How to Relate to Multiples: Conversational Do’s and Don’ts
In order to get other perspectives and help flush out this guide, I’m sharing this rough draft. Please feel free to correct me or suggest additions. As promised, I’m working on making this guide more inclusive to all kinds of multiples, and I appreciate advice on that.
Sometimes, when faced with strange and
unknown situations, people clam up and feel uncomfortable because
they don’t know what things are appropriate or inappropriate to say
or discuss. Uncomfortable topics will vary from system to system, but
here’s a basic general overview that will hopefully help you feel
more at ease when talking with your friend and their system.
Dominique has literally never personal attacked anyone, being a POC you’re told to hold your tongue because it’s so easy to be labeled something you’re not. Ex. Dominique walking away because she doesn’t want to be categorized as “The Angry Black Woman”. And to have these people clam you’re aggressive and mock you’re faith when you’ve been nothing but nice to them, is honestly disgusting and sad.
Your Faves Are Problematic: When They're Angry With You
A/N These are headcanons for people who want the Hamilsquad to seem more realistic as people. I love reading fics and headcanons where all the characters are sweet, but to be human is to be flawed. Read at your own discretion, TW of yelling and anger, and let me know what you think!
• Despite what you would think, when Alex gets angry with people he cares about, he clams up. He’s had too much experience with hurting others with his words when he was angry, and he knows it’s not something you can easily take back.
• Expect the cold shoulder from him
• He distances himself from you. He doesn’t want to lash out, and he needs time to cool off.
• He tends to stay up later and is more engrossed in his work. He tries to lose his problems in his piles of work, but we all know it’s futile.
• Because he’s working so much, he will sometimes completely disregard all self care. He usually forgets to eat or shower, and this tends to make the others, usually Mom Baguette, upset with you and him as well.
• Is known for writing ugly letters. He writes all of his feelings down, and if he feels the offense is enough, he will give you the letter.
• He’s also known for airing dirty laundry. He will talk to the others about the entire affair, often seeking advice or validation. While this may get John frustrated with you, he sits it out. This sometimes drags Laf in as protective Mom Baguette who will often give you side eyes and squints, and sometimes sassy remarks. However, luckily for you, Herc is quick to work to diffuse the situation. He thinks most of the problems that arise are childish and cosmetic and believes that they could be avoided or easily relived if discussed. Alex is the last person that wants to actually talk about it though.
• While Alex gets quiet, John is the one that speaks up.
• John has sharp words he’s picked up from Alex. When you upset him enough, he lashed out at you and says stuff in the heat of the moment. He knows how to cut deep, and if you upset him enough, much like a cornered animal, he will do what it takes to protect himself-even if it means fighting dirty and getting personal.
• He tends to drink away his problems. He goes out to the bar and gets drunk, and it’s usually this that causes him to yell at you. Yes, yell. He gets vehement.
• He has a bad habit that he picked up from the army of getting in your personal space if he’s pissed enough. Now, John would never, ever, EVER put his hands on you, ever, but he will get in your face. But if you start to cry or you tell him it scares or upsets you (sometimes you have to remind him), he will immediately get out of your space
• After a blow up, he wants to move past the issue. He’s said what he needed, but he often forgets that while he may have said how he felt, he may have also caused more issues between you two by yelling at you like that. You may need to tell him that he upset you.
• Fastest one to anger, but that doesn’t mean he actually gets angry quite often. It’s not like you’re walking on eggshells around him. Just know that if you screw up, he will let you know. He’s a stark contrast to Lafayette’s passive aggressive technique.
• You’re lucky that you’re one of the people John loves because if he didn’t love you and you pissed him off, fists would fly, and he wouldn’t hold back, especially if his Mama Bear was coming out. He’s hella protective like Laf.
• Hercules is the scariest when he’s angry, but he doesn’t mean to be. He doesn’t throw things, but he’s well known for the dramatic sweeping of tables, and he did flip some tables in his youth.
• Herc sometimes has trouble expressing his emotions. He’s very self conscious of his size, which means that he watches how he reacts to things. He never wants to frighten you, so he doesn’t throw things or yell, but because he often ends up bottling things up, a lot of anger makes him cry.
• Herc is an angry crier. He will often curse even more while crying.
• Opposite to John, he will actually stop drinking when he gets angry, as he doesn’t want to risk saying something that would hurt you. While John wants to emotionally hurt you like you hurt him, Herc tends to turn his anger inward and channel it into hurt.
• He’s the one that forgives you the quickest, and he’s also able to set aside his anger if you need him.
• Never really gets pissed off, just really hurt. He’s just one of those people that has flashes of red hot anger, but it never stays long enough to hold an effect. He’s usually just frustrated.
• Is the King of Passive Aggressive.
• He won’t outright say he’s pissed wth you, but he will make snide remarks and do small things to remind you.
• He tends to hold a grudge.
• Watch what you say to him when he’s upset with you, because he will bring it back up. “You’re being a child”… after everyone had forgotten an argument, and you two get in a tiff… “Well, i would drive you to X but I’m a child, so I guess I can’t drive” stupid stuff like that
• Wants you to apologize with actions and not words. Is most likely to forgive you if it isn’t a repeated offense.
• If you hurt one of the others or they hurt you, his Mom Baguette side will come out and he will protect the subject. If you get in a tizzy with one of the others, you might also have to apologize to Laf.
• Is the slowest to actually really piss off. He likes to be zen and balanced, and much like Herc, he just wants to be chill. Him and Herc tag team as the peace makers, but Laf usually ends up picking a side, whether he means to or not.
Joker was looking up at the blonde demon, his head resting on Axel’s lap and the other’s fingers threading through the fluffy mess on top of his head contentedly. “Where exactly did you get that jacket? I mean, what’s the story behind it?”
Axel shifted to look down at his boyfriend with a raised eyebrow. “And what would I get out of it if I did?” he asked, a bit teasingly.
The immortal actually seemed to consider that seriously. “Well, that depends, what do you want to hear about?”
Axel found himself blinking. “….Wait. Really? Anything?”
“It’s only fair since I know so much about you at this point.”
The demon seemed to consider that. “I never hear about your family…. what are they like?”
Joker’s lips thinned just a little, of course he had to pick one of the hard ones to answer. “That’s a long story…. and not an easy one to tell.”
“I’ll answer your question first, then.” He paused for a moment, leaning his head back on the back of the couch, though his fingers kept running through Joker’s hair. “Let me see…” He started to explain about the jacket and how his adoptive mother made it rather painstakingly for him, and a bit about his family and his siblings. Joker kept mostly silent during it, only commenting occasionally until Axel was done.
The smile that spread on Joker’s face after the fact was a small but sad one as speckled gold watched him for a moment. “Mine is a lot less happy when it comes to my family…”
The blonde blinked a few times, tilting his head a bit. “Are you not on good terms with them?”
The immortal chuckled a touch darkly. “That’s putting it mildly.”
He let out a sigh and started explaining about his father and sister, though he left out most of how he had once been, only hinting at it occasionally. Violet-flecked gold shifted to the sword above his bed as he did, something Axel didn’t miss, but those hands didn’t cease their soothing motions through his hair, which he was glad for. It made it easier to explain.
The whole story had Axel almost sad. “…What about your mother…?”
Joker didn’t immediately respond, instead shifting to get up from the bed and head over to pull the sword down from the wall, Axel watching with minor confusion, letting his hands stay in his lap as Joker returned to sitting next to him with the still-sheathed weapon.
“This blade isn’t like other blades; it cuts sharper than any steel ever could.” He closed his eyes for a moment before gripping the hilt and slowly drawing it from its sheath, but rather than the blade being silver like most swords would be, this one was white… bone white.
Axel’s eyes widened minutely. “…Is that…?”
“It’s a blade made of bone, yes. My mother’s bones.”
“Your mother’s –” Axel was shocked beyond belief.
“She was the only one that had been against my being raised like that, but at that point, I was too far gone to see what was happening. It wasn’t until my father had her killed and then forged a sword from her bones and gave it to me that I finally started to snap out of it.” The faint smile that crossed his face was a fond one as he ran a thumb over the side of the blade, and it almost seemed to hum in response. “Sometimes I feel like her spirit is with the blade too.”
The blonde demon was left speechless, and it wasn’t until after Joker had resheathed the blade and put it back on its spot on the wall, returning to his previous place next to the other, that he finally hugged the taller male tightly. “I’m sorry…. I wouldn’t have asked if I had known it was that bad.”
Joker only wrapped his arms around Axel, moving to partially bury his face in that hair. “It’s okay, I was meaning to tell you anyway, to warn you about them… Just…. make sure to stay away from them. If they ever found out about you….” His arms tightened minutely around Axel, but he left the rest unsaid. The hint was obvious enough as it was anyway.
If they ever found out about you, it would not end well.
- First group to achieve an All-Kill within 3 hours
- Artist with the most pre sales (500k)
- Biggest sales week for a kpop group ever
- Best charting for a kpop album on the Billboard 200 for EXODUS (70 and 90)
- Highest charting album for a male group
- Beat SNSD for the best selling album on Gaon
- EXODUS album being #1 On Gaon for 4 consecutive weeks
- A webdrama which reached 50,000,000 views, being the first Korean webdrama submitted to the Cannes Film Market. Offers from big names in Japan, Hong Kong, Thailand, Taiwan…
- Baek ost is the first drama ost to be #1 on digital charts
- 18 wins on Music Shows for the same song (CMB)
- Beat BB record for sold out artists
- Tokyo Dome concerts only after 3 years
- 1.2 M EXO-L trying to buy tickets for Exoluxion (that could fill 21 Tokyo Domes)
- Ranked #1 at Forbes Korea (Korea #1 power celebrity)
- Won 4 times in 4 different categories at MAMA 2014 + Album of the year for 2 consecutive years (and probably three )
- Topped Gaon Digital with the highest streaming total of 2015
- Has one of the most powerful and successful endorsement deals
- Has ¼ of the physical market to themselves for consecutive years
- Has one of the biggest online fandom sits wit over 3 Million fans
- Nearly 500,000,0000 in Total Youtube Views
- Most streams for an Asian artist on Spotify with half a million with the EXODUS on debut day.
“But EXO is still seen as something only ‘fangirls’ care for an the ‘public’ doesn’t care.”
“EXO can’t be the nations boy group when the public doesn’t know their music”
When I see comments like this it bothers me. So what if EXO doesn’t have the public wrapped around their finger. Music is subjective, and rather if your a fan girl or a regular old joe. You’re going to like what you like. This Idea that only success comes if the public knows you is utter BS. It’s nice to have public support but that doesn’t garner success. If you don’t have a fandom backing you to get the word out there, ain’t no one checking for your shit.
You can have the money and the general public all you want but if your fandom isn’t buying your shit and your ass is only a one hit wonder or you can never live up to your last hit… don’t say the general public is everything, because the publics taste changes ever so often. If they won’t buy they wont buy it.
Instead of sticking to a sound for people who have been backing you ass for years. You’re sitting here trying to please the public with boring old music that’s the same shit over and over. You don’t grow as an artist and you remain the same. Meaning the public is only buying your music for the name not quality.
Funny I say that because its the same shit these people claim a fan does. Hmmm….
While your sitting here saying EXO only has fans, EXO will never have the general public, EXO this and EXO that. Us fans will sit here enjoy this good old hot tea and continue to collect these lovely receipts. It’s only 3 years in and still growing. Why settle for just the general public. When you have the fans worldwide.
You can keep saying fandom power is what gets EXO success. No matter what those fans were once apart of the general public. Don’t forget that.
Fans are what rank in the money and can create a receipt as lovely as the one above. With popularity and fans and spreading the word it turns non-fans into fans. That general public you claim thats so important. Looks like fans to me.
At the end of the day. General public lasts for so long and can only get you so far, but a fan… oh a fan. That’s the real Tea.
I wish I could just be a normal person. I wish I could just drive places without getting nervous and sweaty. I wish I could socialize and talk to people without getting afraid and clamming up or over analyzing every single thing I do. I wish I didn’t have an inner critic running 24/7
I’ve always been in tune with the paranormal. It runs in my family and is often encouraged, though I tried to ‘turn it off’. As a child, I hated it for fairly obvious reasons- no one really wants to know that there is, in fact, a spook under your bed.
My worst encounter ever happened when I was 19, though.
I was planning to go visit San Francisco with my boyfriend and two friends for Halloween, and it was about 3 days before my flight.
Now, let me preface with the fact that the house I lived in at the time wasn’t exactly old. It was built in the 70s and kept rather up to date. We had a few odd instances in the first month of moving in, but by this time we had lived in the place for 3 years.
Anyways. I was and am a night owl, and so went to bed that night fairly late- around 3 am. My bed at the time wasn’t anything but a mattress on the floor, and so I got down, tucked in, and fell asleep.
It was only a few minutes after I’d been out that I heard something. It was heavy, guttural growling that sounded like it was coming at a bit of a distance. While coyotes and wild dogs were known to visit the 'burbs, this sounded like it was in the room but at a fall wall.
I didn’t think anything of it, grumbling a “Go away” and getting ready to go back to sleep before it grabbed me.
It /grabbed/ me, by my ankles, pulling me half way down the bed.
This is where a lot of people say they clammed up and hid under their blankets. I screamed bloody murder and ran to my mothers room. I spent the night in her bed and only fell asleep when she’d calmed me down enough.
I had never been so scared in my life. The morning after, we salted and smoke-cleansed the room until I felt safe again- it took a couple hours. I haven’t faced anything like it since, and don’t plan to; I’ve taken to warding my doors and windows with sigils and lines of salt, burning rosemary to cleanse my apartment every few months just to be sure.
Summary: Everyone is born with a soul mate. On their twentieth birthday, they are hit with the feeling of being in love. One hundred days is all that is given until time is up, and Rebirth is in action. Or death.
Word Count: 2884
Group: Bangtan Boys
Member: Jeon Jungkook
A/N: We have reached it. Thanks to @roseok for giving me the bucket list idea. Fits in perfectly. -Hartwood
The first week you were miserable. Catching yourself almost texting him. Asking how he was doing, what he was doing, did he miss you, you were sorry, and so much more. You cried the first couple of days, but eventually stopped when you realized there was no point to it.
The second week you told yourself to get over it. To quit crying over something that was bound to happen. You started to act like your old self again at work and around the guys. You even met Youngjae, who came back home after finding his soulmate.
No one ever mentioned Jungkook or Hwayoung around you, and you appreciated it. You had nothing against her, but you had a lot to say to her. Keeping your distance from the two was a lot better for all three of you.
You were finally back to your old self. Having playful arguments with Jackson and Jaebum, talking about the latest books that were in stock with Jinyoung, and having random conversations with Mark. You were finally beginning to feel like your old self when you first arrived in Seoul. Before you met Jungkook.
You stared down at your small, red leather notebook. When you were told about having a soulmate in school, and all the struggles it came with, you were afraid. You didn’t know if you were ever going to be able to do a lot of things that people would normally do.
Would you be able to travel the world?
Little things that made life amazing, and so you started a bucket list. A list of everything you wanted to do before you had to find your soulmate. Now that you only had twelve days left, you might as well get started on the little list you had.
The chiming of the bell brought you back to the bookstore. You looked up to see Taehyung making his way straight towards you. He placed his palms on the counter, his eyes full of desperation. “Are you sure you’re not going to talk to him anymore?” he asked.
I want to. “I’m sure,” you said.
He let out a disappointed sigh, resting his forehead on the counter. “Y/N.” The bell chimed again, revealing the other five boys walking straight towards you. “She said no,” Taehyung told them.
All five groaned.
From behind the six, you saw your coworkers walk up with a confused look on their faces. “I wasn’t expecting to see you until tonight, Namjoon,” Jackson said, walking up next to Namjoon. The two exchanged fist bumps before Jackson spoke again, “What are you all doing here?”
“We’re trying to convince Y/N to talk to Jungkook,” Hoseok answered, propping his elbows on the counter.
“Why? Y/N is finally back to her old self. Besides Jungkook should be the one coming here, not you guys,” Jaebum stated, shaking his head.
“Jungkook is an idiot, and Y/N isn’t. That’s why we’re here,” Yoongi said.
“I think Yoongi’s right,” Mark stated, catching your attention. “I think Y/N should go talk to Jungkook.” He gave you a small smile.
You sighed. “There’s no point. I’m on a two-week vacation, so I can talk to him when I come back if it means all ten of you will stop breathing down my neck.”
All except your coworkers agreed to your terms. “Y/N…” Mark trailed off, and you knew what he was going to say. You shook your head.
“No? No, what? Why are you shaking your head no?” Jimin asked, looking between both you and Mark.
There was silence between all of you as you kept your mouth shut, and eyes on your lap.
“How many days?” Yoongi asked, breaking the silence. You continued to stare down at your lap, fists clenching. “How many, Y/N,” he demanded.
You couldn’t answer—you didn’t want to. Jinyoung answered for you, “Twelve.”
“Twelve? The last time we saw you, you had over seventy. What happened?” Seokjin asked, and you could hear the slight fear in his tone.
“You lost fifty days,” Namjoon answered. “You won’t be here in two weeks. That’s why you said you wanted to talk to him when you came back.”
“Don’t do this, Y/N. Just go talk to Jungkook—you two are perfect for one another,” Hoseok pleaded.
You stood to your feet. “It’s too late. I’ve already talked to him plenty of times. He’s the one who isn’t making any moves. I want to live the remaining days of my life doing things that I want,” you said, making your way around the counter and towards the doors. “Just let me do that.”
“How many?” Yoongi asked again. You froze, your hand on the doorknob. “How many, Y/N.” You shut your eyes.
“Hyung, what are you talking about?” Taehyung asked, taking a step next to Yoongi.
“We’ve all known her since the beginning, but we’ve never seen the birds,” Jinyoung whispered. “You said living the rest of your life doing what you want to do. You make it sound like you’re not coming back.”
“How many birds do you have?” Namjoon asked.
You were shaking now. You had tried so hard to keep calm, but that broke the second they began to question you. A hand took yours softly. You looked up to meet eyes with Seokjin. You could tell he was cautious, but scared as he slowly lifted the sleeve of your shirt.
You had done a damn good job at keeping your inked wrist hidden, but now you couldn’t even stop Seokjin from revealing the one bird on your wrist. His eyes widened as he stared down at the black bird. “She’s on her last life,” he whispered.
They were silent, and that’s what got to you. Their silence. The fact that they didn’t know what to say, or what to do. You would rather have them be angry, sad, scared—any fucking emotion that was not silence. Something you didn’t want.
“Thank you,” you said, voice low and quiet, but loud enough for them to hear. “I’m glad to have met you all. To have been friends with all of you. I hope you guys are happy.” You looked towards Mark. “I hope you’re happy—whether it’s with Hwayoung, or in another lifetime.” You looked towards the rest. “Take care of Jungkook.” You removed your hand from Seokjin’s grasp.
“It’s not too late, Y/N,” Jimin told you, desperation evident in his tone.
You shook your head. “I don’t want to keep trying. Just let me go,” you murmured. When no one said anything, you left the bookstore.
Day One: You quietly watched the scenery blur past you as you sat in your seat. The train was quiet. Everyone fast asleep at the break of dawn. You had decided not to sleep in order to watch the sunrise.
Even though the scenery was nothing but a blur, you could see the sun rise over the mountains. Today indicated a new day for you to be free.
Watch the sunrise. Check.
Day two: You stared down at your plate, your insides churning at the sight of the octopus. You stole a glance at everyone around you, watching them as they happily ate the live octopus as if it was nothing. As if they weren’t eating food that was still moving.
I think I’m going to be sick.
You shook your head. No. You can do this. It was just live octopus. It’s not like you were going to devour live insects. Right. You can do this.
You looked up at the elder woman that stood at the end of your table. “Are you sure this is good to eat?” you couldn’t help but ask for the fifth time.
She rolled her eyes before nodding. “Yes. It’s the most famous dish here. Everyone orders it, so it has to be good. You’ll like it once you try it, so eat one.”
You took in a deep breath and picked one up with the chopstick. You watched it squirm, and you almost gagged at the movement. However, you pushed down the feeling and quickly placed it inside your mouth. You stomped your feet.
You could feel the octopus’s tentacles stick to your tongue and cheeks as you quickly chewed it. You felt like you have been chewing on it for a while, and no matter how long you chewed, it still felt like you had just placed it inside your mouth.
You finally gave up and swallowed. It slowly went down your throat. Once it was gone, you let out a sigh of relief. You didn’t die today.
You looked up at the woman. “It was delicious.” She smiled, telling you to enjoy the rest, and left.
You spent the next hour trying to devour the rest of the octopus before giving up.
Eat something alive. Never again.
Day three: You groaned in frustration. Why the hell did you decide to write this in your bucket list? You had spent over three hours trying to find clams, but you weren’t getting anywhere. You didn’t know how people found clams in these mudflats, but they did. Yet you couldn’t find anything.
Several people looked at you like you were such a newbie, and you were, but you didn’t want everyone to know that. Especially these experienced elderly. They quietly muttered to one another about how lost you looked—as if you were a lost puppy.
You were ready to give up as you picked up another little rock. You glared at the little rock. This is what you’ve been finding since you got here. You were ready to throw it until you noticed something odd about the rock. You wiped away the chunk of mud, and finally it hit you.
You found your first clam.
Your eyes widened as a grin spread itself across your face. You did it! You finally did it!
Find a clam. Check!
Day four: You were cold and hot at the same time. You couldn’t deny how beautiful the woods looked as you continued your hike. You adjusted your backpack.
This was going to be a long hike, but you were okay with it.
The view was going to be the best part.
Go hiking. Check.
Day five: You were stupid. You were beyond stupid. Why the hell did you decide to go camping alone? Who does that? Who the hell goes camping alone in the woods?
Apparently someone as stupid as you.
You were cold and scared as you dug yourself deeper into your sleeping bag.
Go camping. What the hell was that sound?
Day six: Congratulations. You are now standing at the edge with a racing heart and shaking hands.
“Are you ready, Y/N,” the man asked from behind you.
You shook your head rapidly. “No, no, no! I-I’m not ready yet. Just-just give me a minute. Please.”
That was what you said a minute ago, and a minute before that. You’ve been standing here for the past half hour.
“I know you’re scared, but you have to do this, or we can stop. Whatever you want to do,” he said, trying to calm you down.
“So it’s now or never,” you said, voice shaking.
He was silent for a second before answering, “Yes.” You cursed under your breath before giving him a nod. “Okay. Ready in three, two, one.”
Bungee jumping. Exhilarating.
Day seven: “I don’t understand why I keep putting the craziest things on my list,” you muttered, staring up at as a group dropped, all screaming at the top of their lungs.
“This is nothing,” the woman said next to you. “I can’t believe you put something as simple and fun as this on your list,” she laughed.
“That’s because I’ve never been on one before,” you said, glancing in her direction.
“I went bungee jumping yesterday,” you stated.
She shrugged. “Close enough.”
You were next. “I’m not ready. Am I going to fall? What if the safety bar loosens and I fall to my death mid loop?”
The woman gave you a pat on your back. “Nothing like that can happen. They always check before opening the ride. Now come on, we’re holding up the line.”
You got in your seat, the woman sitting next to you.
Your heart was racing, palms sweaty, and body shaking. You’ve never been so scared and excited at the same time.
“By the way,” she began, the intercom talking about the safety rules, “what’s your name?”
“Y/N,” you uttered, taking in a deep breath. “Yours?”
You never got her name as the ride took off.
Ride a rollercoaster. Best time of your life.
Day eight: This was your third time within five minutes that you fell to the floor. Everyone zipped by you like what they were doing was nothing.
Here you were, falling every second, when you moved an inch while everyone else made it look like a walk in the park. What the hell.
“It’s like riding a bike,” someone said. Are they going to hold you steady as you try and ski? Will they let you go when they think you’re ready?
No. Skiing isn’t like riding a bike. However, after another hour of trying to keep your balance, you finally learned how to ski. More like slowly go down the hill without falling more than twice.
Go skiing. Snow was pretty.
Day nine: You blinked away your tears as you stared down at your names. This was a big thing in South Korea, but you never expected to find yourself here, by yourself.
Even though no one was here to see you look like an idiot trying so hard to keep yourself from crying, you still didn’t want to cry.
You chose this. You chose to stop trying, so why cry?
Because feelings were still there. You loved him no matter how much you didn’t want to.
What were you supposed to do?
You closed the lock, hearing the click, as you stared down at your names.
Y/N + Jungkook.
All by yourself. You chose this.
Do the love padlock at Namsan tower. You chose this.
Day ten: The music blared as you watched the people around you scream, cheer, and dance. Several people around you sung along with the artists, some screaming the artists name.
These people were dedicated to let the artist know that they were amazing, their music was amazing, and they were their favorite. They were loved by thousands of people.
They began to chant the group’s name as another song began to play.
“Live a little,” the woman said next to you, dancing to the song.
You laughed a little but joined in.
You were going to live a little tonight.
Go to a concert. You liked the song House of Cards.
D-day: You were quiet. That’s all you’ve been was quiet.
You’ve lived the last ten days doing things you’ve never done before, and you had the time of your life. However, now that your last day hit you, you’ve never been so scared in your entire life.
They said it would be like falling asleep, but you still couldn’t shake off the terrified feeling.
You watched the sun slowly setting as the cold water hit your bare feet. You clutched onto the letter you had written to your parents. When you leave, you hope for Seven Birds to send this letter to your parents. Turns out you couldn’t bring yourself to tell you parents that you weren’t going to make it.
You let out a dry laugh.
Today was your last day. How many times were you going to tell yourself that before it finally hit you. Not hit you as in knowing that you are going to die, but hit you as in you’re not coming back. No Rebirth’s—nothing.
You let in a shaky breath as exhaustion kicked in. You were beginning to feel tired. All you wanted now was sleep. Sleep never sounded so great at this moment.
The sun hit the horizon, giving the sky a pinkish blue color, and reflected off the ocean.
“Y/N!” You froze. Slowly, oh so slowly, you turned around with a racing heart. Jungkook stood there, panting. He was staring at you with such hurt, such anger, that you didn’t feel anything. He ran up to you, taking you in his arms as he held you closely. You quietly sobbed. “I hate you. I can’t believe you lied to me. You’re an idiot.” His voice cracked. “I thought I lost you. I don’t want to lose you—I can’t lose you.”
“No, no. I thought that’s what I wanted, but I want you. I want to be with you for the rest of my life. I want to be with you.” He pulled back to look at you. His eyes brimming with tears. “Y/N?”
You smiled. “Can you kiss me?” you asked weakly. He didn’t hesitate to kiss you, but you couldn’t feel his lips on yours.
Watch the sunset. You’ve never felt so happy.
“Saying goodbye doesn’t mean anything. It’s the time we spent together that matters, not how we left it.” -Trey Parker
Nickname: Clauds, Cloudeh Blue
Star Sign: Virgo
Sexual Orientation: Bi? Pan? Demi? *le shrug*
Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw
Favorite color: blue
Favorite animal: all the birbs
Average hours of sleep: 7ish
Cat or Dog Person: both!
Favorite Fictional Characters: Otabek Altin, Nico Di Angelo, Silver, Kevin, Keith Kogane, Riverstar
Number of blankets I sleep with: 2
Favorite singer/band: idk
Dream trip: Greece
Dream job: Voice Acting
When Was The Blog Created: October/November/December? 2016
Current number of followers: 1130 😶
The task is to answer these questions with the initial of your first name and what firstly comes in mind, then tag 10 people.
Four letter word: Clam
Something you shout: *cough cough*
A boy’s name: Coran
An occupation: Cardiologist
Something you wear: Cap
A color: Coral
A food: Cookies
Something you drink: Capri Sun
A place: Canada
A movie title: Chamber of Secrets
An animal: Cat
A type of car: Car
Title of a song: Cold
Point #1: Puns aside, the first generation gang (and Elena) become magical boys (and girl) when they receive these weird talking clams that appear convinced that they need the help of humans to save the world.
Point #2: The tenth gen gang are the current clams. Please take a moment to imagine individual clams with the tenth gen kids’ personalities.
“Why?” - Daemon, after hearing a mysterious clam named Mukuro laughing. It sounded too much like his own laughter for his comfort.
Point #3: All first gen members get their own clam. Giotto has Tsuna, G. has Gokudera, Asari has Yamamoto, and so on and so forth. Elena has Chrome.
Clams were received individually. Giotto, G., and Asari received theirs together; Alaude obtained his while alone (he didn’t know Giotto at the time); Knuckle’s clam also appeared to him while he was alone, and also probably while he was boxing (or praying?); Daemon is possibly a bad guy turned good that found his clam mysteriously already in his home; Elena’s clam came to her after everyone else received theirs (she fights alone).
Point #4: Cozart is Giotto’s best friend (and love interest), but after finding out about the whole magical clam thing, Cozart felt kind of useless and left out, so he decided to find his own path towards obtaining magical powers.
Magical beetle Enma is here but plot twist, he’s working with the bad guys and Cozart is too dense and determined to get Giotto back to realize
Tsuna is unaware of Enma’s involvement because he only knows that the latter disappeared one day
Point #5: A twist to the plot twist: Future Daemon is the one manipulating Enma and Cozart, because he knows the truth behind the magical clams, and he wants to stop what is going to happen to himself and the others.
He wants to stop things by destroying the current clams.
He tricked Enma by saying he wanted to help them, and consequently, this is also how Enma pulled Cozart in.
Neither Cozart nor Enma are aware that Daemon intends to destroy the clams.
Point #6: Kawahira is the true evil mastermind who is trying to preserve the Trinisette by turning people into magical clams. He promises to restore each generation of clams if they help him find people to become the next generation, and though Tsuna is very conflicted about this, the rest of the tenth gen is all aboard the becoming-unclammified-train.
Point #7: This evil plot of Kawahira’s is eventually revealed to the first gen group, probably by Future Daemon, and suddenly everything is time travel BS because they have to stop Daemon, but they also need to stop Kawahira from starting this terrible cycle.
Traveling to the past is necessary, because Kawahira is too powerful in the present.
Point #8: Whilst traveling through various points in time, Giotto and the others meet previous generations of clams, including the Arcobaleno, Millefiore, Varia, and the Tenth Gen (before they all became clams). They recruit each group to help them stop the cycle.
Today is San Francisco show!!!!!
We all went to the bakery by the sea yesterday. There was a long line of people getting clam chowder. We all got them and ate together at a small table. It’s great to see everyone eating the same thing together in a new city.
We’re going to put a great show again tonight so look out!