepy antic, he carries her away to the bed.

- “My boyfriend is really strong you know. He’ll beat you up.”

- “Is that so?”

The boy whispers back, not anticipating an answer. He just wants to feel the warmth of having a conversation even if she’s not going to answer.

- “Yea! he’s really hot too. but i don’t care about that. i didn’t fall in love with him because of his money or look. Even if he’s bald and old and wrinkly, i’ll still love him.”

Startle at her replies, he becomes aware that he has never seen her drunk. She’s always the one taking care of him when he’s drunk because he can’t hold his liquor even if his life depends on it. This talking habit is completely new to him. Torn between letting her rest or letting the conversation continues, he sets her down on the bed and pull a blanket over her bare legs. She didn’t even bother putting on pants, just her shirt. Laying down next to her, he decided to let her sleep but goes against his decision only mere seconds later. He misses talking to her too much. He misses her voice even more… he just misses her. They could talk for hours about absolutely nothing but lately, no words seems to be found.

- “Tell me more about your boyfriend.”

He tests the water, waiting patiently, hoping she’ll reply.

- “Yea, my B.I oppa is so cool. He’s really good at rapping and everybody loves him. Lots of girls like B.I but I like Hanbin oppa more. He’s funny and caring. Shhh, don’t let him know i like calling him oppa.”

- “Really? Okay, it’ll be our secret. Is he that cool though?” he chuckles at her cute words about him.

- “He’s a really awesome. I’d die before i let him go, I don’t think he even know how much i love him. Mr. bartender, you’re so nosy. Are you trying to steal him? He’s mine you know, you can’t have him.”

- “You love him that much?”

- “Yea… but he hates me though. He doesn’t want to spend time with me anymore.”

- “That’s not true…” he protests at her words, heart sinks at the word “hate”

- “he’s cold… i can feel him slipping away so i’ll just be a good girl and let him go. I just want him to be happy.”

The boy can no longer hold back the sorrow as his tear streams freely. Has he been that careless that his love for her turns into hatred.  Bending down to kiss her, all he can think of is how to protect her and fix everything.

- “I promise you, I’ll make everything better.”

Silence returns to the shared bed as she finally falls into deep sleep. He lays down and pulls her into his arms. Naturally, she presses her face onto his chest and arm fasten around his torso. Another kiss on her hair before he closes his eyes for some much overdue sleep. A much needed cuddle from his energy source.

You finally awaken as the pestering sun hit you squarely in the eyes. Cursing at yourself for not closing the curtain before going to sleep last night, you realize someone is holding your shoulder tightly. Opening your eyes as you jerk your head up out of the pillow. The arm only tighten its hold even more as you hear a comforting raspy morning voice you haven’t heard in a long time.

- “Baby, 10 more minutes. Why are you getting up so early?” he whines.

Too stun to process the situation, you freeze on the spot. Sensing you’re not laying back down, he reaches his other arm over and flip you into spooning position. Snuggling his face into your neck, he takes in a long whiff.

- “Hmm, i miss this scent so much. Let me cuddle you for a little longer.”

Obediently laying still in his arms, you can’t deny that your heart is elated for the first time in long while. Forgetting temporary about your problems, your eyes flutter close once again to enjoy the coziness. The second awakening feels much more like the usual norm, bed empty and cold despite the sunlight dancing around on the blanket. Letting out a loud sigh, you pull yourself out of bed for a glass of water. 

Why the fuck did I drink so much for someone that can’t even bother to stay…

Your thought snips short by the sound of water running. Stumbling into the kitchen, you see your small frilly pink apron barely cover the broad shouldered tall boy that is now frantically trying to stir something in the pan. Your eyes cock up in curiosity as you venture over to see. He doesn’t even notice that you’re slowly making your way over to turn off the running faucet. 

- “Shi– Baby! why are you creeping around like that. I thought my heart was gonna hop out of my chest.”

- “It’s MY apartment.” you enunciate.

- “I mean, nvm. How are you feeling? You drank so much last night i kinda got scared. I tried to make you breakfast but it didn’t quiet worked out… So i had to changed plan. I got you coconut water, it’s in the fridge”

- “Please don’t burn down my apartment.” You say coldly before turning your heels toward the fridge.

- “Go sit down, i’ll bring you your food.”

You raise an eyebrow at him, annoyed at his chirpy exterior. He has that stupid smile on his face that’s telling you there’s no fighting him. Yet there’s a most infinitesimal tinge of sadness in the corners of his slightly puffy eyes. You drag yourself over to the dinning table and sit down. You sprawl onto the table, not feeling too hot. He struggles over after another 5 minutes of pacing around the kitchen, a big bowl in his hands. He sets it in front of you. You couldn’t help but smile a bit inside at his masterpiece of what looks like a messy bibimbap. Places a kiss on your cheek before he runs off and lugs over a tray full of food for himself. 

- “Eat! I know it’s nothing compare to your cooking… I might’ve burnt the other breakfast a bit too much so i ended up making this with the left over in the fridge.” 

He chuckles nervously before digging into his own food. You’re just too focus on watching his expression as he eat.

- “Wait, is that what i brought you last night?” you say hoarsely 

- “Yea. I didn’t get a chance to eat it last night so i brought it home so we can have late dinner together. but then someone went and had liquid dinner instead.”

 - “Why are you eating old food. I’ll make you new one.” you softly sigh.

You reach over to grab his tray but he pushes your hand off.

- “No, you spent a lot of time and love on this. I have to eat it. It’s so good babe. How did you even learn to cook this well.”

Too tired to fight, you sit back in your chair and just continue watching him. Totally forgetting about your own food until he pauses the vacuum that is his mouth and stares at you.

- “Is it not edible at all? It’s okay, I’ll go buy you breakfast.”

- “No… I don’t feel like eating.”

- “That’s no no. You have to eat, is this why you’ve lost so much weight lately? You’re not even eating anymore?”

Setting his spoon down in a matter of factly, he continues to nag you about the importance of food. You can sort of see why he might be annoy at your constant badgering for him to eat. Though you never really nag him the way he nags you right now. No wonder the boys complain so often. He scoops a big spoon full and airplanes it to your mouth. 

- “Open up, if you’re not gonna eat then I have to do this. Come on.”

Grumpily, you open up your mouth after the 5th time he shoves the spoon onto your pursed lips. His lips curl into a smile again seeing you chew. He prepares another spoonful and sets it down before moving back onto his own food. Begrudgingly shove another spoon into your own mouth, your heart flutter seeing him enjoying your food so much. He sucks up all his food in matter of minutes while you took close to an hour. He drags you over to the couch and gestures for you to sit while he cleans up. Falling onto the couch with your legs still hanging off the side clutching your stomach, you got angry at yourself for drinking so much. Then you see a pair of legs move in front of you before Hanbin squat down and kisses your forehead. 

- “So, about last night… I’m not gonna give you some dumb excuse as if it’d justify my actions. There’s no excuse good enough for what i did. Just let me tell you my feeling before you make any decision. If…If after hearing my side and you still want to…”  

- “Break up?” you add in when his voice trails off, choking inside his throat.

- “Yea… that. If you still want to do that and move out then i will let you. But just know i’m not letting you off so easily. I will fight my way back into your life if that does happened.”

You stare at the sadness that’s playing around on his handsome features and nod, gesturing for him to go on.

- “I took advantage of your love for me. I thought i could take my feeling out on you and it’d be fine. You’re my girlfriend, not my therapist or my punching bag. I got so self-centered that i forgot you’re also just human, not some goddess that can wave a hand and makes the world right.”

- “Excuse you but I AM a goddess, get it right.” 

You joke, even if it came out monotonous and dry from the queasiness in your stomach. You can sense he’s punishing himself on the inside and that hurts you. Even though all morning he puts up a happy front for you, he’s dying in pain. You’ve been together long enough that it’s not hard to spot. Whenever he’s hurt, you’re hurt. You just want him to relax… partly feeling guilty for screaming words like knives at him the night before. 

- “Yes, you are.” places a kiss on your forehead. “I apologize for upsetting my beautiful goddess.”

 He smiles nervously, nerve relaxes a little as he sit down crossed legs on the floor. 

- “In all seriousness… I couldn’t take my anger out on anyone so it falls onto your lap and that’s not fair. I know we vowed to be together through thick and thin but you didn’t ask for this unfair life. I know it seemed like I was happy to see Soeun last night but in reality, I just have a certain level of professional courtesy to uphold. I couldn’t let everyone see my pain. I was helping with writing a song for her new album and it’d be bad if she goes around saying i’m grumpy all the time. It’s exhausting having to hide my feelings all the time. You’re the only one that see through it even when i smile. So i thought it was okay to lash out at you. I got too comfortable and i hurt you. I’m really sorry… I just needed someone to blame. i know last night it seemed like i didn’t want to look at you but, i got so sad and shock seeing the state i put you in. I’ve been neglecting you, neglecting us so much that i didn’t even realize. My heart hurt seeing you like that. You looked like you were upset so i didn’t want to add to your stress by calling you out for it. I know i pushed everything too far because you’ve let go of the promise i made you. I can only hope there’s some way you let me make it up to you…”

He reaches over and play with your vacant ring finger. Understanding what he mean, your hand brushes through his bang and down to his cheek, caressing the tears away. His words and emotions are so sincere you can’t stay mad at him. You weren’t really mad to begin with, just tired and wanted to be heard. His face nuzzles into your hand, turning over to place a kiss onto your palm.

- “Silly boy, i took it off to cook for you. I almost dropped it down the drain last time so I took it off yesterday to be safe. It slipped out of my hand and bounced behind the nightstand. It’s too heavy to move and you haven’t been home so…”

His eyes light up like it was Christmas and his frown quirks up into a small playful smile.  

- “So you didn’t take it off on purpose because you’re mad? Let your really strong, really hot, awesome boyfriend B.I oppa take care of that.”

- “OMG i drunk talked in my sleep didn’t I?  please forget about that.”

Running off into the bedroom, you heard a ruckus before he swiftly reappears in front of you. Sitting on the couch now, he pulls you up to sit in his lap. Large hand gently holds yours, he slips the ring back onto your finger before bringing it up to his lips for a soft kiss. 

- “Don’t take it off ever again. If you damage it, we’ll get it fix. If you lose it, we’ll get a new pair. Just like how I will spend the rest of my life fixing us, making us better. Yes, I heard you talk in your sleep last night and no, i will never forget what you said. Of course I know how much you love me because I love you even more. I did forget for a moment but i remember now. If you wanna be a good girl then stay by my side. Don’t leave.” He flashes his dimple at you, smiling brightly. “I don’t hate you. I could never hate you. I lost my way, baby. But that doesn’t mean that i hate you. As long as you’re here, I will always find my way back home to you. Trust me when I say all your time and effort is not a waste. It always make my day knowing you put thought into taking care of this useless boyfriend of yours.”

You hook your arm around his neck, pulling his face onto your shoulder. He response by tighten his hold around your waist, softly sigh in satisfaction. Hands running through his hair again, you lean in for a long waited kiss. It sends a bolts of thunder down into your heart and the dark pit in your stomach disappear. Pulling away from the kiss, you stares into his eyes, forehead resting on his.

- “I love you unconditionally, Kim Hanbin. Don’t you ever forget that. If life gets too hard, just know I’m right here. You can tell me anything. Lean on me once in awhile too, I’ll always wait for you with open arms. Don’t make me chase you anymore. You saw where bottling everything up got us… I know it’s hard for you to let go and show your weak side but to me, you have no weak side. You’re the strongest person I know.”

- “I love you so much. If i ever step out of line again, beat me up. Don’t suffer on your own.”

- “I can’t, if you get hurt i get hurt too… There’s still one thing I don’t get, how come you haven’t been sleeping over lately. I miss you and your crazy bedhead.”

- “I’ve been having some problem coming up with lyrics for Soeun’s album. I couldn’t sleep lately and I know how early you have to work. I didn’t want to ruin your sleep too. I miss you so much.” 

- “Aye, haven’t you learn by now i’m a heavy sleeper? Just use me as your body pillow.”

He presses another kiss onto your lips before pulling away and rest his head on your shoulder. Snuggling up tight, arms around your waist, he makes himself as small as possible to fit into your embrace. While rubbing his back, his teasing words come back into your mind.

- “You’re never gonna forget about the ‘my boyfriend is really strong, really hot, and really awesome’ thing are you?” you lean back to look at his face.

- “Nope, call me oppa.” a mischievous grin appears as he winks.

- “Dammit”

- “Why are you acting like it’s such a chore, you said you like it. Call me oppa, or else.” 

He starts to tickle your side causing a fit of laughter to pour out. You try your best to push him off but alas, he’s still much stronger. His laughter follows the cheerful sound of your own. Both of your hearts feel so free after a long stretch of hiding in shadow. 

- “Okay, oppa stoppp. If you don’t stop I’m gonna throw up, I don’t feel good.”

- “What was that? I thought I heard something…did you say something?” He teases and his hand relentless.

- “OPPA, Hanbin oppa. stop!”

- “Alright, I’ll stop. I don’t need you barfing on me. Come here.”

He smiles and pulls you in for a long passionate kiss, arms still holding onto you tight. 

- “What do you say we plan out some dates for next week? I don’t know if I’ll get days off or not but we can go somewhere for a few days toward the end of the year too, if you want. I know your Christmas fanatic butt will like that.” He asks, still snuggling into your neck.

- “How bout just dinner date for now, ahjussi said he’ll give us discount. We’ll worry about Christmas when it’s here.” 

Leaning back onto the couch, he motions for you to rest on him. Letting your head falls onto his chest, you closes your eyes and enjoy your favorite pastime of cuddling up to your teddy bear boyfriend. He closes his arm around his love, feeling glad fate is in his favor still.  Everything is back to the way it should be.

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anonymous asked:

Sidon,Link,Yunobo, and Revali hc's on dealing with s/o's overprotective dog also I love your blog so much!

oh gee~ thank u!! we love u ;^)


- “ah!!! he is so cute !!! hello doggy !! ah, yes lets roar together !! rRROOA-

- poor sidon he tries bonding w the dog but the dog wont have it after that initial meet-n-scream

- he treats and plays with the dog like he would play a zora child: first observing how the dog plays with it’s toys, then mimics the act. unfortunately, seeing a giant fucking shark man thrash a squeaky toy about looks more frightening than he expected

- sorry sidon, this dog is afraid of u and thinks ur here to end his owner’s life


- dog whisperer here knows the trick to getting into the hearts of all dogs: food

- he ignores the initial yips and boofs bc he knows that before he leaves that day, the doggo will wanna follow him home

- feeds the dog secretly at the table. he intentionally and obviously put his napkin on his lap so that when his hands drop below the table, s/o thinks he’s wiping his hands but really he’s taming the ferocious heart that is s/o’s dog

- baby talks the dog all the time too. he gives SO much attention to the dog that even s/o gets a little jealous. but they also don’t get to see this side of link too much


- oh gosh he’s trying so hard, please little doggy just give him a chance (spoiler, he does and they become best friends)

- “the first meeting was horrible” says both dog and yunobo. “he and his hands were too big, i though at first” says dog, “but so is his heart”

- yunobo and the dog actually end up getting along too well. it’s almost as if the dog kinda forgets his original owner and dedicates his life to yunobo from then on

- yunobo also has a weakness for dressing up the dog, but that’s a secret


- he almost ruins his relationship with his s/o bc of all the insults he directed to the dog

- “stop with the barking, you demon!” “get off me, cretin!” “s/o i hate dogs!

- after s/o confronts him about it, his behavior changes. it takes him a while, but he eventually grows tolerant– and later obsessive to the point he needs to take the dog everywhere with him on adventures. it was difficult for him to finally like the dog, so he’s very proud of himself

- s/o comes to find out one day that their dog is suddenly a very good traveling/adventuring companion who will fight alongside them and can push through any situation or obstacle (like wolf link)

-mod makar

A Dead Girl’s Concerns [Fic]

[Hey it’s me back with a small lil ficlet, once again with that Parasite AU, and this time with some people other than your usual suspects. Hilariously enough, this wasn’t even conceived as part of the Parasite AU at first, but then I realized I could rework it to fit. So here we are.]

Though Yoshikage was not tethered to the alleyway as Reimi was, he always felt guilty for leaving her behind whenever he went out to venture, and stayed with her as long as he could before he was tugged away by duty to keep vigilant among the rest of Morioh. Reimi, wanting for company, didn’t turn him away.

They were on their god-knew-what lap around the ever extending, ever-the-same corridor. They took it slow; the dead had no need to rush. Reimi’s trailing, pale ribbons whipped against the air as Yoshikage’s quiet, measured steps tapped beside her, with Arnold–snuffling about at the scent Yoshikage had dragged in from the outside–bringing up the back. The shadow of the brim of Yoshikage’s bowler, tilted jauntily downward, attempted its best to cover the gruesome chunks taken from his face, to no avail. The slow dripping blood of Arnold’s neck wound added to the solemn portrait.

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Sherlock College AU part 2

So I wrote a short Sherlock College AU fic a while ago, and while I wasn’t really happy with the fic itself, the idea wouldn’t leave me alone… So now, after several days I have written a very long, incredibly fluffy/shippy Sherlolly fic… If you’re interested, Part one is here but I tried to write part 2 in such a way that you don’t need to read part one if you don’t feel like it… Anyway…  Enjoy!

Summary: Molly and Sherlock finish watching The Princess Bride…

Molly sat on her dorm room floor as she poured over her notes on the cardiovascular system for what felt like the thousandth time that week. She could feel her eyes starting to glaze over. How long had she been studying? She glanced at her alarm clock. 3 hours. Ugh! No wonder her back was starting to complain…

A knock at their door caused her to look up. Standing in the open doorway was the lanky young man who had saved her from an evening of roaming the halls while her room was “occupied” the night before.

“Sherlock!” Molly said with a smile.

She was a little surprised to see him. While he had offered to hang out again after their impromptu viewing of The Princess Bride had been interrupted, she’d just assumed it was to get in a dig at his roommate, John, for reclaiming his laptop after Sherlock “borrowed” it.


He leaned his slender frame casually against the door post, looking rather dashing in a Belstaff coat and indigo scarf Molly thought.

“Found this wedged in the futon this afternoon.” He tossed her something which she clumsily managed to catch. Her phone!

“I wondered where this went! I nearly turned Conan Hall upside down looking for it.”

“I hope you lifted with your knees. Conan’s a good sized building. Can’t have you hurting yourself this close to midterms.” He quipped playfully.  Molly couldn’t help but laugh.

Her roommate Sally glanced down in annoyance at the two of them from where she lay reading on her loft bed.

“Aren’t you the freak who was guessing people’s majors based on their socks the other day?” She asked condescendingly.

Molly shot her a look.

“It was their shoes,” Sherlock retorted. “And I never ‘guess.’ Though now that you mention it, judging by the state of your socks you might want to reconsider your field of study. Have you ever considered something more mechanically inclined?”

“Whatever…” Sally grumbled, rolling her eyes.

“Do you want to grab a bite to eat or something?” Molly asked Sherlock, attempting to divert attention from her roommate’s rude behavior.

“That’d be great.” Sherlock replied with a grin, his tone almost taunting Sally; a cheerful threat to come around more often.

Molly grabbed her jacket and bag and strolled out to meet him, making sure her phone was securely in her pocket this time.

“Seriously though, have you ever considered a career in air conditioner repair?” Sherlock jabbed before closing the door and following Molly into the hall. There was a loud thud against the door as what Molly assumed was Sally’s book hit squarely where Sherlock’s head would have been.

“I’m really sorry about that. My roommate she can…fuss.” Molly offered apologetically as they strolled down the hall, hoping he would catch her reference. She wasn’t sure how much he would remember having never seen The Princess Bride until she’d forced him to watch it with her.

Sherlock smiled. “I think she likes to scream at us.” He did get the reference. Good.

“Probably she means no harm…” She continued, keeping her tone casual as she fought a smile.

“She’s really very short on…charm!” Sherlock replied cheekily.

Molly couldn’t contain her grin any longer. “You’ve a great gift for rhyme.”

“Yes, yes… Some of the time.”

The two of them laughed, amused by this new little game. Molly began to relax a little, seeing that he wasn’t too phased by Sally’s unwelcome remarks.

“Did John ever let you finish the movie after I left?” Molly asked.

“No. He says he’s got a deadline for his piece in the school paper and has been guarding his laptop ever since he got back from his date.” Sherlock complained.

“What’s he writing about?” Molly inquired.

“Oh, I have no clue. I wasn’t listening when he told me.” Sherlock admitted with a shrug, not a trace of guilt in his voice.

Molly smiled. Most people she knew wouldn’t admit to that so unabashedly.

“How about we ask Greg? I’m sure he’d know,” She suggested, noticing the open door to their RA’s room.

“Greg?” Sherlock asked, confused.

“Yeah. He’s the editor of the paper.” Molly explained.

“I thought his name was Gavin…” Sherlock mused, sounding even more befuddled.

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anonymous asked:

Romanced companions (+Nick and Deacon please❤️) get into an argument with Sole. How do they act afterwards? How do they kiss and make up?

Cait - She is mad, obviously. They pretend the other doesn’t exist for the rest of the day. In the evening, they’d lie down on a mattress together, their backs pressed together. After a while, Cait turns around and snuggles into them. “You’re a bitch/jerk, sometimes. But you’re still the best damn thing that ever happened to me.” Sole takes her hand and presses kisses on the back of it.

Curie - They don’t get into arguments too often, and even when they do, it’s not that bad. Yet, Curie, still new to her emotions, always feels awfully mad at them. After a while though, her anger disappears completely and she quickly apologizes to Sole. They always smile and cup her cheek, telling her that they never were mad at her. She beams and presses several pecks onto Sole’s mouth.

Danse - They almost don’t talk and when they do, it’s only short grunts about their current situation - “Raiders. Out of ammo. Take cover. We’re going in.” Taking a break, he’d step out of his power armour. He’d ask if they have a second, upon being answered by an unreadable ‘yes’, he’d speak up: “I don’t want us to argue.” is all he says. Sole smiles. There will always be some arguments, but they love Danse and can see he loves them back. Before he can step inside of his armour again, they pull him in for a sweet kiss on lips.

Deacon - He pretends he doesn’t care, actually like the argument didn’t even happen, but they know he’s mad behind those shades. They know he wouldn’t want to bring it up again. They come up to him, pulling the sunglasses off his eyes, kissing his nose. “Peace?” they ask. “Peace… I was right though. Just saying..”

Hancock - He gets unusually quiet, but he can’t be mad for long and neither does Sole. The argument was stupid, anyway, plus, he misses their affection very soon. Not even hlf an hour after their angry ‘fine’s were said, he has his arm sneaked around their waist again, while they kiss the path from his cheek to his lips.

MacCready - He knows to not get angry with people, because you never know which moment might be the last. When they have an especially ugly argument with Sole, while resting in Sanctuary, he leaves. Sole is worried out of their mind, he might not be coming back. He does, however, after a few hours and he’s carrying a bouquet of bloodleaves with him. He sets the flowers on the table beside their bed and the two look into each other in an unspoken mutual apology as MacCready pulls their head down a little, so he can kiss their forhead.

Nick Valentine - They didn’t spar often, really, but there were some moments. They wouldn’t get too carried away, though, Nick was smarter than that and Sole never wanted them to be mad at each other. Just as things were getting heated up, Nick would stop, smile and say: “What are we doing, kitten/cherub?” they would smile right back at him, forgetting what they were arguing about in the first place. Nick grabs the back of their neck, pulling them in for a kiss.

Piper - Whenever she is mad, she acts rather goofy, using a a lot of gesticulation. Sole completely forgets why were they sparring in the first place as he giggles at Piper’s behaviour. She acts mad: “Do you mind? I am trying to be angry with you!” she finishes with a smile and a soft chuckle. “Come here” is what Sole says, before he pulls her in for a hug.

Preston - They don’t fight very often. Actually, they almost don’t fight at all. The rare arguments are quick and short and usually end with both of them apologizing. Preston doesn’t want them to be mad at each other just because of one unshared opinion, he wraps his arms arounf them, staring into their eyes, placing a peck on their nose.

X6-88 - They fight quite often, fights being quick and short. Sole doesn’t share a lot of X6′s opinions and X6 doesn’t like how soft Sole is to people that don’t even deserve it. They spend the afterglow of the fight in silence, which seems so much different, than the normal, comfortable silence with X6. At the night, Sole would come up to X6. “Let’s not argue.” is all they say, X6 nodding a slow ‘okay’. Sole wraps both of their aarms around him, burrying their face into his neck, feeling one of his hands placed on their back.

Bonus!Maxson - Sole was conscious about their relationship with Maxson. it isn’t easy being with someone so dominant, with someone who has their head filled with opinions that can never be changed. They’d get into fight a lot of times, about ghouls, synths, about people even, Maxson red in anger, ending the fight by slamming his fists into his table. After a while of silence, he’d come closer. “I don’t want to fight with you. Never with you.”  They pull him close, resting their forhead against his, as his hot breath tickles on their face.

Rogue One Fic Recs #1

As I continue to binge Rogue One fics in massive quantities, I’ll put together periodic rec posts. So far all my recs are from Ao3, because that’s the easiest place to find things.

Canon compliant one-shots

Let it Happen, by Lafayette1777  Cassian/Jyn. A missing moment scene set on the flight from Yavin IV to Scarif, in which Cassian shares an unexpected moment of intimacy with Jyn.

Playing from the heart, by marginaliana  Bohdi/Galen. A glimpse at Bohdi’s life and how his flirtation with an older officer changes the course of history. Excellent characterization and beautiful writing.

honey, i been thinking about you, by alsoalsowik Cassian/Jyn elevator kiss. Cassians pov, his final thoughts. Many tears.

Fix-it Fic one shots (some or all characters survive)

we are rogues, we are shooting stars, by ninemoons42 Cassian/Jyn, Jyn pov. A depiction of survivor’s guilt and how Jyn and Cassian turn to each other while also throwing themselves back into the fight. Rated E. Includes meetings with A New Hope characters and events. There is also a lovely sequel from Cassian’s pov set several months in the future. Both stories imply that dead companions are watching over them.

run to me in the rising dawn, by katsumi Only Cassian and Jyn survive. Cassian/Jyn. Survivors guilt, co-dependency, and mutual pining as they struggle to start the next phase of their lives. Beautiful writing.

AU wips

Explosions of Stardust, by shinigamigirl196, AU in which Jyn and Cassian have an encounter in their childhood when they are sent on missions to the same Imperial installation by the Partisans and the Alliance respectively. Years later, after Saw Gerrerra abandons Jyn, instead of going it alone she joins the Alliance and meets Cassian for the second time. Slow burn Jyn/Cassian.

Fix-it Fic wips (some or all characters survive)

heart in a headlock, by andromeda3116 Bodhi rescues Cassian and Jyn, and the first place they can get to for medical treatment is Tatooine. Slow burn Cassian/Jyn.

Chance, by Irelando Everyone survives. Cassian/Jyn, Chirrut/Baze. While Chirrut, Baze and Cassian recover from their injuries, Jyn and Bohdi ask to be put to work in order to avoid focusing on recent events. But when news of Alderaan’s destruction reaches Yavin IV, Mon Mothma fears that Jyn and Bohdi’s Imperial ties could draw anger and the possibility of reprisals, and sends the entire team off-world for their recovery.

floating, sinking, by shuofthewind Everyone survives (even K2, via a hard drive backup). Cassian/Jyn slow burn. Chirrut/Baze established. My favorite Rogue One fic so far. I wait on bated breath for every update. Beautiful writing, excellent characterization, and a fantastic plot. Though Jyn and Cassian are still struggling to recover from their serious injuries (both physical and mental), as soon as they learn that the plans they fought to steal have been lost, they take Bohdi and K2 in a new body and go rogue again, hoping to recover the plans themselves. Chirrut and Baze stay behind on Yavin IV to continue healing, and their connection with the Force and with each other is explored. The characterization for Bohdi and Jyn are particularly well done, and their ongoing adventures feel organic and real while keeping the reader on the edge of their seat. Plus the slow-burn romance is wonderful. Top recommendation. Updates several times a week. Currently the Rogue One characters are on the verge of colliding with the New Hope characters, and I can’t wait to see what happens next.

These are all my recs for now. There will be more. Anyone who wants, please reblog with your own recs. The more the merrier! 

@artielu, @swallowedsong

Lol, remember when Zevran went on a suicide mission to fall on the blade(s) of the Warden, thus most likely didn’t really TRY to fight, and wound up getting spared for his trouble.

And then Morrigan can ask him when he’s gonna betray them, and points out the very real fact that the Crows will come after Zevran, thus putting the Warden in danger. And Zevran points out that the Warden and companions are pretty resilient. Morrigan says that maybe they’ll send someone COMPETENT next time. Zevran, in THAT tone of voice, goes, “You wound me!”

…And then, in Awakening, he runs off to fight the Crows. Kills his Guildmaster. Kills a lot of them. To the point that, in DA2, they are AFTER him. And he’s pretty meh about that. Until a guy tries to sneak up on him. His expression changes, he turns, you hear the blade, and the Crow falls to the ground with a knife in his eye. His eye.

Morrigan, I love you. You got my back. But if it was ever in danger of Zevran stabbing it, he woulda done it a thousand times over, at that point. And the Crows wouldn’t have had to watch out for the Warden stopping them from going after Zevran. He woulda had them dead before the Warden could’ve rolled over in their sleep.

the thing about bioware saying dragon age is all about choice is that it should imply that it’s about choice and consequence, but they just kind of think it’s okay to leave that last part out

the point of a good RPG should be to make choice A, B or C to arrive at ending 1, 2 or 3

what we do have instead are games that ask us ‘which of these paths would you like to take to arrive at the exact same place the other paths lead to’

or worse, we have what happened in da:i — they give us the illusion of different outcomes (see: divine election) that had a real impact and influenced big conflicts in the series and even (gasp) swayed some power to different sides of those conflicts for once!

but then when they finally gave us a proper ending to that game’s narrative they erased all of that via the good ol’ epilogue slide cards and replaced it with a situation that for a lot of people offers no real change or progress in a fight we as players have been fighting for 3 games, a fight some characters in the game have been fighting for 12 years and off game for even longer

and that’s just really not what ‘all about choice’ means

remember how in awakening if you didn’t do every single side quest of maintenance/repairs to the keep and didn’t position your soldiers in the right place with the right armor, the only way to keep half your companions from dying is to leave an entire city to burn? yeah. i want that in dragon age games again

Hey Fallout fans! Here is the official planned Sole Party Week!

What is Sole Party? Sole Party is going to be a one week event starting January 2nd- January 8th, to start off the new year. This event is to show off and talk about yours, and everyone else’s, Sole Survivors!

Can I join? Anyone can join! Join in any way, writing, drawing, screen shots, anything! There will also be a prompt for each day that you can do if you want to, but most importantly, spread the word! We want as many people to join as possible! You can also draw fanart for other people’s Soles if you wish to do so as well!

Here will be each day’s prompts:

January 2nd- Introduce your Sole!

January 3rd- What is life like now for your Sole?

January 4th- Is there anything your Sole likes to do with their closest friends (or romanced companions)

January 5th- How is your Sole in a fight? Can they hold their own? What weapons do they use?

January 6th- How is your Sole’s relationship with all of the factions? (This also includes the factions for Far Harbor and Nuka World).

January 7th- Shenanigans with companions!

January 8th- How has your Sole changed from leaving Vault 111 to now? Are they happy?

I hope you all have fun at the Sole Party! Any Sole Party related posts should be tagged as #sole party. See you there!

If Laxus got a cat...

As requested by anon

Happy: It doesn’t have to be me does it?! I’d be terrified if I had to Laxus’ cat!

Natsu: How come? He’s not scary.

Happy: It’s Laxus!

Natsu: So? Laxus isn’t a badass, Laxus is a giant dork.

[electricity crackling]

Natsu: Laxus is a giant dork who can also be a badass.

Laxus: Hmph.

Mirajane: If you want Laxus, I can get you a cat? We could go shopping together!

Laxus: Thanks but no thanks.

Mirajane: Aww…

Bickslow: I don’t see why he needs or wants a cat.

Evergreen: Maybe he wants a soft, cuddly companion who can scratch and claw when needs be?

Bickslow: But he’s already got Freed for that!


Evergreen: Well yes, that’s true.

Evergreen: But still.

Wendy: Would it be an Exceed? I think all the Dragon Slayers should have one, they’re so wonderful!

Cobra: Well I don’t want a stinking cat.

Carla and Pantherlily: Okay, prepare to die.

Wendy and Levy: No!

Erza: I’ll admit Laxus, I never saw you as the pet type.

Laxus: Maybe I want a change of pace?

Natsu: Or maybe you’re just a giant dork?

Laxus: You are practically begging to be shocked to death.

Natsu: Fighting is fun, okay?

Erza: No fighting in the guild hall!

Laxus and Natsu: Yes ma’am.

Gajeel: Heh. Look at you, you try to come off as badass and tough, but really you’re a big softie who wants a little kitty.

Laxus: Shut up metal head, you cried because you didn’t have a cat.

Pantherlily: …Really Gajeel?


Laxus: Canon evidence says otherwise.

Pantherlily: I am so disappointed.


Everyone: No.

Gajeel: …Then can we at least go back to teasing Laxus now?

Everyone: Also no.

Gajeel: …I hate this guild.

The Rabbit, The Moon, The Man

I heard one time that in Asia when people look up at the moon they commonly associate an animal with the satellite’s features, most notably the Rabbit. In the West it more referred to a man or a human face (Man in the moon).

The moon is also mostly referred to as a feminine aspect, gentle, shy, ever changing. Whereas the Sun is the masculine opposite, intense, bold, never changing.

When an old man begged for food, the monkey gathered fruits from the trees and the otter collected fish, while the jackal wrongfully pilfered a lizard and a pot of milk-curd. The rabbit, who knew only how to gather grass, instead offered its own body, throwing itself into a fire the man had built. The rabbit, however, was not burnt. The old man revealed himself to be Śakra and, touched by the rabbit’s virtue, drew the likeness of the rabbit on the Moon for all to see. It is said the lunar image is still draped in the smoke that rose when the rabbit cast itself into the fire.

A version of this story can be found in the Japanese anthology Konjaku Monogatarishū, where the rabbit’s companions are a fox and a monkey…

Oddly enough I feel that when Kaneki face Arima in the original, he basically cast himself into the fire as an offering to the “old man”.

During his time in Cochlea, Arima changed Kaneki into a completely different person “Haise”. But, at the same time, Kaneki started to change/effect Arima. (As you can see by this panel and Arima fighting with his inner sexuality… :P)

Haise also embodies many of the aspects Luna (the moon) has. Embracing even more feminine qualities then what Shironeki displayed. But, Haise also embraces more of the “maternal instinct” than Kuro, who was more a child/adolescent persona who was more dependent on others than Haise was. (Not denying Haise depends greatly on his “family”, but his way of thinking was more independent and adult than Kuro. As you can leave him in the house alone with an oven and not worry about that house burning down…)

And as we all know, Kaneki will not f#cking stop changing every few chapters. One moment he’s a loveable book dork, then a edgy hooligan, then a monstrous basket case, then a mother of 4, then a childish suicidal asshole, and whatever he decided he want to be now (hopefully “happy”).

There is more information on eclipses and a little Hidekane under the cut!

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Ichiruki quotes

Spent so long compiling this list. It should be good to go now. Everything is in chronological order, I hope. I only included quotes from the manga.  Despite the few lines they share, they are so meaningful. T_T language can be used to convey so much. 

RUKIA: “ I have no right to know. I don’t have a method of stepping into the depths of your heart without it getting dirty. So I’ll wait. When you want to talk, when you think it’s okay to talk….talk to me" 
Chapter 20

RUKIA: “Don’t die…! …Ichigo!”
Chapter 22

RUKIA: “…for being able to survive… Ichigo… Thank you!”
Chapter 24

RUKIA Inner monologue:  "Whether I like him, whether I hate him, it’s just all so troublesome. Love, companionship and friendship… it’s nothing but trouble.
Chapter 54

RUKIA: "I…I was the one who dragged him into this!! It’s my fault he died!! Since it’s my fault he died…! Is it so wrong to go to him?" 
Chapter 56

RUKIA: “Don’t…even try to move…one step from there…! If… you try to follow me…! I’ll…never forgive you…!
Chapter 56

ICHIGO inner monologue: I came to protect you… But it was me who received help again…!
Chapter 56

ICHIGO: “Now that it’s like this… I painfully feel it. So this is what happens when you go to soul society. You disappear. Everyone’s memory of her existence in this world… vanished without a trace… like the wind.”
Chapter 58

ICHIGO: “Yes.She is weird. That’s why I have to save her.
Chapter 94 

ICHIGO:  “Idiot… I didn’t say, “I wanted to save her.”I said,“I have to save her!”
Chapter 96

ICHIGO: “Rukia, I’ve come to save you.”
RUKIA: “I told you not to come… I told you…. I forbade you to come…! Now you’re wounded everywhere…you dummy…!”
Chapter 116

ICHIGO: "I swore to my soul!!" 
Chapter 143

RUKIA inner monologue: ”I’m not scared. I’m content with my life. Meeting Renji and the others, adopted by Nii-sama, Kaien-dono’s guidance, then Ichigo’s attempted rescue. No pain, no sadness, no regrets. There is nothing for my heart to linger in this world. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. And goodbye.
Chapter 150

ICHIGO: ” You know …You talk too much. This is the second time…THIS TIME. I’m here to save you Rukia" 
Chapter 151

RUKIA: “From your eyes, from your words… I can feel Ichigo’s power, flowing to me… You’ve become stronger, Ichigo…”
Chapter 152

RUKIA: “Our pride’, you said? So that pride you’re saying to be so precious, is that connected to killing Rukia? Is it? Then I should stomp on it as you said. ‘Cause that’s why I obtained this Bankai!" 
Chapter 162

flashback ICHIGO: “Rukia saved my life. She changed… my destiny. Because of Rukia, I became a shinigami that’s how I am able to fight… and protect everyone now.”
Chapter 155

flashback RUKIA: “Because of me, his destiny has changed hurting him so deeply… no matter what I do… I can never make it up to him.”
Chapter 155

ICHIGO:"I remember now… the reason why… I wanted to save you so much…" 
Chapter 181

ICHIGO: "Thank you Rukia. Thanks to you, I think… the rain has stopped…”
Chapter 181

RUKIA: “If it was defeat, you need to train harder! If it was about your companions, then you need to reseal those promises after becoming a more virtuous man! If it’s about your hollow… then just become strong enough until you can shatter it in an instant! The "you” that still lives on in my heart, Ichigo… would do exactly that!“  
Chapter 196

RUKIA: "That’s the kind of man you have been in my heart, Ichigo!" 
chapter 196.

RUKIA:"Our reunion can wait! Get going, Ichigo! 
chapter 317

ICHIGO: "I have nothing to ask. If you didn’t tell me until now, you probably have a reason. And that’s your problem. I don’t know how to ask about that. I don’t know a good way to ask without trampling over and putting to shame your feelings. That’s why I’ll wait. Until you feel like you want to tell me, until you feel it’s alright to tell me. Until then, you don’t need to. […] It’s all second hand. I was told something similar before, and I just remember how much it put me at ease.”
Chapter 398

RUKIA: “This is good-bye.”
ICHIGO: “seems that way doesn’t it?”
RUKIA: “What’s this? Don’t look so sad. Even if you can no longer see me I will still be able to see you.”
ICHIGO: “What the hell? That’s nothing to be happy about. And I don’t look sad!”
ICHIGO: “… Tell everybody I said hi.”
RUKIA: “…Sure.
ICHIGO: “ later Rukia. Thank you.”
Chapter 423

RUKIA inner monologue: “He has never changed, ever since the beginning and his firmness was… for me… for everybody…for all of Soul Society, something that overturned everything that never changed in One million years….Ichigo….!" 
Chapter 476

colliflowerheartsbooks  asked:

First off, I'd like to say that I love you books and that they've truly changed my life. I was wondering (although you probably get asked this all the time) if you would ever write another novel about or featuring the characters from The Darkest Minds, for they literally mean the world to me. Also, was there ever one scene in particular that you found difficult writing?

Thank you so much!! You’ve made my whole night <3

I have an idea for a companion novel set in the world of The Darkest Minds, but it would be centered on new characters and set a few decades into the future. It’s like West Side Story meets Fight Club meets The Godfather. 

Drarry Tarzan AU part three

Part one and two

As it happened, Harry was learned in more ways than Draco would possibly have guessed. It seemed that the gorilla - Percy - was something of a scholar. Once Draco had gotten passed the instinctive refusal to believe that the gorilla was capable of anything more than grunting and starting fights, he was forced to admit that Percy was exceptionally clever, and had an enviable library.

“But you’ve read everything here,” Draco said slowly, struggling to control his temper. “And you grew up in this jungle. You probably know more about the bloody plant properties than I do.”

They were sitting a room that had clearly been set aside for studying. It was lined with every book the gorilla owned, and held two roughly fashioned desks in the middle. Draco had just spent the last fifteen minutes running through the titles on the shelves in an attempt to think of something new to teach Harry, but had ended up getting increasingly agitated as it became clear the man already knew everything that it was possible for Draco to teach.

“So teach me about your city.” Harry lounged back in his chair, his feet on the desk in a manner that was obviously well practiced. His voice was calm, his lips twitching with faint amusement, while Draco felt inclined to smash something.

“My city,” Draco repeated dully, staring at the man. In the back of his mind, Draco knew it was very important that he keep his eyes focused on Harry’s face. Very important.

Harry shifted his legs, stretching out even further. The cloth that hung on his hips fell just a little bit further down.

Draco swallowed. “My city,” he said, sitting down at the other desk. “Well, it’s just like any city really. Busy. Polluted. Expensive.”

Harry dropped his feet to the ground and leaned forward, his eyes intent. “Busy,” he repeated. “Polluted. Expensive. Tell me what these mean.”

Draco blinked. “Well,” he began slowly. “I understand that you’ve never seen it for yourself, but surely you know at least intellectually what I mean,” he trailed off.

Harry continued to stare at him, green eyes holding Draco’s captive.

“You’ve read about cities,” Draco said weakly. “I’ll only be repeating what you’ve read.”

“Cars,” Harry said carefully. “Jobs. I know the words, but not what it means to truly live like that. Does pollution really smell so bad? Why do people work? I don’t need money.”

Draco’s mouth opened and shut several times while he tried to think of an answer. “Because,” he began slowly. “Because there are so many of us sharing such a small space. We need to share everything. And money is an equaliser. It makes everything fair.” He had no idea if that was the answer Harry was after or not. “Sort of,” he added, wrinkling his nose. “And pollution stinks so bad you can taste it.”

Harry laughed, his eyes relaxed once more. “So it’s better out here,” he said lightly.

Draco smiled at that. “I suppose,” he conceded. “When the gorillas can speak, anyway.”

“What about marriage?” Harry asked suddenly.

“Marriage?” Draco repeated, confused. “What about it?”

“Why do people do that?”

“Because they love each other,” Draco said with a frown.

Harry smirked. “The gorillas do something a little different when they love each other.”

Draco felt his face growing red hot. “Well,” he blustered. “Well, that’s part of marriage too.” He could feel Harry’s eyes still on him and knew that if he looked up he would see the man was quietly laughing at him. “I’m sure you know all about that anyway,” he said quickly, trying to change the topic.

He looked up to see Harry’s eyebrows raised comically. “Hardly,” he said, sounding like he was fighting very hard not to laugh. “Unless you think a gorilla a fair companion.”

Draco realised then exactly what he’d said, and went, if possible, even redder. “I didn’t mean- no, I know- well-” He looked away, hearing Harry shift in his chair.

“Forget it,” Harry said, the smirk still evident in his voice. “Though I do wonder,” he said quietly.

Draco realised suddenly that Harry was no longer sitting in his chair. Somehow, in the time that Draco had been avoiding looking at him, he had moved around the room until he was leaning on Draco’s desk.

“You wonder?” Draco asked, forcing himself to look up at the man with a predator’s eyes.

“I wonder what kind of person you think is a fair companion.” Harry tilted his head on the side, studying Draco carefully.

Draco swallowed, wondering if there was any way of answering that question safely.

Tagging the same people as last time? And people who asked in a reblog @malfoymonkey @sprout2012 @herethegay @raykkenoha @remuswannadosirius @theultimateslytherin @oh-my-drarry @theshipshavesailed